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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, PleaAnd boldly with a poinard teach my heart To weep out a repentance.
sure, Death, and Furies. The whole
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
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. sest Cosmo might become dangerous Duke. Why looks he back ? in the state, if possessed of Oriana's Sci. There is a thing call’d 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 the mistress of his friend. He also of Lust make him secure, and now the hag
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 imprese and 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 to receive wild imhaviour, 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 ise I am all passive-nothing of myself,
sue of her conversation with the amoBut an obedience to unhappiness.” rous Duke. The whole scene is ex
In 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, eye,
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 fix 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 Scia
power To call an anchorite from his prayers, tempt and, instead of rejoicing with Sciarrha
arrha, his wary nature is on its guard, saints To wish their bodies on. Thou dost with ease
over the Duke's death, and acknowledge Captivate kings with every beam, and mayst 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. 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'll 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.
I see he made this trial of my faith,
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 No faithful villains left in nature ? all her honour,--the Duke relents and Turn'd honest? man nor spirit aid Lorenzo,
Who hath not patience to expect his fate, desists from his iniquity.
But must compel it. How Sciarrha play'd Dake. Contain ; I am sorry, sorry from The dog-bolt with me! and had not I pro.
vided Trust me, I do bleed inward, Amidea, In wisdom for him, that distress had ruin'dme. Can answer all thy drops : oh, pardon me, His frozen sister, Amidea, too, Thou faint'stalready, 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 l'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 conceals Their throats, no sooner saw him, but they
melted ment, and, struck with the remorse and penitence of the Duke, confesses And when a pardon was proclaim'd (a fine
With the hot apprehension of a gallows : to him the plan of murder concerted State-snaffle for such mules), they turn'd between himself and Lorenzo. The Duke being still incredulous of his fa- To acclamations, and deafʼd heaven to beg vourite's guilt, Sciarrha says, His long and prosperous reign. A sudden tot
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, He is interrupted by Sciarrha, who is this to be expected ? I grow old,
where, comes to demand reparation for the in- While our embraces are deferrd. 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 my 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 al ing 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 is von over by this consummate hy- a balcony, and faints away.
Pis. Will heaven divorce us cre the priest pocrite, and henceforth vows to be his
have made friend.' The scene is throughout ad- 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 A pleasing slumber? 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 be married to Oriana. deaf ear to these intreaties. What fola 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. 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-day
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 That burns the heart, yet leaves no part or By every virgin on her wedding-day, touch
I am compeli'd 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 for he esteems thee well ; and once a day of the Duke for Amidea, and promises 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. Ami. 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
Affect my sister still, say you? Givecause I should suspect him to forsake me; Lor. Most passionately. A constant lover, one whose lips, tho' cold, Sci. She shall obey him then, upon my Distil chaste kisses : though our bridal bed Be not 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 bum, 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 makes a shew of offering him protec- This night shall be at his dispose, by this. tion. Sciarrha says,
Lor. I'm confident ; farewell !-Attend
Sciarrha. Sci. You shall not lose the smallest beam
The last act opens with a very fine of favour, To buy a man so desperate. I never
scene between Sciarrha and Amidea, 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 Shall shame the law's severity: my sister
pect of her brother's execution, wishes 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 to save a brother,
such a loving brother
Ami. Nothing can be too precious
As you have been.
ści. Death's a devouring gamester, that he may yet save his life by put. 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 filed
Thy t'other hand will miss a white comTo heaven, this sister shall be ravished,
panion, Maugre 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,
Ami. What means my brother ?
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 : fareweli! 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.
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 spiritAmi. 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 ?