« EelmineJätka »
My happiness, and mighty kings look pale
Fran. Your excellence,
Their numbers full, and in their councils wise;
In his attempts, married to victory.
Marc. Speak to him, Francisco.
One gale of your sweet breath will easily Though I confess you give her but her own, Disperse these clouds; and, but yourself, there's
Forces her modesty to the defence
Of a sweet blush.
Sfor. It need not, my Marcelia;
When most I strive to praise thee, I appear
Isa. You still court her
As if she were a mistress, not your wife. Sfor. A mistress, mother! she is more to me, And every day deserves more to be sued to. Marc. My worthiest lord!
My pride, my glory, in a word, my all! Bear witness, heaven, that I esteem myself In nothing worthy of the meanest praise You can bestow, unless it be in this,
That in my heart I love you, and desire, When you are sated with all earthly glories, And age and honours make you fit for heaven, That one grave may receive us.
Sfor 'Tis believ'd
Believ'd, my blest one.
Immortal viands ta'en in at his eyes.
Mari. How she winds herself
I could live ever thus.
Enter a Courier.
Cour. From Pavia, my dread lord.
Sfor. Speak, is all lost?
And I have heard you swear, I being safe,
Sfor. Out of my sight!.
[Throws away the Letter And all thoughts that may strangle mirt forsake me.
Fall what can fall, I dare the worst of fate Though the, foundation of the earth shoul shrink,
The glorious eye of heaven lose his splendou Supported thus, I'll stand upon the ruins, And seek for new life here. Why are you sac Some music there! by heaven he's not
Cour. [Delivers a Letter] The letter will Although his message should import my he
this, I heard a bold defiance delivered by a herald from the emperor, which was cheerfully received by the king of France. The battles being ready to join, and the can guard committed to my charge, en- To guard your excellency from certain dan Your high- He ceased to be a man. GASPERO. Sfor. All that my fears
forces me to end abruptly.
ness's humble servant.
Ready to join!-By this, then, I am nothing. Could fashion to me, or my enemies wis Or my estate secure.
[Aside. Is fallen upon me. Silence that harsh
Tis now unseasonable: a tolling bell,
This pamper'd lump of flesh must feast the worms,
Is fitter for me: I am sick.
Marc. My lord!
Think, think, Marcelia, what a cursed thing
Those jealous thoughts; the only blessing that Heav'n hath bestow'd on us, more than on beasts, Is, that 'tis in our pleasure when to die. Sfor. Sick to the death, Marcelia. Remove Besides, were I now in another's power, These signs of mirth: they were ominous, and I would not live for one short minute his; but usher'd I was born only yours, and I will die so. Sfor. Angels reward the goodness of this woman!
Sorrow and ruin.
Marc. Bless us, heaven!
Isa. My son.
Marc. What sudden change is this? Sfor. All leave the room;
I'll bear alone the burden of my grief, And must admit no partner. I am yet Your prince, where's your obedience?
All I can pay is nothing. Why, uncall'd for? Fran. It is of weight, sir, that makes me thus press
Upon your privacies. Your constant friend, [Exeunt Tiberio, Stephano, Fran- The marquis of Pescara, tir'd with haste, cisco, Isabella, Mariana, and At- Hath business that concerns your life and for
I cannot be so greedy of a sorrow, In which you must not share.
Marc. And cheerfully
I will sustain my part. Why look you pale?
May flow from me, not danger.
It is for thee I fear; for thee, thy Sforza
To so proud enemies.
Mare. Then you have just cause To show you are a man.
Sfor. All this were nothing, Though I add to it, that I am assured, For giving aid to this unfortunate king, The emperor, incens'd, lays his command On his victorious army, flesh'd with spoil, And bold of conquest, to march up against me, And seize on my estates: suppose that done too, ite city ta'en, the kennels running blood, Myself bound fast in chains, to grace their triumph;
I would be Sforza still. But when I think That my Marcelia, to whom all these Are but as atoms to the greatest hill, Most suffer in my cause, and for me suffer! earthly torments, nay, even those the damn'd lil for in hell, are gentle strokes, compar'd In what I feel, Marcelia.
Marc. Good sir, have patience: cam as well partake your adverse fortune, I thus long have had an ample share our prosperity. Tis not in the power te to alter me; for while I am, hate of it, I'm yours.
Mor. But should that will
so-forced, Marcelia; and I live those eyes I prize above my own, favours, though compell'd, upon another; teose sweet lips, yielding immortal nectar, grally touch'd by any but myself;
And with speed to impart.
Sfor. Wait on him hither. [Exit Francisco. And, dearest, to thy closet. Let thy prayers Assist my councils.
Marc. To spare imprecations
Re-enter FRANCISCO, with PESCara.
Pes. Blame him not, good Francisco, He hath much cause to grieve; would I might end so,
And not add this to fear!
Sfor. My dear Pescara; A miracle in these times! a friend, and happy, Cleaves to a falling fortune!
Pes. If it were
As well in my weak power, in act, to raise it, As 'tis to bear a part of sorrow with you, You then should have just cause to say, Pes
Look'd not upon your state, but on your virtues,
Such friendly counsel, as, perhaps, may make
Sfor. You are all goodness;
To hope you can hold out against the emperor,
Sfor. I understand you;
Sfor. I think so;
For I have ever found you true and thankful,
And in my dukedom made you next myself;
I find you are worthy of them, in your love
And service to me.
Fran. Sir, I am your creature;
That were before us; and such as succeed, Though taught in hell's black school, shall ne'er
come near us.
Art thou not shaken yet?
Fran. I grant you move me:
Fran. As a thing sacred;
To whose fair name and memory I pay gladly These signs of duty.
Sfor. Is she not the abstract
Of all that's rare, or to be wish'd in woman?
Sfor. Add too, her goodness,
Fran. Now I find the end
Of all your conjurations; there's some service To be done for this sweet lady. If she have enemies,
That she would have remov'd
Sfor. Alas! Francisco,
Her greatest enemy is her greatest lover;
And any shape that you would have me wear, One smile of hers would make a savage tame;
I gladly will put on.
Sfor. Thus, then, Francisco:
I now am to deliver to your trust
A weighty secret; of so strange a nature,
Or to one unacquainted with your bounties,
Sfor. But you must swear it; And put into the oath all joys or torments That fright the wicked, or confirm the good; Not to conceal it only that is nothingBut, whensoe'er my will shall speak, "Strike now!"
To fall upon't like thunder.
The oath in any way or form you please,
Sfor. Thou must do, then,
One accent of that tongue would calm the seas, Though all the winds at once strove there for
Yet I, for whom she thinks all this too little,
Fran. Murder'd!-She that loves so,
Sfor. Do not fly off.
What is decreed can never be recall'd.
Tis more than love to her, that marks her out
There is no heaven without her, nor a hell
Her purer soul from her unspotted body.
What I command, or, by Marcelia's soul,
Fran. Tis not fear
SCENE L-The same.
An open Space before the Castle.
Enter TIBERIO and STEPHANO.
Steph. How! left the court?
You never heard the motives that induc'd him To this strange course?
Tib. No, those are cabinet councils,
To such as are his own, and sure. Alas!
During his absence) can with ease resolve you.
Is on the sudden strangely rais'd.
Tib. O sir,
He took the thriving course: he had a sister,
Steph. But how is
His absence borne by the dutchess?
Tib. Sadly, it seems;
For since he left the court,
For the most part she hath kept her private chamber,
No visitants admitted. But on the other side,
Steph. Tis strange.
Mus. But if we should offend,
And have access at all times to her closet; Such is my impudence! when your grave lordships
Are masters of the modesty to attend
[Apart. Tib. Pray you, what news is stirring? You know all.
Grac. Who, I? alas! I've no intelligence At home nor abroad; I only sometimes guess The change of the times: I should ask of your lordships
Who are to keep their honours, who to lose them;
Who the dutchess smil'd on last, or on whom frown'd;
You only can resolve me; and could you tell
Isa. But the purpose, daughter,
That brings us hither? Is it to bestow A visit on this woman?
Mari. If to vex her
The dutchess having silenc'd us, and these lords May be interpreted to do her honour,
Stand by to hear us.
Grac. They in name are lords,
But I am one in power; and, for the dutchess, But yesterday we were merry for her pleasure; Well now be for my lady's.
[Tiberio and Stephano come forward. Tib. Seignior Graccho.
Grac. A poor man, sir, a servant to the princess;
But you, great lords and counsellors of state,
You are a man in grace.
Grac. Fie! no: I grant
She shall have many of them.
My brother, being not by now to protect her, I am her equal.
Play any thing
That's light and loud enough but to torment
Mari. May it please your greatness, one smile, I pray you,
On your poor servants.
Isa. She's made of courtesy.
fortunes patiently; serve the prin
Mari. Mistress of all hearts!
Isa. 'Tis wormwood, and it works.
Marc. If doting age could let you but Than in a paradise at her entreaty.
You have a son; or frontless impudence,
And for you, upstart
Offi. What shall become of these?
Grac. I preach patience,
And must endure my fortune.
[Exeunt all but Francisco and Marcelia.
Fran. Let them first know themselves, and
how you are
Marc. For both shall understand, though To be serv'd and honour'd; which, when they
the one presume
Upon the privilege due to a mother;
You may again receive them to your favour;
The duke stands now on his own legs, and And then it will show nobly.
Marc. For you,
Marc. With my thanks,
The duke shall pay you his, if he return
Fran. Any service done to so much sweet
In your favour finds
A wish'd and glorious end.
From this hour learn to serve me, or you'll feel As loyal duty; but in any other,
I must make use of my authority,
And, as a princess, punish it.
Isa. A princess!
It would appear gross flattery.
You are so rare and excellent in all things,
Mari. I had rather be a slave unto a Moor, And rais'd so high upon a rock of goodness, Than know thee for my equal.
Enter FRANCISCO and Guards.
Mari. Do you hear, sir?
As that vice cannot reach you: who but looks on
Right me on this monster, or ne'er look to Teach me to hope my piety and love
As when himself perform'd the willing office.
Name those that have offended you.
Isa. I am one.
Mari. And I will justify it.
Fran. Remember she's the dutchess.
Fran. Think not then I speak
Isa. Mari. Prisoners!
But pleas'd they may have liberty.
I love you as a man. Why do you start?
Marc. Keep off! O, you powers!
And find one act of mine so loosely carried
Mari. I'llrather live in any loathsome dungeon, To the least hope to find