turnd death vnto a sleepe And brought you thus aliue vnto your graue Timo Say on my deerest Lord who brib'd thy loue What barbarisme or what desert of mine Mou'd this attempt against my life Mul. My soule durst iustifie your innocence But that desease that bred in Paradise Swels like the Presters poison in our vaines To which al men are heirs ambition Desire to be like God t' was that corruption Gaue me occasion thus to shew my loue On your liues safety Timo. My loue and life are thine speake openly What brest could be so cruelly ambitious Whose honor or whose fortunes could my life Ecclipse or darken Mul First madame you must sweare By life by loue and by that happinesse Your soule assures you in the faith you hold With me this night to prosecute reuenge On your liues enemy Timo. By life by loue and by that happinesse My soule assures me in the faith I hold By that which binds me more by this kisse him I sweare this night to prosecute reuenge On my liues enemie Mul Enough thy resolution like a fire Makes my warme blood boyle Borgias Timo. My husband Mul. Your husband start not Lady T was he that by a promise of your daughter The fairest Amada to me for wife Made my tongue say that I would poyson you Silence deere Lady choke all passion And feminine complaints in thoughts of vengance Forget you are a woman and be like your wrongs Full swolne with death let your inuentiue braines Carry more fate in their conception Then Hecubas wombe to Troy my plots are yours Are you reuengefull Timo. As full as Iealousie or the wife of Iason Rob'd by the faire Corinthian of her loue Mul. Then thus we seale our resolution kisse Thus I ascend and from proud Fortunes wheele Pull my owne fate forgiuenes Mahomet My hopes make me prophane and my proud thoughts Vsurpe aboue thy greatnesse Apprehension Thou that giuest foode vnto the soule of man The best companion to relieue the minde What sweete suggestions of my future blisse Haue I from thee O I am transported Beyond the power of reason the present time Craues a more sober temper Madam this disguise Must carry you vnknowne vnto my chamber Where we haue much to do release your thoughts Giue freedome to those faculties of nature That made your sexe first dare to reach at pleasure Be proud and lustfull let ambition sway The power of action in you murder and blood Are the two pillars of a States-mans good Exeunt Seena 2. Borgias solus Borg. A A Pollititian Proteus-like must alter His face and habit and like water seeme Of the same colour that the vessell is That doth containe it varying his forme With the Cameleon at each obiects change Twice like a Serpent haue I cast my skin Once when with mourning sighs I wept for Iulia And made the two Dukes weepe for Iulia That coat is cast now like an Amorist I come in louing tearmes to court my Iulia And seeme a louer but of all shapes This sits me worst whose constellation Stampt in my rugged brow the signes of death Enuy and ruine strong Antipathyes Gainst loue and pleasure yet must my tongue with passionate oathes and protestations With sighes smooth glances and officious tearmes Spread artificiall mists before the eies Of credulous simplicity he that will be high Must be a Parasite to fawne and lye Enter Amada Amada Ama. Your pleasure Borg. How stand your thoughts affected to the marriage I lately did acquaint you with are you resolu'd Ama. I am Rather to dye then liue to see that houre aside Borg. I would see Iulia pray her company Ama. I will Exit Amada Enter Mulleasses Borg. Your presence is most welcome Mull. What businesse of import Borg. Nought for the instant but a wooing sceane Prepare your wit my Lord to fight with words The Champions straight approch but two to two Enter Iulia and Amada Borgias courts Iulia and Mulleasses Amada glancing his eye on Iulia Mull. My lou'd deere Lady Borg, Beauteous Madam Mull. Faire as the morning Borg. Be as thy beauty seemes propitious louing Mull. Attractiue Sunshine all affections mouing Borg. More then a subiect and more humbly bent Iul. How supple seemes ambition Vncle y' ar too low Mull. Deuinest faire to whome all hearts should bow Ama. Fit attributes for heauen my Lord my feature Is but earthmould the weake frame of nature Mull. Yet grac't with heauenly vertue it seemes deuine Borg. I know your lights aboue me yet let it shine Like the daies beauty on the lowly plaines Iuli. Subiects are no fit loues for Soueraignes Borg. High comets from the earth draw vp then nurture Iul. Yet from the Sunne true starres haue all their lustre Mull. True starre on earth Ama. You flatter pray' forbeare Borg. Loue Madam is importunate you must heare Your nicenesse makes me be abrupt I loue And must enioy you Mull. Hell to my loue Borgias I 'le preuent you Iul. I must be plaine loue you me my Lord Borg. I by that power that made me Iuli. Restore then that that you haue robd me of My honor and my life for I am dead So thought of in the world giue me what I am Returne the title due vnto my birth Dutchesse of Florence and thy Soueraigne Make me as free as I was borne and giue my loue The liberty of nature then shall I beleeue And thinke you loue me Borg. I will restore your honors and your life I will returne the duties of your birth Dutchesse of Florence and my Soueraigne The Soueraigne of my heart and kneele to you And make my thoughts as humble as my knees See I am not ambitious t is not a crowne The gorgeous title of a Soueraigne Makes me so euil in your thoughts the poize of loue Whome some terme light and giues him wings To soare al oft in me is but the same And makes me stoope thus low to Iulia Iuli. Vncle I am asham'd that any bloud of mine Should harbor such an incest you haue an easier way To gaine what you desire make good the fame The world is now possest of murther me Then are you heire to Florence t is not halfe so ill As this incestuous mixture you so plead for Gainst nature and the law of heauen but on Vse your vsurped power be still a villaine My life is the vtmost and you may commaund it But my bloods vessell giuen vnto my soule As a pure mansion to inhabit in Shall while I am and breath be vnprophan'd I le be more chast then Lucrece dye vnstaind Mull. You are a woman Lady and wil change The Protector 's at a nonsuit in his loue How now my Lord Borg. Thus crost by superstitious obstinacy I le vse the power I haue and make How thriues your sute Mull. Vnthriftily like yours we are no Venus darlings No delight for women she cannot loue Borg. She cannot loue your reason Lady Is your blood holy are you a
Then in my chamber laugh that thou art dead Ferrara takes vp Borgias Borgias drawes out Ferraras dagger and stabs him with it What suddaine paine assaults my yeelding heart Borg. Ha ha ha you le beare me to my bed Then in your chamber laugh that I am dead Ferr. Liuest thou damnd villaine Borg. I liue and laugh vilde slaue to see thy fall This is the inclosure of a damned soule Villaine thou shalt not breath another word Ferr. Stay but a minute longer know that I haue Thy promise and thy oath to be my guard Thy slaue I murthered and assumd his shape I am Ferrara Borg. Ferrara ha true true clap clap ye furies Dance your blacke rounds and with your yron whips Fetching eternall lashes as ye skip Strike a loud sounding musicke through the aire And make the nights Queene pale to heare your noise You haue my oath and promise for your guard So wise men promise fooles but their reward Like thine Ferrara is the losse of breath Ferr. Iustice I thee implore reuenge my death Borg. Mulleasses thinkes me dead and in his plots Goes on securely I le returne his pollicies And vpon him transport Ferraras murther My wife he hath forsooke that sweetens danger That I but liue to see reuenge on her My weake force built vpon the Turkish fleete I see is ruind and I but vndermined No hope is left saue in mine owne commaund And power with the state whose light credulity I easely did delude with Iulias death But yet Timoclea liues and may perhaps Escape her false loues hate which if she do This blacke nights horror falls like thunder on me She must not liue till day be euer darke Stand night vpon the noonestead and attend My fates security if euer blacknes pleasd Or deedes to which men may resemble thee Turne then thy sooty horse and with their feete Beate at the rising morne force the Sunne Forbeare his lustre till this black deed 's done Exit Finis Actus quart Actus 5 Scena I. Enter Timocleasola Timo. HEll and ye furies wheresoere you be show me your tortures and present your selues Or let the burning monarch clad in flame Make an infernall eccho to my name I know not what I say Timoclea wrongd Loue-slighted and contemned O my wish That like the crosse-eyd witch of Thessaly My voice could through the riuets of the earth Hollo and call reuenge or rather what My dangerous ghost attir'd like Nemesis About her middle for a virgin Zone Girt with a forckt-tooth'd serpent vent at my brest That did exceed a stepdame in my lust Forbeare yet gentle maide thy fathers soule Kneels at the brazen Throne of Radamanth And craues that office Whither am I borne Dispaire thou art a false glasse to the soule And in the conscience dazeld with thy guilt Of many sinnes dost vary formes of feare I not belieue thy forc'd suggestions I am seduc'd by passion death and terror Borg. Error within Timo. False aire thou liest I erre not my loues wronge I le teare out of my brest forget those hopes Made my hands bloody I am cleare vnstaind Borg. Staind Timo. Forbeare thy thunder gentle gentle voice Beate not my conscience torments gainst the walls To make the Court ring with thy clamorous answers Heauens let my teares redeeme me vnto life Borg. Life Timo. Of my terror I desire not speake of death Borg. Death Timo. Of my daughter how easie through the aire Our sinnes are hurried thou canst tell of murder Borg. Murder Timo. I of my husband night thy cole-blacke wings Though darker then the Moones ecclipsed browe Are not fit Canopies for sinne Enter Borgias Borg. Timoclea Timo. Distraction of my soule who breathes my name Borg. The airy breath of him that sometime liu'd A tenant in the brest of Borgias By thee driuen out the frame and house of life Timo. By me Borg. And now like one whome sterne oppression throwes Nak'd out of all he did possesse being robd and spoild Of the warme couert he inhabited I sigh my helpelesse wrongs and in the aire Counting all hope I had find all dispaire Timo. Dispaire Borg. And empty longings for an end of paine Which I still wish and craue Timo. But neuer gaine Borg. Neuer Timo. Forgiue me Borg. Aske it of the heauens To whom my blood with ceasseles clamours calls For Iustice and reuenge Timo. Iustice in heauen is like my sin gainst thee Cruell and sooner may I with my knees Eate through the center from these pearly eyes Should there fall downe more teares of penitence Then the clouds drop to purchase a newe spring I could not be forgiuen Borg. Death is the winter dombd vnto thy soule Disrobe it of that warme and wanton flesh The mouth of Iustice bids Timoclea dye Timo. Be thou then iustice executioner Reuengefull spirit in this flesh of mine Carue thy reuenge in carracters of blood Blast me or from the centers hollow deepe Let loose some coniur'd tempests whose lowd stormes Driuen through the ayre sings horror to the world And let them hurle me gainst the labouring clowdes Sinke to the brazen-gated deepe Abisse Where furies sit curling their snakes in knots And pull a viper from Alectos head And on these breasts that in thy heat of life Haue bene as pillowes to aduance thy lust Let it sucke freely the AEgiptian Queene Nere dyed more daring And to the sterne commissioners of blood Be a glad Hermes tell them Timoclea Takes vengeance on her selfe dull Element be gone Borg. The mornings saffron horse breathes from the East Their spicy vapors suckt from th' ndian plaines And through the gentle ayre hurle their perfumes I heare the Suns steedes trot towards the milky way And in a Coach of flames draw vp the day Aurorat vsher to the starres of night Tels the approching of the God of light They gin to twinckle and take in their fires At their ecclipse we spirits leaue the aire And in a dismall vale of darkenesse grone Vnder the burthen of a thousand chaines I must away thou onely dost detayne me With want of vengeance which thy death must gaine me Tim. It shall it shall Hard hap of misery it hath many hands That like the windings of a laborinth Leads the despayring wretch into a maze But not an Ariadne in the world That lends a clewe to led vs out the world The very maze of horror Cease thou that stands first mouer of the Spheres From whose high concaue all inferiour fires Deriue successiue motion Stand ye night-wandring planets in a maze And from your hollow Fabricks vewe Timoclea Or else ye heauens put in your flaring lights And on your azure-seiled arches hang A rauen-blacke Canopy of congealed cloudes That you may seeme a Chaos to the world And boade eternall darkenes thou wert not made to kill Lookes on her haire displayed Nor was the Diademe of her Ponticke Queene Made as a fatall instrument of death And yet it was the engine stop her breath As thou
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
Griefe is a Tortoyse to the nimble sence And chils their motions the officers of loue Liue at our funerall and in death do moue Exeunt Scaena secunda Enter Amada Eunuchus Ama. Eunuchus Eunu. Madam Ama. What solemnity is that the Citty celebrates Eunu. The Dukes of Venice and Ferrara Are with your father entred the wals Vnto the funerals of Iulia Ama. Why is Iulia dead Eunu. I hope your Ladiship Ama. I cry thee mercy the remembrance of her Makes me still thinke she liues And that 's the cause they parleyed on the wals Eunu. True Madam Ama. Remoue a while Eunu. At your seruice Lady stand aside Ama. Iulia giuen out for dead And liue in durance at my fathers will T is strange the Dukes inuited to her funerall More mists of pollicy O simplicity The clue of reason cannot guid the fate Of this Dedalion maze wer 't not prophane In me to question nature for my birth And quarrell with my starres for being daughter To him whome I suspect to be a villaine Some inspiration of religious thoughts Make nature lesse in me and beare my duty Euen with his awe whose vncontrould commaund Frees our obedience from our impious parents My father Borgias left in charge with me That I should keepe faire Iulia I am her Iaylor To whome both he and I do owe alleagiance Distracted duty how should I bestow thee On the right owner Iustice I adore thee Enter Borgias Borg. Amada Ama. My loue and duty Borg. Alone Ama. My mothers Eunuch Borg. How fares Iulia Ama. Liues as you cōmanded vnseene priuate Burg. Thy mother 's dead Ama. Defend it heauens Borg. Dead no more Eunuchus Ennu. My loue and seruice Borg. You gaue it out last night as I commaunded Timoclea my wife was sicke Eunu. I did and 't like your grace Borg. When sets the Sunne Eunu. Some six houres hence Borg. To night wil be to soone to morrow morning Rumour 't about the Citty my wife is dead Say abroad she is dead Eunu It shall be done Borg. So shall thy duty keepe me bound to thee Amada some thing more I haue to say Prepare for marriage Ama. For marriage Borg. Question me not thou must be married Mulleasses is thy husband my word hath seald it Be still my Argus and keepe Iulia Death to my soule Eunuchus Canst thou vnknowne to any saue thy selfe Poyson a groome to stuffe a coffen with Eunu. I can to please your Lordship Borg. O thou shalt please vs highly I haue great vse Of such a thing I prethee do it My wife last night was poysoned her body The world beleeues is Iulias supposed dead Now for the second funerall of my wife Her coffin must be fild vp with some slaue He shall be honord princely to his graue The funerall staies my presence Amada See to my Iulia if Mulleasses moue Be kinde and gentle to his proffered loue Exit Borgias Ama. Heere 's a distracted laborinth of wit Iulia aliue and yet her funeral kept My mother dead and neuer Sicke t is true To many death is suddaine and vnlookt for So 't was to her and in the midst of death I must be married death take me to Let me not liue to see those tapers burne That leade me to his bed where 's sanctity Religion is the fooles bridle worne by pollicy As horse weare trappers to seeme faire in show And make the worldes eye dote on what we seeme Be silent yet for duty stops thy mouth I le in to Iulia 't is she and I That must be Chorus in this Tragedy Exit Amada Eunu. How so'ere my fortunes make me now a slaue I was a free borne Christians sonne in Cyprus When Famagusta by the Turke was sackt In the deuision of which Citty spoyles My fortunes fell to Mulleasses lot Nor was it Tyranny inough that I was Captiue My parents robd of me and I of them But they wrongd nature in me made me an Eunuch Disabled of those masculine functions Due from our sex and thus subiected These sixteene yeares vnto the vilde commaund Of an imperious Turke I now am giuen To serue the hidden secrets of his lust Vnto Timoclea the wife of Borgias Whose priuate mixtures I am guilty of Betwixt these three I stand as in a maze In eg'd to al their sinnes and made a baud To lust and murder Mulleasses first Giues me vnto Timoclea that without suspect I might procure their loues security For which they promise me my liberty Eut Borgias whether iealous of his wife Of reaching at some further pollicy Bindes me with golden offers to his trust And first comaunds me rumour it abroad Timoclea his wife was sicke when at that instant She was in health and dauncing with her Turke Now I must second that report with death And say abroad Timoclea is dead Short warning for a iourney vnto heauen But which amazeth most I must prouide The body of some groome to stop a coffin with This is a riddle of some Sphinx let Oedipus Vnfold the meaning I leaue it to th' euent And thinke most safety in not knowing it I must prouide some groome that 's my commaund Prosper me Saturne and those starres of sinne Whose influence makes villaines fortunate He kils by law that kils men for a state Enter Bordella Pantofle his Page But who comes heere oh my spruce he letcher That makes his boye saue him the charges of a bawdy house Fore Mahomet an excellent fellow for my Lords coffin Assist me power of wit Bord. Pantofle Pan. At your pleasure sir Bord. Thou hast bene at my pleasure indeed Pantofle I will retreate into the country hate this amourous Court and betake my selfe to obscurity I tel thee boye I wil returne by this Circyan Isle without transformation since Hebe hath discouered her secrets I will turne Iupiter hate the whole sexe of women and onely embrace thee my Gammede Pan. Sfoot sir you are as passionate for the disloyalty of your Sempstresse as some needy knight would be for the losse of some rich magnificos widdow doe you not see how the supporters of the Court the Lady of the labby gape after your good parts like so many grigges after fresh water and can you withhold the dew of your moyster element Bord. I tel thee should the Lady Iulia when she was aliue haue profered me her cheeke to kisse I would not haue bowed to that painted image for her whole Dukedome Mercury had no good aspect in the horoscope of my natiuity women and lotium are reciprocall their sauour is noysome Eun. Why her 's a slaue in folio will seeme to slight the loue of a Princesse when he would willingly spend his talent on an oyster wife Bord. Sirra Pantofle trusse vp my wardrobe but withal publish my departure I would willingly put my creditors to the chardge of garding me out of towne Pan. It will much scandalize your reputation for to depart indebted you will be cursed heauily Bord. To depart in debted
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
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
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