DUKE

Letters to us? from whom? The exile? whence? A Palsy does possess me, would? Lorenzo? Our Cousin, the enemy of our life and State, My bosom Kinsman? not too loud, the Traitor May hear, and by escape prevent our justice. Signior Alonso, come you hither, What correspondency maintain you with this Castruchio? Most ingrateful man! Turn Rebel? I have worn him in my blood. I will doot. Our guard, were he more precious, had he shared Our soul, as he but borrows of our flesh This Actium makes him nothing, had I been In heaven, I could have lent him my eternity, He turn conspirator? o the fate of Princes! But stay, this paper speaks of no particular, He does not mention what design what plot Right, right, good Alonso, thar't and honst man And lovest us well, whats to be done? And at our leisure study of his punishment, Which must exceed death, every continued ̄ mon trespass Is so rewarded, first apply all tortures To enforce confession, who are his confederates,. And how they meant to murder us, then some rare Invention to execute the Traitor, So as he may be half a year a dying, Will make us famed for justice. Good morrow Cooze. Can Treason couch it self within that frame? We would letters for you. They will concern your reading, Alonso now observe and watch him Florio, Depazzi come you hither, does Lorenzo Look Like a Traitor? I sir. No blush? not tremble? read again The substance is, that you maintain A vigilant eye over Lorenzo, who Hath threatened with your death, his countries liberty And other things, touching reducing of A common wealth. I Like not that. What answer Make you to this Lorenzo? Would! Alonzo look you prove. Lorenzo what you say. It Lorenzo. None but Lorenzo. Our deer Cozen Lorenzo. No more a that I'll credit my soul with thee, shall we revel This night with Amidea? Yet a murmuring Of a Traitor? we shall sooner suspect him, That thinks Lorenzo guilty. Sciarrah, we are come to be your guest. But where's thy Sister, she must bid us welcome For this night, Let the whole world conspire to our delight. Lorenzo — Sciarrha, you exceed in entertainment, Banquet our too. Amidea must fit near us. Whose the presenter? Whats he? Why looks he back? My eyes so feasted here, I did not mark it, But I presume 'twas handsome. Good night to all, to you the best: Sciarrha bind us ever by performance. And Florence thine, once more— Brightest of Ladies. Dearest Sciarrha. Lady you know me? I was so, Till I saw thee, but I gave up that title, A conquest to thy beauty, which among Her other wonders hath created me A subject and servant, and I shall Be happier to be received yours by One of those names then Duke of Tuscany. Rise Amidea, And since you have given my power back, it will Become me to command. I see thy noble brother hath been faithful To my desires, he has prepared thee with A story of my love, which thou rewardst With too much humbleness: thou hast a quarrel, And a just one with thy Stars, that did not make thee A Princess Amidea, yet th'art greater, And born to justify unto these times A Queen of Love, Venus was but thy figure, And all her graces prophecies of thine, To make our last age best; I could dwell ever Here, and imagine I am in a Temple, To offer on this Altar of thy lip, Kisses her often. Myriads of flaming kisses with a cloud Of sighs breathed from my heart, Which by the oblation would increase his stock, To make my pay eternal. That question is propounded timely, hadst Not interrupted me, I should would lost My self upon thy lips, and quite forgotten There is a bliss beyond it, which I came for: Let others satisfy themselves to read The wonders in thy face, make proud their eye, By seeing thine, turn statues at thy voice, And think they never fix enough to hear thee. A man half dead with famine, would wish here To feed on smiles, of which the least hath power and Anchorite from his prayers, tempt Saints their bodies on, thou dost with ase aptivate Kings with every beam, and mayest Led them Like prisoners round about the world, roved of such golden chains; this were enough, Had not my Fate provided more, to make me Believe my self immortal in thy touches, Come to thy bed, transform me there to happiness; I'll laugh at all the fables of the gods, And teach our Poets after I know thee, To write the true Elizium. Why Lady, what do yond imagine I Came hither for? How? is't come to that? Your brother gave you more. Desirous of the sport, and brought me hither Ripe for your dalliance, did you not expect me? And to what other purpose? I'm of your mind. I would Your brother herd you, prithee do not wast This tedious divinity, I am Resolved to grapple with you. Would? Turned Amazon. Thou darest not kill me. Be thy own murderer? Thou canst not be so merciless, useless sin To be unchaste, I am thy Prince, I prithee Throw by that cruel weapon, let our war De soft embraces, shooting amorous smiles, Kill and restore each other with a kiss, I know thou canst not be unkind so long, Then I command thee. I'll not believe— Hold. There's so much gone From me Icoole apace; this Actium Hath shot and ague through me; Amidea, Pity thy self. Contain, I am sorry, sorry from my soul, Trust me, I do bleed inward, Amidea Can answer all thy drops: o pardon me, Thou faintest already, dost not? I am fearful, The Phoenix with her wings, when she is dying Can fan her ashes into another life: But when they breath more sweet then all the spice That helps the others funeral, returns To heaven, the world must be eternal looser: Look to thy wound. I dare not think awry, again I ask Forgiveness, in thy innocence I see My own deformity. Sciarrah I'll begin to be thy Lord, I brought intentions of dishonour to thee, And thy fair sister, but I am reconciled To virtue, and will study how to satisfy For you and Floreuce. What? How? Fear nothing. Do not envy him. With whom? Possible. Hold. Put up I say. Come, be calm: You are too passionate Sciarrha, and Mistook Lorenzo. Ye shall be friends, you shall I say. Whats to be done? How? I fear their rage: where is our Guard? Alonzo, haste afore, proclaim our pardon, And that we live to give the offenders mercy. Why are we born to greatness, mocked with State, When every tumult staggers our proud fate? Signior Depazzi. He shall be banished Two hours. Well 'tis granted, let him not trouble us. Lorenzo, are we private? I am very melancholy. Right. It were a sin. It were pity she should leave The world, till she hath taught by her example The nearest way Yet Lorenzo? Take heed. I was not Marble, we break Adamant With blood, and could I be a man, and not Be moved to see that hasty eb be of li e For my sake? Chastities great example. Lorenzo had the burning ravisher, Made this attempt on Amidea, she Would have compelled his penitence, to quench His fire with holy tears. I had a body Refined to air, or I was born up by A thousand wings: methought I could have flown And kissed the cheek of Cynthia, thence with ease Have leapt to Venus Star, but I was wounded, And the gay feathers, in whose pride I had My confidence, served now but with their weight To hasten me to earth. Would? Enjoy fair Amidea? do not tempt, Or rather mock my frailty with such a promise. Is this in nature? Do this, And I'll repent the folly of my penitence, And take thee to my soul, a nearer pledge Then blood or nature gave me: I'm renewed, I feel my natural warmth return, when, where, Is this to be expected? I grow old, While our embraces are deferred. Thou art my Prophet, Jle raise thee up and Altar. Thou makest my spirit caper in my veins. May I believe? Call me no more thy Lord, but thy companion I will not wear that honour in my title, Shall not be thine. Who's that? She is a bed. He pleads for me. With what words shall I express my joy? Florio? My friend! thou shall be near our bosom. All perfect, till this minute, I could never Boast I was happy: all this world has not A blessing to exchange, this world? 'tis Heaven; And thus I take possession of my Saint: Asleep already? 'twere great pity to Disturb her dream, yet if her soul be not Tired with the bodies weight, it must convey Into her slumbers I wait here, and thus Seal my devotion—what winter dwells Kisses. Upon this lip? twa's no warm kiss, I'll try Again—the snow is not so cold, I have Drunk ice, and feel a numbness spread through My blood at once—would? let me examine A little better; Amidea, she is dead, she is dead! What horror does invade me? help Lorenzo; Murder, where is Lorenzo? Some Traitor hid within the chamber, see My Amidea's dead. I prithee kill me: They wound him. Would wilt thou murder me, Lorenzo, villain? O spare me to consider, I would live A little longer: Treason. O spare me, I may live and pardon thee: Thy Prince begs mercy from thee, that did never Deny thee any thing; pity my poor so le, I have not prayed. No tear prevail? o whither must wander Thus Caesar fell by Brutus. I shall tell News to the world I go to, will not be Believed, Lorenzo killed me. I am coming Amidea, I am coming For thee inhumane murderer, expect My blood shall fly to heaven, and there inflamed, Hang a prodigious meteor all thy life. And when by some as bloody hand as thine Thy soul is ebbing forth, it shall descend In flaming drops upon thee: o I faint! Thou flattering world farewell: let Princes gather My dust into a glass, and learn to spend Their hour of state, that's all they have; for when Thats out, times never turns the glass again. It's and age Till night, I long to fold her in my ar mes, Prepare Sciarrha, but be very wise In the discovery, he is all touchwood.