_Giov._ Could I find now The princess Fiorinda, and persuade her To be silent in the suit that I moved to her, All were secure. _Sanaz._ In that, my lord, I'll aid you. _Coz._ We will be private; leave us. [_Exeunt all but_ COZIMO. All my studies And serious meditations aim no further Than this young man's good. He was my sister's son, And she was such a sister, when she lived, I could not prize too much; nor can I better Make known how dear I hold her memory, Than in my cherishing the only issue Which she hath left behind her. Who's that? _Enter_ FIORINDA. _Fior._ Sir. _Coz._ My fair charge! you are welcome to us. _Fior._ I have found it, sir. _Coz._ All things go well in Urbin. _Fior._ Your gracious care to me, an orphan, frees me From all suspicion that my jealous fears Can drive into my fancy. _Coz._ The next summer, In our own person, we will bring you thither, And seat you in your own. _Fior._ When you think fit, sir. But, in the mean time, with your highness' pardon, I am a suitor to you. _Coz._ Name it, madam, With confidence to obtain it. _Fior._ That you would please To lay a strict command on Charomonte, To bring his daughter Lidia to the court: And pray you, think, sir, that 'tis not my purpose To employ her as a servant, but to use her As a most wish'd companion. _Coz._ Ha! your reason? _Fior._ The hopeful prince, your nephew, sir, hath given her To me for such an abstract of perfection In all that can be wish'd for in a virgin, As beauty, music, ravishing discourse, Quickness of apprehension, with choice manners And learning too, not usual with women, That I am much ambitious (though I shall Appear but as a foil to set her off) To be by her instructed, and supplied In what I am defective. _Coz._ Did my nephew Seriously deliver this? _Fior._ I assure your grace, With zeal and vehemency; and, even when, With his best words, he strived to set her forth, (Though the rare subject made him eloquent,) He would complain, all he could say came short Of her deservings. _Coz._ Pray you have patience. [_Walks aside._ This was strangely carried.--Ha! are we trifled with? Dare they do this? Is Cozimo's fury, that Of late was terrible, grown contemptible? Well; we will clear our brows, and undermine Their secret works, though they have digg'd like moles, And crush them with the tempest of my wrath When I appear most calm. He is unfit To command others that knows not to use it[77], And with all rigour: yet my stern looks shall not Discover my intents; for I will strike When I begin to frown.----You are the mistress Of that you did demand. _Fior._ I thank your highness; But speed in the performance of the grant Doubles the favour, sir.