_Cam._ In this you confess The malice of your disposition. As You were a man, you stood bound to lament it; And not, in flattery of your false hopes, To glory in it. When good men pursue The path mark'd out by virtue, the blest saints With joy look on it, and seraphic angels Clap their celestial wings in heavenly plaudits, To see a scene of grace so well presented, The fiends, and men made up of envy, mourning. Whereas now, on the contrary, as far As their divinity can partake of passion, With me they weep, beholding a fair temple, Built in Bertoldo's loyalty, turn'd to ashes By the flames of his inconstancy, the damn'd Rejoicing in the object.--'Tis not well In you, Adorni. _Ador._ What a temper dwells In this rare virgin! [_Aside._] Can you pity him, That hath shown none to you? _Cam._ I must not be Cruel by his example. You, perhaps, Expect now I should seek recovery Of what I have lost, by tears, and with bent knees Beg his compassion. No; my towering virtue, From the assurance of my merit, scorns To stoop so low. I'll take a nobler course, And, confident in the justice of my cause, The king his brother, and new mistress, judges, Ravish him from her arms. You have the contract, In which he swore to marry me? _Ador._ 'Tis here, madam. _Cam._ He shall be, then, against his will, my husband; And when I have him, I'll so use him!--Doubt not, But that, your honesty being unquestion'd, This writing, with your testimony, clears all. _Ador._ And buries me in the dark mists of error. _Cam._ I'll presently to court; pray you, give order For my caroch[165]. [_Exit_ ADORNI.] My good angel help me, In these my extremities! _Re-enter_ SYLLI. _Syl._ If you e'er will see brave sight, Lose it not now. Bertoldo and the duchess Are presently to be married: there's such pomp And preparation! _Cam._ If I marry, 'tis This day, or never. _Syl._ Why, with all my heart; Though I break this, I'll keep the next oath I make, And then it is quit. _Cam._ Follow me to my cabinet; You know my confessor, father Paulo? _Syl._ Yes: shall he Do the feat for us? _Cam._ I will give in writing Directions to him, and attire myself Like a virgin bride; and something I will do, That shall deserve men's praise and wonder too. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTE: [165] _Caroch_,] i. e. _a large coach_. Coaches are said to have been first brought into England in 1564, by William Booner, a Dutchman, who became coachman to Queen Elizabeth.--NARES. SCENE II. _The same. A State-room in the Palace._ _Loud music. Enter_ ROBERTO, BERTOLDO, AURELIA, FERDINAND, ASTUTIO, GONZAGA, RODERIGO, JACOMO, PIERIO, _a Bishop, and Attendants_.