Alb. Will you endeavour to forget your grief?
Ant. I’faith I will, good friend, i’faith I will. 40
I’ll come and eat with you. Alberto, see,
I am taking physic, here’s philosophy.
Good honest, leave me, I’ll drink wine anon.
Alb. Since you enforce us, fair prince, we are gone.
[Exeunt Alberto and Lucio.
Antonio reads.
A. Ferte[251] fortiter: hoc est quo deum antecedatis. Ille enim extra patientiam malorum, vos supra. Contemnite dolorem: aut solvetur, aut solvet. Contemnite fortunam: nullum telum, quo feriret animum habet.[252]
Pish, thy mother was not lately widowèd,
Thy dear affièd love lately defam’d 50
With blemish of foul lust, when thou wrotest thus;
Thou wrapt in furs, beaking[253] thy limbs ’fore fires;
Forbid’st the frozen zone to shudder. Ha, ha! ’tis nought
But foamy bubbling of a fleamy[254] brain,
Nought else but smoke. O what dank marish spirit,
But would be fired with impatience
At my——
No more, no more; he that was never blest
With height of birth, fair expectation
Of mounted fortunes, knows not what it is 60
To be the pitied object of the world.
O, poor Antonio, thou may’st sigh!
Mel. [from beneath.] Ay me!
Ant. And curse.