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The malcontent. Augmented by Marston. With the additions played by the Kings Maiesties servants. Written by Ihon Webster. 1604
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.; Webster, John, 1580?-1625?
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strikes a great man let him srtike home or elseware hee 'le proue no man shoulder not a huge fellow vnlesse you may be sure to lay him in the kennell Men A most sound braine-pan I le make you both Emperours Mal Make vs christians maâ—e vs christians Men I le hoist ye ye shall mount Mal To the gallowes say ye Come Praemium incertum petit certum scelus How standes the Progâ—esse Men. Heere take my ring vnto the Citadell Haue entrance to Maria the graue Dutches Of banisht Altofront Tell her we loue her Omit no circumstance to grace our person doo 't Mal. I le make an excellent pander Duke farewell due adue Duke Exit Maleuole Men. Take Maquarelle with thee for t' is found None cuttes a diamon but a diamond Hermite thou art a man for me my confessor O thou selected spirit borne for my good Sure thou wouldst make an excelleÌ„t Elder in a deformed church Come we must be inward thou and I all one Pie I am glad I was oâ—dained for yee Men. Go to then thou must know that Maleuole is a strange villaine dangerous very dangerous you see how broad a speakes a grosse jawde rogue I would haue thee poison him heeâ—s like a corne vpon my great toe I cannot go for him he must be kored out he must wilt doo 't ha Pie Any thing any thing Men. Heart of my life thus then to the Citadell Thou shalt consort with this Malâ—uole There being at supper poison him It shall be lâ—id vpon Maria who yeelds loue or dies Skâ—d quicke like lightning Pie Good deedes crawle but mischiefe flies Enter Maleuole Exit Pietro Mal. Your diuelships â—ing haz no vertue the buffe-captaine the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries stand out must haue a stiffer warrant or no passe into the Castle of Comfort Men Command our suddaine 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 soâ—le and body Mal. How didst like the Hermite a strange Hermite sirrah Men. A dangerous fellow very perilcus he must die Mal. I he must die Men. Thoust kil ' him we are wise we must be wise Mal. And prouident Men. Yea pâ—ouident beware an hypocrite A Church man once corrupted oh auoide shootes vnder his belly A fellow that makes Religion his stawking horse He breedes a plague thou shalt poison him Mal. Ho tâ—is wondrous necessary how Men. You both go ioyntly to the Citadell There sup there poision him and Maria Because shee is our opposite shall beare The sad suspect on which she dies or loues vs. Mal I runne Exit Maleuole Men. We that are great our sole selfe 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 weabhorre like deede not doer 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 Mendoza SCENA QVARTA Enter Maleuole and Pietro still disguised at seuerall doores Mal How do you how doost Duke Piet O let the last day fall drop drop on our cursed heads Let heauen vnclaâ—pe it selfe vomit forth flames Mal O do noâ— rand do not turne plaier there 's more of them than can well liue one by another alreadie Whâ—t art an infidell still Pie I am amazde strucke in a swowne with wonder I am commanded to poison thee Mal I am commanded to poison thee at supper Pie At supper Mal. In the Citadell Piet. In the Citadell Mal. Crosse capers trickes truth a heauen hee would discharge vs as boyes do elderne gunnes one pellet to stricke out another of what faith art now Pietro All 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 friends Piet. Thy friends Maleu. Yes from my friends for from mine enemies I le deliuer my selfe O cutte-throate friendship is the ranckest vilanie Marke this Mendoza marke him for a villaine but heauen will send a plague vpon him for a rogue Pietro O world Mal. World T is the only 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 twoo after supported by Celso and Ferrard Aurelia in base mourning attire Aur. To banishment ledde on to banishment Pietro Lady the blessednesse of repentance to you Aur. Why why I can desire nothing but death nor deserue any thing but hell If heauen should giue sufficiencie of grace To cleere my soule it would make heauen gracelesse My sinnes would make the stocke of mercie poore O they would tire heauens goodnes to reclaimâ— theme Iudgement is iust yet from that vast villane But sure he shall not misse sad punishment Fore he shall rule On to my cell of shame Pietro My cell t is Lady where insteede of maskes Musicke tilts tournies and such court like 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 rheumy vault will force your eyes to weepe Whilst you behold true desolation A rocky barrennesse shall pierce your eyes Where all at once one reaches where he stands With browes the roofe both walles with both his handes Aurelia It is too good blessed spirite of my Lord O in what orbe so ere thy soule is throand Beholde me worthily most miserable O let the anguish of my contrite spirite Intreate some reconciliation If not ô 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 Aurelia O heauen As the soule lou'd the body so lou'd he T was death to him to part my presence Heauen to see me pleased Yet I like to a wretch giuen or'e to hell Brake all the sacred rites of marriage To clippe a base vngentle faithlesse 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 Fly the embrace of a deuoted heart Ioynd by a solemne vow fore God and man To taste the brackish bloud of beastly lust In an adulterous touch ô rauenous immodesty Insatiate impudence of appetite Looke heere 's your end for marke what sap in dust What sinne in good euen so much louâ— in lust Ioy to thy ghost sweete Lord pardon to me Celso T is the dukes pleasure this night you rest in court Aur
only stands on Florence stilts hath out of witlesse zeale made me his heire and secretly confirmed the wreathe to mee after his lifes full poynt Mal Vpon what merite Mendoza Merite by heauen I horne him onely Ferneâ— aeâ— death gaue me states life tut we are politique hee must not liue now Mal. No reason mary but how must he die now Men My vtmost proiect is to murder the Duke that I might haue his state because he makes me his heire to banish the duchesse that I might be rid of a cunning Lacedemonian because I know Florence will forsake her and then to marry Maria the banished duke Altofrâ—nts wife that her friends might strengthen me and my faction this is all lawe Mal Do you loue Maria Men Faith no great affection but as wise men do loue great women to innoble their bloud and augment their reuenew â— to accomplish this now thus now The Duke is in the forrest next the Sea single him kill him hurle him in the maine and proclaime thou sawest woolues eate him Mal Vm not so good mee thinkes when he is slaine to get some hipocrite some daungerous wretch that 's muffled or with fained holines to sweare he heard the duke on some stiepe cliffe lament his wifes dishonour and in an agony of his hearts torture hurled his groaning sides into the â—wolne sea This circumstance wel made sounds probable and hereupon the Dutches. Men. May well be banished O vnpeerable invention â—tare Thou god of pollicie it honies me Mal Then feare not for the wife of Alâ—ofront I le close to her Men Thou shalt thou shalt our excellencie is pleased why wert not thou an Emperour when we are Duke I le make thee some great man sure Mal. Nay make me some rich knaue and â—le make my selfe some great man Mend. In thee be all my spirit retaine tenne soules vnite thy virtuall powers resolue ha remember greatnes heart farewell Enter Celzo Thâ— fate of all my hopes in thee doth dwell Mal. Celzo didst heare O 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 thâ—nder Exit SCENA QVARTA Enter Pietro Ferrard Prepasso and three Pages Ferr. The dogges are at a fault Cornets like hornes Pietro Would God nothing but the dogges were at it let the Deere pursue safely the dogs follow the game and doe you follow the dogges as for me t is vnfit one beast should hunt an other I ha one chaseth me and 't please you I would be ridde of you a little Ferr. Would your griefe would as soone leaue you as we to quietnesse Exeunt Pie I thanke you boy what doost thou dreame of now Page Of a drie summer my Lord for heere 's a hote worlde towardes but my Lord I had a strange dreame last night Pietro What strange dreame Page Why me thought I pleased you with singing and then I dreamt you gaue me that short sword Pietro Prettily begd hold thee I le prooue thy dreame true tak 't Page My duetie but still I dreamt on my Lord and mee thought and 't shall please your excellencie you would needs out of your royall bounty giue me that jewell in your hat Piet. O thou didst but dreame boy do not beleeue it dreames prooue not alwayes true they may hold in a short sword but not in a jewell But now sir you dreamt you had pleased mee with singing make that true as I haue made the other Page Faith my Lord I did but dreame and dreames you say prooue not alwayes true they may hold in a good sword but not in a good song the trueth is I ha lost my voyce Pietro Lost thy voyce how Page With dreaming faith but heere 's a couple of Syrenicall rascalls shall inchaunt yee what shall they sing my good Lorde Pietro Sing of the nature of women and then the song shall be surely full of varietie olde crochets and most sweete closes it shal be humorous graue fantastike amorous melancoly sprightly one in all and all in one Page All in one Pietro Birlady too many sing my speech growes culpable of vnthrifty idlenesse sing SCENA QVINTA 〈◊〉 Enter Maleuole with Croffebow and Tistoll A so so sing I am heauie walke off I shall talke in my sleep walke off Exeunt Pages Mal. Briefe briefe who the Duke good heauen that fooles should stumble vpon greatnesse do not sleepe Duke giue yee good morrow you must be briâ—fe Duke I am feeed to murther thee start not Mendoza Mendoza hired mee heere 's his gold his pistoll crossebow and sword t is all as firme as earth O foole foole choakt with the common maze of easie ideots Credulitie maâ—e him thine heire what thy sworne murtherer 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 reuenged vpon his riuall who had thrust his jawes awrie who being slaine supposed by thine owne handes defended by his sword made thee most loathsome him most gratious with thy loose Princesse thou closely yeelding egrâ—sse and regresse to her madest him heire whose hote vnquiet lust strait towzde thy sheetes and now would seize thy state polititian wise man death to be led to the stake like a bull by the hornes to make euen kindnesse cutte a gentle throate lâ—fe why art thou nummed thou foggie dulnesse speake liues not more faith in a homeâ—hiusting tongne than in thâ—se fencing tip tap Courtiers Enter Celso with a Hermites gowâ—e 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 Pie World whither wilt thou Mal. Why to the diuell come the morne growes late Astediâ— quickenes is the soule of state Exeunt ACTVS QVARTVS SCE. PRIMA Enter Maquarelle knocking at the Ladies doore Maq. Medam Medam are you stirring Medam if you bee 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 fouâ—eteene Maq. Nay and yee bee in the teenes are yee a gentleman borne do you know me my name is Medam Maquerelle I lie in the old cunny court See heere the Ladies Enter Beancha and Emiâ—ia Bean. A faire day to yee Maquarelle Emil. Is the Dutches vp yet Centinell Maq. O Ladies the most abhominâ—ble mischance O deare Ladies the most piteous disaster Ferneze 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 certaintie is the doore was not bolted the tongueâ—tied hatch held his peace so the naked troth is he was found in his shirt whilst I like an arrand beast lay in the outward chamber heard nothing