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A13802	Albumazar A comedy presented before the Kings Maiestie at Cambridge, the ninth of March. 1614. By the Gentlemen of Trinitie Colledge.	Tomkis, Thomas, fl. 1604-1615.; Porta, Giambattista della, 1535?-1615. Astrologo.	1615 (1615)	STC 24100; ESTC S118449	46,942	86

Flauia PAN. His father ere hee went to Barbary Promis'd her me who be he liue or dead Spight of a Last of Lelio's Pandolfo Shall enioy Flauia CRIC. Sir y' are too old PAN. I must confesse in yeares about three score But in tuffe strength of body foure and twenty Or two monthes lesse Loue of yong Flauia More powerfull then Medea's drugges renew's All decay'd parts of man my Arteryes Blowne full with youthfull spirits moue the bloud To a new businesse my withred Neru's grow plumpe And strong longing for action Hence thou poore prop Of feeblenesse and age walke with such sires As with cold palsies shake away their strength And loose their legges with curelesse gouts Pandolfo New moulded is for Reuels Masks and Musick Cricca String my neglected Lute and from my Armory Skowre my best sword companion of my youth Without which I seeme naked CRIC. Your loue sir like strong water To a deplor'd sicke man quick's your feeble limbs For a poore moment But after one night's lodging You 'l fall so dull and cold that Flauia Will shrike and leape from bed as from a Sepulchre Shall I speake plainer sir Shee 'l Cuckold you Alas shee 'le Cuckold you PAN. What mee a man of knowne discretion Of riches yeares and this gray grauity I 'le satisfy 'r with gold rich cloathes and iewels CRIC. Wert not farre fitter vrge your son Eugenio To wooe her for himselfe PAN. Cricca bee gone Touch no more there I will and must haue Flauia Tell Lelio if hee grant m' his sister Flauia I 'le giue my daughter to him in exchange Be gone and finde mee heere within this halfe houre ACT. 1. SCEN. 3. RONCA PANDOLFO RON. T Is well that servant 's gone I shall the easier Wind vp his master to my purposes PAN. Sure this some novice of th' Artillery That winke's and shoots sir prime your peece anew The powder 's wet tick tock tick tock RON. A good ascendent blesse me sir are you frantick PAN. Why franticke are not knockes the lawfull courses T' open doores and eares RON. Of vulgar men and houses PAN. Whose lodging 's this is 't not th' Astrologers RON. His lodging no 't is the learn'd Phrontisterion Of most divine Albumazar PAN. Good sir If the doore breake a better shall redeeme it RON. How all your land sold at a hundreth yeares purchase Cannot repaire th' dammage of one poore rap To thunder at the Phrontisterion Of great Albumazar PAN. Why man what harme RON. Sir you must know my master's heauenly braine Pregnant with mysteries of Metaphisickes Growes to an Embryo of rare contemplation Which at full time brought forth excel's by farre The armed fruit of Vulcan's Midwifry That leapt from Iupiter's mightie Cranium PAN. What of all this RON. Thus one of your bold thunders may abortiue And cause that birth miscarry that might haue prou'd An instrument of wonders greater and rarer Then Apollonius the Magitian wrought PAN. Are you your Masters Countrey-man RON. Yes why aske you PAN. Then must I get an Interpreter for your language RON. You need not with a wind instrument my master made In fiue dayes you may breath ten languages As perfect as the Divell or himselfe PAN. When may I speake with him RON. When 't please the starres He pul's you not a haire nor pare's a naile Nor stirre's a foot without due figuring The Horoscope sit downe a while and 't please you I see the heavens incline to his approach PAN. What 's this I pray you RON. An engine to catch starres A mase t' arrest such Planets as haue lurk't Foure thousand yeares vnder protection Of Iupiter and Sol PAN. Pray you speake English RON. Sir 't is a perspicill th' best vnder heauen With this I le read a leafe of that small Iliade That in a wall-nut shell was desk't as plainly Twelue long miles off as you see Pauls from Highgate PAN. Wonderfull workman of so rare an Instrument RON. 'T will draw the Moone so neere that you would sweare The bush of thornes in 't prick your eyes the Chrystall Of a large Arch multiplie's millions Worke 's more then by poynt blanke and by refractions Opticke and strange searcheth like th' eye of truth All closets that haue windowes Haue at Rome I see the Pope his Card'nals and his mule The English Colledge and the Iesuits And what they write and doe PAN. Let me see too RON. So farre you can not for this glasse is fram'd For eyes of thirty you are nigh threescore But for some fifty miles 't will serue you With helpe of a refractiue glasse that 's yonder For triall sir where are you now PAN. In London RON. Ha you found the glasse within that chamber PAN. Yes RON. What see you PAN. Wonders wonders I see as in a Land-shappe An honorable throng of noble persons As cleare as I were vnder the same roofe Seemes by their gracious browes and courteous lookes Something they see which if t b' indifferent They 'l fau'rably accept if otherwise They 'l pardon who or what they be I know not RON. Why that 's the coure at Cambridge forty miles hence what else PAN. A Hall thrust full of bare-heads some bald some busht Some brauely branch't RON. That 's th' Vniversity Larded with Townes-men Look you there what now PAN. Who I see Douer Peere a man now landing Attended by two Porters that seeme to grone Vnder the burthen of two loades of paper RON. That 's Coriatus Persicus and 's obseruations Of Asia and Affrick PAN. The price RON. I dare not sel 't But here 's another of a stranger vertue The great Albumazar by wondrous Art In imitation of this Perspicill Hath fram'd an Instrument that multiplies Obiects of hearing as this doth of seeing That you may know each whisper from Prester Iohn Against the winde as fresh as 't were deliuered Through a trunke or Glosters listning wall PAN. And may I see it sir blesse me once more RON. 'T is somthing ceremonious but you shall try 't Stand thus What heare you Pan. Nothing RO. Set your hands thus That th' vertex of the Organ may perpendicularly Point out our Zenith What heare you now ha ha ha PAN. A humming noyse of laughter RO. Why that 's the Court And Vniuersitie that now are merry With an old gentleman in a Comaedy What now PAN. Celestiall musicke but it seemes farre off List list t is neerer now RO. 'T is musick twixt the Acts What now PAN. Nothing Ron. And now PAN. Musicke againe and strangely delicate O most Angelicall they sing RON. And now Sing sweetly that our notes may cause The heauenly Orbes themselues to pause And at our musick stand as still As at Ioue's amorous will So now release them as before Th'haue waited long enough no more PAN. 'T is gone giue mee 't againe O do not so RON. What heare you now PAN. No more then a dead Oyster O let me see this wondrous instrument RON. Sir this is cal'd an Otacousticon

PANDOLFO CRICCA HAR. STay Villaine stay though safety 't selfe defends thee Thou diest FVR. Come do thy worst thrust sure or die CRIC. For heau'n sake Gentlemen stay your hands help helpe Help Albumazar HARP. Thus to the hinderer Of my reuenge CRIC. Saue me Albumazar FVRB. And thus and thus and thus CRI. Maister I die I dye HARP. Fliest thou base coward 't is not thy heeles can saue thee ACT. 1. SCEN. 7. ALBVM PAND. CRIC. CRI. Ooh PAN. What ailes thee Cricca CRI. I am dead I am dead Trouble your selfe no more PA. What dead speakst CRIC. Onely there 's left a little breath to tell you PAN. Why where art hurt CRI. Stab'd with a thousand daggers My heart my lights my liuer and my skin Pearst like a siue PAN. Here 's not a wound stand vp 'T is but thy feare CRIC. 'T is but one wound all ouer Softly ô softly y'haue lost the truest seruant Farewell I die ALB. Liue by my curtesie stand vp and breath The dangerous and malignant influence is past But thank my charity that put by the blowes The least of which threatned a dozen graues Now learne to scoffe diuine Astrologie And slight her seruants CRI. A Chirurgion good sir a Surgeon ALB. Stand vp man th' hast no harme my life for thine PAN. Th' art well th' art well CRI. Now I perceiue I am I pray you pardon me Diuine Astrologer ALB. I do but hence-forth laugh at Astrologie And call her seruants Cheaters PAN. Now to our businesse on good Albumazar ALB. Now since the Moone passeth from Capricorne Through Aquarius to the watry Signe of Pisces Antonio 's drown'd and is deuour'd by fishes PAN. Is 't certaine ALB. Certaine PAN. Then let my earnestnes Intreate your skill a fauour ALB. It shall but first I 'le tell you what you meane to aske me PA. Strange ALB. Antonio dead that promis'd you his daughter Your businesse is t' entreate mee raise his ghost And force it stay at home til 't haue perform'd The promise past and so returne to rest PAN. That that y'haue hit it most diuine Albumazar ALB. 'T is a hard thing for de preuatione ad habitū non datur regressus O what a businesse what a maister peece 'T is to raise vp his Ghost whose bodie 's eaten By fish This work desires a Planetary intelligence Of Iupiter and Sol and these great Spirits Are proud phantasticall It ask's much charges T' entice them from the guiding of their Spheares To waite on mortals PAN. So I may haue my purpose spare for no cost ALB. Sir spare your purse wee 'l do 't an easier way The worke shall cost you nothing We haue an Art is cal'd Prastigiatory That deales with spirits and intelligences Of meaner office and condition Whose seruice craue's small charges with one of these I 'le change some seruant or good friend of yours To th' perfect shape of this Antonio So like in face behauiour speech and action That all the Towne shall sweare Antonio liues PAN. Most Necromanticall Astrologer Do this and take mee for your seruant euer And for your paines after the transformation This chaine is your's it cost two hundred pound Beside the iewell AL. After the work is finish't then how now What lines are these that looke sanguineous As if the Starres coniur'd to do you mischiefe PAN. How meane you mee ALB. They 'r dusky marks of Saturne It seemes some stone shall fall vpon your head Threatning a fracture of the Pericrantum PAN. Cricca come hither fetch me my staffe againe Three-score and ten 's return'd A generall Palsie Shakes out the loue of Flauia with a feare Is there no remedy ALB. Nothing but patience The Planet threatens so whose prey you are The Starres and Planets daily warre together For should they stand at truce but one halfe houre This wondrous Machin of the world would ruin Who can withstand their powrefull influence PAN. You with your wisedome good Albumazar ALB. Indeed th' Aegyptian Ptolamee the wise Pronounst it as an Oracle of truth Sapiens dominabitur astris Who 's aboue there Ronca bring downe the cap Made in the point of Mercury being ascendent Here put it on and in your hand this Image Fram'd on a Tuesday when the fierce God of warre Mounted th' horizon in the signe of Aries With these walke as vnwounded as Achilles Dip't by his mother Thetis PAN. You bind mee to your seruice ALB. Next get the man you purpose to transforme And meete mee heere PAN. I will not faile to finde you ALB. Meane while with Sciofericall instrument By way of Azimuth and Almicantarath I 'le seeke some happy point in heauen for you PAN. I rest your seruant sir AL. Let all the Starres Guide you with most propitious influence ACT. 1. SCEN. 8. PANDOLFO CRICCA PAN. HEere 's a strange man indeed of skill profound How right hee knew my businesse 'fore hee saw mee And how thou skoft's him when we talk't in priuate T is a braue instrument his Otacousticon CRIC. In earnest sir I tooke him for a Cheater As many vnder name of cunning men With promise of Astrology much abuse The gaping vulgar wronging that sacred skill That in the Starres reades all our actions PAN. Is there no arches o're our heads looke Cricca CRI. None but the Arch of heauen that cannot fall PAN. Is not that made of Marble I haue read A stone drop't from the Moone And much I feare The fit should take her now and void an other CRI. Feare nothing sir this charm'd Mercuriall cap Shields from the fall of Mountaines 't is not a stone Can check his Art walke boldly PAN. I do let 's in Finis Act. 1. Act. 2. Scoen. 1. TRINCALO ARMELLINA TRINCALA HEE that saith I am not in loue hee lies De cap à pe For I am idle choicely neate in my cloathes valiant and extreme witty My meditations are loded with metaphors and my songs sonnets Not a one shakes his taile but I sigh out a passion thus do I to my Mistresse but alas I kisse the dogge and shee kicks mee I neuer see a yong wanton Filly but say I there goe's Armellina nor a lusty strong Asse but I remember my selfe and sit downe to consider what a goodly race of Mules would inherit if she were willing onely I want vtterance and that 's a maine marke of loue too ARM. Trincalo Trincalo TRINC. O 't is Armellina now if she have the wit to beginne as I meane shee should then will I confound her with complements drawne from the Plaies I see at the Fortune and Red Bull where I learne all the words I speake and vnderstand not ARM. Trincalo what price beare's wheate and Saffron that your band 's so stiffe and yellow not a word why Trincalo what businesse in Towne how do's all at Totnam growne mute What do you bring from the Country TRIN. There 't is Now are my floud-gates drawne and I 'le surround her What haue I brought sweete bit