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Reproof drops from that balmy spring your breath!
Spin. Auria, Auria,
Adur. Oh, never rank, Dear cruelty, one that is sworn your creature, Amongst your country's enemies; I use No force, but humble words, deliver'd from A tongue that's secretary to my heart. . Spin. How poorly some, tame to their wild de
Adur. Grant a freedom
[A noise within, and the door is forced. Enter AURELIO, followed by CASTANNA, AMORETTA,
FUTELLI, and PIERO. Aurel. Keep back, ye close contrivers of false
pleasures, Or I shall force ye back.-Can it be possible? Lock'd
up, and singly too! chaste hospitality! A banquet in a bed-chamber! Adurni, Dishonourable man!
Adur. What sees this rudeness,
Aurel. For you, hereafter. -
Adur. Rich conquest,
Thy wrong’d Auria is come home with glory.] Ford seldom embarrasses himself with the unities either of time or place ; nor is his conduct in this respect, perhaps, a matter of much importance. Auria's “ triumphant exploits” must have occupied a space worth noticing; and his return might easily, had the author been so pleased, been transferred to the opening of the next Act: though this, after all, would only have relieved one improbability among many.
Fut. Have I life, sir? Faith? Christianity?
Piero. Put me on the rack, The wheel, or the gallies, if
Aurel. Peace, factors
Cast. Use your tyranny.
[Erit. Spin. How unmanly His anger threatens mischief!
Amor. Whom, I prethee,
Adur. Lady, be not mov'd ;
Spin. Mercy, heaven!
He lives; and, for my guard, my innocence,
[Exit. Adur. Her resolution's violent;-quickly fol
low. Cast. By no means, sir: you've followed her al
Adur. I will stand
The Street before Martino's House.
Enter Fulgoso and GUZMAN.
Ful. I say, Don, brother mine, win her and
And so will I; if't be my luck to lose her,
on't Guz. Wench said ye? most mechanically,
faugh! Wench is your trull, your blowze, your dowdie;
Ful. So am I too,-
lours. Pish, man! the best, though call 'em ladies, ma
Fairs, fines, and honies, are but flesh and blood, And now and then too, when the fit's come on
Will prove themselves but flirts, and tirliry-puf
kins. Guz. Our choler must advance.
Ful. Dost long for a beating ? Shall's try a slash? here's that shall do't; I'll tap
[Draws. A gallon of thy brains, and fill thy hogshead With two of wine fort,
Guz. Not in friendship, brother.