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Scaena Tertia.
Enter (to a Banquet) Dutchess, Syenna, Lords, Attendants.
Dutch.
Your Grace shall now perceive how much we honor ye
••nd in what dear regard we hold your friendship:
••ill you sit Sir, and grace this homely Banquet?
Sy.
Madam, to your poor friend, you are too magnificent.
Dutch.
To the Dukes health, and all the joyes I wish him,
••et no man miss this cup: have we no Musick?
Sy.
Your noble favours still you heap upon me,
••ut where's my virtuous Mistriss, such a Feast,
••nd not her sparkling beauty here to bless it?
Methinks it should not be, it shews not fully.
Dutch.
Young Ladies Sir; are long, and curious
•• putting on their trims, forget how day goes,
••nd then 'tis their good morrow when they are ready:
Go some and call her, and wait upon her hither,
Tell her the Duke and I desire her company:
•• warrant ye, a hundred dressings now
••he has survey'd, this, and that fashion look'd on,
••or Ruffs and Gowns; cast this away, these Jewels
••uited to these and these knots: o' my life Sir,
••he fears your curious eye will soon discover else:
Why stand ye still, why gape ye on one another?
Did I not bid ye go, and tell my Daughter?
Are ye nailed here? nor stir? nor speak? who am I,
And who are you?
1 Lord.
Pardon me, gracious Lady,
The fear to tell you that you would not hear of
Makes us all dumb, the Princess is gone, Madam.
Dutch.
Gone? whither gone? some wiser fellow answer me
2 Lord.
We sought the Court all over, and believe Lady
No news of where she is, nor how convey'd hence.
Dutch.
It cannot be, it must not be.
1 Lord.
'Tis true, Madam,
No room in all the Court, but we search'd through it,
Her women found her want first, and they cry'd to us.
Dutch.
Gone? stol'n away? I am abus'd, dishonour'd,
Sy.
'Tis I that am abus'd, 'tis I dishonour'd.
Is this your welcome, this your favour to me?
To foist a trick upon me, this trick too,
To cheat me of my love? Am I not worthy?
Or since I was your guest, am I grown odious?
Dutch.
Your Grace mistakes me, as I have a life, Sir.
Sy.
And I another, I will never bear this,
Never endure this dor.
Dutch.
But hear me patiently.
Sy.
Give me my Love.
Dutch.
As soon as care can find her,
And all care shall be used.
Sy.
And all my care too,
To be reveng'd; I smell the trick, 'tis too rank,
Fie, how it smells o' th' Mother.
Dutch.
You wrong me, Duke.
Sy.
For this disgrace ten thousand Florentines
Shall pay their dearest bloods, and dying curse ye,
And so I turn away your mortal enemy. Exit.
Duc.
Since ye are so high and hot Sir, ye have half arm'd us,
Be careful of the Town, of all the Castles,
And see supplies of Soldiers every where,
And Musters for the Field when he invites us,
For he shall know 'tis not high words can fright us,
My Daughter gone? has she so finely cozen'd me?
This is for Silvio's sake sure, Oh cunning false one;
Publish a Proclamation thorough the Dukedom.
That whosoe'er can bring to th' Court young Silvio,
Alive or dead, beside our thanks and favour,
Shall have two thousand Duckets for his labour;
See it dispatch'd, and sent in haste: Oh base one. Exeunt.