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The insatiate countesse A tragedie: acted at VVhite-Fryers. VVritten by Iohn Marston.
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.; Barksted, William, fl. 1611. aut
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our endered kinsman These voluntary murderers That confesse the Murder of him that is yet aliue Wee 'll sport vvith serious Iustice for a vvhile In shew wee 'll frowne on them that make vs smile 2 Sen. Bring forth the Prisoners we may heare their answeres Enter brought in with Officers CLARIDIANA and MIZALDVS Duke Stand forth you Vipers that haue suck'd bloud And lopt a branch sprung from a royall tree What can you answere to escape tortures Rog. We haue confest the fact my Lord to God and man Our ghostly father and that worthy Captaine We beg not life but fauourable death Duke On what ground sprung your hate to him we lou'd Clarid. Vpon that curse laid on Venecians ielousie Wee thought he being a Courtier would haue made vs Magnificoes of the right stampe and haue plaid at Primero in the presence vvith gold of the Citie brought from our Indies Rog. Nay more my Lord vve feared that your kinsman for a messe of Sonnets would haue giuen the plot of vs and our wiues to some needy Poet and for sport and profit brought vs in some Venician Comedy vpon the Stage Duke Our Iustice dwels with mercy be not desperate 1 Sen. His Highnesse faine vvould saue your liues if you would see it Rog. All the Law in Venice shall not saue mee I vvill not be saued Clar. Feare not I haue a tricke to bring vs to hanging in spite of the Law Rog. Why now I see thou louest me thou hast confirm'd Thy friendship for euer to me by these vvordes Why I should neuer heare Lanthorne and candle call'd for But I should thinke it was for me and my Wife I le hang for that forget not thy tricke Vpon 'em with thy tricke I long for sentence 2 Sen. Will you appeale for mercy to the Duke Clar. Kill not thy Iustice Duke to saue our liues We haue deserued death Rog. Make not vs presidents for after wrongs I will receiue punishment for my sinnes It shall be a meanes to lift me towards heauen Clar. Let 's haue our desert we craue no fauour Duke Take them asunder graue Iustice makes vs mirth That man is soulelesse that ne'er sinnes on earth Signior Mizaldus relate the weapon you kill'd him with and the manner Rog. My Lord your lustfull kinsman I can title him no better came sneaking to my house like a Promoter to spye flesh in the Lent now I hauing a Venecian spirit watcht my time and with my Rapier runne him through knowing all paines are but trifles to the horne of a Citizen Duke Take him aside Signior Claridiana what weapon had you for this bloudy act vvhat dart vs'd Death Clar. My Lord I brain'd him with a leauer my neighbour lent me and he stood by and cryed strike home olde boy Duke With seuerall Instruments Bring them face to face With what kill'd you our Nephew Rog. With a Rapier Leige Clar. T is a lye I kill'd him with a leauer and thou stood'st by Rog. Dost think to saue me hang thy selfe no I scorne it is this the tricke thou said'st thou had'st I kill'd him Duke Hee onely gaue consent 't was I that did it Clar. Thou hast alwayes beene crosse to me and wilt be to my death Haue I taken all this paines to bring thee to hanging and dost thou slip now Rog. We shall neuer agree in a tale till we come to the gallowes then we shall iumpe Clar. I le shew you a crosse-point if you crosse me thus When thou shalt not see it Rog. I le make a wry mouth at that or it shall cost me a fall 'T is thy pride to be hang'd alone because thou scorn'st my company but it shall be knowne I am as good a man as thy selfe and in these actions will keepe company with thy betters Iew Clar. Monster Rog. Dog-killer Clar. Fencer They bustle Duke Part them part 'em Rog. Hang vs and quarter vs we shall ne'er be parted til then Duke You doe confesse the murther done by both Clar. But that I vvould not haue the slaue laugh at mee And count me a coward I haue a very good mind to liue Aside But I am resolute 't is but a turne I doe confesse Rog. So doe I Pronounce our doome wee are prepar'd to dye 1 Sen. We sentence you to hang till you be dead Since you were men eminent in place and vvorth We giue a Christian buriall to you both Clar. Not in one graue together we beseech you wee shall ne'er agree Rog. He scornes my company till the day of Iudgement I le not hang vvith him Duke You hang together that shall make you friends An euerlasting hatred death soone ends To prison with them till the day of death Kings words like Fate must neuer change their breath Rog. You malice-monger I le be hang'd afore thee And 't be but to vexe thee Cla. I le doe you as good a turne or the hangman shall fall out Exeunt ambo guarded Enter MENDOSA in his night gowne and cap guarded with the Captaine Duke Now to our kinsman shame to royall blood Bring him before vs Theft in a Prince is sacrilege to honour 'T is vertues scandall death of Royalty I blush to see my shame Nephew sit downe Iustice that smiles on those on him must frowne Speake freely Captaine where found you him wounded Capt. Betweene the widowes house these crosse neighbors Besides an Artificiall ladder made of ropes Was fastned to her window which he confest He brought to rob her of Iewels and coine My knowledge yeelds no further circumstance Duke Thou know'st too much would I were past all knowledge I might forget my griefe springs from my shame Thou monster of my blood answere in briefe To these Assertions made against thy life Is thy soule guilty of so base a fact Mend. I doe confesse I did intend to rob her In the attempt I fell and hurt my selfe Lawes thunder is but death I dread it not So my Lentulus honor be preseru'd From black suspition of a lustfull night Duke Thy head 's thy forfeit for thy harts offence Thy bloods prerogatiue may claime that fauour Thy person then to death doomb'd by iust lawes Thy death is infamous but worse the cause Enter ISABELLA alone GVIACA following her Isabella O heau'ns that I was borne to be hates slaue The foode of Rumor that devour's my fame I am call'd Insatiat Countesse lusts paramowre A glorious Diuell and the noble whore I am sick vext and tormented O reuenge Guiaca On whom would my Isabella be reueng'd Isab. Vpon a Viper that does get mine honour I will not name him till I be reueng'd See her 's the Libels are diuulg'd against me An euerlasting scandall to my name And thus the villen writes in my disgrace She reads Who loues Isabella the insatiate Needs Atlas back for to content her lust That wandring Strumpet and chaste wedlockes hate That renders truth deceipt for loyall trust That sacrilegious thiefe to Himens rights
off For feare he doe pollute our sounder parts Yet why should he steale That is a loaden Vine riches to him Were adding sands into the Libian shore Or farre lesse charitie what say the other prisoners Watch. Like men my Lord fit for the other world They tak 't vpon their death they slew your Nephew Duke And he is yet aliue keepe them asunder We may sent out the wile Enter CLARIDIANA and ROGERO bound with a Frier and Officers Rogero My friend is it the rigour of the law I should be tied thus hard I le vndergoe it If not prethee then slacken yet I haue deseru'd it This murder lies heauie on my conscience Clarid. Wedlocke I here 's my wedlocke O whore whore whore Frier O Sir be quallified Clarid. Sir I am to die a dogges death and will snarle a little At the old Segnior you are onely a Parenthesis Which I will leaue out of my execrations but first To our quondam wiues that makes vs cry our Vowels In red Capitall letters Jove are cuckolds O may Bastard bearing with the panges of childbirth be Doubled to him may they haue euer twins And be three weekes in trauell betweene may they be So Riuell'd with painting by that time they are thirty that it May be held a worke of condigne merit But to looke vpon 'em may they liue To ride in triumph in a Dung-cart And be crown'd with al the odious ceremonies belonging too 't May the cucking stoole be their recreation And a dungeon their dying chamber May they haue nine liues like a Cat to endure this and more May they be burnt for witches of a sudden And lastly may the opinion of Philosophers Proue true that women haue no soules Enter THAIS and ABIGALL Thais What husband at your prayers so seriously Clari. Yes a few orisons Frier thou that stand'st betweene The soules of men and the diuell Keepe these female spirits away Or I will renounce my faith else Abig. Oh husband I little thought to see you in this taking Rogero O whore I little thought to see you in this taking I am gouernour of this castle of cornets My graue will be stumbl'd at thou adultrat whore I might haue liu'd like a Marchant Abig. So you may still husband Rogero Peace thou art verie quicke with me Abig. I by my faith and so I am husband Belike you know I am with child Rogero A bastard a bastard a bastard I might haue liu'd like a gentleman And now I must die like a Hanger on Shew trickes vpon a woodden horse And runne through an Alphabet of scuruie faces Doe not expect a good looke from me Abig. O mee vnfortunate Clarid. O to thinke whil'st we are singing the last Hymne And readie to be turn'd off Some new tune is inuenting by some Metermonger To a scuruie Ballad of our death Againe at our funerall Sermons To haue the Diuine diuide his text into faire branches Oh flesh and bloud cannot indure it Yet I will take it patiently like a graue man Hangman tie not my halter of a true louers knot I shall burst it if thou doost Thais Husband I doe beseech you on my knees I may but speake with you I 'le winne your pardon Or with teares like Niobe bedew a. Clarid. Hold thy water Crocodile and say I am bound To doe thee no harme were I free yet I could not Be looser then thou For thou art a whore Agamemnons daughter that was sacrific'd For a good winde felt but a blast of the torments Thou should'st indure I 'de make thee swownd Oftner then that fellow that by his continuall practise Hopes to become Drum Maior What saist thou to tickling to death with bodkins But thou hast laught too much at me alreadie whore Iustice O Duke and let me not hang in suspence Abig. Husband I 'le naile me to the earth but I 'le Winne your pardon My Iewels iointure all I haue shall flye Apparell bedding I 'le not leaue a Rugge So you may come off fairely Clarid. I 'le come off fairely Then beg my pardon I had rather Chirurgions hall should begge my dead bodie For an Anatomie then thou begge my life Iustice O Duke and let vs die Duke Signior thinke and dally not with heauen But freely tell vs did you doe the murther Rogero I haue confest it to my ghostly father And done the Sacrament of penance for it What would your highnesse more Clar. The like haue I what would your highnesse more And here before you all tak 't o' my death Duke In Gods name then on to the death with them For the poore widdowes that you leaue behinde Though by the law their goods are all confiscate Yet wee 'll be their good Lord and giue 'em them Clari. Oh hell of hels Why did not we hire some villaine to fire our houses Rog. I thought not of that my minde was altogether of the gallowes Clar. May the wealth I leaue behinde me help to damne her And as the cursed fate of curtezan What she gleanes with her traded art May one as a most due plague cheat from In the last dotage of her tired lust And leaue her an vnpittied age of woe Rogero Amen Amen Watchm. I neuer heard men pray more feruently Rogero O that a man had the instinct of a Lyon He knowes when the Lionesse place fals to him But these solaces these women They bring man to gray haires before he be thirtie Yet they cast out such mistes of flatterie from their breath That a mans lost againe sure I fell into my marriage bed drunke Like the Leopard well with sober eyes would I had auoided it Come graue and hide me from my blasted fame Exeunt Ambo with officers O that thou could'st as well conceale my shame Thais Your pardon your fauor gracious Duke Women kneele At once we doe implore that haue so long Deceiu'd your royall expectation Assur'd that the Comick knitting vp Will moue your spleene vnto the proper vse Of mirth your naturall inclination And wipe away the watery couloured anger From your inforced cheeke Faire Lord beguile Them and your saf't with a pleasing smile Duke Now by my life I doe faire Ladies rise I nee'r did purpose any other end To them and these designes I was inform'd Of some notorious errour as I sate in iudgement And doe you heare these night workes require a Cats eyes To impierce deiected darknesse call back the prisoners Clari. Now what other troubled newes Enter Clarid. and Rogero with officers That we must back thus Ha's any Senator beg'd my pardon Vpon my wiues prostitution to him Rog. What a spight 's this I had kept in my breath of purpose Thinking to goe away the quieter and must we now backe Duke Since you are to die wee 'll giue you winding sheetes Wherein you shall be shrouded aliue By which we winde out all these miseries Segnior Rogero bestow a while your eye And reade here of your true wiues chastity Giues him a