small matter Con. I know t is considering th' art stained Lost in thine honour held but a disease That growes upon thy sex a tumour prethee Lance thy selfe t is soone done Car. That 's a poore favour Well I le thinke on 't to morrow Con: 'T must be done to night and earely to for else t will Doe me no pleasure deare Carintha make thy memory Religious Car. I am thinking where the signe is Hah t is in Capricornus I le goe let My selfe blood i th' knees and dye praying That your Lordship may recover your wits againe Ex. Con, A fury lend me curses make me all An execration I ha plotted fairely And made my selfe a fine rediculus thing To no purpose I am deepe in shame I must on Giotto have a nimble braine you must sinke too Or boy me up againe Exit Enter Depazzi Crispino curling his haire De. Make no words Crispino for the Dutchesse Would not have it published that she meanes to chuse me Cris. Did she promise you De. Not by word of mouth but I know her meaning As well as I were in her I must be Duke man T is certaine every body knowes it but say nothing Least it breake out hast done Cris. A little with this locke and I le adorne your Lordship With a powder I hope your honour will Not forget Crispino's faithfull service when you are Duke De. Why I am Duke already But for the ceremony my raign 's begun Depazzi the first But that I le not shew my selfe unto my people Because the Dutchesse did intreate me let me See what place th' art fit for oh I have it Thou shalt be judge Cris. A judge my Lord De. A Iudge my Lord at least thou canst discharge it T is nothing to sit upon life and death t is not Required you should speake much thy trade has halfe Prepared thee thou canst pole the commons I me sure Cris. And cut off capitall offenders De. Very good be it so be a judge Cris. Where my good Lord De. Why thou shalt be a Iudge in potentia Cris. I humbly thanke your grace Enter Comachio Giotto Com. Oh my true friend I have no happinesse But thou dost make me clime too 't t will be thy owne Instructer and oblige me everlastingly Gio. I le soone remoove your feares I cannot doubt You will make good your promise Sir to pardon When y' are Duke Com. Pardon reward and honour thee as my preserver Be not observed I am your creature Exit Comachio Gio. My Lord I have assaid which you require privacy Send off Crispino De. I ha made him a Iudge Gio. T is very trimly done of you I cry you mercy my very Good Lord I humbly desire your honourable absence Cris. It shall be granted Exit De. Now Signiour what bring you Gio. Why some tokens for your Lordship looke you De. Th' are no tokens of love as I take it Gio. Yes but they are and you must take em so But make your choyse which best affecteth you For one you must accept De. O what doe you meane Signiour Gio. Not too loud lest I chuse for you here 's a ball Better then any ere Crispino washt Your honours face with 't will scoure you De. Hold are you in earnest Gio. A bullet will quickely sing my errand to you Will you choose De. I beseech declare your meaning Signiour Gio. In short I me sent to kill you if you like Any death better then another briefely Resolve and have it nay without long studdy De. Every man should consider his end Signiour alas Gio. The Dutchesse loves you and there must be order Taken to stay your raysing say your prayers De. I ha not the heart to say my prayers Ah if I must needes I would dye Another death you ha not brought me Gio. What i st De. I would choose my gallowes ah stay t is very Short warning and I am not halfe prepared What is this Ratsbane alas that 's to kill Vermine I would be loath to be sent out of The world like a Rat Gio. What say you to a halter De. Indeed Signiour I never loved swinging In my life and the halter is a dogges death I would dye like a man Gio. What say you to a sword De. Alas I have a sword of my owne and I had a mind to 't But my stomacke will never disgest it Gio. Then this pistoll De. But that I have a weake constitution I have alwayes beene given to loosenesse And I doubt your pellet will put me into such a scowring Gio. Why would you live then De. Alas every thing would live Signiour but I should be Sorry to enjoy a life that stood not with your liking signior But if I live to be a Duke Gio. Duke that 's the sluce open'd this torrent De. I am abused deare Signiour I le renounce it I le be first a dog-killer Gio. This is but aire your not to be trusted I ha sworne to send you into another world You must not more be seene De. I wo'not doe but trust me And as I am honourable I le goe Into the wildernesse and live with Beares Any whether hide me in a Well and there be no Water in 't I le feed on gravell By this hand this seaven yeares none shall know But I am dead Gio. If they should find you living De. Never I le indure pinching to death Ere I le confesse it Gio. Were I certaine You would be buryed to all mens sight but till To morrow De. See me put into the ground your selfe So you 'le not smother me and it be seven nights I le feede on moles sweete Signiour Gio. The Dutchesse doth purpose this night her election Your Vncle envying your hope must ha Security for non appearance had I A faith you 'ld creepe into obscurity But for twelve houres I should have one Sinne lesse to answer for De. Noble Signiour I le wrigle my selfe into a Wormehole or creepe into a Molehill and live Vpon Emmits egges Exit Gio. Be sure you do 't then poore sicke nobility How thinne he lookes already Enter Volterre at one doore Orseollo at tother Vol. Signiour Giotto Gio. Now the tide comes Vol. This is the night Signiour t'inclines a pace Doe I remaine unshaken in her opinion Have I any square still Gio. O my good Lord Ors. Signiour a word Does this night then conclude Gio. Your happinesse Ors. Be not tempted from me I have writ Pamphlets in praise of women I have a volume Of Recantations Gio. They are fruitlesse You are fixt already in her thoughts away You make your person cheape meete and Be happy Exit Orseollo Enter Contarini Con. Giotto Vol. Deere Signiour Con. What make they flattering here ha they all hope To enjoy her all onely Contarini Could gnaw his heartstrings now to be excluded When he expected his fate ripe and all his Hopes fit for gathering Gio. Be high and answer your great hopes Meete confidence Vol. Sha't be my
humour in in Prethee le ts leave him Vol. Why Signiour are you so transported You have not power enough to seeme calme What dost at Court Ors. Not cringe as you and adore the nods Of painted Ladies weary my hammes to answer Madams halfe cursies I neere come to Court But to defend me from it Bo. Ha Ors. The truth is I would be faine discharged t is a hell to me There are so many wormed in 't would the Dutchesse Would banish me into some Wildernesse I should indure the beasts though they devour'd mē I hate no monsters but the Harpies Con. Why Ors. Harpies have womens faces Contarini Yet now I thinke Volterre I have heard There 's another feminine murderer Cald the Hiena that invites men forth To be devourd y 'ave heard how the Egyptian Crocadile weepes when death it selfe lies bathing Within her teares thinke but upon women And tell me which I should avoide-first Enter Comachio Giotto Com. I seē a merit nigh and I hope You will deserve the favour we are not Wont to admit of servants neere their person Without more caution Gio. It makes my bond Of duty and observance greater Con. My Lord Comachio Com. Let me employ some of your care upon My Nephew something you may adde To improve him you shall till no barren ground Though he reward you not with fruitefulnesse I shall have power to make you thinke your studies Well plac'd Gio. Your compasse I shall saile by Exit Com. Contarini how 's the day Vol. Not early Com. Signior Orseollo I know what cloud Muffles your thoughts Con. He is constant to his humour Com. Not the Dutchesse come faith yet Orseollo We shall intreate you joyne with us to the Dutchesse Ors. Yes hey Exit Vol. So so he would but trouble us Com. My Lords we must be circumspect We are not to negotiate a designe That lookes but at the profit of one man The Dutchy calls to owne it all our cares You know have met that we might move the Dutchesse To exchange her dull Virginity for Marriage Foscari whom our ambition pointed at is lost And he in some disgust gone hence Vol. I feare so Com. His violent departure gives us more Then jealousie we must sollicite her But so as shall become our duties and Expresse our knowledge of her great soulē And pregnant wit Con. She enters signior Comachia t is refer'd To your delivery Enter Dutchesse Laura Attendants Dutch Comachio we have no knowledge of thy agē But what thy wisdome and experience doth Discover i' st not troublesome t' attend A young Court Com. Your grace so desires my duty that I Delight in service Dutch Contarini i' th mornings eyē reveales More youth then he did by Hymens tapers Lookes younger then when we call him Bridegroome Censure him Laura she sits Lau. Your Highnesse knowes he hath a young wife Con. All my use of time is but to perfect My obedience to your excellence Dutch We cherish both your loves and you Volterre Are great too within our memory Vol. I shall endevour new merits Dutch The cause of your attendance now is knowne Ere you deliver it The departure Of the young Duke our Lover from our Court In so obscure a way without your notice Our consent publish'd gives you just cause Of wonder yet so much y' are skil'd both in Our soule and nature that no immediate Motive of his anger shall be laid to Our charge but what you thinke makes our person Safe and great Com. We come with humble modesty t' require So much as shall concerne our care both Of your gracious selfe and our good Country Foscari Duke of Parma is a great Prince Feature a Lady like your excellence His youth and strength may promise issue even To a matron Dutch We know he merits all his praise Proceede To what you call your businesse Com. His Catholicke Majesty did lately by His Lieger urge a title to this Duchy And desire your Counsell he might be nam'd Your Highnesse next and lawfull heire unlesse From your owne person were deriv'd a Prince To intercept his hopes with ease you may Consider how unkinde our fate will be Beyond his owne naturall soile doth make Obedience bondage Dutch You have yet hope t is in my power To prevent what you suspect Com. We have but Time the enemy to lie And to increase may scorne destroy that hope If not for propitious love to us Yet for your owne sake your glory hasten The cure of these our feares Time is the moth Of nature devouers all beauty when those Bright eyes that governe now with Phoebus-like Predominance shall yeeld no light unto That darkened sky your face some aged mother Pround of her fertill wombe will shew you then Her off-spring Behold quoth she I neede no Marble house for my fame to dwell in these Are my living monuments but your sullaine Chastetie will not permit your fame t' outlive Your breath Dutch No more Comachio these are my owne thoughts Shortly you shall see I am art prevention Of all danger All You are my gracious Mistresse Com. Yea you shall much divulge your clemency If to stifle publike noyse you reveale The reason why Foscari was not made Your choyse Dutch Foscari is a forraigner borne in A climate not so temperate as ours And I am yet to know whether his minde Be different from such as please me here At home forraigne alliance is an old Disguise for Sunices hatred It charmes the Peacefull into a dull security Vntill the furious finde best advantage To make his anger knowne then both are more Ingag'd t' inflame what erst th' one did kindle I should sinne my good Lords if I did thinke My humillity disgrac'd my honour When I suppos'd my owne Court able to Breede a man fit to mingle blood even with A Princesse should I say with mine what amaz'd Why does it want example I should not Thinke my choyce would much accuse my eyes if I elect a Lover here unlesse some Are more desert-lesse then I am guilty of Laura Exeunt Dutchesse Attendance They first gaze on one another then walke up and downe Com. Ioyne to us Oedipus yet we shall want Helpe t' expound this Riddle Con. A Lover here from her owne Court sure it Must be from this number Signiour Volterre Vol. My very good Lord Con. You are the man the starres dance to The spheares Doe practise musicke only to make you Merry you are he signiour Vol. Who I my Lord Con. Doe not conceale your hopes they 'le be worthy Your acknowledgement you would be install'd i th' darke steale titles without the notice Of the Heralds but noyse attends honour Vol. I neede a Comment to your words Con. Come you young men are all temptation You have the purple veines signiour that swell With wanton pride and Ladies judgements are Much govern'd by their eyes what grace what favour Did the Dutchesse lately shew you the more T' indeere your duty hah
San. Madam I ha signified to my Lord What you commanded but I hope your Ladiship Hath heard his disposition Lau. He 's not reconciled to our sex He has proclaim'd that San. This place breedes no Ladies No not for civill entertainement we Have not a woman in the house their pictures Which adorne other gallaries you see Tempt not the eye here all his offices Discharged by men he saies where he commands He must not see a woman Car. What not strangers San. Such is his will Lau. How then San. If you desire his presence and discourse You must be vail'd here Madam his owne eye Must not be witnesse to what face he speakes I me but his servant Lau. Tell him I le expect him in that forme hē Prescribes San. The other Lady too Must be clouded then I le let his Lordship Know y' are prepared Lau. Pray doe Madam I hope Your discontent will give you leave to smile At this her grace found you but this employment With me to beate your melancholly off Apply to the occasion Car. My gratitude will teach me to conforme Enter Orseollo Sancho Ors. Now Ladies what 's your pleasures that you summon My appearance I know ye ha supple joynts What mistery of state sends you to me I cannot revell in long stockings friske To please your wanton eye-sight I nere bosted My ribs or largenesse of my thighs t' invite you I make no Sonnets of your anticke dressings Cry up your colour of your face and sweare Y' are divine peeces for I know you are not I will not draw heavens curse upon me for Flattering into pride say that the Lillies Are pale for envy of your white and the Roses Blush to see better in your cheekes your haire Beames rather drawne up to a net might catch Iove when he plaid the Eagle that your brests Raise up themselves like two faire Mountainers i th' pleasant vale of temptation I hate this I will not dam my selfe to make you proud Doe not I know your faces Lau. Ours we are not ashamed to shew em Ors. Doe not unvaile San. Good Madam Car. Will you not see what you condemne Ors. I me gone if you attempt to let me seē A peece of any countenance while I thus Looke on ye I can helpe my selfe t' imagine Ye are some other creatures Lau. Troth my Lord for pitty to your selfe End your invectives Madam I told you of this mirth Car. Can he be serious Ors. Wracke me not with your stay What 's the designe hath brought you hither Lau. This Signiour t is the Dutchesse pleasure You make suddaine repaire to Court Ors. I Lau. That 's our Embassie Ors. I am no Court physitian I but vexē Your female constitutions you know All my receipts are bitter and her excellencē Hath plenty of those she gives a pension to Can flatter why does she send for me am so Vnwelcome Lau. My Lord her grace employes Not me to any so unhappy And though you have not liv'd so neere the favour i th' eye of the Court which your owne humour too May have beene the cause I have no honour if You finde your selfe unwelcome Ors. T is a mistery Lau. I could instruct you further with a secret Your soule would dance to know but I confesse T is more then my commission Ors. Is there in nature any happinesse for mē Lau. And from a woman you will come my Lord Ors. Stay from a woman ha the Dutchesse Heard a noyse she would chuse a Lover from Her owne Court can it be that death I havē Beene boundlesse in my railing I begin To curse my selfe for t San. Be all silence Thou hast a knowledge will be dangerous To any hope perhaps I could be pleased To see the tip o' your nose Lady Or the mole upon your chinne Lau. You will have cause to blesse the occasion Of this dayes message Ors. I could see your cheeke Nay halfe your face for tother sillable Lady you can say more Car. I dare not signiour already we have exceeded Ors. I know such creatures cannot mocke sweete Lady Lau. Have you not heard her graces resolution Touching a husband Ors. you are o're darke still enrich me Lau. I hope your honour will remember this poore service when t is done Ors. What one Letter of your meaning Lau. My Lord the Dutchesse loves you Ors. Ha Lau. Come Madam I shall say you will waite Ex. Ors. Shall I not see the faces To which I owe my blessednesse San. No words of those loose creatures in your custody Seale up the doores still the aire least that Creepe out too soone and kill my growing fate Exeunt Actus 4. Scaen. 1. Enter Dutchesse Laura Carintha Dut. VVAs not Orseollo's humour recreation To thee Carintha Car. I spent all my thoughts In wonder Madam Dutch He began to soften Lau. We tam'd his Tiger violence not Magicke Enter Giotto Could force him like the charme you sent Dutch Giotto What speakes your hast Geo. Comachio Madam and signiour Depazzi Dutch Vsher em in Car. Something in such a plenty may delight Your dulled fancy Enter Depazzi Comachio De. Laura remoove your selfe Doe not ecclipse the splendor of that Sunne My Eagles eye must gaze at Vncle know Your distance Dutch Signiour Depazzi De. Giotto my hand agen be proud now Madam I addresse my selfe to you wonderfull Princesse Not so much for your beauty as your wisdome Your carnall wisdome Dutch Wherein Signiour Com. Good De. Right you answer right it is my qu Your carnall wisdome Madam you proclaime In choosing out a husband and that man Whose memory your subjects shall have cause To curse is I Dutch To curse De. Perfect still have cause to curse You did no sooner choose him which of all Your faire Lords though you looke a squint upon My merit could your eye picke out more able Heroicke compleat tempting I am flesht Nothing shall put me out Gio. Observe De. Your grace saies right I doe acknowledge it Gio. You are too hasty her grace saies nothing De. Did your grace say nothing speake it againe I know you meant to say something to th' purpose Dutch What purpose signiour De. Now she has put me quite out Gio. Then raile upon your Vncle De. Looke on him Madam there he stands you may Perhaps imagine him for his gray beard And a starched face that he is wise a statist I le bring ye a justice that 's but newly pack'd Into commission o th' peace shall make An asse on him Com. Nephew this will make you odious De. A very gull in mistery of state A most egregious in comparison Of one that I could name but he may serve To fright the pages muster the blacke guard Or keepe the doore at maskes his face will doe More then a hundred others yet now I thinke on 't Your grace shall magnifie your favour to me And let me begge him Dutch Ha ha Com. I hope your grace will pardon him these fits Are ever