John Webster - The Devil's Law Case ACT 1. SCENE 1 . lyrics

The action takes place at Naples Enter Romelio, and Prospero Prospero: You have shown a world of wealth; I did not think There had been a merchant liv'd in Italy Of half your substance. Romelio: I'll give the King of Spain Ten thousand ducats yearly, and discharge my yearly custom. The Hollanders scarce trade More generally than I: my factors' wives Wear shaperoons of velvet, and my scriveners Merely through my employment, grow so rich, They build their palaces and belvederes With musical water-works: never in my life Had I loss at sea. They call me on th'exchange, The fortunate young man, and make great suit To venture with me. Shall I tell you sir, Of a strange confidence in my way of trading? I reckon it as certain as the gain In erecting a lottery. Prospero: I pray, sir, what do you think Of Signor Baptista's estate? Romelio: A mere beggar: He's worth some fifty thousand ducats. Prospero: Is not that well? Romelio: How, well? For a man to be melted to snow-water, With toiling in the world from three and twenty, Till threescore, for poor fifty thousand ducats! Prospero: To your estate 'tis little I confess: You have the spring tide of gold. Romelio: Faith, and for silver, Should I not send it packing to th'East Indies, We should have a glut on't. Enter Servant. Servant: Here's the great Lord Contarino. Prospero: O, I know His business, he's a suitor to your sister. Romelio: Yes sir, but to you- As my most trusted friend, I utter it- I will break the alliance. Prospero: You are ill-advis'd then; There lives not a completer gentleman In Italy, nor of a more ancient house. Romelio: What tell you me of gentry? 'Tis nought else But a superstitious relic of time past: And sift it to the true worth, it is nothing But ancient riches: and in him you know They are pitifully in the wane. He makes his colour Of visiting us so often, to sell land, And thinks if he can gain my sister's love, To recover the treble value. Prospero: Sure he loves her Entirely, and she deserves it. Romelio: Faith, though she were Crook'd-shoulder'd, having such a portion, She would have noble suitors. But truth is, I would wish my noble venturer take heed; It may be whiles he hopes to catch a gilthead, He may draw up a gudgeon. Enter Contarino. Prospero: He's come. Sir I will leave you. Exit Prospero and Servant Contarino: I sent you the evidence of the piece of land I motioned to you for the sale. Romelio: Yes Contarino: Has your counsel perus'd it? Romelio: Not yet my Lord. Do you Intend to travel? Contarino: No. Romelio: O then you lose That which makes a man most absolute. Contarino: Yet I have heard Of divers, that in pa**ing of the Alps, Have but exchang'd their virtues at dear rate For other vices. Romelio: O my Lord, lie not idle; The chiefest action for a man of great spirit, Is never to be out of action. We should think The soul was never put into the body, Which has so many rare and curious pieces Of mathematical motion, to stand still. Virtue is ever sowing of her seeds: In the trenches for the soldier; in the wakeful study For the scholar; in the furrows of the sea For men of our profession: of all which Arise and spring up honour. Come, I know You have some noble great design in hand, That you levy so much money. Contarino: Sir, I'll tell you, The greatest part of it I mean to employ In payment of my debts, and the remainder Is like to bring me into greater bonds, As I aim it. Romelio: How sir? Contarino: I intend it For the charge of my wedding. Romelio: Are you to be married, my Lord? Contarino: Yes sir; and I must now entreat your pardon, That I have conceal'd from you a business Wherein you had at first been call'd to counsel, But that I thought it a less fault in friendship, To engage myself thus far without your knowledge, Than to do it against your will: another reason Was that I would not publish to the world, Nor have it whisper'd, scarce, what wealthy voyage I went about, till I had got the mine In mine own possession. Romelio: You are dark to me yet. Contarino: I'll now remove the cloud. Sir, your sister and I Are vow'd each other's, and there only wants Her worthy mother's, and your fair consents To style it marriage. This is a way, Not only to make a friendship, but confirm it For our posterities. How do you look upon't? Romelio: Believe me sir, as on the principal column To advance our house: why you bring honour with you, Which is the soul of wealth. I shall be proud To live to see my little nephews ride O'th upper hand of their uncles; and the daughters Be rank'd by heralds at solemnities Before the mother: all this deriv'd From your nobility. Do not blame me sir, If I be taken with't exceedingly: For this same honour with us citizens, Is a thing we are mainly fond of, especially When it comes without money, which is very seldom. But as you do perceive my present temper, Be sure I am yours - [aside] fir'd with scorn and laughter At your over-confident purpose- and no doubt My mother will be of your mind. Contarino: 'Tis my hope sir. Exit Romelio I do observe how this Romelio Has very worthy parts, were they not blasted By insolent vainglory. There rests now The mother's approbation to the match, Who is a woman of that state and bearing, Though she be city-born, both in her language, Her garments, and her table, she excels Our ladies of the Court: she goes not gaudy, Yet I have seen her wear one diamond, Would have bought twenty gay ones out of their clothes, And some of them, without the greater grace, Out of their honesties. Enter Leonora She comes, I will try How she stands affected to me, without relating My contract with her daughter. Leonora: Sir, you are nobly welcome, and presume You are in a place that's wholly dedicated To your service. Contarino: I am ever bound to you For many special favours. Leonora: Sir, your fame Renders you most worthy of it. Contarino: It could never have got A sweeter air to fly in, than your breath. Leonora: You have been strange a long time; you are weary Of our unseasonable time of feeding: Indeed, th'exchange bell makes us dine so late. I think the ladies of the Court from us Learn to lie so long abed. Contarino: They have a kind of exchange among them too. Marry, unless it be to hear of news, I take it, Theirs is like the New Burse, Thinly furnish'd With tires and new fashions. I have a suit to you. Leonora: I would not have you value it the less, If I say, 'tis granted already. Contarino: You are all bounty. 'Tis to bestow your picture on me. Leonora: O sir, Shadows are coveted in summer; and with me, 'Tis fall o'th' leaf. Contarino: You enjoy the best of time: This latter spring of yours shows in my eye, More fruitful and more temperate withall, Than that whose date is only limited By the music of the cuckoo. Leonora: Indeed sir, I dare tell you, My looking gla** is a true one, and as yet It does not terrify me. Must you have my picture? Contarino: So please you lady, and I shall preserve it As a most choice object. Leonora: You will enjoin me to a strange punishment: With what a compell'd face a woman sits While she is drawing! I have noted divers, Either to feign smiles, or s** in the lips, To have a little mouth; ruffle the cheeks, To have the dimple seen, and so disorder The face with affectation, at next sitting It has not been the same. I have known others Have lost the entire fashion of their face, In half an hour's sitting. Contarino: How? Leonora: In hot weather, The painting on their face has been so mellow, They have left the poor man harder work by half, To mend the copy he wrought by. But indeed, If ever I would have mine drawn to'th' life, I would have a painter steal it, at such a time I were devoutly kneeling at my prayers; There is then a heavenly beauty in't; the soul Moves in the superficies. Contarino: Excellent lady, Now you teach beauty a preservative, More than 'gainst fading colours; and your judgement Is perfect in all things. Leonora: Indeed sir, I am a widow, And want the addition to make it so: For man's experience has still been held Woman's best eyesight. I pray sir tell me, You are about to sell a piece of land To my son, I hear. Contarino: 'Tis truth. Leonora: Now I coul rather wish, That noblemen would ever live i'th' country, Rather than make their visits up to the city About such business. O sir, noble houses Have no such goodly prospects any way, As into their own land: the decay of that, Next to their begging church land, is a ruin Worth all men's pity. Sir, I have forty thousand crowns Sleep in my chest, shall waken when you please, And fly to your commands. Will you stay supper? Contarino: I cannot, worthy lady. Leonora: I would not have you come hither sir, to sell, But to settle your estate. I hope you understand Wherefore I make this proffer: so I leave you. Exit Leonora Contarino: What a treasury have I pearch'd! 'I hope You understand wherefore I make this proffer.' She has got some intelligence, how I intend to marry Her daughter, and ingenuously perceiv'd That by her picture, which I beg'd of her, I meant the fair Jolenta. Here's a letter, Which gives express charge, not to visit her Till midnight: [reads] Fail not to come, for 'tis a business That concerns both our honours. Yours in danger to be lost, Jolenta. 'Tis a strange injuction; what should be the business? She is not chang'd I hope. I'll thither straight: For women's resolutions in such deeds, Like bees, light oft on flowers, and oft on weeds. Exit.