| What’s this? Oh ’tis the charm her hagship gave me |
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| For my duchess’ obstinate woman, wound about |
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| A threepenny silk ribbon of three colours: |
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| [Reads] Necte tribus nodis ternos, Amoretta, colores. |
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| Amoretta – why there’s her name indeed – |
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| Necte, Amoretta – again, two bouts – |
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| Nodo et ‘Veneris’ die ‘vincula necte’ – |
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| Nay, if Veneris be one, I’m sure there’s no dead flesh in’t. |
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| If I should undertake to construe this now, |
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| I should make a fine piece of work of it; |
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| For few young gallants are given to good construction |
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| Of anything – hardly of their best friends’ wives, |
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| Sisters or nieces. Let me see what I can do now. |
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| Necte tribus nodis – Nick of the tribe of noddies – |
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| Ternos colores – that makes turned colours – |
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| Nodo et Veneris – goes to his venery like a noddy – |
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| Die Vincula – with Dick the vintner’s boy. |
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| Here were a sweet charm now if this were the meaning |
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| on’t, and very likely to overcome an honourable gentlewoman. |
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| The whoreson old hellcat would have given me |
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| the brain of a cat once in my handkercher – I bad her |
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| make sauce with’t, with a vengeance! – and a little bone |
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| in the nethermost part of a wolf’s tail – I bad her pick |
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| her teeth with’t, with a pestilence! Nay, this is somewhat |
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| cleanly yet and handsome; a coloured ribbon – a fine, |
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| gentle charm – a man may give’t his sister, his brother’s |
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| wife, ordinarily. |
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| Enter AMORETTA |
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| See, here she comes, luckily. |
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| AMORETTA |
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| Blessed powers, what secret sin have I committed |
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| That still you send this punishment upon me? |
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| ALMACHILDES |
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| ’Tis but a gentle punishment, so take it. |
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| [ALMACHILDES embraces AMORETTA, using this as a cover for tucking the ribbon ‘in her bosom’] |
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| AMORETTA |
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| Why, sir, what mean you? Will you ravish me? |
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| ALMACHILDES |
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| What in the gallery? And the sun peep in? |
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| There’s fitter time and place. [Aside] ’Tis in her bosom now. |
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| AMORETTA |
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| Go, you’re the rudest thing e’er came at court. |
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| ALMACHILDES |
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| Well, well; I hope you’ll tell me another tale |
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| Ere you be two hours older. A rude thing? |
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| I’ll make you eat your word – I’ll make all split else. |
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| Exit |
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| AMORETTA |
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| Nay, now I think on’t better, I’m to blame too. |
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| There’s not a sweeter gentleman in court – |
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| Nobly descended too, and dances well. |
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| Beshrew my heart, I’ll take him when there’s time; |
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| He will be catched up quickly. The duchess says |
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| She’s some employment for him and has sworn me |
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| To use my best art in’t. Life of my joys, |
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| There were good stuff! I will not trust her with him. |
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| I’ll call him back again. He must not keep |
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| Out of my sight so long; I shall grow mad then. |
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| Enter DUCHESS |
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| DUCHESS |
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| [Aside] He lives not now to see tomorrow spent, |
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| If this means take effect, as there’s no hardness in’t. |
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| Last night he played his horrid game again, |
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| Came to my bedside at the full of midnight, |
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| And in his hand that fatal, fearful cup, |
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| Waked me and forced me pledge him, to my trembling, |
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| And my dead father’s scorn. That wounds my sight, |
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| That his remembrance should be raised in spite. |
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| But either his confusion or mine ends it. |
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| [To AMORETTA] Oh Amoretta hast thou met him yet? |
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| Speak, wench, hast done that for me? |
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| AMORETTA What, good madam? |
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| DUCHESS |
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| Destruction of my hopes! Dost ask that now? |
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| Didst thou not swear to me, out of thy hate |
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| To Almachildes, thou’dst dissemble him |
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| A loving entertainment and a meeting |
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| Where I should work my will? |
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| AMORETTA Good madam, pardon me. |
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| A loving entertainment I do protest |
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| Myself to give him – with all speed I can too! |
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| But as I’m yet a maid, a perfect one, |
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| As the old time was wont to afford when |
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| There was few tricks and little cunning stirring, |
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| I can dissemble none that will serve your turn; |
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| He must have e’en a right one and a plain one. |
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| DUCHESS |
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| Thou mak’st me doubt thy health. Speak, art thou well? |
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| AMORETTA |
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| Oh never better, if he would make haste |
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| And come back quickly! He stays now too long. |
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| [The ribbon falls from AMORETTA’S clothes] |
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| DUCHESS |
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| [Aside] I’m quite lost in this woman. What’s that fell |
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| Out of her bosom now? Some love-token? |
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| [DUCHESS picks up ribbon] |
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| AMORETTA |
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| Nay, I’ll say that for him: he’s the uncivilest gentleman |
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| And every way desertless. |
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| DUCHESS [Aside] Who’s that now |
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| She discommends so fast? |
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| AMORETTA I could not love him, madam, |
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| Of any man in court. |
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| DUCHESS What’s he now, prithee? |
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| AMORETTA |
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| Who should it be but Almachildes, madam? |
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| I never hated man so deeply yet. |
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| DUCHESS |
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| As Almachildes? |
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| AMORETTA I am sick, good madam, |
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| When I but hear him named. |
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| DUCHESS How is this possible? |
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| But now thou saidst thou lovedst him and didst raise him |
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| ’Bove all the court in praises. |
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| AMORETTA How great people |
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| May speak their pleasure madam! But surely I |
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| Should think the worse of my tongue while I lived then. |
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| DUCHESS |
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| No longer have I patience to forbear thee, |
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| Thou that retain’st an envious soul to goodness! |
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| He is a gentleman deserves as much |
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| As ever fortune yet bestowed on man: |
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| The glory and prime lustre of our court. |
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| Nor can there any but ourself be worthy of him – |
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| And take you notice of that now from me, |
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| Say you have warning on’t. If you did love him, |
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| You must not now. |
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| AMORETTA Let your grace never fear it. |
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| DUCHESS |
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| Thy name is Amoretta, as ours is; |
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| ’T has made me love and trust thee. |
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| AMORETTA And my faithfulness |
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| Has appeared well i’th’ proof still, has’t not madam? |
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| DUCHESS |
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| But if’t fail now, ’tis nothing. |
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| AMORETTA Then it shall not. |
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| I know he will not be long from fluttering |
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| About this place, now he’s had a sight of me, and I’ll perform |
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| In all that I vowed, madam, faithfully. |
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| DUCHESS |
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| Then am I blessed both in revenge and love, |
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| And thou shalt taste the sweetness. Exit |
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| AMORETTA What your aims be |
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| I list not to inquire. All I desire |
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| Is to preserve a competent honesty |
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| Both for mine own and his use that shall have me, |
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| Whose luck soe’er it be. |
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