more steddy then an ebbing Sea And what you 'le now be honest that 's resolu'd Anna. Brother deare brother know what I haue beene And know that now there 's but a dying time Twixt vs and our Confusion let 's not waste These precious houres in vayne and vselesse speech Alas these gay attyres were not put on But to some end this suddaine solemne Feast Was not ordayn'd to riott in expence That haue now beene chambred here alone Bard of my Guardian or of any else Am not for nothing at an instant free'd To fresh accesse be not deceiu'd My Brother This Banquet is an harbinger of Death To you and mee resolue your selfe it is And be prepar'd to welcome it Gio. Well then The Schoole-men teach that all this Globe of earth Shal be consum'd to ashes in a minute Anna. So I haue read too Gio. But 't were somewhat strange To see the Waters burne could I beleeue This might be true I could beleeue as well There might be hell or Heauen Anna. That 's most certaine Gio A dreame a dreame else in this other world Wee should know one another Anna. So wee shall Gio. Haue you heard so Anna. For certaine Gio. But d' ee thinke That I shall see you there You looke on mee May wee kisse one another Prate or laugh Or doe as wee doe here Anna. I know not that But good for the present what d' ee meane To free your selfe from danger some way thinke How to escape I 'me sure the guests are come Gio. Looke vp looke here what see you in my face Anna. Distraction and a troubled Countenance Gio. Death and a swift repining wrath yet looke What see you in mine eyes Anna. Methinkes you weepe Gio. I doe indeede these are the funerall teares Shed on your graue these furrowed vp my cheekes When first I lou'd and knew not how to woe Faire Annabella should I here repeate The Story of my life wee might loose time Be record all the spirits of the Ayre And all things else that are that Day and Night Earely and late the tribute which my heart Hath paid to Annabella's sacred loue Hath been these teares which are her mourners now Neuer till now did Nature doe her best To shew a matchlesse beauty to the world Which in an instant ere it scarse was seene The jealous Destinies require againe Pray Annabella pray since wee must part Goe thou white in thy soule to fill a Throne Of Innocence and Sanctity in Heauen Pray pray my Sister Anna. Then I see your drift Yee blessed Angels guard mee Gio. So say I Kisse mee if euer after times should heare Of our fast-knit affections though perhaps The Lawes of Conscience and of Ciuill vse May iustly blame vs yet when they but know Our loues That loue will wipe away that rigour Which would in other Incests bee abhorr'd Giue mee your hand how sweetely Life doth runne In these well coloured veines how constantly These Palmes doe promise health but I could chide With Nature for this Cunning flattery Kisse mee againe forgiue mee Anna. With my heart Gio. Farwell Anna. Will you begone Gio. Be darke bright Sunne And make this mid-day night that thy guilt rayes May not behold a deed will turne their splendour More sooty then the Poets faigne their Stix One other kisse my Sister Anna. What meanes this Gio. To saue thy fame and kill thee in a kisse stabs her Thus dye and dye by mee and by my hand Revenge is mine Honour doth loue Command Anna. Oh brother by your hand Gio. When thou art dead I 'le giue my reasons for 't for to dispute With thy euen in thy death most louely beauty Would make mee stagger to performe this act Which I most glory in Anna. Forgiue him Heauen and me my sinnes farwell Brother vnkind vnkind mercy great Heauen oh oh Dyes Gio. Shee 's dead alas good soule The haplesse Fruite That in her wombe receiu'd its life from mee Hath had from mee a Cradle and a Graue I must not dally this sad Marriage-bed In all her best bore her aliue and dead Soranzo thou hast mist thy ayme in this I haue preuented now thy reaching plots And kil'd a Loue for whose each drop of blood I would haue pawn'd my heart Fayre Annabella How ouer-glorious art thou in thy wounds Tryumphing ouer infamy and hate Shrinke not Couragious hand stand vp my heart And boldly act my last and greater part Exit with the Body A Banquet Enter Cardinall Florio Donado Soranzo Richardetto Vasques and attendants They take their places Vas. Remember Sir what you haue to do be wise and resolute Soran. Enough my heart is fix't pleaseth Your Grace To taste these Course Confections though the vse Of such set enterteyments more consists In Custome then in Cause yet Reuerend Sir I am still made your seruant by your presence Car. And wee your Friend Soran. But where 's my Brother Giouanni Enter Giouanni with at heart vpon his Dagger Gio. Here here Soranzo trim'd in reeking blood That tryumphs ouer death proud in the spoyle Of Loue and Vengeance Fate or all the Powers That guide the motions of immortall Soules Could not preuent mee Car. What meanes this Flo. Sonne Giouanni Soran. Shall I be forestall'd Gio. Be not amaz'd If your misgiuing hearts Shrinke at an idle sight what bloodlesse Feare Of Coward passion would haue ceaz'd your sences Had you beheld the Rape of Life and Beauty Which I haue acted my sister oh my sister Flo. Ha! What of her Gio. The Glory of my Deed Darkned the mid-day Sunne made Noone as Night You came to feast My Lords with dainty fare I came to feast too but I dig'd for food In a much richer Myne then Gold or Stone Of any value ballanc't 't is a Heart A Heart my Lords in which is mine intomb'd Looke well vpon 't d' ee know 't Vas. What strange ridle 's this Gio. 'T is Annabella's Heart 't is why d' ee startle I vow 't is hers this Daggers poynt plow'd vp Her fruitefull wombe and left to mee the fame Of a most glorious executioner Flo. Why mad-man art thy selfe Gio. Yes Father and that times to come may know How as my Fate I honoured my reuenge Lift Father to your eares I will yeeld vp How much I haue deseru'd to bee your sonne Flo. What is 't thou say'st Gio. Nine Moones haue had their changes Since I first throughly view'd and truely lou'd Your Daughter and my Sister Flo. How alas my Lords hee 's a frantick mad-man Gio. Father no For nine Moneths space in secret I enjoy'd Sweete Annabella's sheetes Nine Moneths I liu'd A happy Monarch of her heart and her Soranzo thou know'st this thy paler cheeke Beares the Confounding print of thy disgrace For her too fruitfull wombe too soone bewray'd The happy passage of our stolne delights And made her Mother to a Child vnborne Car. Incestuous Villaine Flo. Oh his rage belyes him Gio. It does not 't is the Oracle
'T IS Pitty Shee 's a Whore Acted by the Queenes Maiesties Seruants at The Phaenix in Drury-Lane LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes for Richard Collins and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the three Kings 1633 The Sceane PARMA The Actors Names Bonauentura A Fryar A Cardinall Nuntio to the Pope Soranzo A Nobleman Florio A Cittizen of Parma Donado Another Cittizen Grimaldi A Roman Gentleman Giouanni Sonne to Florio Bergetto Nephew to Donado Richardetto A suppos'd Phisitian Vasques Seruant to Soranzo Poggio Seruant to Bergetto Bandetti Woemen Annabella Daughter to Florio Hippolita Wife to Richardetto Philotis His Neece Putana Tutresse to Annabella To the truely Noble Iohn Earle of Peterborough Lord Mordant Baron of Turuey My LORD WHere a Truth of Meritt hath a generall warrant There Loue is but a Debt Acknowledgement a Iustice Greatnesse cannot often claime Virtue by Inheritance Yet in this YOVRS appeares most Eminent for that you are not more rightly Heyre to your Fortunes then Glory shal be to your Memory Sweetenesse of disposition ennobles a freedome of Birth in BOTH your lawfull Interest adds Honour to your owne Name and mercy to my presumption Your Noble allowance of These First Fruites of my leasure in the Action emboldens my confidence of your as noble construction in this Presentment especially since my Seruice must euer owe particular duty to your Fauours by a patticular Ingagement The Grauity of the Subiect may easily excuse the leightnesse of the Title otherwise I had beene a seuere Iudge against mine owne guilt Princes haue vouchsaf't Grace to trifles offred from a purity of Deuotion your Lordship may like wise please to admit into your good opinion with these weake endeuours the constancy of Affection from the sincere Louer of your Deserts in Honour IOHN FORD To my Friend the Author WIth admiration I behel'd This Whore Adorn'd with Beauty such as might restore If euer being as Thy Muse hath fam'd Her Giouanni in his loue vnblam'd The ready Graces lent their willing ayd Pallas her selfe now playd the Chamber-maide And help't to put her Dressings on secure Rest Thou that Thy Name herein shull endure To th' end of Age and Annabella bee Gloriously Faire euen in her Infamie THOMAS ELLICE T' is Pitty Shee 's a VVHOORE Enter Fryar and Giouanni Fryar DIspute no more in this for know young man These are no Schoole-points nice Philosophy May tolerate vnlikely arguments But Heauen admits no jest wits that presum'd On wit too much by striuing how to proue There was no God with foolish grounds of Art Discouer'd first the neerest way to Hell And fild the world with deuelish Atheisme Such questions youth are fond For better 't is To blesse the Sunne then reason why it shines Yet hee thou talk'st of is aboue the Sun No more I may not heare it Gio. Gentle Father To you I haue vnclasp't my burthened soule Empty'd the store-house of my thoughts and heart Made my selfe poore of secrets haue not left Another word vntold which hath not spoke All what I euer durst or thinke or know And yet is here the comfort I shall haue Must I not doe what all men else may loue Fry Yes you may loue faire sonne Gio. Must I not praise That beauty which if fram'd a new the gods Would make a god of if they had it there And kneele to it as I doo kneele to them Fry Why foolish mad-man Gio. Shall a peeuish sound A customary forme from man to man Of brother and of sister be a barre Twixt my perpetuall happinesse and mee Say that we had one father say one wombe Curse to my ioyes gaue both vs life and birth Are wee not therefore each to other bound So much the more by Nature by the the links Of blood of reason Nay if you will hav 't Euen of Religion to be euer one One soule one flesh one loue one heart one All Fry Haue done vnhappy youth for thou art lost Gio. Shall then for that I am her brother borne My ioyes be euer banisht from her bed No Father in your eyes I see the change Of pitty and compassion from your age As from a sacred Oracle distills The life of Counsell tell mee holy man What Cure shall giue me ease in these extreames Fry Repentance sonne and sorrow for this sinne For thou hast mou'd a Maiesty aboue With thy vn-rannged almost Blasphemy Gio. O doe not speake of that deare Confessor Fry, Art thou my sonne that miracle of Wit Who once within these three Moneth's wert esteem'd A wonder of thine age throughout Bononia How did the Vniuersity applaud Thy Gouerment Behauiour Learning Speech Sweetnesse and all that could make vp a man I was proud of my Tutellage and chose Rather to leaue my Bookes then part with thee I did so but the fruites of all my hopes Are lost in thee as thou art in thy selfe O Giouanni hast thou left the Schooles Of Knowledge to conuerse with Lust and Death For Death waites on thy Lust looke through the World And thou shalt see a thousand faces shine More glorious then this Idoll thou ador'st Leaue her and take thy choyce 't is much lesse sinne Though in such games as those they lose that winne Gio. It were more ease to stop the Ocean From floates and ebbs then to disswade my vowes Fry Then I haue done and in thy wilfull flame Already see thy ruine Heauen is iust Yet heare my counsell Gio. As a voyce of life Fry Hye to thy Fathers house there locke thee fast Alone within thy Chamber then fall downe On both thy knees and grouell on the ground Cry to thy heart wash euery word thou vtter'st In teares and if 't bee possible of blood Begge Heauen to cleanse the leprosie of Lust That rots thy Soule acknowledge what thou art A wretch a worme a nothing weepe sigh pray Three times a day and three times euery night For seuen dayes space doe this then if thou find'st No change in thy desires returne to me I 'le thinke on remedy pray for thy selfe At home whil'st I pray for thee here away My blessing with thee wee haue neede to pray Gio. All this I 'le doe to free mee from the rod Of vengeance else I 'le sweare my Fate 's my God Exeunt Enter Grimaldi and Vasques ready to fight Vas. Come sir stand to your tackling if you proue Crauen I 'le make you run quickly Gri. Thou art no equall match for mee Vas. Indeed I neuer went to the warres to bring home newes nor cannot play the Mountibanke for a meales meate and sweare I got my wounds in the field see you these gray haires they 'le not flinch for a bloody nose wilt thou to this geere Gri. Why slaue think'st thou I 'le ballance my reputation With a Cast-suite Call thy Maister he shall know that I dare Vas. Scold like a Cot-queane that 's your Profession thou poore shaddow of a Souldier I will make thee
part hold of her worth if shee had done it why sir you ought not of all men liuing to know it good sir bee reconciled alas good gentlewoman Anna. Pish doe not beg for mee I prize my life As nothing if The man will needs bee madd Why let him take it Soran. Vasques hear'st thou this Vas. Yes and commend her for it in this shee shews the noblenesse of a gallant spirit and beshrew my heart but it becomes her rarely Sir in any case smother your reuenge leaue the senting out your wrongs to mee bee rul'd as you respect your honour or you marr all Sir if euer my seruice were of any Credit with you be not so violent in your distractions you are married now what a tryumph might the report of this giue to other neglected Sutors 't is as manlike to beare extremities as godlike to forgiue Soran. O Vasques Vasques in this peece of flesh This faithlesse face of hers had I layd vp The treasure of my heart hadst thou beene vertuous Faire wicked woeman not the matchlesse ioyes Of Life it selfe had made mee wish to liue With any Saint but thee Deceitfull Creature How hast thou mock't my hopes and in the shame Of thy lewd wombe euen buried mee aliue I did too dearely loue thee Vas. This is well Follow this temper with some passion Aside Bee briefe and mouing 't is for the purpose Soran. Be witnesse to my words thy soule and thoughts And tell mee didst not thinke that in my heart I did too superstitiously adore thee Anna. I must confesse I know you lou'd mee well Soran. And wouldst thou vse mee thus O Annabella Bee thus assur'd whatsor're the Villaine was That thus hath tempted thee to This disgrace Well hee might lust but neuer lou'd like mee Hee doated on the picture that hung out Vpon thy cheekes to please his humourous eye Not on the part I lou'd which was thy heart And as I thought thy Vertues Anna. O my Lord These words wound deeper then your Sword could do Vas. Let mee not euer take comfort but I begin to weepe my selfe so much I pitty him why Madam I knew when his rage was ouer-past what it would come to Soran. Forgiue mee Annabella though thy youth Hath tempted thee aboue thy strength to folly Yet will not I forget what I should bee And what I am a husband in that name Is hid Deuinity if I doe finde That thou wilt yet be true here I remit all former faults and take thee to my bosome Vas. By my troth and that 's a poynt of noble charity Anna. Sir on my knees Soran. Rise vp you shall not kneele Get you to your chamber see you make no shew Of alteration I 'le be with you streight My reason tells mee now that 'T is as common To erre in frailty as to bee a woeman Goe to your chamber Exit Anna Vas. So this was somewhat to the matter what doe you thinke of your heauen of happinesse now sir Soran. I carry hell about mee all my blood Is fir'd in swift reuenge Vas. That may bee but know you how or on whom alas to marry a great woeman being made great in the stocke to your hand is a vsuall sport in these dayes but to know what Secret it was that haunted your Cunny-berry there 's the cunning Soran. I 'le make her tell her selfe or Vas. Or what you must not doe so let me yet perswade your sufferance a little while goe to her vse her mildly winne her if it be possible to a Voluntary to a weeping tune for the rest if all hitt I will not misse my marke pray sir goe in the next news I tell you shall be wonders Soran. Delay in vengeance giues a heauyer blow Exit Vas, Ah sirrah here 's worke for the nonce I had a suspicion of a bad matter in my head a pretty whiles agoe but after My Madams scuruy lookes here at home her waspish peruersnesse and loud fault-finding then I remembred the Prouerbe that Where Hens crowe and Cocks hold their peace there are sorry houses sfoot if the lower parts of a Shee-taylors Cunning can couer such a swelling in the stomacke I 'le neuer blame a false stich in a shoe whiles I liue againe vp and vp so quicke and so quickly too 't were a fine policy to learne by whom this must be knowne and I haue thought on 't here 's the way or none what crying old Mistresse alas alas I cannot blame 'ee wee haue a Lord Heauen helpe vs is so madde as the devill himselfe the more shame for him Enter Putana Put. O Vasques that euer I was borne to see this day Doth hee vse thee so too sometimes Vasques Vas. Mee why hee makes a dogge of mee but if some were of my minde I know what wee would doe as sure as I am an honest man hee will goe neere to kill my Lady with vnkindnesse say shee be with-child is that such a matter for a young woeman of her yeeres to be blam'd for Put. Alas good heart it is against her will full sore Vas. I durst be sworne all his madnesse is for that shee will not confesse whose 't is which hee will know and when he doth know it I am so well acquainted with his humour that hee will forget all streight well I could wish shee would in plaine termes tell all for that 's the way indeed Put. Doe you thinke so Vas. Fo I know 't prouided that hee did not winne her to 't by force hee was once in a mind that you could tell and ment to haue wrung it out of you but I somewhat pacified him for that yet sure you know a great deale Put. Heauen forgiue vs all I know a little Vasques Vas. Why should you not who else should vpon my Conscience shee loues you dearely and you would not betray her to any affliction for the world Put. Not for all the world by my Faith and troth Vasques Vas. 'T were pitty of your life if you should but In this you should both releiue her present discomforts pacifie my Lord and gaine your selfe euer lasting loue and preferment Put. Do'st thinke so Vasques Vas. Nay I know 't sure 't was some neere and entire friend Put. 'T was a deare friend indeed but Vas. But what feare not to name him my life betweene you and danger faith I thinke 't was no base Fellow Put. Thou wilt stand betweene mee and harme Vas. V'ds pitty what else you shal be rewarded too trust me Put. 'T was euen no worse then her owne brother Vas. Her brother Giouanni I warrant'ee Put. Euen hee Vasques as braue a Gentleman as euer kist faire Lady O they loue most perpetually Vas. A braue Gentleman indeed why therein I Commend her choyce better and better you are sure 't was hee Put. Sure and you shall'see hee will not be long from her too Vas. He were to blame if he would but may I beleeue thee Put. Beleeue mee why do'st