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It's and affront Above satisfaction, but the disgrace Reflects beyond my person. But I was not considerable; The oung Gentleman had taken up her eyes, Her tongue, her feet, her understanding too, I might have withered in my seat, no beam, No discourse this way, but that once she was pleased To ask me how I liked the gallants dancing, I'll not disturb her revels. I wood you wood excuse me, I shall but vex my eyes. You have power with me my Lord. It's well I am bid goodnight, yet all my Hope's Vanish in mists, what think you now cousin? They join toth' Court To morrow morning if I may be honoured With your presence, I will impart a secret to you, And be happy in your counsel. For this time give me pardon, goodnight my Lord. There is no such affliction to the soul As that which should preserve it, love, a passion That with consent betrays our understanding, And leaves man but a heap of flame and ruins; I was safe till I had seen her, busy fame Took but possession of my ear, my own Rashness and vanity engaged my person To see what was commended, and I suffer for't, Leave me. Thou liest, 'tis light And by these fires I see too much, away, I shall soon reach my lodgings, night and I Shall agree well together, if my stay Be long, remember that you left me under The palace windows, leave to be officious And obey me—till this night she gave me fair Exit. Respect, and seemed to allow the loving treaty, I was dull not to uncloud me all this while The knowledge of my person had engaged her Beside my act of love, and so much confidence Passed all retreat, and yet she is a woman, Whose nature is unsteady as the waves, Upon which foolish man runs desperate To me a ruin. What voice is that, it had A found of melancholy, darkness secure me. 'Tis the new ague Borgia That shakes the court, how confidently he talks To himself, a light strikes from the Duchess window And mucsike; I'll observe, the gallant may Have some appointment. What blessing hath my ear took in? she is Resolved to my desires. I have enough to morrow I resolve To be my self, and with a state becoming Ferrara's Duke, challenge this happiness, Forgive deer Princess I suspected thee. Good Madam Render me not so lost to my own senses, To the honour of a Prince basely to coin A language for my purpose, though you may Repent the last nights freedom, and correct Your judgement of me, make me not so miserable To let the Court think I invented this As destitute of nobler ways to move you, But I presume this is to try my patience And make my joys at last more precious By this delay; I know you are all virtue And cannot stain your self by a denial Of any syllable you speak. Then Madam I take leave, to tell you 'tis not Done Like a Princess of that character We have received, and if I had no witness I see what mirth we are prepared for. Was ever such a mockery, I see I must produce more testimony, you see Can justify if you please, I have affirmed Nothing but truth, although my willing ear Catched up the voice, she spoke it to you signior. That she resolved to marry us. It seems you have concluded, Madam, I Must be the general mirth. You shall command me. How sirrah? Are you Duke of Ferrara sirrah, would. Sirrah darest usurp my name? I'll have's hear, As for this wretch. Madam you have not used me well. I say no more. You're well met Sir, Borgia I take it. You have prostrate language, But carry treason in your heart, you know me? So, was't your plot to bring That puppet to affront me before the Duchess? Was there no other name to be usurped, Dishonoured, and profaned by hounds and monkeys But mine? Your fears shall not excuse. I know I am Sir, and Will print revenge upon your heart, 'tshall carry The character of a villain. What Sir? You think The place protects you now. Thy Hope's, Of what reversion? what Grooms place is vacant? At that name I drew New flame, and should I credit thy soul free From this dishonour, thou hast sin enough In thy ambition to pull ruin on thee, Are we too fit to be in competition Sir? Hast thou a thought so proud, so daring in thee To be my rival? Have I courted her To her own height, a Prince? and shall her vassal Look on her with and eye, less then serves The Altar with, because she is pleased some time To laugh, and seem indulgent to your services For her own sake, can you have brain to think Such treason to her judgement, that she loves you? Or can she be so lost to truth and honour Not to make good her promises to me Religious as a contract, has she not Declared me worthy of her, and my love The best of all the world. The best of all the world, 'tis not that I Can be so poor in my esteem of her Whose mention is sacred, or my self That I have any jealousy thou canst Inherit possibly the hundredth partly Of any thought that points upon affection Hast thou no soul to apprehend thy scorn? Nay did she not, fearing thou mightest grow insolent Upon her favours late declare herself, It was not love but mirth and wantonness Of reveling nights, commanding on thy life Thou feed no ambition higher, or feed a thought To her, beyond what waited upon duty You may remember this. Best she will acknowledge Of all mankind. Would? I am blessed, Borgia let me embrace thee my best friend Dwell in my heart, divide with me Ferrara Or Urbino, any thing but the Duchess, say I'll meet her in the Garden were it walled With flaming Dragons, I have not a soul Spacious enough to entertain this happiness Beyond my hope, above my life deer Borgia. The evening wastes a pace, I cannot be Too soon at my desires, whoes that? One stands Centinel, Is that the word? who names Borgia. The same. We thank you Signior Ursini, you have been faithful to us. Rise ever fortunate. Oyes, oyes. And be deer to us.
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…