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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, In their own natures, models of mere change; Of change of what is naught to what is worse.-She feed you liberally?
Fut. Twenty ducats She forced on me; vow'd, by the precious love She bore the best of men, (I use, my lord, Her very words,) the miracle of men, Malfato,--then she sigh’d;—this mite of gold
- and yet,
Was only entrance to a farther bounty:
Adur. Devil !
Fut. There lies, my lord, her cunning,
Adur. Here began her itch.
Adur. Well urg'd,
Adur. And love thee for it.
now we prattle
Adur. For delivering
Fut. Whereto I No sooner had consented, with protests-(I did protest, my lord)—of secrecy And service, but she kiss'd me, as I live, Of her own free accord—I trust your lordship Conceives not me amiss—pray rip the seal, My lord, you'll find sweet stuff, I dare believe.
Adur. [reads.] Present to the most accomplished of men, Malfato, with this love a service. Kind superscription! prithee, find him out, Deliver it with compliment; observe How ceremoniously he does receive it.
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.Much newer project labours in my brain.?
? Much newer project, &c.) The old copy, by a slight mistake, reads--"Much never project," &c.
Your friend! here's now the Gemini of wit:
Piero. Very fine,
Fut. Your lordship’s ear
Adur. As how?
Piero. You know, my lord,
Fut. And, my good lord,
Adur. Well,- Amoretta.-
Piero. Speak, Futelli.
Fut. Spare me.
Fut. Shall be your's.
Piero. By any means, Partake the sport, my lord; this thing of youth
Fut. Handsome enough, good face, quick eye,
Piero. A duke, a count,
Fut. She scorns all mention of a match beneath
Fut. Are for the poor :
Piero. She says,
fitterFut. Fitter for litters to convey hounds in, Than people Christian: yet herself
Fut. But by hearsay.
Are out of breath sure: 'tis a kind of compliment
Piero. In plain troth,