your obseruations pray sir be more open I see you haue profited much since your comming Bord. For the bettring of mine inward parts some few notions I haue committed to memory Eunu. Impart them Signior it may be I shall add to your store these Ladyes will not discouer vs for intelligencers they are naturally giuen to the concealement of priuate actions Bord. Since my comming to Florence I haue seene ignorance in the shape of a Citizen mufled in the scarlet of magistracy that could not write his owne name Generally I haue noted through the whole Country great enmity betweene witt and clokes lin'd through with veluet and yet beggers gallants agree together very familiarly There is no thriuing but by impudence and pandarisme he that is furnished with one of these two quallities shal begg more of a foolish Lord at a maribone breakfast then all the Poets in the whole towne shall rime out of him in an age Eun. But these are but petty obseruations I haue seene since my comming to Florence the sonne of a Pedler mounted on a foote cloth a fellow created a Lord for the smoothnesse of his chinne and which is more I haue seene a capp most myraculously turnd into a beauer hatt without either trimming or dressing Ful. That is strange indeed Signior and Eunuchus we are to presse you to a further curtesy in meeting vs in the lobby some two houres hence at a posset Bord. You shall finde vs as forward in as hot a seruice in the Lobby or elsewhere at your Ladiships appoint but Ful. We must haue no denyall Eunu. Canst not say the Court-grace promise man promise Bord. Your Ladiship shall finde vs ready to put in our spoones Ful. Till then adiew Signior and Eunuchus Phego forward Phe. So long as my ham-strings hold Exeunt Bord. You see Eunuchus familliarity and curtesie hath enwrapt me in the knowledge of these meanest vassels of honour but henceforth my countenance shal be estranged and I wil bury my acquaintance in scilence Eunu. I thinke the Cuckoe foresings his owne dirdge Signior you shall neede no further prescriptions in the carriere of your delight vouchsafe a thought of Eunchus you conceiue me Sir manifest my seruice to Timoclea Bord. I were inhumaine if I should forget you the latest minute of my life pray heauens my Page Pantofle haue procured in my absence the embrodered shirt I gaue directions for vpon both our wardrops that care once ouer I shal neuer henceforth taste of lowsie misfortune Venus supplying what Bordello most lackes Courtiers and Porters liue by able backes Exeunt Scena 4. Enter 4. Tapers borne by 2. Pages Borgias Venice Florence Mulleasses Prusias Philenzo Borg. THus our presumption hath prolongd your stay At a cheape banquet did not the rites of loue Exact your presence as a debt to Iulia Our boldnesse might haue wanted an excuse Thus to detaine you Ferr. You are too full of ceremony my Lord Knowing your welcome prodigall and full of state And such as fits our mournefull accidents Ven. The better part of loue due to the liuing Appeares in friends euen when their friends are dead And thinke my Lord Protector that our loue For which we came in armes against your walles Would not be wanting in one ceremony Due vnto Iulia at her obsequy Is Prusias returned from our Campe Pru. I my gratious Lord Ven. Doth our Liefetenant keep a careful watch Are Sentinels set out Prus. They are and it like your grace Ferr. Where is Philenzo Phil. Heere my Soueraigne Ferr. Are all in safety at our Campe Phil. Safe and in quiet Ferr. The night is old And drowsie sleepe hangs heauy on our eies Conduct vs to our rest Borg. Neuer till now was Borgias fully blest To lodge two mighty Princes in one night Vnder his roofe where my sonnes sonne may say Heere mighty Venice and Ferrara lay My Lord these Tapers lead you to your chamber These great Ferrara vnto yours Ven. Rest to you all Exit Ferr. Good night and sleepe vnto your sorrowes Exit Borg. Sweete quiet be a guard vnto you both So may you sleepe for euer Eunuchus Remoue with our attendance from our eares Exeunt all but Mulleasses Now my hearts treasurer what now remaines My resolution holds to murder them And with that force the towne may now affoord Practise some suddaine stratagem on their powers Mull. That were too violent things done for state Must carry for me and with an outward glosse Varnish and couer what would else seeme grosse Should they be murdered in their beds or die Hauing your promise for their guard th' offence Could haue no safety but in violence No let them sleepe secure and this nights safety Will make them feareles easie to be trapt In a more cunning net To morrowe at a banquet they shall drinke A drugge whose working in their breast shall sleepe Twice fifteene daies vntill their absence hence May giue you colour from suspition But then dissoluing like a fier that 's hid Spreading a burning poyson through the blood It scalds the heart and through the body runs Turnes to a hot quotidian and doth leese Although of poison in a mad desease So dying no impute can touch your name Things are vndone that are vnspoke by fame Borg. My fortunes on thy councell noble Turke We 'le clime together my daughters heddy will Shall stoope vnto thy pleasure as for Iulias loue She must or yeeld or dye he that is wise Will tread on any that may make him rise Exeunt Finis Actus Secundi Actus 3 Enter Timoclea like a Ghost Timo. BLush not thou chast and modest Queene of night Nor hide thy siluer crescent in a clowde To see me thus Rhamnusia like attir'd Stare on ye Argus eyed heauens and se a woman More full of vengeance then your iealous Queene Medusa sometime the loue of Neptune But after for thy lust transformd a monster Lend me those serpents that about thy head Curle vp like Elfe-knots at whose horrid sight The Sun may vanish or stand still affright Or you you Furies ministers of feare That at Astreas feet lye bound in snakes Attending her iust sentence to begin Terror of conscience in the brest of sin This night be powerfull in me and inspire My face with feare my heart with rancke-swolne ire Venice Venice great Venice Ven. Who speakes to Venice within Timo. Iulia thy loue Ven. Delusiue voyce why dost renew my griefe By naming Iulia Timo. Didst thou loue Iulia Ven. Thou wrongst me to make question of my loue Whatsoere thou art Enter Venice Timo. Then see thy Iulia and reuenge her wrongs Ven. Dissolue ye glassy pearles and melt in drops Or with the teare-spent mother Niobe Turne into stones shall I beleue my thoughts And credit what thy shape presents to me Thou art the Ghost of murdred Iulia Timo. I am Ven. Immortall essence Virgin-element So may I tearme thy ayry substance freed From the grosse mixture of our earthly load Oh I am
thy conquests hath confirmd thy will Thou maist capitulate with rude commaunds Till when proud Prince stoupe at imperious chance For did no other title then my sword Make my claime righteous yet the doubtfull lot Cast on the ends of warre carries my fate Euen with thy pride the Lady as mine owne To shewe an eminence that o're lookes thy hope I chalendge and auerre the right of warre Due to my sword Ferr. Vnsheath it then Ven. Yes at thy bosome Sound Cornets they stay Fer. What meanes this suddaine parley from the walls Iul. What are the Dukes at oddes Am. Harke Madam from the walls Sound againe A suddaine parley speakes vnto the Dukes Iul. Was that that staid their swords Amad. I woud faine haue seene how like Esops warriour they could haue fought For that a third carries away Some new deuise of pollicy hath causd This vnexepected change not long since It was resolu'd in councell to maintaine The siege against the hottest opposition Iul. Did I not thinke my fortunes ebbe at lowest It might amaze me Amad. My libertie May soone giue notice to you then le ts away A Sunne may rise to mak 't a happy day Exeunt Enter aloft Borgias and the Senate Ven. To whome speakes Borgias Bor. Dukes to you both The present and vnlookt for cause of griefe That now hath tooke possession on our breasts Cuts of the feeling of all outward feare Our priuate griefes were desperate did there not A publike care of others burden vs We thinke you wrongd I and the Senate heere Causes of both the nonsuites of your loues Appeale vnto remission Fer. But whether bends your far-fetcht Oratory Restore the Lady vnto me and on my honours pawne I le free your Citty from the armes of Venice Ven. Senate and you on whose authority And pawne of honor I engagde my loue Slau'd my affections and did prostitute The freedome of my soule to Iulia Sleight not your wisedomes and your worths in counsel To serue the ends of hidden pollicy Make good your words engagde and as I liue A Prince vnstainde in honor I will free Your Citty from Ferraras hottest fury Borg. Alas my gratious and renowned Lords I grieue to see your passions Emptied of th' obiects that they wrought vpon I am the Embassador of heauy newes To you I am sure as heauy as to vs Ven. Speake it Borg. O it doth presse the Organs of my speech And like a lethargie doth numbe those motions should giue it vtterance Ferra. Hold the Protector there from falling Some standersby helpe to vnlade his burthen The Camel else will sinke downe vnder it Borg. Scoffe not my gratious Prince the griefe I feele Will be as heauy on thy now light head As t is on mine the Lady whome you loue Ferr. Why what of her Ven. Where is she speake Borg. Singing with Angels in the quire of heauen The Requiem of Saints Ferr. Shee 's dead Ven. Shee 's dead Borg. I Lords vnto your loues Ven. O my Loues hard fate Ferr. Dead Borg. And now my Lords seeing that she is dead For whome you raisd these armes against our walls I hope your furious angers liue no longer Ferr. We are appeasd Venice I thus salute thee and reconcile my fury in thy armes S'death dead Ven. Discend Protector with her our armes are dead Ferr. I am amazd possesse me patience Discend Credulity Ferrara is a vertue I beleeue it Borgias oh my spleene That he should thinke me so rediculous To fasten any faith on pollicy The stateliest generall prop is iealousie On all men their actions I know it not Ven. Should I thinke her murdred or that she still doth liue And feede some hope by deeming him a villaine That sooths this sorrowfull newes into our eares I might herein seeme polliticke and nurse Some mischiefe in my bosome for reuenge Of that wherein I but suspect a wrong The trickes of State-moules that worke vnder Princes Are at the best but like the vipers young That how-so-ere prodigious and hurtfull To many open and secure passengers Yet do they neuer liue without the death Of him that first gaue motion to their breath This keepes me honest still the heauens and fate Are the best guardians to a wronged state A short flourish Enter Borgias and the Senate Borg. Laying aside all feare of what you may Thus to your powers we do expose our liues Your wrongs we do confesse might speake reuenge Did not this flood of sudden griefe take vp All passion in it selfe speake mighty Dukes Liues Florence in your loues with Iulias death Dies the memoriall of your former wrongs Ven. I forget them all Ferr. I take no pleasure in reuenge Borg. Then are our Citty gates ope to your loues And beg a fauour due vnto the dead This night the funerall hearse of Iulia I know that name is deere vnto you both Returnes againe to her creation This night the rauenous mother of the world The all corrupting earth that eats her yong Swalloweth the body of your Iulia This night she takes a farwell of vs all Then let it be a witnesse of your loues To giue her hearse an honor with your presence Ferr. Should we not graunt this we might be taxt Of much dishonor Ven. I were not worthy that it should be said I leuyed armes for loue of Iulia Should I deny my presence at her hearse Borg. My loue the neere alliance to her blood The deere remembrance of my Soueraigne dead Whose loue committed her vnto my care Makes me accept this honor done to me And I stand bound in bonds of gratitude To both your princely worths in lieu of which Let my emboldned weaknesse mighty Lords Presume t' inuite you to a funerall supper A banquet forc'd by ceremonius custome As a due obsequy Ven. The loue of Iulia Exacts from me all rights of custome Ferr. I yeelde my presence Borg. Your guards shall be my honor for this night Your seuerall armies during your stay in Florence Shall be maintained at our Cities charge In recompence of loue to Iulia Ten. We thanke you Fer. We thanke yous Borg. Nor giue we expectation of proud pompe Of shewes or Pageants for your entertainment Our bels ring forth our sorrowes in sad peales No pleasant changes to giue Princes welcome Our Churches stand not garnished with pictures To please deuoted superstition with But mourne in blacke Our Church men Leaue their chaunting Antheams their daily Masse To sing continuall requiems to her soule Sorrow sits sad and weeping in our streetes All eies are wet with teares saue those where griefe Hath dryed all moysture vp Our sucking infants Are pale and leane with hanging on the breasts Of griefe-spent mothers If these may welcome you Wee 'le giue you prodigall welcome to our Citty Ven. Such welcome fits the death of Iulia Ferr. So should all mourne and weepe for Iulia Borg. So doe we mourne and weepe for Iulia Lead on vnto the Citty how slowe pac'd is sorrow
boy is the onely way to be praid for seeing they knowe it is my prosperity and welfare that must make them satisfaction Eunu. Before heauen an excellent reason Pant. Pray Sir make euen with your Taylor he is poore Bord. Most willingly for I am not possest of a pennikin and if he be not before with me I take it we are euen and may walke in campage Pantofle vanish Pant. I goe Sir Eunc. I haue it thankes sweete Thalia thou hast begot a child of mirth in my braine I will put it to this creature of Florence to nurse Saucy Seignior Bord. Eunuchus Venus restore thee to thy generation what doings are now in your quarters Eun Doings in faith courtly and weake Cupid helpe the poore Ladyes Bord. you are aboue me I meane not their ingenys or vpper galleries Eun. Nor I neither and yet I speake of their vnderstandings which by reason of a generall spring halt and debility in their hamms heauens know are most falteringly feeble but to present the message I am sent for to your worthiest self from my Lady and mistresse the protectors wife you are intelligent Bord. The beauteous Timoclea Eun. Heauens grant she may haue the vertue of attraction for she hath laid open the luster of her best parts to your grace Sir nay make not retreate Sir she knowes you disdaine her loue Bord. The truth is I am earthly and like not to participate with the element of the fire good Eunuchus commend me to your Lady and tell her by importuning my affection she seekes the fall of an innocent Eun. True Sir but with a firme beliefe of your rising againe Bord. I see no hope of it Eun. The harder is her fortune but heare me me thinkes reward should pricke you on with more courage to such an honorable encounter Bord. Faith Eunuche I haue made a vow not to vncase my selfe to any of that sexe Eun. It may be you grounded your oath vpon the vncleanes of your shirt Bord. Verily since the relapse of my Sempstresse I haue not addicted my selfe to that neat cleanly carriage Eun. Sfoot I thought some soule cause or other interposed it selfe twixt you and my Lady But sir I le see all wants supplyed thy debts satisfied thy fortunes eternally mounted onely bee tractable to my poore loue-sicke Lady and mistresse iust and louing Bord. As I am so fates assist me and Eunuchus here 's my hand thou shalt haue ample share in my fortunes Eun. By this hand sir but I will not doe not faile sir at eight of the clocke to meete me here where I le deliuer you the key of my Ladyes chamber with further instructions in the businesse and with assurednesse of preferment and promotion Bord. Deere Eunuch let me hugge thee how I long to manifest thy seruice to my Lady Timoclea You will meete Eun. My hand and promise for it Bord. It shall suffice By women man first fell by them I le rise Exit Eun. Ha ha ha Protector here 's a slaue Shall stuffe thy coffin him thou shalt sacrifice Vnto Timocleas ghost whose humerous soule Shall in his passage ouer Acheron Make Charon laugh and the sterne judge of hell Smile at his folly this is the fatall key Conducts him to those shades by Borgias hand Thus fooles must fall that wise men firme my stand Scaena 3. Enter a Frier after him a funerall in White and bearers in white after them Borgias then the two Dukes after them the Senate c. A solemne march Bor. SEt downe that heauy load of misery SO would the easing you might ease my heart Pure virgin Hearke O let it not impeach The grauity of age to let some teares Fall at thy funerall true relique of that loue I did inherit from thy fathers mouth When to my charge he left his heire and Dukedome In thee I am depriu'd of all that honour I should haue purchac'd by that thankefull care Was due vnto thy fathers memory Did not my griefe load all my powers of speech Oh I could spend my age in commenting Of those true vertues dyed with him and thee But sorrow shuts my brest Prier thine office Fry By that great power is giuen to mee The gates of heauen I ope to thee When mongst the Angels thou shalt sing The song of Saints before a King That sits for euer on his throane And giueth light to euery one To him thy soule we doe bequeath Thy body to the earth beneath And so we close thy tombe againe And pray thy soule be free from paine Ven. Looke from thy holy mansion sacred maid And see how prostrate I adore thy blisse These armes in hope of conquest of thy loue That rould themselues in steele shall claspe the aire And in their empty foldings liue still barren Of all the comfort my youths hope did promise And since thy death takes my loues ioy from me I le die a virgin-Saint and liue with thee Fer. I cannot vent my brest in loue sicke tearmes Nor call to record all the gods of loue For my integrity nor prostitute An oyly passion curiously composd Of riming numbers at my mistres hearse Or tell her dead truncke my true loue in vearse But since by death her loue I am denide To say I loud her is Ferraraes pride Borg. My honour and that weake abillity Our state affoords to doe your graces seruice Lies at your princely feete for this your loue Done to the dead now is Iulia shut For euer from your eyes saue that she liues Like a pure relique of some holy Saint Shrind in our breasts for euer let me now renew My first request to sup with vs to night A ceremony due at funerals So shall you double honour vnto me In doing double honour vnto her Ven. I le do all honour both to her and you Ferr. I le breake no custome Borg. I humbly thanke your graces please you lead Heere liues a lasting memory of the dead Exeunt A solemne marth Manet Borgias Thus far my pioning pollicies run euen And leuell with my aymes Iulia liues And in her hearse Timoclea my wife Deludes the credulous Dukes poysoned last night By Mulleasses to make way for me To marry Iulia my brothers daughter For which the Cardinall of Aniou my kinsman Sollicites daily with his holinesse For dispensation with our bloods alliance As for these weake men whose pursuits in loue Dies with my strong auerring of her death I can commaund their liues and then maintaine My actions with the sword for which the Turke By Mulleasses made vnto my purpose Offers me forty thousand Ianisaries To be my guard gainst forraigne outrages And more hee 'le make me king of Italy To giue him but commaund vpon the streights And land his force on this side Christendome And I will do it on my faith to God And loyalty I owe vnto the starres Should there depend all Europe and the states Christened thereon I de sinke them all To gaine those ends I haue
proposd my aimes Religion thou that ridst the backes of Slaues Into weake mindes insinuating feare And superstitious cowardnesse thou robst Man of his chiefe blisse by bewitching reason Nature at these my browes bend thy mysteries Wrought by thine owne hands in our actiue braines Giue vs the vse of good thou art my God If what I haue of thee or wit or art Or Serpent sliding through the mindes of men Cunning confusion of all obstacles Be they my childrens liues my deerest friends May gaine me what I wish I stoope at thy renowne And thinke al 's vacuum aboue a crowne For they that haue the soueraignty of things Do know no God at all are none but Kings Exit Finis Actus Primi Actus 2. Scaena 1. Mulleasses solus Mull. ETernall substitute to the first that mou'd And gaue the Chaos forme Thou at whose nod Whole Nations stoopt and hold thee still a God Whose holy-customd-ceremonious rites Liue vnprophan'd in our posterity Thou God of Mecha mighty Mahomet Thus Mulleasses at thy memory Discends accept his prone humility Great Prophet let thy influence be free Vncheckt by danger mew not vp my soule In the pent roome of conscience Make me not morall Mahomet coopt vp And fettred in the fooles phylosophy That points our actions vnto honesty Giue my plots fortune let my hope but touch The marke I aime at then the gazing time Shall in the present hide my former ill Successe like lethe to the soules in blisse Makes men forget things past and crownes our sins With name of valour be we impious A Scelus felix styles vs vertuous Enter Eunuchus Eunu. My honourd Lord Mull. What diuell interrupts m Eunu. My duty Mull. Your duty is too dilligent that dares Peere into my retreats now should I kill thee Eunu. The Lord Protector Borgias my maister Mull. Age and diseases breed consumptions And rot him What craues he Eunu. Your instant presence Mull. I haue instant businesse whose high import Detaines my speed know you the matter Eunu. A tumult 'mongst the fearefull multitude Causd by an ominous terrour in the heauens Is as I gesse the reason of your want Mull. What heauens what terror Eunu. The Sun on suddaine feeles a darke ecclipse And hides his siluer face behinde the moone As loath to see some prodegies appeare Mull. Make that ecclipse eternall Mahomet Rise rise ye mistie-footed Iades of night Draw your darke mistresse with her sable vayle Like a blacke Negro in an Ebone chaire Athwart the worlds eie from your foggy breaths Hurle an Egiptian grossenes through the ayre That none may see my plots Hast any greater newes Eunu. The daies eyes out a thousand little starres Spread like so many torches about the skye Make the world shew like Churches hung with blacke And set with tapers at some funerall Amongst these starres directly from the East A firy meteor points a burning rod At Florence Mulle. Perhaps t is thirsty for the blood of Princes Blase out prodigious starre and let the fire Dart soule amazing terror to all eyes Be like the Basiliske fatall to behold I le fat the slimy earth more then the plague And from her bosome send the blood of Kings Stild into oyly vapours borne on high To expiate those flames that else would die Eunu. What answere shall I returne vnto my Lord Mulle. That I will see him presently be gone Borgias Thou art no tutord Pollitition Exit Eunuc To lay another in thy bosome Know a state-villaine must be like the winde That flies vnseene yet lifts an Ocean Into a mountaines height That on the sands Whole Nauies may be split in their discent I stand aboue thee and as from a rocke Whose eminence outswelles the raging flood See thy hopes shipwrackt O credulity Securities blinde nurse the dreame of fooles The drunkards Ape that feeling for his way Euen when he thinkes in his deluded sence To snatch at safety fals without defence Twise hath the Nemean Lyon breathd forth fire And made the scalded Dogge-star pant with heate Twise the dayes planet through the burning signes Hurred his fierie chariot since the time I came to Florence in exchange for Iulia The sonne of Borgias here to learne the tongues The fashions and the arts of Christendome Now by my sly and affable intrusion I am made intimate with Borgias He thinkes my thoughts are Osiars to be wrought In any forme the Dukes that claimd The loue of Iulia he hath deluded By a fain'd rumour of a suddaine death Her he detaines vntill he fits his time By murder of the Dukes to be secure In his owne power to dacke his marriage Timoclea his wife the death of all his plots If she suruiues he now beleues is dead Poysond by me in liew of which he grants His daughter Amada to me for wife As if my hopes flew not as high as his Now to secure my flight and make my wings Stronger then his that melted in the Sun His wife Timoclea liues within this tombe Made seeming liuelesse by a sleepy iuyce Infusd in stead of poyson in her cup Here I must wake her and in her stir vp Reuenge gainst Borgias Image of death and daughter of the night Sister to Lethe all oppressing sleepe Thou that amongst a hundred thousand dreames Crownd with a wreath of mandrakes sitst as Queene To whome a million of care-clogged soules Lye quaffing iuyce of Poppy at thy feete Resigne thy vsurpassion and dislodge Hang on the eyes of sloth and make them sleepe Whose hearts are heauie or whose sorrowes weepe Giue way to motion and thou whose blood Stands in thy full vaines like a charmed floud Receiue the aire againe suruiue his hate That on thy graue againe climbes high to reach his fate Timoclea riseth in the tombe Timo. Who speakes so lowd Mul. He that speakes life Timoclea Timo. You wake me Mul. Such power I chalenge Lady in my voice To wake you from your graue Timo. Where am I Mul. In your graue Timo. Hah my graue Mul. Be not amased madame you are safe Timo. Who speakes vnto me oh forbeare I am not for your presence see my bed Lyes much vnseemely who attends me there What meanes this impudent intrusion Mul. Take time to your amazement know where you are T is Mulleasses speakes to you him you once lou'd T is not now time to feare Timo. I know your face and yet I feare my being Giues cause of feare Mul. Giue your selfe to me and on those rites Due to the sweets of loue here is no daunger Timo. Accept me in your armes Mul. See where you are know you this place Timo. Some Church I thinke Mul. And these the Tropheyes of your Ancestours This is the buriail common to your blood Timo. Oh free me from amazement what strange accident Brought me so neere my death I am now my selfe And truely capable of a discourse Mul. Then know madame your life hath bene pursued And my selfe brib'd to be your poisoner But that my loue
turnd death vnto a sleepe And brought you thus aliue vnto your graue Timo Say on my deerest Lord who brib'd thy loue What barbarisme or what desert of mine Mou'd this attempt against my life Mul. My soule durst iustifie your innocence But that desease that bred in Paradise Swels like the Presters poison in our vaines To which al men are heirs ambition Desire to be like God t' was that corruption Gaue me occasion thus to shew my loue On your liues safety Timo. My loue and life are thine speake openly What brest could be so cruelly ambitious Whose honor or whose fortunes could my life Ecclipse or darken Mul First madame you must sweare By life by loue and by that happinesse Your soule assures you in the faith you hold With me this night to prosecute reuenge On your liues enemy Timo. By life by loue and by that happinesse My soule assures me in the faith I hold By that which binds me more by this kisse him I sweare this night to prosecute reuenge On my liues enemie Mul Enough thy resolution like a fire Makes my warme blood boyle Borgias Timo. My husband Mul. Your husband start not Lady T was he that by a promise of your daughter The fairest Amada to me for wife Made my tongue say that I would poyson you Silence deere Lady choke all passion And feminine complaints in thoughts of vengance Forget you are a woman and be like your wrongs Full swolne with death let your inuentiue braines Carry more fate in their conception Then Hecubas wombe to Troy my plots are yours Are you reuengefull Timo. As full as Iealousie or the wife of Iason Rob'd by the faire Corinthian of her loue Mul. Then thus we seale our resolution kisse Thus I ascend and from proud Fortunes wheele Pull my owne fate forgiuenes Mahomet My hopes make me prophane and my proud thoughts Vsurpe aboue thy greatnesse Apprehension Thou that giuest foode vnto the soule of man The best companion to relieue the minde What sweete suggestions of my future blisse Haue I from thee O I am transported Beyond the power of reason the present time Craues a more sober temper Madam this disguise Must carry you vnknowne vnto my chamber Where we haue much to do release your thoughts Giue freedome to those faculties of nature That made your sexe first dare to reach at pleasure Be proud and lustfull let ambition sway The power of action in you murder and blood Are the two pillars of a States-mans good Exeunt Seena 2. Borgias solus Borg. A A Pollititian Proteus-like must alter His face and habit and like water seeme Of the same colour that the vessell is That doth containe it varying his forme With the Cameleon at each obiects change Twice like a Serpent haue I cast my skin Once when with mourning sighs I wept for Iulia And made the two Dukes weepe for Iulia That coat is cast now like an Amorist I come in louing tearmes to court my Iulia And seeme a louer but of all shapes This sits me worst whose constellation Stampt in my rugged brow the signes of death Enuy and ruine strong Antipathyes Gainst loue and pleasure yet must my tongue with passionate oathes and protestations With sighes smooth glances and officious tearmes Spread artificiall mists before the eies Of credulous simplicity he that will be high Must be a Parasite to fawne and lye Enter Amada Amada Ama. Your pleasure Borg. How stand your thoughts affected to the marriage I lately did acquaint you with are you resolu'd Ama. I am Rather to dye then liue to see that houre aside Borg. I would see Iulia pray her company Ama. I will Exit Amada Enter Mulleasses Borg. Your presence is most welcome Mull. What businesse of import Borg. Nought for the instant but a wooing sceane Prepare your wit my Lord to fight with words The Champions straight approch but two to two Enter Iulia and Amada Borgias courts Iulia and Mulleasses Amada glancing his eye on Iulia Mull. My lou'd deere Lady Borg, Beauteous Madam Mull. Faire as the morning Borg. Be as thy beauty seemes propitious louing Mull. Attractiue Sunshine all affections mouing Borg. More then a subiect and more humbly bent Iul. How supple seemes ambition Vncle y' ar too low Mull. Deuinest faire to whome all hearts should bow Ama. Fit attributes for heauen my Lord my feature Is but earthmould the weake frame of nature Mull. Yet grac't with heauenly vertue it seemes deuine Borg. I know your lights aboue me yet let it shine Like the daies beauty on the lowly plaines Iuli. Subiects are no fit loues for Soueraignes Borg. High comets from the earth draw vp then nurture Iul. Yet from the Sunne true starres haue all their lustre Mull. True starre on earth Ama. You flatter pray' forbeare Borg. Loue Madam is importunate you must heare Your nicenesse makes me be abrupt I loue And must enioy you Mull. Hell to my loue Borgias I 'le preuent you Iul. I must be plaine loue you me my Lord Borg. I by that power that made me Iuli. Restore then that that you haue robd me of My honor and my life for I am dead So thought of in the world giue me what I am Returne the title due vnto my birth Dutchesse of Florence and thy Soueraigne Make me as free as I was borne and giue my loue The liberty of nature then shall I beleeue And thinke you loue me Borg. I will restore your honors and your life I will returne the duties of your birth Dutchesse of Florence and my Soueraigne The Soueraigne of my heart and kneele to you And make my thoughts as humble as my knees See I am not ambitious t is not a crowne The gorgeous title of a Soueraigne Makes me so euil in your thoughts the poize of loue Whome some terme light and giues him wings To soare al oft in me is but the same And makes me stoope thus low to Iulia Iuli. Vncle I am asham'd that any bloud of mine Should harbor such an incest you haue an easier way To gaine what you desire make good the fame The world is now possest of murther me Then are you heire to Florence t is not halfe so ill As this incestuous mixture you so plead for Gainst nature and the law of heauen but on Vse your vsurped power be still a villaine My life is the vtmost and you may commaund it But my bloods vessell giuen vnto my soule As a pure mansion to inhabit in Shall while I am and breath be vnprophan'd I le be more chast then Lucrece dye vnstaind Mull. You are a woman Lady and wil change The Protector 's at a nonsuit in his loue How now my Lord Borg. Thus crost by superstitious obstinacy I le vse the power I haue and make How thriues your sute Mull. Vnthriftily like yours we are no Venus darlings No delight for women she cannot loue Borg. She cannot loue your reason Lady Is your blood holy are you a
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