the Dutchesse of Malfy.
ACTUS V. SCENA. I.
Antonio, Delio, Pescara, Julia.
Ant.
What thinke you of my hope of reconcilement
To the Aragonian brethren?
Del.
I misdoubt it
For though they have sent their letters of safe conduct
For your repaire to Millaine, they appeare
But Nets, to entrap you: The Marquis of Pescara,
Under whom you hold certaine land in Cheit,
Much 'gainst his noble nature, hath bin mou'd
To ceize those lands, and some of his dependants
Are at this instant, making it their suit
To be invested in your Revenewes.
I cannot thinke, they meane well to your life,
That doe deprive you of your meanes of life,
Your living.
Ant.
You are still an heretique.
To any safety, I can shape my selfe.
Del.
Here comes the Marquis: I will make my selfe
Petitioner for some part of your land,
To know whether it is flying.
Ant.
I pray doe.
Del.
Sir, I have a suit to you.
Pesc.
To me.
Del.
An easie one:
There is the Cittadell of St. Bennet,
With some demeasnes, of late in the possession
Of Antonio Bologna, please you bestow them on me?
Pesc.
You are my friend: But this is such a suit,
Nor fit for me to give, nor you to take.
Del.
No sir?
Pesc.
I will give you ample reason for't,
Soone in private: Here's the Cardinalls Mistris.
Jul.
My Lord, I am growne your poore Petitioner,
And should be an ill begger, had I not
A Great mans letter, here (the Cardinalls)
To Court you in my favour.
Pesc.
