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Flam. It seems you are jealous; I'll shew you a night's lodging ?-that hath an itch in's hams, the error of it by'a fainiliar example: I have which like the fire at the glass-house hath not seen a pair of spectacles fashioned with such gone out this seven years—is he not a courtly perspective art, that lay down but one twelve gentleman ?—when he wears white sattin, one pence o'th'board, 'twill appear as if there were would take him by his black muzzle to be no twenty; now should you wear a pair of these other creature than a maggotyou are a goodly spectacles, and see your wife tying her shoe, foil I confess well set out—but cover'd with a you would imagine twenty hands were taking false stone, you counterfeit diamond. up of your wife's clothes, and this would put Cam. He will make her know what is in me. you into a horrible causeless fury.

Flam. Come, my lord attends you; thou shalt Cam. The fault there, sir, is not in the eye- go to bed to my lord. sight.

Cam. Now he comes to't. Flam. True, but " they that have the yellow Flam. With a relish as curious as a vintner jaundice think all objects they look on to be going to taste new wine.-1 am opening your yellow. Jealousy is worse; her fits present to

case hard.

[To Camillo. a man, like so many bubbles in a bason of wa- Cam. A virtuous brother, on my credit! ter, twenty several crabbed faces, many times Flam. He will give thee a ring with a philosomakes bis own shadow bis cuckold-inaker.

pher's stone in it.

Cam. Indeed, I am studying alchymy.

Flam. Thou shalt lie in a bed stuft with turtles See, she comes; what reason have you to be feathers; swoon in perfumed linen, like the feljealous of this creature? what an ignorant ass low was smothered in roses. So perfect shall be or flattering knave might he be counted, that thy happiness, that as men at sea think land, and should write sonnets to her eyes; or call her trees, and ships, go that way they go; so both brow, the snow of Ida, or ivory of Corinth, or heaven and earth shall seem to go your voyage. compare her hair to the black-bird's bill, shen Sball't meet bim, 'tis fix’d, with nails of dia'tis liker the black-bird's feather? this is all: be monds to inevitable necessity. Aside. wise, I will make you friends: and you shall go Vil. Cor. How shall's rid him hence? (Aside. to bed together. Marry look you, it shall not Flam. I will put " the brize in's tail shall set be your seeking. Do you stand upon that by him gadding presently. I have almost wrought any means: walk you aloof; I would not have her to it, I find her coming; but, might I advise you seen in't.—Sister, my lord attends you in you now, for this night I would not lie with her, the banquetting-house: your husband is won- I would cross her humour to make her more drous discontented.

humble. Vit. Cor. I did nothing to displease him; I Cam. Shall I, shall I? carved to him at supper-time.

Flam. It will shew in you a supremacy of Flam. You need not have carved bim, in judgment. faith; they say he is a capon already. I must Cam. True, and a mind differing from the now seemingly fall out with you. Shall a gen- tumultuary opinion; for, quæ negata, gruta. tleman so well descended as Camillo-a lousy Flam. Right: you are the "7 adan ant shall slave, that within this twenty years rode with draw her to you, though you keep distance off. the black guard in the duke's carriage, 'mongst Cam. A philosophical reason, spits and dripping-pans?

Flam. Walk by her o'tl' nobleman's fashion, Cam. Now he begins to tickle her.

and tell her you will lie with her at the end of Flan. An ercellent scholar-one that hath a head filld with calves brains without any sage Cam. Vittoria, I cannot be induc'd, or as a in them,—come crouching in the hams to you for man would say, incited.

the progress.

15 They that have the yellow jaundice, think all objects they look on to be yellow.—This thought is adopted by Mr. Pope :

“ All seems infected that th’ infected spy,

As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.' S. 16 The brize-i. e. the fly that stings cattle. So, in Ben Jonson's Poetaster, A. 3. S. 1:

“ This brize hath prick'd my patience.” The New Inn, A. 5. S. 3:

Sheelee nien
Runs like a heefer, bitten with the brize,

About the court crying on Fly, and cursing."
See also Mr. Steevens's Note on Troilus and Cressida, A. 1. S. 3. and to Antony and Cleopatra, A.3. S. 8.

17 Adamant-i. e, the magnet. S. P.



Vit. Cor. To do what, sir?

Cor. My fears are fall’n upon me: oh my Cum. To lie with you to-night. Your silk

heart ! worm useth to fast every third day, and the My son the pander! now I find our house next following spins the better. To-morrow at Sinking to ruin. Earthquakes leave behind, night I am for you.

Where they have tyranniz'd, iron, lead, or stone; Vit. Cor. You'll spin a fair thread, trust to't. But woe to ruin, violent lust leaves none.

Flam. But do you hear, I shall have you steal Brach. That value is this jewel ? to ber chamber about midnight.

Vit. Cor. 'Tis the ornament of a weak forCam. Do you think so? why look you, brother, because you shall not think I'll gull you, Brach. In sooth I'll have it; nay, I will but take the key, lock me into the chamber, and say

change you shall be sure of me.

My jewel for your jewel.
Flam. In troth I will; I'll be your jailor once: Flain. Excellent;
But have you ne'er a false door?

Ilis jewel for her jewel: well put in, duke.
Cam. A pox on't, as I am a Christian; tell Brach. Nay, let me see you wear it.
me tomorrow how scurvily she takes my un- Vit. Cor. Here, sir.
kind parting.

Brach. Nay, lower, you shall wear my jewel Flam. I will.

lower. Cum. Didst thou 'not make the jest of the Flam. That's better, she must wear his jewel silk-worm?

lower. Good-night, in faith I will use this trick often. Vit. Cor. To pass away the time, I'll tell your Flam. Do, do, do. [Erit Camillo

So, now you are safe. Ha, ha, ha, 18 thoa in- A dream I had last night
tanglest thyself in thine own work like a silk- Brach. Most wishedly.

Vit. Cor. A foolish idle dream :

Methought I walk'd about the inid of night

Into a church-yard, where a goodly yew-tree Come, sister, darkness hides your blush. Wo-Spread her large root iu ground: under that yew, men are like curst dogs; civility keeps thein tied As I sate sadly leaning on a grave, all day-time, but they are let loose at midnight, Checquer'd with cross sticks, there came stealthen they do most good, or most mischief. My

ing in lord, my lord.

Your dutchess and iny husband; one of them

A pick-ax bore, th' other a rusty spade, Zasche brings out a curpet, spreads it, and lays And in rough terms they'gan to challenge me on it two fair cushions.

About this yew. Brach. Give credit: I could wish time would Brach. That tree? stand still,

Vit. Cor. This harmless yew; And never end this interview, this hour; They told me my intent was to root up But all delight doth itself soon'st devour. That well-grown yew, and plant i'the stead of it Enter Cornelia listening.

A wither'd black-thorn; and for that they vow'd

To bury me alive: my husband straight Let me into your bosomn, happy lady,

With pick-ax 'gan to dig, and your fell dutchess Pour out, instead of eloquence, my vows. With shorel, like a fury, voided out Loose me not, madam, for if you forego me, The earth, and scatter'd bones : lord, how me I am lost eternally.

thought Vit. Cor. Sir, in the way of pity,

I trembled! and yet for all this terror I wish you heart-whole.

I could not pray Brach. You are a sweet physician.

Flam. No; the devil was in your

dream, Vit. Cor. Sure, sir, a loathed cruelty in ladies Vit. Cor. When to my rescue there arose, Is as to doctors many funerals:

methought, It takes away their credit.

A whirlwind, which let fall a massy arm Brach. Excellent creature !

From that strong plant; We call the cruel, fair; what naine for you And both were struck dead by that sacred yew, That are so merciful?

In that base shallow grave that was their due. Zan. See now they close.

Flum. Excellent devil! Flam. Most happy union.

She hath tauglit him in a dream

18 Thou intanglest thyself in thine own work like a silk-worm.—Thus Pope:

“ The silk-worm thus spins fine his little storé,
And labours till he clouds himself all o'er." S.

your honour!

me up

To make away his dutchess and her husband. Bruch. Sweetly shall I interpret this your

dream. You are lody'd within his armns who shall pro

tect you Froin all the fevers of a jealous husband; From the poor envy of our flegmatick dutchess. I'll seat you above law, and above scandal; Give to your thoughts the invention of delight, And the fruition; nor shall government Divide me from you longer, than a care To keep you great: you shall to me at once, Be dukedom, health, wife, children, friends, and

all. Cor. Woe to light hearts, they still fore-run our fall,

(CORNELIA comes forwards. Flam. What fury rais'd thec up! away, away.

[Erit ZANCHE. Cor. What makes you here, my lord, this

dead of night? Never dropt mildew on a flower here till now.

Flam. I pray, will you go to bed then,
Lest you be blasted?

Cor. O that this fair garden
Had all with poison'd herbs of Thessaly
At first been planted; made a nursery
For witch-craft, rather than a burial-plot
For both your lonours.

Vit. Cor. Dearest mother, hear me.
Cor. O, thou dost make my brow bend to the

Sooner than nature. See the curse of children!
In life they keep us frequently in tears;
And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

Brach. Come, come, I will not hear you.
Vit. Cor. Dear, my lord.
Cor. Where is thy dutchess now, adult'rous

duke? Thou little dream'st this night she is come to

Flam. How ! come to Rome?
Vit. Cor. The dutchess.
Brach. She had been better
Cor. The lives of princes should like dials

move, Whose regular example is so strong, They make the times by them go right, or wrong.

Flam. So, have you done?
Cor. Unfortunate Camillo !

Vit. Cor. I do protest, if any chaste denial,
If any thing but blood could have allay'd
His long suit to me

Cor. I will join with thee,
To the most woeful end ere mother kneeld:
If thou dishonour thus thy husband's bed,
Be thy life short as are the funeral tears
In great men's

Brach. Fy, fy, the woman's mad.

Cor. Be thy act Judas like, betray in kissing. May'st thou be envy'd during his short breath, And pity'd like a wretch after his death.

Vit. Cor. O me accurs'd! (Exit Vit. Cor.
Flam. Are you out of your wits, my lord ?

I'll fetch her back again.

Brach. No, I'll to bed.
Send doctor Julio to me presently.
Uncharitable woman! thy rash tongue
Hath rais'd a fearful and prodigious storm;
Be thou the cause of all ensuing barm.

Flam. Now, you that stand so much upon
Is this a fitting time o'night, think you,
To send a duke home without e'er a man?
I would fain know where lies the mass of wealth
Which you have hoarded for my maintenance,
That I inay bear my beard out of the level
Of my lord's stirrup.

Cor. What! because we are poor, Shall we be vicious ?

Flam. Pray, what ineans have you To keep me from the gallies, or the gallows? My father prov'd himself a gentleman, Sold all bis land, and, like a fortunate fellow, Died ere the money was spent. You brouglit At Padua, I confess, where I protest, For want of means (the university judge me) I have been fain to heel my tutor's stockings At least seven years; conspiring with a beard Made me a graduate ; then to this duke's service. I visited the court, whence I return'd More courteous, more leacherous by far, But not a suit the richer. And shall I, Having a path so open, and so free To my preferment, still retain your milk In my pale forehead ? no, this face of mine I'll arm and fortify with lusty wine, 'Gainst shame and blushing.

Cor. O that I ne'er bad borne thee!

Flum. So would I. I would the common'st courtezan in Rome Had been my mother, rather than thyself. Nature is very pitiful to whores, To give them but few children, yet those chil

dren Plurality of fathers; they are sure They shall not want. Go, go, Complain unto my great lord cardinal; It may be he will justify the act. Lycurgus wonder'd much, men would provide Good stallions for their mares, and yet would

Their fair wives to be barren.

Cor. Misery of miseries! [Exit CORNELIA.
Flam. The dutchess comes to court! I like

not that.
We are engag‘d to mischief, and must on,
As rivers to find out the ocean
Flow with crook bendings beneath forced

banks; Or as we see, to aspire some mountain's top, The way ascends not straight, but imitates The subtile foldings of a winter snake; So who knows policy and her true aspect, Shall find her ways winding and indirect. (Esit.




Enter FranCISCO DE Medicis, Cardinal Mov- Be you my orator, my heart's too full,
TICELSO, MARCELLO, Isabella, young G10-

I'll second you anon,
VANNI, with little Jaques the Moor.

Mon. Ere I begin,

Let me entreat your grace forego all passion, F. de Med. Have you not seen your husband

Which may be raised by ny free discourse, since you arrived ?

Brach. As silent as i'th' church; you may Isa. Not yet, sir.

proceed. F. de Med. Surely he is wonderful kind; Mon. It is a wonder to your noble friends, If I had such a dove-house as Cainillo's,

That you having as 'twere enter'd the world I would set fire on't, were't but to destroy With a free scepter in your able hand, The pole-cats that haunt to it.—My sweet And have to the use of nature well applied cousin !

High gifts of learning, should in your prime age Gio. Lord uncle, you did promise me

Neglect your awful throne, for the soft down borse,

Of an insatiate bed. Oh, my lord,
And armour.

The drunkard after all his lavish cups
F. de Med. That I did, my pretty cousin. Is dry, and then is sober: so length,
Marcello, see it fitted.

20 When you awake from this lascivious dream, Mar. My lord, the duke is here.

Repentance then will follow, like the sting F. de Med. Sister, away; you inust not yet Plac'd in the adder's tail. Wretched are be seen.

princes Isa. I do beseech you,

When fortune blasteth but a petty flower Entreat him mildly, let not your rough tongue Of their unwieldy crowns; or ravisheth Set us at louder variance; all my wrongs

But one pearl from their scepters: but alas! Are freely pardon'd; and I do not doubt, When they thro' wilful shipwreck lose good, As men, to try the '' precious unicorn's born,

fame, Make of the powder a preservative circle, All princely titles perish with their name. And in it put a spider; so these arms

Brach. You have said, my lord. Sball charm his poison, force it to obeying, Mon. Enough to give you taste And keep him chaste from an infected straying. How far I am from fatering your greatness. F. de Ned. I wish they may. Be gone. Brach. Now you that are his second, what [Exeunt ISABELLA and GrovaNNI, &c.

say you? Enter BRACHIANO and FLAMINEO.

Do not like young hawks fetch a course about,

Your game flies tair, and for you. "Void the chamber:

F. de Ned. Do not fear it: You are welcome, will you sit? I pray, my I'll answer you in your own hawking phrase. lord,

Some eagles that should gaze upon the sun

19 Precious unicorn's horn.--" The antients held the Unicorn's horn to be a counter poison; and that the animal used to dip it in the water, to purity and sweeten it ere it would drink : it is added, that for the same reason other beasts wait to see it drink before them.—Thence, as also from the rarity of the thing, people have taken occasion to attribute divers medicinal virtues thereto.

« But Amb. Pare has proved it a mere piece of charletanery, and all the virtues attributed to it to be false ; and yet the price it has bore is almost incredible. Andrea Racci, a physician of Florence, affirms the pound of 16 ounces to have been sold in the Apothecaries shops for 1536 crowns, when the same weight of gold was only worth one hundred forty-eight crowns.” Chambers's Dictionary. See also Sir Thomas Brown's Vulgar Errors, B. 3. C. 23.

20 When you awake from this lascivious dream,

Repentance then will follow, like the sting
Plac'd in the adder's tail.-So Thomson says:

“ Even present, in the very lap of love
Inglorious laid: while musick flows around,
Perfumes, and oils, and wine; and wanton hours;
Amid the roses fierce repentance rears
Her snaky crest: a quick returning pang
Shoots thro' the conscious heart; where honour still,
And great design, against th' oppressive load
Of luxury, by fits, impatient heave. Spring, 1. 992.

you bait


Seldom soar high, but take their lustful ease; Brach. Have you proclaim'd a triumph, that Since they froin dungbili birds their prey can seize.

A lion thus? You know Vittoria?

Mon. My lord ! Bruch. Yes.

Brach. I'm taine, I'm tame, sir. F. de Med. You shift your shirt there,

Flam. We send unto the duke for conference When you return from tennis ?

'Bout levies 'gainst the pirates ; my lord duke Bruch. Happily.

Is not at home: we come ourself in person; F. de Med. Her husband is the lord of a poor Still my lord duke is busied. But we fear fortune,

When Tyber to each prouling passenger Yet she wears cloth of tissue.

Discovers flocks of wild ducks; then, my lord, brach. What of this?

'Bout moulting time I mean, we shall be certain Will you urge that, my good lord cardinal, To find you sure enough, and speak with you. As part of her contession at next shrift,

Brach. Ha! And know from whence it sails?

Flam. A meer tale of a tub, my words are F. de Med. She is your sirumpet.

idle; Bruch. Cncivil sir, there's hemlock in thy But to express the sonnet by natural reason, breath,

When stays grow melancholy, you'll find the And blackest slander. Were she whore of mine,

Enter GIOVANNI. All thy loud cannons, and thy 21 borrow'd Switzers,

Mon. No more, my lord; here comes a Thy gallies, nor thy sworn confederates,

champion Durst not supplant ber.

Shall end the difference between you both; F. de Med. Let's not talk on thunder. Your son, prince Giovanni. See, my lords, Thou hast a wife, our sister; would I bad given what hopes you store in him; this is a casket Both her white hands to death, bound and lock'd For both your crowns, and should be held like fast

dear. In her last winding sheet, when I gave

thee Now is he apt for knowledge; therefore know

It is a more direct and even way,
Prach. Thou hadst given a soul to God then. To train to virtue those of princely blood,
F. de Med. True;

By examples than by precepts: if by examples,
Thy ghostly father, with all his absolution, Whom should he rather strive to imitate
Shall ne'er do so by thee.

Than his own father? be his pattern then, Brach. Spit thy poison.

Leave him a stock of virtue that may last, F. de Med. I shall not need, lust carries her Should fortune rend his sails, and split his mast. sharp whip

Brach. Your hand, boy, growing to a soldier ? At her own girdle; look to't, for our anger

Gio. Give ine a pike. Is making thunder-bolts.

F. de Med. What, practising your pike so Brach. Thunder ! i'faith,

young, fair cuz? They are but crackers.

Gio. Suppose me one of Homer's froys, my F. de Med. We'll end it with the cannon.

lord, Brach. Thou'lt get nought by it, but iron in Tossing my bull-rush thus. Pray, sir, tell me, thy wounds,

Might not a child of good discretion And gunpowder in thy nostrils.

Be leader to an army? F. de Med. Better that,

F. de Med. Yes, cousin, a young prince Than change perfunies for plaisters.

Of good discretion might. Brach. Pity on thee,

Gio. Say you so ? 'Twere good you'd shew your slaves, or men Indeed I have heard, 'tis fit a general condemn'd,

Should not endanger his own person oft, Your new-plow'd forehead-defiance. I'll meet So that he makes a noise when he's on horse. thee,

back Even in a thicket of thy ablest men.

Like a Dantzick drummer, 0, 'tis excellent ! Mon. My lord, you shall not word it any He need not fight; methinks his horse as well farther

Might lead an army for him. If I live, Without a milder limit.

I'll charge the French foe in the very front F. de Med. Willingly.

Of all my troops, the foremost man.

But one.

* Borrow'd Switzers. ---Switzers, in our antient plays, are generally spoken of as the guards particularly belonging to the persons of princes. See The Noble Gentleman, by Beaumont and Fletcher, 1.3. $. i. and Hamlet, A. 4. S. 5.

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