Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 10 of 10Fletcher, John
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 10 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
_Enter_ Duke Rinaldo _with Attendants, at one door; States_,
Randulpho, _and_ Gerrard, _at another: they kneel to the Duke,_
_he accepts their obedience, and raises them up: they prefer_
Gerrard _to the Duke, who entertains him: they seat the Duke_
_in State. Enter_ Benvoglio _and_ Ferdinand: Benvoglio _kneels
for justice_; Ferd. _seems to restrein him._ Benvog. _gives_
_the Duke a paper; Duke reads, frowns on_ Gerr. _shews the
paper to the States, they seem sorry, consult, cause the_
_Guard to apprehend him; they go off with him. Then_ Rand.
_and_ Benv. _seem to crave justice; Duke vows it, and_ exit
_with his attendants._ Rand. Ben. _and_ Ferd. _confer. Enter to
them_ Cornelia _with two servants; she seems to expostulate_,
Rand. _in scorn, causeth her to be thrust out poorly._ Exit
Rand. Benv. _beckons_ Ferd. _to him (with much seeming
passion) swears him; then stamps with his foot. Enter_
Dorothea _with a Cup, weeping, she delivers it to_ Ferd. _who
with discontent_ exit; _and_ exeunt Benvoglio _and_ Dorothea.
_Enter_ Violanta.
_Viol. Gerrard_ not come? nor _Dorothy_ return'd?
What averse star rul'd my Nativity?
The time to night has been as dilatory
As languishing Consumptions. But till now
I never durst say, my _Gerrard_ was unkind.
Heaven grant all things go well; and nothing does,
If he be ill, which I much fear: my dreams
Have been portentous. I did think I saw
My Love araid for battel with a beast,
A hideous Monster, arm'd with teeth and claws,
Grinning, and venemous, that sought to make
Both us a prey: on's tail wa[s] lash'd in bloud
_Law_: and his forehead I did plainly see
Held Characters that spell'd _Authority_.
This rent my slumbers; and my fearful soul
Ran searching up and down my dismaid breast,
To find a Port t'escape. Good faith, I am cold;
But _Gerrard_'s love is colder: here I'll sit,
And think my self away.
_Enter_ Ferdinand _with a Cup and a Letter_.
_Ferd._ The peace of Love
Attend the sweet _Violanta_: Read,
For the sad news I bring, I do not know;
Only I am sworn to give you that, and this.
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