Be won to prove a second wife, on whom He may beget a son, how, in a moment, Will all those glorious expectations, which Render you reverenced and remarkable, Be in a moment blasted, howe'er you are His much-beloved sister's son? Giov. I must bear it With patience, and in me it is a duty To offer, for his own ends, to prescribe San. Sweetly answered, And like your noble self. This your rare temper are, Should this (as Heaven avert it) ever happen; That you were come to court (as if you had Giov. I allow these As flourishes of fortune, with which princes San. Yet all these were paid To what you may be, not to what you are; For if the great duke but shew to his servants A son of his own, you shall, like one obscure, Pass unregarded. Giov. I confess, command Is not to be contemned; and if my fate With willing shoulders. But, my lord, as yet, You've told me of a danger coming towards me, But have not named it. San. That is soon delivered. Great Cozimo, your uncle, as I more Giov. Married, sir ! With whom, and on what terms? pray you, in struct me. San. With the fair Lydia. San. The daughter Though I appear incredulous; for, on But Contarino hath so sung her praises, San. Yes, yes, I have seen worse faces. Giov. A delicate hand, too. San. As she is, sir, I know she wants no gracious part that may Gioa. I would you could, A noble way. San. I will cry down her beauties, Giov. I never told a lie yet, and I hold it Sun. Be constant in it. Enter ALPHONSO. Alph. My lord, the duke hath seen your man and wonders Enter CozIMO, CONTARINO, and attendants. You come not to him. See, if his desire To have conference with you, hath not brought Him hither in his own person. Coz. They are comely coursers, And promise swiftness. Con. They are, of my knowledge, Of the best race in Naples. Giov. I will use My best endeavour, sir. Enter GIOVANNI, HIPPOLITO, and LODOVICO, Determine rashly of it. How do you like [Exeunt GIOVANNI, ALPHONSO, and HIPPO- It is exact and rare. This phoenix of our age? San. I have seen a maid, sir; But, if that I have judgment, no such wonder As she was delivered to you. Coz. This is strange ! Alph. And, to my fancy. He did present great Alexander, mounted On his Bucephalus. Coz. You are right courtiers, And know it is your duty to cry up All actions of a prince. San. Do not betray Yourself; you're safe; I've done my part. Giov. I thank you; Nor will I fail. [Aside to GIOVANNI, Coz. What's your opinion, nephew, Of the horses? Giov. Two of them are, in my judgment, San. But certain truth. It may be, she was The best I ever backed: I mean the roan, sir, And the brown bay; but for the chesnut co loured, Though he be full of metal, hot, and fiery, Coz. So, come nearer; This exercise hath put you into a sweat ; Take this, and dry it: and now I command you To tell me truly, what's your censure of Charomonte's daughter, Lydia? Giov. I am, sir, A novice in my judgment of a lady; But, such as it is, your grace shall have it freely. Coz. Pray you, make choice of The richest of our furniture for these horses; [To SANAZARRO. And take my nephew with you; we, in this, Will follow his directions. Giov. Could I find now The princess Fiorinda, and persuade her San. In that, my lord, I'll aid you. Coz. We will be private; leave us. All my studies [Exeunt all but COZIMO. And serious meditations aim no farther Than this young man's good. He was my sister's son, And she was such a sister, when she lived, Fio. Sir. Coz. My fair charge, you are welcome to us. Fio. I have found it, sir. Coz. All things go well in Urbin? Fio. Your gracious care to me, an orphan, frees me From all suspicion that my jealous fears Coz. The next summer In our own person, we will bring you thither, Fio. When you think fit, sir. But, in the mean time, with your highness' pardon, I am a suitor to you. Coz. Name it, madam, With confidence to obtain it. Fio. That you would please To lay a strict command on Charomonte, And, pray you, think, sir, that 'tis not my pur pose To employ her as a servant, but to use her Coz. Ha! your reason? Fio. The hopeful prince, your nephew, sir, hath given her To me for such an abstract of perfection Quickness of apprehension, with choice man With zeal and vehemence; and even when, Cox. Pray you, have patience. This was strangely carried.-Ha! are we trifled with? Dare they do this? Is Cozimo's fury, that And crush them with the tempest of my wrath To command others, that knows not to use it, And with all rigour. Yet my stern looks shall not He does appear, but much transformed from what He was when he came hither. Cal. I confess I am not very wise; and yet I find A fool, so he be parcel knave, in court May flourish and grow rich, Giov. Calandrino! Cal. Peace! I'm in contemplation. Giov. Don't you know me? Cal. I tell thee, no; on forfeit of my place, I must not know myself, much less my father, But by petition: that petition lined, too, With golden birds, that sing to the tune of profit, Giov. But you've your sense of feeling. To the making up of a signior. My spruce ruff, My quondam fellows, but saw me as I am! For instantly you must thither, Cal. My grand signior, Vouchsafe a bezolus manus, and a cringe Giov. You must ride post with letters Cal. An' it please your grace, Shall I use my coach, or foot-cloth mule? You are to make all speed; think not of pomp. Giov. Follow for your instructions, sirrah! Cal. I have one suit to you, My good lord. Sun, What is it? Cal. That you would give me A subtle court-charm, to defend me from Giov. What's the reasou? Cal. Why, as this court-air taught me knavisk wit, By which I am grown rich; if that again Should turn me fool and honest-vain hopes, farewell, For I must die a beggar. San. Go to, sirrah! You'll be whipped for this. Giov. Leave fooling, and attend us. [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT IV. Enter CAROLO CHAROMONTE, and LYDIA. Car. DAUGHTER, I have observed, since the prince left us, Whose absence I mourn with you, and the visit Lyd. For the count, sir, All thought of him does with his person die; To convey a kiss from my lips to the cover of Your foot, dear signior. Car. Fie, you stoop too low, sir. Cal. The hem of your vestment, lady. Your glove is for princes; Nay, I have conned [Claps him on the shoulder. Caup. When shall we learn such gambols in our villa? Lyd. Sure, he's mad. And then I'm for you. Caup. We will want no wine. [Exeunt. Lyd. [Alone.] That this comes only from the best of princes, With a kind of adoration does command me [Kissing the letter. |