Naked without a skin this frosty weather, ARI. 'Tis a great virtue to be patient. To be a captain; this age is grown Would walk and bear arms. The Court infects ARI. 'Slight! the Mogul's revenue is not able To maintain my cowardice. MER. I'm known! a midwife's ruff is just like mine. Lizaro, let me see your's: Hah! Ay, ay, 'Twill serve the turn, untie-If thou dost grin I'll cleave thee from the scalp unto the twist! [Change ruffs. LIZ. Ariotto, I've often given you my Advice, we must be valiant. ARI. We must declare our anger, with pride and courage. Ancient, we intend to be valiant. MER. How! Speak but that word again, and ye both hasten To your graves. Let me but see ye so Conspire against damnation as to Your hearts so much noble fire as shall ARI. Sir, we scorn the humour, we MER. The cannon catch me, if I not make ye Run away from a hare. Ye shall Be proud to pawn your sisters To feed my riot. Enter PIRACCO. PIR. Subject! I come to visit My exchecquer. [Feels in's pocket. LIZA. Sir! I grieve you must lose your industry; I pray peruse the other on my left thigh. PIRA. How, caitiff? Dost thou so much neglect life To walk without aurum potabile,* Without tribute to appease my wrath. LIZA. Sir, I know you can speak thunder; 'tis in Your power to kill me with your voice. But yet Take leisure to consider. I pray Question Mervole, your colleague i' th' empire. ARI. A man captain, if it be lawful to whisper, More barbarous than a Goth; the Vandals Were not so ravenous when they sacked Rome, As he in pillaging of us. PIRA. Preserve our stations! lest when I grow Angry I hurt ye with my breath. Ancient, You are not temperate. MER. How, captain? PIRA. You insult upon my kindnesses, and 'tis Difficult to grant your pardon. MER. By this fair light! If you Incense me I shall trouble ye worse than Your imposthume. Can you not gull the State * Sce vol. i., p. 72. Finely, muster up ammunition; Cassocks stuff'd with straw; Number a hundred forty nine dead pays, Expect no contribution from these bores. PIRA. S'death! Will you not permit me to enjoy one? MER. I will have both. PIRA. That's to be decided with our weapons! [They draw. ARI. Pray, Lizaro, if they both die, our bonds. Are void, and we are free. MER. D'ye curvet? Were there A scrivener here I would be bold to make you In bondage to posterity. Come, sir, I shall anger your imposthume. Again! ARI. Now I am victorious! Lizaro, your champion's foiled. [Piracco down. MER. Captain, thou'st still been held a bold soldier, I'll not insult o'er thy unkind destiny. Live still! but, by my stars, you must either In these two; they are my subjects now. PIRA. Yield up my sword, no! Take 'em, cherish the babes! Keep 'em warm; they are very chilly. MER. Quick! Do me homage. Bow lower! LIZA. We are exceeding virtuous. MER. Piracco, give me thy fist! We'll have a truce. PIRA. Pox upon you! y'ave still the better on't In these skirmishes. MER. How now! No more a cripple, thou walkest as Stiffly as a stock. PIRA. Hah! I do not limp? By this light, thou hast launched * My imposthume! MER. Hey! I ne'er thought I had skill in surgery Till now; march on, quick! to my Colonel's Kitchen tent. I'll present thee as a miracle ! A little of the cook's balsamum Will finish the cure. By this hand, he walks upright! Subjects both attend! ARI. Every man gains by quarrelling, but we. [Exeunt omnes. Enter FOSCARI, FLORELLO, COLONEL. Fosc. We embrace the greatest soldier The world contains. So far you have obliged COL. Ye shall find us always prompt to serve ye, And faithful, as becomes our births and calling. FLOR. I have chosen to perform this strange duty, when time Makes me most useful. You are shortly to Fosc. We are enabled to resist the storm. * Lanced. We can receive from Florence safe intelligence, And speedy. The news of this your battery, Enforced with the Duke's stern rage, came to our Knowledge before your relation. FLOR. Then spirits are your messengers ? Minutes is't your pleasure to direct me That employment which seduced me hither? To assure our safety. [Exeunt omnes. Enter BERTOLINA, RANOLA, with FLORELLO'S picture. RAN. Madam! shall I place it here? BERT. Gently, Ranola! Had it sense it could Not more provoke my care; I fear I shall Commit idolatry. Hail, great soldier! Thou that art the pride of Italy, and so exact A wonder in this age; our chronicles Will fear to register thy deeds, lest they Endanger quite the readers' faith to all They write. Why art thou absent now? Thou art employed in achieving new wreaths Ere the old are withered. Such sacred garlands The Olympic wrestlers won. Still he treads the path of honour And loud glory. He never thinks on me! I shall grow wild with grief. Enter FOSCARI, FLORELLO. Fosc. Sir! I will leave you to express your thoughts Unto my daughter. BERT. Secure us, Heaven! [Exit Foscari. |