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Our ships Must needs report that loud enough. Those walls Are certainly the same, and that the City Peopled when we launched forth, and full of prayers For our success. They may have some conceit. They might salute us with one piece of ordnance. They have slept since And dreamt not of our sufferings. The gates are opened now, and we discover A woman by her veil, in mourning habit, Coming this way What prodigies are these? The soldiers hearts Are yours. In this you do not Consult your safety. You shannot need sir, The King is coming hither, Signior Fabio you dishonour your body, by straining so much Compliment. A court instrument, and so deep a base, you forget your self, have the Wars made this alteration? keep your garb and be staunch Signior, a Captain is a thing too course for your acquaintance, you wonot know Soldiers in peace. I am glad 'tis come about, what do you think now of a Musket bullet next your heart, 'tis very provocative, come b not sad, thou mayest live a day or two longer. We expect a battle every hour, & the walls to fly about Our ears, if they should be patient, we would not provision to en dure a siege, what will become of your pumps signior, your wrought shirts, and rich nightcaps, I say nothing of your wardrobe, jewels and other trinkets. What pity it is so profound a gentleman should die by gunpowder, what would you give to be saved now? For your soul let it hift, I think thou hast little care on't thy self, the e be many would give all their estate to out live these combustions. A match my life against half your land to secure you, And make and indifferent bargain presently. If I die, you have half your land by't, if you live, 'tis worthy dividing transitory Fortune's, I shall would the worst match on't. Thou art not senseless, why your venture is but land a gainst my life, which is more precious I hope than thousand acres, is this to be considered clap hands, and we will have ar ticles drawn for mutual assurances, I do not this to every man, but I hope to have good on thee hereafter; the King! Lets withdraw then, and conclude 'tis a safe bargain for you sir, if you fail, what would all your estate do you good, and then I forfeit my life, if you escape, I have but half your land. The Prince not to be found. 'Tis very strange. Perhaps this mischief, Why was it not prevented? And old Alphonso! I am glad to see His change of fortune. This fellow was made for court dispatch, And Elephant will sooner be delivered Than his head when 'tis stuffed with any business. I admire her nobleness. May it so? what think you of half your Land? Do not your acres melt apace? Justice my Lord. A deed of half his land, if he survived These war , which are now happily determined, My life was his security, which will Be merrier with the moiety of his Acres. His Land had gone to the ext heir, thats all His ghost would hardly call upon my forfeit; If I had died, his land had been discharged, But we both living must partly stakes, he has Enough for two on S. 'Tis very well.
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…