THE Lady's trial. ACTED By both their Majesties Servants at the private house in DRURY LANE.  
FIDE HONOUR  
LONDON, Printed by E. G. for Henry Shephard, and are to be sold at his shop in Chancery-lane at the sign of the Bible, between Sergeants Inn and Fleetstreet, near the Kings-head Tavern. 1639.   

To my Deservingly-honoured, JOHN WYRLEY Esquire, and to the virtuous and right worthy Gentlewoman, Mrs MARY WYRLEY his wife, This service.  
THE inequality of retribution turns to a pity, when there is not ability sufficient for acknowledgement. Your equal respects may yet admit the readiness of Endeavour, though the very hazard in it, betray my Defect. I have enjoyed freely acquaintance, with the sweetness of your dispositions; and can justly account, from the Nobleness of them, an evident distinction betwixt Friendship and Friends. The latter (according to the practice of compliment) are usually met with; and often without Search: The other, many have searched for, I have found. For which, though I partake a benefit of the fortune; yet to you (most equal Pair) must remain the Honour of that Bounty. In presenting this Issue of some less serious hours to your tuition, I appeal from the severity of censure, to the mercy of your judgements: and shall rate It at a higher value, than when It was mine own, if you only allow It the favour of Adoption. Thus, as your happiness in the fruition of each other's love, proceeds to a constancy: so the truth of mine, shall appear less unshaken, as you shall please to continue in your good opinions.  
JOHN FORD.   

THE SCENE, Genoa.  

The Speakers.  
Auria A noble Genoese.  
Adurni A young Lord.  
Aurelio Friend to Auria.  
Malfato A discontented Lover.  
Trelcatio Citizen of Genoa.  
Martino Citizen of Genoa.  
Piero dependent on Adurni  
Futelli dependent on Adurni  
Guzman A Bragadotio Spaniard.  
Fulgoso An upstart Gallant.  
Benatzi Husband to Levidolche.   

Spinella Wife to Auria.  
Castanna Her sister.  
Amoretta A fantastic Maid.  
Levidolche A Wanton.    

prologue.  

LAnguage and matter, with a fit of mirth,  
That sharply savours more of air than earth,  
Like Midwives, bring a Play to timely birth.  
But where's now such a one? in which these three,  
Are handsomely contrived? or if they be,  
Are understood by all who hear to see.  
Wit, wit's the word in fashion, that alone  
Cries up the Poet, which though neatly shown,  
Is rather censured oftentimes than known.  
He who will venture on a jest, that can  
Rail on another's pain, or idly scan  
Affairs of state, oh he's the only man.  
A goodly approbation, which must bring  
Fame with contempt, by such a deadly sting,  
The Muses chatter, who were wont to sing.  
Your savours in what we present today,  
Our fearless Author boldly bids me say,  
He tenders you no satire, but a play.  
In which, if so he have not hit all right,  
For wit, words, mirth, and matter as he might,  
A' wishes yet a' had for your delight.   
Mr. Bird.   

THE Lady's trial.  
ACTVS PRIMVS.  Enter PIERO and FUTELLI at several doors. PIERO. 
ACcomplished man of fashion.  FVT. 
The times wonder.  
Gallant of gallants Genoa's Piero.  PIE. 
Italy's darling, Europe's joy, and so forth,  
The newest news, unvamped,  FVT. 
I am no foot-post,  
No pedlar of avisoes, no monopolist  
Of forged corantoes, monger of gazettes.  PIE. 
Monger of courtesans, fine Futelli,  
In certain kind a merchant of the staple  
For wares of use and trade, a taker up,  
Rather indeed a knocker down, the word  
Will carry either sense but in pure earnest,  
How trolls the common noise?  FVT. 
Auria who lately  
Wedded and bedded to the same Spinella,  
tired with the enjoyments of delights, is hasting to cuff the Turkish pirates, in the service of the great Duke of Florence.  PIE. 
Does not carry  
His pretty thing along.  FVT. 
Leaves her to buffet  
Land pirates here at home.  PIE. 
That's thou and I,  
Futelli (sirrah) and Piero— blockhead  
To run from such an arm full of pleasures  
For gaining, what? a bloody nose of honour,  
Most sottish and abominable.  FVT. 
wicked  
Shameful and cowardly I will maintain.  PIE. 
Is all my signior's hospitality  
Huge banquetings deep revels costly trappings  
Shrunk to a cabin, and a single welcome  
To beverage and biscuit,  FVT. 
Hold thy peace man.  
It makes for us— he comes, let's part demurely.  Enter Adurni, and Auria. AD. 
we wish thee (honoured Auria) life and safety,  
Return crowned with a victory, whose wreath,  
Of triumph may advance thy country's glory,  
Worthy your name and Ancestors.  AVR. 
My Lord,  
I shall not live to thrive in any action,  
Deserving memory when I forget  
Adurni's love and favour.  PIE. 
I present ye  
My service for a farewell.  FVT. 
Let few words  
Excuse all arts of compliment.  FVL. 
For my own part,  
Kill or be killed, for there's the short and long on't.  
Call me your shadow's henchboy.  AVR. 
Gentlemen,  
My business urging on a present haste,  
Enforceth short reply.  AD. 
we dare not hinder  
Your resolution winged with thoughts so constant.  
All happiness.  PIE. 
PHVT. Contents.  AVR. 
So leave the wintered people of the North,  
The minutes of their summer, when the Sun  
Departing leaves them in Cold robes of Ice, Enter Trelcatio, Spinella, & Castanna.  
As I leave Genoa,— now appears the object  
Of my apprenticed heart, thou bringst Spinella  
A welcome in a farewell, souls and bodies  
Are severed for a time, a span of time;  
To join again without all separation,  
In a confirmed unity for ever.  
Such will our next embraces be for life;  
And then to take the wrack of our divisions,  
Will sweeten the remembrance of past dangers,  
Will fallen love in perpetuity,  
Will force our sleeps to steal upon our stories.  
These days must come, and shall without a cloud  
Or sight of fear, or envy: to your charge,  
(Trelcatio our good uncle) and the comfort  
Of my Spinella's sister, fair Castanna,  
I do intrust this treasure.  TREL. 
I dare promise,  
My husbanding that trust with truth and care.  CAST. 
My sister shall to me stand an example,  
Of pouring free devotions for your safety.  AVRI. 
Gentle Castanna, thou art a branch of goodness,  
Grown on the self same stock with my Spinella.  
But why my dear, hast thou locked up thy speech in so much silent sadness, oh at parting!  
Belike one private whisper must be sighed,  
Uncle the best of peace enrich your family,  
I take my leave.  TREL. 
Blessings and health preserve ye.  Exit. AUR. 
Nay nay Castanna, you may hear our counsels.  
A while, you are designed your sister's husband,  
Give me thy hand Spinella, you did promise,  
To send me from you with more cheerful looks,  
Without a grudge or tear, deed love you did.  SPI. 
What friend have I left in your absence?  AUR. 
Many thy virtues are such friends, they cannot fail thee,  
Faith, purity of thoughts and such a meekness,  
As would force scandal to a blush.  SPI. 
Admit Sir,  
The patent of your life should be called in,  
How am I left then to account with griefs;  
More slaved to pity then a broken heart?  
Auria! soul of my comforts, I let fall  
No eye on breach of fortune, I contemn  
No entertainment to divided hopes;  
I urge no pressures by the scorn of change;  
And yet my Auria, when I but conceive  
How easy 'tis (without impossibility)  
Never to see thee more, forgive me then,  
If I conclude I may be miserable,  
Most miserable.  CON. 
And such conclusion sister  
Argues effects of a distrust more voluntary than cause by likely hood.  AUR. 
'tis truth Castanna.  SPI. 
I grant it truth, yet Auria I am a woman;  
And therefore apt to fear, to show my duty  
And not take heart from you, I'll walk from ye,  
At your command, and not as much as trouble  
Your thought with one poor looking back.  AUR. 
I thank thee,  
My worthy wife! before we kiss, receive  
This caution from thine Auria, first Castanna  
Let us bid farewell.  SPI. 
Speak (good) speak.  AUR. 
the steps  
Young Ladies tread left to their own discretion,  
however wisely printed are observed  
And construed as the lookers on presume,  
Point out thy ways then in such even pather,  
As thine own jealousies from others' tongues  
May not intrude a guilt, though undeserved.  
Admit of visits as of Physic forced  
Not to procure health, but for safe prevention  
Against a growing sickness in thy use  
Of time and of discourse be found so thirsty,  
As no remembrance may impeach thy rest,  
Appear not in a fashion that can prompt  
The gazer's eye, or holla to report;  
Some widowed neglect of hand, some value  
In recreations be both wise, and free,  
Live still at home, home to thyself howe'er  
Enriched with noble company, remember  
A woman's virtue in her life-time, writes  
The Epitaph all covet on their tombs,  
In short I know thou never wilt forget  
Whose wife thou art, nor how upon thy lips,  
Thy husband at his parting stalled this kiss.  
No more.  SPI. 
Dear heaven I go sister, go.  Exit. AURI. 
Done bravely, Enter Aurelio.  
And like the choice of glory to know mine,  
One of earth's best I have forgone,— see, see,  
Yet in another I am rich; a friend,  
A perfect one, Aurelio.  AUREL. 
Had I been,  
No stranger to your bosom Sir, ere now  
You might have sorted me in your resolves,  
Companion of your fortunes.  AUR. 
So the wrongs  
I should have ventured on against thy fate  
Must have denied all pardon, not to hold  
Dispute with reputations, why before  
This present instant I concealed the stealth  
Of my adventures from the Counsels, know  
My wants do drive me hence.  AUREL. 
Wants, so you said,  
And 'twas not friendly spoken,  AURI. 
Hear me further.  AUREL. 
Auria take heed, the covert of a folly  
Willing to range; be not without excuse  
Discovered in the coinage of untruths.  
I use no harder language, thou art near  
Already on a shipwreck in forsaking  
The holy land of friendship in forsaking  
To talk your wants. Fie.  AURI. 
By that sacred thing  
Last issued from the Temple where it dwelled,  
I mean our friendship, I am sunk so low  
In my estate, that bids me live in Genoa  
But six months longer, I survive the remnant  
Of all my store.  AUREL 
Umh.  AURI. 
In my Country, friend  
Where I have sided my superior friend  
Swayed opposition, friend, friend here to fall  
Subject to scorn, or rarely found compassion,  
Were more than man that hath a soul could bear,  
A soul not stooped to servitude.  AUREL. 
Your show,  
Nor certainty, nor weak assurance yet  
Of reparation in this course: in case  
Command be proffered.  AURI. 
He who cannot merit  
Preferment by employments, let him bare  
His throat unto the Turkish cruelty,  
Or die or live a slave without redemption.  AUREL. 
For that so, but you have a wife, a young,  
A fair wife; she, though free could never claim  
Right in prosperity, was never tempted  
By trial of extremes, to youth and beauty,  
Baits for dishonour, and a perished fame.  AURI. 
Show me the man that lives, and so my face  
Dares speak, scarce think, such tyranny against  
Spinella's constancy, except Aurelio  
He is my friend.  AUREL. 
There lives not then a friend  
Dares love you like Aurelio, that Aurelio,  
Who fair and early; often said and truly,  
Your marriage with Spinella would entangle  
As much th'opinion due to your discretion,  
As your estate, it hath done so to both.  AURI. 
I find it hath.  AUREL. 
He who prescribes no law,  
No limits of condition to the objects  
Of his affection; but will merely wed  
A face because 'tis round, or limbed by nature  
In purest red and white, or at the best,  
For that his mistress owes an excellence  
Of qualities, knows when and how to speak,  
Where to keep silence, with fit reasons why,  
Whose virtues are her only dowry, else  
In either kind, aught of himself to master  
Such fortunes as as add fuel to their loves  
For otherwise:— but herein I am idle,  
Have fooled to little purpose.  AURI. 
She's my wife.  AUREL. 
And being so, it is not manly done  
To leave her to the trial of her wits,  
Her modesty, her innocence, her vows.  
This is the way that points her out an art  
Of wanton life.  AURI. 
Sir, said ye?  AUREL. 
You form reasons,  
Just ones, for your abandoning the storms  
Which threaten your own ruin; but propose  
No shelter for her honour; what my tongue  
Hath uttered, Auria, is but honest doubt,  
And you are wise enough in the construction.  AURI. 
Necessity must arm my confidence,  
Which if I live to triumph over friend,  
And ere come back in plenty, I pronounce  
Aurelio heir of what I can bequeath.  
Some fit deduction for a worthy widow,  
Allowed with caution, she be like to prove so.  AUREL. 
Who? I your heir? your wife being yet so young,  
In every probability so forward  
To make you a father? leave such thoughts.  AURI. 
Believe it,  
Without replies Aurelio: keep this note,  
A warrant for receiving from Mariano  
Two hundred Ducats; as you find occasion  
Dispose them in my absence to Spinella.  
I would not trust her uncle, he good man,  
Is at an ebb himself, another hundred  
I left with her, a fourth I carry with me,  
Am I not poor, Aurelio, now? exchange  
Of more debates between us, would undo  
My resolution: Walk a little prithee,  
Friends we are, and will embrace: but let's not speak  
Another word.  AUREL. 
I'll follow you to your horse.  Exit. Enter Adurni and Futelli. A letter. ADUR. 
With her own hand.  FUT. 
She never used my Lord,  
A second means, but kissed the letter first,  
overlooked the superscription: then let fall  
Some amorous drops, kissed it again, talked to it  
twenty times over, set it to her mouth,  
Then gave it me, then snatched it back again,  
Then cried, oh my poor heart, and in an instant  
Commend my truth and secrecy, such medley  
Of passion yet, I never saw in woman.  AD. 
In woman? thouart deceived; but that we both  
Had mothers, I could say how women are,  
In their own natures, models of mere change:  
Of change of what is nought, to what is worse,  
She fed ye liberally.  FUT. 
Twenty ducats  
She forced on me, vowed by the precious love  
She bore the best of men, (I use my lord)  
Her very words the miracle of men,  
Malfato, (then she sighed) this mite of gold  
Was only entrance to a farther bounty,  
'tis meant (my lord) be like press money.  AD. 
Devil! how durst she tempt thee, Futelli, knowing  
Thy love to me?  FUT. 
There lies (my lord) her cunning,  
Rather her craft: first she began what pity  
It was, that men should differ in estates,  
Without proportion some so strangely rich,  
Others so miserable poor; and yet,  
Quoth she, since 'tis very deed unfit  
All should be equals; so I must confess  
It were good justice that the properest men  
Should be preferred to fortune, such as nature  
Had marked with fair abilities of which  
Genoa, for aught I know, hath wondrous few  
Not two to boast of.  AD. 
Here began her itch.  FUT. 
I answered, she was happy then, whose choice  
In you, my lord, was singular.  AD. 
Well urged.  FUT. 
She smiled, and said, it might be so, and yet  
There stopped: then I closed with her, and concluded  
The title of a lord was not enough,  
For absolute perfection, I had seen  
Persons of meaner quality, much more  
Exact in fair endowments; but your Lordship  
Will pardon me, I hope.  AD. 
And love thee for it.  FUT. 
Phew: let that pass (quoth she) and now we prattle  
Of handsome gentlemen, in my opinion,  
Malfato is a very pretty fellow,  
Is he not, pray Sir, I had then the truth  
Of what I roved around with more than praise,  
Approved her judgement in so high a strain,  
Without comparison (my honoured Lord)  
That soon we both concluded of the man,  
The match and business.  AD. 
For delivering  
A letter to Malfato.  FUT. 
Whereto I  
No sooner had consented, with protests,  
(I did protest my Lord) of secrecy,  
And service, but she kissed me (as I live)  
Of her own free accord— (I trust your lordship  
Conceives not me amiss) pray rip the seal  
(My lord) you'll find sweet stuff, I dare believe,  AD. Adurni reads. 
Present to the most accomplished  
Of men, Malfato with this  
Love a service.  
Kind Superscription, prithee find him out,  
Deliver it with compliment, observe  
How ceremoniously he does receive it.  FUT. 
will not your lordship peruse the contents?  AD. 
enough I know too much be just, and cunning  
A wanton Mistress is a common sewer  
Much never project labours in my brain—  
Your friend here's now the Gemini of wit  
What odd conceit is next on foot, some cast Enter Piero.  
Of neat invention, ha sire.  PIE. 
Very fine,  
I do protest my lord.  FUT. 
Your lordship's ear shall share i'th' plot.  AD. 
As how?  PIE. 
You know my lord  
Young Amoretta, old Trelcatio's daughter  
An honest man, but poor.  FUT. 
And my good lord,  
He that is honest, must be poor, my lord,  
It is a common rule.  AD. 
Well Amoretta,  
Pray one at once my knowledge is not much,  
Of her instruct me.  PIE. 
Speak Futelli.  FUT. 
Spare me.  
Piero has the tongue more pregnant.  PIE. 
Fie play on your creature.  FUT. 
Shall be yours.  PIE. 
Nay good.  AD. 
Well keep your mirth, my dainty honeys agree  
Some two days hence, till when—  PIE. 
By any means,  
Partake the sport, my lord, this thing of youth.  FUT. 
Handsome enough, good face, quick eye, well bred.  PIE. 
Is yet possessed so strangely.  FUT. 
With an humour of thinking, she deserves—  PIE. 
A Duke, a Count.  
At least a Viscount, for her husband that—  FUT. 
She scorns all mention of a match beneath  
One of the foresaid nobles; will not ride  
In a caroche without eight horses.  PIE. 
Six, she may be drawn to four—  FUT. 
Are for the power,  
But for two horses in a coach—  PIE. 
She says,  
theyare not for creatures of heavens making fitter—  FUT. 
Fitter for litters to convey hounds in,  
Then people christian yet herself—  PIE. 
Herself walks evermore afoot, and knows not whether  
A Coach doth trot or amble.  FUT. 
But by hearsay.  AD. 
Stop gentlemen, you run a gallop both:  
Are out of breath sure, 'tis a kind of compliment  
Scarce entered to the times, but certainly  
You coin a humour, let me understand  
Deliberately your fancy.  PIE. 
In plain troth,  
My Lord, the she whom we describe is such,  
And lives here, here in Genoa, this City,  
This very city, now, the very now.  AD. 
Trelcatio's daughter.  FUT. 
Has refused suitors  
Of worthy rank, substantial and free parts.  
Only for that they are not Dukes, or Counts,  
Yet she herself, with all her father's store,  
Can hardly weigh above four hundred Ducats.  AD. 
Now your design for sport.  PIE. 
Without prevention,  
Guzman the Spaniard late cashiered, most gravely  
Observes the full punctilioes of his nation,  
And him have we beleaguered to accost  
This she-piece, under a pretence of being  
Grandee of Spain, and cousin to twelve Princes.  FUT. 
For rival unto whom we have enraged  
Fulgoso, the rich coxcomb lately started  
A gentleman out of a Sutler's hut,  
In the late Flemish wars, we have resolved him  
He is descended from Pantagruel,  
Of famous memory by the father's side,  
And by the mother from Dame Fusti-Bunga,  
Who troubled long time with a strangury,  
Vented at last salt-water so abundantly,  
As drowned the land 'twixt Sirixia and Vere,  
Where steeples tops are only seen: he casts  
Beyond the Moon, and will be greater yet  
In spite of Don.  AD. 
You must abuse the maid  
Beyond amends.  FUT. 
But countenance the course  
My Lord, and it may chance beside the mirth,  
To work a reformation on the maiden,  
Her father's leave is granted, and thanks promised,  
Our ends are harmless trials.  AD. 
I betray me secrets of such use.  AMBO. 
Your Lordship's humblest.  Exit. Enter Aurelio and Malfato. AU. 
A Melancholy grounded, and resolved,  
Received into a habit, argues love,  
Or deep impression of strong discontents,  
In cases of these rarities a friend  
Upon whose faith, and confidence, we may  
Vent with security, our grief becomes  
Oft times the best Physician, for admit  
we find no remedy, we cannot miss  
Advise in stead of comfort, and believe  
It is an ease, Malfato, to disburden  
Our souls of secret clogs, where they may find  
A rest in pity, though not in redress.  MAL. 
Let all this sense be yielded to  AU. 
Perhaps you measure what I say, the common nature  
Of an officious curiosity  MAL. 
Not I Sir.  AU. 
Or that other private ends  
Sift your retirements—  MAL. 
Neither.  Enter Futelli. FUT. 
Under favour  
Signior Malfato, I am sent to crave  
Your leisure, for a word or two in private.  MAL. 
To me! your mind  FUT. 
This letter will inform ye.  MAL. 
Letter? how's this? what's here?  FUT. 
Speak ye to me sir?  MAL. 
Brave riddle: I''ll endeavour to unfold it.  AU. 
How fares the Lord Adurni?  FUT. 
Sure in health sir.  AUR. 
He is a noble Gentleman; withal  
Happy in his endeavours: the general voice  
Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,  
And every fair demeanour, an example:  
Titles of honour add not to his worth,  
Who is himself an honour to his titles.  MAL. 
You know from whence this comes.  FUT. 
I do.  MAL. 
D''ee laugh!  
But that I must consider such as Spaniels,  
To those who feed and cloth them, I would print  
Thy pandarism upon thy forehead: there  
Bear back that paper to the hell from whence  
It gave thee thy directions, tell this Lord,  
He ventured on a foolish policy,  
In aiming at the scandal of my blood,  
The trick is childish, base, say base.  FUT. 
You wrong him.  AU. 
Be wise Malfato.  MAL. 
Say, I know this whore.  
She who sent this temptation, was wife  
To his abused servant, and divorced  
From poor Benatzi, senseless of the wrongs  
That Madam Levidolche and Adurni  
Might revel in their sports without control,  
Secure, unchecked.  AUR. 
You range too wildly now,  
Are too much inconsiderate.  MAL. 
I am  
A gentleman free borne, I never wore  
The rags of any great man's looks, nor fed  
Upon their after-meals; I never crouched  
Unto the offal of an Office promised  
Reward for long attendance, and then missed.  
I read no difference between this huge,  
This monstrous big word Lord, and Gentleman,  
More than the Title sounds; for aught I learn,  
The latter is as noble as the first,  
I'm sure more ancient.  AU. 
Let me tell you then,  
You are too bitter, talk you know not what,  
Make all men equals, and confound all course  
Of order, and of Nature: this is madness.  MAL. 
'tis so; and I have reason to be mad:  
Reason Aurelio, by my truth and hopes.  
This wit Futelli brings a suit of love  
From Levidolche, one however masked  
In colourable privacy, is famed  
The Lord Adurny's pensioner, at least.  
Am I a husband picked out for a strumpet,  
For a cast suit of bawdry? Aurelio,  
You are as I am, you could ill digest  
The trial of a patience so unfit.  
Be gone Futelli, do not mince one syllable  
Of what you hear: another fetch like this  
May tempt a peace to rage: so say, be gone.  FUT. 
I shall report your answer. Exit.  MAL. 
What have I  
Deserved to be so used? in colder blood  
I do confess nobility requires  
Duty and love, it is a badge of virtue,  
By action first acquir'd, and next in rank  
Unto anointed royalty wherein  
Have I neglected distance, or forgot  
Observance to superiors? sure my name  
Was in the note mistook.  AU. 
We will consider the meaning of this mystery.  MAL 
Not so,  
Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear,  
The sweetest freedom is an honest heart. Exeunt.   

Actus Secundus.  Enter Futelli and Guzman. FUTELLI. 
dexterity and sufferance, brave Don,  
Are Engines the pure politic must work with.  GUZ. 
We understand.  FUT. 
In subtleties of war,  
(I talk t'ee now in your own occupation,  
Your trade, or what you please) unto a Soldier,  
Surprisal of an enemy by stratagem,  
Or downright cutting throats is all one thing.  GUZ. 
Most certain: on, proceed.  FUT. 
By way of parallel,  
You drill or exercise your company,  
(No matter which for terms) before you draw  
Into the field, so in the feats of Courtship.  
First choice is made of thoughts, behaviour, words,  
The set of looks, the posture of the beard,  
Besol as manus, cringes of the knee,  
The very hums and has, thumps, and ay me's.  GUZ 
We understand all these: advance.  FUT. 
Then next,  
Your enemy in face, your mistress (mark it)  
Now you consult either to skirmish slightly,  
That's careless amours, or to enter battle,  
Then fall to open treaty, or to work  
By secret spies or gold: here you corrupt  
The Chambermaid, a fatal engine, or  
Place there an Ambusesdo, that's contract  
With some of her near friends, for half her portion,  
Or offer truce, and in the interim,  
Run upon slaughter, 'tis a noble treachery,  
That's swear and lie, steal her away: and to her  
Cast caps, and cry Victoria, the field's  
Thine own (my Don) she's thine.  GUZ. 
We do vouchsafe her.  FUT. 
Hold her then fast.  GUZ. 
As fast as can the arms  
Of strong imagination hold her.  FUT. 
No, sh'as skipped your hold, my imaginations eyes  
Perceives she not endures the touch or scent  
Of your war-overworn habiliments,  
Which I forgot in my instructions  
To warn you of, therefore my warlike Don,  
Apparel speedily your imagination  
With a more courtly outside.  GUZ. 
'tis soon done.  FUT. 
As soon as said, in all the clothes thou hast,  
More than that walking wardrobe on thy back.  GUZ. 
Imagine first our rich Mockado doublet,  
With our cut cloth of gold sleeves, and our quellio,  
Our Diamond buttoned Callamancho hose,  
Our plume of Ostrich, with the embroidered scarf  
The Duchess Infantasgo rolled our arm in.  FUT. 
I this is brave indeed.  GUZ. 
Our Cloak whose cape is  
Larded with pearls, which the Indian lackeys  
Presented to our countryman De Cortez,  
For ransom of his life, rated in value  
At thirteen thousand pistolets, the guerdon  
Of our achievement, when we rescued  
The Infanta from the Boar in single duel,  
near to the Austrian forest with this rapier,  
This only, very, naked, single rapier.  FUT. 
Top and top-gallant brave,  GUZ. 
We will appear  
Before our Amoretta like the issue  
Of our progenitors.  FUT. 
Imagine so,  
And that this rich suit of imagination,  
Is on already now (which is most probable  
As that apparel) here stands your Amoretta,  
Make your approach and court her.  GUZ. 
Lustre of beauty,  
Not to affright your tender soul with horror,  
We may descend to tales of peace and love,  
Soft whispers fitting lady's closets, for  
Thunder of cannon, roaring smoke and fire,  
As if hell's maw had vomited confusion,  
The clash of steel, the neighs of barbed Steeds,  
Wounds spouting blood, towns capering in the air,  
Castles pushed down, and Cities ploughed with swords,  
Become great Guzman's Oratory best,  
Who though victorious, and during life  
Must be: yet now grants parley to thy smiles.  FUT. 
'Sfoot, Don, you talk too big, you make her tremble,  
Do you not see't imaginarily?  
I do as plainly as you saw the death  
Of the Austrian Boar, she rather hears  
Of feasting then of fighting, take her that way.  GUZ. 
Yes we will feast my queen, my empress saint,  
Shalt taste no delicates but what are dressed  
With costlier spices than the Arabian bird  
Sweetens her funeral bed with, we will riot  
With every change of meats; which may renew  
Our blood unto a spring, so pure, so high,  
That from our pleasures shall proceed a race  
Of scepter-bearing princes, who at once  
Must reign in every quarter of the globe.  FUT. 
Can more be said by one that feeds on herring  
And garlic constantly?  GUZ. 
Yes we will feast.  FUT. 
Enough, she's taken, and will love you now,  
As well in buff, as your imagined bravery,  
Your dainty ten times dressed buff, with this language  
(Bold man of arms) shall win upon her, doubt not  
Beyond all silken puppetry, think no more  
Of your mockadoes, calaminchaes, quellioes,  
Pearl larded capes and diamond buttoned breeches,  
Leave such poor outside helps to puling lovers,  
Such as Fulgoso your weak rival is,  
That starveling brained-companion appear you  
At first (at least) in your own warlike fashion:  
I pray be ruled, and change not a thread about you.  GUZ. 
The humour takes (for I sir, am a man  
Affects not shifts) I will adventure thus.  FUT. 
Why so you carry her from all the world,  
I'm proud my stars designed me out an instrument  
In such an high employment.  GUZ. 
gravely spoken,  
You may be proud on't—  Enter Fulgoso, and Piero. FUL. 
What is lost is lost,  
Money is trash, and Ladies are et caetera's,  
Play's play; luck's luck, fortunes an I know what,  
You see the worst of me, and what's all this now?  PIE. 
A very spark (I vow) you will be styled,  
Fulgoso the invincible, but did  
The fair Spinella lose an equal part  
How much in all d''ee say?  FUL. 
Bare threescore ducats,  
Thirty a piece, we need not care who know it  
She played, I went her half walked by and whistled  
After my usual manner thus— unmoved Whistles.  
As no such thing had ever been as it were,  
Although I saw the winners share my money  
His lordship, and an honest gentleman  
Pursed it, but not so merrily as I  
Whistled it off— whistles  PIE. 
A noble confidence.  FUT. 
D'ee note your rival.  GUZ. 
With contempt I do.  FUL. 
I can forgo things nearer than my gold,  
allied to my affections, and my blood;  
Yea honour, as it were, with the same kind.  
Of careless confidence, and come off fairly  
Too as it were.  PIE. 
But not your love, Fulgoso.  FUL. 
No, she's inherent, and mine own past losing.  PIE. 
It tickles me to think with how much state▪  
You, as it were, did run at tilt in love  
Before your Amoretta.  FUL. 
Broke my lance.  PIE. 
Of wit, of wit.  FUL. 
I mean so as it were  
And laid flat on her back, both horse and woman.  PIE. 
Right as it were.  FUL. 
What else man, as it were.  GUZ. 
Did you do this to her, dare you to vaunt Fulgoso whistles the spanish Pavin.  
Your triumph we being present? umh, ha, umh.  FUT. 
What think you Don, of this brave man?  GUZ. 
A ma?  
It is some truss of reeds, or empty cask,  
In which the wind with whistling spores itself  FUT. 
Beat up Sir, he's your rival, budge not from him  
An inch, your grounds are honour.  PIE. 
Stoutly ventured, Don, hold him to't.  FUL. 
protest a fine conceit,  
A very fine conceit, and thus I told her,  
That for mine own part, if she liked me, so,  
If not, not; for my duck or do said I,  
It is no fault of mine, that I am noble,  
Grant it; another may be noble too,  
And then we're both one noble better still  
hob-nob's good wink and choose, if one must have her,  
The other goes without her, best of all,  
My spirit is too high, to fight for woman,  
I am too full of mercy to be angry,  
A foolish generous quality, from which  
No might of man can beat I'm, i'm resolved.  GUZ. 
Hast thou a spirit then ha? speaks thy weapon  
Toledo language, Bilbo, or dull Pisa?  
If an Italian blade, or spanish mettle,  
Be brief, we challenge answer.  FUT. 
Famous Don.  FUL. 
What does he talk? my weapon speaks no language,  
'tis a dutch iron truncheon.  GUZ. 
Dutch?  FUL. 
And it need be,  
'twill maul one's hide, in spite of who says nay  GUZ. 
Dutch to a Spaniard, hold me.  FUL. 
Hold me too  
Sirrah if thouart my friend, for I love no fighting,  
Yet hold me least in pity I fly off,  
It I must fight, I must; in a scurvy quarrel  
I de fie he's and she's, twit me with dutch?  
Hang dutch and french, hang spanish and Italians,  
Christians and Turks pew-waw; all's one to me,  
I know what's what, I know on which side  
My bread is buttered.  GUZ. 
Buttered? dutch again?  
You come not with intention to affront us.  FUL. 
Front me no fronts, if thou be'st angry squabble  
here's my defence, and thy destruction— whistles a charge  
If friends shake hands, and go with me to dinner.  GUZ. 
We will embrace the motion, it doth relish,  
The cavaliero treats on terms of honour,  
Peace is not to be balked on fair conditions.  FUT. 
Still Don is Don the great.  PIE. 
He shows the greatness  
Of his vast stomach in the quick embracement  
Of th' other's dinner.  FUT. 
'twas the ready means to catch his friendship.  PIE. 
youare a pair of worthies,  
That make the nine no wonder.  FUT. 
Now since fate  
Ordains that one of two must be the man,  
The man of men which must enjoy alone  
Love's darling Amoretta, both take liberty  
To show himself before her, without cross  
Of interruption, one of tother: he  
Whose sacred mystery of earthly blessings  
Crowns the pursuit; be happy.  PIE. 
And till then, live brothers in society.  GUZ. 
We are fast.  FUL. 
I vow a match: I'll feast the Don today  
And fast with him tomorrow.  GUZ. 
Fair conditions.  Enter Adurni, Spinella, Amoretta, Castanna. AD. 
Futelli and Piero, follow speedily.  PIE. 
My Lord we wait ye.  FUT. 
We shall soon return.  Exeunt. FUL. 
What's that? I saw a sound.  GUZ. 
A voice for certain.  FUL. 
It named a Lord.  GUZ. 
Here are Lords too, we take it,  
We carry blood about us, rich and haughty,  
As any the twelve Caesars.  FuL. 
Gulls or moguls,  
Tag, rag, or other, Hoger-Mogen vanden  
Skip-Iacks, or Chouses. Who! the brace are flinched,  
The pair of shavers are sneaked from us, Don.  
Why? what are we?  GUZ. 
The valiant will stand to't.  FUL. 
So say I, we will eat and drink, and squander,  
Till all do split again.  GUZ. 
Match on with greediness.  Exeunt. Enter Martino and Levidolche. MAR. 
You cannot answer what a general tongue  
Objects against your folly, I may curse  
The interest you lay claim to in my blood,  
Your mother my decree niece did die, I thought  
Too soon, but she is happy, had she lived  
Till now, and known the vanities of your life  
Hath dealt in, she had wished herself a grave  
Before a timely hour.  LEV. 
Sir, consider,  
My sex, were I mankind, my sword should quit  
A wounded honour, and reprieve a name  
From injury, by printing on their bosoms  
Some deadly Character, whose drunken surfeits  
Vomit such base aspersions, as I am  
Scorn and contempt is virtue: my desert  
Stands far above their malice.  MAR.. 
Levidolche, hypocrisy puts on a holy robe,  
Yet never changeth nature: call to mind,  
How in your girl's days you fell forsooth  
In love, and married, married (hark ye) whom.  
A trencher-waiter, shrewd preferment: but  
Your childhood then excused that fault: for so  
Footmen have run away with lusty heirs,  
And stable-grooms reached to some fair ones chambers.  LE. 
Pray let not me be bandied sir, and baffled  
By your intelligence.  MAR. 
So touched to the quick,  
Fine mistress, I will then rip up at length  
The progress of your infancy, in colour  
Of disagreement you must be divorced,  
Were so, and I must countenance the reasons  
On better hopes I did, nay took you home,  
Provided you my care, nay justified  
Your alteration, joyed to entertain  
Such visitants of worth and rank, as tendered  
Civil respects; but then, even then—  LEV. 
What then?  
Sweet uncle do not spare me.  MAR. 
I more shame  
To fear my hospitality was bawd  
And (name it so) to your unchaste desires,  
Than you to hear and know it.  LEV. 
Whose whore am I?  
For that's your plainest meaning.  MAR. 
Were you modest,  
The word you uttered last would force a blush.  
Adurni is a bounteous Lord, 'tis said,  
He parts with gold and jewels like a free  
And liberal purchaser, a' wriggles in  
To ladies' pleasures by a right of pension;  
But you know none of this:  
You are grown a Tavern talk,  
Matter for fiddler's songs, I toil to build  
The credit of my family, and you  
To pluck up the foundation, even this morning  
Before the common Council, young Malfato  
Convented for some lands he held; supposed  
Belonged to certain Orphans, as I questioned  
His tenure in particulars, he answered,  
My worship needed not to flaw his right:  
For if the humour held him, he could make  
A jointure to my overliving Niece,  
Without oppression, bade me tell her too,  
She was a kind young soul, and might in time  
Be sued to by a loving man, no doubt.  
Here was a jolly breakfast.  LEV. 
Uncles are privileged  
More than our parents, some wise man in state  
Hath rectified, no doubt, your knowledge sir,  
Whiles all the policy for public business,  
Was spent— for want of matter, I by chance  
Fell into grave discourse; but by your leave,  
I from a stranger's table rather wish  
To earn my bread, than from a friend's by gift,  
Be daily subject to unfit reproofs.  MAR. 
Come, come, to the point.  LEV. 
All the curses  
Due to a ravisher of sober truth,  
damn up their graceless mouths.  MAR. 
Now you turn rampant,  
Just in the wenches trim and garb, these prayers  
Speak your devotions purely.  LEV. 
Sir, alas,  
What would you have me do? I have no Orators,  
More than my tears, to plead my innocence,  
Since you forsake me, and are pleased to lend  
An open ear against my honest fame.  
Would all their spite could harry my contents  
Unto a desperate ruin; Oh dear goodness,  
There is a right for wrongs.  MAR. 
There is, but first  
Sir in commission on your own defects,  
Accuse yourself: be your own jury, judge,  
And executioner, I make no sport  
Of my vexation.  LEV. 
All the short remains  
Of undesired life, shall only speak  
Th'extremity of penance: your opinion  
enjoins it too.  MAR. 
Enough; thy tears prevail  
Against credulity.  Enter Trelcatio. A letter. LEV. 
My miseries,  
As in a glass, present me the rent face  
Of an unguided youth.  MAR. 
No more— Trelcatic,  
Some business speeds you hither.  TREL. 
Happy news,  
Signior Martino, pray your care; my nephew  
Auria hath done brave service: and I hear  
(let's be exceeding private) is returned  
High in the Duke of Florence's respects,  
'tis said, but make no words that a' has firk  
And mumbled the roguy-turks.  MAR. 
Why would you know  
His merits so unknown?  TREL. 
I am not yet  
Confirmed at full, withdraw, and you shall read  
All what this paper talks.  MAR. 
So; Levidolche, you know our mind,  
Be cheerful, come Trelcatio,  
Causes of joy or grief, do seldom happen  
Without companions, ne'er thy resolutions  
Have given another birth to my contents.  Exit. LE. 
Even so, wise uncle, much good do ye— discovered!  
I could fly out, mix vengeance with my love,  
Unworthy man Malfato, my good Lord  
My hot in blood, rare Lord, grows could too, well  
Rise dotage into rage, and sleep no longer;  
Affection turned to hatred, threatens mischief.  Exit. Enter Piero, Amoretta, Futilli, and Castana. PIE. 
In the next gallery you may behold  
Such living pictures Lady, such rich pieces,  
Of Kings, and Queens, and Princes, that you'd think  
They breathe, and smile upon ye.  AMO. 
Ha, they crownthes,  
Great crownthes o'th' gold upon their headthes.  PIE. 
Pure gold,  
Drawn all in state.  AMO. 
How many horthes pray  
Are i'th' their Chariots?  PIE. 
sixteen, some twenty.  CAST. 
My sister wherefore left we her alone?  
Where stays she gentlemen?  FUT. 
Viewing the rooms,  
'tis like you'll meet her in the gallery.  
This house is full of curiosities,  
Most fit for ladies' sights.  AMO. 
Yeth, yeth, the thight  
Of printhethes ith a fine thight.  CAST. 
Good, let us find her.  PIE. 
Sweet Ladies this way; see the doors sure.  FUT. 
Doubt not.  Exit. 

SONG.  
Enter Adurni, and Spinella .PLeasures, Beauty, Youth attend ye.  
Whiles the spring of nature lasteth,  
Love and melting thoughts attend ye  
Use the time, ere winter hasteth.  
Active blood, and free delight,  
Place and privacy invite.  
Do do! be kind as fair,  
Lose not opportunity for air.  
She is cruel that denies it,  
Bounty best appears in granting,  
Stealth of sport as soon supplies it,  
Whiles the dues of love are wonting.  
Here's the sweet exchange of bliss,  
When each whisper proves a kiss.  
In the game are felt no pains,  
For in all the looser gains.   AD. 
Plead not fair creature without sense of pity  
So incompassionately 'gainst a service,  
In nothing faulty more than pure obedience,  
My honours and my fortunes are led captives  
In triumph by your all-commanding beauty,  
And if you ever felt the power of love,  
The rigor of an uncontrolled passion,  
The tyranny of thoughts consider mine,  
In some proportion, by the strength of yours,  
Thus may you yield and conquer.  SPI. 
Do not study  
(My Lord) to apparel folly in the steed  
Of costly colours, henceforth cast off far  
Far from your noblest nature, the contempt  
Of goodness, and be gentler to your fame,  
By purchase of a life to grace your story.  AD. 
dear, how sweetly  
Reproof droops from that balmy spring your breath,  
Now could I read a lecture of my griefs  
Unearth a mine of Jewels at your foot,  
Command a golden shower to rain down,  
Impoverish every Kingdom of the east,  
Which trafficks richest clothes, and silks; would you  
Vouchsafe one, unspleened chiding to my riot,  
Else such a sacrifice can but beget  
Suspicion of returns, to my devotion,  
In mercenary blessings, for that saint  
To whom I vow myself, must never want  
Fit offerings to her altar.  SPI. 
Auria, Auria,  
Fight not for name abroad, but come my husband,  
Fight for thy wife at home.  AD. 
Oh never cank  
(Dear cruelty) one that is sworn your creature,  
Amongst your country's enemies, I use.  
No force, but humble words, delivered from  
A tongue that's secretary to my heart.  SPI. 
How poorly some, tame to their wild desires,  
Fawn on abuse of virtue, pray my Lord,  
Make not your house my prison.  A noise within. AD. 
Grant a freedom,  
To him who is the bondman to your beauty.  Enter Aurelio, Castanna, Amoretta, Futilli, and Piero. AURE. 
Keep back ye close contrivers of false pleasures,  
Or I shall force ye back— can it be possible  
Locked up and singly too, chaste hospitality  
A banquet in a bedchamber; Adurni!  
Dishonourable man.  AD. 
What sees this rudeness,  
That can broach scandal here.  AURE. 
For you hereafter,  
Oh woman, lost to every brave report,  
Thy wronged Auria is come home with glory,  
Prepare a welcome to uncrown the greatness  
Of his prevailing fates,  SPI. 
Whiles you belike,  
Are furnished with some news for entertainment  
Which must become your friendship to be knit  
More fast betwixt your souls, by my removal,  
Both from his heart and memory.  AD. 
Rich conquest,  
To triumph on a lady's injured fame,  
Without a proof or warrant.  FUT. 
Have I life Sir,  
Faith, Christianity?  PII. 
Put me on the rack,  
The wheel, or the galleys, if—  AURE. 
Peace factors,  
In merchandise of scorn, your sounds are deadly,  
Castanna, I could pity your consent  
To such ignoble practice, but I find.  
Course fortunes easily seduced, and herein  
All claim to goodness ceases.  CAST. 
Use your tyranny.  SPI. 
What rests behind for me, out with it.  AURE. 
Horror,  
Becoming such a forfeit of obedience,  
Hope not that any falsity in friendship  
Can palliate a broken faith, it dares not  
Leave in thy prayers (fair vow-breaking want on)  
To dress thy soul new, whose purer whiteness  
Is sullied by thy change, from truth to folly.  
A fearful storm is hovering, it will fall,  
No shelter can avoid it, let the guilty  
Sink under their own ruin.  Exit. SPIN. 
How unmanly  
His anger threatens mischief!  AMO. 
Whom, I prithee,  
Doth the man speak to?  AD. 
Lady, be not moved,  
I will stand Champion for your honour, hazard  
All what is dearest to me.  SPIN. 
Mercy heaven!  
Champion for me, and Auria living? Auria?  
He lives, and for my guard my innocence  
As free as are my husband's clearest thoughts,  
Shall keep off vain constructions, I must beg  
Your charities; sweet sister, yours to leave me,  
I need no fellows now: let me appear,  
Or mine own lawyer, or in open court  
(Like some forsaken client) in my suit  
Be cast for want of honest plea— oh misery.  Exit. AD. 
Her resolution's violent, quickly follow,  CAST. 
By no means (sir) y'ave followed her already,  
I fear with too much ill success in trial,  
Of unbecoming courtesies; your welcome  
Ends in so sad a farewell.  AD. 
I will stand  
The roughness of th'encounter, like a gentleman,  
And wait ye to your homes, what are befal me.  exeunt.  

Actus tertius.  Enter Fulgoso and Guzman. FULGOSO. 
I Say, Don, brother mine, win her and wear her.  
And so will I; if't be my luck to lose her,  
I lose a pretty wench, and there's the worst on't.  GUZ. 
Wench said ye, most mechanically? faugh!  
Wench is your trull, your blower, your dowdy, but  
(Sir brother) he who names my Queen of love  
Without his bonnet veiled, or saying grace,  
As at Some paranymphal feast, is rude,  
Nor versed in literature, Dame Amoretta,  
Lo, I am sworn thy Champion.  FUL. 
So am I too.  
Can as occasion serves, if she turn scurvy,  
Unswear myself again, and ne'er change colours.  
Pish man, the best, though call 'em, ladies, madames,  
Fairs, fines, and honeys, are but flesh and blood,  
And now and then too, when the fits come on 'em,  
Will prove themselves but flirts, and tirlery puffkins.  GUZ. 
Our choler must advance.  FUL. 
Dost long for a beating?  
Shalls try a slash, here's that shall do't: I'll tap  
A gallon of thy brains, and fill thy hogshead  
With two of wine for't.  GUZ. 
Not in friendship brother,  FUl. 
Or whistle thee into an ague; hang't,  
Be sociable: drink till we roar and scratch;  
Then drink ourselves asleep again. The fashion!  
Thou dost not know the fashion.  GUZ. 
Her fair eyes,  
Like to a pair of pointed beams drawn from  
The sun's most glorious Orb, does dazzle sight,  
Audacious to gaze there; then over those  
A several bow of jet securely twines  
In semicircles under them two banks  
Of roses red and white, divided by  
An arch of polished Ivory, surveying  
A temple from whence Oracles proceed,  
More gracious than Apollo's, more desired  
Than amorous songs of Poets, softly tuned.  FUL. 
hay day, what's this?  GUZ. 
Oh, but those other parts, all—  FUL. 
All: Hold there, I bar play under board,  
My part yet lies therein; you never saw  
The things you wire-draw thus.  GUZ. 
I have dreamt  
Of every part about her, can lay open  
Her several inches, as exactly (mark it)  
As if I had took measure with a compass,  
A rule, or yard, from head to foot.  FUL. 
Oh rare,  
And all this in a dream.  Enter Benatzi as an outlaw. Levidolche above GUZ. 
A very dream.  FUL. 
My waking brother Soldier is turned  
Into a sleeping Carpenter or tailor,  
Which goes for half a man— what's he? bear up?  BEN. 
Death of reputation, the wheel, strappado, galleys,  
Rack, are ridiculous fopperies; goblins to  
Fright babies: poor lean-souled rogues, they  
Will swoon at the scar of a pin: one tear  
Dropped from their harlots eyes, breeds earthquakes  
In their bones.  FUL. 
Bless us, a monster patched of dagger bombast,  
His eyes like Copper-basons, a' has changed  
Hair with a shag dog.  GUZ. 
Let us then avoid him,  
Or stand upon our guard; the foe approaches.  BEN. 
Cutthroats by the score abroad, come home, and rot in fripperies, brave man at arms. Go turn pander do, stalk for a mess of warm broth: damnable, honourable cuts are but badges for a fool to vaunt, the raw ribbed Apothecary poisons cum privilegio, and is paid. Oh the commonwealth of beasts is most politicly ordered.  GUZ. 
Brother, we'll keep aloof, there is no valour  
In tugging with a man fiend  FUL. 
I defy him.  
It gabbles like I know not what, believe it,  
The fellows a shrewd fellow at a pink.  BEN. 
Look else; the Lion roars, and the spaniel fawns. Down Cur, the Badger bribes the Unicorn, That a jury may not pass upon his pillage: here the Bear fees the Wolf, for he will not howl gratis, beasts call pleading howling. So then, there the Horse complains of the Apes rank-riding: the Jockey makes mouths, but is fined for it: the Stag is not jeered by the Monkey for his horns: the Ass by the hare for his burden: The Ox by the Leopard for his yoke, nor the Goat by the Ram, for his beard, only the Fox wraps himself warm in Bever, bids the Cat mouse, the Elephant toil, the Boar gather acorns, whiles he grins, feeds fat, tells tales, laughs at all, and sleeps safe at the Lions feet.— Save ye people.  FUL. 
Why save thee too, if thou be'st of heavens making:  
What art?— Fear nothing Don, we have our blades,  
Are mettle men ourselves, try us who dare.  GUZ. 
Our brother speaks our mind, think what you please on't.  BEN. 
A match: observe well this switch; with this only switch have I pashed out the brains of thirteen Turks to the dozen for a breakfast.  FUL. 
What man? thirteen? is't possible thou lyest not?  BEN. 
I was once a Scholar, then I begged without pity: from thence I practised law, there a scruple of conscience popped me over the bar: a Soldier I turned a while, but could not procure the letter of preferment. Merchant I would be, and a glut of landrats gnawed me to the bones; would have bought an office, but the places with reversions were catch up: offered to pass into the Court, and wanted trust for clothes; was lastly, for my good parts pressed into the Galleys, took prisoner, redeemed amongst other slaves by your gay great man, they call him AURIA: and am now I know not who, where, or what. How d''ee like me? say.  FUL. 
A shaver of all trades; what course of life  
Dost mean to follow next? ha? speak thy mind.  GUZ. 
Nor be thou daunted fellow: we ourselves  
Have felt the frowns of fortune in our days.  BEN. 
I want extremely, exceedingly, hideously.  LE. 
Take that, enjoy it freely, wisely use it. Throws a purse  
Th'advantage of thy fate, and know the giver. Exit.  FUL. 
Hoyda, a purse in troth who dropped, stay, stay,  
umh; have we gipsies here? oh mine is safe  
Is't your purse, brother Don?  GUZ. 
Not mine, I seldom  
Wear such unfashionable trash about me.  FUL. 
Hast any money in it, honest blade?  
A bots on empty purses.  GUZ. 
we defy them.  BEN. 
Stand from about me, as you are mortal, you are dull clod-pated lumps of mire and garbage. This is the land of Fairies, Imperial Queen of Elves, I do crouch to thee, vow my services, my blood, my sinews to thee, sweet sovereign of largesse, and liberality— a French tailor neat; Persian Cook; dainty! Greek Wines; rich Flanders Mares; stately Spanish Salads, poignant, Venetian, wanton, ravishing, English Bawd unmatchable sirs I am fitted.  FUL. 
All these thy followers, miserable pigmies  
Prate sense and done't be mad, I like thy humour,  
'tis pretty odd, and so as one might say,  
I care not greatly if I entertain thee,  
Dost want a master? if thou dost I am for thee  
Else choose, and sneak up; pish I scorn to flinch man.  GUZ. 
Forsake not fair advancement, money certes  
Will fleet and drop off, like a cozening friend,  
Who holds it, holds a slippery Eel byth' tail,  
Unless he gripe it fast, be ruled by counsel.  BEN. 
Excellent, what place shall I be admitted to?  
Chamber, wardrobe, cellar, or stable.  FUT. 
Why one and all, thouart welcome, let's shake hands on't,  
Thy name?  BEN. 
Parado Sir  FUL. 
The great affairs  
I shall employ thee most in willbe news,  
And telling what's o'clock, for aught I know yet.  BEN. 
It is sir to speak punctually some hour and half  
Eight three thirds of two seconds of one minute over at most, Sir  FUL. 
I do not ask thee now, or if I did  
We are not much the wiser, and for news—  BEN. 
Auria, the fortunate is this day to be received with great  
solemnity at the city counsel house, the streets are already thronged  
with lookers on.  FUL. 
That's well remembered, brother Don let's trudge,  
Or we shall come too late.  GUZ. 
By no means, brother.  FUL. 
Wait close my ragged new-come.  BEN. 
As your shadows.  Exit. Enter Auria, Adurni, Martino, Trelcatio, Aurelio, Piero, and Futilli. AURI. 
Your favours with these honours, speak your bounties  
And though the low deserts of my success  
Appear in your constructions fair and goodly,  
Yet I attribute to a noble cause,  
Not my abilities, the thanks due to them,  
The Duke of Florence hath too highly prized  
My duty in my service, by example,  
Rather to cherish and encourage virtue,  
In spirits of action, than to crown the issue  
Of feeble undertakings. whiles my life  
Can stand in use I shall no longer rate it  
In value than it stirs to pay that debt,  
I owe my country for my birth and fortunes.  MART. 
Which to make good, our state of Genoa  
Not willing that a native of her own,  
So able for her safety, should take pension  
From any other Prince; hath cast upon you  
The government of Corsica.  TREL. 
Adds thereto  
Besides th'allowance yearly due, for ever  
To you and to your heirs, the full revenue  
Belonging to Savona; with the office  
Of Admiral of Genoa.  ADUR. 
Presenting  
By my hands, from their public treasury,  
A thousand Ducats.  MAR. 
But they limit only  
One moveth of stay, for your dispatch, no more.  FUT. 
In all your great attempts, may you grow thrifty,  
Secure, and prosperous.  PIE. 
If you please to rank,  
Amongst the humblest one that shall attend  
Instructions under your command, I am  
Ready to wait the charge.  AURI. 
Oh still the state  
Engageth me her creature with the burden  
Unequal for my weakness, to you gentlemen  
I will prove friendly honest, of all mindful.  AD. 
In memory (my Lord, such is your style now)  
Of your late fortunate exploits, the counsel  
Amongst their general acts, have registered  
The great Duke's letters, witness of your merit  
To stand in characters upon record.  AURI. 
Load upon load let not my want of modesty  
Trespass against good manners, I must study  
Retirement to compose this weighty business  
And moderately digest so large a plenty.  
For fear it swell unto a surfeit.  AD. 
May I  
be bold to press a visit?  AURI. 
At your pleasure,  
Good time of day, and peace,  
Oes: health to your Lordship.  AD. 
What of Spinella yet?  FUT. 
Quite lost no prints,  
Or any tongue of tracing her, however  
Matters are huddled up: I doubt my Lord  
Her husband carries little peace about him.  AD. 
fall danger what fall can, she is a goodness  
Above temptation, more to be adored  
Then sifted; I'm too blame sure.  FUT. 
Levidolche.  
For her part too, laughed at Malfato's frenzy  
(Just so she termed it) but for you (my Lord)  
She said she thanked your charity, which lent  
Her crooked soul, before it left her body,  
Some respite, wherein it might learn again  
The means of growing straight.  AD. 
She has found mercy,  
Which I will seek, and sue for.  FUT. 
You are happy.  Exit. Enter Auria, and Aurelio. AURI. 
Count of Savona, Genoa's Admiral,  
Lord governor of Corsica, enrolled  
A Worthy of my country, sought and sued to  
Praised, courted, flattered; sure this bulk of mine,  
Tails in the size a timpany of greatness  
puufs up too monstrously my narrow chest,  
How surely dost thou malice, these extremes,  
Uncomfortable man? when I was needy,  
Cast naked on the flats of barren pity,  
Abated to an ebb so low, that boys  
A Cockhorse frisked about me, without plunge  
You could chat gravely then, in formal tones,  
Reason most paradoxically; now  
Contempt and wilful grudge at my uprising  
becalms your learned noise.  AURE. 
Such flourish Auria,  
Flies with so swift a gale, as it will waste  
Thy sudden joys into a faithless harbour.  AURI. 
Canst mutter mischief, I observed your dulness  
Whiles the whole ging crowd to me hark my triumphs  
Are echoed under every roof, the air  
Is straightened with the sound, there is not room  
Enough to brace them in, but not a thought  
Doth pierce into the grief that cabins hear,  
Here through a creek a little inlet crawls,  
A flake no bigger than a sister's thread,  
Which sets the region of my heart a fire.  
I had a kingdom once, but am deposed  
From all that royalty of blessed content,  
by a confederacy 'twixt love and frailty.  AURE 
glories in public view, but add to misery,  
Which travails in unrest at home.  AURI. 
At home?  
That home Aurelio speaks of, I have lost,  
And which is worse, when I have rolled about,  
Toiled like a pilgrim, round this globe of earth,  
Wearied with care, and overworn with age,  
Lodged in the grave, I am not yet at home,  
There rots but half of me, the other part  
Sleeps, heaven knows where, would she and I my wife,  
I mean, but what alas talk I of wife,  
The woman, would we had together fed  
On any outcast parings, course and mouldy,  
Not lived divided thus, I could have begged  
For both, for't had been pity she should ever  
Have felt so much extremity.  AURE. 
This is not  
Patience required in wrongs of such vile nature,  
You pity her, think rather on revenge.  AURI. 
Revenge! for what? (uncharitable friend)  
On whom? let's speak a little pray with reason,  
You found Spinella in Adurny's house,  
'tis like a' gave her welcome very likely,  
Her sister and another with her, so  
Invited, nobly done; but he with her  
Privately chambered, he deserves no wife  
Of worthy quality, who dares not trust  
Her virtue in the proofs of any danger.  AURE. 
But I broke ope the doors upon 'em.  AURI. 
Marry, it was a slovenly presumption,  
And punishable by a sharp rebuke.  
I tell you sir, I in my younger growth,  
Have by the stealth of privacy enjoyed  
A Lady's closet, where to have profaned  
That shrine of chastity and innocence,  
With one unhallowed word, would have exiled  
The freedom of such favour into scorn.  
Had any he alive then ventured there,  
With foul construction, I had stamped the justice  
Of my unguilty truth upon his heart.  AURE. 
Adurni might have done the like, but that  
The conscience of his fault in coward blood,  
blushed at the quick surprisal.  AURI. 
O fie, fie.  
How ill some argue in their sour reproof,  
Against a party liable to law:  
For had that Lord offended with that creature,  
Her presence would have doubled every strength  
Of man in him, and justified the forfeit  
Of noble shame, else 'twas enough in both  
With a smile only to correct your rudeness.  AURE. 
'tis well you make such use of neighbour's courtesy,  
Some kind of beasts are tame, and hug their injuries:  
Such way leads to a fame too.  AURI. 
Not uncivilly, though violently, friend.  AURE. 
Wherefore then, think ye,  
Can she absent herself, if she be blameless?  
You grant of course, your triumphs are proclaimed,  
And I in person told her your return.  
Where lies she hid the while?  AURI. 
That rests for answer  
In you, now I come t'ee, we have exchanged  
bosoms, Aurelio, from our years of childhood,  
Let me acknowledge with what pride I own  
A man so faithful, honest, fast, my friend:  
He whom if I speak fully, never failed  
by teaching trust to me, to learn of mine,  
I wished myself thine equal; if I aimed  
A wrong, 'twas in an envy of thy goodness,  
So dearly witness with me my integrity,  
I laid thee up to heart, that from my love,  
My wife was but distinguished in her sex,  
Give back that holy signature of friendship,  
Cancelled, defaced, plucked off, or I shall urge,  
Accounts scored on the tally of my vengeance,  
Without all former compliments.  AURE. 
D''ee imagine  
I fawn upon your fortunes, or intrude  
Upon the hope of bettering my estate,  
That you cashier me at a minute's warning?  
No, Auria, I dare vie with your respects,  
Put both into the balance, and the poise  
Shall make a settled stand, perhaps the proffer,  
So frankly vowed at your departure first  
Of settling me a partner in your purchase,  
Leads you into opinion of some ends  
Of mercenary falsehood, yet such wrong  
Lest suits a noble soul.  AURI. 
By all my sorrows,  
The mention is too course.  AURE. 
Since then th'occasion  
Presents our discontinuance, use your liberty:  
For my part I am resolute to die  
The same my life professed me.  AURI. 
Pish, your faith  
Was never in suspicion; but consider,  
Neither the Lord nor Lady, nor the bawd,  
Which shuffled them together, opportunity  
Have fastened stain on my unquestioned name,  
My friends rash indiscretion was the bellows  
Which blew the coal now kindled to a flame,  
Will light his slander to all wandering eyes.  
Some men in giddy zeal o'erdo that office  
They catch at, of whose number is Aurelio:  
For I am certain, certain it had been  
Impossible, had you stood wisely silent,  
but my Spinella, trembling on her knee,  
Would have accused her breach of truth, have begged  
A speedy execution on her trespass,  
Then with a justice lawful as the magistrates,  
Might I have drawn my sword against Adurni,  
Which now is sheathed and rusted in the scabbard;  
Good thanks to your cheap providence, once more  
I make demand— my wife— you— sir.  AURE. 
Roar louder  
The noise affrights not me, threaten your enemies,  
And prove a valiant tongue man— now must follow,  
by way of method, the exact condition  
Of rage which runs to mutiny in friendship.  
Auria come on, this weapon looks not pale  
At fight of that again hear and believe it,  
What I have done, was well done and well meant;  
Twenty times over, were it new to do.  
I de do't and do't, and boast the pains religious;  
Yet since you shake me off, I slightly value  
Other severity.  AURI. 
Honour and duty  
Stand my compurgators, never did passion  
Purpose ungentle usage of my sword,  
Against Aurelio, let me rather want  
My hands, nay friend, a heart then ever suffer  
Such dotage enter here, if I must lose  
Spinella, let me not proceed to misery,  
by losing my Aurelio, we through madness,  
Frame strange conceits, in our discoursing brains,  
And prate of things as we pretend they were,  
Join help to mine (good man) and let us listen  
After this straying soul, and till we find her,  
bear our discomfort quietly.  AURE. 
So doubtless,  
She may be soon discovered.  AURI. 
That's spoke cheerfully.  
Why there's a friend now,— Auria and Aurelio  
At odds oh't cannot be, must not, and sha'not—  
Enter Castanna.  
But look Castanna's here,— welcome fair figure  
Of a choice Jewel, locked up in a cabinet,  
More precious than the public view should sully.  CAST. 
Sir how you are informed, or on what terms  
Of prejudice against my course, or custom,  
Opinion sways your confidence, I know not  
Much anger, if my fears persuade not falsely,  
Sits on this gentleman's stern brow, yet sir,  
If an unhappy Maid's word may find credit,  
As I wish harm to nobody on earth,  
So would all good folks may wish none to me.  AURI. 
None does sweet sister.  CAST. 
If they do, dear heaven  
Forgive them is my prayer, but perhaps,  
You might conceive (and yet methinks you should not)  
How I am faulty in my sister's absence,  
Indeed 'tis nothing so, nor was I knowing  
Of any private speech my Lord intended,  
Save civil entertainment, pray what hurt  
Can fall out in discourse, if it be modest?  
Sure noble men will show that they are such  
With those of their own rank, and that was all  
My sister can be charged with.  AURI. 
Is't not friend, an excellent maid?  AURE. 
Deserves the best of fortunes;  
I ever spoke her virtuous.  CAST. 
With your leave,  
You used most cruel language to my sister,  
Enough to fright her wits, not very kind  
To me myself, she sighed when you were gone,  
Desired no creature else should follow her;  
And in good truth, I was so full of weeping,  
I marked not well which way she went.  AURI. 
Stayed she not  
Within the house then?  CAST. 
Pass not she— Aurelio  
Was passing rough.  AURI. 
Strange! nowhere to be found out.  CAST. 
Not yet, but on my life, ere many hours,  
I shall hear from her.  AURI. 
Shalt thou? worthy maid,  
thouhast brought to my sick heart a cordial— friend  
Good news— most sweet Castanna.  AURE. 
May it prove so.  Exeunt. Enter Benatzi as before. BEN. 
The paper in the purse for my directions appointed this the place, the time now, here dance I attendance— she is come already.  Enter Levidolche. LE. 
Parado, so I over heard you named.  BEN. 
A mushroom sprung up in a minute, by the sunshine of your benevolent grace, liberality and hospitable compassion (most magnificent beauty) have long since lain bedrid in the ashes of the old world till now, your illustrious charity hath raked up the dead embers by giving life to a worm inevitably devoted yours as you shall please to new shape me.  LE. 
A grateful man (it seems) where gratitude  
Has harbour; other furniture becoming  
Accomplished qualities must needs inhabit,  
What country claims your birth?  BEN. 
None, I was borne at sea, as my mother was in passage from cape Ludugory to cape Clagliaty toward Afrique in Sardinia, was bred up in Aquilastro, and at years put myself in service under the Spanish Viceroy: till I was taken prisoner by the Turks. I have tasted in my day's handsome store of good and bad, and am thankful for both.  LE. 
You seem the issue then of honest parents.  BEN. 
Reputed no less: many children oftentimes inherit their lands who peradventure never begot them: my mother's husband was a very old man at my birth, but no man is too old to father his wife's child, your servant I am sure I will ever prove myself entirely.  LE. 
Dare you be secret?  BEN. 
Yes.  LE. 
And sudden.  BEN. 
Yes.  LEV. 
But withal, sure of hand, and spirit.  BEN. 
Yes, yes, yes.  LE. 
I use not many words, the time prevents 'em,  
A man of quality has robbed mine honour.  BEN. 
Name him.  LE. 
Adurni.  BEN. 
A' shall bleed.  LE. 
Malfato contemned my proffered love.  BEN. 
Yoke 'em in death— what's my reward?  LE. 
Propose it, and enjoy it.  BEN. 
You for my wife.  LE. 
Ha!  BEN. 
Nothing else, deny me.  
And I'll betray your counsels to your ruin;  
Else do the feat courageously— consider.  LE. 
I do dispatch the task I have enjoined,  
Then claim my promise.  BEN. 
No such matter, pretty one,  
we'll marry first— or— farewell.  LE. 
Stay, examine  
From my confession what a plague thou drawest  
Into thy bosom, though I blush to say it,  
Know I have without sense of shame, or honour,  
Forsook a lawful marriage bed, to dally  
Between Adurni's arms.  BEN. 
This Lords.  LE. 
The same; more not content with him I courted,  
A newer pleasure, but was there refused by him I named so late.  BEN. 
Malfato.  LE. 
Right, am henceforth resolutely bent to print  
My follies on their hearts, then change my life  
For some rare penance, canst thou love me now?  BEN. 
Better I do believe 'tis possible you may mend,  
All this breaks off no bargain.  LE. 
Accept my hand, with this a faith as constant  
As vows can urge, nor shall my haste prevent  
This contract, which death only must divorce.  BEN. 
Settle the time.  LE. 
Meet here tomorrow night,  
We will determine further, as behooves us.  BEN. 
How is my new love called?  LE. 
Levidolche, be confident, I bring a worthy portion;  
But you'll sly off.  BEN. 
Not I, by all that's noble,  
A kiss— farewell— dear fate.  Exit. LE. 
Love is sharp sighted  
And can pierce through the cunning of disguises,  
False pleasures I cashier ye, fair truth welcome.  Exit.  

Actus Quartus.  Enter Malfato, and Spinella. MALFATO. 
HEre you are safe, (sad x) if you please  
May oversay the circumstance of what  
You late discoursed, mine ears are gladly open,  
For I myself am in such hearty league  
With solitary thoughts, that pensive language  
Charms my attention.  SPI. 
But my husband's honours,  
By how much more in him they sparkle clearly  
by so much more they tempt belief to credit  
The wrack and ruin of my injured name.  MAL. 
Why x should the earth cleave to the roots,  
The seas and heavens be mingled in disorder,  
Your purity with unaffrighted eyes  
Might wait the uproar, 'tis the guilty trembles  
At horrors, not the innocent, you are cruel  
In censuring a liberty allowed.  
Speak freely, gentle cousin, was Adurni  
Importunately wanton?  SPI. 
In excess  
Of entertainment, else not.  MAL. 
Not the boldness  
Of an uncivil courtship.  SPI. 
What that meant,  
I never understood, I have at once  
Set bars between my best of earthly joys,  
And best of men, so excellent a man  
As lives without comparison, his love  
To me was matchless.  MAL. 
Yet put case, sweet cousin,  
That I could name a creature, whose affection  
Followed your Auria in the height: affection  
To you; even to Spinella, true and settled,  
As ever Auria's was, can, is, or will be.  
You may not chide the story.  SPI. 
Fortune's minions  
Are flattered, not the miserable.  MAL. 
Listen to a strange tale, which thus the author sighed,  
A kinsman of Spinella (so it runs)  
Her father's sisters son, some time before  
Auria the fortunate possessed her beauties,  
Became enamoured of such rare perfections,  
As she was stored with, fed his idle hopes  
With possibilities of lawful conquest,  
Proposed each difficulty in pursuit  
Of what his vain supposal styled his own,  
Found in the argument one only flaw  
Of conscience, by the nearness of their bloods,  
Unhappy scruple, easily dispensed with,  
Had any friends advice resolved the doubt.  
Still on a' loved, and loved, and wished, and wished,  
Eftsoon began to speak, yet soon broke off,  
And still the fondling durst not, cause o' durst not.  SPI. 
'twas wonderful,  MAL. 
Exceeding wonderful,  
Beyond all wonder, yet 'tis known for truth,  
After her marriage, when remained not aught  
Of expectation to such fruitless dotage.  
His reason then, now, then could not reduce  
The violence of passion, though avowed  
Never to unlock that secret, scarce to her  
Herself, Spinella, and withal resolved,  
Not to come near her presence, but to avoid  
All opportunities however proffered.  SPI. 
An understanding dulled by th'infelicity  
Of constant sorrow, is not apprehensive  
In pregnant novelty, my ears receive  
The words you utter, cousin, but my thoughts  
Are fastened on another subject.  MAL. 
Can you embrace, so like a darling, your own woes,  
And play the tyrant with a partner in them?  
Then I am thankful for advantage, urged  
By fatal and enjoined necessity,  
To stand up in defence of injured virtue,  
Will against any, I except no quality,  
Maintain all supposition misapplied,  
Unhonest, false, and villainous.  SPI. 
Dear cousin, as y'are a gentleman,  MAL. 
I'll bless that hand,  
Whose honourable pity seals the passport  
For my incessant turmoils, to their rest.  
If I prevail, (which heaven forbid) these ages  
Which shall inherit ours, may tell posterity  
Spinella and Malfato for a kinsman,  
By noble love made jealous of her fame.  SPI. 
No more, I dare not hear it.  MAL. 
All is said:  
Henceforth shall never syllable proceed, Enter Castanna.  
From my unpleasant voice, of amorous folly—  CAST. 
Your summons warned me hither, I am come  
Sister, my sister 'twas an unkind part,  
Not to take me along w'ee.  MAL. 
Chide her for it,  
Castanna, this house is as freely yours,  
As ever was your fathers.  CAST. 
we conceive so,  
Though your late strangeness hath bred marvel in us,  
But wherefore, sister, keeps your silence distance?  
Am I not welcome t'ee?  SPI. 
Lives Auria safe?  
Oh prithee do not hear me call him husband,  
before thou canst resolve what kind of wife  
His fury terms the run away, speak quickly,  
Yet do not stay Castanna, I am lost,  
His friend hath set before him a bad woman,  
And he, good man, believes it.  CAST. 
Now in truth—  SPI. 
Hold, my heart trembles, I perceive thy tongue  
Is great with ills and hastes to be delivered,  
I should not use Castanna so, first tell me,  
Shortly and truly tell me how he does.  CAST. 
In perfect health.  SPI. 
For that my thanks to heaven.  MAL. 
The world hath not another wife like this,  
x you will not hear your sister speak,  
So much your passion rules.  SPI. 
Even what she pleases: go on Castanna.  CAST. 
Your most noble husband  
Is deaf to all reports, and only grieves  
At his soul's love, Spinella's causeless absence.  MAL. 
Why look ye x now?  SPI. 
Indeed.  CAST. 
Will value no counsel, takes no pleasure in his greatness,  
Neither admits of likelihood at all,  
That you are living: if you were he's certain  
It were impossible you could conceal  
Your welcomes to him, being all one with him,  
But as for jealousy of your dishonour,  
He both laughs at and scorns it.  SPI. 
Does a'.  MAL. 
Therein he shows himself desertful of his happiness,  CAST. 
Methinks the news should cause some motion sister.  
You are not well.  MAL. 
Not well.  SPI. 
I am unworthy.  MAL. 
Of whom? what? why?  SPI. 
Go x, come Castanna.  Exeunt. Enter Trelcatio, Piero, and Futilli. TREL. 
The state in counsel is already set,  
My coming will be late; now therefore gentlemen,  
This house is free as your intents are sober,  
Your pains shall be accepted.  FUT. 
Mirth sometimes falls into earnest signior.  PIE. 
we for our parts aim at the best.  TREL. 
You wrong yourselves & me else, good success t'ee. Exit.  PIE. 
Futilli 'tis our wisest course to follow  
Our pastime with discretion, by which means  
we may ingratiate as our business hits,  
Our undertakings to great Auria's favour.  FUT. 
I grow quite weary of this lazy custom  
Attending on the fruitless hopes of service,  
For meat and rags, a wit, a shrewd preferment  
Study some scurrile jests, grow old and beg  
No let 'em be admitted that love foul linen.  
I'll run a new course.  PIE. 
Get the coin we spend,  
And knock 'em o'er the pate who jeers our earnings—  FUT. 
hushed man, one suitor comes.  Music. PIE. 
The tother follows.  Enter Amoretta. FUT. 
Be not so loud— here comes Madonna sweet lips.  
Mithtreth, inthooth for thooth, will lithpe it to uth.  AMO. 
Dentlemen than ye ith thith muthicke yourth, or can ye tell what great manths fiddleth, made it tith vedee petty noyth, but who thold th'end it.  PIE. 
does not yourself know Lady.  AMO. 
I do not uth  
To thpend lip labour upon quethtionths,  
That I my thelfe can anthwer.  FUT. 
No sweet madam,  
Your lips are destined to a better use,  
Or else the proverb fails of lisping maids.  AMO. 
Kithing you mean pey come behind with your mockths then,  
My lipthes will therve the one to kith the other—  
How now whath neckt?  

SONG.  
WHat hoe we come to be merry,  
Open the doors a Jovial crew,  
Lusty boys and free, and very,  
Very, very lusty boys are we,  
We can drink till all look blue,  
Dance sing and roar,  
Never give over.  
As long as we have ne'er an eye to see  
prithee, prithee, let's come in,  
One thall all our favours win,  
Dently, dently, we thall pass,  
None kitheth like the lithping lass.   PIE. 
What call ye this a song?  AMO. 
Yeth a delithious thing, and wondroth pretty;  FUT. 
A very country catch— doubtless some prince  
Belike hath sent it to congratulate  
Your night's repose.  AMO. 
Think ye tho thignior,  
It muth be then thome unknown obthcure printh  
That thuns the light.  PIE. 
Perhaps the prince of darkness.  AMO. 
Of darkeneth what ith he?  FUT. 
A courtier matchless  
a' wooswoes, and wins, more beauties to his love  
Then all the kings on earth.  Enter Fulgoso. AMO. 
Whea thandeth hith court pey—  FUT. 
This gentleman approaching I presume,  
Has more relation to his court than I,  
And comes in time t'inform ye.  AMO. 
Think ye tho time thure you know him,  PIE. 
Lady you'll perceive it.  FUL. 
She seems in my first entrance to admire me,  
Protest she eyes me round; Fulg. she's is thine own.  PIE. 
Noble Fulgoso.  FUL. 
Did you hear the music?  
'twas I that brought it, was't not tickling? ah ha  AMO. 
Pay what pinth thent it.  FUL. 
Prince, no Prince but we,  
We set the ditty and composed the song,  
There's not a note or foot in't, but our own,  
And the pure trodden mortar of this brain,  
We can do things and things.  AMO. 
Doo'd sing't yova thelfe then.  FUL. 
Nay, nay, I could never sing  
More than a gib cat, or a very howler,  
But you shall hear me whistle it.  AMO. 
Thith thingth thome jethter,  
Thure he belongeth unto the printh of darkneth.  PIE. 
Yes, and I'll tell you what his office is,  
His Prince delights himself exceedingly  
In birds of divers kinds, this gentleman  
Is keeper and instructor of his blackbirds, he took his skill first  
from his father's carter.  AMO. 
tithe wonderful to thee by what thrange means  
Thome men are raised to plathes.  FUL. 
I do hear you,  
And thank ye heartily for your good wills,  
In setting forth my parts, but what I live on,  
Is simple trade of money from my lands.  
Hang sharks, I am no shifter.  AMO. 
Ith pothible—  
Enter Guzman.  
Bleth uth whoth thith?  FUT. 
Oh it is the man of might.  GUZ. 
May my address to beauty lie no scandal  
Upon my martial honour, since even Mars  
Whom as in war, in love I imitate,  
Could not resist the shafts of Cupid, therefore  
As with the god of War, I deign to stoop.  
Lady vouchsafe loves goddess like to yield  
Your fairer hand unto these lips, the portal  
Of valiant breath, that hath o'erturned an army.  AMO. 
Fay'a weather, keep me, what a thorme ith thith?  FUT. 
Oh Don keep off at further distance yet  
A little farther, do you not observe  
How your strong breath hath terrified the Lady?  GUZ. 
I'll stop the breath of war and breath as gently  
As a perfumed pair of sucking bellows  
In some sweet lady's chamber, for I can  
Speak lion-like, or sheep like, when I please.  FUT. 
Stand by then, without noise a while brave Don  
And let her only view your parts, they'll take her.  GUZ. 
We publish them in silence.  PIE. 
Stand you there  
Fulgoso the magnificent.  FUL. 
Hear?  PIE. 
Just there,  
Let her survey you both; you'll be her choice  
ne'er doubt it, man.  FUT. 
I cannot doubt it, man.  PIE. 
But speak not till I bid you.  FUL. 
I may whistle.  PIE. 
A little to yourself, to spend the time.  AMO. 
Both foolth you they.  FUT. 
But hear them for your sport.  PIE. 
Don shall begin,— begin Don, she has surveyed  
Your outwards and your innards through the rents,  
And wounds of your apparel.  GUZ. 
She is politic,  
My outside Lady shrowds a prince obscured;  AMO. 
I thank ye for your muthicke printh.  GUZ. 
My words  
Are music to her.  AMO. 
The muthicke and the thong  
You thent me by thith whithling thing, your man?  GUZ. 
She took him for my man, love thou wert just.  FUL. 
I won't hold, his man, 'tis time to speak  
Before my time, oh scurvy, I his man?  
That has no means for meat or rags, and seam-rents.  GUZ. 
Have I with this one rapier.  PIE. 
He has no other.  GUZ. 
Past through a field of pikes, whose heads I lopped  
As easily as the bloody minded youth  
Lopped off the poppy heads.  FUL. 
The puppet heads.  GUZ. 
Have I— have I— have I?  FUL. 
Thou liest thou hast not,  
And I'll mayn't.  GUZ. 
Have I— but let that pass,  
For though my famous acts were damned to silence,  
Yet my descent shall crown me thy superior.  AMO. 
That I would lithen to.  GUZ. 
List and wonder,  
My great, great grandsire was an ancient Duke,  
Styled Dis? vir di Gonzado.  FUT. 
That's in Spanish  
An incorrigible rogue, without a fellow,  
An unmatched rogue, he thinks we understand not.  GUZ. 
So was my grandfather height Argozile.  FUL. 
An arrant, arrant thief leader, pray mock it.  GUZ. 
My grandsire by the mother's side a Condee,  
Condee Scrivano.  FUT. 
A crop-eared Scrivener.  GUZ. 
Whose son, my mother's father was a Marquis,  
Huio di puto.  PIE. 
That's the son of a whore.  
And my renowned sire Don Piccace.  FUT. 
In proper sense a rascal— O brave Don.  GUZ. 
Huio di una pravado—  PIE. 
a' goesgoes on,  
Son of a branded bitch— high spirited Don,  GUZ. 
Had honours both by sea and land, to wit.  FUT. 
The Galleys and Bridewell.  FUL. 
I'll not endure it,  
To hear a canting mongrel— Hear me lady,  GUZ. 
'tis no fair play.  FUL. 
I care not fair or foul,  
I from a King derive my pedigree,  
King Oberon by name, from whom my father  
The mighty and courageous Mounti-banco,  
Was lineally descended, and my mother  
(In right of whose blood I must ever honour  
The lower Germany) was a harlequin.  FUT. 
He blow up  
The Spaniard presently by his mother side.  FUL. 
Her father was Grave Hansvan Herne, the son  
Of Hogen Mogen, dat de droates did sneighen  
Of veirteen hundred Spaniards in one neict.  GUZ. 
Oh Diabolo.  FUL. 
Ten thousand Devils, nor Diabolos  
Shall fright me from my pedigree, my uncle  
Yacob van Flagon drought, with Abraham Snorten fert  
And youngster Brogen foh with fourscore harquebus,  
Managed by well-lined Butter-boxes, took  
A thousand Spanish Jobber-nolls by surprise,  
And beat a sconce about their ears.  GUZ. 
My fury  
Is now but justice on thy forfeit life.  Draws. AMO. 
Lath they thall not fight.  FUT. 
Fear not, sweet Lady.  PIE. 
Be advised great spirits.  FUL. 
My fortunes bid me to be wise in dvels,  
Else hang't, who cares?  GUZ. 
Mine honour is my tutor,  
Already tried and known.  FUT. 
Why there's the point,  
Mine honour is my tutor too, Noble men  
Fight in their persons, scorn't, 'tis out of fashion,  
There's none but harebrained youths of metal use it.  PIE. 
Yet put not up your swords, it is the pleasure  
Of the fair Lady, that you quit the field,  
With brandished blades in hand.  FUT. 
And more to show  
your suffering valour, as her equal favours,  
you both should take a competence of kicks.  AMBO. 
How?  FUT. PIE. 
Thus and thus, away you brace of stinkards,  FUL. 
Pheugh, is it were.  GUZ. 
Why since it is her pleasure, I dare and will endure it.  FUL. 
Pheugh.  PIE. 
A way, but stay below.  FUT. 
Budge not, I charge ye,  
Till you have further leave.  GUZ. 
Mine honour claims  
The last foot in the field.  FUL. 
I'll lead the van then.  Exit. Enter Trelcatio. FUT. 
yet more, be gone, are not these precious suitors—  TREL. 
What tumults fright the house?  FUT. 
A brace of Castrels,  
That flattered sir, about this lovely game  
your daughter, but they durst not give the souse  
And so took hedge.  PIE. 
Me Haggards, Buzzards, Kites.  AMO. 
Ith corn, thuch trump and will thape my luff,  
Henth forth ath thall my father betht direct me.  TREL. 
Why now thou singest in tune, my Amoretta,  
And my good friends, you have likewise Physicians,  
Prescribed a healthful diet, I shall think on  
A bounty for your pains, and will present ye  
To noble Auria: such as your descents  
Commend, but for the present we must quit  
This room to privacy: they come—  AMO. 
Nay predee,  
Leave me not Dentlemen.  FUT. 
We are your servants.  exeunt. Enter Auria, Adurni, and Aurelio, AURI. 
Y'are welcome, be assured you are, for proof,  
Retrieve the boldness (as you please to term it)  
Of visit to commands, if this man's presence  
Be not of use, dismiss him.  ADUR. 
'tis (with favour)  
Of consequence my Lord, your friend may witness  
How far my reputation stands engaged  
To noble reconcilement.  AURI. 
I observe  
No party here amongst us, who can challenge  
A motion of such honour.  ADUR. 
Could your looks  
Borrow more clear severity and calmness,  
Than can the peace of a composed soul;  
Yet I presume, report of my attempt  
(Trained by a curiosity io youth)  
For scattering clouds before 'em, hath raised tempests  
Which will at last break out.  AURI. 
Hid now (most likely)  
I'th' darkness of your speech.  AURE. 
you may be plainer.  ADUR. 
I shall my Lord, that I intended wrong,  AURI. 
Ha? wrong? to whom?  ADUR. 
To Auria, and as far  
As language could prevail, did—  AURI. 
Take advice,  
(Young Lord) before thy tongue betray a secret  
Concealed yet from the world; hear and consider  
In all my flight of vanity and giddiness,  
When scarce the wings of my excess were fledged,  
When a distemperature of youthful heat,  
Might have excused disorder and ambition,  
Even then, and so from thence till now the down  
Of softness is exchanged for plumes of age,  
Confirmed and hardened, never durst I pitch  
On any howsoever likely rest,  
Where the presumption might be constered wrong,  
The word is hateful, and the sense wants pardon:  
For as I durst not wrong the meanest, so  
He who but only aimed by any boldness,  
A wrong to me, should find I must not bear it,  
The one is as unmanly as the other.  
Now without interruption.  ADUR. 
Stand Aurelio,  
And justify thine accusation boldly,  
Spare me the needless use of my confession,  
And having told no more, than what thy jealousy  
Possessed thee with again before my face,  
Urge to thy friend the breach of hospitality  
Adurni trespassed in, and thou conceiv'st  
Against Spinella; why proofs grow faint,  
If barely not supposed, I'll answer guilty.  AURE. 
You come not here to brave us.  ADUR. 
No Aurelio.  
But to reply upon that brittle evidence,  
To which thy cunning never shall rejoin.  
I make my judge my jury, be accountant  
Whither withal the eagerness of spleen  
Of a suspicious rage can plead, thou hast  
enforced the likelihood of scandal.  AURE. 
Doubt not  
But that I have delivered honest truth,  
As much as I believe, and justly witness.  ADUR. 
Lose grounds to raise a bulwark of reproach on,  
And thus for that; my errand hither is not  
In whining truant-like submission,  
To cry I have offended, pray forgive me,  
I will do so no more: but to proclaim  
The power of virtue, whose commanding sovereignty,  
Sets bounds to rebel-bloods, and check restrains,  
Custom of folly by example teaches  
A rule to reformation; by rewards,  
Crowns worthy actions, and invites to honour.  AURE. 
Honour and worthy actions, best beseem  
Their lips who practice both, and not discourse 'em.  AURI. 
Peace, peace, man, I am silent.  ADUR. 
Some there are,  
And they not few in number, who resolve  
No beauty can be chaste, less unattempted;  
And for because the liberty of courtship  
Flies from the wanton, on the her comes next.,  
Meeting oft times, too many soon seduced,  
Conclude, all may be won by gifts, by service,  
Or compliments of vows; and with this file  
I stood in rank, conquest secured my confidence,  
Spinella (storm not Auria) was an object  
Of study for fruition; here I angled  
Not doubting the deceit could find resistance.  AURE. 
After confession follows—  AURI. 
Noise observe him.  ADUR. 
Oh strange: by all the comforts of my hopes  
I found a woman good; a woman good,  
Yet as I wish belief, or do desire  
A memorable mention, so much majesty  
Of humbleness, and scorn, appeared at once  
In fair, in chaste, in wise Spinella's eyes,  
That I grew dull in utterance, and one frown  
From her, could every flame of sensual appetite.  AURI. 
On sir and do not stop.  ADUR. 
Without protests,  
I pleaded merely love, used not a syllable,  
But what a virgin might without a blush,  
Have listened to, and not well armed have pitied,  
But she neglecting, cried come Auria, come  
Fight for thy wife at home, then in rushed you sir  
Talked in much fury, parted, whenas soon  
The Lady vanished, after her the rest.  AURI. 
What followed?  ADUR. 
My commission on mine error,  
In execution whereof I have proved  
So punctually severe, that I renounce  
All memory, not to this one fault alone  
But to my other greater, and more irksome,  
Now he whoever owns a name, that consters  
This repetition, the report of fear.  
Of falsehood, or imposture, let him tell me  
I give myself the lie, and I will clear  
The injury, and man to man, or if  
Such justice may prove doubtful, two to two,  
Or three to three, or any way reprieve  
Th' opinion of my forfeit, without blemish.  AURI. 
Who can you think I am? did you expect  
So great a tameness as you find, Adurni,  
That you cast loud defiance? say—  ADUR. 
I have robbed you  
Of rigor (Auria) by my strict self-penance,  
For the presumption.  AURI. 
Sure Italians hardly  
Admit dispute in questions of this nature,  
The trick is new.  ADUR. 
I find my absolution,  
By vows of change from all ignoble practice.  AURI. 
Why look ye friend, I told you this before  
You would not be persuaded,— let me think.  AURE. 
You do not yet deny that you solicited  
The Lady to ill purpose.  ADUR. 
I have answered,  
But it returned much quiet to my mind,  
Perplexed with rare commotions.  AURI. 
That's the way  
It smooths all rubs.  AURE. 
My Lord.  AURI. 
Foh I am thinking  
You may talk forward, if it take 'tis clear  
And then and then, and so and so.  ADUR. 
You labour with curious engines sure,  AURI. 
Fine ones, I take ye  
To be a man of credit— else,  ADUR. 
Suspicion is needless, know me better.  AURI. 
Yet you must not part from me sir.  ADUR. 
For that your pleasure.  AUR. 
Come fight for thy wife at home my Auria— yes  
We can fight my Spinella, when thine honour  
Relies upon a Champion— now.  Enter Trelcatio. TREL. 
My Lord  
Castanna with her sister, and Malfato  
Are newly entered.  AURI. 
Be not loud; convey them  
Into the gallery— Aurelio, friend  
Adurni Lord, we three will sit in counsel  
And piece a hearty league, or scuffle shrewdly.  Exit.  

Actus Quintus.  Enter Martino, Benatzi, and Levidolche. MARTINO. 
ruffian out of my doors, thou com'st to rob me,  
An officer, what ho! my house is haunted  
By a lewd pack of thieves, of harlots, murderers,  
Rogues, vagabonds, I foster a decoy here,  
And she trolls on her ragged customer,  
To cut my throat for pillage.  Lev. 
Good sir hear me,  BEN. 
Hear or not hear, let him rave his lungs out,  
Whiles this woman hath abode under this roof,  
I will justify myself her bedfellow in despite  
Of denial, in despite, those are my words.  MAR. 
Monstrous! why sirrah, do I keep a bawdy-house,  
An hospital for panders? Oh; thou monster,  
Thou she-confusion! are you grown so rampant,  
That from a private wanton thou proclaim'st thyself  
A baggage for all gamesters, Lords or Gentlemen,  
Strangers, or homespun yeomen, foot-posts, pages,  
Roarers or hangmen, heigh day, set up shop,  
And then cry a market open, toot, and welcome.  LEV. 
This is my husband.  MAR. 
Husband!  BEN. 
Husband natural, I have married her,  
And what's your verdict on the match signior?  MAR. 
Husband, and married her!  LEV. 
Indeed 'tis truth.  MAR. 
A proper joining, give ye joy great mistress  
Your fortunes are advanced, marry are they,  
What jointure is assured pray? some three thousand  
A year in oaths and vermin? fair preferment.  
Was ever such a tattered rag of man's flesh,  
Patched up for Copesmate to my Niece's daughter.  LE. 
Sir,  
for my mother's name forbear this anger,  
If I have yoked myself beneath your wishes,  
Yet is my choice a lawful one, and I  
Will live as truly chaste unto his bosom,  
As ere my faith hath bound me.  MAR. 
A sweet couple.  BEN. 
We are so, for mine own part, however my outside  
Appear ungay, I have wrestled with death,  
Signior Martino, to preserve your sleeps, and such  
As you are untroubled, a soldier is in peace  
A mockery, a very town-bull for laughter, unthrifts,  
And landed babies, are prey-curmudgeons,  
Lay their baits for, let the wars rattle about  
Your ears once, and the security of a soldier is  
Right honourable amongst ye then, that day  
May shine again: so to my business.  MAR. 
A soldier! thou a soldier, I do believe  
thouart lousy; that's a pretty sign I grant:  
A villainous poor Bandetti rather, one  
Can man a quean, and cant, and pick a pocket,  
Pad for a cloak, or hat, and in the dark  
Pistol a straggler for a quarter Ducat.  
A soldier! yes, 'a looks as if a had not  
The spirit of a herring, or a tumbler.  BEN. 
Let age and dotage rage together, Levidolche thou art mine, on what conditions the world shall soon witness: yet since our hands joined, I have not interessed my possession of thy bed, nor till I have accounted to thy injunction, do I mean: kiss me quick and resolute. So adieu Signior.  LEV. 
dear, for loves sake, stay.  BEN. 
Forbear entreaties. Exit.  MAR. 
Ah thou: but what? I know not how to call thee,  
Fain would I smother grief, and out it must,  
My heart is broke, thou hast for many a day  
Been at a loss, and now art lost for ever:  
Lost, lost, without recovery.  LEV. 
With pardon,  
Let me retain your sorrows.  MAR. 
'tis impossible,  
Despair of rising up to honest fame,  
Turns all the courses wild, and this last action  
Will roar thy infamy, than you are certainly  
Married forsooth, unto this new-come.  LEV. 
Yes, and herein every hope is brought to life,  
Which long hath lain in deadness, I have once more  
Wedded Benatzi my divorced husband,  MAR. 
Benatzi, this the man?  LEV. 
No odd disguise  
Could guard him from discovery; 'tis he,  
The choice of my ambition, heaven preserve me  
Thankful for such a bounty; yet he dreams not  
Of this deceit, but let me die in speaking,  
If I repute not my success more happy  
Than any earthly blessing; oh sweet uncle,  
Rejoice with me, I am a faithful convert,  
And will redeem the stains of a foul name,  
By love and true obedience.  MAR. 
Force of passion  
Shows me a child again, do Levidolche,  
Perform thy resolutions, those performed,  
I have been only steward for your welfare,  
You shall have all between ye.  LEV. 
Join with me sir,  
Our plot requires much speed: we must be earnest,  
I'll tell ye what conditions threaten danger,  
Unless you intermediate; let us hasten,  
For fear we come too late.  MAR. 
As thou intendest  
A virtuous honesty, I am thy second  
To any office, Levidolche witty,  
My Niece, my witty Niece.  LEV. 
Let's slack no time sir. Exeunt.  Enter Trelcatio, Malfato, Spinella and Castanna TREL. 
Kinsman and Ladies, have a little patience,  
All will be as you wish, I'll be your warrant,  
Fear nothing, Augia is a noble fellow,  
I leave ye; but be sure I am in hearing:  
Take courage. Exit.  MAL. 
Courage, they who have no hearts,  
Find none to lose; ours is as great as his,  
Who defy danger most, sure state and ceremony  
In habit here like strangers we shall wait  
Formality of entertainment, x,  
Let us return, 'tis paltry.  SPI. 
Gentle sir, Enter Auria, and Aurelio.  
Contain your passion, my attendance only  
Commends a duty.  
Now for heaven's sake sister—  
A' comes, your husband comes, take comfort sister  AURI. 
Malfato.  MAL. 
Auria.  AURI. 
x, would mine arms  
In their embraces might at once deliver  
Affectionately what interest your merit  
Holds in my estimation, I may chide  
The coyness of this intercourse betwixt us,  
Which a retired privacy on your part  
Hath pleased to show; if aught of my endeavours  
Can purchase kind opinion, I shall honour  
The means and practice.  MAL. 
'tis your charity.  AURE. 
Worthy Malfato.  MAL. 
Provident Aurelio.  AURI. 
Castanna, virtuous maid,  CAS. 
Your servant, brother.  AURI. 
But who's that other, such a face mine eyes  
Have been acquainted with, the fight resembles  
Something which is not quite lost to remembrance;  
Why does the Lady kneel? to whom? pray rise;  
I shall forget civility of manners,  
Imagining you tender, a false tribute,  
Or him to whom you tender counterfeit.  MAL. 
My Lord, you use a borrowed bravery,  
Not suiting fair constructions, may your fort fortunes  
Mount higher than can apprehension reach 'em,  
Yet this waste kind of antique sovereignty  
Unto a wife who equal every best  
Of your deserts, achievements, or posterity,  
Betrays a barrenness of noble nature,  
Let upstarts exercise uncomely roughness,  
Clear spirits to the humble will be humble:  
You know your wife no doubt.  AURI. 
Cry ye mercy Gentleman,  
Belike you come to tutor a good carriage,  
Are expert in the nick on't, we shall study  
Instructions quietly, wife you said, agreed.  
Keep fair, and stand the trial.  SPI. 
Those words raise  
A lively soul in her, who almost yielded  
To faintness and stupidity, I thank ye,  
Though prove what judge you will, till I can purge  
Objections which require belief and conscience,  
I have no kindred sister, husband, friend,  
Or pity for my plea.  MAL. 
Call ye this welcome? we are mistook Castanna.  CAS. 
Oh my Lord, other respects were promised.  AURI. 
Said ye Lady,  
No kindred, sister, husband, friend.  SPI. 
Nor name,  
With this addition, I disclaim all benefit  
Of mercy from a charitable thought,  
If one or all the subtleties of malice,  
If any engineer of faithless discord,  
If supposition for pretence in folly,  
Can point out, without injury to goodness,  
A likelihood of guilt in my behaviour,  
Which may declare neglect in every duty,  
Required fit, or exacted.  AURI. 
High and peremptory,  
The confidence is masculine.  MAL. 
Why not, an honourable cause gives life to truth,  
Without control.  SPI. 
I can proceed, that tongue,  
Whose venom by traducing spotless honour,  
Hath spread, th'infection is not more mine enemy,  
Than theirs, or his weak and besotted brains are,  
On whom the poison of its cankered falsehood  
Hath wrought for credit to so foul a mischief.  
Speak sir, the churlish voice of this combustion,  
Aurelio speak, nor (gentle sir) forbear  
Ought what you know, but roundly use your eloquence  
Against a mean defendant.  MAL. 
he's put to't,  
It seems the challenge gravels him.  AURE. 
My intelligence,  
Was issue of my doubts, not of my knowledge.  
A self confession may crave assistance,  
Let the Lady's justice impose the penance.  
So in the rules of friendship, as of love,  
Suspicion is not seldom an improper  
Advantage for the knitting faster joints  
Of faithfullest affection by the fevers  
Of casualty unloosed, where lastly error  
Hath run into the toil.  SPI. 
Woeful satis faction for a divorce of hearts.  AURI. 
So resolute,  
I shall touch nearer home, behold these hairs,  
(Great mysteries of a spirit) yet they are not  
By winter of old age quite hid in snow,  
Some messengers of time I must acknowledge  
Amongst them took up lodging, when we first  
Exchanged our faiths in wedlock, I was proud,  
I did prevail with one whose youth and beauty  
Deserved a choice more suitable in both.  
Advancement to a fortune could not court,  
Ambition either on my side, or hers:  
Love drove the bargain, and the truth of love  
Confirmed it, I conceived, but disproportion  
In years, amongst the married, is a reason  
For change of pleasures, whereto I reply  
Our union was not forced, 'twas by consent;  
So than the breach in such a case appears  
Unpardonable; say your thoughts.  SPI. 
My thoughts in that respect are as resolute as yours,  
The same, yet herein evidence of frailty  
Deserved not more a separation,  
Then doth charge of disloyalty objected  
Without or ground or witness, woman's faults  
Subject to punishments, and men's applauded,  
Prescribe no laws in force.  AURE. 
Are ye so nimble.  MAL. 
A soul sublimed from dross by competition,  
Such is mighty Auria's famed; descends  
From its own Sphere, when injuries profound ones  
Yield to the combat of a scolding mastery.  
Skirmish of words hath with your wife lewdly ranged  
Adulterating the honour of your bed.  
Hold dispute, but execute your vengeance,  
With unresisted rage we shall look on,  
Allow the fact, and spurn her from our bloods,  
Else not detected, you have wronged her innocence  
Unworthily, and childishly, for which  
I challenge satisfaction.  CAS. 
'tis a tyranny  
Over an humble and obedient sweetness,  
Ungently to insult—  Enter Adurni. ADUR. 
That I make good,  
And must without exception find admittance  
Fitting the party who hath herein interest,  
Put case I was in fault, that fault stretched merely  
To a misguided thought, and who in presence  
Except the pair of sisters fair and matchless,  
Can quit an imputation of like folly?  
Here I ask pardon (excellent Spinella  
Of only you) that granted he amongst you,  
Who calls an even reckoning, shall meet  
An even accountant.  AURI. 
Baited by confederacy,  
I must have right.  SPI. 
And I, my Lord, my Lord,  
What stir and coil is here? you can suspect,  
So reconciliation then is needless,  
Conclude the difference by revenge, or part,  
And never more see one another: sister,  
Lend me thine arm, I have assumed a courage  
Above my force, and can hold out no longer,  
Auria unkind, unkind.  CAS. 
She faints.  AURI. 
Spinella, regent of my affections, thou hast conquered,  
I find thy virtues as I left them, perfect,  
Pure, and unflawed, for instance let me claim  
Castanna's promise.  CAS. 
Mine?  AURI. 
Yours, to whose faith  
I am a guardian, not by imposition,  
But by you chosen, look ye, I have fitted  
A husband for you, noble and deserving,  
No shrinking back, Adurni I present her  
A wife of worth.  MAL. 
how's that?  ADVR. 
So great a blessing  
Crowns all desires of life, the motion, Lady,  
To me, I can assure you, is not sudden,  
But welcomed & forethought, would you could please  
To say the like.  AURI. 
Castanna do— Speak dearest,  
It rectifies all crooks, vain surmises,  
I prithee speak.  SPI. 
The courtship's somewhat quick,  
The match it seems agreed on, do not sister  
Reject the use of fate.  CAS. 
I dare not question  
The will of heaven.  MAL. 
Unthought of and unlooked for.  SPI. 
My ever honoured Lord.  AURE. 
This marriage frees  
Each circumstance of jealousy.  AURI. 
Make no scruple  
(Castanna) of the choice, 'tis firm and real,  
Why else have I so long with tameness nourished  
Report of wrongs, but that I fixed on issue  
Of my desires, Italians use not dalliance  
But execution; herein I degenerated  
From custom of our nation: for the virtues  
Of my Spinella rooted in my soul,  
Yet common form of matrimonial compliments,  
Short lived, as are their pleasures, yet in sooth,  
My dearest, I might blame your causeless absence,  
To whom my love and nature were no strangers,  
But being in your kinsman's house, I honour  
His hospitable friendship, and must thank it.  
Now lasting truce on all hands.  AURE. 
You will pardon  
A rash and overbusy curiosity.  SPI. 
It was too blame, but the success remits it.  AD. 
Sir, what presumptions formerly have grounded  
Opinion of unfitting carriage to you,  
On my part I shall faithfully acquit  
At easy summons.  MAL. 
You prevent the nicety,  
Use your own pleasure—  Enter Benatzi his sword drawn, Levidolche and Martino following. AURE. 
What's the matter?  AURI. 
Matter?  BEN. 
Adurni and Malfato found together!  
Now for a glorious vengeance.  LEV. 
Hold, oh hold him.  AURE. 
This is no place for murder, yield thy sword.  AURE. 
Yield it, or force it; set you up your shambles  
Of slaughter in my presence.  ADUR. 
Let him come.  MAL. 
What can the Russian mean?  BEN. 
I am prevented.  
The temple or the chamber of the Duke,  
Had else not proved a sanctuary Lord,  
Thou hast dishonourably wronged my wife.  ADUR. 
Thy wife! I know not her, nor thee.  AURI. 
Fear nothing.  LE. 
Yes, me you know, heaven has a gentle mercy  
For penitent offenders: blessed Ladies,  
Repute me not a castaway, though once  
I fell into some lapses, which our sex  
Are oft entangled by; yet what I have been,  
Concerns me now no more, who am resolved  
On a new life. This Gentleman Benatzi,  
Disguised as you see, I have remarried,  
I knew you at first sight, and tender constantly  
Submission for all errors.  MAR. 
Nay, 'tis true sir.  BEN. 
I joy in the discovery, am thankful  
Unto the change.  AURI. 
Let wonder hence forth cease,  
For I am partner with Benatzi's counsels;  
And in them was director, I have seen  
The man do service in the wars late passed,  
Worthy an ample mention; but of that  
At large hereafter, repetitions now  
Of good or bad, would straighten time presented  
For other use.  MAR. 
Welcome, and welcome ever.  LE. 
Mine eyes sir, never shall without a blush  
Receive a look from yours; please to forget  
All passages of rashness, such attempt  
Was mine, and only mine.  MAL. 
You have found a way  
To happiness, I honour the conversion,  ADUR. 
Then I am freed.  MAL. 
may style your friend your servant,  MAR. 
Now all that's mine, is theirs,  ADUR. 
But let me add  
An offering to the altar of this peace.  AURI. 
How likes Spinella this? our holy day  
Deserves the Calendar.  SPI. 
This Gentlewoman  
Reformed must in my thoughts live fair and worthy,  
Indeed you shall.  CAS. 
And mine, the novelty  
Requires a friendly love.  LEV. 
You are kind and bountiful.  Enter Trelcatio, Futelli, Amoretta, Piero, driving in Fulgosa, and Guzman. TREL. 
By your leaves Lords and Ladies, to your jollities,  
I bring increase with mine too, here's a youngster  
Whom I call son-in-law, for so my daughter  
Will have it.  AMO. 
Yeth in sooth thee will.  TREL. 
Futelli hath weaned her from this pain.  PIE. 
Stand forth stout lovers.  TREL. 
Top & Top-gallant pair, and for his pains,  
She will have him, or none, he's not the richest  
I'th' parish; but a wit, I say Amen,  
Because I cannot help it.  AMO. 
tithe no matter.  AURI. 
we'll remedy the penury of Fortune,  
They shall with us to Corsica, our cousin  
Must not despair of means, since 'tis believed  
Futelli can deserve a place of trust.  FUT. 
You are in all unfellowed,  AMO. 
Withly spoken.  PIE. 
Think on Piero sir.  AURI. 
Piero, yes,  
But what of these two pretty ones?  FUL. 
I'll follow.  
The Ladies, play at cards, make sport and whistle,  
My purse shall bear me out, a lazy life,  
Is scurvy, and debauched; fight you abroad,  
And we'll be game whiles you fight at home,  
Run high, run low, here is a brain can do't,  
But for my martial brother Don, prithee make him  
A what d'ee callit, a setting dog, a centinel  
I'll mend his weekly pay.  GUZ. 
He shall deserve it.  
Vouchsafe employment honourable  FUL. 
Marry.  
The Dons a generous Don.  AURI. 
Unfit to lose him,  
Command doth limit us short time for revels,  
we must be thrifty in them, none I trust,  
Repines at these delights, they are free and harmless,  
After distress at sea, the dangers over,  
Safety and welcomes better taste ashore.   

epilogue.  

THe Court's on rising; 'tis too late  
To wish the Lady in her fate  
Of try all now more fortunate.  
A verdict in the jury's breast,  
Will be given up anon at least,  
Till then 'tis fit we hope the best.  
Else if there can be any stay,  
Next sitting without more delay,  
We will expect a gentle day.