is but a longer sleepe Sf. Pretty Philosophy goe boy goe sleepe Sx. Enioy the good thou sing'st this boy can sleepe Sleepe quietly and sing himselfe asleepe Making that gentle Rest vnto his Song But I le goe read what haue we here a Map Welcome thou liuely picture of the world Now I le peruse my large Dominions What a vast compasse they doe fill in thee How Poe is wearied with his tedious course But running onely through our Continent Ha! where is Poe which is our Continent If that my eyes deceiue me not I see My Empire is compriz'd within my nayle What a poore point I me Master of a blot Made by the swiftest tincture of the Inke But what did this point cost me this small blot My innocence my conscience my soule I kill'd a Nephew to obtaine this blot O horrid purchase all this toyle this guilt For so despis'd a Nothing let me see Here is no roome to sit to walke to stand In all my land I cannot place my selfe Nor be at all where I would be the Duke But the sad tapers doe deny their light And stranger fire supplyes an horrid day Of Lightning help vs heau'n make vs confess Ascendit vmb. Galeaz There is a Power in your Mercy too Vmb. Is then a time when all our time is spent That thou of vs shouldst feare a punishment O happy purchas'd priuacy to haue The free possession of an humble graue Wu't poyson vs from that why starest thou so We doe not shunne a kinsman but a foe Beleeue it Sforza I am a neer ghost Nor is our kindred by thy murther lost Rayse thy cheer'd looke see Galeazzo here Traitor and coward does thy faint breast feare The shadow which is made or is a soule Vncloath'd of Earth more abled to controle Him that vncloth'd it Then I see to dye Is more to right then suffer iniury Know I am still thy Prince and if that man In such a Miracle of villaine can At last be sound in this thy manhood show That thou darst heare thy doome of ouerthrow Sf. Villaine be dumbe we are too tamely mild That deadmen dare affront vs assume flesh And we will make a second ghost of thee Vmb. Thy threats are Ayre like vs but to goe on In curse now that thy wisdome hopes vpon A ioy in vnmolested royalty Now shalt thou haue onely a certainty Of high vnhappinesse and be vndone Losing thy rule no better then t was wonne Fetters shall bind thy legs not Crownes thy head And as a curst beast is prohibited From common shew so thou of beasts the worst Must die imprison'd and what 's most accurst Obey to death all comforts tane away Rob'd of the light and the sweet heau'n of day Then flatter not thy miseries to know Is not to hinder Fate fall shalt thou low Sinke to despaire despaire to nought and dy Then lower fall and then as low as I Descendit vmb. Sinke into earth and doe not reach thy hell Propheticke bubble might thy threats proue true For we could wish the death that thou foretell'st That our feirce shadow might pursue thee still To fright thy Ghost to nothing O weake Heau'ns VVas this a terror for a man to send A Bug-beare fram'd out of the empty Ayre This does confirme not fright vs this might be A terror to my picture not to me Scena secunda Caiazzo Cai IT must succeed Fortune may shew her spite Her pow'r she cannot in the houre I 'me made A Princes Lord or murtherer I 'ue plac'd Close at the outward doore Sanseuerin That if successe doe crowne my hopes his cares May giue me safety with my happinesse That I be not surpris'd but if I faile I haue in ioyn'd him on the noyse he heares Straight to goe call the Duke enter hither Ent Isob. Madame t is done and now the guilty head Which whilst it stood made all to feare their head Who durst affirme it did vsurpe a crowne Most humbly bends and offers it to you Is. Which I accept but for no other end Then to reuenge his death base wretch on thee If that head be not planted there 't shall off You shall inioy your Masters death Cai. How 's this Is this a loue-tricke Lady I had thought After your thankes parted twixt heau'n and me You would with greedinesse haue giu'n your selfe To him that gaue you your desires Is. Fond thought Dost thinke I de loue a man that kils a man Make him my Prince who hath dispatcht his owne Was Treason euer Preface vnto Loue Hadst thou monopoliz'd perfection And shar'd a thousand Cupids in each eye I would contemne the proudest of their shafts And giue thee onely what is due Disdaine Cai. You le vrge me to iust vengeance doe you heare Madam ingratitude quickly professe That this harsh language was but a wise baite To make him faster who was sure before Or I professe I le ioyne your death with his With thy loath'd Sforza Is. I beleeue thee now And trust me so beleeue that I could thanke thee I loue thy cruelty though not thy person Cai. Hath death so little horror well I le doe What shall inforce you to desire a death This ponyards point shall naile thee to the earth Strucke through thy armes where doe not hope vp A noble rauisher my swarty slaues Slaues hated of their fellow Black a mores Shall on thy Honors ruine tyre then Lust And kill thee in thy loathfull suffering Ent. Sforza Sanseuerin Belgiosa What dare you struggle A rape a rape O my good Lord you come in such a time As I could wish for for this houre or more This wicked woman hath beene wooing me To murther your most sacred Maiesty And for reward hath promis'd me herselfe Together with the Duchy my good Lord In detestation of such treachery I gaue her some harsh answers with which mou'd She vs'd a womans craft and cry'd a Rape Is this truth Isabella see shee 's dumbe Haue I then liu'd to haue you seeke my death A Cosin-Traitor yet you shall not dy Nor know another prison then my Court I loue to see my Murtherer O heau'ns Why should I feare to kill her yet t is reason Who is no true Prince can ne'er punish treason Cai And I shall take you at your word deare Sforza Ex. Scena tertia Iuliano Picinino Pic IT cannot be good Iulian no more I doe not loue these ouer-earnest dreames The French inuade vs when their iolly King With limber slaues does onely mocke a warre Which like so many reeds against a stone Punish their owne attempt with their owne ruine Breaking themselues not armors when we know The Court is lost in Masks reality Is so farre fled since the last victory That we may thinke the Court it selfe a maske Aeternall Musicke reuells without end Tire the too-much delighted souldier Whose armes haue now forgot their ancient vse His spirits onely actiue in his heeles And canst thou thinke they le dance
has nimblest operation Whose liquor cast vpon the face of man Straight dulls him to an euerlasting sleepe Sf. Is this the liquor of Aeternity Vitellio fals as dead Then take thy Lethe and goe sleepe for euer Mal. I am deceiu'd or esse this is the place Enter Malas Which Sforza chooseth when he is alone Yes this is it Sf. What Malatesta come What Deuill brought him hither O crosse starres Be sudden Sforza now or thou art lost He must beleeue our guilt was accident He falls vpon Vitellio Speake my Vitellio O tune thy lips But to one syllable but to one groane And I am satisfi'd Mal. What fight is here Vitellio dead and Sforza tur'nd a Mourner Sf. Shouldst thou dye thus how would my name be soyld For though I am at guiltlesse of thy death As Innocence or if there be a name That hath lesse beeing yet the enuious world Will quit curst Fortune of so great a crime And giue it me yet speake Mal. I' me bold my Lord To aske your Honor when this dismall chance First frighted Heau'n Sf. Now Malatesta now When could vnhappinesse raigne so but now As if he meant to be before his Lord He had no sooner told the Prince must dye But he straight dy'd Mal. Then courage my good Lord Since it is thus make the best vse of it For now you need not feare to be reueal'd When one mouth 's stopt and th' other is your owne But since your last retyrement we haue beene Instructed by the speed of frequent Poasts Of the a riuall of the King of France Sf. With thankes a while my Malatesta leaue vs Ex. Why should we longer thinke of other pow'rs And not bring offrings now to our owne braine Which giues vs Agents of all kinds of men And Kings as well as poys'ners this wise King Must trouble Naples who would trouble vs Diuert inuasions which are yet not made And thus our ends are cheapely brought about We onely at the charge of plott they fight And Galiazzo dyes whom either King Were they not thus intangled would preserue We shall be conquerors without fighting thus And their poore swords shall cut a way for vs Surgio Vitellio I 'me for you France Vit. And I am for you Sforza Not poyson'd yet vnlesse 't were by thy teares The other liquor had an Antidote Happy suspect had I beene credulous And thought his loue as free as it would seeme I had not beene distrust has ransom'd me But Malatesta is intrapp'd I know Sforza for nothing did not aske the skill My equall villaine perishes and I Thus being accessary to his death May sinne to Innocence by poasting off The Princes fate to him whilst a disguise Shall keepe aliue the fame that I am dead And thus halfe truth shall come to light and I Be wisely cleer'd by double villany Ex. Scena quinta Caiazzo Sanseuerin Maluezzo Sans. AS I am noble 't was a glorious sight To see two Princes in their State at once As if two Sunnes had harmlesly conspir'd To beautifie and not to fright the Heau'ns Why should the formall nicety of State Debarre these often enteruiews I thinke They would be medicine against Tyranny For when a Prince sees all things vnder him Heads of eternall nakednesse and men That make their glory of their seruitude He thinkes hee 's vncontroulable that none Without a saucy imputation Dares warne him to his duty but suppose An equall Maiesty should once become His vsuall obiect one whose vncheck't blood Runnes full as high as his then he does learne That ther 's a Common-wealth of Princes too Not one sole Monarch Cai. Yet Sanseuerin If you obseru'd some clouds obscur'd both Sunnes For when they smil'd most freely and exprest Their neerest friendship by a strict embrace They lookt so iealously as if they fear'd A closer stab and then the King tooke leaue With that excesse of hast that one would thinke After this eager preparation He did intend his iourney to leaue vs Not to winne Naples Mal. 'T is a dangerous time And yet I seeme to crosse the truth I speake When I not feare to call 't a dangerous time Sforza is ouer-wise and so attempts Vpon the confidence of his owne braine A braine though wise yet I may safely say Within the possibilitie of error Things that can onely hap by miracle To any good Sans. Why what can happen ill Feare you a warre and what 's to be fear'd there Least that a mortall dy least that the life Due to a knotty gout or grating stone Haue a more easie period by the sword Let them feare warre who feare to see their gold Lest that the Sunne should haue a sight with them Holding so much of Earth th' are turn'd to it Who haue no more life then their durty akers Men I may say in the worst part of men And why like these runne we an idle race Of threescore yeares and then sneake to a Death Whilst souldiers master their mortality And dye by men if that at all they dye Malvezzo know when all things sifted are Peace onely pleaseth them that ne're knew warre Actus secundi Scena prima Iuliano Picinino Iul. HEard you the generall whisp'ring Pic. No what i st Iul. The Duke is ill Pic. And doe they whisper that Iul. Yes and they say he has strange fits Pic. How strange Is poyson strange in Italy why know As Princes liue aboue the vulgar so Their death has a Prerogatiue meane men May dreame away their time to fourescore yeares And when their rotten ioynts drop to their dust Onely some triuiall infirmity A Palsie or an Ague beares the blame But 't is not State for Princes to be old And yet they must not be suppos'd to dye By the respectlesse treason of disease But by some strange vnheard-of accident That Fate did neuer dreame of but no more You know Vitellio and the height of grace Sforza has shew'd him 't is suspitious When wisedome flatters villany then come Let vs be priuate and discourse some treason Enter after solemne Musick Sforza Sanseuerin Caiazzo and Souldiers when after some priuate whisp'ring they depart seuerall waies Iul. But stay my Picinino who are here Pic. O the grand favorite Sanseuerin A most full bubble valiant vanity That in high termes can sweare downe fortresses Blow away Armies with a pow'rfull breath And spoyle the enemy before he sees him But when he comes to action lye as still As in the tale that lumpish King of Frogs Which Ioue did giue them in his merriment Were tilting valour I ne're knew a man Of larger worth could he but breake the rankes Of enemies aswell as he does speares Millan ne're saw a brauer Generall But there 's his brother too Iul. I that 's the man Pic. T is wonder we can know so much of him He that can sound the depth of that sly braine Has a large plummet trust me Iulian An hundred Lawyers make vp that one head And scarcely too
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