throngd with passions each crauing vent None can haue passage till some teares be spent Fall fall ye siluer pearles and of the earth Purchase a soft relenting at my griefes Shoure downe like rainie drops and pearce the stones Make them receiue my sorrowes or from mine eyes Run like to christall riuers through the world Slyde ore the flowry medowes that the Nimphs Dancing in feary rings vpon the grasse May leaue their sport and weepe to see you passe Where by the dolefull murmur as you goe The hils may here you mourne and sound my woe Pardon if I be tedious virgin spirit Or if my griefe be too effeminate Thy habit is an Index to reuenge Which thy wrongs seeme to pleade for of my loue Speake them or deale them through the yeelding aire Into my eares and they shall be to me Like the sterne drumme or musique of the warre Vnto the coward or the fainting souldiour Timo. Venice I was murdered Ven. Murder is open mouthd and as the Sea Whose couetous waues imprisond by thy land Bellow for griefe and roare vpon the sand So from the earth it cries and like a childe Wrongd by his carelesse nurse will not be stilld Are ye then deafe yea gods ye cannot heare it Or is iust Libra falne out of your Spheares That wronged States must to the earth appeale For iustice and reuenge Then t is not prophane T' usurpe your functions my hand shall be as iust As my soule louing and they both shall leaue A story to the world of my reuenge Nor in succeeding times shall be forgot Venice reuengd those wrongs the heauens would not I interrupt what that wouldst say and seeme To crowne all vengeance in a passion Speake but his name Timo. My vncle Borgias Ven. Enough O that the genious that attends on man Should be a doubtfull Oracle to the soule And whispering to our intellect what fate Hangs like a falling tower vpon his state Yet be no more of force to length our ioy Then were Cassandras prophecies to Troy Disloyall trecherous villaine Borgias Some Hydras poyson or the blood of Nessus Cleaue to thy flesh Oh my blood swells beyond my power my voyce Louder then his that thunders through the cloudes Shall speake this monstrous murder to the world I le be thy Orator wrongd spirit and plead Blood and reuenge for thee though thou best dead Timo. Stay Ven: What wouldst thou more Timo. Heare and be aduisde To morrow when the Senate sits be there And in the eares of the whole state proclaime And iustifie my words gainst Borgias In this alone I will great Venice proue Do it as euer thou didst Iulia loue Ven. I will Timo. Whilst I borne vpon aire attend my blisse Ven. Peace to thy soule Adieu Exit Timo. Remember Iulia Yet prosper and go on for Iulias ghost My false shape takes th' abused Duke 's afire Through Borgias blood I 'le runne to my desire Enter Bordello solus Whome haue we heere Bord. Priapus thou womans God assist me with a Iouiall ability this night I may beget a Hercules Fortune I must confesse thou hast turnd vp thy muffler and cast a gratious aspect on Bordello for I am not onely in the state of cleane linnen but also thou hast made me gratious in the eye of Signior Diaspermaton my Apothecary who hath furnished me with this receipt heere is a compound of Cantharides Diositerion marrow of an Oxe haires of a Lyon stones of a Goate Cock-sparrowes braines and such like this after an houres receipt hath a fourefold operation and least I should be like a Peacocke all taile and no heart heere is a distillation of ten pound a pinte that comforts the inward fires the braines cheeres vp the spirit and makes a man lay about him like a dutchman Let me see it is more then time that I commit this deuine pill to his hopefull working least my staffe be out of the rest when my aduersary is in the carriere So Cupids faire mother be thy mid wife out and alas I am mare rid what Somners Ghost or limme of Lucifer puts poore Bordello in minde of pennance before he hath trespassed Timo. I am espied his feare doth apprehend me for a ghost And I must feed it Bord. Se it makes toward me infortunate Bordello that the deuill should be an enemy to lechery Scaena 2. Enter Madame Fulsome Eunuchus and Phego Ful. Come let vs set to our businesse Phego Lend vs your wind to coole this posset Phego It is not the first time I haue bene constrained to puffe and blow in your Ladiships seruice Ful. It hath oft come in my minde to knowe the deriuation and denomination of this word posset Eunu. I take it that it comes of the Latin word posse to make a man able and that 's the reason euer after eating them men desire to make experience of their forces Phego I rather conceaue it comes of the word pono of putting together for that your possets are the vsuall meanes of congregating putting and combining your Court creatures together Eunu. And that may well be for I remember that reuerent pedagoge William Lilly brings in gigno pono cano one in the necke of another gigno to beget pono to put in and cano to sing Ful. That Lilly was a beastly knaue to put pono behind gigno there is no musique in it but all this time we misse not Signior Bordello it hath not be his custome to be absent where his chops might haue had imployment Eunu. You speake of the dayes of hunger when the slaue was a straunger in the land of Hauilah but the word is retrograde the last age is a golden age with him Enter Bordella Fuls. See where the sonne of Saturne appeares Eun. Sfoot I thought the Dog-fish had bene bayting Cerberus ere this time Bord. Ladies did you not see a spirit passe this way Eunu. Thou seest we are feeding the flesh man what doost thou talke of the spirit Bord. Without iest a meere Ghost standing bolt vpright at Timocleas chamber so nye Court Incubus on my life Fuls. Were you not much terrified Signior with the apparition Bord. How terrefied I no sooner beheld it but drawing my better parts together Enter Timoclea Helpe helpe All run out Timoclea followes the Eunuch out Scena 3. Enter Ferrara solus Ferr. FEare and suspition two night-waking charmes Banish all sleepe suggesting in my thoughts Falsehood and treason I am slow and dull Discending like the earth yet I know not what Prickes like the thorne of Philomel at my breast And tels me there is daunger in my rest Sometime I thinke of Iulia and that thought Presents her loues in a liuing shape When not remembring death I ope my armes To tye a Gordian knot about her waste And bid her welcome but that empty claspe Deluding my false hopes with nought but ayre Makes my blood angry and doth turne my passion To seeke a subiect fit for my reuenge And then I
the flaming girdle of the world And fetch me lightnings I will swallow it Snatch from the Ciclops bals of Etnean fire And I will eate them steale thunder from the clowds And dart it at me quaffe Stigian Nonocris I will pledge thee Timo. I le haunt thee to dispaire Exit Borgias Timoclea following him Mul. Pursue his feare to some effect of death Whilst I like starres that spred their sparckling fires Beyond an vsuall light fore-shewe a tempest Of the whole state of Florence Amadas remoued Her neare alliance vnto Iulias blood Shall not distast my hopes Timocleas feare Workes death on Borgias vp Mulleasses Sit like Saturnus on the highest orbe And let starre-gazing wizards from thy feare Buzze sad Astrology in the peoples eare Enter Borgias and Timoclea aloft Borg. What night or what darcke Chaos can conceale My conscience horror rather let me see The feare of Hercules let the Cretian Bull Bellow and burst my braines onely may my eares Be deafe to thy exclaimes Timo. Thou art at farthest Borg. Then I can but fall He leapes downe Timo. Like Lucifer from heauen discendit Timoclea Mul. Oh now me thinkes a Chorus all of Angells Clad with the Sun and crownd with golden starres Should make more heauenly musique at thy fall Then all the Spheres that daunce about the ball Now should they poetize in verse for ioy And out-sing Homer in the fall of Troy Borg. Villaine triumphst thou Mull. O ye strong power of superstitious faith It reignes on fooles that men of wit and state Men that like Eagles climbe to be aboue And shrowd themselues betweene the knees of Ioue Should be struke downe by apparitions Enter Timoclea Timo. Delusiue counterfeit Borg. Conterfeit Timo. I Valentine I liue And am the actor of mine owne reuenge That cup of poyson made against my life Was by my deerest Mulleasses loue Turnd to a philter and my working sence Charm'd in the scilence of a quiet sleep Shewd as if death had lockt my pulses vp But posting time brought motion on my blood And now my full vaines like a water-brooke That slyding gently at some proud hils foot In pipes of lead are carryed to the top And there in amourous branches spreading forth Courtes the curld mountaine thus thus and thus she kisses him Borg. Lasciuious strumpet Timo. My beloued Turke Borg. Incestuous Phedra Timo. Loue Hipolitus Borg. Cruell Medea Timo. My kind Iason Borg. Whirle me ye iust more auspitious powers Amongst the thicke and thunder darting clowdes That being wrapt in flames I may be throwne Like Aetnean bals from heauen and strike you downe Or would my dying breath were more infectious Then halfe rotte bodyes digd vp from their graues Or then those mists felt by the soules of men When they descend toth ' Acharusian fenne It should not striue within me or be loth To leaue my body might it blast you both He faines to dye Timo. So with thy death the Embrion of my loue Takes perfect shape Now like the Sestian maide May I court Leander swimming in my armes And with our pleasing motions mocke the seas That rose and fell to wanton with his thighs Now ther 's no Hellespont betwixt our loues I am not iealous Agamemnons dead And Clitemnestra with Avgosthus plaies Pleasure is free Mul. Come ther 's no pleasure in you Y' are a lustfull time spent murderous strumpet The prostitution of your knowne Bordellos Where euery itching letcher vents his blood Is not so loathsome Tim. You speake not like a louer Mull. No for thou hast kild my loue Amada And now thy husbands blood bids me beware Of some new lust and third adulterer Such is your loue to me Timo. Oh stop those killing accents be more milde I doe forgiue what you did speake and aske But a kinde thought for all my louing taske These eies haue seene you smile looke gently on me And let me read some milder characters Mull. Hence with thy Serpent twines Timo. I am no Lamia nor no Lostrigon No high-prizd Lais that thou shouldst esteeme Repentance purchasd at too deere a rate Kings shall not come to Corinth where thou maist Not with a common Ephereian trull Purchase a minutes pleasure but with me As faire but yet more chaste by farre then she Spend yeares of sweete content Mull. Syren mine eares are stopt I will not heare thee Timo. Oh would I had a Syrens charming voice I 'de vse no incantations but to thy eares Or were my tongue like Orpheus golden lyre To which the windes were husht and heard it play It should be silent but to please thy eares Or like the dying swan would I might sing A funerall elegy to my parting soule So that the musique might but please thy eares What should I say Mull. Be dumbe and leaue me Timo. Not till thou loue or else of life bereaue me Exeunt Borg. Ha Are ye gone all cleere damnation cease ye I a knowne practisde pollititian And thus outreacht O my shallowe braines Fell I so high would I had fallen from heauen So like a Phaeton I had fir'd the world Or like a flash of lightning on your heads Consumd you for these trickes I dyed in times Like a true coward counterfeited death For feare to die indeed well then for my life I am beholding yet vnto my wit But for my legges I know not how they stand Are my bones stiffe still not broken Enter Mulleasses Ha he fals againe Mull. I am at last freed of my lustfull loue My hope is yet dispaire will arme her hands To her owne death and saue my sword a labour If not t is but the taking backe of what I gaue And send her once againe into her graue Now for my Iulia she is the maine of all Her will I ceaze and keep vntill the Fleete Now vnder saile for Florence be ariu'd From the grand Signior sent to make me strong And get commaund vpon the straights how soere T was promist Borgias to make strong his part Against the Dukes she being had My title 's firme for Florence their claime 's bad Eunuch Enter Ferrara disguisd Ferr. Your pleasure Mul. See you this body Ferr. I doe Mul. Conuey it to his bed there let it lye The murther I 'le transport vpon the Dukes Or on some treason by their meanes contriu'd See it be done Ferr. It shall Mull. Now vnto Iulia on her lies my state If she consents why so if not I know Death and commaund makes womens hearts to bow Exit Ferr. The death of slaues pursue thee hah Borgias Protector true true clap clap ye furies Daunce your blacke rounds and with your yron whips Fetching eternall lashes as you skip Strike a loud sounding musicke through the ayre And make the night Queene pale to heare your noise Be peacefull wronged Ghost where soere thou beest Post to the blessed fields where soules take rest Drinke Lethe freely for thou art reuengd Come thou inclosure of a damned soule I le be obedient beare to thy bed
Then in my chamber laugh that thou art dead Ferrara takes vp Borgias Borgias drawes out Ferraras dagger and stabs him with it What suddaine paine assaults my yeelding heart Borg. Ha ha ha you le beare me to my bed Then in your chamber laugh that I am dead Ferr. Liuest thou damnd villaine Borg. I liue and laugh vilde slaue to see thy fall This is the inclosure of a damned soule Villaine thou shalt not breath another word Ferr. Stay but a minute longer know that I haue Thy promise and thy oath to be my guard Thy slaue I murthered and assumd his shape I am Ferrara Borg. Ferrara ha true true clap clap ye furies Dance your blacke rounds and with your yron whips Fetching eternall lashes as ye skip Strike a loud sounding musicke through the aire And make the nights Queene pale to heare your noise You haue my oath and promise for your guard So wise men promise fooles but their reward Like thine Ferrara is the losse of breath Ferr. Iustice I thee implore reuenge my death Borg. Mulleasses thinkes me dead and in his plots Goes on securely I le returne his pollicies And vpon him transport Ferraras murther My wife he hath forsooke that sweetens danger That I but liue to see reuenge on her My weake force built vpon the Turkish fleete I see is ruind and I but vndermined No hope is left saue in mine owne commaund And power with the state whose light credulity I easely did delude with Iulias death But yet Timoclea liues and may perhaps Escape her false loues hate which if she do This blacke nights horror falls like thunder on me She must not liue till day be euer darke Stand night vpon the noonestead and attend My fates security if euer blacknes pleasd Or deedes to which men may resemble thee Turne then thy sooty horse and with their feete Beate at the rising morne force the Sunne Forbeare his lustre till this black deed 's done Exit Finis Actus quart Actus 5 Scena I. Enter Timocleasola Timo. HEll and ye furies wheresoere you be show me your tortures and present your selues Or let the burning monarch clad in flame Make an infernall eccho to my name I know not what I say Timoclea wrongd Loue-slighted and contemned O my wish That like the crosse-eyd witch of Thessaly My voice could through the riuets of the earth Hollo and call reuenge or rather what My dangerous ghost attir'd like Nemesis About her middle for a virgin Zone Girt with a forckt-tooth'd serpent vent at my brest That did exceed a stepdame in my lust Forbeare yet gentle maide thy fathers soule Kneels at the brazen Throne of Radamanth And craues that office Whither am I borne Dispaire thou art a false glasse to the soule And in the conscience dazeld with thy guilt Of many sinnes dost vary formes of feare I not belieue thy forc'd suggestions I am seduc'd by passion death and terror Borg. Error within Timo. False aire thou liest I erre not my loues wronge I le teare out of my brest forget those hopes Made my hands bloody I am cleare vnstaind Borg. Staind Timo. Forbeare thy thunder gentle gentle voice Beate not my conscience torments gainst the walls To make the Court ring with thy clamorous answers Heauens let my teares redeeme me vnto life Borg. Life Timo. Of my terror I desire not speake of death Borg. Death Timo. Of my daughter how easie through the aire Our sinnes are hurried thou canst tell of murder Borg. Murder Timo. I of my husband night thy cole-blacke wings Though darker then the Moones ecclipsed browe Are not fit Canopies for sinne Enter Borgias Borg. Timoclea Timo. Distraction of my soule who breathes my name Borg. The airy breath of him that sometime liu'd A tenant in the brest of Borgias By thee driuen out the frame and house of life Timo. By me Borg. And now like one whome sterne oppression throwes Nak'd out of all he did possesse being robd and spoild Of the warme couert he inhabited I sigh my helpelesse wrongs and in the aire Counting all hope I had find all dispaire Timo. Dispaire Borg. And empty longings for an end of paine Which I still wish and craue Timo. But neuer gaine Borg. Neuer Timo. Forgiue me Borg. Aske it of the heauens To whom my blood with ceasseles clamours calls For Iustice and reuenge Timo. Iustice in heauen is like my sin gainst thee Cruell and sooner may I with my knees Eate through the center from these pearly eyes Should there fall downe more teares of penitence Then the clouds drop to purchase a newe spring I could not be forgiuen Borg. Death is the winter dombd vnto thy soule Disrobe it of that warme and wanton flesh The mouth of Iustice bids Timoclea dye Timo. Be thou then iustice executioner Reuengefull spirit in this flesh of mine Carue thy reuenge in carracters of blood Blast me or from the centers hollow deepe Let loose some coniur'd tempests whose lowd stormes Driuen through the ayre sings horror to the world And let them hurle me gainst the labouring clowdes Sinke to the brazen-gated deepe Abisse Where furies sit curling their snakes in knots And pull a viper from Alectos head And on these breasts that in thy heat of life Haue bene as pillowes to aduance thy lust Let it sucke freely the AEgiptian Queene Nere dyed more daring And to the sterne commissioners of blood Be a glad Hermes tell them Timoclea Takes vengeance on her selfe dull Element be gone Borg. The mornings saffron horse breathes from the East Their spicy vapors suckt from th' ndian plaines And through the gentle ayre hurle their perfumes I heare the Suns steedes trot towards the milky way And in a Coach of flames draw vp the day Aurorat vsher to the starres of night Tels the approching of the God of light They gin to twinckle and take in their fires At their ecclipse we spirits leaue the aire And in a dismall vale of darkenesse grone Vnder the burthen of a thousand chaines I must away thou onely dost detayne me With want of vengeance which thy death must gaine me Tim. It shall it shall Hard hap of misery it hath many hands That like the windings of a laborinth Leads the despayring wretch into a maze But not an Ariadne in the world That lends a clewe to led vs out the world The very maze of horror Cease thou that stands first mouer of the Spheres From whose high concaue all inferiour fires Deriue successiue motion Stand ye night-wandring planets in a maze And from your hollow Fabricks vewe Timoclea Or else ye heauens put in your flaring lights And on your azure-seiled arches hang A rauen-blacke Canopy of congealed cloudes That you may seeme a Chaos to the world And boade eternall darkenes thou wert not made to kill Lookes on her haire displayed Nor was the Diademe of her Ponticke Queene Made as a fatall instrument of death And yet it was the engine stop her breath As thou
For which the toyling Negro diues in vaine Are boasted of such wealth thy bed as soft As downe feathers pluckt from Ledas swannes Shall yeeld vnto thy dalliance A hundred boyes like winged Cherubins As faire as Psiches loue shall Iulia Enough too much I am not fit for pleasure Or if I were thy Mermaid eloquence Sounds harsher in my eares then Sillas dogs Vnto the frighted Sea-man Mul. Lady Iulia Heathen prophane Mull. Be gentle Madam Iulia If thou beest gentle leaue me Mahomet Our loues like our religions are at warres And I disclaime all peace Mull. And I a louers smoothnes your Vnckle 's dead His power is mine and you must goe Iulia Soule of wrongs whither y' are both to weake Ther 's more then woman in me villaine slaue Mul. You vrge me vnto violence come to my chamber Iulia In hell or in my graue a rape treason treason Lord A guard a guard Mull. Death of my hope the Court is vp Enter Lord Venice and attendants with Bordello bound Ven. From hence the voyce was heard be circumpect Iulia Treason treason Lord Who speakes that word Iulia Iulia your Soueraigne Mul. Scilence or thou dyest Lord Error of darkenesse in what Labirinth Our soules are plunged raise the Court Iulia Iul. I Ven. Iulia and Mulleasses Mul. Iulia and Mulleasses fond Venitian Preuented at the point of hapines Ven. Thus I redeeme her Mul. And like Cephalus kill thine owne Procris Iul. Saue me Lord Thy death shall be her freedome infidell Mul. Why stop you in your courses short breathed Christians Nayle vs together Now me thinks I stand Like a proud Lyon with a richer prize Then Nessus would haue stolne from Hercules And dare your enuies my death vnto your state Shalbe as ominous as his poysond shirt Your false Protector 's dead he mockt your griefes And made you weepe at Iulias funerall Whose hope I vnderwrought and now had worne The wreath of Florence Loue and ambition Kindled my cold braine from their mutuall heate Sprung my aspiring aime nor shall it sincke But in the death of Iulia since I cannot Quench my hot thirst of Lust and coole the heat That hotter then the coales of Parta Burne in my liuer like the snowy Dragon Tangling the Elephant in his snarled orbes I le dye in the pursuit of my desire And mixe our bloods in death to sate my fire Ven. Hold monster Lord Damnation on thy soule Ven. Thy death shall ransome her Mul. Death double thy feard force and it some forme Affright pale Hecate darken the Moone I like the Sunne backt on th' Arcadian beast When in his burning progresse he did sindge Adonis gardens from my soules faire light Chase cloudy feare and like Thetis sonne When he was oynted with Ambrosia Am more then fire-proofe liues Iulia yet Ven. She liues dam'd villaine and out-liues thy hate Mull. Death had bene kinde in her with her I might Vnder the coole shades of Elisium Played before Pluto and made Proserpine As iealous as Iuno of my loue But since I must not Enter Borgias Philenzo Phego Borg. Vp from the darke earths exhalations Thicker then Lernas foggy mists and hide me I cannot loose their sight hel of feare Phil. It flies our eager steps follow follow Lord What meanes these clamours Borgias Mul. Hah Borgias Borg. Horror of soules I am surprizd Mull. Illusiue ayre false shape of Borgias Could thy vaine shaddow worke a feare in him That like an Atlas vnderwent the earth When with a firme and constant eye he sawe Hells fifty headed Porter thus I 'de proue Thy apparition idle runnes at Borgias Borg. Treason I liue Deuils and Furies I am slaine Lord Wonder of admiration what distraction is this Mul. Ha ha ha climbe high my mounting spirit And when thou hast aspird to thy full hight Like a Collossus on a base of cloudes Stand and applaud thy fortunes Borgias Borg. Grin'st hellish Anticke Mul. Should the Cecropian theefe stretch my torne flesh Rackt on his bed of steele if on Caucasus My growing liuer were exposd a prey To rauening Vulturs I would still laugh To see thee like a falling Pine-tree reele In a rough tempest Borg. Hold vp ye broken organs of my soule Carry me high and make me stand as firme As Oakes on Ossa that aduance their tops Euen till their rootes breake Timoclea Mull. For loue of me kild her owne childe Thy daughter Amada Lord Amazement Borg. Blest fates I thanke you I shal dye reueng'd Fly Ioue lou'd Nemesis and at Iustice feet Shake thy triumphall Ash I slue Timoclea Mull. By thee before thought dead I tooke her from the hearse of Iulia When in the habit of a murdred ghost This night she appeared to the Duke to breed Suspect in them of thee and arme their hate Vnto my plotted faction Ven. Damnd illusion Lord Where is Ferrara Phil. Heauens be his guard Borg. So they are He kild my slaue And in his habit by this hand he dyed Phil. False periurd villaine He runs at him Borg. Sinke sinke Cytheron high Pallene tremble Greene Tempe wither and with me forgoe Your place and being this whole world of flesh With fatall earth-quakes totters False Turke thy fate be but as cruell as is Borgias hate moritur Mul. Stoope down thou Lydian mount bend thy cold head And hide it in thy brackish fathers waues That as thou shrinkst thy starry loade may nod At Mulleasses fall or euer shroude Those ioyfull bonfires in a mourning cloude moritur Ven. Iust end of treason Lord Madame our duties ioy your life And wish your happinesse Ven. As the iust reward of daunger My Lord I claime her loue Lord Not without Iustice braue Venecian She is herselfe and free Iulia And thus I giue my selfe Lord Heauens seale it for the the good of both our states Ven. Philenzo We can but grieue at great Ferraras losse Embassadours from vs shall plead our sorrowes Euen to your Senats meane time his obsequies Shall want no honor Signior Bordello We giue you liberty what remaines vndone Shall by the Senate be confirm'd leade on FINIS