Where thou maist sell your holy portion Past resurrection to his native use ! Now, if there be a hell, and such swine sav'd, ¶ Enter PIPPO. Pip. My Simplicias maister. Lam. Has sent to me to come. Pip. Ha! ha! has bought me a fine dagger, and a hatte and a feather! I can say, As in presenti, now ! Company of Boyes within. Quadratus, Quadratus, away! away! Lam. We come, sweet gallants; and grumbling hate lye stil, And turne phantastique. He that climbes a hill Must wheele about; the ladder to account Is slie dissemblance: he that meanes to mount Must lye all levell in the prospective Of eager-sighted greatnesse; thou wouldst thrive. The Venice State is young, loose, and unknit, Can rellish naught but lushious vanities. Goe, fit his tooth. O glavering flatterie ! How potent art thou! Front looke briske and sleeke, All within. Quadratus! Qua. I come, hotte blouds. Those that their state would swell, Must beare a counter-face. The divill and hell ACTUS TERTIUS. Fra SCENA PRIMA. Enter FRANCISCO, halfe drest, in his black doublet and round cap, the rest riche; IACOMO bearing his hatte and feather; ADREAN his doublet and band; RANDOLFO his cloake and staffe. They cloath FRANCISCO whilst BYDETT creepes in and observes them. of this done whilst the Acte is playing. Much OR God sake, remember to take speciall markes of me, or you will nere be able to know me. Adr. Why, man? Fra. Why, good faith, I scarce know my selfe: already me thinks I should remember to forget my selfe; now I am so shining brave. Indeed Francisco was alwayes a sweete youth, for I am a perfumer, but thus brave. I am an alien to it. Would you make mee like the drownd Albano? Must I bear 't mainly up? Must I bee hee? Ran. What els, man? O, what else? Iaco. I warrant you, give him but faire riche cloathes, Hee can bee tane, reputed any thing. Apparail's growne a god, and goes more neate; Stand aw'd and bare-skalp't at the glosse of silkes, Well my beard, my feather, short sword, and my oth, A raine beate plume, and a good chop-filling oth, With an odde French shrugge, and by the Lord, or so, As you would feart not. How sits my hat? Ha! Ile gage my heart Пle do 't. Iaco. Me thinkes now, in the common sence of fashion, Thou shouldst grow proud, and like a fore-horse view, None but before-hand gallants; as for sides, And those that ranke in equall file with thee, But as to those in rere-ward, O be blind! [French? Fra. Where is the strumpet? Where's the hot-vain'd Lives not Albano? Hath Celia so forgot Albano's love, that she must forth-with wed A runne-about, a skipping French-man ? Iaco. Now you must grow in heate and stut. Fra. An odde phantasma―a beggar-a Sir-a who, who, who-What You Will-a straggling go go go gunds -f, f, f, f, fut · Adr. Passing like him-passing like him. O'twill strike all dead! Pan. I am ravished! "Twill be peerles exquisite ! Let him go out instantly! Iaco. O, not till twy-light; meane time Пle prop up The tottering rumor of Albanos skape, And safe arrivall; it begins to spread. If this plot live, Frenchman, thy hopes are dead. [Exeunt. Byd. And if it live, strike of this little head. ¶ Enter ALBANO, with SIIP, his page. [Exit. Alb. Can it be? Ist possible? Ist within the bounds of faith? O vilany! Slip. The clapper of rumor strikes on both sides, ringing out, the French knight is in firme possession of my misteris, your wife. Alb. Ist possible I should be dead so soone In her affectes? How long ist since our shipprack? Slip. Faith, I have little arithmatique in me, yet I remember the storme made mee cast up perfectly the whole sum of all I had receiv'd; three dates before I was liquord soundly; my guts were rinc'd for the heavens. I looke as pale ever since, as if I had tane the diet this spring. Alb. But how long ist since our ship-wrack? Slip. Mary, since wee were hung by the heeles on the batch of Cycily, to make a jayle delivery of the sea in our mawes, tis just three monthes. Shall I speake like a poet?-thrice hath the horned mone Alb. Talke not of hornes. O, Celia! How oft, When thou hast lay'd thy cheeke uppon my breast, And with lacivious petulancy sew'd For hymeneall dalliance, marriage rightes ; |