ROSINDA

And you have Been kind to the petition of your daughter, Who can in duty wait upon your fortune At home, I should have withered in your absence, I shall grow valiant here. How now Pazzorello? Yowl play the wag with him, we'll trust you to pursue it Flaviam does not the day look black o'th sudden, Fear not for me sir, Your absence would present my imagination With more affliction, I suffer less In knowledge and shall rise by brave examples, Valiant above my sex, these horrors fright Not me. We should have forfeited Humanity, not to have releev worser you In such distress. I must confess you ask a place of honour, but of danger. But did the Prince affect thee so Cassandra? But did thy heart allow him no affection? Thou Wertenberg much unkind. Would I could hope so too; Thou hast deserved my confidence, and although Thou canst not help me, I must tell thee all, I love that Prince, loved when I first saw him, And when he courted me, I thought it necessary To show I had a soft heart, but he flattered And took too soon occasion of his absence, The wounds he left upon Horatio Were not so deep as mine, which howsoever I have disguised yet from my father's eye, Can find no cure without his surgery That left them in my bosom, to this end I urged my father to this war, and begged With many prayers to witness his revenge . We shall find death or ransom, the first would Conclude my sufferings, th'other not much harm us, Perhaps advance my ends, but if the victory Should crown our army, I should interpose To make conditions for the Prince, fate must Decide one of these ways. I know not whither To pray for victory, or to be conquered, For till the wars conclude, I must despair To see whom my desires pursue. When? Prithee do not Mock me sweet friend. With what? Thou Wertenberg create to make Me blessed, but with what safety can he reach Thus far and not be known. There is a Captain. Fabrichio. I'll call thee sister. I have something of more consequence to finish, But I may be at the end of your mirth. Not a syllable Of me. 'Tis done then, bid him follow us. This service shall be otherwise rewarded, I'll trust your secrecy, he will be a fit man to engage, beside ti His desire. Wait upon This gentleman Pazzorello, he Will use you nobly for my sake. It cannot come Too swiftly, that brings so much happiness. But 'tis and argument of much love to thee, That can at such a time invite him hither. Sir hear me. Away, your mirth displeases. Let the boy begun. Do not tempt my anger. O Flaviam I am undone. Though I be innocent, I want the courage To tell the Prince Cesario, I love, Were I allowed access, he must imagine Me guilty of his dishonour, nor can I Be happy while he thinks himself so miserable, Art thou so wise to counsel me? Vittori. For what? How? I do find his jealousy, Alas poor gentleman! but I hope You do not mean so desperately. Shall I obtain A small request from you. 'Tis this. No suspicion. This minute weel begin it, and I'll promise Something beside that you will thank me for, But things are not yet ripe, will you do me This honour. When you know, You will allow my reasons. Sir, you may justly wonder that a woman, A stranger, and and enemy, although My sex present you with no fears, should thus Adventure to your presence, had I doubted My self first, since suspicion of another's Defect, oath rise from our own want of goodness, I had not used this boldness, but safe here And armed with innocence, I gave up my freedom, And dare not feed one jealousy, my honour Can suffer with a king. Your son great sir. He does live my Lord. But lives a prisoner To his enemy, the King of Cicily, Who wished no greater triumph, then to boast His person Captive, how he means to deal with him, May admit some fear, Kings that prescribe to others In peace, have great prerogatives, but in war Allow no Laws, above what anger dictates To their revenge, which blood does often satisfy. I conclude not, But yet 'tis worth some fear, when he that was The root of all this war, stands at their mercy That could not wish his safety, and their own Together, I have told you sir the worst. Your son Shall live, and bless your age, to see him live, If you will be so kind to allow your self But eyes to witness it. Gather your spirits. Assurance sir, if you but please To entertain it, I came hither on No empty motive, but to offer you A pledge for young Cesario. A pledge of as full valve to the owner, As your sons life to you. Receive me then your prisoner, and you make your bal lance even, Loose not your thought in wonder, when you know The price of what I have presented you; Your reason shanot think him undervalved, I am Rosinda, Daughter to that King, Whose Soldiers threaten Naples, equally As precious to my Father, and a Kingdom And to your power, thus I expose my self, If young Cesario meet unkind conditions, 'Ith same proportion let Rosinda suffer, Erect a Scaffold quickly over the walls, And fright their jealous eyes, when they behold Who is prepared for death, to equal their Revenge upon Cesario, whom thei'le threaten To make you stoop, but loose no partly of honour, As you are a King, their trembling hangman Shall think himself mocked, and let fallen his sword, Or both our heads take their farewell together. You are slow to ask The cause that hath engaged me to all this, And yet you cannot choose but read it plainly, In my guilty blushes, I do love the Prince Perhaps 'tis more then he imagines, and Since I first saw him in my Father's court, Without dishonour, I dare justify My heart was his, and to this love you owe The sorrow of his absence, for Cssaandra That noble Lady, to whose breast I gave My secretest thought, for my sake by a letter In her own name, by tie of former love To her, engaged his meeting at my tent, Whither no sooner privately arrived, But by a vilaine that deceive our trust, My Father was brought in, and he made prisoner, You have the story, and my resolution To be companion of his fate. Cassandra is innocent, and but framed that letter To bring us two acquainted, the earth has not A purer chastity. He hath deserved his welcome for my sake. First with and humbleness Thus low, I beg your pardon, and beseech You would interpret no defect of duty, That I forsook my tent, and your protection There is another, stronger tie than nature's Love, whose impulsion you have felt, or I Had never been your daughter, moved my flight Love of that excellent prince, whom in your power I had no way to gain but by this lose. And if you had been cruel to Cesario, I should have gloried under these to suffer. It appears to me A pleasant change of air, I have herd men talk Of many horrors that attend the seas Of tempests, and of dangers, I have seen Nothing to fright me, if the waves put on No other shape, I could exchange me thinks My dwelling on the land. You show Your compliment my Lord, call you this Naples? We must take our Fortune's, I am sorry For thee He's come in good time to relieve our thoughts. The worst is passed; this is but physic. There is no way by land. From the sea it grows loud. I have rather cause Sir to rejoice, it overtook us not Upon the sea, the fury of it there Might have been fatal. Pity the gentlewoman. My Lord you're welcome. Pazzor llo. To me? yare Like to prosper in't. This he that was seasick? I see your spirit, and must cherish it; isle speak to my Lord; you may have your desire, but be not seen in't for your honour. I petition too For her desires. I obey. No thou hast not, Dost think he loves thee still? For what? I have no fears of thee? Flaviam? You must keep watch to night. We are betrayed, my father. To me Vittori, for Cassandra is sake I must deny you nothing. Pray be plain. If you be weary of your life, you'll meet it, For there is danger in't. Come let us tell some stories, to pass over The tedious hours. He is returned.