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
women for 't sweete sheetes waxe lights Antique bed-posts Cambrick smocks villanous curtaines Arras pictures oylde hinges and all yee tong-tide lasciuious witnesses of great creatures wantonnesse what saluation can you expect Piet. Wilt thou tell me Mend. Why you may find it your selfe obserue obserue Piet. I ha not the patience wilt thou deserue me tell giue it Mend. Tak 't why Farneze is the man Ferneze I le proou 't this night you shall take him in your sheets wilt serue Piet. It will my bozome 's in some peace till night Mend. What Piet. Farewell Mend. God how weake a Lord are you Why doe you thinke there is no more but so Piet. Why Mend. Nay then will I presume to councell you It should be thus you with some garde vpon the suddaine Breake into the Princes chamber I stay behinde Without the doore through which he needs must passe Ferneze flies let him to me he comes hee 's kild By me obserue by me you follow I raile And seeme to saue the body Dutches comes On whom respecting her aduanced birth And your faire nature I know nay I doe know No violence must be vsed She comes I storme I praise excuse Ferneze and still maintaine The Dutches honor she for this loues me I honor you shall know her soule you mine Then naught shall she contriue in vengeance As women are most thoughtfull in reuenge Of her Ferneze but you shall sooner know 't Then she can think 't thus shall his death come sure Your Dutches braine-caught so your life secure Piet. It is too well my bozome and my hart When nothing helpes cut of the rotten part Exit Mend. Who cannot faine friendship can nere produce the effects of hatred Honest foole Duke subtile lasciuious Dutches silly nouice ferneze I doe laugh at yee my braine is in labour till it produce mischiefe I feele sudden thro's proofes sencible the issue is at hand As Beares shape young so I le forme my deuice Which growne prooues horrid Vengeance makes men wise ACTVS SECVNDVS SCE. PRIMA Enter Mendozo with a Scene to obserue Fernezes entrance who whilst the Act is playing Enter vnbraced 2. Pages before him with lights is met by Maquerelle and conuaide in The Dutches Pages sent away Men. Hee 's caught the Woodcocks head is i' th noose Now treads Ferneze in daungerous path of lust Swearing his sence is meerely deified The foole grasps clowds and shall beget Centaures Aud now in strength of panting faint delight The Goate bids heauen enuie him good Goose I can afforde thee nothing but the poore cōfort of calamity Pitty Lusts like the plummets hanging on clock lines Will nere a done till all is quite is vndone Such is the course salt sallow lust doth runne Which thou shalt trie I le be reueng'd Duke thy suspect Dutches thy disgrace Ferneze thy riuall-ship Shall haue swift vengeance nothing so holy No band of nature so strong No law of friendship so sacred But I le prophane burst violate Fore I le indure disgrace contempt and pouertie Shall I whose very humme strooke all heads bare Whose face made scilence creaking of whose shooe Forc'd the most priuate passages flie ope Scrape like a seruile dog at some latch'd doore Learne now to make a leg and cry beseech yee Pray yee is such a Lord within be aw'd At some odde vshers scoft formality First seare my braines Unde cadis non quo refert My hart cries perish all how how what fate Can once auoide reuenge that 's desperate I le to the Duke if all should ope if tush Fortune still dotes on those who cannot blush SCENA SECVNDA Enter Maleuole at one doore Beancha Emillia and Maquerelle at the other doore Mal. Blesse ye cast a Ladies ha Dipsas how doost thou old Cole Maq. Olde Cole Mal. I old Cole me thinkes thou liest like a brand vnder these billets of greene wood He that will inflame a yonge wenches hart let him lay close to her an ould Cole that hath first bin fierd a pandresse my halfe burnt lynt who though thou canst not flame thy selfe yet art able to set a 1000. virgins tapers a fiar and how do's Ianiuere thy husband my little periwincle is a trobled with the cough a the Lunges still does he hawke anights still he will not bite Bean. No by my troth I tooke him with his mouth emptie of ould teeth Mal. And hē tooke thee with thy belly ful of yong bones marry he tooke his maime by the stroake of his enemie Bean. And I myne by the stroake of my freinde Mal. The close stock ô mortall wench Ladie ha ye now no restoratiues for your decayed Iason looke yee Crabs guts bak't distil'd Oxe-pith the puluerized haires of a Lyons vpper lip gelly of Cock-sparrowes Hee Monkeis marrow or powder of Foxe-stones and whither are all you ambling now Beanc. Why to bed to bed Mal. Doe your husbands lye with yee Bean. That were countrey fashion yfaith Mal. Ha yee no foregoers about you come whither in good deed law now Maq. In good indeed law now to eate the most miraculously admirably astonishable compos'd Posset with three Curds without any drinke will yee helpe me with a Hee Fox heer 's the Duke Exeunt Ladies SCENA TERTIA Enter Duke Pietro Count Celso Count Equato Bilioso Ferrard and Mendozo Piet. The night growes deepe and fowle what houre i st Celso Vpon the stroake of twelue Mal. Saue yee Duke Piet. From thee begone I do not loue thee let me see thee no more we are displeasd Mal. Why God buy thee heauen heare my curse May thy wife and thee liue long together Piet. Be gone sirra Mal. When Arthur first in Court began Agamemnon Menelaus was euer any Duke a Cornuto Piet. Begon hence Mal. What religion wilt thou be of next Mend. Out with him Mal. With most seruile patience time will come When wonder of thy error will strike dumbe Thy befeld sence slaues I fauour I marry shall he rise Good God how subtile Hell doth flatter vice Mount him aloft and makes him seeme to flie As foule the Tortois mockt who to the skie Th' ambitious shell fish rais'd th' end of all Is onely that from height he might dead fall Exit Piet. It shall be so Mend. It must be so for where great States reuenge T is requisite the parts with piety And soft respect forbeares be closely dogd Lay one into his breast shall sleepe with him Feede in the same dish run in selfe faction Who may disseuer any shape of danger For once disgrac'd discouered in offence It makes man blushlesse and man is all confesse More prone to vengeance then to gratefulnesse Fauours are writ in dust but stripes we feele Depraued nature stamps in lasting steele Piet. You shal be leagued with the Dutches Equat. The plot is very good Mend. You shall both kill and seeme the course to saue Ferrard. A most fine braine trick Celso Of a most cunning knaue Pietro My Lords The
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