The Tragedy of
If one could find the father now: but that
Time will discover; Old Castruccio
I'th' morning poasts to Rome; by him I'll send
A Letter, that shall make her brothers Galls
Ore-flowe their Livours, this was a thrifty way.
Though Lust doe masque in nea'r so strange disguise,
She's oft found witty, but is never wise.
SCENA. IIII.
Cardinall, and Julia, Servant, and Delio.
Card.
Sit: thou art my best of wishes, pre-thee tell me
What tricke didst thou invent to come to Rome,
Without thy husband?
Jul.
Why, (my Lord) I told him
I came to visit an old Anchorite
Heare, for devotion.
Card.
Thou art a witty false one:
I meane to him.
Jul.
You have prevailed with me
Beyond my strongest thoughts: I would not now
Find you inconstant.
Card.
Doe not put thy selfe
To such a voluntary torture: which proceedes
Out of your owne guilt.
Jul,
How (my Lord?)
Card.
Sooth generally for woemen;
A man might strive to make glasse male-able,
Ere he should make them fixed.
Jul.
So, (my Lord)
Card.
We had need goe borrow that fantastique glasse,
Invented by Galileo the Florentine,
To view another spacious world i'th' Moone,
And
