Eug. Consider, sweetest,
I have a father, rival in my love;
And though no duty, reverence, nor respect,
Have power to change my thoughts; yet 'tis not comely
With open violence to withstand his will;
But by fair courses try to divert his mind[304]
From disproportioned affections.
And if I cannot, then nor fear of anger,
Nor life, nor lands, shall cross our purposes.
Comfort yourself, sweet Flavia; for your brother
Seconds our hopes with his best services.
Fla. But other fears oppress me: methinks I see
Antonio, my old father, new-return'd,
Whom all intelligence gave drown'd this three months,[305]
Enforcing me to marry th' fool Pandolfo,
Thus to obtain Sulpitia for himself;
And so last night I dream'd, and ever since
Have been so scar'd, that, if you haste[n] not,
Expect my death.
Eug. Dreams flow from thoughts of things we most desire
Or fear; and seldom prove true prophets; would they did!
Then were I now in full possession
Of my best Flavia, as I hope I shall be.
Cri. Sir, pray take your leave: this is to no end,
'Twill but increase your grief and hers.
Eug. Farewell,
Sweet Flavia; rest contented with assurance
Of my best love and service.
Fla. Farewell, Eugenio.
[Exeunt Eugenio and Cricca.
SCENE IX.
Sulpitia, Flavia.
Sul. Flavia, I kiss your hands.