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We missed you yester night. He spoiled our sport: he was not well he said: I would you had been there: Tomaso pledged you twice. against whom? against any living man thats your enemy: What ails my deer Francisco? By your face you should not be in health. What mean you? against you never in anger: Are you well Franciscus? me thinks your cheek Carries a paler hue than wont to be his Livery. With me. Are you your self? I wronged and abused you? Franciscus, can you think so of me? Did not my love prohibit, Think, Francisco, I could not be a Coward, Nor endure the opprobrious taunts the malice Of your heart has made your tongue throw on me; Why I know not: believe me, and receive it for a truth, Were you some other, in this wide vast world, And not Franciscus, you had been a dog That I had kicked long since; but you are my friend, And my disgrace is buried: yet if you carry honour In your breast, and bear your wonted venerable mind, Make me to understand from whence, or why your Comminations & undecent language point thus at me alone? Do you thirst for blood? if so, and mine, hide to the hilts your naked instrument, my bosom is your mark: thrust home and take your fill. You had mine answer, never never. Yes, by Heaven. Wherefore him, he is a Toad more virulent, o, o! O, some charitable creaure! Francisco, dear Francisco. No pity, no remorse, I bleed, and much effusion robs me of my breath, something of sense relieve me, help, o help. Here. O! O! Father, for so I must style you, Your care and pains in my recovery, Deserves a recompense more than I am able to perform: Now I consider with my self, had we compassionate souls, Or were men but good, they would banish beggary The World quite over, and every one have sufficient. As hitherto you have concealed my course, Continue still your wonted secrecy, Call me your son, and such appointments as a father Should command me to endure I shall perform: Blessed, blessed be you: effectual be my prayers. More than this I will, and more than I will speak. Francisco, whersoe're thou biddest, abide in quiet, And have my pardon ever. If thou be'st fled For any cause of mine, and I thy ruin prove, Defend it heaveu, were't not for trial of Phemone's love, And promised constancy, how soon would I renounce My habitatiation, unclothe thy fear, & set all even again? Nothing 'mazes, nor drives me into that serious Contemplation, as whence his wrath should proceed. Perchance Franciscus thinks me unfit to call him brother, And his sud dame rage proceeded from advice. If it be so for ever will I keep this shady bower, And never hold companionship with man, More than is present, forget Arbaces ever Called me his, or that I was his son. Circle me safety, what are these come here Where never neighbourd welt? Yes, and that Cornelia; as sure as the black Ousell Has a yellow mouth, that whistles me awake. 'Tis she, or I am found. There needs no more for confirmation: What make they here? Do not undo me wonder. Never had two ragged coats more orient pearls, Than you two shells do hide: it's she, or I am found, Leap not forth with joy, such needy robes Should wrap the shoulders of necessity, When winter falls the Leaf: happy Antonio, I am disguised, and so, if that my speech reveal not, Without suspect I may obtain my wish, And have all doubts resolved: I'll greet they. Bonny wight, what ever you be, Luck be in your company: Are you Sylvanus, say to me? Deft and trim ones much glee, Be you what you please to be, Some disaster tend by ye, Welladay, now by my Creed, And my merry Oaten Reed, Sike another rousing sighs Would well split me gay and blithe: Let a loutish Clown partake, Why this sobbing dole you make? Wonderment of woe relate If simpleness you might not scorn, How you happened to be forlorn. Be not all too keen, bright star, If my pertness went too far, Mercy is the doom I sue, Good things never meant more true, Than the silly shepherd did, Late wen he your sorrow bid: Discourse the means merry Pan, And the sagest gods do scan; Wherefore was it? well a near, You foul mucky cloud I fear Will be sprint us, Poebus twain, If so list you but to dame A poor shepherd's entertain, Welcome should you be, I wiss, Nor thing comely should you miss, Though not courtly: answer make, Will you my small feasting take? 'Tis truth he speaks. Is this possible? I must, in— You are a most pernicious damned villain, and your soul knows it. Good Father pardon; pardon mighty Duke, pardon And tonio, cause of this disquiet. Lod. Antonio? I am Antonio, and I was your son, when I left Venice last. You see chaste Cornelia. Nay, come Francisco, I must have your hand: I can as well forgive, as I can love; and nothing more than both: good Crissippus, my old friend. Though the greatest sufferance fell on my partly, I here ac quit him, and beseech for mercy. Forget his Father's faults: be pitiful. As freely as I hope to be forgiven; and crave no more amends, but only this you'll call me brother, and make Phemo ne mine. Here stands the means, whom I must ever tender with respect, as with my full proceedings you shall hear, when none can interrupt. Receive my adorations Queen of chance, Thou never gavest that jewel to that man, was half so well esteemed; my Hope's have their desires, Phemone, blessed suc cease; nothing that's amiss, but I shall understand: disguise I thank thee, joy ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak; they partly not soon. My deer Phemone! 'Twas time to come. Oh forgive me heaven, what is this?
Plot summary
Plot — The Knave in Grain, New Vamped
Jorezzo, banished after his father’s conviction for treason, has returned to Venice under the alias Julio, confiding his identity only to his old schoolfellow Franciscus. He plans to raise his fortunes by marrying Franciscus’ sister Phemone. Unfortunately for him, she is already in love with Antonio; so he tells Franciscus that Antonio is attempting to seduce his wife Cornelia. The jealous Franciscus fights a duel with Antonio, leaves him for dead, and goes into exile. Antonio is found and nursed bya shepherd. Franciscus’ property is seized by the state, and Cornelia’s father, believing the accusation of adultery, turns her out of his house; Phemone leaves Venice with her. They are given shelter by the disguised Antonio, but do not realize his identity. Antonio’s father Arbaces offers a reward for the capture of the fugitive Franciscus, who is living in disguise near Venice. Julio seeks him out, pretending remorse, but really intending to claim the «reward. Franciscus accepts his company, but sneaks off to fetch Arbaces and the watch. Franciscus is arrested and brought before the Duke. At first he is condemned for Antonio’s murder, but the judgement is reversed when Antonio himself comes to the court. Franciscus generously asks the court to spare Julio, but his plea backfires when he lets it slip that Julio is really Jorezzo, the son of a traitor. The Duke sentences him to be branded on the forehead with the word ‘knave’, then banished. In the sub-plot, Stultissimo comes off worst in a fight with Clariflora, Lodowick’s courtesan, and falls in love with her. He sends her amorous verses, takes his revenge by giving her a powerful laxative, and then marries her, only to regret it when he realizes this makes him a cuckold. Meanwhile Lodowick’s friend Valentius is enamoured of the physician Vanderman’s wife Sibylia. Lodowick gets him taken into the doctor’s care as a mental patient in order to have easier access to her. The stratagem is successful, and Valentius has his way with Sibylla. Vanderman discovers the adultery, so Valentius is pronounced sane and discharged. Both Vanderman and Stultissimo appeal to the Duke in connection with their wives’ adultery, but are merely mocked as cuckolds. B-Text In this version, Julio sets up a brothel called the Leaguer, in association with the whore and bawd, and sets out to live on his wits. Three new episodes are inserted in relation to this. In the first, he buys cloth from a mercer on credit, asking him to send 1626…