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Adur. Trelcatio's daughter?

Fut. Has refused suitors

Of worthy rank, substantial and free parts,
Only for that they are not dukes, or counts;
Yet she herself, with all her father's store,
Can hardly weigh above four hundred ducats.
Adur. Now, your design for sport?
Piero. Without prevention:

Guzman, the Spaniard late cashier'd, most gravely
Observes the full punctilios of his nation;
And him have we beleaguer'd to accost
This she-piece, under a pretence of being
Grandee of Spain, and cousin to twelve princes.
Fut. For rival unto whom we have enraged
Fulgoso, the rich coxcomb lately started
A gentleman, out of a sutler's hut,

In the late Flemish wars; we have resolv'd him
He is descended from Pantagruel,

Of famous memory, by the father's side,
And by the mother from dame Fusti-Bunga,
Who, troubled long time with a strangury,
Vented at last salt-water so abundantly,

As drown'd the land 'twixt Zirick-see and Vere,"
Where steeples' tops are only seen. He casts
Beyond the moon, and will be greater yet,

In spight of Don.

Adur. You must abuse the maid,9

Beyond amends.


* As drown'd the land 'twixt Zirick-see and Vere.] The old copy reads Sirixia and Vere. The allusion is to the great inundation which overwhelmed a considerable part of Zealand in the early part of the 16th century.

You must abuse the maid.] If must be not an error of the press for much, it is used here in the sense of--it cannot be but you abuse the maid beyond, &c.

Fut. But countenance the course,

My lord, and it may chance, beside the mirth, To work a reformation on the maiden:

Her father's leave is granted, and thanks promised;

Our ends are harmless trials.

Adur. I betray

No secrets of such use.

Piero and Fut. Your lordship's humblest.



A Room in MALFATO'S House.


Aurel. A melancholy, grounded, and resolv'd, Received into a habit, argues love,

Or deep impression of strong discontents.
In cases of these rarities a friend,

Upon whose faith, and confidence, we may
Vent with security our grief, becomes
Oft-times the best physician; for, admit
We find no remedy, we cannot miss
Advice instead of comfort; and believe,
It is an ease, Malfato, to disburthen

Our souls of secret clogs, where they may find
A rest in pity, though not in redress.

Mal. Let all this sense be yielded to.
Aurel. Perhaps

You measure what I say, the common nature

Of an officious curiosity.

Mal. Not I, sir.

Aurel. Or that other private ends

Sift your retirements.

Mal. Neither.

Enter FUTElli.

Fut. Under favour,

Signor Malfato, I am sent to crave

Your leisure, for a word or two in private.

Mal. To me!-Your mind.

Fut. This letter will inform ye.

[Gives him the letter.

Mal. Letter? how's this? what's here?

Fut. Speak you to me, sir?

Mal. Brave riddle! I'll endeavour to unfold it.

Aurel. How fares the Lord Adurni?

Fut. Sure in health, sir.

Aurel. He is a noble gentleman, withal

Happy in his endeavours: the general voice
Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,
And every fair demeanor, an example;
Titles of honour add not to his worth,

Who is himself an honour to his titles.

Mal. You know from whence this comes?
Fut. I do.

Mal. D'ye laugh!

But that I must consider such as spaniels

To those who feed and clothe them, I would print

Thy pandarism upon thy forehead :-there!

[Throws him the letter.

Bear back that paper to the hell from whence
It gave thee thy directions! tell this lord,
He ventured on a foolish policy,

In aiming at the scandal of my blood;
The trick is childish, base,-say base.
Fut. You wrong him.

Aurel. Be wise, Malfato.

Mal. Say, I know this whore.
She who sent this temptation, was wife
To his abused servant; and divorced
From poor Benatzi, senseless of the wrongs,
That madam Levidolche and Adurni

Might revel in their sports without controul,
Secure, uncheck'd.

Aurel. You range too wildly now,

Are too much inconsiderate.

Mal. I am

A gentleman free born, I never wore
The rags of any great man's looks, nor fed
Upon their after-meals; I never crouch'd
Unto the offal of an office promised,

(Reward for long attendance,) and then miss'd.
I read no difference between this huge,
This monstrous big word lord, and gentleman,
More than the title sounds; for aught I learn,
The latter is as noble as the first,

I am sure more ancient.

Aurel. Let me tell you then,

You are too bitter, talk you know not what. Make all men equals, and confound all course Of order, and of nature! this is madness.

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Mal. 'Tis so; and I have reason to be mad,
Reason, Aurelio, by my truth and hopes.
This wit Futelli brings a suit of love
From Levidolche, one, however mask'd
In colourable privacy, is famed

The Lord Adurni's pensioner, at least.
Am I a husband pick'd out for a strumpet?
For a cast suit of bawdry? Aurelio,
You are as I am,1 you could ill digest
The trial of a patience so unfit.-

Begone, Futelli, do not mince one syllable
Of what you hear; another fetch like this

May tempt a peace to rage: so say; begone!
Fut. I shall report your answer.

Mal. What have I

Deserv'd to be so used! In colder blood,

I do confess nobility requires

Duty and love; it is a badge of virtue,

By action first acquired, and next in rank
Unto anointed royalty.—Wherein
Have I neglected distance, or forgot
Observance to superiors? sure, my name
Was in the note mistook.

Aurel. We will consider

The meaning of this mystery.

Mal. Not so;


Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear,

The sweetest freedom is an honest heart. [Exeunt.


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