ACTVS
SECVNDVS
.
Enter
Sciarrha
and
Lorenzo
.
Sciarrha
.
MY
Sister
,
though
hee
be
the
Duke
,
he
dares
not
,
Patience
,
patience
,
if
there
be
such
a
vertue
,
I
want
it
Heaven
,
yet
keep
't
a
little
longer
,
It
were
a
sinne
to
have
it
,
such
an
injury
Deserves
a
wrath
next
to
your
owne
,
my
Sister
?
It
has
throwne
wild-fire
in
my
braine
Lorenzo
,
A
thousand
furies
revell
in
my
skull
,
Has
he
not
sinnes
enough
in
's
Court
to
damne
him
.
But
my
Roofe
must
be
guilty
of
new
Iusts
,
And
none
but
Amidea
?
these
the
honours
His
presence
brings
our
house
?
Lo.
Temper
your
rage
.
Sci.
Are
all
the
Brothels
rifled
?
no
queint
peece
Left
him
in
Florence
,
that
will
meete
his
hot
And
valiant
luxury
,
that
we
are
come
To
supply
his
blood
out
of
our
families
?
Diseases
gnaw
his
title
off
.
Lo.
My
Lord
—
Sci.
He
is
no
Prince
of
mine
,
he
forfeited
His
greatnesse
,
that
blacke
minute
he
first
gave
Consent
to
my
dishonour
.
Lo.
Then
I
'me
sorry
.
Sci.
Why
should
you
be
sorry
sir
?
You
say
it
is
my
Sister
he
would
strumpet
,
Mine
,
Amidea
?
t
is
a
wound
you
feele
not
,
But
it
strikes
through
,
and
through
the
poore
Sciarrah
,
I
doe
not
thinke
,
but
all
the
ashes
of
My
Ancestours
doe
swell
in
their
darke
urnes
At
this
report
,
of
Amidea's
shame
:
It
is
their
cause
as
well
as
mine
,
and
should
Heaven
suffer
the
Dukes
sinne
to
passe
unpunishd
,
Their
dust
must
of
necessity
conspire
,
To
make
an
earthquake
in
the
Temple
.
Lo.
Sir
,
You
said
you
would
heare
me
out
.
Sci.
Why
is
there
more
Behind
?
Lo.
And
greater
Master
,
your
high
blood
Till
I
conclude
Sciarrha
,
I
accuse
not
Your
noble
anger
,
which
I
have
observ'd
,
Is
not
on
every
cheape
and
giddy
motion
Inflam'd
,
but
Sir
,
be
thrifty
in
your
passion
,
This
is
a
petty
trespasse
.
Sci.
Has
mischiefe
any
name
Beyond
this
?
will
it
kill
me
with
the
sound
?
Lo.
My
Lord
,
though
the
dishonouring
your
Sister
,
Be
such
a
fact
,
the
blood
of
any
other
But
Alexander
could
no
lesse
then
expiate
,
Yet
this
sinne
stretches
farther
,
and
involves
With
hers
,
your
greater
staine
did
you
e're
promise
him
?
Yet
why
doe
I
make
any
question
?
It
were
another
crime
,
to
thinke
Sciarrah
Could
entertaine
a
thought
,
so
farre
beneath
His
birth
,
you
stoope
to
such
a
horrid
basenesse
,
Then
all
the
vertue
of
mankind
would
sicken
,
And
soone
take
leave
of
earth
.
Sci.
You
torture
me
.
Lo.
What
then
could
the
Duke
finde
,
to
give
him
any
Encouragement
you
would
be
guilty
of
An
act
,
so
fatall
unto
honour
,
what
When
you
were
least
your selfe
?
(
as
we
are
all
Fraile
compositions
)
did
appeare
so
wicked
In
you
,
he
should
conceave
a
hope
,
and
flatter
Himselfe
with
possibility
,
to
corrupt
Your
Soule
to
a
deed
so
monstrous
?
Sci.
To
what
?
Lo.
Though
all
the
teeming
glories
of
His
Dukedome
,
Nay
Florence
State
offerd
it
selfe
a
bribe
▪
And
tempted
the
betraying
of
your
name
To
infamy
,
yet
to
imagine
,
you
Would
turne
officious
pander
to
his
lust
,
And
interpose
the
mercenary
bewde
To
Court
your
Sister
to
his
sinfull
coupling
:
T
is
horrid
,
affrights
nature
,
I
grow
stiffe
With
the
imagination
.
Sci.
Hah
!
Lo.
Yet
this
was
his
command
I
should
impose
.
Sci.
Lorenzo
,
I
doe
want
breath
,
my
voice
is
ravisht
from
me
,
I
am
not
what
I
was
,
or
if
I
be
,
Sciarrha
thou
hast
talkt
too
,
all
this
while
Looke
heedfully
about
me
,
and
thou
maist
Discover
through
some
cranny
of
my
flesh
,
A
fire
within
,
my
soule
is
but
one
flame
,
Extended
to
all
parts
of
this
fraile
building
,
I
shall
to
ashes
,
I
begin
to
shrinke
,
Is
not
already
my
complexion
alter'd
,
Does
not
my
face
looke
parchd
,
and
my
skin
gather
Into
a
heape
?
my
breath
is
hot
enough
To
thaw
the
Alpes
.
Lo.
Your
fancy
would
Transport
you
.
Sci.
T
is
my
rage
,
but
let
it
coole
,
And
then
wee
'le
talke
o'
something
,
something
sir
,
Shall
be
to
purpose
.
Lo.
Now
the
flame
is
mounted
,
My
Lord
I
have
given
proofe
,
although
he
be
My
Duke
,
and
Kinsman
,
I
abhorte
his
vices
,
How e're
the
world
without
examination
,
Shoote
their
malicious
noise
,
and
staine
my
actions
:
T
is
policy
in
Princes
,
to
create
A
Favorite
,
who
must
beare
all
the
guilt
Of
things
ill
mannag'd
in
the
State
,
if
any
Designe
be
happy
,
t
is
the
Princes
owne
.
Heaven
knowes
,
how
I
have
counsell'd
this
young
man
,
By
vertue
to
prevent
his
fate
,
and
governe
With
modesty
:
O
the
religious
dayes
Of
Common-wealths
!
We
have
out-liv'd
that
blessing
.
Sci.
But
I
have
thought
a
cure
for
this
great
State
Impostume
.
Lo.
What
?
Sci.
To
lance
it
,
is
't
,
not
ripe
?
Le
ts
draw
cuts
,
whether
your
hand
or
mine
Shall
doe
an
act
for
Florence
liberty
,
And
send
this
Tyrant
to
another
world
.
Lo.
How
,
I
draw
cuts
?
Sci.
Coy
it
not
thus
Lorenzo
,
But
answere
,
by
thy
name
and
birth
,
you
are
His
Kinsman
;
we
all
know
it
,
that
you
dwell
In
's
bosome
,
great
in
favour
,
as
in
blood
,
We
know
that
too
,
and
let
me
tell
you
more
:
We
know
you
but
disguise
your
heart
,
and
wish
Florence
would
change
her
title
.
Lo.
How
is
this
?
Sci.
We
know
you
have
firme
correspondence
with
The
banisht
men
,
whose
desperate
fortunes
waite
Your
call
to
tumult
,
in
our
streetes
,
all
this
,
Not
to
feed
your
ambition
with
a
Dukedome
,
By
the
remove
of
Alexander
,
but
To
serve
your
Countrey
,
and
create
their
peace
,
Who
groane
under
the
Tyranny
of
a
proud
,
Lascivious
Monarch
,
is
't
not
true
Lorenzo
?
My
phrase
is
blunt
my
Lord
.
Lo.
My
Genius
And
thine
are
friends
,
I
see
they
have
convers't
And
I
Applaude
the
wisedome
of
my
Stars
,
That
made
mee
for
his
friendship
,
who
preserves
The
same
religious
fire
,
I
will
confesse
,
When
Alexander
left
his
pietie
To
Florence
,
I
plac'd
him
beneath
my
Countrie
,
As
we
should
all
,
but
we
have
lost
our
soules
'
Or
changd
our
active
spirits
,
for
a
dull
And
lazie
sufferance
,
let
this
secret
bee
an
argument
,
how
much
I
dare
repose
Vpon
Sciarrahs
honor
,
vertue
witnesse
,
I
chuse
no
other
destinie
,
command
Lorenzo'es
fate
,
dissolve
me
with
your
breath
,
I
le
either
ive
,
in
your
exchange
of
faith
A
patriot
,
or
dy
my
Countries
martir
.
Sci.
Thou
hast
a
fire
beyound
Prometheus
To
quicken
earth
,
thy
flame
is
but
a
prophsie
Of
that
high
paramide
,
the
world
shall
build
To
thy
immortall
name
:
it
was
the
glorie
Of
Romans
to
preferre
their
Empires
safety
To
their
owne
lives
,
they
were
but
men
like
us
,
And
of
the
same
ingredients
,
our
soules
Create
of
no
inferiour
substance
;
ha
?
Lo.
Heaven
knows
I
've
no
particular
designe
To
leape
unto
a
throne
,
I
will
disclaime
The
priviledge
of
blood
,
let
mee
advance
Our
liberty
,
restore
the
ancient
Lawes
Of
the
republicke
,
rescue
from
the
jawes
Of
lust
your
mothers
,
wives
,
your
daughters
,
sisters
,
Sci.
Sisters
.
Lo.
From
horrid
Rape
las
Amidea
:
Sci.
I
am
resolvd
,
by
all
that
's
blest
,
hee
dyes
Returne
my
willingnesse
to
be
his
pander
,
My
sisters
readinesse
to
meete
his
Dalliance
,
His
promises
haue
bought
our
shame
,
hee
dyes
,
The
roofe
hee
would
dishonor
with
his
Lust
Shall
be
his
toombe
,
bid
him
bee
confident
,
Conduct
him
good
Lorenzo
,
I
le
dispose
My
house
for
this
great
scene
of
death
.
Lo.
Be
constant
.
Exit
.
Enter
Florio
,
and
his
Sister
Amidea
.
Flo.
Now
brother
,
what
newes
brings
the
great
Lorenzo
?
Sci.
Let
me
have
truce
vexation
for
some
minutes
,
What
newes
?
preferments
,
honours
,
offices
;
Sister
,
you
must
to
Court
.
Am.
Who
,
I
to
Court
?
Sci.
Or
else
the
Court
will
come
to
you
,
the
Duke
Hath
sent
already
for
us
Amidea
:
O
that
I
knew
what
happy
Starres
did
governe
At
thy
Nativity
:
It
were
no
sinne
To
adore
their
influence
.
Am.
What
meanes
my
brother
?
Flo.
Hee
's
transported
.
Am.
I
shall
suspect
your
health
.
Sci.
I
easily
could
forget
I
am
Sciarrha
,
And
fall
in
love
my selfe
,
is
she
not
faire
,
Exceeding
beautifull
,
and
tempting
Florio
?
Looke
on
her
well
,
me-thinkes
I
could
turne
Poet
,
And
make
her
a
more
excellent
peece
then
heaven
.
Let
not
fond
men
hereafter
command
what
They
most
admire
,
by
fetching
from
the
Starres
Or
flowers
their
glory
of
similitude
;
But
from
thy selfe
the
role
to
know
all
beauty
,
And
he
that
shall
arrive
at
so
much
boldnesse
,
To
say
his
Mistris
eyes
,
or
voice
,
or
breath
,
Are
halfe
so
bright
,
so
cleare
,
so
sweete
as
thine
,
Hath
told
the
world
enough
of
miracle
.
These
are
the
Dukes
owne
Raptures
,
Amidea
,
His
owne
Poeticke
flames
,
an
argument
He
loues
my
Sister
.
Ami.
Love
me
?
Sci.
Infinitly
,
I
am
in
earnest
,
he
employ'd
Lorenzo
,
No
meaner
person
in
this
Embassie
,
You
must
to
Court
,
Oh
happinesse
!
Ami.
For
what
?
Sci
,
What
doe
great
Ladies
doe
at
Court
I
pray
?
Enjoy
the
pleasures
of
the
world
,
dance
,
kisse
The
Amorous
Lords
,
and
change
Court
breath
,
sing
loose
Beleefe
of
other
,
heauen
,
tell
wanton
dreames
,
Rehearse
your
sprightly
bed-scenes
,
and
boast
,
which
Hath
most
Idolaters
,
accuse
all
faces
,
That
trust
to
the
simplicity
of
nature
,
Talke
witty
blasphemy
,
Discourse
their
gawdy
wardrobes
,
plot
new
pride
,
Jeast
upon
Courtiers
legs
,
laugh
at
the
wagging
Of
their
owne
feathers
,
and
a
thousand
more
Delights
,
which
private
Ladies
never
thinke
of
:
But
above
all
,
and
wherein
thou
shalt
make
All
other
beauties
envy
thee
,
the
Duke
,
The
Duke
himselfe
shall
call
thee
his
,
and
single
From
the
faire
troope
,
thy
person
forth
,
to
exchange
Embraces
with
,
lay
siege
to
these
soft
lips
,
And
not
remoue
,
till
he
hath
suck'd
thy
heart
,
Which
soone
dissolv'd
with
thy
sweete
breath
,
shall
be
Made
part
of
his
,
at
the
same
instant
,
he
Conveying
a
new
soule
into
thy
breast
,
With
a
creating
kisse
.
Ami.
You
make
me
wonder
,
Pray
speake
that
I
may
understand
.
Sci.
Why
will
you
Appeare
so
ignorant
?
I
speake
the
dialect
Of
Florence
to
you
,
come
,
I
finde
your
cunning
;
The
newes
does
please
,
the
rolling
of
your
eye
Betrayes
you
,
and
I
see
a
guilty
blush
Through
this
white
veyle
upon
your
cheeke
,
you
wo'd
Have
it
confirm'd
,
you
shall
,
the
Duke
himselfe
Shall
sweare
he
loves
you
.
Am.
Love
me
?
why
?
Sci.
To
Court
,
And
aske
him
;
be
not
you
too
peevish
now
,
And
hinder
all
our
fortune
;
I
ha
promis'd
him
To
move
you
for
his
arme-full
,
as
I
am
Sciarrha
,
and
your
brother
,
more
I
ha
sent
Word
to
him
by
Lorenzo
,
that
you
should
Meete
his
high
flame
,
in
plaine
Italian
Love
him
,
and
—
Ami.
What
for
heaven
,
be
the
Dukes
whoore
?
Sci.
No
,
no
,
his
Mistris
,
command
him
,
make
us
.
Ami.
Give
up
my
Virgin-honour
to
his
lust
?
Sci.
You
may
give
it
a
better
name
,
but
doo
't
.
Ami.
I
doe
mistake
you
brother
,
doe
I
not
?
Sci.
No
,
no
,
my
meaning
is
so
broad
,
you
cannot
.
Ami.
I
would
I
did
then
,
is
't
not
possible
That
this
should
be
a
dreame
?
where
did
you
drop
Your
vertue
Sir
?
Florio
,
why
move
you
not
?
Why
are
you
slow
to
tell
this
man
?
for
sure
T
is
not
Sciarrah
,
he
hath
talk'd
so
ill
,
And
so
much
,
that
we
may
have
cause
to
feare
,
The
ayre
about
's
infected
.
Flo.
Are
not
you
My
brother
?
Sci.
Be
not
you
a
foole
,
to
move
These
empty
questions
,
but
joyne
to
make
her
Supple
,
and
pliant
for
the
Duke
,
I
hope
We
are
not
the
first
ha
bin
advanc'd
by
a
wagtaile
:
No
matter
for
the
talke
of
musty
people
,
Looke
up
to
the
reward
,
thou
art
young
,
and
skill'd
In
these
Court
temptings
,
naturally
soft
,
And
moving
,
I
am
rough
hewne
,
assist
,
wo't
,
With
some
queint
charme
,
to
win
her
to
this
game
?
Flo.
My
Sister
?
Sci.
I
,
I
.
Ami.
Come
not
neere
him
Florio
,
T
is
not
Sciarrha
,
sure
my
brothers
Nurse
Playd
the
impostor
,
and
with
some
base
issue
Cheated
our
house
.
Sci.
Gipsy
,
use
better
language
,
Or
I
le
forget
your
sexe
.
Flo.
Offer
to
touch
her
With
any
rudenesse
,
and
by
all
that
's
vertuous
▪
—
Sci.
Why
how
now
boy
?
Flo.
I
doe
not
feare
your
sword
,
This
with
my
youth
,
and
innocence
,
is
more
Defence
then
all
thy
armory
,
what
Divell
Has
crept
into
thy
soule
?
Sci.
You
le
not
helpe
?
Flo.
I
le
never
kill
thee
.
Sc.
T
is
very
well
,
Have
you
consider'd
better
o'
the
motion
?
Am.
Yes
.
Sci.
And
what
's
your
resolve
Am.
To
have
my
name
Stand
in
the
Ivorie
register
of
Virgins
,
When
I
am
dead
,
before
one
factious
thought
Should
lurke
within
mee
to
betray
my
fame
,
To
such
a
blot
,
my
hands
shall
mutinie
,
And
boldly
with
a
poniard
teach
my
heart
To
weepe
out
a
repentance
.
Sci
,
Let
mee
kill
thee
My
excellent
chast
sister
,
Floria
Thou
hast
my
soule
,
I
did
but
trie
your
vertues
,
'T
is
truth
,
the
Duke
does
love
thee
,
vitiously
,
Let
him
,
let
him
,
he
comes
to
be
our
guest
,
This
night
he
meanes
to
revell
at
our
house
,
The
Tarquine
shall
be
entertained
;
he
shall
,
Serv.
My
Lord
,
Pisano
is
come
.
Sci.
I
had
forgot
his
promise
,
Looke
up
Sister
And
shine
with
thy
owne
smiles
,
Pisano's
come
,
Pisano
thy
contracted
,
honor'd
freind
,
A
gentleman
so
rich
in
hopes
,
wee
shall
Enter
a
Seruant
.
Bee
happy
in
's
alliance
.
Enter
Pisano
,
Cosmo
,
Freder
.
Welcome
all
,
But
you
above
the
rest
,
my
brother
shortly
,
Sister
and
Florio
entertaine
your
noble
Freinds
,
some
few
minutes
,
I
am
absent
,
wee
Must
not
forget
prepare
for
the
Dukes
comming
,
I
le
soone
returne
Exit
.
Am.
You
are
not
cheerfull
sir
.
How
i
st
my
Lord
?
you
were
not
wont
to
looke
So
sad
when
you
came
hither
.
Pis.
I
am
not
well
Amidea
.
Am,
Oh
my
hart
!
Pis
,
Bee
you
Comforted
Lady
let
all
greifs
repaire
To
this
,
their
proper
Center
.
Flo.
Sir
how
fare
you
?
Pis.
Alterd
of
late
a
little
.
Fred.
Vertuous
Lady
,
I
cannot
chuse
but
pittie
her
,
and
accuse
Pisano's
levitie
.
Pis.
Wo'd
hee
were
come
backe
,
I
might
ha
finishd
ere
he
went
,
and
not
Delay'd
his
businesse
much
,
two
or
three
words
,
And
I
had
dispatch'd
.
Am.
How
sir
?
your
language
is
Another
then
you
vse
to
speake
,
you
looke
not
With
the
same
brow
upon
mee
.
Cos.
Las
sweet
Lady
,
But
who
shall
accuse
mee
?
Pis.
Wee
shall
expect
to
long
,
Lady
I
am
come
To
render
all
my
interest
in
your
love
,
And
to
demand
my selfe
agen
,
live
happier
,
In
other
choice
Faire
Amidea
,
t
is
Some
shame
to
say
my
hearts
revolted
.
Am.
Ha
.
Pis.
Heere
's
witnesse
,
all
is
cancel'd
betwixt
us
,
Nay
and
you
weepe
—
Farewell
.
Am.
Hee
s
gone
.
Flo.
I
am
amazd
.
Pis.
Now
leade
mee
to
my
blessing
.
Exit
.
Flo.
Shall
a
long
suite
and
speeding
in
his
love
With
the
worlds
notice
,
and
a
generall
fame
Of
contract
too
,
just
in
the
instant
when
A
marriage
is
expected
,
bee
broke
off
With
infamy
to
our
house
.
Am.
Brother
,
if
ever
You
lov'd
poore
Amidea
,
let
not
this
Arive
Sciarrhas
eare
ther
's
danger
in
His
knowledge
of
it
,
this
may
be
a
triall
Of
my
affection
Flo.
A
tryall
;
no
It
shewd
too
like
a
truth
Am.
My
teares
intreate
Your
silence
Flo.
You
have
Power
to
command
it
,
dry
your
eyes
then
,
Hee
's
return'd
.
Enter
Sciarrha
.
Sci.
How
now
,
Weeping
?
where
is
Pisano
,
and
his
friends
?
Flo.
Their
gon
sir
.
Sci
Ha!
Am.
Guesse
by
my
eyes
,
you
may
Somthing
of
sorrow
hath
befalne
,
no
sooner
You
were
departed
,
cut
some
strange
distemper
Invaded
him
,
wee
might
discerne
a
change
In
's
countenance
,
and
though
wee
prayd
him
to
Repose
with
us
,
hee
would
straight
back
agen
,
So
with
Frederico
,
And
signior
Cosmo
,
he
returnd
.
Flo.
The
alteration
was
strange
and
suddaine
.
Sci.
Las
noble
gentleman
—
but
come
cleere
up
Your
face
agen
,
wee
hope
it
wonot
last
,
Looke
bright
agen
I
say
,
I
ha
given
order
—
Enter
Gentleman
.
Genu.
My
Lord
the
Dukes
already
come
.
Sci.
Remoue
,
Good
Amidea
,
and
reserve
thy
person
To
Crowne
his
entertainement
,
be
not
seene
yet
.
Exit
Am.
Enter
Duke
Lorenzo
,
Alonzo
,
attendants
.
Du.
Sciarrah
,
we
are
come
to
be
your
guest
.
Sci.
Your
highnes
doth
an
honor
to
our
house
.
Du.
But
wher
's
thy
Sister
,
she
must
bid
us
welcome
Sci.
She
is
your
graces
handmaid
,
Du.
For
this
night
,
Let
the
whole
world
conspire
to
our
delight
.
Lorenzo
—
Whisper
.
Lor.
Sir
bee
confident
—
and
perish
.
Enter
Morosa
,
and
Oriana
in
the
garden
.
Mor.
You
shu'd
not
rashly
give
away
your
heart
,
Nor
must
you
without
me
dispose
your selfe
,
Pray
give
accesse
to
none
—
yet
if
Pisano
Enquire
,
direct
him
to
the
garden
,
Cosmo
Is
young
,
and
promising
,
but
while
Lorenzo
Lives
must
expect
no
sun-shine
.
Enter
Pisano
,
Cosmo
,
Servant
.
Pis.
There
's
for
thy
paynes
,
They
are
now
at
opportunity
Cos.
My
Lord
,
Doe
you
prepare
the
Mother
,
and
let
me
close
With
Oriana
.
Pis.
What
service
can
reward
thee
?
Cos.
Take
occasion
To
leave
us
private
,
this
houre
be
Propitious
,
winne
but
the
Matron
to
you
.
Pis.
She
is
prepard
already
Cos.
Loose
no
time
Take
the
other
walke
.
Exit
Pis.
&
Mor.
Ori.
My
deare
Cosmo
:
Cos.
My
best
Oriana
.
Ori.
You
have
bin
too
much
absent
I
must
chide
you
Cos.
You
cannot
sweet
,
I
would
I
knew
which
way
.
To
make
thee
angry
,
yes
,
that
I
might
see
How
well
it
would
become
thee
,
I
doe
feare
Thou
art
some
Angell
,
and
that
sinne
would
bee
An
argument
,
to
mee
,
that
thou
wert
mortall
I
must
suspect
thy
too
much
goodnesse
else
,
And
leave
thee
for
the
fellowship
of
Saints
,
I
am
to
wicked
.
Ori.
You
will
make
mee
angry
.
Cos.
But
you
will
love
mee
still
,
I
feare
.
Ori.
D'
ee
feare
it
?
I'
st
a
misfortune
?
Cos.
What
?
Ori.
My
love
Cos.
Your
anger
,
And
yet
the
tother
often
times
may
carrie
An
evill
with
it
,
wee
may
love
to
well
And
that
's
a
fault
Ori.
Not
where
the
objects
good
.
Cos.
Oyes
:
Alwayes
beware
of
the
extreames
.
Ori.
What
meane
you
?
I
affect
none
but
my
Cosmo
,
Nor
him
with
too
much
flame
.
Cos.
If
you
should
Lady
,
't
were
Not
nobly
done
.
Ori.
To
love
another
?
Cos.
Yes
,
If
there
be
cause
,
that
may
be
call'd
a
vertue
:
For
what
have
I
to
ingrosse
the
affection
Of
any
Lady
,
if
she
can
discerne
A
greater
merit
in
some
other
man
:
Wisedome
forbid
,
but
she
command
her
smiles
,
To
warme
and
cherish
him
.
Ori.
So
we
should
be
inconstant
.
Cos.
Why
not
,
if
our
reason
be
Convincd
,
that
's
no
such
fault
as
the
world
goes
:
Let
us
examine
all
the
creatures
,
reade
The
booke
of
Nature
through
,
and
we
shall
finde
Nothing
doth
still
the
same
,
the
stars
do
wander
And
have
their
divers
influence
,
the
Elements
Shuffle
into
innumerable
changes
,
Our
constitutions
varie
,
Hearbs
,
and
Trees
Admit
their
Frosts
and
Summer
:
and
why
then
Should
our
desires
,
that
are
so
nimble
,
and
More
subtill
then
the
spirits
in
our
blood
,
Be
such
stayd
things
within
us
,
and
not
share
Their
naturall
liberty
,
shall
we
admit
a
change
In
smaller
of
things
,
and
not
allow
it
in
What
most
of
all
concernes
us
?
Ori.
What
?
Cos.
Our
Loves
?
Ori.
Have
you
a
suspition
I
am
changd
,
and
thus
Would
schoole
me
for
it
,
or
shall
I
imagine
That
you
are
alterd
.
Cos.
Yes
,
I
am
,
and
therefore
Proclaime
thy
freedome
,
I
doe
love
thee
lesse
,
To
shew
I
love
thee
more
.
Ori.
What
riddle
's
this
.
Cos.
I
will
explaine
,
upon
maturity
Of
Councell
Oriana
,
I
haue
found
I
am
not
worthy
of
thee
,
therefore
come
To
make
thee
satisfacton
for
my
sinne
Of
loving
thee
,
by
pointing
out
a
way
,
And
person
,
will
become
thy
affection
better
.
Ori.
You
have
a
pretie
humour
.
Cos.
What
dost
thinke
Of
brave
Pisano
,
shall
his
merit
pleade
Succession
in
thy
chast
thoughts
?
Ori.
I
doe
know
him
.
Cos.
Thou
canst
not
chuse
,
and
I
could
study
none
Worthy
thy
love
but
him
.
Ori.
T
is
very
likely
you
would
resigne
then
.
Cos.
I
to
honor
thee
,
His
service
will
deserve
thee
at
the
best
,
And
richest
value
.
Ori.
Why
it
shall
bee
so
.
Cos.
Nay
but
be
serious
,
and
declare
me
happy
That
I
may
say
,
I
have
made
thee
just
amends
.
I
will
thank
thee
.
Ori.
Why
sir
I
doe
love
him
.
Cos.
Oh
when
did
Cupid
aime
that
golden
shaft
But
dost
thou
love
him
perfectly
with
a
Desire
,
when
sacred
rites
of
marriage
Are
past
,
to
meet
him
in
thy
bed
,
and
call
him
Thy
husband
?
Ori.
Why
sir
,
did
you
ever
thinke
I
was
so
taken
with
your
worth
,
and
person
,
I
could
not
love
another
Lord
as
well
?
By
your
favour
,
there
be
many
as
proper
men
,
And
as
deserving
,
you
may
save
your
plea
,
And
be
assurd
I
need
no
lesson
to
Direct
my
fancie
,
I
did
love
Pisano
,
Before
,
but
for
your
sake
,
I
meane
to
place
him
,
A
great
deale
neerer
,
sure
he
does
but
jeast
.
You
did
love
mee
.
Cos.
Now
by
my
heart
.
I
love
thee
.
Cos.
This
act
shall
crowne
our
storie
Oriana
,
Thou
dost
not
know
how
much
thou
honorest
me
,
For
hee
s
not
in
the
common
list
of
freinds
,
And
he
does
love
thee
past
imagination
Next
his
religion
,
he
has
plac'd
the
thought
Of
Oriana
,
hee
sleepes
nothing
else
.
And
I
shall
wake
him
into
Heauen
,
to
say
Thou
hast
consented
to
be
his
.
Ori.
Pray
tell
me
:
But
truely
I
beseech
you
,
doe
you
wish
Pisano
mine
indeede
?
are
you
jealous
,
And
name
him
to
accuse
me
?
Cos.
Not
by
goodnes
,
But
if
there
be
a
charme
beyond
thy
innocence
,
By
that
I
would
conjure
thee
Oriana
,
Love
him
and
make
three
happy
,
it
shall
be
My
blisse
to
call
you
his
,
let
me
but
o
wne
A
servant
in
your
memory
.
Ori.
Unkinde
,
And
cruell
Cosmo
,
dost
thou
thinke
it
possible
,
I
can
love
any
but
thy selfe
?
thou
wilt
Undoe
my
heart
for
ever
.
Enter
Pisano
and
Morossa
.
Mor.
You
shall
be
Ever
most
welcome
,
if
I
be
her
Mother
,
Shee
must
declare
obedience
,
Oriana
—
Cos.
Goe
cheerefully
,
thy
Mother
calls
,
to
him
Whose
Orator
I
have
beene
,
alas
poore
Lady
,
I
halfe
repent
me
since
she
is
so
constant
:
But
a
friends
life
weighes
downe
all
other
love
;
Beside
,
I
thus
secure
my
fate
,
Lorenzo
Threatens
my
spring
,
he
is
my
enemy
.
Ori.
You
le
not
compell
affection
?
Pis.
No
,
but
Court
it
With
honour
,
and
religion
,
thus
invite
it
,
Mor.
I
shall
forget
the
nature
of
a
Parent
,
Unlesse
you
shew
more
softnesse
,
and
regard
To
what
is
urg'd
,
what
promise
could
you
make
To
Cosmo
without
me
?
or
if
you
had
—
Cos.
Here
Cosmo
'
doth
give
up
all
title
to
it
,
I
have
no
part
in
Oriana
now
:
Ori.
I
've
heard
too
much
,
doe
with
me
what
you
please
I
am
all
passive
,
nothing
of
my selfe
,
But
an
obedience
to
unhappinesse
.
Exit
.
Cos.
Follow
her
Pisano
.
Pis.
Th'
art
all
friendship
.
Cos.
Trace
their
warme
steps
,
Virgins
resolves
are
weake
.
Leave
not
her
eyes
,
untill
you
see
day
breake
.
Exeunt
.
ACTVS
TERTIVS
.
Enter
Depazzi
and
Rogero
.
Depazzi
.
ROgero
?
Ro.
My
Lord
.
Dep.
Make
fast
the
Chamber-doore
,
stiffle
the
key-hole
and
the
crannies
,
I
must
discourse
of
secret
matters
,
dost
thou
smell
nothing
Rogero
?
ha
?
Ro.
Smell
?
not
any
thing
my
Lord
to
offend
my
nostrill
.
Dep.
Come
hither
,
what
do
the
people
talke
abroad
of
me
?
Answer
me
justly
,
and
to
the
point
what
doe
they
say
?
Ro.
Faith
my
Lord
,
they
say
that
you
are
—
Dep.
They
lie
,
I
am
not
,
they
are
a
lousie
impudent
multitude
,
a
many-headed
,
and
many
horned
generation
,
to
say
that
I
am
—
Ro.
A
noble
gentleman
,
a
just
and
discreete
Lord
,
and
one
that
deserv'd
to
have
his
honours
without
money
.
Dep.
Oh
is
that
it
?
I
thought
the
rable
would
have
sayd
,
I
had
beene
a
Traytor
,
I
am
halfe
mad
certainly
ere
since
I
consented
to
Lorenzo
,
t
is
a
very
hard
condition
,
that
a
man
must
loose
his
head
to
recompence
the
procuring
of
his
honours
:
what
if
I
discover
him
to
the
Duke
,
ten
to
one
,
if
Lorenzo
come
but
to
speake
,
his
grace
wonot
ha
the
grace
to
beleeve
me
and
then
I
runne
the
hazard
to
be
throwne
out
of
all
atother
side
:
t
is
safest
to
be
a
Traytor
,
hum
,
who
is
that
you
whisperd
to
?
Ro.
I
whisper
?
Dep.
Marry
did
you
sirra
.
Ro.
Not
I
good
faith
my
Lord
.
Dep.
Sirra
,
sirra
,
sirra
,
I
smell
a
Rat
behinde
the
hangings
?
Here
's
no body
,
ha
?
are
there
no
Trunkes
to
convey
secret
voices
?
Ro.
Your
Lordship
has
a
paire
on
.
Dep.
I
doe
not
like
that
face
i'
th
arras
,
a
my
conscience
hee
points
at
me
,
a
pox
upon
this
treason
,
I
have
no
stomack
too
't
,
I
do
see
my selfe
upon
a
Scaffold
,
making
a
pittiful
speech
already
,
I
shall
ha
my
head
cut
off
,
seaven
yeares
agoe
I
layd
my
head
upon
a
wager
I
remember
,
and
lost
it
;
let
me
see
,
it
shall
be
so
,
t
is
good
policie
to
be
arm'd
,
Rogero
,
imagine
I
were
a
Traytor
.
Ro.
How
sir
?
Dep.
I
but
say
imagine
,
we
may
put
the
case
,
and
that
I
were
apprehended
for
a
Traytor
.
Ro.
Heaven
defend
.
Dep.
Heaven
has
somthing
else
to
doe
,
then
to
defend
Traytors
:
I
say
,
Imagine
I
were
brought
to
the
barre
.
Ro.
Good
my
Lord
,
you
brought
to
the
barre
?
Dep.
I
will
beate
you
,
if
you
wonot
imagine
at
my
bidding
:
I
say
,
suppose
I
now
were
at
the
barre
to
answere
for
my
life
.
Ro.
Well
sir
.
Dep.
Well
sir
,
that
's
as
it
happens
,
you
must
imagine
I
will
answere
the
best
I
can
for
my selfe
,
conceive
I
prithee
,
that
these
chaires
were
Iudges
most
grave
and
venerable
beards
and
faces
at
my
arraignement
,
and
that
thy selfe
wert
in
the
name
of
the
Duke
and
state
to
accuse
me
what
couldst
thou
say
to
me
?
Ro.
I
accuse
your
good
honour
?
for
what
I
beseech
you
?
Dep.
For
high
Treason
you
blockehead
.
Ro.
I
must
be
acquainted
with
some
particulars
first
.
Dep.
Masse
thou
saiest
right
:
why
imagine
,
d'
ee
heare
?
you
must
but
imagine
,
that
some
greatman
had
a
conspiracy
against
the
Dukes
person
,
and
that
I
being
an
honest
Lord
,
and
one
of
this
great
mans
friends
,
had
beene
drawne
in
,
for
that
's
the
plaine
truth
on
't
,
t
was
against
my
will
,
but
that
's
all
one
:
Well
,
thou
understandst
mee
,
shew
thy
wit
Rogero
,
scratch
thy
nimble
pericranium
,
and
thunder
out
my
accusation
ex
tempore
:
Here
I
stand
Signior
Depazzi
,
ready
to
answer
the
inditement
.
Ro.
Good
my
Lord
it
will
not
become
me
,
being
your
humble
servant
.
Dep.
Humble
Coxcombe
,
is
't
not
for
my
good
?
I
say
,
accuse
me
,
bring
it
home
,
jerke
me
soundly
to
the
quicke
Rogero
,
tickle
me
as
thou
lovst
thy
Lord
;
I
doe
defie
thee
,
spare
me
not
,
and
the
divell
take
thee
if
thou
bee'st
not
malicious
,
Ro.
Why
then
have
at
you
,
first
Signior
Depazzi
,
thou
art
indicted
of
high
Treason
,
hold
up
thy
hand
,
guiltie
,
or
not
guilty
?
Dep.
Very
good
.
Ro.
Nay
,
very
bad
sir
,
answer
I
say
,
guiltie
or
not
guiltie
?
Dep.
Not
guiltie
.
Ro.
T
is
your
best
course
to
say
so
,
well
imagine
I
rise
up
the
Duke
's
most
learned
in
the
Lawes
,
and
his
nimble
tongu'd
Orator
,
have
at
your
Signior
.
Dep.
Come
,
come
on
sir
,
here
I
stand
.
Ro.
I
will
prove
thou
liest
in
thy
throate
,
if
thou
deniest
thy
Treason
,
and
so
I
addresse
my selfe
to
the
most
vnderstanding
seates
of
Justice
,
most
wise
,
most
honourable
,
and
most
incorrupt
Judges
,
sleepe
not
I
beseech
you
,
my
place
hath
call'd
me
to
plead
in
the
behalfe
of
my
Prince
and
Countrie
against
this
notable
,
this
pernicious
,
and
impudent
Traitor
,
who
hath
plotted
and
contrived
such
high
,
hainous
,
and
horrible
treasons
as
no
Age
nor
Historie
hath
ever
mention'd
the
like
.
Here
hee
stands
,
whose
birth
I
will
not
touch
,
because
it
s
altogether
unknowne
who
begot
him
:
He
was
brought
up
among
the
smal
wares
in
the
Cittie
,
became
rich
by
sinister
and
indirect
practises
,
married
a
Merchants
wife
at
adventures
,
and
was
soone
after
advanc'd
to
be
a
Head-officer
.
Dep.
Why
you
rascall
.
Ro.
Peace
sirra
,
peace
,
nay
your
Lordships
shall
finde
him
very
audacious
:
This
fellow
not
content
to
have
his
branches
spread
within
the
Cittie
,
I
speake
it
to
his
face
,
let
him
denie
it
,
was
afterward
by
the
corruption
of
his
confederate
,
and
the
meere
grace
of
his
highnesse
raised
to
honour
,
received
infinite
favours
from
his
Prince
of
blessed
memorie
,
yet
like
a
wretch
,
a
villaine
,
a
viper
,
a
Rat
of
Nilus
,
he
hath
practised
Treasons
against
the
sacred
person
of
the
Duke
,
for
which
he
deserveth
not
onely
to
die
,
but
also
to
suffer
tortures
,
whips
,
racks
,
strapadoes
,
wheeles
,
and
all
the
fiery
brazen
bulls
that
can
bee
invented
,
as
I
shall
make
it
appeare
to
this
honourable
and
illustrious
Court
.
Dep.
This
rogues
transported
.
Ro.
With
all
my
heart
I
obey
your
Lordships
—
thus
then
I
passe
from
these
circumstances
,
and
proceed
to
the
principall
villanies
that
wee
have
to
lay
to
his
charge
.
Imprimis
thou
Signior
Depazzi
didst
offer
to
a
groome
a
100
crownes
to
poyson
his
highnes
hunting
saddle
.
Dep.
Did
I
?
Ro.
Do
not
interrupt
mee
varlet
I
will
proove
it
,
his
hunting
saddle
,
and
woe
shall
be
unto
thy
breech
therefore
,
and
finding
this
serpentive
treason
broken
in
the
shell
,
doe
but
lend
your
reverend
eares
to
his
next
designes
I
will
cut
em
off
presently
.
This
irreligious
nay
Atheistical
Traitor
,
did
with
his
owne
hands
poyson
the
Dukes
prayer
booke
,
oh
impiety
!
and
had
his
highnes
as
in
former
times
,
hee
accustomed
but
pray'd
once
in
a
month
,
which
by
speciall
grace
hee
omitted
,
how
fatall
had
it
beene
to
Florence
?
but
as
by
justice
his
excellence
did
then
,
and
by
his
owne
want
of
devotion
,
prevent
this
assasinates
purpose
,
so
we
hope
in
his
owne
discretion
,
and
the
councell
of
his
state
,
hee
will
take
heed
how
he
prayes
hereafter
while
hee
lives
,
to
which
every
true
subject
will
say
Amen
.
Dep.
May
it
please
your
honors
—
Ro.
Thou
impudent
brazen
fac'd
Traitor
,
wilt
thou
deny
it
?
more
over
,
and
like
your
good
Lordships
,
hee
hath
for
this
fortnight
or
three
weekes
before
his
apprehension
,
walk'd
up
and
downe
the
Court
with
a
case
of
pistols
charg'd
wherewith
,
as
he
partly
confessed
,
hee
intended
to
send
the
Duke
to
heaven
with
a
powder
.
Dep.
This
rogue
will
undoe
the
Divell
at
inuention
,
may
it
please
this
honorable
—
Ro.
These
are
but
sprinklings
of
his
treason
.
Dep.
Will
you
justifie
this
?
did
I
any
of
these
things
you
tadpole
?
Ro.
Hold
your selfe
contented
my
Lord
,
he
that
is
brought
to
the
barre
in
case
of
treason
,
must
looke
to
have
more
objected
then
hee
can
answere
,
or
any
man
is
able
to
justifie
.
Dep.
I
confesse
and
please
your
good
Lordships
.
Ro.
Marke
,
hee
will
confesse
.
Dep.
That
's
the
the
way
to
be
sent
of
a
headles
errand
,
indeed
I
confesse
that
I
never
intēded
any
treasō
to
his
highnes
,
nor
ever
sought
the
princes
life
,
true
it
is
,
that
I
heard
of
a
conpiracie
.
Ro.
That
that
my
Lord
hath
overthrowne
him
,
he
saieth
hee
never
sought
the
princes
life
,
ergo
he
sought
his
death
,
besides
he
hath
heard
of
treason
,
now
he
that
heareth
and
discovereth
not
is
equally
guilty
in
fact
:
for
in
offences
of
this
nature
there
are
not
accessaries
,
ergo
hee
is
a
principall
,
and
beeing
a
principal
Traitor
,
hee
deserveth
condemnation
.
Dep.
Shall
I
not
speake
?
Ro.
No
,
traitors
must
not
be
sufferd
to
speake
,
for
when
they
have
leave
,
they
have
liberty
,
and
hee
that
is
a
Traitor
deserveth
to
bee
close
Prisoner
.
Dep.
All
that
this
fellow
hath
vtterd
,
is
false
and
forgd
,
abhominable
lyes
.
Ro.
I
will
speake
truth
,
and
I
will
be
heard
,
and
no
man
else
in
this
place
.
Dep.
I
never
dre'mt
of
a
hunting
saddle
,
nor
never
had
so
much
as
a
thought
of
any
prayer
booke
.
Ro.
You
sit
heare
to
do
justice
,
I
speak
for
the
Duke
and
the
safety
of
the
common
wealth
.
Dep.
As
for
pistols
,
t
is
well
knowne
I
could
never
indure
the
report
one
e'm
,
I
defie
powder
and
shot
as
I
doe
him
that
accuseth
mee
.
Ro.
I
defie
al
the
world
that
wil
heare
a
Traitor
speak
,
for
himselfe
,
t
is
against
the
Law
which
provids
that
no
man
shal
defend
treason
,
and
he
that
speakes
for
himselfe
being
a
Traitor
,
doth
defend
his
treason
,
thou
art
a
Capitall
obstreporous
malefactor
.
Dep.
Thou
art
a
madman
:
Ro.
Go
to
you
have
playd
the
foole
too
much
.
Dep.
Thou
continual
motion
cease
,
a
pox
upon
thee
hold
thy
tongue
.
Ro.
The
pox
wonot
serve
your
turne
.
Dep.
Why
then
this
shall
.
Beates
him
.
Ro.
Hold
,
hold
good
my
Lord
,
I
am
sensible
,
I
ha
done
,
imagine
I
ha
done
,
I
but
obeyd
your
Lordship
,
whose
batoone
I
finde
stronger
then
my
imagination
,
my
Lord
you
will
answer
this
to
stricke
i'
th
Court
thus
?
Dep.
I
Am
as
wearie
—
harke
Rogero
one
knocks
,
see
,
see
ther
's
to
make
thee
amends
see
good
Knockes
Rogero
,
and
say
nothing
pray
heaven
it
be
no
pursevant
.
Enter
Petruchio
with
a
Letter
.
Ro.
Petruchio
my
Lord
,
Pisanoes
Secretary
.
Dep.
But
Lorenzoes
Engine
a
very
knave
,
Pet.
My
very
good
Lord
.
Dep.
What
's
here
?
it
can
be
no
goodnesse
:
Reades
.
My
Lord
I
would
not
have
you
goe
to
bed
to night
,
he
wonot
let
me
sleepe
now
,
I
dream't
as
much
,
something
will
be
done
to
give
Florence
liberty
:
In
the
depth
of
night
you
may
cunningly
disperse
some
rumours
in
the
Citty
,
that
the
Duke
is
dead
,
the
people
must
be
distracted
,
in
the
common
fright
be
not
you
wanting
in
your
person
to
assist
their
feares
,
and
speake
well
of
Lorenzo
,
speake
well
of
the
divell
:
my
humble
service
to
your
Lord
,
and
say
he
has
power
to
command
me
in
all
things
.
Pet.
My
very
good
Lord
.
Dep.
No
matter
and
you
were
both
hang'd
,
Rogero
,
shew
him
the
Wine-sellar
:
let
me
see
,
I
must
report
the
Dukes
death
,
I
cannot
abide
this
word
Death
,
yet
he
desires
mee
but
to
report
it
,
hum
,
if
it
be
false
,
why
so
much
the
better
;
there
will
be
the
lesse
harme
in
't
,
if
it
should
prove
true
,
they
will
beleeve
me
another
time
:
Well
I
will
drinke
my selfe
halfe
drunke
,
and
be
fortified
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Duke
,
Amidea
,
Lorenzo
,
Sciarrha
,
Florio
,
&c.
Du.
Sciarrha
,
you
exceede
in
entertainment
,
Banquet
our
y●s
too
.
Lo.
He
will
feast
all
Senses
.
Sci.
Onely
a
toy
my
Lord
,
I
cannot
cal
't
,
A
maske
,
not
worthy
of
this
presence
,
yet
It
speakes
the
freedome
of
my
heart
,
and
gratitude
For
this
great
honour
.
Du.
Amidea
must
sit
neere
us
.
Sci.
Lords
your
places
,
't
wonot
be
Worth
halfe
this
ceremonie
,
let
'em
begin
.
Enter
Lust
richly
apparreld
,
the
pleasures
attending
.
Du.
Whose
the
presenter
?
Sci.
Lust
sir
,
pray
observe
:
Lust
.
Now
let
Lust
possesse
the
throne
Of
Love
,
and
rule
in
hearts
alone
:
You
sweete
tempters
to
my
Sinne
,
Beauty
,
smiles
,
and
kisses
winne
Vpon
fraile
mortals
,
let
them
know
There
is
no
happinesse
,
but
you
Shoot
no
arrowes
tip'd
with
leade
Each
shaft
have
his
golden
head
:
Call
no
Love
,
delude
men
still
,
Through
the
flesh
,
their
spirits
kill
,
Nor
spend
all
your
art
to
take
Common
persons
,
greatnesse
make
By
your
potent
charmes
to
bee
Subjects
unto
hell
and
mee
,
Inflame
but
Kings
with
loose
desire
,
Yee
soone
set
all
the
world
on
fire
.
Enter
a
young
man
in
rich
habit
and
Crownd
.
Du.
What
's
hee
?
Sci.
A
wild
young
man
that
followes
lust
,
He
has
too
much
blood
it
seemes
.
Du.
Why
lookes
hee
backe
?
Sci.
There
is
a
thing
cald
death
that
followes
him
With
a
large
traine
of
furies
,
but
the
Syrens
Of
lust
make
him
secure
,
and
now
the
hagge
Embraces
him
,
and
circles
him
with
pleasures
,
The
harpyes
meane
to
dance
too
,
hang
his
conscience
It
whines
too
much
.
Lo.
This
is
too
plaine
.
Sci.
Hee
does
not
tremble
yet
,
By
an
by
sir
you
shall
see
all
his
tormentors
Joyne
with
'em
,
ther
's
the
sport
on
't
.
Lo.
Mee thinks
they
Should
have
beene
first
forth
'
antimaske
.
Lo.
Oh
no!
In
hell
they
doe
not
stand
upon
the
methode
As
wee
at
Court
,
the
ground
maske
and
the
glorie
Begin
the
revells
,
Sister
you
doe
ill
To
keepe
the
Duke
in
talke
,
he
cannot
see
The
divell
for
you
,
and
the
whipps
:
does
not
That
deaths
head
looke
most
tēptingly
?
the
wormes
Have
kist
the
lips
off
.
The
furies
joyne
in
the
dance
,
and
in
the
end
carries
the
young
man
away
.
How
does
your
highnesse
like
this
dance
?
Du.
My
eyes
so
feasted
here
,
I
did
not
marke
it
,
But
I
presume
't
was
hansome
.
Sci.
Oh
the
Lethargy
Of
Princes
!
we
ha
kept
you
Sir
from
bed
:
More
lights
.
Du.
Good
night
to
all
,
to
you
the
best
:
Sciarrha
binde
us
ever
by
performance
.
Sci.
We
are
all
yours
.
Du.
And
Florence
thine
,
once
more
—
Brightest
of
Ladies
.
Lo.
You
are
firme
.
Sci.
Suspect
not
.
Exeunt
all
,
but
Amidea
and
Florio
.
Flo.
I
doe
not
like
my
brothers
Morall
Maske
,
The
Duke
himselfe
was
personated
,
I
Wonder
it
did
not
startle
him
.
Am.
I
hope
Sciarrha
does
not
meane
so
ill
as
that
Did
promise
,
he
's
return'd
:
his
lookes
are
full
.
Enter
Sciarrha
.
Of
threatning
.
Sci.
Amidea
,
goe
not
to
bed
,
And
yet
no
matter
,
I
can
doo
't
alone
:
Take
both
your
rest
,
and
in
your
prayers
commend
The
Duke
to
Heaven
,
t
is
charity
;
has
made
His
will
already
,
and
bequeathd
his
body
To
you
Sister
,
pitty
his
soule
for
't
,
t
is
now
Within
few
minutes
of
departing
.
Am.
How
?
Sci.
Why
this
way
I
must
helpe
him
in
his
groanes
To
bring
his
flesh
a bed
.
Am.
You
wonot
kill
him
?
Sci.
I
am
not
of
your
minde
.
Am.
I
know
you
cannot
.
Sci.
You
are
not
studied
so
perfect
in
His
destiny
I
hope
;
I
will
endeavour
—
Am.
To
kill
your
Prince
?
Flo.
What
here
?
Sci.
No
,
in
his
Chamber
.
Am.
Shall
it
be
read
in
Stories
of
our
Florence
,
Sciarrha
first
did
staine
his
family
With
such
a
Treason
?
Flo.
Was
he
not
invited
?
Sci.
Yes
,
by
his
lust
.
Flo.
And
in
your
crowned
tables
,
And
Hospitality
will
you
murder
him
?
Sci.
Yes
,
and
the
reason
wherefore
he
was
murderd
,
Shall
justifie
the
deed
to
all
posterity
,
He
came
to
wrong
my
Sister
.
Flo.
Wanton
heate
,
Let
youthfull
blood
excuse
him
.
Sci.
So
it
must
.
Flo.
Mistake
me
not
,
oh
thinke
but
who
he
is
,
The
Duke
,
that
word
must
needs
awake
your
piety
.
Am.
How
will
good
men
in
this
remembrance
Abhorre
your
cruelty
,
that
send
to
hell
One
with
the
weight
of
all
his
sinnes
upon
him
.
Sci.
It
is
too
late
to
coole
with
argument
My
incensed
blood
,
will
you
goe
dally
with
him
,
And
let
him
bord
your
pinace
:
I
ha
gon
So
farre
in
promise
,
if
you
claspe
not
with
him
,
It
will
be
dangerous
if
he
out-live
This
night
.
Am.
I
ha
thought
on
't
,
send
him
to
my
bed
.
Sc.
Ha
?
Am.
Doe
not
question
what
I
purpose
,
heaven
Witnesse
to
my
chast
thoughts
.
Sci.
Wot
thou
trust
him
?
Am.
I
will
doe
much
sir
,
to
preserve
his
life
,
And
your
innocence
:
be
not
you
suspectfull
At
the
worst
,
you
can
but
respite
your
revenge
.
Sci.
Dost
thou
not
feare
unhappy
Luenesse
chance
,
Or
wretched
Philomels
dishonour
?
Am.
No
:
Give
me
his
life
,
and
send
your
wanton
to
me
;
I
le
to
my
Chamber
,
feare
me
not
Sciarrha
,
Have
not
one
thought
so
bad
,
I
sha'
not
prosper
;
Virgins
in
heaven
will
suffer
with
me
.
Exit
Am.
&
Flo.
Flo.
Trust
her
?
Sci.
T
is
but
deferring
of
my
justice
,
Shee
wonot
kill
him
sure
:
draw
on
her
soule
The
guilt
shee
hates
in
mine
,
if
shee
doe
yeeld
To
the
hot
encounter
:
ha
?
t
will
be
just
,
That
both
their
hearts
weepe
blood
,
to
purge
their
lust
.
Exit
.
Enter
Florio
and
Amidea
.
Flo.
My
Ponyard
?
Ami.
I
've
no
blacke
intent
To
stain
't
with
any
blood
.
Flo.
Take
it
,
I
know
,
thou
art
my
vertuous
Sister
,
It
were
wickednesse
to
doubt
thy
purpose
Or
the
event
.
Ami.
Now
leave
me
.
Flo.
Thou
hast
a
guard
of
Angels
.
Ami.
They
are
comming
.
Enter
Sciarrlia
&
Duke
.
Sci.
Looke
,
there
she
is
sir
,
you
know
how
to
undresse
her
.
Du.
Dearest
Sciarrha
.
Sci.
To
your
recreation
,
here
I
le
obscure
my selfe
,
Florio
?
t
is
well
.
Withdrawes
behind
the
hangings
.
Du.
Lady
you
know
me
?
Am.
Yes
my
Prince
.
Du.
I
was
so
,
Till
I
saw
thee
,
but
I
gave
up
that
title
,
A
conquest
to
thy
beauty
,
which
among
Her
other
wonders
hath
created
me
A
subject
and
servant
,
and
I
shall
Be
happier
to
be
receiv'd
yours
by
One
of
those
names
then
Duke
of
Tuscany
.
Am.
Oh
take
your selfe
agen
,
use
your
greatnes
To
make
the
hearts
of
Florence
bow
to
you
,
And
pay
their
duties
thus
.
Du.
Rise
Amidea
,
And
since
you
have
given
my
power
backe
,
it
will
Become
me
to
command
.
Am.
And
me
to
obey
.
Du.
I
see
thy
noble
brother
hath
bin
faithfull
To
my
desires
,
he
has
prepar'd
thee
with
A
storie
of
my
love
,
which
thou
rewardst
With
too
much
humblenesse
:
thou
hast
a
quarrell
,
And
a
just
one
with
thy
Stars
,
that
did
not
make
thee
A
Princesse
Amidea
,
yet
th'
art
greater
,
Aud
borne
to
justifie
unto
these
times
A
Queene
of
Love
,
Venus
was
but
thy
figure
,
And
all
her
graces
prophesies
of
thine
,
To
make
our
last
age
best
;
I
could
dwell
ever
Here
,
and
imagine
I
am
in
a
Temple
,
To
offer
on
this
Altar
of
thy
lip
,
Kisses
her
often
.
Myriads
of
flaming
kisses
with
a
cloude
Of
sighes
breathd
from
my
heart
,
Which
by
the
oblation
would
increase
his
stocke
,
To
make
my
pay
eternall
.
Am.
What
meane
you
?
Du.
That
question
is
propounded
timely
,
hadst
Not
interrupted
me
,
I
should
ha
lost
My selfe
upon
thy
lips
,
and
quite
forgot
There
is
a
blisse
beyond
it
,
which
I
came
for
:
Let
others
satisfie
themselves
to
reade
The
wonders
in
thy
face
,
make
proud
their
eye
,
By
seeing
thine
,
turne
statues
at
thy
voice
,
And
thinke
they
never
fixe
enough
to
heare
thee
.
A
man
halfe
dead
with
famine
,
would
wish
here
To
feed
on
smiles
,
of
which
the
least
hath
power
To
call
an
Anchorite
from
his
prayers
,
tempt
Saints
To
wish
their
bodies
on
,
thou
dost
with
ease
Captivate
Kings
with
every
beame
,
and
maist
Lead
them
like
prisoners
round
about
the
world
,
proud
of
such
golden
chaines
;
this
were
enough
,
Had
not
my
Fate
provided
more
,
to
make
me
Beleeve
my selfe
immortall
in
thy
touches
,
Come
to
thy
bed
,
transforme
me
there
to
happinesse
;
I
le
laugh
at
all
the
fables
of
the
gods
,
And
teach
our
Poets
after
I
know
thee
,
To
write
the
true
Elizium
.
Am.
Good
my
Lord
,
I
understand
you
not
,
and
yet
I
feare
You
doe
not
meane
well
,
if
you
have
brought
with
you
A
sinfull
purpose
which
I
may
suspect
.
Du.
Why
Lady
,
what
doe
yon
imagine
I
Came
hither
for
?
Am.
I
know
not
.
Du.
How
?
is
't
come
to
that
?
Your
brother
gave
you
more
.
Desirous
of
the
sport
,
and
brought
me
hither
Ripe
for
your
dalliance
,
did
you
not
expect
me
?
Am.
Yes
.
Du.
And
to
what
other
purpose
?
Am.
To
tell
you
that
you
are
not
vertuous
.
Du.
I
'm
of
your
minde
.
Am.
But
I
am
not
so
wicked
To
bee
of
yours
:
oh
thinke
but
who
you
are
,
Your
title
speakes
you
neerest
heaven
,
and
points
You
out
a
glorious
raigne
among
the
Angels
,
Doe
not
depose
your selfe
of
one
,
and
bee
Of
the
other
disin'herited
.
Du.
I
would
Your
brother
heard
you
,
prethee
doe
not
wast
This
tedious
divinity
,
I
am
Resolvd
to
grapple
with
you
.
Am.
Keepe
off
.
Shewes
the
Ponyard
.
Du.
Ha
?
Turnd
Amazon
.
Am.
Prince
,
come
not
to
neere
mee
.
For
by
my
honor
,
since
you
haue
lost
your
owne
,
Although
I
bow
in
dutie
to
your
person
,
I
hate
your
black
thoughts
,
tempt
not
my
just
hand
With
violent
approach
,
I
dare
,
and
will
Doe
that
will
greeve
you
,
if
you
have
a
soule
.
Du.
Thou
dar'st
not
kill
mee
.
Am.
True
,
but
I
dare
die
.
Du.
Bee
thy
owne
murderer
?
Am.
Rather
then
you
should
be
my
ravisher
.
Du.
Thou
can'st
not
be
so
mercilesse
,
uslesse
sin
To
be
unchast
,
I
am
thy
Prince
,
I
prethee
Throw
by
that
cruell
weapon
,
let
our
warre
De
soft
embraces
,
shooting
amorous
smiles
,
Kill
and
restore
each
other
with
a
kisse
,
I
know
thou
canst
not
bee
unkinde
so
long
,
Then
I
command
thee
.
Am
I
must
not
obey
To
be
your
strumpet
,
though
my
hand
be
unskilfull
,
I
shall
soone
finde
my
heart
.
Du.
I
le
not
beleeve
—
Am.
Let
this
deserve
your
faith
,
I
dare
be
just
,
Shee
wounds
her
arme
.
This
crimson
river
issuing
from
my
arme
.
Du.
Hold
.
Am.
Never
,
it
shall
flow
,
and
if
this
channell
Yeeld
not
enough
,
I
le
stricke
another
veine
,
And
after
that
another
,
and
not
pittie
The
murmuring
streame
,
till
through
a
prodigal
wound
I
have
draind
the
fountaine
:
this
doth
weepe
for
you
,
And
shall
extoll
my
death
,
if
it
may
teach
You
to
correct
your
blood
.
Du.
There
's
so
much
gone
From
mee
I
coole
apace
;
this
action
Hath
shot
an
ague
through
me
;
Amidea
,
Pitty
thy selfe
.
Am.
Not
,
till
you
sweare
repentance
;
I
doe
not
faint
yet
,
t
is
somewhat
about
,
But
I
can
finde
a
neerer
way
,
this
does
it
.
Du.
Containe
,
I
am
sorry
,
sorry
from
my
soule
,
Trust
me
,
I
doe
bleed
inward
,
Amidea
Can
answere
all
thy
drops
:
oh
pardon
mee
,
Thou
faintst
already
,
dost
not
?
I
am
fearefull
,
The
Phoenix
with
her
wings
,
when
shee
is
dying
Can
fanne
her
ashes
into
another
life
:
But
when
they
breath
more
sweete
then
all
the
spice
That
helps
the
others
funerall
,
returnes
To
heaven
,
the
world
must
be
eternall
looser
:
Looke
to
thy
wound
.
Am.
May
I
beleeve
you
sir
?
Du.
I
dare
not
thinke
awry
,
agen
I
aske
Forgivenesse
,
in
thy
innocence
I
see
My
owne
deformitie
.
Enter
Sciarrha
,
hastily
embraceth
Amidea
,
Enter
Florio
.
Sci.
Now
a
thousand
blessings
Reward
thy
goodnesse
;
thou
deservst
a
statue
,
A
tall
one
which
should
reach
above
the
clouds
.
Justle
the
moone
,
that
people
a farre
off
Beholding
it
,
may
be
invited
hither
In
hope
to
climbe
to
heaven
by
't
,
but
apply
Betimes
unto
thy
wound
;
Florio
assist
her
.
Ex.
Am.
&
Flo.
And
now
my
Lord
—
Du.
Sciarrah
I
le
begin
to
bee
thy
Lord
,
I
brought
intentions
of
dishonor
to
thee
,
And
thy
faire
sister
,
but
I
am
reconcil'd
To
vertue
,
and
will
studie
how
to
satisfie
For
you
and
Florence
.
Sci.
You
will
be
more
precious
,
Then
had
you
never
fallen
,
I
am
all
joy
in
your
conversion
.
Sci.
Lorenzo
?
I
think
he
has
not
said
his
prayers
yet
,
But
—
Du.
What
?
Sci.
I
cannot
tel
,
may
be
,
he
does
not
use
it
.
Du.
How
?
Sci.
My
Lord
,
you
now
are
lovely
,
T
were
better
you
'd
forget
him
,
hee
's
not
right
At
heart
I
feare
.
Du.
Feare
nothing
.
Sci.
To
be
plaine
,
You
cherrish
your
disease
in
him
,
and
are
Not
safe
while
hee
is
neare
you
.
Du.
Doe
not
envie
him
.
Sci.
Then
I
must
tell
you
sir
he
is
a
Traitor
,
Within
my
knowledge
hath
conspird
your
death
.
Du.
With
whom
?
Sci.
With
mee
,
I
should
ha
kild
you
sir
This
night
,
and
every
mineut
hee
expects
To
heare
you
numberd
with
the
dead
,
I
can
Demonstrate
this
,
your
pardon
,
but
in
truth
,
The
injuries
you
meant
us
were
severe
,
And
he
with
as
much
violence
did
urge
em
To
your
destruction
,
but
your
pietie
Hath
charm'd
my
purpose
,
and
I
looke
uppon
you
With
new
obedience
.
Enter
Florio
.
Du.
Possible
.
Sci.
Wee
wonot
shift
the
scene
till
you
beleeve
it
,
Florio
,
intreate
my
Lord
Lorenzo
hither
,
Step
but
but
behinde
the
arras
,
and
your
eare
Shall
tell
you
who
's
the
greatest
Traitor
living
,
Observe
but
when
I
tell
him
,
you
are
slaine
,
How
hee
le
rejoice
,
and
call
mee
Florence
great
Preserver
,
blesse
my
arme
that
in
your
blood
,
Hath
given
our
groning
state
a
libertie
:
Then
trust
Sciarrha
,
but
obserue
,
I
heere
e'm
Enter
Lorenzo
.
Lo.
Whom
talkd
he
too
?
Sci.
T
is
done
—
Lo.
What
good
Sciarrha
?
Sci.
The
Duke
is
dead
.
Lo.
Wee
are
not
left
so
miserable
,
Heaven
is
more
kinde
to
Florence
.
Sci.
With
this
hand
I
made
a
passage
for
his
soule
.
Lo.
Defend
Omnipotence
,
what
murder'd
?
and
by
noble
Sciarrha
?
how
my
eare
abuses
me
!
Sci.
Did
not
wee
plot
it
too
?
Lo.
How
wee
?
collect
,
I
feare
you
are
not
well
:
pray
tell
mee
why
You
talke
thus
?
wher
's
the
Duke
?
he
hath
a
guard
,
An
armie
of
heaven
about
him
;
who
in
Florence
,
Dares
be
so
blacke
a
divell
to
attempt
His
death
.
Sci.
This
is
fine
cunning
,
why
that
diuell
is
Lorenzo
,
if
hee
dars
deny
it
,
wee
are
in
private
,
You
need
appeare
no
stranger
to
that
's
done
By
your
direction
.
Lo.
I
in
the
practice
?
Then
let
me
creepe
into
the
earth
,
and
rise
A
monster
to
affright
man-kinde
,
Sciarrha
,
I
must
abhorre
thee
for
it
,
oh
my
Prince
!
My
dearest
kinsman
,
may
thy
hand
rot
off
,
Treason
,
treason
.
Sci.
Then
my
sword
shall
fetch
As
they
draw
,
the
Duke
interposes
.
another
witnesse
in
thy
heart
Du.
Hold
.
Lo.
Tush
,
let
him
come
,
My
royall
Lord
,
nay
,
let
him
kill
mee
now
,
Ive
so
much
joy
and
peace
about
mee
,
t
were
A
sinne
to
wish
my
life
beyond
this
minute
.
Du.
Put
up
I
say
.
Sci.
My
Lord
,
we
are
both
cozend
:
That
very
smile
's
a
Traitor
.
Du.
Come
,
be
calme
:
You
are
too
passionate
Sciarrha
,
and
Mistooke
Lorenzo
.
Lo.
But
I
hold
him
noble
:
I
see
hee
made
this
triall
of
my
faith
,
And
I
forgive
him
.
Du.
Yee
shall
be
friends
,
you
shall
I
say
.
Enter
Cosmo
and
Alonzo
.
Cos.
The
Duke
—
Alon.
Where
's
the
Duke
?
Cos.
My
Lord
,
we
are
blest
to
see
you
safe
,
report
Hath
frighted
all
the
Cittie
with
your
death
:
People
forsake
their
beds
,
and
seeking
how
To
be
inform'd
,
increase
the
wretched
tumult
.
Alon.
There
's
nothing
but
confusion
:
all
men
tremble
As
if
some
generall
fire
invaded
Florence
.
Sci.
Have
comfort
sir
.
Du.
What
's
to
be
done
?
Lo.
Depazzi
has
remembred
,
My
Lord
there
is
no
safety
for
the
State
,
Unlesse
you
personally
appease
'em
.
Du.
How
?
Lo.
I
hope
thei
le
teare
him
,
would
he
were
dead
any
way
.
Alon.
He
hath
counselld
well
.
Cos.
Your
presence
onely
hath
the
power
to
charme
'em
.
Du.
I
feare
their
rage
:
where
is
our
Guard
?
Alonzo
,
haste
afore
,
proclaime
our
pardon
,
And
that
we
live
to
give
the
offenders
mercy
.
Why
are
we
borne
to
greatnesse
,
mockt
with
State
,
When
every
tumult
staggers
our
proud
fate
?
Sci.
Our
quarrell
is
deferd
Sir
.
Exeunt
.
ACTVS
QVARTVS
.
Enter
Lorenzo
.
MY
plots
thrive
not
,
my
Engines
all
deceive
me
;
And
in
the
very
point
of
their
discharge
Recoile
with
danger
to
my selfe
:
are
there
No
faithfull
villaines
left
in
nature
?
all
Turn'd
honest
?
man
nor
spirit
aide
Lorenzo
,
Who
hath
not
patience
to
expect
his
fate
:
But
must
compell
it
?
how
Sciarrha
plaid
The
dog-bolt
wo
'me
,
and
had
not
J
provided
Jn
wisedome
for
him
,
that
distresse
had
ruin'd
me
,
His
frozen
Sister
Amidea
too
Hath
halfe
converted
him
;
but
J
must
set
New
wheeles
in
motion
,
to
make
him
yet
More
hatefull
,
and
then
cut
him
from
his
stalke
,
Ripe
for
my
vengeance
:
I
le
not
trust
the
rabble
Confusion
on
the
giddy
multitude
,
That
but
two
minutes
ere
the
Duke
came
at
'em
,
Bellow'd
out
libertie
,
shooke
the
Cittie
with
Their
throates
,
no
sooner
saw
him
but
they
melted
With
the
hot
apprehension
of
a
gallowes
:
And
when
a
pardon
was
proclaimd
,
(
a
fine
State-snaffle
for
such
Mules
)
they
turnd
their
cry
To
acclamations
,
and
deaf'd
Heaven
to
beg
His
long
and
prosperous
reigne
,
a
suddaine
rot
Consume
this
base
heard
,
and
the
divell
want
,
Any
Cattle
for
his
owne
teeth
,
these
are
for
him
.
Enter
a
Servant
.
Ser.
Sciarrha
,
my
Lord
desires
to
speake
with
you
.
Lo.
Sciarrha
,
come
neere
—
you
understand
,
admit
him
.
Exit
.
Ser.
Welcome
my
noble
Lord
,
Enter
Sciarrha
.
You
were
not
wont
to
visite
me
.
Sci.
Nor
meane
ever
to
do
ot
agen
.
Lo.
You
bring
frownes
,
J
can
be
sullon
too
:
what
is
your
pleasure
?
Sci.
You
have
abus'd
me
.
Lo.
You
have
injur'd
me
.
Sci.
Jn
what
?
Lo.
Betraid
me
basely
to
the
Duke
.
Sci.
You
deny'd
then
,
you
were
a
Traitor
.
Lo.
Yes
,
J
was
no
foole
to
runne
my
necke
upon
The
Axe
,
and
give
you
such
a
cause
of
triumph
,
Were
it
agen
in
question
—
Sci.
Y'
are
a
villaine
sir
.
And
I
must
have
it
certified
under
your
owne
hand
To
shew
the
Duke
.
Lo.
You
shall
be
humbled
to
Confesse
the
contrary
,
nay
subscribe
That
I
am
honest
,
and
desire
my
pardon
;
Looke
,
I
have
a
sword
,
and
arme
,
and
vigour
Dare
fight
with
thee
,
didst
ride
upon
a
whirle-winde
,
Provoke
me
on
a
rocke
,
in
waves
,
in
fire
?
And
kill
thee
without
scruple
,
such
a
strength
Is
innocence
.
Sci.
Innocence
?
dost
not
feare
a
thunder-bolt
?
I
shall
be
charitable
to
the
world
,
and
I
Cut
thee
in
peeces
;
and
yet
then
I
feare
Thou
wo't
come
together
againe
:
the
divell
does
Acknowledge
thee
on
earth
the
greater
mischiefe
,
And
has
a
feare
when
thou
art
dead
,
he
sha'not
Be
safe
in
hell
:
thou
wot
conspire
with
some
Of
his
blacke
fiends
,
and
get
his
kingdome
from
him
:
Didst
not
thou
raile
vpon
the
Duke
?
Lo.
I
grant
it
.
Sci.
Call
him
a
Tyrant
?
Lo.
More
I
doe
confesse
,
I
did
exasperate
you
,
to
kill
or
murder
him
;
Give
it
what
name
you
please
,
with
joy
I
brought
him
Under
the
colour
of
your
guest
,
to
be
The
common
sacrifice
:
all
this
I
remember
;
But
is
heavens
stocke
of
mercy
spent
already
,
That
sinnes
though
great
and
horrid
,
may
not
be
Forgiven
,
to
the
heart
that
groanes
with
penitence
?
Are
the
eternall
fountaines
quite
seal'd
up
?
I
was
a
Villaine
,
Traitor
,
Murderer
,
In
my
consenting
to
his
death
,
but
hope
Those
staines
are
now
washt
off
.
Sci.
Hast
thou
repented
?
Lo.
Trust
me
,
I
have
.
Sci.
The
divell
is
turn'd
religious
,
augment
not
thy
dānation
.
Lo.
As
he
was
A
lustfull
Duke
,
a
Tyrant
,
I
had
lost
him
In
his
returne
to
piety
:
he
commanded
My
prayers
,
and
fresh
obedience
to
waite
on
him
;
Hee
's
now
my
Prince
agen
.
Sci.
This
is
but
cunning
to
save
your
life
.
Enter
divers
gentlemen
arm'd
.
Lo.
My
life
?
within
there
,
ha
?
welcome
.
1
My
gracious
Lord
.
2
Wil
t
please
your
honour
Command
my
service
?
3
Or
me
?
4
Or
any
?
5
Our
swords
and
lives
are
yours
.
Sci.
Perhaps
your
Lordship
hath
some
businesse
With
these
Gentlemen
,
I
le
take
some
other
time
.
Lo.
By
no
meanes
good
Sciarrha
:
You
visite
seldome
,
those
are
dayly
with
me
,
Men
that
expect
imployment
,
that
weare
swords
,
And
carry
spirits
,
both
to
be
engag'd
,
If
I
but
name
a
cause
:
Gentlemen
,
draw
.
Sci.
My
providence
has
betrayd
me
.
Lo.
Now
Sciarrha
,
you
that
with
single
valour
dare
come
home
To
affront
me
thus
;
know
;
but
too
late
,
thy
heart
Is
at
the
mercy
of
my
breath
:
these
swords
Can
fetch
it
when
I
please
,
and
to
prevent
Your
boast
of
this
great
daring
:
I
beseech
As
you
doe
love
and
honour
your
Lorenzo
,
No
hand
advance
a
weapon
,
sheath
agen
,
And
leave
us
;
I
owe
service
to
your
loves
;
But
must
not
so
dishonour
you
.
All
gentl.
We
obey
.
Exeunt
Gentlemen
.
Sci.
They
're
gone
:
this
is
some
noblenesse
.
Lo.
You
see
I
doe
not
feare
your
sword
;
alone
I
have
Too
much
advantage
,
yet
you
may
imagine
How
easily
I
could
correct
this
rashnesse
:
But
in
my
feare
to
offend
gracious
Heaven
With
a
new
crime
,
having
so
late
obtain'd
My
peace
,
I
give
you
freedome
.
Sci.
Doe
I
dreame
?
Lo.
Pray
chide
me
still
,
I
will
be
patient
To
heare
my
shame
.
Sci.
Is
this
to
be
beleev'd
?
Doth
not
Lorenzo
counter
this
vertue
?
Hee
does
?
it
is
impossible
he
should
repent
.
Lo.
Why
tell
me
Sciarrha
,
and
let
us
argue
a
while
In
cooler
blood
;
did
not
you
once
resolve
To
kill
the
Duke
too
?
Sci.
I
confesse
—
Lo.
To
give
him
death
with
your
owne
hand
?
Methinkes
it
should
be
the
same
parricide
In
you
,
if
not
a
greater
;
yet
you
chang
Your
purpose
,
why
did
you
not
goe
through
And
murder
him
?
Sci.
He
was
converted
.
Lo.
Good
,
that
taught
you
mercy
,
&
perhaps
repētance
For
your
intent
.
Sci.
It
did
.
Lo.
Why
should
not
sir
The
same
conversion
of
the
Duke
possesse
My
heart
,
with
as
much
pietie
to
him
And
sorrow
for
my selfe
?
if
I
should
say
You
are
but
cunning
,
is
this
shape
of
honesty
,
And
still
suspect
your
soule
to
be
a
Traitor
?
Might
you
not
blame
my
want
of
charitie
?
Sci.
He
saies
but
right
,
we
are
Both
men
,
fraile
things
:
t
is
not
impossible
.
Lo.
I
am
reconcild
to
heaven
already
,
and
the
Duke
,
if
you
Be
still
unsatisfied
,
I
am
readie
sin
.
Sci.
The
circumstance
considerd
,
I
incline
To
thinke
this
may
be
honest
.
Lo.
Come
Sciarrha
,
We
are
both
hastie
:
pardon
my
rash
language
In
the
beginning
,
I
will
studie
service
Shall
make
you
love
me
:
I
ha
bin
too
wicked
,
Too
full
of
passion
,
inexorable
:
My
nature
is
corrected
,
at
this
minute
:
I
'me
friends
with
all
the
world
,
but
in
your
love
Shall
number
many
blessing
.
Sci.
I
am
converted
.
Enter
Petruchio
.
Lo.
What
's
the
newes
?
Pet.
My
Lord
Depazzi
prayes
some
conference
In
the
next
chamber
we
arrivd
by
chance
Together
at
your
gate
:
I
doe
not
like
his
talke
sir
.
Lo.
Hang
him
propertie
,
let
him
Expect
,
thou
art
come
i'
the
opportunitie
:
I
could
have
wisht
,
be
wise
and
second
mee
.
Sci.
He
waits
upon
Pisano
,
Whose
health
I
may
enquire
,
I
ha
not
seene
him
Since
he
departed
sick
,
a
fit
occasion
.
Lo.
Married
to
Oriana
:
thou
mistak'st
,
T
is
Amidea
,
Lord
Sciarrha's
sister
.
Pet.
That
contract
's
broken
,
and
the
old
Lady
Morrossa
is
violent
to
have
the
marriage
Finished
with
her
daughter
.
Lo.
Sciarrha
,
I'
st
true
Pisano
marries
Oriana
The
rich
Morassa's
daughter
.
Sci.
Ha
?
Lo.
Wee
did
expect
to
here
your
sister
should
Have
beene
his
bride
:
has
he
forsaken
Amidea
?
Sci.
Do
not
you
serve
Pisano
?
Pet.
Yes
my
Lord
.
Sci.
And
dare
you
talke
hee
's
to
be
married
To
Oriana
?
Pet.
If
they
live
till
to morrow
:
Ther
's
great
provision
to
my
knowledge
and
—
Sci.
Take
that
,
&
learne
to
speake
a
truth
hereafter
.
Lo.
That
blow
shall
cost
his
life
,
It
is
not
possible
hee
dares
affront
You
thus
;
the
world
takes
notice
of
a
contract
,
Hee
's
much
to
blame
if
he
should
wrong
so
sweet
A
Lady
as
Amidea
,
now
by
Hymen
.
T
is
not
so
honorable
hee
neede
not
scorne
,
Such
an
alliance
.
Pet.
I
am
not
to
give
Account
for
my
Lords
actions
,
let
him
answere
And
justifie
his
honor
:
but
my
Lord
Since
J
am
provoked
,
J
must
declare
he
has
Call'd
back
his
vowes
to
Amidea
,
given
Her
freedome
,
and
does
meane
to
use
his
owne
,
And
this
he
dares
publish
.
Lo.
What
,
disclaim'd
a
Lady
of
her
birth
and
glorious
merit
?
Sci.
Th'
art
a
villaine
,
Lo
My
Lord
he
is
not
worth
your
anger
,
hee
Declares
but
what
his
master
hath
committed
,
T
is
none
of
his
fault
.
Pet.
It
becomes
my
dutie
To
take
correction
my
Lord
,
from
you
,
I
am
a
servant
,
a
poore
gentleman
.
Sci.
Shall
I
suspect
the
circumstance
at
his
departure
?
Lo.
It
is
strange
you
knew
not
this
before
.
Sci.
I
must
examine
if
he
dares
—
Lo.
Be
patient
.
Sci.
Teach
fooles
and
children
patience
,
The
dogs
eate
up
Sciarrha
;
let
me
live
The
prodigie
of
sorrow
,
die
a
death
That
may
draw
teares
from
Scithians
,
if
Pisano
Leade
o're
his
threshold
,
any
soone
wonne
dame
To
be
my
sisters
shame
:
I
am
calme
now
;
One
false
,
heaven
why
should
thy
altars
save
?
T
is
just
that
Hymen
light
him
to
his
grave
.
Exit
Lo.
A
thousand
furies
swell
his
rage
,
although
Pisano
bleed
,
this
is
the
safest
killing
;
Wisemen
secure
their
fates
and
execute
Invisibly
,
like
that
most
subtle
flame
That
burnes
the
heart
,
yet
leaves
no
path
or
touch
Vpon
the
skinne
to
follow
or
suspect
it
:
Farewell
dull
passionate
foole
,
how
this
doth
feede
me
?
Kill
and
be
lost
thy selfe
;
or
if
his
sword
Conclude
thy
life
both
waies
I
am
reveng'd
.
Petruchio
,
thou
didst
hit
my
instructions
rarely
,
And
I
applaude
thee
'
:
now
send
in
Depazzi
,
and
visit
me
anon
.
Pet.
I
shall
my
Lord
.
Exit
.
Lo.
Some
Polititian
That
is
not
wise
,
but
by
a
president
,
Would
thinke
me
weake
for
using
such
an
instrument
,
As
this
Depazzi
;
but
I
know
by
proofe
,
Such
men
whom
feare
and
honour
make
our
creatures
,
Doe
prove
safe
Engines
,
fooles
will
still
obey
,
When
cunning
knaves
our
confidence
betray
.
Enter
Depazzy
and
Rogero
.
Dep.
My
Lord
,
I
would
speake
a
word
or
two
in
private
.
Lo.
You
may
.
Dep.
Is
no body
within
hearing
?
all
cleere
behind
the
arras
?
Lo.
Make
no
doubt
sir
.
Dep.
My
Lord
the
truth
is
,
I
am
very
fearefull
:
is
your
Lordship
sure
there
are
no
eves
droppers
.
Lo.
What
needs
this
circumstance
?
I
pray
come
to
the
point
.
Dep.
T
is
not
unknowne
to
your
Lordship
,
that
you
have
bin
my
very
good
Lord
,
neither
am
I
ignorant
,
that
I
am
your
humble
servant
,
you
advanc'd
men
,
brought
me
into
the
number
of
the
nobles
,
and
I
brought
you
a
reasonable
number
of
crownes
:
I
am
not
the
first
wise
Cittizen
that
hath
bin
converted
into
a
foolish
Courtier
,
but
my
Lord
,
I
beseech
you
pardon
mee
:
it
will
out
.
Lo.
What
's
the
matter
?
Dep.
I
am
ready
to
burst
.
Lo.
With
what
?
Dep.
Treason
,
treason
,
now
'ts
out
,
and
I
feele
my
bodie
the
lighter
for
t
alreadie
:
the
last
plot
did
not
take
you
see
,
and
I
would
humbly
intreate
your
Lordship
to
excuse
mee
,
and
get
some body
else
hereafter
to
be
your
Traitor
in
my
stead
.
Lo.
How
sir
?
Dep.
If
you
did
but
know
the
tendernesse
of
my
constitution
,
or
feele
the
pangs
and
convulsions
that
I
suffer
,
you
would
pittie
mee
:
I
fall
awaie
you
see
,
I
cannot
sleepe
for
dreaming
of
an
axe
,
I
have
caus'd
,
my
hangings
of
Holefernes
to
be
taken
downe
in
my
dining
roome
,
because
I
dare
not
looke
upon
a
head
that
is
cut
off
in
it
,
something
of
my
complexion
:
my
wisedome
tels
mee
I
am
a
foole
to
be
so
fearefull
,
but
my
conscience
tels
me
I
am
a
greater
foole
if
I
ha
not
wit
enough
in
my
pare
to
keepe
my
head
on
my
shoulders
,
I
beseech
your
Lordship
take
mee
into
your
consideration
,
I
am
but
a
mortall
,
though
I
bee
a
Lord
,
every
man
hath
not
the
like
gift
of
impudence
,
I
have
a
weake
stomacke
,
and
treason
is
phisicke
to
mee
,
and
although
I
do
not
vomit
up
your
secrets
they
may
out
some
other
waie
.
Lo.
You
wonot
betraie
mee
.
Dep.
But
alasse
in
such
a
case
I
may
soone
bewray
my selfe
,
and
then
your
Lordship
may
soone
be
smelt
out
:
to
prevent
therefore
some
mischeefe
that
may
happen
,
I
desire
to
leave
off
while
I
am
well
,
end
that
your
Lordship
may
know
I
meane
plainely
:
I
ha
brought
you
all
your
letters
,
I
durst
not
trust
any
other
place
with
'em
for
feare
of
state
rats
,
I
have
unript
my
bosome
to
you
,
and
there
they
are
to
a
title
—
now
I
may
safely
sweare
I
have
no
hand
with
your
Lordship
.
Lo.
This
is
very
strange
.
Dep.
Mistake
not
my
good
Lord
,
J
am
still
your
creature
,
but
I
have
a
great
minde
to
bee
honest
a
little
while
,
among
the
weaker
sort
of
nobilitie
:
yet
thus
much
perswade
your selfe
,
I
will
ne'er
wrong
your
Lordship
in
a
sillable
,
should
you
tell
me
of
a
thousand
treasons
,
and
stratagems
,
J
will
never
reveale
any
,
J
scorne
that
,
but
your
Lordship
must
pardon
mee
,
J
will
be
a
Traitor
no
longer
,
that
's
certaine
,
J
will
be
honest
,
and
the
rather
because
nobody
shall
hit
mee
in
the
teeth
after
J
am
dead
,
and
say
looke
were
Depazzi
carries
his
head
very
high
,
and
my
Lord
the
more
to
induce
your
Lordship
to
dismisse
mee
—
Rogero
.
Ro.
My
Lord
.
Dep.
Giue
me
the
gold
,
I
have
brought
1500
crownes
more
.
Lo.
Wherefore
?
Dep.
That
J
may
have
my
Lordships
good
will
,
to
leave
my
office
before
it
be
taken
from
mee
,
and
preferd
to
a
worse
,
t
is
halfe
the
price
J
paid
for
't
,
J
loue
peace
and
a
litttle
honestie
,
J
know
your
honor
will
finde
an
able
man
for
it
,
and
it
is
fit
J
should
pay
for
my
quietus
.
Lo.
And
what
doe
you
resolve
?
Dep.
To
returne
to
the
dunghill
from
whence
J
came
,
for
though
J
was
borne
in
the
Citie
,
J
have
some
land
in
the
countrie
durtie
acres
,
and
Mansion
house
,
where
J
will
be
the
miracle
of
a
courtier
,
and
keepe
good
hospitalitie
,
love
my
neighbours
,
and
their
wives
,
and
consequently
get
their
children
,
bee
admird
amongst
the
Justices
,
sleepe
vpon
every
bench
,
keepe
a
Chaplaine
in
my
owne
house
to
be
my
Idolator
,
and
furnish
me
with
jests
;
and
when
I
have
nothing
else
to
doe
,
I
will
thinke
of
the
court
,
and
how
much
I
have
bin
oblig'd
to
your
Lordship
:
my
Lord
I
may
doe
you
service
with
a
leading
voice
in
the
countrie
,
the
kennell
will
cry
a
my
side
if
it
come
to
election
,
you
or
your
friend
shall
carrie
it
,
against
the
Common
wealth
.
Lo.
Well
sir
,
since
you
have
express'd
your selfe
so
freely
,
I
will
not
councell
you
against
your
disposition
to
stay
at
court
,
you
may
goe
when
,
and
whither
you
please
;
and
though
at
parting
J
have
nothing
worth
your
acceptation
,
I
will
bestow
these
Crownes
upon
your
servant
.
Dep.
Thou
shalt
give
'em
mee
agen
.
Ro.
Indeed
my
Lord
J
love
a
little
honestie
,
t
is
his
Lordships
bountie
,
it
will
bee
a
stocke
to
set
mee
up
,
for
my selfe
at
Court
,
when
your
Lordship
is
retir'd
into
the
Countrie
,
I
humbly
thanke
your
Lordship
:
and
take
my
leave
of
yours
.
Exit
.
Enter
a
servant
Ser.
The
Duke
my
Lord
.
Exit
servant
.
Dep.
How
the
Duke
?
Du.
Signior
Depazzi
.
Lo.
He
has
bin
earnest
with
mee
,
and
please
your
highnesse
To
be
his
humble
suitor
,
he
may
have
Freedome
to
leave
the
Court
.
Du.
Hee
shall
be
banisht
Dep.
How
?
Lo.
What
time
will
your
grace
allow
to
provide
?
Du.
Two
howers
.
Dep.
I
had
rather
loose
my
head
at
home
,
and
save
charges
Of
travaile
,
I
beseech
your
grace
.
Du.
Well
t
is
granted
,
let
him
not
trouble
us
.
Lo.
Enjoy
the
countrie
,
and
returne
when
the
Duke
sends
for
you
.
Dep.
I
hūbly
thanke
his
highnes
,
and
wil
pray
for
your
increase
of
grace
.
Exit
.
Du.
Lorenzo
,
are
wee
private
?
Lo.
Yes
my
Lord
.
Du.
I
am
very
melancholie
.
Lo.
J
know
the
cause
,
t
is
Amidea
.
Du.
Right
.
Lo.
I
doe
not
wish
her
dead
.
Du.
It
were
a
sinne
.
Lo.
Not
in
heaven
sir
,
yet
There
be
Ladies
,
that
would
thinke
it
a
promotion
.
Du.
It
were
pittie
she
should
leave
The
world
,
till
she
hath
taught
by
her
example
The
neerest
way
Lo.
I
am
very
confident
shee
's
yet
honest
.
Du.
Yet
Lorenzo
?
Lo.
I
sir
,
but
I
'me
not
of
opinion
it
is
Impossible
to
know
a
change
.
Du.
Take
heed
.
Lo.
I
must
confesse
shee
has
beene
very
valiant
,
In
making
you
remove
your
seige
,
and
shewd
Prettie
dexteritie
at
the
ponyard
,
See
her selfe
bleed
:
but
this
a
mortall
Virgin
Might
doe
,
and
not
be
adord
for
't
:
other
weomen
Have
gone
as
farre
,
or
else
false
Legends
have
Beene
thrust
upon
the
easie
world
:
some
say
There
have
bin
creatures
that
have
killd
themselves
,
To
save
their
sullen
chastities
;
but
I
Have
no
strong
faith
that
way
,
yet
you
were
startled
To
see
her
strike
her
arme
,
and
grew
compassionate
.
Du.
I
was
not
Marble
,
we
breake
Adamant
With
blood
,
and
could
I
be
a
man
,
and
not
Be
moov'd
to
see
that
hastie
eb
be
of
life
For
my
sake
?
Lo.
I
have
read
some
aged
Stories
:
What
thinke
you
of
Lucrece
?
shee
is
rememberd
.
Du.
Chastities
great
example
.
Lo.
How
the
world
Was
cozend
in
her
?
shee
knew
of
Tarquin
first
,
And
then
suspecting
she
should
never
meete
Agen
the
active
Gentleman
,
having
Determin'd
of
his
death
,
with
well
dissembled
Sorrow
did
stab
her selfe
,
in
hope
to
meete
The
gamester
in
Elizium
,
Amidea
,
You
will
allow
beneath
this
Roman
Dame
.
Du.
Lorenzo
had
the
burning
ravisher
,
Made
this
attempt
on
Amidea
,
shee
Would
have
compelld
his
penitence
,
to
quench
His
fire
with
holy
teares
.
I
had
a
body
Refin'd
to
aire
,
or
I
was
borne
up
by
A
thousand
wings
:
methought
I
could
have
flowne
And
kiss'd
the
cheeke
of
Cynthia
,
thence
with
ease
Have
leapt
to
Uenus
Starre
,
but
I
was
wounded
,
And
the
gay
feathers
,
in
whose
pride
I
had
My
confidence
,
serv'd
now
but
with
their
waight
To
hasten
me
to
earth
.
Lo.
Ascend
agen
,
And
fixe
in
your
lov'd
orbe
,
he
brings
this
comfort
That
can
assure
it
,
if
you
have
not
lost
A
heart
to
entertaine
with
love
and
pleasure
The
beauteous
Amidea
.
Du.
Ha
?
Lo.
You
shall
enjoy
her
.
Du.
Enjoy
faire
Amidea
?
doe
not
tempt
,
Or
rather
mocke
my
frailtie
with
such
a
promise
.
Lo.
Shake
off
your
melancholie
slumber
,
I
Have
heere
decreed
you
shall
possesse
her
:
she
Be
sent
submissive
to
your
armes
,
and
you
Be
gracious
to
accept
what
she
made
coy
of
.
Du.
Is
this
in
nature
?
Lo.
Thus
:
Sciarrhas
life
And
fortunes
are
alreadie
growing
forfeit
These
braines
have
plotted
so
:
your
mercy
shall
Purchase
what
you
can
wish
,
for
,
in
his
Sister
And
hee
acknowledge
rifling
of
her
honour
,
A
faire
and
cheape
redemption
.
Du.
Doe
this
,
And
I
le
repent
the
folly
of
my
penitence
,
And
take
thee
to
my
soule
,
a
neerer
pledge
Then
blood
or
nature
gave
mee
:
I
'me
renewd
,
I
feele
my
naturall
warmth
returne
,
when
,
where
,
Is
this
to
be
expected
?
I
grow
old
,
While
our
embraces
are
deferd
.
Lo.
J
goe
,
to
hasten
your
delight
,
prepare
your
blood
For
amorous
game
:
Sciarrhas
fate
is
cast
Firmer
then
destinie
.
Du.
Thou
art
my
Prophet
,
I
le
raise
thee
up
an
Altar
.
Lo.
Trust
these
braines
.
Du.
Thou
mak'st
my
spirit
caper
in
my
veines
.
Exit
.
Cosmo
and
two
Gentlemen
above
.
1
Gen.
This
way
they
passe
.
Cos.
J
would
not
see
'em
.
2
Gen.
Why
?
1
Gen.
What
melanchollie
o'
the
suddaine
?
it
is
now
past
cure
.
Cos.
J
know
it
is
,
and
therefore
doe
not
Desire
to
witnesse
their
solemnitie
,
should
Oriana
See
me
to day
.
2
What
then
?
Cos.
The
object
J
Feare
would
be
too
prodigious
.
2
We
dispute
not
those
nice
formalities
.
Enter
Alonzo
,
Piero
,
Pisano
,
Oriana
,
Morossa
,
1
She
has
spied
you
already
.
Cos.
I
am
sorry
for
't
.
Oriana
faints
.
Mor.
How
is
't
my
childe
?
Pis.
My
dearest
Oriana
,
Shee
faints
,
what
griefe
is
so
unmannerly
To
interrupt
thee
now
Oriana
?
Mor.
Daughter
!
Pis.
Will
Heaven
divorce
vs
ere
the
Priest
have
made
Our
Marriage
perfect
?
we
in
vaine
hereafter
Shall
heare
him
teach
,
that
our
Religion
binds
To
have
the
Churches
ceremonie
,
she
returnes
.
Oria.
Why
were
you
so
unkinde
to
call
me
from
A
pleasing
slumber
?
Death
has
a
fine
dwelling
.
Pie.
This
shewes
her
heart
's
not
yet
consenting
,
t
is
Her
Mothers
fierce
command
.
Ori.
Something
spake
to
me
from
that
window
.
Pis.
There
is
nothing
.
Ori.
Nothing
now
.
Pis.
Set
forward
.
Alon.
I
doe
not
like
this
interruption
:
t
is
Ominous
.
Enter
Amidea
.
Am.
Not
for
my
sake
,
but
for
your
owne
,
go
backe
,
Or
take
some
other
way
,
this
leads
to
death
My
brother
.
Pis.
What
of
him
?
Am.
Transported
with
The
furie
of
revenge
for
my
dishonour
,
As
he
conceives
;
for
t
is
against
my
will
:
Hath
vowd
to
kill
you
in
your
Nuptiall
glory
.
Alas
I
feare
his
haste
,
now
good
my
Lord
,
Have
mercy
on
your selfe
,
I
doe
not
begge
Your
pittie
upon
me
,
I
know
too
well
You
cannot
love
me
now
,
nor
would
I
rob
This
Virgin
of
your
faith
,
since
you
have
pleas'd
To
throw
me
from
your
love
:
I
doe
not
aske
One
smile
,
nor
one
poore
kisse
,
enrich
this
maide
Created
for
those
blessings
:
but
agen
,
I
would
beseech
you
,
cherish
your
owne
life
,
Though
I
be
lost
forever
.
Alon.
It
is
worth
Your
care
my
Lord
,
if
there
be
any
danger
.
Pis.
Alas
her
griefe
hath
made
her
wilde
poore
Ladie
:
J
should
not
love
Oriana
to
goe
backe
,
Set
forward
,
Amidea
,
you
may
live
To
be
a
happier
Bride
:
Sciarrha
is
not
So
irreligious
to
prophane
these
rites
.
Am.
Will
you
not
then
beleeve
me
?
pray
perswade
him
,
You
are
his
friends
.
Lady
,
it
will
concerne
You
most
of
all
indeede
:
feare
you
le
weepe
To
see
him
dead
as
well
as
J.
Pis.
No
more
,
Goe
forward
.
Am.
J
have
done
,
pray
be
not
angry
,
That
still
J
wish
you
well
,
may
heaven
divert
All
harmes
that
threaten
you
,
full
blessings
crowne
Your
Marriage
:
J
hope
there
is
no
sinne
in
this
;
Jndeed
J
cannot
choose
but
pray
for
you
,
This
might
have
beene
my
wedding-day
.
Ori.
Good
Heaven
J
would
it
were
,
my
heart
can
tell
,
J
take
No
joy
in
being
his
bride
,
none
in
your
praiers
,
You
shall
have
my
consent
to
have
him
still
:
J
will
resigne
my
place
,
and
waite
on
you
,
Jf
you
will
marrie
him
.
Am.
Pray
doe
not
mocke
me
,
But
if
you
doe
,
J
can
forgive
you
too
.
Ori.
Deare
Amidea
,
doe
not
thinke
J
mocke
Your
sorrow
;
by
these
teares
that
are
not
worne
By
every
Virgin
on
her
wedding
day
;
J
am
compelld
to
give
away
my selfe
:
Your
hearts
were
promisd
,
but
he
ne're
had
mine
:
Am
not
J
wretched
too
?
Am.
Alas
poore
Maide
,
We
two
keepe
sorrow
alive
then
,
but
J
prithee
When
thou
art
married
,
love
him
,
prithee
love
him
;
For
he
esteemes
thee
well
,
and
once
a
day
Give
him
a
kisse
for
me
,
but
doe
not
tell
him
,
T
was
my
desire
,
perhaps
't
will
fetch
a
sigh
From
him
,
and
I
had
rather
breake
my
heart
,
But
one
word
more
,
and
heaven
be
with
you
all
,
Since
you
have
led
the
way
,
I
hope
my
Lord
That
I
am
free
to
marrie
too
.
Pis.
Thou
art
.
Am.
Let
me
beseech
you
then
,
to
be
so
kinde
After
your
owne
solemnities
are
done
,
To
grace
my
wedding
,
I
shall
bee
married
shortly
.
Pis
To
whom
?
Am.
To
one
whom
you
haue
all
heard
talke
of
,
Your
fathers
knew
him
well
:
one
,
who
will
never
Give
cause
I
should
suspect
him
to
forsake
mee
,
A
constant
lover
,
one
whose
lips
though
cold
Distill
chast
kisses
,
though
our
bridall
bed
Be
not
adorn'd
with
roses
,
t
will
bee
greene
,
We
shall
have
Virgin
Laurell
Cipresse
,
Ewe
,
To
make
us
garlands
,
though
no
Pine
do
burne
,
Our
nuptiall
shall
have
torches
,
and
our
chamber
Shall
be
cut
out
of
marble
,
where
wee
le
sleepe
Free
from
all
care
for
ever
:
death
my
Lord
I
hope
shall
be
my
husband
,
now
farewell
,
Although
no
kisse
,
accept
my
parting
teare
,
And
give
me
leave
to
weare
my
willow
here
.
Exit
.
Enter
Sciarrha
,
Lorenzo
,
aloofe
with
a
guard
.
Al.
Sciarrha
!
then
I
prophesie
—
Sci.
Pisano
,
where
's
Pisano
?
Pis.
Here
,
Sciarrha
.
I
should
have
answerd
with
lesse
clamor
.
Sci.
But
I
would
not
lose
my
voice
,
I
must
be
heard
,
And
does
concerne
you
,
I
professe
no
Augurie
,
I
have
not
quarterd
out
the
heavens
,
to
take
The
flight
of
birds
,
nor
by
inspection
Of
entrailes
made
a
divination
.
But
I
must
tell
you
,
t
is
not
safe
to
marrie
.
Pis.
Why
?
Sci.
T
will
be
fatall
,
Hymen
is
gone
abroad
,
And
Venus
,
Lady
of
your
nativitoe
,
Is
found
by
wise
Astrologers
this
day
I'
th
house
of
death
.
Pis.
This
must
not
fright
me
sir
,
set
forward
.
Sci.
One
cold
word
you
are
a
villaine
,
I
doe
not
flatter
.
Pis.
I
am
patient
:
This
day
I
consecrate
to
love
,
not
anger
;
Wee
le
meet
some
other
time
.
Sci.
Deride
my
furie
?
Then
to
thy
heart
I
send
my
owne
revenge
Stabs
him
with
a
ponyard
.
And
Amideas
.
Pis.
I
am
murderd
.
Mor.
Help
,
murder
gentlemen
,
oh
my
unhappines
!
Enter
Lorenzo
with
a
gaurd
.
Pis.
Bloody
Sciarrha
.
Lo.
Hold
.
Sci.
Come
all
at
once
,
Yet
let
me
tell
you
,
my
revenge
is
perfect
,
And
I
would
spare
your
blood
,
if
you
despise
My
charitie
—
Lo.
No
man
attempt
his
death
,
I
le
give
yea
reasons
,
this
attempt
deserves
An
exemplarie
justice
.
Sci.
I
am
above
Your
politicke
reach
,
and
glory
in
the
wound
That
punish'd
our
dishonor
:
is
he
dead
?
I
would
not
be
so
miserable
,
not
to
ha
sped
him
For
the
Empire
.
Enter
Cosmo
.
Cos.
Oh
my
friend
,
poore
Oriana
.
Lo.
Disarme
him
:
Returne
and
comfort
one
another
,
some
Exeunt
all
but
Lorenzo
,
Sciar.
&
guard
.
Remoue
Pisanos
bodie
,
while
I
make
it
My
care
Sciarrha
scape
not
.
Sci.
None
of
all
give
mee
a
scrach
?
Lo
You
have
forc'd
him
with
descretion
.
Sci.
Now
what
must
I
expect
?
Lo.
You
are
my
prisoner
.
Sci.
J
am
so
.
Lo.
And
be
confident
to
finde
that
favour
.
Sci.
Favor
.
Lo.
Be
at
distance
,
more
My
Lord
,
J
am
sorrie
for
your
great
misfortune
And
if
you
can
but
studie
how
I
may
Assist
you
,
you
shall
soone
descerne
my
love
My
readinesse
to
serve
you
.
Sci.
Ha
,
this
honest
?
Lo.
I
would
deserue
your
faith
,
A
freind
but
in
affliction
justifie
His
heart
and
honor
,
I
durst
run
some
hazard
,
Might
I
secure
your
fate
,
name
something
to
me
That
may
declare
my
friendship
.
Sci.
Be
still
safe
,
And
teach
the
world
repentance
,
for
mistaking
thee
I
pittie
not
my selfe
,
but
envy
thy
Heroick
honors
.
Lo.
I
will
impose
no
more
Restraint
,
then
your
owne
house
,
you
'r
honorable
:
You
have
many
severe
enemies
,
the
Duke
Look'd
gratiously
upon
Pisano
,
but
—
.
Sci.
You
shanot
loose
the
smallest
beame
of
favor
,
To
buy
a
man
so
desperate
,
I
never
Thought
death
the
monster
,
that
weake
men
have
fanci'd
,
As
foile
to
make
us
more
in
love
with
life
,
The
Divels
picture
may
affright
poore
foules
Into
their
bodies
palenesse
,
but
the
substance
Too
resolute
:
man
's
a
shadow
,
and
cold
sweat
Dare
not
approach
his
forehead
,
I
am
arm'd
To
die
,
and
give
example
of
that
fortitude
Shall
shame
the
Lawes
severitie
:
my
sister
May
now
give
backe
Pisano
his
false
vowes
,
To
line
his
coffin
,
one
teare
shed
on
mee
's
Enough
,
the
justice
I
ha
done
,
shall
make
My
memorie
belov'd
.
Lo.
I
ha
thought
a
way
.
To
recover
you
,
if
you
incline
too
't
,
Dare
you
consent
?
Sci.
To
any
thing
that
's
noble
,
Although
I
never
fear'd
to
suffer
;
I
Am
not
so
foolish
to
despise
a
life
.
Lo.
There
is
no
difficultie
attends
it
,
listen
,
The
time
will
not
permit
much
circumstance
:
The
Duke
you
know
did
love
your
sister
.
Sci.
Vitiously
.
Lo.
Her
Vertue
did
but
coole
him
for
the
present
,
As
sprinklings
on
a
flame
,
hee
's
now
more
passionate
To
enjoy
her
.
Sci.
Ha
?
Lo.
If
shee
consent
to
meete
His
soft
embrace
,
with
his
first
kisse
,
he
seales
Your
pardon
,
then
the
act
upon
Pisano
Appeares
a
true
revenge
,
when
none
dares
question
it
:
Beside
addition
of
state
and
fortune
,
To
you
and
Amidea
,
waigh
your
danger
,
And
what
a
trifle
shee
gives
up
,
to
save
Your
life
,
that
never
can
be
valued
,
Lesse
recompenc'd
;
the
Duke
may
be
so
taken
With
her
returne
to
his
delight
,
who
knowes
But
he
may
marrie
her
,
and
discharge
his
Dutchesse
With
a
quaint
sallet
,
you
doe
apprehend
mee
.
Sci.
And
repent
more
,
I
had
one
good
thought
of
thee
,
Then
I
had
kild
a
thousand
:
save
my
life
And
prostitute
my
sister
,
though
I
have
No
weapon
,
I
will
looke
thee
dead
,
or
breath
A
dampe
shall
stifle
thee
,
that
I
could
vomit
Consuming
flames
,
or
stones
like
Aetna
,
make
The
earth
with
motion
of
my
feet
shrinke
lower
,
And
take
thee
in
alive
,
oh
that
my
voice
Could
call
a
Serpent
from
corrupted
Nile
,
To
make
thee
part
of
her
accursed
bowels
,
Is
this
noble
freindship
?
readinesse
To
save
my
life
?
let
malice
reade
all
stories
Famous
for
crueltie
,
awake
dead
Tyrants
,
Or
be
instructed
by
their
ghosts
with
tortures
,
Such
as
will
make
a
damned
furie
weepe
Onely
to
see
inflicted
,
I
would
beare
'em
,
And
wearie
my
tormentors
,
ere
consent
In
thought
to
thy
temptation
.
Lo.
I
ha
done
,
And
praise
your
heathen
resolution
Of
death
,
goe
practice
immortalitie
,
And
tell
us
when
you
can
get
leave
to
visit
This
world
agen
,
what
fine
things
you
enjoy
In
hell
,
for
thither
these
rash
passions
drive
thee
,
And
ere
thy
body
hath
three
daies
inhabited
,
A
melancholly
chamber
in
the
earth
,
Hung
round
about
with
skuls
and
dead
mens
bones
,
Ere
Amidea
have
told
all
her
teares
Upon
thy
Marble
,
or
the
Epitaph
Belie
thy
soule
,
by
saying
it
is
fled
To
Heaven
:
this
Sister
shall
be
ravish'd
,
Mauger
thy
dust
and
Heraldry
.
Sci.
Ha
,
ravish'd
?
When
I
am
dead
,
was
't
not
so
?
oh
my
soule
,
I
feele
it
weepe
within
me
,
aud
the
teares
Soften
my
flesh
:
Lorenzo
,
I
repent
my
furie
.
Lo.
I
advis'd
you
the
best
way
my
wisedome
could
direct
.
Sci.
I
thanke
you
for
't
,
You
have
awak'd
my
reason
,
I
am
asham'd
I
was
no
sooner
sensible
:
does
the
Duke
Affect
my
Sister
still
say
you
?
Lo.
Most
passionately
.
Sci.
She
shall
obey
him
then
,
upon
my
life
:
That
's
it
,
my
life
;
I
know
she
loves
me
dearely
.
I
shall
have
much
adoe
to
winne
her
too
't
,
But
she
shall
come
,
I
le
send
her
.
Lo.
Performe
this
?
Sci.
I
wonot
onely
send
her
,
but
prepar'd
Not
to
be
disobedient
to
his
Highnesse
:
He
shall
command
her
any
thing
.
Lo.
Doe
this
,
And
be
for
ever
happie
,
when
these
have
Onely
for
forme
but
waited
on
you
home
:
This
disingages
'em
.
Sci.
My
humblest
service
To
the
Duke
I
pray
,
and
tell
him
,
Amidea
This
night
shall
be
at
his
dispose
,
by
this
.
Lo.
I
'me
confident
,
farewell
;
attend
Sciarrha
.
Sci.
Pittie
the
Sea-man
,
that
to
avoide
a
shelfe
,
Must
strike
upon
a
rocke
to
save
himselfe
.
Exeunt
.
ACTVS
QVINTVS
.
Enter
Sciarrha
and
Amidea
.
Sci.
THe
doores
are
fast
,
Enough
is
wept
alreadie
for
Pisano
:
There
's
something
else
that
must
be
thought
on
,
and
Of
greater
consequence
:
I
am
yet
unsafe
,
That
for
thy
sake
am
guiltie
of
his
blood
.
Am.
Though
all
my
stocke
of
teares
were
spent
alreadie
Upon
Pisanoes
losse
,
and
that
my
braine
Were
banquerout
of
moisture
,
and
deni'd
To
lend
my
griefe
one
drop
more
for
his
Funerall
;
Yet
the
remembrance
that
you
have
made
A
forfeit
of
your
deare
life
Is
able
to
create
a
weeping
spring
Within
my
barren
head
:
oh
my
lost
brother
,
Thou
hast
a
cruell
destinie
,
my
eies
In
pittie
of
thy
fate
desire
to
drowne
thee
.
The
Law
will
onely
seeke
thee
upon
land
,
Hid
in
my
teares
,
thou
shalt
prevent
the
stroake
Kills
both
our
name
and
thee
.
Sci.
I
know
thou
lov'st
me
Poore
Girle
.
I
shall
desire
to
cherrish
life
Jf
thou
lament
me
thus
:
so
rich
a
comfort
Will
tempt
me
,
wish
I
might
delay
my
journie
To
Heaven
.
Am.
Good
Heaven
that
we
might
goe
together
.
Sci.
That
must
not
be
.
Am.
Then
let
me
goe
before
.
Sci.
How
?
Am.
Make
my
suite
unto
the
Prince
,
my
blood
May
be
your
ransome
;
let
me
die
,
Sciarrha
My
life
is
fruitlesse
unto
all
the
world
,
The
Duke
in
justice
will
not
denie
this
:
And
though
I
weepe
in
telling
thee
,
I
shall
Smile
on
the
Scaffold
.
Sci.
How
my
Honour
blushes
To
heare
thee
Amidea
?
in
this
love
Thou
woundst
me
more
,
then
thou
desir'st
to
save
:
Suffer
for
me
?
why
thou
art
innocent
:
I
have
provok'd
the
punishment
,
and
dare
Obey
it
manly
;
if
thou
couldst
redeeme
me
With
any
thing
but
death
,
I
thinke
I
should
Consent
to
live
,
but
I
'de
not
have
thee
venture
All
at
one
chance
.
Am.
Nothing
can
be
too
precious
To
save
a
brother
,
such
a
loving
brother
As
you
have
beene
.
Sci.
Death
's
a
devouring
gamester
,
And
sweepes
up
all
:
what
thinkst
thou
of
an
eye
?
Couldst
thou
spare
one
,
and
thinke
the
blemish
recōpenc'd
,
To
see
me
safe
with
tother
;
or
a
hand
,
This
white
hand
,
that
hath
so
often
With
admiration
trembled
on
the
Lute
,
Till
we
have
prayd
thee
leave
the
strings
awhile
,
And
laid
our
eares
close
to
thy
Ivorie
fingers
,
Suspecting
all
the
Harmonie
proceeded
From
their
owne
motion
,
without
the
neede
Of
any
dull
or
passive
instrument
.
No
Amidea
,
shalt
not
beare
one
scarre
To
buy
my
life
:
the
sickle
shall
not
touch
A
flower
that
growes
so
faire
upon
his
stalke
:
Thy
tother
hand
will
misse
a
white
companion
,
And
wither
on
thy
arme
;
what
then
can
I
Expect
from
thee
to
save
me
?
I
would
live
And
owe
my
life
to
thee
,
so
't
were
not
bought
Too
deere
.
Am.
Doe
you
beleeve
I
should
not
finde
The
way
to
Heaven
:
were
both
mine
eyes
thy
ransome
,
I
shall
clime
up
those
high
and
rugged
c●iffes
Without
a
hand
.
Sci.
One
way
there
is
,
if
thou
Doest
love
with
that
tendernesse
.
Am.
Pronounce
it
,
And
let
no
danger
that
attends
,
incline
you
To
make
a
pause
.
Sci.
The
Duke
thou
knowst
did
love
thee
.
Am.
Hi
?
Sci.
Nay
doe
not
start
alreadie
,
nor
mistake
me
;
I
doe
not
as
before
,
make
triall
of
thee
,
Whether
thou
canst
,
laying
aside
thy
honour
,
Meete
his
lascivious
armes
but
by
this
vertue
I
must
beseech
thee
to
for
goe
it
all
,
And
turne
a
sinfull
woman
.
Am.
Blesse
me
!
Sci.
I
know
the
kingdomes
of
the
world
containe
not
Riches
enough
to
tempt
thee
to
a
fall
That
will
so
much
undoe
thee
:
but
I
am
Thy
brother
,
dying
brother
;
if
thou
lov'st
Him
therefore
,
that
for
thee
hath
done
so
much
;
Died
his
pale
hands
in
blood
to
revenge
thee
,
And
in
that
murder
wounded
his
owne
soule
Almost
to
death
,
consent
to
loose
thy
innocence
:
I
know
it
makes
thee
grieve
,
but
I
shall
live
To
love
thee
better
for
it
:
wee
'le
repent
Together
for
our
sinnes
,
and
pray
and
weepe
Till
Heaven
hath
pardon'd
all
.
Am.
Oh
never
,
never
.
Sci.
Doe
but
repeat
thy
words
,
to
save
my
life
,
And
that
will
teach
compassion
:
my
life
,
Our
shame
,
the
staine
of
all
our
familie
,
Which
will
succeede
in
my
ignoble
death
,
Thou
washest
off
.
Am.
But
staine
my selfe
for
ever
.
Sci.
Where
?
in
thy
face
,
who
shall
behold
one
blemish
,
Or
one
not
more
in
thy
whole
frame
,
thy
beautie
Will
be
the
very
same
,
thy
speech
,
thy
person
Weare
no
deformitie
.
Am.
Oh
doe
not
speake
So
like
a
rebell
to
all
modestie
,
To
all
Religion
,
if
these
arguments
Spring
from
your
jealousie
that
I
am
falne
,
After
a
proofe
you
did
so
late
applaude
.
Sci.
I
had
not
killd
Pisano
then
:
I
am
now
More
spotted
then
the
Marble
,
then
my
head
Did
owe
no
forfeiture
to
Law
:
It
does
ake
now
,
then
I
but
tried
thy
vertue
.
Now
my
condition
calls
for
mercy
to
thee
,
Though
to
thy selfe
thou
appeare
cruell
for
't
:
Come
we
may
live
both
if
you
please
.
Am.
I
must
never
Buy
my
poore
breath
at
such
a
rate
,
who
has
Made
you
afraide
to
die
:
I
pittie
you
,
And
wish
my selfe
in
any
noble
cause
Your
Leader
,
when
our
soules
shall
leave
this
dwelling
,
The
glory
of
one
faire
,
and
vertuous
action
Is
above
all
the
scutcheons
on
our
tombe
,
Or
silken
banners
over
us
.
Sci.
So
valiant
,
J
will
not
interpose
another
sillable
To
entreate
your
pittie
say
your
prayers
,
and
then
Thar'
t
ripe
to
be
translated
from
the
earth
,
To
make
a
Cherubine
.
Am.
What
meanes
my
brother
?
Sci.
To
kil
you
.
Am.
Doe
not
fright
me
good
Sciarrha
.
Sci.
And
I
allow
three
minutes
for
your
devotion
.
Am.
Will
you
murder
mee
?
Sci.
D'
ee
tremble
?
Am.
Not
at
the
terror
of
your
sword
,
But
at
the
horror
will
affright
thy
soule
,
For
this
blacke
deed
:
J
see
Pisanos
blood
Is
texted
in
thy
forehead
,
and
thy
hands
Retaine
too
many
,
too
many
crimson
spots
already
Make
not
thy selfe
,
by
furthering
of
thy
sister
All
a
red
letter
,
Sci.
You
shall
be
the
martir
.
Am.
Yet
stay
,
is
there
no
remedie
but
death
,
And
from
your
hand
?
then
keepe
your
word
,
&
let
me
Use
one
short
prayer
.
Sci.
J
shall
relent
.
Am.
Forgive
me
heaven
,
and
,
witnesse
J
have
still
Kneels
.
My
Virgin
thoughts
,
t
is
not
to
save
my
life
,
But
his
eternall
one
.
Sciarrha
give
me
leave
to
vaile
my
face
,
Rises
.
J
dare
not
looke
uppon
you
and
pronounce
,
J
am
too
much
a
sister
,
live
,
hereafter
I
know
you
will
condemne
my
frailty
for
it
.
I
will
obey
the
Duke
.
Sci.
Darst
thou
consent
.
Wounds
her
.
Am.
Oh
let
me
see
the
wound
She
unvails
.
T
is
well
,
if
any
other
hand
had
done
it
:
Some
Angell
tell
my
brother
now
,
I
did
But
seeme
consenting
.
Sci.
Ha
but
seeme
?
Am.
You
may
beleeve
my
last
breath
.
Sci.
Why
didst
say
so
?
Am.
To
gaine
some
time
,
in
hope
you
might
call
in
Your
bloody
purpose
,
and
prevent
the
guilt
Of
being
my
murderer
;
but
Heaven
forgive
thee
.
Sci.
Agen
,
agen
,
forgive
me
Amidea
,
And
pray
for
me
,
live
but
a
little
longer
,
To
heare
me
speake
,
my
passion
hath
betraid
Thee
to
this
wound
,
for
which
I
know
not
whether
I
should
rejoyce
,
or
weepe
,
since
thou
art
vertuous
:
The
Duke
,
whose
soule
is
blacke
agen
,
expects
thee
To
be
his
whoore
:
good
Death
be
not
so
hastie
.
The
Agent
for
his
lust
,
Lorenzo
,
has
My
Oath
to
send
thee
to
his
bed
:
for
otherwise
In
my
deniall
,
hell
;
and
they
decree
When
I
am
dead
,
to
ravish
thee
:
marke
that
,
To
ravish
thee
:
and
I
confesse
in
teares
,
As
full
of
sorrow
,
as
thy
soule
of
innocence
,
In
my
religious
care
to
haue
thee
spotlesse
,
I
did
resolve
,
when
I
had
found
thee
ripe
,
And
nearest
Heaven
,
with
all
thy
best
desires
To
send
thee
to
thy
peace
:
thy
faind
consent
Hath
brought
thy
happinesse
more
earelie
to
thee
,
And
sav'd
some
guilt
,
forgive
me
altogether
.
Am.
With
the
same
heart
I
beg
Heaven
for
my selfe
,
Farewell
.
Sci.
Thou
shalt
not
die
yet
Amidea
Sister
.
Florio
knockes
.
I
cannot
come
:
But
one
word
more
:
oh
which
way
went
thy
soule
?
Or
is
it
gone
so
farre
it
cannot
heare
me
?
Florio
breakes
ope
the
doore
.
Flo.
Looke
,
here
's
our
Sister
!
so
,
so
,
chafe
her
:
She
may
returne
;
there
is
some
motion
.
Flo.
Sister
?
Sci.
Speake
aloud
Florio
,
if
her
spirit
be
not
Departed
,
I
will
seale
this
passage
up
:
I
feele
her
breath
agen
,
here
's
Florio
Would
faine
take
his
leave
;
so
,
so
,
she
comes
.
Flo.
Amidea
,
how
came
this
wound
?
Am.
I
drew
the
weapon
to
it
:
Heaven
knowes
my
brother
lov'd
me
:
now
I
hope
The
Duke
wo'not
persue
me
with
new
flames
.
Sciarrha
,
tell
the
rest
,
love
one
another
The
time
you
live
together
:
I
le
pray
for
you
In
Heaven
,
farewell
,
kisse
me
when
I
am
dead
;
You
else
will
stay
my
journie
.
She
dyes
.
Sci.
Didst
not
heare
An
Angell
call
her
?
Florio
,
I
have
much
To
tell
thee
,
take
her
up
;
stay
I
will
talke
A
little
more
with
her
,
she
is
not
dead
,
Let
her
alone
;
nay
then
shee
's
gone
indeede
.
But
hereabouts
her
soule
must
hover
still
:
Le
ts
speake
to
that
,
faire
Spirit
.
Flo.
You
talke
idly
.
Sci.
Doe
you
talke
wisely
then
?
an
excellent
patterne
As
she
now
stands
for
her
owne
Alablaster
:
Or
may
she
not
be
kept
from
putrifaction
,
And
be
the
very
figure
on
her
Tombe
:
Cannot
thy
teares
and
mine
preserve
her
Florio
?
If
we
want
brine
,
a
thousand
Virgins
shall
Weepe
every
day
upon
her
,
and
themselves
In
Winter
,
leaning
round
about
her
Monument
,
Being
moist
creatures
,
stiffen
with
the
cold
,
And
freeze
into
so
many
white
supporters
.
But
we
loose
time
,
I
charge
thee
by
thy
lo
To
this
pale
Relique
,
be
instructed
by
me
,
Not
to
thy
danger
;
some
revenge
must
be
,
And
I
am
lost
alreadie
;
if
thou
fall
,
Who
shall
survive
to
give
us
Funerall
?
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lorenzo
and
Petruchio
.
Lo.
Petruchio
?
Pe.
My
Lord
.
Lo.
Th'
art
now
my
servant
.
Pe.
I
ever
was
in
heart
your
humblest
vassall
.
Lo.
Th'
art
faithfull
,
I
must
cherish
thy
desert
,
I
shortly
shall
reward
it
,
very
shortly
;
Next
morning
must
salute
me
Duke
;
the
Sunne
And
I
must
rise
together
.
Pe.
I
shall
pray
Your
glory
may
out-shine
him
in
your
Florence
,
And
when
he
sets
,
we
may
enjoy
your
Sun-beame
.
Lo.
T
is
hansome
flattery
,
and
becomes
a
Courtier
.
Pe.
J
flatter
not
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Then
th'
art
a
foole
:
No
Musicke
to
a
Great
man
chimes
so
sweetly
:
And
men
must
thrive
,
come
hither
,
how
many
Hast
thou
killd
?
Pe.
But
one
my
Lord
.
Lo.
But
one
?
Pe.
And
J
must
owe
My
life
to
your
Lordship
,
I
had
beene
hang'd
else
.
Lo.
But
one
?
waite
at
the
doore
,
he
is
Not
fit
to
kill
a
Duke
,
whose
hand
is
guiltie
But
of
a
single
murder
;
or
at
least
Not
fit
alone
to
act
it
:
J
ha
beene
Practis'd
already
,
and
though
no
man
see
't
,
Nor
scarse
the
eye
of
Heaven
,
yet
every
day
I
kill
a
Prince
,
appeare
thou
Tragicke
witnesse
.
Hee
discovers
the
Dukes
Picture
,
a
Ponyard
sticking
in
it
.
Which
though
it
bleed
not
,
I
may
boast
a
Murder
:
Here
first
the
Duke
was
painted
to
the
life
:
But
with
this
Pencill
to
the
death
:
I
love
My
braine
for
the
invention
,
and
thus
Confirm'd
,
dare
trust
my
resolution
.
I
did
suspect
his
youth
,
and
beautie
might
Winne
some
compassion
when
J
came
to
kill
him
:
Or
the
remembrance
that
he
is
my
Kinsman
,
Might
thrill
my
blood
:
or
something
in
his
Title
,
Might
give
my
hand
repulse
,
and
startle
Nature
:
But
thus
J
have
arm'd
my selfe
against
all
pittie
,
That
when
J
come
to
strike
,
my
Ponyard
may
Through
all
his
charmes
as
confidently
wound
him
,
As
thus
J
stab
his
Picture
,
and
stare
on
it
.
Me thinkes
the
Duke
should
feele
me
now
:
is
not
His
soule
acquainted
;
can
he
lesse
then
tremble
When
J
lift
up
my
arme
to
wound
his
counterfeit
?
Witches
can
persecute
the
lives
of
whom
They
hate
,
when
they
torment
their
sencelesse
figures
,
And
sticke
the
waxen
modell
full
of
pinnes
.
Can
any
stroke
of
mine
carrie
lesse
spell
To
wound
his
heart
,
sent
with
as
great
a
malice
?
He
smiles
,
he
smiles
upon
me
:
J
will
digge
Thy
wanton
eyes
out
,
and
supply
the
darke
And
hollow
Cells
with
two
pitch
burning
Tapers
:
Then
place
thee
Porter
in
some
Charnell
house
To
light
the
Coffins
in
.
Enter
Petruchio
.
Pet.
My
Lord
.
Lor.
The
Duke
's
not
come
alreadie
.
Pet.
Signior
Florio
desires
to
speake
with
you
.
Lor.
This
must
retire
agen
into
my
Closet
:
admit
him
.
Enter
Florio
.
Welcome
,
how
does
Sciarrha
?
Flo.
He
commends
His
service
to
your
Lordship
,
and
hath
sent
—
Lor.
His
Sister
?
Flo.
Much
adoe
he
had
to
effect
it
:
He
hopes
his
Grace
will
quickly
signe
his
pardon
.
Lor.
It
shall
be
done
.
Flo.
I
have
a
suite
my
Lord
.
Lor.
To
me
?
Flo.
My
Sister
would
intreate
your
Honour
She
may
be
admitted
privately
,
and
that
I
may
have
priviledge
to
prepare
her
chamber
:
She
does
retaine
some
modestie
,
and
wo'd
not
!
Trust
every
servant
with
her
shame
:
their
eies
Are
apt
to
instruct
their
tongues
.
Lor.
I
wonot
see
her
my selfe
,
command
what
you
desire
.
Flo.
Y'
are
gracious
.
Lor.
I
le
give
directions
instantly
:
poore
Ladie
,
This
is
the
Dukes
hot
blood
,
but
Heaven
convert
him
,
Follow
me
good
Florio
.
Flo.
I
attend
my
Lord
.
Lor.
Things
shall
be
carried
honourably
.
Flo.
We
are
all
bound
to
you
.
Exeunt
.
Recorders
.
Amidea
discoverd
in
a
Bed
,
prepar'd
by
two
Gentlewomen
.
1
This
is
a
sad
imploiment
.
2
The
last
wee
're
shall
doe
my
Ladie
.
Enter
Florio
.
Flo.
So
,
now
you
may
returne
,
it
will
become
Your
modest
duties
,
not
to
enquire
the
reason
Of
this
strange
service
,
nor
to
publish
what
Y
'ave
bin
commanded
;
let
mee
looke
upon
Ex.
gentlewomen
.
My
sister
now
,
still
she
retaines
her
beautie
,
Death
has
beene
kinde
to
leave
her
all
this
sweetnesse
.
Thus
in
a
morning
have
I
oft
saluted
My
sister
in
her
chamber
,
sate
upon
Her
bed
,
and
talkt
of
many
harmelesse
passages
,
But
now
t
is
night
,
and
a
long
night
with
her
,
I
neere
shall
see
these
Curtaines
drawne
agen
Untill
wee
meet
in
heaven
.
The
Duke
already
.
Enter
Duke
and
Lorenzo
.
Du.
May
I
beleeve
?
Lo.
Trust
me
my
Lord
hereafter
.
Du.
Call
mee
no
more
thy
Lord
,
but
thy
companion
I
will
not
weare
that
honor
in
my
title
,
Shall
not
be
thine
.
Whoe
's
that
?
Lo.
Her
brother
Florio
.
Du.
She
is
a bed
.
Lor.
The
readier
for
your
pastime
.
She
meanes
no
make
a
night
on
't
.
Flo.
This
shall
declare
thee
to
posteritie
The
best
of
Sisters
—
what
of
that
?
and
is
not
A
brothers
life
more
precious
then
a
trifle
?
I
prithee
doe
not
sigh
:
how
many
Ladies
Would
be
ambitious
of
thy
place
to night
?
And
thanke
his
Highnesse
?
yes
,
and
Virgins
too
.
Du.
He
pleades
for
me
.
Lo.
He
will
deserve
some
office
'bout
your
person
.
Du.
With
what
words
shall
I
expresse
my
joy
?
Lo.
I
leave
you
sir
to
action
,
Florio
Is
soone
dismist
.
Exit
.
Flo.
Hee
's
come
:
good-night
—
Du.
Florio
?
Flo.
Your
Slave
.
Du.
My
friend
!
thou
shalt
be
neere
our
bosome
.
Flo.
Pleasures
crowne
your
expectation
.
Exit
.
Du.
All
perfect
,
till
this
minute
,
I
could
never
Boast
I
was
happie
:
all
this
world
has
not
A
blessing
to
exchange
,
this
world
?
t
is
Heaven
;
And
thus
I
take
possession
of
my
Saint
:
Asleepe
already
?
't
were
great
pitty
to
Disturbe
her
dreame
,
yet
if
her
soule
be
not
Tir'd
with
the
bodies
weight
,
it
must
convey
Into
her
slumbers
I
waite
here
,
and
thus
Seale
my
devotion
—
what
winter
dwels
Kisses
.
Upon
this
lip
?
t
wa's
no
warme
kisse
,
I
le
try
Agen
—
the
snow
is
not
so
cold
,
I
have
Drunke
ice
,
and
feele
a
numbnesse
spred
through
My
blood
at
once
—
ha
?
let
me
examine
A
little
better
;
Amidea
,
she
is
dead
,
shee
is
dead
!
What
horror
doth
inuade
me
?
helpe
Lorenzo
;
Murder
,
where
is
Lorenzo
?
Enter
Lorenzo
and
Petruchio
.
Lo.
Heere
my
Lord
.
Du.
Some
Traitor
hid
within
the
chamber
,
see
My
Amidea
's
dead
.
Lo.
Dead
?
t
is
impossible
,
Yet
,
sh
'as
a
wound
upon
her
breast
.
Du.
I
prethee
kill
mee
:
They
wound
him
.
Ha
wilt
thou
murder
mee
,
Lorenzo
,
villaine
?
Oh
spare
me
to
consider
,
I
would
live
A
little
longer
:
Treason
.
Lo.
A
little
longer
say'ee
?ee
It
was
my
duty
to
obey
you
sir
.
Pet.
Le
ts
make
him
sure
my
Lord
.
Lo.
What
would
you
say
?
no
cares
but
ours
Can
reach
his
voice
,
but
be
not
tedious
.
Du.
Oh
spare
mee
,
I
may
live
and
pardon
thee
:
Thy
Prince
begs
mercy
from
thee
,
that
did
never
Deny
thee
any
thing
;
pittie
my
poore
soule
,
I
have
not
prayed
.
Lo.
I
could
have
wish'd
you
better
Prepard
,
but
let
your
soule
e'en
take
his
chance
.
Wounds
him
agen
.
Du.
No
teare
prevaile
?
oh
whither
must
wander
Thus
Caesar
fell
by
Brutus
.
I
shall
tell
Newes
to
the
world
I
goe
to
,
will
not
bee
Beleevd
,
Lorenzo
kild
me
.
Lo.
Will
it
not
?
I
le
presently
put
in
security
.
Du.
I
am
comming
Amidea
,
I
am
comming
For
thee
inhumane
murderer
,
expect
My
blood
shall
flie
to
heaven
,
and
there
inflam'd
,
Hang
a
prodigious
meteor
all
thy
life
.
And
when
by
some
as
bloody
hand
as
thine
Thy
soule
is
ebbing
forth
,
it
shall
descend
In
flaming
drops
upon
thee
:
oh
I
faint
!
Thou
flattering
world
farewell
:
let
Princes
gather
My
dust
into
a
glasse
,
and
learne
to
spend
Their
hower
of
state
,
that
's
all
they
have
;
for
when
That
's
out
,
times
never
turnes
the
glasse
agen
.
Dies
.
Lo.
So
lay
him
beside
his
mistresse
,
hide
their
faces
,
The
Duke
dismist
the
traine
came
with
him
.
Pe.
He
did
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Run
to
Sciarrha
,
pray
him
come
,
and
speake
wo'mee
,
Secure
his
passage
to
this
Chamber
,
haste
,
Exit
Pet.
Hee
's
dead
;
I
le
trust
him
now
,
and
his
ghost
too
;
Fools
start
at
shadowes
,
I
'me
in
love
with
night
And
her
complexion
.
Enter
Petr.
Pe.
My
Lord
,
hee
's
come
without
your
summons
.
Lo.
Already
?
leave
us
.
Enter
Sciarrha
,
and
Florio
.
Welcome
,
let
embraces
Chaine
us
together
,
noble
Florio
welcome
:
But
I
must
honor
thy
great
soule
.
Sci.
Where
's
the
Duke
?
Lo.
They
are
a bed
together
.
Sci.
Ha
?
Lo.
Hee
's
not
stirring
yet
:
Thou
kildst
thy
sister
,
didst
not
?
Sci.
I
preserv'd
her
.
Lo.
So
it
was
bravely
done
.
Sci.
But
where
's
the
wanton
Duke
?
Lo.
A sleepe
I
tell
you
.
Sci.
And
hee
shall
sleepe
eternally
.
Lor.
You
cannot
wake
him
,
looke
you
.
Sci.
Is
he
dead
?
Lo.
And
in
his
death
we
two
begin
our
life
Of
greatnesse
,
and
of
Empire
,
nay
hee
's
dead
.
Sci.
That
labour
's
sav'd
.
Lo.
Now
I
pronounce
Sciarrha
,
Thy
pardon
,
and
to
recompence
thy
losse
,
The
share
of
Florence
,
I
le
but
weare
the
title
,
The
power
wee
le
devide
.
Sci.
I
like
this
well
:
You
told
a
tale
once
of
a
common
wealth
And
libertie
.
Lo.
It
was
to
gaine
a
faction
With
discontented
persons
,
a
fine
tricke
To
make
a
buzze
of
reformation
.
My
ends
are
compas'd
:
hang
the
ribble
rabble
.
Sci.
Shall
wee
sweat
for
the
people
?
loose
our
breath
To
get
their
fame
?
Lo.
I
le
have
it
given
out
The
Duke
did
kill
thy
sister
.
Sci.
Excellent
.
Lo.
Having
first
ravish'd
her
,
he
cannot
bee
Too
hatefull
;
it
will
dull
the
examination
Of
his
owne
death
,
or
if
that
come
to
question
—
Sci.
What
if
I
say
,
I
kild
him
in
revenge
Of
Amidea
?
they
will
pittie
mee
.
Beside
,
't
wil
be
in
your
power
to
pardon
Mee
altogether
.
Lo.
Most
descreetely
thought
on
.
Sci.
The
Divell
wonot
leave
us
o'
the
suddaine
.
Lo.
Rare
wit
:
How
hastily
hee
climbs
the
the
precipice
,
From
whence
one
Fillup
topples
him
to
ruine
:
Wee
two
shall
live
like
brothers
.
Sci.
stay
wee
two
—
now
I
consider
better
,
I
have
no
minde
to
live
at
all
—
&
you
shanot
,
I
le
give
you
proofe
,
if
you
but
make
a
noise
,
You
gallop
to
the
Divell
.
Lo.
I
'me
betraid
.
Sci.
To
death
inevitable
,
brother
be
you
Spectator
onely
.
Lo.
This
is
somewhat
noble
.
Sci.
Thanke
mee
not
Lorenzo
,
I
le
not
engage
His
innocence
to
blood
,
thy
hands
are
white
,
Preserve
e'm
Florio
,
and
unlesse
my
arms
Grow
feeble
,
doe
not
interpose
thy
sword
I
charǵe
thee
.
Lo.
None
to
assist
mee
?
helpe
Petruchio
,
helpe
.
They
fight
,
Enter
Petruchio
,
who
offering
to
runne
at
Sciarrha
,
is
intercepted
by
Florio
,
Petruchio
,
runs
in
crying
helpe
,
Florio
makes
fast
the
doore
.
Lo.
Reach
thy
jawes
wider
villaine
,
cry
out
murder
,
Treason
,
any
thing
;
hold
—
oh
.
Lo.
fals
.
Sci
Will
you
not
fall
Colosus
?
Flo.
Are
not
you
hurt
?
Sci.
I
know
not
.
Ha
?
yes
he
has
prick'd
me
somewhere
But
I
le
make
sure
of
him
;
now
must
I
follow
:
I
le
fight
with
him
i'
th
tother
world
—
thy
hand
,
Florio
.
Farewell
.
Dies
.
Flo.
Hee
s
dead
too
:
t
is
in
vaine
for
me
to
fly
Within
Breake
open
the
dores
.
Flo.
You
shanot
neede
.
Enter
Petruchio
,
Cosmo
,
Allonso
,
Frederico
,
with
guard
.
Al.
Disarme
him
.
Cos.
Lorenzo
,
and
Sciarrha
slaine
?
Al.
Where
is
the
Duke
?
Pet.
Looke
heere
my
Lords
.
Al.
What
Traitor
?
Fre.
See
Amidea
murderd
too
.
Cos.
I
tremble
,
heere
is
a
heape
of
Tragedies
.
Al.
Wee
must
have
an
account
from
Florio
.
Flo.
He
can
informe
you
best
that
brought
you
hither
.
Al.
Lay
hands
upon
Petruchio
,
disarme
him
.
Cos.
What
blood
is
that
upon
his
sword
?
t
is
fresh
.
Pet.
I
'me
caught
.
Cos.
To
tortures
with
him
.
Pet.
Spare
your
furie
,
know
T
was
the
best
blood
in
Florence
,
I
must
quit
Young
Florio
;
Lorenzo
,
and
my selfe
,
Are
onely
guilty
of
the
princes
death
.
Al.
Inhumane
traitors
?
Co.
But
who
kild
Amidea
?
Flo.
The
Dukes
lust
:
There
was
no
other
way
to
save
her
honor
,
My
brother
has
revengd
it
heere
,
but
fate
,
Denyde
him
triumph
.
Al.
I
never
heard
Such
killing
stories
,
but
t
is
meet
,
wee
first
Settle
the
state
,
Cosmo
you
are
the
next
Of
blood
to
challenge
Florence
.
Cos.
Pray
deferre
That
till
the
morning
,
drag
that
murderer
To
prison
:
Florio
,
you
must
not
expect
Your
liberty
,
til
all
things
be
exam'nd
.
Lorenzo
,
now
I
am
above
thy
malice
,
And
will
make
satisfaction
to
Oriana
.
T
is
a
sad
night
my
Lords
,
by
these
you
see
There
is
no
stay
in
proud
mortality
.
Exeunt
.