2153
2152
Enter Duke: Doctor: Fluello, Ca
struchio, Pioratto.
2154
2153
Duk. giue vs a little leaue. Do
ctor your newes.
2155
2154
Doc. I
sent for him my Lord: at la
st he came,
2156
2155And did receiue all
speech that went
from me,
2157
2156As gilded pilles made to prolong his health:
2158
2157My credit with him wrought it: for,
some men.
2159
2158Swallow euen empty hookes, like fooles. that feare
2160
2159No drowning where tis deepe
st, Cau
se tis cleare
:
2161
2160In th'end we
sat and eate: a health I dranke
2162
2161To
Infaelices sweete departed
soule,
2163
2162(This traine I knew would take.
)
2165
2164
Doc. He fell with
such deuotion on his knees,
2167
2166
Duk. Fond
super
stitious foole?
2168
2167
Doc. That had he beene in
flam'd with zeale of prayer,
2169
2168He could not power't out with more reuerence.
2170
2169About my necke he hung, wept on my cheeke,
2171
2170Ki
st it, and
swore, he would adore my lippes,
2172
2171Becau
se they brought forth
Infaelices name.
2174
2173
Doc. The cup he lifs vp high, and thus he
said,
2175
2174Here noble maid: drinkes, and was poi
soned.
2179
2178Ha
st peied mine aged houres out with more yeares,
2180
2179Than thou ha
st taken
from
Hipolito,
2181
2180A noble youth he was, but le
s
s
er branches
2182
2181Hindring the greaters growth, mu
st be lopt o
ff,
2183
2182And feede the
fire: Do
ctor w'are now all thine,
2188
2187
Doc. I doe be
seech your grace to bury deepe,
2191
2190Do
ctor looke you toot
: me it
shall not moue,
2192
2191Thei'r cur
st that ill doe, not that ill do loue,
2193
2192
Doc. You throw an angry forehead on my face,
2194
2193But be you pleas'd, backward thus for to looke,
2195
2194That for your good, this euill I vndertooke,
2199
2198
Doc. Nor let it
stand again
st me as a bar,
2200
2199To thru
st me
from your pre
sence: nor beleeue
2201
2200(As Princes haue quicke thoughts,) that now my
finger
2202
2201Being deept in blood, I will not
spare the hand,
2203
2202But that for gold (as what can golde not doe?)
2204
2203I may be hi'rde to worke the like on you,
2207
2206
Duk. No matter Do
ctor, cau
se ile feareles
sleepe,
2208
2207And that you
shall
stand cleare of that
su
spition
2209
2208I bani
sh thee for euer
from my court.
2210
2209This principle is olde but true as fate,
2211
2210Kings may loue trea
son, but the traitor hate,
Exit.
2212
2211
Doc. I
st so: nay then Duke, your
stale principle
2213
2212With one as
stale, the Do
ctor thus
shall quit,
2214
2213He fals him
selfe that digs anothers pit,
2215
2214How now: where is he? will he meete me:
2217
2216
Doc. man, meete you
sir, he might haue met with three
2218
2217fencers in this time and haue receiued le
s
s
e hurt then by mee
-
2219
2218ting one Do
ctor of Phi
sicke: why
sir has walkt vnder the olde
2220
2219Abbey wall yonder this houre, till hees more colde then a
2221
2220Cittizens country hou
se in Ianiuere, you may
smell him be
-
2222
2221hinde
sir; la you: yonder he comes.
2223
2222
Doc. leaue me.
Enter Hipolito.
2224
2223
Doc. man. Itch lurch if you will.
Exit.
2227
2226Could haue inticd me thus, to tru
st the Aire,
2228
2227With my clo
se
sighes, you
send for me: what newes
?
2229
2228
Doc. Come you mu
st do
ff this blacke: die that pale cheeke,
2230
2229Into his owne colour; goe
: Attire your
selfe
2231
2230Fre
sh as a bridegroome, when he meetes his bride,
2232
2231The Duke has done much trea
son to thy loue,
2233
2232Tis now reuealed, tis now to be reuengde,
2234
2233Be mery honord
friend, thy Lady liues.
2236
2235
Doc. Infaelice, Shees reuiude;
2237
2236Reuiude: alacke! death neuer had the hart,
2240
2239Phi
sicke prolongs life, when it cannot
saue,
2241
2240This helpes not my hopes. mine are in their graue:
2242
2241You doe
some wrong to mocke me.
2244
2243Which I haue euer borne you, what I
speake
2245
2244Is trueth: the maiden liues: that funerall,
2246
2245Dukes teares, the morning, was all counterfet,
2247
2246A
sleepy draught cozend the world and you,
2248
2247I was his mini
ster and then chambred vp,
2251
2250
Doc. He cannot hope
so certainely for bli
s
s
e:
2252
2251As he beleeues that I haue poy
sond you,
2253
2252He wode me toot, I yeelded, and con
firm'd him,
2256
2255
Doc. Her did he clo
sely coach to
Bergamo,
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2257
Hip. Will I ride,
stood
Bergamo,
2259
2258In the low countries of blacke hell, ile to her.
2260
2259
Doc. You
shall to her, but not to
Bergamo,
2261
2260How pa
s
sion makes you
fly beyond your
selfe.
2262
2261Much of that weary iourney I'ha cut o
ff,
2263
2262For
she by letters hath intelligence,
2264
2263Of your
suppo
sed death, her owne interment,
2265
2264And all tho
se plots, which that fal
se Duke, (her father)
2266
2265Has wrought again
st you
: And
sheele meete you.
2268
2267
Doc. Nay
see: how couetous are your de
sires,
2271
2270
Doc. At
Bethlem mona
sterie: are you plea
sd now
?
2272
2271
Hip, At
Bethlem mona
sterie: the place well
fits,
2273
2272It is the
scoole where tho
se that loo
se their wits,
2274
2273Pra
cti
se againe to get them: I am
sicke
2275
2274Of that di
sea
se, all loue is lunaticke.
2276
2275
Doc. Weele
steale away, this night in
some di
sgui
se,
2277
2276Father
Anselmo, a mo
st reuerend Frier,
2278
2277Expe
cts our comming, before whom weele lay,
2279
2278Rea
sons
so
strong, that he
shall yeeld, in bonds,
2280
2279Oh holy wedlocke, to tie both your hands.
2281
2280
Hip. This is
such happine
s
s
e
:
2282
2281That to beleeue it. tis impo
s
sible.
2283
2282
Doc. Let all your ioyes then die in misbeliefe,
2286
2285I am
so well acquainted with de
spaire,
2287
2286I know not how to hope: I beleeue all.
2288
2287
Doc. Weele hence this night, much mu
st be done, much (
said
2289
2288But if the Do
ctor faile not in his charmes,
2290
2289Your Lady
shall ere morning
fill the
se armes.
2291
2290
Hip. heauenly Phi
sition: far thy fame
shall
sprede,
2292
2291That mak'
st two louers
speake when they be dead.