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 Loues sacrifice. A tragedie receiued generally well. Acted by the Queenes Majesties Seruants at the Phœnix in Drury-lane. Loves sacrifice Loves sacrifice. Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640. [84] p. Printed by I[ohn] B[eale] for Hugh Beeston, dwelling next the Castle in Cornhill, London : 1633. 1632

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LOUES Sacrifice .

A TRAGEDIE RECEIUED GENERALLY

WELL .

Acted by the QVEENES Majesties Seruants at the Phoenix in Drury-lane .

LONDON : Printed by I. B. for HVGH BEESTON , dwelling next the Castle in Cornhill , 1633 .

To my truest friend , my worthiest Kinsman , IOHN FORD of Grayes-Inne , Esquire .

THE Title of this little worke ( may good Cozen ) is in sence but the argument of a Dedication ; which being in most writers a Custome , in many a complement , I question not but your cleere knowledg of my intents , will in me read as the earnest of affection . My ambition herein aimes at a faire flight , borne vp on the double wings of gratitude , for a receiued , and acknowledgement for a continued loue . It is not so frequent to number many kinsmen , & amongst them some friends ; as to presume on some friends , and amongst them little friendship . But in euery fulnesse of these particulars , I doe not more partake through you ( my Cozen ) the delight , then enioy the benefit of them . This Inscription to your name , is onely a faithfull deliuerance to Memory of the truth of my respects to vertue , and to the equall in honour with vertue , Desert . The contempt throwne on studies of this kinde , by such as dote on their owne singularity , hath almost so out-fac'd Inuention , and prescrib'd Iudgement ; that it is more safe , more wise , to be suspectedly silent , then modestly confident of opinion , herein . Let me be bold to tell the seuerity of censurers , how willingly I neglect their practise , so long as I digresse from no becomming thankfulnesse . Accept then ( my Cozen ) this witnesse to Posteritie of my constancy to your Merits , for no Ties of blood , no ingagements of Friendship shall more justly liue a President , then the sincerity of Both in the Heart of

IOHN FORD .

To my friend Mr. IOHN FORD . VNto this Altar , rich with thy owne spice , I bring one graine , to thy Loves Sacrifice : And boast to see thy flames ascending , while Perfumes enrich our Ayre from thy sweet Pile . Looke here THOV that hast malice to the Stage , And Impudence enough for the whole Age ; Voluminously-Ignorant ! be vext To read this Tragedy , and thy owne be next .

James Shirley .

The Sceane PAVYE .

TheSpeakersinthisTRAGEDY. PHillippo Caraffa . Duke of Pavy . Paulo Baglione , Vnckle to the Dutchesse . Fernando Favorite to the Duke . Ferentes A wanton Courtier . Roseilli A young Nobleman .
Petruchio Two Counsellors of State . Nibrassa
D'auolos Secretary to the Duke . Maurucio An old Antike . Giacopo Servant to Maurucio . Attendants .

Women. BIancha The Dutchesse . Fiormonda The Dukes Sister . Colona Daughter to Petruchio . Iulia Daughter to Nibrassa . Morona an old Lady .

Loues Sacrifice .
Actus Primus . Enter Roseilli and Roderico D'auolos . Ros. DEpart the Court . R. D. Such was the Dukes command . Ros. You' ar Secretary to the State and him , Great in his counsels , wise , & ( I think ) honest , Haue you , in turning ouer old Records , Read but one name descended of the house Of Lelus , in his loyalty remisse ? R. D. Neuer , my Lord . Ros. Why then should I now , now , when glorious peace Triumphs in change of pleasures , be wip'd off , Like to a vselesse moth , from Courtly ease : And whither must I goe ? R. D. You haue the open world before you . Ros. Why then t is like I 'me banisht . R. D. Not so ; My warrant is onely to command you from the Court , Within fiue houres to depart after notice taken , And not to liue within thirty miles of it , Vntill it be thought meet by his Excellence To call you backe : now I haue warn'd you , my Lord , At your perill be it if you disobey ; I shall Informe the Duke of your discontent . — Exit R. D. Ros. Doe , Politician , doe : I scent the plot of this disgrace ; 't is Fiormonda , shee , That glorious Widow , whose commanding checke Ruines my Loue ; like foolish beasts , thus they Finde danger , that prey too neere the Lions denne . Enter Fernando and Petruchio . Fer. My Noble Lord Roseilli ! Ros. Sir , the joy I should haue welcom'd you with , is wrap'd vp In Clouds of my disgrace ; yet , honoured Sir , Howsoeuer frownes of great ones cast me downe , My seruice shall pay tribute in my lownesse , To your vprising vertues . Fer. Sir , I know You are so well acquainted with your owne , You need not flatter mine ; trust me , my Lord , He be a sutor for you . Petr. And I 'le second My Nephewes suit with importunity . Ros. You are , my Lord Fernando , late return'd From trauels ; pray instruct me , since the voyce Of most supreme Authority commands My absence : I determine to bestow Some time in learning Languages abroad ; Perhaps the change of ayre may change in me Remembrance of my wrongs at home : Good Sir Informe me ; say I meant to liue in Spaine , What benefit of knowledge might I treasure ? Fer. Troth , Sir , I 'le freely speake as I haue found : In Spaine you lose experience ; 't is a Clymate To hot to nourish Arts ; the Nation proud , And in their pride vnsociable ; the Court More plyable to glorifie it selfe Then doe a stranger grace ; if you intend To trafficke like a Merchant , 't were a place Might better much your Trade ; but as for me , I soone tooke surfeit on it . Ros. What for France ? Fer. France I more praise and loue ; you are ( my Lord ) Your selfe for horsemanship much fam'd ; and there You shall haue many proofes to shew your skill , The French are passing Courtly , ripe of wit , Kind , but extreme dissemblers ; you shall haue A French-man ducking lower than your knee , At th' instant mocking euen your very shoo-tyes : To giue the Countrey due , it is on earth A Paradise ; and if you can neglect Your owne appropriaments , but praysing that In others , wherein you excell yourselfe , You shall be much belou'd there . Ros. Yet , me thought , I heard you and the Dutchesse , two nights since , Discoursing of an Iland thereabouts Call'd — let me thinke — 't was — Fer. England . Ros. That , pray Sir , You haue beene there , me thought I heard you praise it . Fer. I 'le tell you what I found there ; men as neat , As Courtly as the French , but in Condition Quite opposite : Put case that you ( my Lord ) Could be more rare on horse-backe than you are , If there ( as there are many ) one excell'd You in your Art , as much as you doe others , Yet will the English thinke , their owne is nothing Compar'd with you a stranger ; in their habits They are not more fantasticke than vncertaine : In short , their fare abundance ; manhood , beauty , No Nation can disparage but it selfe . Ros. My Lord , you haue much cas'd me , I resolue . Fer. And whither are you bent ? Ros. My Lord for trauell , To speed for England . Fer. No , my Lord , you must not ; I haue yet some priuate Conference To impart vnto you for your good : at night I 'le meet you at my Lord Petruchio's house , Till then be secret . Ros. Dares my Cozen trust me ? Petr. Dare I , my Lord ! yes , 'lesse your fact were greater Than a bold womans spleene . Ros. The Duke 's at hand , And I must hence , my seruice to your Lordships . Exit . Petr. Now Nephew , as I told you , since the Duke Hath held the reines of state in his owne hand , Much altered from the man he was before , ( As if he were transformed in his mind ) To sooth him in his pleasures , amongst whom Is fond Ferentes ; one whose pride takes pride In nothing more then to delight his lust ; And he ( with griefe I speake it ) hath , I feare , Too much besotted my vnhappy daughter , My poore Colona ; whom , for kinreds sake , As you are noble , as you honour vertue , Perswade to loue her selfe : a word from you May win her more then my entreaties or frownes . Fer. Vnckle , I 'le doe my best ; meane time pray tell me Whose mediation wrought the Marriage Betwixt the Duke and Dutchesse ? who was agent ? Petr. His rouing eye , and her inchanting face , The onely dower Nature had ordained T' aduance her to her Bride-bed : She was daughter Vnto a Gentleman of Millaine , no better ; Prefer'd to serue in the Duke of Millaine's Court : Where , for her beauty , she was greatly fam'd : And passing late from thence to Monacho , To visit there her Vncle , Paul Baglione , The Abbot ; Fortune ( Queene to such blind matches ) Presents her to the Dukes eye , on the way As he pursues the Deere : in short , my Lord , He saw her , lou'd her , woo'd her , won her , match'd her , No counsell could diuert him . Fer. She is faire . Petr. She is ; and to speake truth , I thinke right Noble In her Conditions . Fer. If when I should choose , Beauty and Vertue were the Fee propos'd , I should not passe for parentage . Petr. The Duke doth come . Fer. Let 's breake off talke : if euer , now Good Angell of my soule protect my truth . Enter Duke , Biancha , Fiormonda , Nibrássa . Ferentes , Iulia and D'auolos . Duke . Come my Biancha , reuell in mine armes , Whiles I , wrapt in my admiration , view Lillies and Roses growing in thy cheekes . Fernando ! oh thou halfe my selfe ! no ioy Could make my pleasures full without thy presence ! I am a Monarch of felicitie , Proud in a paire of Iewels , rich and beautifull ; A perfect Friend , a Wife aboue compare . Fer. Sir , if a man so low in ranke , may hope By loyall duty , and deuoted zeale , To hold a Correspondence in friendship With one so mighty as the Duke of Pavy , My vttermost ambition is to climbe To those deserts may giue the stile of seruant . Duke . Of partner in my Dukedome , in my heart , As freely as the priuilege of blood Hath made them mine , Phillippo and Fernando Shall be without distinction : Looke , Biancha , On this good man ; in all respects to him Be as to me : onely the name of husband , And reuerent obseruance of our bed Shall differ vs in persons , else in soule We are all one . Bian. I shall , in best of Loue , Regard the bosome-partner of my Lord . Fior. Ferentes . Fere. Madam . Fior. You are one loues Courtship , He had some change of words ; 't were no lost labour To stuste your Table-bookes , the man speakes wisely . Feren. I 'me glad your Highnesse is so pleasant . Duke . Sister . Fior. My Lord and brother . Duke . You are too silent ; Quicken your sad remembrance : though the losse Of your dead husband be of more account Then slight neglect , yet 't is a sinne against The state of Princes to exceed a meane In mourning for the dead . Fior. Should forme , my Lord , Preuaile aboue affection ? no , it cannot . You haue your selfe here a right noble Dutchesse , ( Vertuous at least ) and should your grace now pay ( Which heauen forbid ) the debt you owe to Nature , I dare presume , shee 'd not so soone forget A Prince that thus aduanc'd her . — Madam , could you ? R. D. Bitter and shrewd . Bian. Sister , I should too much bewray my weaknesse , To giue a resolution on a passion I neuer felt nor fear'd . Nibr. A modest answer . Fer. If credit may be giuen to a face , My Lord , I 'le vndertake on her behalfe ; Her words are trusty Heralds to her mind . Fior. Exceeding good ; the man will vndertake : Obserue it , Da'uolos . R. D. I doe , Lady ; 't is a smooth prayse . Duke . Friend , in thy iudgement I approue thy loue , And loue thee better for thy iudging mine : Though my gray-headed Senate in the lawes Of strickt opinion and seuere dispute , Would tye the limits of our free effects , ( Like superstitious Iewes , to match with none But in a tribe of Princes like our selues ) Grosse nurtur'd slaues , who force their wretched soules To crouch to profit ; nay , for trash and wealth , Dote on some crooked or mishapen forme , Hugging wise Natures lame deformity , Begetting creatures vgly as themselues : But why should Princes doe so , that command The store-house of the earths hid minerals ? No , my Biancha , thou art to me as deare As if thy portion had bin Europes riches , Since in thine eyes lyes more than these are worth : Set on ; they shall be strangers to my heart That enuy thee thy Fortunes : Come , Fernando , my but divided selfe , what we haue done We are onely debtor to heauen for . — On . Fior. Now take thy time , or neuer , Da'uolos ; Preuaile , and I will raise thee high in grace . — Exeunt . Da'uolos stayes Fernando . R. D. Madam , I will omit no Art , My honour'd Lord Fernando . Fer. To me , Sir ? R. D. Let me beseech your Lordship To excuse me , in the noblenesse of your wisedome , If I exceed good manners : I am one , my Lord , Who in the admiration of your perfect vertues , Doe so truly honour and reuerence your deserts , That there is not a creature beares life Shall more faithfully study to doe you seruice In all offices of duty , and vowes of due respect . Fer. Good Sir , you bind me to you : is this all ? R. D. I beseech your care a little , good my Lord ; what I Haue to speake , concernes your reputation and best fortune . Fer , How 's that ? my Reputation ? lay aside Superfluous Ceremony ; speake , what is 't ? R. D. I doe repute my selfe The blessed'st man aliue , that I shall be the first Giues your Lordship newes of your perpetuall comfort . Fer. As how ? R. D. If singular beauty , vnimitable vertues , honor , youth , And absolute goodnesse be a fortune , all those are at once Offered to your particular choyce . Fer. Without delayes , which way ? R. D. The great and gracious Lady Fiormonda loue you , Infinitely loues you . — But , my Lord , as euer you tendered A seruant to your pleasures , let mee not be reueal'd , that I gaue you notice on 't . Fer. Sure you are strangely out of tune , Sir . R. D : Please but to speake to her , be but Courtly ceremonius With her , vse once but the language of affection , if I Mis-report ought besides my knowledge , let me neuer Haue place in your good opinion : oh , these women , my Lord Are as brittle mettle as your glasses , as smooth , as slippery : Their very first substance was quicke-sands ; let 'em looke Neuer so demurely , one phillip choakes them : my Lord , Shee loues you I know it . — But I beseech your Lordship Not to discouer me ; I would not for the world shee Should know that you know it by me . Fer. I vnderstand you , and to thanke your care Will studie to requite it ; and I vow She neuer shall haue notice of your newes By me , or by my meanes . And , worthy Sir , Let me alike inioyne you not to spaake A word of that I vnderstand her loue ; And as for me , my word shall be your suretie I 'le not as much as giue her cause to thinke I euer heard it . R. D. Nay , my Lord , Whatsoeuer I inferre , you may breake with her in it If you please , for rather than silence should hinder You one step to such a fortune , I will expose my selfe To any rebuke for your sake , my good Lord . Fer. You shall not , indeed Sir , I am still your friend , And will proue so ; for the present I am forc'd To attend the Duke , good houres befall ye , I must leaue you . Exit . R. D.

Gon already ; S'foot I ha marr'd all , this is worse and worse , he 's as cold as Hemlocke ; if her Highnesse knows how I haue gone to worke , she 'll thanke me scuruily : a pox of all dull braines ; I tooke the cleane contrary course : there is a mysterie in this slight carelesnesse of his , I must sift it , and I will find it . vd's me , foole my selfe out of my wit : well , I 'le choose some fitter opportunity to inueagle him , and till then , smooth her vp , that hee is a man ouerioyed with the report . — — —

Exit . Enter Ferentes and Colona . Feren.

Madam , by this light I vow my selfe your seruant ; onely yours , inespecially yours : time , like a turne-coat , may order and disorder the outward fashions of our bodies , but shall neuer inforce a change on the constancy of my minde , sweet Colona , faire Colona , young and sprightfull Lady , doe not let me in the best of my youth , languish in my earnest affections .

Col. Why should you seeke , my Lord , to purchase glory By the disgrace of a silly maid ? Feren.

That I confesse too ;

I am euery way so vnworthy of the first fruits of thy embraces , so far beneath the riches of thy merit , that it can be no honor to thy fame , to rank me in the number of thy seruants , yet proue me how true , how firme I will stand to thy pleasures , to thy command ; and as time shall serue be euer thine Now prethe deere Colona .

Col, Well , well , my Lord , I haue no heart of flint ; Or if I had , you know by cunning words How to out-weare it . — But . Feren. But what ? doe not pitty thy owne gentlenesse , Louely Colona ; shall I speake ? shall I ? say But I , and our wishes are made vp . Col. How shall I say I , when my feares say no ? Feren. You wil not faile to meet two houres hence , sweet . Col. No ; yes , yes , I would haue said , how my tongue trips . Fere. I take that promise , & that double yes as an assurance Of thy faith , in the groue ( good sweet remember ) In any case alone ( d' ee marke loue ) not as much as your Dutchesse little dog , ( you 'll not forget ) two houres hence , ( Thinke on 't , and misse not , ) till then — Col. Oh , if you should proue false , and loue another ? Feren. Defie me then ; I 'le be all thine , and a seruant Onely to thee , onely to thee . — — Exit Colona . Very passing good , three honest women in our Courts Here of Italy , are enough to discredit a whole Nation Of that sexe : he that is not a Cuckold , or a Bastard , Is a strangely happy man ; for a chaste wife , or a mother That neuer stept awry , are wonders , wonders in Italy . S'life I haue got the feat on 't , and am euery day More actiue in my trade ; 't is a sweet sinne , this slip Of mortality , and I haue tasted enough for one Passion of my senses : Here comes more worke for me : Enter Iulia . And how does my owne Iulia , mew vpon this sadnesse ? What 's the matter you are melancholly ? Whither away , wench ? Iul. 'T is well , the time has bin when your smooth tongue Would not haue mock'd my griefes , and had I bin more Chary of mine honor , you had still bin lowly as you were . Feren. Lowly ? why I am sure I cannot be much more lowly Then I am to thee , thou bring'st me on my bare knees Wench , twice in euery foure and twenty houres , besides Halfe turnes instead of Beuers ; what must we next Doe , sweet-heart ? Iul. Breake vowes on your side , I expect no other , But euery day looke when some newer choice May violate your honour and my trust . Feren. Indeed forsooth , how they by that la , I hope I neglect No opportunity to your Nunquam satis , to be call'd In question for ; goe , thou art as fretting as an old Grogrum , by this hand I loue thee for 't , it becomes thee So prettily to be angry : well , if thou should'st dye , Farewell all loue with me for euer : goe , I 'le meet Thee soone in thy Ladies backe lobby , I will , wench , Looke for me . Iul. But shall I be resolu'd you will be mine ? Feren. All thine ; I will reserue my best ability , My heart , my honour , onely to thee , onely to thee : Pitty of my blood away , I heare company Comming on : remember soone I am all thine , I will liue perpetually onely to thee , away . — Exit Iul. S'foot I wonder about what time of the yeare I was begot ; sure it was when the Moone was In coniunction , and all the other Planets Drunke at a Morrice-dance : I am haunted Aboue patience , my mind is not as infinite to doe , As my occasions are proffered of doing : Chastity ! I am An Eunuch , if I thinke there be any such thing ; or If there be , 't is amongst vs men , for I neuer found it In a woman , throughly tempted , yet : I haue a shrewd hard Taske comming on , but let it passe : who comes now ? Enter Fernando . My Lord , the Dukes friend ! I will striue to be inward with Him , my Noble Lord Fernando . Fer. My Lord Ferentes , I should change some words Of consequence with you ; but since I am , For this time , busied in more serious thoughts , I 'le picke some fitter opportunity . Feren. I will wait your pleasure , my Lord , — Good day to Your Lordship . — — — Exit Feren. Fer. Traytor to friendship , whither shall I runne , That lost to reason cannot sway the float Of the vnruly faction in my bloud ? The Dutchesse , oh the Dutchesse ! in her smiles Are all my ioyes abstracted ; death to my thoughts , My other plague comes to me . Enter Fiormonda and Iulia . Fior. My Lord Fernando , what , so hard at study ? You are a kind companion to your selfe , That loue to be alone so . Fer. Madam , no ; I rather chose this leasure to admire The glories of this little world , the Court , Where like so many starres on seuerall thrones , Beauty and greatnesse shine in proper Orbes , Sweet matter for my meditation . Fior. So , so , Sir , ( leaue vs Iulia ) your owne proofe Exit Iul. By trauell and prompt obseruation , Instruct you how to place the vse of speech ; But since you are at leisure , pray let 's sit ; Wee 'll passe the time a little in discourse : What haue you seene abroad ? Fer. No wonders , Lady , Like these I see at home . Fior. At home ! as how ? Fer. Your pardon , if my tongue ( the voyce of truth ) Report but what is warranted by sight . Fior. What sight ? Fer. Looke in your glasse , and you shall see A miracle . Fior. What miracle ? Fer. Your Beauty , So farre aboue all beauties else abroad , As you are in your owne , superlatiue . Fior. Fie , fie , your wit hath too much edge . Fer. Would that , Or any thing , that I could challenge mine , Were but of value to expresse how much I serue in loue the sister of my Prince . Fior. 'T is for your Princes sake then , not for mine . Fer. For you in him , and much for him in you . I must acknowledge , Madam , I obserue In your affects a thing to me most strange , Which makes me so much honour you the more . Fior. Pray tell it . Fer. Gladly , Lady : I see how opposite to youth and custome You set before you in your Tableture Of your remembrance , the becomming griefes Of a most loyall Lady ; for the losse Of so renown'd a Prince as was your Lord . Fior. Now good my Lord , no more of him . Fer. Of him ! I know it is a needlesse taske in me To set him forth in his deserued praise , You better can record it ; For you find How much more hee exceeded other men In most Heroick vertues of account , So much more was your losse in losing him . Of him ! his praise should be a field too large , Too spacious , for so meane an Orator As I , to range in . Fior. Sir , enough ; 't is true , He well deseru'd your labour ; on his death-bed This Ring hee gaue mee , bade mee neuer part With this , but to the man I lou'd as dearely As I lou'd him ; yet since you know which way To blaze his worth so rightly , in returne To your deserts , weare this for him and me . Fer. Madam . Fior. 'T is yours . Fer. Me thought you said , he charg'd you Not to impart it but to him you lou'd As dearely as you lou'd him . Fior. True , I said so . Fer. O then farre be it , my vnhallowed hand With any rude intrusion should vnuaile A Testament enacted by the dead . Fior. Why man , that Testament is disanull'd , And cancell'd quite by vs that liue : looke here , My bloud is not yet freez'd ; for better instance Be iudge your selfe , experience is no danger : Cold are my sighs ; but feele , my lips are warme . ( kisses him Fer. What meanes the vertuous Marquesse ? Fior. To new kisse The oath to thee , which whiles he liu'd was his : Hast thou yet power to loue ? Fer. To loue ? Fior. To meet Sweetnesse of language in discourse as sweet . Fer. Madam , 't were dulnesse , past the ignorance Of common block heads , not to vnderstand Whereto this fauour tends ; and 't is a fortune So much aboue my Fate , that I could wish No greater happinesse on earth ; but know , Long since , I vow'd to liue a single life . Fior. What was 't you said ? Fer. I said I made a vow . Enter Biancha , Petruchio , Colona , Da'uolos . Blessed deliuerance ! Fior. Preuented ? mischiefe on this interruption . Bian. My Lord Fernando you encounter fitly , I haue a suit t' ee . Fer. 'T is my duty , Madam , To be commanded . Bian. Since my Lord the Duke Is now dispos'd to mirth , the time serues well For mediation , that he would be pleas'd To take the Lord Roseilli to his grace , He is a Noble Gentleman : I dare Ingage my credit , loyall to the state : And , Sister , one that euer stroue ( me thought ) By speciall seruice , and obsequious care , To win respect from you ; it were a part Of gracious fauour , if you pleas'd to ioyne With vs , in being sutors to the Duke For his returne to Court . Fior. To Court ! indeed You haue some cause to speake ; he vndertooke Most Champion-like to win the prize at tilt , In honour of your picture . — Marry did he : There 's not a Groome o' th Querry , could haue matcht The jolly riding man ; pray get him backe , I doe not need his seruice , Madam , I . Bian. Not need it , sister ? why ? I hope you thinke 'T is no necessity in me to moue it , More then respect of honour . Fior. Honour ? puh , Honour is talk'd of more than knowne by some . Bian. Sister , these words I vnderstand not . Fer. Swell not vnruly thoughts : Madam , the motion you propose , proceeds From the true touch of goodnesse ; 't is a plea Wherein my tongue and knee shall ioyntly striue To beg his Highnesse for Roseillie's cause : Your iudgement rightly speakes him ; there is not In any Court of Christendome , a man For quality or trust more absolute . Fior. How ? is 't euen so ? Petr. I shall for euer blesse Your Highnesse for your gracious kind esteems Of my dishartned kinsman ; and to adde Encouragement to what you vndertake , I dare affirme , 't is no important fault Hath caus'd the Dukes distaste . Bian. I hope so too . R. D. Let your Highnes , and you al , my Lords , take aduice How you motion his Excellency on Roseillie's behalfe : There is more danger in that man than is fit to be Publikely reported ; I could wish things were other wise For his owne sake ; but I 'le assure ye , you will exceedingly Alter his Excellencies disposition ( he now is in ) if you but Mention the name of Roseilli to his eare ; I am so much Acquainted in the processe of his actions . Bian. If it be so , I am the sorrier , Sir : I 'me loth to moue my Lord vnto offence , Yet I 'le aduenture chiding . Fer. Oh had I India's gold , I 'de giue it all T' exchange one priuate word , one minutes breath With this hart-wounding beauty . Enter Duke , Ferentes , and Nibrassa . Duke . Prethe no more , Ferentes , by the faith I owe to honour , thou hast made me laugh Beside my spleene ; Fernando , hadst thou heard The pleasant humour of Maurucio's dotage Discours'd , how in the winter of his age He is become a Louer , thou wouldst sweare A Morris-dance were but a Tragedy Compar'd to that : well , we will see the youth : What Councell hold you now , sirs ? Bia. We , my Lord , were talking of the horsmanship in France Which , as your friend reports , he thinks exceeds All other Nations . Duke . How ? why , haue not we As gallant Riders here ? Fer. None that I know . Duke . Pish , your affection leads you ; I dare Wage a thousand Ducats not a man in France Out-rides Roseilli . Fior. I shall quit this wrong . Bian. I said as much , my Lord . Fer. I haue not seene His practice , since my comming backe . Duke . Where is he ? How is 't we see him not ? Petr. What 's this ? what 's this ? Fer. I heare he was commanded from the Court . R. D. Oh confusion on this villanous occasion . Duke . True ; but we meant a day or two at most , Should be his furthest terme ; not yet return'd ? Where 's D'auolos ? R. D. My Lord . Duke . You know our minds , How comes it thus to passe , we misse Roseilli . R. D.

My Lord , in a sudden discontent I heare he departed towards Beneuento , determining ( as I am giuen to vnderstand ) to passe to Siuill , minding to visit his Cozen Don Pedro de Toledo , in the Spanish Court .

Duke . The Spanish Court ! now by the blessed bones Of good S. Francis , let there postes be sent To call him backe , or I will poste thy head Beneath my foot ; ha ! you , you know my mind , Looke that you get him backe ; the Spanish Court , And without our Commission , — say ! Petr. Here 's fine jugling . Bian. Good Sir be not so mou'd . Duke . Fie , fie , Biancha ; 'T is such a grosse indignity , I 'de rather Haue lost seuen yeares reuenue . — The Spanish Court ! How now , what ayles our sister ? Fior. On the sudden I fall a bleeding , 't is an ominous signe ; Pray heauen it turne to good . — Your highnes leaue . — Exit Duke . Looke to her ; come Fernando , come Biancha , Let 's striue to ouerpasse this cholericke heat : Sirra , see that you trifle not . How we , Who sway the mannage of authority , May be abus'd by smooth officious agents ? But looke well to our sister . — — Exeunt . Petr. Nephew , please you To see your friend to night ? Fer. Yes , Vnckle , yes : Thus bodies walke vnsold ; mine eyes but followes My heart intomb'd in yonder goodly shrine : Life without her , is but death's subtill snares , And I am but a Coffin to my cares . Exeunt .
Actus Secundus . Enter Maurucio looking in a glasse , trimming his Beard ; Giacopo brushing him . Mau. BEard be confin'd to neatnesse , that no haire May stouer vp to pricke my mistris lip , More rude than bristles of a Porcupine . Giacopo . Gia. My Lord . Mau. Am I all sweet behind ? Gia. I haue no Powlterers nose , but your apparell sits About you most debonarely . Mau.

But Giacopo , with what grace doe my words proceed out of my mouth ? haue I a mouing countenance ? is there harmony in my voyce ? canst thou perceiue , as it were , a hansomenesse of shape in my very breath , as it is formed into syllable , Giacopo ?

Enter Duke , Lords and Ladies aboue . Gia.

Yes indeed , Sir , I doe feele a sauour as pleasant as — a Glister-pipe , — — Calamus or Ciuet .

Duke . Obserue him and be silent . Mau.

Hold thou the glasse , Giacopo , and marke me with what exceeding comlinesse I could court the Lady Marquesse if it come to the push .

Duke . Sister , you are his ayme . Fior. A subiect fit To be the stall of laughter . Bian. That 's your musicke . Mau.

Thus I reuerse my pace , and thus stalkingly in Courtly gate I aduance , one , two , and three . — Good , I kisse my hand , make my Congee , settle my countenance , and thus begin . — Hold vp the glasse higher , Giacopo .

Gia. Thus high , Sir ? Mau. 'T is well , now marke me : Most excellent Marquesse , most faire La-dy , Let not old age , or haires that are sil-uer Dis-parage my desire ; for it may be I am then other greene youth nimb-ler : Since I am your gra-ces seruant so true , Great Lady then loue me for my ver-tue . Oh Giacopo ! Petrach was a dunce , Dante s a Iig-maker , S'anazar a goose , and Ariosto a puck-fist to me : I tell thee , Giacopo , I am wrap'd with fury , And haue beene for these six nights together Drunke with the pure liquor of Helycon . Gia. I thinke no lesse , Sir ; For you looke as wild , and talke as idlely As if you had not slept these nine yeares . Duke . What thinke you of this language , sister ? Fior. Sir , I thinke , in princes Courts , no age nor greatnes But must admit the foole ; in me 't were folly To scorne what greater states than I haue bin . Bian. O , but you are too generall . Fior. A foole ; I thanke your Highnesse ; many a womans wit Haue thought themselues much better , was much worse . Bian. You still mistake me . Duke . Silence , note the rest . Mau. God-a-mercy braines ; Giocopo , I haue it . Gia. What ? my Lord ? Mau.

A conceit , Giacopo , and a fine one ; downe on thy knees , Giocopo , and worship my wit ; giue me both thy eares : thus it is , I will haue my picture drawn most composituously in a squire table of some too foot long , from the crowne of the head to the waste downward , no further .

Gia.

Then you 'le looke like a dwarfe , Sir , being cut off by the middle .

Mau.

Speake not thou , but wonder at the conceit that followes ; In my bosome on my left side . I will haue a lease of blood-red crimson veluet ( as it were part of my doublet ) open ; Which being open'd , Giacopo , ( now marke ) I will haue a cleare and most transparent Chrystall in the forme of a heart . — ( Singular admirable . ) When I haue framed this , I will , as some rare outlandish peece of workemanship , bestow it on the most faire and illustrious Lady Fiormonda .

Gia. But now , Sir , for the conceit . Mau.

Simplicity and Ignorance , prate no more : blockhead , dost not vnderstand yet ? why this being to her instead of a Looking-glasse , she shall no oftner powder her haire , surfell her cheekes , cleanse her teeth , or conforme the haires of her eye-browes , but hauing occasion to vse this glasse ( which for the rarenesse and richnesse of it , she will hourely doe ) but she shall as often gaze on my picture , remember me , and behold the excellence of her excellencies beauty , in the prospectiue and mirror , as it were , in my heart .

Gia. I marry , Sir , this is something . All aboue . Ha , ha , ha . — — Exit Fiormonda . Bian. My sister 's gone in anger . Mau. Who 's that laughs ? search with thine eyes , Giacopo . Gia.

O my Lord , my Lord , you haue gotten an euerlasting fame ; the Dukes grace , and the Dutchesse grace , and my Lord Fernando's grace , with all the rabble of Courtiers , haue heard euery word , looke where they stand : now you shall be made a Count for your wit , and I Lord for my Counsell .

Duke . Be shrew the chance , we are discouer'd . Mau. Pitty , — oh my wisdome ! I must speake to them . O Duke most great , and most renowed Dutchesse ! Excuse my apprehension , which not much-i 's : 'T is loue , my Lord , that 's all the hurt you see , Angelica her selfe plead for me . Duke . We pardon you , most wise and learned Lord , And that we may all glorifie your wit , Intreat your wisdomes company to day , To grace our talke with your graue discourse : What sayes your mighty eloquence ? Mau.

Giacopo , helpe me ; his Grace has put mee out my owne Bias , and I know not what to answer in forme .

Gia. Vd's me , tell him you 'll come . Mau. Yes , I will come , my Lord the Duke , I will . Duke . We take your word , and wish your honor health . Away then ; come Biancha , we haue found A salue for mellancholy . Mirth & ease . — Exit Duke cum suis . Manent Biancha & Fernando . Bian. I 'le see the jolly louer and his glasse Take leaue of one another . Mau. Are they gone ? Gia. O my Lord , I doe now smell newes . Mau. What newes , Giacopo ? Gia.

The Duke has a smackering towards you , and you shall clap vp with his sister , the widow , suddenly .

Mau.

She is mine , Giacopo , she is mine ; aduance the glasse , Giacopo , that I may practise as I passe , to walke a portly grace like a Marquesse ; to which degree I am now a climbing .

Thus doe we march to honors hauen of blisse ,

To ride in triumph through Persepolis .

Exit Gia , going backeward with the glasse , Mau. complementing . Bian. Now , as I liue , Here 's laughter worthy our presence ; I will not lose him so . — — She is going out . Fer. Madam . Bian. To me , my Lord ! Fer. Please but to heare The story of a Cast-away in loue ; And ô let not the passage of a jest Make slight a sadder subiect , who hath plac'd All happinesse in your diuiner eyes . Bian. My Lord , the time — — Fer. The time ! yet heare me speake , For I must speake or burst : I haue a soule So anchor'd downe with cares in seas of woe , That passion , and the vowes I owe to you , Haue chang'd me to a leane Anatomy , Sweet Princesse of my life — Bian. Forbeare , or I shall — Fer. Yet as you honour vertue , doe not freeze My hopes to more discomfort , then as yet My feares suggest ; no beauty so adornes The composition of a well-built mind , As pitty : heare me out . Bian. No more ; I spare To tell you what you are ; and must confesse , Doe almost hate my judgement , that it once Thought goodnesse dwelt in you : remember now It is the third time since your treacherous tongue Hath pleaded treason to my care and fame ; Yet for the friendship 'twixt my Lord and you , I haue not voye'd your follies ; if you dare To speake a fourth time , you shall rue your lust : T is all no better ; learne , and loue your selfe . — Exit Fer. Gon ! oh my sorrowes ! how am I vndone ? Not speake againe ? no , no , in her chast brest Vertue and resolution haue discharg'd All female weaknesse : I haue su'd and su'd , Kneel'd , wept , and begg'd ; but teares , and vowes , and words , Moue her no more then summer-winds a rocke : I must resolue to checke this rage of blood , And will ; she is all ycie to my fires , Yet euen that yee inflames in me desires . Exit . Enter Petruchio and Roseilli . Ros. Is 't possible the Duke should be so mou'd ? Petr. 'T is true ; you haue no enemy at Court But her , for whom you pine so much in loue : Then master your affections ; I am sory you hug your ruine so . What say you to the proiect I propos'd ? Ros. I entertaine it , with a greater ioy Then shame can checke . Enter Fernando . Petr. You are come as I could wish , my Cozen is resolu'd . Fer. Without delay Prepare your selfe , and meet at Court anon , Some halfe houre hence ; and Cupid blesse your ioy , Ros. Is euer man was bounden to a friend — Fer. No more ; away : loues rage is yet vnknown , Exeunt In his ( aye me ) too well , I feele my owne : So , now I am alone , now let me thinke ; Shee is the Dutchesse ; say she be : A Creature Sow'd vp in painted cloth , might so be styl'd , That 's but a name ; shee 's married too , she is , And therefore better might distinguish loue : She 's young , and faire ; why , Madam , that 's the bait Inuites me more to hope ; she 's the Dukes wife ; Who knowes not this ? she 's bosom'd to my friend : There , there , I am quite lost : will not be won ; Still worse and worse ; abhorres to heare me speake : Eternall mischiefe , I must vrge no more : For were I not beleapred in my soule , Here were enough to quench the flames of hell . What then ? pish , I must not speake , I 'le write . Come then , sad Secretary to my plaints , Plead thou my faith , for words are turn'd to sighs . he draws a letter . What sayes this paper ? — he reads to himselfe . Enter D'aurlos with two Pictures . R. D.

Now is the time ; alone ; reading a letter ; good ; how now ? striking his brest ? what , in the name of policy , should this meane ? tearing his haire ? passion , by all the hopes of my life , plaine passion : now I perceiue it ; if this bee not a fit of some violent affection , I am an asse in vnderstanding ; why 't is plaine , plainer and plainer : Loue in the extreamest : oh for the party , who now ? the greatnesse of his spirits is to high cherish'd to be caught with some ordinary stuffe , and if it bee my Lady Fiormonda , I am strangely mistooke : well , that I haue fit occasion soone to vnderstand : I haue here two pictures , newly drawne , to bee sent for a present to the Abbot of Monacho , the Dutchesse Vncle , her owne and my Ladies : I 'le obserue which of these may , perhaps , bewray him : — a turnes about , my noble Lord .

Fer. Y' are welcome , Sir , I thanke you R. D. Me , my Lord ? for what , my Lord ? Fer. Who 's there ? I cry you mercy , D'auolos , I tooke you for another , pray excuse me ; What is 't you beare there ? R. D. No secret , my Lord , but may be imparted to you : A couple of Pictures , my good Lord , please you see them . Fer. I care not much for pictures : but whose are they ? R. D.

Th' one is for my Lords sister , the other is the Dutchesse .

Fer. Ha , D'auolos , the Dutchesses ? R. D. Yes , my Lord : — sure the word startled him — — Obserue that . Fer. You told me , master Secretary , once , You ow'd me loue . R. D.

Seruice , my honour'd Lord , howsoeuer you please to terme it .

Fer. 'T were rudenesse to be sutor for a sight , Yet trust me , Sir , I 'le be all secret . R. D.

I beseech your Lordship ;

They are , as I am , constant to your pleasure :

This ( my Lord ) is the widow Marquesses , as it now newly came from the Picture-drawers , the oyle yet greene a sweet Picture ; and in my iudgement , Art hath not bin a niggard in striuing to equall the life . Michael Angelo himselfe needed not blush to owne the workmanship .

Fer. A very pretty Picture ; But , kind Signior , to whose vse is it ? R. D.

For the Dukes , my Lord , who determines to send it with all speed as a present to Paul Baglione , Vnckle to the Dutchesse ; that he may see the riches of two such lustres as shine in the Court of Pauy .

Fer. Pray Sir , the other ? R. D.

This ( my Lord ) is for the Dutchesse Biancha , a wondrous sweet Picture , if you well obserue with what singularity the Arts-man hath stroue to set forth each limbe in exquisitest proportion , not missing a haire .

Fer. A haire ? R. D.

She cannot more formally ,

Or ( if it may be lawfull to vse the word ) more really , behold her owne Symetry in her glasse , then in taking a sensible view of this counterfeit : when I first saw it , I verily almost was of a mind that this was her very lip .

Fer. Lip ! R. D.

How constantly he dwels vpon this portrayture ? Nay , I 'le assure your Lordship there is no defect of cunning . His eye is fixt as if it were incorporated there . — Were not the party her selfe aliue to witnesse that there is a Creature compos'd of flesh and blood , as naturally inriched with such harmony of admirall beauty , as is here artificially counterfeited , a very curious eye might repute it as an imaginary rapture of some transported conceit , to ayme at an impossibility ; whose very first gaze is of force almost to perswade a substantiall loue in a setled heart .

Fer. Loue ! heart . R D. My honor'd Lord . Fer. Oh heauens ! R. D. I am confirm'd . — What ayles your Lordship ? Fer. You need not praise it , Sir , it selfe is praise . How neere had I forgot my selfe ? — I thanke you . 'T is such a picture as might well become The shrine of some fain'd Venus ; I am dazeld With looking on 't : — pray Sir conuey it hence . R. D. I am all your seruant : — blessed , blessed discouery ! Please you to command me ? Fer. No , gentle Sir : I 'me lost beyond my senses . D' ee heare Sir , good where dwels the picture maker ? R. D.

By the Castles farther draw-bridge , neare Galzazzo's statue ; his name is Alphonso Trinultio — happy aboue all fate .

Fer. You say enough , my thanks t' ee . Exit R. D. Were that picture But rated at my Lordship , 't were too cheape . I feare I spoke or did I know not what , All sense of prouidence was in mine eye . Enter Ferentes , Maurucio , and Giacopo . Fere.

Youth in threescore years and ten ; trust me ( my Lord Maurucio ) you are now younger in the iudgement of those that compare your former age with your latter , by seuen and twenty yeares , then you were three yeares agoe : by all my fidelity , 't is a miracle : the Ladies wonder at you .

Mau. Let them wonder ; I am wise , as I am Courtly . Gia.

The Ladies , my Lord , call him the Greene broome of the Court , he sweeps all before him , and sweare he has a stabbing wit : it is a very glister to laughter -

Mau. Nay , I know I can tickle 'em at my pleasure : I am stiffe and strong , Ferentes . Gia. A Rhedish root is a speare of steele in comparison of I know what . — Feren. The Marquesse doth loue you . Mau. She doth loue me . Feren.

And begins to doe you infinite grace . Maurucio , infinite grace .

Fer. I 'le take this time : Good houre , my Lords , to both . Mau.

Right Princely Fernando , the best of the Fernando's : by the pith of generation , the man I looke for . His Highnes hath sent to find you out ; hee is determin'd to weather his owne proper individuall person , for two dayes space , in my Lord Nibrassa's forrest , to hunt the Deere , the Bucke , the Roe , and eke the Barren Doe .

Fer. Is his Highnesse preparing to hunt ? Feren.

Yes , my Lord , and resolu'd to lye forth for the breuiating the prolixity of some superfluous transmigration of the Suns double Cadence to the western Horizon , my most perspicuous good Lord .

Fer.

Oh , Sir , let mee beseech you to speake in your owne mother tongue — two dayes absence — well — my Lord Maurucio , I haue a sute t' ee .

Mau. My Lord Fernando , I haue a sute to you . Fer.

That you wil accept from me a very choice token of my loue , will you grant it ?

Mau. Will you grant mine ? Fer. What is 't ? Mau.

Onely to know what the sute is , you please to preferre to me .

Fer. Why 't is , my Lord , a Foole . Mau. A Foole ? Fer.

As very a Foole

As your Lordship is — hopefull to see in any time of your life .

Gia.

Now good my Lord part not with the Foole on any termes .

Mau. I beseech you , my Lord , has the foole qualities ? Fer.

Very rare ones :

You shall not heare him speake one wise word in a months conuerse ; passing temperate of dyet , for keep him from meat foure and twenty houres , and he will fast a whole day and a night together : vnlesse you vrge him to sweare , there seldome comes an oath from his mouth : and of a Foole , my Lord , to tell yee the plaine truth , had 'a but halfe as much wit as you , my Lord , he would be in short time three quarters as arrant wise as your Lordship .

Mau.

Giacopo , these are very rare elements in a creature of little vnderstanding : oh , that I long to see him .

Enter Petruchio , and Roseilli like a foole . Fer. A very harmlesse Ideot , And as you could wish , looke where he comes . Petr. Nephew , here is the thing you sent for : Come hither Foole , come 't is a good foole . Fer. Here , my Lord , I freely giue you the Foole , pray vse him well for my sake . Mau.

I take the Foole most thankefully at your hands , my Lord : Hast any qualities , my pretty foole ? wilt dwell with me ?

Ros. A , a , a , a , I . Feren. I neuer beheld a more naturall Creature in my life . Fer. Vncle , the Duke I heare prepares to hunt : Let 's in and wait . Farewel Maurucio . — Exit Fer. et Petr: Mau. Beast that I am , not to aske the fooles name : 'T is no matter , Foole is a sufficient title to call The greatest Lord in the Court by , if he be no wiser then he . Gia.

Oh my Lord , what an arrant excellent pretty creature 't is ? come hony , hony , hony , come .

Fere. You are beholding to my Lord Fernando for this gift . Mau. True ; oh that he could but speake methodically ! Canst speake , Foole ? Ros. Can speake ; De e e e e — Feren.

'T is a present for an Emperor : What an excellent instrument were this to purchase a sute , or a monopoly from the Dukes eare ?

Mau.

I haue it , I am wise and fortunate ; Giacopo , I will leaue all conceits , and instead of my picture , offer the Lady Marquesse this mortall man of weake brayne .

Gia. My Lord you haue most rarely bethought you ; For so shall she no oftner see the Foole , But she shall remember you better , Then by a thousand Looking-glasses . Feren. She will most graciously entertaine it . Mau.

I may tell you , Ferentes , there 's not a great woman amongst forty , but knowes how to make sport with a Foole . Dost know how old thou art , sirrah ?

Ros. Dud — a clap cheek for nowne sake gaffer . h ee e e e e. Feren.

Alas , you must aske him no questions ; but clap him on the cheeke : I vnderstand his language ; your Foole is tho tender hearted'st creature that is .

Enter Fiormonda , D'auolos , Iulia . Fior. No more , thou hast , in this discouery , Exceeded all my fauours , D'auolos . Is 't mistris Madam Dutchesse ? braue reuenge . R. D.

But had your Grace seene the infinite appetite of lust in the piercing adultery of his eye , you would —

Fior. Or change him , or confound him , prompt dissembler ! Is here the bond of his Religious vow ? And that , now when the Duke is rid abroad , My Gentleman will stay behind , is sicke — or so . R. D. Not altogether in health , it was the excuse he made . Mau. Most fit opportunitie : Her grace comes iust i' th nicke ; let me study . Feren. Lose no time , my Lord . Gia. To her , Sir . Mau. Vouchsafe to stay thy foot , most Cynthian hue . And from a Creature , euer vow'd thy seruant , Accept this gift ; most rare , most fine , most new , The earnest penhy of a loue so seruent . Fior. What meanes the jolly youth ? Mau.

Nothing , sweet Princesse ,

But onely to present your grace with this sweet fac'd Foole : please you to accept him to make you merry ; I 'le assure your Grace , he is a very whole some Foole .

Fior. A foole ? you might as well ha giuen your selfe : Whence is he ? Mau.

Now , iust very now , giuen me out of speciall fauour , by the Lord Fernando , Madam .

Fior. By him ? well , I accept him ; thanke you for 't : And in requitall , take that Tooth picker . 'T is yours . Mau. A Tooth-picker ; I kisse your bounty : no quibble now ? And Madam , If I grow sicke , to make my spirits quicker , I will reuiue them with this sweet Tooth-picker . Fior. Make vse on 't as you list ; here D'auolos , Take in the Foole . R. D. Come , sweet heart , wilt along with me ? Ros. V v vmh — v v vmh — won not , won not — v v vmh Fior. Wilt goe with me , chicke ? Ros. Will goe , te e e — goe will goe — Fior. Come D'auolos , obserue to night ; 't is late : Or I will win my choyce , or curse my fate . Exit Fior. Ros. & D'auolos . Feren.

This was wisely done now : S'foot you purchase A fauour from a Creature , my Lord , the greatest King of the earth wud be proud of .

Mau. Giacopo ! Gia. My Lord . Mau.

Come behind me , Giacopo ; I am big with conceit and must be deliuered of poetry , in the eternall commendation of this gracious Tooth-picker : but first , I hold it a most healthy policy to make a flight supper .

For meat 's the food that must preserue our liues ,

And now 's the time , when mortals whet their kniues on thresholds , shoo-soles , Cart-wheeles , &c. Away Giacopo .

Exeunt . Enter Colona with lights , Biancha , Fiormonda , Iulia , Fernando , and D'auolos ; Colona placeth the lights on a Table , and sets downe a Chesse-board . Bian. 'T is yet but early night , too soone to sleepe : Sister , shall 's haue a mate at Chesse ? Fior, A mate ! No , Madam ; you are growne too hard for me : My Lord Fernando is a fitter match . Bian. He 's a well practiz'd gamester : Well , I care not , how cunning so er'e he be , To passe an houre ; I 'le try your skill , my Lord ; Reach here the Chesse-board . R. D. Are you so apt to try his skill , Madam Dutchesse ? Very good . Fer. I shall bewray too much my ignorance In striuing with your Highnesse ; 't is a game I lose at still , by ouersight . Bian. Well , well , I feare you not , let 's too 't . Fior. You need not , Madam . R. D.

Marry needs she not ; how gladly will shee too 't ? 't is a Rooke to a Queene , she heaues a pawne to a Knights place ; by'rlady , if all be truly noted , to a Dukes place ; and that 's beside the play , I can tell ye .

Fernando and Dutchesse , play . Fior. Madam , I must entreat excuse ; I feele The temper of my body not in case To iudge the strife . Bian. Lights for our sister , sirs : Good rest t' ee ; I 'le but end my game and follow . Fiormrnda takes her leaue , attended by D'auolos and Iulia : as she goes out , she speakes to D'auolos . — Fior. Let 'em haue time enough , and as thou canst , Be neare to heare their Courtship , D'auolos . R , D. Madam , I shall obserue 'em with all cunning secrecy . Bian. Colona , attend our sister to her chamber . Col. I shall Madam . — Exit Fior. Col. Iul. & R. D. Bian. Play . Fer. I must not lose th' aduantage of the game : Madam , your Queene is lost . Bian. My Clergy helpe me ; My Queene ! and nothing for it but a pawne ? Why then the game 's lost too ; but play . Fer. What Madam ? Fernando often lookes about . Bian. You must needs play well , You are so studious . — Fie vpon 't , you study past patience : — What d' ee dreame on ? here 's demurring Would weary out a statue . — Good now play . Fer. Forgiue me , let my knees for euer stick he kneels . Nayl'd to the ground , as earthy as my feares ; E're I arise , to part away so curst In my vnbounded anguish , as the rage Of flame 's , beyond all Vtterance of words , Deuoure me ; lightned by your sacred eyes . Bian. What meanes the man ? Fer. To lay before your feet In lowest vassalage , the bleeding heart That sighes the tender of a suit disdain'd . Great Lady pitty me , my youth , my wounds , And doe not thinke , that I haue cull'd this time From motions swiftest measure , to vnclaspe The booke of lust ; if purity of loue Haue residence in vertues quest ; loe here , Bent lower in my heart than on my knee , I beg compassion to a loue , as chast As softnesse of desire can intimate . Enter D'auolos , ieering and listening . R. D. At it already ? admirable hast . Bian. Am I againe betray'd ? — bad man . Fer. Keepe in Bright Angell , that seuerer breath , to coole That heat of cruelty , which swayes the Temple Of your too stony breast ; you cannot vrge One reason to rebuke my trembling plea , Which I haue not , with many nights expence , Examin'd ; but , O Madam , still I find No Physicke strong to cure a tortur'd mind , But freedome from the torture it sustaines . R. D.

Not kissing yet ? still on your knees ? O for a plump Bed and cleane sheets , to comfort the aking of his shinnes ! We shall haue 'em clip anon , and lispe kisses ; here 's ceremony with a vengeance .

Bian. Rise vp , we charge you , rise ; looke on our face . he riseth . What see you there that may perswade a hope Of lawlesse loue ? Know , most vnworthy man , So much we hate the basenesse of thy lust , As were none liuing of thy sexe but thee , We had much rather prostitute our blood To some inuenom'd Serpent , then admit Thy bestiall dalliance : couldst thou dare to speake Againe , when we forbad ? no , wretched thing , Take this for answer ; If thou henceforth ope Thy leprous mouth to tempt our eare againe , We shall not onely certifie our Lord Of thy disease in friendship , but reuenge Thy boldnesse with the forfeit of thy life . Thinke on 't . R. D.

Now , now , now the game is a foot , your gray Iennet with the white face is curried , forsooth ; please your Lordship leape vp into the saddle , forsooth ; — poore Duke , how does thy head ake now ?

Fer. Stay , goe not hence in choller , blessed woman ! Y' haue school'd me , lend me hearing ; though the float Of infinite desires swell to a tide Too high so soone to ebbe , yet by this hand , kisses her hand This glorious gracious hand of yours — R , D. I marry , the match is made , clap hands and too 't ho . Fer. I sweare , Henceforth I neuer will asmuch in word , In letter , or in sillable , presume To make a repetition of my griefe Good night t' ee : if when I am dead you rip This Coffin of my heart , there shall you read With constant eyes , what now my tongue defines , Biancha's name caru'd out in bloody lines . For euer , Lady , now good night . Enter with lights . Bian. Good night : Rest in your goodnesse ; lights there ; Sir good night . Exeunt sundry wayes . R. D.

So , via — to be cuckold ( mercy and prouidence ) is as natural to a married man , as to eat sleep or weare a night-cap . Friends ! I will rather trust mine arme in the throat of a Lion , my purse with a Curtezan , my necke with the chance on a Dye , or my Religion in a Synagogue of Iewes , then my wife with a friend ; wherein doe Princes exceed the poorest peasant that euer was yoak'd to a sixpenny strumpet , but that the hornes of the one are mounted some two inches higher by a Choppine then the other ? oh Acteon ! the goodliest headed beast of the Forrest , amongst wild cattle , is a Stag ; and the goodliest beast amongst tame fooles in a Corporation is a Cuckold .

Enter Fiormonda . Fior. Speake D'auolos , how thriues intelligence ? R. D.

Aboue the preuention of Fate , Madam : I saw him kneele make pittifull faces , kisse hands and forefingers , rise and by this time he is vp , vp Madam : dobtlesse the youth aymes to be Duke , for hee is gotten into the Dukes seat an hower agoe .

Fior. Is 't true ? R. D.

Oracle , oracle ; siege was laid , parley admitted , composition offered , and the Fort entrred ; there 's no interruption , the Duke will be at home to morrow ( gentle Animal ) what d' ee resolue ?

Fior. To stirre vp Tragedies as blacke as braue ; And sending the Lecher panting to his graue . — Exeunt . Enter Biancha , her haire about her eares , in her night mantle ; she drawes a Curtaine , where Fernando is discouered in bed , sleeping , she sets downe the Candle before the Bed , and goes to the Bed side . Bian. Resolue , and doe ; 't is done , What , are those eyes Which lately were so ouerdrown'd in teares , So easie to take rest ? Oh happy man ! How sweetly sleepe hath seal'd vp sorrowes here ? But I will call him : What ? My Lord , my Lord , My Lord Fernando . Fer. Who cals me ? Bian. My Lord , Sleeping or waking ? Fer. Ha! who is 't ? Bian. 'T is I : Haue you forgot my voyce ? or is your eare But vsefull to your eye ? Fer. Madam , the Dutchesse ? Bian. Shee , 't is she ; sit vp , Sit vp and wonder , whiles my sorrowes swell : The nights are short , and I haue much to say . Fer. Is 't possible , 't is you ? Bian. 'T is possible ; Why doe you thinke I come ? Fer. Why ! to crowne ioyes , And make me master of my best desires . Bian. 'T is true , you guesse aright ; sit vp and listen . With shame and passion now I must confesse , Since first mine eyes beheld you , in my heart You haue beene onely King ; if there can be A violence in loue , then I haue felt That tyranny ; be record to my soule , The Iustice which I for this folly feare : Fernando , in short words , how e're my tongue Did often chide thy loue , each word thou spak'st Was musicke to my eare ; was neuer poore Poore wretched woman liu'd , that lou'd like me ; So truly , so vnfainedly . Fer. Oh Madam — Bian. To witnesse that I speake is truth , — looke here , Thus singly I aduenture to thy bed , And doe confesse my weaknesse ; if thou tempt'st My bosome to thy pleasures , I will yeeld . Fer. Perpetuall happinesse ! Bian. Now heare me out : When first Caraffa , Pauy's Duke , my Lord , Saw me , he lou'd me ; and without respect Of dower , tooke me to his bed and bosome , Aduanc'd me to the titles I possesse ; Not mou'd by Counsell , or remou'd by greatnesse , Which to requite , betwixt my soule and heauen , I vow'd a vow to liue a constant wife ; I haue done so : nor was there in the world A man created , could haue broke that truth For all the glories of the earth , but thou ; But thou , Fernando : Doe I loue thee now ? Fer. Beyond imagination . Bian. True , I doe , Beyond imagination : if no pledge Of loue can instance what I speake is true , But losse of my best ioyes , here , here , Fernando , Be satisfied , and ruine me . Fer. What d' ee meane ? Bian. To giue my body vp to thy embraces , A pleasure that I neuer wish'd to thriue in , Before this fatall minute : marke me now ; If thou dost spoyle me of this robe of shame , By my best comforts , here I vow agen , To thee , to heauen , to the world , to time , E're yet the morning shall new christen day , I 'le kill my selfe . Fer. How madam , how ? Bian. I will : Doe what thou wilt , 't is in thy choyce ; what say yee ? Fer. Pish , doe you come to try me ? tell me , first , Will you but grant a kisse ? Bian. Yes , take it ; that , Or what thy heart can wish : I am all thine . Kisses her . Fer. Oh me — Come , come , how many women pray Were euer heard or read of , granted loue , And did as you protest you will ? Bian. Fernando ; Iest not at my calamity : I kneele : — She kneels . By these disheauel'd hayres , these wretched teares , By all that 's good , if what I speake , my heart Vowes not eternally , then thinke , my Lord , Was neuer man su'd to me I deny'd , Thinke me a common and most cunning whore , And let my sinnes be written on my graue , My name rest in reproofe . — Doe as you list Fer. I must beleeue ye , yet I hope anon , When you are parted from me , you will say I was a good cold easie-spirited man : Nay , laugh at my simplicity ; say , will ye ? Bian. No by the faith I owe my Bridall vowes : But euer hold thee much much dearer farre Then all my ioyes on earth , by this chast kisse . Fer. You haue preuail'd , and heauen forbid that I Should by a want on appetite prophane This sacred Temple ; 't is enough for me You 'll please to call me seruant . Bian. Nay , be thine : Command my power , my bosome ; and I 'le write This loue within the tables of my heart . Fer. Enough ; I 'le master passion , and triumph In being conquer'd ; adding to it this , In you my loue , as it begun , shall end . Bian. The latter I new vow — but day comes on , What now we leaue vnfinish'd of content , Each houre shall perfect vp : Sweet , let 's part . Fer. This kisse , — best life good rest . Kisse . Bian , All mine to thee . Remember this , and thinke I speake thy words : When I am dead , rip vp my heart and read With constant eyes , what now my tongue defines , Fernando's name caru'd out in bloody lines . Once more good rest , Sweet . Fer. Your most faithfull seruant . Exeunt
Actus Tertius . Enter Nibrassa chasing , after him Iulia weeping Nib.

GEt from me , strumpet , in famous whore , leprosie of my blood , make thy moane to Ballad singers , and Rimers , they 'll Iigge out thy wretchednesse and abominations to new tunes ; as for me , I renounce thee , th' art no daughter of mine , I disclayme the legitimation of thy birth , and Curse the houre of thy Natiuity .

Iul. Pray Sir vouchsafe me hearing . Nib. With child I shame to my graue ! Oh whoore , wretched beyond vtterance or reformation ! What would'st say ? Iul. Sir , by the honor of my mothers hearse , He has protested marriage , pledg'd his faith : If vowes haue any force , I am his wife . Nib.

His faith ?

Why thou foole , thou wickedly credulous foole ,

Canst thou imagine Luxury is obseruant of Religion ? No , no , it is with a frequent Lecher as vsuall to for sweare as to sweare , their piety is in making idolatry a worship , their harts and their tongues are as different as thou ( thou whorel ) and a Virgin .

Iul. You are too violent , his truth will proue His constancy , and so excuse my fault . Nibr.

Shamelesse woman ! this beleefe will damne thee : how will thy Lady Marquesse iustly reproue me , for preferring to her seruice a monster of so lewd and impudent a life ? Looke too 't ; if thy smooth diuell leaue thee to thy infamy , I will neuer pitty thy mortall pangs , neuer lodge thee vnder my roofe , neuer owne thee for my childe ; mercy bee my witnesse . —

Enter Petruchio , leading Colona . Petr. Hide not thy folly by vnwise excuse . Thou art vndone , Colona ; no entreaties , No warning , no perswasion , could put off The habit of thy dotage on that man Of much deceit , Ferentes : would thine eyes Had seene me in my graue , e're I had knowne The staine of this thine honour . Col. Good my Lord , Reclaime your incredulitie ; my fault Proceeds from lawfull composition Of Wedlocke ; he hath seal'd his oath to mine , To be my husband . Nibr.

Husband ? hey da ! is 't euen so ? nay then we haue partners in affliction : if my jolly gallants long Clapper haue strucke on both sides , all is well : Petruchio , thou art not wise enough to be a Parator ; come hither man , come hither , speak softly , is thy daughter with child ?

Petr. With child , Nibrassa ? Nib.

Fo , doe not trick me off , I ouerheard your gabling ; Harke in thine eare , so is mine too .

Petr. Alas , my Lord , by whom ? Nib.

Innocent by whom : what an idle question is that ? One Cocke hath trod both our Hens , Ferentes , Ferentes : who else ? How dost take it ? me thinkes thou art wondrous patient : Why , I am mad , starke mad .

Petr. How like you this , Colona , 't is too true ? Did not this man protest to be your husband ? Col. Ay me , to me he did . Nib.

What else , what else , Petruchio ? and Madam , my quondam daughter , I hope h'aue past some huge words of matrimony to you too .

Iul. Alas , to me he did . Nib.

And how many more , the great Iucubus of hel knows best : Petruchio , giue me your hand , mine owne daughter in this arme , and yours , Colona , in this ; there , there , sit ye down together ; neuer rise , as you hope to inherit our blessings , till you haue plotted some braue reuenge : thinke vpon it to purpose , and you shall want no seconds to further it , be secret one to another : Come , Petruchio , let 'em alone , the wenches will demurre on 't , and for the processe , wee 'll giue 'em courage .

Petr. You counsell wisely , I approue your plot : Thinke on your shames , and who it was that wrought 'em . Nib.

I , I , I , leaue them alone : to worke , wenches , to worke . —

Exeunt . Iul. We are quite ruin'd . Iul. True , Colona , Betray'd to infamy , deceiu'd and mock'd By an vnconstant Villaine ; what shall 's doe ? I am with childe . Col. Hey-ho , and so am I : But what shall 's doe now ? Iul. This ; with cunning words First proue his loue ; he knowes I am with child . Col. And so he knowes I am : I told him on 't Last meeting in the lobby , and in troth The false deceiuer laugh'd . Iul. Now by the starres he did the like to me , And said , 't was well I was so hap'ly sped . Col. Those very words He vs'd to me ; it fretted me to 'th heart : I 'le be reueng'd . Enter Ferentes , and Morona an old Lady . Iul. Peace , here 's a noyse me thinkes : Let 's rise , wee 'll take a time to talke of this ? Feren.

Will yee ? hold : death of my delights , haue yee lost all sense of shame ? y' are best rore about the Court , that I haue beene your womans-barber , and trimm'd yee , kinde Morona .

Mor.

Defiance to thy kindnesse , th' ast robd me of my good name , didst promise to loue none but mee , mee , onely mee ; swor'st , like an vnconscionable villaine , to marry mee the twelfth day of the month , two months since ; didst make my bed thine owne , mine house thine owne , mine , all and euery thing thine owne , I will exclaime to the world on thee , and begge Iustice of the Duke himselfe : Villaine , I will .

Feren.

Yet againe ; nay , and if you be in that mood , shut vp your fore-shop , I 'le be your Iourny-man no longer : why wise Madam Dryfist , could your mouldy braine bee so addle , to imagine I would marry a stale widdow at six and forty ? Marry gip , are there not varieties enough of thirteene ? come , stop your Clap-dish , or I 'le purchase a Carting for you : By this light , I haue toyl'd more with this tough Carrion hen , then with ten Quailes , scarce growne into their first Feathers .

Mor.

O Treason to all honesty or Religion , speake thou periur'd-damnable-vngracious-defiler of women , who shall father my child which thou hast begotten ?

Feren.

Why thee , Country woman ; th' ast a larger purse to pay for the nursing : nay , if you 'll needs haue the world know how you , reputed a graue-Matron-like Motherly-Madam , kick'd vp your heeles like a Iennet , whose mark is new come into her mouth , ee'ne doe , doe ; the worst can be said of me is , that I was ill aduis'd to digge for gold in a Cole-pit : Are you answer'd ?

Mor. Answer'd ? Iul Let 's fall amongst 'em , — Loue — how is 't chick ? ha . Col. My deere Ferentes , my betrothed Lord . Feren.

Excellent : oh for three Barbary stone horses to top three Flanders Mares ? why how now Wenches , what means this ?

Mor. Out vpon me , here 's more of his truls . Iul. Loue , you must goe with me . Col. Good Loue , let 's walke . Feren.

I must rid my hands of 'em , or they 'll ride on my shoulders ; by your leaue , Ladies : here 's none but is of Common Counsaile one with another : in short , there are three of ye with child , you tell me by me : all of you I cannot satisfie , ( nor indeed hansomely any of ye ) you all hope I should marry you , which for that it is impossible to be done , I am content to haue neither of ye ; for your looking big on the matter , keepe your owne Counsailes , I 'le not bewray ye ; but for mariage , heauen blesse ye , & me from ye ; this is my resolution .

Col. How , not me ! Iul. Not me ! Mor. Not me ! Feren.

Nor you , nor you , nor you .

And to giue you some satisfaction , I 'le yeeld you reasons : you , Colona , had a pretty art in your dalliance , but your fault was , you were too suddenly won ; you , Madam Morona , could haue pleas'd wel enough some three or foure & thirty yeares agoe , but you are too old ; you , Iulia , were young enough , but your fault is , you haue a scuruy face ; now euery one knowing her proper defect , thanke me , that I euer vouchsaf'd you the honor of my bed once in your liues : if you want clouts , al I 'le promise , is to rip vp an old shirt or two ; so wishing a speedy deliuerance to al your burdens , I commend you to your patience

Mor. Excellent . Iul. Notable . Col. Vnmatch'd Villaine . Iul. Madam , though strangers , yet we Vnderstand Your wrongs doe equall ours ; which to reuenge , Please but to ioyne with vs , and wee 'll redeeme Our losse of honour , by a braue exploit . Mor.

I embrace your motion , Ladies , with gladnesse , and will striue by any action to ranke with you in any danger .

Col. Come Gentlewomen , let 's together then , Thrice happy maids that neuer trusted men . — Exeunt . Enter Duke , Biancha supported by Fernando , Fiormonda , Petruchio , Nibrassa , Ferentes , and D'auolos . Duke . Roseilli will not come then ? will not ? well , His pride shall ruine him . — Our letters speake The Dutchesse Vncle will be here to morrow . To morrow , D'auolos . R. D.

To morrow night , my Lord , but not to make more then one dayes abode here : for his Holinesse has commanded him to be at Rome the tenth of this month , the Conclaue of Cardinals not being resolu'd to sit till his comming .

Duke . Your Vncle ( Sweet-hart ) at his next returne , Must be saluted Cardinall : Ferentes , Be it your charge to thinke on some deuice To entertaine the present with delight . Fer. My Lord , in honour to the Court of Pauy , I 'le ioyne with you : Ferentes , not long since , I saw in Bruxils , at my being there , The Duke of Brabant welcome the Arch-bishop Of Mentz with rare conceit , euen on a sudden Perform'd by Knights and Ladies of his Court , In nature of an Anticke ; which , me thought , ( For that I ne're before saw women Anticks ) Was for the newnesse strange , and much commended . Bian. Now good my Lord Fernando further this In any wise , it cannot but content . Fior. If she intreat , 't is ten to one the man Is won before hand . Duke . Friend , thou honour'st me : But can it be so speedily perform'd ? Fer. I 'le vndertake it , if the Ladies please To exercise in person onely that ; And we must haue a Foole , or such an one As can with Art well act him . Fior. I shall fit yee , I haue a naturall . Fer. Best of all , Madam ; then nothing wants : You must make one , Ferentes . Feren. With my best seruice and dexterity , my Lord . Petr. This fals out happily , Nibrassa . Nib. We could not wish it better : Heauen is an vnbrib'd Iustice . Duke . Wee 'll meet our Vncle in a solemne grace Of zealous presence , as becomes the Church : See all the Quire be ready , D'auolos . R. D.

I haue already made your Highnesse pleasure known to them .

Bian Your lip , my Lord ! Fer. Madam . Bian.

Perhaps your teeth haue bled , wip't with my handkercher ; giue me , I 'le doo 't my selfe . — Speake , shall I steale a kisse ? beleeue me , my Lord , I long .

Fer. Not for the world . Fior. Apparant impudence . R. D. Beshrew my heart , but that 's not so good . Duke . Ha , what 's that thou mislik'st D'auolos ? R. D.

Nothing , my Lord , — but I was hammering a conceit of mine own , which cannot ( I find ) in so short a time thriue , as a dayes practise .

Fior. Well put off , Secretary . Duke . We are too sad , me thinkes the life of mirth Should still be fed where we are ; Where 's Maurucio ? Feren

And 't please your Highnesse , hee 's of late growne so affectionately inward with my Lady Marquesses Foole , that I presume he is confident , there are few wise men worthy of his society , who are not as innocently harmelesse as that creature ; it is almost impossible to seperate them , and 't is a question which of the two is the wiser man .

Duke . Would a were here , I haue a kind of dulnesse Hangs on me since my hunting , that I feele As 't were a disposition to be sicke , my head is euer aking . R. D. A shrewd ominous token ; I like not that neither . Duke . Againe ! what is 't you like not ? R. D.

I beseech your Highnesse excuse me ; I am so busie with his friuolous proiect , and can bring it to no shape , that it almost confounds my capacity .

Bian. My Lord , you were best to try a set at Maw ; I and your friend , to passe away the time , Will vndertake your Highnesse and your sister Duke . The game 's too tedious . Fior. 'T is a peeuish play , Your Knaue will heaue the Queene out , or your King ; Besides , 't is all on fortune . Enter Maurucio , Roseilli like a foole , and Giacopo . Mau.

Blesse thee , most excellent Duke ; I here present thee as worthy and learned a Gentleman , as euer I ( and yet I haue liued threescore yeares ) conuers'd with ; take it from me , I haue try'd him , and is worthy to be priuy-Counsayler to the greatest Turke in Christendome : of a most apparant and deep vnderstanding , slow of speech , but speaks to the purpose ; Come forward , Sir , and appeare before his Highnesse in your owne proper Elements .

Ros. Will — tye — to da new toate sure la now . Gia.

A very senselesse Gentleman , and please your Highnesse , one that has a great deale of little wit , as they say .

Mau.

Oh Sir , had you heard him as I did , deliuer whole histories in the Tangay tongue , you would sweare there were not such a linguist breath'd againe ; and did I but perfectly vnderstand his language , I would be confident , in lesse then two houres , to distinguish the meaning of Bird , Beast , or Fish , naturally , as I my selfe speake Italian , my Lord . — Well , he has rare qualities .

Duke . Now prethe question him , Maurucio . Mau. I will , my Lord . Tell me , rare scholler , which in thy opinion , Doth cause the strongest breath , — garlick or onyon ? Gia.

Answer him , brother foole ; doe , doe , speak thy mind chucke , doe .

Ros. Haue bid seen all da fyne knack , and d' ee Naghtye tat-tle of da knaue , dad la haue so . Duke . We vnderstand him not . Mau. Admirable , I protest , Duke ; marke oh Duke , mark ! What did I aske him , Giacopo ? Gia.

Which caused the strongest breath , garlicke or onyons , I take it , Sir .

Mau.

Right , right by Hellicon ; and his answer is , that a knaue has a stronger breath then any of 'em ; wisedome ( or I am an Asse ) in the highest , a direct Figure ; put it downe , Giacopo

Duke . How happy is that Ideot , whose ambition Is but to eat , and sleepe , and shun the rod : Men that haue more of wit , and vse it ill , Are fooles in proofe . Bian. True , my Lord , there 's many Who thinke themselues most wise , that are most fooles . R. D. Bitter girds if all were knowne , — but — Duke . But what ? speake out ; plague on your muttering Grumbling , I heare you , Sir , what is 't ? R. D.

Nothing , I protest , to your Highnesse pertinent , to any moment .

Duke . Wel , Sir , remember . — Friend , you promis'd study . I am not well in temper ; come Biancha , Attend our friend Ferentes . exeunt . manent Fer. Ros. Feren. et Mau. Fer. Ferentes , take Maurucio in with you He must be one in action , Feren. Come , my Lord , I shall intreat your helpe . Fer. I 'le stay the Foole : And follow instantly . Mau. Yes , pray , my Lord . Exeunt Feren. et Mau. Fer How thriue your hopes now , Couzen ? Ros. Are we safe ? Then let me cast my selfe beneath thy foot , True vertuous Lord : Know then , Sir , her proud heart Is onely fix'd on you in such extremes Of violence and passion , that I feare , Or shee 'll enioy you , or shee 'll ruine you . Fer. Me , Cooze ; by all the ioyes I wish to taste , Shee is as farre beneath thy thought , as I In soule aboue her malice . Ros. I obseru'd Euen now , a kind of dangerous pretence In an vn-ioynted phrase from D'auolos : I know not hir intent , but this I know , He has a working braine , is minister To all my Ladies counsels ; and ( my Lord ) Pray heauen there haue not any thing befalne Within the knowledge of his subtill Art , To doe you mischife . Fer. Pish ; should he or hell Affront me in the passage of my fate , I 'de crush them into Atomies . Ros. I , doe ; admit you could , meane time , my Lord , Be nearest to your selfe , what I can learne You shall be soone inform'd of : here is all We fooles can catch the wise in ; to vnknot By priuilege of coxcombes , what they plot . — Exeunt Enter Duke and D'auolos . Duke . Thou art a Traytor : doe not thinke the glosse Of smooth euasion , by your cunning iests , And coynage of your polliticians braine , Shall jig me off : I 'le know 't , I vow I will . Did not I note your darke abrupted ends Of words halfe spoke ? your wel's , if all were knowne ? Your short , I like not that ? your girds , and Buts ? Yes ( Sir ) I did : such broken language argues More matter then your subtilty shall hide : Tell me , what is 't ? by Honors selfe I 'le know . R. D.

What would you know , my Lord ? I confesse I owe my life and seruice to you , as to my Prince ; the one you haue , the other you may take from me at your pleasure : should I deuise matter to feed your distrust , or suggest likelihoods without appearance ? what would you haue me say ? I know nothing .

Duke . Thou ly'st , dissembler ; on thy brow I read Distracted horrors figur'd in thy lookes . On thy alleageance , D'auolos , as e're Thou hop'st to liue in grace with vs , vnfold What by thy party halting of thy speech Thy knowledge can discouer : By the faith We beare to sacred Iustice , we protest , Be it or good , or euill , thy reward Shall be our speciall thanks , and loue vn-term'd : Speake , on thy duty , we thy Prince command . R. D.

Oh my disaster ! my Lord , I am so charm'd by those powerfull repetitions of loue and duty , that I cannot conceale what I know of your dishonor .

Duke . Dishonor ! then my soule is cleft with feare : I halfe presage my misery , say on ; Speake it at once , for I am great with griefe . R. D.

I trust your Highnesse will pardon mee , yet I will not deliuer a sillable which shall be lesse innocent then truth it selfe .

Duke . By all our wish of ioyes , we pardon thee . R. D.

Get from me cowardly seruility , my seruice is noble , and my loyalty an Armour of brasse : in short , my Lord , and plaine discouery , you are a Cuckold .

Duke . Keepe in the word , — a Cuckold : R. D.

Fernando is your Riuall , has stolne your Dutchesse heart , murther'd friendship , hornes your head , and laughes at your hornes .

Duke . My heart is split . R. D.

Take courage , be a Prince in resolution ; I knew it would nettle you in the fire of your composition , and was loath to haue giuen the first report of this more then ridiculous blemish to all patience or moderation . But , oh my Lord , what would not a subiect doe to approue his loyalty to his Soueraigne ? yet , good Sir , take it as quietly as you can : I must needs say , 't is a soule fault , but what man is hee under the Sun , that is free from the Careere of his destiny ? may be she will in time reclaime the errors of her youth : or 't were a great happinesse in you , if you could not beleeue it ; that 's the surest way , my Lord , in my poore counsell .

Duke . The ycie current of my frozen blood Is kindled vp in Agonies as hot As flames of burning sulphure : oh my sate ! A Cuckold ? had my Duke domes whole inheritance Beene rent , mine honors leueld in the dust , So she , that wicked woman , might haue slept Chast in my bosome , 't had beene all a sport . And he , that Villaine , viper to my heart , That he should be the man ! That he should be the man ; death aboue vtterance ! Take heed you proue this true . R. D. My Lord . Duke . If not , I 'le teare thee ioynt by ioynt . — Pew , me thinks It should not be ; Biancha ! why , I tooke her From lower then a bondage ; hell of hels ? See that you make it good . R. D.

As for that , would it were as good as I would make it , I can ( if you will temper your distractions ) but bring you where you shall see it ; no more .

Duke . See it ? R. D.

I , see it , if that be proofe sufficient : I for my part , will slacke no seruice that may testifie my simplicitie .

Enter Fernando . Duke . Enough : — what newes Fernando ? Fer. Sir , the Abbot is now vpon arriuall , all your seruants Attend your presence . Duke . We will giue him welcome As shall befit our loue and his respect : Come mine owne best Fernando , my deere friend . — Exeunt R. D.

Excellent ! now for a horned Moone .

Sound of Musicke .

But I heare the preparation for the entertainement of this great Abbot , let him come and goe , that matters nothing to this ; whiles hee rides abroad in hope to purchase a purple hat , our Duke shall as earnestly heat the pericranion of his noddle , with a yellow hood at home : I heare 'em comming .

Loud Musicke . Enter 3. or 4. with Torches : after the Duke , Fernando , Biancha , Fiormonda , Petruchio , Nibrassa at one doore . Enter at another doore , two Fryars , Abbot , and attendants : The Duke and Abbot meet and salute , Biancha and the rest salute , and are saluted ; they ranke themselues , and goe out the Quire singing , D'auolos onely stayes . R. D.

On to your vittailes ; some of yee , I know , seed vpon wormewood .

Exit . Enter Petruchio and Nibrassa with napkins , as from supper . Petr. The Duke 's on rising ; are you ready ho ? Within . All ready . Nib.

Then , Petruchio , arme thy selfe with courage and resolution , and doe not shrinke from being stayed on thy owne vertue .

Petr. I am resolu'd . — fresh lights , I heare 'em comming . Enter some with lights : the Duke , Abbot , Biancha , Fiormonda , Fernando and D'auolos . Duke . Right Reuerend Vncle , tho our minds be scanted In giuing welcome as our hearts would wish , Yet we will striue to shew how much we ioy Your presence , with a Courtly shew of mirth . Please you to sit . Abbot . Great Duke , your worthy honours to me , Shall still haue place in my best thanks : Since you in me so much respect the Church , Thus much I 'le promise ; at my next returne , His Holinesse shall grant an Indulgence Both large and generall . Duke . Our humble duty Seat you , my Lords : now let the Masquers enter . Enter in an Anticke fashion , Ferentes , Roseilli , and Maurucio at seuerall doores , they dance a little : suddenly to them enter Colona , Iulia , Morona in odde shapes , and dance ; the men gaze at them , are at a stand , and are inuited by the women to dance , they dance together sundry changes , at last they close Ferentes in , Maurucio and Roseilli being shooke off , and standing at seuerall ends of the Stage gazing : The women hold hands and dance about Ferentes in diuers complementall offers of Courtship ; at length they suddenly fall vpon him , and stab him , he fals downe , and they run out at seuerall doores . Cease Musicke . Feren.

Vncase me ; I am slaine in iest , a pox vpon your outlandish feminine Antiks : pull off my Visor ; I shall bleed to death , ere I haue time to feele where I am hurt : Duke , I am slaine , off with my visor , for heauens sake off with my visor .

They vnmaske him . Duke . Slaine ? take this visor off ; we are betray'd : Ceaze on them , two are yonder , hold , Ferentes ; Follow the rest , apparant treachery . Abbot . Holy St. Bennet , what a sight is this ? Enter Iulio , Colona , and Morona vnmask'd , euery one hauing a child in their armes . Iul. Be not amaz'd , great Princes , but vouchsafe Your audience ; we are they haue done this deed : Looke here , the pledges of this false mans lust , Betray'd in our simplicities : He swore , And pawn'd his truth to marry each of vs ; Abus'd vs all , vnable to reuenge Our publike shames , but by his publike fall , Which thus we haue contriu'd ; nor doe we blush To call the glory of this murther ours : We did it , and wee 'll iustifie the deed . For when in sad complaints we claym'd his vowes , His answer was reproach ; villaine , is 't true ? Col. I was too quickly wonne , you slaue . Mor. I was too old , you dogge . Iul. I ( and I neuer shall forget the wrong ) I was not faire enough , not faire enough For thee , thou monster ; let me cut his gall , she stabs him . Not faire enough ! oh scorne ! not faire enough ? Feren. O , o , oh . — Duke . Forbeare , you monstrous women , doe not adde Murther to lust : your liues shall pay this forfeit . Feren. Pox vpon all Codpeece extrauagancy . I am pepper'd — oh , oh , oh — Duke forgiue me . Had I rid any tame beasts , but Barbary wild Colts , I had not bin thus jerk'd out of the saddle . My forfeit was in my blood , and my life hath answer'd it . Vengeance on all wild whores , I say , — oh 't is true ; Farewell generation of Hackneyes . — ooh . dyes . Duke . He is dead , to prison with those monstrous strumpets . Petr. Stay , I 'le answer for my daughter . Nib. And I for mine : — oh well done , girles . Fer. I for yon Gentlewoman , Sir . Mau. Good my Lord , I am an innocent in the businesse . Duke . To prison with him ; beare the body hence . Abbot . Here 's fatall sad presages , but 't is iust , He dyes by murther , that hath liu'd in lust . Exeunt .
Actus Quartus . Enter Duke , Fiormonda , and D'auolos , Fior. ARt thou Caraffa ? is there in thy veynes One drop of blood that issued from the loynes Of Pauy's ancient Dukes ? or dost thou sit On great Lorenzo's seat , our glorious father , And canst not blush to be so farre beneath The spirit of Heroicke ancestors ? Canst thou ingrosse a slauish shame ? which men , Far far below the Region of thy state , Not more abhorre , then study to reuenge . Thou an Italian ? I could burst with rage , To thinke I haue a brother so befool'd , In giving patience to a harlots lust . R. D.

One , my Lord , that doth so palpably , so apparantly make her Adulteries a Trophey , whiles the poting-sticke to her vnsatiate and more then goatish abomination , jeeres at , and flouts your sleepish , and more then sleepish security .

Fior. What is she , but the sallow-coloured brat Of some vnlanded banckrupt ? taught to catch The easie fancies of young prodigall bloods , In springes of her stewe-instructed Art ? Here 's your most Vertuous Dutchesse , your rare peece . R. D. More base in the infinitenesse of her sensuality , Then corruption can infect : to clip and inueagle Your friend too , oh vnsufferable ! A friend ? how of All men are you most vnfortunate ? to poure out Your soule into the bosome of such a creature , As holds it Religion to make your owne trust a key , To open the passage to your owne wines wombe , To be drunke in the priuacies of your bed : Thinke vpon that , Sir . Duke . Be gentle in your tortures , ee'ne for pitty ; For pitty's cause I begge it . Fior. Be a Prince ? th' Hadst better , Duke , thou hadst bin borne a peasant . Now boyes will sing thy scandall in the streets , Tune Ballads to thy infamy , get mony By making Pageants of thee , and inuent Some strangely-shap'd man-beast , that may for hornes Resemble thee , and call it Pauy's Duke . Duke . Endlesse immortall plague . R. D.

There 's the mischiefe , Sir :

In the meane time you shall bee sure to haue a Bastard , ( of whom you did not so much as beget a little toe , a left eare , or halfe the further side of an vpper lip ) inherit both your Throne and Name ; this would kill the soule of very patience it selfe .

Duke . Forbeare ; the ashy palenesse of my cheeke Is scarletted in ruddy flakes of wrath : And like some bearded meteor shall sucke vp , With swiftest terror , all those dusky mists That ouercloud Compassion in our brest . You haue rouz'd a sleeping Lion , whom no Art , No fawning smoothnesse shall reclaime , but blood . And Sister thou , thou Roderico , thou , From whom I take the surfeit of my bane , Henceforth no more so eagerly pursue , To whet my dulnesse ; you shall see Caraffa Equall his birth , and matchlesse in reuenge . Fior. Why now I heare you speake in maiesty . R. D. And it becomes my Lord most Princely . Duke . Does it ? come hither , Sister ; thou art neere In nature , and as neere to me in loue . I loue thee ; yes , by yon bright firmament , I loue thee dearely : but obserue me well : If any priuate grudge , or female spleene , Malice , or enuy , or such womans frailty , Haue spurr'd thee on to set my soule on fire , Without apparent certainty ; I vow And vow againe , by all Princely blood , Hadst thou a double soule , or were the liues Of fathers , mothers , children , or the hearts Of all our Tribes in thine , I would vnrip That wombe of bloody mischiefe with these nayles , Where such a cursed plot as this was hatcht . But D'auolos , for thee — no more ; to worke A yet more strong impression in my braine , You must produce an instance to mine eye , Both present and apparent . — nay , you shall — Or — Fior. Or what ? you will be mad ? be rather wise : Thinke on Ferentes first , and thinke by whom The harmlesse youth was slaughter'd : had he liu'd , He would haue told you tales : Fernando fear'd it ; And to preuent him , vnder shew , forsooth , Of rare deuice , most trimly cut him off . Haue you yet eyes , Duke ? Duke . Shrewdly vrg'd , — 't is piercing Fior. For looking on a sight shall split your soule You shall not care , I 'le vndertake my selfe To do 't some two dayes hence , for need to night , But that you are in Court . R. D.

Right ; wud you desire , my Lord , to see them exchange kisses , sucking one anothers lips , nay , begetting an heire to the Dukedome , or practising more then the very act of adultery it selfe ? Giue but a little way by a fained absence , and you shall find 'em — I blush to speake doing what : I am mad to thinke on 't , you are most shamefully , most sinfully , most scornfully cornuted .

Duke . D' ee play vpon me ? as I am your Prince , There 's some shall rore for this : why what was I , Both to be thought or made so vild a thing ? Stay — Madam Marquesse , — ho Roderico , you Sir , Beare witnesse , that if euer I neglect One day , one houre , one minute , to weare out With toyle of plot , or practice of conceit , My busie skull , till I haue found a death More horrid then the Bull of Phalaris , Or all the fabling Poets ; dreaming whips : If euer I take rest , or force a smile Which is not borrowed from a Royall vengeance , Before I know which way to satisfie Fury and wrong : ( nay kneele downe ) let me dye More wretched then despaire , reproach , contempt , Laughter and pouerty it selfe can make me : Let 's rise on all sides , friends ; now all 's agreed ; If the Moone serue , some that are safe shall bleed . Enter Fernando , Biancha , and Morona . Bian. My Lord the Duke . Duke . Biancha ! ha , how is 't ? How is 't , Biancha ? what Fernando ? come , Shal 's shake hands , sirs ? faith this is kindly done : Here 's three as one ; welcome deere wife , sweet Friend . R. D. I doe not like this now , it shewes scuruily to me , Bian. My Lord we haue a suit our friend and I . Duke . She puts my friend before most kindly still . Bian. Must ioyne . Duke . What must ? Bian. My Lord ! Duke . Must ioyne , you say . Bian. That you will please to set Maurucio At liberty : this Gentle woman here , Hath by agreement made betwixt them two , Obtain'd him for her husband ; good my Lord Let me intreat , I dare ingage mine honour He 's innocent in any wilfull fault . Duke . Your honour , Madam ! now beshrew you for 't , T' ingage your honour on so slight a ground : Honour 's a precious Iewell , I can tell you ; Nay , 't is Biancha . — Goe too , D'auolos , Bring vs Maurucio hither . R. D. I shall , my Lord . — — Exit D'auolos Mor. I humbly thanke your grace . Fer. And , Royall Sir , since Iulia and Colona ; Chiefe Actors in Ferentes tragicke end , Were , through their Ladies mediation , Freed by your gracious pardon ; I , in pitty . Tendered this widowes friendlesse misery ; For whose reprieue I shall in humblest duty Be euer thankfull . Enter D'auolos , Maurucio in poore rags , and Giacopo weeping . Mau. Come you my learned Counsell , doe not rore ; If I must hang , why then lament therefore : You may reioyce , and both , no doubt , be great To serue your Prince , when I am turn'd wormes meat . I feare my lands , and all I haue , is begg'd , Else , woe is me , why should I be so ragg'd ? R. D. Come on , Sir , the Duke stayes for you . Mau. O how my stomacke doth begin to puke ! When I doe heare that onely word , the Duke . Duke . You Sir , looke on that woman ; are you pleas'd , If we remit your body from the jayle , To take her for your wife . Man, On that condition , Prince , with all my heart . Mor. Yes , I warrant your grace , he is content . Duke . Why , foolish man , hast thou so soone forgot The publike shame of her abus'd wombe ? Her being mother to a Bastards birth ? Or caust thou but imagine she will be True to thy bed , who to her selfe was false ? Gia.

Phew , Sir , doe not stand vpon that , that 's a matter of nothing , you know .

Mau.

Nay , and shall please your good grace , and it come to that , I care not ; as good men as I haue lyen in foule sheets I am sure ; the linnen has not beene much the worse for the wearing a little : I will haue her with all my-heart .

Duke . And shalt : Fernando , thou shalt haue the grace To ioyne their hands , put 'em together , friend . Bian. Yes , doe my Lord , bring you the Bridegroom hither , I 'le giue the Bride my selfe . R. D.

Here 's argument to jealousie , as good as drinke to the dropsie , shee will share any disgrace with him : I could not wish it better .

Duke . Euen so : well , doe it . Fer. Here , Maurucio , long liue a happy couple . ioyne their bands . Duke . 'T is enough , — now know our pleasure henceforth . 'T is our will , if euer thou , Maurucio , or thy wife , Be seene within a dozen miles at Court , We will recall our mercy : no intreat Shall warrant thee a minute of thy life : Wee 'll haue no seruile slauery of lust Shall breath neere vs ; dispatch and get ye hence , Biancha , come with me . — oh my cleft soule ! Exit Duke et Biancha , Mau. How 's that ? must I come no more neere the Court ? Gia. O pittifull , not neere the Court , Sir . R. D.

Not by a dozen miles , indeed Sir : your only course I can aduise you , is to passe to Naples , and set vp a house of Carnality , there are very faire and frequent suburbs , and you need not feare the contagion of any pestilent disease , for the worst is very proper to the place .

Fer. 'T is a strange sentence . Fior. 'T is , and sudden too , And not without some mysterie . R. D. Will you goe , Sir . Mau. Not neere the Court ? Mor.

What matter is it , Sweet-heart , feare nothing , Loue , you shall haue new change of apparell , good diet , wholesome attendance , and wee will liue like pigeons , my Lord .

Mau. Wilt thou forsake me , Giacopo ? Gia.

I forsake yee ? no , not as long as I haue a whole eare on my head , come what will come .

Fior. Maurucio , you did once proffer true loue To me , but since you are more thriftier sped , For old affections sake here take this gold , Spend it for my sake . Fer. Madam , you doe nobly ; And that 's for me , Maurucio . R. D. Will ye goe , Sir ? Mau.

Yes , I will goe ; and I humbly thank your Lordship and Ladiship : Pauy , sweet Pauy farwel : come wife , come Gia -

Now is the time that we away must lag , ( copo .

And march in pompe with baggage and with bag :

O poore Maurucio ! what hast thou mis-doue ?

To end thy life when life was new begun .

Adew to all ; for Lords and Ladies see

My wofull plight ; and Squires of low degree :

R. D. Away , away , sirs . — Exeunt . manent Fior. et Fer . Fior. My Lord Fernando . Fer. Madam . Fior. Doe you note my brothers odde distractions ? You were wont to bosome in his Counsailes ; I am sure you know the ground on 't . Fer. Not I , in troth . Fior. Is 't possible ? what would you say , my Lord , If he , out of some melancholly spleene , Edg'd on by some thank picking Parasite , Should now proue iealous ? I mistrust it shrewdly . Fer. What Madam ? iealous ? Fior. Yes ; for but obserue , A Prince , whose eye is chooser to his heart , Is seldome steddy in the lists of loue , Vnlesse the party he affects doe match His ranke in equall portion , or in friends : I neuer yet , out of report , or else By warranted description , haue obseru'd The nature of phantasticke Iealousie , If not in him ; yet on my conscience now , He has no cause . Fer. Cause , Madam ! by this light I 'le pledge my soule against a vse-lesse rush . Fior. I neuer thought her lesse , yet trust me , Sir , No merit can be greater than your praise , Whereat I strangely wonder ; how a man Vow'd , as you told me , to a single life , Should so much Deifie the Saints , from whom You haue disclaym'd deuotion . Fer. Madam , 't is true ; From them I haue , but from their vertues neuer . Fior. You are too wise , Fernando : to be plaine . You are in loue ; nay shrinke not , man , you are : Biancha is your ayme ; why doe you blush ? She is , I know she is . Fer. My ayme ? Fior. Yes , yours ; I hope I talke no newes : Fernando , know Thou runst to thy confusion , if in time Thou dost not wisely shun that Circe's charme . Vnkindest man ! I haue too long conceal'd My hidden flames , when still in silent signes I Courted thee for loue ; without respect To youth or state , and yet thou art vnkind . Fernando , leaue that Sorceresse , if not For loue of me , for pitty of thy selfe . Fer. Injurious woman , I defie thy lust : 'T is not your subtile sifting shall creepe Into the secrets of a heart vnsoyl'd : You are my Princes sister , else your malice Had rayl'd it selfe to death ; but as for me , Be record all my fate , I doe detest Your fury or affection . — Iudge the rest . Exit Fer. Fior. What gone ! well , goe thy wayes ; I see the more I humble my firme loue , the more he shuns Both it and me : so plaine ! then 't is too late To hope ; change peeuish passion to contempt : What euer rages in my blood I feele , Foole he shall know I was not borne to kneele , Exit . Enter D'auolos and Iulia . R. D. Iulia mine owne — speake softly . What ? hast thou learn'd out any thing of this pale widgeon ? Speake soft , what does she say ? Iul. Fo , more then all ; there 's not an houre shall passe , But I shall haue intelligence , she sweares . Whole nights ; you know my mind , I hope you 'll giue The gowne you promis'd me . R. D.

Honest Iulia , peace : th' art a woman worth a kingdome : let me neuer be beleeued now , but I thinke it will bee my destiny to be thy husband at last : what tho thou haue a child , or perhaps two ?

Iul. Neuer but one , I sweare . R. D.

Well , one ; is that such a matter ? I like thee the better for 't : it shewes thou hast a good tenant-able and fertile wombe , worth twenty of your barren , dry , bloodlesse deuourers of youth ; but come , I will talke with thee more priuately ; the Duke has a iourney in hand , and will not be long absent : see , 'a is come already . — let 's passe away easily .

Exeunt . Enter Duke and Biancha . Duke . Troubled ! yes , I haue cause : O Biancha ! Here was my fate engrauen in thy brow , This smooth faire polisht table ; in thy cheeks Nature summ'd vp thy dower : 't was not wealth , The Mysers god , nor Royalty of blood , Aduanc'd thee to my bed ; but loue , and hope Of Vertue , that might equall those sweet lookes : If then thou shouldst betray my trust , thy faith , To the pollution of a base desire , Thou wert a wretched woman . Bian. Speakes your loue , Or feare , my Lord ? Duke . Both , both ; Biancha , know , The nightly languish of my dull vnrest Hath stampt a strong opinion ; for me thought ( Marke what I say ) as I in glorious pompe Was sitting on my Throne , whiles I had hemm'd My best belou'd Biancha in mine armes , She reacht my cap of State , and cast it downe Beneath her foot , and spurn'd it in the dust ; Whiles I ( oh 't was a dreame too full of fate ) Was stooping downe to reach it ; on my head , Fernando , like a Traytor to his vowes , Clapt , in disgrace , a Coronet of hornes : But by the honour of anoynted kings , Were both of you hid in a rocke of fire , Guarded by ministers of flaming hell , I haue a sword ( 't is here ) should make my way Through fire , through darknesse , death , and all To hew your lust ingendred flesh to shreds , Pound you to morter , cut your throats , and mince Your flesh to mites ; I will , — start not , — I will . Bian. Mercy protect me , will ye murder me ? Duke . Yes . — Oh! I cry thee mercy . — how the rage Of my vndreamt of wrongs , made me forget All sense of sufferance ! blame me not , Biancha ; One such another dreame would quite distract Reason and selfe humanity ; yet tell me , Was 't not an ominous vision ? Bian. 'T was , my Lord ; Yet but a vision ; for did such a guilt Hang on mine honour , 't were no blame in you If you did stab me to the heart . Duke . The heart ? Nay , strumpet , to the soule ; and teare it off From life , to damne it in immortall death Bian. Alas , what doe you meane , Sir ? Duke . I am mad . — Forgiue me , good Biancha ; still me thinkes I dreame , and dreame anew : now prethe chide me . Sicknesse , and these diuisions , so distract My senses , that I take things possible As if they were : which to remoue , I meane To speed me streight to Luca ; where , perhaps , Absence and bathing in those healthfull springs May soone recouer me : meane time , deare sweet , Pitty my troubled heart ; griefes are extreame ; Yet , Sweet , when I am gone , thinke on my dreame . Who waits without , ho ? is prouision ready , To passe to Luca ? Enter Petr. Nibr. Fior. D'auolos , Ros. & Fernando . Petr. It attends your Highnesse . Duke . Friend , hold ; take here from me this Iewel , this : Giues him Biancha . Be she your care till my returne from Luca : Honest Fernando , wife respect my friend , Let 's goe : but heare ye wife , thinke on my dreame . Exeunt omnes , but Ros. et Petr. Petr. Couzen , one word with you : doth not this Cloud Acquaint you with strange nouelties ? The Duke Is lately much distemper'd ; what he meanes By journeying now to Luca , is to me A riddle ; can you cleare my doubt ? Ros. O Sir ! My feares exceed my knowledge , yet I note No lesse then you inferre : all is not well , Would 't were : whosoeuer thriue , I shall be sure Neuer to rise to my vn-hop'd desires : But Couzen , I shall tell you more anon ; Meane time pray send my Lord Fernando to me , I couet much to speake with him . Enter Fernando . Petr. And see , He comes himselfe ; I 'le leaue you both together . Exit . Fer. The Duke is horst for Luca : how now Cooze , How prosper you in loue ? Ros. As still I hop'd : My Lord you are vndone . Fer. Vndone I in what ? Ros. Lost ; and I feare your life is bought and sold ; I 'le tell you how : late in my Ladies chamber , As I by chance lay slumbering on the mats , In comes the Lady Marquesse , and with her , Iulia and D'auolos ; where sitting downe , Not doubting me , Madam ( quoth D'auolas ) We haue discouer'd now the neast of shame : In short , my Lord , ( for you already know As much as they reported ) there was told The circumstance of all your priuate loue And meetings with the Dutchesse ; when at last False D'auolos concluded with an oath , Wee 'll make ( quoth he ) his hart-strings crack for this . Fer. Speaking of me ? Ros. Of you : I ( quoth the Marquesse ) Were not the Duke a baby , he would seeke Swift vengeance ; for he knew it long agoe . Fer. Let him know it ; yet I vow Shee is as loyall in her plighted faith , As is the Sunne in heauen : but put case She were not ; and the Duke did know she were not , This Sword lift vp , and guided by this Arme , Shall guard her from an armed troupe of Fiends , And all the earth beside . Ros. You are too safe In your destruction . Fer. Dambe him , — hee shall feele — But peace , who comes ? Enter Colona . Col. My Lord , the Dutchesse craues a word with you : Fer. Where is shee ? Col. In her chamber . Ros. Here haue a plum for Ie'ee — Col. Come foole , I 'le giue thee plums enow , come foole . Fer. Let slaues in mind be seruile to their feares , Our heart is high in-starr'd in brighter Spheres . Exit Fer. et Colo. Ros, I see him lost already , If all preuaile not , we shall know too late , No toyle can shun the violence of Fate . Exit .
Actus Quintus . Enter aboue , Fernando . Fior. NOW fly reuenge , and wound the lower earth , That I , en-sphear'd aboue , may crosse the race Of Loue despis'd , and triumph o're their graues , Who scorne the low-bent thraldome of my heart . A Curtaine drawne , below are discouered Biancha in her night attire , leaning on a Cushion at a Table , holding Fernando by the hand . Bia. Why shouldst thou not be mine ? why should the laws The Iron lawes of Ceremony , barre Mutuall embraces ? what 's a vow ? a vow ? Can there be sinne in vnity ? Could I As well dispense with Conscience , as renounce The out-side of my titles , the poore stile Of Dutchesse ; I had rather change my life With any waiting-woman in the land , To purchase one nights rest with thee Fernando , Then be Caraffa's Spouse a thousand yeares . Fior. Treason to wedlocke , this would make you sweat . Fer. Lady of all , what I am , as before , To suruiue you , or I will see you first , Or widowed or buried : if the last , By all the comfort I can wish to tast By your faire eyes , that sepulcher that holds Your Coffin , shall encoffin me aliue : I signe it with this seale . — — — Kisses her . Fior. Ignoble strumpet . Bian. You shall not sweare , take off that oath againe , Or thus I will inforce it . — — — Shee kisses him . Fer. Vse that force , And make me periur'd ; for whiles your lips Are made the booke , it is a sport to sweare , And glory to forsweare . Fior. Here 's fast and loose ; Which for a Ducat , now the game 's on foot . Whiles they are kissing , Enter Duke with his sword drawne , D'auolos in like manner , Petruchio , Nibrassa , and a Guard . Colona within .

Helpe , helpe , Madam , you are betrayed , Madam , helpe , helpe .

R. D.

Is there confidence in credit now , Sir ? beleefe in your owne eyes ? doe you see ? doe you see , Sir ? Can you behold it without lightning ?

Col. within . Helpe , Madam , helpe . Fer. What noyse is that , I heard one cry . Duke . Ha! did you ? know you who I am ? Fer. Yes ; Th' art Pauy's Duke , Drest like a hangman : see , I am vnarm'd , Yet doe not feare thee ; tho the Coward doubt Of what I could haue done , hath made thee steale Th' aduantage of this time , yet Duke I dare Thy worst , for murder sits vpon thy cheekes : Too 't man . Duke . I am too angry in my rage , To scourge thee vnprouided ; take him hence : Away with him . — — They take hold on him . Fer. Vn-hand me . R. D. You must goe , Sir : Fer. Duke , doe not shame thy manhood to lay hands On that most innocent Lady . Duke . Yet againe : Confine him to his Chamber . Exit D'a . et guard , with I'er . Leaue vs all ; None stay , not one , shut vp the dores . Exeunt omnes , but Du. et Bia Fio. Now shew thy self my brother , braue Caraffa . Duke . Woman , stand forth before me , — wretched whore . What canst thou hope for ? Bian. Death ; I wish no lesse : You told me you had dreamt ; and , gentle Duke , Vnlesse you be mistooke , you are now awak'd . Duke . Strumpet I am , and in my hand hold vp The edge that must vncut thy twist of life . Dost thou not shake ? Bian. For what ? to see a weake Faint trembling arme aduance a leaden blade ? Alas good man , put vp , put vp ; thine eyes Are likelier much to weepe , then armes to strike : What wud you doe now , pray ? Duke . What! shamelesse harlot ; Rip vp the Cradle of thy cursed wombe , In which the mixture of that Traytors lust Impostumes for a birth of Bastardy : Yet come , and if thou think'st thou canst deserue One mite of mercy , e're the boundlesse spleene Of just-consuming wrath ore-swell my reason , Tell me , bad woman , tell me what could moue Thy heart to craue variety of youth ? Bian. I tell yee , if you needs would be resolu'd , I held Fernando much the properer man . Duke . Shamelesse intolerable whoore . Bian. What ayles you ? Can you imagine , Sir , the name of Duke Could make a crooked leg , a scambling foot . A tolerable face , a wearish hand , A bloodlesse lip , or such an vntrimm'd beard As yours , fit for a Ladies pleasure , no : I wonder you could thinke 't were possible , When I had once but look'd on your Fernando , I euer could loue you againe ? Fye , fie , Now by my life , I thought that long agoe Y' had knowne it ; and beene glad you had a friend : Your wife did thinke so well of . Duke . O my starres ! Here 's impudence aboue all history : Why thou detested Reprobate in vertue ; Durst thou , without a blush , before mine eyes , Speake such immodest language ? Bian. Dare ? yes faith , You see I dare : I know what you would say now ; You would faine tell me how exceeding much I am beholding to you , that vouchsaf'd Me , from a simple Gentlewomans place , The honour of your bed : 't is true , you did ; But why ? 't was but because you thought I had A sparke of beauty more then you had seene . To answer this , my reason is the like , The selfe same appetite which led you on To marry me , led me to loue your friend : O hee 's a gallant man ! if euer yet Mine eyes beheld a miracle , compos'd Of flesh and blood , Fernando has my voyce . I must confesse , my Lord , that for a Prince , Handsome enough you are , and no more : But to compare your selfe with him , trust me You are too much in fault : shall I aduise you ? Harke in your eare ; thanke heauen he was so slow As not to wrong your sheets ; for as I liue , The fault was his , not mine . Fior. Take this , take all . Duke . Excellent , excellent ! the pangs of death are musick Forgiue me , my good Genius , I had thought ( to this . I matcht a woman , but I find she is A diuell , worser then the worst in hell . Nay , nay , since we are in , ee'ne come , say on , I marke you to a sillable : you say , The fault was his , not yours : why , vertuous Mistresse , Can you imagine you haue so much art Which may perswade me , you and your close marke-man Did not a little trafficke in my right ? Bian. Looke what I said , 't is true . For know it now , I must confesse I mist no meanes , no time , To winne him to my bosome ; but so much , So holily , with such Religion , He kept the lawes of friendship , that my sute Was held but , in comparison , a iest ; Nor did I ofter vrge the violence Of my affection , but as oft he vrg'd The sacred vowes of faith 'twixt friend and friend : Yet be assured , my Lord , if euer language Of cunning seruile flatteries , intreaties , Or what in me is , could procure his loue , I would not blush to speake it . Duke . Such another As thou art , ( miserable Creature ) would Sinke the whole sexe of women : yet confesse What witch-craft vs'd the wretch to charme the arc Of the once spotlesse temple of thy mind ? For without witch-craft it could ne're be done . Bian. Phew — and you be in these tunes , Sir , I 'le leaue : You know the best , and worst , and all . Duke . Nay then Thou tempt'st me to thy ruine ; come blacke angell , Faire diuell , in thy prayers reckon vp The summe , in grosse , of all thy vayned follies : There , amongst other , weepe in teares of blood , For one aboue the rest ; Adultery , Adultery , Biancha ; such a guilt , As were the sluces of thine eyes let vp , Teares cannot wash it off : 't is not the tyde Of triuiall wontonnesse from youth to youth , But thy abusing of thy lawfull bed , Thy husbands bed ; his , in whose brest thou sleep'st : His , that did prize thee more then all the trash Which hoarding worldlings make an Idoll of : When thou shalt find the Catalogue enrold Of thy mis-deeds , there shall be writ , in Text , Thy bastarding , the issues of a Prince . Now turne thine eyes into thy houering soule , And doe not hope for life : would Angels sing A requiem at my hearse ? but to dispense With my Reuenge on thee , 't were all in vaine : Prepare to dye . Bian. I , doe ; and to the point Of thy sharpe sword , with open brest I 'le runne Halfe way thus naked : doe not shrinke , Caraffa , This dants not me : but in the latter act . Of thy Reuenge , 't is all the sute I aske At my last gaspe , to spare thy noble friend ; For life to me , without him , were a death . Duk. Not this ; I 'le none of this : 't is not so fit : casts away his sword . Why should I kill her ? she may liue and change , Or — Fior. Dost thou halt ? faint Coward , dost thou wish . To blemish all thy glorious Ancestors ? Is this thy Courage ? Duke . Ha I say you so too ? Giue me thy hand , Biancha . Bian. Here . Duke . Farewell . Thus goe in euerlasting sleepe to dwell : draws his ponyard and stabs her . Here 's blood for lust , & sacrifice for wrong Bian. 'T is brauely done ; thou hast strucke home at once : Liue to repent too late : Commend my loue To thy true friend , my loue to him that owes it , Ny Tragedy to thee , my hart to — to — Fernand . oo oh . ( dies Duke . Sister she 's dead . Fior. Then , whiles thy rage is warme , Pursue the canser of her trespasses . Duke . Good : takes vp his sword & exits I le slake no time whiles I am hot in blood . Fior. Here 's royall vengeance : this becomes the state Of his disgrace , and my vnbounded fate . — recedot Fior. Enter Fernando , Nibrassa , & Petruchio . Petr. May we giue credit to your words , my Lord ? Speake on your honour . Fer. Let me dye accurst , If euer , through the progresse of my life . I did as much as reape the benefit Of any fauour from her , saue a kisse : A better woman neuer blest the earth . Nibr. Be shrew my heart , young Lord , but I beleeue thee : Alas , kind Lady , 't is a Lordship to a dozen of poynts , But the jealous mad man will in his fury , Offer her some violence . Petr. If it be thus , 't were fit you rather kept A guard about you for your owne defence , Then to be guarded for security Of his Reuenge ; he 's extreamely mou'd . Nibr.

Passion of my body , my Lord , if 'a come in his odde fits to you , in the case you are , 'a might cut your throat e're you could prouide a weapon of defence : nay , rather then it shal be so , hold take my sword in your hand , 't is none of the sprusest , but 't is a tough fox , wil not faile his master : Come what wil come , take it , I 'le answer 't I : in the meane time , Petruchio and I wil back to the Dutchesse lodging . —

he giues Fer. his sword . Petr. Well thought on ; and in despight of all his rage , Rescue the vertuous Lady . Nibr. Looke to your selfe , my Lord , the Duke comes . Enter Duke , his Sword in one hand , and in the other a bloody Dagger , Duke . Stand , and behold thy executioner , Thou glorious Traytor : I will keepe no forme Of Ceremonius law , to try thy guilt : Looke here , 't is written on my ponyards point , The bloody euidence of thy vntruth , Wherein thy Conscience , and the wrathfull rod Of heauens scourge for lust , at once giue vp The verdict of thy crying villanies . I see th' art arm'd ; prepare , I craue no odds , Greater then is the iustice of my cause . Fight , or I 'le kill thee . Fer. Duke I feare thee not : But first I charge thee , as thou art a Prince , Tell me , how hast thou vs'd thy Dutchesse ? Duke . How ? To adde affliction to thy trembling ghost , Looke on my daggers crimson dye , and iudge . Fer. Not dead ? Duke . Not dead ? yes , by my Honor's truth : why foole , Dost thinke I 'le hug my iniuries ? no , Traytor ; I 'le mixe your soules together in your deaths , As you did both your bodies in her life : Haue at thee . Fer. Stay , I yeeld my weapon vp : — he lets fall his weapon . Here , here 's my bosome ; as thou art a Duke , Dost honour goodnesse , if the chast Biancha Be murther'd , murther me . Duke . Faint hearted Coward , Art thou so poore in spirit ? Rise and fight , Or , by the glories of my home and name , I 'le kill thee basely . Fer. Doe but heare me first , Vnfortunate Caraffa ; thou hast butcher'd An Innocent , a wife as free from lust As any termes of Art can Deifie . Duke . Pish , this is stale dissimulation , I 'le heare no more . Fer. If euer I vnshrin'd The Altar of her purity , or tasted More of her loue , then what without controule Or blame , a brother from a sister might , Racke me to Atomies : I must confesse I haue too much abus'd thee ; did exceed In lawlesse Courtship ( 't is too true ) I did : But by the honour which I owe to goodnesse , For any actuall folly I am free . Duke . 'T is false : as much in death for thee she spake . Fer. By yonder starry roofe 't is true . O Duke ! Couldst thou reare vp another world like this , Another like to that , and more , or more , Herein thou art most wretched ; all the wealth Of all those worlds could not redeeme the losse Of such a spotlesse wife : glorious Biancha , Reigne in the triumph of thy martyrdome , Earth was vnworthy of thee . Nib. et Petr. Now on our liues we both beleeue him . Duke . Fernando , dar'st thou sweare vpon my sword To iustifie thy words ? Fer. I dare : looke here , — — Kisses the Sword . 'T is not the feare of death doth prompt my tongue , For I would wish to dye ; and thou shalt know , Poore miserable Duke , since she is dead , I 'le hold all life a hell . Duke . Biancha chast ! Fer. As vertues selfe is good , Duke . Chast , chast , and kild by me ; to her Offers to stabbe himselfe , and is stayed by Fer. I offer vp this remnant of my — Fer. Hold , Be gentler to thy selfe . Petr. Alas my Lord , this is a wise mans carriage . Duke . Whither now , Shall I run from the day , where neuer man Nor eye , nor eye of heauen , may see a dogge So hatefull as I am ? Biancha chaste , Had not the furie of some hellish rage Blinded all reasons sight , I might haue seene Her clearenesse in her confidence to dye . — your leaue — Kneeles downe , holds vp his hands speakes a little and riseth T is done , come friend , now for her loue , Her loue that praisd thee in the pangs of death , I le hold thee deere : Lords , do not care for me , Enter , D'aualos I am too wise to dye yet — oh Biancha . R. D.

The Lord Abbot of Monacho , sir , is in his return from Rome , lodg'd last night late in the Citie , very priuately ; and hearing the report of your journey , onely intends to visite your Dutchesse to morrow .

Duke . Slaue , torture me no more , note him my Lords , If you would choose a diuell in the shape Of man , an Arch-arch-diuell , there stands one . Wee le meete our Vnckle — order straight Petruchio Our Dutchesse may be coffin'd , 't is our will She forth with be interr'd with all the speed And priuacy you may , 'i th' Colledge Church Amongst Caraffa's ancient monuments . Some three daies hence wee 'le keepe her funerall . Damn'd villaine , bloody villaine — oh Biancha , No counsaile from our cruell wils can win vs , " But ils once done we beare our guilt within vs . Exeunt omnes , manet D'ouolos . R. D.

God boyee . Arch-arch-diuell : why I am paid ,

Here 's bounty for good seruice ; beshrew my heart it is a right princely reward : now must I say my prayers , that I haue liu'd to so ripe an age to haue my head stricken off ; I cannot tell , 't may be my Lady Fiormonda will stand on my behalfe to the Duke : that 's but a single hope ; a disgrac'd Courtier oftner findes enemies to sinke him when hee is falling , then friends to releeue him : I must resolue to stand to the hazard of all brunts now . Come what may , I will not dye like a Cow , and the world shall know it . —

Exit : Enter Fiormonda , and Roseilli discouered . Ros. Wonder not , Madam , here behold the man Whom your disdaine hath metamorphosed : Thus long haue I bin clouded in this shape , Led on by Loue ; and in that loue , despaire : If not the sight of our distracted Court , Nor pitty of my bondage , can reclayme The greatnesse of your scorne , yet let me know My latest doome from you . Fior. Strange miracle ! Roseilli I must honour thee : thy truth , Like a transparent mirror , represents My reason with my errors . Noble Lord , That better dost deserue a better fate , Forgiue me ; if my heart can entertaine Another thought of loue , it shall be thine . Ros. Blessed for euer , blessed be the words : In death you haue reuiu'd me . Enter D'auoles . R. D. Whom haue we here ? Roseilli the supposed foole ? 'T is he ; nay then helpe me a brazen face ; My honourable Lord . Ros. Beare off , blood-thirsty man , come not neere me . R. D. Madam , I trust the seruice — Fior. Fellow , learne to new liue the way to thrift For thee in grace , is a repentant shrift . Ros. Ill has thy life beene , worse will be thy end ; Men flesht in blood , know seldome to amend . Enter Seruant . Ser.

His Highnesse commends his loue to you , and expects your presence : he is ready to passe to the Church , only staying for my Lord Abbot to associate him . Withall , his pleasure is , that you D'auolos forbeare . to ranke in this solemnity in the place of Secretary , else to be there as a priuate man ; pleaseth you to goe . —

Exeunt . manet D'auolos . R. D.

As a priuate man ! what remedy ? This way they must come , and here I will stand to fall amongst 'em in the reere .

A sad sound of soft musicke . The Tombe is discouered . Enter foure with Torches , after them two Fryars , after the Duke in mourning manner , after him the Abbot , Fiormonda monda , Colona , Iulia , Roseilli , Petruchio , Nibrassa , and a guard . D'auolos following behinde . Comming neere the Tombe they all kneele , making shew of Ceremony . The Duke goes to the Tombe , layes his hand on it . Musicke cease . Duke . Peace and sweet rest sleep here ; let not the touch Of this my impious hand , prophane the shrine Of fairest purity , which houers yet About those blessed bones inhearst within : If in the bosome of this sacred Tombe , Biancha thy disturbed ghost doth range ; Behold , I offer vp the sacrifice Of bleeding teares , shed from a faithfull spring ; Roaring oblations of a mourning heart . To thee , offended spirit , I confesse I am Caraffa , hee , that wretched man , That Butcher , who in my enraged spleene Slaughtered the life of Innocence and Beauty : Now come I to pay tribute to those wounds Which I digg'd vp , and reconcile the wrongs My fury wrought ; and my Contrition mournes . So chast , so deare a wife was neuer man , But I , enioy'd : yet in the bloome and pride Of all her yeares , vntimely tooke her life . Enough ; set ope the Tombe , that I may take My last farewell , and bury griefes with her . One goes to open the Tombe , out of which ariseth Fernando in his winding sheet , onely his face discouered ; as Caraffa is going in , he puts him backe . Fer. Forbeare ; what art thou that dost rudely presse Into the confines of forsaken-graues ? Has death no priuilege ? Com'st thou , Caraffa , To practise yet a rape vpon the dead ? Inhumane Tyrant , Whats'euer thou intend'st , know this place Is poynted out for my inheritance : Here lyes the monument of all my hopes . Had eager Lust intrunk'd my conquered soule , I had not buried liuing ioyes in death : Goe , Reuell in thy pallace , and be proud To boast thy famous murthers : let thy smooth Low-fawning parasites renowne thy Act : Thou com'st not here . Duke . Fernando , man of darknesse , Neuer till now ( before these dreadfull fights ) Did I abhorre thy friendship ; thou hast rob'd My resolution of a glorious name . Come out , or by the thunder of my rage , Thou dy'st a death more fearefull then the scourge Of death can whip thee with . Fer. Of death ? poore Duke : Why that 's the ayme I shoot at : 't is not threats , ( Mauger thy power , of the spight of hell ) Shall rent that honour : let life-hugging slaues , Whose hands imbrued in Butcheries like thine , Shake terror to their soules , be loath to dye : See , I am cloath'd in robes that fit the graue : I pitty thy defyance . Duke . Guard lay hands , And drag him out . Fer. Yes , let 'em , here 's my shield As théy goe to fetch him him out , he drinkes off a Violl of poyson . Here 's health to Victory . — Now doe thy worst . Ferewell Duke , once I haue out-stript thy plots : Not all the cunning Antidotes of Art Can warrant me twelue minutes of my life : It workes , it workes already , brauely , brauely . — Now , now I feele it teare each seuerall ioynt : O royall poyson ? trusty friend ? split , split Both heart and gall asunder ; excellent bane ! Roseilli loue my memory ; well search'd out Swift nimble venome , torture euery veyne . I , come Biancha , — cruell torment feast , Feast on , doe ; Duke farewell . Thus I — hot flames Conclude my Loue — and seale it in my bosome , oh — dies . Abbot . Most desperate end ! Duke . None stirre : Who steps a foot , steps to his vtter ruine . And art thou gone ? Fernando , art thou gone ? Thou wert a friend vnmatch'd , rest in thy fame . Sister , when I haue finisht my last dayes , Lodge me , my wife , and this vnequall'd friend , All in one monument . Now to my vowes : Neuer henceforth let any passionate tongue Mention Biancha's and Caraffa's name , But let each letter in that tragicke sound Beget a sigh , and euery sigh a teare : Children vnborne , and widowes whose leane cheeks Are furrowed vp by age , shall weepe whole nights , Repeating but the story of our fates ; Whiles in the period , closing vp their tale , They must conclude , how for Biancha's loue , Caraffa in reuenge of wrongs to her , Thus on her Altar sacrific'd his life . — — stabs himselfe . Abbot . Oh hold the Dukes hand . Fior. Saue my brother , saue him . Duke . Doe , doe , I was too willing to strike home To be preuented : Fooles , why could you dreame I would out-liue my out-rage sprightfull flood Run out in Riuers ? oh that these thicke streames Could gather head , and make a standing poole , That jealous husbands here might bathe in blood . So ; I grow sweetly empty ; all the pipes Of life vn-vessell life ; now heauens wipe out The writing of my sinne : Biancha , thus I creepe to thee — to thee — to thee Bi — an — cha . dies . Ros. He 's dead already , Madam . R. D. Aboue hope , here 's labour sau'd , I could blesse the Destinies Abbot . Would I had neuer seene it . Fior. Since 't is thus , My Lord Roseilli , in the true requitall Of your continued loue , I here possesse You of the Dukedome ; and with it , of me , In presence of this holy Abbot . Abbot . Lady , then From my hand take your husband ; long enioy hee ioynes their hands . Each to each others comfort and content . Omnes . Long liue Roseilli . Ros. First thanke to heauen , next Lady to your loue ; Lastly , my Lords , to all : and that the entrance Into this principality may giue Faire hopes of being worthy of our place , Our first worke shall be justice . — D'auolos Stand forth . R. D. My gracious Lord : Ros. No , gracelesse villaine , I am no Lord of thine : Guard take him hence , Conuey him to the prisons top ; in chaines Hang him aliue ; whosoeuer lends a bit Of bread to feed him , dyes : speake not against it , I will be deafe to mercy . — Beare him hence . R. D.

Mercy , new Duke : here 's my comfort , I make but one in the number of the Tragedy of Princes .

exit . Ros. Madam , a second charge is to performe Your brother's Testament ; wee 'll reare a Tombe To those vnhappy Louers , which shall tell Their fatall Loues to all posterity . Thus then for you , henceforth I here dismisse The mutuall comforts of our marriage-bed : Learne to new liue , my vowes vnmou'd shall stand : And since your life hath beene so much vn-euen , Bethinke , in time , to make your peace with heauen . Fior. Oh me ! is this your loue ? Ros. 'T is your desert : Which no perswasion shall remoue . Abbot . 'T is fit : Purge frailty with repentance . Fior. I embrace it : Happy too late , since lust hath made me foule , Henceforth I 'le dresse my Bride-bed in my soule . Ros. Please you to walke , Lord Abbot . Abbot . Yes , set on : No age hath heard , nor Chronicle can say , That euer here befell a sadder day . — Exeunt .
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GENE RALLY A TRAGEDIE RECEIUED Generally ●ou My Lord , you haue much cas'd me , I resolue . Bagloone Monacho , To visit there her Vncle , Paul Baglione , The Abbot ; Fortune ( Queene to such blind Bianchae store-house of the earths hid minerals ? No , my Biancha , thou art to me as deare As if thy portion si●t this slight carelesnesse of his , I must sift it , and I will find it . vd's me , foole farbeneath of the first fruits of thy embraces , so far beneath the riches of thy merit , that it ●hey Indeed forsooth , how they by that la , I hope I neglect No opportunity imparrit thought you said , he charg'd you Not to impart it but to him you lou'd As dearely as you ●ncell'd man , that Testament is disanull'd , And cancell'd quite by vs that liue : looke here , My adui●e your Highnes , and you al , my Lords , take aduice How you motion his Excellency on Roseillie's Si●l as I am giuen to vnderstand ) to passe to Siuill , minding to visit his Cozen Don Pedro de Giacapo Giacopo , she is mine ; aduance the glasse , Giacopo , that I may practise as I passe , to walke back●ward Exit Gia , going backeward with the glasse , Mau. complementing . Prapare Without delay Prepare your selfe , and meet at Court anon , Some Courtanon Without delay Prepare your selfe , and meet at Court anon , Some halfe houre hence ; and Cupid Exeut Exeunt Whst I am confirm'd . — What ayles your Lordship ? hencc With looking on't : — pray Sir conuey it hence . fideli●y then you were three yeares agoe : by all my fidelity , 'tis a miracle : the Ladies wonder at Narbassa's person , for two dayes space , in my Lord Nibrassa's forrest , to hunt the Deere , rhe Bucke tolye Yes , my Lord , and resolu'd to lye forth for the breuiating the prolixity P●ferre to know what the sute is , you please to preferre to me . Roseillilike Enter Petruchio , and Roseilli like a foole . soole Enter Petruchio , and Roseilli like a foole . fi● seruant , Accept this gift ; most rare , most fine , most new , The earnest penhy of a loue Giacope Giacopo ! ●ntreat Madam , I must entreat excuse ; I feele The temper of my body not residenee The booke of lust ; if purity of loue Haue residence in vertues quest ; loe here , Bent lower tottur'd still I find No Physicke strong to cure a tortur'd mind , But freedome from the torture it ha●e loue ? Know , most vnworthy man , So much we hate the basenesse of thy lust , As were none griefe● sillable , presume To make a repetition of my griefe Good night t'ee : if when I am dead you Branchae Enter Biancha , her haire about her eares , in her night spak●st Did often chide thy loue , each word thou spak'st Was musicke to my eare ; was neuer poore title● to his bed and bosome , Aduanc'd me to the titles I possesse ; Not mou'd by Counsell , or kneeln She kneels . 〈◊〉 You haue preuail'd , and heauen forbid that I Should by a want on appetite prophane This weeping● Enter Nibrassa chasing , after him Iulia weeping disclayne renounce thee , th'art no daughter of mine , I disclayme the legitimation of thy birth , and Curse varieries six and forty ? Marry gip , are there not varieties enough of thirteene ? come , stop your Clap-dish Wenehes to top three Flanders Mares ? why how now Wenches , what means this ? cōmond speedy deliuerāce to al your burdēs , I cōmend you to your patience vuderstand Madam , though strangers , yet we Vnderstand Your wrongs doe equall ours ; which to reuenge Fior●nda Enter Duke , Biancha supported by Fernando , Fiormonda , Petruchio , Nibrassa , Ferentes , and 〈◊〉 With my best seruice and dexterity , my Lord . sist●er , Will vndertake your Highnesse and your sister Roseillilike Enter Maurucio , Roseilli like a foole , and Giacopo . ●hucke brother foole ; doe , doe , speak thy mind chucke , doe . kna●ue fyne knack , and d'ee Naghtye tat-tle of da knaue , dad la haue so . ver●uous me cast my selfe beneath thy foot , True vertuous Lord : Know then , Sir , her proud heart flx'd Know then , Sir , her proud heart Is onely fix'd on you in such extremes Of violence and 〈◊〉 he or hell Affront me in the passage of my fate , I'de crush them into Atomies . ●sts glosse Of smooth euasion , by your cunning iests , And coynage of your polliticians braine D●stracted Thou ly'st , dissembler ; on thy brow I read Distracted herrors figur'd in thy lookes . On thy alleageance eui●l Iustice , we protest , Be it or good , or euill , thy reward Shall be our speciall thanks Fernande Fernando is your Riuall , has stolne your Dutchesse g●uen your composition , and was loath to haue giuen the first report of this more then ridiculous vnd● 'tis a soule fault , but what man is hee under the Sun , that is free from the Careere arri●all Sir , the Abbot is now vpon arriuall , all your seruants Attend your presence o●e saluted ; they ranke themselues , and goe out the Quire singing , D'auolos onely stayes shooks Ferentes in , Maurucio and Roseilli being shooke off , and standing at seuerall ends of the fal● suddenly fall vpon him , and stab him , he fals downe , and they run out at seuerall doores outlan●sh me ; I am slaine in iest , a pox vpon your outlandish feminine Antiks : pull off my Visor ; I 〈◊〉 Holy St. Bennet , what a sight is this ? 〈◊〉 Enter Iulio , Colona , and Morona vnmask'd , euery one 〈◊〉 Enter Iulio , Colona , and Morona vnmask'd , euery one hauing a child in their B● Be not amaz'd , great Princes , but vouchsafe contri●'d by his publike fall , Which thus we haue contriu'd ; nor doe we blush To call the glory of Mu●ther Forbeare , you monstrous women , doe not adde Murther to lust : your liues shall pay this forfeit Her●'s Here's fatall sad presages , but 'tis iust , He I●alian abhorre , then study to reuenge . Thou an Italian ? I could burst with rage , To thinke I 〈◊〉 thinke I haue a brother so befool'd , In giving patience to a harlots lust . casie vnlanded banckrupt ? taught to catch The easie fancies of young prodigall bloods , In springes met● ruddy flakes of wrath : And like some bearded meteor shall sucke vp , With swiftest terror , sawning rouz'd a sleeping Lion , whom no Art , No fawning smoothnesse shall reclaime , but blood . soule● For looking on a sight shall split your soule You shall not care , I'le vndertake my selfe 〈◊〉 shall split your soule You shall not care , I'le vndertake my selfe To do't some two dayes 〈◊〉 you desire , my Lord , to see them exchange kisses , sucking one anothers lips , nay , begetting Langhter wretched then despaire , reproach , contempt , Laughter and pouerty it selfe can make me : Let's Wise done : Here's three as one ; welcome deere wife , sweet Friend . 〈◊〉 My Lord we haue a suit our friend and I . ●nnocent intreat , I dare ingage mine honour He's innocent in any wilfull fault . D'auolos● Exit D'auolos sh●me man , hast thou so soone forgot The publike shame of her abus'd wombe ? Her being mother to li●e 〈◊〉 , wholesome attendance , and wee will liue like pigeons , my Lord . A ●ew Adew to all ; for Lords and Ladies see Fer● Exeunt . manent Fior. et Fer . Ca●se Cause , Madam ! by this light I'le pledge my soule Blancha Troubled ! yes , I haue cause : O Biancha ! Here was my fate engrauen in thy brow wa● Troubled ! yes , I haue cause : O Biancha ! Here was my fate engrauen in thy brow , This smooth fa●e , I haue cause : O Biancha ! Here was my fate engrauen in thy brow , This smooth faire smoo●h Here was my fate engrauen in thy brow , This smooth faire polisht table ; in thy cheeks Nature 〈◊〉 my fate engrauen in thy brow , This smooth faire polisht table ; in thy cheeks Nature summ'd pol●sht engrauen in thy brow , This smooth faire polisht table ; in thy cheeks Nature summ'd vp thy sum●'d faire polisht table ; in thy cheeks Nature summ'd vp thy dower : 'twas not wealth , The Mysers Myser● summ'd vp thy dower : 'twas not wealth , The Mysers god , nor Royalty of blood , Aduanc'd thee n●r dower : 'twas not wealth , The Mysers god , nor Royalty of blood , Aduanc'd thee to my bed b●t Royalty of blood , Aduanc'd thee to my bed ; but loue , and hope Of Vertue , that might equall ●eare Speakes your loue , Or feare , my Lord ? Th●●ightly Both , both ; Biancha , know , The nightly languish of my dull vnrest Hath d●ll Biancha , know , The nightly languish of my dull vnrest Hath stampt a strong opinion ; for b●lou'd on my Throne , whiles I had hemm'd My best belou'd Biancha in mine armes , She reacht my cap Tray to● reach it ; on my head , Fernando , like a Traytor to his vowes , Clapt , in disgrace , a Coronet horues vowes , Clapt , in disgrace , a Coronet of hornes : But by the honour of anoynted kings , 〈◊〉 and mince Your flesh to mites ; I will , — start not , — I will . suff●rance vndreamt of wrongs , made me forget All sense of sufferance ! blame me not , Biancha ; One such another d●stract Biancha ; One such another dreame would quite distract Reason and selfe humanity ; yet tell me Gin●s Giues him Biancha . r●ddle meanes By journeying now to Luca , is to me A riddle ; can you cleare my doubt ? ehance how : late in my Ladies chamber , As I by chance lay slumbering on the mats , In comes the Col● Exit Fer. et Colo . Fernondo land , To purchase one nights rest with thee Fernando , Then be Caraffa's Spouse a thousand yeares loo●e Here's fast and loose ; Which for a Ducat , now the game's on wi●h scourge thee vnprouided ; take him hence : Away with him . — — trembl●ng For what ? to see a weake Faint trembling arme aduance a leaden blade ? Alas good cra●e woman , tell me what could moue Thy heart to craue variety of youth ? 〈◊〉 Now by my life , I thought that long agoe Y' had knowne it ; and beene glad you had a aflection ; Nor did I ofter vrge the violence Of my affection , but as oft he vrg'd The sacred vowes of ar● witch-craft vs'd the wretch to charme the arc Of the once spotlesse temple of thy mind mis-d●eds thou shalt find the Catalogue enrold Of thy mis-deeds , there shall be writ , in Text , Thy bastarding r●quiem doe not hope for life : would Angels sing A requiem at my hearse ? but to dispense With my Reuenge ca●er Then , whiles thy rage is warme , Pursue the canser of her trespasses . exi● takes vp his sword & exits I●le Ile slake no time whiles I am hot in blood . j●alous a Lordship to a dozen of poynts , But the jealous mad man will in his fury , Offer her some if'a Passion of my body , my Lord , if 'a come in his odde fits to you , in the Traeytor and behold thy executioner , Thou glorious Traytor : I will keepe no forme Of Ceremonius law i●dge ghost , Looke on my daggers crimson dye , and iudge . ar● Here , here's my bosome ; as thou art a Duke , Dost honour goodnesse , if the 〈◊〉 hearted Coward , Art thou so poore in spirit ? Rise and fight , Or , by the glories of my home I'●e Or , by the glories of my home and name , I'le kill thee basely . Fe●. Fer. miserabl● wish to dye ; and thou shalt know , Poore miserable Duke , since she is dead , I'le hold all h●llish Biancha chaste , Had not the furie of some hellish rage Blinded all reasons sight , I might se●ne Blinded all reasons sight , I might haue seene Her clearenesse in her confidence to dye hand● Kneeles downe , holds vp his hands speakes a little and riseth s●akes Kneeles downe , holds vp his hands speakes a little and riseth En● Enter , D'aualos ●th all the speed And priuacy you may , 'ith' ith Colledge Church Amongst Caraffa's ancient rewa●d ; beshrew my heart it is a right princely reward : now must I say my prayers , that I haue reclay me distracted Court , Nor pitty of my bondage , can reclayme The greatnesse of your scorne , yet let m●net Exeunt . manet D'auolos . D'auolo● Exeunt . manet D'auolos . ●em come , and here I will stand to fall amongst 'em in the reere . 〈◊〉 A sad sound of soft musicke . The Tombe is discouered . i● A sad sound of soft musicke . The Tombe is discouered . dis●uered sad sound of soft musicke . The Tombe is discouered . 〈◊〉 after the Duke in mourning manner , after him the Abbot , Fiormonda monda , Colona , Iulia 〈◊〉 in mourning manner , after him the Abbot , Fiormonda monda , Colona , Iulia , Roseilli , Petruchio Iuliae him the Abbot , Fiormonda monda , Colona , Iulia , Roseilli , Petruchio , Nibrassa , and ●eele behinde . Comming neere the Tombe they all kneele , making shew of Ceremony . The Duke goes Caraeffa winding sheet , onely his face discouered ; as Caraffa is going in , he puts him backe . Ma●ger the ayme I shoot at : 'tis not threats , ( Mauger thy power , of the spight of hell ) Shall vnma●ch'd Fernando , art thou gone ? Thou wert a friend vnmatch'd , rest in thy fame . Sister , when I haue vnequali●d last dayes , Lodge me , my wife , and this vnequall'd friend , All in one monument . Now to my h●r Caraffa in reuenge of wrongs to her , Thus on her Altar sacrific'd his life . — — ●fe ; I grow sweetly empty ; all the pipes Of life vn-vessell life ; now heauens wipe out The vn-ve●sell grow sweetly empty ; all the pipes Of life vn-vessell life ; now heauens wipe out The writing ●us wipe out The writing of my sinne : Biancha , thus I creepe to thee — to thee — to thee Bi d●es dies . ●oynes hee ioynes their hands . D'auolo● place , Our first worke shall be justice . — D'auolos Stand forth . ex●t exit . v●mou'd marriage-bed : Learne to new liue , my vowes vnmou'd shall stand : And since your life hath beene yo● Please you to walke , Lord Abbot .