BERINTHIA

Noble Sir, you need not heap more protestations, I do believe you love me, Yes I accept it too, but apprehend me As men do gifts, whose acceptation does not Bind to per orme what every giver craves; Without a stain to virgin modesty I can accept your love, but pardon me, It is beyond my power to grant your suit. Alas, what is't to own a passion Without power to direct it, for I move, Not by a motion I can call my own, But by a higher r pture, in obedience To a father, and I have yet no freedom To place affection, so you but endear me Without a merit. I entertain no servants that are proud. He cannot so soon altar, I shall discover a passion through my eye ̄ I should be thu a disobedient daughter A Father's Hests are sacred. Would you had herd them sister, they concerned your Commendations. It may be then You would have thought he flattered. Sister, I hope You have no suspicion, I have courted His stay or language on my life no accent Fell from me, your own ear would not have herd With acceptation. Antonio, he's constant J perceive. Here is a haven yet to rest my soul on, In amid of all unhappiness, which I look on, With the same comfort a distressed Sea man A are off, views the coast he would enjoy, When yet the Seas do toss his reeling bark, Betwixt hope and danger, thou shalt be concealed. Yes, preth e do A silva in this gallery, I breathe but too much air, o Diego yowl have And answer I perceive, ere you return. Whose there? Honest Diego, what good news, Would, Here, where, would, alas, I fear I have lost it. You amaze me, 'tis impossible. Worse? I am overcome with amazement? I am lost man. It is not to be hoped for. Any thing thou art honest, heaven be near, Still to my innocence, I am full of fear. I know not how, nor what to answer you, Your loves I cannot be ungrateful to, Yare my best friends I think, but yet I know not With what consent you brought my body hither. If all be not a dream, I do remember The r servant Diego told me wenders, and I owe you for my preservation, but— O but my Father, under whose displeasure I ever sink, As the poor Dear that being pursued, for safety Gets up a rock that over hangs the Sea, Where all that she can see, is her destruction, Before the waves, behind her enemies Promise her certain ruin. You have awaked me, Antonio pardon, Upon whose honour I dare trust my self, I am resolved if you dare keep me here, T'expect some happier issue. Alas I fear. Sent by my Father to— Excuse me brother, I shall fallen too soon Upon my sisters malice, whose foul gilded Will make me expect more certain ruin, Brother. O do not wrong the Gentleman, believe it Dishonour never dwelled here, and he hath made A most religious vow, not in a thought To stain my innocence, he does not force me Remember, what a noble friend, you make A most just enemy, he saved my life, Be not a murderer, take yet a time, Run not your self in danger for a cause Carries so little justice. Sir it becomes not me To weigh your worths, nor would I learn of you How to preserve my honour. He shall nor go. Sebastiano every wound thou givest him, Draws blood from me. Antonio 'tis my brother, with whose blood Thou diest thy sword. Hold, Antonio, is this thy love to me, it is not noble. Sebastiano, Castabella Sinks for sorrow, murder, help I will leap down. Antonio stay o cruel brother He's not dead, his lips are warm, have you no bal some, a Surgeon ; dead, some charitable hand send my soul of ter him. It will be easy to die, All life is but a walk in misery. So I will dare my fortune to be cruel, And Like a mountainous piece of earth that sucks The balls of hight Artillery, I will stand And weary all the gunshot; o my soul Thou hast been too long icy Alps of snow; Have buried my whole nature, it shall now Turn Element of fire, and fill the air With bearded Come S, threatening death and horror For my wronged innocence, contemned, disgrac worser, Nay murdered, for with Antonio My breath expired, and I but borrow this To court revenge for justice, if there be Those furies which do wait on desperate men, As some have thought, and guide their hands to mischief. Come from the womb of night, assist a maid Ambitious to be made a monster Like you; I will not dread your shapes, I am disposed To be at friendship with you, and want nought But your black aid to seal it. Ansilva. Nay you need not hide it, I herd the conference, And know the virtue of the powder, let me see it Or isle discover all. No, here take it again, isle not prevent My sisters happiness and the Counts desire, I am no Telltale good Ansilva giv't her, And heavens succeed the operation, I beg on my knee; fear not Ansilva, I am all silence. Nature does wrestle with me, but revenge Does arm my love against it, justice is Above all tie of blood Sebastiano Thou art the first shalt tell Antonio's ghost How much I loved him. He's dead, and yet I live, but not to fallen Less then a conftellation, more flames must Make up the fire that Berinthia And her revenge, must bath in. Would, would. Would, would. Yes queen of hell to see thee Sink in the glory of thy hope for bliss: But art sure the art poisoned, would? You're a pair of witches, and because I'll keep your potion working, know you're both Poisoned by me, by me Berinthia, Being thus tormented with my wrongs, I armed my self with all provision For my revenge, and had in readiness That faithful poison which ith' opportunity I put upon Ansilva for the exchange Of the amorous powder; o fools, my soul Ravish thy self with laughter, politsion My eldest devil sister, does the heat Offend your stomach, troth charity, a little charity Only Antidote, thats cold enough: Look heres Sebastiano; Now horror strike thy soul, to whose fearless heart I sent this punyard, for Antonio's death; And if that piece of thy damnation Ansilva had not don't, I meant to have writ Revenge with the same point upon thy breast; But I do surfeit in this brave prevention: Sleep, sleep Antonio's ashes, and now open Thou marble chest to take Berinthia To mingle with his dust. O it becomes thee bravely, hear me sir. Antonio's death and my dishonours now Have just revenge; I stabbed Sebastiano, poy oned my sister, O but they made too soon a fury of me, And split the patience, from whose dreadful breach Came these consuming fires, your passion fruitless; My soul is reeling forth I know not whither; O father my heart weeps tears, for you I die, o see A maids revenge with her own Tragedy. Sebastiano brother. Conclude a peace sir with your passion. I am sorry love hath been unkind to you. To p at me, who, till the first have knit The sacred knot of marriage am forbid To think of love. It may be so.