'Tis Pity She's a Whore/Act III Scene IV
[SCENA QUARTA. A room in Florio's house.]
Enter Florio and Richardetto.
Florio. And how d'ee finde her, sir? Richardetto.Indifferent well;I see no danger, scarse perceive shee's sicke,But that shee told mee shee had lately eatenMellownes, and, as shee thought, those disagreedWith her young stomacke.5 Flo.Did you give her ought? Rich. An easie surfeit water, nothing else.You neede not doubt her health: I rather thinkeHer sicknesse is a fulnesse of her blood,—You understand mee? Flo.I doe; you consell well;10And once, within these few dayes, will so order'tShe shall be married ere shee know the time. Rich. Yet let not hast, sir, make unworthy choice;That were dishonour. Flo.Maister Doctor, no; I will nto doe so neither: in plaine words,15My Lord Soranzo is the man I meane. Rich. A noble and a vertuous gentleman. Flo. As any is in Parma. Not farre henceDwels Father Bonaventure, a grave fryar,Once tutor to my sonne: now at his cellI'le have 'em married.20 Rich.You have plotted wisely. Flo. I'le send one straight to speake with him to night. Rich. Soranzo's wise; he will delay no time. Flo. It shall be so.Enter Fryar and Giovanni. Fryar.Good peace be here and love! Flo. Welcome, relligious fryar; you are one25That still bring blessing to the place you come to. Giovanni. Sir, with what speed I could, I did my bestTo draw this holy man from forth his cellTo visit my sicke sister; that with wordsOf ghostly comfort in this time of neede30Hee might absolve her, whether she live or die. Flo. 'Twas well done, Giovanni; thou hereinHast shewed a Christians care, a brothers love.Come, father, I'le conduct you to her chamber,And one thing would intreat you. Fry.Say on, sir.35 Flo. I have a fathers deare impression,And wish before I fall into my graveThat I might see her married, as 'tis fit:A word from you, grave man, will winne her moreThen all our best perswasions. Fry.Gentle sir,40All this I'le say, that heaven may prosper her.Exeunt.