Are all my joys abstracted:-death to my thoughts! My other plague comes to me. Enter FIORMONDA and JULIA. Fior. My lord Fernando, what, so hard at study! You are a kind companion to yourself, That love to be alone so. Fern. Madam, no; I rather chose this leisure to admire The glories of this little world, the court, Fior. So, so, sir! (leave us, Julia) [Exit JUL.] your own proof, By travel and prompt observation, Instructs you how to place the use of speech.- Fern. No wonders, lady, Like these I see at home. Fior. At home! as how? Fern. Your pardon, if my tongue, the voice of So far above all beauties else abroad, Fior. Fy, fy! your wit hath too much edge. Or any thing, that I could challenge mine, I serve, in love, the sister of my prince! 395 Fior. 'Tis for your prince's sake then, not for mine? Fern. For you in him, and much for him in you, I must acknowledge, madam, I observe, In your affects, a thing to me most strange, Which makes me so much honour you the more. Fior. Pray tell it. Fern. Gladly, lady: I see how opposite to youth and custom, Of so renown'd a prince as was your lord. I know it is a needless task in me, To set him forth in his deserved praise, So much more was your loss in losing him. Of him! his praise should be a field too large, Fior. Sir, enough: 'tis true He well deserv'd your labour; on his death-bed With this, but to the man I lov'd as dearly To your deserts, wear this for him and me. Fern. Madam? Fior. "Tis yours. [Offers him the ring. Fern. Methought you said, he charged you Not to impart it but to him you loved As dearly as you loved him. Fior. True, I said so. Fern. Oh, then far be it my unhallow'd hand, With any rude intrusion, should unveil A testament enacted by the dead. Fior. Why man, that testament is disannull'd, And cancell❜d quite by us that live. Look here, My blood is not yet freez'd; for better instance, Be judge yourself; experience is no dangerCold are my sighs; but feel, my lips are warm. [Kisses him. Fern. What means the virtuous marquess? Fior. To new-kiss The oath to thee, which whilst he lived was his: Hast thou yet power to love? Fern. To love! Fior. To meet Sweetness of language in discourse as sweet? Fern. Madam, 'twere dulness, past the igno rance Of common blockheads, not to understand Fern. I said, I made a vow- Enter BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, COLONA, and Blessed deliverance! Fior. Prevented? mischief on this interruption! [Aside. Bian. My lord Fernando, you encounter fitly, I have a suit t'ye. Fern. 'Tis my duty, madam, To be commanded. Bian. Since my lord, the duke, Is now dispos'd to mirth, the time serves well For mediation, that he would be pleased To take the lord Roseilli to his grace. He is a noble gentleman; I dare And, sister, one that ever strove, methought, With us, in being suitors to the duke Fior. To court! indeed, You have some cause to speak; he undertook, The jolly riding man; pray get him back; I do not need his service, madam, I. Bian. Not need it, sister? why, I hope you think 'Tis no necessity in me to move it, Honour is talk'd of more than known by some. Your judgment rightly speaks him; there is not, Fior. How! is't even so? Pet. I shall for ever bless [Aside. Your highness, for your gracious kind esteem |