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The malcontent. By Iohn Marston. 1604
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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A most sad truth Mend. O God O God how we dull honest soules Heauy braind men are swallowed in the bogs Of a deceitfull ground whilst nimble bloods Light iointed spirits pent cut good mens throats And scape alas I am too honest for this age Too full of fleame and heauy steddinesse Stood still whilst this slaue cast a noose about me Nay then to stand in honor of him and her Who had euen slic'd my hart Aur. Come I did erre and am most sorry I did erre Mend. Why we are both but dead the Duke hates vs And those whome Princes doe once groundly hate Let them prouide to dye as sure as fate Preuention is the hart of pollicie Aur. Shall we murder him Mend. Instantly Aur. Instantly before he casts a plot Or further blaze my honours much knowne blot Le ts murther him Mend. I would do much for you will ye marry me Aur. I le make thee Duke we are of Medices Florence our friend in court my faction Not meanly strength-ful the Duke then dead We well prepar'd for change the multitude Irresolutely reeling we in force Our partie seconded the kingdome mazde No doubt of swift successe all shal be grac'd Mend. You do confirme me we are resolute To morrow looke for change rest confident T is now about the immodest waste of night The mother of moist dew with pallid light Spreds gloomy shades about the nummed earth Sleepe sleepe whilst we contriue our michiefes birth This man I le get inhum'de farewell to bed I kisse thy pillow dreame the duke is dead Exit Aurelia So so good night how fortune dotes on impudence I am in priuate the adopted sonne of yon good Prince I must be Duke why if I must I must Most silly Lord name me O heauen I see God made honest fooles to maintaine craftie knaues The dutches is wholy mine too must kill her husband To quit her shame mutch then marry her I O I grow prowd in prosperous trecherie As wrestlers clip so I le imbrace you all Not to support but to procure your fall Enter Maleuole Mal. God arrest thee Mend. At whose suite Mal. At the diuels ha you treacherous damnable monster How doost how doost thou treacherous roage Ha yee rascall I am banish the Court Sirra Mend. Prethee le ts be acquainted I do loue thee faith Mal. At your seruice by the Lord law shal s go to supper Le ts be once drunke together and so vnite a most vertuously strengthned friendship shal s Hugonot shal s Mend. Wilt fall vpon my chamber to morrow morne Mal. As a Rauen to a dunghill they say ther 's one dead here prickt for the pride of the flesh Mend Fernez there he is prey thee bury him Mal. O most willingly I meane to turne pure Rochell Churchman I Mend. Thou Churchman why why Mal Because I le liue lazely faile vpon authoritie deny Kings supremacie in things indifferent and bee a Pope in mine owne parish Mend. Wherefore doo'st thou thinke Churches were made Mal. To scoure Plough shares I ha seene Oxen plough vp Altars Et nunc seges vbi sion fuit Mend. Strange Mal. Nay monstrous I ha seene a sumptuous steeple turned to a stinking priuie more beastly the sacredst place made a Doggs kenill nay most inhumane the ston'd coffins of long dead Christians burst vp and made Hogs-troughs Hic finis Priami Shall I ha some sack and cheese at thy chamber Good night good mischiuous incarnate diuill godnight Mendozo ha yee Inhumain villaine godnight night fub Men. God night to morrow morne Exit Mendozo Mal. I I will come friendly Damnation I will come I doe discrie crosse-poynts honesty and court-ship straddle as farre a sunder as a true Frenchmans legges Ferne. O! Mal. Proclamations more proclamations Fer. O a Surgion Mal. Hark lust cries for a surgion what news from Limbe How does the graund cuckold Lucifer Fer. O helpe helpe conceale saue me Ferneze stirs Male helpes him vp and conuaies him away Mal. Thy shame more then thy wounds do grieue me far Thy woundes but leaue vpon thy flesh some skarre But fame neare heales still ranckl's worse and worse Such is of vncontrolled Lust the cursse Thinke what it is in lawlesse sheetes to lye But ô Ferneze what in lust to die Then thou that shame respects ô flie conuerse With womens eyes and lisping wantonesse Stick candells gainst a virgin walles white back If they not burne yet at the least thei le blacke Come I le conuey thee to a priuate porte Where thou shalt liue O happy man from court The beautie of the daye begins to rize From whose bright forme Nights heauie shadow flies Now gins close plots to worke the Sceane growes full And craues his eyes who hath a sollid Skull Exeunt ACTVS TERTIVS SCENA PRIMA Enter Pietro the Duke Mendoz Count Equato and Bilioso Piet. T is growne to youth of day how shall we wast this light My hart 's more heauie then a tyrants crowne Shall we goe hunt Prepare for field Exit Equa Mend. Would yee could be merry Piet. Would God I could Mendoza bid am hast Exit Mendo. I would faine shift place O vaine reliefe Sad soules may well change place but not change griefe As Deere being struck flie thorow many soyles Yet still the shaft stick fast so A good old simile my honest Lord I am not much vnlike to some sickman That long desired hurtfull drinke at last Swilles in and drinkes his last ending at once Both life and thirst O would I nere had knowne My owne dishonor good God that men should Desire to search out that which being found kils all Their ioye of life to taste the tree of Knowledge And then be driuen from out Paradice Canst giue me some comfort Bili. My Lord I haue some bookes which haue beene dedicated to my honor and I neare read am and yet they had very fine names Phisicke for Fortune Lozinges of sanctified sincerity very prettie workes of Curats Scriueners and Schoolemaisters Mary I remember one Seneca Lucius Aneus Seneca Piet. Out vpon him he writ of Temperance and Fortitude yet liued like a voluptuous Epicure and died like an effeminate coward Hast thee to Florence heere take our Letters see um seald awaye report in priuate to the honourd duke his daughters forc'd disgrace tell him at length we know too much due complaints aduaunce There 's naught that 's safe and sweete but Ignorance Exit Duke SCENA SECVNDA Enter Maleuole in some freeze gowne whilest Bilioso reades his Patent Mal. I cannot sleepe my eyes ill neighbouring lids Will holde no fellowship O thou pale sober night Thou that in sluggish fumes all sence doost steepe Thou that giues all the world full leaue to play Vnbendst the feebled vaines of sweatie labour The Gally-slaue that all the toilesome day Tugges at his oare against the stubborne waue Straining his rugged vaines snores fast The stooping Sitheman that dooth barbe the field Thou makst winke sure in