make the foe Of France and us crouch like a whelpe Aw'd by the heaving of his Masters hand My heart runnes through my arme and when I deale A blow it sinkes a soule My sword flyes nimbler than the bolts of Iove And wounds as deepe Spaine thy proud host shall feele Death has bequeath'd his office to my steele Ray Come on brave Lords upon your Generalls word Philippa loves no parley like the sword Exeunt Enter Giovannno old Taylor Virmine and two more Gio. Come bullies come wee must forsake the use of nimble sheeres and now betake us to our Spanish needles Stelletto blades and prove the Proverbe lyes lyes in his throat one Tayler can erect sixteene nay more of upstart Gentlemen knowne by their Cloathes and leave enough materialls in hell to damne a broker Old We must to the wars my boyes Virm. How Master to the warres Old I to the warres Virmine what sayst thou to that Virm. Nothing but that I had rather stay home O the good penny bread at breakfasts that I shall lose Master good Master let me alone to live with honest Iohn noble John Blacke 2 Tay. Wilt thou disgrace thy worthy calling Virmine Virm. No but I am afraid my calling will disgrace me I shall be gaping for my mornings loafe and dramme of Ale I shall and now and then look for a Cabbich leafe or an odde remnant to cloath my bashfull buttocks Old You shall Virm. Yes marry why I hope poore Vermine must bee fed and will be fed or I le torment you Gio. Master I take priviledge from your love to hearten on my fellowes Old I I doe doe good boy Exit Gio. Come my bold fellowes let us eternize For our Countries good some noble act That may by time be Regestred at full And as the yeare renewes so shall our fame Be fresh to after times the Taylers name So much trod under and the scorne of all Shall by this act be high whilst others fall 3 Tay. Come Vermine come Virm. Nay if virmine slip from the backe of a Tayler spit him with a Spanish Needle or torment him in the louses Engin your two thumbe nailes Exit all but Giovanno Gio. The City seig'd and thou thus chain'd In ayrie fetters of a Ladies love It must not be stay 't is Evadne's love Her life is with the City ruin'd if the French become victorious Evadne must not dye her Chaster name That once made cold now doth my blood inflame Exit Act Second Scene I. A Table and Chaires Enter after a shoute crying Antonio the Governour and Count Machvile Gov. HEll take their spacious throates we shall e're long Be pointed as a prodige Antonio is the man they loade with praise And west and as a Cypher to advance Him by a number higher Mach. Now Machvile plot his ruine aside It is not to be borne are not you our Masters subsitude then why should he Usurpe a priviledge without your loave To preach unto the people a Doctrine They ought not heare He incites 'em not to obey your charge Unlesse it be to knit a friendly league With the opposing French laying before 'em A troope of fained dangers will insue If we doe bid 'em battle Gov. Dares he doe this Mach. 'T is done already Smother your anger and you shall see here At the Counsell boarde he 'le breake into a Passion which I le provoke him to aside To them Antonio Alerzo Fulgentio and Pandolpho they sit in Counsell Gov. Never more neede my worthy partners in The dangerous brunts of Iron warre had we Of Counsell the hot rain'd French led by that Haughty Moore upon whose sword sits Victory inthron'd daily increase And like the Army of another Xerxes Make the o're burthen'd earth groane at their weight We cannot long hold out nor have we hope Our Royall Master can raise up their Seige E're we be forc't to yeeld My Lord your counsell 't is a desperate griefe Mach. And must my Lord finde undelaid release Noble Commanders since that warres grim god After our sacrifice of many lives Neglects our offerings and repayes our service With losse 't is good to deale with policy He 's no true Souldier that deales needlesse blowes With the indangering of his life and may Walke in a shade of safety yet o'rethrow His towering enemy Great Alexander made the then knowne world Slave to his powerfull will more by the helpe Of polliticke wit Than by the ruffe compultion of the sword Troy that indur'd the Grecians ten years Siege By pollicy was fir'd and became Like to a lofty Beacon all on flame Gov. Hum hum Mach. Suppose the French be markt for conquerers Starrs have bin crost when at a naturall birth They dart prodigious beames their influence Like to the flame of a new lighted Tapor Has with the breath of pollicy bin blowne Out even to nothing Ful. Hum hum Aler. This has bin studied Pan. He 's almost out Gov. Good But to the matter Your counsell Mach. 'T is this my Lord That straight before the French have pitcht their Tents Or rais'd a worke before our City walls As yet their ships have not o're spread the sea We send a Regiment that they with speed Land on the Marshes and begirt their backes Whilst we open our Gates and with astrong assault Force 'em retreat into the arches of death So the revengefull earth shall be their tombe That did ere while trample her teeming wombe Gov. Machvile speakes Oracle What sayes Antonio Ant. Nothing Gov. How Ant. Nothing Mach. It takes revenge I hugge thee yong Lord thou art lost aside Gov. Speake Antonio your counsell Ant. Nothing Gov. How Ant. So And could my wish obtaine a sudden grant From you Tribunall I would crave my sences Might be all steept in Lethe to forget What Machvile has spoken Mach. Ha it takes unto my wish aside Why Antonio Ant. Because you speake Not like a man that were possest with a Meere Souldiers heart much lesse a soule guarded With subtle sinewes O madnesse can there be In nature such a prodegie so sencelesse So much to be wondred at As can applaud or lend a willing eare To that my blushes doe betray I 've bin Tardy to heare your childish pollicy Gov. Antonio you 're too bold this usurpt liberty To abuse a man of so much merit is not Seemely in you nay I le terme it sawcinesse Ant. Nay then my Lord I claime the priviledge Of a Counseller and will object This my Propheticke feares whisper'd my heart When from a watch Tower I beheld the French Erect their speares which like a mighty Grove Denied my eyes any other object The tops showd by a stolen reflection from The Sun like Diamonds or as the glorious Guilder of the day should daine a lower visit Then my warme blood that us'd to play like Summer felt a change Gray-bearded winter Froze my very soule till I became Like the Pyrenian Hills rapt in a roabe of Ice My
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
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