strikes a great man let him srtike home or elseware hee 'le proue no man shoulder not a huge fellow vnlesse you may be sure to lay him in the kennell Men A most sound braine-pan I le make you both Emperours Mal Make vs christians maâ—e vs christians Men I le hoist ye ye shall mount Mal To the gallowes say ye Come Praemium incertum petit certum scelus How standes the Progâ—esse Men. Heere take my ring vnto the Citadell Haue entrance to Maria the graue Dutches Of banisht Altofront Tell her we loue her Omit no circumstance to grace our person doo 't Mal. I le make an excellent pander Duke farewell due adue Duke Exit Maleuole Men. Take Maquarelle with thee for t' is found None cuttes a diamon but a diamond Hermite thou art a man for me my confessor O thou selected spirit borne for my good Sure thou wouldst make an excelleÌ„t Elder in a deformed church Come we must be inward thou and I all one Pie I am glad I was oâ—dained for yee Men. Go to then thou must know that Maleuole is a strange villaine dangerous very dangerous you see how broad a speakes a grosse jawde rogue I would haue thee poison him heeâ—s like a corne vpon my great toe I cannot go for him he must be kored out he must wilt doo 't ha Pie Any thing any thing Men. Heart of my life thus then to the Citadell Thou shalt consort with this Malâ—uole There being at supper poison him It shall be lâ—id vpon Maria who yeelds loue or dies Skâ—d quicke like lightning Pie Good deedes crawle but mischiefe flies Enter Maleuole Exit Pietro Mal. Your diuelships â—ing haz no vertue the buffe-captaine the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries stand out must haue a stiffer warrant or no passe into the Castle of Comfort Men Command our suddaine Letter not enter shat what place is there in Genoa but thou shalt into my heart into my very heart come le ts loue we must loue we two soâ—le and body Mal. How didst like the Hermite a strange Hermite sirrah Men. A dangerous fellow very perilcus he must die Mal. I he must die Men. Thoust kil ' him we are wise we must be wise Mal. And prouident Men. Yea pâ—ouident beware an hypocrite A Church man once corrupted oh auoide shootes vnder his belly A fellow that makes Religion his stawking horse He breedes a plague thou shalt poison him Mal. Ho tâ—is wondrous necessary how Men. You both go ioyntly to the Citadell There sup there poision him and Maria Because shee is our opposite shall beare The sad suspect on which she dies or loues vs. Mal I runne Exit Maleuole Men. We that are great our sole selfe good still moues vs. They shall die both for their deserts craues more Than we can recompence their presence still Imbraides our fortunes with beholdingnesse Which weabhorre like deede not doer then conclude They liue not to cry out ingratitude One sticke burnes tother steele cuts steele alone T' is good trust few but O t' is best trust none Exit Mendoza SCENA QVARTA Enter Maleuole and Pietro still disguised at seuerall doores Mal How do you how doost Duke Piet O let the last day fall drop drop on our cursed heads Let heauen vnclaâ—pe it selfe vomit forth flames Mal O do noâ— rand do not turne plaier there 's more of them than can well liue one by another alreadie Whâ—t art an infidell still Pie I am amazde strucke in a swowne with wonder I am commanded to poison thee Mal I am commanded to poison thee at supper Pie At supper Mal. In the Citadell Piet. In the Citadell Mal. Crosse capers trickes truth a heauen hee would discharge vs as boyes do elderne gunnes one pellet to stricke out another of what faith art now Pietro All is damnation wickednes extreame there is no faith in man Men. In none but vsurers and brokers they deceiue no man men take vm for blood-suckers and so they are now God deliuer me from my friends Piet. Thy friends Maleu. Yes from my friends for from mine enemies I le deliuer my selfe O cutte-throate friendship is the ranckest vilanie Marke this Mendoza marke him for a villaine but heauen will send a plague vpon him for a rogue Pietro O world Mal. World T is the only region of death the greatest shop of the Diuell the cruelst prison of men out of the which none passe without paying their dearest breath for a fee there 's nothing perfect in it but extreame extreame calamitie such as comes yonder SCENA QVINTA Enter Aurelia two Holberts before and twoo after supported by Celso and Ferrard Aurelia in base mourning attire Aur. To banishment ledde on to banishment Pietro Lady the blessednesse of repentance to you Aur. Why why I can desire nothing but death nor deserue any thing but hell If heauen should giue sufficiencie of grace To cleere my soule it would make heauen gracelesse My sinnes would make the stocke of mercie poore O they would tire heauens goodnes to reclaimâ— theme Iudgement is iust yet from that vast villane But sure he shall not misse sad punishment Fore he shall rule On to my cell of shame Pietro My cell t is Lady where insteede of maskes Musicke tilts tournies and such court like shewes The hollow murmure of the checklesse windes Shall groane againe whilst the vnquiet sea Shakes the whole rocke with foamy battery There Vsherlesse the ayre comes in and out The rheumy vault will force your eyes to weepe Whilst you behold true desolation A rocky barrennesse shall pierce your eyes Where all at once one reaches where he stands With browes the roofe both walles with both his handes Aurelia It is too good blessed spirite of my Lord O in what orbe so ere thy soule is throand Beholde me worthily most miserable O let the anguish of my contrite spirite Intreate some reconciliation If not ô ioy triumph in my iust griefe Death is the end of woes and teares reliefe Pietro Belike your Lord not lou'd you was vnkinde Aurelia O heauen As the soule lou'd the body so lou'd he T was death to him to part my presence Heauen to see me pleased Yet I like to a wretch giuen or'e to hell Brake all the sacred rites of marriage To clippe a base vngentle faithlesse villaine O God a very Pagan reprobate What should I say vngratefull throwes me out For whom I lost soule body fame and honor But t is most fit why should a better fate Attend on any who forsake chaste sheetes Fly the embrace of a deuoted heart Ioynd by a solemne vow fore God and man To taste the brackish bloud of beastly lust In an adulterous touch ô rauenous immodesty Insatiate impudence of appetite Looke heere 's your end for marke what sap in dust What sinne in good euen so much louâ— in lust Ioy to thy ghost sweete Lord pardon to me Celso T is the dukes pleasure this night you rest in court Aur
and the flesh to them a wood-cocke Exit Bili. A bitter fowle Come Madam this night thou shalt inioy me freely and to morrow for Florence Pas. What a naturall foole is hee that would be a paire of bodies to a womans petti-cote to bee trusst and pointed to them Well I le dog my Lord and the word is proper for when I fawne vpon him hee feedes me when I snap him by the fingers hee spittes in my mouth If a dogges death were not strangling I had rather bee one then a feruing-man for the corruption of coine is either the generation of a vsurer or a lowsie beggar SCENA SECVNDA Enter Maleuole in some freeze gowne whilst Bilioso reades his Patent Mal. I cannot sleepe my eyes ill neighbouring lids Will holde no fellowship O thou pale sober night Thou that in sluggish fumes all sence doost sleepe Thou that giues all the world full leaue to play Vnbendst the feebled veines of sweatie lâ—bour The gally-slaue that all the toâ—lesome day Tugges at his oare against the stubburne waâ—e Straining his rugged veines sâ—ores fast The stooping sithe-man that doth barbe the field Thou makest winke sure in night all creatures sleepe Onely the Malecontent that gainst his fate Repines and quarrells alas hee 's goodman tell-clocke His sallow iaw-bones sinke with wasting mone Whilst others beds are downe his pillowes stone Bili Maleuole Mal Elder of Israell thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance when did thy wife let thee lie with her Bili I am going Ambassadour to Florence Mal Ambassadour now for thy countries honour prethee do not put vp mutton porridge in thy cloke-bagge thy yong Lady wife goes to Florence with thee too dooes she not Bili No I leaue her at the pallace Mal. At the pallace now discretion sheelde man for Gods loue le ts ha no more cuckolds Hymen beginnes to put off his saffron robe keepe thy wife i' the state of grace hart a truth I would sooner leaue my Ladie singled in a Bordello then in the Genoa Pallace sinne there appearing in her â—luttish shape Would soone grow loathsome euen to blushessence Surfet would cloke intemperate appetite Make the soule scent the rotten breath of lust When in an Italian lasciuious pallace a Lady gardianlesse Left to the push of all allurement The strongest incitements to immodestie To haue her bound incensed with wantor sweetes Her veines fild hie with heating delicates Soft rest sweete musicke amorous Masquerers lasciuious banquets sinne it selfe gilt o're strong phantafie tricking vp strange delightes presenting it dressed pleasingly to sence sence leading it vnto the soule confirmed with potent example impudent custome inticed by that great bawde Opportunitie thus being preparde clap to her easie eare youth in good clothes well shapt rich faire-spoken promising-noble ardent blood-full wittie flattering Vâ—isses absent O Ithacan chastest Penelope hold out Bil Masse I le thinke on 't farewell Exit Bilioso Mal Farewell take thy wife with thee farewell To Florence vm it may prooue good it may And we may once vnmaske our browes SCENA TERTIA. Enter Count Celzo Cel My honourde Lord. Mal Celso peace how i st speake low pale feares suspect that hedges walles and trees haue eares speake how runnes all Cel. I faith my Lord that beast with many heads The staggering multitude recoiles apace Though thorow great mens enuie most mens malice Their much intemperate heate hath banisht you Yet now they finde enuie and mallice neere Produce faint reformation The Duke the too soft Duke lies as a blocke For which two tugging factions seeme to sawe But stilâ— the yron through the ribbes they draw Mal I tell thee Celzo I haue euer found Thy breast most farre from shifting cowardice And fearefull basenesse therefore I le tell thee Celzo I finde the winde beginnes to come about I le shift my suite of fortune I know the Florentine whose onely force By marrying his prowde daughter to this Prince Both banisht me and made this weake Lord Duke Will now forsake them all be sure hee will I le lie in ambush for conueniencie Vpon their seuerance to confirme my selfe Cel Is Ferneze interred Mal Of that at leisure he liues Cel But how standes Mendoza how i st with him Mal Faith like a paire of snuffers snibbes filth in other men and retaines it in it selfe Cel He doo's flie from publike notice me thinkes as a hare do's from houndes the feete whereon he flies betraies him Mal I can tracke him Celso O my disguise fooles him most powerfully For that I seeme a desperate Malecontent He faine would claspe with me he is the true slaue That will put on the most affected grace For some vilde second cause Enter Mendoza Celso Hee 's heere Mal. Giue place Illo ho ho ho arte there olde true penny Exit Celso Where hast thou spent thy selfe this morning I see flattery in thine eies and damnation in thy soule Ha thou huge rascall Men. Thou art very merry Mal. As a scholler futuens gratis How dooth the diuell goe with thee now Men. Maleuole thou art an arrant knaue Mal Who I I haue beene a Sergeant man Men. Thou art very poore Mal As Iob an Alcumist or a Poet. Men The Duke hates thee Mal As Irishmen doe bum-crackes Men Thou hast lost his amitie Mal As pleasing as maids loose their virginitie Me Would thou wert of a lusty spirit wold thou wert noble Mal Why sure my bloud giues me I am noble sure I am of noble kinde for I finde my selfe possessed with all their qualities loue Dogs Dice and Drabs scorne witte in stuffe clothes haue â—eat my Shoomaker knockt my Semsters cuckold my Potecary and vndone my Tayler Noble why not since the Stoâ—cke saide Neminem seruum non ex regibus neminem regem non ex seruis esse â—riâ—ndum only busie fortune towses and the prouident chances blends them together I le giue you a similâ—â— Did you ere see a wel with two buckets whilst one comes vp ful to be emptied another goes downe empty to be filled such is the state of all humanitie why looke you I may be the son of some Duke for beleeue me intemperate lasciuious bastardy makes Nobilâ—tie doubtfull I haue a lusty daring heart Mendoza Mendo Let 's graspe I doe like thee infinitely wilt inact one thing for me Mal Shall I get by it Giues him his purse Commaund me I am thy slaue beyond death and hell Men Murther the Duke Mal My hearts wish my soules desire my fantasies dreame My blouds longing the onely height of my hopes how O God how ô how my vnited spirites throng together So strengthen my resolue Mendoza The Duke is now a hunting Mal. Excellent admirable as the diuell would haue it lend me lend me Rapier Pistoll Crossebow so so I le doe it Men. Then we agree Mal. As Lent fishmongers come a cape a pe how in form Men. Know that this weake braind duke who
i th Court. Mal I saue i th Court and how do's my olde muckhill ouerspread with fresh snow thou halfe a man halfe a goate al a beast how do's thy yong wife old huddle Biliâ— Out you improuident rascall Mal Doe kicke thou hugely hornd old Dukes Oxe good Master make-pleece Piet How doost thou liue now a daies Maleuolâ— Mal Why like the Knight S. Patrik Penlolians with killing a spiders for my Ladies Munkey Pie How doost spend the night I heare thou neuer sleep'st Mal O no but dreame the most fantasticall O heauen O fubbery fubbery Piet Dreame what dreamst Mal Why me thinkes I see that Signior pawn his foot-cloth that Metreza her Plate this madam takes phisicke that tother Meâ—â—siâ—ur may minister to her here is a Pander jeweld there is a fellow in shift of Satten this day that could not shift a shirt tother night heere a Paris supports that Hellen there 's a Lady Guineuer beares vp that sir Lancelâ—t Dreames dreames visions fantasies Chimeraes imaginations trickes conceits Sir Tristram Trimtram come a loft Iaâ—ke a napes with a whim wham heere 's a Knight of the land of Catitâ— shall play at trap with any page in Europe Do the sword-dance with any Morris dancer in Christendome ride at the Ring till the â—inne of his eyes looke as blew as the welkin and runne the wilde-goose chase â—uen with Pompey the huge Pie You runne Mal To the divell now Signor Guerchinâ— that thou from a most pittied prisoner shouldst grow a most loathd flatterer Alas poore Celso thy starr's opprest thou art an honest Lord t is pity Equa I st pitty Mal I marry i st philosophical Equato t' is pitty that thou being so excellent a scholler by art shouldst be so ridiculous a foole by nature I have a thing to tell you Duke biâ— vâ— auaunt bid vm auaunt Pietro Leaue vs leaue vs now sir what i st Exeunt all sauing Pietro and Maleuole Mal Duke thou art a Beco a Cornutâ— Piet How Mal Thou art a Cuckold Piet Speake vnshale him quicke Mal With most tumbler-like nimblenes Piet Who by whom I burst with desire Mal Mendoza is the man makes thee a hornd beastâ— Duke t' is Mendoza cornutes thee Piet What conformance relate short short Mal As a Lawyers beard There is an old Crone in the Court her name is Maquerelle She is my mistris sooth to say and she doth euer tell me Blirt a rime blirt a rime Maquerelle is a cunning bawde I am an honest villaine thy wife is a close drab and thou at 〈…〉 cuckold farewell Duke Piet Stay stay Mal Dull dull Duke can lazy patience make lame reuengâ— O God for a woman to make a man that which God neuer created neuer made Piet What did God never make Mal A cuckold To bee made a thing that 's hud-winkâ— with kindenesse whilst every rascall philips his browes to have a coxcombe with egregious hornes pind to a Lords backe euery page sporting himselfe with delightfull laughter whilst hee must be the last must know it Pistols and Poniards Pistols and Poniards Piet Death and damnation Mal Lightning and thunder Piet Vengeance and torture Mal Catzâ— Piet O revenge Mal Nay to select among ten thousand faires A Lady farre inferior to the most In faire proportion both of limbe and soule To take her from austerer check of parents To make her his by most deuoutfull rightes Make her commandresse of a better essence Then is the gorgious world even of a man To hug her with as rais'd an appetite As vsurers do their delv'd vp treasury Thinking none tells it but his private selfe To meete her spirit in a nimble kisse Distilling panting ardor to her hart True to her sheetes nay diets strong his blood To giue her height of Hymeneall sweetes Pie O God! Mal Whilst she lispes gives him some court quelquâ—â—hose Made onely to provoke not satiate And yet euen then the thaw of her delight Flowes from lewde heate of apprehension Onely from strange imaginations rankenes That formes the adulterers preâ—ence in her soule And makes her thinke she clips the â—oule knaâ—es loines Piet Affliction to my bloods roote Mal Nay thinke but thinke what may proceede of this Adultery is often the mother of iâ—cest Piet Incest Mal Yes incest marke Mendozâ— of his wife begets perchance a daughter Mendoâ—â— dieâ— His son marries this daughter Say you Nay t is frequent not onely probable but no question often acted whilst ignorance fearelesse ignorance claspes his owne seede Piet Hydeous imagination Mal Adultery why next to the sinne of Symony t' is the most horride transgression vnder the cope of saluation Piet Next to Simony Mal I next to Symony in which our men in next age shall not sinne Piet Not sinne Why Mal Because thankes to some church-men our age will leaue them nothing to sinne with But adultery O dulnes shue should exemplary punishment that intemperate bloods may freeze but to thinke it I would dam him and all his generation my owne hands should do it ha I would not trust heauen with my vengeance any thing Piet Any thing any thing Maleâ—ele thou shalt see instantly what temper my spirit holdes farewell remember I forget thee not farewell Exit Pietro Mal Farewell Leane thoughtfulnes a sallow meditation Sucke thy veines drie distemperance rob thy sleepe The hearts disquiet is revenge most deepe He that gets blood the life of flesh but spilles But he that breakes hearts peace the deare soule kills Well this disguise doth yet afford me that Which kings do seldome heare or great men vse Free speach and though my stat 's vsurpt Yet this affected straine giues me a tongue As fetterlesse as is an Emperours I may speake foolishly I knauishly Alwaies carelesly yet no one thinkes it fashion To poize my breath for he that laughs and strikes Is lightly felt or seldome strucke againe Duke I le torment thee now my iust reuenge From thee than crowne a richer jemme shall part Beneath God naught 's so deare as a calme heart SCENA QVARTA Enter Celso Celso My honor'd Lord. Mal Peace speake low peace O Celso constant Lord Thou to whose faith I onely rest disconered Thou one of full ten millions of men That louest vertue onely for it selfe Thou in whose hands old OPS may put her soule Behold for euer banisht Altâ—fronâ— This Genoas last yeares Duke O truly noble I wanted those old instruments of state Dissemblance and Suspect I could not time it Celso My throne stood like a point in middest of a circle To all of equall neerenes bore with none Raignd all alike so slept in fearelesse vertue Suspectlesse too suspectlesse till the croude Still liquorous of vntried nouelties Impatient with seuerer government Made strong with Florence banisht Altofronâ— Celso Strong with Florence I thence your mischiefe rose For when the daughter of the Florentine Was matched once with his Pietrâ— now Duke No stratagem
Cello Vpon the stroake of twelue Mal. Saue yee Duke Pietro From thee be gone I doe not loue thee let mee see thee no more we are displeased Mal. Why God be with thee heauen heare my curse May thy wife and thee liue long together Pietro Be gone sirra Mel. When Arthur first in Court beganne Agamemnon Menelnm was euer any Duke a Cornuto Pietro Be gone hence Mal. What religion wilt thou be of next Mend. Out with him Mal. With most seruile patience time will come When wonder of thy error will strike dumbe Thy bezeld sence slaues I fauour I mary shall he rise Good God! how subtile hell dooth flatter vice Mountâ— him aloft and makes him seeme to flie As Foule the Tortois mockt who to the skie Th' ambitious shell-fish raisde th' end of all Is onely that from height he might dead fall Bilioso Why when out yee rogue be gone ye rascal Mal. I shall now leaue yee with all my best wishes Bilioso Out ye curre Mal. Onely lets hold together a firme correspondence Bilioso Out Mal. A mutual friendly reciprocall perpetuall kind of steddie vnanimous heartily leagued Bilioso Hence yee grosse jaw'd pesantly out go Mal. Adue pigeon house thou Burre thâ—t onely stickest to nappy fortunes the Sarpego the Strangury an eternall vneffectuall Priapisme seise thee Bilioso Out rogue Mal. Maiest thou be a notorious wittally pander to thine owne wife and yet get no office but liue to be the vtmost miserie of mankinde a beggarly cuckold Exit Pietro It shall be so Mend. It must be so for where great states reuenge This requisite the partes with pietie And loâ—t respect forbeares be closely dogd Lay one into his breast shall sleepe with him Feede in the same dish runne in selfe faction Who may discouer any shape of danger For once disgracde displayed in offence It makes man blushlesse and man is all confesse More prone to vengeance than to gratefulnesse Fauours are writ in dust but stripes we feele Depraued nature stamps in lasting steele Pietro You shall be leagued with the Dutchesse Equate The plot is very good Mend. You shall both kill and seeme the course to saue Ferrard. A most â—ine braine tricke Celso Of a most cunning knaue tacitè Pietro My Lordes the heauy action we intend Is death and shame two of the vgliest shapes That can confound a soule thinke thinke of it I striâ—e but yet like him that gainst stone walles Directs his shafts rebounds in his owne face My Ladies shame is mine ô God t is mine Therefore I doe coniure all secrecie Let it be as very little as may be pray yee as may be Make frightlesse entrance salute her with soft eyes Straine nought with blood onely Ferneze dies But not before her browes O Gentlemen God knowes I loue her nothing else but this I am not well If griefe that suckes veines drie Riuels the skinne casts ashes in mens faces Be-dulls the eye vnstrengthens all the blood Chance to remooue me to another world As sure I once must die let him succeede I haue no childe all that my youth begot Hath bin your loues which shall inherite me Which as it euer shall I doe coniure it Mendoza may succeede hee 's noble borne With me of much desert Celio Much. tacitè Pietro Your silence answers I I thanke you come on now ô that I might die Before her shame 's displayd would I were forcde To burne my fathers Tombe vnheale his bones And dash them in the durt rather than this This both the liuing and the dead offends Sharpe sâ—â—gery where nought but death amends Exit with the others SCENA QVARTA Enter Maquerelle Emilia and Beancha with the posset Maq. Euen heere it is three curdes in three regions indiuidually distinct Most methodicall according to art compos'd without any drink Bean Without any drinke Maq Vpon my honour will you sit and eate Emil Good the composure the receit how i st Maq T is a prettie pearle by this pearle how doost with me thus it is seauen and thirtie yelkes of Barbarie hennes egges eighteene spoonefulles and a halfe of the iâ—yce of cockesparrow bones one ounce three drammes foure scruples and one quarter of the sirrop of Ethiopian dates sweetned with three quarters of a poond of pure candide Indian Eringos strewed ouer with the powder of pearle of America amber of Cataia and lambe stones of Muscouia Bâ—n Trust me the ingredients are very cordiall and no question good and most powerfull in restauration Maq. I know not what you meâ—ne by restauration but this it doth it purifieth the blood Imootheth the skinne inâ—â—feneth the eye strengthneth the vemes mundefieth the teeth comforteth the stomacke fortifieth the backe and quickneth the wit that 's all Emil By my troth I haue eaten but two spoonefulls and me thinkes I could discourse most swiftly and wittily alreadie Maq Haue you the art to seeme honest Bean I thanke aduise and practise Maq. Why then eate me of this posset quicken your blood and preserue your beautie Do you know doctor Plaster-face by this curde hee is the most exqâ—isite in forging of veines sprightning of eyes dying of haire sleeking of skinnes blushing of cheekes surpheleing of breastes blanching and bleaching of teeth that 〈◊〉 made an old Lady gratious by torchâ— light by this curd law Be We we are resolued what god haz giuen vs wee l châ—rish Maq. Cherish any thing sauing your husband keepe him not too high lest he leape the paleâ— but for your beautie let it be your saint bâ—queaâ—h two houres to it euery morning in your closet I ha beene yong and yet in my conseience I am not aboue fiue and twentie but beleeue me preserue and vse your beautie for youth and beautie once gone we are like bee-hiues without hony out a fashion apparell that no man will weare therefore vse me your beautie Emil. I but men say Maq Men say let men say whaâ— they wil life a woman they are ignorant of your wants the more in yeares the more in perfection they grow if they loose youth beauty they gaine wisedome discretion But when our beautie fades goodnight with vs there cannot be an vglier thing to see then an olde woman from which O pruning pinching painting deliuer all sweete beauties Bea. Harke musicke Maq Peace t is in the Dutches bed-chamber good rest most prosperously grac'd Ladies Emil Good-night centinell Bea Night deere Maquerelle Exeunt all but Maq. Maq. May my possets operation send you my wit honesty And me your youth beauty the pleasingst rest Exit Maq. SCENA QVINTA A song Whilest the song is singing enter Mendoza with his sword drawne standing readie to murder Ferneze as he flies from the Dutches chamber All Strike strike Aur. Saue my Ferneze O saue my Ferneze Enter Ferneze in his shirt and is receiued vpon Mendozas sword All Follow pursue Aur. O saue Ferneze Men. Pierce pierce thou shallow foole drop there He that attempts a Princes lawlesse loue Must
haue broade hands close heart with Argos eyes And backe of Hercules or else he dies Thrustes his rapier in Fer. Enter Aurelia Duke Pietro Ferrard Bilioso Celso and Equato. All Follow follow Men Stand off forbeare yee most vnciuill Lords Pie Strike Men. Do not tempt not a man resolued Would you inhumane murtherers more then death Aur. O poore Ferneze Men Alas now all defence too late Aur. Hee 's dead Pie I am sory for our shame go to your bed Weepe not too much but leaue some teares to shed When I am dead Aur. What weepe for thee my soule no teares shall finde Pie Alas alas that womens soules are blinde Men Betray such beautie murther such youth contemne ciuilitie He loues him not that railes not at him Pie Thou canst not mooue vs we haue blood ynough And please you Lady we haue quite forgot All your defects if not why then Aur. Not. Pie Not the best of rest good night Exit Pietro with other Courtiers Aur Despight go with thee Men Madam you ha done me foule disgrace You haue wrongd him much loues you too much Go to your soule knowes you haue Aur. I thinke I haue Men. Do you but thinke so Aur. Nay sure I haue my eyes haue witnessed thy loueâ— Thou hast stoode too firme for me Men. Why tell me faire cheekt Lady who euen in teares Art powerfully beauteous what vnaduised passion Strooke ye into such a violent heate against me Speake what mischiefe wrongd vs what diuell iniur'd vs Speake Aur. That thing nere worthy of the name of man Ferneze Ferneze swore thou lou'st Emilia Which to aduance with most reproachfull breath Thou both didst blemish and denounce my loue Men. Ignoble villaine did I for this bestride Thy wounded limbes for this O God! for this Sunke all my hopes and with my hopes my life Ript bare my throte vnto the hangmans axe Thou most dishonour'd trunke Emillia By life I know her not Emillia Did you beleeue him Aur. Pardon me I did Men. Did you and thereupon you graced him Aur. I did Men Tooke him to fauour nay euen clasp'd with him Aur Alas I did Men This night Aur This night Men And in your lustfull twines the Duke tooke you Aur A most sad truth Men O God! O God! how we dull honest soules Heauie brainde men are swallowed in the bogs Of a deceitfull ground whilest nimble bloods Light ioynted spirits spent cut good mens throates And scape alas I am too honest for this age Too full of fleame and heauie steddinesâ—e Stood still whilst this slaue cast a noose about me Nay then to stand in honour of him and her Who had euen slic'd my heart Aur Come I did erre and am most sorry I did erre Men Why we are both but dead the Duke hates vs. And those whom Princes do once groundly hate Let them prouide to die as sure as fate Preuention is the heart of pollicie Aur Shall we murder him Men Instantly Aur Instantly before he castes a plot Or further blaze my honours much knowne blot Le ts murther him Men I would do much for you will yee marry me Aur I le make thee duke we are of Medices Florence our friend in court my faction Not meanely strengthfull the Duke then dead We well preparde for change the multitude Irresolutely reeling we inforce Our partie seconded the kingdome mazde No doubt of swift successe all shall be grac'd Men You do conâ—irme me we are resolute To morrow looke for change rest confident T is now about the immodest waste of night The mother of moist dew with pallide light Spreads gloomie shades about the nummed earth Sleepe sleepe whilst we contriue our mischiefes birth This man I le get inhumde farewell to bed I 〈◊〉 the pillow dreame the Duke is dead Exit Aurelia So so good night how fortune dotes on impudence I am in priuate the adopted sonne of yon good Prince I must be Duke why if I must I must Most â—eely Lord name me O heauen I see God made honest fooles to maintaine crafty knaues The Dutchesse is wholy mine too must kill her husband To quit her shame much then marry her I O I grow prowd in prosperous treachery As wrastlers clip so I le embrace you all Not to support but to procure your fall Enter Malenole Mal. God arrest thee Mend. At whose suite Mal. At the diuels ah you treacherous damnable monster How doost how doost thou treacherous roague Ah yee rascall I am banisht the Court sirra Mendoza Prethee le ts be acquainted I doe loue thee faith Mal. At your seruice by the Lord law shall 's goe to supper let 's be once drunke together and so vnite a most vertuously strengthened friendship shall 's Hugonot shall 's Mendoza Wilt fall vpon my chamber to morrowe morne Mal. As a rauen to a dunghill they say there 's one dead heere prickt for the pride of the flesh Mendoza Ferneze there he is prethee bury him Mal. O most willingly I mean to turne pure Rochel churchman I. Mendoza Thou church man why why Mal. Because I le liue lazily raile vpon authoritie deny kings supremacy in things indifferent and be a Pope in mine owne parish Mend. Wherefore doost thou thinke churches were made Mal. To scowre plow-shares I haue seene oxen plow vppe Altares Et nunc seges vbi Sion fuit Mendoza Strange Mal. Nay monstrous I ha seen a sumptuous steeple turnd to a stincking priuie more beastly the sacredst place made a dogges kennell nay most inhumane the stoned coffins of long dead christians burst vp and made hogs-troughs Hic sinis Priâ—ni Shall I ha some sacke and cheese at thy chamber Good night good mischieuous incarnate diuel good night Mendoza ah you inhumane villaine goodnight night fub Men. Good night to morrow morne exit Mendoza Mal. I I will come â—riendly Damnation I will come I doe descry crosse-poynts honesty and court-ship straddle as farre asâ—nder as a true Frenchmans legges Ferneze O! Mal. Proclamations more proclamations Ferneze O a Surgeon Mal. Heark lust cries for a Surgeon what news from Limbo How dooth the grand cuckolde Lucifer Ferneze O helpe helpe conceale and saue mee Ferneze stirres and Maleuole helpes him vp and conâ—ayes him away Mal. Thy shame more than thy wounds do grieâ—e me farre Thy wounds but leaue vpon thy flesh some skarre But fame ne're heales still ranckles worse and worse Such is of vncontrolled lust the curse Thinke what it is in lawlesse sheetes to lie But O Ferneze what in lust to die Then thou that shame respects ô flie conuerse With womens eies and lisping wantonnesse Sticke candles gainst a virgine walles white backe If they not burne yet at the least thei 'le blacke Come I le conuey thee to a priuate port Where thou shalt liue ô happy man from court The beautie of the day beginnes to rise From whose bright forme Nights heauy shadow flies Now ginnes close plots to worke the Sceane growes full And craues his eies
stands for me the people pray for me and the great leader of the iust stands for me then courage Celso For no disastrous chance can euer moue him That leaueth nothing but a God aboue him Enter Prepasso and Bilioso two pages before them Maquar Beancha and Emilia Bil. Make roome there roome for the Ladies why gentlemen will not ye suffer the Ladies to be entred in the great chamber why gallants and you sir to droppe your Torch where the beauties must sit too Pre. And there 's a great fellow playes the knaue why dost not strâ—ke him Bil. Let him play the knaue a Gods name thinkst thou I haue no more wit then to strike a great fellow the musike more lights reueling scaffolds do you heare let there bee othes enow readie at the doore sweare out the diuell himself Le ts leaue the Ladies and go see if the Lords bee readie for them All saue the Ladies depart Maq. And by my troth Beauties why do you not put you into the fashion this is a stale cut you must come in fashion looke ye you must be all felt fealt and feather a fealt vpon your bare haire looke ye these tiring thinges are iustly out of request now and do ye heare you must weare falling bands you must come into the falling fashion there is such a deale a pinning these ruffes when the fine cleane fall is worth all and a gen if you should chance to take a nap in the afternoone your falling band requires no poting sticke to recouer his forme beleeue me no fashion to the falling I say Bean. And is not sinnior S. Andrew a gallant fellow now Maq. By my maiden-head la honour and he agrees aswell together as a satten sute and wollen stockings Emil. But is not Marshall Make-rome my seruant in reuersion a proper gentleman Maq. Yes in reuersion as he had his office as in truth he hath all things in reuersion hee haz his Mistris in reuersion his cloathes in reuersion his wit in reuersion and indeede is a suter to me for my dogge in reuersion but in good verity la he is as proper a gentleman in reuersion as and indeede as fine a man as may be hauing a red beard and a pair of wrapt legges Bean. But I saith I am most monstrously in loue with count Quidlibet in Quodlibet is he not a pretty dapper vnydle gallant Maq. He is euen one of the most busy fingered Lordes he will put the beauties to the squeake most hiddeously Bil Roome make a lane there the Duke is entringâ—stand handsomely for beauties sake take vp the Ladyes there So cornets cornets SCENA QVARTA Enter Prepasso ioynes to Bilioso two pages and lights Ferrard Mendozo at the other doore two pages with lights and the Captaine leading in Maria the Duke meetes Maria and clo seth with her the rest fall backe Men. Madam with gentle eare receiue my sute A kindomes safety should o're paize flight rites Marriage is meerely Natures policy Then since vnlesse our royall beds be ioynd Danger and ciuill tumult frights the state Be wise as you are fair giue way to fate Mar. What wouldst thou thou affiction to our house Thou euer diuell t was thou that banishedst my truely nobleLord Men I Mar. I by thy plottes by thy blacke stratagems Twelue Moones haue suffred change since I beheld The loued presence of my deerest Lord. O thou far worse than death he parts but soule From a weake body but thou soule from soule Disseuerest that which Gods owne hand did knit Thou scant of honor full of diuelish wit Men. Wee le checke your too intemperate lauishnesse I can will Mar. What Canst Men. Go to in banishment thy husband dies Mar. He euer is at home that 's euer wise Men. Youst neuer meete more reason should loue controuble Mar. Not meete Shee that deere loues her loue 's still in her soule Men You are but a woman Lady you must yeeld Mar. O saue me thou innated bashfulnes Thou onely ornament of womans modesty Men. Modesty Death I le torment thee Mar Do vrge all torments all afflictions trie I le die my Lords as long as I can die Mend. Thou obstinate thou shalt die Captaine that Ladies life is forteified to Iustice we haue axamined her And we do finde she hath impoysoned The reuerend Hermiâ— therefore we commaund Seuerest custodie Nay if you le dooes no good Youst dooes no harme a Tirants peace is bloud Mar. O thou art mercifull O gratious diuell Rather by much let me condemned be For seeming murder than be damn'd for thee I le mourne no more come girt my browes with floures Reuâ—l and daunce soule now thy wish thou hast Die like a Bride poore heart thou shalt die chast Enter Aurâ—lia in mourning habit Aur. Life is a frost of coulde felicitie And death the thaw of all our vanity Wast not an honest Priest that wrote so Men. Who let her in Bili. Forbeare Pre. Forbearâ— Aur Alas calamity is euery where Sad miserie dispight your double doores Will enter euen in court Bili. Peace Aur. I ha done one word take heede I ha done Enter Mercurie with lowde musicke Mer. Cillenian Mercurie the God of ghosts From gloomie shades that spread the lower coasts Calls soure high samed Genoan Dukes to come And make this presence their Elizium To passe away this high triumphall night With song and daunces courts more soft delight Aur. Are you God of ghosts I haue a sute depending in hell betwixt me and my conscience I would faine haue thee helpe me to an aduocate Bil. Mercurie shall be your lawyer Lady Aur. Nay faith Mercurie haz too good a face to be a right lawyer Pre. Peace forbeare Mercurie presents the maske Cornets The Song to the Cornets which playing the maske enters Maleuole Peâ—ro Ferneze and Celso in white robes with Dukes Crownes vpon lawrell wreathes pistolets and short swords vnder their robes Men. Celso Celso count Maria for our loue Lady be gratious yet grace * Mar. With me Sir Mal. Yes more loued then my breath With you I le dance Mar. Why then you dance with death But come Sir I was nere more apt to mirth Death giues eternity a glorious breath O to die honourd who would feare to die Mal. They die in feare who liue in villany Mend. Yes beleeue him Lady and be rulde by him * Pietro Madam with me Aur. Wouldst then be miserable Pietro I neede not wish Aur. O yet forbeare my hand away fly fly O seeke not her that onely seekes to die Pietro Poore loued soule Aur. What wouldst court misery Pietro Yes Aur. Shee le come too soone O my grieu'd heart Pietro Lady ha done ha done Come le ts dance be once from sorrow free Aur. Art a sad man Pietro Yes sweet Aur. Then wee le agree Ferneze takes Maquerelle and Celso Beancha then the Cornets sound the measure one change and rest Fer. Beleeue it Lady shall I sweare let me injoy you in