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Acquaintance with mine own-keep your first distance.
[He draws back. Camillo! who is near? Vespucci!
Enter Julio, Camillo, and VESPUCCI.
Flav. Oh, my stomach
[TO JUL. Or I shall swoon. You've staid a sweet while
from me. And this companion too-beshrew him!
Jul. Dearest, Thou art my health, my blessing :—turn the
Cam. Hence, hence, you vermin! [Exit Fab.
Flav. Prettily mended,
Jul. A petition,
Flav. We must not
And send him with some pittance out o' th' coun
Jul. Thy will
Flav. You have been
country, Ladies are privy-counsellors, I warrant ye; Are they not, think ye? there the land is, doubt
less, Most politicly govern'd; all the women Wear swords and breeches, I have heard most
certainly: Such sights were excellent.
Jul. Thou’rt a matchless pleasure; No life is sweet without thee: in my heart Reign empress, and be stiled thy Julio's sovereign, My only, precious dear.
Flav. We'll prove no less t'ye. [Ereunt.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter Troelo and Livio.
Troy. Sea-sick ashore still! thou could'st rarely
scape A calenture in a long voyage, Livio, Who in a short one, and at home, art subject
To such faint stomach-qualms; no cordials comfort The business of thy thoughts, for aught I see: What ails thee, man? be merry, hang up jea
lousies. Liv. Who, I? I jealous ? no, no, here's no cause In this place; 'tis a nunnery, a retirement For meditation; all the difference extant But puzzles only bare belief, not grounds it. Rich services in plate, soft and fair lodgings, Varieties of recreations, exercise Of music in all changes, neat attendance, Princely, nay royal furniture of garments, Satiety of gardens, orchards, waterworks, Pictures so ravishing, that ranging eyes Might dwell upon a dotage of conceit, Without a single wish for livelier substance!— The great world, in a little world of Fancy, Is here abstracted: no temptation proffer'd, But such as fools and mad folks can invite to;
Troy. And yet your reason cannot answer Th’ objections of your fears, which argue danger.
Liv. Danger? dishonour, Troylo: were my sis
In safety from those charms, I must confess
Troy. But you could not,
Liv. My presence then is usher to her ruin, And loss of her, the fruit of my preferment?
Troy. Briefly partake a secret; but be sure
Liv. By our firm truth of friendship, I subscribe To just conditions.
Troy. Our great uncle-marquis, Disabled from his cradle, by an impotence In nature first, that impotence since seconded And render'd more infirm, by a fatal breach Received in fight against the Turkish gallies, Is made incapable of any faculty Of active manhood, more than what affections Proper unto his sex, must else distinguish; So that no helps of art can warrant life, Should he transcend the bounds his weakness
limits. Liv. On; I attend with eagerness.
Troy. 'Tis strange
Liv. Good, good-Troylo. Oh, that I had a lusty faith to credit it, Though none of all this wonder should be possible!
Troy. As I love honour, and an honest name, I faulter not, my Livio, in one syllable. Liv. News admirable ! ’tis, 'tis so-pish, I know
itYet he has a kind heart of his own to girls, Young, handsome girls; yes, yes, so he may; 'Tis granted:-he would now and then be piddling, And play the wanton, like a fly that dallies About a candle's flame; then scorch his wings, Drop down, and creep away, ha ?
Troy. Hardly that too; To look upon fresh beauties, to discourse In an unblushing merriment of words, To hear them play or sing, and see them dance; To pass the time in pretty amorous questions, Read a chaste verse of love, or prattle riddles, Is th' height of his temptations.
Liv. Send him joy on't!
Troy. His choices are not of the courtly train, Nor city's practice; but the country's innocence; Such as are gentle born, not meanly; such, To whom both gawdiness and ape-like fashions Are monstrous ; such as cleanliness and decency Prompt to a virtuous envy; such as study A knowledge of no danger, but themselves. Liv. Well, I have liv'd in ignorance: the an
cients, Who chatted of the golden age, feign'd trifles.