"In vain I call; for she, like fleeting air, Sci. Take care my gates be open, bid all welcome; All who rejoice with me to-day are friends: Let each indulge his genius, each be glad, Completely blest, and I have life enough; [Exeunt. Hor. What if, while all are here intent on revelling, 160 I privately went forth, and sought Lothario? "Oh, false appearance! What is all our sovereignty, "Our boasted pow'r? When they oppose their arts, "Still they prevail, and we are found their fools." With such smooth looks, and many a gentle word, The first fair she beguil'd her easy lord; Too blind with love and beauty to beware, He fell unthinking in the fatal snare; Nor could believe that such a heav'nly face Had bargain'd with the devil, to damn her wretched race. SCENE II. [Exit. The Street near SCIOLTO's Palace. Enter LOTHARIO and ROSSANO. Loth. To tell thee then the purport of my thoughts; The loss of this fond paper would not give me A moment of disquiet, were it not 180 My instrument of vengeance on this Altamont; [They confer aside. Enter HORATIO. Hor. Still I must doubt some mystery of mischief, Some artifice beneath. Lothario's father! I knew him well; he was sagacious, cunning, I Fluent in words, and bold in peaceful counsels, Yet, with these coward's virtues, he undid This son, if fame mistakes not, is more hot, More open and unartful-Ha! he's here! [Seeing him. Loth. Damnation! He again!—This second time To-day he has cross'd me, like my evil genius. Hor. I sought you, Sir. Loth. 'Tis well then I am found. 200 Hor. 'Tis well you are. The man who wrongs my friend To the earth's utmost verge I would pursue. No place, tho' e'er so holy should protect him; No shape that artful fear e'er form'd should hide him, 'Till he fair answer made, and did me justice. Loth. Ha! dost thou know me, that I am Lothario? As great a name as this proud city boasts of. Still are they found in the fair face of day, Loth. Such let 'em be of mine; there's not a purpose And what I once durst do, have dar'd to justify. Hor. Where was this open boldness, this free spirit, And bribing a poor mercenary wretch, Loth. Ha! fled from thee? 221 Hor. Thou fled'st, and guilt was on thee, like a thief, A pilferer, descry'd in some dark corner, Who there had lodg'd, with mischievous intent, And do a midnight murder on the sleepers. [Offers to draw, Rossano holds him. Ros. Hold, my lord! think where you are, Think how unsafe and hurtful to your honour It were to urge a quarrel in this place, And shock the peaceful city with a broil. Loth. Then since thou dost provoke my vengeance, know I would not, for this city's wealth, for all Which the sea wafts to our Ligurian shore, But that the joys I reap'd with that fond wanton, As is the noon-day sun, air, earth, or water, Or any common benefit of nature. 240 Think'st thou I meant the shame should be conceal'd? Oh, no! by hell and vengeance, all I wanted Was some fit messenger to bear the news But like the birds, great Nature's happy commoners, Hor. What liberty has vain presumptuous youth, 320 Exact from those who wrong 'em much, ev'n death; Hor. Away! thy speech is fouler than thy manners. A beggar's parasite! Hor. Now learn humanity, [Offers to strike him, Rossano interposes. Since brutes and boys are only taught with blows. Loth. Damnation ! Ros. Hold, this goes no further here. Horatio, 'tis too much; already see The crowd are gath'ring to us. Loth. Oh, Rossano! [They draw. Or give me way, or thou'rt no more my friend. |