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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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or so it shall not be cast away if hah here 's a foreheade an eye a heade a haire that would make a or if you haue any spare paire of siluer spurs I le doe you as much right in all kinde offices Fel. Of a kinde Parasite Foro. As any of my meane fortunes shall be able to Balur. As I am true Christian now thou hast wonne the spurres Feli. For flattery O how I hate that same Egyptian louse A rotten maggot that liues by stinking filth Of tainted spirits vengeance to such dogs That sprout by gnawing senselesse carion ¶ Enter Alberto Alb. Gallants saw you my mistresse the Ladie Rossaline Foro. My mistresse the Ladie Rossaline left the presence euen now Casti. My mistresse the Ladie Rossaline withdrewe her gratious aspect euen now Balur. My mistresse the Ladie Rossaline withdrewe her gratious aspect euen now Felich. Well said eccho Alb. My mistresse and his mistresse and your mistresse the dogs mistresse pretious dear heauen that Alberto liues to haue such riuals Slid I haue bin searching euery priuate rome Corner and secret angle of the court And yet and yet and yet she liues conceal'd Good sweete Feliche tell me how to finde My bright fac't mistresse out Fel. Why man cry out for lanthorne and candle-light For t is your onely way to finde your bright flaming wench with your light burning torch for most commonly these light creatures liue in darknesse Alb. Away you heretike you le be burnt for Fel. Goe you amorous hound follow the sent of your mistresse shooe away Foro. Make a faire presence boyes aduance your lightes The Princesse makes approach Bal. And please the gods now in very good deede law you shal see me tickle the measures for the heauēs Doe my hangers showe ¶ Enter Piero Antonio Mellida Rossaline Galeatzo Matzagente Alberto and Flauia As they enter Feliche Castilio make a ranke for the Duke to passe through Forobosco vshers the Duke to his state then whilst Piero speaketh his first speach Mellida is taken by Galeatzo and Matzagente to daunce they supporting her Rossaline in like maner by Alberto and Balurdo Flauia by Feliche and Castilio Pie Beautious Amazon sit and seat your thoughts In the reposure of most soft content Sound musick there Nay daughter cleare your eyes From these dull fogs of mistie discontent Look sprightly girl What though Antonio 's droun'd That peeuish dotard on thy excellence That hated issue of Andrugio Yet maist thou tryumph in my victories Since loe the high borne bloodes of Italy Sue for thy seate of loue Let musique sound Beautie and youth run descant on loues ground Matz. Ladie erect your gratious summetry Shine in the spheare of sweete affection Your eye as heauie as the heart of night Mell. My thoughts are as black as your bearde my fortunes as ill proportioned as your legs and all the powers of my minde as leaden as your wit and as dustie as your face is swarthy Gal. Faith sweet I le lay thee on the lips for that iest Mell. I pree thee intrude not on a dead mans right Gal. No but the liuings iust possession Thy lips and loue are mine Mell. You nere tooke seizin on them yet forbeare There 's not a vacant corner of my heart But all is fild with deade Antonios losse Then vrge no more O leaue to loue at all T is lesse disgracefull not to mount then fall Mat. Bright and refulgent Ladie daine your eare You see this blade had it a courtly lip It would diuulge my valour plead my loue Iustle that skipping feeble amorist Out of your loues seat I am Matzagent Gale Harke thee I pray thee taint not thy sweete eare With that sots gabble By thy beautious cheeke He is the flagging'st bulrush that ere droopt With each slight mist of raine But with pleas'd eye Smile on my courtshippe Mel. What said you sir alas my thought was fixt Vpon another obiect Good forbeare I shall but weepe Aye me what bootes a teare Come come le ts daunce O musicke thou distill'st More sweetnesse in vs then this iarring world Both time and measure from thy straines doe breath Whilst from the channell of this durt doth flowe Nothing but timelesse griefe vnmeasured woe Anto. O how impatience cramps my cracked veins And cruddles thicke my blood with boiling rage O eyes why leape you not like thunderbolts Or canon bullets in my riuals face Oy me infeliche misero o lamenteuol fato Alber. What meanes the Lady fal vpon the groūd Ross. Belike the falling sicknesse Anto. I cannot brooke this sight my thoughts grow wilde Here lies a wretch on whome heauen neuer smilde Ross. What seruant nere a word and I here man I would shoot some speach forth to strike the time With pleasing touch of amorous complement Say sweete what keepes thy minde what think'st thou Alb. Nothing on Rossa. What 's that nothing Alb. A womans constancie Rossa. Good why would'st thou haue vs sluts neuer shift the vestur of our thoughts Away for shame Alb. O no th art too constant to afflict my heart Too too firme fixed in vnmooued scorne Ross. Pish pish I fixed in vnmooued scorne Why I le loue thee to night Alb. But whome to morrow Ross. Faith as the toy puts me in the head Bal. And pleased the marble heauens now would I might be the toy to put you in the head kindly to conceipt my my my pray you giue in an Epithite for loue Fel. Roaring roaring O loue thou hast murdred me made me a shadowe and you heare not Balurdo but Balurdos ghost Rossa. Can a ghost speake Bal. Scuruily as I doe Ross. And walke Bal. After their fashion Ross. And eate apples Bal. In a sort in their garbe Feli. Pree Flauia be my mistresse Fla. Your reason good Feliche Fel. Faith I haue nineteene mistresses alreadie and I not much disdeigne that thou shold'st make vp the ful score Fla. Oh I heare you make common places of your mistresses to performe the office of memory by Pray you in auncient times were not those satten hose In good faith now they are new dyed pinkt scoured they showe as well as if they were new What mute Balurdo Feli. I in faith t were not for printing and painting my breech and your face would be out of reparation Bal. I an faith and t were not for printing pointing my breech and your face would be out of reparation Fel. Good againe Echo Fla. Thou art by nature too foule to be affected Feli. And thou by Art too faire to be beloued By wits life most sparke spirits but hard chance La ty dine Pie Gallants the night growes old downy sleep Courts vs to entertaine his company Our tyred lymbes brus'd in the morning fight Intreat soft rest and gentle husht repose Fill out Greeke wines prepare fresh cressit-light Wee le haue a banquet Princes then good night ¶ The Cornets sound a Synnet and the Duke goes out in state As they are going