are but the shadowes of Princes bodies the least thicke cloud makes them inuisible FRA. There 's great moane made for him FLA. 'Faith for some few howers salt water will runne most plentifully in euery Office o' th Court But beleeue it most of them do but weepe ouer their step-mothers graues FRA. How meane you FLA. Why They dissemble as some men doe that liue within compasse o' th verge FRA. Come you haue thriu'd well vnder him FLA. 'Faith like a wolfe in a womans breast I haue beene fed with poultry but for money vnderstand me I had as good a will to cosen him as e're an Officer of them all But I had not cunning enough to doe it FRAN. What did'st thou thinke of him 'faith speake freely FLA. Hee was a kinde of States-man that would sooner haue reckond how many Cannon bullets he had discharged against a Towne to count his expence that way than how many of his valiant and deseruing subiects hee lost before it FRAN. O speake well of the Duke FLA. I haue done Will 't heare some of my Court wisedome Enter Lodouico To reprehend Princes is dangerous and to ouer-commend some of them is palpable lying FRAN. How is it with the Duke LOD. Most deadly ill Hee 's fall'n into a strange distraction Hee talkes of Battailes and Monopolies Leuying of taxes and from that descends To the most brain-sicke language His minde fastens On twentie seuerall obiects which confound Deepe Sence with follie Such a fearefull end May teach some men that beare too loftie crest Though they liue happiest yet they dye not best Hee hath conferr'd the whole State of the Dukedome Vpon your sister till the Prince arriue At mature age FLA. There 's some good lucke in that yet FRAN. See heere he comes Enter Brachiano presented in a bed Uittoria and others There 's death in 's face allready VIT. O my good Lord BRA. Away you haue abus'd mee You haue conuayd coyne forth our territories Bought and sold offices oppres'd the poore These speches are seuerall kinds of distractions and in the action should appeare so And I nere dreampt on 't Make vp your accountes I le now bee mine owne Steward FLA. Sir haue patience BRA. Indeed I am too blame For did you euer heare the duskie rauen Chide blacknesse or wa st euer knowne the diuell Raild against clouen Creatures VIT. O my Lord BRA. Let mee haue some quailes to supper FLA. Sir you shal BRA. No some fried dog-fish Your Quailes feed on poison That old dog-fox that Polititian Florence I le forsweare hunting and turne dog-killer Rare I le bee frindes with him for marke you sir one dog Still sets another a barking peace peace Yonder 's a fine slaue come in now FLA. Where BRA. Why there In a blew bonnet and a paire of breeches With a great codpeece Ha ha ha Looke you his codpeece is stucke full of pinnes With pearles o' th head of them Doe not you know him FLA. No my Lord BRA. Why 't is the Deuill I know him by a great rose he weares on 's shooe To hide his clouen foot I le dispute with him Hee 's a rare linguist VIT. My Lord heer 's nothing BRA. Nothing rare nothing when I want monie Our treasurie is emptie there is nothing I le not bee vs'd thus VIT. O! ly still my Lord BRA. See see Flamineo that kill'd his brother Is dancing on the ropes there and he carries A monie-bag in each hand to keepe him euen For feare of breaking 's necke And there 's a Lawyer In a gowne whipt with veluet stares and gapes When the mony will fall How the rogue cuts capers It should haue bin in a halter 'T is there what 's shee FLA. Uittoria my Lord BRA. Ha ha ha Her haire is sprinckled with Arras powder that makes her looke as if she had sinn'd in the Pastrie What 's hee FLA. A Diuine my Lord BRA. Hee will bee drunke Auoid him th' argument is fearefull when Church-men stagger in 't Brachiano seemes heare neare his end Lodouico Gasparo in the habit of Capuchins present him in his bed with a Crucifix and hallowed candle Looke you six gray rats that haue lost their tailes crall vp the pillow send for a Rat-cather I le doe a miracle I le free the Court From all foule vermin Where 's Flamineo FLA. I doe not like that hee names mee so often Especially on 's death-bed 't is a signe I shall not liue long see hee 's neere his end LOD. Pray giue vs leaue Attende Domine Brachiane FLA. See see how firmely hee doth fixe his eye Vpon the Crucifix VIT. O hold it constant It settles his wild spirits and so his eies Melt into teares LOD. Domine Brachiane solebas in bello tutus esse tuo clypeo nùnc hunc clypeum hostituo opponas infernali 〈…〉 the Cru 〈…〉 Ex. GAS. Olim hasta valuisti in bello nùnc hanc sacram hastam vibrabis contra hostem animarum 〈…〉 y the Ho 〈…〉 wed taper LOD. Attende Domine Brachiane si nunc quòque probas ea quae acta sunt inter nos flecte Caput in dextrum GAS. Esto securus Domine Brachiane cogita quantum habeas meritorum denique memineris meam animam pro tua oppignoratem si quid esset periculi LOD. Si nùnc quoque probas ea quae acta sunt inter nos flecte caput in leuum Hee is departing pray stand all apart And let vs onely whisper in his eares Some priuate meditations which our order Heare therest being departed Lodouico and Gasparo discouer themselues Permits you not to heare GAS. Brachiano LOD. Deuill Brachiano Thou art damn'd GAS. Perpetually LOD. A slaue condemn'd and giuen vp to the gallowes Is thy great Lord and Master GAS. True for thou Art giuen vp to the deuill LOD. O you slaue You that were held the famous Pollititian Whose art was poison GAS. And whose conscience murder LOD. That would haue broke your wiues necke downe the staires ere she was poison'd GAS. That had your villanous LOD. And fine imbrodered bottles sallets And perfumes Equally mortall with a winter plague GAS. Now there 's Mercarie LOD. And copperesse GAS. And quicke-siluer LOD. With other deuelish potticarie stuffe A melting in your polliticke braines do'st heare GAS. This is Count Lodouico LOD. This Gasparo And thou shalt die like a poore rogue GAS. And stinke Like a dead flie-blowne dog LOD. And be forgotten before thy funerall sermon BRA. Uittoria Uittoria LOD. O the cursed deuill Come to himselfe a gaine Wee are vndone Enter Vittoria and the attend againe GAS. Strangle him in priuate What will you call him To liue in treble torments for charitie For Christian charitie auoid the chamber LOD. You would prate Sir This is a true-loue knot Sent from the Duke of Florence Brachiano is strangled GAS. What is it done LOD. The snuffe is out No woman-keeper i' ch world Though shee had practis'd seuen yere at the Pest-house Could haue
FRAN. Sister this is not well my Lord why sister She merits not this welcome BRAC. Welcome say Shee hath giuen a sharpe welcome FRAN. Are you foolish Come dry your teares is this a modest course To better what is nought to raile and weepe Grow to a reconcilement or by heauen I 'le nere more deale betweene you ISA. Sir you shall not No though Uittoria vpon that condition Would become honest FRAN. Was your husband loud Since we departed ISA. By my life sir no I sweare by that I do not care to loose Are all these ruines of my former beauty Laid out for a whores triumph FRA. Do you heare Looke vpon other women with what patience They suffer these slight wrongs with what iustice They study to requite them take that course ISA. O that I were a man or that I had power To execute my apprehended wishes I would whip some with scorpions FRAN. What turn'd fury ISA. To dig the strumpets eyes out let her lye Some twenty monethes a dying to cut off Her nose and lippes pull out her rotten teeth Preserue her flesh like Mummia for trophies Of my iust anger Hell to my affliction Is meere snow-water by your fauour sir Brother draw neere and my Lord Cardinall Sir let me borrow of you but one kisse Hence-forth I 'le neuer lye with you by this This wedding ring FRA. How nere more lie with him ISA. And this diuorce shall be as truly kept As if in thronged Court a thousand eares Had heard it and a thousand Lawyers hands Seal'd to the separation BRAC. Nere lie with me ISA. Let not my former dotage Make thee an vnbeleuer this my vow Shall neuer on my soule be satisfied With my repentance manet alta mente repositum FRAN. Now by my birth you are a foolish mad And iealous woman BRA. You see 't is not my seeking FRAN. Was this your circle of pure Vnicornes horne You said should charme your Lord now hornes vpon thee For iealousy deserues them keepe your vow And take your chamber ISA. No sir I 'le presently to Padua I will not stay a minute MONT. O good Madame BRAC. 'T were best to let her haue her humor Some halfe daies iourney will bring downe her stomacke And then she 'le turne in post FRAN. To see her come To my Lord Cardinall for a dispensation Of her rash vow will beget excellent laughter ISA. Vnkindnesse do thy office poore heart breake Those are the killing greifes which dare not speake Exit MAR. Camill 's come my Lord Enter Camillo FRAN. Where 's the commission MAR. T is here FRAN. Giue me the Signet FLAM. My Lord do you marke their whispering I will compound a medicine out of their two heads stronger then garlick deadlier then stibium the Cantarides which are scarce seene to sticke vpon the flesh when they work to the heart shall not do it with more silence or inuisible cunning Enter Doctor BRAC. About the murder FLAM. They are sending him to Naples but I 'le send him to Candy her 's another property to BRAC. O the Doctor FLA. A poore quackesaluing knaue my Lord one that should haue bene lasht for 's letchery but that he confest a iudgement had an execution laid vpon him and so put the whip to a non-plus DOCT. And was consin'd my Lord by an arranter knaue then my selfe and made pay all the coulourable execution FLAM. He will shoot pils into a mans guts shall make them haue more ventages then a cornet or a lamprey hee will poyson a kisse and was once minded for his Master-peece because Ireland breeds no poyson to haue prepared a deadly vapour in a Spaniards fart that should haue poison'd all Dublin BRAC. O Saint Anthony fire DOCT. Your Secretary is merry my Lord FLAM. O thou cursed antipathy to nature looke his eyes bloud-shed like a needle a Chirurgeon stitcheth a wound with let me embrace thee toad loue thee ô thou abhominable lothsome gargarisme that will fetch vp lungs lights heart and liuer by scruples BRAC. No more I must employ thee honest Doctor You must to Padua and by the way vse some of your skil for vs DOC. Sir I shall BRAC. But for Camillo FLAM. He dies this night by such a polliticke straine Men shall suppose him by 's owne engine slaine But for your Dutchesse death DOCT. I 'le make her sure BRAC. Small mischiefes are by greater made secure FLAM. Remember this you slaue when knaues come to preferment they rise as gallouses are raised i' th low countries one vpon another shoulders Exeunt MONT. Here is an Embleme nephew pray peruse it 'T was throwne in at your window CAM. At my window Here is a Stag my Lord hath shed his hornes And for the losse of them the poore beast weepes The word Inopem me copia fecit MON. That is Plenty of hornes hath made him poore of hornes CAM. What should this meane MON. I le tell you 't is giuen out You are a Cocould CAM. Is it giuen out so I had rather such report as that my Lord Should keepe within dores FRAN. Haue you any children CAM. None my Lord FRA. You are the happier I le tell you a tale CAM. Pray my Lord FRAN. An old tale Vppon a time Phoebus the God of light Or him wee call the Sunne would neede be married The Gods gaue their consent and Mercury Was sent to voice it to the generall world But what a pitious cry their straight arose Amongst Smiths Felt-makers Brewers Cooks Reapers and Butter-women amongst Fishmongers And thousand other trades which are annoyed By his excessiue heate t was lamentable They came to Iupiter all in a sweat And do forbid the banes a great fat Cooke Was made their Speaker who intreates of Ioue That Phoebus might bee guelded for if now When there was but one Sunne so many men Weare like to perish by his violent heate What should they do if hee were married And should be more and those children Make fier-workes like their father so say I Only I will apply it to your wife Her issue should not prouidence preuent it Would make both nature time and man repent it MON. Looke you cossin Go change the aire for shame see if your absence Will blast your Cornucopia Marcello Is chosen with you ioint commissioner For the relieuing our Italian coast From pirats MAR. I am much honord in t CAM. But sir Ere I returne the Stagges hornes may be sprouted Greater then these are shed MONT. Do not feare it I 'le bee your ranger CAM. You must watch i' ch nights Then 's the most danger FRAN. Farewell good Marcello All the best fortunes of a Souldiers wish Bring you a ship-board CAM. Were I not best now I am turn'd Souldier E're that I leaue my wife sell all shee hath And then take leaue of her MONT. I expect good from you Your parting is so merry CAM. Merry my Lord a' th Captaines humor right I am resolued to be drunke this
should not haue sixe Benefices and if gentlemen enough so many earlie mushromes whose best growth sprang from a dunghill should not aspire to gentilitie Farewell Let others liue by begging Bee thou one of them practize the art of Wolnor in England to swallow all 's giuen thee and yet let one purgation make thee as hungrie againe as fellowes that worke in saw-pit I le go heare the scritch-owle Exit LOD. This was Brachiano's Pandar and 't is strange That in such open and apparant guilt Of his adulterous sister hee dare vtter So scandalous a passion I must wind him Enter Flamineo FLA. How dares this banisht Count returne to Rome His pardon not yet purchast I haue heard The deceast Dutchesse gaue him pension And that he came along from Padua I' th' traine of the yong Prince There 's somewhat in 't Phisitians that cure poisons still doe worke With counterpoisons MAR. Marke this strange incounter FLA. The God of Melancholie turne thy gall to poison And let the stigmaticke wrincles in thy face Like to the boisterous waues in a rough tide One still ouertake an other LOD. I doe thanke thee And I doe wish ingeniously for thy sake The dog-daies all yeare long FLA. How crokes the rauen Is our good Dutchesse dead LOD. Dead FLA. O fate Misfortune comes like the Crowners businesse Huddle vpon huddle LOD. Shalt thou I ioyne housekeeping FLA. Yes content Let 's bee vnsociably sociable LOD. Sit some three daies together and discourse FLA. Onely with making faces Lie in our clothes LOD. With faggots for our pillowes FLA. And bee lowsie LOD. In taffeta lininges that 's gentile melancholie Sleepe all day FLA. Yes and like your melancholike hare Feed after midnight Wee are obserued see how yon couple greue LOD. What a strange creature is a laughing foole As if man were created to no vse But onely to shew his teeth FLA. I le tell thee what It would doe well in stead of looking glasses To set ones face each morning by a sawcer Of a witches congealed bloud LOD. Pretious gue Wee l neuer part FLA. Neuer till the beggerie of Courtiers The discontent of church-men want of souldiers And all the creatures that hang manacled Worse then strappado'd on the lowest fellie Of fortunes wheele be taught in our two liues Enter Antonelli To scorne that world which life of meanes depriues AN. My Lord I bring good newes The Pope on 's death-bed At th' earnest suit of the great Duke of Florence Hath sign'd your pardon and restor'd vnto you LOD. I thanke you for your news Look vp againe Flamineo see my pardon FLAM. Why do you laugh There was no such condition in our couenant LOD. Why FLAM. You shall not seeme a happier man then I You know our vow sir if you will be merry Do it i' th like posture as if some great man Sate while his enemy were executed Though it be very letchery vnto thee Doo 't with a crabbed Polititians face LOD. Your sister is a damnable whore FLAM. Ha LOD. Looke you I spake that laughing FLAM. Dost euer thinke to speake againe LOD: Do you heare Wil 't sel me fourty ounces of her bloud To water a mandrake FL. Poore Lord you did vow To liue a lowzy creature LOD. Yes FLA. Like one That had for euer forfaited the day-light By being in debt LOD. Ha ha FLAM. I do not greatly wonder you do breake Your Lordship learn't long since But I le tell you LOD. What FLA. And 't shall sticke by you LOD. I long for it FLAM. This laughter scuruily becomes your face If you will not be melancholy be angry Strikes him See now I laugh too MAR. You are to blame I le force you hence LOD. Vnhand me Exit Mar. Flam. That ere I should be forc't to right my selfe Vpon a Pandar ANT. My Lord LOD. H 'had bene as good met with his fist a thunderbolt GAS. How this shewes LOD. Vds' death how did my sword misse him These rogues that are most weary of their liues Still scape the greatest dangers A pox vpon him all his reputation Nay all the goodnesse of his family Is not worth halfe this earthquake I learnt it of no fencer to shake thus Come I 'le forget him and go drinke some wine Exeunt Enter Franciso and Monticelso MON. Come come my Lord vntie your foulded thoughts And let them dangle loose as a brid's haire Your sister 's poisoned FRA. Farre bee it from my thoughts To seeke reuenge MON. What are you turn'd all marble FRA. Shall I defye him and impose a warre Most burthensome on my poore subiects neckes Which at my will I haue not power to end You know for all the murders rapes and thefts Committed in the horred lust of warre He that vniustly caus'd it first proceed Shall finde it in his graue and in his seed MON. That 's not the course I 'de wish you pray obserue me We see that vndermining more preuailes Then doth the Canon Beare your wrongs conceal'd And patient as the Tortoise let this Cammell Stalke o're your back vnbruis'd sleep with the Lyon And let this brood of secure foolish mice Play with your nosthrils till the time bee ripe For th' bloudy audit and the fatall gripe Aime like a cunning fowler close one eie That you the better may your game espy FRA. Free me my innocence frō treacherous actes I know ther 's thunder yonder and I 'le stand Like a safe vallie which low bends the knee To some aspiring mountaine since I know Treason like spiders weauing nets for flies By her foule worke is found and in it dies To passe away these thoughts my honour'd Lord It is reported you possesse a booke Wherein you haue quoted by intelligence The names of all notorious offenders Lurking about the Citty MON. Sir I doe And some there are which call it my blacke booke Well may the title hold for though it teach not The Art of coniuring yet in it lurke The names of many deuils FRAN. Pray let 's see it MON. I 'le fetch it to your Lordship FRA. Monticelso Exit Monticelso I will not trust thee but in all my plots I 'le rest as iealous as a Towne besieg'd Thou canst not reach what I intend to act Your flax soone kindles soone is out againe But gold slow heat's and long will hot remaine MON. 'T is here my Lord Enter Mont. FRA. First your Intelligencers pray let 's see Fran. with MON. Their number rises strangely And some of them You 'd Take for honest men Next are Pandars These are your Pirats and these following leaues For base rogues that vndo yong Gentlemen By taking vp commodities for pollitick bankroupts For fellowes that are bawdes to their owne wiues Onely to put off horses and slight iewels Clockes defac't plate and such commodities At birth of their first children FRA. Are there such MON. These are for Impudent baudes That go in mens apparell for vsurers That share with scriueners for their good
shall startle your bloud Nor blame me that this passion I reueale Louers dye inward that their flames conceale FLA. Of all intelligence this may proue the best Sure I shall draw strange fowle from this foule nest Exeunt Enter Marcello and Cornelia COR. I heare a whispering all about the Court you are to fight who is your opposite What is the quarrell MRA. 'T is an idle rumour COR. Will you dissemble sure you do not well To fright me thus you neuer look thus pale But when you are most angry I do charge you Vpon my blessing nay I 'le call the Duke And he shall schoole you MAR. Publish not a feare Which would conuert to laughter 't is not so Was not this Crucifix my fathers COR. Yes MAR. I haue heard you say giuing my brother sucke Hee tooke the Crucifix betweene his hands Enter Flamineo And broke a limbe off COR. Yes but 't is mended FLA. I haue brought your weapon backe Flamineo runnes COR. Ha O my horrour Marcello through MAR. You haue brought it home indeed COR. Helpe oh he 's murdered FLA. Do you turne your gaule vp I 'le to sanctuary And send a surgeon to you HOR. How o' th ground MAR. O mother now remember what I told Of breaking off the Crucifix farewell Enter Car. Hort. Pedro There are some sinnes which heauen doth duly punish In a whole family This it is to rise By all dishonest meanes Let all men know That tree shall long time keepe a steddy foote Whose branches spread no wilder then the roote COR. O my perpetuall sorrow HOR. Vertuous Marcello Hee 's dead pray leaue him Lady come you shall COR. Alas he is not dead hee 's in a trance Why here 's no body shall get any thing by his death Let me call him againe for Gods sake CAR. I would you were deceiu'd COR. O you abuse mee you abuse me you abuse me How many haue gone away thus for lacke of tendance reare vp 's head reare vp 's head His bleeding inward will kill him HOR. You see hee is departed COR. Let mee come to him giue mee him as hee is if hee bee turn'd to earth let mee but giue him one heartie kisse and you shall put vs both into one coffin fetch a looking glasse see if his breath will not staine it or pull out some feathers from my pillow and lay them to his lippes will you loose him for a little paines taking HOR. Your kindest office is to pray for him COR. Alas I would not pray for him yet Hee may liue to lay mee i th' ground and pray for mee if you 'l let mee come to him Enter Brachiano all armed saue the beauer with Flamineo BRA. Was this your handy-worke FLA. It was my misfortune COR. Hee lies hee lies hee did not kill him these haue kill'd him that would not let him bee better look't to BRA. Haue comfort my greiu'd Mother COR. O you scritch-owle HOR. Forbeare good Madam COR. Let mee goe let mee goe Shee runes to Flamineo with her knif drawne and comming to him lets it fall The God of heauen forgiue thee Do'st not wonder I pray for thee I le tell thee what 's the reason I haue scarce breath to number twentie minutes I de not spend that in cursing Fare thee well Halfe of thy selfe lies there and maist thou liue To fill an howre-glasse with his mouldred ashes To tell how thou shouldst spend the time to come In blest repentance BRA. Mother pray tell mee How came hee by his death what was the quarrell COR. Indeed my yonger boy presum'd too much Vpon his manhood gaue him bitter wordes Drew his sword first and so I know not how For I was out of my wits hee fell with 's head Iust in my bosome PAGE This is not trew Madam COR. I pray thee peace One arrow 's graz'd allready it were vaine T' lose this for that will nere bee found againe BRA. Go beare the bodie to Corneliá lodging And wee commaund that none acquaint our Dutchesse With this sad accident for you Flamineo Hearke you I will not graunt your pardon FLA. No BRA. Onely a lease of your life And that shall last But for one day Thou shalt be forc't each euening to renew it or be hang'd FLA. At your pleasure Lodouico sprinckles Brachiano's beuer with a poison Your will is law now I le not meddle with it BRA. You once did braue mee in your sisters lodging I 'le now keepe you in awe for 't Where 's our beauer FRAN. Hee cals for his destruction Noble youth I pitty thy sad fate Now to the barriers This shall his passage to the blacke lake further The last good deed hee did he pardon'd murther Exeunt Charges and shoutes They fight at Barriers first single paires then three to three Enter Brachiano Flamineo with others BRA. An Armorer vds death an Armorer FLA. Armorer where 's the Armorer BRA. Teare off my beauer FLA. Are you hurt my Lord BRA. O my braine 's on fire Enter Armorer The helmet is poison'd ARM. My Lord vpon my soule BRA. Away with him to torture There are some great ones that haue hand in this And neere about me VIT. O my loued Lord poisoned FLA. Remoue the barre heer 's vnfortunate reuls Call the Physitions a plague vpon you Ent. 2 Physitian Wee haue to much of your cunning here already I feare the Embassadours are likewise poyson'd BRA. Oh I am gone already the infection Flies to the braine and heart O thou strong heart There 's such a couenant 'tweene the world and it They 're loath to breake GIO. O my most loued father BRA. Remoue the boy away Where 's this good woman had I infinite worlds They were too little for thee Must I leaue thee What say you scritch-owles is the venomne mortall PHYS. Most deadly BRA. Most corrupted pollitick hangmā You kill without booke but your art to saue Failes you as oft as great mens needy friends I that haue giuen life to offending slaues And wretched murderers haue I not power To lengthen mine owne a twelue-month Do not kisse me for I shall poyson thee This vnction is sent from the great Duke of Florence FRA. Sir bee of comforts BRA. O thou soft naturall death that art ioint-twin To sweetest slumber no rough-bearded Comet Stares on thy milde departure the dull Owle Beates not against thy casement the hoarse wolfe Sents not thy carion Pitty windes thy coarse Whilst horrour waights on Princes VIT. I am lost for euer BRAC. How miserable a thing it is to die 'Mongst women howling What are those FLA. Franciscant They haue brought the extreame vnction BRA. On paine of death let no man name death to me It is a word infinitely terrible Withdraw into our Cabinet Exeunt but Francisco and Flamineo FLA. To see what solitarinesse is about dying Princes As heretofore they haue vnpeopled Townes diuorst friends and made great houses vnhospitable so now ô iustice where are their flatterers now Flatterers
courtly Pattent to beg by VIT. You are a villaine FLA. Is 't come to this the say affrights cure agues Thou hast a Deuill in thee I will try If I can scarre him from thee Nay sit still My Lord hath left me yet two case of Iewels Shall make me scorne your bounty you shall see thē VIT. Sure hee 's distracted ZAN. O he 's desperate He enter with two of pistols For your owne safety giue him gentle language FLA. Looke these are better far at a dead list Then all your iewell house VIT. And yet mee thinkes These stones haue no faire lustre they are ill set FLA. I 'le turne the right side towards you you shall see how the will sparkle VIT. Turne this horror from mee What do you want what would you haue mee doe Is not all mine yours haue I any children FLA. Pray theee good woman doe not trouble mee With this vaine wordly businesse say your prayers I made a vow to my deceased Lord Neither your selfe nor I should out-liue him The numbring of foure howers VIT. Did he enioyne it FLA. He did and 't was a deadly iealousy Least any should enioy thee after him That vrg'd him vow me to it For my death I did propound it voluntarily knowing If hee could not be safe in his owne Court Being a great Duke what hope then for vs VIT. This is your melancholy and dispaire FLA. Away Foole thou art to thinke that Polititians Do vse to kill the effects of iniuries And let the cause liue shall we groane in irons Or be a shamefull and a waighty burthen To a publicke scaffold This is my resolue I would not liue at any mans entreaty Nor dye at any 's bidding VIT. Will you heare me FLA. My life hath done seruice to other men My death shall serue mine owne turne make you ready VIT. Do you meane to die indeed FLA. With as much pleasure As e're my father gat me VIT. Are the dores lockt ZAN. Yes Madame VIT. Are you growne an Atheist will you turne your body Which is the goodly pallace of the soule To the soules slaughter house ô the cursed Deuill Which doth present vs with all other sinnes Thrice candied ore Despaire with gaule and stibium Yet we carouse it off Cry out for helpe Makes vs forsake that which was made for Man The world to sinke to that was made for deuils Eternall darkenesse ZAN. Helpe helpe FLA. I 'le stop your With Winter plums VIT. I prethee yet remember throate Millions are now in graues which at last day Like Mandrakes shall rise shreeking FLA. Leaue your prating For these are but grammaticall laments Feminine arguments and they moue me As some in Pulpits moue their Auditory More with their exclamation then sence Of reason or sound Doctrine ZAN. Gentle Madam Seeme to consent onely perswade him teach The way to death let him dye first VIT. 'T is good I apprehend it To kill one's selfe is meate that we must take Like pils not chew 't but quickly swallow it The smart a' th wound or weakenesse of the hand May else bring trebble torments FLA. I haue held it A wretched and most miserable life Which is not able to dye VIT. O but frailty Yet I am now resolu'd farewell affliction Behold Brachiano I that while you liu'd Did make a flaming Altar of my heart To sacrifice vnto you Now am ready To sacrifice heart and all Fare-well Zanche ZAN. How Madam Do you thinke that I 'le out-liue you Especially when my best selfe Flamineo Goes the same voiage FLA. O most loued Moore ZAN. Onely by all my loue let me entreat you Since it is most necessary none of vs Do violence on our selues let you or I Be her sad taster teach her how to dye FLA. Thou dost instruct me nobly take these pistols Because my hand is stain'd with bloud already Two of these you shall leuell at my brest Th' other gainst your owne and so we 'le dye Most equally contented But first sweare Not to out-liue me VIT. MOO. Most religiously FLA. Then here 's an end of me fare-well day-light And ô contemtible Physike that dost take So long a study onely to preserue So short a life I take my leaue of thee These are two cupping-glasses that shall draw Shewing pistols All my infected bloud out Are you ready BOTH Ready FLA. Whither shall I go now O Lucian thy ridiculous Purgatory to finde Alexander the great cobling shooes Pompey tagging points and Iulius Caesar making haire buttons Haniball selling blacking and Augustus crying garlike Charlemaigne selling lists by the dozen and King Pippin crying Apples in a cart drawn with one horse Whether I resolue to Fire Earth water Aire Or all the Elements by scruples I know not Nor greatly care Shoote shoote Of all deaths the violent death is best For from our selues it steales our selues so fast They shoot and run to him tread vpon him The paine once apprehended is quite past VIT. What are you drop't FLA. I am mixt with Earth already As you are Noble Performe your vowes and brauely follow mee VIT. Whither to hell ZAN. To most assured damnation VIT. O thou most cursed deuill ZAN. Thou art caught VIT. In thine owne Engine I tread the fire out That would haue bene my ruine FLA. Will you be periur'd what a religious oath was Stix that the Gods neuer durst sweare by and violate ô that wee had such an oath to minister and to be so well kept in our Courts of Iustice VIT. Thinke whither thou art going ZAN. And remēber What villanies thou hast acted VIT. This thy death Shall make me like a blazing ominous starre Looke vp and tremble FLA. O I am caught with a springe VIT. You see the Fox comes many times short ho me 'T is here prou'd true FLA. Kild with a couple of braches VIT. No fitter offring for the infernall furies Then one in whom they raign'd while hee was liuing FLA. O the waies darke and horrid I cannot see Shall I haue no company VIT. O yes thy sinnes Do runne before thee to fetch fire from hell To light thee thither FLA. O I smell soote most sinking soote the chimneis a fire My liuers purboil'd like scotch holly-bread There 's a plumber laying pipes in my guts it scalds Wilt thou out-liue mee ZAN. Yes and driue a stake Through thy body for we 'le giue it out Thou didst this violence vpon thy selfe FLA. O cunning Deuils now I haue tri'd your loue And doubled all your reaches I am not wounded Flamineo riseth The pistols held no bullets 't was a plot To proue your kindnesse to mee and I liue To punish your ingratitude I knew One time or other you would finde a way To giue me a strong potion ò Men That lye vpon your death-beds and are haunted With howling wiues neere trust them they 'le re-marry Ere the worme peirce your winding sheete ere the Spider Make a thinne curtaine for your Epitaphes How cunning you were to
discharge Do you practise at the Artillery yard Trust a woman neuer neuer Brachiano bee my president we lay our soules to pawne to the Deuill for a little pleasure and a woman makes the bill of sale That euer man should marry For one Hypermnestra that sau'd her Lord and husband forty nine of her sisters cut their husbands throates all in one night There was a shole of vertuous horse-leeches Here are two other Instruments Enter Lod. Gasp. Pedro Carlo VIT. Helpe helpe FLA. What noise is that hah falce keies i' th Court LOD. We haue brought you a Maske FLA. A matachine it By your drawne swords seemes Church-men turn'd reuellers CON. Isabella Isabella LOD. Doe you know vs now FLA. Lodouico and Gasparo LOD. Yes and that Moore the Duke gaue pention to Was the great Duke of Florence VIT. O wee are lost FLA. You shall not take Iustice from forth my hands O let me kill her I le cut my safty Through your coates of steele Fate 's a Spaniell Wee cannot beat it from vs what remaines now Let all that doe ill take this president Man may his Fate foresce but not preuent And of all Axiomes this shall winne the prise 'T is better to be fortunate then wise GAS. Bind him to the pillar VIT. O your gentle pitty I haue seene a black-bird that would sooner fly To a mans bosome then to stay the gripe Of the feirce Sparrow-hawke GAS. Your hope deceiues you VIT. If Florence be i th Court would hee would kill mee GAS. Foole Princes giue rewards with their owne hands But death or punishment by the handes of others LOD. Sirha you once did strike mee I le strike you Into the Center FLA. Thou l't doe it like a hangeman a base hangman Not like a noble fellow for thou seest I cannot strike againe LOD. Dost laugh FLA. Wouldst haue me dye as I was borne in whining GAS. Recommend your selfe to heauen FLA. Noe I will carry mine owne commendations thither LOD. Oh could I kill you forty times a day And vs't foure yeere together 't weare to little Nought greeu's but that you are to few to feede The famine of our vengeance What dost thinke on FLA. Nothing of nothing leaue thy idle questions I am i th way to study a long silence To prate were idle I remember nothing Ther 's nothing of so infinit vexation As mans owne thoughts LOD. O thou glorious strumpet Could I deuide thy breath from this pure aire When 't leaues thy body I would sucke it vp And breath 't vpon some dunghill VIT. You my Deaths man Me thinkes thou doest not looke horrid enough Thou hast to good a face to be a hang-man If thou be doe thy office in right forme Fall downe vpon thy knees and aske forgiuenesse LOD. O thou hast bin a most prodigious comet But I le cut of your traine kill the Moore first VIT. You shall not kill her first behould my breast I will be waited on in death my seruant Shall neuer go before mee GAS. Are you so braue VIT. Yes I shall wellcome death As Princes doe some great Embassadors I le meete thy weapon halfe way LOD. Thou dost tremble Mee thinkes feare should dissolue thee into ayre VIT. O thou art deceiu'd I am to true a woman Conceit can neuer kill me I le tell thee what I will not in my death shed one base teare Or if looke pale for want of blood not feare CAR. Thou art my taske blacke fury ZAN. I haue blood As red as either of theirs wilt drinke some 'T is good for the falling sicknesse I am proud Death cannot alter my complexion For I shall neere looke pale LOD. Strike strike With a Ioint motion VIT. 'T was a manly blow The next thou giu'st murder some sucking Infant And then thou wilt be famous FLA. O what blade i st A Toledo or an English Fox I euer thought a Cutler should distinguish The cause of my death rather then a Doctor Search my wound deeper tent it with the steele that made it VIT. O my greatest sinne lay in my blood Now my blood paies for 't FLA. Th' art a noble sister I loue thee now if woeman doe breed man Shee ought to teach him manhood Fare thee well Know many glorious woemen that are fam'd For masculine vertue haue bin vitious Onely a happier silence did betyde them Shee hath no faults who hath the art to hide them VIT. My soule like to a ship in a blacke storme Is driuen I know not whither FLA. Then cast ancor Prosperity doth bewitch men seeming cleere But seas doe laugh shew white when Rocks are neere Wee cease to greiue cease to be fortunes slaues Nay cease to dye by dying Art thou gonne And thou so neare the bottome falce reporte Which saies that woemen vie with the nine Muses For nine tough durable liues I doe not looke Who went before nor who shall follow mee Noe at my selfe I will begin and end While we looke vp to heauen wee confound Knowledge with knowledge ô I am in a mist VIT. O happy they that neuer saw the Court Nor euer knew great Man but by report Vittoria dyes FLA, I recouer like a spent taper for a flash And instantly go out Let all that belong to Great men remember th' ould wiues tradition to be like the Lyons i th Tower on Candlemas day to mourne if the Sunne shine for feare of the pittifull remainder of winter to come 'T is well yet there 's some goodnesse in my death My life was a blacke charnell I haue cought An euerlasting could I haue lost my voice Most irrecouerably Farewell glorious villaines This busie trade of life appeares most vaine Since rest breeds rest where all seeke paine by paine Let no harsh flattering Bels resound my knell Strike thunder and strike lowde to my farewell Dyes Enter Embassad: and Giouanni ENG. and E. This way this way breake ope the doores this way LOD. Ha are wee betraid Why then le ts constantly dye all together And hauing finisht this most noble deede Defy the worst of fate not feare to bleed ENG. Keepe backe the Prince shoot shoot LOD. O I am wounded I feare I shall be tane GIO. You bloudy villaines By what authority haue you committed This Massakre LOD. By thine GIO. Mine LOD. Yes thy vnckle which is a part of thee enioyn'd vs to 't Thou knowst me I am sure I am Count Lodowicke And thy most noble vnckle in disguise Was last night in thy Court GIO. Ha! CAR. Yes that Moore thy father chose his pentioner GIO. He turn'd murderer Away with them to prison and to torture All that haue hands in this shall tast our iustice As I hope heauen LOD. I do glory yet That I can call this act mine owne For my part The racke the gallowes and the torturing wheele Shall bee but sound sleepes to me here 's my rest I limb'd this night-peece and it was my best GIO. Remoue the bodies see my honoured Lord what vse you ought make of their punishment Let guilty men remember their blacke deedes Do leane on cruthes made of slender reedes In stead of an Epilogue onely this of Martial supplies me Haec fuerint nobis praemia si placui Enter Corombona For the action of the play t was generally well and I dare affirme with the Ioint testimony of some of their owne quality for the true imitation of life without striuing to make nature a monster the best that euer became them whereof as I make a generall acknowledgement so in particular I must remember the well approued industry of my freind Maister Perkins and confesse the worth of his action did Crowne both the beginning and end FINIS