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A18413
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The gentleman vsher. By George Chapman
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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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