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The holy land of friendship, [and forbearing]
Aur. By that sacred thing
estate, that, bid me live in Genoa
Aur. In my country, friend,
Aurel. You show,
Aur. He who cannot merit
Aurel. For that, so! but you have a wife, a young,
in forsaking The holy land of friendship in forsaking, &c.] There can, I think, be no question but the last two words in the second line were inadvertently copied from the first at the press. I have given what may be supposed the sense of the original expression; the words themselves are irrecoverable.
By trial of extremes; to youth and beauty
Aur. Shew me the man that lives, and to my face
Aurel. There lives not then a friend
Aur. I find it hath.
Aurel. He who prescribes no law, No limits of condition to the objects Of his affection, but will merely wed A face, because 'tis round, or limn'd by nature In purest red and white; or, at the best, For that his mistress owes an excellence Of qualities, knows when and how to speak, Where to keep silence, with fit reasons why; Whose virtues are her only dower, (else (none,] In either kind,) ought of himself to master Such fortunes as add fuel to their loves; For otherwise—but herein I am idle, Have fool'd to little
purpose. Aur. She's my wife.
Aurel. And being so, it is not manly done
'Aur. Sir, said ye?
Aurel. You form reasons,
ruin; but propose
you are wise enough in the construction.
wife being yet so young, In every probability so forward To make you a father ? leave such thoughts.
Aur. Believe it, Without replies, Aurelio : keep this note, A warrant for receiving from Martino Two hundred ducats; as you find occasion Dispose them in my absence to Spinella: I would not trust her uncle, he, good man, Is at an ebb himself; another hundred I left with her, a fourth I carry with me. Am I not poor, Aurelio, now? Exchange Of more debates between us, would undo My resolution ; walk a little, prithee, Friends we are, and will embrace; but let's not
speak Another word. Aurel. I'll follow you to your horse.
A Room in the House of ADURNI.
Enter ADURNI, and FUTELLI, with a letter which
he presents to Adurni.
Adur. With her own hand ?
Fut. She never used, my lord, A second means, but kiss'd the letter first, O'erlook'd the superscription; then let fall Some amorous drops, kiss'd it again, talk'd to it Twenty times over, set it to her mouth, Then gave
me, then snatch'd it back again, Then cry'd, “Oh, my poor heart!” and, in an in
stant, “ Commend my truth and secrecy.” Such medley Of passion yet I never saw in woman.
Adur. In woman? thou’rt deceiv’d; but that
Had mothers, I could say how women are,
Fut. Twenty ducats
Was only entrance to a farther bounty:
Adur. Devil !
Fut. There lies, my lord, her cunning,
Adur. Here began her itch.
Adur. Well urg'd,
yetThere stopp’d: then I closed with her, and con