Pac. Oui, monsieur.

Jun. Who gave you that name?

Pac. Give me de name, vat name?

Oni. He thought your name had been We. Young gentleman, you must do more than his legs can do for him, bear with him, sir.

Jun. Sirrah, give me instance of your carriage; you'll serve my turn, will you?

Pac. Vat turn? upon the toe!

Fin. O signior, no.

Jun. Page, will you follow me? I'll give you good exhibition.

Pac. By gar, shall not alone follow you, but shall lead you too.

Oni. Plaguy boy! he sooths his humour; these French villains have pocky wits.

Jun. Here, disarm me, take my semitary.

Val. O rare! this would be a rare man, an he had a little travel.-Balthasar, Martino, put off your shoes, and bid him cobble them.

Jun. Friends, friends, but pardon me for fcllows, no more in occupation, no more in corporation; 'tis so, pardon me; the case is altered; this is law, but I'll stand to nothing.

SCENE III.-The open Country.

Enter ANGELO with RACHEL,

Ang. Nay, gentle Rachel

Rach. Away! forbear, ungentle Angelo! Touch not my body with those impious hands, That, like hot irons, sear my trembling heart, And make it hiss at your disloyalty.

Enter PAULO FERNEZE and CHAMONT, at a distance. Was this your drift, to use Ferneze's name? Was he your fittest stale? O vile dishonour ! Paul. Stay, noble sir. [Holding back CHAMONT.

Ang. 'Sblood, how like a puppet do you talk

now!

Dishonour! what dishonour? come, come, fool; Nay, then I see you are peevish. S'heart, disTo have you to a priest, and marry you, [honour! And put you in an honourable state.

Rach. To marry me! O heaven! can it be,

Ang. Leave you! I was accurst to bring you hither,

And make so fair an offer to a fool.

A pox upon you, why should you be coy,
What good thing have you in you to be proud of?
Are you any other than a beggar's daughter ?—
Because you have beauty!—O God's light! a blast!
Pau. Ay, Angelo !

Ang. You scornful baggage,

I loved thee not so much, but now I hate thee. Rach. Upon my knees, you heavenly powers, I thank you,

That thus have tamed his wild affections.

Ang. This will not do, I must to her again. [Aside. Rachel !

O that thou saw'st my heart, or didst behold
The place from whence that scalding sigh evented
Rachel, by Jesu, I love thee as my soul,
Rachel, sweet Rachel!

Rach. What, again return'd
Unto this violent passion!
Ang. Do but hear me ;
By heaven I love you, Rachel.
Rach. Pray forbear.

O that my lord Ferneze were but here !
Ang. 'Sblood! an he were, what would he do?
Pau. [Rushes forward.] This would he do,

base villain.

Rach. My dear lord!

[Flings him off.

[Runs into his arms.

Pau. Thou monster, even the soul of treachery!

O what dishonour'd title of reproach

May my tongue spit in thy deserved face!
Methinks my very presence should invert
The steeled organs of those traitorous eyes.
To take into thy heart, and pierce it through.
Turn'st thou them on the ground? wretch, dig a

grave

With their sharp points, to hide thy abhorred head.

Sweet love, thy wrongs have been too violent
Since my departure from thee, I perceive;
But now true comfort shall again appear,
And, like an armed angel, guard thee safe
From all the assaults of cover'd villainy.
Come, monsieur, let us go, and leave this wretch
To his despair.

Ang. My noble [lord] Ferneze !

Pau. What, canst thou speak to me, and not thy tongue,

Forced with the torment of thy guilty soul,
Break that infected circle of thy mouth,
Like the rude clapper of a crazed bell!
I, [I] that in thy bosom lodg'd my soul,
With all her train of secrets, thinking them
To be as safe and richly entertain'd
As in a prince's court, or tower of strength;
And thou to prove a traitor to my trust.
And basely to expose it! O this world!
Ang. My honourable lord.

Pau. The very owl,

Whom other birds do stare and wonder at,

Shall hoot at thee; and snakes in every bush,
Shall deaf thine ears with their

Cha. Nay, good my lord,
Give end unto your passions.
Ang. You shall see

I will redeem your lost opinion.
Rach. My lord, believe him.

Cha. Come, be satisfied:

Sweet lord, you know our haste; let us to horse.
The time for my engaged return is past.
Be friends again, take him along with you.

Pau. Come, Angelo, hereafter prove more true. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Count FERNEZE'S House.

Enter Count FERNEZE, MAXIMILIAN and FRANCISCO. Count F. Tut, Maximilian, for your honour'd I am persuaded; but no words shall turn The edge of purposed vengeance on that wretch: Come bring him forth to execution.

Enter Servants with CAMILLO bound.

I'll hang him for my son, he shall not 'scape,
Had he a hundred lives.-Tell me, vile slave,
Think'st thou I love my son? is he my flesh?
Is he my blood, my life? and shall all these
Be tortured for thy sake, and not revenged?—
Truss up the villain.

[self

Max. My lord, there is no law to confirm this action: 'tis dishonourable.

Count F. Dishonourable, Maximilian!

It is dishonourable in Chamont:

The day of his prefixed return is past,
And he shall pay for it.

Cam. My, lord, my lord,

Use your extremest vengeance; I'll be glad
To suffer ten times more for such a friend.

Count F. O resolute and peremptory wretch!
Franc. My honour'd lord, let us intreat a word!
Count F. I'll hear no more; I say, he shall
not live;

Myself will do it. Stay, what form is this
Stands betwixt him and me, and holds my hand?
What miracle is this? 'tis my own fancy
Carves this impression in me; my soft nature,
That ever hath retain'd such foolish pity
Of the most abject creature's misery,
That it abhors it. What a child am I
To have a child? ah me! my son, my son!
[Weeps, and walks aside.

Enter CHRISTOPHERO.

Chris. O my dear love, what is become of thee? What unjust absence layest thou on my breast, Like weights of lead, when swords are at my back, That run me thorough with thy unkind flight! My gentle disposition waxeth wild;

I shall run frantic: O my love, my love!

Enter JAQUES.

Jaq. My gold, my gold, my wife, my soul, my heaven!

What is become of thee? see, I'll impart

My miserable loss to my good lord.—
Let me have search, my lord, my gold is gone.
Count F. My son, Christophero, think'st thou
it possible

I ever shall behold his face again?

Chris. O father, where's my love? were you so careless

To let an unthrift steal away your child? Jaq. I know your lordship may find out my gold.

For God's sake pity me; justice, sweet lord! Count F. Now they have young Chamont, Christophero,

Surely they never will restore my son. Chris. Who would have thought you could have been so careless,

To lose your only daughter?

Jaq. Who would think

That looking to my gold with such hare's eyes,
That ever open, ay, even when they sleep,
I thus should lose my gold! my noble lord,
What says your lordship?

Count F. O my son, my son!
Chris. My dearest Rachel !
Jaq. My most honey gold!

Count F. Hear me, Christophero.

Chris. Nay, hear me, Jaques.

Jaq. Hear me, most honour'd lord.

Max. What rule is here?

Count F. O God, that we should let Chamont

Being so hid in earth, should be found out! Max. O confusion of languages, and yet no tower of Babel!

Enter AURELIA, and PHŒN(XELLA,

Fran Ladies, beshrew me,

if you come not fit To make a jangling consort; will you laugh To see three constant passions?

Max. Stand by, I will urge them.
Sweet count, will you be comforted?
Count F. It cannot be

But he is handled the most cruelly
That ever any noble prisoner was.

Max. Steward, go cheer my lord.
Chris. Well, if Rachel took her flight willingly-
Max. Sirrah, speak you touching your daugh-
ter's flight.

Jaq. O that I could so soon forget to know
The thief again that had my gold, my gold!
Max. Is not this pure?

Count F. O thou base wretch, I'll drag thee

through the streets;

Your honest friend, that simply trusted you?—
Well, Rachel, I am glad thou art here again.
Ang. I'faith, she is not for you, steward.
Jaq. I beseech you, madam, urge your father.
Phon. I will anon; good Jaques, be content.
Aur. Now God a mercy Fortune, and sweet
Let Cupid do his part, and all is well. [Venus :
Phan. Methinks my heart's in heaven with
this comfort.

Cha. Is this the true Italian courtesy ?
Ferneze, were you tortured thus in France?

By my soul's safety

Count F. My most noble lord,

I do beseech your lordship.

Cha. Honour'd count,

[Kneels.

[Raises him.

Wrong not your age with flexure of a knee,

I do impute it to those cares and griefs
That did torment you in your absent son.
Count F. O worthy gentleman, I am ashamed
That my extreme affection to my son
Should give my honour so uncured a maim;
But my first son being in Vicenza lost-

Cha. How! in Vicenza! lost you a son there? About what time, my lord?

Count F. O, the same night
Wherein your noble father took the town.

Cha. How long's that since, my lord, can you
remember?

Count F. 'Tis now well nigh upon the twentieth
Cha. And how old was he then?
Count F. I cannot tell;

Between the years of three and four, I take it

Cha. Had he no special note in his attire, Or otherwise, that you call to mind?

[year

Count F. I cannot well remember his attire ;
But I have often heard his mother say,
He had about his neck a tablet,

Given to him by the emperor Sigismund,
His godfather, with this inscription,
Under the figure of a silver globe,

In minimo mundus.

Cha. How did you call

Your son, my lord?

Count F. Camillo, lord Chamont.

Cha. Then, no more my Gasper, but Camillo,

Take notice of your father.-Gentlemen,
Stand not amazed; here is a tablet,

With that inscription, found about his neck,
That night and in Vicenza, by my father,
Who, being ignorant what name he had,
Christen'd him Gasper; nor did I reveal
This secret, till this hour, to any man.

Count F. O happy revelation! O blest hour!

O my Camillo !

Phon. O strange! my brother!

Fran. Maximilian,

Behold now the abundance of his joy

Drowns him in tears of gladness.

Count F. O, my boy,

Forgive thy father's late austerity.

Max. My lord, I delivered as much before, but your honour would not be persuaded; I will hereafter give more observance to my visions; I dreamt of this.

Jaq. I can be still no longer; my good lord, Do a poor man some grace 'mongst all your joys. Count F. Why, what's the matter, Jaques? Jaq. I am robb'd;

I am undone, my lord; robb'd and undone.
A heap of thirty thousand golden crowns

Oni. How dost thou, good captain? Count F. What, are my hinds turn'd gentlemen? Oni. Hinds, sir! 'sblood, an that word will bear an action, it shall cost us a thousand pound a piece, but we'll be revenged.

Jun. Wilt thou sell thy lordship, count? Count F. What! peasants purchase lordships? Jun. Is that any novels, sir?

Max. O transmutation of elements! it is certified you had pages.

Jun. Ay, sir; but it is known they proved tidiculous, they did pilfer, they did purloin, they did procrastinate our purses; for the which wasting of our stock, we have put them to the stocks. Count F. And thither shall you two presently. These be the villains that stole Jaques' gold; Away with them, and set them with their men. Max. Onion, you will now be peel'd. Fran. The case is alter'd now. Oni. Good my lord, good my lord!— Jun. Away, scoundrel! dost thou fear a little elocution? shall we be confiscate now? shall we droop now? shall we be now in helogabolus?

Oni. Peace, peace, leave thy gabling. Count F. Away, away with them; what's this they prate?

[Exeunt Servants with JUN, and ONION. Keep the knaves sure, strict inquisition Shall presently be made for Jaques' gold, To be disposed at pleasure of Chamont. Cha. She is your own, lord Paulo, if your father Give his consent.

Ang. How now, Christophero! The case is alter'd.

Chris. With you as well as me; I am content, sir.

Count F. With all my heart; and in exchange
of her,

If with your fair acceptance it may stand,
I tender my Aurelia to your love.

Cha. I take her from your lordship with all
thanks,

And bless the hour wherein I was made prisoner,
For the fruition of this present fortune,
So full of happy and unlook'd-for joys.-
Melun, I pardon thee; and for the treasure,
Recover it, and hold it as thine own:

It is enough for me to see my sister
Live in the circle of Ferneze's arms,
My friend, the son of such a noble father;
And my unworthy self rapt above all,
By being the lord to so divine a dame.

Max. Well, I will now swear the CASE 18 ALTERED.-Lady, fare you well; I will subdue my affections.-Madam, as for you, you are a profest virgin, and I will be silent.-My honourable lord Ferneze, it shall become you at this time not be frugal, but bounteous, and open-handed; your fortune hath been so to you.-Lord Chamont, you are now no stranger; you must be welcome ; you have a fair, amiable, and splendid lady :—but, signor Paulo, signior Camillo, I know you valiant, be loving.-Lady, I must be better known to you. -Signiors, for you, I pass you not, though I let you pass; for in truth I pass not of you.-Lovers to your nuptials, lordings to your dances. March fair all, for a fair March is worth a king's ransom !

[Exeunt.