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The history of Antonio and Mellida. The first part. As it hath beene sundry times acted, by the children of Paules. Written by I.M.; Antonio and Mellida. Part 1
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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vowe O let our house Be euen commaunded staind and trampled on As worthlesse rubbish of nobilitie And. Then here Piero is Andrugios head Royally casked in a helme of steele Giue me thy loue and take it My dauntlesse soule Hath that vnbounded vigor in his spirits That it can beare more ranke indignitie With lesse impatience then thy cancred hate Can sting and venome his vntainted worth With the most viperous sound of malice Strike O let no glimse of honour light thy thoughts If there be any heat of royall breath Creeping in thy vaines O stifle it Be still thy selfe bloodie and trecherous Fame not thy house with an admired acte Of princely pittie Piero I am come To soyle thy house with an eternall blot Of sauage crueltie strike or bid me strike I pray my death that thy nere dying shame Might liue immortall to posteritie Come be a princely hangman stoppe my breath O dread thou shame no more then I dread death Pie We are amaz'd our royall spirits numm'd In stiffe astonisht wonder at thy prowesse Most mightie valiant and high towring heart We blush and turne our hate vpon our selues For hating such an vnpeer'd excellence I ioy my state him whome I loath'd before That now I honour loue nay more adore ¶ The still Flutes sound a mournfull Cynet Enter a Cosin But stay what tragick spectacle appeares Whose bodie beare you in that mournefull hearse Lu. The breathlesse trunke of young Antonio Mell. Antonio aye me my Lord my loue my And. Sweete pretious issue of most honor'd blood Rich hope ripe vertue O vntimely losse Come hither friend Pree doe not weepe Why I am glad hee 's deade he shall not see His fathers vanquisht by his enemie Euen in princely honour nay pree speake How dy'd the wretched boy Lu. My Lord And. I hope he dyed yet like my sonne ifaith Lu. Alas my Lord And. He died vnforst I trust and valiantly Lu. Poore gentleman being And. Did his hand shake or his eye looke dull His thoughts reele fearefull when he struck the stroke And if they did I le rend them out the hearse Rip vp his cearecloth mangle his bleake face That when he comes to heauen the powers diuine Shall nere take notice that he was my sonne I le quite disclaime his birth nay pree speake And t were not hoopt with steel my brest wold break Mel. O that my spirit in a sigh could mount Into the Spheare where thy sweet soule doth rest Pie O that my teares bedeawing thy wan cheeke Could make new spirit sprout in thy could blood Bal. Verely he lookes as pittifully as a poore Iohn as I am true knight I could weepe like a ston'd horse And. Villaine t is thou hast murdred my sonne Thy vnrelenting spirit thou black dogge That took'st no passion of his fatall loue Hath forst him giue his life vntimely end Pie Oh that my life her loue my dearest blood Would but redeeme one minute of his breath Ant. I seize that breath Stād not amaz'd great states I rise from death that neuer liu'd till now Piero keepe thy vowe and I enioy More vnexpressed height of happinesse Then power of thought can reach if not loe here There stands my toumbe and here a pleasing stage Most wisht spectators of my Tragedie To this end haue I fain'd that her faire eye For whome I liu'd might blesse me ere I die Mell Can breath depaint my vncōceiued thoughts Can words describe my infinite delight Of seeing thee my Lord Antonio O no conceipt breath passion words be dumbe Whil'st I instill the deawe of my sweete blisse In the soft pressure of a melting kisse Sic sic iuuat ire sub vmbras Pie Faire sonne now I le be proud to call thee sonne Enioy me thus my verie breast is thine Possesse me freely I am wholly thine Ant. Deare father And. Sweet son sweet son I can speake no more My ioyes passion flowes aboue the shoare And choakes the current of my speach Pie Young Florence prince to you my lips must beg For a remittance of your interest Gal. In your faire daughter with all my thought So helpe me faith the naked truth I le vnfold He that was nere hot will soone be cold Pie No man els makes claime vnto her Matz. The valiant speake truth in briefe no Bal. Trulie for sir Ieffrey Balurdo he disclaimes to haue had anie thing in her Pie Then here I giue her to Antonio Royall valiant most respected prince Let 's clippe our hands I le thus obserue my vowe I promis'd twentie thousand double Pistolets With the indeering to my dearest loue To him that brought thy head thine be the golde To solemnize our houses vnitie My loue be thine the all I haue be thine Fill vs fresh wine the forme wee le take by this Wee le drinke a health while they two sip a kisse Now there remaines no discord that can sound Harsh accents to the eare of our accord So please your neece to match Ross. Troth vncle when my sweet fac't cuz hath tolde me how she likes the thing call'd wedlock may be I le take a suruey of the checkroll of my seruants he that hath the best parts of I le pricke him downe for my husband Bal. For passion of loue now remember me to my mistresse Lady Rossaline when she is pricking down the good parts of her seruants As I am true knight I grow stiffe I shall carry it Pie I will Sound Lidian wires once make a pleasing note On Nectar streames of your sweete ayres to flote Ant. Here ends the comick crosses of true loue Oh may the passage most succesfull proue FINIS Epilogus GEntlemen though I remaine an armed Epilogue I stand not as a peremptory chalenger of desert either for him that composed the Comedy or for vs that acted it but a most submissiue supplyant for both What imperfection you haue seene in vs leaue with vs wee le amend it what hath pleased you take with you cherish it You shall not be more ready to embrace any thing cōmendable then we will endeauour to amend all things reproueable What we are is by your fauour What we shall be rests all in your applausiue incouragements Exit
out Antonio stayes Mellida the rest Exeunt An. What meanes these scattred looks why tremble you Why quake your thoughts in your distracted eyes Collect your spirits Madam what doe you see Dost not beholde a ghost Look look where he stalks wrapt vp in clouds of grief Darting his sowle vpon thy wondring eyes Looke he comes towards thee see he stretcheth out His wretched armes to girt thy loued waste With a most wisht embrace see'st him not yet Nor yet Ha Mellida thou well maist erre For looke he walkes not like Antonio Like that Antonio that this morning shone In glistering habilliments of armes To seize his loue spight of her fathers spite But like himselfe wretched and miserable Banisht forlorne despairing strook quite through With sinking griefe rowld vp in seauen-fould doubles Of plagues vanquishable harke he speakes to thee Mell. Alas I can not heare nor see him Anto. Why al this night about the roome he stalkt And groand and houl'd with raging passion To view his loue life blood of all his hopes Crowne of his fortunes clipt by strangers armes Looke but behinde thee Mel. O Antonio my Lord my Loue my An. Leaue passion sweet for time place aire earth Are all our foes feare and be iealous faire Le ts fly Mell. Deare heart ha whether Anto. O t is no matter whether but le ts fly Ha! now I thinke on t I haue nere a home No father friend no country to imbrace These wretched limbes the world the All that is Is all my foe a prince not worth a doite Onelie my head is hoised to high rate Worth twentie thousand double Pistolets To him that can but strike it from these shoulders But come sweete creature thou shalt be my home My father country riches and my friend My all my soule and thou and I will liue Le ts thinke like what and thou and I will liue Like vnmatcht mirrors of calamitie The iealous eare of night eaue-drops our talke Holde thee ther 's a iewell look thee ther 's a note That will direct thee when where how to fly Bid me adieu Mell. Farewell bleak misery Anto. Stay sweet le ts kisse before you goe Mel. Farewell deare soule Anto. Farewell my life my heart ACTVS TERTIVS ¶ Enter Andrugio in armour Lucio with a sheepeheard gowne in his hand and a Page Andr. IS not yon gleame the shuddering morne that flakes With siluer tinctur the east vierge of heauen Lu. I thinke it is so please your excellence Andr. Away I haue no excellence to please Pree obserue the custome of the world That onely flatters greatnesse States exalts And please my excellence O Lucio Thou hast bin euer held respected deare Euen pretious to Andrugios in most loue Good flatter not Nay if thou giu'st not faith That I am wretched O read that read that Piero Sforza to the Italian Princes fortune EXCELLENT the iust ouerthrowe Andrugio tooke in the Venetian gulfe hath so assured the Genowaies of the iustice of his cause and the hatefulnesse of his person that they haue banisht him and all his family and for confirmation of their peace with vs haue vowed that if he or his sonne can be attached to send vs both their heads Wee therefore by force of our vnited league forbid you to harbour him or his blood but if you apprehend his person we intreat you to send him or his head to vs For wee vowe by the honour of our blood to recompence any man that bringeth his head with twentie thousand double Pistolets and the indeering to our choysest loue From Venice PIERO SFORZA Andr. My thoughts are fixt in contemplation Why this huge earth this monstrous animal That eates her children should not haue eyes ears Philosophie maintaines that Natur 's wise And formes no vselesse or vnperfect thing Did Nature make the earth or the earth Nature For earthly durt makes all things makes the man Moulds me vp honour and like a cunning Dutchmā Paints me a puppit euen with seeming breath And giues a sot appearance of a soule Goe to goe to thou liest Philosophy Nature formes things vnperfect vselesse vaine Why made she not the earth with eyes and eares That she might see desert and heare mens plaints That when a soule is splitted sunke with griefe He might fall thus vpon the breast of earth And in her eare halloo his misery Exclaming thus O thou all bearing earth Which men doe gape for till thou cramst their mouths And choakst their throts with dust O chaune thy brest And let me sinke into thee Looke who knocks Andrugio cals But O she 's deafe and blinde A wretch but leane reliefe on earth can finde Lu. Sweet Lord abandon passion and disarme Since by the fortune of the tumbling sea We are rowl'd vp vpon the Venice marsh Le ts clip all fortune least more lowring fate And. More lowring fate O Lucio choak that breath Now I defie chaunce Fortunes browe hath frown'd Euen to the vtmost wrinkle it can bend Her venom 's spit Alas what country rests What sonne what comfort that she can depriue Tryumphes not Venice in my ouerthrow Gapes not my natiue country for my blood Lies not my sonne tomb'd in the swelling maine And yet more lowring fate There 's nothing left Vnto Andrugio but Andrugio And that nor mischief force distresse nor hel can take Fortune my fortunes not my minde shall shake Lu. Speake like your selfe but giue me leaue my Lord To wish your safetie If you are but seene Your armes display you therefore put them off And take And. Would'st thou haue me go vnarm'd among my foes Being besieg'd by passion entring lists To combat with despaire and mightie griefe My soule beleaguerd with the crushing strength Of sharpe impatience Ha Lucio goe vnarm'd Come soule resume the valour of thy brith My selfe my selfe will dare all opposits I le muster forces an vnuanquisht power Cornets of horse shall presse th' vngratefull earth This hollow wombed masse shall inly grone And murmur to sustaine the waight of armes Gastly amazement with vpstarted haire Shall hurry on before and vsher vs Whil'st trumpets clamour with a sound of death Lu. Peace good my Lord your speach is al too light Alas suruey your fortunes looke what 's left Of all your forces and your vtmost hopes A weake old man a Page and your poore selfe And. Andrugio liues and a faire cause of armes Why that 's an armie all inuincible He who hath that hath a battalion Royal armour of proofe huge troups of barbed steeds Maine squares of pikes millions of harguebush O a faire cause stands firme and will abide Legions of Angels fight vpon her side Lu. Then noble spirit slide in strange disguise Vnto some gratious Prince and soiourne there Till time and fortune giue reuenge firme meanes And. No I le not trust the honour of a man Golde is growne great and makes perfidiousnesse A common water in most Princes Courts He 's in the Chekle-roule I le