CESARIO

I am thinking, Alberto, Of many things, have I not cause? But of all What dost imagine most afflicts me? isle Prevent thy answer, I am not troubled With the present threatenings of the Enemy, With all his preparations to invade us. The wars consume Vittori, He has been too fortunate. Be thou And all thy name lost, and may no age Find it again: how dare you interrupt us? When we do want your Council, wel'e call for you. My Julio welcome, What speaks Cassandra yet? I was too rude at my last visit. Have I for this drawn war upon my country, Neglected Sicilies Daughter, left a stain Upon his Court, and paid his Entertainment With wounding one he loved? I acquit the King, It no state quarrel, high with wine he did Throw some disgrace on our Italian Ladies, While he would magnify some beauty's there, This he did second with a pride, and rudeness, My patience was not tame enough to suffer, And careless of all danger I did punish him. I must owe to fortune. I confess the princess used me nobly, though my fancy Was not surprised, for here I kept the image Of fair Cassandra, whose divine beauty Does scorn all competition. Yes but with too much silence, and that love Did make me apprehend more fiercely the Occasion to break off all foreign treaty, Horatio is fallen, and my quitting the Country, Vpon't the king interprets a disgrace To his daughter and himself, and in revenge Hath added this new tempest to the Sea, Meant to our ruin Julio. That's all my trouble. Vittory ther's the devil on't, he may Be fortunate and overcome. Ill? thou art shallow, I Made him not Admiral, but to engage His youth and spirit, apt to fly on dangers, To perish in his hight pursuit of honour, If he come home with victory, my Father And his wise state must give him thanks, the people Giddily run, to meet the Conqueror, And owe their lives, and safety to his triumph. But where am I? what peace brings it to me? What blessing i'st to hear the general voice Shoot their wild joys to heaven, and I in torment Certain to loose my Hope's in fair Cassandra? It would be Most happiness to hear his death. Ruin twenty more, So I enjoy her first, nothing can be Too precious to forfeit, I am mad, And my desires by opposition grow More violent. No he sha'not, I would found my self again, come isle be merry, But I will have Cassandra spite of fate? Stay, it were convenient We did know how to do this Julio. Thou knowest his Father. A bold and daring Gentleman, all flame When he is moved, and careless of a danger To vindicate his honour. He shall bear the foundation of a plot, To make me Lord of my desires. Thou art no Politician Julio. Enter Fabio. How now? what news with you? Whats your business? To'th point. This Courtier loves To hear himself talk, be not so impertinent, We know your care. Would you would vouchsafe To let us hear? I do command thee silence, dost hear, silence, What of him, is he slain? Be dumb. Another syllable, le would thy tongue out, And leave no root, lest there grow out another, Was all your circumstance for this? Begun, pox o'your legs And the curse ha'not been before, yet stay, Give order that no man go forth to meet him Until our pleasure further known, command The Governor oath City place a guard About the gates, let no men face appear Without the walls, the King our father means To salute him first in person, dee stand. He shall be entertained, I feel new armies in my breast, His father Enter Alphonso. Thine care Julio. O my good Lord, your son I hear's returned With honour, has defeated the Sicilian Bravely. He had good soldiers, But all their valour still conspires to make The general a garland, he must wear The conquering bays, whose blood soever pay's for't. Nay, nay I envy not his victory. Right, and 'tis the cause That often prospers, that without his valour Would would defen ed it self. You had best Tell me I lie. You're a traitor, Enter Julio with a Guard. Lay hands on him. Disarm the rebel, and to prison with him. I'll tame your ruffian spirit. So, so, isle now acquaint my father Julio, Who must allow my act, diseases that Are desperate require a rugged handling, This is for thee Cassandra! Sirrah did not I give strict charge That none should pass the gates, how came she hither? You wood be and officious hangman I perceive, I'll find you understanding. Vittori isle not flatter I have no grace for him, whose father durst Attempt and insolence upon my person, Which the son may be guilty of in his blood. I came not to expostulate. Your valour has Been paid in the success, what you have done Was duty, if you have not mixed our cause With private and particular revenge. Yes to you, We do not fear the bugbears in your forehead, You will hear more. Done, you're undone all, Betrayed the Crown you wear, I see it tremble Upon your head, give such a licence to A Rebel, trust him abroad to gather Strength to the Kingdoms ruin. He carries with him a whole army sir The peoples love, who want no giddiness Had they but opportunity, and such A master Rebel as Vittori, to Make spoil of all, who counseled him to this. You wish it sir, are wishes now The remedy for such a mischief, you When the state bleeds, will wish it well again; You're fine court Surgeons, had you stayed his Father It might have checked his treason, or Cassandra. We had been secure, Exasperated now with his affront, As never traitor wanted impudence To blanch over his rebellion, he may inflame The Neighbour Princes, to conspire some war For his revenge. What deserved he? I must acknowledge, Vittori has deserved for many services, The love and honour of his country, fought Their battles, and brought conquest home, made tame The Seas that threatened us, secured the Land, And Room allowed some Consuls for less Victories, Triumphs, and Statues. But when opinion. Of their own merit swells em into pride, Which sets a price of that, which modesty Should count and act of their obedience, They forfeit the reward of thanks and honour, And betray poor and most vainglorious souls, Scipio, and Antony, and other Romans, Deserved well of the Senate, and were honoured, But when they ran to faction, and pursued Ambitious ends to undo their Countries peace, They were no longer Patriots, but declared Rome's poison, and Like gangrenes on the state To be cut off, lest they corrupt the body. I do not sir accuse him, nor did I More then became the spirit of a Prince, Show I was sensible of his Father's impudence, If you remember, when I urged what trespass His Father had committed, he urged aloud, Was this all his reward, as if his service Were obligation to make us suffer, And justify their affronts, but I waste breath Since you are so well pleased, my duty sir Shall speak me still your Son, but let me take Boldness to prophesy their insolence Struck at my person first, but you will find Their pride reach higher, I am but a branch Superfluous, and may be prund away, You have you say no argument to suspect His fallen from Loyalty, if whats done to me Be dead within you, yet remember now You have disengaged by exile his relation And tie of subject, he owes now no faith to you, What that, and his disgrace and opportunity Abroad may frame him to, I leave, to imagine. You shanot needs. Your pardon, In hope your wisdom would allow it, after I have made that my act, Julio is gone With strict commission for that purpose. I shall Compose my self at his return, to wear What countenance you will direct. By any means, she is So precious to Vittori, had she sinned Alone to merit banishment, he would follow her Through all the world. Where is he? He does not scorn our mercy; Julio, Where is Cassandra? Whirl, winds pursue em. By what means escaped they? To the Castle with him. You'll hear him. I must endure. What hasty news with you. Dee but suspect it vilaine? Has not Vittori mocked us, And played the vilaine with your trust. Gather up forces to Prevent the landing. All the diseases Naples ever groaned with Over take Vittori, but Alphonso shall Pay dee ely for this mischief. Canst thou think I do look pale for this no Julio, Although the sudden news might move me somewhat I have a heart above all fear, and can Know no distraction but Cassandra is absence, That makes me look so wild, and tears my brain With the imagination. Ah Julio, the armies which I fear Are not abroad, they have made entrenchment here. To betray us. Your fear will make us cowards. Weel expect more Advantage first, they have inisht their redoubt, Is our river guarded with a sconce? Keep prudent watches Julio, Something ith evening may be attempted, Death is the worst, and better fallen with honour Then owe our life to fears, I would Cassandra Were in their Camp, o Julio. Admit him. Whats the compliment now. Mercy! This fellow's sent to mock us in my heart I repent all the tie of arms and nations. That gives such saucy freedom to a Herald. What more? How dares Scicily trust him? This, this v xation I did expect, but we must not be frighted, Tell your insulting master, he shall find Men that both dare, and can resist this fury; Conditions we despise, nor let him magnify His purchase in that rebel, every soldier With us hath equal courage to Vittori, But a soul far more honest. So sir, This, war shall justify upon his heart. Herald. Return this to that Giant of your war, Vittori, in his absence, we shall find A punishment for his treason, and to cool His hight veins, say the first attempt he makes Against us, shall as valiantly be answered With his father's head. By thy Master's soul It shall, and this is all our answer, see Him safe without the walls. What doom? you talk as you were destined To some black execution, I have Been too unkind already, and must ask Your gentle pardon fort, by goodness self I mock not, I bring life Alphonso to thee, And but prepared by Julio, thy heart With sorrow, to meet honour with more taste. Th'art a brave man, and canst not be provoked I see to wound thy honest fame, so just To virtue, that thou darest prefer her cause To thy own life, and rather violate The laws of nature to thy son, then leave Exit Julio. The privilege of honour undefenc'd, Thus we embrace thee, do not kneel Alphonso Unless You'll bring us lower, thus as a friend We circle thee, and next as a Soldier Able in spite of age, and active still We give these arms, this sword, the best in all, My Father's armoury, and used to conquest, Take from thy Prince, and fight, fight for thy Country, And purchase new wreathes to thy honoured brows, Before the old be withered, I do see thee Already mounted as a challenger, The proud steed taking fire and mettle from the rider, all bedewed with his white foam, Flying to meet thy son, whose (once fair) plume Is stained with blood of his own countrymen. What? Dares fight against a Traitor, for his Country? Be valiant; And breath defiance against one. To me? admit him, Mean time you may consider, Is it with us, Captain. Would? from Cassandra? Julio, Thy bosom is my own? Captain a word. That art a fool. Not on this, be coward then for ever. Perfectly, beside she has confirmed me by this Ring, Vittori gave it her, I know't and wooed her Once to exchange. I would run through flames to meet her, use no arguments, I can be at the worst a prisoner, And shall be ransomed, keep you council sir, Captain—the word?—Enough, Kiss her white hand, and say, I come this night, wait on him to the gates, Let his return be safe, Alphonso how Stands your resolve? dare you be Naples Champion Against the enemy proposed? I cannot promise that? Addition To your own fame, to have cut off a Rebel. Nay if you be so scrupulous, I looked you have thanked me, and have run too to. Whose that? 'Tis some perdue. Rosinda. Thy Lady, pre he show me the way to her tent. Heres gold prithee make haste. His Name. The same, withal my heart, heres more gold. For this embrace, I dare again neglect my life—villains Am I betrayed? false woman. Away, Never was such a black and fatal hour, As that when I first saw thy cozening face. Strumpet hence. Vittori, would, would, would! Vittori I see trouble in thy face, Perhaps 'tis wonder, upon what invitation I am a guest here. You are no stranger to the plot, it seem ̄ es, Base villain to betray thy Prince. Juggling! Can he that dares take arms against his Country, Make conscience to betray a partly of it, His Prince, degenerate rebel! Yes that piece Of frailty, rather impudence, by the witchcraft Of her letter tempted me thus far, a curse Upon her lust. What of me? How he breaks out at forehead, this is some Revenge yet. Can those deceiving eyes look still upon me? Is not thy soul ashamed, have I for thee Neglected my own Fortune and my Father, All the delights that wait upon a Kingdom, For thy sake drawn this war upon my Country, And done such things, I did forget I was A Prince i'th acting, and is all my love Rewarded thus, no devil to betray me But she to whom I durst have given my soul, Degenerate woman. Did not The magic of your letter bring me hither? It worse, and shows more black for thy intention Hast thou a Conscience? and canst deny Thou didst not mean this treachery. What could induce thee then? Would? pardon my rashness and my error, Do I hear thee pronounce, it love sent for me, What streams of joy run through me, I am free, Have suffered nothing, nothing worthy of So rich a satisfaction, I forget Naples with as much ease as I can kiss thee, Have you no more vexation? O my stars I Your influence is too merciful. You are in Paradoxes Lady, it love, & it was not Would? My head? How ill this violence sits upon a King— Alphonso. Every praise Thou joust her makes me see my own deformity, Madam you first awaked me. Thy pardon deer Cassandra, When I have leave, I'll ask Vittori is too, And all the world's. They were not men else. No more, there's virtue in that excellent Princess To stock two Kingdoms, pardon fair Rosinda, Thou hast made me fit to know thee, taught by thy Obedience, I return a son to Naples Thus, but desire no life without possession Of that religious treasure, as you're kings— Horatio we are friends too. I cannot ask forgiveness oft enough For injuries to thee noble Vittori, Alphonso and Cassandra. He must confirm his act. Are too much sir, impertinent, Go to, yare well. Never was music of so many parts, As friends to Naples now, we all jovne hearts. Vittori Is That traitor whose offence, whom dost become More nobly to chastise then his own Father, Which title if you should forget to encourage you, Think whose defence you undertake, for Whom You punish, and what consequence of fame Waits on this pious Actium. You are afraid Of him belike, 'tis such a kill-cowe gentleman, But I court you to nothing, you may think on to, Yare, now no more a prisoner ulio. Love be propitious still, and guide my steps, Thou hast engaged me thus far.