308308Gasparo the Duke, Doctor Benedicke, two seruants. 309309Duke Give charge that none do enter, locke the doores;
310310And fellowes, what your eyes and eares receave,
311311Vpon your lives tru
st not the gadding aire
312312To carry the lea
st part of it: the gla
sse, the houre-gla
sse.
314314Duke. Ah, tis meere
spent.
315315But Do
ctor
Benedick, does your Art
speake truth?
316316Art
sure the
soporiferous
streame will ebbe,
317317And leave the Chri
stall banks of her white body
318318(Pure as they were at
fir
st) iu
st at the houre?
319319Doctor Iu
st at the houre my Lord.
321321Softly
sweete Do
ctor: what a coldi
sh heate
322322Spreads over all her bodie.
324324The vitall
spirits that by a
sleepie charme
325325Were bound vp fa
st, and threw an icie ru
st 326326On her exterior parts, now gin to breake:
327327Trouble her not my Lord.
328328Duke Some
stooles, you calld
329329For mu
sicke, did you not? Oh ho, it
speakes,
330330It
speakes, watch
sirs her waking, note tho
se
sands,
331331Do
ctor
sit downe: A Dukedome that
should wey mine
332332Owne downe twice, being put into one
scale:
333333And that fond de
sperate boy
Hipolito,
334334Making the weight vp,
should not (at my hands)
335335Buy her i'th tother, were her
state more light
336336Than hers, who makes a dowrie vp with almes.
B 2 Doctor
The Honest Whore.
337337Do
ctor Ile
starve her on the Appenine
338338Ere he
shall marrie her: I mu
st confe
sse,
339339Hipolito is nobly borne, a man;
340340Did not mine enemies blood boile in his veines,
341341Whom I would court to be my
sonne in law?
342342But Princes who
se high
spleenes for empery
swell,
343343Are not with ea
sie arte made paralell.
3443442 Ser. She wakes my Lord.
Duke Looke Do
ctor
Benedick.
345345I charge you on your lives maintaine for truth,
346346What ere the Do
ctor or my
selfe averre
347347For you
shall beare hes hence to
Bergaine 348348Inf. Oh God, what fearefull dreames?
351351Why
Infaelisha, how i
st now, ha,
speake?
352352Inf. I'me well, what makes this Do
ctor heere? I'me well.
353353Duke Thou wert not
so even now,
sicknes pale hand
354354Laid hold on thee even in the dead
st of fea
sting,
355355And when a cap crownde with thy lovers health
356356Had toucht thy lips, a
sencible cold dew
357357Stood on thy cheekes, as if that death had wept
358358To
see
such beautie alterd.
360360I
sate at banquet, but felt no
such change.
361361Duke Thou ha
st forgot then how a me
ssenger
362362Came wildely in with this vn
savorie newes
364364Inf. What me
ssenger? whoes dead?
365365Duke Hipolito, alacke, wring not thy hands.
366366Inf. I
saw no me
ssenger, heard no
such newes,
367367Doctor Tru
st me you did
sweete Lady.
368368Duke La you now.
2 Servants Yes indeede Madam.
369369Duke La you now, tis well God knowes.
370370Inf. You ha
slaine him, and now you'le murder mee.
371371Duke Good
Infaelishae vexe not thus thy
selfe,
372372Of this the bad report before did
strike
373373So coldly to the heart, that the
swift currents
374374Of life were all
frozen vp.
It
The Honest Whore.
376376Tis mo
st vntrue, O mo
st vnnaturall father!
377377Duke And we had much to do by Arts be
st cunning,
378378To fetch life backe againe.
379379Doctor Mo
st certaine Lady.
380380Duke Why la you now, you'le not beleeve mee,
friends,
381381Sweate we not all; had we not much to do?
3823822 Ser. Yes indeede my Lord, much.
383383Duke Death drew
such fearefull pi
ctures in thy face,
384384That were
Hipolito alive agen,
385385Ile kneele and woo the noble gentleman
386386To be thy husband: now I fore repent
387387My
sharpenes to him, and his family;
388388Nay, do not weepe for him, we all mu
st die:
389389Do
ctor, this place where
she
so oft hath
seene
390390His lively pre
sence, haunts her, does it not?
391391Doctor Doubtle
sse my Lord it does.
393393Therefore
sweete girle thou
shalt to
Bergamo.
394394Inf. Even where you will, in any place theres woe.
395395Duke A Coach is ready,
Bergamo doth
stand
396396In a mo
st whole
some aire,
sweete walkes, theres diere,
397397I, thou
shalt hunt and
send vs veni
son.
398398Which like
some gods in the
Coprian groves,
399399Thine owne faire hand
shall
strike;
sirs, you
shall teach her
400400To
stand, and how to
shoote, I,
she
shall hunt:
401401Ca
st o
ff this
sorrow. In girle, and prepare
402402This night to ride away to
Bergamo.
403403Inf. O mo
st vnhappie maid.
Exit. 405405No words that
she was buried on your lives,
406406Or that her gho
st walkes now after
shees dead;
407407Ile hang you if you name a funerall.
4084081 Ser. Ile
speake Greeke my Lord, ere I
speake that dead
- 4104102 Ser. And Ile
speake Welch, which is harder then Greek.
( Exeunt. 411411Duke Away, looke to her; Do
ctor
Benedick,
412412Did you ob
serve how her complexion altered
B 3 Vpon
The Honest Whore.
413413Vpon his name and death, O would t'were true.
415415Duke May? how? I wi
sh his death.
416416Doctor And you may have your wi
sh:
say but the word,
417417And tis a
strong Spell to rip vp his grave:
418418I have good knowledge with
Hipolito;
419419He calls me
friend, Ile creepe into his bo
some,
420420And
sting him there to death; poi
son can doo't.
421421Duke Performe it; Ile create thee halfe mine heire.
422422Doctor It
shall be done, although the fa
ct be fowle.
423423Duke Greatnes hides
sin, the guilt vpon my
soule.
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