Of all the paths lead to a woman's love, Rocca. Waken, sir, and know That her contempt (if you can name it so) Or change their modest blush to love-sick pale, All your loose thoughts she chides you home again, Mountf. Hence! find the Blackamoor that waits upon her, Bring her unto me; she doth love me yet, toss'd, But, crossing it, thou art o'erwhelm'd and lost, Enter ASTORIUS and CASTRIOT, Cast. Monsieur, good day! Asto. Good morrow, valiant knight! What, are you for this great solemnity Mountf. What solemnity? Asto. The investing of the martial Spaniard, Peter Gomera, with our Christian badge. Cast. And young Miranda, the Italian; Both which, with wond'rous prowess and great luck, Have dared and done for Malta such high feats, Mountf. As any man's? Why, we have fought for Malta, Asto. Yes, Mountferrat, No bold knight ever past you; but we wear And have a long time triumph'd for our conquests: Detracting from yourself, to add to others. To all our labours, the extremity Of that tall pyramid, where honour hangs; So bright a wreath to every cheap desert. Some sullen discontent possesses him, That makes him envy what he heretofore Mountf. Oh, furious desire, how like a whirlwind [Aside. Thou hurriest me beyond mine honour's point! Out of my heart, base lust! or, heart, I vow Those flames that heat me thus, I'll burn thee in. Asto. Do you observe him? Mountf. What news of the Dane? That valiant Captain Norandine? Cast. He fights still, In view o'th'town; he plays the devil with 'em, And they, the Turks with him. Mountf. They are well met then; "Twere sin to sever 'em. Pish-woman-memory, 'Would one of ye would leave me ! Asto. Six fresh gallies [Aside. I in St Angelo from the promontory been [Aside. Am like to prove as wretched. Woman then, Cast. Will you go, sir? Mountf. I cry you mercy! I am so transported (Your pardon, noble brothers) with a business That doth concern all Malta, that I am (Anon you'll hear it) almost blind and deafLust neither sees nor hears aught but itself.— [Aside. But I will follow instantly. [A cross is dropt.] Your cross. Asto. Not mine. Cast. Nor mine; 'tis yours. Asto. Cast. Good morrow, brother. [Exeunt. Mountf. White innocent sign, thou dost abhor to dwell So near the dim thoughts of this troubled breast, Enter ZANTHIA, alias ABDELla. Oh, my Zanthia, My pearl, that scorns a stain! I much repent Embrace my black cloud, since my Juno is Zant. Ay, you say so now; But, like a property, when I have served Mountf. May my life then forsake me, 4 Or, from my expected bliss, be cast to hell! These dark locks are not purchased, nor these teeth, 4 Of my expected bliss.] Corrected in 1679. For every night they are my bed-fellows; As e'er a white-faced puppet of 'em all, 8 Sweeter than is the sweet of pomander, Still Night, for Zanthia doth enamour me 5 Partlets.] A partlet, in some counties, still means a ruff, So in Jasper Heywood's Four P's: "For soth, women have many lettes, And they be masked in many nettes; As frontlettes, fyllettes, partlettes, and bracelettes." Bald-cootes.] A coot is a species of small waterfowl in the fenny counties. 7 Silkner than cygnet's plush.] So first folio. The second and the modern copies read sleeker. 8 Pomander.] It has been before observed, that this was a composition of many spices and other ingredients, supposed to be a prescrvative against the plague. See The Woman's Prize, vol. V. p. 387.. |