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The malcontent. By Iohn Marston. 1604
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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him hee s like a korne vpon my great toe I cannot goe for him hee must be kored out he must wilt doo 't hu Pietro Anything any thing Men. Heart of my life thus then to the Citadell Thou shalt consort with this Maleuole There being at supper poison him It shal be layde vpon Maria who yeeldes loue or dies Skud quicke Pietro Like lightning good deedes crawle but mischiefe flies Enter Maleuole Exit Pietro Mal. Your diuelships ring haze no vertue the buffe-captaine the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries stand out must haue a stiffer wareant or no passe into the castle of Comfort Men. Commaund our sodaine Letter not enter shat what place is there in Genoa but thou shalt into my heart into my very heart come le ts loue we must loue we two soule and body Mal. How didst like the Hermite A strange Hermite sirrah Men. A dangerous fellow very perillous he must die Mal. I he must die Men. Thoust kil him we are wise we must be wise Mal. And prouident Men. Yea prouident beware an hypocrite A Church man once corrupted oh auoyd A fellow that makes Religion his stawking horse He breedes a plague thou shalt poyson him Mal. Ho t is wondrous necessary how Men. You both goe ioyntly to the Citadell There sup there poison him and Maria Because she is our opposite shall beare The sad suspect on which she dies or loues vs Mal: I runne Exit mal Men: We that are great our sole self good still moues vs They shall die both for their deserts craues more Than we can recompence their presence still Imbraides our fortunes with beholdingnesse Which we abhorre like deede not door then conclude They liue not to cry out Ingratitude One sticke burnes tother steele cuts steele alone T is good trust few but O t is best trust none Exit Mendozo SCENA QVARTA Enter Maleuole and Pietro still disguised at seuerall doores Mal: How doe you how doost Duke Pietro O let the last day fall drop drop in our curssed heads Let heauen vnclasp itselfe vomit forth flames Mal: O doe not raue do not turne Player there 's more of them than can well live one by an other already What art an Infidell still Pietro I am mazde strucke in a swowne with wonder I am commaunded to poison thee Mal: I am commaunded to poyson thee at supper Pietro At supper Mal: In the Citadell Pietro In the Citadell Mal: Crosse capers trickes truth a heauen would discharge vs as boyes do elder gunnes one pellet to strike out another of what faith art now Pietro Al is damnation wickednes extreame there is no faith in man Men. In none but vsurers and brokers they deceiue no man men take vm for blood-suckers and so they are now God deliuer me from my friendes Pietro Thy friendes Mal. Yes from my friends for from mine ennemies I le deliuer my selfe O cut-throate friendship is the ranckest villany marke this Mendozo marke him for a villaine but heauen will send a plague vpon him for a rogue Pietro O world Mal. World T is the onely region of Death the greatest shop of the Diuell the cruelst prison of men out of the which none passe without paying their dearest breath for a fee there 's nothing perfect in it but extreame extreame calamitie such as comes yonder SCENA QVINTA Enter Aurelia two Holberts before and two after supported by Celso and Ferrard Aurelia in base mourning attire Aur. To banishment led on to banishment Pietro Lady the blessednesse of repentance to you Au. Why why I can desire nothing but death nor deserue any thing but hell If heauen should giue sufficiencie of grace To deere my soule it would make heauen gracelesse My sinnes would make the stocke of mercy poore Oh they would try heauens goodnes to reclaime them Iudgement is iust yet from that vast villaine But sure he shall not misse sad punishment For he shall rule on to my Cell of shame Pietro My Cell t is Lady where insteede of Maskes Musique Tilts Tournies and such Courtlike shewes The hollow murmure of the checklesse windes Shall groane againe whilst the vnquiet sea Shakes the whole rocke with foamy battery There Vsherlesse the ayre comes in and out The reumy vault will force your eyes to weepe Whilst you behold true desolation A rocky barrennesse shall paine your eyes Where all at once one reaches where he stands With browes the roofe both walles with both his handes Aur. It is to good blessed spirit of my Lord O in what or befoere thy soule is throand Behold me worthily most miserable O let the anguish of my contrite spirite Intreate some reconciliation If not O ioy triumph in my iust griefe Death is the end of woes and teares reliefe Pietro Belike your Lord not lou'd you was vnkinde Aur. O heauen As the soule lou'd the body so lou'd hee T was death to him to part my presence Heauen to see me pleased Yet I like to a wretch given ore to hell Brake all the sacred rites of marriage To clippe a base vngentle faithles villaine O God a very Pagan reprobate What should I say vngratefull throwes me out For whom I lost soule body fame and honor But t is most fit why should a better fate Attend on any who forsake chaste sheetes Flie the imbrace of a deuoted hart Ioynd by a solemne vow sore God and man To taste the brackish bloud of beastly lust In an adulterous touch Oh rauenous immodesty Insatiate impudence of appetite Looke heere 's your end for marke what sap in dust What sinne in good euen so much loue in lust Ioy to thy ghost sweete Lord pardon to me Cel. It is the Dukes pleasure this night you rest in court Aur. Soule lurke in shades run shame from brightsome skies In night the blind man misseth not his eies exit Au Mal. Do not weep kind cuckold take comfort man thy betters haue beene Beccos Agamemnon Emperour of all the merry Greekes that tickled all the true Troyans was a Cornuto Prince Arthur that cut off twelue Kings beardes was a Cornuto Hercules whose backe bore vp heauen and got forty wenches with childe in one night Pietro Nay t was fifty Mal: Faith fortie 's enow a conscience yet was a Cornuto patience mischiefe growes prowde be wise Piet: Thou pinchest too deepe art too keene vpon me Mal: Tut a pittifull surgeon makes a dangerous sore I le tent thee to the ground Thinkst I le sustaine my selfe by flattering thee because thou art a Prince I had rather follow a drunkard and liue by licking vp his vomite than by seruile flattery Piet: Yet great men ha don 't Mal: Great slaues feare better than loue borne naturally for a coale-basket though the common usher of princes presence fortune ha blindely giuen them better place I am vow'd to be thy affliction Pietro Prethee be I loue much misery and be thou sonne to me Enter Biliosa Mal: Because you are an vsurping Duke Your Lordship
the Duke on some steepe cliffe lament his wifes dishonor and in an agony of his hearts torture hurled his groning sides into the swolne sea this circumstance well made soundes probable and hereupon the Dutches Men. May well be banished ô vnpeerable inuension rare Thou God of pollicie it hunnies me Mal. Then feare not for the wife of Altofront I le close to her Men. Thou shalt thou shalt our excellencie is pleased why wert not thou an Emperour when wee are Duke I le make thee some great man sure Mal. Nay make me some ritch knaue and I le make my selfe some great man Mend. In thee be all my spirit retaine ten soules vnite thy vertuall powers resolue ha remember greatnesse hart farewell Enter Celso The fate of all my hopes in thee doth dwell Mal. Celzo didst heare ô heauen didst heare Such diuelish mischiefe sufferest thou the world Carowse damnation euen with greedie swallow And still doost winke still duz thy vengeance slumber If now thy browes are cleare when will they thunder Exit SCENA QVARTA Enter Pietro Ferrard Prespasso and three Pages Ferr. The Dogges are at a fault Cornets like hornes Piet. Would God nothing but the dogs were at it let the Deare persue safely the Dogs follow the game and do you follow the dogges as for me t is vnfit one beast should hunt another I ha one chaseth me and please you I would be rid of yee a little Ferr. Would your griefe would as soone as wee leaue you to quietnesse Exeunt Piet. I thanke you Boy what dost thou dreame of now Page Of a drie summer my Lord for heer 's a hote world towards but my Lord I had a strange dreame last night Piet. What strange dreame Page Why me thought I pleased you with singing and then I dreamt you gaue me that short sword Piet. Prettily begd hold thee I le prooue thy dreame true tak 't Page My dutie But still I dreamt on my Lord and me thought and shall please your excellencie you would needs out of your royall bountie giue me that iewell in your Hat Piet. O thou didst but dreame boye doe not beleeue it dreames prooue not alwayes true they may hold in a shorte sworde but not in a Iewell But now sir you dreame you had pleasd me with singing make that true as I ha made the other Page Faith my Lorde I did but dreame and dreames you say prooue not alwayes true they may hold in a good sworde but not in a good song the truth is I ha lost my voyce Piet. Lost thy voyce how Page With dreaming faith but here 's a couple of Syrenicall rascall shall inchaunt yee What shall they singe my good Lorde Piet. Sing of the nature of women and then the song shall be surely full of varietie olde crochets and most sweet closes it shall be humerous graue fantastick amorous melancholy sprightly one in all and all in one Pags. All in on Piet. Bi r Lady too many sing my speech growes culpable of vnthriftie idlenesse sing The Song SCENA QVINTA Enter Maleuole with Crosebowe and Pistoll A so so sing I am heauie walke of I shall talke in my sleepe walke of Exeunt Pages Mal. Briefe briefe who the Duke good heauen that fooles should stumble vpon greatnesse do not sleepe duke giue yee good morrow must be briefe Duke I am feed to murther thee start not Mendozo Mendozo hired me her 's his gold his Pistoll Crosbowe Sword t is all as firme as earth O foole foole choakt with the common maze of easie Ideots credulity make him thine heire what thy sworne murderer Pietro O can it be Mal. Can Pietro Discouered he not Ferneze Mal. Yes but why but why for loue to thee much much to be reueng'd vpon his riuall who had thrust his iawes awrye who being slaine supposed by thine owne hands defended by his sword made thee most loathsome him most gratious with thy loose Princes thou closely yeelding egresse and regresse to hir madest him heire whose hot vnquiet lust straight towzd thy sheetes and now would seaze thy state polititian wise man death to be led to the stake like a Bull by the hornes to make euen kindnes cut a gentle throate life why art thou numb'd Thou foggie dulnesse speake liues not more faith in a home thrusting tongue then in these fencing tip tap Courtiers Enter Celso with a Hermits gowne and beard Cel. Lord Maleuole if this be true Mal. If come shade thee with this disguise if thou shalt handle it he shall thanke thee for killing thy selfe come follow my directions and thou shalt see strange sleights Pietro World whether wilt thou Mal. Why to the Divell come the morne growes late A steady quicknes is the soule of state Exeunt Finis actus tertij ACTVS QVARTVS SCEN. PRIMA Enter Maquarelle knocking at the Ladies dore Maq. Medam Medam are you stirring Medame if you be stirring Medam if I thought I should disturbe yee Page My Lady is vp forsooth Maq. A pretty boy faith how old art thou Page I thinke foureteene Maq. Nay and yee be in the teens are yee a gentleman borne do you know me my name is Medam Maquerelle I lye in the old Cunny Court Enter Beancha and Emilia See heere the Ladyes Bean. A faire day to yee Maquerelle Emili. Is the Dutches vp yet Centinell Maq. O Ladies the most abhominable mischance O deare Ladies the most piteous disaster Farneze was taken last night in the Dutches Chamber Alas the Duke catcht him and kild him Bean. Was he found in bed Maq. O no but the villanous certenty is the dore was not bolted the tongue-tyed hatch held his peace so the naked troth is he was found in his shirt whilest I like an arrand beast lay in the outward Chamber heard nothing and yet they came by me in the dark and yet I felt thē not like a sencelesse creature as I was O beauties looke to your buske-poynts if not chastely yet charily be sure the doore be boulted is your Lorde gone to Florence Bean. Yes Maquarelle Maq. I hope you le finde the discretion to purchase a fresh gowne fore his returne Now by my troth beauties I would ha ye once wise he loues ye pish he is witty bubble faire proportioned mew nobly borne winde let this be still your fixt position esteeme me euery man according to his good gifts and so yee shall euer remaine most deare and most woorthie to be most deare Ladies Emilia Is the Duke returnd from hunting yet Maq. They say not yet Bean. T is now in mid'st of day Em. How beares the Dutches with this blemish now Maq. Faith boldly strongly defyes defame as one that haz a Duke to her father And there 's a note to you be sure of a stout friend in a corner that may alwayes awe your husband Marke the hauiour of the Dutches now she dares defame cryes Duke do what thou canst I le quite mine honor nay as one confirmed in her owne vertue