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Y Are great in all that's good. Pray no more. Your nature is too soft; let not the mention Of her that was my sister, and you Queen Beget another sighs; she was long since blessed; Cesaria in heav n; we are met for joys; You were not framed to be her Monument; Sleep let her ashes in the urn, contains they. All my wealth is summed When she does smile upon me, and her Character In the full glory, when she's nam'de your sister; Are you not weary of a guest deer Madam? Am I still welcome? Madam you must b Less fair, and powerful in tongue, if you Expect I should be still a Prince; and yet My ambition will be high, and glorious Enough to be received your Graces servant; For whom I should account my age no travel, To have my pilgrimage rewarded with Your fair eyes Madam, able to create Another life and spirit in old Nature. I'll attend. And mine, To dwell for ever in so fair a bosom . She is worth a world my Lord, What is that Lad es name? Her name. You speak her high, And I may guess by your description My Lord, this Lady hath another name She is your mistress. What charms are in her looks. I follow Sir. Here none can reach our voice: be free and clear. You prepare me For wonder if it be and act of Friendship To me, it will become me to reward it, Not thanks, nor pardon. Do not doubt me. You promised Sir a secret. This Language Carries both mystery and horror; pray My Lord convey your meaning to my knowledge. Would. How? The King of Naples must not Sir engage Florence to such a mockery. I do not find My heart in any disposition To break at hearing of this news, but wish it Truth to prepare rooms for another guest; The fairer Domitilla is here sainted. Must not be thus affronted Montalto, and return with this dishonour Was there no cheaper person to be made Ridiculous in Naples. No more I have considered better and although Your love may merit thanks, yet this intelligence Wonot concern my faith; this cannot be Sir. What means Montalto? 'Tis strange. Is not to be reduced yowl ay. She has a wise art to dissemble then. I am confirmde And prosper in my thoughts. My Lord, You have expression act of confidence Which I must not betray though to my lose It is some happiness to know this early; We may be expected; you shall find me Sir A Prince, but no usurper. Her eyes beget new wonder; I shall be observed. I shall attend; your Obliged us Madam. Madam another guest must take his leave , That ere would choose his palace. 'Tis thy old quarrel gainst Montalto makes Thee incredulous, I dare believe he loves Theodosia. Why the Princess May love; as great a heart has been made stoop . But 'tis not Impossible a Lady should dissemble. But love Must be obeyed, and prepossession Of hearts is a lewd thing to wrestle with I make it my own c S , and if I loved Another Lady better then the Princess, As every man's not proof against all beauty, I think I should be constant too would Be something to remove . He knows not; & I have bound my self in honour Not to betray, if they be decreed To make a marriage; a soft destiny Attend their loves. 'Tis not good to be busy In search of these unwelcome certainties; There's hope while things are clouded in suspicion. I will think on to; Mean time let this dwell in that honest silence You have possessed; there is another secret May follow. Then try your art upon him, And inform your self, I'll take My time to appear. Now shall I trust him? if my sense mistake not The dosia may not be a Virgin. Where is now the honour You talk of; durst Montalto charge her with This stain, without his conscience to assure it. What I resolve inquire not. The acknowledgments I owe your favours Madam, Late your rude guest brings me to kiss e your hand. And till occasion ripen My whole discharge for your fair entertainment, Madam, be pleased to wear these Diamonds, Which of themselves betray their want of lustre, And come with and ambition to recover Flame from your smile. Gone, and so abruptly Her business might allow her breath to thank me For my rich present; but I'll follow her; I wo'd not meet the King here; if she prove Gentle, my heart I consecrate to love. The King. Unlucky fate he has spied me. He is sent off; I hope the King is not In love with her himself. He has prevented me ̄ . Where I receive favour I shall never Want heart to acknowledge. It does but with distinction, to pay. 'Tis justice Sir. You are jealous That I visit this Lady. I can Take boldness too, and tell you Sir it were More for he ̄ r honour, she would mock no Princ I am not lost to Florence yet, though I Be Naples guest, and I must tell him here I came to meet with fair and Princely treaties Of love, not to be made the tale of Italy, The ground of Scurrile pasquils, or the mirth Of any Lady, who shall preingage Her heart to another's bosom, and then Sneak Off Like a tame despised property, When her ends are advanced. Now you are passionate; 'Tis I must be repaired; my name is wounded, And my affection betrayed; your sister That looks Like a fair star, within lov S sky Is fallen, and by the scattering of her fires Decla es she has alliance with the earth, Not heavenly nature. Not I; as she has title to your blood She merits all ambition, she is a Princess, Yet no stain to her invention, we are parallels Equal, but never made to meet. Truth is my witness I did m ane No ceremonious love, until I found Her heart was given from me, though your power Contract our bodies. Sir you cannot. How does she know that? All this must not betray my freedom Sir. I would not grieve you Sir to hear what I Could say; and press me not for your own peace; Fame's must be gently touched. I Shall displease; Yet I but tell her brother that does press me; Lucrece was chased after the rape; but where The blood consents, there needs no ravisher. Did not your Lordship tell such a story To Philoberto in my lodging . Shall I not credit my own ears? Dear Machiavill This will not do; the King shall know your stratagems. Poor shadow. Where I the King? I know not How to interpret this; I want Philoberto. The ambition of my eyes can not be thought Immodest, if they ever wish to dwell here; They have found their light again; let no misfortune Be a second cause to bury me in darkness. This does more Then satisfy. You honoured me to accept it. Madam it is not worth The mention of this gratitude; Your breath Makes the oblation rich, and me who am Encouraged by your , to present you With something of more value, then a world Of these poor empty glories; I dare give you My heart Madam. Can you be cruel to it? You are more ingenious Then not to understand that I mean love; I love you Madam, best of all your sex. How? Is it a sin for Princes to love Madam? Be clearer. Would I? What Lady? The Princess! But if Theodosia be made another's By her own gift, and I at large, with what Justice may I be thought then to address My passion hither. The King; there 'tis; I thought she was his mistress; 'Tis not possible the Princess now Can pardon my neglect; Montaltoes practice Upon me, and his poisoning of her virtue Won't excuse my shame; I dare not see Whom I have injured, Theodosia; In am resolved, this ight I'll eam e from Naples. But I have been? You cannot be so merciful; or else This sweetnefle is put on to enlarge my gilded, When we are both compared; dare you believe I can repent and be'reveng'd. Upon my self, for suffering my you To wander from this sweetness. O let me drown My blushes in this over slow of charity; But there's and act that justice calls me to, Before I can be worthy of this peace. Montalto has played the villain; now I find it, And from his treacherous heart my sword must force A bloody satisfaction for thy honour, Poisoned by him. Though I shall blush to see him, I'll wait on you. Your pardon. Sir you may trust my testimony; Alvarez Letter is now and argument of his safety, Who is yet living to increase the gilded Of false Montalto. How much you honour me; But you might spare all other entertainments And bravery of Court; they may affect My eyes with wonder, and oblige my just Acknowledgement, but all their glory's met Into one height, hold no proportion To inflame my heart, or more express my welcome Then this your free grace Madam, and those Hope's That bless my imagination from your favour. Your sister. I'll add to his Letanie.