wherein my soule Is now to quench my feirce flame with my blood And though my blood thus shed would make my fortune More sweet I would conserve it since t is yours Alphonso How comes it that thou hast so strong a hatred For life thou canst not doubt Climenes love The passion of the Duke alarumes thee Too much if thou lou'st much thou art no lesse Belou'd Fabritio A faire appearance oftentimes Beareth false wittnes I assur'd my selfe Too much of her sidelitie and though I could doubt the report my senses made me I have too sure a testimonie of her Perfidiousnes since her owne mouth confirm'd it She entertain'd in amourous discourse My happie Rivall with so passionate An air that I forgate both my respect Vnto the Duke and the care of my life In uttering my despight the Duke possess'd Strongly with love and hate gave expresse order Vnto his Guards to kill me but I knowing That my defence then was unprofitable Vnder a dark porch sought my sanctuarie Whilst an unfortunate stranger walking that way They took to apprehend me in the darke Was suddenlie environ'd with the Guards And peirced through with halbards assoone as Those murtherers were gone to draw my life Out of such hazards and to make this errour More probable I took the bloodie cloaths Of that deplorable body and was readie To leave it mine having cast his into The current of the river when a noyse Of voices crossing my designe I was Constrain'd to leave that body naked and Without life to come speedilie to you And to advertise you of this event Alphonso I feare the issue of this blest succsse Know that the Duke boasts of thy death alreadie He thinkes it just which maketh me to judge That thy preserved life is still in danger If thou desirest to obey thy Father Stay not a minute here but seek thy safety In sudden absence Fabritio But What! must I leave Climene Alphonso She hath left thee her example Shewes thee the way to infidelitie If to betray a person that doth love us Be a base act to love one that betrayes us Is no lesse weaknes Fabritio I am stil a Lovet Though an abused Lover and she hath More beautie then injustice her crime puts No fearful object in her eyes and countenance Although she cease to love she ceaseth not To be belov'd and my heart charm'd by her Deceives it selfe if it thinks to be able To hate her though she hath betrayed it Alphonso I finde that absence is the onelie remedie For this disease t is fitt thy passion yeild To my desires fly through obedience Or through resentment oh assure thy safety By thy remove t is that which Idesire Fabritio And which I feare Alphonso That matters not Fabritio But Sir Alphonso But I command it thee for feare to be Perceiv'd goe forth without attendance and Without noyse unto Carlos house and there Passe the rest of the night to morrow earlie Before the day break take the way to Florence VVhere I have many FrieÌ„ds that will defend thee In the meane time I 'le send thee by a friend A horse and money for thy journey haste Fabritio My Sister Alphonso Add not to my miserie By sad regretts be gone be gone adiew Let me embrace thee I deprive my selfe Of my most deare support but though I lose thee T is with intent to save thee Exit Fabritio SCENA SEPTIMA ALPHONSO ISABELLA Isabella By what crueltie Banish you my deare Brother Alphonso Isabella Thou speakest like a Sister and I act As Father it is farre more pleasing to me To have an absent Sonne then none at all I will deceive the Duke by taking of His unjust pursuit gainst his life when he Shall fully understand his death I will To morrow that my house be all in mourning That this corps be interred for my Sonne And to the end that all Ferrara be Deceived with the Duke I 'le honour it VVith funerall pompe this is a debt we owe. Vnto a blood whose losse hath conserv'd ours Although we had no further use of it Lastly SCENA OCTAVO Fabritio Alphonso Isabella Fabritio S Ir Alphonso VVhat is it that troubles thee Fabritio I met the Duke Sir at our dore he follow'd A torch which might perhaps discover me I heare noise he pursues me oh receive him Alphonso O duty too unjust cruel constraint Goe quicklie with thy Sister Isabella Intothat closet Isabella He goes to Carlos house what shall I doe Fabritio Come along with me what should hinder you Isabella I feare you should be seene and there fore would That the light might be put out in this place Fabritio I contradict not les us enter then SCENA NONA Carlos comming out of the closet Carlos They are both entered I must quickly forth Fortune no longer seemeth to be contrarie To my designes the way is free but what I heare the Fathers voice oh how unhappie Am I SCENA DECIMA The Duke Valerio Alphonso Carlos Guards Duke ALphonso I am not deceiv'd Your sone is Living I have seene him having Vnderstood that Climene in a soowne Fainted being carefull of so faire a life And guided by my love I went unto Her house where happilie I saw your sonne I know that she adores him and dare say That her disease wil Vanish if he Lives Lastly I wish it and am come of purpose To be informed cleerelie of this truth Alphonso shewing the Duke the body which is upon the bed Alphonso SIr you may easilie be cleerd herin Behould my sonne judge if his losse be certaine You fear'd him living doe not feare him dead See his congealed blood fmoaks at your presenâ—â— Duke It is too much I 'm fullie satisfied That he is dead but what did Carlos heere Without light Carlos To secure my Friend I must Feign hand somlie aside Duke He seemes to be astonish'd Carlos Sir t is not without cause that I am so For comming here to understand the newes of my deare Friend Fabritios destinie Assoone as I entered that open chamber His Ghost appear'd before me in a posture So dreadfull that I tremble to thinke on 't He had the figure of a fearefull Fantasme His bosom was opened with a large wound His colour pale and all his bod bloodie He came towards me with a staggering pace And darted forth a look though languishing Yet feirce a bleak and black blood issued Out of his mouth and in his eyes grim death Walked the round Duke I also saw just now Fabritios shape but much lesse horrible Mc thought he was allve Carlos I dare engage My credit that your Highnesse saw his shadow Aswell as I. Duke T is that which doth confound me I still held for a fable what the vulgar Report of vaine ghostes and could not imagine That a spirit once departed from a body Should leave the dead to come among the living Cease to be simple and be visible Having no more a body Notwithstanding This success stattles
have on this occasion discours'd Conrrarie to my sentiment and perhaps I should be so farre from believing me Injur'd thereby that you would have oblig'd me In not obeying me Carlos I 'm rap'd in pleasant wonder if those words Astonish me they charme me more if I Must stay to please you nothing is more easie Then to content you fully in that point Seeing obedience is not pleasing to you I will stay Madame and will not obey Isabella It is too late begone my mind is chang'd Occasion is lost assoone as ' pass'd You would have too much pride and I should have Too little if after such a confession I should detaine you here Carlos This order is Severe and rigourous Isabella But it is just I love not alwaies to be disobey'd Follow Clarina goe and have a care You be not seen O Heaven I heare my Father Clarina Alas we are undone perhaps he doubted Of your intelligence enter forthwith Into this closet SCENA TERTIA. Alphonso Clarina Isabella ALPHONSO Oh Daughter daughter ISABELLA He appeareth furious a side I read my sad misfortune in his eyes ALPHONSO Can I live after such high injuries ISABELLA What is the Matter Sir ALPHONSO How demandest thou Dost thou not plainelie see in the excesse Of my quick griefes that I am burthered with The greatest of misfortunes ISABELLA What miffortune Oh! Father ALPHONSO Isabella Isabella I must no more be called by that name ISABELLA I feign'd in vaine t is best to confesse all ALPHONSO O fatall chang Heaven who could'er have thought it ISABELLA Sir I beseech you heare me ALPHONSO What would'st thou That I should heare I know now but to well What that love costeth me which taketh pleasure In blood and teares and hideth deadlie poisons When it shewes flowers Isabella I confesse Alphonso Oh how often Our expectations are deceiv'd in'wishing Children we wish troubles and punishments Isab If his death Alph. Yes his death is certaine Isabella Suffer That by my teares Alphonso Thou sheddest them in vaine Isabella Father revenge is easie Alphonso But alas What should I enterprise against the Duke Isabella The Duke What say you Alphonso Art thou ignorant That my sonne by his order receiv'd death Isabella I know it not oh miserable destinie Alphonso Valerio from him brought me the sad newes And would enforce me to agree with him That he in killing him did not unjustly Isabella What crueltie is this wa st not ynough Through an unjust and barbarous constraint To forbid you a just revenge but even To complaine of the injurie Alphonso True Daughter To punish yet my sonne after his death They will I understand it and not murmur It seemes they have a minde that I should goe To kisse the hand that murthets me as being Stained and smoaking yet writh my sonnes blood Isabella But Sir consider in this sad conjuncture That my deare Brothers body doth expect Interment Alphonso Yes I have tooke care for that By order from me it is to be brought To this apart ement SCENA QUINTA Licastes Alpbonso Isabella Clarma Licasles THe death Sir of your sonne is but to certaine W 'ave brought his body into the next chāber Some little distance from this place we found it Stript and so much disfigured with wounds That we should not have judg'd it to be his If seeking carefully we had not found His coate not farre of and a little further His hart The thing which troubleth me most In this misfortune is that having made A fruitles search all over for the rest Of his habillements I could not finde Any one of them and can not imagine Who should have tane them thence Alphonso Vnhappie Sonne Of an unfortunate Father Licastes Sir you may From hence see this sad object if you please To cause that curtaine to be drawn aside Alphonso Draw it Licastes let me see my sorrow We would be private everie one retire The curtaine is drawne and he sets upon a bed a murthered body I cannot in this Lamentable object Discerne one seature of my Sonne and scarce Will my confusion give me leave to know Him whom I have begotten lying thus In such a mangled condition Sonne if it may be lawfull in the sad Estate wherein our miseries have put us For me to use that name sometime so sweet I must then say unto thee that this spectacle Makes me to feel thy wounds more sensibly Then thou thy selfe didst when thou didst receive them Thy miserable destinie and mine Differs not much the blood which thou shed'st is The purest in my veines the arme whose rigour Hasted thy death gave not the fatall stroak Through thy heart but it entered in my bowells And if we differ any thing in such A miserable fortune t is in this That I still feel the pressing evills which thou Sufferest no more Sources of my afflictions Deepe wounds which appeare now but bloody mouths Whose silent accents seeme here to folissit My arme to a reveng know that a subject Houlds not his Soveraignes fate betwene his hāds In vaine ye aske reveng ' gainst such a blood Alas here I can offer you no other But what my heart makes to flow from mine eyes Isabella The crueltie o' th' Duke Sir should be punish'd Alphonso He is my Prince although in my concernement A tyrant subjects destinies depend Vpon their Soveraignes a crime becomes Iust in their hands and if at any time Those earthlie Gods ought to be punished ' It must be by a thunder bolt from Heaven In this case I should make but vaine attempts If the Duke dye shall my Sonne live againe But what chance brings Clarina here in such Distracted haste SCENA QUINTA Clarina Alphonso Isabella Clarina Oh Signeur oh Madame Alphonso VVhat ayles thee art thou mad Clarina Oh I have seene Alphonso What hast thou seene that troubleth thee so much Clarina I have seene I have seene Alphonso VVhat hast thou seene Speake I conjure thee Clarina Since then I must speake it I 've seene a dead man walke Alphonso Th' ast lost thy reason Clarina Nothing 's more true that fearefull Fantasme followes My steps I heare him he pursues me save me Isabella It is my Brother Alphonso Straung It is my Sonne SCENA SEXTA Alphonso Fabritio Isabella Alphonso Sonne is my soule sure or am I deceiv'd Is this but an illusion which I see But a vaine object formed by my fancy If so finish my life heere with my errour Mayst thou yet be i' th' number of the living Fabritio i st thy body that I see Or i st thy shadow comest thou to fill me With joy or with affright come satisfie me Let me embrace thee Fabritio I see the light Sir and I finde here charms Since you esteeme my life at such a rate As to lament it lost not but as injur'd By love and fortune they should not doe to me A favour to deprive me of the light But though they should oblige me very much In the condition
should sease him so neere marriage But why dispute I in such great misfortunes I 'le suffer my sad sighes forbid my teares And to enuenome my affliction I 'le cease complaint nourish my sorrow and By prudent cares for feare to weaken it I 'le strengthen it within I le signalize My griefes by silence better then by speech When one hath lost all who complaines receaves A kinde of comfort therefore I 'le forbeare Yes my deare Lover to deplore thy death In stronger termes then plaints and exclamations But what I heare a fearfull noyse beneath me a noise under the Stage It seemeth that to joyne me to Fabritio A sudden thunder doth prepare itselfe To come forth from the center of the earth The noyse redoubleth and renued stroaks Makes me believe that underneath my feet They dig graves I perceive the flowers to fall The plants to be unrooted the most setled And firmest oakes to tremble it is time To fly hence but I cannot feare forbids me Heaven the disorder growes and the earth cleaves Fabritio comes forth thence my strengh failes here And I am almost dead with feare and weaknes SCENA QVARTA FABRITIO CLIMENE Fabritio comming out the Mine Fabritio THanks unto Carlos and in spight of destinie I hope to see Climene in this garden But to conceale the meanes on 't I must cover Most carefullie the opening of the Mine Those stones and those greene boughs will make the hole Invisible I need but seek the ingratefull Before I vent my anger Iâ—le reproach her With my pass'd services with her inconstancie And her false oaths for feare my death should give her Some satisfaction and to th' end t' afflict her I will appeare unto her and protest That I will live yet to abhorre her yonder I see that faire Inconstant but alas I see her pale cold and in dying posture At this sad object which confoundeth me A tender pittie doth succeed my passion And if this pittie caus'd by her misfortune Is not yet love t is something sure that 's neere it Climene thou faire object of the flame which riseth up againe when almost dead Cast yet a languishing look upon Fabritio For all thy anger and inconstancie I never sought any reveng gainst thee Returne and if thou wilt not that I live At least with one sweet look honour my death I heare some comming I must hide my selfe If I should goe into the Mine againe There 's danger I might be surpris'd SCENA QUINTA The Duke Climene Duke I have heard stroaks which troubled me much The noise came from this side let us advaunce I see Climene who fleepes but alas Vnparalel'd misfortune she is dead And underneath a thick vaile her faire eyes Are shut up never to be opened Tyrannick destinie by what law is it That such a rare and exquisite beautie hath So tragicall a fate and that the Star Of my nativitie which hath produc'd My sires sindes in its morne eternall night But I am in an errout Master peece Of all perfection fate is innocent And I alone am guiltie t is this arme This batharous arme that hath tane hence my Mistresse In murthering my Rivall Climene Oh alas Duke She breathes she breaths and openeth her eyes Love be propitious to me Climene Is it thee My deare Fabritio Fantasme of my sonle Sweet Shadow of my Lover what wilt thou Duke Her griefe distracts her judgment Climene Commest thou to reproach me suddenlie That thou hadst lived if thou had'st not seene me And that the fire sometime so faire which kindled Our hearts with mutuall love serv'd but to light thee To descend to the grave Duke You are mistaken Adoreable Climene Climene Tell me then The cause that brings thee Com'st thou to solissit My heart and arme a while yet to deferre My death unto the end to revenge thine Wil thou that this haÌ„d plung'd in the Dukes blood Make my destruction just and thine reveng'd Speak speak he shall not long be in condition To triumph in thy death in the midst of His Court and in the eyes of all Ferrara I 'le peirce the bosom of that barbarous Prince Duke My heart feares but the stroales of your faire eyes Know me and recollect your wandering senses The excesse of your sorrow wrongs you much Climene Whom doe I see Duke A Prince that loveth you Climene What fatall accident what cruell destinie Presenteth me in stead of my Lover His murtherer Sir you must pardon me This langvage as a person highly injur'd I can no mor respect you is it possible You are not fullie satisfied yet In barbarouslie depriving me of him I lov'd more then my selfe but you must come To robb me of his Shadow Duke This vaine shadow You speake of is but an illusion Form'd by your feare and your affliction And when I 've dissipated from your fancie This fatall image you will finde that I Have more advauntaged then injur'd you For dead Fabritio please you to remember That t was your interest made me punish him The insolent discourse which he held forth Carried me justlie to that violence If I had spar'd him I had injur'd you And if I had done lesse I had lesse lou'd Climene Brahis accompt then I 'm indebted to you For giving me the greatest of misfortunes In killing even before mine eyes the object Which I adore without whom the faire light Is odious to me you are much deceav'd In your pretentions you have gained nothing In ruining a Rivall and the art Whicch you use to asperse his reputation Can't hinder him to live with in my soule Though this death which I feel livelie with in me Had not express'd so much hate and contempt As you shew love and tendernes I should Have loved him so much as I hate you Duke I condemne not your just transports but beare them He was your Lover though he was my Rivall And I repent my rage in that I wrong'd Your charming Image printed in his soule I know that Rivall which was odious to me Pleased your faire eyes more then I his merit Was that which onelie rendered him guiltie I hated him for being too amiable But in that hate I fully did expresse My love to you in offering you a heart And with that heart a crowne But I offend you Your looks speak your disdaine not to provoke you I leave you and hope yet that you will one day Have lesse aversion for me Climene Time can never Cure my disease death onelie is its terme SCENA SEXTA Jacinta Fabritio Climene Fabritio I will approach I see the Duke retire My trouble is pass'd and Climene lives But heaven who cometh here againe to crosse me Iacinta to Climene Iacinta The Funerall is comming Climene What Fabritio's Fabritio It is Iacinta I need not for her Keep a loofe of aside Iacinta Yes Madame you may see The coffin which encloseth your dead Lover From your Balcony at this very instant His Father who intends to
celebrate His mourning honoureth Fabritios death With funerall pompe and whilst they carrie him Vnto the Temple you may if you please See that unfortunate body passe Climene I will so It is my last desire Fabritio discovering himselfe Fabritio Enjoy it Madame Behould heere the unfortunate Fabritio Iacinta Heaven where shall I fly safely from this Fantasme I dare not stay Iacinta flyes away Climene What! will Iacinta leave me Iacinta I have no other Mistresse now but feare Fabritin houlding Climene Fabritio False and ingratefull Beautie doe you fly me This makes your lightnes To appeare too much If any justice yet raignes in your soule After you have betray'd me give me leave To complaine my misfortune Climene I betray you What doe I heare Heavens how astonish'd am I At this so strang event if I may heere Believe mine eyes it is the living portrait Of my Fabritio but if I believe His voice it is but a deceitfull Fantasme Of such a sa'tfull Lover Fabritio I am that verie Lover who against Your will could not in losing all his hope Lose his life too â— yes I live yet Ingratefull And feare I live for you still in despight Of my just anger I know not what power Opposeth it in steed of murmurring I sigh and all the heat that rests with me Resembles anger lesse then love Climene Now I Begin againe to know Fabritio His heart in spight of him doth secretlie Render me justice and when the false mouth Condemnes me it seemes resolute in thought That I am faithfull Fabritio Faithfull oh it is Vnto the Duke that this speech is address'd He onelie is to hope for all your love Climen Canst thou impute those base thoughts unto me Fabritio They are truths if I may believe your oathes I should doubt yet of this extreem misfortune If I had understood it from the mouth Of any other but your selfe Climene An evill When it is knowne is easie to be cur'd I know thy errour cease to be abusâ—d If the last fatall evening I express'd Find words unto the Duke I did believe That I discours'd to thee and so upon That faith all that I said to him was wholie Intended unto theeâ— thy onelie Image Which can possesse my heart my memorie And all my senses with so much renowne Was onelie guiltie in that fatall moment If but a little blindnes may be said To be a crime in Love Fabritio Vnto a Lover Whose soule resignes it selfe unto suspitions Any excuse is good ynough and passeth A lye that pleaseth deceives pleasantlie And everie thing is easilie believ'd Which is desir'd though all thy reasons were As false as faire so sweet it would be to me To see my scares to end and in my fancie To flatter the affliction which thou Might'st cause me that thou wouldst oblige me stronglie To make 〈◊〉 yeild to be abus'd Climene Let thy heart be Free from those Low suspitions if thou wilt Absent thee I am readie heere to follow thee I 'le manesest unto thee everie where The clecrenes of my faith be it to live Or dye with thee let Heaven blesse or deceive Our expectations I 'le live satisfied Or dye content Fabritio What owe I Climene Thou ow'st nothing Nothing of thanks in following thy desires I follow my owne sentiments but how Wer 't thou secur'd Fabritio Fortune did favour me A straunger passing that night perished Instead of me and this Mine gives me meanes From Carlos house to enter into thine Climene Thou mayst a while heere entertaine thy thoughts In the meane I 'le goe to fetch my lewells Passe underneath this arbor I believe I heare a noyse assoone as it is night I 'le come to thee againe SCENA SEPTIMA Jacinta Fabritio Fabritio IF I am not deceiv'd heere comes Iacinta Climene trusts her with her neerest secrets Fortune it seemes to day in overie point Will be sweet to me if I can oblige her To goe away with us Iacinta Scarce freed yet From my first feare I tremblinglie returne Vnto Climenes house Fabritio Was murthered through my meanes and without doubt He cometh to revenge himselfe upon me From th' other world my ruine were inevitable If I should meet that fearefull Ghost againe Fabritio Stay Iacinta T is the Spirit good God I dye with feare Oh Genrle Fantasme have compassion of me I doe confesse my fault and promise faithfullie N'er to betray you nor my Mistresse more Fabritio Strang but I must know more Disguise me nothing If thou dost Iacinta Touch me not then I beseech you And I will tell you all t is true I alwaies Indeavoured to hurt you that I studyed To serve the Duke in his amours against you And that indead I was cause of your death Fabritio Pernstious spirit Iacinta Enter not into furie This is not all yet lend your eare I pray you I had forgot to tell you that the Duke By my advise this day hath six'd upon Climenes rape and that this verie evening He will attempt this unjust enterprise Fabritio Horrid persidiousnes Iacinta I have tould all my faults now may it please you That I leave you in peace for know that nothing Is so unpleasant to me as discourse With people of another World If you Were not dead you would be so good unto me To grant me pardon upon my repentance Fabritio It would not suite well with a generous spirit To punish a weake woman Goe Iacinta Monsieur Fantasme God will receive your soule Exit Iacinta Fabritio The Duke this night Intends it seemes to take away Climene Heaven must my hope be yet againe destroy'd But my heart leaves it selfe to be assaulted With a vaine seare seeing I am belov'd What should I doubt nothing is strong ynough To disunite two hearts which love hath joyn'd This God doth miracles for those that be His saithfull Votaries and such are we The End of the third Act. ACTVS QVARTVS SCENA PRIMA Fabritio alone BEhould the hower wherein I hope to see The Beautie which my soule loves and adores The Snnne alreadie having run his course Darteth no more heere but a feeble light With his last rayes he now adornes the West He setts with glorie shines when he is lost And the fair remnants of his dying brightnes Maketh his fall and losse illustrious Pardon thou glorious Stat whose splendour hurts me If my hope comes when thy light vanisheth Ingenious Love to hurt me more assembles That masse of Instre which so charmeth me In faire Climenes eyes and presentlie Her looks wil give me brightnes which surpasseth That which thou takest from me But she stayes Heaven she neglects me she appeareth not The Moone is well advaunc'd and all my hope Dyes with the day this long delay denotes A'fault of love I heare one walk and if My eyes are faithfull witnesses I see This miracle of Faire ones come at last SCENA SECUNDA Climene Fabritio Climene FAbritie Fabritio Heere faire subject of my flame Here 's he who is
nothing And that bove all things it is daungerous To be competitor with his Prince and Rivall Vnto his Master But what◠heare I not Some person walke at if he would come to me SCENA QUINTA The Duke Fabritio The Duke alone Duke I 've passed through a streight way now I enter Into a greater yet am still in doubt My hope 's confounded and my spirits dark Which should light me in these obscurities Am I'mongst mortalls am I in some cave Am I upon the earth or in is center Murthered Fabritio offereth himselfe To my remembrance would Heaven punish me For his unjust death but I heare a noyse Who 's there Fabritio Fabritio Duke Fabritio Appeares his Fantasme heere then for my punishment And am I sunk downe into Hell alive To suffer for the evills I 've made him suffer Fabritio I heare the Dukes voice which I know full well Is it you then Sir Duke Duke Th' art not deceiv'd I am the authour of thy death I will not Say any thing unto thee for to save My life thou canst without crime take it frō him Who hath tane thine from thee all the feare which Resteth unto me in this sad misfortune Proceedeth from my crime not from my death And if now any griefe oppresseth me T is not to dye but to dye culpable Fabritio aside Fabritio He thinks me still dead I will profit by This errour aside Duke you have just cause to feare My furie your fate now is in my power Nothing can stop the course of my revenge I can now sacrifice your blood to mine But Sit you are my Prince and I le not doe it Injustice I abhorre and notwithstanding My anger I would rather suffer it Then execute it Duke The mote thy respect Appeares for me the more unjust's thy death And the more black my crime by this my fault Becomes doubly condemnable the lesse Sevete thou art in punishing me the more I 'm worthy punishment But if thy shadow Pretendeth to respect me what obligeth thee To persecute me thus in everie place How comes it that thou dost conferre upon me Imperfect favouts why dost thou pursue me What i st thou dost desire Fabritio Since you ordaine it I 'le speake it then know Sir that this your trouble Shall never see an end before you cease To love Climene Duke Cease to love Climene Oh! that 's too much presumption I may cease To live but not to love her to obtaine Thy wishes thou shouldst ask a possible thing But I should have abus'd thee if I had Flattered thy hope that I would cease to love That charming Beautie Fabritio To love in this manner Is to love like a tyrant Duke Well I know That I love like a tyrant but no matter Know also that Love who gives Law to me Is yet a blinder tyrant farre then I To force me to love this ingratefull Mistresse He hath to much strength and I soo much weaknes Onelie the hope that I can give thee is Never to see her more yet still to love her Fabritio He that can lose the object can lose also The flame the heart houlds not what the eye is Depriv'd of Love from our will hath his power To cease to love there needs but the desire To put out all your flames quench all your hope And yeild Climene to my constancie Duke But if I should doe so what 's thy designe Fabritio To marrie her Duke To marrie her what art thou Not dead then Fabritio What have I said Duke Thou shouldst be O' th' number of the living for this works Who cherisheth a body must not be A shadow Speak and believe that thy death Hath cost me teares Fabritio He feigneth for to knowe me And to destroy me afterward aside Duke He answeareth not a word Le ts seek about But least he should goe forth 't is requisite To keepe this porte to know too where I am T is best to make a noyse hola who 's there Some one come to me Fabritio Heaven whereto am I Reduc'd but let me ere they bring a light Advaunce to wards the wall and hide my selfe Behind it Duke I 'le be cleered in this doubt Heere comes a light SCENA SEXTA The Duke Carlos Alphonso Valerio Climene Isabella Guards Climene DOe we not see the Duke Duke See I againe my Mistresse Valerio Oh! we sought Your Highnesse everie where Duke Is this enchantment Where am I Carlos In my house Duke But where is he Alphonso Who Sir Duke Your Sonne Alphonso My Sonne Your Highnes is abus'd Duke I 've speaken with him Vse no deceit towards me Alphonso Those are visions Duke They are truths but he can't come forth seek carefully On everie side Alphonso speaking to Carlos Oh Carlos how I feare Carlos addressing himselfe to Alphonso Carlos I say be not afraid Valerio Sir I 've seene nothing Duke Heaven what new prodegie is this Iudge all If I have reason to believe my selfe Enchanted I went forth the garden thinking To see before mine eyes Fabritios Ghost When suddenlie I fell into a precipice And passing through places which I know not Arriv'd heere where to encrease the horrour Of my sad soule his shadow once againe Appear'd before me spake long time unto me And us'd persuasions to make me cease To love Climene and to yeild her to him This discourse gave me much incertaintie Of his condition I doubted if He was dead but surprised and amaz'd By this successe I need no more to doubt it Would that it plased Heaven he were alive I should be free then of that sad remorse Which wounds my conscience I would doe him justice And banishing my fires would satisfie My selfe in rendering him happy Alphonso Sir It is an easie generosity To lament an oppressed enemie That is no longer to be fear'd you think My sonne dead and on that accompt bewaile him But if he were alive indead you would Be lesse humane Duke I would not break my word By Heaven by faire Climene by all nature I sweare to you Alphonso that if now Fabritio yet alive should by a miracle Appeare before mine eyes so farre would I Be from opposing still his just desires That I would willing lie resigne unto him That Beautie so belou'd and Cherished SCENA SEPTIMA Fabritio The Duke Alphonso Carlos Climeno Isabella Valorio Guards Fabritio comming forth from behind the false wall Fabritio Behould me living then most generous Prince Feep your word and your oath and make me happie Duke Is this a Fantasme Heaven Alphonso Shake of your feare It is Fabritio living and his death Is but a feigned thing Fabritio Sir at your feete I humbly doe expect the blest effect Of what you promised Duke I 'le keepe my word Climene's yours Alphonso Sir favour my poore familie In everie point givs Carlos too in marriage Vnto my daughter and approve with me Their innocent desires Carlos I humble crave That favour from your Highnesse Duke I consent to 't Carlos enjoy your wish although I am Deceived by your artifice but losing My Mistresse I lose my injustice too In not betraying me you did betray My glorie who commands ill should be ill Obey'd ' unjust designes may justly be Destroy'd Come follow me and whilst your joyes Are making readie rell me by what Art The Amourous Fantasme plaid his subtle part The End of the fifth and last Act. EPILOGUE to the Court. LEt me Star gaze a while and calculate Those Heavens to know our fortune or our fate Before I dare to speak I cannot see One cloud appeare that should discourage me T is a good omen Faire Queen of this night Not Cynthia but a Goddesse far more bright To you I kneel From him whose glory is To offer you a pleasing Sacrifice I meane th' ambitious Poet I am come Humbly to begg a favourable doome Vpon his Fantasme who although he be At the full point of his felicity A perfect body now yet if you frowne Vpon his action and so cry him downe No more a feigned Fantasme to be made He dyes indead and flyes into a shade FINIS