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A09134	[Fedele and Fortunio] [The deceites in loue: excellently discoursed in a very pleasaunt and fine conceited comoedie, of two Italian gentlemen. Translated out of Italian, and set downe according as it hath beene presented before the Queenes moste excellent Maiestie].; Fedele. English	Pasqualigo, Luigi.; Munday, Anthony, 1553-1633.	1585 (1585)	STC 19447; ESTC S110343	33,243	50

naked man Drawe on my good fellowes and spare not strike home Ah cowardly Dastardes so sone be you gone Fedele ¶ Arme Arme Arme Pedante ¶ Kill kill kill Fedele ¶ Downe with Crack-stone Pedante ¶ Giue me a Bill Heere Crack-stone runnes into the net Fedele after him leauing Pedante on the stage Fedele ¶ Followe followe Crack-st. ¶ Out alas where am I now Pedante ¶ Faste ynough by this time I trow Is this my lusty kill Cow that will eate vp so many men at a bit And when he deales with a shadowe will not stand to it Enter Fedele and two or three other leading Crack-stone in the net singing BE still my mates that keepe the gates When euery watch is set Your lucke is naught your freendes haue caught Your Captaine in a net Heigh ho Crack-stone heigh ho Crack-stone A Nodie a Nodie a Nodie we haue Heigh hoe Crack-stone lustie and braue Now souldiers all forsake the wall Your foes haue got the towne Manhood is fled God Mars is dead Your Captaine is a clowne Heigh ho Crack-stone Heigh ho Crack-stone A Nodie a Nodie a Nodie we haue Heigh ho Crack-stone lusty and braue Victoria out at her windowe Attilia come hither streight some sturre is in the stréete Me thinkes I heare the noise of men and trampling of their féete Fedele ¶ Ah Sir you meant to kill me you to please Victoria But now I trust to make of thée a poore Crack-stone if I may Crack-st ¶ If that victorious Prince of battaile god Marche-beere had not bene a sléepe I had made you euery one into corners to créepe T' is the Fortune of warre lucke runnes not euer to one side Therefore I am content the prickatorie to abide I am not strong Sampier to breake out of your hands But oh that some little hōgry Mouse would gnaw a sunder my bāds I would giue you such a frezado or cāuazado take which you please As should be small to your comfort and little to your ease Pedante ¶ Oh what this Captaine would do if he were out of his skin Till his courage be cooler I pray you holde him in Attilia ¶ Mistresse I can not tell what is best to be saide Once more I perceiue you are betraide I sée that Fedele and his friendes haue your Champion beset And now both to his shame and yours he is caught in a net Victoria ¶ Art thou sure that it is so Attilia ¶ Haue an eye to the ende Fedele ¶ Now let vs shew him to Victoria his dearest friend Here they bring him singing vnto Victor windowe Pedante ¶ Then let him be led through euery stréete in the towne That euery crackrope may throw rottē egs at the clown Fedele ¶ Hoe Victoria if be awake rise looke out I pray Crack-st. ¶ The hunt is vp And fooles be fledg'de before the perfect day Shrinke in looke out againe Victoria ¶ Who calles Fedele ¶ Fedele Sée the Champion whome you set to murder me This déed throughout the Cittie shortly shall dishonour thée Victoria ¶ Out I defie him Fedele ¶ What sayest thou Attilia Attilia ¶ He is a knaue I denie him Crack-st ¶ Thou art a Drabbe and a Queane if my name be Crack-stone you say I was requested to this both by thée and Victoria Attilia ¶ By my mistresse and me good man Coward doe you know what Take that Sir your face was not washte yester day Emptie a chāber pot on his head Crack-st ¶ A rope on all whores will you drinke any Ale I thinke she crownde me with a potle of stale This drinke was ill brued and might haue bene sparde The very graines of the Malte stickes fast to my bearde Pedante ¶ You will tell me more anon when euery maide in this towne Hath emptied her almes box on the top of your crowne Crack-st ¶ Alas good maister Fedele as you are a Gentleman no farther let me go I shall be chok'te with this dole if you handle me so Consider I am a man subiect to the same pressing-yron of the minde that other mē are For the loue of a woman ouerwhelmed with care I confesse I am as you are flesh blood and loued Victoria so well That I could haue bin content for her sake to haue gone quicke to hell Therefore forgiue me and if I take not your part and be reuenged vpon her before I doe reste Set the gun-shot of tyrannie to the bulwarkes of my breste Cut off my Rammes hornes and breake into the belfrie And blesse the cursed dayes of my virginitie Pedante ¶ He rowles in his Retorike as an Ape in his tayle Wynde and tide at commaundement he flyes with full sayle Fedele ¶ So that thou séeke all meanes thou canst Victoria to deface And blaze her in eache company and strike her in disgrace I let thée goe Let him out of the net Crack-st ¶ Unhoode me I pray I am as wearie of my cariage as a Dogge of his day Pedante ¶ Slacke the cordes there my masters giue him sea-roome in haste Close ayre is not holsome for Gallants to taste Crack-st ¶ Now I beginne to féele my heart by little little rise out of my hose Yet the sente of this water is still in my nose I thinke I am the perplexionablest man that liues at this day For I would faine be reuenged of Victoria and I know not which way Pedante ¶ Follow my counsell and be ruled by mée Then shalt thou sée Captaine what I 'le doe for thée I 'le teache thée a way to crye quittance with her before it be long And make her recant her chatering at window with an other song Crack-st ¶ Gramercy Pediculus thou art the comfortablest fellowe that euer I did sée I thinke thou wast borne vnder some merry Planet in the time of diuersitie Fedele ¶ Now sith Victoriaes name is like for euer to be lost Further reuenge I will not séeke as I to her did boste Because that as my selfe vniustly seru'd Virginia So am I now iustly requited by Victoria Therefore Pedante goe and pardon of Virginia craue And tell her that I will be hers Pedante ¶ That 's it she would haue But I beséech you Sir tarry till the day be light I am loth to goe stumbling in the stréetes this night Fedele ¶ Then till the morning let it rest but early sée thou rise And doe my message in the méekest sort thou canst deuise Meane whyle wée 'le home and take a sléepe Exit with them that helde the net for I am ouer-watcht Pedante ¶ Uery well Sir beare you the net after I haue some businesse with the Captaine to be dispatcht Now maister Captaine come with me for as soone as my maister to bed I haue brought You shall sée what a thing for you I haue wrought And because you haue determined on Victoria to reuenge your wrōg It must be done this night or neuer time doe not prolong As her flatterie this night bring did you in bandes So

Yet vnreuenged why did I stay my hand Why did I not her faithlesse body gore Whiles in my power before me she did stand Why did I not for to fulfill my vowe Doe that which none would couer nor allowe Her treason makes my raging thoughts to swell Beyonde the boundes of all humanitie Her falshoode driues the Furies out of hell To practise straunge and extreame crueltie Yet neither rancoures force nor ougly fiende Hath scourge ynough for such a double friende But yet before reuenge my furie take I 'le offer seruice to Virginia Least euery dame here after me forsake When it is knowen how I vsed Victoria Good lucke Medusa héer me thinkes I sée A cunning broker very fit for mée Actus quarta Scena quarta Enter Medusa with a Pedlers Basket vnder her arme to Fortunio Medusa ¶ My toyle so great rewarde so small that euery man dooth giue Hath made me weary of my trade vncertaine how to liue Fortunio ¶ Well met Medusa whether goest thou with thy Packe so late Medusa ¶ I was abroade to sell my wares at euery Ladies gate But being ouertaken thus by night I hie me home Till Fortune send a better market for the worlde is done Fortunio ¶ What hast thou solde Medusa ¶ Nothing but wordes Fortunio ¶ What hast thou got Medusa Nothing but winde Fortunio ¶ That market thou mighst well haue kept and yet haue left thy Packe behinde Medusa ¶ Not so for by the carriage that within my prettie Packe I haue I enter in those Ladies chambers that I finde both fine and braue And vnder colour of the trifles I beare about to sell I pleade for such as you good Syr that féele by loue the force of hell Fortunio ¶ What hast thou there Medusa ¶ Calles Gorgets Heares Powders to make a Ball Vallentia Gloues and Venice Rolles to rubbe the téeth withall Laces Purses Rings Buskes Wyers and Glasses fine Bracelettes Perfumes Stilled waters Sops in wine Pinnes Bodkins Staies and other kinde of stuffe No more but tell me what you lacke and you shall haue ynough A thousand knackes I haue to vtter which I must be slow Because they are so secret as becomes not you to knowe Fortunio ¶ Neither am I importunate to wring it out of thée Yet must I craue thée now to showe thy selfe a friend to mée Medusa ¶ Wherein Fortunio ¶ Euen in the loue that I to faire Virginia beare Medusa ¶ I doubte it is too harde a taske she loues Fedele so That she by no meanes can be wonne Fedele to forgo Fortunio ¶ Yet doe thy best to moue my sute Medusa ¶ The best I can I will And ransacke euery corner of my wittes to shewe my skill Either it must be done by crafte or Magicke which you please Fortunio ¶ By Crafte or Magicke which you liste so I may purchase ease Medusa ¶ Sir first by deceit I 'le trie how I can bring the same about If shiftes doe faile Enchaunted herbes shall put you out of doubt I will vnto her lodging straight and stay your comming there Within an houre or halfe to followe sée you doe not feare I 'le tell her that I meane to bring Fedele to her bed When lightes are out and sléepe is crept into her fathers head When you are in and halfe vnbraste a tumult will I make And call her father vp you in her chamber there to take You know age will suspect the worst and when he sées you so Will force you then to marrie her whether shée will or no Besides when that the brute heer of is blowen in euery place Fedele and all other suters will forsake the chace Loe thus by subtiltie you shall possesse the dame you crau'de And yet by me when all is tolde her honour shall be sau'de Fortunio ¶ This is as well as can be wishte depart I pray thée straight Medusa ¶ I goe forget not you to come Exit Actus quarta Scena quinta Enter Fedele with Pedante and with them two Watch-men with Billes Fortunio ¶ Upon thée will I waighte Sée where Fedele comes because he shall not me suspecte I will auoyde the stréetes a while that nothing me detecte Exit Fedele ¶ And is it so Pedante Pedante ¶ It is as I tell ye Attilia tolde me that her mistresse had made a request To Crack-stone to sheathe his sworde in your brest Besides I goe as you knowe disguised to the house for an other intent I sawe him come thence bragging what he would doe in the stréetes as he went Fedele ¶ Alas poore soule I know he dare scarce looke a flye in the face But séest thou this I will prouide my Captaine to disgrace Come on my friendes goe you and set this net at the Lanes end For when he comes my sworde vpon this Gallant will I bend And crye aloude arme arme as though our enemies had the wall He hearing this will take his héeles and let his anger fall We will pursue him so that we will driue him to the net When he is in pull you the cordes for that same purpose set And make him fast then will we leade him hampred in the same With mirth and glée about the towne to put him to the shame Goe set it vp Watchmē ¶ We will Pedante ¶ Ah Sirra I perceiue we shall goe a batfowling this night I would the Captaine would come that of this pretie sport I might haue a sight Fedele ¶ Whiste not a worde for he is at hande Come let vs both priuily in ambush stande Actus quarta Scena sexta Enter Captaine Crack-stone armed like a Champion Crack-st. ¶ Now shall my valerositie appeare vnto all How I can kill men and serue a woman at her call My greatest griefe is that in dooing this feate I am sure my honour will not be so greate As when I giue a charger to my foes in the open féelde Or put Citties into sackes and make thousandes to yéelde To bring Fedele to the Counter is but to fight with a flie There is neither praise pride nor prouidence in the victorie Therefore take héede Crack-stone what you doe You hazarde your good name your honour standes on tip toe To kill a Gentlemā that neuer ought me malice is more thē crueltie And to kill him for a woman will bring me vtterly to infancie Shall I kill him then peraduenture yea shall I let him go Peraduenture I may peraduenture no Oh single deuise here is a braine I beléeue Able to shoote birdboltes of inuentiōs from my head into my sléeue I will make a great noyse before Victoriaes doore in the stréete As though at this present with Fedele I did méete Then will I runne to her house amayne And make her beléeue that Fedele is slayne Then before that she heare any newes of his life I 'le haue her to the Priest and make her my wife Haue euen at it as well as I can Fight with the Ayre Ah Uillaines thus many of you set vpon a