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My brother. Are you my brother Sir? How now Cornelia, pray excuse me brother, My joy to see you safe does half transport me. What said the Duchess? do not her eyes fix Upon my brother? how now Cornelia, I am his sister; yet I had No acquaintance with this turbulent passion When I last saw him. Her grace is very pleasant, good good heart Be ̄ patient. Who's that? What are you? It's he, I'll not loose This opportunity, Sir your boldness Speaks you a stranger, and in partly excuses You are alone. I expect not Upon so small acquaintance you should know My voice again, I am the Duchess Sir. Upon condition You will forget the freedom of our nature And not grow insolent upon our favours, We were late pleased to show you, 'twas not love But mirth, we meant our court the wantonness Of reveling nights, which we upon retirements Know how to check and punish too in men, That dare licentiously apply to our Dishonour: if your service in that place Of secretary we have named you for Be diligent and faithful, we repent not That choice, but on your life feed no ambition Higher, it will be a degree next treason To us, and the honour of Ferrara's Duke, With whom because you are our secretary We let you know our thoughts are fixed to marry, Are you gone Fit? Sleep wisely if you can, we shall expect Your attendance in the morning, but no thought On forfeit of your life bey and whats duty. The Duchess shee'l spoil all. Here's no body and please your grace. My brother Borgia Madam. I hope he's gone. Good Sir the reason why you wonder at me Above all other women, what in me Appears so full of prodigy. Should I grant I were, This were no miracle. What wonder will your fancy create next. The privilege of my brother's friend must not Engage me to a mockery. All these carry no such wonder If I have understanding. In love, is that a sin? How Sir, be not rude. Is it your mirth or madness. You have Been very bold upon my constitution. I shall show My self too full of gilded. This Gentleman's discourse though somewhat wild And without method shakes me, I am lost If I obey, I know not what within me Too Prompts me to a love so irreligious; He is my brother, holy thoughts possess me, And when a furious passion seeks to invade My will, destroy it heaven—he's here I dare Enter Duchess and Borgia. Not stay to tempt my frailty, let them move With joy, I am not in my sphere of love. Madam the Duke. The Duke of Ferrara with a glorious train Is come to Court, and as the loud voice is Given out by himself, to claim you for his wife, For which he has your promise. His looks renew My sufferings, I have not power to manage My wild affection, my heart will not Be denied but by a secret destiny. 'Tis truth her highness never spoke so, but I did Whom supposed the Duchess, and this must Found hope in him to be so negative. Upon My conscience she herd the words. I must believe her too: Did she dismiss you then? Went she towards the Garden? I know not. In love with whom? I blush to hear your weakness, I hope he Hath more wit then to built vain Hope's on that; Eagles stoop not to flies. I am not sure A rebel in my nature to his fortune, But dare not pawn my own discretion To take up your opinions. Your pleasure My servant says you would speak with me? What counsel Sir. Please you assist my memory. Would you have me be So impious not to affect my brother. Do you think Jam a Monster Signior? Not a Court Lady sure. Without the fear Of being such a monster made by her Whose wantonness you wittily have charactered. What should incline you To imagine me so lost to modesty? What have you read in me to make you think I love my brother so? There's little charity in those suspicions Have you no other argument. So, so. He told You that himself too. Never, he would not be so wicked sure. I should be ingrateful Not to acknowledge Sir this noble office Meant to preserve me. With love. I love my brother now in his own place, And being his bosom friend I will not question, But to enlarge my knowledge of your worth And take me nearer to me for his Character, And free consent. No haste. To morrow Signior, I suspect it not. He has and odd way of Courtship, sure my brother, Unless he know him better then this wildness Can promise, will be sparing to contract Our hearts too fast, he has but a rough outside, But my strange thoughts within me are corrected, And I possess my self again thank providence, Ursini. You must first practice to offend my Lord, This is favour to me. My Lord, That you have loved, at least professed so much, May easily be granted, but let me Beseech you Sir, did you upon the first Motion that wrought upon your mind to think Me worthy of your love acquaint me with it. Give me equal licence My Lord in the same cause to try my self, I have thoughts too would be composed of something In you to be examined. Then you expect and answer Presently, I much fear my Lord I shannot, In that particular, satisfy your Lordship. But good my Lord what answer you to this? Is it becoming the discretion Of a noble servant to pursue his mistress By unruly ways, and interpose commands And power of great ones to enforce the heart Of any Lady: though I must confess Her grace may challenge my obedience To her law and person, it has been yet a rule, And love and religion cannot be compelled If I have any power My Lord you must not leave me, yet I would Entreat your small retreat behind the hangings For a few minutes. What's the matter brother. You see my company. Love you brother, what have I Done to beget your doubt. This were strange, But not so strange that we should love. It's come about. That gentleman prepared me for this history Do you not blush brother? Sir I thank you. It's time I then dispose my self. My Lord I pray come forth. Enter Ursini. You Gentlemen by your own confessions Are strangers to me, and although I do not Distrust heavens providence, I shall not sin To give my freedom up where I am known; My Lord if you accept Cornelia She's thus confirmed your own. Madam your smiles upon us and we cannot Despair of happiness. He's not my brother indeed then. Although it be clear now you're not my brother Pray take my poor acknowledgement, I shall Be proud for your sake, to preserve your friendship. You have invention enough to furnish The Court with vice, how ever you seem to have Care of my soul, pray give me pardon Sir, Do you ever mean to marry? Would, would, would.
Plot summary
Plot — The Opportunity
Arriving in Urbino for the first time, Aurelio is surprised to find the inhabitants greeting him as a long-lost friend. It turns out that he looks identical to Borgia, who had been banished for killing the brother of Ursini, a court favourite. Accepted by Borgia’s father Mercutio, he seizes his opportunity and steps into his alter-ego’s shoes. They are summoned to court, where Ursini, in love with Borgia’s sister Cornelia, has procured a pardon for Borgia in order to gain the family’s favour. Complications arise when Aurelio falls in love with Cornelia himself, while the Duchess falls in love with him and appoints him her secretary. Aurelio decides to keep his options open, maintains his assumed identity, and pursues both ladies, circumventing any suspicion of incest by telling Cornelia that he is acting on Aurelio’s behalf: Aurelio fell for her on seeing her picture, he says, and engaged him to woo her. Other suitors have come to woo the Duchess, including the Duke of Ferrara, posing as his own ambassador; he takes offence at the favours shown to ‘Borgia’. There is a mix-up in the dark: posing as the Duchess, Cornelia tells ‘Borgia’ that she will marry Ferrara; then the Duchess arrives; ‘Borgia’ takes her for Cornelia, and, on hearing she is to marry Ursini, admits his true identity. Having overheard Cornelia’s comments, Ferrara arrives in Urbino in his own person to claim the Duchess as his bride, but she denies ever promising herself to him. Aurelio’s servant Pimponio poses as another potential suitor to the Duchess. Initially he pretends to be a Spanish don, but is advised to adopt an Italian identity instead when he is introduced at court. He duly claims to be the Duke of Ferrara, which infuriates the real Duke further. ‘Borgia’ asks the Duchess directly whether she loves him. She tartly reminds him of the unbridgeable distance between them, then dictates him a love-letter to be delivered to the person who loves her best, asking the recipient to come to an assignation in the garden. Discouraged, Aurelio gives the letter to Ferrara, but then realizes that the Duchess meant it for him. She sets Mercutio to guard the garden gate and let in none but ‘Borgia’, but he mistakenly admits Ferrara instead. Realizing that he has lost his opportunity to court the Duchess, Aurelio turns his attentions to Cornelia; but his friend Pisauro, eager to get the girl for himself, tells her that ‘Borgia’ is incestuously in love with her, and will claim, untruthfully, that…