Angels sing A requiem at my hearse but to dispense With my Reuenge on thee 't were all in vaine Prepare to dye Bian. I doe and to the point Of thy sharpe sword with open brest I 'le runne Halfe way thus naked doe not shrinke Caraffa This dants not me but in the latter act Of thy Reuenge 't is all the sute I aske At my last gaspe to spare thy noble friend For life to me without him were a death Duk. Not this I 'le none of this 't is not so fit casts away his sword Why should I kill her she may liue and change Or Fior. Dost thou halt faint Coward dost thou wish To blemish all thy glorious Ancestors Is this thy Courage Duke Ha I say you so too Giue me thy hand Biancha Bian. Here Duke Farewell Thus goe in euerlasting sleepe to dwell draws his ponyard and stabs her Here 's blood for lust sacrifice for wrong Bian. 'T is brauely done thou hast strucke home at once Liue to repent too late Commend my loue To thy true friend my loue to him that owes it Ny Tragedy to thee my hart to to Fernand oo oh dies Duke Sister she 's dead Fior. Then whiles thy rage is warme Pursue the canser of her trespasses Duke Good takes vp his sword exits I le slake no time whiles I am hot in blood Fior. Here 's royall vengeance this becomes the state Of his disgrace and my vnbounded fate recedot Fior. Enter Fernando Nibrassa Petruchio Petr. May we giue credit to your words my Lord Speake on your honour Fer. Let me dye accurst If euer through the progresse of my life I did as much as reape the benefit Of any fauour from her saue a kisse A better woman neuer blest the earth Nibr. Be shrew my heart young Lord but I beleeue thee Alas kind Lady 't is a Lordship to a dozen of poynts But the jealous mad man will in his fury Offer her some violence Petr. If it be thus 't were fit you rather kept A guard about you for your owne defence Then to be guarded for security Of his Reuenge he 's extreamely mou'd Nibr. Passion of my body my Lord if 'a come in his odde fits to you in the case you are 'a might cut your throat e're you could prouide a weapon of defence nay rather then it shal be so hold take my sword in your hand 't is none of the sprusest but 't is a tough fox wil not faile his master Come what wil come take it I 'le answer 't I in the meane time Petruchio and I wil back to the Dutchesse lodging he giues Fer. his sword Petr. Well thought on and in despight of all his rage Rescue the vertuous Lady Nibr. Looke to your selfe my Lord the Duke comes Enter Duke his Sword in one hand and in the other a bloody Dagger Duke Stand and behold thy executioner Thou glorious Traytor I will keepe no forme Of Ceremonius law to try thy guilt Looke here 't is written on my ponyards point The bloody euidence of thy vntruth Wherein thy Conscience and the wrathfull rod Of heauens scourge for lust at once giue vp The verdict of thy crying villanies I see th' art arm'd prepare I craue no odds Greater then is the iustice of my cause Fight or I 'le kill thee Fer. Duke I feare thee not But first I charge thee as thou art a Prince Tell me how hast thou vs'd thy Dutchesse Duke How To adde affliction to thy trembling ghost Looke on my daggers crimson dye and iudge Fer. Not dead Duke Not dead yes by my Honor's truth why foole Dost thinke I 'le hug my iniuries no Traytor I 'le mixe your soules together in your deaths As you did both your bodies in her life Haue at thee Fer. Stay I yeeld my weapon vp he lets fall his weapon Here here 's my bosome as thou art a Duke Dost honour goodnesse if the chast Biancha Be murther'd murther me Duke Faint hearted Coward Art thou so poore in spirit Rise and fight Or by the glories of my home and name I 'le kill thee basely Fer. Doe but heare me first Vnfortunate Caraffa thou hast butcher'd An Innocent a wife as free from lust As any termes of Art can Deifie Duke Pish this is stale dissimulation I 'le heare no more Fer. If euer I vnshrin'd The Altar of her purity or tasted More of her loue then what without controule Or blame a brother from a sister might Racke me to Atomies I must confesse I haue too much abus'd thee did exceed In lawlesse Courtship 't is too true I did But by the honour which I owe to goodnesse For any actuall folly I am free Duke 'T is false as much in death for thee she spake Fer. By yonder starry roofe 't is true O Duke Couldst thou reare vp another world like this Another like to that and more or more Herein thou art most wretched all the wealth Of all those worlds could not redeeme the losse Of such a spotlesse wife glorious Biancha Reigne in the triumph of thy martyrdome Earth was vnworthy of thee Nib. et Petr. Now on our liues we both beleeue him Duke Fernando dar'st thou sweare vpon my sword To iustifie thy words Fer. I dare looke here Kisses the Sword 'T is not the feare of death doth prompt my tongue For I would wish to dye and thou shalt know Poore miserable Duke since she is dead I 'le hold all life a hell Duke Biancha chast Fer. As vertues selfe is good Duke Chast chast and kild by me to her Offers to stabbe himselfe and is stayed by Fer. I offer vp this remnant of my Fer. Hold Be gentler to thy selfe Petr. Alas my Lord this is a wise mans carriage Duke Whither now Shall I run from the day where neuer man Nor eye nor eye of heauen may see a dogge So hatefull as I am Biancha chaste Had not the furie of some hellish rage Blinded all reasons sight I might haue seene Her clearenesse in her confidence to dye your leaue Kneeles downe holds vp his hands speakes a little and riseth T is done come friend now for her loue Her loue that praisd thee in the pangs of death I le hold thee deere Lords do not care for me Enter D'aualos I am too wise to dye yet oh Biancha R. D. The Lord Abbot of Monacho sir is in his return from Rome lodg'd last night late in the Citie very priuately and hearing the report of your journey onely intends to visite your Dutchesse to morrow Duke Slaue torture me no more note him my Lords If you would choose a diuell in the shape Of man an Arch-arch-diuell there stands one Wee le meete our Vnckle order straight Petruchio Our Dutchesse may be coffin'd 't is our will She forth with be interr'd with all the speed And priuacy you may 'i th' Colledge Church Amongst Caraffa's ancient monuments Some three daies hence wee 'le keepe her funerall Damn'd villaine bloody villaine oh
And worthy Sir Let me alike inioyne you not to spaake A word of that I vnderstand her loue And as for me my word shall be your suretie I 'le not as much as giue her cause to thinke I euer heard it R. D. Nay my Lord Whatsoeuer I inferre you may breake with her in it If you please for rather than silence should hinder You one step to such a fortune I will expose my selfe To any rebuke for your sake my good Lord Fer. You shall not indeed Sir I am still your friend And will proue so for the present I am forc'd To attend the Duke good houres befall ye I must leaue you Exit R. D. Gon already S'foot I ha marr'd all this is worse and worse he 's as cold as Hemlocke if her Highnesse knows how I haue gone to worke she 'll thanke me scuruily a pox of all dull braines I tooke the cleane contrary course there is a mysterie in this slight carelesnesse of his I must sift it and I will find it vd's me foole my selfe out of my wit well I 'le choose some fitter opportunity to inueagle him and till then smooth her vp that hee is a man ouerioyed with the report Exit Enter Ferentes and Colona Feren. Madam by this light I vow my selfe your seruant onely yours inespecially yours time like a turne-coat may order and disorder the outward fashions of our bodies but shall neuer inforce a change on the constancy of my minde sweet Colona faire Colona young and sprightfull Lady doe not let me in the best of my youth languish in my earnest affections Col. Why should you seeke my Lord to purchase glory By the disgrace of a silly maid Feren. That I confesse too I am euery way so vnworthy of the first fruits of thy embraces so far beneath the riches of thy merit that it can be no honor to thy fame to rank me in the number of thy seruants yet proue me how true how firme I will stand to thy pleasures to thy command and as time shall serue be euer thine Now prethe deere Colona Col, Well well my Lord I haue no heart of flint Or if I had you know by cunning words How to out-weare it But Feren. But what doe not pitty thy owne gentlenesse Louely Colona shall I speake shall I say But I and our wishes are made vp Col. How shall I say I when my feares say no Feren. You wil not faile to meet two houres hence sweet Col. No yes yes I would haue said how my tongue trips Fere. I take that promise that double yes as an assurance Of thy faith in the groue good sweet remember In any case alone d' ee marke loue not as much as your Dutchesse little dog you 'll not forget two houres hence Thinke on 't and misse not till then Col. Oh if you should proue false and loue another Feren. Defie me then I 'le be all thine and a seruant Onely to thee onely to thee Exit Colona Very passing good three honest women in our Courts Here of Italy are enough to discredit a whole Nation Of that sexe he that is not a Cuckold or a Bastard Is a strangely happy man for a chaste wife or a mother That neuer stept awry are wonders wonders in Italy S'life I haue got the feat on 't and am euery day More actiue in my trade 't is a sweet sinne this slip Of mortality and I haue tasted enough for one Passion of my senses Here comes more worke for me Enter Iulia And how does my owne Iulia mew vpon this sadnesse What 's the matter you are melancholly Whither away wench Iul. 'T is well the time has bin when your smooth tongue Would not haue mock'd my griefes and had I bin more Chary of mine honor you had still bin lowly as you were Feren. Lowly why I am sure I cannot be much more lowly Then I am to thee thou bring'st me on my bare knees Wench twice in euery foure and twenty houres besides Halfe turnes instead of Beuers what must we next Doe sweet-heart Iul. Breake vowes on your side I expect no other But euery day looke when some newer choice May violate your honour and my trust Feren. Indeed forsooth how they by that la I hope I neglect No opportunity to your Nunquam satis to be call'd In question for goe thou art as fretting as an old Grogrum by this hand I loue thee for 't it becomes thee So prettily to be angry well if thou should'st dye Farewell all loue with me for euer goe I 'le meet Thee soone in thy Ladies backe lobby I will wench Looke for me Iul. But shall I be resolu'd you will be mine Feren. All thine I will reserue my best ability My heart my honour onely to thee onely to thee Pitty of my blood away I heare company Comming on remember soone I am all thine I will liue perpetually onely to thee away Exit Iul. S'foot I wonder about what time of the yeare I was begot sure it was when the Moone was In coniunction and all the other Planets Drunke at a Morrice-dance I am haunted Aboue patience my mind is not as infinite to doe As my occasions are proffered of doing Chastity I am An Eunuch if I thinke there be any such thing or If there be 't is amongst vs men for I neuer found it In a woman throughly tempted yet I haue a shrewd hard Taske comming on but let it passe who comes now Enter Fernando My Lord the Dukes friend I will striue to be inward with Him my Noble Lord Fernando Fer. My Lord Ferentes I should change some words Of consequence with you but since I am For this time busied in more serious thoughts I 'le picke some fitter opportunity Feren. I will wait your pleasure my Lord Good day to Your Lordship Exit Feren. Fer. Traytor to friendship whither shall I runne That lost to reason cannot sway the float Of the vnruly faction in my bloud The Dutchesse oh the Dutchesse in her smiles Are all my ioyes abstracted death to my thoughts My other plague comes to me Enter Fiormonda and Iulia Fior. My Lord Fernando what so hard at study You are a kind companion to your selfe That loue to be alone so Fer. Madam no I rather chose this leasure to admire The glories of this little world the Court Where like so many starres on seuerall thrones Beauty and greatnesse shine in proper Orbes Sweet matter for my meditation Fior. So so Sir leaue vs Iulia your owne proofe Exit Iul. By trauell and prompt obseruation Instruct you how to place the vse of speech But since you are at leisure pray let 's sit Wee 'll passe the time a little in discourse What haue you seene abroad Fer. No wonders Lady Like these I see at home Fior. At home as how Fer. Your pardon if my tongue the voyce of truth Report but what is warranted by sight Fior. What sight Fer. Looke in your glasse and you
before most kindly still Bian. Must ioyne Duke What must Bian. My Lord Duke Must ioyne you say Bian. That you will please to set Maurucio At liberty this Gentle woman here Hath by agreement made betwixt them two Obtain'd him for her husband good my Lord Let me intreat I dare ingage mine honour He 's innocent in any wilfull fault Duke Your honour Madam now beshrew you for 't T' ingage your honour on so slight a ground Honour 's a precious Iewell I can tell you Nay 't is Biancha Goe too D'auolos Bring vs Maurucio hither R. D. I shall my Lord Exit D'auolos Mor. I humbly thanke your grace Fer. And Royall Sir since Iulia and Colona Chiefe Actors in Ferentes tragicke end Were through their Ladies mediation Freed by your gracious pardon I in pitty Tendered this widowes friendlesse misery For whose reprieue I shall in humblest duty Be euer thankfull Enter D'auolos Maurucio in poore rags and Giacopo weeping Mau. Come you my learned Counsell doe not rore If I must hang why then lament therefore You may reioyce and both no doubt be great To serue your Prince when I am turn'd wormes meat I feare my lands and all I haue is begg'd Else woe is me why should I be so ragg'd R. D. Come on Sir the Duke stayes for you Mau. O how my stomacke doth begin to puke When I doe heare that onely word the Duke Duke You Sir looke on that woman are you pleas'd If we remit your body from the jayle To take her for your wife Man, On that condition Prince with all my heart Mor. Yes I warrant your grace he is content Duke Why foolish man hast thou so soone forgot The publike shame of her abus'd wombe Her being mother to a Bastards birth Or caust thou but imagine she will be True to thy bed who to her selfe was false Gia. Phew Sir doe not stand vpon that that 's a matter of nothing you know Mau. Nay and shall please your good grace and it come to that I care not as good men as I haue lyen in foule sheets I am sure the linnen has not beene much the worse for the wearing a little I will haue her with all my-heart Duke And shalt Fernando thou shalt haue the grace To ioyne their hands put 'em together friend Bian. Yes doe my Lord bring you the Bridegroom hither I 'le giue the Bride my selfe R. D. Here 's argument to jealousie as good as drinke to the dropsie shee will share any disgrace with him I could not wish it better Duke Euen so well doe it Fer. Here Maurucio long liue a happy couple ioyne their bands Duke 'T is enough now know our pleasure henceforth 'T is our will if euer thou Maurucio or thy wife Be seene within a dozen miles at Court We will recall our mercy no intreat Shall warrant thee a minute of thy life Wee 'll haue no seruile slauery of lust Shall breath neere vs dispatch and get ye hence Biancha come with me oh my cleft soule Exit Duke et Biancha Mau. How 's that must I come no more neere the Court Gia. O pittifull not neere the Court Sir R. D. Not by a dozen miles indeed Sir your only course I can aduise you is to passe to Naples and set vp a house of Carnality there are very faire and frequent suburbs and you need not feare the contagion of any pestilent disease for the worst is very proper to the place Fer. 'T is a strange sentence Fior. 'T is and sudden too And not without some mysterie R. D. Will you goe Sir Mau. Not neere the Court Mor. What matter is it Sweet-heart feare nothing Loue you shall haue new change of apparell good diet wholesome attendance and wee will liue like pigeons my Lord Mau. Wilt thou forsake me Giacopo Gia. I forsake yee no not as long as I haue a whole eare on my head come what will come Fior. Maurucio you did once proffer true loue To me but since you are more thriftier sped For old affections sake here take this gold Spend it for my sake Fer. Madam you doe nobly And that 's for me Maurucio R. D. Will ye goe Sir Mau. Yes I will goe and I humbly thank your Lordship and Ladiship Pauy sweet Pauy farwel come wife come Gia Now is the time that we away must lag copo And march in pompe with baggage and with bag O poore Maurucio what hast thou mis-doue To end thy life when life was new begun Adew to all for Lords and Ladies see My wofull plight and Squires of low degree R. D. Away away sirs Exeunt manent Fior. et Fer Fior. My Lord Fernando Fer. Madam Fior. Doe you note my brothers odde distractions You were wont to bosome in his Counsailes I am sure you know the ground on 't Fer. Not I in troth Fior. Is 't possible what would you say my Lord If he out of some melancholly spleene Edg'd on by some thank picking Parasite Should now proue iealous I mistrust it shrewdly Fer. What Madam iealous Fior. Yes for but obserue A Prince whose eye is chooser to his heart Is seldome steddy in the lists of loue Vnlesse the party he affects doe match His ranke in equall portion or in friends I neuer yet out of report or else By warranted description haue obseru'd The nature of phantasticke Iealousie If not in him yet on my conscience now He has no cause Fer. Cause Madam by this light I 'le pledge my soule against a vse-lesse rush Fior. I neuer thought her lesse yet trust me Sir No merit can be greater than your praise Whereat I strangely wonder how a man Vow'd as you told me to a single life Should so much Deifie the Saints from whom You haue disclaym'd deuotion Fer. Madam 't is true From them I haue but from their vertues neuer Fior. You are too wise Fernando to be plaine You are in loue nay shrinke not man you are Biancha is your ayme why doe you blush She is I know she is Fer. My ayme Fior. Yes yours I hope I talke no newes Fernando know Thou runst to thy confusion if in time Thou dost not wisely shun that Circe's charme Vnkindest man I haue too long conceal'd My hidden flames when still in silent signes I Courted thee for loue without respect To youth or state and yet thou art vnkind Fernando leaue that Sorceresse if not For loue of me for pitty of thy selfe Fer. Injurious woman I defie thy lust 'T is not your subtile sifting shall creepe Into the secrets of a heart vnsoyl'd You are my Princes sister else your malice Had rayl'd it selfe to death but as for me Be record all my fate I doe detest Your fury or affection Iudge the rest Exit Fer. Fior. What gone well goe thy wayes I see the more I humble my firme loue the more he shuns Both it and me so plaine then 't is too late To hope change peeuish passion to contempt What euer rages in my blood