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It is not fit I apprehend you now, But I wish that you would know; My duty Is so well preserved from all corruption: Which either youth: or fowl example might Produce: that it in plores for fferance, To certify the world how strong it is. I would not be unmannerly, but if She be at leisure, tell her, I am here. I humbly thank your honour, I am well, Pray dismiss your woman: I would impart A privacy. Oh Madam Time is now grown old, and runs But slowly, I thought each Hour, a year, Until I saw your Ladyship. Yes, I thank heaven. But pray come hither. Who do you suppose was with me last night, When my husband was at Court? Why give a guess. Nay was a Man too. What think you of the best man in Sienna? Yes, disguised too: he either came, (or else Pretended so) to meet your husband there. After some talk, (in which he did express His love to all our family) he gave And ample praise of you: and said he saw Already so much worth in your fair breast As will add a knot to your Lords Heart, And his own: nay and make his constant love A pattern for every royal Master. Then he gave me this same Jewel; to you He recommended the receipt of this. Your's is the better of the twain, Th'are such as I suspected at the first, Such as made me to refuse these Jewels. He swore I was a Traitor, if I thought. He meant amiss Or if I did deny To bear this same to you, I did but ill Require his kind request unto my husband. Then in the close he used such Art, such subtle phrase, To free his thoughts from the strict jealousy Of mine; as reconciled me to obey his will. You know beside how harsh it is to chide With Majesty, or slight Princes favors. I had thought to-have shown my husband mine too But since t'is capable of curious Questioning, I mean to stay awhile. And mine is not eclipsed much by yours. I'll wait upon your Ladyship. Alack, what prodigy is this! Ay me! What in that name can privilege Offence? Oh royal Villain! My joints and sinews dissipated are, And scattered in a trembling fear. But mark More sorrows yet. My Husband looking in My Cabinet, did spy that Jewel there, Which the Duke last gave me. It was to him A new, and unknown star: and Commet Like, Employed his thoughts with such Astrology As made and Optic of his jealousy; Through which, he would discern the cause, the effect Of its being there. I told him all the truth: And Truth's oftener praised, then rewarded Here on Earth: for he dismissed me straight With fatal looks. Farewell! the noblest Lady o'th' World. My Lord! Alas my noble Lord! what do you mean? Oh say not so. Let Thunder strike me dead, If I'ere knew the ' Duke; with knowledge more Dishonest, then what harbours in the Eyes; Only by sighed. My deer Lord? be not cruel in your Faith; What I have said is truth. Stay, stay, Oh my Husband, my dearest Lord? Will you permit such cruelty against Your own Wife. She, that hath so often slept Within your Bosom. Oh speak? do you want The natural touch stay, stay, I will confessed. Sorrow was ever slow of v terance, And I do tremble still. I knew the time, My duty hath been held in more regard Then now it is. All former interest Is quit forgotten. Oh stay, now, now, I will reveal all. T'is true, your Sster's ravished by the Duke. Which fatal truth, this morning I received From her own mouth, But if I ere did break My Marriage vows, or think unlawfully; Then may I lose my interest in Heaven. My duty, and my love remain still yours, And this constancy deserves some kindness. Therefore, if t'is decreed that I must die: Let me die a modest death. Expose not Your poor wife, unto the cruelty Of Ravishers. I do obey you cheerfully. My Lord. Oh my deuining Soul Sure my Sister Is not safe. And it's my duty Sir, to be most prompt In the observance. I am waked out of a strange amazement. Murder, murder. Help! o help? Here, here, Oh my Lord, my Lord. Oh my Lord? my Husband He's dead, he's dead. It was my tongues last employment. With the Horentine: who instructeth her in music.
Plot summary
Plot — The Cruel Brother
As a favour to Lucio, to whom he is devoted, the Duke appoints the low-born Foreste his secretary, the first port of call for ali suitors seeking monopolies and preferment. Lucio also wants to marry Foreste’s sister, 1627 Corsa, arguing that she is ennobled by her virtue, though not her ancestry. He goes through with the marriage secretly, without the Duke’s permission; but the Duke is impressed by Corsa when they are introduced, and has her brought to court so that the marriage can be properly celebrated with masques and revels. Foreste humiliates the satirist Castruccio, but his elevation to the secretaryship prevents Castruccio from challenging him to a duel. The poet initially takes a literary revenge, but, when the Duke asks about his satires, he is too cowardly to admit that Foreste is the target. The rustic Lothario comes to court, dressing foppishly in the hope of becoming a ducal favourite. Castruccio persuades him that his lack of success is Foreste’s fault. Lothario accosts Foreste offensively and finds himself imprisoned in a tiny cell. The Duke’s real intention in bringing Corsa to court is to seduce her. He engages Foreste’s wife as an unwitting go-between, then sends Lucio away overnight on a diplomatic mission. With Castruccio’s assistance, he visits Corsa, and rapes her. Foreste learns of the rape and slits the dishonoured Corsa’s wrist; she bleeds to death. On his return, Lucio takes a more lenient view than Foreste — he places more weight on the compulsion than the sexual penetration — but both agree to take revenge on the Duke, and visit him in bed. In the end, they decide to spare him, but he has already arranged assassins to dispose of them: the job was given to Castruccio, who subcontracted it to Lothario. Lothario kills the Duke by mistake; Castruccio and his accomplice kill him, then finish the job by killing Foreste and Lucio. The conspirators are kept alive to answer questions, and then suffer a death of exemplary horribleness.