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Fior. Mauruccio, you did once proffer true love To me, but since you are more thriftier sped, For old affection's sake here take this gold; Spend it for my sake.

Fern. Madam, you do nobly; And that's for me, Mauruccio.

[They give him money.

D'Av. Will you go, sir? Maur. Yes, I will go, and humbly thank your lordship and ladyship. Pavy, sweet Pavy, farewell!

Come, wife, come, Giacopo;

Now is the time that we away must lag,


And march in pomp with baggage and with bag.
poor Mauruccio! what hast thou misdone,
To end thy life when life was new begun?
Adieu to all; for lords and ladies see
My woeful plight, and squires of low degree!
D'Av. Away, away, sirs—

[Exeunt all but FIOR. and FERN.

Fior. My lord Fernando.
Fern. Madam.

Fior. Do you note

My brother's odd distractions? You were wont To bosom in his counsels; I am sure

You know the ground of it.

Fern. Not I, in troth.

Fior. Is't possible! What would you say, my lord,

If he, out of some melancholy spleen,

Edged on by some thank-picking parasite, Should now prove jealous? I mistrust it shrewdly.

Fern. What, madam! jealous?

Fior. Yes; for but observe;

A prince, whose eye is chooser to his heart,
Is seldom steady in the lists of love,
Unless the party he affects do match
His rank in equal portion, or in friends:
I never yet, out of report, or else

By warranted description, have observ'd
The nature of fantastic jealousy,

If not in him; yet on my conscience now,
He has no cause.

Fern. Cause, madam! by this light, I'll pledge my soul against a useless rush.

Fior. I never thought her less; yet trust me, sir,

No merit can be greater than your praise:
Whereat I strangely wonder, how a man
Vow'd, as you told me, to a single life,
Should so much deify the saints, from whom
You have disclaim'd devotion.

Fern. Madam, 'tis true;

From them I have, but from their virtues never. Fior. You are too wise, Fernando. To be plain,

You are in love; nay, shrink not, man, you are;
Bianca is your aim: why do you blush?
She is, I know she is.

Fern. My aim?

Fior. Yes, yours;

I hope I talk no news. Fernando, know


Thou runn'st to thy confusion, if, in time,
Thou dost not wisely shun that Circe's charm.
Unkindest man! I have too long conceal'd
My hidden flames, when still in silent signs
I courted thee for love, without respect
To youth or state; and yet thou art unkind;
Fernando, leave that sorceress, if not
For love of me, for pity of thyself.

Fern. (Walks aside.) Injurious woman, I defy thy lust.

'Tis not your subtle sifting [that] shall creep Into the secrets of a heart unsoil'd.

You are my prince's sister, else your malice
Had rail'd itself to death; but as for me,
Be record, all my fate! I do detest

Your fury or affection-judge the rest.

[Exit. Fior. What, gone! well, go thy ways; I see the


I humble my firm love, the more he shuns
Both it and me. So plain! then 'tis too late
To hope; change, peevish passion, to contempt:
Whatever rages in my blood I feel,
Fool, he shall know, I was not born to kneel.



Another Room in the same.


D'Av. Julia, mine own-speak softly. What, hast thou learn'd out any thing of this pale widgeon?" speak soft; what does she say?

Jul. Foh, more than all; there's not an hour shall pass,

But I shall have intelligence, she swears.
Whole nights-you know my mind; I hope you'll


The gown you promised me.

D'Av. Honest Julia, peace; thou art a woman worth a kingdom. Let me never be believed now, but I think it will be my destiny to be thy husband at last what though thou have a child,-or perhaps two!

Jul. Never but one, I swear.


D'Av. Well, one; is that such a matter? like thee the better for't; it shews thou hast a good tenantable and fertile womb, worth twenty of your barren, dry, bloodless devourers of youth:-but come, I will talk with thee more privately; the

? This pale widgeon.] Colona, who was the duchess's attendant, as Julia was Fiormonda's. I know not what "whole nights," in the next speech, refers to, unless it be part of Colona's intelligence, and mean that the duchess and Fernando have passed such together. D'Avolos finds just such an easy simpleton in Julia, as Vasques does in Putana.

duke has a journey in hand, and will not be long absent: see, he is come already-let's pass away easily. [Exeunt.

Enter DUKE and BIANCA.

Duke. Troubled? yes, I have cause.-O Bi


Here was my fate engraven in thy brow,

This smooth, fair, polish'd table! in thy cheeks
Nature summ'd up thy dower: 'twas not wealth,
The miser's god, or royalty of blood,
Advanced thee to my bed; but love, and hope
Of virtue, that might equal those sweet looks:
If then thou should'st betray my trust, thy faith,
To the pollution of a base desire,
Thou wert a wretched woman.

Bian. Speaks your love, Or fear, my lord?

Duke. Both, both; Bianca, know, The nightly languish of my dull unrest,

Hath stamp'd a strong opinion; for, methoughtMark what I say-as I in glorious pomp

Was sitting on my throne, while I had hemm'd
My best belov❜d Bianca in mine arms,

She reach'd my cap of state, and cast it down
Beneath her foot, and spurn'd it in the dust;
While I-oh, 'twas a dream too full of fate!—
Was stooping down to reach it, on my head,
Fernando, like a traitor to his vows,
Clapt, in disgrace, a coronet of horns.
But by the honour of anointed kings,

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