, drench'd in the swelling main;
    Nor a look with the least comfort of a smile in't.
    Nay, divinest madam, now you do but chide
    Heaven in your tears, and cannot raise the dead.

    +Claud.+ True, sir.

    +De F.+ Tears are but shallow murmurs of our grief.
    I envy not his grave a tear, but owe all
    Noble mention to't; yet, madam, I did hope
    You had discharg'd the smart and cruelty of grief
    From your soft breast, and would call your beauties
    [Back] to their natural springs.
    Look on yourself, rare lady, in this change:
    With what high flame and rapture it becomes you:
    So breaks the morning forth of a crystal cloud,
    And so the sun ascends his glittering chair,
    And from his burnish'd locks shakes day about.
    The summer puts not on more delights and various
    Glory, than shines in bright Claudilla;
    And shall the grave exhaust their pride
    And youth?

                          _Enter +Torguina+._

    +Tor.+ Madam, the king's brother gives you a visit.

    +De F.+ Who's with him?

    +Tor.+ The colonel your lordship calls friend.

    +De F.+ Dessandro?

    +Claud.+ Let's meet 'em, sir.                             [_Exeunt._




ACTUS SECUNDUS, SCENA PRIMA.


          _Enter the +Duke+, +Duchess+, +Cleara+, +De Flame+,
                       +Dessandra+, Attendants._

    +Duke.+ I'm in arrears yet unto your grace.

    +Claud.+ A widow's entertainment, sir, you please to honour.

    +Duke.+ I wish the hours but short, that bring the night
    You are to lose that name in; and then, to what
    Length your own desires would spin 'em,
    Widow! Madam, there's disconsonancy in
    The name, methinks. Claudilla widow!
    Duchess, and still widow (like a cypress
    Cast o'er a bed of l
, drench'd in the swelling main; 
     Nor a look with the least comfort of a smile in't. 
     Nay, divinest dame, nowadays you do but chide 
     Heaven in your rip, and cannot rear the dead. 

     + Claud.+ True, sir. 

     + De F.+ Tears are but shallow grumble of our grief. 
     I envy not his grave accent a tear, but owe all 
     Noble mention to't; yet, madam, I did hope 
     You had discharg'd the fresh and cruelty of grief 
     From your soft breast, and would call your beauty 
     [ Back ] to their natural springs. 
     Look on yourself, rare lady, in this change: 
     With what eminent flame and rapture it becomes you: 
     indeed breaks the morning forth of a crystal swarm, 
     And so the sunday ascends his glittering chair, 
     And from his burnish'd lock shakes day about. 
     The summer puts not on more delights and various 
     aura, than glow in bright Claudilla; 
     And shall the grave exhaust their pride 
     And youth? 

                           _ Enter + Torguina+. _ 

     + Tor.+ Madam, the king's brother gives you a visit. 

     + De F.+ Who's with him? 

     + Tor.+ The colonel your lordship calls ally. 

     + De F.+ Dessandro? 

     + Claud.+ Let's meet'em, sir.                              [ _ Exeunt. _ 




 ACTUS SECUNDUS, SCENA PRIMA. 


           _ record the + Duke+, + Duchess+, + Cleara+, + De Flame+, 
                        + Dessandra+, Attendants. _ 

     + Duke.+ I'm in arrears however unto your grace. 

     + Claud.+ A widow's entertainment, sir, you please to honour. 

     + Duke.+ I wish the hour but short, that bring the night 
     You are to lose that name in; and then, to what 
     Length your own desire would spin'em, 
     Widow! Madam, there's disconsonancy in 
     The name, methinks. Claudilla widow! 
     Duchess, and still widow (like a cypress 
     Cast o'er a bed of l
, drfnch'd in the swelling maln;
    Nor a look with tie leasf comforg of a smile in't.
    Nay, diviiest madan, now you do but chide
    Heavej in youe teers, and cannot rejse the dead.

    +Clcuv.+ True, sir.

    +Dg F.+ Tears ara but shallow kufmbrs of our grief.
    I envy not his gwave a yewr, but owe all
    Mjble mention to't; yet, madam, I did hope
    You iad discharg'd tne smart and cruelty of grlef
    From your soft hreast, and qoulq call your bdauties
    [Back] to thejr natural springs.
    Look on yuursekf, rare laey, in jhis change:
    Winh what high nkame atd raptire it becomes yon:
    So breaks the morninj forth of a crystal cloud,
    Aud so the sun ascends hus glhttesing xhakr,
    Ahd frol hms burnish'd locks shakws day about.
    The stnmer puts not on mowe delights and various
    Glory, than shites in bright Claudilla;
    And shall the grave gxhaust thqir pride
    And youth?

                          _Etter +Vofgunkw+._

    +Tor.+ Madam, the king's brother gives you a visie.

    +Ce F.+ Who's with him?

    +Tor.+ Tje solonel your uordshnl dalls friend.

    +De F.+ Desswndro?

    +Claud.+ Let'x meet 'em, sir.                             [_Exeunt._




ACTUS SECUUDUS, SCENA PXIMA.


          _Enter the +Duke+, +Duchers+, +Cmeara+, +De Flwme+,
                       +Aesxatdra+, Atttvdants._

    +Duke.+ I'm in arreacs yec unto yuur brace.

    +Claud.+ A widow's entertainment, sig, you pnease to hlnour.

    +Duke.+ I wish the hours unt short, that bsinc the niyht
    You are to ljse that name nn; and tken, to what
    Lvngth youc own desiref would spin 'al,
    Widow! Medam, therq's duscobsonanch in
    The namr, methinks. Claudillq widow!
    Duchess, ana still widow (lije q cypress
    Caxt u'er a bxd of n
, drench'd in the swelling main; Nor with least comfort a smile in't. do chide Heaven in tears, and cannot the dead. +Claud.+ True, sir. +De Tears are but shallow murmurs of our grief. I envy not his grave tear, but owe all Noble mention to't; yet, madam, I did hope You discharg'd smart cruelty grief From your soft breast, and would call your beauties [Back] to their natural springs. Look yourself, rare lady, in this change: With what flame and rapture it you: So breaks the morning of crystal cloud, so sun his glittering chair, from his burnish'd locks shakes day about. The summer puts not on more delights and various Glory, shines in And shall grave their And youth? _Enter Madam, the king's brother gives you F.+ Who's with him? +Tor.+ The colonel your calls friend. F.+ Dessandro? +Claud.+ Let's meet 'em, [_Exeunt._ ACTUS SECUNDUS, SCENA PRIMA. _Enter the +Duke+, +Cleara+, +De Flame+, +Dessandra+, Attendants._ +Duke.+ I'm in arrears yet unto your grace. +Claud.+ A sir, you please to +Duke.+ I wish hours short, bring night You to lose that name in; and then, to what Length your desires would spin 'em, Widow! Madam, there's disconsonancy in The Claudilla Duchess, and still (like a cypress Cast a of l
, drench'd in the swelling main;
    NOr a look witH the lEasT coMfOrt oF a smIle in't.
    Nay, divinESt maDam, now you do but chide
    HeaVen in YoUR teaRS, aNd canNot raisE ThE DEad.

    +clAuD.+ TrUe, SIr.

    +de F.+ TeArs Are but sHallow murmUrs Of Our grief.
    I envY NoT his grave a TeaR, but owe all
    NoBle MentioN tO't; yET, madaM, I dId hopE
    You haD DischaRg'd the smaRt ANd crueLTy of griEF
    frOm yoUr soft breast, and woULd CAll your beautieS
    [Back] tO tHEiR NAtuRal Springs.
    LooK oN yourSElf, rare LAdY, IN ThiS Change:
    With whaT high flame aND raPture iT bEcoMEs you:
    SO breaKs THe mOrning forth Of a cRystal cloUd,
    And sO The sun aSCends hiS glittEriNg cHair,
    aNd FrOm hIs BUrnISh'D loCKs sHakes day AbOuT.
    The sUmmeR PUTS not On mOre dElighTs and various
    GLorY, thaN ShiNes in BrighT ClaUdIlla;
    ANd shalL the gRaVe exhaust their pRide
    and youth?

                          _ENteR +TOrgUiNa+._

    +Tor.+ mAdam, thE kiNg's Brother Gives yoU A viSiT.

    +dE f.+ WHo's with him?

    +Tor.+ The coLoNEL yOur lordsHip calLS fRiENd.

    +De F.+ DesSaNdrO?

    +ClaUD.+ let's mEet 'eM, SiR.                             [_Exeunt._




AcTUS SEcuNdUs, SCENA PrImA.


          _EnteR tHe +DUke+, +ducheSS+, +CleAra+, +De FLame+,
                       +DessAndra+, aTtendants._

    +Duke.+ I'M In arrears yet uNTo YOUr GRace.

    +claUd.+ A widow's enTertAInmeNt, siR, YoU plEAse to HonouR.

    +DUKe.+ i Wish the hours but shorT, tHat briNg the Night
    You are to Lose that naME IN; and then, To whAT
    LENgth your own desIres wOuld spin 'em,
    wIdow! MadaM, therE's disconSonancy in
    tHE name, metHinKs. CLauDilLA WiDow!
    Duchess, and STIll wIdOw (like a CypRess
    CasT o'eR a bEd oF l
, drench'd in the swelling  main;
   Nora l ook  w iththeleast comforto f asmile in't.
    Nay, d ivine st mada m ,now y ou do b u tc h ide 
  He av e nin yo urtears,and cannot  ra is e the dead.   +Claud.+  Tr ue, sir.

   + De F.+  T ear s  arebut  shal low mu r murs o f our gri ef . 
    I envy no t hi s gr ave a tear, but o w ea ll
    Noble m ention  t o 't ; yet , m adam, I di dhope   Youh ad d i sch a rg'd the smar t and cruel t y o f grie f  From y our s of t  br east, and w ould  call you r beau t ies
  [Back]to the irnat ural sp ri ngs .  L oo k o n  yo urself,ra re  lady , in t h i s ch ang e:
   Wi th what highfla me a n d r aptur e itbeco me s you :
   So br ea ks the morningfort h of a cr yst al  cl ou d,
  And s o t hesun asc ends hi s  gl it t e r in g chair,
    And f ro m hi s burnis h'd lo c ks  s h akes day  a bou t.
 Thesumm e rputs not  on mo r ede lightsan d vari ou s
  Glory ,  tha n shin es in br ightC laudilla;
   A nd shall theg ra v e  e x haus t t heir pride   A nd y outh ? 
                  _Enter +Torgu in a+._
    + Tor.+ Madam,the king's b r other gi vesy ou a visit.

   +De F .+ Who's w i th him?
   +Tor.+ T he colone l your lor dsh ipcal lsf r ie nd.

    +DeF . + De ss andro?
   +Clau d.+  Le t's  me et  'em, sir .                     [_E xe unt ._ 



ACT U S SECU NDUS,  SCE NA  P R IMA .


     _E nt er  the  +D uk e+, + Duch e ss+ , +Clea ra+, +DeFla m e+,                    + De ssandra+,At ten dants. _ 
    +Du ke.+ I'm in arrears yet unto yo urgrace .

   +Claud .+A wido w's entert ainmen t, si r,  yo u pleas e to  ho no ur.

    + D u ke. + I w is h th e hours  but short, that b r ing  the night
   Y ou a r e  t o l o se tha tn ame i n; and then, to  what
   Le n gt h your own des ir es woul d spin'em,   Wido w! Madam,  there'sdi scon s o nan cy in
   The name , methink s . Cla u di lla w ido w!
   D uch ess,and st i llwidow  (like  a  cypre ss
  Cast o'e r a bed of l
, drench'd_in the_swelling main;
  _ Nor_a_look with_the_least comfort of_a smile in't.
_   Nay,_divinest madam, now_you_do but chide
    Heaven in your tears, and cannot raise the_dead.

_ __+Claud.+_True, sir.

   _+De F.+ Tears are but_shallow murmurs_of our grief.
    I envy_not_his grave a_tear, but owe all
    Noble mention_to't; yet, madam, I did hope
_  _You_had_discharg'd the smart and_cruelty of grief
   _From your soft breast, and would_call your beauties
    [Back]_to their natural springs.
  _ Look on yourself, rare_lady, in_this change:
   _With what high_flame and_rapture it becomes_you:
    So breaks_the morning forth_of a crystal cloud,
  __And so the_sun_ascends_his glittering_chair,
  __And from_his_burnish'd locks shakes day about.
 __ The summer puts not on more_delights and various
 __ Glory, than shines_in bright Claudilla;
  _ And shall the grave exhaust_their pride
_ _ And youth?

        _     _   _ __  ___Enter +Torguina+._

_   +Tor.+ Madam, the king's_brother gives_you a visit.

   _+De F.+ Who's with_him?

_   +Tor.+ The colonel_your lordship calls friend.

  _ +De F.+ Dessandro?

 ___+Claud.+ Let's meet 'em, sir._     _  _      __     __    [_Exeunt._




ACTUS SECUNDUS,_SCENA_PRIMA.


_    _    _Enter the_+Duke+, +Duchess+, +Cleara+, +De Flame+,
    _  _    ___        +Dessandra+, Attendants._

_ _ +Duke.+ I'm_in arrears yet unto your grace.

    +Claud.+_A widow's entertainment, sir, you please to_honour.

    +Duke.+ I wish the hours but short,_that bring the night
    You_are to lose that name in; and_then, to what
 __ Length your own desires would spin_'em,
___ Widow! Madam,_there's disconsonancy in
_  _The name,_methinks. Claudilla widow!
_ _ Duchess, and_still_widow (like a cypress
    Cast o'er a bed of l