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[Enter] Gasparo the Duke, Doctor Benedict, [and] two Servants.
Duke
[To the Servants, who proceed to act as instructed.]
Give charge that none do enter; lock the doors.
310And, fellows, what your eyes and ears receive,
Upon your lives trust not the gadding air
To carry the least part of it. [To the Doctor] The glass,
The hour-glass.
Doctor
Here, my lord.
[He produces an hour-glass.]
Duke
Ah, ’tis near spent!
315But, Doctor Benedict, does your art speak truth?
Art sure the soporiferous stream will ebb,
And leave the crystal banks of her white body
Pure as they were at first, just at the hour?
Doctor
Just at the hour, my lord.
320Duke
[To Servants] Uncurtain her.
[Servants draw curtains. Infelice discovered on a bed.]
Softly! – See, doctor, what a coldish heat
Spreads over all her body.
Doctor
Now it works:
The vital spirits that by a sleepy charm
325Were bound up fast, and threw an icy crust
On her exterior parts, now ’gin to break.
Trouble her not, my lord.
Duke
[To Servants] Some stools.
[Servants set stools.]
You called
For music, did you not? [Music plays.] Oho, it speaks,
330It speaks! [To Servants] Watch, sirs, her waking: note those sands. –
Doctor, sit down.
[The Doctor and the Duke sit.]
A dukedom that should weigh
Mine own down twice, being put into one scale,
And that fond desperate boy Hippolito
Making the weight up, should not at my hands
335Buy her i’th’ tother, were her state more light
Than hers who makes a dowry up with alms.
Doctor, I’ll starve her on the Apennine
Ere he shall marry her. I must confess
Hippolito is nobly born – a man,
340Did not mine enemies’ blood boil in his veins,
Whom I would court to be my son-in-law;
But princes, whose high spleens for empery swell,
Are not with easy art made parallel.
2 Servants
She wakes, my lord.
Duke
Look, Doctor Benedict!
345[To Servants] I charge you on your lives, maintain for truth
Whate’er the doctor or myself aver,
For you shall bear her hence to Bergamo.
Infelice
[Wakening] O God, what fearful dreams!
Doctor
Lady!
Infelice
Ha!
350Duke
Girl!
Why, Infelice, how is’t now, ha? Speak.
Infelice
I’m well. – What makes this doctor here? – I’m well.
Thou wert not so even now. Sickness’ pale hand
Laid hold on thee even in the midst of feasting,
355And when a cup crowned with thy lover’s health
Had touched thy lips, a sensible cold dew
Stood on thy cheeks, as if that death had wept
To see such beauty alter.
Infelice
I remember
360I sat at banquet, but felt no such change.
Thou hast forgot, then, how a messenger
Came wildly in, with this unsavoury news,
That he was dead?
Infelice
What messenger? Who’s dead?
Hippolito. Alack, wring not thy hands.
Infelice
I saw no messenger, heard no such news.
Doctor
Trust me, you did, sweet lady.
Duke
La you now!
2 Servants
Yes indeed, madam.
Duke
La you now.
[Aside to Servants]
’Tis well, good knaves.
370Infelice
You ha’ slain him, and now you’ll murder me.
Good Infelice, vex not thus thyself.
Of this bad the report before did strike
So coldly to thy heart that the swift currents
Of life were all frozen up –
375Infelice
It is untrue.
’Tis most untrue, O most unnatural father!
And we had much to do by art’s best cunning
To fetch life back again.
Doctor
Most certain, lady.
Why, la you now, you’ll not believe me! [To Servants] Friends,
Sweat we not all? Had we not much to do?
2 Servants
Yes indeed, my lord, much.
Death drew such fearful pictures in thy face
That, were Hippolito alive again,
385I’d kneel and woo the noble gentleman
To be thy husband. Now I sore repent
My sharpness to him and his family.
Nay, do not weep for him; we all must die. –
Doctor, this place where she so oft hath seen
390His lively presence hurts her, does it not?
Doctor
Doubtless, my lord, it does.
Duke
It does, it does.
Therefore, sweet girl, thou shalt to Bergamo.
Infelice
Even where you will. In any place there’s woe.
A coach is ready. Bergamo doth stand
In a most wholesome air: sweet walks; there’s deer.
Ay, thou shalt hunt and send us venison,
Which like some goddess in the Cyprian groves
Thine own fair hand shall strike. – Sirs, you shall teach her
400To stand, and how to shoot; ay, she shall hunt. –
Cast off this sorrow. In, girl, and prepare
This night to ride away to Bergamo.
Infelice
O most unhappy maid!
Exit.
Duke
[To Servants] Follow her close.
405No words that she was buried, on your lives,
Or that her ghost walks now after she’s dead;
I’ll hang you if you name a funeral.
1 Servant
I’ll speak Greek, my lord, ere I speak that deadly word.
4102 Servant
And I’ll speak Welsh, which is harder than Greek.
Away, look to her.
Exeunt [Servants].
Doctor Benedict,
Did you observe how her complexion altered
Upon his name and death? O, would ’twere true!
Doctor
It may, my lord.
415Duke
May? How? I wish his death.
Doctor
And you may have your wish. Say but the word,
And ’tis a strong spell to rip up his grave.
I have good knowledge with Hippolito;
He calls me friend. I’ll creep into his bosom,
420And sting him there to death. Poison can do’t.
Perform it; I’ll create thee half mine heir.
Doctor
It shall be done, although the fact be foul.
Greatness hides sin. The guilt upon my soul!
Exeunt.