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D'Av. Fernando is your rival, has stolen your duchess's heart, murther’d friendship; horns your head, and laughs at your horns.
Duke. My heart is split.
D'Av. Take courage, be a prince in resolution: I knew it would nettle you in the fire of your composition, and was loth to have given the first report of this more than ridiculous blemish to all patience or moderation; but, oh my lord, what would not a subject do to approve his loyalty to his sovereign? Yet, good sir, take it as quietly as you can; I must needs say 'tis a foul fault, but what man is he under the sun, that is free from the career of his destiny? May be she will in time reclaim the errors of her youth; or 't were a great happiness in you, if you could not believe it; that's the surest way, my lord, in my poor counsel.
Duke. The icy current of my frozen blood Is kindled
up in agonies as hot As flames of burning sulphur. Oh my
fate! A cuckold ? had my dukedom's whole inheritance Been rent, mine honours levell’d in the dust, So she, that wicked woman, might have slept Chaste in my bosom, 't had been all a sport.And he, that villain, viper to my heart, That he should be the man !3 death above utter
ance ! Take heed you prove this true.
D’Av. My lord.
3 That he should be the man.] This hemistich is repeated in the 4to, apparently by mistake, as it destroys the metre.
Duke. If not,
D'Av. As for that, 'would it were as good as I would make it! I can, if you will temper your distractions, but bring you where you shall see it; no more.
Duke. See it?
D’Av. Aye, see it, if that be proof sufficient. I, for my part, will slack no service that may testify my simplicity.
Fern. Sir, the abbot
Duke. We will give him welcome
[Exit with FERN. D'Av. Excellent! now for a horned moon.
[Music within. But I hear the preparation for the entertainment of this great abbot. Let him come and go, that matters nothing to this; whilst he rides abroad in hope to purchase a purple hat, our duke shall as earnestly heat the pericranium of his noddle with a yellow hood at home. I hear them coming.
Loud Music. Enter Servants with Torches: then the DUKE, fol
lowed by FERNANDO, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, PETRUCHIO, and NIBRASSA, at one door; two Friars, the ABBOT and Attendants, at the other. The DUKE and ABBOT meet and salute ; BIANCA and the rest salute, and are saluted; they rank themselves, and pass over the Stage; the Choir singing.
D’Av. On to your victuals; some of you, I know, Feed upon wormwood.
Another Apartment in the same. Enter PETRUCH1o and NIBRASSA with Napkins. Pet. The duke's on rising; are you ready? ho! ( Within.) All ready.
Nib. Then, Petruchio, arm thyself with courage and resolution; and do not shrink from being stayed on thy own virtue. Pet. I am resolved :-fresh lights! I hear 'em
coming Enter Attendants with Lights, before the DUKE,
Abbot, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, FERNANDO, and
In giving welcome as our hearts would wish,
Abbot. Great duke, your worthy honours
you in me so much respect the church, Thus much I'll promise; at my next return, His Holiness shall grant (you) an indulgence Both large and general.
Duke. Our humble duty. Seat you, my lords; now let the masquers enter.
Enter, in an antick fashion, FERENTES, ROSEILLI,
and MAURUCCIO at several doors; they dance a short time. Suddenly enter to them Colona, JuLIA, and Morona in odd shapes, and dance; the men gaze at them, are at a stand, and are invited by the women to dance. They dance together sundry changes; at last they close FERENTES in,-MAURUCcio and RoseilLI being shook off, and standing at several ends of the Stage gazing. The women hold hands and dance about FERENTES in divers complimental offers of courtship; at length they suddenly fall upon him and stab him; he falls, and they run out at several doors.
The Music ceases.
Fer. Uncase me; I am slain in jest. A pox upon your outlandish feminine anticks! pull off my visor; I shall bleed to death ere I have time to
feel where I am hurt. Duke, I am slain: off with my visor, for heaven's sake, off with my visor ! Duke. Slain? take his visor off :-(they unmask
him)- we are betray'd; Seize on them ! two are yonder: hold Ferentes; Follow the rest : apparent treachery!
Abbot. Holy St. Bennet, what a sight is this !
Re-enter JULIA, COLONA, and MORONA unmasked;
each with a Child in her arms. Jul. Be not amaz’d, great princes, but vouch
Col. I was too quickly won, you slave.
Jul. I (and I never shall forget the wrong)
[Stabs him. Fer. 0, 0, oh !-