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The tragedie of Lodouick Sforza Duke of Millan. By Robert Gomersall
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Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646?; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.
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quicke Proteus to him To this Caiazzo was an Ideot A plaine flat Ideot I tell thee man Meander neuer knew so many windings If as they say an Aemulation Is bred by likenesse I doe wonder much How Sforza is induc'd to imploy him Who has more Deuill in him then himselfe Iul. But why is this imployment why these Armes When all but Naples are our friends and they Not able now to shew themselues our foes Ingag'd and almost lost in the French warre Pic. Trickes Iuliano Statists call them Arts Not to be fadom'd by a vulgar reach But though I want the villany to know Yet I haue so much spleene to laugh at them And take a comfort in this plainer sense No subtilty can coozen Prouidence Scena secunda Ascanio Galeazzo Isabella Iulia Asc. HOw rests the Prince Isab. O my good Lord he rests But 't is a quiet such as the Seas haue When that the winds haue spent their violence And out of impotence bestow a calme 'T is more a death then slumber you may see His senses rather weary then at rest Asc. Are then his fits so raging Isab. Nothing else Should he but wake you de thinke two Armies met And stroue together for the loudest shout Disease has spred herselfe ore all his parts And onely spar'd his tongue as if some starre Not knowing otherwise to cleare it selfe From imputation of tyranny For such exact plaguing of Innocence Had left him that to curse withall that so To all that heard his fury he might seeme To be thus tortur'd for his Blasphemy Gal. Water some water Isab. Now the fit beginnes Gal. Some of my slaues runne and exhaust the Po Charge him no more to vent his idle streames Into the glutted maine but rather poure All his moyst mouths on me d' yee stare begone Vse not your eyes at all vnlesse to weepe And that not teares of sorrow but of helpe Such as may coole me Asc. Patience sweet Prince Adde not vnto the fire of your disease The heat of passion Gal. What red thing is this Ha Isabella tell me Is. 'T is your vncle The noble Prince Ascanio Gal. 'T is false He is nor Prince nor noble hearke you friends He talkes of Passion and of Patience Let him discourse of Aetna or Vesuuius Or of a greater heat then I doe feele And I will answer him Patience to me Goe bid rough seas be patient Asc. He growes worse And opposition does inflame him more Me thinkes I see his eye-lids faintly striue Against Deaths closing Gal. O! my ioynts are fire Why does not heau'n shed Cataracts and lowre Once to my comfort are they hot as I Haue they no moysture for a Suppliant Then though hot heau'n oppose when once my breath Hath left this corps I le haue a cold by death Mor. Is. Heard you that grone my Lord ô he is dead Cracke then ye tardy heart strings quickly cracke And giue me leaue to ouer-take the flight Of my dead husband Asc. What is past our helpe Let it be past our griefe t is fortitude To suffer chances counterbuffes as one That by his expectation had deceiu'd All her faint threatnings till this sadder time Your life has had one constant scene of ioy Which here is interrupted you should thanke The heau'ns because they were not tedious In their delights for this variety As hunger prayseth feasts so it may be You le loue ioy better for this misery Scena tertia Sforza Beatrice Sf. HOW couetous thou art to learne mishap Beatrice the answer kills thee Bet. Kill me then But not deny me Sf. Dearest I am lost And in my ruine thou Bet. I would be so Safety were ruine were it otherwise Yet tell me Sforza how are you so lost Sf. O what a busie torture woman is I must say somewhat but the maine is silence Vitellioes losse yes that hath lost me too No sooner kill'd then lost so strangely gone As if the dead had learnt a motion So to conuey themselues vnto the graue Will you be still vnkind Sf. Thou shalt heare all The French haue conquer'd Naples and which drawes Blood from our soule without a drop of blood When thus we plotted it that when both Kings Had wearied out themselues with equall slaughter And here Alphonso totter'd and there Charles When losse had ceiz'd the conqueror then we Would haue amaz'd the conqueror afresh With new alarmes when by the flattery Of chance France gets a kingdome without blood And by dry victory has vndone a plot Worth many Kingdomes I presum'd on this Naples had souldiers enough to last Killing a yeare in which space we resolu'd To arme all Italy against the French And cunningly driue out whom we call'd in Which ere we could accomplish is disclos'd And conqu'ring France intends to hinder it By our inuasion ô my policy Must I be wounded with the sword I gaue And find those enemies whom onely I Enabled to my iniury well heau'n Your kindnesse is a miracle sometime Beyond all reason but your curse is wit Enter Ascan. My fault is my faults punisher Asc. Long life And happy to our Duke Sf. How my Ascanio Recall thy selfe good Cardinall what Duke Whilst Galeazzo liues Asc. Most truly Duke For Galeazzo's dead Sf. Alas poore child I could haue wish'd thee longer life but since Heau'ns will is otherwise t were blasphemy To storme at that which is the will of heau'n I hate that impotent rebellion Enter Sanseu Sans. My Lord so crosse was Fortune that you were Made almost banqu'rout by a too much thrift For when you had discharg'd those numerous troopes Whose charges lay as hard vpon the State As an inuasion could then Orleance mou'd And stole Nouarra which disastrous newes So heated the remainder of your troopes As if you had added to their valour more When you abated from their multitudes That by a nimble victory they made His conquest be his prison Sf. Noble friend Stand thou and our State stands ô why doe men Cry out on Age on eating Age as though Our many griefes were from our many yeares And the last times were worst we rather find That nothing is so dangerous to Kings As a yong Principality for t is With them almost as with yong plants which yeeld Vnto the least intreaty of the wind And need no stronger blast but gaining Age Scarce stoope to thunder may we once arise Vnto this happy firmenesse of estate This blest maturity of Prince we stand Fearlesse of fall but if heauen enuy vs And haue decreed our ruine with our rising Yet such wee le haue it voyde of all base feares Our foes shall grieue our ruine was not theirs Scena quarta Caiazzo Belgiosa Maluezzo Mal. MY Lords since we are met so happily If you esteeme me not too bold to aske The story of your high fam'd actions Blesse me with the Relation Cai. I much feare Mine are not worthy your attention Yet if it please you noble Belgiosa Because my story will