in me In me Antonio ha Where liue these sounds I can see nothing griefe 's inuisible And lurkes in secret angles of the heart Come sigh againe Antonio beares his part Mell. O here here is a vent to passe my sighes I haue surcharg'd the dungeon with my plaints Prison and heart will burst if void of vent I that is Phoebe empresse of the night That gins to mount ô chastest deitie If I be false to my Antonio If the least soyle of lust smeers my pure loue Make me more wretched make me more accurst Then infamie torture death hell and heauen Can bound with amplest power of thought if not Purge my poore heart with defamations blot Ant. Purge my poore heart from defamations blot Poore heart how like her vertuous selfe she speakes Mellida deare Mellida it is Antonio Slinke not away t is thy Antonio Mel. How found you out my Lord alas I knowe T is easie in this age to finde out woe I haue a sute to you Ant. What is 't deare soule Mell. Kill me I faith I le winke not stir a iot For God sake kill mee insooth lou'd youth I am much iniur'd looke see how I creepe I cannot wreake my wrong but sigh and weepe An. May I be cursed but I credit thee Mell. To morrowe I must die An. Alas for what Mell. For louing thee t is true my sweetest breast I must die falsely so must thou deare heart Nets are a knitting to intrappe thy life Thy fathers death must make a Paradice To my I shame to call him father Tell me sweet Shall I die thine dost loue mee still and still Ant. I doe Mell. Then welcome heauens will Ant. Madam I will not swell like a Tragedian in forced passion of affected straines If I had present power of ought but pittying you I would be as readie to redresse your wrongs as to pursue your loue Throngs of thoughts crowde for their passage somewhat I will doe Reach me thy hand thinke this is honors bent To liue vnslau'd to die innocent Mel. Let me entreat a fauour gratious loue Be patient see me die good doe not weepe Goe sup sweete chuck drinke and securely sleepe Ant. I faith I cannot but I le force my face To palliate my sicknesse Mell. Giue me thy hand Peace on thy bosome dwel That 's all my woe can breath kisse Thus farewell Ant. Farewell my heart is great of thoughts Stay doue And therefore I must speake but what ô Loue By this white hande no more reade in these teares What crushing anguish thy Antonio beares Antonio kisseth Mellida's hand then Mellida goes from the grate Mel. God night good harte Ant. Thus heate from blood thus soules from bodies part ¶ Enter Piero and Strozzo Pie He greeues laughe Strozzo laugh he weepes Hath he teares ô pleasure hath he teares Now doe I scourge Andrugio with steele whips Of knottie vengeance Strozzo cause me straight Some plaining dittie to augment despaire Tryumph Piero harke he groanes ô rare Ant. Beholde a prostrate wretch laid on his toumbe His Epitaph thus Ne plus vltra Ho Let none out woe me mine 's Herculean woe CANTANT Exit Piero at the end of the song SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Maria Ant. MAY I be more cursed then heauen can make me If I am not more wretched Then man can conceiue me Sore forlorne Orphant what omnipotence can make thee happie Mar. How now sweete sonne good youth what dost thou Ant. Weepe weepe Mar. Dost naught but weepe weepe Ant. Yes mother I do sigh and wring my hands Beat my poore breast and wreath my tender armes Harke yee I le tel you wondrous strange strāge news Ma. What my good boy starke mad Ant. I am not Ma. Alas is that strange newes Ant. Strange news why mother is 't not wondrous strange I am not mad I run not frantick ha Knowing my fathers trunke scarce colde your loue Is sought by him that doth pursue my life Seeing the beautie of creation Antonio's bride pure heart defam'd and stoad Vnder the hatches of obscuring earth Heu quo labor quo vota ceciderunt mea ¶ Enter Piero Pie Good euening to the faire Antonio Most happie fortune sweete succeeding time Rich hope think not thy fate a bankrout though Ant. Vmh the diuell in his good time and tide forsake thee Pie How now harke yee Prince An. God be with you Pie Nay noble blood I hope yee not suspect An. Suspect I scorn 't Here 's cap leg good night Thou that wants power with dissemblance fight Exit Antonio Pier. Madam O that you could remēber to forget Ma. I had a husband and a happie sonne Pi. Most powreful beautie that inchanting grace Ma. Talke not of beautie nor inchanting grace My husband 's deade my son 's distraught accurst Come I must vent my griefes or heart will burst Exit Maria Pie Shee 's gone yet she 's here she hath left a print Of her sweete graces fixt within my heart As fresh as is her face I le marrie her Shee 's most fair true most chaste most false because Most faire t is firme I le marrie her SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Strotzo Str. MY Lord Piero Ha Strotzo my other soule my life Deare hast thou steel'd the point of thy resolue Wilt not turne edge in execution Str. No Pie Doe it with rare passion and present thy guilt As if t were wrung out with thy conscience gripe Sweare that my daughter's innocent of lust And that Antonio brib'd thee to defame Her maiden honour on inueterate hate Vnto my bloode and that thy hand was feed By his large bountie for his fathers death Sweare plainly that thou chok'tst Andrugio By his sons onely egging Rush me in Whil'st Mellida prepares her selfe to die Halter about thy necke and with such sighs Laments and acclamations lyfen it As if impulsiue power of remorse Str. I le weepe Pie I I fall on thy face and cry why suffer you So lewde a slaue as Strotzo is to breath Str. I le beg a strangling growe importunate Pie As if thy life were loathsome to thee then I Catch straight the cords end and as much incens'd With thy damn'd mischiefes offer a rude hand As readie to girde in thy pipe of breath But on the sodaine straight I le stand amaz'd And fall in exclamations of thy vertues Str. Applaud my agonies and penitence Pie Thy honest stomack that could not disgest The crudities of murder but surcharg'd Vomited'st them vp in Christian pietie Str. Then clip me in your armes Pie And call thee brother mount thee straight to state Make thee of counsell tut tut what not what not Thinke on t be confident pursue the plot Str. Looke here 's a troop a true rogues lips are mute I doe not vse to speake but execute He layes finger on his mouth and drawes his dagger Pie So so run headlong to confusion Thou slight brain'd mischiefe thou art made as durt To plaster vp the bracks of my
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
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
keepe vp by winde puffe 't is broake now I laugh like a good foole at the breath of mine owne lips he he he he he Bal. You foole Ant. You foole puffe Ba. I cannot disgest thee the vnuulgar foole Goe foole Pier. Forbeare Balurdo let the foole alone Come hither ficto Is he your foole Ma. Yes my lou'd Lord Pi. Would all the States in Venice were like thee O then I were secur'd He that 's a villaine or but meanely sowl'd Must stil conuerse and cling to routes of fooles That can not search the leakes of his defectes O your vnsalted fresh foole is your onely man These vinegar tart spirits are too pearcing Too searching in the vnglewd ioynts of shaken wits Finde they a chinke they 'l wriggle in and in And eat like salt sea in his siddowe ribs Till they haue opened all his rotten parts Vnto the vaunting surge of base contempt And sunke the tossed galleasse in depth Of whirlepoole Scorne Giue me an honest fopp Dud a dud a why loe sir this takes he As grateful now as a Monopolie SCENA TERTIA ¶ The still flutes sound softly ¶ Enter Forobosco and Castilio Mellida supported by two waiting women Mell. ALL honour to this royall confluence Pie Forbeare impure to blot bright honours name With thy defiled lips The fluxe of sinne Flowes from thy tainted bodie thou so foule So all dishonour'd canst no honour giue No wish of good that can haue good effect To this graue senate and illustrate bloodes Why staies the doome of death 1. Sen. Who riseth vp to manifest her guilt 2. Sen. You must produce apparant proofe my Lord Pie Why where is Strotzo he that swore he saw The verie acte and vow'd that Feliche fled Vpon his sight on which I brake the breast Of the adulterous letcher with fiue stabbes Goe fetch in Strotzo Now thou impudent If thou hast any droppe of modest bloode Shrowded within thy cheeks blush blush for shame That rumor yet may say thou felt'st defame Mell. Produce the diuel let your Strotzo come I can defeat his strongest argument VVhich Pie With what Mell. With teares with blushes sighes clasped hands With innocent vpreared armes to heauen With my vnnookt simplicitie These these Must will can only quit my heart of guilt Heauen permits not taintlesse blood be spilt If no remorse liue in your sauage breast Piero Then thou must die Mell. Yet dying I le be blest Piero Accurst by me Mell. Yet blest in that I stroue To liue and die Pie My hate Mell. Antonyo's loue Ant. Antonio's loue ¶ Enter Strotzo a corde about his necke Stro. O what vast ocean of repentant teares Can cleanse my breast from the polluting filth Of vlcerous sinne Supreame Efficient Why cleau'st thou not my breast with thunderbolts Of wingd reuenge Pie What meanes this passion An. What villanie are they decocting now Vmh Str. In me conuertite ferrum O proceres Nihil iste nec ista Pie Lay holde on him What strange portent is this Str. I will not flinch Death hel more grimly stare Within my heart then in your threatning browes Record thou threefolde garde of dreadest power What I here speake is forced from my lips By the pulsiue straine of conscience I haue a mount of mischiefe clogs my soule As waightie as the high-nol'd Appenine Which I must straight disgorge or breast will burst I haue defam'd this Ladie wrongfully By instigation of Antonio Whose reeling loue tost on each fancies surge Began to loath before it fully ioyed Exit Forobosco Pie Goe seize Antonio guard him strongly in Str. By his ambition being only brib'd Feed by his impious hand I poysoned His aged father that his thirstie hope Might quench their dropsie of aspiring drought With full vnbounded quaffe Pie Seize me Antonio Str. O why permit you now such scum of filth As Strotzo is to liue and taint the ayre With his infectious breath Pie My selfe will be thy strangler vnmatcht slaue ¶ Piero comes from his chaire snatcheth the cords end Castilio aydeth him both strangle Strotzo Str. Now change your Pie I pluck Castilio I change my humour plucke Castilio Dye with thy deathes intreats euen in thy iawes Now now now now now my plot begins to worke Why thus should States-men doe That cleaue through knots of craggie pollicies Vse men like wedges one strike out another Till by degrees the tough and knurly trunke Be riu'd in sunder Where 's Antonio ¶ Enter Alberto running Alb. O black accursed fate Antonyo's drown'd Pie Speake on thy faith on thy allegeance speake Alb. As I doe loue Piero he is drownde Ant. In an inundation of amazement Mell. I is this the close of all my straines in loue O me most wretched maide Pie Antonio drownde how how Antonio drownd Alb. Distraught and rauing from a turrets top He threwe his bodie in the high swolne sea And as he headlong topsie turuie dingd downe He still cri'd Mellida Ant. My loues bright crowne Mell. He still cry'd Mellida Pier. Daughter me thinks your eyes should sparkle ioy Your bosome rise on tiptoe at this news Mell. Aye me Pie How now Ay me why art not great of thanks To gratious heauen for the iust reuenge Vpon the author of thy obloquies Ma. Sweete beautie I could sigh as fast as you But that I knowe that which I weepe to knowe His fortunes should be such he dare not showe His open presence Mell. I knowe he lou'd me dearely dearely I And since I cannot liue with him I dye Pie Fore heauen her speach falters look she swouns Conuey her vp into her priuate bed ¶ Maria Nutriche and the Ladies beare out Mellida as being swouned I hope shee le liue If not An. Antonio's dead the foole wil follow too he he he Now workes the sceane quick obseruation scud To coate the plot or els the path is lost My verie selfe am gone my way is fled I all is lost if Mellida is deade Exit Antonio Pie Alberto I am kinde Alberto kinde I am sorie for thy couz ifaith I am Goe take him downe and beare him to his father Let him be buried looke yee I le pay the priest Alb. Please you to admit his father to the Court Piero No Al. Please you to restore his lands goods againe Piero No Alb. Please you vouchsafe him lodging in the city Pie Gods fut no thou odde vnciuill fellow I thinke you doe forget sir where you are Alb. I know you doe forget sir where you must be Foro. You are too malepert ifaith you are Your honour might doe well to Alb. Peace Parasite thou bur that only sticks Vnto the nappe of greatnesse Pie Away with that same yelping cur away Alb. I I am gone but marke Piero this There is a thing cald scourging Nemesis Exit Alb. Bal. Gods neakes he has wrong that he has and S'fut and I were as he I would beare no coles lawe I I begin to swell puffe Pie How now foole fop foole
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