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The duke himself shall call thee his, and and there assemble the Duke, Amidea, single
Lorenzo, Sciarrha, Florio, &c. From the fair troop thy person forth, to ex- Duke. Sciarrha, you exceed in entertainchange
ment; Embraces with, lay siege to these soft lips, Banquet our eyes too? And not remove, till he hath suck'd thy Lor. He will feast all senses. heart,
Sci. Only a toy, my lord ; I cannot call't Which soon dissolv'd with thy sweet breath, A masque, not worthy of this presence, yet shall be
It speaks the freedom of my heart, and gra." Made part of his, at the same instant he
titude Conveying a new soul into thy breast
For this great honour. With a creating kiss
Duke. Amidea must Amidea's first answer to " what is Sit near us. your resolve ?" is simply beautiful. Sci. Lords, your places ; 'twill not be Ami. To have my name
Worth half this ceremony.--Let them begin. Stand in the ivory register of virgins
Sciarrha is right in saying that the When I am dead. Before one factious entertainment which follows can scarcethought
ly be called a masque, for it is rather Should lurk within me to betray my fame an imitation of the old moralities. To such a blot, my hands shall mutiny,
The characters are Lust, Youth, Plea. And boldly with a poinard teach my heart
sure, Death, and Furies. The whole To weep out a repentance.
representation is intended to shadow In the meanwhile, it appears that forth the wickedness of the Duke, and Amidea had been tenderly beloved by the fate that awaits him. Sciarrha sits Pisano, who had transferred his affec- by him, explains the spectacle, and tions to Oriana. His friend Cosmo watches his unsuspecting victim. Afloves Oriana, but shews the depth and' ter the song of Lust, which contains sincerity of his friendship, by giving some strong lines, the Duke asks, up all claim on her to his rival. We
Ve Duke. What's he? discover, from the first scene of the
Sci. A wild young man that follows Lust; play, that the Traitor Lorenzo, afraid He has too much blood, it seems. lest Cosmo might become dangerous Duke. Why looks he back? in the state, if possessed of Oriana's Sci. There is a thing callid Death, that wealth, had worked upon Pisano to
follows him ; forget his first love, and lay siege to
With a large train of Furies ; but the Syrens
Of Lust make him secure, and now the hag the mistress of his friend. He also
Embraces him, and circles him with pleahopes that tragical effects to both par
sures; ties may result from this inconstancy. The harpies mean to dance too. Both ladies therefore, Amidea and If this scene is to be retained in the Oriana, are deserted by those they love, representation, and we presume it will, This, we think, is rather a clumsy, fine music may render it very impresand not very probable, contrivance, but sive. The character of the Duke, and without doubt, it produces, through the situation of peril in which his out the play, several interesting situa- own wickedness has placed him, make tions, and much pathos. Amidea's be the mind willing haviour, when informed by Pisano pressions, and to gaze on wild emthat she no longer possesses his affec- blems of retribution. We are not well tions, is touching and dignified ; and acquainted with the liberties allowed there is still greater beauty in the in fitting old plays for the stage, but scene between Cosmo and Oriana, assuredly a man of genius may renwhen he intreats her, with indiffer- der this scene a very striking-even ence ill assumed and not long preserve terrible one. ed, to transfer her love to Pisano. At the close of the masque, SciarThis scene would act well, being full
rha brings the Duke to Amidea. This of affection and earnestness, and the lofty-minded pure-souled lady has relanguage being singularly musical and
solved to save the Duke's life, by conbeautiful. Oriana submits to her fate. verting him from his wicked purpose “ I've heard too much; do with me what against her virtue. Sciarrha and Floyou please,
rio remain concealed to watch the is. I am all passive-nothing of myself, sue of her conversation with the amoBut an obedience to unhappiness."
rous Duke. The whole scene is exIn the third act, preparations for a cellent. The Duke exclaims to Amimasque are made in Sciarrha's house, dea
. Duke. That question is propounded time. Sci. We will not shift the Scene till you ly : hadst thou
believe it. Not interrupted me, I should have lost Florio, entreat my lord Lorenzo hither.Myself upon thy lips, and quite forgot
[Exit Florio. There is a bliss beyond it, which I came for. Step but behind the arras, and your ear Let others satisfy themselves to read
Shall tell you who's the greatest traitor living. The wonders in thy face, make proud their Observe but when I tell him you are slain,
How he'll rejoice, and call me Florence' great By seeing thine, turn statues at thy voice, Preserver, bless my arm, that in your blood And think they never fig enough to hear thee. Hath given our groaning state a liberty; A man half dead with famine would wish Then trust Sciarrha. here
Lorenzo is accordingly called in, but To feed on smiles, of which the least hath having overheard the last words of Scipower
arrha, his wary nature is on its guard, To call an anchorite from his prayers, tempt and instead of rejoicing with search?
saints To wish their bodies on. Thou dost with ease
over the Duke's death, and acknowledge
ON Captivate kings with every beam, and maysting hi
ing himself an accessory to the murder, Lead them like prisoners round about the he assumes the looks and words of the world,
deepest horror and reprobation, SciProud of such golden chains; this were arrha, incensed with his hypocrisy, enough,
draws upon him, but the Duke interHad not my fate provided more, to make me feres. Believe myself immortal in thy touches. i Duke. Put up, I say. Come to thy bed, transform me there to hap- Sci. My lord, we are both cozened : piness;
That very smile's a traitor. I'II laugh at all the fables of the gods,
Duke. Come, be calm : And teach our poets, after I know thee,
You are too passionate Sciarrha, and To write the true Elysium.
Mistook Lorenzo. Amidea, shortly after this, says to a Lor. But I hold him noble ; question of the Duke,
I see he made this trial of my faith, Axi. To tell you that you are not virtuous.
And I forgive him. Dake. I'm of your mind.
The scene closes tumultuously—the Ami. But I am not so wicked
city having been agitated with the reTo be of yours : oh, think but who you are, port of the Duke's death, and the difYour title speaks you nearest heaven, and ferent factions ripe for action. The points
fourth act opens with a soliloquy of You out a glorious reign among the angels; Lorenzo, who finds himself baffled in Do not depose yourself of one, and be
all his ambitious schemes. Of the other disinherited.
Lor. My plots thrive not; my engines Finding that Amidea, who has al- all deceive me, ready wounded herself in the arm, is And in the very point of their discharge resolved to stab herself to the heart Recoil with danger to myself : are there with a poinard, rather than surrender
nder No faithful villains left in nature ? all her honour,-the Duke relents and
Turn'd honest? man nor spirit aid Lorenzo, desists from his iniquity.
Who hath not patience to expect his fate,
But must compel it. How Sciarrha play'd Dake. Contain ; I am sorry, sorry from The dog-bolt with me! and had not I promy soul,
vided Trust me, I do bleed inward, Amidea, In wisdom for him, that distress had ruin'd me. Can answer all thy drops : oh, pardon me, His frozen sister, Amidea, too, Thou faint'st already, dost not? I am fearful. Hath half converted him ; but I must set The phanix, with her wings, when she is New wheels in motion, to make him yet dying,
More hateful, and then cut him from his stalk, Can fan her ashes into another life; Ripe for my vengeance. I'll not trust the But when thy breath, more sweet than all rabble; the spice
Confusion on ['em !)-the giddy multitude, That helps the other's funeral, returns That, but two minutes ere the Duke came To heaven, the world must be eternal loser.
at them, Look to thy wound.
Bellow'd out Liberty, shook the city with Sciarrha comes from his conceal Their throats, no sooner saw him, but they ment, and, struck with the remorse
melted and penitence of the Duke, confesses
With the hot apprehension of a gallows :
And when a pardon was proclaim'd (a fine to him the plan of murder concerted
State-snaffle for such mules), they turn'd between himself and Lorenzo. The
their cry Duke being still incredulous of his fa- To acclamations, and deaf'd heaven to beg Fourite's guilt, Sciarrha says,
His long and prosperous reign. A sudden rot Consume this base herd! an the devil want Than blood or nature gave me: I'm renew'd. Any cattle for his own teeth, these are for him. I feel my natural warmth return. When,
where, He is interrupted by Sciarrha, who
Is this to be expected ? I grow old, comes to demand reparation for the in
11. While our embraces are deferr'd. sult given to him by his hypocrisy.
Lor. I go Lorenzo, with consummate art, repels To hasten your delight ; prepare your blood the charge, confesses that he had re. For amorous game: Sciarrha's fate is cast pented of his former guilt, and on of- Firmer than destiny. fered violence from Sciarrha, calls in Duke. Thou art ms prophet, his armed attendants. When Sciarrha I'll raise thee up an altar.“
Lor. Trust these brains. expects the worst, Lorenzo, with seem
Pisano now leads Oriana to the aling magnanimity, dismisses his friends, and offers Sciarrha his pardon. The tar, and on their way thither, the bride, hot-blooded and impetuous young man
catches a glance of her lover Cosmo at
a balcony, and faints away. is von over by this consummate hy
Pis. Will heaven divorce us ere the priest pocrite, and henceforth vows to be his
have made friend. The scene is throughout ade ou
Our marriage perfect ? we in vain hereafter mirably managed-and, in the altera- Shall hear him teach, that our religion binds tions of feeling in Sciarrha, and the To have the church's ceremony. She returns. insidious eloquence of Lorenzo, is dis Ori. Why were you so unkind to call me played a clear and profound insight from into human nature. This, too, is a pleasingslumber? Death has a fine dwelling. scene that would be most effective in Something spake to me from that window.
Amidea rushes in, and beseeches Pirepresentation. While Lorenzo and Sciarrha are to
sano to return with Oriana, as her gether, Petruchio, Pisano's servant, brother is lying in wait for him, to rebrings intelligence that his master is venge her dishonour. Pisano turns a next day to Fbe married to Oriana. deaf ear to these intreaties. What fol., Sciarrha, from whom his sister had lows is exquisite. concealed Pisano's faithlessness, is in
Ami. I have done ; pray be not angry, Hamed to madness.
That still I wish you well: may heaven divert
All harms that threaten you; full blessings Sci. Teach fools and children patience.
crown May dogs eat up Sciarrha : let me live
Your marriage! I hope there is no sin in this; The prodigy of sorrow; die a death
Indeed I cannot choose but pray for you. That may draw tears from Scythians, if Pi. This might have been my wedding-daysano
Ori. Good heaven, Lead o'er his threshold any soon-won dame, I would it were ! my heart can tell, I take To be my sister's shame! I am calm now. No joy in being his bride, none in your One (thus) false, heaven, why should thy
prayers ; altars save?
You shall have my consent to have him still : "Tis just that Hymen light him to his grave. I will resign my place, and wait on you,
Exit. If you will marry him. Lor. A thousand Furies swell his rage ! Ami. Pray do not mock me, although
But if you do, I can forgive you too. Pisano bleed, this is the safest killing; Ori. Dear Amidea, do not think I mock Wise men secure their fates, and execute Your sorrow; by these tears, that are not Invisibly, like that most subtle flame
worn That burns the heart, yet leaves no part or By every virgin on her wedding-day, touch
I am compelled to give away myself : Upon the skin to follow or suspect it.
Your hearts were promis'd, but he ne'er had Farewell, dull, passionate fool! how this
mine. doth feed me!
Am not I wretched too ? Kill, and be lost thyself ; or, if his sword
Ami. Alas, poor maid ! Conclude thy life, both ways I am reveng'd. We two keep sorrow alive then ; but I pri
Having thus got Sciarrha into a thee, quarrel which he hopes will prove fa. When thou art married, love him, prithee tal, Lorenzo again revives the passion
love him, of the Duke for Amidea, and promises
For he esteems thee well ; and once a day
Give him a kiss for me ; but do not tell him, once more to get her into his power.
'Twas my desire : perhaps 'twill fetch a sigh The Duke's penitence had been but
From him, and I had rather break my heart. transitory, and he says,
But one word more, and heaven be with you Duke. Do this;
all. And I'll repent the folly of my penitence, Since you have led the way, I hope, my lord, And take thee to my soul, a nearer pledge, That I am free to marry too ?
Pis. Thou art.
When I am dead? Was't not so ! oh my Ami. Let me beseech you then, to be so
soul ? kind,
I feel it weep within me, and the tears After your own solemnities are done, Soften ny flesh : Lorenzo, I repent To grace my wedding; I shall be married My fury. shortly.
Lor. I advis'd you the best way Pis. To whom?
My wisdom could direct. Anzi. To one whom you have all heard Sci. I thank you for't, talk of,
You have awak d my reason, I am asham'd Your fathers knew him well; one, who will I was no sooner sensible ; does the duke never
Affect my sister still, say you ? Gisecause I should suspect him to forsake me; Lor. Most passionately. À constant lover, one whose lips, tho' cold, Sci. She shall obey him then, upon my Distil chaste kisses : though our bridal bed
life; Be sot adorn'd with roses, 'twill be green; That's it, my life. I know she loves me We shall have virgin laurel, cypress, yew,
dearly. To make us garlands ; tho' no pine do burn, I shall have much ado to win her to't, Our nuptials shall have torches, and our But she shall come ; I'll send her. chamber
Lor. Perform this. Shall be cut out of marble, where we'll sleep, Sci. I will not only send her, but prepar'd Free from all care for ever: Death, my lord, Not to be disobedient to his highness; I hope, shall be my husband. Now, farewell; He shall command her any thing. Although no kiss, accept my parting tear, Lor. Do this And give me leave to wear my willow here. And be for ever happy. When these have
Sciarrha now comes up, and after a Only for form but waited on you home, short parley, stabs Pisano. Lorenzo This disengages them. having dogged his steps with an arm
Sci. My humblest service ed retinue, takes him prisoner, and
To the duke I pray, and tell him, Amidea
This night shall be at his dispose, by this. makes a shew of offering him protec
Lor. I'm confident ; farewell ! --Attend tion. Sciarrha says,
Sciarrha. Sci. You shall not lose the smallest beam
The last act opens with a very fine of favour,
scene between Sciarrha and Amidea, To buy a man so desperate. I never Thought death the monster that weak men
that would not have disgraced Shakhave fancied,
speare himself; and which, indeed, at As foil to make us more in love with life, once reminds us of that between ClauThe devil's picture may affright poor souls dio and Isabella in Measure for MeaInto their bodies' paleness, but the substance sure. Amidea, plunged in profound To resolute man's a shadow; and cold sweat sorrow for the death of the faithless Dare not approach his forehead. I am armed Pisano, and shuddering at the prosTo die, and give example of that fortitude
pect of her brother's execution, wishes Shall shame the law's severity: my sister May now give back Pisano his false vows,
she might be accepted as a sacrifice to To line his coffin ; one tear shed on me is
avert his punishment. Enough, the justice I have done shall make
Ami. Nothing can be too precious My memory belov'd.
To save a brother, such a loving brother Lorenzo now suggests to Sciarrha,
As you have been. that he may yet save his life by put
Sci. Death's a devouring gamester,
And sweeps up all : what thinkst thou of ting Amidea once more in the power
an eye? . of the Duke. This proposal he fierce- Couldst thou spare one, and think the blemly spurns at.
ish recompens'd, Lor. I have done,
To see me safe with t'other? Or a hand ? And praise your heathen resolution
This white hand, [Amidea,] that hath so Of death ; go practise immortality,
often, And tell us, when you can get leave to visit With admiration, trembled on the lute, This world again, what fine things you enjoy. Till we have pray'd thee leave the strings In hell, for thither these rash passions drive awhile, thee :
And laid our ears close to thy ivory fingers, And ere thy body hath three days inhabited Suspecting all the harmony proceeded A melancholy chamber in the earth, From their own motion, without the need Hung round about with skulls and dead Of any dull or passive instrument. men's bones,
No, Amidea, thou shalt not bear one scar Ere Amidea hath told all her tears
To buy my life; the sickle shall not touch Upon thy marble, or the epitaph
A flower that grows so fair upon his stalk; Bely thy soul, by saying it is fled
Thy t'other hand will miss a white comTo heaven, this sister shall be rayished,
panion, Mangre thy dust and heraldry.
And wither on thy arm : what then can I Sci. Ha ! ravish'd
Expect from thee to save me? I would live,
And owe my life to thee, so 'twere not bought The glory of one fair and virtuous action Too dear.
Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb, Ami. Do you believe I should not find Or silkin banners over us. The way to heaven ? were both mine eyes Sci. So valiant! thy ransom,
I will not interpose another syllable I shall climb up those high and rugged cliffs To entreat your pity ; say your prayers, and Without a hand.
then Sci. One way there is, if thou
Thou’rt ripe to be translated from the earth, Dost love (me with that tenderness.
To make a cherubin. Ami. Pronounce it,
Ami. What means my brother? " And let no danger that attends, incline you Sci. To kill you. To make a pause.
Ami. Do not fright me, good Sciarrha. Sci., Theduke, thou knowst, didst love thee. Sci. And I allow three minutes for deAmi. Ha!
votion. Sci. Nay, do not start already, nor mis Ami. Will you murder me? take me;
Sci. Do you tremble ? I do not as before, make trial of thee,
Ami. Not at the terror of your sword, Whether thou canst, laying aside thy honour, But at the horror will affright thy soul, Meet his lascivious arms; but, by this virtue, For this black deed. I see Pisano's blood I must beseech thee to forego it all,
Is texted in thy forehead, and thy hands And turn a sinful woman.
Retain too many crimson spots already ; Ami. Bless me!
Make not thyself, by murthering of thy sister, Sci. I know the kingdoms of the world All a red letter. contain not
Sci. You shall be the martyr. Riches enough to tempt thee to a fall
Ami. Yet stay ; is there no remedy but That will so much undo thee; but I am
death, Thy brother, dying brother ; if thou lov'st And from your hand ? then keep your word, Him, therefore, that for thee hath done so
and let me much ;
Use one short prayer.
[Kneels. Died his pale hands in blood, to revenge thee, Sci. I shall relent.
[Aside. And in that murder wounded his own soul Ami. Forgive me, Heaven, and witness Almost to death, consent to lose thy innocence;
I have still I know it makes thee grieve, but I shall live My virgin thoughts ; 'tis not to save my life, To love thee better for it : we'll repent But his eternal one.Together for our sins, and pray and weep Sciarrha, give me leave to veil my face. Till heaven hath pardon'd all.
(Rises. Ami. Oh, never, never.
I dare not look upon you, and pronounce Sci. Do but repeat thy words, to save my I am too much a sister; live ; hereafter, life,
I know, you will condemn my frailty for it. And that will teach compassion, my life; I will obey the duke. Our shame, the stain of all our family, Sci. Darest thou consent ? [Stabs her. Which will succeed in my ignoble death, Thou washest off.
When Florio breaks open the door Ami. But stain myself for ever.
and enters, Amidea, like Desdemona, Sci. Where? In thy face, who shall be strives to avert the suspicion of guilt hold one blemish,
from the murderer. Or one spot more in thy whole frame ? thy beauty
Ami. I drew the weapon to it : Will be the very same, thy speech, thy person Heaven knows my brother lov'd me: now, Wear no deformity.
I hope, Ami. Oh, do not speak
The duke will not pursue me with new flames. So like a rebel to all modesty,
Sciarrha, tell the rest : love one another To all religion ; if these arguments
The time you live together; I'll pray for you Spring from your jealousy that I am fallen, In heaven : farewell ! kiss me when I am After a proof you did so late applaud
dead, Sci. I had not kill'd Pisano then ; that I You else will stay my journey. (Dies. am now
Sci. Didst not hear More spotted than the marble: then my head An angel call her ? Florio, I have much Did owe no forfeiture to law,
To tell thcc : take her up; stay, I will talk It does ache now; then I but tried thy virtue, A little more with her ; she is not dead, Now my condition calls for mercy to thee, Let her alone ;--nay then, she's gone indeed. Though to thyself thou appear cruel fort: But hereabouts her soul must hover still, Come, we may live both, if you please. Let's speak to that : fair spirit Ami. I must never breath at such a rate. Flo. You talk idly. Who has
Sci. Do you talk wisely then. An ex. Made you afraid to die? I pity you,
cellent pattern, And wish myself in any noble cause As she now stands, for her own alabaster; Your leader. When our souls shall leave Or may she not be kept from putrefaction, this dwelling,
And be the very figure on her tomb ?