308Gasparo the Duke, Doctor Benedict, two seruants. 309Duke Give charge that none do enter, locke the doores;
310And fellowes, what your eies and eares receave,
311Vpon your lives tru
st not the gadding aire:
312To carrie the lea
st part of it, the gla
sse, the houre-gla
sse,
314Duke. Ah, tis meere
spent.
315But Do
ctor
Benedick, does your Art
speake truth?
316Art
sure the
soporiferous
streame will ebbe,
317And leave the Chri
stall banks of her white body
318(Pure as they were at
fir
st,) iu
st at the houre?
319Doctor Iu
st at the houre my Lord.
321Softly,
see Do
ctor what a coldi
sh heate
322Spreads over all her bodie.
324The vitall
spirits that by a
sleepie charme
325Were bound vp fa
st and threw an icie ru
st 326On her exterior parts, now gin to breake:
327Trouble her not my Lord.
328Duke Some
stooles, you calld
329For mu
sicke, did you not
? Oh ho, it
speakes,
330It
speakes, watch
sirs her waking, note tho
se
sands,
331Do
ctor
sit downe: A Dukedome that
should wey
332Mine owne downe twice, being put into one
scale,
333And that fond de
sperate boy
Hipolito,
334Making the weight vp,
should not (at my hands)
335Buy her i'th tother, were her
state more light
336Than hers, who makes a dowrie vp with almes.
B 2 Doctor
The converted Curtezan.
337Do
ctor Ile
starve her on the Appenine
338Ere he
shall marry her: I mu
st confe
sse,
339Hipolito is nobly borne, a man;
340Did not mine enemies blood boile in his veines,
341Whom I would court to be my
sonne in law?
342But Princes who
se high
spleenes for empery
swell,
343Are not with ea
sie Arte made paralell.
3442 Ser. She wakes my Lord.
Duke Looke Do
ctor
Benedict.
345I charge you on your lives maintaine for truth,
346What ere the Do
ctor or my
selfe averre,
347For you
shall beare her hence to
Bergamo 348Inf: Oh God, what fearefull dreames?
351Why
Infaelica, how i
st now, ha,
speake?
352Inf. I'me well, what makes this Do
ctor heere? I'me well.
353Duke Thou wert not
so even now,
sicknes pale hand
354Laid hold on thee even in the mid
st} of fea
sting;
355And when a cup crownde with thy lovers health
356Had toucht thy lips, a
sencible cold dew
357Stood on thy cheekes, as if that death had wept
358To
see
such beautie alter.
360I
sate at banquet, but felt no
such change.
361Duke Thou ha
st forgot then how a me
ssenger
362Came wildely in with this vn
savorie newes,
364Inf. What me
ssenger? whoes dead?
365Duke Hipolito, alacke, wring not thy hands.
366Inf. I
saw no me
ssenger, heard no
such newes.
367Doctor Tru
st me you did
sweete Lady.
368Duke La you now.
2 Servants Yes indeede Madam.
369Duke La you now, tis well good knaves.
370Inf. You ha
slaine him, and now you'le murder me.
371Duke Good
Infelica vexe not thus thy
selfe,
372Of this the bad report before did
strike
373So coldly to thy heart, that the
swift currents
374Of life were all
frozen vp.
It
The converted Curtezan.
376Tis mo
st vntrue, O mo
st vnnaturall father!
377Duke And we had much to do by Arts be
st cunning,
378To fetch life backe againe.
379Doctor Mo
st certaine Lady.
380Duke Why la you now, you'le not beleeve mee,
friends,
381Sweate we not all
? had we not much to do?
3822 Ser. Yes indeede my Lord, much.
383Duke Death drew
such fearefull pi
ctures in thy face,
384That were
Hipolito alive agen,
385I'de kneele and woo the noble gentleman
386To be thy husband: now I fore repent
387My
sharpenes to him, and his family;
388Nay, do not weepe for him, we all mu
st die:
389Do
ctor, this place where
she
so oft hath
seene
390His lively pre
sence, hurts her, does it not?
391Doctor Doubtle
sse my Lord it does.
392Duke It does, it does:
393Therefore
sweete girle thou
shalt to
Bergamo.
394Inf. Even where you will, in any place theres woe.
395Duke A Coach is ready,
Bergamo doth
stand
396In a mo
st whole
some aire,
sweete walkes, theres diere,
397I, thou
shalt hunt and
send vs veni
son,
398Which like
some godde
sse in the
Ciprian groves,
399Thine owne faire hand
shall
strike;
sirs, you
shall teach her
400To
stand, and how to
shoote, I,
she
shall hunt:
401Ca
st o
ff this
sorrow. In girle, and prepare
402This night to ride away to
Bergamo.
403Inf. O mo
st vnhappie maid.
Exit. 404Duke Follow her clo
se.
405No words that
she was buried on your lives,
406Or that her gho
st walkes now after
shees dead;
407Ile hang you if you name a funerall.
4081 Ser. Ile
speake Greeke my Lord, ere I
speake that dead
- 4102 Ser. And Ile
speake Welch, which is harder then Greek.
( Exeunt. 411Duke Away, looke to her; Do
ctor
Benedict,
412Did you ob
serve how her complexion altered
B 3 Vpon
The converted Curtezan.
413Vpon his name and death, O would t'were true.
414Doctor It may my Lord.
415Duke May
? how? I wi
sh his death.
416Doctor And you may have your wi
sh;
say but the word,
417And tis a
strong Spell to rip vp his grave:
418I have good knowledge with
Hipolito;
419He calls me
friend, ile creepe into his bo
some,
420And
sting him there to death; poi
son can doo't.
421Duke Performe it; ile create thee halfe mine heire.
422Doctor It
shall be done, although the fa
ct be fowle.
423Duke Greatnes hides
sin, the guilt vpon my
soule.
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