Three new playes, Viz. The noble ingratitude. A pastoral-tragi-comedy. The enchanted lovers. A pastoral. The amorous fantasme. A tragi-comedy. All written by Sir Wil. Lower Knight

SCENA SEXTA.

Alphonso, Fabritio, Isabella.

Alphonso.

Sonne, is my soule sure, or am I deceiv'd, Is this but an illusion which I see But a vaine object formed by my fancy? If so, finish my life heere with my errour? Mayst thou yet be i'th' number of the living? Fabritio, ist thy body that I see Or ist thy shadow? comest thou to fill me With joy, or with affright? come satisfie me, Let me embrace thee.

Fabritio.

I see the light, Sir, and I finde here charms, Since you esteeme my life at such a rate As to lament it lost; not but as injur'd By love and fortune, they should not doe to me A favour to deprive me of the light;

But though they should oblige me very much, In the condition wherein my soule Is now, to quench my feirce flame with my blood, And though my blood thus shed would make my fortune, More sweet, I would conserve it, since tis yours.

Alphonso.

How comes it that thou hast so strong a hatred For life? thou canst not doubt Climenes love; The passion of the Duke alarumes thee Too much; if thou lou'st much, thou art no lesse Belou'd.

Fabritio.

A faire appearance oftentimes Beareth false wittnes, I assur'd my selfe Too much of her fidelitie, and though I could doubt the report my senses made me, I have too sure a testimonie of her Perfidiousnes, since her owne mouth confirm'd it: She entertain'd in amourous discourse My happie Rivall with so passionate An air, that I forgate both my respect Vnto the Duke, and the care of my life, In uttering my despight; the Duke possess'd Strongly with love and hate, gave expresse order Vnto his Guards to kill me; but I knowing That my defence then was unprofitable, Vnder a dark porch sought my sanctuarie, Whilst an unfortunate stranger walking that way They took to apprehend me in the darke, Was suddenlie environ'd with the Guards, And peirced through with halbards. assoone as Those murtherers were gone, to draw my life Out of such hazards, and to make this errour More probable, I took the bloodie cloaths Of that deplorable body, and was readie

To leave it mine, having cast his into The current of the river, when a noyse Of voices crossing my designe, I was Constrain'd to leave that body naked and Without life, to come speedilie to you▪ And to advertise you of this event.

Alphonso.

I feare the issue of this blest succsse; Know that the Duke boasts of thy death alreadie, He thinkes it just, which maketh me to judge That thy preserved life is still in danger; If thou desirest to obey thy Father, Stay not a minute here, but seek thy safety In sudden absence.

Fabritio.

But What! must I leave Climene?

Alphonso.

She hath left thee, her example Shewes thee the way to infidelitie; If to betray a person that doth love us Be a base act, to love one that betrayes us, Is no lesse weaknes.

Fabritio.

I am stil a Lovet, Though an abused Lover, and she hath. More beautie then injustice, her crime puts No fearful object in her eyes and countenance. Although she cease to love, she ceaseth not To be belov'd, and my heart charm'd by her, Deceives it selfe, if it thinks to be able To hate her, though she hath betrayed it.

Alphonso.

I finde that absence is the onelie remedie For this disease, tis fitt thy passion yeild To my desires; fly through obedience,

Or through resentment, oh assure thy safety By thy remove, tis that which I desire.

Fabritio.

And which I feare.

Alphonso.

That matters not.

Fabritio.

But Sir —

Alphonso.

But I command it thee: for feare to be Perceiv'd, goe forth without attendance and Without noyse unto Carlos house, and there Passe the rest of the night; to morrow earlie Before the day break, take the way to Florence, VVhere I have many Friēds that will defend thee. In the meane time I'le send thee by a friend A horse and money for thy journey; haste.

Fabritio.

My Sister.

Alphonso.

Add not to my miserie By sad regretts: be gone, be gone; adiew; Let me embrace thee, I deprive my selfe Of my most deare support, but though I lose thee, Tis with intent to save thee.

— Exit Fabritio.