more adiew sweet Gasper Cam. My good Lord. Exit Camillo Cha. Thy vertues are more precious then thy name Kind gentleman I would not sell thy loue For all earthly obiects that mine eyes Haue euer tasted sure thou art nobly borne How euer fortune hath obscurd thy birth For natiue honour sparkles in thine eyes How may I blesse the time wherein Châ—mont My honored father did surprise vicenza Where this my friend knowen by no name was found Being then a child and scarce of power to speake To whom my father gaue this name of Gasper And as his owne respected him to death Since when wee two haue shard our mutuall fortunes With equall spirits and but deathes rude hand No violence shall dissolue this sacred band Exit Enter Iuniper in his shop singing to him Onion Oni. Fellow Iuniper no more of thy songs and sonets sweet Iuniper no more of thy hymnes and madrigals thou sing'st but I sigh Iuni. What 's the matter Peter ha what in an Academy still still in sable and costly black array ha Oni. Prithee rise mount mount sweet Iuniper for I goe downe the wind and yet I puffe for I am vext Iuni. Ha Bully vext what intoxicate is thy braine in a quintescence an Idea a metamorphosis an Apology ha rogue come this loue feeds vpon thee I see by thy cheekes and drinkes healthes of vermilion teares I see by thine eyes Oni. I confesse Cupids carouse he plaies super negulum with my liquor of life Iuni. Tut thou art a goose to be Cupids gull go to no more of this contemplations calculations mourne not for Rachels thine owne Oni. For that let the higher powers worke but sweet Iuniper I am not sad for her and yet for her in a second person or if not so yet in a third Iuni. How second person away away in the crotchets already Longitude and Latitude what second what person ha Oni. Iuniper I le bewray my selfe before thee for thy company is sweet vnto me but I must entreat thy helping hand in the case Iuni. Tut no more of this surquedry I am thine owne ad vngem vpsie freeze pell mell come what case what case Oni. For the case it may be any mans case aswell as mine Rachel I meane but I le medle with her anon in the meane time Valentine is the man hath wrongd me Iuni. How my Ingle wrong thee i st possible Oni. Your Ingle hang him infidell well and if I be not reuengd one him let Peter Onion by the infernall Gods be turned to a leeke or a scalion I spake to him for a ditty for this handkerchier Iuni. Why has he not done it Oni. Done it not a verse by this hand Iuni. O in diebus illis O preposterous wel come be blith the best inditer of theÌ„ al is somtimes dul fellow Onion pardon mine Ingle he is a man has impefections and declinations as other men haue his masse somtimes cannot caruet nor prognisticat and come of as it should no matter I le hammer our a paraphrase for thee my selfe Oni. No sweet Iuniper no danger doth breed delay loue makes me chollericke I can bâ—â—re no longer Iuni. Not beare what my mad Meridian slaue not beare what Oni. Cupids burden t is to heauy to tollerable and as for the handkerchire and the posie I will not trouble thee but if thou wilt goe with me into her fathers bookside old Iaques backside and speake for me to Rachel I wil not being ratitude the old man is abroad and all Iuni. Art thou sure on 't Oni. As sure as an obligation Iuni. Le ts away then come we spend time in a vaine circumference trade I cashire thee til to morrow fellow Onion for thy sake I finish this workiday Oni. God a mercy and for thy sake I le at any time make a holiday Exunt Enter Angelio Rachel Ang. Nay I prithee Rachel I come to comfort thee Be not so sad Rach. O signior Angelo No comfort but his presence can remoue This sadnesse from my heart Ang. Nay then y' are fond And want that strength of iudgement and election That should be attendent on your yeares and forme Will you because your Lord is taken prisoner Blubber and weepe and keepe a peeuish stirre As though you would turne turtle with the newes Come come be wise Sblood say your Lord should die And you goe marre your face as you begin What would you doe trow who would care for you But this it is when nature will bestow Her gifts on such as know not how to vse them You shall haue some that had they but one quarter Of your faire beauty they would make it shew A little otherwise then you do this Or they would see the painter twice an hower And I commend them I that can vse art With such iudiciall practise Rach. You talke iedly If this be your best comfort keepe it still My sences cannot feede on such sower cates Ang. And why sweet heart Rach. Nay leaue good signior Ang. Come I haue sweeter vyands yet in store Enter Onion and Iuniper Iuni. I in any case mistres Rachel Ang. Rachel Rach. Gods pitty signior Angelo I here my father away for Gods sake Ang S'bloud I am betwixt I thinke this is twice now I haue been serued thus Exit Rach. Pray God he meet him not Exit Rechel Oni. O braue she 's yonder O terrible shee 's gone Iuni. Yea so nimble in your Dilemma's and your Hiperbole's Hay my loue O my loue at the first sight By the masse Oni. O how she skudded O sweet scud how she tripped O delicate trip and goe Iuni. Come thou art enamored with the influence of her profundity but sirrah harke a little Oni. O rare what what passing Ifaith what i st what i st Iuni. What wilt thou say now if Rachel stand now and play hity tity through the keyhole to behold the equipage of thy person Oni O sweet equipage try good Iuniper tickle her talke talke O? rare Iuni. Mistris Rachel watch then if her father come Rachel Madona Rachel No. Oni. Say I am here Onion or Peter or so Iuni. No I le knock wee le not stand vpon Horizons and tricks but fall roundly to the matter Oni. Well said sweet Iuniper Horizons hang hem knock knock Rach. Whose there father Iuni. Father no and yet a father if you please to be a mother Oni. Well said Iuniper to her againe a smack or two more of the mother Iuni. Do you here sweet soule sweet radamant sweet mathauell one word Melpomine are you at leasure Rach. At leasure what to do Iuni. To doe what to doe nothing but to be liable to the extasie of true loues exigent or so you smell my meaning Oni. Smell filthy fellow Iuniper filthy smell O most odious Iuni. How filthy Oni. Filthy by this finger smell smell a rat smel a pudding away these tricks are for truls a plaine wench loues plaine dealing I le vpon my selfe smel to march
me Christophero Chris. Nay heare me Iaques Iaq. Heare me most honor'd Lord. Max. What rule is here Count. O God that we should let Chamount escape Enter Aurelia Phoenixella Chris. I and that Rachel such a vertuous mayd should be thus stolne away Iaq. And that my gold being so hid in earth should bee found out Max. O confusion of languages yet no tower of Babel Fran. Ladies beshrew me if you come not fit to make a iangling consort will you laugh to see three constant passions Max. Stand by I will vrge them sweet Count will you be comforted Count. It cannot be but he is handled the most cruelly That euer any noble prisoner was Max. Steward go cheere my 〈◊〉 Chris. Well if Rachel tooke her flight willingly Max. Sirrah speake you touching your daughters flight Iaq. O that I could so soone forget to know the thiefe againe that had my gold my gold Max. Is not this pure Count. O thou base wretch I le drag thee through the streets Enter Balthasar and whispers with him And as a monster make thee wondred at how now Phoen. Sweet Gentleman how too vnworthily Art thou thus 〈◊〉 braue Maximillian Pitty the poore youth and appease my father Count. How my sonne returnd O Maximillian Francisco daughters bid him enter here Enter Chamount Fernâ—ze Rachel Angelo Dost thou not mocke me O my deere Paulo welcome Max. My Lord Ch 〈◊〉 Cha. My Gasper Chris. Rachel Iaq. My gold Rachel my gold Count Some body bid the begger cease his noise Chris. O signior Angelo would you deceiue Your honest friend thâ—â—â—â—â—ply trusted you Well Rachel I am glad tho' art here againe Ang. I faith she is not for you steward Iaq. I beseech you mâ—ddam vrge your father Phoe. I will anon good Iaques be content Aâ—r. Now God a mercy fortune and sweet Venus Let Cupid do his part and all is well Phoe. Me thinks my heart 's in heauen with this comfort Cha. Is this the true Italian courtesie Ferneze were you torturd thus in France by my soules safety Count My most noble Lord I do beseech your Lordship Cha. Honored Count wrong not your age with flexure of a knee I do impute it to those cares and griefes That did torment you in your absent sonne Count O worthy gentlemen I am ashamd That my extreame affection to my sonne Should giue my honour so vncur'd a maine But my first sonne being in Vicenza lost Cha. How in Vicenza lost you a sonne there About what time my Lord Count. O the same night wherein your noble father tooke the towne Cha. How long 's that since my Lord can you remember Count. T is now well nie vpon the twentith yeare Cha. And how old was he then Count. I cannot tel betweene the 〈◊〉 of three and foure I take it Cha. Had he no speciall noâ—e in his attire Or otherwise that you can call to mind Count I cannot well remember his attire But I haue often heard his mother say He had about his necke a tablet Giuen to him by the Emperour Sigismund His Godfather with this inscription Vnder the figure of a siluer Globe Eu miâ—imo mundus Cha. How did you call your sonne my Lord Count Camillo Lord Chamount Cha. Then no more my Gasper but Camillo Take notice of your father gentlemen Stand not amazd here is a tablet With that inscription found about his necke That night and in Vicenza by my father Who being ignorant what name he had Christned him Gasper nor did I reueale This secret till this hower to any man Count. O happy reuelation ô blest hower ô my Camillo Phoe. O strange my brother Fran. Maximilian behold how the aboundance of his ioy Drownds him in teares of gladnesse Count. O my boy forgiue thy fathers late austerity Max. My Lord I deliuered as much before but your honour would not be perswaded I will hereafter giue more obseruance to my visions I drempt of this Iaq. I can be still no longer my good Lord Do a poore man some grace mongst all your ioyes Count. Why what 's the matter Iaques Iaq. I am robd I am vndone my Lord robd and vndone A heape of thirty thousand golden crownes Stolne from me in one minute and I feare By her confedracy that cals me father But she 's none of mine therefore sweet Lord Let her be tortured to confesse the â—ruâ—h Max. More wonders yet Count. How I 〈…〉 not Rachel then thy daughter Iaq. No I dis 〈…〉 in her I spit at her She is a harlot and her customers Your sonne this gallant and your steward â—ere Haue all been partners with her in my spoile no lesse then thirty thousand Count. Iaques Iaques this is impossiole how shouldst thou come to the possession of so huge a heape Being alwaies a knowen begger Iaq. Out alas I haue betraid my selfe with my owne tongue The case is alterd Count. One stay him there Max. What meanes he to depart Count Ferneze vpon my soule this begger this begger is a counterlait vrge him didst thou loose gold Iaq. O no I lost no gold Max. Said I not true Count. How'didst thou first loose thirty thousand crowns And now no gold was Rachel first thy child And is shee now no daughter sirra Iaques You know how farre onr Millaine lawes extend for punishment of liars Iaq I my Lord what shall I doe I haue no starting hols Mounsieur Chamount stand you my honored Lord. Cha. For what old man Iaq. Ill gotten goods neuer thriue I plaid the thiefe and now am robd my selfe I am not as I seeme Iaques de prie Nor was I borne a begger as I am But sometime steward to your noble father Cha. What Melun that robd my fathers treasure stole my â—ister Iaq. I I that treasure is lost but Isabell your beautious sister here seruiues in Rachel and therefore on my kneâ— Max Stay Iaques stay the case still alters Count. Faiâ—e Rachel sister to the Lord Chamount Ang. Steward your cake is dow as well as mine Pau. I see that honours flames cannot be hid No more then lightening in the blackest cloud Max. Then sirra t is true you haue lost this gold Iaq. I worthy signior thirty thousand crownes Count. Masse who was it told me that a couple of my men were become gallants of late Fran. Marry 〈◊〉 I my Lord my man told me Enter Onion and Iuniper Max. How now what pagent is this Iuni. Come signior Onion le ts not be ashamd to appeare Keepe state looke not ambiguous now Oni Not I while I am in this sute Iâ—â—i Lordings equiualence to you all Oni We thought good to be so good as see you gentlemen Max. What mounsieur Onion Oni. How dost thou good captaine Count. What are my hinds turnd gentlemen Oni. Hinds sir Sbloud and that word will beare action it shall cost vs a thousand pound a peece but wee le be reuenged Iuni. Wilt thou sell thy Lordship Count Count. What peasants purchase Lordships Iuni. Is that any Nouels sir. Max. O transmutation of elements it is certified you had pages Iuni. I sir but it is knowen they proued ridiculus they did pilfer they did purloine they did procrastinate our purses for the which wasting of our stocke we haue put theÌ„ to the stocks Count. And thither shall you two presently These be the villaines that stole Iaques gold Away with them and set them with their men Max. Onion you will now bee peeld Fran The case is alterd now Oni. Good my Lord good my Lord Iuni. Away scoundrell dost thou feare a little elocution Shall we be confiscate now shal we droope now Shall we be now in helogabolus Oni. Peace peace leaue thy gabling Count. Away away with them what 's this they prate Exeunt with Iuniper and Onion Keepe the knaues sure strickt inquisition Shall presently be made for Iaques gold To be disposd at pleasure of Chamount Cha. She is 〈…〉 Lord Paulâ— if your father Giue his consent Ang. How now Christofero The case is alterd Chris. With you as well as me I am content sir. Count. With all my heart and in exchange of her If with your faire acceptance it may stand I tender my Aurelia to your loue Cha. I take her from your Lordship with all thanks And blesse the hower wherein I was made prisoner For the fruition of this present fortune So full of happy and vnlookt for ioyes Melun I pardon thee and for the treasure Recouer it and hold it as thine owne It is enough for me to see my sister Liue in the circle of Ferâ—â—zes armes My friend the sonne of such a noble father And my vnworthy selfe rapt aboue all By being the Lord to so diuine a dame Max. Well I will now sweare the case is alterd Lady fare you well I will subdue my affâ—ctions Maddam as for you you are a profest virgin and I will be silent my honorable Lord Fernâ—ze it shall become you at this time not be frugall but bounteous and open handed your fortune hath been so to you Lord Châ—â—ount You are now no stranger you must be welcome you haue a faire amiable and splendius Lady but signior Paulo signior Camillo I know you valiant be louing Lady I must be better knowne to you signiors for you I passe you not though I let you passe for in truth I passe not of you louers to your nuptials Lordings to your dances March faire al for a faire March is worth a kings ransome Exeunt The end
cudgell with tearmes Iuni. O Ingle I haue the phrases man and the Anagrams and the Epitaphs fitting the mistery of the noble science Oni. I le be hangd he were not misbegotten of some fencer Sebast. Sirrah Valentine you can resolue me now haue they their maisters of defence in other countries as we haue here in Italy Valen. O Lord I especially they in Vtopia there they performe their prizes and chalenges with as great cerimony as the Italian or any nation else Balt Indeed how is the manner of it for gods loue good Valentine Iuni. Ingle I prithee make recourse vnto vs wee are thy friends and familiars sweet Ingle Valen. Why thus sir. Oni. God a mercy good Valentine nay go on Iuni. Silentium bonus socius Onionus good fellow Onion be not so ingenious and turbulent so sir and how how sweete Ingle Valen. Marry first they are brought to the publicke Theater Iuni. What ha they Theater there Valen. Theaters I and plaies to both tragidy and comedy set foorth with as much state as can be imagined Iuni. By Gods so a man is nobody till he has trauelled Sebast. And how are their plaies as ours are extemporall Valen. O no all premeditated things and some of them very good I faith my maister vsed to visite them often when he was there Balth. Why how are they in a place where any man may see them Valen. I in the common Theaters I tell you But the sport is at a new play to obserue the sway and variety of oppinion that passeth it A man shall haue such a confus'd mixture of iudgement powr'd out in the throng there as ridiculous as laughter it selfe one saies he likes not the writing another likes not the plot another not the playing And sometimes a fellow that comes not there past once in fiue yeare at a Parliament time or so will be as deepe myr'd in censuring as the best and sweare by Gods foote he would neuer stirre his foote to see a hundred such as that is Oni. I must trauell to see these things I shall nere think well of my selfe else Iunip. Fellow Onion I le beare thy charges and thou wilt but pilgrimize it along with me to the land of Vtopia Sebast. Why but me thinkes such rookes as these should be asham'd to iudge Valen. Not a whit the rankest stinkard of them all will take vpon him as peremptory as if he had writ himselfe in artibus magister Sebast. And do they stand to a popular censure for any thing they present Valen. I euer euer and the people generally are very acceptiue and apt to applaud any meritable worke but there are two sorts of persons that most commonly are infectious to a whole auditory Balth. What be they Iunip. I come le ts know them Oni. It were good they were noted Valen. Marry one is the rude barbarous crue a people that haue no braines and yet grounded iudgements these will hisse any thing that mounts aboue their grounded capacities But the other are worth the obseruation I faith Omnes What be they what be they Valen. Faith a few Caprichious gallants Iunip. Caprichious stay that word 's for me Valen. And they haue taken such a habit of dislike in all things that they will approue nothing be it neuer so conceited or elaborate but sit disperst making faces and spitting wagging their vpright eares and cry filthy filthy Simply vttering their owne condition and vsing their wryed countenances in stead of a vice to turne the good aspects of all that shall sit neere them from what they behold Enter Martino with cudgels Oni. O that 's well sayd lay them downe come sirs Who plaies fellow Iuniper Sebastian Balthasar Some body take them vp come Iunip. Ingle Valentine Valen. Not I sir I professe it not Iunip. Sebastian Sebast. Balthasar Balth. Who I Oni. Come but one bout I le giue hem thee I faith Balth. Why here 's Martino Oni. Foe he alas he cannot play a whit man Iunip. That 's all one no more could you in stata quo prius Martino play with him euery man has his beginning and conduction Mart. Will you not hurt me fellow Onion Oni. Hurt thee no and I do put me among pot-hearbs And chop me to peeces come on Iunip. By your fauor sweet bullies giue them roome back so Martino do not looke so thin vpon the matter Oni. Ha well plaid fall ouer to my legge now so to your guard againe excellent to my head now make home your blow spare not me make it home good good againe Sebast. Why how now Peter Valen. Gods so Onion has caught a bruise Iunip. Couragio be not caprichioâ—s what Oni. Caprichioâ—s not I I scorn to be caprichious for a scrach Martino must haue another bout come Val. Seb. Balth. No no play no more play no more Oni. Foe t is nothing a philip a deuise fellow Iuniper prithee get me a Plantan I had rather play with one that had skil by halfe Mart. By my troth fellow Onion t was against my will Oni. Nay that 's not so t was against my head But come wee le ha one bout more Iunip. Not a bout not a stroke Omnes No more no more Iunip. Why I le giue you demonstration how it came Thou openest the dagger to falsifie ouer with the back sword frick and he interrupted before he could fall to the close Oni. No no I know best how it was better theÌ„ any man here I felt his play presently for looke you I gathered vpon him thus thus do you see for the double locke and tooke it single on the head Valen. He sayes very true he tooke it single on the head Sebast. Come le ts go Enter Martino with a cob-web Mar. Here fellow Onion here 's a cob-web Oni. How a cob-web Martino I will haue another bout with you S'wounds do you first breake my head and then giue me a plaister in scorne come to it I will haue a bout Marâ— God's my witnesse Oni. Tut your witnesse cannot serue Iunip. S'bloud why what thou art not lunatike art thou and thou bee'st auoide Mephostophiles Say the signe should be in Aries now as it may be for all vs where were your life Answere me that Sebast. Hee sayes well Onion Valen. I indeed doo's he Iunip. Come come you are a foolish Naturalist go get a white a of an egge and a little flax and close the breach of the head it is the most conducible thing that can be Martiâ—â— do not insinuate vpon your good fortune but play an honest part and beare away the bucklers Exeunt Act. 3. Scaene 1. Enter Angelo solus ANge. My yong and simple friend Paulo Ferneze Bound me with mighty solemne coniurations To be true to him in his loue to Rachel And to solicite his remembrance still In his enforced absence much I faith True to my friend in cases of affection In womens cases what a iest it is How silly he is that imagines it
He is an asse that will keepe promise stricktly In any thing that checkes his priuate pleasure Chiefly in loue S'bloud am not I a man Haue I not eyes that are as free to looke And bloud to be enflam'd as well as his And when it is so shall I not pursue Mine owne loues longings but preferre my friends I t is a good foole do so hang me then Because I swore alas who doo's not know That louers periuries are ridiculous Haue at thee Rachel I le go court her sure For now I know her father is abroad Enter Iaques S'bloud see he is here ô what damn'd lucke is this This labour 's lost I must by no meanes see him tan dery dery Exit Scaene 2. Iaques Christophere IAq. Mischiefe and hell what is this man a spirit Haunts he my houses ghost still at my doore He has beene at my doore he has beene in In my deere doore pray God my gold be safe Enter Christophere Gods pitty here 's another Rachel hâ— Rachel Chris. God saue you honest father Iaq. Rachel Gods light come to me Rachel Rachel Exit Chris. Now in Gods name what ayles he this is strange He loues his daughter so I le lay my life That hee 's afraid hauing beene now abroad I come to seeke her loue vnlawfully Enter Iaques Iaq. T is safe t is safe they haue not rob'd my treasure Chris. Let it not seeme offensiue to you sir. Iaq. Sir Gods my life sir sir call me sir. Chris. Good father here me Iaq. You are most welcome sir I meant almost and would your worship speake Would you abase your selfe to speake to me Chris. T is no abasing father my intent Is to do further honour to you sir Then onely speake which is to be your sonne Iaq. My gold is in his nostrels he has smelt it Breake breast breake heart fall on the earth my entrailes With this same bursting admiration He knowes my gold he knowes of all my treasure How do you know sir whereby do you guesse Chris. At what sir what i st you meane Iaq. I aske an 't please your Gentle worship how you know I meane how I should make your worship know That I haue nothing To giue with my poore daughter I haue nothing The very aire bounteous to euery man Is scant to me sir. Chris. I do thinke good father you are but poore Iaq. He thinkes so harke but thinke so He thinkes not so he knowes of all my treasure Exit Chris. Poore man he is so ouerioyed to heare His daughter may be past his hopes bestowed That betwixt feare and hope if I meane simply He is thus passionate Enter Iaques Iaq. Yet all is safe within is none without No body breake my walles Chris. What say you father shall I haue your daughter Iaq. I haue no dowry to bestow vpon her Chris. I do expect none father Iaq. That is well Then I beseech your worship make no question Of that you wish t is too much fauour to me Chris. I le leaue him now to giue his passions breath Which being setled I will fetch his daughter I shall but moue too much to speake now to him Exit Christopherâ— Iaq. So hee 's gone would all were dead and gone That I might liue with my deere gold alone Scaene 3. Iaques Count. COunt Here is the poore old man Iaq. Out of my soule another comes he hither Count. Be not dismaid old man I come to cheere you Iaq. To me by heauen Turne ribs to brasse turne voice into a trumpet To rattle out the battels of my thoughts One comes to hold me talke while th' other robbes me Exit Count. He has forgot me sure what should this meane He feares authority and my want of wife Will take his daughter from him to defame her He that hath naught on earth but one poore daughter May take this extasie of care to keepe her Enter Iaques Iaq. And yet t is safe they meane not to vse force But fawning comming I shall easly know By his next question if he thinke me rich Whom see I my good Lord Count. Stand vp good father I call thee not father for thy age But that I gladly wish to be thy sonne In honoured marriage with thy beauteous daughter Iaq. O so so so so so this is for gold Now it is sure this is my daughters neatnesse Makes them beleeue me rich No my good Lord I le tell you all how my poore haplesse daughter Got that attire she weares from top to toe Count. Why father this is nothing Iaq. O yes good my Lord. Count. Indeed it is not Iaq. Nay sweet Lord pardon me do not dissemble Heare your poore beads-man speake t is requisite That I so huge a beggar make account Of things that passe my calling she was borne T' enioy nothing vnderneath the sonne But that if she had more then other beggars She should be enuied I will tell you then How she had all she weares her warme shooes God wot A kind maide gaue her seeing her go barefoot In a cold frosty morning God requite her Her homely stockings Count. Father I le heare no more thou mou'st too much With thy too curious answere for thy daughter That doth deserue a thousand times as much I le be thy Sonne in law and she shall weare Th' attire of Countesses Iaq. O good my Lord Mock not the poore remembers not your Lordship That pouerty is the precious gift of God As well as riches tread vpon me rather Then mocke my poorenes Count. Rise I say When I mocke poorenes then heauens make me poore Enter Nâ—â—tius Scaene 7. Nuncio Count. NVn. See here 's the Count Ferneze I will tell him The haplesse accident of his braue sonne That hee may seeke the sooner to redeeme him Exit Iaques God saue your Lordship Count. You are right welcome sir. Nun. I would I brought such newes as might deserue it Count. What bring you me ill newes Nun. T is ill my Lord Yet such as vsuall chance of warre affoords And for which all men are prepar'd that vse it And those that vse it not but in their friends Or in their children Count. Ill newes of my sonne My deere and onely sonne I le lay my soule Ay me accurs'd thought of his death doth wound me And the report of it will kill me quite Nun. T is not so ill my Lord. Count. How then Nun. Hee 's taken prisoner and that 's all Count. That 's enough enough I set my thoughts on loue on seruile loue Forget my vertuous wife feele not the dangers The bands and wounds of mine owne flesh and bloud And therein am a mad man therein plagu'd With the most iust affliction vnder heauen Is Maximilian taken prisoner to Nun. My good my Lord he is return'd with prisoners Count. I st possible can Maximilian Returne and view my face without my sonne For whom he swore such care as for himselfe Nun. My Lord no care can change the