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That never trod in a suspected path,
Fran. May I be accurs'd,
Marc. I will stand then
Between you and all danger. He shall know, Suspicion overturns what confidence builds; And he that dares but doubt when there's no ground,
Is neither to himself nor others sound. [Exit. Fran. So, let it work! Her goodness, that denied
My service, branded with the name of lust,
And let my plots produce this long'd-for birth,
Of that which best affects you.
Sfor. Hold your prating.
Learn manners too; you are rude.
Pes. I must borrow
The privilege of a friend, and will; or else
Sfor. Pray you, use your freedom;
Now I have cause to grieve, I must be sad; And I dare show it.
Pes. Would it were bestow'd
Upon a worthier subject
Sfor. Take heed, friend.
You rub a sore, whose pain will make
And I shall then forget myself and you.
This language in another were profane;
Pes. Well, sir, I'll not cross you,
Enter TIBERIO and STEPHANO. Sfor. O! you are well return'd; Say, am I blest? hath she vouchsaf'd to he you?
Is there hope left that she may be appeas'd Tib. She, sir, yet is froward,
And desires respite, and some privacy. Steph. She was harsh at first; but, ere w parted, seem'd not
Sfor. There's comfort yet: I'll ply her Each hour with new ambassadors of mo honours,
Titles, and eminence: my second self,
Steph. That a wise man, And what is more, a prince that may co mand,
Should sue thus poorly, and treat with his wi As she were a victorious enemy.
Sfor. What is that you mutter? I'll have thy thoughts.
Steph. You shall. You are too fond,
And feed a pride that's swoln too big alread And surfeits with observance.
Sfor. O my patience!
My vassal speak thus?
Steph. Let my head answer it,
If I offend. She, that you think a saint, I fear, may play the devil.
Pes. Well said, old fellow. Steph. And he that hath so long engross your favours,
Though to be nam'd with rev'rence,
[Sfor. lays his Hand on his Swor Pes. Hold, sir! this is madness. Steph. It may be they confer of joini lordships; I'm sure he's private with her.
Sfor. Let me go,
me I scorn to touch him; he deserves my pity,
Pes. Have you stood the shock Of thousand enemies, and outfac'd the anger Of a great emperor, that vow'd your ruin, Though by a desperate, a glorious way, That had no precedent?
Ilave you given proof, to this hour of your life,
Prosperity, that searches the best temper,
they are, That dare be jealous.
Tib. This is a confidence Beyond example.
Enter ISABELLA, and MARIANA. Sfor. If you come
To bring me comfort, say that you have made Let them at once dispatch me.
My peace with my Marcelia.
Isa. I had rather
Wait on you to your funeral.
Sfor. You are my mother;
Or, by her life, you were dead else,
To your dishonour! Here your mother was
Sfor. She hath blasphem'd, and by our law
La. Blasphem'd! for giving a false woman her true name.
Sfor. O hell, what do I suffer?
Mari. Or is it treason
For me, that an a subject, to endeavour
Their hourly private meetings; and, e'en now,
Sfor. O the malice
And envy of base women! Wretches! you have rais'd
A monumental trophy to her. I'm so far
To fall as sacrifices to appease her;
Isa. All is in vain; he is not to be mov'd.
To me it shows a fable.
Fran. Draw your sword then,
And, as you wish your own peace, quickly
Consider not, but do it.
Sfor. Art thou mad?
Fran. Would from my youth a loathsome
Had run upon this face, or that my breath
Sfor. I am on 'the rack!
Of all mankind, that stand most bound to love you,
And study your content, should be appointed,
Sfor. Loves thee!
Fran. And from hence grew
Sfor. O women! women!
Fran. 1 labour'd to divert her by persuasion, Then urg'd your much love to her, and the danger; Denied her and with scorn. Sfor. 'Twas like thyself.
Fran. But when I saw her smile, then heard her say,
Your love and extreme dotage, as a cloak,
I could not but in duty (though I know
Enter FRANCISCO, speaking to a Servant Roth base and poor to rise up her accuser)
I would impart,
Freely discover it.
Sfor. Eternal plagues
Pursue and overtake ber! But, like a village
Please you to lend your ear, a weighty secret, Tiberio, and the rest! I will be sudden,
I am in labour to deliver to you.
Sfor. All leave the room.
[Exeunt Isa. and Mari.]
Excuse me, good Pescara,
E long I will wait on you.
Pes. You speak, sir,
The language I should use.
Sfor. Be within call,
Perhaps we may have use of you. Tib. We shall, sir.
[Exeunt Tiberio and Stephano. Sfor. Say on, my comfort!
Fran. Comfort! no, your torment, for so my fate appoints me. I could curse The hour that gave me being. Sfar. What new monsters misery stand ready to devour me?
Fran. You are wise,
And know what's best to do: yet, if you please,
Re-enter TIBERIO, STEPHANO, and Guard,
Marc. Where is this monster,
Without a seal of shame?
Indeed, the unkindness to be sentenc'd by you,
Sfor. Then I believe thee;
Tib. Her sweet soul has left
Steph. Look to the duke; he stands
SCENE I.-The MILANESE.
A Room in EU
Enter FRANCISCO and EUGENIA. Fran. Why, couldst thou think, Eugenia, that rewards,
Graces, or favours, though strew'd thick upon
Could ever bribe me to forget mine honour?
I had dried these eyes, still wet with showers
How ugly thou appear'st now! Thy intent
done? Marc. Return'd thee the dishonour thou
Sfor. Your chosen favourite, your woo'd
Has dearly paid for't; for, wretch! know, he's
And by my hand.
Marc. Thou hast kill'd then,
A man I do profess I lov'd; a man
For whom a thousand queens might well be
But he, I speak it to thy teeth, that dares be
Sfor. I begin now
In this my justice.
Marc. Oh! I have fool'd myself
You needs must suffer.
Sfor. An innocent! Let one
To justify thy falsehood.
A grief that is beneath it; for, however
Fran. Such indeed, I grant,
The stream of his affection was, and ran,
Fran. And by Sforza's hand. Does it no
How coldly you receive it! I expected
Steph. Seignior Francisco, sir, but even now For if my sorrows could receive addition,
And both by him undone. Stay, death, a little,
That you sign'd for my death. But, being
Upon his knees with tears he did beseech me,
Her sad fate would increase, not lessen the
Fran. Have you then no gall,
Eug. Yes, of him
That did deceive me. There's no passion,
Judging his penitence true, was won unto it: Trusted to you, I have endur'd the throes
Of teeming women; and will hazard all
Fran. Still mine own, and dearer!
I did begin his tragedy in her death,
Eug. Upon those terms
I yield myself and cause, to be dispos'd of
Speak, my oraculous Graccho.
Of men in debt that, laid for by their creditors,
Fran. But what infer you from it?
That since all ways of your escape are stopp'd,
Fran. By thee? Alas! I know thee honest,
And I will put thy counsel into act,
Grac. In the devil's name, what means he?
Appear to me as written in thy forehead, In plain and easy characters: and, but that and I scorn a slave's base blood should rust that sword
head rated at ten thousand ducats To him that brings it. Fran. Very good.
Grac. All passengers
Are intercepted, and your picture sent
Eug. Why, let us then turn Romans,
Fran. Twould show nobly:
That from a prince expects a scarlet die,
[Exeunt Servants, with Graccho.
The counsel of our servants, that oil spent,
That few shall understand how 'twas begun,
But that the honour of our full revenge
And I dare trust him with my latest secret.
Grae. He instructs me What I should do.
Fran. What's that?
Grac. I labour with
Enter PESCARA, TIBERIO, and STEPHANO.
[Aside. Pes. Troth, I'll tell you,
And briefly as I can, by what degrees
A strong desire to assist you with my service; Of his physicians, he was brought to life,
And now I am deliver'd of it,
Fran. I told you.
He call'd for fair Marcelia, and being told
(I would not say blasphem'd); then it came Into his fancy that she was accus'd
By his mother and his sister; thrice he curs'd them,
And thrice his desp'rate hand was on his sword
Tib. 'Twas well thought on.
Pes. He, easily believing what he wish'd,
Sfor. [Within] Support her gently.
I am prevented.
Enter LUDOVICO SFORZA, ISABELLA, MARIANA, Doctors, and Servants, with the Body of MARCELIA.
Sfor. Carefully, I beseech you. How
pale and wan she looks! O pardon me, That I presume, dyed o'er with bloody guilt, To touch this snow-white hand. How cold it is!
This once was Cupid's fire-brand, and still
Isa Oh! cross him not, dear daughter.
Enter a Servant, and whispers PESCARA.
Pes. With me? What is he? Serv. He has a strange aspect; A Jew by birth, and a physician By his profession, as he says; who, hearing Of the duke's frenzy, on the forfeit of His life, will undertake to render him Perfect in every part.
Pes. Bring me to him.
As I find cause, I'll do.
[Apart. Exeunt Pescara and Servants.
Sfor. How sound she sleeps!
Bite your tongues, vile creatures,
The wicked steel, I'll have them, joint by joint,
1 Doc. You are too loud, sir; you disturb Her sweet repose.
Sfor. I am hush'd.
1 Doc. He's past hope: we can no longer cover the imposture.
Re-enter PESCARA, with FRANCISCO, as a Jew
To give a new life to her; yet I'll hazard
Till we use means to win upon his passions, T'endure to hear she's dead with some small patience,
And make thy own reward.
Admits no looker on: I only ask
The fourth part of an hour, to perfect that
Pes. About it straight. [Exit Eugenia.
Pes. He is a man that can do wonders. [Beckons Francisco. Exit Francisco. Do not hinder
Heaven keep her from a lethargy! How long The dutchess's wish'd recovery, to inquire (But answer me with comfort, I beseech you) Or what he is, or to give thanks; but leave him Does your judgment tell you that her sleep To work this miracle.
1 Doc. We have given her, sir,
A sleepy potion, that will hold her long;
You see I do not rage, but wait your pleasure. What do you think she dreams of now? for sure,
Although her body's organs are bound fast, Her fancy cannot slumber.
1 Doc. That, sir, looks on
Sfor. Sure 'tis my good angel.
I do obey in all things. Be it death
Your sorrow for your late rash act, and pre-Is
To meet the free confession of your guilt
Sfor. She was ever kind.
Let her behold me in a pleasing dream
Fran. Come we for revenge, And can we think on pity? If to enjoy The wish'd-for sacrifice to thy. lost honour, Be in thy wavering thought a benefit, Now art thou blest.
Eug. Ah me! what follows now?
Fran. What, but a full conclusion of o
Look on this flow'r, Eugenia-such a thing As yonder corpse, whose fatal robe you we Must the pale wretch be summon'd to app