MERCUTIO

My dearest Borgia, comfort of my age. My joy of soul, a fatherr prayers and blessing Make thee a happy man, my eyes must speak Partly of my joy in tears, welcome from Naples. And will be a glad soul to embrace her brother Julio and honest gentleman, and one That loves us Borgia. Sir what I want In language, I'll supply with other welcome, Please you to honour my poor wife. I presume you were presented a glad object To Lucio, your affections grew from children. But my son We dwell to long thus public, let us perfect Enter Pietro. Our ceremony at home, Pietro One of the favorites creatures. We must obey. My fears poor Borgia for thee. While my aged arms are in, A loving contention to embrace thee, I wish thee from hence this ground betrayed thee, Embark again, the Seas have used thee kindly, Trust them again, or any land but this: This will undo us both, the joy of seeing thee Made me forget thy danger. What would to done sayest, nothing to dishonour thee, Thou kildst him fairly. You speak nobly, It his misfortune Sir provoked to kill A Gentleman, brother to Ursini, who Was favourite to the Duke deceased, and now Graced by the Duchess, by whose power he may Command him dead, these summons I suspect; But take my counsel Borgia, and deceive His expectation of revenge, once more He bids thee fly; would slay thee in his heart, Let me run their displeasure. Shall I believe my eyes, My nnderstanding? how is Mercutio blessed? Look boy the pardon, heaven reward thy charities; My Lord for saving one, command the lives Of all our family, thou soul of honour; Look Borgia. Your grace is pleased to enlarge my happiness; My daughter is much honoured, but I must Beseech your Lordship to allow we may In such a cause as this, inquire her judgement, And since by'th bounty of your highness, I Have a son now, whose joy may be concerned in't; I would not willingly conclude her marriage Without his voice too. What does her highness mean, She speaks to Ursini, but her eye directs Some language this way, Borgia dost observe? Cornelia, canst thou interpret this? No more, my duty will not let me hear it. You are his friends, I should not else be pleased. You were best tell me too he may be Duke. This is three quarters treason, though I love My son, I must not cherish this ambition. Defend allegiance, Gentlemen mistake not Although I love my son, I'll not be guilty Of any thought to cross her, but I should Be sorry he should cast away himself. As men do use when they Do hang or drown themselves. Yes and understand Go find your wits again, and use they better, Can you be so ridiculous to think, So wise, so modest, so religious A Lady can forget her state and honour To place affection on my son. She had better taine his head off, there had ended My cares, the boy t'runne mad, and what can follow Think ye? go to, I'll to her highness presently. To pray her leave him to a natural death, And choose some other to undo with pride Of her large favours; gentlemen examine But your selves, could either of you two promise To keep your wits, if such a grace were offered To you? would it not tempt you to be mad, To think of being a Duke? speak honestly, I'st fit indeed you should be less than mad? There be some men ith' world have lost their senses When they but chewd the Cud of a bore Lordship, I have known a knighthood has turned some men's wits, The very noise o'th spurs; then do not blame me If I desire my son sober and sensible, And now I think on't I'll first seek him out. Son you're well met. No great pleasure, I am almost hoarse with Inquiring for you, I must ask you a question, First let me examine your countenance. I have no skill in Metaposcopie, De'e know me? He's proud, he wonnot know me: It's so, he's lost, he is undone, nay, nay, It will become me to stand bore to you Sir, And teach my hammes the officious cringe; be covered. Their Jeers? whom do you point upon? Do not you then Think to be Duke. On this condition I'll give thee leave to beat me, 'twas my fear Thou hadstan easy faith, and Wertenberg transported Indeed out of thy wits, but since I see Thou art not mad, I will commend a wife to the Thy sister? Thoud'st not have her? Stay and take My keys this opens to my gold, go home And take out ten bags. To spend they, all's thine own, leave something for Cornelia, because perhaps shee'l marry, And I am satisfied, a prudent boy, How am I bound to heaven that he's not proud, Nor taken in the subtle toils of women? He'll never marry, how shall I consume My estate? Dost hear, a little portion Will serve Ursini with thy sister I let him, we shall please The Duchess too, and when she is disposed The rest is ours to revel with. Did you not meet my son? You are deceived, he's choleric, and let Me advice you gentlemen, although I know He loves you, do not mock him, he's no fool; No bladder to be swollen with breath of praise And Ladies Iigges, he is sensible he is, And will not be the hateful stock of pastime To Grooms and Pages. Call him not Duke, I counsel you. Nor do'e not think it possible it may be He shall not. He shall not, very peremptory, You are no Oracles, would I were Duchess For half and hour, he should be Duke, de'e hear now; No matter who repented: I thought you Had been his friend, he shannot be a Duke? How ere I thought on't, it becomes not you To circumscribe his fortune, he can number Descents of noble blood, and had his breeding; Has none of the worst faces, heads, nor hearts, How ere you valve him and discharge your bolts At random thus, he shannot. He shall not be a Duke. MAdam I know not what to say, my heart Is full of hearty zeal to obey you, but the place You have conferred upon my years, is much Above my strength to satisfy, yet I thank you. He owes all To your infinite favors Madam, a young man, And would be active upon your commands. I have not life enough to serve you Madam, My age is now a burden, that I could Shake off a score of winter's. Above my own health Madam, and let me Be bold to tell your grace, I love him better For your sake. That he can carry Himself so handsomely to deserve your good Opinion, every Courtier that's advanced To a warm place, does not behave himself Always to purpose. To please his Mistress, and I am, I must Confess proud of his expectations, It makes my blood dance Madam. I hope to have more cause My son Borgia. Shall I go for him? I shall Madam; She's gone into the Garden, and commands I give access to none but Borgia; If he come, she has given me another office To keep the door, it has been a preferment. I will do't now in spite of my own humour, Would boy! something will come on't, if he have The grace to neck this opportunity. He's come; Already Borgia. My son. This evening make thee happy, enter, no ceremony I am not now against thy being a Duke, Prove fortunate my boy, and bless thy father. Exit Fer. So, so, if it were noon, and the Sun looked With his broad brightest eye upon's, there are Convenient cozining Arbours, cost bestowed On pretty mazes, a y this of love, You might be there secure, and entertain Sweet time, most tall and fashionable hedges In whose enclosures, Ladies that are willing May loose themselves, and the next walk no wiser Now I think ont, this Cloister with the help Of such and evening might be dark enough For such a turn; many a gentle woman Has been content to embrace upon worse terms O the Court lobbies, but I tell no tales, Enter Borgia. Another moving this way, by his favour The Gardens taken up. Umph, umph. What are you? The Duke Your grace must pardon me, I am commanded To admit none, her highness will enjoy The garden privately. Your servant, but in this my duty must Aim at another's pleasure, if you be The Duke I cannot help it, I am but Green in my honours, and I would not forfeit they With my own head to boot in her first service. Be not transported For if you be my son do you observe You are yet but Borgia, and I your father Old Mercutio, and old lad. Are you Borgia. I believe you are Borgia to my grief, and do believe What you have said; her grace did appoint me To wait here, and commanded I should give Access to none but Borgia, de'e mark? She was pleased to tell me, she had business only Concerned your knowledge I dispute not what, But it's some excellent affair I am confident, She was so merry about the lips and eyes And praised you to my face. All in good time. They shall not need, I'll reach them with less trouble But first I have a suit to you. 'Tis within men remembrance That you did want a pardon, now beg mine, And make what other conditions with the Duchess You please. Yes I am parcel Traitor Against my will, and too much care about My office made me abuse it, I admitted Another gentleman, that deceived me with Your name, and how her grace may punish me Is in my fears, unless you mediate for me. Yes, and at first Found I discharged my duty the wrong way And let him in. Into the Duchess. The Duke, it may be so, although 'twere duskish Me thought he carried more compass with him; But why should he take your name? You found I had no zeal to his, how ever Loose no more time; your power with her grace May set all straight and purchase me a pardon. Does he thou me? How would he domineer and he were Duke? He's very passionate. He's gone and I am Like to suffer for't, By your highness favour I will wait no longer To be chastized, but when your grace is weary, You shall not need to strike me at the door; 'Tis open and I vanish in the dark; Stay and I'll send some others to attend you, You will want light, my son shall be no Duke I perceive now, nor will I be a Courtier; Put me to keep the door? Your pardon gracious Madam. I am one of the worst keepers of a door, I'm glad ont. But where's Borgia? Nor my son. I hope the pardon's firm. I le dispatch letters then to Naples, thence He did salute me last, how were we cosend! But Sir I thank you for my Borgias pardon. Alas the Court is barren.