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A14872	The tragedy of the Dutchesse of Malfy As it was presented priuatly, at the Black-Friers; and publiquely at the Globe, by the Kings Maiesties Seruants. The perfect and exact coppy, with diuerse things printed, that the length of the play would not beare in the presentment. VVritten by Iohn Webster.; Duchess of Malfi	Webster, John, 1580?-1625?	1623 (1623)	STC 25176; ESTC S119591	52,174	102

her and me They neuer dreame of Del. The Lord Ferdinand Is going to bed Ferd. I 'll instantly to bed For I am weary I am to be be-speake A husband for you Duch. For me Sir 'pray who is 't Ferd. The great Count Malateste Duch. Fie vpon him A Count he 's a meere sticke of sugar-candy You may looke quite thorough him when I choose A husband I will marry for your honour Ferd. You shall do well in 't How is 't worthy Antonio Duch. But Sir I am to haue priuate conference with you About a scandalous report is spread Touching mine honour Ferd. Let me be euer deafe to 't One of Pasquils paper-bullets court calumney A pestilent ayre which Princes pallaces Are seldome purg'd off Yet say that it were true I powre it in your bosome my fix'd loue Would strongly excuse extenuate nay deny Faults where they apparant in you Goe be safe In your owne innocency Duch. Oh bless'd comfort This deadly aire is purg'd Exeunt Ferd. Her guilt treads on Hot burning cultures Now Bosola How thriues our intelligence Bos. Sir vncertainly 'T is rumour'd she hath had three bastards but By whom we may go read i' th' Starres Ferd. Why some Hold opinion all things are written there Bos. Yes if we could find Spectacles to read them I do suspect there hath bin some Sorcery Vs'd on the Duchesse Ferd. Sorcery to what purpose Bos. To make her doate on some desertles fellow She shames to acknowledge Ferd. Can your faith giue way To thinke there 's powre in potions or in Charmes To make vs loue whether we will or no Bos. Most certainely Ferd. A way these are meere gullcries horred things Inuented by some cheating mounte-banckes To abuse vs Do you thinke that hearbes or charmes Can force the will Some trialls haue bin made In this foolish practise but the ingredients Were lenatiue poysons such as are of force To make the patient mad and straight the witch Sweares by equiuocation they are in loue The witch-craft lies in her rancke bood this night I will force confession from her You told me You had got within these two dayes a false key Into her Bed-chamber Bos. I haue Ferd. As I would wish Bos. What doe you intend to doe Ferd. Can you ghesse Bos. No Ferd. Doe not aske then He that can compasse me and know my drifts May say he hath put a girdle 'bout the world And sounded all her quick-sands Bos. I doe not Thinke so Ferd. What doe you thinke then pray Bos. That you are Your owne Chronicle too much and grosly Flatter your selfe Ferd. Giue me thy hand I thanke thee I neuer gaue Pention but to flatterers Till I entertained thee farewell That Friend a Great mans ruine strongely checks Who railes into his beliefe all his defects Exeunt SCENA II. Dutchesse Antonio Cariola Ferdinand Bosola Officers Dutch Bring me the Casket hither and the Glasse You get no lodging here to night my Lord Ant. Indeed I must perswade one Duch. Very good I hope in time 't will grow into a custome That Noble men shall come with cap and knee To purchase a nights lodging of their wiues Ant. I must lye here Dutch Must you are a Lord of Misse-rule Ant. Indeed my Rule is onely in the night Dutch To what vse will you put me Ant. Wee 'll sleepe together Dutch Alas what pleasure can two Louers find in sleepe Car. My Lord I lye with her often and I know She 'll much disquiet you Ant. See you are complain'd of Car. For she 's the sprawlingst bedfellow Ant. I shall like her the better for that Car. Sir shall I aske you a question Ant. I pray thee Cariola Car. Wherefore still when you lie with my Lady Doe you rise so early Ant. Labouring men Count the Clocke oftnest Cariola Are glad when their task 's ended Duch. I 'll stop your mouth Ant. Nay that 's but one Venus had two soft Doues To draw her Chariot I must haue another When wilt thou marry Cariola Car. Neuer my Lord Ant. O fie vpon this single life forgoe it We read how Daphne for her peeuish slight Became a fruitlesse Bay-tree Sirinx turn'd To the pale empty Reede Anaxarate Was frozen into Marble whereas those Which married or prou'd kind vnto their friends Were by a gracious influence transhap'd Into the Oliffe Pomgranet Mulbery Became Flowres precious Stones or eminent Starres Car. This is a vaine Poetry but I pray you tell me If there were propos'd me Wisdome Riches and Beauty In three seuerall young men which should I choose Ant. 'T is a hard question This was Paris case And he was blind in 't and there was great cause For how was 't possible he could iudge right Hauing three amorous Goddesses in view And they starcke naked 't was a Motion Were able to be-night the apprehention Of the seueerest Counsellor of Europe Now I looke on both your faces so well form'd It puts me in mind of a question I would aske Car. What is 't Ant. I doe wonder why hard-fauour'd Ladies For the most part keepe worse-fauour'd waieting women To attend them and cannot endure faire-ones Duch. Oh that 's soone answer'd Did you euer in your life know an ill Painter Desire to haue his dwelling next doore to the shop Of an excellent Picture-maker 't would disgrace His face-making and vndoe him I pre-thee When were we so merry my haire tangles Ant. 'Pray-thee Cariola let 's steale forth the roome And let her talke to her selfe I haue diuers times Seru'd her the like when she hath chafde extreamely I loue to see her angry softly Cariola Exeunt Duch. Doth not the colour of my haire 'gin to change When I waxe gray I shall haue all the Court Powder their haire with Arras to be like me You haue cause to loue me I entred you into my heart Before you would vouchsafe to call for the keyes We shall one day haue my brothers take you napping Me thinkes his Presence being now in Court Should make you keepe your owne Bed but you 'll say Loue mixt with feare is sweetest I 'll assure you You shall get no more children till my brothers Consent to be your Ghossips haue you lost your tongue 't is welcome For know whether I am doomb'd to liue or die I can doe both like a Prince Ferdinand giues her a ponyard Ferd. Die then quickle Vertue where art thou hid what hideous thing Is it that doth eclipze thee Duch. 'Pray sir heare me Ferd. Or is it true thou art but a bare name And no essentiall thing Duch. Sir Ferd. Doe not speake Duch. No sir I will plant my soule in mine cares to heare you Ferd. Oh most imperfect light of humaine reason That mak'st so vnhappy to fore see What we can least preuent Pursue thy wishes And glory in them there 's in shame no comfort But to be past all bounds and sence of shame Duch. I pray sir heare me I am married Ferd. So Duch. Happily not

THE TRAGEDY OF THE DVTCHESSE Of Malfy As it was Presented priuatly at the Black-Friers and publiquely at the Globe By the Kings Maiesties Seruants The perfect and exact Coppy with diuerse things Primed that the length of the Play would not beare in the Presentment VVritten by Iohn Webster Hora. Si quid Candidus Imperti si non his vtere mecum LONDON Printed by NICHOLAS OKES for IOHN WATERSON and are to be sold at the signe of the Crowne in Paules Church yard 1623 The Actors Names Bosola I. Lowin Ferdinand 1 R. Burbidge 2 I. Taylor Cardinall 1 H. Cundaile 2 R Robinson Antonio 1 W Ostler 2 R. Benfeild Delio I. Vnderwood Forobosco N. Towley Malateste The Marquesse of Pescara I. Rice Siluio T. Pollard The seuerall mad men N. Towley I. Vnderwood c. The Dutchesse R. Sharpe The Cardinals Mis. I. Tomson The Doctor R Pallant Cariola R Pallant Court Officers R Pallant Three young Children Two Pilgrimes TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE GEORGE HARDING Baron Barkeley of Barkeley Castle and Knight of the Order of the Bathe To the Illustrious Prince CHARLES My Noble Lord THAT I may present my excuse why being a stranger to your Lordshippe I offer this Poem to your Patronage I plead this warrant Men who neuer saw the Sea yet desire to behold that regiment of waters choose some eminent Riuer to guide them thither and make that as it were their Conduct or Postilion By the like ingenious meanes has your fame arriued at my knowledge receiuing it from some of worth who both in contemplation and practise owe to your Honor their clearest service I do not altogether looke vp at your Title The ancien'st Nobility being but a rellique of time past and the truest Honor indeede beeing for a man to conferre Honor on himselfe which your Learning striues to propagate and shall make you arriue at the Dignity of a great Example I am confident this worke is not vnworthy your Honors perusal for by such Poems as this Poets haue kist the hands of Great Princes and drawne their gentle eyes to looke downe vpon their sheetes of paper when the Poets themselues were bound vp in their winding-sheetes The like curtesie from your Lordship shall make you liue in your graue and laurell spring out of it when the ignorant scorners of the Muses that like wormes in Libraries seeme to liue onely to destroy learning shall wither neglected and forgotten This worke and my selfe I humbly present to your approued censure It being the vtmost of my wishes to haue your Honorable selfe my weighty and perspicuous Comment which grace so done me shall euer be acknowledged By your Lordships in all duty and Obseruance Iohn Webster In the iust VVorth of that well Deseruer Mr. IOHN WEBSTER and Vpon this Maister-peece of Tragedy IN this Thou imitat'st one Rich and Wise That sees His Good Deedes done before he dies As He by Workes Thou by this Worke of Fame Ha'st well prouided for thy Liuing Name To trust to others Honorings is Worth's Crime Thy Monument is rais'd in thy Life Time And 't is most iust for euery Worthy Man Is his owne Marble and his Merit can Cut Him to any Figure and expresse More Art then Deaths Cathedrall Pallaces Where Royall Ashes keepe their Court thy Note Be euer Plainnes 't is the Richest Coate Thy Epitaph onely the Title hee Write Dutchesse that will fetch a teare for thee For who e're saw this Dutchesse liue and dye That could get off vnder a Bleeding Eye In Tragaediam Vt Lux ex Tenebris ictu percussa TONANTIS Illa Ruina Malis claris fit Vita Poetis Thomas Middletonus Poëta Chron Londinensis To his friend Mr. Iohn Webster Vpon his Dutchesse of Malfy I Neuer saw thy Dutchesse till the day That She was liuely body'd in thy Play How'ere she answer'd her low rated Loue Her brothers anger did so far all prooue Yet my opinion is she might speeke more But neuer in her life so well before WIL ROVVLEY To the Reader of the Authour and his Dutchesse of Malfy CRowne Him a Poet whom nor Rome nor Greece Transcend in all their's for a Master-peece In which whiles words and matter change and Men Act one another Hee from whose cleare Pen They All tooke life To Memory hath lent A lasting Fame to raise his Monument IOHN FORD Actus Primus Scena Prima Antonio and Delio Bosola Cardinali Delio YOv are wel-come to your Country deere Antonio You haue bin long in France and you returne A very formall French-man in your habit How doe you like the French Court Ant. I admire it In seeking to reduce both State and People To a fix'd Order there iuditious King Begins at home Quits first his Royall Pallace Of flattring Sicophants of dissolute And infamous persons which he sweetely termes His Masters Master-peece the worke of Heauen Considring duely that a Princes Court Is like a common Fountaine whence should flow Pure siluer-droppes in generall But if 't chance Some curs'd example poyson 't neere the head Death and diseases through the whole land spread And what is 't makes this blessed gouernment But a most prouident Councell who dare freely Informe him the corruption of the times Though some o th' Court hold it presumption To instruct Princes what they ought to doe It is a noble duety to informe them What they ought to fore-see Here comes Bosola The onely Court-Gall yet I obserue his rayling Is not for simple loue of Piety Indeede he rayles at those things which he wants Would be as leacherous couetous or proud Bloody or enuious as any man If he had meanes to be so Here 's the Cardinall Bos. I doe haunt you still Car. So Bos. I haue done you Better seruice than to be slighted thus Miserable age where onely the reward Of doing well is the doing of it Car. You inforce your merrit to-much Bos. I fell into the Gallies in your seruice Where for two yeares together I wore two Towells in stead of A shirt with a knot on the shoulder after the fashion of a Romaine Mantle Slighted thus I will thriue some way Black-birds fatten best in hard weather why not I In these dogge dayes Car. Would you could become honest Bos. With all your diuinity do but direct me the way to it I Haue knowne many trauell farre for it and yet returne as Arrant knaues as they went forth because they carried Themselues alwayes along with them Are you gon Some fellowes they say are possessed with the diuell But this great fellow were able to possesse the greatest Diuell and make him worse Ant. He hath denied thee some suit Bos. He and his brother are like Plum-trees that grow crooked Ouer standing-pooles they are rich and ore-laden with Fruite but none but Crowes Pyes and Catter-pillers feede On them Could I be one of their flattring Panders I Would hang on their eares like a horse-leach till I were full an Then droppe off I pray leaue me Who wold

patientst man 'i th' world Match me for an experiment and I 'll crawle after Like a sheepe-biter Card. Force him vp Ferd. Vse me well you were best What I haue don I haue don I 'll confesse nothing Doctor Now let me come to him Are you mad My Lord are you out of your Princely wits Ferd. What 's he Pesc. Your Doctor Ferd. Let me haue his beard saw'd off and his eye Browes fil'd more ciuill Doct. I must do mad trickes with him For that 's the onely way on 't I haue brought Your grace a Salamanders skin to keepe you For sun-burning Ferd. I haue cruell sore eyes Doct. The white of a Cockatrixes-egge is present remedy Ferd. Let it be a new layd one you were best Hide me from him Phisitians are like Kings They brooke no contradiction Doct. Now he begins to feare me Now let me alone with him Card. How now put off your gowne Doct. Let me haue some forty vrinalls fill'd with Rose-water He and I 'll go pelt one an other with them Now he begins to feare me Can you fetch a friske sir Let him go let him go vpon my perrill I finde by his eye he stands in awe of me I 'll make him as tame as a Dormouse Ferd. Can you fetch your friskes sir I will stamp him into a Cullice Flea off his skin to couer one of the Anatomies This rogue hath set i' th' cold yonder in Barber-Chyrurgeons hall Hence hence you are all of you like beasts for sacrifice There 's nothing left of you but tongue and belly Flattery and leachery Pes. Doctor he did not feare you throughly Doct. True I was somewhat too forward Bos. Mercy vpon me what a fatall iudgement Hath falne vpon this Ferdinand Pes. Knowes your grace What accident hath brought vnto the Prince This strange distraction Card. I must faigne somewhat Thus they say it grew You haue heard it rumor'd for these many yeares None of our family dies but there is seene The shape of an old woman which is giuen By tradition to vs to haue bin murther'd By her Nephewes for her riches Such a figure One night as the Prince sat vp late at 's booke Appear'd to him when crying out for helpe The gentlemen of 's chamber found his grace All on a cold sweate alter'd much in face And language Since which apparition He hath growne worse and worse and I much feare He cannot liue Bos. Sir I would speake with you Pes. We 'll leaue your grace Wishing to the sicke Prince our noble Lord All health of minde and body Card. You are most welcome Are you come so this fellow must not know By any meanes I had intelligence In our Duchesse death For though I counsell'd it The full of all th' ingagement seem'd to grow From Ferdinand Now sir how fares our sister I do not thinke but sorrow makes her looke Like to an oft-di'd garment She shall now Tast comfort from me why do you looke so wildely Oh the fortune of your master here the Prince Deiects you but be you of happy comfort If you 'll do on thing for me I 'll entreate Though he had a cold tombe-stone ore his bones I 'll'd make you what you would be Bos. Any thing Giue it me in a breath and let me slie to 't They that thinke long small expedition win For musing much o' th' end cannot begin Jul. Sir will you come in to Supper Card. I am busie leaue me Iul. What an excellent shape hath that fellow Exit Card. 'T is thus Antonio lurkes here in Millaine Enquire him out and kill him while he liues Our sister cannot marry and I haue thought Of an excellent match for her do this and stile me Thy aduancement Bos. But by what meanes shall I find him out Card. There is a gentleman call'd Delio Here in the Campe that hath bin long approu'd His loyall friend Set eie vpon that fellow Follow him to Masse may be Antonio Although he do account religion But a Schoole-name for fashion of the world May accompany him or else go enquire out Delio's Confessor and see if you can bribe Him to reueale it there are a thousand wayes A man might find to trace him As to know What fellowes haunt the Iewes for taking vp Great summes of money for sure he 's in want Or else to go to th' Picture-makers and learne Who brought her Picture lately some of these Happily may take Bos. Well I 'll not freeze i' th' businesse I would see that wretched thing Antonio Aboue all sightes i' th' world Card. Do and be happy Exit Bos. This fellow doth breed Bazalisques in 's eies He 's nothing else but murder yet he seemes Not to haue notice of the Duchesse death 'T is his cunning I must follow his example There cannot be a surer way to trace Then that of an old Fox Iul. So sir you are well met Bos. How now Iul. Nay the doores are fast enough Now Sir I will make you confesse your treachery Bos. Treachery Iul. Yes confesse to me Which of my women 't was you hyr'd to put Loue-powder into my drinke Bos. Loue powder Iul. Yes when I was at Malfy Why should I fall in loue with such a face else I haue already suffer'd for thee so much paine The onely remedy to do me good Is to kill my longing Bos. Sure your Pistoll holds Nothing but perfumes or kissing comfits excellent Lady You haue a pritty way on 't to discouer Your longing Come come I 'll disarme you And arme you thus yet this is wondrous strange Iul. Compare thy forme and my eyes together You 'll find my loue no such great miracle Now you 'll say I am wanton This nice modesty in Ladies Is but a troublesome familiar That haunts them Bos. Know you me I am a blunt souldier Iul. The better Sure there wants fire where there are no liuely sparkes Of roughnes Bos. And I want complement Iul. Why ignorance in court-ship cannot make you do amisse If you haue a heart to do well Bos. You are very faire Iul. Nay if you lay beauty to my charge I must plead vnguilty Bos. Your bright eyes Carry a Quiuer of darts in them sharper Then Sun-beames Iul. You will mar me with commendation Put your selfe to the charge of courting me Whereas now I woo you Bos. I haue it I will worke vpon this Creature Let vs grow most amorously familiar If the great Cardinall now should see me thus Would he not count me a villaine Iul. No he might count me a wanton Not lay a scruple of offence on you For if I see and steale a Diamond The fault is not i' th' stone but in me the thiefe That purloines it I am sudaine with you We that are great women of pleasure vse to cut off These vncertaine wishes and vnquiet longings And in an instant ioyne the sweete delight And the pritty excuse together had you bin in'th'streete Vnder my chamber window euen there I should