For sensualists in your own sepulchre, Even by your life-time; yet are dead already. Cast. You chide me soberly; Then, sir, I tune my voice to other music. There were a work of piety! The other is A scorn upon your tombstone; where the reader Will but expound, that when you liv'd, you pandar'd Your own purse and your fame. I am too bold, sir; Some anger and some pity hath directed A wand'ring trouble. Oct. Be not known what passages The time hath lent; for once, I can bear with you. Cast. I'll countenance the hazard of suspicion, And be your guest awhile. Oct. Be-but hereafterI know not what.-Livio ! Re-enter LIVIO and MOROSA. Liv. My lord. Cast. Indeed, sir, I cannot part wi' ye yet. Oct. Well, then, thou shalt not, My precious Castamela.-Thou hast a sister, A perfect sister, Livio. Mor. All is inck'd here,' Good soul, indeed! Liv. I'd speak with you anon. Cast. It may be so. [Aside. Oct. Come, fair one. Liv. Oh, I am cheated! [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. An Apartment in the Palace. Enter LIVIO and CASTAMELA. Liv. Prithee, be serious. Cast. Prithee, interrupt not The paradise of my becharming thoughts, D'ye know to whom you talk this? 9 All is inck'd here.] So the old copy. If the poet meant to endow this convenient character with any feeling of goodness, this may be an expression of regret at finding, as she supposed, Castamela giving way to the marquis: should this not be admitted, we might then read nick'd, a transposition of the letters of the former word. This must be allowed to be a very beautiful scene, and Castamela rises considerably in the reader's estimation. She does not fall in that which follows. Cast. To the gentleman Of my lord's horse, new-stept into the office! Liv. Thou mistak'st sure What person thou hold'st speech with. Liv. Is't possible? why, you are turn'd a mistress, A mistress of the trim! Beshrew me, lady, Delighted in a softer, humbler sweetness, Cast. "Love, dear maid, Is but desire of beauty, and 'tis proper Liv. Fine sport! You mind not me; will you yet hear me, madam? Cast. "Thou shalt not wish for any full addi tion, Which may adorn thy rarities to boast 'em, on't Tickles your contemplation! 'tis come out now: A woman's tongue, I see, some time or other, Will Cast. We shall flourish; Feed high henceforth, man, and no straiten'd more be Within the limits of an empty patience; sures; But be ourselves the object of their envy, To whom a service would have seem'd ambition. Liv. You are much witty. you counterfeit Most palpably; I am too well acquainted With thy condition, sister. If the marquis Hath utter'd one unchaste, one wanton syllable, Provoking thy contempt; not all the flatteries Of his assurance to our hopes of rising Can, or shall, slave our souls. Cast. Indeed not so, sir; You are beside the point, most gentle signor! I'll be no more your ward, no longer chamber'd, I I am too well acquainted With thy condition, sister.] i. e. natural disposition. We have had this in a former play, (The Broken Heart) but as the word ambiguous appearance in this place, it seemed not improper has an to advert to it. Nor mew'd up to the lure of your devotion; Liv. In such earnest! Hath goodness left thee quite? Fool, thou art wand'ring In dangerous fogs, which will corrupt the purity For Romanello. Cast. Romanello! Liv. Scorn'st thou The name? thy thoughts I find, then, are chang'd, rebels To all that's honest; that's to truth and honour. Into a plurisy of faithless impudence; A whorish itch infects thy blood, a leprosy For common sale. This foulness must be purged, Cast. Learn good manners: I take it, you are saucy. |