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\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 THE HISTORY OF Antonio and Mellida,
\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 The first part.
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\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 To the onely rewarder, and most iust poiser of vertuous merits, the most honorably renowned No-body, bountious Mec\'e6nas of Poetry, and Lord Protector of oppressed innocence, Do, Dedicoque.
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\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 The Play called Antonio and Mellida. Induction.
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\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 Enter Galeatzo, Piero, Alberto, Antonio, Forobosco, Balurdo, Matzagente, &
\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 Feliche, with parts in their hands: hauing cloakes cast ouer their apparell.
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\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 Come sirs, come: the musique will sounde
\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 straight for entrance. Are yee readie, are
\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 yee perfect?
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\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 Pier.
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\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 Faith, we can say our parts: but wee
\par }\pard \nowidctlpar\widctlpar\adjustright {\f2\lang3081 are ignorant in what mould we must cast our Actors.
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\par Albert.
\par Whome doe you personate?
\par
\par
\par Pie,
\par Piero, Duke of Venice.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par O, ho: then thus frame your exterior shape,
\par To hautie forme of elate maiestie;
\par As if you held the palsey shaking head
\par Of reeling chaunce, vnder your fortunes belt,
\par In strictest vassalage: growe big in thought,
\par As swolne with glory of succesfull armes.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par If that be all, feare not, Ile sute it right.
\par Who can not be proud, stroak vp the haire, and strut!
\par
\par
\par Al.
\par Truth: such ranke custome is growne popular;
\par And now the vulgar fashion strides as wide,
\par And stalkes as proud, vpon the weakest stilts
\par Of the slight'st fortunes, as if Hercules,
\par Or burly Atlas shouldred vp their state.
\par
\par
\par Pi.
\par Good: but whome act you?
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par The necessitie of the play forceth me to act two
\par parts; Andrugio, the distressed Duke of Genoa, and
\par Alberto, a Venetian gentleman, enamoured on the Ladie
\par Rossaline: whose fortunes being too weake to sustaine
\par the port of her, he prou'd alwaies desastrous in
\par loue: his worth being much vnderpoised by the vneuen
\par
\par scale, that currants all thinges by the outwarde
\par stamp of opini\'ba.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par
\par Wel, and what dost thou play?
\par
\par
\par Ba.
\par
\par The part of all the world.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par The part of all the world? What's that?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par The foole. I in good deede law now, I play Balurdo,
\par a wealthie mountbanking Burgomasco's heire
\par of Venice.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par Ha, ha: one, whose foppish nature might seem
\par great, only for wise mens recreation; and, like a Iuicelesse
\par barke, to preserue the sap of more strenuous spirits.
\par A seruile hounde, that loues the sent of forerunning
\par fashion, like an emptie hollow vault, still giuing
\par an eccho to wit: greedily champing what any other
\par well valued iudgement had before hand shew'd.
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par
\par Ha, ha, ha: tolerably good, good faith sweet wag.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par Vmh, why tolerably good, good faith sweet wag?
\par Go, goe; you flatter me.
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par
\par Right, I but dispose my speach to the habit of
\par my part.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par Why, what plaies he?
\par
\par To Feliche.
\par
\par
\par Fe.
\par
\par The wolfe, that eats into the breast of Princes; that
\par breeds the Lethargy and falling sicknesse in honour;
\par makes Iustice looke asquint, and blinks the eye of merited
\par rewarde from viewing desertfull vertue.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par Whats all this Periphrasis? ha?
\par
\par
\par Fe.
\par
\par The substance of a supple-chapt flatterer.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par O, doth he play Forobosco, the Parasite? Good ifaith.
\par Sirrah, you must seeme now as glib and straight
\par in outward semblance, as a Ladies buske; though inwardly,
\par as crosse as a paire of Tailors legs: hauing a
\par tongue as nimble as his needle, with seruile patches of
\par glauering flattery, to stitch vp the bracks of vnworthily
\par honourd.
\par
\par
\par
\par Fo.
\par
\par I warrant you, I warrant you, you shall see mee
\par prooue the very Perewig to couer the balde pate of
\par brainelesse gentilitie.
\par
\par Ho, I will so tickle the sense of bella gratiosa madonna,
\par with the titillation of Hyperbolicall praise, that Ile
\par strike it in the nick, in the very nick, chuck.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Thou promisest more, than I hope any Spectator
\par giues faith of performance: but why looke you so
\par duskie? ha?
\par
\par To Antonio.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par
\par I was neuer worse fitted since the natiuitie of my
\par Actorshippe: I shalt be hist at, on my life now.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Why, what must you play?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par
\par Faith, I know not what: an Hermaphrodite; two
\par parts in one: my true person being Antonio, son to the
\par Duke of Genoa; though for the loue of Mellida, Pieros
\par daughter, I take this fained presence of an Amazon, calling
\par my selfe Florizell, and I know not what. I a voice
\par to play a lady! I shall nere doe it.
\par
\par
\par Al.
\par
\par O, an Amazon should haue such a voice, virago-like.
\par Not play two parts in one? away, away: tis common
\par fashion. Nay if you cannot bear two subtle fr\'bats
\par vnder one hood, Ideot goe by, goe by; off this worlds
\par stage. O times impuritie!
\par
\par
\par An.
\par
\par I, but wh\'b3 vse hath taught me acti\'ba, to hit the right
\par point of a Ladies part, I shall growe ignorant when I
\par must turne young Prince againe, how but to trusse my
\par hose.
\par
\par
\par Fe.
\par
\par Tush neuer put them off: for women weare the breaches still.
\par
\par
\par Mat.
\par
\par By the bright honour of a Millanoise, and the resplendent
\par fulgor of this steele, I will defende the feminine
\par to death; and ding his spirit to the verge of hell,
\par that dares diuulge a Ladies preiudice.
\par
\par Exit Ant. & Al.
\par
\par
\par
\par Fel
\par
\par Rampum scrampum, mount tuftie Tamburlaine.
\par What rattling thunder clappe breakes from his lips?
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par O, 'tis natiue to his part. For, acting a moderne
\par Bragadoch vnder the person of Matzagente, the Duke of
\par Millaines sonne, it may seeme to suite with good fashion
\par of coherence.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par But me thinks he speakes with a spruce Attick accent
\par of adulterate Spanish.
\par
\par
\par Al.
\par
\par So 'tis resolu'd. For, Millane being halfe Spanish,
\par halfe high Dutch, and halfe Italians, the blood of chifest
\par houses, is corrupt and mungrel'd: so that you shal
\par see a fellow vaine-glorious, for a Spaniard; gluttonous,
\par for a Dutchman; proud, for an Italian; and a fantastick
\par Ideot, for all. Such a one conceipt this Matzagente.
\par
\par
\par Fe.
\par
\par But I haue a part allotted mee, which I haue neither
\par able apprehension to conceipt, nor what I conceipt
\par gratious abilitie to vtter.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par
\par Whoop, in the old cut? good shew vs a draught of thy spirit.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Tis steddie, and must seeme so impregnably
\par fortrest with his own c\'batent, that no enuious thought
\par could euer inuade his spirit: neuer surueying any man
\par so vnmeasuredly happie, whome I thought not iustly
\par hatefull for some true impouerishment: neuer beholding
\par any fauour of Madam Felicity gracing another,
\par which his well bounded content perswaded not to
\par hang in the front of his owne fortune: and therefore
\par as farre from enuying any man, as he valued all men
\par infinitely distant from accomplisht beatitude. These
\par natiue adiuncts appropriate to me the name of Feliche.
\par But last, good thy humour.
\par
\par Exit Alb.
\par
\par
\par A.
\par
\par Tis to be describ'd by signes & tokens. For vnlesse I
\par were possest with a legi\'ba of spirits, 'tis impossible to be made
\par
\par perspicuous by any vtterance: For sometimes he must
\par take austere state, as for the person of Galeatzo, the
\par sonne of the duke of Florence, & possesse his exteriour
\par presence with a formall maiestie: keepe popularitie
\par in distance, and on the sudden fling his honour so prodigally
\par into a common Arme, that hee may seeme to
\par giue vp his indiscretion to the mercy of vulgar c\'b3sure:
\par Now as solemne as a trauailer, and as graue as a Puritanes
\par ruffe: with the same breath as slight and scatterd
\par in his fashion as as as a a any thing. Now, as
\par sweet and neat as a Barbours casting-bottle; straight
\par as slouenly as the yeasty breast of an Ale-knight: now,
\par lamenting: then chafing: straight laughing: then
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par What then?
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par
\par Faith I know not what: 'tad bene a right part
\par for Proteus or Gew: ho, blinde Gew would ha don't
\par rarely, rarely.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par I feare it is not possible to limme so many persons
\par in so small a tablet as the compasse of our playes
\par afford.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par
\par Right: therefore I haue heard that those persons,
\par as he & you Feliche, that are but slightly drawen
\par in this Comedie, should receiue more exact accomplishment
\par in a second Part: which, if this obtaine gratious
\par acceptance, meanes to try his fortune.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par Peace, here comes the Prologue, cleare the
\par Stage.
\par
\par Exeunt.
\par
\par
\par
\par The Prologue.
\par
\par The wreath of pleasure, and delicious sweetes,
\par Begirt the gentle front of this faire troope:
\par Select, and most respected Auditours,
\par For wits sake doe not dreame of miracles.
\par Alas, we shall but falter, if you lay
\par The least sad waight of an vnused hope,
\par Vpon our weakenesse: onely we giue vp
\par The woorthlesse present of slight idlenesse,
\par To your authentick censure; O that our Muse
\par Had those abstruse and synowy faculties,
\par That with a straine of fresh inuention
\par She might presse out the raritie of Art;
\par The pur'st elixed ioyce of rich conceipt,
\par In your attentiue eares; that with the lip
\par Of gratious elocution, we might drinke
\par A sound carouse vnto your health of wit.
\par But O, the heathy drynesse of her braine,
\par Foyle to your fertile spirits, is asham'd
\par To breath her blushing numbers to such eares:
\par Yet (most ingenious) deigne to vaile our wants;
\par With sleeke acceptance, polish these rude Sceanes:
\par And if our slightnesse your large hope beguiles,
\par Check not with bended brow, but dimpled smiles.
\par Exit Prologue.
\par
\par
\par
\par
\par ACTVS PRIMVS.
\par
\par The Cornets sound a battle within.
\par
\par Enter Antonio, disguised like an Amazon.
\par
\par
\par An.
\par Heart, wilt not break! & thou abhorred life
\par Wilt thou still breath in my enraged bloud?
\par Vaines, synewes, arteries, why crack yee not?
\par Burst and diuul'st, with anguish of my griefe.
\par Can man by no meanes creepe out of himselfe,
\par And leaue the slough of viperous griefe behinde?
\par Antonio, hast thou seene a fight at sea,
\par As horrid as the hideous day of doome;
\par Betwixt thy father, duke of Genoa,
\par And proud Piero, the Venetian Prince?
\par In which the sea hath swolne with Genoas bloud,
\par And made spring tydes with the warme reeking gore,
\par That gusht from out our Gallies scupper holes;
\par In which, thy father, poore Andrugio,
\par Lyes sunk, or leapt into the armes of chaunce,
\par Choakt with the laboring Oceans brackish fome;
\par Who euen, despite Pieros cancred hate,
\par VVould with an armed hand haue seiz'd thy loue,
\par And linkt thee to the beautious Mellida.
\par Haue I outliu'd the death of all these hopes?
\par Haue I felt anguish pourd into my heart,
\par Burning like Balsamum in tender wounds;
\par And yet dost liue! could not the fretting sea
\par Haue rowl'd me vp in wrinkles of his browe?
\par
\par Is death growen coy? or grim confusion nice?
\par That it will not accompany a wretch,
\par But I must needs be cast on Venice shoare?
\par And try new fortunes with this strange disguise?
\par To purchase my adored Mellida.
\par The Cornets sound a flourish: cease.
\par
\par Harke how Piero's triumphs beat the ayre,
\par O rugged mischiefe how thou grat'st my heart!
\par Take spirit, blood, disguise, be confident:
\par Make a firme stand, here rests the hope of all,
\par Lower then hell, there is no depth to fall.
\par
\par The Cornets sound a Synnet: Enter Feliche and Alberto, Castilio and Forobosco,
\par a Page carying a shield: Piero in Armour: Catzo and Dildo and Balurdo: All
\par these (sauing Piero) armed with Petronels: Beeing entred, they make a stand in
\par diuided foyles.
\par
\par
\par Piero.
\par Victorious Fortune, with tryumphant hand,
\par Hurleth my glory 'bout this ball of earth,
\par Whil'st the Venetian Duke is heaued vp
\par On wings of faire successe, to ouer-looke
\par The low cast ruines of his enemies,
\par To see my selfe ador'd, and Genoa quake,
\par My fate is firmer then mischance can shake.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par Stand, the ground trembleth.
\par
\par
\par Piero.
\par Hah? an earthquake?
\par
\par
\par Ball.
\par Oh, I smell a sound.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par Piero stay, for I descry a fume,
\par Creeping from out the bosome of the deepe,
\par The breath of darkenesse, fatall when 'tis whist
\par
\par In greatnes stomacke: this same smoake, call'd pride,
\par Take heede shee'le lift thee to improuidence,
\par And breake thy necke from steepe securitie,
\par Shee'le make thee grudge to let Iehoua share
\par In thy successefull battailes: O, shee's ominous,
\par Inticeth princes to deuour heauen,
\par Swallow omnipotence, out-stare dread fate,
\par Subdue Eternitie in giant thought,
\par Heaues vp their hurt with swelling, puft conceit,
\par Till their soules burst with venom'd Arrogance:
\par Beware Piero, Rome it selfe hath tried,
\par Confusions traine blowes vp this Babell pride.
\par
\par
\par Pier.
\par Pish, Dimitto superos, summa votorum attigi.
\par Alberto, hast thou yeelded vp our fixt decree
\par Vnto the Genoan Embassadour?
\par Are they content if that their duke returne,
\par To send his, and his sonne Antonios head,
\par As pledges steept in bloud, to gaine their peace?
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par With most obsequious, sleek-brow'd intertain,
\par They all embrace it as most gratious.
\par
\par
\par Pier.
\par Are Proclamations sent through Italy,
\par That whosoeuer brings Andrugios head,
\par Or young Anthonios, shall be guerdoned
\par With twentie thousand double Pistolets,
\par And be indeened to Pieros loue?
\par
\par
\par Forob.
\par They are sent euery way: sound policy.
\par Sweete Lord.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Confusion to these limber Sycophants.
\par No sooner mischief's borne in regenty,
\par But flattery christens it with pollicy.
\par
\par tacit\'e8
\par
\par
\par
\par Pier.
\par VVhy then: O me Celitum excelsissimum!
\par The intestine malice, and inueterate hate
\par I alwaies bore to that Andrugio,
\par Glories in triumph ore his misery:
\par Nor shall that carpet-boy Antonio
\par Match with my daughter, sweet cheekt Mellida.
\par No, the publick power makes my faction strong.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Ill, when publick power str\'b3gthneth priuate wr\'bag.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Tis horse-like, not for man, to know his force.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Tis god-like, for a man to feele remorse.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Pish, I prosecute my families reuenge,
\par VVhich Ile pursue with such a burning chace
\par Till I haue dri'd vp all Andrugios bloud;
\par VVeake rage, that with slight pittie is withstoode.
\par The Cornets sound a florish.
\par
\par VVhat meanes that fresh triumphall florish sound?
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par The prince of Millane, and young Florence heir
\par Approach to gratulate your victorie.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par VVeele girt them with an ample waste of loue;
\par Conduct them to our presence royally.
\par Let vollies of the great Artillery
\par From of our gallies banks play prodigall,
\par And so\'fad lowd welcome fr\'ba their bellowing mouths.
\par Exit Piero tant\'f9m.
\par
\par
\par The Cornets sound a Cynet. Enter aboue, Mellida, Rossaline and Flauia: Enter
\par belowe, Galeatzo with attendants: Piero meeteth him, embraceth; at which the
\par Cornets sound a florish: Piero and Galeatzo exeunt: the rest stand still.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par VVhat prince was that passed through my fathers guard?
\par
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par Twas Galeatzo, the young Florentine.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par Troth, one that will besiege thy maidenhead,
\par Enter the wals yfaith (sweet Mellida)
\par If that thy flankers be not Canon proofe.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Oh Mary Ambree, good, thy iudgement wench;
\par Thy bright electious cleere, what will he prooue?
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Hath a short finger and a naked chinne;
\par A skipping eye, dare lay my iudgement (faith)
\par His loue is glibbery; there's no hold ont, wench:
\par Giue me a husband whose aspect is firme,
\par A full cheekt gallant, with a bouncing thigh:
\par Oh, he is the Paradizo dell madonne contento.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Euen such a one was my Antonio.
\par
\par The Cornets sound a Cynet.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par By my nine and thirteth seruant (sweete)
\par Thou art in loue, but stand on tiptoed faire,
\par Here comes Saint Tristram Tirlery whiffe yfaith.
\par
\par Enter Matzagente, Piero meetes him, embraceth; at which the Cornets sound a
\par florish: they two stand, vsing seeming complements, whilst the Sceane passeth a\'c9\'f4,G\'01
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par S. Marke, S. Marke, what kind of thing appears?
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par For fancies passion, spit vpon him; figh:
\par His face is varnisht: in the name of loue,
\par VVhat country bred that creature?
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par VVhat is he Flauia?
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par The heire of Millane, Segnior Matzagent.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Matzagent? now by my pleasures hope,
\par He is made like a tilting staffe; and lookes
\par For all the world like an ore-rosted pigge:
\par A great Tobacco taker too, thats flat.
\par
\par For his eyes looke as if they had bene hung
\par In the smoake of his nose.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par What husband, wil he prooue sweete Rossaline?
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Auoid him: for he hath a dwindled legge,
\par A lowe forehead, and a thinne cole-black beard,
\par And will be iealous too, beleeue it sweete:
\par For his chin sweats, and hath a gander neck,
\par A thinne lippe, and a little monkish eye:
\par Pretious, what a slender waste he hath!
\par He lookes like a May-pole, or a notched stick:
\par Heele snap in two at euery little straine.
\par Giue me a husband that will fill mine armes,
\par Of steddie iudgement, quicke and nimble sense:
\par Fooles relish not a Ladies excellence.
\par
\par Exeunt all on the lower Stage: at which the Cornets sound a florish, and a
\par peale of shot is giuen.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par The tryumph's ended, but looke Rossaline,
\par What gloomy soule in strange accustrements
\par Walkes on the pauement.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par Good sweete lets to her, pree the Mellida.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par How couetous thou art of nouelties!
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par Pish, tis our nature to desire things
\par That are thought strangers to the common cut.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par I am exceeding willing, but \emdash
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par But what? pree the goe downe, lets see her face:
\par God send that neither wit nor beauty wants
\par Those tempting sweets, affections Adamants.
\par
\par Exeunt.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Come downe, she comes like: O, no Simile
\par Is pretious, choyce, or elegant enough
\par To illustrate her descent: leape heart, she comes,
\par
\par She comes: smile heauen, and softest Southern winde
\par Kisse her cheeke gently with perfumed breath.
\par She comes: Creations puritie, admir'd,
\par Ador'd, amazing raritie, she comes.
\par O now Antonio presse thy spirit forth
\par In following passion, knit thy senses close,
\par Heape vp thy powers, double all thy man:
\par Enter Mellida, Rossaline, and Flauia.
\par
\par She comes. O how her eyes dart wonder on my heart!
\par Mount bloode, soule to my lips, tast Hebes cup:
\par Stand firme on decke, when beauties close fight's vp.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Ladie, your strange habit doth beget
\par Our pregnant thoughts, euen great of much desire,
\par To be acquaint with your condition.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par Good sweete Lady, without more ceremonies,
\par What country claims your birth, & sweet your name?
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par In hope your bountie will extend it selfe,
\par In selfe same nature of faire curtesie,
\par Ile shunne all nicenesse; my nam's Florizell,
\par My country Scythia, I am Amazon,
\par Cast on this shore by furie of the sea.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Nay faith, sweete creature, weele not vaile our names.
\par It pleas'd the Font to dip me Rossaline:
\par That Ladie beares the name of Mellida,
\par The duke of Venice daughter.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Madam, I am oblig'd to kisse your hand,
\par By imposition of a now dead man.
\par
\par To Mellida kissing her hand.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par Now by my troth, I long beyond all thought,
\par To know the man; sweet beauty deigne his name.
\par
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Ladie, the circumstance is tedious.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par Troth not a whit; good faire, lets haue it all:
\par I loue not, I, to haue a iot left out,
\par If the tale come from a lou'd Orator.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Vouchsafe me then your hush't obseruances.
\par Vehement in pursuite of strange nouelties,
\par After long trauaile through the Asian maine,
\par I shipt my hopefull thoughts for Britany;
\par Longing to viewe great natures miracle,
\par The glorie of our sex, whose fame doth strike
\par Remotest eares with adoration.
\par Sayling some two monthes with inconstant winds,
\par We view'd the glistering Venetian forts;
\par To which we made: when loe, some three leagues off,
\par We might descry a horred spectacle:
\par The issue of black fury strow'd the sea,
\par With tattered carcasses of splitted ships,
\par Halfe sinking, burning, floating, topsie turuie.
\par Not farre from these sad ruines of fell rage,
\par We might behold a creature presse the waues;
\par Senselesse he sprauld, all notcht with gaping wounds:
\par To him we made, and (short) we tooke him vp:
\par The first word that he spake was, Mellida;
\par And then he swouned.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Aye me!
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Why sigh you, faire?
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Nothing but little humours: good sweet, on.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par His wounds being drest, and life recouered,
\par We gan discourse; when loe, the sea grewe mad,
\par His bowels rumbling with winde passion,
\par
\par Straight swarthy darknesse popt out Phoebus eye,
\par And blurd the iocund face of bright cheekt day;
\par Whilst crudl'd fogges masked euen darknesse brow:
\par Heauen bad's good night, and the rocks gron'd
\par At the intestine vprore of the maine.
\par Now gustie flawes strook vp the very heeles
\par Of our maine mast, whilst the keene lightning shot
\par Through the black bowels of the quaking ayre:
\par Straight chops a waue, and in his sliftred panch
\par Downe fals our ship, and there he breaks his neck:
\par Which in an instant vp was belkt againe.
\par VVhen thus this martyrd soule began to sigh;
\par Giue me your hand (quoth he) now doe you graspe
\par Th'vnequall mirrour of ragg'd misery:
\par Is't not a horrid storme? O, well shap't sweete,
\par Could your quicke eye strike through these gashed wo\'fads,
\par You should beholde a heart, a heart, faire creature,
\par Raging more wilde then is this franticke sea.
\par VVolt doe me a fauour, if thou chance suruiue?
\par But visit Venice, kisse the pretious white
\par Of my most; nay all all Epithites are base
\par To attribute to gratious Mellida:
\par Tell her the spirit of Antonio
\par VVisheth his last gaspe breath'd vpon her breast.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par VVhy weepes soft hearted Florisell?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Alas, the flintie rocks groand at his plaints.
\par Tell her (quoth he) that her obdurate sire
\par Hath crackt his bosome; therewithall he wept,
\par And thus sigh't on. The sea is merciful;
\par Looke how it gapes to bury all my griefe:
\par
\par Well, thou shalt haue it, thou shalt be his toumbe:
\par My faith in my loue liue; in thee, dy woe,
\par Dye vnmatcht anguish, dye Antonio:
\par With that he totterd from the reeling decke,
\par And downe he sunke.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Pleasures bodie, what makes my Lady weepe?
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Nothing, sweet Rossaline, but the ayer's sharpe.
\par My fathers Palace, Madam, will be proud
\par To entertaine your presence, if youle daine
\par To make repose within. Aye me!
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Ladie our fashion is not curious.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Faith all the nobler, tis more generous.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Shall I then know how fortune fell at last,
\par What succour came, or what strange fate insew'd?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Most willingly: but this same court is vast,
\par And publike to the staring multitude.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par Sweet Lady, nay good sweet, now by my troth
\par VVeele be bedfellowes: durt on complement froth.
\par
\par Exeunt; Rossaline giuing Antonio the way.
\par
\par
\par
\par ACTVS SECVNDVS.
\par
\par Enter Catzo (with a Capon) eating, Dildo following him.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par Hah Catzo, your master wants a cleane trencher: doe you heare?
\par Balurdo cals for your diminutiue attendance.
\par
\par
\par Catz.
\par The belly hath no eares Dildo.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par Good pugge giue me some capon.
\par
\par
\par
\par Catz.
\par
\par No capon, no not a bitte yee smooth bully; capon's
\par no meat for Dildo: milke, milke, yee glibbery vrchin,
\par is foode for infants.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par Vpon mine honour
\par
\par
\par Cat.
\par
\par Your honour with a paugh? slid, now euery Iack
\par an Apes loads his backe with the golden coat of honour;
\par euery Asse puts on the Lyons skinne and roars
\par his honour, vpon your honour. By my Ladies pantable,
\par I feare I shall liue to heare a Vintners boy cry; tis
\par rich neat Canary, vpon my honour.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par My stomack's vp.
\par
\par
\par Cat.
\par
\par I think thou art hungry.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par The match of furie is lighted, fastned to the linstock
\par of rage, and will presently set fire to the touch-hole
\par of intemperance, discharging the double couluering
\par of my incensement in the face of thy opprobrious
\par speach.
\par
\par
\par Cat.
\par
\par Ile stop the barrell thus; god Dildo, set not fire to
\par the touch-hole.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par My rage is stopt, and I wil eate to the health of
\par the foole thy master Castilio.
\par
\par
\par Cat.
\par
\par And I will suck the iuyce of the capon, to the
\par health of the Idiot thy master Balurdo.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par Faith, our masters are like a case of Rapiers sheathed
\par in one scabberd of folly.
\par
\par
\par Cat.
\par
\par Right dutch blades. But was't not rare sport at
\par the sea-battle, whilst rounce robble hobble roard from
\par the ship sides, to viewe our masters pluck their plumes
\par and droppe their feathers, for feare of being men of
\par marke.
\par
\par
\par
\par Dill.
\par
\par Slud (cri'd Signior Balurdo) O for Don Bessiclers
\par armour, in the Mirror of Knighthood: what coil's here?
\par O for an armour, Canon proofe: O, more cable, more
\par fetherbeds, more fetherbeds, more cable, till hee had
\par as much as my cable hatband, to fence him.
\par
\par Enter Flauia in haste, with a rebato.
\par
\par
\par Catz.
\par
\par Buxome Flauia: can you sing? song, song.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par My sweete Dildo, I am not for you at this time:
\par Madam Rossaline stayes for a fresh ruffe to appeare in
\par the presence: sweete away.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par Twill not be so put off, delicate, delicious, spark
\par eyed, sleek skind, sl\'b3der wasted, clean legd, rarely shap't.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par VVho, Ile be at all your seruice another season:
\par nay faith ther's reason in all things.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par VVould I were reason then, that I might be in
\par all things.
\par
\par
\par Cat.
\par
\par The breefe and the semiquauer is, wee must
\par haue the descant you made vpon our names, ere you
\par depart.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par Faith, the song will seeme to come off hardly.
\par
\par
\par Catz.
\par
\par Troth not a whit, if you seeme to come off
\par quickly.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par Peart Catzo, knock it lustily then.
\par
\par CANTANT.
\par
\par Enter Forobosco, with two torches: Castilio singing fantastically: Rossaline
\par running a Caranto pase, and Balurdo: Feliche following, wondring at them all.
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par
\par Make place gentlemen; pages, hold torches,
\par the prince approacheth the presence.
\par
\par
\par Dill.
\par
\par VVhat squeaking cart-wheel haue we here? ha?
\par
\par Make place gentlemen, pages holde torches, the
\par prince approacheth the presence.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par
\par Faugh, what a strong sent's here, some bodie
\par vseth to weare socks.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par By this faire candle light, tis not my feete, I neuer
\par wore socks since I suckt pappe.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Sauourly put off.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par
\par Hah, her wit stings, blisters, galles off the skinne
\par with the tart acrimony of her sharpe quicknesse: by
\par sweetenesse, she is the very Pallas that flewe out of Iupiters
\par brainepan. Delicious creature, vouchsafe mee
\par your seruice: by the puritie of bounty, I shall be proud
\par of such bondage.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par I vouchsafe it; be my slaue. Signior Balurdo, wilt
\par thou be my seruant too?
\par
\par
\par Ba.
\par
\par O god: forsooth in very good earnest, law, you wold
\par make me as a man should say, as a man should say.
\par
\par
\par Fe.
\par
\par Slud sweet beauty, will you deign him your seruice?
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par
\par O, your foole is your only seruant. But good Feliche
\par why art thou so sad? a pennie for thy thought, m\'e5.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par I sell not my thought so cheap: I valewe my
\par meditation at a higher rate.
\par
\par
\par Ball.
\par
\par In good sober sadnesse, sweet mistris, you should
\par haue had my thought for a penny: by this crimson Satten
\par that cost eleuen shillings, thirteene pence, three
\par pence, halfe pennie a yard, that you should, law.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par
\par VVhat was thy thought, good seruant?
\par
\par
\par Ba.
\par
\par Marrie forsooth, hovv manie strike of pease would
\par feed a hog fat against Christide.
\par
\par
\par Ro.
\par
\par Paugh; seruant rub out my rheum, it soiles the presence.
\par
\par
\par
\par Casti.
\par
\par By my wealthiest thought, you grace my shoo
\par with an vnmeasured honour: I will preserue the soale
\par of it, as a most sacred relique, for this seruice.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Ile spit in thy mouth, and thou wilt, to grace
\par thee.
\par
\par
\par Felich.
\par O that the stomack of this queasie age
\par Digestes, or brookes such raw vnseasoned gobs,
\par And vomits not them forth! O slauish sots.
\par Seruant quoth you? faugh: if a dogge should craue
\par And beg her seruice, he should haue it straight:
\par Sheed giue him fauours too; to lick her feete,
\par Or fetch her fanne, or some such drudgery:
\par A good dogs office, which these amorists
\par Tryumph of: tis rare, well giue her more Asse,
\par More sot, as long as dropping of her nose
\par Is sworne rich pearle by such low slaues as those.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Flauia, attend me to attire me.
\par
\par Exit Rossaline and Flauia.
\par
\par
\par Balur.
\par
\par In sad good earnest, sir, you haue toucht the
\par very bare of naked truth; my silk stocking hath a good
\par glosse, and I thanke my planets, my legge is not altogether
\par vnpropitiously shap't. There's a word: vnpropitiously?
\par I thinke I shall speake vnpropitiously as well
\par as any courtier in Italy.
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par
\par So helpe me your sweete bounty, you haue the
\par most gracefull presence, applasiue elecuty, amazing
\par volubility, polisht adornation, delicious affabilitie.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Whop: fut how he tickles yon trout vnder the
\par gilles! you shall see him take him by and by, with groping
\par flattery.
\par
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par
\par That euer rauisht the eare of wonder. By
\par your sweete selfe, then whome I knowe not a more
\par exquisite, illustrate, accomplished, pure, respected, ador'd,
\par obserued, pretious, reall, magnanimous, bo\'fatious:
\par if you haue an idle rich cast ierkin, or so, it shall
\par not be cast away, if; hah? heres a foreheade, an eye,
\par a heade, a haire, that would make a: or if you haue any
\par spare paire of siluer spurs, ile doe you as much
\par right in all kinde offices
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Of a kinde Parasite
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par
\par As any of my meane fortunes shall be able to
\par
\par
\par Balur.
\par
\par As I am true Christian now, thou hast wonne
\par the spurres
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par For flattery.
\par O how I hate that same Egyptian louse;
\par A rotten maggot, that liues by stinking filth
\par Of tainted spirits: vengeance to such dogs,
\par That sprout by gnawing senselesse carion.
\par
\par Enter Alberto.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par Gallants, saw you my mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline?
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par My mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline, left the presence euen now.
\par
\par
\par Casti.
\par My mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline, withdrewe her gratious aspect euen now.
\par
\par
\par Balur.
\par My mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline, withdrewe her gratious aspect euen now.
\par
\par
\par Felich.
\par Well said eccho.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par My mistresse, and his mistresse, and your mistresse,
\par & the dogs mistresse: pretious dear heauen, that
\par Alberto liues, to haue such riuals.
\par Slid, I haue bin searching euery priuate rome,
\par Corner, and secret angle of the court:
\par And yet, and yet, and yet she liues conceal'd.
\par Good sweete Feliche, tell me how to finde
\par My bright fac't mistresse out.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Why man, cry out for lanthorne and candlelight.
\par For tis your onely way, to finde your bright flaming
\par wench, with your light burning torch: for most
\par commonly, these light creatures liue in darknesse.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par
\par Away you heretike, youle be burnt for
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Goe, you amorous hound, follow the sent of
\par your mistresse shooe; away.
\par
\par
\par Foro.
\par
\par Make a faire presence, boyes, aduance your
\par lightes:
\par The Princesse makes approach.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par And please the gods, now in very good deede,
\par law, you shal see me tickle the measures for the heau\'b3s.
\par Doe my hangers showe?
\par
\par Enter Piero, Antonio, Mellida, Rossaline, Galeatzo, Matzagente, Alberto, and
\par Flauia. As they enter, Feliche, & Castilio make a ranke for the Duke to passe
\par through. Forobosco vshers the Duke to his state: then whilst Piero speaketh
\par his first speach, Mellida is taken by Galeatzo and Matzagente, to daunce; they
\par supporting her: Rossaline, in like maner, by Alberto and Balurdo: Flauia, by
\par Feliche and Castilio.
\par
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Beautious Amazon, sit, and seat your thoughts
\par In the reposure of most soft content.
\par Sound musick there. Nay daughter, cleare your eyes,
\par From these dull fogs of mistie discontent:
\par Look sprightly girl. What? though Antonio's droun'd,
\par That peeuish dotard on thy excellence,
\par That hated issue of Andrugio:
\par Yet maist thou tryumph in my victories;
\par Since, loe, the high borne bloodes of Italy
\par Sue for thy seate of loue.
\par Let musique sound.
\par
\par Beautie and youth run descant on loues ground.
\par
\par
\par Matz.
\par Ladie, erect your gratious summetry:
\par Shine in the spheare of sweete affection:
\par Your eye as heauie, as the heart of night.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par
\par My thoughts are as black as your bearde, my
\par fortunes as ill proportioned as your legs; and all the
\par powers of my minde, as leaden as your wit, and as
\par dustie as your face is swarthy.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par Faith sweet, ile lay thee on the lips for that iest.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par I pree thee intrude not on a dead mans right.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par No, but the liuings iust possession.
\par Thy lips, and loue, are mine.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par You nere tooke seizin on them yet: forbeare:
\par There's not a vacant corner of my heart,
\par But all is fild with deade Antonios losse.
\par Then vrge no more; O leaue to loue at all;
\par Tis lesse disgracefull, not to mount, then fall.
\par
\par
\par Mat.
\par Bright and refulgent Ladie, daine your eare:
\par You see this blade, had it a courtly lip,
\par It would diuulge my valour, plead my loue,
\par
\par Iustle that skipping feeble amorist
\par Out of your loues seat; I am Matzagent.
\par
\par
\par Gale.
\par Harke thee, I pray thee taint not thy sweete eare
\par With that sots gabble; By thy beautious cheeke,
\par He is the flagging'st bulrush that ere droopt
\par With each slight mist of raine. But with pleas'd eye
\par Smile on my courtshippe.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par What said you sir? alas my thought wax fixt
\par Vpon another obiect. Good, forbeare:
\par I shall but weepe. Aye me, what bootes a teare!
\par Come, come, lets daunce. O musicke thou distill'st
\par More sweetnesse in vs then this iarring world:
\par Both time and measure from thy straines doe breath,
\par Whilst from the channell of this durt doth flowe
\par Nothing but timelesse griefe, vnmeasured woe.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par O how impatience cramps my cracked veins,
\par And cruddles thicke my blood, with boiling rage!
\par O eyes, why leape you not like thunderbolts,
\par Or canon bullets in my riuals face;
\par Oy me infeliche misero, o lamenteuol fato!
\par
\par
\par Alber.
\par What meanes the Lady fal vpon the gro\'fad?
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Belike the falling sicknesse.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par I cannot brooke this sight, my thoughts grow wilde:
\par Here lies a wretch, on whome heauen neuer smilde.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par What seruant, nere a word, and I here man?
\par I would shoot some speach forth, to strike the time
\par With pleasing touch of amorous complement.
\par Say sweete, what keepes thy minde, what think'st thou on?
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par Nothing,
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par Whats that nothing?
\par
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par A womans constancie.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par
\par Good, why, would'st thou haue vs sluts, & neuer
\par shift the vestur of our thoughts? Away for shame.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par O no, thart too constant to afflict my heart,
\par Too too firme fixed in vnmooued scorne.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Pish, pish; I fixed in vnmooued scorne?
\par Why, Ile loue thee to night.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par But whome to morrow?
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Faith, as the toy puts me in the head.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par And pleased the marble heauens, now would I
\par might be the toy, to put you in the head, kindly to conceipt
\par my my my: pray you giue in an Epithite for loue.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Roaring, roaring.
\par
\par O loue thou hast murdred me, made me a shadowe,
\par and you heare not Balurdo, but Balurdos ghost.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par
\par Can a ghost speake?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Scuruily, as I doe.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par And walke?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par After their fashion.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par And eate apples?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par In a sort, in their garbe.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par Pre thee Flauia be my mistresse.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par Your reason, good Feliche?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Faith, I haue nineteene mistresses alreadie, and I
\par not much disdeigne that thou should'st make vp the ful
\par score.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par Oh, I heare you make common places of your
\par mistresses, to performe the office of memory by. Pray
\par you, in auncient times were not those satten hose? In
\par good faith, now they are new dyed, pinkt & scoured,
\par
\par they showe as well as if they were new.
\par What, mute Balurdo?
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par I in faith, & twere not for printing, and painting,
\par my breech, and your face would be out of reparation.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par I, an faith, and twere not for printing, & pointing,
\par my breech, and your face would be out of reparation.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Good againe, Echo.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par Thou art, by nature, too foule to be affected.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par And thou, by Art, too faire to be beloued.
\par By wits life, most sparke spirits, but hard chance.
\par Latydine.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Gallants, the night growes old; & downy sleep
\par Courts vs, to entertaine his company:
\par Our tyred lymbes, brus'd in the morning fight,
\par Intreat soft rest, and gentle husht repose.
\par Fill out Greeke wines; prepare fresh cressit-light:
\par Weele haue a banquet: Princes, then good night.
\par
\par The Cornets sound a Synnet, and the Duke goes out in state. As they are going
\par out, Antonio stayes Mellida: the rest Exeunt.
\par
\par
\par An.
\par What meanes these scattred looks? why tremble you?
\par Why quake your thoughts, in your distracted eyes?
\par Collect your spirits, Madam; what doe you see?
\par Dost not beholde a ghost?
\par Look, look where he stalks, wrapt vp in clouds of grief,
\par Darting his sowle, vpon thy wondring eyes.
\par Looke, he comes towards thee; see, he stretcheth out
\par
\par His wretched armes to girt thy loued waste,
\par With a most wisht embrace: see'st him not yet?
\par Nor yet? Ha, Mellida; thou well maist erre:
\par For looke; he walkes not like Antonio:
\par Like that Antonio, that this morning shone,
\par In glistering habilliments of armes,
\par To seize his loue, spight of her fathers spite:
\par But like himselfe, wretched, and miserable,
\par Banisht, forlorne, despairing, strook quite through,
\par With sinking griefe, rowld vp in seauen-fould doubles
\par Of plagues, vanquishable: harke, he speakes to thee.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Alas, I can not heare, nor see him.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Why? al this night about the roome he stalkt,
\par And groand, and houl'd, with raging passion,
\par To view his loue (life blood of all his hopes,
\par Crowne of his fortunes) clipt by strangers armes.
\par Looke but behinde thee.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par O, Antonio; my Lord, my Loue, my
\par
\par
\par An.
\par Leaue passion, sweet; for time, place, aire, & earth,
\par Are all our foes: feare, and be iealous; faire,
\par Lets fly.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Deare heart; ha, whether?
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par O, tis no matter whether, but lets fly.
\par Ha! now I thinke ont, I haue nere a home:
\par No father, friend, no country to imbrace
\par These wretched limbes: the world, the All that is,
\par Is all my foe: a prince not worth a doite:
\par Onelie my head is hoised to high rate,
\par Worth twentie thousand double Pistolets,
\par To him that can but strike it from these shoulders.
\par
\par But come sweete creature, thou shalt be my home;
\par My father, country, riches, and my friend:
\par My all, my soule; and thou and I will liue:
\par (Lets thinke like what) and thou and I will liue
\par Like vnmatcht mirrors of calamitie.
\par The iealous eare of night eaue-drops our talke.
\par Holde thee, thers a iewell; & look thee, thers a note
\par That will direct thee when, where, how to fly;
\par Bid me adieu.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Farewell bleak misery.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Stay sweet, lets kisse before you goe.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Farewell deare soule.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Farewell my life, my heart.
\par
\par
\par
\par ACTVS TERTIVS.
\par
\par Enter Andrugio in armour, Lucio with a sheepeheard gowne in his hand, and a
\par Page.
\par
\par
\par Andr.
\par Is not yon gleame, the shuddering morne that flakes,
\par With siluer tinctur, the east vierge of heauen?
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par I thinke it is, so please your excellence.
\par
\par
\par Andr.
\par
\par Away, I haue no excellence to please.
\par Pree the obserue the custome of the world,
\par That onely flatters greatnesse, States exalts.
\par And please my excellence! O Lucio.
\par Thou hast bin euer held respected deare,
\par Euen pretious to Andrugios in most loue.
\par Good, flatter not. Nay, if thou giu'st not faith
\par That I am wretched, O read that, read that.
\par
\par
\par
\par Piero Sforza, to the Italian Princes, fortune.
\par
\par
\par Excellent, the iust ouerthrowe, Andrugio
\par tooke in the Venetian gulfe, hath so assured the Genowaies
\par of the iustice of his cause, and the hatefulnesse of his
\par person, that they haue banisht him and all his family: and,
\par for confirmation of their peace with vs, haue vowed, that if
\par he, or his sonne, can be attached, to send vs both their heads.
\par Wee therefore, by force of our vnited league, forbid you to
\par harbour him, or his blood: but if you apprehend his person,
\par we intreat you to send him, or his head, to vs. For wee vowe
\par by the honour of our blood, to recompence any man that
\par bringeth his head, with twentie thousand double Pistolets,
\par and the indeering to our choysest loue.
\par From Venice: Piero sforza.
\par
\par
\par
\par Andr.
\par My thoughts are fixt in contemplation
\par Why this huge earth, this monstrous animal,
\par That eates her children, should not haue eyes & ears.
\par Philosophie maintaines that Natur's wise,
\par And formes no vselesse or vnperfect thing.
\par Did Nature make the earth, or the earth Nature?
\par For earthly durt makes all things, makes the man,
\par Moulds me vp honour; and like a cunning Dutchm\'e5,
\par Paints me a puppit euen with seeming breath,
\par And giues a sot appearance of a soule,
\par Goe to, goe to; thou liest Philosophy.
\par
\par Nature formes things vnperfect, vselesse, vaine
\par Why made she not the earth with eyes and eares?
\par That she might see desert, and heare mens plaints:
\par That when a soule is splitted, sunke with griefe,
\par He might fall thus, vpon the breast of earth;
\par And in her eare, halloo his misery:
\par Exclaming thus. O thou all bearing earth,
\par Which men doe gape for, till thou cramst their mouths,
\par And choakst their throts with dust: O chaunce thy brest,
\par And let me sinke into thee. Looke who knocks;
\par Andrugio cals. But O, she's deafe and blinde.
\par A wretch, but leane reliefe on earth can finde.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Sweet Lord, abandon passion, and disarme.
\par Since by the fortune of the tumbling sea,
\par We are rowl'd vp, vpon the Venice marsh,
\par Lets clip all fortune, least more lowring fate
\par
\par
\par And.
\par More lowring fate? O Lucio, choak that breath.
\par Now I defie chaunce. Fortunes browe hath frown'd,
\par Euen to the vtmost wrinkle it can bend:
\par Her venom's spit. Alas, what country rests,
\par What sonne, what comfort that she can depriue?
\par Tryumphes not Venice in my ouerthrow?
\par Gapes not my natiue country for my blood?
\par Lies not my sonne tomb'd in the swelling maine?
\par And yet more lowring fate? There's nothing left
\par Vnto Andrugio, but Andrugio:
\par And that nor mischief, force, distresse, nor hel can take.
\par Fortune my fortunes, not my minde shall shake.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Speake like your selfe: but giue me leaue, my Lord,
\par To wish your safetie. If you are but seene,
\par
\par Your armes display you; therefore put them off,
\par And take
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Would'st thou haue me go vnarm'd among my foes?
\par Being besieg'd by passion, entring lists,
\par To combat with despaire and mightie griefe:
\par My soule beleaguerd with the crushing strength
\par Of sharpe impatience. Ha Lucio, goe vnarm'd?
\par Come soule, resume the valour of thy brith;
\par My selfe, my selfe will dare all opposits:
\par Ile muster forces, an vnuanquisht power:
\par Cornets of horse shall presse th'vngratefull earth;
\par This hollow wombed masse shall inly grone,
\par And murmur to sustaine the waight of armes:
\par Gastly amazement, with vpstarted haire,
\par Shall hurry on before, and vsher vs,
\par Whil'st trumpets clamour, with a sound of death.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Peace, good my Lord, your speach is al too light.
\par Alas, suruey your fortunes, looke what's left
\par Of all your forces, and your vtmost hopes?
\par A weake old man, a Page, and your poore selfe.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Andrugio liues, and a faire cause of armes,
\par Why that's an armie all inuincible.
\par He who hath that, hath a battalion
\par Royal, armour of proofe, huge troups of barbed steeds,
\par Maine squares of pikes, millions of harguebush.
\par O, a faire cause stands firme, and will abide.
\par Legions of Angels fight vpon her side.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Then, noble spirit, slide in strange disguise,
\par Vnto some gratious Prince, and soiourne there,
\par Till time, and fortune giue reuenge firme meanes.
\par
\par
\par
\par And.
\par No, ile not trust the honour of a man:
\par Golde is growne great, and makes perfidiousnesse
\par A common water in most Princes Courts:
\par He's in the Chekle-roule: Ile not trust my blood;
\par I know none breathing, but will cogge a dye
\par For twentie thousand double Pistolets.
\par How goes the time?
\par
\par
\par Luc.
\par I saw no sunne to day.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par No sun wil shine, where poor Andrugio breaths.
\par My soule growes heauie: boy let's haue a song:
\par Weele sing yet, faith, euen despite of fate.
\par
\par CANTANT.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Tis a good boy, & by my troth, well sung.
\par O, and thou felt'st my griefe, I warrant thee,
\par Thou would'st haue strook diuision to the height;
\par And made the life of musicke breath: hold boy: why so?
\par For Gods sake call me not Andrugio,
\par That I may soone forget what I haue bin.
\par For heauens name, name not Antonio;
\par That I may not remember he was mine.
\par Well, ere yon sunne set, ile shew my selfe my selfe,
\par Worthy my blood. I was a Duke; that's all.
\par No matter whether, but from whence we fall.
\par
\par Exeunt.
\par
\par Enter Feliche walking, vnbrac't.
\par
\par
\par Fe.
\par Castilio? Alberto? Balurdo? none vp?
\par Forobosco? Flattery, nor thou vp yet:
\par Then there's no Courtier stirring: that's firme truth?
\par I cannot sleepe: Feliche seldome rests
\par
\par In these court lodgings. I haue walkt all night,
\par To see if the nocturnall court delights
\par Could force me enuie their felicitie:
\par And by plaine troth; I will confesse plaine troth:
\par I enuie nothing, but the Trauense light.
\par O, had it eyes, and eares, and tongues, it might
\par See sport, heare speach of most strange surquedries.
\par O, if that candle-light were made a Poet,
\par He would prooue a rare firking Satyrist,
\par And drawe the core forth of impostum'd sin.
\par Well, I thanke heauen yet, that my content
\par Can enuie nothing, but poore candle-light.
\par As for the other glistering copper spangs,
\par That glisten in the tyer of the Court,
\par Praise God, I eyther hate, or pittie them.
\par Well, here ile sleepe till that the sceane of vp
\par Is past at Court. O calme husht rich content,
\par Is there a being blessednesse without thee?
\par How soft thou down'st the couch where thou dost rest,
\par Nectar to life, thou sweet Ambrosian feast.
\par
\par Enter Castilio and his Page: Castilio with a casting bottle of sweete water in
\par his hand, sprinkling himselfe.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par Am not I a most sweete youth now?
\par
\par
\par Cat.
\par Yes, when your throat's perfum'd; your verie words
\par Doe smell of Amber greece. O stay sir, stay;
\par Sprinkle some sweete water to your shooes heeles,
\par That your mistresse may swear you haue a sweet foot.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par Good, very good, very passing passing good.
\par
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Fut, what trebble minikin squeaks there, ha? good?
\par very good, very very good?
\par
\par
\par Casti.
\par I will warble to the delicious concaue of my
\par Mistresse eare: and strike her thoughts with
\par The pleasing touch of my voice.
\par
\par CANTANT.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par Feliche, health, fortune, mirth, and wine,
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par To thee my loue diuine.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par I drinke to thee, sweeting.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Plague on thee for an Asse.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par
\par Now thou hast seene the Court; by the perfecction
\par of it, dost not enuie it?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par I wonder it doth not enuie me.
\par Why man, I haue bene borne vpon the spirits wings,
\par The soules swift Pegasus, the fantasie:
\par And from the height of contemplation,
\par Haue view'd the feeble ioynts men totter on.
\par I enuie none; but hate, or pittie all.
\par For when I viewe, with an intentiue thought,
\par That creature faire; but proud; him rich, but sot:
\par Th'other wittie; but vnmeasured arrogant:
\par Him great; yet boundlesse in ambition:
\par Him high borne; but of base life: to'ther feard;
\par Yet feared feares, and fears most, to be most loued:
\par Him wise; but made a foole for publick vse:
\par Th'other learned, but selfe-opinionate:
\par When I discourse all these, and see my selfe
\par Nor faire, nor rich, nor wittie, great, nor fear'd:
\par
\par Yet amply suted, with all full content:
\par Lord, how I clap my hands, and smooth my brow,
\par Rubbing my quiet bosome, tossing vp
\par A gratefull spirit to omnipotence!
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par Ha, ha: but if thou knew'st my happinesse,
\par Thou wouldst euen grate away thy soule to dust,
\par In enuy of my sweete beatitude:
\par I can not sleepe for kisses; I can not rest
\par For Ladies letters, that importune me
\par With such vnused vehemence of loue,
\par Straight to solicit them, that
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par Confusion seize me, but I thinke thou lyest.
\par Why should I not be sought to then aswell?
\par Fut, me thinks, I am as like a man.
\par Troth, I haue a good head of haire, a cheeke
\par Not as yet wan'd; a legge, faith, in the full.
\par I ha not a red beard, take not tobacco much:
\par And S'lid, for other parts of manlinesse
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par
\par Pew waw, you nere accourted them in
\par pompe:
\par Put your good parts in presence, gratiously.
\par Ha, and you had, why they would ha come of, sprung
\par To your armes: and su'd, and prai'd, and vow'd;
\par And opened all their sweetnesse to your loue.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par There are a number of such things, as then
\par Haue often vrg'd me to such loose beliefe:
\par But S'lid you all doe lye, you all doe lie.
\par I haue put on good cloathes, and smugd my face,
\par Strook a faire wench, with a smart speaking eye:
\par Courted in all sorts, blunt, and passionate;
\par
\par Had opportunitie put them to the ah:
\par And, by this light, I finde them wondrous chaste,
\par Impregnable; perchance a kisse, or so:
\par But for the rest, O most inexorable.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par Nay then ifaith, pree thee looke here.
\par
\par Shewes him the superscription of a seeming Letter.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par To her most esteemed, lou'd, and generous seruant, Sig.
\par Castilio Balthazar.
\par Pree the from whome comes this? faith I must see.
\par
\par From her that is deuoted to thee, in most priuate sweetes of
\par loue; Rossaline.
\par Nay, god's my comfort, I must see the rest;
\par I must, sans ceremonie, faith I must.
\par
\par Feliche takes away the letter by force.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par
\par O, you spoyle my ruffe, vnset my haire; good
\par away.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Item for strait canuas, thirteene pence, halfe
\par penny. Item for an elle and a halfe of taffata to couer
\par your olde canuas dubblet, foureteen shillings, & three
\par pence. S'light, this a tailors bill.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par
\par In sooth it is the outside of her letter; on which
\par I tooke the copie of a tailors bill.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par But tis not crost, I am sure of that. Lord haue
\par mercie on him, his credit hath giuen vp the last gaspe.
\par Faith ile leaue him; for hee lookes as melancholy as
\par a wench the first night she
\par
\par Exit.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par Honest musk-cod, twill not be so stitched together;
\par take that, and that, and belie no Ladies loue:
\par sweare no more by Iesu: this Madam, that Ladie;
\par hence goe, forsweare the presence, trauaile three years
\par
\par to bury this bastinado: auoide, puffe paste, auoide.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par
\par And tell not my Ladie mother. Well, as I am
\par true gentleman, if she had not wild me on her blessing,
\par not to spoyle my face; if I could not finde in my heart
\par to fight, would I might nere eate a Potatoe pye more.
\par
\par Enter Balurdo, backward; Dildo following him with a looking glasse in one
\par hand, & a candle in the other hand: Flauia following him backward, with a
\par looking glasse in one hand, and a candle in the other; Rossaline following
\par her. Balurdo and Rossaline stand setting of faces: and so the Sceane begins.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par More foole, more rare fooles! O, for time and
\par place, long enough, and large enough, to acte these
\par fooles! Here might be made a rare Scene of folly, if
\par the plat could beare it.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par By the suger-candy sky, holde vp the glasse
\par higher, that I may see to sweare in fashion. O, one loofe
\par more would ha made them shine; gods neakes, they
\par would haue shone like my mystresse browe. Euen so
\par the Duke frownes for all this Cursond world: oh that
\par gerne kils, it kils. By my golden What's the richest
\par thing about me?
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par Your teeth.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par By my golden teeth, hold vp; that I may put in:
\par hold vp, I say, that I may see to put on my gloues.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par O, delicious sweet cheekt master, if you discharge
\par but one glance from the leuell of that set face: O, you
\par will strike a wench; youle make any wench loue you.
\par
\par
\par
\par Balur.
\par
\par By Iesu, I think I am as elegant a Courtier,
\par as
\par
\par How lik'st thou my suite?
\par
\par
\par Catz.
\par
\par All, beyond all, no peregal: you are wondred at,
\par for an asse.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Well, Dildo, no christen creature shall knowe
\par hereafter, what I will doe for thee heretofore.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par
\par Here wants a little white, Flauia.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par I, but master, you haue one little falt; you sleepe
\par open mouth'd.
\par
\par
\par Ball.
\par
\par Pewe, thou iestst. In good sadnesse, Ile haue a
\par looking glasse nail'd to the the testarn of the bed, that
\par I may see when I sleep, whether tis so, or not; take heed
\par you lye not: goe to, take heede you lie not.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par By my troth, you looke as like the princesse, now
\par I, but her lip is lip is a little redder, a very little
\par redder: but by the helpe of Art, or Nature, ere I ch\'e5ge
\par my perewigge, mine shall be as red
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par O, I, that face, that eye, that smile, that writhing of
\par your bodie, that wanton dandling of your fan, becoms
\par prethely, so sweethly, tis euen the goodest Ladie that
\par breathes, the most amiable
\par
\par Faith the fringe of
\par your sattin peticote is ript. Good faith madam, they say
\par you are the most bounteous Lady to your women, that
\par euer
\par
\par O most delitious beautie! Good Madam
\par let me kith it.
\par
\par Enter Piero.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par
\par Rare sport, rare sport! A female foole, and a female
\par flatterer.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Bodie a mee, the Duke: away the glasse.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Take vp your paper, Rossaline.
\par
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par
\par Not mine, my Lord.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Not yours, my Ladie? Ile see what tis.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par And how does my sweete mistresse? O Ladie
\par deare, euen as tis an olde say, Tis an old horse can neither
\par wighy, nor wagge his taile: euen so doe I holde
\par my set face still: euen so, tis a bad courtier that can neither
\par discourse, nor blow his nose.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Meet me at Abrahams, the Iewes, where I bought
\par my Amazons disguise. A shippe lies in the port, ready
\par bound for England; make haste, come priuate.
\par Enter Castilio, Forobosco.
\par
\par
\par Antonio, Forobosco, Alberto, Feliche, Castilio, Balurdo? run,
\par keepe the Palace, post to the ports, goe to my daughters
\par chamber: whether now? scud to the Iewes, stay,
\par runne to the gates, stop the gundolets, let none passe
\par the marsh, doe all at once. Antonio? his head, his head.
\par Keep you the Court, the rest stand still, or runne, or
\par goe, or shoute, or search, or scud, or call, or hang, or
\par doe doe doe, su su su, somthing: I know not who who
\par who, what I do do do, nor who who who, where
\par I am.
\par O trista traditriche, rea, ribalda fortuna,
\par Negando mi vindetta mi causa fera morte.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Ha ha ha. I could breake my splene at his impatience.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Alma & gratiosa fortuna siate fauorevole,
\par Et fortunati siano vuoti del mia dulce Mellida, Mellida.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Alas Antonio, I haue lost thy note.
\par
\par A number mount my staires; ile straight returne.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Antonio,
\par Be not affright, sweete Prince; appease thy feare,
\par Buckle thy spirits vp, put all thy wits
\par In wimble action, or thou art surpriz'd.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par I care not.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Art mad, or desperate? or
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Both, both, all, all: I pree thee let mee ly;
\par Spight of you all, I can, and I will dy.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par You are distraught; O, this is madnesse breath.
\par
\par
\par An.
\par Each man take hence life, but no man death:
\par Hee's a good fellow, and keepes open house:
\par A thousand thousand waies lead to his gate,
\par To his wide mouth'd porch: when niggard life
\par Hath but one little, little wicket through.
\par We wring our selues into this wretched world,
\par To pule, and weepe, exclaime, to curse and raile,
\par To fret, and ban the fates, to strike the earth
\par As I doe now. Antonio, curse thy birth,
\par And die.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Nay, heauens my comfort, now you are peruerse;
\par You know I alwaies lou'd you; pree thee liue.
\par
\par Wilt thou strike deade thy friends, drawe mourning
\par teares
\par
\par
\par An.
\par Alas, Feliche, I ha nere a friend;
\par No country, father, brother, kinsman left
\par To weepe my fate, or sigh my funerall:
\par I roule but vp and downe, and fill a seat
\par In the darke caue of dusky misery.
\par
\par
\par Feli.
\par Fore heauen, the Duke comes: hold you, take my key,
\par
\par Slinke to my chamber, looke you; that is it:
\par There shall you finde a suite I wore at sea:
\par Take it, and slippe away. Nay, pretious,
\par If youle be peeuish, by this light, Ile sweare,
\par Thou rail'dst vpon thy loue before thou dyedst,
\par And call'd her strumpet.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Sheele not credit thee.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Tut, that's all one: ile defame thy loue;
\par And make thy deade trunke held in vile regard.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Wilt needs haue it so? why then Antonio,
\par Viue esperanza, in despetto aell fato.
\par
\par Enter Piero, Galeatzo, Matzagente, Forobosco, Balurdo, and Castilio, with
\par weapons.
\par
\par
\par Piero.
\par O, my sweet Princes, was't not brauely found?
\par Euen there I found the note, euen there it lay.
\par I kisse the place for ioy, that there it lay.
\par This way he went, here let vs make a stand:
\par Ile keepe this gate my selfe: O gallant youth!
\par Ile drinke carouse vnto your countries health,
\par Enter Antonio.
\par
\par Euen in Antonio's scull.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Lord blesse vs: his breath is more fearefull then
\par a Sergeants voice, when he cries; I arrest.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par
\par Stoppe Antonio, keepe, keepe Antonio.
\par
\par
\par Piero.
\par
\par Where, where man, where?
\par
\par
\par Ant,
\par
\par Here, here: let me me pursue him downe the
\par marsh.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Hold, there's my signet, take a gundelet:
\par
\par Bring me his head, his head, and by mine honour,
\par Ile make thee the wealthiest Mariner that breathes.
\par
\par
\par Anto.
\par Ile sweate my bloode out, till I haue him safe.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Speake heartily ifaith, good Mariner.
\par O, wee will mount in tryumph: soone, at night,
\par Ile set his head vp. Lets thinke where.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Vp on his shoulders, that's the fittest place for
\par it. If it be not as fit as if it were made for them; say, Balurdo,
\par thou art a sot, an asse.
\par
\par Enter Mellida in Pages attire, dauncing.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Sprightly, ifaith. In troth he's somwhat like
\par My daughter Mellida: but alas poore soule,
\par Her honour heeles, god knowes, are halfe so light.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Escap't I am, spite of my fathers spight.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Ho, this will warme my bosome ere I sleepe.
\par
\par Enter Flauia running.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par O my Lord, your daughter.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par I, I, my daughter's safe enough, I warrant thee.
\par This vengeance on the boy will lengthen out
\par My daies vnmeasuredly.
\par It shall be chronicled, time to come;
\par Piero Sforza slewe Andrugio's sonne.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par I, but my Lord, your daughter.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par I, I, my good wench, she is safe enough.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par O, then, my Lord, you know she's run away.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Run away, away, how run away?
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par She's vanisht in an instante, none knowes whether.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Pursue, pursue, fly, run, post, scud away.
\par Feliche sing; And was not good king Salomon.
\par
\par Fly, call, run, rowe, ride, cry, shout, hurry, haste:
\par
\par Haste, hurry, shoute, cry, ride, rowe, run, call, fly
\par Backward and forward, euery way about.
\par Maldetta fortuna shy condura sorta
\par Che faro, che diro, pur fugir tanto mal!
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par Twas you that struck me euen now: was it not?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par It was I that struck you euen now.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par You bastinadoed me, I take it.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par I bastinadoed you, and you tooke it.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par
\par Faith sir, I haue the richest Tobacco in the court
\par for you; I would be glad to make you satisfaction, if I
\par haue wronged you. I would not the Sun should set vpon
\par your anger; giue me your hand.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Content faith, so thou'lt breede no more such lies.
\par I hate not man, but mans lewd qualities.
\par
\par
\par
\par ACTVS QVARTVS.
\par
\par Enter Antonio, in his sea gowne running.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Stop, stop Antonio, stay Antonio.
\par Vaine breath, vaine breath, Antonio's lost;
\par He can not finde himselfe, not seize himselfe.
\par Alas, this that you see, is not Antonio,
\par His spirit houers in Piero's Court,
\par Hurling about his agill faculties,
\par To apprehend the sight of Mellida:
\par But poore, poore soule, wanting apt instruments
\par To speake or see, stands dumbe and blinde, sad spirit,
\par Roul'd vp in gloome clouds as black as ayor,
\par Through which the rustie coach of Night is drawne:
\par Tis so, ile giue you instance that tis so.
\par
\par Conceipt you me. As hauing clasp't a rose
\par Within my palme, the rose being tane away,
\par My hand retaines a little breath of sweete:
\par So may mans trunke; his spirit slipt awaie,
\par Holds still a faint perfume of his sweet ghest.
\par Tis so; for when discursiue powers flie out,
\par And rome in progresse, through the bo\'fads of heauen,
\par The soule it selfe gallops along with them,
\par As chiefetaine of this winged troope of thought,
\par Whilst the dull lodge of spirit standeth waste,
\par Vntill the soule returne from
\par What wast I said?
\par O, this is naught, but speckling melancholie.
\par I haue beene
\par That Morpheus tender skinp
\par Cosen germane
\par Beare with me good
\par Mellida: clod vpon clod thus fall.
\par Hell is beneath; yet heauen is ouer all.
\par
\par Enter Andrugio, Lucio, Cole, and Norwod.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Come Lucio, lets goe eat: what hast thou got?
\par Rootes, rootes? alas, they are seeded, new cut vp.
\par O, thou hast wronged Nature, Lucio:
\par But bootes not much; thou but pursu'st the world,
\par That cuts off vertue, fore it comes to growth,
\par Least it should seed, and so orerun her sonne,
\par Dull pore-blinde error. Giue me water, boy.
\par There is no poison in't I hope, they say
\par That lukes in massie plate: and yet the earth
\par Is so infected with a generall plague,
\par That hee's most wise, that thinks there's no man foole:
\par
\par Right prudent, that esteemes no creature iust:
\par Great policy the least things to mistrust.
\par Giue me Assay How we mock greatnesse now!
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par A strong conceipt is rich, so most men deeme:
\par If not to be, tis comfort yet to seeme.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Why man, I neuer was a Prince till now.
\par Tis not the bared pate, the bended knees,
\par Guilt tipstaues, Tyrrian purple, chaires of state,
\par Troopes of pide butterflies, that flutter still
\par In greatnesse summer, that confirme a prince:
\par Tis not the vnsauory breath of multitudes,
\par Showting and clapping, with confused dinne;
\par That makes a Prince. No Lucio, he's a king,
\par A true right king, that dares doe aught, saue wrong,
\par Feares nothing mortall, but to be vniust,
\par Who is not blowne vp with the flattering puffes
\par Of spungy Sycophants: Who stands vnmou'd,
\par Despight the iustling of opinion:
\par Who can enjoy himselfe, maugre the throng
\par That striue to presse his quiet out of him:
\par Who sits vpon Ioues footestoole, as I doe,
\par Adoring, not affecting, maiestie:
\par Whose brow is wreathed with the siluer crowne
\par Of cleare content: this, Lucio, is a king.
\par And of this empire, euery man's possest,
\par That's worth his soule.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par My Lord, the Genowaies had wont to say
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Name not the Genowaies: that very word
\par Vnkings me quite, makes me vile passions slaue.
\par O, you that made open the glibbery Ice
\par
\par Of vulgar fauour, viewe Andrugio.
\par Was neuer Prince with more applause confirm'd,
\par With louder shouts of tryumph launched out
\par Into the surgy maine of gouernment:
\par Was neuer Prince with more despight cast out,
\par Left shipwrackt, banisht, on more guiltlesse ground.
\par O rotten props of the craz'd multitude,
\par How you stil double, faulter, vnder the lightest chance
\par That straines your vaines. Alas, one battle lost,
\par
\par Your whorish loue, your drunken healths, your houts
\par and shouts,
\par Your smooth God saue's, and all your diuels last
\par That tempts our quiet, to your hell of throngs.
\par Spit on me Lucio, for I am turnd slaue
\par Obserue how passion domineres ore me.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par No wonder, noble Lord, hauing lost a sonne,
\par A country, crowne, and
\par
\par
\par And.
\par I Lucio, hauing lost a sonne, a sonne,
\par A country, house, crowne, sonne. O lares, misereri lares.
\par Which shall I first deplore? My sonne, my sonne,
\par My deare sweete boy, my deare Antonio.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Antonio?
\par
\par
\par And.
\par I, eccho, I; I meane Antonio.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Antonio, who meanes Antonio?
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Where art? what art? know'st thou Antonio?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Yes.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Liues hee?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par No.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Where lies hee deade?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Here.
\par
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Where?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Here.
\par
\par
\par Andr.
\par Art thou Antonio?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par I thinke I am.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Dost thou but think? What, dost not know thy selfe?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par He is a foole that thinks he knowes himselfe.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Vpon thy faith to heauen, giue thy name.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par I were not worthy of Andrugio's blood,
\par If I denied my name's Antonio.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par I were not worthy to be call'd thy father,
\par If I denied my name Andrugio.
\par And dost thou liue? O, let me kisse thy cheeke,
\par And deaw thy browe with trickling drops of ioy.
\par Now heauens will be done: for I haue liu'd
\par To see my ioy, my sonne Antonio.
\par Giue me thy hand; now fortune doe thy worst,
\par His blood, that lapt thy spirit in the wombe,
\par Thus (in his loue) will make his armes thy tombe.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Blesse not the bodie with your twining armes,
\par Which is accurst of heauen. O, what black sinne
\par Hath bin committed by our auntient house,
\par Whose scalding vengeance lights vpon our heads,
\par That thus the world, and fortune casts vs out,
\par As loathed obiects, ruines branded slaues.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Doe not expostulate the heauens will:
\par But, O, remember to forget thy felfe:
\par Forget remembrance what thou once hast bin.
\par Come, creepe with me from out this open ayre.
\par Euen trees haue tongues, and will betray our life.
\par I am a raising of our house, my boy:
\par
\par Which fortune will not enuie, tis so meane,
\par And like the world (all durt) there shalt thou rippe
\par The inwards of thy fortunes, in mine eares,
\par Whilst I sit weeping, blinde with passions teares:
\par Then ile begin, and weele such order keepe,
\par That one shall still tell greefes, the other weepe.
\par
\par Exit Andrugio, leauing Antonio, and his Page.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Ile follow you. Boy, pree thee stay a little.
\par Thou hast had a good voice, if this colde marshe,
\par Wherein we lurke, haue not corrupted it.
\par Enter Mellida, standing out of sight, in her Pages suite.
\par
\par I pree thee sing, but sirra (marke you me)
\par Let each note breath the heart of passion,
\par The sad extracture of extreamest griefe.
\par Make me a straine; speake, groning like a bell,
\par That towles departing soules.
\par Breath me a point that may inforce me weepe,
\par To wring my hands, to breake my cursed breast,
\par Raue, and exclaime, lie groueling on the earth,
\par Straight start vp frantick, crying, Mellida.
\par Sing but, Antonio hath lost Mellida,
\par And thou shalt see mee (like a man possest)
\par Howle out such passion, that euen this brinish marsh
\par Will squease out teares, from out his spungy cheekes,
\par The rocks euen groane, and
\par Pree thee, pree thee sing:
\par Or I shall nere ha done when I am in.
\par Tis harder for me end, then to begin.
\par The boy runnes a note, Antonio breakes it.
\par
\par For looke thee boy, my griefe that hath no end,
\par
\par I may begin to playne, but pree thee sing.
\par
\par CANTANT.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Heauen keepe you sir.
\par
\par
\par An.
\par Heauen keepe you from me, sir.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par I must be acquainted with you, sir.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Wherefore? Art thou infected with misery,
\par Sear'd with the anguish of calamitie?
\par Art thou true sorrow, hearty griefe, canst weepe?
\par I am not for thee if thou canst not raue,
\par Antonio fals on the ground.
\par
\par Fall flat on the ground, and thus exclaime on heauen;
\par O trifling Nature, why enspiredst thou breath
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Stay sir, I thinke you named Mellida.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Know'st thou Mellida?
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Yes.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Hast thou seene Mellida?
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Yes.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Then hast thou seene the glory of her sex,
\par The musick of Nature, the vnequall'd lustre
\par Of vnmatched excellence, the vnited sweete
\par Of heauens graces, the most adored beautie,
\par That euer strooke amazement in the world.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par You seeme to loue her.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par With my very soule.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Shele not requite it: all her loue is fixt
\par Vpon a gallant, on Antonio,
\par The Duke of Genoas sonne. I was her Page:
\par And often as I waited, she would sigh;
\par
\par O, deere Antonio; and to strengthen thought,
\par Would clip my neck, and kisse, and kisse me thus.
\par Therefore leaue louing her: fa, faith me thinks,
\par Her beautie is not halfe so rauishing
\par As you discourse of; she hath a freckled face,
\par A lowe forehead, and a lumpish eye.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par O heauen, that I should heare such blasphemie.
\par Boy, rogue, thou liest, and
\par Spauento dell mio core dolce Mellida,
\par Di graua morte restoro vero dolce Mellida,
\par Celesta saluatrice sovrana Mellida
\par Del mio sperar; trofeo vero Mellida.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Diletta & soaue anima mia Antonio,
\par Godeuole belezza cortese Antonio.
\par Signior mio & virginal amore bell' Antonio
\par Gusto delli mei sensi, car' Antonio.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par O suamisce il cor in vn soaue baccio,
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Murono i sensi nel desiato dessio:
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Nel Cielo puo lesser belta pia chiara.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Nel mondo pol esser belta pia chiara?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Dammi vn baccio da quella bocca beata,
\par Bassiammi, coglier l'aura odorata
\par Che in sua neggia in quello dolce labra.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Dammi pimpero del tuo gradit' amore
\par Che beame, cosempiterno honore,
\par Cosi, cosi mi conuerra morir.
\par Good, sweet, scout ore the maWith amorous kissing, kissing c\'bamaes, and euen suck
\par The liquid breath from out each others lips.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Dul clod, no man but such sweeet fauour clips.
\par I goe, and yet my panting blood perswades me stay.
\par Turne coward in her sight? away, away.
\par
\par I thinke confusion of Babell is falne vpon these louers,
\par that they change their language; but I feare mee, my
\par master hauing but fained the person of a woman, hath
\par got their vnfained imperfection, and is growne double
\par tongu'd: as for Mellida, she were no woman, if shee
\par could not yeelde strange language. But howsoeuer, if I
\par should sit in iudgement, tis an errour easier to be pardoned
\par by the auditors, then excused by the authours;
\par and yet some priuate respect may rebate the edge of
\par the keener censure.
\par
\par Enter Piero, Castilio, Matzagente, Forobosco, Feliche, Galeatzo, Balurdo, and
\par his Page, at another dore.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par This way shee took: search, my sweet gentlem\'b3.
\par How now Balurdo, canst thou meete with any body?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par As I am true gentleman, I made my horse sweat,
\par that he hath nere a dry thread on him: and I can meete
\par with no liuing creature, but men & beastes, In good
\par sadnesse, I would haue sworne I had seene Mellida euen
\par now: for I sawe a thing stirre vnder a hedge, and I
\par peep't, and I spyed a thing: and I peer'd, and I tweerd
\par vnderneath: and truly a right wise man might haue
\par beene deceiued: for it was
\par
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par What, in the name of heauen?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par A dun cowe.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Sh'ad nere a kettle on her head?
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Boy, didst thou see a yong Lady passe this way?
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par
\par Why speake you not?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Gods neakes, proud elfe, giue the Duke reuerence,
\par stand bare with a
\par Whogh! heauens blesse me: Mellida, Mellida.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Where man, where?
\par
\par
\par Balur.
\par
\par Turnd man, turnd man: women weare the
\par breaches, loe here,
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Light and vnduteous! kneele not, peeuish elfe,
\par Speake not, entreate not, shame vnto my house,
\par Curse to my honour. Where's Antonio?
\par Thou traitresse to my hate, what is he shipt
\par For England now? well whimpering harlot, hence.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Good father
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Good me no goods. Seest thou that sprightly
\par youth? ere thou canst tearme to morrow morning old,
\par thou shalt call him thy husband, Lord and loue.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par Ay me.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Blirt on your ay mees, gard her safely hence.
\par Drag her away, ile be your gard to night.
\par Young Prince, mount vp your spirits, and prepare
\par To solemnize your Nuptials eue with popme.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par The time is scant: now nimble wits appeare:
\par Phoebus begins gleame, the welkin's cleare.
\par
\par Exeunt all, but Balurdo and his Page.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par Now nimble wits appeare: ile my selfe appeare,
\par Balurdo's selfe, that in quick wit doth surpasse,
\par
\par Will shew the substance of a compleat
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par Asse, asse.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par Ile mount my courser, and most gallantly prick
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par Gallantly prick is too long, and stands hardly
\par in the verse, sir.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Ile speake pure rime, and will so brauely pranke
\par it, that ile tosse loue like a pranke, pranke it: a rime for
\par pranke it?
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par Blank it.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par That ile tosse loue, like a dogge in a blanket: ha
\par ha, in deede law. I thinke, ha ha, I thinke ha ha, I think
\par I shall tickle the Muses. And I strike it not deade, say,
\par Balurdo, thou art an arrant sot.
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par Balurdo, thou art an arrant sot.
\par
\par Enter Andrugio and Antonio wreathed together, Lucio.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Now, come vnited force of chap-falne death:
\par Come, power of fretting anguish, leaue distresse.
\par O, thus infoulded, we haue breasts of proofe,
\par Gainst all the venom'd stings of misery.
\par
\par
\par Ant:
\par Father, now I haue an antidote,
\par Gainst all the poyson that the world can breath.
\par My Mellida, my Mellida doth blesse
\par This bleak waste with her presence. How now boy,
\par Why dost thou weepe? alas, where's Mellida?
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Ay me, my Lord.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par A sodden horror doth inuade my blood,
\par My sinewes tremble, and my panting heart
\par Scuds round about my bosome to goe out,
\par
\par Dreading the assailant, horrid passion.
\par O, be no tyrant, kill me with one blowe.
\par Speake quickly, briefely boy.
\par
\par
\par Pa.
\par Her father found, and seis'd her, she is gone.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Son, heat thy bloode, be not frose vp with grief.
\par Courage, sweet boy, sinke not beneath the waight
\par Of crushing mischiefe. O where's thy dantlesse heart
\par Thy fathers spirit! I renounce thy blood,
\par If thou forsake thy valour.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par See how his grief speakes in his slow-pac't steps:
\par Alas, tis more than he can vtter, let him goe.
\par Dumbe solitary path best sureth woe.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Giue me my armes, my armour Lucio.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Deare Lord, what means this rage, when lacking vse
\par Scarce safes your life, will you in armour rise?
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Fortune feares valour, presseth cowardize.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Then valour gets applause, when it hath place,
\par And meanes to blaze it.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Nunquam potest non esse.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Patience, my Lord, may bring your ils some end.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par What patience, friend, can ruin'd hopes att\'b3d?
\par Come, let me die like old Andrugio:
\par Worthy my birth. O blood-true-honour'd graues
\par Are farre more blessed then base life of slaues.
\par
\par Exeunt.
\par
\par
\par
\par ACTVS QVINTVS.
\par
\par Enter Balurdo, a Painter with two pictures, and Dildo.
\par
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par And are you a painter sir, can you drawe, can
\par you drawe?
\par
\par
\par Pay.
\par
\par Yes sir.
\par
\par
\par Ba.
\par
\par Indeede lawe? now so can my fathers forehore
\par horse. And are these the workmanshippe of your
\par hands?
\par
\par
\par Payn.
\par
\par I did lymne them.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Lymne them? a good word, lymne them: whose
\par picture is this? Anno Domini 1599. Beleeue mee,
\par master Anno Domini was a good settled age when
\par you lymn'd him. 1599. yeares old? Lets see the other.
\par Etatis su\'e6 24. Bir Ladie he is somwhat younger. Belike
\par master Etatis su\'e6 was Anno Dominies sonne.
\par
\par
\par Pa.
\par
\par Is not your master a
\par
\par
\par Dil.
\par
\par He hath a little procliuitie to him
\par
\par
\par Pa.
\par
\par Procliuitie, good youth? I thank you for your
\par courtly procliuitie.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Approach good sir. I did send for you to drawe
\par me a deuise, an Imprezza, by Sinecdoche a Mott. By
\par Phoebus crymson taffata mantle, I thinke I speake as
\par melodiously, looke you sir, how thinke you ont? I wold
\par haue you paint mee, for my deuice, a good fat legge of
\par ewe mutton, swimming in stewde broth of plummes
\par (boy keele your mouth, it runnes ouer) and the word
\par shall be; Holde my dish, whilst I spill my pottage. Sure, in
\par my conscience, twould be the most sweete deuice,
\par now.
\par
\par
\par Pa.
\par
\par Twould sent of kitchin-stuffe too much.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Gods neakes, now I remember mee, I ha
\par
\par the rarest deuise in my head that euer breathed. Can
\par you paint me a driueling reeling song, & let the word
\par be, Vh.
\par
\par
\par Payn.
\par
\par A belch.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par O, no no: Vh, paint me vh, or nothing.
\par
\par
\par Pay.
\par
\par It can not be done sir, but by a seeming kinde of
\par drunkennesse.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par No? well, let me haue a good maffie ring, with
\par your owne poesie grauen in it, that must sing a small
\par trebble, worde for word, thus; And if you will my
\par true louer be,
\par Come followe mee to the greene wodde.
\par
\par
\par Pa.
\par O Lord, sir, I can not make a picture sing.
\par
\par
\par B.
\par Why? z'lid, I haue seen painted things sing as sweet:
\par But I hau't will tickle it, for a conceipt ifaith.
\par
\par Enter Feliche, and Alberto.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par O deare Feliche, giue me thy deuice.
\par How shall I purchase loue of Rossaline?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par S'will, flatter her soundly.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par Her loue is such, I can not flatter her:
\par But with my vtmost vehemence of speach,
\par I haue ador'd her beauties.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Hast writ good mouing vnaffected rimes to
\par her.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par O, yes, Feliche, but she scornes my writ.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Hast thou presented her with sumptuous gifts?
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par Alas, my fortunes are too weake to offer them.
\par
\par
\par Fell.
\par O, then I haue it, ile tell thee what to doe.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par What, good Feliche?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Goe and hang thy selfe, I say, goe hang thy selfe,
\par
\par If that thou canst not giue, goe hang thy selfe:
\par Ile rime thee dead, or verse thee to the rope.
\par How thinkst thou of a Poet that sung thus;
\par Munera sola pacant, sola addunt muner a formam:
\par Munere solicites Pallada, Cypris erit.
\par Munera, munera.
\par
\par
\par Alb.
\par Ile goe and breath my woes vnto the rocks,
\par And spend my griefe vpon the deafest seas.
\par Ile weepe my passion to the senselesse trees,
\par And load most solitarie ayre with plaints.
\par For wods, trees, sea, or rocky Appenine,
\par Is not so ruthlesse as my Rossaline.
\par Farewell deare friend, expect no more of mee,
\par Here ends my part, in this loues Comedy.
\par Exit Alb.
\par
\par
\par Exit Paynter.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Now master Balurdo, whether are you going, ha?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Signior Feliche, how doe you faith, & by my
\par troth, how doe you?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Whether art thou going, bully?
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par And as heauen helpe mee, how doe you?
\par How, doe you ifaith he?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par Whether art going man?
\par
\par
\par Ball.
\par
\par O god, to the Court, ile be willing to giue you
\par grace and good countnance, if I may but see you in
\par the presence.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par O to court? farewell.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par If you see one in a yellow taffata dubblet, cut
\par vpon carnation valure, a greene hat, a blewe paire of
\par veluet hose, a gilt rapier, and an orenge tauny pair of
\par worsted silke stockings, thats I, thats I.
\par
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Very good, farewell.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Ho, you shall knowe me as easily, I ha bought
\par mee a newe greene feather with a red sprig, you shall
\par see my wrought shirt hang out at my breeches, you
\par shall know me.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Very good, very good, farewell.
\par
\par
\par Ball.
\par
\par Marrie in the maske twill be somewhat harde.
\par But if you heare any bodie speake so wittily, that hee
\par makes all the roome laugh; that's I, that's I. Farewell
\par good Signior.
\par
\par Enter Forobosco, Castilio, a boy carying a gilt harpe: Piero, Mellida in night
\par apparrell, Rossaline, Flauia, two Pages.
\par
\par
\par Pier.
\par Aduance the musiques prize, now capring wits,
\par Rise to your highest mount; let choyce delight
\par Garland the browe of this tryumphant night.
\par Sfoote, a sits like Lucifer himselfe.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par
\par Good sweete Duke, first let their voyces strain
\par for musicks price. Giue mee the golden harpe: faith
\par with your fauour, ile be vmperesse.
\par
\par
\par Pi.
\par
\par Sweet neece c\'batent: boyes cleare your voice & sing.
\par
\par 1. CANTAT.
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par
\par By this gould, I had rather haue a seruant with a
\par short nose, and a thinne haire, then haue such a high
\par stretcht minikin voice.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Faire neece, your reason?
\par
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par By the sweete of loue, I should feare extreamely
\par that he were an Eunuch.
\par
\par
\par Cast.
\par Sparke spirit, how like you his voice?
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par Spark spirit, how like you his voice?
\par
\par So helpe me, youth, thy voice squeakes like a dry cork
\par shoe: come, come, lets heare the next.
\par
\par 2. CANTAT.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Trust me, a good strong meane, Well sung my
\par boy.
\par
\par Enter Balurdo.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Hold, hold, hold: are yee blind, could you not see
\par my voice comming for the harpe. And I knock not diuision
\par on the head, take hence the harpe, make mee a
\par slip, and let me goe but for nine pence. Sir Marke, strike
\par vp for master Balurdo.
\par 3. CANTAT.
\par
\par Iudgem\'b3t gentlemen, iudgem\'b3t. Wast not aboue line?
\par I appeale to your mouthes that heard my song.
\par Doe me right, and dub me knight Balurdo.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par
\par Kneele downe, and ile dub thee knight of the
\par golden harpe.
\par
\par
\par Ba.
\par
\par Indeed law, doe, and ile make you Ladie of the siluer fiddlestick,
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Come, kneele, kneele.
\par
\par Enter a Page to Balurdo,
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par My troth, I thank you, it hath neuer a whistle in't \emdash
\par
\par
\par Ro.
\par
\par Naie, good sweet cuz raise vp your drooping eies,
\par
\par & I were at the point of To haue & to hold, from this
\par day forward, I would be asham'd to looke thus lumpish.
\par What my prettie Cuz, tis but the losse of an od
\par maidenhead: shall's daunce? thou art so sad, harke in
\par mine eare. I was about to say, but ile forbeare.
\par
\par
\par Ba.
\par
\par I come, I come, more then most hunny-suckle
\par sweete Ladies, pine not for my presence, ile returne
\par in pompe. Well spoke sir Ieffrey Balurdo. As I am a true
\par knight, I feele honourable eloquence begin to grope
\par mee alreadie.
\par
\par Exit.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Faith, mad neece, I wonder when thou wilt
\par marrie?
\par
\par
\par Rossa.
\par
\par Faith, kinde vncle, when men abandon ielosy,
\par forsake taking of Tobacco, and cease to weare their
\par beardes so rudely long. Oh, to haue a husband with
\par a mouth continually smoaking, with a bush of furs on
\par the ridge of his chinne, readie still to slop into his foming
\par chaps; ah, tis more than most intollerable.
\par
\par
\par Pier.
\par
\par Nay faith, sweete neece, I was mightie strong
\par in thought we should haue shut vp night with an ould
\par Comedie: the Prince of Millane shall haue Mellida, &
\par thou shouldst haue
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par
\par No bodie, good sweete vncle. I tell you, sir, I
\par haue 39. seruants, and my munkey that makes the fortieth.
\par Now I loue al of them lightly for something, but
\par affect none of them seriously for any thing. One's a
\par passionate foole, and hee flatters mee aboue beliefe:
\par the second's a teastie ape, and hee railes at me beyond
\par reason: the third's as graue as some Censor, and hee
\par strokes vp his mustachoes three times, and makes six
\par
\par plots of set faces, before he speakes one wise word: the
\par fourth's as dry, as the burre of an heartichoke; the fifth
\par paints, and hath alwaies a good colour for what hee
\par speakes: the sixt
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par
\par Stay, stay, sweet neece, what makes you thus suspect
\par young gallants worth.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Oh, when I see one were a perewig, I dreade his
\par haire; another wallowe in a great sloppe, I mistrust
\par the proportion of his thigh; and wears a ruffled boot,
\par I feare the fashion of his legge. Thus, something in each
\par thing, one tricke in euery thing makes me mistrust imperfection
\par in all parts; and there's the full point of my
\par addiction.
\par
\par The Cornets sound a cynet.
\par
\par Enter Galeatzo, Matzagente, and Balurdo in maskery.
\par
\par
\par Pier.
\par The roome's too scant: boyes, stand in there, close.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par In faith, faire sir, I am too sad to daunce.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par How's that, how's that? too sad? By heauen dance,
\par And grace him to, or, goe to, I say no more.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par A burning glasse, the word splendente Phoebo?
\par Tis too curious, I conceipt it not.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par
\par Faith, ile tel thee. Ile no longer burne, then youle
\par shine and smile vpon my loue. For looke yee fairest, by
\par your pure sweets,
\par I doe not dote vpon your excellence.
\par And faith, vnlesse you shed your brightest beames
\par Of sunny fauour, and acceptiue grace
\par Vpon my tender loue, I doe not burne:
\par Marry but shine, and ile reflect your beames,
\par
\par
\par with feruent ardor. Faith I wold be loath to flatter thee
\par faire soule, because I loue, not doat, court like thy husband;
\par which thy father sweares, to morrowe morne I
\par must be. This is all, and now from henceforth, trust me
\par Mellida, Ile not speake one wise word to thee more.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par
\par I trust yee.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par
\par By my troth, Ile speak pure foole to thee now.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par
\par You will speake the liker your selfe.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par
\par Good faith, Ile accept of the cockescombe, so
\par you will not refuse the bable.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par
\par Nay good sweet, keepe them both, I am enamour'd
\par of neither.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par
\par Goe to, I must take you downe for this. Lende
\par me your eare.
\par
\par
\par Ros.
\par
\par A glowe worme, the word? Splendescit tant\'f9m tenebris.
\par
\par
\par Matz.
\par
\par O, Ladie, the glowe worme figurates my valour:
\par which shineth brightest in most darke, dismall and horrid
\par atchieuements.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Or rather, your glowe worme represents your
\par wit, which only seems to haue fire in it, though indeed
\par tis but an ignis fatuus, and shines onely in the darke
\par deade night of fooles admiration.
\par
\par
\par Matz.
\par
\par Ladie, my wit hath spurs, if it were dispos'd to
\par ride you.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Faith sir, your wits spurs haue but walking rowels;
\par dull, blunt, they will not drawe blood: the gentlemen
\par vshers may admit them the Presence, for anie
\par wrong they can doe to Ladies.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Truely, I haue strained a note aboue Ela, for a deuise;
\par
\par looke you, tis a faire rul'd singing booke: the
\par word, Perfect, if it were prickt.
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par Though you are mask't, I can guesse who you
\par are by your wit. You are not the exquisite Balurdo, the
\par most rarely shap't Balurdo.
\par
\par
\par Ba.
\par
\par Who, I? No I am not sir Ieffrey Balurdo. I am not
\par as well knowne by my wit, as an alehouse by a red lattice.
\par I am not worthy to loue and be belou'd of Flauia,
\par
\par
\par Fla.
\par
\par I will not scorne to fauour such good parts, as
\par are applauded in your rarest selfe.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Truely, you speake wisely, and like a Iantlewoman
\par of foureteene yeares of age. You know the stone
\par called lapis; the nearer it comes to the fire, the hotter
\par it is: and the bird, which the Geometricians cal Auis,
\par the farther it is from the earth, the nearer it is to the
\par heauen: and loue, the nigher it is to the flame, the
\par more remote (ther's a word, remote) the more remote
\par it is from the frost, Your wit is quicke, a little thinge
\par pleaseth a young Ladie, and a smal fauour contenteth
\par
\par an ould Courtier; and so, sweete mistresse I trusse my
\par codpeece point.
\par Enter Feliche.
\par
\par
\par Pier.
\par
\par What might import this florish? bring vs word.
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Stand away: here's such a companie of flibotes,
\par hulling about this galleasse of greatnesse, that there's
\par no boarding him.
\par Doe you heare yon thing call'd, Duke?
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par How now blunt Feliche, what's the newes?
\par
\par
\par Fel.
\par
\par Yonder's a knight, hath brought Andrugio's
\par head, & craues admittance to your chaire of state.
\par
\par Cornets sound a Cynet: enter Andrugio in armour.
\par
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Conduct him with attendance sumptuous,
\par Sound all the pleasing instruments of ioy:
\par Make tryumph, stand on tiptoe whil'st wee meete:
\par O sight most gratious, o reuenge most sweete!
\par
\par
\par And.
\par
\par We vowe, by the honour of our birth, to recompence
\par any man that bringeth Andrugio's head, with twentie thousand
\par double Pistolets, and the endeering to our choysest loue.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par We still with most vnmou'd resolu'd confirme
\par Our large munificence: and here breath
\par A sad and solemne protestation:
\par When I recall this vowe, O, let our house
\par Be euen commaunded, staind, and trampled on,
\par As worthlesse rubbish of nobilitie.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Then, here, Piero, is Andrugios head,
\par Royally casked in a helme of steele:
\par Giue me thy loue, and take it. My dauntlesse soule
\par Hath that vnbounded vigor in his spirits,
\par That it can beare more ranke indignitie,
\par With lesse impatience, then thy cancred hate
\par Can sting and venome his vntainted worth,
\par With the most viperous sound of malice. Strike;
\par O, let no glimse of honour light thy thoughts,
\par If there be any heat of royall breath
\par Creeping in thy vaines, O stifle it.
\par Be still thy selfe, bloodie and trecherous.
\par Fame not thy house with an admired acte
\par Of princely pittie. Piero, I am come,
\par To soyle thy house with an eternall blot
\par Of sauage crueltie; strike, or bid me strike.
\par I pray my death; that thy nere dying shame
\par
\par Might liue immortall to posteritie.
\par Come, be a princely hangman, stoppe my breath.
\par O dread thou shame, no more then I dread death.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par We are amaz'd, our royall spirits numm'd,
\par In stiffe astonisht wonder at thy prowesse,
\par Most mightie, valiant, and high towring heart.
\par We blush, and turne our hate vpon our selues,
\par For hating such an vnpeer'd excellence.
\par I ioy my state: him whome I loath'd before,
\par That now I honour, loue; nay more, adore.
\par The still Flutes sound a mournfull Cynet. Enter a Cofin.
\par
\par But stay: what tragick spectacle appeares,
\par Whose bodie beare you in that mournefull hearse?
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par The breathlesse trunke of young Antonio.
\par
\par
\par Mell.
\par Antonio (aye me) my Lord, my loue, my
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Sweete pretious issue of most honor'd blood,
\par Rich hope, ripe vertue, O vntimely losse.
\par Come hither friend. Pree thee doe not weepe:
\par Why, I am glad hee's deade, he shall not see
\par His fathers vanquisht, by his enemie.
\par Euen in princely honour, nay pree thee speake.
\par How dy'd the wretched boy?
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par My Lord
\par
\par
\par And.
\par I hope he dyed yet like my sonne, ifaith.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Alas, my Lord
\par
\par
\par And.
\par He died vnforst, I trust, and valiantly.
\par
\par
\par Lu.
\par Poore gentleman, being
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Did his hand shake, or his eye looke dull,
\par His thoughts reele, fearefull when he struck the stroke?
\par
\par And if they did, Ile rend them out the hearse,
\par Rip vp his cearecloth, mangle his bleake face;
\par That when he comes to heauen, the powers diuino
\par Shall nere take notice that he was my sonne.
\par Ile quite disclaime his birth: nay pree thee speake:
\par And twere not hoopt with steel, my brest wold break.
\par
\par
\par Mel.
\par O that my spirit in a sigh could mount,
\par Into the Spheare, where thy sweet soule doth rest.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par O that my teares, bedeawing thy wan cheeke,
\par Could make new spirit sprout in thy could blood.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par Verely, he lookes as pittifully, as a poore Iohn: as
\par I am true knight, I could weepe like a ston'd horse.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Villaine, tis thou hast murdred my sonne.
\par Thy vnrelenting spirit (thou black dogge,
\par That took'st no passion of his fatall loue)
\par Hath forst him giue his life vntimely end.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Oh that my life, her loue, my dearest blood
\par Would but redeeme one minute of his breath.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par I seize that breath. St\'e5d not amaz'd great states:
\par I rise from death, that neuer liu'd till now.
\par Piero, keepe thy vowe, and I enioy
\par More vnexpressed height of happinesse,
\par Then power of thought can reach: if not, loe here
\par There stands my toumbe, and here a pleasing stage:
\par Most wisht spectators of my Tragedie,
\par To this end haue I fain'd, that her faire eye,
\par For whome I liu'd, might blesse me ere I die.
\par Mell, Can breath depaint my vnc\'baceiued thoughts?
\par Can words describe my infinite delight,
\par Of seeing thee, my Lord Antonio?
\par
\par O no; conceipt, breath, passion, words be dumbe,
\par Whil'st I instill the deawe of my sweete blisse,
\par In the soft pressure of a melting kisse;
\par Sic, sic iuuat ire sub vmbras.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Faire sonne (now Ile be proud to call thee sonne)
\par Enioy me thus; my verie breast is thine:
\par Possesse me freely, I am wholly thine.
\par
\par
\par Ant,
\par Deare father.
\par
\par
\par And.
\par Sweet son, sweet son; I can speake no more:
\par My ioyes passion flowes aboue the shoare,
\par And choakes the current of my speach.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Young Florence prince, to you my lips must beg,
\par For a remittance of your interest.
\par
\par
\par Gal.
\par In your faire daughter, with all my thought,
\par So helpe me faith, the naked truth Ile vnfold;
\par He that was nere hot, will soone be cold,
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par No man els makes claime vnto her.
\par
\par
\par Matz.
\par The valiant speake truth in briefe: no
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par Trulie, for sir Ieffrey Balurdo, he disclaimes to haue
\par had anie thing in her,
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par Then here I giue her to Antonio.
\par Royall, valiant, most respected prince,
\par Let's clippe our hands; Ile thus obserue my vowe;
\par I promis'd twentie thousand double Pistolets,
\par With the indeering to my dearest loue,
\par To him that brought thy head; thine be the golde,
\par To solemnize our houses vnitie:
\par My loue be thine, the all I haue be thine.
\par Fill vs fresh wine, the forme weele take by this:
\par Weele drinke a health, while they two sip a kisse.
\par
\par Now, there remaines no discord that can sound
\par Harsh accents to the eare of our accord:
\par So please your neece to match.
\par
\par
\par Ross.
\par
\par Troth vncle, when my sweet fac't cuz hath tolde
\par me how she likes the thing, call'd wedlock; may be Ile
\par take a suruey of the checkroll of my seruants; & he that
\par hath the best parts of, Ile pricke him downe for my
\par husband.
\par
\par
\par Bal.
\par
\par For passion of loue now, remember me to my
\par mistresse, Lady Rossaline, when she is pricking down the
\par good parts of her seruants. As I am true knight, I grow
\par stiffe: I shall carry it.
\par
\par
\par Pie.
\par I will.
\par Sound Lidian wires, once make a pleasing note,
\par On Nectar streames of your sweete ayres, to flote.
\par
\par
\par Ant.
\par Here ends the comick crosses of true loue:
\par Oh may the passage most succesfull proue.
\par
\par
\par
\par
\par FINIS.
\par
\par Epilogus.
\par
\par
\par Gentlemen, though I remaine an armed Epilogue, I
\par stand not as a peremptory chalenger of desert, either for
\par him that composed the Comedy, or for vs that acted it: but
\par a most submissiue supplyant for both. What imperfection you
\par haue seene in vs, leaue with vs, & weele amend it; what hath
\par pleased you, take with you, & cherish it. You shall not be more
\par ready to embrace any thing c\'bamendable, then we will endeauour
\par to amend all things reproueable. What we are, is by your
\par fauour. What we shall be, rests all in your applausiue incouragements.
\par Exit.
\par
\par
\par }}