Actus
Secundus
.
Enter
Pimponio
.
Pim.
NO
Signior
Aurelio
come
yet
?
No
master
to
be
heard
on
,
he
is
a
fine
Gentleman
to
use
his
Squire
o'
this
fashion
;
where
should
he
be
,
hee
commanded
me
not
to
bee
drunke
,
he
is
drunke
;
and
drunke
and
dead
drunke
,
hee
would
have
had
the
grace
to
reele
home
to
his
lodging
before
this
time
of
night
else
:
let
me
see
,
what
if
the
flesh
have
led
him
a
to
side
?
He
is
falne
into
some
brake
,
some
wench
has
tyed
him
by
the
legges
,
and
nothing
else
can
excuse
him
to
me
;
yet
now
I
thinke
on
't
,
he
does
forget
Pimponio
,
he
was
not
wont
to
be
his
owne
purveyor
,
my
art
for
the
choice
of
his
Pullin
,
has
beene
allow'd
if
he
doe
get
and
so
forth
an
excuse
for
Physicke
,
and
come
home
founderd
,
the
disease
was
none
of
my
choosing
,
it
came
not
through
my
office
;
stay
,
what
if
my
Signior
be
dead
?
umph
?
dead
?
my
heart
misgives
,
they
may
be
kild
,
my
master
has
the
spirit
of
fighting
in
him
,
and
his
companion
is
the
Divell
at
it
,
an
aglet
hole
or
two
in
their
hearts
,
and
in
a
strange
place
,
my
Signiors
,
are
never
mist
,
t
is
so
,
if
he
bee
dead
—
bring
forth
the
Port-Mantue
.
Enter
Ascanio
,
a
Boy
.
Ase.
Sir
?
Pim.
Bring
forth
my
Port-mantue
my
deminitive
knave
,
and
tell
thy
father
I
would
speake
with
him
,
he
is
dead
,
he
would
not
have
trusted
me
so
long
with
his
mony
else
,
now
will
I
make
my selfe
his
heire
,
defie
the
world
and
Aurelios
Ghost
;
but
first
of
all
I
must
outface
mine
hoast
,
so
let
me
examine
;
very
good
lynings
,
bagge
and
baggage
,
you
are
mine
owne
,
Enter
Asca.
Thy
father
call
him
hither
.
As.
He
is
comming
Sir
,
t
is
very
late
.
Pim.
Never
too
late
to
tell
money
,
fetch
me
a
brace
of
gennets
I
will
mount
em
,
a
Covey
of
Curtisans
;
stay
Pimponio
,
be
not
mad
before
thy
time
,
who
shall
I
say
I
am
?
a
Prince
at
least
,
I
have
it
;
Enter
Grutty
.
Here
comes
mine
Host
.
Gr.
What
would
this
fellow
have
,
no
newes
of
your
master
?
Pim.
Speake
that
word
no
more
on
thy
allegiance
,
here
goe
to
bed
and
rise
with
a
cleane
shirt
.
Gr.
This
is
gold
,
what
does
the
fellow
meane
?
Pim.
No
fellowes
neither
,
t
is
time
to
shew
my selfe
,
where
is
thy
boy
?
As.
Here
Signior
.
Pim.
Kneele
downe
and
aske
me
blessing
.
As.
This
does
looke
a
blessing
,
shall
I
aske
another
?
Pim.
Aske
any
thing
but
what
I
am
.
As.
You
are
—
Pim.
Stay
there
,
't
is
dangerous
to
pronounce
me
yet
,
I
will
be
still
disguisd
,
my
men
are
absent
.
As.
Your
men
.
Pim.
Thou
art
wise
,
thine
eare
,
I
am
a
Prince
.
Gr.
How
Signior
.
Pim.
The
reason
of
my
shape
thou
shat
know
hereafter
,
thus
Iove
has
beene
disguisd
.
As.
Is
not
your
name
Pimponio
?
Pim.
It
was
my
pleasure
they
should
call
me
so
,
I
have
not
found
'em
trustie
;
How
fares
the
Dutchesse
?
As.
What
doe
I
heare
?
Pim.
This
boy
shall
waite
on
me
,
I
le
have
yee
all
.
Gr.
Whether
?
Pim.
What
Countrey
shall
I
choose
?
to
be
a
Prince
of
Italy
is
too
well
knowne
,
Spaine
stands
convenient
,
and
far
enough
,
where
I
have
beene
too
,
I
le
have
you
all
to
Spaine
.
As.
What
to
doe
Signior
?
Pim.
For
your
preferments
,
when
thou
hast
got
a
chapman
for
this
tub
thou
liv'st
in
,
let
me
know
't
.
Gr.
Boy
this
a
Spanish
Prince
.
As.
A
Prince
of
Oranges
,
he
a
Spanish
Prince
?
Pim.
They
wonnot
travell
thither
to
disprove
me
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
I
suspect
my
two
Groomes
have
betrayd
me
;
I
come
hither
to
be
a
suitor
to
your
Dutchesse
.
As.
In
these
cloathes
?
Pim.
You
doe
not
know
my
plot
,
these
Gentlemen
my
servants
should
cunningly
have
prefer'd
mee
to
be
the
Dutchesse
Foole
.
Gr.
Her
Foole
?
t
is
very
likely
.
Pim.
But
for
a
time
,
there
's
mystery
in
that
By
this
meanes
I
resolv'd
to
try
her
nature
And
disposition
ere
I
married
her
,
For
I
can
have
at
this
present
foure
Kings
daughters
,
the
eldest
of
'em
is
but
seven
yeares
old
,
which
shewes
the
parents
dote
upon
me
,
and
wod
make
sure
of
me
betimes
.
Gr.
I
doe
beleeve
your
grace
.
Pim.
Grace
,
umph
,
thou
must
be
advanc'd
,
let
me
see
,
what
office
,
oh
,
thou
shalt
have
a
place
at
my
returne
in
the
Gallies
,
dost
heare
,
a
yerking
preferment
.
As.
And
what
shall
I
bee
?
Pim.
Thou
shalt
be
—
a
Picaro
,
in
your
language
a
Page
,
my
chiefe
Picaro
;
by
degrees
you
may
send
for
all
your
generation
,
I
will
see
them
mounted
.
Enter
Pisauro
.
Pis.
Where
's
Pimponio
.
Pim.
A
pox
Pimpe
you
,
they
are
alive
agen
,
now
am
I
a
dead
man
.
Pis.
There
is
a
certaine
moveable
ecclip'd
a
Port-mantue
.
Pim.
Wod
your
tongue
had
beene
clip'd
.
Pis.
Wherein
there
are
some
golden
friends
of
ours
.
Pim.
All
your
friends
are
well
.
Pis.
Let
me
see
their
complexions
,
where
are
they
?
looke
for
the
Signior
your
master
a
moneth
hence
?
As.
His
master
,
de'
e
observe
?
Pim.
Does
hee
not
carry
it
hansomely
,
hee
knowes
not
I
have
discovered
my selfe
to
you
.
As.
With
your
pardon
Sir
,
is
not
this
Signior
a
Prince
disguisd
?
Pis.
A
Prince
of
Puppets
,
who
Pimponio
?
As.
And
you
one
of
his
servants
,
to
whom
with
Your
other
fellow
cal'd
Signior
Aurelio
,
His
person
stands
discover'd
,
he
came
hither
To
court
our
Dutchesse
,
he
has
promisd
us
At
his
returne
to
Spaine
to
make
us
Grandees
.
Pis.
Has
he
betrayd
himselfe
,
nay
then
my
dutie
If
please
your
excellence
.
Pim.
Away
,
away
.
Pis.
A
Prince
cannot
be
hid
tho
under
mountaines
,
But
my
deere
Prince
,
the
bagges
must
goe
with
me
While
you
keepe
state
i
th
Inne
.
Pim.
Who
shall
maintaine
.
Pis.
If
I
did
thinke
thou
wouldst
carry
it
hansomly
—
Well
,
I
le
excuse
thee
to
thy
master
,
here
When
thou
hast
domineerd
away
this
bagge
Thou
maist
heare
more
;
keepe
thine
owne
counsell
,
and
Thy
master
shannot
owne
thee
,
if
thou
hast
Any
fagary
,
drinke
,
and
indulge
thy
Genius
;
I
le
see
thee
agen
before
thy
raigne
be
out
,
No
words
but
be
a
prince
,
and
scorne
to
know
us
And
so
I
take
leave
of
your
excellence
.
Pim.
I
shannot
know
my selfe
,
am
not
I
a
Prince
Indeed
,
that
have
beene
long
conceald
?
this
is
a
bagge
And
full
of
golden
friends
,
umph
,
however
I
will
Spend
it
like
an
Emperour
,
these
are
not
robes
Fit
for
a
Prince
I
take
it
,
Grutti
,
boy
I
entertaine
you
both
my
Groome
and
Page
,
and
Say
unto
you
,
Snakes
goe
cast
your
coates
,
Here
's
earnest
for
new
skins
,
when
things
are
ripe
We
will
to
Court
.
Gr.
What
thinkes
your
grace
of
going
to
bed
Pim.
I
am
too
sober
,
let
the
whole
house
be
drunke
first
,
't
will
please
us
well
to
see
the
servants
gamboll
,
we
purpose
To
be
drunke
our selves
in
state
too
:
Let
me
have
fiftie
strumpets
.
Gr.
Fiftie
trumpets
.
Pim.
Strumpets
I
say
,
they
'l
make
the
greater
noise
.
As.
Your
grace
will
be
a
Hercules
.
Pim.
I
will
,
and
thou
shalt
be
Captaine
of
the
Pigmies
under
me
,
this
roome
's
too
narrow
,
beate
downe
the
walls
on
both
sides
,
advance
your
lights
and
call
the
Country
in
,
if
there
be
a
Taylor
amongst
'em
he
shall
first
take
measure
of
my
highnesse
,
for
I
must
not
longer
walke
in
Quirpo
.
Both
.
We
attend
your
excellence
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Julio
and
Lucio
,
Lu.
I
'me
lost
i'
th
wonder
Iulio
.
Iu.
A
strange
turne
From
that
could
temper
we
imagin'd
In
her
Highnesse
.
Lu.
I
have
heard
of
charmes
and
philters
.
Iu.
If
travell
have
these
glorious
effects
I
le
abroad
too
.
Lu.
He
has
a
hansome
person
.
Iu.
And
discourses
grant
it
.
Lu.
Is
master
of
a
noble
soule
.
Iu.
Soule
,
nay
let
that
alone
,
Ladies
doe
not
looke
After
the
soule
so
much
,
the
body
will
serve
their
Turne
,
so
it
be
nimble
,
and
at
their
devotion
,
If
you
observe
,
he
is
grac'd
by
all
the
Ladies
As
if
he
were
their
generall
minion
,
I
doe
not
like
his
sisters
eyes
upon
him
,
They
whirle
too
much
and
seem'd
to
shoot
an
envie
Vpon
the
Dutchesse
favors
.
Lu.
I
am
confident
Thou
hast
no
murmer
in
thy
thoughts
against
him
.
Iu.
I
but
expresse
my
wonder
,
In
that
I
thinke
the
whole
Court
had
a
share
:
He
knowes
I
love
him
,
t
will
become
his
feare
How
to
secure
Ursini
.
Lu:
He
preferd
him
First
to
her
highnesse
.
Iu.
Not
with
expectation
To
be
supplanted
,
I
make
question
If
the
humor
hold
,
whether
shee
may
not
marry
him
,
That
's
a
round
higher
then
her
favorite
:
Had
hope
to
climbe
.
Lu.
Although
I
honour
Borgia
And
wish
him
heartily
advanc'd
,
I
wod
not
Kneele
to
him
,
my
voyce
is
for
Ferrara
He
is
a
Prince
,
I
wod
not
for
my
state
This
shod
breake
off
his
treatie
.
Iu.
Thy
Embassador
To
his
master
,
he
is
scarce
minded
.
Lu.
Come
she
cannot
,
Fall
so
low
,
the
passion
is
too
violent
Enter
Ursini
,
and
Ferrara
.
To
last
—
who
are
these
?
Iu.
The
Embassadour
and
Ursini
,
what
's
the
matter
?
I
feare
some
discontent
.
Urs.
My
Lord
let
me
Prevaile
so
farre
,
I
hope
you
imagine
I
Am
firme
to
you
,
I
have
more
cause
to
be
Impatient
,
my
whole
strength
at
Court
's
concernd
,
But
have
more
noble
thoughts
then
to
suspect
You
can
be
slighted
,
thinke
t
is
but
a
dreame
In
justice
to
your
cause
,
and
royall
master
Put
on
no
face
of
discontent
,
returne
And
see
how
things
will
close
Fer.
'T
is
an
affront
Bove
satisfaction
,
but
the
disgrace
Reflects
beyond
my
person
.
Urs.
Had
she
studied
Honours
to
his
ambition
,
it
had
Not
wrong'd
her
prudence
,
to
have
shewne
you
more
Respect
.
Fer.
But
I
was
not
considerable
;
The
young
Gentleman
had
taken
up
her
eyes
,
Her
tongue
,
her
feete
,
her
understanding
too
,
I
might
have
witherd
in
my
seate
,
no
beame
,
No
discourse
this
way
,
but
that
once
she
was
pleasd
To
aske
me
how
I
lik'd
the
gallants
dancing
,
I
le
not
disturbe
her
revels
.
Urs.
Yet
my
Lord
Have
so
much
fortitude
,
't
will
be
a
meanes
If
you
returne
,
to
make
her
finde
her
errour
To
your
person
,
were
she
not
my
Princesse
I
should
professe
my selfe
asham'd
,
out
come
Let
me
beseech
you
to
goe
backe
,
leave
not
The
presence
so
,
for
your
owne
honour
Sir
Observe
a
little
more
,
I
hope
you
shannot
Repent
my
counsell
.
Fer.
I
wod
ye
wod
excuse
me
,
I
shall
but
vex
my
eyes
.
Urs.
Expect
a
change
.
Fer.
You
have
power
with
me
my
Lord
.
Urs.
You
honour
me
.
Exit
.
Ju.
What
will
become
o
this
,
what
thinke
you
now
?
They
doe
resent
it
,
and
for
ought
I
heare
Have
little
hope
to
mend
it
.
Lu.
Can
she
be
In
love
so
soone
,
well
Borgia
,
if
this
Hold
,
I
le
applaud
thy
fate
.
Iu.
For
after
this
Allowance
,
hee
'l
be
Duke
of
Urbin
tomorrow
,
Give
thee
joy
bully
,
let
me
see
if
he
Turne
Prince
,
t
is
best
for
us
turne
beggers
.
Lu.
Beggers
?
Iu.
Court
beggers
,
Hee
'l
deny
us
nothing
,
Now
for
some
witty
knave
to
finde
out
suits
,
I
must
keepe
some
in
pension
for
that
purpose
,
They
are
profitable
vermine
,
Enter
Pisauro
.
His
companion
.
Pis.
Save
you
Gentlemen
,
what
de'
e
meane
?
Why
stand
yee
bare
?
Lu.
In
being
Borgias
friend
It
will
become
us
.
Iu.
He
knowes
no
title
yet
,
But
chiefe
secretary
to
her
highnesse
,
what
honours
Are
in
her
brest
laid
▪
up
for
him
,
we
know
not
He
has
a
mounting
fate
,
and
in
his
we
Pronounce
you
happy
.
Pis.
We
shall
all
be
Princes
In
time
;
but
Gentlemen
le
ts
be
more
familiar
We
thinke
so
well
of
things
,
does
he
preserve
The
Dutchesse
smile
,
or
does
she
use
to
make
At
some
time
o'
the
Moone
sport
with
her
subjects
.
Iu.
You
are
wide
all
the
heaven
Sir
,
had
you
come
A
little
sooner
you
had
heard
discourse
.
Enter
Borgia
.
To
cleare
your
doubt
,
hee
's
here
himselfe
.
Bo.
Pisauro
,
What
will
become
on
's
,
t
is
as
thou
saist
?
Pis.
What
prethee
?
Bo.
The
Dutchesse
is
mad
.
Pis.
How
!
Bor.
Why
she
is
certainly
in
love
,
shat
in
and
see
How
I
am
us'd
,
and
yet
I
now
come
forth
To
recover
breath
,
I
ha
danc'd
my selfe
to
a
jellie
,
The
Ladies
ha
no
mercy
;
but
the
Dutchesse
Pis.
What
prethee
.
Bo.
Is
as
I
told
thee
mad
,
I
prethee
counsell
me
Altho
her
grace
be
pleasd
to
shew
me
favors
'T
were
boldnesse
to
beleeve
,
and
thanke
her
.
Pis.
How
?
I
hope
thou
art
not
mad
.
Bo.
I
know
not
whether
The
fit
will
last
,
I
may
hold
some
proportion
With
Cornelia
,
my
suppos'd
sister
,
she
Poore
wretch
does
cast
such
speaking
eyes
upon
me
As
she
were
Iealous
of
the
Dutchesse
too
,
And
wrings
me
by
the
hand
when
I
dance
with
her
.
Enter
Pietro
.
Pie.
The
Dutchesse
Sir
calls
for
you
.
Bo.
I
attend
;
What
were
I
best
to
doe
?
Pis.
Dost
make
a
question
Lose
not
the
fortune
that
's
presented
in
The
Dutchesse
love
,
thy
starres
ordaind
thee
for
her
;
I
le
make
a
shift
with
Cornelia
,
looke
high
And
prosper
,
when
th'
art
a
Duke
,
I
say
no
more
Bo.
What
shall
's
doe
with
Pimponio
?
that
foole
May
betray
all
.
Pis.
He
is
a
Prince
before
you
I
ha
made
him
sure
,
and
swolne
him
into
a
pride
,
He
shall
not
know
you
,
but
of
that
hereafter
,
Away
and
please
the
Dutchesse
.
Enter
Dutchesse
,
Ladies
,
Ferrara
,
Ursini
.
Bo.
Your
our
graces
pardon
?
Du.
'T
is
late
,
good
night
my
Lord
Embassador
.
Exit
.
Fer.
'T
is
well
I
am
bid
goodnight
,
yet
all
my
hopes
Vanish
in
mists
,
what
thinke
you
now
cosin
?
Urs.
I
know
not
what
to
thinke
,
let
me
waite
on
you
To
your
lodgings
.
Fer.
They
joyne
toth
'
Court
.
Urs.
'T
is
the
lesse
service
.
Fer.
To morrow
morning
if
I
may
be
honor'd
With
your
presence
,
I
will
impart
a
secret
to
you
,
And
be
happy
in
your
Counsell
.
Urs.
I
obey
Any
commands
.
Fer.
For
this
time
give
me
pardon
,
goodnight
my
Lord
.
Ex.
Urs.
A
happy
night
to
your
Lordship
,
After
so
many
yeares
spent
in
the
Court
,
I
am
to
learne
the
tricke
on
't
,
these
are
actions
Gainst
my
first
rules
,
I
am
ignorant
▪
Of
this
new
Court
philosophy
,
what
should
The
Dutchesse
meane
,
so
prodigall
of
her
graces
To
one
she
scarce
remembers
,
with
such
open
Neglect
to
th'
Dukes
'
Embassador
?
I
was
carefull
She
wod
not
use
him
kindely
enough
,
wert
not
Affection
to
his
sister
,
lyes
up
my
Revenge
,
I
de
drop
it
on
his
heart
,
but
I
Must
worke
with
art
,
and
by
a
Counter
magicke
Dissolve
his
spell
,
or
forme
him
to
my
purpose
.
Enter
Laura
and
Melanda
.
You
have
beene
waiting
on
the
Dutchesse
Ladies
?
Lau.
She
dismis'd
us
.
Urs.
With
what
circumstance
?
Is
she
still
pleasant
?
Mel.
Strangely
altered
Since
young
Borgia
tooke
his
leave
and
melancholly
:
Well
,
I
suspect
—
Vrs.
What
Madam
?
Mel.
Shee
le
scarse
sleepe
To night
,
for
dreaming
o
th'
Gentleman
.
Vrs.
He
is
gone
then
?
Lau.
Yes
,
we
saw
his
departure
my
Lord
,
He
kist
us
both
,
but
we
put
forward
first
,
He
is
the
hansomst
Gentleman
;
d
ee
thinke
He
weares
his
owne
haire
?
Mil.
I
was
about
To
aske
him
once
,
but
thought
he
was
modest
And
wod
ha
blushd
,
I
wod
I
had
his
picture
.
Urs.
His
substance
Madam
,
but
take
heede
,
the
Datchesse
Must
have
no
rivall
,
how
d
ee
affect
his
talke
?
Lau.
That
was
not
my
part
to
observe
,
we
did
divide
Our
Provences
,
each
Lady
tooke
a
member
To
examine
,
when
we
have
conferd
our
notes
I
le
tell
yee
what
the
body
of
Ladies
thinke
on
him
.
Mel.
Nay
wee
'l
take
him
a peeces
e're
we
ha
done
.
Urs.
And
who
shall
set
him
together
agen
?
my
Ladies
I
waite
on
you
.
Lau.
Your
Lordship
will
too
much
honour
us
.
Urs.
'T
is
the
way
to
my
owne
lodging
.
Mel.
If
it
were
not
the
way
my
Lord
,
your
Lordship
Could
not
be
destitute
of
a
lodging
at
Court
.
Urs.
Your
Charitie
would
releeve
me
,
use
my
service
.
Exit
.
Enter
Ferrara
and
Pietro
with
a
light
.
Fer.
There
is
no
such
affliction
to
the
soule
As
that
which
should
preserve
it
,
love
,
a
passion
That
with
consent
betrayes
our
understanding
,
And
leaves
man
but
a
heape
of
flame
and
ruins
;
I
was
safe
till
I
had
seene
her
,
busie
fame
Tooke
but
possession
of
my
eare
,
my
owne
Rashnesse
and
vanitie
engagd
my
person
To
see
what
was
commended
,
and
I
suffer
for
't
,
Leave
me
.
Pie.
T
is
darke
my
Lord
.
Fer.
Thou
ly'st
,
t
is
light
And
by
these
fires
I
see
too
much
,
away
,
I
shall
soone
reach
my
lodgings
,
night
and
I
Shall
agree
well
together
,
if
my
stay
Be
long
,
remember
that
you
left
me
under
The
pallace
windowes
,
leave
to
be
officious
And
obey
me
—
till
this
night
she
gave
me
faire
Exit
.
Respect
,
and
seem'd
to
allow
the
loving
treatie
,
I
was
dull
not
to
uncloud
me
all
this
while
The
knowledge
of
my
person
had
engagd
her
Beside
my
act
of
love
,
and
so
much
confidence
Past
all
retreate
,
and
yet
she
is
a
woman
,
Whose
nature
is
unsteady
as
the
waves
,
Vpon
which
foolish
man
runnes
desperate
To
me
a
ruine
.
Enter
Borgia
.
Bor.
Fortune
thou
smilst
too
much
,
I
shall
suspect
Thy
giddinesse
,
take
eyes
to
thee
and
see
To
what
a
flattering
height
thou
hast
exalted
A
credulous
man
.
Fer.
What
voice
is
that
,
it
had
A
sound
of
melancholy
,
darkenesse
secure
me
.
Bor.
But
why
make
I
ridiculous
application
To
fortune
?
love
is
onely
active
here
;
The
tyrant
love
,
more
blinde
then
chance
,
I
am
Full
of
distraction
,
there
's
a
labyrinth
Within
,
and
more
I
tread
,
the
more
I
am
lost
Betwixt
the
Dutchesse
and
Cornelia
My
soule
divids
,
I
must
not
be
a
foole
,
And
for
the
fable
of
amorous
love
Leave
state
that
courts
me
with
a
glorious
title
,
And
yet
Cornelia
is
fury
,
and
lookes
Withall
the
charmes
of
love
upon
her
brow
,
What
will
she
doe
when
she
beleeves
I
am
No
brother
?
Fer.
T
is
the
new
ague
Borgia
That
shakes
the
court
,
how
confidently
he
talkes
To
himselfe
,
a
light
strikes
from
the
Dutchesse
window
And
mucsike
;
I
le
observe
,
the
gallant
may
Have
some
appointment
.
Song
.
Cornelia
above
.
Bo.
Alas
poore
love-sicke
Lady
,
what
if
I
Attempted
farther
,
the
excuse
will
fall
More
easie
on
a
stranger
,
Lady
,
hist
.
Cor.
Whoe
's
that
?
Bo.
One
that
does
wish
the
happinesse
To
see
your
face
,
you
have
blest
my
eares
already
.
Cor.
What
are
you
?
Bo.
My
name
's
Borgia
,
if
you
be
A
faire
one
of
the
court
,
time
is
not
old
Since
I
was
a
guest
there
.
Cor.
'T
is
he
,
I
le
not
lose
This
opportunitie
,
Sir
your
boldnesse
Speakes
you
a
stranger
,
and
in
part
excuses
You
are
alone
.
Bo.
I
am
.
Cor.
I
expect
not
Vpon
so
small
acquaintance
you
should
know
My
voyce
agen
,
I
am
the
Dutchesse
Sir
.
Bo.
Your
graces
humble
creature
,
may
I
hope
You
'l
pardon
this
attempt
.
Cor.
Vpon
condition
You
will
forget
the
freedome
of
our
nature
And
not
grow
insolent
upon
our
favours
,
We
were
late
pleas'd
to
shew
you
,
't
was
not
love
But
mirth
,
we
meant
our
court
the
wantonnesse
Of
reveling
nights
,
which
we
upon
retirements
Know
how
to
checke
and
punnish
too
in
men
,
That
dare
licentiously
apply
to
our
Dishonour
:
if
your
service
in
that
place
Of
secretary
we
have
nam'd
you
for
Be
diligent
and
faithfull
,
we
repent
not
That
choise
,
but
on
your
life
feede
no
ambition
Higher
,
it
will
be
a
degree
next
treason
To
us
,
and
the
honour
of
Ferrara's
Duke
,
With
whom
because
you
are
our
secretary
We
let
you
know
our
thoughts
are
fixt
to
marry
,
Fer.
What
blessing
hath
my
eare
tooke
in
?
she
is
Resolv'd
to
my
desires
.
Cor.
Are
you
gone
Sit
?
Sleepe
wisely
if
you
can
,
we
shall
expect
Your
attendance
in
the
morning
,
but
no
thought
On
forfeit
of
your
life
beyond
what
's
dutie
.
Fer.
I
have
enough
to morrow
I
resolve
To
be
my selfe
,
and
with
a
state
becomming
Ferraras
Duke
,
challenge
this
happinesse
,
Forgive
deare
Princesse
I
suspected
thee
.
Exit
.
Enter
Dutchesse
above
.
Cor.
The
Dutchesse
shee
'l
spoyle
all
.
Dut.
I
heard
your
voyce
more
loud
then
usuall
,
Whom
spake
you
to
?
Cor.
Heer
's
no body
and
please
your
grace
.
Dut.
You
hold
some
dialogue
at
the
window
then
,
I
le
know
.
Cor.
My
brother
Borgia
Madam
.
Dut.
Borgia
,
leave
us
.
Cor.
I
hope
hee
's
gone
.
Bo.
I
must
confesse
you
are
my
Princesse
Madam
,
To
whose
least
command
I
owe
my
blood
and
fortune
.
Dut.
He
speaks
to
me
,
how
does
he
know
I
am
here
?
Bo.
And
doe
not
thinke
I
can
be
lost
so
much
In
dutie
to
interpret
there
was
any
thing
In
me
,
that
could
deserve
more
then
your
pastime
;
And
let
me
fall
and
dye
beneath
your
anger
,
When
I
transgresse
so
farre
,
as
to
forget
My
humble
fate
which
onely
can
be
blest
With
my
obedience
to
you
,
I
had
not
One
sawcie
application
of
your
favours
,
My
heart
shall
bleed
to
death
ere
it
shall
finde
One
thought
of
so
much
impudence
.
Dut.
Howe
's
this
?
Since
Cornelia
has
usurped
my
name
And
frighted
him
,
what
should
make
her
officious
He
is
her
brother
,
I
must
heare
no
more
Of
this
—
you
are
mistaken
all
this
while
,
I
am
Cornelia
your
sister
.
Bo.
Is
the
Dutchesse
gone
?
Dut.
You
well
distinguish
voyces
,
yet
shee
's
gone
.
Bo.
My
joy
of
soule
,
deerest
Cornelia
.
T
is
she
that
I
must
trust
to
.
Du.
I'
st
e'en
so
?
Deare
brother
,
leaving
all
your
studied
complements
I
doe
not
like
your
dilatory
reasons
To
Ursini
,
I
may
heare
you
as
a
brother
,
But
must
not
trouble
you
to
choose
my
husband
;
It
is
the
Dutchesse
pleasure
,
I
should
marry
Ursini
,
an
advancement
more
then
I
Can
hope
,
from
your
election
of
a
stranger
And
set
your
heart
at
rest
,
how ere
I
seem'd
Inclining
,
destinie
is
not
more
fixt
,
Then
the
affection
I
owe
Ursini
,
Him
I
resolve
to
marry
,
and
before
The
next
daies
light
is
wasted
.
Bo.
I
am
undone
A
'
both
sides
,
heare
me
yet
but
speake
.
Dut.
What
would
you
say
brother
?
Bo.
I
am
not
thy
brother
.
Dut.
How
,
not
Borgia
.
Bo.
Not
Borgia
,
the
whole
towne
's
mistaken
My
name
is
Aurelio
Andreozzi
,
I
was
borne
in
Millan
,
with
my
friend
design'd
To
see
some
service
in
the
German
warres
;
At
the
first
sight
I
must
confesse
I
lov'd
thee
:
To
enjoy
thy
conversation
more
freely
,
I
was
content
to
seeme
what
men
would
call
me
Dut.
You
tell
me
wonders
.
Bo.
I
can
give
thee
proofe
,
But
to
no
purpose
now
,
and
tell
thee
too
Enough
to
make
thee
thinke
I
may
be
worthy
,
But
since
't
is
so
,
I
am
glad
you
ha'
discover'd
Your
resolution
so
soone
,
good
night
te'
e
,
I
le
make
no
noyse
to morrow
,
when
I
take
My
journey
.
Dut.
Stay
,
he
must
not
be
fo
lost
,
This
is
a
strange
discovery
,
if
you
can
Bring
testimony
that
you
are
not
Borgia
,
You
shall
not
Sir
repent
your
comming
hither
,
Nor
yet
despaire
of
any
noble
wayes
That
may
reward
your
good
opinion
,
T
is
late
;
a
lovers
dreame
charme
all
your
senses
,
And
waking
finde
your
wishes
,
if
you
please
Vntill
I
aske
a
further
satisfaction
,
Be
still
conceal'd
.
Exit
.
Bo.
There
may
be
hope
,
although
My
first
love
I
confesse
reflect
on
this
,
The
Dutchesse
yet
,
had
not
beene
much
amisse
,
Exit
.
Actus
Tertius
.
Enter
Grutti
and
Ascanio
.
Gr.
VVHy
,
I
shall
hardly
take
thee
for
my
owne
naturall
child
.
As.
Let
me
alone
with
my
son
,
if
I
do
not
fit
him
,
let
me
never
finde
the
way
into
my
owne
breeches
agen
,
I
would
be
loath
to
die
in
a
wrong
case
and
bee
mistaken
in
another
world
;
is
the
musicke
ready
,
and
the
wine
father
?
can
the
fellowes
doe
their
dance
hansomely
,
in
stead
of
a
maske
to
entertaine
his
highnesse
,
I
am
sorry
my
legges
are
out
of
tune
,
I
have
a
great
minde
to
be
capering
.
Gr.
My
owne
wit
,
my
owne
naturall
wit
to
a
haire
.
As.
Not
too
much
haire
of
your
owne
,
and
wit
together
,
father
,
t
is
not
the
fashion
:
de'
heare
,
whatsoever
I
say
,
be
you
drunk
time
enough
to
justifie
it
,
the
bills
shall
be
discharged
without
scrupulous
examination
,
sowse
in
wine
and
give
him
Sea
roome
,
if
his
head
leake
we
will
pumpe
his
breeches
,
he
shall
not
sinke
with
all
his
ballast
I
warrant
him
.
Gr.
A
witty
cracke
,
and
my
owne
boy
still
.
As.
Your
owne
boy
?
take
heed
what
you
say
,
lest
you
bee
driven
to
justifie
it
,
you
have
no
minde
to
wake
my
mother
from
her
grave
,
t
is
enough
I
aske
you
blessing
,
I
doe
long
to
be
metamorphosd
,
and
pursue
his
princely
humor
out
of
breath
—
Musicke
,
t
is
well
,
his
grace
is
upon
entrance
.
Gr.
Dispatch
boy
.
As.
I
know
my
cue
to
enter
.
Exit
.
Enter
Pimponio
,
like
a
Spanish
Don
,
and
Servants
.
Pim.
And
how
,
and
how
doe
things
become
?
We
were
in
clouds
but
now
.
Gr.
Your
highnesse
is
broken
out
.
Pim.
Broken
out
,
where
?
Gr.
Out
of
the
clouds
and
please
you
.
Pim.
There
is
no
infidell
among
you
then
,
You
all
beleeve
I
am
a
Prince
,
de'
e
heare
,
At
all
adventures
let
it
goe
no
further
,
There
are
no
traytors
I
hope
amongst
yee
▪
Gr.
Traytors
,
we
will
cut
off
any
mans
necke
that
dares
but
thinke
so
.
Pim.
Doe
and
I
will
justifie
it
,
hang
necks
among
friends
,
although
I
am
pleasd
to
reveale
the
majestie
of
my
person
to
you
,
it
is
not
fit
every
one
should
know
so
much
,
you
are
strangers
,
and
therefore
I
dare
trust
you
,
but
the
Dutchesse
must
not
heare
on
't
upon
your
lives
;
she
and
I
must
be
better
acquainted
when
I
see
my
time
;
I
le
tell
you
,
the
toy
may
take
me
i'
th
head
to
looke
like
a
foole
agen
,
it
may
,
greatnesse
is
given
to
humors
,
and
giddinesse
will
runne
in
a
blood
,
if
it
doe
,
doe
not
know
me
.
Gr.
For
what
?
Pim.
For
any
other
then
I
seeme
.
Gr.
Not
a
foole
.
Pim.
Thou
art
an
asse
,
a
Prince
may
play
the
foole
within
his
owne
dominions
,
or
any
other
;
provided
they
bee
of
his
owne
allies
and
confederates
:
I
know
where
I
am
,
but
we
are
not
merry
reach
me
a
chaire
and
a
bottle
of
wine
,
every
one
take
his
charge
.
Gr.
Will
not
your
highnesse
have
the
dance
first
?
Pim.
They
will
dance
the
better
when
they
are
three
quarters
drunke
.
1.
Ser.
We
do
not
observe
men
of
your
nation
to
be
so
joviall
.
Pim.
Not
subjects
I
grant
you
that
,
but
we
Sound
a
health
.
have
priviledge
musique
,
and
give
fire
at
once
—
so
,
but
me thinkes
it
were
necessary
there
were
some
difference
in
our
drinkings
;
all
are
not
Princes
,
reach
me
a
bigger
bottle
,
Sound
a
health
.
I
will
preserve
my
state
,
this
is
a
Princely
draught
—
We
drinke
alone
.
so
—
Why
have
we
not
a
Concubine
?
2.
Ser.
Brave
Prince
,
with
what
a
majestie
he
drinkes
.
Pim.
Now
let
em
friske
the
dance
you
have
prepard
,
I
am
ready
to
accept
it
.
Gr.
And
it
shall
please
your
grace
,
The
dance
which
ended
.
There
is
a
high
German
desires
to
speak
with
you
.
Enter
Grut.
1.
Ser.
The
high
German
that
was
at
Court
,
hee
's
a
man
of
mightie
parts
and
knowne
to
all
the
Princes
in
Christendome
,
what
comes
he
for
?
Gr.
I
feare
you
are
betrayd
Sir
,
and
that
the
Dutchesse
has
sent
for
you
.
Pim.
For
me
,
I
wonnot
come
yet
.
2.
Ser.
Doe
not
affront
him
Sir
,
for
your
owne
sake
,
this
high
German
has
beaten
all
the
Fencers
in
Europe
.
Pim.
Let
him
beate
all
the
world
,
what
's
that
to
me
?
shall
he
make
a
prize
of
me
?
Gr.
But
if
he
come
Embassador
from
the
Dutchesse
.
Pim.
That
's
another
matter
,
give
me
the
tother
bottle
—
Now
let
all
the
Cantons
of
Swisse
come
.
Enter
Ascanio
in
Swizzers
habit
.
Which
is
the
high
German
?
let
me
see
him
.
Gr.
That
Sir
.
Pim.
Hee
's
one
of
the
lowest
high
Germans
that
e're
I
lookd
upon
.
As.
I
kisse
thy
highnesse
hand
.
Pim.
And
we
embrace
this
lownesse
:
de'
e
heare
Sir
,
are
you
a
high
German
?
As.
I
was
so
at
the
beginning
of
the
warres
,
what
wee
are
beaten
to
you
may
discerne
.
Pim.
Are
you
beaten
to
that
?
you
'l
be
a
very
little
nation
and
the
warres
continue
.
As.
I
have
a
message
to
deliver
you
,
The
faire
Dutchesse
of
Urbin
,
whom
I
waite
on
,
Hearing
a
person
of
your
blood
and
qualitie
So
meanely
lodg'd
,
by
me
desires
you
would
Accept
an
entertainement
in
her
Court
.
Pim.
We
give
the
Dutchesse
thankes
,
how
knew
shee
I
was
here
?
As.
It
was
impossible
You
should
stay
undiscover'd
many
howers
.
Princes
have
strange
intelligence
,
and
you
may
As
soone
tie
up
the
Sunne
beames
in
a
net
As
keepe
your selfe
unknowne
;
for
my
owne
part
I
am
honord
in
the
embassie
,
and
shall
Be
proud
to
write
my selfe
your
pensioner
As
I
am
to
all
the
royall
blood
in
Christendome
.
Pim.
O
Pensioner
,
t
is
the
least
honour
we
intend
thee
,
I
am
a
naturall
Prince
as
sure
as
I
live
;
here
weare
this
gold
,
there
's
more
to
drinke
our
health
,
wee
are
pleasd
no
man
be
sober
at
our
returne
,
as
he
will
answer
it
,
you
may
be
all
my
subjects
:
if
I
marry
the
Dutchesse
I
le
hang
you
all
.
Ors.
How
?
Pim.
In
chaines
of
preferment
,
drinke
I
say
,
and
drinke
to
purpose
,
what
will
become
of
me
now
?
stay
,
a
word
with
you
high
German
,
what
will
the
Dutchesse
doe
with
me
doe
you
thinke
?
As.
'T
were
sinne
to
say
shee
'l
honour
you
,
for
you
Are
above
all
addition
but
her
love
;
Your
wit
,
your
blood
,
your
person
,
doe
not
lose
The
opportunitie
,
yet
I
prophesie
You
will
be
affronted
.
Pim.
No
matter
,
I
ha
beene
affronted
a
hundred
times
,
but
by
whom
?
As.
Questionlesse
by
some
great
ones
,
And
perhaps
beaten
.
Pim.
I
have
beene
beaten
too
upon
good
occasion
,
And
will
agen
to
save
my
honour
;
beaten
?
I
can
take
the
strappado
,
beside
in
this
part
I
am
insensible
,
a
kicke
is
cast
away
.
As.
If
you
be
valiant
and
indure
,
it
will
Engage
her
love
the
more
,
but
I
know
Your
breeding
will
afford
you
impudence
To
overcome
their
envies
,
and
secure
This
Dukedome
to
your selfe
,
goe
on
boldly
,
My
counsell
shall
attend
.
Pim.
I
will
goe
on
,
and
feare
no
beating
,
well
I
cannot
knight
thee
,
yet
prove
but
a
witch
I
le
make
thee
one
of
my
privy
counsellors
.
Exit
.
Enter
Mercutio
,
Iulio
,
and
Lucio
.
Mer.
No
more
,
my
dutie
will
not
let
me
heare
it
.
Lu.
How
not
your
dutie
Sir
?
Ju.
You
are
not
angry
?
Mer.
You
are
his
friends
,
I
should
not
else
be
pleas'd
.
Lu.
We
have
said
nothing
to
afflict
you
thus
,
We
did
expect
this
wod
ha'
made
you
merry
.
Iu.
A
sonnes
preferment
was
not
wont
to
be
Such
discord
to
a
father
,
a
loving
father
,
For
so
we
tooke
your
constitution
.
Lu.
Preferment
?
t
is
too
poore
a
word
.
Mer.
You
were
best
tell
me
too
he
may
be
Duke
.
Iu.
He
is
i'
th
rode
,
I
know
not
how
hee
'l
misse
it
.
Mer.
This
is
three
quarters
treason
,
tho
I
love
My
sonne
,
I
must
not
cherish
this
ambition
.
Iu.
But
it
will
be
more
then
three
quarters
treason
If
you
presume
to
checke
the
Dutchesse
pleasure
,
And
murmur
thus
if
she
resolve
to
marry
,
And
make
your
sonne
a
Duke
,
you
'l
not
turne
rebell
.
Mer.
Defend
allegiance
,
Gentlemen
mistake
not
Altho
I
love
my
sonne
,
I
le
not
be
guiltie
Of
any
thought
to
crosse
her
,
but
I
should
Be
sorry
he
should
cast
away
himselfe
.
Iu.
How
de'
e
meane
?
Mer.
As
men
doe
use
when
they
Doe
hange
or
drowne
themselves
.
Lu.
Have
you
sence
And
talke
thus
wildly
.
The
riddles
you
have
told
me
.
Mer.
Yes
and
understand
Lu.
Doe
you
count
Your
sonne
lost
by
the
Dutchesse
loving
him
?
Mer.
Goe
finde
your
wits
agen
,
and
use
'em
better
,
Can
you
be
so
rediculous
to
thinke
,
So
wise
,
so
modest
,
so
religious
A
Lady
can
forget
her
state
and
honour
To
place
affection
on
my
sonne
.
Ju.
There
have
beene
Presidents
to
make
it
seeme
no
wonder
.
Mer.
She
had
better
taine
his
head
off
,
there
had
ended
My
cares
,
the
boy
t'
runne
madde
,
and
what
can
follow
Thinke
yee
?
goe
to
,
I
le
to
her
highnesse
presently
.
Iu.
What
to
doe
?
Mer.
To
pray
her
leave
him
to
a
naturall
death
,
And
choose
some
other
to
undoe
with
pride
Of
her
large
favours
;
gentlemen
examine
But
your selves
,
could
either
of
you
two
promise
To
keepe
your
wits
,
if
such
a
grace
were
offerd
To
you
?
would
it
not
tempt
you
to
be
mad
,
To
thinke
of
being
a
Duke
?
speake
honestly
,
I'
st
fit
indeed
you
should
be
lesse
than
mad
?
There
be
some
men
i
th'
world
ha'
lost
their
senses
When
they
but
chewd
the
Cud
of
a
bare
Lordship
,
I
ha'
knowne
a
knighthood
has
turn'd
some
mens
wits
,
The
very
noyse
o'
th
spurres
;
then
doe
not
blame
me
If
I
desire
my
sonne
sober
and
sensible
,
And
now
I
thinke
on
't
I
le
first
seeke
him
out
.
Exit
.
Enter
Laura
and
Melinda
.
Lu.
I
thinke
the
old
mans
mad
indeed
,
Deare
Madam
Laura
,
Lau.
Sweet
Sir
I
cannot
stay
.
Lu.
Then
I
can
walke
and
waite
on
you
.
Exit
.
Iu.
You
have
the
same
haste
too
,
Thou
art
a
peece
of
the
Dutchesse
Cabinet
,
I
must
heare
some
newes
.
Me.
Alas
the
Court
is
barren
.
Iu.
I
know
a
tricke
to
make
thee
fruitfull
yet
,
Nay
I
can
mend
my
pace
Lady
an
you
put
me
too
t
.
Exit
.
Enter
Cornelia
,
and
Pisauro
.
Cor.
Good
Sir
the
reason
why
you
wonder
at
me
Above
all
other
women
,
what
in
me
Appeares
so
full
of
prodigie
.
Pis.
I
le
tell
you
,
Y'
are
young
and
hansome
.
Cor.
Should
I
grant
I
were
,
This
were
no
miracle
.
Pis.
Withall
this
youth
and
hansomnesse
y'
are
a
maid
And
live
at
Court
too
,
this
I
hope
's
not
ordinary
.
Cor.
What
wonder
will
your
fancy
create
next
.
Pis.
Y'
are
sound
too
,
or
your
phisnomy
deceives
me
.
Cor.
The
priviledge
of
my
brothers
friend
must
not
Engage
me
to
a
mockery
.
Pis.
I
was
About
to
say
y'
are
patient
too
,
I
see
Something
wud
make
you
angry
,
but
returne
To
your
first
temper
,
and
I
'le
soone
acquaint
you
With
all
my
purpose
Lady
,
to
all
these
Commendations
,
which
meet
not
in
all
women
,
You
have
birth
and
fortune
,
and
the
favour
of
The
Dutchesse
.
Cor.
All
these
carry
no
such
wonder
If
I
have
understanding
.
Pis.
No
,
no
,
you
Are
all
the
wonder
Madam
that
with
these
Advantages
a
your
side
to
draw
up
mens
Affections
,
yet
as
you
despaire
to
have
A
Husband
to
the
discredit
of
your
sex
,
Who
article
at
twelve
to
be
dissemblers
;
You
are
in
love
.
Cor.
In
love
,
is
that
a
sinne
?
Pis.
Nay
,
nay
,
you
court
a
Gentleman
with
eyes
That
are
not
lawfull
.
Cor.
How
Sir
,
be
not
rude
.
Pis.
I
can
say
more
.
Cor.
Is
it
your
mirth
or
madnesse
.
Pis.
No
,
no
,
you
are
mad
,
worse
,
I
le
prove
it
,
You
dote
upon
your
brother
,
come
t
is
impious
,
Purge
,
purge
betime
,
your
blood
is
foule
,
I
me
plaine
There
's
some
on
t
in
your
face
now
that
would
blush
I
see
through
your
hearts
,
a
little
more
Had
spoild
him
quite
,
he
had
forgot
all
lawes
Of
nature
and
religion
,
and
beene
fond
To
both
your
shames
;
a
brother
,
and
a
sister
Tempt
one
another
,
good
heaven
where
is
conscience
And
modestie
become
?
preserve
your selfe
You
have
yet
a
good
name
,
keepe
it
and
drinke
Julips
,
You
'l
finde
the
benefit
in
your
veines
.
Cor.
You
have
Beene
very
bould
upon
my
constitution
.
Pis.
I
know
it
better
then
your
Doctor
,
Come
Doe
not
deny
it
,
I
make
no
proclamation
;
What
i'
st
to
me
more
then
my
Christian
care
You
should
not
hurt
your
soules
,
he
is
my
friend
Betray
him
not
,
t
is
no
good
sisters
part
I
can
assure
you
,
if
you
be
not
dull
Or
blinde
with
giddy
passion
,
you
may
see
Another
starre
shoot
influence
on
him
;
Be
wise
and
envie
not
the
Dutchesse
favours
,
Your
vessell
may
be
rigg'd
,
and
trim'd
,
and
lanch'd
Into
a
calmer
Sea
,
and
returne
fraught
With
lawfull
prise
hereafter
,
I
ha
stirrd
her
,
But
must
not
be
too
hasty
.
Cor.
I
shall
shew
My selfe
too
full
of
guilt
.
Pis.
You
are
troubled
at
it
,
A
signe
of
grace
;
how ere
you
thinke
of
me
Now
in
the
heate
of
Counsell
I
'me
your
friend
,
You
'l
finde
it
so
,
I
kisse
your
hand
,
farewell
.
De'
e
heare
?
but
two
words
more
,
if
you
doe
finde
As
being
acquainted
best
with
your
owne
body
,
No
disposition
to
hold
out
longer
,
I
ha'
that
will
cure
you
,
and
I
le
justify
't
Before
the
colledge
—
Take
me
,
De'
e
marke
,
that
does
it
,
I
kisse
your
hand
,
Agen
farewell
,
and
have
a
conscience
,
I
le
tell
you
more
next
time
,
this
way
may
worke
.
Exit
.
Cor.
This
Gentlemans
discourse
though
somewhat
wild
And
without
method
shakes
me
,
I
am
lost
If
I
obey
,
I
know
not
what
within
me
Too
Prompts
me
to
a
love
so
irreligious
;
He
is
my
brother
,
holy
thoughts
possesse
me
,
And
when
a
furious
passion
seekes
to
invade
My
will
,
destroy
it
heaven
—
hee
's
here
I
dare
Enter
Dutchesse
and
Borgia
.
Not
stay
to
tempt
my
frailtie
,
let
them
move
With
joy
,
I
am
not
in
my
spheare
of
love
.
Exit
.
Dut.
But
tell
me
signior
,
nay
we
are
pleas'd
You
should
be
free
,
upon
what
confidence
Knowing
your
guilt
,
and
danger
to
reward
it
Durst
you
returne
to
Urbin
.
Bo.
I
was
more
fortunate
Then
I
have
reason
for
,
and
yet
my
country
And
friends
were
pretious
madam
,
nor
could
life
In
such
a
wildernesse
abroad
,
where
none
Durst
owne
me
,
be
a
benifit
;
there
was
A
blessing
in
my
fate
to
meete
your
mercy
That
gave
me
boldnesse
.
Dut.
Cunningly
dissembled
,
You
met
no
Lady
then
in
all
your
travell
,
I
meane
none
whom
you
cald
mistresse
,
with
Her
loving
magicke
to
lay
charmes
upon
you
And
forc'd
your
stay
.
Bo.
None
Madam
,
I
was
not
Worth
any
Ladies
thought
,
none
were
so
lost
To
their
owne
Iudgements
to
imagine
me
More
then
a
walking
shaddow
,
or
if
any
Had
cherish'd
better
thought
of
me
a
stranger
,
They
quickly
found
,
they
had
not
plac'd
it
right
,
On
so
much
barrennesse
which
left
their
charity
To
pay
it selfe
.
Dut.
You
doe
not
promise
such
A
hard
and
horrid
composition
,
But
love
may
finde
a
shift
to
enter
more
Then
skinne
deepe
in
your
bosome
,
but
perhaps
You
left
your
heart
at
home
,
and
could
not
then
Dispence
with
new
ingagements
,
it
was
so
,
And
for
her
sake
you
willingly
forgot
Your
danger
to
returne
,
nay
be
not
troubled
,
Confession
will
not
injure
you
,
I
like
You
should
preferre
the
beauties
of
your
country
.
Bo.
It
Cannot
be
thought
flattery
,
if
I
Acknowledge
with
the
narrowest
observation
My
eyes
could
take
,
no
place
hath
beene
more
fruitfull
In
beautie
then
your
owne
,
and
it
doth
hold
Proportion
with
your
excellence
,
all
should
Be
faire
and
imitate
your
first
example
.
Dut.
I
see
you
can
be
when
you
lift
a
Courtier
,
But
this
confirmes
your
love
is
planted
here
;
And
since
we
are
falne
by
accident
upon
This
subject
,
wee
'l
pursui
't
a
little
further
;
Come
I
must
know
your
Mistris
,
doe
not
doubt
I
shall
disturbe
the
progresse
of
your
loves
.
Bor.
What
answer
shall
I
frame
,
things
are
not
ripe
Yet
for
discovery
,
so
please
your
highnesse
You
would
be
modest
,
and
excuse
,
be
wiser
And
apprehend
my
meaning
to
advance
Your
wishes
,
t
is
within
my
power
to
effect
As
much
as
your
ambition
can
ayme
at
:
Who
is
it
if
her
heart
be
stubborne
,
we
Can
make
it
soft
;
if
great
above
your
fortune
,
We
can
raise
you
to
her
equality
,
Or
bring
her
downe
to
your
levell
,
since
we
ha'
promist
In
hope
not
to
repent
:
either
declare
The
mistresse
of
your
thoughts
,
and
finde
them
prosper
,
We
are
not
us'd
to
expresse
such
bounteous
language
,
But
be
the
proudest
,
greatest
in
our
Dutchy
,
Without
all
limitation
,
she
shall
carry
No
birth
or
state
here
,
to
despise
the
service
You
fairely
meane
her
:
if
we
faile
in
this
,
We
will
not
thinke
our
strength
worth
the
preserving
Bo.
If
I
have
any
wit
.
Enter
Cornelio
.
Cor.
Madam
the
Duke
.
Dut.
What
Duke
?
Cor.
The
Duke
of
Ferrara
with
a
glorious
traine
Is
come
to
Court
,
and
as
the
loud
voyce
is
Given
out
by
himselfe
,
to
claime
you
for
his
wife
,
For
which
he
has
your
promise
.
Dut.
How
our
promise
?
Can
Princes
be
so
insolent
,
beshrew
His
haste
,
but
we
shall
lose
much
of
our
honour
To
give
no
ceremony
to
his
person
?
How e're
our
thoughts
point
,
we
will
entertaine
him
And
dresse
our
face
in
smiles
.
Cor.
His
lookes
renew
My
sufferings
,
I
have
not
power
to
manage
My
wilde
affection
,
my
heart
will
not
Be
denied
but
by
a
secret
destinie
.
Runnes
to
imbrace
him
—
Brother
.
Dut.
Ha
,
Cornelia
I
hope
you
are
not
courting
Borgia
,
He
is
your
brother
,
know
your
place
within
Our
traine
.
Exit
.
Bo.
Shee
's
jealous
,
jealous
,
starres
I
thanke
you
,
T
is
cleare
as
light
shee
does
affect
me
now
:
Did
she
not
put
me
too
't
,
to
name
my
mistris
,
Yet
in
a
shaddow
pointed
at
her selfe
?
Be
she
the
proudest
,
greatest
in
our
Dutchy
Without
all
limitation
,
I
mark'd
that
And
had
my
sense
—
if
great
above
your
fortune
We
can
raise
you
to
her
equalitie
:
Fine
moralls
,
poore
Cornelia
loves
me
too
,
But
I
must
give
her
no
encouragement
:
Her
grace
is
much
the
better
woman
—
ha
,
Loud
Musicke
.
A
passage
over
the
Stage
,
Duke
,
Dutchesse
,
Ursini
,
Iulio
,
Lucio
,
Pietro
,
Ladies
.
She
appeard
discontent
when
first
Cornelia
Brought
her
the
newes
,
yet
they
march
lovingly
Together
,
but
that
ceremony
must
Be
allow'd
at
Court
,
where
shift
of
face
and
tongue
Are
wisely
to
be
practiz'd
—
my
good
Lord
.
Enter
Ursini
and
Pietro
.
Urs.
Your
servant
Borgia
.
T
is
her
graces
pleasure
every
gentleman
That
has
relation
to
the
Duke
,
taste
all
The
bounties
of
her
Court
.
Bo.
How
's
this
?
Urs.
None
dare
To
affront
a
Groome
on
forfeit
of
his
place
,
Let
all
the
offices
of
entertainment
Be
free
and
open
.
Pie.
I
shall
signifie
These
her
commands
.
Urs.
And
they
that
of
her
owne
Court
are
ambitious
to
expresse
their
duties
Let
it
appeare
in
keeping
this
day
solemne
To
wine
and
mirth
,
that
every
brow
may
speake
A
joy
and
welcome
to
the
Duke
.
Pie.
I
shall
.
Exit
.
Bo.
Here
's
like
to
be
a
triumph
,
with
your
Lordships
Pardon
;
was
that
the
Duke
of
Ferrara
Urs.
Yes
of
Urbin
shortly
,
when
their
marriage
Is
perfect
,
every
subjects
heart
prayes
for
it
,
And
sent
their
acclamations
to
heaven
To
see
her
highnesse
lovingly
salute
him
,
Hee
's
a
brave
Prince
.
Bo.
A
good
round
gentleman
,
He
did
not
flie
hither
;
I
heard
talke
of
an
Embassadour
.
Urs.
A
cloud
for
his
owne
person
Till
his
affaires
came
to
maturitie
.
He
stood
conceal'd
toth
'
Dutchesse
,
but
last
night
He
gain'd
her
princely
word
to
marry
him
,
And
is
this
morning
bright
in
his
owne
glories
.
Bo.
Last
night
.
Urs.
I
le
build
more
faith
upon
his
honour
Fast
as
a
contract
.
Bo.
To
what
painted
Paradise
Would
she
ha'
led
me
?
wood
I
had
my
sister
now
.
Urs.
With
this
joy
I
had
forgot
my
owne
,
Borgia
;
Brother
Let
not
the
sound
be
unwelcome
,
t
is
the
Dutchesses
Pleasure
to
honour
her
unworthy
creature
Ursini
,
by
appointment
of
our
marriage
To
Waite
on
hers
.
Bo.
What
marriage
?
Urs.
With
your
sister
,
I
le
not
suspect
your
love
,
since
faire
Cornelia
Is
not
displeasd
to
be
directed
by
Her
highnesse
,
and
be
confident
my
love
Shall
make
the
memory
of
it
welcome
to
you
;
You
will
excuse
me
if
I
take
my
leave
,
These
houres
are
full
of
businesse
,
and
I
have
Many
commands
upon
me
.
Exit
.
Bo.
In
good
time
,
I
am
in
a
good
state
agen
,
I
was
an
asse
To
thinke
the
Dutchesse
meant
me
any
thing
But
mockery
,
she
told
me
so
before
To
make
more
sport
,
I
ha'
lost
my
sister
too
,
Shee
s
for
Ursinis
carving
,
I
could
curse
My selfe
to
Millan
,
but
t
is
not
impossible
I
may
retrive
Cornelia
,
by
giving
her
A
timely
satisfaction
,
I
am
not
Her
brother
Borgia
:
Ther
's
all
the
hope
is
left
,
I
shall
be
loath
To
hunt
two
hares
,
and
after
lose
them
both
.
Exit
.
Actus
Quartus
.
Enter
Mercutio
and
Borgia
at
severall
dores
.
Mer.
SOnne
y'
are
well
met
.
Bo.
Your
pleasure
Sir
.
Mer.
No
great
pleasure
,
I
am
almost
hoarse
with
Enquiring
for
you
,
I
must
aske
you
a
question
,
First
let
me
examine
your
countenance
.
Bo.
Your
meaning
Sir
?
Mer.
I
have
no
skill
in
Metaposcopie
,
De'
e
know
me
?
Bo.
I
am
not
discover'd
sure
,
What
crotchet
's
this
?
Mer.
Hee
's
proud
,
he
wonnot
know
me
:
'T
is
so
,
hee
's
lost
,
he
is
undone
,
nay
,
nay
,
It
will
become
me
to
stand
bare
to
you
Sir
,
And
teach
my
hammes
the
officious
cringe
;
be
cover'd
.
Bo.
I
know
not
how
to
interpret
Sir
your
language
;
Yet
I
would
hope
you
mocke
me
not
,
altho
It
was
the
Dutchesse
pleasure
to
create
Mirth
from
this
barren
heape
,
and
counterfeit
Favors
to
try
my
duty
,
joyne
not
you
With
others
to
enlarge
my
scorne
,
I
am
not
So
tame
of
soule
,
but
I
have
sense
of
all
Their
Ieeres
.
Mer.
Their
Ieeres
?
whom
doe
you
point
upon
?
Bo.
I
dare
not
name
the
Dutchesse
;
I
am
all
Obedience
to
her
person
,
yet
she
might
Have
plac'd
her
giddy
humor
somewhere
else
It
swells
not
me
with
expectation
,
I
was
not
made
for
state
.
Mer.
Doe
not
you
then
Thinke
to
be
Duke
.
Bo.
Should
any
but
your selfe
Name
such
a
title
to
me
,
I
should
answer
His
question
with
a
frowne
,
and
something
else
To
waite
upon
't
,
tho
I
engag'd
my
life
To
a
fresh
danger
,
but
I
am
instructed
By
nature
and
religion
to
be
calme
At
what
you
say
.
Mer.
On
this
condition
I
le
give
thee
leave
to
beate
me
,
't
was
my
feare
Thou
hadst
an
easie
faith
,
and
wert
transported
Indeede
out
of
thy
wits
,
but
since
I
see
Thou
art
not
madde
,
I
will
commend
a
wife
to
thee
Bor.
To
me
,
I
thanke
you
Sir
,
not
yet
,
I
shall
be
madde
indeed
then
,
I
will
marry
None
but
my
sister
,
take
my
word
.
Mer.
Thy
sister
?
Bo.
I
cannot
raile
upon
the
Dutchesse
safely
;
A
wife
,
my
mother
's
dead
.
Mer.
thou
d'st
not
have
her
?
Bo.
I
thinke
you
wod
not
have
her
out
of
heaven
.
T'
were
little
Charrity
,
and
the
whole
sex
Were
in
a
dead
sleepe
wer
't
not
finne
to
wake
'em
;
A
wife
,
I
le
seeke
my
sister
.
Mer.
Stay
and
take
My
keyes
,
this
opens
to
my
gould
,
goe
home
And
take
out
ten
bagges
.
Bo.
What
to
doe
Sir
?
Mer.
To
spend
'em
,
all
's
thine
owne
,
leave
something
for
Cornelia
,
because
perhaps
shee
'l
marry
,
And
I
am
satisfied
,
a
prudent
boy
,
How
am
I
bound
to
heaven
that
hee
's
not
proud
,
Nor
taken
in
the
subtle
toyles
of
women
?
Hee
'l
never
marry
,
how
shall
I
consume
My
estate
?
Dost
heare
,
a
little
portion
Will
serve
Vrsini
with
thy
sister
.
Bo.
Must
He
marry
her
?
Mer.
I
let
him
,
we
shall
please
The
Dutchesse
too
,
and
when
she
is
disposd
The
rest
is
ours
to
revell
with
.
Bo.
I
le
thinke
on
t
.
Exit
.
Enter
Iulio
and
Lucio
.
Mer.
Did
you
not
meet
my
sonne
?
Iu.
Yes
somewhat
melancholy
.
Mer.
You
are
deceiv'd
,
hee
's
cholericke
,
and
let
Me
advise
you
gentlemen
,
although
I
know
He
loves
you
,
doe
not
mocke
him
,
hee
's
no
foole
;
No
bladder
to
be
swolne
with
breath
of
praise
And
Ladies
Iigges
,
he
is
sensible
he
is
,
And
will
not
be
the
hatefull
stocke
of
pastime
To
Groomes
and
Pages
.
Lu.
What
doe
you
meane
my
Lord
?
Mer.
Call
him
not
Duke
,
I
counsell
you
.
Iu.
We
doe
not
.
Mer.
Nor
do'e
not
thinke
it
possible
it
may
be
Lu.
Have
patience
,
and
we
doe
not
,
we
have
alter'd
Our
opinions
,
and
are
cleare
of
your
side
now
.
Iu.
As
the
wheeles
move
we
doe
thinke
nothing
lesse
,
Your
sonne
shall
not
be
Duke
,
there
is
no
feare
on
't
Whilst
Ferrara
lives
.
Mer.
He
shall
not
.
Iu.
So
we
say
,
sleepe
quietly
.
Mer.
He
shall
not
,
very
peremptory
,
You
are
no
Oracles
,
would
I
were
Dutchesse
For
halfe
an
houre
,
he
shud
be
Duke
,
de'
e
heare
now
;
No
matter
who
repented
:
I
thought
you
Had
beene
his
friend
,
he
shannot
be
a
Duke
?
How ere
I
thought
on
't
,
it
becomes
not
you
To
circumscribe
his
fortune
,
he
can
number
Descents
of
noble
blood
,
and
had
his
breeding
;
Has
none
of
the
worst
faces
,
heads
,
nor
hearts
,
How ere
you
value
him
and
discharge
your
boults
At
randome
thus
,
he
shannot
.
Lu.
Heare
us
Sir
.
Mer.
He
shall
not
be
a
Duke
.
Exit
.
Lu.
Did
not
I
say
he
was
mad
?
Iu.
That
was
dissembled
,
He
has
cause
now
to
see
a
turne
i'
th
streame
,
And
Ferrara
onely
hopefull
with
the
Dutchesse
,
Enter
Pisauro
and
Ascanio
.
What
thing
is
that
?
Pis.
Is
he
so
confident
?
As.
He
will
lay
about
like
a
Prince
,
de'
e
thinke
We
may
present
him
safely
?
if
you
say
The
word
I
le
winde
him
up
to
an
Emperour
.
Pis.
Keep
thy
shape
boy
,
we
wonnot
lose
the
sport
,
And
happily
I
will
acquaint
these
gentlemen
.
As.
If
I
Should
be
whipt
heartily
for
my
conceit
,
The
little
high
German
wud
not
take
it
kindly
,
It
may
be
the
court
largesse
;
but
no
matter
,
I
have
some
gold
and
dare
venter
the
last
At
any
time
for
coyne
of
this
complexion
.
Lu.
Are
you
in
earnest
.
In.
'T
will
be
excellent
,
And
please
her
highnesse
,
she
has
commanded
All
libertie
of
mirth
,
I
le
undertake
To
prepare
her
.
Pis.
About
it
then
,
I
le
have
My
part
i'
th
enterlude
,
lose
no
time
boy
,
Thou
shalt
be
Prince
of
Pigmieland
for
this
:
The
Dutchesse
,
I
le
withdraw
.
Enter
Dutchesse
,
Ferrara
,
Ursini
,
Borgia
,
Cornelia
Ladies
.
Dut.
My
Lord
,
you
make
me
wonder
,
challenge
me
Of
promises
?
tho
I
acknowledge
it
,
No
act
that
could
reflect
with
a
dishonour
Vpon
our
person
,
yet
we
must
not
be
So
jeasted
into
marriage
,
you
are
a
Prince
Of
an
unquestiond
merit
,
take
not
these
Imaginary
wayes
to
advance
your
hopes
In
us
,
we
are
yet
free
as
you
my
Lord
,
And
shall
not
in
a
dreame
give
up
our selfe
,
Were
we
disposd
to
marry
or
contract
Our selfe
,
the
day
shall
witnesse
it
without
A
blush
,
let
guiltie
soules
call
night
to
cover
Their
promises
,
we
are
innocent
.
Fer.
Good
Madam
Render
me
not
so
lost
to
my
owne
senses
,
To
the
honour
of
a
Prince
basely
to
coine
A
language
for
my
purpose
,
though
you
may
Repent
the
last
nights
freedome
,
and
correct
Your
judgement
of
me
,
make
me
not
so
miserable
To
let
the
Court
thinke
I
invented
this
As
destitute
of
nobler
wayes
to
move
you
,
But
I
presume
this
is
to
try
my
patience
And
make
my
joyes
at
last
more
pretious
By
this
delay
;
I
know
you
are
all
vertue
And
cannot
staine
your selfe
by
a
denyall
Of
any
syllable
you
speake
.
Dut.
With
pardon
Of
your
grace
,
I
shall
laugh
if
you
persist
thus
:
You
had
a
pleasant
dreame
,
but
lovers
Are
flatterd
in
their
sleepe
,
I
speake
to
you
.
Fer.
Then
Madam
I
take
leave
,
to
tell
you
t
is
not
Done
like
a
Princesse
of
that
character
We
have
receiv'd
,
and
if
I
had
no
witnesse
I
see
what
mirth
we
are
prepar'd
for
.
Dut.
Witnesse
There
is
too
much
at
stake
my
Lord
already
,
To
racke
this
argument
for
your
owne
fame
,
Proceede
not
to
enlarge
it
,
we
would
rather
Confesse
some
guilt
against
our selfe
,
then
let
You
honour
be
expos'd
to
such
strait
censure
For
loving
us
,
yet
if
you
would
be
silent
In
this
we
shall
be
proud
,
in
other
things
To
have
denyed
you
nothing
,
and
be
asham'd
You
tooke
our
Court
so
unprepard
to
honour
you
.
Fer.
Was
ever
such
a
mockery
,
I
see
I
must
produce
more
testimony
,
you
see
Can
justifie
if
you
please
,
I
have
affirm'd
Nothing
but
truth
,
altho
my
willing
eare
Catch'd
up
the
voyce
,
she
spake
it
to
you
signior
.
Bo.
What
my
good
Lord
?
Fer.
That
she
resolv'd
to
marry
us
.
Bo.
Your
excellence
Must
pardon
me
,
I
heard
her
highnesse
speake
No
language
to
that
purpose
.
Dut.
We
honour
You
Borgia
for
acquitting
us
.
Cor.
T
is
truth
her
highnesse
never
spake
so
,
but
I
did
Whom
supposd
the
Dutchesse
,
and
this
must
Sound
hope
in
him
to
be
so
negative
.
Fer.
It
seemes
you
have
concluded
,
Madam
,
I
Must
be
the
generall
mirth
.
Dut.
I
finde
Cornelias
Cunning
in
this
and
must
apply
some
complement
For
our
owne
honour
,
good
my
Lord
your
privacie
.
Bo.
How
er'e
her
grace
be
a
little
impudent
I
had
beene
madde
to
justifie
the
Duke
In
such
a
cause
,
she
has
no
minde
to
marry
him
,
And
perhaps
talk'd
to
me
last
night
to
try
My
strength
of
wit
,
women
are
subtill
creatures
,
No
matter
tho
Ursini
court
my
sister
,
My
ambitions
faire
a
tother
side
agen
.
Enter
Iulio
,
and
Lucio
,
and
whisper
with
the
Dutchesse
.
Vrs.
T
is
strange
the
Dutchesse
should
so
mistake
.
Cor.
Vpon
My
conscience
she
heard
the
words
.
Urs.
Yet
She
denies
.
Cor.
I
must
beleeve
her
too
:
Urs.
You
speak
a
riddle
Maddam
.
Du.
Will
you
my
Lord
Admit
of
so
much
mirth
.
Fer.
You
shall
command
me
.
Dut.
Remit
'em
then
,
the
rest
I
le
cleare
hereafter
To
your
satisfaction
.
Enter
Ascanio
,
Pimponio
,
Pisauro
Pis.
De'
e
heare
,
what
Prince
de'
e
meane
to
call
your selfe
?
Pim.
Why
any
Prince
in
Spaine
.
Pis
No
I
le
advise
you
You
shall
be
an
Italian
Prince
in
Spanish
habit
,
Now
I
thinke
better
on
't
,
t
is
queint
,
and
will
Be
gratefull
for
the
witty
noveltie
:
Every
common
Prince
goes
in
his
countries
fashion
Such
as
you
are
not
ordinary
,
be
bould
.
Bo.
Why
didst
bring
him
hither
.
Pis.
Peace
I
may
doe
you
a
curtesie
,
Keepe
your
owne
counsell
and
be
ignorant
Of
this
strange
Creature
,
say
you
are
—
The
Duke
of
—
thus
disguisd
for
reasons
Knowne
to
your selfe
.
Pim.
Duke
of
—
let
me
alone
.
Pis.
And
be
not
beaten
out
of
't
.
Pim.
I
wonnot
,
let
the
high
German
first
present
mee
in
a
speech
,
Is
that
the
Dutchesse
?
so
,
so
.
As.
I
warrant
you
.
Pim.
My
master
or
his
ghost
?
Pis.
You
wonnot
be
a
foole
and
lose
your selfe
,
And
heaven
knowes
what
scorne
to
take
notice
on
him
,
Remember
who
you
are
.
Pim.
Vmph
,
umph
,
stand
by
fellow
.
As.
Dutchesse
of
Urbin
never
was
your
Court
Grac'd
with
the
presence
of
so
brave
a
Prince
As
this
the
darling
and
delight
of
Christendome
.
Dut.
He
seemes
no
lesse
.
Urs.
What
pageants
ha'
we
got
.
As.
And
cosen
not
your selves
he
is
no
Spaniard
.
But
of
Italian
sprightly
breed
,
a
man
Famous
in
Arts
and
Armes
,
as
shall
appeare
If
any
man
dares
question
him
,
should
your
grace
But
see
him
at
some
royall
exercise
You
wud
thinke
him
more
then
mortall
,
he
shall
pitch
The
Barre
with
any
of
your
Guard
,
or
drink
with
'em
;
Wrastle
with
both
the
West
and
North
Olympicks
,
Sings
like
the
Arabian
Bird
,
and
can
out-dance
.
The
nimble
Elephant
,
so
rarely
skil'd
In
musicke
,
that
he
has
a
great
ambition
To
goe
to
hell
to
challenge
Orpheus
To
play
with
him
on
any
Instrument
From
the
Organ
to
the
Iewes-trumpe
.
Dut.
Miracles
!
As.
These
are
the
outside
of
his
qualities
,
But
looke
within
him
,
and
your
grace
shall
finde
Enough
to
ravish
you
.
Pim.
Tell
how
I
love
her
.
As.
With
all
these
vertues
and
advantages
Of
blood
and
state
he
comes
to
court
your
highnesse
.
Dut.
We
are
infinitely
honord
,
and
wud
thank
him
,
But
that
we
know
not
yet
this
Princes
name
.
As.
Duke
of
Ferrara
Madam
is
his
title
.
Fer.
How
sirrah
?
Iu.
That
is
the
Duke
of
Ferrara
,
what
de'
e
meane
?
Pis.
Stand
too
't
and
say
he
is
a
counterfeit
A
meere
impostor
,
be
not
beaten
out
on
't
.
Fer.
Are
you
Duke
of
Ferrara
sirrah
,
ha
.
Pim.
I
am
Duke
of
all
the
world
,
what
's
that
to
thee
?
High
German
stand
close
to
me
.
As.
A
true
Prince
needs
no
buckler
.
Exit
.
Fer.
Sirrah
darst
usurpe
my
name
?
Pim.
T
is
mine
,
thou
art
a
counterfeit
,
I
hope
your
grace
will
know
me
another
time
.
Urs.
A
base
affront
my
Lord
,
and
suspect
A
plot
of
Borgias
to
dishonour
you
,
He
durst
not
stay
to
face
it
.
Fer.
I
le
have's
heare
,
As
for
this
wretch
.
Pim.
Doe
,
doe
,
I
look'd
for
this
,
a
true
Prince
can
beare
.
Fer.
Madam
you
have
not
usd
me
well
.
I
say
no
more
.
Exit
.
Fer.
and
Urs.
Pim.
Let
him
goe
madam
,
I
le
call
him
to
account
hereafter
.
Dut.
We
are
displeasd
,
hence
with
that
foole
and
whip
him
.
Exit
.
Pim.
What
's
the
matter
?
Iu.
You
must
be
whipt
and
strip'd
my
scurvie
Don
.
Pim.
Whip
a
Prince
?
what
de'
e
meane
?
Lu.
You
must
be
Duke
of
Ferrara
.
Pim.
Duke
of
a
Fiddle-sticke
,
you
doe
not
meane
,
to
let
me
Catch
an
Ague
Gentlemen
?
Iu.
The
lash
when
the
fit
comes
will
keepe
you
warme
,
doe
you
know
one
Pimponio
,
he
was
a
footman
,
you
will
be
in
case
to
overtake
him
presently
,
hee
has
the
heeles
on
you
,
and
you
cannot
give
him
so
much
weight
,
now
you
are
light
,
stay
but
a
little
wee
'l
send
you
a
whip
.
Exit
.
Pim.
How
am
I
transform'd
,
Duke
of
Ferrara
quotha
,
wud
I
were
any
thing
,
I
know
not
what
I
am
as
they
have
handled
me
.
Enter
Dutchesse
and
Pietro
.
Dut.
Is
the
Duke
gone
?
Pie.
Yes
Madam
.
Dut.
I
le
have
the
foole
hang'd
then
.
Pim.
That
's
I
.
Dut.
Alas
poore
fellow
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
what
art
thou
?
Pim.
Nothing
,
I
hope
she
does
not
know
me
agen
,
I
must
deny
my selfe
.
Dut.
Come
hither
Sirrah
,
Whose
devise
was
it
to
bid
you
say
you
were
Duke
of
Ferrara
?
Pim.
Alas
not
I
Madam
,
he
is
gone
.
Dut.
Who
is
gone
?
Pim.
The
insolent
fellow
that
made
a
foole
of
your
highnesse
.
Dut.
Whether
is
he
gone
?
Pim.
To
obey
your
grace
and
be
whip'd
.
Dut.
Why
doe
you
shake
so
?
Pim.
I
'me
very
warme
and
please
your
grace
.
Dut.
Where
be
your
cloathes
?
Pim.
My
cloathes
?
I
never
wore
any
more
in
my
life
,
I
sweat
with
these
.
Dut.
He
has
punishment
enough
,
who
waites
?
Bid
Borgia
attend
us
.
Pie.
I
shall
Madam
.
Exit
.
Enter
Borgia
.
Bor.
How
now
sirrah
,
what
are
you
?
Pim.
A
Tumbler
,
doe
you
know
me
?
Bor.
I
know
thee
?
Pim.
What
not
Pimp
.
honest
Pimponio
.
Enter
Pietro
.
Pie.
Signior
Borgia
her
grace
calls
for
you
.
Bo.
I
attend
.
Exit
.
Pim.
How
signior
Borgia
?
then
I
am
not
I
,
and
there
is
no
Staying
here
to
finde
my selfe
,
as
I
remember
some
friends
of
mine
,
did
promise
me
a
comfortable
whip
,
I
le
rather
venture
a
cold
then
stay
for
t
,
I
must
be
Dukified
,
be
perswaded
into
kickes
—
they
'l
returne
,
I
wonnot
tempt
my
destinie
,
she
promisd
to
hang
me
,
and
I
can
doe
that
for
my selfe
when
I
have
a
minde
too
t
.
Enter
Iulio
,
and
Lucio
.
Ju.
Kicke
that
fellow
out
of
the
Court
.
Pim.
You
are
mistaken
Sir
,
he
meanes
some body
else
,
I
have
beene
kicked
already
.
Exit
.
Enter
Dutchesse
and
Borgia
▪
Bo.
Madam
you
let
fall
.
Dut.
Let
it
re
ward
your
paines
.
Iu.
Observ'd
you
that
.
Dut.
Convey
this
to
Mercutio
,
it
creates
him
Controuler
of
our
houshold
,
this
I
hope
Will
merit
more
of
his
acquaintance
with
Our
Court
.
Bo.
You
honour
your
poore
creatures
.
Dut.
Leave
us
,
Exit
.
You
may
stay
Sir
,
what
suite
,
what
that
you
named
?
Bo.
Suite
Madam
?
Dut.
Did
not
you
say
you
had
a
suite
to
us
,
I
hope
your
modestie
will
teach
you
how
To
lim
it
your
request
,
that
it
may
be
Such
as
may
both
become
our
grant
and
your
Acceptance
,
speake
what
i'
st
Bo.
My
suite
Madam
?
Dut.
But
in
the
confidence
of
your
discretion
Name
and
enjoy
what
you
desire
.
Bo.
This
bounty
Of
language
is
beyond
all
my
ambition
.
Dut.
Well
Sir
to
'th
purpose
,
I
would
have
you
speake
To
purpose
now
.
Bo.
To
purpose
,
would
I
durst
,
This
exceeds
all
the
rest
,
shall
I
be
mad
And
lose
this
opportunitie
.
Dut.
We
are
prepar'd
Bo.
Better
?
my
happinesse
flowes
upon
me
My
suite
is
Madam
,
you
would
be
pleas'd
to
—
What
shall
I
say
,
she
lookes
so
keene
and
tempting
,
I
have
a
great
mind
to
kisse
her
.
Dut.
Not
resolv'd
yet
?
Bo.
Long
since
,
my
humble
suite
is
to
you
Madam
,
that
—
Dut.
What
?
Dut.
I
may
be
number'd
still
among
your
creatures
And
keepe
a
blessing
in
your
gracious
smiles
Vpon
my
humble
service
.
Dut.
A
smile
and
humblest
service
,
is
this
all
?
You
wonnot
purchase
much
by
being
a
Courtier
.
Bo.
The
greatest
rise
by
favour
,
I
ha
lost
An
opportunitie
.
Dut.
Is
there
nothing
else
?
Bo.
She
Askes
agen
,
now
I
le
put
her
too
t
,
We
are
private
,
I
have
another
suite
Madam
.
Dut.
A
courtier
should
have
many
,
what
i'
st
made
on
?
Bo.
Of
love
.
Dut.
A
prettie
winter
wearing
,
and
keepes
well
In
fashion
.
Bo.
May
I
presume
to
as
aske
your
grace
.
Dut.
A
question
?
yes
Sir
.
Bo.
Doe
you
love
me
Madam
?
Dut.
How
Sir
?
Bo.
Does
your
grace
love
me
?
Dut.
Audacious
Groome
,
how
dares
thy
soule
imagine
So
great
an
impudence
,
almost
treason
to
us
,
Are
all
our
favours
thought
so
cheape
?
and
we
Consider'd
in
the
crowd
of
other
women
Fit
for
your
mixture
,
to
be
stain'd
with
loose
And
desperate
proffers
of
your
wanton
service
?
Have
we
no
more
distinction
in
our
birth
And
titles
?
Or
de'
e
hope
we
are
disarm'd
Of
strength
to
punish
such
an
insolence
?
Had
smiles
tane
such
possession
of
our
brow
Thou
couldst
expect
no
killing
frowne
for
this
?
Was
our
eye
growne
so
tame
nothing
could
quicken
it
Into
a
flame
,
into
a
consuming
lightning
,
When
such
an
object
durst
appeare
to
vex
it
?
Thus
we
could
spurne
thy
sawcy
head
off
—
but
We
pardon
it
,
de'
e
heare
?
we
freely
pardon
it
,
To
shew
mercy
is
above
all
fault
,
And
that
we
are
at
home
Queene
of
our
passions
,
Nor
shall
you
suffer
under
the
remembrance
,
T
is
now
as
it
had
never
beene
,
and
you
keepe
The
first
place
in
our
thoughts
.
Bo.
Ha'
?
Dut.
Wisely
preserve
'em
And
rather
chide
your
timerous
understanding
Then
thinke
us
angry
,
had
your
sinne
beene
greater
We
should
have
met
it
charitably
,
come
,
You
are
our
Secretary
,
write
as
we
shall
dictate
.
Bo.
Did
ever
Sunne-shine
breake
so
suddenly
From
such
a
blacke
and
most
prodigious
cloud
?
I
would
ha'
sold
my
body
for
a
beane
stalke
Within
two
minuts
,
sh
'as
an
excellent
wit
And
cunningly
she
reines
it
,
what
's
your
pleasure
I
shall
write
Madam
?
Dut.
A
letter
,
a
love
letter
,
are
you
ready
,
Write
as
I
bid
upon
your
life
,
—
I
love
you
.
Bo.
I
am
perpar'd
.
Dut.
Write
I
love
you
Sir
,
de'
e
not
understand
me
?
Bo.
Shee
'l
make
me
mad
,
I
ha'
done
,
I
love
you
.
Dut.
How
Sir
?
Bo.
There
wanted
Sir
,
I
love
you
Sir
.
Dut.
And
if
you
be
not
short
of
apprehension
.
Bo.
And
if
,
&c.
Dut.
You
'l
wisely
entertaine
it
.
Bo.
You
'l
wisely
,
&c.
Dut.
All
errors
be
forgot
,
meete
me
this
evening
Bo.
All
errors
,
&c.
Dut.
I'
th
privie
Garden
,
and
receive
more
testimony
.
Bo.
I'
th
privie
garden
,
&c.
Dut.
Meane
time
heere
is
my
hand
,
that
in
the
morning
I
'le
marry
you
.
Bo.
Meane
time
,
&c
.
—
What
a
divell
does
she
meane
?
I
ha'
done
,
it
wants
your
confirmation
—
so
.
To
whom
shall
I
direct
it
?
Dut.
You
will
be
trustie
,
there
's
danger
else
.
Bo.
To
whom
?
Dut.
To
him
that
loves
me
best
,
Deceive
me
not
farewell
.
Exit
.
Bo.
I
love
you
Sir
,
&c.
t
is
a
letter
,
and
I
wrote
it
,
To
whom
,
to
him
that
loves
her
best
,
if
none
love
her
better
,
T
is
to
my selfe
?
Why
am
I
so
scrupulous
?
She
has
made
me
Chancellor
in
the
cause
,
There
's
noe
particular
nam'd
,
yet
she
was
angry
,
Yet
she
was
pleasd
agen
,
and
had
my
crime
Beene
greater
,
she
had
met
it
charitably
.
Come
I
perceive
the
whole
device
as
sure
As
I
have
any
sense
,
she
does
affect
me
,
And
tries
me
at
the
last
weapon
of
wit
How
I
le
behave
my selfe
,
are
you
there
Dutchesse
;
She
is
my
owne
,
and
this
invites
me
to
The
close
of
all
my
happinesse
,
if
I
Forfeit
this
opportunitie
,
let
Midas
Transplant
his
goodly
eares
to
this
dull
head
,
And
let
all
women
laugh
at
me
,
my
starres
I
bow
to
you
,
and
kisse
your
influence
,
I
am
exalted
to
your
spheare
already
,
Where
,
with
the
Dutchesse
I
will
sit
and
shine
A
constellation
.
Enter
Ferrara
.
Fer.
Y'
are
well
met
Sir
,
Borgia
I
take
it
.
Bor.
You
may
change
that
name
And
call
me
servant
.
Fer.
You
have
prostrate
language
,
But
carry
treason
in
your
heart
,
you
know
me
?
Bo.
Duke
of
Ferrara
.
Fer.
So
,
was
't
your
plot
to
bring
That
puppet
to
affront
me
'fore
the
Dutchesse
?
Was
there
noe
other
name
to
be
usurp'd
,
Dishonor'd
,
and
prophan'd
by
hounds
and
monkies
But
mine
?
Bo.
I
understand
you
not
,
your
anger
Is
not
directed
right
my
Lord
,
I
am
not
Guiltie
in
thought
.
Fer.
Your
feares
shall
not
excuse
.
Bo.
You
are
abus'd
.
Fer.
I
know
I
am
Sir
,
and
Will
print
revenge
upon
your
heart
,
't
shall
carry
The
character
of
a
villaine
.
Bo.
I
must
tell
you
Duke
.
Fer.
What
Sir
?
Bo.
Were
you
master
of
the
world
,
Could
you
shoot
death
beyond
a
Basiliske
,
Or
had
you
mischiefe
in
your
breath
above
The
Lernean
vapours
,
or
the
killing
steame
Of
the
hot
lake
that
poysons
innocent
Birds
But
daring
to
flie
over
,
I
would
rise
With
as
much
confidence
to
scorne
this
calumnie
As
I
would
quench
my
thirst
,
or
chide
my
Groome
The
drudges
for
me
,
Duke
I
am
no
villaine
,
And
tho
my
blood
runnes
not
so
deépe
a
purple
There
's
no
corruption
in
the
chapest
veine
My
Liver
feeds
,
't
is
cleare
and
honest
sir
,
In
thy
owne
Court
I
le
meet
and
tell
thee
so
Mauger
thy
guards
,
and
gawdy
Butter-flies
,
I
dare
,
by
innocence
,
I
dare
.
Fer.
You
thinke
The
place
protects
you
now
.
Bo.
Were
it
in
a
Church
No
drop
of
mine
could
staine
it
,
Duke
I
cannot
Feare
and
be
master
of
a
sword
,
that
needs
No
valour
in
a
cause
so
just
as
mine
To
stirre
the
point
,
by
all
my
hopes
.
Fer.
Thy
hopes
,
Of
what
reversion
?
what
Groomes
place
is
vacant
?
Bo.
Come
t
is
not
done
becommingly
To
insult
because
you
have
a
priviledge
Of
Duke
above
you
,
I
am
here
a
servant
To
a
most
gracious
Princesse
.
Fer.
At
that
name
I
drew
New
flame
,
and
should
I
credit
thy
soule
free
From
this
dishonour
,
thou
hast
sinne
enough
In
thy
ambition
to
pull
ruine
on
thee
,
Are
we
too
fit
to
be
in
competition
Sir
?
Hast
thou
a
thought
so
proud
,
so
daring
in
thee
To
be
my
rivall
?
Have
I
courted
her
To
her
owne
height
,
a
Prince
?
and
shall
her
vassall
Looke
on
her
with
an
eye
,
lesse
then
serves
The
Altar
with
,
because
she
is
pleasd
some
time
To
laugh
,
and
seeme
indulgent
to
your
services
For
her
owne
sake
,
can
you
have
braine
to
thinke
Such
treason
to
her
judgement
,
that
she
loves
you
?
Or
can
she
be
so
lost
to
truth
and
honour
Not
to
make
good
her
promises
to
me
Religious
as
a
contract
,
has
she
not
Declard
me
worthy
of
her
,
and
my
love
The
best
of
all
the
world
.
Bo.
How
was
that
Sir
?
Fer.
The
best
of
all
the
world
,
t
is
not
that
I
Can
be
so
poore
in
my
esteeme
of
her
Whose
mention
is
sacred
,
or
my selfe
That
I
have
any
jealousie
thou
canst
Inherit
possibly
the
hundredth
part
Of
any
thought
that
points
upon
affection
Hast
thou
no
soule
to
apprehend
thy
scorne
?
Nay
did
she
not
,
fearing
thou
might'st
grow
insolent
Vpon
her
favours
late
declare
herselfe
,
It
was
not
love
but
mirth
and
wantonnesse
Of
revelling
nights
,
commanding
on
thy
life
Thou
feede
no
ambition
higher
,
or
feede
a
thought
To
her
,
beyond
what
waited
upon
dutie
You
may
remember
this
.
Bo.
T
is
cleare
,
this
none
Could
tell
him
but
her selfe
,
I
finde
too
plaine
Who
is
the
may-game
of
the
Court
,
this
last
Convinces
me
,
your
pardon
mightie
Sir
You
love
the
Dutchesse
.
Fer.
Best
she
will
acknowledge
Of
all
mankind
.
Bo.
I
have
a
letter
to
you
,
I
will
not
doubt
my
pardon
when
you
reade
it
,
T
is
to
you
Sir
if
there
can
bee
a
joy
beyond
what
's
there
contain'd
▪
Fer.
Ha
?
I
am
blest
,
Borgia
let
me
imbrace
thee
my
best
friend
Dwell
in
my
heart
,
divide
with
me
Ferrara
Or
Urbin
,
any
thing
but
the
Dutchesse
,
say
I
le
meet
her
in
the
Garden
were
it
walld
With
flaming
Dragons
,
I
have
not
a
soule
Spacious
enough
to
entertaine
this
happinesse
Beyond
my
hope
,
above
my
life
deare
Borgia
.
Exit
.
Bo.
Beyond
his
hope
?
it
seemes
this
joy
was
not
Expected
umph
,
and
I
had
no
commission
To
give
it
him
,
after
all
this
if
shee
Meant
it
not
this
way
,
I
ha'
made
fine
worke
,
She
might
ha'
namd
him
,
wud
I
had
the
paper
Agen
,
now
doe
I
prophesie
I
have
Vndone
my selfe
,
and
onely
her
grace
meant
That
I
should
meet
her
,
curse
upon
my
easinesse
;
I
have
lost
an
opportunitie
,
no
fate
Flatterd
a
mortall
with
the
like
,
dull
braines
,
There
's
yet
prevention
,
genius
I
thanke
thee
,
T
is
possible
I
may
secure
the
Garden
And
boldly
meet
her
first
,
if
any
destinie
Owe
me
this
blessing
with
this
art
I
may
Redeeme
my
folly
,
never
man
but
I
Wud
lose
so
rich
an
opportunitie
.
Exit
.
Ectus
Quintus
.
Enter
Dutchesse
,
Mercutio
,
Ladies
.
Mer.
MAdam
I
know
not
what
to
say
,
my
heart
Is
full
of
heartie
zeale
to
obey
you
,
but
the
place
You
have
confer'd
upon
my
yeares
,
is
much
Above
my
strength
to
satisfie
,
yet
I
thanke
you
.
Dut.
You
have
deserv'd
we
should
encourage
you
For
what
is
past
,
your
sonne
is
full
of
hope
And
may
grow
up
a
statesman
.
Mer.
He
owes
all
To
your
infinite
favors
Madam
,
a
young
man
,
And
would
be
active
upon
your
commands
.
Dut.
Leave
us
,
stay
my
Lord
we
must
employ
you
.
Mer.
I
have
not
life
enough
to
serve
you
Madam
,
My
age
is
now
a
burthen
,
that
I
could
Shake
off
a
score
of
winters
.
Dut.
There
's
no
such
Necessitie
of
youth
to
execute
The
service
you
designe
,
you
love
your
sonne
.
Mer.
Above
my
owne
health
Madam
,
and
let
me
Be
bold
to
tell
your
grace
,
I
love
him
better
For
your
sake
.
Dut.
For
our
sake
.
Mer.
That
he
can
carry
Himselfe
so
hansomely
to
deserve
your
good
Opinion
,
every
Courtier
that
's
advanc'd
To
a
warme
place
,
does
not
behave
himselfe
Alwayes
to
purpose
.
Dut.
To
what
purpose
Signior
?
Mer.
To
please
his
Mistresse
,
and
I
am
,
I
must
Confesse
proud
of
his
expectations
,
It
makes
my
blood
dance
Madam
.
Dut.
You
are
very
merry
.
Mer.
I
hope
to
have
more
cause
.
Dut.
Well
Sir
,
while
we
Retire
into
the
Garden
,
be
it
your
care
We
be
not
interrupted
,
give
accesse
To
none
but
Borgia
,
we
have
some
privacies
Onely
concerne
his
knowledge
.
Mer.
My
sonne
Borgia
.
Dut.
Your
sonne
,
if
you
doe
call
him
Borgia
.
Mer.
Shall
I
goe
for
him
?
Dut.
Hee
'l
be
so
officious
Perhaps
to
spare
that
trouble
,
if
he
come
Be
diligent
and
admit
him
.
Exit
.
Mer.
I
shall
Madam
;
Shee
's
gone
into
the
Garden
,
and
commands
I
give
accesse
to
none
but
Borgia
;
If
he
come
,
she
has
given
me
another
office
To
keepe
the
doore
,
it
has
beene
a
preferment
.
I
will
do
't
now
in
spight
of
my
owne
humour
,
Ha
boy
!
something
will
come
on
't
,
if
he
have
The
grace
to
nicke
this
opportunitie
.
Enter
Ferrara
.
Fer.
The
evening
wastes
a pace
,
I
cannot
be
Too
soone
at
my
desires
,
whoe
's
that
?
Mer.
Hee
's
come
;
Already
Borgia
.
Fer.
One
stands
Centinell
,
Is
that
the
word
?
who
names
Borgia
.
Mer.
My
sonne
.
Fer.
The
same
.
Mer.
This
evening
make
thee
happy
,
enter
,
no
ceremony
I
am
not
now
against
thy
being
a
Duke
,
Prove
fortunate
my
boy
,
and
blesse
thy
father
.
Exit
Fer.
So
,
so
,
if
it
were
noone
,
and
the
Sunne
look'd
With
his
broad
brightest
eye
upon
's
,
there
are
Convenient
cozining
Arbors
,
cost
bestow'd
On
pretty
mazes
,
labyrinths
of
love
,
You
might
be
there
secure
,
and
entertaine
Sweet
time
,
most
tall
and
fashionable
hedges
In
whose
inclosures
,
Ladies
that
are
willing
May
lose
themselves
,
and
the
next
walke
no
wiser
;
Now
I
thinke
on
t
,
this
Cloyster
with
the
helpe
Of
such
an
evening
might
be
darke
enough
For
such
a
turne
;
many
a
gentle
woman
Has
beene
content
to
embrace
upon
worse
termes
Oh
the
Court
lobbies
,
but
I
tell
no
tales
,
Enter
Borgia
.
Another
moving
this
way
,
by
his
favour
The
Gardens
taken
up
.
Bo.
T
is
the
best
way
To
say
I
am
the
Duke
,
that
if
he
follow
He
may
prevent
his
owne
accesse
.
Mer.
Vmph
,
umph
.
Bor.
That
name
will
make
the
gates
fly
open
to
me
And
I
passe
undiscoverd
.
Mer.
What
are
you
?
Bo.
Here
doe
thy
office
,
I
am
the
Duke
.
Mer.
The
Duke
Your
grace
must
pardon
me
,
I
am
commanded
To
admit
none
,
her
highnesse
will
enjoy
The
garden
privatly
.
Bo.
Lord
Mercutio
.
Mer.
Your
servant
,
but
in
this
my
dutie
must
Ayme
at
anothers
pleasure
,
if
you
be
The
Duke
I
cannot
helpe
it
,
I
am
but
Greene
in
my
honours
,
and
I
would
not
forfeit
'em
With
my
owne
head
to
boot
in
her
first
service
.
Bo.
Then
I
le
discover
I
am
Borgia
Your
sonne
,
your
happy
Borgia
,
be
not
you
The
enemy
,
an̄d
barre
my
glorious
fortune
,
The
Dutchesse
has
commanded
me
this
evening
To
meete
her
in
the
Garden
,
I
can
tell
Thee
wonders
old
Mercutio
,
she
loves
me
,
More
I
have
an
assurance
from
her
hand
Shee
'l
make
me
Duke
old
lad
.
Mer.
Be
not
transported
For
if
you
be
my
sonne
doe
you
observe
You
are
yet
but
Borgia
,
and
I
your
father
Old
Mercutio
,
and
old
lad
.
Bo.
Your
pardon
Sir
,
My
joy
of
such
a
blisse
allowes
no
bound
,
Why
are
you
slow
to
make
your
sonne
the
happiest
Of
all
mankinde
,
the
evenings
bigge
with
glory
The
winds
doe
whisper
gently
whose
I
am
,
The
birds
with
Musicke
waite
to
entertaine
me
Into
Loves
Bower
,
the
Trees
bow
to
my
entrance
,
And
she
that
is
the
Mistresse
of
all
these
Will
bid
me
welcome
.
Mer.
Are
you
Borgia
.
Bor.
There
's
death
in
these
delayes
,
doe
not
you
know
me
?
Or
dare
you
not
beleeve
what
I
affirme
Touching
the
Dutchesse
.
Mer.
I
beleeve
you
are
Borgia
to
my
griefe
,
and
doe
beleeve
What
you
have
said
;
her
grace
did
appoint
me
To
waite
here
,
and
commanded
I
should
give
Accesse
to
none
but
Borgia
,
de'
e
marke
?
She
was
pleasd
to
tell
me
,
she
had
businesse
onely
Concern'd
your
knowledge
I
dispute
not
what
,
But
't
is
some
excellent
affaire
I
am
confident
,
She
was
so
merry
about
the
lippes
and
eyes
And
praisd
you
to
my
face
.
Bo.
If
this
have
faith
w'
ee
Why
am
not
I
admitted
?
Mer.
All
in
good
time
.
Bo.
The
gates
should
spread
themselves
.
Mer.
They
shall
not
neede
,
I
le
reach
them
with
lesse
trouble
▪
But
first
I
have
a
suite
to
you
.
Bo.
To
me
,
Speake
and
command
it
.
Mer.
T
is
within
mans
remembrance
That
you
did
want
a
pardon
,
now
begge
mine
,
And
make
what
other
conditions
with
the
Dutchesse
You
please
.
Bo.
Your
pardon
?
Mer.
Yes
I
am
parcell
Traytor
Against
my
will
,
and
too
much
care
about
My
office
made
me
abuse
it
,
I
admitted
Another
gentleman
,
that
deceiv'd
me
with
Your
name
,
and
how
her
grace
may
punish
me
Is
in
my
feares
,
unlesse
you
mediate
for
me
.
Bo.
Did
any
take
my
name
.
Mer.
Yes
,
and
at
first
Sound
I
discharg'd
my
dutie
the
wrong
way
And
let
him
in
.
Bo.
In
?
whether
?
Mer.
Into
the
Dutchesse
.
Bo.
I
am
undone
,
this
minute
,
I
am
blasted
;
It
was
the
Duke
upon
my
life
.
Mer.
The
Duke
,
it
may
be
so
,
although
't
were
duskish
Me thought
he
carried
more
compasse
with
him
;
But
why
should
he
take
your
name
?
Bo.
Lost
for
ever
.
Mer.
You
found
I
had
no
zeale
to
his
,
how ever
Lose
no
more
time
;
your
power
with
her
grace
May
set
all
streight
,
and
purchase
me
a
pardon
.
Bo.
Be
rather
lost
as
I
am
in
thy
dotage
,
Thou
hast
depriv'd
me
of
the
wealthiest
harvest
That
ever
Sunne-beames
shin'd
on
Mer.
Does
he
thou
me
?
How
would
he
domineere
and
he
were
Duke
?
Bo.
My
fortune
bleeds
to
death
,
t
is
now
too
late
That
paper
ruines
all
my
hope
,
and
were
We
equall
,
the
would
scorne
my
want
of
confidence
And
laugh
me
out
o'
th
world
.
Mer.
Hee
's
very
passionate
.
Bo.
But
there
's
no
dwelling
in
this
Wildernesse
,
Things
past
are
past
sorrow
,
there
is
yet
A
way
to
binde
my
wound
up
and
secure
My
health
,
though
not
a
life
with
so
much
state
As
was
expected
,
instantly
I
le
to
Cornelia
,
I
know
she
loves
me
still
,
At
worst
a
little
passion
bestow'd
On
her
,
with
clearing
I
am
another
brother
Makes
her
my
owne
,
and
keepes
me
from
the
Pasquill
;
I
shall
be
jeer'd
to
dust
else
,
there
's
my
rest
,
He
that
loves
more
then
one
is
seldome
blest
.
Exit
.
Mer.
Hee
's
gone
and
I
am
like
to
suffer
for
't
,
By
your
highnesse
favour
I
will
waite
no
longer
To
be
chastiz'd
,
but
when
your
grace
is
weary
,
You
shall
not
neede
to
strike
me
at
the
doore
;
T
is
open
and
I
vanish
in
the
darke
;
Stay
and
I
le
send
some
others
to
attend
you
,
You
will
want
light
,
my
sonne
shall
be
no
Duke
I
perceive
now
,
nor
will
I
be
a
Courtier
;
Put
me
to
keepe
the
dore
?
Exit
.
Enter
Cornelia
,
Laura
,
and
Melinda
.
Cor.
Did
she
dismisse
you
then
?
Lau.
'T
was
not
her
pleasure
We
should
attend
.
Mel.
We
left
my
Lord
Mercutio
Your
father
with
her
.
Cor.
Went
she
towards
the
Garden
?
Lau.
Yes
,
where
's
your
brother
Borgia
?
Cor.
I
know
not
.
Mel.
He
is
infinitely
beholding
to
her
grace
,
She
never
mentions
him
without
a
flourish
:
I
know
not
,
but
if
I
have
any
skill
In
lookes
or
language
,
there
is
something
more
Then
common
in
her
highnesse
breast
meant
toward
him
Lau.
Shee
may
be
in
love
.
Cor.
In
love
with
whom
?
Laus
Your
brother
.
Cor.
I
blush
to
heare
your
weakenesse
,
I
hope
he
Hath
more
wit
then
to
build
vaine
hopes
on
that
;
Eagles
stoope
not
to
flies
.
Mel.
But
the
Wren
Couch'd
underneath
the
aspiring
Eagles
wings
.
Quickly
advance
it selfe
when
to'thers
mounted
And
glories
in
her
hight
,
t
is
but
a
step
And
the
small
thing
is
King
of
birds
,
the
fable
Has
pretty
moralls
in
't
.
Cor.
I
am
not
sure
A
rebell
in
my
nature
to
his
fortune
,
But
dare
not
pawne
my
owne
discretion
To
take
up
your
opinions
.
Enter
Pietro
:
Pie.
Signior
Pisauro
your
brothers
friend
desires
To
speake
with
you
.
Lau.
Wee
'l
leave
you
Madam
,
by
this
time
her
grace
May
want
our
duties
.
Enter
Pisauro
.
Pis.
Did
I
fright
you
Ladies
,
looke
better
on
me
.
Lau.
We
have
seene
you
round
Sir
.
Pis.
But
doe
not
know
what
's
in
me
.
Mel.
We
desire
To
die
in
that
pretious
ignorance
.
Exit
.
Pis.
This
Lady
I
hope
's
not
of
your
minde
.
Cor.
Your
pleasure
My
servant
saies
you
would
speake
with
me
?
Pis.
If
you
Remember
Lady
I
was
bold
to
urge
A
little
counsell
on
you
,
how
it
fastens
I
come
to
understand
.
Cor.
What
counsell
Sir
.
Pis.
About
your
brother
Signior
Borgia
.
Cor.
Please
you
assist
my
memory
.
Pis.
Why
it
was
But
this
,
I
had
a
kinde
of
feare
you
lovd
This
brother
Madam
.
Cor.
Would
you
have
me
be
So
impious
not
to
affect
my
brother
.
Pis.
But
you
lov'd
him
the
wrong
way
,
de'
e
heare
lustily
You
understand
,
with
the
desire
of
coupling
:
There
lies
no
dispensation
for
that
locke
,
T
is
impious
and
abhominable
,
you
had
better
I'
th
state
you
are
in
keepe
a
Pensioner
To
give
you
heats
,
a
fellow
that
will
venture
His
body
at
all
houres
;
then
to
offend
once
With
so
much
sinne
to
nature
.
Cor.
Doe
you
thinke
I
am
a
Monster
Signior
?
Pis.
Better
marry
An
honest
man
and
make
one
a
great
deale
:
Your
husband
may
be
excusd
i'
th
progresse
Lady
,
Besides
he
may
have
faults
,
a
negligence
In
's
visits
,
or
mistaking
of
his
times
,
When
you
are
invited
by
another
Lord
To
a
banquet
,
or
take
physicke
,
or
the
aire
Appointed
by
your
Doctor
,
there
are
reasons
To
excuse
an
active
Lady
that
is
married
But
to
affect
your
brother
so
,
inexpiable
.
Cor
You
have
invention
enough
to
furnish
The
Court
with
vice
,
how e're
you
seeme
to
have
Care
of
my
soule
,
pray
give
me
pardon
Sir
,
Doe
you
ever
meane
to
marry
?
Pis.
Marry
?
oh
yes
.
Cor.
Not
a
Court
Lady
sure
.
Pis.
One
of
that
tribe
to
chuse
.
Cor.
Without
the
feare
Of
being
such
a
monster
made
by
her
Whose
wantonnesse
you
wittily
have
charactred
.
Pis.
I'ha
read
my
destinie
,
she
that
I
shall
marry
Will
be
very
honest
,
exceeding
chast
as
I
Shall
be
to
her
,
I
did
but
tell
you
what
Whirligigs
are
i'
th
world
,
and
that
't
were
better
And
safer
for
your
conscience
to
be
one
Of
Venus
order
,
and
keepe
tame
a
Groome
A
stallian
Dormant
then
embrace
a
brother
.
Cor.
What
should
incline
you
To
imagine
me
so
lost
to
modestie
?
What
have
you
read
in
me
to
make
you
thinke
I
love
my
brother
so
?
Pis.
My
charitie
.
Cor.
There
's
little
charitie
in
those
suspitions
.
Have
you
no
other
argument
.
Pis.
Your
brother
Told
me
himselfe
you
lov'd
him
strangely
.
Cor.
So
,
so
.
Pis.
Nay
,
nay
he
was
i'
th
same
pickle
.
Cor.
He
told
You
that
himselfe
too
.
Pis.
Yes
,
yes
,
till
I
tamper'd
with
him
And
sacrific'd
his
flesh
with
ghostly
counsell
,
Read
Law
and
Lectures
,
I
will
tell
you
Madam
He
was
once
so
overgrowne
with
love
,
he
had
Resolv'd
to
tell
you
he
was
not
your
brother
,
And
rather
then
be
frustrate
of
his
hopes
Vow'd
to
forsweare
it
,
and
subborne
testimony
He
was
no
kin
to
you
,
borne
I
know
not
where
,
And
never
saw
the
towne
afore
,
whose
people
Had
all
this
while
cozend
themselves
,
with
an
Opinion
he
was
Borgia
;
here
's
a
youth
now
,
Did
he
ne're
deale
with
you
to
such
a
purpose
.
Cor.
Never
,
he
wud
not
be
so
wicked
sure
.
Pis.
Did
you
ever
heare
the
like
?
you
know
it
now
,
Thanke
heaven
and
a
good
friend
that
told
you
this
;
A
friend
that
wud
not
see
this
pretty
vessell
Lost
i'
th'
quick-sands
,
when
both
goods
and
it
May
be
his
owne
another
day
:
I
love
you
And
none
shall
doe
you
wrong
.
Cor.
I
should
be
ingratefull
Not
to
acknowledge
Sir
this
noble
office
Meant
to
preserve
me
.
Pis.
That
was
my
pure
meaning
,
You
may
requite
it
if
you
please
.
Cor.
With
love
.
Pis.
'T
is
the
reward
my
ambition
first
aymes
at
.
Cor.
I
love
my
brother
now
in
his
owne
place
,
And
being
his
bosome
friend
I
will
not
question
,
But
to
enlarge
my
knowledge
of
your
worth
And
take
me
nearer
to
me
for
his
Character
,
And
free
consent
.
Pis.
Vmph
,
now
you
blesse
me
Lady
,
If
his
hopes
thrive
in
the
Dutchesse
as
I
doubt
not
I
am
made
,
I
le
seeke
him
out
,
I
wish
no
better
Testimony
,
he
shall
not
gi
't
you
unders
hand
.
Cor.
No
haste
.
Pis.
He
knowes
me
to
a
thought
,
nay
,
nay
He
shall
doo
't
presently
,
if
I
can
light
on
him
.
Cor.
To morrow
Signior
,
I
suspect
it
not
.
Pis.
It
does
concerne
my
honour
,
t
is
done
instantly
,
She
may
be
cold
e're
morning
,
I
le
not
lose
This
opportunitie
,
I
am
made
for
ever
.
Exit
.
Cor.
He
has
an
odde
way
of
Courtship
,
sure
my
brother
,
Vnlesse
he
know
him
better
then
this
wildnesse
Can
promise
,
will
be
sparing
to
contract
Our
hearts
too
fast
,
he
has
but
a
rough
outside
,
But
my
strange
thoughts
within
me
are
corrected
,
And
I
possesse
my selfe
againe
thanke
providence
,
Ursini
.
Enter
Ursini
.
Urs.
Madam
I
am
bold
to
presse
On
your
retirement
,
but
when
you
remember
I
bring
no
mutinous
thoughts
,
but
such
as
are
Devoted
to
your
service
,
you
will
thinke
it
A
trespasse
that
may
soone
invite
a
pardon
.
Cor.
You
must
first
practise
to
offend
my
Lord
,
This
is
favour
to
me
.
Urs.
Still
such
goodnesse
Flowes
from
your
language
to
me
at
the
first
Encounter
;
but
when
I
take
boldnesse
to
Have
some
assurance
from
you
alone
,
Which
I
have
hop'd
and
serv'd
for
,
with
the
truth
Of
your
best
honorer
,
you
decline
the
subject
,
Or
flie
the
sweet
conclusion
.
Cor.
My
Lord
,
That
you
have
lov'd
,
at
least
profess'd
so
much
,
May
easily
be
granted
,
but
let
me
Beseech
you
Sir
,
did
you
upon
the
first
Motion
that
wrought
upon
your
minde
to
thinke
Me
worthy
of
your
love
acquaint
me
with
it
.
Urs.
No
Madam
,
I
long
cherish'd
the
soft
fire
That
tryed
the
purenesse
of
it
,
and
the
object
That
shot
so
bright
a
flame
into
my
bosome
,
And
had
supprest
it
still
,
but
that
your
vertue
Grew
up
too
powerfull
against
it
,
then
I
tooke
leave
to
expresse
how
much
I
wish'd
To
be
your
votary
.
Cor.
Give
me
equall
licence
My
Lord
in
the
same
cause
to
try
my selfe
,
I
have
thoughts
too
would
be
compos'd
of
something
In
you
to
be
examin'd
.
Urs.
I
submit
,
And
shall
obey
your
censure
,
life
and
death
Hange
on
your
lippe
,
I
come
to
be
determin'd
Your
servant
or
your
sacrifice
,
for
to
languish
At
distance
thus
.
Cor.
Then
you
expect
an
answer
Presently
,
I
much
feare
my
Lord
I
shannot
,
In
that
particular
,
satisfie
your
Lordship
.
Urs.
You
want
no
knowledge
of
me
,
there
is
nothing
In
my
past
fate
but
may
appeare
to
you
,
My
nature
needs
no
glosse
,
my
blood
,
my
fortune
Cleare
to
your
view
,
my
person
not
much
witherd
;
If
these
together
want
a
charme
,
I
can
Deserve
you
may
love
,
for
I
know
best
The
extent
of
my
devotions
,
and
the
heart
That
tho
you
should
despise
it
must
still
serve
you
.
Cor.
But
good
my
Lord
what
answer
you
to
this
?
Is
it
becomming
the
discretion
Of
a
noble
servant
to
persue
his
mistris
By
unruly
wayes
,
and
interpose
commands
And
power
of
great
ones
to
enforce
the
heart
Of
any
Lady
:
though
I
must
confesse
Her
grace
may
challenge
my
obedience
To
her
law
and
person
,
it
has
beene
yet
a
rule
,
And
love
and
religion
cannot
be
compel'd
Urs.
You
doe
not
conclude
me
,
if
I
obtain'd
A
favour
from
the
Dutchesse
to
propound
My
wishes
,
and
plead
for
me
,
I
know
well
The
soule
is
not
her
subject
,
could
her
power
Bestow
your
body
on
me
,
and
that
I
Could
boast
my selfe
Lord
of
beautious
frame
Without
your
minde
,
I
were
more
tyrant
to
Accept
then
she
to
force
,
and
answer
for
A
crime
more
fatall
then
the
ravishers
.
Enter
Pietro
.
Pie.
Your
brother
Madam
.
Cor.
If
I
have
any
power
My
Lord
you
must
not
leave
me
,
yet
I
would
Entreate
your
small
retreate
behinde
the
hangings
For
a
few
minuts
.
Urs.
Your
command
's
a
favour
.
Enter
Borgia
.
Bo.
Oh
Cornelia
.
Cor.
What
's
the
matter
brother
.
Bo.
Are
you
alone
.
Cor.
You
see
my
company
.
Bo.
De'
e
love
me
.
Cor.
Love
you
brother
,
what
have
I
Done
to
beget
your
doubt
.
Bor.
But
doe
you
love
me
More
then
a
sister
?
if
I
were
not
Borgia
,
Remove
from
us
the
common
tie
of
blood
Which
is
not
love
,
but
forc'd
of
nature
in
us
,
Could
you
affect
me
then
,
then
if
I
answerd
This
honour
with
a
true
and
noble
flame
Vpon
such
brave
conditions
,
Cornelia
Could
our
hearts
meete
and
marry
?
Cor.
This
were
strange
,
But
not
so
strange
that
we
should
love
.
Bo.
Then
pardon
Fairest
Cornelia
,
and
make
him
blest
Whose
very
soule
dotes
on
thee
,
I
have
but
Vsurp'd
the
name
of
Borgia
,
I
can
give
Thee
proofe
.
Cor.
'T
is
come
about
.
Enter
Pisauro
.
Bo.
Pisauro
welcome
The
man
of
all
mankind
,
most
wishd
for
welcome
:
Madam
this
gentleman
can
witnesse
I
am
None
of
your
brother
,
we
were
bred
together
,
Both
borne
in
Millan
,
and
my
name
is
Aurelio
Androzzi
sonne
to
Paulo
Androzzi
major
domo
to
the
Dukedome
,
My
friend
too
of
a
noble
family
.
Pis.
Did
not
I
tell
you
this
.
Bo.
Weary
of
home
We
both
engag'd
our selves
to
try
our
fortune
Abroad
,
and
for
the
warres
had
last
designd
Our selves
,
we
tooke
but
Urbin
in
the
way
,
Where
some
good
starres
detain'd
us
,
and
I
taken
For
Borgia
pursued
thus
farre
the
story
.
Cor
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Bo.
De'
e
laugh
at
me
,
Pisauro
shee
's
incredulous
.
Speake
and
convince
her
with
thy
testimony
.
Pis.
I
have
told
enough
already
.
Bo.
She
wants
faith
.
Cor.
That
gentleman
prepar'd
me
for
this
history
,
Doe
you
not
blush
brother
?
Sir
I
thanke
you
.
Pis.
I
am
sorry
for
his
impudence
.
Bo.
Cornelia
,
Pisauro
Why
art
thou
silent
.
Pis.
I
tell
you
I
did
speake
to
her
.
Cor.
'T
is
time
I
then
dispose
my selfe
.
Pis.
Now
my
happinesse
.
Cor.
My
Lord
I
pray
come
forth
.
Enter
Ursini
.
You
Gentlemen
by
your
owne
confessions
Are
strangers
to
me
,
and
altho
I
doe
not
Distrust
heavens
providence
,
I
shall
not
sinne
To
give
my
freedome
up
where
I
am
knowne
;
My
Lord
if
you
accept
Cornelia
Shee
's
thus
confirm'd
your
owne
.
Urs.
With
greater
joy
Then
I
would
take
an
Empire
,
this
drops
peace
Vpon
my
brothers
ashes
,
and
unites
For
ever
our
two
families
.
Pis.
Where
's
the
Dutchesse
?
Bo.
I
prithee
doe
not
vexe
me
.
Pis.
Doe
not
vexe
Thy selfe
,
come
wee
're
at
large
,
our
constitution
Would
ha'
beene
troubled
with
a
wife
,
we
have
The
world
before
us
,
store
of
game
is
necessary
.
The
Dutchesse
.
Enter
Dutchesse
,
Ferrara
,
Pietro
,
Iulio
,
Lucio
Laura
Melinda
.
Dut.
You
now
possesse
us
freely
,
the
next
morning
Shall
spread
this
joy
through
Urbin
.
Urs.
We
are
happy
And
every
heart
congratulates
.
Fer.
We
thanke
you
Signior
Ursini
,
you
have
beene
faithfull
to
us
.
Dut.
Is
your
name
Borgia
?
Bo.
No
Madam
,
Dut.
Where
's
our
letter
?
We
did
not
thinke
y
'ad
beene
so
apprehensive
,
You
see
it
now
confirm'd
,
we
hope
you
had
No
thought
we
meant
it
otherwise
,
be
prudent
And
carefull
in
your
province
,
heaven
I
see
Wud
have
it
thus
,
and
rectifie
our
folly
.
Enter
Mercutio
.
Mer.
Your
pardon
gratious
Madam
.
Dut.
Signior
,
We
thanke
your
diligencē
,
possesse
our
favour
.
And
know
the
Duke
.
Mer.
I
am
one
of
the
worst
keepers
of
a
dore
,
Dut.
No
more
,
all
's
well
.
Mer.
I
'me
glad
on
t
.
Urs.
Sir
your
blessing
.
Cor.
Madam
your
smiles
upon
us
and
we
cannot
Despaire
of
happinesse
.
Mer.
But
where
's
Borgia
?
Bo.
I
know
not
Sir
.
Fer.
Rise
ever
fortunate
.
Pimponio
within
.
Oyes
,
oyes
.
Dut.
What
's
the
matter
?
Iu.
A
foole
has
lost
his
master
,
and
thus
cries
him
About
the
Court
.
Pis.
Pimponio
a'
my
conscience
.
Enter
Pimponio
.
Pim
Oyes
;
If
any
man
there
be
In
towne
or
in
countree
Can
tell
me
of
a
wight
Was
lost
but
yester night
,
His
name
was
I
know
Signior
Aurelio
,
By
these
markes
he
is
knowne
,
He
had
a
bush
of
his
owne
,
Two
eyes
in
their
place
And
a
nose
on
his
face
,
His
beard
is
very
thinne
But
no
haire
on
his
chinne
,
Bring
word
to
the
cryer
His
desolate
squire
,
And
for
this
fine
feate
Take
what
you
can
get
;
And
heaven
blesse
Pimponio
,
for
no body
knownes
me
And
I
know
no body
else
to
pray
for
.
Cor.
Hee
's
not
my
brother
indeed
then
.
Mer.
Nor
my
sonne
.
Pis.
'T
is
too
true
Maddam
,
here
,
here
's
thy
master
Pim.
No
,
no
,
that
's
Signior
Borgia
,
doe
not
deceive
your selfe
Bo.
We
are
both
deceiv'd
Pimponio
shall
I
hope
Of
your
free
pardon
Madam
for
all
trespasses
?
My
Lord
your
breath
is
powerfull
.
Dut.
Rise
Aurelio
.
Fer.
And
be
deare
to
us
.
Mer.
I
hope
the
pardon
's
firme
.
Dut.
Irrevocable
.
Mer.
I
'le
dispatch
letters
then
to
Naples
,
thence
He
did
salute
me
last
,
how
were
we
cosend
!
But
Sir
I
thanke
you
for
my
Borgias
pardon
.
Cor.
Although
it
be
cleare
now
y'
are
not
my
brother
Pray
take
my
poore
acknowledgement
,
I
shall
Be
proud
for
your
sake
,
to
preserve
your
friendship
.
Bor.
May
your
hopes
prosper
in
him
;
now
we
two
With
licence
of
your
excellence
may
Prosecute
our
designe
agen
for
the
warres
.
Dut.
If
nothing
else
at
Court
invite
your
stay
We
lay
commands
upon
you
as
our
servant
That
you
see
all
our
ceremonies
finish'd
,
To
celebrate
this
happy
union
You
must
be
both
our
guests
.
Pim.
Doe
let
us
feast
And
fortifie
our selves
,
we
shall
have
Our
bellies
full
of
fighting
time
enough
.
Pis.
Thinkes
your
grace
so
?
Dut.
Subjects
may
love
as
their
rude
sense
imparts
,
But
heaven
doth
onely
governe
Princes
hearts
.