ASPERO

Peace. Good now peace, Wake me not as you love me. I, in a most sweet sleep, blisters o'your tongues for uva king me. J should not be a Courtierels, me thought J was at a strange wedding? Of a young Lawyer and old Madam Conscience. Nor J neither, because it was a dream, but me thought the young man doted on the old woman exceedingly. In the country they did, and agreed passing well, all the long vacation, and but for two things he would have carried her up to the erme with him. One was, because her gown was of the old fashion, the other was cause he would not have her by when he took fees For fear if a bribe had been offered, she being by he should have had the bade conscience to take it. Conscience and the Lawyer, as lovingly as men and their wives do, one flesh but neither meddle nor make one with another Oh lord fit, profit can partly the soul and the body, and why not man and wife, now you have had my dream father, let me understand yours. Oh best of all: why, your whole world does nothing but dream, your machiauell he dreams of state, deposing kings, grounding new monarchies: the lover he dreams of kisses, amorous embraces: the newe-married wife dreams, that rid of her young husband she hugs her old love, and likes her dream well enough too: the Country gentle woman dreams that when her first husband's dead, she marries a knight, and the name of Lady sticks so in her mind, that she's never at hearts ease till she get her husband dubbed; the Captain, he dreams of oppressing the soldiers, devising stratage ̄ S, to keep his dream, and that dream wakes in the pate of Octavio your Archenemy who is not content to hurl us into the whirlpool of banish meant, but binds weights at our heals leaden poverty, to sink us to the very depth that we should never rise again. I marry sister, that were a dream worth dreaming, and isle sleep out my brains but isle compass it. Uds foot, isle do it waking then. At counsel table. In his Duchess arms, it base to go disguised, No, my revenge shall wear and open brow; J will not play the coward, kill him first And send my challenge after; isle make known My name, and cause of coming, if I thought Grief Like a painter had so spoiled mmy visage He could not know me, on my breast idem write How ere I am disfigured through woe, J am the thing was made for Aspero. Speak not, I am as constant as the Centre, Some fortune good or bade does beckon me, And I will run, bitter revenge tastes sweet, Jf never on earth farewell, in heaven weel meet. Attendance sitra, your low Comedy, Craves but few Actors, weel break company. Send him a letter that I come to kill him. How long have you been a matchiauilian boy? Then policy and knavery are somewhat a kin. How came in the kindred betwixt gentry and penury? First tell me what thou art? Thy profession. That makes your fool & your knave have such bade soales; but what dost thou seek? Indeed service is Like the common law, it undoes any one that follows it long, canst describe service? your opinion boy. Woot follow me fellow. My business is more serious, thou dost not know me. Didst never hear of the wars betwixt Venice and Man tua. And Wertenberg not a knave for't. Dost know the Duke of Venice? Woot do me a message to him Tell him J hate him, my name's Aspero, has banished my fa there, usurps his Duke dome, and I come to be revenged. Thy reason. No, my revenge shall be Like my father's wrongs in Apert lend me any honest aid. Jde be thy death first. Equal with my shame. No, though my state with poverty be tainted, Mine acts and honour shall live still acquainted. And thou too knavish for my employment. But here comes more company. Fair virgin if so much, no where some where any where, where you would have me. Marry and you shall have it Lady. Why a kiss. Why then bestow one of me isle take it most thankfully In Italy, but never yet in Venice. Gentle Lady thrice as much to you. You may in Venice gentle sir adieu? this begets wonder. Some great woman But how the means. Flattery I, that they can play of And to common that will play too much of any, but come isle use means to get her. Why in the course of scholarship, the genitive Case goes before the Dative. Will not women respect a man for his good parts? I will have good gifts & show my self liberal to, though I beg for't. Well, how so ere, she's fair and courteous, And courteous fair, is a fair gift in Ladies: She may be well descended, if she be, She's fit for love, and why not then for me. Slid what a strange Lady's this madam though I seem a stranger to you, J lay with one last night that's well acquainted with you. And knows you, and loves you, and you love him, & have bestowed kind favours of him to. Though it but a trifle he took it as kindly as some would have done a kiss 'Tis a big of your own sow madam, and I hope your wit will bestow the nursing of it. I keep company with none but you Lady. So do I the fools I protest; but take away yours, isle soon shift away the fools. But come, shall the fool and you be friends? Why, J hope a fool may be a Ladies familiar at all times Indeed 'tis a fools partly of Joan to be in the sauce afore my Lady; otherwise I am neither fool nor saucy. Not, coy Lady; come why should your tongue make so many false fierce that never come from your heart: you love me, I know you love me, your spirit, your look, your countenance be wrays it. Jn earnest you do, and you shall know't in earnest too, lend me this jewel. How? And now and then on a Ladies lip as— Marry buz. A word in your ear, madam the buzzard will anger you. With going I shall. I away, never entreat, 'tis too late, if you send after me, I will not come back, if you write to me, I will not answer, drown your eyes in tears, I will not wipe them, break your heart with sighs, J will not pity you: never look, signs cannot move me, if you speak, 'tis too late, if you entreat, 'tis bootless, if you hang upon me, 'tis needless, I offered love & you scorned it, my absence will be your death, and I am proud oh to I came I confess, but with no intent to see you J protest, and that shall be manifested by the shortness of my stay. Enough, will you be a quiet woman yet? will you, speak a before my resolve take strength? will you, do but say you are sorry I ask no mends but a kiss, kindly, come: shall I hat'e? You will, remember this another time, a toad you will: J know thou lovest me, and J see the pride of thy humour; I do, and thou shalt know I do; half and hour hence we shall have you weeping on your knees, with Oh my Aspero would I had died when I rejected thee, but do, weep till J pity thee; a tooad! isle make thee creep on thy knees for a kiss. Thy bore knees, J will, and go without it to. But to touch my hand, thou wouldst, I know thou wouldst, Traitor? in thy disloyal throat thou liest. She knows me sure; well, though my joys be thrall, My comforts this, a speedy death ends all. Art sure she hates me boy. My execution! the reason of his hate? Thats not capital. I will submit, ask pardon on my knee. I'll hold thee my best jewel and thou dost. The life of that jest. What? If not, I am all thine, my humor's thy patient. I take you at your word Lady: Nay never recant, I have witness on't now: is your proud humour come down? could you not have said so at first? and saved me a la bour of dying? Live quotha? sfoot what man would be so mad to lie in his cold graven alone, and may lie in a warm bed with such a beautiful wife as this will be? have I taken your humour napping i'faith? In your humour Madam, nothing else, and I am as proud on't. In jest. You may but and you do, I shall die again. Nay in earnest madam, and then— I kiss the book. Away? isle call Hortensio, isle not be accessary to your fello nigh madam. My propernes sir contents me: for my beard, indeed that was bitten the last great frost, and so were a number of Justices of peace beside. I am called Aspero. The duke of Mantua's son that is. With all my heart sir, see what your humour's come to now go my Lord? as willingly as a slave from the galleys: for as I shall have a stronger prison, so J shall be sure of a kinder and a wiser jailer. Break prison? it both dishonour to my name, and treason to my love, what benefit were't for me to free my body, & leave my heart in bondage? isle die, ere isle harbour a disloyal thought. Shalt be my Lawyer boy and counsel me. If thy counsel prospers. Blame me not love, Am I prevented? To see me? why am I turned monster? does he take money to show me? what does a take a piece troe? Not, I thank you Lady, and yet I was neer't. Musty for want of airing. Youd be glad to take me in then. Did you ever converse with a more stranger dissolute, madam? Without me. Signet me no signets, your goldsmiths shop is Like your Swans nest, has a whole brood of signets, and all of a feather, & amongst many, one may be Like another, let none enter upon the stage where Aspero plays the madam, without Hortensio. As the Lord that gave all to his followers, and begged more for himself. If he counterfeit my voice (as mad fellows will counter fetched great men's hands, and their tongues too) rate him for't, threa ten him with the whip. Jf he call for meat promise him fair; Jf he chafe, laugh. Jf he speak fair, flout him. But nothing to content him, you hear my charge, as you respect your office regard it. Udsfoot what offence have I committed against the state, that these yron-handed Plebeians so applaud me for? I had rather thy should hate me, it makes me suspect my bosom, for they love none, but the Master's of factions, treasons, and innovations. Yes, as wise men do their flattering wives, only for show: the popular voice is Like a cry of bawling hounds, and they get the foot of a fantastic and popular-affecting statesman, they never leave him, till they have chaced him into disgrace, & then, Like hounds, are at a lose, and with their lose, see, I have found my father, safety attend you. Never doubt it father, I hau attractive stuff that will draw customers. A friend of mine Father, but daughter to your Arch enemy. Yes faith, you are out with the Father, and isle see if I can fallen in with the daughter. She has followed me through much danger. Like her and you please, id'e have no body love her but my self. There's mettle Father, how can we choose but get cock king children, when father and mother too are both of the game. Proud his assault, as proud be our re is't, Vie shot for shot, and stake down life for life, Our brest's as bold as theirs, our blood as deep, All that we'll lose, or this our gettings keep. What have I done sirrah? And have her in quiet possession? what do you think me. Great Duke I am, and prostrate on my kne , Ibeg a peace, which if your spleen deny, I proudly stand where erst I mildly kneeled, and east down bold defiance from These walls. Then stead of spears, let Hymen's torches flame With hallowed incense, and the God of spright, Swell up your veins with amorous delight: and so that up our single Comedy, Play u phrase: Si places, landite.