Actus Primi . Scena Prima . Enter Volterre , Orseollo . Volterre . REmember where you are , Ors. That ever man Should be so dull of soule to love a woman . Vol. What in the name of fury hath made you An enemy to that sexe , upon what Lady False beyond Cressida , didst thou loose thy patience ? Finde it againe for shame , thou wert not borne A woman hater . Ors. No , I thanke heaven My mother 's dead , and all my sisters , I Had a contention in my nature , when They were alive , but tye of blood prevail'd Against my disposition , I confesse I never wish'd them dead . Vol. How hadst thou beene Alive , but for thy mother ? Ors, That 's one reason Should make our love the lesse to e'm , they doe But bring 's acquainted with the world , which at Our birth we are afraid of , and grow old But to repent we are not embrois still , Or things lost in conception . Vol. We may As well condemne our fathers , and declaime 'Gainst them for our begetting , come Orseollo , Desist to be a Satire , I hope you wod not The Dutchesse should heare this ; collect your selfe You are i th presence , put on a smooth face And speake Court language , let me counsell you To softnesse ; what a Courtier and so rugged ? Princes they say have many cares , and t is not lesse then treason , in a womans court To be so violent against e'm , these Hangings may evesdrop us . Ors. Let em , let em , May be 't would move the Dutchesse to exempt me From my attendance ; and she knew my minde She would allow me a writ of ease , least I Infect her Court with railing gainst her sexe : I 'de rather heare a mandrake , then let in The noise of women ; heaven that I might never Converse with any . Volt. Thou wilt never marry . Ors. Marry ? I le first engender with a Viper , Were there but one woman alive , and but By knowing her , no hope to stocke the world Agen , I de geld my selfe . Volt. Pitty thou shouldst Marry , to get a sonne that should b� like thee ; Take heed least women for this bitternesse Make thee not first an Eunuch , but we ha lost Our first discourse , thy passion like a storme Hath quite transported us , from the Duke Foscari , That hath now left us , let 's A cold sute with the Dutchesse . Ors. If I stay I shall talke treason , a cold sute ? for ever Ice dwell within their marrowes can affect em , He was too worthy on her . Vol, He deserved , I know not what to thinke out , t is the third Prince , that our duties have commended , In hope to be made happy with her issue : Nay , nay , have truce a little with thy spleene , And le ts talke wisely , we shall be observed ; I wonder . Ors. So doe I . Vol. At what ? Ors. At nothing , At a woman , how t is possible a man Should court and love em so , but now I thinke one , I doe not wonder . Vol. How is this ? Ors. They are All Circes , and do steale away our soules ; They juggle us into shapes and puppets lovers . Vol. They ha not juggled you me thinkes . Enter Contarini , Signiour Contarini . Con. Volterre and Orseollo , morrow to ye , You heare the newes . Foscari is departed . Vol. In a mist , is he not ? here 's but we three , The Dutchesse is a strange woman . Or. Contarini hast any other faith , Are they not all so Volterre ? Thou hast beene a travailer , and converst with the Antipodes , almost put a girdle about the world , taken dimensions Of every nature , tasted all aires , and canst Distinguish em to an atome , tell me Signiour And be not partiall to the Sex , didst ever Vpon thy honour meete with such a creature , We here call vertuous woman , are not all The stocke of em inconstant ? Vol. Nay let 's ha No mor� inv�ctives Signiour Orseollo Traduce not all for some , it must be granted . Con. They are an excellent creation , though Some few decline from vertue , I 've a wife , I 'm but new married neither , yet I dare Boast my opinion . Ors. Doe not , the Moone Is yet but i th' first quarter Contarini , I would endeere my thoughts to thee , and thou Wert not marryed , boast thy opinion . Goe sacrifice to sleepe , why these are wom�n Will cosen a strong faith , cuckold their husbands , Yet taken in the act perswade em into A beleefe they doe but dreame so . Con. Signiour Y' are pleasant . Vol. Pleasant Con. As his gall will suffer him , He has beene casting out up this halfe hour� , Yet there is some behind still , if you name A woman , he takes fire like touchwood , but To the Duke Foscari . Ors, I have it , Vol. What ? Ors. Ye talke Duke Foscari . Con. We doe . Ors. I ha the cause h� went away so soone . Vol. Prethee enrich our knowledge , why ? Ors. I honour him . Con. So we doe all . Ors. He is a brave Duke , a man , And in that , more then all his titles make him , Some easie natures would ha languished for her , And ha beene paler then ye meane , with watching Distilled their braine , tyred , yea some to seeme Comit Idolatry , given her their soules , And changed em to her motion ; in each window Bescratching with some Diamond her name , And warme it so with kisses till it thaw The very glasse , which weepes it selfe away In pitty of the dotage , beene content To ha worne their youth away in expectation ; This Prince was wiser , he left Parma to Behold a creatur� was cride up , the miracle Of nature , a new starre like Cassiopeia That drew the eyes of Italy , and left em Fixt in the admiration , but he needing No Iacobs staffe to take the height , and looking With a true eye upon this wounder , found She was a woman , nothing but a woman , His wisdome quickely taught him to returne A sham'd of his credulity . Vol. He 's mad , What a wild passion like a torrent , beares him Against the women , 't is well your hate Points at the g�nerall , one womans anger Would checke your forward � else Contarini . Con. I dare not h�are him talke mor� , w� shall be Held cherishers of his railing humour , in , in , Prethee le ts leave him . Vol. Why Signiour , are you so transported You have not power enough to seeme calme , What dost at Court ? Ors. Not cringe as you , and adore the nods Of painted Ladies , weary my hammes to answer Madams halfe cursies , I neere come to Court But to defend me from it . Bo. Ha ? Ors. The truth is , I would be faine discharged , t is a hell to me , There are so many wormed in 't : would the Dutchesse Would banish me into some Wildernesse , I should indure the beasts though they devour'd m� , I hate no monsters but the Harpies . Con. Why ? Ors. Harpies have womens faces Contarini , Yet now I thinke Volterre I have heard There 's another feminine murderer Cald the Hiena , that invites men forth To be devourd ; y 'ave heard how the Egyptian Crocadile weepes , when death it selfe lies bathing Within her teares , thinke but upon women And tell me which I should avoide-first . Enter Comachio , Giotto . Com. I se� a merit nigh , and I hope You will deserve the favour , we are not Wont to admit of servants neere their person , Without more caution . Gio. It makes my bond Of duty and observance greater . Con. My Lord Comachio . Com. Let me employ some of your care upon My Nephew , something you may adde To improve him , you shall till no barren ground , Though he reward you not with fruitefulnesse , I shall have power to make you thinke your studies Well plac'd . Gio. Your compasse I shall saile by . Exit Com. Contarini how 's the day ? Vol. Not early . Com. Signior Orseollo , I know what cloud Muffles your thoughts . Con. He is constant to his humour . Com. Not the Dutchesse , come faith yet Orseollo , We shall intreate you joyne with us to the Dutchesse . Ors. Yes , hey ! � Exit . Vol. So , so , he would but trouble us . Com. My Lords , we must be circumspect , We are not to negotiate a designe That lookes but at the profit of one man : The Dutchy calls to owne it , all our cares You know have met , that we might move the Dutchesse To exchange her dull Virginity for Marriage ; Foscari whom our ambition pointed at , is lost And he in some disgust gone hence . Vol. I feare so . Com. His violent departure gives us more Then jealousie , we must sollicite her , But so as shall become our duties , and Expresse our knowledge of her great soul� And pregnant wit . Con. She enters signior Comachia , t is refer'd To your delivery . Enter Dutchesse , Laura , Attendants . Dutch. Comachio ! we have no knowledge of thy ag� , But what thy wisdome and experience doth Discover , i' st not troublesome , t' attend A young Court ? Com. Your grace so desires my duty , that I Delight in service . Dutch. Contarini i' th mornings ey� , reveales More youth , then he did by Hymens tapers ; Lookes younger then when we call him Bridegroome . Censure him Laura . she sits . Lau. Your Highnesse knowes he hath a young wife . Con. All my use of time , is but to perfect My obedience to your excellence . Dutch. We cherish both your loves , and you Volterre Are great too within our memory . Vol. I shall endevour new merits . Dutch. The cause of your attendance now , is knowne Ere you deliver it . The departure Of the young Duke ( our Lover ) from our Court In so obscure a way , without your notice ; Our consent publish'd gives you just cause Of wonder : yet so much y' are skil'd both in Our soule and nature , that no immediate Motive of his anger shall be laid to Our charge ; but what you thinke , makes our person Safe , and great . Com. We come with humble modesty t' require So much , as shall concerne our care , both Of your gracious selfe , and our good Country . Foscari , Duke of Parma is a great Prince ; Feature ; a Lady , like your excellence , His youth and strength may promise issue even To a matron . Dutch. We know he merits all his praise . Proceede To what you call your businesse . Com. His Catholicke Majesty did lately by His Lieger , urge a title to this Duchy , And desire your Counsell , he might be nam'd Your Highnesse next , and lawfull heire , unlesse From your owne person , were deriv'd a Prince To intercept his hopes , with ease , you may Consider , how unkinde our fate will be , Beyond his owne naturall soile , doth make Obedience bondage . Dutch. You have yet hope , t is in my power To prevent what you suspect . Com. We have , but Time ( the enemy to lie , And to increase ) may scorne , destroy that hope . If not for propitious love to us ; Yet for your owne sake , your glory , hasten The cure of these our feares : Time is the moth Of nature , devouers all beauty , when those Bright eyes , that governe now with Phoebus-like Predominance , shall yeeld no light unto That darkened sky ( your face ) some aged mother Pround of her fertill wombe , will shew you then Her off-spring . Behold ( quoth she ) I neede no Marble house for my fame to dwell in , these Are my living monuments , but your sullaine Chastetie , will not permit your fame t' outlive Your breath . Dutch. No more Comachio ! these are my owne thoughts : Shortly you shall see I am art , prevention Of all danger . All . You are my gracious Mistresse . Com. Yea you shall much divulge your clemency If to stifle publike noyse you reveale The reason ; why Foscari was not made Your choyse . Dutch. Foscari is a forraigner : borne in A climate not so temperate as ours , And I am yet to know , whether his minde Be different from such as please me here At home : forraigne alliance is an old Disguise for Sunices hatred : It charmes the Peacefull into a dull security ; Vntill the furious finde best advantage To make his anger knowne : then both are more Ingag'd t' inflame , what erst th' one did kindle . I should sinne my good Lords , if I did thinke My humillity disgrac'd my honour , When I suppos'd my owne Court able to Breede a man , fit to mingle blood , even with A Princesse ; should I say with mine : what amaz'd , Why does it want example , I should not Thinke my choyce would much accuse my eyes , if I elect a Lover here : unlesse some Are more desert-lesse then I am guilty of , Laura ! Exeunt Dutchesse , Attendance . They first gaze on one another , then walke up and downe . Com. Ioyne to us Oedipus , yet we shall want Helpe t' expound this Riddle � Con. A Lover here from her owne Court , sure it Must be from this number , Signiour Volterre ! Vol. My very good Lord . Con. You are the man , the starres dance to . The spheares Doe practise musicke , only to make you Merry , you are he signiour . Vol. Who , I my Lord ? Con. Doe not conceale your hopes : they 'le be worthy Your acknowledgement ; you would be install'd i th' darke , steale titles , without the notice Of the Heralds , but noyse attends honour . Vol. I neede a Comment to your words . Con. Come , you young men are all temptation ; You have the purple veines ( signiour ) that swell With wanton pride , and Ladies judgements are Much govern'd by their eyes ; what grace , what favour , Did the Dutchesse lately shew you , the more T' indeere your duty ? hah ? Vol. I want a soule ( signiour ) if she ever Honour'd me with any phrase ; but what is Vsuall in her Complement t'other Lords . Con. I st possible � Vol. He has discoverd somewhat that concernes My joy . Nature needes no excuse why a Dutchesse should affect a travail'd Lord ; You are great too , within our memory . These were her words . hum ! � Com. Signiour Contarini . Con. My Lord . Com. You observ'd the Dutchesse language ? Con. Am I not thinking on 't ? heart , why doe ye Interupt me ? � Com. How 's this my Lord Volterre ? Vol. Your pleasure signiour ! Com. You have a fortunate skill in translation Of misterious language : I pray lend me Your censure upon the last words the Dutchesse Vttered . Vol. Hah signiour ? they concerne not me , I am Forgotten by my starres , I , Volterre Is lost to all Eyesight , but his owne . Com. Doe our braines melt this hot weather . These men Were heretofore discreete , and now they talke A if they had no Eyelids , like things that Never slept . I finde the cause . Exit . Con. Quoth she , he lookes younger , then when he stood By Hymens tapers , good , very good , I have O were I single now ; my wife , my wife ; She ruines all this hope . � Vol. Since I have travel'd , brought from France , the nice Amorous cringe , that so inchants Ladies : T is fit I use it often , the tongue is Powerfull too , and I inrich in languages , It shall be knowne � Con. Signiour Volterre . Vol. To bring Revels in the Court , that 's the way , I have my selfe an able chine , and I Can friske like a Goate : which females call A lucky symptome � Signiour Contarini , Con. Your lop . must excuse me , I 'm a little Serious . Vol. O for a sight of Iupiters wardrobe That I might immetate the shape , in which He courted Diana ! Con. Signiour Volterre . Vol. I my Lord that 's my name , I le goe write It downe , least this businesse make me forget it . Exit . Con. Rebellious blood ! must I neëds marry ? had I but delaid my lust a month , I might Have wasted then my strength and nature , to A nobler purpose : beget Princes , now I am in bondage to my marriage vow . Exit .

Act. 2. Scena . 1. Enter Contarini , Dandalo . Con. MY Wife must do 't and then I may effect My hope with the great Dutchesse as soone as he Most proud of demerits . Dandalo Where 's your Lady . Dan. Your Lordship may heare both her voyce and Lute , Shee s in the garden with Reollo your Musitian . Con. Heare , does she so much dispaire of long life , That she need flatter her soule to tarry here With soft Ayres , and wanton Musicke . Danda. My Lord . Con. Conduct her hither . Enter Carintha . Car. I saw your entrance , you bring newes from Court , Let me share in 't . Con. I must worke her to it with art and leisure . Car. What does your lop say ? Con. Sweete lend me thy eare in private � can I Demand a thing from her that slumbred in My bosome , and she be so unkind To give my sute a hard repulse . Car. My Lord I am not guilty of a cause That can warrant your suspect either of My love or duty . Con. I beleeve thee ( deere Carintha ) but this Injunction is so severe and strange , 't will Puzle thy consent at first . Car. Sir make it knowne , I cannot be so slow In any performance of your will , as you Are to reveale it . Con. Thy breath is sweeter then the smoke ascending From the Phoenix funerall pile , I could Kisse thee , even engender on thy lips . Car. You were not wont to be thus pleasd , shew me Which way I may requite your passion , speake The sute you talke on . Con. Now I know the strength of thy affection , I slight my sute the grave will prove to easie . Car. What is it . Con. I le have thee onely kill thy selfe , cruch , thou Shat doe it , hah � Car. Sir I suspect your health , you were not wont To shew your speech so much estrang'd from reason . Con. Is this your love , your forward kindnesse ? Car. Scarse has the Moone expir'd a change since you Received me in your bed a cold Virgin ; Are you so soone tyred with sacred marriage , Desirous to motive my eternall Absence and by a meanes so cruell sir , How have I deserved your hatred , or please But to reveale the profit which by death Can bring you . Con. I have not leasure to reply to your Demands , will you do 't . Car. You fright my soule . Con. Orseollo happy you , whose frozen nature Will not permit a closure with a woman . The sex doe quite degenerate from those Great patternes which the former age produced . Portia swallowed fire to please her husbands ghost , Who inticed him to Elisium ; Lucresse , To purchase life unto her memory , Noyse at her funerall such as might cleave Her fame , priced her deare heart , and dyed Car. We have a certaine faith , a faith That can assure reward , or punishment For deeds , we know our dwelling after death , Which Roman soules unlawfully did seeke , And found too soone , we are prescrib'd those act That makes us Angels . Con. She has bin gossipping with the holy Sisters , zeale , and purity . Car. It were safer for my soule ; if your selfe Would be my Executioner . Con. I thanke you Lop . I am exposed To the justice of the law , he whose rich And his Prince become his heire cannot live long ; Besides my hopes to enjoy the Duchesse , Are then quite frustrate . Car. What said your Lop . Con. I did not thinke Carintha thou hadst beene So sterne of nature , t' hast a stubborne heart ; Deny my first request . Car. Should I kill my selfe . Con. Why must we not all dye , 't is a thrifty Conscience that perswades the soule to hasten Her departure hence to avoid future guilt . Car. You counsell strangely , I have deserv'd more Kindenesse from your tongue . Con. If thou suspect'st thou hast not fortitude Enough , t' attempt thy death by violence : Expire with leasure : refraine from meate , till Th' orifice of thy stomacke close , and grow Together ; or when thou feedst , eate Arsnicke , Dye any way , so the law call not me Thy murderer . Car. Heaven secure me , have you the use of all Your sences , ye speake thus ? Con. But if you le choose an easier way , each morning Fetch a tedious sigh or two , t will make your Heart to cleave , I le give you cause enough to doe 't . Car. You have a bloody mind . Con. Or as some Country Virgins doe scratch morter From an aged wall and eate it up in Private , so die on the greene disease , but now I thinke upon 't that 's to perplex away , Vnto the Grave . Car. I dare not hate the thought y'have tempted me , Beyond mortall patience , oh unkind Destiny . Exit Con. Doe , fret , gall thy heart strings till they breake , Ive the engine of a babe , any man That had arrived at halfe my yeares , would soone Invent a safe way to shift that trifle From him . Hum , who shall I get to doe 't . Happy fancy , 't is mature I will Above it strait . Exit . Enter Depazzi , Laura , and Crispino . De. I sent you a Letter Maddam . Lau. My Lord I received it . De. How did you taste it ? Lau. Excellently . De. I have twenty as good as that lying by me , have I not Cris. Oh my good Lord . ( Crispino De. They shall be all at your service . Lau. Y are too much a Courtier , I must chide you Signiour , I never did deserve the Epithets Your paper throws upon me . De. Epithets I beseech you Madam to impute That to the fretfullnesse of my braine , If any thing have slipt my pen whereby I may incurre Your Ladiships indignation I le recant It publickely . Lau. I enjoyne no such pennance , But t is an injury easily remitted , T is the glory they say of Lovers to Hiperbolise . De. Hiperbolize , what 's that ? I ha not that word Yet in my Alphabet , I hope Madam you Hold a better opinion of me then to imagine I would hiperbolize with your Lady-ship ; That were immodest . Lau. Not so Signiour . De. By my faith Madam but it is , de thinke I know not what hiperbolizing is , That were simplicity , if any thing Within my Letter may be drawne within Construction of hiperbolizing , condemne Not me for 't , by service Madam , I Had no intention to stretch so farre To your dishonour , it shall teach me wit To write my Letters hereafter . Cris. A haire in your honours locke is disordered , T is rectified , Lau. Signiour , You doe me much too much satisfaction , Your errour being a small one . De. T is your favour , Yet when I commit a peccadillo Against your brightnesse , I deserve to be Extinguished your presence for 't , I did love You Madam , as I remember when I was an Infant , Lau. How . Dep. We are Infants you will grant When we cannot speake , and I loved full eight moneths And a halfe ere I had power to tell you on 't I me certaine . Lau. I was not worth so much . De. Nay for that Madam I le shew my selfe deserving , were you worthy T were the lesse act of mine to love you , That were a poore thing , I doe not stand on worth . Madam I would not have you thinke so ignobly of me , That I affect you for your worth , I de rather Vpon my honour have you in your smocke , Than all the Ladies in the world starke naked . Lau. Now your language is course . De. You shall pardon me for that . Cris. Your Lordships fether waves to much toward the T is now in true point . ( East , De. My love is pure and like the Sun transparent . Lau. Now you Complement , I know Y' are excellent at it . De. Troth not I Lady , I cannot Complement , I doe but Refulgent your beauty , whose mellifluous voice Peirces the eare � faith Madam credit me I nere could complement in my life : Most faire , Whom young Apollo courted for her haire . There are poeticall furies in the City , But I converse not with em . Were ever cheekes of roses , locks of amber Ordain'd to be imprison'd in a chamber , Laura I doe but piddle , a pretender , I know not how to Complement . Lau. You now doe . De. Alas not I , I cannot make verses neither ; Thy dainty seale of Virgin wax , That nothing but impression lackes . Cris. Your Lordships cloake discovers not sufficiently the riches of the inside . Lau. An excellent Poet . De. I le tell you Madam a strange thing , you see These trifles ; before I was in love , I could Not ha made an Acrosticke in a day , Sometimes two . Lau. Now you can make Chronograms . De. I thinke I can , and Anagrams for a need . Lau. Signiour you are wonderfull improv'd , Love has inspir'd you richly . I perceive Cupid is a mute too . De. Oh now I cannot sleepe for the multitude , Of Verses that are capring in my skull . Lau. I wonder you are not mad . De. You may . Cris. A haire in your honours locke is disordered . De. But I 've a gift to helpe it , I allow My selfe set times to vent em , they would blow Me up else . Lau, As how pray . De. Why thus i th' morning When I have said my prayers in Verse , which fall From me , and I nere thinke on em , next my heart I scrible out an ode , after my breakefast I fall upon a Satire , when I 've rail'd My selfe into a fresh stomacke , I dine , Which done , because it is not good to study Vpon repletion or full stomacke , you Vnderstand me ; for a matter of two houres I dreame as it comports with our Italian To sleepe , then I say , I dreame familiarly An Heroicke Poem . Lau. Dreame . De. Madam while you live , Your dreaming Poets are the best , and have Distilled raptures , spirits that converse with em , And teach em what to write ; this I set downe Before I eate againe , after I walke Vpon the strength of Supper into th' parke , And ruminate an Elegy at returne , I doe discourse of Epigrams , and an Epitaph Vpon some one or other of my kindred . Enter Comachio , and Giotto . I ha made a rare one on my Vncle , and He would dye shortly to deserve it . Com. What 's that ? Lau. If you so methodise your study Signiour I shall but sinne against your muse , t is now Your houre by course , for your heroicke Poem : T were best you sleepe my Lord , I le take my leave . De. Nay Madam , t is not every day I study So hard , on some I whet my muse Cris. Your Lordships weapon hangs to much a fore . Com. Thou hast my bosome , treasure up my secrets Faithfully , and deserve I should be thine ; Giotto , the first opportunity Commends thee to the Dutchesse , then 's the time , To shew thy gratitude , if she still looke on me With lucky eyes . Gio. My Lord y 'ave made Your selfe the creditour of what I am ; If I returne you not the interrest Of all my service , I should justly forfeit To be unmade againe . De. Sweete Laura , world confounding beauty . Lau. Againe Hyperbolizing , then you Lordship Must pardon me . Exit . De, What 's the signification of this word ? hum . Cris. I have heard some say , to hyperbolize Is to lye , and it may be she would not have Your Lordship lye with her . Com. Signiour de patri , what part of your discourse Concerned my death , I heard with Madam Laura You name your Vncles dying . De. T was with griefe then , I had no cause to name you else my Lord . Com. Apply your selfe Nephew to this Gentleman , And make him precious to you . Exit . Gio. I shall study his honours service . De. Giotto . Gio. My Lord . De. You are a Scholler . Gio. I have lost time in Padua . De. I le tell you a jest a Gentleman i th Court Writing a Letter to his Mistresse could not Containe himselfe from hyperbolizing with her . Gio. Is your Lordship serious ? De. True upon my honour , what a gull t was To make himselfe ridiculous , I laugh'd at him , Then he asked me what that word meant , Giotto What doe you thinke on 't ? Gio. I my Lord , Your honour needes no comment to informe you , Much lesse my translation . De. Yes I kno wt , but what sayes your Dictionarie . Gio. Your Lordship shal pardon me , for that hyperbolizing De. It is some baudy word , he is so modest , Wherein did I hyperbolize with her Ladyship : My Lord Volterre . Enter Volterre . Vol. Signiour de Pazzi Comesta . De. I am transported to see your Lordship well . Vol. Io soy il uvestra servadore . De. What 's this ? Gio. Betweene Goth and Vaundell , Spanish . De. And Giotto were not here now , I would aske him What were hyperbolizing by your Lordships favour . Vol. Women are taken with the presence of A man , the garbe , and ornaments of state Endeere him to their senses , I would faine Appeare in glorious habit can you dance ? De. I were no Lord else , I was a French mans Scholler , For twenty crownes a moneth , you may guesse by that My abilities . Vol. T is the best fooling , and the safest for The body , your French glide away like Rivers , Without a noise , and turning with Meanders , Out move ye , your lofty trickes , are tude , And doe to much examine . De. May we not rise , I ha knowne good dancers rise at Court , what say you to A cosse caper . Vol. Ride the Cannon , and you ha No care to preserve your bonds , but I forget , Adios signiour , I must attend the Dutchesse . De. Doe not hyperbolize with her my Lord . Vol. Pardonate Signior mio . De, T is so , t is baudy , that shrug tells me so , Giotto . Gio. Your honours servant . De. Were you never a Courtier before . Gio. I onely hitherto have spent my eyesight . In observation , now I grow proud to write My selfe dependant . De. Signiour Comachio my Vncle , lends you . Gio. But I me not to learne To adore the rising Sun , I looke on him As in his West , but I 've ambition To merit your grace . De. I see then thou wot be a Courtier . Enter Dutchesse , Comachio , Contarini , Volterre , Laura . Dutch. Comachio , shew me your Nephew ! Y' are welcome to Court my Lord . De Pazzi kneeles , kisses her hand , De. It is your highnesse pleasure I should presume so , And I am confident I may . Dutch. He has not onely profited in growth Of person , but in 's judgement too : talkes well , Our Court wants such Comachio , your Nephewes Contemplation ends here . Padua must Loose him , he shall be our servant . Com. Shee jeeres him , and I gaine no credit by 't . Keepe your tongue quiet , cease your abortive Language , or I le cut your throate . De. This is the tricke of all Courtiers , They would engrosse Princes e'n to Themselves , I must not speake to her . Com. This is the Gentleman , your grace was pleas'd T' accept from my commends . Leads Giotto to her , who kisses her har . Dutch. You are a Florentine . Gio. I am proud to owne my Country . Dutch. We have heard so much of your demerits , That 't were injustice not to cherish you , Be confident , to gaine our best favour . Gio. I 've often pray'd for this blessed houre , and thought I did not sinne in my ambition . It is a vertue to covet honour From your excellence : which I shall ever Study to deserve . Dutch. Laura begin your triall . Laura whispers with Giotto Orseollo runnes in and kneeles . Dutch. This is a rude kinde of duty , speake your Intention . Ors. Twice have I kneel'd to gaine your kindnesse in My sute , now grant it , or I le turne Traitour . Dutch. Make your sute knowne . Ors. I have beene bred in rugged warres , A womans governement is soft and fit For Babes to bow to , dismisse streight your Court . Dutch. Orseollo , did not your offence breed mirth , You should perceiv 't more difficult to finde A pardon for t . Ors. Send me streight to Sea , if but t' incounter A fleet of fiends rigg'd by witches , or with A colony to settle a Plantation In the desarts of Barbary , I le choose Any employment rather then to heare a Lady utter perfum'd breath , or see her Advance in her masculine garbe , in her New mimicke posture . Dutch. Leave us ! but so , that in an houres space We may command your presence here , to move Our laughter , when leisure will permit it , Or you shall never live to weare gray haires . Ors. I le conspire with a constable , that commits Iustice in 's sleepe , ere I le want treachery To revenge this constraint of service . Exit : Com. Your grace will beget charity in Other Ladies , if you pardon this his Bold behaviour , for he offends all women . Dutch. How Comachio . Con. Does not your excellence know , he is cald The woman hater . Dutch. Deserves he that Epithite ? Vol. I le shew your highnesse the reall cause , why He hates all women ; he was ever bred In the campe , where there are no females , but Sutlers wives : fit drudges , to make fiers i th' devils kitchin , whose very lookes Disparage the complexion of all their sex ; He nere converst with an Italian Bona Roba , a plumpe Lady , that fils Her growne , or with a French Brvnette , A Spanish Muser umbrada , or a Germane Yefrow , the Dutch . � De. Or with a Welsh � Com. Parrot ! will ye be prating ? De. What should a man doe wit hs tongue , an ye Won't let him talke . Dutch. My Lord Volterre , is a copious linguist . Vol. I still desire to be enabled for Your graces service . Dutch. Are all the sluces stop'd , that we may see Your Cormorants dive for their prey ? Vol. We onely want your highnesse presence there , And the sport beginnes . Dutch. Comachio � She whispers . Con. Signiour ? these are your Cormorants , you still Provide the Dutchesse new game , and pleasure : She did you publicke grace , this morning too Before the French leiger ; but you ha travaild Sir . Vol. My Lord , the French conceive things with justice I me but an isorit du monde , and as The Spaniard saies , Altera , estrabajo Del hombre , but Ive observ'd her grace names Contarini often , lookes on you with A smooth brow . Con. On me my Lord ? Dutch. Lead forward to the River . Com. My hopes doe still encrease , fate smiles on me . Dutch. Signiour De Patri , be you neere us . Exit . Volt. Dep. Contar. Com. Dutch . Lau. Y 'ave heard her graces will , this is the first Imployment . She knowes you Florentines Insinuate with great subtlety in Humane natures . Gio. She shall receive each man in 's just character , Lau. Sir I congratulate your new fortune , You le finde her excellence a noble mistresse . Gio. You are a gentle Lady , and adde much Credit to her Court . Laura . We shall lose the sport unlesse we hasten To the River . Gio. You have use of my attendance , and I am Happy in 't . Exeunt Omnes .