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The atheist's tragedie: or The honest man's reuenge As in diuers places it hath often beene acted. Written by Cyril Tourneur.
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Tourneur, Cyril, 1575?-1626.
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you cry for something So he claps my head betweene his legges and pulles off my shooe I hauing shifted no sockes in a sea night the Gentleman cryed foh and said my feete were base and cowardly feete they stuncke for feare Then hee knock'd my shooe about my pate and I cryed O once more In the meane time comes a shag hair'd dogge by and rubbes against his shinnes The Gentleman tooke the dog in shagge-haire to be some Watch-man in a rugge gowne and swore hee would hang mee vp at the next doore with my lanthorne in my hand that passengers might see their way as they went without rubbing against Gentlemens shinnes So for want of a Cord hee tooke his owne garters off and as he was going to make a nooze I watch'd my time and ranne away And as I ranne indeede I bid him hang himselfe in his owne gatters So hee in choler pursued mee hither as you see Bel. Why this sauours of distraction Leu. Of meere distraction Fres. How soeuer it sauours I am sure it smels like a lye Bel Thou maist goe forth at the backe doore honest fellow the way is priuate and safe Fres. So it had neede for your fore-doore here is both common and dangerous Exit Belforest Leu. Good night honest Fresco Fres. Good night Madame if you get mee kissing o'Ladies againe Exit Fresco Leu. This fals out handsomely But yet the matter does not well succeed Till I haue brought it to the very deede Exit Enter Charlemont in Armes a Musquetier and a Serieant Charl. Serieant what houre o' the night is 't Ser. About one Charl. I would you would relieue me for I am So heauie that I shall ha' much adoe To stand out my perdu Thunder and Lightning Ser. I le e'en but walke The round sir and then presently returne Soul For God's sake Serieant relieue me aboue fiue houres together in so foule a stormy night as this Ser. Why t' is a musique Souldier Heauen and earth are now in consort when the Thunder and the Canon play one to another Exit Serieant Charl. I know not why I should be thus inclin'd to sleepe I feele my disposition press'd with a necessitie of heauines Souldier if thou hast any better eyes I prithee wake mee when the Serieant comes Soul Sir t' is so darke and stormy that I shall scarce eyther see or heare him e'er he comes vpon mee Charl. I cannot force my selfe to wake Sleepes Enter the ghost of Montferrers Mont. Returne to France for thy old Father 's dead And thou by murther disinherited Attend with patience the successe of things But leaue reuenge vnto the King of kings Exit Charlemont arts and wakes Charl. O my affrighted soule what fearefull dreame Was this that wak'd mee Dreames are but the rais'd Impressions of premeditated things By serious apprehension left vpon Our mindes or else th' imaginary shapes Of obiects proper to th' complexion or The dispositions of our bodyes These Can neyther of them be the cause why I Should dreame thus for my mind has not been mou'd With any one conception of a thought To such a purpose nor my nature wont To trouble me with phantasies of terror It must be something that my Genius would Informe me of Now gratious heauen forbid O! let my Spirit be depriu'd of all Fore-sight and knowledge ere it vnderstand That vision acted or diuine that act To come Why should I thinke so Left I not My worthy Father i' the kind regard Of a most louing Vncle Souldier sawst No apparition of a man Soul You dreame Sir I saw nothing Charl. Tush These idle dreames Are fabulous Our boyling phantasies Like troubled waters falsifie the shapes Of things retain'd in them and make 'em seeme Confounded when they are distinguish'd So My actions daily conuersant with warre The argument of bloud and death had left Perhaps th' imaginary presence of Some bloudy accident vpon my minde Which mix'd confusedly with other thoughts Whereof th' remembrance of my Father might Be one presented all together seeme Incorporate as if his body were The owner of that bloud the subiect of That death when hee 's at Paris and that bloud Shed here It may be thus I would not leaue The warre for reputatio'ns sake vpon An idle apprehension a vaine dreame Enter the Ghost Soul Stand Stand I say No Why then haue at thee Sir if you will not stand I le make you fall Nor stand nor fall Nay then the Diuel's damme has broke her husbands head for sure it is a Spirit I shot it through and yet it will not fall Exit The Ghost approaches Charlemont Hee fearefully auoids it Char. O pardon me my doubtfull heart was slow To credit that which I did feare to know Exeunt Actus tertii Scena prima Enter the Funerall of Montferrers D'amville SEt downe the Body Pay earth what shee lent But shee shall beare a liuing monument To let succeeding ages truely know That shee is satisfied what hee did owe Both principall and vse because his worth Was better at his death then at his birth A dead march Enter the Funerall of Charlemont as a Souldier D'am. And with his Body place that memorie Of noble Charlemont his worthie Sonne And giue their Graues the rites that doe belong To Souldiers They were Souldiers both The Father Held open warre with Sinne the Sonne with bloud This in a warre more gallant that more good The first volley D'am. There place their Armes and here their Epitaphes And may these Lines suruiue the last of graues The Epitaph of Montferrers HEre lye the Ashes of that earth and fire whose heat and fruit ded feede and warme the poore And they as if they would in sighes expire and into teares dissolue his death deplore Hee did that good freelie for goodnesse sake unforc'd for gen'rousnesse he held so deare That hee fear'd none but him that did him make and yet he seru'd him more for loue then feare So 's life prouided that though he did dye A death yet dyed not sodainely The Epitaph of Charlement HIs Body lies interr'd within this would Who dyed a young man yet departed old And in all strength of youth that Man can haue Was ready still to drop into his graue For ag'd in vertue with a youthfull eye He welcom'd it being still prepar'd to dye And liuing so though young depriu'd of breath He did not suffer an vntimely death But we may say of his braue bless'd decease He dyed in warre and yet hee dyed in peace The second volley D'am. O might that fire reuiue the ashes of This Phenix yet the wonder would not be So great as he was good and wondred at For that His liues example was so true A practique of Religion's Theorie That her Diuinitie seem'd rather the Description then th' instruction of his life And of his goodnesse was his vertuous Sonne A worthy imitatour So that on These two Herculean pillars where their armes Are plac'd there may be writ Non
Nephew Exit Charlemont Seest thou that same man Bora. Your meaning Sir D'am. That fellowes life Borachio Like a superfluous Letter in the Law Endangers our assurance Bora. Scrape him out D'am. Wut doe 't Bora. Giue me your purpose I will doe 't D'am. Sad melancholy has drawne Charlemont With meditation on his Fathers death Into the solitarie walke behind the Church Bora. The Churchyard This the fittest place for death Perhaps he 's praying Then he 's fit to die We 'l send him charitably to his graue D'am. No matter how thou tak'st him First take this Pistoll Thou knowest the place Obserue his passages And with the most aduantage make a stand That fauour'd by the darknesse of the night His brest may fall vpon thee at so neare A distance that he sha'not shunne the blow The deede once done thou mai'st retire with safety The place is vnfrequented and his death Will be imputed to th' attempt of theeues Bora. Be carelesse Let your mind be free and cleare This Pistoll shall discharge you of your feare Exit D'am. But let me call my proiects to accompt For what effect and end I haue engag'd My selfe in all this bloud To leaue a state To the succession of my proper bloud But how shall that succession be continued Not in my elder Sonne I feare Disease And weakenesse haue disabled him for issue For th' tother his loose humour will endure No bond of marriage And I doubt his life His spirit is so boldly dangerous O pittie that the profitable end Of such a prosp'rous murther should be lost Nature forbid I hope I haue a body That will not suffer me to loose my labour For want of issue yet But then 't must be A Bastard Tush they onely father bastards That father other mens begettings Daughter Be it mine owne let it come whence it will I am resolu'd Daughter Enter Seruant Seru. My Lord D'am. I prithee call my Daughter Enter Casta. Casta. Your pleasure Sir D'am. Is thy Husband i'bed Casta. Yes my Lord D'am. The euening 's faire I prithee walke a turne or two Casta. Come Iaspar D'am. No Weel ' walke but to the corner o' the Church And I haue something to speake priuately Casta. No matter Stay Exit Seruant D'am. This falles out happily Exeunt Enter Charlemont Borachio dogging him in the Churchyard The Clocke strikes twelve Charl. Twelue Bora. T' is a good houre t' will strike one anon Charl. How fit a place for contemplation is this dead of night among the dwellings of the dead This graue Perhappes th' inhabitant vvas in his life time the possessour of his owne desires Yet in the midd'st of all his greatnesse and his wealth he was lesse rich and lesse contented then in this poore piece of earth lower and lesser then a Cottage For heere he neither wants nor cares Now that his body fauours of corruption Hee enioyes a sweeter rest then e'er hee did amongst the sweetest pleasures of this life For heere there 's nothing troubles him And there In that graue lies another He perhaps was in his life as full of miserie as this of happinesse And here 's an end of both Now both their states are equall O that Man with so much labour should aspire to wordly height when in the humble earth the world's condition 's at the best Or scorne inferiour men since to be lower then a worme is to be higher then a King Bora. Then fall and rise Discharges Giues false fire Charl. What villaines hand was that saue thee or thou shalt perish They fight Bora. Zownes vnsau'd I thinke Fall Charl. What Haue I kill'd him whatsoe'er thou beest I would thy hand had prosper'd For I was vnfit to liue and well prepar'd to die What shall I doe accuse my selfe Submit me to the law and that will quickly end this violent encrease of miserie But t' is a murther to be accessarie to mine owne death I will not I will take this opportunitie to scape It may be Heau'n reserues me to some better end Exit Charlemont Enter Snuffe and Soquette into the Churchyard Soqu. Nay good Sir I dare not In good sooth I come of a generation both by Father and Mother that were all as fruitfull as Costard-mongers wiues Snu. Tush then a Timpanie is the greatest danger can be fear'd Their fruitfulnesse turnes but to a certaine kind of flegmatique windie disease Soqu. I must put my vnderstanding to your trust Sir I would be loath to be deceiu'd Snu. No conceiue thou sha't not Yet thou shalt profit by my instruction too My bodie is not euery day drawne dry wench Soqu. Yet mee thinkes Sir your want of vse should rather make your body like a Well the lesser t' is drawne the sooner it growes dry Snu. Thou shalt try that instantly Soqu. But we want place and opportunity Snu. We haue both This is the backe side of the House which the superstitious call Saint Winifrea' Church and is verily a conuenient vnfrequented place Where vnder the close Curtaines of the night Soqu. You purpose i' the darke to make me light Pulles out a sheete a haire and a beard But what ha' you there Snu. This disguise is for securitie sake wench There 's a talke thou know'st that the Ghoast of olde Mon ferrers walks In this Church he was buried Now if any stranger fall vpon vs before our businesse be ended in this disguise I shall be taken for that Ghoast and neuer be call'd to examination I warrant thee Thus wee shall scape both preuention and discouerie How doe I looke in this habite wench Saq. So like a Ghost that notwithstanding I haue som fore-knowledge of you you make my haire stand almost an end Snu. I will try how I can kisse in this beard O fie fie fie I will put it off and then kisse and then put it on I can doe the rest without kissing Enter Charlemont doubtfully with his sword drawne is vpon them before they are aware They runne out divers waies and leaue the disguise Charl. What ha' wee heere a Sheete a haire a beard What end was this disguise intended for No matter what I 'le not expostulate the purpose of a friendly accident Perhaps it may accommodate my scape I feare I am pursued For more assurance I 'le hide mee heere i' th Charnell house this conuocation-house of dead mens sculles To get into the Charnell house he takes holde of a Death's head it slips and staggers him Death's head deceiu'st my hold Such is the trust to all mortalitie Hides himselfe in the Charnell house Enter D'amville and Castabella Casta. My Lord The night growes late Your Lordship spake of something you desir'd to moue in priuate D'am. Yes Now I 'le speake it Th' argument is loue The smallest ornament of thy sweet forme that abstract of all pleasure can command the sences into passion and thy entire perfection is my obiect yet I loue thee with the freedome of my reason I can giue thee