AURELIO

E Xpect me and hour hence, my friend and I Will walk and see the City, make it your Caroto get Supper ready. And be not Drunk Sirrah at our return. About your business: And how dost Like the town, and situation. You'll change opinion; Perhaps we would seen none but the rubbish, yet There may be beauty's signior will tempt Your most fastidious appetite, I fear I shall have much ado to stave thee from they, Thou hast, A mind to show thou canst be satire, patience But till to morrow and we'll hence. Me, meaning me, dee know me? Dost thou know him? I never saw his eyes before To my best memory, are you not mistaken. There is But one half hour added to our ages Since first we saw the City. What Riddle's this. Nay I know not, he Said we had been familiar, in his dream sure, For waking I never saw him. To what purpose prithee. Enter Pietro. Why does that Gentleman stare upon us so. Save you signior. Thank you, what's your name I pray. What friend. For what. That may be dangerous, Did he not name Borgia. He might as well would called me B thlem Gabor; Lets walk on still. Sure he does call me Borgia. I am very likesome body, They all mistake me thus, we would seen no friends since. One deer in my acquaintance. Remember my father's name. Dead! Pardon noble friend, I was persuaded time and absence had Wrought such a change upon my face, that no man Would know me again, but though I may to some Appear a stranger, I must stand discovered To a friends penetrating eye, again Possessed your faithful servant, whats my name. What were I best to do. He does but jest, they are all witches here. Is she grown Worthy that hour you express, and has The Duchess taken her to grace. Who. Cry you mercy, I know him well enough; but does he love her? I hope my sisters honest. Remember that name too. You speak a welcome Character. See if he first knows me, 'Tis a wise father now knows his own child. Your pardon Sir That thus I steal upon you, I wood hope My sister— Cornelia is in health. Your pardon Sir that I seemed strange to you. I ear my Uncle Has left us— We must all tread that path, Here is a friend of mine to whose trust and favour I have been much engaged. To Lucio we carry but one heart. What makes your countenance change Sir. For me. Danger Sir, What have I done, to call these fears upon you? Prithee do. Not for me Sir, I am resolved, it's better die at home, Then wast my life and exile, I'll to Court we' . Thou art a fool, cannot I cast Borgies skin off when I please, I must See my fair sister at a minutes warning, Thou art evidence for me; father I wait you, My sisters there you say, do not doubt me; At worst, I'll have a trick to keep my head on: Come friend and Gentlemen. What. I am lost here Pisauro, and excellent creature. What? Why she is certainly in love, shat in and see How I am used, and yet I now come forth To recover breath, I would danced my self to a jelly, The Ladies would no mercy; but the Duchess Fortune thou smilst too much, I shall suspect Thy giddiness, take eyes to thee and see To what a flattering height thou hast exalted A credulous man. But why make I ridiculous application To fortune? love is only active here; The tyrant love, more blind then chance, I am Full of distraction, there's a labyrinth Within, and more I tread, the more I am lost Betwixt the Duchess and Cornelia My soul divids, I must not be a fool, And for the fable of amorous love Leave state that courts me with a glorious title, And yet Cornelia is fury, and looks Withal the charms of love upon her brow, What will she do when she believes I am No brother? What answer shall I frame, things are not ripe Yet for discovery, so please your highness You would be modest, and excuse, be wiser And apprehend my meaning to advance Your wishes, 'tis within my power to effect As much as your ambition can aim at: Who is it if her heart be stubborn, we Can make it soft; if great above your fortune, We can raise you to her equality, Or bring her down to your level, since we have promised In hope not to repent: either declare The mistress of your thoughts, and find them prosper, We are not used to express such bounteous language, But be the proudest, greatest in our Duchy Without all limitation, she shall carry No birth or state here, to despise the service You fairly mean her if we fail in this, We will not think our strength worth the preserving To me, I thank you Sir, not yet, I shall be mad indeed then, I will marry None but my sister, take my word. How now sirrah, what are you? I know thee? You may change that name And call me servant. That name will make the gates fly open to me And I pass undiscovered. There's death in these delays, do not you know me? Or dare you not believe what I affirm Touching the Duchess. But do you love me More then a sister? if I were not Borgia, Remove from us the common tie of blood Which is not love, but forced of nature in us, Could you affect me then, then if I answered This honour with a true and noble flame Upon such brave conditions, Cornelia Could our hearts meet and marry? May your Hope's prosper in him; now we two With licence of your excellence may Prosecute our design again for the war . As sure as you are my sister; do you doubt me? You have deserved My life, which ought to waste it self in service. How do you mean my Lord. Noble Sir, I am sorry where such infinite merits plead I have no power to serve your noble wishes, And keep the honour of a gentleman. 'Twere a blessing. Mistake not I beseech you, I have already engaged my self to a Gentleman Of a noble house in Milan, one Aurelio Andreozzi. Who on the fight of Her picture which I gave him, courted me To woo the substance for him, promising To follow me in person, being one To whom I had many obligations In the Milan Court, I paund the credit Of a gentleman, to assist his fair desires, If in few days he come to Urbino; but I am confident his young affections Which had no other life but what a dead Representation could infuse, will soon Vanish again, and leave me to be serviceable In what you will command me, and be sure I will not rack your patience to much length; If in few days he appear not, I will think My promise disobliged, and direct all My abilities to make your wishes prosper: It will become my gratitude. The pleasures of the Court will so abate His thoughts this way, that I presume your Lordship Will soon be master of that amorous province You aim at, and much honour your poor servant. And wonder, but I see nothing in her eyes To be afraid of. I'll follow: what dost think of this Pisauro. What prithee? There are no faces here. Pisauro, What will become on's, 'tis as thou sayest? The Duchess is mad Is as I told thee mad, I prithee counsel me Although her grace be pleased to show me favors 'Twere boldness to believe, and thank her. I know not whither The fit will last, I may hold some proportion With Cornelia, my supposed sister, she Poor wretch does cast such speaking eyes upon me As she were Jealous of the Duchess too, And wrings me by the hand when I dance with her. I attend; What were I best to do? What shall's do with Pimponio? that fool May betray all. Your our graces pardon? Alas poor lovesick Lady, what if I Attempted farther, the excuse will fallen More easy on a stranger, Lady, hist. One that does wish the happiness To see your face, you have blessed my ears already. My name's Borgia, if you be A fair one of the court, time is not old Since I was a guest there. I am. Your graces humble creature, may I hope You'll pardon this attempt. I must confess you are my Princess Madam, To whose least command I owe my blood and fortune. And do not think I can be lost so much In duty to interpret there was any thing In me, that could deserve more then your pastime; And let me fallen and die beneath your anger, When I transgress so far, as to sorget My humble fate which only can be blessed With my obedience to you, I had not One saucy application of your favours, My heart shall bleed to death ere it shall sinde One thought of so much impudence. Is the Duchess gone? My joy of soul, dearest Cornelia. 'Tis she that I must trust to. I am undone A 'both sides, hear me yet but speak. I am not thy brother. Not Borgia, the whole town's mistaken My name is Aurelio Andreozzi, I was born in Milan, with my friend designed To see some service in the Germane wars; At the first sighed I must confess I loved thee: To enjoy thy conversation more freely, I was content to seem what men would call me I can give thee proof, But to no purpose now, and tell thee too Enough to make thee think I may be worthy, But since it's so, I am glad you have discovered Your resolution so soon, good night te'e, I'll make no noise to morrow, when I take My journey. There may be hope, although My first love I confess reflect on this, The Duchess yet, had not been much amiss, I was more fortunate Then I have reason for, and yet my country And friends were precious madam, nor could life In such a wilderness abroad, where none Durst own me, be a benefit; there was A bessing in my fate to meet your mercy That gave me boldness. None Madam, I was not Worth any Ladies thought, none were so lost To their own Judgements to imagine me More then a walking shadow, or if any Had cherished better thought of me a stranger, They quickly found, they had not placed it right, On so much barrenness which left their charity To pay it self. It Cannot be thought flattery, if I Acknowledge with the narrowest observation My eyes could take, no place hath been more fruitful In beauty then your own, and it does hold Proportion with your excellence, all should Be fair and imitate your first example. If I have any wit. She's jealous, jealous, stars I thank you, 'Tis clear as light she does affect me now: Did she not put me too't, to name my mistress, Yet in a shadow pointed at her self? Be she the proudest, greatest in our Duchy Without all limitation, I marked that And had my sense—if great above your fortune We can raise you to her equality: Fine morals, poor Cornelia loves me too, But I must give her no encouragement: Her grace is much the better woman—would, Loud Music. She appeared discontent when first Cornelia Brought her the news, yet they march lovingly Together, but that ceremony must Be allowed at Court, where shift of face and tongue Are wisely to be practised—my good Lord. How's this? Here's Like to be a triumph, with your Lordship's Pardon; was that the Duke of Ferrara A good round gentleman, He did not fly hither; I herd talk of and Ambassador. Last night. To what painted Paradise Would she have led me? wood I had my sister now. What marriage? In good time, I am in a good state again, I was and ass To think the Duchess meant me any thing But mockery, she told me so before To make more sport, I have lost my sister too, She's for Ursinis carving, I could curse My self to Milan, but 'tis not impossible I may retrieve Cornelia, by giving her A timely satisfaction, I am not Her brother Borgia: Ther's all the hope is left, I shall be loath To hunt two hares, and after loose them both. Your pleasure Sir. Your meaning Sir? I am not discovered sure, What crotchet's this? I know not how to interpret Sir your language; Yet I would hope you mock me not, although It was the Duchess pleasure to create Mirth from this barren heap, and counterfeit Favors to try my duty, join not you With others to enlarge my scorn, I am not So tame of soul, but I have sense of all Their Jeers. I dare not name the Duchess; I am all Obedience to her person, yet she might Have placed her giddy humour somewhere else It swells not me with expectation, I was not made for state. Should any but your self Name such a title to me, I should answer His question with a frown, and something else To wait upon't, though I engaged my life To a fresh danger, but I am instructed By nature and religion to be calm At what you say. I cannot rail upon the Duchess safely; A wife, my mother's dead. I think you wood not have her out of heaven. T'were little Charrity, and the whole sex Were in a dead sleep were't not fin to wake they; A wife, I'll seek my sister. What to do Sir? Must He marry her? I'll think ont. What my good Lord? Your excellence Must pardon me, I herd her highness speak No language to that purpose. How ere her grace be a little impudent I had been mad to justify the Duke In such a cause, she has no mind to marry him, And perhaps talked to me last night to try My strength of wit, women are subtle creatures, No matter though Usini court my sister, My ambitions fair a tother side again. Why didst bring him hither. I attend. Madam you let fallen. You honour your poor creatures. Suit Madam? My suit Madam? This bounty Of language is beyond all my ambition. To purpose, would I durst, This exceeds all the rest, shall I be mad And loose this opportunity. Better? my happiness flows upon me My suit is Madam, you would be pleased to— What shall I say, she looks so keen and tempting, I have a great mind to kiss her. Long since, my humble suit is to you Madam, that— The greatest rise by favour, I would lost And opportunity. She Asks again, now I'll put her toot, We are private, I have another suit Madam. Of love. May I presume to as ask your grace. Do you love me Madam? Does your grace love me? have? Did ever Sunshine break so suddenly From such a black and most prodigious cloud? I would have sold my body for a bean stalk Within two minutes, sh'as and excellent wit And cunningly she reins it, whats your pleasure I shall write Madam? I am perpar'd. Shee'l make me mad, I ha'done, I love you. There wanted Sir, I love you Sir. And if, &c. You'll wisely, &c. All errors, &c. I'th privy garden, &c. Mean time, &c —What a devil does she mean? I have done, it wants your confirmation—so. To whom shall I direct it? To whom? I love you Sir, &c. 'tis a letter, and I wrote it, To whom, to him that loves her best, if none love her better, 'Tis to my self? Why am I so scrupulous? She has made me Chancellor in the cause, There's no particular named, yet she was angry, Yet she was pleased again, and had my crime Been greater, she had met it charitably. Come I perceive the whole device as sure As I have any sense, she does affect me, And tries me at the last weapon of wit How I'll behave my self, are you there Duchess; She is my own, and this invites me to The close of all my happiness, if I Forfeit this opportunity, let Midas Transplant his goodly ears to this dull head, And let all women laugh at me, my stars I bow to you, and kiss your influence, I am exalted to your sphere already, Where, with the Duchess I will fit and shine A constellation. Duke of Ferrara. I understand you not, your anger Is not directed right my Lord, I am not Guilty in thought. You are abused. I must tell you Duke. Were you master of the world, Could you shoot death beyond a Basilisk, Or had you mischief in your breath above The Lernean vapours, or the killing steam Of the hight lake that poisons innocent Birds But daring to fly over, I would rise With as much confidence to scorn this calumny As I would quench my thirst, or chide my Groom The drudges for me, Duke I am no villain, And though my blood runs not so deep a purple There's no corruption in the chapest vein My Liver feeds, it's clear and honest sir, In thy own Court I'll meet and tell thee so Maugre thy guards, and gawdy Butterflies, I dare, by innocence, I dare. Were it in a Church No drop of mine could stain it, Duke I cannot Fear and be master of a sword, that needs No valour in a cause so just as mine To stir the point, by all my Hope's. Come 'tis not done becomingly To insult because you have a privilege Of Duke above you, I am here a servant To a most gracious Princess. How was that Sir? 'Tis clear, this none Could tell him but her self, I find too plain Who is the may-game of the Court, this last Convinces me, your pardon mighty Sir You love the Duchess. I have a letter to you, I will not doubt my pardon when you read it, 'Tis to you Sir if there can be a joy beyond what's there con tained Beyond his hope? it seems this joy was not Expected umph, and I had no commission To give it him, after all this if she Meant it not this way, I ha'made fine work, She might ha'namd him, would I had the paper Again, now do I prophesy I have Undone my self, and only her grace meant That I should meet her, curse upon my easiness; I have lost and opportunity, no fate Flattered a mortal with the Like, dull brains, There's yet prevention, genius I thank thee, 'Tis possible I may secure the Garden And boldly meet her first, if any destiny Owe me this blessing with this art I may Redeem my folly, never man but I Would loose so rich and opportunity. 'Tis the best way To say I am the Duke, that if he follow He may prevent his own access. Here do thy office, I am the Duke. Lord Mercutio. Then I'll discover I am Borgia Your son, your happy Borgia, be not you The enemy, and ̄ worser bar my glorious fortune, The Duchess has commanded me this evening To meet her in the Garden, I can tell Thee wonders old Mercutio, she loves me, More I have and assurance from her hand Shee'l make me Duke old lad. Your pardon Sir, My joy of such a bliss allows no bound, Why are you slow to make your son the happiest Of all mankind, the evening's big with glory The winds do whisper gently whose I am, The birds with Music wait to entertain me Into Loves Bower, the Trees bow to my entrance And she that is the Mistress of all these Will bid me welcome. If this have faith with-thee Why am not I admitted The gates should spread themselves. To me, Speak and command it. Your pardon? Did any take my name. In? whither? I am undone, this minute, I am blasted; It was the Duke upon my life. Lost for ever. Be rather loft as I am in thy dotage, Thou hast deprived me of the wealthiest harvest That ever Sunbeams shined on My fortune bleeds to death, 'tis now too late That paper ruins all my hope, and were We equal, the would scorn my want of confidence And laugh me out o'th world. But there's no dwelling in this Wilderness, Things passed are passed sorrow, there is yet A way to bind my wound up and secure My health, though not a life with so much state As was expected, instantly I'll to Cornelia, I know she loves me still, At worst a little passion bestowed On her, with clearing I am another brother Makes her my own, and keeps me from the Pasquill; I shall be jeered to dust else, there's my rest, He that loves more then one is seldom blessed. O Cornelia. Are you alone. De'e love me. Then pardon Fairest Cornelia, and make him blessed Whose very soul dotes on thee, I have but Usurped the name of Borgia, I can give Thee proof. Pisauro welcome The man of all mankind, most wished for welcome: Madam this gentleman can witness I am None of your brother, we were bred together, Both born in Milan, and my name is Aurelio Androzzi son to Paulo Androzzi major domo to the Dukedom, My friend too of a noble family. Weary of home We both engaged our selves to try our fortune Abroad, and for the wars had last designed Our selves, we took but Urbino in the way, Where some good stars detained us, and I taken For Borgia pursued thus far the story. De'e laugh at me, Pisauro she's incredulous. Speak and convince her with thy testimony. She wants faith. Cornelia, Pisauro Why art thou silent. I prithee do not vex me. No Madam, I know not Sir. We are both deceived Pimponio shall I hope Of your free pardon Madam for all trespasses? My Lord your breath is powerful.