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My Lord Vtrante, can you not then Persuade your Daughter to receive a Blessing, Which even the greatest Ladies in this Kingdom Would desire on their knees: Is this a Man to be neglected? Though he were not A Kinsman to your King: beside, my Lord, Remember you may draw upon your self Our high displeasure by her refusal. Yes, I could make you satisfaction, Though she were offended; by forcing her Into your arms, to whom the wrong was done. Cozen, if you will be ruled by me, I'll make her leap with joy into your arms. In act I'll use no way of violence; Yet I must threaten it. You know my love, and you presume upon it, Take your own way of love, deliver up your self Unto her mercy, that I would make at yours, Would you be ruled: go, see your Mistress, Tell her you love her more then ever man did woman; To prove which true, pray her that shee'l command you Tasks more dangerous, then did the envious Juno To great Hercules: all which you will perform With much more ease; since you by her command Shall undertake they whose virtue hath the power To arm you against a world of dangers: do, Make her proud with praises, and then see How she will torture you. Come my Lords, we will go hunt a Stag to day, And leave my Cozen to his amorous thoughts. Exe. K. Atten. Will none go call the Duke? Welcome deer Cozen; You lost a brave chase to day, but you had other game A foot: what says your cruel Mistress will she love you? How hear you speak? Fie, passionate man. You know my love hath made you what you are Out of and opinion that you deserved it; Not for that you were my Kinsman. I never yet denied What you would ask, relying on your judgement And your virtue. Should you have asked my Sister, For your Wife, I sooner should have given consent And taxed your judgement less, then I do now For doting on this Lady. Call back for shame then That judgement which had wont to govern all Your actions, and make me once more proud That I have such a Kinsman, whose judgement Can control his strongest passion, even love it self, When it is prejudicial to his honour. Well Sir, I will leave you to your amorous passion, See me no more till I send for you. Exeunt King, Atten. When road your Lord abroad? How chances you then did not sooner Bring me this Letter? Speak then. Let one go look for Lysander presently. What grudge was betwixt them? or fell they lately out? This that thou hast told is cerraine true, Else she would never have denied to have married With the Duke, and for thy love and faithful service to him, Which I believe is now no more; for else by this time, He would have returned. I will requite thee. Alas goodman, he weeps. He that can bring me word the Duke is alive, Redeems his King from misery. Exeunt. manet Jaco. Where is that Enchantress, which you call Clarinda? I am amazed, I never till now saw true beauty. Why kneel you Lady? Rise fair Creatue; came I to chide, and do I kiss. This is the force of Beauty; who lives That can be offended with so sweet a Creature? I cannot now blame the Duke, for valuing Her so much. I would she were the Daughter. Of some neighbouring King, that I without Disparagement might love her: but I forget My self, these are poor humble thoughts, And far beneath the Majesty of a King. Lady, I came to chide, I fear you are the cause That I have lost a Kinsman, a worthy one In all the world's opinion, excepting yours. When you please Lady. Exit Cla. My Lord how chanced it that you never told me That your Daughter loved Lysander? So many days overpast, and yet no news Of my deer Cozen, whither he be alive or dead! What of his death, or that he's deadly hurt? Call him in, While with patience I forearm my self; Speak Father, is the Duke dead? what sad news Is this you bring? give me my torment in a word. What did they with the body? How chance you came no sooner to tell This news, though yet too soon, they are so ill? Give the poor Hermit something, Though his news deserve it not, Yet his sufferngs does: It is and addition to my grief, that when I parted With him last, I seemed to be offended with him For his dotageon Clarinda, which he hath Dearly paid for; and yet I cannot blame him, For she is the fairest creature that yet I ever saw. Oh Sister, we have lost our dearest Kinsman, And that which adds unto my grief, is, that I cannot Be revenged on him that killed him. Sister I think I should. It is not I That pursues Lysander's life, but Justice; The Law condemns him to die, Had it been but a private man, much more Being so near a kin to me. Sister, you often have had occasion To show your Charity, in being a Suitor to me For the lives of those that had offended; Yet until now you never begged my mercy unto any. I do conjure you by my love, To speak no more of this unpleasing subject; For if I get Lysander once within my power, I will sacrifice his heartblood to the Ghost Of my deceased Cozen. Why Lady, Can you hope that if he were taken I would pardon him: hath he not killed the man That in the world was nearest to my heart? I cannot grant this; rise, and by mine honour Ask or command what is within my power (But this) and it shall be performed. I hope you will better consider Of the general lose the world shall sustain, In losing such a Jewel as your self: Sister, I will leave you to advise her better, And pray you use her with your best respect, Her worth and beauty does deserve it; My Lord Vtrante, have you in your daughters name Taken possession of all that was the Dukes, As I commanded? I know my Sister will advise Her better. Exe. manet Clar. & Cleo. Be that thy charge, take half the Guard, I'll search The house my self: Where is this bloody Traitor? Bloody villain, it's thou indeed, Lay hands on him. What wouldst thou say. But when thou knewest that he had Killed the Duke, how durst thou then Conceal him? So thou dost mine Lysander; For I have made a vow, after that I had God thee Once within my power, the Sun shall not Twice set, till I had with a sacrifice of thy heart blood Appeased my Kinsmans Ghost. I dare not Be forsworn, away with him to prison, And Gerard. Exeunt Lys. Her. and Guard. I am amazed, Tell me deer Sister, what make you here, I hope you know not of this villainy. Sister, you speak with passion, as if You loved him. Sister, as you respect my favour, And your own fair Name, blemish not so Your royal blood by loving of a murderous Ingrateful villain. Sister, did you but see how ill These praises do become you; (for you indeed Are drunk with affection) you would leave Them me. I know when you recover by the help Of reason, you'll hate your self, and wish that all Y'aue spoke or done this day were but a dream. Sister, believe me, you have told me such particular Arguments of Lysander's worth, that I do pity His misfortunes much, and have quite lost my anger; Yet Justice must be satisfied. Lady, I thought your plea would have been mercy, And not Justice. Your affirmation is to me a hundred Witnesses, yet it were in me injustice to deny The combat against this gentleman that does accuse Him on your behalf, if Giacomo desire it. Let him that rescued Clarinda have the land That Giacomo should have had, for discovering where Lysander was: call forth the prisoner, and proceed to execution. Why stays the Prisoner? What mean you Sister, will yond make apparent To the world your folly? Sister, for shame do not thus wrong Your self and me, by throwing such high praises On a man, condemned by Law. Lysander, Prepare thy self to die, and take no notice of her Idle praises, which if they could to any mortal Man be endue, they were to him, for whom Thou now must suffer. Look to Clarinda, carry her home. How darest thou hinder the sword of Justice, From lighting where it is designed. Why Sir, will it be tyranny in me To execute the Law? the fellow's mad, Lay hands on him. Why, is he innocent? Carry the fellow hence; Do I fit here to hear a mad man talk? Sure all the world's infected, One that I loved so well and equal to the Duke In Birth; how canst thou prove this? Dear Cozen, I do long to know by what means you were preserved. Call for the sacred Priest, and let us change That which we thought should have been a Scoene Oh blood, into a Scoene of joy, by joining Two despairing Lovers hands together. But what excuse then made they For their haste in dressing of it For the graven, that was not then Scarce cold. But how came you to know Lysander was not your natural son, and these Particulars? It shall. My Lord, I freely pardon you, for I believe It was indeed a lie, invented by your wicked Brother, whom I do give you power to punish As you think good. Away with him. Come, let us set forward to the Temple. And pray the Gods to shower a blessing Tpon this Couple; - What means my Sister? How Sister! His blood compared with yours, is base. What would you marry with a Subject? She's cruel to her self, And rather let her perish by her rash hand, Then so dishonour me, by marrying with A Subject. Hold: take him Sister, And be happy in him: I love thee more Then ever, because I see, thy mind is only Fixed on true Worth without additions. I learned of Count Orsinio to bring things, To the extremest point, so to increase The joy: it had been a sin to partly Those Bodies, whose very Souls seem to be Joined together. Who ever was the cause, you shall not feel The punishment; the Duke did truly love you, Lady, which you shall see here in this Letter Apparently, may you see your error, And grieve to death for your passed folly, In refusing the quintessence of Mankind: Read it not now, you shall have time to grieve in, He shows there in his Letter, that you are his wife, That by that means I might be drawn the sooner, To perform his will, which is, that you should Be possessed of that which was his, and so you shall If he be dead. How do you know. Oh what a man was this, what marble heart That would not melt it self in tears to hear This sad relation? but what became of the body? Why, know you where Lysander is? How couldst thou compel him? Sister, it were and example too dangerous To pardon him that killed my next of blood: It might encourage some to strike my self; And therefore it is in vain to plead for mercy. Arise fair Clarinda, and by my Crown, Bring your sufficient proof, you shall have Justice; But well I know you hate good Giacomo, because he did Discover where your Lysander was. And by my Crown, since thou dost interpose thy self Betwixt the sword of Justice and the Object, It shall cut through thy life too with Lysander's, If thou dost fail to prove what thou affirmest. Away with him to Prison, I'll have him Strangely punished for this presumption. Away with him. Though I do reverence your Profession, Yet I see no cause to believe you, For in this Kingdom there is none so worthy. I am amazed; art thou a Conjurer, And from the quiet graven hath raised The beloved person of my Kinsman to delude me? For thou Wertenberg he that said thou foundest his body. Oh my deer Cozen, can this be true! 'Twas he that brought first word that he Had found your body, by which we were resolved That you were dead, he told his tale so punctually. Good Father tell us how you found him Wounded, and how you did preserve him. Holy man, expect from me a great reward; For you have back to me restored the comfort Of my life; but where have you since lived, Or how came you by this disguise? Come reverent Sir, perform and office Acceptable to the Gods: Sister, take you Lysander's Hand, and Cozen you Clarinda's. What can this Cabinet produce to stop The Marriage. The Cabinet is come. I am amazed, sure this is Witchcraft. What hath he done? I pardon him, be't what it will. The Count Orsinio! How was that possible? Was there No servants in the house? Did none of them Ask for the Child? Great Love this day hath shown his mighty power Without the help of, Foe In and hour He hath relieved from death and from despair Four of his truest Subjects and made fair This day that was of , let us praise His power that in can raise From misery to and excess of Joy, And in and instant that content destroy: He hath to us been joust this day as well as kind. Rewarding virtuous Love let none then call him blind. Too certain of them both, It was Lysander that killed him, Whom If I ever get within my power, The sharpest kind of death that justice can inflict Upon him, he shall feel.