you be well I will be well though sicke Your selfe alone my compleat world shall be Euen from this houre to all eternity Vin. It is inough and binds as much as marriage Enter Bassiolo Bass. I le see in what plight my poore louer stands Gods me a beckons me to haue me gone It seemes hee s entred into some good vaine I le hence loue cureth when he vents his paine Exit Vin. Now my sweet life we both remember well What we haue vow'd shall all be kept entire Maugre our fathers wraths danger and death And to confirme this shall we spend our breath Be well aduisde for yet your choice shall be In all things as before as large and free Mar. What I haue vow'd I le keepe euen past my death Vin. And I and now in token I dissolue Your virgin state I take this snowie vaile From your much fairer face and claime the dues Of sacred nuptialls and now fairest heauen As thou art infinitely raisde from earth Diffrent and opposite so blesse this match As farre remou'd from Customes popular sects And as vnstaind with her abhorr'd respects Enter Bassiolo Bass. Mistris away Pogio runnes vp and downe Calling for Lord Vincentio come away For hitherward he bends his clamorous haste Mar. Remember loue Exit Mar. and Bassiolo Vin. Or else forget me heauen Why am I sought for by this Pogio The Asse is great with child of some ill newes His mouth is neuer fill'd with other sound Enter Pogio. Pog. Where is my Lord Vincentio where is my Lord Vin. Here he is Asse what an exclaiming keep'st thou Pog. Slood my Lord I haue followed you vp and downe like a Tantalus pig till I haue worne out my hose here abouts I le be sworne and yet you call me Asse still But I can tell you passing ill newes my Lord Uin. I know that well sir thou neuer bringst other what 's your newes now I pray Pog. O Lord my Lord vncle is shot in the side with an arrow Vin. Plagues take thy tongue is he in any danger Pog. O danger I he haz lien speechlesse this two houres And talkes so idlely Vin. Accursed newes where is he bring me to him Pog. Yes do you lead and I le guide you to him Exeunt Enter Strozza brought in a Chaire Cynanche Benenemus with others Cyn. How fares it now with my deare Lord and husband Stro. Come neere me wife I fare the better farre For the sweete foode of thy diuine aduice Let no man value at a little price A vertuous womans counsaile her wing'd spirit Is featherd herd oftentimes with heauenly words And like her beautie rauishing and pure The weaker bodie still the stronger soule When good endeuours do her powers applie Her loue drawes neerest mans felicitie O what a treasure is a vertuous wife Discreet and louing Not one gift on earth Makes a mans life so highly bound to heauen She giues him double forces to endure And to enioy by being one with him Feeling his Ioies and Griefes with equall sence And like the twins Hypocrates reports If he fetch sighes she drawes her breath as short If he lament she melts her selfe in teares If he be glad she triumphs if he stirre She moou's his way in all things his sweete Ape And is in alterations passing strange Himselfe diuinely varied without change Gold is right pretious but his price infects With pride and auarice Aucthority lifts Hats from mens heades and bowes the strongest knees Yet cannot bend in rule the weakest hearts Musicke delights but one sence Nor choice meats One quickly fades the other stirre to sinne But a true wife both sence and soule delights And mixeth not her good with any ill Her vertues ruling hearts all powres command All Store without her leaues a man but poore And with her Pouertie is exceeding Store No time is tedious with her her true woorth Makes a true husband thinke his armes enfold With her alone a compleate worlde of gold Cyn. I wish deare loue I coulde deserue as much As your most kinde conceipt hath well exprest But when my best is done I see you wounded And neither can recure nor ease your pains Stro. Cynanche thy aduise hath made me well My free submission to the hand of heauen Makes it redeeme me from the rage of paine For though I know the malice of my wound Shootes still the same distemper through my vaines Yet the Iudiciall patience I embrace In which my minde spreads her impassiue powres Through all my suffring parts expels their frailetie And rendering vp their whole life to my soule Leaues me nought else but soule and so like her Free from the passions of my fuming blood Cyn. Would God you were so and that too much payne Were not the reason you felt sence of none Stro. Thinkst thou me mad Cynanche for mad men By paynes vngouernd haue no sence of payne But I I tell you am quite contrary Easde with well gouerning my submitted payne Be cheerd then wife and looke not for in mee The manners of a common wounded man Humilitie hath raisde me to the starres In which as in a sort of Cristall Globes I sit and see things hidde from humane sight I euen the very accidents to come Are present with my knowledge the seuenth day The arrow head will fall out of my side The seauenth day wife the forked head will out Cyn. Would God it would my Lord and leaue you wel Stro. Yes the seuenth day I am assurd it will And I shall liue I know it I thanke heauen I knowe it well and I le teach my phisition To build his cares heereafter vpon heauen More then on earthly medcines for I knowe Many things showne me from the op'ned skies That passe all arts Now my phisition Is comming to me he makes friendly haste And I will well requite his care of mee Cyn. How knowe you he is comming Stro. Passing well and that my deare friend lord Vincentio Will presently come see me too I le stay My good phisition till my true friend come Cyn. Ay me his talke is idle and I feare Foretells his reasonable Soule now leaues him Stro. Bring my Physition in hee 's at the doore Cyn. Alas there 's no Physition Stro. But I know it See he is come Enter Benouemius Ben. How fares my worthy Lord Stro. Good Doctor I endure no paine at all And the seauenth day the arrowes head will out Ben. Why should it fall out the seuenth day my Lord Stro. I know it the seuenth day it will not faile Ben. I wish it may my Lord Sâ—ro. Yes t' will be so You come with purpose to take present leaue But you shall stay a while my Lord Vincentio Would see you faine and now is comming hither Ben. How knowes your Lordship haue you sent for him Stro. No but t' is very true hee 's now hard by And will not hinder your affaires a whit Ben. How want of rest distempers his light braine Brings my
the match With freer and more noble eyes then we Pog. Why I saw that as well as he my Lord I knew t' was a foolish match betwixt you two did not you thinke so my Lord Vincentio Lord vncle did not I say at first of the Duke will his Antiquitie neuer leaue his Iniquitie Stro. Go to too much of this but aske this Lord If he did like it Pog. Who my Lord Medice Stro. Lord Stinkard Man his name is aske him Lord Stinkard did you like the match say Pog. My Lord Stinkard did you like the match betwixt the Duke and my Ladie Margaret Med. Presumptuous Sicophant I will haue thy life Alp. Vnworthie Lord put vp thirst'st thou more blood Thy life is fitt'st to be call'd in question For thy most murthrous cowardise on my sonne Thy forwardnesse to euery cruelty Calls thy pretended Noblesse in suspect Stro. Noblesse my Lord set by your princely fauour That gaue the lustre to his painted state Who euer view'd him but with deepe contempt As reading vilenesse in his very lookes And if he proue not sonne of some base drudge Trim'd vp by Fortune being dispos'd to ieast And dally with your state then that good Angell That by diuine relation spake in me Fore-telling these foule dangers to your sonne And without notice brought this reuerend man To rescue him from death now failes my tongue And I le confesse I doe him open wrong Med. And so thou doost and I returne all note Of infamy or basenesse on thy throte Damne me my Lord if I be not a Lord Stro. My Liege with all desert euen now you said His life was duely forfet for the death Which in these barbarous wounds he sought your sonne Vouchsafe me then his life in my friends right For many waies I know he merits death Which if you grant will instantly appeare And that I feele with some rare miracle Alp. His life is thine Lord Strozza Giue him death Med. What my Lord Will your grace cast away an innocent life Stro. Villaine thou liest thou guiltie art of death A hundred waies which now I le execute Med. Recall your word my Lord Alp. Not for the world Stro. O my deare Liege but that my spirit prophetike Hath inward feeling of such sinnes in him As aske the forfait of his life and soule I would before I tooke his life giue leaue To his confession and his penitence O he would tell you most notorious wonders Of his most impious state but life and soule Must suffer for it in him and my hand Forbidden is from heauen to let him liue Till by confession he may haue forgiuenesse Die therefore monster Vin. O be not so vncharitable sweete friend Let him confesse his sinnes and aske heauen pardon Stro. He must not Princely friend it is heauens iustice To plague his life and soule and heer 's heauens iustice Me. O saue my life my Lord Las. Hold good Lord Strozza Let him confesse the sinnes that heauen hath told you And aske forgiuenesse Med. Let me good my Lord And I le confesse what you accuse me of Wonders indeede and full of damn'd deserts Stro. I know it and I must not let thee liue To aske forgiuenesse Alp. But you shall my Lord Or I will take his life out of your hand Stro. A little then I am content my Liege Is thy name Medice Med. No my Noble Lord My true name is Mendice Stro. Mendice see At first a Mighty scandall done to Honour Of what countrie art thou Med. Of no Country I But borne vpon the Seas my mother passing Twixt Zant and Uenice Stro. Where wert thou christned Med. I was neuer christned But being brought vp with beggars call'd Mendice Alp. Strange and vnspeakeable Stro. How cam'st thou then To beare that port thou didst entring this Court Med. My lord when I was young being able limb'd A Captaine of the Gipsies entertain'd me And many yeares I liu'd a loose life with them At last I was so fauor'd that they made me The King of Gipsies and being told my fortune By an old Sorceresse that I should be great In some great Princes loue I tooke the treasure Which all our company of Gipsies had In many yeares by seuerall stealths collected And leauing them in warres I liu'd abroad With no lesse shew then now and my last wrong I did to Noblesse was in this high Court Alp. Neuer was heard so strange a counterfet Stro. Didst thou not cause me to be shot in hunting Med. I did my Lord for which for heauens loue pardon Stro. Now let him liue my Lord his bloods least drop Would staine your Court more then the Sea could cleanse His soule 's too foule to expiate with death Alp. Hence then be euer banish'd from my rule And liue a monster loath'd of all the world Pog. I le get boyes and baite him out a' th Court my Lord Alp. Doe so I pray thee rid me of his sight Pog. Come on my Lord Stinckerd I le play Fox Fox come out of thy hole with you ifaith Med. I le runne and hide me from the sight of heauen Pog. Fox Fox goe out of thy hole a two leg'd Fox A two leg'd Fox Exit with Pages beating Medice Beue. Neuer was such an accident disclosde Alp. Let vs forget it honourable friends And satisfie all wrongs with my sonnes right In solemne mariage of his loue and him Vin. I humbly thanke your Highnesse honor'd Doctor The Balsome you infusde into my wounds Hath easde me much and giuen me sodaine strength Enough t' assure all danger is exempt That any way may let the generall ioy My Princely Father speakes of in our nuptialls Alp. Which my deere Sonne shall with thy full recure Be celebrate in greater Maiesty Than euer grac'd our greatest Ancestrie Then take thy loue which heauen with all ioyes blesse And make yee both mirrors of happinesse FINIS
Momus here might now crie push Saying our pageant is not woorth a Rush Bundles of Rushes lo we bring along To picke his teeth that bites them with his tongue Stro. See see that 's Lord Medice Vin. Gods me my Lord Haz hee pickt you out picking of your teeth Med. What picke you out of that Stro. Not such stale stuffe As you picke from your teeth Alp. Leaue this warre with Rushes Good master pedant pray forth with your shew Sar. Lo thus farre then braue duke you see Meere entertainement Now our glee Shall march forth in Moralitie And this queint Dutchesse here shall see The fault of virgine Nicetie First wooed with Rurall courtesie disburthen them praunce on this ground And make your exit with your Round Exeunt Well haue they daunc'd as it is meet Both with their nimble heades and feet Now as our country girls held off And rudely did their louers scoff Our Nymph likewise shall onely glaunce By your faire eies and looke askaunce Vpon her female friend that wooes her Who is in plaine field forc'd to loose her And after them to conclude all The pâ—rlue of our Pastorall A female bug and eke her friend Shall onely come and sing and end Bugs song This Lady and Dutchesse we conclude Faire Virgins must not be too rude For though the rurall wilde and â—ntike Abusde their loues as they were franuke Yet take you in your Iuory clutches This noble Duke and be his Dutches Thus thanking all for their tacete I void the roome and cry valete Exit Alp. Generally well and pleasingly performed Mar. Now I resigne this borrowed maiesty Which sate vnseemely on my worthlesse head With humble seruice to your Highnesse hands Alp. Well you became it Lady and I know All heere could wish it might be euer so Stro. Heere 's one saies nay to that Vin. Plague on you peace Lass. Now let it please your Highnesse to accept A homely banquet to close these rude sports Alp. I thanke your Lordship much Bass. Bring lights make place Enter Pogio in his cloke and broome-mans attire Pog. How d ee my Lord Alp. O master broomeman you did passing well Vin. A you mad slaue you you are a tickling Actor Pog. I was not out like my Lord Medice How did you like me Aunt Cyn. O rarely rarely Stro. O thou hast done a worke of memory And raisde our house vp higher by a story Vin. Friend how conceit you my young mother heere Cyn. Fitter for you my Lord than for your father Vin. No more of that sweete friend those are bugs words Exeunt Finis Actus secundi ACTVS TERTII SCAENA PRIMA Medice after the song whispers alone with his seruant Med. Thou art my trusty seruant and thou knowst I haue beene euer bountifull Lord to thee As still I will be be thou thankfull then And doe me now a seruice of import Ser. Any my Lord in compasse of my life Med. To morrow then the Duke intends to hunt Where Strozza my despightfull enemie Will giue attendance busie in the chase Wherein as if by chance when others shoote At the wilde Boare do thou discharge at him And with an arrow cleaue his canckerd heart Ser. I will not faile my Lord Med. Be secret then And thou to me shalt be the dear'st of men Exeunt Enter Vincentio and Bassiolo Vin. Now Vanitie and Policie inrich me With some ridiculous fortune on this Vsher Where 's Master Vsher Bass. Now I come my Lord Vin. Besides good sir your shew did shew so well Bass. Did it in deede my Lord Vin. O sir beleeue it T was the best fashiond and well orderd thing That euer eye beheld and there withall The fit attendance by the seruants vsde The gentle guise in seruing euery guest In other entertainements euery thing About your house so sortfully disposde That euen as in a turne-spit calld a Iacke One vice assists another the great wheeles Turning but softly make the lesse to whirre About their businesse euery different part Concurring to one commendable end So and in such conformance with rare grace Were all things orderd in your good lordes house Bass. The most fit simile that euer was Vin. But shall I tell you plainely my conceit Touching the man that I thinke causde this order Bass. I good my Lord Vin. You note my simile Bass. Drawne from the turne-spit Uin. I see you haue me Euen as in that queint engine you haue seene A little man in shreds stand at the winder And seemes to put all things in act about him Lifting and pulling with a mightie stirre Yet addes no force to it nor nothing does So though your Lord be a braue Gentleman And seemes to do this busines He does nothing Some man about him was the festiuall robe That made him shew so glorious and diuine Bass. I cannot tell my Lord yet I should know if any such there were Vin. Should know quoth you I warrant you know well some there be Shall haue the fortune to haue such rare men Like braue beasts to their Armes support their state When others of as high a worth and breede Are made the wastefull food of them they feede What state hath your Lord made you for your seruice Bass. He haz beene my good Lord for I can spend Some fifteene hundred crownes in lands a yeare Which I haue gotten since I seru'd him first Vin. No more then fifteene hundred crownes a yeare Bass. It is so much as makes me like my Lord Like a poore Gentleman Vin. Nay t is prettie well But certainely my nature does esteeme Nothing enough for vertue and had I The Duke my fathers meanes all should be spent To keepe braue men about me but good sir Accept this simple iewell at my hands Till I can worke perswasion of my friendship With worthier arguments Bass. No good my Lord I can by no meanes merite the free bounties You haue bestowed besides Vin. Nay be not strange But doe your selfe right and be all one man In all your actions doe not thinke but some Haue extraordinarie spirits like your selfe And wil not stand in their societie On birth and riches but on worth and vertue With whom there is no nicenesse nor respect Of others common friendship be he poore Or basely borne so he be rich in soule And noble in degrees of qualities He shall be my friend sooner then a King Bass. To a most kingly iudgement in your lordship Vin. Faith sir I know not but t is my vaine humour Bass. O t is an honour in a Nobleman Vin. Y 'aue some lords now so politike and prowd They skorne to giue good lookes to worthy men Bass. O fie vpon vm by that light my lord I am but seruant to a Nobleman But if I would not skorne such puppet lords Would I weare breathlesse Vin. You sir so you may For they will cogge so when they wish to vse men With pray be couerd sir I beseech you sit Whoe 's there waite of