CORNELIO

I did not think, Rufaldo, pardon me, You could have so prevailed, but if she can Plant her affection on ye, I'll not be Backward to call you son. And old men Darling, is a petty Queen Above all her desires. Rufaldo, with your patience, I would have A word or two in private, you need not Prejudicate me. Selina, thou knowest I am thy father. And you know whom you have rejected. And you know what man he is, with whom You mean to tie that knot, nothing but Death is able to undo. O Selina, Felice thy poor sister thou recalst To sad remembrance, but heaven alas Knows only where she is. Thou with thy uncle's tenderness wast kept Always ith Country, not until her lose At home with me, her fate taught me to give A liberty to thee, her I restrained Poor wench in love with Gasparo, till betwixt Obedience to a father, and the love To him, she left us both, father and friend, Now to avoid the Like affliction, I vowed thy freedom, and thou seest I do Not encounter thy affection with the bonds A father might enforce upon his child. But yet Selina, Take heed, be not too rash, I have observed You want no common judgement, Oh do not Precipitate thy self into a sorrow, Shall waste thee with repentance, let me tell you, There is a method, when your passion's young To keep it in obedience: you love Rufaldo, Art thou not young? How will the Rose agree With a dead Hyacinth? or the Honey Woodbind, Circling a withered Bryer? You can apply, can you submit your body To bed with Ice and Snow, your blood to mingle? Would you be deafed with coughing, teach your eye How to be rumaticke? Breathes he not out His body in diseases, and Like dust Falling all into pieces, as if Nature Would make him his old graven: I say too much. Oh what are all the riches of the world, To and oppressed mind? which then must be Fed with despair of change, or will gold Buy off the imprisonment? nay, will it not Compose the chains, that bind you to endure it? Well I have said enough, keep still your freedom, And lose it where you will, you shall not blame Me for your fate, nor grieve me with your shame. No more, heavens blessing and mine Light on thee, shalt have Rufaldo. Rufaldo, herd you that? she says she would not Leave you for a world of other men. As close as Cockles. 'Twere time I see we were at conference, To confirm all things for the marriage, You being agreed, I think we shall not differ In other circumstance, and 'twere sin to let That keep your joys asunder by delay: Please you weel have some treaties. I am amazed, when was she seen? What should this mean, it is a strange absence, ath' wedding day too. My heart misgives me, some fatal accident upon my life, is happened to her. Be dumb, night-raven, she's lost, she's lost, The Fates sure make conspiracy to take My Daughters from me: one I lost because I would not give her, and I have repented Full justice for it, and am I so unhappy To loose Selina too? but I'll not sleep, Until I find her either alive or dead. Rufaldo, you have interest in this sorrow, Join in the inquisition. O my Girl Selina. No sir, I had watched three nights before, and be cause I would not wink at two or three drunkards as they went reeling home at twelve a clock at night, the Devil owed me a spite. Antonio not herd of yet? I hope it's so, and yet he stays too long. Here's Gorgon: Sirrah, where have you been all this day? But sirrah, your Master Antonio's gone. Go your ways, sirrah, and either bring me news of him, or look me in the face no more, you'll find we jest not. Away sirrah. I cannot be heartily merry: well, let's leave these two without any more ceremonies, it's late, all joys be multiplied on my Son and Daughter: good night, I do comfort my self with hope of Antonio's return, and yet fears are great. Antonio slain? hapless Cornelio, My Hope's were treasured up in him, the staff And comfort of my age, and is he gone? Why, was not he thy Brother? canst thou Thou hast so little share in young Antonio, That thou darest speak of comfort? But cowards in despair prove desperate, and most unhappy. Didst not thou kill Antonio then? Stay, he'll confess. Howsoever fear of death possess him so, I see the murder in his eyes. His very hand does show a guiltiness, look how it trembles. I am Cornelio: is it with me thou wouldst? O stay awhile. Do I not dream? Babulcus, pray let us have your company, It does concern your freedom. Antonio living? Rufaldo, let us make a merry day on't, If it be true. If? I do sin against Discretion to distrust it. Oh my stars, I do acquit you all your injuries, If you possess me of Antonio. Never did man to bliss more willing go. He has God a boy by this time. Master Bubulcus. Come, Master Jenkin, I now perceive you loved my daughter, if you had acquainted me in time, I should not have been unwilling to have called you son, but since it's too late, let your wisdom check impatience: I know you are of a noble temper, howsoever passion may a little cloud your virtues, lets be all friends I pray. O, no more shooting at that but: hark, I hear the Shepherds music, and voice too, lets fit down I pray, Antonio keep thy word. Which is Antonio? Would, what means this? Who's this? Amazement: thou Antonio? he Selina? But who is this? Stay children, stay: take heed, you do not know What strength of joy my fainting age can bear: You fallen in too full showers, Like swelling Nile These comforts will exceed the narrow banks Of my poor frailty: rise, enjoy your wishes, And my blessings be multiplied upon you. Would! Rufaldo, here's Felice my lost Girl, Take her, take her, Gasparo. Selina, Art not thou Rufaldo's Wife? Nay, Rufaldo. Come, upon recollection, you must make it a bar gain: they have, it seems, bought and sold already, it's passed recovery, he shall be worthy of her. Amen, and mine: Why I am rapt beyond my self with joys. Infortunio, Fate hath effected that I begged of Heaven in many prayers for you, o my blisses. Master Jenkin, you are well met in these parts, I perceive you are early this morning, to partake the pass times of our Shepherds.