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Though Naples do not bid you welcome sir A shore, the joys and duties of your Subject's Cannot be silent. As they had Scorned your alliance. They are not worthy sir, Had his sword reached my heart, my death had been No sin compared to that affront he threw, Upon your self and Daughter, I was bound To engage that blood was given me to serve you, And I do love those drops that in a cause So just made haste to show their duty to you Better than those that dwell within my heart. Be not troubled sir, My soul does from this omen prophesy The victory you wish upon this kingdom, Nor is it superstition to believe That heaven does point us out the scourge to Naples, By seconding our coming with a tempest; The waves were proud to entertain our Navy: The fish in amorous courtship-dane'd about Our ship, and no rude gale from any coast Was sent to hang upon our linen wings, To interrupt our wishes, not a star Muffled his brightness in a sullen cloud, Till we arrived, and to en observe how heaven Threatens the fallen of this proud enemy, By this prodigious tempest, which but gives Them warning of a greater. And excellent creature! and you be cruel Lady to that man, That offers you his heart? I have done, Vittori then must die. I shall sir. Lady you think not what I am, how near The bosom of a King. Come I see You must be courted otherwise, with Actium. And if you will not be so civil. To change one kindness for another, I Have skill to prompt you thus. Tush this is nothing, I have been too tame, And howsoever you wittily compose Your countenance, you cannot choose but laugh at me, That I have been so modest all this while; Come, I have another inside, and do know You are a woman, and should know your self And to what end we love you, what are you The worse by private favours to a gentleman, That have at home been sued too, with petitions And great ones of both sexes, to accept Wives, Daughters, any thing, and think themselves Honoured to take the first fruits, I could have The virgins of whole families entailed Upon me, and be brought as duly to My bed, as they grow ripe, and fit for coupling, As men whose'lands are mortgaged would observe Their covenants and the day. So peremptory Lady? take your course, The time may come you will repent this forcivenes. Exit. Enter Fabrichio. Whither in haste Fabrichio? Thou art almost out of breath, what news I prithee? You ask for the Princess, will they please my Lady. Will it spread joy no farther? Strange, you may impart it then. Whither? And hast thou don't? Art sure the Prince? This service will be grateful, I'll acquaint The King, return the Ladies to expect him. And make it good, away, this makes thee happy, The King shall know it instantly, thei'r here, I'll give you scope. Fabrichio is confident heel come. When you have Him in possession, you may throw off Vittori, one whose honesty I fear, Under your princely favour, you have built Too much, but heaven has sent the young Prince hither To disengage your trust, he that dares prove A rebel to his Country, dares be guilty Of any other treason. Keep her still to wait Upon the Princess, and expect the first Opportunity for your kingdom, Naples will Attend your leisure then, and court your mercy. Loose no time. ome hither sirrah. The very same sir. With whom? Neglect him. One from the King of Naples. Sir, if I were worthy To advice you, let your passion cool, you but Provoke their fury to your Daughter, by threatening the prince. Own me your servant sir, I beg your pardon. We owe this happiness To you fair Princess, for whose safer passagê The breath of heaven did gently swell our sails, The waves were proud to bear so rich a lading, And danced toth' music of the winds. The loudness of our canon, let their fears Apply it, and run mad with apprehension. Let em crack their ribs, We have the more necessity to tug for't. Shall I not trespass madam Beyond your mercy, by this bold Intrusion? Your grace honours me, but to you lady I am directed. It speaks the flame of our revenge.
Plot summary
Plot — The Young Admiral
Cesario has provoked a war between Sicily and Naples by wounding the King of Sicily’s favourite, Horatio, and by refusing to marry his daughter, Rosinda; he is more interested in Cassandra, the girlfriend of the Neapolitan Admiral Vittori. He pesters her unsuccessfully while Vittori is away fighting the war, then has Vittori’s father Alphonso imprisoned. When Vittori returns in triumph, he finds the city gates shut against him on Cesario’s orders. Offered a reward by the King, Cesario’s father, Vittori asks for Alphonso’s freedom; the King agrees only on condition that Vittori and Cassandra go into exile. The banished pair are shipwrecked on the Neapolitan coast and fall into the hands of the regrouped Sicilian army. Cassandra is taken into Rosinda’s custody and Vittori offered a choice: if he agrees to lead the army against Naples, Cassandra’s life will be spared. Torn between love and honour, he chooses love. He goes to Naples, disguised as a herald, and tries to persuade the King to surrender; but Cesario complicates his dilemma by sending back the message that Alphonso will be executed if Vittori fights. The threat is a bluff: after the message is sent, Alphonso is appointed to command the Neapolitan army against his son. Rosinda is with the invasion forces because, despite everything, she loves Cesario. Cassandra writes to him to set up an assignation, intending that Rosinda should go in her place. Cesario agrees to come into the Sicilian camp for the meeting, but the plan is overheard by Horatio, who tells the King. Cesario is arrested on arrival and held as a hostage. Vittori assumes that Cassandra was two-timing him, and decides to fight and save Alphonso. Rosinda corrects his misapprehension, and they go in disguise to Naples, where she offers herself as a reciprocal hostage: now Sicily cannot harm Cesario without Naples harming Rosinda, and vice versa. The war ends with a marriage treaty: Cesario accepts Rosinda and apologises for wounding Horatio. In the sub-plot, Pazzorello is afraid of battle, and accepts Didimo’s offer of magical protection against injury. He meets with a witch—actually Rosinda’s waiting-woman in disguise—and, after he has handed over all his money, he is blindfolded for the magical ceremony. Didimo assaults him, telling him that each blow adds to his invulnerability. With his courage reinforced, he picks a fight with a soldier, and comes off worst—because, Didimo explains, the weapons used against him were not included in…