THE NOBLE SOVLDIER OR A CONTRACT BROKEN JUSTLY REVENG'D A TRAGEDY Written by S. R. Non est Lex Iustior Vlla Quam Nescis Artifices Arte perire Sua LONDON Printed for Nicholas Vavasour and are to be sold at his shop in the Temple neere the Church 1634 The PRINTER to the READER VNderstanding Reader I present this to your view which has received applause in Action The Poet might conceive a compleat satisfaction upon the Stages approbation But the Printer rests not there knowing that that which was acted and approved upon the Stage might bee no lesse acceptable in Print It is now communicated to you whose leisure and knowledge admits of reading and reason Your Iudgement now this Posthumus assures himselfe will well attest his predecessors endevours to give content to men of the ablest quality such as intelligent readers are here conceived to be I could have troubled you with a longer Epistle but I feare to stay you from the booke which affords better words and matter than I can So the work modestly depending in the skale of your Iudgement the Printer for his part craves your pardon hoping by his promptnesse to doe you greater service as conveniency shall enable him to give you more or better testimony of his entirenesse towards you N V. Drammatis Personae KIng of Spaine Cardinall Duke of Medina Dons of Spayne Marquesse Daeania Alba Roderigo Valasce Lopez Queene A Florentine Onelia Neece to Medina the Contracted Lady Sebastian Her Sonne Malateste A Florentine Baltazar The Souldier A Poet Cockadillio A foolish Courtier A Fryer THE NOBLE SPANISH SOVLDIER Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter in Magnificent state to the sound of lowd musicke the King and Queene as from Church attended by the Cardinall Count Malateste Daenia Roderigo Valasco Alba Carlo and some waiting Ladies The King and Queene with Courtly Complements salute and part she with one halfe attending her King Cardinall and th' other halfe stay the King seeming angry and desirous to be rid of them too King Cardinall Daenia c. K. GIve us what no man here is master of Breath leave us pray my father Cardinall Can by the Physicke of Philosophy et al agen in order Leave us pray exeunt Car. How is it with you Sir Kin. As with a Shippe Now beat with stormes now safe the stormes are vanisht And having you my Pylot I not onely See shore but harbour I to you will open The booke of a blacke sinne deepe-printed in me Oh father my disease lyes in my soule Card. The old wound Sir Kin. Yes that it festers inward For though I have a beauty to my bed That even Creation envies at as wanting Stuffe to make such another yet on her pillow I lye by her but an Adulterer And she as an Adulteresse Shee 's my Queene And wife yet but my strumpet tho the Church Set on the seale of Mariage good Onaelia Neece to our Lord high Constable of Spaine Was precontracted mine Card. Yet when I stung Your Conscience with remembrance of the Act Your eares were deafe to counsell Kin. I confesse it Car. Now to unty the knot with your new Queene Would shake your Crowne halfe from your head Kin, Even Troy Tho she hath wept her eyes out wud find teares To wayle my kingdomes ruines Car. What will you doe then Kin. She has that Contract written seal'd by you And other Churchmen witnesses untoo 't A kingdome should be given for that paper Card. I wud not for what lyes beneath the Moone Be made a wicked Engine to breake in pieces That holy Contract Kin. 'T is my soules ayme to tye it Vpon a faster knot Car. I doe not see How you can with safe conscience get it from her Kin. Oh! I know I wrastle with a Lyonesse to imprison her And force her too 't I dare not death what King Did ever say I dare not I must have it A Bastard have I by her and that Cocke Will have I feare sharpe spurres if he crow after Him that trod for him something must be done Both to the Henne and Chicken haste you therefore To sad Onaelia tell her I 'me resolv'd To give my new Hawke bells and let her flye My Queene I 'me weary of and her will marry To this our Text adde you what glosse you please The secret drifts of Kings are depthlesse Seas Exeunt A Table set out cover'd with blacke two waxen Tapers the Kings Picture at one end a crucifix at the other Onaelia walking discontentedly weeping to the Crucifix her Mayd with her to them Cornego Song Quest. Oh sorrow sorrow say where dost thou dwell Answ. In the lowest roome of Hell Quest. Art thou borne of Humane Race Answ. No no I have a furier face Quest. Art thou in City Towne or Court Answ. I to every place resort Quest. Oh why into the world is sorrow sent Answ. Men afflicted best repent Quest. What dost thou feed on Answ. Broken sleepe Quest. What tak'st thou pleasure in Answ. To weepe To sigh to sob to pine to groane To wring my hands to sit alone Quest. Oh when oh when shall sorrow quiet have Answ. Never never never never Never till she finds a Grave Enter Cornego Corn. No lesson Madam but Lacrymae's if you had buried nine husbands so much water as you might squeeze out of an Onyon had beene teares enow to cast away upon fellowes that cannot thanke you come be Ioviall Onae. Sorrow becomes me best Corn. A suit of laugh and lye downe would weare better Onae. What should I doe to be merry Cornego Corn. Be not sad Ona. But what 's the best mirth in the world Corn. Marry this to see much say little doe little get little spend little and want nothing Onae. Oh but there is a mirth beyond all these This Picture has so vex'd me I 'me halfe mad To spite it therefore I 'le sing any song Thy selfe shalt tune say then what mirth is best Corn. Why then Madam what I knocke out now is the very Maribone of mirth and this it is Onae. Say on Corn. The best mirth for a Lawyer is to have fooles to his Clients for Citizens to have Noblemen pay their debts for Taylors to have store of Sattin brought in for then how little soere their houses are they 'll bee sure to have large yards the best mirth for bawds is to have fresh handsome whores and for whores to have rich guls come aboard their pinnaces for then they are sure to build Gally-Asles Onae. These to such soules are mirth but to mine none Away Exit Enter Cardinall Car. Peace to you Lady Onae. I will not sinne so much as hope for peace And t is a mocke ill suits your gravity Car. I come to knit the nerves of your lost strength To build your ruines up to set you free From this your voluntary banishment And give new being to your murdred same Onae. What Aeseulapius can doe this Car. The King t is from the
King I come Onae. A name I hate Oh I am deafe now to your Embassie Car. Heare what I speake Onae. Your language breath'd from him Is deaths sad doome upon a wretch condemn'd Car. Is it such poyson Onae. Yes and were you christall What the King fills you with wud make you breake You should my Lord be like these robes you we are Pure as the Dye and like that reverend shape Nurse thoughts as full of honour zeale and purity You should be the Court-Diall and direct The King with constant motion be ever beating Like to Clocke-Hammers on his Iron heart To make it sound cleere and to feele remorse You should unlocke his soule wake his dead conscience Which like a drowsie Centinell gives leave For sinnes vast army to beleaguer him His ruines will be ask'd for at your hands Car. I have rais'd up a scaffolding to save Both him and you from falling doe but heare me Onae. Be dumbe for ever Car. Let your feares thus dye By all the sacred relliques of the Church And by my holy Orders what I minister Is even the spirit of health Onae. I 'le drinke it downe into my soule at once Car. You shall Onae. But sweare Car. What Conjurations can more bind mine oath Onae. But did you sweare in earnest Car. Come you trifle Onae. No marvell for my hopes have bin so drown'd I still despaire Say on Car. The King repents Onae. Pray that agen my Lord Car. The King repents Onae. His wrongs to me Car. His wrongs to you the sense Of sinne has pierc'd his soule Onae. Blest penitence Car. Has turnd his joyes into his leprous bosome And like a King vowes execution On all his traiterous passions Onae. God-like Iustice Car. Intends in person presently to begge Forgivenesse for his Acts of heaven and you Onae. Heaven pardon him I shall Car. Will marry you Onae. Vmh marry me will he turne Bigamist When when Car. Before the morrow Sunne hath rode Halfe his dayes journey will send home his Queene As one that staines his bed and can produce Nothing but bastard Issue to his Crowne Why how now lost in wonder and amazement Onae. I am so stor'd with joy that I can now Strongly weare out more yeares of misery Then I have liv'd Enter King Car. You need not here 's the King Kin. Leave us Exit Card. Onae. With pardon Sir I will prevent you And charge upon you first Kin. 'T is granted doe But stay what meane these Embleames of distresse My Picture so defac'd oppos'd against A holy Crosse roome hung in blacke and you Drest like chiefe Mourner at a Funerall Onae. Looke backe upon your guilt deare Sir and then The cause that now seemes strange explaines it selfe This and the Image of my living wrongs Is still confronted by me to beget Griefe like my shame whose length may outlive Time This Crosse the object of my wounded soule To which I pray to keepe me from despaire That ever as the sight of one throwes up Mountaines of sorrowes on my accursed head Turning to that Mercy may checke despaire And bind my hands from wilfull violence Kin. But who hath plaid the Tyrant with me thus And with such dangerous spite abus'd my picture Onae. The guilt of that layes claime Sir to your selfe For being by you ransack'd of all my fame Rob'd of mine honour and deare chastity Made by you act the shame of all my house The hate of good men and the scorne of bad The song of Broome-men and the murdering vulgar And left alone to beare up all these ills By you begun my brest was fill'd with fire And wrap'd in just disdaine and like a woman On that dumb picture wreak'd I my passions Kin. And wish'd it had beene I Onae. Pardon me Sir My wrongs were great and my revenge swell'd high Kin. I will descend and cease to be a King To leave my judging part freely confessing Thou canst not give thy wrongs too ill a name And here to make thy apprehension full And seat thy reason in a sound beleefe I vow to morrow e're the rising Sunne Begin his journey with all Ceremonies Due to the Church to seale our nuptials To prive thy sonne with full consent of State Spaines heire Apparant borne in wedlocke vowes Onae. And will you sweare to this Kin. By this I sweare Ona. Oh you have sworne false oathes upon that booke Kin. Why then by this Onae. Take heed you print it deeply How for your Concubine Bride I cannot say She staines your bed with blacke Adultery And though her fame maskes in a fairer shape Then mine to the worlds eye yet King you know Mine honour is lesse strumpetted than hers How-ever butcher'd in opinion Kin. This way for her the Contract which thou hast By best advice of all our Cardinals To day shall be enlarg'd till it be made Past all dissolving then to our Counsell-Table Shall she be call'd that read aloud she told The Church commands her quicke returne for Florence With such a dower as Spaine received with her And that they will not hazard heavens dire curse To yeeld to a match unlawfull which shall taint The issue of the King with Bastardy This done in state Majesticke come you forth Our new crown'd Queene in sight of all our Peeres Are you resolv'd Onae. To doubt of this were Treason Because the King has sworne it Kin. And will keepe it Deliver up the Contract then that I May make this day end with thy misery Onae. Here as the dearest Iewell of my fame Lock'd I this parchment from all viewing eyes This your Indenture held alone the life Of my suppos'd dead honour yet behold Into your hands I redeliver it Oh keepe it Sir as you should keepe that vow To which being sign'd by heaven even Angels bowe Kin. T is in the Lions paw and who dares snatch it Now to your Beads and Crucifix agen Onae. Defend me heaven Kin. Pray there may come Embassadors from France Their followers are good Customers Onae. Save me from madnesse Kin. 'T will raise the price being the Kings Mistris Onae. You doe but counterfeit to mocke my joyes Kin. Away bold strumpet Onae. Are there eyes in heaven to see this Kin. Call and try here 's a whores curse To fall in that beleefe which her sinnes nurse Exit Enter Cornego Cor. How now what quarter of the Moone has she cut out now my Lord puts me into a wise office to be a mad womans keeper why madam Onae. Ha! where is the King thou slave Cor. Let go your hold or I 'le fall upon you as I am a man Onae. Thou treacherous caitiffe where 's the King Cor. Hee 's gone but not so farre gone as you are Onae. Cracke all in sunder oh you Battlements And grind me into powder Cor. What powder come what powder when did you ever see a woman grinded into powder I am sure some of your sex powder men and pepper 'em too Onae. Is there a vengeance
Yet lacking to my ruine let it fall Now let it fall upon me Cor. No there has too much falne upon you already Onae. Thou villaine leave thy hold I 'le follow him Like a rais'd ghost I 'le haunt him breake his sleepe Fright him as hee 's embracing his new Leman Till want of rest bids him runne mad and dye For making oathes Bawds to his perjury Cor. Pray be more season'd if he made any Bawds he did ill for there is enough of that flye-blowne flesh already Onae. I 'me now left naked quite All 's gone all all Cor. No Madam not all for you cannot be rid of mee Here comes your Vncle Enter Medina Onae. Attir'd in robes of vengeance Are you Vncle Med. More horrors yet Onae. T was never full till now And in this torrent all my hopes lye drown'd Med. Instruct me in the cause Onae. The King the Contract Exit Cor. There 's cud enough for you to chew upon Exit Med. What 's this a riddle how the King the Contract The mischiefe I divine which proving true Shall kindle fires in Spaine to melt his Crowne Even from his head here 's the decree of Fate A blacke deed must a blacke deed expiate Exit Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Baltazar slighted by Dons Bal. THou god of good Apparell what strange fellowes Are bound to doe thee honour Mercers books Shew mens devotions to thee heaven cannot hold A Saint so stately Doe not my Dons know me Because I 'me poore in clothes stood my beaten Taylor Playting my rich hose my silke stocking-man Drawing upon my Lordships Courtly calfe Payres of Imbroydred things whose golden clockes Strike deeper to the faithfull shop-keepers heart Than into mine to pay him Had my Barbour Perfum'd my louzy thatch here and poak'd out Me Tuskes more stiffe than are a Cats muschatoes These pide-wing'd Butterflyes had knowne me then Another flye-boat Save thee Illustrious Don Enter Don Roderigo Sir is the King at leisure to speake Spanish With a poore Sculdier Ro. No Exit Bal. No sirrah you no! You Don with th' oaker face I wish to ha thee But on a Breach stifling with smoke and fire And for thy No but whiffing Gunpowder Out of an Iron pipe I woo'd but aske thee If thou wood'st on and if thou didst cry No Thou shudst read Canon-Law I 'de make thee roare And weare cut-beaten-sattyn I woo'd pay thee Though thou payst not thy Mercer meere Spanish Iennets Enter Cockadillio Signeor is the King at leisure Cock To doe what Balt. To heare a Souldier speake Cock I am no eare-picker To sound his hearing that way Bal. Are you of Court Sir Cock Yes the Kings Barber Bal. That 's his eare-picker your name I pray Cock Don Cockadilio If Souldier thou hast suits to begge at Court I shall descend so low as to betray Thy paper to the hand Royall Bal. I begge you whorson muscod my petition Is written on my bosome in red wounds Cock I am no Barbar-Surgeon Exit Bal. You yellow hammer why shaver That such poore things as these onely made up Of Taylors shreds and Merchants silken rags And Pothecary drugs to lend their breath Sophisticated smells when their ranke guts Stinke worse than cowards in the heat of battaile Such whalebond-doublet-rascals that owe more To Landresses and Sempsters for laced Linnen Then all their race from their great grand-father To this their reigne in clothes were ever worth These excrements of Silke-wormes oh that such flyes Doe buzze about the beames of Majesty Like earwigs tickling a Kings yeelding eare With that Court-Organ Flattery when a souldier Must not come neere the Court gates twenty score But stand for want of clothes tho he win Townes Amongst the Almesbasket-men his best reward Being scorn'd to be a fellow to the blacke gard Why shud a Souldier being the worlds right arme Be cut thus by the left a Courtier Is the world all Ruffe and Feather and nothing else shall I never see a Taylor give his coat with a difference from a Gentleman Enter King Alanzo Carle Cockadilio Kin. My Baltazar Let us make haste to meet thee how art thou alter'd Doe you not know him Alanz. Yes Sir the brave Souldier Employed against the Moores Kin. Halfe turn'd Moore I 'le honour thee reach him a chaire that Table And now Aenaeas-like let thine owne Trumpet Sound forth thy battell with those slavish Moores Bal. My musicke is a Canon a pitcht field my stage Furies the Actors blood and vengeance the scaene death the story a sword imbrued with blood the pen that writes and the Poet a terrible buskind Tragicall fellow with a wreath about his head of burning match instead of Bayes Kin. On to the Battaile Bal. 'T is here without bloud-shed This our maine Battalia that the Van this the Vaw these the wings here we fight there they flye here they insconce and here our sconces lay 17 Moones on the cold earth Kin. This satisfies mine eye but now mine eare Must have his musicke too describe the battaile Bal. The Battaile Am I come from doing to talking The hardest part for a Souldier to play is to prate well our Tongues are Fifes Drums Petronels Muskets Culverin and Canon these are our Roarers the Clockes which wee goe by are our hands thus wee reckon tenne our swords strike eleven and when steele targets of proofe clatter one against another then 't is noone that 's the height and the heat of the day of battaile Kin. So Bal. To that heat we came our Drums beat Pikes were shaken and shiver'd swords and Targets clash'd and clatter'd Muskets ratled Canons roar'd men dyed groaning brave laced Ierkings and Feathers looked pale totter'd rascals fought pell mell here fell a wing there heads were lost like foot-balls legs and armes quarrell'd in the ayre and yet lay quietly on the earth horses trampled upon heaps of Carkafles Troopes of Carbines tumbled wounded from their horses we besiege Moores and famine us Mutinies bluster and are calme I vow'd not to doff mine Armour tho my flesh were frozen too 't and turn'd into Iron nor to cut head nor beard till they yeelded my hayres and oath are of one length for with Caesar thus write I mine owne story Veni vidi vici Kin. A pitch'd field quickly fought our hand is thine And 'cause thou shalt not murmure that thy bloud Was lavish'd forth for an ingratefull man Demand what we can give thee and 't is thine Bal. Onely your love Kin. 'T is thine rise Souldiers best accord When wounds of wrongs are heal'd up by the sword Onaelia beats at the doore Onae. Let me come in I 'le kill that treacherous King The murderer of mine honour let me come in Kin. What womans voyce is that Omnes Medina's Neece Kin. Bar out that fiend Onae. I 'le teare him with my nayles Let me come in let me come in helpe helpe me Kin. Keepe her from following me a gard Alanz. They are ready Sir Kin. Let a
Seb. Vncle I sweare too Med. Our forces let 's unite be bold and secret And Lion-like with open eyes let 's sleepe Streames smooth and slowly running are most deepe Exeunt Enter King Queene Malateste Valaseo Lopez Kin. The Presence doore be guarded let none enter On forfeit of your lives without our knowledge Oh you are false Physitians all unto me You bring me poyson but no Antidotes Quee. Your selfe that poyson brewes Kin. Prethe no more Quee. I will I must speake more Kin. Thunder aloud Quee. My child yet newly quickned in my wombe Is blasted with the fires of Bastardy Kin. Who who dares once but thinke so in his dreame Mal. Medina's faction preach'd it openly Kin. Be curst he and his Faction oh how I labour For these preventions but so crosse is Fate My ills are ne're hid from me but their Cures What 's to be done Quee. That which being left undone Your life lyes at the stake let 'em be breathlesse Both brat and mother Kin. Ha! Mal. She playes true Musicke Sir The mischiefes you are drench'd in are so full You need not feare to adde to 'em since now No way is left to guard thy rest secure But by a meanes like this Lop. All Spaine rings forth Medina's ruine and his Confederates Rod. All his All yes and friends rush into troopes Like raging Torrents Val. And lowd Trumpet forth Your perjuries seducing the wild people And with rebellious faces threatning all Kin. I shall be massacred in this their spleene E're I have time to guard my selfe I feele The fire already falling where 's our guard Mal Planted at Garden gate with a strict charge That none shall enter but by your command Kin. Let 'em be doubled I am full of thoughts A thousand wheeles tosse my incertaine feares There is a storme in my hot boyling braines Which rises without wind a horrid one What clamor 's that Quee. Some treason guard the King Enter Baltazar drawne one of the Guard fals Bal. Not in Mal. One of your guard 's slaine keepe off the murderer Bal. I am none Sir Val. There 's a man drop'd downe by thee Kin. Thou desperate follow thus presse in upon us Is murder all the story we shall read What King can stand when thus his Subjects bleed What hast thou done Bal. No hurt Kin. Plaid even the Wolfe And from a fold committed to my charge Stolne and devour'd one of the flocke Bal. Y 'ave sheepe enow for all that Sir I have kill'd none tho or if I have mine owne blood shed in your quarrels may begge my pardon my businesse was in haste to you Kin. I woo'd not have thy sinne scoar'd on my head For all the Indian Treasury I prethe tell me Suppose thou hadst our pardon O can that cure Thy wounded conscience can there my pardon helpe thee Yet having deserv'd well both of Spaine and us We will not pay thy worth with losse of life But banish thee for ever Bal. For a Groomes death Kin. No more we banish thee our Court and kingdome A King that fosters men so dipt in blood May be call'd mercifull but never good Be gone upon thy life Bal. Well farewell Exit Val. The fellow is not dead but wounded Sir Quee. After him Malateste in our lodging Stay that rough fellow hee 's the man shall doo 't Haste or my hopes are lost Exit Mal. Why are you sad Sir Kin. For thee Paulina swell my troubled thoughts Like billowes beaten by too warring winds Quee. Be you but rul'd by me I 'le make a calme Smooth as the brest of heaven Kin. Instruct me how Quee. You as your fortunes tye you are inclin'd To have the blow given Kin. Where 's the Instrument Quee. 'T is found in Baltazar Kin. Hee 's banish'd Quee. True But staid by me for this Kin. His spirit is hot And rugged but so honest that his soule Will ne're turne devill to doe it Quee. Put it to tryall Retire a little hither I 'le send for him Offer repeale and favours if he doe it But if deny you have no finger in 't And then his doome of banishment stands good Kin. Be happy in thy workings I obey Exit Quee. Stay Lopez Lop. Madam Quee. Step to our Lodging Lopez And instantly bid Malateste bring The banish'd Baltazar to us Lop. I shall Exit Quee. Thrive my blacke plots the mischiefes I have set Must not so dye Ills must new Ills beget Enter Malateste and Baltazar Bal. Now what hot poyson'd Custard must I put my Spoone into now Quee. None for mine honour now is thy protection Mal. Which Noble Souldier she will pawne for thee But never forfeit Bal. 'T is a faire gage keepe it Quee. Oh Baltazar I am thy friend and mark'd thee When the King sentenc'd thee to banishment Fire sparkled from thine eyes of rage and griefe Rage to be doom'd so for a Groome so base And griefe to lose thy County thou hast kill'd none The Milke-sop is but wounded thou art not banish'd Bal. If I were I lose nothing I can make any Country mine I have a private Coat for Italian Stelletto's I can be treacherous with the Wallowne drunke with the Dutch a Chimney-sweeper with the Irish a Gentleman with the Welsh and turne arrant theefe with the English what then is my Country to me Quee. The King who rap'd with fury banish'd thee Shall give thee favours yeeld but to destroy What him distempers Bal. So And what 's the dish I must dresse Quee. Onely the cutting off a paire of lives Bal. I love no Red-wine healths Mal. The King commands it you are but Executioner Bal. The Hang-man An office that will hold so long as hempe lasts why doe not you begge the office Sir Quee. Thy victories in field did never crowne thee As this one Act shall Bal. Prove but that 't is done Quee. Follow him close hee 's yeelding Mal. Thou shalt be call'd thy Countries Patriot For quenching out a fire now newly kindling In factious bosomes and shalt thereby save More Noble Spanyards lives than thou slew'st Moores Quee. Art thou not yet converted Bal. No point Quee. Read me then Medina's Neece by a Contract from the King Layes clayme to all that 's mine my Crowne my bed A sonne she has by him must fill the Throne If her great faction can but worke that wonder Now heare me Bal. I doe with gaping eares Quee. I swell with hopefull issue to the King Bal. A brave Don call you mother Mal. Of this danger The feare afflicts the King Bal. Cannot much blame him Quee. If therefore by the riddance of this Dame Bal. Riddance oh the meaning on 't is murder Mal. Stab her or so that 's all Quee. That Spaine be free from frights the King from feares And I now held his Infamy be called Queene The Treasure of the kingdome shall lye open To pay thy Noble darings Bal. Come I le doo 't provided I heare Iove call too tho he
rores I must have the Kings hand to this warrant else I dare not serve it upon my Conscience Quee. Be firme then behold the King is come Enter King Bal. Acquaint him Quee. I found the mettall hard but with oft beating Hee s now so softned he shall take impression From any seale you give him Kin. Baltazar come hither listen whatsoe're our Queene Has importun'd thee to touching Onaelia Neece to the Constable and her young sonne My voyce shall second it and signe her promise Bal. Their riddance Kin. That Bal. What way by poyson Kin. So Bal. Starving or strangling stabbing smothering Quee. Good Kin. Any way so 't is done Bal. But I will have Sir This under your owne hand that you desire it You plot it set me on too 't Kin. Penne Inke and paper Bal. And then as large a pardon as law and wit Can engrosse for me Kin. Thou shalt ha my pardon Bal. A word more Sir pray will you tell me one thing Kin Yes any thing deare Baltazar Bal. Suppose I have your strongest pardon can that cure My wounded Conscience can there your pardon help me you not onely knocke the Ewe a' th head but cut the Innocent Lambes throat too yet you are no Butcher Quee. Is this thy promis'd yeelding to an Act So wholesome for thy Country Kin. Chide him not Bal. I woo'd not have this sinne scor'd on my head For all the Indaean Treasury Kin. That song no more Doe this and I will make thee a great man Bal. Is there no farther tricke in 't but my blow your purse and my pardon Mal. No nets upon my life to entrap thee Bal. Then trust me these knuckles worke it Kin. Farewell be confident and sudden Bal. Yes Subjects may stumble when Kings walke astray Thine Acts shall be a new Apocrypha Exeunt Actus Quartus Scaena Prima Enter Medina Alba and Daenia met by Baltazar with a Ponyard and a Pistoll Bal. YOu meet a Hydra see if one head failes Another with a sulphurous beake stands yawning Med. What hath rais'd up this Devill Bal. A great mans vices that can raise all hell What woo'd you call that man who under-saile In a most goodly ship wherein hee ventures His life fortunes and honours yet in a fury Should hew the Mast downe cast Sayles over-boord Fire all the Tacklings and to crowne this madnesse Shoo'd blow up all the Deckes burne th' oaken ribbes And in that Combat 'twixt two Elements Leape desperately and drowne himselfe i' th Seas What were so brave a fellow Omnes A brave blacke villaine Bal. That 's I all that brave blacke villaine dwels in me If I be that blacke villaine but I am not A Nobler Character prints out my brow Which you may thus read I was banish'd Spaine For emptying a Court-Hogshead but repeal'd So I woo'd e're my reeking Iron was cold Promise to give it a deepe crimson dye In none heare stay no none heare Med. Whom then Bal. Basely to stab a woman your wrong'd Neece And her most innocent sonne Sebastian Alb. The Boare now foames with whetting Dan. What has blunted Thy weapons point at these Bal. My honesty A signe at which few dwell pure honesty I am a vassaile to Medina's house He taught me first the A B C of warre Ere I was Truncheon-high I had the stile Of beardlesse Captaine writing then but boy And shall I now turne slave to him that fed me With Cannon-bullets and taught me Estridge-like To digest Iron and Steele no yet I yeelded With willow-bendings to commanding breaths Med. Of whom Bal. Of King and Queene with supple Hams And an ill-boading looke I vow'd to doo 't Yet lest some choake-peare of State-policy Shoo'd stop my throat and spoyle my drinking-pipe See like his cloake I hung at the Kings elbow Till I had got his hand to signe my life Daen. Shall we see this and sleepe Alb. No whilst these wake Med. 'T is the Kings hand Bal. Thinke you me a quoyner Med. No no thou art thy selfe still Noble Baltazar I ever knew thee honest and the marke Stands still upon thy fore-head Bal. Else flea the skin off Med. I ever knew thee valiant and to scorne All acts of basenesse I have seene this man Write in the field such stories with his sword That cur best Chiefetaines swore there was in him As 't were a new Philosophy of fighting His deeds were so Punctillious In one battell When death so nearely mist my ribs he strucke Three horses stone-dead under me This man Three times that day even through the jawes of danger Redeem'd me up and I shall print it ever Stood o're my body with Collossus thighes Whilst all the Thunder-bolts which warre could throw Fell on his head And Baltazar thou canst not Be now but honest still and valiant still Not to kill boyes and women Bal. My byter here cats no such meat Med. Goe fetch the mark'd-out Lambe for slaughter hither Good fellow-souldier ayd him and stay marke Give this false fire to the beleeving King That the child 's sent to heaven but that the mother Stands rock'd so strong with friends ten thousand billowes Cannot once shake her Bal. This I 'le doe Med. Away Yet one word more your Counsell Noble friends Harke Baltazar because nor eyes nor tongues Shall by lowd Larums that the poore boy liues Question thy false report the child shall closely Mantled in darknesse forthwith be conveyed To the Monastery of Saint Paul Omnes Good Med. Dispatch then be quicke Bal. As Lightning Exit Alb. This fellow is some Angell drop'd from heauen To preserve Innocence Med. He is a wheele Of swift and turbulent motion I have trusted him Yet will not hang on him too many plummets Lest with a headlong Cyre he ruines all In these State-consternations when a kingdome Stands tottering at the Center out of suspition Safety growes often let us suspect this fellow And that albeit he shew us the Kings hand It may be but a Tricke Daen. Your Lordship hits A poyson'd nayle i' th head this waxen fellow By the Kings hand so bribing him with gold is set on skrews Perhaps is made his Creature To turne round every way Med. Out of that feare Will I beget truth for my selfe in person Will sound the Kings brest Carl. How your selfe in person Alb. That 's halfe the prize he gapes for Med. I 'le venture it And come off well I warrant you and rip up His very entrailes cut in two his heart And search each corner in 't yet shall not he Know who it is cuts up th' Anatomy Daen. 'T is an exploit worth wonder Carl. Put the worst Say some Infernall voyce shoo'd rore from hell The Infant 's cloystering up Alb. 'T is not our danger Nor the imprison'd Prince's for what Theefe Dares by base sacrilege rob the Church of him Carl. At worst none can be lost but this slight fellow Med. All build on this as on a stable Cube If we our
thy life Val. Not death shall fright me Exeunt Enter Baltazar Bal. 'T is done Sir Kin. Death what 's done Bal. Young Cub 's flayd But the shee-Fox shifting her hole is fled The little Iackanapes the boy 's braind Kin. Sebastian Bal. He shall ne're speake more Spanish Kin. Thou teachest me to curse thee Bal. For a bargaine you set your hand to Kin. Halfe my Crowne I 'de lose were it undone Bal. But halfe a Crowne that 's nothing His braines sticke in my conscience more than yours Kin. How lost I the French Doctor Bal. As French-men lose their haire here was too hot staying for him Kin. Get thou too from my sight the Queen wu'd see thee Bal. Your gold Sir Kin. Goe with Iudas and repent Bal. So men hate whores after lusts heat is spent I 'me gone Sir Kin. Tell me true is he dead Bal. Dead Kin. No matter t is but morning of revenge The Sun-set shall be red and Tragicall Exit Bal. Sinne is a Raven creaking her owne fall Exit Enter Medina Daenia Alba Carlo and the Faction with Rosemary in their hats Med. Keepe lock'd the doore and let none enter to us But who shares in our fortunes Daen. Locke the dores Alb. What entertainment did the King bestow Vpon your letters and the Cardinals Med. With a devouring eye he read 'em o're Swallowing our offers into his empty bosome As gladly as the parched earth drinks healths Out of the cup of heaven Carl. Little suspecting What dangers closely lye enambushed Daen. Let not us trust to that there 's in his brest Both Fox and Lion and both those beasts can bite We must not now behold the narrowest loope-hole But presently suspect a winged bullet Flyes whizzing by our eares Med. For when I let The plummet fall to sound his very soule In his close-chamber being French-Doctor like He to the Cardinals eare sung sorcerous notes The burthen of his song to mine was death Onaelia's murder and Sebastians And thinke you his voyce alters now 't is strange To see how brave this Tyrant shewes in Court Throan'd like a god great men are petty starres Where his rayes shine wonder fills up all eyes By sight of him let him but once checke sinne About him round all cry oh excellent King Oh Saint-like man but let this King retire Into his Closet to put off his robes He like a Player leaves his part off too Open his brest and with a Sunne-beame search it There 's no such man this King of gilded clay Within is uglinesse lust treachery And a base soule tho reard Collossus-high Baltazar beats to come in Daen. None till he speakes and that we know his voyce Who are you Within Bal. An honest house-keeper in Rosemary-lane too If you dwell in the same parish Med. Oh t is our honest Souldier give him entrance Enter Baltazar Bal. Men show like coarses for I meet few but are stuck with Rosemary every one ask'd mee who was married to day and I told 'em Adultery and Repentance and that shame and a Hangman followed 'em to Church Med. There 's but two parts to play shame has done hers But execution must close up the Scane And for that cause these sprigs are worne by all Badges of Marriage now of Funerall For death this day turnes Courtier Bal. Who must dance with him Med. The King and all that are our opposites That dart or This must flye into the Court Either to shoot this blazing starre from Spaine Or else so long to wrap him up in clouds Till all the fatall fires in him burne out Leaving his State and conscience cleere from doubt Of following uprores Alb. Kill not but surprize him Carl. That 's my voyce still Med. Thine Souldier Bal. Oh this Collicke of a kingdome when the wind of treason gets amongst the small guts what a rumbling and a roaring it keepes and yet make the best of it you can it goes out stinking kill a King Daen. Why Bal. If men should pull the Sun out of heaven every time t is ecclips'd not all the Wax nor Tallow in Spaine woo'd serve to make us Candles for one yeare Med. No way to purge the sicke State but by opening a vaine Bal. Is that your French Physicke if every one of us shoo'd be whip'd according to our faults to be lasht at a carts taile would be held but a flea-biting Enter Signeor No whispers Medina Med. What are you come you from the King No. No Bal. No more no's I know him let him enter Med. Signeor I thanke your kind Intelligence The newes long since was sent into our eares Yet we embrace your love so fare you well Carl. Will you smell to a sprig of Rosemary No. No Bal. Will you be hang'd No. No Bal. This is either Signeor No or no Signeor Med. He makes his love to us a warning-peece To arme our selves against we come to Court Because the guard is doubled Omnes Tush we care not Bal. If any here armes his hand to cut off the head let him first plucke out my throat in any Noble Act I le wade chin-deepe with you but to kill a King Med. No heare me Bal. You were better my Lord saile 500 times to Bantom in the West-Indies than once to Barathrum in the Low-Countries It 's hot going under the line there the Callenture of the soule is a most miserable madnesse Med. Turne then this wheele of Fate from shedding blood Till with her owne hand Iustice weyes all Bal. Good Exeunt Enter Queene Malateste Quee. Must then his Trul be once more sphear'd in Court To triumph in my spoyles in my ecclipses And I like moaping Iuno sit whilst Iove Varies his lust into five hundred shapes To steale to his whores bed no Malateste Italian fires of Iealousie burne my marrow For to delude my hopes the leacherous King Cuts out this robe of cunning marriage To cover his Incontinence which flames Hot as my fury in his blacke desires I am swolne big with child of vengeance now And till deliver'd feele the throws of hell Mal. Iust is your Indignation high and Noble And the brave heat of a true Florentine For Spaine Trumpets abroad her Interest In the Kings heart and with a blacke cole drawes On every wall your scoff'd at injuries As one that has the refuse of her sheets And the sicke Autumne of the weakned King Where she drunke pleasures up in the full spring Quee. That Malateste That That Torrent wracks me But Hymens Torch held downe-ward shall drop out And for it the mad Furies swing their brands About the Bride-chamber Mal. The Priest that joynes them Our Twin-borne malediction Quee. Lowd may it speake Mal. The herbs and flowers to strew the wedding way Be Cypresse Eugh cold Colliquintida Quee. Henbane and Poppey and that magicall weed Which Hags at midnight watch to catch the seed Mal. To these our execrations and what mischiefe Hell can but hatch in a distracted braine I le be the
Executioner tho it looke So harrid it can fright e'ne murder backe Quee. Poyson his whore to day for thou shalt wait On the Kings Cup and when heated with wine He cals to drinke the Brides health Marry her A liue to a gaping grave Mal. At board Quee. At board Mal. When she being guarded round about with friends Like a faire Iland hem'd with Rockes and Seas What rescue shall I find Quee. Mine armes dost faint Stood all the Pyrenaean hills that part Spaine and our Country on each others shoulders Burning with Aetnean flame yet thou shouldst on As being my steele of resolution First striking sparkles from my flinty brest Wert thou to catch the horses of the Sunne Fast by their bridles and to turne backe day Woodst thou not doo 't base coward to make way To the Italians second blisse revenge Mal. Were my bones threatned to the wheele of torture I 'le doo 't Enter Lopez Quee. A Ravens voyce and it likes me well Lop. The King expects your presence Mal. So so we come To turne this Brides day to a day of doome Exeunt A Banquet set out Cornets sounding Enter at one dore Lopez Valasco Alanzo No after them King Cardinall with Don Cockadillio Bridegroome Queene and Malateste after At the other dore Alba Carlo Roderigo Medina and Daenia leading Onaelia as Bride Cornego and Iuanna after Bartazar alone Bride and Bridegroome kisse and by the Cardinall are joyn'd hand in hand King is very merry hugging Medina very lovingly Kin. For halfe Spaines weight in Ingots I 'de not lose This little man to day Med. Nor for so much Twice told Sir would I misse your kingly presence Mine eyes have lost th' acquaintance of your face So long and I so little late read o're That Index of the royall booke your mind That scarce without your Comment can I tell When in those leaves you turne o're smiles or frownes Kin. 'T is dimnesse of your sight no fault i' th letter Medina you shall find that free from Errata's And for a proofe If I could breath my heart in welcomes forth This Hall should ring naught else welcome Medina Good Marquesse Daenia Dons of Spaine all welcome My dearest love and Queene be it your place To entertaine the Bride and doe her grace Quee. With all the love I can whose fire is such To give her heat I cannot burne too much Kin. Contracted Bride and Bridegroome sit Sweet flowres not pluck'd in season lose their scent So will our pleasures Father Cardinall Me thinkes this morning new-begins our reigne Car. Peace had her Sabbath ne're till now in Spaine Kin. Where is our Noble Souldier Baltazar So close in conference with that Signior No. No Kin. What think'st thou of this great day Baltazar Bal. Of this day why as of a new play if it ends well all 's well all men are but Actors now if you being the King should be out of your part or the Queene out of hers or your Dons out of theirs here 's No wil never be out of his No. No Bal. 'T were a lamentable peece of stuffe to see great Statesmen have vile Exits but I hope there are nothing but plaudities in all your eyes Kin. Mine I protest are free Quee. And mine by heaven Mal. Free from one good looke till the blow be given Kin. Wine a full Cup crown'd to Medina's health Med. Your Highnesse this day so much honors me That I to pay you what I truly owe My life shall venture for it Dæn. So shall mine Kin. Onaelia you are sad why frownes your brow Onae. A foolish memory of my past ills Folds up my looke in furrowes of old care But my heart 's merry Sir Kin. Which mirth to heighten Your Bridegroome and your selfe first pledge this health Which we begin to our high Constable Three Cups fild 1. to the King 2. to the Bridegroome 3. to Onaelia with whom the King complements Quee. Is t speeding Mal. As all our Spanish figs are Kin. Here 's to Medina's heart with all my heart Med. My hart shal pledge your hart i' th deepest draught That ever Spanyard dranke Kin. Medina mockes me Because I wrong her with the largest Bowle I 'le change with thee Onaelia Mal. rages Quee. Sir you shall not Kin. Feare you I cannot fetch it off Quee. Malateste Kin. This is your scorne to her because I am doing This poorest honour to her Musicke sound It goes were it ten fadoms to the ground Cornets King drinkes Queen and Mal. storms Mal. Fate strikes with the wrong weapon Quee. Sweet royall Sir no more it is too deepe Mal. T will hurt your health sir Kin. Interrupt me in my drinke t is off Mal. Alas sir You have drunke your last that poyson'd bowle I fill'd Not to be put into your hand but hers Kin. Poyson'd Omnes Descend blacke speckled soule to hell kil Mal. dyes Mal. The Queene has sent me thither Card. What new furie shakes now her snakes locks Quee. I I t is I Whose soule is torne in peeces till I send This Harlot home Car. More murders save the Lady Balt. Rampant let the Constable make a mittimus Med. Keepe 'em asunder Car. How is it royall sonne Kin. I feele no poyson yet onely mine eyes Are putting out their lights me thinks I feele Deaths Icy fingers stroking downe my face and now I 'me in a mortall cold sweat Quee. Deare my Lord Kin. Hence call in my Physicians Med. Thy Physician Tyrant Dwels yonder call on him or none Kin. Bloody Medina stab'st thou Brutus too Daen. As hee is so are we all Kin. I burne My braines boyle in a Caldron O one drop Of water now to coole me Onae. Oh let him have Physicians Med. Keepe her backe Kin. Physicians for my soule I need none else You 'll not deny me those oh holy Father Is there no mercy hovering in a cloud For me a miserable King so drench'd In perjury and murder Car. Oh Sir great store Kin. Come downe come quickly downe Car. I 'le forthwith send For a grave Fryer to be your Confessor Kin. Doe doe Car. And he shall cure your wounded soule Fetch him good Sovldier Bal. So good a worke I 'le hasten Kin. Onaelia oh shee 's drown'd in teares Onaelia Let me not dye unpardoned at thy hands Enter Baltazar Sebastian as a Fryer with others Car. Here comes a better Surgeon Seb. Haile my good Sonne I come to be thy ghostly Father Kin. Ha my child 't is my Sebastian or some spirit Sent in his shape to fright me Bal. 'T is no gobling Sir feele your owne flesh and blood and much younger than you tho he be bald and cals you son had I bin as ready to ha cut his sheeps throat as you were to send him to the shambles he had bleated no more there 's lesse chalke upon you score of sinnes by these round o'es Kin. Oh my dul soule looke up thou art somwhat lighter Noble Medina see Sebastian lives Onaelia cease to weepe Sebastian livea Fetch me my Crowne my sweetest pretty Fryer Can my hands doo 't I le raise thee one step higher Th' ast beene in heavens house all this while sweet boy Seb. I had but course cheere Kin. Thou couldst ne're fare better Religious houses are those hyves where Bees Make honey for mens soules I tell thee Boy A Fryery is a Cube which strongly stands Fashioned by men supported by heavens hands Orders of holy Priest-hood are as high I' th eyes of Angels as a Kings dignity Both these unto a Crowne give the hill weight And both are thine you that our Contract know See how I seale it with this Marriage My blessing and Spaines kingdome both be thine Omnes Long live Sebastian Onae. Doff that Fryers course gray And since hee 's crown'd a King clothe him like one Kin. Oh no those are right soveraigne Ornaments Had I beene cloth'd so I had never fill'd 〈…〉 My worke is almost finish'd where 's my Queene Quee. Here peece-meale torne by Furies Kin. Onaelia Your hand Paulina too Onaelia yours This hand the pledge of my twice broken faith By you usurp'd is her Inheritance My love is turn'd see as my fate is turn'd Thus they to day laugh yesterday which mourn'd I pardon thee my death let her be sent Backe into Florence with a trebled dowry Death comes oh now I see what late I fear'd A Contract broke tho piec'd up ne're so well Heaven sees earth suffers but it ends in hell moritur Onae. Oh I could dye with him Quee. Since the bright spheare I mov'd in falls alas what make I here Exit Med. The hammers of black mischiefe now cease beating Yet some Irons still are heating you Sir Bridegroome Set all this while up as a marke to shoot at We here discharge you of your bed-fellow Shee loves no Barbars washing Cock. My Balls are sav'd then Med. Be it your charge so please you reverend Sir To see the late Queene safely sent to Florence My Neece Onaelia and that trusty Souldier We doe appoint to guard the Infant King Other distractions Time must reconcile The State is poyson'd like a Crocodile Exeunt FINIS