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COR. How like you this first exploit of his?
MIT. O, a piece of true envy; but I expect the issue of the other device.
COR. Here they come will make it appear.
SCENE II. -- AN APARTMENT IN THE PALACE.
ENTER SAVIOLINA, PUNTARVOLO, FASTIDIOUS BRISK, AND FUNGOSO.
SAV. Why, I thought, sir Puntarvolo, you had been gone your voyage?
PUNT. Dear and most amiable lady, your divine beauties do bind me to those offices, that I cannot depart when I would.
SAV. 'Tis most court-like spoken, sir; but how might we do to have a sight of your dog and cat?
FAST. His dog is in the court, lady.
SAV. And not your cat? how dare you trust her behind you, sir.
PUNT. Troth, madam, she hath sore eyes, and she doth keep her chamber; marry, I have left her under sufficient guard there are two of my followers to attend her.
SAV. I'll give you some water for her eyes. When do you go, sir?
PUNT. Certes, sweet lady, I know not.
FAST. He doth stay the rather, madam, to present your acute judgment with so courtly and well parted a gentleman as yet your ladys.h.i.+p hath never seen.
SAV. What is he, gentle monsieur Brisk? not that gentleman?
[POINTS TO FUNGOSO.
FAST. No, lady, this is a kinsman to justice Silence.
PUNT. Pray, sir, give me leave to report him. He's a gentleman, lady, of that rare and admirable faculty, as, I protest, I know not his like in Europe; he is exceedingly valiant, an excellent scholar, and so exactly travelled, that he is able, in discourse, to deliver you a model of any prince's court in the world; speaks the languages with that purity of phrase, and facility of accent, that it breeds astonishment; his wit, the most exuberant, and, above wonder, pleasant, of all that ever entered the concave of this ear.
FAST. 'Tis most true, lady; marry, he is no such excellent proper man.
PUNT. His travels have changed his complexion, madam.
SAV. O, sir Puntarvolo, you must think every man was not born to have my servant Brisk's feature.
PUNT. But that which transcends all, lady; he doth so peerlessly imitate any manner of person for gesture, action, pa.s.sion, or whatever --
FAST. Ay, especially a rustic or a clown, madam, that it is not possible for the sharpest-sighted wit in the world to discern any sparks of the gentleman in him, when he does it.
SAV. O, monsieur Brisk, be not so tyrannous to confine all wits within the compa.s.s of your own; not find the sparks of a gentleman in him, if he be a gentleman!
FUNG. No, in truth, sweet lady, I believe you cannot.
SAV. Do you believe so? why, I can find sparks of a gentleman in you, sir.
PUNT. Ay, he is a gentleman, madam, and a reveller.
FUNG. Indeed, I think I have seen your ladys.h.i.+p at our revels.
SAV. Like enough, sir; but would I might see this wonder you talk of; may one have a sight of him for any reasonable sum?
PUNT. Yes, madam, he will arrive presently.
SAV. What, and shall we see him clown it?
FAST. I'faith, sweet lady, that you shall; see, here he comes.
ENTER MACILENTE AND SOGLIARDO.
PUNT. This is he! pray observe him, lady.
SAV. Beshrew me, he clowns it properly indeed.
PUNT. Nay, mark his courts.h.i.+p.
SOG. How does my sweet lady? hot and moist? beautiful and l.u.s.ty? ha!
SAV. Beautiful, an it please you, sir, but not l.u.s.ty.
SOG. O ho, lady, it pleases you to say so, in truth: And how does my sweet lady? in health? 'Bonaroba, quaeso, que novelles? que novelles?'
sweet creature!
SAV. O excellent! why, gallants, is this he that cannot be deciphered?
they were very blear-witted, i'faith, that could not discern the gentleman in him.
PUNT. But you do, in earnest, lady?
SAV. Do I sir! why, if you had any true court-judgment in the carriage of his eye, and that inward power that forms his countenance, you might perceive his counterfeiting as clear as the noon-day; alas -- nay, if you would have tried my wit, indeed, you should never have told me he was a gentleman, but presented him for a true clown indeed; and then have seen if I could have deciphered him.
FAST. 'Fore G.o.d, her ladys.h.i.+p says true, knight: but does he not affect the clown most naturally, mistress?
PUNT. O, she cannot but affirm that, out of the bounty of her judgment.
SAV. Nay, out of doubt he does well, for a gentleman to imitate: but I warrant you, he becomes his natural carriage of the gentleman, much better than his clownery.
FAST. 'Tis strange, in truth, her ladys.h.i.+p should see so far into him!
PUNT. Ay, is it not?
SAV. Faith, as easily as may be; not decipher him, quoth you!
FUNG. Good sadness, I wonder at it
MACI. Why, has she deciphered him, gentlemen?