from the hand of the rose finger'd morne Yet in his heart lives a whole Host of valour Pan. Hee appeares A second Mars Aler. More powerfull since he holds Wisedom And Vallour captive Whilst they salute Antonio enters Count Machvile Ful. Let us salute him Mach. Hallow close they strike As if they heard a winged thunder-bolt threatn'd his death And each ambitious were to lose his life So it might purchase him a longer being Their breath ingenders like two peacefull winds That joyne a friendly league and fill the ayre With silken musicke I may passe by and scarce be spar'd a looke Or any else but yong Antonio Rise from thy scorching Den thou soule of mischiefe My blood boyles hotter then the poyson'd flesh Of Hercules cloth'd in the Centaurs shirts Swell me revenge till I become a hill High as Olimpus cloud dividing top That I might fall and crush them into ayre He observe Exit behind the hangings Ant. Commandy the all This little World I 'me Master of containes And be assur'd t is granted I have a life I owe to death and in my Countries causes I should Ful. Good sir no more This ungratefull Land owes you too much already Aler. And you still bind it in stronger Bonds Pan. Your noble deeds that like to thoughts out-strip The fleeting clouds dash all our hopes of payment We are poore but in unprofitable thankes Nay that cannot rehearse enough your merit Ant. I dare not heare this pardon bashfull eares For suffering such a scarlet to o're-spread Your burning Portalls Gentlemen your discourses tast of Court They have a relish of knowne flattery I must deny to understand their folly Your pardon I must leave you Modesty commands Ful. Your honours vassales Ant. O good Colonell be more a Souldier Leave complements for those that live at ease To stuffe their Table Bookes and o're a bord Made gaudy with some Pageant beside custards Whose quaking strikes a feare into the eaters Dispute 'em in a fashionable method A Souldiers language should be as his calling Ruffe to declare he is a man of fire Farewell without the straining of a sinew No superstitious cringe adue Exit Aler. I' st not a hopefull Lord Nature to him has chain'd the peoples hearts Each to his Saint offers a forme of prayer For yong Antonio Pan. And in that loved name pray for the Kingdoms good Ful. Count Matchvill Machvile from behind the hangings Aler. Let 's away Exeunt manet Matchvill Heart wilt not burst with rage to see these slaves Fawne like to whelpes on yong Antonio And fly from me as from infection Death Confusion and the list of all deseases waite upon your lives Till you be ripe for Hell which when it gapes May it devoure you all stay Machvile Leave this same idle chat it becomes woman That has no strength but what her tongue Makes a Monopoly be more a man Thinke thinke in thy braines minte Coyne all thy thoughts to mischiefe That may act revenge at full Plot plot tumultious thoughts incorporate Beget a lumpe how e're deform'd that may at length Like to a Cub lick'd by the carefull Dam Become like to my wishes perfect vengeance Antonio I Antonio nay all Rather then loose my will shall head-long fall Into eternall ruine my thoughts are high Death sit upon my brow let every frowne Banish a soule that stops me of a crowne Exit Enter Evadne and Nurse Evad. The Taylor yet return'd Nurse Nur. Madam not yet Evad. I wonder why he makes gownes so imperfect They need so many sayes Nur. Truely insooth and in good deed law Madam The stripling is in love deepe deepe in love Evad. Ha Does his soule shoote with an equall Dart From the commanding Bow of loves great God Keepe passionate time with mine or has aside She spy'd my errour to reflect with eager beames Of thirsty love upon a Taylor being my selfe Borne high I must know more In love good Nurse with whom Nur. Hey-hoe truely madam 't is a fortune Cupid good lad prais'd be his god-head for 't Has throwne upon me and I am proud on 't O 't is a youth joccond as sprightly May One that will doe discreetly with a wife Bord her without direction from the stars Or counsell from the Moone to doe for Physicke No he 's a backe O 't is a backe indeed Evad. Fye this becomes you not Nur. Besides he is of all that conquering Calling A Taylor madam O 't is a taking Trade What Chamber-maid with reverence may I speake of those lost Maiden heads Could long hold out against a Taylor Evad. Y' are uncivill Nur. What aged Female for I must confesse I am Worne threed-bare would not be turn'd and live a marriage life To purchase Heaven Erad. Heaven Nur. Yes my deare Madam Heaven whither My most sweet Lady but to Heaven hell 's a Taylors ware-house he has the Keyes and sits In triumph crosse legg'd o're the mouth It is no place of horrour There 's no flames made blew with Brimstone But the bravest silkes so fashionable O I doe long to weare such properties Evad. Leave your talke One knocks goe see Knockes within Nurs. O 't is my love I come Exit Evad. A Taylor fye blush my too tardy soule And on my brow place a becomming scorne Whose fatall sight may kill his mounting hopes Were he but one that when 't was said hee 's borne Had bin borne noble high Equall in blood to that our House boasts great I 'de fly into his armes with as much speed As an ayre cutting arrow to the stake But O he comes my fortitude is fled Enter Nurse and Giovanno with a Gowne Gio. Yonder she is and walkes yet in sence strong enough to maintaine Argument she 's under my cloake for the best part of a Lady as this age goes is her Clothes in what reckoning ought we Taylers to be esteem'd then that are the master workemen to correct nature You shall have a Lady in a Dialogue with some gallant touching his Suite the better part of man so sucke the breath that names the skilfull Tayler as if it nourisht her Another Dona fly from the close imbracements of her Lord to be all over measur'd by her Tayler One will bee sicke forsooth and bid her maid deny her to this Don that Earle the other Marquesse nay to a Duke yet let her Taylor lase and unlase her gowne so round the skirts to fit her to the fashion here 's one has in my sight made many a noble Don to hang the head Dukes and Marquesses three in a morning breake their fasts on her denialls yet I her Tayler blest bee the kindnesse of my loving stare am usher'd she smiles and sayes I have staid too long and then findes fault with some slight stitch that eye-let hole 's too close then must I use my Bodkin 't will never please else all will not doe I must take it home for no cause but to bring it her againe next morning
Wee Taylors are the men spight o' the Proverbe Ladies cannot live without It is wee That please them best in their commodity There 's magick in our habits Taylors can Prevaile 'bove him honour stiles best of man Evad. Bid him draw neere Nur. Come hither love sweet chucke My Ladye calls Gio. What meanes this woman sure she loves me too Taylors shall speed had they no tongues to wooe Women wou'd sue to them Evad. What have you done it now Gio. Maddam your gowne by my industry Is purg'd of errours Evad. Lord what a neate methodicall way you have To vent your Phrases pray when did you commence Gio. What meane you Madam Evad. Doctor I meane you speake so physicall Nur. Nay Madam 't is a youth I praise my starrs For their kind influence a woman may be proud on And I am O 't is a youth in print a new Adonis And I could wish although my glasse tells me I 'me wondrous faire I were a Venus for him Gio. O Lady you are more fairer by farre Nur. La you there Madam Gio. Where art thou man art thou transform'd Or art thou growne so base that This rediculous witch should thinke I love her Evad. Leave us Nur. I goe Ducke I le be here anon I will Dove Exit Gio. At your best leasure Protect me man-hood least my glutted sence Feeding with such an eager appetite on Your rare beauty breaking the sluces Burst into a flood of passionate teares I must I will enjoy her though a Destroying clap from Ioves Artillery were the reward And yet dull-daring fir by your favour no He must be more than savage can attempt aside To injure so much spotlesse innocence Pardon great Powers the thought of such offence Evad. When Sabastiano clad in conquering steele And in a phrase able to kill or from a cowards heart Banish the thought of feare wo'd me Won not so much upon my captive soule As this youths silence does aside Helpe me some power out of this tangling maze I shall be lost else Gio. Feare to the breast of women Build thy throne on their soft hearts Mine must not be thy slave Your pleasure Madam Evad. I have a question must be directly answer'd No excuse but from thy heart a truth Gio. Command me Madam were it a secret On whose hinges hung the casements of my life Yet your command shall be obey'd to the least Scruple Evad. I take your word My aged Nurse tells me you love her Answer i' st a truth Gio. She 's jealous I le try As Oracle Evad. Ha Gio. 't is so I le further I love her Madam With as rich a flame as Anchorits Doe Saints they offer prayers too I hug her memory as I wou'd embrace The breath of Iove when it pronounc'd me Happy or Prophet that should speake my After life great even with adoration deified Evad. My life like to a bubble i' th aire Dissolv'd by some uncharitable winde Denyes my body warmth your breath Has made me nothing she faints Gio. Rather let me lose all externall being Madam good Madam Evad. You say you love her Gio. Madam I doe Can any love the beauty of a stone Set by some curious Artist in a Ring But he must attribute some to The File that addes unto the lustre You appeare like to a Jemme cut by the Steddy hand of carefull Nature into such Beautious Tablets that dull Art Famous in skilfull flattery is become A Novice in what Fame proclaim'd him Doctor He cann't expresse one sparke of your great lustre Madam those Beauties that but studied on By their admirers are deifi'd serve But as spots to make your red and white Envy'd of Cloisterd Saints Evad. Have I ungratefull man like to the Sun That from the Heavens sends downe his Cherishing beames on some religious plant That with a bow the worship of the Thankfull payes the preserver of his life And groth But thou unthankfull man In scorne of me to love a Callender of many Yeares Gio. Madam upon my knees a superstitious Rite The Heathens us'd to pay their gods I offer up A life that untill now nere knew a price Made deare because you love it Evad. Arise it is a Ceremony due unto none but heaven Gio. Here I le take roote and grow into my grave Unlesse deare god lesse you forget to bee Cruell to him adores you with a zeale Equall to that of Hermits Evad. I beleeve you and thus exchange a devout vow Humbly upon my knees that though the Thunder of my brothers rage should force divorce Yet in my soule to love you witnesse all The wing'd inhabitants of the highest heaven Gio. If suddaine lightning such as vengefull Iove Cleares the infectious ayre with threatn'd to Scorch my daring soule to Cynders if I Did love you Lady I wo'd love you spight Of the dogged Fates or any power Those curst Hagges set to oppose me To them enter Nurse Evad. Be thy selfe againe Nurs. Madam your Brother Evad. Fye you have done it ill our brother say you Pray you take it home and mend it Gio. Madam it shall be done I take my leave Love I am made thy envy I am he This Votresse prayes unto as unto thee Taylers are more than men and here 's the odds They make fine Ladyes Ladyes make them gods And so they are not men but farre above them This makes the Tailers proud then Ladies love them Exit Antonie meets him Ant. What 's he that past Evad. My Tailer Ant. There 's something in his face I sure should know But sister to your Beads pray for distress'd Scivel Whilst I mount some watch tower To o're-looke our enemies religious lawes Commands me fight for my lov'd Countries cause Exit Evad. Love bids me pray and on his Altars make A Sacrifice for my lov'd Taylers sake Exit Alarum Enter Raymond Philippa Leonis Gilberty and Fyrenzo Ray. Stand Leo. Stand Gil. Stand Fir. Give the word through the Army stand there Within Stand stand stand stand hoe Ray. Bid the Drum cease whilst we embrace our love Come my Philippa like the twins of warre Lac'd in our freely Cornets we 're become The envy of those braine begotten gods Mouldy Antiquity lifted to Heaven Thus we exchange our breath kisses Phil. My honour'd Lord Duty commands I pay it backe againe 'T will waste me into smoake else Can my body retaine that breath that wou'd Consume an Army drest in a rougher habit Play deliver come I 'me a gentle thiefe The breath you stole Ray. Restore back mine So goe pitch our tent we 'le Have a Combate i' th field of love with thee Philippa ere we meet the foe thou art A friendly enemy How say my Lords Does not my Love appeare Like to the issue of the braine of Iove Governesse of Armes and Arts Minerva Or a selected beauty from a troop of Amazons Lords She is a Mine of valour Phil. Lords spare your praises till like Bradament The mirrour of our Sexe I
THE REBELLION A TRAGEDY As it was acted nine dayes together and divers times since with good applause by his Majesties Company of Revells Written by THOMAS RAWLINS LONDON Printed by I. Okes for Daniell Frere and are to be sold at the Signe of the Red Bull in Little Brittaine 1640 The Actors Names A Cupid King of Spaine Antonio a Count Machvile a Count Three Spanish Colonells Alerzo Fulgentio Pandolpho Petruchio Governour of Filford Raymond a Moore Generall of the French Army Three French Colonells Leonis Gilberty Firenzo Sebastiano Petruchios Sonne in the diguise of a Tayler cald Giovanno Old Tayler Virmine his man Three Taylers more Captaine of the Bandetty Two Ruffians and a Brave Philippa the Moores wife Auristella Machviles wife Evadne Antonios Sister Aurelia Sebastianos Sister Nurse Attendant on Evadne Attendants The Scene SIVILL To the Worshipfull and his honorred Kinsman Robert Ducie of Aston in the County of Stafford Esquire Son to Sir Robert Ducie Knight and Baronet Deceased Sir NOt to boast of any perfections I have never yet bin Owner of Ingratitude and would bee loath Envy should taxe mee now having at this time opportunity to pay part of that debt I owe your love This Tragedy had at the presentment a generall Applause yet I have not that want of modesty as to conclude it wholly worthy your Patronage although I have bin bold to fixe your name unto it Yet however your Charity will be famous in protecting this Plant from the breath of Zoilus and forgiving this my confidence and your acceptance cherish a study of a more deserving Peece to quit the remainder of the ingagement In Your Kinsman ready to serve you Thomas Rawlins To the Reader REader if Courteous I have not so little faith as to feare thy censure since thou knowest youth hath many faults whereon I depend although my ignorance of the Stage is also a sufficient excuse if I have committed any let thy Candor judge mildly of them and thinke not those voluntary favours of my friends by whose compulsive perswasions I have published this a commendations of my seeking or through a desire in me to encrease the Volume but rather a care that you since that I have bin over entreated to present it to you might find therein something worth your time Take no notice of my name for a second worke of this nature shall hardly beare it I have no desire to bee knowne by a thread-bare Cloake having a Calling that will maintaine it woolly Farewell To his loving friend the Author upon his Tragedy The Rebellion TO praise thee friend and shew the reason why Issues from honest love not flattery My will is not to flatter nor for spight To praise or dispraise but to doe thee right Proud daring Rebells in their impious way Of Machivillian darkenesse this thy Play Exactly shewes speakes thee Truths Satyrist Rebellions Foe Times honest Artist Thy continu'd Scenes Parts Plots and Language can Distinguish worthily the vertuous Man From the vicious villaine Earths fatall ill Intending mischeivous Traitor Machivill Him and his trech'rous Complices that strove Like the Gigantick Rebells warre 'gainst Jove To disenthrone Spains King the heavens annoynted By sterne death all were justly disappoynted Plots meet with Counter-plots revenge and blood Rebells ruine makes thy Tragedy good Nath. Richards To his worthy Esteemed Mr. Thomas Rawlins on his Rebellion I May not wonder for the world does know What Poets can and oft times reach unto They oft worke myracles No marvaile than Thou mak'st thy Tailer here a Nobleman Would all the Trade were honest too but he Hath learn't the utmost of the Mystery Filching with cunning industery the heart Of such a beauty which did prove the smart Of many worthy Lovers and doth gaine That prize which others labour'd for in vaine Thou mak'st him valiant too and such a spirit As every Noble mind approves his merit But what Renowne th' ast given his worth t is fit The world should render to thy hopefull wit And with a welcome Plaudit entertaine This lovely issue of thy teeming braine That their kinde usage to this birth of thine May winne so much upon thee for each line Thou hast bequeath'd the World thou 'lt give her tenne And raise more high the glory of thy Penne Accomplish these our wishes and then see How all that love the Arts will honour thee C. G. To my friend Mr. Rawlins upon this Play his Worke FRiend in the faire compleatnesse of your play Y 'ave courted Truth in these few lines to say Something concerning it that all may know I pay no more of praise than what I owe 'T is good and merit much more faire appeares Apparelled in plaine prayse then when it weares A complementall glosse Taylers may boast Th 'ave gain'd by your young Pen what they long lost By the old Proverbe which sayes Three to a man But to your vindicating Muse that can Make one a man and a man Noble they Must wreaths of Bayes as their due praises pay Robert Davenport To the Author on his Rebellion THy Play I ne're saw what shall I say then I in my vote must doe as other men And praise those things to all which common Fame Does boast of such a hopefull growing flame Which in dispight of flattery shall shine Till Envy at thy Glory doe repine And on Pernassus cliffie top shall stand Directing wandring wits to wish'd for Land Like a Beacon o' th' Muses Hill remaine That still doth burne not lesser light retaine To shew that other wits compar'd with thee Is but Rebellion i' th' high'st degree For from thy Labours thus much I doe scan A Tayler is ennobled to a man R. W. To his deare friend Mr. Thomas Rawlins TO see a Springet of thy tender age With such a lofty straine to word a Stage To see a Tragedy from thee in print With such a world of fine Meanders in 't Pusles my wondring soule for there appeares Such disproportion twixt thy Lines and Yeares That when I read thy Lines methinkes I see The sweet tongu'd Ovid fall upon his knee With Parce precor every line and word Runnes in sweet numbers of its owne accord But I am wonder-strook that all this while Thy unfeather'd quill should write a Tragicke stile This above all my admiration drawes That one so young should know Dramatticke Lawes 'T is rare and therefore is not for the span Or greasie thumbes of every common man The Damaske Rose that sprouts before the Spring Is fit for none to smell at but a King Goe on sweet friend I hope in time to see Thy Temples rounded with the Daphnean Tree And if men aske who nurst thee I le say thus It was the Ambrosian Spring of Pegasus Rob. Chamberlain To his Friend Mr. Thomas Rawlins on his Play called the Rebellion I Will not praise thee Friend nor is it fit Least I be said to flatter what y' have writ For some will say I writ to applaud
of my Mistris can use a temper An. Brave your mistris Enter Machvile with Officers Ma. Lay hold on him Ere we presume to meete the enemy Wee le purge the City lest the wrath of heaven Fall heavy on us Antonio I arrest thee Of Capitall treason 'gainst the King and Realme To prison with him Evad. O my lost brother Gi. 'T is but an errour treason d' ye call it to kill The Governour in heate of blood and not intended For my Evadne's sake something I le doe Shall save his life Exit Ma. To prison with him An. Farewell Evadne as thou lovest the peace Of our dead Ancestors cease to love So loath'd a thing a Tayler Why 't is the scorne of all therefore be rul'd By thy departing Brother doe not mixe With so much basenesse Come Officers beare me e'ne where you please My opprest conscience no where can have ease Exit with Officers Ma. Lady we here enjoyne you to Your Chamber as a prisoner to Waite a further censure your brothers Fault has pul'd a punishment upon your head Which you must suffer Evad. Ene what you please your tyranny can't beare A shape so bad to make Evadne feare Strong innocence shall guard my afflicted soule Whose constancy shall tyranny controule Exeunt A noise within crying Rescue Rescue Enter Antonio and Guard to them Giavanno and Taylers and Rescues him and beate them off Enter a Officer meeting Machvile Of. A troope of Taylers by force have tane Antonio from us and have borne him spight Of the best resistance we could make unto some Secret place we can not finde him Ma. Screech owle dost know what thou hast said Death finde him or you dye O my crosse starres He must not live to torture our next sence But dye though he had no fault but innocence Exit Enter Giovanno Antonio and the old Tayler Gi. Can this kindnesse merit your love Doe I deserve your sister An. My sister worthy Tayler 't is a gift lyes not in me to give aske something else 't is thine although it bee gain'd with the quite extinguishing of this this breath you gave mee Gi. Have not I An. Speake no further I confesse you have bin all unto me life and being I breath but with your licence will no price buy out your interest in me but her love I tell thee Tayler I have blood runs in mee Spaine cannot match for greatnesse next her Kings Yet to requite thy love I le call thee friend be thou Antonio's friend a favour nobles have thirsted for will this requite thee Gi. Sir this may but An. My sister thou wouldst say most worthy Tayler shee is not mine to give honour spake in my dying Father 't is a sentence that 's Registred here in Antonio's heart I must not wed her but to one in blood calls honour Father Prethee be my friend forget I have a sister in love I le bee more than a brother tho' not to mingle blood Gi. May I not call her mistresse An. As a servant far from the thoughts of Wedlocke Gi. I 'me yours friend I am proud on 't you shall finde That though a Tayler I 'ave an honest mind Pray Master helpe my Lord unto a Suite his life Lyes at your mercy 1 Tay. I le warrant you An. But for thy men 1 Tay. O they are proud in that they rescued you And my blood of honour since you are pleas'd To grace the now declining Trade of Taylers By being shrouded in their homely cloaths And decke a Shop-board with your noble person The taunting scornes the foule mouth'd World can throw upon our needfull Calling Shall be answered They injure honour since your honour is a Noble practitioner in our Mistery Gi. Cheere up Antonio take him in The rest will make him merry I le goe try The temper of a sword upon some Shield That guards a foe Pray for my good successe Exit 1 Tay. Come come my Lord leave melancholy To hired slaves that murther at a price Yours was An. No more flatter not my sin 1 Tay. You are too strikt a convertite let 's in Exit After a confused noyse within Enter Raymond Leonis Gilberty hastily Ra. What meanes this capering Eccho Or from whence did this so lively Counterfeit Of Thunder breake out to liberty Gil. 'T is from the City Ra. It cannot be their voyce should out-roare Iove Our Army like a Bassiliske has strucke Death through their eyes our number like a wind Broke from the Icy prison of the North Has froze the Portalls to their shivering hearts They scarce have breath enough to speake 't A shoute within They live Gil. 'Ts certainely from thence Leo. Y' are deceived poore Spaniards feare Ha's chang'd their elevated Gate to a dejection Their Planet strooke Ra. 'T is from our jocond Fleet my Genius prompts me They have already plough'd the unruly seas And with their breasts proofe 'gainst the battering Waves dasht the bigge billowes into angry froth And spight of the contentious full mouth'd gods Of Sea and wind have reach't the Citty frontiers And begirt her Navigable Skirts Againe 't is so againe within Gil. My Creeds another way I have no faith but to the City Alarum Enter a Souldier bloody Leo. Here 's one Now we shall know ha he appeares Like one compos'd of horrour Ra. What speakes thy troubled front Leo. Speak crimson Metor Ra. Speake Prodigy or on my sword thou fallst Sol. The bold Spaniards setting aside al cold acknowledgment Of any oddes or notice of the number our Army Is made proud with sends from their Walls More lightning than great Iove afrights The trembling world with when the aire Is turned to muteny Ra. Villaine thou lyest 'T were madnesse to beleeve thee Foolish Spaine may like those Giants that Heapt hill on hill mountaine on mountaine To plucke Iove from heaven who with A hand of vengeance flung 'em downe beneath The centure and those Cloud contemning Mounts Heav'd by the strength of their ambitious Armes Became their Monuments so Spaines rash Folly from this arme of mine shall find their Graves amongst the rubbish of their Ruin'd Cities Enter a second souldier What another thy hasty newes 2 Mess. The daring enemies have through their gates Made a victorious sally all our troopes Have joyntly like the dust before the wind Made a dishonoured flight Harke Alarum within The Conquering foe makes hitherward Ra. Runne to my Tent fetch my Philippa Slave why mov'st thou not 2 Mess. The enemy 's upon us Ra. Shall I send thy coward soule down the strikes him Vaults of Horrour flye Villaine or thou dyest Alarum Enter Machvill Alerzo Fulgentio Pandolpho with Philippa prisoner Giovanno with Taylers Mach. Let one post to my Castle and conduct my Lady Tell her I have a prisoner wou'd become proud In her forc't captivity to waite upon her beauty Flye let not the tardy clouds out-saile thee Phil. Canst thou proud man thinke that Philipa's Heart is humbled with her fortunes no
flutter greedy fooles Whilst I laugh at your folly I have a Wier Set for the Moore and his ambitious Consort Which if my wife wo'd second they are sure Enter Auristella Au. What must she second Mach. Art thou there my love we 're in a path That leades us to a height we may confront The Sun and with a breath extinguish common Starres be but thou rul'd the light That does create day to this City Must be derived from us Au. You are my soule and to my airy Wings add quicker Feathers what taske Wo'd not I run to be cald Queene Did the life blood of all our Family Father and Mother stand as a quicke wall To stop my passage to a Throne I 'de with a Puniard ope their Azure veines And squeese their active blood up into Clods Till they become as cold as winters snow And as a bridge upon their trunkes I 'de goe Ma. Our soules are twinnes and thirst with equal heat For Deity Kings are in all things Gods Saving mortality Au. To be a Queene what danger wo'd I run I 'de spend my life like to a Bare-foot Nun So I might sit above the lesser starrs Of small Nobility but for a day Mach. 'T is to be done sweet love an nearer way I have already with the suger'd baites Of Justice liberallity and all The Foxe like ginns that subtile Statse-men Set to catch the hearts o' th giddy multitude Which if it faile as cautious policy Forbids I build too strongly on their drunke Uncertaine Votes I 'de have thee breake with My great Prisoners Wife as I will Doe with him promise the states equall Devided halfe himselfe shall rule So that if need compell us to take Armes We may have forces from the Realme of France To seate us in the Chaire of Government Au. I never shall indure to walke as equall With proud Philippa no ambitious soule Boyles in a thirsty flame of totall glory I must be all without a second flame To dim our luster Mach. Still my very soule thinkest thou I can indure Compeditor or let an Ethiope sit by Machvils side As partner in his honour no as I have seene I' the Common-wealth of Players one that did act The Thebane Creon's part with such a life I became ravisht and on Raimond meane To plot what he did one the caveling boyes of Oedipus Whilst we graspe the whole dignity Au. As how sweet Machvile Mach. It is not ripe my love The King I heare applauds my justice Wherefore I have sent order that Count Antonio Once being taken be sent to Fill-ford Mill There ground to death Au. What for his wife Mach. Thy envy she I have banisht And her goods to guard a shower of curses From my head I 'ave given the poore Au. Good pollicy let 's home to our designes I hate to be officious yet my frowne Shall be dissolv'd to flattery for a Crowne Exit Mach. Attend your Lady so her forward spleene Tickled with thought of greatnesse makes the Scene attempts run smooth the haughty Moore shall bee the Lader on whose servile backe I le mount to greatnesse If calme peace deny me easie way Rough War shall force it which done Raimond And his Philippa must goe seeke an Empire in Elizium for to rule predominance belongs Alone to me slaves are unworthy rule What state wo'd set a Crowne upon a a Mule Exit Antonio disguis'd sitting in a Closet My soule is heavy and my eye-lids feele The weighty power of lazy Morpheus Each element that breathes a life within me Runs a contrary course and conspire To counterfeit a Chaos whilst the frame And weake supporters of my inward man Cracke as beneath the weight of Atlas burthen A suddaine change how my blear'd eye-lids strive To force a sleepe 'gainst nature O you Powers That rule the better thoughts if you have ought To act on my fraile body let it be with eagles Speed or if your wills so please Let my fore past and undejested wrongs O'rewhelme my thoughts and sinke me to the ground With their no lesse then deaths remembrances Cease bastard slave to clog my sences With the leaden weights of an unwilling sleepe unlesse Thy raw-bon'd brother joyne his force and make A seperation twixt my aiery soule And my all earthly body I am o're come heaven worke your wills my breath Submits to this us 't would submit to death Sleepes Soft Musicke Love descends halfe way then speakes Sleepe intranced man but be Wakefull in thy fancy see Love hath left his Pallace faire And beates his wings against the ayre To ease thy panting breasts of ill Loves a Phisitian our Will Must be obey'd therefore with hast To Flanders fly the ecchoing blast Of Fame shall usher thee along And leave thee pester'd in a throng Of searching troubles which shall be But Bug-beares to thy constancy Enter from one side death and from the other side Aurelia Death strikes three times at Antonio and Aurelia diverts it Exit severally What this same shadow seemes to be In Flanders thou shalt reall see The Maid that seem'd to conquer Death And give thee longer leafe of breath Dotes on thy aire report hath bin Lavish in praysing thee unseene Make hast to Flanders time will be Accus'd of slothfulnesse if she Be longer tortur'd doe not stay My power shall guide thee on the way assended Enter Giovanno and the old Tayler Gio. He is asleepe Old Tay. See how he strugles as if some visions Had assum'd a shape fuller of horrour Then his troubled thoughts Gio. His conscience gripes him to purpose see he wakes Let us observe Ant. Stay gentle power leave Hostage that thy promise Thou 'lt performe And I will offer to thy Diety More then my lazy heart has offer'd yet But stay Antonio can thy easie faith Give credit to a dreame an aiery vision Fram'd by strangling fancy to delude weake Sence with a gay nothing recollect thy selfe Advise thee by thy feares it may force hence This midnights shade of griefe And guild it with a morne as fall of joy As do's bright Phaebus to our Easterne World When blushing he arises from the lap Of Sea-greene Thetis to give a new day birth Gio. Why how now friend what talking to thy selfe Ant. O Giovanno 't is my unpartiall thoughts That rise in war against my guilty conscience O it stings me Old Tay. Be more a man shrinke not beneath a weight So light a child may beare it for beleeve me If my Propheticke feare deceive me not You had done an act Spaine should for ever praise Had you kild Machvile to Ant. As how good Master I must call you so This is your Livery Old O y' are noble Tayler But to Machvile It was my chance being sent for by his wife To take the measure of their noble prisoner Who when I came was busie being plac'd Into a roome where I might easily heare Them talke of Crownes and Kingdomes And of two that should be
partners in this End of Spaine Gio. Who were they Old Machvile and Raimond at last Machvile laught Saying for this I made the Governour To crosse Antonio at the Counsell bord Knowing that one must if not both sho'd dye Ant. Did he say this Old He did and added more under a feigned show Of love to Justice banisht your sister Gio. Is Evadne banisht Old She is and as I ghesse to Flanders her woman too has left her Ant. Nay droope not friend Host pray tell proud Machvile I have a sword left to chastise A Traitor come let 's goe seeke Evadne Gio. O Antonio the suddaine griefe almost distracts Thy friend but come let 's goe each severall And meete at Fill-ford if thou findest Evadne Beare her unto the Castle Exit Ant. Farewell good master Exit Old O you honour me Bootelesse were all perswasions they 'le not stay I 'le to the King this treason may become Like a disease out of the reach of Phisicke And may infect past care if let alone Exit Enter Raymond and Philippa Phi. Erect thy head my Raymond be more tall Then daring Atlas but more safely wise Sustaine no burthen but the politicke care Of being great till thou atcheive the Cities Axeltree and wave it as thou list Ray. Hast thou no skill in Magick that thou hits So just upon my thoughts thy tongue is tipt Like Natures miracle that drawes the steele With unresisted violence I can not keepe A secret to my selfe but thy prevailing Rhetoricke ravishes and leaves my breast Like to an empty Casket that once was blest With keeping of a Iewell I durst not trust the Ayre with 't was so precious pray be carefull Phi. You doe not doubt me Ray. No were you a woman made of such course ingrediances as the common which in our triveall phrase we call meere women I wou'd not trust thee with a Cause so weighty that the discovery did indanger this this haire that when 't is gone a Linxe cannot misse it but you are I want expressions 't is not common words can speake you truely you are more than woman Phi. My Lord you know my temper and how to Win upon my heart Ray. I must be gone and post a messenger France must supply what wants to make thee great An Army my Philippa which these people Snoring in pride of their last victory Doe not so much as dreame on Nor shall till they be forced to yeeld their voyces At our election which will be ere long Phi. O 't is an age I 'de rather have it sed Philippa then a prisoner were dead Exit Enter a Crimenall Iudge and Officers with Antonio Petrucio and Aurelio meete him with servants Iud. Captaine Petruchio take this condemned man Into your charge it is Antonio once a Spanish Count till his rash folly with his Life made forfeit of his honour he Was found travelling to your Castle 'T was Heavens will that his own feet Should with a willing pace conduct him to his ruine For the murther he must be ground to death In Filford Mill of which you are the Governour Here my Commision in its end give strength to yours He 's your charge farewell His death must be with speed Exit with his Ant. Deceive me not good glasses your lights In my esteeme never till now was precious 'T is the same I 't is the very same I sleeping saw Au. Is this the man Fame speakes so nobly of O love Aurelio never untill now Could say he knew thee I must desemble it Pet. Come sir to my Castle Au. Fie on you sir to kill a Governor it is a fact Death cannot appeare too horrible to punish Ant. Can this be truth O shallow shallow man To credit aire beleeve there can be substance In a cloud of thickned smoake as truth hid in a dreame Yes there is truth that like a scrowle fetcht from An Oracle betrayes the double dealing of the gods Dreames that speake all of joy doe turne to griefe And such bad Faâ—e deludes my light beleefe Pet. Away with him Exeunt Aurelius solus Oft have I heard my brother with a tongue Proud of the Office prais'd this lovely Lord And my trapt soule old with a eager hast Draw in the breath and now O Aurelia Buried with him must all thy joy thou hast For ever sleepe and with a pale consumption Pittying him wit thou thy selfe be ruin'd He must not dye if there be any way Reveal'd to the distressed I will find it Assist a poore lost Virgin some good power And lead her to a path whose secret tract May guide both him and me unto our safety Be kind good wits I never untill now Put you to any trouble 't is your Office To helpe at need this little world you live by Not yet O dulnesse doe not make me mad I hav 't blest braine now shall a womans wit Wrestle with Fate and if my plot but hit Come off with wreaths my duty nay may all I must forsake lest my Antonio fall Exit Act Fourth Scene 1. Enter Giovanno mad solus NOt finde Evadne I sure some wanton wind Has snacht her from the earth into the aire Smooth Zephers faines the tresses of her haire Whilst slicke Favonious playes the fawning slave And hourely dyes making her breasts his grave O false Evadne is Giovanno's love That has out-done all merrit for thy sake So light that winde out-weighs it No no no Evadne is all vertue Sweet as the breath of Roses and as chast As Virgin Lillies in their infancy Downe you deluding Ministers of Ayre Evadne is not light though she be faire Dissolve the counterfeit ha ha ha ha See how they shrinke why so now I will love you Goe search into the hollowes of the earth And finde my love or I will chaine you up To eternity see see who 's this O I know him now So ho ho so ho ho not heare 'T is Phoeton no 't is an heire got Since his fathers death into a Cloake of gold Out-shines the Sunne the head-strong horses Of Licentious youth have broke their Reines And drawne him through the Signes of all libidinousnes See from the whorish front of Capra He 's tumbling downe as low as beggery O are you come grimme Tartors Radamonte Goe aske of Pluto if he have not tane Evadne to his smoky Common-wealth And ravisht her begon why stirre you not Ha ha ha the devill is afraid Evad. Helpe a Rape Within Ban. Stop her mouth Gia. Who calls for helpe t is my Evadne I It was her voyce that gave the Eccho life That cry'd a Rape Divell dost love a wench Who was thy Pander ha What saucy friend Durst lay his unpard Fangs on my Evadne Come I le swimme unarmed o're Acheron And sinke grimme Charon in his fiery Boate Evad. Murther a Rape Within Gia. I come I come Exit Enter the Bandetos dragging Evadne by the haire she drops a Scarfe Exeunt Enter Giovanno againe Gio. I cannot finde her
For which wee c. Enter Antonio Giovanno and the old Tayler Old Tay You see the life we live cease Ant. O 't is a merry one Gio. It is no newes to me I have bin us'd to 't Old Tay. Now for discovery the King as yet Is ignorant of your names and shall be Till your merits beg your pardon My Lord you are for Machvile take this gowne Ant. Pray for success Exit Ant. Old Tay. You in this French disguise for proud Philippa This is her garment I heare the King be gone The French mans folly sit upon your tongue Exeunt Enter the King Evadne and Aurelia King Beleeve me Tayler you have out-stript the Court For such perfections lives not every where Nature was vext as she 's a very shrew She made all others in an angry mood These onely she can boast for Master-peeces The rest want something or in mind or forme These are precisely made a Critticke Jury Of cavelling Arts cannot condemne a scruple Aur. But that your entrance in this formall speech Betray'd you are a Courtier I had bin angry At your Ranke flattery King Can you say so Evad. Sir she has spoke my meaning King Friend what are those beauties cald aside Old Tay. Your graces pardon King Are they Oracle or is the knowledge fatall But that I know thy faith this deniall Wou'd conjure a suspition in my breast Vse thy prerogative 't is thy owne house In which you are a King and I your guest Come ladies Exeunt Enter Antonio disguis'd like a Physitian This habite will doe well and lesse suspected Rapt i'th is cover lives a Kingdomes plague They kill with licence Machviles proud dame 'T is fam'd is sicke upon my soule how ere Her health may be the Aguesh commons cry She 's a disease they groane for this disguise Shall sift her Ebon soule and if she be Infectious like a Meagrome or rot limbe The sword of Justice must devide the joynt That holds her to the States indanger'd body Shee comes Enter Machvile with Auristella leaning on his arme with two Servants Mach. Looke up my Auristella Better the Sun forsake his course to blesse With his continuing beames the Antipodes And we grovell for ever in eternall night Then death ecclipse thy rich and stronger light Seeke some physitian horrour to my soule she faints I 'de rather lose the issue of my hopes than Auristella Ant. Issue of his hopes strange aside Mach. The Crownes injoynement can yeeld no content Without the presence of my Auristilla Ant. Crownes injoyment O villaine Mach. Why stirre you not fetch me some skilfull man My Kingdome shall reward him if his Art Chaine her departing soule unto her flesh But for a day till she be crown'd a Queene Fly bring him unto this walke Ant. Stay Most honour'd Count now for a forged linke aside Of flattery to chaine me to his love Having with studious care gone o're the Art Folly tearmes Magick which more sublime soules Skil'd i' the Starrs know is above that mischiefe I finde you 're borne to be 'bove vulger greatnesse Even to a Throne but stay let 's fetch this Lady Mach. All greatnesse without her is slavery Ant. Vse modest violence Au. Oh Ant. Stand wider give her aire Mach. God-like Physitian I and all that 's mine Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice Ant. Forefend it goodnesse I nay all E're many houres makes the now yong day A type of sparkeling youth shall on their knees Pray for your highnesse Mach. Looke up my Auristella and be great Rise with the Sun but never to decline Aur. What have you done Mach. Wak'd thee to be a Queene Aur. A Queene O don't dissemble you have rob'd me Of greater pleasure than the fancied blisse Elizium ownes O for a pleasure reall that Wo'd appeare in all unto my dreame that I may Frowne and then kill smile and create againe Were there a Hell as doting age wo'd have To fright from lawlesse courses heed lesse youth For such a short liv'd happinesse as that I wo'd be lost unto eternity Mach. The day growes old in houres Come Auristella to the Capitall The Gray-beard Senate shall on humble knees Pay a Religious Sacrifice of praise Unto thy demy Deity the Starrs Have in a generall Senate made thee Queene Of this our world Great master of thy Art Confirme my love Ant. Madam Mach Nay heare him love beleeve me he 's a man That may be Secretary to the gods He is alone in Art 't were sin to name A second all are dunces to him Ant. How easie is the faith of the ambitious Mach. Follow me to the Counsell Exit Au. Are you the man my husband speakes so high of Are you skill'd i' the Starres Ant. Yes Madam Au. Your habit sayes or you abuse the custome You 're a Physitian Ant. Madam i 'me both Au. And dee ' find no let that stops my rysing Ant. Not any Au. Away your skill is dull dul to dirision There is a Star fixt i' the heaven of greatnesse That sparkles with a rich and fresher light Than our sicke and defective Taper Ant. It may be so the horiscope is troubled Au. Confusion take your horiscope and you Can you with all your Art advise my feares How to confound this constellation Ant. Death how she conjures Madam I must search into the Planets Au. Planet me no planets be a Physitian And from your study of industrious poisons Fetch me your best experienc'd speedy one And bring it to me straight what 't is to doe Like unresolved riddles hid from you Exit Ant. Planet said I upon my life no planet Is so swift as her nere resting evill That 's her tongue well I 'le not question What the poisons for if for her selfe The common Hangman 's eas'd the labour of a blow For if she live her head must certaine off The poison I le goe get and give it her Then to the King If Sebastiano's Frenchified disguise Purchase the like discovery our eyes Will be too scanty we had need to be All eye to watch such haughty villany Exit Enter Giovanno and Philippa Gio. Begare Madam me make de gowne so brave O de hole vorle vorke be me patron me ha vorke for le grand Duches le Shevere le Royne de Francia Spanea de Angleter an all d'fine Madamosels Phi. Nay Monsier to deprive desert of praise is unknown Language troth I use it not nay it is verry well Gio. Be me trot a Madam never doe ill de English man do ill de Spanere doe de Duch de all doe ill but your Franch man and begare he doe incomparable brave Phi. Y' are too proud on 't Gio. Begare me noe proud I de vorle me speake be me trot de trut ang me noe lye metra Madam begare you have de find bode a de vorle O de fine brave big ting me have ever measure me waire fit it so pat Enter Raimond Phi. Welcome my Lord Shall I
like a Ghost 3. A little Players deceite flower will doe 't Marke me I can rehearse marke me rehearse some When this eternall substance of the soule Did live imprison'd in my wanton flesh I was a Tayler in the Court of Spaine 2 Tay. Courtier Virmine in the Court of Spaine 3 Tay. I there 's a great many Courtiers Virmine indeed Those are they beg poore mens livings But I say Tailer Vermine is a Court Tailer 2 Tay. Who shall act Ieronimo 3 Tay. That will I Marke if I doe not gape wider than the widest Mouth'd Fowler of them all hang me Who calls Ieronimo from his naked bed haugh Now for the passionate part Alas it is my sonne Horatio 1 Tay. Very fine but who shall act Horatio 2 Tay. I who shall doe your sonne 3 Tay. What doe doe againe Well I will act Horatio 2 Tay. Why you are his father 3 Tay. Pray who is fitter to act the sonne than the father That begot him 1 Tay. Who shall act Prince Belthazer and the King 3 Tay. I will doe Prince Belthazer too and for the King Who but I which of you all has such a face for a King Or such a leg to trip up the heeles of a Traytor 2 Tay. You will doe all I thinke 3 Tay. Yes marry will I who but Virmine yet I will Leave all to play the King Passe by Ieronimo 2 Tay. Then you are for the King 3 Tay. I bully I 1 Tay. Le ts goe seeke our fellowes and to this geere 3 Tay. Come on then Exeunt A table and stooles set Enter Brave Men of our needfull profession that deale in such commodities as mens lives had need to looke about 'em 're they trafficke I am to kill Raimond the Devills cozen german for he weares the same complexion but there is a right Devill that hath hired me that 's Count Machvile Good Table conceale me here will I wait my watch-word but stay have I not forgot it Then I then is my arme to enter I heare them comming Goes under the table Enter the King Antonio old Tayler Evadne Aurelia above Machvile Raimond Philippa Auristella Giovanno the Colonells with a guard below Mach. Pray take your seats Ray. Not well prethee retire Phi. Sicke sicke at heart Au. Well wrought poison O how joy swells me Ant. You see my Lord the poison is boxt up above Phi. Health waste upon this Royall company King Knowes she we are here Ant. O no my Lord 't is to the twins of treason Machvile and Raymond Ful. Royall there 's something in 't Aler. It smells ranke o' th Traytor Pan. Are you i' th wind on 't Au. Will you leave us Phi. I cannot stay O I am sicke to death Exit Au. Or I le nere trust poison more Mach. Pray seate your selves Gentlemen though your deserts have merit They sit aboue the Table And your worth's have deserv'd nobly But ingratitude that should be banisht From a Princes breast is Philips favorite King Philip Traytor why not King I am so Ant. Patience good my Lord I le downe Exit Mach. It lives too neere him You that have venter'd with expence of blood And danger of your lives to rivet him Unto his Seate with peace you that in War He term'd his Atlasses and prest with praises Your brawny shoulders cald you his Colossuses And said your lookes frighted tall war Out of his territories now in peace The issue of your labour this bad man Philip I meane made of ingratitude Wo'not afford a name that may distinguish Your worthy selves from Cowards Civet Cats spotted with Rats dung Or a face like white Broth strew'd o're with Currance For a stirring Caper or itching Dance to Please my Lady Vanity shall be made A smocke Knight King Villaine must our disgrace mount thee Ful. To what tends this Aler. What meanes Count Machvile Enter Antonio below Au. To be your King fie on this circumstance My longing will not brooke it say Will you obey us as your Kings and Queenes aside Ful. My Lord Antonio Ant. Confine your selves the King is within hearing therefore make show of liking Machviles plot let him Mount high his fall will bee the deeper my life you shall bee safe Au. Say are you agreed Ray. If not wee le force you to 't Speake French man are our forces i' th City Gio. Wee Mounsier Aler. Ful. Pan. We acknowledge you our King King More Traytors Mach. Why then The brave stabs Raymond Ray. Ha from whence this suddaine Mischiefe Did you not see a hand arm'd with the fatall Ruine of my life Gio. None paw Signior Mach. Ha ha ha lay hold on those French Souldiers Away with them Exeunt guard with the French Colonels Ray. Wast thy plot Machvile goe laughing to thy grave Au. Alasse my Lord is wounded Stabs him Ray. Come hither French man make a dying man Bound to thy love goe to Philippa Sickly as she is bring her unto me Or my flying soule will not depart in peace else Prethee make hast yet stay I have not breath To pay thy labour Shrinke yee you tweene-borne Atlasses that beare This my neere ruin'd world have you not strength To beare a curse whose breath may taint the aire That this Globe may feele a universall plague No yet beare up till with a vengefull eye I out-stare day and from the dogged sky Plucke my impartiall Star O my blood Is frozen in my veines farewell revenge me dyes Aler. They need no Law Ful. Nor Hang-man Pan. They Condemne and execute without a Jury Enter Philippa mad Phi. I come I come nay fly not for by Hell I le plucke thee by the Beard and drag thee thus Out of thy fiery Cave Ha on yonder hill Stand troopes of divills waiting for my soule But I le deceive 'em and instead of mine Send this same spotted Tygers Stabs Auristellae Au. Oh Phi. So whilst they to hell Are posting with their prize I le steale to Heaven Wolfe dost thou grin ha is my Raymond dead So ho so ho come backe You sutty Fiends that have my Raymonds soule And lay it downe or I will force you do 't No won't you stir by Stix I le baite you for 't Where is my Crowne Philippa was a Queene Was she not ha Why so where is my Crowne O you have hid it ha wa' st thou Over throwes the Table That rob'd Philippa of her Raymonds life Nay I will nip your wings you shall not fly I le plucke you by the guarded front and thus Sinke you to hell before me Stabs the Brave Bra. Oh oh Phi. What downe ho ho ho Laugh laugh you soules that fry in endlesse flames Ha whence this chilnesse must I dye nay then I come I come nay weepe not for I come Sleepe injur'd shadow O death strikes dumbe dyes Au. Machvile thy hand I can't repent farewell My burthened conscience sinkes me downe to hell Dyes Mach. I cannot tarry long farewell wee le meet Where we shall never
part if here be any My life has injur'd let your charity Forgive declining Machvile I am sorry Ant. His penitence workes strongly on my temper Of disguise see falling Count Antonio forgives thee Mach. Antonio O my shame Can you whom I have injur'd most pardon my guilt Give me thy hand yet nearer this imbrace Betray 's thee to thy death ha ha ha Stabs him So weepes the Aegyptian monster when it kills Wash't in a floud of teares could'st ever thinke Machviles repentance could come from his heart No downe Colossus Author of my sin And beare the burthen mingled with thine owne Enter the King Aur. Evad. old Tay. To finish thy damnation King Accursed villaine thou hast murther'd him That holds not one small drop of loyall blood But what is worth thy life Evad. O my brother Gio. Give him some ayre the wound cannot be mortall Au. Alas he faints O my Antonio Curst Machvile may thy soule Ant. Peace peace Aurelia be more mercifull Men are apt to censure and will condemne Thy passion call it madnesse and say thou Wantst Religion nay weepe not sweet For every one must dye it was thy love For to deceive the Law and give me life But death you see has reacht me O I dye Blood must have blood so speakes the Law of Heaven I slew the Governour for which rash deed Heaven fate and man thus make Antonio bleed Dyes Mach. Sleepe sleepe great heart thy vertue made me ill Authors of vice 't is fit the vitious kill But yet forgive me Oh my great heart Dissolves like snow and lessons to a Rhume Cold as the envious blasts of Notherne wind World how I lov'd thee 't were a sin to boast Farewell I now must leave thee my life Growes empty with my veines I cannot stand my breath Is as my strength weake and both seaz'd by death Farewell ambition catching at a Crowne Death tript me up and head-long threw me downe Dyes King So falls an exhalation from the sky And 's never mist because unnaturall A birth begotten by incorporate ill Whose usher to the gazing World is wonder Enter Petruchio Alas good man thou' rt come unto a sight Will try thy temper whether joy or griefe Shall Conquer most within thee joy lyes here Scater'd in many heapes these when they liv'd Threatned to teare this balsome from our brow And rob our Majesty of this Elyxar points to his Crowne I' st not my right was not I heire to Spaine Pet. You are our Prince and may you live Long to injoy your right King But now looke here 't is plaine griefe has a hand Harder than joy it presseth out such teares Nay rise Pet. I doe beseech your Grace not to thinke me Contriver of Antonio's scape from death 'T was my disloyall daughters breach of duty King That 's long since pardon'd Pet. You 're still mercifull King Antonio was thy sonne I sent for thee For to confirme it but he is dead Be mercyfull and doe not curse the hand That gave it him though it deserve it Au. O my griefes are you not strong enough To breake my heart pray tell me tell me true Can it be thought a sin or is it so By my owne hand to ease my breast of woe King Alas poore Lady rise thy Father 's here Pet. Looke up Aurelia ha why doe you kneele Gio. For a blessing Pet. Why she is not Aurelia doe not mocke me King But he is Sebastiano and your sonne Late by our hand made happy by injoying The faire Evadne dead Antonio's sister For whose sake he became a Tayler And so long liv'd in that meane disguise Pet. My joy had bin too great if he had liv'd The thrifty heaven's mingle our sweets with gall Least being glutted with excesse of good We should forget the giver Rise Sebastiano With thy happy choise mayst thou live crown'd With the injoyment of those benifits My prayers shall beg for rise Aurelio And in some place blest with religious prayers Spend thy left Remnant Au. You advise well indeed it was a fault To breake the bonds of duty and of law But love O Love thou whose all conquering power Builds Castles on the hearts of easie maides And makes 'em strong unto attempt those dangers That but rehearst before wo'd fright their soules Into a Jelly Brother I must leave you And Father when I send to you a note that shall Desire a yearely stipend to that holy place My tyred feet has found to rest them in Pray confirme it And now great King Aurelia begs of you To grace Antonio in the mournefull March Unto his grave which be where you thinke fit We need not be inter'd both in one Vault King Blest Virgin thy desires I will performe Au. Then I leave you my prayers shall still attend you As I hope yours shall accompany me Father your blessing and ere long expect To heare where I am entertain'd a Nunne Brother and Sister to you both adue Antonio dead Aurelia marries new Exit Pet. Farewell girle when I remember thee The Beades I drop shall be my teares Enter Vermine in a Cloake for the Prologue King She 's to all virgins a true mirror They that wo'd behold true love reflect on her There 't is ingross'd 3 Tay. Great King our Grace Old Tay. The King is sad you must not act 3 Tay. How not act Shall not Vermine act Old Tay. Yes you shall act but not now The King is indispos'd 3 Tay. Well then some other time I Virmine The King will act before the King Old Very good pray make your Exit 3 Tay. I le muster up all the Taylers in the The King and Gio. whisper Towne and so tickle their sides Old Nay thou' rt a right Virmine goe be not Troublesome Exit Virmine Gio. Upon my truth and loyalty great King What they did was but fain'd meerely words Without a heart 't was by Antonio's Counsell King Thou art all truth rise The Colonells kneele Omnes Long live King Philip in the calme of peace To exercise his Regall Clemency King Take up Antonio's body and let the rest Finde Christian buriall mercy befits a King Come trusty Tayler And to all Countries let swift Fame report King Philip made a Taylers house his Court Old Your grace much honours me King We can't enough pay thy alone deserts Kings may be poore when Subjects are like thee So fruitfull in all loyall vertuous deeds March with the Body we 'le performe all Rights Of sable Ceremony that done We 'le to our Court since all our owne is won Exeunt FINIS