CASTABELLA

By this reason All is not well, in that my ignorance What fate hath happened, bars me off the portion Belongs to me sister, but my care Is so much greater, in that Diego whom J charged to put on wings, if all were well, Is dull in his return. What treasure brother, you amaze me, But where is this same friend, why came he not To Elva's with you, sure he cannot be Dear to you Brother, to whom I am not indebted At least for you. Brother I hope You know how willingly I can entertain Your bliss, and make it mine, pray speak the man To whom we owe so much. I oft have herd you name him full of worth, And upon that relation have laid up, One deer to my remembrance. Indeed Madam, yare as welcome here, as are my more there was. It is not wisdom To let our passed fortune, trouble us, Since were they bade the memory is sweet, That we have passed them, look before you Lady, The future most concerns. I much desire to see him. Brother. You gave him to my heart a Gentleman, Seb whisp. Complete with goodness, will you rob the world And me at once, alas I love him. Alas poor Castabella, what a conflict Feest thou within thee, their fight wounds thee, And I must die, who ere hath victory: Pity true friendship should thus suffer. My feats perplex me. Treacherous Sfor a, hast thou brought us hither, to be stroke dead? Antonio, here me. Oh brother spare him for my sake. Sebastiano, remember he's thy friend. No more, farewell, be all silence. Sir. My business points at you sir. If your name be Done Sebastiano, sir I have a token from a friend. He that hath sent you sir this gift, did love you, Yowl say your self he did. The friend I came from was Antonio. Indeed I do not mock, nor come to affright you Heaven knows my heart, I know Antonio's dead, But it a gift he in his life designed To you, and I have brought it. It is my self sir, while Antonio lived, I was his boy, But never did boy lose so kind a Master, in his life he Promised he would bestow me, so much was his love To my poor merit, on his dearest friend, And named you sir, if heaven should point out To overlive him, for he knew you would Love me the better for his sake, indeed I will be very honest to you, and Refuse no service to procure your love worser good opinion to me. Indeed I am sure it was, he spoke all truth, And had he lived to have made his will, I know He had bequeathed me as a legacy To be your boy; alas I am willing sir To obey him in it, had he laid on me Command, to have mingled with his sacred dust, My unprofitable blood, it should have been A most glad sacrifice, and 'thad been honour To have done him such a duty sir, I know You did not kill him with a heart of malice, But in contention with your very soul To partly with him. Indeed I do. All the ambition of my thoughts shall be To do my duty sir. Sir, if the opportunity I use To comfort you be held a fault, and that I keep not distance of a servant, lay it Upon my love; indeed if it be and error It springs out of my duty. Alas they are passed, Bind up your own for honours sake, And show love to your self, pray do not loose your reason, To make your grief so fruitless; I have procured Some music sir to quiet those sad thoughts, That makes such war within you. Sir this your couch S emes to invite so small repose; O I beseech you taste it, isle beg A little leave to sing; Sweet sleep charm his sad senses, and gentle Thoughts let fallen your flowing numbers, here round About hover came estiall Angels with your wings That none offend his quiet, sleep begins To cast his nets over me too, isle obey, And dream on him, that dreams not what I am. Sebastiano, sister. Here my Lord, alas he's dead, my Sebastiano I'll tell you now I am no boy, But hapless Castabella, sister to The slain Antonio, I had hoped to have Some recompense by Sebastianoes love, For whose sake in disguise I thus adventured To purchase it, but death hath ravished us, And here I bury all my joys on earth. Hence dull greatness. I'll give you testimony. And I will leave the world too, for I mean To spend the poor remainder of my days In some Religious house, married to heaven, And holy prayers for Sebastianoes soul, And my lost brother. I pray let Castabella have the honour To enshrine his bones, and when my breath expires, For sorrow promises I shall not live To see more Suns, let me be buried by him As near as may be possible, that in death Our dust may meet, o my Sebastiano, Thy wounds are mine. Put on fresh blood, yare not cheerful, how do you? It is your happiness you have escaped the malice of your sister. Sir, I shall be most happy to bear partly In any of your sorrows, I never had So hard a heart but I could shed a tear To bear my Master company. Antonio hold, Berinthia die.