a sadder subiect who hath plac'd All happinesse in your diuiner eyes Bian. My Lord the time Fer. The time yet heare me speake For I must speake or burst I haue a soule So anchor'd downe with cares in seas of woe That passion and the vowes I owe to you Haue chang'd me to a leane Anatomy Sweet Princesse of my life Bian. Forbeare or I shall Fer. Yet as you honour vertue doe not freeze My hopes to more discomfort then as yet My feares suggest no beauty so adornes The composition of a well-built mind As pitty heare me out Bian. No more I spare To tell you what you are and must confesse Doe almost hate my judgement that it once Thought goodnesse dwelt in you remember now It is the third time since your treacherous tongue Hath pleaded treason to my care and fame Yet for the friendship 'twixt my Lord and you I haue not voye'd your follies if you dare To speake a fourth time you shall rue your lust T is all no better learne and loue your selfe Exit Fer. Gon oh my sorrowes how am I vndone Not speake againe no no in her chast brest Vertue and resolution haue discharg'd All female weaknesse I haue su'd and su'd Kneel'd wept and begg'd but teares and vowes and words Moue her no more then summer-winds a rocke I must resolue to checke this rage of blood And will she is all ycie to my fires Yet euen that yee inflames in me desires Exit Enter Petruchio and Roseilli Ros. Is 't possible the Duke should be so mou'd Petr. 'T is true you haue no enemy at Court But her for whom you pine so much in loue Then master your affections I am sory you hug your ruine so What say you to the proiect I propos'd Ros. I entertaine it with a greater ioy Then shame can checke Enter Fernando Petr. You are come as I could wish my Cozen is resolu'd Fer. Without delay Prepare your selfe and meet at Court anon Some halfe houre hence and Cupid blesse your ioy Ros. Is euer man was bounden to a friend Fer. No more away loues rage is yet vnknown Exeunt In his aye me too well I feele my owne So now I am alone now let me thinke Shee is the Dutchesse say she be A Creature Sow'd vp in painted cloth might so be styl'd That 's but a name shee 's married too she is And therefore better might distinguish loue She 's young and faire why Madam that 's the bait Inuites me more to hope she 's the Dukes wife Who knowes not this she 's bosom'd to my friend There there I am quite lost will not be won Still worse and worse abhorres to heare me speake Eternall mischiefe I must vrge no more For were I not beleapred in my soule Here were enough to quench the flames of hell What then pish I must not speake I 'le write Come then sad Secretary to my plaints Plead thou my faith for words are turn'd to sighs he draws a letter What sayes this paper he reads to himselfe Enter D'aurlos with two Pictures R. D. Now is the time alone reading a letter good how now striking his brest what in the name of policy should this meane tearing his haire passion by all the hopes of my life plaine passion now I perceiue it if this bee not a fit of some violent affection I am an asse in vnderstanding why 't is plaine plainer and plainer Loue in the extreamest oh for the party who now the greatnesse of his spirits is to high cherish'd to be caught with some ordinary stuffe and if it bee my Lady Fiormonda I am strangely mistooke well that I haue fit occasion soone to vnderstand I haue here two pictures newly drawne to bee sent for a present to the Abbot of Monacho the Dutchesse Vncle her owne and my Ladies I 'le obserue which of these may perhaps bewray him a turnes about my noble Lord Fer. Y' are welcome Sir I thanke you R. D. Me my Lord for what my Lord Fer. Who 's there I cry you mercy D'auolos I tooke you for another pray excuse me What is 't you beare there R. D. No secret my Lord but may be imparted to you A couple of Pictures my good Lord please you see them Fer. I care not much for pictures but whose are they R. D. Th' one is for my Lords sister the other is the Dutchesse Fer. Ha D'auolos the Dutchesses R. D. Yes my Lord sure the word startled him Obserue that Fer. You told me master Secretary once You ow'd me loue R. D. Seruice my honour'd Lord howsoeuer you please to terme it Fer. 'T were rudenesse to be sutor for a sight Yet trust me Sir I 'le be all secret R. D. I beseech your Lordship They are as I am constant to your pleasure This my Lord is the widow Marquesses as it now newly came from the Picture-drawers the oyle yet greene a sweet Picture and in my iudgement Art hath not bin a niggard in striuing to equall the life Michael Angelo himselfe needed not blush to owne the workmanship Fer. A very pretty Picture But kind Signior to whose vse is it R. D. For the Dukes my Lord who determines to send it with all speed as a present to Paul Baglione Vnckle to the Dutchesse that he may see the riches of two such lustres as shine in the Court of Pauy Fer. Pray Sir the other R. D. This my Lord is for the Dutchesse Biancha a wondrous sweet Picture if you well obserue with what singularity the Arts-man hath stroue to set forth each limbe in exquisitest proportion not missing a haire Fer. A haire R. D. She cannot more formally Or if it may be lawfull to vse the word more really behold her owne Symetry in her glasse then in taking a sensible view of this counterfeit when I first saw it I verily almost was of a mind that this was her very lip Fer. Lip R. D. How constantly he dwels vpon this portrayture Nay I 'le assure your Lordship there is no defect of cunning His eye is fixt as if it were incorporated there Were not the party her selfe aliue to witnesse that there is a Creature compos'd of flesh and blood as naturally inriched with such harmony of admirall beauty as is here artificially counterfeited a very curious eye might repute it as an imaginary rapture of some transported conceit to ayme at an impossibility whose very first gaze is of force almost to perswade a substantiall loue in a setled heart Fer. Loue heart R D. My honor'd Lord Fer. Oh heauens R. D. I am confirm'd What ayles your Lordship Fer. You need not praise it Sir it selfe is praise How neere had I forgot my selfe I thanke you 'T is such a picture as might well become The shrine of some fain'd Venus I am dazeld With looking on 't pray Sir conuey it hence R. D. I am all your seruant blessed blessed discouery Please you to command me Fer. No gentle Sir I 'me lost beyond my
the reines of state in his owne hand Much altered from the man he was before As if he were transformed in his mind To sooth him in his pleasures amongst whom Is fond Ferentes one whose pride takes pride In nothing more then to delight his lust And he with griefe I speake it hath I feare Too much besotted my vnhappy daughter My poore Colona whom for kinreds sake As you are noble as you honour vertue Perswade to loue her selfe a word from you May win her more then my entreaties or frownes Fer. Vnckle I 'le doe my best meane time pray tell me Whose mediation wrought the Marriage Betwixt the Duke and Dutchesse who was agent Petr. His rouing eye and her inchanting face The onely dower Nature had ordained T' aduance her to her Bride-bed She was daughter Vnto a Gentleman of Millaine no better Prefer'd to serue in the Duke of Millaine's Court Where for her beauty she was greatly fam'd And passing late from thence to Monacho To visit there her Vncle Paul Baglione The Abbot Fortune Queene to such blind matches Presents her to the Dukes eye on the way As he pursues the Deere in short my Lord He saw her lou'd her woo'd her won her match'd her No counsell could diuert him Fer. She is faire Petr. She is and to speake truth I thinke right Noble In her Conditions Fer. If when I should choose Beauty and Vertue were the Fee propos'd I should not passe for parentage Petr. The Duke doth come Fer. Let 's breake off talke if euer now Good Angell of my soule protect my truth Enter Duke Biancha Fiormonda Nibrássa Ferentes Iulia and D'auolos Duke Come my Biancha reuell in mine armes Whiles I wrapt in my admiration view Lillies and Roses growing in thy cheekes Fernando oh thou halfe my selfe no ioy Could make my pleasures full without thy presence I am a Monarch of felicitie Proud in a paire of Iewels rich and beautifull A perfect Friend a Wife aboue compare Fer. Sir if a man so low in ranke may hope By loyall duty and deuoted zeale To hold a Correspondence in friendship With one so mighty as the Duke of Pavy My vttermost ambition is to climbe To those deserts may giue the stile of seruant Duke Of partner in my Dukedome in my heart As freely as the priuilege of blood Hath made them mine Phillippo and Fernando Shall be without distinction Looke Biancha On this good man in all respects to him Be as to me onely the name of husband And reuerent obseruance of our bed Shall differ vs in persons else in soule We are all one Bian. I shall in best of Loue Regard the bosome-partner of my Lord Fior. Ferentes Fere. Madam Fior. You are one loues Courtship He had some change of words 't were no lost labour To stuste your Table-bookes the man speakes wisely Feren. I 'me glad your Highnesse is so pleasant Duke Sister Fior. My Lord and brother Duke You are too silent Quicken your sad remembrance though the losse Of your dead husband be of more account Then slight neglect yet 't is a sinne against The state of Princes to exceed a meane In mourning for the dead Fior. Should forme my Lord Preuaile aboue affection no it cannot You haue your selfe here a right noble Dutchesse Vertuous at least and should your grace now pay Which heauen forbid the debt you owe to Nature I dare presume shee 'd not so soone forget A Prince that thus aduanc'd her Madam could you R. D. Bitter and shrewd Bian. Sister I should too much bewray my weaknesse To giue a resolution on a passion I neuer felt nor fear'd Nibr. A modest answer Fer. If credit may be giuen to a face My Lord I 'le vndertake on her behalfe Her words are trusty Heralds to her mind Fior. Exceeding good the man will vndertake Obserue it Da'uolos R. D. I doe Lady 't is a smooth prayse Duke Friend in thy iudgement I approue thy loue And loue thee better for thy iudging mine Though my gray-headed Senate in the lawes Of strickt opinion and seuere dispute Would tye the limits of our free effects Like superstitious Iewes to match with none But in a tribe of Princes like our selues Grosse nurtur'd slaues who force their wretched soules To crouch to profit nay for trash and wealth Dote on some crooked or mishapen forme Hugging wise Natures lame deformity Begetting creatures vgly as themselues But why should Princes doe so that command The store-house of the earths hid minerals No my Biancha thou art to me as deare As if thy portion had bin Europes riches Since in thine eyes lyes more than these are worth Set on they shall be strangers to my heart That enuy thee thy Fortunes Come Fernando my but divided selfe what we haue done We are onely debtor to heauen for On Fior. Now take thy time or neuer Da'uolos Preuaile and I will raise thee high in grace Exeunt Da'uolos stayes Fernando R. D. Madam I will omit no Art My honour'd Lord Fernando Fer. To me Sir R. D. Let me beseech your Lordship To excuse me in the noblenesse of your wisedome If I exceed good manners I am one my Lord Who in the admiration of your perfect vertues Doe so truly honour and reuerence your deserts That there is not a creature beares life Shall more faithfully study to doe you seruice In all offices of duty and vowes of due respect Fer. Good Sir you bind me to you is this all R. D. I beseech your care a little good my Lord what I Haue to speake concernes your reputation and best fortune Fer How 's that my Reputation lay aside Superfluous Ceremony speake what is 't R. D. I doe repute my selfe The blessed'st man aliue that I shall be the first Giues your Lordship newes of your perpetuall comfort Fer. As how R. D. If singular beauty vnimitable vertues honor youth And absolute goodnesse be a fortune all those are at once Offered to your particular choyce Fer. Without delayes which way R. D. The great and gracious Lady Fiormonda loue you Infinitely loues you But my Lord as euer you tendered A seruant to your pleasures let mee not be reueal'd that I gaue you notice on 't Fer. Sure you are strangely out of tune Sir R. D Please but to speake to her be but Courtly ceremonius With her vse once but the language of affection if I Mis-report ought besides my knowledge let me neuer Haue place in your good opinion oh these women my Lord Are as brittle mettle as your glasses as smooth as slippery Their very first substance was quicke-sands let 'em looke Neuer so demurely one phillip choakes them my Lord Shee loues you I know it But I beseech your Lordship Not to discouer me I would not for the world shee Should know that you know it by me Fer. I vnderstand you and to thanke your care Will studie to requite it and I vow She neuer shall haue notice of your newes By me or by my meanes
composition offered and the Fort entrred there 's no interruption the Duke will be at home to morrow gentle Animal what d' ee resolue Fior. To stirre vp Tragedies as blacke as braue And sending the Lecher panting to his graue Exeunt Enter Biancha her haire about her eares in her night mantle she drawes a Curtaine where Fernando is discouered in bed sleeping she sets downe the Candle before the Bed and goes to the Bed side Bian. Resolue and doe 't is done What are those eyes Which lately were so ouerdrown'd in teares So easie to take rest Oh happy man How sweetly sleepe hath seal'd vp sorrowes here But I will call him What My Lord my Lord My Lord Fernando Fer. Who cals me Bian. My Lord Sleeping or waking Fer. Ha! who is 't Bian. 'T is I Haue you forgot my voyce or is your eare But vsefull to your eye Fer. Madam the Dutchesse Bian. Shee 't is she sit vp Sit vp and wonder whiles my sorrowes swell The nights are short and I haue much to say Fer. Is 't possible 't is you Bian. 'T is possible Why doe you thinke I come Fer. Why to crowne ioyes And make me master of my best desires Bian. 'T is true you guesse aright sit vp and listen With shame and passion now I must confesse Since first mine eyes beheld you in my heart You haue beene onely King if there can be A violence in loue then I haue felt That tyranny be record to my soule The Iustice which I for this folly feare Fernando in short words how e're my tongue Did often chide thy loue each word thou spak'st Was musicke to my eare was neuer poore Poore wretched woman liu'd that lou'd like me So truly so vnfainedly Fer. Oh Madam Bian. To witnesse that I speake is truth looke here Thus singly I aduenture to thy bed And doe confesse my weaknesse if thou tempt'st My bosome to thy pleasures I will yeeld Fer. Perpetuall happinesse Bian. Now heare me out When first Caraffa Pauy's Duke my Lord Saw me he lou'd me and without respect Of dower tooke me to his bed and bosome Aduanc'd me to the titles I possesse Not mou'd by Counsell or remou'd by greatnesse Which to requite betwixt my soule and heauen I vow'd a vow to liue a constant wife I haue done so nor was there in the world A man created could haue broke that truth For all the glories of the earth but thou But thou Fernando Doe I loue thee now Fer. Beyond imagination Bian. True I doe Beyond imagination if no pledge Of loue can instance what I speake is true But losse of my best ioyes here here Fernando Be satisfied and ruine me Fer. What d' ee meane Bian. To giue my body vp to thy embraces A pleasure that I neuer wish'd to thriue in Before this fatall minute marke me now If thou dost spoyle me of this robe of shame By my best comforts here I vow agen To thee to heauen to the world to time E're yet the morning shall new christen day I 'le kill my selfe Fer. How madam how Bian. I will Doe what thou wilt 't is in thy choyce what say yee Fer. Pish doe you come to try me tell me first Will you but grant a kisse Bian. Yes take it that Or what thy heart can wish I am all thine Kisses her Fer. Oh me Come come how many women pray Were euer heard or read of granted loue And did as you protest you will Bian. Fernando Iest not at my calamity I kneele She kneels By these disheauel'd hayres these wretched teares By all that 's good if what I speake my heart Vowes not eternally then thinke my Lord Was neuer man su'd to me I deny'd Thinke me a common and most cunning whore And let my sinnes be written on my graue My name rest in reproofe Doe as you list Fer. I must beleeue ye yet I hope anon When you are parted from me you will say I was a good cold easie-spirited man Nay laugh at my simplicity say will ye Bian. No by the faith I owe my Bridall vowes But euer hold thee much much dearer farre Then all my ioyes on earth by this chast kisse Fer. You haue preuail'd and heauen forbid that I Should by a want on appetite prophane This sacred Temple 't is enough for me You 'll please to call me seruant Bian. Nay be thine Command my power my bosome and I 'le write This loue within the tables of my heart Fer. Enough I 'le master passion and triumph In being conquer'd adding to it this In you my loue as it begun shall end Bian. The latter I new vow but day comes on What now we leaue vnfinish'd of content Each houre shall perfect vp Sweet let 's part Fer. This kisse best life good rest Kisse Bian All mine to thee Remember this and thinke I speake thy words When I am dead rip vp my heart and read With constant eyes what now my tongue defines Fernando's name caru'd out in bloody lines Once more good rest Sweet Fer. Your most faithfull seruant Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter Nibrassa chasing after him Iulia weeping Nib. GEt from me strumpet in famous whore leprosie of my blood make thy moane to Ballad singers and Rimers they 'll Iigge out thy wretchednesse and abominations to new tunes as for me I renounce thee th' art no daughter of mine I disclayme the legitimation of thy birth and Curse the houre of thy Natiuity Iul. Pray Sir vouchsafe me hearing Nib. With child I shame to my graue Oh whoore wretched beyond vtterance or reformation What would'st say Iul. Sir by the honor of my mothers hearse He has protested marriage pledg'd his faith If vowes haue any force I am his wife Nib. His faith Why thou foole thou wickedly credulous foole Canst thou imagine Luxury is obseruant of Religion No no it is with a frequent Lecher as vsuall to for sweare as to sweare their piety is in making idolatry a worship their harts and their tongues are as different as thou thou whorel and a Virgin Iul. You are too violent his truth will proue His constancy and so excuse my fault Nibr. Shamelesse woman this beleefe will damne thee how will thy Lady Marquesse iustly reproue me for preferring to her seruice a monster of so lewd and impudent a life Looke too 't if thy smooth diuell leaue thee to thy infamy I will neuer pitty thy mortall pangs neuer lodge thee vnder my roofe neuer owne thee for my childe mercy bee my witnesse Enter Petruchio leading Colona Petr. Hide not thy folly by vnwise excuse Thou art vndone Colona no entreaties No warning no perswasion could put off The habit of thy dotage on that man Of much deceit Ferentes would thine eyes Had seene me in my graue e're I had knowne The staine of this thine honour Col. Good my Lord Reclaime your incredulitie my fault Proceeds from lawfull composition Of Wedlocke he hath seal'd his oath to mine To be my husband Nibr. Husband
Mentz with rare conceit euen on a sudden Perform'd by Knights and Ladies of his Court In nature of an Anticke which me thought For that I ne're before saw women Anticks Was for the newnesse strange and much commended Bian. Now good my Lord Fernando further this In any wise it cannot but content Fior. If she intreat 't is ten to one the man Is won before hand Duke Friend thou honour'st me But can it be so speedily perform'd Fer. I 'le vndertake it if the Ladies please To exercise in person onely that And we must haue a Foole or such an one As can with Art well act him Fior. I shall fit yee I haue a naturall Fer. Best of all Madam then nothing wants You must make one Ferentes Feren. With my best seruice and dexterity my Lord Petr. This fals out happily Nibrassa Nib. We could not wish it better Heauen is an vnbrib'd Iustice Duke Wee 'll meet our Vncle in a solemne grace Of zealous presence as becomes the Church See all the Quire be ready D'auolos R. D. I haue already made your Highnesse pleasure known to them Bian Your lip my Lord Fer. Madam Bian. Perhaps your teeth haue bled wip't with my handkercher giue me I 'le doo 't my selfe Speake shall I steale a kisse beleeue me my Lord I long Fer. Not for the world Fior. Apparant impudence R. D. Beshrew my heart but that 's not so good Duke Ha what 's that thou mislik'st D'auolos R. D. Nothing my Lord but I was hammering a conceit of mine own which cannot I find in so short a time thriue as a dayes practise Fior. Well put off Secretary Duke We are too sad me thinkes the life of mirth Should still be fed where we are Where 's Maurucio Feren And 't please your Highnesse hee 's of late growne so affectionately inward with my Lady Marquesses Foole that I presume he is confident there are few wise men worthy of his society who are not as innocently harmelesse as that creature it is almost impossible to seperate them and 't is a question which of the two is the wiser man Duke Would a were here I haue a kind of dulnesse Hangs on me since my hunting that I feele As 't were a disposition to be sicke my head is euer aking R. D. A shrewd ominous token I like not that neither Duke Againe what is 't you like not R. D. I beseech your Highnesse excuse me I am so busie with his friuolous proiect and can bring it to no shape that it almost confounds my capacity Bian. My Lord you were best to try a set at Maw I and your friend to passe away the time Will vndertake your Highnesse and your sister Duke The game 's too tedious Fior. 'T is a peeuish play Your Knaue will heaue the Queene out or your King Besides 't is all on fortune Enter Maurucio Roseilli like a foole and Giacopo Mau. Blesse thee most excellent Duke I here present thee as worthy and learned a Gentleman as euer I and yet I haue liued threescore yeares conuers'd with take it from me I haue try'd him and is worthy to be priuy-Counsayler to the greatest Turke in Christendome of a most apparant and deep vnderstanding slow of speech but speaks to the purpose Come forward Sir and appeare before his Highnesse in your owne proper Elements Ros. Will tye to da new toate sure la now Gia. A very senselesse Gentleman and please your Highnesse one that has a great deale of little wit as they say Mau. Oh Sir had you heard him as I did deliuer whole histories in the Tangay tongue you would sweare there were not such a linguist breath'd againe and did I but perfectly vnderstand his language I would be confident in lesse then two houres to distinguish the meaning of Bird Beast or Fish naturally as I my selfe speake Italian my Lord Well he has rare qualities Duke Now prethe question him Maurucio Mau. I will my Lord Tell me rare scholler which in thy opinion Doth cause the strongest breath garlick or onyon Gia. Answer him brother foole doe doe speak thy mind chucke doe Ros. Haue bid seen all da fyne knack and d' ee Naghtye tat-tle of da knaue dad la haue so Duke We vnderstand him not Mau. Admirable I protest Duke marke oh Duke mark What did I aske him Giacopo Gia. Which caused the strongest breath garlicke or onyons I take it Sir Mau. Right right by Hellicon and his answer is that a knaue has a stronger breath then any of 'em wisedome or I am an Asse in the highest a direct Figure put it downe Giacopo Duke How happy is that Ideot whose ambition Is but to eat and sleepe and shun the rod Men that haue more of wit and vse it ill Are fooles in proofe Bian. True my Lord there 's many Who thinke themselues most wise that are most fooles R. D. Bitter girds if all were knowne but Duke But what speake out plague on your muttering Grumbling I heare you Sir what is 't R. D. Nothing I protest to your Highnesse pertinent to any moment Duke Wel Sir remember Friend you promis'd study I am not well in temper come Biancha Attend our friend Ferentes exeunt manent Fer. Ros. Feren. et Mau. Fer. Ferentes take Maurucio in with you He must be one in action Feren. Come my Lord I shall intreat your helpe Fer. I 'le stay the Foole And follow instantly Mau. Yes pray my Lord Exeunt Feren. et Mau. Fer How thriue your hopes now Couzen Ros. Are we safe Then let me cast my selfe beneath thy foot True vertuous Lord Know then Sir her proud heart Is onely fix'd on you in such extremes Of violence and passion that I feare Or shee 'll enioy you or shee 'll ruine you Fer. Me Cooze by all the ioyes I wish to taste Shee is as farre beneath thy thought as I In soule aboue her malice Ros. I obseru'd Euen now a kind of dangerous pretence In an vn-ioynted phrase from D'auolos I know not hir intent but this I know He has a working braine is minister To all my Ladies counsels and my Lord Pray heauen there haue not any thing befalne Within the knowledge of his subtill Art To doe you mischife Fer. Pish should he or hell Affront me in the passage of my fate I 'de crush them into Atomies Ros. I doe admit you could meane time my Lord Be nearest to your selfe what I can learne You shall be soone inform'd of here is all We fooles can catch the wise in to vnknot By priuilege of coxcombes what they plot Exeunt Enter Duke and D'auolos Duke Thou art a Traytor doe not thinke the glosse Of smooth euasion by your cunning iests And coynage of your polliticians braine Shall jig me off I 'le know 't I vow I will Did not I note your darke abrupted ends Of words halfe spoke your wel's if all were knowne Your short I like not that your girds and Buts Yes Sir I did such broken
stile Of Dutchesse I had rather change my life With any waiting-woman in the land To purchase one nights rest with thee Fernando Then be Caraffa's Spouse a thousand yeares Fior. Treason to wedlocke this would make you sweat Fer. Lady of all what I am as before To suruiue you or I will see you first Or widowed or buried if the last By all the comfort I can wish to tast By your faire eyes that sepulcher that holds Your Coffin shall encoffin me aliue I signe it with this seale Kisses her Fior. Ignoble strumpet Bian. You shall not sweare take off that oath againe Or thus I will inforce it Shee kisses him Fer. Vse that force And make me periur'd for whiles your lips Are made the booke it is a sport to sweare And glory to forsweare Fior. Here 's fast and loose Which for a Ducat now the game 's on foot Whiles they are kissing Enter Duke with his sword drawne D'auolos in like manner Petruchio Nibrassa and a Guard Colona within Helpe helpe Madam you are betrayed Madam helpe helpe R. D. Is there confidence in credit now Sir beleefe in your owne eyes doe you see doe you see Sir Can you behold it without lightning Col. within Helpe Madam helpe Fer. What noyse is that I heard one cry Duke Ha! did you know you who I am Fer. Yes Th' art Pauy's Duke Drest like a hangman see I am vnarm'd Yet doe not feare thee tho the Coward doubt Of what I could haue done hath made thee steale Th' aduantage of this time yet Duke I dare Thy worst for murder sits vpon thy cheekes Too 't man Duke I am too angry in my rage To scourge thee vnprouided take him hence Away with him They take hold on him Fer. Vn-hand me R. D. You must goe Sir Fer. Duke doe not shame thy manhood to lay hands On that most innocent Lady Duke Yet againe Confine him to his Chamber Exit D'a et guard with I'er Leaue vs all None stay not one shut vp the dores Exeunt omnes but Du. et Bia Fio. Now shew thy self my brother braue Caraffa Duke Woman stand forth before me wretched whore What canst thou hope for Bian. Death I wish no lesse You told me you had dreamt and gentle Duke Vnlesse you be mistooke you are now awak'd Duke Strumpet I am and in my hand hold vp The edge that must vncut thy twist of life Dost thou not shake Bian. For what to see a weake Faint trembling arme aduance a leaden blade Alas good man put vp put vp thine eyes Are likelier much to weepe then armes to strike What wud you doe now pray Duke What! shamelesse harlot Rip vp the Cradle of thy cursed wombe In which the mixture of that Traytors lust Impostumes for a birth of Bastardy Yet come and if thou think'st thou canst deserue One mite of mercy e're the boundlesse spleene Of just-consuming wrath ore-swell my reason Tell me bad woman tell me what could moue Thy heart to craue variety of youth Bian. I tell yee if you needs would be resolu'd I held Fernando much the properer man Duke Shamelesse intolerable whoore Bian. What ayles you Can you imagine Sir the name of Duke Could make a crooked leg a scambling foot A tolerable face a wearish hand A bloodlesse lip or such an vntrimm'd beard As yours fit for a Ladies pleasure no I wonder you could thinke 't were possible When I had once but look'd on your Fernando I euer could loue you againe Fye fie Now by my life I thought that long agoe Y' had knowne it and beene glad you had a friend Your wife did thinke so well of Duke O my starres Here 's impudence aboue all history Why thou detested Reprobate in vertue Durst thou without a blush before mine eyes Speake such immodest language Bian. Dare yes faith You see I dare I know what you would say now You would faine tell me how exceeding much I am beholding to you that vouchsaf'd Me from a simple Gentlewomans place The honour of your bed 't is true you did But why 't was but because you thought I had A sparke of beauty more then you had seene To answer this my reason is the like The selfe same appetite which led you on To marry me led me to loue your friend O hee 's a gallant man if euer yet Mine eyes beheld a miracle compos'd Of flesh and blood Fernando has my voyce I must confesse my Lord that for a Prince Handsome enough you are and no more But to compare your selfe with him trust me You are too much in fault shall I aduise you Harke in your eare thanke heauen he was so slow As not to wrong your sheets for as I liue The fault was his not mine Fior. Take this take all Duke Excellent excellent the pangs of death are musick Forgiue me my good Genius I had thought to this I matcht a woman but I find she is A diuell worser then the worst in hell Nay nay since we are in ee'ne come say on I marke you to a sillable you say The fault was his not yours why vertuous Mistresse Can you imagine you haue so much art Which may perswade me you and your close marke-man Did not a little trafficke in my right Bian. Looke what I said 't is true For know it now I must confesse I mist no meanes no time To winne him to my bosome but so much So holily with such Religion He kept the lawes of friendship that my sute Was held but in comparison a iest Nor did I ofter vrge the violence Of my affection but as oft he vrg'd The sacred vowes of faith 'twixt friend and friend Yet be assured my Lord if euer language Of cunning seruile flatteries intreaties Or what in me is could procure his loue I would not blush to speake it Duke Such another As thou art miserable Creature would Sinke the whole sexe of women yet confesse What witch-craft vs'd the wretch to charme the arc Of the once spotlesse temple of thy mind For without witch-craft it could ne're be done Bian. Phew and you be in these tunes Sir I 'le leaue You know the best and worst and all Duke Nay then Thou tempt'st me to thy ruine come blacke angell Faire diuell in thy prayers reckon vp The summe in grosse of all thy vayned follies There amongst other weepe in teares of blood For one aboue the rest Adultery Adultery Biancha such a guilt As were the sluces of thine eyes let vp Teares cannot wash it off 't is not the tyde Of triuiall wontonnesse from youth to youth But thy abusing of thy lawfull bed Thy husbands bed his in whose brest thou sleep'st His that did prize thee more then all the trash Which hoarding worldlings make an Idoll of When thou shalt find the Catalogue enrold Of thy mis-deeds there shall be writ in Text Thy bastarding the issues of a Prince Now turne thine eyes into thy houering soule And doe not hope for life would
Angels sing A requiem at my hearse but to dispense With my Reuenge on thee 't were all in vaine Prepare to dye Bian. I doe and to the point Of thy sharpe sword with open brest I 'le runne Halfe way thus naked doe not shrinke Caraffa This dants not me but in the latter act Of thy Reuenge 't is all the sute I aske At my last gaspe to spare thy noble friend For life to me without him were a death Duk. Not this I 'le none of this 't is not so fit casts away his sword Why should I kill her she may liue and change Or Fior. Dost thou halt faint Coward dost thou wish To blemish all thy glorious Ancestors Is this thy Courage Duke Ha I say you so too Giue me thy hand Biancha Bian. Here Duke Farewell Thus goe in euerlasting sleepe to dwell draws his ponyard and stabs her Here 's blood for lust sacrifice for wrong Bian. 'T is brauely done thou hast strucke home at once Liue to repent too late Commend my loue To thy true friend my loue to him that owes it Ny Tragedy to thee my hart to to Fernand oo oh dies Duke Sister she 's dead Fior. Then whiles thy rage is warme Pursue the canser of her trespasses Duke Good takes vp his sword exits I le slake no time whiles I am hot in blood Fior. Here 's royall vengeance this becomes the state Of his disgrace and my vnbounded fate recedot Fior. Enter Fernando Nibrassa Petruchio Petr. May we giue credit to your words my Lord Speake on your honour Fer. Let me dye accurst If euer through the progresse of my life I did as much as reape the benefit Of any fauour from her saue a kisse A better woman neuer blest the earth Nibr. Be shrew my heart young Lord but I beleeue thee Alas kind Lady 't is a Lordship to a dozen of poynts But the jealous mad man will in his fury Offer her some violence Petr. If it be thus 't were fit you rather kept A guard about you for your owne defence Then to be guarded for security Of his Reuenge he 's extreamely mou'd Nibr. Passion of my body my Lord if 'a come in his odde fits to you in the case you are 'a might cut your throat e're you could prouide a weapon of defence nay rather then it shal be so hold take my sword in your hand 't is none of the sprusest but 't is a tough fox wil not faile his master Come what wil come take it I 'le answer 't I in the meane time Petruchio and I wil back to the Dutchesse lodging he giues Fer. his sword Petr. Well thought on and in despight of all his rage Rescue the vertuous Lady Nibr. Looke to your selfe my Lord the Duke comes Enter Duke his Sword in one hand and in the other a bloody Dagger Duke Stand and behold thy executioner Thou glorious Traytor I will keepe no forme Of Ceremonius law to try thy guilt Looke here 't is written on my ponyards point The bloody euidence of thy vntruth Wherein thy Conscience and the wrathfull rod Of heauens scourge for lust at once giue vp The verdict of thy crying villanies I see th' art arm'd prepare I craue no odds Greater then is the iustice of my cause Fight or I 'le kill thee Fer. Duke I feare thee not But first I charge thee as thou art a Prince Tell me how hast thou vs'd thy Dutchesse Duke How To adde affliction to thy trembling ghost Looke on my daggers crimson dye and iudge Fer. Not dead Duke Not dead yes by my Honor's truth why foole Dost thinke I 'le hug my iniuries no Traytor I 'le mixe your soules together in your deaths As you did both your bodies in her life Haue at thee Fer. Stay I yeeld my weapon vp he lets fall his weapon Here here 's my bosome as thou art a Duke Dost honour goodnesse if the chast Biancha Be murther'd murther me Duke Faint hearted Coward Art thou so poore in spirit Rise and fight Or by the glories of my home and name I 'le kill thee basely Fer. Doe but heare me first Vnfortunate Caraffa thou hast butcher'd An Innocent a wife as free from lust As any termes of Art can Deifie Duke Pish this is stale dissimulation I 'le heare no more Fer. If euer I vnshrin'd The Altar of her purity or tasted More of her loue then what without controule Or blame a brother from a sister might Racke me to Atomies I must confesse I haue too much abus'd thee did exceed In lawlesse Courtship 't is too true I did But by the honour which I owe to goodnesse For any actuall folly I am free Duke 'T is false as much in death for thee she spake Fer. By yonder starry roofe 't is true O Duke Couldst thou reare vp another world like this Another like to that and more or more Herein thou art most wretched all the wealth Of all those worlds could not redeeme the losse Of such a spotlesse wife glorious Biancha Reigne in the triumph of thy martyrdome Earth was vnworthy of thee Nib. et Petr. Now on our liues we both beleeue him Duke Fernando dar'st thou sweare vpon my sword To iustifie thy words Fer. I dare looke here Kisses the Sword 'T is not the feare of death doth prompt my tongue For I would wish to dye and thou shalt know Poore miserable Duke since she is dead I 'le hold all life a hell Duke Biancha chast Fer. As vertues selfe is good Duke Chast chast and kild by me to her Offers to stabbe himselfe and is stayed by Fer. I offer vp this remnant of my Fer. Hold Be gentler to thy selfe Petr. Alas my Lord this is a wise mans carriage Duke Whither now Shall I run from the day where neuer man Nor eye nor eye of heauen may see a dogge So hatefull as I am Biancha chaste Had not the furie of some hellish rage Blinded all reasons sight I might haue seene Her clearenesse in her confidence to dye your leaue Kneeles downe holds vp his hands speakes a little and riseth T is done come friend now for her loue Her loue that praisd thee in the pangs of death I le hold thee deere Lords do not care for me Enter D'aualos I am too wise to dye yet oh Biancha R. D. The Lord Abbot of Monacho sir is in his return from Rome lodg'd last night late in the Citie very priuately and hearing the report of your journey onely intends to visite your Dutchesse to morrow Duke Slaue torture me no more note him my Lords If you would choose a diuell in the shape Of man an Arch-arch-diuell there stands one Wee le meete our Vnckle order straight Petruchio Our Dutchesse may be coffin'd 't is our will She forth with be interr'd with all the speed And priuacy you may 'i th' Colledge Church Amongst Caraffa's ancient monuments Some three daies hence wee 'le keepe her funerall Damn'd villaine bloody villaine oh