Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 9 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
La mia mala fortuna m'ha fatto d'avenire cosa che meglio sarebbe ch'io non fussi nata, m'incresce non poter attenderui la promessa, ma piú mi duole, che mi sia tolta la commodita del vedervi, perô se m'amate, non passate may piú di qua, perch sarete causa della mia rovina. This is strange upon strange, your days are out worn, " My fortune is such, that it had been better for me I had never been borne. I am sorry that I can not stand to my word: " And more sorry, that fortune to me will not your presence afford. Sith I am robbed of your company whom most I desire: " If you love me come no more this way, for breeding my trouble, and kindling of fire. Here is a sleeveless answer with all my heart, You have your errand Sir, now when you will you may depart. It cannot be, but that Victoria hath another love: Therefore I purpose presently, her privy sleights to prove. You are the fearfullest gentleman that ever I knew: It is impossible that should be true. Your own doubtfulness tangles you still in the briars, Did I never teach you: That a woman denies that in show, which in deed she desires. Are all those horrible oaths which so oft she hath sworn, Any likelihood that she would leave you forlorn? Remember her tears and her pitiful looks: If she love you not still, I dare burn my books. No no, her oaths and tears, and looks, and all thou canst repeat Were but as shadows finely cast, to cover her deceit. But sith I find her as she is, I will revenge the wrong: Or die the death in this attempt, because I live too long. You are to hasty a Soldier, too the battle to go, If you will be revenged ere your enemy you know. Mine enemies I purpose straight to try, Hide thee within some privy corner here: Be diligent to mark who passeth by, And if that any other man appear Either to enter, or to issue out, Mark what he is, and put me out of doubt. Farewell Sir, commit the care to my hand, As close as I can, in this place I will stand. Unseen unto any, yet viewing of all: A pretty scout set to take a knave in a pitfall. Yonder come some, whatsoever they be, Stand close Pedante, that nobody see. A rope on these passengers, I am in a miserable plight, I think I shall not get out of this place this night. 'tis almost one o'clock, the fittest hour to bind the Sprites: And compass every thing, that best may further your delights. Then let us go. O che cricca di vacche? What cattle have we hear? Be they women, or devils in the likeness of women that appear? Mistress take heed we be not spied, for that may breed us harm: No, no, but like a sort of Nuns unto the Church we swarm. Enter the Chapel, we will make as though we meant to pray:
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La mia mala fortuna m'ha fatto d'auenire cosa che meglio sarebbe ch'io non fussi nata, m'incresce non poter attenderui la promessa, ma piú mi duole, che mi sia tolta la commodita del vederui, perô se m'amate, non passate mai piú di qua, perche sarete causa della mia rouina. This is strange vpon strange, your dayes are out worne, "My fortune is such, that it had béen better for mée I had neuer béen borne. "I am sory that I can not stand to my woord: "And more sory, that fortune to mée will not your presence affoord. "Sith I am rob'd of your company whome moste I desire: "If you looue mée come no more this way, for bréeding my trouble, and kindling of fier. Héer is a sléeueles aunswer with all my hart, You haue your errand Sir, now when you wil you may departe. ¶It cannot bée, but that Victoria hath an other looue: Therfore I purpose presently, her priuie sleights to prooue. ¶You are the fearfullest gentleman that euer I knewe: It is impossible that should be true. Your owne doubtfulnes tangles you still in the briers, Did I neuer teach you: That a woman denies that in showe, which in deed shée desires. Are all those horrible othes which so oft shée hath sworne, Any likelihode that shée would leaue you forlorne? Remember her teares and her pitifull lookes: If shée looue you not still, I dare burne my bookes. ¶No no, her othes and teares, and lookes, and all thou canst repeat Were but as shadowes finely cast, to couer her deceit. But sith I finde her as shée is, I will reuenge the wrong: Or dye the death in this attempt, because I liue too long. ¶You are to hasty a Soldier, too the battaile to goe, If you will be reuenged ere your enemy you knowe. ¶Mine enemies I purpose straight to try, Hide thée within some priuie corner héer: Be dilligent to mark who passeth by, And if that any other man appéere Either to enter, or to issue out, Mark what he is, and put mée out of doubt. ¶Farwell Sir, commit the care to my hande, As close as I can, in this place I wil stand. Unseen vnto any, yet vewing of all: A pretty scowte set to take a knaue in a pit-fall. Yonder come some, whatsouer they bée, Stand close Pedante, that no body sée. ¶A rope on these passengers, I am in a miserable plight, I think I shall not get out of this place this night. ¶Tis almoste one a clock, the fittest houre to binde the Sprites: And compas euery thing, that best may further your delights. ¶Then let vs goe. ¶O che cricca di vacche? What cattell haue we heare? Be they women, or deuils in the likenes of women that appeare? ¶Mistres take héed we be not spide, for that may bréed vs harme: ¶No, no, but like a sorte of Nunnes vnto the Church we swarme. ¶Enter the Chappell, we will make as though we ment to pray: