Pandulpho harke My lustfull daughter dies start not she dies I pursue iustice I loue sanctitie And an vndefiled temple of pure thoughts Shall I speake freely Good Andrugio's dead And I doe feare a fetch but vmh would I durst speake I doe mistrust but vmh death is he all all man Hath he no part of mother in him ha No licorish womanish inquisitiuenesse Pan. Andrugio's deade Pie I and I feare his owne vnnaturall blood To whome he gaue life hath giuen death for life How could he come on I see false suspect Is vicde wrung hardly in a vertuous heart Well I could giue you reason for my doubts You are of honour'd birth my very friende You know how god-like t is to roote out sin Antonio is a villaine Will you ioyne In oath with me against the traitors life And sweare you knewe he sought his fathers death I lou'd him well yet I loue iustice more Our friends we should affect iustice adore Pan. My Lord the clapper of my mouth 's not glibd With court oyle t will not strike on both sides yet Pie T is iust that subiectes acte commaunds of kings Pan. Commaund then iust and honorable things Pie Euen so my selfe then will traduce his guilt Pan. Beware take heed least guiltlesse blood be spilt Pie Where onely honest deeds to kings are free It is no empire but a beggery Pan. Where more than noble deeds to kings are free It is no empire but a tyranny Pie Tush iuicelesse graybeard t is immunity Proper to princes that our state exactes Our subiects not alone to beare but praise our acts Pan. O but that prince that worthfull praise aspires From hearts and not from lips applause desires Pie Pish true praise the brow of common men doth ring False only girts the temple of a king He that hath strength and 's ignorant of power He was not made to rule but to be rul'd Pan. T is praise to doe not what we can but should Pie Hence doting Stoick by my hope of blisse I le make thee wretched Pan. Defyance to thy power thou rifted Iawne Now by the lou'd heauen sooner thou shalt Rince thy soule ribs from the black filth of sinne That soots thy heart then make me wretched Pish Thou canst not coupe me vp Hadst thou a Iaile With trebble walles like antick Babilon Pandulpho can get out I tell thee Duke I haue ould Fortunatus wishing cappe And can be where I list euen in a trice I le skippe from earth into the armes of heauen And from tryumphall arch of blessednesse Spit on thy froathy breast Thou canst not slaue Or banish me I will be free at home Maugre the bearde of greatnesse The port holes Of sheathed spirit are nere corb'd vp But still stand open readie to discharge Their pretious shot into the shrowds of heauen Pie O torture slaue I banish thee the towne Thy natiue seate of birth Pa. How proud thou speak'st I tell thee Duke the blasts Of the swolne cheekt winds nor all the breath of kings Can puffe me out my natiue seat of birth The earth 's my bodies and the heauen 's my soules Most natiue place of birth which they will keepe Despite the menace of mortalitie Why Duke That 's not my natiue place where I was rockt A wise mans home is wheresoere he is wise Now that from man not from the place doth rise Pie Wold I were deafe ô plague hence dotard wretch Tread not in court All that thou hast I seize His quiet 's firmer then I can disease Pan. Goe boast vnto thy flattring Sycophants Pandulpho's slaue Piero hath orethrowne Loose Fortunes rags are lost my owne 's my owne ¶ Piero's going out lookes backe Exeunt at seuerall doores T is true Piero thy vext heart shall see Thou hast but tript my slaue not conquerd mee SCENA TERTIA ¶ Enter Antonio with a booke Lucio Alberto Antonio in blacke Alb. NAY sweet be comforted take counsell and Ant. Alberto peace that griefe is wanton sick Whose stomacke can digest and brooke the dyet Of stale ill relisht counsell Pigmie cares Can shelter vnder patience shield but gyant griefes Will burst all couert Lu. My Lord t is supper time Ant. Drinke deepe Alberto eate good Lucio But my pin'd heart shall eat on naught but woe Alb. My Lord we dare not leaue you thus alone Ant. You cannot leaue Antonio alone The chamber of my breast is euen throngd With firme attendance that forsweares to flinch I haue a thing sits here it is not griefe T is not despaire nor the most plague That the most wretched are infected with But the most greefull despairing wretched Accursed miserable O for heauens sake Forsake me now you see how light I am And yet you force me to defame my patience Lu. Faire gentle prince Ant. Away thy voice is hatefull thou dost buzze And beat my eares with intimations That Mellida that Mellida is light And stained with adulterous luxury I cannot brook 't I tell the Lucio Sooner will I giue faith that vertue 's scant In princes courts will be adorn'd with wreath Of choyce respect and indeerd intimate Sooner will I beleeue that friendships raine Will curbe ambition from vtilitie Then Mellida is light Alas poore soule Didst ere see her good heart hast heard her speake Kinde kinde soule Incredulitie it selfe Would not be so brasse hearted as suspect so modest cheeks Lu. My Lord Ant. Away a selfe-one guilt doth onely hatch distrust But a chaste thought 's as farre from doubt as lust I intreat you leaue me Alb. Will you endeauour to forget your griefe Ant. I faith I will good friend I faith I will I le come and eate with you Alberto see I am taking Physicke heer 's Philosophie Good honest leaue me I le drinke wine anone Alb. Since you enforce vs faire prince we are gone Exeunt Alberto and Lucio ¶ Antonio reades A. Ferte fortiter hoc est quo deum antecedatis Ille enim extra patientiam malorum vos supra Contemnite dolorem aut soluetur aut soluet Contemnite fortunā nullū telū quo feriret animum habet Pish thy mother was not lately widdowed Thy deare affied loue lately defam'd With blemish of foule lust when thou wrot'st thus Thou wrapt in furres beaking thy lymbs 'fore fiers Forbidst the frozē Zone to shudder Ha ha t is naught But fomie bubling of a fleamie braine Naught els but smoake O what danke marrish spirit But would be fyred with impatience At my No more no more he that was neuer blest With height of birth faire expectation Of mounted fortunes knowes not what it is To be the pittied obiect of the worlde O poore Antonio thou maist sigh Mell. Aye me Ant. And curse Pan. Black powers Ant. And cry Ma. O heauen Ant. And close laments with Alb. O me most miserable Pan. Woe for my deare deare sonne Mar. Woe for my deare deare husband Mel. Woe for my deare deare loue Ant. Woe for me all close all your woes
in me In me Antonio ha Where liue these sounds I can see nothing griefe 's inuisible And lurkes in secret angles of the heart Come sigh againe Antonio beares his part Mell. O here here is a vent to passe my sighes I haue surcharg'd the dungeon with my plaints Prison and heart will burst if void of vent I that is Phoebe empresse of the night That gins to mount ô chastest deitie If I be false to my Antonio If the least soyle of lust smeers my pure loue Make me more wretched make me more accurst Then infamie torture death hell and heauen Can bound with amplest power of thought if not Purge my poore heart with defamations blot Ant. Purge my poore heart from defamations blot Poore heart how like her vertuous selfe she speakes Mellida deare Mellida it is Antonio Slinke not away t is thy Antonio Mel. How found you out my Lord alas I knowe T is easie in this age to finde out woe I haue a sute to you Ant. What is 't deare soule Mell. Kill me I faith I le winke not stir a iot For God sake kill mee insooth lou'd youth I am much iniur'd looke see how I creepe I cannot wreake my wrong but sigh and weepe An. May I be cursed but I credit thee Mell. To morrowe I must die An. Alas for what Mell. For louing thee t is true my sweetest breast I must die falsely so must thou deare heart Nets are a knitting to intrappe thy life Thy fathers death must make a Paradice To my I shame to call him father Tell me sweet Shall I die thine dost loue mee still and still Ant. I doe Mell. Then welcome heauens will Ant. Madam I will not swell like a Tragedian in forced passion of affected straines If I had present power of ought but pittying you I would be as readie to redresse your wrongs as to pursue your loue Throngs of thoughts crowde for their passage somewhat I will doe Reach me thy hand thinke this is honors bent To liue vnslau'd to die innocent Mel. Let me entreat a fauour gratious loue Be patient see me die good doe not weepe Goe sup sweete chuck drinke and securely sleepe Ant. I faith I cannot but I le force my face To palliate my sicknesse Mell. Giue me thy hand Peace on thy bosome dwel That 's all my woe can breath kisse Thus farewell Ant. Farewell my heart is great of thoughts Stay doue And therefore I must speake but what ô Loue By this white hande no more reade in these teares What crushing anguish thy Antonio beares Antonio kisseth Mellida's hand then Mellida goes from the grate Mel. God night good harte Ant. Thus heate from blood thus soules from bodies part ¶ Enter Piero and Strozzo Pie He greeues laughe Strozzo laugh he weepes Hath he teares ô pleasure hath he teares Now doe I scourge Andrugio with steele whips Of knottie vengeance Strozzo cause me straight Some plaining dittie to augment despaire Tryumph Piero harke he groanes ô rare Ant. Beholde a prostrate wretch laid on his toumbe His Epitaph thus Ne plus vltra Ho Let none out woe me mine 's Herculean woe CANTANT Exit Piero at the end of the song SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Maria Ant. MAY I be more cursed then heauen can make me If I am not more wretched Then man can conceiue me Sore forlorne Orphant what omnipotence can make thee happie Mar. How now sweete sonne good youth what dost thou Ant. Weepe weepe Mar. Dost naught but weepe weepe Ant. Yes mother I do sigh and wring my hands Beat my poore breast and wreath my tender armes Harke yee I le tel you wondrous strange strāge news Ma. What my good boy starke mad Ant. I am not Ma. Alas is that strange newes Ant. Strange news why mother is 't not wondrous strange I am not mad I run not frantick ha Knowing my fathers trunke scarce colde your loue Is sought by him that doth pursue my life Seeing the beautie of creation Antonio's bride pure heart defam'd and stoad Vnder the hatches of obscuring earth Heu quo labor quo vota ceciderunt mea ¶ Enter Piero Pie Good euening to the faire Antonio Most happie fortune sweete succeeding time Rich hope think not thy fate a bankrout though Ant. Vmh the diuell in his good time and tide forsake thee Pie How now harke yee Prince An. God be with you Pie Nay noble blood I hope yee not suspect An. Suspect I scorn 't Here 's cap leg good night Thou that wants power with dissemblance fight Exit Antonio Pier. Madam O that you could remēber to forget Ma. I had a husband and a happie sonne Pi. Most powreful beautie that inchanting grace Ma. Talke not of beautie nor inchanting grace My husband 's deade my son 's distraught accurst Come I must vent my griefes or heart will burst Exit Maria Pie Shee 's gone yet she 's here she hath left a print Of her sweete graces fixt within my heart As fresh as is her face I le marrie her Shee 's most fair true most chaste most false because Most faire t is firme I le marrie her SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Strotzo Str. MY Lord Piero Ha Strotzo my other soule my life Deare hast thou steel'd the point of thy resolue Wilt not turne edge in execution Str. No Pie Doe it with rare passion and present thy guilt As if t were wrung out with thy conscience gripe Sweare that my daughter's innocent of lust And that Antonio brib'd thee to defame Her maiden honour on inueterate hate Vnto my bloode and that thy hand was feed By his large bountie for his fathers death Sweare plainly that thou chok'tst Andrugio By his sons onely egging Rush me in Whil'st Mellida prepares her selfe to die Halter about thy necke and with such sighs Laments and acclamations lyfen it As if impulsiue power of remorse Str. I le weepe Pie I I fall on thy face and cry why suffer you So lewde a slaue as Strotzo is to breath Str. I le beg a strangling growe importunate Pie As if thy life were loathsome to thee then I Catch straight the cords end and as much incens'd With thy damn'd mischiefes offer a rude hand As readie to girde in thy pipe of breath But on the sodaine straight I le stand amaz'd And fall in exclamations of thy vertues Str. Applaud my agonies and penitence Pie Thy honest stomack that could not disgest The crudities of murder but surcharg'd Vomited'st them vp in Christian pietie Str. Then clip me in your armes Pie And call thee brother mount thee straight to state Make thee of counsell tut tut what not what not Thinke on t be confident pursue the plot Str. Looke here 's a troop a true rogues lips are mute I doe not vse to speake but execute He layes finger on his mouth and drawes his dagger Pie So so run headlong to confusion Thou slight brain'd mischiefe thou art made as durt To plaster vp the bracks of my
true As to part loath Time bids vs parte Mine owne sweete heart God blesse vs both Exit Balurdo Ma. God night Nutriche Pages leaue the roome The life of night growes short t is almost dead Exeunt Pages and Nutriche O thou cold widdowe bed sometime thrice blest By the warme pressure of my sleeping Lord Open thy leaues and whilst on thee I treade Groane out Alas my deare Andrugio 's deade Maria draweth the courtaine and the ghost of Andrugio is displayed sitting on the bed Amazing terror what portent is this SCENA QVINTA And. DISLOYAL to our Hymniall rites What raging heat rains in thy strūpet blood Hast thou so soone forgot Andrugio Are our loue-bands so quickly cancelled Where liues thy plighted faith vnto this breast O weake Marya Go to calme thy feares I pardon thee poore soule O shed no teares Thy sexe is weake That black incarnate fiende May trippe thy faith that hath orethrowne my life I was impoyson'd by Piero's hand Ioyne with my sonne to bend vp straind reuenge Maintaine a seeming fauour to his suite Till time may forme our vengeance absolute ¶ Enter Antonio his armes bloody a torch and a poniard An. See vnamaz'd I will beholde thy face Outstare the terror of thy grimme aspect Daring the horred'st obiect of the night Looke how I smoake in blood reeking the steame Of foming vengeance O my soule 's inthroan'd In the tryumphant chariot of reuenge Me thinks I am all ayre and feele no waight Of humane dirt clogge This is Iulios bloode Rich musique father this is Iulio's blood Why liues that mother And. Pardon ignorance Fly deare Antonio Once more assume disguise and dog the Court In fained habit till Piero's blood May euen ore-flowe the brimme of full reuenge Exit Antonio Peace and all blessed fortunes to you both Fly thou from Court be pearelesse in reuenge Sleepe thou in rest loe here I close thy couch Exit Maria to her bed Andrugio drawing the Curtaines And now yee sootie coursers of the night Hurrie your chariot into hels black wombe Darkenesse make flight Graues eat your dead again Let 's repossesse our shrowdes Why lags delay Mount sparkling brightnesse giue the world his day Exit Andrugio Explicit Actus tertius ACT. IIII SCEN. I. ¶ Enter Antonio in a fooles habit with a little toy of a walnut shell and sope to make bubbles Maria and Alberto Ma. AWAY with this disguise in any hand Alb. Fie t is vnsuting to your elate spirite Rather put on some transshap't caualier Some habit of a spitting Critick whose mouth Voids nothing but gentile and vnuulgar Rheume of censure rather assume Ant. Why then should I put on the verie flesh Of solid folly No this cockscombe is a crowne Which I affect euen with vnbounded zeale Al. T wil thwart your plot disgrace your high resolue An. By wisdomes heart there is no essence mortal That I can enuie but a plumpe cheekt foole O he hath a patent of immunities Confirm'd by custome seald by pollicie As large as spatious thought Alb. You can not presse among the courtiers And haue accesse to An. What not a foole Why friend a golden asse A babl'd foole are sole canonicall Whil'st pale cheekt wisdome and leane ribd arte Are kept in distance at the halberts point All held Apocrypha not worth suruey Why by the Genius of that Florentine Deepe deepe obseruing sound brain'd Macheueil He is is not wise that striues not to seeme foole When will the Duke holde feed Intelligence Keepe warie obseruation in large pay To dogge a fooles act Mar. I but such faining known disgraceth much An. Pish most things that morally adhere to soules VVholly exist in drunke opinion VVhose reeling censure if I valew not It valewes naught Ma. You are transported with too slight a thought If you but meditate of what is past And what you plot to passe Ant. Euen in that note a fooles beatitude He is not capeable of passion VVanting the power of distinction He beares an vnturnd sayle with euery winde Blowe East blowe West he stirs his course alike I neuer sawe a foole leane the chub-fac't fop Shines sleeke with full cramm'd fat of happinesse Whil'st studious contemplation sucks the iuyce From wisards cheekes who making curious search For Natures secrets the first innating cause Laughes them to scorne as man doth busie Apes When they will zanie men Had heauen bin kinde Creating me an honest senselesse dolt A good poore foole I should want sense to feele The stings of anguish shoot through euery vaine I should not know what t were to loose a father I should be deade of sense to viewe defame Blur my bright loue I could not thus run mad As one confounded in a maze of mischiefe Staggerd starke feld with brusing stroke of chance I should not shoote mine eyes into the earth Poring for mischiefe that might counterpoise ¶ Enter Luceo mischiefe murder and How now Lucio Lu. My Lord the Duke with the Venetian States Approach the great hall to iudge Mellida Ant. Askt he for Iulio yet Lu. No motion of him dare you trust this habit An. Alberto see you streight rumour me dead Leaue me good mother leaue me Luceo Forsake me all Now patience hoope my sides Exeunt omnes sauing Antonio With steeled ribs least I doe burst my breast With struggling passions Now disguise stand bolde Poore scorned habits oft choyce soules infould ¶ The Cornets sound a Cynet SCENA SECVNDA ¶ Enter Castilio Forobosco Balurdo Alberto with polaxes Luceo bare Piero Maria talking together two Senators Galeatzo and Matzagente Nutriche Pie INTREAT me not ther 's not a beauty liues Hath that imperiall predominance Ore my affectes as your inchanting graces Yet giue me leaue to be my selfe Ant. A villaine Pier. Iust Ant. Most iust Pie Most iust and vpright in our iudgement seat Were Mellida mine eye with such a blemish Of most loath'd loosenesse I would scratch it out Produce the strumpet in her bridall robes That she may blush t' appeare so white in showe And blacke in inward substance Bring her in Exeunt Forobosco and Castilio I holde Antonio for his fathers sake So verie dearely so entirely choyce That knewe I but a thought of preiudice Imagin'd 'gainst his high innobled blood I would maintaine a mortall feude vndying hate Gainst the conceiuers life And shall Iustice sleepe In fleshly Lethargie for myne owne bloods fauour When the sweete prince hath so apparant scorne By my I wil not call her daughter Goe Conduct in the loued youth Antonio Exit Alberto to fetch Antonio He shall beholde me spurne my priuate good Piero loues his honour more then 's blood Ant. The diuell he does more then both Ba. Stand backe there foole I do hate a foole most most pathetically O these that haue no sappe of of retort and obtuse wit in them faugh Ant. Puffe holde world puffe hold bubble Puffe holde world puffe breake not behinde puffe thou art full of winde puffe
will murder graues and ghosts Fright me no more I le suck red vengeance Out of Pieros wounds Piero's wounds Enter two boyes with Piero in his night gown night cap Pie Maria loue Maria she tooke this I le Left you her here On lights away I thinke we shall not warme our beds to day ¶ Enter Iulio Forobosco and Castilio Iul. Ho father father Pie How now Iulio my little prettie sonne Why suffer you the childe to walke so late Foro. He will not sleepe but cals to followe you Crying that bug-beares spirits haunted him Antonio offers to come nere and stab Piero presently withdrawes Ant. No not so This shall be sought for I le force him feede on life Till he shall loath it This shall be the close Of vengeance straine Pie Away there Pages leade on fast with light The Church is full of damps t is yet deade night Exit all sauing Iulio SCENA TERTIA Iul. BROTHER Antonio are you here ifaith Why doe you frowne Indeed my sister said That I should call you brother that she did When you were married to her Busse me good Truth I loue you better then my father deede Ant. Thy father Gratious ô bounteous heauen I doe adore thy Iustice Venit in nostras manus Tandem vindicta venit tota quidem Iul. Truth since my mother dyed I lou'd you best Something hath angred you pray you look merily Ant. I will laugh and dimple my thinne cheeke With capring ioy chuck my heart doth leape To graspe thy bosome Time place and blood How fit you close togither Heauens tones Strike not such musick to immortall soules As your accordance sweetes my breast withall Me thinks I pase vpon the front of Ioue And kick corruption with a scornefull heele Griping this flesh disdaine mortalitie O that I knewe which ioynt which side which lim Were father all and had no mother in 't That I might rip it vaine by vaine and carue reuenge In bleeding races but since 't is mixt together Haue at aduenture pel mell no reuerse Come hither boy This is Andrugio's hearse Iul. O God you le hurt me For my sisters sake Pray you doe not hurt me And you kill me deede I le tell my father An. O for thy sisters sake I flagge reuenge Andr. Reuenge Ant. Stay stay deare father fright mine eyes no more Reuenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth And cleares his heart Come prettie tender childe It is not thee I hate not thee I kill Thy fathers blood that flowes within thy veines Is it I loath is that Reuenge must sucke I loue thy soule and were thy heart lapt vp In any flesh but in Piero's bloode I would thus kisse it but being his thus thus And thus I le punch it Abandon feares Whil'st thy wounds bleede my browes shall gush out teares Iuli. So you will loue me doe euen what you will Ant. Now barkes the Wolfe against the full cheekt Moone Now Lyons halfe-clamd entrals roare for food Now croakes the toad night-crowes screech aloud Fluttering 'bout casements of departing soules Now gapes the graues and through their yawnes let loose Imprison'd spirits to reuisit earth And now swarte night to swell thy hower out Behold I spurt warme bloode in thy blacke eyes From vnder the stage a groane Ant. Howle not thou pury mould groan not ye graues Be dumbe all breath Here stands Andrugio's sonne Worthie his father So I feele no breath His iawes are falne his dislodg'd soule is fled And now there 's nothing but Piero left He is all Piero father all This blood This breast this heart Piero all Whome thus I mangle Spright of Iulyo Forget this was thy trunke I liue thy friend Maist thou be twined with the sofest imbrace Of cleare eternitie but thy fathers blood I thus make incense of to vengeance Ghost of my poysoned Syre sucke this fume To sweete reuenge perfume thy circling ayre With smoake of bloode I sprinkle round his goare And dewe thy hearse with these fresh reeking drops Loe thus I heaue my blood-died handes to heauen Euen like insatiate hell still crying More My heart hath thirsting Dropsies after goare Sound peace and rest to Church night ghosts and graues Blood cries for bloode and murder murder craues SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter two Pages with torches Marya her hayre loose and Nutriche Nut. FY fie to morrowe your wedding day and weepe Gods my comfort Andrugio could do well Piero may doe better I haue had foure husbands my selfe The first I called Sweete Duck the second Deare Heart the third Prettie Pugge But the fourth most sweete deare prettie all in all he was the verie cockeall of a husband What Ladie your skinne is smooth your bloode warme your cheeke fresh your eye quick change of pasture makes fat calues choice of linnen cleane bodies and no question variety of husbands perfect wiues I would you should knowe it as fewe teeth as I haue in my heade I haue red Aristotles Problemes which saith that woman receiueth perfection by the man What then be the men Goe to to bed lye on your backe dream not on Piero I say no more to morrowe is your wedding doe dreame not of Piero ¶ Enter Balurdo with abase Vyole Ma. What an idle prate thou keep'st good nurse goe sleepe I haue a mightie taske of teares to weepe Bal. Ladie with a most retort and obtuse legge I kisse the curled locks of your loose haire The Duke hath sent you the most musicall sir Gefferey with his not base but most innobled Viole to rock your baby thoughts in the Cradle of sleepe Ma. I giue the noble Duke respectiue thanks Bal. Respectiue truely a verie prettie word Indeed Madam I haue the most respectiue fiddle Did you euer smell a more sweete sounde My dittie must goe thus verie wittie I assure you I my selfe in an humorous passion made it to the tune of my mistresse Nutriches beautie Indeede verie prettie verie retort and obtuse I le assure you t is thus My mistresse eye doth oyle my ioynts And makes my fingers nimble O loue come on vntrusse your points My fiddlestick wants Rozzen My Ladies dugges are all so smooth That no flesh must them handle Her eyes doe shine for to say sooth Like a newe snuffed candle Mar. Truelie verie patheticall and vnuulgar Ba. Patheticall and vnuulgar words of worth excellent words In sooth Madam I haue taken a murre which makes my nose run most patheticallie and vnvulgarlie Haue you anie Tobacco Ma. Good Signior your song Ba. Instantlie most vnvulgarlie at your seruice Truelie here 's the most patheticall rozzen Vmh CANTANT Ma. In sooth most knightlie sung like sir Gefferey Ba. Why looke you Ladie I was wade a knight only for my voice a counseller only for my wit Ma. I beleeue it God night gentle sir god night Bal. You will giue me leaue to take my leaue of my mistresse and I will do it most famously in rime Farewell adieu Saith thy loue