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Your mercy rather, I have considered madam I did loose A brother, whose repair I shall not find Now in another's blood, the Gentleman Hath suffered, though not what the Laws determine Many years penance, so severe, perhaps That he is come by offering himself now A sacrifice to your justice, to prevent A death more killing, still to live a stranger To his own friends and country. This will make Your art of mercy shine the brighter Madam. You shall see through me, I dare not wear a thought less than transparent, I love his sister Madam, fair Cornelia With those intents become me, in that flame I sacrifice all thoughts that wound her brother And wish no happier satisfaction, And by that charm of her consent to love My brother is redevivd in Borgia. I have wooed her but in compliment, And though there may be sons to admit My services, I find she is all obedience To her father, whom the apprehension Of his sons fortune may have indisposd To a present reconcilement. If they might have the happiness to be Propounded by your highness to Mercutio, I prophesy success, pardon great Madam, If after all your princely favors I Beg this with many blushes, love is graced By dwelling on your breath. Madam. What Madam? He is gone then? 'Tis strange the Duchess should so mistake. He will attend your grace—who wait. Gently I beseech you, There may be a punishment within your eye To kill him, and so make the benefit Is meant him, of no virtue, or to himself, Or my design. Th'are admitted. It's Signior Borgia, His heart is full of thanks. Dear Madam. Look calm upon him. I am confident To incline his favour, since she has declared Herself no enemy. Sir I have a suit to you. I am and honorer of your fair sister, It rests in you to perfect my ambition. And make her mine. Sir your father's Voice speaks in yours, you now command my destiny If you will make me happy. Your family I take it can receive No stain by my alliance. You speak nobly. Let this confirm, I am yours. Add this one To your other princely favours Madam, and Admit this gentleman to kiss your hand. I was jealous she would chide and frown upon him, prayed her be gentle, and look calm, Is't come To this? My Lord let me Prevail so far, I hope you imagine I Am firm to you, I have more cause to be Impatient, my whole strength at Court's concerned, But have more noble thoughts then to suspect You can be flighted, think 'tis but a dream In justice to your cause, and royal master Put on no face of discontent, return And see how things will close Had she studied Honours to his ambition, it had Not wronged her prudence, to have shown you more Respect. Yet my Lord Have so much fortitude, it'll be a means If you return, to make her find her error To your person, were she not my Princess I should profess my self ashamed, out come Let me beseech you to go back, leave not The presence so, for your own honour Sir Observe a little more, I hope you shannot Repent my counsel. Expect a change. You honour me. I know not what to think, let me wait on you To your lodgings. It's the less service I obey Any commands. A happy night to your Lordship, After so many years spent in the Court, I am to learn the trick on't, these are actions Gainst my first rules, I am ignorant Of this new Court philosophy, what should The Duchess mean, so prodigal of her graces To one she searse remembers, with such open Neglect to the Dukes' Ambassador? I was careful She wood not use him kindly enough, Wertenberg not Affection to his sister, lies up my Revenge, Idem drop it on his heart, but I Must work with art, and by a Counter magic Dissolve his spell, or form him to my purpose. Enter Laura and Melanda. You have been waiting on the Duchess Ladies? With what circumstance? Is she still pleasant? His substance Madam, but take heed, the Datchesse Must have no rival, how dee affect his talk? And who shall set him together again? my Ladies I wait on you. It's the way to my own lodging. Your Charity would relieve me, use my service. Your servant Borgia. 'Tis her graces pleasure every gentleman That has relation to the Duke, taste all The bounties of her Court. None dare To affront a Groom on forfeit of his place, Let all the offices of entertainment Be free and open. And they that of her own Court are ambitious to express their duties Let it appear in keeping this day solemn To wine and mirth, that every brow may speak A joy and welcome to the Duke. Yes of Urbino shortly, when their marriage Is perfect, every Subject's heart prays for it, And sent their acclamations to heaven To see her highness lovingly salute him, He's a brave Prince. A cloud for his own person Till his affairs came to maturity. He stood concealed toth' Duchess, but last night He gained her princely word to marry him, And is this morning bright in his own glories. I'll built more faith upon his honour Fast as a contract. With this joy I had forgotten my own, Borgia; Brother Let not the found be unwelcome, 'tis the Duchesses Pleasure to honour her unworthy creature Ursini, by appointment of our marriage To Wait on hers. With your sister, I'll not suspect your love, since fair Cornelia Is not displeased to be directed by Her highness, and be confident my love Shall make the memory of it welcome to you; You will excuse me if I take my leave, These hours are full of business, and I have Many commands upon me. Yet She denies. You speak a riddle Madam. What pageants have we God. A base affront my Lord, and suspect A plot of Borgias to dishonour you He durst not stay to face it. Madam I am bold to press On your retirement, but when you remember I bring no mutinous thoughts, but such as are Devoted to your service, you will think it A trespass that may soon invite a pardon. Still such goodness Flows from your language to me at the first Encounter; but when I take boldness to Have some assurance from you alone, Which I have hoped and served for, with the truth Of your best honorer, you decline the subject, Or fly the sweet conclusion. No Madam, I long cherished the soft fire That tried the pureness of it, and the object That shot so bright a flame into my bosom, And had suppressed it still, but that your virtue Grew up too powerful against it, then I took leave to express how much I wished To be your votary. I submit, And shall obey your censure, life and death Hang on your lip, I come to be determined Your servant or your sacrifice, for to languish At distance thus. You want no knowledge of me, there is nothing In my passed fate but may appear to you, My nature needs no gloss, my blood, my fortune Clear to your view, my person not much withered; If these together want a charm, I can Deserve you may love, for I know best The extent of my devotions, and the heart That though you should despise it must still serve you. You do not conclude me, if I obtained A favour from the Duchess to propound My wishes, and plead for me, I know well The soul is not her subject, could her power Bestow your body on me, and that I Could boast my self Lord of beauteous frame Without your mind, I were more tyrant to Accept then she to force, and answer for A crime more fatal then the ravishers. Your command's a favour. With greater joy Then I would take and Empire, this drops peace Upon my brother's ashes, and unites For ever our two families. We are happy And every heart congratulates. Sir your blessing. How?
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…