obserues pursues slinks back for fright Was neuer cast in mould of noble spright Ga. Tush there 's a fun will straight exhale these damps Of chilling feare Come shal 's salute the bride Ant, Castilio I pree the mixe thy breath with his Sing one of Signior Renaldo's ayres To rouse the slumbring bride from gluttoning In surfet of superfluous sleepe Good Signior sing CANTANT What meanes this silence and vnmooued calme Boy winde thy Cornet force the leaden gates Of lasie sleepe fly open with thy breath My Mellida not vp not stirring yet vmh Ma. That voice should be my sonnes Antonio 's Antonio Ant. Here who cals here stands Antonio Mari. Sweete sonne Ant. Deare mother Ma. Faire honour of a chast and loyall bed Thy fathers beautie thy sad mothers loue Were I as powrefull as the voice of fate Felicitie compleat should sweete thy state But all the blessings that a poore banisht wretch Can powre vpon thy heade take gentle sonne Liue gratious youth to close thy mothers eyes Lou'd of thy parents till their latest hower How cheares my Lord thy father O sweet boy Part of him thus I clip my deare deare ioy Ant. Madam last night I kist his princely hand And tooke a treasur'd blessing from his lips O mother you arriue in Iubile And firme attonement of all boystrous rage Pleasure vnited loue protested faith Guard my lou'd father as sworne Pensioners The Dukes are leagu'd in firmest bond of loue And you arriue euen in the Solsticie And highest point of sun-shine happinesse ¶ One windes a Cornet within Harke Madam how you Cornet ierketh vp His straind shrill accents in the capering ayre As proud to summon vp my bright cheek't loue Now mother ope wide expectation Let loose your amplest sense to entertaine Th' impression of an obiect of such worth That life 's too poore to Gal. Nay leaue Hyperboles Ant. I tel thee prince that presence straight appears Of which thou canst not forme Hyperboles The trophy of tryumphing excellence The heart of beautie Mellida appeares See looke the curtaine stirs shine natures pride Loues vitall spirit deare Antonio's bride ¶ The Curtain 's drawne and the bodie of Feliche stabd thick with wounds appeares hung vp What villaine bloods the window of my loue What slaue hath hung you gorie ensigne vp In flat defiance of humanitie Awake thou faire vnspotted puritie Death 's at thy windowe awake bright Mellida Antonio cals SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Piero as at first with Forobosco Pie VVHO giues these il-befitting attributes Of chast vnspotted bright to Mellida He lies as lowde as thunder shee 's vnchast Tainted impure blacke as the soule of hell ¶ He drawes his rapier offers to runne at Piero but Maria holds his arme staies him Ant. Dog I will make the eate thy vomit vp Which thou hast belk't gainst taintlesse Mellida Ramm 't quicklie downe that it may not rise vp To imbraid my thoughts Behold my stomack 's Strike me quite through with the relentlesse edge Of raging furie Boy I le kill thy loue Pandulfe Feliche I haue stabd thy sonne Looke yet his lifeblood reekes vpon this steele Albert you hangs thy friend Haue none of you Courage of vengeance Forget I am your Duke Thinke Mellida is not Pieros bloode Imagine on slight ground I le blast his honour Suppose I sawe not that incestuous slaue Clipping the strumpet with luxurious twines O numme my sense of anguish cast my life In a dead sleepe whilst lawe cuts off yon maine Yon putred vlcer of my roiall bloode Foro. Keepe league with reason gratious Soueraigne Pie There glowe no sparkes of reason in the world All are rak't vp in ashie beastlinesse The bulke of man 's as darke as Erebus No branch of Reasons light hangs in his trunke There liues no reason to keepe league withall I ha no reason to be reasonable Her wedding eue linkt to the noble blood Of my most firmely reconciled friend And found euen clingd in sensualitie O heauen O heauen Were she as neare my heart As is my liuer I would rend her off SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Strozzo Str. VVHITHER O whither shal I hurle vast griefe Pier. Here into my breast t is a place built wide By fate to giue receipt to boundlesse woes Str. O no here throb those hearts which I must cleaue With my keene pearcing newes Andrugio's dead Pier. Dead Ma. O me most miserable Pie Dead alas how dead Giue seeming passion Fut weepe act faine Dead alas how dead Str. The vast delights of his large sodaine ioyes Opned his powers so wide that 's natiue heate So prodigally flow'd t'exterior parts That thinner Citadell was left vnmand And so surpriz'd on sodaine by colde death Mari. O fatal disastrous cursed dismall Choake breath and life I breath I liue too long Andrugio my Lord I come I come Pie Be cheerefull Princesse help Castilio The Ladie 's swouned helpe to beare her in Slow comfort to huge cares is swiftest sin Bal. Courage courage sweet Ladie t is sir Gefferey Balurdo bids you courage Truly I am as nimble as an Elephant about a Ladie Pan. Dead Ant. Dead Alb. Dead An. Why now the womb of mischiefe is deliuer'd Of the prodigious issue of the night Pan. Ha ha ha Ant. My father dead my loue attaint of lust That 's a large lye as vast as spatious hell Poore guiltlesse Ladie O accursed lye What whome whether which shall I first lament A deade father a dishonour'd wife Stand Me thinkes I feele the frame of nature shake Cracks not the ioynts of earth to beare my woes Alb. Sweet Prince be patient Ant. S'lid sir I will not in despight of thee Patience is slaue to fooles a chaine that 's fixt Onely to postes and senslesse log-like dolts Alb. T is reasons glorie to commaund affects An. Lies thy cold father dead his glossed eyes New closed vp by thy sad mothers hands Hast thou a loue as spotlesse as the browe Of clearest heauen blurd with false defames Are thy moyst entrals crumpled vp with griefe Of parching mischiefs Tel me does thy hart With punching anguish spur thy galled ribs Then come and let 's sit and weep wreath our arms I le heare thy counsell Alb. Take comfort Ant. Confusion to all comfort I defie it Comfort 's a Parasite a flattring Iack And melts resolu'd despaire O boundlesse woe If there be any black yet vnknowen griefe If there be any horror yet vnfelt Vnthought of mischiefe in thy fiendlike power Dash it vpon my miserable heade Make me more wretch more cursed if thou canst O now my fate is more than I could feare My woes more waightie than my soule can beare Exit Pan. Ha ha ha Al. Why laugh you vncle That 's my cuz your son Whose brest hangs cased in his cluttered gore Pa. True man true why wherfore should I weepe Come sit kinde Nephew come on thou and I Will talke as Chorus to this tragedie Intreat the musick straine their instruments With a slight