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Vas. You shall know presently. Come, sirs, take me this old damnable hag, gag her instantly, and put out her eyes, quickly, quickly!

Put. Vasques! Vasques!

Vas. Gag her, I say; 'sfoot, do you suffer her to prate? what do you fumble about? let me come to her. I'll help your old gums, you toad-bellied bitch! (they gag her.) Sirs, carry her closely into the coal-house, and put out her eyes instantly; if she roars, slit her nose; do you hear, be speedy and sure. [Exeunt BAN. with PUT. Why this is excellent, and above expectationher own brother! O horrible! to what a height of liberty in damnation hath the devil trained our age! her brother, well! there's yet but a beginning; I must to my lord, and tutor him better in his points of vengeance: now I see how a smooth tale goes beyond a smooth tail; but soft-what thing comes next? Giovanni! as I could wish; my belief is strengthened, 'tis as firm as winter and summer.


Gio. Where's my sister?

Vas. Troubled with a new sickness, my lord; she's somewhat ill.

Gio. Took too much of the flesh, I believe.

Vas. Troth, sir, and you I think have even hit it; but my virtuous lady

rance that they would be needed; the circumstance serves, however, to illustrate the savage nature of this revengeful villain.

Gio. Where is she?

Vas. In her chamber; please you visit her; she is alone. [G1o. gives him money.] Your liberality hath doubly made me your servant, and ever shall, [Exit G10.


Re-enter SORANzo.

Sir, I am made a man; I have plied my cue with cunning and success; I beseech you let us be private.

Sor. My lady's brother's come; now he'll know all.

Vas. Let him know it; I have made some of them fast enough. How have you dealt with my lady?

Sor. Gently, as thou hast counsell'd; O my


Runs circular in sorrow for revenge;

But, Vasques, thou shalt know

Vas. Nay, I will know no more, for now comes your turn to know; I would not talk so openly with you-let my young master take time enough, and go at pleasure; he is sold to death, and the devil shall not ransom him.-Sir, I beseech you, your' privacy.

Sor. No conquest can gain glory of my fear.



The Street before SORANZO's House.
ANNABELLA appears at a Window, above.

Ann. Pleasures, farewell, and all ye thriftless minutes

Wherein false joys have spun a weary life!
To these my fortunes now I take my leave.
Thou, precious Time, that swiftly rid'st in post
Over the world, to finish up the race

Of my last fate, here stay thy restless course,
And bear to ages that are yet unborn
A wretched, woeful woman's tragedy!.
My conscience now stands up against my lust,
With depositions character'd in guilt,

Enter FRIAR, below.

And tells me I am lost: now I confess;
Beauty that clothes the outside of the face,
Is cursed if it be not cloth'd with grace.
Here like a turtle, (mew'd up in a cage,)
Unmated, I converse with air and walls,
And descant on my vile unhappiness.
O Giovanni, that hast had the spoil

Of thine own virtues, and my modest fame;
Would thou hadst been less subject to those stars
That luckless reign'd at my nativity!

O would the scourge, due to my black offence,
Might pass from thee, that I alone might feel
The torment of an uncontrouled flame!

Friar. What's this I hear?

Ann. That man, that blessed friar,

Who join'd in ceremonial knot

my hand

To him whose wife I now am, told me oft,
I trod the path to death, and shew'd me how.
But they who sleep in lethargies of lust,

Hug their confusion, making Heaven unjust;
And so did I.

Friar. Here's music to the soul!

Ann. Forgive me, my good Genius, and this


Be helpful to my ends; let some good man
Pass this way, to whose trust I may commit
This paper, double lined with tears and blood;
Which being granted, here I sadly vow
Repentance, and a leaving of that life
I long have died in.

Friar. Lady, Heaven hath heard you,
And hath by providence ordain'd, that I
Should be his minister for your behoof.

Ann. Ha, what are you?

Friar. Your brother's friend, the Friar; Glad in my soul that I have liv'd to hear This free confession 'twixt your peace and you: What would you, or to whom? fear not to speak. Ann. Is Heaven so bountiful?-then I have


More favour than I hoped; here, holy man

[Throws down a letter. Commend me to my brother, give him that, That letter; bid him read it, and repent.


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Tell him that I, imprison'd in. my
Barr'd of all company, even of my guardian,
(Which gives me cause of much suspect) have

To blush at what hath past; bid him be wise,
And not believe the friendship of my lord;
I fear much more than I can speak: good father,
The place is dangerous, and spies are busy.
I must break off.—you'll do't?

Friar. Be sure I will,

And fly with speed:my blessing ever rest With thee, my daughter; live, to die more blest!

[Exit. Ann. Thanks to the heavens, who have pro

long'd my breath

To this good use! now I can welcome death. [Withdraws from the window.


Another Room in the same.


Vas. Am I to be believed now? first, marry a strumpet that cast herself away upon you but to laugh at your horns! to feast on your disgrace, riot in your vexations, cuckold you in your bridebed, waste your estate upon panders and bawds!Sor. No more, I say, no more.

Vas. A cuckold is a goodly tame beast, my lord!

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