And do confess my weakness; if thou tempt'st Bian. Now hear me out. When first Caraffa, Pavy's duke, my lord, Not mov'd by counsel, or removed by greatness; I have done so: nor was there in the world Bian. True, I do, Beyond imagination: if no pledge Of love can instance what I speak is true, But loss of my best joys; here, here, Fernando, Be satisfied, and ruin me. Fern. What do you mean? Bian. To give my body up to thy embraces, A pleasure that I never wish'd to thrive in, Before this fatal minute: mark me now; If thou dost spoil me of this robe of shame, By my best comforts, here I vow again, To thee, to heaven, to the world, to time, Ere yet the morning shall new-christen day, I'll kill myself! Fern. How, madam, how! Bian. I will: Do what thou wilt, 'tis in thy choice; what say you? Fern. Pish! do you come to try me? tell me, first, Will you but grant a kiss? Bian. Yes, take it; that, Or what thy heart can wish: I am all thine. [FERN. kisses her. Fern. Oh, me!-Come, come; how many women, pray, Were ever heard or read of, granted love, And did as you protest you will? Bian. Fernando, [Kneels. Jest not at my calamity.-I kneel-- Think me a common and most cunning whore, 9 Yet I hope, anon, &c.] Hope is apparently used here for expect; in which sense it also occurs in Henry IV. where the Prince says 66 By how much better than my word I am, Bian. No, by the faith I owe my bridal vows! But ever hold thee much, much dearer far, Than all my joys on earth, by this chaste kiss. [Kisses him. Fern. You have prevail'd; and Heaven forbid that I Should by a wanton appetite profane Bian. Nay, be thine: Command my power, my bosom; and I'll write This love within the tables of my heart. Fern. Enough; I'll master passion, and triumph In being conquered; adding to it this, In you my love, as it begun, shall end. Bian. The latter I new-vow-but day comes on; What now we leave unfinish'd of content, Each hour shall perfect up: Sweet, let us part. Fern. This kiss,-best life, good rest! [Kisses her. Bian. All mine to thee! Remember this, and think I speak thy words: "When I am dead, rip up my heart, and read With constant eyes, what now my tongue defines, Fernando's name carv'd out in bloody lines." Once more good rest, sweet! Fern. Your most faithful servant. [The scene closes. ACT III. SCENE I. An Apartment in the Palace. Enter NIBRASSA, followed by JULIA, weeping. Nib. Get from me, strumpet, infamous whore, leprosy of my blood! make thy moan to balladsingers and rhymers; they'll jig out thy wretchedness and abominations to new tunes: as for me, I renounce thee; thou'rt no daughter of mine, I disclaim the legitimation of thy birth, and curse the hour of thy nativity. Jul. Pray, sir, vouchsafe me hearing. Nib. With child! shame to my grave! Oh whore, wretched beyond utterance or reformation, what would'st say? Jul. Sir, by the honour of my mother's hearse, He has protested marriage, pledg'd his faith; If vows have any force, I am his wife. Nib. His faith? Why, thou fool, thou wickedly credulous. fool, canst thou imagine luxury is observant of religion?' no, no; it is with a frequent letcher as usual to forswear as to swear; their piety is in making idolatry a worship: their hearts and their tongues are as different as thou, thou whore! and a virgin. 1 Canst thou imagine luxury is observant of religion?] i. e. lust. One example for all: "To my journey's end I hasten, and descend to the second continent of Delicacy, which is Lust or Luxury."— Christ's Tears over Jerusalem, p. 157. Jul. You are too violent; his truth will prove His constancy, and so excuse my fault. Nib. Shameless woman! this belief will damn thee. How will thy lady marquess justly reprove me, for preferring to her service a monster of so lewd and impudent a life! look to't; if thy smooth devil leave thee to thine infamy, I will never pity thy mortal pangs, never lodge thee under my roof, never own thee for my child; mercy be my witness! Enter PETRUCHIO, leading COLONA. Pet. Hide not thy folly by unwise excuse, Col. Good, my lord, Reclaim your incredulity; my fault Of wedlock, he hath seal'd his oath to mine, nay, Nib. Husband? hey-day! is't even so? then, we have partners in affliction; if my jolly gallant's long clapper have struck on both sides, all is well. Petruchio, thou art not wise enough to be a parator; come hither, man, come hither; speak softly, is thy daughter with child? 2 2 Thou art not wise enough to be a parator.] An inferior officer, F F |