HIPPOLITO

Still sighing over death's vizard. In silk and silver brother: never braver. It may prove happiness? Give me your hearing then, You know my place at Court. Faith I have been shooud at, but it still my hap To hold by'th Duchess skirt, you guess at that, Whom such a Coat keeps up can never fallen flat, But to the purpose. Last evening predecessor unto this, The Dukes son warily inquired for me, Whose pleasure I attended: he began, By policy to open and unhusk me About the time and common rumour: But I had so much wit to keep my thoughts Up in their built houses, yet afforded him And idle satisfaction without danger, But the whole aim, and scope of his intent Ended in this, conjuring me in private, To seek some strange digested fellow forth: Of ill-contented nature, either disgracest In formertimes, or by new grooms displacst, Since his Stepmothers nuptials, such a blood A man that were for evil only good; To give you the true word some base coined Pander? Brother y'aue truly spoke him? He knows not you, but I'll swear you know him. And isle prefer you brother. And Sister. Faith Mother, 'Tis whispered there the Duchess youngest son Has played a Rape on Lord Antonios wife. That he do's Madam. I will. As if another man had been sent whole Into the world, and none wist how he came. Nay brother you reach out a'th Verge now,—Sfoot the Dukes son, settle your looks. My Lord— My Lord after long search, wary inquiries And politic siftings, I made choice of yond fellow, Whom I guess rare for many deep employments; This our age swims within him: and if Time Had so much hair, I should take him for Time, He is so near kin to this present minute? Your plenteons honour—and exlent fellow my Lord. The blush of many Women, whose chased presence, Would ene call shame up to their cheeks, And make pale wanton sinners have good colours.— My Lord since you enuite us to your sorrows, Lets truly tast'em, that with equal comfort, As to our selves we may relieve your wrongs, We have grief too, that yet walks without Tonge, Curaeleues l quuntur, Maiores stupent. A wondrous Lady; of rare fire compact, Sh'as made her name and Empress by that act, Nay then step forth thou Bribelesse officer; I bind you all in steel to bind you surely, Her let your oaths meet, to be kept and paid, Which else will stick Like rust, and shame the blade, Strengthen my vow, that if at the next sitting, Judgement speak all in gold, and spare the blood Of such a serpent, even before their seats, To let his soul out, which long since was found, Guilty in heaven. It pity? The ruins of so fair a Monument, Should not be dipped in the defacers blood, Knave in your face my Lord, behind your back. True my Lord, We shall find season once I hope;—Oh villain! To make such and unnatural slave of me;—but— And now shall I have free leave to depart. Are not my thoughts true? I must remove; but brother you may stay, Heart, we are both made Bawds a newfound way? Brother how goes the world? I would know news of you But I have news to tell you. Pray believe it, he and the Duchess, By night meet in their linen, they have been seen By stair-foot panders! Monstrous Luxur? You flow well brother? I am of that belief too. Damned villain. Good, happy, swift, there's gunpowder ith Court, Wild fire at midnight, in this heedless fury He may show violence to cross himself, I'll follow the Event. You little dreamed his Father slept here. Why what's the matter brother? Prithee tell me, Why may not I partake with you? you vowed once To give me share to every tragic thought. 'Twill i'faith, most dreadfully digested, I see not how you could have missed me brother. I, but where's that Lady now? Troth I wonder what Lady it should be? Yet 'tis no wonder, now I think again, To have a Lady stoop to a Duke, that stoops unto his men, 'Tis common to be common, through the world: And there's more private common shadowing vices, Then those who are known both by their names and princes 'Tis partly of my allegiance to stand bore, To the Dukes Concubine,—and here she comes. Why brother, brother. Brother y'aue spoke that right, Is this the form that living shone so bright? Faith and in clothes too we, give us our endue. Brother I do applaud thy constant vengeance, The quaintness of thy malice above thought. You have my voice in that; hark, the Duke's come. That I will. Yes my good Lord, treason, treason, treason. I think but few. And let this comfort thee: our Lord and Father Fell sick upon the infection of thy frowns, And died in sadness; be that thy hope of life. Once ere they die it's quit. Whist, brother, music's at our ear, they come. Thanks to loud Music. My Lord: Has your good Lordship ought to command me in? How's this? come and leave us? Your honour—I stand ready for any duteous employment. A pretty Lordly humour: He bids me to be present, to depart; something has stung his honour? With me my Lord? Ime angry with my self fort. I chosen him for the best my Lord, 'Tis much my sorrow, if neglect in him, breed discontent in you. Fie my Lord. Alack, Ime sorry; ssoote joust upon the stroke, Jars in my brother, 'twill be villainous Music. Much to blame i'faith. Who I, yes my good Lord, I have a brother Faith to curse Fates, Who, as he thinks, ordained him to be poor, Keeps at home full of want and discontent. It is so my Lord, he will attend your honour, But he's a man, in whom much melancholy dwells. With willingness and speed, Whom he cast off een now, must now succeed, Brother disguise must off, In thine own shape now, isle prefer thee to him: How strangely does himself work to undo him. So, so, all's as it should be, you're your self. He that did lately, in disguise reject thee; Shall now thou art thy self, as much respect thee. Nay you must pardon me in that, I know not: Has some employment for you: but what 'tis He and his Secretary the Devil knows best. Faith Brother he himself shows the way. You fetch about well, but lets talk in present, How will you appear in fashion different, As well as in apparel, to make all things possible: If you be but once trip, we fallen for ever. It is not the least policy to be doubtful, You must change tongue:—familiar was your first. Then 'tis as I meant, I gave you out at first in discontent. Sfoot here he comes: hast thought vppont. Your Lordship. 'Tis Vindici, my discontented Brother, Whom, cording to your will l'aue brought to Court. Brother, Lord Lussurioso the Duke son. It seems most strange to me, Yet all the world meets round in the same bent: Where the hearts set, there goes the tongues consent, How dost apply thy studies fellow? Has pared him to the quick. I if she were out ath picture heed Like her then himself. Disgraced us my Lord? Is't he my Lord? I did indeed? O villain, Most Nobly manage. Heart?—that shall not need my Lord, I can direct him so far. What now brother? And impossible task, I'll swear, To bring him hither, thats already here. Your good Lordship, Would have a loathsome sighed of him, much offensive? He's not in case now to be seen my Lord, The worst of all the deadly sins is in him: That beggarly damnation, drunkenness. I shall. Brother we lose our selves? What is't? True. Most true? In that disguise of yours. I Like it wondrously. Good yet, but here's a doubt, Me thought by'th Dukes son to kill that pandar, Shall when he is known be thought to kill the Duke. Firmer, and firmer. Lets about it. end of women. It should be so knewest thou thy Office well. Twould make one half despair. True brother, how far beyond nature it's, Though many Mother's do't. Let it be. And then our sister full of hire, and bassenesse. To be miserably great, rich to be eternally wretched. O Brother, you forget our business. Commend us in all virtue to our Sister. I warrant you my life for yours. Thats enough a conscience. No, there's the hell on't, his faith's too feeble to go alone? he brings flesh-flies after him, that will buzz against supper time, and hum for his coming out. Nay push, prithee be content! there's no remedy pre sent, may not hereafter times open in as fair faces as this. Come, now to avoid all suspicion, lets forsake this room, and be going to meet the Dukes son. My honoured Lord? Came your honour private? Death rot those few. And no unlikely. I would same have your Lordship think that we have small reason to prate. Hark? he calls thee slave again. Oh good deceit, he quits him with Like terms. Brother how happy is our vengeance. Revels. There are five hundred Gentlemen in the Actium, That will apply themselves, and not stand idle. So my Lords, You have enough. Follow, go? Lay hold upon this Traitors? And the Nobles. Now the hope, Of Italy lies in your reverend years? It all done for the best my Lord, Sfoot brother you begun, Knavery faith, This vicious old Duke's worthily abused The pen of his bastard writes him Cuckold! 'Tis done.