other weepe ¶ Exit Andrugio leauing Antonio and his Page Ant. I le follow you Boy pree stay a little Thou hast had a good voice if this colde marshe Wherein we lurke haue not corrupted it ¶ Enter Mellida standing out of sight in her Pages suite I pree thee sing but sirra marke you me Let each nore breath the heart of passion The sad extracture of extreamest griefe Make me a straine speake groning like a bell That towles departing soules Breath me a point that may inforce me weepe To wring my hands to breake my cursed breast Raue and exclaime lie groueling on the earth Straight start vp frantick crying Mellida Sing but Antonio hath lost Mellida And thou shalt see mee like a man possest Howle out such passion that euen this brinish marsh Will squease out teares from out his spungy cheekes The rocks euen groane and Pree pree sing Or I shall nere ha done when I am in T is harder for me end then to begin ¶ The boy runnes a note Antonio breakes it For looke thee boy my griefe that hath no end I may begin to playne but pree sing CANTANT Mell. Heauen keepe you sir An. Heauen keepe you from me sir Mell. I must be acquainted with you sir Ant. Wherefore Art thou infected with misery Sear'd with the anguish of calamitie Art thou true sorrow hearty griefe canst weepe I am not for thee if thou canst not raue ¶ Antonio fals on the ground Fall flat on the ground and thus exclaime on heauen O trifling Nature why enspiredst thou breath Mell. Stay sir I thinke you named Mellida Ant. Know'st thou Mellida Mel. Yes Ant. Hast thou seene Mellida Mell. Yes Ant. Then hast thou seene the glory of her sex The musick of Nature the vnequall'd lustre Of vnmatched excellence the vnited sweete Of heauens graces the most adored beautie That euer strooke amazement in the world Mell. You seeme to loue her Ant. With my very soule Mell. She le not requite it all her loue is fixt Vpon a gallant on Antonio The Duke of Genoas sonne I was her Page And often as I waited she would sigh O deere Antonio and to strengthen thought Would clip my neck and kisse and kisse me thus Therefore leaue louing her fa faith me thinks Her beautie is not halfe so rauishing As you discourse of she hath a freckled face A lowe forehead and a lumpish eye Ant. O heauen that I should heare such blasphemie Boy rogue thou liest and Spauento dell mio core dolce Mellida Di graua morte restoro vero dolce Mellida Celesta saluatrice sovrana Mellida Del mio sperar trofeo vero Mellida Mel. Diletta soaue anima mia Antonio Godeuole belezza cortese Antonio Signior mio virginal amore bell' Antonio Gusto delli mei sensi car' Antonio Ant. O suamisce il cor in vn soaue baccio Mel. Murono i sensi nel desiato dessio Ant. Nel Cielo puo lesser belta pia chiara Mel. Nel mondo pol esser belta pia chiara Ant. Dammi vn baccio da quella bocca beata Bassiammi coglier l' aur a odorata Che in sua neggia in quello dolce labra Mel. Dammi pimpero del tuo gradit' amore Che beame cosempiterno honore Cosi cosimi conuerra morir Good sweet scout ore the marsh for my heart trembls At euery little breath that strikes my eare When thou returnest and I le discourse How I deceiu'd the Court then thou shall tell How thou escapt'st the watch wee le point our speech With amorous kissing kissing cōmaes and euen suck The liquid breath from out each others lips Ant. Dul clod no man but such sweeet fauour clips I goe and yet my panting blood perswades me stay Turne coward in her sight away away I thinke confusion of Babell is falne vpon these louers that they change their language but I feare mee my master hauing but fained the person of a woman hath got their vnfained imperfection and is growne double tongu'd as for Mellida she were no woman if shee could not yeelde strange language But howsoeuer if I should sit in iudgement t is an errour easier to be pardoned by the auditors then excused by the authours and yet some priuate respect may rebate the edge of the keener censure ¶ Enter Piero Castilio Matzagente Forobosco Feliche Galeatzo Balurdo and his Page at another dore Pie This way shee took search my sweet gentlemē How now Balurdo canst thou meete with any body Bal. As I am true gentleman I made my horse sweat that he hath nere a dry thread on him and I can meete with no liuing creature but men beastes In good sadnesse I would haue sworne I had seene Mellida euen now for I sawe a thing stirre vnder a hedge and I peep 't and I spyed a thing and I peer'd and I tweerd vnderneath and truly a right wise man might haue beene deceiued for it was Pie What in the name of heauen Bal. A dun cowe Fel. Sh 'ad nere a kettle on her head Pie Boy didst thou see a yong Lady passe this way Gal. Why speake you not Bal. Gods neakes proud elfe giue the Duke reuerence stand bare with a Whogh heauens blesse me Mellida Mellida Pie Where man where Balur. Turnd man turnd man women weare the breaches loe here Pie Light and vnduteous kneele not peeuish elfe Speake not entreate not shame vnto my house Curse to my honour Where 's Antonio Thou traitresse to my hate what is he shipt For England now well whimpering harlot hence Mell. Good father Pie Good me no goods Seest thou that sprightly youth ere thou canst tearme to morrow morning old thou shalt call him thy husband Lord and loue Mel. Ay me Pie Blirt on your ay mees gard her safely hence Drag her away I le be your gard to night Young Prince mount vp your spirits and prepare To solemnize your Nuptials eue with pompe Gal. The time is scant now nimble wits appeare Phoebus begins gleame the welkin 's cleare Exeunt all but Balurdo and his Page Bal. Now nimble wits appeare I le my selfe appeare Balurdo's selfe that in quick wit doth surpasse Will shew the substance of a compleat Dil. Asse asse Bal. I le mount my courser and most gallantly prick Dil. Gallantly prick is too long and stands hardly in the verse sir Bal. I le speake pure rime and will so brauely pranke it that I le tosse loue like a pranke pranke it a rime for pranke it Dil. Blankit Bal. That I le tosse loue like a dogge in a blanket ha ha in deede law I thinke ha ha I thinke ha ha I think I shall tickle the Muses And I strike it not deade say Balurdo thou art an arrant sot Dil. Balurdo thou art an arrant sot ¶ Enter Andrugio and Antonio wreathed together Lucio And. Now come vnited force of chap-falne death Come power of fretting anguish leaue distresse O thus infoulded we haue breasts of proofe Gainst all
THE HISTORY OF Antonio and Mellida The first part As it hath beene sundry times acted by the children of Paules Written by I. M. LONDON ¶ Printed for Mathewe Lownes and Thomas Fisher and are to be soulde in Saint Dunstans Church-yarde 1602 To the onely rewarder and most iust poiser of vertuous merits the most honorably renowned No-body bountious Mecaenas of Poetry and Lord Protector of oppressed innocence Do Dedicoque SINCE it hath flow'd with the current of my humorous bloode to affect a little too much to be seriously fantasticall here take most respected Patron the worthlesse present of my slighter idlenes If you vouchsaf not his protectiō then O thou sweetest perfectiō Female beautie shield mee from the stopping of vineger bottles Which most wished fauour if it faile me then Sinequeo flectere superos Acheronta mouebo But yet Honours redeemer vertues aduancer religions shelter and pieties fosterer Yet yet I faint not in despaire of thy gratious affection protection to which I onely shall euer rest most seruingmanlike obsequiously making legs and standing after our free-borne English garbe bare headed Thy onely affied slaue and admirer I M. The Play called Antonio and Mellida Induction ¶ Enter Galeatzo Piero Alberto Antonio Forobosco Balurdo Matzagente Feliche with parts in their hands hauing cloakes cast ouer their apparell COme sirs come the musique will sounde straight for entrance Are yee readie are yee perfect Pier. Faith we can say our parts but wee are ignorant in what mould we must cast our Actors Albert. Whome doe you personate Pie Piero Duke of Venice Alb. O ho then thus frame your exterior shape To hautie forme of elate maiestie As if you held the palsey shaking head Of reeling chaunce vnder your fortunes belt In strictest vassalage growe big in thought As swolne with glory of succesfull armes Pie If that be all feare not I le sute it right Who can not be proud stroak vp the haire and strut Al. Truth such ranke custome is growne popular And now the vulgar fashion strides as wide And stalkes as proud vpon the weakest stilts Of the slight'st fortunes as if Hercules Or burly Atlas shouldred vp their state Pi. Good but whome act you Alb. The necessitie of the play forceth me to act two parts Andrugio the distressed Duke of Genoa and Alberto a Venetian gentleman enamoured on the Ladie Rossaline whose fortunes being too weake to sustaine the port of her he prou'd alwaies desastrous in loue his worth being much vnderpoised by the vneuen scale that currants all thinges by the outwarde stamp of opiniō Gal. Wel and what dost thou play Ba. The part of all the world Alb. The part of all the world What 's that Bal. The foole I in good deede law now I play Balurdo a wealthie mountbanking Burgomasco's heire of Venice Alb. Ha ha one whose foppish nature might seem great only for wise mens recreation and like a Iuicelesse barke to preserue the sap of more strenuous spirits A seruile hounde that loues the sent of forerunning fashion like an emptie hollow vault still giuing an eccho to wit greedily champing what any other well valued iudgement had before hand shew'd Foro. Ha ha ha tolerably good good faith sweet wag Alb. Vmh why tolerably good good faith sweet wag Go goe you flatter me Foro. Right I but dispose my speach to the habit of my part Alb. Why what plaies he To Feliche Fe. The wolfe that eats into the breast of Princes that breeds the Lethargy and falling sicknesse in honour makes Iustice looke asquint and blinks the eye of merited rewarde from viewing desertfull vertue Alb. What 's all this Periphrasis ha Fe. The substance of a supple-chapt flatterer Alb. O doth he play Forobosco the Parasite Good i-faith Sirrah you must seeme now as glib and straight in outward semblance as a Ladies buske though inwardly as crosse as a paire of Tailors legs hauing a tongue as nimble as his needle with seruile patches of glauering flattery to stitch vp the bracks of vnworthily honourd Fo. I warrant you I warrant you you shall see mee prooue the very Perewig to couer the balde pate of brainelesse gentilitie Ho I will so tickle the sense of bella gratiosa madonna with the titillation of Hyperbolicall praise that I le strike it in the nick in the very nick chuck Fel. Thou promisest more than I hope any Spectator giues faith of performance but why looke you so duskie ha To Antonio Ant. I was neuer worse fitted since the natiuitie of my Actorshippe I shalt be hist at on my life now Fel. Why what must you play Ant. Faith I know not what an Hermaphrodite two parts in one my true person being Antonio son to the Duke of Genoa though for the loue of Mellida Pieros daughter I take this fained presence of an Amazon calling my selfe Florizell and I know not what I a voice to play a lady I shall nere doe it Al. O an Amazon should haue such a voice virago-like Not play two parts in one away away t is common fashion Nay if you cannot bear two subtle frōts vnder one hood I de or goe by goe by off this worlds stage O times impuritie An. I but whē vse hath taught me actiō to hit the right point of a Ladies part I shall growe ignorant when I must turne young Prince againe how but to trusse my hose Fe. Tush neuer put them off for women weare the breaches still Mat. By the bright honour of a Millanoise and the resplendent fulgor of this steele I will defende the feminine to death and ding his spirit to the verge of hell that dates divulge a ladies preiudicio Exit Ant Al. Fel Rampum scrampum mount tuftie Tamburlaine What rattling thunder clappe breakes from his lips Alb. O 't is natiue to his part For acting a moderne Bragadoch vnder the person of Matzagente the Duke of Millaines sonne it may seeme to suite with good fashion of coherence Pie But me thinks he speakes with a spruce Attick accent of adulterate Spanish Al. So 't is resolu'd For Millane being halfe Spanish halfe high Dutch and halfe Italians the blood of chifest houses is corrupt and mungrel'd so that you shal see a fellow vaine-glorious for a Spaniard gluttonous for a Dutchman proud for an Italian and a fantastick Ideot for all Such a one conceipt this Matzagente Fe. But I haue a part allotted mee which I haue neither able apprehension to conceipt nor what I conceipt gratious abilitie to vtter Gal. Whoop in the old cut good shew vs a draught of thy spirit Fel. T is steddie and must seeme so impregnably fortrest with his own cōtent that no enuious thought could euer inuade his spirit neuer surueying any man so vnmeasuredly happie whome I thought not iustly hatefull for some true impouerishment neuer beholding any fauour of Madam Felicity gracing another which his well bounded content perswaded not to hang in the front of his owne fortune and therefore as farre
from enuying any man as he valued all men infinitely distant from accomplisht beatitude These natiue adiuncts appropriate to me the name of Feliche But last good thy humour Exit Alb. A. T is to be describ'd by signes tokens For vnlesse I were possest with a legiō of spirits 't is impossible to be perspicuous by any vtterance For sometimes he must take austere state as for the person of Galeatzo the sonne of the duke of Florence possesse his exteriour presence with a formall maiestie keepe popularitie in distance and on the sudden fling his honour so prodigally into a common Arme that hee may seeme to giue vp his indiscretion to the mercy of vulgar cēsure Now as solemne as a trauailer and as graue as a Puritanes ruffe with the same breath as slight and scatterd in his fashion as as as a a any thing Now as sweet and neat as a Barbours casting-bottle straight as slouenly as the yeasty breast of an Ale-knight now lamenting then chafing straight laughing then Feli. What then Anto. Faith I know not what ' thad bene a right part for Proteus or Gew ho blinde Gew would ha don 't rarely rarely Feli. I feare it is not possible to limme so many persons in so small a tablet as the compasse of our playes afford Anto. Right therefore I haue heard that those persons as he you Feliche that are but slightly drawen in this Comedie should receiue more exact accomplishment in a second Part which if this obtaine gratious acceptance meanes to try his fortune Feli. Peace here comes the Prologue cleare the Stage Exeunt ¶ The Prologue THE wreath of pleasure and delicious sweetes Begirt the gentle front of this faire troope Select and most respected Auditours For wits sake doe not dreame of miracles Alas we shall but falter if you lay The least sad waight of an vnused hope Vpon our weakenesse onely we giue vp The woorthlesse present of flight idlenesse To your authentick censure O that our Muse Had those abstruse and synowy faculties That with a straine of fresh inuention She might presse out the raritie of Art The pur'st elixed ioyce of rich conceipt In your attentiue eares that with the lip Of gratious elocution we might drinke A sound carouse vnto your health of wit But O the heathy drynesse of her braine Foyle to your fertile spirits is asham'd To breath her blushing numbers to such eares Yet most ingenious deigne to vaile our wants With sleeke acceptance polish these rude Sceanes And if our slightnesse your large hope beguiles Check not with bended brow but dimpled smiles Exit Prologue ACTVS PRIMVS ¶ The Cornets sound a battle within ¶ Enter Antonio disguised like an Amazon An. HEART wilt not break thou abhorred life Wilt thou still breath in my enraged bloud Vaines synewes arteries why crack yee not Burst and diuul'st with anguish of my griefe Can man by no meanes creepe out of himselfe And leaue the slough of viperous griefe behinde Antonio hast thou seene a fight at sea As horrid as the hideous day of doome Betwixt thy father duke of Genoa And proud Piero the Venetian Prince In which the sea hath swolne with Genoas bloud And made spring tydes with the warme reeking gore That gusht from out our Gallies scupper holes In which thy father poore Andrugio Lyes sunk or leapt into the armes of chaunce Choakt with the laboring Oceans brackish fome Who euen despite Pieros cancred hate Would with an armed hand haue seiz'd thy loue And linkt thee to the beautious Mellida Haue I outliu'd the death of all these hopes Haue I felt anguish pourd into my heart Burning like Balsamum in tender wounds And yet dost liue could not the fretting sea Haue rowl'd me vp in wrinkles of his browe Is death growen coy or grim confusion nice That it will not accompany a wretch But I must needs be cast on Venice shoare And try new fortunes with this strange disguise To purchase my adored Mellida The Cornets sound a flourish cease Harke how Piero's triumphs beat the ayre O rugged mischiefe how thou grat'st my heart Take spirit blood disguise be confident Make a firme stand here rests the hope of all Lower then hell there is no depth to fall The Cornets sound a Synnet Enter Feliche and Alberto Castilio and Forobosco a Page carying a shield Piero in Armour Catzo and Dildo and Balurdo All these sauing Piero armed with Petronels Beeing entred they make a stand in diuided foyles Piero Victorious Fortune with tryumphant hand Hurleth my glory 'bout this ball of earth Whil'st the Venetian Duke is heaued vp On wings of faire successe to ouer-looke The low cast ruines of his enemies To see my selfe ador'd and Genoa quake My fate is firmer then mischance can shake Feli. Stand the ground trembleth Piero Hah an earthquake Ball Oh I smell a sound Feli. Piero stay for I descry a fume Creeping from out the bosome of the deepe The breath of darkenesse fatall when 't is whist In greatnes stomacke this same smoake call'd pride Take heede shee 'le lift thee to improuidence And breake thy necke from steepe securitie Shee 'le make thee grudge to let Iehoua share In thy successefull battailes O shee 's ominous Inticeth princes to deuour heauen Swallow omnipotence out-stare dread fate Subdue Eternitie in giant thought Heaues vp their hurt with swelling puft conceit Till their soules burst with venom'd Arrogance Beware Piero Rome it selfe hath tried Confusions traine blowes vp this Babell pride Pier. Pish Dimitto superos summa votorum attigi Alberto hast thou yeelded vp our fixt decree Vnto the Genoan Embassadour Are they content if that their duke returne To send his and his sonne Antonios head As pledges steept in bloud to gaine their peace Alb. With most obsequious sleek-brow'd intertain They all embrace it as most gratious Pier. Are Proclamations sent through Italy That whosoeuer brings Andrugios head or young Anthonios shall be guerdoned With twentie thousand double Pistolets And be indeened to Pieros loue Forob. They are sent euery way sound policy Sweete Lord Fel. Confusion to these limber Sycophants No sooner mischief 's borne in regenty But flattery christens it with pollicy tacite Pier VVhy then O me Celitum excelsissimum The intestine malice and inueterate hate I alwaies bore to that Andrugio Glories in triumph ore his misery Nor shall that carpet-boy Antonio Match with my daughter sweet cheekt Mellida No the publick power makes my faction strong Fel. Ill when publick power strēgthneth priuate wrōg Pie T is horse-like not for man to know his force Fel. T is god-like for a man to feele remorse Pie Pish I prosecute my families reuenge VVhich I le pursue with such a burning chace Till I haue dri'd vp all Andrugios bloud VVeake rage that with slight pittie is withstoode ¶ The Cornets sound a florish VVhat meanes that fresh triumphall florish sound Alb. The prince of Millane and young Florence heir Approach to gratulate your victorie Pie
or so it shall not be cast away if hah here 's a foreheade an eye a heade a haire that would make a or if you haue any spare paire of siluer spurs I le doe you as much right in all kinde offices Fel. Of a kinde Parasite Foro. As any of my meane fortunes shall be able to Balur. As I am true Christian now thou hast wonne the spurres Feli. For flattery O how I hate that same Egyptian louse A rotten maggot that liues by stinking filth Of tainted spirits vengeance to such dogs That sprout by gnawing senselesse carion ¶ Enter Alberto Alb. Gallants saw you my mistresse the Ladie Rossaline Foro. My mistresse the Ladie Rossaline left the presence euen now Casti. My mistresse the Ladie Rossaline withdrewe her gratious aspect euen now Balur. My mistresse the Ladie Rossaline withdrewe her gratious aspect euen now Felich. Well said eccho Alb. My mistresse and his mistresse and your mistresse the dogs mistresse pretious dear heauen that Alberto liues to haue such riuals Slid I haue bin searching euery priuate rome Corner and secret angle of the court And yet and yet and yet she liues conceal'd Good sweete Feliche tell me how to finde My bright fac't mistresse out Fel. Why man cry out for lanthorne and candle-light For t is your onely way to finde your bright flaming wench with your light burning torch for most commonly these light creatures liue in darknesse Alb. Away you heretike you le be burnt for Fel. Goe you amorous hound follow the sent of your mistresse shooe away Foro. Make a faire presence boyes aduance your lightes The Princesse makes approach Bal. And please the gods now in very good deede law you shal see me tickle the measures for the heauēs Doe my hangers showe ¶ Enter Piero Antonio Mellida Rossaline Galeatzo Matzagente Alberto and Flauia As they enter Feliche Castilio make a ranke for the Duke to passe through Forobosco vshers the Duke to his state then whilst Piero speaketh his first speach Mellida is taken by Galeatzo and Matzagente to daunce they supporting her Rossaline in like maner by Alberto and Balurdo Flauia by Feliche and Castilio Pie Beautious Amazon sit and seat your thoughts In the reposure of most soft content Sound musick there Nay daughter cleare your eyes From these dull fogs of mistie discontent Look sprightly girl What though Antonio 's droun'd That peeuish dotard on thy excellence That hated issue of Andrugio Yet maist thou tryumph in my victories Since loe the high borne bloodes of Italy Sue for thy seate of loue Let musique sound Beautie and youth run descant on loues ground Matz. Ladie erect your gratious summetry Shine in the spheare of sweete affection Your eye as heauie as the heart of night Mell. My thoughts are as black as your bearde my fortunes as ill proportioned as your legs and all the powers of my minde as leaden as your wit and as dustie as your face is swarthy Gal. Faith sweet I le lay thee on the lips for that iest Mell. I pree thee intrude not on a dead mans right Gal. No but the liuings iust possession Thy lips and loue are mine Mell. You nere tooke seizin on them yet forbeare There 's not a vacant corner of my heart But all is fild with deade Antonios losse Then vrge no more O leaue to loue at all T is lesse disgracefull not to mount then fall Mat. Bright and refulgent Ladie daine your eare You see this blade had it a courtly lip It would diuulge my valour plead my loue Iustle that skipping feeble amorist Out of your loues seat I am Matzagent Gale Harke thee I pray thee taint not thy sweete eare With that sots gabble By thy beautious cheeke He is the flagging'st bulrush that ere droopt With each slight mist of raine But with pleas'd eye Smile on my courtshippe Mel. What said you sir alas my thought was fixt Vpon another obiect Good forbeare I shall but weepe Aye me what bootes a teare Come come le ts daunce O musicke thou distill'st More sweetnesse in vs then this iarring world Both time and measure from thy straines doe breath Whilst from the channell of this durt doth flowe Nothing but timelesse griefe vnmeasured woe Anto. O how impatience cramps my cracked veins And cruddles thicke my blood with boiling rage O eyes why leape you not like thunderbolts Or canon bullets in my riuals face Oy me infeliche misero o lamenteuol fato Alber. What meanes the Lady fal vpon the groūd Ross. Belike the falling sicknesse Anto. I cannot brooke this sight my thoughts grow wilde Here lies a wretch on whome heauen neuer smilde Ross. What seruant nere a word and I here man I would shoot some speach forth to strike the time With pleasing touch of amorous complement Say sweete what keepes thy minde what think'st thou Alb. Nothing on Rossa. What 's that nothing Alb. A womans constancie Rossa. Good why would'st thou haue vs sluts neuer shift the vestur of our thoughts Away for shame Alb. O no th art too constant to afflict my heart Too too firme fixed in vnmooued scorne Ross. Pish pish I fixed in vnmooued scorne Why I le loue thee to night Alb. But whome to morrow Ross. Faith as the toy puts me in the head Bal. And pleased the marble heauens now would I might be the toy to put you in the head kindly to conceipt my my my pray you giue in an Epithite for loue Fel. Roaring roaring O loue thou hast murdred me made me a shadowe and you heare not Balurdo but Balurdos ghost Rossa. Can a ghost speake Bal. Scuruily as I doe Ross. And walke Bal. After their fashion Ross. And eate apples Bal. In a sort in their garbe Feli. Pree Flauia be my mistresse Fla. Your reason good Feliche Fel. Faith I haue nineteene mistresses alreadie and I not much disdeigne that thou shold'st make vp the ful score Fla. Oh I heare you make common places of your mistresses to performe the office of memory by Pray you in auncient times were not those satten hose In good faith now they are new dyed pinkt scoured they showe as well as if they were new What mute Balurdo Feli. I in faith t were not for printing and painting my breech and your face would be out of reparation Bal. I an faith and t were not for printing pointing my breech and your face would be out of reparation Fel. Good againe Echo Fla. Thou art by nature too foule to be affected Feli. And thou by Art too faire to be beloued By wits life most sparke spirits but hard chance La ty dine Pie Gallants the night growes old downy sleep Courts vs to entertaine his company Our tyred lymbes brus'd in the morning fight Intreat soft rest and gentle husht repose Fill out Greeke wines prepare fresh cressit-light Wee le haue a banquet Princes then good night ¶ The Cornets sound a Synnet and the Duke goes out in state As they are going
the venom'd stings of misery Ant: Father now I haue an antidote Gainst all the poyson that the world can breath My Mellida my Mellida doth blesse This bleak waste with her presence How now boy Why dost thou weepe alas where 's Mellida Ant. Ay me my Lord And. A sodden horror doth inuade my blood My sinewes tremble and my panting heart Scuds round about my bosome so goe out Dreading the assailant horrid passion O be no tyrant kill me with one blowe Speake quickly briefely boy Pa. Her father found and seis'd her she is gone And. Son heat thy bloode be not frose vp with grief Courage sweet boy sinke not beneath the waight Of crushing mischiefe O where 's thy dantlesse heart Thy fathers spirit I renounce thy blood If thou forsake thy valour Lu. See how his grief speakes in his slow-pac't steps Alas t is more than he can vtter let him goe Dumbe solitary path best sureth woe And. Giue me my armes my armour Lucio Lu. Deare Lord what means this rage when lacking vse Scarce safes your life will you in armour rise And. Fortune feares valour presseth cowardize Lu. Then valour gets applause when it hath place And meanes to blaze it And. Nunquam potest non esse Lu. Patience my Lord may bring your ils some end And. What patience friend can ruin'd hopes attēd Come let me die like old Andrugio Worthy my birth O blood-true-honour'd graues Are farre more blessed then base life of slaues Exeunt ACTVS QVINTVS ¶ Enter Balurdo a Painter with two pictures and Dildo Bal. AND are you a painter sir can you drawe can you drawe Pay Yes sir Ba. Indeede lawe now so can my fathers forehore horse And are these the workmanshippe of your hands Payn. I did lymne them Bal. Lymne them a good word lymne them whose picture is this Anno Domini 1599 Beleeue mee master Anno Domini was of a good settled age when you lymn'd him 1599. yeares old Le ts see the other Etatis suae 24. Bi r Ladie he is somwhat younger Belike master Etatis suae was Anno Dominies sonne Pa. Is not your master a Dil. He hath a little procliuitie to him Pa. Procliuitie good youth I thank you for your courtly procliuitie Bal. Approach good sir I did send for you to drawe me a deuise an Imprezza by Sinecdoche a Mott By Phoebus crymson taffata mantle I thinke I speake as melodiously looke you sir how thinke you on t I wold haue you paint mee for my deuice a good fat legge of ewe mutton swimming in stewde broth of plummes boy keele your mouth it runnes ouer and the word shall be Holde my dish whilst I spill my pottage Sure in my conscience t would be the most sweete deuice now Pa. T would sent of kitchin-stuffe too much Bal. Gods neakes now I remember mee I ha the rarest deuise in my head that euer breathed Can you paint me a driueling reeling song let the word be Vh. Payn. A belch Bal. O no no Vh paint me vh or nothing Pay It can not be done sir but by a seeming kinde of drunkennesse Bal. No well let me haue a good massie ring with your owne poesie grauen in it that must sing a small trebble worde for word thus And if you will my true louer be Come followe mee to the greene wodde Pa. O Lord sir I can not make a picture sing B. Why z'lid I haue seen painted things sing as sweet But I hau 't will tickle it for a conceipt ifaith ¶ Enter Feliche and Alberto Alb. O deare Feliche giue me thy deuice How shall I purchase loue of Rossaline Fel. S'will flatter her soundly Alb. Her loue is such I can not flatter her Bu with my vtmost vehemence of speach I haue ador'd her beauties Fel. Hast writ good mouing vnaffected rimes to her Alb. O yes Feliche but she scornes my writ Fel. Hast thou presented her with sumptuous gifts Alb. Alas my fortunes are too weake to offer them Fell. O then I haue it I le tell thee what to doe Alb. What good Feliche Fel. Goe and hang thy selfe I say goe hang thy selfe If that thou canst not giue goe hang thy selfe I le rime thee dead or verse thee to the rope How thinkst thou of a Poet that sung thus Munera sola pacant sola addunt munera formam Munere solicites Pallada Cypris erit Munera munera Alb. I le goe and breath my woes vnto the rocks And spend my griefe vpon the deafest seas I le weepe my passion to the senselesse trees And load most solitarie ayre with plaints For wods trees sea or rocky Appenine Is not so ruthlesse as my Rossaline Farewell deare friend expect no more of mee Here ends my part in this loues Comedy Exit Alb. Exit Paynter Fel. Now master Balurdo whether are you going ha Bal. Signior Feliche how doe you faith by my troth how doe you Fel. Whether art thou going bully Bal. And as heauen helpe mee how doe you How doe you ifaith he Fel. Whether art going man Bal. O god to the Court I le be willing to giue you grace and good countnance if I may but see you in the presence Fel. O to court farewell Bal. If you see one in a yellow taffata dubblet cut vpon carnation valure a greene hat a blewe paire of veluet hose a gilt rapier and an orange tawny pair of worsted silke stockings that 's I that 's I Fel. Very good farewell Bal. Ho you shall knowe me as easily I ha bought mee a newe greene feather with a red sprig you shall see my wrought shirt hang out at my breeches you shall know me Fel. Very good very good farewell Ball Marrie in the maske t will be somewhat harde But if you heare any bodie speake so wittily that hee makes all the roome laugh that 's I that 's I Farewell good Signior ¶ Enter Forobosco Castilio a boy carying a gilt harpe Piero Mellida in night apparrell Rossaline Flauia two Pages Pier. Aduance the musiques prize now capring wits Rise to your highest mount let choyce delight Garland the browe of this tryumphant night Sfoote a sits like Lucifer himselfe Rossa. Good sweete Duke first let their voyces strain for musicks price Giue mee the golden harpe faith with your fauour I le be vmperesse Pi. Sweet neece cōtent boyes cleare your voice sing 1. CANTAT Rossa. By this gould I had rather haue a seruant with a short nose and a thinne haire then haue such a high stretcht minikin voice Pie Faire neece your reason Ross. By the sweete of loue I should feare extreamely that he were an Eunuch Cast. Sparke spirit how like you his voice Ross. Spark spirit how like you his voice So helpe me youth thy voice squeakes like a dry cork shoe come come le ts heare the next 2. CANTAT Pie Trust me a good strong meane Well sung my boy ¶ Enter Balurdo Bal. Hold hold hold are yee blind could you not see my voice
out Antonio stayes Mellida the rest Exeunt An. What meanes these scattred looks why tremble you Why quake your thoughts in your distracted eyes Collect your spirits Madam what doe you see Dost not beholde a ghost Look look where he stalks wrapt vp in clouds of grief Darting his sowle vpon thy wondring eyes Looke he comes towards thee see he stretcheth out His wretched armes to girt thy loued waste With a most wisht embrace see'st him not yet Nor yet Ha Mellida thou well maist erre For looke he walkes not like Antonio Like that Antonio that this morning shone In glistering habilliments of armes To seize his loue spight of her fathers spite But like himselfe wretched and miserable Banisht forlorne despairing strook quite through With sinking griefe rowld vp in seauen-fould doubles Of plagues vanquishable harke he speakes to thee Mell. Alas I can not heare nor see him Anto. Why al this night about the roome he stalkt And groand and houl'd with raging passion To view his loue life blood of all his hopes Crowne of his fortunes clipt by strangers armes Looke but behinde thee Mel. O Antonio my Lord my Loue my An. Leaue passion sweet for time place aire earth Are all our foes feare and be iealous faire Le ts fly Mell. Deare heart ha whether Anto. O t is no matter whether but le ts fly Ha! now I thinke on t I haue nere a home No father friend no country to imbrace These wretched limbes the world the All that is Is all my foe a prince not worth a doite Onelie my head is hoised to high rate Worth twentie thousand double Pistolets To him that can but strike it from these shoulders But come sweete creature thou shalt be my home My father country riches and my friend My all my soule and thou and I will liue Le ts thinke like what and thou and I will liue Like vnmatcht mirrors of calamitie The iealous eare of night eaue-drops our talke Holde thee ther 's a iewell look thee ther 's a note That will direct thee when where how to fly Bid me adieu Mell. Farewell bleak misery Anto. Stay sweet le ts kisse before you goe Mel. Farewell deare soule Anto. Farewell my life my heart ACTVS TERTIVS ¶ Enter Andrugio in armour Lucio with a sheepeheard gowne in his hand and a Page Andr. IS not yon gleame the shuddering morne that flakes With siluer tinctur the east vierge of heauen Lu. I thinke it is so please your excellence Andr. Away I haue no excellence to please Pree obserue the custome of the world That onely flatters greatnesse States exalts And please my excellence O Lucio Thou hast bin euer held respected deare Euen pretious to Andrugios in most loue Good flatter not Nay if thou giu'st not faith That I am wretched O read that read that Piero Sforza to the Italian Princes fortune EXCELLENT the iust ouerthrowe Andrugio tooke in the Venetian gulfe hath so assured the Genowaies of the iustice of his cause and the hatefulnesse of his person that they haue banisht him and all his family and for confirmation of their peace with vs haue vowed that if he or his sonne can be attached to send vs both their heads Wee therefore by force of our vnited league forbid you to harbour him or his blood but if you apprehend his person we intreat you to send him or his head to vs For wee vowe by the honour of our blood to recompence any man that bringeth his head with twentie thousand double Pistolets and the indeering to our choysest loue From Venice PIERO SFORZA Andr. My thoughts are fixt in contemplation Why this huge earth this monstrous animal That eates her children should not haue eyes ears Philosophie maintaines that Natur 's wise And formes no vselesse or vnperfect thing Did Nature make the earth or the earth Nature For earthly durt makes all things makes the man Moulds me vp honour and like a cunning Dutchmā Paints me a puppit euen with seeming breath And giues a sot appearance of a soule Goe to goe to thou liest Philosophy Nature formes things vnperfect vselesse vaine Why made she not the earth with eyes and eares That she might see desert and heare mens plaints That when a soule is splitted sunke with griefe He might fall thus vpon the breast of earth And in her eare halloo his misery Exclaming thus O thou all bearing earth Which men doe gape for till thou cramst their mouths And choakst their throts with dust O chaune thy brest And let me sinke into thee Looke who knocks Andrugio cals But O she 's deafe and blinde A wretch but leane reliefe on earth can finde Lu. Sweet Lord abandon passion and disarme Since by the fortune of the tumbling sea We are rowl'd vp vpon the Venice marsh Le ts clip all fortune least more lowring fate And. More lowring fate O Lucio choak that breath Now I defie chaunce Fortunes browe hath frown'd Euen to the vtmost wrinkle it can bend Her venom 's spit Alas what country rests What sonne what comfort that she can depriue Tryumphes not Venice in my ouerthrow Gapes not my natiue country for my blood Lies not my sonne tomb'd in the swelling maine And yet more lowring fate There 's nothing left Vnto Andrugio but Andrugio And that nor mischief force distresse nor hel can take Fortune my fortunes not my minde shall shake Lu. Speake like your selfe but giue me leaue my Lord To wish your safetie If you are but seene Your armes display you therefore put them off And take And. Would'st thou haue me go vnarm'd among my foes Being besieg'd by passion entring lists To combat with despaire and mightie griefe My soule beleaguerd with the crushing strength Of sharpe impatience Ha Lucio goe vnarm'd Come soule resume the valour of thy brith My selfe my selfe will dare all opposits I le muster forces an vnuanquisht power Cornets of horse shall presse th' vngratefull earth This hollow wombed masse shall inly grone And murmur to sustaine the waight of armes Gastly amazement with vpstarted haire Shall hurry on before and vsher vs Whil'st trumpets clamour with a sound of death Lu. Peace good my Lord your speach is al too light Alas suruey your fortunes looke what 's left Of all your forces and your vtmost hopes A weake old man a Page and your poore selfe And. Andrugio liues and a faire cause of armes Why that 's an armie all inuincible He who hath that hath a battalion Royal armour of proofe huge troups of barbed steeds Maine squares of pikes millions of harguebush O a faire cause stands firme and will abide Legions of Angels fight vpon her side Lu. Then noble spirit slide in strange disguise Vnto some gratious Prince and soiourne there Till time and fortune giue reuenge firme meanes And. No I le not trust the honour of a man Golde is growne great and makes perfidiousnesse A common water in most Princes Courts He 's in the Chekle-roule I le