The Tragedy of
Pesc.
He entreates for you
The Cittadell of Saint Bennet, that belong'd
To the banish'd Bologna.
Jul.
Yes:
Pesc.
I could not have thought of a friend, I could
Rather pleasure with it: 'tis yours:
Jul.
Sir, I thanke you:
And he shall know how doubly I am engag'd
Both in your guift, and speedinesse of giving,
Which makes your graunt, the greater. Exit.
Ant.
How they fortefie
Themselves with my ruine?
Del.
Sir: I am
Litle bound to you:
Pesc.
Why.
Del.
Because you denide this suit, to me, and gav't
To such a creature.
Pesc.
Doe you know what it was?
It was Antonios land: not forfeyted
By course of lawe; but ravish'd from his throate
By the Cardinals entreaty: it were not fit
I should bestow so maine a peece of wrong
Upon my friend: 'tis a gratification
Onely due to a Strumpet: for it is injustice;
Shall I sprinckle the pure blood of Innocents
To make those followers, I call my friends
Looke ruddier upon me? I am glad
This land, (ta'ne from the owner by such wrong)
Returnes againe unto so fowle an use,
As Salary for his Lust. Learne, (good Delio)
To aske noble things of me, and you shall find
I'll be a noble giver.
Del.
You instruct me well:
Ant
Why, here's a man, now, would fright impudence
From sawciest Beggers.
Pesc.
Prince Ferdinand's come to Millaine
Sicke (as they give out) of an Appoplexie:
But some say, 'tis a frenzie; I am going
To visite him. Exit.
Ant.
'Tis a noble old fellow:
Del.
What course doe you meane to take, Antonio?
Ant.
