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Antonios reuenge. The second part. As it hath beene sundry times acted, by the children of Paules. Written by I.M.; Antonio and Mellida. Part 2
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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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