flutter greedy fooles Whilst I laugh at your folly I have a Wier Set for the Moore and his ambitious Consort Which if my wife wo'd second they are sure Enter Auristella Au. What must she second Mach. Art thou there my love we 're in a path That leades us to a height we may confront The Sun and with a breath extinguish common Starres be but thou rul'd the light That does create day to this City Must be derived from us Au. You are my soule and to my airy Wings add quicker Feathers what taske Wo'd not I run to be cald Queene Did the life blood of all our Family Father and Mother stand as a quicke wall To stop my passage to a Throne I 'de with a Puniard ope their Azure veines And squeese their active blood up into Clods Till they become as cold as winters snow And as a bridge upon their trunkes I 'de goe Ma. Our soules are twinnes and thirst with equal heat For Deity Kings are in all things Gods Saving mortality Au. To be a Queene what danger wo'd I run I 'de spend my life like to a Bare-foot Nun So I might sit above the lesser starrs Of small Nobility but for a day Mach. 'T is to be done sweet love an nearer way I have already with the suger'd baites Of Justice liberallity and all The Foxe like ginns that subtile Statse-men Set to catch the hearts o' th giddy multitude Which if it faile as cautious policy Forbids I build too strongly on their drunke Uncertaine Votes I 'de have thee breake with My great Prisoners Wife as I will Doe with him promise the states equall Devided halfe himselfe shall rule So that if need compell us to take Armes We may have forces from the Realme of France To seate us in the Chaire of Government Au. I never shall indure to walke as equall With proud Philippa no ambitious soule Boyles in a thirsty flame of totall glory I must be all without a second flame To dim our luster Mach. Still my very soule thinkest thou I can indure Compeditor or let an Ethiope sit by Machvils side As partner in his honour no as I have seene I' the Common-wealth of Players one that did act The Thebane Creon's part with such a life I became ravisht and on Raimond meane To plot what he did one the caveling boyes of Oedipus Whilst we graspe the whole dignity Au. As how sweet Machvile Mach. It is not ripe my love The King I heare applauds my justice Wherefore I have sent order that Count Antonio Once being taken be sent to Fill-ford Mill There ground to death Au. What for his wife Mach. Thy envy she I have banisht And her goods to guard a shower of curses From my head I 'ave given the poore Au. Good pollicy let 's home to our designes I hate to be officious yet my frowne Shall be dissolv'd to flattery for a Crowne Exit Mach. Attend your Lady so her forward spleene Tickled with thought of greatnesse makes the Scene attempts run smooth the haughty Moore shall bee the Lader on whose servile backe I le mount to greatnesse If calme peace deny me easie way Rough War shall force it which done Raimond And his Philippa must goe seeke an Empire in Elizium for to rule predominance belongs Alone to me slaves are unworthy rule What state wo'd set a Crowne upon a a Mule Exit Antonio disguis'd sitting in a Closet My soule is heavy and my eye-lids feele The weighty power of lazy Morpheus Each element that breathes a life within me Runs a contrary course and conspire To counterfeit a Chaos whilst the frame And weake supporters of my inward man Cracke as beneath the weight of Atlas burthen A suddaine change how my blear'd eye-lids strive To force a sleepe 'gainst nature O you Powers That rule the better thoughts if you have ought To act on my fraile body let it be with eagles Speed or if your wills so please Let my fore past and undejested wrongs O'rewhelme my thoughts and sinke me to the ground With their no lesse then deaths remembrances Cease bastard slave to clog my sences With the leaden weights of an unwilling sleepe unlesse Thy raw-bon'd brother joyne his force and make A seperation twixt my aiery soule And my all earthly body I am o're come heaven worke your wills my breath Submits to this us 't would submit to death Sleepes Soft Musicke Love descends halfe way then speakes Sleepe intranced man but be Wakefull in thy fancy see Love hath left his Pallace faire And beates his wings against the ayre To ease thy panting breasts of ill Loves a Phisitian our Will Must be obey'd therefore with hast To Flanders fly the ecchoing blast Of Fame shall usher thee along And leave thee pester'd in a throng Of searching troubles which shall be But Bug-beares to thy constancy Enter from one side death and from the other side Aurelia Death strikes three times at Antonio and Aurelia diverts it Exit severally What this same shadow seemes to be In Flanders thou shalt reall see The Maid that seem'd to conquer Death And give thee longer leafe of breath Dotes on thy aire report hath bin Lavish in praysing thee unseene Make hast to Flanders time will be Accus'd of slothfulnesse if she Be longer tortur'd doe not stay My power shall guide thee on the way assended Enter Giovanno and the old Tayler Gio. He is asleepe Old Tay. See how he strugles as if some visions Had assum'd a shape fuller of horrour Then his troubled thoughts Gio. His conscience gripes him to purpose see he wakes Let us observe Ant. Stay gentle power leave Hostage that thy promise Thou 'lt performe And I will offer to thy Diety More then my lazy heart has offer'd yet But stay Antonio can thy easie faith Give credit to a dreame an aiery vision Fram'd by strangling fancy to delude weake Sence with a gay nothing recollect thy selfe Advise thee by thy feares it may force hence This midnights shade of griefe And guild it with a morne as fall of joy As do's bright Phaebus to our Easterne World When blushing he arises from the lap Of Sea-greene Thetis to give a new day birth Gio. Why how now friend what talking to thy selfe Ant. O Giovanno 't is my unpartiall thoughts That rise in war against my guilty conscience O it stings me Old Tay. Be more a man shrinke not beneath a weight So light a child may beare it for beleeve me If my Propheticke feare deceive me not You had done an act Spaine should for ever praise Had you kild Machvile to Ant. As how good Master I must call you so This is your Livery Old O y' are noble Tayler But to Machvile It was my chance being sent for by his wife To take the measure of their noble prisoner Who when I came was busie being plac'd Into a roome where I might easily heare Them talke of Crownes and Kingdomes And of two that should be
For which wee c. Enter Antonio Giovanno and the old Tayler Old Tay You see the life we live cease Ant. O 't is a merry one Gio. It is no newes to me I have bin us'd to 't Old Tay. Now for discovery the King as yet Is ignorant of your names and shall be Till your merits beg your pardon My Lord you are for Machvile take this gowne Ant. Pray for success Exit Ant. Old Tay. You in this French disguise for proud Philippa This is her garment I heare the King be gone The French mans folly sit upon your tongue Exeunt Enter the King Evadne and Aurelia King Beleeve me Tayler you have out-stript the Court For such perfections lives not every where Nature was vext as she 's a very shrew She made all others in an angry mood These onely she can boast for Master-peeces The rest want something or in mind or forme These are precisely made a Critticke Jury Of cavelling Arts cannot condemne a scruple Aur. But that your entrance in this formall speech Betray'd you are a Courtier I had bin angry At your Ranke flattery King Can you say so Evad. Sir she has spoke my meaning King Friend what are those beauties cald aside Old Tay. Your graces pardon King Are they Oracle or is the knowledge fatall But that I know thy faith this deniall Wou'd conjure a suspition in my breast Vse thy prerogative 't is thy owne house In which you are a King and I your guest Come ladies Exeunt Enter Antonio disguis'd like a Physitian This habite will doe well and lesse suspected Rapt i'th is cover lives a Kingdomes plague They kill with licence Machviles proud dame 'T is fam'd is sicke upon my soule how ere Her health may be the Aguesh commons cry She 's a disease they groane for this disguise Shall sift her Ebon soule and if she be Infectious like a Meagrome or rot limbe The sword of Justice must devide the joynt That holds her to the States indanger'd body Shee comes Enter Machvile with Auristella leaning on his arme with two Servants Mach. Looke up my Auristella Better the Sun forsake his course to blesse With his continuing beames the Antipodes And we grovell for ever in eternall night Then death ecclipse thy rich and stronger light Seeke some physitian horrour to my soule she faints I 'de rather lose the issue of my hopes than Auristella Ant. Issue of his hopes strange aside Mach. The Crownes injoynement can yeeld no content Without the presence of my Auristilla Ant. Crownes injoyment O villaine Mach. Why stirre you not fetch me some skilfull man My Kingdome shall reward him if his Art Chaine her departing soule unto her flesh But for a day till she be crown'd a Queene Fly bring him unto this walke Ant. Stay Most honour'd Count now for a forged linke aside Of flattery to chaine me to his love Having with studious care gone o're the Art Folly tearmes Magick which more sublime soules Skil'd i' the Starrs know is above that mischiefe I finde you 're borne to be 'bove vulger greatnesse Even to a Throne but stay let 's fetch this Lady Mach. All greatnesse without her is slavery Ant. Vse modest violence Au. Oh Ant. Stand wider give her aire Mach. God-like Physitian I and all that 's mine Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice Ant. Forefend it goodnesse I nay all E're many houres makes the now yong day A type of sparkeling youth shall on their knees Pray for your highnesse Mach. Looke up my Auristella and be great Rise with the Sun but never to decline Aur. What have you done Mach. Wak'd thee to be a Queene Aur. A Queene O don't dissemble you have rob'd me Of greater pleasure than the fancied blisse Elizium ownes O for a pleasure reall that Wo'd appeare in all unto my dreame that I may Frowne and then kill smile and create againe Were there a Hell as doting age wo'd have To fright from lawlesse courses heed lesse youth For such a short liv'd happinesse as that I wo'd be lost unto eternity Mach. The day growes old in houres Come Auristella to the Capitall The Gray-beard Senate shall on humble knees Pay a Religious Sacrifice of praise Unto thy demy Deity the Starrs Have in a generall Senate made thee Queene Of this our world Great master of thy Art Confirme my love Ant. Madam Mach Nay heare him love beleeve me he 's a man That may be Secretary to the gods He is alone in Art 't were sin to name A second all are dunces to him Ant. How easie is the faith of the ambitious Mach. Follow me to the Counsell Exit Au. Are you the man my husband speakes so high of Are you skill'd i' the Starres Ant. Yes Madam Au. Your habit sayes or you abuse the custome You 're a Physitian Ant. Madam i 'me both Au. And dee ' find no let that stops my rysing Ant. Not any Au. Away your skill is dull dul to dirision There is a Star fixt i' the heaven of greatnesse That sparkles with a rich and fresher light Than our sicke and defective Taper Ant. It may be so the horiscope is troubled Au. Confusion take your horiscope and you Can you with all your Art advise my feares How to confound this constellation Ant. Death how she conjures Madam I must search into the Planets Au. Planet me no planets be a Physitian And from your study of industrious poisons Fetch me your best experienc'd speedy one And bring it to me straight what 't is to doe Like unresolved riddles hid from you Exit Ant. Planet said I upon my life no planet Is so swift as her nere resting evill That 's her tongue well I 'le not question What the poisons for if for her selfe The common Hangman 's eas'd the labour of a blow For if she live her head must certaine off The poison I le goe get and give it her Then to the King If Sebastiano's Frenchified disguise Purchase the like discovery our eyes Will be too scanty we had need to be All eye to watch such haughty villany Exit Enter Giovanno and Philippa Gio. Begare Madam me make de gowne so brave O de hole vorle vorke be me patron me ha vorke for le grand Duches le Shevere le Royne de Francia Spanea de Angleter an all d'fine Madamosels Phi. Nay Monsier to deprive desert of praise is unknown Language troth I use it not nay it is verry well Gio. Be me trot a Madam never doe ill de English man do ill de Spanere doe de Duch de all doe ill but your Franch man and begare he doe incomparable brave Phi. Y' are too proud on 't Gio. Begare me noe proud I de vorle me speake be me trot de trut ang me noe lye metra Madam begare you have de find bode a de vorle O de fine brave big ting me have ever measure me waire fit it so pat Enter Raimond Phi. Welcome my Lord Shall I
from the hand of the rose finger'd morne Yet in his heart lives a whole Host of valour Pan. Hee appeares A second Mars Aler. More powerfull since he holds Wisedom And Vallour captive Whilst they salute Antonio enters Count Machvile Ful. Let us salute him Mach. Hallow close they strike As if they heard a winged thunder-bolt threatn'd his death And each ambitious were to lose his life So it might purchase him a longer being Their breath ingenders like two peacefull winds That joyne a friendly league and fill the ayre With silken musicke I may passe by and scarce be spar'd a looke Or any else but yong Antonio Rise from thy scorching Den thou soule of mischiefe My blood boyles hotter then the poyson'd flesh Of Hercules cloth'd in the Centaurs shirts Swell me revenge till I become a hill High as Olimpus cloud dividing top That I might fall and crush them into ayre He observe Exit behind the hangings Ant. Commandy the all This little World I 'me Master of containes And be assur'd t is granted I have a life I owe to death and in my Countries causes I should Ful. Good sir no more This ungratefull Land owes you too much already Aler. And you still bind it in stronger Bonds Pan. Your noble deeds that like to thoughts out-strip The fleeting clouds dash all our hopes of payment We are poore but in unprofitable thankes Nay that cannot rehearse enough your merit Ant. I dare not heare this pardon bashfull eares For suffering such a scarlet to o're-spread Your burning Portalls Gentlemen your discourses tast of Court They have a relish of knowne flattery I must deny to understand their folly Your pardon I must leave you Modesty commands Ful. Your honours vassales Ant. O good Colonell be more a Souldier Leave complements for those that live at ease To stuffe their Table Bookes and o're a bord Made gaudy with some Pageant beside custards Whose quaking strikes a feare into the eaters Dispute 'em in a fashionable method A Souldiers language should be as his calling Ruffe to declare he is a man of fire Farewell without the straining of a sinew No superstitious cringe adue Exit Aler. I' st not a hopefull Lord Nature to him has chain'd the peoples hearts Each to his Saint offers a forme of prayer For yong Antonio Pan. And in that loved name pray for the Kingdoms good Ful. Count Matchvill Machvile from behind the hangings Aler. Let 's away Exeunt manet Matchvill Heart wilt not burst with rage to see these slaves Fawne like to whelpes on yong Antonio And fly from me as from infection Death Confusion and the list of all deseases waite upon your lives Till you be ripe for Hell which when it gapes May it devoure you all stay Machvile Leave this same idle chat it becomes woman That has no strength but what her tongue Makes a Monopoly be more a man Thinke thinke in thy braines minte Coyne all thy thoughts to mischiefe That may act revenge at full Plot plot tumultious thoughts incorporate Beget a lumpe how e're deform'd that may at length Like to a Cub lick'd by the carefull Dam Become like to my wishes perfect vengeance Antonio I Antonio nay all Rather then loose my will shall head-long fall Into eternall ruine my thoughts are high Death sit upon my brow let every frowne Banish a soule that stops me of a crowne Exit Enter Evadne and Nurse Evad. The Taylor yet return'd Nurse Nur. Madam not yet Evad. I wonder why he makes gownes so imperfect They need so many sayes Nur. Truely insooth and in good deed law Madam The stripling is in love deepe deepe in love Evad. Ha Does his soule shoote with an equall Dart From the commanding Bow of loves great God Keepe passionate time with mine or has aside She spy'd my errour to reflect with eager beames Of thirsty love upon a Taylor being my selfe Borne high I must know more In love good Nurse with whom Nur. Hey-hoe truely madam 't is a fortune Cupid good lad prais'd be his god-head for 't Has throwne upon me and I am proud on 't O 't is a youth joccond as sprightly May One that will doe discreetly with a wife Bord her without direction from the stars Or counsell from the Moone to doe for Physicke No he 's a backe O 't is a backe indeed Evad. Fye this becomes you not Nur. Besides he is of all that conquering Calling A Taylor madam O 't is a taking Trade What Chamber-maid with reverence may I speake of those lost Maiden heads Could long hold out against a Taylor Evad. Y' are uncivill Nur. What aged Female for I must confesse I am Worne threed-bare would not be turn'd and live a marriage life To purchase Heaven Erad. Heaven Nur. Yes my deare Madam Heaven whither My most sweet Lady but to Heaven hell 's a Taylors ware-house he has the Keyes and sits In triumph crosse legg'd o're the mouth It is no place of horrour There 's no flames made blew with Brimstone But the bravest silkes so fashionable O I doe long to weare such properties Evad. Leave your talke One knocks goe see Knockes within Nurs. O 't is my love I come Exit Evad. A Taylor fye blush my too tardy soule And on my brow place a becomming scorne Whose fatall sight may kill his mounting hopes Were he but one that when 't was said hee 's borne Had bin borne noble high Equall in blood to that our House boasts great I 'de fly into his armes with as much speed As an ayre cutting arrow to the stake But O he comes my fortitude is fled Enter Nurse and Giovanno with a Gowne Gio. Yonder she is and walkes yet in sence strong enough to maintaine Argument she 's under my cloake for the best part of a Lady as this age goes is her Clothes in what reckoning ought we Taylers to be esteem'd then that are the master workemen to correct nature You shall have a Lady in a Dialogue with some gallant touching his Suite the better part of man so sucke the breath that names the skilfull Tayler as if it nourisht her Another Dona fly from the close imbracements of her Lord to be all over measur'd by her Tayler One will bee sicke forsooth and bid her maid deny her to this Don that Earle the other Marquesse nay to a Duke yet let her Taylor lase and unlase her gowne so round the skirts to fit her to the fashion here 's one has in my sight made many a noble Don to hang the head Dukes and Marquesses three in a morning breake their fasts on her denialls yet I her Tayler blest bee the kindnesse of my loving stare am usher'd she smiles and sayes I have staid too long and then findes fault with some slight stitch that eye-let hole 's too close then must I use my Bodkin 't will never please else all will not doe I must take it home for no cause but to bring it her againe next morning