Alas, Antonio! If that a man be thrust into a well, No matter who sets hand to 't, his own weight Will bring him sooner to th' bottom. 'Twas her wedding-ring Which he vow'd shortly he would sacrifice To his revenge. What was it with such violence he took Off from her finger? Second Pilgrim. Sure, I think by none, Only her brother's instigation. They are a free state, sir, and her brother show'd How that the Pope, fore-hearing of her looseness, Hath seiz'd into th' protection of the church The dukedom which she held as dowager. But I would ask what power hath this state Of Ancona to determine of a free prince? Second Pilgrim. Here 's a strange turn of state! who would have thought So great a lady would have match'd herself Unto so mean a person? Yet the cardinal Bears himself much too cruel. O worthy of worthiest name, adorn'd in this manner, Lead bravely thy forces on under war's warlike banner! O, mayst thou prove fortunate in all martial courses! Guide thou still by skill in arts and forces! Victory attend thee nigh, whilst fame sings loud thy powers Triumphant conquest crown thy head, and blessings pour down showers! First Pilgrim.
Two Pilgrims.]Īrms and honours deck thy story, To thy fame's eternal glory! Adverse fortune ever fly thee No disastrous fate come nigh thee! I alone will sing thy praises, Whom to honour virtue raises, And thy study, that divine is, Bent to martial discipline is, Lay aside all those robes lie by thee Crown thy arts with arms, they 'll beautify thee.
The Cardinal of Arragon Is this day to resign his cardinal's hat: His sister duchess likewise is arriv'd To pay her vow of pilgrimage. I have not seen a goodlier shrine than this Yet I have visited many. Enter Two Pilgrims to the Shrine of our Lady of Loretto First Pilgrim.
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