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A59993
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The traytor a tragedy : with alterations, amendments and additions / written by Mr. Rivers.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.; Rivers, Mr. (Antony)
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1692
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Wing S3487; ESTC R10993
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Now what must I expect Lo. You are my Prisoner Sci. I am so Lo. And be confident to find that favour Sci. Favour Lo. Be at distance My Lord I am sorry for your great Misfortune And if you can but study how I may Assist you you shall soon discern my love My readiness to serve you Sci. Ha this is honest Lo. I will impose no more Restraint than your own House you 're Honourable You have many severe Enemies The Duke Look'd graciously upon Pisano but Sci. You sha'not lose the smallest beam of favour To buy a Man so desperate I am arm'd to die and give Example of that Fortitude Shall shame the Law 's Severity Lo. I ha' thought a way To recover you if you incline to 't Dare you consent Sci. To any thing that 's noble Although I never fear'd to suffer I Am not so foolish to despise a Life Lo. There is no difficulty attends it listen The time will not permit much circumstance The Duke you know did love your Sister Sci. Vitiously Lo. Her Virtue did but cool him for the present As sprinklings on a flame he 's now more passionate To enjoy her Sci. Ha Lo. If she consent to meet His soft embrace with his first kiss he seals Your Pardon The Duke may be so taken With her Return to his Delight who knows But he may marry her and discharge his Dutchess With a quaint Sallet You do apprehend me Sci. And repent more I had one good thought of thee Than had I kill'd a Thousand Save my life And prostitute my Sister though I have No Weapon I will look thee dead or breathe A damp shall stifle thee Lo. I ha' done And praise your Heathen Resolution Of Death go practise Immortality And e'er thy Body hath three Days inhabited A melancholly Chamber in the Earth This Sister shall be ravish'd Mauger thy Dust and Heraldry Sci. Ha ravish'd When I am dead was 't not so Oh my Soul I feel it weep within me and the Tears Soften my Flesh Lorenzo I repent my Fury Lo. I advis'd you the best way my Wisdom could direct Sci. I thank you for 't You have awak'd my Reason I am asham'd I was no sooner sensible Does the Duke Affect my Sister still say you Lo. Most passionately Sci. She shall obey him then upon my Life That 's it my Life I know she loves me dearly I shall have much ado to win her to it But she shall come I 'll send her Lo. Perform this Sci. I wo'not only send her but prepar'd Not to be disobedient to his Highness He shall command her any thing Lo. Do this And be for ever happy when these have Only for form but waited on you home This disingages ' em Sci. My humblest Service To the Duke I pray and tell him Amidea This Night shall be at his Dispose by this Lo. I 'm confident farewell attend Sciarrah Sci. Pity the Seaman that to avoid a shelf Must strike upon a Rock to save himself Exeunt ACTUS Quintus Enter Sciarrha and Amidea Sci. THe doors are fast Enough is wept already for Pisano There 's something else that must be thought on and Of greater consequence I am yet unsafe That for thy sake am guilty of his blood Am. Though all my stock of tears were spent already Upon Pisano's loss Yet the remembrance that you have made A forfeit of your dear life Is able to create a weeping spring Within my barren head Oh my lost Brother Thou hast a cruel Destiny my Eyes In pity of thy Fate desire to drown thee The Law will only seek thee upon Land Hid in my tears thou shalt prevent the stroak Kills both our Name and thee Sci. I know thou lov'st me Poor Girl I shall desire to cherish life If thou lament me thus so rich a comfort Will tempt me wish I might delay my journey To Heaven Am. Good Heaven that we might go together Sci. That must not be Am. Then let me go before Sci. How Am. Make my suit unto the Prince my blood May be your ransome let me dye Sciarrha Sci. How my Honour blushes To hear thee Amidea Suffer for me why thou art innocent I have provok'd the Punishment and dare Obey it manly if thou couldst redeem me With any thing but death I think I should Consent to live Am. Nothing can be too precious To save a Brother such a loving Brother As you have been Sci. Death 's a devouring Gamester And sweeps up all what thinkst thou of an Eye Couldst thou spare one and think the blemish recompenc'd To see me safe with t'other or a hand This white hand that hath so often With admiration trembled on the Lute Till we have pray'd thee leave the strings a while And laid our ears close to thy Ivory fingers Suspecting all the Harmony proceeded From their own motion without the need Of any dull or passive Instrument No Amidea thou shalt not bear one scar To buy my life the Sickle shall not touch A Flower that grows so fair upon his stalk I would live and owe my Life to thee So 't were not bought too dear Am. Do you believe I should not find The way to Heaven Were both mine Eyes thy Ransom I shall climb up those high and rugged Cliffs Without a hand Sci. One way there is if thou Dost love with that tenderness Am. Pronounce it And let no danger that attends incline you To make a pause Sci. The Duke thou know'st did love thee Am. Ha! Sci. Nay do not start already nor mistake me I do not as before make tryal of thee Whether thou canst laying aside thy Honour Meet his lascivious arms but by this Vertue I must beseech thee to forgoe it all And turn a sinful Woman Am. Bless me Sci. I know the Kingdoms of the World contain not Riches enough to tempt thee to a fall That will so much undo thee but I am Thy Brother dying Brother if thou lov'st Him therefore that for thee hath done so much Dy'd his pale hands in blood to revenge thee And in that Murther wounded his own Soul Almost to death consent to lose thy innocence Am. Oh! never never Sci. What not to save my Life Am. But stain my self for ever Sci. Where In thy face who shall behold one blemish Or one spot more in thy whole frame Thy Beauty Will be the very same thy Speech thy Person Wear no deformity Am. Oh! do not speak So like a Rebel to all Modesty To all Religion If these Arguments Spring from your jealousie that I am faln After a Proof you did so late applaud Sci. I had not kill'd Pisano then Then I but try'd thy Virtue Now my Condition calls for mercy to thee Though to thy self thou appear cruel for 't Come We may live both if you please Am. Who has made you afraid to dye I pity you And wish my self in any Noble Cause Your Leader Sci. So Valiant I will not interpose another Syllable
your first Love be confident Oriana may be wone and it were necessary You did prepare the Mother Pis Each sillable is a blessing Cos Although some complaints have past between Me and Oriana I am not warm Yet in the Mothers fancy whose power may Assist you much but loose no time Pis Thou Miracle of Friendship Exeunt Enter Duke Frederico Florio and Alonso Du. Letters to us from whom Al. Castruchio Du. The Exile whence Al. Scienna My good Lord It came inclos'd within my Letter which Impos'd my care and duty in the swift Delivery Fr. The Duke is pale of the suddain Du. A Palsie does possess me Ha! Lorenzo Our Cousin the Enemy of Our Life and State My bosom Kinsman not too loud the Traytor May hear and by escape prevent Our Justice Flo. What Traytor Du. Alonso come you hither What correspondency maintain you with this Castruchio Al. None My Lord but I am happy In his election to bring the first Voice to your safety Du. Most ingrateful man Turn Rebel I have worn him in my blood Al. 'T is time to purge the humour Du. I will do 't Our Guard were he more precious had he shar'e Our soul as he but borrows of our flesh This action makes him nothing He turne conspirator Oh the fate of Princes But stay this paper speakes of no particular He does not mention what design what plot Al. More Providence is necessary Du. Right right good Alonso th' art an honest man And lov'st us well what 's to be done Al. 'T is best To make his person sure by this you may Discover soonest who are of his faction Du. And at our leisure study of his punishment Which must exceed death every common trespass Is so rewarded first apply all tortures To inforce confession who are his confederates And how they meant to murder us then some rare Invention to execute the Traytor So as he may be half a year a dying Will make us fam'd for Justice Enter Lorenzo Depazzi Al. He is here Shal 's apprehend him Lo. Happy morning to My gratious Soveraign Du. Can Treason couch it self within that frame We ha' Letters for you Lo. Letters these dread Sir Have no directions to me your Highness Is only nam'd Du. They will concern your reading Alonso now observe and watch him Florio Depazzi come you hither does Lorenzo Look like a Traitor Dep. How sir a Traytor Du. Ay Sir Dep. I sir by my Honour not I sir I defie Him that speaks it I am in a fine pickle Lor. I ha' read Du. No blush not tremble Read again Lor. The substance is that you maintain A vigilant eye over Lorenzo who Hath threatned with your death his Countries liberty And other things touching reducing of A Common-wealth Du. I like not that Dep. All 's out A pox upon him for a Traytor he Has hedg'd me in but ' I le confess Du. What answer Make you to this Lorenzo Lor. This o' th' suddain Sir I must owe the title of a Traitor To your high favours Envy first conspir'd And malice now accuses but what story Mentioned his name that had his Princes bosome Without the Peoples hate 't is sin enough In some men to be great the throng of stars The rout and common People of the skie Move still another way then the Sun does That guilds the creature take your honors back And if you can that purple of my veins Which flowes in yours and you shall leave me in A state I sh'anot fear the great ones envy Nor common peoples rage and yet perhaps You may be credulous against me Duk. Ha! Al. The Duke is cool Duk. Alonzo look you prove Lorenzo what you say Al. I say my Lord I have discovered all my knowledge sir Dep. Stand to 't Lor. With licence of your highness what Can you imagine I should gain by Treason Admit I should be impious as to kill you I am your nearest kinsman and should forfeit Both name and future title to the State By such a hasty bloody disposition The rabble hate me now how shall I then Expect a safety is it reformation Of Florence they accuse me of suggesting I disaffect a Monarchy which how Vain and ridiculous would appear in me Your wisdom judge in you I live and flourish What in your death can I expect to equal The riches I enjoy under your warm'th Should I for the heir and talk of new government And Common-wealth loose all my certainties And you above 'em all whose favours have Fall'n like the Dew upon me have I a soul to think the guilt of such a murder easie Were there no other Torments Or can I Expect the People will reward your Murderer With any thing but Death a Paricide Al. So so the Duke 's already in his circle Lor. But I am tame as if I had no sence Nor other argument to vindicate My Loyalty thus poysoned by a paper In my eternal fame and by a slave Call to my brow some one that dare accuse me Let him have honour great as mine to forfeit Or since your grace hath taken me so near Your own height that may scale may not expect Such a proportioned adversary yet let him Have name within his Country and allow him A Soul ' gainst which I may ingage my more Then equal honor then I 'll praise your justice But let him not be one condemned already A desperate exile is it possible A Treason hatcht in Florence ' gainst the Duke Should have no eyes at home to penetrate The growing danger but at Sienna one Must with a perspective discover all Ask this good Councellor or these Gentlemen Whose faiths are tried whose cares are always waking About your Person how have I appear'd To them that thus I should be rendered hateful To you and my good Country they are vertuous And dare not blemish a white faith accuse My sound heart of dishonor sir you must Pardon my bold defence my vertue bleeds By your much easiness and I am compell'd To break all modest limits and to waken Your memory if it be not too late To say you have one with the story of My fair deservings who sir overthrew With his designs your late ambitious brother Hippolito who like a Meteor threatned A black and fatal omen Du. 'T was Lorenzo Lo Be yet as just and say whose art directed A countermine to check the pregnant hopes Of Salviati who for his Cardinals Cap In Rome was potent and here popular Du. None but Lorenzo Dep. Admirable Traitor Lor. Whose service was commended when the exiles One of whose tribe accuseth me had raised Commotions in our Florence when the hinge Of State did faint under the burthen and The people sweat with their own fears to think The Souldier should inhabit their calm dwellings Who then rose up your safety and crush'd all Their plots to ayre Du. Our dear Cousin Lorenzo Lor. When he that should reward forgets the men That purchas'd his security 't