CHARINTHA

Well, the first day of your conjunction Sir, I little thought you would have used her thus. The Milan Count (my Suitor) is arrived. More rich, And gaudy then the East. So liberal too, That you would think he Nature's Steward were. He gives amongst m slaves, as if unto Ambassadors he did cast Donatives. You know I am o'th'wits, I have been sworn To beggar Suitors, and jeer my husband. My name's Charintha — My Lord, I scarcely own desert enough T'intice this Jewel from your Cabinet. Is there no trick in ceremony Sir, To give your memory a better hint? Their judgement is So kind (Sir) as to know they may command The house. My Lord, be pleased To walk, and use advantage of the Air. We'll sacrifice the utmost of our wealth And love, express your welcome Sir. This way— Your Lordship's letters were of a prompt style! Your bounty chokes my thanks. My Lord, I pray afford him leave to speak. I'm called Charintha Sir; proceed to speech. I sir, the cause. I rejoice in all the works of Nature! I'll have no more of him, he is too costive. My Lord. Lets in, and jeer. His bounty never will give me cause advance My wit: he grows much troublesome. You marmalet Count deserves as much too. Hah! What do they call him? My Eyes are infom'd, Two Faces more allied In all devotes of view I have not seen. The younger brother unto Altamont ; Fantastic too as Winds, and sillier then A silenced Priest. Fate had much preferred me. He is already so exhaust, that his Wise bounty can no more be Argument For wit: And now to have this plea for his Dismission is above my joy. Signior!— Indeed? Stand off! More distant yet. When you do make your Christianity More known, you must be called Florello Forty blue Fiends wait to arrest you in Your passage home. Could your abusive Arts make choice of none But me? Be sure this visit is your last. Return, Or you affront my power, and I shall think Your love, is, as your person, counterfeit. The strength of all my Charity affords You but this Key, which in my Orchard Gate You may employ, and free you from arrest. Besognia, I'll to bed. — Oh dismal change! does your victo ous Sword Hang now on aged Belt of Bandeleere? Is your high Plume moulted to a sprig, small, As if 'twere made o'th wing of a Beetle. Your speech was wont to be in a more high Exalted Key: loud as a Gulf! Your heart Was full of ligges, and your feet did wander Even Like Autumns dust. I threw on you perpetual banishment. Has God a sweet and powerful way in speech. He was not wont to use this Dialect. Do all harmonious gifts reside within Such course and humble weeds? you endear the worst Of fashion unto us, by making it A custom in your selves. If men did not Provide such follies for our sighed, we knew Not where to find their use, for they digest Them first, then they become our nourishment. I never beheld a feature masculine Till now: had you but thus appeared unto My first survey, I might have loved in haste, And yet excused the rashness of my eyes. I gin to feel some danger in my stay. I nothing keep for such sad use, as to Deprive me of so sweet a miracle. If you continue still to beg, I fear My bounty will prove rash: and I shall give So much of love, as you can never repay. — My sisters husband dead. Wilt thou neglect to cherish the swift growth Of our new loves? the inspired Needle's not more true unto The North, the Sun to his diurnal raze, Nor Rivers to the Main; then I to thee. Not Altamont's return to life, nor yet Sciolto's and Scoperta's glad reprieve Nor all the joys in reconcilement of Your loves expressed, can my cold senses please: Florello is unkind. — It is sincere, as holy Hermit's vows, And true, as their confession at their death . We will embrace each other until Age, Deprive our courteous sinews of extent. — But will your Lordship walk and see the spring? We have a Garden where it ever dwells. Your train of Parasite, Pimp, Fool and Dwarf, Speak you at first, to be the true young Lord. Thou dost requite the skornes which I did throw On thy first love. My destiny must needs Be tragic now: since the contracted scope Of all my joy, rests in diseased hope. Exit I'll smile no longer then these rich sparkles Shine in my Eyes. Enter Dandolo.