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The Duke of Millaine A tragædie. As it hath beene often acted by his Maiesties seruants, at the blacke Friers. Written by Philip Massinger Gent.
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Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.
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1623
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consent of all the Starrs Confer'd vpon mankind Marc. My worthiest Lord The onely obiect I behold with pleasure My pride my glory in a word my all Beare witnesse Heauen that I esteeme my selfe In nothing worthy of the meanest praise You can bestow vnlesse it be in this That in my heart I loue and honor you And but that it would smell of arrogance To speake my strong desire and zeale to serue you I then could say these eyes yet neuer saw The rising Sun but that my vowes and prayers Were sent to Heauen for the prosperitie And safety of my Lord Nor haue I euer Had other studie but how to appeare Worthy your fauour and that my embraces Might yeeld a fruitfull Haruest of content For all your noble trauaile in the purchase Of her that 's still your seruant By these lips Which pardon mee that I presume to kisse Sfo. O sweare for euer sweare Marce. I ne're will seeke Delight but in your pleasure and desire When you are seated with all Earthly glories And age and honours make you fit for Heauen That one Graue may receiue vs Sf. 'T is belieu'd Belieu'd my blest One Mari. How she winds her selfe Into his Soule Sf. Sit all Let others feed On those grosse Cates while Sforza banquets with Immortall Viands tane in at his Eyes I could liue euer thus Command the Eunuch To sing the Dittie that I last compos'd In prayse of my Marcelia From whence Ent. Post Post From Pauie my dread Lord Sf. Speake is all lost Post The Letter will informe you Fran. How his Hand shakes As he receiues it Mari. This is some allay To his hot passion Sf. Though it bring death I le read it May it please your Excellence to vnderstand that the verie houre I wrot this I heard a bold defiance deliuered by a Herald from the Emperor which was chearefully receiu'd by the King of France The battailes being readie to ioyne and the Vantguard committed to my charge inforces me to end abruptly Your Highnesse humble Seruant Gaspero Readie to ioyne By this then I am nothing Or my Estate secure Marc. My Lord Sf. To doubt Is worse then to haue lost And to despaire Is but to antidate those miseries That must fall on vs All my hopes depending Vpon this battailes fortune In my Soule Me thinkes there should be that Imperious power By supernaturall not vsuall meanes T' informe me what I am The cause consider'd Why should I feare The French are bold and strong Their numbers full and in their counsels wise But then the haughtie Spaniard is all Fire Hot in his executions Fortunate In his attempts Married to victorie I there it is that shakes me Franc. Excellent Lady This day was dedicated to your Honor One gale of your sweet breath will easily Disperse these Clouds And but your selfe ther 's none That dare speake to him Marc. I will run the hazard My Lord Sf. Ha Pardon me Marcelia I am troubled And stand vncertaine whether I am Master Of ought that 's worth the owning Marc. I am yours Sir And I haue heard you sweare I being safe There was no losse could moue you This day Sir Is by your guift made mine Can you reuoke A Grant made to Marcelia Your Marcelia For whose loue nay whose honour gentle Sir All deepe designes and State affaires deser'd Be as you purpos'd merrie Sf. Out of my sight And all thoughts that may strangle mirth forsake me Fall what can fall I dare the worst of Fate Though the Foundation of the Earth should shrinke The glorious Eye of Heauen loose his Splendor Supported thus I 'le stand vpon the ruins And seeke for new life here Why are you sad No other sports By Heauen he 's not my friend That weares one Furrow in his Face I was told There was a Masque Franc. They waite your Highnesse pleasure And when you please to haue it Sf. Bid 'em enter Come make me happie once againe I am rap't 'T is not to day to morrow or the next But all my dayes and yeeres shall be employed To doe thee honour Marc. And my life to serue you A Horne Franc. Another Post Goe hang him hang him I say I will not interrupt my present pleasures Although his message should import my Head Hang him I say Marc. Nay good Sir I am pleas'd To grant a little intermission to you Who knowes but he brings newes we wish to heare To heighten our delights Sf. As wise as faire From Gaspero Ent. another Post Post That was my Lord Sf. How dead Post With the deliuerie of this and prayers To guard your Excellencie from certaine dangers He ceast to be a Man Sf. All that my feares Could fashion to me or my enemies wish Is falne vpon me Silence that harsh musicke 'T is now vnseasonable A tolling Bell As a sad Harbinger to tell me that This pamper'd lumpe of Flesh must feast the Wormes 'T is fitter for me I am sick Marc. My Lord Sf. Sick to the death Marcelia Remoue These signes of mirth they were ominous and but vsherd Sorrow and ruine Marc. Blesse vs Heauen Isab. My Sonne Marc. What suddaine change is this Sf. All leaue the roome I le beare alone the burthen of my griefe And must admit no partner I am yet Your Prince wher 's your obedience Stay Marcelia I cannot be so greedie of a sorrow In which you must not share Marc. And chearefully I will sustaine my part Why looke you pale Where is that wonted constancie and courage That dar'd the worst of Fortune Where is Sforza To whom all dangers that fright common men Appear'd but Panicque terrors Why doe you eye me With such fix'd lookes Loue counsell dutie seruice May flow from me not danger Sf. O Marcelia It is for thee I feare For thee thy Sforza Shakes like a coward For my selfe vnmou'd I could haue heard my troupes were cut in peeces My Generall slaine And he on whom my hopes Of Rule of State of Life had their dependance The King of France my greatest friend made prisoner To so proud enemies Marc. Then you haue iust cause To show you are a Man Sf. All this were nothing Though I ad to it that I am assur'd For giuing ayd to this vnfortunate King The Emperour incenc'd layes his command On his victorious Army flesh'd with spoyle And bold of conquest to march vp against me And sease on my Estates Suppose that done too The Citie tane the Kennels running blood The ransick'd Temples falling on their Saints My Mother in my sight toss'd on their Pikes And Sister rauish'd And my selfe bound fast In Chaines to grace their Triumph Or what else An Enemies insolence could load me with I would be Sforza still But when I thinke That my Marcelia to whom all these Are but as Atomes to the greatest Hill Must suffer in my cause And for me suffer All Earthly torments Nay euen those the damn'd Houl for in Hell are gentle strokes compar'd To what I feele
lesse tractable Franc. Bring me to her Gentlew. I feare you 'l haue cold entertainment when You are at your iourneys end and 't were discretion To take a snatch by the way Franc. Prethe leaue fooling My page waites in the lobbie giue him sweet meats He is trayn'd vp for his Masters ease And he will coole thee Ex. Franc. Gentlew. Grac. A braue discouerie beyond my hope A plot euen offer'd to my hand to worke on If I am dull now may I liue and dye The scorne of wormes slaues let me consider My Lady and her Mother first committed In the fauor of the Dutches and I whip'd That with an Iron pen is writ in brasse On my tough hart now growne a harder mettal And all his brib'd approches to the Dutches To be conceal'd good good This to my Lady Deliuer'd as I 'le order it runs her mad But this may proue but courtship let it be I care not so it feed her Iealousie Ex. Actus Ter. Scae. Ter. Enter Marcelia Francisco Marc. Beleeue thy teares or oathes Can it be hop'd After a practice so abhor'd and horred Repentance e're can find thee Franc. Deere Lady Great in your fortune greater in your goodnes Make a superlatiue of excellence In being greatest in your sauing mercie I doe confesse humbly confesse my fault To be beyond all pittie my attempt So barberously rude that it would turne A saint-like patience into sauage furie But you that are all innocence and vertue No spleane or anger in you of a woman But when a holy zeale to pietie fires you May if you please impute the fault to loue Or call it beastly lust for 't is no better A sinne a monstrous sinne yet with it many That did proue good men after haue bin tempted And thogh I am croked now 't is in your powre To make me straight againe Marc. Is 't possible This can be cunning Franc. But if no submission Nor prayers can appease you that you may know 'T is not the feare of death that makes me sue thus But a loathed detestation of my madnesse Which makes me wish to liue to haue your pardon I will not waite the sentence of the Duke Since his returne is doubtfull but I my selfe Will doe a fearefull iustice on my selfe No witnesse by but you there being no more When I offended yet before I doe it For I perceiue in you no signes of mercie I will disclose a secret which dying with me May proue your ruine Marc. Speake it it will take from The burthen of thy conscience Franc. Thus then Madam The warrant by my Lord sign'd for your death Was but conditionall but you must sweare By your vnspotted truth not to reueale it Or I end here abruptly Marc. By my hopes Of ioyes hereafter on Franc. Nor was it hate That forc'd him to it but excesse of loue And if I e're returne so said great Sforza No liuing man deseruing to enioy My best Marcelia With the first newes That I am dead for no man after me Might e're enioy her but till certaine proofe Assure thee I am lost these were his words Faile not to kill her Obserue and honor her as if the seale Of womans goodnesse only dwelt in hers This trust I haue abus'd and basely wrong'd And if the excelling pittie of your mind Cannot forgiue it as I dare not hope it Rather then looke on my offended Lord I stand resolu'd to punish it Marc. Hold 't is forgiuen And by me freely pardned In thy faire life Hereafter studie to deserue this bountie With thy true penitence such I beleeue it Against my resolution hath forc'd from me But that my Lord my Sforza should esteeme My life fit only as a page to waite on The various course of his vncertaine fortunes Or cherish in himselfe that sensuall hope In death to know me as a wife afflicts me Nor does his enuie lesse deserue my anger Which though such is my loue I would not nourish Will stick the ardor that I had to see him Returne in safetie Franc. But if your entertainment Should giue the least ground to his iealousie To raise vp an opinion I am false You then distroy your mercie Therfore Madam Though I shall euer looke on you as on My liues preseruer and the miracle Of human pitty would you but vouchsafe In companie to doe me those faire graces And fauors which your innocencie and honor May safely warrant it would to the Duke I being to your best selfe alone known guiltie Make me appeare most innocent Marc. Haue your wishes And some thing I may doe to try his temper At least to make him know a constant wife Is not so slau'd to her husbands doting humors But that she may deserue to liue a widow Her fate appointing it Franc. It is enough Shout and Floursh Nay all I could desire and will make way To my reuenge which shall disperse it selfe On him on her and all Marc. What shout is that Ent. Tiberio Stephano Tib. All happines to the Dutches that may flow From the Dukes new and wish'd returne Marc. He 's welcome Steph. How coldly she receiues it Tib. Obserue their encounter Flourish Ent. Sforza Pescaria Isabella Mariana Graccho the rest Mar. What you haue told me Graccho is beleeu'd And I 'le find time to stur in 't Grac. As you see cause I will not doe ill offices Sf. I haue stood Silent thus long Marcelia expecting When with more then a greedie hast thou would'st Haue flowne into my armes and on my lippes Haue printed a deepe welcome My desire To glaze my selfe in these faire eyes haue borne me With more then human speede Nor durst I stay In any Temple or to any saint To pay my vowes and thankes for my returne Till I had seene thee Marc. Sir I am most happie To looke vpon you safe and would expresse My loue and duty in a modest fashion Such as might sute with the behauior Of one that knowes her selfe a wife and how To temper her desires not like a wanton Fierd with hot appetite nor can it wrong me To loue discreetly Sf. How why can there be A meane in your affections to Sforza Or any act though neare so loose that may Inuite or heighten appetite appeare Immodest or vncomly Doe not moue me My passions to you are in extreames And know no bounds come kisse me Marc. I obey you Sf. By all the ioyes of loue she does salute me As if I were her grand-father What witch With cursed spels hath quench'd the amorous heat That liued vpon these lips Tell me Marcellia And truly tell me is 't a fault of mine That hath begot this coldnesse or neglect Of others in my absence Marc. Neither Sir I stand indebted to your substitute Noble and good Francisco for his care And faire obseruance of me There was nothing With which you being present could supply me That I dare say I wanted Sf. How Marc. The pleasures That sacred