of Florence why then Doe you lie sneaking heere to steale venison Ang. My Lords I take my last leave of you all Of love and fortunes Bapt. Lower thou canst not fall Exit Iasp. Trust mee my Lord This Lotti is a man Setting aside his rivall-ship in love For which you hate him so abundant rich In all the Vertues of a Gentle-man That had you read their file as I haue done You would not onely fall in love with him And hold him worthy of a Princesse bed But grieve that for a woman such a man Should so much suffer in being so put downe Never to rise againe Nicol. A terrible case I 'de not be in 't for all Florence Pie Troth deare friend The praises which have crown'd him with thy Iudgement Make mee to cast on him an open eye Which was before shut and I pittie him I Never heard 'mongst all your Romane spirits Iasp. That any held so bravely up his head In such a sea of troubles that come rowling One on anothers necke as Lotti doth Hee puts the spite of Fortune to disgrace And makes her when shee frownes worst turne her face Pier. No more I love him and for all the Dukedome Would not have cut so Noble a spreading Vine To draw from it one drop of blood Lord Vanni I thanke you that you cur'd our wounded peace So fare you well Exit Nico. A good health to you both Iasp. You play the Constable wisely Carg. And I his Beadle I hope as wisely Nico. The Constable wisely Cargo he calls me foole by craft But let 'em passe Carg. As Gentle-men doe by Creditors muffled Nico. I haue another case to handle thou know'st the Donna Alphonsina of the Neri Familie Carg. The little Paraquinto that was heere when the Duke Was feasted shee had quick-silver in her mouth for Her tongue like a Bride the first night never lay still Nico. The same Aspen-leafe the same is 't not a Galley for The Great Turke to be row'd in Carg. I thinke my Lord in calme weather shee may set upon A Gally-ass bigge as your Lordship Nico. Commend me to this Angelica Carg. angelica-Angelica-water is good for a cold stomach Nico. I am all fire Carg. Shee 's a cooler Nico. Would 't were come to that Carg. A small thing does it my Lord in the time a Flemming drinkes a Flap-dragon Nico. Give her this paper and this in the one she may know my minde in the other feele me this a Letter this a Iewell Tell her I kisse the little white naile of her little white Finger of her more little white hand of her most Little white bodie Carg. Her tell-tale for all this will I bee Nico. Thou hast beene my weavers shuttle to runne betwixt me and my stuffes of Procreandi causa Carg. A suite of Stand-farther-off had bin better sometimes Nico. No Cargo I have still the Lapis mirabilis be thou close Carg. As my Ladies Chamber-maide Nico. Away then nay quicke knave thou rack'st mee Exit Carg. I goe to stretch you to your full length Exit Enter Iocomo Gentili in a suite of gray Velvet-gowne Cap Chaine Steward and Serving-men Mutio Philippo Tornelli Montinello Gent. Happy be your arivall Noble friends You are the first that like to Doves repaire To my new building you are my first-borne guests My eldest sonnes of hospitalitie Here 's to my hearty wellcomes Mutio. Worthy Lord In one word and the word of one for all Our thankes are as your welcomes Infinite Phil. Rome in her Auncient pride never rais'd up A worke of greater wonder then this building Gent. T is finish'd and the cost stands on no score None can for want of payment at my doore Curse my foundation praying the roofe may fall On the proud builders head seeing the smoake goe Out of those Chimneys for whose bricks I owe Tor. To erect a frame so glorious large and hie Would draw a very sea of silver drie Mont. My Lord Iocomo Gentili pray tell us How much money have you buried under this kingly building Gent. Pray call it not so The humble shrub no Cedar heere shall grow You see Three hundred Dorick pillars stand About one square Three hundred Noble friends Lay'd in their loves at raising of those Columnes A piece of gold under each Pedestall With his name grav'd upon the bottome stone Except that cost all other was mine owne See heere each dayes expences are so great They make a volume for in this appeares It was no taske of weekes or moneths but yeares I trust my steward onely with the key Which keepes that secret heere 's Arithmetick For churles to cast up there 's nhe roote of all If you have skill in numbers number that Mont. Good Mr. Steward read it Stew. All the charge In the grosse summe amounteth to Gent. To what Thou vaine vaine-glorious foole goe burne that Booke No Herald needs to blazon Charities Armes Goe burne it presently Stew. Burne it Exit Gent. Away I lanch not forth a ship with drums and gunnes And Trumpets to proclaime my gallantry He that will reade the wasting of my gold Shall find it writ in ashes which the winde Will scatter ere he spends it Another day The wheele may turne and I that built thus high May by the stormes of want be driven to dwell In a thatch't Cottage Rancor shall not then Spit poyson at me pinning on my backe This card Hee that spent thus much now does lack Mont. Why to your house adde you so many gates Gent. My gates fill up the number of seuen dayes At which of guests seven severall sorts I le welcome On Munday Knights whose fortunes are sunke low On Tuesday those that all their life-long read The huge voluminous wonders of the deepe Sea-men I meane and so on other dayes Others shall take their turnes Phi. Why have you then built twelue such vaste roomes Gent. For the yeares twelve moones In each of which twelue Tables shall be spread At them such whom the world scornes shall be fed The windowes of my building which each morne Are Porters to let in mans comfort light Are numbred just three hundred sixtie five And in so many daies the sunne does drive His chariot stuck with beames of Burnish't gold My Almes shall such diurnall progresse make As doe's the sunne in his bright-Zodiack Tor. You differ from the guise of other lands Where Lords lay all their livings on the racke Not spending it in bread but on the backe Gent. Such Lords eate men but men shall eate up me My uncle the Lord Abbot had a soule Subtile and quick and searching as the fier By Magicke-stayers he went as deepe as hell And if in devills possession gold be kept He brought some sure from thence 't is hid in caves Knowne save to me to none and like a spring The more 't is drawne the more it still doth rise The more my heape wastes more it multiplies Now whither as most rich-men doe he pawn'd His
matter Tib. I 'me ill exceeding ill Alp. That 's not well Tib. Sure I did surfet at Lord Vannies Alp. Surfet you eate some Meate against your stomack Tib. No but I had a stomack to one dish and the not tasting it makes me sick at heart Alp. Was it fish or flesh Tib. Flesh sure if I hit the marke right Alp. I' st not the missing of a marke which you long to hit Makes you draw sighes in stead of arrowes Tib. Would I had beene a thousand leagues from thence When I sat downe at 's table or bin partner With Angelo Lotti in his banishment Oh! sister Alphonsina there I dranke My bane the strongest poison that e're man Drew from a Ladies eye now swelling in me Alp. By casting of thy water thy I guesse thou would'st Have a medcine for the greene sicknes Tib. 'T is a greene wound indeed Alp. Tent it tent it and keepe it from ranckling you are Over head and eares in love Tib. I am and with such mortall Arrowes pierc't I shall fall downe Alp. There 's no hurt in that Tib. And dye unlesse he her pitty Send me a quicke and sweete recovery Alp. And faith what doctresse is she must call you patient Tib. Faire Dariene the Lord Vannies wife Alp. How Dariene can no feather fit you but the broach in an Old mans hatt were there so many dainty dishes To fill your belly and must you needs long for that dish The master of the house setts up for his owne tooth Tib. Could love be like a subject tied to lawes Then might you speake this language Alp. Love a disease as common with young-gallants as Swaggering and drinking Tobacco there 's not one Of 'um all but will to day ly drawing on for a Woman as if they were puffing and blowing at a streight boot And to morrow be ready to knock at deathes doore But I wo'd faine see one of you enter and set in His staffe Tib. You shall see me then do so Alp. I shall looke so old first I shall be taken for thy grandame come come 't is but a worme betweene the skinne And the flesh and to be taken out with the point of a Waiting-womans needle as well as a great Countesses Tib. If this be all the comfort you will lend me Would you might leave me Alp. Leave thee in sicknes I had more need give thee a Caudle and thrust thy adle-head into a night-Capp for looke you brother Tib. Even what you will must out Alp. If what you will might so too then would you be in Tune I warrant if the sucket stood here before Thee thy stomach would goe against it Tib. Yes sure my stomack would goe against it 'T is onely that which breeds in me despaire Alp. Despaire for a woman they hang about mens Neckes in some places thicker then hope upon poles Tib. Her walls of chastitie cannot be beaten downe Alp. Walls of chastitie walls of wafer-cakes I have Knowne a woman carry a fether-bed and a man in 't In her minde when in the streete she cast up the white of Her eye like a Puritane Tib. Sister you do but stretch me on the racke And with a laughing cheeke increase my paine Be rather pitifull and ease my torments By teaching me how in this dreadfull storme I may escape ship-wrack and attaine that shore Where I may live heere else I 'me sure to die Alp. Well brother since you will needs saile by such a Starre as I shall point out looke you heere it is if she were Your Fether-makers Taylors or Barbers wife Baite a hooke with gold and with it Tib. I doe conjure you by that noble blood Which makes me call you sister cease to powre Poison into a wound so neere my heart And if to cure Loves-paines there be an Art Woman me thinkes should know it cause she breeds it Alp. That cunning woman you take me to be and because I see you dissemble not heer 's my medcine Tib. I shall for ever thanke you Alp. First send for your Barber Tib. For heavens sake Alp. Your barber shall not come to rob you of your beard I 'le deale in no concealements Tib. Oh! fie fie fie Alp. But let him by rubbing of you quicken Your spirits Tib. So so Alp. Then whistle your gold-finches your gallants to your fist Tib. Y' ar mad y' ar mad Alp. Into a Tanerne Drinke stiffe sweare stiffe have your musicke and your brace dance and whiffe Tobacco Till all smoake Agen and split Sir Tib. You split my very heart in pieces Alp. And doe thus but till the Moore cutts off her hornes Laugh in the day and sleepe in the night and this wenching fier will be burnt out of you Tib. Away away cruell you are to kill When to give life you have both power and skill Exit Alp. Alas poore brother now I pitty thee and wo'd doe Any thing to helpe thee to thy longing but that a Gap must be broken in another mans hedge to rob His orchard within there Luca Angelo give him Musick Musicke has helpt some mad-men let it then Charme him Love makes fooles of the wisest men Exit Enter at one doore Angelo Lotti and Baptista at the other Piero and Iaspero Pier. Yonder 's that villaine keepe off Iaspero This prey I 'le cease All draw Iasp. Be more advised Sir Bap. At whose life shoote you Pier. At that slaves there Ang. Slave I know you for the Dukes sonne but I know no cause of quarrell or this base reproach Pier. Thou art a villaine Ang. Wherein Pier. And by witch-craft Had stole my sister Fiamettas heart Forceing her leave a Prince his bed for thine Ang. If for her love you come to kill me heere I 'le point you to a doore where you may enter and fetch out a loath'd life Pier. Iaspero Iasp. Oh my Lord Ang. Let him come I ow her all And that debt will I pay her gladly Iasp. Deare Sir heare him Ang. But if on any other fier of rage You thirst to drinke my blood heere I defie You and your malice and returne the villaine Into your throate Pier. So brave sir Change a thrust or two Enter Nicolletto and Cargo Nico. I charge you in the Dukes name keepe the peace Beate downe their weapons knock em downe Cargo Car. I have a Iustices warrant to apprehend your weapons Therefore I charge you deliver Nico. Oh my Lord make a fray in an open streete 't is to Make a bon-fire to draw children and fooles Together Signior Angelo pray be wise and begon Ang. I doe but guard my life my Lord from danger Bapt. Sir you doe exercise your violence Vpon a man stab'd to the heart with wounds You see him sinking and you set your foote Vpon his head to kill him with two deathes Trample not thus on a poore banish'd man Nico. If hee be banish'd why dwells hee i th' house whose Tiles are pull'd downe over his head You must hunt No more in this Parke
into the streete Torr. Foh th' art infectious Broth. Oh remember this He that does good deeds here waits at a Table Where Angells are his fellow servitours Torr. I am no Robbin-red-breast to bring strawes To cover such a coarse Broth. Thou art turn'd devill Kizes Trumpets sound Enter an arm'd sewer after him a company with covered dishes Coronets on their heads Two With pistolls to guard it Torr. Where 's thy great stomack eat stand let him choose What dish he likes snatches a pistoll ill flye off Broth. This then which I 'le carve up On thy base bosome see thou Tryviall foole Thou art a Tyrant o're me of short reigne This cock out crow's thee and thy petty kings Th' art a proud-bird but fliest with rotten wings To shew how little for thy scorne I care See my revenge turn's all to idle-aire Shootes up It upward flies and will from thence I feare Shoote darts of lightning to confound thee heere Farewell thou huge Leviathan when th' ast drunk dry That Sea thou rowl'st in on some base shore dye Enter Gallants all drawne Omnes Where is the Traitor Tor. Now the house is fiered Torr. You come to cast on waters barre up my doores But one such tattered ensigne here being spread Drawes numbers hither here must no rogues be fed Command my carpenters invent od engines To manacle base beggers hands and feete And by my name call 'em my whipping posts If you spye any man that has a looke Stigmatically drawne like to a furies Able to fright to such I 'le give large pay To watch and ward for poore snakes night and day And whip 'em soundly if they approch my gates The poore are but the earths-dung fit to lie Cover'd on much-heapes not to offend the eye Enter 1. Gall 1. Gall. Two Gentlemen sent from the Florence Duke Require speech with your Lord-ship Torr. Give 'm entrance Enter Mutio Philippe What re you and whence come you Mut. From the Duke Tor. Your businesse Mut. This fame sounding forth your worth For hospitable princely house-keeping Our Duke drawne by the wonder of report Invites himselfe by us to be your guest Tor. The honour of Embassadors be yours Say to the Duke that Caesar never came More welcome to the Capitoll of Rome Then he to us healthes to him fill rich wines Mut. You have this wonder wrought now rare to men By you they have found the golden age agen Tor. Which I 'le uphold so long as there 's a sunne To play the Alchymist Phil. This proud fellow talkes As if he grasped the Indies in each hand Torr. Health to your Duke Amb. We pledge it on our knees Tor. I 'le stand to what I do but kneele to none Musicke drinck breake the glasse they pledge it in plate Which offering both servitours refuse to take Tor. Breake not our custome pray ye with one beame The god of mettailes makes both gold and wine To Imitate whose greatnesse If on you I can bestow Wine I can give gold too Take them as free as Bacohus spends his blood And in them drinke our health Mut. Your bounty farre Exceeds that of our Caesars Tor. Caesar ero vel nihil ero What are Gold heapes but a rich dust for Kings To scatter with their breath as chaffe by winde Let him then that hath gold beare a Kings minde And give till his arme akes who bravely powres But into a wenches lap his golden showres May be Ioves equall oh but hee that spends A world of wealth makes a whole world his debter And such a Noble spender is Ioves better That man I le be I 'me Alexanders heire To one part of his minde I wish there were Ten Worlds yet not to conquer but to sell For Alpine hills of silver And that I Might at one feast spend all that treasure drie Who hoards up wealth is base who spends it brave Earth breeds gold so I tread but on my slave Beare backe our gratulations to your Duke Exit Amb. Wee shall great sir Mut. Torrenti call you him 't is a prowd rough streame Phil. Hee 's of the Romane Family indeede Mut. Lord Vanni rather my Lord Vanitie Phil. And heapes of money sure have strucke him mad Mut. Hee 'le soone pick up his witts let him but bleede Thus many ownces at one time All day Could I drinke these deare healthes yet nere be drunke Phil. And carry it away most cleanely Mut. Not a pin the worse What might his father leave him Phil. A great estate Of some 300000 Crownes a yeare Mut. Strange hee 's not begg'd for fooles are now growne An admirable Cocks-combe deare Phi. Let wonder passe Hee 's both a brave-Lord and a golden Asse Exit A Bed discovered Eyametta upon it Enter two Dukes Piero Gallants Nurse Ladies Angelo Baptista ut antea Fyametta Ang. I pray you hush all a little hush le faire Lady by hee owne vo unter disposition has take a ting dat is of such a grand operation it shall make a de stone for slepe Flo. What Noble Doctor is the name of it Ang. T is not your scurvie English Poppy nor Mandragon nor a ting so danger as Oppium but t is de brave ting a de vorld for knock a de braine asleepe Pisa I am glad shee takes this rest Ang. Peace be gor it is snore and snore two mile long now if your grace vill please for procure Musick be restore as brave as de fish Flo. Call for the Musicke Ang. Makea no noise but bring in de Fidlers and play sweet Nico. Oh out upon this Doctor hang him does he thinke to cure dejected Ladies with Fidlers Ang. De grand French poo stopa de troate pray void le Shambera Flo. All all part softly peace Nurse let her sleepe Nurs. I I go out of her prospect for shee 's not to bee cur'd with a song Exit Ang. Baptista see the doore fast watch that narrowly Bapt. For one friend to keepe doore for another is the office now amongst gallants common as the Law I le bee your porter Sir Ang. Shee does but slumber Fiametta Love Fia. The Pisan Prince comes daggers at my heart Ang. Looke up I am not hee but Angelo Fia. Ha! who names Angelo Ang. Angelo himselfe Who with one soote treads on the throat of death Whilst t'other stepps to embrace thee thus i th' shape Of a French Doctor Fya. Oh my life my soule Ang. Heare me Fya. I me now not sicke I le have no Phisicke But what thy selfe shall give mee Ang. Let not Ioy confound our happinesse I am but dead If it be knowne I am heere Fya. Thou shalt not hence Ang. Be wise deare heart see here the best of men Faithfull Baptista Fya. Oh I love Baptista Cause he loves thee But my Angelo I love bove kings Bapt. Madam you 'le spoile Vnlesse you joyne with us in the safe plot Of our escape Ang. Sweete Fyametta heare me For you shall hence with us Fya.