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Dear Pisano, That I could let thee nearer, into me, My heart counts this embrace a distance, yet, Let us incorporate. How's this? your words and looks Are strange, and teach me to infer I am Not welcome, that on riper counsel, you Do wish my absence. Yes. This is more wild then usual, your language I not so clear as it was wont, it carries Not the same even thread although some words May knit, the sense is scattered. What humour's this Pisano, I am yet to understand? This is and argument above the rest, Pisano is not well; for being temperate, He was not wont to flatter, and abuse His friend. What misfortune can approach Your happy love in fairest Amidea, You have been long contracted, and have passed The tedious hope, Himen, does only wait And opportunity to light his torch, Which will burn gloriousat your nuptial: Let jealous, lovers fear and feel what 'tis To languish, talk away their blood, and strength Question their unkind stars, you have game Before you sir. It is No pilgrimage to travel to her lip. How sir for me? y'ave no Suspicion, I can be guilty of A treason, to our friendship, be so just, If malice have been busy, with my fame, To let me know—— Love me, and, wish This separation? What means this language? But sir, you must not partly so. Petruchio, let me conjure thee, tell What weight hangs on thy Master's heart? why does he Appear so full of trouble? Point at the cause, I cannot. The beauteous Amidea, I know that. Would. While I have art to help thee? Oriana And I were but in treaty, howsoever, I were not worthy to be called his friend, Whom I preferred not to a Mistress, if You can find dispensation, to quit With Amidea, your first love, be confident Oriana may be won, and it were necessary You did prepare the Mother, be not modest— There is and Engine leveled at my fate, And I must arm, This for thy comfort, Although some compliments would passed between Me and Oriana, I am not warm Yet in the Mother's fancy, whose power may Assist you much, but lose no time, lets follow. Las sweet Lady, But who shall accuse me? My Lord, Do you prepare the Mother, and let m loose With Oriana. Take occasion To leave us private, this hour be Propitious, win but the Matron to you. Lose no time Take the other walk. My best Oriana. You cannot sweet, I would I knew which way. To make thee angry, yes, that I might see How well it would become thee, I do fear Thou art some Angel, and that sin would be And argument, to me, that thou Wertenberg mortal I must suspect thy too much goodness else, And leave thee for the fellowship of Saints, I am to wicked. But you will love me still, I fear. What? Your anger, And yet the tother often times may carry And evil with it, we may love to well And thats a fault Oyes: Always beware of the extremes. If you should Lady, 'twere Not nobly done. Yes, If there be cause, that may be called a virtue: For what have I to engross the affection Of any Lady, if she can discern A greater merit in some other man: Wisdom forbid, but she command her smiles, To warm and cherish him. Why not, if our reason be Convinced, that's no such fault as the world goes: Let us examine all the creatures, read The book of Nature through, and we shall find Nothing does still the same, the stars do wander And have their diverse influence, the Elements Shuffle into innumerable changes, Our constitutions vary, Herbs, and Trees Admit their Frosts and Summer: and why then Should our desires, that are so nimble, and More subtle then the spirits in our blood, Be such stayed things within us, and not share Their natural liberty, shall we admit a change In smaller of things, and not allow it in What most of all concerns us? Our Loves? Yes, I am, and therefore Proclaim thy freedom, I do love thee less, To show I love thee more. I will explain, upon maturity Of Council Oriana, I have found I am not worthy of thee, therefore come To make thee satisfaction for my sin Of loving thee, by pointing out a way, And person, will become thy affection better. What dost think Of brave Pisano, shall his merit plead Succession in thy chased thoughts? Thou canst not choose, and I could study none Worthy thy love but him. I to honour thee, His service will deserve thee at the best, And richest valve. Nay but be serious, and declare me happy That I may say, I have made thee just amends. I will thank thee. O when did Cupid aim that golden shaft But dost thou love him perfectly with a Desire, when sacred rites of marriage Are passed, to meet him in thy bed, and call him Thy husband? Now by my heart. I love thee. This act shall crown our story Oriana, Thou dost not know how much thou honorest me, For he's not in the common list of Friends, And he does love thee passed imagination Next his religion, he has placed the thought Of Oriana, he sleeps nothing else. And I shall wake him into Heaven, to say Thou hast consented to be his. Not by goodness, But if there be a charm beyond thy innocence, By that I would conjure thee Oriana, Love him and make three happy, it shall be My bliss to call you his, let me but oh wne A servant in your memory. Go cheerfully, thy Mother calls, to him Whose Orator I have been, alas poor Lady, I half repent me since she is so constant: But a friends life weighs down all other love; Beside, I thus secure my fate, Lorenzo Threatens my spring, he is my enemy. Here Cosmo ' does give up all tle to it, I have no partly in Oriana now Follow her Pisano. Trace their warm steps, Virgins resolves are weak. Leave not her eyes, until you see day break. The Duke— My Lord, we are blessed to see you safe, report Hath frighted all the City with your death: People forsake their beds, and seeking how To be informed, increase the wretched tumult. Your presence only hath the power to charm they. J would not see they. J know it is, and therefore do not Desire to witness their solemnity, should Oriana See me to day. The object J Fear would be too prodigious. I am sorry for't. O my friend, poor Oriana. Lorenzo, and Sciarrha slain? I tremble, here is a heap of Tragedies. What blood is that upon his sword? 'tis fresh. To tortures with him. Pray defer That till the morning, drag that murderer To prison: Florio, you must not expect Your liberty, till all things be exam'nd. Lorenzo, now I am above thy malice, And will make satisfaction to Oriana. 'Tis a sad night my Lords, by these you see There is no stay in proud mortality. But who killed Amidea?
Plot summary
Plot — The Traitor
PLOT Lorenzo plots against both the Duke and his political rivals. He induces Pisano to jilt his fiancée Amidea and transfer his affections to the wealthy Oriana, who loves Cosmo; this will block Cosmo’s political ascent by denying him Oriana’s money. Cosmo, motivated by male friendship, agrees to give up his girlfriend. The Duke is warned against Lorenzo, but when he publicly confronts Lorenzo with the letter of denunciation, the traitor argues plausibly that it is a malicious libel. The sexually undisciplined Duke is attracted to Amidea, and Lorenzo arranges an assignation for him, but also inflames her brother Sciarrha with a desire for revenge: the liaison is to be the occasion for the Duke’s assassination. When he comes to Sciarrha’s, the Duke is shown a moral masque rebuking royal lust, but he is so busy chatting up Amidea that he doesn’t watch the entertainment. He visits Amidea in her bedroom, but she keeps him off by threatening suicide, and he returns to his senses. Sciarrha is satisfied: he denounces Lorenzo to the Duke, but when Lorenzo is told that the assassination has taken place, with the Duke eavesdropping, the traitor disclaims all knowledge and again re-establishes his good faith. De Pazzi, Lorenzo’s ally, worries that his part in the treason will lead to his execution, and asks to be excused from further complicity; he gets his wish to leave court when the Duke banishes him. Oriana’s mother, believing Cosmo is a poor match while his enemy Lorenzo is in the ascendant, forces her to marry Pisano; but Sciarrha kills the bridegroom on the way to the ceremony, to avenge his treatment of Amidea. Having persuaded the Duke to make another attempt on Amidea’s chastity, Lorenzo tries to enlist Sciarrha’s help by promising a pardon for Pisano’s murder. Sciarrha makes the proposition, but when Amidea consents to save his life, he saves her honour by killing her. Meanwhile Lorenzo recruits a new accomplice in Petruccio, and practises stabbing the Duke’s portrait. The Duke’s assignation with Amidea goes ahead, but he finds himself in bed with her corpse. Lorenzo and Petruccio assassinate him, but Lorenzo is killed by Sciarrha, who dies himself in the fight. Cosmo, the next in blood, becomes Duke.