when in sad complaints we claym'd his vowes His answer was reproach villaine is 't true Col. I was too quickly wonne you slaue Mor. I was too old you dogge Iul. I and I neuer shall forget the wrong I was not faire enough not faire enough For thee thou monster let me cut his gall she stabs him Not faire enough oh scorne not faire enough Feren. O o oh Duke Forbeare you monstrous women doe not adde Murther to lust your liues shall pay this forfeit Feren. Pox vpon all Codpeece extrauagancy I am pepper'd oh oh oh Duke forgiue me Had I rid any tame beasts but Barbary wild Colts I had not bin thus jerk'd out of the saddle My forfeit was in my blood and my life hath answer'd it Vengeance on all wild whores I say oh 't is true Farewell generation of Hackneyes ooh dyes Duke He is dead to prison with those monstrous strumpets Petr. Stay I 'le answer for my daughter Nib. And I for mine oh well done girles Fer. I for yon Gentlewoman Sir Mau. Good my Lord I am an innocent in the businesse Duke To prison with him beare the body hence Abbot Here 's fatall sad presages but 't is iust He dyes by murther that hath liu'd in lust Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Duke Fiormonda and D'auolos Fior. ARt thou Caraffa is there in thy veynes One drop of blood that issued from the loynes Of Pauy's ancient Dukes or dost thou sit On great Lorenzo's seat our glorious father And canst not blush to be so farre beneath The spirit of Heroicke ancestors Canst thou ingrosse a slauish shame which men Far far below the Region of thy state Not more abhorre then study to reuenge Thou an Italian I could burst with rage To thinke I haue a brother so befool'd In giving patience to a harlots lust R. D. One my Lord that doth so palpably so apparantly make her Adulteries a Trophey whiles the poting-sticke to her vnsatiate and more then goatish abomination jeeres at and flouts your sleepish and more then sleepish security Fior. What is she but the sallow-coloured brat Of some vnlanded banckrupt taught to catch The easie fancies of young prodigall bloods In springes of her stewe-instructed Art Here 's your most Vertuous Dutchesse your rare peece R. D. More base in the infinitenesse of her sensuality Then corruption can infect to clip and inueagle Your friend too oh vnsufferable A friend how of All men are you most vnfortunate to poure out Your soule into the bosome of such a creature As holds it Religion to make your owne trust a key To open the passage to your owne wines wombe To be drunke in the priuacies of your bed Thinke vpon that Sir Duke Be gentle in your tortures ee'ne for pitty For pitty's cause I begge it Fior. Be a Prince Th'hadst better Duke thou hadst bin borne a peasant Now boyes will sing thy scandall in the streets Tune Ballads to thy infamy get mony By making Pageants of thee and inuent Some strangely-shap'd man-beast that may for hornes Resemble thee and call it Pauy's Duke Duke Endlesse immortall plague R. D. There 's the mischiefe Sir In the meane time you shall bee sure to haue a Bastard of whom you did not so much as beget a little toe a left eare or halfe the further side of an vpper lip inherit both your Throne and Name this would kill the soule of very patience it selfe Duke Forbeare the ashy palenesse of my cheeke Is scarletted in ruddy flakes of wrath And like some bearded meteor shall sucke vp With swiftest terror all those dusky mists That ouercloud Compassion in our brest You haue rouz'd a sleeping Lion whom no Art No fawning smoothnesse shall reclaime but blood And Sister thou thou Roderico thou From whom I take the surfeit of my bane Henceforth no more so eagerly pursue To whet my dulnesse you shall see Caraffa Equall his birth and matchlesse in reuenge Fior. Why now I heare you speake in maiesty R. D. And it becomes my Lord most Princely Duke Does it come hither Sister thou art neere In nature and as neere to me in loue I loue thee yes by yon bright firmament I loue thee dearely but obserue me well If any priuate grudge or female spleene Malice or enuy or such womans frailty Haue spurr'd thee on to set my soule on fire Without apparent certainty I vow And vow againe by all Princely blood Hadst thou a double soule or were the liues Of fathers mothers children or the hearts Of all our Tribes in thine I would vnrip That wombe of bloody mischiefe with these nayles Where such a cursed plot as this was hatcht But D'auolos for thee no more to worke A yet more strong impression in my braine You must produce an instance to mine eye Both present and apparent nay you shall Or Fior. Or what you will be mad be rather wise Thinke on Ferentes first and thinke by whom The harmlesse youth was slaughter'd had he liu'd He would haue told you tales Fernando fear'd it And to preuent him vnder shew forsooth Of rare deuice most trimly cut him off Haue you yet eyes Duke Duke Shrewdly vrg'd 't is piercing Fior. For looking on a sight shall split your soule You shall not care I 'le vndertake my selfe To do 't some two dayes hence for need to night But that you are in Court R. D. Right wud you desire my Lord to see them exchange kisses sucking one anothers lips nay begetting an heire to the Dukedome or practising more then the very act of adultery it selfe Giue but a little way by a fained absence and you shall find 'em I blush to speake doing what I am mad to thinke on 't you are most shamefully most sinfully most scornfully cornuted Duke D' ee play vpon me as I am your Prince There 's some shall rore for this why what was I Both to be thought or made so vild a thing Stay Madam Marquesse ho Roderico you Sir Beare witnesse that if euer I neglect One day one houre one minute to weare out With toyle of plot or practice of conceit My busie skull till I haue found a death More horrid then the Bull of Phalaris Or all the fabling Poets dreaming whips If euer I take rest or force a smile Which is not borrowed from a Royall vengeance Before I know which way to satisfie Fury and wrong nay kneele downe let me dye More wretched then despaire reproach contempt Laughter and pouerty it selfe can make me Let 's rise on all sides friends now all 's agreed If the Moone serue some that are safe shall bleed Enter Fernando Biancha and Morona Bian. My Lord the Duke Duke Biancha ha how is 't How is 't Biancha what Fernando come Shal 's shake hands sirs faith this is kindly done Here 's three as one welcome deere wife sweet Friend R. D. I doe not like this now it shewes scuruily to me Bian. My Lord we haue a suit our friend and I Duke She puts my friend
language argues More matter then your subtilty shall hide Tell me what is 't by Honors selfe I 'le know R. D. What would you know my Lord I confesse I owe my life and seruice to you as to my Prince the one you haue the other you may take from me at your pleasure should I deuise matter to feed your distrust or suggest likelihoods without appearance what would you haue me say I know nothing Duke Thou ly'st dissembler on thy brow I read Distracted horrors figur'd in thy lookes On thy alleageance D'auolos as e're Thou hop'st to liue in grace with vs vnfold What by thy party halting of thy speech Thy knowledge can discouer By the faith We beare to sacred Iustice we protest Be it or good or euill thy reward Shall be our speciall thanks and loue vn-term'd Speake on thy duty we thy Prince command R. D. Oh my disaster my Lord I am so charm'd by those powerfull repetitions of loue and duty that I cannot conceale what I know of your dishonor Duke Dishonor then my soule is cleft with feare I halfe presage my misery say on Speake it at once for I am great with griefe R. D. I trust your Highnesse will pardon mee yet I will not deliuer a sillable which shall be lesse innocent then truth it selfe Duke By all our wish of ioyes we pardon thee R. D. Get from me cowardly seruility my seruice is noble and my loyalty an Armour of brasse in short my Lord and plaine discouery you are a Cuckold Duke Keepe in the word a Cuckold R. D. Fernando is your Riuall has stolne your Dutchesse heart murther'd friendship hornes your head and laughes at your hornes Duke My heart is split R. D. Take courage be a Prince in resolution I knew it would nettle you in the fire of your composition and was loath to haue giuen the first report of this more then ridiculous blemish to all patience or moderation But oh my Lord what would not a subiect doe to approue his loyalty to his Soueraigne yet good Sir take it as quietly as you can I must needs say 't is a soule fault but what man is hee under the Sun that is free from the Careere of his destiny may be she will in time reclaime the errors of her youth or 't were a great happinesse in you if you could not beleeue it that 's the surest way my Lord in my poore counsell Duke The ycie current of my frozen blood Is kindled vp in Agonies as hot As flames of burning sulphure oh my sate A Cuckold had my Duke domes whole inheritance Beene rent mine honors leueld in the dust So she that wicked woman might haue slept Chast in my bosome 't had beene all a sport And he that Villaine viper to my heart That he should be the man That he should be the man death aboue vtterance Take heed you proue this true R. D. My Lord Duke If not I 'le teare thee ioynt by ioynt Pew me thinks It should not be Biancha why I tooke her From lower then a bondage hell of hels See that you make it good R. D. As for that would it were as good as I would make it I can if you will temper your distractions but bring you where you shall see it no more Duke See it R. D. I see it if that be proofe sufficient I for my part will slacke no seruice that may testifie my simplicitie Enter Fernando Duke Enough what newes Fernando Fer. Sir the Abbot is now vpon arriuall all your seruants Attend your presence Duke We will giue him welcome As shall befit our loue and his respect Come mine owne best Fernando my deere friend Exeunt R. D. Excellent now for a horned Moone Sound of Musicke But I heare the preparation for the entertainement of this great Abbot let him come and goe that matters nothing to this whiles hee rides abroad in hope to purchase a purple hat our Duke shall as earnestly heat the pericranion of his noddle with a yellow hood at home I heare 'em comming Loud Musicke Enter 3. or 4. with Torches after the Duke Fernando Biancha Fiormonda Petruchio Nibrassa at one doore Enter at another doore two Fryars Abbot and attendants The Duke and Abbot meet and salute Biancha and the rest salute and are saluted they ranke themselues and goe out the Quire singing D'auolos onely stayes R. D. On to your vittailes some of yee I know seed vpon wormewood Exit Enter Petruchio and Nibrassa with napkins as from supper Petr. The Duke 's on rising are you ready ho Within All ready Nib. Then Petruchio arme thy selfe with courage and resolution and doe not shrinke from being stayed on thy owne vertue Petr. I am resolu'd fresh lights I heare 'em comming Enter some with lights the Duke Abbot Biancha Fiormonda Fernando and D'auolos Duke Right Reuerend Vncle tho our minds be scanted In giuing welcome as our hearts would wish Yet we will striue to shew how much we ioy Your presence with a Courtly shew of mirth Please you to sit Abbot Great Duke your worthy honours to me Shall still haue place in my best thanks Since you in me so much respect the Church Thus much I 'le promise at my next returne His Holinesse shall grant an Indulgence Both large and generall Duke Our humble duty Seat you my Lords now let the Masquers enter Enter in an Anticke fashion Ferentes Roseilli and Maurucio at seuerall doores they dance a little suddenly to them enter Colona Iulia Morona in odde shapes and dance the men gaze at them are at a stand and are inuited by the women to dance they dance together sundry changes at last they close Ferentes in Maurucio and Roseilli being shooke off and standing at seuerall ends of the Stage gazing The women hold hands and dance about Ferentes in diuers complementall offers of Courtship at length they suddenly fall vpon him and stab him he fals downe and they run out at seuerall doores Cease Musicke Feren. Vncase me I am slaine in iest a pox vpon your outlandish feminine Antiks pull off my Visor I shall bleed to death ere I haue time to feele where I am hurt Duke I am slaine off with my visor for heauens sake off with my visor They vnmaske him Duke Slaine take this visor off we are betray'd Ceaze on them two are yonder hold Ferentes Follow the rest apparant treachery Abbot Holy St. Bennet what a sight is this Enter Iulio Colona and Morona vnmask'd euery one hauing a child in their armes Iul. Be not amaz'd great Princes but vouchsafe Your audience we are they haue done this deed Looke here the pledges of this false mans lust Betray'd in our simplicities He swore And pawn'd his truth to marry each of vs Abus'd vs all vnable to reuenge Our publike shames but by his publike fall Which thus we haue contriu'd nor doe we blush To call the glory of this murther ours We did it and wee 'll iustifie the deed For
before most kindly still Bian. Must ioyne Duke What must Bian. My Lord Duke Must ioyne you say Bian. That you will please to set Maurucio At liberty this Gentle woman here Hath by agreement made betwixt them two Obtain'd him for her husband good my Lord Let me intreat I dare ingage mine honour He 's innocent in any wilfull fault Duke Your honour Madam now beshrew you for 't T' ingage your honour on so slight a ground Honour 's a precious Iewell I can tell you Nay 't is Biancha Goe too D'auolos Bring vs Maurucio hither R. D. I shall my Lord Exit D'auolos Mor. I humbly thanke your grace Fer. And Royall Sir since Iulia and Colona Chiefe Actors in Ferentes tragicke end Were through their Ladies mediation Freed by your gracious pardon I in pitty Tendered this widowes friendlesse misery For whose reprieue I shall in humblest duty Be euer thankfull Enter D'auolos Maurucio in poore rags and Giacopo weeping Mau. Come you my learned Counsell doe not rore If I must hang why then lament therefore You may reioyce and both no doubt be great To serue your Prince when I am turn'd wormes meat I feare my lands and all I haue is begg'd Else woe is me why should I be so ragg'd R. D. Come on Sir the Duke stayes for you Mau. O how my stomacke doth begin to puke When I doe heare that onely word the Duke Duke You Sir looke on that woman are you pleas'd If we remit your body from the jayle To take her for your wife Man, On that condition Prince with all my heart Mor. Yes I warrant your grace he is content Duke Why foolish man hast thou so soone forgot The publike shame of her abus'd wombe Her being mother to a Bastards birth Or caust thou but imagine she will be True to thy bed who to her selfe was false Gia. Phew Sir doe not stand vpon that that 's a matter of nothing you know Mau. Nay and shall please your good grace and it come to that I care not as good men as I haue lyen in foule sheets I am sure the linnen has not beene much the worse for the wearing a little I will haue her with all my-heart Duke And shalt Fernando thou shalt haue the grace To ioyne their hands put 'em together friend Bian. Yes doe my Lord bring you the Bridegroom hither I 'le giue the Bride my selfe R. D. Here 's argument to jealousie as good as drinke to the dropsie shee will share any disgrace with him I could not wish it better Duke Euen so well doe it Fer. Here Maurucio long liue a happy couple ioyne their bands Duke 'T is enough now know our pleasure henceforth 'T is our will if euer thou Maurucio or thy wife Be seene within a dozen miles at Court We will recall our mercy no intreat Shall warrant thee a minute of thy life Wee 'll haue no seruile slauery of lust Shall breath neere vs dispatch and get ye hence Biancha come with me oh my cleft soule Exit Duke et Biancha Mau. How 's that must I come no more neere the Court Gia. O pittifull not neere the Court Sir R. D. Not by a dozen miles indeed Sir your only course I can aduise you is to passe to Naples and set vp a house of Carnality there are very faire and frequent suburbs and you need not feare the contagion of any pestilent disease for the worst is very proper to the place Fer. 'T is a strange sentence Fior. 'T is and sudden too And not without some mysterie R. D. Will you goe Sir Mau. Not neere the Court Mor. What matter is it Sweet-heart feare nothing Loue you shall haue new change of apparell good diet wholesome attendance and wee will liue like pigeons my Lord Mau. Wilt thou forsake me Giacopo Gia. I forsake yee no not as long as I haue a whole eare on my head come what will come Fior. Maurucio you did once proffer true loue To me but since you are more thriftier sped For old affections sake here take this gold Spend it for my sake Fer. Madam you doe nobly And that 's for me Maurucio R. D. Will ye goe Sir Mau. Yes I will goe and I humbly thank your Lordship and Ladiship Pauy sweet Pauy farwel come wife come Gia Now is the time that we away must lag copo And march in pompe with baggage and with bag O poore Maurucio what hast thou mis-doue To end thy life when life was new begun Adew to all for Lords and Ladies see My wofull plight and Squires of low degree R. D. Away away sirs Exeunt manent Fior. et Fer Fior. My Lord Fernando Fer. Madam Fior. Doe you note my brothers odde distractions You were wont to bosome in his Counsailes I am sure you know the ground on 't Fer. Not I in troth Fior. Is 't possible what would you say my Lord If he out of some melancholly spleene Edg'd on by some thank picking Parasite Should now proue iealous I mistrust it shrewdly Fer. What Madam iealous Fior. Yes for but obserue A Prince whose eye is chooser to his heart Is seldome steddy in the lists of loue Vnlesse the party he affects doe match His ranke in equall portion or in friends I neuer yet out of report or else By warranted description haue obseru'd The nature of phantasticke Iealousie If not in him yet on my conscience now He has no cause Fer. Cause Madam by this light I 'le pledge my soule against a vse-lesse rush Fior. I neuer thought her lesse yet trust me Sir No merit can be greater than your praise Whereat I strangely wonder how a man Vow'd as you told me to a single life Should so much Deifie the Saints from whom You haue disclaym'd deuotion Fer. Madam 't is true From them I haue but from their vertues neuer Fior. You are too wise Fernando to be plaine You are in loue nay shrinke not man you are Biancha is your ayme why doe you blush She is I know she is Fer. My ayme Fior. Yes yours I hope I talke no newes Fernando know Thou runst to thy confusion if in time Thou dost not wisely shun that Circe's charme Vnkindest man I haue too long conceal'd My hidden flames when still in silent signes I Courted thee for loue without respect To youth or state and yet thou art vnkind Fernando leaue that Sorceresse if not For loue of me for pitty of thy selfe Fer. Injurious woman I defie thy lust 'T is not your subtile sifting shall creepe Into the secrets of a heart vnsoyl'd You are my Princes sister else your malice Had rayl'd it selfe to death but as for me Be record all my fate I doe detest Your fury or affection Iudge the rest Exit Fer. Fior. What gone well goe thy wayes I see the more I humble my firme loue the more he shuns Both it and me so plaine then 't is too late To hope change peeuish passion to contempt What euer rages in my blood
I feele Foole he shall know I was not borne to kneele Exit Enter D'auolos and Iulia R. D. Iulia mine owne speake softly What hast thou learn'd out any thing of this pale widgeon Speake soft what does she say Iul. Fo more then all there 's not an houre shall passe But I shall haue intelligence she sweares Whole nights you know my mind I hope you 'll giue The gowne you promis'd me R. D. Honest Iulia peace th' art a woman worth a kingdome let me neuer be beleeued now but I thinke it will bee my destiny to be thy husband at last what tho thou haue a child or perhaps two Iul. Neuer but one I sweare R. D. Well one is that such a matter I like thee the better for 't it shewes thou hast a good tenant-able and fertile wombe worth twenty of your barren dry bloodlesse deuourers of youth but come I will talke with thee more priuately the Duke has a iourney in hand and will not be long absent see 'a is come already let 's passe away easily Exeunt Enter Duke and Biancha Duke Troubled yes I haue cause O Biancha Here was my fate engrauen in thy brow This smooth faire polisht table in thy cheeks Nature summ'd vp thy dower 't was not wealth The Mysers god nor Royalty of blood Aduanc'd thee to my bed but loue and hope Of Vertue that might equall those sweet lookes If then thou shouldst betray my trust thy faith To the pollution of a base desire Thou wert a wretched woman Bian. Speakes your loue Or feare my Lord Duke Both both Biancha know The nightly languish of my dull vnrest Hath stampt a strong opinion for me thought Marke what I say as I in glorious pompe Was sitting on my Throne whiles I had hemm'd My best belou'd Biancha in mine armes She reacht my cap of State and cast it downe Beneath her foot and spurn'd it in the dust Whiles I oh 't was a dreame too full of fate Was stooping downe to reach it on my head Fernando like a Traytor to his vowes Clapt in disgrace a Coronet of hornes But by the honour of anoynted kings Were both of you hid in a rocke of fire Guarded by ministers of flaming hell I haue a sword 't is here should make my way Through fire through darknesse death and all To hew your lust ingendred flesh to shreds Pound you to morter cut your throats and mince Your flesh to mites I will start not I will Bian. Mercy protect me will ye murder me Duke Yes Oh! I cry thee mercy how the rage Of my vndreamt of wrongs made me forget All sense of sufferance blame me not Biancha One such another dreame would quite distract Reason and selfe humanity yet tell me Was 't not an ominous vision Bian. 'T was my Lord Yet but a vision for did such a guilt Hang on mine honour 't were no blame in you If you did stab me to the heart Duke The heart Nay strumpet to the soule and teare it off From life to damne it in immortall death Bian. Alas what doe you meane Sir Duke I am mad Forgiue me good Biancha still me thinkes I dreame and dreame anew now prethe chide me Sicknesse and these diuisions so distract My senses that I take things possible As if they were which to remoue I meane To speed me streight to Luca where perhaps Absence and bathing in those healthfull springs May soone recouer me meane time deare sweet Pitty my troubled heart griefes are extreame Yet Sweet when I am gone thinke on my dreame Who waits without ho is prouision ready To passe to Luca Enter Petr. Nibr. Fior. D'auolos Ros. Fernando Petr. It attends your Highnesse Duke Friend hold take here from me this Iewel this Giues him Biancha Be she your care till my returne from Luca Honest Fernando wife respect my friend Let 's goe but heare ye wife thinke on my dreame Exeunt omnes but Ros. et Petr. Petr. Couzen one word with you doth not this Cloud Acquaint you with strange nouelties The Duke Is lately much distemper'd what he meanes By journeying now to Luca is to me A riddle can you cleare my doubt Ros. O Sir My feares exceed my knowledge yet I note No lesse then you inferre all is not well Would 't were whosoeuer thriue I shall be sure Neuer to rise to my vn-hop'd desires But Couzen I shall tell you more anon Meane time pray send my Lord Fernando to me I couet much to speake with him Enter Fernando Petr. And see He comes himselfe I 'le leaue you both together Exit Fer. The Duke is horst for Luca how now Cooze How prosper you in loue Ros. As still I hop'd My Lord you are vndone Fer. Vndone I in what Ros. Lost and I feare your life is bought and sold I 'le tell you how late in my Ladies chamber As I by chance lay slumbering on the mats In comes the Lady Marquesse and with her Iulia and D'auolos where sitting downe Not doubting me Madam quoth D'auolas We haue discouer'd now the neast of shame In short my Lord for you already know As much as they reported there was told The circumstance of all your priuate loue And meetings with the Dutchesse when at last False D'auolos concluded with an oath Wee 'll make quoth he his hart-strings crack for this Fer. Speaking of me Ros. Of you I quoth the Marquesse Were not the Duke a baby he would seeke Swift vengeance for he knew it long agoe Fer. Let him know it yet I vow Shee is as loyall in her plighted faith As is the Sunne in heauen but put case She were not and the Duke did know she were not This Sword lift vp and guided by this Arme Shall guard her from an armed troupe of Fiends And all the earth beside Ros. You are too safe In your destruction Fer. Dambe him hee shall feele But peace who comes Enter Colona Col. My Lord the Dutchesse craues a word with you Fer. Where is shee Col. In her chamber Ros. Here haue a plum for Ie'ee Col. Come foole I 'le giue thee plums enow come foole Fer. Let slaues in mind be seruile to their feares Our heart is high in-starr'd in brighter Spheres Exit Fer. et Colo Ros, I see him lost already If all preuaile not we shall know too late No toyle can shun the violence of Fate Exit Actus Quintus Enter aboue Fernando Fior. NOW fly reuenge and wound the lower earth That I en-sphear'd aboue may crosse the race Of Loue despis'd and triumph o're their graues Who scorne the low-bent thraldome of my heart A Curtaine drawne below are discouered Biancha in her night attire leaning on a Cushion at a Table holding Fernando by the hand Bia. Why shouldst thou not be mine why should the laws The Iron lawes of Ceremony barre Mutuall embraces what 's a vow a vow Can there be sinne in vnity Could I As well dispense with Conscience as renounce The out-side of my titles the poore