COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 277 �Blanf. Nor are you call'd Rivalto to that task, What our Great Master has return' d in answer, Will please the good, the gen'rous, and the just, And I so fully joyn in that decree, That this, and life shall leave me e're 'tis chang'd. �[Laying his hand on his sword �Laur. So yong! so handsome! and so much concern' d? It strikes me deeper then my last dessign, For sure in that, ther's something more then honour. �Aub. Blanfort, as neerest me in blood and duty, [Aside. 80 I first command you silence, and respect ; Next, know Rivalto, Vilmarin, and Linian, That you shall thrive no better, in this strife, Then when ye poorly from the Town retir'd, And drew your troops from off the Citty's guard, Because your clamorous councill to resign itt Was over rul'd, by all the freinds to honour. That, I forgave, but will not still be cross'd, Nor yeild my pow'r, and place, to bold intruders, Capriccio, see your guards perform their duty, 90 �And silence all that dare to interrupt us. �[Linian offers to speak, Rivalto speaks to him aside �Riv. No more, 'tis not a time to urge him farther, Leave itt to me, to fell this soaring pride, When things are ripen'd, which I have in working. �Aub. Think not my Lord, because you hear dissension That 'tis my arbitrary will prevails But know, that ere your vessel loos' d from Venice, Fame, with her thousand tongues, had told your purpose. And 'twas the states, th' assembl'd states decree, That it shou'd instantly be thus rejected 100 �Least, that a secret, and obscure debate ��� �
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