Vol. I want a soule signiour if she ever Honour'd me with any phrase but what is Vsuall in her Complement t'other Lords Con. I st possible Vol. He has discoverd somewhat that concernes My joy Nature needes no excuse why a Dutchesse should affect a travail'd Lord You are great too within our memory These were her words hum Com. Signiour Contarini Con. My Lord Com. You observ'd the Dutchesse language Con. Am I not thinking on 't heart why doe ye Interupt me Com. How 's this my Lord Volterre Vol. Your pleasure signiour Com. You have a fortunate skill in translation Of misterious language I pray lend me Your censure upon the last words the Dutchesse Vttered Vol. Hah signiour they concerne not me I am Forgotten by my starres I Volterre Is lost to all Eyesight but his owne Com. Doe our braines melt this hot weather These men Were heretofore discreete and now they talke A if they had no Eyelids like things that Never slept I finde the cause Exit Con. Quoth she he lookes younger then when he stood By Hymens tapers good very good I have O were I single now my wife my wife She ruines all this hope Vol. Since I have travel'd brought from France the nice Amorous cringe that so inchants Ladies T is fit I use it often the tongue is Powerfull too and I inrich in languages It shall be knowne Con. Signiour Volterre Vol. To bring Revels in the Court that 's the way I have my selfe an able chine and I Can friske like a Goate which females call A lucky symptome Signiour Contarini Con. Your lop must excuse me I 'm a little Serious Vol. O for a sight of Iupiters wardrobe That I might immetate the shape in which He courted Diana Con. Signiour Volterre Vol. I my Lord that 's my name I le goe write It downe least this businesse make me forget it Exit Con. Rebellious blood must I neëds marry had I but delaid my lust a month I might Have wasted then my strength and nature to A nobler purpose beget Princes now I am in bondage to my marriage vow Exit Act. 2. Scena 1. Enter Contarini Dandalo Con. MY Wife must do 't and then I may effect My hope with the great Dutchesse as soone as he Most proud of demerits Dandalo Where 's your Lady Dan. Your Lordship may heare both her voyce and Lute Shee s in the garden with Reollo your Musitian Con. Heare does she so much dispaire of long life That she need flatter her soule to tarry here With soft Ayres and wanton Musicke Danda. My Lord Con. Conduct her hither Enter Carintha Car. I saw your entrance you bring newes from Court Let me share in 't Con. I must worke her to it with art and leisure Car. What does your lop say Con. Sweete lend me thy eare in private can I Demand a thing from her that slumbred in My bosome and she be so unkind To give my sute a hard repulse Car. My Lord I am not guilty of a cause That can warrant your suspect either of My love or duty Con. I beleeve thee deere Carintha but this Injunction is so severe and strange 't will Puzle thy consent at first Car. Sir make it knowne I cannot be so slow In any performance of your will as you Are to reveale it Con. Thy breath is sweeter then the smoke ascending From the Phoenix funerall pile I could Kisse thee even engender on thy lips Car. You were not wont to be thus pleasd shew me Which way I may requite your passion speake The sute you talke on Con. Now I know the strength of thy affection I slight my sute the grave will prove to easie Car. What is it Con. I le have thee onely kill thy selfe cruch thou Shat doe it hah Car. Sir I suspect your health you were not wont To shew your speech so much estrang'd from reason Con. Is this your love your forward kindnesse Car. Scarse has the Moone expir'd a change since you Received me in your bed a cold Virgin Are you so soone tyred with sacred marriage Desirous to motive my eternall Absence and by a meanes so cruell sir How have I deserved your hatred or please But to reveale the profit which by death Can bring you Con. I have not leasure to reply to your Demands will you do 't Car. You fright my soule Con. Orseollo happy you whose frozen nature Will not permit a closure with a woman The sex doe quite degenerate from those Great patternes which the former age produced Portia swallowed fire to please her husbands ghost Who inticed him to Elisium Lucresse To purchase life unto her memory Noyse at her funerall such as might cleave Her fame priced her deare heart and dyed Car. We have a certaine faith a faith That can assure reward or punishment For deeds we know our dwelling after death Which Roman soules unlawfully did seeke And found too soone we are prescrib'd those act That makes us Angels Con. She has bin gossipping with the holy Sisters zeale and purity Car. It were safer for my soule if your selfe Would be my Executioner Con. I thanke you Lop I am exposed To the justice of the law he whose rich And his Prince become his heire cannot live long Besides my hopes to enjoy the Duchesse Are then quite frustrate Car. What said your Lop Con. I did not thinke Carintha thou hadst beene So sterne of nature t' hast a stubborne heart Deny my first request Car. Should I kill my selfe Con. Why must we not all dye 't is a thrifty Conscience that perswades the soule to hasten Her departure hence to avoid future guilt Car. You counsell strangely I have deserv'd more Kindenesse from your tongue Con. If thou suspect'st thou hast not fortitude Enough t' attempt thy death by violence Expire with leasure refraine from meate till Th' orifice of thy stomacke close and grow Together or when thou feedst eate Arsnicke Dye any way so the law call not me Thy murderer Car. Heaven secure me have you the use of all Your sences ye speake thus Con. But if you le choose an easier way each morning Fetch a tedious sigh or two t will make your Heart to cleave I le give you cause enough to doe 't Car. You have a bloody mind Con. Or as some Country Virgins doe scratch morter From an aged wall and eate it up in Private so die on the greene disease but now I thinke upon 't that 's to perplex away Vnto the Grave Car. I dare not hate the thought y'have tempted me Beyond mortall patience oh unkind Destiny Exit Con. Doe fret gall thy heart strings till they breake Ive the engine of a babe any man That had arrived at halfe my yeares would soone Invent a safe way to shift that trifle From him Hum who shall I get to doe 't Happy fancy 't is mature I will Above it strait Exit Enter Depazzi Laura and Crispino De. I sent you a Letter Maddam Lau. My Lord
small matter Con. I know t is considering th' art stained Lost in thine honour held but a disease That growes upon thy sex a tumour prethee Lance thy selfe t is soone done Car. That 's a poore favour Well I le thinke on 't to morrow Con: 'T must be done to night and earely to for else t will Doe me no pleasure deare Carintha make thy memory Religious Car. I am thinking where the signe is Hah t is in Capricornus I le goe let My selfe blood i th' knees and dye praying That your Lordship may recover your wits againe Ex. Con, A fury lend me curses make me all An execration I ha plotted fairely And made my selfe a fine rediculus thing To no purpose I am deepe in shame I must on Giotto have a nimble braine you must sinke too Or boy me up againe Exit Enter Depazzi Crispino curling his haire De. Make no words Crispino for the Dutchesse Would not have it published that she meanes to chuse me Cris. Did she promise you De. Not by word of mouth but I know her meaning As well as I were in her I must be Duke man T is certaine every body knowes it but say nothing Least it breake out hast done Cris. A little with this locke and I le adorne your Lordship With a powder I hope your honour will Not forget Crispino's faithfull service when you are Duke De. Why I am Duke already But for the ceremony my raign 's begun Depazzi the first But that I le not shew my selfe unto my people Because the Dutchesse did intreate me let me See what place th' art fit for oh I have it Thou shalt be judge Cris. A judge my Lord De. A Iudge my Lord at least thou canst discharge it T is nothing to sit upon life and death t is not Required you should speake much thy trade has halfe Prepared thee thou canst pole the commons I me sure Cris. And cut off capitall offenders De. Very good be it so be a judge Cris. Where my good Lord De. Why thou shalt be a Iudge in potentia Cris. I humbly thanke your grace Enter Comachio Giotto Com. Oh my true friend I have no happinesse But thou dost make me clime too 't t will be thy owne Instructer and oblige me everlastingly Gio. I le soone remoove your feares I cannot doubt You will make good your promise Sir to pardon When y' are Duke Com. Pardon reward and honour thee as my preserver Be not observed I am your creature Exit Comachio Gio. My Lord I have assaid which you require privacy Send off Crispino De. I ha made him a Iudge Gio. T is very trimly done of you I cry you mercy my very Good Lord I humbly desire your honourable absence Cris. It shall be granted Exit De. Now Signiour what bring you Gio. Why some tokens for your Lordship looke you De. Th' are no tokens of love as I take it Gio. Yes but they are and you must take em so But make your choyse which best affecteth you For one you must accept De. O what doe you meane Signiour Gio. Not too loud lest I chuse for you here 's a ball Better then any ere Crispino washt Your honours face with 't will scoure you De. Hold are you in earnest Gio. A bullet will quickely sing my errand to you Will you choose De. I beseech declare your meaning Signiour Gio. In short I me sent to kill you if you like Any death better then another briefely Resolve and have it nay without long studdy De. Every man should consider his end Signiour alas Gio. The Dutchesse loves you and there must be order Taken to stay your raysing say your prayers De. I ha not the heart to say my prayers Ah if I must needes I would dye Another death you ha not brought me Gio. What i st De. I would choose my gallowes ah stay t is very Short warning and I am not halfe prepared What is this Ratsbane alas that 's to kill Vermine I would be loath to be sent out of The world like a Rat Gio. What say you to a halter De. Indeed Signiour I never loved swinging In my life and the halter is a dogges death I would dye like a man Gio. What say you to a sword De. Alas I have a sword of my owne and I had a mind to 't But my stomacke will never disgest it Gio. Then this pistoll De. But that I have a weake constitution I have alwayes beene given to loosenesse And I doubt your pellet will put me into such a scowring Gio. Why would you live then De. Alas every thing would live Signiour but I should be Sorry to enjoy a life that stood not with your liking signior But if I live to be a Duke Gio. Duke that 's the sluce open'd this torrent De. I am abused deare Signiour I le renounce it I le be first a dog-killer Gio. This is but aire your not to be trusted I ha sworne to send you into another world You must not more be seene De. I wo'not doe but trust me And as I am honourable I le goe Into the wildernesse and live with Beares Any whether hide me in a Well and there be no Water in 't I le feed on gravell By this hand this seaven yeares none shall know But I am dead Gio. If they should find you living De. Never I le indure pinching to death Ere I le confesse it Gio. Were I certaine You would be buryed to all mens sight but till To morrow De. See me put into the ground your selfe So you 'le not smother me and it be seven nights I le feede on moles sweete Signiour Gio. The Dutchesse doth purpose this night her election Your Vncle envying your hope must ha Security for non appearance had I A faith you 'ld creepe into obscurity But for twelve houres I should have one Sinne lesse to answer for De. Noble Signiour I le wrigle my selfe into a Wormehole or creepe into a Molehill and live Vpon Emmits egges Exit Gio. Be sure you do 't then poore sicke nobility How thinne he lookes already Enter Volterre at one doore Orseollo at tother Vol. Signiour Giotto Gio. Now the tide comes Vol. This is the night Signiour t'inclines a pace Doe I remaine unshaken in her opinion Have I any square still Gio. O my good Lord Ors. Signiour a word Does this night then conclude Gio. Your happinesse Ors. Be not tempted from me I have writ Pamphlets in praise of women I have a volume Of Recantations Gio. They are fruitlesse You are fixt already in her thoughts away You make your person cheape meete and Be happy Exit Orseollo Enter Contarini Con. Giotto Vol. Deere Signiour Con. What make they flattering here ha they all hope To enjoy her all onely Contarini Could gnaw his heartstrings now to be excluded When he expected his fate ripe and all his Hopes fit for gathering Gio. Be high and answer your great hopes Meete confidence Vol. Sha't be my