upon the dearth of flesh, at any rate. Hang him, innocent! * GIOVANNI passes over the Stage. Ann. But see, Putana, see! what blessed shape Of some celestial creature now appears!What man is he, that with such sad aspéct Walks careless of himself? Put. Where? Ann. Look below. Put. Oh, 'tis your brother, sweet. Ann. Ha! Put. 'Tis your brother. Ann. Sure 'tis not he; this is some woeful thing Wrapp'd up in grief, some shadow of a man. [Aside, and exit with PUT. 2 Innocent.] A natural fool. Thus, in the Two Noble Kinsmen, A. iv. s. 4. but this very day I ask'd her questions, and she answer'd me So sillily, as if she were a fool, An innocent; and I was very angry."—Reed. SCENE III. A Hall in FLORIO'S House. Gio. Lost! I am lost! my fates have doom'd my death: The more I strive, I love; the more I love, To make our love a god, and worship it! I have even wearied heaven with pray'rs, dried up I'll tell her that I love her, though my heart 3 This is a repetition of the sentiment with which he had taken leave of the Friar-My fate's my god. I would not detain the reader in these scenes, on which Ford has lavished all the charms of his eloquence; but it may be cursorily observed, that characters like Giovanni, desperately abandoned to vice, endeavour to cheat Enter ANNABELLA and PUTANA. Ann. Brother! Giov. If such a thing As courage dwell in men, ye heavenly powers, Now double all that virtue in my tongue! [Aside. Ann. Why, brother, Will you not speak to me? Giov. Yes; how do you, sister? Ann. Howe'er I am, methinks you are not well. Put. Bless us! why are you so sad, sir? Giov. Let me entreat you, leave us a while, Putana. Sister, I would be private with you. Ann. Withdraw, Putana. Put. I will.-If this were any other company for her, I should think my absence an office of some credit; but I will leave them together. [Aside, and exit. Giov. Come, sister, lend your hand; let's walk I hope you need not blush to walk with me; Ann. How's this? Giov. I'faith, I mean no harm. Ann. Harm? their conscience, by setting up a deity of their own, and pretending to be swayed by his resistless influence. This is the last stage of human depravation, and, in Scripture language, is called "hardening the heart."-See Mass. vol. i. p. 217. Giov. No, good faith. How is it with thee? Ann. I trust he be not frantic [Aside. I am very well, brother. Giov. Trust me, but I am sick; I fear so sick, "Twill cost my life. Ann. Merey forbid it! 'tis not so, I hope. Giov. I think you love me, sister. Ann. Yes, you know I do. Giov. I know it, indeed-you are very fair. Ann. Nay, then I see you have a merry sick ness. Giov. That's as it proves. The poets feign, I · read, That Juno for her forehead did exceed All other goddesses; but I durst swear Your forehead exceeds her's, as her's did theirs. Ann. Troth, this is pretty! Giov. Such a pair of stars As are thine eyes, would, like Promethean fire, If gently glanced, give life to senseless stones. Ann. Fie upon you! Giov. The lily and the rose, most sweetly strange, Upon your dimple cheeks do strive for change: Such lips would tempt a saint; such hands as those Would make an anchorite lascivious. Ann. Do you mock me, or flatter me? Giov. If you would see a beauty more exact Than art can counterfeit, or nature frame, Look in your glass, and there behold your own. Ann. O, you are a trim youth! Giov. Here! Ann. What to do? [Offers his dagger to her. Giov. And here's my breast; strike home! Ann. Are you earnest? Giov. Yes, most earnest. You cannot love? Ann. Whom? Giov. Me. My tortured soul Hath felt affliction in the heat of death. Ann. Forbid it, my just fears! If this be true, 'twere fitter I were dead. Giov. True! Annabella; 'tis no time to jest. I have too long suppress'd my hidden flames, That almost have consum'd. me; I have spent Many a silent night in sighs and groans; Ran over all my thoughts, despised my fate, Reason'd against the reasons of my love, Done all that smooth-cheek'd virtue could advise, But found all bootless: 'tis my destiny That you must either love, or I must die. |