No , no , it cannot be . My lord 's commands Were absolute , that none should visit him . But perchance he should ? The study of my life has been his pleasure ; Nor will I risk his favour , to indulge Such unavailing curiosity . Pray be content ; I dare not do it . Have this castle 's walls Hous 'd thee nine years , and , art thou yet to learn The temper of the count ? Serv 'd and obey 'd , There lives not one more gracious , liberal ; Offend him , and his rage is terrible ; I 'd rather play with serpents . But , fair Jaqueline , Setting aside the comeliness and grace Of this young rustic , which , I own , are rare , And baits to catch all women , pr'ythee tell , Why are you thus solicitous to see him ? What ! when the gang of outlaw 'd Thiery Rush 'd on her chariot , near the wood of Zart , Was he the unknown youth , who succour 'd her All good betide him for it . He should be worshipp 'd , Have statues rais 'd to him ; for , by my life , I think , there does not breathe another like her . It makes me young , to see her lovely eyes : Such charity ! such sweet benevolence ! So fair , and yet so humble ! prais 'd for ever , Nay , wonder 'd at , for nature 's rarest gifts , Yet lowlier than the lowest . My lord was ever proud and choleric ; The youth , perhaps unus 'd to menaces , Brook 'd them but ill , and darted frown for frown : This stirr 'd the count to fury . But fear nothing ; All will be well ; I 'll wait the meetest season , And be his advocate . Assure her , that the man , who sav 'd her life , Is dear to Fabian as his vital blood . Madam , my lord comes this way , and commands To clear these chambers ; what he meditates , ‘ Tis fit indeed were private . My old age Has liv 'd too long , to see my master 's shame . My heart is rent in pieces : deaf to reason , He hears no counsel but from cruelty . Good Austin intercedes , and weeps in vain . Soft , bear her gently in . You bleed , my lord ! Who , good my lord ? Hear me , my lord , so shall the wonder cease .— The very arms he wears , were once Alphonso 's . He found them in the stores , and brac 'd them on , To assist you in your danger . They talk of naught besides ; And their craz 'd notions are so full of wonder , There 's scarce a common passage of the times , But straight their folly makes it ominous . A lie believ 'd , may in the end , my lord , Prove fatal as a written gospel truth . Therefore ——