will murder graues and ghosts Fright me no more I le suck red vengeance Out of Pieros wounds Piero's wounds Enter two boyes with Piero in his night gown night cap Pie Maria loue Maria she tooke this I le Left you her here On lights away I thinke we shall not warme our beds to day ¶ Enter Iulio Forobosco and Castilio Iul. Ho father father Pie How now Iulio my little prettie sonne Why suffer you the childe to walke so late Foro. He will not sleepe but cals to followe you Crying that bug-beares spirits haunted him Antonio offers to come nere and stab Piero presently withdrawes Ant. No not so This shall be sought for I le force him feede on life Till he shall loath it This shall be the close Of vengeance straine Pie Away there Pages leade on fast with light The Church is full of damps t is yet deade night Exit all sauing Iulio SCENA TERTIA Iul. BROTHER Antonio are you here ifaith Why doe you frowne Indeed my sister said That I should call you brother that she did When you were married to her Busse me good Truth I loue you better then my father deede Ant. Thy father Gratious ô bounteous heauen I doe adore thy Iustice Venit in nostras manus Tandem vindicta venit tota quidem Iul. Truth since my mother dyed I lou'd you best Something hath angred you pray you look merily Ant. I will laugh and dimple my thinne cheeke With capring ioy chuck my heart doth leape To graspe thy bosome Time place and blood How fit you close togither Heauens tones Strike not such musick to immortall soules As your accordance sweetes my breast withall Me thinks I pase vpon the front of Ioue And kick corruption with a scornefull heele Griping this flesh disdaine mortalitie O that I knewe which ioynt which side which lim Were father all and had no mother in 't That I might rip it vaine by vaine and carue reuenge In bleeding races but since 't is mixt together Haue at aduenture pel mell no reuerse Come hither boy This is Andrugio's hearse Iul. O God you le hurt me For my sisters sake Pray you doe not hurt me And you kill me deede I le tell my father An. O for thy sisters sake I flagge reuenge Andr. Reuenge Ant. Stay stay deare father fright mine eyes no more Reuenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth And cleares his heart Come prettie tender childe It is not thee I hate not thee I kill Thy fathers blood that flowes within thy veines Is it I loath is that Reuenge must sucke I loue thy soule and were thy heart lapt vp In any flesh but in Piero's bloode I would thus kisse it but being his thus thus And thus I le punch it Abandon feares Whil'st thy wounds bleede my browes shall gush out teares Iuli. So you will loue me doe euen what you will Ant. Now barkes the Wolfe against the full cheekt Moone Now Lyons halfe-clamd entrals roare for food Now croakes the toad night-crowes screech aloud Fluttering 'bout casements of departing soules Now gapes the graues and through their yawnes let loose Imprison'd spirits to reuisit earth And now swarte night to swell thy hower out Behold I spurt warme bloode in thy blacke eyes From vnder the stage a groane Ant. Howle not thou pury mould groan not ye graues Be dumbe all breath Here stands Andrugio's sonne Worthie his father So I feele no breath His iawes are falne his dislodg'd soule is fled And now there 's nothing but Piero left He is all Piero father all This blood This breast this heart Piero all Whome thus I mangle Spright of Iulyo Forget this was thy trunke I liue thy friend Maist thou be twined with the sofest imbrace Of cleare eternitie but thy fathers blood I thus make incense of to vengeance Ghost of my poysoned Syre sucke this fume To sweete reuenge perfume thy circling ayre With smoake of bloode I sprinkle round his goare And dewe thy hearse with these fresh reeking drops Loe thus I heaue my blood-died handes to heauen Euen like insatiate hell still crying More My heart hath thirsting Dropsies after goare Sound peace and rest to Church night ghosts and graues Blood cries for bloode and murder murder craues SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter two Pages with torches Marya her hayre loose and Nutriche Nut. FY fie to morrowe your wedding day and weepe Gods my comfort Andrugio could do well Piero may doe better I haue had foure husbands my selfe The first I called Sweete Duck the second Deare Heart the third Prettie Pugge But the fourth most sweete deare prettie all in all he was the verie cockeall of a husband What Ladie your skinne is smooth your bloode warme your cheeke fresh your eye quick change of pasture makes fat calues choice of linnen cleane bodies and no question variety of husbands perfect wiues I would you should knowe it as fewe teeth as I haue in my heade I haue red Aristotles Problemes which saith that woman receiueth perfection by the man What then be the men Goe to to bed lye on your backe dream not on Piero I say no more to morrowe is your wedding doe dreame not of Piero ¶ Enter Balurdo with abase Vyole Ma. What an idle prate thou keep'st good nurse goe sleepe I haue a mightie taske of teares to weepe Bal. Ladie with a most retort and obtuse legge I kisse the curled locks of your loose haire The Duke hath sent you the most musicall sir Gefferey with his not base but most innobled Viole to rock your baby thoughts in the Cradle of sleepe Ma. I giue the noble Duke respectiue thanks Bal. Respectiue truely a verie prettie word Indeed Madam I haue the most respectiue fiddle Did you euer smell a more sweete sounde My dittie must goe thus verie wittie I assure you I my selfe in an humorous passion made it to the tune of my mistresse Nutriches beautie Indeede verie prettie verie retort and obtuse I le assure you t is thus My mistresse eye doth oyle my ioynts And makes my fingers nimble O loue come on vntrusse your points My fiddlestick wants Rozzen My Ladies dugges are all so smooth That no flesh must them handle Her eyes doe shine for to say sooth Like a newe snuffed candle Mar. Truelie verie patheticall and vnuulgar Ba. Patheticall and vnuulgar words of worth excellent words In sooth Madam I haue taken a murre which makes my nose run most patheticallie and vnvulgarlie Haue you anie Tobacco Ma. Good Signior your song Ba. Instantlie most vnvulgarlie at your seruice Truelie here 's the most patheticall rozzen Vmh CANTANT Ma. In sooth most knightlie sung like sir Gefferey Ba. Why looke you Ladie I was wade a knight only for my voice a counseller only for my wit Ma. I beleeue it God night gentle sir god night Bal. You will giue me leaue to take my leaue of my mistresse and I will do it most famously in rime Farewell adieu Saith thy loue
defects I le wring what may be squeas'd from out his vse And good night Strozzo Swell plump bold heart For now thy tide of vengeance rowleth in O now Tragoedia Cothurnata mounts Piero's thoughts are fixt on dire exploites Pell mell confusion and black murder guides The organs of my spirit shrinke not heart Capienda rebus in malis praeceps via est FINIS ACTVS SECVNDI ACT. III SCEN. I. ¶ A dumbe showe The cornets sounding for the Acte ¶ Enter Castilio and Forobosco Alberto and Balurdo with polaxes Strozzo talking with Piero seemeth to send out Strotzo Exit Strotzo Enter Strotzo Maria Nutriche and Luceo Piero passeth through his guard and talkes with her with seeming amorousnesse she seemeth to reiect his suite flyes to the toumbe kneeles and kisseth it Piero bribes Nutriche and Lucio they goe to her seeming to solicite his suite She riseth offers to goe out Piero stayeth her teares open his breast imbraceth and kisseth her and so they goe all out in State ¶ Enter two pages the one with two tapers the other with a chafing dish a perfume in it Antonio in his night gowne and a night cap vnbrac't following after An. THE black iades of swart night trot foggy rings Bout heauens browe 12 T is now starke deade night Is this Saint Markes Church 1. Pa. It is my Lord Ant. Where stands my fathers hearse 2. Pa. Those streamers beare his armes I that is it Ant. Set tapers to the toumbe lampe the Church Giue me the fire Now depart and sleepe Exeunt pages I purifie the ayre with odorous fume Graues valts and toumbes groane not to beare my weight Colde flesh bleake trunkes wrapt in your half-rot shrowdes I presse you softly with a tender foote Most honour'd sepulchre vouchsafe a wretch Leaue to weepe ore thee Toumb I le not be long Ere I creepe in thee and with bloodlesse lips Kisse my cold fathers cheeke I pree thee graue Prouide soft mould to wrap my carcasse in Thou royal spirit of Andrugio where ere thou houerst Ayrie intellectt I heaue vp tapers to thee viewe thy son In celebration of dewe obsequies Once euery night I le dewe thy funerall hearse With my religious teares O blessed father of a cursed son Thou diedst most happie since thou liuedst not To see thy sonne most wretched and thy wife Pursu'd by him that seekes my guiltlesse blood O in what orbe thy mightie spirit soares Stoop and beat downe this rising fog of shame That striues to blur thy blood and girt defame About my innocent and spotlesse browes Non est mori miserum sed miserè mori And. Thy pangs of anguish rip my cerecloth vp And loe the ghoast of ould Andrugio Forsakes his coffin Antonio reuenge I was impoyson'd by Piero's hand Reuenge my bloode take spirit gentle boy Reuenge my bloode Thy Mellida is chaste Onely to frustrate thy pursuite in loue Is blaz'd vnchaste Thy mother yeelds consent To be his wife giue his bloode a sonne That made her husbandlesse and doth complot To make her sonlesse but before I touch The banks of rest my ghost shall visite her Thou vigor of my youth iuyce of my loue Seize on reuenge graspe the sterne bended front Of frowning vengeance with vnpaized clutch Alarum Nemesis rouze vp thy blood Inuent some stratageme of vengeance Which but to thinke on may like lightning glide With horor through thy breast remember this Scelera non vlcisceris nisi vincis Exit Andrugio's ghost SCENA SECVNDA ¶ Enter Maria her haire about her eares Nutriche and Lucio with Pages and torches Ma. VVHERE left you him shewe mee good boyes away Nut. Gods mee your haire Ma. Nurse t is not yet prowde day The neat gay mistes of the light 's not vp Her cheekes not yet flurd ouer with the paint Of borrowed crimsone the vnpranked world Wears yet the night-cloathes let flare my loosed hair I scorne the presence of the night Where 's my boy Run I le range about the Church Like frantick Bachanell or Iasons wife Inuoking all the spirits of the graues To tell me where Hah O my poore wretched blood What dost thou vp at midnight my kinde boy Deare soule to bed ô thou hast struck a fright Vnto thy mothers panting O quisquis noua Supplicia functis dirus vmbrarum arbiter Disponis quisquis exeso iaces Pauidus sub antri quisquis venturi times Montis ruinam quisquis auidorum feres Rictus leonum dira furiarum agmina Implicitus horres Antonii vocem excipe Properantis ad vos Vlciscar Ma. Alas my son 's distraught Sweete boy appease Thy mutining affections Ant. By the astonning terror of swart night By the infectious damps of clammie graues And by the mould that presseth downe My deade fathers sculle I le be reueng'd Ma. Wherefore on whom for what go go to bed Good dutious sonne Ho but thy idle An. So I may sleepe toumb'd in an honour'd hearse So may my bones rest in that Sepulcher Ma. Forget not dutie sonne to bed to bed An. May I be cursed by my fathers ghost And blasted with incensed breath of heauen If my heart beat on ought but vengeance May I be numd with horror and my vaines Pucker with sing'ing torture if my braine Disgest a thought but of dire vengeance May I be fetter'd slaue to coward Chaunce If blood heart braine plot ought saue vengeance Ma. Wilt thou to bed I wonder when thou sleepst Ifaith thou look'st sunk-ey'd go couch thy head Now faith t is idle sweet sweet sonne to bed Ant. I haue a prayer or two to offer vp For the good good Prince my most deare dear Lord The Duke Piero and your vertuous selfe And then when those prayers haue obtain'd successe In sooth I le come beleeue it now and couch My heade in downie moulde but first I le see You safely laide I le bring yee all to bed Piero Maria Strotzo Lucio I le see you all laid I le bringe you all to bed And then ifaith I le come and couch my head And sleepe in peace Ma. Looke then wee goe before Exeunt all but Antonio Ant. I so you must before we touch the shore Of wisht reuenge O you departed soules That lodge in coffin'd trunkes which my feet presse If Pythagorian Axiomes be true Of spirits transmigration floote no more To humane bodies rather liue in swine Inhabit wolues flesh scorpions dogs and toads Rather then man The curse of heauen raines In plagues vnlimitted through all his daies His mature age growes onely mature vice And ripens onely to corrupt and rot The budding hopes of infant modestie Still striuing to be more then man he prooues More then a diuell diuelish suspect diuelish crueltie All hell-straid iuyce is powred to his vaines Making him drunke with fuming surquedries Contempt of heauen vntam'd arrogance Lust state pride murder And. Murder From aboue and beneath Fel. Murder From aboue and beneath Pa. Murder From aboue and beneath Ant. I I
tin-foild state And poore Maria must appeare vngrac't Of the bright fulgor of gloss'd maiestie Luc. Cheer vp your spirits Madam fairer chance Then that which courts your presence instantly Can not be formd by the quick mould of thought Mari. Art thou assur'd the dukes are reconcil'd Shall my wombes honour wed faire Mellida Will heauen at length grant harbour to my head Shall I once more clip my Andrugio And wreath my armes about Antonio's necke Or is glib rumor growne a parasite Holding a false glasse to my sorrowes eyes Making the wrinkl'd front of griefe seeme faire Though t is much riueld with abortiue care Lu. Most virtuous Princesse banish straggling feare Keepe league with comfort For these eyes beheld The Dukes vnited you faint glimmering light Nere peeped through the crannies of the east Since I beheld them drinke a sound carouse In sparkling Bacchus Vnto eache others health Your sonne assur'd to beautious Mellida And all clouds clear'd of threatning discontent Ma. What age is morning of Lu. I thinke 'bout fiue Ma. Nutriche Nutriche Nu. Beshrow your fingers marry you haue disturb'd the pleasure of the finest dreame O God I was euen comming to it lawe O Iesu t was comming of the swetest I le tell you now me thought I was maried and mee thought I spent O Lord why did you wake mee and mee thought I spent three spur Roials on the Fidlers for striking vp a fresh hornepipe Saint Vrsula I was euen going to bed you mee thought my husband was euen putting out the tapers when you Lord I shall neuer haue such a dreame come vpon mee as long as Ma. Peace idle creature peace When will the Court rise Lu. Madam t were best you tooke some lodging vp And lay in priuate till the soile of griefe Were cleard your cheeke and new burnisht lustre Cloath'd your presence 'fore you sawe the Dukes And enterd 'mong the proud Venetian States Mar. No Lucio my deare Lord 's wise and knowes That tinsill glitter or rich purfled robes Curled haires hung full of sparkling Carcanets Are not the true adornements of a wife So long as wiues are faithfull modest chaste Wise Lords affect them Vertue doth not waste With each slight flame of crackling vanitie A modest eye forceth affection Whilest outward gainesse light lookes but entice Fairer then Natures faire is fowlest vice She that loues Art to get her cheeke more louers Much outward gaudes slight inward grace discouers I care not to seeme faire but to my Lord Those that striue most to please most strangers sight Follie may iudge most faire wisdome most light ¶ Musique sounds a short straine But harke soft musique gently mooues the ayre I thinke the bridegroom 's vp Lucio stand close O now Marya chalenge griefe to stay Thy ioyes encounter Looke Lucio t is cleare day SCENA TERTIA ¶ Enter Antonio Galeatzo Matzagente Balurdo Pandulpho Feliche Alberto Forobosco Castilio and a Page Ant. DARKNESSE is fled looke infant morn hath drawne Bright siluer curtains 'bout the couch of night And now Auroras horse trots azure rings Breathing faire light about the firmament Stand what 's that Mat. And if a horned diuell should burst forth I would passe on him with a mortall stocke Alb. Oh a horned diuell would prooue ominous Vnto a bridegroomes eyes Mat. A horned diuel good good ha ha ha very good Al. Good tand prince laugh not By the ioyes of loue When thou dost girne thy rusty face doth looke Like the head of a rosted rabbit fie vpon t Bal. By my troth me thinks his nose is iust colour de Roy Mat. I tel thee foole my nose will abide no iest Bal. No in truth I doe not ieast I speake truth Truth is the touchstone of all things and if your nose will not abide the truth your nose will not abide the touch and if your nose will not abide the touch your nose is a copper nose and must be nail'd vp for a slip Mat. I scorne to retort the obtuse ieast of a foole Balurdo drawes out his writing tables and writes Bal. Retort and obtuse good words very good words Gal. Young Prince looke sprightly fie a bridegroom sadde Bal. In truth if he were retort and obtuse no question hee would bee merrie but and please my Genius I will be most retort and obtuse ere night I le tell you what I le beare soone at night in my shielde for my deuice Gal. What good Balurdo Bal. O doe me right sir Gefferey Balurdo sir sir as long as yee liue sir Gal. What good sir Gefferey Balurdo Ba. Marry forsooth I le carrie for my deuice my grand fathers great stone-hors flinging vp his head ierking out his left legge The word Wighy Purt As I am a true knight wil 't not bee most retort and obtuse ha Ant. Blowe hence these saplesse iestes I tell you bloods My spirit 's heauie and the iuyce of life Creepes slowly through my stifned arteries Last sleep my sense was steep't in horrid dreames Three parts of night were swallow'd in the gulfe Of rauenous time when to my slumbring powers Two meager ghosts made apparition The on 's breast seem'd fresh pauncht with bleeding wounds Whose bubling gore sprang in frighted eyes The other ghost assum'd my fathers shape Both cride Reuenge At which my trembling ioynts Iced quite ouer with a froz'd cold sweate Leap't forth the sheets Three times I gasp't at shades And thrice deluded by erroneous sense I forc't my thoughts make stand when loe I op't A large bay window through which the night Struck terror to my soule The verge of heauen Was ringd with flames and all the vpper vault Thick lac't with flakes of fire in midst whereof A blazing Comet shot his threatning traine Iust on my face Viewing these prodigies I bow'd my naked knee and pierc't the starre With an outfacing eye pronouncing thus Deus imperat astris At which my nose straight bled Then doubl'd I my word so slunke to bed Ba. Verely sir Gefferey had a monstrous strange dream the last night For mee thought I dreamt I was asleepe and me thought the ground yaun'd and belkt vp the abhominable ghost of a misshapen Simile with two vgly Pages the one called master euen as going before and the other Mounser euen so following after whil'st Signior Simile stalked most prodigiously in the midst At which I bewrayed the fearefulnesse of my nature and being readie to forsake the fortresse of my wit start vp called for a cleane shirt eate a messe of broth and with that I awakt Ant. I pree thee peace I tell you gentlemen The frightfull shades of night yet shake my braine My gellied blood 's not thaw'd the sulphur damps That flowe in winged lightning 'bout my couch Yet stick within my sense my soule is great In expectation of dire prodigies Pan. Tut my young Prince let not thy fortunes see Their Lord a coward He that 's nobly borne Abhorres to feare Base feare 's the brand of slaues Hee that