TIBALDO

A mere slip, you have kept good diet my lord. You see it doe's in him. I'm ill, exceeding ill. Sure I did surfeit at Lord Vannies. No, but I had a stomach to one dish, and the not tasting it, makes me sick at heart. Flesh sure, if I hit the mark right. Would I had been a thousand leagues from thence, When I sat down at's table or been partner With Angelo Lotti in his banishment; O! sister Alphonsina, there I drank My ba e the strongest poison that ever man Drew from a Ladies eye, now swelling in me. It's a green wound indeed. I am and with such mortal Arrows pierced I shall fallen down— And die unless he her pity Send me a quick and sweet recovery. Fair Darien, the Lord Vannies wife— Could love be Like a subject, tied to laws, Then might you speak this language. You shall see me then do so. If this be all the comfort you will lend me, Would you might leave me— Even what you will must out Yes sure my stomach would go against it: It's only that which breeds in me despair. Her walls of chastity cannot be beaten down. Sister you do but stretch me on the rack And with a laughing cheek increase my pain, Be rather pitiful and ease my torments By teaching me how in this dreadful storm, I may escape shipwreck and attain that shore Where I may live, here else I'm sure to die. I do conjure you by that noble blood Which makes me call you sister, cease to pour Poison into a wound, so near my heart, And if to cure Loves-pains there be and Art. Woman me thinks should know it cause she breeds it, I shall for ever thank you. For heavens sake. O! fie, fie, fie— So so. Y'ar mad, y'ar mad. You split my very heart in pieces. Away, away, cruel you are to kill, When to give life, you have both power and skill. Thou thinkest I lie in, here's such a gossiping, as if 'twere a Childbed Chamber. I would thy tongue were a man then, to lie. Good sister Alphonsina, you still play The bade Physician, I am all on fire, And you to quench me, pour on scoops of oil; I feel ten thousand plummets at my heart, Yet you cry, Lay on more and are more cruel Then all my tortures. Gentle sister, The easiest thing ith' world to beg, I crave, And the poorest Alms to give. A friendly counsel, lo that's all. Embers? I wo'd you telt em, it's a fire— And shee'le condemn me; no, I will not write. Against your charms, Witch, thus I stop mine ears. Are you mad? No, no, none else must, none shall, none can, My hunger feed but this; down will I dive, And fetch this Pearl, or never come up alive— O fie, fie. I beg it at thy hands, that being a woman, thou'It make a wonder. Hold thy tongue. I will. O sister, peace for heavens sake; here lies health Even in this bitter pill (for me) so you Would play but my Physician, and say, take it; You are offered here, to sojourn at his house: Companion with his Lady. Most true. O Sister, your high worth is known full well Gainst b see assault, a Fort Impregnable; And therefore, as you oue my life, ith' sprindge, Catch this old Woodcock. You revive me. I warrant you. It'll be a noble-battle on each side; Yet now my spirits are roused, a stratagem Lies hatching here, pray help me noble sister, to give it form and life. What think you? (The mark of man not yet set in my face) If as your sister, or your kinswoman, I go in woman's habit, for thereby, Speech, free access, fair opportunity; Are had without suspicion. My wise sister ever. Whilst you laugh at what I could almost weep. What wu'd you have me do? I have been giving her a thousand on sets, And still a blushing cheek makes me retire; I speak not three words, but my tongue is ready To ask forgiveness of her. I am sister indeed. I have deer sister, if you will but hear me. Give you the old man promise of your love, And the next night appoint him for your bed; Raped with joy, he'll seigne business of state, To leave his lady, and to lie alone, Then my request shall be, that for that night She would accept me for her bedfellow, And there's no question sister of the grant, Which being Enjoyed I doubt not but to manage And carry all so even on levill ground, That my offence shall in my love seem drowned. Sister, you have some trick (no doubt) to keep Him within compass. I doubt not but it shall. Pray madam then take me. Dear heart I humbly thank you, but I must not. Worthy Lady, This time is yours and mine. Troth I do wish it. Sure my brother Is blessed in your affection, and shall have Good time to understand so. Oh you heavens! how strangely one hour works upon and other. It was but now heartsick, and longed for meat, Which being set before me I abhor. What frights you thus from your chamber? How now? hast lost thy wits? have patience dearest sister; I protest, By all the graces that become a man, I have not wronged Darien nor her Lord. By all goodness, not With a well blush discourse fair Alissandra Supposing me your sister hath discovered The true pangs of her fancy towards Tibaldo, And in it craved my aid, which herd, Even then, My Brutish purpose broke its neck, and I Will prove the daughters husband, that came hither, A traitor to the Mother. Get to your chamber; No longer will I play the woman's partly, This night shall change my habit with my heart. I will be for your Lady.