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Good Charomonte hath broken, in his care For I do wish you all I know not how,
To build me up a man, you must confess My toughness melts, and, spite of my discretion,
Chiron, the tutor to the great Achilles,

I must turn woman.
Compared with him, deserves not to be named. Con. What a sympathy
And if my gracious uncle, the great duke, There is between them!
Still holds me worthy his consideration,

Cal. Were I on the rack, 0: finds in me aught worthy to be loved, I could not shed a tear. But I am mad, That little rivulet fowed from this spring; And, ten to one, shall hang myself for sorrow, And so from me report him.

Before I shift my shirt. But hear you, sir, Con. Fame already

I'll separate you: When you are gone, what Hath filled his highness' ears with the true story

will Of what you are, and how much bettered by him. Become of me? And 'tis his purpose to reward the travail

Gioo. Why thou shalt to court with me. Of this grave sir, with a magnificent hand.

Cal. To see you worried ? For, though his tenderness hardly could consent Con. Worried, Calandrino ? To have you one hour absent from his sight, Cal. Yes, sir. For, bring this sweet face to For full three years he did deny himself

the court, The pleasure he took in you, that you, here, There will be such longing among the madams, From this great master, might arrive unto Who shall ingross it first, nay, fight and scratch The theory of those high mysteries Which you by action must make plain in court. That, if they be not stopped, for entertainment 'Tis, therefore, his request (and that, from him, They'll kiss his lips off. Nay, if you'll scape so, Your excellence must grant a strict command), And not be tempted to a farther danger, That instantly (it being not five hours riding) These succubæ are so sharp set, that you must You should take horse, and visit him. These his Give out you are an eunuch. letters

Con. Have a better Will yield you further reasons.

Opinion of court-ladies, and take care Cal. To the court ?

Of your own stake. Farewell the flower, then, of the country's gar Čal. For my stake, 'tis past caring; land!

I would not have a bird of unclean feathers This is our sun, and, when he's set, we must not Handsel his lime-twig--and so much for him: Expect or spring or summer; but resolve There's something else that troubles me. For a perpetual winter.

Con. What's that? Car. Pray you observe

Cal. Why, how to behave myself in court, and [Giovanni reading the letter. tightly. The frequent changes in his face.

I have been told the very place transforms men, Con. As it

And that not one of a thousand, that, before, His much unwillingness to leave your house Lived honestly in the country, on plain sallads, Contended with his duty.

But bring him thither, mark me that, and feed Cur. Now he appears

him Collected and resolved

But a month or two with custards and court Gior. It is the duke!

cake-bread, The duke, upon whose favour all my hopes And he turns knave immediately. I would be And fortunes do depend. Nor must I check

honest; At his conimands, for any private motives But I must follow the fashion, or die a beggar. That do invite my stay here, though they are Giov. And, if I ever reach my hopes, believe Alinost not to be mastered. My obedience,

it In my departing suddenly, shall confirm

We will share fortunes. I am his highness's creature. Yet, I hope

Car. This acknowledginent A little stay, to take a solemn farewell

Enter LYDIA. For all those ravishing pleasures I have tasted In this my sweet retirement from my guardian, Binds me your debtor erer. Here comes one, And his incomparable daughter, cannot meet In whose sad looks you may easily read An ill construction?

What her heart suffers, in that she is forced Con. I will answer that;

To take her last leave of you. Use your own will.

Con. As I live, Giov. I would speak to you, sir,

A beauty without parallel. In such a phrase as might express the thanks Lyd. Must you go, then, My heart would gladly pay; but

So suddenly? Car. I conceive you :

Giov. There's no evasion, Lydia, And something I would say; but I must do it To gain the least delay, though I would buy it In that dumb rhetoric which you make use of; At any rate. Greatness, with private men

Vol. II.


Esteemed a blessing, is to me a curse;

Will be benighted. And we, whom, for our high births, they con Giov. This kiss, bathed in tears, clude

May learn you what I should say.
The only free men, are the only slaves.

Lyd. Give me leave
Happy the golden mean ! had I been born To wait on you to your horse.
In a poor sordid cottage, not nursed up

Car. And me to bring you
With expectation to command a court,

To the one half of your journey.
I might, like such of your condition, sweetest,

Giov. Your love puts
Have took a safe and middle course, and not, Your age to too much trouble.
As I am now, against my choice compelled,

Car. I grow young,
Or to lie grovelling on the earth, or raised When most I serve you.
So high upon the pinnacles of state,

Con. Sir, the duke shall thank you. (Exeunt,
That I must either keep my height with danger,
Or fall with certain ruin.

Lyd. Your own goodness
Will be

faithful guard.


petition. Con. So passionate?

Alph. His highness cannot take it ill.
Giov. For, had I been your equal,

Hip. However,
I might have seen and liked with mine own eyes, We, with our duties, shall express our care
And not, as now, with other's; I might still, For the safety of his dukedom.
And without observation or envy,

Hier. And our loves
As I have done, continued my delights
With you, that are alone, in my esteem,

Enter Cozino, the Duke.
The abstract of society: We might walk

To his person.

Here he comes : Present it In solitary groves, or in choice gardens;

boldly. From the variety of curious flowers

Coz. What needs this form? We are not Contemplate Nature's workmanship and won grown so proud ders;

As to disdain familiar conference And then, for change, near to the murmur of With such as are to counsel and direct us. Some bubbling fountain, I might hear you sing, This kind of adoration shewed not well And, from the well-tuned accents of your tongue, In the old Roman emperors, who, forgetting In my imagination conceive

That they were flesh and blood, would be styled With what melodious harmony a quire

gods : Of angels sing, above, their maker's praises. In us to suffer it, were worse. Pray you, rise. And then, with chaste discourse, as we returned, Still the old suit? With too much curiousness Imp feathers to the broken wings of time;

[Reads. And all this I must part from!

You have too often searched this wound, which Con. You forget

yields The haste imposed upon us.

Security and rest, not trouble to me. Gioo. One word more,

For here you grieve, that my firm resolution Aød, then, I come. And, after this, when with Continues me a widower; and that Continued innocence of love and service, My want of issue to succeed me in I had grown ripe for hymeneal joys,

My government, when I am dead, may breed Embracing you, but with a lawful flame, Distraction in the state, and make the name I might have been


And family of the Medicis, now admired,
Lyd. Sir, I was,

Contemptible. And ever am, your servant; but it was,

Hip. And, with strong reasons, sir. And 'tis, far from me, in a thought, to cherish Alph. For, were you old, and past hope to beSuch saucy hopes. If I had been the heir

get Of all the globes and sceptres mankind bows to, The model of yourself, we should be silent.


you had deserved me; as I am, Hier. But, being in your height and pride of Howe'er unworthy, in my virgin zeal

years, I wish you, as a partner of your bed,

As you are now, great sir, and having too A princess equal to you; such a one


your possession the daughter of That may make it the study of her life,

The deccased duke of Urbin, and his heir, With all the obedience of a wife, to please you. Whose guardian you are made, were you but May you have happy issue, and I live

pleased To be their humblest handmaid.

To think her worthy of you, besides children, Giov. I am dumb,

The dukedom she brings with her for a dower, And can make no reply.

Will yield a large increase of strength and power Con. Your excellence

To tliese fair territories, which already

At my

Acknowledge you their absolute lord.

The service I should pay.
Coz. You press us

Coz. Thou art too modest;
With solid arguments, we grant; and, though But we will study how to give, and when,
We stand not bound to yield account to any,
Why we do this or that (the full consent

Of our subjects being included in our will),
We, out of our free bounties, will deliver Before it be demanded. Giovanni !
The motives that divert us. You well know, My nephew! Let me eye thee better, boy.
That three years since, to our much grief, we In thee, methipks, my sister lives again :

For her love I will be a father to thee,
Our dutchess; such a dutchess, that the world, For thou art my adopted son.
In her whole course of life, yields not a lady

Giov. Your servant,
That can, with imitation, deserve

And humblest subject. To be her second. In her grave we buried Coz. Thy hard travel, nephew, All thoughts of women: Let this satisfy Requires soft rest; and, therefore, we forbear, For any second marriage. Now, whereas For the present, an account how thou hast spent You name the heir of Urbin, as a princess Thy absent hours. See, signiors, see, our care, Of great revenues, 'tis confessed she is so : Without a second bed, provides you of But for some causes, private to ourself,

A hopeful prince! Carry him to his lodgings, We have disposed her otherwise. Yet despair And, for his farther honour, Sanazarro, not;

With the rest, do you attend hiin.
For you, ere long, with joy, shall understand, Giov. All true pleasures
That, in our princely care, we have provided Circle

your highness. One worthy to succeed us.

San. As the rising sun, Hip. We submit,

We do receive you. And hold the counsels of great Cozimo

Giov. May this never set, Oraculous.

But shine upon you ever.


Coz My Sanazarro-Nay,

Coz. Contarino!
Forbear all ceremony. You look sprightly, friend, Con. My gracious lord.
And promise, in your clear aspect, some novel Coz. What entertainment found you
That may delight us.

From Carolo de Charamonte ?
San. Ó sir, I would not be

Con. Free
The harbinger of aught that might distaste you. And bountiful. He's ever like himself,
And, therefore, know (for 'twere a sin to torture Noble and hospitable.
Your highness' expectation) your vice-admiral, Coz. But did my nephew
By my directions, hath surprised the gallies Depart thence willingly?
Appointed to transport the Asian tribute

Con. He obeyed your summons of the great Turk; a richer prize was never

As did become him. Yet, it was apparent, Brought into Florence.

But that he durst not cross your will, he would Coz. Still my nightingale,

Have sojourned longer there, he ever finding That with sweet accents dost assure me, that Variety of sweetest entertainment, My spring of happiness comes fast upon me. But there was something else; nor can I blame Embrace me boldly. I pronounce that wretch His youth, though with some trouble he took An enemy to brave and thriving action,

leave 'That dares believe, but in a thought, we are Of such a sweet companion. Too prodigal in our favours to this man,

Caz. Who was it? Whose merits, though with him we should divide Con. The daughter, sir, of Signior Carolo, Our dukedom, still continue us his debtor. Fair Lydia, a virgin at all parts, Hip. 'Tis far from me.

But in her birth and fortunes, equal to him. Alph. We all applaud it.

The rarest beauties Italy can boast of Coz. Nay, blush not, Sanazarro; we are proud Are but mere shadows to her, she the substance Of what we build up in thee; nor can our Of all perfection. And, what increases Election be disparaged, since we have not The wonder, sir, her body's matchless form Received into our bosom and our grace

Is bettered by the pureness of her soul; A glorious lazy drone, grown fat with feeding Such sweet discourse, such ravishing behaviour, On other's toil, but an industrious bee,

Such charming language, such enchanting manThat crops the sweet flowers of our enemies,

ners, And every happy evening returns

With a simplicity that shames all courtship, Loaden with wax and honey to our hive. Flow hourly from her, that I do believe

San. My best endeavours never can discharge Had Circe, or Calypso, her sweet graces,

Wandering Ulysses never had remembered But I look up to her as on a princess
Penelope or Ithaca.

I dare not be ambitious of; and hope ,Coz. Be not rapt so.

Her prodigal graces shall not render me Con. Your excellence would be so, had you Offending to your highness. seen her.

Coz. Not a scruple. Coz. Iake up, Take up! But did your obser- He whom I favour, as I do my friend, vation

May take all lawful graces that become him. Note any passage of affection

But touching this hereafter; I have now Between her and my nephew ?

(And though, perhaps, it may appear a trifle) Con. How it should

Serious employment for thee. Be otherwise between them, is beyond

San. I stand ready My best imagination. Cupid's arrows

For any act you please. Were useless there; for, of necessity,

Coz. I know it, friend. Their years and dispositions do accord so, Have you ne'er heard of Lydia, the daughter They must wound one another.

Of Carolo Charomonte? Coz. Ham! Thou art

San. Him I know, sir, My secretary, Contarino, and more skilled For a noble gentleman, and my worthy friend; In politic designs of state, than in

But never heard of her. Thy judgment of a beauty; give me leave

Coz. She is delivered, In this to doubt it. Here. Go to my cabinet; And feelingly, to us by Contarino, You shall find there letters newly received, For a master-piece in nature. I would have you Touching the state of Urbin. "Pray you, with Ride suddenly thither, to behold this wonder:

But not as sent by us, that's our first caution. Peruse them; leave the search of this to us. The second is, and carefully observe it, Con. I do obey in all things.

That, though you are a bachelor, and endowed

[Exit ContariNO. with Coz. Lydia ! a diamond so long concealed, All those perfections that may take a virgin, And never worn in court? Of such sweet fea- On forfeit of our favour, do not tempt her. ture?

It may be her fair graces do concern us. And he on whom I fix my dukedom's hopes, Pretend what business you think fit, to gain Made captive to it? Hum! 'Tis somewhat Access into her father's house, and there strange!

Make full discovery of her, and return me Our eyes are every where, and we will make A true relation. I have some ends in it, A strict inquiry. Sanazarro !

With which we will acquaint you.

San. This is, sir,


task. San. Sir.

Coz. Yet, one that must exact Coz. Is my nephew at his rest?

Your secrecy and diligence. Let not San. I saw him in bed, sir.

Your stay be long. Coz. 'Tis well; and does the princess Fiorinda San. It shall not, sir. (Nay, do not blush, she is rich Urbin's heir) Coz. Farewell, Continue constant in her favours to you? And be, as you would keep our favour, careful. San. Dread sir, she may dispense them as she

(Exeunt, pleases;




Fio. How does this dressing shew ?

Cal. 'Tis of itself
Curious and rare; but, borrowing ornament,
As it does from your grace, that deigns to wear

it, Incomparable.

Fio. Thou flatterest me.

Cal. I cannot:
Your excellence is above it.

Fio. Were we less perfect,

Yet, being, as we are, an absolute princess,
We, of necessity, must be chaste, wise, fair,
By our prerogative. Yet all these fail
To move where I would have them. How re-

Count Sanazarro the rich scarf I sent him
For his last visit?

Cal. With much reverence;
I dare not say affection. He expressed
More ceremony, in his humble thanks,
Than feeling of the favour; and appeared
Wilfully ignorant, in my opinion,
Of what it did invite him to.

Fio. No matter;


He's blind with too much light. Have you not | Instead of little dogs, are privileged heard

To carry musk-cats. Of any private mistress he's engaged to ?

Fio. Now the ceremony Cal. Not any; and this does amaze me, ma Is passed, what is the substance? dam,

Caland. I'll peruse That he, a soldier, one that drinks rich wines, My instructions, and then tell you. Her skirt Feeds high, and promises as much as Venus

kissed, Could wish to find from Mars, should, in his Inform her highness, that your lord — manners,

Cal. Who's that? Be so averse to women.

Caland. Prince Giovanni, who entreats your Fio. Troth, I know not;

grace, He's man enough; and, if he has a haunt, That he, with your good favour, may have leave He preys far off, like a subtle fox,

To present his service to you. I think I have Cal. And that way

nicked it, I do suspect him. For I learnt last night, For a courtier of the first form. (When the great duke went to rest) attended by Fio. To my wonder. One private follower, he took horse; but whither

Enter GIOVANNI and a Gentleman. He's rid, or to what end, I cannot guess at,

Return unto the prince. But he prevents But I will find it out.

My answer. Calaminta, take him off; Fio. Do, faithful servant;

And, for the neat delivery of his message,

Give him ten ducats; such rare parts as yours

Are to be cherished.
We would not be abused. Who have we here? Caland. We will share: I know
Cal. How the fool stares !

It is the custom of the court, when ten
Fio. And looks as if he were

Are promised, five is fair. Fie! fie! the prinConning his neck-verse. Caland. If I now prove perfect

Shall never know it, so you dispatch me quickly, In my A. B. C. of courtship, Calandrino

And bid me not come to-morrow, Is made for ever. I am sent-let me see,

Cal. Very good, sir. On a bow d'ye, as they call it.

[Exeunt CALANDRINO and CalaminTA. Cal. What would'st thou say?

Giov. Pray you, friend, Caland. Let me see my notes. These are her Inform the duke I am putting into act lodgings. Well.

What he commanded. Cal. Art thou an ass?

Gent. I am proud to be employed, sir. Caland. Peace! thou art a court wag-tail,

[Erit gentleman. [CALANDRINO still looking on his instruc Gioo. Madam, that, without warrant, I pre

tions. To interrupt me.

To 'trench upon your privacies, may argue Fio. He has given it you.

Rudeness of manners : but the free access Caland. And then say to the illustrious Fi-o-Your princely courtesy vouchsafes to all rin-da

That come to pay their services, gives me hope I have it. Which is she?

To find a gracious pardon. Cal. Why this, Fop-doodle.

Fio. If you please, not Caland. Leave chattering, bullfinch; you would To make that an offence in your construction, put me out,

Which I receive as a large favour from you, But 'twill not do. Then, after you have made There needs not this apology. Your three obeisances to her, kneel and kiss Giov. You continue, The skirt of her gown. I am glad it is no worse. As you were ever, the greatest mistress of Are you the princess ?

Fair entertainment. Fio. Yes, sir.

Fio. You are, sir, the inaster, Caland. Then stand fair,

And in the country have learnt to out-do (For I am cholerick) and do not nip

All that in court is practised. But why should wc A hopeful blossom. Out again. Three low Talk at such a distance? You are welcome, sir. Obcisances

[Reads. We have been more familiar; and since Fio. I am ready.

You will impose the province you


govern, Caland. I come on, then.

Of boldness on me, give me leave to say Cal. With much formality.

You are too punctual. Sit, sir, and discourse Caland. Hum! One, two, three.

As we were used.
[Makes antic curtesies. Giov. Your excellence knows so well
Thus far I am right. Now for the last. O rare! How to command, that I can never err
She is perfumed all over ! Sure great women,

When I obey you,


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