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The great Duke of Florence A comicall historie. As it hath beene often presented with good allowance by her Maties Servants at the Phœnix in Drurie Lane. Written by Philip Massinger.
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Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.
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1636
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yet this is Court-like Petro. To choke Dawes with I like it not Caland. But you like this They drink Petronel. Let it come Boy Cozi. What a sight is this we could be angry with you How much you did belye her when you told us She was onely simple this is barbarous rudenesse Beyond beliefe Giovanni I would not speake her Sir Worse then she was Sanazarro And I my Lord chose rather To deliver her better parted then she is Then to take from her Enter Caponi Caponi E're I 'll loose my dance I 'll speake to the purpose I am Sir no Prologue But in plaine termes must tell you we are provided Of a lusty Hornepipe Cozimo Prethee let us have it For we grow dull Caponi But to make up the medley For it is of severall colours for we must borrow Your Graces Ghost here Caland. Pray you Sir depose me It will not doe else I am sir the engine Rises and resignes his chaire By which it moves Petronel. I will dance with my Duke too I will not out Cozim. Begin then There 's more in this Dance Then yet I have discover'd Some Oedipus Resolve this riddle Petronel. Did I not foot it roundly Falls downe Coz. As I live stark drunk Away with her We 'll reward you When you have cool'd your selves in the Cellar Caponi Heaven preserve you Exeunt dancers Cozimo We pitty Charomonte's wretched fortune In a daughter nay a monster Good old man The place growes tedious Our remove shall be With speed We 'll onely in a word or two Take leave and comfort him Sanazar. 'T will rather Sir Encrease his sorrow that you know his shame Your Grace may doe it by Letter Cozimo Who sign'd you A Pattent to direct us Waite our comming In the Garden Giovan. All will out Sanaz. I more then feare it Exeunt Giovan. Sanazar. Coz These are strange Chimeras to us what to judge of 't Is past our apprehension One command Charomonte to attend us Can it be Exit servant That Contarino could be so besotted As to admire this prodigie or her Father To dote upon it or does she personate For some ends unknowne to us this rude behaviour Within the Scaene presented would appeare Ridiculous and impossible O you are welcome Ent. Carol We now acknowledge the much wrong we did you In our unjust suspition We have seene The wonder Sir your daughter Carolo. And have found her Such as I did report her What she wanted In Courtship was I hope suppli'd in civill And modest entertainment Cozimo Pray you tell us And truly we command you Did you never Observe she was given to drink Carolo. To drink Sir Cozimo Yes Nay more to be drunk Carolo. I had rather see her buried Cozi. Dare you trust your own eyes if you finde her now More then distemper'd Carolo. I will pull them out Sir If your Grace can make this good And if you please To grant me liberty as she is I 'll fetch her And in a moment Cozimo Looke you doe and faile not On the perill of your head Carol. Drunk She disdaines it Exit Carolo Cozimo Such contrarieties were never reade of Charomonte is no foole nor can I think His confidence built on sand We are abus'd 'T is too apparent Enter Carolo and Lidia Lidia I am indispos'd Sir And that life you tender'd once much indanger'd In forcing me from my Chamber Carolo. Here she is Sir Suddainly sick I grant but sure not drunk Speake to my Lord the Duke Lidia All is discover'd Kneeles Cozimo Is this your onely daughter Carolo. And my heire Sir Nor keepe I any woman in my house Unlesse for sordid offices but one I doe maintaine trimm'd up in her cast habits To make her sport And she indeede loves wine And wil take too much of it And perhaps for mirth She was presented to you Cozimo It shall yeeld No sport to the contrivers 't is too plaine now Her presence does confirme what Contorino Deliver'd of her nor can sicknesse dimme The splendor of her beauties being her selfe then She must exceede his praise Lidia Will your Grace heare me I am faint and can say little Cozimo Here are accents Whose every syllable is musicall Pray you let me raise you and a while rest here False Sanazarro trecherous Giovanni But stand we talking Carolo. Here 's a storme soone rais'd Coz. As thou art our Subject Charomonte sweare To act what we command Carolo. That is an oath I long since tooke Cozimo Then by that oath we charge thee Without excuse deniall or delay To apprehend and suddainly Sanazarro And our Ingratefull Nephew We have said it Doe it without reply or we pronounce thee Like them a traytor to us See them guarded In severall lodgings and forbid accesse To all but when we warrant Is our will Heard sooner then obay'd Carolo. These are strange turnes But I must not dispute 'em Exit Carolo Cozimo Be severe in 't O my abused lenity I from what height Is my power falne Lidia O me most miserable That being innocent make others guilty Most gracious Prince Cozimo Pray you rise and then speake to me Lidia My knees shal first be rooted in this earth And Mirrha like I 'll grow up to a tree Dropping perpetuall teares of sorrow which Hardned by the rough winde and turn'd to amber Unfortunate virgins like my selfe shall weare Before I 'll make Petition to your Greatnesse But with such reverence my hands held up thus As I would doe to heaven You Princes are As gods on earth to us and to be su'd too With such humility as his Deputies May chalenge from their vassalls Cozimo Here 's that forme Of language I expected pray you speake What is your suit Lidia That you would looke upon me As an humble thing that millions of degrees Is plac'd beneath you For what am I dread sir Or what can fall in the whole course of my life That may be worth your care much lesse your trouble As the lowly shrub is to the lofty Cedar Or a molehill to Olympus if compar'd I am to you Sir Or suppose the Prince Which cannot finde beliefe in me forgetting The greatnesse of his birth and hopes hath throwne An eye of favour on me in me punnish That am the cause the rashnesse of his youth Shall the Queene of the inhabitants of the ayre The Eagle that beares thunder on her wings In her angry mood destroy her hopefull young For suff'ring a Wren to perch too neere 'em Such is our disproportion Cozimo With what fervour She pleades against her selfe Lidia For me poore Mayde I know the Prince to be so farre above me That my wishes cannot reach him Yet I am So much his creature that to fix him in Your wonted grace and favour I 'll abjure His sight for ever and betake my selfe To a religious life where in my prayers I may remember him and ne're see man more But my ghostly father Will you trust me Sir In