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 The maid of honour. As it hath beene often presented with good allowance at the Phœnix in Drurie-Lane, by the Queenes Majesties Servants. Written by Philip Massinger. Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640. [84] p. Printed by I[ohn] B[eale] for Robert Allot, and are to be sold at his shop at the signe of the blacke Beare in Pauls Church-yard, London : 1632. 1621

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THE MAID OF HONOVR . AS IT HATH BEENE OFTEN PRESENTED with good allowance at the Phoenix in DRVRIE-LANE , by the Queenes Majesties SERVANTS .

Written by PHILIP MASSINGER .

LONDON , Printed by I. B. for Robert Allot , and are to be sold at his Shop at the signe of the blacke Beare in Pauls Church-yard , 1632 .

The Actors names . King of Sicilie . Duke of Vrbin . The Kings naturall brother , a knight of Malta . A knight of Malta , General to the Duchesse of Siena . A counsellor of state The mignion of Roberto . A follower of Camiolas father . From the Duke of Vrbin . A foolish selfe-lover . Two rich heyres , Citty-bred . A Colonel to Gonzaga . Captaines to Gonzaga . Captaines to Duke Ferdinand . A priest , Camiolas confessor . Duchesse of Siena . The Maid of Honour . Her Woman .
To my most honour'd friends , Sir FRANCIS FOLIAMBE , Knight , and Baronet , and to Sir THOMAS BLAND Knight .

THat you have beene , and continued so for many yeeres ( since you vouchsafed to owne me ) Patrons to me and my despised studies , I cannot but with all humble thankefulnesse acknowledge : And living , as you have done , inseparable in your friendship ( notwithstanding all differences , and suites in Law arising betweene you ) I held it as impertinent , as absurd , in the presentment of my service in this kinde , to divide you . A free confession of a debt in a meaner man , is the amplest satisfaction to his superiours , and I heartily wish , that the world may take notice , and from my selfe , that I had not to this time subsisted , but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies , and favours , when your more serious occasions will give you leave , you may please to peruse this trifle , and peradventure find somthing in it that may appeare worthy of your protection . Receive it , I beseech you , as a testimony of his duty , who , while he lives , resolves to be

Truly , and sincerely devoted to your service , Philip Massinger .
TO MY WORTHY FRIEND THE AVTHOR VPON HIS TRAGAE-COMAEDY , THE MAID OF HONOVR . WAs not thy Emperor enough before For thee to give , that thou dost give vs more ? I would be just , but cannot : that I know I did not slander , this I feare I doe . But pardon mee , if I offend : Thy fire Let equall Poets praise , while I admire . If any say that I enough have writ , They are thy foes , and envy at thy wit . Believe not them , nor mee , they know thy lines Deserve applause , but speake against their mindes . I , out of iustice , would commend thy Play , But ( friend forgive mee ) 't is above my way . One word , and I have done ( and from my heart Would I could speake the whole truth , not the part ) Because 't is thine ; it henceforth will be said , Not the Maid of Honour , but the Honour'd Maid . ASTON COKAYNE .
THE MAIDE OF HONOVR . A Tragae-Comedy .
ACT. 1. SCENE . 1. Astutio . Adorni . ADORNI. GOod day to your Lordship : Astutio . Thanks Adorni . Ador May I presume to aske if the Embassador Imploy'd by Ferdinand , the Duke of Vrbin Hath audience this morning ? Enter Fulgent . Astu. 'T is uncertaine , For though a counsaylor of state , I am not Of the Cabinet counsaile . But ther 's one if he please That may resolve you . Ador. I will move him Sr. Aulgen. If you have a suite , shew water , I am blinde else . Ador. A suite , yet of a nature , not to prove The quarrie that you hawke for : If your words Are not like Indian wares and every scruple To be waigh'd and rated , one poore sillable Vouchsaf'd in answer of a faire demand , Cannot deserve a fee . Fulgen. It seemes you are ignorant , I neither speake , nor hold my peace for nothing : And yet for once , I care not if I answer One single question , gratis . Ador. I much thanke you . Hath the Embassador audience Sir to day ? Fulgen. Yes . Ador. At what houre ? Fulgen. I promis'd not so much . A sillable you begg'd , my Charity gaue it . Move me no further . Exit Fulgentio Astu. This you wonder at ? With me 't is usuall . Ador. Pray you Sr. what is he ? Astu. A Gentlemaan , yet no lord . He hath some drops Of the Kings blood running in his veines , deriu'd Some ten degrees off . His revenue lyes In a narrow compasse , the Kings eare , and yeelds him Every houre a fruitfull harvest . Men may talke Of three croppes in a yeare in the fortunate Islands . Or profit made by wooll . But while there are sutors, His sheepe sheering , nay shaving to the quicke Is in every quarter of the Moone , and constant , In the time of trussing a point , he can undoe Or make a man . His play or recreation Is to raise this up , or pull downe that , and though He neve yet tooke orders , makes more Bishops In Sicilie , then the Pope himselfe . Enter Bertoldo . Gasparo . Anthonio . a servant . Ador. Most strange ! Astu. The presence fils . He in the Malta habit Is the naturall brother of the King , a by blow . Ador. I understand you . Gasp. Morrow to my Vncle . Antho. And my late Guardian . But at length I have The reignes in my owne hands . Astu. Pray you use 'em well , Or you 'll too late repent it . Ber. With this Iewell Presented to Camiola , prepare This night a uisit for me . I shall have Exit servant . Your company Gallants I perceive , if that The King will heare of war . Antho. Sr. I have horses Of the best breed in Naples , fitter far To breake a ranke , then cracke a lance , and are In their carere of such incredible swiftnes They out-strip swallowes . Ber. And such may bee usefull To run away with , should we be defeated . You are well provided Signior Antho. Sr. excuse me . All of their race by instinct know a Coward . And scorne the burthen . They come on like lightning , Founder'd in a retreat . Ber. By no meanes backe 'em . Vnlesse you know your courage sympathize With the daring of your horse . Antho. My lord , this is bitter . Gasp. I will rayse me a company of foote , And when at push of pike I am to enter A breach , to shew my valour , I have bought mee An armor cannon proofe Ber. You will not leape then Ore an out-worke in your shirt Gasp. I do not like Activity that way . Ber. You had rather stand A marke to try their muskets on ? Gasp. If I doe No good , I 'll doe no hurt . Ber. 'T is in you Signior A Christian resolution , and becomes you , But I will not discourage you . Antho. You are Sr. A knight of Malta , and as I have heard Have serv'd against the Turke . Bert. 'T is true . Antho. Pray you shew vs The difference betweene the city valour . And service in the field . Ber. 'T is somewhat more Then roaring in a taverne , or a brothell , Or to steale a Constable from a sleeping watch ; Then burne their halberds ; or safe guarded by Your tenants sonnes , to carry away a Maypole From a neighbour village ; you will not finde there Your Masters of Dependencies to take up A drunken brawle , or to get you the names Of valiant Cheivaleirs , fellowes that will bee For a cloake with thrice died veluet , and a cast suite Kick'd down the stairs . A knave with halfe a britch there , And no shirt ( being a thing superfluous , And worne out of his memorie ) if you beare not Your selves both in , and upright with a provant sword Will slash your skarlets , and your plush a new way ; Or with the hilts thunder about your eares Such musicke as will make your worships dance To the dolefull tune of Lachryma , Gasp. I must tell you , In priuate , as you are my princely friend , I doe not like such Fidlers . Bertol. No ? they are usefull For your imitation ; I remember you When you came first to the Court , and talkt of nothing But you rents , and your entradas ; ever chiming The golden bells in your pockets , you belieu'd The taking of the wall , as a tribute due to Your gaudy clothes ; and could not walke at mid-night Without a causelesse quarrell , as if men Of courser outsides were in duty bound To suffer your affronts : but when you had beene Cudgelled well , twice or thrice , and from the doctrine Made profitable uses , you concluded The soveraigne meanes to teach irregular heyres Civility , with conformity of manners , Were two or three sound beatings . Antho. I confesse They did much good upon mee . Gasp. And on mee — the principles that they read were sound . Bertol. You 'll finde The like instructions in the Campe . Astu. The King . A Florish . Enter Roberto . Fulgentio . Embassador . Attendants . Rober. Wee sit prepar'd to heare . Embas. Your Majesty Hath beene long since familiar , I doubt not , With the desperate fortunes of my Lord , and pitty Of the much that your confederate hath suffer'd ( You being his last refuge ) may perswade you Not alone to compassionate , but to lend Your royall aydes to stay him in his fall To certaine ruine . Hee too late is conscious , That his ambition to incroach upon His neighbours territories , with the danger of His liberty , nay his life , hath brough in question His owne inheritance : but youth and heat Of bloode in your interpretation , may Both plead , and mediate for him . I must grant it An error in him , being deni'd the favours though Of the faire Princesse of Siena He sought her in a noble way ) t' andeavour To force affection , by surprisall of Her principall seat Siena . Rober. Which now proves The seat of his captivity not triumph . Heaven is still just . Embas. And yet that justice is To be with mercy temper'd , which heau'ns Deputies Stand bound to minister . The injur'd Duchesse By reason taught , as nature , could not with The reparation of her wrongs , but aime at A brave revenge , and my Lord feeles too late That innocence will finde friends . The great Gonzaga , The honor of his Order , I must praise Vertue , though in an enemy . Hee whose fights And conquests hold one number , rallying up Her scatter'd troopes , before wee could get time To victuall , or to man the conquer'd City , Sate downe before it , and presuming that 'T is not to be releev'd , admits no parley , Our flags of truce hung out in vaine , nor will hee Lend an eare to composition , but exacts With the rendring up the towne , the goods , and lines Of all within the walls , and of all Sexes To be at his discretion . Roberto . Since injustice In your Duke , meets this correction , can you presse us With any seeming argument of reason , In foolish pitty to decline his dangers , To draw 'em on our selfe ? Shall we not be , Warn'd by his harmes ? The league proclaim'd between us . Bound neither of us farther then to ayde Each other , if by forraigne force invaded , And so farre in my honour I was tied . But since without our counsell , or allowance , He hath tooke armes , with his good leave , he must Excuse us , if wee steere not on a rocke We see , and may avoyd . Let other Monarchs Contend to be made glorious by proud warre , And with the blood of their poore subjects purchase Increase of Empire , and augment their cares In keeping that which was by wrongs extorted ; Guilding unjust invasions with the trimne Of glorious conquests ; wee that would be knowne The father of our people in our study , And vigilance for their safety , must not change Their plough-shares into swords , or force them from The secure shade of their owne vines to be Scorch'd with the flames of warre , or for our sport Expose their liues to ruine . Embas. Will you then In his extremity forsake your friend ? Roberto . No , but preserue our selfe : Bertol. Cannot the beames Of honour thaw your icie feares ? Roberto . Who 's that ? Rertol. A kinde of brother , Sir , how e'er your subject , Your father's Sonne , and one who blushes that You are not heire to his brave spirit , and vigour , As to his Kingdome . Roberto . How 's this ? Bertol. Sir , to be His living Chronicle , and to speake his praise Cannot deserve your anger . Rober. Where 's your warrant For this presumption ? Bertol. Here , Sir , in my heart . Let Sycophants , that feed upon your favours , Stile coldnesse in you caution , and preferre Your ease before your honour ; and conclude To eate and sleepe supinely , is the end Of humane blessings : I must tell you Sir , Vertue , if not in action , is a vice , And when wee move not forward , we goe backeward ; Nor is this peace ( the nurse of drones , and cowards ) Our health , but a disease . Gasp. Wel urg'd my Lord . Antho. Perfit what is so well begunne . Embas. And binde , My Lord , your servant : Rober. Hare-braind foole ! what reason Canst thou inferre to make this good ? Bertol. A thousand Not to be contradicted . But consider Where your command lies ? 'T is not , Sir , in France , Spaine , Germany , Portugall , but in Sicilie , An Island , Sir . Here are no mines of gold , Or silver to enrich you , no worme spinnes Silke in her wombe to make distinction Betweene you , and a Peasant , in your habits . No fish liues neere our shores , who 's blood can dy Scarlet , or purple ; all that wee possesse With beasts , wee have in common : Nature did Designe us robe warriours , and to breake through Our ring the sea , by which we are inviron'd ; And we by force must fetch in what is wanting , Or precious to us . Adde to this , wee are A populous nation , and increase so fast , That if we by our providence , are not sent Abroad in colonies , or fall by the sword , Not Sicilie ( though now , it were more fruitfull , Then when 't was stil'd the granary of great Rome ) Can yeeld our numerous frie bread , we must starve , Or eat vp one another . Adorn. The King heares With much attention . Astut. And seemes mou'd with what Bertoldo hath deliver'd . Bertol. May you live long , Sir , The King of peace , so you deny not us The glory of the warre ; let not our nerves Shrincke up with sloth , nor for want of imployment Make younger brothers theves ; 't is their swordes , Sir , Must sow and reape their harvest ; if examples May move you more then arguments , looke on England , The Empresse of the European Isles , And unto whom alone ours yeelds precedence , When did she flourish so , as when she was The Mistresse of the Ocean . Her navies Putting a girdle round about the world , When the Iberian quak'd , her worthies nam'd ; And the faire flowre Deluce grew pale , set by The red Rose and the white : let not our armour Hung up , or our unrig'd Armada make us Ridiculous to the late poore snakes our neighbours Warm'd in our bosomes , and to whom againe We may be terrible : while wee spend our houres Without variety , confinde to drinke , Dice , Cards , or whores . Rowze us , Sir , from the sleepe Of idlenesse , and redeeme our morgag'd honours . Your birth , and justly , claimes my fathers Kingdome ; But his Heroique minde descends to mee , I will confirme so much . Adorn. In his lookes he seemes To breake ope Ianus Temple . Astut. How these younglings Take fire from him ! Ador. It works an alteration Vpon the King . Antho. I can forbeare no longer : Warre , warre , my Soveraigne . Fulg. The King appeares Resolv'd , and does prepare to speake . Robert . Thinke not Our counsel 's built upon so weake a base , As to be overturn'd , or shaken with Tempestuous windes of words . As I , my Lord , Before resolv'd you , I will not ingage My person in this quarrell ; neyther presse My Subjects to maintaine it : yet to shew My rule is gentle , and that I have feeling Of your Masters sufferings , since these Gallants weary Of the happinesse of peace , desire to taste The bitter sweets of warre , wee doe consent That as Adventures , and Voluntiers ( No way compell'd by us ) they may make tryall Of their boasted valours . Bertol. Wee desire no more . Robert . 'T is well , and but my grant in this , expect not Assistance from mee . Governe as you please The Province you make choice of , for I vow . By all things sacred , if that thou miscarry In this rash undertaking , I will heare it No otherwise then as a sad disaster , Falne on a stranger : nor will I esteeme That man my Subject , who in thy extremes In purse or person ayds thee . Take your fortune : You know mee , I haue said it . So my Lord You have my absolute answer . Embas. My Prince payes In me his duty . Robert . Follow me , Fulgentio , And you , Astutio . Exeunt Roberto , Fulgentio , Astutio attendants . Gasp. What a frowne he threw At his departure , on you . Bertol. Let him keepe His smiles for his state Catamite , I care not . Antho. Shall wee aboord to night ? Embas. Your speed , my Lord , Doubles the benefit . Bertol. I have a businesse Requires dispatch , some two houres hence I 'll meet you . Exeunt .
ACT. I. SCENE . II. Signior Sylli . walking fantastically before , followed by Camiola and Clarinda : CAmiola . Nay Signior this is too much ceremony in my owne house . Sylli. What 's gratious abroad , must be in private practis'd . Clar. For your mirth-sake Let him alone , he has beene all this morning In practice with a perugd Gentleman vsher , To teach him his true amble and his postures , Sylli walking by , and practising his postures . When he walkes before a Lady Syll. You may , Madame , Perhaps , beleeve that I in this use art , To make you dote upon mee by exposing My more then most rare features to your view . But I as I have ever done , deale simply , A marke of sweet simplicity ever noted I' the family of the Syllies . Therefore Lady , Looke not with too much contemplation on mee , If you doe , you are i' the suds . Camil. You are no Barber ? Sylli. Fie no , not I , but my good parts have drawne More loving hearts out of faire Ladies bellies , Then the whole trade haue done teeth . Cami. Is 't possible ? Sylli. Yes , and they live too , marry much condoling The scorne of their Narcissus , as they call mee , Because I love my selfe . Cam. Without a rivall ; What philtres or love-powders doe you use To force affection ? I see nothing in Your person , but I dare looke on , yet keepe My owne poore heart still . Sylli. You are warn'd , be arm'd , And doe not lose the hope of such a husband In being too soone enamour'd . Clar. Hold in your head , Or you must haue a martingale . Sylli : I have sworne Neuer to take a wife , but such a one ( O may your Ladiship prove so strong ) as can Hold out a moneth against mee . Cam Never feare it , Though your best taking part , your wealth were trebl'd I would not wooe you . But since in your pitty You please to give me caution , tell me what Temptations I must flye from ? Sylli. The first is That you never heare mee sing , for I am a Syri . If you observe , when I warble , the dogs howle As ravish'd with my Ditties , and you will runne mad to heare mee . Cam. I will stop my eares , And keepe me little wits . Sylli. Next when I dance And come aloft thus , cast not a sheepes eye Vpon the quivering of my calfe . Cam. Proceed , Sir , Sylli. But on no termes , for 't is a maine point , dreame not Of the strength of my back , though it will beare a burthen With any porter . Cami. I meane not to ride you , Cam. Nor I your little Ladiship , 'till you have Perform'd the Covenants . Be not taken with My prettie spider fingers , nor my eyes , That twinckle on both sides . Cami. Was there ever such One knocks . A piece of motlie heard of ! who 's that ? you may spare The Catalogue of my dangers . Exit Clarinda . Syl. No good Madam , I have not told you halfe . Cami. Enough good Signior , If I eate more of such sweete meats , I shall surfet . Who is 't ? Enter Clarinda . Clar. The brother of the King . Syl. Nay start not , The brother of the King ! is he no more ? Were it the King himselfe , I 'll give him leave To speake his mind to you , for I am not jealous , And to assure your Ladyship of so much , I 'll usher him in , and that done , hide my selfe . Exit Syl. Cami. Camiola if ever , now be constant This is indeed a sutor , whose sweet presence , Courtship and loving language would have stagger'd The chast Penelope . And to increase The wonder , did not modestie forbid it I should aske that from him , he sues to me for ; And yet my reason like a tyran , tells me I must nor give , nor take it . Enter Sylli , and Bertoldo . Syl. I must tell you You loose your labour . 'T is enough to prove it , Signior Sylli came before you , and you know First come first seru'd yet you shall have my countenance To parley with her and I 'l take speciall care That none shal interrupt you Ber. You are courteous . Syl. Come wench wilt thou heare wisedome ? Clar. Yes from you Sr. Steps aside kisseth her . Ber. If forcing this sweet favour from your lips Faire Madam , argue me of too much boldnesse When you are pleas'd to understand , I take A parting kisse , if not excuse , at least 'T will qualifie the offence . Cami. A parting kisse Sr. ? What Nation envious of the happinesse Which Sicilie enjoyes in your sweet presence , Can buy you from her ? or what Climate yeeld Pleasures transcending those which you injoy here , Being both belou'd and honor'd . The North-star And guider of all hearts , and to summe up Your full accompt of happinesse , in a word , The brother of the King . Ber. Doe you alone , And with an unexampl'd cruelty , Inforce my absence , and deprive me of Those blessings , which you with a polish'd phrase Seeme to insinuate , that I doe possesse , And yet tax me as being guilty of My wilfull exile ? what are Titles to me ? Or popular suffrage ? or my neerenesse to The King in blood ? or fruitfull Sicilie , Though it confess'd no Soveraigne but my selfe , When you that are the essence of my being , The anchor of my hopes ; the reall substance Of my felicity , in your disdaine Turne all to fading and deceiving shaddowes ? Cami. You tax me without cause . Ber. You must confesse it . But answer love with love , and seale the contract In the vniting of our soules , how gladly ( though now I were in action , and assur'd , Following my fortune ; that plum'd victory Would make her glorious stand upon my tent ) Would I put off my armour , in my heate Of conquest , and like Anthonie pursue My Cleopatra ! will you yet looke on me With an eye of Favour ? Cami. Truth beare witnesse for me , That in the Iudgement of my Soule , you are A man so absolute , and circular In all those wish'd-for rarities , that may take A Virgin captive , that though at this instant All sceptr'd Monarches of our Westerne world Were rivalls with you , and Camiola worthy Of such a competition , you alone Should weare the ghirlond . Ber. If so , what diverts Your Favour from me ? Cami No mulct in your selfe , Or in your person , mind or fortune . Ber. What then ? Cami. The Consciousnesse of mine owne wants . Alas Sr. We are not parallells , but like lines divided Can nere meete in one Centre , your Birth Sir ( Without addition ) were an ample Dowrie For one of fairer Fortunes , and this shape , Were you ignoble , far above all value ; To this , so cleare a mind , so furnish'd with Harmonious faculties , moulded from heaven , That though you were Thersites in your features Of no descent , and Irus in your fortunes , Vlisses like you would force all eyes , and eares To love , but seene , and when heard , wonder at Your matchlesse story . But all these bound up Together in one Volume , give me leave With admiration to looke upon 'em , But not presume in my owne flattering hopes , I may or can injoy 'em . Ber. How you ruine What you would seeme to build up . I know no Disparitie betweene vs , you are an heyre Sprung from a noble familie , faire , rich , young . And every way my equall . Cami. Sir excuse me , One aerie with proportion , nere discloses The eagle and the wren tissue , and freese In the same garment monstrous : But suppose That what 's in you excessive , were diminish'd And my desert supply'd , the strongest bar , Religion stops our Entrance , you are Sir A Knight of Malta , by your order bound To a single life , you cannot marrie me , And I assure my selfe you are too noble To seek me ( though my frailtie should consent ) In a base path . Ber. A dispensation Lady Will easiely absolve me . Cami. O take heed Sr. When , what is vow'd to heaven , is dispens'd with , To serve our ends on earth , a curse must follow , And not a blessing . Ber. Is there no hope left me ? Cam. Nor to my selfe , but is a neighbour to Impossibility : true love should walke On equall feete , in vs it does not Sir . But rest assur'd , excepting this , I shall be Devoted to your service . Ber. And this is your Determinate sentence ? Cami. Not to be revok'd . Ber. Farewell then fairest cruell . All thoughts in me Of Women perish . Let the glorious light Of noble war extinguish loves dimne taper That onely lends me light to see my follie ; Honor , be thou my everliving Mistresse , And fond affection as thy bond-slave serve thee . Exit Ber: Cam. How soone my Sun is set : He being absent , Never to rise againe ! what a fierce battaile Is fought betweene my passions ! me thinkes We should haue kiss'd at parting . Syl. I perceive He has his answer , now must I step in To comfort her , you have found , I hope , sweet Lady , Some difference betweene a youth of my pitch , And this bug-beare Bertoldo , men are men , The Kings brother is no more : good parts will doe it , When Titles faile , despaire not , I may be In time intreated . Cam. Be so now to leave mee , Lights for my chamber , O my heart ! Exeunt Camiola , & Clarinda . Sylli. She now I know is going to bed to ruminate Which way to glut her selfe upon my person , But for my oath-sake I will keepe her hungry , And to grow full my selfe , I 'll straight to supper . Exit . The end of the first Act .
ACT. II. SCENE . I. Roberto , Fulgentio , Astutio . Roberto . EMbarqu'd to night doe you say ? Fulgentio . I saw him aboord , Sir , Roberto . And without taking of his leave ? Astutio . 'T was strange ! Roberto . Are we growne so contemptible ? Fulgentio . 'T is far from me Sir , to adde fuell to your anger , That in your ill opinion of him , burnes Too hot already , else I should affirme It was a grosse neglect . Roberto . A wilfull scorne Of duty and alleageance , you giue it Too faire a name . But we shall think on 't : can you Guesse what the numbers were that follow'd him In his desperate action ? Roberto . More then you thinke , Sir . All ill affected spirits in Palermo , Or to your government , or person , with The turbulent sword-men , such whose poverty forc'd 'em To wish a change , are gone along with him ; Creatures devoted to his undertakings In right or wrong , and to expresse their zeale , And readinesse to serve him , ere they went Prophanely tooke the sacrament on their knees , To live and dye with him . Roberto . O most impious ! their loyalty to us forgot ? Fulgent. I feare so . Astut. Vnthankfull as they are . Fulgen. Yet this deserves not One troubled thought in you , Sir , with your pardon I hold that their remove from hence makes more For your security , then danger . Robert . True ; and as I 'll fashion it , they shall feele it too Astutio , you shall presently be dispatch'd With letters writ , and sign'd with our owne hand , To the Duchesse of Siena , in excuse Of these forces sent against her . If you spare An oath to give it credit , that , wee never Consented to it , swearing for the King , Though false , it is no perjury . Astut. I know it . They are not fit to be state agents , Sir , That without scruple of their conscience , cannot Be prodigall in such trifles . Fulgentio . Right , Astutio . Roberto . You must beside from us take some instructions To be imparted , as you judge 'em usefull , To the Generall Gonzaga . Instantly Prepare you for your journey . Astut. With the wings Of loyalty and duty . Exit Astutio . Fulg. I am bold to put your Majesty in mind . Roberto . Of my promise , And ayds , to further you in your amorous project To the faire , and rich Camiola : there 's my ring Whatever you shall say that I intreat Or can command by power , I will make good . Fulg. Ever your Majesties creature . Rob. Venus prove propitious to you . Exit Robert . Fulg. All sorts to my wishes : Bertoldo was my hindrance . Hee remov'd , I now will court her in the conquerous stile , Come , see , and overcome . Boy . Enter Page . Page . Sir , your pleasure . Fulg. Haste to Camiola , bid her prepare An entertainment sutable to a fortune , She could not hope for . Tell her , I vouchsafe To honour her with a visit Page . 'T is a favour Will make her proud . Fulg. I know it Page . I am gone , Sir . Exit Page . Fulg. Intreaties fit not me , a man in grace , May challenge awe , and priviledge by his place , Exit Fulgentio .
ACT. II. SCENE . II. Sylli , Adorni , Clarinda . Ador. SO melancholy say you ? Clar. Never given To such retirement . Adorn. Can you guesse the case ? Clar If it hath not it's birth , and being from The brave Bertoldo's absence , I confesse It is pass'd my apprehension . Sylli. You are wide , The whole field wide . I in my understanding Pitty your ignorance : yet if you will Sweare to conceale it , I will let you know Where her shooe ringes her . Clar. I vow , Signior , By my virginity . Sylli. A perillous oath In a waiting-woman of fifteene , and is indeed A Kinde of nothing . Adorn. I 'll take one of something If you please to minister it . Sylli. Nay , you shall not sweare , I had rather take your word , for should you vow : Damne mee , I 'll doe this , you are sure to breake Adorn. I thanke you Signior , but resolve us . Sylli. Know then , Here walkes the cause . She dares not looke upon me , My beauties are so terrible , and inchaunting , Shee cannot endure my sight . Adorn. There I believe you . Sylli. But the time will come , be comforted , when I will Put off this vizor of unkindnesse to her , And shew an amorous , and yeelding face : And vntill then , though Hercules himselfe Desire to see her , hee had better eate His clubbe then passe her threshold , for I 'll be Her Cerberus to guard her . Adorn. A good dogge . enter Page . Clar. Worth twenty porters . Page . Keepe you open house here ? No groome to attend a Gentleman ? O , I spie one . Sylli. Hee meanes not mee , I am sure . Page . You sirrha ; Sheepes-head , With a face cut on a cat-sticke , Doe you heare ? You yeoman phewterer , conduct mee to The Lady of the mansion , or my poniard Shall disemboge thy soule . Syl. O terrible ! Disemboge ! I talke of Hercules , and here is one Bound up in decimo sexto . Pag. Answer wretch . Syl. Pray you little gentleman , be not so furious , The Lady keepes her chamber . Pag. And we present ? Sent in an Embassie to her ? But here is Her gentlewoman , Sirrah hold my cloake , While I take a leape at her lips , do it and neatly ; Or having first tripp'd up thy heeles , I 'll make Thy backe my footstoole . Page kisses Clar. Syl. Tamberlaine in little ! Am I turn'd Turke ! what an office am I put to ! Cla. My Lady , gentle youth is indispos'd . Pag. Though she were dead and buried , only tell her , The great man in the Court , the brave Fulgentio Descends to visit her , and it will raise her Out of the grave for joy . Enter Fulgen . Syl. Here comes another ! The divell I feare in his holi-day clothes . Pag. So soone , My part is at an end then , cover my shoulders , When I grow great , thou shalt serve me . Fulgen. Are you Sirrah An implement of the house ? Syl. Sure he will make A joynes-stoole of me ! Fulgen. Or if you belong To the Lady of the place , command her hither . Adorn. I do not weare her livery , yet acknowledge A duty to her . And as little bound To serve your peremptorie will , as she is To obey your summons . 'T will become you Sir , To waite her leisure , then her pleasure knowne You may present your duty . Fulgen. Duty ? Slave , I 'll teach you manners . Ador. I am past learning , make not A tumult in the house . Fulgen. Shall I be brau'd thus Syl. O I am dead ! and now I sowne . They draw fals on his face . Clarin. Helpe , murther ! Pag. Recover Sirrah , the Ladies here . Enter Cam. Syl. Nay then I am alive againe , and I 'll be valiant . Cam. What insolence is this ? Adorni , hold , Hold I command you . Fulgen. Sawcy groome . Cami. Not so Sir , However in his life , he had dependance Vpon my Father , He is a gentleman As well borne as your selfe . Put on your hat . Fulgen. In my presence , without leaue ? Syl. He has mine Madam ? Cam. And I must tell you Sir , and in plaine language , How e'r your glittring out-side promise gentry , The rudenesse of your carriage and behaviour Speakes you a couser thing . Syl. She meanes a clowne Sir . I am her interpreter for want of a better . Cam. I am a Queene in mine owne house , nor must you Expect an Empire here . Syl. Sure I must love her Before the day , the prettie Soule 's so valiant . Cami. What are you ? and what would you with me ? Fulgen. Proud one , When you know what I am , and what I came for , And may on your submission proceed so , You in your reason must repent the coursenesse Of my entertainement . Cami. Why fine man ? what are you ? Fulgen. A kinsman of the Kings . Cam. I cry you mercy , For his sake , not your owne . But grant you are so , 'T is not impossible , but a king may have A foole to his kinsman , no way meaning you Sir . Fulgen. You have heard of Fulgen . Cam. Long since Sir , A suit-broker in Court . He has the worst Report among good men I ever heard of , For briberie and extortion . In their prayers Widdowes and Orphans curse him for a canker , And caterpiller in the state . I hope Sir , You are not the man , much lesse imploy'd by him As a smocke-agent to me . Fulgen. I reply not As you deserve , being assur'd you know me , Pretending ignorance of my person , onely To give me a tast of your wit ; 'T is well and courtly , I like a sharpe wit well . Syl. I cannot indure it , Nor any of the Syllies . Fulgen. More I know too , This harsh induction must serve as a foyle To the well tun'd observance and respect , You will hereafter pay me , being made Familiar with my credit with the King , And that , containe your joy , I daine to love you . Cam. Love me ? I am not rap'd with 't . Ful. Hear 't againe . I love you honestly , now you admire me . Cam. I doe indeed , it being a word so seldome Heard from a courtiers mouth . But pray you deale plainly , Since you finde me simple . what might be the motives Inducing you to leave the freedome of A batchelers life , on your soft necke to weare The stubborne yoake of marriage ? And of all The beauties in Palermo , to choose me , Poore me ? that is the maine point you must treate of . Ful. Why I will tell you . Of a little thing You are a prettie peate , indifferenly faire too ; And like a new-rigg'd shippe both tite , and y' are Well truss'd to beare . Virgins of Gyant size Are sluggards at the sport : but for my pleasure , Give me a near well timbred gamster like you , Such neede no spurres , the quickenes of your eye Assures an active spirit . Cam. You are pleasant Sir , Yet I presume , that there was one thing in me Vnmention'd yet , that tooke you more then all Those parts you have remembred . Fulgen. What ? Cam. My wealth Sir . Fulgen. You are i' the right , without that beautie is A flower worne in the morning , at night trod on But beautie , youth , and fortune meeting in you , I will vouchsafe to marrie you . Cam. You speake well , And in returne excuse me Sir , if I Deliver reasons why upon no tearmes I 'll marrie you , I fable not . Syl. I am glad To heare this , I began to have an ague . Fulgen. Come your wise reasons . Cam. Such as they are , pray you take them . First I am doubtfull whether you are a man , Since for your shape trimmd up in a Ladies dressing You might passe for a woman : now I love To deale on certainties . And for the fairenes Of your complexion , which you thinke will take me , The colour I must tell you in a man Is weake and faint , and never will hold out If put to labour , giue me the lovely browne . A thicke curl'd hayre of the same dye ; broad shoulders , A brawnie arme full of veines , a legge without An artificiall calfe , I suspect yours , But let that passe . Syl. She meanes me all this while , For I have every one of those good parts , O Sylli , fortunate Sylli ! Cami. You are mov'd Sir . Fulgen. Fie no , go on . Cami. Then as you are a courtier ; A grac'd one too , I feare you have beene too forward , And so much for your person . Rich you are , Divelish rich , as 't is reported , and sure have The aides of Satans little fiends to get it , And what is got upon his backe , must be Spent you know where , the proverb 's sta'e , one word more And I have done . Fulgen. I 'll ease you of the trouble , Coy , and disdainefull . Cam. Save me , or else he 'll beat me . Fulg. No , your owne folly shall , and since you put mee To my last charme , look upon this , and tremble . Cam. At the sight of a faire ring ? the Kings , I take it . I have seene him weare the like ; if he hath sent it Shewes the Kings ring . as a favour to mee . Fulg. Yes , 't is verie likely , His dying mothers gift , priz'd at his crowne , By this hee does command you to be mine , By his gift you are so : you may yet redeme all . Cam. You are in a wrong account still . Though the King may Dispose of my life and goods , my mind 's mine owne , And shall be never yours . The King ( Heaven blesse him ) Is good and gracious , and being in himselfe Abstemious from base and goatish loosenesse , Will not compell against their wills , chaste Maidens , To dance in his magnious circles . I believe Forgetting it , when he washed his hands , you stole it With an intent to awe me . But you are coozin'd , I am still my selfe , and will be . Fulg. A proud haggard , And not to be reclaim'd , which of your groomes , Your coach-man , foole , or foot-man , ministers Night phisicque to you ? Cam. You are foule-mouth'd , Fulg. Much fairer Then thy blacke soule , and so I will proclaime thee . Cam. Were I a man , thou durst not speake this . Fulg. Heav'n So prosper mee , as I resolve to doe it To all men , and in every place , scorn'd by A tit of pen-pence ? Exit Fulgentio and his Page . Sylli. Now I begin to be valiant Nay , I will draw my sword . O for a butcher ! Doe a friends part , pray you carry him the length of 't . I give him three yeeres , and a day to match my Toledo , And then wee 'll fight like Dragons . Adorn. Pray have patience . Cam. I may live to have vengeance ; My Bertoldo Would not have heard this . Adorn. Madam . Cam. 'Pray you spare Your language ; Pre'thee foole , and make me merry : Sylli. That is my Office ever . Adorn. I must doe , Not talke , this glorious gallant shall heare from me . Exeunt .
ACT. II. SCENE . III . The chambers discharg'd : A flourish , as to an assault . Gonzaga , Pierio , Roderigo , Iacomo , Souldiers . Gonzaga . IS the breach made assaultable ? Pierio . Yes , and the moate Fill'd up , the Canonier hath don his parts , We may enter six a brest . Roderig. There 's not a man Dares shew himselfe upon the wall Facom. Defeate not The souldiers hop'd-for spoile . Pier. If you , Sir , Delay the assault , and the Citie be given up To your discretion , you in honour cannot Vse the extremitie of warre , but in Compassion to 'em , you to us prove cruell . Iacom. And an enemy to your selfe . Roder. A hindrance to The brave revenge you have vow'd Gonz. Temper your heat , And loose not by too sudden rashnesse , tha Which be but patient , will be offer'd to you Security ushers ruine ; proud contempt Of an enemy three parts vanquish'd with desire And greedinesse of spoyle , have often wrested A certaine victory from the Conquerours gripe . Discretion is the tutor of the warre , Valour the pupill , and when we command With lenity and your directions follow'd With cheerefulnesse , a prosperous end must crowne Our workes well undertaken . Roderig. Ours are finish'd Pier. If we make use of fortune . Gonz. Her false smiles Deprive you of your judgements . The condition Of our affaires exacts a double care , And like bifronted Ianus , wee must looke Backward , as forwards : though a flattering calme Bids us urge on , a sudden tempest rais'd , Not fear'd , much lesse expected , in our reere May foully fall upon us , and distract us To our confusion . Our scout ! what brings Enter Scout . Thy ghastly lookes , and sudden speede ? Scout . Th' assurance Of a new enemy . Gonz. This I fore-saw and fear'd . What are they , know it thou ? Scout . They are by their colours Sicilians , brauely mounted , and the brightnesse Of their rich armours doubly guilded with Reflection of the Sunne . Gonz. From Sicilie ? The King in league ! no warre proclaimed ! 't is foule But this must be prevented , not disputed Ha , how is this ? your Estridge plumes , that but E'n now like quills of Porcupines seem'd to threaten The staires , drop at the rumor of a shower ? And like to captive colours sweep the earth ? Beare up , but in great dangers , greater mindes Are neuer proud . Shall a few loose troopes untrain'd But in a customary ostentation , Presented as a sacrifice to your valours Cause a dejection in you ? Pier. No dejection . Rod. However startl'd , where you lead , we 'll follow Gon. 'T is bravely said . We will not stay their charge , But meet 'em man to man , and horse to horse . Pierio in our absence hold our place , And with our foot-men , and those sickely troupes , Prevent a sally . I in mine owne person , With part of the cavallery , will bid , These hunters welcome to a bloody breakefast , But I lose time . Pier. I 'll to my charge . Exit Pierio . Gonz. And wee To ours . I 'll bring you on . Iacom. If we come off It is not amisse , if not , my state is settl'd Exeunt , alarme .
ACT. II. SCENE . IIII . Ferdinand . Druso. Livio . above . Far. NO aydes from Sicilie ? Hath hope forsooke us ? And that vaine comfort to affliction , pitty By our vow'd friend deni'd us ? we can nor live , Nor die with honor : like beasts in a toyle Wee waite the leasure of the bloody hunter , Who is not so farre reconcil'd unto us , As in one death to give a period To our calamities , but in delaying The fate wee cannot flie from , starv'd with wants , Wee die this night to live againe to morrow , And suffer greater torments . Druso. There is not Three dayes provision for every soldiour , At an ounce of bread a day left in the Citty . Liv. To dye the beggers death with hunger , made Anatomies while we live , cannot but cracke Our heart-strings with vexation . Ferd. Would they would breake , Breake altogether , how willingly like Cato Could I teare out my bowells , rather then Looke on the conquerors insulting face , But that religion , and the horrid dreame To be suffer'd in the other world denyes it . Enter Souldier . What newes with thee ? Soul . From the turret of the fort By the rising clouds of dust , through which , like lightning The splendor of bright armes sometimes brake through , I did descry some forces making towards us , And from the campe , as emulous of their glory , The Generall , ( for I know him by his horse ) And bravely seconded . encounter'd 'em . Their greetings were to rough for friends , their swords And not their tongues exchanging courtesies . By this the maine Battalias are joyn'd , And if you please to be spectators of The horrid issue , I will bring you where As in a Theater you may see their fates In purple gore presented . Ferd. Heaven . If yet Thou art appeas'd for my wrong done to Aurelia , Take pitty of my miseries . Lead the way , friend .
ACT. II. SCENE . V. A long charge after a Flourish for Victory . Gonzaga . Iacomo . Roderigo wounded . Bertoldo . Gasparo . Anthonio Prisoners . Gonz. WE have 'em yet , though they cost vs deer . This was Charg'd home , and bravely follow'd . Be to yourselves True mirrors to each others worth , and looking With noble Emulation on his wounds , ( The glorious Livery of triumphant war ) To Iacomo and Roderigo . Imagine these with equall grace appeare Vpon your selfe . The bloody †swsat† you have suffer'd In this laborious , nay toylesome harvest , Yeelds a rich crop of conquest , and the spoyle Most precious balsum to a souldies hurts Will ease and cure 'em . Let me looke upon To Gasparo and Anthon . The prisones faces . O how much transform'd From what they were . O Mars ! were these toyes fashion'd To undergoe the burthen of thy service ? The weight of their defensive armor bruiz'd Their weak , effeminate limbes , and would have forc'd 'em In a hot day without a blow to yeeld . Antho. This insultation shewes not manly in you . Gonz. To men I had forborne it , you are women , Or at the best loose carpet knights , what fury Seduc'd you to exchange your case in Court For labour in the field ? Perhaps you thought . To charge through dust , and blood , an armed foe , Was but like gracefull running at the ring For a want on mistrisse glove , and the encounter A soft impression on her lips . But you Are gawdie butterflies , and I wrong my selfe In parling with you . Gaspa. Vae victis . Now we prove it . Rod. But here 's one fashion'd in another mould , And made of tougher mettall . Gonz. True , I owe him For this wound bravely given . Ber. O that mountaines Were heap'd upon me , that I might expire A wretch no more remembred . Gonz. Look up Sr. To be orecome deserves no shame . If you Had falne ingloriously , or could accuse Your want of courage in resistance , 't were To be lamented : But since you perform'd As much as could be hop'd for from a man , ( Fortune his enemy ) you wrong your selfe In this direction . I am honor'd in My victory ore you : but to have these My prisoners , is in my true judgement rather , Captivitie then a triumph ; you shall finde Faire quarter from me , and your many wounds ( Which I hope are not mortall ) with such care Lookt to , aud cur'd , as if your nearest friend Attended on you . Ber. When you know me better , You will make void this promise : Can you call me Into your memory . Gonz. The brave Bertoldo ! A brother of our order ! By Saint Iohn , ( our holy patron ) I am more amaz'd , Nay thunderstrooke , with thy Apostacy , And praecipice from the most solemne vowes Made vnto heaven , when this , the glorious badge Of our redeemer was conferr'd upon thee , By the great master , then if I had seene A reprobate Iew , an Atheist , Turke , or Tartar Baptiz'd in our religion . Ber. This I look'd for , And am resolv'd to suffer . Gon. Fellow Souldiers Behold this man , and taught by his example Know that 't is safer far to play with lightning , Then trifle in things sacred . In my rag weepes I shed these at the funerall of his vertue , Faith and religion ; why I will tell you He was a gentleman , so trayn'd up , and fashion'd For noble uses , and his youth did promise Such certainties , more then hopes , of great atchievments , As if the Christian world had stood oppos'd Against the Ottoman race to trie the fortune Of one encounter , this Bertoldo had beene For his knowledge to direct , and matchles courage To execute , without a rivall , by The votes of good men chosen generall , As the prime souldier , and most deserving , Of all that weare the crosse , which now in justice I thus teare from him . Ber. Let me dye with it , Vpon my breast . Gouz. No , by this thou wer 't sworne On all occasions , as a knight to guard Weake Ladies from oppression , and never To draw thy sword against 'em , where as thou In hope of gaine or glory , when a Princesse And such a Princesse as Aurelia is , Was dispossess'd by violence , of what was Her true inheritance , against thine oth , Hast to thy uttermost labour'd to uphold Her falling enemie . But thou shalt pay A heavy forfeiture , and learne too late , Valour , imploy'd in an ill quarrell , turnes To cowardice , and vertve then puts on Foule vices vizard . This is that which cancells All friendships bands between vs Beare 'em off I will heare no replie . And let the ransome Of these , for they are yours , be highly rated . In this I doe but right , and let it be Stil'd justice , and not wilfull cruelty . Exeunt . The end of the second Act .
ACT. III. SCENE . I. Gonzaga , Astutio , Roderigo , Iacomo . Gonzága . WHat I have done Sr by the law of armes I can , and will make good . Astutio . I have no commission To expostulate the act . These letters speake The King my Masters love to you , and his vow'd service to the Duchesse , on whose person I am to giue attendance . Gonz. At this instant . Shee 's at Pienza ; you may spare the trouble Of riding thither : I have advertized her Of our successe , and on what humble termes Siena stands : though presently I can Possesse it I deferre it , that shee may Enter her owne , and as she please dispose of The prisoners and the spoyle . Astut. I thanke you , Sir . I' the meane time , if I may have your licence , I have a Nephew , and one once my ward For whose liberties and ransomes , I would gladly Make composition . Gonz. They are , as I take it , Call'd Gasparo , and Anthonio , Astut. The same , Sir , Gonz. For them you must treat with these , but for Bertoldo , He is mine owne , if the King will ransom him , He payes downe fifty thousand crownes , if not He liues , and dies my slave , Astut. Pray you a word . The King will rather thanke you to detaine him , Then give one crowne to free him . Gonz. At his pleasure . I 'll send the prisoners under guard ; my businesse Calls me another way . Exit Gonzaga . Astut. My service waits you , Now Gentlemen do not deale like Merchants with me , But noble Captaines , you know in great mindes Posse , & nolle nollle . Rod. Pray you speake Our language . Iacom. I finde not in my commission An officers bound to speake or understand More then his Mother tongue . Roder. If hee speake that After midnight 't is remarkable . Astu. In plaine termes then , Anthonio is your prisoner . Gasparo yours Iacom. You are i' the right . Astu. At what summe doe you rate Their severall ransomes . Rod. I must make my market As the commodity cost me . Astut. As it cost you ? You did not buy your Captainship ? your desert I hope advanc'd you . Rod. How ? it well appeares You are no souldier . Desert in these daies ? Desert may make a Serieant to a Colonel , And it may hinder him from rising higher , But if it ever get a company , A company , pray you marke mee , without money Or private seruice done for the Generalls Mistresse , With a commendatory Epistle from her , I will turne Lansprizadoe . Iacom. Pray you observe , Sir : I serv'd two prenticeships , just foureteene yeere , Trayling the puissant pike ; and halfe so long Had the right hand file , and I fought well , 't was said too : But I might have serv'd , and fought , and serv'd til doomsday And never have carryed a flagge , but for the legacy A buxsome widdow of threescore , bequeath'd mee , And that too , my backe knowes , I labour hard for , But was better paid . Astut. You are merry with your selves But this is from the purpose . Roder. To the point then . Prisoners are not tane every day , and when We have 'em we must make the best use of 'em . Our pay is little to the part we should beare , And that so long a comming , that 't is spent Before we have it , and hardly wipes off scores At the Taverne , and the Ordinary . Iacom. You may adde to Our sport tooke up on trust . Roder. Peace , thou smocke vermin . Discover commanders , secrets ! In a word , Sir , We have requir'd , and find our prisoners rich : Two thousand crownes a piece , our companies cost vs , And so much each of us will have , and that In present pay . Iacom. It is too little ; yet Since you haue said the word , I am content , But will not goe a gazet lesse . Astut. Since you are not To be brought lower , there is no evading I 'll be your pay-master . Roder. Wee desire no better . Astut. But not a word of what 's agreed between us , 'Till I have schoold my gallants . Iacom. I am dumb , Sir . Enter a guard : Bertoldo , Anthonio , Gaspero , in yrons . Bert. And where remov'd now ? hath the Tyrant found out Worse usage for us ? Antho. Worse it cannot be . My grewhound has fresh straw , and scraps in his kennell , But wee have neyther . Gasp. Did I ever thinke To weare such garters on silke stockings ? or That my too curious appetite , that turn'd At the sight of godwits , pheasant , partidge , quales Larkes , wood-cocks , caluerd sammon , as course diet , Would leape at a mouldy crust ? Antho. And goe without it ; So oft as I doe , O how haue I jeer'd The City entertainment . A huge shoulder Of glorious fat Ramme Mutton , seconded With a paire of taine cats , or conies , a crabbe tart With a worthy loyne of veale , and valiant Capon , Mortifi'd to grow tender . These I scorn'd From their plentifull horne of abundance , though invited : But now I could carry my owne stoole to a tripe , And call their chitterlings charity , and blesse the founder . Bertol. O that I were no farther sensible Of my miseries then you are ! you like beasts Feele onely stings of hunger , and complaine not But when you are empty : but your narrow soules ( If you have any ) cannot comprehend How insupportable the torments are , Which a free and noble soule made captiue , suffers : Most miserable men ! and what am I then , That enuy you ? Fetters though made of gold , Expresse base thraldome and all delicates Prepar'd by Median cookes for Epicures , When not our owne , are bitter quilts fill'd high With gossamire and roses , cannot yeeld The body soft repose , the mind kep't waking With anguish and affliction . Astut. My good Lord . Ber. This is no time , nor place for flaterry Sir , Pray you stile me as I am , a wretch forsaken Of the world , as my selfe . Astut. I would it were In me to helpe you . Ber. I if that you want power Sir , Lip comfort cannot cure me , pray you leave mee To mine owne private thoughts . Astu. My valiant Nephew ! walkes by . And my more then warlike-ward ! I am glad to see you After your glorious conquests . Are these chaines Rewardee for your good service ? If they are You should weare 'em on your necks ( since they are massie ) Like Aldermen of the war . Antho. You jeere us to ! Gasp. Good uncle name not ( as you are a man of honor ) That fatall word of war , the very sounde of 't Is more dreadfull then a Cannon . Antho. But redeeme us From this Captivitie , and I 'll vow hereafter Never to weare a sword , or cut my meate With a knife , that has an edge or point . I 'll starve first Gasp. I will crie broome or cats meate in Palermo ; Turne porter , carrie burthens ; any thing , Rather then live a souldier . Astut. This should have Beene thought upon before . At what price thinke you Your two wise heads are rated ? Antho. A calves head is More worth then mine , I am sure it had more braines in 't Or I had never come here . Roder. And I will eate it With bacon , if I have not speedy ransome . Ant. And a little garlick too , for your own sake Sir I will boyle in your stomacke else . Gasp. Beware of mine Or the hornes may choake you . I am married Sir . Antho. You shall have my row of houses neare the pallace Gasp. And my villa all . Antho. All that we have . To Astutio . Astut Well , have more wit hereafter For this time you are ransom'd . Iacom. Off with their irons . Rod. Do do . If you are ours again , you know your price . Antho. Pray you dispatch us : I shall nere beleeve I am a freeman , till I set my foote In Sicilie agen , and drinke Palermo , And in Palermo too . Astut. The wind fits faire , You shall aboord to night with the rising Sun You may touch upon the coast . But take your leaves Of the late Generall first . Gasp. I will be briefe . Antho. And I , my lord heaven keepe you . Gasp. Yours to use In the way of peace , but as your souldiers never . Antho. A pox of war no more of war . Ber. Have you Exeunt Roderig . Iaco. Anthonio . Gasparo . Authority to loose their bonds , yet leave The brother of your King , whose worth disdaines Comparison with such as these , in irons ? If ransome may redeeme them , I have landes , A patrimony of mine owne assign'd me , By my deceased sire to satisfie What ere can be demanded for my freedome . Astut. I wish you had Sir , but the king who yeelds No reason for his will , in his displeasure Hath seas'd on all you had ; nor will Gonzaga , Whose prisoner now you are , accept of lesse Then fiftie thousand crownes . Ber. I finde it now That misery nere comes alone . But grant The King is yet inexorable , time May worke him to a feeling of my sufferings . I have friends , that swore their lives and fortunes were At my devotion , and among the rest Your selfe my lord , when forfeited to the Law For a foule murther , and in cold blood done , I made your life my gift , and reconcil'd you To this incensed king , and got your pardon . Beware ingratitude . I know you are rich And may pay downe the Sum . Astut. I might my lord , But pardon me . Ber. And will Astutio prove then To please a passionate man , the kings no more , False to his maker and his reason ? which Commandes more then I aske ? ô summer friendship , Whose flattering leaves that shaddowed us in Our prosperity , with the least gust drop off In th' Autumne of adversity ! How like A prison is to a grave ! when dead we are With solemne Pompe brought thither , and our heires , ( Masking their joy in false dissembled teares ) Weepe ore the hearse , but earth no sooner covers The earth brought thither , but they turne away With inward smiles , the dead no more remembred . So enter'd in a prison . Astut. My occasions Command me hence my lord . Ber. Pray you leave me , doe ; And tell the cruell king , that I will weare These fetters 'till my flesh , and they are one Incorporated substance . In my selfe , As in a glasse , I 'll looke on humane frailty , And curse the height of Royall blood : since I In being borne neare to Iove , am neare his thunder . Cedars once shaken with a storme , their owne Exit Astutio . Waight grabs their rootes out . Lead me where you please ; I am his , not fortunes martyr , and will dye The great example of his cruelty . Exit cum suis .
ACT. III. SCENE . II. Adorni . Adorn. HE undergoes my challenge , and contemnes it , And threatens me with the late Edict made 'Gainst duellists , then altar cowards flie to . But I that am ingag'd , and nourish in me A higher aime then faire Camiola dreames of , Must not sit down thus . In the court I dare not Attempt him ; and in publike , hee 's so guarded With a heard of Parasites , Clients , fooles and sutors , That a musket cannot reach him , my designes Admit of no delay . This is her birth-day , Which with a fit and due solemnitie Camiola celebrates ; and on it , all such As love or serve her , usually present A tributary duty . I 'll have something To give , if my intelligence prove true , Shall find acceptance . I am told , neare this grove Fulgentio very morning makes his makers With his petitioners . I may present him With a sharpe petition . Ha , 't is he my fate Be ever bless'd for 't . Exit Fulgen . Fulgen. Command such as waite me Not to presume at the least for halfe an houre To presse on my rettirements . Page . I will say , Sir , you are at your prayers Fulg. That will not finde beliefe , Courtiers have something else to do , be gon , Sir , Challeng'd ! 't is well I and by a grome ! still better I Was this shape made to fight ? I have a tongue yet , How e'r no sword to kill him , and what way This morning , I 'll resolve of . Exit Fulgentio . Adorn. I shall crosse Your resolution , or suffer for you . Exit Adorni .
ACT. III. SCENE . III . Camiola : divers servants with presents : Sylli , Clarinda . Sylli. WHat are all these ? Clar. Sevants with serverall presents , And rich ones too . 1. Serv. With her best wishes , Madam , Of many such daies to you , the Lady Petula Presents you with this fanne . 2. Serv. This Diamond From your Aunt Honoria . 3. Serv. This piece of plate From your Vncle , old Vincentio , with your armes Graven upon it . Cam. Good friends they are too . Munificent in their love , and favour to me . Out of my cabinet returne such jewells As this directs you , for your paines ; and yours ; Nor must you be forgotten . Honour mee With the drinking of a health . 1. Serv. Gold on my life ! 2. Serv. She scornes to give base silver . 3. Serv. Would she had beene Borne every moneth in the yeere ! 1. Serv. Moneth ? every day . 2. Serv. Shew such another maid . 3. All happinesse wait you . Exeunt Sylli , Clarinda , Servants . Sylli. I 'll fee your will done . Cam. How , Adorny wounded ? Enter Adorni wounded Ador. A scratch got in your service , else not worth Your observation ; I bring not Madame In honour of your birth-day , anticque plate , Or pearle , for which the savage Indian dives Into the bottome of the Sea ; nor Diamonds Hewne from steepe rockes with danger : Such as give To those that have what they themselves want , aime at A glad returne with profit : yet despise not My offering at the altar of your favour ; Nor let the lownesse of the giver lessen The height of what s presented . Since it is A pretious jewell , almost forfeyted , And dimn'd with clouds of infamy redeem'd And in in its naturall splendor , with addition , Restor'd to the true owner . Cam. How is this ? Ador. Not to hold you in suspence , I bring you , Madame , Your wounded reputation cur'd , the sting Of virulent malice , festring your faire name , Pluck'd out and trode on . That proud man , that was Deny'd the honour of your bed , yet durst With his untrue reports , strumpet your fame , Compell'd by mee , hath given himselfe the lye , And in his owne blood wrote it , you may read Fulgentio subscrib'd . Cam. I am amaz'd ! Adorn. It does deserve it , Madam . Common service Is fit for hindes , and the reward proportion'd To their conditions . Therefore looke not on mee As a follower of your fathers fortunes , or One that subsists on yours , you frowne I my service Merits not this aspect . Cam. Which of my savours , I might say bounties , hath begot , and nourish'd This more then rude presumption ? since you had An itch to try your desperate valour , wherefore Went you not to the warre ? couldst thou suppose My innocence could ever fall so low , As to have need of thy rash sword to guard it Against malicious slander ? O how much Those Ladies are deceiv'd and cheated , when The clearnesse and integrity of their actions Doe not defend themselves , and stand secure On their owne bases ? Such as in a colour Of seeming service give protection to 'em , Betray their owne strengthes . Malice scorn'd , puts out It selfe , but argu'd , gives a kinde of credit To a false accusation . In this This your most memorable service , you beleev'd You did me right , but you have wrong'd mee more In your defence of my undoubted honour , Then false Fulgentio could . Adorn. I am sorry , What Was so well intended , is so ill receiv'd , Yet under your correction you wish'd Ente Clarinda Bertoldo had beene present . Cam. True I did : But he and you , Sir , are not parallells , Nor must you thinke your selfe so . Adorn. I am what You 'll please to have mee . Cam. If Bertoldo had Punish'd Fugentio's insolence , it had showne His love to her , whom in his judgement hee Vouchsafe to make his wife . A height I hope Which you dare not aspire to . The same actions Sute not all men alike : but I perceive Repentance in your lookes . For this time leave me I may forgive , perhaps forget your folly , Conceale yourselfe till this storme be blowne over . You will be sought for , yet for my estate Gives him her hand to kisse . Can hinder it , shall not suffer in my service . Ador. This is something yet , tho I mist the mark I shot at . Cam. This Gentleman is of a noble temper . Exit Adorni , And I too harsh , perhaps in my reproofe , Was I not Clarinda ? Clarind. I am not to censure Your actions Madame : but there are a thousand Ladies , and of good fame , in such a cause . Would be proud of such a servant . Cam. It may be ; Enter a Servant . Let me offend in this kinde . Why uncall'd for ? Serv. The Signiors , Madame , Gasparo and Anthonio , ( Selected friends of the renowned Bertoldo ) Put a shore this morning . Cam. Without him ? Serv. I thinke so . Cam. Never thinke more then . Serv. They have beene at Court . Kiss'd the Kings hand ; and there first duties done To him , appeare ambitions to tender To you their second service . Cam. Waite 'em hither . Eexeunt Servant . Feare doe not racke me , reason , now if ever , Haste with thy ayde , and tell me such a wonder , As my Bertoldo is , with such care fashion'd , Enter Anthonio . Gasparo . Serv. Must not , nay cannot , in hev'ns providence , So soone miscarry ; pray you forbeare , ere you Take the priveledge , as strangers to salute mee , ( Excuse my manners ) make me first understand , How it is with Bertoldo ? Ber. The relation Will not I feare deserve your thankes . Antho. I wish Some other should informe you . Cami , She dead ? You see , though with some feare , I dare enquire it . Gasp. Dead ! Would that were the worst , a debt were pay'd then , Kings in their birth owe nature . Cami. Is there ought More terrible then death ? Antho. Yes to a spirit Like his . Cruell imprisonment , and that Without the hope of freedome . Cami. You abuse me , The royall King cannot in love to vertue , ( Though all springs of affection were dri'd up ) But pay his ransome . Gasp. When you know what 't is You will thinke otherwise ; No lesse will do it Then fifty thousand crownes . Cam. A prettie sum , The price waigh'd , with the purchase , 50. thousand ? To the King 't is nothing . He that can spare more To his minion for a masque , cannot but ransome Such a brother at a million , you wrong The Kings magnificence . Antho. In your opinion , But 't is most certaine . He does not alone In himselfe refuse to pay it , but forbids All other men . Cami. Are you sure of this ? Gasp. You may reade The edict to that purpose , publish'd by him , That will resolve you . Cami. Possible ! pray you stand off , If I doe not mutter treason to my selfe My heart will breake ; yet I will not curse him , He is my king . The newes you have delivered , Makes me wearie of your company , wee 'll salute When we meete next . I 'll bring you to the dore . Nay pray you no more complements . Gasp. One thing more And that 's substantiall . Let your Adorni . Looke to himselfe . Antho. The king is much incens'd Against him for Fulgentio . Camio. As I am For yuor slownesse to depart Both . Farewell sweet Lady . Exeunt Gaspa . Antho Cam. O more then impious times ! when not alone Subordinate Ministers of justice are Corrupted , and seduc'd , but kings themselves , ( The greater wheeles by which the lesser move ) Are broken or disjonted ; could it be else A king , to sooth his politique ends , should so far Forsake his honor , as at once to breake Th' Adamant chaines of nature and religion , To binde up Atheisme , as a defence To his darke counsailes ? will it ever be That to deserve too much is dangerous , And vertue , when too eminent a crime ? Must she serve fortune still ? or when stripp'd of Her gay , and glorious favours , loose the beauties Of her owne naturall shape ? O my Bertoldo ! Thou onely Sun in honors Spheare , how soone Art thou eclipsed and darkened ! not the nearnesse Of blood prevailing on the king ; nor all The benefits to the generall good dispens'd Gayning a retribution ! But that To owe a courtesie to a simple Virgin Would take from the deserving , I finde in me Som sparks of fire , which fann'd with honors breath Might rise into a flame , and in men darken Their usurp'd splendor . Ha ! my aime is high , And for the honor of my sex to fall so , Can never prove inglorious . 'T is resolv'd : Call in Adorni . Clar. I am happy in Such imployment , Madam . Exit Clarin . Cam. Hee 's a man , I know that at a reverend distance loves me , And such are ever faithfull : What a Sea Of melting ice I walke on ! what strange censures Am I to undergoe ! but good intents Deride all future rumors . Ador. I obey Exit Clarin . & Adorn . Your summons , Madam . Cam. Leave the place Clarinda , One woman , in a secret of such waight , Wisemen may thinke too much , nearer Adorni . I warrant it with a smile . Adorn. I cannot aske Safer protection , what 's your will ? Cami. To doubt Your ready desire to serve me , or prepare you With the repetition of former merits , Would in my diffidence wrong you . But I will And without circumstance , in the trust that I Impose upon you , free you from suspition . Adorn. I foster none of you . Cami. I know you do not . You are Adorni by the love you owe me . Adorn. The surest conjuration . Cami. Take me with you , Love borne of duty , but advance noe further , You are Sir as I layd to do me service , To undertake a taske , in which your faith , Iudgement , discretion , in a word , your all That 's good , must be ingag'd , nor must you studie In the execution , but what may make For the ends I aime at . Adorn. They admit no rivalls . Cam. You answer well , you have heard of Bertoldo's Captivity ? and the kings neglect ? the greatnesse Of his ransome , fiftie thousand crownes , Adorni , Two parts of my estate . Ador. To what tends this ? Cam. Yet I so love the gentleman ( for to you I will confesse my weaknesses ) that I purpose Now , when he is forsaken by the king , And his owne hopes to ransome him , and receive him Into my bosome as my lawfull husband , Adorni starts and seems troubl'd Why change you colour Ador. 'T is in wonder of Your vertue , Madam . Cami You must therefore to Siena for mee , and pay to Gonzaga This ransome for his liberty , you shall Have bills of exchange along with you . Let him sweare A solemne contract to me , for you must be My principall witnesse , if he should . But why Do I entertaine these jealousies ? you will do this ? Adorn. Faithfully , Madam . But not live long after aside Cam. One thing I had forgot . Besides his freedome He may want accomodations , furnish him According to his birth . And from Camiola Deliver this kisse , printed on your lips kisses him Seal'd on his hand ! you shall not see my blushes , I 'll instantly dispatch you . Exit Camiola . Adorni . I am halfe Hang'd out of the way already , was there ever Poore lover so imploy'd against himselfe To make way for his rivall ? I must doe it , Nay more , I will . If loyalty can finde Recompence beyond hope , or imagination Let it fall on mee in the other world , As a reward , for in this I dare not hope it . Exit The end of the third Act .
ACT. IIII. SCENE . I. Gonzaga , Piero Roderigo , Iacomo . Gonzaga . YOu haue seaz'd upon the Citadell , and disarm'd All that could make resistance Pierio . Hunger had Done that before wee came ; nor was the souldiour Compell'd to seeke for prey the famish'd wretches , In hope of mercy , as a sacrifice offer'd All that was worth the taking . Gonzag. You proclaim'd , On paine of death , no violence should be offer'd To any woman . Rod. But it needed not , For famine had so humbl'd 'em and tooke off The care of their sexes honour , that there was not So coy a beauty in the towne , but would For halfe a mouldy bisket sell her selfe To a poore besognion , and without shrieking Gonz. Where is the Duke of Vrbin . Iacom. Vnder guard , As you directed Gonzag. See the Souldiers set . In ranke , and file , and as the Dutchesse passes Bid 'em vaile their ensignes , and charge 'em on their lives Not to cry whores . Iacom. The divell cannot fright 'em From their military licence , though they know They are her subjects , and will part with being , To do her service ; yet since she is a woman , They will touch at her britch with their tongues , and that is all That they can hope for . A shout , and a generall cry within , whores , whores . Gen. O the divell ! they are at it . Hell , stoppe , their bawling throats ; againe ! make up And cudgell them into jelly . Roder. To no purpose , Though their mouthes were there , They would have the same name for 'em . Exeunt .
ACT. IIII. SCENE . II. Roderigo , Iacomo , Pierio , Gonzga , Aurelia ( under a Canopie ) Astutio presents her with letters , lowd , musicke , shee reads the letters . Gonzaga . I Doe beseech your highnesse not to ascribe To the want of disciplin , the barbarous rudenes Of the souldier in his prophanation of Your sacred name , and vertues Aurelia . No , Lord Generall , I have heard my father say oft , 't was a custome , Vsuall in the campe , nor are they to be punish'd For words , that have in fact deserv'd so well . Let the one excuse the other . All . Excellent Princesse ! Aur. But for these aids from Sicily sent against us To blast our spring of conquest in the bud : I cannot find , my Lord Embassadour , How we should entertaine 't but as a wrong . With purpose to detaine us from our owne . How e'r the King endeavours in his letters To mitigate the affront . Astut. Your grace hereafter May heare from me such strong assurances Of his unlimitted desires to serve you , As will , I hope , drowne in forgetfulnesse The memory of what 's past . Aurel. Wee shall take time To search the depth of 't further , and proceed As our counsell shall direct vs . Gonza. Wee present you With the keyes of the Citty , all lets are remov'd , Your way is smooth and easie , at your feet Your proudest enemy falls . Aurel. Wee thanke your valoures A victory without blood is twice atchiev'd , And the disposure of it to us tender'd , A Guard made Aurelia . passes thorow em . lowd musicke . The greatest honor , worthy captains thanks . My love extends it selfe to all Gonz. Make way there . Exeunt .
ACT. IIII. SCENE . III . Bertoldo with a small booke in fetters , Jaylor . Bertoldo . T is here determin'd ( great examples arm'd With arguments produc'd to make it good ) That neither tyrants , nor the wrested lawes ; The peoples franticke rage , sad exile , want , Nor that which I endure , captivity , Can doe a wise man any injury : Thus Seneca , when he wrot it , thought . But then Felicity courted him ; his wealth exceeding A private man's happy in the embraces Of his chaste wife Paulina , ; his house full Of children , clyents , servants , flattering friends Soothing his lip-positions , and created Prince of the Senate , by the generall voyce , As his pupill newes suffrage : then no doubt He held , and did believe this But no sooner The Princes frownes , and iealosies had throw'n him Out of securities lappe , and a centurion Had offer'd him what choyce of death he pleas'd , But told him dye he must : when straight the armour Of his so boasted fortitude , fel off Throwes away the booke . Complaining of his frailtie . Can it then Be censur'd womanish weaknesse in mee , if Thus clog'd with yrons , and the period To close up all calamities , deni'd mee , ( Which was presented Senica ) I wish I ne'r had being , at least , never knew What happines was , or argue with heavens justice ? Tearing my locks , and in defiance throwing Dust in the ayre ? or falling on the ground , thus With my nayles , and teeth to digge a grave or rend The bowells of the earth , my stepmother , And not a naturall parent ? or thus practise To dye , and as I were insensible , Believe I had no motion lies on his face Enter Gonzaga Adorn . Iaylor . Gonz. There he is : I le not enquire by whom his ransome 's pai'd I am satisfi'd that I have it : nor alleage One reason to excuse his cruell usage , As you may interpret it , let it suffice It was my will to have it so , he is yours now , Dispose of him as you please Exit Gonzaga . Adorn. How e'r I hate him , As one preferr'd before me , being a man , He does deserve my pitty . Sir , he sleepes : Or is he dead ? would hee were a Saint in heaven ; 'T is is all the hurt I wish him . But was not Kneeles by him . Borne o such happinesse . No he breaths , come neer , And if 't be possible , without his feeling Take off his yrons so , now leave us privat His yrons taken off . He does begin to stir , and as transported Exit Jaylor . With a joyfull dreame , how he stares ! and feeles his legges , As yet uncertaine , whether it can be True or phantasticall . Ber. Ministers of mercy Mocke not calamitie . Ha! 't is no vision ! Or if it be , the happiest that ever Appear'd to sinfull flesh ! who 's here ! His face Speakes him Adorni ! but some glorious Angell Concealing its divinity in his shape , Hath done this miracle , it being not an act For wolvish man . Resolve me , if thou look'st for Bent knees in adoration ? Adorn. O forbeare Sir , I am Adorni , and the instrument Of your deliverance ; but the benefit You owe another . Ber. If he has a name , Assoone as spoken , 't is writ on my heart , I am his bondsman . Ador. To the shame of men , This great act is a womans . Ber. The whole sex For her sake must be deifi'd . How I wander In my imagination , yet cannot Ghesse who this Phoenix should be ! Ador. 'T is Camiola . Ber. Pray you speake 't againe , there 's musicke in her name Once more I pray you Sir . Ador. Camiola , The Maid of honor , Ber. Curs'd Atheist that I was , Onely to doubt it could be any other , Since she alone in the abstract of her selfe , That small , but ravishing substance comprehends What ever is , or can be wished , in the Iudea of a woman . O what service , Or sacrifice of duty can I pay her ! If not to live , and dye her charities slave , Which is resolv'd already . Adorn. She expects not Such a dominion ore you : yet ere I Deliver her demands , give me your hand : On this , as she enjoyn'd me , with my lips I print her love and service by me sent you , Bert. I am orewhelm'd with wonder ! Ador. You must now ( Which is the sum of all that she desires ) By a solemne contract bind your selfe , when she Requires it as a debt , due for your fredome To marrie her . Ber. This does ingage me further , A payment ! an increase of obligation ! To marry her ! 't was my nil ultra ever ! The end of my ambition ! O that now The holy man , she present , were prepar'd To joyne our hands , but with that speed , my heart Wishes , mine eyes might see her . Adorn. You must sweare this . Ber. Swear it ? Collect all oaths , and imprecations Whose least breach is damnation , and those Ministred to me in a forme more dreadfull , Set heaven , and hell before me , I will take 'em : False to Camiola ? Never . Shall I now Begin my vowes to you ? Ador. I am no Church-man , Such a one must file it on record , you are free , And that you may appeare like to your selfe ( For so she wish'd ) her 's gold with which you may Redeeme your truncks and servants , and what ever Of late you lost . I have found out the Captaine Whose spoyle they were . His name is Roderigo . Ber. I know him . Ador. I have done my parts . Ber. So much Sir As I am ever your's for 't , now me thinkes I walke in ayre ! divine Camiola , But words cannot expresse thee . I 'll build to thee An altar in my soule , on which I 'll offer A still increasing sacrifice of duty . Exit Ber. Ador. What will become of me now is apparant ! Whether a poniard , or a halter be The nearest way to hell ( for I must thither , After I have kill'd my selfe ) is somewhat doubtfull ? This Roman resolution of selfe-murther , Will not hold water , at the high Tribunall , When it comes to be argu'd ; my good Genius Prompts me to this consideration . He That kills himselfe , to avoid misery , feares it , And at the best shewes but a bastard valour , This life s a fort committed to my trust , Which I must not yeeld up , till it be forc'd , Nor will I : Hee 's not valiant that dares dy , But he that boldly beares calamitie . Exit
ACT. IV. SCENE . IV. A Flourish . Pierio . Roderigo . Iacomo . Gonzaga . Aurelia . Ferdinand . Astutio . Attendants . Aurelia . A Seat here for the Duke . It is our glory To overcom with courtesies , not rigor ; To Lordly Roman , who held it the height Of humane happinesse , to have kings and Queenes To wait by his triumphant chariot wheeles In his insulting pride , depriv'd himselfe Of drawing neare the nature of the gods , Best known for such , in being mercifull , Yet give me leave , but still with gentle language , And with the freedome of a friend to tell you , To seeke by force , what courtship could not win , was not harsh , and never taught in loves milde schoole . Wise Poets faine that Venus coach is draw'n By doues , and sparrowes , not by beares , and tygres . Ferd. I spare the application . In my fortune , Heav'ns justice hath confirm'd it , yet great Lady , Since my offence grew from excesse of love , And not to be resisted , having paid too , With the losse of liberty , the forfeyture Of my presumption , in your clemency It may finde pardon Aurel. You shall have just cause To say it hath . The charge of the long siege Defraid , and the losse my subjects have sustain'd Made good , since so farre I must deale with caution , You have your liberty Ferd. I could not hope for gentler conditions . Aurel. My Lord Gonzaga . Since my comming to Siena , I haue heard much Of your prisoner ; brave Bertoldo . Gonza. Such an one , Madam , I had . Astut. And have still , Sir , I hope . Gonz. Your hopes deceive you . He is ransom'd Madame , Astut. By whom , I pray you , Sir . Gonzag. You had best enquire Of your intelligencer . I am no informer . Astut. I like not this . Aurel. He is , as 't is reported , A goodly gentleman , and of noble parts , A brother of your order . Gonzaga . Hee was , Madam , Till he against his oath wrong'd you , a princesse , Which his religion bound him from . Aurel. Great mindes For tryall of their valours oft maintaine Quarrells that are unjust , yet without malice , And such a faire construction I make of him . I would see that brave enemy ; Gonzaga . My duty Commands me to seeke for him . Aur. Pray you doe : And bring him to our presence . Exit Gonzaga . Astut. I must blast His entertainment ; may it please your excellency , He is a man debauch'd , and for his riots Cast off by the King my Master , and that , I hope , is A crime sufficient Ferd. To you his subjects , That like as your king likes Enter Gonzaga , Bertoldo , richly habited : Adorni . Aurel. But not to us ; We must waigh with our owne scale . This is he , sure ! How soone mine eye had found him ! what a port He beares ! how well his bravery becomes him ! A prisoner ! nay , a princly sutor rather ! But I am too sudden . Gon. Madame , 't was his suite , Vnsent for , to present his service to you , Ere his departure . Aurel. With what Majesty He beares himselfe ! Astut. The divell I thinke supplies him , Ransom'd , and thus rich too ! Aurel. You ill deserve Ferdinand kneeling , kisses her hand . The favour of our hand ; we are not well , Give us more ayre . She descends suddenly Gonz. What sudden qualme is this ? Aurel. That lifted yours against mee . Bertol. Thus once more , I sue for pardon Aur. Sure his lips are poyson'd , And through those veines , force passage to my heart Aside . Which is already seaz'd upon . Bertol. I wait , Madam , To know what your commands are ; my designes Exact me in another place . Aurel. Before You have our licence to depart ; if manners , Civility of manners cannot teach you T' attend our leasure , I must tell you , Sir , That you are still our prisoner , nor had you Commission to free him . Gonz. How 's this , Madam ? Aurel. You were my substitute , and wanted power Without my warrant to dispose of him . I will pay backe his ransome ten times over , Rather then quit my interest . Bertol. This is Against the law of armes . Aur. But not of love : Aside . Why , hath your entertainment , Sir , beene such In your restraint , that with the wings of feare You would flie from it ? Bertol. I know no man , Madame , Enamour'd of his fetters , or delighting In cold or hunger , or that would in reason Preferre straw in a dungeon , before A downe bed in a Palace . Aurel. How , come neerer ; Was his usage such ? Gonz. Yes , and it had beene worse , Had I foreseene this . Aur. O thou mis-shap'd monster ! In thee it is confirm'd , that such as have No share in natures bounties , know no pitty To such as have 'em Looke on him with my eyes , And answer then , whether this were a man , Whose cheekes of lovely fulnesse should be made A prey to meagre famine ? or these eyes Whose every glance store Cupids empti'd quiver , To be dimm'd with tedious watching ? or these lips , These rudie lips , of whose fresh colour , cherries And roses were but coppies , should grow pale For want of Nectar ? or these legges that beare A burthen of more worth , then is supported By Atlas wearied shoulders , should be cramp'd With the weight of yron ? O I could dwell ever On this description ! Bertoldo . Is this in dirision Or pitty of me ? Aurel. In your charity Beleeve me innocent . Now you are my prisoner You shall have fairer quarter , you will shame The place where you have beene , should you now leave it Before you are recover'd . I 'll conduct you To more convenient lodgings , and it shall be My care to cherish you . Repine who dare ; It is our will . You 'll follow mee ? Bertoldo . To the centre , Such a Sybilla guiding me . Exeunt Aurelia , Bertoldo Gonz. Who speakes first ? Ferd. We stand , as we had seen Medusas head ! All amaz'd . Pierio . I know not what to thinke , I am so amaz'd ! Roder. Amaz'd ! I am thunderstrooke ! Iacom. Wee are inchaunted , And this is some illusion . Adorn. Heav'n forbid ! In darke despaire , it shewes a beame of hope . Containe thy joy , Adorni . Astut. Such a Princesse , And of so long experienc'd reservednesse Breake forth , and on the sudden , into flashes Of more then doubted loosenesse . Gonz. They come againe , Smiling , as I live : His arme circling her wast : I shall runne mad : Some fury hath possess'd her . If I speake , I may be blasted . Ha , I 'll mumble A prayer or two , and crosse my selfe , and then Though the divell fart fire , have at him . Aurel. Let not , Sir , The violence of my passions nourish in you An ill opinion ; or grant my carriage Out of the rode , and garbe of private women , 'T is still done with decorum . As I am A Princesse , what I doe , is aboue censure , And to be imitated . Bertoldo . Gracious Madam , Vouchsafe a little pawse , for I am so rapt Beyond my selfe , that 'till I have collected My scatter'd faculties , I cannot tender My resolution . Aurel. Consider of it , I will not be long from you , Bertoldo walking by musing . Gonzaga . Pray I cannot ! This cursed object strangles my devotion ! I must speake , or I burst . Pray you faire Lady , If you can in courtesie , direct mee to The chaste Aurelia . Aurel. Are you blinde ? who are wee ? Gonza. Another kind of thing . Her blood was govern'd By her discretion , and not rul'd her reason The reverence and Majesty of Iuno Shinde in her lookes , and comming to the campe , Appear'd a second Pallas . I can see No such divinities in you . If I Without offence may speake my thoughts , you are , As it were , a wanton Helen . Aurelia . Good , ere long You shall know mee better . Gonz. Why , if you are Aurelias How shall I dispose of the Souldier ? Astut. May it please you To hasten my dispatch ? Aurel. Prefer your suites Vnto Bertoldo , we will give him hearing , And you 'll finde him your best advocate . Exit Aurelia Astut. This is rare ! Gonz. What are we come to ? Roder. Grown up in a moment A favorite ! Ferdi. He does take state already . Ber. No , no , it cannot be , yet but Camiola , There is no stop betweene me and a crowne , Then my ingratitude ! a sinne in which All sinnes are comprehended ! Aide me vertue , Or I am lost . Gonz. May it please your excellence Second me , Sir . Ber. Then my so horrid oathes , And hell . deepe imprecations made against it . Astu. The king your brother will thank you for th advācment Of his affaires Bertol. And yet who can hold out Against such batteries , as her power and greatnesse Raise up against my weake defences ! Gonz. Sir , Enter Aurelia . Doe you dreame waking , Slight , shee 's here againe . Ber. Walkes she on woollen feete ! Aureli. You dwell too long In your deliberation , and come With a criples pace to that which you should fly to Ber. It is confess'd , yet why should I to winne From you , that hazzard all to my poore nothing , By false play send you off a looser from me ? I 'am already too too much ingag'd To the king my brothers anger ; and who knowes But that his doubts , and politick feares , should you Make me his equall , may draw war upon Your territories , were that breach made up I should with joy embrace , what now I feare To touch but with due reverence . Aureli. That hinderance Is easily remov'd . I owe the king For a royall visit which I straight will pay him , And having first reconcil'd you to his favour , A dispensation shall meete with us , Ber. I am wholly yours . Aure. On this booke seale it . Gon. What hand and lip too , then the bargayne 's sure , You have no imployment for me ? Aureli Yes Gonzaga , Provide a royall ship . Gonz. A ship ? Saint Iohn , Whither are we bound now ? Aurel. You shall know hereafter , My lord your pardon , for my too much trenching upon your patience . Ador. Camiola . Whispers to Bertoldo Aurel. How doe you Ber. Indisposed , but I attend you . Exeunt Adorn. The heavie curse that waites on perjurie , And foule ingratitude , pursue thee ever . Yet why from me this ? In this breach of faith My loyalty findes reward ! what poysons him Proves Mithridate to me ! I have perform'd All she commanded punctually , and now In the cleare mirrour of my truth , she may Behold his falsehood . O that I had wings To beare me to Palermo ! This once knowne , Must change her love into a just disdaine , And worke her to compassion of my paine . Exit
ACT. IV. SCENE . V. Sylli . Camiola . Clarinda . At severall doores . Sylli. Vndone ! vndone ! poore I that whilome was The top and ridge of my house , am on the sudden Turn'd to the pittifullest animal Of the lignage of the Syllies ! Cami. What 's the matter ? Syl. The king ! breake gyrdle , breake ! Cami. Why ? what of him ? Syl. Hearing how far you doted on my person , Growing envious of my happines , and knowing His brother , nor his favorite Fulgentio , Could get a sheepes eie from you , I being present , Is come himselfe a suitor , with the awle Of his authoritie to bore my nose , And take you from me , Oh , oh , oh . Cam. Do not rore so ; The king ! Syl. The king ! yet loving Sylli is not So sorrie for his owne , as your misfortune , If the king should carrie you , or you beare him , What a looser should you be ? He can but make you A queene , and what a simple thing is that To the being my lawful spouse . The world can never Affoord you such a husband . Cami. I beleeve you , But how are you sure the king is so inclin'd ? Did not you dreame this ? Syl. With these eyes I saw him Dismisse his traine , and lightning from his coach , Whispering Fulgentio in the eare . Cam. If so I ghesse the businesse Syl. It can be no other But to give me the bob , that being a matter Of maine importance , yonder they are , I dare not Be seene , I am so desperate , if you forsake me , Exit Rob. Ful. Send me word that I may provide a willow ghyrlond To weare when I drowne my selfe . O Sylli , ô Sylli ! Exit crying Ful. It will be worth your paines Sir to observe The constancie and brauery of her spirit , Though great men tremble at your frownes , I dare Hazzard my head , your majesty set off With terror , cannot fright her . Robert . May she answer My expectation . Fulgen. There she is . Cam. My knees thus Bent to the earth ( while my vowes are sent upward For the safety of my Soveraigne ) pay the duty Due for so great an honor , in this favour Done to your humblest hand-maid . Robert . You mistake me , I come not ( Lady ) that you may report , The king to do you honor , made your house ( He being there ) his court , but to correct Your stubborne disobedience . A pardon For that , could you obtaine it , were well purchas'd With this humility . Cam. A pardon Sir ? 'Till I am conscious of an offence . I will not wrong my innocence to begge one , What is my crime Sir ? Rob. Look on him I favour , By you scorn'd and negelected . Cam. Is that all Sr. Rober. No minion , though that were too much . How can you Answer the setting on your desperate brauo To murther him ? Cam. With your leave , I must not kneele Sir . While I replie to this : But thus rise up In my defence , and tell you as a man ( since when you are unjust , the diety Which you may challenge as a King , parts from you 'T was never read in holy writ , or morrall , That subjects on their loyalty were oblig'd To love their Soveraignes vices , your grace , Sir , To such an undeserver is no vertue . Fulgen. What thinke you now Sir ? Cam. Say you should love wine , You being the King , and cause I am your subject , Must I beever drunke ? Tyrants , not Kings By violence , from humble vassails force The liberty of their soules . I could not love him And to compell affection , as I take it , Is not found in your prerogative . Rob. Excellent virgin ! How I admire her confidence Cam. He complaines Of wrong done him : but he no more a King , Vnlesse you do me right . Burne your decrees , And of your lawes and statutes make a fire To thawe frozen numnesse of delinquents , If he escape unpunish'd . Doe your edicts Call it death in any man that breakes into Anothers house to rob him , though of trifles And shall Fulgentio your Fulgentio live ? Who hath committed more then sacriledge In the pollution of my cleare fame By his malicious slanders Rob. Have you done this ? Answer truely on your life . Fulgen. In the heat of blood Some such thing I reported . Rob. Out of my sight , For I vow , if by true penitence thou winne This injur'd Lady to sue out thy pardon , Thy grave is digg'd already . Fulgen. By my owne folly I have made a faire hand of 't , Exit Fulgen . Rob. You shall know Lady While I weare a crowne , justice shall use her sword To cut offenders off , though neerest to us . Cam. I , now you shew whose Deputy you are , I now I bath your feet with teares , it cannot Be censur'd superstition . Rob. You must rise . Rise in our favour , and protection ever : Kisses her Cam. Happy are subjects when the prince is still Guided by justice , not his passionate will . Exeunt . The end of the fourth Act .
ACT. V. SCENE . I. Camiola . Sylli . Cam. YOu see how tender I am of the quiet And peace of your affection , and what great ones I put off in your favour . Sylli. You doe wisely . Exceeding wisely ! and when I have said , I thanke you for 't , be happy . Cam. And good reason , In having such a blessing . Syl. When you have it , Bat the baite is not yet ready . Stay the time , While I triumph by my selfe , King , by your leave , I have wip'd your royall nose , without a napkin , You may cry willow , willow , for your brother , I 'll onely say goe by ; for my fine favourite , He may graze , where he please , his lips may water Like a puppies ore a frumenty pot , while Sylli Out of his two-leav'd cherry-stone dish drinkes Nectar I cannot hold out any longer ; heav'n forgive me , 'T is not the first oath , I have broke , I must take A little for a preparative . Offers to kisse & embrace her . Cam. By no meanes . If you forsweare your selfe we shall not prosper . I 'll rather loose my longing . Sylli. Pretty soule ! How carefull it is of me ! let me buffe yet Thy little dainty foot for 't : that I am sure Is out of my oath . Cam. Why , if thou canst dispense with 't So faire , I 'll not be scrupulous ; such a favour My amorous shoomaker steales Syl. O most rare leather ! Kisses her shooe often I doe begin at the lowest , but in time I may grow higher . Cam. Fie , you dwell too long there ! Rise , prethee rise Enter Clarinda hastily Syl. O I am up already . Cam. How I abuse my houres ! what newes with thee now ? Clar. Off with that gowne , 't is mine , mine by your promise Signior Ador . is return'd ! now upon entrance ; Off with it , off with it , Madam . Cam. Be not so hasty , When I goe to bed 't is thine . Syl. You have my grant too ; But doe you heare Lady , though I give way to this , You must hereafter aske my leave before You part with things of moment . Cam. Very good , When I am yours , I will be govern'd . Syl. Sweet obedience ! Ent. Ador . Cam. You are well return'd . Ador. I wish that the successe Of my service had deserv'd it . Cam. Lives Bertoldo ? Ador. Yes , and return'd with safety . Cam. 'T is not then In the power of fate to adde to , or take from My perfit happinesse : and yet he should Have made me his first visit . Ador. So I think too But he Syl. Darst not appeare , I being present , That 's his excuse , I warrant you . Cam. Speake , where is he ? With whom ? who hath deserv'd more from him ? or Can be of equall merit ? I in this Doe not except the King . Ador. Hee 's at the Palace With the Dutchesse of Siena . One coach brought 'em hither . Without a third . Hee 's very gracious with her , You may conceive the rest . Cam. My jealous feares Make me to apprehend . Ador. Pray you dismisse Signior wisdome , and i 'll make relation to you Of the particulars . Cam. Servant , I would have you To haste unto the Court . Syl. I will out-runne A foote-man for your pleasure . Cam. There observe The Dutchesse traine and entertainment . Syl. Feare not , I will discover all that is of waight To the liveries of her Pages , and her footemen . This is fit imployment for me . Exit Syl. Cam. Gracious with The Dutchesse ! sure you said so ? Ador. I will use All possible brevity to enforme you , Madam , Of what was trusted to me , and discharg'd With faith and loyall duty . Cam. I beleeve it You ransom'd him , and suppli'd his wants imagine That is already spoken ; and-what vowes Of service he made to me is apparent ; His joy of me , and wonder too perspicuous ; Does not your story end so ? Ador. Would the end Had answered the beginning , in a word , Ingratitude , and perjury at the height Cannot expresse him . Cam. Take heed . Ador. Truth is arm'd And can defend it selfe . It must out , Madam . I saw , the presence full , the amorous Dutchesse Kisse and embrace him , on his part accepted With equall ardor , and their willing hands No sooner joyn'd , but a remove was publish'd , And put in execution . Cam. The proofes are Too pregnant . O Bertoldo ! Ador. Hee 's not worth Your sorrow , Madam . Cam. Tell mee , when you saw this Did not you grieve as I do now to heare it ? Ador. His precipice from goodnesse raising mine , And serving as a foyle to set my faith off , I had little reason . Cam. In this you confesse The divellish malice of your disposition . As you were a man , you stood bound to lament it , And not in flattery of false your hopes To glory in it : when good men pursue The path mark'd out by vertue , the bless'd Saints With joy looke on it , and Seraphique Angels Clap their celestiall wings in heavenly plaudits , To be a scene of grace so well presented , The fiends and men made up of envy mourning ; Where as now on the contray as far As their divinity can partake of passion , With me they weepe , beholding a faire Temple Built in Bertoldo's loyalty turn'd to ashes By the flames of his inconstancy , the damn'd Rejoycing in the object : 'T is not well In you Adorni . Adorni . What a temper dwells In this rare Virgin , can you pitty him That hath shown none to you ? Cam. I must not be Cruell by his example , you perhaps , Except now I should seeke recovery Of what I have lost by teares , and with bent knees Begge his compassion . No ; my towring vertue From the assurance of my merit scornes To stoope so low . I 'll take a nobler course , And confident in the justice of my cause , The King his brother , and new Mistresse , judges , Ravish him from her armes , you have the contract In which he swore to marry her ? Adorn. 'T is here Madam . Cam. He shal be then against his wil my husband , And when I have him , I 'll so use him , doubt not , But that your honesty being unquestion'd , This writing with your testimony cleares all . Ador. And buries me in the darke mists of error . Cam. I 'll presently to Court , pray you give order For my caroch . Adorn. A cart for mee were fitter To hurry me to the gallowes Exit Adorni Cam. O false men ! Inconstant ! perjur'd ! my good Angell helpe mee In these my extremities ! Enter Syll. Sylli. If you ever will see brave sight , Lose it not now . Bertoldo , and the Dutchesse Are presently to be married . There 's such pompe And preparation . Cam. If I marry , 't is This day or never . Sylli. Why with all my heart , Though I break this , I 'll keep the next oath I make And then it is quit . Cam. Follow mee to my Cabinet , You know my confessor , Father Paulo ? Syll. Yes . Shall he Doe the feate for us ? Cam. I will give in writing Directions to him , and attire my selfe Like a Virgin-bride , and something I will doe That shall deserve mens praise , and wonder too . Syl. And I to make all know , I am not shallow Will have my points of Cutchineale and yellow . Exeunt .
ACT. V. SCENE . II. Lowd Musicke . Astutio . Gonzaga . Roderigo . Iacomo . Pierio . Roberto . Bertoldo . Aurelia . Bishop . with Attendants . Rober. HAd our division beene greater , Madam , Your clemency , the wrong being done to you In pardon of it , like the rod of concord Must make a perfect union , once more With a brotherly affection we receive you Into our favour . Let it be your study Hereafter to deserve this blessing , farre Beyond your merit . Bertol. As the Princesse grace To me is without limit , my endeavours With all obsequiousnesse to serve her pleasures Shall know no bounds , nor will I being made Her husband , forget the duty that I owe her as a servant . Aurel. I expect not But faire equality , since I well know If that superiority be due 'T is not to me , When you are made my consort All the prerogatives of my high birth cancell'd I 'll practise the obedience of a wife , And freely pay it . Queenes themselves , if they Make choice of their inferiors , onely aiming To feed their sensuall appetites , and to raigne Over their husbands , in some kinde commit Authoriz'd whoredome , nor will I be guilty In my intent of such a crime . Gonza. This done , As it is promis'd , Madam , may well stand for A president to great women : but when once The griping hunger of desire is cloyd , ( And the poore foole advanc'd , brought on his knee Most of your Eagle breed , I 'll not say all ( Ever excepting you ) challenge againe , What in hot blood they parted from . Aurel. You are ever . An enemy of our sex , but you I hope Sir Have better thoughts . Ber. I dare not entertaine An ill one of your goodnesse . Rob. To my power I will enable him to prevent all danger Envy can raise against your choice . One word more Touching the Articles . Enter Ful. Cam. Syl. Ador . Fulgen. In you alone Lie all my hopes , you can or kill or save me , But pitty in you , will become you better , ( Though I confesse in justice 't is deni'd me ) Then too much rigor . Cam. I will make your peace As far as it lyes in me , but must first Labour to right my selfe . Aurel. Or adde or alter What you thinke fit . In him I have my all , Heaven make me thankfull for him . Rob. On to the Temple Cam. Stay royall Sir , and as you are a King Erect one here , in doing justice to An injur'd mayd . Aurel. How 's this ? Ber. O I am blasted ! Rob. I have given som proofe , sweet Lady , of my promptnes To doe you right , you need not therefore doubt me , And rest assur'd , that this great worke dispatch'd , You shall have audience and satisfaction To all you can demand . Cam. To doe mee justice Exacts your present care , and can admit Of no delay . If e'r my cause be heard In favour of your brother , you goe on Sir , Your scepter cannot right mee . Hee 's the man , The guilty man , whom I accuse , and you Stand bound in duty , as you are Supreame , To be impartiall . Since you are a Iudge , As a Delinquent , looke on him , and not As on a brother ; justice painted blinde Inferres , her Ministers are oblig'd to heare The cause and truth , the Iudge determine of it , And not sway'd , or by favour , or affection , By a false glosse , or wrested comment alter The true intent , and letter of the law . Ro. Nor will I Madam , Aurel. You seeme troubl'd , Sir , Gonz. His colour changes too . Cam. The alteration Growes from his guilt . The goodnesse of my cause Begets such confidence in mee , that I bring No hir'd tongue to plead for mee , that with gay Rhetoricall flourishes may palliate That , which stripp'd naked , will appeare deform'd . I stand here , mine owne advocate ; and my truth Deliver'd in the plainest language , will Make good it selfe , nor will I , if the King Give suffrage to it , but admit of you , My greatest enemy , and this stranger Prince , To sit assistants with him . Aurel. I ne'r wrong'd you . Cam. In your knowledge of the injury , I believe it , Nor will you in your justice , when you are Acquainted with my interest in this man Which I lay claime to . Roberto . Let us take our seats , What is your title to him ? Cam. By this contract Seal'd solemnely before a reveren'd man , I challenge him for my husband . Sylli. Ha . was I Sent for the Frier , for this ? O Sylli ! Sylli ! Some cordiall , or I faint . Rober. This writing is Authenticall . Aurel. But done in heat of blood , ( Charm'd by her flatteries , as no doubt he was ) To be dispens'd with . Ferd. Adde this , if you please , The distance and disparity betweene Their births and fortunes . Cam. What can inocence hope for When such as sit her judges , are corrupted ! Disparity of birth , or fortune urge you ? Or Syren charmes ? or at his best in mee , Wants to deserve him ? Call some few daies backe , And as he was , consider him , and you Must grant him my inferiour . Imagine You saw him now in fetters with his honour , His liberty lost ; with her blacke wings despaire Circling his miseries , and his Gonzaga . Trampling on his afflictions ; the great summe Propos'd for his redemption ; the King Forbidding payment of it ; this neere kinsmen , With his protesting followers , and friends , Falling off from him ; by the whole world forsaken ; Dead to all hope , and buried in the grave Of his calamities , and then waigh duly What she deserv'd ( whose merits now are doubted ) That as his better Angell in her bounties Appeard unto him , his great ransome pai'd , His wants , and with a prodigall hand suppli'd , Whether then being my manumised slave , Hee ow'd not himselfe to mee ? Aurel. Is this true ? Roberto . In his silence 't is acknoledg'd Gonzag. If you want A witnesse to this purpose , I 'll depose it : Cam. If I have dwelt too long on my deservings To this unthankfull man , pray you pardon me , The cause requir'd it . And though now I adde A little in my painting to the life His barbarous ingratitude , to deterre , Others from imitation , let it meet with A faire interpretation . This serpent , Frozen to numnesse , was no sooner warm'd In the bosome of my pitty , and compassion , But in returne , he ruin'de his preserver The prints the yrons had made in his flesh Still ulcerous ; but all that I had done ( My benefits in sand , or water written ) As they had never beene , no more remembred . And on what ground ; but his ambitious hopes To gaine this Duchesse favour , Aurelia . Yes , the object , Looke on it better ( Lady ) may excuse The charge of his affection . Camiol. The object In what ? forgiue mee , modesty , if I say You looke upon your forme in the false glasse Of flattery , and selfe love , and that deceives you , That you were a Duchesse , as I take it , was not Character'd on your face , and that not seene , For other feature , make all these that are Experienc'd in women , judges of 'em , And if they are not Parasites , they must grant For beauty without art , though you storme at it , I may take the righ hand file . Gonzaga . Well said i'faith ; I see faire women on no termes will yeeld Priority in beauty . Camiol. Downe proud heart ! Why doe I rise up in defence of that , Which , in my cherishing of it hath vndone mee . No Madam , I recant , you are all beauty , Goodnesse , and vertue , and poore I not worthy As a soyle to set you off ; enioy your conquest But doe not tyranize . Yet as I am In my lownesse from your height , you may looke on me , And in your suffrage to me , make him know That though to all men else I did appeare The shame and scorne of women , hee stands bound To hold me as her master-piece . Roberto . By my life You have show'n your selfe of such an abject temper , So poore , and low condition'd , as I grieve for Your neerenesse to mee . Ferd. I am chang'd in my Opinion of you Lady , and professe The vertues of your minde , an ample fortune For an absolute Monarch . Gonzaga . Since you are resolv'd To damne your selfe , in your forsaking of Your noble order for a woman , doe it For this . You may search through the world , and meet not With such another Phoenix . Aurel. On the sudden I feele all fires of love quench'd in the water Of compassion , make your peace ; you have My free consent ; for here I doe disclaime All interest in you : and to further your Desires , faire Maid , compos'd of worth and honour , The dispensation procur'd by mee , Freeing Bertoldo from his vow , makes way To your embraces . Bertol. Oh , how have I stray'd , And wilfully , out of the noble tract Mark'd mee by vertue ! 'Till now , I was never Truely a prisoner ; to excuse my late Captivity , I might alleage the malice Of fortune ; you that conquer'd me confessing Courage in my defence was no way wanting But now I have surrendred up my strengths Into the power of vice , and on my forehead Branded with mine owne hand in capitall letters Disloyall , and Ingratefull , though barr'd from Humane society , and hiss'd into Some desert nere yet haunted with the curses Of men and women , sitting as a judge Vpon my guilty selfe , I must confesse It justly falls upon me , and one teare Shed in compassion of my suffrings more . Then I can hope for . Cam. This compunction For the wrong that you have done me , though you should Fix here , and your true sorrow move no further , Will in respect I lov'd once , make these eies Two springs of sorrow for you . Ber. In your pittie My cruelty shewes more monstrous , yet I am not , Though most ingratfull , grown to such a height Of impudence , as in my wishes onely To aske your pardon . If as now I fall Prostrate before your feete , you will vouchsafe To act your owne revenge , treading upon me As a viper eating through the bowels of Your benefits , to whom with libertie I owe my being , 't will take from the burthen That now is insupportable . Cam. Pray you rise , As I wish peace , and quiet to my soule I do forgive you heartily , yet excuse me : Though I deny my selfe a blessing that By the favour of the Dutchesse seconded , With your submission is offer'd to me Let not the reason I alleage for 't grieve you , You have been false once . I have done . And if When I am married ( as this day I will be ) As a perfit signe of your attonement with me You wish me joy , I will receive it for Full satisfaction of all obligations In which you stand bound to me . Ber. I will doe it , And what 's more , in despite of sorrow , live To see my selfe vndone , beyond all hope To be made up againe . Syl. My blood begins To come to my heart againe . Cam. Pray you Signior Syl. Call in the holy Frier . Hee 's prepar'd For finishing the worke . Syl. I knew I was The man . Heaven make mee thankfull Rob. Who is this ? Astu. His Father was the banker of Palermo , And this the heyre of his great wealth , his wisdome Was not hereditarie . Syl. Though you know me not , Your Majesty owes me a round Sum , I have A seele , or two to witnesse , yet if you please To weare my colours , and dance at my wedding I 'll never sue you . Rob. And I 'll grant your suite , Syl. Gracious Maddona , Noble , Generall , Brave Captaines and my quondam rivalls wear 'em Since I am confident you dare not harbour A thought , but that way currant . Exit Aurel. For my part I cannot ghesse the issue . Enter Syl. with Syl. Do your duty , And with all speed you can , you may despatch us . Paulo . Thus as a principal ornament to the Church I sease her . All . How . Rob. So young and so religious . Pau. She has forsooke the world . Syl. And Syllie too , I shall run mad . Syl thrust off Rob. Hence with the foole , proceede Sir Pau. Looke on this maid of honor now Truely honor'd in her vow She payes to heaven , vaine delight By day , or pleasure of , the night , She no more thinkes of this faire haire ( Favours for great kings to weare ) Muw now be shorn . Her rich array Chang'd into a homely gray . The dainties with which she was fed And her proud flesh pampered , Must not be tasted , from the spring , For wine cold water we will bring And with fasting mortifie The feasts of sensuality . Her jewells , beads , and she must looke Not in a glasse , but holy booke ; To teach her the nere erring way To immortality . O may She as she purposes to be A Child new borne to piety , Persever in in it , and good men With Saints and Angels say Amen Cam. This is the marriage ! this the port ! to which My vowes must steere me , fill my spreading sayles With the pure wind of your devotions for me , That I may touch the secure haven , where Eternall happinesse keepes her reside mee , Temptations to frailty never entring . I am dead to the world , and thus dispose Of what I leave behind me , and dividing My state into three parts , I thus bequeath it . The first to the faire Nunnery , to which I dedicate the last , and better part Of my fraile life ; a second portion To pious uses ; and the third to thee Adorni , for thy true and faithfull service . And ere I mistake last farwel with hope To finde a grant , may suite to you is that You would for my sake pardon this young man And to his merits love him , and no further . Rob. I thus confirme it . Gives his hand to Fulgen . to Bertoldo Cami. And as ere you hope Like me to be made happy , I conjure you To reassume your order ; and in fighting Bravely against the enemies of our faith Redeeme your morgag'd honor . Rob. I restore this The white crosse . Once more brothers in armes , Ber. I 'll live and die so . Cam. To you my pious wishes . And to end All differences , great Sir I beseech you To be an arbitrator , and compound The quarrell , long continuing betweene The Duke and Dutchesse . Rober. I 'll take it into My speciall care . Cam. I am then at rest , now father Exeunt Paulo . & Camiola . Conduct me where you please . Rob. She well deserves Her name , the Maid of Honor ! May she stand To all posterity , a faire example , For noble Maides to imitate . Since to live In wealth and pleasure is common ; but to part with Such poyson'd baites is rare , there being nothing Vpon this Stage of life to be commended , Though well begun , till it be fully ended . Exeunt .
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D●uso Druso , Livio , A●●elia Aurelia , Honou● The Maid of Honour . TRAGAE●COMAEDY TO MY WORTHY FRIEND THE AVTHOR VPON HIS TRAGAE-COMAEDY , THE MAID OF HONOVR . y●t A suite , yet of a nature , not to prove The quarrie that wares● hawke for : If your words Are not like Indian wares and every scruple To be waigh'd and rated neiher It seemes you are ignorant , I neither speake , nor hold my peace for nothing : grati● care not if I answer One single question , gratis . Fulgenti●● Exit Fulgentio drop● A Gentlemaan , yet no lord . He hath some drops Of the Kings blood running in his veines ●ay while there are sutors, His sheepe sheering , nay shaving to the quicke Is in every quarter ●ihs man . His play or recreation Is to raise this up , or pull downe that , and though He o● play or recreation Is to raise this up , or pull downe that , and though He neve yet pu●l play or recreation Is to raise this up , or pull downe that , and though He neve yet tooke ●itter My lord , this is bitter . shirt● will not leape then Ore an out-worke in your shirt heard● are Sr. A knight of Malta , and as I have heard Have serv'd against the Turke . aga●nst of Malta , and as I have heard Have serv'd against the Turke . clo●ke Cheivaleirs , fellowes that will bee For a cloake with thrice died veluet , and a cast suite La●●yr●ma your worships dance To the dolefull tune of Lachryma , blood● owne inheritance : but youth and heat Of bloode in your interpretation , may Both plead ●ediate your interpretation , may Both plead , and mediate for him . I must grant it An error in him captivity● VVhich now proves The seat of his captivity not triumph . Heaven is still just . heau'●s justice is To be with mercy temper'd , which heau'ns Deputies Stand bound to minister . The injur'd Duche●se Deputies Stand bound to minister . The injur'd Duchesse By reason taught , as nature , could not s●ags not to be releev'd , admits no parley , Our flags of truce hung out in vaine , nor will hee ●owne composition , but exacts With the rendring up the towne , the goods , and lines Of all within the ●ince And so farre in my honour I was tied . But since without our counsell , or allowance , He Rom● Then when 'twas stil'd the granary of great Rome ) Can yeeld our numerous frie bread , we ●loth warre ; let not our nerves Shrincke up with sloth , nor for want of imployment Make younger re●pe ; 'tis their swordes , Sir , Must sow and reape their harvest ; if examples May move you procedence European Isles , And unto whom alone ours yeelds precedence , When did she flourish so , as when she honour● sleepe Of idlenesse , and redeeme our morgag'd honours . Your birth , and justly , claimes my fathers Ianu● In his lookes he seemes To breake ope Ianus Temple . do●s The King appeares Resolv'd , and does prepare to speake . My● My Prince payes In me his duty . yo●r Hold in your head , Or you must haue a martingale . n●ver The first is That you never heare mee sing , for I am a Syri . If you D●tties warble , the dogs howle As ravish'd with my Ditties , and you will runne mad to heare mee . m●d ravish'd with my Ditties , and you will runne mad to heare mee . alo●t Next when I dance And come aloft thus , cast not a sheepes eye Vpon the quivering ●●te Enough good Signior , If I eate more of such sweete meats , I shall surfet jealo●s To speake his mind to you , for I am not jealous , And to assure your Ladyship of so much ●e ; And yet my reason like a tyran , tells me I must nor give , nor take it . i● loose your labour . 'Tis enough to prove it , Signior Sylli came before you , and you I'● have my countenance To parley with her and I'l take speciall care That none shal interrupt interru●t and I'l take speciall care That none shal interrupt you Cami● Cami me● Sir excuse me, , One aerie with proportion , nere discloses diminish'd● suppose That what's in you excessive , were diminish'd And my desert supply'd , the strongest bar perceive● I perceive He has his answer , now must I step in To pitch● , Some difference betweene a youth of my pitch, , And this bug-beare Bertoldo , men are Rob●rto Roberto . gros●e already , else I should affirme It was a grosse neglect . Crea●ures wish a change , are gone along with him ; Creatures devoted to his undertakings In right or ●orces the Duchesse of Siena , in excuse Of these forces sent against her . If you spare An oath Pr●pare usefull , To the Generall Gonzaga . Instantly Prepare you for your journey . ca●se Can you guesse the case ? breake● Damne mee , I'll doe this , you are sure to breake dar●s Know then , Here walkes the cause . She dares not looke upon me , My beauties are so terrible sext● Hercules , and here is one Bound up in decimo sexto . v●●it the Court , the brave Fulgentio Descends to visit her , and it will raise her Out of the grave ●mplement Are you Sirrah An implement of the house ? Su●e Sure he will make A joynes-stoole of me ! leisurue summons . 'Twill become you Sir , To waite her leisure , then her pleasure knowne You may present thu●● Shall I be brau'd thus S● She meanes a clowne Sir . I am her interpreter for want of a better ●o for , And may on your submission proceed so, , , You in your reason must repent the coursenesse caterpill●r and Orphans curse him for a canker , And caterpiller in the state . I hope Sir , You are not Sylli●s I cannot indure it , Nor any of the Syllies . Palerm● of marriage ? And of all The beauties in Palermo , to choose me , Poore me ? that is the prettle will tell you . Of a little thing You are a prettie peate , indifferenly faire too ; And like ●imbred but for my pleasure , Give me a near well timbred gamster like you , Such neede no spurres S●ch me a near well timbred gamster like you , Such neede no spurres , the quickenes of your sp●rres timbred gamster like you , Such neede no spurres , the quickenes of your eye Assures an active fa●nt colour I must tell you in a man Is weake and faint , and never will hold out If put to labour ●ase I'll ease you of the trouble , Coy , and disdainefull cha●te , Will not compell against their wills , chaste Maidens , To dance in his magnious circles Madiens not compell against their wills , chaste Maidens , To dance in his magnious circles . I believe soule-mouth'd You are foule-mouth'd , a●l So prosper mee , as I resolve to doe it To all men , and in every place , scorn'd by A butche● valiant Nay , I will draw my sword . O for a butcher ! Doe a friends part , pray you carry him ●oledo him three yeeres , and a day to match my Toledo , And then wee'll fight like Dragons . Souldiers● . Gonzaga , Pierio , Roderigo , Iacomo , Souldiers. . wall● There's not a man Dares shew himselfe upon the wall Deseate Defeate not The souldiers hop'd-for spoile . fore-saw● This I fore-saw and fear'd . What are they , know it thou sta●●es quills of Porcupines seem'd to threaten The staires , drop at the rumor of a shower ? And like ●umor seem'd to threaten The staires , drop at the rumor of a shower ? And like to captive colours sh●wer threaten The staires , drop at the rumor of a shower ? And like to captive colours sweep the oftentatiou loose troopes untrain'd But in a customary ostentation , Presented as a sacrifice to your valours meet'●m said . We will not stay their charge , But meet'em man to man , and horse to horse . Pierio u●to bloody hunter , Who is not so farre reconcil'd unto us , As in one death to give a period To Anatom es dye the beggers death with hunger , made Anatomies while we live , cannot but cracke Our heart-strings spendor dust , through which , like lightning The splendor of bright armes sometimes brake through W●th mirrors to each others worth , and looking With noble Emulation on his wounds , ( The glorious up●n hurts Will ease and cure 'em . Let me looke upon T●e The prisones faces . O how much transform'd defe●sive burthen of thy service ? The weight of their defensive armor bruiz'd Their weak , effeminate limbes for●orne To men I had forborne it , you are women , Or at the best loose ●ase , what fury Seduc'd you to exchange your case in Court For labour in the field ? Perhaps A●e encounter A soft impression on her lips . But you Are gawdie butterflies , and I wrong my selfe gawdi● soft impression on her lips . But you Are gawdie butterflies , and I wrong my selfe In parling direction● his enemy ) you wrong your selfe In this direction. . I am honor'd in My victory ore you : but ●n master , then if I had seene A reprobate Iew , an Atheist , Turke , or Tartar Baptiz'd in Bap●●z'd reprobate Iew , an Atheist , Turke , or Tartar Baptiz'd in our religion . weepes● weepes r●ligion at the funerall of his vertue , Faith and religion ; why I will tell you He was a gentleman c●rt●inties noble uses , and his youth did promise Such certainties , more then hopes , of great atchievments knoweldge encounter , this Bertoldo had beene For his knowledge to direct , and matchles courage To execute la●e shalt pay A heavy forfeiture , and learne too late , Valour , imploy'd in an ill quarrell , friendsh●ps vizard . This is that which cancells All friendships bands between vs Beare 'em off I will heare Ex●●●● Exeunt . arme● VVHat I have done Sr by the law of armes I can , and will make good . Ast●ti● Astutio . who●e and his vow'd service to the Duchesse , on whose person I am to giue attendance . sp●re this instant . Shee's at Pienza ; you may spare the trouble Of riding thither : I have advertized ●●taine word . The King will rather thanke you to detaine him , Then give one crowne to free him . p●●●oners At his pleasure . I'll send the prisoners under guard ; my businesse Calls me another guard● pleasure . I'll send the prisoners under guard; ; my businesse Calls me another way . Ca●l● the prisoners under guard ; my businesse Calls me another way . ● rising higher , But if it ever get a company , A company , pray you marke mee , without money ti●doomsday might have serv'd , and fought , and serv'd til doomsday And never have carryed a flagge ●lagge serv'd til doomsday And never have carryed a flagge , but for the legacy A buxsome widdow of Astnt. Astut. quases sight of godwits , pheasant , partidge , quales Larkes , wood-cocks , caluerd sammon , as abu●dance I scorn'd From their plentifull horne of abundance , though invited : But now I could carry hunge● are ! you like beasts Feele onely stings of hunger , and complaine not But when you are empty ●oble insupportable the torments are , Which a free and noble soule made captiue , suffers : Most miserable capti●e torments are , Which a free and noble soule made captiue , suffers : Most miserable men ! and what Astut● Astut do● Do do. . If you are ours again , you know your Excun● Exeunt Roderig . Iaco. Anthonio . Gasparo . Anthon●● Exeunt Roderig . Iaco. Anthonio . Gasparo . Gaspar● Exeunt Roderig . Iaco. Anthonio . Gasparo . The●e tell the cruell king , that I will weare These fetters 'till my flesh , and they are one ●etters the cruell king , that I will weare These fetters 'till my flesh , and they are one Incorporated Le●d Waight grabs their rootes out . Lead me where you please ; I am his , not fortunes C●miola birth-day , Which with a fit and due solemnitie Camiola celebrates ; and on it , all such As love makets this grove Fulgentio very morning makes his makers With his petitioners . I may present him H● may present him With a sharpe petition . Ha , 'tis he my sate Be ever bless'd for't pre●●e presume at the least for halfe an houre To presse on my rettirements . prayers● I will say , Sir , you are at your prayers Ghalleng'd have something else to do , be gon , Sir , Challeng'd ! 'tis well I and by a grome ! still better ● something else to do , be gon , Sir , Challeng'd ! 'tis well I and by a grome ! still better Fulgenti● Exit Fulgentio . ●trumpet bed , yet durst With his untrue reports , strumpet your fame , Compell'd by mee , hath given r●●d And in his owne blood wrote it , you may read Fulgentio subscrib'd . strengrhes give protection to 'em , Betray their owne strengthes . Malice scorn'd , puts out It selfe , but sevice Can hinder it , shall not suffer in my service . Pu● Selected friends of the renowned Bertoldo ) Put a shore this morning . ●he She dead ? You see , though with some feare ● Dead ! Would that were the worst , a debt were pay'd then , Kings in their birth ran●ome of affection were dri'd up ) But pay his ransome . I● Possible ! pray you stand off , If I doe not mutter treason to my selfe My yo● next . I'll bring you to the dore . Nay pray you no more complements . swoet Farewell sweet Lady . Antho● Exeunt Gaspa . Antho le●ser themselves , ( The greater wheeles by which the lesser move ) Are broken or disjonted ; could it H● and in men darken Their usurp'd splendor . Ha ! my aime is high , And for the honor of ●udgement undertake a taske , in which your faith , Iudgement , discretion , in a word , your all That's ●he must be ingag'd , nor must you studie In the execution , but what may make For the ends Cap●ivity answer well , you have heard of Bertoldo's Captivity ? and the kings neglect ? the greatnesse offe●'d On paine of death , no violence should be offer'd To any woman . bea●●y sexes honour , that there was not So coy a beauty in the towne , but would For halfe a mouldy ●rbin Where is the Duke of Vrbin . Du●chesse Souldiers set . In ranke , and file , and as the Dutchesse passes Bid 'em vaile their ensignes , and high●esse I Doe beseech your highnesse not to ascribe To the want of disciplin ●pring from Sicily sent against us To blast our spring of conquest in the bud : I cannot find , thorow● A Guard made Aurelia . passes thorow em . lowd musicke . Winh Tis here determin'd ( great examples arm'd With arguments produc'd to make it good ) That Fecliity Seneca , when he wrot it , thought . But then Felicity courted him ; his wealth exceeding A private ●ull Of his chaste wife Paulina , ; his house full Of children , clyents , servants , flattering childr chaste wife Paulina , ; his house full Of children , clyents , servants , flattering friends enclyents Paulina , ; his house full Of children , clyents , servants , flattering friends Soothing H● his pupill newes suffrage : then no doubt He held , and did believe this But no sooner off●r'd of securities lappe , and a centurion Had offer'd him what choyce of death he pleas'd , But Tea●ing happines was , or argue with heavens justice ? Tearing my locks , and in defiance throwing Dust A●orn lies on his face Enter Gonzaga Adorn . Iaylor . A●d happinesse . No he breaths , come neer , And if 't be possible , without his feeling possi●le No he breaths , come neer , And if 't be possible , without his feeling Take off his yrons f●eling neer , And if 't be possible , without his feeling Take off his yrons so , now leave us privat T●ke And if 't be possible , without his feeling Take off his yrons so , now leave us privat yrons● possible , without his feeling Take off his yrons so , now leave us privat ●aylor Exit Jaylor . bond●man spoken , 'tis writ on my heart , I am his bondsman . Tha● she alone in the abstract of her selfe , That small , but ravishing substance comprehends 〈◊〉 ravishing substance comprehends What ever is , or can be wished , in the Iudea of a woman I● service , Or sacrifice of duty can I pay her ! If not to live , and dye her charities slave uil increase of obligation ! To marry her ! 'twas my nil ultra ever ! The end of my ambition ! O co●mitted but a bastard valour , This lifes a fort committed to my trust , Which I must not yeeld up ●riend gentle language , And with the freedome of a friend to tell you , To seeke by force , what courtship ransom'd● Your hopes deceive you . He is ransom'd Madame , Bert●ldo Enter Gonzaga , Bertoldo , richly habited : Adorni . habi●ed Enter Gonzaga , Bertoldo , richly habited : Adorni . no● The favour of our hand ; we are not well , Give us more ayre . S●● She descends suddenly suddenly● She descends suddenly th●se Sure his lips are poyson'd , And through those veines , force passage to my heart na●ures confirm'd , that such as have No share in natures bounties , know no pitty To such as have ●heekes answer then , whether this were a man , Whose cheekes of lovely fulnesse should be made A prey Atla● burthen of more worth , then is supported By Atlas wearied shoulders , should be cramp'd With Bertold●● Exeunt Aurelia , Bertoldo circ●ing come againe , Smiling , as I live : His arme circling her wast : I shall runne mad : Some fury H● possess'd her . If I speake , I may be blasted . Ha , I'll mumble A prayer or two , and crosse ●u●bl● If I speake , I may be blasted . Ha , I'll mumble A prayer or two , and crosse my selfe , cens●re I am A Princesse , what I doe , is aboue censure , And to be imitated . r●pt , Vouchsafe a little pawse , for I am so rapt Beyond my selfe , that 'till I have collected Be●●●ldo Bertoldo walking by musing . blind● Are you blinde ? who are wee ? we● Are you blinde ? who are wee ? Iun● rul'd her reason The reverence and Majesty of Iuno Shinde in her lookes , and comming to the Aurelia● Why , if you are Aurelias How shall I dispose of the Souldier ? Ca●i●la No , no , it cannot be , yet but Camiola , There is no stop betweene me and a crowne i●precations Then my so horrid oathes , And hell . deepe imprecations made against it . t●advācment The king your brother will thank you for thadvācment Of his affaires greatness● Against such batteries , as her power and greatnesse Raise up against my weake defences ! Aureli● Enter Aurelia . ●●rritories Make me his equall , may draw war upon Your territories , were that breach made up I should with hind●rance That hinderance Is easily remov'd . I owe the king For a Aurel● Aureli rew●rd In this breach of faith My loyalty findes reward ! what poysons him Proves Mithridate to fal●ehood mirrour of my truth , she may Behold his falsehood . O that I had wings To beare me to Palermo b●are Behold his falsehood . O that I had wings To beare me to Palermo ! This once knowne , Must Sylli●● pittifullest animal Of the lignage of the Syllies ! envio●s how far you doted on my person , Growing envious of my happines , and knowing His brother ear● from his coach , Whispering Fulgentio in the eare . a●e matter Of maine importance , yonder they are , I dare not Be seene , I am so desperate ear●● My knees thus Bent to the earth ( while my vowes are sent upward For the T●e I come not ( Lady ) that you may report , The king to do you honor , made your house ( conscio●s A pardon Sir ? 'Till I am conscious of an offence . I will not wrong my innocence ●y conscious of an offence . I will not wrong my innocence to begge one , What is my crime Whi●e With your leave , I must not kneele Sir . While I replie to this : But thus rise up In my ●njust and tell you as a man ( since when you are unjust , the diety Which you may challenge as a subject● never read in holy writ , or morrall , That subjects on their loyalty were oblig'd To love their ●hinke What thinke you now Sir ? dr●nke and cause I am your subject , Must I beever drunke ? Tyrants , not Kings By violence , from King● subject , Must I beever drunke ? Tyrants , not Kings By violence , from humble vassails force a●●ection soules . I could not love him And to compell affection , as I take it , Is not found in your prerogative prer●●ative affection , as I take it , Is not found in your prerogative . confidence● Excellent virgin ! How I admire her confidence mo●● complaines Of wrong done him : but he no more a King , Vnlesse you do me right . Burne Bu●ne no more a King , Vnlesse you do me right . Burne your decrees , And of your lawes and statutes yo●r a King , Vnlesse you do me right . Burne your decrees , And of your lawes and statutes froz●● your lawes and statutes make a fire To thawe frozen numnesse of delinquents , If he escape unpunish'd nu●●e●●e and statutes make a fire To thawe frozen numnesse of delinquents , If he escape unpunish'd deli●quent● statutes make a fire To thawe frozen numnesse of delinquents , If he escape unpunish'd . Doe your edicts unpun●sh'd frozen numnesse of delinquents , If he escape unpunish'd . Doe your edicts Call it death in any man ●dicts delinquents , If he escape unpunish'd . Doe your edicts Call it death in any man that breakes into trifles● into Anothers house to rob him , though of trifles And shall Fulgentio your Fulgentio live Fulg●●●●●● to rob him , though of trifles And shall Fulgentio your Fulgentio live ? Who hath committed y●ur him , though of trifles And shall Fulgentio your Fulgentio live ? Who hath committed more slanders● pollution of my cleare fame By his malicious slanders t●ue Out of my sight , For I vow , if by true penitence thou winne This injur'd Lady to pen●t●nce Out of my sight , For I vow , if by true penitence thou winne This injur'd Lady to sue out win n●● sight , For I vow , if by true penitence thou winne This injur'd Lady to sue out thy pardon L●dy by true penitence thou winne This injur'd Lady to sue out thy pardon , Thy grave is digg'd pardo● thou winne This injur'd Lady to sue out thy pardon , Thy grave is digg'd already . w●●●e You shall know Lady While I weare a crowne , justice shall use her sword To sh●w I , now you shew whose Deputy you are , I now I bath your fe●t whose Deputy you are , I now I bath your feet with teares , it cannot Be censur'd superstition ●u●jects● Happy are subjects when the prince is still Guided by justice s●ill Happy are subjects when the prince is still Guided by justice , not his passionate will SCEN● ACT. V. SCENE . I. Cami●la Camiola . Sylli . ●n affection , and what great ones I put off in your favour . y●●r affection , and what great ones I put off in your favour . f●vour affection , and what great ones I put off in your favour . Yo● You doe wisely . Exceeding wisely ! and when happy● when I have said , I thanke you for't , be happy. . yo● When you have it , Bat the baite is not yet ready h●ve When you have it , Bat the baite is not yet ready . Stay 〈◊〉 favourite , He may gra●● , where b● 〈◊〉 , ●is lips may water Like a puppies ore a frumenty 〈◊〉 , ●is lips may water Like a puppies ore a frumenty p●t , while Sylli Out of his two-leav'd ●wo-leav'd ore a frumenty p●t , while Sylli Out of his two-leav'd cherry-stone dish drinkes Nectar I cannot 〈◊〉 Offers to kisse & embrace her . ki●se Offers to kisse & embrace her . b●sse soule ! How carefull it is of me ! let me buffe yet Thy little dainty foot for't : that dai●ty it is of me ! let me buffe yet Thy little dainty foot for't : that I am sure Is out of my ●or't ! let me buffe yet Thy little dainty foot for't : that I am sure Is out of my oath . ●m yet Thy little dainty foot for't : that I am sure Is out of my oath . shoomak●r be scrupulous ; such a favour My amorous shoomaker steales ste●les● scrupulous ; such a favour My amorous shoomaker steales oft●n Kisses her shooe often there● Fie , you dwell too long there! ! Rise , prethee rise preth●● Fie , you dwell too long there ! Rise , prethee rise rise● you dwell too long there ! Rise , prethee rise 〈◊〉 Enter Clarinda hastily hast●ly Enter Clarinda hastily r●turn'd , mine by your promise Signior Ador . is return'd ! now upon entrance ; Off with it , off Wh●n Be not so hasty , When I goe to bed 'tis thine . her●after Lady , though I give way to this , You must hereafter aske my leave before You part with things b●fore to this , You must hereafter aske my leave before You part with things of moment . ●o 'Tis not then In the power of fate to adde to , or take from My perfit happinesse : and sho●ld take from My perfit happinesse : and yet he should Have made me his first visit . Ador . So mo●e where is he ? With whom ? who hath deserv'd more from him ? or Can be of equall merit ? I h●r Without a third . Hee's very gracious with her , You may conceive the rest . yo● Signior wisdome , and i'll make relation to you Of the particulars . Yo● I beleeve it You ransom'd him , and suppli'd his wants imagine ●●●ry and wonder too perspicuous ; Does not your story end so ? Expept be Cruell by his example , you perhaps , Except now I should seeke recovery Of what I have M●stresse my cause , The King his brother , and new Mistresse , judges , Ravish him from her armes , you ca●t A cart for mee were fitter To hurry me to the gallowes sitter A cart for mee were fitter To hurry me to the gallowes Adorni● Exit Adorni A●d break this , I'll keep the next oath I make And then it is quit . Cuechineale , I am not shallow Will have my points of Cutchineale and yellow . Pi●rio Astutio . Gonzaga . Roderigo . Iacomo . Pierio . Roberto . Bertoldo . Aurelia . Bishop l●ke wrong being done to you In pardon of it , like the rod of concord Must make a perfect union consor● due 'Tis not to me , When you are made my consort All the prerogatives of my high birth cancell'd h●nger to great women : but when once The griping hunger of desire is cloyd , ( And the poore foole kn●● the poore foole advanc'd , brought on his knee Most of your Eagle breed , I'll not say ri●ht it lyes in me , but must first Labour to right my selfe . go● be heard In favour of your brother , you goe on Sir , Your scepter cannot right mee . a●e justice painted blinde Inferres , her Ministers are oblig'd to heare The cause and truth , the I●dge oblig'd to heare The cause and truth , the Iudge determine of it , And not sway'd , or by palli●●e that with gay Rhetoricall flourishes may palliate That , which stripp'd naked , will appeare ●ruth stand here , mine owne advocate ; and my truth Deliver'd in the plainest language , will D●sparity such as sit her jugdes , are corrupted ! Disparity of birth , or fortune urge you ? Or Syren witne●●e If you want A witnesse to this purpose , I'll depose it : dwel● If I have dwelt too long on my deservings To this unthankfull se●pent it meet with A faire interpretation . This serpent , Frozen to numnesse , was no sooner warm'd wha● The object In what ? forgiue mee , modesty , if I say You looke selfe● forme in the false glasse Of flattery , and selfe love , and that deceives you , That you dece●ves glasse Of flattery , and selfe love , and that deceives you , That you were a Duchesse , as I take conditiou'd such an abject temper , So poore , and low condition'd , as I grieve for Your neerenesse to mee Fr●eing honour , The dispensation procur'd by mee , Freeing Bertoldo from his vow , makes way To your h●re you have done me , though you should Fix here , and your true sorrow move no further , ●e signe of your attonement with me You wish me joy , I will receive it for Full satisfaction ●eceive attonement with me You wish me joy , I will receive it for Full satisfaction of all obligations se●le Your Majesty owes me a round Sum , I have A seele , or two to witnesse , yet if you please wedding● please To weare my colours , and dance at my wedding I'll never sue you . yo●r And I'll grant your suite , Gracio●s Gracious Maddona , Noble , Generall , Brave Captaines ● And Syllie too , I shall run mad . o●● Syl thrust off M●w haire ( Favours for great kings to weare ) Muw now be shorn . Her rich array Chang'd into sensuali●y bring And with fasting mortifie The feasts of sensuality . Her jewells , beads , and she must looke ●●rst into three parts , I thus bequeath it . The first to the faire Nunnery , to which I dedicate mytake thy true and faithfull service . And ere I mistake lu●● farwel with hope To finde a gran● , t●e She well deserves Her name , the Maid of Honor ! May she stand To all posterity Mny well deserves Her name , the Maid of Honor ! May she stand To all posterity , a faire example S●oge baites is rare , there being nothing Vpon this Stage of life to be commended , Though well begun