be tender over her Nurs. Tender quoth a I 'me sure my heeles are growne as hard as hoofes with trotting for her I 'le put you in one comfort Flo. What 's that Nurse Nurs. In her greatest conflict sh 'as had a worthy feeling of her selfe Exit Flo. So so I 'me glad of it my Lord of Pisa Vnder this common blow which might have strooke the strongest heart here pray doe not you shrinke Pisa Sicknes is lifes retainer Sir and I What is not to be shun'd beare patiently But had she health as sound as hath the spring She wo'd to me prove sickly Autumne still Flo. Oh say not so Pis. I finde it for being loyall As the touch-needle to one starre still turning I loose that starre my faith is paid with scorning Who then with eagles wings of faith and truth W'ud in her sun-beames plaie away his youth And kisse those flames which burne but out mine eyes With scalding rivers of her cruelties Flo. 'T is but her way-ward sicknes casts this eye of slightnes on you Pis. 'T is my Lord her hate For when death sits even almost on her browes She spreads her armes abroad to welcome him When in my bridall-bed I finde a grave Flo. Now Mutio Enter Mutio. Mut. There 's a French-man come to court A profest Doctour that has seen the Princesse And will on her recovery pawne his life Flor. Comfort from heaven I hope let 's see this Doctour Enter Angelo like a Doctour Baptista his man Flo. Welcome good Doctour have you seen my daughter Restore her health and nothing in my Duke-dome Shall be too deare for thee how doe you Iudge her Ang. Be me trat me Lord I finde her a very bad lady no well Flo. Piero take the Duke of Pisa pray and be your sisters visi Piero Sir we shall if the Duke please tants Pisa The poysoned may drinke gall Exit Flo. Attend the Duke Enter Cargo with a letter Caego. The party Sir Nico. Thou shalt have Caesars pay my Coach Car. Old Ianuary goes to lie with May Exit Flo. Doctor I thus have singled you to sound The depth of my girles sicknes that if no skill Of man can save her I against heavens will May arme my breast with patience therefore be free Ang. By my tra' and fa'my Lor me no point can play The hound and fawne upon de most puissant Roy in de world A French-man beare the brave minde for dat Flo. So so I like him better Ang. Me gra tanke you now for de maladie of de Princesse Me one two tre time feele her pulse and ron up and downe all De oder parts of her body and finde noting but dat She be trobla with le gran desire of de man Flo. A great desire of a man Ang. A my trat 't is verament she longa to do some ting in Love uponle gentle home Flo. Doctor thou hit'st her heart 't is there shee 's wounded By a poyson'd Arrow shot from a villaines hand One Angelo of the Lotti Familie And till that head be pluckt out shee will pine Vnlesse controul'd by some deepe Art of thine Ang. All tings possibela me fall undergoe mee ha read Gallen Hipocratus Avicen but no point can peeke out le remedie for de Madam in de bryars of love Flo. No medicine you say in any of them for Love Ang. Ayme trat not worth a lowse onely in my perigrination about le grand gloabe of de world me find out a fine trick for make a de man and Voman doe dat is tickla in love Flo. The man and the woman doe how doe how doe Ang. To be cura and all whole Admirable vell Flo. As how pray Ang. Me have had under my fingera many brave vench and most Noble gentle Dames dat have bee much troubla upon de wilde vorme in de taile for de man Flo. Very good Ang. And bee my tra my Lord by experement me finde dat de heart of de man you understanda me Flo. Yes yes the heart of the man Ang. Wee wee de heart of de man being all dry as peppera Flo. So so Ang. And rub upon de ting vat you call it fall make it moulder all to crumble and dust Flo. Oh oh a Grater Ang. Ee by my tra you say vell rub a de mans dry Art upon de Grater and drinke de powder in de pot le Vine by de Gentle-voman and by gars-blor she presentamently kick up de heele at de man she lova Flo. Excellent Ang. No point more remembra but cry out le French poo upon le varlet Flo. So shee will hate her lover Ang. Be-gar as my selfe hate le puz-cat cry mew at my shin and vill have de rombling a de gut for de other gentle home Flo. Thou com'st up close to me now my brave Doctor Ang. Be-gar me hope so and derfore my Lord apply le desperate Medicine to le perilous maladie and have dis Angelo be cut in de troate and be man-slaughtered Flo. You then advise me to have Angelo slaine Ang, Wee Flo. And then to have my daughter drincke his heart Ang. Wee wee Flo. Grated and dried and so Ang. Wee wee wee Flo. I wo'd I grip'd it fast now in this hand And eat it panting hot to teach a peasant To climbe above his being Doctor hee dies Ang. Knocka de pate downe be-gar Flo. But stay stay hee 's fled Florence It will bee A worke to find him first out and being found A taske to kill him for our Gallants speake Much of his worth The varlet is valiant Ang. No matera for dat for-two tree foure crowne dar be Rascalls fall run him in on de backe-shide Flor. He shall be sought for and being found he dies Ang. Pray my lor' suffera le Princesse and me for be in private Le Doctor uses for toucha doe Ooman Flo. Doe so whil'st I for Angeloes death use speede For till I have his heart mine owne must bleede Exit Enter Baptista Ang. Oh my Baptista Bapt. I have heard the thunder aym'd at your life Ang. And it will strike me dead With a most soddaine and Invisible blowe Bapt. Now that you see his vengeance apt to fall Flie from it Ang. How Bapt. By fayre and free accesse Open your dangers to your Mistris eyes Where shee starke mad so she be mad for love You 'le bring her to her witts if wisely now You put her into th' way Gold bar'd with locks Is best being stolne steale her then Ang. 'T is but a wracke at most Oh on what boisterous Seas is True love tost Exeunt Actus Tertius Scaena prima Trumpets sounding Enter an Vsher bare perfuming a roome Signinior Torrenti gorgeously attyred a company of Gallants Tor. THis Roome smells 1. Gal. It has bin new perfum'd Tor. Then 't is your breeches stand off and shines there say you a Sun in our horizon full as glorious as we our selfe 2. Gal. So
matter Tib. I 'me ill exceeding ill Alp. That 's not well Tib. Sure I did surfet at Lord Vannies Alp. Surfet you eate some Meate against your stomack Tib. No but I had a stomack to one dish and the not tasting it makes me sick at heart Alp. Was it fish or flesh Tib. Flesh sure if I hit the marke right Alp. I' st not the missing of a marke which you long to hit Makes you draw sighes in stead of arrowes Tib. Would I had beene a thousand leagues from thence When I sat downe at 's table or bin partner With Angelo Lotti in his banishment Oh! sister Alphonsina there I dranke My bane the strongest poison that e're man Drew from a Ladies eye now swelling in me Alp. By casting of thy water thy I guesse thou would'st Have a medcine for the greene sicknes Tib. 'T is a greene wound indeed Alp. Tent it tent it and keepe it from ranckling you are Over head and eares in love Tib. I am and with such mortall Arrowes pierc't I shall fall downe Alp. There 's no hurt in that Tib. And dye unlesse he her pitty Send me a quicke and sweete recovery Alp. And faith what doctresse is she must call you patient Tib. Faire Dariene the Lord Vannies wife Alp. How Dariene can no feather fit you but the broach in an Old mans hatt were there so many dainty dishes To fill your belly and must you needs long for that dish The master of the house setts up for his owne tooth Tib. Could love be like a subject tied to lawes Then might you speake this language Alp. Love a disease as common with young-gallants as Swaggering and drinking Tobacco there 's not one Of 'um all but will to day ly drawing on for a Woman as if they were puffing and blowing at a streight boot And to morrow be ready to knock at deathes doore But I wo'd faine see one of you enter and set in His staffe Tib. You shall see me then do so Alp. I shall looke so old first I shall be taken for thy grandame come come 't is but a worme betweene the skinne And the flesh and to be taken out with the point of a Waiting-womans needle as well as a great Countesses Tib. If this be all the comfort you will lend me Would you might leave me Alp. Leave thee in sicknes I had more need give thee a Caudle and thrust thy adle-head into a night-Capp for looke you brother Tib. Even what you will must out Alp. If what you will might so too then would you be in Tune I warrant if the sucket stood here before Thee thy stomach would goe against it Tib. Yes sure my stomack would goe against it 'T is onely that which breeds in me despaire Alp. Despaire for a woman they hang about mens Neckes in some places thicker then hope upon poles Tib. Her walls of chastitie cannot be beaten downe Alp. Walls of chastitie walls of wafer-cakes I have Knowne a woman carry a fether-bed and a man in 't In her minde when in the streete she cast up the white of Her eye like a Puritane Tib. Sister you do but stretch me on the racke And with a laughing cheeke increase my paine Be rather pitifull and ease my torments By teaching me how in this dreadfull storme I may escape ship-wrack and attaine that shore Where I may live heere else I 'me sure to die Alp. Well brother since you will needs saile by such a Starre as I shall point out looke you heere it is if she were Your Fether-makers Taylors or Barbers wife Baite a hooke with gold and with it Tib. I doe conjure you by that noble blood Which makes me call you sister cease to powre Poison into a wound so neere my heart And if to cure Loves-paines there be an Art Woman me thinkes should know it cause she breeds it Alp. That cunning woman you take me to be and because I see you dissemble not heer 's my medcine Tib. I shall for ever thanke you Alp. First send for your Barber Tib. For heavens sake Alp. Your barber shall not come to rob you of your beard I 'le deale in no concealements Tib. Oh! fie fie fie Alp. But let him by rubbing of you quicken Your spirits Tib. So so Alp. Then whistle your gold-finches your gallants to your fist Tib. Y' ar mad y' ar mad Alp. Into a Tanerne Drinke stiffe sweare stiffe have your musicke and your brace dance and whiffe Tobacco Till all smoake Agen and split Sir Tib. You split my very heart in pieces Alp. And doe thus but till the Moore cutts off her hornes Laugh in the day and sleepe in the night and this wenching fier will be burnt out of you Tib. Away away cruell you are to kill When to give life you have both power and skill Exit Alp. Alas poore brother now I pitty thee and wo'd doe Any thing to helpe thee to thy longing but that a Gap must be broken in another mans hedge to rob His orchard within there Luca Angelo give him Musick Musicke has helpt some mad-men let it then Charme him Love makes fooles of the wisest men Exit Enter at one doore Angelo Lotti and Baptista at the other Piero and Iaspero Pier. Yonder 's that villaine keepe off Iaspero This prey I 'le cease All draw Iasp. Be more advised Sir Bap. At whose life shoote you Pier. At that slaves there Ang. Slave I know you for the Dukes sonne but I know no cause of quarrell or this base reproach Pier. Thou art a villaine Ang. Wherein Pier. And by witch-craft Had stole my sister Fiamettas heart Forceing her leave a Prince his bed for thine Ang. If for her love you come to kill me heere I 'le point you to a doore where you may enter and fetch out a loath'd life Pier. Iaspero Iasp. Oh my Lord Ang. Let him come I ow her all And that debt will I pay her gladly Iasp. Deare Sir heare him Ang. But if on any other fier of rage You thirst to drinke my blood heere I defie You and your malice and returne the villaine Into your throate Pier. So brave sir Change a thrust or two Enter Nicolletto and Cargo Nico. I charge you in the Dukes name keepe the peace Beate downe their weapons knock em downe Cargo Car. I have a Iustices warrant to apprehend your weapons Therefore I charge you deliver Nico. Oh my Lord make a fray in an open streete 't is to Make a bon-fire to draw children and fooles Together Signior Angelo pray be wise and begon Ang. I doe but guard my life my Lord from danger Bapt. Sir you doe exercise your violence Vpon a man stab'd to the heart with wounds You see him sinking and you set your foote Vpon his head to kill him with two deathes Trample not thus on a poore banish'd man Nico. If hee be banish'd why dwells hee i th' house whose Tiles are pull'd downe over his head You must hunt No more in this Parke
Over ten worlds But I le not hence my Angelo shall not hence True love like gold is best being tried in fire I le defie Father and a thousand deaths for thee Ang. Vndone vndone Knock within Bapt. At the Court gate I see a Iebbit already to hang 's both Death the Duke beates at the doore Fya. He shall come in Enter Omnes One frowne at thee my Tragedie shall begin See Father Flo. I told you that I heard her tongue Fya. See Father Flo What sweete girle Fya. That 's Angelo and you shall pardon him Flo. With all my heart Fya. Hee sayes hee pardons thee with all his heart Ang. Mee Lor be all mad le braine crowe and run whirabout like de windmill saile pardon a moy por quoy my sweete Madam pardon your povera Doctor Fya. Because thou art my banish't Angelo Flo. Starke mad Pisa This her recoverie Fya. Hee is no Doctor Nor that his man but his deare friend Baptista Has black't this beard like a Comoedian To play the Mountibanke avvay I le marry None but that Doctor and leave Angelo Ang. I doe pray Artely Madam Fya. Leave off thy gibberishe and I prethee speake Thy Native language Ang. Par-ma-soy all French be-gor shee be mad as the moone Flo. Sweet girle with gentle hands sir take her hence Fya. Stand from mee I must follow Angelo Pisa Thine eyes drinke sleepe from the sweet god of rest Fya. Oh you shoote poyson'd arrowes thorow my breast Manent Florence Angelo Baptista Flo. What strange new furie now possesseth her Ang. Begar her imaginashon be out a de vitts and so dazell de two nyes and come downe so into de bellie and possibla for make her tinke mee or you to be le shentle-man shee lovea and so shee takea my man for a Iack-a-nape mee know not who Bapt. For one Baptista Ang. Povera garshon a my trat Flo. I doe beleeve you both but honest Doctor Straine all thy Art and so thou leave her well I care not if you call up feinds from hell Ang. Dar be too much devill in de body all ready be my trat my Lor mee no stay heere for ten hundred hundred Coronaes she cry upon mee 't is Master Angelo you tink so not one and two time but a tyrd time you smell a me out And so cutta my troate adue my Lor Flo. Still your opinion holds to kill that villaine And give her his heart dried Ang. In de pot a vine wee very fine Flo. This gold take for thy paines to make her sownde There needs a desperate cure to a desperate wounde Exit Ang. How blowes it now Bapt. Faire with a prosperous gale Ang. Poore love thou still art strucke with thine owne fate My life hangs at a thred friend I must flie Bapt. How to be safe Ang. I will take sanctuary I know a reverend Fryar in whose cell I le lurke till stormes blow ore If women knew What men feele for them None their scornes should rue Enter Tibaldo in Womans attire Alphonsina Alph. Is 't come to this have the walls of the Castle beene besieged thus long lien open for a breach and dare you not Give fier to once piece oh y' ar a proper soldyor good Sister brother follow your game more close or I 'le leave you Tib. What wu'd you have me doe Alp. Why I would ha' you tho'you be in womans apparrell to be your selfe a man and do what you come for Tib. I have bin giving her a thousand on setts And still a blushing cheeke makes me retire I speake not three words but my tongue is ready To aske forgivenes of her Alp. Must thou needs at thy first encounter tell her thou art a man why when you walke together cannot you begin a tale to her with once upon a time there was a loving couple that having tyred themselves with walking sat downe upon a banck and kist and embraced and plaid and so by degrees bring the tale about to your owne purpose Can you not fie you are the worst at these things Sir Tib. I am sister indeed Alp. And the more foole you indeed you see how the old stinking fox her husband is stil rubbing me as if I had the palsy I le not have his wither'd hands which are as moist as the side of stock-fish lye pidling in my bosome therefore determine some thing or farewell Tib. I have deare sister if you will but heare me Alp. Come on out with 't then Tib. Give you the old man promise of your love And the next night appoint him for your bed Rap'd with joy he 'le feigne businesse of state To leave his lady and to lie alone Alp. Very good Tib. Then my request shall be that for that night She would accept me for her bed-fellow And there 's no question sister of the grant Which being Injoy'd I doubt not but to manage And carry all so even on levill ground That my offence shall in my love seeme drownde Alp. The clocke for your businesse thus far goes true but now for me what shall I do with the old cock in my Roost Tib. Sister you have some tricke no doubt to keepe Him within compasse Alp. No not I beleeve me I know not what to doe with him unlesse I should give him a little Nux vomica to make him sleep away the night but brother to pleasure you I le venter a joynte and yet it troubles me too that I should prove a Traytor to my sex I doe betray an Innocent Lady to what ill I know not But Love the author of it wil I hope Turne it quite otherwise and perhaps it may be So welcome to her as a courtesie Tib. I doubt not but it shall Alp. We nothing can Vnlesse man woman helpe and woman man Exeunt Actus quartus Scaena prima Trumpets sounding Enter Torrenti very brave betweene the two Dukes attended by all the Courtiers wondring at his costly habit Enter a mask woman in strang habitts Danee Exit He gives jewells and ropes of pearle to the Duke and a chaine of gold to every Courtier Exit Nicholetto and he stay Tor. THou art my noble kinsman and but thy mother Vpon my soule was chast I should beleeve Some Emperor begot thee Tor. Why pray Vncle Nico. Suppose all kingdomes on the earth were balls And that thou held'st a racket in thy hand To tosse 'em as thou wu'd'st how wo'dst thou play Tor. Why as with balls bandy 'em quite away Nico. A tennes-court of kings could do no more But faith what doest thou thinke that I now think Of thy this days expence Torr. That it was brave Nico. I thinke thee a proud vaine-glorious bragging knaue That golden wombe thy father left so full thou Vulture-like eat'st thorough oh heere 's trimstuffe A good-mans state in Gartyres strings and ruffe Hast not a saffron shirt on too I feare th' art Troubled with the greene-sicknes thou look'st wan Tor. With anger at thy