ACT FIVE
[Scene i]
Enter BEATRICE. A clock strikes one.
BEATRICE. One struck, and yet she lies byāt ā O my fears!
This strumpet serves her own ends, ātis apparent now,
Devours the pleasure with a greedy appetite,
And never minds my honour or my peace,
Makes havoc of my right; but she pays dearly forāt:
No trusting of her life with such a secret,
That cannot rule her blood to keep her promise.
Beside, I have some suspicion of her faith to me
Because I was suspected of my lord,
And it must come from her. ā Hark! By my horrors,
Another clock strikes two.
Strikes two.
Enter DE FLORES.
DE FLORES. | Pist, where are you? |
BEATRICE. De Flores?
DE FLORES. | Ay ā Is she not come from him yet? |
BEATRICE. As I am a living soul, not.
DE FLORES. | Sure the Devil |
Hath sowād his itch within her; whoād trust
A waiting-woman?
BEATRICE. | I must trust somebody. |
DE FLORES. Push, they are termagants,
Especially when they fall upon their masters
And have their ladiesā first-fruits; thāare mad whelps,
You cannot stave āem off from game royal; then
You are so harsh and hardy, ask no counsel,
And I could have helpād you to an apothecaryās daughter
Would have fallān off before eleven, and thank you too.
BEATRICE. O me, not yet? This whore forgets herself.
DE FLORES. The rascal fares so well; look, yāare undone, The day-star, by this hand! See Phosphorus plain yonder.
BEATRICE. Advise me now to fall upon some ruin, There is no counsel safe else.
DE FLORES. | Peace, I haāt now; |
For we must force a rising, thereās no remedy.
BEATRICE. How? Take heed of that.
DE FLORES. | Tush, be you quiet, |
Or else give over all.
BEATRICE. | Prithee, I haā done then. |
DE FLORES. This is my reach: Iāll set some part a-fire Of Diaphantaās chamber.
BEATRICE. | How? Fire, sir? |
That may endanger the whole house.
DE FLORES. You talk of danger when your fameās on fire?
BEATRICE. Thatās true; do what thou wilt now.
At a most rich success, strikes all dead sure;
The chimney being a-fire, and some light parcels
Of the least danger in her chamber only,
If Diaphanta should be met by chance then,
Far from her lodging, which is now suspicious,
It would be thought her fears and affrights then
Drove her to seek for succour; if not seen
Or met at all, as thatās the likeliest,
For her own shame sheāll hasten towards her lodging;
I will be ready with a piece high-chargād,
As ātwere to cleanse the chimney: there ātis proper now,
But she shall be the mark.
BEATRICE. | Iām forcād to love thee now, |
āCause thou providāst so carefully for my honour.
DE FLORES: āSlid, it concerns the safety of us both,
Our pleasure and continuance.
BEATRICE. | One word now, prithee; |
How for the servants?
DE FLORES. | Iāll dispatch them |
Some one way, some another in the hurry,
For buckets, hooks, ladders. Fear not you;
The deed...