the Duke on some steepe cliffe lament his wifes dishonor and in an agony of his hearts torture hurled his groning sides into the swolne sea this circumstance well made soundes probable and hereupon the Dutches Men. May well be banished ô vnpeerable inuension rare Thou God of pollicie it hunnies me Mal. Then feare not for the wife of Altofront I le close to her Men. Thou shalt thou shalt our excellencie is pleased why wert not thou an Emperour when wee are Duke I le make thee some great man sure Mal. Nay make me some ritch knaue and I le make my selfe some great man Mend. In thee be all my spirit retaine ten soules vnite thy vertuall powers resolue ha remember greatnesse hart farewell Enter Celso The fate of all my hopes in thee doth dwell Mal. Celzo didst heare ô heauen didst heare Such diuelish mischiefe sufferest thou the world Carowse damnation euen with greedie swallow And still doost winke still duz thy vengeance slumber If now thy browes are cleare when will they thunder Exit SCENA QVARTA Enter Pietro Ferrard Prespasso and three Pages Ferr. The Dogges are at a fault Cornets like hornes Piet. Would God nothing but the dogs were at it let the Deare persue safely the Dogs follow the game and do you follow the dogges as for me t is vnfit one beast should hunt another I ha one chaseth me and please you I would be rid of yee a little Ferr. Would your griefe would as soone as wee leaue you to quietnesse Exeunt Piet. I thanke you Boy what dost thou dreame of now Page Of a drie summer my Lord for heer 's a hote world towards but my Lord I had a strange dreame last night Piet. What strange dreame Page Why me thought I pleased you with singing and then I dreamt you gaue me that short sword Piet. Prettily begd hold thee I le prooue thy dreame true tak 't Page My dutie But still I dreamt on my Lord and me thought and shall please your excellencie you would needs out of your royall bountie giue me that iewell in your Hat Piet. O thou didst but dreame boye doe not beleeue it dreames prooue not alwayes true they may hold in a shorte sworde but not in a Iewell But now sir you dreame you had pleasd me with singing make that true as I ha made the other Page Faith my Lorde I did but dreame and dreames you say prooue not alwayes true they may hold in a good sworde but not in a good song the truth is I ha lost my voyce Piet. Lost thy voyce how Page With dreaming faith but here 's a couple of Syrenicall rascall shall inchaunt yee What shall they singe my good Lorde Piet. Sing of the nature of women and then the song shall be surely full of varietie olde crochets and most sweet closes it shall be humerous graue fantastick amorous melancholy sprightly one in all and all in one Pags. All in on Piet. Bi r Lady too many sing my speech growes culpable of vnthriftie idlenesse sing The Song SCENA QVINTA Enter Maleuole with Crosebowe and Pistoll A so so sing I am heauie walke of I shall talke in my sleepe walke of Exeunt Pages Mal. Briefe briefe who the Duke good heauen that fooles should stumble vpon greatnesse do not sleepe duke giue yee good morrow must be briefe Duke I am feed to murther thee start not Mendozo Mendozo hired me her 's his gold his Pistoll Crosbowe Sword t is all as firme as earth O foole foole choakt with the common maze of easie Ideots credulity make him thine heire what thy sworne murderer Pietro O can it be Mal. Can Pietro Discouered he not Ferneze Mal. Yes but why but why for loue to thee much much to be reueng'd vpon his riuall who had thrust his iawes awrye who being slaine supposed by thine owne hands defended by his sword made thee most loathsome him most gratious with thy loose Princes thou closely yeelding egresse and regresse to hir madest him heire whose hot vnquiet lust straight towzd thy sheetes and now would seaze thy state polititian wise man death to be led to the stake like a Bull by the hornes to make euen kindnes cut a gentle throate life why art thou numb'd Thou foggie dulnesse speake liues not more faith in a home thrusting tongue then in these fencing tip tap Courtiers Enter Celso with a Hermits gowne and beard Cel. Lord Maleuole if this be true Mal. If come shade thee with this disguise if thou shalt handle it he shall thanke thee for killing thy selfe come follow my directions and thou shalt see strange sleights Pietro World whether wilt thou Mal. Why to the Divell come the morne growes late A steady quicknes is the soule of state Exeunt Finis actus tertij ACTVS QVARTVS SCEN. PRIMA Enter Maquarelle knocking at the Ladies dore Maq. Medam Medam are you stirring Medame if you be stirring Medam if I thought I should disturbe yee Page My Lady is vp forsooth Maq. A pretty boy faith how old art thou Page I thinke foureteene Maq. Nay and yee be in the teens are yee a gentleman borne do you know me my name is Medam Maquerelle I lye in the old Cunny Court Enter Beancha and Emilia See heere the Ladyes Bean. A faire day to yee Maquerelle Emili. Is the Dutches vp yet Centinell Maq. O Ladies the most abhominable mischance O deare Ladies the most piteous disaster Farneze was taken last night in the Dutches Chamber Alas the Duke catcht him and kild him Bean. Was he found in bed Maq. O no but the villanous certenty is the dore was not bolted the tongue-tyed hatch held his peace so the naked troth is he was found in his shirt whilest I like an arrand beast lay in the outward Chamber heard nothing and yet they came by me in the dark and yet I felt thē not like a sencelesse creature as I was O beauties looke to your buske-poynts if not chastely yet charily be sure the doore be boulted is your Lorde gone to Florence Bean. Yes Maquarelle Maq. I hope you le finde the discretion to purchase a fresh gowne fore his returne Now by my troth beauties I would ha ye once wise he loues ye pish he is witty bubble faire proportioned mew nobly borne winde let this be still your fixt position esteeme me euery man according to his good gifts and so yee shall euer remaine most deare and most woorthie to be most deare Ladies Emilia Is the Duke returnd from hunting yet Maq. They say not yet Bean. T is now in mid'st of day Em. How beares the Dutches with this blemish now Maq. Faith boldly strongly defyes defame as one that haz a Duke to her father And there 's a note to you be sure of a stout friend in a corner that may alwayes awe your husband Marke the hauiour of the Dutches now she dares defame cryes Duke do what thou canst I le quite mine honor nay as one confirmed in her owne vertue
night all creatures sleepe Onely the Malecontent that gainst his fate Repines and quarrels alas hee s goodman tell-clock His sallow iaw-bones sincke with wasting mone Whilst other beds are downe his pillowes stone Bili. Mal uole Mal. Elder of Izrael thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance when did thy wife let thee lie with her Bili. I am going Embassadour to Florence Mal. Embassador now for thy countries honor preethe doe not put vp Mutton and Porredge i' thy clock bag thy yong lady wife goes to Florence with thee too do's she not Bili. No I leaue her at the Pallace Mal. At the Pallace now discretion shield man for Gods loue le ts ha no more cuckolds Hymen begins to put of his Saffron robe keepe thy wife i' the state of grace hart a truth I would sooner leaue my lady singled in a Bordello then in the Genoa pallace sinne there appearing in her sluttish shape Would soone grow loath some euen to blushes sence Surfet would cloake intemperate appetite Make the soule sent the rotten breath of lust When in an Italian lasciuious Pallace a Lady gardianlesse Left to the push of all allurement The strongest incitements to immodestie To haue her bound incensed with wanton sweetes Her vaines fild hie with heating delicates Soft rest sweete Musick amorous Masquerers lasciuious banquets sinne it selfe gilt ore strong phantasie tricking vp strange delights presenting it dressed pleasingly to sence sence leading it vnto the soule confirmed with potent example impudent custome intic'd by that great bawd opportunitie thus being prepar'd clap to her easie eare youth in good clothes well shapt rich faire spoken promising noble ardent bloud-full wittie flattering Vlisses absent O Ithaca can chastest Penelope hold out Bil. Masse I le thinke on 't farewell Exit Bilioso Mal. Farewell take thy wife with the farewell To Florence um it may prooue good it may And we may once vnmaske our browes SCENA TERTIA Enter Count Celzo Cel. My honour'd Lord Mal. Celso peace how i st speake loe pale feares suspect that hedges walls trees haue eares speake how runs all Cel. I faith my Lord that beast with many heads The staggering multitude recoiles apace Though thorow great mens enuie most mens mallice Their much intemperate heate hath banisht you Yet now they faind enuie and mallice neere Produce faint reformation The Duke the too soft Duke lies as a block For which two tugging factions seeme to sawe But still the Yron through the ribbes they drawe Mal. I tell thee Celzo I haue euer found Thy brest most farre from shifting cowardize And fearfull basenesse therfore I le tell thee Celzo I finde the winde begins to come about I le shift my sute of fortune I know the Florentine whose only force By marying his prowd daughter to this Prince Both banisht me and made this weake Lord Duke Will now forsake them all be sure he will I le lye in ambush for conueniencie Vpon their seuerance to confirme my selfe Cel. Is Ferneze interred Mal. Of that at leisure he liues Cel. But how stands Mendoza how i st with him Mal. Faith like a paire of Snuffers snibbes filth in other men and retaines it in himselfe Cel. He do's flie frō publique notice me thinks as a Haire do's from hounds the feet wheron he flies betraies him Mal. I can track him Celzo O my disguise fooles him most powerfully For that I seeme a desperate malecontent He faine would claspe with me he is the true slaue That will put on the most affected grace Enter Mendoz. For some vild second cause Cel. Hee s here Mal. Giue place Illo ho ho ho art there old true peny Exit Celso Where hast thou spent thy selfe this morning I see flattery in thine eyes damnation i' thy soule Ha ye huge Rascal Men. Thou art very merry Mal. As a scholler futuens gratis How doz the deuill go with thee now Men. Maleuole thou art an arrant knaue Mal. Who I I haue beene a Sergeant man Men. Thou art very poore Mal. As Iob an Alcumist or a Poet Men. The Duke hates thee Mal. As Irishmen do bum-cracks Men. Thou hast lost his amitie Mal. As pleasing as Maids loose their virginitie Men. Would thou wert of a lustie spirit would thou wert noble Mal. Why sure my bloud giues me I am noble sure I am of noble kinde for I finde my selfe possessed with all their qualities loue Dogs Dice and Drabs scorne witte in stuffe clothes haue beate my Shoomaker knockt my Sempstres cuckold my Pottecary and vndone my Taylor Noble why not since the Stoick said Neminem seruum non ex regibus neminem regem non ex seruis esse oriundum only busie fortune towses and the prouident chaunces blends them together I le giue you a symilie did you ere see a Well with 2. buckets whilst one comes vp full to be emptied another goes downe emptie to be filled such is the state of all humanitie why looke you I may be the sonne of some Duke for beleeue me intemperate lasciuious bastardie makes nobility doubtfull I haue a lusty daring hart Mendoza Men. Le ts graspe I doe like thee infinitely wilt inact one thing for me Mal. Shall I get by it Giues him his purse Commaund me I am thy slaue beyond death and hell Men. Murther the Duke Mal. My harts wish my soules desire my fantasies dream My blouds longing the only haight of my hopes how O God how O how my vnited spirits throng together So strengthen my resolue Men. The Duke is now a hunting Mal. Excellent admirable as the diuell would haue it lend me lend me Rapier Pistol Crosebow so so I le do it Men. Then we agree Mal. As Lent and Fishmongers come a cape ape how in forme Men. Know that this weake braind duke who only stands on Florence stilts hath out of witlesse zeale made me his heire and secretly confirmed the wreathe to me after his lifes full point Mal. Vpon what merit Men. Merit by heauen I horne him onely Fernezies death gaue me states life tut we are politique he must not liue now Mal. No reason marry but how must he dye now Men. My vtmost proiect is to murder the Duke that I might haue his state because he makes me his heire to banish the Duches that I might be rid of a cūning Lacedemonian because I know Florence will forsake her then to marie Maria the banished duke Altofronts wife that her friends might strengthen me and my faction this is all lawe Mal. Doe you loue Maria Mend. Faith noe great affection but as wise men do loue great wemen to innoble their bloud and augment their reuenew to accomplish this now thus now The Duke is in the forest next the Sea single him kill him hurle him i' the maine and proclaime thou sawst Woolues eate him Mal. Vm not so good me thinkes when he is slayne to get some Ipocrite some daungerous wretch that 's muffled or with fayned holines to sweare he hard
him hee s like a korne vpon my great toe I cannot goe for him hee must be kored out he must wilt doo 't hu Pietro Anything any thing Men. Heart of my life thus then to the Citadell Thou shalt consort with this Maleuole There being at supper poison him It shal be layde vpon Maria who yeeldes loue or dies Skud quicke Pietro Like lightning good deedes crawle but mischiefe flies Enter Maleuole Exit Pietro Mal. Your diuelships ring haze no vertue the buffe-captaine the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries stand out must haue a stiffer wareant or no passe into the castle of Comfort Men. Commaund our sodaine Letter not enter shat what place is there in Genoa but thou shalt into my heart into my very heart come le ts loue we must loue we two soule and body Mal. How didst like the Hermite A strange Hermite sirrah Men. A dangerous fellow very perillous he must die Mal. I he must die Men. Thoust kil him we are wise we must be wise Mal. And prouident Men. Yea prouident beware an hypocrite A Church man once corrupted oh auoyd A fellow that makes Religion his stawking horse He breedes a plague thou shalt poyson him Mal. Ho t is wondrous necessary how Men. You both goe ioyntly to the Citadell There sup there poison him and Maria Because she is our opposite shall beare The sad suspect on which she dies or loues vs Mal: I runne Exit mal Men: We that are great our sole self good still moues vs They shall die both for their deserts craues more Than we can recompence their presence still Imbraides our fortunes with beholdingnesse Which we abhorre like deede not door then conclude They liue not to cry out Ingratitude One sticke burnes tother steele cuts steele alone T is good trust few but O t is best trust none Exit Mendozo SCENA QVARTA Enter Maleuole and Pietro still disguised at seuerall doores Mal: How doe you how doost Duke Pietro O let the last day fall drop drop in our curssed heads Let heauen vnclasp itselfe vomit forth flames Mal: O doe not raue do not turne Player there 's more of them than can well live one by an other already What art an Infidell still Pietro I am mazde strucke in a swowne with wonder I am commaunded to poison thee Mal: I am commaunded to poyson thee at supper Pietro At supper Mal: In the Citadell Pietro In the Citadell Mal: Crosse capers trickes truth a heauen would discharge vs as boyes do elder gunnes one pellet to strike out another of what faith art now Pietro Al is damnation wickednes extreame there is no faith in man Men. In none but vsurers and brokers they deceiue no man men take vm for blood-suckers and so they are now God deliuer me from my friendes Pietro Thy friendes Mal. Yes from my friends for from mine ennemies I le deliuer my selfe O cut-throate friendship is the ranckest villany marke this Mendozo marke him for a villaine but heauen will send a plague vpon him for a rogue Pietro O world Mal. World T is the onely region of Death the greatest shop of the Diuell the cruelst prison of men out of the which none passe without paying their dearest breath for a fee there 's nothing perfect in it but extreame extreame calamitie such as comes yonder SCENA QVINTA Enter Aurelia two Holberts before and two after supported by Celso and Ferrard Aurelia in base mourning attire Aur. To banishment led on to banishment Pietro Lady the blessednesse of repentance to you Au. Why why I can desire nothing but death nor deserue any thing but hell If heauen should giue sufficiencie of grace To deere my soule it would make heauen gracelesse My sinnes would make the stocke of mercy poore Oh they would try heauens goodnes to reclaime them Iudgement is iust yet from that vast villaine But sure he shall not misse sad punishment For he shall rule on to my Cell of shame Pietro My Cell t is Lady where insteede of Maskes Musique Tilts Tournies and such Courtlike shewes The hollow murmure of the checklesse windes Shall groane againe whilst the vnquiet sea Shakes the whole rocke with foamy battery There Vsherlesse the ayre comes in and out The reumy vault will force your eyes to weepe Whilst you behold true desolation A rocky barrennesse shall paine your eyes Where all at once one reaches where he stands With browes the roofe both walles with both his handes Aur. It is to good blessed spirit of my Lord O in what or befoere thy soule is throand Behold me worthily most miserable O let the anguish of my contrite spirite Intreate some reconciliation If not O ioy triumph in my iust griefe Death is the end of woes and teares reliefe Pietro Belike your Lord not lou'd you was vnkinde Aur. O heauen As the soule lou'd the body so lou'd hee T was death to him to part my presence Heauen to see me pleased Yet I like to a wretch given ore to hell Brake all the sacred rites of marriage To clippe a base vngentle faithles villaine O God a very Pagan reprobate What should I say vngratefull throwes me out For whom I lost soule body fame and honor But t is most fit why should a better fate Attend on any who forsake chaste sheetes Flie the imbrace of a deuoted hart Ioynd by a solemne vow sore God and man To taste the brackish bloud of beastly lust In an adulterous touch Oh rauenous immodesty Insatiate impudence of appetite Looke heere 's your end for marke what sap in dust What sinne in good euen so much loue in lust Ioy to thy ghost sweete Lord pardon to me Cel. It is the Dukes pleasure this night you rest in court Aur. Soule lurke in shades run shame from brightsome skies In night the blind man misseth not his eies exit Au Mal. Do not weep kind cuckold take comfort man thy betters haue beene Beccos Agamemnon Emperour of all the merry Greekes that tickled all the true Troyans was a Cornuto Prince Arthur that cut off twelue Kings beardes was a Cornuto Hercules whose backe bore vp heauen and got forty wenches with childe in one night Pietro Nay t was fifty Mal: Faith fortie 's enow a conscience yet was a Cornuto patience mischiefe growes prowde be wise Piet: Thou pinchest too deepe art too keene vpon me Mal: Tut a pittifull surgeon makes a dangerous sore I le tent thee to the ground Thinkst I le sustaine my selfe by flattering thee because thou art a Prince I had rather follow a drunkard and liue by licking vp his vomite than by seruile flattery Piet: Yet great men ha don 't Mal: Great slaues feare better than loue borne naturally for a coale-basket though the common usher of princes presence fortune ha blindely giuen them better place I am vow'd to be thy affliction Pietro Prethee be I loue much misery and be thou sonne to me Enter Biliosa Mal: Because you are an vsurping Duke Your Lordship
dost not strike him Bil: Let him play the knaue a Gods name thinkst thou I haue no more wit then to strike a great fellow the musike more lights reueling scaffolds do you heare let there be othes enow ready at the doore sweare out the diuel himself Le ts leaue the Ladies and goe see if the Lords be ready for them All saue the Ladies depart Maq. And by my troth Beauties why do you not put you into the fashion this is a stale cut you must come in fashion looke ye you must be all felt fealt and feather a fealt vpon your head looke ye these tiring things are iustly out of request now and doe yee heare you must weare falling bands you must come into the falling fashion there is such a deale a pinning these ruffes when the fine cleane fall is woorth all and agen if you should chance to take a nap in the afternoone your falling band requires no poting sticke to recouer his forme beheue me no fashion to the falling band I say Bean. And is not sinnior S. Andrew Iaques gallant fellow now Maq. By my maiden-head la honour and hee agrees aswell together as a satten sute and wollen stockings Emil. But is not Marshall Make-roome my seruant in reversion a proper gentleman Maq. Yes in reuertion as he had his office as in truth he hath all things in reversion hee haz his Mistris in reversion his cloathes in reversion his wit in reversion indeede is a suter to me for my dogge in reversion but in good veritie la hee is as proper a gentleman in reversion as and indeede as fine a man as may be hauing a red beard and a paire of warpt legges Bean. But I faith I am most monstrously in loue with count Quidlibet in Quodlibet is he not a pretty dapper windle gallant Maq. He is even one of the most busy fingerd lords he will put the beauties to the squeake most hiddeously Bil. Roome make a lane there the Duke is entring stand handsomely for beauties sake take vp the Ladies there So cornets cornets SCENA QVARTA Enter Prepasso ioynes to Bilioso two pages with lightes Ferrard Mendozo at the other dore two pages with lights and the Captaine leading in Maria the Duke meetes Maria and closeth with her the rest fall backe Men. Madam with gentle eare receiue my suite A kingdomes safety should o're paize slight rites Marriage is meerely Natures policy Then since vnlesse our royall beds be ioynd Danger and ciuill tumult frights the state Be wise as you are faire giue way to fate Mar: What wouldst thou thou affliction to our house Thou euer diuell t was thou that banishedst my truely noble Lord Men. I Mar: I by the plottes by thy blacke stratagems Twelue Moons haue suffred change since I beheld The lou'd presence of my deerest Lord O thou faire worse than death he partes but soule From a weake body but thou soule from soule Disseuerst that which Gods owne hand did knit Thou scant of honor full of diuelish wit Men: Wee le checke your too intemperate lauishnes I I can and will Mar: What canst Men: Go to in banishment thy husband dies Mar: He euer is at home that 's euer wise Men. Youst neuer meete more reason should Loue controule Mar. Not meete She that deere loues her loue 's still in her soule Men. You are but a woman Lady you must yeelde Mar: O saue me thou innated bashfulnes Thou onely ornament of womans modestie Men: Modesty Death I le torment thee Mar: Do vrge all torments all afflictions trie I le die my Lords as long as I can die Men: Thou obstinate thou shalt die captaine that Ladies life is forfeited to Iustice we haue examined her And we do finde she hath impoisoned The reuerend Hermite therefore we command Severest custody Nay if you le dooes no good Youst dooes no harme a tyrants peace is blood Mar. O thou art mercifull O gratious diuell Rather by much let me condemned be For seeming murder than be damn'd for thee I le mourne no more come girt my browes with floures Reuell and daunce soule now thy wish thou hast Die like a Bride poore heart thou shalt die chaste Enter Aurelia in mourning habit Life is a frost of could felicitie Aur. And death the thaw of all our vanitie Wast not an honest Priest that wrote so Men. Who let her in Bili. Forbeare Pre. Forbeare Aur. Alas calamitie is euerie where Sad misery dispight your double doores Will enter euen in court Vnto Maria Bili. Peace Aur. I ha done one word take heede I ha done Enter Mercurie with lowde musicke Mer. Cilleman Mercurie the God of ghostes From glomie shades that spread the lower coastes Calles fower high famed Genoa Dukes to come And make this presence their Elizium To passe away this high triumphall night With song and daunces courts more soft delight Aur. Are you God of ghostes I haue a sute depending in hell betwixt me and my conscience I would faine haue thee helpe me to an advocate Bil. Mercurie shal be your lawier Lady Aur. Nay faith Mercurie haz too good a face to be a right lawier Pre. Peace forbeare Mercurie presents the maske Cornets The song to the Cornets which playing the mask enters Enter Maleuole Pietro Ferneze and Celso in white robes with Dukes Crownes vpon lawrell wreathes pistolets and short swordes vnder thier roabes Men. Celso Celso court Maria for our loue Lady be gratious yet grace Mar. With me Sir Mal. Yes more loued then my breath With you I le dance Mar. Why then you dance with death But come Sir I was nere more apt for mirth Death giues eternitie a glorious breath O to die honourd who would feare to die Mal: They die in feare who liue in villanie Men. Yes beleeue him Ladie and be rulde by him Pietro Madam with me Aur. Wouldst then be miserable Pietro I neede not wish Aur. O yet forbeare my hand away fly fly O seeke not her that onely seekes to dy Pietro Poore loued soule Aur. What wouldst court miserie Pietro Yes Aur. Shee le come too soone O my greev'd heart Pietro Lady ha done ha doone Come downe le ts dance be once from sorrow free Aur. Art a sad man Pietro Yes sweete Aur. Then wee le agree Ferneze takes Maquerelle and Celso Beanche then the cornets sownd the measure on change and rest Fer: Beleeue it Lady shal I sweare let me inioy you in priuate and I le marrie you by my soule Bean. I had rather you would sweare by your body I think that would proue the more regarded othe with you Fer. I le sweare by them both to please you Bea. O dam them not both to please me for Gods sake Eer. Faith swete creature let me inioy you to night and I le marry you to morrow fortnight by my troth lo Maq. On his troth lo beleeue him not that kinde of cunnicatching is as stale as fir Oliuer Anchoues perfumde ierkin promise of matrimony by a yoong Gallant to bring a virgin Lady into a fooles paradise make her a great woman and then cast her off t is as common as naturall to a Courtier as jelosie to a Citizen gluttony to a Puritan wisdome to an Alderman pride to a Tayler or an empty to one of these sixepenny damnations of his troth lo beleeue him not traps to catch polecats Mal. Keepe your face constant let no suddaine passion speake in your eies Mar. O my Altofront Pietro A tyrants jelosies are verie nimble you receiue it all Aur. My heart though not my knees doth vmbly fall Lo as the earth to thee Pietro Peace next change no words Mar. Cornets sounde the measure ouer again which daunced they vnmaske Men. Maleuole They enuiron Mendozo loading their Pistolls on him Mal. No Men. Altofront Duke Lorenzo Ferneze hah All Duke Altofront Duke Altofront Cornets aflorish Men. Are we surprizde what strange delusions mocke Our sences do I dreame or haue I dreamt This two daies space where am I They seize vpon Mendozo Mal. Where an arch villaine is Men. O lend me breath to liue til I am fit to dy For peace with heauen for your owne soules sake Vouchsafe me life Pietro Ignoble villaine whome neither heaven nor hell goodnesse of God or man could once make good Mal. Base trecherous wretch what grace canst thou expect That hast growne impudent in gracelesnesse Men. O life Mal. Slaue take thy life Wert thou defenced through blood and woundes The sternest horror of a ciuill fight Would I atcheeue thee but prostrat at my feete I scorne to hurt thee t is the heart of slaues That daines to triumph ouer peasants graves For such thou art since birth doth neere inrole A man mong monarkes but a glorious soule You are ioyd spirits wipe your long wet eies Maleuole kickes out Mendozo Hence with this man an Eagle takes not flies You to your vowes to Pietro Aurelia and thou vnto the suburbs You to my worst friend I would hardly giue Thou art a perfect olde knaue all pleased liue You two vnto my breast thou to my heart And as for me I heere assume my right To which I hope all 's pleasd to all god night Cornets a florish Exeunt omnes Finis Vexat censura columbas * Out of his Chamber To Bilioso * To Prepasso Tumult vvithin Mendozo bestrids the vvounded body of Ferneze and seemes to saue him * To Emilia 'To Biliosa Seems to poison Maleuole Starts vp and speakes Maleuole taks his wife to daunce Pietro takes his wife Aurelia to dance To Beancha To Maria To Aurelia To Pietro and Aurelia To Mendozo To Maquerel To Bilioso To Celso and the Captaine To Maria