OCTAVIO

Sons, hopeful buds of fruitful Italy, Having banished war which Like a prodigal Kept wasteful revels with our subjects blond: Since proud Anthonio our archenemy Is in his journey towards th'vnderworld, Or hovers in the shade of banishment; Let us in peace smile at our victory And every breast pass his opinion What pastime best becomes a conqueror. Manly resolved; Hippolitoes advise Noble and royal, your opinion daughter. All that you speak is but what we command Wrong neither art nor music, they are twins Born and begotten in heat, your thought of both. Well for his sex hath Flor mell discourse Of heavenly music, and since all conclude It is and art divine, we were too rude Should we reject it, music, I take great pride, To hear soft music and thy shrill voice chide. Highly my boys, I relish all delight For when the fiery spirit of hight youth Kept house within me, I was all delight: Then could I take my love, no love more fair By the smooth hand, and gazing in loves air Tell her her beauty beautified the sky, And that the sun stole lustre from her eye. Nay more my boys, when J was at your years, I went a pilgrimage through Italy, to find the shrine of some loue-hallowed Saint. Devote to beauty, I would pray for love, Desiring beauty I would sue for love, Admiring beauty I would serve for love: Pray, sue, and serve, till beauty granted love. If she denyd me, I would swear she granted, Jf she did swear that she could never love me, Then would I swear she could not choose but love me: Let her swear never so much, still have I sworn, Till she had said, I should not be forsworn. Do boys, and I will teach you how to choose them. Elect not amongst whole troops of Courtly dams, For amongst many, some must needs be ill: The seld seen Phoenix ever sits alone, Jove courted Danac when she was alone: Alone my boys, that is the only way, Ladies yield that alone, they else say nay. If her bright eye dim not the Diamond, Say it is bright, but brighter iems delight you, Jf that her breath do not perfume the air; Say it is sweet, but sweeter sweets content you. Jf that her cheek compared to the Lily, Make not the Lily black with whiter whiteness; Say it is Lily white, but black to white, When your cho e white must have such high exceeds. Should the Crow teach me, then no Lady fairer, If judgement tell me, then a many fairer: Thou art mine own, J must think well of thee, Yet Florimella many do excel thee. Do Florimella, and isle one day get, A husband for thee that shall think thee fair. Yet you will take my counsel in your choice. I daughter? are you so experiened? And elder woman might have spoken less, Yet by your leave Minion, isle watch you so, Your I shall still be governed by my no. But come my sons take pattern of great Jove, Early ith' morning suit your selves for love. How now my boys? provided for your journey? Beauty conduct you: what, attyrd Like shepherd's? I thought to-have seen you mounted on your steeds, Whose fiery stomachs from their nostrils breath The smoke of courage, and whose wanton mouths Do proudly play upon their iron bits: And you in stead of these poor weeds in robes, Richer then that which Ariadne wrought, Or Cytharaes aery-mouing vestment. Thus should you seem Like lovers suited thus, y'oude draw fair Ladies hearts into their eyes, And strike the world dead with astonishment. And gentle love conduct you both my sons, Daughter go bring them onward in their way, Were not we called back by important business, We would not leave you thus: Hortensio Is my disguise prepared, for J unknown Will see how they behave themselves in love. Once more my boys adieu: He sends you forth that means to follow you. NO more; thus suited isle attend my sons, Impute it not to any ruffian vain, But to a father's wakeful providence, Lovers Like bees are priuiledgd to taste, All buds of beauty: should they chance to light Upon some worthless weed isle hinder it: The eyes of youth will now and then dwell there, Whereas they should not glance, this doubt I fear. Thats my intent, and further in my absence I leave my land and daughter to thy charge, The girl is wanton, if she gad abroad Restrain her, bound her in his chamber door; My word's thy warrant, let her know so much: Farewell, at home I leave my fear with thee And follow doubt abroad. Now to my business, I have a strange habit, and I must cut out and humour suitable to it, and humours are picked so near the bone, a man can scarce get humour enough to give a flay his breakfast, but I am a stale ruffian, my habit is brave, and so shall my humour be, and here comes one to give me earnest of it. Shall I tell you sir Lime and hair: plaster of Paris, kneaded together with rye dow and goats milk, I am of a hight constitution, wonnot freeze. A fool or a knave choose you which. True boy, for your sweet fool and your fine knave are Like a pair of upright shoes, that gentlemen wear so long now of one foot, then of another, till they leave them never a good soale. Mine own undoing sir, service. Yes, 'tis a vacant place, filled up with a complete knave, a miserable pandar, or and absolute beggar. Because he sits before a Cloakebag. Thats when the verb he goes before his mistress and he can agree together. To a tavern, and thou woot pay for my ordinary. Nor my self neither so long as I have maintenance. I cut some few of the Mantuans throats. No, J was a Venetian commander, a great man: the reason of this question. I am his right hand. What is't? Anthonioes son? vesfoot hast any gold. Pax of honesty, it goes a begging upon crutches, and can get relief out of few but scholars, I shall not kill him? Yet you say you hate him. Make him chew a bullet then. True moulded honour I admire the temper Of thy mild patience, that not all the wrongs J laid upon thee can enforce thy spleen To fowl requital, had thy coming taken Any base level, it had cost thy life, But being free and full of honour live, Thy virtues teach me honour freely go, A secret friends worse then and open for: You are too honest for my attendance, farewell sir. Look you sir, I am Like and irish beggar, and and English burr, will stick close where I find a good nap, I must and will dwell with you. Still Aquanit , stamp Crabs, and make mustard, I can do as much as all the men you keep Why undo you, and twenty could do no more, but busi nes, come my wits grow rusty for employment. My mother was a midwife. I am one of C pids ageats, have Ovid's are a andi and un gues, know and can apply emedium, and minister effec tum to a hair, but why do you ask have you trave st and Actium in loves spiritual court And without dissembling yowl never out of it, but tell me true, are you in love already or would you des e to be in love 'Tis good to doubt, but to S not good to fear, Yet still to doubt, will at the lest prove fear; Doubt love, 'tis good, but 'tis not good to fear it, Love hurts them most, that least of all come near it. Doubtless it is if you S doubt not love Yes, much: when men misdoubt, 'tis said they fear No not in love, doubt then I 'Tis good to doubt before you be I love, Doubt counsel , how loves misery. To equal love, I Like experience speak. Experience wanting lovers, truth I tell, Young wits be wife, in love live constant still, You needs nor doubt good hap not misdoubt ill. What? speechless? will you make dumb virgins of them? So is the sun of heaven, yet he smiles on the bramble as well as the Lily, kisses the check of a beggar as lovingly as a gentlewoman, and 'tis good to imitate, him 'tis good. Foot are ye not asha worser to staved by Like idle iphers, & such places of account void? and they had been rich offices and you poor Courtiers, you would have been in them in all e the time. Nothing against stomach and you love me. Come ye so near as choice: then 'tis time for me to stop for fear the music run too far out of tune, how now gallants? in dumps. Thats a dump, loves nothing but and Jtalian dump or a French brawl. And it in tune I confess it, but you take your parts too low, you are treble Courtiers, and will never agree with these Country Mynnikins, the musics too base, never meddle in't. Is it accounted sin to speak the truth. They do not fit your callings, let them go. J am your friend, and wish you from this love. Never! Stay. Hate. J boys? will Eagles Eglets turn to bastards. Then must J change my vain, and once more prove, To teach you how to hate aswell as love. Exit. The match is made, th'are even upon going. Why as poor parents and dutiful servants should do, run amongst the bushes and catch flies. 'Twill be a match, they are beating the price already. A word with you, you mean to marry these wenches, And are going to contract your selves. God speed you: I would have you marry on saint Lukes day. Because J would offer at your wedding. Not if I live, this malady of love, Js grown so strong, it will not be driven out. To see the folly of a doting father; What toil I had to fashion them to love, And how 'tis doubled to misfashion them. They shall not wed, yet how shall J prevent it? Fearing th'euent I have forethought a means, And here it lies, swaggering becomes not age, Now Like the Fox, isle go a pilgrimage. Frolic my boys, I come to mar your sport, Your Country music must not play at Court. But first, isle write back to Hortensio For apprehension of young Aspero: They have not yet dynde, isle bid my self their guest Religion beg? a fashion in request. Exit. Your father thanks you, but hot-sprighted you that, Take counsel from experience, ere ye tie The gordian knot which none but heaven can lose, Crave his consent: when and imperial Shakes a weak shed, the building Not Jove! Then to your love is And your Then lend me all your hands, While thus a father's tongue forbids the bans, discovers himself Forgetful boys, but most audacious traitor, That durst in thought consent to wrong thy Prince, Out of my fight; no Land that calls me Lord, Shall bear a weight so hateful as they self: Live ever banishd, if (three days expire) Thou or these lustful strumpets. Boys; If you be mine show't in obedience: If (three days passed) you live within my dukedom, Thee as a slave isle doom unto the galleys, And these thy brats as common prostitutes Shall dry their lustful veins in the Come boys, to Court; he that first lives, Will to your births provide you equal Tut, lovers oaths, Like toys writ down in Are soon blown over, contracts are common wiles, Tintangle fools, Jove himself sits and smiles At lovers perjuries, bawd, strumpets hence, My bosom's charged, give way to violence: Come do not mind them. True, but that was before Angels Had power to make them devils; they were then Fiend to themselves, and Angels unto men. W en upon Po thou findest a coalblack swan, Th'ast found a woman constant to a man. Never afore. It does; new theames Must have new change of Rhetoric; all streams Flow not alike one way; when I spoke Like a lover, Jt was to break you from your soldiers humour; Having made you lovers, I, Like Envy, speak To make you hate love; Art still strives to break Bade to make better: Then onward to the Court, Make us of love, as school-boys do of sport. His breasts too full of honour; trusty Julio? What weighty business draws thee from thy charge? Him let them seek in the vast shades of death, as for his son. More villain thou. Although my foe, he's honorably tempered, Yet armed against my life go call him forth, Guard in my safety with ring of steel, And mark how proudly heel demean revenge. With a knave is't not? Villain where's Aspero. Js he escaped and Florimel with him? Hortensio thy head shall answered. Urge no excuse, away with him to prison. Nay you sir too, shall taste of the same sauce, away with both, How, my sons love the daughters of my foe! it cannot be, Why how now sons, is this your worth in arms. Then boys, you love the daughters of Anthonio. And you will love them. I, run away are you there? whom would your Ladyship God to your husband? Is he not son unto Anthonio? Nomore your loves make my proudhart ashamed, Your consort's sweet, and isle not be a mean To make it jar: what my sons Like shall stand, By my consent, allowed and perfected; all hate is banished, and revenge lies dead. Have we not Padua Shalt be revenged, give me money, isle be thy snail & score out a silver path to his confusion.