CATALINA

You have been absent long my noble Count, eshrew me but I dreamed on you last night. Nay it and idle dream, not worth the repartition, Why, now my dream is out, I dreamed that you were ighting. And that in single combat, for my sake You slew a giant, and you no sooner had Re cued my honour, but there crept a pigmee Out of the earth, and killed you. Would you have any body hate me? Here my sister. For honours sake what's that? Done Antonio de Riviero. With whose noble worth You oft have filled discourse, thought your self happy In his choice friendship; if his body carry So many graces, it is heaven within, Where his soul is. Please you walk Sir. He did direct those praises unto me This does confirm it. Your face is cloudy sir, as you suspected Your presence were not welcome; had you nought But title of a brother's friendship, it were Enough to oblige us to you, but your worth In Catalinaes eyes, bids me proclaim you A double acceptation. ANsilv yond observe with curious eye All Gentlemen that come hither, whats your opinion. Of Done Antonio? Then without Art your judgement. Nay, it does not displease, 'yare not alone, He hath friends to second you, and who dost think Is cause he tarrries here. And canst thou see no higher? then thou art dull. What? Of whom? How not that? Thou'dst bring thy former truth Into suspicion, why 'tis more apparent Then that he loves. Would? Tha'rt honest, be yet more free, hide not a thought that may concern it. Th'ast done me faithful service, be yet more vigilant, I know thou speakest all truth, I do suspect him, My sister, would? Dare she maintain contention? Is this the duty binds her to obey A father's precepts, 'tis dishonour to me. Let me see him, it'll give me good occasion to be My own observer; Whom would you sir? He speaks Like a Knight errant, he comes in quest, But you are none. The more to come, a witty knave. It shall not need sir, I'll give him notice my self, Ansilva Entertain time with him. Does he not praise me now? I came to tell you A servant of yours attends with letters from Your sister Madonna Castabella. What serious conference had you sister with that Gentleman. Why should he not deliver them to my self. I Like not this rebound, 'Tis fairest to catch at fallen. It may be so, and yet I dare acquit you, In duty to a Father, you would wish me All endue respect, I know it. My Lord Antonio means to take his leave. You do not know What power you have over me, that but to please you Can frame my self to take a leave so soon. You shall have my consent sir. Retire your self, this passion must have way, This works as I would have it, fear nothing sir, Obscure. But my Lord. Good sir, a much afflicted worthy Gentleman, At your displeasure. Nothing less, this conflict Prepares your peace, I am her guardian, Love smiles upon you, I am not inconstant, Having more power to assist you, but away, We must not be descried, expect ere long To here what you desire. Berinthia, you're my prisoner, at my leisure I'll study on your fate, I cannot be Friend to my self, when I am kind to thee. Ansilva. Who's with you? Was not Diego with you, Antonio's man? It does concern you. How do you Like it sir? I found it here by accident oth'ground, I am sure it did not grow there, I suppose Diego, the servant of Antonio Who colorably pretends affection To Ansilva, brought it, he's the agent for him. Now the design appears, day is not more conspicuous Then this cunning. Thus we work sure then, time runs upon the appointed hour, Valasco should rid me of all my Fears at once, upon thy life be careful to direct Him at his first approach, I am sick till she Be delivered; be secret as the night, isle to my Chamber, be very careful. It I, Catalina, here. Valasco be your self, resume your virtue. My thoughts are clear from your abuse, it is No time to vent our passion, fruitless rages, Some hath abused us both, but a revenge As swift as lightning shall pursue their flight: O I could fear my brains, as you respect Your honours safety, or Berinthias love; Haste to your lodging, which being never our house, You shall be sent for; seem to be raised up, Let us alone to make a noise at home, Fearful as thunder; try the event, this cannot Do any hurt, you Ansilva shall With clamours wake the household cunningly, While I prepare my self. What by a pigmee? Sir, you are most welcome. I hope sir, now we shall enjoy you long A servant of his, he says, brought letters To hasten departure. Sir, you love my sister. Where do you think Done Antonio hath made choice To place his love? Hath your aff ction had no deeper root, That 'tis rend up already, I had thought It would have stood a Winter, but J see A Summer storm hath killed it, fare you well sir. You love B rinthia. And yet you wish Antonio may be crowned With happiness in his love, he loves Birinthia. Beyond expression, to see how a good nature Free from dishonour in it self, is backward To think another guilty, suffers it self Be poisoned with opinion, did your eyes Empty their beams so much in admiration Of your Berinthias beauty, you left none To observe your own abuses, That lesson he with impudence hath read To my own ears, but shall I tell you sir? We are both made but properties to raise Him to his partial ends, flattery is The stalkeing horse of policy, saw you not, How many flames he shot into her eyes When they were parting, for which she paid back Her subtle tears, he wrung her by the hand, Seemed with the greatness of his passion To have been over born, O cunning treachery! Worthy our justice, true be commended me; But could you see the Fountain that sent forth So many c zening streams, you would say Styx Were Christ all to it, and wast not to the Count, Whom he supposed was in pursuit of me; Nay, whom he knew did love me, that he might Fire him he more to consummate my marriage That I disposed he might have of access To his beloved Berinthia, the end Of his desires I can confirm it, he prayed To be so happy with my father's leave To be her amorous servant, which he nobly Denied, partly expressing your engagements; If you have least suspicion of this truth: But dee' think she love you? May be Lycia warm as yet, but soon as as she's caught, Inevitably his, without prevention. For my own partly I hate him in whom lives A will to wrong a Gentleman, for he was Acquainted with your love, 'twas my respect To tender so your injury, I could not Be silent in it what you mean to do I leave to your own thoughts. Alas I pity you, and the more, because I see your troubies so amaze your judgement, I'll tell you my opinion sir oth' sudden; For him, he is not worth Valasco's anger; Only thus, you shall discover to my Father, She promised you her love, be con ident To say you did exchange faith to her; this alone May chance assure her, and if not I hav't: Steal her away, your love I see is honourable, So much I suffer when de sert is wounded, You shall have my assistance, you apprehend me, Keep smooth your face, and still maintain your worship With Berinthia, things must be managed And struck in the maturity, noble sir; J wish You only fortunate in Berinthias love. But I shall prove a wandering star, I have A course which I must finish for my self. Glide on thou subtle mover, thou hast brought This instrument already for thy aims, Sister, I'll break a Serpents egg betimes, And tear Antonio from thy very bosom, Love is above all law of nature, blood, Not what men call, but what that bides is good. Direct Done Valasco hither by the back stairs, I expect him. For what? Now you appear all nobleness, but collect Draw up your passion to a narrow point Of vengeance, Like a burning glass that fires Surest ith smallest beam, he that would kill, Spends not his idle fury to make wounds, Far from the heart of him he fights withal, Look where you most can danger, let his head Bleed out his brains, or eyes, aim at that partly Is dearest to him, this once put to hazard, The rest will bleed to death. The time invites to Actium, isle be brief, Strike him through Berinthia. Mistake me not, I am her sister, She is his heart, make her your own, you have A double victory, thus you may kill him With most revenge, and give your own desires, A most confirmed possession, fighting with him, Can be no conquest to you, if you mean To strike him dead, pursue Berinthia, And kill him with the wounds he made at you, It will appear but justice, all this is Within your fathom sir. If you consent Berinthia shall not see, More suns till you enjoy her. you shall steal her away Provide friends, but let it not be known Upon your honour, I assist you in't. And after when soft S eepe hath charmed All senses the Garden gate. Which shall to open for you, to know her chambe A candle shall direct you in the Window, shall attend too, and provide To give you entrance, thence take Berinthia, And soon convey her to what place you think and most convenient, in small time You may pr cure your own conditions But sir you must engage your self to use her With honourable respects, she is my sister, Did not I think you noble, for the world I would not run that hazard. Select your friend, bethink you of a place You may transpose her. Art sure she has taken it? Thou talkest of wonders, where is Valasco? How Berin. gone call up the servants, Ansilva, how wast? Run one to his lodging presently, it will appear I know he loved her, o my Lord, my sister Berinthias lost, Where Diego? he is missing, run one to his cham ber, heres Valasco. Berinthias stolen away. Didst break open the door? I do suspect— This some plot of Antonio, Diego, a subtle villain, Confirms himself and instrument by this absence; What thinkest Ansilva? Would? Unworthy Gentleman. I have a trick to be rid of this fool, my Lord Do you accompany my brother, you I know are vam lant. O I could surfeit, I am confident Antonio hath her, 'tis revenge beyond My expectation, to close up the eyes Of his Berinthia, dying in his arms, Poisoned maturely, mischief I shall prove Thy constant friend, let weakness virtue love. Alas sir; censure not her too soon, Till she appear are guilty. How, the Count? I sent him thither to be rid on him; The fool has better fortune than I wished him, But now I shall hear that which will more comfort me, My sisters death most certainly. Would, well? How does my sister? Me? Am I be rayed? What do you smell? I poison my sister. Father, this letter says I would have poisoned my poor sister, innocence defend me. Was ever honest love so abused, have I So poor reward for my affection. And how came you off my noble Count. No, J had rather lost this fool. You cannot sir in honour now go back. J shall not think you love me, if my father Point you such noble service to refuse it. Theres wildfire in my bowels, sure I am poisoned; O Berinthia. Help me to tear Ansilva, I am poisoned by The Count and this fury. Do you laugh hereat. I have not so much heart as to curse, must I die? I am poisoned. The devil on your fooleship, o I must walk The dark foggy way that spits fire and brimstone, No physic to restore me? send for Sharkino, a cooler A cooler, there a Smiths forge in my belly, and the Devil blows the Bellows, Snow-water, Berinthia Has poisoned me, sink by mine own engine; I must hence, hence, farewell, will you let me die so? Confusion, torment, death, hell. Ansilva, o thou dull wretch, hell on thy cursed Weakness, thou gavest me The poison, but I lick earth, hold, a gentleman Usher to support me, o I am gone, the poison Now hath torn my heart in pieces, Moritur. H , whats this? a Letter to Berinthia from whom Subscribed? Antonio, what devil brought this hither? Furies torment me not, would, while I am Antonio expect Not I can be other then thy servant, all my thoughts A e made sacred with thy remembrance, whose hope Sustains my life, o I drink poison from these fatal accents, Be thy soul blacker then the ink that stains The cursed paper, would each drop had fallen From both your hearts, and every Character Been tex worser with blood, I would have tired mine eyes To have read you both dead here, upon my life Diego hath been the cunning Mercury In this conveyance, J suspect his love Is but a property to advance this suit. But I will cross um all; Done Valasco, you are seasonably arrived, I have a Letter for you. So, when gentle physic w ll not serve, we mus pply more active, but there is Yet a eceipt behind; Vam as oes shallow, And will be planet struck, to see Berinthia Die in his arms: 'tis so, yet he himself Shall carry the suspicion, if art, Or hell can furnish me with such a poison, leap thy last sister, while thou livest I have, No in my S life, my rest thy grave. He hath not seen Berinthia I hope. And Done Valasco, how now, are thy arrows feathered? Roving I thought to. But heres another lame. They our oh a true Poetic fury. But this li my think hath more more feet than the rest.