Foole fop foole Marry muffe I pray you how manie fooles haue you seene goe in a suite of Sattin I hope yet I doe not look a foole ifaith a foole Gods bones I scorn 't with my heele S'neaks and I were worth but three hundred pound a yeare more I could sweare richly nay but as poore as I am I will sweare the fellowe hath wrong Piero Young Galeatzo I a proper man Florence a goodly citie it shall be so I le marrie her to him instantly Then Genoa mine by my Mariaes match Which I le solemnize ere next setting Sun Thus Venice Florence Genoa strongly leagu'd Excellent excellent I le conquer Rome Pop out the light of bright religion And then helter skelter all cock sure Ba. Goe to t is iust the man hath wrong go to Pie Goe to thou shalt haue right Go to Castilio Clap him into the Palace dungeon Lappe him in rags and let him feede on slime That smeares the dungeon cheeke Away with him Bal. In verie good truth now I le nere do so more this one time and Pie Away with him obserue it strictly goe Ba. Why then ô wight alas poore knight O welladay sir Gefferey Let Poets roare And all deplore for now I bid you god night Exit Balurdo with Castilio Ma. O pittious end of loue ô too too rude hand Of vnrespectiue death Alas sweete maide Pi. Forbear me heauen What intend these plaints Mar. The beautie of admir'd creation The life of modest vnmixt puritie Our sexes glorie Mellida is Pie What ô heauen what Ma. Deade Pie May it not sad your thoughts how Ma. Being laid vpon her bed she graspt my hād And kissing it spake thus Thou very pore Why dost not weepe The Iewell of thy browe The rich adornement that inchac't thy breast Is lost thy son my loue is lost is deade And doe I liue to say Antonio's deade And haue I liu'd to see his vertues blurd With guiltlesse blots O world thou art too subtile For honest natures to conuerse withall Therefore I le leaue thee farewell mart of woe I fly to clip my loue Antonio With that her head sunk down vpon her brest Her cheeke chang'd earth her senses slept in rest Vntill my foole that press'd vnto the bed Screch't out so lowd that he brought back her soule Calde her againe that her bright eyes gan ope And starde vpon him he audatious foole Dar'd kisse her hand wisht her soft rest lou'd bride She fumbled out thanks good and so she dide Piero And so she dide I doe not vse to weepe But by thy loue out of whose fertile sweete I hope for as faire fruite I am deepe sad I will not stay my mariage for all this Castilio Forobosco all Straine all your wits winde vp inuention Vnto his highest bent to sweete this night Make vs drinke Lethe by your queint conceipts That for two daies obliuion smother griefe But when my daughters exequies approach Let 's all turne sighers Come despight of fate Sound lowdest musick le ts pase out in state ¶ The Cornets sound Exeunt SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Antonio solus in fooles habit Ant. I Heauen thou maist thou maist omnipotence What vermine bred of putrifacted slime Shall dare to expostulate with thy decrees O heauen thou maist indeede she was all thine All heauenly I did but humbly beg To borrowe her of thee a little time Thou gau'st her me as some weake breasted dame Giueth her infant puts it out to nurse And when it once goes high-lone takes it back She was my vitall blood and yet and yet I le not blaspheame Looke here beholde Antonio puts off his cap and lyeth iust vpon his back I turne my prostrate breast vpon thy face And vent a heauing sigh O heare but this I am a poore poore Orphant a weake weak childe The wrack of splitted fortune the very Ouze The quick sand that deuours all miserie Beholde the valiant'st creature that doth breath For all this I dare liue and I will liue Onely to numme some others cursed bloode With the dead palsie of like misery Then death like to a stifling Incubus Lie on my bosome Loe sir I am sped My breast is Golgotha graue for the deade SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Pandulpho Alberto and a Page carrying Feliches trunke in a winding sheete and lay it thwart Antonios breast Pan. ANTONIO kisse my foote I honour thee In laying thwart my blood vpon thy breast I tell thee boy he was Pandulphos sonne And I doe grace thee with supporting him Young man The dominering Monarch of the earth He who hath naught that fortunes gripe can seize He who is all impregnably his owne Hee whose great heart heauen can not force with force Vouchsafes his loue Non seruio Deo sed assentio Ant. I ha lost a good wife Pan. Didst finde her good or didst thou make her good If found thou maist refinde because thou hadst her If made the worke is lost but thou that mad'st her Liu'st yet as cunning Hast lost a good wife Thrice blessed man that lost her whilst she was good Faire young vnblemisht constant louing chaste I tell thee youth age knows yong loues seeme grac't VVhich with gray cares rude iarres are oft defac't An. But shee was full of hope Pan. May be may be but that which may be stood Stands now without all may she died good And dost thou grieue Alberto I ha lost a true friend Pan. I liue incompast with two blessed soules Thou lost a good wife thou lost a trew friend ha Two of the rarest lendings of the heauens But lendings which at the fixed day of pay Set downe by fate thou must restore againe O what vnconscionable soules are here Are you all like the spoke-shaues of the Church Haue you no mawe to restitution Hast lost a true friend cuz then thou hadst one I tell thee youth t is all as difficult To finde true friend in this apostate age That balkes all right affiance twixt two hearts As t is to finde a fixed modest heart Vnder a painted breast Lost a true friend O happie soule that lost him whilst he was true Beleeue it cuz I to my teares haue found Oft durts respect makes firmer friends vnsounde Alb. You haue lost a good sonne Pan. Why there 's the cōfort on t that he was good Alas poore innocent Alb. Why weepes mine vncle Pan. Ha dost aske me why ha ha Good cuz looke here He showes him his sonnes breast Man will breake out despight Philosophie Why all this while I ha but plaid a part Like to some boy that actes a Tragedie Speakes burly words and raues out passion But when he thinks vpon his infant weaknesse He droopes his eye I spake more then a god Yet am lesse then a man I am the miserablest sowle that breathes Antonio starts vp Ant. S'lid sir ye lye by th' heart of griefe thou lyest I scorn 't that any wretched should suruiue Outmounting me in that Superlatiue Most miserable
obserues pursues slinks back for fright Was neuer cast in mould of noble spright Ga. Tush there 's a fun will straight exhale these damps Of chilling feare Come shal 's salute the bride Ant, Castilio I pree the mixe thy breath with his Sing one of Signior Renaldo's ayres To rouse the slumbring bride from gluttoning In surfet of superfluous sleepe Good Signior sing CANTANT What meanes this silence and vnmooued calme Boy winde thy Cornet force the leaden gates Of lasie sleepe fly open with thy breath My Mellida not vp not stirring yet vmh Ma. That voice should be my sonnes Antonio 's Antonio Ant. Here who cals here stands Antonio Mari. Sweete sonne Ant. Deare mother Ma. Faire honour of a chast and loyall bed Thy fathers beautie thy sad mothers loue Were I as powrefull as the voice of fate Felicitie compleat should sweete thy state But all the blessings that a poore banisht wretch Can powre vpon thy heade take gentle sonne Liue gratious youth to close thy mothers eyes Lou'd of thy parents till their latest hower How cheares my Lord thy father O sweet boy Part of him thus I clip my deare deare ioy Ant. Madam last night I kist his princely hand And tooke a treasur'd blessing from his lips O mother you arriue in Iubile And firme attonement of all boystrous rage Pleasure vnited loue protested faith Guard my lou'd father as sworne Pensioners The Dukes are leagu'd in firmest bond of loue And you arriue euen in the Solsticie And highest point of sun-shine happinesse ¶ One windes a Cornet within Harke Madam how you Cornet ierketh vp His straind shrill accents in the capering ayre As proud to summon vp my bright cheek't loue Now mother ope wide expectation Let loose your amplest sense to entertaine Th' impression of an obiect of such worth That life 's too poore to Gal. Nay leaue Hyperboles Ant. I tel thee prince that presence straight appears Of which thou canst not forme Hyperboles The trophy of tryumphing excellence The heart of beautie Mellida appeares See looke the curtaine stirs shine natures pride Loues vitall spirit deare Antonio's bride ¶ The Curtain 's drawne and the bodie of Feliche stabd thick with wounds appeares hung vp What villaine bloods the window of my loue What slaue hath hung you gorie ensigne vp In flat defiance of humanitie Awake thou faire vnspotted puritie Death 's at thy windowe awake bright Mellida Antonio cals SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Piero as at first with Forobosco Pie VVHO giues these il-befitting attributes Of chast vnspotted bright to Mellida He lies as lowde as thunder shee 's vnchast Tainted impure blacke as the soule of hell ¶ He drawes his rapier offers to runne at Piero but Maria holds his arme staies him Ant. Dog I will make the eate thy vomit vp Which thou hast belk't gainst taintlesse Mellida Ramm 't quicklie downe that it may not rise vp To imbraid my thoughts Behold my stomack 's Strike me quite through with the relentlesse edge Of raging furie Boy I le kill thy loue Pandulfe Feliche I haue stabd thy sonne Looke yet his lifeblood reekes vpon this steele Albert you hangs thy friend Haue none of you Courage of vengeance Forget I am your Duke Thinke Mellida is not Pieros bloode Imagine on slight ground I le blast his honour Suppose I sawe not that incestuous slaue Clipping the strumpet with luxurious twines O numme my sense of anguish cast my life In a dead sleepe whilst lawe cuts off yon maine Yon putred vlcer of my roiall bloode Foro. Keepe league with reason gratious Soueraigne Pie There glowe no sparkes of reason in the world All are rak't vp in ashie beastlinesse The bulke of man 's as darke as Erebus No branch of Reasons light hangs in his trunke There liues no reason to keepe league withall I ha no reason to be reasonable Her wedding eue linkt to the noble blood Of my most firmely reconciled friend And found euen clingd in sensualitie O heauen O heauen Were she as neare my heart As is my liuer I would rend her off SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Strozzo Str. VVHITHER O whither shal I hurle vast griefe Pier. Here into my breast t is a place built wide By fate to giue receipt to boundlesse woes Str. O no here throb those hearts which I must cleaue With my keene pearcing newes Andrugio's dead Pier. Dead Ma. O me most miserable Pie Dead alas how dead Giue seeming passion Fut weepe act faine Dead alas how dead Str. The vast delights of his large sodaine ioyes Opned his powers so wide that 's natiue heate So prodigally flow'd t'exterior parts That thinner Citadell was left vnmand And so surpriz'd on sodaine by colde death Mari. O fatal disastrous cursed dismall Choake breath and life I breath I liue too long Andrugio my Lord I come I come Pie Be cheerefull Princesse help Castilio The Ladie 's swouned helpe to beare her in Slow comfort to huge cares is swiftest sin Bal. Courage courage sweet Ladie t is sir Gefferey Balurdo bids you courage Truly I am as nimble as an Elephant about a Ladie Pan. Dead Ant. Dead Alb. Dead An. Why now the womb of mischiefe is deliuer'd Of the prodigious issue of the night Pan. Ha ha ha Ant. My father dead my loue attaint of lust That 's a large lye as vast as spatious hell Poore guiltlesse Ladie O accursed lye What whome whether which shall I first lament A deade father a dishonour'd wife Stand Me thinkes I feele the frame of nature shake Cracks not the ioynts of earth to beare my woes Alb. Sweet Prince be patient Ant. S'lid sir I will not in despight of thee Patience is slaue to fooles a chaine that 's fixt Onely to postes and senslesse log-like dolts Alb. T is reasons glorie to commaund affects An. Lies thy cold father dead his glossed eyes New closed vp by thy sad mothers hands Hast thou a loue as spotlesse as the browe Of clearest heauen blurd with false defames Are thy moyst entrals crumpled vp with griefe Of parching mischiefs Tel me does thy hart With punching anguish spur thy galled ribs Then come and let 's sit and weep wreath our arms I le heare thy counsell Alb. Take comfort Ant. Confusion to all comfort I defie it Comfort 's a Parasite a flattring Iack And melts resolu'd despaire O boundlesse woe If there be any black yet vnknowen griefe If there be any horror yet vnfelt Vnthought of mischiefe in thy fiendlike power Dash it vpon my miserable heade Make me more wretch more cursed if thou canst O now my fate is more than I could feare My woes more waightie than my soule can beare Exit Pan. Ha ha ha Al. Why laugh you vncle That 's my cuz your son Whose brest hangs cased in his cluttered gore Pa. True man true why wherfore should I weepe Come sit kinde Nephew come on thou and I Will talke as Chorus to this tragedie Intreat the musick straine their instruments With a slight
Pandulpho harke My lustfull daughter dies start not she dies I pursue iustice I loue sanctitie And an vndefiled temple of pure thoughts Shall I speake freely Good Andrugio's dead And I doe feare a fetch but vmh would I durst speake I doe mistrust but vmh death is he all all man Hath he no part of mother in him ha No licorish womanish inquisitiuenesse Pan. Andrugio's deade Pie I and I feare his owne vnnaturall blood To whome he gaue life hath giuen death for life How could he come on I see false suspect Is vicde wrung hardly in a vertuous heart Well I could giue you reason for my doubts You are of honour'd birth my very friende You know how god-like t is to roote out sin Antonio is a villaine Will you ioyne In oath with me against the traitors life And sweare you knewe he sought his fathers death I lou'd him well yet I loue iustice more Our friends we should affect iustice adore Pan. My Lord the clapper of my mouth 's not glibd With court oyle t will not strike on both sides yet Pie T is iust that subiectes acte commaunds of kings Pan. Commaund then iust and honorable things Pie Euen so my selfe then will traduce his guilt Pan. Beware take heed least guiltlesse blood be spilt Pie Where onely honest deeds to kings are free It is no empire but a beggery Pan. Where more than noble deeds to kings are free It is no empire but a tyranny Pie Tush iuicelesse graybeard t is immunity Proper to princes that our state exactes Our subiects not alone to beare but praise our acts Pan. O but that prince that worthfull praise aspires From hearts and not from lips applause desires Pie Pish true praise the brow of common men doth ring False only girts the temple of a king He that hath strength and 's ignorant of power He was not made to rule but to be rul'd Pan. T is praise to doe not what we can but should Pie Hence doting Stoick by my hope of blisse I le make thee wretched Pan. Defyance to thy power thou rifted Iawne Now by the lou'd heauen sooner thou shalt Rince thy soule ribs from the black filth of sinne That soots thy heart then make me wretched Pish Thou canst not coupe me vp Hadst thou a Iaile With trebble walles like antick Babilon Pandulpho can get out I tell thee Duke I haue ould Fortunatus wishing cappe And can be where I list euen in a trice I le skippe from earth into the armes of heauen And from tryumphall arch of blessednesse Spit on thy froathy breast Thou canst not slaue Or banish me I will be free at home Maugre the bearde of greatnesse The port holes Of sheathed spirit are nere corb'd vp But still stand open readie to discharge Their pretious shot into the shrowds of heauen Pie O torture slaue I banish thee the towne Thy natiue seate of birth Pa. How proud thou speak'st I tell thee Duke the blasts Of the swolne cheekt winds nor all the breath of kings Can puffe me out my natiue seat of birth The earth 's my bodies and the heauen 's my soules Most natiue place of birth which they will keepe Despite the menace of mortalitie Why Duke That 's not my natiue place where I was rockt A wise mans home is wheresoere he is wise Now that from man not from the place doth rise Pie Wold I were deafe ô plague hence dotard wretch Tread not in court All that thou hast I seize His quiet 's firmer then I can disease Pan. Goe boast vnto thy flattring Sycophants Pandulpho's slaue Piero hath orethrowne Loose Fortunes rags are lost my owne 's my owne ¶ Piero's going out lookes backe Exeunt at seuerall doores T is true Piero thy vext heart shall see Thou hast but tript my slaue not conquerd mee SCENA TERTIA ¶ Enter Antonio with a booke Lucio Alberto Antonio in blacke Alb. NAY sweet be comforted take counsell and Ant. Alberto peace that griefe is wanton sick Whose stomacke can digest and brooke the dyet Of stale ill relisht counsell Pigmie cares Can shelter vnder patience shield but gyant griefes Will burst all couert Lu. My Lord t is supper time Ant. Drinke deepe Alberto eate good Lucio But my pin'd heart shall eat on naught but woe Alb. My Lord we dare not leaue you thus alone Ant. You cannot leaue Antonio alone The chamber of my breast is euen throngd With firme attendance that forsweares to flinch I haue a thing sits here it is not griefe T is not despaire nor the most plague That the most wretched are infected with But the most greefull despairing wretched Accursed miserable O for heauens sake Forsake me now you see how light I am And yet you force me to defame my patience Lu. Faire gentle prince Ant. Away thy voice is hatefull thou dost buzze And beat my eares with intimations That Mellida that Mellida is light And stained with adulterous luxury I cannot brook 't I tell the Lucio Sooner will I giue faith that vertue 's scant In princes courts will be adorn'd with wreath Of choyce respect and indeerd intimate Sooner will I beleeue that friendships raine Will curbe ambition from vtilitie Then Mellida is light Alas poore soule Didst ere see her good heart hast heard her speake Kinde kinde soule Incredulitie it selfe Would not be so brasse hearted as suspect so modest cheeks Lu. My Lord Ant. Away a selfe-one guilt doth onely hatch distrust But a chaste thought 's as farre from doubt as lust I intreat you leaue me Alb. Will you endeauour to forget your griefe Ant. I faith I will good friend I faith I will I le come and eate with you Alberto see I am taking Physicke heer 's Philosophie Good honest leaue me I le drinke wine anone Alb. Since you enforce vs faire prince we are gone Exeunt Alberto and Lucio ¶ Antonio reades A. Ferte fortiter hoc est quo deum antecedatis Ille enim extra patientiam malorum vos supra Contemnite dolorem aut soluetur aut soluet Contemnite fortunā nullū telū quo feriret animum habet Pish thy mother was not lately widdowed Thy deare affied loue lately defam'd With blemish of foule lust when thou wrot'st thus Thou wrapt in furres beaking thy lymbs 'fore fiers Forbidst the frozē Zone to shudder Ha ha t is naught But fomie bubling of a fleamie braine Naught els but smoake O what danke marrish spirit But would be fyred with impatience At my No more no more he that was neuer blest With height of birth faire expectation Of mounted fortunes knowes not what it is To be the pittied obiect of the worlde O poore Antonio thou maist sigh Mell. Aye me Ant. And curse Pan. Black powers Ant. And cry Ma. O heauen Ant. And close laments with Alb. O me most miserable Pan. Woe for my deare deare sonne Mar. Woe for my deare deare husband Mel. Woe for my deare deare loue Ant. Woe for me all close all your woes
ANTONIOS Reuenge The second part As it hath beene sundry times acted by the children of Paules Written by I. M. LONDON ¶ Printed for Thomas Fisher and are to be soulde in Saint Dunstans Church-yarde 1602 Antonios Reuenge ¶ The second part of the Historie of Antonio and Mellida ¶ The Prologue THE rawish danke of clumzie winter ramps The fluent summers vaine and drizling sleete Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numd earth Whilst snarling gusts nibble the iuyceles leaues From the nak't shuddring branch and pils the skinne From off the soft and delicate aspectes O now me thinks a sullen tragick Sceane Would suite the time with pleasing congruence May we be happie in our weake deuoyer And all parte pleas'd in most wisht content But sweare of Hercules can nere beget So blest an issue Therefore we proclaime If any spirit breathes within this round Vncapable of waightie passion As from his birth being hugged in the armes And nuzzled twixt the breastes of happinesse Who winkes and shuts his apprehension vp From common sense of what men were and are Who would not knowe what men must be let such Hurrie amaine from our black visag'd showes We shall affright their eyes But if a breast Nail'd to the earth with griefe if any heart Pierc't through with anguish pant within this ring If there be any blood whose heate is choakt And stifled with true sense of misery If ought of these straines fill this consort vp Th'arriue most welcome O that our power Could lackie or keepe wing with our desires That with vnused paize of stile and sense We might waigh massy in iudicious scale Yet heere 's the prop that doth support our hopes When our Sceanes falter or inuention halts Your fauour will giue crutches to our faults Exit ACT. I. SCEN. I ¶ Enter Piero vnbrac't his armes bare smeer'd in blood a poniard in one hand bloodie and a torch in the other Strotzo following him with a corde Pie HO Gasper Strotzo binde Feliches trunke Vnto the panting side of Mellida Exit Str. T is yet dead night yet al the earth is cloucht In the dull leaden hand of snoring sleepe No breath disturbs the quiet of the ayre No spirit moues vpon the breast of earth Saue howling dogs nightcrowes screeching owls Saue meager ghosts Piero and black thoughts One two Lord in two houres what a toplesse mount Of vnpeer'd mischiefe haue these hands cast vp ¶ Enter Strotzo I can scarce coope triumphing vengeance vp From bursting forth in bragart passion Str. My Lord t is firmely saide that Pie Andrugio sleepes in peace this braine hath choakt The organ of his breast Feliche hangs But as a baite vpon the line of death To tice on mischiefe I am great in blood Vnequald in reuenge You horrid scouts That centinell swart night giue lowde applause From your large palms First know my hart was rais'd Vnto Andrugios life vpon this ground Str. Duke t is reported Pie We both were riuals in our May of blood Vnto Maria great Ferraras heire He wan the Ladie to my honours death And from her sweetes cropt this Antonio For which I burnt in inward sweltring hate And festred rankling malice in my breast Till I might belke reuenge vpon his eyes And now ô blessed now t is done Hell night Giue lowde applause to my hypocrisie When his bright valour euen dazled sense In offring his owne heade publick reproach Had blurd my name Speake Strotzo had it not If then I had Str. It had so please Pier. What had so please Vnseasoned Sycophant Piero Sforza is no nummed Lord Senselesse of all true touch stroake not the head Of infant speach till it be fully borne Goe to Strot. How now Fut I le not smother your speach Pie Nay right thine eyes t was but a little splene Huge plunge Sinn 's growne a slaue and must obserue slight euils Huge villaines are inforc't to clawe all diuels Pish sweete thy thoughts and giue me Str. Stroake not the heade of infant speach Goe to Pie Nay calme this storme I euer held thy breast More secret and more firme in league of blood Then to be struck in heate with each' slight puffe Giue me thy eares Huge infamie Presse downe my honour if euen then when His fresh act of prowesse bloom'd out full I had tane vengeance on his hated head Str. Why it had Pier. Could I auoyde to giue a seeming graunt Vnto fruition of Antonios loue Str. No Pie And didst thou euer see a Iudas kisse With a more couert touch of fleering hate Stro. No Pie And hauing clipt them with pretence of loue Haue I not crusht them with a cruell wring Strot. Yes Piero Say faith didst thou ere heare or reade or see Such happie vengeance vnsuspected death That I should drop strong poyson in the boawle Which I my selfe carous't vnto his health And future fortune of our vnitie That it should worke even in the husht of night And strangle him on sodaine that faire showe Of death for the excessiue ioy of his fate Might choake the murder Ha Strotzo is 't not rare Nay but waigh it Then Feliche stabd Whose sinking thought frighted my conscious hart And laid by Mellida to stop the match And hale on mischiefe This all in one night Is 't to be equall'd thinkst thou O I could eate Thy fumbling throat for thy lagd censure Fut Is 't not rare Str. Yes Pie No yes nothing but no and yes dull lumpe Canst thou not hony me with fluent speach And euen adore my toplesse villany Will I not blast my owne blood for reuenge Must not thou straight be periur'd for reuenge And yet no creature dreame t is my reuenge Will I not turne a glorious bridall morne Vnto a Stygian night Yet naught but no and yes Str. I would haue told you if the incubus That rides your bosome would haue patience It is reported that in priuate state Maria Genous Dutchesse makes to Court Longing to see him whom she nere shall see Her Lord Andrugio Belike she hath receiu'd The newes of reconciliation Reconciliation with a death Poore Ladie shall but finde poore comfort in 't Pie O let me swoone for ioy By heauen I thinke I ha said my prayers within this month at least I am so boundlesse happie Doth she come By this warme reeking goare I le marrie her Looke I not now like an inamorate Poyson the father butcher the son marry the mother ha Strotzo to bed snort in securest sleepe For see the dapple gray coursers of the morne Beat vp the light with their bright siluer hooues And chase it through the skye To bed to bed This morne my vengeance shall be amply fed Exit SCENA SECVNDA ¶ Enter Luceo Maria and Nutriche Mar. STAY gentle Luceo and vouchsafe thy hand Lu. O Madam Ma. Nay pree thee giue me leaue to say vouchsafe Submisse intreats beseeme my humble fate Here let vs sit O Luceo fortunes gilt Is rubd quite off from my slight
most vnmatcht in woe Who dare assume that but Antonio Pan. Wil t still be so and shall you blood-hound liue An. Haue I an arme a heart a sword a sowle Alb. Were you but priuate vnto what we know Pan. I le knowe it all first let 's interre the dead Let 's dig his graue with that shall dig the heart Liuer and intrals of the murderer They strike the stage with their daggers and the graue openeth Ant. Wilt sing a Dirge boy Pan. No no song t will be vile out of tune Alb. Indeede he 's hoarce the poore boyes voice is crackt Pa. Why cuz why shold it not be hoarce crackt When all the strings of natures symphony Are crackt iar why should his voice keepe tune When ther 's no musick in the breast of man I le say an honest antick rime I haue Helpe me good sorrow-mates to giue him graue They all helpe to carie Feliche to his graue Death exile plaints and woe Are but mans lackies not his foe No mortall scapes from fortunes warre Without a wound at least a scarre Many haue led these to the graue But all shall followe none shall saue Bloode of my youth rot and consume Virtue in dirt doth life assume With this ould sawe close vp this dust Thrice blessed man that dyeth iust An. The gloomie wing of night begins to stretch His lasie pinion ouer all the ayre We must be stiffe and steddie in resolue Let 's thus our hands our hearts our armes inuolue They wreath their armes Pan. Now sweare we by this Gordian knot of loue By the fresh turnd vp mould that wraps my sonne By the deade browe of triple Hecate Ere night shall close the lids of you bright stars Wee le sit as heauie on Pieros heart As Aetna doth on groning Pelorus Ant. Thanks good old man Wee le cast at royall chaunce Let 's thinke a plot then pell mell vengeance Exeunt their armes wreathed ¶ The Cornets sounde for the Acte ¶ The dumbe showe ACT. V. SCEN. I. ¶ Enter at one dore Castilio and Forobosco with halberts foure Pages with torches Luceo bare Piero Maria and Alberto talking Alberto drawes out his dagger Maria her knife ayming to menace the Duke Then Galeatzo betwixt two Senators reading a paper to them at which they all make semblance of loathing Piero and knit their fists at him two Ladies and Nutriche all these goe softly ouer the Stage whilst at the other doore enters the ghost of Andrugio who passeth by them tossing his torch about his heade in triumph All forsake the Stage sauing Andrugio who speaking begins the Acte And. Venit dies tempúsque quo reddat suis Animam squallentem sceleribus The fist of strenuous vengeance is clutcht And sterne Vindicta towreth vp aloft That she may fal with a more waightie paise And crush liues sap from out Pieros vaines Now gins the leprous cores of vlcered sins Wheale to a heade now is his fate growne mellow Instant to fall into the rotten iawes Of chap-falne death Now downe lookes prouidēce T' attend the last act of my sons reuenge Be gratious Obseruation to our sceane For now the plot vnites his scattred limbes Close in contracted bands The Florence Prince Drawne by firme notice of the Dukes black deeds Is made a partner in conspiracie The States of Venice are so swolne in hate Against the Duke for his accursed deeds Of which they are confirm'd by some odde letters Found in dead Strotzos studie which had past Betwixt Piero and the murdring slaue That they can scarce retaine from bursting foorth In plaine reuolt O now tryumphes my ghost Exclaiming heauen 's iust for I shal see The scourge of murder and impietie Exit SCENA SECVNDA Balurdo from vnder the Stage Bal. HOE who 's aboue there hoe A murren on all Prouerbes They say hunger breakes thorough stone walles but I am as gant as leane ribd famine yet I can burst through no stone walles O now sir Gefferey shewe thy valour breake prison and be hangd Nor shall the darkest nooke of hell containe the discontented sir Balurdos ghost Well I am out well I haue put off the prison to put on the rope O poore shotten herring what a pickle art thou in O hunger how thou dominer'st in my guts O for a fat leg of Ewe mutton in stewde broth or drunken song to feede on I could belch rarely for I am all winde O colde colde colde colde colde O poore knight ô poore sir Gefferey sing like an Vnicorne before thou dost dip thy horne in the water of death ô cold ô sing ô colde ô poore sir Geffrey sing sing CANTAT SCENA TERTIA ¶ Enter Antonio and Alberto at seuerall doores their rapiers drawne in their masking attyre Ant. VINDICTA Alb. Mellida Ant. Alberto Alb. Antonio Ant. Hath the Duke supt Alb. Yes and tryumphant reuels mount aloft The Duke drinkes deepe to ouerdowe his griefe The court is rackt to pleasure each man straines To faine a iocund eye The Florentine Ant. Young Galeatzo Alb. Euen he is mightie on our part The States of Venice ¶ Enter Pandulpho running in masking attyre Pan. Like high-swoln floods driue down the muddie dammes Of pent allegeance O my lustie bloods Heauen sits clapping of our enterprise I haue beene labouring generall fauour firme And I doe finde the citizens growne sick With swallowing the bloodie crudities Of black Pieros acts they faine would cast And vomit him from off their gouernement Now is the plot of mischiefe ript wide ope Letters are found twixt Strotzo and the Duke So cleare apparent yet more firmely strong By suiting circumstance that as I walkt Muffled to eues-drop speech I might obserue The grauer States-men whispering fearefully Here one giues nods hums what he would speake The rumour 's got 'mong troope of citizens Making lowde murmur with confused dinne One shakes his head and sighes O ill vs'd powre Another frets and sets his grinding teeth Foaming with rage and sweares this must not be Here one complots and on a sodaine starts And cries ô monstrous ô deepe villanie All knit there nerues and from beneath swoln brows Appeares a gloting eye of much mislike Whilst swart Pieros lips reake steame of wine Swallowes lust-thoughts deuours all pleasing hopes With strong imagination of what not O now Vindicta that 's the word we haue A royall vengeance or a royall graue Ant. Vindicta Bal. I am acolde Pan. Who 's there sir Geffrey Ba. A poor knight god wot the nose of thy knighthoode is bitten off with cold O poore sir Geffrey cold cold Pan. What chance of fortune hath tript vp his heels And laid him in the kennell ha Alb. I will discourse it all Poore honest soule Hadst thou a beuer to clasp vp thy face Thou shouldst associate vs in masquery And see reuenge Ba. Nay and you talke of reuenge my stomack 's vp For I am most tyrannically hungry A beuer I haue a headpeece a skull a braine of proofe I
warrant yee Alb. Slinke to my chamber then and tyre thee Bal. Is there a fire Alb. Yes Bal. Is there a fat leg of Ewe mutton Alb. Yes Bal. And a cleane shirt Alb. Yes Bal. Then am I for you most pathetically vnvulgarly law Exit Ant. Resolued hearts time curtals night opportunity shakes vs his foretop Steel your thoughts sharp your resolue imboldē your spirit grasp your swords alarum mischief with an vndāted brow out scout the grim opposition Of most menacing perill Harke here proud pomp shoots mounting tryumph vp Borne in lowde accents to the front of Ioue Pan. O now he that wants sowle to kill a slaue Let him die slaue and rot in pesants graue Ant. Giue me thy hand and thine most noble heart Thus will wee liue and but thus neuer part Exeunt twin'd together ¶ Cornets sound a Cynet SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Castilio and Forobosco two Pages with torches Lucio bare Piero and Maria Galeatzo two Senators and Nutriche ¶ Piero to Maria Pie SIt close vnto my breast heart of my loue Aduance thy drooping eyes Thy sonne is drownde Rich happinesse that such a sonne is drownde Thy husband 's deade life of my ioyes most blest In that the saplesse logge that prest thy bed With an vnpleasing waight being lifted hence Euen I Piero liue to warme his place I tell you Ladie had you view'd vs both With an vnpartiall eye when first we woo'd Your maiden beauties I had borne the prize T is firme I had for faire I ha done that Ma. Murder Pie Which he would quake to haue aduentur'd Thou know'st I haue Mari. Murdred my husband Pier. Borne out the shock of war done what not That valour durst Do'st loue me fairest say Ma. As I doe hate my son I loue thy soule Pie Why then Io to Hymen mount a loftie note Fill red cheekt Bacchus let Lyeus flote In burnisht gobblets Force the plump lipt god Skip light lauoltaes in your full sapt vaines T is well brim full Euen I haue glut of blood Let quaffe carouse I drinke this Burdeaux wine Vnto the health of deade Andrugio Feliche Strotzo and Antonios ghosts Would I had some poyson to infuse it with That hauing done this honour to the dead I might send one to giue them notice on t I would indeere my fauour to the full Boy sing alowd make heauens vault to ring With thy breaths strength I drink Now lowdly sing CANTAT ¶ The song ended the Cornets sound a Cynet SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Antonio Pandulfo and Alberto in maskery Balurdo and a torchbearer Pie CALL Iulio hither where 's the little fowle I sawe him not to day Here 's sport alone For him ifaith for babes and fooles I know Relish not substance but applaud the showe To the conspirators as they stand in ranke for the measure To Antonio Gal. All blessed fortune crown your braue attempt To Pandulpho I haue a troope to second your attempt To Alberto The Venice States ioyne hearts vnto your hands Pie By the delights in contemplation Of comming ioyes 't is magnificent You grace my mariage eue with sumptuous pompe Sound still lowde musick O your breath giues grace To curious feete that in proud measure pase Ant. Mother is Iulios bodie Ma. Speake not doubt not all is aboue all hope Ant. Then wil I daunce and whirle about the ayre Me thinks I am all sowle all heart all spirit Now murder shall receiue his ample merite ¶ The measure ¶ While the measure is dauncing Andrugios ghost is placed betwixt the musick houses Pie Bring hither suckets canded delicates Wee le taste some sweet meats gallants ere we sleep Ant. Wee le cooke your sweete meats gallants with tart sower sawce And. Here will I sit spectator of reuenge And glad my ghost in anguish of my foe The maskers whisper with Piero Piero Marry and shall ifaith I were too rude If I gainesaide so ciuill fashion The maskers pray you to forbeare the roome Till they haue banqueted Let it be so No man presume to visite them on death The maskers whisper againe Onely my selfe O why with all my heart I le fill your consort here Piero sits Come on vnmaske le ts fall to The conspirators binde Piero pluck out his tongue and tryumph ouer him Ant. Murder and torture no prayers no entreats Pan. Wee le spoyle your oratory Out with his tong Ant. I haue 't Pandulpho the vaines panting bleede Trickling fresh goare about my fist Bind fast so so And. Blest be thy hand I taste the ioyes of heauen Viewing my sonne tryumph in his blacke bloode Bal. Downe to the dungeon with him I le dungeon with him I le foole you sir Gefferey will be sir Geffrey I le tickle you Ant. Beholde black dogge Pan. Grinst thou thou snurling curre Alb. Eate thy black liuer Ant. To thine anguish see A foole tryumphant in thy misery Vex him Balurdo Pan. He weepes now doe I glorifie my hands I had no vengeance if I had no teares Ant. Fal to good Duke ô these are worthlesse cares You haue no stomack to them looke looke here Here lies a dish to feast thy fathers gorge Here 's flesh and blood which I am sure thou lou'st ¶ Piero seemes to condole his sonne Pan. Was he thy flesh thy son thy dearest sonne Ant. So was Andrugio my dearest father Pan. So was Feliche my dearest sonne ¶ Enter Maria Ma. So was Andrugio my dearest husband Ant. My father found no pittie in thy blood Pan. Remorse was banisht when thou slew'st my son Ma. When thou impoysoned'st my louing Lord Exilde was pietie An. Now therefore pittie piety remorse Be aliens to our thoughts grim fier-ey'd rage Possesse vs wholly Pan. Thy son true and which is my most ioy I hope no bastard but thy very blood Thy true begotten most legitimate And loued issue there 's the comfort on t Ant. Scum of the mud of hell Alb. Slime of all filth Mar. Thou most detested road Bal. Thou most retort and obtuse rascall Ant. Thus charge we death at thee remember hel And let the howling murmurs of black spirits The horrid torments of the damned Ghosts Affright thy sowle as it descendeth downe Into the intrals of the vgly deepe Pan. Sa sa no let him die and die and stil be dying ¶ They offer to runne all at Piero and on a sodain stop And yet not die till he hath di'd and di'd Ten thousand deathes in agonie of heart An. Now pel mell thus the hand of heauen chokes The throate of murder This for my fathers blood He stabs Piero Pan. This for my sonne Alb. This for them all And this and this sinke to the heart of hell They run all at Piero with their Rapiers Pan. Murder for murder blood for blood doth yell Andr. T is done and now my sowle shal sleep in rest Sons that reuenge their fathers blood are blest The curtaines being drawne Exit Andrugio SCENA SEXTA ¶ Enter Galeatzo two Senators Luceo Forobosco Castilio and Ladies 1. Sen. WHOSE hand presents this gory spectacle Anto. Mine Pan. No mine Alb. No mine Ant. I will not loose the glorie of the deede Were all the tortures of the deepest hell Fixt to my limbs I pearc't the monsters heart With an vndaunted hand Pan. By yon bright spangled front of heauen t was I T was I sluc't out his life bloode Alb. Tush to say truth t was all 2. Sen. Blest be you all and may your honours liue Religiously helde sacred euen for euer and euer Gal. To Antonio Thou art another Hercules to vs In ridding huge pollution from our State 1. Sen. Antonio beliefe is fortified With most inuincible approuemēts of much wrong By this Piero to thee We haue found Beadroles of mischiefe plots of villany Laide twixt the Duke and Strotzo which we found Too firmely acted 2. Sen. Alas poore Orphant An. Poore standing tryumphant ouer Belzebub Hauing large interest for blood yet deem'd poor 1. Sen. What satisfaction outward pomp can yield Or cheefest fortunes of the Venice state Claime freely You are well seasond props And will not warpe or leane to either part Calamity giues man a steddy heart Ant. We are amaz'd at your benignitie But other vowes constraine another course Pan. We know the world and did we know no more Wee would not liue to know but since constraint Of holy bands forceth vs keepe this lodge Of durts corruption till dread power cals Our soules appearance we will liue inclos'd In holy verge of some religious order Most constant votaries The curtaines are drawne Piero departeth Ant. First let 's cleanse our hands Purge hearts of hatred and intoumbe my loue Ouer whose hearse I le weepe away my braine In true affections teares For her sake here I vowe a virgine bed She liues in me with her my loue is deade 2. Sen. We will attend her mournfull exequies Conduct you to your calme sequestred life And then Maria Leaue vs to meditate on misery To sad our thought with contemplation Of past calamities If any aske Where liues the widdowe of the poisoned Lord Where lies the Orphant of a murdred father Where lies the father of a butchered son Where liues all woe conduct him to vs three The downe-cast ruines of calamitie And. Sound dolefull tunes a solemne hymn aduance To close the last act of my vengeance And when the subiect of your passion 's spent Sing Mellida is deade all hearts will relent In sad condolement at that heauie sound Neuer more woe in lesser plot was found And ô if euer time create a Muse That to th' immortall fame of virgine faith Dares once engage his pen to write her death Presenting it in some black Tragedie May it proue gratious may his stile be deckt With freshest bloomes of purest elegance May it haue gentle presence and the Sceans suckt vp By calme attention of choyce audience And when the closing Epilogue appeares In stead of claps may it obtaine but teares CANTANT Exeunt omnes Antonij vindictae FINIS