against ten thousand mouthes that mutter her disgrace shee s presently for daunces Enter Ferrar Bean. For daunces Maq. Most true Enusia Most strange see heere 's my seruant yong Ferrard How many seruants thinkst thou I haue Maquarelle Maq. The more the merier t was well sayd vse your seruants as you doe your smocks haue many vse one and change often for that 's most sweete and courtlike Ferrar. Saue yee fayre Ladies is the Duke returned Bean. Sweet Sir no voyce of him as yet in Court Fer. T is very strange Bean. And how like you my seruant Maquarelle Maq. I thinke hee could hardly drawe Ulisses bowe but by my fidelity were his nose narrower his eyes broader his hands thinner his lippes thicker his legges bigger his feete lesser his haire blacker and his teeth whiter hee were a tollerable sweete youth ifaith And hee will come to my Chamber I will reade him the fortune of his beard Cornets sound Fer. Not yet returnd I feare but The Dutches approcheth Enter Mendozo supporting the Dutches Guerrino the Ladyes that are on the Stage rise Ferrard Vshers in the Dutches and then takes a Lady to treade a measure SCENA SECVNDA Aur. We will daunce musique we will daunce Guer. Lesquanto Ladie penses bien passa regis or Beanchas brawle Aur. We haue forgot the brawle Fer. So soone t is wonder Guerrino Why t is but two singles on the left two on the right three double forward a trauerse of six round do this twice three singles side galliard tricke of twenty curranto pace a figure of eight three singles broken downe come vp meete two doubles fall backe and then honor Aurelia O Dedalus thy maze I haue quite forgot it Maq. Trust me so haue I sauing the falling back and then honor Enter Prepasso Aurelia Musicke musicke Prepasso Who saw the duke the duke Enter Equato Aurel. Musicke Equato The duke is the duke returned Aurelia Musicke Enter Celso Celso The duke is either quite inuisible or else is not Aurelia We are not pleased with your intrusion vppon our priuate retirement we are not pleasde you haue forgot your selues Enter a Page Celso Boy thy Maister where 's the Duke Page Alas I left him burying the earth with his spread ioylesse limbs he tolde me he was heauy would sleep bade me walke off for that the strength of fantasie oft made him talking in his dreames I strait obeide nor neuer saw him since but where so ere he is hee 's sad Aur. Musicke sound high as is our heart sound high SCENA TERTIA Enter Maleuole and Pietro disguised like an Hermit Mal. The Duke peace the Duke is dead Aurel. Musicke Mal. I st Musicke Men. Giue proofe Fer. How Cel. Where Pre. When Mal. Rest in peace as the Duke duz quietly sit for my owne part I beheld him but dead that 's all marry heer 's one can giue you a more particular account of him Men. Speake holy father nor let any browe within this presence fright thee from the truth speake confidently and freely Aur. We attend Pietro Now had the mounting Suns all-ripening wings Swept the cold sweat of night from earths danke breast When I whom men call Hermit of the Rocke Forsooke my Cell and clamberd vp a cliffe Against whose base the heady Neptune dasht His high curld browes there t' was I easde my limbes When loe my entrailes melted with the moane Some one who farre boue me was climbde did make I shal offend Men. Not Aur. On Pietro Me thinks I heare him yet O female faith Goe sowe the ingratefull sand and loue a woman And do I liue to be the skoffe of men To be their wittall cuckold euen to hugge my poyson Thou knowest ô Trueth Sooner hard steele will melt with Southerne wind A Seamans whistle calme the Ocean A towne on fire be extinct with teares Then women vow'd to blushlesse impudence With sweet behauiour and soft minioning Will turne from that where appetite is fixt O powerfull blood how thou dost slaue their soule I washt an Ethiop who for recompence Sullyde my name And must I then be for'cd To walke to liue thus black must must fie He that can beare with must he cannot die With that he sigh'd so passionately deepe That the dull ayre even groand at last he cries Sinke shame in seas sinke deepe enough so dies For then I viewd his bodie fall and sowse Into the fomy maine O then I saw That which me thinks I see it was the Duke Whome straight the nicer stomackt sea Belcht vp but then Mal. Then came I in but las all was too late For euen straight he sunke Pietro Such was the Dukes sad fate Cel. A better fortune to our Duke Mendozo Cry all Mendozo Cornets florish Enter a guard Men. A guard a guard we full of hartie teares For our good fathers losse For so we well may call him Who did beseech your loues for our succession Cannot so lightly ouer-iumpe his death As leaue his woes reuenglesse woman of shame We banish thee for euer to the place From whence this good man comes Nor permit on death vnto the bodie any ornament But base as was thy life depart away Aur. Vngratefull Men. Away Aur. Villaine heare me Prepasso and Guerino leads away the Dutches Men. Be gone my Lords addresse to publique counsel T is most fit The traine of Fortune is borne vp by wit Away our presence shal be sudden haste All depart sauing Mendozo Maleuole and Pietro Mal. Now you egregious deuill ha ye murthering polititian how dost duke how dost looke now braue duke yfaith Men: How did you kill him Mal: Slatted his brains out then sowst him in the brinie sea Men: Braind him and drownd him too Mal: O t was best sure worke For he that strikes a great man let him strike home or els ware hee le prooue no man shoulder not a huge fellow vnlesse you may be sure to lay him in the kennell Men: A most sound braine panne I le make you both Emperours Mal: Make vs christians make vs christians Men: I le hoist yee yee shall mount Mal. To the gallows say ye O ô me Pranium incertum petit certum scelus How stands the Progresse Men. Here take my ring vnto the Citadell Haue entrance to Maria the graue Dutches Of banisht Altofront Tell her wee loue her Omit no circumstance to grace our Person doo 't Mal. Iste make an excellent pandar Duke farewell due adue Duke Exit Men. Take Maquerelle with thee for t' is found None cutts a Diamon but a Diamound Hermit thou art a man for me my Confessor O thou selected spirit borne for my good Sure thou wouldst make an excellent elder in a deformed church Come we must be inward thou and I all one Pietro I am glad I was ordayned for yee Men. Goe to then thou must knowe that Maleuole is a strange villaine dangerous very dangerous you see howe broade a speakes a grose-jawde rogue I would haue thee poison
I le tell the Lady I haue heard of a sect that maintained when the husband was asleepe the wife might lawfully entertaine another man for then her husband was as dead much more when he is banished Mar. Vnhonest creature Maq. Pish honesty is but an art to seeme so pray yee what 's honesty what 's constancie but fables fained odde old fools chat deuisde by ielous fooles to wrong our liberty Mal. Mully he that loues thee is a Duke Mendozo he will maintaine thee royally loue the ardently defend thee powerfully marrie thee sumptuously and keepe thee in despight of Rosciclere or Donzell dell Phebes there 's jewels if thou wilt so if not so Mar: Captaine for Gods loue saue poore wretchednesse From tyranny of lustfull insolence Inforce me in the deepest dungeon dwell Rather then heere heere round about is hell O my dear'st Altofront where ere thou breath Let my soule sinke into the shades beneath Before I staine thine honour t is thou hast And long as I can die I will liue chaste Mal. Gainst him that can enforce how vaine is strife Mar. She that can be enforc'd haz nere a knife She that through force her limbes with lust enroules Wants Cleopatraes aspes and Portiaes coales God amend you Exit with Captaine Mal: Now the feare of the Diuell for euer go with thee Maquerelle I tell thee I haue found an honest woman faith I perceiue when all is done there is of women as of all other things some good most bad some saintes some sinners for as now adaies no Courtier but haz his mistris no Captaine but haz his cockatrice no Cuckold but haz his hornes and no foole but haz his father even so no woman but haz her weaknesse and feather too no sex but haz his I can hunt the letter no furder O God how loathsome this toying is to me that a Duke should be forcd to foole it well Stultorūplena sunt omnia better play the foole Lord then be the foole Lord now where 's your slightes Madam Maquarelle Maq. Why are yee ignorant that t is sed a squemish affected nicenes is naturall to women and that the excuse of their yeelding is onely forsooth the difficult obtaining you must put her too 't women are flaxe and will fire in a moment Mal. Why was the flax put into thy mouth and yet thou thou set fire thou enflame her Maq. Mary but I le tell yee now you were too hot Mal. The fitter to haue influencd the flaxwoman Maq. You were too boisterous spleeny for indeede Mal. Go go thou art a weake pandres now I see Sooner earthes fire heauen it selfe shall waste Then all with her can melt a minde that 's chaste Go thou the Dukes lime-twigge I le make the Duke turne thee out of thine office what not get one touch of hope and had her at such advantage Maq. Now a my conscience now I thinke in my discretion we did not take her in the right signe the blood was not in the true veine sure Exit SCENA TERTIA Enter Prepasso and Ferrand two pages with lightes Celso and Equato Mendozo in darker robes Bilioso and Guerrino Exeunt all saving Maleuole Men. On on leaue vs leaue vs stay where is the hermit Mal. With Duke Pietro with Duke Pietro Men. Is he dead is he poysoned Mal. Dead as the Duke is Men. Good excellent he will not blabbe securenes liues in secrecy come hither come hither Mal. Thou hast a certaine strong villanous sent about thee my nature cannot indure Men. Sent man what returnes Maria what answer to our sute Mal. Colde frostie she is obstinate Men, Then shee s but dead t is resolute she dies Black deede onely through black deedes safely flies Mal. Pew per scelera semper sceleribus tutum est iter Men. What art a scholler art a polititian sure thou arte an arrand knaue Mal. Who I I ha bene twice an vnder sherife man Men. Canst thou impoyson canst thou impoyson Mal: Excellently no Iew Potecary or Polititian better look ye here 's a box whom wouldst thou impoison here 's a box which opened and the fume tane vp in condites thorow which the braine purges it selfe doth instantly for 12. houres space bind vp al shew of life in a deep sensles sleep here 's another which being opened vnder the sleepers nose choaks all the pores of life kills him sodainely Enter Celso Men. I le try experiments t is good not to be deceued so so Catzo Who would feare that ma destroy death hath no teeth nor tong And he that 's great to him one slaues shame Murder fame and wrong Celzo Cell: My honored Lord Men. The good Maleuole that plain-tongued man alas is dead on sodaine wondrous strangely he held in our esteem good place Celso see him buried see him buried Cels: I shall obserue yee Men. And Celso prethee let it be thy care to night To haue some pretty shew to solemnize Our high instalment some musike maskery Wee le giue faire entertaine vnto Maria The Dutchesse to the banishd Altofront Thou shalt conduct her from the Citadell Vnto the Pallace thinke on some maskery Cel: Of what shape sweete Lorde Men. Why shape why any quicke done fiction As some braue spirites of the Genoan Dukes To come out of Elizium forsooth Led in by Mercury to gratulate Our happy fortune some such any thing some farre fet tricke good for Ladies some stale toy or other no matter so 't be of our deuising Do thou prepar 't t is but for fashion sake Feare not it shal be grac'd man it shall take Cel: All seruice Men: All thankes our hand shal not be close to thee farewel Now is my trechery secure nor can we fall Mischiefe that prospers men do vertue call I le trust no man he that by trickes gets wreathes Keepes them with steele no man securely breathes Out of distuned rankes the Crowde will mutter foole Who cannot beare with spite he cannot rule The chiefest secret for a man of state Is to liue senslesse of a strengthlesse hate Exit Mendozo Mal. Death of the damn'd thiefe I le make one i' the maske thou shalt ha some Braue spirites of the antique Dukes Cel: My Lord what strange dilusion Mal. Most happy deere Celso poisond with an empty box I le giue thee all anone my Lady comes to court there is whurle of fate comes tumbling on the Castles captaine stands for me the people pray for me and the great leader of the iust stands for me then courage Celso For no disastrous chance can euer moue him That leaueth nothing but a God aboue him Exeunt Enter Prepasso and Bilioso two Pages before them Maquar Beanche and Emilia Bil: Make roome there roome for the ladies why gentlemen wil not ye suffer the ladies to be entred in the great chamber why gallants and you sir to droppe your Torch where the beauties must sit too Pre. And there 's a great fellow playes the knaue why
like the Knight S. Patrik Penlobrans with killing a Spiders for my Ladies Munckey Pie How do'st spend the night I heere thou neuer sleepst Mal. O no but dreame the most fantasticall O heauen O fubbery fubbery Pietro Dreame what dreamst Mal. Why me thinkes I see that Signior pawnd his foot-cloth that Metreza her Plate this madam takes phisick that tother Mounsieur may minister to her here is a Pandar Ieweld there a fellow in shift of Satten this day that could not shift a shirt tother night here a Paris supports that Hellen there 's a Lady Guineuer beares vp that sir Lancelot Dreames dreames visions fantasies Chimeras imaginations trickes conceites Sir Tristram Trimtram come a loft Iack a napes with a whim wham here 's a Knight of the land of Catito shall play at trap with any Page in Europe Doe the sword daunce with any Morris-dauncer in Christendome ride at the Ring till the finne of his eyes looke as blew as the welkin and runne the wilde-goose chase euen with Pompey the huge Pietro You runne Mal. To the diuell now Signor Guerchino that thou from a most pittied prisoner shouldst grow a most loathd flatterer Alas poore Celso thy starres opprest thou art an honest Lord t is pitty Equato. I st pitty Mal. I marry i st Philosophicall Equato and t is pitty that thou being so excellent a Scholler by Art shouldst be so ridiculous a foole by Nature I haue a thing to tell you Duke bid vm auant bid vm auant Pietro Leaue vs leaue vs now sir what i st Exeunt all sauing Pietro and Maleuole Mal. Duke thou art a Beco a Cprnuto Pietro How Mal. Thou art a Cuckold Pietro Speake vnshale him quick Mal. With most tumbler-like nimblenes Pietro Who by whom I burst with desire Mal. Mendozo is the man makes thee a horn'd beast Duke 't is Mendozo cornutes thee Pietro What conformance relate short short Mal. As a Lawyers beard There is an old Crone in the Court her name is Maquerelle Shee is my Mistris sooth to say and she doth euer tell me Blirt a rime blirt a rime Maquerelle is a cunning Bawde I am an honest villaine thy wife is a close Drab and thou art a notorious Cuckold farewell Duke Pietro Stay stay Mal, Dull dull Duke can lazy patience make lame reuenge O God for a woman to make a man that which God neuer created neuer made Pietro What did God neuer make Mal. A Cockold To be made a thing that 's hud-winkt with kindnesse whilst euery rascall philips his browes to haue a Cox-combe with egregious hornes pind to a Lords back euery page sporting himselfe with delightfull laughter whilst he must be the last must know it Pistols and Poniards Pistols and Poinards Pietro Death and damnation Mal. Lightning and thunder Pietro Vengeance and torture Mal. Catzo Pietro O reuenge Mal. I would dam him and all his generation my owne hands should do it ha I would not trust heauen with my vengeance any thing Pietro Any thing any thing Maleuole thou shalt see instantly what temper my spirit houlds farewell remember I forget thee not farewell Exit Pietro SCENA QVARTA Enter Celso Cel. My honor'd Lord Mal. Peace speake low peace O Celso constant Lord Thou to whose faith I onely rest discouered Thou one of full ten millions of men That louest vertue onely for it selfe Thou in whose hands olde OPS may put her soule Behold for euer banisht Altofront This Genoas last yeares Duke O truly noble I wanted those old instruments of state Dissemblance and suspect I could not time it Celso My throane stood like a point in midd'st of a circle To all of equall neerenes bore with none Raind all alike so slept in fearelesse vertue Suspectles too suspectles till the crowde Still liquerous of vntried nouelties Impacient with seuerer gouernmente Made strong with Florence banisht Altofront Celso Strong with Florence I thence your mischiefe rose For when the daughter of the Florentine Was matched once with this Pietro now Duke No stratagem of state vntride was lefte till you of all Mal. Of all was quite berefte Alas Maria too close prisoned My true fayth'd dutches i' the Citadell Celso I le still adhere le ts mutinie and die Mal. O clime not a falling tower Celso T is well held desperation no Zeale Hopeles to striue with fate peace Temporize Hope hope that neuer forsak'st the wretchedst man Yet bidst me liue and lurke in this disguise What play I well the free breath'd discontent Why man we are all philosophicall monarkes or naturall fooles Celso the Courtes a fiar the dutches sheets will smoke forth ere it be long Impure Mendozo that sharpe nos'd Lord that made the cursed match linkt Genoa with Florence now brode hornes the Duke which he now knowes Discord to malecontents is very Manna when the rankes are burst then scuffle Altophant Celso I but durste Mal. T is gone t is swallowed like a minerall some way t will worke phewt I le not shrinke Hee s resolute who can no lower sinke Celso Yonder 's Mendoza Mal. True the priuie key Celso I take my leaue sweete Lord Exit Celso Mal. T is fit away SCENA QVINTA Enter Mendoza with three or foure sutors Mend. Leaue your suites with me I can and will attend my secretarie leaue me Mal. Mendoza harke yee harke yee You are a treacherous villaine God buye yee Mend. Out you base borne rascall Mal. We are all the sonnes of heauen though a Tripe wife were our mother a you whore-sonne hot rainde hee Marmoset Egistus didst euer here of one Egistus Mend. Gistus Mal. I Egistus he was a filthy incontinent Fleshmonger such a one as thou art Mend. Out grumbling roage Mal. Orestes beware Orestes Mend. Out beggar Mal. I once shall rise Mend. Thou rise Mal. I at the resurrection No vulgar seede but once may rise and shall No King so huge but fore he die may fall Exit Mend. Now good Elizium what a delicious heauen is it for a mā to be in a Princes fauour ô sweet God ô pleasure ô Fortune ô all thou best of life what should I thinke what say what do to be a fauorite a minion to haue a generall timerous respect obserue a man a statefull scilence in his presence solitarinesse in his absence a confused ham and busie murmure of obsequious suters training him the cloth held vp and waye proclaimd before him Petitionarie vassailes licking the pauement with their slauish knees whilst some odde pallace Lampreeles that ingender with Snakes and are full of eyes on both sides with a kinde of insinuating humblenesse fixe all their lights vpon his browe O blessed state what a rauishing prospect doth the Olympus of fauor yeeld Death I cornute the Duke sweete women most sweet Ladies nay Angels by heauen he is more accursed then a Diuell that hates you or is hated by you and happier then a God that loues you or is beloued by you you preseruers of mankind life blood of society
night all creatures sleepe Onely the Malecontent that gainst his fate Repines and quarrels alas hee s goodman tell-clock His sallow iaw-bones sincke with wasting mone Whilst other beds are downe his pillowes stone Bili. Mal uole Mal. Elder of Izrael thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance when did thy wife let thee lie with her Bili. I am going Embassadour to Florence Mal. Embassador now for thy countries honor preethe doe not put vp Mutton and Porredge i' thy clock bag thy yong lady wife goes to Florence with thee too do's she not Bili. No I leaue her at the Pallace Mal. At the Pallace now discretion shield man for Gods loue le ts ha no more cuckolds Hymen begins to put of his Saffron robe keepe thy wife i' the state of grace hart a truth I would sooner leaue my lady singled in a Bordello then in the Genoa pallace sinne there appearing in her sluttish shape Would soone grow loath some euen to blushes sence Surfet would cloake intemperate appetite Make the soule sent the rotten breath of lust When in an Italian lasciuious Pallace a Lady gardianlesse Left to the push of all allurement The strongest incitements to immodestie To haue her bound incensed with wanton sweetes Her vaines fild hie with heating delicates Soft rest sweete Musick amorous Masquerers lasciuious banquets sinne it selfe gilt ore strong phantasie tricking vp strange delights presenting it dressed pleasingly to sence sence leading it vnto the soule confirmed with potent example impudent custome intic'd by that great bawd opportunitie thus being prepar'd clap to her easie eare youth in good clothes well shapt rich faire spoken promising noble ardent bloud-full wittie flattering Vlisses absent O Ithaca can chastest Penelope hold out Bil. Masse I le thinke on 't farewell Exit Bilioso Mal. Farewell take thy wife with the farewell To Florence um it may prooue good it may And we may once vnmaske our browes SCENA TERTIA Enter Count Celzo Cel. My honour'd Lord Mal. Celso peace how i st speake loe pale feares suspect that hedges walls trees haue eares speake how runs all Cel. I faith my Lord that beast with many heads The staggering multitude recoiles apace Though thorow great mens enuie most mens mallice Their much intemperate heate hath banisht you Yet now they faind enuie and mallice neere Produce faint reformation The Duke the too soft Duke lies as a block For which two tugging factions seeme to sawe But still the Yron through the ribbes they drawe Mal. I tell thee Celzo I haue euer found Thy brest most farre from shifting cowardize And fearfull basenesse therfore I le tell thee Celzo I finde the winde begins to come about I le shift my sute of fortune I know the Florentine whose only force By marying his prowd daughter to this Prince Both banisht me and made this weake Lord Duke Will now forsake them all be sure he will I le lye in ambush for conueniencie Vpon their seuerance to confirme my selfe Cel. Is Ferneze interred Mal. Of that at leisure he liues Cel. But how stands Mendoza how i st with him Mal. Faith like a paire of Snuffers snibbes filth in other men and retaines it in himselfe Cel. He do's flie frō publique notice me thinks as a Haire do's from hounds the feet wheron he flies betraies him Mal. I can track him Celzo O my disguise fooles him most powerfully For that I seeme a desperate malecontent He faine would claspe with me he is the true slaue That will put on the most affected grace Enter Mendoz. For some vild second cause Cel. Hee s here Mal. Giue place Illo ho ho ho art there old true peny Exit Celso Where hast thou spent thy selfe this morning I see flattery in thine eyes damnation i' thy soule Ha ye huge Rascal Men. Thou art very merry Mal. As a scholler futuens gratis How doz the deuill go with thee now Men. Maleuole thou art an arrant knaue Mal. Who I I haue beene a Sergeant man Men. Thou art very poore Mal. As Iob an Alcumist or a Poet Men. The Duke hates thee Mal. As Irishmen do bum-cracks Men. Thou hast lost his amitie Mal. As pleasing as Maids loose their virginitie Men. Would thou wert of a lustie spirit would thou wert noble Mal. Why sure my bloud giues me I am noble sure I am of noble kinde for I finde my selfe possessed with all their qualities loue Dogs Dice and Drabs scorne witte in stuffe clothes haue beate my Shoomaker knockt my Sempstres cuckold my Pottecary and vndone my Taylor Noble why not since the Stoick said Neminem seruum non ex regibus neminem regem non ex seruis esse oriundum only busie fortune towses and the prouident chaunces blends them together I le giue you a symilie did you ere see a Well with 2. buckets whilst one comes vp full to be emptied another goes downe emptie to be filled such is the state of all humanitie why looke you I may be the sonne of some Duke for beleeue me intemperate lasciuious bastardie makes nobility doubtfull I haue a lusty daring hart Mendoza Men. Le ts graspe I doe like thee infinitely wilt inact one thing for me Mal. Shall I get by it Giues him his purse Commaund me I am thy slaue beyond death and hell Men. Murther the Duke Mal. My harts wish my soules desire my fantasies dream My blouds longing the only haight of my hopes how O God how O how my vnited spirits throng together So strengthen my resolue Men. The Duke is now a hunting Mal. Excellent admirable as the diuell would haue it lend me lend me Rapier Pistol Crosebow so so I le do it Men. Then we agree Mal. As Lent and Fishmongers come a cape ape how in forme Men. Know that this weake braind duke who only stands on Florence stilts hath out of witlesse zeale made me his heire and secretly confirmed the wreathe to me after his lifes full point Mal. Vpon what merit Men. Merit by heauen I horne him onely Fernezies death gaue me states life tut we are politique he must not liue now Mal. No reason marry but how must he dye now Men. My vtmost proiect is to murder the Duke that I might haue his state because he makes me his heire to banish the Duches that I might be rid of a cūning Lacedemonian because I know Florence will forsake her then to marie Maria the banished duke Altofronts wife that her friends might strengthen me and my faction this is all lawe Mal. Doe you loue Maria Mend. Faith noe great affection but as wise men do loue great wemen to innoble their bloud and augment their reuenew to accomplish this now thus now The Duke is in the forest next the Sea single him kill him hurle him i' the maine and proclaime thou sawst Woolues eate him Mal. Vm not so good me thinkes when he is slayne to get some Ipocrite some daungerous wretch that 's muffled or with fayned holines to sweare he hard
him hee s like a korne vpon my great toe I cannot goe for him hee must be kored out he must wilt doo 't hu Pietro Anything any thing Men. Heart of my life thus then to the Citadell Thou shalt consort with this Maleuole There being at supper poison him It shal be layde vpon Maria who yeeldes loue or dies Skud quicke Pietro Like lightning good deedes crawle but mischiefe flies Enter Maleuole Exit Pietro Mal. Your diuelships ring haze no vertue the buffe-captaine the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries stand out must haue a stiffer wareant or no passe into the castle of Comfort Men. Commaund our sodaine Letter not enter shat what place is there in Genoa but thou shalt into my heart into my very heart come le ts loue we must loue we two soule and body Mal. How didst like the Hermite A strange Hermite sirrah Men. A dangerous fellow very perillous he must die Mal. I he must die Men. Thoust kil him we are wise we must be wise Mal. And prouident Men. Yea prouident beware an hypocrite A Church man once corrupted oh auoyd A fellow that makes Religion his stawking horse He breedes a plague thou shalt poyson him Mal. Ho t is wondrous necessary how Men. You both goe ioyntly to the Citadell There sup there poison him and Maria Because she is our opposite shall beare The sad suspect on which she dies or loues vs Mal: I runne Exit mal Men: We that are great our sole self good still moues vs They shall die both for their deserts craues more Than we can recompence their presence still Imbraides our fortunes with beholdingnesse Which we abhorre like deede not door then conclude They liue not to cry out Ingratitude One sticke burnes tother steele cuts steele alone T is good trust few but O t is best trust none Exit Mendozo SCENA QVARTA Enter Maleuole and Pietro still disguised at seuerall doores Mal: How doe you how doost Duke Pietro O let the last day fall drop drop in our curssed heads Let heauen vnclasp itselfe vomit forth flames Mal: O doe not raue do not turne Player there 's more of them than can well live one by an other already What art an Infidell still Pietro I am mazde strucke in a swowne with wonder I am commaunded to poison thee Mal: I am commaunded to poyson thee at supper Pietro At supper Mal: In the Citadell Pietro In the Citadell Mal: Crosse capers trickes truth a heauen would discharge vs as boyes do elder gunnes one pellet to strike out another of what faith art now Pietro Al is damnation wickednes extreame there is no faith in man Men. In none but vsurers and brokers they deceiue no man men take vm for blood-suckers and so they are now God deliuer me from my friendes Pietro Thy friendes Mal. Yes from my friends for from mine ennemies I le deliuer my selfe O cut-throate friendship is the ranckest villany marke this Mendozo marke him for a villaine but heauen will send a plague vpon him for a rogue Pietro O world Mal. World T is the onely region of Death the greatest shop of the Diuell the cruelst prison of men out of the which none passe without paying their dearest breath for a fee there 's nothing perfect in it but extreame extreame calamitie such as comes yonder SCENA QVINTA Enter Aurelia two Holberts before and two after supported by Celso and Ferrard Aurelia in base mourning attire Aur. To banishment led on to banishment Pietro Lady the blessednesse of repentance to you Au. Why why I can desire nothing but death nor deserue any thing but hell If heauen should giue sufficiencie of grace To deere my soule it would make heauen gracelesse My sinnes would make the stocke of mercy poore Oh they would try heauens goodnes to reclaime them Iudgement is iust yet from that vast villaine But sure he shall not misse sad punishment For he shall rule on to my Cell of shame Pietro My Cell t is Lady where insteede of Maskes Musique Tilts Tournies and such Courtlike shewes The hollow murmure of the checklesse windes Shall groane againe whilst the vnquiet sea Shakes the whole rocke with foamy battery There Vsherlesse the ayre comes in and out The reumy vault will force your eyes to weepe Whilst you behold true desolation A rocky barrennesse shall paine your eyes Where all at once one reaches where he stands With browes the roofe both walles with both his handes Aur. It is to good blessed spirit of my Lord O in what or befoere thy soule is throand Behold me worthily most miserable O let the anguish of my contrite spirite Intreate some reconciliation If not O ioy triumph in my iust griefe Death is the end of woes and teares reliefe Pietro Belike your Lord not lou'd you was vnkinde Aur. O heauen As the soule lou'd the body so lou'd hee T was death to him to part my presence Heauen to see me pleased Yet I like to a wretch given ore to hell Brake all the sacred rites of marriage To clippe a base vngentle faithles villaine O God a very Pagan reprobate What should I say vngratefull throwes me out For whom I lost soule body fame and honor But t is most fit why should a better fate Attend on any who forsake chaste sheetes Flie the imbrace of a deuoted hart Ioynd by a solemne vow sore God and man To taste the brackish bloud of beastly lust In an adulterous touch Oh rauenous immodesty Insatiate impudence of appetite Looke heere 's your end for marke what sap in dust What sinne in good euen so much loue in lust Ioy to thy ghost sweete Lord pardon to me Cel. It is the Dukes pleasure this night you rest in court Aur. Soule lurke in shades run shame from brightsome skies In night the blind man misseth not his eies exit Au Mal. Do not weep kind cuckold take comfort man thy betters haue beene Beccos Agamemnon Emperour of all the merry Greekes that tickled all the true Troyans was a Cornuto Prince Arthur that cut off twelue Kings beardes was a Cornuto Hercules whose backe bore vp heauen and got forty wenches with childe in one night Pietro Nay t was fifty Mal: Faith fortie 's enow a conscience yet was a Cornuto patience mischiefe growes prowde be wise Piet: Thou pinchest too deepe art too keene vpon me Mal: Tut a pittifull surgeon makes a dangerous sore I le tent thee to the ground Thinkst I le sustaine my selfe by flattering thee because thou art a Prince I had rather follow a drunkard and liue by licking vp his vomite than by seruile flattery Piet: Yet great men ha don 't Mal: Great slaues feare better than loue borne naturally for a coale-basket though the common usher of princes presence fortune ha blindely giuen them better place I am vow'd to be thy affliction Pietro Prethee be I loue much misery and be thou sonne to me Enter Biliosa Mal: Because you are an vsurping Duke Your Lordship