OCTAVIO

Is it not Becoming the discretion of a young ourtier to observe times and methods; and when Madam Are you for this ma changed? You wood not Be sad at heart, to sleep with such a bedfellow As the Duke is? Provided Matrimony were not far of; y to without it There are some Ladies, would excuse their modesty, And meet and think their fate at all adventures, If no worse man would make their husband of The honourable order of the nightcap. I am young; Yet when I am ripe to grapple with a maidenhead, The Lord Montalto the great Court Patron Will help me to a wife. And so I am Madam, if you knew all; I have many obligations to his honour, But there is one writ here, whose memory Will keep my soul awake. My good Lord. Sir, Your love, and knowledge of my father will Deserve you should be welcome to his son. You knew why he left Naples? Why should truth Faint at the name of greatness? this Colossus Montalto is but mortal sure; time has Forgotten to use his wings, or nature is Unwilling I should grow to write full man, To take rev nge upon that politician, Our Protean favourite. There's some magic in it. My Lord Andrugios knowledge of you Sir Is my assurance of your faith. You have Supplied my fathel in your care of me. I live? why I am this great Lords favourite, Courted, his creatures are my honours Companion to his pleasures. The King himself for his sake gracing me With title of his bedchamber. How ever I have art To keep my breast close, and accept his flatteries, Can compliment, and with officious bend Thank his high favours, wear a face of mirth And prattle with the Ladies as if all The business I came into the world for, Were but to talk and dance, and go a feasting. My Lord you have begun a favour by The acquaintance of this Gentleman; I will Hope to salute him often by your means; You shall not meet a heart more prompt to bid You welcome Sir. Come my Lord. That Court Confine such beauty to a Country house Live among Hinds, and thick skind fellows that Make faces, and will hop a furlong back To find the tother leg they threw away To show their reverence; with things that squat When they should make a curtsy; to Court Madam, And live not thus for shame, the second partly Of a found Anchorite; we can distinguish Of beauty there, and wonder without spectacles, Write Volumes of your praise, and tell the world How envious diamonds, cause they could not Reach to the lust re of your eyes dissolved To angry tears; the Roses droop, and gathering Their leaves together, seem to chide their blushes That they must yield your cheek the victory: The Lilies when they are censured for comparing With your more clear and native purity Want white to do their penance in. There will be no end Madam of your praises. I cannot with the wings of duty Fly swift enough to prostrate my obedience And welcome from a long supposed death, My honoured father. But my joys are wild, And will I fear, transport me. Welcome to Court; why so; this sphere become S you, Or rather it takes ornament from you; Now Domitilla shines indeed; your presence Does throw new beams about the Palace Madam; Before we looked as we had lost our genius. I made this hast to tender my own service. Yes Madam. And I'll not wander much about; shall I Be admitted a young lover? This Law was never decreed i'th Parliament Of Cupid; such a Statute would undo Many sweet Virgins Like your self; yet if You'll promise to stay for me, I shall think it A happy expectation; we are both Young; we may choose each other Valentine And couple, as we grow more ripe hereafter. I dare not think so ambitiously. Can he be less, whom you will make happy To boast in the possession of your fair Person, a thousand provinces; those eyes Are able to create another Indies; All the delights that dwell in blessed Tempe Divinely bud and blossom in your cheek; The treasure of Arabia's in your breath; Nor Thebes alone, as to Amphions Lute Stoops to the heavenly magic of your voice, But all the world. You are merciful. Your graces Servant; he looks displeased. Your servant Lords. His face showed discontent nt. You have done well it much Concerns my Lord; his and all our fate Depends upon't; continue still your care And circumsp ction, and while I am within Let none be admitted. It were a vain breath to desire it Sir; Your thoughts are still so conscious of virtue, They will prevent petition. They are gone upon the first News of my Lords they vanished Sir. The King is just, and 'tis within your silence To make Montalto nothing. The King's very pleasant With Domitilla. Madam your innocence does raise in me, Though young, a willing champion, and with My safe obedience to the King, I dare, Armed with the witness of her cause, defy The greatest soldier in the world. Sir, in a noble cause, if you to whom In the first place truth flies as to and Altar, Wave her religious defence I dare die for her. You will grace My first act Sir, and get me same by suffering For so much sweetness. Let Domitilla make Octavio So blessed. Now you make Octavio happy. And mean so; but my soul cannot be bribed So easily to prostrate my own justice And leave my father's ashes unrevenged Which in my ear groan from beneath the Marble To keep my thoughts awake. I kiss your fair hand Madam Domitilla; The King and Duke and all the jolly hunter's With appetites as fierce as their own hounds, Will be here presently. But I would fit and feast and feed mine eyes With Domitillaes beauty. Fie what a ignorance you live in, Not to be perfect in a great Lords name; There are few Ladies live with us but know The very Pages; leave this darkness Madam And shine in your own sphere, where every star Hath his endue adoration. Is't possible. You're the wiser. If I Might have my choice, I would live with you Madam A neighbour to this innocence; your mother. The king is come already. I shall wait sometime, and kiss your hand. Has not the court transformed her. Upon my lise Sir, Philoberto can demonstrate these.