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
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
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