obserues pursues slinks back for fright Was neuer cast in mould of noble spright Ga. Tush there 's a fun will straight exhale these damps Of chilling feare Come shal 's salute the bride Ant, Castilio I pree the mixe thy breath with his Sing one of Signior Renaldo's ayres To rouse the slumbring bride from gluttoning In surfet of superfluous sleepe Good Signior sing CANTANT What meanes this silence and vnmooued calme Boy winde thy Cornet force the leaden gates Of lasie sleepe fly open with thy breath My Mellida not vp not stirring yet vmh Ma. That voice should be my sonnes Antonio 's Antonio Ant. Here who cals here stands Antonio Mari. Sweete sonne Ant. Deare mother Ma. Faire honour of a chast and loyall bed Thy fathers beautie thy sad mothers loue Were I as powrefull as the voice of fate Felicitie compleat should sweete thy state But all the blessings that a poore banisht wretch Can powre vpon thy heade take gentle sonne Liue gratious youth to close thy mothers eyes Lou'd of thy parents till their latest hower How cheares my Lord thy father O sweet boy Part of him thus I clip my deare deare ioy Ant. Madam last night I kist his princely hand And tooke a treasur'd blessing from his lips O mother you arriue in Iubile And firme attonement of all boystrous rage Pleasure vnited loue protested faith Guard my lou'd father as sworne Pensioners The Dukes are leagu'd in firmest bond of loue And you arriue euen in the Solsticie And highest point of sun-shine happinesse ¶ One windes a Cornet within Harke Madam how you Cornet ierketh vp His straind shrill accents in the capering ayre As proud to summon vp my bright cheek't loue Now mother ope wide expectation Let loose your amplest sense to entertaine Th' impression of an obiect of such worth That life 's too poore to Gal. Nay leaue Hyperboles Ant. I tel thee prince that presence straight appears Of which thou canst not forme Hyperboles The trophy of tryumphing excellence The heart of beautie Mellida appeares See looke the curtaine stirs shine natures pride Loues vitall spirit deare Antonio's bride ¶ The Curtain 's drawne and the bodie of Feliche stabd thick with wounds appeares hung vp What villaine bloods the window of my loue What slaue hath hung you gorie ensigne vp In flat defiance of humanitie Awake thou faire vnspotted puritie Death 's at thy windowe awake bright Mellida Antonio cals SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Piero as at first with Forobosco Pie VVHO giues these il-befitting attributes Of chast vnspotted bright to Mellida He lies as lowde as thunder shee 's vnchast Tainted impure blacke as the soule of hell ¶ He drawes his rapier offers to runne at Piero but Maria holds his arme staies him Ant. Dog I will make the eate thy vomit vp Which thou hast belk't gainst taintlesse Mellida Ramm 't quicklie downe that it may not rise vp To imbraid my thoughts Behold my stomack 's Strike me quite through with the relentlesse edge Of raging furie Boy I le kill thy loue Pandulfe Feliche I haue stabd thy sonne Looke yet his lifeblood reekes vpon this steele Albert you hangs thy friend Haue none of you Courage of vengeance Forget I am your Duke Thinke Mellida is not Pieros bloode Imagine on slight ground I le blast his honour Suppose I sawe not that incestuous slaue Clipping the strumpet with luxurious twines O numme my sense of anguish cast my life In a dead sleepe whilst lawe cuts off yon maine Yon putred vlcer of my roiall bloode Foro. Keepe league with reason gratious Soueraigne Pie There glowe no sparkes of reason in the world All are rak't vp in ashie beastlinesse The bulke of man 's as darke as Erebus No branch of Reasons light hangs in his trunke There liues no reason to keepe league withall I ha no reason to be reasonable Her wedding eue linkt to the noble blood Of my most firmely reconciled friend And found euen clingd in sensualitie O heauen O heauen Were she as neare my heart As is my liuer I would rend her off SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Strozzo Str. VVHITHER O whither shal I hurle vast griefe Pier. Here into my breast t is a place built wide By fate to giue receipt to boundlesse woes Str. O no here throb those hearts which I must cleaue With my keene pearcing newes Andrugio's dead Pier. Dead Ma. O me most miserable Pie Dead alas how dead Giue seeming passion Fut weepe act faine Dead alas how dead Str. The vast delights of his large sodaine ioyes Opned his powers so wide that 's natiue heate So prodigally flow'd t'exterior parts That thinner Citadell was left vnmand And so surpriz'd on sodaine by colde death Mari. O fatal disastrous cursed dismall Choake breath and life I breath I liue too long Andrugio my Lord I come I come Pie Be cheerefull Princesse help Castilio The Ladie 's swouned helpe to beare her in Slow comfort to huge cares is swiftest sin Bal. Courage courage sweet Ladie t is sir Gefferey Balurdo bids you courage Truly I am as nimble as an Elephant about a Ladie Pan. Dead Ant. Dead Alb. Dead An. Why now the womb of mischiefe is deliuer'd Of the prodigious issue of the night Pan. Ha ha ha Ant. My father dead my loue attaint of lust That 's a large lye as vast as spatious hell Poore guiltlesse Ladie O accursed lye What whome whether which shall I first lament A deade father a dishonour'd wife Stand Me thinkes I feele the frame of nature shake Cracks not the ioynts of earth to beare my woes Alb. Sweet Prince be patient Ant. S'lid sir I will not in despight of thee Patience is slaue to fooles a chaine that 's fixt Onely to postes and senslesse log-like dolts Alb. T is reasons glorie to commaund affects An. Lies thy cold father dead his glossed eyes New closed vp by thy sad mothers hands Hast thou a loue as spotlesse as the browe Of clearest heauen blurd with false defames Are thy moyst entrals crumpled vp with griefe Of parching mischiefs Tel me does thy hart With punching anguish spur thy galled ribs Then come and let 's sit and weep wreath our arms I le heare thy counsell Alb. Take comfort Ant. Confusion to all comfort I defie it Comfort 's a Parasite a flattring Iack And melts resolu'd despaire O boundlesse woe If there be any black yet vnknowen griefe If there be any horror yet vnfelt Vnthought of mischiefe in thy fiendlike power Dash it vpon my miserable heade Make me more wretch more cursed if thou canst O now my fate is more than I could feare My woes more waightie than my soule can beare Exit Pan. Ha ha ha Al. Why laugh you vncle That 's my cuz your son Whose brest hangs cased in his cluttered gore Pa. True man true why wherfore should I weepe Come sit kinde Nephew come on thou and I Will talke as Chorus to this tragedie Intreat the musick straine their instruments With a slight
in me In me Antonio ha Where liue these sounds I can see nothing griefe 's inuisible And lurkes in secret angles of the heart Come sigh againe Antonio beares his part Mell. O here here is a vent to passe my sighes I haue surcharg'd the dungeon with my plaints Prison and heart will burst if void of vent I that is Phoebe empresse of the night That gins to mount ô chastest deitie If I be false to my Antonio If the least soyle of lust smeers my pure loue Make me more wretched make me more accurst Then infamie torture death hell and heauen Can bound with amplest power of thought if not Purge my poore heart with defamations blot Ant. Purge my poore heart from defamations blot Poore heart how like her vertuous selfe she speakes Mellida deare Mellida it is Antonio Slinke not away t is thy Antonio Mel. How found you out my Lord alas I knowe T is easie in this age to finde out woe I haue a sute to you Ant. What is 't deare soule Mell. Kill me I faith I le winke not stir a iot For God sake kill mee insooth lou'd youth I am much iniur'd looke see how I creepe I cannot wreake my wrong but sigh and weepe An. May I be cursed but I credit thee Mell. To morrowe I must die An. Alas for what Mell. For louing thee t is true my sweetest breast I must die falsely so must thou deare heart Nets are a knitting to intrappe thy life Thy fathers death must make a Paradice To my I shame to call him father Tell me sweet Shall I die thine dost loue mee still and still Ant. I doe Mell. Then welcome heauens will Ant. Madam I will not swell like a Tragedian in forced passion of affected straines If I had present power of ought but pittying you I would be as readie to redresse your wrongs as to pursue your loue Throngs of thoughts crowde for their passage somewhat I will doe Reach me thy hand thinke this is honors bent To liue vnslau'd to die innocent Mel. Let me entreat a fauour gratious loue Be patient see me die good doe not weepe Goe sup sweete chuck drinke and securely sleepe Ant. I faith I cannot but I le force my face To palliate my sicknesse Mell. Giue me thy hand Peace on thy bosome dwel That 's all my woe can breath kisse Thus farewell Ant. Farewell my heart is great of thoughts Stay doue And therefore I must speake but what ô Loue By this white hande no more reade in these teares What crushing anguish thy Antonio beares Antonio kisseth Mellida's hand then Mellida goes from the grate Mel. God night good harte Ant. Thus heate from blood thus soules from bodies part ¶ Enter Piero and Strozzo Pie He greeues laughe Strozzo laugh he weepes Hath he teares ô pleasure hath he teares Now doe I scourge Andrugio with steele whips Of knottie vengeance Strozzo cause me straight Some plaining dittie to augment despaire Tryumph Piero harke he groanes ô rare Ant. Beholde a prostrate wretch laid on his toumbe His Epitaph thus Ne plus vltra Ho Let none out woe me mine 's Herculean woe CANTANT Exit Piero at the end of the song SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter Maria Ant. MAY I be more cursed then heauen can make me If I am not more wretched Then man can conceiue me Sore forlorne Orphant what omnipotence can make thee happie Mar. How now sweete sonne good youth what dost thou Ant. Weepe weepe Mar. Dost naught but weepe weepe Ant. Yes mother I do sigh and wring my hands Beat my poore breast and wreath my tender armes Harke yee I le tel you wondrous strange strāge news Ma. What my good boy starke mad Ant. I am not Ma. Alas is that strange newes Ant. Strange news why mother is 't not wondrous strange I am not mad I run not frantick ha Knowing my fathers trunke scarce colde your loue Is sought by him that doth pursue my life Seeing the beautie of creation Antonio's bride pure heart defam'd and stoad Vnder the hatches of obscuring earth Heu quo labor quo vota ceciderunt mea ¶ Enter Piero Pie Good euening to the faire Antonio Most happie fortune sweete succeeding time Rich hope think not thy fate a bankrout though Ant. Vmh the diuell in his good time and tide forsake thee Pie How now harke yee Prince An. God be with you Pie Nay noble blood I hope yee not suspect An. Suspect I scorn 't Here 's cap leg good night Thou that wants power with dissemblance fight Exit Antonio Pier. Madam O that you could remēber to forget Ma. I had a husband and a happie sonne Pi. Most powreful beautie that inchanting grace Ma. Talke not of beautie nor inchanting grace My husband 's deade my son 's distraught accurst Come I must vent my griefes or heart will burst Exit Maria Pie Shee 's gone yet she 's here she hath left a print Of her sweete graces fixt within my heart As fresh as is her face I le marrie her Shee 's most fair true most chaste most false because Most faire t is firme I le marrie her SCENA QVINTA ¶ Enter Strotzo Str. MY Lord Piero Ha Strotzo my other soule my life Deare hast thou steel'd the point of thy resolue Wilt not turne edge in execution Str. No Pie Doe it with rare passion and present thy guilt As if t were wrung out with thy conscience gripe Sweare that my daughter's innocent of lust And that Antonio brib'd thee to defame Her maiden honour on inueterate hate Vnto my bloode and that thy hand was feed By his large bountie for his fathers death Sweare plainly that thou chok'tst Andrugio By his sons onely egging Rush me in Whil'st Mellida prepares her selfe to die Halter about thy necke and with such sighs Laments and acclamations lyfen it As if impulsiue power of remorse Str. I le weepe Pie I I fall on thy face and cry why suffer you So lewde a slaue as Strotzo is to breath Str. I le beg a strangling growe importunate Pie As if thy life were loathsome to thee then I Catch straight the cords end and as much incens'd With thy damn'd mischiefes offer a rude hand As readie to girde in thy pipe of breath But on the sodaine straight I le stand amaz'd And fall in exclamations of thy vertues Str. Applaud my agonies and penitence Pie Thy honest stomack that could not disgest The crudities of murder but surcharg'd Vomited'st them vp in Christian pietie Str. Then clip me in your armes Pie And call thee brother mount thee straight to state Make thee of counsell tut tut what not what not Thinke on t be confident pursue the plot Str. Looke here 's a troop a true rogues lips are mute I doe not vse to speake but execute He layes finger on his mouth and drawes his dagger Pie So so run headlong to confusion Thou slight brain'd mischiefe thou art made as durt To plaster vp the bracks of my
defects I le wring what may be squeas'd from out his vse And good night Strozzo Swell plump bold heart For now thy tide of vengeance rowleth in O now Tragoedia Cothurnata mounts Piero's thoughts are fixt on dire exploites Pell mell confusion and black murder guides The organs of my spirit shrinke not heart Capienda rebus in malis praeceps via est FINIS ACTVS SECVNDI ACT. III SCEN. I. ¶ A dumbe showe The cornets sounding for the Acte ¶ Enter Castilio and Forobosco Alberto and Balurdo with polaxes Strozzo talking with Piero seemeth to send out Strotzo Exit Strotzo Enter Strotzo Maria Nutriche and Luceo Piero passeth through his guard and talkes with her with seeming amorousnesse she seemeth to reiect his suite flyes to the toumbe kneeles and kisseth it Piero bribes Nutriche and Lucio they goe to her seeming to solicite his suite She riseth offers to goe out Piero stayeth her teares open his breast imbraceth and kisseth her and so they goe all out in State ¶ Enter two pages the one with two tapers the other with a chafing dish a perfume in it Antonio in his night gowne and a night cap vnbrac't following after An. THE black iades of swart night trot foggy rings Bout heauens browe 12 T is now starke deade night Is this Saint Markes Church 1. Pa. It is my Lord Ant. Where stands my fathers hearse 2. Pa. Those streamers beare his armes I that is it Ant. Set tapers to the toumbe lampe the Church Giue me the fire Now depart and sleepe Exeunt pages I purifie the ayre with odorous fume Graues valts and toumbes groane not to beare my weight Colde flesh bleake trunkes wrapt in your half-rot shrowdes I presse you softly with a tender foote Most honour'd sepulchre vouchsafe a wretch Leaue to weepe ore thee Toumb I le not be long Ere I creepe in thee and with bloodlesse lips Kisse my cold fathers cheeke I pree thee graue Prouide soft mould to wrap my carcasse in Thou royal spirit of Andrugio where ere thou houerst Ayrie intellectt I heaue vp tapers to thee viewe thy son In celebration of dewe obsequies Once euery night I le dewe thy funerall hearse With my religious teares O blessed father of a cursed son Thou diedst most happie since thou liuedst not To see thy sonne most wretched and thy wife Pursu'd by him that seekes my guiltlesse blood O in what orbe thy mightie spirit soares Stoop and beat downe this rising fog of shame That striues to blur thy blood and girt defame About my innocent and spotlesse browes Non est mori miserum sed miserè mori And. Thy pangs of anguish rip my cerecloth vp And loe the ghoast of ould Andrugio Forsakes his coffin Antonio reuenge I was impoyson'd by Piero's hand Reuenge my bloode take spirit gentle boy Reuenge my bloode Thy Mellida is chaste Onely to frustrate thy pursuite in loue Is blaz'd vnchaste Thy mother yeelds consent To be his wife giue his bloode a sonne That made her husbandlesse and doth complot To make her sonlesse but before I touch The banks of rest my ghost shall visite her Thou vigor of my youth iuyce of my loue Seize on reuenge graspe the sterne bended front Of frowning vengeance with vnpaized clutch Alarum Nemesis rouze vp thy blood Inuent some stratageme of vengeance Which but to thinke on may like lightning glide With horor through thy breast remember this Scelera non vlcisceris nisi vincis Exit Andrugio's ghost SCENA SECVNDA ¶ Enter Maria her haire about her eares Nutriche and Lucio with Pages and torches Ma. VVHERE left you him shewe mee good boyes away Nut. Gods mee your haire Ma. Nurse t is not yet prowde day The neat gay mistes of the light 's not vp Her cheekes not yet flurd ouer with the paint Of borrowed crimsone the vnpranked world Wears yet the night-cloathes let flare my loosed hair I scorne the presence of the night Where 's my boy Run I le range about the Church Like frantick Bachanell or Iasons wife Inuoking all the spirits of the graues To tell me where Hah O my poore wretched blood What dost thou vp at midnight my kinde boy Deare soule to bed ô thou hast struck a fright Vnto thy mothers panting O quisquis noua Supplicia functis dirus vmbrarum arbiter Disponis quisquis exeso iaces Pauidus sub antri quisquis venturi times Montis ruinam quisquis auidorum feres Rictus leonum dira furiarum agmina Implicitus horres Antonii vocem excipe Properantis ad vos Vlciscar Ma. Alas my son 's distraught Sweete boy appease Thy mutining affections Ant. By the astonning terror of swart night By the infectious damps of clammie graues And by the mould that presseth downe My deade fathers sculle I le be reueng'd Ma. Wherefore on whom for what go go to bed Good dutious sonne Ho but thy idle An. So I may sleepe toumb'd in an honour'd hearse So may my bones rest in that Sepulcher Ma. Forget not dutie sonne to bed to bed An. May I be cursed by my fathers ghost And blasted with incensed breath of heauen If my heart beat on ought but vengeance May I be numd with horror and my vaines Pucker with sing'ing torture if my braine Disgest a thought but of dire vengeance May I be fetter'd slaue to coward Chaunce If blood heart braine plot ought saue vengeance Ma. Wilt thou to bed I wonder when thou sleepst Ifaith thou look'st sunk-ey'd go couch thy head Now faith t is idle sweet sweet sonne to bed Ant. I haue a prayer or two to offer vp For the good good Prince my most deare dear Lord The Duke Piero and your vertuous selfe And then when those prayers haue obtain'd successe In sooth I le come beleeue it now and couch My heade in downie moulde but first I le see You safely laide I le bring yee all to bed Piero Maria Strotzo Lucio I le see you all laid I le bringe you all to bed And then ifaith I le come and couch my head And sleepe in peace Ma. Looke then wee goe before Exeunt all but Antonio Ant. I so you must before we touch the shore Of wisht reuenge O you departed soules That lodge in coffin'd trunkes which my feet presse If Pythagorian Axiomes be true Of spirits transmigration floote no more To humane bodies rather liue in swine Inhabit wolues flesh scorpions dogs and toads Rather then man The curse of heauen raines In plagues vnlimitted through all his daies His mature age growes onely mature vice And ripens onely to corrupt and rot The budding hopes of infant modestie Still striuing to be more then man he prooues More then a diuell diuelish suspect diuelish crueltie All hell-straid iuyce is powred to his vaines Making him drunke with fuming surquedries Contempt of heauen vntam'd arrogance Lust state pride murder And. Murder From aboue and beneath Fel. Murder From aboue and beneath Pa. Murder From aboue and beneath Ant. I I
will murder graues and ghosts Fright me no more I le suck red vengeance Out of Pieros wounds Piero's wounds Enter two boyes with Piero in his night gown night cap Pie Maria loue Maria she tooke this I le Left you her here On lights away I thinke we shall not warme our beds to day ¶ Enter Iulio Forobosco and Castilio Iul. Ho father father Pie How now Iulio my little prettie sonne Why suffer you the childe to walke so late Foro. He will not sleepe but cals to followe you Crying that bug-beares spirits haunted him Antonio offers to come nere and stab Piero presently withdrawes Ant. No not so This shall be sought for I le force him feede on life Till he shall loath it This shall be the close Of vengeance straine Pie Away there Pages leade on fast with light The Church is full of damps t is yet deade night Exit all sauing Iulio SCENA TERTIA Iul. BROTHER Antonio are you here ifaith Why doe you frowne Indeed my sister said That I should call you brother that she did When you were married to her Busse me good Truth I loue you better then my father deede Ant. Thy father Gratious ô bounteous heauen I doe adore thy Iustice Venit in nostras manus Tandem vindicta venit tota quidem Iul. Truth since my mother dyed I lou'd you best Something hath angred you pray you look merily Ant. I will laugh and dimple my thinne cheeke With capring ioy chuck my heart doth leape To graspe thy bosome Time place and blood How fit you close togither Heauens tones Strike not such musick to immortall soules As your accordance sweetes my breast withall Me thinks I pase vpon the front of Ioue And kick corruption with a scornefull heele Griping this flesh disdaine mortalitie O that I knewe which ioynt which side which lim Were father all and had no mother in 't That I might rip it vaine by vaine and carue reuenge In bleeding races but since 't is mixt together Haue at aduenture pel mell no reuerse Come hither boy This is Andrugio's hearse Iul. O God you le hurt me For my sisters sake Pray you doe not hurt me And you kill me deede I le tell my father An. O for thy sisters sake I flagge reuenge Andr. Reuenge Ant. Stay stay deare father fright mine eyes no more Reuenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth And cleares his heart Come prettie tender childe It is not thee I hate not thee I kill Thy fathers blood that flowes within thy veines Is it I loath is that Reuenge must sucke I loue thy soule and were thy heart lapt vp In any flesh but in Piero's bloode I would thus kisse it but being his thus thus And thus I le punch it Abandon feares Whil'st thy wounds bleede my browes shall gush out teares Iuli. So you will loue me doe euen what you will Ant. Now barkes the Wolfe against the full cheekt Moone Now Lyons halfe-clamd entrals roare for food Now croakes the toad night-crowes screech aloud Fluttering 'bout casements of departing soules Now gapes the graues and through their yawnes let loose Imprison'd spirits to reuisit earth And now swarte night to swell thy hower out Behold I spurt warme bloode in thy blacke eyes From vnder the stage a groane Ant. Howle not thou pury mould groan not ye graues Be dumbe all breath Here stands Andrugio's sonne Worthie his father So I feele no breath His iawes are falne his dislodg'd soule is fled And now there 's nothing but Piero left He is all Piero father all This blood This breast this heart Piero all Whome thus I mangle Spright of Iulyo Forget this was thy trunke I liue thy friend Maist thou be twined with the sofest imbrace Of cleare eternitie but thy fathers blood I thus make incense of to vengeance Ghost of my poysoned Syre sucke this fume To sweete reuenge perfume thy circling ayre With smoake of bloode I sprinkle round his goare And dewe thy hearse with these fresh reeking drops Loe thus I heaue my blood-died handes to heauen Euen like insatiate hell still crying More My heart hath thirsting Dropsies after goare Sound peace and rest to Church night ghosts and graues Blood cries for bloode and murder murder craues SCENA QVARTA ¶ Enter two Pages with torches Marya her hayre loose and Nutriche Nut. FY fie to morrowe your wedding day and weepe Gods my comfort Andrugio could do well Piero may doe better I haue had foure husbands my selfe The first I called Sweete Duck the second Deare Heart the third Prettie Pugge But the fourth most sweete deare prettie all in all he was the verie cockeall of a husband What Ladie your skinne is smooth your bloode warme your cheeke fresh your eye quick change of pasture makes fat calues choice of linnen cleane bodies and no question variety of husbands perfect wiues I would you should knowe it as fewe teeth as I haue in my heade I haue red Aristotles Problemes which saith that woman receiueth perfection by the man What then be the men Goe to to bed lye on your backe dream not on Piero I say no more to morrowe is your wedding doe dreame not of Piero ¶ Enter Balurdo with abase Vyole Ma. What an idle prate thou keep'st good nurse goe sleepe I haue a mightie taske of teares to weepe Bal. Ladie with a most retort and obtuse legge I kisse the curled locks of your loose haire The Duke hath sent you the most musicall sir Gefferey with his not base but most innobled Viole to rock your baby thoughts in the Cradle of sleepe Ma. I giue the noble Duke respectiue thanks Bal. Respectiue truely a verie prettie word Indeed Madam I haue the most respectiue fiddle Did you euer smell a more sweete sounde My dittie must goe thus verie wittie I assure you I my selfe in an humorous passion made it to the tune of my mistresse Nutriches beautie Indeede verie prettie verie retort and obtuse I le assure you t is thus My mistresse eye doth oyle my ioynts And makes my fingers nimble O loue come on vntrusse your points My fiddlestick wants Rozzen My Ladies dugges are all so smooth That no flesh must them handle Her eyes doe shine for to say sooth Like a newe snuffed candle Mar. Truelie verie patheticall and vnuulgar Ba. Patheticall and vnuulgar words of worth excellent words In sooth Madam I haue taken a murre which makes my nose run most patheticallie and vnvulgarlie Haue you anie Tobacco Ma. Good Signior your song Ba. Instantlie most vnvulgarlie at your seruice Truelie here 's the most patheticall rozzen Vmh CANTANT Ma. In sooth most knightlie sung like sir Gefferey Ba. Why looke you Ladie I was wade a knight only for my voice a counseller only for my wit Ma. I beleeue it God night gentle sir god night Bal. You will giue me leaue to take my leaue of my mistresse and I will do it most famously in rime Farewell adieu Saith thy loue
keepe vp by winde puffe 't is broake now I laugh like a good foole at the breath of mine owne lips he he he he he Bal. You foole Ant. You foole puffe Ba. I cannot disgest thee the vnuulgar foole Goe foole Pier. Forbeare Balurdo let the foole alone Come hither ficto Is he your foole Ma. Yes my lou'd Lord Pi. Would all the States in Venice were like thee O then I were secur'd He that 's a villaine or but meanely sowl'd Must stil conuerse and cling to routes of fooles That can not search the leakes of his defectes O your vnsalted fresh foole is your onely man These vinegar tart spirits are too pearcing Too searching in the vnglewd ioynts of shaken wits Finde they a chinke they 'l wriggle in and in And eat like salt sea in his siddowe ribs Till they haue opened all his rotten parts Vnto the vaunting surge of base contempt And sunke the tossed galleasse in depth Of whirlepoole Scorne Giue me an honest fopp Dud a dud a why loe sir this takes he As grateful now as a Monopolie SCENA TERTIA ¶ The still flutes sound softly ¶ Enter Forobosco and Castilio Mellida supported by two waiting women Mell. ALL honour to this royall confluence Pie Forbeare impure to blot bright honours name With thy defiled lips The fluxe of sinne Flowes from thy tainted bodie thou so foule So all dishonour'd canst no honour giue No wish of good that can haue good effect To this graue senate and illustrate bloodes Why staies the doome of death 1. Sen. Who riseth vp to manifest her guilt 2. Sen. You must produce apparant proofe my Lord Pie Why where is Strotzo he that swore he saw The verie acte and vow'd that Feliche fled Vpon his sight on which I brake the breast Of the adulterous letcher with fiue stabbes Goe fetch in Strotzo Now thou impudent If thou hast any droppe of modest bloode Shrowded within thy cheeks blush blush for shame That rumor yet may say thou felt'st defame Mell. Produce the diuel let your Strotzo come I can defeat his strongest argument VVhich Pie With what Mell. With teares with blushes sighes clasped hands With innocent vpreared armes to heauen With my vnnookt simplicitie These these Must will can only quit my heart of guilt Heauen permits not taintlesse blood be spilt If no remorse liue in your sauage breast Piero Then thou must die Mell. Yet dying I le be blest Piero Accurst by me Mell. Yet blest in that I stroue To liue and die Pie My hate Mell. Antonyo's loue Ant. Antonio's loue ¶ Enter Strotzo a corde about his necke Stro. O what vast ocean of repentant teares Can cleanse my breast from the polluting filth Of vlcerous sinne Supreame Efficient Why cleau'st thou not my breast with thunderbolts Of wingd reuenge Pie What meanes this passion An. What villanie are they decocting now Vmh Str. In me conuertite ferrum O proceres Nihil iste nec ista Pie Lay holde on him What strange portent is this Str. I will not flinch Death hel more grimly stare Within my heart then in your threatning browes Record thou threefolde garde of dreadest power What I here speake is forced from my lips By the pulsiue straine of conscience I haue a mount of mischiefe clogs my soule As waightie as the high-nol'd Appenine Which I must straight disgorge or breast will burst I haue defam'd this Ladie wrongfully By instigation of Antonio Whose reeling loue tost on each fancies surge Began to loath before it fully ioyed Exit Forobosco Pie Goe seize Antonio guard him strongly in Str. By his ambition being only brib'd Feed by his impious hand I poysoned His aged father that his thirstie hope Might quench their dropsie of aspiring drought With full vnbounded quaffe Pie Seize me Antonio Str. O why permit you now such scum of filth As Strotzo is to liue and taint the ayre With his infectious breath Pie My selfe will be thy strangler vnmatcht slaue ¶ Piero comes from his chaire snatcheth the cords end Castilio aydeth him both strangle Strotzo Str. Now change your Pie I pluck Castilio I change my humour plucke Castilio Dye with thy deathes intreats euen in thy iawes Now now now now now my plot begins to worke Why thus should States-men doe That cleaue through knots of craggie pollicies Vse men like wedges one strike out another Till by degrees the tough and knurly trunke Be riu'd in sunder Where 's Antonio ¶ Enter Alberto running Alb. O black accursed fate Antonyo's drown'd Pie Speake on thy faith on thy allegeance speake Alb. As I doe loue Piero he is drownde Ant. In an inundation of amazement Mell. I is this the close of all my straines in loue O me most wretched maide Pie Antonio drownde how how Antonio drownd Alb. Distraught and rauing from a turrets top He threwe his bodie in the high swolne sea And as he headlong topsie turuie dingd downe He still cri'd Mellida Ant. My loues bright crowne Mell. He still cry'd Mellida Pier. Daughter me thinks your eyes should sparkle ioy Your bosome rise on tiptoe at this news Mell. Aye me Pie How now Ay me why art not great of thanks To gratious heauen for the iust reuenge Vpon the author of thy obloquies Ma. Sweete beautie I could sigh as fast as you But that I knowe that which I weepe to knowe His fortunes should be such he dare not showe His open presence Mell. I knowe he lou'd me dearely dearely I And since I cannot liue with him I dye Pie Fore heauen her speach falters look she swouns Conuey her vp into her priuate bed ¶ Maria Nutriche and the Ladies beare out Mellida as being swouned I hope shee le liue If not An. Antonio's dead the foole wil follow too he he he Now workes the sceane quick obseruation scud To coate the plot or els the path is lost My verie selfe am gone my way is fled I all is lost if Mellida is deade Exit Antonio Pie Alberto I am kinde Alberto kinde I am sorie for thy couz ifaith I am Goe take him downe and beare him to his father Let him be buried looke yee I le pay the priest Alb. Please you to admit his father to the Court Piero No Al. Please you to restore his lands goods againe Piero No Alb. Please you vouchsafe him lodging in the city Pie Gods fut no thou odde vnciuill fellow I thinke you doe forget sir where you are Alb. I know you doe forget sir where you must be Foro. You are too malepert ifaith you are Your honour might doe well to Alb. Peace Parasite thou bur that only sticks Vnto the nappe of greatnesse Pie Away with that same yelping cur away Alb. I I am gone but marke Piero this There is a thing cald scourging Nemesis Exit Alb. Bal. Gods neakes he has wrong that he has and S'fut and I were as he I would beare no coles lawe I I begin to swell puffe Pie How now foole fop foole