be preiudice To those affections I beare your state I le proue 'gainst reason and receiued truth Like breedes not like in breeding euery thing Cleere streames may flowe euen from a troubled spring Iuli. I am no infidel to thy position Sad thoughts oppresse me may I haue no musique Ama. Yes Madam Iuli. Some say that when the Thracian entred hell The tortur'd soules enchanted with his tunes Felt not their torments Syciphus sate downe Ixions wheele stood still the thirsty sonne of Ioue Forgat to drinke and all the rest did stand Catching the aire from his delicious hand I would I might pertake their happines Ama. Madam you shall giue your eares a while And you shall heare such musicke as would make The greedy wolfe forsake the tender lamb And listen to it such as the sonne of Neptune Playd to the Dolphins when they in a ring Danct their crookt measures but to heare him sing A song Madam how fare you now Iuli. Euen as the labouring dayman after sleepe Enter Timoclea like a Ghost Refresht and cherisht ha but Amada Amad. Some better Genius assist my feare Iuli. What would it Amada it beckens to thee Ama. My mothers troubled spirit O defend me heauens Timo. Away Amada Iuli. It commaunds my absence Ama. O for heauens sake stay Timo. Away Iul. Something it would vnfold to thee I goe Exit Iulia Timo. Conteine thy feare I liue Ama. Such terror liues not in a liuing eye Death is not sharper then those pointed beames That pierce vnto my heart Timo. Would they were ponyards digging at thy breast Keepe in thy short-drawne accents let not th' ayre Carry the softest clamour to the eare Of waking Iealousie if it do How Lust and Nature do deuide my soule The one doth plead prescription in my blood And sues as plaintiue with such clamorous spels As might coniure the violent rape of Lust To modest continence O but it is a vice Sooner condemnd then banisht easily spoke against But yet t' wil fawne as smoothly on our flesh As Circe on the Grecian trauellours When she detaind them in the shape of beasts Amada knowest thou my face Ama. I knew that outward Character of her That sometimes I cald mother Tym. Dost thinke I haue no life Seest not my blood in a continuall pulse Beat through the azure conduits of my flesh Feele how I burne what star'st thou on me Am I transparant canst see from my heart Death in the shape of iealousie stand Like a chiefe organ guiding all my frame Vnto some tragicke action Ama. O giue my sence some freedome From feare and terror that I may distinguish Betwixt the credulous rumour of your death And what I see Tym. I liue the time befits not inquisition Of tedious circumstance Amada I liue But thou must dye and by thy mothers hand Ama. O be not a Medea Tym. Why like Creusa hast thou stolne my Iasen My Mulleasses he dotes vpon thee I am debard his breast Robd of his loue by thy alluring lookes Sad discontent wound in his folded armes Sighs nought but Amada but by my better hopes My blood shall like Medusas first turne to serpents And taint thy flesh ere it shall loose that fire Which makes it boyle and burne in his desire Ama. Deforme my beauty fill my face with scarres Make me more loath some then a dead mans scull Wash me with spiders blood that I may swell And be more vgly then a Gorgons head That he may feare to see me onely let me liue And spare me that that onely you did giue Time My pleasure gaue thee life and it resumes That life againe because it kils my pleasure Th' art like an Iuy nourisht at the roote Of some proud oake that not content to creepe And feede vpon the sap but stretching vp Proudly presumst to ouerlooke the top So that the verdure of the ambitious impe Detaines all admiration the Oake wants grace Onely because the Iuy is in place Enter Mulleasses But I le displant thee for no weede shall grow So neere the roote from whence my sap doth flow she kils her Ama. Cruell vnnaturall heauen my hopes in thee If virgin purenesse please accept of me moritur Mul. What do you Christians sacrifice with flesh Or like the Laodiceans vnto Pallas offer The blood of virgins O inhumane deed Vngentle monster beauteous Amada Timo. It was her beauty that I offerd vp Vnto thy loue my deerest Mulleasses Mull. Worse then a Cammel in her time of lust Cruell vnto thy childe loose thy snaky armes O thou hast done Timo. As Lucius Catalline Romes terror did for Orestilla kild My childe no more for Mulleasses loue I would outgoe examples and exceed As in desire all others so indeed Mul. And yet I loue thy cruelty for this night thou must Discard the timorous pitty of thy Sexe Be a Semiramis let thy husbands death Giue thy hopes life feed feed vpon his blood And let thy vaines swell now he prepares to bed Be thine owne ghost and like the apparition Of his beleeu'd wife call for reuenge Incite his timerous conscience to despaire Speake of damnation let one word containe A hell of torments But time slides Timo. I runne Exit Mul. Much ere the morning riseth must be done I le beare this body hence ha ha ha O now me thinkes I gin out-reach my selfe Now like some huge Collossus cold I strut And stride that Oke of Mahomet that beares vp The ponderous center whose deuided hornes Measuring the passing of a thousand yeares Touch at both Polles and tosse the massy ball Makes mountaines nod and curled Cedars reele On Syrian Lybanus But soft me thinkes I heare within oh oh Some mutinous and distracted tumult Enter Borgias Timoclea after him Borg. Guard me ye iust and intellectuall powers Thou triple eternall essence Timo. Borgias Borg. What dreadfull summons calls on Borgias What art thou Timo. Timoclea thy poysond wife Borg. What wouldst thou Hah Timo. Reuenge and horror Borg. Terror to my soule forbeare those lookes Timo. Dispaire and vengeance Borg. Maist thou be peacefull in my prayers I wish it Let them expiate my sinne if thou be'st a spirit Blest and celestiall change that face of feare Or leaue th' infectious grosnesse of our aire And like an Angell daunce about the Spheres Play with the Moone and make the Sun thy glasse To see thy beauty as thy beauy passe Or if thou be'st Timo. A messenger of death Borg. Then like a Fury post to Tartarus Fetch vp the snackie curld Eumenides From Orcus bottome where reuengefull cares Griefe pale diseases sad and croked age Are euer resident let them and their effects Let fierce Erennis with her brazen feet Seize me at once and strike me in my fall Lower then him that durst ascend the Sun Onely be thou appeasd Timo. Not till I meet thee in the shades of death Borg. Which thou deniest me for thy feares keepe in My trembling soule it dares not leaue my brest Mount to
the flaming girdle of the world And fetch me lightnings I will swallow it Snatch from the Ciclops bals of Etnean fire And I will eate them steale thunder from the clowds And dart it at me quaffe Stigian Nonocris I will pledge thee Timo. I le haunt thee to dispaire Exit Borgias Timoclea following him Mul. Pursue his feare to some effect of death Whilst I like starres that spred their sparckling fires Beyond an vsuall light fore-shewe a tempest Of the whole state of Florence Amadas remoued Her neare alliance vnto Iulias blood Shall not distast my hopes Timocleas feare Workes death on Borgias vp Mulleasses Sit like Saturnus on the highest orbe And let starre-gazing wizards from thy feare Buzze sad Astrology in the peoples eare Enter Borgias and Timoclea aloft Borg. What night or what darcke Chaos can conceale My conscience horror rather let me see The feare of Hercules let the Cretian Bull Bellow and burst my braines onely may my eares Be deafe to thy exclaimes Timo. Thou art at farthest Borg. Then I can but fall He leapes downe Timo. Like Lucifer from heauen discendit Timoclea Mul. Oh now me thinkes a Chorus all of Angells Clad with the Sun and crownd with golden starres Should make more heauenly musique at thy fall Then all the Spheres that daunce about the ball Now should they poetize in verse for ioy And out-sing Homer in the fall of Troy Borg. Villaine triumphst thou Mull. O ye strong power of superstitious faith It reignes on fooles that men of wit and state Men that like Eagles climbe to be aboue And shrowd themselues betweene the knees of Ioue Should be struke downe by apparitions Enter Timoclea Timo. Delusiue counterfeit Borg. Conterfeit Timo. I Valentine I liue And am the actor of mine owne reuenge That cup of poyson made against my life Was by my deerest Mulleasses loue Turnd to a philter and my working sence Charm'd in the scilence of a quiet sleep Shewd as if death had lockt my pulses vp But posting time brought motion on my blood And now my full vaines like a water-brooke That slyding gently at some proud hils foot In pipes of lead are carryed to the top And there in amourous branches spreading forth Courtes the curld mountaine thus thus and thus she kisses him Borg. Lasciuious strumpet Timo. My beloued Turke Borg. Incestuous Phedra Timo. Loue Hipolitus Borg. Cruell Medea Timo. My kind Iason Borg. Whirle me ye iust more auspitious powers Amongst the thicke and thunder darting clowdes That being wrapt in flames I may be throwne Like Aetnean bals from heauen and strike you downe Or would my dying breath were more infectious Then halfe rotte bodyes digd vp from their graues Or then those mists felt by the soules of men When they descend toth ' Acharusian fenne It should not striue within me or be loth To leaue my body might it blast you both He faines to dye Timo. So with thy death the Embrion of my loue Takes perfect shape Now like the Sestian maide May I court Leander swimming in my armes And with our pleasing motions mocke the seas That rose and fell to wanton with his thighs Now ther 's no Hellespont betwixt our loues I am not iealous Agamemnons dead And Clitemnestra with Avgosthus plaies Pleasure is free Mul. Come ther 's no pleasure in you Y' are a lustfull time spent murderous strumpet The prostitution of your knowne Bordellos Where euery itching letcher vents his blood Is not so loathsome Tim. You speake not like a louer Mull. No for thou hast kild my loue Amada And now thy husbands blood bids me beware Of some new lust and third adulterer Such is your loue to me Timo. Oh stop those killing accents be more milde I doe forgiue what you did speake and aske But a kinde thought for all my louing taske These eies haue seene you smile looke gently on me And let me read some milder characters Mull. Hence with thy Serpent twines Timo. I am no Lamia nor no Lostrigon No high-prizd Lais that thou shouldst esteeme Repentance purchasd at too deere a rate Kings shall not come to Corinth where thou maist Not with a common Ephereian trull Purchase a minutes pleasure but with me As faire but yet more chaste by farre then she Spend yeares of sweete content Mull. Syren mine eares are stopt I will not heare thee Timo. Oh would I had a Syrens charming voice I 'de vse no incantations but to thy eares Or were my tongue like Orpheus golden lyre To which the windes were husht and heard it play It should be silent but to please thy eares Or like the dying swan would I might sing A funerall elegy to my parting soule So that the musique might but please thy eares What should I say Mull. Be dumbe and leaue me Timo. Not till thou loue or else of life bereaue me Exeunt Borg. Ha Are ye gone all cleere damnation cease ye I a knowne practisde pollititian And thus outreacht O my shallowe braines Fell I so high would I had fallen from heauen So like a Phaeton I had fir'd the world Or like a flash of lightning on your heads Consumd you for these trickes I dyed in times Like a true coward counterfeited death For feare to die indeed well then for my life I am beholding yet vnto my wit But for my legges I know not how they stand Are my bones stiffe still not broken Enter Mulleasses Ha he fals againe Mull. I am at last freed of my lustfull loue My hope is yet dispaire will arme her hands To her owne death and saue my sword a labour If not t is but the taking backe of what I gaue And send her once againe into her graue Now for my Iulia she is the maine of all Her will I ceaze and keep vntill the Fleete Now vnder saile for Florence be ariu'd From the grand Signior sent to make me strong And get commaund vpon the straights how soere T was promist Borgias to make strong his part Against the Dukes she being had My title 's firme for Florence their claime 's bad Eunuch Enter Ferrara disguisd Ferr. Your pleasure Mul. See you this body Ferr. I doe Mul. Conuey it to his bed there let it lye The murther I 'le transport vpon the Dukes Or on some treason by their meanes contriu'd See it be done Ferr. It shall Mull. Now vnto Iulia on her lies my state If she consents why so if not I know Death and commaund makes womens hearts to bow Exit Ferr. The death of slaues pursue thee hah Borgias Protector true true clap clap ye furies Daunce your blacke rounds and with your yron whips Fetching eternall lashes as you skip Strike a loud sounding musicke through the ayre And make the night Queene pale to heare your noise Be peacefull wronged Ghost where soere thou beest Post to the blessed fields where soules take rest Drinke Lethe freely for thou art reuengd Come thou inclosure of a damned soule I le be obedient beare to thy bed
boy is the onely way to be praid for seeing they knowe it is my prosperity and welfare that must make them satisfaction Eunu. Before heauen an excellent reason Pant. Pray Sir make euen with your Taylor he is poore Bord. Most willingly for I am not possest of a pennikin and if he be not before with me I take it we are euen and may walke in campage Pantofle vanish Pant. I goe Sir Eunc. I haue it thankes sweete Thalia thou hast begot a child of mirth in my braine I will put it to this creature of Florence to nurse Saucy Seignior Bord. Eunuchus Venus restore thee to thy generation what doings are now in your quarters Eun Doings in faith courtly and weake Cupid helpe the poore Ladyes Bord. you are aboue me I meane not their ingenys or vpper galleries Eun. Nor I neither and yet I speake of their vnderstandings which by reason of a generall spring halt and debility in their hamms heauens know are most falteringly feeble but to present the message I am sent for to your worthiest self from my Lady and mistresse the protectors wife you are intelligent Bord. The beauteous Timoclea Eun. Heauens grant she may haue the vertue of attraction for she hath laid open the luster of her best parts to your grace Sir nay make not retreate Sir she knowes you disdaine her loue Bord. The truth is I am earthly and like not to participate with the element of the fire good Eunuchus commend me to your Lady and tell her by importuning my affection she seekes the fall of an innocent Eun. True Sir but with a firme beliefe of your rising againe Bord. I see no hope of it Eun. The harder is her fortune but heare me me thinkes reward should pricke you on with more courage to such an honorable encounter Bord. Faith Eunuche I haue made a vow not to vncase my selfe to any of that sexe Eun. It may be you grounded your oath vpon the vncleanes of your shirt Bord. Verily since the relapse of my Sempstresse I haue not addicted my selfe to that neat cleanly carriage Eun. Sfoot I thought some soule cause or other interposed it selfe twixt you and my Lady But sir I le see all wants supplyed thy debts satisfied thy fortunes eternally mounted onely bee tractable to my poore loue-sicke Lady and mistresse iust and louing Bord. As I am so fates assist me and Eunuchus here 's my hand thou shalt haue ample share in my fortunes Eun. By this hand sir but I will not doe not faile sir at eight of the clocke to meete me here where I le deliuer you the key of my Ladyes chamber with further instructions in the businesse and with assurednesse of preferment and promotion Bord. Deere Eunuch let me hugge thee how I long to manifest thy seruice to my Lady Timoclea You will meete Eun. My hand and promise for it Bord. It shall suffice By women man first fell by them I le rise Exit Eun. Ha ha ha Protector here 's a slaue Shall stuffe thy coffin him thou shalt sacrifice Vnto Timocleas ghost whose humerous soule Shall in his passage ouer Acheron Make Charon laugh and the sterne judge of hell Smile at his folly this is the fatall key Conducts him to those shades by Borgias hand Thus fooles must fall that wise men firme my stand Scaena 3. Enter a Frier after him a funerall in White and bearers in white after them Borgias then the two Dukes after them the Senate c. A solemne march Bor. SEt downe that heauy load of misery SO would the easing you might ease my heart Pure virgin Hearke O let it not impeach The grauity of age to let some teares Fall at thy funerall true relique of that loue I did inherit from thy fathers mouth When to my charge he left his heire and Dukedome In thee I am depriu'd of all that honour I should haue purchac'd by that thankefull care Was due vnto thy fathers memory Did not my griefe load all my powers of speech Oh I could spend my age in commenting Of those true vertues dyed with him and thee But sorrow shuts my brest Prier thine office Fry By that great power is giuen to mee The gates of heauen I ope to thee When mongst the Angels thou shalt sing The song of Saints before a King That sits for euer on his throane And giueth light to euery one To him thy soule we doe bequeath Thy body to the earth beneath And so we close thy tombe againe And pray thy soule be free from paine Ven. Looke from thy holy mansion sacred maid And see how prostrate I adore thy blisse These armes in hope of conquest of thy loue That rould themselues in steele shall claspe the aire And in their empty foldings liue still barren Of all the comfort my youths hope did promise And since thy death takes my loues ioy from me I le die a virgin-Saint and liue with thee Fer. I cannot vent my brest in loue sicke tearmes Nor call to record all the gods of loue For my integrity nor prostitute An oyly passion curiously composd Of riming numbers at my mistres hearse Or tell her dead truncke my true loue in vearse But since by death her loue I am denide To say I loud her is Ferraraes pride Borg. My honour and that weake abillity Our state affoords to doe your graces seruice Lies at your princely feete for this your loue Done to the dead now is Iulia shut For euer from your eyes saue that she liues Like a pure relique of some holy Saint Shrind in our breasts for euer let me now renew My first request to sup with vs to night A ceremony due at funerals So shall you double honour vnto me In doing double honour vnto her Ven. I le do all honour both to her and you Ferr. I le breake no custome Borg. I humbly thanke your graces please you lead Heere liues a lasting memory of the dead Exeunt A solemne marth Manet Borgias Thus far my pioning pollicies run euen And leuell with my aymes Iulia liues And in her hearse Timoclea my wife Deludes the credulous Dukes poysoned last night By Mulleasses to make way for me To marry Iulia my brothers daughter For which the Cardinall of Aniou my kinsman Sollicites daily with his holinesse For dispensation with our bloods alliance As for these weake men whose pursuits in loue Dies with my strong auerring of her death I can commaund their liues and then maintaine My actions with the sword for which the Turke By Mulleasses made vnto my purpose Offers me forty thousand Ianisaries To be my guard gainst forraigne outrages And more hee 'le make me king of Italy To giue him but commaund vpon the streights And land his force on this side Christendome And I will do it on my faith to God And loyalty I owe vnto the starres Should there depend all Europe and the states Christened thereon I de sinke them all To gaine those ends I haue
proposd my aimes Religion thou that ridst the backes of Slaues Into weake mindes insinuating feare And superstitious cowardnesse thou robst Man of his chiefe blisse by bewitching reason Nature at these my browes bend thy mysteries Wrought by thine owne hands in our actiue braines Giue vs the vse of good thou art my God If what I haue of thee or wit or art Or Serpent sliding through the mindes of men Cunning confusion of all obstacles Be they my childrens liues my deerest friends May gaine me what I wish I stoope at thy renowne And thinke al 's vacuum aboue a crowne For they that haue the soueraignty of things Do know no God at all are none but Kings Exit Finis Actus Primi Actus 2. Scaena 1. Mulleasses solus Mull. ETernall substitute to the first that mou'd And gaue the Chaos forme Thou at whose nod Whole Nations stoopt and hold thee still a God Whose holy-customd-ceremonious rites Liue vnprophan'd in our posterity Thou God of Mecha mighty Mahomet Thus Mulleasses at thy memory Discends accept his prone humility Great Prophet let thy influence be free Vncheckt by danger mew not vp my soule In the pent roome of conscience Make me not morall Mahomet coopt vp And fettred in the fooles phylosophy That points our actions vnto honesty Giue my plots fortune let my hope but touch The marke I aime at then the gazing time Shall in the present hide my former ill Successe like lethe to the soules in blisse Makes men forget things past and crownes our sins With name of valour be we impious A Scelus felix styles vs vertuous Enter Eunuchus Eunu. My honourd Lord Mull. What diuell interrupts m Eunu. My duty Mull. Your duty is too dilligent that dares Peere into my retreats now should I kill thee Eunu. The Lord Protector Borgias my maister Mull. Age and diseases breed consumptions And rot him What craues he Eunu. Your instant presence Mull. I haue instant businesse whose high import Detaines my speed know you the matter Eunu. A tumult 'mongst the fearefull multitude Causd by an ominous terrour in the heauens Is as I gesse the reason of your want Mull. What heauens what terror Eunu. The Sun on suddaine feeles a darke ecclipse And hides his siluer face behinde the moone As loath to see some prodegies appeare Mull. Make that ecclipse eternall Mahomet Rise rise ye mistie-footed Iades of night Draw your darke mistresse with her sable vayle Like a blacke Negro in an Ebone chaire Athwart the worlds eie from your foggy breaths Hurle an Egiptian grossenes through the ayre That none may see my plots Hast any greater newes Eunu. The daies eyes out a thousand little starres Spread like so many torches about the skye Make the world shew like Churches hung with blacke And set with tapers at some funerall Amongst these starres directly from the East A firy meteor points a burning rod At Florence Mulle. Perhaps t is thirsty for the blood of Princes Blase out prodigious starre and let the fire Dart soule amazing terror to all eyes Be like the Basiliske fatall to behold I le fat the slimy earth more then the plague And from her bosome send the blood of Kings Stild into oyly vapours borne on high To expiate those flames that else would die Eunu. What answere shall I returne vnto my Lord Mulle. That I will see him presently be gone Borgias Thou art no tutord Pollitition Exit Eunuc To lay another in thy bosome Know a state-villaine must be like the winde That flies vnseene yet lifts an Ocean Into a mountaines height That on the sands Whole Nauies may be split in their discent I stand aboue thee and as from a rocke Whose eminence outswelles the raging flood See thy hopes shipwrackt O credulity Securities blinde nurse the dreame of fooles The drunkards Ape that feeling for his way Euen when he thinkes in his deluded sence To snatch at safety fals without defence Twise hath the Nemean Lyon breathd forth fire And made the scalded Dogge-star pant with heate Twise the dayes planet through the burning signes Hurred his fierie chariot since the time I came to Florence in exchange for Iulia The sonne of Borgias here to learne the tongues The fashions and the arts of Christendome Now by my sly and affable intrusion I am made intimate with Borgias He thinkes my thoughts are Osiars to be wrought In any forme the Dukes that claimd The loue of Iulia he hath deluded By a fain'd rumour of a suddaine death Her he detaines vntill he fits his time By murder of the Dukes to be secure In his owne power to dacke his marriage Timoclea his wife the death of all his plots If she suruiues he now beleues is dead Poysond by me in liew of which he grants His daughter Amada to me for wife As if my hopes flew not as high as his Now to secure my flight and make my wings Stronger then his that melted in the Sun His wife Timoclea liues within this tombe Made seeming liuelesse by a sleepy iuyce Infusd in stead of poyson in her cup Here I must wake her and in her stir vp Reuenge gainst Borgias Image of death and daughter of the night Sister to Lethe all oppressing sleepe Thou that amongst a hundred thousand dreames Crownd with a wreath of mandrakes sitst as Queene To whome a million of care-clogged soules Lye quaffing iuyce of Poppy at thy feete Resigne thy vsurpassion and dislodge Hang on the eyes of sloth and make them sleepe Whose hearts are heauie or whose sorrowes weepe Giue way to motion and thou whose blood Stands in thy full vaines like a charmed floud Receiue the aire againe suruiue his hate That on thy graue againe climbes high to reach his fate Timoclea riseth in the tombe Timo. Who speakes so lowd Mul. He that speakes life Timoclea Timo. You wake me Mul. Such power I chalenge Lady in my voice To wake you from your graue Timo. Where am I Mul. In your graue Timo. Hah my graue Mul. Be not amased madame you are safe Timo. Who speakes vnto me oh forbeare I am not for your presence see my bed Lyes much vnseemely who attends me there What meanes this impudent intrusion Mul. Take time to your amazement know where you are T is Mulleasses speakes to you him you once lou'd T is not now time to feare Timo. I know your face and yet I feare my being Giues cause of feare Mul. Giue your selfe to me and on those rites Due to the sweets of loue here is no daunger Timo. Accept me in your armes Mul. See where you are know you this place Timo. Some Church I thinke Mul. And these the Tropheyes of your Ancestours This is the buriail common to your blood Timo. Oh free me from amazement what strange accident Brought me so neere my death I am now my selfe And truely capable of a discourse Mul. Then know madame your life hath bene pursued And my selfe brib'd to be your poisoner But that my loue
euer thinke of Borgias As if my loue were wrongd by Borgias A groning within What meanes these suddaine tumults in mine eares Saue me eternall guard of innocence Treason treason villaine thou shalt buy my blood Eunuchus rusheth in he kils him Enter Timoclea Eun. O spare me Fer. Distraction of my braine what shape art thou Timo. Iulia Exit Ferr. Iulia hah stay t is gone did I see Or did my feare and fancy frame this forme Villaine thou art some instrument of falshood Confesse thy treason Eun. You are secure that shape that nam'd your loue Pursued me through the court till for my rescue Feare made me vse this violence at your chamber O I am slaine and dye a causeles death I nere liud false to thee all thou hast gaind Is that my soule dyes cleare and leaues thine staind He dyes Ferr. To doe thee good my soule shall say as much And witnes it before the Iudge of soules When at the generall Barre we meete together But I must vse thy shape this night I le walke Hid in thy habit from discerning eyes I le pry about the Court perhaps I may Once more see Iulias ghost and learne her wrongs By them to ayme aright in my reuenge My hand first dyes the scene and it shall fill The stage with vengeance Nemesis shall wade Vp to the chin and bath herselfe in blood The dangling snakes that hang about her necke Shall sucke like Lethe of the purple gore Shed for my Iulias death I le feast the rauenous people of the aire And fill the hungrie wolues with slaughtered men The streets of Florence like the streets of Rome When death Sylla raingd shall run with bloode Their swelling channels with a scarlet tide Shall wash the stores and for my Iulias death The angry gods of wrath shall smile as pleasd To se me so revengd Eunuchu thy death Is but a prologue to induce a plot Maist thou be blessed th' art not worth my hate I must reach higher and on thy disguise Lay but the ground-worke for reuenge to rise Exit Scaena 4. Enter Mulleasses solus Mull. BE pleas'd ye powers of might and bout me skip Your anticke measures like to cole black moores Dauncing their high Lauoltos to the Sun Circle me round and in the midst I le stande And cracke my sides with laughter at your sports Oh my hopes fatte me nor shall time grow old Or weary with attending my successe One night shall crowne me happy Borgias wife Appeares vnto the Dukes for Iulias ghost To breed suspition in them of her murder So that if Borgias chaunce suruiue this night As he must dye if all my plots hits right The Dukes to morrow when the Senate sits May proue what I le affirme against his life Nor to redeeme his safety shall he bring The Lady to disproue what we auerre Here will I cease and in some straunge disguise Keepe till my growing faction be of force To second my ambition for the crowne If I plot well faire Amada must dye And by her mothers hand she must not liue To speake her fathers wrongs Timoclea Thou thou art next I tooke thee from thy graue Not for the loue I bore Timoclea But to sucke from thy vse the sweets of loue I bore to Iulia t was loue and state Saue thee this time of life to strength my fate But blabbe not scilence tongue she comes Enter Timoclea Timo. My Lord what drownd in contemplation Mulleasses loue Mull. Heauenly creation beauties abstract natures wonder Timo. What meanes my Lord awake Timoclea speakes Mul. I must inioy thee Amada strong force of passion Timo. Ha Amada dearest Lord your sence And know me Mul. Ha Timoclea thy loue and pardon I was oreborne And carried from my selfe with idle thoughts Of what sad melancholly suggested in me What comfort bringst thou hath thy dead shape Bene powerfull vnto feare stood they a mazd Their eyes like fiered starres set on thy face Their speeche abrupt and short their haire vpright Stiffe like the quils of Porcupines art blest Timo. I am if what you speak may make me blest Mul. It makes vs happy giues our hope true life Timo. Neither my life nor hope to be so blest Makes me so happy as thy loue deare Turke Were I a Venus thou shouldst be my Mars And I would court thee euen in Phebus sight Although it mou'd an enuy in the gods Be Iouial like Salmecis thy loue Shall cling about thy necke Mull. I am not sportfull Timo. I le dance before thee like a faiery Nimph And with my pleasing motions make thee sport I le court thee nak'd as did the Queene of thoughts Her sullen boy and all to make thee sport Mull You are not pleasing Timo. Not pleasing gentle Turke Time hath not set the caracters of age On my smooth browe my pulses beate as high As when my first youth lifted vp my blood I buy no beauty nor hath nature bene A niggard in my face I am yet yong Fresh and delight some as the checkerd spring The Lilly and the Rose growe in my cheekes And make a bed for loue to rest him on Mul. But I am restles Timo. Rest thee on my brest Mul. No I must pilgrime to a loue deuine Timo. Loue me and vnto loue I le build a shrine And on an Altar offer to our loues The thighs of Sparrowes and of Turtle Doues Mull. You are importunate Timo. Yeeld then and I haue done Mul. No more Faire Amada 's the saint that I adore Exit Timo. Amada minyon is it you Makes me thus sue vnheard my daughter Amada Haue I in my bosome nurst a snake No fierce streamd torrent nor no storme at Sea No stepdame is halfe so raging my blood was not so strong When thou wert got now us like the Sea My soule a Barke that runnes with wind and tyde And cannot stop the Anchor of my thoughts Reason is lost and like the vine-gods priests Running downe Nisa or from Pindus top I am vnstaid and doubtfull in my course O the strong power of sence I must do that Which all succeeding times to come shall speake Yet not beleeue all say t was done yet none Say t was well done Loue is a God Strong free vnbounded and as some define Feares nothing pittieth none such loue is mine Exit Finis Actus 3. Actus 4. Scena I. Enter Iulia and Amada Iuli. O Had our soules no deeper sence then flesh Were they like waxen pictures formable Obsequiously to take impression From euery rude hand and be like this will That wils vs vnto some deformity I should not Amada complaine of wrong But make religion of my forc'd restraint I then should sleepe and pray and on my beades Number deuotion my enuironed spirit Should not thus swell beyond my present freedome Whisper my wrongs and prompt my weaker powers To prone impatience Ama. Madam I am yours Let not the name of daughter vnto him That hath confinde your hope
must mine Soule of Borgias Thus to thy ghost I sacrifice my life To buy thy requiem Borg. I accept it wife He strangles her with her owne haire And thus returne the fall of Borgias Nay nay repent not deere Timoclea Y' are caught in faith then like a Lyonesse Snar'd in the wary hunters tangled toyles Grinde the thin aire swell higher till thou burst And let the breath that like a vapour prest Struggle within thy bosome hurle the vp Soft the time spends fast I haue much to thinke of Before the tell-tale god displaies his light To shewe the world the horror of this night First for thy death the lustfull Turke must dye My riuall in the loue of Iulia Him I le accuse for murdring thee The Dukes Because his claime may alienate my hopes Him in my accusation I will ioyne As ioynt coagent in the Turke deuises As for that rumour of faire Iulias death I 'le first proclaime her life and on Mulleasses Who now detaines her will transfer the falsehood As if my selfe had bene by him deluded These mazes when like Theseus I haue trod Fortune shall spread her wings to make me sailes And with a strong ayre cut the angry tide That into mountaines swels to stay my pride Hah what heauy noise beates through my eares Hang heauy Morpheus on the eies of men And make suspition sleepe Enter Philenzo and Phego Philen. The rumours strange I pray possesse me with your propper knowledge Phego You shall vnderstand Sir that according to my function giuing neere attendance to my Lady she being feruently imployed in the Lobby about a mixture or composure of as we vulgarly tearme it a posset vpon our first entrance ere we had relisht the sweete of her sweete that is the fruit of her labors we were suddainely assayled by a she-goblin to describe it Sir I am not able for my eye-sight turn'd inward to looke after my heart that was running from my heeles yet thankes to the lancknesse of my calfe they made reasonable haste Borg. Heart of all mischiefe see the Court is vp Hell and the darkenes keepe me from their sight Philen. At midnight did Ferrara leaue his chamber Heauens be his safety Phego A ghost a ghost Exit Borgias Philen. Pursue it where it goes feare shall not stop me Followe me sir I le speake to it though death Ceaze on my life it shall not loose mine eies Vnlesse it sincke into the earth Exit Phego S'foot my office is italianated I am faine to come behinde Enter Bordello Bord. Was euer man thus distracted betweene the flesh and the spirit s'foot this Pill hath so fiered my mansion that vnlesse I light on some water-worke I shall loose the raines like a second Phaeton and burne my Fabricke Surely I am that Tantalus the hungry Poets talke of and am as dry as an Eele in a sand-bagge and yet want water for the reaching Let me see why should I feare spirits that haue raised vp such an able one at my pleasure that like a bold Orator stands on tip-toes to speake in Barre and yet me thinkes he should be no good pleader he was so suddenly deiected and out of countenance with an apparition I would the case were laid open that I might see how my young mooter would bestir himselfe Ha who is this no more ghosts I hope if it be it is the more womanlie of the two She lyes as if she knewe the end of her creation On my life some wayting mayde that hath a Court Epilepsie come vpon her I le see if she fome at the mouth Out alas the heauens haue conspired poore Bordellos ouerthrowe The vertuous Timoclea wretched and most accursed hands that haue trust vp my fortunes in thy Elfe-knot Scaena 2. Enter Duke of Venice Lord Prusias Attend Lord THese apparitions doe import more weight Then our distracted iudgements can yet poize Yet mighty Duke suspend a while all feare If both my power in state and worth in honor May be sufficient gage to be your guarde Then thinke you are in safety Ven. Sir we thanke you neither is there one Knowne vnto vs in Florence on whose worth I dard assure such safety as from you And to that end I brought this gentleman As well to acquaint you with this deepe occurrence That much concernes your present state as craue A guard for our security gainst daunger Prus. Respect your guard great Duke Villaine what art thou Bord. A most deiected parcell of mans flesh Prus. Lend your eyes and see A deede as blacke as is the time that hides it A murdered gentlewoman Lord Ignoble villaine could thy coward-arme Presume the least wrong to her feeble sexe Bord. Wrong heauens knowe I meant to haue done her as much right as could haue bene done to one of her sexe Ven. Death hath not changd her forme see her face You may discerne her by her character Lord She beares the image of Timoclea Wife unto Borgias Ven. Soule of delusion in this very shape The ghost of Iulia was presented vnto me Lord Amazement and the giddy thought of feare Run an vnsteady circuit through my braine Thy feare and trembling doth proclaime thy guilt Bord. Alas Sir my shaking proceedes of a standing ague I haue had this two houres Lord The time importunates and craues suddaine counsell Guard ceaze him safe some beare this body hence Wee 'le vnto Borgias chamber him wee 'le wake Acquaint him with the ground of our suspition Meane time be safe in me nor loue nor life Shall turne mine honors current I le be your guard This hand seemes your person or my sword Shall in the Traytours heart make good my word Exeunt Scena 3. Enter Mulleasses Iulia c. Iuli. IF thou beest humane then forsake thy sute Your words are strange to me my virgin eares Nere knew such sound desist I will not bowe Mull. We loose all pleasure that we do not knowe Then like Pandora view those heauenly guifts The Gods haue deckt thee with See but thy selfe And taste more pleasure from thy proper good Then from the full horne of the Protean floud Elisium is in thee and I implore Iuli. Syrens haue left the Sea and sing on shore Mull. Could I out-sing those Syrens Iulia Or were my voyce as tunefull as that harpe That now vies musicke with the harmonious orbes To which each learned Sister naild a star Thou mightst with safety heare me thy Vncles loue Cold as the white head of the Apennine feeles not my fire ambition of rule Turnes al the heate is left in him to incest If thy warme blood that dallies in thy vaines And through thy flesh like wanton riuilets plaies Desires with Nyle to rise aboue her bankes And vent in pleasure on the neighbouring plaines A carpet richer then the breast of Tempe Or Tagus yellow channell shall be spread And prest with Iulias weight Nor the blew Sea-god when in stormes he treads On pearles as Orient as the rysing East
For which the toyling Negro diues in vaine Are boasted of such wealth thy bed as soft As downe feathers pluckt from Ledas swannes Shall yeeld vnto thy dalliance A hundred boyes like winged Cherubins As faire as Psiches loue shall Iulia Enough too much I am not fit for pleasure Or if I were thy Mermaid eloquence Sounds harsher in my eares then Sillas dogs Vnto the frighted Sea-man Mul. Lady Iulia Heathen prophane Mull. Be gentle Madam Iulia If thou beest gentle leaue me Mahomet Our loues like our religions are at warres And I disclaime all peace Mull. And I a louers smoothnes your Vnckle 's dead His power is mine and you must goe Iulia Soule of wrongs whither y' are both to weake Ther 's more then woman in me villaine slaue Mul. You vrge me vnto violence come to my chamber Iulia In hell or in my graue a rape treason treason Lord A guard a guard Mull. Death of my hope the Court is vp Enter Lord Venice and attendants with Bordello bound Ven. From hence the voyce was heard be circumpect Iulia Treason treason Lord Who speakes that word Iulia Iulia your Soueraigne Mul. Scilence or thou dyest Lord Error of darkenesse in what Labirinth Our soules are plunged raise the Court Iulia Iul. I Ven. Iulia and Mulleasses Mul. Iulia and Mulleasses fond Venitian Preuented at the point of hapines Ven. Thus I redeeme her Mul. And like Cephalus kill thine owne Procris Iul. Saue me Lord Thy death shall be her freedome infidell Mul. Why stop you in your courses short breathed Christians Nayle vs together Now me thinks I stand Like a proud Lyon with a richer prize Then Nessus would haue stolne from Hercules And dare your enuies my death vnto your state Shalbe as ominous as his poysond shirt Your false Protector 's dead he mockt your griefes And made you weepe at Iulias funerall Whose hope I vnderwrought and now had worne The wreath of Florence Loue and ambition Kindled my cold braine from their mutuall heate Sprung my aspiring aime nor shall it sincke But in the death of Iulia since I cannot Quench my hot thirst of Lust and coole the heat That hotter then the coales of Parta Burne in my liuer like the snowy Dragon Tangling the Elephant in his snarled orbes I le dye in the pursuit of my desire And mixe our bloods in death to sate my fire Ven. Hold monster Lord Damnation on thy soule Ven. Thy death shall ransome her Mul. Death double thy feard force and it some forme Affright pale Hecate darken the Moone I like the Sunne backt on th' Arcadian beast When in his burning progresse he did sindge Adonis gardens from my soules faire light Chase cloudy feare and like Thetis sonne When he was oynted with Ambrosia Am more then fire-proofe liues Iulia yet Ven. She liues dam'd villaine and out-liues thy hate Mull. Death had bene kinde in her with her I might Vnder the coole shades of Elisium Played before Pluto and made Proserpine As iealous as Iuno of my loue But since I must not Enter Borgias Philenzo Phego Borg. Vp from the darke earths exhalations Thicker then Lernas foggy mists and hide me I cannot loose their sight hel of feare Phil. It flies our eager steps follow follow Lord What meanes these clamours Borgias Mul. Hah Borgias Borg. Horror of soules I am surprizd Mull. Illusiue ayre false shape of Borgias Could thy vaine shaddow worke a feare in him That like an Atlas vnderwent the earth When with a firme and constant eye he sawe Hells fifty headed Porter thus I 'de proue Thy apparition idle runnes at Borgias Borg. Treason I liue Deuils and Furies I am slaine Lord Wonder of admiration what distraction is this Mul. Ha ha ha climbe high my mounting spirit And when thou hast aspird to thy full hight Like a Collossus on a base of cloudes Stand and applaud thy fortunes Borgias Borg. Grin'st hellish Anticke Mul. Should the Cecropian theefe stretch my torne flesh Rackt on his bed of steele if on Caucasus My growing liuer were exposd a prey To rauening Vulturs I would still laugh To see thee like a falling Pine-tree reele In a rough tempest Borg. Hold vp ye broken organs of my soule Carry me high and make me stand as firme As Oakes on Ossa that aduance their tops Euen till their rootes breake Timoclea Mull. For loue of me kild her owne childe Thy daughter Amada Lord Amazement Borg. Blest fates I thanke you I shal dye reueng'd Fly Ioue lou'd Nemesis and at Iustice feet Shake thy triumphall Ash I slue Timoclea Mull. By thee before thought dead I tooke her from the hearse of Iulia When in the habit of a murdred ghost This night she appeared to the Duke to breed Suspect in them of thee and arme their hate Vnto my plotted faction Ven. Damnd illusion Lord Where is Ferrara Phil. Heauens be his guard Borg. So they are He kild my slaue And in his habit by this hand he dyed Phil. False periurd villaine He runs at him Borg. Sinke sinke Cytheron high Pallene tremble Greene Tempe wither and with me forgoe Your place and being this whole world of flesh With fatall earth-quakes totters False Turke thy fate be but as cruell as is Borgias hate moritur Mul. Stoope down thou Lydian mount bend thy cold head And hide it in thy brackish fathers waues That as thou shrinkst thy starry loade may nod At Mulleasses fall or euer shroude Those ioyfull bonfires in a mourning cloude moritur Ven. Iust end of treason Lord Madame our duties ioy your life And wish your happinesse Ven. As the iust reward of daunger My Lord I claime her loue Lord Not without Iustice braue Venecian She is herselfe and free Iulia And thus I giue my selfe Lord Heauens seale it for the the good of both our states Ven. Philenzo We can but grieue at great Ferraras losse Embassadours from vs shall plead our sorrowes Euen to your Senats meane time his obsequies Shall want no honor Signior Bordello We giue you liberty what remaines vndone Shall by the Senate be confirm'd leade on FINIS