VALASCO

Do you believe I love, and not accept it? O you too much subject a natural gift, And make your self beholding for your own: The Sun hath not more right to his own beams, With which he gildes the day, nor the Sea lord Of his own uva es. Well enough for roving. But I cannot desist, I am in love with every thing you say, This your denial as it comes from you Bids me still love you, pardon fair Berinthia, Valasco hath not power to rule himself; Be you less fair, or virtuous, perhaps I may abate my service. What fool? both, whom? Do, why? I fear him not. Berinthia, to whom I pay my love devotions, in my ear Seemed not to welcome him, your Lady did. 'Tis true, he preferred service to Berinthia, And what is she then to resist the vows Antonio if he love, dare heap upon her? He's gracious with her father, and a friend Dear as his bosom to Sebastiano, And may be is directed by that brother To aim at her, or if he make free choice, Berinthias beauty will draw up his soul. I'll know my destiny. With and obedient heart. There where I wish it may grow older in desire, And be crowned with fruitful happiness. How's this, a Summer's storm! Lady by the honour of your birth, Put off these clouds, you maze me, take off The wonder you have put upon Valasco, And solve these riddles. With a devoted heart, else may I die Contempt of all mankind, not my own soul Is dearer to me. How? I cannot challenge her, but she has let fallen Something to make me hope, how think you she's Affected to Antonio? O stay sweet Lady, leave me not to struggle Alone with this universal affliction; You speak even now Berinthia would be his Without prevention, o that Antidote, That Balsome to my wound. I am devoted yours, command me ever. Words are too poor to thank you, I look on you As my safe guiding star. My Lord I am sorry, If I have any way trangrest, I was not Respectless of your honour, nor my fame, Valasco shall be unhappy, if by him You shall derive a stain, my actions fair, I have done nothing with Berinthia, To merit such a language, it not ripe, For me to interrupt the father, when I knew not What grace I hold with her. Why I am undone now, My bliss I remember. For me? Would. As I should a Punyard sticking here, how came You by it? I am resolved, Antonio or I must change our air, This is beyond my patience sleep in this And never wake to honour, o my fates, He takes the freehold of my soul away, Berinthia, and it, are but one creature, I have been a tame fool all this while, Swallowed my poison in a fruitless hope, But my revenge, as heavy as Jove's wrath, Wrapped in a thunderbolt is falling on him, Apply this Madam. Would. 'Tis some divinity hangs on your tongue. How deer Madam. Let heaven forsake me then, was ever mortal S bound to woman's care, my mother's was Half paid her at my birth, but you have made me And everlasting debtor. I am all wings. Ansilva? It is I Valasco Disposed whom? Let me alone to dispose her, prithee where's the light? Show us the way. The way to her chamber? come, I know what You are sick of, here each minute is and age till I possess Berinthia. Well? Do you mock me? I shall grow angry, led me to Berinthias chamber, or— I am abused you are a cunning Devil, I hear and had Berinthia, tell me, or with this Pistol, I will soon Reward thy treachery, where Berinthia? Am I awake? or do I dream this horror: Where am I? who does know me, are you friends Of Done Valasco? I doubt my self, who am I 'Tis so, I am Valasco, all the Furies Circle me round, o teach me to be mad, I am abused, infufferably tormented, My very soul is whipped, it had been safer For Catalina to have played with Serpents. Who named Valasco? Could you pick none out of the stock of man To mock but me, so basely? I will suspend awhile. Would? Confusion stay the These. Let one have the honour to revenge, but I the wronged Val sco, let me beg it sir. I had and interest in Berinthia, Why have not I commission, I have a sword, Thirsleth to be acquainted with his veins; It is too mean a satisfaction To have her rendered, on his heart Idem write A most just vengeance. Your daugh er sir? Lay not so great a bourthen on Berinthia, Her nature knows not to degenerate; Upon my life she was not yielding, to The injurious Actium; if Antonio Have played the thief, let your reven e fallen there, Which were I trusted with, although I doubt not Sebastianoes f y; he should feel it More heavy than his Castle, what can be Too just for such a sin? IT will beco e you; but I marvel we hear ̄ nothing Of their success e at Elu S. by this time I would have sent Antonio to warm His father's ashes, do you not think sir? Sebastiano will not be remiss, A gentle nature is abused with tales, Which they know how to colour; heres the Count. And is Antonio living? Has he then yielded up Berinthia? How this, I steal Berinthia? This does amaze me. Madam I know not how the poison came in, but I Fear some have betrayed our plot. To make a greater fire, were you so cold To credit his excuse, Antonio, I should not have been so frozen, As you love honour and revenge, give me Some interest now, and if I do not Show my self faithful, let Valasco have No name within your memory, let me beg To be your Proxy sir, pity such blood, As yours should be ignobly cast away; Madam speak for me. I am all fire with rage. I shall. We must speak with Done Sebastiano. W at, courting Ladies, by this time 'twas expected You would have courted fame sir, and wooed her to you; You shall know me better. Madam I do wonder You can forget your honour, and reflect On such unworthiness, wherein hath Valasco Showed you less merit. Sebast oh hold, thart not so ill be friended, Exchange a person, isle leap the battlement. 'Tis so, he's taken with Catalinaes beauty. What think you of that my Lord? I know not what to think on't Berinthia. Does not Antonio dedicare his thoughts To your acceptance, it's impossible, I herd him praise you to the heavens, above they; Made himself hoarse but to repeat your virtues As he had been in ecstasy; love Birinthia? Hell is not blacker than his soul, if he Love any goodness but your self. hope fair. make em thy self I we e not truly noble to affront him; My blood boils in me, it shall I cool again, The place venerable by her presence, And I may be deceived, Valasco then Keep with thy fears. A onio I must but now look on, you were Bes take to out live him. Divine Berinthia! O hen'