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The famous history of the rise and fall of Massaniello in two parts / written by Mr. Tho. D'Urfey.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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him even bloated with a Discovery but what 's that to the present purpose What business had you there with the Dutchess 'T was to know that drew me hither after ye I had been safe else Genov. I had particular Order I was to Pump her Rock Were ye so Timothy Transub were ye so indeed and for which pumping Design there 's a good Thump for ye Rascal d'sheart another Interloper in my Business come on Rogue are ye good at Procuring as soon as ever ye have got into the Bobtail'd Mode a swell'd Nose and a black Eye are proper for ye I 'll make ye look a right Baâ—d presently They Fight Genov. This Purse shall do me Justice instantly I 'll be reveng'd nay tho I loose the Money the Spirit moves now and thou shalt feel my Anger In the Scuffle puts a Purse into Rock 's Pocket they fight on Enter Massaniello with a Key Mass. Heated with Wine and fit now for the purpose Where is this Charming Dutchess whose bright Beauty e'er since I saw her has inflam'd my Heart my Heart that has possession of all Pleasures that Greatness brings in its full range of Power shall Sate its Wishes with one Bliss beyond it the best and dearest a fair Ladies Love then I may boast I have been truly Happy The Cardinal is gone hence but where 's the Lady and where my Creatures Rock and Genovino Rock Ah he 's Fluster'd I see we shall have a rare time on 't would I were any where but where I am tho 't were in an Oven that had just been heated I could not be in a greater Sweat I 'm sure Mass. Hah are not these they or do my Eyes deceive me Is not that Rock Rock The Ghost of Rock and please ye but not the real Substance that was frighted away with an Apparition of the Duke of Mataloni that was here just now Mass. How he tortures me what Mataloni Dog-bolt Rock Why Sir in short then since it must out the Banditto Captain that you have Entertained and Trusted was that Devil Duke of Mataloni in Disguise Mass. Hell blast thy Tongue and where where 's the Lady Rascal Rock Gone gone Sir gone he threatn'd to Murder us if we cry'd out or stirr'd and then took her away and Lock'd us in and by virtue of the Ring you gave him they 're past the Guards by this time Mass. How my Rage Choaks me I could tear my self dash my besotted head and with these hands pull from their Sockeâ—s these dull useless Lights that could not guide my sense in such an Exigent Sense Death and Hell I had no Sense no Soul for had I either or my Sight or Feeling I must know what my Nature so Abhorr'd through the meer force of strong Antipathy Hah but now I think on 't Dog 't was your Officious Villany first brought him to me how came it Answer that Slave Rock Alack by chance my Lord meer chance he said he had great Business with ye Genov. Ah Mr Secretary no more Deceits respect your Conscience good Mr. Secretary Mass. What say'st thou art thou privy to any thing Does he play Falsâ— with me Rock Not I my Lord upon my Soul What does that Rascal mean Genov. My Lord though I see his Conscience is quite â—ear'd yet I must ease my own the Man is Guilty Accomplice with Carraffa and their Faction and brib'd to assist the Dutchess's Escape Mass. Oh monstrous Hell-hound Rock Here 's a damn'd Rogue for ye here 's a Priest for the Devil I hope your Excellency won't believe him for may I be Parboil'd or Roasted upon a Gridâ—Iron my Lord if ever I saw Carraffa Genov. Oh vile vile Sinner dar'st thou look in my Face and say this Rock Look in thy Face why thou confounded Villain I confess thy Impudence does dazle me but I beseech ye my Lord don't believe him Genov. Not believe me why my Lord he own'd it a little before you came upon which my Choler being rais'd we had a Bustle and some Blows which is the occasion of this my disorder both of Head and Habit But for a more convincing Proof search him my Lord and without doubt you may find Carraffa's Purse in which the Golden Bribe is now about him Rock Search me Satan send all thy Imps to do 't I fear 'em not but come I 'll do 't my self I 'll make a plain Discovery my Lord Empty my self before ye Oh Murder Treason Pulls out the Purse Mass. The very Purse by Iove and with Carraffa's Cypher on 't Oh damn'd damn'd Traitor Genov. You have made a very plain Discovery in Troth Mr. Secretary Mass. I will be so reveng'd Here Father Gives him the Purse Rock I am Bewitch'd I 'm not able to speak Oh Dog Dog Dog Mass. This Key unlocks all the Doors where are my Guards there Rock I beseech your Lordship hear me but a word He unlocks the Door Mass. Away Contagion Seize that Traitor there Whip him round the Market-place then Hang him in Chains for Crows and Daws to feed on Enter Bissignano Pedro Bartallo Jacomo Gaspar Scipio 2 d Jesuit and Guards Genov. I think now Friend I am better than my Word I only promis'd ye a Whipping you know and now have added something more Rock Oh that my hands were at Liberty Devil 2 Ies. Alack is he th' occasion of thy Sentence have Patience a little and my tender Conscience shall help thee to a Revenge My Lord be pleas'd to read that Paper Gives Massaniello a Paper Mass. What 's here a List of the Conspirators in the Powder-Plot and Genovivino's hand amongst the foremost 'T is so I know his Character and this the Fellow that the Cardinal spoke of who made the first Discovery Guards take that Jesuit too and use him like the other Genov. Oh Devil hast thou deserted me at last Rock So so come along Priest we shall see now how that sleek Back of yours can bear the Lash and your Neck become a Halter and now you may give your self to the Devil too if you please Genov. Well the gaping Rascals shall not hear me confess any thing however I 'll be true to our Order who I know will all vouch my Innocence pray my Soul out of Purgatory and make me a Saint for â—ver into the bargain Exeunt Guards with Rock and Genovino Don Tib. These were both Rogues and have deserved their Punishment But now Sir to some Business of more Weight the Vice-Roy and Great Colateral Council have caus'd the Artâ—cles to be Engraved like those of Old of Charles the Fifth and Ferdinand all that your Heart can wish to free the People is there Inscrib'd with care and diligence A Marble Monument is Erected likewise where in large Golden Letters is Decyphered the Infranchisement of Naples from all Gabells by Great Massaniello You are desir'd therefore to meet in the Cathedral Church to Morrow where after high Mass and Celestial Musick the Deed 's to be on
do and thus make bare my Breast to meet it let that dear hand but strike I shall find â—eaven before my Soul be ready Mat. It must be so â—o leave thee here with Ruffians will to Eternity disturb my rest for I must die thou know'st then if thou lov'st me thou 'lt love this kind tho' cruel Resolution first to kill thee and afterwards my self Bell. I do and on thy Lips bless thee for ever Mat. Oh my Soul's happiness They Embrace Entâ—r Cosmo with a Ring Cosmo. My Heart 's so full of hopes t' enjoy Aâ—relia and sat my strong desires with Princely Beauty that I am tardy in my Oâ—fice to bring the Dutchess to the General Here is his Ring by which his Pleasure 's known in all Affairs in Love as well as Power this is the fatal Circle that must part the Married Lovers and yonder see they are Close Billing like two harmless Turtle Doves Unweary still of their Connubial Loves Mat. We are disturb'd see yonder Glares the Meteor that now portends our Ruin Bell. One moment longer and we had both been happy Cosm. Madam you know my Messagâ— by this Ring the General expects ye pray make hast for I have Business of my own so urgent I can wait no delays Mat. Men in great Places must be full of Business am not I sent for Cosm. No no my Lord you are fixt in the wrong Station the Wheel is turn'd you are not now at Court Mat. And yet my Wife 's sent for to Privy Councel What what is her Business there Cosm. Why with plain dealing if you needs must know her Business there is to make you a Cuckold Mat. I have a Message first to send Cosm. What 's that Mat. You to the Devil Sir Stabs Him Cosm. Oh I am Damn'd Dies Mat. Start not my Love nor let thy Cheeks grow pale but adore Providence for this happy Accident that marks us out instead of Fate our Freedom here is the Ring that guides us through the Labyrinth by whose Despotick Power we pass the Guards and then instead of Death live ever happy Bell. Now I shall think there is a Joy for Loveâ—s uncommon from the rest in sweet Elizium This bliss unlook'd for seems like Heaven's care Which only those that love like us could share Mat. But first I must disguise me in his Habit What ho Lorenzo Serv. What Service my good Lord Enter Lorenzo Mat. Drag in that Body and help me in a Business that iâ— necessary Serv. With all my heart Oh are ye hâ—re Don Dogsface Yoâ— were a Rogue in Office I am glad y' are paid your wages Drags Him in Mat. Happy Success thus may we always prove Bell. Blest be this day when Fortune favour'd Love Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Pedro and Fellicia Pedro. Come come no more Evasions no more Woman's Tricks I thought you were too young for 'em but to the Point will you Love me without more stir or Preambles Fell. Good Sir have pity on me Weeps Pedro. Pity why I have Love for thee I tell thee that is I think 't is Love I 'm sure I 've a mind to thee therefore no more of these dissembling Tears but buckle too without more trouble Come will you comply I say Fell. Alas to what Sir Pedro. Humh there 's Woman-kind agen now they always love to hear it nam'd before they venture why to my will Come come you are not too young to understand the manner Fell. Indeed I am Sir Oh pray don't look so cruelly upon me I will do any thing I can to please ye but for my Love my good my poor Old Father had it all I ne'er Lov'd ought besides Weeps Pedro. Nay look if ye practise your Tricks upon me I must begin the rough Game I 've no fine words not I mine is a downright meaning and with Love or without I must be satisfied that 's in short Fâ—ll How Sir which way Oh do not burn me with your fiery Eyes Pedro. Agen which way Gad I must speak it broad she has an Itch to hear it on my Life Fell. I 'll sing a Pretty Song to please ye Sir 't was made upon a poor unhappy Maid forc'd in a Wood by a rude Barbarous Russian and Rob'd and Ravish'd I know not what that is but she was sadly â—s'd Pedro. What has she made a Song upon her self before-hand She Sings HE led her by the Milk white hand into a Covert shady He swore he 'd give her House and Land and she shou'd be a Lady Her Cheeks were spread with Crimson red at last he made her squeak'out The naughty man a Trick began that Im asham'd to speak out Quaint and fine i'faith what a pretty little warbling Pipe the Gipsie has Oh how I long to spoil it Come come my little Canary Bird Musick is most proper at Meals I must fall too now Fell. Oh some kind Angel now look down and save me Oh but you ha'nt heard me sing a merry Song yet I have of the Devil and a Fryer how they were playing a Game at Cross Bunns and how the Frier Cheated him Sings agen THE Devil he pull'd off his Iacket of flame The Fryer he pull'd off his Cowle The Devil took him for a Dunce of the Game The Fryer took him for a Fool He piqu'd and repiqu'd him so oft That at last he swore by the Iolly fat Nuns If Cards came no better than those that are past Oh! Oh! I shall lose all my Bunns Pedro. Ha ha ha how the young Cockatrice tickles me with her shrill Note But come prithee now let me strike up my fit of mirth Fell. Y've ne'er a Fiddle Sir Pedro. Oh then I 'll make use of yours Fell. Sweet dear kind Sir A poor unhappy Girle besides I 'm ugly too Pedro. Ye lye ye Baggage ye lye y' are handsome enough in Conscience Seizes Fell. Oh that the Earth would swallow me Weeps Pedro within Major where are ye Fell. Oh blessed sound Pedro. Ah Plague of all delays 't was th' Captains voice sure Hah he 's coming go get ye in ye little Hypocrite and prepare your self d' ee hear I 'll be with ye presently Now Captain What News Shuts in Fellicia Enter Pedro. Pedro. News that distracts us all The General 's mad yonder the Duke of Mataloni has kill'd Cosmo and with the Ring freed both himself and th' Dutchess he 's coming hither with the Prince of Bissignano but in so strange a humour Pedro. All the better get our Friends ready Captain against he cools to drink him up agen and be sure contrive to keep him from sleep I have a little Business now but at night I 'll second ye Pedro. I 'll not fail my part he has not had a Nap this four days nor shan't if Business can hinder Exeunt severally Enter Massainello in a Rage with Bissignano and Guards Mass. Let twenty Cannons fire against the Castle Down with the Houses in Toledo-Street I will not