Chapter 14

Rest confident I'le study my dark ends,

And not your pleasures.

Asc.

Noble Lady, hear me,

Not as my Fathers son, but as your servant,

Vouchsafe to hear me, for such in my duty,

I ever will appear: and far be it from

My poor ambition, ever to look on you,

But with that reverence, which a slave stands bound

To pay a worthy Mistris: I have heard

That Dames of highest place, nay Queens themselves

Disdain not to be serv'd by such as are

Of meanest Birth: and I shall be most happie,

To be emploi'd when you please to command me

Even in the coursest office, as your Page,

I can wait on your trencher, fill your wine,

Carry your pantofles, and be sometimes bless'd

In all humilitie to touch your feet:

Or if that you esteem that too much grace,

I can run by your Coach: observe your looks,

And hope to gain a fortune by my service,

With your good favour, which now, as a Son,

I dare not challenge.

Vio.

As a Son?

Asc.

Forgive me,

I will forget the name, let it be death

For me to call you Mother.

Vio.

Still upbraided?

Hen. No way left to appease you?

Vio.

None: now hear me:

Hear what I vow before the face of Heaven,

And if I break it, all plagues in this life,

And those that after death are fear'd fall, on me,

While that this Bastard staies under my roof,

Look for no peace at home, for I renounce

All Offices of a wife.

Hen.

What am I faln to?

Vio.

I will not eat, nor sleep with you, and those hours,

Which I should spend in prayers for your health,

Shall be emploi'd in Curses.

Hen.

Terrible.

Vio.

All the day long, I'le be as tedious to you

As lingring fevers, and I'le watch the nights,

To ring aloud your shame, and break your sleeps.

Or if you do but slumber, I'le appear

In the shape of all my wrongs, and like a fury

Fright you to madness, and if all this fail

To work out my revenge, I have friends and kinsmen,

That will not sit down tame with the disgrace

That's offer'd to our noble familie

In what I suffer.

Hen.

How am I divided

Between the duties I owe as a Husband,

And pietie of a Parent?

Asc.

I am taught Sir

By the instinct of nature that obedience

Which bids me to prefer your peace of mind,

Before those pleasures that are dearest to me,

Be wholly hers (my Lord) I quit all parts,

That I may challenge: may you grow old together,

And no distaste e're find you, and before

The Characters of age are printed on you

May you see many Images of your selves,

Though I, like some false glass, that's never look'd in,

Am cast aside, and broken; from this hour

(Unless invited, which I dare not hope for)

I never will set my forbidden feet

Over your threshold: only give me leave

Though cast off to the world to mention you

In my devotions, 'tis all I sue for

And so I take my last leave.

Hen.

Though I am

Devoted to a wife, nay almost sold

A slave to serve her pleasures, yet I cannot

So part with all humanity, but I must

Shew something of a Father: thou shalt not goe

Unfurnish'd and unfriended too: take that

To guard thee from necessities; may thy goodness

Meet many favours, and thine innocence

Deserve to be the heir of greater fortunes,

Than thou wer't born to. Scorn me notViolante,

This banishment is a kind of civil death,

And now, as it were at his funeral

To shed a tear or two, is not unmanly,

And so farewel for ever: one word more,

Though I must never see thee (myAscanio)

When this is spent (for so the Judge decreed)

Send to me for supply: are you pleas'd now?

Vio.

Yes: I have cause: to see you howl and blubber

At the parting of my torment, and your shame.

'Tis well: proceed: supply his wants: doe doe:

Let the great dower I brought serve to maintain

Your Bastards riots: send my Clothes and Jewels,

To your old acquaintance, your dear dame his Mother.

Now you begin to melt, I know 'twill follow.

Hen.

Is all I doe misconstru'd?

Viol.

I will take

A course to right my self, a speeding one:

By the bless'd Saints, I will; if I prove cruel,

The shame to see thy foolish pity, taught me

To lose my natural softness, keep off from me,

Thy flatteries are infectious, and I'le flee thee

As I would doe a Leper.

Hen.

Let not fury

Transport you so: you know I am your Creature,

All love, but to your self, with him, hath left me.

I'le joyn with you in any thing.

Viol.

In vain,

I'le take mine own waies, and will have no partners.

Hen.

I will not cross you.

Viol.

Do not, they shall find

That to a Woman of her hopes beguil'd

A Viper trod on, or an Aspick's mild.

[Exeunt.

SCENA II.

EnterLopez, Milanes, Arsenio.

Lop.

Sits the game there? I have you by mine order,

I loveLeandrofor't.

Mil.

But you must shew it

In lending him your help, to gain him means

And opportunity.

Lop.

He shall want nothing,

I know my Advocate to a hair, and what

Will fetch him from his Prayers, if he use any,

I am honyed with the project: I would have him horn'd

For a most precious Beast.

Ars.

But you lose time.

Lop.

I am gone, instruct youDiego, you will find him

A sharp and subtle Knave, give him but hints

And he will amplifie. See all things ready,

I'le fetch him with a vengeance—

[Exit.

Ars.

If he fail now,

We'll give him over too.

Mil.

Tush, he is flesh'd.

And knows what vein to strike for his own credit.

Ars.

All things are ready.

Mil.

Then we shall have a merry Scene, ne're fear it.

[Exeunt.

SCENA III.

EnterAmaranta,with a note, andMoor.

Amar.

Is thy Master gone out?

Moor.

Even now, the Curate fetch'd him,

About a serious business as it seem'd,

For he snatch'd up his Cloak, and brush'd his Hat straight,

Set his Band handsomely, and out he gallop'd.

Amar.

'Tis well, 'tis very well, he went out,Egla,

As luckily, as one would say, go Husband,

He was call'd by providence: fling this short Paper

IntoLeandro'sCell, and waken him,

He is monstrous vexed, and musty, at my Chess-play;

But this shall supple him, when he has read it:

Take your own Recreation for two hours,

And hinder nothing.

Moor.

If I do, I'll hang for't.

[Exeunt.

SCENA IV.

EnterOctavio, Jacintha.

Octa.

If that you lov'dAscaniofor himself,

And not your private ends, you rather should

Bless the fair opportunity, that restores him

To his Birth-right, and the Honours he was born to,

Than grieve at his good Fortune.

Jac.

Grieve,Octavio?

I would resign my Essence, that he were

As happy as my love could fashion him,

Though every blessing that should fall on him,


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