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Deny him not, and leave the rest to me.

Flo. Thy Youth I see doth put thee on too fast,
Thou hast too much of Passion, gentle Brother:
Think'st thou the Death of a poor luftful King
Or Peer can give me ease?
No, for if it cou'd, my Hand durst go as far that way
As thine
Had the been chaste, there had no Tempers been,
Or if there had, I had not thought it Sin!
Draw not thy Sword at all, I do beseech thee,
'Twill not deserve one Drop of noble Blood;
Forget it, do, for my fake

Cla. May Heav'n forget me then!
Where is the Courage of thy House become?
When didst thou cease to be thy self?
Shall two brave Families be wrong'd,
Most basely wrong’d,
And shall we tamely like Philosophers
Dispute it without Reasons

I live the Scorn of all the World,
Then die forgotten, - No, no,
Were there as many Actors in thy Wrong,
As does the vast Stage of the World now bear,
Not one shou'd 'scape my Rage, I and my Ghost
Wou'd persecute them all.
By all our Ties of Love, of Brother, Friend,
By what thou holdft most dear, I do conjure thee
To leave this Work to me;
And if e'er thou canst think

That I present thee not a full Revenge,
Than take it out on me.

Flo. Thy Zeal hath overcome me,
What wou'dft thou have me do?

Cla. Nothing but this; obey the King in all
He shall desire, and let your Servants be at my dispose -
This Night ; one of your faithfullest Confidents
Send hither presently.

. Well I shall, but what you'll do, Heav'n knows, I know not, nor will I

asin) Iç is enough that I, against my Will,


First may


Am made a passive Instrument of ill.

Cla. So, there is but this,
The wanton King this Night thinks to embrace
My Sister; his Bed shall


his Grave;
His own Favourite shall make it so:
I have perswaded him she yields,
And this Night doth expect him:
He, to make

sure o'the Husband,
By my Advice, as if he did intend
Some Jeft, means to change Lodgings
With wrong'd Florelio, the Favourite. Enter Petruchio.
Oh Petruchio! welcome, you have other Cloaths.
These I shou'd borrow for a little while,
In Masking times Disguises are in Fashion?
I have a pretty Plot in Hand, and if it take,
'Twill be some Crowns in thy way.

| Pet. I shall pray hard it may,
My Cloaths howsoever are at your Service.

Cla. And I at yours, Petruchio;
But you must be dumb
And secret now.

Pet. As any Statue, Sir,
Cla, Come then, let's about it.



Enter Lepido and Drollio. Drol. A

Rare Mask no doubt, who contrivd it?

Lep. Marry he that says 'tis good, howsoc'er he Signior Multicarni.

(has made it, Drol, Who, the Poet Laureat? Lep. The same.'

Drol. O then 'twere Blasphemy to speak against it:
What, are we full of Cupids ?
Do we sail upon the vast, and refail,
And fetch the Mask from the Clouds?

Lep: Away Critick, thou never understoodst him.
Drol. Troth I confess it; but my Comfort is,
Others are troubled with the same Disease,


'Tis Epedemical, Lepido, take't on my Word, And so let's in, and ice how things go forward. [Exeunt,

SCEN E 11.

Enter Francelia fola, weeping.
Fran. Swell on my Griefs, and Oye gent'er Tcars
Drop still, and never cease to fall

Till you become a boundless Ocean;
Then drown the Source that sent you out, and hide
Francelia from her Husband's sight:
Her wronged Husband's;
Oh cou'd my Florelio but see
How all hot' Flames within me are gone forth,
Sure he wou'd love again:
Yet sure he wou'd not: Heav'ns! how just you are,
And oh how wicked I am!
My Heart beats thick as if my end was nigh,
And wou'd it were ! a better time Death
Cannot take; an Absolution I have had,
And have confeft my unchafte Love
Unto my ghostly Father; my Peace is made above,
But here below what mak'st thou here

[Enter Clarimont like to Petruchio,
Cla. She weeps, the Whore repents perchance :
Madam, it is my Master's Pleasure that this Night
You keep your Chamber.

Fran. Thy Voice and Countenance arç not the same, They tell me that thy Master is displeased,

Cla. Madam, it may be so; but that to me
Is as unknown as is the Newfound World:
I am his Servant, and obey Commands.

· Fran. And so am I, I prithee tell him so, I will not stir.

[Exit. Cla. How cunning is the Devil in a Woman's Shape! He had almost again persuaded me To have become her Brother. [Enter a Servant.

Ser: - Petruchio, the Favourite is lighted at the Door, ' And asks to see my Lady.

Cla. My Lady is retir'd, where is he? This to my Heart's desire falls ous.


Enrer Bellamino tbe Favourite. Bella. Where's Francelia?

Cla. My Lord, she is not well, And craves your Lordship's Pardon.

Bella. What, fick upon a Mask-Night, And when the King sends for her! Come, come, that must not be; Which way is she? [Clarimont steps to bins and whispers. Bella. By Heav'n

[He starts

. Cla. By Heav'n, nor will she ever see you more, ifhe-

Bella. I understand you, I am Bellamino ;
If e'er he see the Morning,
I had decreed it, nor shou'd he have furviv'd
Three Days, had he been ne'er so filent:
This Night's his last, Petruchio,
This Arm shall make it so,
I will not trust my Brother with the Act.

Cla. Nobly resolv'd; but how, or where, my Lord?
Bella. No matter where, rather than fail,
I'll make the Presence-Chamber be
The Place of Execution.

Cla. Still nobly, but my Lord
Bella. But again, Petruchio.

Cla.-And again, my Lord, why
Think you that Petruchio, when he is
Entrusted in a Business, will not see
It rightly done, and for his Lady's Honour ?
You'll kill him, and in publick, then forsooth
When you're i'th Saddle; all the Court shall cry
Francelia was weary of her Husband :
No, no, my Lady loves


well, But loves her Honour too; and there are ways, I hope To keep the one, and yet not loose the other: Do not I know my Lady lyes alone, And will feign her self sick this Night, And all on purpose too ? am not I to let you Into her Chamber, and to give out, the Fact once done, That he kill'd himself. —


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