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Santistevan came up, and throwing himself at the feet of Antonio, implored him not to mention the circumstance to his master Don Juan. He informed him that the courtezan's name was also Cornelia. Lorenzo hearing this, asked, “Where is Cornelia ?" and he and the duke rushed up and repeated the question. The courtezan replied, • Here is Cornelia ; and asked whether it was so wonderful a thing that a woman should cohabit with a roguish page. Lorenzo tore off her veil, and discovered a girl of considerable beauty. The duke began to suspect the truth of the Spaniards, and hurried out of the house. Don Juan and Don Antonio resolved to search for the lady in every part of the country
“ Meanwhile the duke set out on his return, and came accidentally to the village-curate, with whom Cornelia was concealed. She overheard the announcement of his arrival, but restrained herself from bursting into his apartment, and requested the priest to make him acquainted with her being in the house. By his advice the infant was decorated with all the jewels which the duke had given her, and the curate presented it to him, relating to him, that the child had been brought from Belogna, and placed in his charge by a lady of extreme beauty, accompanied by an old confidante. Cornelia now entered, and the duke recognising her, was nearly overcome by his feelings. He dispatched Fabio to Bologna, who, in three days, returned with Lorenzo and the two Spaniards. The duke addressed them, pretending that he had resolved, as Cornelia was not to be found, to fulfil another promise of marriage which he had given to a peasant-girl in the village, and, seeing the rage of Lorenzo and the two friends, he said that her extreme beauty would soon induce them to applaud his breach of faith to Cornelia. When he had left the room, Don Juan swore that the duke's life should pay for his unfaithfulness, and Lorenzo and Antonio declared themselves of the same resolution : but their anger was soon allayed when they beheld Core nelia brought in by the duke, with the old woman and the nurse. The two lovers were secretly married by the curate, but the speedy death of the duke's mother soon enabled him to declare Cornelia bis duchess."
APTNESS for mirth to all! This instant nigirt
This Prologue, like many others prefixed to these plays, was probably spoken at a revival. It affords a strong proof of the very extensive popularity of Fletcher's dramas soon after his death,
Duke of Ferrara.
puted wizard. Peter,
servants to Don John and Don Frederic.
SCENE-Bologna, and the adjacent Country.
* This character has not been noticed in this enumeration before.
Peter. I would we were removed from this town,
Anthony, That we might taste some quiet: For mine own part, I am almost melted with continual trotting After inquiries, dreams, and revelations, Of who knows whom, or where. Serve wenching
soldiers, That know no other paradise but plackets? I'll serve a priest in lent first, and eat bell-ropes.
Anth. Thou art the frowardest fool
Peter. Why, good tame Anthony, Tell me but this ; to what end came we hither?
Anth. To wait upon our masters.
Peter. But how, Anthony?
Anth. To serve their uses.
Not any thing, I take it ; nor that thing
Peter, Was there ever Men known to run mad with report before ? Or wander after that they know not where To find ? or, if found, how to enjoy? Are men's
brains Made now-a-days of malt, that their affections Are never sober, but, like drunken people, Founder at every new fame? I do believe, too, That men in love are ever drunk, as drunken men Are ever loving
Anth. Pr’ythee be thou sober, And know, that they are none of those; not guilty Of the least vanity of love; only a doubt Fame might too far report, or rather flatter The graces of this woman, made them curious To find the truth, which since they find so block'd' And lock'd up from their searches, they are now
settled To give the wonder over.
Peter. 'Would they were settled To give me some new shoes too! for I'll be sworn These are e'en worn out to th' reasonable soles In their good worships' business: and some sleep