_Coz._ Pray you, tell us, And truly, we command you--Did you never Observe she was given to drink? _Char._ To drink, sir! _Coz._ Dare you trust your own eyes, if you find her now More than distemper'd? _Char._ I will pull them out, sir, If your grace can make this good. And if you please To grant me liberty, as she is I'll fetch her, And in a moment. _Coz._ Look you do, and fail not, On the peril of your head. _Char._ Drunk!--She disdains it. [_Exit._ _Coz._ Such contrarieties were never read of. Charomonte is no fool; nor can I think His confidence built on sand. We are abused, 'Tis too apparent. _Re-enter_ CHAROMONTE, _with_ LIDIA. _Lid._ I am indisposed, sir; And that life you once tender'd, much endanger'd In forcing me from my chamber. _Char._ Here she is, sir; Suddenly sick, I grant; but sure, not drunk: Speak to my lord the duke. _Lid._ All is discover'd. [_Kneels._ _Coz._ Is this your only daughter? _Char._ And my heir, sir; Nor keep I any woman in my house (Unless for sordid offices) but one I do maintain, trimm'd up in her cast habits, To make her sport: and she, indeed, loves wine, And will take too much of it; and, perhaps, for mirth, She was presented to you. _Coz._ It shall yield No sport to the contrivers. 'Tis too plain now. Her presence does confirm what Contarino Deliver'd of her; nor can sickness dim The splendour of her beauties: being herself, then, She must exceed his praise. _Lid._ Will your grace hear me? I'm faint, and can say little. _Coz._ Here are accents Whose every syllable is musical! Pray you, let me raise you, and awhile rest here. False Sanazarro, treacherous Giovanni! But stand we talking!---- _Char._ Here's a storm soon raised. _Coz._ As thou art our subject, Charomonte, swear To act what we command. _Char._ That is an oath I long since took. _Coz._ Then, by that oath we charge thee, Without excuse, denial, or delay, To apprehend, and suddenly, Sanazarro, And our ingrateful nephew. We have said it. Do it without reply, or we pronounce thee, Like them, a traitor to us. See them guarded In several lodgings, and forbid access To all, but when we warrant. Is our will Heard sooner than obey'd? _Char._ These are strange turns; But I must not dispute them. [_Exit._ _Coz._ Be severe in 't.-- O my abused lenity! from what height Is my power fall'n! _Lid._ O me most miserable! That, being innocent, makes others guilty. Most gracious prince---- _Coz._ Pray you rise, and then speak to me.