SCENE II. A Room in the House of ADUrni. Enter ADURNI, and FUTELLI, with a letter which he presents to Adurni. Adur. With her own hand? Fut. She never used, my lord, A second means, but kiss'd the letter first, O'erlook'd the superscription; then let fall Some amorous drops, kiss'd it again, talk'd to it Twenty times over, set it to her mouth, Then gave it me, then snatch'd it back again, Then cry'd, "Oh, my poor heart!" and, in an in stant, "Commend my truth and secrecy." Such medley Of passion yet I never saw in woman. Adur. In woman? thou'rt deceiv'd; but that we both Had mothers, I could say how women are, Fut. Twenty ducats She forced on me; vow'd, by the precious love Malfato, then she sigh'd;-this mite of gold Was only entrance to a farther bounty: How durst she tempt thee [thus,] Futelli, knowing Thy love to me? Fut. There lies, my lord, her cunning, Rather her craft; first she began, what pity Quoth she, "since 'tis [in] very deed unfit In Adur. Here began her itch. Fut. I answer'd, she was happy then, whose choice you, my lord, was singular. Adur. Well urg'd, Fut. She smiled, and said, it might be so; and yet There stopp'd: then I closed with her, and con cluded The title of a lord was not enough, For absolute perfection; I had seen Persons of meaner quality, much more Exact in fair endowments-but your lordship Adur. And love thee for it. Fut. "Phew! let that pass," quoth she, Of handsome gentlemen, in my opinion, " and Is he not, pray, sir?" I had then the truth Adur. For delivering A letter to Malfato? Fut. Whereto I No sooner had consented, with protests-- Fut. Will not your lordship peruse the contents? Adur. Enough, I know too much; be just and cunning; A wanton mistress is a common sewer.- 7 Much newer project, &c.] The old copy, by a slight mistake, reads "Much never project," &c. Enter PIERO. Your friend! here's now the Gemini of wit: Piero. Very fine, I do protest my lord. Fut. Your lordship's ear Shall share i' th' plot. Adur. As how? Piero. You know, my lord, Young Amoretta, old Trelcatio's daughter; An honest man, but poor. Fut. And, my good lord, He that is honest must be poor, my lord; Pray, one at once-my knowledge is not much Of her, instruct me. Piero. Speak, Futelli. Fut. Spare me. Piero has the tongue more pregnant. Piero. Fie! Play on your creature? Fut. Shall be your's. Piero. Nay, good. Adur. Well, keep your mirth, my dainty honies; agree Some two days hence, till when Piero. By any means, Partake the sport, my lord; this thing of youth Fut. Handsome enough, good face, quick eye, well bred. Piero. Is yet possest so strangely- -Fut. With an humour Of thinking she deserves—— Piero. A duke, a count, At least a viscount, for her husband, that—— Fut. She scorns all mention of a match beneath One of the foresaid nobles; will not ride In a caroch without eight horses. Piero. Six She may be drawn to; four Fut. Are for the poor: But for two horses in a coach- Piero. She says, They're not for creatures of Heaven's making; fitter Fut. Fitter for litters to convey hounds in, Than people Christian: yet herself Piero. Herself Walks evermore a-foot, and knows not whether A coach doth trot or amble Fut. But by hearsay. Adur. Stop, gentlemen, you run you run a gallop both; Are out of breath sure: 'tis a kind of compliment You coin a humour; let me understand Piero. In plain troth, My lord, the she whom we describe is such, |