_Orl_. Th'arte bothe unfriendlie & uncharytable. Thys observation thou advysest to Would ryvett so my thoughts uppon my fate That I should be distrackt. I can observe Naughte but varyetye of mysseries Crossynge my byrthe, my blood and best endevours. I neare did good for any but great _Charles_, And the meare doing that hath still brought fourth To me some plague too heavye to be borne, But that I am reserud onlye to teach The studyed envye of mallignant starrs. If fortune be blynde, as the poetts houlde, It is with studyinge myne afflictions: But, for her standing on a roullinge stone, Theare learninge faylls theym, for she fixed stands And onlye against me. I may perhaps be tempted to print this play in full. The MS. has suffered somewhat, many lines having been cut away at the foot of some of the pages. Although the first scene is marked _Act 2, Scene 2_,[282] the play seemed to me to be complete. On the last leaf is written "Nella [Greek: phdphnr] la B." Some name is possibly concealed under these enigmatic letters; but the riddle would defy an Oedipus. The next play (leaves 136-160) is entitled _The fatal Maryage, or a second Lucreatya_. _Galeas_, on returning from the wars, crowned with praises, is requested by his widowed mother to make a journey into the province of _Parma_ to receive moneys owed by Signor _Jouanny_. On his arrival he falls in love with _Jouanny's_ daughter, _Lucretia_, runs away with her, and secretly marries her. _Galeas'_ mother, angered at the match, practises to convey _Lucretia_ to a nunnery and get her son married to an earl's daughter; but _Galeas_ defeats his mother's machinations by killing himself and _Lucretia_. There is a second plot to this odd play, but enough has been said. The meeting between _Galeas_ and _Jouanny_ is the best thing in the play:-- _Enter Galeas & Jacomo_. _Ga_. You spake with him as I comanded you? _Jac_. And had his promise to meet you presently. _Ga_. I have heard much fame of him since my arrive, His generall nature, hospitable love; His [He's?] good to all men, enemy to none. Indeed he has that perfect character Before I see him I'm in love with him. _Jac_. Hee has the fame few Cittizens deserve. _Ga_. Why, sir, few Cittizens? _Jac_. His words his bond, and does not break that bond To bankrupt others; he makes you not a library Of large monopolie to cosen all men: _Subintelligitur_, he hates to deale With such portentious othes as furr his mouth In the deliverance. _Enter Jouanny_. _Ga_. Hee comes himselfe. _Jou_. Sir _Galeas_, if I mistake not? _Ga_. I weare my fathers name, sir. _Jou_. And tis a dignity to weare that name. Whatts your affairs in _Parma_? _Ga_. To visit you, sir. _Jou_. Gladness nor sorrow never paid mans debts. --Your pleasure, sir?