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The traytor A tragedie, vvritten by Iames Shirley. Acted by her Majesties Servants.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1635
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STC 22458; ESTC S117334
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THE TRAYTOR A TRAGEDIE VVRITTEN BY IAMES SHIRLEY ACTED By her Majesties Servants LONDON Printed for William Cooke and are to be sold at his Shop at Furnivals Inne-gate in Holborne 1635 TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE WILLIAM CAVENDISH Earle of New-Castle Viscount Mansfield Lord Boulsouer and Ogle My Lord THe Honour of your Name and cleerenesse of Soule which want no living Monuments in the heart of Princes have already made the Title of this Poëme innocent though not the Author who confesseth his guilt of a long ambition by some Service to be knowne to you and his boldnesse at last by this rude attempt to kisse your Lordships hands Fame with one breath hath possessed the world with your Lordships general knowledge excellēt Nature both an ornament to your blood in both you stand the rare and iustified example to our age To the last these cold papers addresse themselves which if with truce to your richer contemplations you vouchsafe to read and smile upon not onely they shall receive a life beyond what the Scene exactly gave them in the presentment rewarded with frequent applause but your Lordship shall infinitely honour him whose glory is to be mentioned The humblest of your Lordships Servants IAMES SHIRLY To my Friend Maister Iames Shirley the Authour FRiend how I haste into that name my quill Runs fraught with my whole soule and feares to spill One drop before it proud to have men know The glory of the name thou didst bestow And to derive Eternity thereto From this learn'd Worke which Marble could not doe Ambitious to posterity to send For light to both thy Traytor and thy Friend This and I 've sayd for Friend I stand not here To praise or in thy quarrell spend my ieere On some third man nor Court I I professe The humorous Reader into Gentlenesse No Friend thou Writ'st before thy selfe and when SHIRLEY is nam'd Praise is the same agen WILL ATKINS of Grayes Inne THE SCENE Florence The Persons Duke of Florence Lorenzo His Kinsman and Favorite Sciarrha Brother to Amidea Pisano Louer to Oriana Cosmo His freind Florio Sciarrhas brother Depazzi A creature of Lorenzos Frederico Noble-men Alonzo Petruchio Pisanoes Servant Rogero Page to Depazzi Gentlemen Servants Amidea Sciarrhas Sister Oriana Beloved of Pisano Morossa Her Mother Lust Pleasure Furies THE TRAYTOR Actus primus Enter Pisano and Petruchio Pisano Didst bid him come Pet. I did Pis. Goe backe agen And tell him I am gone abroad Pet. Hee 's here Enter Cosm. Already Sir Pis. Oh Cosmo Cos. Deare Pisano That I could let thee neerer into me My heart counts this embrace a distance yet Let us incorporate Pis. I was woing Cosmo My man to tell thee I was gone abroad Before thou cam'st Cos. How 's this your words and lookes Are strange and teach me to inferre I am Not welcome that on riper Counsell you Doe wish my absence Pis. What for telling truth Hee thus should ha but made thee fit to see Thy friend thou com'st with expectation To heare me talke sence dost not Cos. Yes Pis. La now And to discourse as I was wont of State Our friendship or of women no such matter Cos. This is more wild then usuall your language I not so cleere as it was wont it carries Not the same even thread although some words May knit the sence is scatterd Pis. Right right Cosmo The reason is I ha straggled And lost my selfe I know not where in what Part of the world and would not this be showne As well in him to ha prepar'd thee now Cos. What humour 's this Pisano I am yet to understand Pis. To understand why Cosmo Had I not chang'd my Dialect and Method What neede this tedious Apology That 's it I would have had thee knowne before Thou canst not understand me yet thou hast A name in Florence for a ripe young man Of nimble apprehension of a wise And spreading observation of whom Already our old men doe prophesie Good and great things worthy thy faire dimensions Cos. This is an argument above the rest Pisano is not well for being temperate He was not wont to flatter and abuse His friend Pis. Beside there is another reason Thou shouldst discover me at heart through all These mist thou art in love too and who cānot That feeles himselfe the heate but shrewdly guesse At every symptome of that Wanton Feaver Oh Cosmo Cos. What misfortune can approach Your happy love in fairest Amidea You have beene long contracted and have past The tedious hope Himen doth only waite An oportunity to light his torch Which will burne glorious at your nuptiall Let jealous lovers feare and feele what t is To languish talke away their blood and strength Question their unkinde starres you have game Before you sir Pis. Before mee where why dost Thou mock me Cosmo shee 's not heere Cos. It is No pilgrimage to travell to her lippe Pis. T is not for you Cos. How sir for mee y 'ave no Suspition I can be guilty of A treason to our friendship be so just If malice have been busie with my fame To let me know Pi. You hastily interpret Thy pardon I have onely errd but not With the least scruple of thy faith and honor To mee thou hast a noble Soule and lou'st mee Rather too well I would thou wert my enemy That wee had been borne in distant climes and never Tooke cement from our Simpathies in nature Would wee had never seene or knowne each other This may seeme strange from him that loves thee Cosmo More pretious then his life Cos. Love mee and wish This seperation Pis. I will give thee proofe So well I love thee nothing in the world Thy soule doth hartily affect but I Doe love it too does it not trouble thy Beleefe I weare not my owne heart about me But thine exchangd thy eyes let in my objects Thou hear'st for me talk'st kissest and enjoyst All my felicities Cos. What meanes this language Pis. But what 's all this to thee go to Oriana And bath thy lips in Rosy dew of kisses Renew thy eye that lookes as Saturne hung Upon the lid take in some golden beame Shee 'le dart a thousand at one glance and if At thy returne thou findst I have a being In this vaine world I le tell thee more Exit Cos. But sir you must not part so Pet. Not with my good will I have no great ambition to be mad Cos. Petruchio let mee conjure thee tell What weight hangs on thy Masters heart why does he Appeare so full of trouble Pet. D' ee not guesse Cos. Point at the cause I cannot Pet. Why he loves Cos. The beauteous Amidea I know that Pet. Some such thing was but you are his friend my Lord His soule is now devoted to Oriana And he will dye for her if this Ague hold him Cos. Ha Pet. Your doublet pinch you Sir I cannot tel But nere a woman in the world should make Me hang my selfe it