She was a kind young soul, and might in time Lev. Uncles are privileged More than our parents; some wise man in state To earn my bread, than from a friend's by gift, Mart. Come, come, to the point. Lev. All the curses Due to a ravisher of sober truth, Just in the wenches' trim and garb; these prayers Lev. Sir, alas! [Weeps. What would you have me do? I have no orators, Would all their spite could harry' my contents Mart. There is; but first Sit in commission on your own defects, 5 Could harry my contents.] i. e. worry, torment, drive by violence, &c. Accuse yourself; be your own jury, judge, And executioner; I make no sport Lev. All the short remains Of undesired life shall only speak The extremity of penance; your opinion Mart. Enough; thy tears prevail Lev. My miseries, As in a glass, present me the rent face Mart. No more. Enter TRELCATIO with an open letter. Trelcatio! Some business speeds you hither. Trel. Happy news Signior Martino, pray your ear; my nephew, 'Tis said, but make no words-that, he has firk'd And mumbled the rogue Turks. Mart. Why would you have His merits so unknown?" Trel. I am not yet Confirm'd at full:-withdraw, and you shall read All what this paper talks. 6 Why would you have His merits so unknown?] The 4to. has, Why would you know, &c. A slighter alteration would be now; but the reading of the text gives, I think, the poet's meaning. Mart. So!-Levidolche, You know our mind, be cheerful.-Come, Trel catio, Causes of joy or grief do seldom happen [Exeunt MART. and TREL. Lev. Even so, wise uncle! much good do ye.Discover'd! I could fly out, mix vengeance with my loveUnworthy man, Malfato!-my good lord, My hot in blood, rare lord, grows cold too! well, Rise dotage into rage, and sleep no longer; Affection turn'd to hatred threatens mischief. [Exit. SCENE III. An Apartment in ADURNI's House. Enter PIERO, AMORETTA, FUTELLI, and Piero. In the next gallery you may behold Amor. Ha they crownths, Great crownths oth gold upon their headths? Piero. Pure gold; Drawn all in state. VOL. II. Amor. How many horthes, pray, Are ith their chariots? Piero. Sixteen, some twenty. Cast. My sister! wherefore left we her alone? Where stays she, gentlemen? Fut. Viewing the rooms; 'Tis like you'll meet her in the gallery : This house is full of curiosities, Most fit for ladies' sights. Amor. Yeth, yeth, the thight Of printhethes ith a fine thight. Cast. Good, let us find her. Piero. Sweet ladies, this way; see the doors sure. Fut. Doubt not. [Aside to FUT. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another Room in the same.-A Banquet set out. Enter ADURNI and SPINELLA.-A Song within. Pleasures, beauty, youth attend ye, Active blood, and free delight, Place and privacy invite. Do, do! be kind as fair. Lose not opportunity for air. She is cruel that denies it, Bounty best appears in granting, In the game are felt no pains, Adur. Plead not, fair creature, without sense of pity, So incompassionately gainst a service, In nothing faulty more than pure yours; My lord, to apparel folly in the weed 7 to apparel folly in the weed Of costly colours.] This is the nearest approach which I can make to the expression in the old copy-steed. That it was the author's word, I cannot flatter myself; but it may serve in the absence of stole, or garb, or some more fortunate guess. |