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Enter F10RMONDA and D'Avolos, in close conver
Fior. No more, thou hast, in this discovery,
D'Av. But had your grace seen the infinite appetite of lust in the piercing adultery of his eye,
Fior. Orchange him, or confound him:-prompt
dissembler! Is here the bond of his religious vow? And that, “ now when the duke is rid abroad, My gentleman will stay behind, is sick—or so"?
D'Av. “ Not altogether in health”;—it was the excuse he made.
Maur. (seeing them.] Most fit opportunity! her grace comes just i'th' nick; let me study.
Fer. Lose no time, my lord.
of a love so fervent. Fior. What means the jolly youth?
Maur. Nothing, sweet princess, but only to present your grace with this sweet-faced fool; please you to accept him to make you merry : I'll assure your grace he is a very wholesome fool.
Fior. A fool! you might as well have given
yourself. Whence is he?
Maur. Now, just very now, given me out of special favour, by the lord Fernando, madam. Fior. By him ? well, I accept him; thank you
for't ; And, in requital, take that tooth-picker ;
Maur. A tooth-picker! I kiss your bounty: no quibble now ?-And, madam,
If I grow sick, to make my spirits quicker,
Fior. Make use on't as you list; here, D'Avolos, Take in the fool.
D'Av. Come, sweetheart, wilt along with me?
Ros. Uu umh,-u u umh,wonnot, wonnot-u u umh. Fior. Wilt go
chick ? Ros. Will go, te e e-go
te e e--go will go— Fior. Come, D'Avolos, observe to-night; 'tis
late: Or I will win my choice, or curse my fate.
[Exeunt Fior. Ros. and D'Av. Fer. This was wisely done now.
S'foot, you purchase a favour from a creature, my lord, the greatest king of the earth would be proud of.
Maur. Come behind me, Giacopo; I am big with conceit, and must be delivered of poetry, in
the eternal commendation of this gracious toothpicker :-but, first, I hold it a most healthy policy to make a slight supperFor meat's the food that must preserve our lives, And now's the time when mortals whet their knivesOn thresholds, shoe-soles, cart-wheels, &c. Away, Giacopo.
The Palace.—The Duchess's Apartment.
1 Enter ColonA with lights, BIANCA, FIORMONDA,
JULIA, FERNANDO, and D'Avolos; COLONA places the lights on a table, and sets down a chessboard.
Bian. 'Tis yet but early night, too soon to sleep; Sister, shall's have a mate at chess?
Fior. A mate! No, madam, you are grown too hard for me; My lord Fernando is a fitter match. Bian. He's a well-practis'd gamester-well, I
care not How cunning soe'er he be.—To pass an hour I'll try your skill, my lord: reach here the chess
board. D'Av. Are you so apt to try his skill, madam duchess ? Very good!
[Aside. Fern. I shall bewray too much my ignorance In striving with your highness; 'tis a game I lose at still, by oversight.
Bian. Well, well,
[FERNANDO and the Duchess play. Fior. You need not, madam!
D'Av. [Aside to Fior.] Marry needs she not; how gladly will she to’t! 'tis a rook to a queen she heaves a pawn to a knight's place; by'r lady, if all be truly noted, to a duke's place;t and that's beside the play, I can tell ye.
Fior. Madam, I must entreat excuse; I feel
Bian. Lights for our sister, sirs !
and, as thou canst, Be near to hear their courtship, D'Avolos.
D'Av. Madam, I shall observe them with all cunning secrecy.
Bian. Colona, attend our sister to her chamber. Col. I shall, madam
(Exit Fior. followed by Col. Jul. and D’Av. Bian. Play
Fern. I must not lose the advantage of the game; Madam, your queen is lost.
Bian. My clergy help me;'
4 To a duke's place; and that's beside the play, &c.] i. e. that's no part of the game; in other words, there is no piece of this name. The allusion is sufficiently clear.
s My clergy help me.] i. e. my bishops—but those who understand the
and upon all others, they are thrown away.
My queen! and nothing for it but a pawn?
[FERNANDO often looks about. Bian. You must needs play well, you are so
studious.Fie upon't! you study past patience :What do you dream on? here's demurring Would weary out a statue !-Good now, play. Fern. Forgive me; let my knees for ever stick
[Kneels. Nail'd to the ground, as earthy as my fears, Ere I arise, to part away so curst In my
unbounded anguish, as the rage Of flames, beyond all utterance of words, Devour me, lighten'd by your sacred eyes.
Bian. What means the man ?
Fern. To lay before your feet
6 In virtue's breast.] The 4to reads in virtue's quest : of which I can make nothing.