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
time to come Piero Sforza slewe Andrugio's sonne Fla. I but my Lord your daughter Pie I I my good wench she is safe enough Fla. O then my Lord you know she 's run away Pie Run away away how run away Fla. She 's vanisht in an instante none knowes whether Pie Pursue pursue fly run post scud away ¶ Feliche sing And was not good king Salomon Fly call run rowe ride cry shout hurry haste Haste hurry shoute cry ride rowe run call fly Backward and forward euery way about Maldetta fortuna chy condura sorta Che faro che diro pur fugir tanto mal Cast. T was you that struck me euen now was it not Fel. It was I that struck you euen now Cast. You bastinadoed me I take it Fel. I bastinadoed you and you tooke it Cast. Faith sir I haue the richest Tobacco in the court for you I would be glad to make you satisfaction if I haue wronged you I would not the Sun should set vpon your anger giue me your hand Fel. Content faith so thou 'lt breede no more such lies I hate not man but mans lewd qualities ACTVS QVARTVS ¶ Enter Antonio in his sea gowne running Ant. STOP stop Antonio stay Antonio Vaine breath vaine breath Antonio 's lost He can not finde himselfe not seize himselfe Alas this that you see is not Antonio His spirit houers in Piero's Court Hurling about his agill faculties To apprehend the sight of Mellida But poore poore soule wanting apt instruments To speake or see stands dumbe and blinde sad spirit Roul'd vp in gloomie clouds as black as ayer Through which the rustie coach of Night is drawne T is so I le giue you instance that t is so Conceipt you me As hauing clasp't a rose Within my palme the rose being tane away My hand retaines a little breath of sweete So may mans trunke his spirit slipt awaie Holds still a faint perfume of his sweet ghest T is so for when discursiue powers flie out And rome in progresse through the boūds of heauen The soule it selfe gallops along with them As chiefetaine of this winged troope of thought Whilst the dull lodge of spirit standeth waste Vntill the soule returne from What wa st I said O this is naught but speckling melancholie I haue beene That Morpheus tender skinp Cosen germane Beare with me good Mellida clod vpon clod thus fall Hell is beneath yet heauen is ouer all ¶ Enter Andrugio Lucio Cole and Norwod And. Come Lucio le ts goe eat what hast thou got Rootes rootes alas they are seeded new cut vp O thou hast wronged Nature Lucio But bootes not much thou but pursu'st the world That cuts off vertue fore it comes to growth Least it should seed and so orerun her sonne Dull pore-blinde error Giue me water boy There is no poison in 't I hope they say That lukes in massie plate and yet the earth Is so infected with a generall plague That hee 's most wise that thinks there 's no man foole Right prudent that esteemes no creature iust Great policy the least things to mistrust Giue me Assay How we mock greatnesse now Lu. A strong conceipt is rich so most men deeme If not to be t is comfort yet to seeme And. Why man I neuer was a Prince till now T is not the bared pate the bended knees Guilt tipstaues Tyrrian purple chaires of state Troopes of pide butterflies that flutter still In greatnesse summer that confirme a prince T is not the vnsauory breath of multitudes Showting and clapping with confused dinne That makes a Prince No Lucio he 's a king A true right king that dares doe aught saue wrong Feares nothing mortall but to be vniust Who is not blowne vp with the flattering puffes Of spungy Sycophants Who stands vnmou'd Despight the iustling of opinion Who can enioy himselfe maugre the throng That striue to presse his quiet out of him Who sits vpon Ioues footestoole as I doe Adoring not affecting maiestie Whose brow is wreathed with the siluer crowne Of cleare content this Lucio is a king And of this empire euery man 's possest That 's worth his soule Lu. My Lord the Genowaies had wont to say And. Name not the Genowaies that very word Vnkings me quite makes me vile passions slaue O you that made open the glibbery Ice Of vulgar fauour viewe Andrugio Was neuer Prince with more applause confirm'd With louder shouts of tryumph launched out Into the surgy maine of gouernment Was neuer Prince with more despight cast out Left shipwrackt banisht on more guiltlesse ground O rotten props of the craz'd multitude How you stil double faulter vnder the lightest chance That straines your vaines Alas one battle lost Your whorish loue your drunken healths your houts and shouts Your smooth God saue 's and all your diuels last That tempts our quiet to your hell of throngs Spit on me Lucio for I am turnd slaue Obserue how passion domineres ore me Lu. No wonder noble Lord hauing lost a sonne A country crowne and And. I Lucio hauing lost a sonne a sonne A country house crowne sonne O lares misereri lares Which shall I first deplore My sonne my sonne My deare sweete boy my deare Antonio Ant. Antonio And. I eccho I I meane Antonio Ant. Antonio who meanes Antonio Ant. Where art what art know'st thou Antonio Ant. Yes And. Liues hee Ant. No And. Where lies hee deade Ant. Here And. Where Ant. Here Andr. Art thou Antonio Ant. I thinke I am And. Dost thou but think What dost not know thy selfe Ant. He is a foole that thinks he knowes himselfe And. Vpon thy faith to heauen giue thy name Ant. I were not worthy of Andrugio's blood If I denied my name 's Antonio And. I were not worthy to be call'd thy father If I denied my name Andrugio And dost thou liue O let me kisse thy cheeke And deaw thy browe with trickling drops of ioy Now heauens will be done for I haue liu'd To see my ioy my sonne Antonio Giue my thy hand now fortune doe thy worst His blood that lapt thy spirit in the wombe Thus in his loue will make his armes thy tombe Ant. Blesse not the bodie with your twining armes Which is accurst of heauen O what black sinne Hath bin committed by our auntient house Whose scalding vengeance lights vpon our heads That thus the world and fortune casts vs out As loathed obiects ruines branded slaues And. Doe not expostulate the heauens will But O remember to forget thy selfe Forget remembrance what thou once hast bin Come creepe with me from out this open ayre Euen trees haue tongues and will betray our life I am a raising of our house my boy Which fortune will not enuie t is so meane And like the world all durt there shalt thou rippe The inwards of thy fortunes in mine eares Whilst I sit weeping blinde with passions teares Then I le begin and wee le such order keepe That one shall still tell greefes the
a rare Scene of folly if the plat could beare it Bal. By the suger-candy sky holde vp the glasse higher that I may see to sweare in fashion O one loofe more would ha made them shine gods neakes they would haue shone like my mystresse browe Euen so the Duke frownes for all this Cursond world oh that gerne kils it kils By my golden What 's the richest thing about me Dil. Your teeth Bal. By my golden teeth hold vp that I may put in hold vp I say that I may see to put on my gloues Dil. O delicious sweet cheekt master if you discharge but one glance from the leuell of that set face O you will strike a wench you le make any wench loue you Balur. By Iesu I think I am as elegant a Courtier as How lik'st thou my suite Catz. All beyond all no peregal you are wondred at for an asse Bal. Well Dildo no christen creature shall knowe hereafter what I will doe for thee heretofore Ros. Here wants a little white Flauia Dil. I but master you haue one little falt you sleepe open mouth'd Ball Pewe thou iestst In good sadnesse I le haue a looking glasse nail'd to the the testarn of the bed that I may see when I sleep whether t is so or not take heed you lye not goe to take heede you lie not Fla. By my troth you looke as like the princesse now I but her lip is lip is a little redder a very little redder but by the helpe of Art or Nature ere I chāge my perewigge mine shall be as red Fla. O I that face that eye that smile that writhing of your bodie that wanton dandling of your fan becoms prethely so sweethly t is euen the goodest Ladie that breathes the most amiable Faith the fringe of your sattin peticote is ript Good faith madam they say you are the most bounteous Lady to your women that euer O most delitious beautie Good Madam let me kith it ¶ Enter Piero Feli. Rare sport rare sport A female foole and a female flatterer Ross. Bodie a mee the Duke away the glasse Pie Take vp your paper Rossaline Rossa. Not mine my Lord Pie Not yours my Ladie I le see what t is Bal. And how does my sweete mistresse O Ladie deare euen as t is an olde say T is an old horse can neither wighy nor wagge his taile euen so doe I holde my set face still euen so t is a bad courtier that can neither discourse nor blow his nose Pie Meet me at Abrahams the Iewes where I bought my Amazons disguise A shippe lies in the port ready bound for England make haste come priuate ¶ Enter Castilio Forobosco Antonio Forobosco Alberto Feliche Castilio Balurdo run keepe the Palace post to the ports goe to my daughters chamber whether now scud to the Iewes stay runne to the gates stop the gundolets let none passe the marsh doe all at once Antonio his head his head Keep you the Court the rest stand still or runne or goe or shoute or search or scud or call or hang or doe doe doe su su su somthing I know not who who who what I do do do nor who who who where I am O trista traditriche rea ribalda fortuna Negando mi vindetta mi causa fera morte Fel. Ha ha ha I could breake my splene at his impatience Anto. Alma gratiosa fortuna siane fauor evole Et fortunati siano vnoti del mia dulce Mellida Mellida Mel. Alas Antonio I haue lost thy note A number mount my staires I le straight returne Fel. Antonio Be not affright sweete Prince appease thy feare Buckle thy spirits vp put all thy wits In wimble action or thou art surpriz'd Anto. I care not Fel. Art mad or desperate or Anto. Both both all all I pree thee let mee ly Spight of you all I can and I will dy Fel. You are distraught O this is madnesse breath An. Each man take hence life but no man death Hee 's a good fellow and keepes open house A thousand thousand waies lead to his gate To his wide mouth'd porch when niggard life Hath but one little little wicket through We wring our selues into this wretched world To pule and weepe exclaime to curse and raile To fret and ban the fates to strike the earth As I doe now Antonio curse thy birth And die Fel. Nay heauen 's my comfort now you are peruerse You know I alwaies lou'd you pree liue Wilt thou strike deade thy friends drawe mourning teares An. Alas Feliche I ha nere a friend No country father brother kinsman left To weepe my fate or sigh my funerall I roule but vp and downe and fill a seat In the darke caue of dusky misery Feli. Fore heauen the Duke comes hold you take my key Slinke to my chamber looke you that is it There shall you finde a suite I wore at sea Take it and slippe away Nay pretious If you le be peeuish by this light I le sweare Thou rail'dst vpon thy loue before thou dyedst And call'd her strumpet Ant. Shee le not credit thee Fel. Tut that 's all one I le defame thy loue And make thy deade trunke held in vile regard Ant. Wilt needs haue it so why then Antonio Viue esperanza in despetto dell fato ¶ Enter Piero Galeatzo Matzagente Forobosco Balurdo and Castilio with weapons Piero O my sweet Princes was 't not brauely found Euen there I found the note euen there it lay I kisse the place for ioy that there it lay This way he went here let vs make a stand I le keepe this gate my selfe O gallant youth I le drinke carouse vnto your countries health ¶ Enter Antonio Euen in Antonio's scull Bal. Lord blesse vs his breath is more fearefull then a Sergeants voice when he cries I arrest Ant. Stoppe Antonio keepe keepe Antonio Piero Where where man where Ant. Here here let me me pursue him downe the marsh Pie Hold there 's my signet take a gundelet Bring me his head his head and by mine honour I le make thee the wealthiest Mariner that breathes Anto. I le sweate my bloode out till I haue him safe Pie Speake heartily ifaith good Mariner O wee will mount in tryumph soone at night I le set his head vp Le ts thinke where Bal. Vp on his shoulders that 's the fittest place for it If it be not as fit as if it were made for them say Balurdo thou art a sot an asse ¶ Enter Mellida in Pages attire dauncing Pie Sprightly ifaith In troth he 's somwhat like My daughter Mellida but alas poore soule Her honour heeles god knowes are halfe so light Mel. Escap't I am spite of my fathers spight Pie Ho this will warme my bosome ere I sleepe ¶ Enter Flauia running Fla. O my Lord your daughter Pie I I my daughter 's safe enough I warrant thee This vengeance on the boy will lengthen out My daies vnmeasuredly It shall be chronicled