SCAENA
,
1.
Enter
Iacomo
.
Jac.
I
smell
a
match
agen
,
the
Duke
will
fetch
her
about
,
here
was
another
Ambassadour
at
Dinner
,
and
his
Highnesse
is
againe
expected
,
in
confidence
of
my
place
that
shall
bee
,
I
will
continue
my
state
posture
,
vse
my
toothpicke
with
discretion
,
and
cough
distinctly
,
what
can
hinder
my
rising
?
I
am
no
Scholler
,
that
exception
is
taken
away
,
for
most
of
our
states
men
,
doe
hold
it
a
sawcie
thing
,
for
any
of
their
Seruants
,
to
be
wiser
then
themselues
,
obserue
the
inuentorie
of
a
great
Noblemans
house
,
marke
the
number
of
the
learned
,
I
le
begin
with
them
.
imprimis
,
Chaplaines
and
Schoole
▪
masters
one
,
two
Pages
,
3.
Gentlemen
,
4.
Footemen
,
6.
Horses
,
8
Seruing
creatures
,
and
10.
couple
of
Dogs
.
a
very
Noble
family
.
Enter
Dulcino
.
Dul.
Worthy
Sir
—
Jac.
My
Lady
shall
be
at
leisure
for
you
presently
—
It
may
bee
you
would
speake
with
mee
first
?
Dulc.
I
only
entreat
my
Lady
may
haue
knowledge
that
I
waite
here
.
Iac,
I
will
enrich
my
Ladies
vnderstanding
,
I
le
say
nothing
else
but
that
you
are
here
shall
I
?
that
's
enough
if
you
haue
another
Letter
.
Dulc.
What
then
?
Iac
▪
I
would
wish
you
deliuer
it
to
her
owne
hand
,
but
vnder
your
fauour
,
the
contents
of
the
last
Chapter
,
had
like
to
vndone
vs
all
,
and
Cupid
had
not
bin
more
mercifull
.
Dulc
Feare
nothing
,
the
newes
I
bring
,
will
make
you
merry
.
Jac.
I
de
laugh
at
that
,
howsoeuer
you
are
heartily
welcome
and
euer
shall
bee
,
you
doe
heare
no
harme
of
the
Duke
?
Dulc.
No
harme
?
Iac
▪
You
shall
heare
more
shortly
,
I
say
no
more
,
but
heauen
blesse
my
Lady
and
his
Highnesse
together
,
for
my
part
though
I
speake
a
proud
word
—
I
le
tell
my
Lady
that
you
attend
her
.
Exit
.
Dulc.
I
prethee
do
,
and
hasten
the
discharge
Of
my
sad
Embassie
,
which
when
I
haue
done
,
And
that
it
prospers
in
mine
owne
misfortune
,
I
le
teach
my
breath
to
pray
.
Enter
Cleona
,
Fabrichio
,
Iacomo
.
Fabr.
A
glorious
fate
Courts
your
acceptance
,
and
I
hope
your
〈◊〉
Will
teach
you
how
to
meete
it
,
y
'aue
receiu'd
His
Highnesse
bosome
,
now
I
le
take
my
leaue
,
Cleon
:
Will
you
not
see
the
Prince
againe
?
Fabr.
I
saw
his
Highnesse
walking
with
Grimund
▪
Toward
the
Garden
,
and
the
Duke
expects
me
▪
—
Thinke
of
a
Dutches
Madam
.
Cleona
:
I
'me
not
worthy
,
And
needs
must
sinke
,
vnder
the
weight
of
such
A
title
,
my
humblest
Seruice
to
his
Grace
,
I
am
his
beades-woman
.
Exit
Fabrichio
.
Jac.
Madam
,
here
's
the
Youth
.
Cl.
Art
thou
return'd
already
?
why
were
you
So
rude
to
make
him
waite
.
Dulc.
Since
I
arriu'd
,
T
is
but
a
paire
of
minutes
.
Cleon.
They
are
worth
As
many
dayes
.
Iac.
He
shall
be
with
your
Ladiship
,
Next
time
,
before
he
come
,
when
I
but
spy
him
A
mile
off
,
I
le
acquaint
you
,
in
my
duty
To
your selfe
,
and
my
honour
vnto
him
.
Cleon.
Withdraw
.
Jac.
Here
is
no
couch
,
I
doe
not
like
My
Ladies
familiarity
with
a
boy
,
Me thinkes
a
man
were
fitter
,
and
more
able
To
giue
her
a
refreshing
,
but
this
Lobby
Shall
be
my
next
remoue
.
Exit
and
stayes
behind
the
hangings
.
Dulc.
You
will
repent
This
welcome
Madam
.
Cleon.
What
harsh
sound
is
that
?
Thy
lookes
vpon
a
suddaine
are
become
Dismall
,
thy
brow
dull
as
Saturnes
is
.
Thy
lips
are
hung
with
blacke
,
as
if
thy
tongue
Were
to
pronounce
some
Funerall
.
Dulc.
It
is
,
But
let
your
vertue
place
a
guard
about
Your
eare
,
it
is
too
weake
a
sence
to
trust
With
a
sad
tale
,
that
may
disperse
too
soone
.
The
killing
Syllables
,
and
some
one
,
or
other
Find
out
your
heart
.
Cleon
:
The
Mandrake
hath
no
voice
Like
this
,
the
Rauen
,
and
the
night
birds
sing
More
soft
,
nothing
in
Nature
,
to
which
feare
Hath
made
vs
superstitious
,
but
speakes
gently
Compar'd
with
thee
,
discharge
thy
fatall
burden
,
I
am
prepar'd
,
or
stay
,
but
answere
me
,
I
will
and
saue
thee
breath
,
and
quickly
know
The
totall
of
my
sorrow
,
is
Foscari
Dead
since
I
saw
thee
last
?
Or
hath
some
wound
,
Or
other
dire
misfortune
seal'd
him
for
The
graue
,
that
though
he
yet
liue
,
I
may
bid
My
heart
dispaire
to
see
him
?
Dulc.
None
of
these
,
Since
last
I
saw
you
Madam
.
Cleona
.
None
of
these
?
Then
I
despise
all
sorrow
boy
,
there
is
Not
left
another
mischiefe
in
my
fate
,
Call
home
thy
beautie
,
why
dost
looke
so
pale
?
See
I
am
arm'd
,
and
can
with
valiant
bloud
,
Heare
thee
discourse
of
my
terrour
row
,
Me thinkes
I
can
in
the
assurance
of
His
safety
,
heare
of
Battailes
,
Tempest
,
Death
,
With
all
the
horrid
shapes
that
Poets
fancie
,
Tell
me
the
tale
of
Troy
,
or
Rome
on
fire
,
Rich
in
the
trophies
of
the
conquered
world
,
I
will
not
shed
so
many
teares
,
to
saue
The
temples
,
as
my
ioy
doth
sacrifice
,
To
heare
my
Lord
is
well
.
Dulc.
Turne
them
to
griefe
,
Agen
,
and
here
let
me
kneele
,
the
accuser
Of
him
,
that
hath
deseru'd
more
punishment
,
Then
your
wrong'd
pietie
will
inflict
.
Cleon
,
Dost
kneele
,
And
call
thy selfe
accuser
?
Dulc.
Yes
.
Cleon.
Of
whom
?
Thy
Lord
,
take
heed
,
for
if
I
be
a
Iudge
I
shall
condemne
thee
ere
thou
speake
.
Dulc.
You
may
,
But
I
accuse
my selfe
,
and
of
an
iniurie
To
you
.
Cleona
.
To
mee
?
Dulc,
Too
great
to
be
forgiuen
.
Cleon
:
My
loue
to
him
thou
seru'st
,
hath
found
a
pardon
Already
for
it
,
be
it
an
offence
Against
my
life
.
Dulc.
For
his
sake
,
you
must
punish
,
Deare
Madam
,
I
haue
sinn'd
against
his
Ghost
,
In
my
deceiuing
you
.
Cleona
.
His
Ghost
?
Dulc.
And
if
.
His
Soule
hath
not
forgotten
how
he
loued
you
,
I
must
expect
him
to
affright
my
dreames
.
And
prooue
my
waking
euill
,
the
truth
is
,
My
Lord
is
dead
.
Cleon.
How
dead
?
when
?
where
?
did
I
Not
heare
thee
say
,
since
I
receiu'd
his
Letter
,
He
was
aliue
?
Dulc.
No
Madam
.
Cleon.
Be
not
impious
.
Dulc,
I
said
that
neither
death
,
nor
any
blacke
Misfortune
had
befalne
him
,
since
I
gaue
The
Letter
to
you
.
Cleona
.
Grant
this
truth
,
I
am
Secur'd
agen
.
Dulc:
'Las
he
was
dead
before
,
I
'm
sure
you
could
not
chuse
but
heare
as
much
,
It
was
my
wickednesse
arriu'd
,
to
mocke
Your
credulous
heart
,
with
a
deuised
Letter
,
I
know
you
are
in
wonder
,
what
should
moue
mee
,
To
this
imposture
,
sure
it
was
no
malice
,
For
you
nere
iniur'd
me
,
and
that
doth
make
My
crime
the
more
deform'd
,
all
my
ayme
was
,
Beeing
a
stranger
here
,
and
wanting
meanes
After
my
Lords
death
,
by
this
cunning
,
to
Procure
some
bounty
from
you
,
to
sustaine
My
life
,
vntill
by
some
good
fortune
,
I
Might
get
another
Master
,
for
I
knew
There
was
no
hope
to
benefit
my selfe
,
By
saying
he
was
dead
,
good
Heauen
forgiue
me
And
keepe
my
eyes
from
weeping
.
Cleon.
Thou
hast
vndone
me
,
Like
a
most
cruell
boy
.
Dulc.
Madam
,
I
hope
I
shall
repaire
the
ruines
of
your
eye
,
When
I
declare
the
cause
,
that
leades
me
to
This
strange
confession
,
I
haue
obseru'd
The
Duke
does
loue
you
,
loue
you
in
that
way
,
You
can
deserue
him
,
and
though
I
haue
sinn'd
,
I
am
not
stubborne
in
my
fault
,
to
suffer
you
,
In
the
beliefe
of
my
deceitfull
story
,
To
wrong
your
fortune
,
by
neglect
of
him
,
Can
bring
your
merit
such
addition
,
Of
state
and
title
.
Cleona
:
Doest
thou
mocke
agen
?
Dulc:
Heauen
knowes
,
I
haue
no
thought
of
such
impiety
,
If
you
will
not
beleeue
,
that
for
your
sake
I
haue
betrayed
my selfe
,
yet
be
so
charitable
,
To
thinke
it
something
of
my
duty
,
to
The
Duke
,
whose
ends
,
while
they
are
just
,
and
noble
,
All
loyall
Subiects
,
ought
to
serue
,
for
him
.
Whom
I
am
bound
to
honour
,
and
I
loue
him
,
Else
may
I
neuer
know
one
day
of
comfort
,
I
durst
not
without
guilt
of
treason
,
to
His
chast
desires
,
deceiue
you
any
longer
,
Collect
your selfe
deere
Madam
,
in
the
graue
,
There
dwels
no
musicke
,
in
the
Dukes
embrace
You
meete
a
perfect
happinesse
.
Cleona
:
Begon
,
And
neuer
see
me
more
,
who euer
knew
Falshood
so
ripe
at
thy
yeares
?
Exit
,
Dulc:
Is
not
yet
My
poore
heart
broke
?
hath
nature
giuen
it
So
strong
a
temper
,
that
no
wound
will
kill
me
?
What
charme
was
in
my
gratitude
to
make
me
Vndoe
so
many
comforts
with
one
breath
,
Or
was
it
for
some
sinne
I
had
to
satisfie
?
I
haue
not
onely
widowed
Cleona
,
But
made
my selfe
a
miserie
beneath
,
An
Orphant
,
I
nere
came
to
haue
a
friend
,
I
ha
destroy'd
my
hope
,
that
little
hope
,
I
had
to
be
so
happy
.
Iacomo
comes
forth
.
Iacom.
Is
't
e'ne
so
?
My
friend
,
what
make
you
here
?
who
sent
for
you
?
begon
d
ee
heare
,
begon
I
say
the
word
too
,
there
is
a
Porters
lodge
else
,
where
you
may
haue
due
chastisement
,
you
le
begon
.
Dulc.
I'm●
sorry
,
I
haue
offended
Sir
.
Exit
Dulc.
Iac.
So
am
not
I
,
Let
me
see
,
somebody
is
dead
,
if
I
knew
who
,
no
matter
't
is
one
that
my
Lady
lou'd
,
and
I
am
glad
to
heare
it
,
for
mine
ownesake
,
now
Uenus
speed
the
Dukes
plough
and
turne
me
loose
to
a
priuy
Conncellor
.
Enter
Soranzo
.
Sor.
Signior
Iacomo
,
where
's
your
Lady
?
Iac.
She
is
within
my
good
Lord
,
wilt
please
you
Walke
this
way
?
Sor.
Prethee
make
hast
,
the
Duke
is
comming
.
Exeunt
.
Iac.
I
small
him
hither
to
,
Enter
Iacomo
presently
.
So
so
,
I
will
take
this
opportunity
,
to
present
my selfe
to
his
Highnesse
,
that
hee
may
take
particular
notice
,
of
my
bulke
and
personage
,
hee
may
chance
speake
to
me
,
I
haue
common
places
to
answer
any
ordinary
question
,
and
for
other
,
he
shall
find
by
my
impudence
,
I
come
not
short
of
a
perfect
Courtier
.
Here
hee
comes
,
I
will
dissemble
some
contemplation
,
and
with
my
hat
on
,
giue
him
cause
to
obserue
me
the
better
.
Enter
the
Duke
,
and
Lords
.
Duke
,
What
fellowes
that
?
Giot.
A
Seruant
of
Cleona's
.
Fabr.
Signior
?
The
Duke
extends
his
band
,
Iacomo
kisses
it
.
Jacom,
Your
Highnesse
humble
creature
,
you
haue
blest
my
lips
,
and
I
will
weare
them
thredbare
,
with
my
prayers
,
for
your
Graces
immortall
prosperitie
.
Enter
Soranzo
.
Duke
,
Soranzo
is
return'd
,
How
fares
Cleona
?
Sor.
My
Lord
not
well
,
I
found
her
full
of
sadnesse
,
which
is
increast
,
shee
cannot
as
becomes
her
duty
,
obserue
your
Highnesse
.
Iacom:
One
word
with
your
Grace
in
priuate
,
shee
is
as
well
,
as
either
you
,
or
I
.
Duke
,
Sayst
thou
so
?
Jacom,
There
came
indeed
before
you
certaine
newes
,
that
a
noble
Gentleman
,
I
know
not
who
,
and
therefore
he
shall
bee
namelesse
,
but
some
deare
friend
of
hers
,
is
dead
,
and
that
's
all
,
and
that
has
put
her
into
a
melancholy
mood
,
with
your
gracious
pardon
,
if
I
were
worthy
to
bee
one
of
your
Counsellours
—
Duke
,
What
then
?
Iaco.
I
would
aduise
you
,
as
others
doe
,
to
take
your
owne
course
,
your
Grace
knowes
best
,
what
is
to
be
done
.
Duke
.
So
Sir
;
Didst
thou
not
see
that
pretty
boy
I
told
thee
of
?
Soranzo
.
No
my
good
Lord
.
Duke
,
We
are
resolu'd
to
comfort
her
,
set
forward
.
Grim.
You
had
simple
grace
?
Iac.
A
touch
or
so
,
a
beame
with
which
his
Highnesse
,
Doth
vse
to
keepe
desert
warme
,
good
my
Lord
,
It
is
not
come
to
that
yet
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Foscari
.
and
a
Servant
.
Fosc:
Goe
to
the
next
religious
house
,
and
pray
,
Some
Holy
Father
come
and
speake
with
mee
,
But
hasten
thy
returne
,
I
dare
not
looke
on
Exit
Serv.
My selfe
,
least
I
forget
to
doe
her
honour
,
And
my
heart
prooue
a
partiall
Aduocate
,
I
must
not
entertaine
with
the
same
thought
,
Cleona
and
my
Loue
,
least
my
owne
passion
Betray
the
resolution
,
I
ha
made
,
To
make
my
seruice
famous
to
all
ages
,
A
legend
that
may
startle
wanton
bloud
,
And
strike
a
chilnesse
through
the
actiue
veines
Of
noblest
Louers
,
when
they
heare
,
or
read
,
That
to
advance
a
Mistresse
,
I
haue
giuen
her
▪
From
mine
owne
heart
,
if
any
shall
be
so
Impious
at
my
memory
,
to
say
I
could
not
doe
this
act
,
and
loue
her
too
,
Some
power
diuine
,
that
knew
how
much
I
lou'd
her
,
Some
Angell
that
hath
care
to
right
the
dead
,
Punish
that
crime
for
me
,
and
yet
me thinks
,
In
such
a
cause
my
owne
enraged
Spirit
,
In
pitty
of
my
ashes
,
so
prophan'd
,
Should
nimbly
lift
my
sweating
marble
vp
,
And
leape
into
my
dust
,
which
new
inlifen'd
Should
walk
to
him
,
that
questioned
my
honor
,
And
be
its
owne
reuenger
,
he
is
come
.
Enter
Valentio
,
a
religious
man
.
Welcome
good
Father
,
I
sent
to
intreat
your
helpe
,
but
first
,
pray
tell
me
,
I
haue
no
perfect
memory
,
what
Saint
Giues
title
to
your
Order
?
Val.
Wee
doe
weare
The
Scapular
of
Saint
Bennet
Sir
.
Fosc.
Your
Charity
Make
you
still
worthy
of
that
reuerend
habit
,
I
haue
a
great
Deuotion
,
to
bee
made
A
Brother
of
your
sacred
institution
,
What
persons
of
great
birth
hath
it
receiu'd
?
Val.
To
fashion
my
reply
to
your
demaund
,
Is
not
to
boast
,
though
I
proclaime
the
honours
Of
our
profession
;
Foure
Emperours
,
Forty
sixe
Kings
,
and
one
and
fiftie
Queenes
,
Haue
chang'd
their
Royall
Ermines
for
our
sables
,
These
Cowles
haue
cloth'd
the
heads
of
fourteene
hundred
,
And
sixe
Kings
Sonnes
,
of
Dukes
,
great
Marquises
,
And
Earles
,
two
thousand
and
aboue
foure
hundred
Haue
turn'd
their
Princely
Coronets
,
into
An
humble
Corronet
of
haire
of
haire
▪
left
by
The
Razour
thus
.
Fosc.
No
,
it
is
not
.
There
is
a
Sunne
ten
times
more
glorious
,
Then
that
which
riseth
in
the
East
,
attracts
me
To
feed
vpon
his
sweet
beames
,
and
become
A
Bird
of
Paradice
,
a
religious
man
To
rise
from
earth
,
and
no
more
to
turne
backe
,
But
for
a
buriall
.
Val.
Thinke
what
t
is
you
doe
,
It
is
no
thing
to
play
the
wanton
with
,
In
the
strong
bended
passion
of
an
humour
,
For
a
friends
death
,
a
Kings
frowne
,
or
perhaps
Losse
of
a
Mistresse
.
Fosc.
O
still
blesse
the
guide
What euer
,
that
shall
leade
this
happy
way
.
Val.
My
Lord
,
the
truth
is
like
your
coate
of
armes
,
Richest
when
plainest
,
I
doe
feare
the
world
Hath
tir'd
you
,
and
you
seeke
a
cell
to
rest
in
,
As
Birdes
that
wing
it
o're
the
Sea
,
seeke
ships
,
Till
they
get
breath
,
and
then
they
slie
away
.
Fosc.
Doe
not
mistake
a
piety
,
I
am
prepar'd
And
can
endure
your
strict
mortifications
,
Good
Father
then
preferre
my
humble
Suite
,
To
your
Superiour
for
the
habit
,
and
Let
me
not
long
expect
you
,
say
I
am
,
Noble
,
but
humblest
in
my
thoughts
.
Val.
I
goe
,
Meane
time
examine
well
this
new
desire
,
Whether
't
be
a
wild
flash
,
or
a
Heauenly
fire
.
Exit
.
Fosc.
Now
my
good
boy
.
Enter
Dulcino
.
Dulc.
Sir
,
your
command
is
done
,
And
she
beleeues
?
Fosc:
That
I
am
dead
Dulcino
?
Dulc:
That
you
are
dead
,
and
as
shee
now
scorn'd
life
▪
Death
lends
her
cheekes
his
palenesse
,
and
her
eyes
Tell
downe
their
drops
of
siluer
to
the
earth
,
Wishing
her
teares
might
raine
vpon
your
graue
▪
To
make
the
gentle
earth
produce
some
flower
,
Should
beare
your
names
and
memories
.
Fosc.
But
thou
seest
,
I
liue
Dulcino
.
Dulc:
Sir
I
should
bee
blest
,
If
I
did
see
you
sought
the
meanes
to
liue
,
And
to
liue
happily
,
O
noble
Sir
,
Let
mee
vntread
my
steps
,
vnsay
my
words
,
And
tell
your
loue
,
you
liue
.
Fosc.
No
my
sweet
Boy
,
Shee
thinkes
not
much
amisse
,
I
am
a
man
But
of
an
houre
or
two
,
my
will
is
made
,
And
now
I
goe
,
neuer
more
cheerefully
,
To
giue
eternall
farewell
to
my
friends
.
Dulc.
For
Heauens
sake
Sir
,
what
's
this
you
meane
to
do
?
There
is
a
feare
sits
cold
vpon
my
heart
,
And
tels
me
—
Fosc:
Let
it
not
misinforme
thee
Boy
,
I
le
vse
no
violence
to
my selfe
,
I
am
Resolu'd
a
course
,
wherein
I
will
not
doubt
,
But
thou
wilt
beare
mee
company
?
wee
le
enter
Into
Religion
.
Dulc:
Into
Religion
?
Fosc.
O
t
is
a
Heauenly
life
,
goe
with
me
boy
,
Wee
'l
imitate
the
singing
Angels
there
,
Learne
how
to
keepe
a
Quire
in
Heauen
,
and
scorne
Earths
transitory
glorie
,
wo't
Dulcino
?
Dulc.
Alas
my
Lord
,
I
am
too
young
.
Fosc.
Too
young
To
serve
Heauen
?
Neuer
,
neuer
,
O
take
heed
.
Of
such
excuse
.
Dulc:
Alas
,
what
shall
I
doe
?
And
yet
I
'me
weary
of
the
world
,
but
how
Can
I
doe
this
?
I
am
not
yet
discouered
,
Sir
,
I
shall
still
attend
you
.
Fosc:
Th'
art
my
comfort
,
I
haue
propounded
it
already
,
to
A
Benedictine
,
by
whose
meanes
we
may
Obtaine
the
habit
,
stay
thou
and
expect
him
,
I
must
bee
absent
for
a
little
time
,
To
finish
something
,
will
conduce
,
to
my
Eternall
quiet
,
if
th'
hast
any
scruple
,
Hee
will
direct
thee
,
hauing
both
made
euen
With
earth
,
wee
le
trauaile
hand
,
in
hand
to
heauen
.
Exit
.
Dulc.
Fortune
hath
lent
me
a
prospectiue
glasse
,
By
which
I
haue
a
looke
beyond
all
ioyes
,
To
a
new
world
of
miserie
,
what
's
my
best
Let
it
be
so
,
for
I
am
hopelesse
now
,
And
it
were
well
,
if
when
those
weedes
I
haue
,
That
I
might
goe
disguised
to
my
graue
.
Exit
.
Enter
Lodwicke
,
and
Grimundo
.
Lodw
,
This
is
strange
.
Grim.
You
know
I
haue
giuen
you
many
precepts
of
honestie
?
Lodw.
And
you
know
how
I
haue
followed
em
.
Grim.
To
mine
owne
heart
,
I
haue
made
tedious
discourses
of
Heauen
to
yee
,
and
the
morrall
vertues
,
numbred
vp
the
duties
of
a
good
Prince
,
vrg'd
examples
of
vertues
,
for
your
imitation
.
Lodw.
To
much
purpose
.
Grim.
Seem'd
to
sweat
with
agony
and
vexation
,
for
your
obstinate
courses
,
reproou'd
you
,
nay
sometimes
made
complaints
of
you
,
to
the
Duke
.
Lodw
,
And
I
ha
curst
you
for
it
,
I
remember
.
Grim.
Alas
my
Lord
,
I
durst
doe
no
otherwise
,
was
not
the
Duke
your
Father
an
honest
man
,
and
your
Brother
now
foolishly
takes
after
him
,
whose
credulities
,
when
I
had
already
coozened
,
I
was
bound
to
appeare
stoicall
,
to
preserue
the
opinion
they
had
conceiued
of
me
.
Lodw.
Possible
.
Grim.
It
speakes
discretion
and
abilities
,
in
States-men
,
to
apply
themselues
to
their
Princes
disposition
,
vary
a
thousand
shapes
,
if
he
be
honest
,
we
put
on
a
forme
of
grauity
,
if
he
be
vitious
,
we
are
Parasites
,
indeed
in
a
politique
Common
wealth
,
if
you
obserue
well
,
there
is
nothing
but
the
appearance
,
and
likenesse
of
things
that
carrieth
opinion
,
your
great
men
will
appeare
odde
,
and
phantasticall
,
and
fooles
are
often
taken
for
wise
Officers
,
your
most
actiue
gallants
,
seeme
to
carry
their
owne
haire
,
and
your
handsomest
Ladies
their
owne
faces
,
you
cannot
know
a
Secretary
from
a
Scholler
in
blacke
,
nor
a
Gentleman
Vsher
in
Scarlet
,
from
a
Captaine
,
your
Iudge
that
is
all
compos'd
of
Mercy
,
hath
still
the
face
of
a
Phylosopher
,
and
to
some
is
more
terrible
and
crabbed
,
then
the
Law
it selfe
.
All
things
are
but
representation
,
and
my
Lord
,
howsoeuer
I
haue
appear'd
to
you
,
I
am
at
heart
one
of
your
owne
Sect
,
an
Epicure
,
bee
but
so
subtle
to
seeme
honest
,
as
I
doe
,
and
we
will
laugh
at
the
foolish
world
in
our
Cels
,
declaime
against
intemperate
liuers
,
and
hug
our
owne
Licentiousnesse
,
while
wee
surfet
our
Soules
in
the
darke
with
Nectar
and
Ambrosia
.
Lod.
Can
this
be
earnest
,
you
did
talke
of
Hell
and
Bug-beares
.
Grim,
I
confesse
,
and
were
you
in
publique
,
I
would
vrge
many
other
empty
names
to
fright
you
,
put
on
my
Holyday
countenance
,
and
talke
nothing
but
diuinity
,
and
golden
sentences
,
looke
like
a
supersticious
Elder
,
with
a
starch'd
face
,
and
a
tunable
nose
,
whilst
he
is
edifying
his
Neighbors
woman
.
Lod.
You
were
a
Christian
,
how
came
you
to
be
conuerted
.
Grim.
I
thinke
I
had
a
name
giuen
me
,
and
that
's
all
I
retaine
,
I
could
neuer
endure
really
,
their
seuere
discipline
,
marry
for
my
preferment
,
and
other
politique
ends
,
I
haue
,
and
can
still
dispence
,
with
fasting
,
prayer
,
and
a
thousand
fond
austerities
,
though
I
doe
penance
for
em
in
priuate
.
Lod.
Let
me
aske
you
one
question
,
were
you
neuer
drunk
?
Grim,
A
thousand
times
in
my
study
,
that
's
one
of
my
recreations
.
Lodw.
How
chance
I
could
neuer
see
't
in
you
,
you
know
I
would
ha
beene
drunke
for
company
.
Grim.
But
I
durst
not
trust
so
young
a
sinner
,
for
I
alwayes
held
it
a
maxime
,
to
doe
wickednesse
with
circumspection
.
Lodw.
Wickednesse
?
Grim.
I
speake
in
the
phrase
of
the
foolish
world
,
that
holds
voluptuousnesse
a
crime
,
which
you
and
I
,
and
euery
wise
man
knowes
,
to
be
the
onely
happinesse
of
life
,
and
the
inheritance
,
we
are
borne
to
.
Lodw.
But
stay
,
how
comes
it
to
passe
,
that
accounting
me
so
young
a
sinner
,
you
now
aduenture
to
discouer
your selfe
?
Grim.
To
you
?
Loaw.
To
mee
.
Grim.
Good
my
Lord
conceiue
me
,
you
were
a
young
sinner
,
and
in
your
Nonage
,
does
that
inferre
that
you
haue
made
no
growth
,
that
y'
are
a
child
still
,
doe
thinke
that
I
ha
not
wit
to
distinguish
a
Principiant
in
vice
,
from
a
Graduate
,
shall
I
be
afraid
to
lay
open
my
secretst
impieties
to
you
,
that
are
almost
as
perfect
as
my selfe
in
Epicurisme
,
I
beseech
you
,
doe
not
thinke
,
I
ha
so
little
manners
to
vndervalue
you
.
Lodw.
Very
well
,
proceed
.
Grim.
And
yet
my
Lord
,
with
your
princely
license
,
you
may
learn
too
,
and
indeed
the
first
vertue
that
I
would
commend
to
your
practice
should
be
that
,
by
which
I
haue
attain'd
to
this
height
,
and
opinion
,
and
that
's
Hypocrisie
.
Lodw.
Hypocrisie
?
Grim.
Yes
,
a
delicate
white
diuell
,
doe
but
fashion
your selfe
to
seeme
holy
,
and
studie
to
be
worse
in
priuate
,
worse
,
you
le
find
your selfe
more
actiue
in
your
sensualitie
,
and
it
will
be
an other
titillation
,
to
thinke
what
an
asse
you
make
a'
the
beleeuing
world
,
that
will
be
readie
to
dote
,
nay
superstitiously
adore
you
,
for
abusing
them
.
Lodw.
This
is
pretty
wholsome
doctrine
,
and
harke
you
,
ha
you
no
wenches
now
and
then
?
Grim.
Wenches
?
would
the
Duke
your
Brother
had
so
many
for
his
owne
sake
,
or
you
either
.
Lodw.
Hast
ifaith
?
Grim.
Faith
?
why
judge
by
your selfe
,
how
d
ee
thinke
a
man
should
subsist
,
wenching
?
why
t
is
the
top-branch
,
the
heart
,
the
very
Soule
of
pleasure
,
I
le
not
giue
a
chip
to
bee
an
Emperour
,
and
I
may
not
curuet
as
often
as
my
constitution
requires
,
Lecherie
is
the
Monarch
of
Delight
,
whose
Throne
is
in
the
bloud
,
to
which
all
other
sinnes
doe
homage
,
and
bow
like
seruiceable
Vassailes
,
petty
Subiects
in
the
Dominion
of
flesh
—
Wenches
Why
I
haue
as
many
—
yet
now
I
thinke
better
on
't
,
I
le
keepe
that
to
my selfe
,
store
makes
a
good
prouerbe
.
Lodw.
Nay
nay
,
be
free
and
open
to
mee
,
you
haue
my
oath
not
to
betray
.
Grim.
Well
,
I
le
not
bee
nice
to
you
,
you
little
imagine
(
though
I
be
married
,
)
that
I
am
the
greatest
whoremaster
i'
th
Dukedome
.
Lodw.
Not
the
greatest
?
Grim:
Haue
a
strong
faith
and
saue
my
proofes
,
I
?
the
Vsurer
doe
not
hoard
vp
his
gold
,
nor
the
Countrey
oppressor
his
Corne
more
against
a
deare
yeare
,
but
Caute
si
non
Caste
,
my
Nunne
at
home
knowes
nothing
,
like
a
Mole
in
the
earth
,
I
worke
deeps
,
but
inuisible
;
I
haue
my
priuate
Houses
,
my
Granaries
,
my
Magasines
bully
,
as
many
Concubines
,
as
would
collected
,
furnish
the
Great
Turkes
Seraglio
.
Lodw.
How
doe
you
conceale
'em
,
I
should
nere
keepe
halfe
so
many
▪
but
't
would
be
knowne
.
Grim:
You
are
then
a
Nouice
in
the
Art
of
Uenus
,
and
will
tell
Tales
out
a'
the
Schoole
,
like
your
weake
Gallants
o'
the
first
chin
,
that
will
brag
what
Ladies
they
haue
brought
to
their
obedience
,
that
thinke
it
a
mighty
honour
,
to
discourse
how
many
Fortes
they
haue
beleaguerd
,
how
many
they
haue
taken
by
battery
,
how
many
by
composition
,
and
how
many
by
Stratagem
;
that
will
proclaime
,
how
this
Madam
kisses
,
how
like
Iuie
the
tother
bona
Roba
embraced
em
,
and
with
what
actiuity
,
a
third
playes
her
amorous
prize
,
a
fine
commendation
for
such
Whelpes
i
st
not
?
Lodw
:
A
fault
,
a
fault
,
who
can
deny
it
?
But
what
are
those
you
practice
with
?
A
touch
,
come
,
what
Commodities
?
Grim:
Not
Sale-ware
,
Mercenary
stuffe
,
that
yee
may
haue
i'
th
Suburbs
,
and
now
maintaine
traffique
with
Ambassadours
Seruants
,
nor
with
Laundresses
,
like
your
Students
in
Law
,
who
teach
her
to
argue
the
case
so
long
,
till
she
find
a
Statute
for
it
,
nor
with
Mistris
Silkeworme
in
the
Citty
,
that
longs
for
creame
and
cakes
,
and
loues
to
Cuckold
her
Husband
in
fresh
ayre
,
nor
with
your
waiting
Gentlewoman
,
that
is
in
loue
with
poetry
,
and
will
not
part
with
her
honour
,
vnder
a
Copie
of
fine
verses
,
or
an
Anagram
,
nor
with
your
course
Lady
her selfe
,
that
keepes
a
Stallion
and
cozens
the
old
Knight
,
and
his
two
paire
of
Spectacles
,
in
the
shape
of
a
Seruingman
,
but
with
your
rich
,
faire
,
high
▪
fed
,
glorious
and
springing
Catamountaines
,
Ladies
of
bloud
,
whose
eyes
will
make
a
Souldier
melt
,
and
he
were
compos'd
of
marble
,
whose
euery
smile
,
hath
a
magneticke
force
to
draw
vp
Soules
,
whose
voyce
will
charme
a
Satyre
,
and
turne
a
mans
prayers
into
ambition
,
make
a
Hermit
runne
to
Hell
for
a
touch
on
her
,
and
there
hug
his
owne
damnation
.
Lodw.
I
haue
heard
you
,
and
now
I
thinke
fit
to
discouer
my selfe
to
you
,
you
are
a
Rascall
.
Grim.
Sir
,
I
thinke
I
am
one
.
Lodw.
Let
not
your
wisdome
thinke
,
I
can
bee
so
easily
guid
.
Grim.
How
Sir
?
Lodw.
Hou
thinke
you
haue
talked
very
methodically
,
and
cunningly
all
this
while
,
and
that
I
am
as
they
say
,
a
credulous
coxecombe
,
and
cannot
perceiue
,
that
by
your
politique
jeeres
vpon
my
pleasures
,
you
labour
to
discredit
,
not
onely
my
recreations
,
but
my selfe
to
my
owne
face
,
D'
ee
heare
?
the
time
may
come
you
will
not
dare
these
things
,
and
yet
you
shall
see
,
I
will
not
now
so
much
as
seeme
angry
,
preserue
your
humor
,
't
will
appeare
fresh
o'
ch
Stage
my
learned
Gymnosophist
,
very
well
,
excellent
well
.
Grim.
Why
does
not
your
Lordship
beleeue
me
then
?
Lodw.
Do'st
thou
thinke
throughout
the
yeare
,
I
will
loose
one
minute
of
my
pastime
,
for
this
your
tooth-lesse
Satyre
▪
your
mocke
▪
balled
,
goe
get
some
pretty
tune
,
't
will
doe
you
a
great
deale
of
credit
,
the
next
Lent
to
be
presented
by
folly
in
an
Anti
▪
maske
,
I
le
to
a
wench
presently
.
Grim.
I
came
to
carry
you
to
one
.
Lodw.
How
?
thou
?
Grim.
Doe
not
deceiue
your selfe
,
come
you
shall
beleeue
and
thanke
mee
,
will
that
serue
turne
,
shall
I
bee
thought
worthy
to
bee
trusted
then
,
if
I
doe
the
office
of
a
Bawd
for
you
,
and
play
the
Pander
with
dexteritie
,
will
that
conuince
you
?
Lodw.
Yes
,
yes
,
then
I
will
beleeue
thee
.
Grim.
Then
goe
with
me
,
and
I
will
demonstrate
.
Lodw.
Whither
?
Grim.
I
will
carry
you
to
a
Lady
bee
not
afraid
shee
is
honest
,
a
handsome
peece
of
flesh
,
a
Lady
that
will
bound
yee
,
and
rebound
,
a
Ladie
that
will
rauish
you
.
Lodw.
Me
?
Grim.
With
delight
and
admiration
,
one
in
whom
doth
flourish
all
the
excellencie
of
women
,
honesty
only
excepted
,
such
a
charming
brow
speaking
eye
,
springing
cheeke
,
tempting
lip
,
swelling
bosome
.
Lodw.
Wil
you
leade
me
to
such
a
creature
?
Grim.
Yes
.
Lodw.
And
shall
I
enjoy
her
in
dalliance
?
Grim.
Yes
,
and
thinke
your selfe
richer
,
then
to
be
Lord
of
both
the
Indies
,
here
's
my
hand
cut
it
off
if
I
doe
not
this
feate
for
you
,
when
you
please
,
and
when
you
are
satisfied
with
her
,
I
le
helpe
you
to
forty
more
,
but
wee
are
interrupted
.
Enter
Giotto
,
Soranzo
.
Giot.
There
he
is
with
Grimundo
.
Sor.
His
late
Gouernour
,
he
is
giuing
him
good
counsell
.
Giot.
Pray
heauen
he
haue
the
grace
to
follow
it
.
Grim.
Consider
Sir
,
but
what
will
be
the
end
▪
Of
all
these
wicked
courses
.
Lodw.
Pretious
villaine
.
Grim.
We
must
be
circumspect
.
Lodw.
No
more
,
I
haue
a
crotchet
new
sprung
,
Where
shall
I
meere
thee
?
Grim.
I
le
expect
you
in
the
parke
—
be
very
secret
My
Lord
I
can
but
grieue
for
you
.
Exit
.
Lodw.
How
haue
we
all
beene
cozen'd
?
What
is
my
brother
here
?
Sor.
This
houre
my
Lord
▪
he
is
now
vpon
returne
.
Lodw.
I
le
see
him
,
and
then
prepare
me
for
this
Lady
.
I
feele
a
boyling
in
my
veines
already
,
This
is
the
life
of
greatnesse
,
and
of
Court
They
'r
fooles
that
will
be
frighted
from
their
sport
.
Exeunt