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The pleasant comedie of old Fortunatus As it was plaied before the Queenes Maiestie this Christmas, by the Right Honourable the Earle of Nottingham, Lord high Admirall of England his seruants.; Old Fortunatus
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Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.
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Are you appointed by the king to this Montr. No no rise spurne him vp know you who 's this Andel. My brother Ampedo Alas what fate Hath made thy vertues so infortunate Amp. Thy ryot and the wrong of these two Lords Who causelesse thus do starue me in this prison Longa. Striue not y' are best villaines lift in his legs Andel. Traitors to honor what doe you intend Longa. That ryot shall in wretchednesse haue end Question thy brother with what cost hée s fed And so assure thou shalt be banquetted Exeunt they two Amp. In want in miserie in woe and care Poore Ampedo his fill hath surfeted My want is famine bolts my miserie My care and woe should be thy portion Andel. Giue me that portion for I haue a heart Shall spend it fréely and make bankrowt The proudest woe that euer wet mans eye Care with a mischiefe wherefore should I care Haue I rid side by side by mightie kings Yet be thus bridled now I le teare these fetters Murder crie murder Ampedo alowd To beare this scorne our Fortunes are too proud Amp. O folly thou hast powre to make flesh glad When the rich soule in wretchednesse is clad Ande. Peace foole am not I Fortunes minion These bands are but one wrincle of her frowne This is her Euening maske her next mornes eye Shall ouer-shine the Sunne in maiestie Amp. But this sad night will make an end of me Brother farwell griefe famine sorrow want Haue made an end of wretched Ampedo Andel. Where is the wishing Hat Amp. Consum'd in fire Ande. Accursed be those hands that did destroy it That would redéeme vs did we now enioy it Amp. Wanton farwel I faint deaths frozen hand Congeales lifes little Riuer in my brest No man before his end is truely blest Dyes Andel. O miserable miserable soule Thus a foule life makes death to looke more foule Enter Longauyle and Montrosse with a halter Longa. Thus shall this golden purse diuided be One day for you another day for me Montr. Of daies anon say what determine you Shall they haue libertie or shall they die Long. Die sure and sée I thinke the elder 's dead And. I murderers he is dead O sacred wisdome Had Fortunatus béene enamored Of thy celestiall beautie his two sonnes Had shind like two bright Sunnes Longa. Pul hard Montrosse Andel. Come you to strangle me are you the hangman Hell-hounds y' are dam'd for this impietie Fortune forgiue me I deserue thy hate My selfe haue made myselfe a reprobate Uertue forgiue me for I haue transgrest Against thy lawes my vowes are quite forgot And therefore shame is falne to my sinnes lot Riches and knowledge are two gifts diuine They that abuse them both as I haue done To shame to beggerie to hell must runne O conscience hold thy sting cease to afflict me Be quicke tormentors I desire to die No death is equall to my miserie Cyprus vaine world and Uanitie farwell Who builds his heauen on earth is sure of hell Lon. He 's dead in some déepe vault le ts throw their bodies Montr. First let vs sée the purse Lord Longauyle Longa. Here t is by this wée le fill this towre with gold Montr. Frenchman this purse is counterfeit Longa. Thou lyest Scot thou hast cozend me giue me the right Els shall thy bosome be my weapons graue Montr. Villaine thou shalt not rob me of my due They fight Enter Athelstane Agripyna Orleans Galloway Cornewall Chester Lincolne and Shaddow with weapons at one dore Fortune Vice and their attendants at another dore All Lay hands vpon the murderers strike them downe Fortune Surrender vp this purse for this is mine All I le these two diuels of some powers diuine Shad. O see sée O my two masters poore Shaddowes substances what shall I doe whose body shall Shaddow now follow Fort. Peace Ideot thou shalt find rich heapes of fooles That will be proud to entertaine a Shaddow I charme thy babling lips from troubling me You need not hold them sée I smite them downe Lower then hell base soules sincke to your heauen Vice I doe arrest you both my prisoners Fort. Stand not amazde you gods of earth at this Shée that arresteth these two fooles is Uice They haue broke Vertues laws Vice is her serfeant Her Iayler and her executioner Looke on those Cypriots Fortunatus sonnes They and their Father were my minions My name is Fortune All O dread deitie Fort. Knéele not to me if Fortune list to frowne You néed not fal downe for shae le spurne you downe Arise but fooles on you I le triumph thus What haue gaind by being couetous This prodigall purse did Fortunes bounteous hand Bestow on them their ryots made them poore And set those markes of miserable death On all their pride the famine of base gold Hath made your soules to murders hands be sold Onely to be cald rich But Ideots sée The vertues to be fled Fortune hath causd it so Those that will all deuowre must all forgoe Athelst. Most sacred Goddesse Fortune Peace you flatterer Thy tongue but heapes more vengeance on thy head Fortune is angrie with thée in thée burnes A greedie couetous fire in Agripyne Pride like a Monarch reuels and those sinnes Haue lead you blind-fold to your former shames But Vertue pardond you and so doth Fortune Athelst. Agrip. All thankes to both your sacred deities Fort. As for these Mettall-eaters these base thieues Who rather then they would be counted poore Will dig through hell for gold you were forgiuen By Vertues generall pardon her broad seale Gaue you your liues when shée tooke off your hornes Yet hauing scarse one foote out of the Iayle You tempt damnation by more desperate meanes You both are mortall and your paines shall ring Through both your eares to terrifie your soules As please the Iudgement of this mortall king Athelst. Faire Empresse of the world since you resigne Your power to me this sentence shall be mine Thou shalt be torturd on a whéele to death Thou with wild horses shalt be quartered Vice Ha ha weake Iudge weake iudgement I reuerse That sentence for they are my prisoners Embalme the bodies of those Cypriots And honour them with princely buriall For those doe as you please but for these two I kisse you both I loue you y' are my minions Untie their hands Uice doth repriue you both I set you frée Both Thankes gracious deitie Vice Be gon but you in libertie shall find More bondage then in chaines fooles get you hence Both wander with tormented conscience Longa. O horrid Iudgement that 's the hell in déede Mon. Come come our death ne're ends if conscience bléede Both O miserable miserable men Exeunt Fortune Fortune triumphes at this yet to appeare All like my selfe that which from those I tooke King Athelstane I will bestow on thée And in it the old vertue I infuse But king take héede how thou my gifts doest vse England shall ne're be poore it