The new purgation house, where witnesses ALT. Blisters and rottenness consume thy tongue! Villain! thou hast talk'd away thy life. [Draws upon him. BRU. Oh! hold sir, hold! can you enforce A slander from him, and then punish it Cause they lose their souls, must I lose my life? RAM. Galeotto, sir, the favourite may be, With argument enough, suspected chief In this conspiracy. ALT. Thou dost receive My jealous fears with truth too naked, And evident to be conceal'd. What is That holy college he's in madness nam'd? RAM. A place to whip offenders for their lust. ALT. O heavens! why is your business so remote And high, that you can take no notice of Such wrongs as these? Was this the house thought fit To entertain Arthiopa? Furies And fiends ascend! take up your dwelling here: Into one spreading fume-a fire so large And hot, shall make the rivers seethe, and seas To boil without the trouble of a storm. RAM. Kill all you meet, and burn the rest that are Imprison'd or asleep.* BRU. Let's think of rifling first, then fire shops Though I must never wear silks, I do not like These two lines are, in the folio, given to Altophil, the next three to Rampino, and the following two to Hirco. HIR. I'ld fain to the mercers too, And fall a measuring with my iron yard. ALT. Why, Brusco, dost thou stand so lamely* now? When I perceive my injuries so great, Our patience will be held no virtue but a sin. BRU. O sir! ease your distemper with Your wiser thoughts; the prince, you know's, in town; He's gracious, and will do you right. Lose not Then think what danger a commotion here Would urge, since Heildebrand, the Lombard's King, Our watchful enemy, is now within Ten leagues strongly encamp'd. Enter a CARTHUSIAN, ARTHIOPA, who is held by him, clothed in white, a taper in her hand, people and boys following her. ALT. What means this sad and bashful spectacle, My friends? What penitential lady's that You wait on with such needless courtesy ! You sir, speak, can you tell? are you all dumb? [They run from him as afraid. Here's one whose habit promises so much Civility as will afford me a reply. [Speaks to the Carthusian. Pray, Sir, instruct me in this lady's name! And what's the cause her penance is expos'd RAM. He's a Carthusian, and, by's order, tied To a concealment of his tongue. He Must not speak. ALT. Sure I have had some knowledge of her face! Write it to those who thus have injur'd me! It is not fit they should discover her In so much shame yet it must be she. O heart heart! if ever thou wert made for love, Love would have weaved thy strings not of such tough And stubborn wire, but silk, such as would crack With half that weight which hangs upon his grief. Arthiopa! ART. Fly fly! my Lord, and follow not this light, It is that walking fire which in the night Unwholesome mist about it, needs must blast Though all your tyrants of the law were here, Your charge. The laws shall be exactly satisfied. [Takes her aside. ART. Sure, Altophil, thou'rt lately come from Heaven; For this is more than human courtesy To own a luckless virgin, so much lost In sorrow and distress! ALT. Preserve thy tears! This is a wicked place; such precious drops Should not bedew unhallow'd ground. Thy infamy My envied love. Ay, 'tmust be so, the proofs ART. My sorrows will seem easy to me, though Accompanied with death. Such is the joy I take, that you believe me guiltless of Thy fame, yet shew obedience to the laws, To which thy penance is prescrib'd; and there I'll marry thee, in scorn of all the dull ART. O sir, though I [She kneels. Am strictly chaste, most true and loyal to your love, Respect the honour of your house, Renown'd in war and foreign courts. How will It be defil'd when y' are allied not unto me So deep and public now, not all my tears, Though they could fall in show'rs, will wash't away. ALT. Go on! My resolution needs no vows. BRU. Where is your reason, sir? you that are wise Enough to govern armies in their rage, In your own fury now should be so wise Belief; yet in the high importance of A wife, you should take care to match where not A single doubt, though ne'er so weak, could be By envy urg'd! ART. Sir, you have borrow'd much Of time, much have you seen, and speak from all Discreet experience and your love, I know: You love your Duke. Therefore in this advice You have my thanks sincerely from my soul ! ALT. Old man, could'st thou convey thy heart into My breast, and so possess my grief; could'st thou HIR. Rampino, raise the old garrison i'th' citadel. I'll to the sconce behind the bridge. RAM. Since they do love to see a soldier's mistress In a white sheet, we'll see their wives in their Smocks too, before night. BRU. Stay! stay! is this your love unto your General, Or thirst to pillage and to blood? ART. Sir, let me quench your anger with my tears. Upon my knees let me request you leave Me to mine own misfortune, and the laws. This dangerous act at once would violate All your allegiance to the Prince. Interpolated in the folio. |