neither I am old 't is certaine Eumen. His spirit is a little quieter Mem. My blood lost and my limbes stif my embraces Like the cold stubborne baâ—kes â—hoaâ—ie and hearâ—es My words worse my fame only and atcheivements Which are my strength my blood my youth my fashion Must woe her win her wed her that 's but wind And Women are not brought to bed with shadowes I doe her wrong much wrong she is young and blessed Sweet as the spring and as his blossomes tender And I a nipping north wind my head hung With hailes and frostie Isicles are the soules so too When they depart hence lame and old and love les No sure 't is ever youth there Time and Death Follow our flesh no more and that forc'd opinion That Spirits have no sexes I beleive not Enter Stremon like Orpheus There must be love there is love what art thou SONG Stre. Orpheus I am come from the deep 's below To thee fond man the plagues of love to show To the faire fields where loves eternall dwell Ther 's none that came but first they passe through hell Harke and beware unlesse thou hast loved ever Beloved againe thou shalt see those joyes never Hark how they groane that dyed despairing O take heed thou Hark how they houle for over daring All those were men They that be fooles and dye for fame They loose their name And they that bleed Harke how they speed Now in cold frosts now scorching fires They sit and curse their lost desires Nor shall these soules be free from paines and feares Till Women wast them over in their teares Mem. How should I know my passage is deni'de me Or which of all the Devills dare Eumon. This Song Was rarely formed to fit him SONG Orph. Charon o Charon Thou wafter of the soules to blisse or bant Cha. Who calls the Fery man of Hell Or. Come near And say who lives in joye and whom in feare Cha. Those that dye well Eternall joy shall follow Those that dye ill their owne soule saie shall swallow Orph. Shall thy black Bark those guilty spirits stow That kill themselves for love Cha. O no no My cordage crackes when such great sins are neare No winde blowes faire nor I my selfe can steare Orph. What lovers passe and in Elizium raigne Cha. Those gentle loves that are belov'd againe Orph. This Souldier Loves and faine wood dye to win Shall he goe on Cha. No 't is too foule a sin He must not come a boord I dare not rowe Stormes of despaire and guilty blood will blowe Orph. Shall time release him saye Cha. No no no no Nor time nor death can alter us nor prayer My boate is de and who then dare But those appointed come aboord Live still And love by reason mortall not by will Or. And when thy Mistris shall close up thine eyes Cha. Then come a boord and passe Or. Till when be wise Cha. Till when be wise Eumen. How still he sitts I hope this Song has setled him 1. Cap. He bites his lipp and rowles his fierce eyes yet I feare for all this 2. Cap. Stremon still apply to him Strem. Give me more roome then sweetlie strike divinely Such straines and old earth moves at Or. The power I have over both Beast and plant Thou man alone feelst miserable want Music Strike your rare Spirits that attend my will And loose your savage wildnesse by my skill Enter a Maske of Beasts This Lion was a man of Warre that died As thou wouldst doe to guild her Ladies pride This Dog a foole that hung himselfe for love This Ape with daily hugging of a glove Forgot to eat and died This goodly tree An usher that still grew before his Ladie Wither'd at roote This for he could not wooe A grumbling Lawyer This pyed Bird a page That melted out because he wanted age Still these lye houling on the stigian shore O love no more o love no more Exit Memnon Eumen. He steales off silently as though he would sleep No more but all be nere him feed his fancie Good Stremon still this may lock up his follie Yet Heaven knowes I must feare him away softly Exeunt Captains Foole. Did I not doe most doggedly Strem. Most rarelie Foole. Hee 's a brave man when shall we dog agen Boy Unty me first for Gods sake Foole. Helpe the Boye hee 's in a wood poore child good honny Stremon Le ts have a beare baiting ye shall see me play The rarest for a single Dog at head all And if I doe not win immortall glorie Play Dog play Devill Strem. Peace for this time Foole. Prithee Le ts sing him a blacke Santis then le ts all howle In our owne beastly voices tree keepe your time Untye there bow wow wow Strem. A way ye Asse away Foole. VVhy let us doe something To satisfie the Gentleman hee 's mad A Gentleman like humour and in fashion And must have men as mad about him Strem. Peace And come in quicklie 't is ten to one els Hee l find a staffe to beat a dog no more words I le get ye all imployment soft soft in all Exeunt Enter Chilax and Cloe Chi. VVhen camest thou over wench Clo. But now this evening And have bin ever since looking out Siphax i th' warres he would have lookt me sure has gotten Some other Mistris Chi. A thousand wench a thousand They are as common here as Caterpillers Among the corne they eat up all the Souldiers Clo. Are they so hungry yet by their leave Chilax I le have a snatch too Chi. Dost thou love him still wench Clo. Why should I not he had my Maiden head And all my youth Chi. Thou art come the happiest In the most blessed time sweet wench the fittest If thou darst make thy fortune by this light Cloe And so I le kiss thee and if thou wilt but let me For 't is well worth a kindnes Clo. What shood I let ye Chi. Enjoye thy miniken Clo. Thou art still old Chilax Chi. Still still and ever shal be if I say Thou wo't strike the stroke I cannot doe much harme wench Clo. Nor much good Chi. Siphax shall be thy Husband Thy very Husband woman thy foole thy Cuckold Or what thou wilt make him I am over joy'd Ravisht cleane ravisht with this fortune kiss me Or I shall loose my self Clo. My Husband sed ye Chi. Sed I and will say Cloe nay and doe it And doe it home to Peg thee as close to him As birdes are with a pinne to one another I have it I can doe it thou wants clothes too And hee l be hanged unles he marry thee Ere he maintaine thee now he has Ladies Courtiers More then his back can bend at multitudes We are taken up for threshers will ye bite Clo. Yes Chi. And let me Clo. Yes and let ye Chi. What! Clo. VVhy that ye wo't of Chi. The turne the good turne Clo. Any turne the Roche turne Chi. That
Nor. I thank ye And thank ye for your help your timely succour By th' mas it came i th' nick sir and well handled Stoutly and strongly handled we had duckt else My Turke had Turk'd me else but he has wel paid for 't Why what a Signe for an Almanack h 'as made me Enter Astorius Ast. I am glad to finde ye here sir of necessity I must have come aboard else and brave Captain We all joy much in your faire victory And all the Island speaks your valour nobly Have ye brought the Turke in that ye took Mir. He rides there Nor. If he were out again the devill should bring him H 'as truely circumcis'd me Ast. I have a businesse Which much concernes ye presently concernes ye But not this place nor people pray ye draw off sir For t is of that weight to ye Mir. I le wait on ye I must crave leave a while my care dwels with ye And I must wait my selfe Nor. Your servant sir Mir. Believe I shall and what my love can minister Keep your stout heart still Nor. That 's my best Physitian Mir. And I shall keepe your fame faire Exit Nor. Ye are too Noble A brave young fellow of a matchlesse spirit He brought me off like thunder charg'd and boorded As if he had been shot to save mine honour And when my fainting men tyr'd with their labour And lacke of blood gave to the Turke assurance The day was his when I was cut in shreds thus And not a corn of Powder left to blesse us Then flew his Sword in then his Cannon roard And let flie blood and death in storms amongst em Then might I heare their sleepy Prophet howl'd too And all their silver Crescents then I saw Like falling Meteors spent and set for ever Under the Crosse of Malta death so wanton I never lookt upon so full of revell Enter Surgeon I will not be drest yet Me thought that fellow Was fit for no conversation nor no Christian That had not halfe his brains knockt out no Souldier Oh valiant young man how I love thy vertue 1 Soul Pray ye sir be drest alasse ye bleed apace yet Nor. T is but the sweat of honour alas thou milksop Thou man of March-paine canst thou feare to see A few light hurts that blush they are no bigger A few small scratches get ye a Cawdle sirha Your finger akes and let the old wives watch thee Bring in the booty and the prisoners By Heaven I le see 'em and dispose 'em first Before I have a drop of blood wipt from me goe Exeunt Souldiers Surg. You 'l faint sir Nor. No ye lie sir like an Asse sir I have no such pigs hurt in my belly Sur. By my life Captaine These hurts are not to be jested with Nor. If thou hadst 'em They are my companions foole my family I cannot eate nor sleepe without their company Dost take me for St Davy that fell dead With seeing of his nose bleed Enter Souldiers with booty Sur. Here they come sir But would you would be drest Nor. Pox dresse thy selfe first Thou faintst a great deale faster what 's all this 1 Sould. The money and the merchandize ye took sir Nor. A goodly purchase Is it for this we venture Our liberties and lives what can all this doe Get me some dozen surfeits some seven fresh whores And twenty pot-alleys and to and then I am vertuous Lay the Knights part by and that to pay the Souldier This is mine own I think I have deserv'd it Come now looke to me and grope me like a chambermaid I le neither start nor speake what 's that i' th trusse there 2 Soul T is cloth of Tissew sir and this is Scarlet Nor. I shall looke redder shortly then I feare me And as a Captaine ought a great deale prowder Can ye cure me of that crack Surgeon Sur. Yes when your Suit 's at pawn sir Nor. There 's for your playster A very learned Surgeon what 's in that pack there 1 Soul T is English Cloth Nor. That 's a good weare indeed Both strong and rich but it has a vertue A twang of the own Country that spoiles all A man shall nere be sober in 't Where are the Gentlemen That ventur'd with me both their lives and fortunes Come forward my faire spirits Norandine Forgets his worth when he forgets your valours You have lost an eye I saw ye face all hazards You have one left yet to choose your Mistris You have your leg broke with a shot yet sitting I saw you make the place good with your Pike still And your hand 's gone a good heart wants no instruments Share that amongst ye there 's an eye an arme And that wil beare you up when your legs cannot Oh where 's the honest Saylor that poore fellow Indeed that bold brave fellow that with his Musket Taught them new waies how to put their caps off That stood the fire of all the fight twice blowne And twice I gave him drownd welcome ashore knave Give me thy hand if they be not both lost faith thou art welcome My tough knave welcom thou wilt not shrink i th' washing Hold there 's a piece of Scarlet get thee hansome And this to buy thee Buttons Sayl. Thank ye Captaine Command my life at all houres Nor. Thou durst give it You have deserv'd too 3 Soul We have seen the fight sir Nor. Yes coyld up in a Cable like salt Eeles Or buried low i th' ballasse do you call that fighting Where be your wounds your knocks your want of limbs rogues Art not thou he that ask'd the Master-gunner Where thou mightst lie safest and he strait answered Put thy head in that hole new bor'd with a Cannon For t was a hundred to one another shot would not hit there Your wages you shall have but for rewards Take your owne waies and get ye to the Tavernes There when ye are hot with Wine 'mongst your admirers Take Ships and Towns and Castles at your pleasures And make the great Turk shake at your valours Bring in the prisoners now my brave Musulmans Enter Prisoners and Luscinda You that are Lords o th' Sea and scorn us Christians Which of your mangy lives is worth this hurt here Away to prison with 'em see 'em safe You shall finde we have Gallies too and slaves too 1 Soul What shall be done with this woman sir Nor. Pox take her T was she that set me on to fight with these rogues That Ring worme rot it what can you doe now With all your paintings and your pouncings Lady To restore my blood again you and your Cupid That have made a Carbinado of me plague take ye Ye are too deep ye rogue this is thy worke woman Thou lousie woman death you go too deep still The seeing of your simpring sweetnesse ye Filly Ye Tit ye-Tomboy what can one nights gingling Or two or ten sweet heart and oh my deare chicken Scratching my
thank ye Sir Far. Goe saddle my fore-horse put his feather on too Hee 'l praunce it bravely friend he feares no Colours And take the Armour down and see him dizin'd Soto Farewell if thou carriest thy self well in this matter I say no more but this there must be more May-Lords And I know who are fit Sil. Dance you I le fight Sir Cap. Away away Sil. Farewell I am for the Captaine Exit Far. Now to this matter againe my honest fellowes For if this go not forward I foresee friends This war will fright our neighbours out o' th villages Cheere up your hearts we shall heare better news boyes Hob. Surely I will daunce no more 't is most ridiculous I finde my wives instructions now meere verities My learned wives she often hath pronounc'd to me My safety Bomby defie these sports thou art damn'd else This Beast of Babylon I will never back againe His pace is sure prophane and his lewd wihies The Sons of Hymyn and Gymyn in the wildernesse Far. Fie neighbour Bomby in your fits againe Your zeale swets this is not carefull neighbour The Hobby-Horse is a seemely Hobby-Horse Soto And as pretty a Beast on 's inches though I say it Hob. The Beast is an unseemely and a lew'd Beast And got at Rome by the Popes Coach-Horses His mother was the Mare of ignorance Soto Cobler thou lyest and thou wert a thousand Coblers His mother was an honest Mare a Mare of good credit I know the Mare and if need be can bring witnesse And in the way of honesty I tell thee Scorn'd any Coach-Horse the Pope had thou art foolish And thy blind zeale makes thee abuse the Beast Hob. I do defie thee and thy foot-cloth too And tell thee to thy face this prophaine riding I feele it in my conscience and I dare speake it This unedified ambling hath brought a scourge upon us This Hobby-horse sincerity we liv'd in War and the sword of slaughter I renounce it And put the Beast off thus the Beast poluted And now no more shall hope on high Bomby Follow the painted Pipes of worldly pleasures And with the wicked daunce the Devills measures Away thou pamper'd jade of vanity Stand at the Livery of lewd delights now And eat the provender of prickear'd folly My daunce shall be to the pipe of persecution Far. Will you daunce no more Neighbour Hob. Surely no Carry the Beast to his Crib I have renounc'd him And all his workes Soto Shall the Hobby-horse be forgot then The hopefull Hobby-horse shall he lye founder'd If thou do'st this thou art but a cast-away Cobler My anger 's up think wisely and think quickly And look upon the quondam beast of pleasure If thou dost this mark me thou serious Sowter Thou Bench-whistler of the old tribe of toe-peeces If thou do'st this there shall be no more Shooe-mending Every man shall have a speciall care of his owne soule And in his pocket carry his two Confessors His Yugell and his Nawle if thou do'st this Far. He will dance againe for certaine Hob. I cry out on 't 'T was the fore-running sin brought in those Tilt-staves They brandish 'gainst the Church the Devill calls May-poles Take up your Horse againe and girth him to ye And girth him handsomely good neighbour Bomby Hob. I spit at him Soto Spit in the Horse face Cobler Thou out of tune-Psalm-singing Slave spit in his visnomy Hob. I spit againe and thus I rise against him Against this Beast that signifi'd destruction Fore-shew'd i th' falls of Monarchies Soto i th' face of him Spit such another spit by this hand Cobler I le make ye set a new peece o' your nose there Tak 't up I say and dance without more bidding And dance as you were wont you have been excellent And art still but for this new nicity And your wives learned Lectures take up the Hobby-horse Come 't is a thing thou hast lov'd with all thy heart Bomby And would'st do still but for the round-breecht Brothers You were not thus in the morning tak 't up I say Do not delay but do it you know I am officer And I know 't is unfit all these good fellowes Should wait the cooling of your zealous porridge Chuse whether you will dance or have me execute I le clap your neek i th' Stocks and there I le make ye Dance a whole day and dance with these at night too You mend old Shooes well mend your old manners better And suddenly see you leave off this sincerenesse This new hot batch borrowed from some brown Baker Some learned Brother or I le so bait ye for 't Take it quickly up Hob. I take my persecution And thus I am forced a by-word to my Brethren Soto Strike up strike up strike merrily Far. To it roundly Now to the harvest feast then sport againe Boyes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Silvio arm'd Sil. What shall I do live thus unknown and base still Or thrust my self into the head o th' Battell And there like that I am a Gentleman And one that never fear'd the face of danger So in her angry eyes she carried honour Fight nobly and to end my cares dye nobly Song within SIlvio go on and raise thy noble minde To noble ends fling course base thoughts behinde Silvio thou Sonne of everliving fame Now aime at vertue and a Noble Name Silvio consider Honour is not wonne Nor vertue reach't till some brave thing be done Thy Country calls thee now she burnes and bleeds Now raise thy self young man to noble deeds Into the Battell Silvio there seeke forth Danger and blood by them stands sacred worth What heavenly voice is this that followes me This is the second time 't has waited on me Since I was arm'd and ready for the Battell It names me often steeles my heart with courage Enter Belvidere deformed And in a thousand sweet noates comforts me What Beldom 's this how old she is and ugly Why do's she follow me Bel. Be not dismaid Son I wait upon thee for thy good and honour 'T was I that now sung to thee stir'd thy minde up And rais'd thy spirits to the pitch of noblenesse Sil. Though she be old and of a crooked carkasse Her voice is like the harmony of Angels Bel. Thou art my darling all my love dwells on thee The Son of vertue therefore I attend thee Enquire not what I am I come to serve thee For if thou beest inquisitive thou hast lost me A thousand long miles hence my dwelling is Deep in a Cave where but mine owne no foot treads There by mine Art I found what danger Silvio And deep distresse of heart thou wert growne into A thousand leagues I have cut through empty aire Far swifter then the sayling tack that gallops Upon the wings of angry winds to seeke thee Sometimes 'ore a swelling tide on a Dolphins back I ride Sometimes passe the earth below and through the unmoved Center go Sometimes
that becomes me not I know Good men and great names best agree together Cast off the glorious favours and the trappings Of sound and honour wealth and promises His wanton pleasures have flung on my weaknesse And chuse to serve my Countries cause and vertues Poorely and honestly and redeeme my rulnes As I would hope remission of my mischiefes Rug. Old and experienc'd men my Lord Sorano Are not so quickly caught with gilt hypocrisie You pull your clawes in now and fawne upon us As Lyons do to intice poore foolish beasts And beasts we should be too if we beleeved ye Go exercise your Art Sor. For heaven sake scorne me not Nor adde more hell to my afflicted soule Then I feele here as you are honourable As you are charitable looke gently on me I will no more to Court be no more Devill I know I must be hated even of him That was my Love now and the more he loves me For his foule ends when they shall once appeare to him Muster before his conscience and accuse him The fouler and the more falls his displeasure Princes are fading things so are their favours Mar. He weeps agen his heart is toucht sure with remorce Sor. See this and give me faire attention good my Lord And worthy Father see within this violl The remedy and cure of all my honour And of the sad Prince lyes Rug. What new trick 's this Sor. 'T is true I have done Offices abundantly Ill and prodigious to the Prince Alphonso And whilst I was a knave I sought his death too Rug. You are too late convicted to be good yet Sor. But Father when I felt this part afflict me This inward and call'd me to an audit Of my misdeeds and mischiefes Mar. Well go on Sir Sor. O then then then what was my glory then Father The favour of the King what did that ease me What was it to be bow'd to by all creatures Worshipt and courted what did this availe me I was a wretch a poore lost wretch Mar. Still better Sor. Till in the midst of all my griefe I found Repentance and a learned man to give the meanes to it A Jew an honest and a rare Phisition Of him I had this Jewell 't is a Jewell And at the price of all my wealth I bought it If the King knew it I must lose my head And willingly most willingly I would suffer A childe may take it 't is so sweet in working Mar. To whom would you apply it too Sor. To the sick Prince It will in halfe a day dissolve his melancholly Rug. I do beleeve and give him sleep for ever What impudence is this and what base malice To make us instruments of thy abuses Are we set here to poison him Sor. Mistake not yet I must needs say 't is a noble care And worthy vertuous servants if you will see A flourishing estate againe in Naples And great Alphonso reigne that 's truly good And like himselfe able to make all excellent Give him this drink this good health unto him Drinks I am not so desperate yet to kill my selfe Never looke on me as a guilty man Nor on the water as a speedy poison I am not mad nor laid out all my treasure My conscience and my credit to abuse ye How nimbly and how cheerefully it workes now Upon my heart and head sure I am a new man There is no sadnesse that I feele within me But as it meets it like a lazie vapour How it flyes off Here give it him with speed You are more guilty then I ever was And worthier of the name of evill subjects If but an houre you hold this from his health Rug. 'T is some rare vertuous thing sure he is a good man It must be so come let 's apply it presently And may it sweetly work Sor. Pray let me heare on 't and carry it close my Lords Mar. Yes good Sorano Exit Rugio Marco Sor. Do my good fooles my honest pious coxcombs My wary fooles too have I caught your wisedomes You never dream't I knew an Antidote Nor how to take it to secure mine owne life I am an asse go give him the fine cordiall And when you have done go dig his grave good Frier Some two houres hence we shall have such a bawling And roaring up and downe for Aquavitae Such rubbing and such nointing and such cooling I have sent him that will make a bonefire in 's belly If he recover it there is no heat in Hell sure Exit Enter Frederick and Podrano Fred. Podrano Pod. Sir Fred. Call hither Lord Valerio and let none trouble us Pod. It shall be done Sir Exit Enter Cassandra Fred. I know he wants no additions to his tortures He has enough for humane blood to carry Yet I must vex him further So many that I wonder his hot youth And high-bred spirit breakes not into fury I must yet torture him a little further And make my selfe sport with his miseries My anger is too poore else Here he comes Valerio Now my young married Lord how do you feele your self You have the happinesse you ever aimed at The joy and pleasure Val. Would you had the like Sir Fred. You tumble in delights with your sweet Lady And draw the minutes out in deare embraces You live a right Lords life Val. Would you had tryed it That you might know the vertue but to suffer Your anger though it be unjust and insolent Sits hansomer upon you then your scorne To do a wilfull ill and glory in it Is to do it double double to be damn'd too Fred. Hast thou not found a loving and free Prince High in his favours too that has confer'd Such hearts ease and such heapes of comfort on thee All thou coudest aske Val. You are too growne a tyrant Upon so suffering and so still a subject You have put upon me such a punishment That if your youth were honest it would blush at But you are a shame to nature as to vertue Pull not my rage upon ye 't is so just It will give way to no respect my life My innocent life I dare maintaine it Sir Like a wanton prodigall you have flung away Had I a thousand more I would allow 'em And be as carelesse of 'em as your will is But to deny those rights the Law has given me The holy Law and make her life the pennance Is such a studied and unheard of malice No heart that is not hyred from Hell dare think of To do it then too when my hopes were high High as my blood all my desires upon me My free affections ready to embrace her And she mine owne do you smile at this i st done well Is there not heaven above you that sees all Come hither Time how does your noble Mistris Cass. As a Gentlewoman may do in her case that 's newly married Sir Sickly sometimes and fond on 't like your Majesty Fred. She is breeding then Cass. She wants much
and curiously set forth To draw in riotous guests a thing exposd To every Ruffians rude assault and subject For a poore salary to a rich mans lust Though made up of diseases Caesar. Will you end yet Claris. And this a Mistris for Albertus sonne One that I should call sister Caesar. Part not with Your modesty in this violent heate the truth is For you shall be my Confessor I love her But vertuously report that gives her out Only for faire and adds not she is chast Detracts much from her for indeed she is Though of a low condition composd Of all those graces dames of highest birth Though rich in natures bounties should be proud of But leave her and to you my neerest care My dearest best Clarissa Doe not think For then you wrong me I wish you should live A barren Virgin life I rather ayme at A noble husband that may make you mother Of many children one that when I know him Worth your embraces I may serve and sue to And therefore scorne not to acquaint me with That man that happy man you please to favour Claris. I ever purposd it for I will like With your allowance Cesar. As a pawne of this Receive this ring but ere you part with it On any tearmes be certaine of your choice And make it knowne to me Enter Servants with lights Alberto Baptista Mariana Mentivole Claris. You have my hand for 't Cesar. Which were it not my sisters I should kisse With too much heate Claris. My Father and his guests Sir Alber. O my old friend my tryde friend my Baptista These dayes of rest and feasting sute not with Our tougher natures those were golden ones Which were enjoyd at Sea that 's our true Mother The Land 's to us a stepdame there we sought Honour and wealth through dangers yet those dangers Delighted more then their rewards though great ones And worth the undertakers here we study The Kitchin arts to sharpen appetite Dulde with abundance and dispute with Heaven If that the least puffe of the rough Northwinde Blast our times burthen rendring to our Palats The charming juice lesse pleasing whereas there If we had bisket powderd flesh fresh water We thought them Persian delicates and for musicke If a strong gale but made the maine yard cracke We dancde to the lowd minstrell Baptist. And feard lesse So far we were in love with noble action A tempest then a calme Alber. T is true Baptista There there from mutuall aydes lent to each other And vertuous emulation to exceed In manly daring the true schoole of friendship We learnt those principles which confirmd us friends Never to be forgot Baptist. Never I hope Albor. We were married there for bells the roring Cannon A loud proclaimd it lawfull and a prize Then newly tane and equally divided Servd as a dowry to you then stild my wife And did enable me to be a husband Fit to encounter so much wealth though got With bloud and horror Maria. If so got t is fit Sir Now you possesse it that you should enjoy it In peace and quiet I your sonne and daughter That reape the harvest of your winters labour Though debtors for it yet have often trembled When in way of discourse you have related How you came by it Alber. Trembled how the softnesse Of your sex may excuse you I le not argue But to the world how ere I hold thee noble I should proclaime this boy some cowards bastard And not the Image of Albertus youth If when some wishd occasion calls him forth To a brave tryall one weake artery Of his should show a feaver though grim death Put on a thousand dreadfull shapes to fright him The Elements the sea and all the windes We number on our compasse then conspiring To make the Scaen more ghastly I must have thee Sirra I must If once you graple with An enemies ship to boord her though you see The desperat Gunner ready to give fire And blow the deck up or like Cesars Souldiour Thy hands like his cut off hang by the teeth And die undanted Maria. I even dye to heare you My sonne my lov'd Cesario runne such hazards Blesd Saints forbid it you have done enough Already for one family that rude way I le keep him safe at home and traine him up A compleat Courtier may I live to see him By sweet discourse and gracious demeanor Winne and bring home a faire wife and a rich T is all I rest ambitious of Alber. A Wife As if there were a course to purchase one Prevailing more then honourable action Or any Intercessors move so farre To take a Mistris of a noble spirit As the true fame of glorious victories Achievd by sweat and bloud ô the brave dames Of warlike Genoa they had eyes to see The inward man and only from his worth Courage and conquests the blind Archer knew To head his shafts or light his quenched torch They were proofe against them else No Carpet Knight That spent his youth in groves or pleasant bowers Or stretching on a Couch his lazy limbes Sung to his Lute such soft and melting notes As Ovid nor Anacreon ever knew Could work on them nor once bewitch their sense Though he came so perfumd as he had robd Sabaea or Arabia of their wealth And stord it in one sute I still remember And still remember it with joy Baptista When from the resceu of the Genoa fleete Almost surprizd by the Venetian Gallies Thou didst returne and wert receivd in triumph How lovely in thy honord wounds and scars Thou didst appeare what worlds of amorous glances The beauties of the City where they stood Fix'd like so many of the fairest starrs Shot from their windowes at thee how it firde Their blouds to see the Enemies captive streames Borne through the streets nor could chast Juliana The Dukes faire Neece though garded with their greatnesse Resist this gallant charge but laying by Disparity of fortune from the object Yeelded her selfe thy prisoner Bap. Pray you chuse some other theame Mari. Can there be one more pleasing Bap. That triumph drew on me a greater torture And t is in the remembrance little lesse Then ever Captive sufferd Mari. How to gaine the favour of so great a Lady Bap. Yes since it prov'd fatall t' have bin happy Madam Adds to calamity nad the heavie losse Of her I durst not hope for once injoyd Turnes what you thinke a blessing to a curse Which griefe would have forgotten Alber. I am sorry I touchd upon it Maria. I burne rather Sir With a desire to heare the story of your loves and shall receave it as a favour Which you may grant Bap. You must not be denyde Yet with all brevity I must report it T is true faire Iuliana Genoas pride Enamord of my actions likd my person Nor could I but with joy meet her affection Since it was lawfull for my first wife dead We were closly married and for some few months
make all happy How does the Generall the valiant Memnon And how his wars Eumenes Eume. The Gods have giv'n you royall Sir a Souldier Better ne're sought a danger more approv'd In way of war more master of his fortunes Expert in leading 'em in doing valiant In following all his deeds to Victories And holding fortune certaine there King O Souldier Thou speak'st a man indeed a Generall Generall A soule conceiv'd a Souldier Eumen. Ten set Battells Against the strong usurper Diocles Whom long experience had begot a Leader Ambition rais'd too mighty hath your Memnon Won and won gloriously distrest and shooke him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing In three he beat the thunder-bolt his brother Forc'd him to wall himselfe up there not safe Shooke him with warlike Engines like an earthquake Till like a snaile he left his shell and crawl'd By night and hidious darknesse to destruction Disarm'd for ever rising more twelve Castles Some though impregnable Townes twice as many Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildnesse hath this Generall With losse of blood youth through storms tempests Cal'd to your faire obedience Drum within King O my Souldier That thou wert now within my arms what drums Drum Are those that beat Eumenes Eumen. His my Soveraigne Himselfe i' th head of conquest drawing home An old man now to offer up his glories And endlesse conquest at your shrine King Goe all And entertaine him with all Ceremonie Wee 'le keep him now a Courtier Eumen. Sir a strange one Pray God his language beare it by my life Sir He knowes no complement nor curious casting Of words into fit places ere he speak 'em He can say fight well fellow and I 'le thanke thee He that must eat must sweat bring up the reare there Or charge that wing of horse home Florish King Goe too goe too Ent. Memnon and a traine of Courtiers souldiers two Captains Chilax Valiant and wise are twins Sir welcome welcome Welcome my fortunate and famous Generall High in thy Princes favour as in fame Welcome to Peace and Paphos Mem. Thanke your Grace And would to God my dull tongue had that sweetnesse To thanke you as I should but pardon me My sword and I speake roughly Sir your battells I dare well say I have fought well for I bring ye That lazie end you wish for Peace so fully That no more name of war is who now thinkes Sooner or safer these might have bin ended Begin 'em If ye dare againe I 'le thanke him Souldier and Souldiers Mate these twenty five yeares At length your Generall as one whose merit Durst looke upon no lesse I have waded through Dangers would damp't these soft soules but to heare of The maidenheads of thousand lives hangs here Sir Since which time Prince I know no Court but Marshall No oylie language but the shock of Armes No dalliance but with death No lofty measures But weary and sad marches cold and hunger Larums at midnight Valours selfe would shake at Yet I ne're shrunke Balls of consuming Wildfire That lickt men up like lightning have I laught at And tost 'em back againe like childrens trifles Upon the edges of my Enemies swords I have marcht like whirle-windes fury at this hand waiting Death at my right Fortune my forlorne hope When I have grapled with destruction And tug'd with pale fac'd Ruine Night and Mischiefe Frighted to see a new day breake in bloud And every where I conquer'd and for you sir Mothers have wanted wombes to make me famous And blowne ambition dangers Those that griev'd ye I have taken order for i' th' earth those fooles That shall hereafter K. No more wars my souldier K. takes Mem. aside and talkes with him We must now treat of peace sir Clean. How he talkes How gloriously Cal. A goodly timber'd fellow Valiant no doubt Cle. If valour dwell in vaunting In what a phrase he speakes as if his actions Could be set of in nothing but a noise Sure has a drum in 's mouth Cal. I wonder wenches How he would speake to us Clean. Nothing but larum Tell us whose throat he cut shew us his sword And blesse it for sure biting Lucippe And t like your Grace I doe not thinke he knowes us what we are Or to what end for I have heard his followers Affirme he never saw a woman that exceeded A Sutlers wife yet or in execution Old bedrid Beldames without teeth or tongues That would not flie his furie how he lookes Clean. This way devoutly Cal Sure his Lordship 's viewing Our Fortifications Lucip. If he mount at me I may chance choake his Battery Cal. Still his eye Keeps quarter this way Venus grant his valour Be not in love Clean. If he be presently Expect a Herrald and a Trompet with ye To bid ye render we two Perdu's pay for 't else King I 'le leave ye to my sister and these Ladies To make your welcome fuller my good souldier We must now turne your sternnesse into Courtship When ye have done there to your fair repose sir Florish I know you need it Memnon welcome gentlemen Ex. Ki. Luci. Now he begins to march Madam the Van 's yours Keep your ground sure 't is for your spurrs Mem. O Venus He kneeles amaz'd and forgets to speake Cal. How he stares on me Clean. Knight him Madam knight him He will grow tooth ground els Eumenes Speake sir 't is the Princesse 1 Capt. Ye shame your selfe speake to her Cal. Rise and speake sir Ye are welcome to the Court to me to all sir Lucip. Is he not deafe Cal. The Gentleman 's not well Eumen. Fie noble Generall Lucip. Give him fresh aire his colour goes how do ye The Princesse will be glad sir Mem. Peace and heare me Clean. Command a silence there Mem. I love thee Lady Cal. I thank your Lordship heartily proceed sir Lucip. Lord how it stuck in 's stomack like a surfet Clean. It breaks apace now from him God be thanked What a fine spoken man he is Lucip. A choice one of singular variety in carriage Clean. Yes and I warrant you he knows his distance Mem. With all my heart I love thee Cal. A hearty gentleman And I were eene an arrand beast my Lord But I lov'd you againe Mem. Good Lady kisse me Clean. I marry Mars there thou cam'st close up to her Cal. Kiss you at first my Lord 't is no faire fashion Our lips are like Rose buds blowne with mens breaths They loose both sap and savour there 's my hand sir Eumen. Fie fie my Lord this is too rude Mem. Unhand me Consume me if I hurt her good sweet Lady Let me but looke upon thee Cal. Doe Mem. Yet Cal. Well sir Take your full view Lucip. Blesse your eyes sir Cal. Mercie Is this the man they talkt of for a souldier So absolute and Excellent O the Gods If I were given to that vanitie Of making sport with men for
up the messe now strike together And let them fall so Assist. Unheard of crueltie I can endure no longer seize on her Viol. Am I betraid Is this thy faith Iamy Iam. Could your desires Challenge performance of a deed so horrid Or though that you had sold your selfe to hell I should make up the bargaine Live deare Brother Live long and happy I forgive you freely To have done you this service is to me A faire Inheritance And how e're harsh language Call'd on by your rough usage pass'd my lipps In my heart I ever lov'd you All my labours Were but to shew how much your love was cozen'd When it beheld it selfe in this false Glasse That did abuse you and I am so far From envying young Ascanio his good fortune That if your State were mine I would adopt him These are the Murtherers my noble Friends Which to make triall of her bloudy purpose I won to come disguis'd thus Hen. I am too full Of griefe and shame to speake but what I 'le doe Shall to the world proclaime my penitence And howsoever I have liv'd I 'le die A much chang'd man Iam. Were it but possible You could make satisfaction to this woman Our joyes were perfect Hen. That 's my onely comfort That it is in my power I ne're was married To this bad woman though I doted on her But daily did deferre it still expecting When griefe would kill Iacintha Assist. All is come out And finds a faire successe take her Don Henrique And once againe embrace your Son Hen. Most gladly Assist. Your Brother hath deserv'd well Hen. And shall share The moitie of my State Assist. I have heard Advocate What an ill Instrument you have bin to him From this time strengthen him with honest counsells As you 'le deserve my pardon Bar. I 'le change my Copy But I am punish'd for I feare I have had A smart blow though unseene Assist. Curat and Sexton I have heard of you too let me heare no more And what 's past is forgotten For this woman Though her intent were bloody yet our Law Calls it not death yet that her punishment May deter others from such bad attempts The Dowry she brought with her shall be emploi'd To build a Nunnery where she shall spend The remnant of her life Viol. Since I have miss'd my ends I scorne what can fall on me Assist. The strict discipline Of the Church will teach you better thoughts And Signiors You that are Batchelours if you ever marry In Bartolus you may behold the issue Of Covetousnesse and Jealousie And of dotage And falshood in Don Henrique keep a meane then For be assur'd that weake man meets all ill That gives himselfe up to a womans will Exeunt Prologue TO tell ye Gentlemen we have a Play A new one too and that 't is launch'd to day The Name ye know that 's nothing to my Story To tell ye 't is familiar void of Glory Of State of Bitternesse of wit you 'll say For that is now held wit that tends that way Which we avoid To tell ye to 't is merry And meant to make ye pleasant and not weary The Streame that guides ye easie to attend To tell ye that 't is good is to no end If you believe not Nay to goe thus far To sweare it if you sweare against is war To assure you any thing unlesse you see And so conceive is vanity in me Therefore I leave it to it selfe and pray Like a good Barke it may worke out to day And stem all doubts 't was built for such a proofe And we hope highly if she lye aloofe For her owne vantage to give wind at will Why let her worke onely be you but still And sweet opinion'd and we are bound to say You are worthy Judges and you crowne the Play Epilogue THe Play is done yet our Suit never ends Still when you part you would stil part our friends Our noblest friends if ought have falne amis O let it be sufficient that it is And you have pardon'd it In Buildings great All the whole Body cannot be so neat But something may be mended Those are faire And worthy love that may destroy but spare FINIS THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER Actus Primus Scena Prima Enter Dinant and Cleremont Din. DIsswade me not Clere. It will breed a braule Din. I care not I weare a Sword Cler. And weare discretion with it Or cast it off let that direct your arme 'T is madnesse els not valour and more base Then to receive a wrong Din. Why would you have me Sit downe with a disgrace and thanke the doer We are not Stoicks and that passive courage Is onely now commendable in Lackies Peasants and Tradesemen not in men of ranke And qualitie as I am Cler. Doe not cherish That daring vice for which the whole age suffers The blood of our bold youth that heretofore Was spent in honourable action Or to defend or to enlarge the Kingdome For the honour of our Countrey and our Prince Poures it selfe out with prodigall expence Upon our Mothers lap the Earth that bred us For every trifle and these private Duells Which had their first originall from the French And for which to this day we are justly censured And banisht from all civill Governments Scarce three in Venice in as many yeares In Florence they are rarer and in all The faire Dominions of the Spanish King They are never heard of Nay those neighbour Countries Which gladly imitate our other follies And come at a deare rate to buy them of us Begin now to detest them Din. Will you and yet Cler. And I have heard that some of our late Kings For the lie wearing of a Mistris feathers A cheate at Cards or Dice and such like causes Have lost as many gallant Gentlemen As might have met the great Turke in the field With confidence of a glorious Victorie And shall we then Din. No more for shame no more Are you become a Patron to 't is a new one No more on 't burn 't give it to some Orator To help him to enlarge his exercise With such a one it might doe well and profit The Curat of the Parish but for Cleremont The bold and under-taking Cleremont To talke thus to his friend his friend that knowes him Dinant that knowes his Cleremont is absurd And meere Apocripha Cler. Why what know you of me Din. Why if thou hast forgot thy selfe I 'll tell thee And not looke backe to speake of what thou wert At fifteene for at those yeares I have heard Thou wast flesh'd and enter'd bravely Cler. Well sir well Din. But yesterday thou wast the common second Of all that onely knew thee thou hadst bills Set up on every post to give thee notice Where any difference was and who were parties And as to save the charges of the Law Poore men seeke Arbitrators thou wert chosen By such as knew thee not to compound quarrells But thou wert so
So leave me for a while Sep. Ever your Creature Exit Pho. Good day Achoreus my best friend Achillas Hath fame delivered yet no certaine rumour Of the great Roman action Achil. That we are To enquire and learn of you Sir whose grave care For Egypts happinesse and great Ptolomies good Have eyes and eares in all parts Enter Ptolomy Labienus Guard Pho. I 'le not boast What my Intelligence costs me but ere long You shall know more The King with him a Roman Ach. The scarlet livery of unfortunate war Dy'de deeply on his face Achil. 'T is Labienus Caesars Lieutenant in the wars of Gaul And fortunate in all his undertakings But since these Civill Jars he turn'd to Pompey And though he followed the better Cause Not with the like successe Pho. Such as are wise Leave falling buildings flye to those that rise But more of that hereafter Lab. In a word Sir These gaping wounds not taken as a slave Speake Pompeys osse to tell you of the Battaile How many thousand severall bloody shapes Death wore tha day in triumph how we bore The shocke of Caesars charge or with what fury His souldiers came on as if they had been So many Caesars and like him ambitious To tread upon the liberty of Rome How Fathers kill'd their Sons or Sons their Fathers Or how the Roman Peils on either side Drew Roman blood which spent the Prince of weapons The sword succeeded which in Civill wars Appoints the Tent on which wing'd victory Shall make a certaine Stand then how the Plaines Flowd o're with blood and what a cloud of vulturs And other birds of prey hung o're both armies Attending when their ready Servitors The souldiers from whom the angry gods Had tooke all sense of reason and of pity Would serve in their owne carkasses for a feast How Caesar with his Javelin force'd them on That made the least stop when their angry hands Were lifted up against some known friends face Then comming to the body of the army He shews the sacred Senate and forbids them To waste their force upon the Common souldier Whom willingly if ere he did know pity He would have spar'd Ptol. The reason Labienus Lab. Full well he knows that in their blood he was To passe to Empire and that through their bowels He must invade the Laws of Rome and give A period to the liberty of the world Then fell the Lepidi and the bold Corvini The fam'd Torquati Scipio's and Marcelli Names next to Pompeys most renown'd on earth The Nobles and the Commons lay together And Pontique Punique and Assyrian blood Made up one crimson Lake which Pompey seeing And that his and the fate of Rome had left him Standing upon the Ramper of his Camp Though scorning all that could fall on himselfe He pities them whose fortunes are embarqu'd In his unlucky quarrell cryes aloud too That they should sound retreat and save themselves That he desir'd not so much noble blood Should be lost in his service or attend On his misfortunes and then taking horse With some few of his friends he came to Lesbos And with Cornelia his Wife and Sons He 's touch'd upon your shore the King of Parthia Famous in his defeature of the Crassi Offer'd him his protection but Pompey Relying on his Benefits and your Faith Hath chosen Aegypt for his Sanctuary Till he may recollect his scattered powers And try a second day now Ptolomy Though he appeare not like that glorious Thing That three times rode in triumph and gave lawes To conquer'd Nations and made Crownes his guift As this of yours your noble Father tooke From his victorious hand and you still weare it At his devotion to do you more honour In his declinde estate as the straightst Pyne In a full grove of his yet flourishing friends He flyes to you for succour and expects The entertainment of your Fathers friend And Guardian to your selfe Ptol. To say I grieve his fortune As much as if the Crowne I weare his gift Were ravish'd from me is a holy truth Our Gods can witnesse for me yet being young And not a free disposer of my self Let not a few hours borrowed for advice Beget suspition of unthankfulnesse Which next to hell I hate pray you retire And take a little rest and let his wounds Be with that care attended as they were Carv'd on my flesh good Labienus thinke The little respite I desire shall be Wholly emploid to find the readiest way To doe great Pompey service Lab. May the gods As you intend protect you Exit Ptol. Sit sit all It is my pleasure your advice and freely Ach. A short deliberation in this May serve to give you counsell to be honest Religious and thankfull in themselves Are forcible motives and can need no flourish Or glosse in the perswader your kept faith Though Pompey never rise to the height he 's fallen from Caesar himselfe will love and my opinion Is still committing it to graver censure You pay the debt you owe him with the hazard Of all you can call yours Ptol. What 's yours Photinus Pho. Achoreus great Ptolomy hath counsaild Like a religious and honest man Worthy the honour that he justly holds In being Priest to Isis But alas What in a man sequesterd from the world Or in a private person is preferd No policy allows of in a King To be or just or thankfull makes Kings guilty And faith though prais'd is punish'd that supports Such as good Fate forsakes joyne with the gods Observe the man they favour leave the wretched The Stars are not more distant from the Earth Then profit is from honesty all the power Prerogatives and greatnesse of a Prince Is lost if he descend once but to steere His course as what 's right guides him let him leave The Scepter that strives only to be good Since Kingdomes are maintain'd by force and blood Ach. Oh wicked Ptol. Peace goe on Pho. Proud Pompey shews how much he scorns your youth In thinking that you cannot keepe your owne From such as are ore-come If you are tired With being a King let not a stranger take What nearer pledges challenge resigne rather The government of Aegypt and of Nyle To Cleopatra that has title to them At least defend them from the Roman gripe What was not Pompeys while the wars endured The Conquerour will not challenge by all the world Forsaken and despis'd your gentle Guardian His hopes and fortunes desperate makes choise of What Nation he shall fall with and pursu'd By their pale Ghosts slaine in this Civill War He flyes not Caesar only but the Senate Of which the greater part have cloid the hunger Of sharpe Pharsalian fowle he flies the Nations That he drew to his Quarrell whose Estates Are sunk in his and in no place receiv'd Hath found out Aegypt by him yet not ruin'd And Ptolomy things consider'd justly may Complaine of Pompey wherefore should he staine Our Aegypt with the spots of Civill warre Or make
heard of honesty The. Old Gentleman Take a fooles counsell Ar. 'T is a fooles indeed A very fooles thou hast more of These flams in thee these musty doubts Is 't fit the Duke send for me And honour me to eate within his presence And I like a tal fellow play at bo-peep With his pleasure The. Take heed Of bo-peep with your pate your pate sir I speak plain language now Ar. If 't were not here Where reverence bids-me hold I would so swinge thee thou rude Unmanner'd knave take from his bounty His honour that he gives me to beget Sawcy and sullen feares The. You are not mad sure By this faire light I speak But what is whisper'd And whisper'd for a truth Ar. A dog drunken people That in their Pot see visions And turne states mad-men and children Prethee doe not follow me I tell thee I am angrie Doe not follow me The. I am as angrie As you for your heart I and as wilfull too goe like a Wood-cock And thrust your neck i th' noose Ar. I le kill thee And thou speakst but three words more Doe not follow me Exit The. A strange old foolish fellow I shall heare yet And if I doe not my part hisse at me Exit Scaene 5. Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet 1. Ser. Beleeve me fellow here will be lusty drinking Many a washt pate in wine I warrant thee 2 Ser. I am glad the old Generall 's come upon my conscience That joy will make half the Court drunk Hark the Trumpets They are comming on away 1 Ser. Wee 'll have a rowse too Exit Enter Duke Archas Burris Boroskie Attend Gent Duk. Come seat your selves Lord Archas sit you there Ar. 'T is farre above my worth Duke I le have it so Are all things ready Bor. All the Guards are set The Coutt gates shut Duk. Then doe as I prescrib'd yee Be sure no further Bor. I shall well observe ye Du. Come bring some wine here 's to my sister gentlemen A health and mirth to all Ar. Pray fill it full sir 'T is a high health to vertue here Lord Burris A maiden health you are most fit to pledge it You have a maiden soule and much I honour it Passion o' me ye are sad man Du. How now Burris Goe to no more of this Ar. Take the rowse freely 'T will warme your bloud and make ye fit for jollity Your graces pardon when we get a cup sir We old men prate a pace Du. Mirth makes a banquet As you love me no more Bur. I thank your grace Give me it Lord Boroskie Boros. I have ill braines sir Bur. Damnable ill I know it Boros. But I le pledge sir This vertuous health Enter two Servants with Cloaks Bu. The more unfit for thy mouth Du. Come bring out Robes let my guests look nobly Fit for my love and presence begin downward Off with your cloaks take new Ar. Your grace deales truely Like a munificent Prince with your poor subjects Who would not fight for you what cold dull coward Durst seek to save his life when you would aske it Begin a new health in your new adornments The Dukes the Royall Dukes ha what have I got Sir ha the robe of death Duke You have deserv'd it Ar. The livorie of the grave do you start all from me Doe I smell of earth already Sir look on me And like a man is this your entertainment Doe you bid your worthiest guests to bloudy Banquets Enter a Guard A Guard upon me too this is too foule play Boy to thy good thine honour thou wretched Ruler Thou sonne of fooles and flatterers heire of hypocrites Am I serv'd in a hearse that sav'd ye all Are ye men or devills doe ye gape upon me Wider and swallow all my services Entombe them first my faith next then my integritie And let these struggle with your mangy mindes Your sear'd and seal'd up consciences till ye burst Boros. These words are death Ar. No those deeds that want rewards sirrah Those Battells I have fought those horrid dangers Leaner then death and wilder then destruction I have march'd upon these honour'd wounds times story The bloud I have lost the youth the sorrowes suffer'd These are my death these that can ne're be recompenced These that ye sit a brooding on like Toads Sucking from my deserts the sweets and favours And render me no pay againe but poisons Bor. The proud vaine souldier thou hast set Ar. Thou lyest Now by my little time of life lyest basely Malitiously and loudly how I scorne thee If I had sweld the souldier or intended As act in person leaning to dishonour As ye would faine have forced me witnesse heaven Where clearest understanding of all truth is For these are spightfull men and know no piety When Olin came grim Olin when his marches His last Incursions made the City sweat And drove before him as a storme drives Haile Such showrs of frosted fears shook all your heart-strings Then when the Volga trembled at his terrour And hid his seven curl'd heads afraid of bruising By his arm'd horses hoofes had I been false then Or blowne a treacherous fire into the souldier Had but one sparke of villanie liv'd within me Ye 'ad had some shadow for this black about me Where was your souldiership why went not you out And all your right honourable valour with ye Why met ye not the Tartar and defi'd him Drew your dead-doing sword and buckl'd with him Shot through his Squadrons like a fierie Meteor And as we see a dreadfull clap of thunder Rend the stiffe hearted Oakes and tosse their roots up Why did not you so charge him you were sick then You that dare taint my credit slipt to bed then Stewing and fainting with the feares ye had A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship Blush Coward knave and all the world hisse at thee Duk. Exceed not my command Exit Bor. I shall observe it Exit Ar. Are you gone too Come weep not honest Burris Good loving Lord no more teares 'T is not his malice This fellowes malice nor the Dukes displeasure By bold bad men crowded into his nature Can startle me fortune ne're raz'd this Fort yet I am the same the same man living dying The same mind to 'em both I poize thus equall Onely the jugling way that told me to it The Judas way to kisse me bid me welcome And cut my throat a little sticks upon me Farewell commend me to his grace and tell him The world is full of servants he may have many And some I wish him honest hee 's undone else But such another doating Archas never So try'd and touch'd a faith farewell for ever Bur. Be strong my Lord you must not go thus lightly Ar. Now what 's to doe what sayes the Law unto me Give me my great offence that speaks me guilty Bor. Laying aside a thousand petty matters As scornes and insolencies both from your selfe and followers Which you
am buried quicke I heare a dog No 't is a cricket ha here 's a cuckold buried Take heed of his horns sir here 's the doore 't is open Clarinda at the doore Whos 's there Lisan. Friend Cla. Sir Lisander Lis. I Clarin. Ye are welcome follow me and make no noise Lis. Go to your horse and keep your watch with care sirah And be sure ye sleep not Ex. Lisan Clarin Lanc. Send me out the dairy-maid To play at trump with me and keep me waking My fellow horse and I now must discourse Like two learned Almanack-makers of the stars And tell what a plentifull year 't wil prove of drunkards If I had but a pottle of Sacke like a sharp prickle To knock my nose against when I am nodding I should sing like a Nightingall but I must Keepe watch without it I am apt to dance Good fortune guide me from the faires circles Exit Enter Clarinda with a Taper and Lisander with a Pistole two Chaires set out Clarin. Come neare Caliste sitting behind a Curtaine I 'le leave ye now draw but that Curtaine And have your wish now Leon I am for thee We that are servants must make use of stoln houres And be glad of snatch'd occasions Exit Lisand. Shee is asleepe Fierce love hath clos'd his lights I may looke on her Within her eyes has lock'd his graces up I may behold and live how sweet she breathes The orient morning breaking out in odors Is not so full of perfumes as her breath is She is the abstract of all excellence and scornes a paralell Cal. Who 's there Lis. Your servant your most obedient slave adored Lady That comes but to behold those eyes againe And pay some vowes I have to sacred beauty And so passe by I am blind as ignorance And know not where I wander how I live Till I receive from their bright influence Light to direct me for devotions sake You are the Saint I tread these holy steps to And holy Saints are all relenting sweetnesse Be not inrag'd nor be not angry with me The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy And 't is the crowne of justice and the glory Where it may kill with right to save with pitty Cal. Why do you kneele I know you come to mock me T' upbraid me with the benefits you have giv'n me Which are too many and too mighty sir For my returne and I confesse 't is justice That for my cruelty you should despise me And I expect however you are calme now A foyle you strive to set your cause upon It will breake out Caliste is unworthy Coy proud disdaine full I acknowledge all Colder of comfort than the frozen North is And more a stranger to Lisanders worth His youth and faith then it becomes her gratitude I blush to grant it yet take this along A soveraigne medicine to allay displeasure May be an argument to bring me off too She is married and she is chaste how sweet that sounds How it perfumes all ayre 't is spoken in O deare Lisander would you breake this union Lis. No I adore it let me kisse your hand And seale the faire faith of a Gentleman on it Cal. You are truly valiant would it not afflict you To have the horrid name of coward touch you Such is the whore to me Lis. I nobly thanke ye And may I be the same when I dishonour ye This I may do againe Kissing her hand Cal. Ye may and worthily Such comforts maids may grant with modesty And neither make her poore nor wrong her bounty Noble Lisander how fond now am I of ye I heard you were hurt Lis. You dare not heale me Lady I am hurt here how sweetly now she blushes Excellent objects kill our sight she blinds me The roses in the pride of May shew pale to her O tyrant custome and O coward honour How ye compell me to put on mine owne chaines May I not kisse ye now in superstition For you appeare a thing that I would kneele to Let me erre that way Kisses her Cal. Ye shall erre for once I have a kind of noble pity on you Among your manly sufferings make this most To erre no farther in desire for then sir Ye adde unto the gratitudes I owe you And after death your deare friends soule shall blesse you Lis. I am wondrous honest Cal. I dare try Kisses Lis. I have tasted a blessednesse too great for dull mortality Once more and let me dye Cal. I dare not murther How will maids curse me if I kill with kisses And young men flye th' embraces of faire virgins Come pray sit down but let 's talke temperately Lis. Is my deare friend a bed Cal. Yes and asleep Secure asleep 't is midnight too Lisander Speake not so loud Lis. You see I am a Statue I could not stand else as I had eaten Ice Or tooke into my bloud a drowzie poyson And natures noblest brightest flame burne in me Midnight and I stand quietly to behold so The alarme rung and I sleep like a coward I am worne away my faith and dull obedience Like crutches carry my decayed body Down to the grave I have no youth within me Yet happily you love too Cal. Love with honour Lis. Honour what 's that 't is but a specious title We should not prize too high Cal. Dearer than life Lis. The value of it is as time has made it And time and custome have too far insulted We are no Gods to be alwaies tyed to strictnesse 'T is a presumption to shew too like 'em March but an houre or two under loves ensignes We have examples of great memories Cal. But foule ones too that greatnesse cannot cover That wife that by example sins sins double And puls the curtaine open to her shame too Me thinkes to enjoy you thus Lis. 'T is no joy Lady A longing bride if she stop here would cry The Bridegroome too and with just cause curse Hymen But yeild a little be one houre a woman I do not speake this to compell you Lady And give your will but motion let it stirre But in the taste of that weake feares call evill Try it to understand it wee 'l do no thing You 'l never come to know pure good else Cal. Fie sir Lis. I have found a way let 's slip into this errour As Innocents that know not what we did As we were dreaming both let us embrace The sin is none of ours then but our fancies What have I said what blasphemie to honour O my base thoughts pray ye take this and shoot me My villaine thoughts Noise within Cal. I weep your miserie and would to heaven-what noise Lis. It comes on louder Kill me and save your selfe save your faire honour And lay the fault on me let my life perish My base lascivious life shoote quickely Lady Cal. Not for the world retire behind the hangings And there stand close my husband close Lisander Clean. Dearest are you well Enter Cleander with a
did not spare The utmost of his strengths and his best care In the reviving it and though his powers Could not as he desired in three short howers Contract the Subject and much lesse expresse The changes and the various passages That will he look'd for you may heare this day Some Scaenes that will confirme it is a play He being ambitious that it should be known What 's good was Fletchers and what ill his owne Epilogue STill doubtfull and perplex'd too whether he Hath done Fletcher right in this Historie The Poet sits within since he must known it He with respect desires that you would shew it By some accustomed signe if from our action Or his indeavours you meet satisfaction With ours he hath his ends we hope the best To make that certainty in you doth rest FINIS THE ISLAND PRINCESSE Actus primus Scaena prima A Bell Rings Enter Pymero Christophero and Pedro Pymero. OPen the Ports and see the watch reliev'd And let the guards be careful of their busines Their vigilant eyes fixt on these Islanders They are false and desperate people when they find The least occasion open to encouragement Cruell and crafty soules beleeve me Gentlemen Their late attempt which is too fresh amongst us In which against all armes and honesty The Governour of Ternata made surprize Of our confederate the King of Tidore As for his recreation he was rowing Betweene both Lands bids us be wise and circumspect Chr. It was a mischiefe suddenly imagin'd And as soone done that Governour 's a feirce knave Unfaithfull as he is feirce too there 's no trusting But I wonder much how such poore and base pleasures As tugging at an oare or skill in steerage Should become Princes Py. Base breeding love base pleasure They take as much delight in a Baratto A little scurvy boate to row her tithly And have the art to turne and wind her nimbly Thinke it as noble too though it be slavish And a dull labour that declines a Gentleman As we Portugalls or the Spaniards do in riding In managing a great horse which is princely The French in Courtship or the dancing English In carrying a faire presence Ped. He was strangely taken But where no faith is there 's no trust he has paid for 't His sister yet the faire and great Quisara Has shewd a noble mind and much love in 't To her afflicted brother and the nobler still it appeares And seasons of more tendernes because his ruine stiles her absolute And his imprisonment adds to her profit Feeling all this which makes all men admire her The warme beames of this fortune that fall on her Yet has she made diverse and noble treaties And propositions for her brothers freedome If wealth or honour Py. Peace peace you are fool'd sir Things of these natures have strange outsides Pedro And cunning shadowes set 'em far from us Draw 'em but neare they are grosse and they abuse us They that observe her close shall find her nature Which I doubt mainly will not prove so excellent She is a Princesse and she must be faire That 's the prerogative of being royall Let her want eyes and nose she must be beautious And she must know it too and the use of it And people must beleeve it they are dam'd else Why all the neighbour Princes are mad for her Chr. Is she not faire then Py. But her hopes are fairer And there 's a haughty Master the King of Bakan That lofty sir that speakes far more and louder In his own commendations then a Cannon He is strucken dumbe with her Ped. Beshrew me she is a sweet one Py. And there 's that hopefull man of Syana That spritely fellow he that 's wise and temperate He is a lover too Chr. Wou'd I were worth her looking For by my life I hold her a compleate one The very Sun I thinke affects her sweetnesse And dares not as he does to all else dye it Into his tauny Livery Py. She dares not see him But keepes her selfe at distance from his kisses And weares her complexion in a case let him but like it A week or two or three she would looke like a Lion But the maine sport on 't is or rather wonder The Governour of Ternata her mortall enemie He that has catcht her brother King is strooke too And is arriv'd under safe conduct also And hostages of worth delivered for him And he brought a letter from his prisoner Whether compel'd or willingly delivered From the poore King or what else dare be in 't Chr. So it be honourable any thing 't is all one For I dare thinke she 'l do the best Py. 'T is certaine He has admittance and sollicites hourely Now if he have the tricke Ped. What trick Py. The true one To take her too if he be but skil'd in bat-fowling And lime his bush right Chr. I 'le be hang'd when that hits For 't is not a compel'd or forc'd affection That must take her I guesse her stout and vertuous But where 's your unckle sir our valiant Captaine The brave Ruy Dias all this while Py. I marry He is amongst 'em too Ped. A Lover Py. Nay I know not that but sure he stands in favour Or wou'd stand stifly he is no Portugall else Chr. The voyce says in good favour in the list too Of the privy woers how cunningly of late I have observ'd him and how privately He has stolne at all houres from us and how readily He has feign'd a businesse to bid the Fort farewell For five or sixe daies or a month together Sure there is something Py. Yes yes there is a thing in 't A thing would make the best on 's all dance after it A dainty thing Lord how this unckle of mine Has read to me and rated me for wenching And told me in what desperate case 't would leave me And how 't would stew my bones Ped. You car'd not for it Py. I faith not much I ventur'd on still easily And tooke my chance danger is a Souldiers honour But that this man this herbe of Grace Ruy Dias This father of our faculties should slip thus For sure he is a ferriting that he That would drinke nothing to depresse the spirit But milke and water eate nothing but thin ayre To make his bloud obedient that his youth In spight of all his temperance should tickle And have a love mange on him Chr. 'T is in him sir But honourable courtship and becomes his ranke too Py. In me 't were abominable Lecherie or would be For when our thoughts are on 't and misse their levell We must hit something Ped. Well is a noble Gentleman And if he be a suitor may he speed in 't Py. Let him alone our family ne're fail'd yet Chr. Our mad Lieutenant still merry Pyniero Thus wou'd he do if the Surgeon were searching of him Ped. Especially if a warme wench had shot him Py. But harke Christophero come hether Pedro When saw you
hold it a most famous end when both our names and lives are sacrific'd for Romes encrease Pen. Yes Curius but mark this too what glory is there of what lasting fame can be to Rome or us what full example when one is smother'd with a multitude and crowded in amongst a namelesse presse Honour got out of flint and on their heads whose vertues like the Sun exhal'd all valours must not be lost in mists and fogs of people notelesse and out of name but rude and naked nor can Rome task us with impossibilities or bid us fight against a flood we serve her that she may proudly say she has good souldiers nor slaves to choke all hazards Who but fools that make no difference betwixt certain dying and dying well would fling their fames and fortunes into this Britain-gulf this quicksand-ruine that sinking swallows us What noble hand can finde a subject fit for blood there or what sword room for his execution What air to cool us but poison'd with their blasting breaths and curses where we lie buried quick above the ground and are with labouring sweat and breathlesse pain kill'd like to slaves and cannot kill again Dru. Penyus mark ancient Wars and know that then Captains weigh'd an hundred thousand men Pen. Drusius mark ancient wisdom and you 'll finde then he gave the overthrow that sav'd his men I must not go Reg. The souldiers are desirous their Eagles all drawn out Sir Pen. Who drew up Regulus ha speak did you whose bold will durst attempt this drawn out why who commands Sir on whose warrant durst they advance Reg. I keep mine own obedience Dru. 'T is like the general cause their love of honour relieving of their wants Pen. Without my knowledge am I no more my place but at their pleasures Come who did this Dru. By Sir I am ignorant Drum softly within then enter Souldiers with Drum and Colours Pen. What am I grown a shadow Heark they march I will know and will be my self Stand disobedience he that advances one foot higher dies for 't Run thorow the Regiment upon your duties and charge 'em on command beat back again by I 'll tith 'em all else Reg. We 'll do our best Exeunt Drusius and Regulus Pen. Back cease your bawling Drums there I 'll beat the Tubs about your brains else Back do I speak with lesse fear then Thunder to ye must I stand to beseech ye home home ha do ye stare upon me Are those mindes I moulded those honest valiant tempers I was proud to be a fellow to those great discretions made your names fear'd and honour'd turn'd to wildfires O gods to disobedience Command farewel and be ye witnesse with me all things sacred I have no share in these mens shames March Souldiers and seek your own sad ruines your old Penyus dares not behold your murders Sould. Captain 2 Sould. Captain 3 Sould. Dear honour'd Captain Pen. Too too dear lov'd Souldiers which made ye weary of me and heaven yet knows though in your mutinies I dare not hate you Take your own wills 't is fit your long experience should now know how to rule your selves I wrong ye in wishing ye to save your lives and credits to keep your necks whole from the Ax hangs ore ye alas I much dishonour'd ye go seek the Britains and say ye come to glut their Sacrifices but do not say I sent ye What ye have been how excellent in all parts good and govern'd is onely left of my Command for story what now ye are for pitie Fare ye well Enter Drusius and Regulus Dru. Oh turn again great Penyus see the Souldier in all points apt for duty Reg. See his sorrow for his disobedience which he says was haste and haste he thought to please you with See Captain the toughnesse of his courage turn'd to water see how his manly heart melts Pen. Go beat homeward there learn to eat your little with obedience and henceforth strive to do as I direct ye Exeunt Souldiers Ma. My answer Sir Pen. Tell the great General my Companies are no fagots to fill breaches my self no man that must or shall can carry bid him be wise and where he is he 's safe then and when he findes out possibilities he may command me Commend me to the Captains Ma. All this I shall deliver Pen. Farewel Macer Exit Penyus Cur. Pray gods this breed no mischief Reg. It must needs if stout Swetonius win for then his anger besides the Souldiers losse of due and honour will break together on him Dru. He 's a brave fellow and but a little hide his haughtinesse which is but sometimes neither on some causes he shews the worthiest Romane this day living You may good Curius to the General make all things seem the best Cur. I shall endeavour pray for our fortunes Gentlemen If we fall this one farewel serves for a Funeral The gods make sharp our swords and steel our hearts we dare alas but cannot fight our parts Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Junius Petillius and a Herald Petill. Let him go on stay now he talks Jun. Why why should I love mine enemie what is beauty of what strange violence that like the plague it works upon our spirits blind they faign him I am sure I find it so Petill. A dog shall lead ye Jun. His fond affections blinder Petill. Hold ye there still Jun. It takes away my sleep Petill. Alas poor chicken Jun. my company content almost my fashion Petill. Yes and your weight too if you follow it Jun. 'T is sure the plague for no man dare come neer me without an Antidote 't is far worse Hell Petill. Thou art damn'd without redemption then Jun. The way to 't strew'd with fair Western smiles and April blushes led by the brightest constellations eyes and sweet proportions envying heaven but from thence no way to guide no path no wisdome brings us Petill. Yes a smart water Junius Jun. Do I fool know all this and fool still Do I know further that when we have enjoy'd our ends we lose 'em and all our appetites are but as dreams wee laugh at in our ages Petil. Sweet Philosopher Jun. Do I know on still and yet know nothing Mercie gods why am I thus ridiculous Petill. Motley on thee thou art an arrant Asse Jun. Can red and white an eye a nose a cheek Petill. But one cheek Junius an half-fac'd Mistris Jun. with a little trim that wanton fools call Fashion thus abuse mee take me beyond my reason Why should not I doat on my horse well trapt my sword well hatch'd they are as handsom things to mee more usefull and possible to rule too Did I but love yet 't were excusable my youth would bear it but to love there and that no time can give me mine honour dare not ask shee has been ravish'd my nature must not know she hates our Nation Thus to dispose my spirit Petill. Stay a little he will declame again
mine mine onely mine Petill. They are still Pen. Then to keep 'em for ever falling more have at ye heavens ye everlasting powers I am yours The work 's done that neither fire nor age nor melting envie shall ever conquer Carry my last words to the great General kisse his hands and say My soul I give to heaven my fault to justice which I have done upon my self my vertue if ever there was any in poor Penyus made more and happier light on him I faint And where there is a foe I wish him fortune I die lie lightly on my ashes gentle earth Petill. And on my sin Fare-well great Penyus noise within the souldier is in fury Now I am glad 't is done before he comes This way for me the way of toil for thee the way of honour Exit Enter Drusus and Regulus with souldiers Sould. Kill him kill him kill him Dru. What will ye do Reg. Good souldiers honest souldiers Sould. Kill him kill him kill him Dru. Kill us first we command too Reg. Valiant Souldiers consider but whose life ye seek O Drusus bid him be gone he dies else Shall Rome say ye most approved souldiers her dear children devoured the fathers of the fights shall rage and stubborn fury guide those swords to slaughter to slaughter of their own to Civil ruine Dru. O let 'em in all 's done all 's ended Regulus Penyus has found his last eclipse Come Souldiers come and behold your miseries come bravely full of your mutinous and bloody angers and here bestow your darts O onely Romane O father of the Wars Reg. Why stand ye stupid where be your killing furies whose sword now shall first be sheath'd in Penyus do ye weep Howl out ye wretches ye have cause howl ever Who shall now lead ye fortunate whose valour preserve ye to the glory of your Countrey who shall march out before ye coy'd and courted by all the mistrisses of War care counsel quick-ey'd experience and victory twin'd to him who shall beget ye deeds beyond inheritance to speak your names and keep your honours living when children fail and time that takes all with him build houses for ye to oblivion Dru. O ye poor desperate fools no more now souldiers go home and hang your arms up let iust rot 'em and humble your stern valours to soft prayers for ye have sunk the frame of all your vertues the sun that warm'd your bloods is set for ever I 'll kisse thy honour'd cheek Fare well great Penyus thou thunder-bolt fare-well Take up the body to morrow morning to the Camp convey it there to receive due Ceremonies That eye that blindes himself with weeping gets most glory Exeunt with a dead march Scaena Quarta Enter Swetonius Junius Decius Demetrius Curius and Souldiers Bonduca two daughters and Nennius above Drum and Colours Swet. Bring up the Catapults and shake the wall we will not be out-brav'd thus Nen. Shake the earth ye cannot shake our souls Bring up your Rams and with their armed heads make the Fort totter ye do but rock us into death Exit Nennius Jun. See Sir see the Icenian Queen in all her glory from the strong battlements proudly appearing as if she meant to give us lashes Dec. Yeeld Queen Bond. I am unacquainted with that language Roman Swet. Yeeld honour'd Lady and expect our mercie Exit Decius we love thy noblenesse Bond. I thank ye ye say well but mercie and love are sins in Rome and hell Swet. Ye cannot scape our strength ye must yeeld Ladie ye must adore and fear the power of Rome Bond. If Rome be earthly why should any knee with bending adoration worship her She 's vitious and your partiall selves confesse aspires the height of all impietie therefore 't is fitter I should reverence the thatched houses where the Britains dwell in carelesse mirth where the blest houshold gods see nought but chaste and simple puritie 'T is not high power that makes a place divine nor that the men from gods derive their line But sacred thoughts in holy bosoms stor'd make people noble and the place ador'd Swet. Beat the wall deeper Bond. Beat it to the center we will not sink one thought Swet. I 'll make ye Bond. No 2. Dan. O mother these are fearfull hours speak gently Enter Petillius to these fierce men they will afford ye pitie Bond. Pitie thou fearful girl 't is for those wretches that miserie makes tame Wouldst thou live lesse Wast not thou born a Princesse Can my blood and thy brave fathers spirit suffer in thee so base a separation from thy self as mercie from these Tyrants Thou lov'st lust sure and long'st to prostitute thy youth and beautie to common slaves for bread Say they had mercie the divel a relenting conscience the lives of Kings rest in their Diadems which to their bodies lively souls do give and ceasing to be Kings they cease to live Show such another fear and I 'll fling thee to their furie Swet. He is dead then Petill. I think so certainly yet all my means Sir even to the hazzard of my life Swet. No more wee must not seem to mourn here Enter Decius Dec. There 's a breach made is it your will we charge Sir Swet. Once more mercie mercie to all that yeeld Bond. I scorn to answer Speak to him girle and hear thy sister 1. Daugh. Generall hear me and mark me well and look upon me directly in my face my womans face whose onely beautie is the hate it bears ye see with thy narrowest eyes thy sharpest wishes into my soul and see what there inhabits see if one fear one shadow of a terrour one palenesse dare appear but from my anger to lay hold on your mercies No ye fools poor Fortunes fools we were not born for triumphs to follow your gay sports and fill your slaves with hoots and acclamations Petill. Brave behaviour 1 Daugh. The children of as great as Rome as noble our names before her and our deeds her envie must we gild ore your Conquest make your State that is not fairly strong but fortunate No no ye Romanes we have ways to scape ye to make yee poor again indeed our prisoners and stick our triumphs full Petill. 's death I shall love her 1 Daugh. To torture ye with suffering like our slaves to make ye curse our patience wish the world were lost again to win us onely and esteem the end of all ambitions Bond. Do ye wonder we 'll make our monuments in spite of fortune in spight of all your Eagles wings we 'll work a pitch above ye and from our height we 'll stoop as fearlesse of your bloody fears and fortunate as if we prey'd on heartlesse doves Swet. Strange stiffnesse Decius go charge the breach Exit Decius Bond. Charge it home Romane we shall deceive thee else Where 's Nennius Enter Nennius Nen. They have made a mighty breach Bond. Stick in thy body and make it good but half an hour Nen. I 'll do
poyson but a sleeping potion Which she received yet of sufficient strength So to bind up her sences that no signe Of life appeard in her and thus thought dead In her best habit as the custome is You know in Malta with all ceremonies She 's buried in her families monument In the Temple of St. Iohn I 'le bring you thither Thus as you are disguisd some six howers hence The potion will leave working Roc. Let us haste then Discover Tombe Mount Be my good angel guid me Abd. But remember You keep your Oath Mount As I desire to prosper In what I undertake Abd. I ask no more Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Miranda Norandine and Collonna Col. Here sir I have got the Key I borrowd it Of him that keeps the Church the door is open Mir. Look to the horses then and please the fellow After a few devotions I 'le retire Be not far off there may be some use of ye Give me the light come friend a few good prayers Were not bestowd in vaine now even from you sir Men that are bred in blood have no way left 'em No bath no purge no time to weare it out Or wash it off but penitence and prayer I am to take the order and my youth Loaden I must confesse with many follies Circled and bound about with sins as many As in the house of memory live figures My heart I 'le open now my faults confesse And rise a new man heaven I hope to a new life Nor. I have no great devotion at this instant But for a prayer or two I will not out sir Hold up your finger when you have praid enough Mir. Go you to that end Nor. I shall ne'r pray alone sure I have bin so us'd to answer the Clerk would I had a cushion for I shall ne'r make a good Hermit and knee till my knees are horn these stones are plaguy hard where shal I begin now for if I do not observe a method I shall be out presently Ori. Oh oh Nor. What 's that sir did ye heare Mir. Ha to your prayers Nor. 'T was here abouts t' has put me clean awry now I shall ne'r get in again ha by Land And water all children and all women I there it was I left Ori. Oh oh Nor. Never tell me sir Here 's something got amongst us Mir. I heard a groane A dismall one Ori Oh Oh Nor. Here t is here sir 't is here sir A devill in the wall Mir. T is some illusion To fright us from devotion Ori Oh oh Nor. Why t is here The spirit of a huntesman choakd with butter Her 's a new tomb new trickments too Mir. For certaine This has not bin three dayes here Nor. And a Tablet With rimes upon 't Mir. I prethee read 'em Norandine Nor. An Epi and Epi taff I think 't is I 't is taff an Epitaff Upon the most excell excell lent and Mir. Thou canst not read Nor. I have spoild mine eyes with gunpowder Mir. An Epitaph upon the most vertuous and excellent Lady The honor of Chastity Oriana Nor. The grand masters sister how a devil came she here When slipt she out o th' way the stone 's but half upon her Mir. T is is a sodain chang certain the mischiefe Mountferrat offerd to her broak her heart-strings Nor. Would he were here I would be the clerk my self And by this little light I would bury him alive here Her 's no lamenting now Ori. Oh oh Nor. There t is Mir. Sure from the monument the very stone groanes for her Oh deer Lady blessing of women vertue of thy sex How art thou set for ever how stolne from us Babling and prating now converse with women Nor. Sir it rises it looks up She rises up Mir. Heaven blesse us Nor. It is in womans cloathes it rises higher Mir. It looks about and wonders sure she lives sir T is she t is Oriana t is that Lady Nor. Shall I go to her Ori. Where am I Mir. Stand still Ori. What place is this Nor. She is as live as I am Ori. What sinell of earth and rotten bones what dark place Lord whether am I carried Nor. How she stares And sets her eyes upon him Mir. How is 't deer Lady Do you know me how she shakes Ori. You are a man Mir. A man that honours you Ori. A cruell man Ye are all cruell are you in your grave too For ther 's no trusting cruell man above ground Nor. Byr' Lady that goes hard Mir. To do your service And to restore ye to the joyes you were in Ori. I was in joyes indeed and hope Mir. She sincks againe Again she is gon she is gon gon as a shadow She sinks for ever friend Nor. She is cold now She is certainly departed I must cry too Mir. The blessed angels guide thee put the stone too Beauty thou art gon to dust goodnesse to ashes Nor. Pray take it well we must all have our houres sir Mir. I thus we are and all our painted glory A buble that a boy blowes in toth ' ayre And there it breaks Nor. I am glad ye sav'd her honour yet Mir. Would I had sav'd her life now too oh heaven For such a blessing such a timely blessing O friend what deer content 't would be what story To keep my name from wormes Oria Oh oh Nor. She lives again 'T was but a trance Mir. Pray ye call my man in presently Help with the stone first oh she stirs againe Oh call my man away Nor. I fly I fly sir Mir. Upon my knees O heaven O heaven I thank thee The living heat steales into every member En. Colonn Come help the Coffin out softly and sodainly Norand VVhere is the Clerk Col. Drunk above he is sure sir Mir. Sirah you must be secret Col. As your soule sir Mir. Softly good friend take her into your armes Nor. Put in the crust againe Mir. And bring her out there when I am a horseback My man and I will tenderly conduct her Unto the Fort slay you and watch what issue And what inquirie 's for the body Nor. Well sir Mir. And when ye have done come back to me Nor. I will Mir. Softly oh softly Nor. She growes warmer still sir Col. What shall I do with Key Mir. Thou canst not stir now Leave it i th' door go get the horses ready Exeunt Roc. The door 's already open the Key in it En. Rocca Mountferrat Abdella With a dark lanthorn Mount What were those past by Roc. Some scout of Souldiers I think Mount It may be well so for I saw their horses They saw not us I hope Abd. No no we were close Beside they were far off Mount What time of night is 't Abd. Much about twelve I think Roc. Let me go in first For by the leaving open of the door here There may be some body in the Church give me the Lanthorne Abd. You 'l love me now I hope Mount Make
le seeke some other Lam. As I am You may command me Vit. Spoke like that true friend That loves not onely for his private end Exeunt Scaena secunda Enter Genevora with a Letter and Bobadilla Gen. This from Madona Clara Bob. Yes and 't please you Gen. Alvarez daughter Bob. The same Lady Gen. She That sav'd my brothers life Bob. You are still in the right She wil'd me wait your walking forth and knowing How necessary a discreet wise man Was in a businesse of such weight she pleas'd To think on me it may be in my face Your Ladiship not acquainted with my wisdome Finds no such matter what I am I am Thought 's free and think you what you please Gen. T is strange Bob. That I should be wise Madam Gen. No thou art so There 's for thy paines and prethee tell thy Lady I wil not faile to meet her I le receive Thy thanks and duty in thy present absence Farewell farewel I say now thou art wise Exit Bob. She writes here she hath something to impart That may concerne my brothers life I know not But generall fame does give her out so worthy That I dare not suspect her yet wish Lucio Enter Lucio Were Master of her mind but fie upon 't Why do I think on him see I am punish'd for it In his unlookd for presence Now I must Endure another tedious piece of Courtship Would make one forsweare curtesie Luc. Gracious Madam The sorrow paid for your just anger towards me Arising from my weaknesse I presume To presse into your presence and dispaire not An easie pardon Gen. He speaks sende oh strange Luc. And yet believe that no desire of mine Though all are too strong in me had the power For their delight to force me to infringe What you commanded it being in your part To lessen your great rigour when you please And mine to suffer with an humble patience What you 'l impose upon it Gen. Courtly too Luc. Yet hath the poore and contemn'd Lucio Madam Made able onely by his hope to serve you Recover'd what with violence not justice Was taken from him and here at your feet With these he could have laid the conquer'd head Of Lamorall t is all I say of him For rudely touching that which as a relique I ever would have worship'd since t was yours Gen. Valiant and every thing a Lady could Wish in her servant Luc. All that 's good in me That heavenly love the opposite to base lust Which would have all men worthy hath created Which being by your beames of beauty form'd Cherish as your own creature Gen. I am gone Too far now to dissemble rise or sure I must kneele with you too let this one kisse Speake the rest for me t is too much I doe And yet if chastity would I could wish more Luc. In overjoying me you are grown sad What is it Madam by There 's nothing that 's within my nerves and yet Favour'd by you I should as much as man But when you please now or on all occasions You can think of hereafter but you may Dispose of at your pleasure Gen. If you breake That oath again you lost me Yet so wel I love you I shall never put you to 't And yet forget it not rest satisfied With that you have receiv'd now there are eyes May be upon us till the difference Between our friends are ended I would not Be seen so private with you Luc. I obey you Gen. But let me heare oft from you and remember I am Vitellies sister Luc What 's that Madam Gen. Nay nothing fare you well who feeles loves fire Would ever aske to have means to desire Exeunt Scena tertia Enter Assistente Sayavedra Anastro Herald Attendants Assis. Are they come in Har. Yes Assis. Read the Proclamation That all the people here assembled may Have satisfaction what the Kings deere love In care of the Republique hath ordained Attend with silence read aloud Herald reads FOrasmuch as our high and mighty Master Philip the potent and most Catholique King of Spaine hath not onely in his own Royall person been long and often sollicited and grieved with the deadly and uncurable hatred sprung up betwixt the two ancient and most honourably discended Houses of these his two deerely and equally beloved Subjects Don Ferdinando de Alrarez and Don Pedro de Vitelli all which in vaine his Majesty hath often endeavoured to reconcile and qualifie But that also through the debates quarrels and outrages daily arising falling and flowing from these great heads his publique civill Government is seditiously and barbarously molested and wounded and many of his chiefe Gentry no lesse tender to his Royall Majesty then the very branches of his own sacred blood spoyld lost and submerged in the impious inundation and torrent of their still-growing malice It hath therefore pleased His sacred Majesty out of His infinite affection to preserve his Common-wealth and generall peace from farther violation as a sweet and heartily loving father of his people and on the earnest petitions of these Arch-enemies to Order and Ordaine That they be ready each with his wel-chosen and beloved friend arm'd at all points like Gentlemen in the Castle of St. Jago on this present Munday morning betwixt eight and nine of the clocke where before the combatants be allowed to commence this granted Duell This to be read aloud for the publique satisfaction of his Majesties welbeloved Subjects 'Save the King Drums within Say Hark how their Drums speak their insatiate thirst Of blood and stop their eares 'gainst pious peace Who gently whispering implores their friendship Assis. Kings nor authority can master fate Admit 'em then and blood extinguish hate Enter severally Alvarez and Lucio Vitelli and Lamora Say Stay yet be pleasd to think and let not daring Wherein men nowadaies exceed even beasts And think themselves not men else so transport you Beyond the bounds of Christianity Lord Alvarez Vitelli Gentlemen No Town in Spaine from our Metropolis Unto the rudest hovell but is great With your assured valours daily proofes Oh wil you then for a superfluous fame A sound of honour which in these times all Like heretiques professe with obstinacy But most erroneously venture your soules T is a hard tasque thorough a Sea of blood To saile and land at Heaven Vit. I hope not If justice be my Pilot but my Lord You know if argument or time or love Could reconcile long since we had shook hands I dare protest your breath cooles not a veine In any one of us but blowes the fire Which nought but blood reciprocall can quench Alv. Vitelli thou sayst bravely and sayst right And I wil kill thee for 't I love thee so Vit. Ha ha old man upon thy death I le build A story with this arme for thy old wife To tell thy daughter Clara seven yeeres hence As she sits weeping by a winter fire How such a time Vitelli slew her husband With
Is not thy Master strangely fallen when thou Servest for no wages but for charity Thou dost surcharge me with thy plenteous love The goodnesse of thy vertue shown to me More opens still my disability To quit thy pains Credit me loving boy A free and honest nature may be opprest Tir'd with curtesies from a liberall spirit When they exceed his means of gratitude Ver. But t is a due in him that to that end Extends his love or duty Mont. Little world Of vertue why dost love and follow me Ver. I will follow you through all Countries I le run fast as I can by your horse side I le hold your stirrop when you doe alight And without grudging waite till you returne I le quit offerd meanes and expose my selfe To cold and hunger still to be with you Fearlesse I le travell through a wildernesse And when you are weary I will lay me down That in my bosome you may rest your head Where whilst you sleep I le watch that no wild beast Shall hurt or trouble you and thus we 'l breed a story To make every hearer weep When they discourse our fortunes and our loves Mont. Oh what a scoffe might men of Wormes make If they did know this boy but my desire Is that thou wouldest not as thou usest still When like a servant I 'mong servants sit Waite on my Trencher fill my cups with wine Why shouldst thou doe this boy prethee consider I am not what I was Ver. Curst be the day when I forget that Montague was my Lord or not remember him my Master still Mont. Rather curse me with whom thy youth hath spent So many houres and yet untaught to live By any worldly qualitie Ver. Indeed you never taught me how to handle Cards To cheat and coz in men with oathes and lies Those are the wordly qualities to live Some of our Scarlet Gallants teach their boyes These worldly qualities Since stumbling fortune then leaves vertue thus Let me leave fortune ere be vicious Mont. Oh lad thy love will kill me Ver. In truth I think in conscience I shall die for you Good Master weep not doe you want aught sir Will you have any money here 's some Silver And here 's a little Gold 't will serve to play And put more troublesome thoughts out of your mind I pray sir take it I le get more with singing And then I le bring it you my Lady ga 't me And it was not covetousnesse But I forgot to tell you sooner on 't Mont. Alasse boy thou art not bound to tell it me And lesse to give it buy thee Scarfes and Garters And when I have money I will give thee a Sword Nature made thee a beauteous Cabinet To lock up all the godnesse of the Earth Enter Charlote Ver. I have lost my voyce with the very sight of this Gentlewoman good sir steale away you were wont to be a curious avoyder of womens company Mont. Why boy thou darst trust me any where darst thou not Ver. I had rather trust you by a roaring Lyon then a ravening woman Mont. Why boy Ver. Why truly she devoures more mans flesh Mont. I But she roares not boy Ver. No sir why she is never silent but when her mouth is full Charl. Mounsier Montague Mont. My sweet fellow since you please to call me so Ver. Ah my conscience she would be pleased well enough to call you bedfellow oh Master do not hold her by the hand so a woman is a lyme-bush that catcheth all she toucheth Charl. I do most dangerously suspect this boy to be a wench art thou not one come hither let me feele thee Ver. With all my heart Charl. Why dost thou pull off thy glove Ver. Why to feele whether you be a boy or no Charl. Fie boy goe too I le not looke your head nor combe your locks any more if you talke thus Ver. Why I le sing to you no more then Charl. Fie upon 't how sad you are a young Gentleman that was the very Sunne of France Mont. But I am in the eclipse now Charl. Suffer himselfe to be over-run with a Lethargy of melancholy and discontent rouze up thy spirit man and shake it off A Noble soule is like a ship at Sea That sleepes at Anchor when the Ocean 's calme But when she rages and the wind blows high He cuts his way with skill and Majesty I would turn a foole or Poet or any thing or marry to make you merry prethee let 's walke good Veramour leave thy Master and me I have earnest businesse with him Ver. Pray doe you leave my Master and me we were very merry before you came he does not covet womens companie What have you to do with him come sir will you goe And I le sing to you again I'faith his mind is stronger then to credit womens vows and too pure to be capable of their loves Charl. The boy is jealous sweet lad leave us my Lady call'd for you I sweare that 's a good child there 's a piece of Gold for thee go buy a Feather Ver. There 's two pieces for you do you goe and buy one or what you will or nothing so you goe Nay then I see you would have me go sir why 'faith I will now I perceive you love her better then you doe me but God blesse you whatever you do or intend I know you are a very honest man Exit Charl. Still shall I woe thee whilst thy eares reply I cannot or I will not marry thee Why hast thou drawn the blood out of my cheekes And given a quicker motion to my heart Oh thou hast bred a fever in my veines Call'd love which no Physitian can cure Have mercy on a maid whose simple youth Mont. How your example fairest teacheth me A ceremonious Idolatry kneels By all the joy of love I love thee better Then I or any man can tell another And will expresse the mercy which thou crav'st I will forbeare to marry thee consider Thou art natures heire in feature and thy parents In faire inheritances rise with these thoughts And look on me but with a womans eye A decayd fellow voyd of means and spirit Charl. Of spirit Mont. Yes could I tamely live Forget my fathers blood waite and make legs Staine my best breeches with the servile drops That fall from others draughts Charl. This vizard wherewith thou wouldst hide thy spirit Is perspective to shew it plainlier This under-value of thy life is but Because I should not buy thee what more speaks Greatnesse of man then valiant patience That shrinks not under his fates strongest strokes These Roman deaths as falling on a Sword Opening of veines with poyson quenching thirst Which we erroneously doe stile the deeds Of the heroicke and magnanimous man Was dead-eyd cowardise and white cheeke feare Who doubting tyranny and fainting under Fortunes false Lottery desperately runne To death for dread of death that soules most stout That bearing all
manners you shall finde If I transgresse my custome you doe lie And are a villaine which I had rather yet My Sword had prov'd then I been forc'd to speake Nay give us leave and since you stand so haughtily And highly on your cause let you and I Without engaging these two Gentlemen singly determine it Long. My Lord you 'l pardon us Dub. I trust your Lordships may not doe us that affront Ami. As how Dub. We kisse your Lordships hand and come to serve you here with Swords Long. My Lord we understand our selves Dub. We have had the honour to be call'd unto the businesse and we must not now quit it on terms Ami. Not terms of reason Long. No no reason for the quitting of our calling Dub. True if I be call'd to 't I must aske no reason Long. Nor heare none neither which is lesse It is a favour if my throat be cut Your Lordship does me which I never can A noise within crying down with their Swords Nor must have hope how to requite what noise What cry is that my Lord upon your guard Some treachery is a foot Enter Lady Orleans Lamira Montague Lady O here they are My Lord deare Lady helpe me helpe me all I have so woefull interest in both I know not which to feare for most and yet I must prefer my Lord Deare brother You are too understanding and too Noble To be offended when I know my duty Though scarce my teares will let me so to do it Orl. Out loathed strumpet Lady O my dearest Lord If words could on me cast the name of whore I then were worthy to be loath'd but know Your unkindnesse cannot make me wicked And therefore should lesse use that power upon me Orl. Was this your art to have these actors come To make this interlude withdraw cold man And if thy spirit be not frozen up Give me one stroke yet at thee for my vengeance Ami. Thou shalt have stroakes and stroakes thou glorious man Till thou breathst thinner ayre then that thou talkest Lam. My Lord Count Amiens Lady Princely husband Orl. Whore Lam. You wrong her impudent Lord O that I had the bulke Of those dull men look how they stand and no man Will revenge an innocent Lady Ami. You hinder it Madam Lam. I would hinder you is there none else to kill him Lady Kill him Madam have you learn'd that bad Language O repent And be the motive rather both kill me Orl. Then die my infamy Mont. Hold bloody man Orl. Art thou their Basiliske Mont: To strike thee dead but that thy fate deserves some weightier hand Dub. Sweet my Lord Orl. O here 's a plot you bring your champions with you the adultresse with the adulterer Out howling Dub. Good my Lord Orl. Are you her Graces countenance Lady the receiver to the poore vicious couple Dub. Sweet my Lord Orl. Sweet rascall didst not thou tell me false fellow This Montague here was murdered Dub. I did so but he was falser and a worthlesse Lord Like thy foule selfe that would have had it so Long. Orleance t is true and shall be prov'd upon thee Mont. Thy malice Duke and this thy wicked nature are all as visible as thou but I borne to contemne thy iniuries doe know that though thy greatnesse may corrupt a Jury and make a Judge afraid and carry out a world of devils with thy title yet thou art not quiet at home thou bearest about thee that that doth charge thee and condemne thee too The thing that grieves me more and doth indeed displease me is to thinke that so much basenesse stands here to have encountered so much honour Pardon me my Lord what late my passion spake when you provok'd my innocence Orl. Yes doe O flattery becomes him better then the sute he weares give him a new one Amiens Ami. Orleance t is here no time nor place to jest or raile Poorely with you but I will finde a time to Whisper you forth to this or some fit place As shall not hold a second interruption Mont. I hope your Lordships honour and your life Are destined unto higher hazzards this is of A meaner arme Dub. Yes faith or none Long. He is not fit to fall by an honest Sword A Prince and lie Dub. And slander and hire men To publish the false rumours he hath made Long. And sticke 'em on his friends and innocents Dub. And practice against their lives after their fames Long. In men that are the matter of all leudnesse Bands thieves and cheaters it were monstrous Dub. But in a man of blood how more conspicuous Ami. Can this be Lady They doe slander him Orl. Hang them a paire of railing hangbies Long. How stand Orleance stay give me my Pistols boy Hinder me not by I will kill him Lady O stay his fury Ami. Longueville my friend Long. Not for my selfe my Lord but for mankind And all that have an interest to vertue Or title unto innocence Ami. Why heare me Long. For justice sake Ami. That cannot be Long. To punish his wives your honour and my Lords wrongs here whom I must ever call so for your loves I le sweare I le sacrifice Ami. Longaville I did not thinke you a murtherer before Long. I care not what you thought me Ami. By If thou attempt His life thy own is forfeit Mont. Foolish frantick man the murder will be of us not him Lady O God Mont. We could have kild him but we would not take The justice out of fates Singe but a haire of him thou diest Long. No matter shoot Ami. Villaine Dub. My Lord your sister is slaine Ami. Biancha Mont. O haplesse and most wretched chance Lam. Standst thou looking upon the mischief thou hast made Thou Godlesse man feeding thy blood-shot eyes With the red spectacle and art not turn'd to stone With horrour hence and take the wings of thy blacke Infamy to carry thee beyond the shoot of looks Or sound of curses which will pursue thee still Thou hast out-fled all but thy guilt Orl. O wish it off again for I am crack'd Under the burden and my heart will breake How heavy guilt is when men come to feele If you could know the mountaine I sustaine With horror you would each take off your part And more to ease me I cannot stand Forgive where I have wrong'd I pray Ami. Looke to him Montague Long. My Lords and Gentlemen the Lady is well but for feare Unlesse that have shot her I have the worst on 't that needs would venture Upon a tricke had like to ha' cost my guts Look to her she 'l be well it was but Powder I chargd with thinking that a guilty man Would have been frighted sooner but I am glad He 's come at last Lam. How is Byancha well Ami. Lives she see sister doth she breath Lady O Gentlemen thinke you I can breath That am restored to the hatefull sense Of feeling in me my deare husbands death O no I live
Till with the wonder they have wak't your justice And forc't ye feare our curses as we yours Enter Theanor Crates with Vizards My shame still followes me and still proclames me He turnes away in scorne I am contemned too A more unmanly violence then the other Bitten and flung away What ere you are Sir you that have abus'd me and now most basely And sacrilegiously rob'd this faire Temple I fling all these behinde me but looke upon me But one kinde loving look be what ye will So from this hower you will be mine my Husband And you his hand in mischiefe I speake to you too Counsell him nobly now you know the mischief The most unrighteous act he has done perswade him Perswade him like a friend knock at his Conscience Till faire Repentance follow yet be worthy of me And shew your self if ever good thought guided ye You have had your foul will make it yet fair with marriage Open your self and take me wed me now Draws his Dagger More fruits of Villany your Dagger come Ye are mercifull I thank ye for your medicine Is that too worthy too Enter the rest disguis'd Devill thou with him Thou penny Bawd to his Lust will not that stir thee Do you work by tokens now Be sure I live not For your owne safeties knaves I will sit patiently But as ye are true Villaines the Devills owne servants And those he loves and trusts make it as bloody An Act of such true horrour Heaven would shake at 'T will shew the braver goodnesse hold my hope fast And in thy mercies looke upon my ruines And then I am right my eyes grow dead and heavy Enter sixe disguis'd singing and dancing to a horrid Musick and sprinkling water on her face Wrong me no more as ye are men The. She is fast Cra. Away with her Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Agenor and Gentlemen with Torches Ag. Now Gentlemen the time 's come now t' enjoy That fruitfull happinesse my heart has long'd for This day be happy call'd and when old Time Brings it about each yeare crown'd with that sweetnesse It gives me now see every man observe it And laying all aside beares shew of businesse Give this to joy and triumph How sits my cloaths 1 Gent. Handsome and wondrous well Sir Ag. Do they shew richly For to those curious eyes even beauty envies I must not now appeare poore or low fashion'd Me thinks I am younger then I was farre younger And such a promise in my bloud I feele now That if there may be a perpetuall youth Bestowed on man I am that soule shall win it Do's my haire stand well Lord how ill-favourdly You have drest me to day how baldly why this Cloke 2 Gent. Why 't is the richest Sir Ag. And here ye have put me on A paire of Breeches look like a paire of Bagpipes 1 Gent. Beleeve Sir they shew bravely Ag. Why these Stockings 2 Gent Your Legg appeares Ag. Peuh I would have had 'em peach collour All young and new about me and this Scarfe here A goodly thing you have trickt me like a Puppet 1 Gent. I le undertake to rig forth a whole Navie And with lesse labour then one man in love They are never pleas'd 2 Gent. Me thinks he lookes well 1 Gent. Well As man can looke as handsome now do I wonder He found not fault his Nose was put on ugly Or his Eyes lookt too gray and rayle at us They are the waywards things these Lovers 2 Gent. All will be right When once it comes to th' push 1 Gent. I would they were at it For our owne quiet sake Ag. Come wait upon me And beare your selves like mine my friends and nobly Ex. Scaena Tertia Enter Theanor Crates and Erates bringing Merione Erat. This is her Brothers Doore Cra. There lay her downe then Lay her along she is fast still Ser. As forgetfulnesse Cra. Be not you stirr'd now but away to your Mother Give all attendance let no staine appeare Of feare or doubt in your face carry your selfe confidently The. But whither runs your drift now Cra. When she wakes Either what 's done will shew a meere dreame to her And carry no more credit or say she finde it Say she remember all the circumstances Twenty to one the shapes in which they were acted The horrours and the still affrights we shew'd her Rising in wilder figures to her memory Will run her mad and no man ghesse the reason If all these faile and that she rise up perfect And so collect her selfe beleeve this Sir Not knowing who it was that did this to her Nor having any power to ghesse the thing done too Being the utter undoing of her Honour If it be knowne and to the worlds eye publish'd Especially at this time when Fortune courts her She must and will conceale it nay forget it The woman is no Lucrece get you gone Sir And as you would have more of this sport feare not The. I am confirm'd farewell Cra. Farewell away Sir Disperse your selves and as you love his favour And that that crowns it Gold no tongues amongst ye You know your charge this way goes no suspition Exeu. Enter Agenor and Leonides with two Gent. with Lights Ag. You are stirring early Sir Leo. It was my duty To wait upon your Grace Ag. How fares your Sister My beauteous Mistris what is she ready yet Leo. No doubt she 'l lose no time Sir yong Maids in her way Tread upon thornes and think an houre an age Till the Priest has done his part that theirs may follow I saw her not since yesterday i th' evening But Sir I am sure she is not slack beleeve me Your grace will finde a loving soule Ag. A sweet one And so much joy I carry in the thought of it So great a happinesse to know she is mine Beleeve me noble Brother that to expresse it Me thinkes a Tongue 's a poore thing can do nothing Imagination lesse who 's that that lies there Leo. Where Sir Ag. Before the doore it lookes like a woman Leo. This way I came abroad but then there was nothing One of the Maids o're-watch'd belike Ag. It may be Leo. But me thinks this is no fit place to sleep in 1 Gent. 'T is sure a woman Sir she has Jewels on too She feares no foule play sure Leo. Bring a Torch hither Yet 't is not perfect day I should know those Garments Ag. How sound she sleepes Leo. I am sorry to see this Ag. Do you know her Leo. And you now I am sure Sir Ag. My Mistris how comes this Enter Queen Theanor Beliza Euphanes Neanthes attendants Leo. The Queene and her traine Quee. You know my pleasure Eup. And will be most carefull Quee. Be not long absent the suit you preferr'd Is granted Nea. This fellow mounts apace and will Towre o're us like a Falcon Quee. Good morrow to ye all why stand ye wondring Enter the house Sir and bring out your Mistris You must
you shall finde him worthy so delivering The Prince back I shall leave him to your Guard Leo. The Queene is good and gracious kisse her hand Ag. And seale our duties Sir depart in peace The. Oh Sir you now perceive when in the scales Nature and fond affection weigh together One poyzes like a feather and you know my Lords What 's to be done Euph. Your Highnesse is unarm'd Please you to use mine and to lead the Army Back to your Mother Conon march you with 'em Con. I will my Lord But not so farre as not To bring you help if danger looke upon you Exit Euph. Why doe you looke so strangely fearefully Or stay your deathfull hande be not so wise To stop your rage looke how unmoov'dly here I give my selfe my Countries sacrifice An innocent sacrifice Truth laughs at death And terrifies the killer more then kill'd Integrity thus armelesse seekes her foes And never needs the Target nor the Sword Bow nor invenom'd shafts Leo. We are amaz'd Not at your eloquence but impudence That dare thus front us Ag. Kill him who knowes not The iron forehead that bold mischiefe weares Leo. Forbeare a while Agenor I doe tremble And something sits like vertue in his face Which the gods keep Euph. Agenor strike Leonidas You that have purchas'd fame on certaine grounds Loose it on supposition smeare your hands In guiltlesse blood laugh at my Martyrdome But yet remember when Posterity Shall read your Volumes fill'd with vertuous acts And shall arrive at this black bloody leafe Noting your foolish barbarisme and my wrong As time shall make it plaine what followes this Disciphering any noble deed of yours Shall be quite lost for men will read no more Leo. Why dare you say you are innocent Euph. By all the gods as they Of this foule crime why Gent. pry clean through my life Then weigh these circumstances think you that he Which made day night and men to furies turn'd Durst not trust silence vizors nor her sence That suffer'd but with Charmes and Potions Cast her asleep for all this I have enquir'd Acted the Fable of Proserpines Rape The place by all description like to Hell And all to perpetrate unknowne his Lust Would fondly in his Person bring a Ring And give it a betrothed Wife i th' same house Where the poore injur'd Lady liv'd and groan'd Ag. Hell gives us Art to reach the depth of sin But leaves us wretched Fooles when we are in Euph. Had it given me that Art and left me so I would not thus into the Lyons jawes Have thrust my selfe defencelesse for your good The Princes safety or the Common-weales You know the Queene deny'd me and sent us Commanders to surprize you and to race This Tower down we had power enough to doe it Or starve you as you saw and not to tender My Person to your wrath which I have done Knowing my heart as pure as infants sleep Leo. What think you Sir Ag. No harme I am sure I weepe Euph. The gods are just and mighty but to give you Further assurance and to make your selves Judges and witnesses of my innocency Let me demand this question On what night Was this foule deed committed Ag. On the Eave Before our Marriage meant Euph. Leonidas Your rage being off that still drownes memory Where was your selfe and I that very night And what our conference Leo. By the gods 't is true Both in her Highnesse Chamber conferring Even of this Match untill an houre of day And then came I to call you we are sham'd Ag. Vtterly lost and sham'd Euph. Neither be chear'd He that could finde this out can pardon it And know this Ring was sent me from the Queene How she came by it yet is not exquir'd Deeper occurrents hang on 't and pray Heaven That my suspicions prove as false as yours Which for the world till I have greater proofe I dare not utter what nor whom they touch Only this build upon with ail my nerves I le labour with ye till time waken truth Ag. There are our swords Sir turne the points on us Leo. Punish Rebellion and revenge your wrong Euph. Sir my revenge shall be to make your peace Neither was this Rebellion but rash love Enter Conon Con. How 's this unarm'd left now found doubly arm'd And those that would have slaine him at his feet Oh Truth thou art a mighty Conqueresse The Queene my Lord perplex'd in care of you That crosse to her command hazard your selfe In person here is come into the Field And like a Leader marches in the head Of all her Troopes vowes that she will demolish Each stone of this proud Tower be you not safe She chafes like stormes in Groves now sighs now weepes And both sometimes like Raine and Wind commixt Abjures her Son for ever lesse himselfe Do fetch you off in person that did give Your selfe to save him of your owne free will And sweares he must not nor is fit to live Euph. Oh she 's a Mistris for the gods Ag. And thou A godlike servant fit for her Leo. Wide Greece May boast because she cannot boast thy like Euph. Thus Conon tell her Highnesse Con. My joy flyes Euph. Let 's toward her march sterne Drum speake gentle peace Leo. We are prisoners lead us ne're was knowne A president like this one unarm'd man Suspected to captive with golden words Truth being his sheild so many arm'd with swords Ex. Enter at one Doore Queen Theanor Crates Conon Lords Souldiers at another Euphanes with two swords Agenor Leonidas Souldiers Euphanes presents Leonidas on his knees to the Queen Agenor bare-headed makes shew of sorrow to the Queen she stamps and seemes to be angry at first Euphanes perswades her layes their swords at her feet she kisses him gives them their swords againe they kisse her hand and embrace the Souldiers lift up Euphanes and shout Theanor and Crates discovered Conon whispers with Crates Euphanes with Agenor and Leonidas observes it who seeme to promise something Euphanes directs his Page somewhat Exeunt all but Theanor and Crates The. We are not lucky Crates this great torrent Beares all before him Cra. Such an age as this Shall ne're be seene againe vertue growes fat And villany pines the Furies are asleep Mischiefe 'gainst goodnesse aym'd is like a stone Unnaturally forc'd up an imminent hill Whose weight falls on our heads and buries us We springe our selves we sink in our owne bogs The. What 's to be done Cra. Repent and grow good The. Pish 'T is not the fashion foole till we grow old The peoples love to him now scares me more Then my fond Mothers both which like two floods Bearing Euphanes up will o're-flow me And he is worthy would he were in Heaven Be that hereafter Crates helpe me now And henceforth be at ease Cra. Your will my Lord The. Beliza is to marry him forth-with I long to have the first touch of her too That will a little quiet
fight with ye The sacred name of friend tyes up that anger Rather I le study Sil. Do to be a friend still Cla. If this way I shall never hold Sil. I le watch ye And if I catch ye false by Heaven ye dye for 't All love forgot Cla. When I feare that I am fit for 't Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Lopez at a Table with jewels and money upon it an Egge rosting by a Candle Lop. Whilst prodigall yong gaudy Fools are banqueting And launching out their states to catch the giddy Thus do I study to preserve my fortune And hatch with care at home the wealth that Saints me Here 's Rubies of Bengala rich rich glorious These Diamonds of Ormus bought for little Here vented at the price of Princes Ransomes How bright they shine like constellations The South seas treasure here Pearle faire and orient Able to equall Cleapatra's Banket Here chaines of lesser stones for Ladies lustres Ingotts of Gold Rings Brooches barrs of Silver These are my studies to set off in sale well And not in sensuall surfeits to consume 'em How rosts mine egg he heats apace I le turne him Penurio where you knave do you wait Penurio You lazie knave Pen. Did you call Sir Lop. Where 's your Mistris What vanity holds her from her attendance Pen. The very sight of this egge has made him cockish What would a dozen butter'd do She is within Sir Lop. Within Sir at what thrift ye knave what getting Pen. Getting a good stomack Sir she knew where to get meat to it She is praying heartily upon her knees Sir That Heaven would send her a good bearing dinner Lop. Nothing but gluttony and surfeit thought on Health flung behinde had she not yesternight sirrah Two Sprats to supper and the oyle allowable Was she not sick with eating Hadst not thou Thou most vngratefull knave that nothing satisfies The water that I boyl'd my other egge in To make thee hearty broth Pen. 'T is true I had Sir But I might as soone make the Philosophers Stone on 't You gave it me in water and but for manners sake I could give it you againe in wind it was so hearty I shall turne pissing Conduit shortly my Mistris comes Sir Enter Isabella Lop. Welcome my Dove Isab. Pray ye keep your welcome to ye Unlesse it carries more then words to please me Is this the joy to be a Wife to bring with me Besides the noblenesse of blood I spring from A full and able portion to maintaine me Is this the happinesse of youth and beauty The great content of being made a Mistris To live a Slave subject to wants and hungers To jealousies for every eye that wanders Unmanly jealousie Lop. Good Isabella Isab. Too good for you do you think to famish me Or keep me like an Almes-woman in such rayment Such poore unhandsome weeds am I old or ugly I never was bred thus and if your misery Will suffer wilfull blindnesse to abuse me My patience shall be no Bawd to mine owne ruine Pen. Tickle him Mistris to him Isab. Had ye love in ye Or any part of man Pen. Follow that Mistris Isab. Or had humanity but ever knowne ye You would shame to use a woman of my way thus So poore and basely you are strangly jealous of me If I should give ye cause Lop. How Isabella Isab. As do not venture this way to provoke me Pen. Excellent well Mistris Lop. How 's this Isabella Isab. 'T will stir a Saint and I am but a woman And by that tenure may Lop. By no meanes Chicken You know I love ye fie take no example By those young gadding Dames you are noted vertuous That stick their Husbands wealth in trifles on 'em And point 'em but the way to their owne miseries I am not jealous kisse me I am not And for your diet 't is to keep you healthfull Surfits destroy more then the sword that I am carefull Your meat should be both neat and cleanly handled See Sweet I am Cook my selfe and mine owne Cater Pen. A of that Cook cannot lick his fingers Lop. I le adde another dish you shall have Milke to it 'T is nourishing and good Pen. With Butter in 't Sir Lop. This knave would breed a famine in a Kingdom And cloths that shall content ye you must be wise then And live sequestred to your selfe and me Not wandring after every toy comes crosse ye Nor strooke with every spleene what 's the knave doing Penurio Pen. Hunting Sir for a second course of flyes here They are rare new Sallads Lop. For certaine Isabella This ravening fellow has a Woolf in 's belly Untemperate knave will nothing quench thy appetite I saw him eat two Apples which is monstrous Pen. If you had given me those ' thad bin more monstrōs Lop. 'T is a maine miracle to feed this villaine Come Isabella let us in to Supper And think the Romane dainties at our Table 'T is all but thought Exeunt Pen. Would all my thoughts would do it The Devill should think of purchasing that Egge-shell To vittle out a Witch for the Burmoothes 'T is treason to any good stomack living now To heare a tedious Grace said and no meat to 't I have a Radish yet but that 's but transitory Exit Scena Tertia Enter Soto Soto Can any living man unlesse a Rascall That neither knowes himselfe nor a fashion'd Gentleman Take me for a worse man then my Master now I am naturally proud in these cloths but if pride now Should catch a fall in what I am attempting 'T is but a Proverb sound and a Neck broken That 's the worst can come on 't a Gentleman 's gone then A Gentleman o th' first house there 's the end on 't My Master lyes most pittifully complaining Wringing and kicking up toth ' eares in love yonder And such a lamentable noyse he keepes it kills me I have got his cloths and if I can get to her By hooke or crooke here such a song I le sing her I think I shall be hang'd but that 's no matter What 's a hanging among friends I am valiant now as an Elephant What 's a hanging among friends I am valiant now as an I have consider'd what to say too let me see now This is the place 't is plaguy high stay at that lower window Let me ayme finely now like a good Gunner It may prove but a whipping Enter Silvio Sil. I saw some-body Passe by me now and though it were dark me thought yet I knew the clothes ha let me not be cozen'd The Ladder too ready to fling it monstrous 'T is he 't is Claudio most voluptuous villaine Scandall to womans credit Love I forget thee Soto What will he do i th' name of heaven what 's that there Sil. And all the friendship that I bore thee bury here Soto What has he in 's hand I hope but a Cudgell Sil. Thy fault 's forgive O Heaven farewell thou
of this Sor. I le tell ye all the circumstance Within this houre but sure I heard your Grace To day as I attended make some stops Some broken speeches and some sighs between And then your Brothers name I heard distinctly And some sad wishes after Fred. Ye are i' th right Sir I would he were as sad as I could wish him Sad as the earth Sor. Would ye have it so Fred. Thou hearest me Though he be sick with small hope of recovery That hope still lives and mens eyes live upon it And in their eyes their wishes my Soram Were he but cold once in the tombe he dotes on As 't is the fittest place for melancholly My Court should be another Paradice And flow with all delights Sor. Go to your pleasures let me alone with this Hope shall not trouble ye nor he three dayes Fred. I shall be bound unto thee Enter Valerio Camillo Cleanthas Menallo Sor. I le do it neatly too no doubt shall catch me Fred. Be gone they are going to bed I le bid good night to 'em Sor. And mark the man you 'le scarce know 't is Valerio Exit Cam. Cheere up my noble Lord the minutes Come You shall injoy the abstract of all sweetnesse We did you wrong you need no wine to warme ye Desire shoots through your eyes like sudden wild-fires Val. Beshrew me Lords the wine has made me dull I am I know not what Fred. Good pleasure to ye Good night and long too as you finde your appetite Yon may fall too Val. I do beseech your Grace For which of all my loves and services Have I deserved this Fred. I am not bound to answer ye Val. Nor I bound to obey in unjust actions Fred. Do as you please you know the penalty And as I have a soule it shall be executed Nay look not pale I am not used to feare Sir If you respect your Lady good night to ye Exit Val. But for respect to her and to my duty That reverent duty that I owe my Soveraigne Which anger has no power to snatch me from The good night should be thine good night for ever The King is wanton Lords he would needs know of me How many nick chases I would make to night Men. My Lord no doubt you 'l prove a perfect gamester Val. Faith no I am unacquainted with the pleasure Bungle a set I may how my heart trembles And beats my breast as it would breake his way out Good night my noble friends Cle. Nay we must see you toward your bed my Lord Val. Good faith it needs not 'T is late and I shall trouble you Cam. No no till the Bride come Sir Val. I beseech you leave me You will make me bashfull else I am so foolish Besides I have some few devotions Lords And he that can pray with such a book in 's armes Cam. Wee 'l leave ye then and a sweet night wait upon ye Men. And a sweet issue of this sweet night crown ye Cle. All nights and dayes be such till you grow old Sir Exeunt Lords Val. I thank ye 't is a curse sufficient for me A labour'd one too though you meane a blessing What shall I do I am like a wretched Debtor That has a summe to tender on the forfeit Of all he is worth yet dare not offer it Other men see the Sun yet I must wink at it And though I know 't is perfect day deny it My veines are all on fire and burne like Aetna Youth and desire beat larums to my blood And adde fresh fuell to my warme affections I must injoy her yet when I consider When I collect my selfe and weigh her danger The Tyrants will and his powre taught to murther My tender care controlls my blood within me And like a cold fit of a peevish Ague Creepes to my soule and flings an Ice upon me Enter Queene Evanthe Ladies and Foole That locks all powres of youth up but prevention O what a blessednesse 't were to be old now To be unable bed-rid with diseases Or halt on Crutches to meet holy Hymen What a rare benefit but I 'am curst That that speakes other men most freely happy And makes all eyes hang on their expectations Must prove the bane of me youth and ability She comes to bed how shall I entertaine her Ton. Nay I come after too take the foole with ye For lightly he is ever one at Weddings Quee. Evanthe make ye unready our Lord staies for ye And prethee be merry Ton. Be very merry Chicken Thy Lord will pipe to thee anon and make thee dance too Lady Will he so good-man asse Ton. Yes goody filly And you had such a Pipe that piped so sweetly You would dance to death you have learnt your sinque a pace Evan. Your Grace desires that that is too free in me I am merry at the heart Ton. Thou wilt be anon the young smug Boy will give thee a sweet cordiall Evan. I am so taken up in all my thoughts So possest Madam with the lawfull sweets I shall this night partake of with my Lord So far transported pardon my immodesty Val. Alas poore wench how shall I recompence thee Evan. That though they must be short and snatcht away too E're they grow ripe yet I shall far prefer 'em Before a tedious pleasure with repentance Val. O how my heart akes Evan. Take off my Jewells Ladies And let my Ruffe loose I shall bid good night to ye My Lord staies here Quee. My wench I thank thee heartily For learning how to use thy few houres hansomly They will be yeares I hope off with your Gowne now Lay downe the bed there Ton. Shall I get into it and warme it for thee a Fooles fire is a fine thing And I 'll so busse thee Quee. I le have ye whipt ye rascall Ton. That will provoke me more I le talke with thy husband He 's a wise man I hope Evan. Good night deare Madam Ladies no further service I am well I do beseech your Grace to give us this leave My Lord and I to one another freely And privately may do all other Ceremonies Women and Page wee 'l be to one another And trouble you no farther Ton. Art thou a wise man Val. I cannot tell thee Tony aske my neighbours Ton. If thou beest so go lye with me to night The old foole will lye quieter then the young one And give thee more sleep thou wilt looke to morrow else Worse then the prodigall foole the Ballad speakes of That was sqeez'd through a horne Val. I shall take thy counsell Quee. Why then good night good night my best Evanthe My worthy maid and as that name shall vanish A worthy wife a long and happy follow sirra Evan. That shall be my care Goodnesse rest with your Grace Quee. Be lusty Lord and take your Lady to ye And that power that shall part ye be unhappy Val. Sweet rest unto ye to ye all sweet Ladies Tony good night
Nay the most staid and knowing what is woman The greatest aym of perfectnesse men liv'd by The most true constant lover of his wedlock Such a still blowing beauty earth was proud of Loose such a noble wife and wilfully Himselfe prepare the way nay make the rape Did ye not tell me so Max. T is true Eudoxa Eud. Lay desolate his deerest peece of friendship Break his strong helme he steerd by sinke that vertue That valour that even all the gods can give us Without whom he was nothing with whom worthiest Nay more arive at Cesar and kill him too And for my sake either ye love too deerly Or deeply ye dissemble Sir Max. I doe so And till I am more strengthend so I must doe Yet would my joy and wine had fashiond out Some safer lye Can these things be Eudoxa And I dissemble Can there be but goodnesse And onely thine deer Lady any end Any imagination but a lost one Why I should run this hazard O thou vertue Were it to doe againe and Valentinian Once more to hold thee sinfull Valentinian In whom thou wert set as pearles are in salt Oysters As Roses are in ranck weeds I would find Yet to thy sacred selfe a deerer danger The God's know how I honour thee Eud. What love Sir Can I returne for this but my obedience My life if so you please and t is too little Max. T is too much to redeem the world Eud. From this houre The sorrowes for my dead Lord faryewell My living Lord has dride ye And in token As Emperor this day I honor ye And the great caster new of all my wishes The wreath of living Lawrell that must compasse That sacred head Eudoxa makes for Cesar I am me thinkes too much in love with fortune But with you ever Royall Sir my maker The once more Summer of me meere in love Is poore expression of my doting Max. Sweetest Eud. Now of my troth ye have bought me deere Sir Max. No Had I at losse of mankinde Enter a Messenger Eud. Now ye flatter Mess. The Senat waites your Grace Max. Let 'em come on And in a full forme bring the ceremony This day I am your servant deere and proudly I le weare your honoured favour Eud. May it prove so Exeunt Scaen. 7. Enter Paulus and Lycippus Lyc. Is your Grace done Pau. T is done Lyc. Who speakes Pau. A Boy Lyc. A dainty blew Boy Paulus Pau. Yes Lyc. Have ye viewed The worke above Pau. Yes and all up and ready Lyc. The Empresse does you simple honour Paulus The wreath your blew Grace must present she made But harke ye for the Souldiers Pau. That 's done too I le bring 'em in I warrant ye Lyc. A Grace too Pau. The same Grace serves for both Lyc. About it then I must to 'th Cupbord and bee sure good Paulus Your Grace be fasting that he may hang cleanly If there should need an other voice what then Paul I le hang an other Grace in Lyc. Grace be with ye Exeunt Scaen. 2. Enter in state Maximus Eudoxa with Souldiers and Gentlemen of Rome the Senators and Rods and Axes borne before them A Synnet with Trumpets With a Banket prepard with Hoboies Musicke Song wreath Sen. Semp. 3. Haile to thy imperiall honour sacred Cesar And from the old Rome take these wishes You holy gods that hitherto have held As justice holds her Ballance equall poysd This glory of our Nation this full Roman And made him fit for what he is confirme him Looke on this Son ô Iupiter our helper And Romulus thou Father of our honour Preserve him like thy selfe just valiant noble A lover and increaser of his people Let him begin with Numa stand with Cato The first five yeares of Nero be his wishes Give him the age and fortune of Emelius And his whole raigne renew a great Augustus SONG Honour that is ever living Honor that is ever giving Honour that sees all and knowes Both the ebbs of man and flowes Honour that rewards the best Sends thee thy rich labours rest Thou hast studied still to please her Therefore now she calls thee Cesar Chorus Hayle hayle Caesar hayle and stand And thy name out live the Land Noble fathers to his browes Bind this wreath with thousand vows All Stand to eternity Max. I thank ye fathers And as I rule may it stil grow or wither Now to the bancket ye are all my guests This day be liberall friends to wine we give it And smiling pleasures Sit my Queen of beauty Fathers your places These are faire Wars Souldiers And thus I give the first charge to ye all You are my second sweet to every cup I adde unto the Senat a new honour And to the sonnes of Mars a donative SONG God Lizus ever young Ever honourd ever sung Staind with bloud of lusty Grapes In a thousand lusty shapes Dance upon the Mazers brim In the Crimson liquor Swim From thy plenteous hand divine Let a River runne with Wine God of youth let this day here Enter neither care nor feare Boy Bellonia's seed the glory of old Rome Envie of conquerd Nations nobly come And to the fulnesse of your warlike noyce Let your feete move make up this houre of joyes Come come I say range your faire Troop at large And your by measure turne into a charge Semp. The Emperor 's growne heavie with his wine Affr. The Senat staies Sir for your thanks Semp. Great Cesar Eud. I have my wish Affr. Wil t please your Grace speake to him Eud. Yes but he will not heare Lords Semp. Stir him Lucius the Senat must have thankes 2. Sen. Luc. Your Grace Sir Cesar Eud. Did I not tell you he was well he 's dead Semp. Dead treason guard the Court let no man passe Souldiers your Cesars murdred Eud. Make no tumult Nor arme the Court ye have his killer with ye And the just cause if ye can stay the hearing I was his death That wreath that made him Cesar Has made him earth Sold. Cut her in thousand peeces Eud. Wise men would know the reason first to die Is that I wish for Romans and your swords The heaviest way of death yet Souldiers grant me That was your Empresse once and honour by ye But so much time to tell ye why I killd him And waigh my reasons well if man be in you Then if ye dare doe cruelly condemne me Affr. Heare her ye noble Romans T is a woman A subject not for swords but pitty Heaven If she be guilty of malitious murder H 'as given us lawes to make example of her If only of revenge and bloud hid from us Let us consider first then execute Semp. Speake bloudy woman Eud. Yes This Maximus That was your Cesar Lords and noble Souldiers And if I wrong the dead heaven perish me Or speake to wyn your favours but the truth Was to his Country to his friends and Cesar A most malitious Traytor Semp. Take heed woman Eud. I speake not
Servant Cesar. Let any freind have entrance Servant Sir a 'shall Cesar. Any I except none Serv. Wee know your minde Sir Exit Cesar. Pleasures admit no bounds I am pitcht so high To such a growth of full prosperities That to conceale my fortunes were an injury To gratfulnesse and those more liberall favours By whom my glories prosper He that flowes In gracious and swolne tydes of best abundance Yet will be Ignorant of his owne fortunes Deserves to live contemn'd and dye forgotten The harvest of my hopes is now already Ripen'd and gather'd I can fatten youth With choice of plenty and supplies of comforts My fate springs in my owne hand and I le use it Enter 2 Servants and Bianca 1 T is my place 2 Yours here faire one I le aquaint my Lord 1 He 's here go to him boldly 2 Please you to let him understand how readily I waited on your errand 1 Saucy fellow you must excuse his breeding Cesar. What 's the matter Biancha my Biancha to your offices Exit Ser. This visit Sweet from thee my pretty deere By how much more t was unexpected comes So much the more timely witnes this free welcome What ere occasion led thee Bian. You may gusse Sir Yet indeed t is a rare one Ces. Prethee speake it my honest vertuous maide Bian Sir I have heard Of your misfortune and I cannot tell you Whether I have more cause of joy or sadnesse To know they are a truth Ces. What truth Bianca misfortunes how wherein Bian. You are disclaym'd For being the Lord Albertos sonne and publickly Acknowledg'd of as meane a birth as mine is It cannot chuse but greive thee Ces. Greive me ha ha ha ha is this all Bian. This all Ces. Thou art sorry for 't I warrant thee alas good soule Biancha That which thou call'st misfortune is my happines my happines Biancha Bian. If you love me it may prove mine too May it I will love thee Ces. My good good maid If that can make thee happy Better and better love thee Bian. Without breach then Of modesty I come to claime the Interest Your protestations both by vowes and letters Have made me owner of from the first houre I saw you I confesse I wisht J had beene Or not so much below your ranke and greatnesse Or not so much above those humble flames That should have warm'd my bosome with a temperate Equality of desires in equall fortunes Still as you utter'd Language of affection I courted time to passe more slowly on That I might turne more food to lend attention To what I durst not credit nor yet hope for Yet still as more I heard I wisht to heare more Ces. Didst thou introth wench Bian. Willingly betraid My selfe to hopelesse bondage Ces. A good girle I thought I should not misse What eare thy answer was Biancha But as I am a maid Sir and I'faith You may beleeve me for I am a maid So deerely I respected both your fame And quality that I would first have perisht In my sicke thoughts then ere have given consent To have undone your fortunes by inviting A marriage with so meane a one as I am I should have dyed sure and no creature knowne The sicknesse that had kill'd me Ces. Pretty heart good soule alas alas Bian. Now since I know There is no difference twixt your birth and mine Not much twixt our estates if any bee The advantage is on my side I come willingly To tender you the first fruits of my heart And am content t' accept you for my husband Now when you are at lowest Ces. For a husband Speake sadly dost thou meane so Bian. In good deed Sir T is pure love makes this proffer Ces I beleeve thee What counsaile urg'd thee on tell me thy Father My worshipfull smug Host wa st not he wench Or mother Hostesse ha Bian. D' ee mock my parentage I doe not scorne yours Meane folkes are as worthy To be well spoken of if they deserve well As some whose only fame lies in their bloud O y' are a proud poore man all your oathes falshood your vowe deceite your letters forg'd and wicked Ces. thou 'dst be my wife J dare sware Bian. Had your heart Your hand and tongue been twins you had reputed This courtesy a benefit Ces. Simplicity How prettily thou mov'st me why Biancha Report has cozned thee I am not fallen From my expected honors or possessions Though from the hope of birthright Bian. Are you not Then I am lost againe I have a suit too You le grant it if you be a good man Ces. Any thing Bian. Pray doe not talke of ought what I have said tee Ces. As I wish health I will not Bian. Pitty me but never love me more Ces. Nay now y' are cruell Why all these teares Thou shalt not goe Bian. I le pray for yee That you may have a vertuous wife a faire one And when I am dead Ces. Fy fy Bian. Thinke on me sometimes With mercy so this trespasse Ces. Let us kisse At parting as at comming Bian. This I have As a free dower to a virgins grave All goodnesse dwell with yee Exit Ces. Harmelesse Biancha unskild What hansome toyes are maids to play with Enter Mariana and Clarissa How innocent but I have other thoughts Of nobler meditation my felicity Thou commest as I could wish lend me a lip Soft as melting as when old Alberto After his first nights triall taking farewell Of thy youthes conquest tasted Maria. You are uncivill Ces. I will be Lord of my owne pleasures Madame Y' are mine mine freely Come no whimpering henceforth New con the lessons of loves best experiencd That our delights may meet in equal measure Of resolutions and desires this sullenes Is scurvy I like it not Mar. Be modest And doe not learne Cesario how to prostitute The riot of thy hopes to common folly Take a sad womans word how ere thou doatest Vpon the present graces of thy greatnes Yet I am not falne so belowe my constancy To vertue nor the care which I once tendred For thy behoof that I prefer a sentence Of cruelty before my honor Ces. Honor Maria. Hear me thou seest this girle now the comfort Of my last dayes She is the onely pledge Of a bed truly noble shee had a father I need not speake him more then thou remembrest Whom to dishonor by a meaner choice Were injury and infamy Claris. to goodnes To time and vertuous mention Mar. I have vow'd Observe me now Cesario that how ere I may be forc't to marry yet no tyranny Perswasions flattery guifts intreats or tortures Shall draw me to a second bed Clar. T is Iust too Maria. Yes and t is Iust Clarissa I allow The Dukes late sentence am resolv'd young man To be thy wife but when the ceremony Of marriage is perform'd in life I wil bee Though not in name a widdow Ces. Pray a word Tee Shall I in earnest never be your bedfellow Maria.
Bride away in spight of Hercules Casta. I am betraid Lav. Nay start not Ladie 't is for you that I come and for your beautie 't is for you Lavall honours this night to you the sacred shrine I humbly bow offring my vows and prayers to you I live Gab. In with the powder quickly so that and the wine will rock ye Lav. Here to the health of the most beauteous and divine fair Casta the star of sweetnesse Gab. Fear him not I 'll die first And who shall pledge ye Lav. Thou shalt thou tann'd Gipsey and worship to that brightnesse give cold Tartar By ye shall not stir ye are my Mistris the glory of my love the great adventure the Mistris of my heart and shee my whore Gab. Thou ly'st base beastly Lord drunker then anger thou sowsed Lord got by a surfeit thou lyest basely Nay stir not I dare tell thee so Sit you still If I be whore it is in marrying thee that art so absolute and full a villain no Sacrament can save that piece tied to thee How often hast thou woo'd in those flatteries almost those very words my constancie what goddesse have I not been or what goodnesse what star that is of any name in heaven or brightnesse which of all the vertues but drunkennesse and drabbing thy two morals have not I reach'd to what Spring was ever sweeter what Scythian snow so white what crystal chaster Is not thy new wife now the same too Hang thee base Bigamist thou honour of ill women Casta. How 's this O heaven defend me Gab. Thou salt-itch for whom no cure but ever burning brimstone can be imagin'd Lav. Ha ha ha Gab. Dost thou laugh thou breaker of all law all religion of all faith thou foul contemner Lav. Peace thou paltry woman and sit by me Sweet Gab. By the Divell Lav. Come and lull me with delights Gab. It works amain now Lav. Give me such kisses as the Queen of shadows gave to the sleeping boy she stole on Patmus lock round about in snakie wreathes close folded those rosie arms about my neck O Venus Gab. Fear not I say Lav. Thou admirable sweetnesse distill thy blessings like those silver drops that falling on fair grounds rise all in roses Shoot me a thousand darts from those fair eyes and through my heart transfix 'em all I 'll stand 'em Send me a thousand smiles and presently I 'll catch 'em in mine eyes and by Love's power turn 'em to Cupids all and fling 'em on thee How high she looks and heavenly More wine for me Ga. Give him more wine and good friend be not fearful Lav. Here on my knee thou goddesse of delights this lustie grape I offer to thy Beauties see how it leaps to view that perfect rednesse that dwels upon thy lips now how it blushes to be outblush'd Oh let me feed my fancie and as I hold the purple god in one hand dancing about the brim and proudly swelling deck'd in the pride of nature young and blowing so let me take fair Semele in the other and sing the loves of gods then drink their Nectar 's not yet desir'd Casta. Oh Lav. Then like lustie Tarquin turn'd into flames with Lucrece coy denyals his blood and spirit equally ambitious I force thee for mine own Casta. O help me Justice help me my Chastitie Lav. Now I am bravely quarried Perolot above Per. 'T is my Sister Gab. No bawdy slave no Treacher she is not carried Per. She 's loose again and gone I 'll keep my place still Mar. Now it works bravely stand he cannot hurt ye Lav. O my sweet Love my life Hee falls downe and sleeps Mar. He sinks Lav. My blessing Mar. So now he is safe a while Gab. Lock all the doors wench then for my wrongs Per. Now I 'll appear to know all Gab. Be quick quick good Marie sure and sudden Per. Stay I must in first Gab. O' my conscience it is young Perolot O my stung conscience it is my first and noblest Love Mar. Leave wondring and recollect your self the man is living equally wrong'd as you and by that divell Per. 'T is most true Ladie your unhappie fortune I grieve for as mine own your fault forgive too if it be one This is no time for kisses I have heard all and known all which mine eares are crack'd apieces with and my heart perish'd I saw him in your chamber saw his fury and am afire till I have found his heart out What do you mean to doe for I 'll make one Gab. To make his death more horrid for he shall die Per. He must he must Gab. wee 'll watch him till he wakes then bind him and then torture him Per. 'T is nothing No take him dead drunk now without repentance his leacherie inseam'd upon him Gab. Excellent Per. I 'll do it my self and when 't is done provide ye for wee 'll away for Italie this night Gab. Wee 'll follow thorow all hazzards Per. O false Lord unmanly mischievous how I could curse thee But that but blasts thy fame have at thy heart fool loop-holes I 'll make enough to let thy life out Lav. Oh does the divell ride me Per. Nay then Lav. Murder Nay then take my share too Per. Help Oh he has slain me Bloody intentions must have blood Lav. Hah Per. Heaven Gab. He sinks he sinks for ever sinks O fortune O sorrow how like seas thou flowest upon me Here will I dwell for ever Weep Maria weep this young mans misfortune O thou truest Enter Spirit Lav. What have I done Spir. That that has mark'd thy soul man Lav. And art thou come again thou dismall spirit Spir. Yes to devour thy last Lav. Mercie upon me Spir. Thy hour is come Succession honour pleasure and all the lustre thou so long hast look'd for must here have end Summon thy sins before thee Lav. O my affrighted soul Spir. There lies a black one thy owne best servant by thy own hand slain thy drunkennesse procur'd it There 's another think of fair Gabriella there she weeps and such tears are not lost Lav. O miserable Spir. Thy foul intention to the vertuous Casta Lav. No more no more thou wild-fire Spir. Last thy last wife think on the wrong she suffers Lav. O my miserie oh whither shall I flie Spir. Thou hast no faith fool Heark to thy knell Sings and vanishes Lav. Millions of sins muster about mine eyes now murders ambitions lust false faiths O horror in what a stormie form of death thou rid'st now Me thinks I see all tortures fires and frosts deep sinking caves where nothing but despair dwels the balefull birds of night hovering about 'em a grave me thinks now opens and a herse hung with my Arms tumbles into it oh oh my afflicted soule I cannot pray and the least childe that has but gooddesse in him may strike my head off so stupid are my powers I 'll lift mine eyes up though Mar. Cease these laments they are too poor