The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Modern)

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 1.3.0.1308[Enter] Gasparo the Duke, Doctor Benedict, [and] two Servants.
 1.3.0.2Duke
 [To the Servants, who proceed to act as instructed.]
 1.3.1309Give charge that none do enter; lock the doors.
 1.3.2310And, fellows, what your eyes and ears receive,
 1.3.3311Upon your lives trust not the gadding air
 1.3.4312To carry the least part of it. [To the Doctor] The glass,
 1.3.5The hour-glass.
 313Doctor
 The hour-glass.  Here, my lord. 
 1.3.5.1[He produces an hour-glass.]
 314Duke
 The hour-glass. Here, my lord.   Ah, ʼtis near spent!
 1.3.6315But, Doctor Benedict, does your art speak truth?
 1.3.7316Art sure the soporiferous stream will ebb,
 1.3.8317And leave the crystal banks of her white body
 1.3.9318Pure as they were at first, just at the hour?
 1.3.10319Doctor
 Just at the hour, my lord.
 320Duke
 Just at the hour, my lord.  [To Servants] Uncurtain her.
 1.3.10.1[Servants draw curtains. Infelice discovered on a bed.]
 1.3.11321Softly! – See, doctor, what a coldish heat
 1.3.12322Spreads over all her body.
 323Doctor
 Spreads over all her body.  Now it works:
 1.3.13324The vital spirits that by a sleepy charm
 1.3.14325Were bound up fast, and threw an icy crust
 1.3.15326On her exterior parts, now ʼgin to break.
 1.3.16327Trouble her not, my lord.
 328Duke
 Trouble her not, my lord.  [To Servants] Some stools. 
 1.3.16.1[Servants set stools.]
 Trouble her not, my lord. [To Servants] Some stools.   You called
 1.3.17329For music, did you not? [Music plays.] Oho, it speaks,
 1.3.18330It speaks! [To Servants] Watch, sirs, her waking: note those sands. – 
 1.3.19331Doctor, sit down.
 1.3.19.1[The Doctor and the Duke sit.]
 Doctor, sit down.  A dukedom that should weigh
 1.3.20332Mine own down twice, being put into one scale,
 1.3.21333And that fond desperate boy Hippolito
 1.3.22334Making the weight up, should not at my hands
 1.3.23335Buy her iʼthʼ tother, were her state more light
 1.3.24336Than hers who makes a dowry up with alms.
 1.3.25337Doctor, Iʼll starve her on the Apennine
 1.3.26338Ere he shall marry her. I must confess
 1.3.27339Hippolito is nobly born – a man,
 1.3.28340Did not mine enemiesʼ blood boil in his veins,
 1.3.29341Whom I would court to be my son-in-law;
 1.3.30342But princes, whose high spleens for empery swell,
 1.3.31343Are not with easy art made parallel.
 1.3.323442 Servants 
 She wakes, my lord.
 Duke
 She wakes, my lord.  Look, Doctor Benedict!
 1.3.33345[To Servants] I charge you on your lives, maintain for truth
 1.3.34346Whateʼer the doctor or myself aver,
 1.3.35347For you shall bear her hence to Bergamo.
 1.3.36348Infelice
 [Wakening] O God, what fearful dreams!
 349Doctor
 [Wakening] O God, what fearful dreams!  Lady!
 Infelice
 [Wakening] O God, what fearful dreams! Lady!  Ha!
 350Duke
 [Wakening] O God, what fearful dreams! Lady! Ha!  Girl!
 1.3.37351Why, Infelice, how isʼt now, ha? Speak.
 1.3.38352Infelice
 Iʼm well. – What makes this doctor here? – Iʼm well.
 1.3.39353Duke
 Thou wert not so even now. Sicknessʼ pale hand
 1.3.40354Laid hold on thee even in the midst of feasting,
 1.3.41355And when a cup crowned with thy loverʼs health
 1.3.42356Had touched thy lips, a sensible cold dew
 1.3.43357Stood on thy cheeks, as if that death had wept
 1.3.44358To see such beauty alter.
 359Infelice
 To see such beauty alter.  I remember
 1.3.45360I sat at banquet, but felt no such change.
 1.3.46361Duke
 Thou hast forgot, then, how a messenger
 1.3.47362Came wildly in, with this unsavoury news,
 1.3.48363That he was dead?
 364Infelice
 That he was dead?  What messenger? Whoʼs dead?
 1.3.49365Duke
 Hippolito. Alack, wring not thy hands.
 1.3.50366Infelice
 I saw no messenger, heard no such news.
 1.3.51367Doctor
 Trust me, you did, sweet lady.
 368Duke
 Trust me, you did, sweet lady.  La you now!
 1.3.522 Servants 
 Yes indeed, madam.
 369Duke
 Yes indeed, madam.  La you now.
 1.3.52.1[Aside to Servants]
 Yes indeed, madam. La you now.  ʼTis well, good knaves.
 1.3.53370Infelice
 You haʼ slain him, and now youʼll murder me.
 1.3.54371Duke
 Good Infelice, vex not thus thyself.
 1.3.55372Of this bad the report before did strike
 1.3.56373So coldly to thy heart that the swift currents
 1.3.57374Of life were all frozen up – 
 375Infelice
 Of life were all frozen up –   It is untrue.
 1.3.58376ʼTis most untrue, O most unnatural father!
 1.3.59377Duke
 And we had much to do by artʼs best cunning
 1.3.60378To fetch life back again.
 379Doctor
 To fetch life back again.  Most certain, lady.
 1.3.61380Duke
 Why, la you now, youʼll not believe me! [To Servants] Friends,
 1.3.62381Sweat we not all? Had we not much to do?
 1.3.633822 Servants
 Yes indeed, my lord, much.
 1.3.64383Duke
 Death drew such fearful pictures in thy face
 1.3.65384That, were Hippolito alive again,
 1.3.66385Iʼd kneel and woo the noble gentleman
 1.3.67386To be thy husband. Now I sore repent
 1.3.68387My sharpness to him and his family.
 1.3.69388Nay, do not weep for him; we all must die. – 
 1.3.70389Doctor, this place where she so oft hath seen
 1.3.71390His lively presence hurts her, does it not?
 1.3.72391Doctor
 Doubtless, my lord, it does.
 392Duke
 Doubtless, my lord, it does.  It does, it does.
 1.3.73393Therefore, sweet girl, thou shalt to Bergamo.
 1.3.74394Infelice
 Even where you will. In any place thereʼs woe.
 1.3.75395Duke
 A coach is ready. Bergamo doth stand
 1.3.76396In a most wholesome air: sweet walks; thereʼs deer.
 1.3.77397Ay, thou shalt hunt and send us venison,
 1.3.78398Which like some goddess in the Cyprian groves
 1.3.79399Thine own fair hand shall strike. – Sirs, you shall teach her
 1.3.80400To stand, and how to shoot; ay, she shall hunt. – 
 1.3.81401Cast off this sorrow. In, girl, and prepare
 1.3.82402This night to ride away to Bergamo.
 1.3.83403Infelice
 O most unhappy maid!
 1.3.83.1Exit.
 404Duke
 O most unhappy maid!  [To Servants] Follow her close.
 1.3.84405No words that she was buried, on your lives,
 1.3.85406Or that her ghost walks now after sheʼs dead;
 1.3.86407Iʼll hang you if you name a funeral.
 1.3.874081 Servant
 Iʼll speak Greek, my lord, ere I speak that 409deadly word.
 1.3.884102 Servant
 And Iʼll speak Welsh, which is harder than Greek.
 1.3.89411Duke
 Away, look to her.
 1.3.89.1Exeunt [Servants].
 Away, look to her.  Doctor Benedict,
 1.3.90412Did you observe how her complexion altered
 1.3.91413Upon his name and death? O, would ʼtwere true!
 1.3.92414Doctor
 It may, my lord.
 415Duke
 It may, my lord.  May? How? I wish his death.
 1.3.93416Doctor
 And you may have your wish. Say but the word,
 1.3.94417And ʼtis a strong spell to rip up his grave.
 1.3.95418I have good knowledge with Hippolito;
 1.3.96419He calls me friend. Iʼll creep into his bosom,
 1.3.97420And sting him there to death. Poison can doʼt.
 1.3.98421Duke
 Perform it; Iʼll create thee half mine heir.
 1.3.99422Doctor
 It shall be done, although the fact be foul.
 1.3.100423Duke
 Greatness hides sin. The guilt upon my soul!
 1.3.100.1Exeunt.
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