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Of the great Duke of Florence and his Senate,
Henceforth that useful bird is interdict,
As the mild emblem of true constancy. You'll meet me anon in the Piazza.
[Exeunt all but Fazio. There 's a new word found ; 't is pure Tuscan too; Now, lofty woman, we are equal now,
Fazio's to fill the blank up, if it chime; And I will front thee in thy pich of pride.
If not, Heaven help the rhymester.
FAZIO (apart.) Enter ALDABELLA. She speaks, after a salutation on with what an airy and a sparkling grace each side.
The language glances from her silken lips! Oh, thou and I, Sir, when we met of old,
Her once loved voice how exquisite it sounds,
E'en like a gentle music heard in childhood!
Why yes, my loril, in these degenerate days
Constancy is so rare a virtue, angels If we would win your eminent regards,
Come down to guze on 't: it makes the world proud Must meet ye i' the air. Oh, it sits well
Who would be one o' the many? Why, our Florence This scorn, it looks so grave and reverend.
Will blaze with the miracle. "T' is true, 't is true,
The odour of the rose grows faint and sickly, Is scorn in Lady Aldabella's creed
And joys are finest by comparison. So monstrous and heretical?
But what is that to the majestic pride
Of being the sole true phænix ?
Gentle lady, A traitorous jest before so learu'd a sage:
Thou speak'st as if that smooth word constancy But I may joy in thy good fortune. Fazio.
Were harsh and brassy sounding in thy ears.
No, no, signior; your good old-langled virtues
Have gloss enough for me, had it been my lot Nay, an thou hadst not dash'd so careless ofr
To be a miser's treasure: if his eyes My bounteous offering, I had said
Ne'er open'd but on me, I ne'er had wep
At such a pleasant faithful avarice.
Lady, there was a time when I did dreani
One not less precious than thy stately self. And is thy bride a jewel of the first water?
ALDABELLA. I know thou wilt say, ay; 't is an old tale,
Oh yes, my lord, oh yes; the tale did run | Thy fond lip-revel on a lady's beauties :
That thou and I did love: so ran the tale. Methinks I've heard thee descant upon loveliness, That thou and I should have been wed – the tale
Till the full ears were drunken with sweet sounds. Ran so, my lord. — Oh memory, memory, memory! | But never let me see her, Fazio; never.
It is a bitter pleasure, but 't is pleasure.
And thou, thou snowy and unsociable virtue, A pleasure, lady! - why then cast me off
May'st lose no less a votaress from thy nunnery Like an indifferent weed ? — with icy scorn
Than the most beautiful proud Aldabella. Why choke the blossom that but woo'd thy sunshine ? Had I been honest, 't were indeed to fall; ALDABELLA.
But now 't is but a step down the declivity. Ah, what an easy robe is scorn to wear!
Bianca! but Bianca! - bear me up, 'Tis but to wrinkle up the level brow,
Bear me up, in the trammels of thy fondness To arch the pliant eyelash, and freeze up
Bind thou my slippery soul. Wrong thee, Bianca ? The passionless and placid orb within
Nay, nay, that's deep indeed; fathomless deep Castelli! oh Castelli!
In the black pit of infamy and sin:
kam not so weary yet of the upper air.
Wrong thee, Bianca? No, not for the earth;
Not for earth's brightest, not for Aldabella.
Then thou didst love? love, Aldabella, truly,
Palace of Fazio.
Fazio and BIANCA.
Dost thou love me, Bianca ?
There's a question So pamper'd me, the fatal duteousness
For a philosopher! - Why, I've answerd it
For two long years; and, oh, for many more,
Thou 'rt in the fashion, then. The court, Bianca, While the unseen heart is haggard wan with woe? The ladies of the court, find me a fair gentleman ; FAZIO.
Ay, and a dangerous wit too, that smites smartly.
And thou believest it all!
Why, if the gallants, Teil me and truly
The lordly and frank spirits of the time,
Troop around thee with gay rhymes on thy beauties,
I shall not heed them; my poor beauty needs Fazio, they suffer most who utter least. —
Only one flatterer. Heaven, what a babbling traitor is the tongue!
FAZ10. Would not the air freeze up such sinful sound ?
Ay, but they 'll press on thee, Oh no, thou heard'st it not. Ah me! and thou, And force their music into thy deaf ears. I know, wilt surfeit the coarse common ear
Think ye, ye should be coy, and calm, and cold? With the proud Aldabella's fall. — Betray me not;
Oh, no! - I fear me a discourteous laugh
But if one trip upon your lip, or wind
Ye could endure it?
Fazio, thou wrong'st me
The anger of a sleek smooth brow like mine Caballing for thy jewel: one within,
Strike the hot libertine to dust before me And that's a mild and melting devil, Love;
He'd dare to dally with a fire in his hand, Th' other without, and that's a fair rich gentleman, Kiss ragged briars with his unholy lips, Giraldi Fazio: they 're knit in a league.
Ere with his rash assault atlaint my honour.
-- no more
Mine arms, mine arms, shall say the next “shall 1.0t ;' But if ye see me by a noble lady,
I'll never startle more thy peevish ears, Whispering as though she were my shrine, whereon But I'll speak to thee with my positive lips. I lay my odorous incense, and her beauty
[Kissing and clinging to him. Grow riper, richer at my cherishing praise ;
FAZIO. If she lean on me with a fond round arm,
Oh, what a wild and wayward child am I!If her eye drink the light from out mine eyes, Like the hungry fool, that in his moody fit And if her lips drop sounds for my ear only;
Dash'd from his lips his last delicious morsel.
And then a rich and breathing tale I'll tell her
“ How doth my lord ?” “How slept my That makes the air seem sunny, blithe, and balmy. lady ?"
If she be devil — Nay, but that's too ugly; As though we dwelt at opposite ends o' the city. The fancy doth rebel at it, and shrink
As from a serpent in a knot of flowers. What hath distemper'd thee? - This is unnatural; Devil and Aldabella!— Fie! — They sound Thou couldst not talk thus in thy steadfast senses. Like nightingales and screech-owls heard together Fazio, thou hast seen Aldabella!.
What! must I still have tears to kiss away?
I will return — Good night! - It is but once.
See, thou 'st the taste o' my lips now at our parting; She is no basilisk - there's no death in her eyes. And when we meet again, if they be tainted,
Thou shalt-oh no, thou shalt not, canst not hate me. Ay, Fazio, but there is; and more than death
(Exeunt A death beyond the grave
- a death of sin A howling, hideous, and eternal death Death the flesh shrinks from. No, thou must not see her!
Palace of ALDABELLA.
And I must hood him with a skilsul hand :
Or Florence will turn rebel to my beauty.
Enter CLARA, Fazio behind.
ALDABELLA goes on.
What says my cousin, the kind Lady Abbess ?
She says, my lady, that to-morrow noon How beit, there is no blistering in their taste : Noviciates are admitted ; but she wonders, There is no suffocation in those arms.
My Lady Abbess wonders, and I too
Wonder, my lady, what can make ye fancy Take heed; we are passionate ; our milk of love Those damp and dingy cloisters. Oh, my lady! Doth turn to wormwood, and that's bitter drinking. They 'll make ye cut off all this fine dark hair The fondest are most frenetic: where the fire Why, all the signiors in the court would quarrel, Burneth intensest, there the inmate pale
And cut each other's throats for a loose hair of it. Doth dread the broad and beaconing conflagration.
ALDABELLA. If that ye cast us to the winds, the winds
Ah me! what heeds it where I linger out
The remnant of my dark and despised life?
Oh, but, my lady, That is its motion, being, and its life,
I saw their dress: it was so coarse and hard-grain'd, There'll be a conflict strange and horrible,
I'm sure 't would fret your ladyship’s soft skin Among all fearful and ill-visaged fiends,
Like thorns and brambles; and besides, the make For the blank void ; and their mad revel there
on 't! Will make me-oh, I know not what-hate thee ! - A vine-dresser's wife at market looks more dainty. Oh, no! -- I could not hate thee, Fazio : Vay, nay, my Fazio, 't is not come to that;
Then my tears will not stain it. Oh, 't is rich enough
For lear and haggard sorrow. (Appearing to perceive
Oh, no! we must not part, we must not part.
And thai-Oh! if thy skin were seam'd with wrin There must be piercing in those curious eyes,
kles, Would know if the skin beneath be swarth or snowy. If on thy cheek sate sallow hollowness,
If thy warm voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill A convent for the brilliant Aldabella!
But to that breathing form, those ripe round lips,
Like a full parted cherry, those dark eyes,
Nay, nay, 't is on me now! - Poison 's at work!
Now listen to me, lady. We must love.
Love!- Ay, my lord, as far as honesty.
IIonesty! — 'T is a stale and musty phrase ;
At least at court: and why should we be traitors
To the strong tyrant Custom ?
My lord Fazio -
Oh, said I my lord Fazio ?-— thou 'lt betray me:
The bride-the wife-she that I mean-My lord,
I am nor splenetic nor envious;
But 't is a name I dare not trust my lips with.
Bianca, oh Bianca is her name ; What mean ye, lady ? — thou bewilder'st me.
The mild Bianca, the soft fond Bianca.
Oh to that name, e'en in the Church of God,
I pledged a solemn faith.
Within that Church
Barren and solitary my sad name
That her cold bridegroom Solitude: and yet
Her right - ere she had seen you, we had loved,
Because the dregs may have a smack of bitter? Fastens upon it with a viper’s fang,
Why should that pale and clinging consequence
Thrust itself ever 't wixt us and our joys ?
My lord, 't is well our convent walls are high,
A veil! a veil! why Florence will be dark
At noonday: or thy beauty will fire up,
The dull dead flux to so intense a brilliance, Over llell gates Hope comes not here?” Where ”T will look like one of those rich purple clouds hope
On the pavilion of the setting sun.
My lord, I've a poor banquet here within;
FAZIO. Wouldst thou leave Nattery thy last ravishing sound
Ay, wine, wine! ay, wine! l'pon mine ears ? — 'Tis kind, 't is fatally kind.
I'll drown thee, thou officious preacher, here! (Clasp
ing his forehead.)
The man with a brief name; 't was gaming, dicing,
Riotously drinking.-Oh it was not there;
'Twas any where but there-or if it was,
Why like a sly and creeping adder sting me
With thy black ridings ?--Nay, nay : good my friend ; BIANCA
Here's money for those harsh intemperate words.Not all the night, not all the long, long night, But he's not there; 't was some one of the gallants, Not come to me! not send to me! not think on me! With dress and stature like my Fazio. Like an unrighteous and unburied ghost,
Thou wert mistaken :-no, no; 't was not Fazio. I wander up and down these long arcades. Oh, in our old poor narrow home, if haply
It grieves me much, but, lady, 't is my fear
Thou'll find it but too true.
Hence! hence! Avaunt, Of the green lattice, the grey curtains' folds,
With thy cold courteous face! Thou seest I'm The hangings of the bed myself had wrought,
wretched : Yea, e'en his black and iron crucibles,
Doth it content thee? Gaze-gaze!-perchance Were to me as iny friends. But here, oh here,
Ye would behold the bare and bleeding heart, Where all is coldiy, comforilessly costly,
With all its throbs, its agonies.-Oh Fazio ! All strange, all new in uncouth gorgeousness,
Oh Fazio! is her smile more sweet than mine? Lofty and long, a wider space for misery –
Or her soul fonder?-Fazio, my lord Fazio ! E'en ny own footsteps on these marble floors
Before the face of man mine own, mine only; Are marcuriom'd unfamiliar sounds.
Before the face of Heaven Bianca's Fazio, Oh, I am here so wearily miserable,
Not Aldabella's.-- Ah, that I should live That I should welcome my apostate Fazio, 'Though he were fresh from Allabella's arms.
To question it ! - Now, henceforth allour joy's, Her arins! - her viper coil! --I had forsu orn
Our delicate indearments, are all poison'd. That thought; lest he should come, and find me mad, Ay! if he speak my name with his tond voice,
It will be with the same tone that in her And so go back again, and I not know it.
lle murinard hers:-it will be, or 'I will seem so. Oh that I were a child to play with toys,
If he embrace me. 'I will be with those arms
In which he folded her: and if he kiss me,
He'll pause, and think which of the two is sweeter
Nay, good my larly, give not entertainment I went in to my children. The first sounds
To such sick fancies; Think on lighter mallers. Thep murmur'd in their evil-dreaming sleep
I heard strange neus abrond : the Duke's ju council Was a Cuni mimicry of the name of father.
Debating on the draih of old Bartolo, I could not kiss them, my lips were so hot.
The grey lean ust'rer. Ile's been long abroad, Thierry household sin ves are leagued against me, And died, they think. Ando beset ine with their wicked floutings,
BIANCA • Comes my lord home to-night?" -- and when I say,
Well, sir, and what of that? "I knw no:," their coarse pity makes my heart. And have I not the privilege of sorrow.
Without a menial's staring eve upon me?
And tell them where to shrink, and where to parse ? Var, 1x ll ut with thy lips, not with thy visage. Officious slave, away! -(Exil.) — 11! ahat saidst TH.. raven, croak it out if it be evil:
thou? If it ther. I ll fail and worship thee;
Bartolo's death' and the Duke in his council !-. is the office and she ministry of goods
I'll rend him from her, thongh she wine around him, TV's good tidings to distracted spirits.
Like the vine round the elm. I'll pluck him ofl,
Though the life crack at parting -No, no pause ; List night my lord did feast
For if there is, I shall be lame and timorons:
That milk-faced merey will come whimpering to me
Speak it at once -- And I shall sit and meekly, miserably hure? wher?! -- I'll wring it from thy lips. - Weep o'er my wrongs. -- lla! that her soul were Whacre! where!
And fervent as mine own! I would give worlds Luy, at the Marchesa Vidabella's.
To see her as he's rent and rack'd from her.
Oh, but she's cold; she cannot, will not feel
Will be a drop to my consummate agony.--"Twar with the wild rich snator-him-him-him- Away, away: Oh had I wings to wast me!