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The city-night-cap, or, Crede quod habes a tragi-comedy / by Robert Davenport ; as it was acted with great applause by Her Majesties servants at the Phoenix in Drury Lane.
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Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623.
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it Such wondrous wealth is vertue it makes the woman Wears it about her worthy of a king Since kings can be but vertuous farewel A crown is but the care of deceiv'd life He 's king of men is crown'd with such a wife Exit Antonio and the Lord after him Slave Are your thoughts levell'd at that white then This shall to th' Duke your dad sir he can never talk with me But he twits me still with I took thee at that fight VVe made before Parlermo I did command Men as he did there Turks and valaint men And though to wind my self up for his ruine That I may fall and crush him I appear 'To renounce Mahomet and seem a Christian T is but conveniently to stab this Christian Or any way confound him and scape cleanly And one expects the deed to hasten it This letter came even now which likewise certifies He waits me three leagues off with a horse for flight Of a Turkish Captain commander of a Gally He keeps me as his slave because indeed I plaid the devil at sea with him but having Thus wrought my self into him I intend To give him but this day to take his leave Of the whole world he will come back by twilight I 'll wait him with a pistol Oh sweet revenge Laugh our great prophet he shall understand When we think death farthest off he 's neerest hand Enter Philippo Phil. You and I must meet no more sir there 's your kick again Kicks him Slave Hold hold what mean you sir Phil. I have brought your kick back sir Shoots him Slave Hold man I am not Falls Phil. Thou hast spoken true thou art not What art thou But I am for Verona Exit Slave Mine own words catch me 't is I now understand When we think death farthest off he 's neerest hand Dies Enter Lorenzo She lives not sure in Millain report but wore Her usual habit when she told in Verona She met Abstemia here Oh Abstemia How lovely thou look'st now now thou appearest Chaster then is the mornings modestie That rises with a blush over whose bosom The Western wind creeps softly Now I remember How when she sat at Table her obedient eye Would dwell on mine as if it were not well Unless it look'd where I look'd Oh how proud She was when she could cross her self to please me But where now is this fair soul like a silver cloud She hath wept her self I fear into th' dead sea And will be found no more this makes me mad To rave and call on death but the slave shrinks And is as far to finde as she Abstemia If thou not answer or appear to knowledg That here with shame I sought thee in this wood I 'll leave the blushing witness of my blood Exit Enter the Duke of Millain Sebestian Sanchio and the Lord. Mil. Followed you him thus far Lord. Just to this place fir The slave he loves left him here they parted Mil. Certain he has some private haunt this way Seb. Ha private indeed sir Oh behold and see Where he lies full of wounds Lords My Lord. Mill. My son Antonio who hath done this deed Sanch. My Lord Antonio Mill. He 's gone he 's gone warm yet bleeds fresh and whilst We here hold passion play we but advantage The flying murderer Bear his body gently Unto the lodge Oh what hand hath so hid That sunlike face behind a crimson cloud Use all means possible for life but I fear Charity will arrive too late To horse Disperse through the wood run ride make way The Sun in Millain is eclips'd this day Omn. To horse and raise more pursuit Exeunt Enter Lorenzo with his sword drawn Lor. Abstemia Oh take her name you winds upon your wings And through the wanton Region of the Air Softly convey it to her there 's no sweet sufferance Which bravely she past through but is a thorn Now to my sides my will the center stood To all her chaste endeavours all her actions With a perfection perpendicular Pointed upon she is lost Oh she The well-built fort of vertues victory For still she conquer'd since she is lost then My friendly sword find thou my heart Within Follow follow Enter Millain Sanchio Sebastiano Mill. This way what 's he lay hands on him Sebast The murderer on my life my Lord here in the wood Was close beset he would have slain himself Mill. Speak villain art thou the bloody murderer Lor. Of whom Sanch. His dissembled ignorance speaks him the man Seb. Of the Dukes son the Prince Antonio sir 't was your hand that kill'd him Lor. Your Lordship lyes it was my sword Mill. Out slave Ravens shall fedst upon thee Speak what cause Hadst thou with one unhappy wound to cloud That Star of Millain Lod. Because he was an erring star Not fix'd nor regular I will resolve nothing I did it do not repent it and were it To do again I 'd do 't Omn. Blood-thirsty villain Mill. Leave him to swift destruction tortures and death Oh my Antonio how did thy youth stray To meet wild winter in the midst of May Lor. Oh my Abstemia Who cast thy fate so bad To clip affliction like a husband clad Exeunt Enter Antonio and Abstemia Abst Good sir the Prince makes known his wisdom To make you speaker in his cause Anto. Me know Mistress I have felt loves passions equal with himself And can discourse of loves cause had you seen him When he sent me to ye how truly he did look And when your name slip'd through his trembling lips A lovers lovely paleness straight possest him Abst Fie fie Anto. Go says he to that something more then woman And he look'd as if by something he meant saint Tell her I saw heavens army in her eyes And that from her chaste heart such excellent goodness Came like full rivers flowing that there wants nothing But her soft yeilding will to make her wife Unto the Prince Antonio Oh will you flie A fortune which great Ladies would pursue Upon their knees with prayers Abst No Lorenzo Had law to this new love made no denial A chaste wifes truth shines through the greatest tryal Enter Morbo Mor. How now what makes you i' th' wood here where 's my old Lady Abst I know not Mor. All the countrie 's in an uprore yonder the Prince Antonio's flain Ambo How Mor. Nay no man can tell how but the murderer with 's sword in 's hand is taken Anto. Is he of Millain Mor. No of Verona I heard his name and I have forgot it Anto. I am all wonder 't is the slave sure Mor. Lor Lor Lorenzo Abst Ha Lorenzo VVhat I pray Mor. Lorenzo Me Medico has run him in the eye some thirty three inches two barly corns they could scarce know him for the blood but by his apparel I must find out my Lady he us'd our house intelligence has been given of his pilgrimage thither I am affraid I shall be fing'd to
will give him apt instructions when he does marry to pick out such a woman Lod. Pick her where will he pick her as the English proverb says He may as soon finde a needle in a bottle of hay would I know what sins she has committed I would set them down all one with another they would serve as soyles to her vertues but I do think she has none d' ye think she has any gentlemen Jov. Oh none sir but has some Lod. I pidling ones it may be a when a pin pricks her fingers to cry at sight on 't and throw 't away but for other matters Jasp Now I think on 't sir I have a device newly begotten that if you be so desirous to be resolv'd of her perfections 't will be an apt means for your intelligence Lod. That will be excellent and then my book grounded upon mine own experience the report of my judgement in the choyce of a woman will sell them off faster than the Compositor can set the Letters together Jasp We will discourse it as we go mean time Sir Let this prepare the path to your construction Conceipt and confidence are juglers born One grafts in air t'other hides the real born Lod. Well he that believes he has horns has horns And Crede quod habes habes shall be my Motto Exeunt Enter Pandulpho and Spinoso Spin. The powers of Venice upon our Confines Pand. Yes Seignor Philippo it seems having possest him With the passages that past upon his Sister Embassadors were dispatch'd to Bergamo Where then his Forces lay who thus return'd That he came not a publick foe unto Verona But to require justice against Count Lorenzo To approve his sister innocent Spin. What witness Proof or apparent circumstance builds he His bold attempt upon Pan. He says besides The honour of Philippo he has proof So unresistable to affirm the plot Of Count Lorenzo that he only crav'd Hostages being rendered for their safe returns Here in the Senate-chamber the fair tryal Might publickly be censur'd and by this They are at hand Enter at one Door Duke of Venice Philippo and Lords At the other Duke of Verona Jaspno Jovani Lorenzo guarded A bar set out The 1 Slave Vero. Fair sir the presence is levell'd for your grevances Ven. First summon to the bar the Count Lorenzo Pan. Lorenzo Medico stand to the bar Lor. I do stand to the bar Ven. I come not here witness the good mans comfort to adde one step Unto my territories and though I burthen The neighbour-bosom of my confines with The weight of armour or do wound your brest My Dukedoms neer next neighbour with the hoofs Of war-apparell'd horses 't is not to seek For martial honours but for civil justice Conceave mine honour wounded a sisters shame Is an unpleasant spot upon our Arms Yet that we come not here to sanctifie A sisters sin for if she so be prov'd Shame sleep within her epitaph and brand her Let Bears and Wolâ—es that Angels Face confound Gives goodness such a foul unfriendly wound But if she chaste be prov'd what balin can cure A wounded name As he that not inflicts The bitter straok of law upon the strumper Fattens the sad afflictions of a thousand So who but stains an honest womans name Plagues are yet kept for him steel is no defence For the unclean tongue injures innocence I affirm my sister wrong'd wrong'd by this man This that has wrong'd pure judgement and thrown poyson Upon the face of truth and upon him I secek a satisfaction Lor. I reply The law must give you satisfaction That justly did divorce us I appeal To the whole Consiliadory it equal law In her progression went a step astray Either by proof or information Let the Duke speak not as he is my kinsman If I produc'd not legally in Court Besides mine own assertion which even reason Grounded on probability two of my servants That upon oath affirm'd they saw your sister Even in the very act of sin and shame VVith that Philippo there blame me not then sir If I return an error to your cause Reason the Base where on we build the laws You injure in this action give her the lye VVho dares not build his faith upon his eye They swore what they did see and men still fear Reason concludes what they not see to swear Vero. You hear my kinsmans answer Pan. And 't is requisite That you produce your authour it is held Meer madness on a hill of sand to build Phil. The foundation-work is mine and that I answer He builds on truth the good mans mistris And not in the sanctuary Of this injui'd brothers power but the integrity And glory of the cause I throw the pawn Of my afflicted honour and on that I openly affirm your absent Lady Chastitie's well-knit abstract snow in the fall Purely refin'd by the bleak Northern blast Not freer from a soyl the thoughts of Infants But little neerer heaven And if these Princes Please to permit before their guilty thoughts Injure another hour upon the Lady My right drawn sword shall prove it Lor. Upon my knee sir How my soul dances humbly I intreat Your grant to his request fight with Philippo I' th' midst of flame or pestilence in a Cave VVhere Basiliskes do breed Vero. VVe must take counsell The price of blood is pretious Lor. Blood desires burthen The price of Truth is precious for all the fights I have fought for you on land the fears at lea Where I have tug'd with tempests stood storms at midnight Out-star'd the flaring lightning and the next morning Chas'd the unruly stubborn Turk with thunder For all the bullers I have bravely shot And sent death singing to the slaughter Sir Vero. Peace Lod. What should a souldier do with peace remember Mine Honour lies a bleeding and in mine yours Her wide wound inward bleeds and while you cry peace Shame wars upon my Name Oh rather kill me Then cast me to this scandal Spin. The doubtful cause With such dare approv'd you may permit it Vero. Your request is granted Coze Lor. You have now Sir breath'd Fresh air in the face of fainting Honour Rapiers of fair equality Ver. Look with what cunning The spider when she would share the fly doth weave VVith neater Art appearances deceive Stay as you said sir blood is a pretious price Let me but see the men produc'd who swore They saw them in the shameful act and then Farewel a sister and her honour Pan. Produce your servants sir Venice sends off a Lord. Lor. Plague of this change here 's one of them the t' other In that I threaten'd him for some neglect The next day ran away Ven. Did you sir swear You saw our sister and this gentleman In this base act of sin Lor. Fear nothing 1 Slave To deny truth is more dangerous then to displease a Duke I saw it and did swear it Enter Lord and 2 Slave Venice But here comes one VVill