him even bloated with a Discovery but what 's that to the present purpose What business had you there with the Dutchess 'T was to know that drew me hither after ye I had been safe else Genov. I had particular Order I was to Pump her Rock Were ye so Timothy Transub were ye so indeed and for which pumping Design there 's a good Thump for ye Rascal d'sheart another Interloper in my Business come on Rogue are ye good at Procuring as soon as ever ye have got into the Bobtail'd Mode a swell'd Nose and a black Eye are proper for ye I 'll make ye look a right Baâ—d presently They Fight Genov. This Purse shall do me Justice instantly I 'll be reveng'd nay tho I loose the Money the Spirit moves now and thou shalt feel my Anger In the Scuffle puts a Purse into Rock 's Pocket they fight on Enter Massaniello with a Key Mass. Heated with Wine and fit now for the purpose Where is this Charming Dutchess whose bright Beauty e'er since I saw her has inflam'd my Heart my Heart that has possession of all Pleasures that Greatness brings in its full range of Power shall Sate its Wishes with one Bliss beyond it the best and dearest a fair Ladies Love then I may boast I have been truly Happy The Cardinal is gone hence but where 's the Lady and where my Creatures Rock and Genovino Rock Ah he 's Fluster'd I see we shall have a rare time on 't would I were any where but where I am tho 't were in an Oven that had just been heated I could not be in a greater Sweat I 'm sure Mass. Hah are not these they or do my Eyes deceive me Is not that Rock Rock The Ghost of Rock and please ye but not the real Substance that was frighted away with an Apparition of the Duke of Mataloni that was here just now Mass. How he tortures me what Mataloni Dog-bolt Rock Why Sir in short then since it must out the Banditto Captain that you have Entertained and Trusted was that Devil Duke of Mataloni in Disguise Mass. Hell blast thy Tongue and where where 's the Lady Rascal Rock Gone gone Sir gone he threatn'd to Murder us if we cry'd out or stirr'd and then took her away and Lock'd us in and by virtue of the Ring you gave him they 're past the Guards by this time Mass. How my Rage Choaks me I could tear my self dash my besotted head and with these hands pull from their Sockeâ—s these dull useless Lights that could not guide my sense in such an Exigent Sense Death and Hell I had no Sense no Soul for had I either or my Sight or Feeling I must know what my Nature so Abhorr'd through the meer force of strong Antipathy Hah but now I think on 't Dog 't was your Officious Villany first brought him to me how came it Answer that Slave Rock Alack by chance my Lord meer chance he said he had great Business with ye Genov. Ah Mr Secretary no more Deceits respect your Conscience good Mr. Secretary Mass. What say'st thou art thou privy to any thing Does he play Falsâ— with me Rock Not I my Lord upon my Soul What does that Rascal mean Genov. My Lord though I see his Conscience is quite â—ear'd yet I must ease my own the Man is Guilty Accomplice with Carraffa and their Faction and brib'd to assist the Dutchess's Escape Mass. Oh monstrous Hell-hound Rock Here 's a damn'd Rogue for ye here 's a Priest for the Devil I hope your Excellency won't believe him for may I be Parboil'd or Roasted upon a Gridâ—Iron my Lord if ever I saw Carraffa Genov. Oh vile vile Sinner dar'st thou look in my Face and say this Rock Look in thy Face why thou confounded Villain I confess thy Impudence does dazle me but I beseech ye my Lord don't believe him Genov. Not believe me why my Lord he own'd it a little before you came upon which my Choler being rais'd we had a Bustle and some Blows which is the occasion of this my disorder both of Head and Habit But for a more convincing Proof search him my Lord and without doubt you may find Carraffa's Purse in which the Golden Bribe is now about him Rock Search me Satan send all thy Imps to do 't I fear 'em not but come I 'll do 't my self I 'll make a plain Discovery my Lord Empty my self before ye Oh Murder Treason Pulls out the Purse Mass. The very Purse by Iove and with Carraffa's Cypher on 't Oh damn'd damn'd Traitor Genov. You have made a very plain Discovery in Troth Mr. Secretary Mass. I will be so reveng'd Here Father Gives him the Purse Rock I am Bewitch'd I 'm not able to speak Oh Dog Dog Dog Mass. This Key unlocks all the Doors where are my Guards there Rock I beseech your Lordship hear me but a word He unlocks the Door Mass. Away Contagion Seize that Traitor there Whip him round the Market-place then Hang him in Chains for Crows and Daws to feed on Enter Bissignano Pedro Bartallo Jacomo Gaspar Scipio 2 d Jesuit and Guards Genov. I think now Friend I am better than my Word I only promis'd ye a Whipping you know and now have added something more Rock Oh that my hands were at Liberty Devil 2 Ies. Alack is he th' occasion of thy Sentence have Patience a little and my tender Conscience shall help thee to a Revenge My Lord be pleas'd to read that Paper Gives Massaniello a Paper Mass. What 's here a List of the Conspirators in the Powder-Plot and Genovivino's hand amongst the foremost 'T is so I know his Character and this the Fellow that the Cardinal spoke of who made the first Discovery Guards take that Jesuit too and use him like the other Genov. Oh Devil hast thou deserted me at last Rock So so come along Priest we shall see now how that sleek Back of yours can bear the Lash and your Neck become a Halter and now you may give your self to the Devil too if you please Genov. Well the gaping Rascals shall not hear me confess any thing however I 'll be true to our Order who I know will all vouch my Innocence pray my Soul out of Purgatory and make me a Saint for â—ver into the bargain Exeunt Guards with Rock and Genovino Don Tib. These were both Rogues and have deserved their Punishment But now Sir to some Business of more Weight the Vice-Roy and Great Colateral Council have caus'd the Artâ—cles to be Engraved like those of Old of Charles the Fifth and Ferdinand all that your Heart can wish to free the People is there Inscrib'd with care and diligence A Marble Monument is Erected likewise where in large Golden Letters is Decyphered the Infranchisement of Naples from all Gabells by Great Massaniello You are desir'd therefore to meet in the Cathedral Church to Morrow where after high Mass and Celestial Musick the Deed 's to be on
do and thus make bare my Breast to meet it let that dear hand but strike I shall find â—eaven before my Soul be ready Mat. It must be so â—o leave thee here with Ruffians will to Eternity disturb my rest for I must die thou know'st then if thou lov'st me thou 'lt love this kind tho' cruel Resolution first to kill thee and afterwards my self Bell. I do and on thy Lips bless thee for ever Mat. Oh my Soul's happiness They Embrace Entâ—r Cosmo with a Ring Cosmo. My Heart 's so full of hopes t' enjoy Aâ—relia and sat my strong desires with Princely Beauty that I am tardy in my Oâ—fice to bring the Dutchess to the General Here is his Ring by which his Pleasure 's known in all Affairs in Love as well as Power this is the fatal Circle that must part the Married Lovers and yonder see they are Close Billing like two harmless Turtle Doves Unweary still of their Connubial Loves Mat. We are disturb'd see yonder Glares the Meteor that now portends our Ruin Bell. One moment longer and we had both been happy Cosm. Madam you know my Messagâ— by this Ring the General expects ye pray make hast for I have Business of my own so urgent I can wait no delays Mat. Men in great Places must be full of Business am not I sent for Cosm. No no my Lord you are fixt in the wrong Station the Wheel is turn'd you are not now at Court Mat. And yet my Wife 's sent for to Privy Councel What what is her Business there Cosm. Why with plain dealing if you needs must know her Business there is to make you a Cuckold Mat. I have a Message first to send Cosm. What 's that Mat. You to the Devil Sir Stabs Him Cosm. Oh I am Damn'd Dies Mat. Start not my Love nor let thy Cheeks grow pale but adore Providence for this happy Accident that marks us out instead of Fate our Freedom here is the Ring that guides us through the Labyrinth by whose Despotick Power we pass the Guards and then instead of Death live ever happy Bell. Now I shall think there is a Joy for Loveâ—s uncommon from the rest in sweet Elizium This bliss unlook'd for seems like Heaven's care Which only those that love like us could share Mat. But first I must disguise me in his Habit What ho Lorenzo Serv. What Service my good Lord Enter Lorenzo Mat. Drag in that Body and help me in a Business that iâ— necessary Serv. With all my heart Oh are ye hâ—re Don Dogsface Yoâ— were a Rogue in Office I am glad y' are paid your wages Drags Him in Mat. Happy Success thus may we always prove Bell. Blest be this day when Fortune favour'd Love Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Pedro and Fellicia Pedro. Come come no more Evasions no more Woman's Tricks I thought you were too young for 'em but to the Point will you Love me without more stir or Preambles Fell. Good Sir have pity on me Weeps Pedro. Pity why I have Love for thee I tell thee that is I think 't is Love I 'm sure I 've a mind to thee therefore no more of these dissembling Tears but buckle too without more trouble Come will you comply I say Fell. Alas to what Sir Pedro. Humh there 's Woman-kind agen now they always love to hear it nam'd before they venture why to my will Come come you are not too young to understand the manner Fell. Indeed I am Sir Oh pray don't look so cruelly upon me I will do any thing I can to please ye but for my Love my good my poor Old Father had it all I ne'er Lov'd ought besides Weeps Pedro. Nay look if ye practise your Tricks upon me I must begin the rough Game I 've no fine words not I mine is a downright meaning and with Love or without I must be satisfied that 's in short Fâ—ll How Sir which way Oh do not burn me with your fiery Eyes Pedro. Agen which way Gad I must speak it broad she has an Itch to hear it on my Life Fell. I 'll sing a Pretty Song to please ye Sir 't was made upon a poor unhappy Maid forc'd in a Wood by a rude Barbarous Russian and Rob'd and Ravish'd I know not what that is but she was sadly â—s'd Pedro. What has she made a Song upon her self before-hand She Sings HE led her by the Milk white hand into a Covert shady He swore he 'd give her House and Land and she shou'd be a Lady Her Cheeks were spread with Crimson red at last he made her squeak'out The naughty man a Trick began that Im asham'd to speak out Quaint and fine i'faith what a pretty little warbling Pipe the Gipsie has Oh how I long to spoil it Come come my little Canary Bird Musick is most proper at Meals I must fall too now Fell. Oh some kind Angel now look down and save me Oh but you ha'nt heard me sing a merry Song yet I have of the Devil and a Fryer how they were playing a Game at Cross Bunns and how the Frier Cheated him Sings agen THE Devil he pull'd off his Iacket of flame The Fryer he pull'd off his Cowle The Devil took him for a Dunce of the Game The Fryer took him for a Fool He piqu'd and repiqu'd him so oft That at last he swore by the Iolly fat Nuns If Cards came no better than those that are past Oh! Oh! I shall lose all my Bunns Pedro. Ha ha ha how the young Cockatrice tickles me with her shrill Note But come prithee now let me strike up my fit of mirth Fell. Y've ne'er a Fiddle Sir Pedro. Oh then I 'll make use of yours Fell. Sweet dear kind Sir A poor unhappy Girle besides I 'm ugly too Pedro. Ye lye ye Baggage ye lye y' are handsome enough in Conscience Seizes Fell. Oh that the Earth would swallow me Weeps Pedro within Major where are ye Fell. Oh blessed sound Pedro. Ah Plague of all delays 't was th' Captains voice sure Hah he 's coming go get ye in ye little Hypocrite and prepare your self d' ee hear I 'll be with ye presently Now Captain What News Shuts in Fellicia Enter Pedro. Pedro. News that distracts us all The General 's mad yonder the Duke of Mataloni has kill'd Cosmo and with the Ring freed both himself and th' Dutchess he 's coming hither with the Prince of Bissignano but in so strange a humour Pedro. All the better get our Friends ready Captain against he cools to drink him up agen and be sure contrive to keep him from sleep I have a little Business now but at night I 'll second ye Pedro. I 'll not fail my part he has not had a Nap this four days nor shan't if Business can hinder Exeunt severally Enter Massainello in a Rage with Bissignano and Guards Mass. Let twenty Cannons fire against the Castle Down with the Houses in Toledo-Street I will not
the Servant of the Dukes hear but his Story no doubt you will be satisfied Mass. Well I will hear him but sure it can't be true Cosm. As true as you shall have the Dutchess here her self within this hour perhaps the Duke too will you believe me then Mass. Oh Iove for her I 'de do or believe any thing Exit with Blowzabella and Ursula Pedro. So he 's wrought rarely three or four full Brimmers I know will fluster him so he 'l quickly forget all his past Promises But will this Fellow that we have hirâ—d stand fast and swear without a Blush Cosm. A Blush Prithee he was bred a Lawyer he knows not what it is Go go away to the Company and be sure you drink him to a pitch this is my time to make a Rape on the others Hah from this Window I can see the Garden where every day they take their Evenings Walks and see by Heaven they 'r yonder the Vice-Queen too this is a Prize indeed and I that always lov'd with Ambition will push my Fortune now Are the Soldiers ready Pedro. All Arm'd at the Castle-Gate Cosm. Farewell wish me good Luck then Exit Cosmo. Pedro. That I will for my own sake how have I fir'd this wild hot-headed Fool to â—eize the Vice-Queen and bring me her Neice that â—weet and tender Bud of Blooming Beauty Must by my heat be made full blown to night My beating Pulse tells me I 'm near delight Exit SCENE II. Enter Aurelia Belleraiza Fellicia Mataloni and Caivano Aurel. This Pleasant Walk so near the Rebels Garrison curse on the Coward Fates we durst not use till late the Truce was made which when I think on tho' the Place be happy and the Sweets of Nature abound here in their Pride Clear Fountains Flowers of Excellent Natures in Arbors twin'd and Sun deâ—ying Coverts tho' all that can delight the sense dwell here yet that disgrace makes it ungrateful to me Mat. The Ills of Fate Madam are no Disgraces but tryals of the virtue of Great Souls had sam'd Aurelia ne'er oppos'd the Darts of Trayterous Fortune her Renown had lessen'd Her life 's swift Sands had then unnoted run Whose Glory now shines brighter than the Sun Bell. Great Souls that so are try'd ought to get Fame for sure they feel Fate 's worst Serenity for what can be more sharp than for Nobility untainted Honour and unconquer'd Courage to stoop perforce to gross Plebeian humour and yield to their Commands whom they despise Aur. That would I never do whilst I had life no with these Hands I would tear out this Tongue rather than let it give a viâ—e Consent to what my Honour told me was Ignoble or should my Eyes give a relenting Glance and seem by base fear to betray my Vertue fir'd with just Anger I should root 'em thence and cast the false Misguiders on the â—loor Fell. She talks and thinks to do as she has said So I think too were I a Captive made At least I tell her that I could death deâ—ye Yet Life 's so sweet I am afraid I lye Aside Aur. Did my Lord tell you he would meet us here Caiv. Madam he did as soon as the Affairs were finished at the Council They expect this Evening a Resignation under Hand and Seal of Massainello's Power and a â—ull Order for the Disbanding of the Rabble Aur. I fear he trusts too much would he were come In the mean timâ— my dear Fellicia let 's see that Sarabrand I love so well They Dance here Then Enter Rushing in Cosmo Pedro and Soldiers Mataloni and Caivano make some Resistance but are overpower'd and taken with Belleraiza and Fellicia Mat. What Friends are you that in the time of Truce dare violate th' late Order by this Outrage Pedro. Such Sir as have so little sense of Order that we are never pleas'd more than to break it Come my young Rose you must prepare for th' Limbeck To Fellicia Cosm. And you Majestick Beauty for a Love so mingled with Ambition your own Soul has not a greater sense on 't Aur. What mean the Villains Oh that a Thunderbolt Cosm. Oh that a Thunderbolt Would fall and clear the Black and Cloudy Air Then we should see the Weather would be fair Fell. Oh tho' you kill me do not hurt my Father he 's old and weak pray pull him not so hard Pedro. For your sake pretty one we 'l use him Civilly Come come Old Sir there 's no resisting To Caivano Caiv. Not one Blow to revenge me Cosm. Bear off the Ladies down to the Felluca and bid the Rowers bring it to the Shore Aur. Away ye Slaves off ye vile Clods of Earth Hah dare ye touch me Then Aid ye Powers above send down your darting â—lames ye Elements blast these vile Wretches with your quickest fires Let fiercest Vengeance Ravishers pursue Burn 'em Oh Burn 'em tho' you Burn me too They are forc'd off Enter Viceroy and Cardinal Vice The Eâ—choing sound that wasted through the Trees to me seem'd like the Cry of Women Card. I could not hear distinctly but must â—onder the Ladieâ— are not here this is the place Page creâ—pâ— out of a Bush. Page Oh my Lord I have the saddest News to teâ—l your Highness that ever Tongue yet utter'd The Vice-Queen and the Ladies accompanied with the Dukes Mataloni and Caivâ—â—o as they were walking here to take the Air were seiz'd on by a Rout of Ruffians and notwithstanding all Resistance and the Cries the Ladies made no Guards oâ— yours being ne'er are â—orâ—'d away by Water Viâ—â—roy hangs down his Head Card. Didst thou know any of ' em Page Not by their Faces But know they came from the Mobb-General's Quarter their Number Looks and Actions so frighted me I crept into a Bush to hide me from ' em Vice Ye Powers that Govern Human Fates below end my curst days this is too much to bear Card. I have not words enough to comfort him my Reason's at a loss with this distress and all Philosophy would work in vain Vice Are all the Stars our foes Oh cruel Fate are all thy Darts devoted to Rebellion And thou the Genius of the wrong'd Nobility that for a Series of Revolving years didst Guard the Honour of our Ancestors where art thou now Oh why dost thou desert us Card. But above all the Guardian of our Naples Divine Genaro our August Protector from thy bright Palace built on Plains of Light accompany'd with dazling Seraphims and Heaven-born Angels who sing Hymns of Joy in Visionary Dreams to sleeping Mortals with Mediating Grace gain Mercy for us and turn these dire Afflictions into Comfort Here the Clouds open and an Apparition of St. Genaro is seen with his Sword drawn He Sings this Song of Comfort and then disappears The SONG WEep no more no longer sigh and groan All Heaven 's angry Darts are thrown A Sacred Councel late was held Above Blest with the Presence of Almighty Jove Where Pardon
but Death if I stay here and 't will be that without thee Dutch Oh name not Death I had forgot that Horror Matal Give Friend your Lord my best Acknowledgment but tell him I 'm resolv'd to stand my Fortune Dutch Not for the World Oh pardon me dear Life my Womanish Folly I had forgot your danger you are proscrib'd to Dâ—e if you are found yet I would keep ye here Oh racking Torture was e'er Misery so truly great as mine Go go my Lord my Doom in those curst Tables is but trivial Imprisonment and perhaps a daily Basting by the Rabble Village Curs or Cold or Hunger matters of nothing but yours is Death my Lord Life's deprivation the full gust of Horror blows with that word upon me endless Woe Despair and all the Miseries of Humanity fall then at once upon my wretched Head And make me that so late implor'd your stay Distracted beg ye now to haste away Matal Great Providence whose all-controlling Will hast for our Crimes sent down this Plague on Naples and mak'st the sparks of bright Nobility lie hid in the vile Ashes of the Rabble behold with pity Beauty in distress with Vertue join'd than that more Charming far Oh let her still thy Care peculiar be And always blest what e'er becomes of me Dutch Oh hear me too thus low with bended Duty I beg the Power that taught us first to Love to look on him most perfect in that Passion and best deserving it in its Perfection To guard his Life Celestial care employ And I shall find all Blessings in my Joy Matal One dear Embrace then and so part She Weeps What yet again Nay I must Chide ye now we both have Pray'd and must not doubt Success Dutch Oh pardon me within my Breast is such a Sea of Sorrow some must o'erflow the Banks I cannot help it Matal I 'll make the Fences stronger with fresh hopes of our quick Meeting and repeated Joy so once more Adieu Sweet Dutch My Life 's sole Joy Farewel Matal Come bear up boldly and now to the fatal Window through which my Brother is already gone unseen by the Blood-hounds that have us in the Wind and stop all other ways and avenues One kind Look more and turn that way Sweet Thus when o'ercome by fierce Diseases power The sad Physician gives his Patient o'er Thus does the Tyrant of our Lives controll And thus divides the Body from the Soul Exeunt The End of the Second Act. ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Perone and Genovino Genov. YOU may believe me Peron And may be abus'd you have not yet enough Sir clear'd your Credit Genov. You shall have further proof my venturous Actions shall henceforth justify my Inclination and back the force of these bold Words which are That from my Heart I loath this Upstart Fellow This headstong Fool this Mushroom Massaniello Peron You say enough but may one trust a Jesuit knowing his Principles Genov. When the trust propos'd relates to his Revenge be sure you may Peron Nay Sir I will be sure for to deal plainly I have not yet been bred with any Candor for Persons of your Order Genov. I believe it and will not stick to say perhaps with reason the People generally have strange Notions of us and you I see are biass'd by Opinion 'T is true Church-Interest and the forward Zeal we use to prop its Power raises uâ— many Enemies some whereof burst into rude and vilifying Terms and in plain words Abuse us Peron Yes indeed I have often heard 'em deal so plainly with ye to say You 're all a pâ—ck of Rogues Genov. Ha ha ha 't is likely but you must know then Sir Captain these were all Sophisters Peron How how Sophisters Genov. Even so you may depend on 't I know it by their word of double meaning for Rogue was meant no more than Polititian a witty Rogue a subtile Rogue a rich Rogue the word is ost mistook but means no harm why Knave 'cause ' tiâ— obsolete is now Corrupted which meant of old a Servant and no more Then Sir as you may be a Knave yet Honest so we two may be Rogues and yet no Villains Peron At this rate this Fellow will make it out that a Son of a Whore may have an honest Woman to his Mother Genov. But come Captain pray be particular a little more What noted Crime are we found guilty of Peron Ah numbers numbers Sir more than your Beads can furnish ye with Prayers to make atonement for but one among the rest most Scandalous they say you 'll set your Penitents a Gaming for Masses for their Souls and that the Fortunate delivering you that still sit by his Winnings has his siâ—s Pardon'd him for his luck at Cribbage Genov. Why look'e as to Penitents dole for Masses truly there may be something in 't and practicable but that we play at Cribbage is a Story our Game is always Putt we know no Cribbage Peron Oh with your Reverence's leave I know you 'll vouch all Games rather than lose the Stakes But come toth ' Point Suppose thou art Sincere in this Affair what 's to be done with Massaniello What shall we Murder him ha Boy Genov. Convey a Bullet cleanly through his Head not Murder him no no that were Undecent Peron Nay nay I know he uses the Church scurvily that is he denies 'em Money and that 's a Damning Sin Genov. Oh past hope of Pardon Peron And if I should Murder him Genov. Why ye should have Absolution the thing is excellent Service but the word grates Peron And what Security for no Betraying Genov. The sacred Word and Honour of the College who all will join in the Confederacy to animate the giddy Hot-brain'd People and in his stead to make you General Come Captain 't is in vain longer to hide your close Design a Jesuit's Head is waking when others are in Dreams we have found out your Correspondence with Carraffa's Faction and know you are Intrigu'd with Mataloni Since then we know this yet make no discovery you see the Danger 's equal therefore may trust let us be Rogues or otherwise 't is no matter Peron And you will bring your Brethren to vouch this Genov. Go with me and be satisfi'd however the World taints us for Treacheries we are true to one another come be Wise resolve on Massaniello's Fall then Rise Peron Well Sir lead on and as I find this real a Throat may soon be Cut. Genov. I ask no more Be then our General and take the Church's Blessing Crosses him Exeunt Enter Massaniello Guarded and Don Tiberio Petitioners waiting with Papers Massan My Lord I lately sent you my Decree have you resolv'd upon 't Don Tib. What Sir to negotiate the Peoples Business Massan With the Vice-Roy yes 't was set down so Don Tib. In what Sir with my Honour I can serve 'em I 'll ne'er reâ—use to do my Country good provided 't is no blemish to Nobility Massan
must suffer for him now I shall bear the better for I expect this Evening a fresh Onset another odious Love-sollicitation and now I am prepar'd Mat. Prepar'd for it how my Impatience burns me I 'll go forward and try her now my self Card. Oh this persidious wiâ—ked faithless Wretch he swore to me and bound it also with solemn Vows and serious Protestations to be the Author of no more vile Actions he promis'd to lay down Arms too and then take up his old Mechanick Occupation but his unbalaâ—c'd Head forgets it thus want of Honour in all base Born Creatures make 'em so little value things so Weighty Dutch Yonder another of his Engines comes Oh how I hate that horrid baneful Face and the more horrid purpose he 's Employ'd in which rather than consent to or be forc'd I 've yet a means left in my power to help me one dear dear Râ—medy I 've yet obtain'd to keep my Faith to my dear Lord and free me Shews the Viol of Poison Card. Take heed best Daughter how you offend the Deity or doubt the aid of Providence by using Violence on your self you have heard self-Murderers Punishment Dutch Oh preach it not good Father Heaven were unmerciful cruel Extent to expect gen'rous Vertue should waâ—t to the last Moment for a Miracle Card. Heaven guard ye sooner I do not doubt it will your Business seems with us Sir what 's your Commission Matal The General expects a private Conference with the Lady the Business is not proper for your Ear my Lord. Card. If 't is a sin Affair as I suspect it is most proper that I should be near with holy Admonitions to prevent it Mat. Prevent the sallies of hot Love my Lord with cold Divinity 't is vain vain Labour good your Grace retire to you Madam I am to tell this News your Lord is Taken and by the General 's Order Dies to Morrow unless to night your beauteous Charms repeal it Dutch Peace horrid Screech-Owle Oh for a Basilisks Eyes to blast the Author of the dreadfulest Tydings that e'er forc'd through the Ear into the Heart Weeps What think ye now My Lord of patient Virtue waiting for Champion Guards sent down from Heaven one Hours delay may cause the brave Intention too late to be effected the Ravisher's coming Hells Gates are open and he rushes in methinks I hear him already no more hope of Divine help then but be sudden Apart Mat. My Lord your Absense will be very requisite Card. My Presence is much more I will not still but with my Bosom bare oppose the worst that Lust and Rage can offer to her Chastity Oh thou bright Mirrour of Celestial goodness thou Pattern in perfection of blest Women think not I e'er will leave thee till I 'm Dead no we 'll both die e'er Villainy shall Prosper then when the Beams of Immortality have raâ—ified this Clod we wear below The glorious Stars of Piety and Love Shall we mount upwards and be fix'd Above Mat. Madam you see the Cardinal 's Old and Obstinate I hope you will consider better Dutch It is it is resolved I 'll do it with a Smile and calm as Infants in a Lethargy and so prevent the Death of that good Man that honest Bishop for he 's one I 'm sure I have consider'd Sir To Mataloni Mat. Now hold my Temper well Madam what 's the result Dutch Why Sir Extremity conquers all Resolves my Husband's Death and my own Misery are things of Weight pray take aside the Cardinal and mould him but to give me Absolution only to satisfie a scrupulous Conscience and then I 'll give an Answer satisfactory Mat. Tho that dire Answer gives me Life or Death my fatal Curiosity must hear it A word my Lord Goes to the Cardinal then she pulls out the Viol. Dutch Now aid me Love ye Powers that value Honour strengthen my Heart and Hand Is preparing to drink Card. Away hold noblest Daughter daâ—h the Poison down famish Despair still let us trust to Providence Mat. Hah the Poison Almighty Powers what had I like to have done Oh thou sweet Angel Rushes to Embrace Dutch Stand off blackest Devil She pushes him back Mat. Off my Disguise Oh let thy sight be free whilst to thy panting Heart I give thy Husband thy Love thy Mataloni Dutch Mataloni Is 't possible Oh thou Extream of Joy Embraces him eagerly Mat. My Wife my Soul my dearest Belleraiza forgive my late Curiosity which but for this good Lord's preventing it had damn'd me past Redemption Oh thou best of Women Card. This is th' exactest work of Providence The sacred Grace was here ev'n to a Miracle Mat. How I 've adventur'd and what Dangers pass'd I 'll tell at better leasure let it suffice now this Ring gives means for your delivery which we 'll this Instant put in Execution Dutch New Joy so crowds my Heart I cannot bear it Mat. Hark'e some body 's coming sure Mat. 'T is so here 's th' Secretary hah and that Villain Jesuit that broac'd the late Conspiracy stand still my Love I 'll get but th' Wind of 'em and then we are safe enough Goes behind the Door Enter Rock and Genovino Rock Look'e they 're together still I think the Devil 's in these Cardinals when once they get a Woman into their Clutches they 'll never let her go Genov. Why Sir I hope you don't doubt but we can distinguish Blessings Sir of which a Woman is not I think the meanest when she is Beautiful and Kind which this must be through meer necessity she knows she 's in the Trap. Mat. And so are you good Pole-cat and your Fellow Vermin there draws Genov. Horror who is 't I see the Duke of Mataloni Rock The Devil Mat. Stir not a Foot Villains for if you do your Souls follow the Motion and tho your Crimes deserve immediate Hell yet from the noble hand of Mataloni thus grovelling down your baseness keeps ye safe Come my fair Love and my most honoured Father this is our happy Moment let 's pursue it On my Disguise once more and in my Chamber I 've one for thee my Blessing then through the Guards we 'll haste to th' Vice-Roy's Castle and leave those lock'd up close to plot new Mischief They lock Rock and Genov. Card. Heaven's Care admir'd Mataloni go lead on in then Exeunt Dutch Thus does just Heav'n atone for cares of Life With the best Husband Mat. And most Charming Wife Rock We have made a rare hand on 't a Plague on your Mouse-trap you ominous Vermin let 's see now if you can Conjure us out here let 's hear your Sophistry break open the Lock there with a Pox t'e Genov. I might as well Curse your dull Pate Sir Scribler to let a slight Disguise out-Wit ye thus how came he into Trust Rock Why the Devil ow'd me a spight I brought him to the General first 't is true mistaking him for a Banditto and finding
both sides Sealed and Ratifiâ—d Mass. I 'll hear no more of trifling Business now my Head contains a Tempest my Brain burns fiercer than AEtna or Vesuvius's Mounts I 'm mad with Rage and therefore let all Nature like me be in Confusion he that speaks of Order and discretion in Affairs is my Foe my hour shall be Mankind's and in that moment when I Wisely act let them be struck with endless Lethargy am I not here Supream I am and yet my Soul Wishâ—s to Sway the rest and that the Globe obey'd my Will I would confine the Winds stop the due course of Seas and make the Sun influence the World by my peculiar Order but since that cannot be let this suffice That with a Nod vast Legions I Command And from Tyrannick Yoaks have freed the Groaning Land Pedro. My Lord You must not mind what he says now Exit Massaniello Love Anger and Claret have made him at present a little out of Order but you shall see he 'll quickly come to himself again Bart. He talks none of the Wisest now 't is true but for all that I 'll wage a fat Bullock against one of thy Sacks of Meal Neighbour that he goes to Church as soberly to Morrow as the Cardinal himself Iacom. Oh no doubt on 't no doubt on 't Scip. Where 's Valasco I warrant now his Master 's gone to be Hang'd that poor Rascal will be out at Elbows agen Gasp. Ay and out at heels too if thou out of thy Noble Compassion do'st not help to mend him Cobler Don Tib. Well Friends you 'll put the General in mind then you know 't is a Business of Concern Iacom. We will we will my Lord. Don Tib. He has sworn to lay down Arms and yet I doubt him for Power like nâ—w Wine in so young a Head may well intoxicate and turn the Brain yet not to do 't ushers his certain Ruin for let Rebellion revel for a while and by th' Almighty's Suffrage plagâ—e a Kingdom there will be yet an hour mark'd out for Vengeance this then I Prophecy for Massaniello Though high on Fortune's Wheel he 's seated now A time soon comes when he must fall as low Curtain falls The End of the First Part. THe First and Second Collections of Mr. D'urfey's Comical Songs Printed for Henry Playford at his Shop in the Temple-Change Fleet-street and sold at most Musick-Shops in Town THE FAMOUS History and Fall OF MASSAINELLO OR A FISHERMAN A PRINCE The Second PART Written by Mr. DURFEY LONDON Printed for I. Nutt near Stationers-Hall 1699. PROLOGUE to the Second Part. AS some stale Luckless Misâ—ress of the Town With former Lovers out of Favour grown Tries Art in vain new Appetite to raise And bring into fresh Play her slighted Face In such forlorn condition now are Plays The Muses Grace no longer can perswade We find their Beauty or your Taste decay'd The Season too our Interest does oppose Warm Weather and May-Fair are Martial Foes For whilst th' Great at th' Park in Coaches Loll And Dames of humbler Fortunes foot the Mall And Citts divert themselves at Miller's Droll We strut alas who cease no Pains nor Care To empty Boxes and to Benches bare Hear what a Dismal sound from Hollow Walls Fills our sad Ears when a fierce Hero bawls Thus when y' are absent our own Knells we Toll And loss of you is our departed Soul Hard Fate too that the Sun that brings us Flowers And cheers the Nation round with Genial Powers Should to all Harvests be a friend but ours Yet thus it is when as their Zeal's inclin'd To praise his Beams we pray for Rain and Wind In Rain to Marrobone no Bowler goes And Wind the Ladies from the Circle blows But when the Sun shines cleâ—r then all are fled Whilst we like Cattle in a Parch'd-up Mead Condemn'd to one poor Barren spot of Ground Run to next Covert where cool Draughts are found There chew the Cud our Audience turn'd away And drink to better Fortune the next day This your hard usage oft has forc'd us to You will not sure such Rigour always shew Our Second Part needs must indulge your Taste 'T is th' Rebels Fall much shorter too than th' Last Let a regard to both your Humour sway Let some be for the Park some for the Play As for you Bowling Sparks can you find here No other sport as good this time â—'th ' Year Is Side-Box quite forgot and the Masqu'd Dear Nay then we must despair we shall prevail All Hopes are gone when Wit and Womâ—n fail DRAMATIS PERSONA DON Rodrigo Pons de Leon Viceroy of Naples and Duke of Arcos Don Tiberio Prince of Bissignano Guiseppe Duke de Caivano Cardinal Fillomarino Archbishop of Naples Duke di Mataloni  Massainello General of the Neapolitans Pedro di Amalfi His Brother a Ruffian Pimponio A Villain and Parasite but Witty and Comical Gentleman-Usher to Blowzabella Cosmo and Pietro Two Young Lewd Fellows Companions to Massainello WOMEN Dona Aurelia The Vice-Queen Dona Beleraiza Dutchess of Mataloni Dona Felliâ—ia Daughter to the Duke di Caivano and her Niece Blowzabella Wife to Massainello Ursula Her Woman Suitors Musicians Masquers Singers Dancers and Attendants The Scene Naples the Time Four Days THE FAMOUS History and Fall OF MASSAINELLO ACT I. SCENE I. Viceroy Caivano Cardinal Mataloni Vice STILL does Heaven's Anger reign still is poor Naples crush'd by the weight of proud Rebellious Power Nature and the whole Face of Things are alter'd and seem to yield the sway to Mad Confusion Yet in the Hurry of our strange Misfortunes methinks I feel a spark of Joy my Lord * To Mataloni to see you safe and having heard your Story at once rejoyce and wonder Mat. I humbly thank your Highness and declare amongst the Plunder of the Harassed Nobles tho' I have felt the worst Barbarity Rebels could act or Malice make inveterate Yet my relieving my dear Belleraiza tho' my â—nnatural Brother lost his Life for 't has clearly wip'd off Fortune's Injuries and made me once more happy Caiv. And to Parallel your Joy my Lord let me exert my own I have a Daughter dear to me as Health or the Life-blood that warms my Aged Heart Train'd up in good by an Indulgent Mother and ever since Kind Vertuous and Obedient she by your timely notice Scap'd from Outrage and e're the Horrour of my Houses Burning was sav'd with me to bless you for the Deed. Card. Almighty Powers what horrid sounds are these Plunder and Burnings are the dismal Knels that Toll perpetually Black Horrour Revels and Ruin Triumphs in the Streets of Naples whil'st in the Viceroy's watry downcast Eyes we read the baleful Tidings of Distress But yet my Lord we must not drink Despair that Draught let me throw by and dash the Goblet urg'd by the Fiends to hinder future Blessings Vice No my Good Lord my Courage is my Antidote against Despair and keeps the Poyson from me yet to a
Pimp Ay ay 't is done my Lord any thing in the world Egad now things go so rarely Mass. Let that Old Signiour be confin'd particularly I hear he 's good at Plotting Fell. Ah let me go with my Father I beseech ye Look in my Face believe I am no Plotter I know not what is wrong much less can do it Pedro. So much the better you can do something else that is as sitting for ye you are my Charge you sha'not want your Father Pimp Ah happy Miss the Major will take a great deal of Care of ye therefore dont be a Child don't cry the Major will take a huge deal of Care of ye Pedro Carries Her out Fell. Oh Father Aunt Oh Heaven help help help Ped. carries her out Caiv. This Blow must reach my heart Fate thou hast done thy worst Exit Caivano Pimp Come come old Gentleman I 'll see you fast enough now will there come fifty Duckets at least for a good Lodging rare rare times rare Aur. Death and Confusion Can the Sun yet shine such Villanies as these methinks should darken it blot out all Nature and return old Chaos into its Primitive nothing Oh may all Curses Mass. and Aur. walk Angerly up and down the Stage Mass. Curse on curse on a Woman when she Curses makes still a Blessing follow Aur. Why am I left thou Devil Mass. For the Devil for I intend â—hou shalt Blaspheme so much that he shall fetch thee Headlong Aur. What! and thou stand by thy Goary Paws reeking in Blood of Nobles Is there a Morsel through all the Shambles of Dam'd Reprobates so proper for his Diet as thy self thou that from Infancy wert Hell's half-blood and since still Train'd ' amongst the Infernal Brood To Beelzebub himself of Kin so near Thou 'lt hardly change thy Nature wâ—â—n thou' rt there Mass. I chuse an ill one because early taughâ— A Man's good Nature makes a Woman naught Copying their Mischiefs I my own pursue And th' nearer to a Devil the nearer you Aur. Thou art as near it as the thing will bear Search Hell a Rebel is the greatest there But thus to play the Dilatory Fiend to Teaze me all this while with thy curst Figure and not bring forth the Rack the Wheel the Torture Poyson or Sword to ease me from thy self the worst and most infective Plague of all is the curst Quintessence of Cruelty â—nd I grow Mad with my Despair Mass. 'T is reasonabâ—e I am Mad too and so are all my People the Times are Mad we should be in the fashion But now I think on 't I wiâ—l ask a Question and if your Rage can stop answer me Were I your Prisoner as you now are mine How would you use me Aur. I must answer calmly Mass. As your fierce Nature will permit Aur. Thus then as calmly as the Seas wild Surges Speaks Raging Roar when Stormy Winds oppose 'em I would kill thee To ask a Woman choaking for Revenge how she would use hâ—r most Inveterate Enemy Impertinent Fool why I would kill thy Soul if I could reach it too but for thy Body it should be burnt with Pincers thy Heart cut out and after torn in Pieces with Wild Horses till there was not the bigness of a Finger to shew the Pattern of a Horrid Villain But trod and mash'd o'er all the odious frame And Pounded to the Dunghill whence it came There 's calmly for ye Now what 's my Doom Mass. Your Liberty What neither Fawning Prayers nor Tears could purchase this frank Confession has obtain'd y' are free Conduct her through the Guards to th' Viceroy's Castle I do 't to shew ye I fear Threats so little that I dare all your Power to defeat me and now resolve I will maintain my own because I think it becomes me Aur. So Sir and tho' I have my Life on these conditions yet I will take it to contrive thy Ruin which like a Sybil I do Prophesie shall be perform'd as late I â—ention'd it Mass. If our Blest Stars kind Influence afford I 'll Court no Stars or Planets but my Sword Exeunt Severally ACT IV. SCEN. I. Mataloni and Belleraiza in Prison Bell. ONE Minute more and then the Fatal Message Tolls our sad Separation Sure two Hearts fast joyn'd by Love and fram'd for one another ne'er felt a weighty violence like ours Indifference gains its point and has its ease the Days and Nights are worn away in Pleasures but to be passionate in Love is deadly Dire Fate resolves grown envious of our Bliss to rob us of the Paradise of each other Mat. Yet this were nothing could we die together could our winged Spirits like two friendly Turtles fly to the Mansions of the Blest above and there together coo our Mutual Love Who would not leave this Tottering Tenement this Hovel Life with Joy to change so Richly Bell. Nay we must die together my dear Lord our Lives are one and when yours ceases Action you may assure your self mine is no more Mat. But I alas am doom'd to Death more cruel than what Tormenters give the common way to leave thee here to bear their Barbarous Usage leave the dear Beauty which once blest my Life with Raptures of true Pleasure to be sullied Grasp'd and prophan'd by Insolent Brutality and tho' I know thy Vertue ne'er will yield 't is double death to think on thy distress Bell. Yield no no I hope my Dearest is confirm'd in that nor had I suffer'd late that nauseous Rebel to touch my Hand but for your sake my Lord I knew my Face had charm'd his Brutal Soul and that by soft'ning his Barbarity I could get means thus to enjoy your Company which else had been impossible Mat. I know it and thank thee for this Blessing Embraces Her it procur'd me Besides I 've had more favour from the Monster a Servant of my own allotted me to do my prâ—vate business and such a business I 've employ'd him in Oh Belleraiza Bell. Speak out my Lord in Belleraiza's Bosom all Secrets are secure Mat. Canst thou endure the odious Infamy that I should turn base Pander Bell. I hate a Pander Mat. That that 's the meaning of this Upstart's kindness believing I 'll promote his Bestial Love to my dear Belleraiza Bell. Horrid Wretch curs'd Hell-hound Mat. Now if I find the means though 't be by death to free us both from this Extream of Misery ' will my sweet Love consent Bell. With better will than ever miserable condemn'd Captive accepted freedom Enter Servant with Dagger Mat. See the tryal comes So hast thou succeeded well Serv. I have my Lord tho' with some little hazard of my Life being search'd by the Out-guards but naming the Dutchess they discharg'd me presently and there 's the effects of your Commands Mat. 'T is well done withdraw a while Exit Servant See here my Love this was the business meant to buy this Dagger Canst thou not guess the use on 't Bell. I
Gâ—ashing Teeth and quake 1 Fury He may chance to find mercy who quaffs a full Bowl 2 Fury And the Whore-master too may make friends for â—is Soul 3 Fury But the Rebel unpardon'd for ever shall howl Chorus of all He may chance c. Then a Dance at the End of which Death and the Hangman come and seize on Pimpwell and Blowzabella and the Devil on Ursula and the rest Exeunt Pimp I warrant that 's a troublesome Fellow Blowz. Eyh Eyh What would the Raw-bon'd Rascal have Oh hideous Hands off Sirrah Was ever such an Abuse Serv. 'T is part of the Entertainment Madam you must go with him Blowz. Go with him I 'll see the Devil have him first Ursul. And his Dam the t'other here Hands off Sirrah you 'l grow sawcy presently Pimp And what would you have with me ye Impudent Rascal D' ee see how you soil my Coat To the Hangman Serv. Oh he has a Halter Sir will cure ye of all Fashions presently In short Goody Fishwife the Villain your Husband 's dead and yours Madam will be presently therefore all ye have to console upon is to hang decently by one another But first that you may die in your right Stations kneel there and pay your Homage Blowz. Ah Treason Treason where are my Guards Pimp Help help there I 'm a Lord Good People Serv. Ye Lye ye are a Pimp ye Rogue they must Guard ye to the Gallows Aur. What can your Mightynesses bow so low you that so late could dash at the Nobility and kick your Kennel-dirt up in their Faces Hah can you Truckle now ye Groveling Slaves y' are in your right Stations low as your Parent-clod Then throw their hated Carcasses on Dunghills drag 'em to death at last the hour is come tho' long expected which my indulgent Genius did reserve to gratifie the labour of my Soul for all its Torments during this Rebellion Mean Souls when wrong'd mean Satisfaction take The great can only be with Blood repaid And Death the least Attonement can be made Exit Aur. Enter Viceroy Mataloni Cardinal Bissignano Aurelâ—a and Guards Mat. Oh how the Slaves can Truckle when they find how the Tide runs against ' em Vice My â—ord Cardinal your Eminence was in the Market-place How did thâ—y rellish my first Proclamation Card. Just as all Rabble do in Turns of Times those that but two days past would have stemm'd Torreâ—ts 〈◊〉 to the mouth oâ— a new mounted Cannon and â—inger'd eve◠〈…〉 Now when they heard his Death and found the Tide turn laid present hold upon your Act of Grace and were so far from naming him as General that they even rent their Throats with this loud cry Long live the King and our most Noble Viceroy Biss. Nay more no sooner had they seen his Body as it lay dead but with Impetuous Fury they chopt his Head off first and next his Hands and on a Poll exalted them in view then dragg'd the Trunk with Horses through the Streets Bell. Ador'd be St. Genaro and the Powers that to their former Glory have restor'd Abandon'd Naples and its Ancient Peace But letting Gratitude peculiar move At once being blest with Liberty and Love Shout within Vice They now even offend me with their Zeal making the Prospect of my Palace hâ—re their place of Execution Open that Folding-door and you may see the Reward of dire Rebellion Here the SCENE Opens and discovers the Trunk of Massainello â—eadless and Handless dragg'd by Horses his Head and Hands fastned to a Pole with an Inscription and behind these the Bodies of Blowzabella Pedro and Pietro Hanging upon Gibbets Card. A dreadful Sight Yet bears it a good Moral Discovering the vain state of Worldly Greatness And what a slippery way he treads that chuses The Path of vain Ambition wanting Power To keep the great Resolves to which he swore Had Massainello when he Sign'd the Articles Renounc'd his Sway and modestly retir'd The Action past so Great so Beneficial Would almost have Atton'd for his Rebellion He had deserv'd a Golden Statue rais'd To keep his â—ame to perpetuity But his Ambition blinding his weak Eyes Turn'd his hâ—t Brain and brâ—ke the Reins of Reason The Moâ—al to all Rebels doth â—â—long They may a while but cannot prosper long And â—eaven's use of 'em is thus made known First to â—urge others Crimes and last their own Exâ—unâ— EPILOGUE FOR Miss CAMPIAN DRess'd in the Fashion that I now appear My Spanish Garb and loose dishevel'd Hair A Gay Town-Spark one of the Toasting Gang Iust now came to me and thus made Harangue Madam says he and straight I found by this He thought 't would Anger me to call me Miss Your part of being ravish'd Ma'm says he Has stop'd my Vitals quite quite â—â—â—vish'd me Pray let me kiss your Hand Oh fye Sir no Nay Pish cry'd I and put him by just so Yet thank'd him that he lik'd my Part to day Burn me says he I like you Damn the Play Then mutter'd something softly in my Ear Something of Hundreds setling by the Year I colour'd like a Rose and trembled too For Heaven knows for 'em what I was to do But taking heart I angry answer'd thus What mean ye Sir d' ee take me for Miss A certain Lady we have lately lost And at that word finding he 'd make more pother I started up and said I 'd call my Mother At that says he and as he spoke it smil'd Why sure you wont you wont be such a Child There 's none but Babies let their Mothers know I was asham'd that he should think me so We love the Childish scandal to prevent To be thought fit altho' wâ— don't consent So much confus'd I left him this Relation I leave for you Sirs to make Application If you forsake our Plays and I am slighted You see at least I one way may be righted Young as I am Knight-Errant can provide That me to Paris will on Cock-horse guide FINIS * St. Genaro Recorded Protector of Naples