Act 5, Scene II

Scene: A Room in the Palace.


Now, Gondarino, what can you put on now
That may again deceive us?
Have you more strange illusions, yet more mists,
Through which the weak eye may be led to error?
What can you say that may do satisfaction
Both for her wronged honour, and your ill?
All I can say, or may, is said already:
She is unchaste, or else I have no knowledge,
I do not breathe, nor have the use of sense.
Dare you be yet so wilful-ignorant
Of your own nakedness? Did not your servants,
In mine own hearing, confess they brought her to
That house we found her in, almost by force,
And with a great distrust of some ensuing hazard?
He that hath begun so worthily,
It fits not with his resolution
To leave off thus, my lord. I know these are
But idle proofs. What says your lordship to them?
Count, I dare yet pronounce again, thy sister is not honest.
You are yourself, my lord; I like your settledness.
Count, thou art young, and unexperienced in
The dark hidden ways of women: Thou dar'st affirm
With confidence, a lady of fifteen
May be a maid?
Sir, if it were not so,
I'd have a sister would sit near my heart.
Let her sit near her shame! it better fits her:
Call back the blood that made your stream in nearness,
And turn the current to a better use;
'Tis too much mudded; I do grieve to know it.
Dar'st thou make up again? dar'st to turn face,
Knowing we know thee?
Hast thou not been discovered openly?
Did not our ears hear her deny thy courtings?
Did we not see her blush with modest anger,
To be so overtaken by a trick?
Can you deny this, lord?
Had not your grace and her kind brother been
Within level of her eye, you should have had a hotter
Volley from her, more full of blood and fire,
Ready to leap the window where she stood;
So truly sensual is her appetite.
Sir, sir, these are but words and tricks: give me the proof!
What need a better proof than your lordship? I am sure
You have lain with her, my lord.
I have confess'd it, sir.
I dare not give thee credit, without witness.
Does your grace think we carry seconds with us,
To search us, and see fair play? Your grace hath been
Ill-tutor'd in the business! but if you hope
To try her truly, and satisfy yourself
What frailty is, give her the test:
Do not remember, count, she is your sister;
Nor let my lord the duke believe she's fair;
But put her to it, without hope or pity!
Then ye shall see that golden form fly off,
That all eyes wonder at for pure and fix'd,
And under it base blushing copper; metal
Not worth the meanest honour:
You shall behold her then, my lord, transparent, look through
Her heart, and view the spirits how they leap
And tell me then I did belie the lady.
It shall bg done!
Come, Gondarino, bear us company.
We do believe thee: she shall die, and thou shalt see it.

Enter LAZARILLO bound, two Intelligencers, and Guard.

How now, my friends? who have you guarded hither?

2 Intelligencer.
So please your grace, we have discovered a villain and a traitor: the lord Lucio hath examined him, and sent him to your grace for judgment.
My lord, I dare
Absolve him from all sin of treason: I know
His most ambition's but a dish of meat,
Which he hath hunted with so true a scent,
That he deserves the collar, not the halter.
Why do they bring him thus bound up?
The poor man had more need have some warm meat,
To comfort his cold stomach.
Your grace shall have
The cause hereafter, when you may laugh more freely.
But these are called informers; men that live by treason,
As rat-catchers do by poison.
'Would there were
No heavier prodigies hung over us
Than this poor fellow! I durst redeem all perils
Ready to pour themselves upon this state,
With a cold custard.
Your grace
Might do it, without danger to your person.
My lord, if ever I intended treason
Against your person, or the state, unless
It were by wishing from your table some dish
Of meat, which I must needs confess was not
A subject's part; or coveting by stealth
Sups from those noble bottles, that no mouth,
Keeping allegiance true, should dare to taste,—
I must confess, with more than covetous eye,
I have beheld those dear concealed dishes,
That have been brought in by cunning equipage,
To wait upon your grace's palate:
I do confess, out of this present heat,
I have had stratagems and ambuscadoes;
But, God be thanked, they have never took!
This business is your own: when you have done,
Repair to us.
I will attend your grace.—Lazarillo,
You are at liberty; be your own man again:
And, if you can, be master of your wishes;
I wish it may be so.
I humbly thank your lordship!
I must be unmannerly: I have some present business.
Once more, I heartily thank your lordship.
Now even a word or two to you, and so farewell:
You think you have deserved much of this state
By this discovery: Ye are a slavish people,
Grown subject to the common curse of all men.
How much unhappy were that noble spirit,
Could work by such base engines! What misery
Would not a knowing man put on with willingness,
Ere he see himself grown fat and full-fed,
By fall of those you rise by? I do discharge
You my attendance! Our healthful state
Needs no such reaches to suck out her blood.
1 Intelligencer.
I do beseech your lordship——
2 Intelligencer.
Good my lord——
Go, learn to be more honest! When I see
You work your means from honest industry,
I will be willing to accept your labours;
[Exeunt Intelligencers.
Till then I will keep back my promised favours.

Enter Lucio.

Here comes another remnant of folly
I must dispatch him too.—Now, lord Lucio,
What business bring you hither?

'Faith, sir, I am discovering what will become of that notable piece of treason intended by that varlet Lazarillo; I have sent him to the duke for judgment.
Sir, you have performed the part of a most careful statesman; and, let me say it to your face, sir, of a father to this state: I would wish you to retire, and insconce yourself in study; for such is your daily labour, and our fear, that your loss of an hour may breed our overthrow.
Sir, I will be commanded by your judgment: And though I find it a trouble scant to be waded through, by these weak years; yet, for the dear care of the commonwealth, I will bruise my brains, and confine myself to much vexation.
Go; and may'st thou knock down treason like an ox!