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The malcontent. By Iohn Marston. 1604
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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him hee s like a korne vpon my great toe I cannot goe for him hee must be kored out he must wilt doo 't hu Pietro Anything any thing Men. Heart of my life thus then to the Citadell Thou shalt consort with this Maleuole There being at supper poison him It shal be layde vpon Maria who yeeldes loue or dies Skud quicke Pietro Like lightning good deedes crawle but mischiefe flies Enter Maleuole Exit Pietro Mal. Your diuelships ring haze no vertue the buffe-captaine the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries stand out must haue a stiffer wareant or no passe into the castle of Comfort Men. Commaund our sodaine Letter not enter shat what place is there in Genoa but thou shalt into my heart into my very heart come le ts loue we must loue we two soule and body Mal. How didst like the Hermite A strange Hermite sirrah Men. A dangerous fellow very perillous he must die Mal. I he must die Men. Thoust kil him we are wise we must be wise Mal. And prouident Men. Yea prouident beware an hypocrite A Church man once corrupted oh auoyd A fellow that makes Religion his stawking horse He breedes a plague thou shalt poyson him Mal. Ho t is wondrous necessary how Men. You both goe ioyntly to the Citadell There sup there poison him and Maria Because she is our opposite shall beare The sad suspect on which she dies or loues vs Mal: I runne Exit mal Men: We that are great our sole self good still moues vs They shall die both for their deserts craues more Than we can recompence their presence still Imbraides our fortunes with beholdingnesse Which we abhorre like deede not door then conclude They liue not to cry out Ingratitude One sticke burnes tother steele cuts steele alone T is good trust few but O t is best trust none Exit Mendozo SCENA QVARTA Enter Maleuole and Pietro still disguised at seuerall doores Mal: How doe you how doost Duke Pietro O let the last day fall drop drop in our curssed heads Let heauen vnclasp itselfe vomit forth flames Mal: O doe not raue do not turne Player there 's more of them than can well live one by an other already What art an Infidell still Pietro I am mazde strucke in a swowne with wonder I am commaunded to poison thee Mal: I am commaunded to poyson thee at supper Pietro At supper Mal: In the Citadell Pietro In the Citadell Mal: Crosse capers trickes truth a heauen would discharge vs as boyes do elder gunnes one pellet to strike out another of what faith art now Pietro Al is damnation wickednes extreame there is no faith in man Men. In none but vsurers and brokers they deceiue no man men take vm for blood-suckers and so they are now God deliuer me from my friendes Pietro Thy friendes Mal. Yes from my friends for from mine ennemies I le deliuer my selfe O cut-throate friendship is the ranckest villany marke this Mendozo marke him for a villaine but heauen will send a plague vpon him for a rogue Pietro O world Mal. World T is the onely region of Death the greatest shop of the Diuell the cruelst prison of men out of the which none passe without paying their dearest breath for a fee there 's nothing perfect in it but extreame extreame calamitie such as comes yonder SCENA QVINTA Enter Aurelia two Holberts before and two after supported by Celso and Ferrard Aurelia in base mourning attire Aur. To banishment led on to banishment Pietro Lady the blessednesse of repentance to you Au. Why why I can desire nothing but death nor deserue any thing but hell If heauen should giue sufficiencie of grace To deere my soule it would make heauen gracelesse My sinnes would make the stocke of mercy poore Oh they would try heauens goodnes to reclaime them Iudgement is iust yet from that vast villaine But sure he shall not misse sad punishment For he shall rule on to my Cell of shame Pietro My Cell t is Lady where insteede of Maskes Musique Tilts Tournies and such Courtlike shewes The hollow murmure of the checklesse windes Shall groane againe whilst the vnquiet sea Shakes the whole rocke with foamy battery There Vsherlesse the ayre comes in and out The reumy vault will force your eyes to weepe Whilst you behold true desolation A rocky barrennesse shall paine your eyes Where all at once one reaches where he stands With browes the roofe both walles with both his handes Aur. It is to good blessed spirit of my Lord O in what or befoere thy soule is throand Behold me worthily most miserable O let the anguish of my contrite spirite Intreate some reconciliation If not O ioy triumph in my iust griefe Death is the end of woes and teares reliefe Pietro Belike your Lord not lou'd you was vnkinde Aur. O heauen As the soule lou'd the body so lou'd hee T was death to him to part my presence Heauen to see me pleased Yet I like to a wretch given ore to hell Brake all the sacred rites of marriage To clippe a base vngentle faithles villaine O God a very Pagan reprobate What should I say vngratefull throwes me out For whom I lost soule body fame and honor But t is most fit why should a better fate Attend on any who forsake chaste sheetes Flie the imbrace of a deuoted hart Ioynd by a solemne vow sore God and man To taste the brackish bloud of beastly lust In an adulterous touch Oh rauenous immodesty Insatiate impudence of appetite Looke heere 's your end for marke what sap in dust What sinne in good euen so much loue in lust Ioy to thy ghost sweete Lord pardon to me Cel. It is the Dukes pleasure this night you rest in court Aur. Soule lurke in shades run shame from brightsome skies In night the blind man misseth not his eies exit Au Mal. Do not weep kind cuckold take comfort man thy betters haue beene Beccos Agamemnon Emperour of all the merry Greekes that tickled all the true Troyans was a Cornuto Prince Arthur that cut off twelue Kings beardes was a Cornuto Hercules whose backe bore vp heauen and got forty wenches with childe in one night Pietro Nay t was fifty Mal: Faith fortie 's enow a conscience yet was a Cornuto patience mischiefe growes prowde be wise Piet: Thou pinchest too deepe art too keene vpon me Mal: Tut a pittifull surgeon makes a dangerous sore I le tent thee to the ground Thinkst I le sustaine my selfe by flattering thee because thou art a Prince I had rather follow a drunkard and liue by licking vp his vomite than by seruile flattery Piet: Yet great men ha don 't Mal: Great slaues feare better than loue borne naturally for a coale-basket though the common usher of princes presence fortune ha blindely giuen them better place I am vow'd to be thy affliction Pietro Prethee be I loue much misery and be thou sonne to me Enter Biliosa Mal: Because you are an vsurping Duke Your Lordship