THE WONDER OF A Kingdome Quod non Dant proceres Dabit Histrio Written by THOMAS DEKKER LONDON Printed by Robert Raworth for Nicholas Vavasour and are to bee sold at his Shop in the Inner Temple neere the Church-doore 1636 The Prologue THus from the Poet I am bid to say Hee knows what Iudges sit to Doome each Play The Over-curious Critick or the Wise The one with squint 'Tother with Sunn-like eyes Shootes through each scaene The one cries all things down Tother hides strangers Faults close as his Owne Las Those that out of custome come to jeere Sung the full quire of the Nine Muses heere So Carping not from Wit but Apish spite And Fether'd Ignorance Thus ô Poet does slight 'T is not a gay sute or Distorted Face Can beate his Merit off Which has won Grace In the full Theater Nor can now feare The Teeth of any Snaky whisperer But to the white and sweete unclowded Brow The heaven where true worth moves our Poet do's bow Patrons of Arts and Pilots to the Stage Who guide it through all Tempests from the Rage Of envious Whirlewindes ô doe you but steere His Muse This day And bring her toth ' wished shore You are those Delphick Powers whom shee 'le adore Dramatis Personae Duke of Florence Prince of Pisa Lord Vanni Trebatio his Sonne Mutio Courtiers Philippo Tornelli Piero the Dukes Sonne Gasparo his Friend Tibaldo Neri Lover of Dariene L. Vanni's wife Angelo Lotti Lover of Fiametta Baptista his friend Iacomo Gentili The Noble House-keeper Signior Torrenti The Riotous Lord Fiametta the Dukes Daughter Dariene Old Lord Vannies Wife Alisandra her Daughter Alphonsina sister to Tibaldo Neri Cargo Lord Vanni's man Two Curtizans A Nurse THE VVONDER OF A Kingdome Actus primus Scaena prima Enter Duke of Florence Prince of Pisae Nicoletto Vanni Trebatio his sonne Mutio Philippo Tornelli Gallants Tibaeldo Neri Alphonsina his sister Daeriene Old Vannies wife Cargo a serving-man WEe surfit heere on Pleasures Seas nor Land Cannot invite us to a Feast more glorious Then this day we have sat at my Lord Vanni You have an excellent seate heere T is a building May entertaine a Caesar but you and I Should rather talke of Tombs then Pallaces Let 's leave all to our heires for we are old Nico. Old hem all heart of brasse sound as a bell Old why I le tell your Graces I have gone But halfe the bridge ore yet there lies before me As much as I have pass'd and I 'le goe it all Flo. Mad Vanni still Nic. Old Oakes doe not easily fall Decembers cold hand combes my head and beard But May swimmes in my blood and he that walkes Without his wooden third legge is never old Pisa What is your age my Lord Nic. Age what call you age I have liv'd some halfe a day some halfe an houre Flo. A tree of threescore-yeares growth nothing Tib. A meere slip you have kept good diet my lord Nic. Let whores kepe diet Tibaldo ner'e never did Rivers runn In wilder madder streames then I have done I 'le drinke as hard yet as an Englishman Flo. And they are now best Drinkers Pisa They put downe the Dutch-men cleane Nic. I le yet upon a wager hit any fencers button Car, Some of 'em ha' no buttons to their doublets Nic. Then knave I le hit his flesh and hit your cocks If you crosse mine once more combe Flo. Nay be not angry Nic. I have my Passees and my Passadoes My Longes my Stockadoes Imbrocadoes And all my Pimtoes and Pimtillioes Here at my fingers ends Flo. By my faith 't is well Nic. Old why I ne're tooke Phisicke nor ever will I 'le trust none that has Art and leave to kill Now for that chopping herbe of hell Tobacco The idle-mans-Devill and the Drunkards-whore I never medled with her my smoake goes Out at my kitchin chimney not my nose Flo. And some Lords have no chimnies but their noses Nic. Tobacco-shopps shew like prisons in hell Hote smoaky stinking and I hate the smell Pis. who 'd thinke that in a coale of Ashy white Such fire were glowing Flo. May not a snuffe give light Tib. You see it doe's in him Alph. A withered-tree doth oft beare branches Nic. What thinke you then of me sweete Lady Alph. Troth my Lord as of a horse vilely if he can Neither wihi nor wagg's-Taile Flo. The Lady Alphonsina Neri has given it you my Lord Nic. The time may come I may give it her too Flo, I doubt Lord Vanni she will cracke no Nutts With such a tough shell as is yours and mine But leaving this le ts see you pray at Court Nico. I thanke your grace Flo. Your wife and your faire daughter One of the stars of Florence with your sonne Heire to your worth and Honours Trebatio Vanni Treb. I shall attend your grace Flo. The holy knot Hymen shall shortly tie and in faire bands Vnite Florence and Pisa by the hands Or Fyametta and this Pisa Duke Our Noble son in law and at this daie Pray be not absent Nic. We shall your will obey Flo. We heare there is a gallant that out-vies Vs and our court for brauery and expence For royall feasts triumphs and revellings Nic. He 's my neere kinsman mine owne brothers son Who desperately a prodigall race doth ronne And for this riotous humour he has the by-name Signior Torrenti a swift Head-long streame Flo. But ther 's another layes on more then he Nic. Old Iacomo open handed charitie Sit's ever at his gates to welcome guests He makes no bone-fires as my riotous kinsman And yet his chimneis cast out braver smoake The Bellows which he blowes with are good deeds The rich he smiles upon the poore he feeds Flo. These gallants we 'le be feasted by and Feast Fames praises of 'em shall make us their guest Meane time we 'le hence Exit Florence Pisa c. Enter Cargo Car. I have News to tell your Lordship Signior Angelo of the Locti Famely is banished Dari. How banish't alas poore Angelo Lotti Treb. Why must he goe from Florence Cargo Because he can stay there no longer Nic. To what end is he driven from the Citie Cargo To the end he should goe into some other my Lord Nic. Hoida Car. I hope this is newes Sir Nic. What speake the people of him Car. As bells ring some out some in all jangle they say he Has dealt with the Genoway against the state but whether with the men or the women t is to be stood upon Nic. Away Sir knave and foole Car. Sir knave a new word fooles and knaves Sir Exit Nic. This muttering long agoe flew to mine eare The Genoway is but a line throwne out But Fiametta's love the net that choakes him Tre. He 's worthy of her equall Nic. Peace foolish boy At these state bone-fires whose flames reach so high To stand aloose is safer then too nigh Exit Enter Tibaldo Neri and Alphonsina Alp. Why brother what 's the
of Florence why then Doe you lie sneaking heere to steale venison Ang. My Lords I take my last leave of you all Of love and fortunes Bapt. Lower thou canst not fall Exit Iasp. Trust mee my Lord This Lotti is a man Setting aside his rivall-ship in love For which you hate him so abundant rich In all the Vertues of a Gentle-man That had you read their file as I haue done You would not onely fall in love with him And hold him worthy of a Princesse bed But grieve that for a woman such a man Should so much suffer in being so put downe Never to rise againe Nicol. A terrible case I 'de not be in 't for all Florence Pie Troth deare friend The praises which have crown'd him with thy Iudgement Make mee to cast on him an open eye Which was before shut and I pittie him I Never heard 'mongst all your Romane spirits Iasp. That any held so bravely up his head In such a sea of troubles that come rowling One on anothers necke as Lotti doth Hee puts the spite of Fortune to disgrace And makes her when shee frownes worst turne her face Pier. No more I love him and for all the Dukedome Would not have cut so Noble a spreading Vine To draw from it one drop of blood Lord Vanni I thanke you that you cur'd our wounded peace So fare you well Exit Nico. A good health to you both Iasp. You play the Constable wisely Carg. And I his Beadle I hope as wisely Nico. The Constable wisely Cargo he calls me foole by craft But let 'em passe Carg. As Gentle-men doe by Creditors muffled Nico. I haue another case to handle thou know'st the Donna Alphonsina of the Neri Familie Carg. The little Paraquinto that was heere when the Duke Was feasted shee had quick-silver in her mouth for Her tongue like a Bride the first night never lay still Nico. The same Aspen-leafe the same is 't not a Galley for The Great Turke to be row'd in Carg. I thinke my Lord in calme weather shee may set upon A Gally-ass bigge as your Lordship Nico. Commend me to this Angelica Carg. Angelica-water is good for a cold stomach Nico. I am all fire Carg. Shee 's a cooler Nico. Would 't were come to that Carg. A small thing does it my Lord in the time a Flemming drinkes a Flap-dragon Nico. Give her this paper and this in the one she may know my minde in the other feele me this a Letter this a Iewell Tell her I kisse the little white naile of her little white Finger of her more little white hand of her most Little white bodie Carg. Her tell-tale for all this will I bee Nico. Thou hast beene my weavers shuttle to runne betwixt me and my stuffes of Procreandi causa Carg. A suite of Stand-farther-off had bin better sometimes Nico. No Cargo I have still the Lapis mirabilis be thou close Carg. As my Ladies Chamber-maide Nico. Away then nay quicke knave thou rack'st mee Exit Carg. I goe to stretch you to your full length Exit Enter Iocomo Gentili in a suite of gray Velvet-gowne Cap Chaine Steward and Serving-men Mutio Philippo Tornelli Montinello Gent. Happy be your arivall Noble friends You are the first that like to Doves repaire To my new building you are my first-borne guests My eldest sonnes of hospitalitie Here 's to my hearty wellcomes Mutio. Worthy Lord In one word and the word of one for all Our thankes are as your welcomes Infinite Phil. Rome in her Auncient pride never rais'd up A worke of greater wonder then this building Gent. T is finish'd and the cost stands on no score None can for want of payment at my doore Curse my foundation praying the roofe may fall On the proud builders head seeing the smoake goe Out of those Chimneys for whose bricks I owe Tor. To erect a frame so glorious large and hie Would draw a very sea of silver drie Mont. My Lord Iocomo Gentili pray tell us How much money have you buried under this kingly building Gent. Pray call it not so The humble shrub no Cedar heere shall grow You see Three hundred Dorick pillars stand About one square Three hundred Noble friends Lay'd in their loves at raising of those Columnes A piece of gold under each Pedestall With his name grav'd upon the bottome stone Except that cost all other was mine owne See heere each dayes expences are so great They make a volume for in this appeares It was no taske of weekes or moneths but yeares I trust my steward onely with the key Which keepes that secret heere 's Arithmetick For churles to cast up there 's nhe roote of all If you have skill in numbers number that Mont. Good Mr. Steward read it Stew. All the charge In the grosse summe amounteth to Gent. To what Thou vaine vaine-glorious foole goe burne that Booke No Herald needs to blazon Charities Armes Goe burne it presently Stew. Burne it Exit Gent. Away I lanch not forth a ship with drums and gunnes And Trumpets to proclaime my gallantry He that will reade the wasting of my gold Shall find it writ in ashes which the winde Will scatter ere he spends it Another day The wheele may turne and I that built thus high May by the stormes of want be driven to dwell In a thatch't Cottage Rancor shall not then Spit poyson at me pinning on my backe This card Hee that spent thus much now does lack Mont. Why to your house adde you so many gates Gent. My gates fill up the number of seuen dayes At which of guests seven severall sorts I le welcome On Munday Knights whose fortunes are sunke low On Tuesday those that all their life-long read The huge voluminous wonders of the deepe Sea-men I meane and so on other dayes Others shall take their turnes Phi. Why have you then built twelue such vaste roomes Gent. For the yeares twelve moones In each of which twelue Tables shall be spread At them such whom the world scornes shall be fed The windowes of my building which each morne Are Porters to let in mans comfort light Are numbred just three hundred sixtie five And in so many daies the sunne does drive His chariot stuck with beames of Burnish't gold My Almes shall such diurnall progresse make As doe's the sunne in his bright-Zodiack Tor. You differ from the guise of other lands Where Lords lay all their livings on the racke Not spending it in bread but on the backe Gent. Such Lords eate men but men shall eate up me My uncle the Lord Abbot had a soule Subtile and quick and searching as the fier By Magicke-stayers he went as deepe as hell And if in devills possession gold be kept He brought some sure from thence 't is hid in caves Knowne save to me to none and like a spring The more 't is drawne the more it still doth rise The more my heape wastes more it multiplies Now whither as most rich-men doe he pawn'd His
soule for that deare purchase none can tell But by his bed-side when he saw death stand Fetching a deepe groane me he catch't-by'th hand Cal'd me his heire and charg'd me well to spend What he had got ill deale quoth he a doale which round with good mens prayers may guard my soule Now at her setting forth let none feele want That knock but at thy gates do wrong to none And what request to thee so ear is made If honest see it never be denay'd Mont. And yow 'le performe all this Gent. Faire upright As are the strict vowes of an Anchorite A benefit given by a Niggards hand Is stale and gravily bread the hunger-sterv'd Takes it but cannot eate it I le give none such Who with free heart shakes out but crums gives much Mont. In such a ship of worldly cares my Lord As you must saile now in yow 'le need more Pilots Then your owne selfe to sit and steare the Helme You might doe therefore well to take a wife Gent. A wife when I shall have one hand in heaven To write my happinesse in leaves of starres A wife wo'd plucke me by the other downe This Barke hath thus long sail'd about the world My soule the Pilot and yet never listen'd To such a Mare-maids song a wife oh fetters To mans blest liberty All this world 's a prison Heaven the high wall about it sin the jalour But the iron-shackles waying downe our heeles Are onely women those light Angells turne us To fleshly devills I that Sex admire But never will sit neere their wanton fier Mut. Who then shall reape the golden corne you sowe Phi. 'T is halfe a curse to them that build and spare and hoard up wealth yet cannot name an heire Gent. My heires shall be poore children fed on almes Souldiers that want limbes schollers poore and scorn'd And these will be a sure inheritance Not to decay Mannors and Townes will fall Lord-ships and Parkes Pastures and woods be sold But this Land still continues to the Lord No subtile trickes of law can me beguile of this But of the beggers-dishe I shall drinke healthes To last for ever whil'st I live my roofe Shall cover naked wretches when I die 'T is dedicated to St. Charitie Mut. The Duke inform'd what trees of goodnesse grow Here of your planting in true loue to your virtues Sent us to give you thankes for crowning Florence With fame of such a subject and entreats you Vntill he come himselfe to accept this token Of his faire wishes towards you Gent. Pray returne my duty to the Duke tell him I value his love beyond all jewells in the world Phi. H 'as vow'd ere long to be your visitant Gent. He shall be welcome when he comes that 's all Not to a Pallace but my hospitall Omnes Wee 'le leave your Lordship Gent. My best thoughts goe with you My Steward Enter Steward and a foolish Gentle-man Stew. Heere my Lord Gent. Is the Booke fired Stew. As you commanded Sir I saw it burn'd Gent. Keep safe that Iewell and leave me letters from whome Buz. Signior Ieronimo Guydanes Gent. Oh sir I know the businesse yes yes 't is the same Cuidanes lives amongst my bosome friends He writes to have me entertaine you sir Buz. That 's the bough my bolt flies at my Lord Gent. What Qualities are you furnish't with Buz. My Education has bin like a Gentle-man Gent. Have you any skill in song or Instrument Buz. As a Gentleman shoo'd have I know all but play on none I am no Barber Gent. Barber no sir I thinke it Are you a Linguist Buz. As a Gentleman ought to be one tongue serues one head I am no Pedler to travell Countries Gent. What skill ha' you in horseman-ship Buz. As other Gentlemen have I ha' rid some beasts in my Time Gent. Can you write and reade then Buz. As most of your Gentle-men doe my band has bin Taken with my marke at it Gent. I see you are a dealer give me thy hand I le entertaine thee howsoeuer because in thee I keepe halfe a score Gentlemen thy name Buz A sinius Buzardo Gent. I entertaine thee good Buzardo Buz. Thankes sir Gent. This fellow 's a starke foole or too wise The triall will be with what wing he flies Exit Actus secundus Scaena prima Enter Tibaldo sicke in his chaire Alphonsina Mutio Philippo Tornelli Montivello Mut. IN Lawes of courtesie wee are bound sweete Lady Being thus nigh to see you and your brother Our noble friend tho' the Duke had not sent Alp. Thankes worthy sir Phil. Signior Tibaldo hath desire to sleepe Tor. Then leave him Companie offends the sicke Alp. Our humblest dutie to my Lord the Duke If in my Brothers name and mine you tender For this his noble love wee both shall rest Highly indebted to you all Mut. Sweete Madam You shall command our lives to worke your good Alp. Signior your love Omnes All at your service Madam Mut. A quick and good health to your noble Brother Alp. And all faire fortunes doubled on your selfe Exit So me-thinkes a Lady had more need have a new paire of lips then a new paire of gloves for tho' they were both of one skinne yet one would weare out sooner then the other I thinke these Courtiers have al offices in the Spicerie And taking my lips for sweet-meates are as sawcie with 'em as if they were Fees I wonder Tibaldo thou can'st fit still and not come in for a share If old Vanni's wife had beene heere all the parts about you had mov'd Tib. Thou think'st I lie in heere 's such a gossiping as if 't were a Child-bed Chamber Alp. So 't is for I le sweare all this stirre is about having a woman brought to bed marry I doubt it must be a mans lying in Tib. I would thy tongue were a man then to lie Alp. I had rather it were a woman to tell trueth Tib. Good sister Alphonsina you still play The bad Phisicion I am all on fire And you to quench mee powre on scoopes of oyle I feele ten thousand plummets at my heart Yet you cry Lay on more and are more cruell Then all my tortures Alp. Sadnesse I pittie thee And will to doe thee service venture life Mine honour being kept spotlesse Tib. Gentle sister The easiest thing i th' world to begge I crave And the poorest Almes to give Alp. But aske and have Tib. A friendly counsell loe that 's all Alp. 'T is yours Be rul'd by me then in an ashie sheete Cover these glowing embers of defire Tib. Embers I wo'd you telt em 't is a fire Alp. Come and set hand to paper I le indite Tib. And shee 'le condemne me no I will not write Alp. Then prethee take this Phisick be not the sea to drinke strange Rivers up yet still be drie Be like a noble streame covet to runne betwixt faire bankes which thou may'st call thine owne and let those bankes be some faire
snarling must my hoase Match your old greasy cod-piece Nico. No but I 'de have thee live in compasse Tor. Foole I 'le be As the sun in the Zodiack I am he That wood take Phaetons fall tho' I set fire On the whole world to be heavens charioteire As he was but one day Nico. Vaine riotous cockscombe Tha 'st fier'd to much already Parkes Forrests chases Have no part left of them but names and places 'T is voic'd abroad thy lands are all at pawne Tor. They are what then Nico. And that the mony went to Entertaine the Popes great Nuntio On whom you spent the ransome of a king Tor. You lye Nico. I thanke you Sr Tor. Say all this true That I spent millions what 's that to you Were there for every day i' th' yeare a Pope For every houre i' th' yeare a Cardinall I 'd melt both Indies but I 'de feast 'em all Nico. And leave your Curtezans bare that leaving bare Will one day leave thee naked one nights waking With a fresh-whore cost thee 4000. duckets Else the bawd lies Tor. Wert thou not mine uncle I 'de send thee with thy frozen-beard where furies Should sindge it off with fire-brands touching Wenching that art thy selfe an old rotten whore-master Nico. I a whore-master To shew how much I hate it harke when next thy tomblers Come to dance upon the ropes Play this jigg to 'em Tor. Goe goe idle droane Thou enviest bees with stings because thine is gone Plate jewells revenues all shall flie Nico. They shall Tor. And then Sir I 'le turne pickled theefe a Pirate For as I to feed Rayot a world did crave So nothing but the sea shall be my grave Meane time that circle few began l 've runne tho' the Devill stand i' th' Center Nico. What 's that circle Torr. The vanitie of all man-kinde be mine In me all prodigalls loosenes fresh shall flowe Wine harlots surfetts rich embroidered cloaths Fashions all sensuall sins all new coin'd oathes Shall feed me fill me I le feast every sence Nought shall become me ill but innocence Exit Nico. I hope a wallet hanging at thy backe Who spends all young ere age comes all will lacke Exit Enter an Apothecary give a serving-man gold Iacomo Servants in blew-coats Stew. Broker Goldsmith Torrenti's Brother a Trumpet Gent. What sounds this trumpet for Omnes Dinner my Lord Gent. To feast whome this day are my tables spread St. For sea-men wrack't aged or sicke or lame And the late ransom'd captives from the Turke Gent. Cheere them with harty welcomes in my name Attend them as great Lords let no man dare To send 'em sad hence bounty shall be plac'd At the boards upper end For Marriners Are clocks of danger that do ne're stand still Their dialls-hand ere points to 'th stroke of death And albeit seldome windlesse loose their breath I love 'em for they eat the dearest bread That life can buy when the elements make warrs Water and aire they are sayd by their good starrs And for the gally-slaves make much of those love that man Who suffers onely for being christian What suiters waite St. Come neere one at once keep back pray Bro. A sorry man a very sorry man Gen. What makes thee sorry Brok. All I had is burnt and that which touches me to the quick a boxe of my sweete evidence my Lord Gent. Show me some proofe of this Brok. Alas too good proofe all burnt nor stick nor stone left Gent. What wodst have me doe Brok. Bestow but a bare 100. l. on me to set me up Gent. Steward deliver him a 100. l. Brok. Now all the Gent. Nay kneele not Sir but heare me Brok. Oh my hony Lord Gent. Faces are speaking pictures thine 's a booke Which if the leafe be truly printed shews A page of close dissembling Brok. Oh my Lord Gent. But say thou art such yet the monie 's thine Which I to Charitie give not to her shrine If thou cheat'st me thou art cheated how th' hast got Being licorish rats-bane from a gally-pot Taking it for sugar thou art now my debtor I am not hurt nor thou I feare much better farewell Enter lame legg'd Souldier Soul Cannons defend me Gun-powder of hell Whom doest thou blow up heere Break. Some honest scullar row this lame dog to hanging Gent. What noise is that Stew. My Lord calls to you Soul Was there ever call'd A devill by name from hell then this is one Gent. My friend what is hee Soul A Citie pestilence A moath that eates up gownes doublets and hose One that with Bills leades smocks and shirts together To linnen close adultery and upon them Strowes lavender so strongly that the owners Dare never smell them after hee 's a broaker Gent. Suppose all this what hurt hath hee done thee Soul More then my limbs losse in one weeke he eate My wife up and three children this christian Iew did Ha's a long lane of hellish Tenements Built all with pawnes Gen. All that he had is burnt Soul He keepes a whore indeede this is the Raven Cryed knocke before you call he may be fir'd His lowsie wardropes are not to this hell-hound I pawn'd my weapons to buy browne bread To seede my brats and me they forfited Twice so much as his money him I gave To have my Armes redeem'd the griping slave Swore not to save my soule vnlesse that I Laid downe my stumpe heere for the Interest And so hop home Gent. Vnheard of villain Broker is this true Brok. 'T were sinne my Lord to lie Gent. Souldier what is 't thou now crau'st at my hands Soul This my Pitition was which now I teare My suite here was When the next place did fall To be a Beades-man in your Hospitall But now I come most pitiously complaining Against this three-pile rascall widowes decayer The Orphans beggerer and the poores betrayer Give him the Russian law for all these sinnes Gent. How Soul But one hundred blowes on his bare shins Br. Come home and take thine Arms So. I le have those leggs Gent. Broaker my soule foresaw goods thus ill got Would as ill thrive you ask'd a hundred pound 'T is yours but crafty Broaker you plaid the knave To begg not needing This man now must have His request too 't is honest faire and just Take hence that varlet therefore and on his shinnes In ready payment give him an hundred blowes Rroak. My Lord my pitifull Lord Soul I must bestirre my stumps too Iustice my Lord Gent. I will not ravill out time Broaker I offer you A hundred for a hundred Soul That 's his owne usury Gent. A hundred pound or else a hundred blowes Give him that money he shall release you those Brok. Take it and may'st thou rot with 't Exit Soul Follow thee thy curse Wo'd blowes might make all Broakers still disburse Gent. What next Serv. The Party sir Gent. What party sir If honest speake I love no whisperer Serv. This Gentleman is a
gentleman 't was for his sake I would have lien with you wo'd it were as lawfull to fellow nights with him Tib. Troth I do wish it Aless. And if in this you inrich me with your counsell I le Be a gratefull taker Tib. Sure my brother Is blest in your affection and shall have Good time to understand so Dar. Alesandra within Aless. Madam Dar. A word come quickly Exit Tib. O ye heavens how strangely one houre works upon an other It was but now heart-sick and long'd for meat Which being set before me I abhorre Alp. Brother Enter Alphonsina Tib. What frights you thus from your chamber Alp. Such a fury as thou Tib. How now hast lost thy witts Alp. I le sweare thou hast for thou hast candled Thy sweete but poysonous language to dishonour Me thy most wretched sister who no better then a vile Instrument to thy desires deserves to be stil'd Baud worse then the bauds Who every day i' th' weeke shake hands with hell Tib. Ha' patience dearest sister I protest By all the graces that become a man I have not wrong'd Dariene nor her Lord Alp. Thou shalt not then by heaven Tib. By all goodnes not With a well blush discourse faire Alissandra Supposing me your sister hath discover'd The true pangs of her fancy towards Tibaldo And in it crav'd my aide which heard Even then My Brutish purpose broke its neck and I Will proue the daughters husband that came hither A traytour to the Mother Alp. My noble brother Our doings are alike for by Trebatio Whome I with honour name his fathers foulenes shall be Cut off and crost Tib. Get to your chamber No longer will I play the womans part This night shall change my habit with my heart Exit Enter Nicoletti with a light Nichol. In this chamber she lies and that 's her window wo'd I were in the aire bites but the bit that I shall bite anon sharpens my stomack the watch-word is a cornet Cornet within it speakes she bids me come without a light and reason sheds light enough herselfe wincke thou one-eyed baud be thou an embleme of thy Mr. and burne in secret Enter Alphonsina above Alp. My Lord Nic. What sayes my most moist-handed sweete Lady Alp. Who is there with you Nico. No christian creature I enter solus Alp. I feare I must entreate you to stay a little Nic. As long as thou desir'st but-wilt come downe Alp. I would be loth to loose all upon rest Nic. Shall I mount then Alp. For mine honour being once crack't Nic. Crack a pudding I le not meddle with thine honour Alp. Say you should get me with childe Nic. I hope I am not the first Lord has got a lady with childe Alp. Is the night hush't Nic. Ther 's nothing stirring the very mice are a sleepe as I am noble I le deale with thee like a gentleman Alp. I le doe that then which some Citizens will not doe to some Lord Nico. What 's that Alp. Take your word I come Nico. Vd's my life Alp. What 's the matter sir Musicke within Nico. I heare a lute and sure it comes this way Alp. My most lov'd Lord step you aside I would not have you seene for the saving of my right hand preserve mine honour as I preserve your love Enter Trebatio with Musicke Nico. Pox on your Catts guts Alp. To an unworthy window who is thus kind Treb. Looke out of it and 't is th e-richest casement That ever let in Ayre Alp. Trebatio Treb. I my most faire Mistris Alp. Neither of both good sir Pray play upon some other you abuse mee And that which seemes worse in your fathers house Nico. Brave girle Alp. But you are young enough to be forgiven If you will mend hereafter the night has in it Vnwholsome foggs and blasts to bed my Lord Least they attach your beautie nothing more I le pay you for your song Exit Treb. Are you gone so Well you hard-hearted one you shall not ever Be Lady of your selfe away Exit Enter Cargo running Car. Oh my Lord I have stood Centinell as you bad me but I am frighted Nico. With what Carg. The Night-mare rides you my Lady is conjured up Nic. Now the devill lay her down prevented in the very Act Carg. She workes by magick and knowes all Enter Dariene Dari. Doe you shrinke backe my Lord you may with shame Have I tane you napping my Lord Nico. But not with the manner my Lady Dar. Have you no bird to flie at but what sits on your owne sonnes fiste Nicho. How my sonnes fiste Harlot Darie. Yes the Lady whom you wrought to have bin your Your sonne has long since wonne to be his bride Both they and I have this night exercis'd Our witts to mocke your dotage Nico. Am I then gull'd Dare. Yes my Lord and bull'd too yonder 's Tibaldo Neri come this morning Dare. So early Is his sister with him Car. Not that I saw but I saw him kisse my yong Mistris three or foure times I thinke 't were good to aske the banes of Matrimony Nico. Wo't t were no worse let 's in and give 'em the mornings Salutation Dare. I le tell him all Nicho. Sweete Lady seal my pardon with a kisse He ne're was borne that never did amisse Exeunt Actus quintus Scaena prima Enter Florence Piero Pisa Mutio Tornelli Philippe Pier. SIr I have found Angelo with long and busie search Flo. And will he come Pier. Your honour as you charg'd me I impawn'd For his safe passage Flo. By my life hee shall when will hee come Pie My friend brings him along Flo. Philippo Mutio goe and perswade our daughter To walke and take the ayre Pisa I le play that Orator Exit Flo. Attend the Duke of Pisa prethee Piero Discover where this Angelo lay lurking Pie The world he has shut up and now the booke He reades is onely heere see where he comes Enter Angelo as a Fryar Fyametta Flo. Way for my daughter looke you there 's Angelo Fya. Ha yes 't is the starre I saile by hold me not Why doe you sticke like rocks to barre my way And utterly to wracke mee Flo. Art thou mad Fya. Yes I am mad oh my best life my soule Runs to him Ang. Whom seeke you Lady Fya. Doe you not know me sir Ang. Yes Fia. Doest thou not love mee Ang. Yes Fya. At very heart Ang. Yes at the very soule Fya. Burnes not your love With that most holy fire the god of marriage Kindles in man and woman Ang. Noe Fia. Ha no Flo. Hee sayes no Fia. Then so quod dedi perdidi Ang. How can I love you Lady I have clim'd too many of such fruitlesse trees Fia. Have you indeede Ang. Yes and have pull'd the apples Fya. Now I beshrew your fingers Ang. And when I touch'd 'em found 'em turn'd to dust Why should you love me I have chang'd my pleasure In beautious dames more then I have my dreames Foure in one night
Flo. Hee 'le prove a lustie Larrence This is the starre you sayle by tho Ang Why should you love me I am but a Tombe Gay out-side but within rotten and foule Fia. I le sweare th' art most diseas'd even in thy soule Oh thou thou most perfidious man alive So prosper as my poore sicke heart doth thrive Give me thy hand I hate thee fare-thee-well Come I make thee my heaven wer 't once my Hell To Pisa Pisa I 'me rap't above the spheares Ioy strikes me dumbe Flo. T' hast lent unto mine age a score of yeares More then ere nature promis'd by thy loving This Noble Prince th' art his then Fya. His to prove it hence Thou from mee ne're more behold mine eyes Ang. Now finde I that a Lovers heart last dies Exit Flo. I I so so If it die it shall be buried Fya. Good reverend Sir stay you and as you witnesse This my divorce so shall you seale my contract Fryar I will your pleasure Flo. Fyametta Make choice thy selfe of thine owne wedding day Fya. To morrow be it Loves poyson is delay Gallants pray stirre betimes and rowse your Mistresses Let some invite Lord Vanni and his Lady Wee dine to day with Lord Iacomo Thither let 's hasten Sir this holy man Shall be this night my confessor about mid-night Expect my sending for you Fryer Your devotion Commands my service W' are least i' th fryers stead The Prince be your confessor girle prepare To play the bride tomorrow and then being laid One night past o're thinke nere to rise a maide Exit Trumpets sounding services carried coverd over the stage Poore attending Torrents one then enter Iacomo bare betwixt the two Dukes Piero Philippo Tornelli Mutio. Flo. No more of complement my Lord Gentili Such noble welcomes have we had this day We must take blushing leaves cause we can pay Nothing but thanks Gent. That 's more then the whole debt comes to Ne're saw I tables crown'd with braver store I know no man that spends my nor gives more And yet a full sea still why yonder fellow The brave mock-prodigal has spent all indeed He that made beggers proud begs now himselfe for need Gent. But who releeves him now none for I know He that in riotous feasting wastes his store Is like a faire tree which in sommer bore Boughes laden till they crackt with leaves and fruite Whose plenty lasting all men came unto 't And pluckt and filld their lapps and carry away But when the boughes grow bare and leaves decay And the great tree stands saplesse wither'd dry Then each one casts on it a scornfull eye And grieves to see it stand nay do not greeve Albeit the Axe downe to the roote it cleave The fall of such a tree will I beware I know both when to spend and when to spare Flo. 'T is nobly spoke Pisa Nay good my Lord make hast Pier. Here 's a childe lost i' th staying Flo. Get 2. at night for 't What is the bride yet drest Pier. She 's rigging Sir Flo. 'T is well musicke from whence What chambers that Mut. It Ioynes close to the Lodgings of the bride Flo. Inquire If she be ready Mutio say her bride-groome Attends on her below Mut. I shall my Lord Fiametta above Pier. Tarry she looks her selfe out Flo. Come come loiterer Fia. Faire welcome to your grace and to that Prince That should have bin my bridegroome Flo. Should ha beene Pier. Is the Moone chang'd already Fia. In her changes the Moone is constant man is onely varying And never in one Circle long is tarying But one man in the moone at once appeares Such praise being true to one a woman beares Flo. Take thou that praise and to this Prince be true Come downe and marry him Fia. What would the world say If I should marry two men in one day Flo. That villaine has bewitch't her Pier. Sir what villaine Flo. That slave the banisht runnagate Pier. Cast not on him Such foule aspersions till you know his guilt Even now you said he was a worthy spirit Crown'd him with praise and do you now condemne An absent man unheard Flo. I le hang thee traitor Pisa Locke all the gates of Florence least he scape Flo. Our pardon whosoever takes and kill him Pier. Oh! who would trust in Princes the vaine breath Who in a minute gives one man life and death Fia. Come forth thou threatned man here kill him all Lower then what you stand on none can fall Angelo above Ang. I now must stand your arrowes but you shoote Against a breast as innocent Flo. As a traytors Ang. Your patience Sir Pisa Talk'st thou of patience that by thy most perfidious Ang. Heare me pray Enter frier above Or if not me heare then this reverend man Pisa VVhat makes that Fryer there Pier. Father speake your minde Fryer I was enjoyned to be her confessor And came but then she wonn me to a vow By oath of all my orders face to face To heare her speak unto Angelo 't was done He came when falling downe on both her knees Her eyes drown'd all in teares she opes a booke Chardging him read his oaths and promises The contract of their hands hearts yea and soules And askd if Angelo would marry her Flo. Very good Fry He looking pale as death said faintly no Pisa Faintly he then was willing Pier. Pray heare him out Fry Thrice tried he thrice cried no At which this Ladie Desperately snatching from her side two knives Had stab'd her selfe to th' heart but that we knit Our force against it what should I doe in this Not marry her or rob her of heavens blisse Which glory had bin greater to have tane A husband from her or to have seene her slaine Flo. Then you have married her Fry I have Pier. Brave girle Pisa I le cut that knot asunder with my sword Fry The hands which heaven hath joyn'd no man can part Fia. The hands they may but never shall the heart Flo. Why didst thou make to him thy promise then Fia. Women are borne but to make fooles of men She that 's made sure to him she loves not well Her banes are ask'd here but she wedds in hell Parents that match their children gainst their will Teach them not how to live but how to kill Flo. Parrot Parrot I le stop your prating breake into her chamber And lay the villaine bleeding at her feete Draw Fia. Villaine it is my husband Flo. Enter and kill him Pier. Enter but kill him he that dares I blush To see two Princes so degenerate Fia. Oh noble brother Pier. What would you have him doe He well deserves to have her to his wife Who gives to you a daughter her a life In sight of angels she to him was given So that in striking him you fight with heaven Flo. You see there is no remedie Pisa Troth none I threw at all and gamesters lucke all 's gone Farewell brave spirited girle he that gainst winde Fier and the sea law and a womans minde Strives is a foole that 's I I le now be wise And neuer more put trust in womans eyes Fia. I love thee for that word with-all my heart Flo. Will you come downe pray Fia. Sweare as you are a Duke Flo. Yet more a doe Pisa Will you not trust your father Fia. Why should I you see there is no trust i' th' daughter Sweare by your hopes of good you will not touch His naile to hurt him Flo. By my hopes I sweare Fia. And you too Pisa Yes what 's falling none can reare Fia. Wee come then noble friend flagg not thy wings In this warr I defie a campe of Kings Exit Enter Nicolletto Tibaldo Alphonsin Daariene Alissand Trebatio Flo. See see more shoales of friends most beauteous Ladies Faire welcomes to you all Nic. My Lord those tides Are turn'd these Ladies are transform'd to brides Flo. We heard the happy newes and therefore sent To marry joyes with joyes yours with our owne Yours I see prosper ours are overthrowne Nic. How meane you overthrowne Enter Angel Fiametta Flo. Your owne eyes shall be witnesse how nay nay pray rise I know your heart is up tho your knees downe Ang. All that we stand in feare of is your frowne Fia. And all deare father which I begge of you Is that you love this man but as I doe Flo. What begg you of this Prince Fia. That he would take One favour from me which my selfe shall make Pisa Pray let it be of willow Fia. Well then it shall Alph. Why willow is the noble Prince forsaken Pier. All womens faults one for another taken Alp. Now in good sooth my Lord shee has but vs'd you As watermen use their fares for shee look'd one way And row'd another you but wore her glove The hand was Angeloes and she dealt wisely Let woman ne're love man or if she doe Let him nere know it make him write waite woe Court cogge and curse and sweare and lie and pine Till Love bring him to death's doore else hee 's not mine That flesh eates sweetest that 's pick'd close to th' bone Water drinkes best that 's hew'd euen from the stone Men must be put to 't home Nico. He that loves ducking let him come learne of thee Flo. Shee has good skill At table will wee heare a full discourse Of all these changes and these Marriages Both how they shuffled cut and dealt about What cards are best after the trumpes were out Who plaid false play who true who sought to save An Ace i th' bottome and turn'd up a knave For Love is but a Card-play and all 's lost Vnlesse you cogg hee that pack's best wins must Alp. Since such good gamsters are together met As you like this wee 'le play another sett Exeunt FINIS