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Emilia
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Aureli, Aurelio, d. 1708. Costanza di Rosamonda.
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bold Truth dares discover That he loves and loves most true And ne'er lov'd but onely you Behold of all your Sex the fairest Dearest sweetest and the rarest The humblest of your servants here Suspended betwixt Hope and Fear Awaits from you his destiny Whether he shou'd live or die Em. My Lord who d' ye imagine me to be That you shou'd talk of love thus unto me I have a Husband and Honor to look unto Alt. Shame o'th is Honor I fear all will not do Exit Pr. We talk of Love even to the Gods and they Madam are not displeas'd with what we say And I presum'd I might do so to you And you as little be displeas'd with 't too Em. Betwixt us Mortals and th' Immortal Gods There is such mighty difference and odds As that may them that does not us befit Wherefore beseech you speak no more of it Pr. Of what shou'd I speak but onely of love to you Who are all lovely were you as loving too Em. Still more of love Pr. How can I chuse Since witness Heaven that as I never think of Roses but does bring Into my minde the memory of the Spring So I ne'er think of Love but strait I finde Your lovely memory comes into my minde Enter Althea Em. Nay then Alt. O Madam Madam Em. Ha! What 's the matter Alt. My Lord the Duke 's without Em. He here What shall I do then Beseech you my Lord be gone For if he findes you here w' are both undone My Honor will be question'd by 't and you Will for dishonoring me be question'd too Pr. What shall I do Alt. For that let me alone I am old excellent at Invention To your disguise to your disguise my Lord Be but a statue agen And all will be well you 'll see Em. Nay quickly then I fear this visit of the Duke whose hot Soliciting me sufficiently declares The reason why he sent my Lord to th' Wars But by my coldness I 'll declare again That if he hopes to speed he hopes in vain SCENE VI. The Duke Emilia c. Duke Rarest of all that ever Nature made Light in the dark and Sun-shine in the shade What means your Vail as if you widowed were And all these signs of solemn mourning here I bring you joyful news the wars are done And your Calimachus a coming home Cease then to grieve and mourn and strait prepare A Sacrifice unto the God of War Alt. Plague o'these Sacrifices I fear they 'll choak Our God of War here with their smoth'ring smoak Aside Em. For that it will be time enough to burn Sacrifice t' him at my Lords return Our thanks are now best Sacrifice we can give Unto the Gods and best they can receive And next to them my thanks my Lord to you For bringing me the joyful news you do Du. For your thanks Madam 't is a reward so poor You give me nothing ' less you give me more They are like Ciphers nothing till you adde Some Figure to them by which they are somewhat made Add but your Love unto your Thanks and I Shall then rewarded be abundantly Em. You are my Prince my Lord and there is due A reverence I shall always pay to you Duke That 's too ceremonious pray treat me Madam with more familiarity Em. This is too familiar Pray let me alone Is this the example you give the Prince your Son Duke Pho he 's not here and neither sees nor hears What we do now Em. But Statues have Eyes and Ears Discovers the Statue Alt. What means she will she discover him Aside Em. And see In just resentment of the injury You 'd do the best of Warriers the God of War Begins to stir in 't don't you see him there The Statue moves a little Duke Ha! Methinks indeed I see 't And I 'm amazed at the sight of it Alt. I must finde some means to send him away She 'll mar all else Exit Althea Duke But come come Madam leave this pannick fear Here 's nothing else but a vain Idol here Or that which is a vainer Idol yet Your Honor that does all these fears beget That onely is a word a breath a blast Which's soon as 't is pronounc'd as soon is past Em. So is our Soul only a blast or breath And yet we see our Bodies Life and Death Depends upon 't as on our Honor does That better and nobler Life that lives in us Measure my Honor then but by your own What is a Prince when once his Honor 's gone And for my part my Lord I 'd have you know My Honor 's as dear to me as your's to you Duke Why shou'd you be so passionate for a thing That does more pain unto's than pleasure bring Love 's the commanding Passion of the Soul And all our other Passions does controul Do you but love me then as I do you You soon would let all other Passions go Em. My Lord I wou'd not be uncivil But if you longer talk of Love to me You 'll please to pardon me if I go away And leave you Duke Stay I command you stay Remember I 'm your Prince Em. Remember it you And do my Lord what Princes ought to do Govern your Passions Let Reason rule you as you rule others and Command nothing but what you shou'd command Else your commands though you were ne'er so great Are less to me than if you did intreat Duke How now proud Lady Em I am so and t' has always been allow'd To such as I to be a little proud If it be Pride in one that is a Wife T' esteem her Fame and Honor more than Life If it be Pride to scorn to be one of those Who put base Vices on with noble Cloaths And finally if it be Pride To hate and to detest all Vice beside Let who'slist call it vitious for me Be it their Vice it shall my Vertue be Enter Althea Alt. O Madam Madam Em. What more news with you Alt. My Lord 's return'd Em Is 't possible Duke Unknown to me No Letters of it before It cannot be Alt. I can assure you t is true nay what is more He 's coming in and just now at the door Em. Beseech you then my Lord go presently 'T is dangerous shou'd he finde you here with me Calimachus loves me more than s life I know But 's Honor more then me wherefore pray go Before he comes Duke I can't tell what to think on 't Exit Duke Alt. Nay this is no time of thinking This ways this ways my Lord So let him go To 's Dutchess if he will she 's young and handsome And having so fair a Bed-fellow at home He has less need to seek abroad for one But for the Prince the poor young Prince That 's wholly unprovided Introth 'T were charity to help him a little Em. Well remembred Help him help him away by any means Before my Lord comes Alt. Never fear that his coming