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Of your gross wrongs and ours. And now, re- | Than rhetorick, to make good his accusation, membering
And now expect your sentence. Whose deputies we are, be neither swayed,
[The ladies descend from the state. Or with particular spleen or foolish pity;
Lydia. In your birth, sir, For neither can become you.
You were marked out the judge of life and death, Car. There's some hope yet,
And we, that are your subjects, to attend Since they have such gentle judges.
With trembling fear your doom. Coz. Rise, and stand forth, then,
Fio. We do resign And hear with horror to your guilty souls This chair, as only proper to yourself. What we will prove against you. Could this Giov. And, since in justice we are lost, we fly princess
Unto your saving mercy.
(All kneeling (Thou enemy to thyself !) stoop her high fright San. Which sets off Of towering greatness, to invite thy lowness A prince much more than rigour. To look upon it, and with nimble wings
Car. And becomes him, Of gratitude, couldst thou forbear to meet it? When 'tis expressed to such as fell by weakness, Were her favours boundless in a noble way, That being a twin-born brother to affection, And warranted by our allowance, yet,
Better than wreaths of conquest, In thy acceptation, there appeared no sign
Hier. Lod. Con. Alph. We all speak Of a modest thankfulness?
Their language, mighty sir. Fio. Pray you, forbear
Coz. You know our temper, To press that farther; 'tis a fault we have And, therefore, with more boldness venture on Already heard, and pardoned. Coz. We will then
And, would not our consent to your demands Pass over it, and briefly touch at that,
Deprive us of a happiness, hereafter Which does concern ourself; in which, both be- Ever to be despaired of, we, perhaps, ing
Might hearken nearer to you, and could wish, Equal offenders, what we shall speak, points With some qualification or excuse, Indifferently at either. How we raised thee, You might make less the mountains of your Forgetful Sanazarro, of our grace, To a full possession of power and honours, And so invite our clemency to feast with you. It being too well known, we'll not remember. But you, that know with what impatience And what thou wert (rash youth) in expectation, Of grief, we parted from the fair Clarinda, (And from which, headlong, thou hast thrown Our dutchess, (let her memory still be sacred !) thyself)
And with what imprecations on ourself Not Florence, but all Tuscany, can witness We vowed, not hoping e'er to see her equal, With admiration. To assure thy hopes,
Ne'er to make trial of a second choice, We did keep constant to a widowed bed, If nature framed not one that did excel hier, And did deuy ourself those lawful pleasures, (As this maid's beauty prompts us that she does) Our absolute power and height of blood allowcl And yet, with oaths then mixed with tears, upon
Her monument we swore our eye should never Made both the keys that opened our heart's se- Again be tempted; 'tis true, and those vows crets,
Are registered above; something here tells me.
Car. And swear so deeply,
(As she's not to be named with the dead dutchWith treacherous lies endeavoured to conceal
ess), This jewel from our knowledge, which ourself Nay, all their virtues bound up in one story, Could only lay just claim to.
(Of' which mine is scarce an epitome) Giov. 'l'is most true.
If you should take her as a wife, the weight Sun. We both confess a guilty cause. Of your perjuries would sink you. If I durst, ('oz. Look on her;
I had told you this before. Is this a beauty fit to be embraced
Coz. Tis strong truth, Carolo : By any subject's arms ? Can any tire
And yet, what was necessity in us Become that forehead, but a diadem?
Cannot free them from treason, Or, should we grant your being false to us
Car. There's your crror. Could be excused, your treachery to her, The prince, in care to have you keep your row In seeking to deprive her of that greatness, Made unto heaven, vouchsafed to love my daugia (ller matchless form considered), she was born to, Must ne'er tind pardon! We have spoken, la- Lydia. He told me so, indeed, sir. dies,
Fio. And the count Jike a rough orator, that brings more truth Averred as much to me.
Cor. You all conspire
We have heard all, and we will have our boon, To force our mercy from us. Car. Which, given up
Coz. What is't! To after-times, preserves you unforesworn; Caland. That your grace, in remembrance of An honour, which will live upon your tomb, My share in a dance, and that I played your When your greatness is forgotten.
part Coz. Though we know
When you should have drunk hard, would get All this is practice, and that both are false,
ihis signior's grant
Caland, Why, the whole race
Do only zanie us; and we will bring you, Sanazarro, we forgive you : in your service If we die not without issue, of both sexes To this princess merit it. Yet, let not others Such chopping mirth-makers, as shall preserve That are in trust and grace, as you have been, Perpetual cause of sport, both to your grace By the example of our tenderness,
And your posterity, that sad melancholy
Coz, We are pleased in it,
And will pay her portion. May the passage
prove AU, Long live great Cozimo!
Of what's presented, worthy of your love Caland. Sure the duke is
And favour, as was aimed; and we have all In the giving vein, they are so loud. Come on, That can, in compass of our wishes, fall. spouse,
RULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE,
BEAUMONT & FLETCHER.
WOMEN. DUKE OF MEDINA.
MARGARITTA, a wanton lady, married to Leon, Don JUAN DE CASTRO, a Spanish colonel.
by whom she is reclaimed. SANCHIO,
ALTEA, her serdant. officers in the army. Alonzo,
CLARA, a Spanish lady. Michael Perez, the copper captain.
Estifania, a woman of intrigue. Leon, brother to Altea, and, by her contrivance, An old woman. married to Margaritla.
Maid. CACAFOGO, a rich usurer,
SCENE I.-A chamber.
Juan. But no harm done, nor ever meant, Don
Michael, Enter Don JUAN DE CASTRO and MICHAEL
That came to my ears yet: ask him a question, PEREZ.
He blushes like a girl, and answers little, Mich. Are your companies full, colonel ? To the point less. He wears a sword, a good Juan. No, not yet, sir,
one, Nor will not be this month yet, as I reckon, And good clothes, too; he's whole skinned, has How rises your command ?
no hurt yet; Mich. We pick up still,
Good promising hopes. I never yet heard cere And, as our monies hold out, we have men come. tainly, About that time, I think, we shall be full, too: Of any gentleman, that saw him angry. Many young gallants go.
Mich. Preserve him; he'll conclude a peace, Juan. And inexperienced.
if need be;
We have strange things to fill our numbers : Their mouths charged with six oaths at once, and
hills. Mich. I've heard of him, and that he hath ser- Juan. 'Tis true, such we must look for, But, ved before, too,
When heard you of Donna Margaritta, the great Juan. I am, sweet lady. heiress?
Cla. I have a kinsman, and a noble friend, Mich. I hear every hour of her, though I ne'er Employed in those wars; may be, sir, you know saw her;
him; She is the main discourse. Noble Don Juan de Don Campusano, captain of carbines, Castro,
To whom I would request your nobleness How happy were that man could catch this wench To give this poor remembrance. [Gives a letter. up,
Juan. I shall do it: And live at ease! She's fair, and young, and I know the gentleman, a most worthy captain. wealthy,
Cla. Something in private. Infinite wealthy, and as gracious, too,
Juan. Step aside : I'll serve thee. In all her entertainments, as men report.
(Exeunt Juan and CLARA. Juan. But she is proud, sir; that I know for Mich. Prithee, let me see thy face. certain;
Estif. Sir, you must pardon me; And that comes seldom without wantonness : Women of our sort, that maintain fair memories, He, that shall marry her, must have a rare hand. And keep suspect off from their chastities, Mich. Would I were married ! I would find Had need wear thicker veils. that wisdom,
Mich. I am no blaster of a lady's beauty, With a light rein to rule my wife. If e'er woman, Nor bold intruder on her special favours : Of the most subtile mould, went beyond me,
I know how tender reputation is,
Lady, you may to me
Estif. You must excuse me, signior, I come Ser. Sir, there be two gentlewomen attend to Not here to sell myself. speak with you.
Mich. As I am a gentleman; by the honour Juan. Wait on thern in.
of a soldier! Mich. Are they two handsome women? Estif. I believe you ; Ser. They seem so, very handsome! but they're I pray be civil : I believe you'd see me, veiled, sir.
And when you've seen me, I believe you'll like Mich. Thou puttest sugar in my mouth. How me; it melts with me!
But in a strange place, to a stranger, too,
As if I came on purpose to betray you,
Mich. I shall love you dearly,
And 'tis a sin to fling away affection; Will not this soldier's heat out of your bones yet? I have no mistress; no desire to honour Mich. There be two.
Any but you. Juan. Say honest, what shame have you, then? I know not, you have struck me with your moMich. I would fain see that.
All the desire, I might bestow on others-
Estif. Indeed, I dare not.
But since I see you're so desirous, sir, Enter Servant, Donna CLARA and EstiFANIA, But your repentance
To view a poor face, that can merit nothing veiled.
Mich. It must needs be excellent. Juan. You're welcome, ladies.
Estif. And with what honesty you ask it of Mich. Both hunded! I like them well though:
me, They came not for advice in law, sure, hither. When I am gone, let your man follow me, They're very modest; 'tis a fine preludium.
And view what house I enter. Thither come, Juan. With me, or with this gentleman, would For there I dare be bold to appear open; you speak, lady?
And as I like
virtuous carriage, then, Cla. With you, sir, as I guess, Juan de Castro. Mich. Her curtain opens; she is a pretty gen
Enter Juan, CLARA, and Servant. tlewoman.
I shall be able to give welcome to you., Juan. I am the man, and shall be bound to She hath done her business; I must take my fortune,
leave, sir. I may do any service to your beauties.
Mich. I'll kiss your fair white hand, and Cla. Captain, I hear you're marching down to thank you, lady. Flanders,
My man shall wait, and I shall be your servant. To serve the Catholic king.
Sirrah, come near, hark.
Ser. I shall do it faithfully.
[Exit. 3 Lady. 'Tis more sometimes than we can well Juan. You will command me no more ser
vices? Cla. To be careful of your noble health, dear
Enter Altea. sir,
Alt. Good-morrow, ladies. That I may ever honour you.
All. 'Morrow, my good madam. Juan. I thank you,
1 Lady. How does the sweet young beauty, And kiss your hands. Wait on the ladies down lady Margaret?
there. (Ereunt ladies and Servant. 2 Lady. Hlas she slept well after her walk last Mich. You had the honour to see the face, night? that came to you?
1 Ludy. Are her dreams gentle to her mind? Juan. And 'twas a fair one.
What was yours,
Alt. All's well, don Michael ?
She's very well : she sent for you thus suddenly, Mich. Mine was in the eclipse, and had a cloud | To give her counsel in a business drawn over it.
That much concerns her. But I believe well, and I hope 'tis handsome. 2 Lady. She does well and wisely, She had a hand would stir a holy hermit. To ask the counsel of the ancientest. Madam, Juan. You know none of thein?
Our years have run through many things she Mich. No.
knows not. Juan. Then I do, captain;
Alt. She would fain marry. But I'll say nothing till I see the proof on't
. 1 Lady. 'Tis a proper calling, Sit close, don Perez, or your worship’s caught. And well beseems her years. Who should she Mich. Were those she brought love letters?
voke with ? Juan. A packet to a kinsman now in Flanders. Alt. That is left to argue on. I pray, come in Yours was very modest, methought.
Aud break your fast; drink a good cup or two, Mich. Some young unmanaged thing: To strengthen your understandings, then she'll But I may live to see. Juan. 'Tis worth experience.
2 Lady. And good wine breeds good counsel; Let us walk abroad and view our companies.
we'll yield to ye.
SCENE IV.-A street.
Enter JUAN DE CASTRO and Leon,
Juan. Where? They're both fair buildings; she walked plaguy Leon. Every where. fast.
Juan. What office bore ye?
Leon. None; I was not worthy.
[Exeunt. But once I stole a hen, and then they beat me.
Pray, ask me no long questions. I have an ill SCENE III.-A chamber in MARGARITTA'S
Juan. This is an ass. Did you ne'er draw
your sword yet? Enter three old Ladies.
Leon. Not to do any harm, I thank Heaven
for it. 1 Lady. What should it mean, that in such Juan. Nor ne'er ta'en prisoner? haste we're sent for?
Leon. No, I ran away; 2 Lady. Belike the lady Margaret has some For I ne'er had no money to redeem me. business
Juan. Can you endure a drum? She'd break to us in private.
Leon. It makes my head ache. 3 Lady. It should seem so.
Juan. Are you not valiant, when you're drunk ? 'Tis a good lady, and a wise young lady.
Leon. I think not; but I am loving, sir. 2 Lady. And virtuous enough, too, that I war- Juan. What a lump is this man !
Was your father wise? For a young woman of her years: 'tis a pity
Leon. Too wise for me, I'm sure; To load her tender age with too much virtue. For he gave all he had to my younger brother.