and out-wept The clouds in that same o'er-passionate moode When they drown'd all the world yet now forsakes me Women your eyes shed glances like the Sunne Now shines your brightnesse now your light is done On the sweetest Flowers you shine 't is but by chance And on the basest Weede you 'll waste a glance Your beames once lost can neuer more be found Vnlesse we waite vntill your course runne round And take you at fist hand Since I cannot Enioy the noble title of a man But after-ages as our vertues are Buryed whilst we are liuing will sound out My infamie and her degenerate shame Yet in my life I le smother 't if I may And like a dead man to the world bequeath These houses of vanitie Mils and Lands Take what you will I will not keepe among you Seruants And welcome some religious Monasterie A true sworne Beads-man I le hereafter be And wake the morning cocke with holy prayers Ser. Good my Lord noble Master Rob. Disswade me not my will shall be my King I thanke thee Wife a faire change thou hast giuen I leaue thy lust to woo the Loue of Heauen Exit cum seruis Guid. This is conuersion is 't not as good as might haue beene He turnes religious vpon his Wiues turning Curtezan This is iust like some of our gallant Prodigals When they haue consum'd their Patrimonies wrongfully They turne Capuchins for deuotion Exit Finis Actus secundi Actus tertij Scaena prima CLARIDIANA and ROGERO being in a readinesse are receiued in at one anothers houses by their Maids Then Enter MENDOSA with a Page to the Lady LENTVLVS Window Mendosa NIght like a solemne Mourner frownes on earth Enuying that Day should force her doffe her roabes Or Phoebus chase away her Melancholy Heauens eyes looke faintly through her sable masque And siluer Cinthia hyes her in her Sphaere Scorning to grace blacke nights solemnitie Be vnpropitious Night to villaine thoughts But let thy Diamonds shine on vertuous loue This is the lower house of high-built heauen Where my chaste Phaebe sits inthron'd 'mong thoughts So purely good brings her to heauen on earth Such power hath soules in contemplation Sing boy though night yet like the mornings Larke Musicke playes A soule that 's cleare is light though heauen be darke The Lady LENTVLVS at her window Lent Who speakes in Musicke to vs Mend. Sweet 't is I Boy leaue me and to bed Exit Page Lent I thanke you for your Musicke now good-night Men. Leaue not the World yet Queene of Chastitie Keepe promise with thy Loue Endimion And let mee meete thee there on Latmus top 'T is I whose vertuous hopes are firmely fixt On the fruition of thy chaste vow'd loue Lent My Lord your honor made me promise your ascent into my house since my vow barr'd my doores By some wits engine made for theft and lust Yet for your Honour and my humble fame Checke your blouds passions and returne deare Lord Suspition is a Dogge that still doth bite Without a cause this act giues foode to Enuy Swolne big it bursts and poysons our cleare flames Men. Enuy is stinglesse when she lookes on thee Lent Enuy is blinde my Lord and cannot see Men. If you breake promise faire you breake my hart Lent Then come Yet stay Ascend Yet let vs part I feare yet know not what I feare Your Loue 's precious yet mine Honor 's deare Mend. If I doe staine thy Honor with foule lust May Thunder strike me to shew Ioue is iust Lent Then come my Lord on earth your vow is giuen This aide I le lend you He throwes vp a ladder of cords which she makes fast to some part of the window he asends and at top fals M. Thus I mount my heauen Receiue me sweete Lent O me vnhappy wretch How fares your Honour speake Fate-crost Lord If life retaine his seate within you speake Else like that Sestian Dame that saw her Loue Cast by the frowning billowes on the sands And leane death swolne big with the Hellespont In bleake Leanders body like his Loue Come I to thee one graue shall serue vs both Mend. Stay miracle of women yet I breathe Though death be enter'd in this Tower of flesh Hee is not conquerour my heart stands out And yeelds to thee scorning his tyranny Lent My doores are vow'd shut and I cannot helpe you Your wounds are mortall wounded is mine Honour If there the Towne-guard finde you Vnhappy Dame Reliefe is periur'd my vow kept shame What hellish Destinie did twist my fate Mend. Rest ceaze thine eye-lids be not passionate Sweet sleepe secure I le remoue my selfe That Viper Enuy shall not spot thy fame I le take that poyson with me my soules rest For like a Serpent I le creepe on my breast Lent Thou more then man loue-wounded ioy and griefe fight in my bloud Thy wounds and constancie Are both so strong none can haue victory Mend. Darken the world earths-Queene get thee to bed The earth is light while those two Starres are spread Their splendor will betray me to mens eyes Vaile thy bright face for if thou longer stay Phoebus will rise to thee and make night day Lent To part and leaue you hurt my soule doth feare Mend. To part from hence I cannot you being there Lent Wee 'll moue together then Fate Loue controules And as we part so bodies part from soules Mend. Mine is the earth thine the refined fire I am mortall thou diuine then soule mount higher Lent Why then take comfort sweet I le see'ou to morrow Exit Men. My wounds are nothing thy losse breedes my sorrow See now 't is darke Support your Master legges a little further Faint not bolde heart with anguish of my wound Try further yet can bloud weigh downe my soule Desire is vaine without abilitie He staggars on and then fals downe Thus fals a Monarch if Fate push at him Enter a Captaine and the Watch Capt. Come on my hearts we are the Cities securitie I le giue you your charge and then like Courtiers euery man spye out let no man in my company be afraid to speake to a Cloake lined with Veluet nor tremble at the sound of a gingling Spurre 1 Watch. May I neuer be counted a cock of the game if I feare Spurres but be gelded like a Capon for the preseruing of my voyce Cap. I le haue none of my Band refraine to search a veneriall house though his Wifes sister be a lodger there nor take two shillings of the Bawd to saue the Gentlemens credits that are aloft and so like voluntary Pandars leaue them to the shame of all Halbardiers 2. Nay for the Wenches wee 'll tickle them that 's flat Cap. If you meete a Sheuoiliero that 's in the grosse phrase a Knight that swaggers in the streete and being taken has no money in his Purse to pay for his fees it shall be a part of your duty to entreate me to let him goe 1. O meruailous
vote-killing Mandrakes The ghosts of misers that imprison'd gold Within the harmelesse bowels of the earth Are nights companions bawdes to lust and murder Be all propitious to my Act of iustice Vpon the scandalizers of her fame That is the life-blood of deliciousnesse Deem'd Isabella Cupids Treasurer Whose soule containes the richest gifts of loue Her beautie from my heart feare doth expell They rellish pleasure best that dread not hell Who 's there Enter Count Rogero Rogero A friend to thee if thy intents be iust honorable Sago Count Rogero speake I am the watch Rogero My name is Rogero do'st thou know me Sago Yes slanderous villen nurse of Obloquie Whose poison'd breath ha's speckl'd cleare fac't vertue And made a Leper of Isabella's fame That is as spotlesse as the eye of heau'n Thy vitall threds a cutting start not slaue Hee 's sure of sudden death heau'n cannot saue Count Rog. Art not Guiaca turn'd Apostata ha's pleasure once againe Turn'd thee againe a diuell art not Guiaca hah Sago O that I were then would I stab my selfe For he is mark't for death as well as thee I am Don Sago thy mortall enemie Whose hand loue makes thy executioner Rogero I know thee valiant Spaniard and to thee Murders more hatefull then is sacrilege Thy actions euer haue been honourable Sago And this the crowne of all my Actions To purge the earth of such a man turn'd monster Rogero I neuer wrong'd thee Spaniard did I speake I 'le make thee satisfaction like a souldiour Tell him all the Plot. A true Italian and a Gentleman Thy rage is treacherie without a cause Sago My rage is iust and thy heart bloud shall know He that wrongs beautie must be honors foe Isabels quarrell armes the Spaniards spirit Rogero Murder should keepe with basenesse not with merit I 'le answere thee to morrow by my soule And cleare thy doubts or satisfie thy will Sago Hee 's warres best scholler can with safety kill Take this to night now meete with me to morrow Shootes I come Isabella halfe thy hate is dead Valour makes murder light which feare makes dead Capt. The pistoll was shot here seize him Enter Capt. with a band of Soldiors Bring lights what Don Sago Collonell of the horse Ring the Alarum bell raise the whole Citie His Troops are in the towne I feare treacherie Whos 's this lies murdred speake bloud-thirstie Spaniard Sago I haue not spoil'd his face you may know his visnomy Capt. 'T is Count Rogero goe conuay him hence Thy life proud Spaniard answeres this offence A strong guard for the prisoner lesse the cities powers Rise to rescue him Begirt him with souldiours Sago What needs this strife Know slaues I prize reuenge aboue my life Fames register to future times shall tell That by Don Sago Count Rogero fell Exeunt omnes Finis Acti Quarti Actus quintus Scaena prima Enter MEDINA the dead body of GVIDO Alias Count Arsena and Souldiours Don Sago guarded Executioner Scaffold Medina DOn Sago quak'st thou not to behold this spectacle This innocent sacrifice murdred noblenes When bloud the maker euer promiseth Shall though with slow yet with sure vengeance rest I't is a guerdon earn'd and must be paide As sure reuenge as it is sure a deede I nee'r knew murder yet but it did bleed Canst thou after so many fearefull conflicts Betweene this obiect and thy guilty conscience Now thou art freed from out the serpents Iawes That vilde Adultresse whose sorceries Doth draw chaste men into incontinence Whose tongue flowes ouer with harmefull eloquence Canst thou I say repent this hainous Act And learne to loath that killing Cockatrice Sago By this fresh blood that from thy manly brest I cowardly sluct out I would in hell From this sad minute still the day of doome To re-inspire vaine Aesculapius And fill these crimson conduits feele the fire Due to the damned and this horrid fact Medina Vpon my soule braue Spaniard I beleeue thee Sago O cease to weepe in blood or teach me too The bubbling wounds doe murmure for reuenge This is the end of lust where men may see Murders the shadow of Adulterie And followes it to death Medina But hopefull Lord we doe commiserate Thy bewitch't fortunes a free pardon giue On this thy true and noble penitence With all we make thee Collonell of our horse Leuied against the proud Venecian state Sago Medina I thanke thee not giue life to him That sits with Risus and the full cheek't Bacchus The rich and mighty Monarchs of the earth To me life is ten times more terrible Then death can be to me O breake my breast Diuines and dying men may talke of hell But in my heart the seuerall torments dwell What Tanais Nilus or what Tioris swift What Rhenus ferier then the Cataract Although Neptolis cold the waues of all the northerne sea Should flow for euer through these guiltie hands Yet the sanguinolent staine would extant be Medina God pardon thee we doe Enter a messenger A shoute Messenger The Countesse comes my Lord vnto the death But so vnwillingly and vnprepar'd That she is rather forst thinking the summe She sent to you of twenty thousand pound Would haue assured her of life Medina O Heauens Is she not wearie yet of lust and life Had it been Cressus wealth she should haue died Her goods by law are all confiscate to vs And die shee shall her lust Would make a slaughter house of Italy Ere she attain'd to foure and twenty yeeres Three Earles one Vicount and this valiant Spaniard Are knowne to abeene the fuell to her lust Besides her secret louers which charitably I iudge to haue beene but few but some they were Here is a glasse wherein to view her soule A Noble but vnfortunate Gentleman Cropt by her hand as some rude passenger Doth pluck the tender Roses in the budde Murder and lust the least of which is death And hath she yet any false hope of breath Enter ISABELLA with her haire hanging downe a chaplet of flowers on her head a nosegay in her hand Executioner before her and with her a Cardinall Isabella What place is this Cardin. Madame the Castle greene Isab. There should be dancing on a greene I thinke Card. Madame to you none other then your dance of death Isabell. Good my Lord Cardinall doe not thunder thus I sent to day to my Phisician And as he say's he findes no signe of death Card. Good Madame doe not iest away your soule Isab. O seruant how hast thou betrai'd my life To Sago Thou art my dearest louer now I see Thou wilt not leaue me till my very death Bless't be thy hand I sacrifice a kisse To it and vengeance worthily thou didst He died deseruedly not content to inioy My youth and beauty riches and my fortune But like a Chronicler of his owne vice In Epigrams and songs he run'd my name Renown'd me for a Strumpet in the Courts Of the French King and the great Emperor Didst thou not
To be the Furies sister Thinke of me Amb. Ha ha ha Mend. How now Lady does the toy take you as they say Abig. No my Lord nor doe we take your toy as they say This is a childes birth that must not be deliuered before a man Though your Lordship might be a Mid-wife for your chinne Mend. Some bawdy riddle is 't not you long til 't be night Thais No my Lord womens longing comes after their marriage night Sister see you be constant now Abig. Why dost thinke I le make my Husband a Cuckold O here they come Enter at seuerall doores Count Ars. with CLARIDIANA GVIDO with ROGERO at another doore MENDOSA meetes them Mend. Signior Rogero are you yet qualified Rogero Yes does any man thinke I le goe like a sheepe to the slaughter Hands off my Lord your Lordship may chance come vnder my hands If you doe I shall shew my selfe a Citizen and reuenge basely Clarid. I thinke if I were receiuing the holy Sacrament His sight would make me gnash my teeth terribly But there 's the beauty without parallel To Abigall In whom the Graces and the Vertues meete In her aspect milde Honour sits and smiles And who lookes there were it the sauage Beare But would deriue new nature from her eyes But to be reconcil'd simply for him Were mankinde to be lost againe I de let it And a new heape of stones should stocke the world In heauen and earth this power beauty hath It inflames Temp'rance and temp'rates Wrath What ere thou art mine art thou wise or chaste I shall set hard vpon thy marriage vow And write reuenge high in thy Husbands brow In a strange Character You may beginne sir Mend. Signior Claridiana I hope Signior Rogero Thus employed me about a good office 'T were worthy Ciceroes tongue a famous Oration now But friendship that is mutually embraced of the Gods And is Ioues Vsher to each sacred Sinod Without the which hee could not raigne in heauen That over-goes my admiration shall not vnder-goe my censure These hot flames of rage that else will be As fire midst your nuptiall Iolitie Burning the edge off from the present Ioy And keepe you wake to terror Clarid. I haue not yet swallowed the Rhimatrix nor the Onocentaure the Rimocheros was monstrous Arsen. Sir be you of the more flexible nature and confesse an error Clarid. I must the Gods of loue command And that bright Starre her eye that guides my fate Signior Rogero ioy then Signior Rogero Rog. Signior sir O Diuell Thais Good Husband shew your selfe a temp'rate man Your mother was a woman I dare sweare No Tyger got you nor no Beare was riuall In your conception you seeme like the issue The Painters limbe leaping from Enuies mouth That deuoures all hee meetes Rog. Had the last or the least Syllable Of this more then immortall eloquence Commenc'd to mee when rage had beene so high Within my bloud that it ore-topt my soule Like to the Lyon when he heares the sound Of Dian's Bowe-string in some shady wood I should haue coucht my lowly limbe on earth And held my silence a proud sacrifice Clarid. Slaue I will fight with thee at any oddes Or name an instrument fit for destruction That ne'er was made to make away a man I le meete thee on the ridges of the Alpes Or some inhospitable wildernesse Starke naked at push-of-pike or keene Curt'laxe At Turkish Sickle Babilonian Sawe The auncient Hookes of great Cadwalleder Or any other heathen inuention Thais O God blesse the man Lent Counsell him good my Lord Mend. Our tongues are weary and he desperate He does refuse to heare What shall we doe Clarid. I am not mad I can heare I can see I can feele But a wise rage in man wrongs past compare Should be well nourisht as his vertues are I de haue it knowne vnto each valiant sp'rit He wrongs no man that to himselfe does right Catzo I ha' done Signior Rogero I ha' done Arsen. By heauen this voluntary reconsilation made Freely and of it selfe argues vnfaign'd And vertuous knot of loue So sirs embrace Rog. Sir by the conscience of a Catholike man And by our mother Church that bindes And doth attone in amitie with God The soules of men that they with men be one I tread into the center all the thoughts Of ill in mee toward you and memory Of what from you might ought disparage mee Wishing vnfaignedly it may sincke low And as vntimely births want power to grow Mend. Christianly said Signior what would you haue more Clar. And so I sweare you 're honest Onocentaure Arsen. Nay see now fie vpon your turbulent spirit Did he doo 't in this forme Clar. If you thinke not this sufficient you shall commaund mee to be reconcil'd in another forme as a Rhimatrix or a Rimocheros Mend. S'blood what will you doe Clar. Well giue mee your hands first I am friends with you i'faith thereupon I embrace you kisse your Wife and God giue vs ioy To Thais Thais You meane me and my husband Clar. You take the meaning better then the speech Lady Roger. The like wish I but ne'er can be the like And therefore wish I thee Clar. By this bright light that is deriu'd from thee Thais So sir you make me a very light creature Clar. But that thou art a blessed Angell sent Downe from the Gods t' attone mortall men I would haue thought deedes beyond all mens thoughts And executed more vpon his corps Oh let him thanke the beautie of this eye And not his resolute sword or destinie Arsen. What saist thou Mizaldus come applaud this Iubile A day these hundred yeeres before not truely knowne To these diuided factions Clar. No nor this day had it beene falsely borne But that I meane to sound it with his horne Miz. I lik'd the former iarre better then they shew'd like men and Souldiers now like Cowards and Leachers Arsen. Well said Mizaldus thou art like the Base Violl in a Consort let the other Instrument wish and delight in your highest sense thou art still grumbling Clar. Nay sweet receiue it Giues it Abigall And in it my heart And when thou read'st a mouing syllable Thinke that my soule was Secretary to 't It is your loue and not the odious wish Of my reuenge in stiling him a Cuckold Makes mee presume thus farre then reade it faire My passion 's ample as your beauties are Abig. Well sir we will not sticke with you Arsena And Gentlemen since it hath hapt so fortunately I doe entreat wee may all meete to morrow In some Heroick Masque to grace the Nuptials Of the most noble Countesse of Sweuia Mend. Who does the young Count marry Arsen. O sir who but the very heire of all her sexe That beares the Palme of beautie from 'em all Others compar'd to her shew like faint Starres To the full Moone of wonder in her face The Lady Isabella the late Widow To the deceast and noble Vicount Hermut Mend.
his there such Sheuoiliers 2. Some 200. that 's the least that are reueal'd Mend. groues Cap. What groane is that bring a light Who lyes there It is the Lord Mendosa kinsman to our Duke Speake good my Lord relate your dire mischance Life like a fearefull seruant flyes his Master Art must attone them or'th' whole man is lost Conuay him to a Surgeons then returne No place shall be vnsearch'd vntill we finde The truth of this mischance Make haste againe Exit the Watch Manet Captain Whose house is this stands open in and search What guests that house containes and bring them forth This Noble-mans misfortune stirs my quiet And fils my soule with fearefull fantasies But I le vnwinde this Labyrinth of doubt Else industry shall lose part of it selfes labour Enter the Watch with Claridiana and Rogero taken in one anothers houses in their shirts and night-gownes they see one another Who haue we there Signiors cannot you tell vs How our Princes kinsman came wounded to the death Nigh to your houses Rog. Hey-day crosse-ruffe at midnight Is 't Christmas You goe a gaming to your neighbours house Clar. Dost make a Mummer of me Oxe-head Cap. Make answere Gentlemen it doth concerne you Rog. Oxe-head will beare an action I le ha' the Law I le not be yoakt Beare vvitnesse Gentlemen he cals me Oxe-head Cap. Doe you heare sir Clarid. Very well very well take Law and hang thy selfe I care not Had she no other but that good face to doate vpon I de rather she had dealt vvith a dangerous French-man then with such a Pagan Cap. Are you mad answere my demaund Rog. I am as good a Christian as thy selfe Though my Wife haue now new christned mee Cap. Are you deafe you make no answere Clar. Would I had had the circumcising of thee Iew I de ha' Cut short your Cuckold-maker I would ifaith I would ifaith Cap. Away with them to prison they 'll answere better there Rog. Not to fast Gentlemen vvhat 's our crime Cap. Murther of the Dukes kinsman Signior Mendosa Amb. Nothing else vve did it vve did it vve did it Cap. Take heede Gentlemen vvhat you confesse Cla. I le confesse any thing since I am made a foole by a knaue I le be hang'd like an innocent that 's flat Rog. I le not see my shame Hempe in stead of a Quacksaluer you shall put out mine eyes and my head shall be bought to make Incke-hornes of Cap. You doe confesse the murder Clar. Sir 't is true Done by a faithlesse Christian and a Iew Cap. To prison vvith them wee will heare no further The tongue betrayes the heart of guilty murder Exeunt Omnes Enter Count GVIDO ISABELLA ANNA and Seruants Guid. Welcome to Pauy sweet and may this kisse Chase Melancholy from thy company Speake my soules ioy how fare you after trauaile Isab. Like one that scapeth dangers on the Seas Yet trembles vvith cold feares being safe on land With bare imagination of what 's past Guid. Feare keepe vvith cowards aire-stars cannot moue Isab. Feare in this kinde my Lord doth sweeten loue Guid. To thinke feare ioy deare I cannot coniecture Isab. Feare 's sire to fervencie Which makes loues sweet prone Nectar Trembling desire feare hope and doubtfull leasure Distill from loue the Quintessence of pleasure Guid. Madame I yeeld to you Feare keepes vvith Loue My Oratorie is too weake against you You haue the ground of knowledge vvise experience Which makes your argument inuincible Isab. You are Times Scholler and can flatter weaknesse Guid. Custome allowes it and vve plainly see Princes and women maintaine flatterie Isab. Anna goe see my Iewels and my Trunckes Be aptly placed in their seuerall roomes Exit Anna Enter GNIACA Count of Gaza with Attendants My Lord know you this Gallant 't is a compleate Gentleman Guid. I doe 't is Count Guiaca my endeared friend Gniac. Welcome to Pauie vvelcome fairest Lady Your sight deare friend is lifes restoratiue This day 's the period of long-wish'd content More vvelcome to me then day to the vvorld Night to the vvearyed or gold to a Mizer Such ioy feeles Friendship in Societie Isab. A rare shap'd man compare them both together Guid. Our loues are friendly twins both at a birth The ioy you taste that ioy doe I conceiue This day 's the Iubile of my desire Isab. He 's fairer then he vvas vvhen first I saw him This little time makes him more excellent Gniac. Relate some newes Harke you what Lady 's that Be open breasted so will I to thee They whisper Isab. Error did blinde him that paints Loue blinde For my Loue plainly iudges difference Loue is cleare sighted and vvith Eagles eyes Vndazeled lookes vpon bright Sunne-beam'd beauty Nature did rob her selfe when she made him Blushing to see her vvorke excell her selfe T is shape makes mankinde semelacie Forgiue me Rogero 't is my Fate To loue thy friend and quit thy loue vvith hate I must enioy him let hope thy passions smother Faith cannot coole bloud I le clip him wer 't my brother Such is the heate of my sincere affection Hell nor earth can keepe loue in subiection Gnia. I craue your Honors pardon my Ignorance Of what you were may gaine a curteous pardon Is. There needes no pardon where there 's no offence His tongue strikes Musicke rauishing my sense I must be sodaine else desire confounds me Guid. What sport affords this Climate for delight Gnia. We 'll hawke and hunt to day as for to morrow Varietie shall feede varietie Is. Dissimulation womens armour is Aide loue beliefe and female constancie Oh I am sicke my Lord kinde Rogero helpe me Guido Forsend it heauen Madame sit how fare you My liues best comfort speake O speake sweet Saint Is. Fetch Art to keepe life runne my Loue I faint My vitall breath runnes coldly through my veynes I see leane Death vvith eyes imaginarie Stand fearefully before me here my end A vvife vnconstant yet thy louing friend Guid. As swift as thought flie I to wish thee aide Exit Isab. Thus innocence by craft is soone betraid My Lord Guiaca 't is your Art must heale me I am loue-sicke for your loue loue loue for louing I blush for speaking truth faire Sir beleeue me Beneath the Moone nought but your frowne can grieue me Gniaca. Lady by heauen me thinkes this fit is strange Isab. Count not my loue light for this sodaine change By Cupids Bow I sweare and vvill avow I neuer knew true perfect loue till now Gniac. Wrong not your selfe me and your dearest friend Your loue is violent and soone vvill end Loue is not Loue vnlesse Loue doth perseuer That loue is perfect loue that loues for euer Isab. Such loue is mine beleeue it vvell-shap'd youth Though vvomen vse to lye yet I speake truth Giue sentence for my life or speedy death Can you affect me Gniac. I should belye my thoughts to giue deniall But then to friendship I must turne disloyall I vvill not vvrong my
friend let that suffice Isab. I le be a miracle for loue a woman dyes Offers to stab her selfe Gn. Hold madame these are soule killing passions I de rather wrong my friend then you your selfe Isab. Loue me or else by Ioue death 's but delaid My vow is fixt in heauen feare shall not moue me My life is death vvith tortures 'lesse you loue me Gnia. Giue me some respite and I will resolue you Isab. My heart denies it My bloud is violent now or else neuer Loue me and like loues Queene I le fall before thee Inticing daliance from thee vvith my smiles And steale thy heart vvith my delicious kisses I le study Art in loue that in a rupture Thy soule shall taste pleasures excelling nature Loue me both Art and nature in large recompence Shall be profuse in rauishing thy sense Gni. You haue preuail'd I am yours from all the world Thy wit and beauty haue entranc'd my soule I long for daliance my bloud burnes like fire Hels paine on earth is to delay desire Isab. I kisse thee for that breath this day you hunt In midst of all your sports leaue you Rogero Returne to me whose life rests in thy sight Where pleasure shall make Nectar our delight Gniac. I condescend to what thy vvill implores me He that but now neglected thee adores thee Enter Rogero Anna Doctor But see here comes my friend feare makes him tremble Isab. Women are witles that cannot dissemble Now I am sicke againe where 's my Lord Rogero His loue and my health 's vanish'd both together Guid. Wrong not thy friend deare friend in thy extreames Here 's a profound Hipocrates my deare To minister to thee the spirit of health Isab. Your sight to me my Lord excels all Phisicke I am better farre my Loue then when you left me Your friend was comfortable to me at the last 'T was but a fit my Lord and now 't is past Are all things ready sir Anna Yes Madame the house is fit Gnia. Desire in women is the life of wit Exeunt Omnes Enter ABIGAL and THAIS at seuerall doores Abig. O partner I am with childe of laughter and none but you can be my Mid-wife was there euer such a game at Noddy Thais Our Husbands thinke they are fore-men of the Iurie they hold the Hereticke point of Predestination and sure they are borne to be hanged Abig. They are like to proue men of iudgement but not for killing of him that 's yet aliue and well recouered Thais As soone as my man saw the Watch come vp All his spirit was downe Abig, But though they haue made vs good sport in speech They did hinder vs of good sport in action O wench imagination is strong in pleasure Thais That 's true for the opinion my Good-man had of enioying you made him doe wonders A. Why shold weake man that is so soone satisfied desire variety Thais Their answere is to feede on Phesants continually would breede a loathing Abigall Then if vve seeke for strange flesh that haue stomackes at will 't is pardonable Thais I if men had any feeling of it but they iudge vs by themselues Abig. Well we vvill bring them to the Gallowes and then like kinde virgins begge their liues and after liue at our pleasures and this bridle shall still reyne them Thais Faith if vve were disposed we might seeme as safe As if we had the broad seale to warrant it But that nights worke vvill sticke by me this forty weekes Come shall we goe visit the discontented Lady Lentulus Whom the Lord Mendosa has confest to his Chirurgion He vvould haue rob'd I thought great men would but Haue rob'd the poore yet he the rich Abig. He thought that the richer purchase though vvith the worse conscience but vvee 'll to comfort her and then goe heare our Husbands lamentations They say mine has compiled an vngodly volume of Satyres against women and cals his booke The Snarle Thais But he 's in hope his booke will saue him Ab. God defend that it should or any that snarle in that fashion Tha. Well wench if I could be metamorphosed into thy shape I should haue my husband pliant to me in his life And soone rid of him for being weary vvith his continuall motion He 'de dye of a consumption Abig. Make much of him for all our wanton prize Follow the Prouerbe Merry be and wise Exeunt Enter ISABELLA ANNA and Seruants Isab. Time that devour'st all mortalitie Runne swiftly these few houres And bring Guiaca on thy aged shoulders That I may clip the rarest modell of creation Doe this gentle Time And I vvill curle thine aged siluer locke And dally vvith thee in delicious pleasure Medea-like I will renew thy youth But if thy frozen steps delay my loue I le poyson thee with murder curse thy pathes And make thee know a time of infamy Anna giue watch and bring me certaine notice When Count Guiaca doth approach my house An. Madame I goe I am kept for pleasure though I neuer taste it For 't is the vshers office still to couer His Ladyes priuate meetings with her Louer Exit Isab. Desire thou quenchlesse flame that burn'st our soules Cease to torment me The dewe of pleasure shall put out thy fire And quite consume thee with satietie Lust shall be cool'd with lust wherein I le proue The life of loue is onely sau'd by loue Enter Anna An. Madame hee 's comming Isab. Thou blessed Mercurie Prepare a banquet fit to please the Gods Let Sphaere-like Musicke breathe delicious tones Into our mortall eares perfume the house With odoriferous sents sweeter then Myrrhe Or all the Spices in Panchaia His sight and touching wee will recreate That his fiue Senses shall be fiue-fold happy His breath like Roses casts out sweete perfume Time now with pleasure shall it selfe consume Enter Gniaca in his hunting weedes How like Adonis in his hunting weedes Lookes this same Goddesse tempter And art thou come this kisse entrance thy soule Gods I doe not enuy you for know this Way 's here on earth compleate excels you blisse I le not change this nights pleasure vvith you all Gniac. Thou creature made by Loue compos'd of pleasure That mak'st true vse of thy creation In thee both vvit and beauty's resident Delightfull pleasure vnpeer'd excellence This is the fate fixt fast vnto thy birth That thou alone shouldst be mans heauen on earth If I alone may but enioy thy loue I le not change earthly ioy to be heauens Ioue For though that vvomen haters now are common They all shall know earths ioy consists in woman Isab. My loue was dotage till I loued thee For thy soule truely tastes our petulance Conditions Louer Cupids Intelligencer That makes man vnderstand what pleasure is These are fit attributes vnto thy knowledge For womens beautie o'er men beare that rule Our power commands the rich the vvise the foole Though scorne growes big in man in growth stature Yet vvomen are the
femallist I grow a slaue vnto my potent loue Whose power change hearts make our fate remoue Isabella Reuenge not Pleasure now ore-rules my blood Rage shall drown faint loue in a crimson flood And were he caught I 'de make him murders hand Sago Me thinkes 't were ioy to die at her command I le speake to heare her speech whose powerfull breath Is able to infuse life into death Isabella He comes to speake hee 's mine by loue he is mine Sago Lady thinke bold intrusion curtesie T is but imagination alters them Then 't is your thoughts not I that doe offend Isabella Sir your intrusion yet 's but curtesie Vnlesse your future humor alter it Sago Why then Diuinest woman know my soule Is dedicated to thy shrine of beauty To pray for mercy and repent the wrongs Done against loue and femall puritie Thou abstract drawne from natures empty store-house I am thy slaue command my sword my heart The soule is tri'd best by the bodies smart Isabella You are a stranger to this land and me What madnesse i st for me to trust you then To cosen women is a trade 'mongst men Smooth promises faint passions with a lye Deceiues our sex of fame and chastitie What danger durst you hazard for my loue Sago Perils that that neuer mortall durst approue I le double all the workes of Hercules Expose my selfe in combat 'gainst an Hoste Meete danger in a place of certaine death Yet neuer shrinke or giue way to my Fate Bare-brested meete the murderous Tartars dart Or any fatall Engine made for death Such power ha's loue and beauty from your eyes He that dies resolute does neuer die 'T is feare giues death his strength which I resisted Death is but emptie Aire the Fates haue twisted Isab. Dare you reuenge my quarrell 'gainst a foe Sago Then aske me if I dare embrace you thus Or kisse your hand or gaze on your bright eye Where Cupid dances on those globes of loue Feare is my vassall when I frowne he flyes A hundred times in life a coward dies Isabella I not suspect your valor but your will Sago To gaine your loue my fathers bloud I 'le spill Isab. Many haue sworne the like yet broke their vow Sago My whole endeuour to your wish shall bow I am your plague to scourge your enemies Isabella Performe your promise and enioy your pleasure Spend my loues Dowry that is womens treasure But if thy resolution dread the triall I le tell the world a Spaniard was disloyall Sago Relate your griefe I long to heare their names Whose bastard spirits thy true worth defames I 'le wash thy scandall off when their hearts bleeds Valour makes difference betwixt words and deeds Tell thy fames poison blood shall wash thee white Isab. My spotlesse honor is a slaue to spite These are the monsters Venice doth bring forth Whose emptie soules are banckrupt of true worth False Count Guido treacherous Guiaca Countesse of Gazia and of rich Massino Then if thou beest a Knight help the opprest Through danger safetie comes through trouble rest And so my loue Sago Ignoble villens their best bloud shall proue Reuenge fals heauy that is rais'd by loue Isab. Thinke what reproch is to a womans name Honor'd by birth by marriage and by beautie Be God on earth and reuenge innocence O worthy Spaniard on my knees I begge Forget the persons thinke on their offence Sago By the white soule of honour by heau'ns Ioue They die if their death can attaine your loue Isab. Thus will I clip thy waste embrace thee thus Thus dally with thy haire and kisse thee thus Our Pleasures Pothean-like in sundry shapes Shall with varietie stirre daliance Sago I am immortall O diuinest creature Thou do'st excell the Gods in wit and feature False Counts you die reuenge now shakes his rods Beautie condemnes you stronger then the Gods Isab. Come Mars of louers Vulcan is not here Make vengeance like my bed quite voide of feare Sago My sences are intranst and in this slumber I taste heau'ns ioyes but cannot count the number Ex. Ambo Enter LADY LENTVLVS ABIGALL and THAIS Abigal Well Madame you see the destinie that followes marriage Our husbands are quiet now and must suffer the law Thais If my husband had beene worth the begging some Courtier would haue had him he might be beg'd well inough for he knowes not his owne wife from another Lady Lent O you 'r a couple of trusty wenches to deceiue your husbands thus Abig. If wee had not deceiu'd them thus we had been Trust wenches Thais Our husbands will be hang'd because they thinke themselu's Cuckolds Abig. If all true Cuckolds were of that minde the hangman would be the richest occupation and more wealthie widdowes then there be yonger brothers to marry them Thais The Marchant venturers would be a very small companie Abag. 'T is twelue to one of that how euer the rest scape I shall feare a massacre Thais If my husband hereafter for his wealth chance to be dub'd I 'le haue him cal'd the Knight of the supposed home Abag. Faith and it sounds well Lady Come madcaps leaue iesting and let 's deliuer them out of their earthly purgation you are the spirits that torment them but my loue and Lord kinde Mendosa will loose his life to preserue mine honor not for hate to others Abig. By my troth if I had beene his iudge I should haue hang'd him for hauing no more wit I speake as I thinke for I would not be hang'd for ne'er a man vnder the heau'ns Thais Faith I thinke I should for my Husband I doe not hold the opinion of the Philosopher that writes we loue them best that we inioy first for I protest I loue my husband better then any that did know me before Abig. So doe I yet life and pleasure are two sweet things to a woman Lady He that 's willing to die to saue mine honor I 'le die to saue his Abig. Tut beleeue it who that list wee loue a liuely man I grant you But to maintaine that life I 'le ne're consent to die This is a rule I still will keepe in brest Loue well thy husband wench but thy selfe best Thais I haue followed your counsell hetherto and meane to doe still Lady Come we neglect our businesse 't is no iesting To morrow they are executed leasse we reprieue them Wee be their destinies to cast their fate Let 's all goe Abig. I feare not to come late Exeunt Enter DON SAGO SOLVS with a case of Pistols Sago Day was my night and night must be my day The sunne shin'd on my pleasure with my loue And darknesse must lend aide to my reuenge The stage of heau'n is hung with solemne black A time best fitting to Act Tragedies The nights great Queene that maiden gouernesse Musters black clouds to hide her from the world Afraide to looke on my bold enterprise Curs'd creatures messengers of death possesse the world Night-Rauens scritch-owles and