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 Sicily and Naples, or, The fatall union. A tragœdy. By S.H. A.B è C. Ex. Fatall union. Fatall vnion. S.H. (Samuel Harding), b. 1618. Papillon, Philip, b. 1619 or 20, [12], 64, 85-96 p. Printed by William Turner, Oxford : 1640. 1640

S.H. = Samuel Harding.

Editor's dedication signed: P.P., i.e. Philip Papillon.

In verse.

Running title reads: The fatall vnion.

Reproduction of the original in the University of Chicago. Library.

 A02629 shc Sicily and Naples Harding, Samuel Madeline Burg Lydia Zoells 1640 play tragedy shc no A02629 S103841 (STC 12757). 88 29104 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. Incorporated ~ 10,000 textual changes made to the SHC corpus by Hannah Bredar, Kate Needham, and Lydia Zoells between April and July 2015 during visits, separately or together, to the Bodleian, Folger and Houghton Libraries as well as the Rare Book Libraries at Northwestern University and the University of Chicago

SICILY AND NAPLES , OR , THE FATALL VNION . A Tragoedy . By S. H. A. B. è C. Ex :

— dignum est sub luce videri , Iudicis argutum quod non formidat acumen .

OXFORD , Printed by WILLIAM TURNER . 1640 .

Dramatis Personae . King of Naples . His favourite . An humourous old Lord . A noble Generall Three Captaines . Three Captaines . Three Captaines . A Courtier , friend to Valenzo . A Physitian . Zisco Creatures of Vrsini . Creatures of Vrsini . Creatures of Vrsini . Page to Calantha . Servants . Guard . Daughter of Sicily . Niece to Ferrando . Two Sicilian Ladies . Two Sicilian Ladies . Mention'd , King of Sicily . Alberto Marquesse of Durazzo .

The SCENE . NAPLES .

To the Reader . Reader ,

IN Publishing this Tragoedy I have so farre sinn'd against the modesty of my friend , that there is nothing sufficient to to excuse mee , but thy favour : Those that have dar'd dislike it already , would grow proud , if by presenting it to the common view , I did not shew for what a nothing I esteeme their censures ; whatsoever syllable there be , that they ever cavill'd at , is therefore not omitted , that thou may'st have wherein , or to laugh at their vaine Criticising , or to shew thine owne candour ; I doubt not but in thy approbation they shall see , what poore imaginary Hercules's they were that had no other Monsters to combat here , but what themselves made . That it was envy'd the glory which it might have receiv'd from the Stage , may be one reason to commend it to thee , since in this kinde there is little now adaies not applauded , but what is good : And for mine owne part I was never so maliciously uncharitable , as to goe about to undoe at once , the Stationer , and my Friend's credit . Thou shalt pardon mee this onely fault , that I have hereby dull'd that praise , which thy selfe might'st have receiv'd in making a good play , since I have layd before thee so faire a copy to write by . I dare not hope but it will be equally unexpected , and unwelcome to the Authour , to see the world acquainted with this toy , ( as hee usually termes it , ) which himselfe hath by this even learn'd to forget : Thy acceptance shall be my apology to him , and indeed I may justly challenge of thee a more than ordinary good will , since I have hazarded the losse of his love , onely that I might shew my selfe

Thy friend , and servant P. P.
To my deserving friend S: H : on his excellent Tragedy , called the Fatall Union . Ingenious friend , T' adorne thy head , Apollo will not spare From violence his Daphne's tempting haire ; Lo you the Muses carrying circled boughs Strive , who should first come neare , and wreath thy browes ; But sad Melpomene , ( who knowes her right And title to the matter that you write . ) Casts off the heavy buskins , which shee wore , Quickens her leaden pace , and runnes before ; Hyes to pale Shakespeares urne , and from his tombe Takes up the bayes , and hither she is come ; Thalia is her second who concludes Thee her's , from thy true Comicke interludes ; The rest on Clio lay their crownes , that fame , May'nt want a bayes , when shee but sings thy name . BEN is deceas'd , and yet I dare avow . ( Without that booke ) BEN 's redivivus now , I could beleeve a Metempsycosis , And that thy soule were not thine owne , but his Or else the Genius which did wait upon His worthy quill serves thee , now he is gone ; But I observe this difference , thy braine Vents fancies with a pleasure , his with paine ; His were mature indeed , they went full time Before they were deliver'd into time ; Thine were conceiv'd , brought forth at once , yet may As they are faire , be as long-liv'd as they ; Who reads thy play-worke ( Friend ) needs not compell , Or force thy lines to make them paralell With his , unlesse 'cause thou contract'st in one Small part , what he in a whole play has done . His humorists in thy Alphonso ly : Sejanus , Catiline's damn'd treachery Lives in Ursini's treasons , there is not BEN's Fox can scape the policy o' th plot . 'T is true , thine never walk't upon the stage . In fine , gay clothes ( the praysers of this age , ) Nor in a full throng'd theater did'st begge Confus'd applause , with a cring'd Courtiers legge ; Such flatteries would abuse thy poëm , thou Had'st nere an entrance , though an exit now ; Thine is expos'd unto the worlds large eye , In it 's unchang'd and native infancie , Before some Players braine new drencht in sacke Do's clap each terme new fancies on it 's backe ; Or in 'ts front t' beares this apology For th' Stationer , it tooke his Majestie , After a third presentment , thou hast none Of these poore succours , thine is meere thy owne ; And that so singular as thou may'st dare The quickest wit , severest censurer To view 't , review it , and at length receive From thy intended enemy a wreathe , NICH . DOWNEY , A. B. è C. Ex.
To my loving friend S. H. on his Tragedy entituled SICILY and NAPLES , or the FATALL UNION . WOnder not ( friend ) if I admire thy pen That has so lively drawne the deaths of men , And in such deeper scenes of Tragedy , Has cloth'd thy fury Comick-wittily : Thy lines runne smooth , and lofty , and expresse At once their terrour , and their pleasantnesse : Th' hast mingled mirth with horrour , and hast showne Delight and cruelty compos'd in one . Ferrando , and Calanth' are re-inliv'd , And have from thee their tombe , and birth deriv'd : Naples , and Sicily do owe their glory To thee for this their everliving story ; Thy hand proclaimes their fame , thy pen has lent Their Chronicles a grace ; and supplement : And what before was Fatall , now 's become A Happy , and a lasting Union . Rob: Stapylton , A. B. Aul. Alban .
To my deare friend the Authour on his FATALL UNION . THus ( Friend ) the bayes still flourish ; Johnson dead , Randolph deceas'd , they fall to crowne thy head ; Yet see , how full his flowing fancie meetes With thy rich Genius ! and sweetly greets Thy first-borne infant , making almost one A jealous , and a Fatall Union : Thine is a full , stuff't , fluent wit , that speakes Meerly it's owne ; not like the running leakes Of a crack't crazy braine , that dribbles forth Either but little , or what 's little worth ; His straines lift high too , thine mount ; all confesse Both tyre expression with a curious dresse , And tricke it up so neatly , 't doth surpasse ; The Muses sure lent both a looking-glasse ; The difference ( if any ) this may be , Chame brought him up , but Isis foster'd thee . 'Twixt thee and him ( Great BEN ! ) a parallel Would chance strike credit deafe , make envie swell , Swell then who list , and burst ; since dead s thy heire , He 's to thy wit the sole Executer : ( T. Randolph . ) The legacies being paid , all he assayes , S'no more than what he well deserves , thy bayes : His Muse but yet new borne hath felt thy fate ; And like thine glories in the rabbles hate ; As soone as shee had life , she was wish't dead , Or under her owne ashes buried ; But now a glorious Phoenix rais'd is shee From this and her supposed Tragedie . RICH. DODDRIDGE . A. B. C. Exon.
To my good friend the Authour . IF fancie , language , wit , deserve the praise That 's due to Poets , ( friend , ) then take the bayes ; For this thy Poëm who so reads , in it Shall finde a loftie fancie , a quicke wit , In such smooth language clad , so pure , so free From affectation , or obscuritie , That nothing here 's superfluous , lest to be Full fraught with wit , be superfluitie : 'T is policie in some , whose workes are lame , To set their friends i' th front , that their false fame May make their lines be read ; others , whose worth Deserves all praise , as foyles to set them forth : Such friends are wee to you , our lines and wee Serve but for foyles unto thy worke , and thee , Which to it selfe and you can onely raise An everlasting Monument of praise . A. SHORT . A. B. C. Exon.
To my friend the Authour on his FATALL UNION . WHat ? Printed though not acted ? do's this age Use to employ the Presse before the Stage ? Perhaps thy Tragedy did claime such state As none of us should fitly personate : Or swell'd so full of fancie , we might feare A pleasant surfeit taken through the eare ; How as distraught with too much sense , wee finde Calantha shew her fixt , unsettled minde ; Distraction cloth'd in such a dresse of wit , That even staid judgements well may envie it : Them thrice , thrice happie I esteeme to be That are indued with such rare Lunacy . Felicia from her sex , and friends exil'd , Is pregnant with conceits , as great with child : While wee mov'd by her passion , love her more , Than e're she doated on the Prince before . Methinkes Valenzo , and Charintha meete Chastly though yet unmarried , in one sheete ; At length the wish't Catastrophe combines Her myrtle and his bay , in amorous twines : Ursini to our censure doth commend A faithlesse Traytour , though most truly penn'd , And masked Zisco , though thrice blacker now , Richly : deserves the Readers Candid brow : Thy quill upholds Ferrando's royaltie , Who before NAPLE's King , s' now crown'd by thee ; Changing the golden circlet of his brow For verdant sprigges , crop't from thy Laurell bough : Thy interludes so apt , their queintnesse such , Our mirth doth make us wrong thy plot too much ; To which ( like thy Physitian ) streight wee fly , Abhorring others skilfull'st harmony . Go on , brave Genius , though some fooles controule The envy'd soaring of thine active soule . ED: HALL. A. B. C. Exon.
To the Authour on his FATALL UNION . INstead of high rear'd trophies to thy praise Th' hast rais'd up envious tongues , to blast thy bayes ; For th' Muses , and their darling Poëts be Conjoyn'd in one sad plot , to ruine thee : The Muses charge thee with flat Felony , Complaining thou hast robb'd their treasury , And left them dowerlesse ; Then the Poëts plot , Is how to staine thee with extortions blot ; Since th' hast engross't all wit , and set a price . So high , that he 's undone who ever buyes ; So that their best endeavours , with small wares Must be pack't up , to visit Country Faires ; Or lye neglected , till some hand assigne Perhaps that happy chance , to cover thine : But let them spit their gall ; whilst wee admire The mounting flames of thy Poëticke fire : Go on to stirre their envie ; since blinde fate Doates onely on the worst , purchase her hate . IOH: HALL. Jur : Stud : Aul : Alb.
To the Authour . THe Fatall sisters sure are muses growne , Else whence proceeds this Fatall Union ? Or Muses Fatall sisters wee discry Those in thy Play , these in thy Tragedy : I' th front o' th booke , a troope all prest to be Guards to thy Naples , and faire Sicily , So many lines , and thou their center ; Quils To impe thy winged Pegasus , and rills Paid to thy Hippocrene , a tribute show , Which we as subjects to thy crowne do owe , Leaves to thy Laurell ; not to decke thy head , But strew the way , wherein thy buskins treade , As at thy Muses marriage ; whom till now We thought confin'd by some o're-maiden vow To live encloystred ; and for want of men Wooe images , and pictures ; but thy pen Has made her now a Mother ; see her laid In Geniall sheetes , where she 's no more a Maid , But a chaste Prostitute ; nay more I 'le sweare She is , O — a female revisher : For which , as a crackt Vestall , some did strive With vaine attempts to bury her alive ; Things hid' in wide-sleeve gownes , all you can see Of Artists in them is , they 'r come t' A.B. Men that thy play , as some new lesson con , And hacke , and mangle thy blest Union ; Poore fooles ! I pitty them ; how would they looke , If at the barre BEN JOHNSON were their booke ? His fox would on these geese revenge thee so , We should no hissing but i' th Common know ; Nor neede they other halter , Catiline Affords them rope enough , in each strong line : But thou may'st pardon them , whose spight has made Thee famous , whilst , like the sad owle affraid Of wrens , thou hast unto thy Ivy fled , And where thou thought'st to hide , hast crown'd thy head : They now must stand , and gaze with us , which bee Alas too ignorant to censure thee . We know not whether we should wring our hands , Or clap them at thy poëm , which commands As much our griefe as pleasure , not an eye That reads , but acts in teares thy Tragedy : Nay we are more then actours , thou may'st call Us mourners , and thy play a funerall : Champions all steele , ( which ne're shed drop but those Forc't from their veines , not by their friends , but foes , ) At each sad accent , sweare they 'r stabb'd i' th eye , Betray their babies there , and downe-right cry . But when we turne our eyes , and marke thy veine . Streight our too much of joy is all our paine , We stand enchanted , every word appeares A charme , lines circles , letters characters , Which ravish us to phrensie : had wee seene It acted , sure thy Tragedy t 'had bin ; Our claps had thunderstrooke thee , thou would'st call This hand a club , that Brontes iron maule , T'other Pyrachmon's , the loud scene would be Their forge , ( the Aetna of thy Sicily , ) Thundering upwards : but thy Muse doth need No claps , or loud applause , ( like swans which breed Onely in noyse ) to give her issues birth , No Hums , nor Dam-me-boyes to set her forth : Scorning all glory that is not her owne , Nor needing a Blacke-Fryers shaven crowne , ( As some , ) to wispe her temples , though put forth So poore , that six-pence charge buyes all she 's worth ; She 'le out-blaze bright Aglaura's shining robe : Her scene shall never change , the world 's her Globe . S. HALL. A. M. C. Exon :

Reader . Before thou proceed'st farther , mend with thy pen these few escapes of the presse : The delight & pleasure I dare promise thee to finde in the whole , will largely make amends for thy paines in correcting some two or three syllables .

Pag. 1. l. 16. for in r. on . p. ib. l. 17. f. their 's r. they 'r . ib. l. 19. dele too . p. 2. l. 18. f. cold lazy r. cold and lazy . p. 4. l. 13. f. our divided r. our long divided . p. 8. l. 8. dele had . p. 9. l. 20. f. come r. came . p. 14. l. 25. dele ( with musitians ) p. 25. l. 34. f. these o're r. these are . p. ib. l. 35. f. you r. you . p. 27. l. 8. f. runne r. runne . out . p. 29. l. 11. f. thee , r. the . p. 33. l. 20. f. that joy r. those jo yes . p. 35. l. 25. f. whither r. wither . p. 37. l. 9. f. have r. leave . p. 38. l. 3. f. wild , r. wide . p. 60.3 . f. auger r. anger . p. 85. l. 17. f. thinkes r. thankes . p. 91. f. forfeited r. surfeited .

SICILY and NAPLES , OR The Fatall Vnion .
ACT. I.
SCEN. I. A March within , the word , 1. stand , 2. stand , 3. stand : drumme beates a summons , trumpets sound : then enter Valenzo , Contareno , Galeotto . Val. THere , take your orders , and dispatch ; Your known faiths will not let me doubt th' observance Of the least circumstance . Gal: Yet give me leave ( most noble Generall To aske the reason , since his Highnesse lest A free dispose at his departure , why You should use so much severity in your commands ? Cont.

Not a man enter the citty in forfeiture of his life ? their 's somewhat hard conditions ; I 've enter'd a Kingdome , and help't to winne it too , on farre easier termes ; this o' th sudden , and so unexpected too may meete with a harsh construction .

Gal. For mine owne part , I 've bin so long absent , Especially being a poore servant to the state too , I dare conclude I 'me lost to all their memories ; Nor do I love the Campe so ill , to part with it To win upon their faiths ; urge a tedious catalogue Of my dead ancestours , and then search records To shew I was their country-man ; all this For a cold welcome , or an annuall pension ; To shew my scores of wounds , that tally up So many months pay behind hand : which After seven yeares misery in an hospitall , Shall be both wip't off together : yet all Are not of my humour . Cont. What though your dull fat Senators , those land-Porpices That skip , and friske i' th storme they n'ere are hurt with , Those heavy lubbers , lapt in sweaty furres , Batning on sleepe and ease , lie snorting out The peace poore Souldiers purchase , And not so much as dreame of toyle , or danger , Sleight what they are ignorant of : yet you ( my Lord ) May know , if cold lazy recompences injure Our high deserts such usage kils outright : Gal.

True Contareno , that is their intent .

Cont.

L'as we bring no diseases home with us , unlesse valour be one ; no meager troopes of thinne starvelings , that they should feare a famine from our commerce , we have fed high , though somewhat irreverently : nor returne wee in our old skins , blew coats , thrum'd cappes , that harbour so much vermine , they might feare we 'de scatter one of Egypts plagues among them ; and make e'm all lowsie .

Val. Enjoy the freedome of your speech ; yet know That they are ignorant of these in junctions , And for a testimony of their loves Unto your faire deservings , are all ready To meete their Countries patriots , ( so they terme you ) After their ancient custome , with procession ; Gal. Shew us an enemy then , or danger that is reall , And not the birth of feare , and we 'le returne : Val.

Nay , you may stay at home too :

Gal.

At home ?

Cont. 'T is so : Our sons of peace have caught a surfeit , & would be physick't for 't . ha ! doe they mutiny ? doe the fierce rammes advance their hornes , to batter downe the walls that kept them safe ? Val. Be more compos'd and heare me , though you hate Treason as ill as cowardice , yet I must Tell you , you 're the men have brought The enemy home to Naples , I meane the army : For what lesse can I terme such a vast body , Consisting of such disproportion'd members ; Flesh't with the spoyles of fertile Sicily , Enrich't with what a happy soyle can yeeld To an insulting conquerour ; fed too With glorious hopes of ease , and plenty ? You know how hard a taske you underwent To governe them abroad , when tam'd by want , Thirst , hunger , heate , and cold ; judge then what sway Authority can beare , when by this change They are growne mad , and mutinous ; who shall Compose their private jarres , and quarrels , when Their full cups adde fury to their pride ? Gal.

Enough : this speech hath cut of all reply ,

Val. Besides , you know Sicily is now in Naples ; The Prince a captive to his Prisoner : How farre his easie nature may be wrought upon Is yet uncertaine , his yeares though they have outdone History , are not yet grown up to the ripenesse of experience For my severity ; ( I 'de gladly have You call it by another name ; ) it is My duty , ( if not yours ) I take it , to be vigilant . Gal. My Lord , thinke what I spake was but to gaine Satisfaction , which you have amply given . Cont. And what should I doe i' th City ? that retaine No more of my education there , than what I gain'd In the Artillery yard : my company Would be shun'd there more than poverty , Or a disease ; I should be interdicted The Court , meerly because I 'me out of fashion , Or for feare of challenges — Troth for the Ladies , The homeliest please mee best ; I am as much Too rough hewen for them , as they 're to polisht for me : My constitution requires a dispatch I' th vaulting businesse , beyond that of tedious Niceties , and wittie prologues . Val. Gongales , and Petrucchio's regiment I 've left aboard to guard the fleete , your's must Make safe the Castle , and the land forts ; you Cannot endeare mee more than by your circumspection ; The Citty will be all in triumph at These nuptials , twixt our divided houses ; Thinke these Sicilian's , though you have wonne And forc't them to groane beneath your sword , may yet At heart be traitours ; if not , oportunitie May make them so ; at such a time as this Surprize is easie ; history hath such examples , Unfortunate ones ; and you 'de be loath to adde Unto the number . Gal. You have chalk't out a way That leads to honour , and we are hastie To pursue it : Val.

I shall report you noble .

Cont. And Generall , de' e heare , if you meet with Ere a masculine feminine , that has impudence Enough , to follow an army , a wench of twagging hanches , And full things , fend her to mee , she shall be my laundresse . Val. Good Captaine be lesse wild , and use mee , To the losse of honour . Exeunt Captaines .
ACT : 1. SCEN. II. Valenzo , a servant . Enter Piero . Val.

Didst meet with him ? — he 's here already .

Valenzo runs to embrace him , Piero retires . Piero ! — why this distance ? Is 't in the power of severall climes to breake Our sympathies in nature ? true , I have Bin long estrang'd from you , not from your vertue ; Why then should you deny your strict embraces ? Pier. Valenzo ! you are growne too great , and glorious For my friendship ; become a theame for Princes , Whose worthy acts inrich their high discourse : The greedy multitude , snatching each word , As it falls from 'em , weare your praise As their best ornament ! Val. How have I lost my friend , And see Piero , for being so thou would'st Nor mocke , nor flatter me ! Pier. Alas Valenzo ! You prejudice your Princes wisdome , and Your owne just merits , those favours yet Were never worne by them , that had not first Deserv'd them . Val. You meane these titles , vaine and emptie names ; Let mee enjoy thee still , I 'le disinvest My selfe of all additions , can but swell Our pride , not vertue up ; my Ancestours Have left mee rich enough in title to Your friendship , and fore I forfeit that ! — That wee could mingle soules . — ( Embrace . ) Pier. Though you be prodigall of your affections , Yet be not cruell to your Charintha , Who must needs suffer in this wilfull scorne , You throw on that your valour dearly purchast . Val

Charintha mine ! I hold all worth in her .

Pier. Were you as monstrous for impiety , as now You are fam'd for vertue , such was her pious thrift , In treasuring up her cleane and humble prayers , You could not die unpardon'd , every houre ( As you are alwaies lyable to danger , ) Can witnesse , with what forward zeale she begg'd Heaven , to avert the stroake before it came : We have taken so much pleasure in her orizons , That even prophane men to have heard her pray , Would turne devout , were there no merit in 't . Val. No more ; my reason yeelds unto my passion . And 't is a joy requires mee meete it with My best temper ; I would not surfeit Nor swallow it too greedily ; some light mixture Of griefe would give a relish to 't ; tell me , come — What face weares the Court ? how lookes it On our new dignities ? Envie ( like the Sunne ) Darts her beames hottest on the rising bankes : Ursini the grand favorite , is at Court , And has his Princes bosome ? Pier. That 's his sanctuary , His safety lies there , yet ( though I professe No augury ) I foresee , and read His fall , all these vast glories which he boasts , Are built upon the ruines of Alberto , His tombe-stone is the basis of that building , Which we admire , but thinke not safe . Val.

There was a noble house soone lost .

Pier. Sooner ( I beleeve ) than t' will be forgotten ; But what was that Frederico , Albert's sonne ? Val. One that with his father's vertues Inherited his unhappy fate , young he was , And valiant ; receiv'd and knowne so . Pier. Had hee beene lesse fam'd , he had not yet Beene number'd with the dead ; ( you are my friend , My Lord , ) I speake my thoughts , and freely ; — Ursini endures no rivall . Val. I 've maintain'd Faire correspondencie with him at distance , But like not his embracements . Pier. T' is dangerous to be neere him ; There 's such an Antipathy , twixt him , and vertue , He weares it's ruine in his lookes . Val. 'T is strange , A Prince so wise and vertuous should not descry His falshood through his visour ; or at least Lend eare to the loud cries of wronged Innocents . Pier. He hath no use of either eare , or eye , But what his lov'd Ursini lends him ; hee Onely rules , and limits his affections ; Suffers him not to cast a frowne or smile , But where he pleases ; his next indearement , is His care o' th Princesse , our Sicilian captive : Whom sorrow for her fathers death , ( slaine in The warre , by him that was design'd her lover ; Our fam'd Prince Ferrando , ) has brought Into a desperate melancholy ; what reward He expects , I cannot tell , unlesse it be The Crowne : you have heard of her strange distemper ? Val. And wonder at the sudden change : I 've seene her , maugre all those sudden feares , Her tender age , and womanhood could urge ; Stand in the head of troopes , that we ev'n fear'd They had engag'd some Goddesse in their quarrell ; Beare up against the enemy , when her men Lay scatter'd in the plaines , like the ripe eares The wealthy harvest yeelds into the Grange . Pier. I know not how , but sure sh 'as made the King Wilde ; he has such divers fits , as he had learn'd To be mysterious in 's passion ; I have seene him weepe , Like a fond mother o're her tender babe , Whom too rude fate has ravish't unripe from her : Then rave , and curse , talke as he wanted reason To guide his speeches Organ : or soft sleepe To recall his stragling senses : Mutter distracted thoughts in broken words , Untill he lights upon her name , and then He bowes at the recitall ; blesses himselfe In th' often repetition of Calantha . Val. There 's somewhat in 't , her passion should lye hid So long , and now breake out so violently . She rather seem'd too thrifty , than too prodigall Of teares , when she left Sicily ; and taught us To call 't our chiefest happinesse , we should have A Queene , that raign'd at home , that bore more sway Over the people of her brest , than country . Pier. Alas poore maid ! why now she 's a true captive To passion , and to Naples : had shee beene still Queene over her great selfe , none could have said She 'd had beene unhappy ; now , and not till now She 's truly miserable . Val.

'T is holinesse to pittie her .

Pier. Our teares are better spent upon her sorrowes , Than our owne sinnes , she talkes so prettily , Clothes griefe in such a sad , and pious garbe , So void of any rudenesse , that wee see Composednesse in distraction , reason in madnesse ; She never walkes but when she 's led along , And that so faintly , as she had not spirits Enough to actuate her tender limbes : Want of meate and sleepe have made her seeme A living coarse ; to see her weepe , you 'de feare That every drop were her owne funerall teare . Exeunt .
ACT. I. SCEN. III . Enter Fungoso , Zisco running after him . Zis.

— Hell , and furies ! —

kickes him , & exit . Fun.

Oh! oh ! oh !

A Moore ! a divell ! a meere divell ! his very lookes spake him so , but for his club-foote , his damnable club-foote , ( Asse that I was not to see it , I 'me sure I feele it now , ) 't is an infallible signe : This damn'd Divell did I bring to Court , and preferr'd him ; but I 'me serv'd well enough , he that doe's the Divell a good turne shall be sure to bee thus rewarded . If I should chance to die a sinner ( as 't is ten to one but I shall , ) hee 'le know mee againe , for I shall carry his markes to my grave : because my Lord Ursini was pleas'd to exchange some few words with him in private , he grew so insolent , that I going to strike him ( in passion , in choller I confesse ) he falls a kicking me in 'th open Court .

Enter Cassio , and Gratti , whispering 'T was my Lord Ursini's command . Fun.

And looks , as if he would , have spet fire ; but had I not knowne him to be a divell indeed , I 'de spet fire with him .

Grut.

How ? so hot Signiour ?

Cass.

Men in anger may do anything .

Fung. Anything ? with your leave Sir , And you 're a foole , and an asse . — Gives him a boxe on th' eare . Cass. Do' e find it so by my eares ? — And I 'le try what you are — Grut.

Draw i' th Court ? I must see the peace kept .

Fung.

Gentlemen , you know I 'me passionate , cholericke , somewhat cholericke .

Cass.

And I intend to physicke you for 't ; here 's that will allay your heat .

Grut.

'T is downe already .

Cassio puts up his sword . Fun.

I won't be jeer'd .

Grut.

Wee intend no abuse , Signiour , wee onely come to gratulate your good fortune , you are turn'd favourite of late .

Fung.

It has pleas'd his Majesty to take some small notice of mee .

Grut.

Yes , and the Ladies speake high , & gloriously of you .

Fung.

Of mee ?

Cass.

You could not but observe it as you walk't the streets : you are the onely object they gaze at .

Fung.

In troth I did not thinke —

Grut.

Come you are modest now .

Cass.

Who was 't you bless't to'ther day with a favour ?

Fung.

I give a favour ?

Grut.

Why man ? you meant it should be seene .

Fung.

I slip't a point indeed in a Countesses chamber .

Grut.

Slip't a point ?

Fun.

Drop't it , drop't it , but t' was not worth the taking up .

Cass.

And yet I 've heard her boast it as a speciall gift from your owne hands .

Fung.

Indeed I flung it somewhat scornfully , because shee was very importunate ; troth I was angry , shee would have none but that .

Grut.

Wer 't not for this filthy fretting humour of yours , I could tell you —

Fung.

What good Grutti ?

Grut.

Of a Lady .

Fung.

By my best hopes in love with me , is she not ?

Grut.

I 'me not so happy as to be acquainted with her intents , but I have heard her in my Lord Ursini's presence commend you highly .

Fung.

Prithee who is 't ?

Grut.

The Lady Charintha .

Fung.

The Lady Charintha ; what should I do with her ? she 's honest , the onely precise Madame of the Court .

Grut.

They that drop the most beads , may commit the most sinnes , but wer 't not so , you have a kind of tempting presence , and besides —

Whisper . Fung.

Oh! I understand you , she 's his Lordship's reversion .

Grut.

St , not a word .

Fung.

I 'le to her presently .

Exit . Grut.

This is my Lord Ursini's plot , to slander that Ladies chastitie .

Cass.

And he has charg'd me , to whisper 't about Court , that he has enjoy'd her .

Grut.

I wonder much , since he seekes her himselfe in marriage , why hee should thus traduce her .

Cass.

On my conscience she 's vertuous .

Grut.

His plots are darke , and mystie , but come , prithee let 's leave this talke , we have state knowledge enough already to make us melancholy : I 'le shew thee a scene of mirth —

Cass.

Where lies it ?

Grut.

This Physitian that was sent for hither from the Universitie to our melancholy Princesse , they say , indures no musicke , and I 've prepar'd a whole consort of these gut-scrapers this morning to salute him ; no doubt but hee 'le bee be very bountifull .

Cass.

If the varlets can make good use of his charity .

Grut.

I wonder much the Court endures him here ; he 's an odde humersome fellow .

Cass.

His art priviledges him .

Exeunt .
ACT : I. SCEN. IV. Ursini . a Servant . Ser.

My Lord . —

Urs.

Conduct that Moore hither , and see wee have all privacie that may be .

Ser.

Hee shall weare my life upon his sword that enters without my leave .

Exit Ser. Enter Zisco . Urs. See , he comes : here 's one that 's fit to kill a King , A thing , whose soule is nothing but a spot Transmitted from foule parricides , whose thoughts aside . Weare a more deepe and horrid blacke , than that Which spreads upon his body — My Zisco welcome . Zisc.

This day my Lord —

Urs. No more , I know what thou would'st say : I promis'd To endeare thee to Ferrando's love , and knowledge , Are you according to my instructions ready To meete all his demands ? Zis.

Perfect .

Urs.

With a forg'd Commendamus from his holinesse ?

Zisc. — Of my stout service done against the Turkes In the Lepanto battle , where I turn'd Christian , And was baptiz'd in mine owne blood . Urs.

'T is well , but how stands't thou resolv'd for our designe ?

Zisc. Unmov'd as destiny . — Could you have told me of it in that minute I should have acted it , I 'de owe you for The glory of a sinne , I might have boasted of ; What we intend , nere rises to that height As what we act , because t' may prove abortive , And perish in the thought , and for such crimes , I onely have repentance . Urs.

But he 's a Prince —

Zisc. Why there 's the honour on 't , Killing the head , I kill the body too , And at one blow lay a whole Kingdome gasping . Urs. — One upon whom attends a guard of men , And Angels , on whose brow divinity Sits character'd , a Majestie that darts Fork't arrows into the guilty soule , and strikes A palsied feare through every limbe and joynt Of the murderer . Zisc: Fancie , fancie this , I 'me proofe against it ; I le take him in 's cups When he 's drunke , betray him to a rape , Or fowler sinne , then kill him in the act . Urs.

Whom ?

Zis.

The King .

Urs.

Traytour .

Zis.

'T is as soone done as thought of .

Urs: He never lov'd thee Zisco , nor was knowne By speciall favours to deserve thee to him ; But he has made me great , worne me in 's soule ; His father tooke mee up , when I was nothing , Bequeath'd me to him , as a care hereditary , Belonging to the Crowne , plac't mee so neere him , I 've growne , and spread like a tall mountaine Cedar . Zisc: And dare encounter lightning , stand a thunder-bolt , Or enrag'd winds ; contend with that high influence By which you flourish , yet nere feare a blasting : His favour is a tyranny ; it is The pride of Princes , to be thought Gods here On earth , daring to mocke omnipotence , To create them favourites , set them aloft In their owne spheare , till remote Kingdomes gaze At their prodigious height , then in an instant Shoote them from thence , like falling meteors : Had he not lov'd you first , you could not be The object of his hate , you were too poore , And safe , when 't was , to have him glory in Your ruines : innocence below enjoyes Security , and quiet sleepes , murder 's not heard of , Treachery is a stranger there , they enjoy Their friends , and loves , without ravishment , They are all equall , every one's a Prince , And rules himselfe , they speake not with their eyes , Or browes , but with the tongue , & that too dwells i' th heart : Were it but thus at Court , Alberto ,

your fam'd Marquesse had not fallen . —

Urs,

Alberto : ha .

Zis :

Why start you Sir ?

Urs: 'T is he : Frederico . Aside . Oh that man ! he was unhappie in his Princes love . Zis : Your honours are no more your owne than his : 'T was the same favour that conferr'd them both , And the same frowne may take 'em both away : He lets you onely grow till you are envy'd , And then you 'le fall unpittied . Urs. I have learn'd cruelty from him : Zisco , thou shalt applaud the mysteries , The rare contrivances of my revenge ; My fate lyes in his brest , but this , this arme Shall ravish't thence . Zisc. Now your rage becomes you : When Princes put off their humanity , Murders , a holy sinne , you may be good , And fall like him , whose aged head lies low , Low in the dust . Urs.

Againe ? this confirmes it .

Aside . Zis. The groanes of whose sunke house , are heard To affright strangers ; whilst Naples yet Stain'd with the purple tyde , his soule swam forth in , Do's blush at it's owne guilt : his sonne Frederico ( You know ) was lost at Sicily in a croud . Urs.

'T is so reported , yet I beleeve —

Zisc.

My Lord .

Urs.

That he was slaine at Ferrando's command .

Zis Perhaps and by a slave . Felicia too , unhappy maid — Urs. Your sister , ( aside , ) — I there , Now thou strik'st home . Zis. First wonne to his embraces By vollies of false oathes , her virgin honour Rifled , her chast wombe swolne with the imposthume Of his salt lust , then torne with spight from 's bosome , Ravish't , murder'd , and by whom ? ( I could hate my selfe , For taking birth amongst such , ) cursed Moores : Were shee your enemy , her cause , and sex Would challenge pitty ; but you lov'd her dearly , The Mistresse you ador'd ; who then can thinke But that your soule is blacke , and stain'd as his , That are thus tame ? Urs. Zisco , th' ast rais'd a flame within this breast , Nought but his blood can quench : — thanks to my braine ; — It shall be so ; — The fatall raven croakes ; 'T is ominous , if he outlive this night We are no more : — Come we 'le goe plot within . Exeunt .
ACT : I. SCEN. V. Grutti . Cassio . ( With musitians . ) Grut.

Here 's his , studie ,

Cass.

Is he there ?

Looking from the Stage through the hangings Grut.

Yet do but observe his posture :

How he sits like a reverend Ape painted upon a Gally-pot , with an Urinall in 's hand .

Cass.

Faith Signior , in my judgement y' have wrong'd your simile .

Grutr

He 's casting the Princesse's water .

Cass.

Not upon his beard I hope .

Grut.

Reading in 't —

Cass.

The colour of 's copper-nose .

Grut.

All the plots of Sicily ; I warrant the poore Lady has not a thought escapes him .

Cass.

The Sex has beene allwayes accounted open , yet I neere knew a State betray'd that way ; some Ladies would be in a pittifull case , if their secrets could be read in their Gentlewomans —

Enter musitians . Grut. Foh , they 're mere sives . — Come , come , these are his Lordships Lodgings , He came home late yesternight , and I beleeve Is scarce stirring yet . — Your last new tune , Soft musicke Cass.

This musicke sure will make him dance antick .

Grut.

Not yet ? poxe on him , he 's a sleepe in 's studie : ha you noe loud musicke ? perhaps his Lordship likes that better .

Bent.

So , ho , oh , ho , ho , murder , murder , murder ,

Loud musicke . Enter Bentivoglio . Cass.

Enter Hieronymo from his naked bed .

Gr.

Hieronymo was drunke then last night , he lay in 's clothes .

Bent.

Rogues base rogues , scabby rogues , pockie Grutty and Cassio stept behind the hangings . rogues , out , our rascals , abuse his Majesties Physitian , offer to play under my nose , foh , how the rogues stinke : farts , poyson'd farts , foh , these meager-chapt rascalls eate so much brimstone , and salt butter , that they outstinke hell : had these farts beene let in Wales , they would have bred the plague there , — let mee see — who should this bee . that should abuse mee thus , let mee but finde him out , and be he the best i' th Court , it shall goe hard but I 'le have a quaint poison for him , shall worke a little otherwise with him than this has done with me .

Enter Grutti , and Cassio , as over-hearing him . Cass.

The best i' th Court ?

Grut.

A quaint poyson for him .

Cass.

Do's your retirednesse lead you to treason ? let 's apprehend him :

Grut.

For a Traytour .

Bent.

Nay good Gentlemen , what shall I do ? I 'me undone .

Cass.

A quaint poyson ! — so it was .

Grut.

And for the best i' th Court .

Bent.

In troth , Signiours , I meant it not .

Cass.

'T was too much you said it , Sir .

Bent.

Doe but conceale mee . —

Cass.

Then you 'le confesse , and bring us in as parties .

Bent.

May I be hang'd if I doe ; besides , what ever secret disease you have about you , I 'le cure you gratis .

Grut.

And thinke no more of poysoning them , that brought the musitians to your window ; 't was our plot Sir .

Bent.

I forgive you , and pray Gentlemen use mee for your Physitian when ever the state of your bodies requires it . I 'le learne secrecie of you .

Both .

Agreed .

Exit Bent . Cass.

Faith Grutty , this plot was well thought on ; I could finde in my heart to trust him .

Grut.

You may ; and hence forward I 'le sinne with lesse scruple .

Exeunt .
ACT. I. SCEN. VI. Ursini . 'T is hee — I am confirm'd : Frederico , Albert's Sonne — I 'le let him live conceal'd , he 's a sure Instrument , and will serve mee for all turnes . — humph , — could he thinke his puling sisters , Or his Fathers , wrongs , sate so heavy on my heart-strings , That I could be mov'd to kill my Prince In their revenge ? Indeed I lov'd her once , Till I enjoy'd her , but she 's lost , so is her memory ; I 've higher thoughts now ; Charintha is my aime , Ferrando's niece ; next heire to the Crowne ; Mine by his promise : can I but divorce Valenzo from her love , together with His life , I 'me safe ; 't is that I am contriving : He is my rivall both in a Mistresse , and A Princes favour . — Who waits within there ? ho . Cass.

My Lord .

Enter Cass : Urs.

Have you perform'd what I commanded you concerning the Lady ?

Cass.

Charintha ? 't is done Sir ; Fungoso streight intends a visit there .

Urs.

Leave mee — ( Exit Cass . ) 'T is well , if this slander can but pull on murder upon him , or any of my servants , from Valenzo's hand , his head shall answer for 't ; I am his judge ,

( My power over the King makes mee so : ) And he shall find mee cruell ; then the fort is mine , In which his souldiers are in garrison ; This night the French , and Genowayes intend To ceize our emptie fleete , that rides i' th harbour ; Those men I have indear'd , — Mount , mount my soule , let no feare weigh thee downe . He stakes his life that thus casts at a Crowne . Exit .
ACT : II.
SCEN. I. Cass . Grutti . Ferrando . Ursini , leading in Calantha , Alphonso , Valenzo , Florinda , Violetta , Bentivogli , Piero , Sylvio , Fungoso . ( While the Act is playing . Alph.

This musick 's dull , strike higher , higher yet .

Bent.

Oh! oh ! oh ! I can hold no longer , furies , divels , oh ! oh !

Fer.

What ailes our Physitian there ?

Grut.

'T is an odde humour my Lord : any kinde of musicke is lesse pleasing to him , than the voice of Mandrakes .

Fer.

Cease there , your accents are distastfull .

Bent.

I am abus'd , grossely abus'd , but i 'le be reveng'd — Sir Your pardon .

Fer.

Rise and proceed .

Bent.

As I was telling you , you must in every thing humour her ; in each word , each action , the nature of her disease requires it , which yeelds not unto cure , till it be wrought up to 'th height .

Alph.

Still such a sadnesse Ladies dwell on your browes ? trust mee , it misbecomes you : shall 's tread a lusty measure ? I 'me light , and active .

Viol.

But griefe is heavy .

Alph.

Thus wee 'le shake it off , and thus .

capers . Cal. Pray , why de' e use mee so ? you bind my armes , As if I meant to fight , an they were loose , Indeed I wo'not , trust me , I 'le kill no body . Bent.

Pray unbind her .

Cal. I never kill'd the poorest worme , or fly , Though 't were against my will , but that I wept for 't , And begg'd a pardon too , for sure 't was murder . Bent.

Marry was it .

Urs.

Poore Lady , she 's distracted !

Val.

Death on my fury , this sight brands my best actions with a staine too deepe for penitence to wash away .

Cal. This exceeds cruelty , they will not let mee eate ; Looke I am pin'd almost to nothing . Bent.

A meere skeleton .

Cal. Had I but strength enough to struggle with heaven By prayer , I 'de expiate their sinnes , though they Continu'd to be cruell . Fung. Good Lady weepe not , for if you continue These teares , my eyes will drop . Cal. Yes , yes , they will drop out , oh happinesse ! Would mine would do so too ; they smart extreamly ; Wer 't not a curtesie , I thinke ere this y 'had pull'd 'em forth . Fung.

Lady , I say weepe not .

Bent.

I say , ben't you a coxcombe .

Cal. Take away the foole , we are much indispos'd To laugh to day , good heaven , they flour my miseries : 'T is not well done , you may be sicke your selves , Before you die ; want one to bid God comfort , When I am dead . Bent. My Lord , a word — you are not priviledg'd To do men wrong : you have done me one , Pray take notice — Alph.

Of what ?

Cass.

S'life he won't challenge him .

Grut.

The old Lord 's afraid on 't .

Cass.

— How patient I am .

Alph.

'T is worth the noting , vertue is rare in you .

Cal. You Sir , do'e heare ? they say you 'le put Speaking to Ursini . Poyson in my drinke ; do , do , plot on , and be A politicke foole , I see into your thoughts , My eye-sight 's cleare , thanke heaven , and yet l 've liv'd A long long while . Val.

Did you heare that ?

Pier.

'T was shrewd .

Bent.

Fourescore , and ten , you cannot be lesse Madame .

Cal.

Some ere this would have us'd spectacles , but I Must suffer all .

Grut. View all the monuments , and tombes in Naples , And if you find griefe carv'd there in such varietie of postures As these women stand in , sell mee for a statue . Cass.

This spectacle hath made mee one .

Fer. Good heavens , have you a curse beyond this ? Throw it on me ; my guilt deserves it , and Somewhat beyond your vengeance : afflict not Innocence , It will be call'd your crime , not mine , that shee Is miserable . Cal. Looke ye , now I thinke on 't , I 've a fine devise Come in my head , what thinke you of a play ? Wee 'le act a play , a tragedy , wilt not be well ? Wee 'le have a King in 't , and he , ( do'e understand ? ) he shall be Kill'd , methinkes you 'd act it handsomely . Bent.

My Lord , you 'd play the foole in 't , an old doating foole rarely .

Cass.

Now the curre bites .

Alph :

If you 'd lend mee your gowne , and cap , I should do 't better ; then , a noyse of Musitians would be excellent .

Bent:

Well , remember this .

Alph.

Faith so I shall , as often as I am dispos'd to laugh .

Cal.

No matter though , Ferrando , now I consider better on 't , you shall not , you 'd not do it well ; do 't to 'th life , I 'le not give a pin for 't else : let me alone for one , I 'de act that same Kings daughter , I can command a teare or two : if need bee , perhaps a sigh ; if 't were to rave , or grow starke mad , I should learne too : alas these playes are pretty moralls of our lives ; fine , harmelesse , innocent sports .

Val.

Her madnesse growes strongly upon her .

Syl.

But Madame , pray what part shall I act ?

Cal.

Thou Sylvio ? — th' art a pretty boy , but that thou weep'st so much ; I feare th' ast spoyl'd thy face ; with a little paint 't would serve turn : thou shalt act some Lady in disguise .

Syl.

How truly do I doe it ?

aside . Cal.

One that has beene in love .

Syl.

I should do that scurvily .

Cal.

Why ?

Syl.

Because I can love none but you , and would be loath to dissemble , though but in jest .

Cal.

Come , thou shal't not then ; thou shalt be my page still .

Syl.

Indeed Madame I should dye if I were otherwise : But pray , when will you be well ? you have bin sicke a great while .

Cal. Yes , and shall be so till I am dead ; say nothing Sylvio , I 'le steale away from them , when they shall not know of 't . Syl.

Not alone , I 'le dye with you , and be buried with you if you will give mee leave .

Cal.

Ferrando , you will see it done ?

Fer.

What Madame ?

Cal.

See us both buried , laid by my Father , he was a good , good King : build us a tombe as lasting as our names .

Bent.

A very rich one Madame ; I 'le ensure you they 're about it , with stately columnes , curious antickes , & glorious imagery .

Cal. There , let us both be cut in spotlesse marble , It never shall upbraid us , we were innocent as that ; But innocence is no guard , it could not keepe The tyrant out : my father's , let his be cut Just as he fell , make a sword pierce his heart , And let it bleed too , yet don't hurt the Statua , I would not have you wound it , when 't is like My Father , like a King , lest hee that do's it , Learne thence to be a traitour , and in time Wound you so too , Ferrando . Fer.

Mercy good heavens !

Cal. Pray why do'e weepe ? wee shall all sleepe quietly When we are dead , there is no noyse of chaines , We shall not dreame of prisons , rackes or whips : But every night shall see the Gods descend On our soft slumbers , and kisse away our miseries . Ladies , you 'le see mee shrowded decently , When I am dead , downe in the meade you , where Grimme Pluto stole his Proserpine , are still The flowers she scatter'd : goe , bring 'em hither , And strew me ore with 'em ; she was a virgin chast , And I have heard that flowers of their gathering , Will never dye ; quickly make hast , 't is said we 're very noysome after death , I would not Offend then , cause I can't aske forgivenesse : Before I die I 'le breake my heart , and give A piece to every one to weare in 's bosome , And you shall have it whole , Ferrando : pray Use it as you would her you lov'd , while I To quit these miseries will go pray , and die . Bent.

Now let me alone with her .

Exeunt Ursini , Ferrando , leading out Calantha Bentivogli , Sylvio . manent caeteri .
ACT : II. SCEN: II. Alp.

Die ? and let her , what should wee do with her here an shee be mad ? I hope Ladies you have more wit than to die o' th sullens .

Val.

Griefe dares not be so rude , did you but checke it .

Flor:

Las Sir , our miseries have taught it insolence ,

Pier.

Rather your owne indulgence , Madame .

Val.

Pleasure 's the same in Naples as in Sicily .

Viol:

So are our losses too .

Val. The eyes sad flux is tributary due Unto your dead Lords memories , I confesse it , It carries vertue in 't , but how ? whilst it is moderate Alp. Pish , let the dead care for themselves : Did you but see how ugly sorrow lookes . — Pier.

And then how fruitlesse .

Flor. Yes , where 't is false , but wee Have griefe as reall as our misery . Exeunt omnes praeter Alphon : & Fungoso . Alp.

Fun , thy judgement Fun , what think'st thou of these Ladies ?

Fun.

In my judgement , ( since your Lordship is pleas'd to make use of my judgement , ) which indeed ( my good Lord ) is very small .

Alph.

I perceive thou hast one good qualitie , thou wilt speake truth .

Fun.

Truth ( my Lord ) is precious ; but I say in that little judgement I have : ( judgement , ( since your Lordship was pleas'd to terme it so ) but that 's all one , ) in my minde they 'r mightily taken ; —

Alph.

With what ?

Fun.

A passion ( my good Lord , ) which the learned call griefe .

Alph.

Thy judgement against any mans in Naples .

Fung:

My Lord , I praise not my selfe , yet I can prove by this that they are in love .

Alp:

As how ?

Fung.

Griefe alwayes followes love ; if griefe follow love , love go's before , ergo , they 're in love .

Alph :

So , suppose now —

Fun:

( My good Lord ) I doe suppose .

Alph.

What ?

Fung:

Even what your Lordship pleases .

Alph.

Suppose then , any of 'em should be in love with mee , would you ? —

Fun.

Yes my Lord .

Alph.

What ?

Fun.

Any thing . —

Alp:

Bring her to my chamber .

Fun:

— But pimpe , it will contaminate . —

Alp.

A fooles head , will it not ? I say you shall bring her .

Fun:

Nay then I will not bring her ; slid , shall bring her ? shall bring her ?

Alp.

Nay but Fun . — Pox on him , he 'le discover mee .

Exit Fun. Alph. running after him
ACT : II. SCEN. III . Ferrando . Ursini . Fer: Bid me forsake heaven , my vertue , honour , And all that 's good — ( weepes . ) Urs.

Fie , fie .

Fer. You doe not see mee weepe , Distill mine eyes into a dew , I will not shed one teare , not vent a sigh , No not in private . Urs.

So , this becomes you —

Fer: I have shooke off all Those weights that clogg'd my bosome — Wee can smile , Shewes it not hand some ? Urs. Such a smile nere blest The cheekes of Peace . Fer: How art thou lost Ursini ! Discredited to truth by this vile flattery ! Thou shouldst have said , heaven smil'd , when set with clouds Blacke as nights swarthy mantle , when the aire Breakes out in hideous crackes , that cleave the Temple , And strike dead the devout Priest at the Altar : For this an easie faith would have beleev'd , As having lesse of contradiction in 't : My soule is rapt with furies , here they gnaw , Like knotted Adders wrapt about my heart . Oh! my sides swell as they would breake , they want A hoope , lend mee your arme , — Urs: Circled in these . Embraces , you are safe : collect your selfe ( Deare Prince ; ) and let not passion triumph in The conquest of your reason ; thinke of your honour , Your name , and spreading glories ; how they dye . Fer. I 'me blacke and ugly ; all A whole staine already : Oh Calantha , Thou goest to heaven , to tell Ferrando kill'd thee ; And those blest troopes of Saints will wreake thy murder , There 's not one but suffers in 't . Urs. — The King ! Helpe here — Oh! Bentivoglio , come , Enter Bent . Come practice here , and raise your selfe a trophey In his recovery . Bent.

Whence this sudden fit ? — My Lord Ferrando :

Fer.

Oh Calantha .

Bent. She lives , Calantha lives . Fer: What breath is that , that mockes us With a false sound of our Calantha's life ? She lives ; yet let old time adde to his age But one short paire of minutes , shee shall be No more : Bent. No more distracted : next houre shall render Calantha to your bosome faire , and well ; As rich in all the ornaments of minde , As when she first blest Naples with her presence . Fer. Truth 's but a name : 't is false , by heaven 't is false ; Did not I leave her sunke upon her bed , Into a soft , but everlasting sleepe ? Bent. So you suppos'd ; and I have caus'd her women To wrap her in her shrowd , then sit downe by her , To weepe , and pray , as if 't were for the dead . Fer. As if ? — abuse mee not , thy art Shall be no priviledge ; she 's gone , she 's gone . Urs.

Ben't so passionate ; but heare him .

Fer.

Ursini , I have done .

Bent. After a strict enquiry into the nature Of her disease , I finde it by each symptome , A melancholy deepe , not dangerous : The parents which produc't it , griefe and abstinence From meate , and sleepe ; which as it hath encrea'st . Has brought her now to such an extreame dotage , That she do's verily suppose her selfe , While living dead : In which false supposition I 've caus'd her women to continue her , By shrowding her to her owne desire , Strewing her o're with flowers , then weeping o're her Fer:

What helpe from this ?

Bent: Much Sir , this will worke her Into a strong opinion , that shee 's dead Indeed , to confirme which I have prepar'd Some two or three , trick't up in the same fashion With shrowdes , and chaplets , who shall sit downe by her , Walke , talke , eate , drinke , sleepe , in all which actions Calantha will streight imitate them : Now I have prepar'd A potion which they shall give her , To make her sleepe , the onely remedy Of her disease ; this I lately practis'd in the French Court , Yet lost no credit by the experiment . Urs.

You may beleeve him Sir , he 's one of the skilfullest Physitians our age has boasted of , Padua is proud of such an ornament .

Fer: Thus my Virginio . My best , my dear'st Virginio : thou dost breath A musicke to my soule , cures my distemper : Thou art an honest man , we 'le found a Colledge , With a large pension to maintaine the Students In thy rare science ; thou shalt governe there , And when thou dyest , we 'le build a monument Unto thy name , taller than Aegypts Pyramides . Bent: These o're your Court promises , I 'le onely studie some revenge , for you old Lord , aside . Then I 'le returne to 'th Universitie , & dream on 'em . Exit Bent . Fer: For thee Ursini , we will onely live To do thee honour , that shall be our glory ; The world shall know thee great , and envie thee Thy share , both in our kingdome , and our soule . Urs. Your goodnesse , my Lord , is as unlimited As heavens . Fer. You 're sad Ursini : has our Niece Given you no cause of joy , by her soft answer ? Urs.

None , —

Fer.

The obstacle ? tell mee ; if t' be any in Court she affects , by my honour I 'le remove him .

Urs.

None but this , that she 's too much wedded to Heaven , and her devotions .

Fer.

If that be all , shee 's thine .

Urs. A blisse , I would for ever live t' enjoy . — Enter Zisco . whispers Ursini . With mee ? — Fer.

What would that Moore ?

Urs. He has letters here from his holinesse , In which I 'me certifi'd , that he lately turn'd Christian , And has well deserv'd i' th warres , Against the Turke ; — The King admits you to His hand . Zis.

I am in heaven too soone .

Fer. We 'le view his holinesse commendations , Then heare this Moore , discourse the fight at large ; My griefes begin to vanish ; they 'r much lighter Than of late they were , I know not why , But 't is a good presage . Urs.

Be neere us .

Exeunt , Fer. Ursini . Zis. Thus farre I 'me safe , heaven is just , and smiles On my designe , now all that 's powerfull To move my spirits , to incite revenge Appeare , if not to sight , to memory ; Alberto : father : and my deare , deare sister , Poore lost Felicia ! — Ha! he groanes , I heare him ; Shee sighs poore maid , wrings her hands , cries alas , Looke looke I see 'em , there , there , sacred shades — Vanish't , and I 'me deluded ; no they 'r angry At my delay : I 'le hast , — for that revenge must needs be just Which punishes two sinnes , murder , and lust . Exit .
ACT. II. SCEN. IV. Calantha discovered lying upon a banke of flowers , with a chaplet upon her head . enter severall wayes fixe furies , in anticke postures : at the sound of the Musicke they dance , which ended , enter Mercury conducting in a Chorus of Ghosts : the Furies runne severall wayes : Mercury goes to Calantha touches her with his rod , whereupon she rises , and he speakes . Merc: Happy soules that hither come To enjoy Elizium ; Rob'd of bodies though you be , Y' are richer by such poverty ; For with them y' have put off paine , Making of your losse , your gaine : Now your soules may meete and kisse , Bathing in eternall blisse ; Nor can you surfeit , each delight Whets , and quiets appetite ; Yet the joyes you feed upon Ne're encrease , nor ere are done ; Freely you may taste , and spend 'em , Yet nor you , nor time can end 'em : Where without a fading ray . Yee enjoy eternall day , Trace these groves , whose every path Myriads of true lovers hath ; Where disporting , you may prove A new , but happier , purer love : Such , whose flames , though th' ever shine Yet consume not , but refine . Exit Mer: : Having thus finisht , the Ghosts joyn with Calantha in some solemne measures , which ended , a banquet is serv'd in , they sit downe , and invite Calanthan , to the same , who willingly accompanies them , and as shee prepares to drinke , they put an Opiate cup in her hand ; shee drinkes , and suddenly fals asleepe ; they betweene them carry her out . &c.
ACT : II. SCEN. V. Valenzo , Piero , Charintha . Val. I am too tame Piero , hold mee not , Lest in deferring of a punishment , I make the sinne mine owne ; had all malice Dwel't in one tongue , all slander too beene hous'd Under the same roofe with it , and both busie To plot the ruine of my owne faire name ; I could have stood unmov'd : but my Charintha ! Heavens ! ye ought t' inspire me with revenge , Such as you 'd call a Synode to contrive , That I may meete this hell-borne ravisher Of my Charintha's spotlesse fame , with vengeance As mighty as his crime . Pier. Her vertue is It selfe an antidote against all such poysons ; His breath no more can staine that innocent whitenesse , Which ever dwell't upon her soule , than hee , That in a fond maliciousnesse would throw Dirt at the Sunne , could sulley the least ray ; Her memory , when hee , and 's lying marble Consume to dust , and rottennesse , shall dwell On earth like a perfume , after the sacrifice , Pleasing to God , and men . Char: If I have us'd Any immodest braveries , appear'd In wanton gaudinesse , a hot temptation To 'th youthfull flowings of the blood ; If I have entertain'd one looser thought But such as Chastitie's cold votaries , When they breath out a soule into her bosome , Might safely nourish ; if I 've misemploy'd One houre , in which with strict endeavour , I Might have gain'd somewhat to my stocke of vertue , ( The onely dower I 'de meete your love withall , ) May I be guilty of that sinne , my honour , My virgin honour's blasted with , and die A loath'd Apostate . Val. Now you grieve , I suffer double ; Forgive mee Lady , I have wrong'd you , and Onely I . Char.

Mocke not my teares , they are holy .

Val I , that to purchase fame , and idle breath , Could venter forth abroad into the world , And leave thee here a prey to ravenous wolves ; Expose thee tender yeares of a weake virgin To labour 'gainst the furious tyde of lust That has assaulted thee ; that my low birth Should stand in need of such additions , To raise mee to a height , might equall yours : That vertue and not blood ennobled us , This then had never hap'ned . Char. Greatnesse transmitted Has lesser of Divinity ; your honours Are vertues purchase , and your owne deservings . Valenzo thou return'st in glorious triumph , Rich , from the conquest of a noble foe , And yet not laden with the gaudy spoyle So much , as with the valour of the enemy : As if th' ad'st envy'd them their vertue onely , And sought'st to rob 'em of it ; all for mee : — Val : I 've wav'd a plume , dight mee i' th warlike garbe , Manag'd a sword , or shooke a dreaded speare , Look't terrible , bin pittilesse to those That begg'd a life , revell'd in citties sack't , And rifled tents : too poore and triviall matters To point at such rich ends as thee , ( my love . ) Thy blood runnes high , there 's not one purple streame Cas'd in these a zure veines , but is deriv'd From 'th spring of Princely ancestry , and th' art The wealthy storehouse of their fortunes too . Char. 'Las ! what are these , but what the owner makes them ? Of themselves nothing , only as we use them , Are good or bad , a blessing or a curse : Val. But then their vertues , by a thriftie providence , Are all summ'd up in thy blest selfe , and make thee A happinesse which if injoy'd must bee Bestow'd by gift , because above all purchase . Char: No ( my Valenzo , ) vertue 's ravish't hence , Charintha's strumpetted , her name is rank't I' th vulgar breath , 'mongst common prostitutes ; Pardon , ( my love ) shall 't never wed thy shame , Thy jealousie . Val. Charintha , thou art cruell , and hast learn'd An art to wound to 'th death , yet keepe alive Whom thou hast kill'd , O be but speedy in Thy execution , and when I come below : And walke those fields , that haplesse lovers trace , I will report thee milde , soft as the Turtle in her downe . Char.

What meanes Valenzo ?

Val. Perhaps report has injur'd mee , and noys'd That I was jealous of Charintha's love ; And you contriv'd this plot to make mee hate you ; Or , if you should repent , ( as well you may , ) Your favours so ill plac't , upon a subject So poore and worthlesse ; take 'em backe againe , Live happy in a better choyce , Charintha . ( Pardon my love , shall 't never wed thy shame . ) Char.

Farre , farre be such a thought !

Pier. Your both abus'd , Grossely abus'd : Ursini's politicke plots May meete an eye , that can discerne of objects Farre subtler than they are ; come , come , 'Way with this passion , Love has something else To employ you in : Val.

Th' ast rob'd mee of a soule : —

Kisse . Char:

Take in this kisse mine in exchange againe .

Enter Fung : Serv. Ser.

That 's my Lady Sir ,

Fun.

There , — take it I say ;

Ser.

My office will scarce deserve it .

Exit Serv. Pier.

Fungoso , as I wish't ; he is Ursini's agent , this will confirm my relation ; let 's step aside .

( Val Pier step behinde the Arras . ) Fun.

Ha! What are these ? Praesto , be gone ; they are vanish't : men of office these , — and must be rewarded . — Madame —

Char.

Come , to your businesse .

Fung.

S'life the Ladie 's rampant : ( aside . ) soft and faire , two words to a bargaine , now will I seeme to neglect her , and she 'le streight court mee .

Char.

Sure the man's mad .

Fung.

Not with love , sweete Lady ; I can hold discourse with your Ladiship , under the losse of my little wits .

Char:

A blest security ; but your errand , your errand , Sir .

Fung:

What do'e take mee for ? a foote-post .

Char.

Some such thing .

Fung:

Goe , y' are a —

Char:

What ?

Fung:

A merrily dispos'd Lady : but faith , what doe you thinke sweete , I have a grant of his Lordships reversion .

Char.

Of cast suits .

Fung.

La you now , you would make me angry ; pretty piece of ingenuity ; you understand mee , was his Lordship wholsome ?

Char:

Stop his mouth , he breathes infection .

Enter Val : Pier : & draw . Val :

Traytour .

Pier:

Devill .

kils him . Fun:

Oh! oh ! I 'me dead , I 'me dead , I 'me dead .

dies . Val. Dares he abuse me to my face ? — Piero Thou hast prevented me ; t' shall nere be said , That thou wer 't forwarder to vindicate Charintha's fame than I , then her Valenzo . Nor shall the cause , but the revenge be mine ; I 'le shew my rage can flow as well as thine . Exeunt . ( Val. with his sword drawne .
ACT. II. SCEN: VI. Ursini . Sylvio . Urs. Th' ast told a pretty story ; — weepe no more , I see the Cupids angry in thine eyes , That with thy teares , th' ast quench't their burning arrowes ; Spare 'em untill th' art old , and spend 'em then On thy whole stocke of sinnes : thou play'st the tyrant ; And rob'st thy selfe of all that beauteous treasure . Nature instructed thee withall . Syl: Ah mee ! Would I had never had it , that alone Has onely caus'd my griefe : Urs:

Thou art passionate .

Syl. The virgins lov'd my innocence , and it When I was yet a child . Urs. So thou told'st mee boy : But after thou arriv'd'st in Sicily , How far'd it with thee ? Syl:

Judge Sir , by these teares .

Urs:

Did thy friend leave thee ?

Syl.

Yes , and the world too ; I know hee would not have beene so unkind else .

Urs.

Then went'st thou to the Princesse .

Syl.

Begg'd reliefe from her .

Urs.

Why did'st not returne ?

Syl:

'T was told mee there , my Parents streightway dyed .

Urs: Thou shalt have new ones , royall ones my boy ; A Princely payre , that pride them in their youth , And innocent sweetnesse ; whose Majesties shall shed As vigorous rayes on thee , as on the issue , Th' ensuing nuptiall promises to spring From their owne loynes . Syl: Those are favours Sir , That become them to give , not me to take . Urs: Thou hast deserv'd them boy , Calantha speakes thee A miracle of love and piety ; Is passionate in thy praise , all to win Affection from the Prince to thee , dry up Those teares ; which till this time did never flow Offensive unto any : This day is consecrate to mirth and Hymen , 'T is sinne to weare a frowne , or folded brow , For every smile , thou lend'st them now , they 'l pay A thousand backe againe : Exit . Ursini . Syl. A large requitall ! — A smile from my Ferrando ? oh 't was heaven , Felicia , whilst thou wish'st it ! now thou hast Obtain'd it , 't is a hell ; the antidote Is now become my poyson : Tyrant love That sport'st thee at the paines , thy Martyrs feele And mak'st thy salve apply'd , wound when t' should heale . Exit .
ACT. III .
SCEN. I. Ferrando , Ursini , Calantha , Alph : Violetta , Florinda , Sylvio . Fer. Come my Calantha , to consummate that joy , By mutuall vowes before the Altar made , Which thy returne to life , to health , and reason , Hath begun in me ; those minutes which bring Us any good , are swift and fleeting , and Once past not to be recall'd , who knowes Whether heaven will still be bountifull ; Cal.

Or smile upon this hasty Union :

Fer. Yes royall mayde , they have prepar'd thee for it . By the addition of new warmth and strength : Cal. For more sorrowes ; pray let 's backe , this day ( There 's something whispers to me ) will prove fatall . Fer. Ursini , see she weepes ! I 've tooke thee from a sea of teares , ( my Venus ) And thou art dropping wet yet . Syl. 'T is ominous , this might have bin my marriage day ; But heaven forgive , and prosper him . aside Fer. Create a Sun-shine , With thine owne smiles thou mayst , and dry thee in 't : Let the dull Negro dive to fetch thee Jewells , These scatter'd seedes of pearle , are all too rich And pompous for ornament ; the least of these Thy fond neglect has dropt , would purchase heaven . Cal. Blame not my pious thrift , I shed them for 't ; Thither my journey tends , I shortly shall arrive there . Fer.

Thou yeeldst too much to passion !

Cal. These rites , ( If we may credit what our dreames fore-tell , ) Will turne to funerall obsequies , for such This morning , ( when your carefull art had bound My senses up . ) fancy presented 'em . Methought I saw , Aurora from the East come weeping up , Wrapt in nights sables , and the following day Pac't slowly on , in griefes sad livery ; The pensive windes sigh'd forth a solemne dirge , And strove to blow our marriage tapers out ; When you Ursini joyn'd in the solemnitie , I saw you looke , like Sicily's pale ghost , Broke from the hollow Caverns of the earth ; This hand Ferrando , at each gentle touch Mouldred to ashes ; on your lip there sate A frost , which when I tasted straight convey'd An icy chilnesse thorough every joynt ; The stammering Priest methought mistooke the rites , And stead of those are us'd at nuptialls , Sung a short requiem to our soules , committed All that was left of us , to the earth , our last Cold bed . Alph.

I warrant you Ladies , this was because she lay alone ; you should advise her better .

Urs. 'T was the intemperance of your disease Suggested these Chimaera's . Fer.

And with it they are fled .

Cal. No , no Ferrando ; I 've sinn'd against my fathers ghost ; ere yet His royall corps had slept two silent Moones I' th' peacefull earth , or ere I had payd downe Just tribute of my teares , I 've chang'd my sables For a gay nuptiall garment , whose light out-side Denotes the loosenesse of a lighter minde , To which griefe should have bin perpetuall guest . Fer. Urge it no more , thy misery's Virgin Queene Are powerfull with me , and have taught this breast A sad repentance . Cal.

Canst thou Ferrando then repent ?

Fer.

I can , that I have wrong'd thy innocence , Kill'd thy father .

Cal. O take me to thy soule , wee 'l mingle sighs , And teares , which still shall flow together from us , As if the motion were but one ; and those So frequent , that the stones , which cloth his dust , Shall soften into turfe , from whence shall spring A bed of flowers , creeping about the grave , As if they 'd strew themselves upon him , then Whither , that men might thinke we wept for them . Fer. Yet pardon Love , when ever I remember He was a Prince , a Prince of equall power , And strength with him he wrong'd ; that he once stood A barre betwixt our loves , or rather mockt Our hopes of mutuall enjoyment ; that For his owne peevish humour , he would ruine The edifice , that we had built to honour , I glory in the act . Cal. Take pitty on me courteous death ! My thoughts are growne more terrible then thou ! I am monstrous , a prodigy in nature , one with Him , that was my fathers murderer . Fer. Royall my Queene ! 'T is the excesse of pietie , The errour of your duty , that thus wrongs The justice of my cause . Cal. Yet you might have spar'd His life , and made it your just praise , that you Could conquer , and not kill : Fer. He was so eager in the pursuite of the foe , When first he routed us , that willingly He ran upon my sword , that stood t' oppose His haste , and met a death instead of victory . Urs. Nay rather we may say , that he met both Who triumphs over life , and all the misery's That too officiously attend upon it ; Crowne his pale statua , with victorious wreaths , And call his unkinde fate , his happinesse ! His fall was honourable , Kings like other men Travell to death , they goe i' th' common roade , Are in their end as sensible of paine As the base peasants , whom they by and by I' th' grave are equall with ; their only priviledge Is in their executioner , who would not rather Fall under a Kings hand , than yeeld his life Up to a weake disease , a Feaver , Gout , Or grating Stone , which had he mist this stroke , Might streight have seiz'd him ; and have rob'd him of The glory of his end ? Cal. I cannot yeeld So farre to reason , but I still must looke Upon you , as an enemy to Sicily ; As him that kill'd my father , and so hate you ; Yet I must love you too : when first we met Together in your Tent , both arm'd ( you know ) I would have fought , nay , and have kill'd you too , ( Could skill or strength have done it , some I had Of both ; ) yet I meant not to survive you , Nor should I neede t' have made another wound To let mine owne life out , I 'de dyed with yours . Fer:

Ursini thou must quit some interest in my love , Calantha —

Urs: Deserves it all ; 'T were a sinne no lesse than sacriledge , To rob her o' th least part of your affections . Fer: My faculties are growne All to one power , call'd love , and you engrosse it Whole to your selfe ; yet have it still entire To my Calantha , 't is a divers flame , That burnes mee , yet but one , each takes it's difference , And being from the object , be you still My friend , & thou my love , whom when we have once joyn'd Unto our amorous folds , thus we will move And of our armes make a new spheare for love . Exeunt , with a long flourish .
ACT : III. SCEN: II. Grutti . Cassio . Grut.

This way ? to 'th Temple saist ?

Cass: Married by this : The Prince is fierce and eager in 's desires , Impatient of delay . Grut.

But seem'd not she unwilling ?

Cass.

There appear'd somewhat more in her , than in a virgin nicenesse ,

They are here : — They returne from the Temple ) Flourish . Urs: The Priest has done his office , all delights The married have a priviledge in , are yours : Be bold in the enjoyment , what ere while Was term'd a loosenesse in desire , is now A vertuous thought : those flames which cloth your Soules Are chast and holy , dalliance is your devotion . Fer. Yet you my Royall faire , can weare mee at A carefull distance , tremble at each touch Of hand or lip , as if you fear'd a rape : — Display this beauteous treasure , lovely sweete And let these flowers which dwell upon thy cheeke , Like those proud Maja weares , i' th smiling ides Blaze wild and open — see ! they are fresh and lively , Their odour flies to heaven in sacrifice ! kissing her . Jove I 'me thy rivall ; — and will share thy incense : Sweete as the purple smoake arising from The Phoenix funerall pile , or Southerne breath Perfum'd with all Arabia's spiceries . Flo:

Good my Lord ! you will too much indeare us to you with your courtesies .

Viol: And being strangers we are apt to be traduc't : Our good names are precious , they are all we have left Unconquer'd . Urs: Hymen applaud's this early piety : The doves that drive the chariot of loves Queene . Are swift in motion , and those happy troopes , Which waite upon her triumphs , mak 't their strife Which shall out-runne the other , those that lagge Cupid will whip with roses to the Altar . Gal: Henceforth ( my Lord ) I must attend your will , Let me but drop a teare or two upon My father's dust , and with his memory I 'le bid farewell to griefe . Urs.

This vault containes it .

Fer:

Let us pay our last duties .

Urs.

The Quire attends without .

A Tombe discovered : &c. Song within . Chor: Noblest bodies are but guilded clay ; put away But the precious shining rinde ; 1. The inmost rottennesse remaines behind . Kings , on earth though gods they be , Yet in death are vile as we ; He , a thousands King before , Now is vassall unto more . 2. Vermine now insulting lye , And dig for Diamonds in each eye ; Whil'st the scepter bearing hand Cannot their inroades withstand . 3. Here doth one in odours wade By the regall unction made , While another dares to gnaw On that tongue , his peoples law . Chor: Fooles ! ah fooles are we , who so contrive , And do strive , In each gaudy ornament , Who shall his corps in the best dish present . Fer: 'T is well ; enough is wept for Sicily ; cheare up , We have other vowes to pay , and as religious ones As these : we made them at the Altar ; and If we performe them not , shall forfeit all Our after joyes : — remove those objects there ; We have no use of fables now ; they breed Melancholy thoughts ; we will be loud , And big in mirth , as full of pride as noyse , Till wee draw envie on our revels ; which Nor fate , nor the dull stoicke shall controule , Whose sullen faith is the disease of 's soule . Exeunt , with a flourish .
ACT : III. SCEN. III . Bentivoglio . Bent: Revenge ! wer 't thou more ugly than ere Painter Limb'd witch or fury , I could kisse thee now , For thy so opportunely prompting mee ; These brace of Courtiers here , my trim complotters , Have try'd my skill upon their bodies ; and now I 'me dearer to them , then their confessour , Both these have sworne to further my designe , I have against this Lord , this dotard ; who Hath heat his blood so with carousing healths , That he 's growne wild and furious ; beleeves His strength more able in these love-sinkes , Than when he was i' th pride , and prime of youth ; Him are these two according to instructions Leading into the snares , that I 've spread for him ; Into which , if they , and blind fortune conduct him , I 'le use him lesse gently , than I would a noyse Ent. Cass . Grut. Alph. Of gowty-cheek't trumpetters : — They 'r here . I 'le be with you streight . — Exit Bent . Alph Hymen is now predominant ; the Starres Will have it so ; I must and will be married . Grut.

Married ?

Alph :

Yes , yes , you shall have favours , favours , Gentlemen : bring mee but to the sight of a woman , I 'le clap up a match with her , and to bed streight ; and if I don't outdoe Hercules at his thirteenth labour , cut of my dainty dowsets , and feed dogs with 'em .

Cass.

Hee deflour'd fifty virgins in one night , I hope you won't marry so many .

Alph.

Yes , and thou wilt get so many i' th Kingdome , fifty ? what 's fifty ? I 'le have a monopoly of 'em , get 'em all with child with males , and they shall be borne with beards on .

Cass.

There might have bin some likelyhood of this once , but now you are old .

Alp.

Old ? ha ! ha ! he ! Grutti , Grutti , dost heare him ? ha ! ha ! he ! prithee how old ? how old dost thinke ? have I not a warm moist palme ? do's not my pulse beat strong , and healthy ?

Grut.

The flowings of your blood , that downy chin , and these full veines , speake you — some twenty , Sir .

Alp:

And of complexion sanguine , I know it by my dreams .

Grut. The rose-buds now are blooming on your cheekes , And ope themselves into a crimson blush ; This haire curles up like wire , and and speakes you lusty , Your strength is bold , and daring . Alp.

Belleeve it , I 'me a wanton .

Cass.

Come let 's to a wench then .

Grut.

Hang marrying , t' is a slavery !

Cass.

A meere purgatory !

Grut.

An hell to be bounde to one , and shee prove false , ugly , or loude , when wee may enjoy our liberties , to take or leave 'em , as our stomack serves us ; have the choice beautyes runne into our armes , and every night a fresh one .

Alph.

Hey ! to a Wench ; to a Wench ! capers ! now an I were King it should bee treason for any subject to marry .

Cass.

Allow 'em but Wenches , and t' will be well enough .

Alph.

Or to lye with a Woman .

Cass.

How would you doe for subjects then ?

Alph.

Perhaps an I had a minde to 't , I de get all my subjects my selfe , ha ! what sayst thou to 't , Grutti ?

Grut.

I say t' is fit , you have a minde .

Enter Bentiv. Alph.

Bentivoglio ! wee are friends , come thou shalt along with us , to a wench , old trangdido , to a wench , and thou shalt so bumfiddle her .

Bent.

Nay , good my Lord , touch no more upon that string ; but d' ee heare ? I came to carry you to one .

Alph.

Art right ? art right ? old boy ! these Physitians are notable jerkers , come , where 's their rendez-vous ?

Bent.

In my Lodgings .

Alph.

Ha ? how many ? — how many ? — what 's that there ?

Bent.

A draught to provoke .

Cass.

— Sleepe .

( aside ) Alph.

Nay good Bentivoglio give it mee , a whole one , a whole one !

Bent.

Be moderate ; you 'le take the next beggar you meete else ; & then the Ladyes expectation yonder will be frustrate .

Alph.

Ha! ha ! he ! Super naculum ! my old bully lively , my authentick Don , soule of pleasure ; line of life ; let 's too 't ; such a violent fit o' th sudden ! a dozen Calentures are an ague to 't ; twenty Juleps will not coole one wish .

Bent.

Let 's have him to bed quickly , and b'ele him warme ; Bonum erit si sudaverit ,

Grut.

Foh ! his breath stinkes oth University .

Bent.

Signior t is not perfum'd : — now will I goe fetch these Ladyes to him ; & if he have courage enough but to speak to 'em ; I 'le forfeit my art , and turne tooth-drawer .

Exeunt .
ACT. III. SCEN. IV. A noyse within of clashing of Swords , some cry , treason ! treason . Enter Ursini , and Valenzo fighting . Urs.

My Lord ! —

Val.

Villaine !

Urs.

The injury ! I am not any way conscious . —

Val. Traytor thou lyest ; Hell , and thy selfe the greater mischiefe , has Conspir'd to ruine goodnesse . — Enter the Guard with Piero , they seize on Valenzo . & exeunt .
ACT. III. SCEN. V. Violetta , Florinda . Viol. Madame ! y' have view'd these gardens ; — has not art Sweetely conspir'd with nature , to make up A pleasure of variety ? Flor.

It takes exceedingly . —

( Looking upon and sorting her flowers . ) Viol.

What do's ?

Flor. Pretty indeede , To have these flowers reade morall lectures to us . Viol. Yet Madame , you can finde in your heart to treade Them underfoote , scorning as much the beauty , As the rare sense they cary . Flor. Yes I can , Yet streight I turne , and plucke 'em ; — binde 'em up , In one faire volume , thus — Viol.

And what reade you , pray ?

Flor. The emblemes of true vertues in each leafe , Imprinted there , at natures proper charges . Viol.

What thinke you of this Lilly ?

Flor:

It figures innocence .

Viol:

Weare it in your bosome .

Flor. Innocence indeed Should be the breasts faire individuall mate . Viol.

It will become you well .

Flor: So will this crowne Imperiall your head , Pray stick it there . Viol: I should be the envie of the Court then , T' is a pretty flower , what think you if I carry it to the Princesse ? Flor: Fit , very apt and fit , lady , — as fit A gift , as this were for a Lord , an hony-suckle , The amorous woodbindes off-spring ; it emblemes love ; Viol.

You would not have us make love ?

Flor.

This mysticke way has bin allow'd of ;

Viol.

And practis'd ?

Flor:

Yes , and practis'd .

Viol.

Sure I should never do 't .

Flor. No Madame ? why are not men creatures As worthy Courtship , as wee ? Viol.

Oh! but we are women !

Flor:

Oh! but we are proud .

Viol.

Shall I take 't on your experience ?

Flor.

Or your owne : — hal whose voyce is that ?

Song within . My heart is big with griefe , my wombe with lust , Both fruits of my too easie trust ; Breake first my heart , and it will be To wofull mee The welcomst , and most safe delivery . Enter Sylvio with a Lute . Syl. Hence my delight ! thou art turn'd traytour to mee : Thy strings convey'd a poyson to my eares , And they dranke deeply of it ; — yet forbeare , Alas it was my selfe , my inward griefe , Throwne from the soule in often sighs , that made Thy sound infectious ; 't is with that as guilt , It growes still greater as 't is borne about , And poysons every thing should worke it's cure . Viol.

Is not this Sylvio , Calantha's Page ?

Flor. A lover growne ? las pretty innocence . How finely sorrow shewes there — ! That , that passion Is well express't ; now sigh , then knock the breast . Excellent . Viol. Let 's use the benefit of this shade , to hide Our selves , and secretly acquainted grow With the blacke storie of his sad mishap . Syl. Felicia . How has thy name , thy selfe , thy friend deceiv'd thee ! That onely wert acquainted with the sound Of happinesse ; mock't with a false report , Into a reall misery ; whose easie nature ( The greatest foe unto it selfe , was flatter'd ) Out of a virgin treasure ; and then left Rifled of all ; but ( what griefe now is preying on ) A haplesse life — yet cruell theefe , th' ast left So much of thee behind , as shall hereafter Tell to the world a darke and gloomy tale Of thy blacke perjury . Flor. Ha! do's he riddle , Or play with griefe ? Viol:

No 't is too like a truth .

Sylv. Me thinkes each thing I meete withall upbraids my fond credulity ; The soaring larke hovers aloft i' th aire , At distance from th' inchanting glasse , that Courts Her to her ruine ! the fearefull Quaile Suspects and shuns the musicke of the pipe That sings her into fetters . Onely poore I am sillier than these ; Witnesse th' untimely swelling of this wombe Pregnant to my disgrace ; — As I lay hid In yonder thicket , the brambles gently swell'd , And hid my shame , which yet each triviall winde But dallying with , perswaded from my covert ! And left mee naked to heaven's eye ; the boughs Of the next willow clung about my head , As if they 'd knit themselves into a garland , Which I should weare for my forsaken lover , — Flor.

Very pretty !

Viol.

Wer 't not so sad .

Sylv: Oh you the weake supporters of my woes , Why do'e faile mee now at greatest need ? Beare mee at least into some hollow cave Where I may die , free from an after scorne ; And not when I am dead , be found the shame Of our fraile sex ; — Oh! I faint , and fall , Just like the early branches of some tree , Whose hasty sap shootes into early fruit , Till the o're laden boughs cracke with the weight , Ere yet they bee full ripe — staggers off . Flor:

I am amaz'd , a woman !

Viol. Some Lady here o' th Court , I 'le lay my life on 't ; Let 's to the Princesse and informe her of it . Exeunt .
ACT. III. SCEN. VI. Ferrando . Ursini . ( Valenzo , Piero , with guard about them . ) Fer: — Let mee eternally perish to honour , If their heads answer not for this foule insolence . Urs: Though 't be a sin of that portentous bulke , That 't startles all the gods , and justice selfe Wakes from a long dead lethargie to meete it : Yet Kings are great as they , and spight of fate Or rigorous lawes , may triumph in their mercy . Fer: Away with 'em to execution ; Him , and his fellow murderer , away : — Pardon a Traytour ? Urs. Though you might urge , 't were treason of that height , That none but they could thinke of , much lesse act : That murder cries for murder , blood for blood : That he whose innocence they sacrific'd To their mad fury , was your loyall subject ; This on your marriage day — to affront Hymen . And when your nuptiall torch burnt brightest , dead it With bloud , into a sickly glimmmering taper : That they should dare assault me ! — i' th' Court — One whom your goodnesse has bin pleas'd to looke Into a life , and honours , plac't i' th' state , Only to interpose my selfe betweene , And meet all dangers that are shot at you . Fer. 'T was a murder Intended on our person , but that Heaven — Urs. Was just in the prevention ; True it might be so , And were it , yet upon submission Such faults have beene remitted . Fer.

Away with 'em , I 'le heare no more .

Val. Downe holy anger ! — ( aside ) One word , and I 'me gone — you are my Soveraigne , And there 's divinitie worne in that title , Which I adore , and thinke my selfe as happy In this so early doome , since you are pleas'd with 't , As heaven had spoke it ; though not till old age , When nature claim'd it as a due ! Yet Sir Be gentle to my memory ; and if At any time my crimes appeare before you , Fresh in your thought , to staine my Heraldrie , The happy mention of my vertuous acts , From some that love my dust , shall rise to pleade My innocence — ; and may you never live To curse th' untimely hand ; or houre that rob'd you Of so much loyaltie ! — for you Ursini — If ere your name shall fall in mention , when I come i' th other world , expect me not Your friend ; I feare me , I shall tell sad tales In th' eares of heaven ; — Farewell — Exeunt Val. Pier . with a guard . Fer.

Impudent Traytour !

Urs. Yet still I dare be good ; and spight of all His hate , or malice to me , thus stand up To begge his life . Fer.

Not after so much injury ?

Urs. Yes , if Valenzo dare be sinfull still In wrongs , it shall be call'd my piety To suffer . Fer. Th' art all goodnesse ; — for thy sake Wee 'le mixe some mercy with our doome , He that submits first to thee , has his pardon , See justice done on th' other ; this sentence Shall stand irrevocable ; — Exit . Fer. Urs. This sentence stand irrevocable ? Plague to your easie nature ! — Ha! this 't is to over-act ; how have I almost fool'd my self , out Of my owne plots ; ( He that doth first submit ? ) I were in a fine case now , if Piero Should not accept a life on this condition . I 'le send to him — Cassio ! Grutti ! who waites there ? — Exit Ursin.
ACT. III. SCEN. VII. Calantha , Sylvio , Flor. Viol Cal. Ladies , pray absent your selves a while ; — Ex. Viol. Flor. — With child ? impudent whore ! to what curs'd lumpe Have thy sinnes swolne thee ? Syl.

Oh , me miserable !

Cal. Hence ingrate wretch ! that hast abus'd my favours So farre , till thou hast made a sin of charitie : — Ha! dost weepe ? — My rare dissembler ! those teares which art hath taught To flow , carry more sinfull cunning in 'em , Then those the flattering Syrens weare upon Their cheekes , when they court man to ruine : Yet tell me ere you goe , whom have those lookes Beguil'd , and train'd into your sinfull armes . Syl.

You must prepare your selfe for a sad story then :

Cal. Yes , like enough , a tale as sad , and dismall As that of Troy , and as much truth in 't too ! Quickly , dispatch , before my anger prove Too masculine ! — and be modest in 'th relation . Syl.

You 'le wish't untold .

Cal. Undone I doe ! but why This tedious circumstance ? it do's involve Your guilt . Syl. Know then , that when I was my selfe My name was — Cal.

What ?

Syl.

Felicia

Cal.

Alberto's daughter ?

Syl. Yes his — that was once Alberto Durazzo's farre-fam'd Marquesse ; till His cruell Master seiz'd on 's life , and honours , At his returne from Sicily i' th first warres ; Where he receiv'd a fatall overthrow . Cal. He was in action bold , and valiant ! However fortune wrought him this disgrace ; Syl.

Here ! here began my misery .

Cal.

Proceede , trust me I now begin to pitty thee .

Syl. Then let me die without your farther knowledge Of my mishap ; t' will be injurious Unto my ashes , and disturbe their quiet ; I know it will ; Cal.

Nay , prithee tell me , come , and I 'le weepe with thee .

Syl. You 'le have cause enough ere I 've done ; Therefore don't hear 't ; Cal.

Is there ought in 't concernes me ?

Syl.

Too much

Cal. Nay , then I must , and will have all the story , Or thinke thee a foule prostitute . Syl. 'T is thus then ! — Yet do'nt beleeve me , say that I was mad , Distracted with my sorrowes , that my words Fell so uneven from me , you mistooke The sense ; say any thing . — Cal.

Come , come , I know thou wilt tell truth !

Syl.

Or may I never finde peace hereafter !

Cal. How I feare Whether this story tends ? Syl. The King Madame . Ferrando ; — ( Seize me Courteous death , Or I shall poyson all her joyes ; ) Cal. Ha! what of him ? Be sudden , or , I sweare by my just anger , I 'le streight rip up the cradle of thy lust , The den where all thy loose adultery's Were acted ; search each corner of thy wombe . That keepes a record of thy villanyes ! Syl.

Ferrando was the author of my fall :

Cal. More lying then that evill Genius Kicks her , & Exit . That wrought the first mans fall ! Syl.

Ferrando ! oh ! oh ! ( Swoons )

Enter againe Calantha Cal. Thou rebell passion jealousy ! what mean'st thou To tumult in my breast ? — ha ! yet why not ? Why may not he be false ? Syl.

Oh! oh ! oh !

Cal. T' is so ! — Felicia ! — she 's gone , she 's gone ! Helpe there , Florinda ! Violetta ! Ladyes ! Soe — she begins to breath ; — looke up Felicia ! Syl.

Where am I ?

Cal. Here , — a medall ? this confirmes it ; finds a medall about her necke with the pict: of Fer : & Fel. in it Ferrando and Felicia ! Syl. Ha! the Princesse ! Beshrew me but I 've had a fearefull dreame ! I hope t' was but a dreame ; Cal. No ; I know all , Ferrando's false , as stayn'd with sin , and perjury As howling-Ghosts . Syl. Good Madame don't affright me ; Your fancy 's darke and gloomy . Cal. Yes all hell Is there at worke contriving a revenge ; Syl.

Revenge ? for whom ?

Cal. No matter whom ; — But tell me How , and with what false othes , he won thee first To his loose sheets . Syl. I 'le tell you ; but you first Shall promise me , to breade no other way To your revenge and mine , then I shall leade you in . Cal. I doe : Let 's sir , and heare it all . Syl. Whilst yet Alberto liv'd As great in favour as in bloud , the glory O' th Court of Naples , honour'd with dayly visits From his Prince ; t' was my unhappy destiny , ( Foole that I was to be so credulous ! ) To receive many favours from Ferrando ; Which I interpreted i' th way of love ; Meane while , this match was treated of betweene Him , and your selfe ; your Father ( Sicily's King ) After your plighted troths , and formall ceremonyes Us'd betwixt Prince , and Prince , would breake it off , Which caus'd a sudden warre upon his Country ; In which expedition Alberto Was sent chiefe generall : the King being fore't Now to withdraw his publick visits , imploy'd Ursini in the businesse ; gets accesse Privately to me i' th might , and that too Allwayes i' th darke , lest happily he might Be knowne to any of my servants ; Briefly After his many oathes , and protestations Of his faire meaning , I at last consented To let him steale the fruit , he durst not owne : When ere I urg'd , he was ingag'd to you , He answer'd , that was but a tricke of state , A faire pretence to colour his designe ; And mak 't seeme glorious , in the eye o' th world ; That he warr'd for a Kingdome , not a Queene ; Onely intreated me , that I 'de be silent , And not so much as in a signe betray To 'th day , what onely night was conscious of . Cal.

You condiscended ?

Syl. Willingly . My father i' th meane while returnes defeated , For which the King led on by passion , seiz'd His life and honours , these conferr'd on his Now favourite Ursini : the fleete re inforc't , He himselfe the second time in person Went generall of the forces , conquer'd Sicily , And slew your father on Messina's plaines , Last brought you away captive . Cal. But how cam'st thou to Court in Sicily ? Thou told'st another story then : Syl: For that I crave your pardon , 't was all the untruths My life has ere bin charg'd with ; but 't was thus : Led partly by a jealous feare , to see What he intended ; partly to find out My brother Frederico , who was left there Commander in Mazara , which was tooke In the first expedition , in this disguise , 'Mongst others whom desire of fame , or profit Led to your shore , I cross't the seas ; but failing In quest of him I sought , I came to Court , Where since I have remain'd . Cal. But why Felicia Did'st not disclose thy selfe before this time , Now things are growne so bad ? Syl. When first I saw Your person , and how mutually you lov'd , Knowing how farre I was beneath your worth , So deare I held you both , that I determin'd For ever to be lost to memory ; And serve you thus in this disguise : which I Had done , but that this haplesse chance Betray'd mee to your knowledge . Cal.

Alas ! thy piety has undone us both !

Syl.

'T was my too cruell destinies !

Cal, Methinkes wee two now seeme to be set copies Of griefes , to which wrong'd virgins will repaire , To take out patternes by . Syl. Our wrongs and sorrowes Have made us just so like to one another , That each seemes th'o others counterfeit . Cal. We 'le sit , and descant on our miseries , Count the extent of each , proportion teares , And sighs unto them . Syl. Her 's that doth surmount , Shall borrow griefe of t'other . Cal.

H 'as robb'd mee of a father cruell Tyrant ,

Syl.

H 'as robb'd mee of a father cruell Tyrant ,

Cal:

Bereav'd mee of my friends , and loving subjects ,

Syl:

Bereav'd mee of my Brother , and my friends .

Cal:

Tane away all my honours , and my dower .

Syl.

Taken my virgin honour , all my dower .

Cal:

H 'as mock't mee with the title of a Queene .

Syl.

H 'as mock't mee with the title of a Queene .

Cal:

— But I am lost in Passion .

Sylv:

And I am lost in Passion .

Cal: Felicia come , and as our wrongs are equall , So let our revenge be ; we 'le hand in hand Assault this Tyrant ; and in bloody Characters Print on his body the story of our sufferings : Syl:

Yet this cannot cure our griefe .

Cal: What though , wrong'd innocence ? In death it will intitle us to honours ; And though our bodies moulder to corruption , Our better part shall survive fame ; our names , Free from decay , shall swell up numerous volumes ; Whil'st our sad legends shall be made a pillow , To every sleeping virgin . Syl. O yet for my sake have some pitty on him , And for that part of him , that 's cradled here , 'Las he may live to make us faire amends . Cal: For thy sake I could spare him , but my wrongs Sit heavy here , and urge mee to revenge . Syl: But say l 've thought a way , how we may yet Be both restor'd to happinesse , would you not Accept , and follow 't ? Cal:

Speake it ( gentle soule . )

Syl: As yet ( you know ) your virgin treasure stands Free from his ruder touch : those Ceremonies , Which link't you in one Hymeneall knot , Religion will make void , the praecontract 'Twixt him and mee being knowne , so that you then , On this part are free from him ; enjoy him thus You cannot , neither would you ( I suppose ) After these wrongs , ( if you might be permitted : ) What hinders then , but that I take your place This night ? and shew him , to what height his perjury Has wrought our wrongs , whilst you in some disguise May quit the Court , and e're next Sun appeare , From hence towards France , to whom you are allyed In blood , and wrongs . — Cal: Content , — I 'le in , and haste mee to be gone , To goe there is some hope . Syl:

To stay there 's none .

Exeunt .
ACT : IV.
SCEN. I. Piero . Cassio . as in the Prison . Pier:

— To mee this ?

Cass: Out of particular respect Hee stood ingag'd to repay your merits . Pier: Dare you Promise so much for 's Lordship ? Cass: The Contents Of that will speake , how much he tenders goodnesse In every noble breast . Pier: No doubt Sir , but You are familiar with the sense it carries , And can informe mee , better than the darke Character . Cass: 'T is that you 'd be pleas'd t' accept A life , for which to 's Piety you shall owe , Onely a faire acknowledgement . Pier: Wondrous good ! 'T is a becomming charity this , and hee Weares it amongst the chiefest of his vertues . Cass: Sir , it must needs be eminent in 's Lordship , Since exercis'd upon so noble a subject As your selfe Pier: But stay ? — now I thinke on 't , This is a benefit of that nature , it seldome comes Alone , are there not honours too ? preferments That wait upon this gift ? speake , shall I be His Lordships creature ? Cass:

He 's passionately yours .

Pier: Are we not for designe ? — ba , what darke tricke Is there i' th State , that doth imply danger Enough for us to mannage , doth he thinke Us fit to temper poysons , or use the benefit O' th night to seize on his State-rivals , are we Potent enough for faction , or intended Intelligencer to some forraine Prince ? Cass:

What meane you ?

Pier. Ingagements of this nature urge a returne Of thankes proportionable to themselves , And what we have of such rich values , I cannot tell , lest t' be our soules forfeited To 'th next occasion his Lordship has to use 'em . Cass: This is strange language Sir , my understanding Has not yet arriv'd at what it meanes . Pier: Go home and study it then : — and do'e heare , Strikes him . Entreat my Lord , t' employ his favours to Some further profit , he 'le scarce be gainer by 'em else . Cass:

I shall acquaint him with your humour .

Pier:

Do maggot , wriggle , wriggle , do : —

Exit Cass :
ACT. IV. SCEN. II. To Piero , Charintha ; ( Valenzo behinde the hangings . ) Char.

Piero .

Pier. Madame ! I am all joy , life , honours , Preferment , and what not ? Char. Then I 'me undone ! Piero ! didst not promise me to stand The utmost of 's temptations ? didst thou boast Thy vertuous strength , and fall'st at the first onset ? Pier.

Life Madame is sweet .

Char. If hitherto It hath bin so , hereafter t' will be all Bitternesse , thou hast betray'd thy friend to death ; The thought of which will soure all thy content , Make thy best pleasures rellish worse then gall . Pier. Life , with the worst that can befall us , is A good exchange for death ; but here are honours Annex't to 't Lady ! I shall be great in favour . Char. Thou wilt grow big in sinne too ! thou must barter Thy vertue for preferment ; which being gone , At best thou 't be but painted ruines , A glorious misery ; thou must owe life To him , that will infect and kill thy soule . Pier. Yet you would be content , Valenzo should Accept a life , on this condition . Char.

Yet he may live , and still be vertuous .

Pier.

Why ? so may I .

Char.

Yet he 's thy friend .

Pier.

Am not I his too ?

Char. T' will be a glory to thee after death That thou wert friendships martyr , a title Will sit upon thy tombe , richer than all Thy Heraldry ; more lasting than thy marble . Pier. To shew how farre , I can preferre him to My selfe , I am content this honour should be his . Char: False to thy friend , and vertue ! that onely cam'st To mocke calamitie , and midst our wrongs Remaine our greatest in jurie . Pier. Mistake mee not , I onely did prepare you for a joy , Which now you 're ripe for : — know then , 'T return'd Him scorne for all his flattering promises ; And stood resolv'd t' incounter with his fury , Made hot by my disdaine . Char:

Miracle of friendship .

Pier. Since 't is decreed that one of us must fall , And onely one , my death shall free us both From the lawes rigour , enjoy your best Valenzo , Enjoy him long , may you ( a happy paire ) Grow like two neighbouring roses on one stalke , Partaking mutually each others sweetes ; Whence no rude hand approach to ravish you , But when you are full blowne , and ripe for heaven , May you fall gently both into one grave , There lye intomb'd in your owne odours . Char. Piero , thou go'st To heaven , to be the envy of the Saints ; For when thou com'st where those blest troopes reside , No man shall ere direct a vow , or prayer , But unto thee ! — Valenzo take thy friend , ( Val : Enters ) Take him unto thy bosome , he has so much Of heaven in him , I feare he can scarce die . Val : Is it your feare , Madame ? can he deserve lesse in Your faire opinion , than to be thought immortall ? That death at length should boast a victory O're so much goodnesse . — Methinkes ( Piero ) Thou should'st for ever stand a rich example , To all mankind , who in thy fall will sicken , And dye to vertue ; injoy the happinesse Of thine owne fate ; I will not rob thee of One precious minute ; live till time has powr'd A reverend snow upon thy head . — Pier:

But justice must be satisfied .

Val :

I 'le bow my selfe beneath the stroake .

Pier: To slay The innocent , is not to expiate , But make a crime , preserve thy selfe entire To thy Charintha , King , and Country . Val : What! And betray my friend to death ? Pier. To what I have deserv'd . Val : T' was thy too forward zeale , and a ripe spirit . That spur'd thee on to action , thou didst it for Thy friend , for mee , and had not justice bin Wrong'd in 't , the honour had bin mine , why not The shame ? Pier:

You must not , shall not die .

Val : No more ! 'T will prove a breach of friendship else , I must not , Shall not die : my honour suffers double , Thou wouldst foyle mee both in love , and valour . Pier:

Pitty these teares .

Char: Or in thy ruine I Am lost . Pier: Justice requires but one , her fate Is so involv'd in yours , you cannot fall , But in it shee must finde a certaine death ; Thinke then , how can you satisfie the law ? Val. Farre easier than you , in whose sad losse The whole world suffers , and in thy unripe fall Looses all goodnesse . Char: Stint this pious strife , I have bin too much woman , and betrai'd My name to infamy , in this tame passion : Possesse mee a just anger , a spirit great And noble as my birth ; that I may shake , And rowze this sleepy Prince , from his dull lethargie ; Who 's wholy lost , in the bewitching flatteries Of that bad man ; — alas this is a danger Too potent for your starres to free you from ; Henceforth I 'le be your destinies : for since This calme brings nothing but a certaine fall , A storme shall either save , or ruine all . ( Exeunt . )
ACT. IV. SCEN. III . Ferrando . Ursini . Charintha . A Table is set forth ; taper , pen , inke , &c. Fer.

Contemne our pardon .

Urs. Returne your favours too With so much scorne . Fer: Better they 'd play'd with lightning , Or hugg'd a thunderbolt . Urs: Justice is slow Of pace , and if not led by furie , Seldome o'retakes the crime , let your returne Of punishment be quicke , and active , delay is worse Than pitty , and more dangerous : Valenzo Is popular , and who knowes , but hee had rather , Owe his life to the peoples mutiny , than your pardon , And therefore slighted it . Fer: Oh the state of Princes ! How farre are we from that securitie , Wee dream't of in th' expectance of our crowne ? Were forraine dangers nothing , yet we nourish Our ruine in our bosome : Valenzo is a traytour , So is Piero too ; and who is not in this age ? It is unsafe not to suspect our selfe . To torture with 'em ; be noble in thy justice : — Here draw a warrant for their execution ; — We 'le sign 't with our owne signer ; — hence pitty , Post from our breast ; we banish thee our bosome Th' art a disease bred there to ruine Majestie : Ursini preparing to write . And sink us below our subjects scorne . — Charintha ? ( Enter Charintha . ) Our Princely cousin , welcome to Court ; thou hast Beene too long absent , ( I must chide thee for 't , ) And envy'd us the boast of vertue . Char:

Vertue !

Urs. Some malicious devill now , or other , Has intic'd her from her beads ; To undoe mee , and my plots , shee carries anger In her brow : — this I must mitigate , or I am Lost . — Fer: Thou art so eager after heaven , Thou woo't o're-buy thy happinesse . Char:

Never fear 't Sir .

Fer: But thy devotion 's season'd with so much charity , Thou pil'st a stocke of merit up for us At Court . Char:

I beleeve y 'had need on 't .

Fer:

As long as we live here we shall ; —

Char:

So wicked !

Fer: Ha! what frowne 's that , whence these clouds , Charintha ? So rises the blushing morne , as thou wert wont To smile , when thou appear'dst , we owe Our day unto thy eyes ; and if thou think'st Thy beautie 's worne too cheape , we 'le become tributaries To thee for light ; chase hence this sullen darknesse , Thy absence has already made too long A night . Char:

No Sir ; 't was your blacke deeds .

Fer. How 's this ? Do' e know mee , who I am ? Char:

Not well .

Fer:

Your King .

Char: A Tyrant Of bigge , and grorious impietie's , A regall monster , the true head of that Beast you rule , the multitude : more cruell Than enrag'd lyons , or robb'd beares ; who both Will spare the innocent , and humble . Fer:

Looke to 'th Lady there , sure she 's distracted .

Char:

My wrongs indeed would make mee so .

Fer:

What wrongs ? whence ? or from whom ?

Char.

Raise not my auger higher with your scorne ; —

Fer.

By all that 's . —

Char. Or if 't be ignorance of my sufferings , It but betrayes your want of reason , and How farre you 're lost to man , by your fond dotage . Fer.

Grow more particular , or wonder ruines mee .

Char. Good God! I 've suffer'd so long , till patience Grew my greatest crime . — Urs. Now , now the storme is coming this way , But I 'me prepar'd to meete it . Char. Whence ? or from whom ? Aske this good man how often he has mourn'd Over the ruines of my fame ? how often His eares have met with the report of my Disgrace ? how I was noys'd a strumpet ? when Each talking thing at Court , might freely act A rape upon my vertue , till I was left All a whole staine , blacke as the front of perjur'd Sinners ? while you , ( as if I 'de bin a trifle Cast from your blood , and kindred , or some darke thing , Whose actions were so fowly bad . That report better'd 'em in the expression : ) Could sit as silent as the night ; as calme As seas , when the windes sleepe ; yet at last be just ; And say , how have I appear'd to you , or him , That calumnie has thus bin priviledg'd , To violate my honour ? Urs. Madame , I have allwayes spoke you , chastities best example . Fer:

Innocence it selfe is not so white .

Char. Yet he that would confirme this with his sword , Must meete , with prisons , wrackes , and tortures , As a reward of so much vertue ! Fer.

Ha!

Urs.

Sweetest Princesse ! —

Char: And ere he die , must suffer in 's honour , Be proclaim'd traytor to the state : Fer:

Ursini , thou hast abus'd our trust .

Urs.

My Lord . —

Char: Too weake pretence , for your ingratitude To so large merit ; Naples call's him Her chiefe preserver ; he brought home victory , By his owne arme atchiev'd , when the proud foe , Threatned your Kingdome with a fatall downefall . He , to whose arme you owe your life , your crowne , To whom in warre , you 'd sooner flie for helpe Then to the Altar ; now in peace must have His temples robb'd ; his garlands from his brow Transplanted . to adorne this uselesse statua . Urs.

Madame , I have not so appear'd in managing these affaires of yours .

Char. Would thou had'st , Or somewhat that carries lesse resemblance Of man : Oh thou art bravely wicked . Urs. I have not us'd the art to boast the vertue Of mine owne actions ; yet heaven knowes They were all good , and aim'd at ends as honourable As your desires . Fer. Ursini leave , till there is hope of pardon , This impudence in sinne , Bid's a defiance to all mercy ; did we not , At your perswasion , give order for Valenzo's Quicke dispatch ? Urs.

How ere I seem'd ( great Sir ) to runne downe with the streame of your violent passion , yet my intents still bore up against it ; witnesse this paper .

Deliver's a paper to Ferrando , who reades it . Fer:

Ha! What 's here a pardon ?

Urs:

Which you had seal'd ere this , had not this Lady here interrupted it .

Fer.

How ?

Urs: your passion would not have permitted you , To have o're view'd what you consented too ; This I knew , as likewise how dangerous it Would have beene to the state , if he had fall'n . Fer: Againe my owne Ursini : — Charintha , pardon our errours , we will deserve it , By the future love , and honours we will throw On our Valenzo , — here take my signer Fetch 'em to Court . Char:

You are noble .

Fer:

Ursini Waite on her to the Castle .

Urs:

You honour mee .

Fer. Oh how neere were we destruction . Reason sit still enthron'd in thine owne state , T' is passion onely ruines Kings , not fate . Exeunt
ACT. IV. SCEN: IV. Bentivoglio . Alphonso . Grutti . Cassio . Violetta . Florinda . Bent:

Hold up , hold up Sir , the Ladies are comming this way , — for shame , — God's mee , they 'r here ; why do'e tremble so Sir ?

Alph :

A violent fit o' th ague ; oh ! oh ! oh ! have mee to bed gently , gently , or I shall scatter all my limbes ;

Bent:

Discredited for ever , ( here take this staffe Sir ) — have I boasted your strength to them ? — fortifi'd you for th' incounter , and you faile me thus ? — undone , undone !

Alph :

Oh! oh ! oh ! for halfe a dozen of night caps .

Bent:

Here Sir , on with 'em ; they 'r somewhat durty , they 'll keepe you the warmer ; — now shall I be call'd Mountebanke ; Quackesalver , Pispot-peeper : and all the ugly mangy names can be invented . — come in , come in . —

Grut:

'T will be a Scene of modest mirth , Ladies .

Cass.

The Physitian has cool'd him .

Bent:

Why Sir , you won't disgrace mee ? go towards 'em .

Alph :

Some fire , some fire ; — cold , cold , cold , cold .

Bent.

Here , here , on with my gowne : — this cap , so , so .

Grut:

Ladies , we 'le take leave to be bold here to vexe him .

Viol:

How do'e my Lord ?

Flor.

We are come here to await your pleasure .

Cass.

The very thought on 't has cast him into a cold sweat .

Alph :

Oh! oh !

Cass:

Now for fifty virgins .

Grut.

A monopoly of women .

Bent.

Hey , for a wench , for a wench , to bumfiddle now ; Ah! ha !

Alph.

Oh! ho ! oh !

Bent.

Do' e remember you 'd play the foole in my gowne , and cap excellently .

Grut.

Well said Doctour .

Cass.

To him Doctour .

Bent.

Then a noyse of Musitians would do rarely .

Cass:

Looke he 's nodding .

Viol:

My Lord you intend no abuse to us ?

Flor:

Make us hazzard our credits for nothing ?

Alph.

More clothes ; — why hoe there , on my feete I say .

Grut.

He 's dreaming .

Bent.

Fast , fast a sleepe , so , so , this charme last's till Midnight , and then hee wakes .

Grut:

'T will be good sport to see him then —

Bent.

Dance up and downe the Court like the ghost of old Hippocrates .

Viol.

You must not expose him to the publike view .

Cass.

Mr Doctour you 're sufficiently reveng'd , this is enough for you to boast on when you come i' th University .

Bent.

This , and the rare cures I 've done upon you two shall be my theame . — Good night . — Ladies I 'me your servant . — My doughty placket-hunter lye thee there , and e'ne awake when thy stomacke serves thee ; to morrow morning I 'me for Padua . —

Exeunt .
ACT. IV. SCEN. V. Zisco . Ursini . &c. Zisc. The night comes on apace , streight every thing Will be as blacke as I , and alike terrible , Nay out-doe mee too : each leafe that stirres Affrights the fearfull , makes the guilty tremble , And yet this night , what is it but a shadow ? Yet I am lesse than that , for I do lesse : I that have purpos'd so much , act nothing ! Horrour ! could but my thoughts be seene , they 'd owne Murders , more than the basiliske could commit , Were he all eye , more than revenge has acted , Or than the triviall spight of plague , and warre Produce , in their full heate . — Ursini be speedy Or I 'le outrunne designe . — Enter Ursini . Urs:

Zisco .

Zisc.

My Lord .

Urs: The houres are favourable And have brought opportunitie along with 'em , We must resolve for action . Zis.

I 'me prepar'd .

Urs:

But Zisco , art thou sure Felicia was . —

Zis. Sure ? puh ! would you know ? I my selfe Am the Moore he caus'd to ravish her . Urs.

And canst thou do 't againe ?

Zis.

Bravely .

Urs. This night then thou shalt — ravish his Mistris , Calantha ! this night ! I 've prepar'd all things ready For thy conveyance into her chamber — thou wilt doe 't Zis.

Resolv'd .

Urs.

And kill her too ?

Zisc.

An shee were my mother .

Enter Grutti . Urs.

Obscure your selfe a while . — how now ?

Grut. My Lord , the French have kept their word , And unespied have stolne from Genoa , Enter'd our haven , and this night have set Upon our fleete , the bold Sicilians too I' th towne are up in armes . Urs.

There spoke my Genius .

Enter Cassio . Cass: My Lord ! the Cittie 's in a mutinie , The Court in wild distraction . Urs:

Well , beyond my hopes : excellent well ; Grutti , Cassio , be nere us , we must use your helpe to night .

Cass: Valenzo playes from the Castle with his Canons , And strikes both parties without distinction : He 's now marching up with a well ord'red troope , T' is thought he had intelligence of your intents . Urs. O my fate ! that man undoe's mee . Thus early sins are blasted in the bud , There is no safety but in being good . Exeunt .
ACT : V.
SCEN. I. Valenzo , Contareno , Galeotto , Gonçales . Val : — 'T is late . Each man retire to his quarter : Captaines , We entertaine your merit with a serious welcome . Gal. Our deserts , my Lord , Are so slender , that wer 't not to prejudice Your judgement , we would blush to owne any . Cont.

Hang this flattery , merit quotha ? is 't such a piece of merit to cut a score or two of throats ; knocke downe an hundred o' th citty herd ? a gallant could do so much for 's Cockatrice .

Val :

The King shall give you each particular thinkes : He owes you both a trophey ,

Gal. His acknowledgement Of our duty , would raise our pride to sinne , We should forget to let heaven share i' th victory . Cont:

Victories , by Mars's crest it deserves not to come i' th Chronicle , though Hollinshead or Hall , those voluminous forreiners should write our annals , 't will ne're make us justle in among the Caesars , or owne a name i' th list o' th worthies .

Val.

No Contareno , wee will not have thee painted in vile ugly colours , and clapt upon chimneies , thou shalt be cut —

Cont.

In brasse ? mine would make an excellent brazen face ?

Val : In Parian marble , wee 'le rob the Quarries To reare thee up a glorious monument . Cont.

A glorious loame to set lazie spiders a worke in , an office for birds to mute in , if these be your glorious monumēts for men of armes , I 'le e'en live to sin out my merit ( as you call it ) then when I die , the world and I will shake hands , and cry quit of all sides .

Val.

Hee that should heare thee talke thus , and not know thee well , would doubt thy valour .

Cont:

Hercules ! an hee did he should try it .

Val. T' were punishment enough . Enter Gonçales . Gonçales — I gratulate thy navall victory ; France will have cause hereafter to mention thee in sad story , Thou giv'st them but a churlish salutation . Gon. Such as they deserv'd , It seemes they came rather to steale than fight , They were as ill prepar'd , as they had meant To beare our empty hulkes away unquestion'd ; For soone as they perceived we descri'd 'em , Pale , as the lillies in their trembling flagges , They turn'd their sailes , and fled ; we made after 'em , With swift wing'd lightning from our Canons mouth , Which sunke and fir'd 'em all , ere they could quit The channell , or gaine the wider Ocean ; Val. Beleeve mee , noble Souldier , thou art deare To fame ; as old in victory , as in yeares , Yet still thou toyl'st t' undoe thy selfe , and benefit Thy ingratefull soyle , which never will be able To requite thy meanest service . Gon: Yet you for the same cause , i' th pride of youth , Oppos'd your selfe betwixt the state and danger , When their sicke hopes , were as their fortunes , desperate ; Reduc'd a Kingdome to your sway , in whose Rich spoyles , your gawdie Souldier triumphs ; Whilst boasting of their rifled plumes , they drinke Health's to victory ; yet those so moderate , Their bowles encrease their fury , not their surfeits . Cont:

How these tall men o' th sword claw one another ?

Gal:

They have an itch of pride runnes through 'em .

Val. The Hero's , when thou com'st into Elyzium , To give thee place , shall shift their blessed mansions . Gon:

And load thee with their lawrells .

ACT : V. SCEN: II. To them Calantha disguised . Cal: How my feares betray mee ! shunning One toyle , I runne into another . Cont:

Che va la ?

Cal.

Oh mee ! I 'me surpriz'd .

Cont:

Spirit of valour th' art my prisoner .

Val.

Ha! whom have you there ?

Cal:

( Valenzo ! my voyce betrayes mee . )

Cont. A young Sicilian , shall I draw my steele , And give him a gentle stroke ? Cal.

Lend mee my sword — and be thou what thou wilt I dare thee to thy worst .

Cont.

Bravely spoke , — set forward then . —

Val.

Traytour ! the Princesse ! Calantha !

Cont. All the better ; she 's skilfull at her weapon , We 'le but exchange a thrust in sport . Gal. & Gon.

Ha! what meanes this flight ?

Cal.

Dare none of you fight ?

Val.

Deare Lady , not with you .

Cal, Then you are cowards , they speake you so i' th Citty , And I came out thus purposely to try you . Val. If you please , you shall quickly see that , Command us sheath our swords in one anothers Bosomes — we 'le fly like lightning to execute your Commands ; — you 're our Princesse . Cal.

No , I 'me your Prince's murthresse .

Omnes .

How ?

Cal: I 've kill'd your King : will none Dispatch mee yet ? Gon:

Sure she 's distracted .

Val : We must disarme you Lady ; — t' is a duty to our Prince Was never till now unwillingly perform'd ! You must backe to 'th Court , whither we 'le waite upon you . Cal:

Villaines , cowards ,

( Exeunt Val. Gon. Cal: ) Gal:

The Princesse ! what made shee abroad so late ?

Cont.

Did she not say that shee had kill'd the King too ?

Gal:

Come let 's walke the round ; things are yet unsetled .

Cont.

'T is so darke now , an the divell should lye perdieu I should go neere to stumble on 's hornes .

Exeunt .
ACT. V. SCEN. III . Florinda . Violetta . Felicia , ( going to bed . ) Flor. Too much of this sad story , Oh these men How are they degenerate from the goodnesse Of their creation ! they have beene alwaies false — Viol. Silly as we are , We know it ; their vowes and othes are traytours To us , and yet we hugge them , let them into our bosomes , Into our hearts , till they undoe us ? Flor: But Madame , why do'e desire us to leave you ? Fear you not his fury , what it may prompt him too , When he shall see you are not his Calantha . Fel. He never was acquainted with that passion , He 's violent in nothing , — But in love . Viol. And yet he may dissemble that too As well as his vowes . Fel. Should hee ? were his hand Lift up to strike mee , I can charme it there ! Who can looke on a Ladies bended knees , Wet cheekes , swolne eyes , heare her sighs , her prayers , And yet be cruell : If there be one that can , That one is not Ferrando ; his bosome is Passable to every grone ; it strikes his heart : He would tell mee ( when he was absent ) If I sigh 't , or wept , for then he said He wept and sigh'd by sympathy . Viol.

Yet now he loves you not .

Fel: Can hee not love himselfe ? here , here I beare him , Himselfe in a lesse modell , this I 'le shew him , If he mistrust t' is none of his ; let him But rip mee up , there he shall see each limbe As like to his , as his one hand , one eye , One cheeke is like the other : besides there lyes Folded by his owne name , he told mee hee Would call it so , ( Ferrando , ) and lest I Should chance forget , I wrote it in my heart , There he will finde it . Flor.

Good Lady !

Viol:

T' is a sad nuptiall night , this ,

Fer: I 'le tell him too how hee Would grieve if I were dead , goe hanging downe His head , vailing his eyes from heaven , asham'd To looke up to the place , where his Felicia is : Or poring on the ground , as he would finde Where my neglected ashes lay a sport To th' windes ; where some rude blast might blow mee up Into his eyes , and then hee 'd weepe to finde , Mee there ; weepe till the fretting brine had burn'd His eye-bals out . He told mee of his dreames , what pleasure hee Had to finde me in 'em : alas they will Be terrible now : I shall affright him , appeare A thin pale ghost , make him start out in his sleepe ; ( Alas ! I will not ) yet he 'le dreame he heard mee . Cry out , Ferrando ! revenge upon Ferrando : This cannot chuse but startle him . — Viol:

Heaven grant it may .

Flor: Madame all joy that we can hope , or wish , Be with you . Fer: — I 'le goe alone into the bed-chamber . There expect him , — pray leave mee . Flor.

Good night , I heare him coming .

Exeunt severally ,
ACT. V. SCEN: IV. Ferrando . Ursini . Fer:

Our Navie victour .

Urs. The City quiet too I those clouds Which threatned ruine to your Kingdome , all Blowne o're ; the skie serene and calme , as if It laugh't at your vaine feares ; the lampes of heaven That now seem'd all blowne out , are trimm'd a new And brighter shine , to lead you to Elyzium . Fer: To Heaven , Elyzium's poore to what wee shall Enjoy to night . Urs: The land of some dull villager Or doughty Poëts dreames . Fer: The birth of fancie , A thin , fantasticke , aierie paradise ; With which they flatter their weake hopes , but mine Is knowne to sense ; we gather odours there ; wealthy In their native sweetenesse , flowers of a hew As bright as lasting , roses and lillies Blowne from their stalkes , meete here , and dwell upon Her cheekes , as if there onely they were priviledg'd To enjoy an everlasting spring . Urs. Let your Imaginations seed even to a surfet , your senses Are too too weake , and narrow t' entertaine The bounteous flowing of her pleasures : You 'le let so much passe by unknowne , As if you tooke but tribute of her blessings : When the whole stocke is yours . Fer: We 'le be her Mars , and meete her in soft skirmish , In amorous duell , where we 'le softly yeeld And let her winne : ( to raise her to the pride Of a new victory , as much upon our selves As we have done upon her Country , Then shall shee binde us gently in her haire Fetters for Captive lovers , and in scorne Of our trimme youth , and temperate blood , when we Begin to faint within her armes , shall then Supply us with new strength from her own eyes ; Whence she will dart a soule at every glance Rich as her selfe , and the blest smiles t' is made of ; Create an active flame within our breast Able to give old statua's life and motion , Make their stiffe marble feete supple as the joynts Of love : — oh I 'me lost ! my Venus Come ; lead to my Venus . Urs: Your Cynthia , — your Moone Curteine drawne , Felicia discovered lying upon a bed , Zisco , as having ravish't , and then slain her . With a man in her — there there 's Your way , why move you not ? How you stand . Fer: Ursini , Ha! Se'st thou that blacke thing there ? That ugly fiend , I 'le out stare thee , devill . Urs.

Where are you Sir ?

Zis :

'T is done .

Fer: Ravish't ! Calantha's ravish't — oh torment ! Grim fury post to hell . Zis : Pardon mee Sir , I 've a little businesse to dispatch first — ( stabs him . This for Felicia , thus Alberto fell . Fer.

Oh I 'me wounded .

Zis :

Ha! do'e know mee Prince ?

( puls off his disguise . ) Urs:

Frederico ! just heavens .

Zis. Stay your hand — be innocent in your revenge , Let me beare all the guilt . Urs: Could'st thou thinke , dull Prince , that heaven so Doated on thy royaltie , thy crowne , thy scepter , Or regall pall could beare thee out in sin ? Or the weake shine of triviall state dazle Their eyes that looke upon the blessed sunne ! Could'st thou flatter thy selfe into such a Security , That vengeance would not finde thee out ? When thou had'st forfeited thy luxurious palate With all the dainties of Felicia's body Thirsted her blood , quaff'd off whole bowles of it , Till thou wer 't drunke , and wild with fury Of thy intemperate draughts — Am not I a rare villaine now ? Fer. Mad , starke mad , besides himselfe , ( aside ) Sure this is but a dreame , and I asleepe . Zis :

Thus , thus I 'le wake you : —

( stabs him . ) Fer: Oh my blood scalds , h' has shot wild fire into my heart , Ah traytour , thy steele is poyson'd . Urs. Frederico , let mee embrace thee : Now our revenge is perfect . A noyse within . Enter fighting , Valenzo , Grutti , Gonçales , Cassio , Calantha . Grut:

Your passage lyes this way .

Cass.

Thorough us .

Val :

Treason , treason , raise the Court .

Gon:

Breake ope the doores .

Urs:

We are betray'd .

Val :

Villaine I greete thy heart .

( kils him . ) Cass.

Where tends your businesse ?

Gon:

Slave to hell , and thou shalt carry 't thither .

kils him . Fer:

Fire , fire , the poyson boyles my entrals .

Val :

The Prince wounded !

Gon:

Where are the traitours ?

Zis :

Here I am his murtherer .

Val :

Frederico .

Urs:

Valenzo , I am o'recome . —

Flings him his sword . Fer:

New miracles , Calantha , my best my dearest love : — Oh I am sicke , stand off Calantha , my breath 's so hot , 't will singe thee else ; and licke thy beauty's up , like nimble flames ; But dost thou live ?

Cal:

To curse thee false and perjur'd .

Fer: The spheares are out of tune ; nature's distraught ; The orbes celestiall have turn'd round so long That they are giddie : the starres are in a mutiny , The Intelligences are altogether by 'th eares . Cal: Heaven ! I blesse your justice : Sterne tyrant ! that triumph'st o're the memory Of my father , mock'st mee with love , Till like a foole I doated on my fetters , 'Cause they were golden ones , that thus Thy devillish art might make my soule a captive , With my body . Fer:

Aenigmaticall .

Cal: Yet then a Lady mourn'd thy perjur'd vowes . Whom thou betrayd'st to loose adultery . Fer:

Thy speech , Calantha , is darker than an Oracle .

Cal: Truer it is , and dar'st thou yet dissemble it ? 'T is a truth precious to time , who will preserv 't To blast thy memory , and derive a staine On all thy successours . Urs.

How ? or when arriv'd this your knowledge Madame ?

Zis.

How ? or when arriv'd this your knowledge Madame ?

Cal: Felicia told mee all her selfe Confirm'd it by religious oathes ; besides This medall which she gave mee from her necke , A pledge of his broke faith , with the sad fruits Of his sate lust , within her wombe . Fer:

She 's a blacke whore : shee lies ; beleeve her not .

Cal.

Thou wilt be damn'd :

Fer. So may I ; and houle eternally In those blew flames the devils bath in , If ever my vowes were made to any other Then thee ; and those , as spotlesse as thy soule . — Urs:

But whom have wee here ?

Cal. Felicia ! Sad Lady she intreated This night's exchange of place ; that she might shew him What an untimely mother he had made her , And this 't was caus'd my flight , Fer:

Felicia !

Cal:

Ha! murder'd .

Urs.

My love .

Zis. My sister ! ravish't : And murder'd by ! mee , incestuous villaine ! Urs. Didst thou not tell mee that Ferrando ravish't her , And cast her to his slaves , a prey to their Bold appetites and furies . Zis. To incense you the more against him ; I told you What I onely did imagine , because at my returne From Sicily , report whisper'd her lost , Lost in the ruines of my Father , Which made mee thinke her murder'd . Urs: Ye Gods ! I now acknowledge you supreame : Your power is mighty over our fond arts . Silly projectours we ensnare our selves ! Whilst we spread nets for others . This braine has wrought all these sad plots , Calantha , take your Lord ; who is as true , And holy in his vowes , as those blest Saints He invok't . Cal:

And yet Felicia wrong'd ?

Urs. 'T was I by whom she swell'd , and not Ferrando , As 't was suppos'd . Cal:

Suppos'd ! she swore 't was hee .

Fer:

Ursini , farewell ; I 'le heare the rest anon —

( dies . Urs. That aggravates my crime , who wrought her into This false beliefe , for having long lov'd her , Without returne of mutuall flames , and at length Finding that the impediment was her fond Dotage upon the Prince ; I determin'd , Rather than not to be possest of her , To part with faith and loyaltie , feign'd all My visits for him , courted her acceptation Of his love , which I so darkly brought about That she consenting to private meetings As oft as she expected the Prince , I my selfe fill'd her armes . — Cal:

Then you conclude Ferrando innocent ?

Urs:

In act , or thought .

Zis : Felicia ! sister ! your brother Frederico call's , She 's gon , cold , cold ! and pale , and yet methinkes She smiles , looke up , Felicia — Cal:

But how came it to passe she nere discry'd you ?

Urs. For reasons I then gave her : all our meetings Were in the night , and that i' th darke too , where I Dissembled so the Prince in voyce and gesture . — Cal.

This agrees right with her relation : villaine thou haste undone mee .

Urs.

And my selfe too .

Zisc.

Death hangs upon her lids , 't is eternall night with her . hoa , sister , stay , take mee along with you ; I 'le follow you .

( Stabs himselfe . ) Val.

Pernicious traytour .

Cal.

Rage choakes my utterance : — give mee your sword .

Val.

Our hearts and hands are yours :

Gon.

Our hearts and hands are yours :

Cal: I le be an age in killing thee , do'st tremble ? Thou look'st like one of those thin frozen ghosts , That chattering lye on hils of thicke-ribb'd Ice , Come meete my fury . Urs. Here , here 's my heart . Cal: I : I 'le dig it out , And cast it to the hungry fiends . Zis :

My strength decayes , I reele and totter like a crack't reed that leanes against the windes .

Cal:

Take your sword . —

Urs:

Madame .

Cal:

Take it I say .

Val.

You do him too much honour .

Cal: Manag't with skill and strength , or thou affront'st My honour , — faint-hearted ! coward , I 'le follow thee to hell . Urs.

Mercy heavens !

( He falls . ) Zis.

Ho! Charon , more company , lye farther there jolt-head , what quarrelling you dogs ? thy oare , thy oare ferriman : clap 'em o' th sconce with 't , there , there .

Val.

The Gods are just .

Gon:

You wore their cause upon your sword .

Cal: 'T is poore revenge this , can he not live againe ? Start up from th' earth with life , and double strength ? Wer 't centupled I 'de meete him : — but oh my eyes ! Looke here Valenzo : which is Prince , which subject , Which is my lov'd Ferrando ? I see there is No ceremonious state , no pompe in death ; They all lye levell , all quiet , the bad as well As the good , why should this traytour here This divellish arch , arch-traytour lye as silent As his Lord ? should he not stare , and foame , Start up and howle , till he wakes all the dead ? Val :

Lady :

Gon:

Her old passion returnes againe .

Cal. — Roare , and curse heavens , But they too have forgot to punish sinners , And reward vertue , here 's an example on 't ; We were both vertuous , and deserv'd not this Bad usage ; let mee embrace thee : — Cold as the earth he lyes on , and as dull too : Where is the soule , that busie flame that lent Him life and motion ? affected such vaine pompe And glorious noyse : whither is 't fled ? poore livelesse trunke , It was unkindly done to leave thee thus , A prey to wormes and rottennesse . Zis. Are you there fury , Megaera , Tisiphone , Alecto , Howle , howle , furies , I 'le lash you . Cal.

Kind death th' art welcome ; I kisse thy dart .

Stabs Catantha , and dies . Gon.

The Princesse ! she 's slaine , unluckie hand .

Cal: Spight of our starres , and all rude opposition , We are one in death : Valenzo see us interr'd , Both in one tombe , that we may mingle ashes And be securely lodg'd , you know our soules Were one ; our hearts were long united . Val.

A FATALL UNION .

Cal: Draw , draw the curteines there , my love and I Must sleepe ; — uncivill I protest , put out the lights , We shall sleepe best i' th darke ; pray don't disturbe us , You may fright him from mine armes , — but — I 'le — hold — him — fast . ( dyes . ) Val. The ruin'd treasure of two Kingdomes In one heape . Enter Charintha , Piero , Violetta , Florinda , Alphonso . Char.

In the bed-chamber ! this way !

Pier.

Yes Lady , the cry was full of horrour .

Viol:

'T was the Physitians potion this my Lord .

Flor:

Done in revenge .

Alph :

Would 't had bin poyson .

Char:

Blesse mee ! whence all these tragedies .

Pier:

Astonishment ceizes mee .

Alph.

The King :

Calantha :

Ursini dead . ha ! whom have we here , Frederico ,

Val.

Yes , and Felicia too .

Omnes .

All slaine ; by what dire hand ?

Val : I 'le tell you that within . — Charintha is your Queene . Pier:

May you be happy in her love .

Val :

Remove the bodies , i' th morning we will take order for the state , and funerall rites .

Of these ; the lasting story of whose wrongs Shall be all royall lovers evening songs .
EPILOGUE . AFter these ruines , thus your Poët stands , Expecting his owne destiny from your hands , By them he lives or dies ; if it should hap That stead of a mild doome , applause or clap . ( Your triviall allowance ) his listening eares Meete with harsh whispers , or halfe stifled jeeres , Such unkinde censure kils him ; his sad Muse Unlesse you give her bay , has vow'd to use The Cypresse wreathes , her pietie did allow Those onely to incircle her owne brow : Your candid acceptation will be New life and soule to his lost Poesie ; His flame 's but sicklie yet , your breath no doubt Will either blow 't up higher , or quite out . FINIS .
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in'ts each terme new fancies on it's backe ; Or in 'ts front t'beares this apology For th'Stationer tdoth dresse , And tricke it up so neatly , 't doth surpasse ; The Muses sure lent both a looking-glasse Forth up envious tongues , to blast thy bayes ; For th' Muses , and their darling Poëts be Conjoyn'd hid'in vaine attempts to bury her alive ; Things hid' in wide-sleeve gownes , all you can see d●●●ded lazy r. cold and lazy . p. 4. l. 13. f. our divided r. our long divided . p. 8. l. 8. dele ▪ The enemy home to Naples , I meane the army : For what lesse can I terme such a vast body triumphat circumspection ; The Citty will be all in triumph at These nuptials , twixt our divided houses ▪ number'd with the dead ; ( you are my friend , My Lord ▪ ) I speake my thoughts , and freely ▪ the dead ; ( you are my friend ▪ My Lord , ) I speake my thoughts , and freely ; — vertuours 'Tis strange , A Prince so wise and vertuous should not descry His falshood through his vifour should not descry His falshood through his visour ; or at least Lend eare to the loud cries ber Naples : had shee beene still Queene over her great selfe , none could have said She'd abottive height As what we act , because t'may prove abortive , And perish in the thought , and for such Ursin● Speaking to Ursini . ift The obstacle ? tell mee ; if t' be any in Court she affects , by my honour From'th Cas'd in these a zure veines , but is deriv'd From 'th spring of Princely ancestry , and th'art Obe , yet keepe alive Whom thou hast kill'd , O be but speedy in Thy execution , and when ▪ thee milde , soft as the Turtle in her downe . betraduc't And being strangers we are apt to be traduc't : Our good names are precious , love-firkes beleeves His strength more able in these love-sinkes , Than when he was i'th pride , and prime excunt Guard with Piero , they seize on Valenzo . & exeunt . expresl't shewes there — ! That , that passion Is well express't ; now sigh , then knock the breast . Excellent ▪ Exeunt . tstartles a sin of that portentous bulke , That 't startles all the gods , and justice selfe Wakes from accepta in a fine case now , if Piero Should not accept a life on this condition . I'le send to me dall finds a medall about her necke with the pict : of Fer : ingug'd durst not owne : When ere I urg'd , he was ingag'd to you , He answer'd , that was but a tricke untipe losse The whole world suffers , and in thy unripe fall Looses all goodnesse . th'en we from that securitie , Wee dream't of in th'expectance th'expectance of our crowne ? Were forraine th'en pectance securitie , Wee dream't of in th'expectance th'expectance of our crowne ? Were forraine dangers nothing scotue And sink us below our subjects scorne . — ▪ No Sir ; 'twas your blacke deeds . impietic's A Tyrant Of bigge , and grorious impietie's , A regall monster , the true head of that sowly some darke thing , Whose actions were so fowly bad . That report better'd 'em in the expression forth boasted your strength to them ? — fortifi'd you for th' incounter , and you faile me thus ? Feticia Curteine drawne , Felicia discovered lying upon a bed , Zisco ▪ as ▪ Feticia discovered lying upon a bed , Zisco , as having ravish't , and then slain her bufinesse Pardon mee Sir , I've a little businesse to dispatch first — vo your Lord ; who is as true , And holy in his vowes , as those blest Saints He invok't . ▪ Then you conclude Ferrando innocent ? fword Rage choakes my utterance : — give mee your sword .