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Double Falsehood Scenes


Scene 2

An apartment in the lodge.

(Duke Angelo; Don Bernard; Camillo; Attendant; Roderick; Leonora; Henriquez; Julio)


Camillo, Don Bernard and the Duke discuss their respective wayward children. Don Bernard is so weepy that he wishes he had Leonora back no matter the circumstances. News comes that Roderick is arriving, with a hearse in his train. He brings in Henriquez and Leonora. The Duke and Don Bernard are overjoyed, but Camillo reminds them of how he has been injured. The Duke lectures Leonora on how she ought to obey her father, and, believing Julio to be dead, she agrees to marry Henriquez so long as she is first allowed to mourn Julio properly. Violante nervously approaches, but keep hanging back until she is noticed. Roderick tells Henriquez it is his former, mistreated page, to Henriquez’s confusion, as he never had such a page. Violante approaches and, still pretending to be a boy, accuses Henriquez of promising to treat him well and advance him, only to cast “him” off for no good reason. The duke only asks for a witness to this to do “him” justice. Violante promises to produce one. In her absence Henriquez still insists this is a set-up, but Roderick produces a letter he argues proves that the pageboy was in his service; he begins reading it — it is the letter that Henriquez sent to Violante telling her he was forgetting her. Henriquez interrupts before his brother gets too far, and admits that he wrote the letter, but argues it must have been stolen from him and is now being used as blackmail against him. Accompanied by the disguised Julio, Violante comes back, now dressed as a woman, and Henriquez recognizes her. Though she gives up her claim on him since he no longer loves her, she still begs that he leave her a virtuous woman. He is so moved that he falls in love with her and proposes to marry her, begs Leonora’s forgiveness, and pledges not to marry until he has found Julio to apologize. Julio throws off his disguise and he and Leonora fall into each other’s arms — to the extent that Camillo cannot actually recognize his son. There is forgiveness all around and the whole company leaves for court, where the weddings will take place. ( line)

Enter Duke, Don Bernard, and Camillo.

CAM.

Ay, then your grace had had a son more; he, a daughter; and I, an heir: but let it be as ’tis, I cannot mend it; one way or other, I shall rub it over, with rubbing to my grave, and there’s an end on’t.

DUKE.

Our sorrows cannot help us, gentlemen.

CAM.

Hang me, sir, if I shed one tear more. By Jove, I’ve wept so long, I’m as blind as justice. When I come to see my hawks (which I held a toy next to my son) if they be but house-high, I must stand aiming at them like a gunner.

DUKE.

Why, he mourns like a man. Don Bernard, you

Are still like April, full of show’rs and dews:

And yet I blame you not: for I myself

Feel the self-same affections.—Let them go;

They’re disobedient children.

D. BERN.

Ay, my lord;

Yet they may turn again.

CAM.

Let them e’en have their swing: they’re young and wanton; the next storm we shall have them gallop homeward, whining as pigs do in the wind.

D. BERN.

Would I had my daughter any way.

CAM.

Would’st thou have her with bairn, man, tell me that?

D. BERN.

I care not, if an honest father got it.

CAM.

You might have had her so in this good time, had my son had her: now you may go seek your fool to stop a gap with.

DUKE.

You say, that Rod’rick charg’d you here should wait him:

He has o’erslip’d the time, at which his letters

Of speed request that I should also meet him.

I fear, some bad event is usher’d in

By this delay:—How now?

Enter Attendant.ATT.

ATT.

So please your grace,—

Lord Roderick makes approach.

DUKE.

I thank thee, fellow,

For thy so timely news: comes he alone?

ATT.

No, sir, attended well; and in his train

Follows a herse with all due rites of mourning.

Exit Gentleman.

DUKE.

Heav’n send, Henriquez live!

CAM.

’Tis my poor Julio.—

Enter Roderick, hastily.

DUKE.

O welcome, welcome,

Welcome, good Rod’rick! Say, what news?

CAM.

Do you bring joy or grief, my lord? For me,

Come what can come, I’ll live a month or two

If the gout please; curse my physician once more,

And then,—

Under this stone

Lies sev’nty one.

RODER.

Signior, you do express a manly patience.

My noble father, something I have brought

To ease your sorrows: my endeavours have not

Been altogether barren in my journey.

DUKE.

It comes at need, boy; but I hop’d it from thee.

Enter Leonora veiled, Henriquez behind, and attendants.

RODER.

The company I bring, will bear me witness

The busiest of my time has been employ’d

On this good task. Don Bernard finds beneath

This veil his daughter: you, my royal father,

Behind that lady find a wand’ring son.

How I met with them, and how brought them hither,

More leisure must unfold.

HENR.

My father here!

And Julio’s! O confusion! Low as earth

To the Duke.HENR.DUKE.

I bow me for your pardon.

D. BERN.

O my girl!

Thou bring’st new life.—

Embraces Leonora.D. BERN.LEON.

DUKE.

To Roderick.DUKE.RODER.

And you, my son, restore me

One comfort here that has been missing long.

To Henriquez.DUKE.HENR.

I hope, thy follies thou hast left abroad.

CAM.

Ay, ay; you’ve all comforts but I; you have ruin’d me, kill’d my poor boy; cheated and ruin’d him; and I have no comfort.

RODER.

Be patient, signior; time may guide my hand

To work you comfort too.

CAM.

I thank your lordship;

Would grandsire time had been so kind to’ve done it;

We might have joy’d together like good fellows.

But he’s so full of business, good old man,

’Tis wonder, he could do the good he has done.

D. BERN.

Nay, child, be comforted. These tears distract me.

DUKE.

Hear your good father, lady.

LEON.

Willingly.

DUKE.

The voice of parents is the voice of gods:

For to their children they are heav’n’s lieutenants:

Made fathers, not for common uses merely

Of procreation; (beasts and birds would be

As noble then as we are) but to steer

The wanton freight of youth through storms and dangers,

Which with full sails they bear upon: and streighten

The moral line of life, they bend so often.

For these are we made fathers; and for these,

May challenge duty on our children’s part.

Obedience is the sacrifice of angels,

Whose form you carry.

D. BERN.

Hear the Duke, good wench.

LEON.

To the Duke.

I do most heedfully. My gracious lord,

Let me be so unmanner’d to request,

He would not farther press me with persuasions

O’ th’ instant hour: but have the gentle patience

To bury this keen suit, ’till I shake hands

With my old sorrows,—

CAM.

Why dost look at me?

Alas! I cannot help thee.

LEON.

And but weep

A farewell to my murder’d Julio,—

CAM.

Blessing be with thy soul, whene’er it leaves thee!

LEON.

For such sad rites must be perform’d, my lord,

E’er I can love again. Maids, that have lov’d,

If they be worth that noble testimony,

Wear their loves here, my lord; here, in their hearts;

Deep, deep within; not in their eyes, or accents;

Such may be slip’d away; or with two tears

Wash’d out of all remembrance: mine, no physic,

But time, or death, can cure.

HENR.

You make your own conditions, and I seal them

Aside.HENR.

Thus on your virtuous hand.

CAM.

Well, wench, thy equal

Shall not be found in haste; I give thee that:

Thou art a right one, ev’ry inch. Thy father

(For, without doubt, that snuff never begot thee,)

Was some choice fellow, some true gentleman;

I give thy mother thanks for’t—there’s no harm done.

Would I were young again, and had but thee,

A good horse under me, and a good sword,

And thus much for inheritance.

Violante offers, once or twice, to shew herself, but goes back.VIOL.

DUKE.

What boy’s that,

Has offer’d twice or thrice to break upon us?

I’ve noted him, and still he falls back fearful.

RODER.

A little boy, sir, like a shepherd?

DUKE.

Yes.

RODER.

’Tis your page, brother; one that was so, late.

HENR.

My page! What page?

RODER.

Ev’n so he says, your page;

And more, and worse, you stole him from his friends,

And promis’d him preferment.

HENR.

I, preferment!

RODER.

And on some slight occasion let him slip

Here on these mountains, where he had been starv’d,

Had not my people found him, as we travell’d.

This was not handsome, brother.

HENR.

You are merry.

RODER.

You’ll find it sober truth.

DUKE.

If so, ’tis ill.

HENR.

’Tis fiction all, sir;—brother, you must please

To look some other fool to put these tricks on;

They are too obvious:—please your grace, give leave

T’ admit the boy; if he know me, and say,

I stole him from his friends, and cast him off,

Know me no more. Brother, pray do not wrong me.

Enter Violante.VIOL.

RODER.

Here is the boy. If he deny this to you,

Then I have wrong’d you.

DUKE.

Hear me; what’s thy name, boy?

VIOL.

Florio, an’t like your grace.

DUKE.

A pretty child.

Where wast thou born?

VIOL.

On t’other side the mountains.

DUKE.

What are thy friends?

VIOL.

A father, sir; but poor.

DUKE.

How camest thou hither? How, to leave thy father?

VIOL.

Pointing to Henriquez.VIOL.HENR.

That noble gentleman pleas’d once to like me,

And, not to lie, so much to dote upon me,

That with his promises he won my youth,

And duty, from my father: him I follow’d.

RODER.

How say you now, brother?

CAM.

Ay, my lord, how say you?

HENR.

As I have life and soul, ’tis all a trick, sir.

I never saw the boy before.

VIOL.

O sir,

Call not your soul to witness in a wrong:

And ’tis not noble in you, to despise

What you have made thus. If I lie, let justice

Turn all her rods upon me.

DUKE.

Fie, Henriquez;

There is no trace of cunning in this boy.

CAM.

A good boy!—Be not fearful: speak thy mind, child.

Nature, sure, meant thou should’st have been a wench;

And then’t had been no marvel he had bobb’d thee.

DUKE.

Why did he put thee from him?

VIOL.

That to me

Is yet unknown, sir; for my faith, he could not;

I never did deceive him: for my service,

He had no just cause; what my youth was able,

My will still put in act, to please my master:

I cannot steal; therefore that can be nothing

To my undoing: no, nor lie; my breeding,

Though it be plain, is honest.

DUKE.

Weep not, child.

CAM.

This lord has abused men, women, and children already: what farther plot he has, the devil knows.

DUKE.

If thou can’st bring a witness of thy wrong,

(Else it would be injustice to believe thee,

He having sworn against it) thou shalt have,

I bind it with my honor, satisfaction

To thine own wishes.

VIOL.

I desire no more, sir.

I have a witness, and a noble one,

For truth and honesty.

RODER.

Go, bring him hither.

Exit Violante.

HENR.

This lying boy will take him to his heels,

And leave me slander’d.

RODER.

No; I’ll be his voucher.

HENR.

Nay then ’tis plain, this is confederacy.

RODER.

That he has been an agent in your service,

Appears from this. Here is a letter, brother,

(Produc’d, perforce, to give him credit with me)

The writing, yours; the matter, love; for so,

He says, he can explain it.

CAM.

Then, belike,

A young he-bawd.

HENR.

This forgery confounds me!

DUKE.

Read it, Roderick.

RODER.

Reads.RODER.

Our prudence should now teach us to

forget, what our indiscretion has com-

mitted. I have already made one step

towards this wisdom—

HENR.

Aside.HENR.

Hold, sir.—My very words to Violante!

DUKE.

Go on.

HENR.

My gracious father, give me pardon;

I do confess, I some such letter wrote

(The purport all too trivial for your ear,)

But how it reach’d this young dissembler’s hands,

Is what I cannot solve. For on my soul,

And by the honors of my birth and house,

The minion’s face ’till now I never saw.

RODER.

Run not too far in debt on protestation.

Why should you do a child this wrong?

HENR.

Go to;

Your friendships past warrant not this abuse:

If you provoke me thus, I shall forget

What you are to me. This is a mere practice,

And villany to draw me into scandal.

RODER.

No more; you are a boy.—Here comes a witness,

Shall prove you so: no more.

Enter Julio, disguis’d; Violante, as a woman.

HENR.

Another rascal!

DUKE.

Hold—

HENR.

Seeing Violante.HENR.

Ha!

DUKE.

What’s here?

HENR.

Aside.HENR.

By all my sins, the injur’d Violante.

RODER.

Now, sir, whose practice breaks?

CAM.

To Henriquez.CAM.HENR.

Is this a page?

RODER.

One that has done him service,

And he has paid her for’t; but broke his covenant.

VIOL.

My lord, I come not now to wound your spirit.

Your pure affection dead, which first betray’d me,

My claim die with it! Only let me not

Shrink to the grave with infamy upon me:

Protect my virtue, though it hurt your faith;

And my last breath shall speak Henriquez noble.

HENR.

What a fierce conflict shame, and wounded honor,

Raise in my breast!—But honor shall o’ercome.—

She looks as beauteous, and as innocent,

As when I wrong’d her.—Virtuous Violante!

Too good for me! Dare you still love a man,

So faithless as I am? I know you love me.

Thus, thus, and thus, I print my vow’d repentance:

Let all men read it here. My gracious father,

Forgive, and make me rich with your consent,

This is my wife; no other would I choose,

Were she a queen.

CAM.

Here’s a new change. Bernard looks dull upon’t.

HENR.

And fair Leonora, from whose virgin arms

I forc’d my wrong’d friend Julio, O forgive me.

Take home your holy vows, and let him have ’em

That has deserv’d them. O that he were here!

That I might own the baseness of my wrong,

And purpos’d recompence. My Violante,

You must again be widow’d: for I vow

A ceaseless pilgrimage, ne’er to know joy,

’Till I can give it to the injur’d Julio.

CAM.

This almost melts me:—but my poor lost boy—

RODER.

I’ll stop that voyage, brother.—Gentle lady,

What think you of this honest man?

LEON.

Alas!

My thoughts, my lord, were all employ’d within!

He has a face makes me remember something

I have thought well of; how he looks upon me!

Poor man, he weeps.—Ha! Stay; it cannot be—

He has his eye, his features, shape, and gesture.—

Would, he would speak.

JUL.

Throws off his disguise.JUL.

Leonora,—

LEON.

Yes, ’tis he.

They embrace.LEON.JUL.

O ecstacy of joy!—

CAM.

Now, what’s the matter?

RODER.

Let ’em alone; they’re almost starv’d for kisses.

CAM.

Stand forty foot off; no man trouble ’em.

Much good may’t do your hearts!—What is he, lord,

What is he?

RODER.

A certain son of yours.

CAM.

The devil he is.

RODER.

If he be the devil, that devil must call you father.

CAM.

By your leave a little, ho,—are you my Julio?

JUL.

My duty tells me so, sir,

Still on my knees. But love engross’d me all;

O Leonora, do I once more hold thee?

CAM.

Nay, to’t again: I will not hinder a kiss,

Leaps.CAM.

’Tis he—

LEON.

The righteous pow’rs at length have crown’d our loves.

Think, Julio, from the storm that’s now o’erblown,

Though sour affliction combat hope awhile,

When lovers swear true faith, the list’ning angels

Stand on the golden battlements of heav’n,

And waft their vows to the eternal throne.

Such were our vows, and so are they repaid.

DUKE.

E’en as you are, we’ll join your hands together.

A providence above our pow’r rules all.

To Henriquez.DUKE.HENR.

Ask him forgiveness, boy.

JUL.

He has it, sir:

The fault was love’s, not his.

HENR.

Brave, gen’rous Julio!

I knew thy nobleness of old, and priz’d it,

’Till passion made me blind—once more, my friend,

Share in a heart, that ne’er shall wrong thee more.

And, brother,—

RODER.

This embrace cuts off excuses.

DUKE.

I must, in part, repair my son’s offence:

At your best leisure, Julio, know our court.

And, Violante, (for I know you now)

I have a debt to pay: your good old father,

Once, when I chas’d the boar, preserv’d my life:

For that good deed, and for your virtue’s sake,

Though your descent be low, call me your father.

A match drawn out of honesty, and goodness,

Is pedigree enough. Are you all pleas’d?

Gives her to Henriquez.

CAM.

All.

HENR.

All, sir,—

D. BERN.

All, sir,—

JUL.

All.

DUKE.

And I not least. We’ll now return to court:

(And that short travel, and your loves compleated,

Shall, as I trust, for life restrain these wand’rings.)

There, the solemnity, and grace, I’ll do

Your sev’ral nuptials, shall approve my joy;

And make griev’d lovers, that your story read,

Wish, true love’s wand’rings may like yours succeed.

Curtain falls.

 
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