wreaths of bays There 's Arms of cross And that 's my due I give the flaming heart It is my crest And by the Mothers side The weeping eye The sighing brest It is not power in you fair beauties If I command Love 't is your duties Ascend During these Songs Andrugio peruses a Letter delivered him by a Lord and then closes with this Song below Welcome Welcome Son of Fame Honor triumphs in thy Name Exeunt in State Lord Alas poor Gentleman I brought him news That like a Cloud spred over all his glories When he mist her whom his eye greedily sought for His welcome seem'd so poor he took no joy in 't But when he found her by her Father forc'd To the old Governors love and kept so strictly A coldness strook his heart there is no State So firmly happy but feels Envies might I know Lactantio Nephew to the Cardinal Hates him as deeply as a Rich man death And yet his welcome shew'd as fair and friendly As his that wore the truest love to him When in his wishes he could drink his blood And make his heart the sweetness of his food Exit Celia Madam Madam Dutch Beshrew thy heart do'st thou not see me busie You shew your manners Celia In the name of Goodness What ails my Lady Dutch I confess I 'm mortal There 's no defending on 't 't is cruel flattery To make a Lady believe otherways Is not this flesh Can you drive heat from fire So may you love from this for Love and Death Are Brothers in this Kingdom onely Death Comes by the Mothers side and that 's the surest That General is wondrous fortunate Has won another field since and a victory That credits all the rest He may more boast on 't Then of a thousand conquests I am lost Utterly lost where are my Women now Alas what help 's in them what strength have they I call to a weak guard when I call them In rescuing me they 'ld be themselves o'er-come When I that profest war am overthrown What hope 's in them then that nev'r stir'd from home My Faith is gone for ever my Reputation with the Cardinal My Fame my Praise my Liberty my Peace Chang'd for a restless Passion Oh hard spight To lose my seven years victory at one sight Exit Scaen. 4. Enter Dondolo and the Page with a Shirt Page I prethee Dondolo take this shirt and air it a little against my Master rises I 'had rather do any thing then do 't y'faith Dond. O monstrous horrible terrible intollerable Are not you big enough to air a shirt were it a smock now you liquorish Page you 'ld be hang'd ere you 'ld part from 't If thou do'st not prove as arrant a smell-smock as any the Town affords in a Term time I 'll lose my judgment in Wenching Page Pish here Dondolo prethee take it Dond. It 's no more but up and ride with you then All my generation were Bedles and Officers and do you think I 'm so easily intreated you shall finde a harder peece of work Boy then you imagine to get any thing from my hands I will not disgenerate so much from the nature of my kinred you must bribe me one way or other if you look to have any thing done or else you may do 't your self 'T was just my Fathers humor when he bore office you know my minde Page The Song the Song I must either have the Song you sung to my Master last night when he went to Bed or I 'll not do a stitch of service for you from one weeks end to the other As I am a Gentleman you shall brush Cloaks make clean Spurs nay pull of strait Boots although in the tugging you chance to fall and hazard the breaking of your little Buttocks I 'll take no more pity of your Maribones then a Butchers Dog of a Rump of Beef nay ka me ka thee If you will ease the Melancholy of my minde with singing I will deliver you from the calamity of Bootshaling Page Alas you know I cannot sing Dond. Take heed you may speak at such an hour that your voice may be clean taken away from you I have known many a good Gentlewoman say so much as you say now and have presently gone to Bed and lay speechless 'T is not good to jest as old Chaucer was wont to say that broad famous English Poet Cannot you sing say you Oh that a Boy should so keep cut with his Mother and be given to dissembling Page Faith to your knowledge in 't ill may seem well But as I hope in comforts I 've no skill Dond. A pox of skill give me plain simple cunning Why should not singing be as well got without skill as the getting of children you shall have the arrant'st Fool do as much there as the wisest Coxcomb of 'em all let 'em have all the help of Doctors put to 'em both the directions of Physitians and the erections of Pothecaries you shall have a plain Hobnail'd Countrey-Fellow marrying some Dairy-wench tumble out two of a year and sometimes three By'rlady as the crop falls out and your nice paling Physicking-Gentlefolks some one in nine years and hardly then a whole one as it should be the wanting of so me Apricock or something looses a member on him or quite spoils it Come will you sing that I may warm the shirt by this light he shall put it on cold for me else Page A Song or two I learnt with hearing Gentlewomen practise themselves Dond. Come you are so modest now 't is pity that thou was 't ever bred to be thrust through a pair of Canions thou wouldst have made a pretty foolish Waiting-woman but for one thing Wil 't sing Page As well as I can Dondolo Dond. Give me the shirt then I 'll warm 't as well I can too Why look you Whoreson Cockscomb this is a smock Page No 't is my Masters shirt Dond. Why that 's true too Who knows not that why 't is the fashion Fool All your yong Gallants here of late wear smocks Those without Beards especially Page Why what 's the reason Sir Dond. Marry very great reason in 't A yong gallant lying a Bed with his Wench if the Constable should chance to come up and search being both in smocks they 'd be taken for Sisters and I hope a Constable dare go no further And as for the knowing of their Heads that 's well enough too for I know many yong Gentlemen wear longer hair then their Mistresses Page 'T is a hot world the whilst Dond Nay that 's most certain And a most witty age of a bald one for all Languages y'have many daughters so well brought up they speak French naturally at fifteen and they are turn'd to the Spanish and Italian half a year after Page That 's like learning the Grammar first and the Accidence after They go backward so Dond. The fitter for the Italian thou 'st no wit Boy Hadst had
if a privy search were made amongst 'em they should finde other manner of ware about 'em Cups Rings and Silver Spoons by 'r Lady Bracelets Pearl Neck-laces and Chains of Gold sometimes they are the wittiest theeves I 'll stay no longer but ev'n go look what I can steal now presently and so begin to bring my self acquainted with 'em Exit Lact. Nothing I fear so much as in this time Of my dull absence her first love the General Will wind himself into her affection By secret gifts and Letters there 's the mischief I have no enemy like him though my policy Dissembled him a welcome no mans hate Can stick more close unto a loath'd disease Then mine to him Enter Lord Cardinal L. Card. What ails this pretty Boy to weep so often Tell me the cause childe how his eyes stand full Beshrew you Nephew you 're too bitter to him He is so soft th' unkindness of a word Melts him into a woman 'lass poor Boy Thou shalt not serve him longer 't were great pity That thou shouldst wait upon an angry Master I have promis'd thee to one will make much of thee And hold thy weak youth in most deer respect Page Oh I beseech your Grace that I may serve No Master else L. Card. Thou shalt not Mine's a Mistress The greatest Mistress in all Milan Boy The Dutchess self Page Nor her nor any L. Card. Cease Boy Thou knowest not thine own happiness through fondness And therefore must be learn't go dry thine eyes Page This rather is the way to make 'em moister Exit Page L. Card. Now Nephew Nephew Lact. Oh y'have snatcht my spirit Sir From the divinest Meditation That ever made Soul happy L. Card. I am afraid I shall have as much toil to bring him on now As I had pains to keep her off from him I have thought it fit Nephew considering The present barrenness of our name and house The onely Famine of succeeding honor To move the ripeness of your time to marriage Lact. How Sir to marriage L. Card. Yes to a fruitful life We must not all be strict so generation Would lose her right thou' rt yong 't is my desire To see thee bestow'd happily in my life time Lact. Does your Grace well remember who I am When you speak this L. Card. Yes very perfectly Y' are a yong man full in the grace of life And made to do love credit proper handsome And for affection pregnant Lact. I beseech you Sir Take off your praises rather then bestow 'em Upon so frail a use alas you know Sir I know not what love is or what you speak of If woman be amongst it I shall swoun take her away For contemplation's sake most serious Uncle Name no such thing to me L. Card. Come come you 'r fond Prove but so strict and obstinate in age And you are well to pass There 's honest love Allow'd you now for recreation The years will come when all delights must leave you Stick close to Vertue then in the mean time There 's honorable joys to keep youth company And if death take you there dying no adulterer You 'r out of his eternal reach defie him List hither come to me and with great thankfulness Welcome thy Fortunes 't is the Dutchess loves thee Lact. The Dutchess L. Card. Dotes on thee Will die for thee Unless she may enjoy thee Lact. She must die then L. Card. How Lact. Alas do you think she ever means to do 't Sir I 'll sooner believe all a woman speaks Then that she 'll die for love She has a vow my Lord That will keep life in her L. Card. Believe me then That should have bounteous interest in thy Faith She 's thine and not her vows the more my sorrow My toil and my destruction Lact. My blood dances L. Card. And though that bashful Maiden vertue in thee That never held familiar league with woman Binds fast all pity to her heart that loves thee Let me prevail my counsel stands up to thee Embrace it as the fulness of thy Fortunes As if all blessings upon Earth were clos'd Within one happiness for such an other Whole life could never meet with go and present Your service and your love but on your hopes Do it religiously What need I doubt him Whom Chastity locks up Lact. Oh Envy hadst thou no other means to come by vertue But by such treachery The Dutchess love Thou wouldst be sure to aim it high enough Thou knew'st full well 't was no prevailing else Sir what your will commands mine shall fulfil I 'll teach my heart in all t' obey your will Enter Lords L. Card. A thing you shall not lose by Here come the Lords Go follow you the course that I advised you The comfort of thy presence is expected Away with speed to Court she languishes For one deer sight of thee For life's sake haste You lose my favor if you let her perish Lact. And art thou come brave Fortune the reward Of neat hypocrisie that ever book't it Or turn'd up transitory white o' th' eye After the Feminine rapture Dutchess and I Were a fit match can be deny'd of no man The best dissembler lights on the best woman 'T were sin to part us Exit L. Card. You Lights of State Truths Friends much honored Lords Faithful admirers of our Dutchess vertues And firm Believers it appears as plain As knowledge to the eyes of industry That neither private motion which holds counsel Often with womans frailty and her blood Nor publick sight the lightning of temptations Which from the eye strikes sparks into the bosom And sets whole hearts on fire hath power to raise A heat in her 'bove that which feeds chaste life And gives that cherishing means she 's the same still And seems so seriously imploy'd in soul As if she could not tend to cast an eye Upon deserts so low as those in man It merits famous memory I confess Yet many times when I behold her youth And think upon the lost hopes of posterity Succession and the royal fruits of Beauty All by the rashness of one vow made desperate It goes so near my heart I feel it painful And wakes me into pity oftentimes When others sleep unmov'd 1 Lord I speak it faithfully For 't is poor fame to boast of a disease Your Grace has not endured that pain alone T' has been a grief of mine but where 's the remedy L. Card. True there your Lordship spake enough in little There 's nothing to be hoped for but repulses She 's not to seek for armor against love That has bid battel to his powers so long He that should try her now had need come strong And with more force then his own Arguments Or he may part disgrac'd being put to flight That Soldier 's tough has been in seven years fight Her vow 's invincible for you must grant this If those desires train'd up in flesh and blood To war continually 'gainst
word amongst you that I may be doing too Aur. Yonder they are again Oh guiltiness Thou put'st more trembling fear into a Maid Then the first wedding night Take courage wench Thy face cannot betray thee with a blush now Fath. Which way she took her flight Sir none can ghess Or how she scap't Govern Out at some Window certainly Fath. Oh 't is a bold daring Baggage Govern See good fortune Sir The Gipseys they 're the cunningst people living Fath. They cunning what a confidence have you Sir No wiseman's faith was ever set in fortunes Govern You are the wilfulst man against all learning still I will be hang'd now if I hear not news of her amongst this company Fath. You are a Gentleman of the flatt'ring'st hopes That ev'r lost woman yet Govern Come hither Gipsey Aur. Luck now or I 'm undone What says my Master Bless me with a silver cross And I will tell you all your loss Govern Lo you there Sir all my loss at first word too There is no cunning in these Gipseys now Fath Sure I 'll hear more of this Govern Here 's silver for you Aur. Now attend your fortunes story You lov'd a Maid Govern Right Aur. She never lov'd you You shall finde my words are true Govern Mass I am afraid so Aur. You were about To keep her in but could not do 't Alas the while she would not stay The cough o' th' Lungs blew her away And which is worse you 'll be so crost You 'll never finde the thing that 's lost Yet oftentimes your sight will fear her She 'll be near you and yet you nev'r the nearer Let her go and be the gladder She 'ld but shame you if you had her Ten Counsellors could never school her She 'is so wilde you could not rule her Govern In troth I am of thy minde yet I l'ld fain finde her Aur. Soonest then when you least minde her But if you mean to take her tripping Make but haste she 's now a shipping Govern I ever dreamed so much Fath. Hie to the Key We 'll mar your voyage you shall brook no Sea Exit Father and Governor Cap. Cheteroon High Gulleroon Dond. Filcheroon pursse-fulleroon I can say somewhat too All Excellent Gipsey witty rare Doxey Dond. I would not change my Dell for a dozen of black Bell-weathers Cap. Our wealth swells high my Boys Dond. Our wealth swells high my Boys Cap. Let ev'ry Gipsey Dance with his Doxey And then drink drink for joy Dond. Let ev'ry Gipsey Dance with his Doxey And then drink drink for joy All And then drink drink for joy Exit with a strange wilde fashion'd dance to the Hoboys or Cornets Scaen 3. Enter Dutchess Lord Cardinal and other Lords Celia L. Card. That which is meerly call'd a will in woman I cannot always title it with a vertue Dutch Oh good Sir spare me L. Card. Spare your self good Madam Extreamest Justice is not so severe To great offenders as your own forc'd strictness To beauty youth and time you 'll answer for 't Dutch Sir settle your own peace let me make mine L. Card. But here 's a heart must pity it when it thinks on 't I finde compassion though the smart be yours 1 Lord None here but do's the like 2 Lord Believe it Madam You have much wrong'd your time 1 Lord Nay let your Grace But think upon the barrenness of succession 2 Lord Nay more a Vow enforc'd Dutch What do you all Forsake me then and take part with you man Not one friend have I left I do they all fight Under th' inglorious banner of his censure Serve under his opinion L. Card. So will all Madam Whose judgments can but taste a rightful cause I look for more force yet nay your own women Will shortly rise against you when they know The war to be so just and honorable As marriage is You cannot name that woman Will not come ready arm'd for such a cause Can Chastity be any whit impair'd By that which makes it perfect Answer Madam Do you profess constancy and yet live alone How can that hold y' are constant then to none That 's a dead vertue goodness must have practice Or else it ceases then is woman said To be love chaste knowing but one mans bed A mighty vertue beside fruitfulness Is part of the salvation of your sex And the true use of Wedlocks time and space Is womans exercise for Faith and Grace Dutch Oh what have you done my Lord L. Card. Laid the way plain To knowledge of your self and your Creation Unbound a forced Vow that was but knit By the strange jealousie of your dying Lord Sinful i' th' fastning Dutch All the powres of Constancy Will curse you for this deed L. Card. You speak in pain Madam And so I take your words like one in sickness That rails at his best friend I know a change Of disposition has a violent working In all of us 't is fit it should have time And councel with it self May you be fruitful Madam In all the blessings of an honor'd love 1 Lord In all your wishes fortunate and I The cheif of 'em my self L. Card. Peace be at your heart Lady 1 Lord And love say I L. Card. We 'll leave good thoughts now to bring in themselves Exit Lords Dutch O there 's no art like a religious cunning It carries away all things smooth before it How subtilly has his wit dealt with the Lords To fetch in their perswasions to a business That stands in need of none yeilds of it self As most we women do when we seem farthest But little thinks the Cardinal he 's requited After the same proportion of deceit As he sets down for others Enter Page Oh here 's the pretty Boy he preferr'd to me I never saw a meeker gentler youth Yet made for mans beginning How unfit Was that poor fool to be Lactantio's Page He would have spoil'd him quite in one year utterly There had been no hope of him Come hither childe I have forgot thy name Page Antonio Madam Dutch Antonio so thou toldst me I must chide thee Why didst thou weep when thou cam'st first to serve me Page At the distrust of mine own merits Madam Knowing I was not born to those deserts To please so great a Mistress Dutch 'Las poor Boy That 's nothing in thee but thy modest fear Which makes amends faster then thou canst erre It shall be my care to have him well brought up As a youth apt for good things Celia Cel. Madam Dutch Has he bestow'd his hour to day for Musick Cel Yes he has Madam Dutch How do you finde his voice Cel. A pretty womanish faint sprawling voice Madam But 't will grow strong in time if he take care To keep it when he has it from fond exercises Dutch Give order to the dancing School-master Observe an hour with him Cel. It shall be done Lady He is well made for dancing thick i' th' Chest Madam
I am like her that nev'r lay with man yet And she 's a very yong thing where ere she be When she first lighted here I told her then How mean she should finde all things she was pleas'd forsooth None better I laid open all defects to her She was contented still but the Devil 's in her Nothing contents her now To night my Son Promisd to be at home would he were come once For I 'm weary of my charge and life too She 'ld be serv'd all in silver by her good will By night and day she hates the name of Pewterer More then sickmen the noise or diseas'd bones That quake at fall o' th' Hammer seeming to have A fellow-feeling with 't at every blow What course shall I think on she frets me so Enter Leantio Lean. How near am I now to a happiness That Earth exceeds not not another like it The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the conceal'd comforts of a man Lockt up in womans love I sent the air Of Blessings when I come but near the house What a delicious breath Marriage sends forth The Violet-beds not sweeter Honest wedlock Is like a Banquetting-house built in a Garden On which the Springs chaste flowers take delight To cast their modest odors when base Lust With all her powders paintings and best pride Is but a fair house built by a Ditch side When I behold a glorious dangerous Strumpet Sparkling in Beauty and Destruction too Both at a twinkling I do liken straight Her beautifi'd body to a goodly Temple That 's built on Vaults where Carkasses lie rotting And so by little and little I shrink back again And quench desire with a cool Meditation And I 'm as well methinks Now for a welcome Able to draw mens envies upon man A kiss now that will hang upon my lip As sweet as morning dew upon a Rose And full as long after a five days fast She 'll be so greedy now and cling about me I take care how I shall be rid of her And here 't begins Bran. Oh Sir y' are welcome home Moth. Oh is he come I am glad on 't Lean, Is that all Why this as dreadful now as sudden death To some rich man that flatters all his sins With promise of Repentance when he 's old And dies in the midway before he comes to 't Sure y' are not well Brancha How do'st prethee Bran. I have been better then I am at this time Lean. Alas I thought so Bran. Nay I have been worse too Then now you see me Sir Lean. I 'm glad thou mendst yet I feel my heart mend too How came it to thee Has any thing dislik'd thee in my absence Bran. No certain I have had the best content That Florence can afford Lean. Thou makest the best on 't Speak Mother what 's the cause you must needs know Moth. Troth I know none Son let her speak her self Unless it be the same gave Lucifer a tumbling cast that 's pride Bran. Methinks this house stands nothing to my minde I 'ld have some pleasant lodging i' th' high street Sir Or if 't were neer the Court Sir that were much better 'T is a sweet recreation for a Gentlewoman To stand in a Bay-window and see gallants Lean. Now I have another temper a meer stranger To that of yours it seems I should delight To see none but your self Bran. I praise not that Too fond is as unseemly as too churlish I would not have a husband of that proneness To kiss me before company for a world Beside 't is tedious to see one thing still Sir Be it the best that ever heart affected Nay wer 't your self whose love had power you know To bring me from my friends I would not stand thus And gaze upon you always Troth I could not Sir As good be blinde and have no use of sight As look on one thing still What 's the eyes treasure But change of objects You are learned Sir And know I speak not ill 'till full as vertuous For womans eye to look on several men As for her heart Sir to be fixed on one Lean. Now thou com'st home to me a kiss for that word Bran. No matter for a kiss Sir let it pass 'T is but a toy we 'll not so much as minde it Let 's talk of other business and forget it What news now of the Pirats any stirring Prethee discourse a little Moth. I am glad he 's here yet To see her tricks himself I had lied monst'rously If I had told 'em first Lean. Speak what 's the humor Sweet You make your lip so strange this was not wont Bran. Is there no kindness betwixt man and wife Unless they make a Pigeon-house of friendship And be still billing 't is the idlest fondness That ever was invented and 't is pity It s grown a fashion for poor Gentlewomen There 's many a disease kiss'd in a year by 't And a French cursie made to 't Alas Sir Think of the world how we shall live grow serious We have been married a whole fortnight now Lean. How a whole fortnight why is that so long Bran. 'T is time to leave off dalliance 't is a doctrine Of your own teaching if you be remembred And I was bound to obey it Moth. Here 's one fits him This was well catch'd y'faith Son like a fellow That rids another Countrey of a Plague And brings it home with him to his own house Knock within Who knocks Lean. Who 's there now withdraw you Brancha Thou art a Jem no strangers eye must see How ev'r thou pleas'd now to look dull on me Exit Enter Messenger Y' are welcome Sir to whom your business pray Mess. To one I see not here now Lean. Who should that be Sir Mess. A yong Gentlewoman I was sent to Lean. A yong Gentlewoman Mess. I Sir about sixteen why look you wildly Sir Lean. At your strange error Y'have mistook the house Sir There 's none such here I assure you Mess. I assure you too The man that sent me cannot be mistook Lean. Why who is 't sent you Sir Mess. The Duke Lean. The Duke Mess. Yes he entreates her company at a Banquet At Lady Livia's house Lean. Troth shall I tell you Sir It is the most erroneous business That ere your honest pains was abus'd with I pray forgive me if I smile a little I cannot chuse y'faith Sir at an error So Comical as this I mean no harm though His grace has been most wondrous ill inform'd Pray so return it Sir What should her name be Mess. That I shall tell you straight too Brancha Capella Lean. How Sir Brancha What do you call th' other Mess. Capella Sir it seems you know no such then Lean. Who should this be I never heard o' th' name Mess. Then 't is a sure mistake Lean. What if you enquir'd In the next street Sir I saw Gallants there In the new houses that are built
it Here 's a fit thing indeed nay Hangers and all Away with 'em out upon 'em things of trouble And out of use with you Now y' are my prisoner And till you swear you love me all and onely You part not from mine arms Aur. I swear it willingly Lact. And that you do renounce the Generals love That heretofore laid claim to you Aur. My heart bids me You need not teach me that my eye ne'r knew A perfect choice till it stood blest with you There 's yet a rival whom you little dream of Tax me with him and I 'll swear too I hate him I 'll thrust 'em both together in one Oath And send 'em to some pair of waiting-women To solder up their credits Lact. Prethee what 's he Another yet for laughter sake discover him Aur. The Governor of the Fort Lact. That old dri'd Neat's tongue Aur. A Gentleman after my Fathers rellish Enter Father and Governor Father By your kinde favors Gentlemen Aur. O my Father We are both betray'd Lact. Peace you may prove too fearful To whom your business Sir Fath. To the Lord Cardinal If it would please your self or that yong Gentleman To grace me with admittance Lact. I will see Sir The Gentleman 's a stranger new come o'er He understands you not Loff tro veen Tantumbro Hoff Tufftee Locumber shaw Aur. Quisquimken sapadlaman Fool-urchin old Astrata Father Nay and that be the Language we can speak 't too Strumpettikin Bold Harlottum Queaninisma Whoremongeria Shame to thy Sex and sorrow to thy Father Is this a shape for reputation And modesty to mask in Thou too cunning For credulous goodness Did not a reverent respect and honor That 's due unto the Sanctimonious peace Of this Lords house restrain my voice and anger And teach it soft Humility I would lift Both your disgraces to the height of grief That you have rais'd in me but to shame you I will not cast a blemish upon Vertue Call that your happiness and the dearest too That such a bold attempt could ever boast off We 'll see if a strong Fort can hold you now Take her Sir to you Gover. How have I deserv'd The strangeness of this hour Father Talk not so tamely For you Sir thank the reverence of this place Or your Hypocrisie I had put out of grace I had 'ifaith if ever I can fit you Expect to hear from me Exeunt Lact. I thank you Sir The Cough o' th' Lungs requite you I could curse him Into diseases by whole dozens now But one 's enough to begger him if he light Upon a wise Physitian 'T is a labor To keep those little wits I have about me Still did I dream that Villain would betray her I 'll never trust slave with a parboil'd nose again I must devise some trick to excuse her absence Now to my Uncle too there is no mischeif But brings one Villain or other still Ev'n close at heels on 't I 'm pain'd at heart If ever there were hope of me to die For love 't is now I never felt such gripings If I can scape this Climacterical year Women ne'er trust me though you hear me swear Kept with him in the Fort why there 's no hope Of ever meeting now my ways not thither Love bless us with some means to get together And I 'll pay all the old reck'nings Exit Scaen. 3. Enter Dutchess above and Celia Dutch What a contented rest rewards my minde For faithfulness I give it Constancy And it returns me Peace How happily Might woman live methinks confin'd within The knowledge of one Husband What comes of more rather proclaims Desire Prince of affections then religious love Brings frailty and our weakness into question 'Mongst our Male enemies makes Widows tears Rather the cup of laughter then of pity What credit can our sorrows have with men When in some moneths space they turn light again Feast dance and go in colours If my vow Were yet to make I would not sleep without it Or make a Faith as perfect to my self In resolution as a vow would come to And do as much right so to Constancy As strictness could require For 't is our goodness And not our strength that do's it I am arm'd now 'Gainst all deserts in man be 't Valor Wisdom Curtesie Comeliness nay Truth it self Which seldom keeps him company I commend The Vertues highly as I do an Instrument When the Case hangs by th' Wall but man himself Never comes near my heart Enter Lord Cardinal L. Card. The blessing of Perfection to your thoughts Lady For I 'm resolv'd they are good ones Dutch Honor of greatness Friend to my vow and Father to my fame Welcome as Peace to Temples L. Card. I bring War Dutch How Sir L. Card. A harder fight If now you conquer You crown my praises double Dutch What 's your aym Sir L. Card. To astonish sin and all her tempting evils And make your goodness shine more glorious When your fair noble vow show'd you the way To excellence in vertue to keep back The fears that might discourage you at first Pitying your strength it shew'd you not the worst 'T is not enough for Tapers to burn bright But to be seen so to lend others light Yet not impair themselves their flame as pure As when it shin'd in secret so t' abide Temptations is the Souls flame truly try'd I have an ambition but a vertuous one I would have nothing want to your Perfection Dutch Is there a doubt found yet is it so hard For woman to recover with all diligence And a true fasting faith from sensual pleasure What many of her sex has so long lost Can you believe that any sight of man Held he the worth of Millions in one spirit Had power to alter me L. Card: No there 's my hope My credit and my triumph Dutch. I 'll no more Keep strictly private since the glory on 't Is but a vertue question'd I 'll come forth And show my self to all the world shall witness That like the Sun my Constancy can look On Earth's corruptions and shine clear it self L. Card. Hold conquest now and I have all my wishes Cornets And a shout within Dutch The meaning of that sudden shout my Lord L. Card. Seignior Andrugio General of the Field Successful in his Fortunes is ariv'd And met by all the gallant hopes of Milan Welcom'd with Laurel wreaths and Hymns of praises Vouchsafe but you to give him the first grace Madam Of your so long hid presence he has then All honors that can bless victorious man Dutch You shall prevail grave Sir Enter Andrugio attended with the Nobility and State like a Victor Musick SONG LAurel is a Victors due I give it you I give it you Thy name with praise Thy brow with bays We circle round All men rejoyce With cheerful voice To see thee like a Conqueror crown'd A Cupid discending sings this I am a little Conqueror too For
natural pitty though my affection Could hardly spare him from my sight an hour I 'll lose him now eternally and strive To live without him he shall straight to Rome Dutch Not if you love my health or life my Lord L. Card. This day he shall set forth Dutch Dispatch me rather L. Card. I 'll send him far enough Dutch Send me to death first L. Card. No Basilisk that strikes dead pure affection With venemous eye lives under my protection Exit Dutch Now my conditions worse then ev'r 't was yet My cunning takes not with him Has broke through The Net that with all art was set for him And left the snarer here herself intangled With her own toils Oh what are we poor souls When our dissembling fails us Surely Creatures As full of want as any Nation can be That scarce have food to keep bare life about 'em Had this but took effect what a fair way Had I made for my love to th' General And cut of all suspect all reprehension My hopes are kill'd i' th' blossom Exit Scaen. 3. Enter L. Cardinal L. Card. Let me think upon 't Set holy anger by a while there 's time Allow'd for natural argument 'T is she That loves my Nephew she that loves loves first What cause have I to lay a blame on him then He 's in no fault in this say 't was his fortune At the free entertainment of the General 'Mongst others the deserts and hopes of Milan To come into her sight where 's th' offence yet What sin was that in him man's sight and presence Are free to publick view She might as well Have fixed her hearts love then upon some other I would t 'had lighted any where but there Yet I may erre to wish 't since it appears The hand of Heaven that onely pickt him out To reward vertue in him by this Fortune And through affection I 'm half conquer'd now I love his good as dearly as her vow Yet there my credit lives in works and praises I never found a harder fight within me Since zeal first taught me war say I should labor To quench this love and so quench life and all As by all likelihood it would prove her death For it must needs be granted she affects him As dearly as the power of love can force Since her vow aws her not that was her Saint What right could that be to Religion To be her end and disposes my Kinsman No I will bear in pity to her heart The rest commend to Fortune and my Art Exit Scaen. 4. Enter Father Governor Aurelia and Andrugio disguised Gover. I like him passing well Fath. He 's a tall fellow Andr. A couple of tall wits I have seen some service Sir Gover. Nay so it seems by thy discourse goodfellow Andr. Good-fellow calls me theif familiarly I could shew many marks of resolution But modesty could wish 'em rather hidden I fetcht home three and twenty wounds together In one set battel where I was defeated At the same time of the third part of my Nose But meeting with a skilful Surgeon Took order for my snuffling Gover. And a Nose Well heal'd is counted a good cure in these days It saves many a mans honesty which else Is quickly drawn into suspition This night shall bring you acquainted with your charge In the mean time you and your valors welcome Would we had more store of you although they come With fewer marks about 'em Fath. So wish I Sir Exeunt Father and Governor Andr. I was about to call her and she stays Of her own gift as if she knew my minde Certain she knows me not not possible Aur. What if I left my token and my Letter With this strange fellow so to be convey'd Without suspition to Lactantio's servant Not so I 'll trust no fresh-man with such secrets His ignorance may mistake and giv 't to one That may belong to th' General for I know He sets some spies about me but all he gets Shall not be worth his pains I would Lactantio Would seek some means to free me from this place 'T is prisonment enough to be a Maid But to be mew'd up too that case is hard As if a Toy were kept by a double guard Andr. Away she steals again not minding me 'T was not at me she offer'd Hark you Gentlewoman Aur. With me Sir Andr. I could call you by your name But Gentle 's the best attribute to woman Aur. Andrugio Oh as welcome to my Lips As morning Dew to Roses My first love Andr. Why have you more then Aur. What a word was there More then thy self what woman could desire If reason had a part of her Creation For loving you you see Sir I 'm a prisoner There 's all the cause they have against me Sir A happy persecution I so count on 't If any thing be done to me for your sake 'T is pleasing to me Andr. Are you not abus'd Either through force or by your own consent Hold you your honor perfect and unstain'd Are you the same still that at my departure My honest thoughts maintain'd you to my heart Aur. The same most just Andr. Swear 't Aur. By my hope of fruitfulness Love and agreement the three joys of marriage Andr. I am confirm'd and in requital on 't Ere long expect your freedom Aur. Oh you flatter me It is a wrong to make a wretch too happy So suddenly upon affliction Beshrew me if I be not sick upon 't 'T is like a surfeit after a great feast My freedom said you Andr. Do'st o'rcome you so Aur. Temptation never overcame a sinner More pleasingly then this sweet news my heart Here 's secret joy can witness I am proud on 't Andr. Violence I will not use I come a friend 'T were madness to force that which wit can end Aur. Most vertuously deliver'd Andr. Thou art in raptures Aur. My love my love Andr. Most vertuously deliver'd Spoke like the sister of a Puritan Midwife Will you embrace the means that I have thought on With all the speed you can Aur. Sir any thing You cannot name 't too dangerous or too homely Andr. Fie you over-act your happiness You drive slight things to wonders Aur. Blame me not Sir You know not my affection Andr. Will you hear me There are a sect of pilfring juggling people The vulgar tongue call Gipseys Aur. True the same Sir I saw the like this morning Say no more Sir I apprehend you fully Andr. What you do not Aur. No Hark you Sir Andr. Now by this light 't is true Sure if you prove as quick as your conceit You 'll be an exc'lent breeder Aur. I should do reason by the Mothers side Sir If Fortune do her part in a good Getter Andr. That 's not to do now sweet the man stands near thee Aur. Long may he stand most fortunately Sir Whom her kinde goodness has appointed for me Andr. A while I 'll take my leave to avoid
good intents Prove all too weak for her having advantage Both of her sex and her unskilfulness At a Spiritual weapon wanting knowledge To manage resolution and yet win What force can a poor Argument bring in The Books that I have publish'd in her praise Commend her constancy and that 's Fame-worthy But if you read me o'r with eyes of enemies You cannot justly and with honor tax me That I disswade her life from marriage there Now Heaven and fruitfulness forbid not I She may be constant there and the hard war Of Chastity is held a vertuous strife As rare in marriage as in single life Nay by some writers rarer hear their reasons And you 'll approve 'em fairly She that 's single Either in Maid or Widow oftentimes The fear of shame more then the fear of Heaven Keeps chaste and constant when the tempest comes She knows she has no shelter for her sin It must endure the weathers of all censure Nothing but Sea and Air that poor Bark feels When she in wedlock is like a safe vessel That lies at anchor come what weathers can She has her Harbor At her great unlading Much may be stoln and little waste the Master Thinks himself rich enough with what he has And holds content by that How think you now Lords If she that might offend safe does not erre What 's chaste in others is most rare in her 2 Lord What wisdom but approves it 1 Lord But my Lord This should be told to her it concerns most Pity such good things should be spoke and lost L. Card. That were the way to lose 'em utterly You quite forget her vow yet now I think on 't What is that vow 'T was but a thing inforc'd Was it not Lords 1 Lord Meerly compell'd indeed L. Card. Onely to please the Duke and forced vertue Fails in her merit there 's no crown prepar'd for 't What have we done my Lords I fear we have sin'd In too much strictness to uphold her in 't In cherishing her will for womans goodness Takes counsel of that first and then determines She cannot truly be call'd constant now If she persever rather obstinate The Vow appearing forced as it proves Try'd by our purer thoughts The grace and triumph Of all her victories are but idle glories She wilful and we enemies to succession I will not take rest till I tell her soul As freely as I talk to those I keep Lords And we 'll all second you my Lord L. Card. Agreed We 'll knit such knots of Arguments so fast All wit in her shall not undo in hast 2 Lord Nay sure I think all we shall be too hard for her Else she 's a huge wilde Creature 1 Lord If we win And she yeild marriage then will I strike in Exeunt Scaen. 2. Enter Dutchess and Celia Dutch Thou tell'st me happy things if they be certain To bring my wishes about wondrous strangely Lactantio Nephew to the Cardinal The Generals secret enemy Cel. Most true Madam I had it from a Gentleman my Kinsman That knows the best part of Lactantio's bosom Dutch It happens passing fortunately to save Imployment in another he will come now A necessary property he may thank The need and use we have of him for his welcome Now who 's that knocks Knocks within Cel. Madam 't is he with speed I thought he had brought his horse to th' Chamber door He made such haste and noise Dutch Admit him prethee And have a care your heart be true and secret Cel. Take life away from 't when it fails you Madam Exit Enter Lactantio Dutch Enough I know thee wise He comes with haste indeed Are you come now Sir You should have staid yet longer and have found me Dead to requite your haste Lact. Love bless you better Madam Dutch Must I bid welcome to the man undoes me The cause of my vows breach my honor's enemy One that does all the mischief to my fame And mocks my seven years conquest with his name This is a force of Love was never felt But I 'll not grudge at Fortune I will take Captivity cheerfully Here seise upon me And if thy heart can be so pitiless To chain me up for ever in those arms I 'll take it mildly I and thank my Stars For w' are all subject to the chance of wars Lact. We are so yet take comfort vanquish'd Dutchess I 'll use you like an honorable prisoner You shall be entreated day shall be Free for all sports to you the night for me That 's all I challenge all the rest is thine And for your fare 't' shall be no worse then mine Dutch Nay then I 'm heartily pleasant and as merry As one that ows no malice and that 's well Sir You cannot say so much for your part can you Lact. Faith all that I ow is to one man Madam And so can few men say Marry that malice Wears no dead flesh about it 't is a stinger Dutch What is he that shall dare to be your enemy Having our friendship if he be a servant And subject to our Law Lact. Yes trust me Madam Of a vilde fellow I hold him a true subject There 's many arrant knaves that are good subjects Some for their livings sakes some for their lives That will unseen eat men and drink their wives Dutch They are as much in fault that know such people And yet conceal 'em from the whips of Justice For love's sake give me in your foe betimes Before he vex you further I will order him To your hearts wishes load him with disgraces That your revenge shall rather pity him Then wish more weight upon him Lact. Say you so Madam Here 's a blest hour that feeds both love and hate Then take thy time brave malice Vertuous Princess The onely enemy that my veng'ance points to Lives in Andrugio Dutch What the General Lact. That 's the man Madam Dutch Are you serious Sir Lact. As at my prayers Dutch We meet happily then In both our wishes he 's the onely man My will has had a longing to disgrace For divers capital contempts my memory Shall call 'em all together now nay Sir I 'll bring his faith in War now into question And his late conference with th' enemy Lact. By 'r Lady a shrewd business and a dangerous Seignior your neck 's a cracking Dutch Stay stay Sir take Pen and Ink Lact. Here 's both and Paper Madam Dutch I 'll take him in a fine trap Lact. That were exc'llent Dutch A Letter so writ would abuse him strangely Lact. Good Madam let me understand your minde And then take you no care for his abusing I serve for nothing else I can write fast and fair Most true Orthography and observe my stops Dutch Stay stay a while You do not know his hand Lact. A bastard Roman Much like mine own I could go near it Madam Dutch Marry and shall Lact. We were once great together And writ Spanish
He will turn long and strongly Dutch He shall not be behinde a quality That aptness in him or our cost can purchase And see he lose no time Cel. I 'll take that order Madam Page Singing and dancing 'las my case is worse I rather need a Midwife and a Nurse Exit Celia and Page Dutch Lactantio my procurer not return'd yet His malice I have fitted with an office Which he takes pleasure to discharge with rigor He comes and with him my hearts Conqueror My pleasing thraldom 's near Enter General Lactantio and the Guard Andr. Not know the cause Lact. Yes you shall soon do that now to the ruine Of your neck-part or some nine years imprisonment You meet with mercy and you scape with that Beside your Lands all begg'd and seis'd upon That 's admirable favor Here 's the Dutchess Dutch Oh Sir y' are welcome Lact. Marry bless me still From such a welcome Dutch You are hard to come by It seems Sir by the guilt of your long stay Andr. My guilt good Madam Dutch Sure y 'had much a do To take him had you not speak truth Lactantio And leave all favor were you not in danger Lact. Faith something neer it Madam He grew head-strong Furious and fierce but 't is not my condition To speak the worst things of mine enemy Madam Therein I hold mine honor But had fury Burst into all the violent storms that ever Plaid over anger in tempestuous man I would have brought him to your Graces presence Dead or alive Dutch You would not Sir Andr. What pride Of pamper'd blood has mounted up to this puckfoist If any way uncounsel'd of my judgment My ignorance has stept into some error Which I could heart'ly curse and so brought on me Your great displeasure let me feel my sin In the full weight of Justice vertuous Madam And let it wake me throughly But chaste Lady Out of the bounty of your Grace permit not This perfum'd parcel of curl'd powder'd hair To cast me in the poor rellish of his censure Dutch It shall not need good Sir we are our self Of power sufficient to judge you nev'r doubt it Sir Withdraw Lactantio carefully place your Guard I' th' next Room Lact. You 'll but fare the worse You see your niceness spoils you you 'll go nigh now To feel your sin indeed Exit Lactantio and Guard Andr. Hell-mouth be with thee Was ever malice seen yet to gape wider For mans misfortunes Dutch First Sir I should think You could not be so impudent to deny What your own knowledge proves to you Andr. That were a sin Madam More gross then flattery spent upon a villain Dutch Your own confession dooms you Sir Andr. Why Madam Dutch Do not you know I made a serious vow At my Lords death never to marry more Andr. That 's a truth Madam I 'm a witness to Dutch Is 't so Sir you 'll be taken presently This man needs no accuser Knowing so much How durst you then attempt so bold a business As to sollicite me so strictly setled With tempting Letters and loose lines of love Andr. Who I do 't Madam Dutch Sure the man will shortly Deny he lives although he walks and breath Andr. Better destruction snatch me quick from sight Of humane eyes then I should sin so boldly Dutch 'T was well I kept it then from rage or fire For my truths credit Look you Sir read out You know the hand and name Andr. Andrugio Dutch And if such things be fit the world shall judge Andr. Madam Dutch Pish that 's not so it begins otherwise Pray look again Sir how you 'ld slight your knowledge Andr. By all the reputation I late won Dutch Nay and you dare not read Sir I am gone Andr. Read most fair Dutchess Dutch Oh have you found it now There 's a sweet flatt'ring phrase for a beginning You thought belike that would o'rcome me Andr. I Madam Dutch Nay on Sir you are slothful Andr. The report of your Vow shall not fear me Dutch No are you so resolute 'T is well for you Sir Andr. I know y' are but a woman Dutch Well what then Sir Andr. And what a woman is a wiseman knows Dutch Let him know what he can he 's glad to get us Andr. Perhaps my condition may seem blunt to you Dutch: Well we finde no fault with your bluntness Andr. But no mans love can be more sharp set Dutch I there 's good stuff now Andr. And I know desires in both sexes have skill at that weapon Dutch Weapon You begin like a Flatterer and end like a Fencer Are these fit lines now to be sent to us Andr. Now by the honor of a man his truth Madam My name 's abus'd Dutch Fie fie deny your hand I will not deny mine here take it freely Sir And with it my true constant heart for ever I never disgrac'd man that sought my favor Andr. What mean you Madam Dutch To requite you Sir By curtesie I hold my reputation And you shall taste it Sir in as plain truth As the old time walk'd in when love was simple And knew no art nor guile I affect you My heart has made her choice I love you Sir Above my vow the frown that met you first Wore not the livery of anger Sir But of deep policy I made your enemy The Instrument for all there you may praise me And 't will not be ill given Andr. Here 's a strange Language The constancy of love bless me from learning on 't Although ambition would soon teach it others Madam the service of whole life is yours But Dutch Enough thou' rt mine for ever Within there Enter Lactantio and the Guard Lact. Madam Dutch Lay hands upon him bear him hence See he be kept close prisoner in our Pallace The time 's not yet ripe for our Nuptial Sollace Exit Lact. This you could clear your self Andr. There 's a voice that wearies me More then mine own distractions Lact. You are innocent Andr. I have not a time idle enough from passion To give this Devil an answer Oh she 's lost Curst be that love by which a better 's crost There my heart 's setled Lact. How is he disgrac'd And I advanc'd in love Faith he that can Wish more to his enemy is a spightful man And worthy to be punish'd Exeunt Act. 5. Scaen. 1. Enter Page Celia and Crotchet Cel. SIr I 'm of that opinion being kept hard to 't In troth I think he 'll take his prick-song well Crotch. G sol re ut you ghess not right y'faith Mistress you 'll finde y' are in an error straight Come on Sir lay the Books down you shall see now Page Would I 'd an honest Caudle next my heart Let whose would Sol Fa I 'ld give them my part In troth methinks I have a great longing in me To bite a peece of the Musitians Nose off But I 'll rather lose my longing then spoil the poor mans
dull sight have I how long I pray Sir Hip. Since I first saw you Neece and left Bologna Neece And could you deal so unkindly with my heart To keep it up so long hid from my pitty Alas how shall I trust your love hereafter Have we past through so many arguments And miss'd of that still the most needful one Walk'd out whole nights together in discourses And the main point forgot We are too blame both This is an obstinate wilful forgetfulness And faulty on both parts Let 's lose no time now Begin good Uncle you that feel 't what is it Hip. You of all creatures Neece must never hear on 't 'T is not a thing ordain'd for you to know Neece Not I Sir all my joys that word cuts off You made profession once you lov'd me best 'T was but profession Hip. Yes I do 't too truly And fear I shall be chid for 't Know the worst then I love thee dearlier then an Uncle can Neece Why so you ever said and I believ'd it Hip. So simple is the goodness of her thoughts They understand not yet th' unhallowed language Of a near sinner I must yet be forced Though blushes be my venture to come nearer As a man love's his wife so love I thee Neece What 's that Methought I heard ill news come toward me Which commonly we understand too soon Then over-quick at hearing I 'll prevent it Though my joys fare the harder welcome it It shall nev'r come so near mine ear again Farewel all friendly solaces and discourses I 'll learn to live without ye for your dangers Are greater then your comforts what 's become Of truth in love if such we cannot trust When blood that should be love is mix'd with lust Exit Hip. The worst can be but death and let it come He that lives joyless ev'ry day 's his doom Exit Scaen. 3. Enter Leantio alone Lean. Methinks I 'm ev'n as dull now at departure As men observe great Gallants the next day After a Revels you shall see 'em look Much of my fashion if you mark 'em well 'T is ev'n a second Hell to part from pleasure When man has got a smack on 't As many holidays Coming together makes your poor heads idle A great while after and are said to stick Fast in their fingers ends ev'n so does game In a new married couple for the time It spoils all thrift and indeed lies a Bed To invent all the new ways for great expences Brancha and Mother above See and she be not got on purpose now Into the Window to look after me I have no power to go now and I should be hang'd Farewel all business I desire no more Then I see yonder let the goods at Key Look to themselves why should I toil my youth out It is but begging two or three year sooner And stay with her continually is 't a match O fie what a Religion have I leap'd into Get out again for shame the man loves best When his care 's most that shows his zeal to love Fondness is but the Idiot to Affection That plays at Hot-cockles with rich Merchants wives Good to make sport withal when the Chest 's full And the long Ware house cracks 'T is time of day For us to be more wise 't is early with us And if they lose the morning of their affairs They commonly lose the best part of the day Those that are wealthy and have got enough 'T is after Sun-set with 'em they may rest Grow fat with ease banket and toy and play When such as I enter the heat o' th' day And I 'll do 't cheerfully Bran. I perceive Sir Y' are not gone yet I have good hope you 'll stay now Lean. Farewel I must not Bran. Come come pray return To morrow adding but a little care more Will dispatch all as well believe me 't will Sir Lean. I could well wish my self where you would have me But love that 's wanton must be rul'd a while By that that 's careful or all goes to ruine As fitting is a Government in Love As in a Kingdom where 't is all meer Lust 'T is like an insurrection in the people That rais'd in Self-wil wars against all Reason But Love that is respective for increase Is like a good King that keeps all in peace Once more farewel Bran. But this one night I prethee Lean. Alas I 'm in for twenty if I stay And then for forty more I have such luck to flesh I never bought a horse but he bore double If I stay any longer I shall turn An everlasting spend-thrift as you love To be maintain'd well do not call me again For then I shall not care which end goes forward Again farewel to thee Exit Bran. Since it must farewel too Moth. 'Faith daughter y' are too blame you take the course To make him an ill husband troth you do And that disease is catching I can tell you I and soon taken by a yongmans blood And that with little urging Nay fie see now What cause have you to weep would I had no more That have liv'd threescore years there were a cause And 't were well thought on trust me y' are too blame His absence cannot last five days at utmost Why should those tears be fetch'd forth cannot love Be ev'n as well express'd in a good look But it must see her face still in a Fountain It shows like a Country Maid dressing her head By a dish of water Come 't is an old custom To weep for love Enter two or three Boys and a Citizen or two with an Apprentice Boys Now they come now they come 2. The Duke 3. The State Cit. How near Boy 1 Boy I' th' next street Sir hard at hand Cit. You sirra get a standing for your Mistress The best in all the City Apprent. I hav 't for her Sir 'T was a thing I provided for her over night 'T is ready at her pleasure Cit. Fetch her to 't then away Sir Bran. What 's the meaning of this hurry Can you tell Mother Moth. What a memory Have I I see by that years come upon me Why 't is a yearly custom and solemnity Religiously observ'd by th' Duke and State To St. Marks Temple the fifteenth of April See if my dull brains had not quite forgot it 'T was happily question'd of thee I had gone down else Sat like a drone below and never thought on 't I would not to be ten years yonger again That you had lost the sight now you shall see Our Duke a goodly Gentleman of his years Bran. Is he old then Moth. About some fifty five Bran. That 's no great age in man he 's then at best For wisdom and for judgment Moth. The Lord Cardinal His noble Brother there 's a comly Gentleman And greater in devotion then in blood Bran. He 's worthy to be mark'd Moth. You shall behold All our cheif states of Florence you came fortunately
can I blame his Appetite or tax His Raptures of slight folly she 's a Creature Able to draw a State from serious business And make it their best peece to do her service What course shall we devise h 'as spoke twice now Liv: Twice Guard 'T is beyond your apprehension How strangly that one look has catch'd his heart 'T would prove but too much worth in wealth and savor To those should work his peace Liv. And if I do 't not Or at least come as near it if your Art Will take a little pains and second me As any wench in Florence of my standing I 'll quite give o'r and shut up shop in cunning Guard: 'T is for the Duke and if I fail your purpose All means to come by riches or advancement Miss me and skip me over Liv: Let the old woman then Be sent for with all speed then I 'll begin Guard A good conclusion follow and a sweet one After this stale beginning with old ware Within there Enter Servant Serv. Sir do you call Guard Come near list hither Liv. I long my self to see this absolute Creature That wins the heart of love and praise so much Guard Go Sir make haste Liv. Say I entreat her company Do you hear Sir Serv. Yes Madam Exit Liv. That brings her quickly Guard I would 't were done the Duke waits the good hour And I wait the good Fortune that may spring form 't I have had a lucky hand these fifteen year At such Court Passage with theee Dice in a Dish Seignior Fabritio Enter Fabritio Fab. Oh Sir I bring an alteration in my mouth now Guard An alteration no wise Speech I hope He means not to talk wisely does he trow Good what 's the change I pray Sir Fab. A new change Guard Another yet faith there 's enough already Fab. My daughter loves him now Guard What does she Sir Fab. Affects him beyond thought who but the Ward forsooth No talk but of the Ward she would have him To chuse 'bove all the men she ever saw My Will goes not so fast as her consent now Her duty gets before my command still Guard: Why then Sir if you 'll have me speak my thoughts I smell 't will be a match Fab. I and a sweet yong couple If I have any judgment Guard Faith that 's little Let her be sent to morrow before noon And handsomly trick'd up for 'bout that time I mean to bring her in and tender her to him Fab. I warrant you for handsom I will see Her things laid ready every one in order And have some part of her trick'd up to night Guard Why well said Fab. 'T was a use her Mother had When she was invited to an early wedding She 'ld dress her head o'r night spunge up her self And give her neck three lathers Guard Ne'r a halter Fab. On with her chain of Pearl her ruby Bracelets Lay ready all her tricks and Jiggam-bobs Guard So must your daughter Fab. I 'll about it straight Sir Exit Fabritio Liv. How he sweats in the foolish zeal of Father-hood After six ounces an hour and seems To toil as much as if his cares were wise ones Guard Y'have let his folly blood in the right vein Lady Liv. And here comes his sweet Son-in-law that shall be They 're both alli'd in wit before the marriage What will they be hereafter when they are neerer Yet they can go no further then the Fool There 's the worlds end in both of 'em Enter Ward and Sordido one with a Shittle-cock the other a Battledoor Guard Now yong heir Ward What 's the next business after Shittlecock now Guard To morrow you shall see the Gentlewoman Must be your wife Ward There 's ev'n an other thing too Must be kept up with a pair of Battledoors My wife what can she do Guard Nay that 's a question you should ask your self Ward When y' are alone together Ward That 's as I list A wife 's to be ask anywhere I hope I 'll ask her in a Congregation if I have a minde to 't and so save a Licence My Guardiner has no more wit then an Herb-woman that sells away all her sweet Herbs and Nose-gays and keeps a stinking breath for her own Pottage Sord. Let me be at the chusing of your beloved If you desire a woman of good parts Ward Thou shalt sweet Sordido Sord. I have a plaguy ghess let me alone to see what she is if I but look upon her way I know all the faults to a hair that you may refuse her for Ward Do'st thou I prethee let me hear 'em Sordido Sord. Well mark 'em then I have 'em all in rime The wife your Guardiner ought to tender Should be pretty straight and slender Heir hair not short her foot not long Her hand not huge nor too too loud her tongue No pearl in eye nor ruby in her nose No burn or cut but what the Catalogue shows She must have teeth and that no black ones And kiss most sweet when she does smack once Her skin must be both white and plump Her body straight not hopper rumpt Or wriggle side-ways like a Crab She must be neither Slut nor Drab Nor go too splay-foot with her shooes To make her Smock lick up the dews And two things more which I forgot to tell ye She neither must have bump in back nor belly These are the faults that will not make her pass Ward And if I spie not these I am a rank Ass Sord. Nay more by right Sir you should see her naked For that 's the ancient order Ward See her naked That were good sport y'faith I 'll have the Books turn'd over And if I finde her naked on Record She shall not have a rag on But stay stay How if she should desire to see me so too I were in a sweet case then such a fowl skin Sord. But y'have a clean shirt and that makes amends Sir Ward I will not see her naked for that trick though Exit Sord. Then take her with all faults with her cloaths on And they may hide a number with a bum-roll Faith chusing of a Wench in a huge Farthingale Is like the buying of ware under a great Pent-house What with the deceit of one And the false light of th' other mark my Speeches He may have a diseas'd Wench in 's Bed And rotten stuff in 's Breeches Exit Guard It may take handsomly Liv. I see small hind'rance How now so soon return'd Enter Mother Guard She 's come Liv. That 's well Widdow come come I have a great quarrel to you Faith I must chide you that you must be sent for You make your self so strange never come at us And yet so neer a neighbor and so unkinde Troth y' are too blame you cannot be more welcome To any house in Florence that I 'll tell you Moth. My thanks must needs acknowledge so much Madam Liv. How can you be so strange then I sit
thing Every one sees not you can witness that Widow Moth. And that 's worth sight indeed Madam Bran. Kinde Lady I fear I came to be a trouble to you Liv. Oh nothing less forsooth Bran. And to this courteous Gentleman That wears a kindness in his Brest so noble And bounteous to the welcome of a stranger Guard If you but give acceptance to my service You do the greatest grace and honor to me That curtesie can merit Bran. I were too blame else And out of fashion much I pray you lead Sir Liv. After a game or two w' are for you Gentle folks Guard We wish no better seconds in Society Then your discourses Madam and your partners there Moth. I thank your praise I listen'd to you Sir Though when you spoke there came a paltry Rook Full in my way and choaks up all my game Exit Guardiano Brancha Liv. Alas poor Widow I shall be too hard for thee Moth. Y' are cunning at the game I 'll be sworn Madam Liv. It will be found so ere I give you over She that can place her man well Moth. As you do Madam Liv. As I shall Wench can never lose her game Nay nay the black King 's mine Moth. Cry you mercy Madam Liv. And this my Queen Moth. I see 't now Liv. Here 's a Duke Will strike a sure stroke for the game anon Your pawn cannot come back to relieve it self Moth. I know that Madam Liv. You play well the whilst How she belies her skill I hold two duckats I give you Check and Mate to your white King Simplicity it self your Saintish King there Moth. Well ere now Lady I have seen the fall of Subtilty Jest on Liv. I but Simplicitie receives two for one Moth. What remedy but patience Enter above Guardiano and Brancha Bran. Trust me Sir Mine eye nev'r met with fairer Ornaments Guard Nay livelier I 'm perswaded neither Florence Nor Venice can produce Bran. Sir my opinion Takes your part highly Guard There 's a better peece Yet then all these Duke above Bran. Not possible Sir Guard Believe it You 'll say so when you see 't Turn but your eye now Y' are upon 't presently Exit Bran. Oh Sir Duke He 's gone Beauty Pish look not after him He 's but a vapor That when the Sun appears is seen no more Bran. Oh treachery to honor Duke Prethee tremble not I feel thy brest shake like a Turtle panting Under a loving hand that makes much on 't Why art so fearful as I 'm friend to brightness There 's nothing but respect and honor near thee You know me you have seen me here 's a heart Can witness I have seen thee Bran. The more 's my danger Duke The more 's thy happiness Pish strive not Sweet This strength were excellent employ'd in love now But here 's 't is spent amiss strive not to seek Thy liberty and keep me still in prison Y faith you shall not out till I 'm releast now We 'll be both freed together or stay still by 't So is captivity pleasant Bran. Oh my Lord Duke I am not here in vain have but the leisure To think on that and thou 'lt be soon resolv'd The lifting of thy voice is but like one That does exalt his enemy who proving high Lays all the plots to confound him that rais'd him Take warning I beseech thee thou seem'st to me A creature so compos'd of gentleness And delicate meekness such as bless the faces Of figures that are drawn for Goddesses And makes Art proud to look upon her work I should be sorry the least force should lay An unkinde touch upon thee Bran. Oh my extremity My Lord what seek you Duke Love Bran. 'T is gone already I have a husband Duke That 's a single comfort Take a friend to him Bran. That 's a double mischeif Or else there 's no Religion Duke Do not tremble At fears of thine own making Bran. Nor great Lord Make me not bold with death and deeds of ruine Because they fear not you me they must fright Then am I best in health Should thunder speak And none regard it it had lost the name And were as good be still I 'm not like those That take their soundest sleeps in greatest tempests Then wake I most the weather fearfullest And call for strength to vertue Duke Sure I think Thou know'st the way to please me I affect A passionate pleading 'bove an easie yeilding But never pitied any they deserve none That will not pity me I can command Think upon that yet if thou truly knewest The infinite pleasure my affection takes In gentle fair entreatings when loves businesses Are carried curteously 'twixt heart and heart You 'ld make more haste to please me Bran. Why should you seek Sir To take away that you can never give Duke But I give better in exchange wealth honor She that is fortunate in a Dukes favor Lights on a Tree that bears all womens wishes If your own Mother saw you pluck fruit there She would commend your wit and praise the time Of your Nativity take hold of glory Do not I know y'have cast away your life Upon necessities means meerly doubtful To keep you in indifferent health and fashion A thing I heard too lately and soon pitied And can you be so much your Beauties enemy To kiss away a moneth or two in wedlock And weep whole years in wants for ever after Come play the wife wench and provide for ever Let storms come when they list they finde thee shelter'd Should any doubt arise let nothing trouble thee Put trust in our love for the managing Of all to thy hearts peace We 'll walk together And shew a thankful joy for both our fortunes Exit above Liv. Did not I say my Duke would fetch you over Widow Moth. I think you spoke in earnest when you said it Madam Liv. And my black King makes all the haste he can too Moth. Well Madam we may meet with him in time yet Liv. I have given thee blinde mate twice Moth. You may see Madam My eyes begin to fail Liv. I 'll swear they do Wench Enter Guardiano Guard I can but smile as often as I think on 't How prettily the poor fool was beguild How unexpectedly it 's a witty age Never were finer snares for womens honesties Then are devis'd in these days no Spiders web Made of a daintier thred then are now practis'd To catch loves flesh-flie by the silver wing Yet to prepare her stomach by degrees To Cupids feast because I saw 't was quezy I shew'd her naked pictures by the way A bit to stay the appetite Well Advancement I venture hard to finde thee if thou com'st With a greater title set upon thy Crest I 'll take that first cross patiently and wait Until some other comes greater then that I 'll endure all Liv. The game 's ev'n at the best now you may see Widow How all things draw to an end Moth.
Beggers that had lain a sunning In thy beams onely else till thou hadst wasted The whole days of thy life in heat and labor What would you say now to a Creature found As pitiful to you and as it were Ev'n sent on purpose from the whole Sex general To requite all that kindness you have shewn to 't Lean. What 's that Madam Liv. Nay a Gentlewoman and one able To reward good things I and bears a conscience to 't Couldst thou love such a one that blow all fortunes Would never see thee want Nay more maintain thee to thine enemies envy And shalt not spend a care for 't stir a thought Nor break a sleep unless loves musick waked thee No storm of fortune should look upon me And know that woman Lean. Oh my life's wealth Brancha Liv. Still with her name will nothing wear it out That deep sigh went but for a strumpet Sir Lean. It can go for no other that loves me Liv. He 's vext in minde I came too soon to him Where 's my discretion now my skill my judgment I 'm cunning in all arts but my own love 'T is as unseasonable to tempt him now So soon as a widow to be courted Following her husbands coarse or to make bargain By the grave side and take a yong man there Her strange departure stands like a herse yet Before his eyes which time will take down shortly Exit Lean. Is she my wife till death yet no more mine That 's a hard measure then what 's marriage good for Me thinks by right I should not now be living And then 't were all well What a happiness Had I been made of had I never seen her For nothing makes mans loss grievous to him But knowledge of the worth of what he loses For what he never had he never misses She 's gone for ever utterly there is As much redemption of a soul from Hell As a fair womans body from his pallace Why should my love last longer then her truth What is there good in woman to be lov'd When onely that which makes her so has left her I cannot love her now but I must like Her sin and my own shame too and be guilty Of Laws breach with her and mine own abusing All which were monstrous Then my safest course For health of minde and body is to turn My heart and hate her most extreamly hate her I have no other way Those vertuous powers Which were chaste witnesses of both our troths Can witness she breaks first and I 'm rewarded With Captainship o' th' Fort a place of credit I must confess but poor my Factorship Shall not exchange means with 't He that di'd last in 't He was no drunkard yet he di'd a begger For all his thrift besides the place not fits me It suits my resolution not my breeding Enter Livia Liv. I have tri'd all ways I can and have not power To keep from sight of him How are you now Sir Lean. I feel a better ease Madam Liv. Thanks to blessedness You will do well I warrant you fear it not Sir Joyn but your own good will to 't he 's not wise That loves his pain or sickness or grows fond Of a disease whose property is to vex him And spightfully drink his blood up Out upon 't Sir Youth knows no greater loss I pray let 's walk Sir You never saw the beauty of my house yet Nor how abundantly Fortune has blest me In worldly treasure trust me I have enough Sir To make my friend a rich man in my life A great man at my death your self will say so If you want any thing and spare to speak Troth I 'll condemn you for a wilful man Sir Lean. Why sure this can be but the flattery of some dream Liv. Now by this kiss my love my soul and riches 'T is all true substance Come you shall see my wealth take what you list The gallanter you go the more you please me I will allow you too your Page and Footman Your race horses or any various pleasure Exercis'd youth delights in but to me Onely Sir wear your heart of constant stuff Do but you love enough I 'll give enough Lean. Troth then I 'll love enough and take enough Liv. Then we are both pleas'd enough Exeunt Scaen 3. Enter Guardiano and Isabella at one door and the Ward and Sordido at another Guard Now Nephew here 's the Gentlewoman again Ward Mass here she 's come again mark her now Sordido Guard This is the Maid my love and care has chose Out for your wife and so I tender her to you Your self has been eye witness of some qualities That speak a courtly breeding and are costly I bring you both to talk together now 'T is time you grew familiar in your tongues To morrow you joyn hands and one Ring ties you And one Bed holds you if you like the choice Her Father and her friends are i' th' next room And stay to see the contract ere they part Therefore dispatch good Ward be sweet and short Like her or like her not there 's but two ways And one your body th' other your purse pays Ward I warrant you Gardiner I 'll not stand all day thruming But quickly shoot my bolt at your next coming Guard Well said Good fortune to your birding then Ward I never miss'd mark yet Sord. Troth I think Master if the truth were known You never shot at any but the Kitchin-wench And that was a she-woodcock a meer innocent That was oft lost and cri'd at eight and twenty Ward No more of that meat Sordido here 's Eggs o' th' spit now We must turn gingerly draw out the Catalogue Of all the faults of women Sord. How all the faults have you so little reason to think so much Paper will lie in my breeches why ten carts will not carry it if you set down but the Bauds all the faults pray let 's be content with a few of 'em and if they were less you would finde 'em enough I warrant you Look you Sir Isab. But that I have th' advantage of the fool As much as womans heart can wish and joy at What an infernal torment 't were to be Thus bought and sold and turn'd and pri'd into when alass The worst bit is too good for him and the comfort is H 'as but a Caters place on 't and provides All for anothers table yet how curious The Ass is like some nice professor on 't That buys up all the daintiest food i' th' Markets And seldom licks his lips after a taste on 't Sord. Now to her now y'have scand all her parts over Ward But at end shall I begin now Sordido Sord. Oh ever at a womans lip while you live Sir do you ask that question Ward Methinks Sordido sh 'as but a crabbed face to begin with Sord. A crabbed face that will save money Ward How save money Sordido Sord. I Sir For having a crabbed face of
build the ruines there 's a work of Grace Duke I kiss thee for that spirit thou hast prais'd thy wit A modest way On on there Hoboys L. Card. Lust is bold And will have veng'ance speak er 't be controld Exeunt Act. 5. Scaen. 1. Enter Guardiano and Ward Guard SPeak hast thou any sence of thy abuse Do'st thou know what wrong 's done thee Ward I wear an Ass else I cannot wash my face but I am feeling on 't Guard Here take this Galtrop then convey it secretly Into the place I shew'd you look you Sir This is the trap-door to 't Ward I know 't of old Uncle since the last triumph here rose up a Devil with one eye I remember with a company of fire-works at 's tail Guard Prethee leave squibbing now mark me and fail not but when thou hear'st me give a stamp down with 't The villain 's caught then Ward If I miss you hang me I love to catch a villain and your stamp shall go currant I warrant you But how shall I rise up and let him down too All at one hole that will be a horrible puzzle You know I have a part in 't I play Slander Guard True but never make you ready for 't Ward No my clothes are bought and all and a foul Fiends head with a long contumelious tongue i' th' chaps on 't a very fit shape for Slander i' th' out-parishes Guard It shall not come so far thou understandst it not Ward Oh oh Guard He shall lie deep enough ere that time And stick first upon those Ward Now I conceive you Gardiner Guard Away list to the privy stamp that 's all thy part Ward Stamp my Horns in a Morter if I miss you and give the powder in White-wine to sick Cuckolds a very present remedy for the head-ach Exit Ward Guard If this should any way miscarry now As if the fool be nimble enough 't is certain The Pages that present the swift wing'd Cupids Are taught to hit him with their shafts of love Fitting his part which I have cunningly poyson'd He cannot 'scape my fury and those ills Will be laid all on Fortune not our Wills That 's all the sport on 't for who will imagine That at the celebration of this night Any mischance that hap's can flow from spight Exit Florish Scaen 2. Enter above Duke Brancha L. Cardinal Fabritio and other Cardinals Lords and Ladies in State Duke Now our fair Dutchess your delight shall witness How y' are belov'd and honor'd all the glories Bestow'd upon the gladness of this night Are done for your bright sake Bran. I am the more In debt my Lord to loves and curtesies That offer up themselves so bounteously To do me honor'd Grace without my merit Duke A goodness set in greatness how it sparkles Afar off like pure Diamonds set in Gold How perfect my desires were might I witness But a fair noble peace 'twixt your two spirits The reconcilement would be more sweet to me Then longer life to him that fears to die Good Sir L. Card. I profess Peace and am content Duke I 'll see the Seal upon 't and then 't is firm L. Card. You shall have all you wish Duke I have all indeed now Bran. But I have made surer work this shall not blinde me He that begins so early to reprove Quickly rid him or look for little love Beware a Brothers envy he 's next heir too Cardinal you die this night the plot 's laid surely In time of sports Death may steal in securely then 't is least thought on For he that 's most religious holy Friend Does not at all hours think upon his end He has his times of frailty and his thoughts Their transportations too through flesh and blood For all his zeal his learning and his light As well as we poor soul that sin by night Duke What 's this Fabritio Fab. Marry my Lord the model Of what 's presented Duke Oh we thank their loves Sweet Dutchess take your seat list to the Argument Reads THere is a Nymph that haunts the Woods and Springs In love with two at once and they with her Equal it runs but to decide these things The cause to mighty Juno they refer She being the Marriage-Goddess the two Lovers They offer sighs the Nymph a Sacrifice All to please Juno who by signs discovers How the event shall be so that strife dies Then springs a second for the man refus'd Grows discontent and out of love abus'd He raises Slander up like a black Fiend To disgrace th' other which pays him i' th' end Bran. In troth my Lord a pretty pleasing Argument And fits th' occasion well Envy and Slander Are things soon rais'd against two faithful Lovers But comfort is they are not long unrewarded Musick Duke This musick shews they 're upon entrance now Bran. Then enter all my wishes Enter Hymen in Yellow Ganymed in a Blue robe powdered with Stars and Hebe in a White robe with golden Stars with covered Cups in their hands They dance a short dance then bowing to the Duke c. Hymen speaks Hym. To thee fair Bride Hymen offers up Of nuptial joys this the Celestial Cup Taste it and thou shalt ever finde Love in thy Bed peace in thy minde Bran. We 'll taste you sure 't were pitty to disgrace So pretty a beginning Duke 'T was spoke nobly Gan. Two Cups of Nectar have we begg'd from Jove Hebe give that to Innocence I this to love Take heed of stumbling more look to your way Remember still the Via Lactea Hebe Well Ganymed you have more faults though not so known I spil'd one Cup but you have filtch'd many a one Hym. No more forbear for Hymens sake In love we met and so let 's part Exeunt Duke But soft here 's no such persons in the Argument As these three Hymen Hebe Ganymed The Actors that this model here discovers Are onely four Juno a Nymph two Lovers Bran. This is some Antemask belike my Lord To entertain time now my peace is perfect Let sports come on a pace now is their time my Lord Musick Hark you you hear from 'em Duke The Nymph indeed Enter two drest like Nymphs bearing two Tapers lighted then Isabella drest with flowers and Garlands bearing a Censor with fire in it they set the Censor and Tapers on Juno's Altar with much reverence this Ditty being sung in parts Ditty IUno Nuptial-Goddess thou that rul'st o'r coupled bodies Ty'st man to woman never to forsake her thou onely powerful marriage-maker Pitty this amaz'd affection I love both and both love me Nor know I where to give rejection my heart likes so equally Till thou set'st right my Peace of life And with thy power conclude this strife Isab. Now with my thanks depart you to the Springs I to these Wells of Love Thou sacred Goddess And Queen of Nuptials Daughter to great Saturn Sister and Wife to Jove Imperial Juno Pitty this passionate
conflict in my Brest This tedious War 'twixt two Affections Crown me with victory and my heart 's at peace Enter Hippolito and Guardiano like Shepherds Hip. Make me that happy man thou mighty Goddess Guard But I live most in hope if truest love Merit the greatest comfort Isab. I love both With such an even and fair affection I know not which to speak for which to wish for Till thou great Arbitress 'twixt lovers hearts By thy auspicious Grace design the man Which pitty I implore Both We all implore it Isab. And after sighs contritions truest odors Livia descends like Juno I offer to thy powerful Deity This precious Incense may it ascend peacefully And if it keep true touch my good Aunt Juno 'T will try your immortality er 't be long I fear you 'll never get so nigh Heaven again When you 're once down Liv. Though you and your affections Seem all as dark to our illustrious brightness As nights inheritance Hell we pitty you And your requests are granted You ask signs They shall be given you we 'll be gracious to you He of those twain which we determine for you Loves Arrows shall wound twice the later wound Betokens love in age for so are all Whose love continues firmly all their life time Twice wounded at their marriage else affection Dies when youth ends This favor overcomes me Now for a sign of wealth and golden days Bright-ey'd Prosperity which all couples love I and makes love take that Our Brother Jove Never denies us of his burning treasure T' express bounty Duke She falls down upon 't What 's the conceit of that Fab. As over-joy'd be like Too much prosperity overjoyes us all And she has her lapful it seems my Lord Duke This swerves a little from the Argument though Look you my Lords Guard All 's fast now comes my part to toll him hither Then with a stamp given he 's dispatch'd as cunningly Hip. Stark dead Oh treachery cruelly made away how 's that Fab. Look there 's one of the Lovers dropt away too Duke Why sure this plot 's drawn false here 's no such thing Liv. Oh I am sick to th' death let me down quickly This fume is deadly Oh 't' has poyson'd me My subtilty is sped her art h 'as quitted me My own ambition pulls me down to ruine Hip. Nay then I kiss thy cold lips and applaud This thy revenge in death Fab. Look Juno's down too Cupids shoot What makes she there her pride should keep aloft She was wont to scorn the Earth in other shows Methinks her Peacocks Feathers are much pull'd Hip. Oh death runs through my blood in a wilde flame too Plague of those Cupids some lay hold on 'em Let 'em not 'scape they have spoil'd me the shaft 's deadly Duke I have lost my self in this quite Hip. My great Lords we are all confounded Duke How Hip. Dead and I worse Fab. Dead my Girl dead I hope My Sister Juno has not serv'd me so Hip. Lust and forgetfulness has been amongst us And we are brought to nothing Some blest Charity Lend me the speeding Pitty of his Sword To quench this fire in blood Leantio's death Has brought all this upon us now I taste it And made us lay plots to confound each other The event so proves it and mans understanding Is riper at his fall then all his life time She in a madness for her lovers death Reveal'd a fearful Lust in our near bloods For which I am punish'd dreadfully and unlook'd for Prov'd her own ruine too Veng'ance met Vengeance Like a set match as if the plague of sin Had been agreed to meet here altogether But how her fawning partner fell I reach not Unless caught by some spring of his own setting For on my pain he never dream'd of dying The plot was all his own and he had cunning Enough to save himself but 't is the property Of guilty deeds to draw your wisemen downward Therefore the wonder ceases Oh this torment Duke Our Guard below there Enter a Lord with a Guard Lord My Lord Hip. Run and meet death then And cut off time and pain Lord Behold my Lord h 'as run his Brest upon a weapons point Duke Upon the first night of our nuptial honors Destruction play her triumph and great mischiefs Mask in expected pleasures 't is prodigious They 're things most fearfully ominous I like 'em not Remove these ruin'd bodies from our eyes Bran. Not yet no change when falls he to the Earth Lord Please but your Excellence to peruse that Paper Which is a brief confession from the heart Of him that fell first ere his soul departed And there the darkness of these deeds speaks plainly 'T is the full scope the manner and intent His Ward that ignorantly let him down Fear put to present flight at the voice of him Bran. Nor yet Duke Read read for I am lost in sight and strength L. Card. My noble Brother Bran. Oh the curse of wretchedness My deadly hand is faln upon my Lord Destruction take me to thee give me way The pains and plagues of a lost soul upon him That hinders me a moment Duke My heart swells bigger yet help here break 't ope My brest flies open next Bran. Oh with the poyson That was prepar'd for thee thee Cardinal 'T was meant for thee L. Card. Poor Prince Bran. Accursed Error Give me thy last breath thou infected bosome And wrap two spirits in one poyson'd vapor Thus thus reward thy murderer and turn death Into a parting kiss My soul stands ready at my lips Ev'n vext to stay one minute after thee L. Card. The greatest sorrow and astonishment That ever struck the general peace of Florence Dwells in this hour Bran. So my desires are satisfied I feel deaths power within me Thou hast prevail'd in something cursed poyson Though thy cheif force was spent in my Lords bosom But my deformity in spirit 's more foul A blemish'd face best fits a leprous soul What make I here these are all strangers to me Not known but by their malice now th' art gone Nor do I seek their pities Card. O restrain Her ignorant wilful hand Bran. Now do 't is done Leantio Now I feel the breach of marriage At my heart-breaking Oh the deadly snares That Women set for Women without pity Either to soul or honor Learn by me To know your foes In this belief I die Like our own Sex we have no Enemy no Enemy Lord See my Lord What shift sh 'as made to be her own destruction Bran. Pride Greatness Honors Beauty Youth Ambition You must all down together there 's no help for 't Yet this my gladness is that I remove Tasting the same death in a cup of love L. Card. Sin what thou art these ruines show too piteously Two Kings on one Throne cannot sit together But one must needs down for his Titles wrong So where lust raigns that Prince cannot raign long Exeunt FINIS