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A13840
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The atheist's tragedie: or The honest man's reuenge As in diuers places it hath often beene acted. Written by Cyril Tourneur.
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Tourneur, Cyril, 1575?-1626.
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1611
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STC 24146; ESTC S118504
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vltra For Beyond their liues as well for youth as age Nor young nor old in merit or in name Shall e'er exceede their vertues or their fame The third volley T' is done Thus faire accomplements make foule Deedes gratious Charlemont come now when t'wut I 'ue buryed vnder these two marble stones Thy liuing hopes And thy dead fathers bones Exeunt Enter Castabella mourning to the monument of Charlemont Casta. O thou that knowest me iustly Charlemonts Though in the forc'd possession of another Since from thine owne free spirit wee receiue it That our affections cannot be compel'd Though our actions may be not displeas'd if on The altar of his Tombe I sacrifice My teares They are the iewels of my loue Dissolued to griefe and fall vpon His blasted Spring as Aprill dewe vpon A sweet young blossome shak'd before the time Enter Charlemont with a Seruant Charl. Goe see my Truncks disposed of I le but walk A turne or two i' th Church and follow you Exit Seruant O! here 's the fatall monument of my Dead Father first presented to mine eye What 's here in memory of Charlemont Some false relation has abus'd beliefe I am deluded But I thanke thee Heauen For euer let me be deluded thus My Castabella mourning o'er my Hearse Sweete Castabella rise I am not dead Casta. O heauen defend mee Fals in a swoune Charl. I Beshrew my rash And inconsid'rate passion Castabella That could not thinke my Castabella that My sodaine presence might affright her sense I prithee my affection pardon mee Shee rises Reduce thy vnderstanding to thine eye Within this habite which thy misinform'd Conceipt takes onely for a shape liue both The soule and body of thy Charlemont Casta. I feele a substance warme and soft and moist Subiect to the capacitie of sense Charl. Which Spirits are not for their essence is Aboue the nature and the order of Those Elements whereof our senses are Created Touch my lip Why turnst thou from mee Cast. Griefe aboue griefes That which should woe relieue Wish'd and obtain'd giues greater cause to grieue Charl. Can Castabella thinke it cause of griefe That the relation of my death proues false Casta. The presence of the person wee affect Being hopelesse to enioy him makes our griefe More passionate then if wee saw him not Charl. Why not enioy has absence chang'd thee Casta. Yes From maide to wife Charl. Art marryed Casta. O I am Charl. Married had not my mother been a woman I should protest against the chastitie Of all thy sexe How can the Marchant or The Marriner absent whole yeares from wiues Experienc'd in the satisfaction of Desire promise themselues to finde their sheetes Vnspotted with adultery at their Returne when you that neuer had the sense Of actuall temptation could not stay A few short months Caste. O doe but heare me speake Charl. But thou wert wise and didst consider that A Souldier might be maim'd and so perhaps Lose his habilitie to please thee Casta. No That weaknes pleases me in him I have Char. What marryed to a man vnable too O strange incontinence Why was thy bloud Increas'd to such a pleurisie of lust That of necessitie there must a veyne Be open'd though by one that had no skill To doe 't Casta. Sir I beseech you heare me Charl. Speake Casta. Heau'n knowes I am vnguiltie of this act Charl. Why wer 't thou forc'd to doe 't Casta. Heau'n knowes I was Charl. What villaine did it Casta. Your Vncle D'amville And he that dispossess'd my loue of you Hath disinherited you of possession Charl. Disinherited wherein haue I deseru'd To be depriu'd of my deare Fathers loue Casta. Both of his loue and him His soule 's at rest But here your iniur'd patience may behold The signes of his lamented memorie Charlemont findes his Fathers Monument H 'as found it When I tooke him for a Ghoast I could endure the torment of my feare More eas'ly then I can his sorrowes heare Exit Charl. Of all mens griefes must mine be singular Without example Heere I met my graue And all mens woes are buried i' their graues But mine In mine my miseries are borne I pr'ithee sorrow leaue a little roome In my confounded and tormented mind For vnderstanding to deliberate The cause or author of this accident A close aduantage of my absence made To dispossesse me both of land and wife And all the profit does arise to him By whom my absence was first mou'd and vrg'd These circumstances Vncle tell me you Are the suspected author of those wrongs Whereof the lightest is more heauie then The strongest patience can endure to beare Exit Enter D'amville Sebastian and Languebeau D'am. Now Sir your businesse Seba. My Annuitie D'am. Not a deniere Seba. How would you ha' me liue D'am. Why turne Cryer Cannot you turne Cryer Seba. Yes D'am. Then doe so y'haue a good voice for 't Y' are excellent at crying of a Rape Seba. Sir I confesse in particular respect to your selfe I was somewhat forgetfull Gen'rall honestie possess'd me D'am. Goe th' art the base corruption of my bloud And like a Tetter growes 't vnto my flesh Seba. Inflict any punishment vpon me The seueritie shall not discourage me if it be not shamefull so you 'l but put money i' my purse The want of money makes a free spirit more mad then the possession does an Vsurer D'am. Not a farthing Seba. Would you ha' me turne purse-taker T' is the next way to doe 't For want is like the Racque it drawes a man to endanger himselfe to the gallowes rather then endure it Enter Charlemont D'amville counterfaites to take him for a ghoast D'am. What art thou Stay Assist my troubled sence My apprehension will distract me Stay Languebeau Snuffe auoides him fearefully Seba. What art thou speake Charl. The spirit of Charlemont D'am. O stay compose me I dissolue Lang. No T' is prophane Spirits are inuisible T' is the fiend i' the likenesse of Charlemont I will haue no conuersation with Sathan Exit Snuffe Seba. The Spirit of Charlemont I 'le try that Strike and the blow return'd 'Fore God thou sayest true th' art all Spirit D'am. Goe call the Officers Exit D'amville Charl. Th' art a villaine and the Sonne of a villaine Seba. You lye Fight Sebastian is downe Char. Haue at thee Enter the Ghost of Montferrers Reuenge to thee I le dedicate this worke Mont. Hold Charlemont Let him reuenge my murder and thy wrongs To whom the lustice of Reuenge belongs Exit Char. You torture me betweene the passion of my bloud and the religion of my soule Sebastian rises Seba. A good honest fellow Enter D'amville with Officers D'am. What wounded apprehend him Sir is this your salutation for the courtesie I did you when wee parted last You ha' forgot I lent you a thousand Crownes First let him aunswere for this riot When the Law is satisfied for that an an action for his debt shall clap him vp againe I tooke
my loue According to the motion of the Sunne Inuisibly inioyed and vnderstood Charl. That showes your good works are directed to No other end then goodnesse I was rash I must confesse But D'am. I will excuse you To lose a Father and as you may thinke Be disinherited it must be graunted Are motiues to impatience But for death Who can auoide it And for his estate In the vncertaintie of both your liues T' was done discreetly to conferre 't vpon A knowne Successour being the next in bloud And one deare Nephew whom in time to come You shall haue cause to thanke I will not be Your dispossessour but your Gardian I will supply your Fathers vacant place To guide your greene improuidence of youth And make you ripe for your inheritance Charl. Sir I embrance your gen'rous promises Enter Rousard sicke and Castabella Rousa. Embracing I behold the obiect that Mine eye affects Deere Cosin Charlemont D'am. My elder Sonne He meetes you happily For with the hand of our whole family We enterchange th' indenture of our Loues Charl. And I accept it Yet not ioyfully Because y' are sicke D'am. Sir His affection's sound Though hee be sicke in body Rousa. Sicke indeede A gen'rall weakenesse did surprise my health The very day I married Castabella As if my sicknesse were a punishment That did arrest me for some iniurie I then committed Credit me my Loue I pittie thy ill fortune to be match'd With such a weake vnpleasing bedfellow Casta. Beleeue me Sir it neuer troubles me I am as much respectlesse to enioy Such pleasure as ignorant what it is Charl. Thy Sexes wonder Vnhappy Charlemont D'am. Come let 's to supper There we will confirme The eternall bond of our concluded loue Exeunt Actus quarti Scena prima Enter Cataplasma and Soquette with Needle-worke Cataplasma COme Soquette your worke let 's examine your worke What 's here a Medlar with a Plum-tree growing hard by it The leaues o' the Plum-tree falling off the gumme issuing out o' the perish'd ioynts and the branches some of 'em dead and some rotten and yet but a young Plum-tree In good sooth very prettie Soqu. The Plum-tree forsooth growes so neare the Medlar that the Medlar suckes and drawes all the sap from it and the naturall strength o' the ground so that it cannot prosper Cata. How conceipted you are But heere th' ast made a Tree to beare no fruit Why 's that Soqu. There growes a Sauin-tree next it forsooth Cata. Forsooth you are a little too wittie in that Enter Sebastian Seba. But this Honisuckle windes about this white-thorne very prettily and louingly sweet Mistresse Cataplasma Cata. Monsieur Sebastian in good sooth very vprightly welcome this euening Seba. What moralizing vpon this Gentlewomans needle-worke let 's see Cata. No Sir Onely examining whether it be done to the true nature and life o' the thing Seba. Heere y'haue set a Medlar with a Batchelers-button o' one side and a Snaile o' th' tother The Batchelers-button should haue held his head vp more pertly towards the Medlar the Snaile o' th' other side should ha' beene wrought with an artificiall lazinesse doubling his taile and putting out his horne but halfe the length And then the Medlar falling as it were from the lazie Snaile and enclining towards the pert Batchelers-button their branches spreading and winding one within another as if they did embrace But heere 's a morall A poppring Peare-tree growing vpon the banke of a Riuer seeming continually to looke downewards into the water as if it were enamour'd of it and euer as the fruit ripens lets it fall for loue as it were into her lap Which the wanton Streame like a Strumpet no sooner receiues but she carries it away and bestowes it vpon some other creature she maintaines still seeming to play and dally vnder the Poppring so long that it has almost wash'd away the earth from the roote and now the poore Tree stands as if it were readie to fall and perish by that whereon it spent all the substance it had Cata. Morall for you that loue those wanton running waters Seba. But is not my Lady Leuidulcia come yet Cata. Her purpose promis'd vs her companie ere this Lirie your Lute and your Booke Seba. Well said A lesson o' th' Lute to entertaine the time with till she comes Cata. Sol fa mi la Mi mi mi Precious Doest not see mi betweene the two Crochets Strike mee full there So forward This is a sweet straine and thou finger'st it beastly Mi is a laerg there and the prick that stands before mi a long alwaies halfe your note Now Runne your diuision pleasingly with those quauers Obserue all your graces i' the touch Heere 's a sweet cloze strike it full it sets off your musicke delicately Enter Languebeau Snuffe and Leuidulcia Lang. Puritie be in this House Cata. T' is now enter'd and welcome with your good Ladiship Seba. Cease that musicke Here 's a sweeter instrument Leuid. Restraine your libertie See you not Snuffe Seba. What does the Stinkard here put Snuffe out He 's offensiue Leuid. No The credit of his companie defends my being abroad from the eye of Suspition Cata. Wil 't please your Ladiship goe vp into the Closet There are those Falles and Tyres I tolde you of Leuid. Monsieur Snuffe I shall request your patience My stay will not be long Exit cum Sebast. Lang. My duty Madame Falles and Tyres I begin to suspect what Falles and Tyres you meane My Lady and Sebastian the Fall and the Tyre and I the Shadow I perceiue the puritie of my conuersation is vs'd but for a propertie to couer the vncleanenesse of their purposes The very contemplation o' the thing makes the spirit of the flesh begin to wriggle in my bloud And heere my desire has met with an obiect alreadie This Gentlewoman me thinkes should be swayed with the motion liuing in a house where mouing example is so common Temptation has preuail'd ouer mee and I will attempt to make it ouercome her Mistresse Cataplasma My Lady it seemes has some businesse that requires her stay The fairenesse o' the euening inuites me into the ayre will it please you giue this Gentlewoman leaue to leaue her worke and walke a turne or two with me for honest recreation Cata. With all my heart Sir Goe Soquette giue eare to his instructions you may get vnderstanding by his companie I can tell you Lang. In the way of holinesse Mistresse Cataplasma Cata. Good Monsieur Snuffe I will attend your returne Lang. Your hand Gentlewomen The flesh is humble till the Spirit moue it But when t' is rais'd it will command aboue it Exeunt Enter D'amville Charlemont and Borachio D'am. Your sadnesse and the sicknesse of my Sonne Haue made our company and conference Lesse free and pleasing then I purpos'd it Char. Sir for the present I am much vnfit For conuersation or societie With pardon I will rudely take my leaue D'am. Good night deere