ALFONSO

Is this the copy of the speech you wrote, Signieur Sarpego? What, think you son we mean express a speech Of special weight without a Like attire? We will peruse it strait: well met Vine tio, And good Lord Strozza, we commend you both For your attendance: but you must conceive, 'Tis no true hunting we intend to day, But and inducement to a certain show, Wherewith we will present our beauteous love, And therein we bespeak your company. See then, here is a Poem that requires Your worthy censures; offered if it Like To furnish our intended amorous show: Read it Vincentio. Still are your wits at war: here, read this poem. High words and strange: Read on Vincentio. How likes Vincentio? Lets see that I pray. See see, he hath his furniture and all. Thanks good Seigneur Sarpego. How Like you Lords, this stirring Actium? Be't so resolved; unartificial truth And unfeigned passion can decipher best. None but my self, and the Lord . No be assured, But for another cause; a word Lord Strozza, I tell you true, I fear Lord Medice Will scarce discharge the speech effectually: As we go therefore, isle explain to you My whole intent; that you may second him If need and his debility require. Why how now son? forbear; yet 'tis no matter We talk of other busi esse Medice And come, we will prepare us to our show. Now my Lord. Pea Vincentio. Medice, forth. No. less, no less no more, no more: speak you. V entio, peace. Excellent good. Perform it then sweet love, it is a deed Worthy the office of your honoured hand. Thanks gracious love; why made you strange of this? I rest no less your captive then before, For me untying, you have tied me more. Thanks Strozza for your speech, no thanks to you. Advance your self, fair Duchess to this Throne As we have long since raised you to our heart, Better decorum never was beheld, Then betwixt this state and you: And as all eyes Now fixed on your bright Graces think it fit, So frame your favour to continue it. Lo what attention and state beauty breeds, Whose moaning silence no shrill herald needs. Thanks good master Broomeman, Leave this war with Rushes, Good master pedant; pray forth with your show. Generally well, and pleasingly performed. Well you became it Lady, and I know All here could wish it might be ever so. I thank your Lordship much. Good wench forbear. Now what a merry harmless dame it is! 'Tis good my Lord sometime: Come, to our hunting; now 'tis time I think. Then my Lord, I will take my leave till night, Reserving thanks for all my entertainment, Till I return; in mean time, lovely dame, Remember the high state you last presented, Vin. & St. have all this while talked together a pretty way. And think it was not a mere festival show, But and essential type of that you are In full consent of all my faculties And hark you good my Lord. Now my deer Mistress, till our sports intended end with my absence, I will take my leave. Why should the humorous boy forsake the chase? As if he took advantage of my absence, To some act that my pre ence would offend. I swear I will: and can I prove he aims At any interruption in my love, I'll his life. I know not these things; but come: let me read some of these letters. Madam, in this deed You deserve highly of my Lord the Duke. Passion of death! See, see, Lord Medice, my traitorous son, Hath long ioyde in the favours of my love: Woe to the womb that boar him: and my care To bring him up to this accursed hour, In which all cares possess my wretched life. Not by any. If this be true, the traitorous boy shall die. If I shall see my love in any sort Prevented, or abused, th'abuser die. A little, pr y my Lord, for I b leave We shall discover very notable knave y. No more, no more, advise me what is best, To be the penance of my graceless son? Death or his banishment, he shall endure, For wreak of that joys exile I sustain. Come, call our Guard, and apprehend him strait. Lay hands upon them all, pursue, pursue. Lord Medice, Lead you our Guard, and see you app ehend The treacherous boy nor let him escape with life, Unless he you lde to his external exile. Yet love me Lady, and I p rdon all. Dis ightfull Dame, I'll dis inherit him, And thy good Father here shall cast off thee, And both shall feed on air, or starum , and die. Haste Julio, follow thou my sons pursuit, And will Lord Medice not to hurt nor touch him, But either banish him, or bring him back: Charge him to use no violence to his life. Oh Natum e! how alas Art thou and Reason thy true guide opposed? More bane thou takest, to guide Sense, led amiss, Then being guided, Reason gives thee bliss. I wonder how far they pursued my Son , That no return of him or them appears, I fear some hapless accident is chanced, That makes the news so loath to pierce mine ears. Believe then son, And know me pierced as deeply with thy wounds: And pardon virtuous Lady that have lost The dearest treasure proper to your sex. Ay me, it seems by my unhappy means! Oh would to God, I could with present cure Of these unnatural wounds; and moaning right Of this abused beauty, join you both, (As last I left you) in eternal nupt also. Grave Be venius, honourable Doctor, On whose most sovereign Aesculapian hand, Fame with her richest miracles attends, Be fortunate, as ever heretofore, That we may Q item thee both with gold and honour, And by thy happy means, have pour to make My Son, and his much injured love amends, Whose well proportioned choice we now applaud, And bless all those that ever furthered it. Where is your discreet Usher my good Lord, The special furtherer of this eq all match? Give me your hand friend, pardon us I pray, We much have wronged your worth, as one that knew the fitness of this match above our selves. Nor I my Lord: But sure he saw the fitness of the match, With freer and more noble cies then we. Unworthy Lo worser, put up: hirst'st ou more blood? TO y life is tt'st to be called in question, For thy most murthrous cowardice on my son Thy forwardness to every cruelty Calls thy pretended Noblesse in suspect. His life is thine Lord Strozza, Give him death. Not for the world. But you shall my Lord, Or I will take his life out of your hand. Strange, and unspeakable. Never was herd so strange a counterfeit. Hence then, be ever banished from my rule And live a monster, loathed of all the world. Do so I pray thee, rid me of his sighed. Let us forget it honourable friends, And satisfy all wrongs with my sons right, In solemn marriage of his love and him. Which my deer Son shall with thy full re re Be celebrate in greater Majesty, Than ever graced our greatest Ancestry. Then take thy love, which heaven with all joys ble e, And make ye both mirrors of happiness. Lead us my Lord, we will your daughter lead. Oh master broomeman, you did passing well. How thick and my plagues descend Not giving m mazde powers a time to speak: Pour more e rebuke upon me worthy Lord, For I have gilded and patience for them all: Yet know, deer son, I did forbid thy harm: This Gentleman can witness, whom I sent With all command and of haste to terdict This forward man in mischief; not to touch thee: Did I not Ju io? utter nought but truth. Let him be fetched, that we may do him grace.