Now what must I expect Lo. You are my Prisoner Sci. I am so Lo. And be confident to find that favour Sci. Favour Lo. Be at distance My Lord I am sorry for your great Misfortune And if you can but study how I may Assist you you shall soon discern my love My readiness to serve you Sci. Ha this is honest Lo. I will impose no more Restraint than your own House you 're Honourable You have many severe Enemies The Duke Look'd graciously upon Pisano but Sci. You sha'not lose the smallest beam of favour To buy a Man so desperate I am arm'd to die and give Example of that Fortitude Shall shame the Law 's Severity Lo. I ha' thought a way To recover you if you incline to 't Dare you consent Sci. To any thing that 's noble Although I never fear'd to suffer I Am not so foolish to despise a Life Lo. There is no difficulty attends it listen The time will not permit much circumstance The Duke you know did love your Sister Sci. Vitiously Lo. Her Virtue did but cool him for the present As sprinklings on a flame he 's now more passionate To enjoy her Sci. Ha Lo. If she consent to meet His soft embrace with his first kiss he seals Your Pardon The Duke may be so taken With her Return to his Delight who knows But he may marry her and discharge his Dutchess With a quaint Sallet You do apprehend me Sci. And repent more I had one good thought of thee Than had I kill'd a Thousand Save my life And prostitute my Sister though I have No Weapon I will look thee dead or breathe A damp shall stifle thee Lo. I ha' done And praise your Heathen Resolution Of Death go practise Immortality And e'er thy Body hath three Days inhabited A melancholly Chamber in the Earth This Sister shall be ravish'd Mauger thy Dust and Heraldry Sci. Ha ravish'd When I am dead was 't not so Oh my Soul I feel it weep within me and the Tears Soften my Flesh Lorenzo I repent my Fury Lo. I advis'd you the best way my Wisdom could direct Sci. I thank you for 't You have awak'd my Reason I am asham'd I was no sooner sensible Does the Duke Affect my Sister still say you Lo. Most passionately Sci. She shall obey him then upon my Life That 's it my Life I know she loves me dearly I shall have much ado to win her to it But she shall come I 'll send her Lo. Perform this Sci. I wo'not only send her but prepar'd Not to be disobedient to his Highness He shall command her any thing Lo. Do this And be for ever happy when these have Only for form but waited on you home This disingages ' em Sci. My humblest Service To the Duke I pray and tell him Amidea This Night shall be at his Dispose by this Lo. I 'm confident farewell attend Sciarrah Sci. Pity the Seaman that to avoid a shelf Must strike upon a Rock to save himself Exeunt ACTUS Quintus Enter Sciarrha and Amidea Sci. THe doors are fast Enough is wept already for Pisano There 's something else that must be thought on and Of greater consequence I am yet unsafe That for thy sake am guilty of his blood Am. Though all my stock of tears were spent already Upon Pisano's loss Yet the remembrance that you have made A forfeit of your dear life Is able to create a weeping spring Within my barren head Oh my lost Brother Thou hast a cruel Destiny my Eyes In pity of thy Fate desire to drown thee The Law will only seek thee upon Land Hid in my tears thou shalt prevent the stroak Kills both our Name and thee Sci. I know thou lov'st me Poor Girl I shall desire to cherish life If thou lament me thus so rich a comfort Will tempt me wish I might delay my journey To Heaven Am. Good Heaven that we might go together Sci. That must not be Am. Then let me go before Sci. How Am. Make my suit unto the Prince my blood May be your ransome let me dye Sciarrha Sci. How my Honour blushes To hear thee Amidea Suffer for me why thou art innocent I have provok'd the Punishment and dare Obey it manly if thou couldst redeem me With any thing but death I think I should Consent to live Am. Nothing can be too precious To save a Brother such a loving Brother As you have been Sci. Death 's a devouring Gamester And sweeps up all what thinkst thou of an Eye Couldst thou spare one and think the blemish recompenc'd To see me safe with t'other or a hand This white hand that hath so often With admiration trembled on the Lute Till we have pray'd thee leave the strings a while And laid our ears close to thy Ivory fingers Suspecting all the Harmony proceeded From their own motion without the need Of any dull or passive Instrument No Amidea thou shalt not bear one scar To buy my life the Sickle shall not touch A Flower that grows so fair upon his stalk I would live and owe my Life to thee So 't were not bought too dear Am. Do you believe I should not find The way to Heaven Were both mine Eyes thy Ransom I shall climb up those high and rugged Cliffs Without a hand Sci. One way there is if thou Dost love with that tenderness Am. Pronounce it And let no danger that attends incline you To make a pause Sci. The Duke thou know'st did love thee Am. Ha! Sci. Nay do not start already nor mistake me I do not as before make tryal of thee Whether thou canst laying aside thy Honour Meet his lascivious arms but by this Vertue I must beseech thee to forgoe it all And turn a sinful Woman Am. Bless me Sci. I know the Kingdoms of the World contain not Riches enough to tempt thee to a fall That will so much undo thee but I am Thy Brother dying Brother if thou lov'st Him therefore that for thee hath done so much Dy'd his pale hands in blood to revenge thee And in that Murther wounded his own Soul Almost to death consent to lose thy innocence Am. Oh! never never Sci. What not to save my Life Am. But stain my self for ever Sci. Where In thy face who shall behold one blemish Or one spot more in thy whole frame Thy Beauty Will be the very same thy Speech thy Person Wear no deformity Am. Oh! do not speak So like a Rebel to all Modesty To all Religion If these Arguments Spring from your jealousie that I am faln After a Proof you did so late applaud Sci. I had not kill'd Pisano then Then I but try'd thy Virtue Now my Condition calls for mercy to thee Though to thy self thou appear cruel for 't Come We may live both if you please Am. Who has made you afraid to dye I pity you And wish my self in any Noble Cause Your Leader Sci. So Valiant I will not interpose another Syllable
your first Love be confident Oriana may be wone and it were necessary You did prepare the Mother Pis Each sillable is a blessing Cos Although some complaints have past between Me and Oriana I am not warm Yet in the Mothers fancy whose power may Assist you much but loose no time Pis Thou Miracle of Friendship Exeunt Enter Duke Frederico Florio and Alonso Du. Letters to us from whom Al. Castruchio Du. The Exile whence Al. Scienna My good Lord It came inclos'd within my Letter which Impos'd my care and duty in the swift Delivery Fr. The Duke is pale of the suddain Du. A Palsie does possess me Ha! Lorenzo Our Cousin the Enemy of Our Life and State My bosom Kinsman not too loud the Traytor May hear and by escape prevent Our Justice Flo. What Traytor Du. Alonso come you hither What correspondency maintain you with this Castruchio Al. None My Lord but I am happy In his election to bring the first Voice to your safety Du. Most ingrateful man Turn Rebel I have worn him in my blood Al. 'T is time to purge the humour Du. I will do 't Our Guard were he more precious had he shar'e Our soul as he but borrows of our flesh This action makes him nothing He turne conspirator Oh the fate of Princes But stay this paper speakes of no particular He does not mention what design what plot Al. More Providence is necessary Du. Right right good Alonso th' art an honest man And lov'st us well what 's to be done Al. 'T is best To make his person sure by this you may Discover soonest who are of his faction Du. And at our leisure study of his punishment Which must exceed death every common trespass Is so rewarded first apply all tortures To inforce confession who are his confederates And how they meant to murder us then some rare Invention to execute the Traytor So as he may be half a year a dying Will make us fam'd for Justice Enter Lorenzo Depazzi Al. He is here Shal 's apprehend him Lo. Happy morning to My gratious Soveraign Du. Can Treason couch it self within that frame We ha' Letters for you Lo. Letters these dread Sir Have no directions to me your Highness Is only nam'd Du. They will concern your reading Alonso now observe and watch him Florio Depazzi come you hither does Lorenzo Look like a Traitor Dep. How sir a Traytor Du. Ay Sir Dep. I sir by my Honour not I sir I defie Him that speaks it I am in a fine pickle Lor. I ha' read Du. No blush not tremble Read again Lor. The substance is that you maintain A vigilant eye over Lorenzo who Hath threatned with your death his Countries liberty And other things touching reducing of A Common-wealth Du. I like not that Dep. All 's out A pox upon him for a Traytor he Has hedg'd me in but ' I le confess Du. What answer Make you to this Lorenzo Lor. This o' th' suddain Sir I must owe the title of a Traitor To your high favours Envy first conspir'd And malice now accuses but what story Mentioned his name that had his Princes bosome Without the Peoples hate 't is sin enough In some men to be great the throng of stars The rout and common People of the skie Move still another way then the Sun does That guilds the creature take your honors back And if you can that purple of my veins Which flowes in yours and you shall leave me in A state I sh'anot fear the great ones envy Nor common peoples rage and yet perhaps You may be credulous against me Duk. Ha! Al. The Duke is cool Duk. Alonzo look you prove Lorenzo what you say Al. I say my Lord I have discovered all my knowledge sir Dep. Stand to 't Lor. With licence of your highness what Can you imagine I should gain by Treason Admit I should be impious as to kill you I am your nearest kinsman and should forfeit Both name and future title to the State By such a hasty bloody disposition The rabble hate me now how shall I then Expect a safety is it reformation Of Florence they accuse me of suggesting I disaffect a Monarchy which how Vain and ridiculous would appear in me Your wisdom judge in you I live and flourish What in your death can I expect to equal The riches I enjoy under your warm'th Should I for the heir and talk of new government And Common-wealth loose all my certainties And you above 'em all whose favours have Fall'n like the Dew upon me have I a soul to think the guilt of such a murder easie Were there no other Torments Or can I Expect the People will reward your Murderer With any thing but Death a Paricide Al. So so the Duke 's already in his circle Lor. But I am tame as if I had no sence Nor other argument to vindicate My Loyalty thus poysoned by a paper In my eternal fame and by a slave Call to my brow some one that dare accuse me Let him have honour great as mine to forfeit Or since your grace hath taken me so near Your own height that may scale may not expect Such a proportioned adversary yet let him Have name within his Country and allow him A Soul ' gainst which I may ingage my more Then equal honor then I 'll praise your justice But let him not be one condemned already A desperate exile is it possible A Treason hatcht in Florence ' gainst the Duke Should have no eyes at home to penetrate The growing danger but at Sienna one Must with a perspective discover all Ask this good Councellor or these Gentlemen Whose faiths are tried whose cares are always waking About your Person how have I appear'd To them that thus I should be rendered hateful To you and my good Country they are vertuous And dare not blemish a white faith accuse My sound heart of dishonor sir you must Pardon my bold defence my vertue bleeds By your much easiness and I am compell'd To break all modest limits and to waken Your memory if it be not too late To say you have one with the story of My fair deservings who sir overthrew With his designs your late ambitious brother Hippolito who like a Meteor threatned A black and fatal omen Du. 'T was Lorenzo Lo Be yet as just and say whose art directed A countermine to check the pregnant hopes Of Salviati who for his Cardinals Cap In Rome was potent and here popular Du. None but Lorenzo Dep. Admirable Traitor Lor. Whose service was commended when the exiles One of whose tribe accuseth me had raised Commotions in our Florence when the hinge Of State did faint under the burthen and The people sweat with their own fears to think The Souldier should inhabit their calm dwellings Who then rose up your safety and crush'd all Their plots to ayre Du. Our dear Cousin Lorenzo Lor. When he that should reward forgets the men That purchas'd his security 't
here It can be no goodness Reads My Lord I would not have you go to Bed to night he won't let me sleep now I dreamt as much something will be done to give Florence liberty In the depth of night you may cunningly disperse some rumours in the City that the Duke is dead the people must be distracted in the common fright be not you wanting in your Person to assist their fears and speak well of Lorenzo speak well of the Divel My humble service to your Lord and say he has power to command me in all things Pet. My Very good Lord. Dep. No matter and you were both hang'd Rogero she him the Wine-sellar Let me see I must report the Duke's death I can't abide this word Death yet he desires me but to report it hum if it be false why so much the better there will be the less harm in 't if it should prove true they will believe me another time Well I will drink my self half drunk and be fortified Exeunt Enter Duke Amidea Lorenzo Sciarrha Florio c. Du. Sciarrha you exceed in Entertainment Banquet our Eyes too Lo. He will feast all Senses Sci. Only a toy my Lord I cannot call 't A Mask not worthy of this presence yet It speaks the freedom of my Heart and gratitude For this great honour Du. Amidea must sit near us Sci. Lords your places 't wo' not be Worth half this Ceremony let 'em begin Enter Lust richly apparrel'd the Pleasures attending Du. Who 's the Presenter Sci. Lust Sir pray observe Lust Now let Lust possess the Throne Of Love and rule in Hearts alone Tou sweet Tempters to my Sin Beauty Smiles and Kisses win Vpon frail Mortals let them know There is no Happiness but you Shoot no Arrows tipp'd with Lead Each Shaft hath his golden head Call no Love delude Men still Through the Flesh the Spirits kill Nor spend all your Art to take Common Persons Greatness make By your potent Charms to be Subjects unto Hell and me Inflame but Kings with loose desire Ye soon set all the World on fire Enter a young Man in rich Habit and Crown'd Du. What 's he Sci. A wild young Man that follows Lust He has too much Blood it seems Du. Why looks he back Sci. There is a thing call'd Death that follows him With a large train of Furies Hang his Conscience it whines too much Lo. This is too plain Sci. He does not tremble yet Aside By-an-by Sir you shall see all his Tormentors Join with 'em there 's the sport on 't Lo. Methinks they Should have been first for th' antimask Sci. Oh no! In Hell they do not stand upon the method As we at Court Sister you do ill To keep the Duke in talk he cannot see The Divel for you The Furies join in the Dance and in the end carry the young Man away How does your Highness like this dance Du. My eyes so feasted here I did not mind it But I presume 't was handsome Sci. Oh the Lethargy Of Princes we ha' kept you Sir from bed More lights Du. Good night to all to you the best Sciarrha bind us ever by performance Sci. We are all yours Du. And Florence thine once more Brightest of Ladies Lo. You are firm Sci. Suspect not Exeunt all but Amidea and Florio Flo. I do not like my Brother's Moral-Mask The Duke himself was personated I Wonder it did not startle him Am. I hope Sciarrha does not mean so ill as that Did promise he 's return'd his looks are full Enter Sciarrha Of threatning Sci. Amidea go not to bed And yet no matter I can do 't alone Take both your rest and in your Prayers commend The Duke to Heaven 't is Charity h 'as made His Will already and bequeath'd his Body To you Sister pity his Soul for 't 't is now Within few Minutes of departing Am. How Sci. Why this way I must help him in his Groans To bring his flesh a-bed Am. You wo'not kill him Sci. I am not of your mind Am. I know you cannot Sci. You are not studied so perfect in His destiny I hope I will endeavour Am. To kill your Prince Flo. What here Sci. No in his Chamber Am. Shall it be read in Stories of our Florence Sciarrha first did stain his Family With such a Treason Flo. Was he not invited Sci. Yes by his Lust Flo. And in your crowned Tables And Hospitality will you murder him Sci. Yes and the reason wherefore he was murder'd Shall justifie the Deed to all Posterity He came to wrong my Sister Flo. Wanton heat Let youthful Blood excuse him Sci. So it must Flo. Mistake me not oh think but who he is The Duke that word must needs awake your piety Am. How will good Men in this remembrance Abhor your Cruelty that send to hell One with the weight of all his Sins upon him Sci. It is too late to cool with Argument My incensed Blood will you go dally with him I ha' gone So far in promise if you clasp not with him It will be dangerous if he out-live This night Am. I ha' thought on 't send him to my Bed Sci. Ha Am. Do not question what I purpose Heaven Witness to my chaste thoughts Sci. Wo't thou trust him Am. I will do much Sir to preserve his life And your innocence Be not you suspectful At the worst you can but respite your Revenge Sci. Dost thou not fear unhappy Lucrece chance Or wretched Philomel's dishonour Am. No. Give me his life and send your Wanton to me I 'le to my Chamber fear me not Sciarrha Have not one thought so bad I sha ' not prosper Virgins in Heaven will suffer with me Exit Ami. Flo. Flo. Trust her Sci. 'T is but deferring of my Justice She wo'not kill him sure draw on her Soul The guilt she hates in mine if she do yield To the hot encounter Ha 't will be just That both their Hearts weep Blood to purge their Lust Exit Enter Florio and Amidea Flo. My Ponyard Am. I 've no black Intent To stain 't with any Blood Flo. Take it I know thou art my virtuous Sister It were wickedness to doubt thy purpose Or the event Am. Now leave me Flo. Thou hast a Guard of Angels Am. They are coming Enter Sciarrlia and Duke Sci. Look there she is Sir Du. Dearest Sciarrha Sci. To your recreation here I 'le obscure my self Florio 't is well Withdraws behind the Scenes Du. Lady you know me Am. Yes my Prince Du. I was so Till I saw thee but I gave up that Title A conquest to thy Beauty which among Her other Wonders hath created me A Subject and Servant and I shall Be happier to be receiv'd yours by One of those Names than Duke of Tuscany Am. Oh! take your self agen use your Greatness To make the hearts of Florence bow to you And pay their Duties thus Du. Rise Amidea And since you have given my Power back it will
To entreat your pity say your Prayers and then Thou' rt ripe to be Translated from the Earth To make a Cherubin Am. What means my Brother Sci. To kill you Am. Do not fright me good Sciarrha Sci. And I allow three minutes for your Devotion Am. Will you murther me Sci. D' ye tremble Am. Not at the terrour of your Sword But at the horror will affright thy Soul For this black deed I see Pisano's blood Is texted in thy forehead and thy hands Retain too many too many Crimson Spots already Make not thy self by murthering of thy Sister All a Red Letter Sci You shall be the Martyr 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is there no Remedy but Death Sci 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 then keep your word and let me Am Yet 〈…〉 Sci. I shall relent And from your hand 〈…〉 Am. Forgive me Heaven and witness I have still Kneels My Virgin Thoughts 't is not to save my 〈◊〉 But his Eternal one Sciarrha give me leave to vail my Face Rises I dare not look upon you and pronounce I am too much a Sister live hereafter I know you will condemn my frailty for it I will obey the Duke Sci. Dar'st thou consent Wounds her She unvails Am. Oh! let me see the Wound 'T is well if any other hand had done it Some Angel tell my Brother now I did But seem consenting Sci. Ha but seem Am. You may believe my last breath Sci. Why didst thou say so Am. To gain sometime in hope you might call in Your bloody purpose and prevent the guilt Of being my Murderer but Heaven forgive thee Sci. Agen agen forgive me Amidea And pray for me live but a little longer To hear me speak Lorenzo has My Oath to send thee to his Bed For otherwise In my denial Hell and they decree When I am dead to Ravish thee Mark that To Ravish thee And I confess in Tears I did resolve when I had found thee ripe And nearest Heaven with all thy best desires To send thee to thy Peace Am. With the same heart I beg Heaven for my self farewel Sci. Thou shalt not die yet Amidea Sister Florio knocks I cannot come But one word more Oh! which way went thy Soul Florio breaks open the door Sci. Look here 's our Sister so so chase her She may return there is some Motion Flo. Sister Sci. Here 's Florio would fain take his leave so so she comes Flo. Amidea how came this Wound Am. I drew the Weapon to it Heaven knows my Brother lov'd me Now I hope The Duke wo'not pursue me with new Flames Sciarrha tell the rest love one another The time you live together I 'll pray for you In Heaven farewel kiss me when I am dead You else will stay my Journey She dies Sci. Did'st not hear An Angel call her Floria I have much To tell thee take her up She is not dead Let her alone nay then she 's gone indeed But hereabouts her Soul must hover still Let 's speak to that fair Spirit Flo. You talk idly Sci. Do you talk wisely then An excellent Pattern As she now stands for her own Alablaster Cannot thy Tears and mine preserve her Florio But we lose time I charge thee by thy love To this pale Relick be instructed by me Not to thy danger some revenge must be And I am lost already if thou fall Who shall survive to give us Funeral Exeunt Enter Lorenzo and Petruchio Lo. Petruchio Pe. My Lord. Lo. Th' art now my Servant Pe. I ever was in heart your humblest Vassal Lo. Th' art faithful I must cherish thy desert I shortly shall reward it very shortly Next morning must salute me Duke the Sun And I must rise together Pe. I shall pray Your Glory may out-shine him in your Florence And when he sets we may enjoy your Sun-beam Lo. 'T is handsom flattery and becomes a Courtier Pe. I flatter not my Lord. Lo. Then th' art a Fool No Musick to a Great Man Chimes so sweetly And Men must thrive come hither How many Hast thou kill'd Pe. But one my Lord. Lo. But one Pe. And I must owe My Life to your Lordship I had been hang'd else Lo. But one wait at the Door he is Not fit to kill a Duke whose Hand is guilty But of a single Murder or at least Not fit alone to act it I ha' been Practis'd already and though no Man see 't Nor scace the Eye of Heaven yet every day I kill a Prince appear thou Tragick Witness He discovers the Duke's Picture a Ponyard sticking in it Which though it bleed not I may boast a Murder Here first the Duke was painted to the Life But with this Pencil to the Death I love My Brain for the Invention and thus Confirm'd dare trust my Resolution I did suspect his Youth and Beauty might Win some Compassion when I came to kill him Or the Remebrance that he is my Kinsman Might thrill my Blood Or something in his Title Might give my Hand Repulse and startle Nature But thus I have arm'd my self against all pity That when I come to strike my Ponyard may Through all his Charms as confidently wound him As thus I stab his Picture and stare on it He smiles he smiles upon me I will dig Thy wanton Eyes out and supply the dark And hollow Cells with two pitch burning Tapers Then place thee Porter in some Charnel House To light the Coffins in Enter Petruchio Pet. My Lord. Lor. The Duke 's not come already Pet. Signior Florio desires to speak with you Lor. This must retire again into my Closet Admit him Enter Florio Welcome how does Sciarrha Flo. He commends His Service to your Lordship and hath sent Lor. His Sister Flo. Much ado he had to effect it He hopes his Grace will quickly sign his Pardon Lor. It shall be done Flo. I have a suit my Lord. Lor. To me Flo. My Sister would intreat your Honour She may be admitted privately and that I may have Privilege to prepare her Chamber She does retain some modesty and wou'd not Trust every Servant with her Shame Their Eyes Are apt to instruct their Tongues Lor. I wo'not see her my self command what you desire Flo. Y' are gracious Lor. I 'll give directions instantly Poor Lady This is the Duke 's hot Blood but Heaven convert him Follow me good Florio Flo. I attend my Lord. Lor. Things shall be carried honourably Flo. We are all bound to you Exeunt Recorders Amidea discovered in a Bed prepar'd by two Gentlewomen 1. This is a sad Employment 2. The last we e'er shall do my Lady Enter Florio Flo. So now you may return it will become Your modest Duties not to enquire the Reason Of this strange service nor to publish what Y 'ave been commanded let me look upon Ex. Gentlewomen My Sister now still she retains her Beauty Death has been kind to leave her all this sweetness Thus in a Morning have I oft saluted My Sister in her Chamber sate upon Her