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BARDAS: Do you ask why? (_to ANTONIO._) A little since one of your father's guard Gave his command in seal to Helena Upon the streets, to instantly repair Unto his halls--which she must henceforth _honor_. You knew it not? ANTONIO: My father? BARDAS: O, well feigned. Be sure none will suspect he is too old For knightly feat like this--and that he has A son! ANTONIO: To Helena! my father! sealed! HAEMON: Bardas, you bring the truth?--And so, my lord, You stab me through another--you, my _friend_? ANTONIO (_to BARDAS_): Do you mean that----? BARDAS: Until this hour I held The race of Charles di Tocca bold, or other But empty of all lies in deed or speech, It grows--a little low? ANTONIO: Why you are mad! Are mad! I'm naked of this thing, and hide No guilt behind the wonder of my face. For Paradises brimming with all Beauty I would not lay one fancy's weight of shame On her you name! BARDAS: A pretty protest--but A breath too heavenly. ANTONIO: Leave sneering there! You have repaid yourself--cast on me words Intolerable more than loss of life. You both shall learn this night's entangling. But know, between her, Helena, and shame I burn with flaming heart and fearless hand! (_Goes angrily._ HAEMON: He can be false and wear this mien of truth? BARDAS: I'll not believe! HAEMON: But, what: my sister seized? BARDAS: Ah, what!--"He burns with flaming heart!"--have we No flesh to understand this passion then? Bound to the wings of wide ambition he Will choose undowered worth?--To the ordeal Of mere suspicion's flaming I'd not trust The fairness of his name; but doubts in me Are sunk with proofs. HAEMON: No, no! BARDAS: Unyielding. HAEMON: Proof? He could not. No! he dare not! BARDAS: Yet the rogue Cecco, the duke's half-seneschal, half-spy, I passed upon the streets o'ermuch in wine, Leaning upon a tipsier jade and spouting With drunken mockery, "'Sweet Helena! Fair Helena!' Pluck me, wench, but the lord Antonio knows sound nuts! And sly! Why hear you now! he gets the duke to seize on the maid! The fox! The rat! Have I not heard him in
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