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 The great Duke of Florence. A comicall historie. As it hath beene often presented with good allowance by her Maties Servants at the Phœnix in Drurie Lane. Written by Philip Massinger. Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640. [80] p. Printed [by Miles Flesher] for John Marriot, London : 1636. 1627

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THE GREAT DVKE OF FLORENCE .

A Comicall Historie .

As it hath beene often presented with good allowance by her Maties Servants at the Phoenix in Drurie Lane .

Written by PHILIP MASSINGER .

LONDON : Printed for JOHN MARRIOT . 1636 .

The Actors names . COzimo , Duke of Florence . Giovanni , Nephew to the Duke . Lodovico Sanazarro , the Dukes Favorite . Carolo Charomonte , Giovanni his Tutor . Contarino , Secretary to the Duke . Counsailors of State . Alphonso , Hippolito , Hieronimo , Calandrino , A merrie fellow servant to Giovanni . Servants to Carolo Charomonte . Bernardo , Caponi , Petruchio , Fiorinda , Dutchesse of Urbin . Lidia , daughter to Carolo Charomonte Calaminta , Servant to Fiorinda . Petronella , Servant to Lidia .
TO THE TRULY HONORED , AND MY NOBLE Favourer , Sir ROBERT WISEMAN Knight , of Thorrells Hall in ESSEX . SIR :

AS I dare not be ungratefull for the many benefits you have heretofore conferr'd upon me , so I have just reason to feare that my attempting this way to make satisfaction ( in some measure ) for so due a debt , will further ingage me . However examples encourage me . The most able in my poore Quality have made use of Dedications in this Nature , to make the world take notice ( as farre as in them lay ) who , and what they were that gave supportment , and protection to their Studies , being more willing to publish the Dooer , then receive a benefit in a corner . For my selfe , I wil freely , and with a zealous thankfulnesse acknowledge , that for many yeares I had but faintly subsisted , if I had not often tasted of your Bounty . But it is above my strength , and faculties , to celebrate to the desert , your noble inclination , ( and that made actuall ) to raise up , or to speak more properly , to rebuild the ruines of demolish'd Poesie . But that is a worke reserved , and will be , no doubt , undertaken , and finished , by one that can to the life expresse it . Accept I beseech you the tender of my service , and in the list of those you have obliged to you , contemne not the Name of

Your true and faithfull Honorer PHILIP MASSINGER .
On his great Duke of Florence ; To Mr. PHILIP MASSINGER , my much esteemed friend . ENjoy thy Lawrell ! 't is a noble choice , Not by the suffrages of voice Procur'd ; but by a conquest so atchiev'd As that thou hast at full reliev'd Almost neglected Poetrie ; whose Bayes ( Sullid by childish thirst of praise ) Wither'd into a dulnesse of Despaire , Had not thy later labour ( heire Vnto a former industrie ) made knowne This Work , which thou may'st call thine owne , So rich in worth , that th' ignorant may grudge To finde true vertue is become their Iudge . GEORGE DONNE .
To the deserving memory , of this worthy Worke , and the Author , Mr. PHILIP MASSINGER . ACtion gives many Poems right to live , This Piece gave life to Action ; and will give For state , and language , in each change of Age , To Time , delight ; and honour to the stage . Should late prescription faile which fames that Seat , This Pen , might style The Duke of Florence Great . Let many Write ; Let much be Printed ; read , And censur'd ; Toyes ; no sooner-hatch't , then dead . Here , without blush to Truth of commendation , Is prov'd , how Art hath out-gone Imitation . IOHN FORD .
A COMICAL HISTORY OF THE GREAT DVKE OF FLORENCE .
Actus primi Scena prima . Carolo Charomonte . Contarino . Carolo. YOu bring your welcome with you . Contarino . Sir , I finde it In every circumstance . Carolo. Againe most welcome . Yet give me leave to wish ( and pray you excuse mee ) For I must use the freedome I was borne with ) The great Dukes pleasure had commanded you To my poore house upon some other service , Not this you are designde to ; but his will Must be obeyde , how ere it ravish from me The happy conversation of one As deere to me as the old Romans held Their houshold Lars , whom they beleev'd had power To blesse and guard their Families . Contarino . 'T is receiv'd so : On my part Signior ; nor can the Duke But promise to himselfe as much as may Be hop'd for from a Nephew . And t' were weaknesse In any man to doubt , that Giovanni Train'd up by your experience and care In all those Arts peculiar , and proper To future Greatnesse , of necessity Must in his actions being growne a man Make good the Princely education Which Hee deriv'd from you . Carolo. I have discharg'd , To the utmost of my power , the trust the Duke Committed to me , and with joy perceive The seed of my endeavours was not sowen Upon the barren sands , but fruitfull glebe , Which yeelds a large encrease ; my noble Charge , By his sharp wit , and pregnant apprehension Instructing those that teach him ; making use Not in a vulgar and pedantique forme Of what 's read to him , but 't is streight digested And truly made his owne . His grave discourse , In one no more indebted unto yeares , Amazes such as heare him ; horsmanship And skill to use his weapon are by practise Familiar to him ; as for Knowledge in Musique , He needs it not , it being borne with him , All that He speaks being with such grace deliver'd That it makes perfit harmony . Contarino . You describe A wonder to me . Carolo. Sir , he is no lesse , And that there may be nothing wanting that May render him compleat , the sweetnesse of His disposition so winnes on all Appointed to attend him , that they are Rivalls ev'n in the coursest office , who Shall get praecedencie to doe him service . Which they esteeme a greater happinesse Then if they had beene fashion'd , and built up To hold command o're others . Contarino . And what place Does he now blesse with his presence ? Carolo. He is now Running at the ring , at which he 's excellent . He does alott for every exercise A severall houre , for Sloath the Nurse of vices And rust of action , is a stranger to him . But I feare I am tedious , let us passe If you please to some other subject , though I cannot Deliver him as he deserves . Contarino . You have giv'n him A noble character . Carolo. And how I pray you ( For we that never looke beyond our villa's Must be inquisitive ) are State affaires Carried in Court ? Contarino . There 's little alteration . Some rise , and others fall ; as it stands with The pleasure of the Duke , their great disposer . Carolo. Does Lodovica Sanazarro hold Waight , and grace with him ? Contarino . Every day new honours Are showr'd upon him , and without the envie Of such as are good men . Since all confesse The service done our Master in his warres 'Gainst Pisa , and Sienna , may with justice Claime what 's conferr'd upon him . Carolo. 'T is said nobly . For Princes never more make knowne their wisdome Then when they cherish goodnesse , where they finde it , They being men , and not Gods , Contarino ; They can give wealth and titles , but no vertues ; That is without their power . When they advance ( Not out of judgement , but deceiving fancie ) An undeserving man , how ere set of With all the trim of greatnesse , state , and power , And of a creature ev'n growne terrible To him from whom he tooke his Gyant forme , This thing is still a Comet , no true starre ; And when the bounties feeding his false fire Begin to faile , will of it selfe goe out , And what was dreadfull , prooves ridiculous . But in our Sanazarro 't is not so . He being pure and tride gold , and any stamp Of grace to make him currant to the world The Duke is pleas'd to give him , will adde honor To the great bestower , for he though allow'd Companion to his Master , still preserves His Majestie in full lustre . Contarino . Hee indeede At no part does take from it , but becomes A partner of his cares , and eases him , With willing shoulders , of a burthen , which Hee should alone sustaine . Carolo. Is Hee yet married ? Contarino . No Signior , still a Batchelor , how e're It is apparent , that the choycest Virgin For beauty , bravery , and wealth in Florence , Would with her Parents glad consent , be woon ( Were his affection , and intent but knowne ) To be at his devotion . Carolo. So I think too . Enter Giovanni & Calandrino . But break we off . Here comes my Princely charge . Make your approaches boldly , you will finde A courteous entertainment . Giovanni . Pray you forbeare My hand , good Signior . 'T is a ceremony Not due to me . 'T is fit we should embrace With mutuall armes . Contarino . It is a favour Sir I grieve to be denide . Giovanni . You shall o're-come . But t is your pleasure , not my pride that grants it . Nay pray you Guardian , and good Sir , put on : How ill it shewes to have that reverend head Be uncover'd to a Boy ? Carolo. Your Excellence Must give me liberty to observe the distance And duty that I owe you . Giovanni . Owe me duty ? I doe professe , and when I' doe denie it Good fortune leave me ; You have beene to me A second Father , and may justly challenge ( For trayning up my youth in Arts , and Armes ) As much respect , and service , as was due To him that gave me life . And did you know Sir Or will beleeve from me , how many sleepes Good Charomonte hath broken in his care To build me up a man , you must confesse Chiron the Tutor to the great Achilles Compar'd with him , deserves not to be nam'd . And if my gracious Uncle the great Duke Still holds me worthy his consideration , Or findes in me ought worthy to be lov'd , That little rivolet flow'd from this spring , And so from me report him . Contarino . Fame already Hath fill'd his Highnesse eares with the true story Of what you are , and how much better'd by him . And 't is his purpose to reward the travaile Of this grave Sir with a magnificent hand . For though his tendernesse hardly could consent To have you one houre absent from his sight , For full three yeares he did denie himselfe The pleasure Hee tooke in you , that you , here From this great Master might arrive unto The Theory of those high mysteries Which you by action must make plaine in Court . 'T is therefore his request ( and that from him Your Excellence must grant a strict command ) That instantly ( it being not five houres riding ) You should take horse , and visit him . These his letters Will yeeld you farther reasons . Calandrino . To the Court ! Farewell the flower then of the Countries garland . This is our Sunne , and when Hee 's set , we must not Expect or Spring , or Summer , but resolve For a perpetuall Winter . Carolo. Pray you observe Giovanni reading the Letter . The frequent changes in his face . Contarino . As if His much unwillingnesse to leave your house , Contended with his duty . Carolo. Now he appeares Collected and resolv'd . Giovanni . It is the Duke ! The Duke upon whose favour , all my hopes And fortunes doe depend . Nor must I check At his commands for any private motives That doe invite my stay here , though they are Almost not to be master'd . My obedience In my departing suddenly shall confirme I am his Highnesse creature . Yet I hope A little stay to take a solemne farewell For all those ravishing pleasures I have tasted In this my sweet retirement , from my Guardian , And his incomparable daughter , cannot meete An ill construction . Contarino . I will answer that , Use your owne will . Giovanni . I would speake to your Sir In such a phrase as might expresse the thanks My heart would gladly pay . But . — Carolo. I conceive you : And something I would say , but I must doe it In that dumb rhetorique , which you make use of ; For I doe wish you all . — I know not how My toughnesse melts , and spite of my discretion I must turne woman . Contarino . What a sympathic There is betweene em . Calandrino . Were I on the Rack I could not shed a teare . But I am mad , And ten to one shall hang my selfe for sorrow Before I shift my shirt . But heare you Sir , I 'll separate you . When you are gone , what will Become of me ? Giovan. Why thou shalt to Court with me . Calandrino . To see you worried ? Contarino . Worried Calandrino ? Caland. Yes Sir . For bring this sweet face to the Court There will be such a longing 'mong the Madames , Who shall ingrosse it first , nay fight and scratch for 't , That if they be not stop'd , for entertainment They 'll kisse his lips off . Nay , if you 'll soape so And not be tempted to a farther danger , These Succube are so sharp set , that you must Give out you are an Eunuch . Contarino . Have a better Opinion of Court-Ladies , and take care Of your owne stake . Calandrino . For my stake 't is past caring , I would not have a bird of uncleane feathers Hansell his Limetwig , and so much for him . There 's something else that troubles me . Contarino . What 's that ? Caland. Why how to behave my self in Court , & tytely I have beene told the very place transformes men , And that not one of a thousand , that before Liv'd honestly in the Country , on plaine Sallads , But bring him thither , marke me that , and feed him But a moneth or two with Custards and Court Cakebread , And he turnes Knave immediately . I would be honest ; But I must follow the fashion , or die a beggar . Giovanni . And if I ever reach my hopes , beleeve it We will share fortunes . Carolo. This acknowledgement Enter Lidia . Bindes me your debtor ever . Here comes one In whose sad lookes you easily may reade What her heart suffers , in that she is forc'd To take her last leave of you . Contarino . As I live A beauty without parallel Lidia . Must you goo then So suddenly ? Giovanni . There 's no evasion , Lydia , To gaine the least delay , though I would buy it At any rate . Greatnesse with private men Esteem'd a blessing , is to me a curse . And we , whom for our high births , they conclude The onely free men , are the onely slaves : Happy the golden meane I had I beene borne In a poore sordid Cottage ; not nurs'd up With expectation to command a Court : I might , like such of your condition ( Sweetest ) Have tooke a safe and middle course , and not As I am now against my choyse compell'd Or to lye groveling on the earth , or rais'd So high upon the pinnacles of State , That I must either keepe my height with danger , Or fall with certaine ruine . Lidia . Your owne goodnesse Will be your faithfull guard . Giovanni . O Lidia . Contarino . So passionate ! Giovanni . For had I beene your equall I might have seene and lik'd with mine own eyes , And not as now with others ; I might still , And without observation , or envie , As I have done , continued my delights With you , that are alone in my esteeme The abstract of Society ; we might walke In solitary Groves , or in choyce Gardens ; From the variety of curious flowers Contemplate natures workmanship , and wonders . And then for change , neare to the murmur of Some bubling fountaine , I might heare you sing , And from the well-tun'd accents of your tongue In my imagination conceive With what mellodious harmony a Quire Of Angells sing above , their Makers praises . And then with chast discourse , as we return'd , Impe feathers to the broken wings of Time , And all this I must part from . Contarino . You forget The hast impos'd upon us . Giovanni . One word more And then I come . And after this , when with Continued innocence , of love , and service , I had growne ripe for Hymenaeall joyes Embracing you , but with a lawfull flame I might have beene your husband . Lidia . Sir , I was And ever am your servant , but it was , And 't is farre from me , in a thought to cherish Such sawcie hopes : If I had beene the heire Of all the Globes and Scepters mankind bowes to , At my best you had deserv'd me ; as I am How e're unworthy , in my virgin zeale I wish you as a partner of your bed , A Princesse equall to you , such a one That may make it the study of her life , With all th' obedience of a wife to please you . May you have happy issue , and I live To be their humblest handmayde . Giovanni . I am dumb , And can make no reply . Contarino . Your Excellence Will be benighted . Giovanni . This kisse bath'd in teares May learne you what I should say . Lidia . Give me leave To wayt on you to your horse . Carolo. And me to bring you To the one halfe of your journey . Giovanni . Your love puts Your age to too much trouble . Carolo. I grow young When most I serve you . Conta. Sir , the Duke shal thank you . Exeunt omnes .
Actus primi Scaena secunda . Alphonso , Hippolito , Hieronimo , with a Petition . Alphonso . HIs Highnesse cannot take it ill . Hippolito . However , We with our duties shall expresse our care For the safety of his Dukedome . Hieronimo . And our loves Enter Cozimo the Duke . To his person . Here he comes . Present it boldly . Cozimo . What needs this form ? we are not grown so proud As to disdaine familiar conference With such as are to counsaile , and direct us . This kinde of adoration shew'd not well In the old Roman Emperors , who forgetting That they were flesh & blood , would be styl'd gods , In us to suffer it were worse . Pray you rise . Still the old suit , with too much curiousnesse Reades . You have too often search'd this wound , which yeelds Security and rest , not trouble to me . For here you grieve , that my firme resolution Continues me a Widdower ; and that My want of issue to succeede me in My government , when I am dead , may breed Distraction in the State , and make the name And family of the Medices , now admir'd , Contemptible . Hippolito . And with strong reasons Sir . Alphonso . For were you old and past hope to beget The modell of your selfe ; we should be silent . Hieronimo . But being in your height and pride of yeeres As you are now great Sir , and having too In your possession the daughter of The deceas'd Duke of Vrbin , and his heire , Whose Guardian you are made , were you but pleas'd To think her worthy of you , besides children The Dukedome she brings with her for a dower , Will yeeld a large encrease of strength and power To those faire territories , which already Acknowledge you their absolute Lord . Cozimo . You presse us With solid arguments we grant , and though We stand not bound to yeeld account to any Why we doe this or that ( the full consent Of our Subjects being included in our Will ) We out of our free bounties will deliver The motives that divert us . You well know That three yeeres since to our much griefe , we lost Our Dutches , such a Dutches , that the world In her whole course of life , yeelds not a Lady That can with imitation deserve To be her second : in her grave we buried All thoughts of woman : let this satisfie For any second marriage . Now whereas You name the heire of Vrbin , as a Princesse Of great revenues , 't is confess'd she is so ; But for some causes private to our selfe , We have dispos'd her otherwise . Yet despaire not , For you ere long with joy shall understand , That in our Princely care we have provided One worthy to succeed us . Enter Lodovico Sanazarro . Hippolito . We submit , And hold the counsailes of great Cozimo Oraculous . Cozimo . My Sanazaro . Nay , Forbeare all ceremony . You looke sprightly friend , And promise in your cleare aspect some novell That may delight us . Sanazarro . O Sir , I would not be The Harbinger of ought that might distast you . And therefore know ( for 't were a sinne to torture Your Highnesse expectation ) your Vice-Admirall By my directions hath surpriz'd the Gallies Appointed to transport the Asian tribute Of the great Turke , a richer Prize was never Brought into Florence . Cozimo . Still my Nightingale , That with sweet accents doest assure me , that My Spring of happinesse comes fast upon me . Embrace me boldly . I pronounce that wretch An enemy to brave and thriving action , That dares beleeve , but in a thought , we are Too prodigall in our favours to this man , Whose merits , though with him we should devide Our Dukedome , still continuous his debtor . Hippolito . 'T is farre from me . Alphonso . We all applaud it . Cozimo . Nay , blush not Sanazarro , we are proud Of what we build up in thee , nor can our Election be disparag'd ; since we have not Receiv'd into our bosome and our grace A glorious lazie Droane , growne fat with feeding On others toyle , but an industrious Bee That crops the sweet flowers of our enemies , And every happy evening returnes Loaden with wax and hony to our Hive . Sanazarro . My best endevours never can discharge The service I should pay . Enter Giovanni and Contarino . Cozimo . Thou art too modest , But we will study how to give , and when , Before it be demanded . Giovanni ! My Nephew ; let me eye thee better Boy . In thee me thinks my Sister lives againe : For her love I will be a Father to thee , For thou art my adopted Sonne . Giovanni . Your Servant And humblest Subject . Cozimo . Thy hard travaile Nephew Requires soft rest , and therefore we forbeare For the present an account , how thou hast spent Thy absent houres . See Signiors , see , our care Without a second bed provides you of A hopefull Prince . Carrie him to his Lodgings , And for his farther honour Sanazarro With the rest doe you attend him . Giovanni . All true pleasures Circle your Highnesse . Sanazarro . As the rising Sunne We doe receive you . Giovan. May this never set , Exeunt Giovanni , Sanazarro , Hieronimo , Alphonso , Lodovico , Cozimo . But shine upon you ever . Cozimo . Contarino ! Contarino . My gracious Lord . Cozimo . What entertainment found you From Carolo de Charamonte ? Contarino . Free And bountifull . He 's ever like himselfe Noble and hospitable . Cozimo . But did my Nephew Depart thence willingly ? Contarino . He obey'd your summons As did become him . Yet it was apparent But that he durst not crosse your will , he would Have sojourn'd longer there , he ever finding Variety of sweetest entertainment ; But there was something else , nor can I blame His youth , though with some trouble he took leave Of such a sweet companion . Cozimo . Who was it ? Contarino . The daughter sir of Signior Carolo , Faire Lidia , a virgin at all parts , But in her birth and fortunes , equall to him . The rarest beauties Italy can make boast of , Are but meere shadowes to her , she the substance Of all perfection . And what encreases The wonder Sir , Her bodies matchlesse forme Is better'd by the purenesse of her soule . Such sweet discourse , such ravishing behaviour ; Such charming language , such inchanting manners , With a simplicity that shames all Courtship , Flow hourely from her , that I doe beleeve Had Circe , or Calipso her sweet graces , Wandring Vlisses never had remembred Penelope , or Ithaca . Cozimo . Be not rap'd so . Contarino . Your Excellence would be so had you seen her Cozimo . Take up . Take up . But did your observation Note any passage of affection Betweene her and my Nephew ? Contarino . How it should Be otherwise betweene 'em , is beyond My best imagination . Cupids arrowes Were uselesse there , for of necessity Their yeeres and dispositions doe accord so They must wound one another . Cozimo . Umh ! Thou art My Secretary Contarino , and more skill'd In politique designes of State , then in Thy iudgement of a beauty ; give me leave In this to doubt it . Here . Goe to my Cabinet , You shal find there Letters newly receiv'd touching the state of Vrbin . Pray you with care peruse them , leave the search Of this to us . Contarino . I doe obey in all things . Exit Contarino . Cozimo . Lydia ! A Diamond so long conceal'd , And never worne in Court ! of such sweet feature ? And he on whom I fixe my Dukedomes hopes , Made Captive to it ! Vmh ! 't is somewhat strange , Our eyes are every where , and we will make A strict enquiry , Sanazarro ! Enter Sanazarro . Sanazarro . Sir ! Cozimo . Is my Nephew at his rest ? Sanazarro . I saw him in bed Sir . Cozimo . 'T is well , and does the Princes Fiorinda ( Nay , doe not blush , she is rich Vrbins heire ) Continue constant in her favours to you ? Sanazarro . Dread sir , she may dispense them as she pleases , But I looke up to her as on a Princesse I dare not be ambitious of , and hope Her prodigall graces shall not render me Offended to your Highnesse . Cozimo . Not a scruple . He whom I favour as I doe my friend , May take all lawfull graces that become him . But touching this hereafter ; I have now ( And though perhaps it may appear or trifle ) Serious imployment for thee . Sanazar. I stand ready For any act you please . Cozimo . I know it friend , Have you ne're heard of Lidia the daughter Of Carolo Charamonte ? Sanazar. Him I know sir For a noble Gentleman , and my worthy friend , But never heard of her . Cozimo . She is deliver'd And feelingly to us by Contarino For a master-peece in nature , I would have you Ride suddenly thither to behold this wonder : But not as sent by us , that 's our first caution : The second is , and carefully observe it , That though you are a Batchelor , & endow'd with All those perfections that may take a virgin , On forfeit of our favour doe not tempt her . It may be her faire graces doe concerne us . Pretend what businesse you think fit , to gaine Accesse into her Fathers house , and there Make full discovery of her , and returne me A true relation , I have some ends in it With which we will acquaint you . Sanazar. This is Sir An easie taske . Cozimo . Yet one that must exact Your secrecie , and diligence . Let not Your stay be long . Sanazar. It shall not sir . Cozimo . Farewell , And be , as you would keepe our favour , carefull .
Finis Actus primi .
Actus secundi Scaena prima . Fiorinda . Calaminta . Fiorinda . HOw does this dressing show ? Calaminta . 'T is of itselfe Curious and rare : but borrowing ornament As it does from your Grace , that daines to weare it , Incomparable . Fiorinda . Thou flatter'st me . Calaminta . I cannot , Your Excellence is above it . Fiorinda . Were we lesse perfect , Yet being as we are an absolute Princesse , We of necessity must be chast , wise , faire , By our prerogative . Yet all these faile To move where I would have them . How receiv'd Count Sanazarro the rich Scarfe I sent him For his last Visit ? Calaminta . With much reverence , I dare not say affection . He express'd More ceremonie in his humble thanks Then feeling of the favour ; and appear'd Wilfully ignorant in my opinion Of what it did invite him to . Fiorinda . No matter , He 's blinde with too much light . Have you not heard Of any private Mistresse he 's ingag'd to ? Calaminta . Not any , and this does amaze me Madame , That he , a Souldier , one that drinks rich wines , Feedes high , and promises as much as Venus Could wish to finde from Mars , should in his manners Be so averse to women . Fiorinda . Troth I know not , He 's man enough , and if he has a haunt , He preyes farre off like a subtill Fox . Calaminta . And that way I doe suspect him . For I learnt last night ( When the great Duke went to rest ) attended by One private follower , he tooke horse , but whither He 's rid , or to what end I cannot guesse at , But I will finde it out . Fiorinda . Doe faithfull servant , Enter Calandrino . We would not be abus'd . Who have we here ? Calaminta . How the foole stares ? Fiorinda . And lookes as if he were Conning his neck-verse . Calandrino . If I now proove perfect In my A. B. C. of Courtship , Calandrino Is made for ever , I am sent ; let me see , On a how doe you , as they call 't . Calaminta . What would'st thou say ? Calan. Let me see thy notes . These are her lodgings . Well . Calaminta . Art thou an Asse ? Caland. Peace , thou art a Court wagtaile Calandrino still looking on his instructions . Fi. o. rin . da . To interrupt me . Fiorinda . He has giv'n it you . Calandrino . And then say to th' illustrious I have it . Which is she ? Calaminta . Why this ; Fopdoodle . Calan. Leave chattering Bulfinch : you would put me out , But 't will not doe . Then after you have made Your three obeysances to her , kneele and kisse The skirt of Gowne . I am glad it is no worse . Calaminta . And why so sir ? Calandrino . Because I was afraid That after the Italian garbe I should Have kiss'd her backward . Calaminta . This is sport unlook'd for . Calandrino . Are you the Princesse ? Fiorinda . Yes sir . Calandrino . Then stand faire ( For I am cholerick ) and doe not nip A hopefull blosome . Out againe . Three low Reades . Obeysances . Fiorinda . I am ready . Calandrino . I come on then . Calaminta . With much formality . Makes Antique curtesies . Calandrino . Umph . One . two . three . Thus farre I am right . Now for the last . O rare ! Shee is perfum'd all over ! Sure great women Instead of little dogges are priviledg'd To carrie Musk Cats . Fiorinda . Now the ceremony Is pass'd , what is the substance ? Calandrino . I 'll peruse My instructions , and then tell you : Her skirt kiss'd , Informe her Highnesse , that your Lord , Calaminta . Who 's that ? Calandrino . Prince Giovanni , who entreates your Grace , That he with your good favour may have leave To present his service to you . I think I have nick'd it For a Courtier of the first forme . Fiorinda . To my wonder : Enter Giovanni and a Gentleman . Returne unto the Prince : but he prevents My answer . Calaminta take him off , And for the neate delivery of his message Give him ten Duccats , such rare parts as yours Are to be cherish'd . Calandrino . We will share . I know It is the custome of the Court , when ten Are promis'd , five is faire . Fie , fie , the Princesse Shall never know it , so you dispatch me quickly , And bid me not come to morrow . Calaminta . Very good sir . Exeunt Calandrino and Calaminta . Giovanni . Pray you friend Informe the Duke I am putting into act What he commanded . Gentleman . I am proud to be imploy'd sir . Exit Gentleman . They salute . Giovan. Madam , that without warrant I presume To trench upon your Privacies , may argue Rudenesse of manners . But the free accesse Your Princely courtesie vouchsafes to all That come to pay their services , gives me hope To finde a gracious pardon . Fiorinda . If you please , not To make that an offence in your construction , Which I receive as a large favour from you , There needes not this Apologie . Giovanni . You continue As you were ever , the greatest Mistresse of Faire entertainment . Fiorinda . You are Sir the Master , And in the Country have learnt to out-doe All that in Court is practis'd . But why should we Talke at such distance ? You are welcome sir . We have beene more familiar , and since You wil impose the Province , you should governe , Of boldnesse on me , give me leave to say You are too punctuall . Sit sir , and discourse As we were us'd . Giovanni . Your Excellence knowes so well How to command , that I can never erre When I obey you . Fiorinda . Nay , no more of this . You shall o'recome ; no more I pray you sir . And what delights , Pray you be liberall In your relation , hath the Country life Afforded you ? Giovanni . All pleasures gracious Madame , But the happinesse to converse with your sweet vertues . I had a grave Instructer , and my houres Design'd to serious Studies yeelded me Pleasure with profit in the knowledge of What before I was ignorant in . The Signior Carolode Charomonte being skilfull To guide me through the labyrinth of wilde passions , That labour'd to imprison my free soule A slave to vitious Sloath . Fiorinda . You speake him well . Giovanni . But short of his deserts . Then for the time Of recreation I was allow'd ( Against the forme follow'd by jealous Parents In Italy ) full liberty to pertake His daughters sweet society . She 's a virgin Happy in all endowments , which a Poet Could fancie in his Mistresse : being her selfe A Schoole of goodnesse , where chast Mayds may learne ( Without the aydes of forraigne Principles ) By the example of her life and purenesse To be as she is , excellent . I but give you A briefe Epitome of her vertues , which Dilated on at large , and to their merit , Would make an ample Story . Fiorinda . Your whole age So spent with such a Father , and a Daughter , Could not be tedious to you . Giovanni . True great Princesse : And now since you have pleas'd to grant the hearing Of my times expence in the Country , give me leave To entreate the favour , to be made acquainted What service , or what objects in the Court Have in your Excellence acceptance , prov'd Most gracious to you ? Fiorinda . I 'll meete your demand , And make a plaine discovery . The Dukes care For my estate and person holds the first And choycest place . Then the respect the Courtiers Pay gladly to me , not to be contemn'd . But that which rais'd in me the most delight ( For I am a friend to valour ) was to heare The noble actions truly reported Of the brave Count Sanazarro . I professe When it hath beene , and fervently deliver'd . How boldly in the horror of a fight Cover'd with fire and smoake , and as if nature Had lent him wings , like lightning he hath falne Upon the Turkish Gallies , I have heard it With a kinde of pleasure , which hath whisper'd to me This Worthy must be cherish'd . Giovanni . 'T was a bounty You never can repent . Fiorinda . I glory in it . And when he did returne ( but still with conquest ) His Armour off not young Antinous Appear'd more Courtly ; all the Graces that Render a mans Society deere to Ladies , Like Pages wayting on him , and it does Worke strangely on me . Giovanni . To divert your thoughts Though they are fixt upon a noble subject , I am a suitor to you . Fiorinda . You will aske I doe presume , what I may grant , and then It must not be deni'd . Giovanni . It is a favour For which I hope your Excellence will thank me . Fiorinda . Nay , without circumstance . Giovanni . That you would please To take occasion to move the Duke , That you with his allowance may command This matchlesse virgin Lidia ( of whom I cannot speake too much ) to waite upon you . She 's such a one , upon the forfeit of Your good opinion of me , that will not Be a blemish to your trayne . Fiorinda . 'T is ranke ! He loves her ; Aside . But I will fit him with a suit . I pause not As if it bred or doubt or scruple in me To doe what you desire , for I 'll effect it , And make use of a faire and fit occasion . Yet in returne I aske a boone of you , And hope to finde you , in your grant to me As I have beene to you . Giovanni . Command me Madame . Fiorinda . 'T is neere allyde to yours . That you would be A Suitor to the Duke , not to expose ( After so many trialls of his faith ) The noble Sanazarro to all dangers , As if he were a wall to stand the furie Of a perpetuall batterie : but now To grant him after his long labours , rest And liberty to live in Court , his Armes And his victorious sword and shield hung up For monuments . Giovan. Umph . I 'll embrace faire Princea Enter Cozimo . The soonest oportunity . The Duke ! Cozimo . Nay , blush not ; we smile on your privacie , And come not to disturbe you . You are equalls , And without prejudice to eithers Honors . May make a mutuall change of love and Courtship , Till you are made one , and with holy rites , And we give suffrage to it . Giovanni . You are gracious . Cozimo . To our selfe in this . But now break off . Too much Taken at once of the most curious viands Dulls the sharp edge of appetite . We are now For other sports , in which our pleasure is That you shall keepe us company . Fiorinda . We attend you . Exeunt .
Actus secundi Scaena secunda . Bernardo . Caponi . Petruchio . Bernardo . IS my Lord stirring ? Caponi . No ; He 's fast . Petruchio . Let us take then Our morning draught . Such as eate store of Beefe , Mutton , and Capons , may preserve their healths With that thin composition call'd small Beere , As 't is said they doe in England . But Italians That think when they have sup'd upon an Olive , A Root , or bunch of Raysins , 't is a Feast , Must kill those crudities , rising from cold hearbs , With hot and lusty wines . Caponi . A happinesse Those Tramontaines ne're tasted . Bernardo . Have they not Store of wine there ? Caponi . Yes , and drink more in two houres Then the Dutchmen , or the Dane in foure and twenty . Petru. But what is 't ? French trash , made of rotten grapes And dregs , and lees of Spaine , with Welch Metheglyn , A drench to kill a horse , but this pure Nectar Being proper to our climate , is too fine To brook the roughnesse of the Sea . The spirit Of this begets in us quick apprehensions And active executions , whereas their Grosse feeding makes their understanding like it . They can fight , and that 's their all . They drink . Sanazarro . Security Enter Sanazarro . A servant . Dwells about this house I think , the gate 's wide open , And not a servant stirring . See the horses Set up , and cloath'd . Servant . I shall Sir . Sanazarro . I 'll make bold To presse a little further . Bernardo . Who is this , Count Sanazarro ? Petruchio . Yes , I know him . Quickly Remove the Flaggon . Sanazarro . A good day to you friends . Nay , doe not conceale your Physick , I approve it , And if you please will be a Patient with you . Petruchio . My noble Lord . Drinks . Sanazarro . A health to yours . Well done , I see you love your selves . And I commend you 'T is the best wisedome . Petruchio . May it please your Honour To walk a turne in the Gallery , I ll acquaint My Lord with your being here . Exit Petruchio . Sanazarro . Tell him I come For a Visit onely . 'T is a hansome pile this . Exit Sanazarro . Caponi . Why here is a brave fellow , and a right one , Nor wealth , nor greatnesse makes him proud . Bernar. There are too few of them , for most of our new Courtlers ( Whose Fathers were familiar with the prices Of oyle , and corne , with when and to where to vent 'em ) And left their heires rich from their knowledge that way ) Like gourds shot up in a night , disclaine to speake But to cloath of Tissue . Ent. Car. Charom . in a night-Gown . Petruchio following . Carol. Stand you prating , knaves , When such a guest is under my roofe ? See all The roomes perfum'd . This is the man that carries The sway , and swinge of the Court ; and I had rather Preserve him mine with honest offices , then . — But I 'll make no comparisons . Bid my daughter Trim her selfe up to the height , I know this Courtier Must have a smack at her , and perhaps by his place Expects to wriggle further . If he does I shall deceive his hopes , for I 'll not taint My Honour for the Dukedome . Which way went he ? Caponi . To the round Gallerie . Carolo. I will entertaine him . As fits his worth , and quality , but no farther . Exeunt :
Actus secundi Scaena tertia . Sanazarro solus . Sanazarro . I Cannot apprehend , yet I have argu'd All wayes I can imagine , for what reasons The great Duke does imploy me hither , and What does encrease the miracle , I must render A strict and true account , at my returne Of Lidia this Lords daughter , and describe In what she 's excellent , and where defective . 'T is a hard task ; he that will undergoe To make a judgement of a womans beauty , And see through all her plaistrings , and paintings , Had neede of Linceus eyes , and with more ease May looke like him through nine mud walls , then make A true discovery of her . But th' intents And secrets of my Princes heart must be Serv'd and not search'd into . Enter Carolo Charomonte . Carolo. Most noble Sir Excuse my age subject to ease , and Sloath , That with no greater speed I have presented My service with your welcome . Sanazarro 'T is more fit That I should aske your pardon for disturbing Your restat this unseasonable houre . But my occasions carrying me so neere Your hospitable house , my stay being short to ; Your goodnesse , and the name of friend , which you Are pleas'd to grace me with , gave me assurance A Visit would not offend . Carolo. Offend my Lord ? I feele my selfe much younger for the favour . How is it with our gracious Master ? Sanazarro . He Sir Holds still his wonted Greatnesse , and confesses Himselfe your debtor , for your love , and care To the Prince Giovanni , and had sent Particular thanks by me , had his Grace knowne , The quick dispatch of what I was design'd to Would have licenc'd me to see you . Carolo. I am rich In his acknowledgement . Sanazarro . Sir , I have heard Your happinesse in a daughter . Carolo. Sits the winde there ? Sanazarro . Fame gives her out for a rare master-peece . Carolo. 'T is a plaine Village Girle Sir , but obedient , That 's her best beauty Sir . Sanazarro . Let my desire To see her , finde a faire construction from you , I bring no loose thought with me . Carolo. You are that way My Lord free from suspition . Her owne manners ( Without an imposition from me ) Enter Lidia and Petronella . I hope will prompt her to it . As she is She 's come to make a tender of that service Which she stands bound to pay . Sanazarro . With your faire leave I make bold to salute you . Lidia . Sir , I , you have it . Petronella . I am her Gentlewoman , wil he not kisse me to ? This is course ifaith . Carolo. How he falls off ! Lidia . My Lord , though silence best becomes a Mayde , And to be curious to know but what concernes my selfe , and with becomming distance , May argue me of boldnesse , I must borrow So much of modesty as to enquire Prince Giovannies health ? Sanazar. Hee cannot want , what you are pleas'd to wish him . Lidia . Would 't were so , And then there is no blessing that can make A hopefull and a noble Prince compleat , But should fall on him . O , he was our North star , The light and pleasure of our eyes . Sanazarro . Where am I ? I feele my selfe another thing ! Can charmes Be writ on such pure Rubies ? Her lips melt Assoone as touch'd ! not those smooth gales that glide O're happy Arabie , or rich Sabaea , Creating in their passage gummes and spices , Can serve for a weake simile to expresse The sweetnesse of her breath . Such a brave stature Homer bestow'd on Pallas , every limbe Proportion'd to it . Carolo. This is strange ; my Lord . Sanaza. I crave your pardon , and yours , matchlesse Mayd , For such I must report you . Petronella . There 's no notice Taken all this while of me . Sanazarro . And I must adde If your discourse and reason parallel The rarenesse of your more then humane forme , You are a wonder . Carolo. Pray you my Lord make triall : She can speak I can assure you , and that my presence May not take from her freedome , I will leave you . For know my Lord , my confidence dares trust her Where , and with whom she pleases . If he be Taken the right way with her , I cannot fancie A better match ; and for false play I know The tricks , and can discerne them . Petronella ! Petronella . Yes my good Lord . Exeunt Carolo and Petronella . Carolo. I have imployment for you . Lidia . What 's your will Sir ? Sanazarro . Madame , you are so large a theame to treat of , And every Grace about you offers to me Such copiousnesse of language , that I stand Doubtfull which first to touch at . If I erre , As in my choyce I may , let me entreat you Before I doe offend , to signe my pardon , Let this the Emblem of your innocence Give me assurance . Lidia . My hand joyn'd to yours Without this superstition confirmes it . Nor neede I feare you will dwell long upon me , The barrennesse of the subject yeelding nothing That Rhetorick with all her tropes and figures Can amplifie . Yet since you are resolv'd To prove your selfe a Courtier in my praise , As I am a woman ( and you men affirme Our sex loves to be flatter'd ) I 'll endure it . Carolo above . Now when you please begin . Turnes from her . Sanazarro . Such Laedas paps were , Down pillowes styl'd by Jove . And their pure whitenesse Shames the Swans Down , or snow . No heat of lust Swells up her Azure veines . And yet I feele That this chast Ice but touch'd fans fire in me . Lidia . You neede not noble Sir be thus transported , Or trouble your invention to expresse Your thought of me : the plainest phrase and language That you can use , will be too high a straine For such an humble Theme . Sanazarro . If the great Duke Made this his end to try my constant temper , Though I am vanquish'd , 't is his fault , not mine . For I am flesh and blood , and have affections Like other men . Who can behold the Temples , Or holy Altars , but the Objects worke Devotion in him ? And I may as well Walke over burning iron with bare feet And be unscorch'd , as looke upon this beauty Without desire , and that desire pursu'd to , Till it be quench'd with the enjoying those Delights , which to atchieve danger is nothing , And loyalty but a word . Lidia . I ne're was proud , Nor can finde I am guilty of a thought Deserving this neglect , and strangenesse from you , Nor am I amorous . Sanazarro . Suppose his Greatnesse Loves her himselfe , why makes he choyce of me To be his agent ? it is tyrannie To call one pinch'd with hunger to a feast , And at that instant cruelly deny him To taste of what he sees . Alleageance Tempted too farre , is like the triall of A good sword on an Anvill ; as that often Flies in peeces without service to the owner ; So trust enforc'd too farre prooves treachery , And is too late repented . Lidia . Pray you Sir , Or licence me to leave you , or deliver The reasons which invite you to command My tedious wayting on you . Carolo. As I live I know not what to think on 't . Is 't his pride , Or his simplicity ? Sanazarro . Whither have my thoughts Carried me from my selfe ? in this my dulnesse , I have lost an oportunity . He turnes to her . She falls off . Lidia . 'T is true , I was not bred in Court , not live a starre there , Nor shine in rich embroderies , and pearle , As they that are the Mistresses of great fortunes , Are every day adorn'd with . Sanazaro . Will you vouchsafe Your eare sweet Lady ? Lidia . Yet I may be bold For my integrity , and fame , to ranke With such as are more glorious . Though I never Did injurie , yet I am sensible When I am contemn'd , and scorn'd . Sanazarro . Will you please to heare me ? Lidia . O the difference of natures . Giovanni , A Prince in expectation , when he liv'd here , Stole courtesie from heaven , and would not to The meanest servant in my Fathers house Have kept such distance . Sanazarro . Pray you doe not think me Unworthy of your eare , it was your beauty That turn'd me statue , I can speake , faire Lady . Lidia . And I can heare . The harshnesse of your Courtship Cannot corrupt my curtesie . Sanazarro . Will you heare me If I speake of love ? Lidia . Provided you be modest , I were uncivill else . Carolo descends . Carolo. They are come to parlee , I must observe this neerer . Sanazarro . You are a rare one , And such ( but that my hast commands me hence ) I could converse with ever . Will you grace me With leave to visit you againe . Lidia . So you At your returne to Court , doe me the favour To make a tender of my humble service To the Prince Giovanni . Sanazarro . Ever touching Upon that string ? And will you give me hope Of future happinesse ? Lidia . That , as I shall finde you . The Fort that 's yeelded at the first assault , Is hardly worth the taking . Enter Carolo . Carolo. O , they are at it . Sanazar. She is a Magazine of all perfection , And 't is death to part from her , yet I must , A parting kisse faire Maid . Lidia . That custome grants you . Carolo. A homely breakfast does attend your Lordship . Such as the place affords . Sanazarro . No , I have feasted Already here , my thanks , and so I leave you . I will see you againe . Till this unhappy houre I was never lost , and what to doe or say I have not yet determin'd , Exit Sanazarro . Carolo. Gone so abruptly ? 'T is very strange . Lidia . Under your favour Sir , His comming hither was to little purpose For any thing I heard from him . Carolo. Take heede Lidia ! I doe advise you with a Fathers love , And tendernesse of your honour : as I would not Have you course and harsh in giving entertainment , So by no meanes be credulous . For great men Till they have gain'd their ends are Giants in Their promises , but those obtain'd , weake Pigmies In their performance . And it is a maxime Alow'd among them , so they may deceive They may sweare any thing ; for the Queen of love As they hold constantly , does never punish , But smile at Lovers perjuries . Yet be wise too , And when you are su'd to in a noble way , Be neither nice , nor scrupulous . Lidia . All you speake Sir I heare as Oracles , nor will digresse From your directions . Carolo. So shall you keepe Your fame untainted . Lidia . As I would my life Sir . Exeunt .
Finis Actus secundi .
Actus tertij Scaena prima . Sanazarro . Servant . Sanaz. LEave the horses with my Groomes ; but be you carefull With your best diligence , and speed to finde out The Prince , and humbly in my name entreat him I may exchange some private conference with him Before the great Duke know of my arrivall . Servant . I hast my Lord . Sanazarro . Here I 'll attend his comming , And see you keepe your selfe as much as may be Conceal'd from all men else . Servant . To serve your Lordship I wish I were invisible . Exit servant . Sanazarro . I am driven Into a desperate streight , and cannot steere A middle course ; and of the two extreames Which I must make election of , I know not Which is more full of horror . Never servant Stood more ingag'd to a magnificent Master Then I to Cozimo . And all those honors And glories by his Grace conferr'd upon me , Or by my prosperous services deserv'd , If now I should deceive his trust , and make A shipwrack of my loyalty , are ruin'd . And on the other side , if I discover Lidias divine perfections , all my hopes In her are sunke , never to be boy'd up : For 't is impossible , but assoone as seene She must with adoration be su'd to . A Hermit at his beades , but looking on her , Or the cold Cinique , whom Corinthian Lais , Not mov'd with her lusts blandishments , call'd a stone , At this object would take fire . Nor is the Duke Such an Hippolitus , but that this Phaedra But seene , must force him to forsake the Groves And Dians Huntmanship , proud to serve under Venus soft Ensignes . No , there is no way For me to hope fruition of my ends , But to conceale her beauties ; and how that May be effected , is as hard a taske As with a vayle to cover the Sunnes beames , Or comfortable light . Three yeares the Prince Liv'd in her company , and Contarino The Secretary , hath possess'd the Duke What a rare peece she is . But he 's my creature , And may with ease be frighted to denie What he hath said . And if my long experience With some strong reasons I have thought upon , Cannot o're-reach a youth , my practise yeelds me But little profit . Enter Giovanni and the servant . Giovanni . You are well return'd Sir . Sanaz. Leave us . When that your Grace shall know the motives That forc'd me to invite you to this trouble , You will excuse my manners . Exit servant . Giovanni . Sir , there needs not This circumstance betweene us . You are ever My noble friend . Sanazarro . You shall have further cause To assure you of my faith and zeale to serve you . And when I have committed to your trust ( Presuming still on your retentive silence ) A secret of no lesse importance , then My honor , nay my head , it will confirme What value you hold with me . Giovanni . Pray you beleeve Sir What you deliver to me , shall be lock'd up In a strong Cabinet ; of which you your selfe Shall keepe the key . For here I pawne my Honor ( Which is the best security I can give yet ) It shall not be discover'd . Sanazarro . This assurance Is more then I with modesty could demand From such a paymaster , but I must be suddaine , And therefore to the purpose . Can your Excellence In your imagination conceive On what designe , or whither the Dukes will Commanded me hence last night ? Giovanni . No I assure you , And it had beene a rudenesse to enquire Of that I was not call'd to . Sanazarro . Grant me hearing , And I will make you truly understand , It onely did concerne you . Giovanni . Me my Lord ? Sanazar. You in your present state , and future fortunes , For both lye at the stake ? Giovanni . You much amaze me . Pray you resolve this riddle . Sanazarro . You know the Duke , If he die issue-lesse ( as yet he is ) Determines you his Heire . Giovanni . It hath pleas'd his Highnesse Oft to professe so much . Sanazarro . But say , he should Be woone to prove a second wife , on whom He may beget a sonne , how in a moment Will all those glorious expectations , which Render you reverenc'd and remarkable , Be in a moment blasted , how e're you are His much lov'd sisters sonne ? Giovanni . I must beare it With patience , and in me it is a duty That I was borne with : and 't were much unfit For the receiver of a benefit To offer for his owne ends , to prescribe Lawes to the givers pleasure . Sanazarro . Sweetly answer'd , And like your noble selfe . This your rare temper So winnes upon me , that I would not live ( If that by honest Arts I can prevent it ) To see your hopes made frustrate . And but think How you shall be transform'd from what you are , Should this ( as heaven avert it ) ever happen , It must disturbe your peace . For whereas now , Being as you are receiv'd for the Heire apparant , You are no sooner seene , but wondred at ; The Signiors making it a businesse to Enquire how you have slep'd ; and as you walke The streetes of Florence , the glad multitude In throngs presse but to see you , and with joy The Father , pointing with his finger , tells His sonne , This is the Prince , the hopefull Prince , That must hereafter rule , and you obey him . Great Ladies begge your picture , and make love To that , despairing to enjoy the substance . And but the last night , when 't was onely rumor'd That you were come to Court ( as if you had By Sea past hither from another world ) What generall showts , and acclamations follow'd , The bells rung lowd , the boonfires blaz'd , and such As lov'd not wine , carrow sing to your health , Were drunk , and blush'd not at it . And is this A happinesse to part with ? Giovanni . I allow these As flourishes of Fortune , with which Princes Are often sooth'd , but never yet esteem'd 'em For reall blessings . Sanazarro . Yet all these were pay'd To what you may be , not to what you are , For if the great Duke but shew to his servants A sonne of his owne , you shall like one obscure Passe unregarded . Giovanni . I confesse , command Is not to be contemn'd , and if my Fate Appoint me to it , as I may I 'll beare it With willing shoulders . But my Lord as yet You have tolde me of a danger comming towards me , But have not nam'd it . Sanazarro . That is soone deliver'd ; Great Cozimo your Uncle , as I more Then guesse , for 't is no frivolous circumstance That does perswade my judgement to beleeve it , Purposes to be married . Giovanni . Married , Sir ? With whom , and on what termes , pray you instruct me ? Sanazarro . With the faire Lidia . Giovanni . Lidia ? Sanazarro . The daughter Of Signior Charomonte . Giovanni . Pardon me Though I appeare incredulons , for on My knowledge he ne're saw her . Sanazarro . That is granted ; But Contarino hath so sung her praises , And giv'n her out for such a master-peece , That he 's transported with it Sir . And love Steales sometimes through the care into the heart As well as by the eye . The Duke no sooner Heard her describ'd , but I was sent in post To see her , and returne my judgement of her . Giovanni . And what 's your censure ? Sanazar. 'T is a pretie creature . Giovanni . She 's very faire . Sanazar. Yes , yes , I have seene worse faces . Giovanni . Her limbs are neatly form'd . Sanazar. She hath a waste Indeede siz'd to loves wish . Giovanni . A delicate hand too . Sanazar. Then for a legge and foote . Giovanni . And there I leave you , For I presum'd no further . Sanazar. As she is Sir I know she wants no gracious part that may Allure the Duke , and if he onely see her She is his owne . He will not be deni'd , And then you are lost . Yet if you 'll second me ( As you haue reason , for it most concernes you ) I can prevent all yet . Giovanni . I would you could A noble way . Sanazar. I will cry downe her beauties ; Especially the beauties of her minde , As much as Contarino hath advanc'd 'em , And this I hope , will breed forgetfulnesse , And kill affection in him : but you must Joyne with me in my report , if you be question'd . Giovan. I never told a lye yet , and I hold it In some degree blasphemous to dispraise What 's worthy admiration . Yet for once I will dispraise a little , and not varie From your relation . Sanazar. Be constant in it . Enter Alphonso . Alph. My Lord , the Duke hath seen your man , & wonders You come not to him . See if his desire To have conference with you hath not brought Ent. Cozimo , Contarino and Attendants . Him hither in his owne person . Cozimo . They are comely coursers , And promise swiftnesse . Contarino . They are of my knowledge Of the best race in Naples . Cozimo . You are Nephew , As I heare , an excellent horseman , and we like it . 'T is a faire grace in a Prince . Pray you make triall Of their strength and speed , and if you think them fit For your imployment , with a liberall hand Reward the Gentleman , that did present 'em From the Viceroy of Naples . Exeunt Giovanni , Alphonso , Hippolito . Giovanni . I will use My best endevour Sir . Cozimo . Wayte on my Nephew . Nay stay you Contarino , be within call , It may be we shal use you . You have rode hard Sir , And we thank you for it . Every minute seemes Irksome , and tedious to us ; till you have Made your discovery . Say friend , have you seene This Phaenix of our age ? Sanazar. I have seene a Mayde Sir , But if that I have judgement , no such wonder As she was deliver'd to you . Cozimo . This is strange . Sanazar. But certaine truth , it may be she was look'd on With admiration in the Country Sir , But if compar'd with many in your Court , She would appeare but ordinary . Cozimo . Contarino Reports her otherwise . Sanazar. Such as ne're saw Swannes , May think Crowes beautifull . Cozimo . How is her behaviour ? Sanazar. 'T is like the place she lives in . Cozimo . How her wit , Discourse , and entertainment ? Sanazar. Very course , I would not willingly say poore , and rude , But had she all the beauties of faire women , The dulnesse of her soule would fright me from her . Coz. You are curious Sir , I know not what to think on 't . Contarino ! Contarino . Sir . Cozimo . Where was thy judgement man To extoll a virgin , Sanazarro tells me Is neerer to deformity . Sanazarro . I saw her , And curiously perus'd her , and I wonder That she that did appeare to me , that know What beauty is , not worthy the observing , Should so transport you . Contarino . Troth my Lord I thought then . Cozimo . Thought ? Didst thou not affirme it ? Contarino . I confesse Sir I did beleeve so then , but now I heare My Lords opinion to the contrary , I am of another faith : for 't is not fit That I should contradict him . I am dimme Sir , But he 's sharpe sighted . Sanazar. This is to my wish . Cozi. We know not what to think of this , yet would not Determine rashly of it . How doe you like Enter Giovanni , Hippo. Lodovico . My Nephewes horsemanship ? Hippolito . In my judgement Sir It is exact and rare . Alphonso . And to my fancie He did present great Alexander mounted On his Bucephalus . Cozimo . You are right Courtiers , And know it is your duty to cry up All actions of a Prince . Sanazarro . Doe not betray Aside to Giovanni . Your selfe , you are safe , I have done my part . Giovanni . I thanke you , Nor will I faile . Cozimo . What 's your opinion Nephew Of the horses ? Giovanni . Two of them are in my judgement The best I ever back'd . I meane the roane Sir , And the browne bay : but for the chesnut colour'd , Though he be full of mettall , hot , and fierie , He treads weake in his pasternes . Cozimo . So , come neerer ; 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 Charomontes daughter Lidia . Giovanni . I am Sir A novice in my judgement of a Lady , But such as it is , your Grace shall heare it freely . I would not speake in of her , and am sorie If I keepe my selfe a friend to truth , I cannot Report her as I would , so much I owe Her reverend Father . But I 'll give you Sir As neere as I can her character in little . She 's of a goodly stature , and her limbs Not disproportion'd ; for her face it is Farre from deformity , yet they flatter her That style it excellent : her manners are Simple and innocent : but her discourse And wit deserve my pittie , more then praise . At her best my Lord , she is a hansome picture , And that said , all is spoken . Cozimo . I beleeve you I ne're yet found you false . Giovanni . Nor ever shall Sir . Forgive me matchlesse Lidia I too much love Aside . And jealous feare to lose thee , doe bompell me Against my will , my reason , and my knowledge To be a poore ditracter of that beauty , Which fluent Ovid , if he liv'd againe , Would want words to expresse . Cozimo . Pray you make choyce of The richest of our furniture for those horses , To Sanazarro . And take my Nephew with you , we in this Will follow his directions . Giovanni . Could I finde now The Princesse Fiorinda , and perswade her To be silent in the suit , that I mov'd to her All were secure . Sanazarro . In that my Lord t' ll ayde you . Coz. We wil be private , leave us . All my studies Exeunt omnes . And serious meditations ayme no further Then this young mans good . He was my sisters son , And she was such a sister when she liv'd I could not prize too much , nor can I better Make knowne how deere I hold her memory , Then in my cherishing the onely issue Which she hath left behind her Who 's that ? Ent. Fiorinda . Fiorinda . Sir . Cozimo . My faire charge , you are welcome to us . Fiorinda . I have found it Sir . Cozimo . All things goe well in Urbin . Fiorinda . Your gracious care to me an Orphan , frees me From all suspition , that my jealous feares can drive into my fancie . Cozimo . The next Summer In our owne person , we will bring you thither , And seat you in your owne . Fiorinda . When you think fit Sir . But in the mean time , with your Highnesse pardon , I am a suitor to you . Cozimo . Name it Madame , With confidence to obtaine it . Fiorinda . That you would please To lay a strict command on Charomonte , To bring his daughter Lidia to the Court , And pray you think Sir that 't is not my purpose To imploy her as a servant , but to use her As a most wish'd companion . Cozimo . Ha . Your reason ? Fiorin. The hopefull Prince your Nephew Sir hath given her To me for such an abstract of perfection , In all that can be wish'd for in a virgin , As beauty , musique , ravishing discourse , Quicknesse of apprehension , with choyce manners And learning to , not usuall with women ; That I am much ambitious ( though I shall Appeare but as a foyle to set her off ) To be from her instructed , and suppli'd In what I am defective . Cozimo . Did my Nephew Seriously deliver this ? Fiorinda . I assure your Grace With zeale , and vehemencie , and even when With his best words he striv'd to set her forth ( Though the rare subject made him eloquent ) He would complaine , all he could say came short Of her deservings . Cozimo . Pray you have patience . This was strangely caried . Ha! are we tristed with ? Dare they doe this ? is Cozimos furie , that Of late was terrible , growne contemptible ? Well ; we will cleare our browes , and undermine Their secret works , ( though they have dig'd like Moles , ) And crush 'em with the tempest of my wrath When I appeare most calme . He is unfit To command others , that knowes not to use it , And with all rigour , yet my sterne lookes shall not Discover my intents , for I will strike When I begin to frowne . You are the Mistresse Of that you did demand . Fiorinda . I thank your Highnesse , But speed in the performance of the grant Doubles the favours Sir . Cozimo . You shall possesse it sooner then you expect , Onely be pleas'd to be ready when my Secretary Waites upon you , to take the fresh ayre . My Nephew ! And my bosome friend so to cheat me , 't is not faire ! Enter Giovanni , Sanazarro . San. Where should this Princesse be ? nor in her lodgings , Nor in the private walks , Her owne retreat Which she so much frequented ? Giovanni . By my life She 's with the Duke . And I much more then feare Her forwardnesse to prefer my suit , hath ruin'd What with such care we built up . Cozimo . Have you furnish'd Those Coursers , as we will'd you ? Sanazarro . There 's no signe Of anger in his lookes . Giovanni . They are compleat Sir . Cozimo . 'T is well . To your rest . Soft sleepes wayt on you Madame . Tomorrow with the rising of the Sunne Be ready to ride with us . They with more safety Had trod on fork-tongu'd Adders , then provok'd me . Ex. Coz . Fiorinda . I come not to be thank'd Sir for the speedy Performance of my promise touching Lidia , It is effected . Sanazarro . We are undone . Fiorinda . The Duke No sooner heard me with my best of language Describe her excellencies , as you taught me , But he confirm'd it . You looke sad , as if You wish'd it were undone . Giovanni . No gracious Madame , I am your servant for 't . Fiorinda . Be you as carefull For what I mov'd to you . Count Sanazarro , Now I perceive you honour me , in vouchsafing To weare so sleight a favour . Sanazarro . 'T is a grace I am unworthy of . Fiorinda . You merit more In prizing so a trifle . Take this Diamond , I 'll second what I have begun . For know Your valour hath so woone upon me , that 'T is not to be resisted . I have said Sir , And leave you to interpret it . Exit Fiorinda . Sanazarro . This to me Is Wormewood . 'T is apparant we are taken In our owne nooze . What 's to be done ? Giovanni . I know not . And 't is a punishment justly falne upon me For leaving truth , a constant Mistresse , that Ever protects her servants , to become A slave to lyes , and falshood . What excuse Can we make to the Duke ? what mercy hope for , Our packing being laid open ? Sanazarro . 'T is not to Be question'd , but his purpos'd journey is To see faire Lidia . Giovanni . And to divert him Impossible . Sanazarro . There 's now no looking backward . Giovanni . And which way to goe on with safety not To be imagin'd . Sanazarro . Give me leave . I have An Embrion in my braine , which , I despaire not , May be brought to forme and fashion , provided You will be open breasted . Giovanni . 'T is no time now Our dangers being equall , to conceale A thought from you . Sanazar. What power hold you o're Lidia ? Doe you think that with some hazard of her life She would prevent your ruine ? Giovanni . I presume so . If in the undertaking it , she stray not From what becomes her innocence , and to that 'T is farre from me to presse her , I my selfe Will rather suffer . Sanazarro . 'T is enough , this night Write to her by your servant Calandrino As I shall give directions , my man Enter Caland. Shall beare him company . See Sir to my wish He does appeare , but much transform'd from what He was when he came hither . Calandrino . I confesse I am not very wise , and yet I finde A foole , so he be parcell knave in Court , May flourish and grow rich . Giovanni . Calandrino . Calandrino . Peace . I am in contemplation . Giovanni . Doe not you know me ? Caland. I tell thee ? no , on forfeit of my place , I must not know my selfe , much lesse my Father , But by Petition . That Petition lin'd too With golden birds , that sing to the tune of Profit , Or I am deafe . Giovan. But you have your sense of feeling . Offering to kick him . Sanazar. Nay pray you forbeare . Calandri. I have all that 's requisite To the making up of a Signior . My spruce ruffe , My hooded cloake , long stockin , and pain'd hose , My Case of tooth-picks , and my silver forke , To convey an Olive neatly to my mouth , And what is all in all , my pockets ring A golden peale . O that the Pesants in the Country ( My quondam fellowes ) but saw me as I am , How they would admire and worship me ! Giovan. As they shall , For instantly you must thither . Calandri. My grand Signior Vouchsafe a bezolus manus , and a cringe Of the last edition . Giovan. You must ride post with Letters This night to Lidia . Calandr. And it please your Grace Shall I use my Coach , or foot-cloath Mule ? Sanazar. You Whidgin , You are to make all speed , think not of pompe . Giovan. Follow for your instructions Sirra . Calandr. I have one suit to you My good Lord . Sanazar. What is 't ? Calandr. That you would give me A subtill Court charme , to defend me from Th infectious ayre of the Country . Giovan. What 's the reason ? Caland. Why , as this Court ayre taught me knavish wit , By which I am growne rich , if that againe Should turne me foole and honest ; Vaine hopes farewell , For I must die a beggar . Sanazar. Goe too Sirrha , You 'll be whip'd for this . Giovan. Leave fooling , and attend us . Exeunt .
The end of the third Act .
Actus quarti Scaena prima . Carolo Charomante Lidia . Carolo. DAughter I have observ'd since the Prince left us ( Whose absence I mourn with you , & the visit Count Sanazarro gave us , you have nourish'd Sad and retired thoughts , and parted with That freedome , and alacrity of spirit With which you us'd to cheere me . Lidia . For the Count , Sir , All thought of him does with his person die ; But I confesse ingenuously I cannot So soone forget the choyce , and chast delights The curteous conversation of the Prince , And without staine I hope , afforded me When he made this house a Court . Carolo. It is in us To keepe it so without him . Want we know not , And all we can complaine of ( heaven be prais'd for ) Is too much plenty , & we will make use of Ent. servants . All lawfull pleasures . How now fellowes , when Shall we have this lusty dance ? Caponi . In the after-noone Sir , 'T is a device Iwis of my owne making , And such a one , as shal make your Signiorship know I have not beene your Butlar for nothing , but I have crotchets in my head . We 'll trip it titely , And make my sad young Mistresse merry againe , Or I 'll forsware the Cellar . Bernardo . If we had Our fellow Calandrino here to dance His part , we were perfect . Petruchia . O , he was a rare fellow ; But I feare the Court hath spoil'd him . Caponi . When I was young I could have cut a caper on a pinnacle , But now I am old & wise , keepe your figure faire , And follow but the sample I shall set you , The Duke himselfe will send for us , and laugh at us , And that were credit . Enter Calandrino . Lidia . Who have we here ? Calandrino . I finde What was brawne in the Country , in the Court growes tender . The bots on these joulting Jades , I am bruis'd to jelly . A Coach for my mony ! and that the Curtezans know well , Their riding so , makes them last three yeares longer Then such as are hacknei'd . Carolo. Calandrino , 't is he . Calan. Now to my postures . Let my hand have the honor To convey a kisse from my lips to the cover of Your foote deere Signior . Carolo. Fie , you stoope too low Sir . Calan. The hemme of your vestment Lady . Your Glove is for Princes , Nay , I have con'd my distances . Lidia . 'T is most Courtly . Caponi . Fellow Calandrino ! Caland. Signior de Caponi , Grand Botelier of the Mansion . Bernardo . How is 't man ? Claps him on the shoulder . Calan. Be not so rustique in your salutations , Signior Bernardo , Master of the accounts . Signior Petruchio , may you long continue Your function in the chamber . Caponi . When shall we learne such gambolls in our villa ? Lidia . Sure he 's mad . Carol. 'T is not unlike , for most of such mushroomes are so . What newes at Court ? Caland. Basto ! they are mysteries , And not to be reveal'd . With your favour Signior , I am in private to conferre a while With this Signiora . But I 'll pawne my honour , That neither my terse language , nor my habit How e're it may convince , nor my new shrugs , Shall render her enamour'd . Carolo. Take your pleasure A little of these apish tricks may passe , Too much is tedious . Exit Carolo . Calandr. The Prince in this paper Presents his service . Nay , it is not Courtly To see the seale broke open . So I leave you . Signiors of the Villa , I 'll descend to be Familiar with you . Caponi . Have you forgot to dance ? Caland. No , I am better'd . Petruch. Will you joyne with us ? Caland. As I like the project . Let me warme my braines first with the richest Grape , And then I am for you . Caponi . We will want no wine . Exeunt . Manet Lidia . Lidia . That this comes onely from the best of Princes , With a kinde of adoration does command me To entertaine it , and the sweet contents Kissing the letter . That are inscrib'd here by his hand , must be Much more then musicall to me . All the service Of my life at no part can deserve this favour . O what a virgin longing I feele on me . To unrip the seale , and reade it , yet to breake What he hath fastned , rashly , may appeare A sawcie rudenesse in me . I must doe it , ( Nor can I else learne his commands , or serve 'em ) But with such reverence , as I would open Some holy Writ , whose grave instructions beat downe Rebellious sinnes , and teach my better part How to mount upward . So , 't is done , & I Opens the Letter . With Eagles eyes wil curiously peruse it . Reads the Letter . Chast Lidia : the favours are so great On me by you conferr'd , that to intreat The least addition to 'em , in true sense May argue me of blushlesse impudence . But such are my extreames , if you denie A farther grace , I must unpittied die . Hast cuts off circumstance ; as you are admir'd for beauty , the report of it hath fir'd The Duke my Vncle , and I feare you 'll prove , Not with a sacred , but unlawfull love . If he see you , as you are , my hop'd-for light Is chang'd into an everlasting night . How to prevent it , if your goodnesse finde You save two lives , and me you ever binde , The honourer of your vertues , Giovanni . Were I more deafe then Adders , these sweet charmes Would through my eares finde passage to my soule , And soone inchant it : To save such a Prince Who would not perish ? Vertue in him must suffer , And piety be forgotten . The Dukes lust Though it rag'd more then Tarquins , shall not reach me . All quaint inventions of chast virgins ayde me ! My prayers are heard , I have 't . The Duke ne're saw me , Or if that faile , I am againe provided . This spoke as if shee studied an evasion . But for the servants ! They wil take what forme I please to put upon them . Giovanni . Be safe , thy servant Lidia assures it . Let mountaines of afflictions fall on me , Their waight is easie , so I set thee free . Exit .
Actus quarti Scaena secunda . Cozimo , Giovauni , Sanazarro , Carolo , Servants . Sanazar. ARe you not tyr'd with travaile Sir ? Cozimo . No , no , I am fresh and lustie . Carolo. This day shall be ever A holy day to me , that brings my Prince Under my humble roofe . Weepes . Giovan. See Sir , my good Tutor Sheds teares for joy . Cozimo . Dry them up Charomonte , And all forbeare the roome , while we exchange Some private words together . Giovan. O my Lord , How grosly have we overshot our selves ! Sanazarro . In what Sir ? Giovan. In forgetting to acquaint My Guardian with our purpose ; all that Lidia Can doe , availes us nothing ; if the Duke Finde out the truth from him . Sanazarro . 'T is now pass'd helpe , Exeunt Giovan. Sanazar. And we must stand the hazard , hope the best Sir ? Carolo. My loyalty doubted Sir . Cozimo . 'T is more . Thou hast Abus'd our trust , and in a high degree Committed treason . Carolo. Treason ? 't is a word My innocence understands not . Were my breast Transparent , and my thoughts to be discern'd , Not one spot shall be found to taynt the candor Of my alleageance . And I must be bold To tell you Sir ( for he that knowes no guilt Can know no feare ) 't is tyrannie to o're charge An honest man , and such till now I have liv'd , And such my Lord I 'll die . Cozimo . Sir , doe not flatter Your selfe with hope , these great & glorious words Which every guilty wretch , as well as you That 's arm'd with impudence , can with ease deliver , And with as full a mouth , can work on us ? Nor shall gay flourishes of language cleare What is in fact apparent . Carolo. Fact ? What fact ? You that know onely , what it is , instruct me , For I am ignorant . Cozimo . This then Sir : we gave up ( On our assurance of your faith and care , ) Our Nephew Giovanni , nay , our heire In expectation , to be train'd up by you As did become a Prince . Carolo. And I discharg'd it . Is this the treason ? Cozimo . Take us with you Sir . And in respect we knew his Youth was prone To women , and that living in our Court He might make some unworthy choyce , before His weaker judgement was confirm'd , we did Remove him from it ; constantly presuming You with your best endevours , rather would Have quench'd those heates in him , then light a Torch , As you have done to his loosenesse . Carolo. I ? my travaile Is ill requited Sir , for by my soule I was so curious that way , that I granted Accesse to none could tempt him , nor did ever One syllable , or obscaene accent touch His care that might corrupt him . Cozimo . No ? Why then With your allowance did you give free way To all familiar privacie , betweene My Nephew and your daughter ? Or why did you ( Had you no other ends in 't but our service ) Reade to 'em , and together ( as they had beene Schollers of one forme ) Grammar , Rhetorique , Philosophie , Storie , and interpret to 'em The close temptations of lascivious Poets ? Or wherefore ( for we still had spies upon you ) Was she still present , when by your advice He was taught the use of his weapon , horsmanship , Wrastling , nay swimming , but to fan in her A hot desire of him ? and then forsooth His exercises ended , cover'd with A faire pretence of recreation for him , When Lidia was instructed in those graces That add to beauty . He brought to admire her , Must heare her sing , while to her voyce , her hand Made ravishing Musick ; and this applauded , dance A light Levalto with her . Carolo. Have you ended All you can charge me with ? Cozimo . Nor stop'd you there , But they must unattended walke into The silent Groves , and heare the amorous birds Warbling their wanton notes , here a sure shade Of barren Sicamours : ( which the all-seeing Sunne Could not pierce through ) neere that an arbor hung With spreading Eglantine , there a bubling spring Watring a banke of Hyacinths , and Lillies , With all allurements , that could move to lust . And could this , Charomonte , ( should I grant They had beene equalls both in birth and fortune ) Become your gravity ? Nay , 't is cleare as ayre That your ambitious hopes to match your daughter Into our family , gave connivence to it ; And this , though not in act , in the intent I call high treason . Carolo. Heare my just defence Sir , And though you are my Prince , it wil not take from Your Greatnesse to acknowledge with a blush , In this my accusation you have beene More sway'd by spleene , and jealous suppositions , Then certaine grounds of reason . You had a Father ( Blest be his memory ) that made frequent proofes Of my loyalty , and faith , and ( would I boast The dangers I have broke through in his service ) I could say more . Nay , you your selfe , dread Sir , When ever I was put unto the test , Found me true gold , and not adulterate metall , And am I doubted now ? Cozimo . This is from the purpose . Carol. I wil come to it Sir , your Grace wel knew Before the Princes happy presence made My poore house rich , the chiefest blessings which I gloried in , ( though now it prove a curse ) Was an onely daughter . Nor did you command me , As a security to your future feares , To cast her off : which had you done , how e're She was the light of my eyes , and comfort of My feeble age ; so farre I priz'd my duty Above affection , she now had beene A stranger to my care . But she is faire . Is that her fault , or mine ? Did ever Father Hold beauty in his issue for a blemish ? Her education and her manners tempt to . If these offend , they are easily remov'd , You may , if you think fit , before my face , In recompence of all my watchings for you , With burning corrasives transforme her to An ugly Leper ; and this done to taint Her sweetnes , prostitute her to a loathsom brothel . This I will rather suffer Sir , and more , Then live suspected by you . Cozimo . Let not passion Carie you beyond your reason . Carolo. I am calme Sir , Yet you must give me leave to grieve , I finde My actions misinterpreted . Alas Sir , Was Lidias desire to serve the Prince Call'd an offence ? or did she practise to Seduce his youth , because with her best zeale And fervour she endevoured to attend him ? 'T is a hard construction : though she be my daughter I may thus farre speake her . From her infancy She was ever civill , her behaviour neerer Simplicity then craft ; and malice dares not Affirme in one loose gesture , or light language , She gave a signe she was in thought unchast : I 'll fetch her to you Sir , and but looke on her With equall eyes , you must in justice grant That your suspition wrongs her . Cozimo . It may be , But I must have stronger assurance of it Then passionate words . And not to trifle time , As we came unexpected to your house , We will prevent all meanes that may prepare her How to answer that , with which we come to charge her . And how soever it may be receiv'd As a foule breach to hospitable rites , On thy alleageance , and boasted faith , Nay forfeit of thy head , we doe confine thee Close prisoner to thy Chamber , till all doubts Are clear'd that doe concerne us . Carolo. I obey Sir , And wish your Grace had followed my hearse To my Sepulchre , my loyalty unsuspected , Rather then now ? but I am silent Sir , And let that speake my duty . Exit Carolo . Cozimo . If this man Be false , disguised treacherie ne're put on A shape so neere to truth . Within there . Enter Giovan and Sanazar. ushering in Petronella . Caland. & others setting forth a banquet . Sanazarro . Sir . Cozimo . Bring Lidia forth . Giovan. She comes Sir of her selfe To present her service to you . Cozimo . Ha . This personage Cannot invite affection . Sanazarro . See you keepe State . Petronella . I warrant you . Cozimo . The manners of her minde Must be transcendent , if they can defend Her rougher out-side ; may we with your liking Salute you Lady ? Petronella . Let me wipe my mouth Sir With my Cambrick handkercher , and then have at you . Cozimo . Can this be possible ? Sanazar. Yes sir , you will finde her Such as I gave her to you . Petronella . Will your Dukeship Sit down and eat some Sugar-plum ? here 's a Castle Of March-Pane too , and this Quince Marmalade Was of my owne making . All summ'd up together Did cost the setting on , and here is wine too Drinks all off . As good as e're was tap'd . I 'll be your taster , For I know the fashion , now you must doe me right Sir , You shall nor will , nor choose . Giovanni . She 's very simple . Cozi. Simple , 't is worse . Doe you drink this often Lady ? Petro. Still when I am thirsty , and eate when I am hungry . Such Junkets come not every day . Once more to you , With a heart and a halfe ifaith . Cozimo . Pray you pawse a little , If I hold your Cards , I shall pull downe the side , I am not good at the game . Petronella . Then I 'll drink for you . Cozimo . Nay , pray you stay . I 'll finde you out a pledge That shall supply my place , what think you of This compleat Signior ? You are a Juno , and in such state Must feast this Iupiter , what think you of him ? Petronella . I desire no better . Cozimo . And you will undertake this service for me ? You are good at the sport . Calandr. Who I ? A pidler Sir . Cozimo . Nay , you shall sit inthroan'd , and eate , & drink As you were a Duke . Caland. If your Grace will have me , I 'll eate and drink like an Emperour . Cozimo . Take your place then , We are amaz'd . Giovanni , This is grosse . Nor can the imposture But be discover'd . Sanazar. The Duke is too sharpe sighted To be deluded thus . Caland. Nay , pray you eate faire , Or devide , and I will choose . Cannot you use Your fork as I doe ? Gape and I will feed you . Feedes her . Gape wider yet , this is Court-like . Petro. To choke Dawes with , I like it not . Caland. But you like this . They drink . Petronel. Let it come Boy . Cozi. What a sight is this ? we could be angry with you , How much you did belye her when you told us She was onely simple , this is barbarous rudenesse , Beyond beliefe . Giovanni . I would not speake her Sir Worse then she was . Sanazarro . And I my Lord chose rather To deliver her better parted then she is , Then to take from her . Enter Caponi . Caponi . E're I 'll loose my dance , I 'll speake to the purpose . I am Sir no Prologue , But in plaine termes must tell you , we are provided Of a lusty Hornepipe . Cozimo . Prethee let us have it , For we grow dull . Caponi . But to make up the medley , For it is of severall colours , for we must borrow Your Graces Ghost here . Caland. Pray you Sir depose me , It will not doe else . I am sir the engine Rises and resignes his chaire . By which it moves . Petronel. I will dance with my Duke too , I will not out . Cozim. Begin then . There 's more in this Dance Then yet I have discover'd . Some Oedipus Resolve this riddle . Petronel. Did I not foot it roundly ? Falls downe . Coz. As I live stark drunk . Away with her . We 'll reward you . When you have cool'd your selves in the Cellar . Caponi . Heaven preserve you . Exeunt dancers . Cozimo . We pitty Charomonte's wretched fortune . In a daughter , nay , a monster . Good old man ! The place growes tedious . Our remove shall be With speed . We 'll onely in a word or two Take leave and comfort him . Sanazar. 'T will rather Sir Encrease his sorrow , that you know his shame , Your Grace may doe it by Letter . Cozimo . Who sign'd you A Pattent to direct us ? Waite our comming In the Garden . Giovan. All will out . Sanaz. I more then feare it . Exeunt Giovan. & Sanazar. Coz These are strange Chimeras to us ! what to judge of 't Is past our apprehension ! One command Charomonte to attend us . Can it be Exit servant . That Contarino could be so besotted As to admire this prodigie ! or her Father To dote upon it ! or does she personate For some ends unknowne to us , this rude behaviour Within the Scaene presented , would appeare Ridiculous and impossible . O you are welcome . Ent. Carol . We now acknowledge the much wrong we did you In our unjust suspition . We have seene The wonder Sir , your daughter . Carolo. And have found her Such as I did report her . What she wanted In Courtship , was I hope suppli'd in civill And modest entertainment . Cozimo . Pray you tell us , And truly we command you , Did you never Observe she was given to drink ? Carolo. To drink Sir ? Cozimo . Yes . Nay more , to be drunk . Carolo. I had rather see her buried . Cozi. Dare you trust your own eyes , if you finde her now More then distemper'd ? Carolo. I will pull them out Sir , If your Grace can make this good . And if you please To grant me liberty , as she is I 'll fetch her , And in a moment . Cozimo . Looke you doe , and faile not , On the perill of your head . Carol. Drunk . She disdaines it . Exit Carolo . Cozimo . Such contrarieties were never reade of . Charomonte is no foole , nor can I think His confidence built on sand . We are abus'd , 'T is too apparent . Enter Carolo and Lidia . Lidia . I am indispos'd Sir , And that life you tender'd once , much indanger'd In forcing me from my Chamber . Carolo. Here she is Sir , Suddainly sick I grant , but sure not drunk , Speake to my Lord the Duke . Lidia . All is discover'd . Kneeles . Cozimo . Is this your onely daughter . Carolo. And my heire Sir , Nor keepe I any woman in my house ( Unlesse for sordid offices ) but one , I doe maintaine trimm'd up in her cast habits , To make her sport . And she indeede loves wine , And wil take too much of it . And perhaps for mirth She was presented to you . Cozimo . It shall yeeld No sport to the contrivers , 't is too plaine now Her presence does confirme what Contorino Deliver'd of her , nor can sicknesse dimme The splendor of her beauties , being her selfe then She must exceede his praise . Lidia . Will your Grace heare me ? I am faint and can say little . Cozimo . Here are accents , Whose every syllable is musicall ! Pray you let me raise you , and a while rest here ! False Sanazarro , trecherous Giovanni ; But stand we talking ? Carolo. Here 's a storme soone rais'd . Coz. As thou art our Subject , Charomonte , sweare To act what we command . Carolo. That is an oath I long since tooke . Cozimo . Then by that oath we charge thee Without excuse , deniall , or delay To apprehend , and suddainly , Sanazarro , And our Ingratefull Nephew . We have said it . Doe it without reply , or we pronounce thee , Like them , a traytor to us . See them guarded In severall lodgings , and forbid accesse To all , but when we warrant , Is our will Heard , sooner then obay'd ? Carolo. These are strange turnes , But I must not dispute 'em . Exit Carolo . Cozimo . Be severe in 't . O my abused lenity I from what height Is my power falne ? Lidia . O me most miserable ! That being innocent , make others guilty . Most gracious Prince ! Cozimo . Pray you rise , and then speake to me . Lidia . My knees shal first be rooted in this earth , And Mirrha like I 'll grow up to a tree , Dropping perpetuall teares of sorrow , which Hardned by the rough winde , and turn'd to amber , Unfortunate virgins like my selfe shall weare , Before I 'll make Petition to your Greatnesse But with such reverence , my hands held up thus , As I would doe to heaven . You Princes are As gods on earth to us , and to be su'd too With such humility , as his Deputies May chalenge from their vassalls . Cozimo . Here 's that forme Of language I expected ; pray you speake , What is your suit ? Lidia . That you would looke upon me As an humble thing , that millions of degrees Is plac'd beneath you . For what am I dread sir ? Or what can fall in the whole course of my life , That may be worth your care , much lesse your trouble ? As the lowly shrub is to the lofty Cedar , Or a molehill to Olympus , if compar'd , I am to you Sir . Or suppose the Prince , ( Which cannot finde beliefe in me , ) forgetting The greatnesse of his birth and hopes , hath throwne An eye of favour on me , in me punnish , ( That am the cause ) the rashnesse of his youth . Shall the Queene of the inhabitants of the ayre , The Eagle that beares thunder on her wings , In her angry mood destroy her hopefull young , For suff'ring a Wren to perch too neere 'em ? Such is our disproportion . Cozimo . With what fervour She pleades against her selfe ! Lidia . For me poore Mayde , I know the Prince to be so farre above me , That my wishes cannot reach him . Yet I am So much his creature , that to fix him in Your wonted grace and favour , I 'll abjure His sight for ever , and betake my selfe To a religious life ( where in my prayers I may remember him ) and ne're see man more But my ghostly father . Will you trust me Sir ? In truth I 'll keepe my word ? or if this faile , A little more of feare what may befall him , Will stop my breath for ever . Cozimo . Had you thus argu'd Raises her . As you were your selfe , and brought as advocates Your health and beauty , to make way for you . No crime of his could put on such a shape , But I should looke with the eyes of mercy on it . What would I give to see this diamond In her perfect lustre , as she was before The clouds of sicknesse dimm'd it ! yet take comfort , And as you would obtaine remission for His trecherie to me , cheere your drooping spirits , And call the blood againe into your cheekes , And then pleade for him . And in such a habit As in your highest hopes you would put on , If we were to receive you for our Bride . Lidia . I 'll doe my best Sir . Cozimo . And that best will be A crowne of all felicity to me . Exeunt .
The end of the fourth Act .
Actus quinti Scaena prima . Sanazarro above . Sanazar. T Is prov'd in me , the curse of humane frailty ( Adding to our afflictions ) makes us know What 's good , and yet our violent passions force us To follow what is ill . Reason assur'd me It was not safe to shave a Lyons skinne , And that to trifle with a Soveraigne , was To play with lightning : yet imperious beauty Treading upon the neck of understanding , Compell'd me to put off my naturall shape Of loyall duty , to disguise my selfe In the adulterate , and cobweb masque Of disobedient trecherie . Where is now My borrowed Greatnesse ? or the promis'd lives Of following Courtiers ecchoing my will ? In a moment vanish'd ? Power that stands not on Its proper base , which is peculiar onely To absolute Princes , falls , or rises , with Their frowne , or favour . The great Duke my Master ( Who almost chang'd me to his other selfe ) No sooner takes his beames of comfort from me , But I as one unknowne , or unregarded , Unpittied suffer ! who makes intercession To his mercy for me now ? who does remember The service I have done him ? not a man ; And such as spake no language , but my Lord , The favorite of Tuskanies grand Duke Looke backwards . Deride my madnesse . Ha! What noise of horses ? A goodly troope ! This back-part of my prison Allowes me liberty to see and know them . Contarino ! Yes , 't is he , and Lodovico ; And the Dutchesse Fiorinda ; Urbins heire , A Princesse I have slighted ; yet I weare Her favours . And to teach me what I am , She whom I scorn'd can onely meditate for me . This way she makes , yet speake to her I dare not , And how to make suit to her , is a taske Of as much difficulty ; yes ; thou blessed pledge Takes off the ring , & a pane of glasse . Of her affection ayde me . This supplies The want of penne and ink , and this of paper . It must be so , and I in my Petition Concise and pithie . Enter Contarine leading in Fiorinda , Alphonso , Lodovico , Hieronimo , Calaminta . Fiorinda . 'T is a goodly pile this . Hieroni. But better by the owner . Alphonso . But most rich In the great States it covers . Fiorinda . The Dukes pleasure Commands us hither . Contari. Which was laid on us To attend you to it . Lodovico . Signior Charomonte , To see your Excellence his guest , will think Himselfe most happy . Fior. Tye my shooe . What 's that ? The pane thrown down . A pane throwne from the window no winde stirring ? Calam. And at your feet too falne , there 's somthing writ on 't . Con. Some Courtier belike would have it known He wore a Diamond . Calaminta . Ha ; it is directed : To the Princesse Fiorinda . Fiorinda . We will reade it . The inscription . He whom you pleas'd to favour , is cast downe , Past hope of rising , by the great Dukes frowne , If by your gracious meanes , he cannot have A pardon . And that got , be lives your slave . The subscription . Of men the most distressed , Sanazarro . Of me the most belov'd , and I will save thee , Or perish with thee . Sure thy fault must be Of some prodigious shape , if that my prayers And humble intercession to the Duke Prevaile not with him . Here he comes , delay Shall not make lesse my benefit . Ent. Coz . & Carolo . Cozimo . What we purpose Shall know no change , and therefore move me not , We were made as properties , and what we shall Determine of 'em , cannot be call'd rigour , But noble justice . When they prov'd disloyall , They were cruell to themselves . The Prince that pardons The first affront offer'd to majestie , Invites a second , rend'ring that power Subjects should tremble at , contemptible . Ingratitude is a monster , Carolo , To be strangl'd in the birth , not to be cherish'd . Madame , you are happily met with . Fiorinda . Sir , I am An humble Suitor to you ; and the rather Am confident of a grant , in that your Grace When I made choyce to be at your devotion , Vow'd to denie me nothing . Cozimo . To this minute We have confirm'd it , what 's your boone ? Fiorinda . It is Sir , That you in being gracious to your servant , The ne're sufficiently prais'd Sanazarro , ( That now under your heavy displeasure suffers ) Would be good unto yourselfe . His services So many , and so great ( your storme of fury Calm'd by your better judgment ) must inform you , Some little slip ( for sure it is no more ) From his loyall duty , with your justice cannot Make foule his faire deservings . Great Sir , therefore Looke backward on his former worth ; and turning Your eye from his offence ( what 't is I know not ) And I am confident , you will receive him Once more into your favour . Cozimo . You say well , You are ignorant in the nature of his fault , Which when you understand ( as we 'll instruct you ) Your pitty will appeare a charity ( It being conferr'd on an unthankfull man ) To be repented . He 's a traytor Madame To you , to us , to gratitude , and in that All crimes are comprehended . Fiorinda . If his offence Aym'd at me onely , what so e're it is 'T is freely pardon'd . Cozimo . This compassion in you Must make the colour of his guilt more ugly : The honors we have hourely heap'd upon him , The titles , the rewards , to the envie of The old Nobility , as the common people , We now forbeare to touch at , and will onely Insist on his grosse wrongs to you . You were pleas'd Forgetting both your selfe and proper Greatnesse , To favour him , nay , to court him to embrace A happinesse , which on his knees with joy He should have su'd for . Who repin'd not at The grace you did him ? yet in recompence Of your large bounties , the disloyall wretch Makes you a stale ; and what he might be by you Scorn'd , and derided , gives himselfe up wholly To the service of another . If you can Beare this with patience , we must say you have not The bitternesse of spleene , or irefull passions Familiar to women . Pause upon it , And when you seriously have waigh'd his cariage , Move us againe , if your reason will allow it , His trechery knowne : and then if you continue His advocate for him , we perhaps , because We would denie you nothing , may awake Our sleeping mercy . Carolo ! Carolo. My Lord . They whisper . Fiorin. To endure a rivall , that were equall to me , Cannot but speake my poverty of spirit , But an inferiour more ; yet true love must not Know , or degrees , or distances . Lidia may be As farre above me in her forme , as she Is in her birth beneath me , and what I In Sanazarro lik'd , he loves in her . But if I free him now , the benefit Being done so timely , and confirming too My strength & power , my soules best faculties being Bent wholly to preserve him , must supply me With all I am defective , and binde him My creature ever . It must needes be so , Nor will I give it o're thus . Cozimo . Does our Nephew Beare his restraint so constantly , as you Deliver it to us ? Carolo. In my judgement Sir He suffers more for his offence to you , Then in his feare of what can follow it . For he is so collected and prepar'd To welcome that , you shall determine of him , As if his doubts and feares were equall to him . And sure he 's not acquainted with much guilt , That more laments the telling one untruth Under your pardon still ( for 't was a fault Sir ) Then others that pretend to conscience , doe Their crying secret sinnes . Cozimo . No more , this Glosse Defends not the corruption of the text , Urge it no more . Carolo and the others whisper . Fiorinda . I once more must make bold Sir To trench upon your patience . I have Consider'd my wrongs duly . Yet that cannot Divert my intercession for a man Your Grace like me , once favour'd . I am still A suppliant to you , that you would vouchsafe The hearing his defence , and that I may With your allowance see , and comfort him . Then having heard all that he can alleadge In his excuse , for being false to you , Censure him as you please . Cozimo . You will o're-come , There 's no contending with you . Pray you enjoy What you desire . And tell him , he shall have A speedy tryall . In which we 'll forbeare To sit a Judge , because our purpose is To rise up his accuser . Fiorinda . All encrease Of happiness wait on Cozimo . Exeunt Fiorin . Calaminta . Alphonso . Was it no more ? Carolo. My Honor 's pawn'd for it . Contarino . I 'll second you . Lodovi. Since it is for the service and the safety Of the hopefull Prince , fall what can fall , I 'll runne The desperate hazard . Hieroni. He 's no friend to vertue That does decline it . They all kneele . Cozimo . Ha ; what sue you for ? Shall we be ever troubl'd ? doe not tempt That anger may consume you . Corolo. Let it Sir , The losse is lesse , though Innocents , we perish , Then that your sisters sonne should fall unheard Under your fury . Shall we feare to entreate That grace for him , that are your faithfull servants , Which you vouchsafe the Count , like us a subject ? Cozimo . Did not we vowe , till sicknesse had forsooke Thy daughter Lidia , and she appear'd In her perfect health and beauty to pleade for him , We were deafe to all perswasion ? Carolo. And that hope Sir Hath wrought a miracle . She is recover'd , And if you please to warrant her , will bring The penitent Prince before you . Cozimo . To enjoy Such happines , what would we not dispense with ? Al. , Ludo. and Hie. We all kneele for the Prince . Contarino . Nor can it stand With your mercy , that are gracious to Strangers , To be cruell to your owne . Cozimo . But art thou certaine I shall behold her at the best ? Carolo. If ever She was hansome , as it fits not me to say so , She is now much better'd . Cozimo . Rise , thou art but dead If this prove otherwise . Lidia appeare , And feast an appetite almost pin'd to death With longing expectation to behold Thy excellencies ; thou as beauties Queene Shalt censure the detractors . Let my Nephew Be led in triumph under her command , We 'll have it so ; and Sanazarro tremble To think whom he hath slander'd ; we 'll retire Our selves a little , and prepare to meete A blessing , which imagination tells us We are not worthy of ; and then come forth But with such reverence , as if I were ( My selfe the Priest , the sacrifice my heart ) To offer at the Altar of that goodnesse That must or kill or save me . Exit Cozimo . Carolo. Are not these Strange gambols in the Duke ? Alphonso . Great Princes have Like meaner men their weaknesse . Lodovico . And may use it Without controule or check . Contarino . 'T is fit they should , Their priviledge were lesse else , then their Subjects . Hier. Let them have their humors , there 's no crossing 'em .
Actus quinti Scaena ultima . Fiorinda , Sanazarro , Calaminta . Sanazar. ANd can it be your bounties should fall down In showers on my ingratitude ? or the wrongs Your Greatnesse should revenge , teach you to pittie ? What retribution can I make ? what service Pay to your goodnesse , that in some proportion May to the world expresse , I would be thankfull ? Since my engagements are so great , that all My best endevours to appeare your creature Can but proclaime my wants , and what I owe To your magnificence . Fiorinda . All debts are discharg'd In this acknowledgement : yet since you please I shall impose some termes of satisfaction For that which you professe your selfe oblig'd for , They shall be gentle ones , and such as will not I hope afflict you . Sanazar. Make me understand Great Princesse , what they are , and my obedience Shall with all cheerefull willingnesse subscribe To what you shall command . Fiorinda . I will binde you to Make good your promise . First , I then enjoyne you To love a Lady , that a Noble way Truly affects you , and that you would take To your protection and care the Dukedome Of Urbin , which no more is mine , but yours . And that when you have full possession of My person , as my fortunes , you would use me Not as a Princesse , but instruct me in The duties of an humble wife , for such ( The priviledge of my birth no more remembred ) I will be to you . This consented to All injuries forgotten , on your lips I thus signe your quietus . Sanazar. I am wretched In having but one life to be imploy'd As you please to dispose it . And believe it , If it be not already forfeited To the furie of my Prince , as 't is your gift , With all the faculties of my soule , I 'll study In what I may to serve you . Fiorinda . I am happy Enter Glovauni and Lidia . In this assurance . What Sweet Lady 's this ? Sanazar. 'T is Lidia Madame , she . — Fiorinda . I understand you : Nay , blush not , by my life she is a rare one ! And if I were your Judge I would not blame you , To like and love her . But Sir you are mine now , And I presume so on your constancie , That I dare not be jealous . Sanazarro . All thoughts of her Are in your goodnesse buried . Lidia . Pray you Sir Be comforted , your innocence should not know What 't is to feare , and if that you but looke on The guards that you have in your selfe , you cannot . The Duke 's your Uncle Sir , and though a little Incens'd against you , when he sees your sorrow He must be reconcil'd . What rugged Tartar , Or Canniball , though bath'd in humane gore , But looking on your sweetnesse , would forget His cruell nature , and let fall his weapon , Though then aym'd at your throat ? Giovanni . O Lidia , Of Mayds the honor , and your sexes glory . It is not feare to die , but to loose you That brings this Feaver on me . I will now Discover to you , that which till this minute I durst not trust the ayre with . Ere you knew What power the magique of your beauty had , I was inchanted by it , lik'd , and lov'd it , My fondnesse still encreasing with my yeares : And flatter'd by false hopes , I did attend Some blessed oportunity to move The Duke with his consent to make you mine . But now , such is my starre-cross'd destinie , When he beholds you as you are , he cannot Denie himselfe the happinesse to enjoy you . And I as well in reason may entreat him To give away his Crowne , as to part from A jewell of more value , such you are : Yet howsoever , when you are his Dutchesse , And I am turn'd into forgotten dust , Pray you love my memory . I should say more But I am eue off . Ent. Coz . Carol . Con. & others . Sanazar. The Duke ? that counvenance once , When it was cloth'd in smiles , shew'd like an Angels , But now 't is folded up in clouds of fury , 'T is terrible to looke on . The Duke admiring Lidia . Lidia . Sir . Cozimo . A while Silence your musicall tongue , and let me feast My eyes with the most ravishing object that They ever gaz'd on . There 's no miniature In her faire face , but is a copious theme Which would ( discours'd at large of ) make a volume . What cleare arch'd browes ? what sparkling eyes ? the Lillies Contending with the Roses in her cheekes , Who shall most set them off ? what ruby lips ? Or unto what can I compare her neck , But to a rock of christall ? every limb Proportion'd to loves wish , and in their neatnesse Add lustre to the riches of her habit , Not borrow from it . Lidia . You are pleas'd to shew Sir The fluencie of your language , in advancing A Subject much unworthy . Cozimo . How unworthy ? By all the vowes which Lovers offer at The Cyprian Goddesse Altars , eloquence It selfe presuming , as you are , to speake you , Would be struck dumb . And what have you deserv'd then ? ( Wretches you kneele too late ) that have endevour'd To spout the poyson of your black detraction On this immaculate whitenesse ? was it malice To her perfections ? or — Fiorinda . Your Highnesse promis'd A gracious hearing to the Count . Lidia . And Prince too ; Doe not make voyde so just a grant . Cozimo . We will not , Ladies in the chaires of State Yet since their accusation must be urg'd , And strongly , ere their weak defence have hearing , We seat you here as Judges to determine Of your grosse wrongs and ours . And now remembring Whose Deputies you are , be neither sway'd , Or with particular spleene , or foolish pittie , For neither can become you . Carolo. There 's some hope yet Since they have such gentle Iudges . Cozimo . Rise , and stand forth then , And heare with horror to your guilty soules What we will prove against you . Could this Princesse ( Thou enemie to thy selfe ) stoope her high flight Of towring greatnesse to invite thy lownesse To looke up to it , and with nimble wings Of gratitude , couldst thou forbeare to meet it ? Were her favours boundlesse in a noble way , And warranted by our allowance , yet In thy acceptation there appear'd no signe Of a modest thankfulnesse ? Fiorinda . Pray you forbeare To presse that farther , 't is a fault we have Already heard , and pardon'd . Cozimo . We will then passe over it , & briefly touch at that Which does concern our selfe . In which both being Equall offenders , what we shall speake , points Indifferently at either . How we rais'd thee ( Forgetfull Sanazarro of our Grace ) To a full possession of power , and honors , It being too well knowne , we 'll not remember . And what thou wert ( rash youth ) in expectation ( And from which headlong thou hast throwne thy selfe ) Not Florence , but all Tuskany can witnesse With admiration . To assure thy hopes , We did keepe constant to a widdowed bed , And did deny our selfe those lawfull pleasures , Our absolute power and height of blood allow'd us . Made both , the keyes that open'd our hearts secrets , And what you spake believ'd as Oracles . But you in recompence of this to him That gave you all , to whom you ow'd your being With trecherous lies endevour'd to conceale This jewell from our knowledge , which our selfe Could onely lay just clayme too . Giovanni . 'T is most true Sir . Sinazar . We both confesse a guilty cause . Cozimo . Looke on her , Is this a beauty fit to be imbrac'd By any Subjects armes ? Can any tyre Become that forhead , but a Diadem ? Or should we grant your being false to us Could be excus'd , your trechery to her In seeking to deprive her of that greatnesse ( Her matchless forme consider'd ) she was born too , Must ne're finde pardon ? we have spoken Ladies Like a rough Orator , that brings more truth Then rhetorique to make good his accusation , And now expect your sentence . The Ladies descend from the State . Lidia . In your birth Sir You were mark'd out the Iudge of life , and death , And we that are your Subjects to attend With trembling feare your doome . Fiorinda . We doe resigne This Chaire as onely proper to your selfe . Giovan. And since in justice we are lost , we flie Unto your saving mercie . All kneeling . Sanazarro . Which sets off A Prince much more then rigour . Carolo. And becomes him When 't is express'd to such as fell by weaknesse ( That being a twin-borne brother to affection ) Better then wreathes of conquest . Hie . Lod. Con. Alph. We all-speake Their language mighty Sir . Cozimo . You know our temper , And therefore with more boldnesse venter on it . And would not our consent to your demands Deprive us of a happinesse hereafter Ever to be despair'd of , we perhaps Might hearken neerer to you , and could wish With some qualification or excuse You might make lesse the mountaines of your crimes , And so invite our clemencie to feast with you . But you that knew with what impatiencie Of griefe we parted from the faire Clarinda Our Dutchesse , ( let her memory still be sacred ) And with what imprecations on our selfe We vow'd , not hoping e're to see her equall , Ne're to make triall of a second choyce , If Nature fram'd not one that did excell her , ( As this Mayds beauty prompts us that she does ) And yet with oathes then mix'd with teares , upon Her monument we swore our eye should never Againe be tempted , 't is true , and those vowes Are registred above , something here tells me . Carolo thou heardst us sweare . Carolo. And sweare so deeply , That if all womens beauties were in this ( As she 's not to be nam'd with the dead Dutchess . ) Nay , all their vertues bound up in one story ( Of which mine is scarce an Epitome ) If you should take her as a wife , the waight Of your perjuries would sink you . If I durst I had told you this before . Cozimo . 'T is strong truth Carolo , And yet what was necessity in us Cannot free them from treason . Carolo. There 's your error . The Prince in care to have you keepe your vowes Made unto heaven , vouchsaf'd to love my daughter . Lidia . He told me so indeed Sir . Fiorinda . And the Count Averr'd as much to me . Cozimo . You all conspire To force our mercy from us . Carolo. Which giv'n up To after-times , preserves you unforsworne , An Honor , which will live upon your Tombe When your Greatnesse is forgotten . Cozimo . Though we know All this is practise , and that both are false , Such reverence we will pay to dead Clarinda , And to our serious oathes , that we are pleas'd With our owne hand to blinde our eyes , and not Know what we understand . Here Giovanni We pardon thee , and take from us in this , More then our Dukedome , love her . As I part With her , all thoughts of women flie fast from vs . Sanazarro , we forgive you . In your service To this Princesse merit it . Yet let not others That are in trust and grace , as you have beene , By the example of our lenity , Presume upon their Soveraignes clemencie . A showe . All . Long live great Cozimo . Enter Caland. Petre . Caland. Sure the Duke is In the giving vaine they are so lowd . Come on Spouse , We have heard all , and we will have our boone too . Cozimo . What is 't ? Caland. That your Grace , in remembrance of My share in a dance , and that I play'd your part When you should have drunk hard , would get this Signiors grant To give this Damsell to me in the Church , For we are contracted ; in it you shall doe Your Dukedome pleasure . Cozimo . How ? Calandr. Why the whole race Of such as can act naturally fooles parts , Are quite worne out , and they that doe survive , Doe onely zanie us ; and we will bring you , If we die not without issue , of both sexes Such chopping mirth-makers , as shall preserve Perpetuall cause of sport , both to your Grace , And your posterity , that sad melancholly Shall ne're approach you . Cozimo . We are pleas'd in it , And will pay her portion . May the passage prove Of what 's presented , worthy of your love , And favour , as was aym'd , and we have all That can in compasse of our wishes fall .
The end .
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