THE CARDINAL! 'Cause we express no scene, Think what you please; we call it but a Play: Yet I will tell you, ere you see it play'd, What the author, and he blusht too, when he said, Upon another's wounded fame,) this play Troth, I am out: he said no more. You, then, When 't's done, may say your pleasures, gentlemen. That must be obey'd; like some sad passenger, 2 Lord. She has a sweet and noble nature. 1 Lord. That 50 Commends Alvarez; Hymen cannot tie you 5 10 Duch. Ladies, I thank both; pray excuse a little melancholy That is behind; my year of mourning hath not So clear'd my account with sorrow, but there may Some dark thoughts stay, with sad reflections, to 15 20 A peace concluded 'twixt my grief and me, That may delight. You two are read in all Had sweetness to deserve me from the world, 35 Duch. Aside.] Alvarez! she's a spy upon my heart. Val. He's young and active, and compos'd most sweetly. Duch. I have seen a face more tempting. Val. It had then Too much of woman in 't: his eyes speak movingly, Which may excuse his voice, and lead away 40 All female pride his captive; his hair, black, Which, naturally falling into curls Duch. Prithee, no more; thou art in love with him. The man in your esteem, Celinda, now? Cel. Alvarez is, I must confess, a gentle Duch. Wait you, as I directed. When be comes, Acquaint me privately. Ant. 'Tis now arriv'd the court; we shall have war Duch. [Aside.] I find an army here of killing thoughts. Ant. The king has chosen Don Columbo general, Who is immediately to take his leave. Duch. [Aside.] What flood is let inte my heart! How far Is he to go? Ant. Duch. Be admitted to your conference ; you have Enlarg'd my spirits; they shall droop no mere. Cel. We are happy, if we may advance thought To your grace's pleasure. Val. Your eye before was in eclipse; these smiles Become you, madam. Duch. Aside.] I have not skill to conta myself. To tell him my free thoughts. Enter COLUMBO. Duch. My lord, while I'm in study to requite The favour you ha' done me, you increase My debt to such a sum, still by a new honouring Your servant, I despair of my own freedom. Colum. Madam, he kisseth your white hand. that must 106 Not surfeit in this happiness - and, ladies, Cel. He has been taught to kiss. 1 Q. Valeria, but cf. vv. 45-57, above. 2 Q. Fal. Duch. Pray give leave to examine a few thoughts; 3 Expect me in the garden. Ant. The Count d'Alvarez, madam. Behave my looks? The guilt of my neglect, Which had no seal from hence, will call up blood To write upon my cheeks the shame and story 180 In some red letter. Our mutual vows, thou canst suspect it possible Alv. A hard and desperate condition. 185 190 I am not ignorant your birth and greatness 3 Await. 195 If I then be happy To have a name within your thought, there can 229 235 Exit. Surfeit betray 'em ; for their soldier's.] Bred up with coarse and common bread, wi show Such appetites on the rich cates they find, They'll spare our swords a victory, when their Own Riot and luxury destroys 'em. Col. That Will show our patience too like a fear. While we have tameness to expect, the noise # Her. 'Tis considerable; we do not Exceed in foot or horse, our muster not 'Bove sixteen thousand both; and the infantry Raw, and not disciplin'd to act. Alph. Their hearts. » But with a brave thought of their country's honour, Will teach 'em how to fight, had they not seen A sword. But we decline 3 our own too mueb; The men are forward in their arms, and take The use with avarice of fame. I do suspect you are a coward. Her. Sir! I call'd you to a council, sir, of war ; Yet keep your place. Her. I have worn other names. Colum. Deserve 'em. Such Another were enough to unsoul an army. To mend their pace: thou hast no honour in thee, |