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 'Tis pitty shee's a whore. Acted by the Queenes Maiesties Seruants, at the Phaenix in Drury-Lane. 'Tis pitty shee's a whoore. Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640. [76] p. Printed by Nicholas Okes for Richard Collins, and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the three Kings, London : 1633. 1631

Dedication signed: Iohn Ford.

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Running title reads: 'Tis pitty shee's a whoore.

Variant: with an added leaf containing a verse "To my friend the author" signed by Thomas Ellice.

Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery.

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'T IS Pitty Shee 's a Whore

Acted by the Queenes Maiesties Seruants , at The Phaenix in Drury-Lane .

LONDON , Printed by Nicholas Okes for Richard Collins , and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard , at the signe of the three Kings . 1633 .

The Sceane PARMA . The Actors Names . A Fryar . Nuntio to the Pope . A Nobleman . A Cittizen of Parma . Another Cittizen . A Roman Gentleman . Sonne to Florio . Nephew to Donado . A suppos'd Phisitian . Seruant to Soranzo . Seruant to Bergetto . Woemen . Daughter to Florio . Wife to Richardetto His Neece . Tutresse to Annabella .
To the truely Noble , Iohn , Earle of Peterborough , Lord Mordant , Baron of Turuey . My LORD ,

WHere a Truth of Meritt hath a generall warrant , There Loue is but a Debt , Acknowledgement a Iustice . Greatnesse cannot often claime Virtue by Inheritance ; Yet in this , YOVRS appeares most Eminent , for that you are not more rightly Heyre to your Fortunes , then Glory shal be to your Memory . Sweetenesse of disposition ennobles a freedome of Birth ; in BOTH , your lawfull Interest adds Honour to your owne Name , and mercy to my presumption . Your Noble allowance of These First Fruites of my leasure in the Action , emboldens my confidence , of your as noble construction in this Presentment : especially since my Seruice must euer owe particular duty to your Fauours , by a patticular Ingagement . The Grauity of the Subiect may easily excuse the leightnesse of the Title : otherwise , I had beene a seuere Iudge against mine owne guilt . Princes haue vouchsaf't Grace to trifles , offred from a purity of Deuotion , your Lordship may like wise please , to admit into your good opinion , with these weake endeuours , the constancy of Affection from the sincere Louer of your Deserts in Honour

IOHN FORD .
To my Friend the Author . WIth admiration I behel'd This Whore Adorn'd with Beauty , such as might restore ( If euer being as Thy Muse hath fam'd ) Her Giouanni , in his loue vnblam'd : The ready Graces lent their willing ayd , Pallas her selfe now playd the Chamber-maide And help't to put her Dressings on : secure Rest Thou , that Thy Name herein shull endure To th' end of Age ; and Annabella bee Gloriously Faire , euen in her Infamie . THOMAS ELLICE .
T' is Pitty Shee 's a WHOORE .
Enter Fryar and Giouanni . Fryar . DIspute no more in this , for know ( young man ) These are no Schoole-points ; nice Philosophy May tolerate vnlikely arguments , But Heauen admits no jest ; wits that presum'd On wit too much , by striuing how to proue There was no God ; with foolish grounds of Art , Discouer'd first the neerest way to Hell ; And fild the world with deuelish Atheisme : Such questions youth are fond ; For better 't is , To blesse the Sunne , then reason why it shines ; Yet hee thou talk'st of , is aboue the Sun , No more ; I may not heare it . Gio. Gentle Father , To you I haue vnclasp't my burthened soule , Empty'd the store-house of my thoughts and heart , Made my selfe poore of secrets ; haue not left Another word vntold , which hath not spoke All what I euer durst , or thinke , or know ; And yet is here the comfort I shall haue , Must I not doe , what all men else may , loue ? Fry . Yes . you may loue faire sonne . Gio. Must I not praise That beauty , which if fram'd a new , the gods Would make a god of , if they had it there ; And kneele to it , as I doo kneele to them ? Fry . Why foolish mad-man ? Gio. Shall a peeuish sound , A customary forme , from man to man , Of brother and of sister , be a barre Twixt my perpetuall happinesse and mee ? Say that we had one father , say one wombe , ( Curse to my ioyes ) gaue both vs life , and birth ; Are wee not therefore each to other bound So much the more by Nature ; by the the links Of blood , of reason ; Nay if you will hav 't , Euen of Religion , to be euer one , One soule , one flesh , one loue , one heart , one All ? Fry . Haue done vnhappy youth , for thou art lost . Gio. Shall then , ( for that I am her brother borne ) My ioyes be euer banisht from her bed ? No Father ; in your eyes I see the change . Of pitty and compassion : from your age As from a sacred Oracle . distills The life of Counsell : tell mee holy man , What Cure shall giue me ease in these extreames . Fry . Repentance ( sonne ) and sorrow for this sinne : For thou hast mou'd a Maiesty aboue With thy vn-rannged ( almost ) Blasphemy . Gio. O doe not speake of that ( deare Confessor ) Fry, Art thou ( my sonne ) that miracle of Wit , Who once within these three Moneth's wert esteem'd A wonder of thine age , throughout Bononia ? How did the Vniuersity applaud Thy Gouerment , Behauiour , Learning , Speech , Sweetnesse , and all that could make vp a man ? I was proud of my Tutellage , and chose Rather to leaue my Bookes , then part with thee , I did so : but the fruites of all my hopes Are lost in thee , as thou art in thy selfe . O Giouanni : hast thou left the Schooles Of Knowledge , to conuerse with Lust and Death ? ( For Death waites on thy Lust ) looke through the World , And thou shalt see a thousand faces shine More glorious , then this Idoll thou ador'st : Leaue her , and take thy choyce , 't is much lesse sinne , Though in such games as those , they lose that winne . Gio. It were more ease to stop the Ocean From floates and ebbs , then to disswade my vowes . Fry . Then I haue done , and in thy wilfull flame : Already see thy ruine ; Heauen is iust , Yet heare my counsell . Gio. As a voyce of life . Fry . Hye to thy Fathers house , there locke thee fast Alone within thy Chamber , then fall downe On both thy knees , and grouell on the ground : Cry to thy heart , wash euery word thou vtter'st In teares , ( and if 't bee possible ) of blood : Begge Heauen to cleanse the leprosie of Lust That rots thy Soule , acknowledge what thou art , A wretch , a worme , a nothing : weepe , sigh , pray Three times a day , and three times euery night : For seuen dayes space doe this , then if thou find'st No change in thy desires , returne to me : I 'le thinke on remedy , pray for thy selfe At home , whil'st I pray for thee here — away , My blessing with thee , wee haue neede to pray . Gio. All this I 'le doe , to free mee from the rod Of vengeance , else I 'le sweare , my Fate 's my God , Exeunt . Enter Grimaldi and Vasques ready to fight . Vas. Come sir , stand to your tackling , if you proue Crauen , I 'le make you run quickly . Gri. Thou art no equall match for mee . Vas.

Indeed I neuer went to the warres to bring home newes , nor cannot play the Mountibanke for a meales meate , and sweare I got my wounds in the field : see you these gray haires , they 'le not flinch for a bloody nose , wilt thou to this geere ?

Gri.

Why slaue , think'st thou I 'le ballance my reputation With a Cast-suite ; Call thy Maister , he shall know that I dare —

Vas.

Scold like a Cot-queane ( that 's your Profession ) thou poore shaddow of a Souldier , I will make thee know , my Maister keepes Seruants , thy betters in quality and performance : Com'st thou to fight or prate ?

Gri. Neither with thee , I am a Romane . and a Gentleman , one that haue got Mine honour with expence of blood , Vas. You are a lying Coward , and a foole , fight , or by these Hilts I 'le kill thee — braue my Lord , — you 'le fight . Gri. Prouoake me not , for if thou dost — They fight , Grimal . hath the worst Vas. Haue you . Enter Florio , Donado , Soranzo . Flo. What meaned these sudden broyles so neare my dores ? Haue you not other places , but my house To vent the spleene of your disordered bloods ? Must I be haunted still with such vnrest , As not to eate , or sleepe in peace at home ? Is this your loue Grimaldi ? Fie , t' is naught . Do. And Vasques . I may tell thee 't is not well To broach these quarrels , you are euer forward In seconding contentions . Enter aboue Annabella and Putana . Flo. What 's the ground ? Sor. That with your patience Signiore , I 'le resolue This Gentleman , whom fame reports a souldier , ( For else I know not ) riuals mee in loue To Signior Florio's Daughter ; to whose eares He still preferrs his suite to my disgrace , Thinking the way to recommend himselfe , Is to disparage me in his report : But know Grimaldi , though ( may be ) thou art My equall in thy blood , yet this bewrayes A lownesse in thy minde ; which wer 't thou Noble Thou would it as much disdaine , as I doe thee For this vnworthinesse ; and on this ground I will'd my Seruant to correct this tongue , Holding a man , so base , no match for me . Vas.

And had your suddane comming prevented vs , I had let my Gentleman blood vnder the gilles ; I should haue worm'd you Sir , for running madde .

Gri. I le be reueng'd Soranzo . Vas

On a dish of warme-broth to stay your stomack , doe honest Innocence , doe ; spone-meat is a wholesomer dyet then a spannish blade .

Gri. remember this . Sor. I feare thee not Grimaldi . Ex. Gri : Flo. My Lord Soranzo , this is strange to me , Why you should storme , hauing my word engag'd : Owing her heart , what neede you doubt her eare ? Loosers may talke by law of any game . Vas. Yet the villaine of words , signior Florio may be such , As would make any vnspleen'd Doue , Chollerick , Blame not my Lord in this . Flo. Be you more silent , I would not for my wealth , my daughters loue Should cause the spilling of one drop of blood . Vasques put vp , let 's end this fray in wine . Exeunt . Putana

How like you this child ? here 's threatning challenging , quarrelling , and fighting , on euery side , and all is for your sake ; you had neede looke to your selfe ( Chardge ) you 'le be stolne away sleeping else shortly .

Annabella : But ( Tutresse ) such a life , giues no content To me , my thoughts are fixt on other ends ; Would you would leaue me . Put. Leaue you ? no maruaile else ; leaue me , no leauing ( Chardge ) This is loue outright , Indeede I blame you not , you haue Choyce fit for the best Lady in Italy . Anna. Pray doe not talke so much . Put.

Take the worst with the best , there 's Grimaldi the souldier a very well-timbred fellow : they say he is a Roman , Nephew to the Duke Mount Ferratto , they say he did good service in the warrs against the Millanoys , but faith ( Chardge ) I doe not like him , and be for nothing , but for being a souldier ; one amongst twenty of your skirmishing Captaines , but haue some pryuie may me or other , that marres their standing vpright , I like him the worse , hee crinckles so much in the hams ; though hee might serue , if their were no more men , yet hee 's not the man I would choose .

Anna.

Fye how thou prat'st .

Put.

As I am a very woman , I like Signiour Soranzo , well ; hee is wise , and what is more , rich ; and what is more then that , kind , and what is more then all this , a Noble-man ; such a one were I the faire Annabella , my selfe , I would wish and pray for : then hee is bountifull ; beside hee is handsome , and , by my troth , I thinke wholsome : ( and that 's newes in a gallant of three and twenty . ) liberall that I know : louing , that you know ; and a man sure , else hee could neuer ha' purchast such a good name , with Hippolita the lustie Widdow in her husbands life time : And t' were but for that report ( sweet heart ) would 'ee were thine : Commend a man for his qualities , but take a husband as he is a plaine-sufficient , naked man : such a one is for your bed , and such a one is Signior Soranzo my life for 't .

Anna.

Sure the woman tooke her mornings Draught to soone .

Enter Begetto and Poggio . Put. But looke ( sweet heart , ) looke what thinge comes now : Here 's another of your cyphers to fill vp the number : Oh braue old Ape in a silken Coate , obserue . Ber. Did'st thou thinke Poggio , that I would spoyle my New cloathes , and leaue my dinner to fight . Pog. No Sir , I did not take you for so arrant a babie . Ber. I am wyser then so : for I hope Poggio . thou Neuer heard'st of an elder brother , that was a Coxcomb , Did'st Poggio ? Pog.

Neuer indeede Sir , as long as they had either land or mony left them to inherit .

Ber.

Is it possible Poggio ? oh monstruous ! why I le vndertake , with a handfull of siluer , to buy a headfull of wit at any tyme , but sirrah , I haue another purchase in hand , I shall haue the wench myne vnckle sayes , I will but wash my face , and shift socks , and then haue at her yfaith — Marke my pace Poggio .

Pog.

Sir I haue seene an . Asse , and a Mule trot the Spannish pauin with a better grace , I know not how often .

Exeunt Anna. This Ideot haunts me too . Put.

I , I , he needes no discription , the rich Magnifico , that is below with your Father ( Chardge ) Signior Donado his Vnckle ; for that he meanes to make this his Cozen a golden calfe , thinkes that you wil be a right Isralite , and fall downe to him presently : but I hope I haue tuterd you better : they say a fooles bable is a Ladies play fellow : yet you hauing wealth enough , you neede not cast vpon the dearth of flesh at any rate : hang him Innocent .

Enter Giouanni . Anna. But see Putana , see : what blessed shape Of some caelestiall Creature now appeares ? What man is hee , that with such sad aspect Walkes carelesse of him selfe ? Put. Where Anna. Looke below . Put, Oh , 't is your brother sweet — Anna. Ha! Put. 'T is your brother . Anna, Sure 't is not hee , this is some woefull thinge Wrapt vp in griefe , some shaddow of a man . Alas hee beats his brest , and wipes his eyes Drown'd all in teares : me thinkes I heare him sigh . Lets downe Putana ? and pertake the cause , I know my Brother in the Loue he beares me , Will not denye me partage in his sadnesse , My soule is full of heauinesse and feare . Exit . Gio. Lost , I am lost : my fates haue doom'd my death : The more I striue , I loue , the more I loue , The lesse I hope : I see my ruine , certaine . What Iudgement , or endeuors could apply To my incurable and restlesse wounds , I throughly haue examin'd , but in vaine : O that it were not in Religion sinne , To make our loue a God , and worship it . I haue euen wearied heauen with prayers , dryed vp The spring of my continuall teares , euen steru'd My veines with dayly fasts : what wit or Art Could Counsaile , I haue practiz'd ; but alas I find all these but dreames , and old mens tales To fright vnsteedy youth ; I 'me still the same , Or I must speake , or burst ; t is not I know , My lust ; but t is my fare that leads me on . Keepe feare and low faint hearted shame with slaues , I le tell her , that I loue her , though my heart Were rated at the price of that attempt . Oh me ! she comes . Enter Anna and Putana . Anna. Brother . Gio. If such a thing As Courage dwell in men , ( yee heauenly powers ) Now double all that vertue in my tongue . Anna. Why Brother , will you not speake to me ? Gio. Yes ; how d' ee Sister ? Anna. Howsoeuer I am , me thinks you are not well . Put. Blesse vs why are you so sad Sir . Gio. Let me intreat you leaue vs a while , Putana , Sister , I would be pryuate with you . Anna. With-drawe Putana . Put.

I will , If this were any other Company for her , I should thinke my absence an office of some credit ; but I will leaue them together .

Exit Putana : Gio. Come Sister lend your hand , let 's walke together . I hope you neede not blush to walke with mee , Here 's none but you and I . Anna. How 's this ? Gio. Faith I meane no harme . Anna. Harme ? Gio. No good faith ; how is t with 'ee ? Anna. I trust hee be not franticke I am very well brother . Gio. Trust me but I am sicke , I feare so sick , 'T will cost my life . Anna. Mercy forbid it : 't is not so I hope . Gio. I thinke you loue me Sister . Anna. Yes you know , I doe . Gio. I know 't indeed — y' are very faire . Anna. Nay then I see you haue a merry sicknesse , Gio. That 's as it proues : they Poets faigne ( I read ) That Iuno for her forehead did exceede All other goddesses : but I durst sweare , Your forehead exceeds hers , as hers did theirs . Anna. Troth this is pretty . Gio. Such a paire of starres . As are thine eyes , would ( like Promethean fire . ) ( If gently glaun'st ) giue life to senselesse stones . Anna. Fie vpon 'ee , Gio. The Lilly and the Rose most sweetly strainge Vpon your dimpled Cheekes doe striue for change . Such lippes would tempt a Saint ; such hands as those Would make an Anchoret Lasciuious . Anna. D' ee mock mee ' , or flatter mee , Gio. If you would see a beauty more exact Then Art can counter fit , or nature frame , Looke in your glasse , and there behold your owne . Anna. O you are a trime youth . Gio. Here . Offers his Dagger to her . Anna. What to doe . Gio. And here 's my breast , strick home . Rip vp my bosome , there thou shalt behold A heart , in which is writ the truth I speake . Why stand re ? Anna. Are you earnest ? Gio. Yes most earnest . You cannot loue ? Anna. Whom . Gio. Me , my tortur'd soule Hath felt affliction in the heate of Death . O Annabella I am quite vndone , The loue of thee ( my sister ) and the view Of thy immortall beauty hath vntun'd All harmony both of my rest and life , Why d' ee not strike ? Anna. Forbid it my iust feares , If this be true , 't were fitter I were dead . Gio. True Annabella ; 't is no time to iest , I haue too long supprest the hidden flames That almost haue consum'd me ; I haue spent Many a silent night in sighes and groanes , Ran ouer all my thoughts , despis'd my Fate , Reason'd against the reasons of my loue , Done all that smooth'd-cheeke Vertue could aduise , But found all bootelesse ; 't is my destiny , That you must eyther loue , or I must dye . Anna. Comes this in sadnesse from you ? Gio , Let some mischiefe Befall me soone , if I dissemble ought . Anna. You are my brother Giouanni . Gio. You , My Sister Annabella ; I know this : And could afford you instance why to loue So much the more for this ; to which intent Wise Nature first in your Creation ment To make you mine : else 't had beene sinne and foule , To share one beauty to a double soule . Neerenesse in birth or blood , doth but perswade A neerer neerenesse in affection . I haue askt Counsell of the holy Church , Who tells mee I may loue you , and 't is iust , That since I may , I should ; and will , yes will : Must I now liue , or dye ? Anna. Liue , thou hast wonne The field , and neuer fought ; what thou hast vrg'd , My captiue heart had long agoe resolu'd . I blush to tell thee , ( but I 'le tell thee now ) For euery sigh that thou hast spent for me , I haue sigh'd ten ; for euery teare shed twenty : And not so much for that I lou'd , as that I durst not say I lou'd ; nor scarcely thinke it . Gio. Let not this Musicke be a dreame ( yee gods ) For pittie's-sake I begge 'ee . Anna. On my knees , Shee kneeles . Brother , euen by our Mothers dust , I charge you , Doe not betray mee to your mirth or hate , Loue mee , or kill me Brother . Gio. On my knees , He kneeles . Sister , euen by my Mothers dust I charge you , Doe not betray mee to your mirth or hate , Loue mee , or kill mee Sister . Anna. You meane good sooth then ? Gio. In good troth I doe , And so doe you I hope : say , I 'm in earnest : Anna. I 'le swear 't and I . Gio. And I , and by this kisse , Kisses her . ( Once more , yet once more , now let 's rise , by this ) I would not change this minute for Elyzium , What must we now doe ? Anna. What you will . Gio. Come then , After so many teares as wee haue wept , Let 's learne to court in smiles , to kisse and sleepe . Exeunt . Enter Florio and Donado . Elo. Signior Donado , you haue sayd enough , I vnderstand you , but would haue you know , I will not force my Daughter 'gainst her will . You see I haue but two , a Sonne and Her ; And hee is so deuoted to his Booke , As I must tell you true , I doubt his health : Should he miscarry , all my hopes rely Vpon my Girle ; as for worldly Fortune , I am I thanke my Starres , blest with enough : My Care is how to match her to her liking , I would not haue her marry Wealth , but Loue , And if she like your Nephew , let him haue her , Here 's all that I can say . Do. Sir you say well , Like a true father , and for my part , I If the young folkes can like , ( twixt you and me' ) Will promise to assure my Nephew presently , Three thousand Florrens yeerely during life , And after I am dead , my whole estate . Flo. 'T is a faire proffer sir , meane time your Nephew Shall haue free passage to commence his suite ; If hee can thriue , hee shall haue my consent , So for this time I 'le leaue you Signior . Exit . Do. Well , Here 's hope yet , if my Nephew would haue wit , But hee is such another Dunce , I feare Hee 'le neuer winne the Wench ; when I was young I could haue done 't y faith , and so shall hee If hee will learne of mee ; and in good time Hee comes himselfe . Enter Bergetto and Poggio . Pog. How now Bergetto , whether away so fast ? Ber.

Oh Vnkle , I haue heard the strangest newes that euer came out of the Mynt , haue I not Poggio .

Pog.

Yes indeede Sir .

Do.

What newes Bergetto ?

Ber.

Why looke yee Vnkle ? my Barber told me iust now that there is a fellow come to Towne , who vndertakes to make a Mill goe without the mortall helpe of any water or winde , onely with Sand-bags : and this fellow hath a strange Horse , a most excellent beast , I 'le assure you Vnkle , ( my Barber sayes ) whose head to the wonder of all Christian people , stands iust behind where his tayle is , is 't nor true Poggio ?

Pog.

So the Barber swore for sooth .

Do.

And you are running hither ?

Ber.

I forsooth Vnkle .

Do.

Wilt thou be a Foole stil ? come sir , you shall not goe , you haue more mind of a Puppet-play , then on the businesse I told y'ee : why thou great Baby , wu't neuer haue wit , wu't make thy selfe a May-game to all the world ?

Pog.

Answere for your selfe Maister .

Ber.

Why Vnkle , shu'd I sit at home still , and not goe abroad to see fashions like other gallants ?

Do.

To see hobby-horses : what wise talke I pray had you with Annabella , when you were at Signior Florio's house ?

Ber.

Oh the wench : vds sa' me , Vnkle ; I tickled her with a rare speech , that I made her almost burst her belly with laughing .

Do.

Nay I thinke so , and what speech was 't ?

Ber.

What did I say Poggio ?

Pog.

For sooth my Maister said , that hee loued her almost aswell as hee loued Parmasent , and swore ( I 'le be sworne for him ) . that shee wanted but such a Nose as his was , to be as pretty a young woeman , as any was in Parma .

Do.

Oh grose !

Ber.

Nay Vnkle , then shee ask't mee , whether my Father had any more children then my selfe : and I sayd no , 't were better hee should haue had his braynes knockt out first .

Do.

This is intolerable .

Ber.

Then sayd shee , will Signior Donado your Vnkle leaue you all his wealth ?

Do.

Ha! that was good , did she harpe vpon that string ?

Ber.

Did she harpe vpon that string , I that she did : I answered , leaue me all his wealth ? why woeman , hee hath no other wit , if hee had , he should heare on 't to his euer lasting glory and confusion : I know ( quoth I ) I am his white boy , and will not be guld : and with that she fell into a great smile , and went away . Nay I did fit her .

Do. Ah sirrah , then I see there is no changing of nature , Well Bergetto , I feare thou wilt be a very Asse still . Ber. I should be sorry for that Vnkle . Do.

Come , come you home with me , since you are no better a speaker , I 'le haue you write to her after some courtly manner , and inclose some rich Iewell in the Letter .

Ber.

I marry , that will be excellent .

Do. Peace innocent , Once in my time I 'le set my wits to schoole , If all faile , 't is but the fortune of a foole . Ber. Poggio , 't will doe Poggio . Exeunt .
Actus Secundus . Enter Giouanni and Annabella , as from their Chamber . Gio. Come Annabella , no more Sister now , But Loue ; a name more Gracious , doe not blush , ( Beauties sweete wonder ) but be proud , to know That yeelding thou hast conquer'd , and inflam'd A heart whose tribute is thy brothers life . Anna. And mine is his , oh how these stolne contents Would print a modest Crymson on my cheekes , Had any but my hearts delight preuail'd . Gio. I maruaile why the chaster of your sex Should thinke this pretty toye call'd Maiden-head , So strange a losse , when being lost , 't is nothing , And you are still the same . Anna. 'T is well for you , Now you can talke . Gio. Musicke aswell consists In th' eare , as in the playing . Anna. Oh y' are wanton , Tell on 't , y' are best , doe . Gio. Thou wilt chide me then , Kisse me , so ; thus hung Ioue on Laeda's necke , And suck't diuine Ambrosia from her lips : I enuy not the mightiest man aliue , But hold my selfe in being King of thee , More great , then were I King of all the world : But I shall lose you Sweet-heart . Anna. But you shall not . Gio. You must be married Mistres . Anna. Yes , to whom ? Gio. Some one must haue you . Anna. You must . Gio. Nay some other . Anna. Now prithee do not speake so , without iesting You 'le make me weepe in earnest . Gio. What you will not . But tell me sweete , can'st thou be dar'd to sweare That thou wilt liue to mee , and to no other ? Anna. By both our loues I dare , for didst thou know My Giouanni , how all suiters seeme To my eyes hatefull , thou wouldst trust mee then . Gio. Enough , I take thy word ; Sweet we must part , Remember what thou vow'st , keepe well my heart . Anna. Will you begon ? Gio. I must . Anna. When to returne ? Gio. Soone . Anna. Looke you doe . Gio. Farewell . Exit . Anna. Goe where thou wilt , in mind I 'le keepe thee here , And where thou art , I know I shall be there Guardian . Enter Putana . Put. Child , how is 't child ? well , thanke Heauen , hal Anna. O Guardian , what a Paradise of joy Haue I past ouer ! Put.

Nay what a Paradise of ioy haue you past vnder ? why now I commend thee ( Chardge ) feare nothing , ( sweete-heart ) what though hee be your Brother ; your Brother 's a man I hope , and I say still , if a young Wench feele the fitt vpon her , let her take any body , Father or Brother , all is one .

Anna.

I would not haue it knowne for all the world .

Put.

Nor I indeed , for the speech of the people ; else 't were nothing .

Florio within —

Daughter Annabella .

Anna.

O mee ! my Father , — here Sir , — reach my worke .

Flo. within .

What are you doeing ?

An.

So , let him come now ,

Enter Florio , Richardetto , like a Doctor of Phisicke , and Philotis with a Lute in her hand . Flo.

So hard at worke , that 's well ; you lose no time , looke , I haue brought you company , here 's one , a learned Doctor , lately come from Padua , much skild in Physicke , and for that I see you haue of late beene sickly , I entreated this reuerent man to visit you some time .

Anna. Y' are very welcome Sir . Richard . I thanke you Mistresse , Loud Fame in large report hath spoke your praise , Aswell for Vertue as perfection : For which I haue beene bold to bring with mee A Kins-woeman of mine , a maide , for song , And musicke , one perhaps will giue content , Please you to know her . Anna. They are parts I loue , And shee for them most welcome . Phi. Thanke you Lady . Flo. Sir now you know my house , pray make not strange , And if you finde my Daughter neede your Art , I 'le be your pay-master . Rich. Sir , what I am shee shall command . Flo. You shall bind me to you , Daughter , I must haue conference with you , About some matters that concernes vs both . Good Maister Doctor , please you but walke in , Wee 'le craue a little of your Cozens cunning : I thinke my Girle hath not quite forgot To touch an Instrument , she could haue don 't , Wee 'le heare them both . Rich. I 'le waite vpon you sir . Exeunt . Enter Soranzo in his study reading a Booke . Loues measure is extreame , the comfort , paine : The life vnrest , and the reward disdaine What 's here ? looke o're againe , 't is so , so writes This smooth licentious Poet in his rymes . But Sanazar thou lyest , for had thy bosome Felt such oppression as is laid on mine , Thou wouldst haue kist the rod that made the smart . To worke then happy Muse , and contradict What Sanazer hath in his enuy writ . Loues measure is the meane , sweet his annoyes , His pleasures life , and his reward all ioyes . Had Annabella liu'd when Sanazar Did in his briefe Enconium celebrate Venice that Queene of Citties , he had left That Verse which gaind him such a sume of Gold , And for one onely looke from Annabell Had writ of her , and her diuiner cheekes , O how my thoughts are — Vasques within —

Pray forbeare , in rules of Ciuility , lot me giue notice on 't : I shall be tax't of my neglect of duty and seruice .

Soran. What rude intrusion interrupts my peace , Can I be no where priuate ? Vas. within . Troth you wrong your modesty . Soran. What 's the matter Vasques , who is 't ? Enter Hipplita and Vasques . Hip. 'T is I : Doe you know mee now ? looke periurd man on her Whom thou and thy distracted lust haue wrong'd , Thy sensuall rage of blood hath made my youth Ascorne to men and Angels , and shall I Be now a foyle to thy vnsated change ? Thou knowst ( false wanton ) when my modest fame Stood free from staine , or scandall , all the charmes Of Hell or sorcery could not preuaile Against the honour of my chaster bosome : Thyne eyes did pleade in teares , thy tongue in oathes Such and so many , that a heart of steele Would haue beene wrought to pity , as was mine : And shall the Conquest of my lawfull bed , My husbands death vrg'd on by his disgrace , My losse of woeman-hood be ill rewarded With hatred and contempt ? No , know Soranzo , I haue a spirit doth as much distast The slauery of fearing thee , as thou Dost loath the memory of what hath past . Soran. Nay deare Hippolita . Hip. Call me not deare , Nor thinke with supple words to smooth the grosenesse Of my abuses ; 't is not your new Mistresse , Your goodly Madam Merchant shall triumph On my deiection ; tell her thus from mee , My byrth was Nobler , and by much more Free . Soran. You are too violent . Hip. You are too double In your dissimulation , see'st thou this , This habit , these blacke mourning weedes of Care , 'T is thou art cause of this , and hast divorc't My husband from his life and me from him , And made me Widdow in my widdow-hood . Soran. Will you yet heare ? Hip. More of the periuries ? Thy soule is drown'd too deepely in those sinnes , Thou need'st not add to 'th number . Soran. Then I 'le leaue you , You are past all rules of sence . Hip. And thou of grace . Vas.

Fy Mistresse , you , are not neere the limits of reason , if my Lord had a resolution as noble as Vertue it selfe , you take the course to vnedge it all . Sir I beseech you doe not perplexe her , griefes ( alas ) will haue a vent , I dare vndertake Madam Hippolita will now freely heare you .

Soran. Talke to a woman frantick , are these the fruits of your loue ? Hip. They are the fruites of thy vntruth , false man , Didst thou not sweare , whil'st no happinese on earth More then to call me wife ? didst thou not vow When hee should dye to marry mee ? for which The Deuill in my blood , and thy protests Caus'd mee to Counsaile him to vndertake A voyage to Ligorne , for that we heard , His Brother there was dead , and left a Daughter Young and vnfriended , who with much adoe I wish't him to bring hither ; hee did so , And went ; and as thou know'st dyed on the way . Vnhappy man to buy his death so deare With my aduice ; yet thou for whom I did it , Forget'st thy vowes , and leau'st me to my shame . Soran. Who could helpe this ? Hip. Who ? periur'd man thou couldst , If thou hadst faith or loue . Soran. You are deceiu'd , The vowes I made , ( if you remember well ) Were wicked and vnlawfull , 't were more sinne To keepe them , then to breake them ; as for mee I cannot maske my penitence , thinke thou How much thou hast digrest from honest shame , In bringing of a gentleman to death Who was thy husband , such a one as hee , So noble in his quality , condition , Learning , behauiour , entertainment , loue , As Parma could not shew a brauer man . Vas, You doe not well , this was not your promise . Soran. I care not , let her know her monstrous life , Ere I 'le be seruile to so blacke a sinne , I 'le be a Curse ; woeman , come here no more , Learne to repent and dye ; for by my honour I hate thee and thy lust ; you haue beene too foule . Vas. This part has beene scuruily playd . Hip. How foolishly this beast contemnes his Fate , And shuns the vse of that , which I more scorne Then I once lou'd his loue ; but let him goe , She offers to goe away . My vengeance shall giue comfort to his woe . Vas. Mistresse , Mistresse Madam Hippolita , Pray a word or two . Hip. With mee Sir ? Vas. With you if you please . Hip. What is 't ? Vas.

I know you are infinitely mou'd now , and you thinke you haue cause , some I confesse you haue , but sure not so much as you imagine .

Hip.

Indeed .

Vas.

O you were miserably bitter , which you followed euen to the last sillable : Faith you were somewhat too shrewd , by my life you could not haue tooke my Lord in a worse time , since I first knew him : tomorrow you shall finde him a new man .

Hip.

Well , I shall waite his leasure .

Vas.

Fie , this is not a hearty patience , it comes sowerly from you , troth let me perswade you for once .

Hip. I haue it and it shall be so ; thanks opportunity — perswade me to what — Vas.

Visitt him in some milder temper , O if you could but master a little your femall spleen , how might you winne him !

Hip.

Hee wil neuer loue me : Vasques , thou hast bin a too trusty seruant to such a master , & I beleeue thy reward in the end wil fal out like mine .

Vas.

So perhaps too .

Hip.

Resolue thy selfe it will ; had I one so true , so truely honest , so secret to my Counsels , as thou hast beene to him and his , I should thinke it a flight acquittance , not onely to make him Maister of all I haue , but euen of my selfe .

Vas.

O you are a noble Gentlewoman .

Hip.

Wu't thou feede alwayes vpon hopes ? well , I know thou art wise , and see'st the reward of an old seruant dally what it is

Vas.

Beggery and neglect .

Hip.

True , but Vasques , wer 't thou mine , and wouldst bee priuate to me and my designes ; I here protest my selfe , and all what I can else call myne , should be at thy dispose .

Vas.

Worke you that way old moule ? then I haue the wind of you — I were not worthy of it , by any desert that could lye — within my compasse ; if I could —

Hip.

What then ?

Vas.

I should then hope to liue in these my old yeares with rest and security .

Hip. Giue me thy hand , now promise but thy silence , And helpe to bring to passe a plot I haue ; And here in sight of Heauen , ( that being done ) I make thee Lord of mee and mine estate . Vas. Come you are merry , This is such a happinesse that I can Neither thinke or beleeue . Hip. Promise thy secresie , and 't is confirm'd . Vas.

Then here I call our good Genij foe-witnesses , whatsoeuer your designes are , or against whomsoeuer , I will not onely be a speciall actor therein , but neuer disclose it till it be effected .

Hip. I take thy word , and with that , thee for mine : Come then , let 's more conferre of this anon . On this delicious bane my thoughts shall banquet , Reuenge shall sweeten what my griefes haue tasted . Exeunt . Enter Richardetto and Philotis . Richar. Thou see'st ( my louely Necce ) these strange mishaps , How all my fortunes turne to my disgrace , Wherein I am but as a looker on , Whiles others act my shame , and I am silent . Phi. But Vnkle , wherein can this borrowed shape Giue you content ? Richard . I 'le tell thee gentle Neece , Thy wanton Aunt in her lasciuious riotts Liues now secure , thinkes I am surely dead In my late Iourney to Ligorne for you ; ( As I haue caus'd it to be rumord out ) Now would I see with what an impudence Shee giues scope to her loose adultery , And how the Common voyce allowes hereof : Thus farre I haue preuail'd . Phi. Alas , I feare You meane some strange reuenge . Richard . O be not troubled , Your ignorance shall pleade for you in all , But to our businesse , what , you learnt for certaine How Signior Florio meanes to giue his Daughter In marriage to Soranzo ? Phi. Yes for certaine . Richard . But how finde you young Annabella's loue , Inclind to him ? Phi. For ought I could perceiue , Shee neyther fancies him or any else . Richard . There 's Mystery in that which time must shew , Shee vs'd you kindly . Phi. Yes . Richard . And crau'd your company ? Phi. Often . Richard . 'T is well , it goes as I could wish , I am the Doctor now , and as for you , None knowes you ; if all faile not we shall thriue . But who comes here ? Enter Grimaldi . I know him , 't is Grimaldi , A Roman and a souldier , neere allyed Vnto the Duke of Montferrato , one Attending on the Nuntio of the Pope That now resides in Parma , by which meanes He hopes to get the loue of Annabella , Gri. Saue you Sir . Richard . And you Sir . Gri. I haue heard Of your approu'd skill , which through the City Is freely talkt of , and would craue your ayd . Richard . For what Sir ? Gri. Marry sir for this — But I would speake in Priuate . Richard . Leaue vs Cozen . Exit Phi. Gri. I loue faire Annabella , and would know Whether in Arts there may not be receipts To moue affection . Richard . Sir perhaps there may , But these will nothing profit you . Gri. Not mee ? Richard . Vnlesse I be mistooke , you are a man Greatly in fauour with the Cardinall . Gri. What of that ? Richard . In duty to his Grace , I will be bold to tell you , if you seeke To marry Florio's daughter , you must first Remoue a barre twixt you and her . Gri. Whos 's that ? Richard: Soranzo is the man that hath her heart , And while hee liues , be sure you cannot speed . Gri. Soranzo , what mine Enemy , is 't hee ? Richard . Is hee your Enemy ? Gri. The man I hate , Worse then Confusion : I 'le tell him streight . Richard . Nay , then take mine aduice , ( Euen for his Graces sake the Cardinall ) I 'le finde a time when hee and shee doe meete , Of which I 'le giue you notice , and to be sure Hee shall not scape you , I 'le prouide a poyson To dip your Rapiers poynt in , if hee had As many heads as ( Hidra had , he dyes . Gri. But shall I trust thee Doctor ? Richard . As your selfe , Doubt not in ought ; thus shall the Fates decree , By me Soranzo falls , that min'd mee . Exeunt . Enter Donado , Bergetto and Peggio . Do.

Well Sir , I must bee content to be both your Secretary and your Messenger my selfe ; I cannot tell what this Letter may worke , but as sure as I am aliue , if thou come ore to talke with her , I feare thou wu't marre whatsoeuer I make .

Ber.

You make Vnkle ? why am not I bigge enough to carry mine owne Letter I pray ?

Do.

I , I carry a fooles head o' thy owne ; why thou Dunce , wouldst thou write a letter , and carry it thy selfe

Ber.

Yes that I wudd , and reade it to her with my owne mouth , for you must thinke , if shee will not beleeue me my selfe when she heares me speake ; she will not beleeue anothers hand-writing . O you thinke I am a blocke-head Vnkle , no sir , Poggio knowes I haue indited a letter my selfe , so I haue .

Pog.

Yes truely sir , I haue it in my pocket .

Do.

A sweate one no doubt , pray let 's see 't .

Ber.

I cannot reade my owne hand very well Poggio , Reade it Poggio .

Do.

Begin .

Poggio reades Pog. MOst dainty and honey-sweete Mistresse ,

I could call you faire , and lie as fast as any that loues you , but my Vnkle being the older man , I leaue it to him , as more fit for his age , and the colour of his beard : I am wise enough to tell you I can board where I see occasian , or if you like my Vnkles wit better then mine , you shall marry mee ; if you like mine better then his , I will marry you in spight of your teeth ; So commonding my best parts to you , I rest .

Yours vpwards and downewards , or you may chose , Bergetto . Ber. Ah ha , here 's stuffe Vnkle . Do. Here 's stuffe indeed to shame vs all , Pray whose aduice did you take in this learned Letter ? Pog. None vpon my word , but mine owne . Ber.

And mine Vnkle , beleeue it , no bodies else ; 't was mine owne brayne , I thanke a good wit for 't .

Do.

Get you home sir , and looke yon keepe within doores till I returne .

Ber.

How ? that were a iest indeede ; I scorne it yfaith .

Do.

What you doe not ?

Ber.

Iudge me , but I doe now .

Pog.

Indeede sir 't is very vnhealthy .

Do.

Well sir , if I heare any of your apish running to motions , and fopperies till I come backe , you were as good no ; looke too 't .

Exit Do. Ber.

Poggio , shall 's steale to see this Horse with the head in 's tayle ?

Pog.

I but you must take heeds of whipping .

Ber. Dost take me for a Child Poggio , Come honest Poggio , Exeunt : Enter Fryar and Giouanni . Fry . Peace , thou hast told a tale , whose euery word Threatens eternall slaughter to the soule : I 'me sorry I haue heard it ; would mine eares Had beene one minute deafe , before the houre That thou cam'st to mee : o young man cast-away , By the relligious number of mine order , I day and might haue wak't my aged eyes , Aboue thy strength , to weepe on thy behalfe : But Heauen is angry , and be thou resolu'd , Thou art a man remark't to tast a mischiefe , Looke for 't ; though it come late , it will come sure . Gio. Father , in this you are vncharitable ; What I haue done , I 'le proue both fit and good . It is a principall ( which you haue taught When I was yet your Scholler ) that the Fame And Composition of the Minde doth follow The Frame and Composition of Body : So where the Bodies furniture is Beauty , The Mindes must needs be Vertue : which allowed . Vertue it selfe is Reason but refin'd , And Loue the Quintesence of that , this proues My Sisters Beauty being rarely Faire , Is rarely Vertuous ; chiefely in her loue , And chiefely in that Loue , her loue to me . If hers to me , then so is mine to her ; Since in like Causes are effects alike . Fry . O ignorance in knowledge , long agoe , How often haue I warn'd thee this before ? Indeede if we were sure there were no Deity , Nor Heauen nor Hell , then to be lead alone , By Natures light ( as were Philosophers Of elder times ) might instance some defence . But 't is not so ; then Madman , thou wilt finde , That Nature is in Heauens positions blind . Gio. Your age o're rules you , had you youth like mine , You 'd make her loue your heauen , and her diuine . Fry . Nay then I see th' art too farre sold to hell , It lies not in the Compasse of my prayers To call thee backe ; yet let me Counsell thee : Perswade thy sister to some marriage . Gio. Marriage ? why that 's to dambe her ; that 's to proue Her greedy of variety of lust . Fry . O fearefull ! if thou wilt not , giue me leaue To shriue her ; lest shee should dye vn-absolu'd . Gio. At your best leasure Father , then shee 'le tell you , How dearely shee doth prize my Matchlesse loue , Then you will know what pitty 't were we two Should haue beene sundred from each others armes . View well her face , and in that little round , You may obserue a world of variety ; For Colour , lips , for sweet perfumes , her breath ; For Iewels , eyes ; for threds of purest gold , Hayre ; for delicious choyce of Flowers , cheekes ; Wonder in euery portion of that Throne : Heare her but speake , and you will sweare the Sphaeres Make Musicke to the Cittizens in Heauen : But Father , what is else for pleasure fram'd , Least I offend your eares shall goe vn-nam'd . Fry . The more I heare , I pitty thee the more , That one so excellent should giue those parts : All to a second Death ; what I can doe Is but to pray ; and yet I could aduise thee , Wouldst thou be rul'd . Gio. In what ? Fry . Why leaue her yet , The Throne of Mercy is aboue your trespasse , Yet time is left you both — Gio. To embrace each other , Else let all time be strucke quite out of number ; Shee is like mee , and I like her resolu'd . Fry . No more , I 'le visit her ; this grieues me most , Things being thus , a paire of soules are lost . Exeunt . Enter Florio , Donado , Annabella , Putana . Flo. Where 's Giouanni ? Anna. Newly walk't abroad , And ( as I heard him say ) gon to the Fryar His reuerent Tutor . Flo. That 's a blessed man , A man made vp of holinesse , I hope Hee 'le teach him how to gaine another world . Do. Faire Gentlewoman , here 's a letter sent : To you from my young Cozen , I dare sweare He loues you in his soule , would you could heare Sometimes , what I see dayly , sighes and teares , As if his breast were prison to his heart . Flo. Receiue it Annabella . Anna. Alas good man . Do. What 's that she said ? Pu.

And please you sir , she sayd , alas good man , truely I doe Commend him to her euery night before her first sleepe , because I would haue her dreame of him , and shee harkens to that most relligiously .

Do.

Say'st so , godamercy Putana there 's something for thee , and prythee doe what thou canst on his behalfe ; sha'not be lost labour , take my word for 't .

Pu.

Thanke you most heartily sir , now I haue a Feeling of your mind , let mee alone to worke .

Anna.

Guardian !

Pu.

Did you call ?

Anna.

Keepe this letter ,

Do.

Signior Florio , in any case bid her reade it instantly .

Flo.

Keepe it for what ? pray reade it mee here right .

Anna.

I shall sir ,

She reades , Do.

How d' ee finde her inclin'd Signior

Flo. Troth sir I know not how ; not all so well As I could wish . Anna. Sir I am bound to rest your Cozens debter , The Iewell I 'le returne , for if he loue , I 'le count that loue a Iewell . Do. Marke you that ? Nay keepe them both sweete Maide . Anna. You must excuse mee , Indeed I will not keepe it . Flo. Where 's the Ring , That which your Mother in her will bequeath'd , And charg'd you on her blessing not to giue 't To any but your Husband ? send backe that . Anna. I haue it not , Flo. Ha I haue it not , where is 't ? Anna. My brother in the morning tooke it from me , Said he would weare 't to Day . Flo. Well , what doe you say To young Bergetto's loue ? are you content To match with him ? speake . Do. There 's the poynt indeed . Anna. What shal I doe , I must say something now . Flo. What say , why d' ee not speake ? Anna. Sir with your leaue Please you to giue me freedome . Flo. Yes you haue . Anna. Signior Donado , if your Nephew meane To rayse his better Fortunes in his match , The hope of mee will hinder such a hope ; Sir if you loue him , as I know you doe ; Find one more worthy of his choyce then mee , In short , I 'me sure , I sha'not be his wife . Do. Why here 's plaine dealing , I commend thee for 't , And all the worst I wish thee , is heauen blesse thee , Your Father yet and I will still be friends , Shall we not Signior Florio ? Flo. Yes , why not ? Looke here your Cozen comes . Enter Bergetto and Poggio . Do. Oh Coxcombe , what doth he make here ? Ber. Where 's my Vnkle sirs . Do. What 's the newes now ? Ber.

Saue you Vnkle saue you , you must not thinke I come for nothing Maisters , and how and how is 't ? what you haue read my letter , ah , there I — tickled you yfaith .

Pog.

But 't were better you had tickled her in another place .

Ber.

Sirrah Sweet-heart , I 'le tell thee a good jest , and riddle what 't is .

Anna.

You say you 'd tell mee .

Ber.

As I was walking iust now in the Streete , I mett a swaggering fellow would needs take the wall of me , and because hee did thrust me , I very valiantly cal'd him Rogue , hee hereupon bad me drawe , I told him I had more wit then so , but when hee saw that I would not , hee did so maule me with the hilts of his Rapier , that my head sung whil'st my feere caper'd in the kennell .

Do.

Was euer the like asse seene ?

Anna.

And what did you all this while ?

Ber.

Laugh at him for a gull , till I see the blood runne about mine eares , and then I could not choose but finde in my heart to cry ; till a fellow with a broad beard ; ( they say hee is a new-come Doctor ) cald mee into this house , and gaue me a playster , looke you here 't is ; and sir there was a young wench washt my face and hands most excellently , yfaith I shall loue her as long as I liue for 't , did she not Poggio ?

Pog.

Yes and kist him too .

Ber.

Why la now , you thinke I tell a lye Vnkle I warrant .

Do.

Would hee that beate thy blood out of thy head , had beaten some wit into it ; For I feare thou neuer wilt haue any .

Ber.

Oh Vnkle , but there was a wench , would haue done a mans heart good to haue lookt on her , by this light shee had a face mee-thinks worth twenty of you Mistresse Annabella .

Do,

Was euer such a foole borne ?

Anna.

I am glad shee lik't you sir .

Ber.

Are you so , by my troth I thanke you forsooth .

Flo.

Sure 't was the Doctors neece , that was last day with vs here :

Ber.

'T was shee , 't was shee .

Do.

How doe you know that simplicity ?

Ber.

Why doe's not hee say so ? if I should haue sayd no , I should haue giuen him the lye Vnkle , and so haue deseru'd a dry beating againe ; I 'le none of that .

Flo.

A very modest welbehau'd young Maide as I haue seene .

Do.

Is shee indeed ?

Flo.

Indeed Shee is , if I haue any Iudgement .

Do.

Well sir , now you are free , you need not care for sending letters , now you are dismist , your Mistresse here will none of you .

Ber.

No ; why what care I for that , I can haue Wenches enough in Parma for halfe a Crowne a peece , cannot I Poggio ?

Pog.

I 'le warrant you sir .

Do.

Signior Florio , I thanke you for your free recourse you gaue for my admittance ; and to you faire Maide that Iewell I will giue you 'gainst your marriage , come will you goe sir ?

Ber.

I marry will I Mistres , farwell Mistres , I 'le come againe to morrow — farwell Mistres .

Exit Do. Ber. & Pog. Enter Gio. Flo.

Sonne , where haue you beene ? what alone , alone , still , still ? I would not haue it so , you must forsake this ouer bookish humour . Well , your Sister hath shooke the Foole off .

Gio. 'T was no match for her . Flo. 'T was not indeed I ment it nothing lesse , Soranzo is the man I onely like ; Looke on him Annabella , come , 't is supper-time , And it growes late . Exit Florio . Gio. Whose Iewell 's that ? Anna. Some Sweet-hearts . Gio. So I thinke . Anna. A lusty youth , Signior Donado gaue it me To weare against my Marriage . Gio. But you shall not weare it , send it him backe againe . Anna. What , you are jealous ? Gio. That you shall know anon , at better leasure : Welcome sweete night , the Euening crownes the Day . Exeunt .
Actus Tertius . Enter Bergetto and Poggio . Ber.

DO'es my Vnkle thinke to make mee a Baby still ? no ,

Poggio , he shall know , I haue a skonce now .

Pog.

I let him not bobbe you off like an Ape with an apple .

Ber.

Sfoot , I will haue the wench , if he were tenne Vnkles , in despight of his nose Poggio .

Pog.

Hold him to the Grynd-stone , and giue not a jot of ground , Shee hath in a manner promised you already .

Pog. True Poggio , and her Vnkle the Doctor Swore I should marry her . Pog.

He swore I remember .

Ber.

And I will haue her that 's more ; did'st see the codpeicepoynt she gaue me , and the box of Mermalade ?

Pog.

Very well , and kist you , that my chopps watred at the sight on 't ; there 's no way but to clap vp a marriage in hugger mugger .

Ber.

I will do 't for I tell thee Poggio , I begin to grow valiant methinkes , and my courage begins to rise .

Pog.

Should you be afraid of your Vnkle ?

Ber.

Hang him old doating Rascall , no , I say I will haue her .

Pog.

Lose no time then .

Ber.

I will beget a race of Wise men and Constables , that shall cart whoores at their owne charges , and breake the Dukes peace ere I haue done my selfe . — come away .

Exeunt . Enter Florio , Giouanni , Soranzo , Annabella , Putana and Vasques . Flo. My Lord Soranzo , though I must confesse , The proffers that are made me , haue beene great In marriage of my daughter ; yet the hope Of your still rising honours , haue preuaild Aboue all other Ioynctures ; here shee is , She knowes my minde , speake for your selfe to her , And heare you daughter , see you vse him nobly , For any priuate speech , I 'le giue you time : Come sonne and you , the rest let them alone , Agree as they may . Soran. I thanke you sir . Gio. Sister be not all woeman , thinke on me . Soran. Vasques ? Vas. My Lord . Soran. Attend me without — Exeunt omnes , manet Soran . & Anna . Anna. Sir what 's your will with me ? Soran. Doe you not know what I should tell you ? Anna. Yes , you 'le say you loue mee . Soran. And I 'le sweare it too ; will you beleeue it ? Anna. 'T is not poynt of faith . Enter Giouanni aboue . Soran. Haue you not will to loue ? Anna. Not you . Soran. Whom then ? Anna. That 's as the Fates inferre . Gio. Of those I 'me regient now . Soran. What meane you sweete ? Anna. To liue and dye a Maide . Soran. Oh that 's vnfit . Gio. Here 's one can say that 's but a womans noate . Soran. Did you but see my heart , then would you sweare — Anna. That you were dead . Gio. That 's true , or somewhat neere it . Soran. See you these true loues teares ? Anna. No . Gio. Now shee winkes . Soran. They plead to you for grace . Anna. Yet nothing speake . Soran. Oh grant my suite . Anna. What is 't Soran. To let mee liue . Anna. Take it — . Soran. Still yours . — Anna. That is not mine to giue . Gio. One such another word would kil his hopes . Soran.

Mistres , to leaue those fruitlesse strifes of wit , I know I haue lou'd you long , and lou'd you truely ; Not hope of what you haue , but what you are Haue drawne me on , then let mee not in vaine Still feele the rigour of your chast disdaine . I 'me sicke , and sicke to th' heart .

Anna.

Helpe , Aquavitae

Soran.

What meane you ?

Anna.

Why I thought you had beene sicke .

Soran.

Doe you mocke my loue ?

Gio.

There sir shee was too nimble .

Soran.

'T is plaine ; shee laughes at me , these scornefull taunts neither become your modesty , or yeares .

Anna.

You are no looking-glasse , or if you were , I 'de dresse my language by you .

Gio.

I 'me confirm'd —

Anna.

To put you out of doubt , my Lord , mee-thinks your Common sence should make you vnderstand , that if I lou'd you , or desir'd your loue , some way I should haue giuen you better tast : but since you are a Noble man , and one I would not wish should spend his youth in hopes , let mee aduise you here , to forbeare your suite , and thinke I wish you well , I tell you this .

Soran. Is 't you speake this ? Anna. Yes , I my selfe ; yet know Thus farre I giue you comfort , if mine eyes Could haue pickt out a man ( amongst all those That sue'd to mee ) to make a husband of , You should haue beene that man ; let this suffice , Be noble in your secresie and wise . Gio. Why now I see shee loues me . Anna. One word more : As euer Vertue liu'd within your mind , As euer noble courses were your guide . As euer you would haue me know you lou'd me , Let not my Father know hereof by you : If I hereafter finde that I must marry , It shall be you or none . Soran. I take that promise . Anna. Oh , oh my head . Soran. What 's the matter , not well ? Anna. Oh I begin to sicken . Gio. Heauen forbid . Exit from aboue . Soran. Helpe , helpe , within there ho . Gio. Looke to your daughter Signior Florio . Enter Florio , Giouanni , Putana . Flo. Hold her vp , shee sounes . Gio. Sister how d' ee ? Anna. Sicke , brother , are you there ? Flo.

Conuay her to her bed instantly , whil'st I send for a Phisitian , quickly I say .

Put. Alas poore Child . Exeunt , manet Soranzo . Enter Vasques . Vas. My Lord . Soran. Oh Vasques , now I doubly am vndone . Both in my present and my future hopes : Shee plainely told me , that shee could not loue , And thereupon soone sickned , and I feare Her life 's in danger . Vas.

By r lady Sir , and so is yours , if you knew all . — 'las sir , I am sorry for that , may bee 't is but the Maides sicknesse , an ouer-fluxe of youth , and then sir , there is no such present remedy , as present Marriage . But hath shee giuen you an absolute deniall ?

Soran. She hath , and she hath not ; I 'me full of griefe , But what she sayd , I 'le tell thee as we goe . Exeunt . Enter Giouanni and Putana . Put. Oh sir , wee are all vndone , quite vndone , vtterly vndone , And sham'd foreuer ; your sister , oh your sister . Gio. What of her ? for Heauens sake speake , how do'es shee ? Put.

Oh that euer I was borne to see this day .

Gio.

She is not dead , ha , is shee ?

Put. Dead ? no , shee is quicke , 't is worse , she is with childe , You know what you haue done ; Heauen forgiv' 'em , 'T is too late to repent , now Heauen helpe vs . Gio. With child ? how dost thou know 't ? Put.

How doe I know 't ? am I at these yeeres ignorant , what the meaning 's of Quames , and Waterpangs be ? of changing of Colours , Quezinesse of stomacks , Pukings , and another thing that I could name ; doe not ( for her and your Credits sake ) spend the time in asking how , and which way , 't is so ; shee is quick vpon my word , if you let a Phisitian see her water y' are vndone .

Gio. But in what case is shee ? Put.

Prettily amended , 't was but a fit which I soone espi'd , and she must looke for often hence-forward .

Gio. Commend me to her , bid her take no care , Let not the Doctor visit her I charge you , Make some excuse , till I returne ; oh mee , I haue a world of businesse in my head , Doe not discomfort her ; how doe this newes perplex mee ! If my Father come to her , tell him shee 's recouer'd well , Say 't was but some ill dyet ; d' ee heare Woeman , Looke you to 't . Exeunt . Put. I will sir . Enter Florio and Richardetto Flo. And how d' ee finde her sir . Richard . Indifferent well , I see no danger , scarse perceiue shee 's sicke , But that shee told mee , shee had lately eaten Mellownes , and as shee thought , those disagreed With her young stomacke . Flo.

Did you giue her ought ?

Richard . An easie surfeit water , nothing else , You neede not doubt her health ; I rather thinke Her sicknesse is a fulnesse of her blood , You vnderstand mee ? Flo. I doe ; you counsell well , And once within these few dayes , will so order 't She shall be married , ere shee know the time . Richard . Yet let not hast ( sir ) make vnworthy choice , That were dishonour . Flo. Maister Doctor no , I will not doe so neither , in plaine words My Lord Soranzo is the man I meane . Richard . A noble and a vertuous Gentleman . Flo. As any is in Parma ; not farre hence , Dwels Father Bonauenture , a graue Fryar , Once Tutor to my Sonne ; now at his Cell I 'le haue 'em married . Richard . You haue plotted wisely . Flo. I 'le send one straight To speake with him to night . Richard . Soranzo's wise , he will delay no time . Flo. It shall be so . Enter Fryar and Giouanni . Fry . Good peace be here and loue . Flo. Welcome relligious Fryar , you are one , That still bring blessing to the place you come to . Gio. Sir , with what speed I could , I did my best , To draw this holy man from forth his Cell , To visit my sicke sister , that with words Of ghostly comfort in this time of neede , Hee might absolue her , whether she liue or dye . Flo. 'T was well done Giouanni , thou herein Hast shewed a Christians care , a Brothers loue Come Father , I 'le conduct you to her chamber , And one thing would intreat you . Fry . Say on sir . Flo. I haue a Fathers deare impression , And wish before I fall into my graue , That I might see her married , as 't is fit ; A word from you Graue man , will winne her more , Then all our best perswasions . Fry . Gentle Sir , All this I 'le say , that Heauen may prosper her . Exeunt . Enter Grimaldi . Gri. Now if the Doctor keepe his word , Soranzo , Twenty to one you misse your Bride ; I know 'T is an vnnoble act , and not becomes A Souldiers vallour ; but in termes of loue , Where Merite cannot sway , Policy must . I am resolu'd , if this Phisitian Play not on both hands , then Soranzo falls . Enter Richardetto . Richard . You are come as I could wish , this very night Soranzo , 't is ordain'd must bee affied to Annabella ; and for ought I know , married . Gri. How ! Richard . Yet your patience , The place , 't is Fryars Bonauentures Cell . Now I would wish you to bestow this night , In watching thereabouts , 't is but a night , If you misse now , to morrow I 'le know all . Gri. Haue you the poyson ? Richard . Here 't is in this Box , Doubt nothing , this will doe 't ; in any case As you respect your life , be quicke and sure . Gri. I 'le speede him . Richard . Doe ; away , for 't is not safe You should be seene much here — euer my loue . Gri. And mine to you . Exit Gri. Richard . So , if this bi tt , I 'le laugh and hug reuenge ; And they that now dreame of a wedding-feast , May chance to mourne the lusty Bridegromes ruine . But to my other businesse ; Neice Philotis . Enter Philotis . Phi. Vnkle . Richard . My louely Neece , you haue bethought 'ee . Phi. Yes , and as you counsel'd , Fashion'd my heart to loue him , but hee sweares Hee will to night be married ; for he feares His Vnkle else , if hee should know the drift , Will hinder all , and call his Couze to shrift . Richard . To night ? why best of all ; but let mee see , I — ha — yes , — so it shall be ; in disguise Wee 'le earely to the Fryars , I haue thought on 't . Enter Bergetto and Poggio Phi. Vnkle , hee comes . Richard . Welcome my worthy Couze . Ber. I asse pretty Lasse , come busse Lassae , a ha Poggio . Phi. There 's hope of this yet . Richard . You shall haue time enough , withdraw a little , Wee must conferre at large . Ber. Haue you not sweete-meates , or dainty deuices for me ? Phi. You shall enough Sweet-heart . Ber.

Sweet-heart , marke that Poggio ; by my troth I cannot choose but kisse thee once more for that word Sweet-heart ; Poggio , I haue a monstrous swelling about my stomacke , whatsoeuer the matter be .

Pog. You shall haue Phisick for 't sir . Richard . Time runs apace . Ber. Time 's a blockhead . Richard . Be rul'd , when wee haue done what 's fitt to doe , Then you may kisse your fill , and bed her too . Exeunt . Enter the Fryar in his study , sitting in a chayre , Annabella kneeling and whispering to him , a Table before them and wax-lights , she weepes , and wrings her hands . Fry . I am glad to see this pennance ; for beleeue me , You haue vnript a soule , so foule and guilty . As I must tell you true , I maruaile how The earth hath borne you vp , but weepe , weepe on , These teares may doe you good ; weepe faster yet , Whiles I doe reade a Lecture . Anna. Wretched creature . Fry . I , you are wretched , miserably wretched . Almost condemn'd aliue ; there is a place ( List daughter ) in a blacke and hollow Vault , Where day is neuer seene ; there shines no Sunne , But flaming horrour of consuming Fires ; A lightlesse Suphure , choakt with smoaky foggs Of an infected darknesse ; in this place Dwell many thousand , thousand sundry sorts Of neuer dying deaths ; there damned foules Roare without pitty , there are Gluttons fedd With Toades and Addars ; there is burning Oyle Powr'd downe the Drunkards throate , the Vsurer Is forc't to supp whole draughts of molten Gold ; There is the Murtherer for-euer stab'd , Yet can he neuer dye ; there lies the wanton On Racks of burning steele , whiles in his soule Hee feeles the torment of his raging lust . Anna. Mercy , oh mercy . Fry . There stands these wretched things . Who haue dream't out whole yeeres in lawlesse sheets And secret incests , cursing one another ; Then you will wish , each kisse your brother gaue , Had beene a Daggers poynt ; then you shall heare How hee will cry , oh would my wicked sister Had first beene damn'd , when shee did yeeld to lust . But soft , methinkes I see repentance worke New motions in your heart , say ? how is 't with you ? Anna. Is there no way left to redeeme my miseries ? Fry . There is , despaire not ; Heauen is mercifull , And offers grace euen now ; 't is thus agreed , First , for your Honours safety that you marry The Lord Soranzo , next , to saue your soule , Leaue off this life , and henceforth liue to him . Anna. Ay mee . Fry . Sigh not , I know the baytes of sinne Are hard to leaue , oh 't is a death to doe 't . Remember what must come , are you content ? Anna. I am . Fry . I like it well , wee 'le take the time , Who 's neere vs there ? Enter Florio , Giouanni . Flo. Did you call Father ? Fry . Is Lord Soranzo come ? Flo. Hee stayes belowe . Fry . Haue you acquainted him at full ? Flo. I haue and hee is ouer-ioy'd . Fry . And so are wee : bid him come neere . Gio. My Sister weeping , ha ? I feare this Fryars falshood , I will call him . Exit . Flo. Daughter , are you resolu'd ? Anna. Father , I am . Enter Giouanni , Soranzo , and Vasques . Flo. My Lord Soranzo , here Giue mee your hand , for that I giue you this . Soran. Lady , say you so too ? Anna. I doe , and vow , to liue with you and yours . Fry . Timely resolu'd : My blessing rest on both , more to be done , You may performe it on the Morning-sun . Exeunt . Enter Grimaldi with his Rapier drawne , and a Darke-lanthorne . Gri. 'T is early night as yet , and yet too soone To finish such a worke ; here I will lye To listen who comes next . Hee lies downe . Enter Bergetto and Philotis disguis'd , and after Richardetto and Poggio . Ber. Wee are almost at the place , I hope Sweet-heart . Gri. I heare them neere , and heard one say Sweet-heart , 'T is hee ; now guide my hand some angry Iustice Home to his bosome , now haue at you sir . strikes Ber. & Exit . Ber. Oh helpe , helpe , here 's a stich fallen in my gutts , Oh for a Flesh-taylor quickly — Poggio . Phi. What ayles my loue ? Ber. I am sure I cannot pisse forward and backward and yet I am wet before and behind , lights , lights , ho lights . Phi. Alas , some Villaine here has slaine my loue . Richard . Oh Heauen forbid it ; raise vp the next neighbours Instantly Poggio , and bring lights , Exit Poggio . How is 't Bergetto ? slaine ? It cannot be ; are you sure y' are hurt ? Ber.

O my belly seeths like a Porridge-pot , some cold water I shall boyle ouer else ; my whole body is in a sweat , that you may wring my shirt ; feele here — why Poggio .

Enter Poggio with Officers , and lights and Halberts . Pog. Here ; alas , how doe you ? Richard . Giue me a light , what 's here ? all blood ! O sirs , Signior Donado's Nephew now is slaine , Follow the murtherer with all the haste Vp to the Citty , hee cannot be farre hence , Follow I beseech you . Officers . Follow , follow , follow . Exeunt Officers . Richard . Teare off thy linnen Couz , to stop his wounds , Be of good comfort man . Ber.

Is all this mine owne blood ? nay then good-night with me , Poggio . commend me to my Vnkle , dost heare ? bid him for my sake make much of this wench , oh — I am going the wrong way sure , my belly akes so — oh farwell , Poggio — oh — oh —

Dyes . Phi. O hee is dead . Pog. How ! dead ! Richard . Hee 's dead indeed , 'T is now to late to weepe , let 's haue him home , And with what speed we may , finde out the Murtherer . Pog. Oh my Maister , my Maister , my Maister . Exeunt . Enter Vasques and Hippolita . Hip. Betroath'd ? Vas. I saw it . Hip. And when 's the marriage-day ? Vas. Some two dayes hence . Hip. Two dayes ? Why man I would but wish two houres To send him to his last , and lasting sleepe . And Vasques thou shalt see , I 'le doe it brauely . Vas. I doe not doubt your wisedome , nor ( I trust ) you my secresie , I am infinitely yours . Hip. I wil be thine inspight of my disgrace , So soone ? o wicked man , I durst be sworne , Hee 'd laugh to see mee weepe . Vas. And that 's a Villanous fault in him . Hip. No , let him laugh , I 'me arm'd in my resolues Be thou still true . Vas. I should get little by treachery against so hopefull a preferment , as I am like to climbe to . Hip. Euen to my bosome Vasques , let My youth Reuell in these new pleasures , if wee thriue , Hee now hath but a paire of dayes to liue . Exeunt . Enter Florio , Donado , Richardetto , Poggio and Officers . Flo. 'T is bootlesse now to shew your selfe a child Signior Donado , what is done , is done ; Spend not the time in teares , but seeke for Iustice . Richard . I must confesse , somewhat I was in fault , That had not first acquainted you what loue Past twixt him and my Neece , but as I liue , His Fortune grieues me as it were mine owne . Do. Alas poore Creature , he ment no man harme , That I am sure of . Flo. I beleeue that too ; But stay my Maisters , are you sure you saw The Murtherer passe here ? Offic. And it please you sir , wee are sure wee saw a Ruffian with a naked weapon in his hand all bloody , get into my Lord Cardinals Graces gate , that wee are sure of ; but for feare of his Grace ( blesse vs ) we durst goe no further . Do. Know you what manner of man hee was ? Offic. Yes sure I know the man , they say a is a souldier , hee that lou'd your daughter Sir an 't please y'ee , 't was hee for certaine . Flo. Grimaldi on my life . Offic. I , I , the same . Richard . The Cardinall is Noble , he no doubt Will giue true Iustice . Do. Knocke some one at the gate , Pog. I 'le knocke sir . Poggio knocks . Seruant within . What would 'ee ? Flo. Wee require speech with the Lord Cardinall About some present businesse , pray informe His Grace , that we are here . Enter Cardinall and Grimaldi . Car. Why how now friends ? what sawcy mates are you That know nor duty nor Ciuillity ? Are we a person fit to be your hoast ? Or is our house become your common Inne To beate our dores at pleasure ? what such haste Is yours as that it cannot waite fit times ? Are you the Maisters of this Common-wealth And know no more discretion ? oh your newes Is here before you , you haue lost a Nephew Donado , last night by Grimaldi slaine : Is that your businesse ? well sir , we haue knowledge on 't . Let that suffice . Gri. In presence of your Grace , In thought I neuer ment Bergetto harme , But Florio you can tell , with how much scorne Soranzo backt with his Confederates , Hath often wrong'd mee ; I to be reueng'd , ( For that I could not win him else to fight ) Had thought by way of Ambush to haue kild him , But was vnluckely , therein mistooke ; Else hee had felt what late Bergetto did : And though my fault to him were meerely chance , Yet humbly I submit me to your Grace , To doe with mee as you please . Car. Rise vp Grimaldi , You Cittizens of Parma , if you seeke For Iustice ; Know as Nuntio from the Pope , For this offence I here receiue Grimaldi Into his holinesse protection . Hee is no Common man , but nobly borne ; Of Princes blood , though you Sir Florio , Thought him to meane a husband for your daughter If more you seeke for , you must goe to Rome , For hee shall thither ; learne more wit for shame . Bury your dead — away Grimaldi — leaue 'em . Ex. Car. & Gri. Do. Is this a Church-mans voyce ? dwels Iustice here ? Flo. Iustice is fledd to Heauen and comes no neerer Soranzo , was 't for him ? O Impudence ! Had he the face to speake it , and not blush ? Come , come Donado , there 's no helpe in this , When Cardinals thinke murder 's not amisse , Great men may doe there wills , we must obey , But Heauen will iudge them for 't another day . Exeunt .
Actus Quartus . A Banquet . Hoboyes . Enter the Fryar , Giouanni , Annabella , Philotis , Soranz , Donado , Florio , Richardetto , Putana and Vasques . Fry . THese holy rights perform'd , now take your times , To spend the remnant of the day in Feast ; Such fit repasts are pleasing to the Saints Who are your guests , though not with mortall eyes To be beheld ; long prosper in this day You happy Couple , to each others ioy : Soran. Father , your prayer is heard , the hand of goodnesse Hath beene a sheild for me against my death ; And more to blesse me , hath enricht my life With this most precious Iewell ; such a prize As Earth hath not another like to this . Cheere vp my Loue , and Gentlemen , my Friends , Reioyce with mee in mirth , this day wee 'le crowne With lusty Cups to Annabella's health . Gio. Oh Torture , were the marriage yet vndone , Aside . Ere I 'de endure this sight , to see my Loue Clipt by another , I would dare Confusion , And stand the horrour of ten thousand deaths . Vas. Are you not well Sir ? Gio. Prethee fellow wayte , I neede not thy officious diligence . Flo. Signior Donado , come you must forget Your late mishaps , and drowne your cares in wine . So an . Vasques ? Vas. My Lord . Soran. Reach me that weighty bowle , Here brother Giouanni , here 's to you , Your turne comes next , though now a Batchelour , Here 's to your sisters happinesse and mine . Gio. I cannot drinke . Soran. What ? Gio. 'T will indeede offend me Anna. Pray , doe not vrge him if hee be not willing . Flo. How now , what noyse is this ? Vas.

O sir , I had forgot to tell you ; certaine youg Maidens of Parma in honour to Madam Annabella's marriage , haue sent their loues to her in a Masque , for which they humbly craue your patience and silence .

Soran.

Wee are much bound to them , so much the more as it comes vnexpected ; guide them in .

Hoboyes . Enter Hippolita and Ladies in white Roabes with Garlands of Willowes . Musicke and a Daunce . Dance . Soran. Thanks louely Virgins , now might wee but know To whom wee haue beene beholding for this loue , Wee shall acknowledge it . Hip. Yes , you shall know , What thinke you now ? Omnes Hippolita ? Hip. 'T is shee , Bee not amaz'd ; nor blush young louely Bride , I come not to defraud you of your man , 'T is now no time to reckon vp the talke What Parma long hath rumour'd of vs both , Let rash report run on ; the breath that vents it Will ( like a bubble ) breake it selfe at last . But now to you Sweet Creature , lend 's your hand , Perhaps it hath beene said , that I would claime Some interest in Soranzo , now your Lord , What I haue right to doe , his soule knowes best : But in my duty to your Noble worth , Sweete Annabella , and my care of you , Here take Soranzo , take this hand from me , I 'le once more ioyne , what by the holy Church Is finish't and allow'd ; haue I done well ? Soran. You haue too much ingag'd vs . Hip. One thing more That you may know my single charity , Freely I here remit all interest I ere could clayme ; and guie you backe your vowes , And to confirm 't , reach me a Cup of wine My Lord Soranzo , in this draught I drinke , Long res t' ee — looke to it Vasques . Vas. Feare nothing — He giues her a poysond Cup , She drinks . Soran. Hippolita , I thanke you , and will pledge This happy Vnion as another life , Wine there . Vas. You shall haue none , neither shall you pledge her . Hip. How ! Vas. Know now Mistresse shee deuill , your owne mischieuous treachery Hath kild you , I must not marry you . Hip. Villaine . Omnes . What 's the matter ? Vas.

Foolish woeman , thou art now like a Fire-brand , that hath kindled others and burnt thy selfe ; Troppo sperar niganna , thy vaine hope hath deceiued thee , thou art but dead , if thou hast any grace , pray .

Hip. Monster . Vas.

Dye in charity for shame ,

This thing of malice , this woman had priuately corrupted mee with promise of malice , vnder this politique reconciliation to to poyson my Lord , whiles shee might laugh at his Confusion oh his marriage-day ; I promis'd her faire , but I knew what my reward should haue beene , and would willingly haue spar'd her life , but that I was acquainted with the danger of her disposition , and now haue fitted her a iust payment in her owne coyne , there shee is , shee hath yet — and end thy dayes in peace vild woman , as for life there 's no hope , thinke not on 't .

Omnes . Wonderfull Iustice ! Richard . Heauen thou art righteous . Hip. O 't is true , I feele my minute comming , had that slaue Kept promise , ( o my torment ) thou this houre Had'st dyed Soranzo — heate aboue hell fire — Yet ere I passe away — Cruell , cruell flames — Take here my curse amongst you ; may thy bed Of marriage be a racke vnto thy heart , Burne blood and boyle in Vengeance — o my heart , My Flame 's intolerable — maist thou liue To father Bastards , may her wombe bring forth Monsters , and dye together in your sinnes Hated , scorn'd and vnpittied — oh — oh — Dyes . Flo. Was e're so vild a Creature ? Richard . Here 's the end Of lust and pride . Anna . It is a fearefull sight . Soran. Vasques , I know thee now a trusty seruant , And neuer will forget thee — come My Loue , Wee 'le home , and thanke the Heauens for this escape , Father and Friends , wee must breake vp this mirth , It is too sad a Feast . Do. Beare hence the body . Fry . Here 's an ominous change , Marke this my Giouani , and take heed , I feare the euent ; that marriage seldome 's good , Where the bride-banquet so begins in blood . Exeunt . Enter Richardetto and Philotis . Richard . My wretched wife more wretched in her shame Then in her wrongs to me , hath paid too soone The forfeit of her modesty and life . And I am sure ( my Neece ) though vengeance houer , Keeping aloofe yet from Soranzo's fall , Yet hee will fall , and sinke with his owne weight . I need not ( now my heart perswades me so ) To further his confusion ; there is one Aboue begins to worke , for as I heare , Debate 's already twixt his wife and him , Thicken and run to head ; shee ( as 't is sayd ) Sleightens his loue , and he abandons hers Much talke I heare , since things goe thus ( my Neece ) In tender loue and pitty of your youth , My counsell is , that you should free your yeeres From hazard of these woes ; by flying hence To faire Cremona , there to vow your soule In holinesse a holy Votaresse , Leaue me to see the end of these extreames All humane worldly courses are vneuen , No life is blessed but the way to Heauen . Phi. Vnkle , shall I resolue to be a Nun ? Richard . I gentle Neece ; and in your hourely prayers Remember me your poore vnhappy Vnkle ; Hie to Cremona now , as Fortune leades , Your home , your cloyster , your best Friends , your beades , Your chast and single life shall crowne your Birth , Who dyes a Virgine , liue a Saint on earth . Phi. Then farwell world , and worldly thoughts adeiu , Welcome chast vowes , my selfe I yeeld to you . Exeunt . Enter Soranzo vnbrac't , and Annabella dragg'd in . Soran. Come strumpet , famous whoore , were euery drop Of blood that runs in thy adulterous veynes A life , this Sword , ( dost see 't ) should in one blowe Confound them all , Harlot , rare , notable Harlot , That with thy brazen face maintainst thy sinne Was there no man in Parma to be bawd To your loose cunning whorodome else but I ? Must your hot ytch and plurisie of lust , The hey day of your luxury be fedd Vp to a surfeite , and could none but I Be pickt out to be cloake to your close tricks , Your belly-sports ? Now I must be the Dad To all that gallymaufrey that 's stuft In thy Corrupted bastard-bearing wombe , Shey , must I ? Anna. Beastly man , why 't is thy fate : I sued not to thee , for , but that I thought Your Ever-loving Lordship would haue runne Madd on denyall , had yee lent me time , I would haue told 'ee in what case I was , But you wou'd needes be doing . Soran. Whore of whores ! Dar'st thou tel' mee this ? Anna. O yes , why not ? You were deceiu'd in mee ; 't was not for loue I chose you , but for honour ; yet know this , Wou'd you be patient yet , and hide your shame , I 'de see whether I could loue you . Soran. Excellent Queane ! Why art thou not with Child ? Anna. What needs all this , When 't is superfluous ? I confesse I am . Soran. Tell mee by whome . Anna. Soft sir , 't was not in my bargaine . Yet somewhat sir to stay your longing stomacke I 'me content t' acquaint you with ; The man , The more then Man that got this sprightly Boy , ( For 't is a Boy that for glory sir , Your heyre shal be a Sonne , ) Soran. Damnable Monster . Anna. Nay and you will not heare , I 'le speake no more . Soran. Yes speake , and speake thy last . Anna. A match , a match ; This Noble Creature was in euery part So angell-like , so glorious , that a woeman , Who had not beene but human as was I , Would haue kneel'd to him , and haue beg'd for loue . You , why you are not worthy once to name His name without true worship , or indeede , Vnlesse you kneel'd , to heare another name him . Soran. What was hee cal'd ? Anna. Wee are not come to that , Let it suffice , that you shall haue the glory , To Father what so Braue a Father got . In briefe , had not this chance , falne out as 't doth , I neuer had beene troubled with a thought That you had beene a Creature ; but for marriage , I scarce dreame yet of that . Soran. Tell me his name . Anna. Alas , alas , there 's all Will you beleeue ? Soran. What ? Anna. You shall neuer know . Soran. How ! Anna. Neuer , If you doe , let mee be curst . Soran. Not know it , Strumpet , I 'le ripp vp thy heart , And finde it there . Anna. Doe , doe . Soran. And with my teeth , Teare the prodigious leacher joynt by ioynt . Anna. Ha , ha , ha , the man's merry . Soran. Do'st thou laugh ? Come Whore , tell mee your louer , or by Truth I 'le how thy flesh to shreds ; who is 't Anna. Che morte pluis dolce che morire per amore . sings . Soran. Thus will I pull thy hayre , and thus I 'le drag Thy lust be-leagred body through the dust . Yet tell his name . Anna. Morendoin gratia Lei morirere senzadolore . sings Soran. Dost thou Triumph ? the Treasure of the Earth Shall not redeeme thee , were there kneeling Kings , Did begge thy life , or Angells did come downe To plead in teares , yet should not all preuayle Against my rage ; do'st thou not tremble yet ? Anna. At what ? to dye ; No , be a Gallant hang-man I dare thee to the worst , strike , and strike home , I leaue reuenge behind , and thou shalt feel 't . Soran. Yet tell mee ere thou dyest , and tell mee truely , Knowes thy old Father this ? Anna. No by my life . Soran. Wilt thou confesse , and I will spare thy life ? Anna. My life ? I will not buy my life so deare . Soran. I will not slacke my Vengeance . Enter Vasques . Vas. What d' ee meane Sir ? Soran. Forbeare Vasques , such a damned Whore Deserues no pitty . Vas.

Now the gods forefend !

And wud you be her executioner , and kill her in your rage too ? O 't were most vn-manlike ; shee is your wife , what faults hath beene done by her before she married you , were not against you ; alas Poore Lady , what hath shee committed , which any Lady in Italy in the like case would not ? Sir , you must be ruled by your reason , and not by your fury , that were vnhumane and beastly .

Soran. Shee shall not liue . Vas.

Come shee must ; you would haue her confesse the Authors of her present misfortunes I warrant 'ee , 't is an vnconscionable demand , and shee should loose the estimation that I ( for my part ) hold of her worth , if shee had done it ; why sir you ought not of all men liuing to know it : good sir bee reconciled , alas good gentlewoman .

Anna. Pish , doe not beg for mee , I prize my life As nothing ; if The man will needs bee madd . Why let him take it . Soran. Vasques , hear'st thou this ? Vas.

Yes , and commend her for it ; in this shee shews the noblenesse of a gallant spirit , and beshrew my heart , but it becomes her rarely — Sir , in any case smother your reuenge ; leaue the senting out your wrongs to mee , bee rul'd as you respect your honour , or you marr all — Sir , if euer my seruice were of any Credit with you , be not so violent in your distractions : you are married now ; what a tryumph might the report of this giue to other neglected Sutors , 't is as manlike to beare extremities , as godlike to forgiue .

Soran. O Vasques , Vasques , in this peece of flesh , This faithlesse face of hers , had I layd vp The treasure of my heart ; hadst thou beene vertuous ( Faire wicked woeman ) not the matchlesse ioyes Of Life it selfe had made mee wish to liue With any Saint but thee ; Deceitfull Creature , How hast thou mock't my hopes , and in the shame Of thy lewd wombe , euen buried mee aliue ? I did too dearely loue thee . Vas. This is well ; Follow this temper with some passion , Aside . Bee briefe and mouing , 't is for the purpose . Soran. Be witnesse to my words thy soule and thoughts , And tell mee didst not thinke that in my heart , I did too superstitiously adore thee . Anna. I must confesse , I know you lou'd mee well . Soran. And wouldst thou vse mee thus ? O Annabella , Bee thus assur'd , whatsor're the Villaine was , That thus hath tempted thee to This disgrace , Well hee might lust , but neuer lou'd like mee : Hee doated on the picture that hung out Vpon thy cheekes , to please his humourous eye ; Not on the part I lou'd , which was thy heart , And as I thought , thy Vertues . Anna. O my Lord ! These words wound deeper then your Sword could do . Vas. Let mee not euer take comfort , but I begin to weepe my selfe , so much I pitty him ; why Madam I knew when his rage was ouer-past , what it would come to . Soran. Forgiue mee Annabella , though thy youth Hath tempted thee aboue thy strength to folly , Yet will not I forget what I should bee , And what I am , a husband ; in that name Is hid Deuinity ; if I doe finde That thou wilt yet be true , here I remit all former faults , and take thee to my bosome . Vas. By my troth , and that 's a poynt of noble charity . Anna. Sir on my knees — Soran. Rise vp , you shall not kneele , Get you to your chamber , see you make no shew Of alteration , I 'le be with you streight ; My reason tells mee now , that 'T is as common To erre in frailty as to bee a woeman , Goe to your chamber . Exit Anna . Vas.

So , this was somewhat to the matter ; what doe you thinke of your heauen of happinesse now sir ?

Soran. I carry hell about mee , all my blood Is fir'd in swift reuenge . Vas.

That may bee , but know you how , or on whom ? alas , to marry a great woeman , being made great in the stocke to your hand , is a vsuall sport in these dayes ; but to know what Secret it was that haunted your Cunny-berry , there 's the cunning .

Soran. I 'le make her tell her selfe , or — Vas.

Or what ? you must not doe so , let me yet perswade your sufferance a little while , goe to her , vse her mildly , winne her if it be possible to a Voluntary , to a weeping tune ; for the rest , if all hitt , I will not misse my marke ; pray sir goe in , the next news I tell you shall be wonders .

Soran.

Delay in vengeance giues a heauyer blow .

Exit . Vas,

Ah sirrah , here 's worke for the nonce ; I had a suspicion of a bad matter in my head a pretty whiles agoe ; but after My Madams scuruy lookes here at home , her waspish peruersnesse , and loud fault-finding , then I remembred the Prouerbe , that Where Hens crowe , and Cocks hold their peace , there are sorry houses ; sfoot , if the lower parts of a Shee-taylors Cunning , can couer such a swelling in the stomacke , I 'le neuer blame a false stich in a shoe whiles I liue againe ; vp and vp so quicke ? and so quickly too ? 't were a fine policy to learne by whom this must be knowne : and I haue thought on 't — here 's the way or none — what crying old Mistresse ! alas , alas , I cannot blame 'ee , wee haue a Lord , Heauen helpe vs , is so madde as the devill himselfe , the more shame for him .

Enter Putana . Put. O Vasques , that euer I was borne to see this day , Doth hee vse thee so too , sometimes Vasques ? Vas.

Mee ? why hee makes a dogge of mee ; but if some were of my minde , I know what wee would doe ; as sure as I am an honest man , hee will goe neere to kill my Lady with vnkindnesse ; say shee be with-child , is that such a matter for a young woeman of her yeeres , to be blam'd for ?

Put.

Alas good heart , it is against her will full sore .

Vas.

I durst be sworne , all his madnesse is , for that shee will not confesse whose 't is , which hee will know , and when he doth know it , I am so well acquainted with his humour , that hee will forget all streight ; well I could wish , shee would in plaine termes tell all , for that 's the way indeed .

Put.

Doe you thinke so ?

Vas.

Fo , I know 't ; prouided that hee did not winne her to 't by force , hee was once in a mind , that you could tell , and ment to haue wrung it out of you , but I somewhat pacified him for that ; yet sure you know a great , deale .

Put.

Heauen forgiue vs all , I know a little Vasques .

Vas.

Why should you not ? who else should ? vpon my Conscience shee loues you dearely , and you would not betray her to any affliction for the world .

Put.

Not for all the world by my Faith and troth Vasques .

Vas.

'T were pitty of your life if you should , but In this you should both releiue her present discomforts , pacifie my Lord , and gaine your selfe euer lasting loue and preferment .

Put.

Do'st thinke so Vasques ?

Vas.

Nay I know 't ; sure 't was some neere and entire friend .

Put.

'T was a deare friend indeed ; but —

Vas.

But what ? feare not to name him : my life betweene you and danger ; faith I thinke 't was no base Fellow .

Put.

Thou wilt stand betweene mee and harme ?

Vas.

V'ds pitty , what else ; you shal be rewarded too ; trust me .

Put.

'T was euen no worse then her owne brother .

Vas.

Her brother Giouanni I warrant 'ee ?

Put.

Euen hee Vasques ; as braue a Gentleman as euer kist faire Lady ; O they loue most perpetually .

Vas.

A braue Gentleman indeed , why therein I Commend her choyce — better and better — you are sure 't was hee ?

Put.

Sure ; and you shall' see hee will not be long from her too .

Vas.

He were to blame if he would : but may I beleeue thee ?

Put.

Beleeue mee ! why do'st thinke I am a Turke or a Iew ? no Vasques , I haue knowne their dealings too long to belye them now .

Vas.

Where are you ? there within sirs ?

Enter Bandetti . Put.

How now , what are these ?

Vas. You shall know presently , Come sirs , take mee This old Damnable hagge , Gag her instantly , and put out her eyes , quickly , quickly . Put. Vasques , Vasques . Vas.

Gag her I say 'sfoot d' ee suffer her to prate ? what d' ee fumble about ? let mee come to her , I 'le helpe your old gums , you Toad-bellied bitch ; sirs , carry her closely into the Coale-house , and put out her eyes instantly , if shee roares , slitt her nose ; d' ee heare , bee speedy and sure . Why this is excellent and aboue expectation . Exit with Putana . Her owne brother ? O horrible ! to what a height of liberty in damnation hath the Deuill trayn'd our age , her Brother , well ; there 's yet but a beginning , I must to my Lord , and tutor him better in his points of vengeance ; now I see how a smooth tale goes beyond a smooth tayle , but soft , — what thing comes next ?

Enter Giouanni . Giouanni ! as I would wish ; my beleefe is strengthned , 'T is as firme as Winter and Summer . Gio. Where 's my Sister ? Vas. Troubled with a new sicknes my Lord she 's somwhat ill . Gio. Tooke too much of the flesh I beleeue . Vas. Troth sir and you I thinke haue e'ne hitt it , But My vertuous Lady . Gio. Where 's shee ? Vas.

In her chamber ; please you visit her ; she is alone , your liberality hath doubly made me your seruant , and euer shal euer — Exit Gio. Sir , I am made a man , I haue plyed my Cue with cunning Enter Soranzo . and successe , I beseech you let 's be priuate .

Soran, My Ladyes brother 's come , now hee 'le know all . Vas. Let him know 't , I haue made some of them fast enough , How haue you delt with my Lady ? Soran Gently , as thou hast counsail'd ; O my soule Runs circular in sorrow for reuenge , But Vasques , thou shalt know — Vas.

Nay , I will know no more ; for now comes your turne to know ; I would not talke so openly with you : Let my young Maister take time enough , and goe at pleasure ; hee is sold to death , and the Deuill shall not ransome him , Sir I beseech you , your priuacy .

Soran.

No Conquest can gayne glory of my feare .

Exit .
Actus Quintus . Enter Annabella aboue . Anna. Pleasures farwell , and all yee thriftlesse minutes , Wherein False ioyes haue spun a weary life , To these my Fortunes now I take my leaue . Thou Precious Time , that swiftly rid'st in poast Ouer the world , to finish vp the race Of my last fate ; here stay thy restlesse course , And beare to Ages that are yet vnborne , A wretched woefull woemans Tragedy , My Conscience now stands vp against my lust With dispositions charectred in guilt , Enter Fryar . And tells mee I am lost : Now I confesse , Beauty that cloathes the out-side of the face , Is cursed if it be not cloath'd with grace : Here like a Turtle ( mew'd vp in a Cage ) Vn-mated , I conuerse with Ayre and walls , And descant on my vild vnhappinesse . O Giouanni , that hast had the spoyle Of thine owne vertues and my modest fame , Would thou hadst beene lesse subiect to those Stars That luckelesse raign'd at my Natiuity : O would the scourge due to my blacke offence Might passe from thee , that I alone might feele The torment of an vncontrouled flame . Fry . What 's this I heare ? Anna. That man , that Blessed Fryar , Who ioynd in Ceremoniall knot my hand To him whose wife I now am ; told mee oft , I troad the path to death , and shewed mee how . But they who sleepe in Lethargies of Lust Hugge their confusion , making Heauen vniust , And so did I . Fry . Here 's Musicke to the soule . Anna. Forgiue mee my Good Genius , and this once Be helpfull to my ends ; Let some good man Passe this way , to whose trust I may commit This paper double lin'd with teares and blood : Which being granted ; here I sadly vow Repentance , and a leauing of that life I long haue dyed in . Fry . Lady , Heauen hath heard you , And hath by prouidence ordain'd , that I should be his Minister for your behoofe . Anna. Ha , what are you ? Fry . Your brothers friend the Fryar ; Glad in my soule that I haue liu'd to heare This free confession twixt your peace and you , What would you or to whom ? feare not to speake . Anna. Is Heauen so bountifull ? then I haue found More fauour then I hop'd ; here Holy man — Throwes a letter , Commend mee to my Brother giue him that , That Letter ; bid him read it and repent , Tell him that I ( imprison'd in my chamber , Bard of all company , euen of My Guardian , Who giues me cause of much suspect ) haue time To blush at what hath past : bidd him be wise , And not beleeue the Friendship of my Lord , I feare much more then I can speake : Good father , The place is dangerous , and spyes are busie , I must breake off — you 'le doe 't ? Fry . Be sure I will ; And fly with speede — my blessing euer rest With thee my daughter , liue to dye more blessed . Exit Fry . Anna. Thanks to the heauens , who haue prolong'd my breath To this good vse : Now I can welcome Death . Exit . Enter Soranzo and Vasques . Vas.

Am I to be beleeu'd now ?

First , marry a strumpet that cast her selfe away vpon you but to laugh at your hornes ? to feast on your disgrace , riott in your vexations , cuckold you in your bride-bed , waste your estate vpon Panders and Bawds ?

Soran. No more , I say no more . Vas. A Cuckold is a goodly tame beast my Lord . Soran. I am resolu'd ; vrge not another word , My thoughts are great , and all as resolute As thunder ; in meane time I 'le cause our Lady To decke her selfe in all her bridall Robes , Kisse her , and fold her gently in my armes . Begone ; yet heare you , are the Bandetti ready To waite in Ambush ? Vas.

Good Sir , trouble not your selfe about other busines , then your owne resolution ; remember that time lost cannot be recal'd .

Soran. With all the cunning words thou canst , inuite The States of Parma to my Birth-dayes feast , Haste to my Brother riuall and his Father , Entreate them gently , bidd them not to fayle , Bee speedy and returne . Vas. Let not your pitty betray you , till my comming backe , Thinke vpon Incest and Cuckoldry . Soran. Reuenge is all the Ambition I aspire , To that I 'le clime or fall ; my blood 's on fire . Exeunt . Enter Giouanni . Gio. Busie opinion is an idle Foole , That as a Schoole-rod keepes a child in awe , Frights the vnexperienc't temper of the mind : So did it mee ; who ere My precious Sister Was married , thought all tast of loue would dye In such a Contract ; but I finde no change Of pleasure in this formall law of sports . Shee is still one to mee , and euery kisse As sweet , and as delicious as the first I reap't ; when yet the priuiledge of youth Intitled her a Virgine . O the glory Of two vnited hearts like hers and mine ! Let Poaring booke-men dreame of other worlds , My world , and all of happinesse is here , And I 'de not change it for the best to come , A life of pleasure is Elyzeum . Enter Fryar . Father , you enter on the Iubile Of my retyr'd delights ; Now I can tell you , The hell you oft haue prompted , is nought else But slauish and fond superstitious feare ; And I could proue it too — Fry . Thy blindnesse slayes thee , Looke there , 't is writt to thee . Giues the Letter . Gio. From whom ? . Fry . Vnrip the seales and see : The blood 's yet seething hot , that will anon Be frozen harder then congeal'd Corrall . Why d' ee change colour sonne ? Gio. Fore Heauen you make Some petty Deuill factor 'twixt my loue And your relligion-masked sorceries . Where had you this ? Fry . Thy Conscience youth is sear'd , Else thou wouldst stoope to warning . Gio. 'T is her hand , I know 't ; and 't is all written in her blood . She writes I know not what ; Death ? I 'le not feare An armed thunder-bolt aym'd at my heart . Shee writes wee are discouered , pox on dreames Of lowe faint-hearted Cowardise : discouered ? The Deuill wee are ; which way is 't possible ? Are wee growne Traytours to our owne delights ? Confusion take such dotage , 't is but forg'd , This is your peeuish chattering weake old man , Now sir , what newes bring you ? Enter Vasques . Vas.

My Lord , according to his yearely custome keeping this day a Feast in honour of his Birth-day , by mee inuites you thither ; your worthy Father with the Popes reuerend Nuntio , and other Magnifico's of Parma , haue promis'd their presence , wilt please you to be of the number ?

Gio. Yes , tell them I dare come . Vas. Dare come ? Gio. So I sayd ; and tell him more I will come . Vas. These words are strange to mee . Gio. Say I will come . Vas. You will not misse ? Gio. Yet more , I 'le come ; sir , are you answer'd ? Vas. So I 'le say — my seruice to you . Exit Vas. Fry . You will not goe I trust . Gio. Not goe ? for what ? Fry . O doe not goe , this feast ( I 'le gage my life ) Is but a plot to trayne you to your ruine , Be rul'd , you sha'not goe . Gio. Not goe ? stood Death Threatning his armies of confounding plagues , With hoasts of dangers hot as blazing Starrs , I would be there ; not goe ? yes and resolue To strike as deepe in slaughter as they all . For I will goe . Fry . Goe where thou wilt , I see The wildnesse of thy Fare drawes to an end , To a bad fearefull end ; I must not stay To know thy fall , backe to Bononia I With speed will haste , and shun this comming blowe . Parma farwell , would I had neuer knowne thee , Or ought of thine ; well Youngman , since no prayer Can make thee safe , I leaue thee to despayre . Exit Fry . Despaire or tortures of a thousand hell 's All 's one to mee ; I haue set vp my rest . Now , now , worke serious thoughts on banefull plots Be all a man my soule ; let not the Curse Of old prescription rent from mee the gall Of Courage , which inrolls a glorious death . If I must totter like a well-growne Oake , Some vnder shrubs shall in my weighty fall Be crusht to splitts : with me they all shall perish . Exit . Enter Soranzo , Vasques , and Bandetti . Soran. You will not sayle , or shrinke in the attempt ? Vas.

I will vndertake for their parts ; be sure my Maisters to be bloody enough , and as vnmercifull , as if you were praying vpon a rich booty on the very Mountaines of Liguria ; for your pardons trust to my Lord ; but for reward you shall trust none but your owne pockets .

Ban. omnes . Wee 'le make a murther . Soran.

Here 's gold , here 's more ; want nothing , what you do is noble , and an act of braue reuenge .

I 'le make yee rich Bandetti and all Free .

Omnes .

Liberty , liberty .

Vas. Hold , take euery man a Vizard ; when yee are with drawne , keepe as much silence as you can possibly : you know the watch-word , till which be spoken moue not , but when you heare that , rush in like a stormy-flood ; I neede not instruct yee in your owne profession . Omnes . No , no , no . Vas. In then , your ends are profit and preferment — away . Exit Bandetti . Soran. The guests will all come Vasques ? Vas.

Yes sir , and now let me a little edge your resolution ; you see nothing is vnready to this Great worke , but a great mind in you : Call to your remembrance your disgraces , your losse of Honour , Hippolita's blood ; and arme your courage in your owne wrongs , so shall you best right those wrongs in vengeance which you may truely call Your owne .

Soran.

'T is well ; the lesse I speake , the more I burne , and blood shall quench that flame .

Vas.

Now you begin to turne Italian , this beside , when my young Incest-monger comes , hee wil be sharpe set on his old bitt : giue him time enough , let him haue your Chamber and bed at liberty ; let my Hot Hare haue law ere he be hunted to his death , that if it be possible , hee may poast to Hell in the very Act of his damnation .

Enter Giouanni . Soran. It shall be so ; and see as wee would wish , Hee comes himselfe first ; welcome my Much-lou'd brother , Now I perceiue you honour me ; y' are welcome , But where 's my father ? Gio. With the other States , Attending on the Nuntio of the Pope To waite vpon him hither ; how 's my sister ? Soran. Like a good huswife scarcely ready yet , Y' are best walke to her chamber . Gio. If you will . Soran. I must expect my honourable Friends , Good brother get her forth . Gio. You are busie Sir . Exit Giouanni . Vas.

Euen as the great Deuill himselfe would haue it , let him goe and glut himselfe in his owne destruction ; harke , the Nuncio is at hand ; good sir be ready to receiue him .

Florish . Enter Cardinall , Florio , Donado , Richardetto and Attendants . Soran. Most reuerend Lord , this grace hath made me proud , That you vouchsafe my house ; I euer rest Your humble seruant for this Noble Fauour . Car. You are our Friend my Lord , his holinesse Shall vnderstand , how zealously you honour Saint Peters Vicar in his substitute Our speciall loue to you . Soran. Signiors to you My welcome , and my euer best of thanks For this so memorable courtesie , Pleaseth your Grace to walke neere ? Car. My Lord , wee come To celebrate your Feast with Ciuill mirth , As ancient custome teacheth : wee will goe . Soran. Attend his grace there , Signiors keepe your way . Exeunt Enter Giouanni and Annabella lying on a bed . Gio. What chang'd so soone ? hath your new sprightly Lord Found out a tricke in night-games more then wee Could know in our simplicity ? ha ! is 't so ? Or does the fitt come on you , to proue treacherous To your past vowes and oathes ? Anna. Why should you jeast At my Calamity , without all sence Of the approaching dangers you are in ? Gio. What danger 's halfe so great as thy reuolt ? Thou art a faithlesse sister , else thou know'st , Malice , or any treachery beside Would stoope to my bent-browes ; why I hold Fate Clasp't in my fist , and could Command the Course Of times eternall motion ; hadst thou beene , One thought more steddy then an ebbing Sea . And what ? you 'le now be honest , that 's resolu'd ? Anna. Brother , deare brother , know what I haue beene ; And know that now there 's but a dying time Twixt vs and our Confusion : let 's not waste These precious houres in vayne and vselesse speech . Alas , these gay attyres were not put on But to some end ; this suddaine solemne Feast Was not ordayn'd to riott in expence : That haue now beene chambred here alone , Bard of my Guardian , or of any else , Am not for nothing at an instant free'd To fresh accesse ; be not deceiu'd My Brother , This Banquet is an harbinger of Death To you and mee , resolue your selfe it is , And be prepar'd to welcome it . Gio. Well then , The Schoole-men teach that all this Globe of earth Shal be consum'd to ashes in a minute . Anna. So I haue read too . Gio. But 't were somewhat strange To see the Waters burne , could I beleeue This might be true , I could beleeue as well There might be hell or Heauen . Anna. That 's most certaine . Gio A dreame , a dreame ; else in this other world Wee should know one another . Anna. So wee shall . Gio. Haue you heard so ? Anna. For certaine . Gio. But d' ee thinke , That I shall see you there , You looke on mee , May wee kisse one another , Prate or laugh , Or doe as wee doe here ? Anna. I know not that , But good for the present , what d' ee meane To free your selfe from danger ? some way , thinke How to escape ; I 'me sure the guests are come . Gio. Looke vp , looke here ; what see you in my face ? Anna. Distraction and a troubled Countenance . Gio. Death and a swift repining wrath — yet looke , What see you in mine eyes ? Anna. Methinkes you weepe . Gio. I doe indeede ; these are the funerall teares Shed on your graue , these furrowed vp my cheekes When first I lou'd and knew not how to woe . Faire Annabella , should I here repeate The Story of my life , wee might loose time . Be record all the spirits of the Ayre , And all things else that are ; that Day and Night , Earely and late , the tribute which my heart Hath paid to Annabella's sacred loue , Hath been these teares , which are her mourners now : Neuer till now did Nature doe her best , To shew a matchlesse beauty to the world , Which in an instant , ere it scarse was seene , The jealous Destinies require againe . Pray Annabella , pray ; since wee must part , Goe thou white in thy soule , to fill a Throne Of Innocence and Sanctity in Heauen . Pray , pray my Sister . Anna. Then I see your drift , Yee blessed Angels , guard mee . Gio. So say I , Kisse mee ; if euer after times should heare Of our fast-knit affections , though perhaps The Lawes of Conscience and of Ciuill vse May iustly blame vs , yet when they but know Our loues , That loue will wipe away that rigour , Which would in other Incests bee abhorr'd . Giue mee your hand ; how sweetely Life doth runne In these well coloured veines ! how constantly These Palmes doe promise health ! but I could chide With Nature for this Cunning flattery , Kisse mee againe — forgiue mee . Anna. With my heart . Gio. Farwell . Anna. Will you begone ? Gio. Be darke bright Sunne , And make this mid-day night , that thy guilt rayes May not behold a deed , will turne their splendour More sooty , then the Poets faigne their Stix . One other kisse my Sister . Anna. What meanes this ? Gio. To saue thy fame and kill thee in a kisse . stabs her . Thus dye , and dye by mee , and by my hand , Revenge is mine ; Honour doth loue Command . Anna. Oh brother by your hand ? Gio. When thou art dead : I 'le giue my reasons for 't ; for to dispute With thy ( euen in thy death ) most louely beauty , Would make mee stagger to performe this act Which I most glory in . Anna. Forgiue him Heauen — and me my sinnes , farwell . Brother vnkind , vnkind — mercy great Heauen — oh — oh . Dyes . Gio. Shee 's dead , alas good soule ; The haplesse Fruite That in her wombe receiu'd its life from mee , Hath had from mee a Cradle and a Graue . I must not dally , this sad Marriage-bed In all her best , bore her aliue and dead . Soranzo thou hast mist thy ayme in this , I haue preuented now thy reaching plots , And kil'd a Loue , for whose each drop of blood I would haue pawn'd my heart ; Fayre Annabella , How ouer-glorious art thou in thy wounds , Tryumphing ouer infamy and hate ! Shrinke not Couragious hand , stand vp my heart , And boldly act my last , and greater part . Exit with the Body . A Banquet . Enter Cardinall , Florio , Donado , Soranzo , Richardetto , Vasques and attendants ; They take their places . Vas. Remember Sir what you haue to do , be wise and resolute . Soran. Enough — my heart is fix't , pleaseth Your Grace To taste these Course Confections ; though the vse Of such set enterteyments more consists In Custome , then in Cause ; yet Reuerend Sir , I am still made your seruant by your presence . Car. And wee your Friend . Soran. But where 's my Brother Giouanni ? Enter Giouanni with at heart vpon his Dagger . Gio. Here , here Soranzo ; trim'd in reeking blood , That tryumphs ouer death ; proud in the spoyle Of Loue and Vengeance , Fate or all the Powers That guide the motions of immortall Soules Could not preuent mee . Car. What meanes this ? Flo. Sonne Giouanni ? Soran. Shall I be forestall'd ? Gio. Be not amaz'd : If your misgiuing hearts Shrinke at an idle sight ; what bloodlesse Feare Of Coward passion would haue ceaz'd your sences , Had you beheld the Rape of Life and Beauty Which I haue acted ? my sister , oh my sister , Flo. Ha! What of her ? Gio. The Glory of my Deed Darkned the mid-day Sunne , made Noone as Night . You came to feast My Lords with dainty fare , I came to feast too , but I dig'd for food In a much richer Myne then Gold or Stone Of any value ballanc't ; 't is a Heart , A Heart my Lords , in which is mine intomb'd , Looke well vpon 't ; d' ee know 't ? Vas. What strange ridle 's this ? Gio. 'T is Annabella's Heart , 't is ; why d' ee startle ? I vow 't is hers , this Daggers poynt plow'd vp Her fruitefull wombe , and left to mee the fame Of a most glorious executioner . Flo. Why mad-man , art thy selfe ? Gio. Yes Father , and that times to come may know , How as my Fate I honoured my reuenge : Lift Father , to your eares I will yeeld vp How much I haue deseru'd to bee your sonne . Flo. What is 't thou say'st ? Gio. Nine Moones haue had their changes , Since I first throughly view'd and truely lou'd Your Daughter and my Sister . Flo. How ! alas my Lords , hee 's a frantick mad-man ! Gio. Father no ; For nine Moneths space , in secret I enjoy'd Sweete Annabella's sheetes ; Nine Moneths I liu'd A happy Monarch of her heart and her , Soranzo , thou know'st this ; thy paler cheeke Beares the Confounding print of thy disgrace , For her too fruitfull wombe too soone bewray'd The happy passage of our stolne delights , And made her Mother to a Child vnborne . Car. Incestuous Villaine . Flo. Oh his rage belyes him . Gio. It does not , 't is the Oracle of truth , I vow it is so . Soran. I shall burst with fury , Bring the strumpet forth . Vas. I shall Sir . Exit Vas. Gio. Doe sir , haue you all no faith To credit yet my Triumphs ? here I sweare By all that you call sacred , by the loue I bore my Annabella whil'st she liu'd , These hands haue from her bosome ript this heart . Is 't true or no sir ? Enter Vas. Vas. 'T is most strangely true . Flo. Cursed man — haue I liu'd to — Dyes . Car. Hold vp Florio , Monster of Children , see what thou hast done , Broake thy old Fathers heart ; is none of you Dares venter on him ? Gio. Let 'em ; oh my Father , How well his death becomes him in his griefes ! Why this was done with Courage ; now surviues None of our house but I , guilt in the blood Of a Fayre sister and a Haplesse Father . Soran. Inhamane scorne of men , hast thou a thought T' outliue thy murthers ? Gio. Yes , I tell thee yes ; For in my fists I beare the twists of life , Soranzo , see this heart which was thy wiues , Thus I exchange it royally for thine , And thus and thus , now braue reuenge is mine . Vas. I cannot hold any longer ; you sir , are you growne insolent in your butcheries ? haue at you . Fight . Gio. Come , I am arm'd to meete thee . Vas. No , will it not be yet ? if this will not , another shall , Not yet ; I shall fitt you anon — Vengeance . Enter Bandetti . Gio. Welcome , come more of you what e're you be , I dare your worst — Oh I can stand no longer , Feeble armes Haue you so soone lost strength . Vas. Now , you are welcome Sir , Away my Maisters , all is done , Shift for your selues , your reward is your owne , Shift for your selues . Ban. Away , away . Exeunt Bandetti . Vas. How d' ee my Lord , see you this ? how is 't ? Soran. Dead ; but in death well pleased , that I haue liu'd To see my wrongs reueng'd on that Blacke Deuill . O Vasques , to thy bosome let mee giue My last of breath , let not that Lecher liue — oh Dyes . Vas. The Reward of peace and rest be with him , My euer dearest Lord and Maister . Gio. Whose hand gaue mee this wound ? Vas. Mine Sir , I was your first man , haue you enough ? Gio. I thanke thee , thou hast done for me but what I would haue else done on my selfe , ar't sure thy Lord is dead ? Vas. Oh Impudent slaue , as sure as I am sure to see the dye , Car. Thinke on thy life and end , and call for mercy . Gio. Mercy ? why I haue found it in this Iustice . Car. Striue yet to cry to Heauen . Gio. Oh I bleed fast , Death , thou art a guest long look't for , I embrace Thee and thy wounds ; oh my last minute comes . Where e're I goe , let mee enjoy this grace , Freely to view My Annabella's face . Dyes . Do. Strange Miracle of Iustice ! Car. Rayse vp the Citty , wee shall be murdered all . Vas. You neede not feare , you shall not ; this strange taske being ended , I haue paid the Duty to the Sonne , which I haue vowed to the Father . Car. Speake wretched Villaine , what incarnate Feind Hath led thee on to this ? Vas.

Honesty , and pitty of my Maisters wrongs ; for know My Lord . I am by birth a Spaniard , brought forth my Countrey in my youth by Lord Soranzo's Father ; whom whil'st he liued , I seru'd faithfully ; since whose death I haue beene to this man , as I was to him ; what I haue done was duty , and I repent nothing , but that the losse of my life had not ransom'd his .

Car. Say Fellow , know'st thou any yet vnnam'd Of Counsell in this Incest ? Vas. Yes , an old woeman , sometimes Guardian to this murthered Lady . Car. And what 's become of her ? Vas.

Within this Roome shee is , whose eyes after her confession I caus'd to be put out , but kept aliue , to confirme what from Giouanni's owne mouth you haue heard : now My Lord , what I haue done , you may Iudge of , and let your owne wisedome bee a judge in your owne reason .

Car. Peace ; First this woeman chiefe in these effects , My sentence is , that forthwith shee be tane Out of the City , for examples sake , There to be burnt to ashes . Do. 'T is most iust . Car. Be it your charge Donado , see it done . Do. I shall . Vas. What for mee ? if death , 't is welcome , I haue beene honest to the Sonne , as I was to the Father . Car. Fellow , for thee ; since what thou did'st , was doue Not for thy selfe , being no Italian , Wee banish thee for euer , to depart Within three dayes , in this wee doe dispense With grounds of reason not of thine offence . Vas. 'T is well ; this Conquest is mine , and I reioyce that a Spaniard out-went an Italian in reuenge . Exit Vas. Car. Take vp these slaughtered bodies , see them buried , And all the Gold and Iewells , or whatsoeuer , Confiscate by the Canons of the Church , Wee ceaze vpon to the Popes proper vse . Richar. Your Graces pardon , thus long I liu'd disguis'd To see the effect of Pride and Lust at once Brought both to shamefull ends . Car. What Richardetto whom wee thought for dead ? Do. Sir was it you — Richar. Your friend . Car. Wee shall haue time To talke at large of all , but neuer yet Incest and Murther haue so strangely met . Of one so young , so rich in Natures store , Who could not say , 'T is pitty shee 's a Whoore ? Exeunt . FINIS .

The generall Commendation deserued by the Actors , in their Presentment of this Tragedy , may easily excuse such few faults , as are escaped in the Printing : A common charity may allow him the ability of spelling , whom a secure confidence assures that hee cannot ignorantly erre in the Application of Sence .

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O you thinke I am a blocke-head Vnkle , no sir , Poggio knowes 〈◊〉 I could call you faire , and lie as fast as any that loues you , but 〈◊〉 his beard : I am wise enough to tell you I can board where I see occasian , or if you ● marry mee ; if you like mine better then his , I will marry you in spight of your teeth flaughter tale , whose euery word Threatens eternall slaughter to the soule : I'me sorry I haue heard it Shere●ae● She reades , Ente● Enter Bergetto and Poggio . hau● Why doe's not hee say so ? if I should haue sayd no , I should haue giuen him the lye hau● so ? if I should haue sayd no , I should haue giuen him the lye Vnkle , and so haue deseru'd ●ewell's Whose Iewell's that ? wouldnot but since you are a Noble man , and one I would not wish should spend his youth in hopes ●las Sir , and so is yours , if you knew all . — 'las sir , I am sorry for that , may bee 'tis youth● but the Maides sicknesse , an ouer-fluxe of youth, , and then sir , there is no such present presentremedy of youth , and then sir , there is no such present remedy , as present Marriage . But hath forgiue'ce childe , You know what you haue done ; Heauen forgiue'ee , 'Tis too late to repent , now Heauen helpe so● It shall be so. . sist●r man from forth his Cell , To visit my sicke sister , that with words Of ghostly comfort in ●Giouanni 'Twas well done Giouanni , thou herein Hast shewed a Christians care will-doe't Here 'tis in this Box , Doubt nothing , this will doe't ; in any case As you respect your ●itt So , if this bitt , I'le laugh and hug reuenge ; And they wedding●feast hug reuenge ; And they that now dreame of a wedding-feast , May chance to mourne the lusty Bridegromes W●ll Vnkle else , if hee should know the drift , Will hinder all , and call his Couze to shrift notsweete-meates Haue you not sweete-meates , or dainty deuices for me Heestayes Hee stayes belowe . ●ay Is all this mine owne blood ? nay then good-night with me , Poggio . commend resolue●● No , let him laugh , I'me arm'd in my resolues Be thou still true . Ala● Alas poore Creature , he ment no man harme , 〈◊〉 businesse ? well sir , we haue knowledge on't Le that suffice . Le businesse ? well sir , we haue knowledge on't Let that suffice . Saint● Feast ; Such fit repasts are pleasing to the Saints Who are your guests , though not with mortall apoysond He giues her a poysond Cup , She drinks . noton't woman , as for life there's no hope , thinke not on't . thought● fate : I sued not to thee , for , but that I thought Your Ever-loving Lordship would haue runne Cuer-louing not to thee , for , but that I thought Your Ever-loving Lordship would haue runne Madd on denyall Wh●re Do'st thou laugh ? Come Whore , tell mee your louer , or by Truth I'le be-leapred pull thy hayre , and thus I'le drag Thy lust be-leagred body through the dust . Yet tell his name ● to the worst , strike , and strike home , I leaue reuenge behind , and thou shalt feel't cre Yet tell mee ere thou dyest , and tell mee truely , Knowes Ve●geance I will not slacke my Vengeance . misfortu●es haue her confesse the Authors of her present misfortunes I warrant'ee , 'tis an vnconscionable demand rul'd● the senting out your wrongs to mee , bee rul'd as you respect your honour , or you marr doeso Or what ? you must not doe so , let me yet perswade your sufferance lear●e so quickly too ? 'twere a fine policy to learne by whom this must be knowne : and I haue w●ung , that you could tell , and ment to haue wrung it out of you , but I somewhat pacified that● of you , but I somewhat pacified him for that; ; yet sure you know a great , deale . harme● Thou wilt stand betweene mee and harme ? sf●ot Gag her I say 'sfoot d'ee suffer her to prate ? what d'ee fumble bi●ch I'le helpe your old gums , you Toad-bellied bitch ; sirs , carry her closely into the Coale-house trayn'dour height of liberty in damnation hath the Deuill trayn'd our age , her Brother , well ; there's yet T●●th Tooke too much of the flesh I beleeue . T●●th Troth sir and you I thinke hauee'ne hitt it , hauee'ne Troth sir and you I thinke haue e'ne hitt it , But My vertuous Lady . Soran● Soran eloath'd out-side of the face , Is cursed if it be not cloath'd with grace : Here like a Turtle ( mew'd feele● Might passe from thee , that I alone might feele The torment of an vncontrouled flame . Hugg● But they who sleepe in Lethargies of Lust Hugge their confusion , making Heauen vniust , v●●ius● Lust Hugge their confusion , making Heauen vniust , And so did I . 〈◊〉 heart . Shee writes wee are discouered , pox on dreames Of lowe faint-hearted Cowardise o● heart . Shee writes wee are discouered , pox on dreames Of lowe faint-hearted Cowardise Traytoms which way is't possible ? Are wee growne Traytours to our owne delights ? Confusion take such Magni●ico's with the Popes reuerend Nuntio , and other Magnifico's of Parma , haue promis'd their presence wil● of Parma , haue promis'd their presence , wilt please you to be of the number ? you● So I'le say — my seruice to you. . 〈◊〉 You will not goe I trust . ●o●sts his armies of confounding plagues , With hoasts of dangers hot as blazing Starrs , I would fort● honourable Friends , Good brother get her forth . ●is You are our Friend my Lord , his holinesse Shall vnderstand , how zealously ●s celebrate your Feast with Ciuill mirth , As ancient custome teacheth : wee will goe Lord● chang'd so soone ? hath your new sprightly Lord Found out a tricke in night-games more then ●hat Feast Was not ordayn'd to riott in expence : That haue now beene chambred here alone , Bard Ci●ill though perhaps The Lawes of Conscience and of Ciuill vse May iustly blame vs , yet when they col●ured how sweetely Life doth runne In these well coloured veines ! how constantly These Palmes doe ●●●enge Thus dye , and dye by mee , and by my hand , Revenge is mine ; Honour doth loue Command . resolu●e Remember Sir what you haue to do , be wise and resolute . f●ace Father no ; For nine Moneths space , in secret I enjoy'd Sweete Annabella's bewray'd● disgrace , For her too fruitfull wombe too soone bewray'd The happy passage of our stolne delights survines griefes ! Why this was done with Courage ; now surviues None of our house but I , guilt in the blood wouuds long look't for , I embrace Thee and thy wounds ; oh my last minute comes . Where e're I murderedall Rayse vp the Citty , wee shall be murdered all . thoughr What Richardetto whom wee thought for dead ?