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She was a kind young soul, and might in time
Lev. Uncles are privileged
Mart. Come, come, to the point.
Lev. All the curses
their graceless mouths !
[Weeps. What would you have me do? I have no orators, More than my tears, to plead my innocence, Since you forsake me,
and are pleas'd to lend An open ear against my honest fame. Would all their spite could harry' my contents Unto a desperate ruin! Oh dear goodness! There is a right for wrongs.
. Mart. There is; but first Sit in commission on your own defects,
s Could barry my contents.] i. e. worry, torment, drive by riolence, &c.
Accuse yourself; be your own jury, judge,
Mart. Enough; thy tears prevail
Lev. My miseries,
Mart. No more.
Enter TRELCATIO with an open letter.
Trelcatio! Some business speeds you hither.
Trel. Happy newsSignior Martino, pray your ear; my nephew, Auria, hath done brave service: and I hearLet's be exceeding private—is return'd High in the duke of Florence's respects; '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
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.
[Exeunt Mart. and TREL. Lev. Even so, wise uncle! much good do ye.
An Apartment in Apurni's House.
Enter PIERO, AMORETTA, FUTELLI, and
Piero. In the next gallery you may behold
Amor. Ha they crownths,
Piero. Pure gold;
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;
Amor. Yeth, yeth, the thight
Cast. Good, let us find her.
[Aside to Fut. Fut. Doubt not.
Another Room in the same.—A Banquet set out.
Enter ADURNI and SPINELLA.-A Song within.
Pleasures, beauty, youth attend ye,
Whilst the spring of nature lasteth;
Active blood, and free delight,
Place and privacy invite.
She is cruel that denies it,
Bounty best appears in granting,
When each whisper proves a kiss.
For in all the loser gains.
Spin. Do not study,
Adur. Dear, how sweetly
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.