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
touch whilst we Say on fair cuz Alb. He was the very hope of Italy Musick sounds softly The blooming honour of your drooping age P. True cuz true They say that men of hope are crusht Good are supprest by base desertlesse clods That stifle gasping vertue Look sweet youth How prouident our quick Venetians are Least houes of iades should trample on my boy Looke how they lift him vp to eminence Heaue him boue reach of flesh Ha ha ha Alb. Vncle this laughter ill becomes your griefe Pan. Would'st haue me cry run rauing vp down For my sons losse would'st haue me turn rank mad Or wring my face with mimick action Stampe curse weepe rage then my bosome strike Away t is apish action player-like If hee is guiltlesse why should teares be spent Thrice blessed soule that dyeth innocent If he is leapred with so foule a guilt Why should a sigh be lent a teare be spilt The gripe of chaunce is weake to wring a teare From him that knowes what fortitude should beare Listen young blood T is not true valors pride To swagger quarrell sweare stampe raue and chide To stab in fume of blood to keepe lowde coyle To bandie factions in domestick broyles To dare the act of Sins whose filth excels The blackest customes of blinde Infidels No my lou'd youth he may of valour vaunt Whom fortunes lowdest thunder can not daunt Whom fretful gaules of chance sterne fortunes siege Makes not his reason slinke the soules faire liege Whose well pais'd action euer rests vpon Not giddie humours but discretion This heart in valour euen Ioue out-goes Ioue is without but this 'boue sense of woes And such a one eternitie Behold Good morrow sonne thou bidst a fig for colde Sound lowder musick let my breath exact You strike sad Tones vnto this dismall act ACT. II. SCEN. I. The Cornets sound a cynet ¶ Enter two mourners with torches two with streamers Castilio Forobosco with torches a Heralde bearing Andrugio's helme sword the coffin Maria supported by Lucio and Alberto Antonio by himselfe Piero and Strozzo talking Galeatzo and Matzagente Balurdo Pandulfo the coffin set downe helme sworde and streamers hung vp placed by the Herald whil'st Antonio and Maria wet their handkerchers with their teares kisse them and lay them on the hearse kneeling all goe out but Piero Cornets cease and he speakes Pie ROT ther thou cearcloth that infolds the flesh Of my loath'd foe moulder to crūbling dust Obliuion choake the passage of thy fame Trophees of honor'd birth droppe quickly downe Let naught of him but what was vitious liue Though thou art deade thinke not my hate is dead I haue but newly twone my arme in the curld locks Of snakie vengeance Pale beetle-brow'd hate But newly bustles vp Sweet wrong I clap thy thoughts O let me hug my bosome rub my breast In hope of what may happe Andrugio rots Antonio liues vmh how long ha ha how long Antonio packt hence I le his mother wed Then cleare my daughter of supposed lust Wed her to Florence heire O excellent Venice Genoa Florence at my becke At Piero's nod Balurdo ô ho O t will be rare all vnsuspected donne I haue bin nurst in blood and still haue suckt The steeme of reeking gore Balurdo ho ¶ Enter Balurdo with a beard halfe of halfe on Ba. When my beard is on most noble prince when my beard is on Pier. Why what dost thou with a beard Ba. In truth one tolde me that my wit was balde that a Meremaide was halfe fish and halfe fish and therefore to speake wisely like one of your counsell as indeede it hath pleased you to make me not onely being a foole of your counsell but also to make me of your counsell being a foole If my wit be bald and a Mermaid be halfe fish and halfe cunger then I must be forced to conclude the tyring man hath not glewd on my beard halfe fast enough Gods bones it wil not stick to fal off Pie Dost thou know what thou hast spoken all this while Ba. O Lord Duke I would be sorie of that Many men can vtter that which no man but themselues can conceiue but I thanke a good wit I haue the gift to speake that which neither any man els nor my selfe vnderstands Pi. Thou art wise He that speaks he knows not what shal neuer sin against his own conscience go to thou art wise Ba. Wise O no I haue a little naturall discretion or so but for wise I am somewhat prudent but for wise ô Lord Pie Hold take those keyes open the Castle vault put in Mellida Bal. And put in Mellida well let me alone Pi. Bid Forobosco and Castilio guard Indeere thy selfe Piero's intimate Bal. Indeere and intimate good I assure you I will indeere and intimate Mellida into the dūgeon presētly Pie Will Pandulfo Feliche waite on me Ba. I will make him come most retort and obtuse to you presently I thinke sir Ieffrey talks like a counseller Go to gods neaks I thinke I tickle it Pie I le seeme to winde you foole with kindest arme He that 's ambitious minded and but man Must haue his followers beasts dubd slauish sots Whose seruice is obedience and whose wit Reacheth no further then to admire their Lord And stare in adoration of his worth I loue a slaue rak't out of common mud Should seeme to sit in counsell with my heart High honour'd blood 's too squemish to assent And lend a hand to an ignoble act Poyson from roses who could ere abstract How now Pandulfo weeping for thy sonne SCENA SECVNDA Enter Pandulfo Pan. NO no Piero weeping for my sinnes Had I bin a good father he had bin a gratious sonne Pie Pollution must be purg'd Pan. Why taintst thou then the ayre with stench of flesh And humane putrifactions noysome sent I pray his bodie Who lesse boone can craue Than to bestowe vpon the deade his graue Pie Graue why think'st thou he deserues a graue That hath defil'd the temple of Pan. Peace peace Me thinks I heare a humming murmur creepe From out his gelli'd wounds Looke on those lips Those now lawne pillowes on whose tender softnesse Chaste modest speach stealing from out his breast Had wont to rest it selfe as loath to poast From out so faire an Inne look look they seeme to stir And breath defyance to black obloquie Pie Think'st thou thy sonne could suffer wrongfully Pan. A wise man wrongfully but neuer wrong Can take his breast 's of such well tempered proofe It may be rac'd not pearc't by sauage tooth Of foaming malice showers of dartes may darke Heauens ample browe but not strike out a sparke Much lesse pearce the Suns cheek Such songs as these I often dittied till my boy did sleepe But now I turne plaine foole alas I weepe Pie Fore heauen he makes me shrug wold a were deade He is a vertuous man What has our court to doe With vertue in the diuels name
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
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