The great Duke of Florence A comicall historie. As it hath beene often presented with good allowance by her Maties Servants at the Phœnix in Drurie Lane. Written by Philip Massinger.

Actus secundi Scaena secunda.

• Bernardo.
• Caponi.
• Petruchio.

Bernardo.

IS my Lord stirring?

Caponi.

No; He's fast.

Petruchio.

Let us take then Our morning draught. Such as eate store of Beefe, Mutton, and Capons, may preserve their healths With that thin composition call'd small Beere, As 'tis said they doe in England. But Italians That think when they have sup'd upon an Olive, A Root, or bunch of Raysins, 'tis a Feast, Must kill those cludities, rising from cold hearbs, With hot and lusty wines.

Caponi.

A happinesse Those Tramontaines ne're casted.

Bernardo.

Have they not Store of wine there?

Caponi.

Yes, and drink more in two houres Then the Dutchmen, or the Dane in foure and twenty.

Petru.

But what is't? French trash, made of rotten grapes

And dregs, and lees of Spaine, with Welch Metheglyn, A drench to kill a horse, but this pure Nectar Being proper to our climate, is too fine To brook the roughnesse of the Sea. The spirit Of this begets in us quick apprehensions And active executions, whereas their Grosse feeding makes their understanding like it. They can fight, and that's their all.

They drink.

Sanazarro.

Security

Enter Sanazarro. A servant.

Dwells about this house I think, the gate's wide open, And not a servant stirring. See the horses Set up, and cloath'd.

Servant.

I shall Sir.

Sanazarro.

I'll make bold To presse a little further.

Bernardo.

Who is this, Count Sanazarro?

Petruchio.

Yes, I know him. Quickly Remove the Flaggon.

Sanazarro.

A good day to you friends. Nay, doe not conceale your Physick, I approve it, And if you please will be a Patient with you.

Petruchio.

My noble Lord.

Drinks.

Sanazarro.

A health to yours. Well done, I see you love your selves. And I commend you 'Tis the best wisedome.

Petruchio.

May it please your Honour To walk a turne in the Gallery, I ll acquaint My Lord with your being here.

Exit Petruchio.

Sanazarro.

Tell him I come For a Visit onely. 'Tis a hansome pile this.

Exit Sanazarro.

Caponi.

Why here is a brave fellow, and a right one, Nor wealth, nor greatnesse makes him proud.

Bernar.

There are too few of them, for most of our new Courtlers (Whose Fathers were familiar with the prices Of oyle, and corne, with when and to where to vent 'em) And left their heires rich from their knowledge that way) Like gourds shot up in a night, disclaine to speake

But to cloath of Tissue.

Ent. Car. Charom. in a night-Gown. Petruchio following.

Carol.

Stand you prating, knaves, When such a guest is under my roofe? See all The roomes perfum'd. This is the man that carries The sway, and swinge of the Court; and I had rather Preserve him mine with honest offices, then. — But I'll make no comparisons. Bid my daughter Trim her selfe up to the height, I know this Courtier Must have a smack at her, and perhaps by his place Expects to wriggle further. If he does I shall deceive his hopes, for I'll not taint My Honour for the Dukedome. Which way went he?

Caponi.

To the round Gallerie.

Carolo.

I will entertaine him. As fits his worth, and quality, but no farther.

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