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 The rebellion a tragedy: as it was acted nine dayes together, and divers times since with good applause, by his Majesties Company of Revells. Written by Thomas Rawlins. Rawlins, Thomas, 1620?-1670. [80] p. Printed by I. Okes, for Daniell Frere, and are to be sold at the signe of the Red Bull in Little Brittaine, London : 1640. 1638

Partly in verse.

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THE REBELLION : A TRAGEDY : As it was acted nine dayes together , and divers times since with good applause , by his Majesties Company of Revells .

Written by THOMAS RAWLINS .

LONDON : Printed by I. Okes , for Daniell Frere , and are to be sold at the Signe of the Red Bull in Little Brittaine . 1640 .

The Actors Names . A Cupid . King of Spaine . Antonio a Count . Machvile a Count . Three Spanish Colonells . Alerzo . Fulgentio . Pandolpho . Petruchio . Governour of Filford . Raymond a Moore Generall of the French Army . Three French Colonells . Leonis . Gilberty . Firenzo . Sebastiano , Petruchios Sonne , in the diguise of a Tayler cald Giovanno . Old Tayler . Virmine his man . Three Taylers more . Captaine of the Bandetty . Two Ruffians and a Brave .
Philippa the Moores wife . Auristella Machviles wife . Evadne Antonios Sister . Aurelia Sebastianos Sister . Nurse Attendant on Evadne . Attendants .

The Scene SIVILL .

To the Worshipfull , and his honorred Kinsman , Robert Ducie , of Aston , in the County of Stafford Esquire : Son to Sir Robert Ducie , Knight and Baronet Deceased . Sir ,

NOt to boast of any perfections , I have never yet bin Owner of Ingratitude , and would bee loath Envy should taxe mee now ; having at this time opportunity to pay part of that debt I owe your love . This Tragedy had at the presentment a generall Applause ; yet I have not that want of modesty , as to conclude it wholly worthy your Patronage ; although I have bin bold to fixe your name unto it . Yet however , your Charity will be famous in protecting this Plant , from the breath of Zoilus ; and forgiving this my confidence : and your acceptance cherish a study of a more deserving Peece , to quit the remainder of the ingagement : In

Your Kinsman ready to serve you . Thomas Rawlins .
To the Reader .

REader , if Courteous , I have not so little faith as to feare thy censure ; since thou knowest youth hath many faults , whereon I depend : although my ignorance of the Stage is also a sufficient excuse ; if I have committed any , let thy Candor judge mildly of them ; and thinke not those voluntary favours of my friends ( by whose compulsive perswasions I have published this ) a commendations of my seeking , or through a desire in me to encrease the Volume ; but rather a care , that you ( since that I have bin over entreated to present it to you ) might find therein something worth your time . Take no notice of my name , for a second worke of this nature shall hardly beare it . I have no desire to bee knowne by a thread-bare Cloake , having a Calling that will maintaine it woolly . Farewell .

To his loving friend the Author , upon his Tragedy The Rebellion . TO praise thee friend , and shew the reason why , Issues from honest love ; not flattery . My will is not to flatter , nor for spight To praise , or dispraise ; but to doe thee right . Proud daring Rebells , in their impious way Of Machivillian darkenesse ; this thy Play Exactly shewes ; speakes thee Truths Satyrist , Rebellions Foe , Times honest Artist . Thy continu'd Scenes , Parts , Plots , and Language can Distinguish ( worthily ) the vertuous Man From the vicious villaine , Earths fatall ill , Intending mischeivous Traitor Machivill . Him and his trech'rous Complices , that strove ( Like the Gigantick Rebells warre 'gainst Jove ) To disenthrone Spains King , ( the heavens annoynted ) By sterne death all were justly disappoynted , Plots meet with Counter-plots , revenge , and blood , Rebells ruine , makes thy Tragedy good , Nath. Richards .
To his worthy Esteemed Mr. Thomas Rawlins on his Rebellion . I May not wonder , for the world does know , What Poets can , and oft times reach unto . They oft worke myracles : No marvaile than Thou mak'st thy Tailer here a Nobleman : Would all the Trade were honest too but he Hath learn't the utmost of the Mystery , Filching with cunning industery , the heart Of such a beauty , which did prove the smart Of many worthy Lovers , and doth gaine That prize which others labour'd for in vaine . Thou mak'st him valiant too , and such a spirit , As every Noble mind approves his merit . But what Renowne th' ast given his worth , t is fit The world should render to thy hopefull wit , And with a welcome Plaudit entertaine This lovely issue of thy teeming braine . That their kinde usage to this birth of thine , May winne so much upon thee for each line Thou hast bequeath'd the World thou 'lt give her tenne And raise more high the glory of thy Penne , Accomplish these our wishes , and then see , How all that love the Arts will honour thee . C. G.
To my friend Mr. Rawlins , upon this Play , his Worke . FRiend , in the faire compleatnesse of your play . Y 'ave courted Truth ; in these few lines to say Something concerning it , that all may know I pay no more of praise than what I owe . 'T is good , and merit much more faire appeares Apparelled in plaine prayse , then when it weares A complementall glosse . Taylers may boast Th 'ave gain'd by your young Pen what they long lost By the old Proverbe , which sayes , Three to a man : But to your vindicating Muse , that can Make one a man , and a man Noble , they Must wreaths of Bayes as their due praises pay . Robert Davenport .
To the Author on his Rebellion . THy Play I ne're saw : what shall I say then ? I in my vote , must doe as other men , And praise those things to all , which common Fame Does boast of , such a hopefull growing flame , Which in dispight of flattery shall shine , Till Envy at thy Glory doe repine : And on Pernassus cliffie top shall stand , Directing wandring wits to wish'd for Land ; Like a Beacon o' th' Muses Hill remaine , That still doth burne , not lesser light retaine . To shew that other wits , compar'd with thee , Is but Rebellion i' th' high'st degree . For from thy Labours ( thus much I doe scan ) A Tayler is ennobled to a man . R. W.
To his deare friend , Mr. Thomas Rawlins . TO see a Springet of thy tender age , With such a lofty straine to word a Stage ; To see a Tragedy from thee in print , With such a world of fine Meanders in 't , Pusles my wondring soule : for there appeares Such disproportion twixt thy Lines and Yeares . That when I read thy Lines , methinkes I see The sweet tongu'd Ovid fall upon his knee , With ( Parce precor ) every line , and word , Runnes in sweet numbers of its owne accord : But I am wonder-strook , that all this while Thy unfeather'd quill should write a Tragicke stile . This above all my admiration drawes , That one so young should know Dramatticke Lawes . 'T is rare , and therefore is not for the span , Or greasie thumbes of every common man . The Damaske Rose that sprouts before the Spring Is fit for none to smell at , but a King . Goe on sweet friend , I hope in time to see Thy Temples rounded with the Daphnean Tree . And if men aske who nurst thee , I le say thus , It was the Ambrosian Spring of Pegasus . Rob. Chamberlain .
To his Friend Mr. Thomas Rawlins , on his Play called the Rebellion . I Will not praise thee Friend , nor is it fit , Least I be said to flatter what y' have writ . For some will say , I writ to applaud thee , That when I print thou maist doe so for me . Faith they 're deceiv'd , thou justly claim'st thy Bayes . Vertue rewards her selfe ; thy work 's thy praise . T. Iourdan .
To the Author , Master Thomas Rawlins . KInd friend excuse me that doe thus intrude , Thronging thy Volume with my lines so rude . Applause is needlesse here , yet this I owe As due to th' Muses : thine ne're su'd ( I know ) For hands , nor voyce , nor pen , nor other praise What soe're by mortalls us'd , thereby to raise An Authors name eternally to blisse ; Wer 't rightly scann'd ( alas ) what folly 't is : As if a Poets single worke alone , Wants power to lift him to the spangled Throne Of highest Iove : or needes their luke-warme fires , To cut his way or pierce the circled Spheares . Foolish presumption ! whosoe're thou art , Thus fondly deem'st of Poets princely Art . Here needs no paultry petty Pioners skill To fortifie ; nay thy melefluous quill Strikes Momus with a maze , and silence deepe , And doom'd poore Zoilus to the Leathean sleepe . Then ben't dismay'd , I know thy Booke will live , And deathlesse Trophies to thy name shall give . Who doubts , where Venus and Minerva meete In every line , how pleasantly they greete ? Strewing thy paths with Roses , red and white , To decke thy Silver-streames of fluent wit ; And entertaine the graces of thy minde . O may thy early head be sweet shelter finde , Vnder the umbraes of those verdant bayes : Ordain'd for sacred Posies sweet layes . Such are thy lines , in such a curious dresse , Compos'd so quaintly ; that if I may guesse , None save thine owne should dare t' approach the Presse . I. Gough .
To the ingenious Author . A Sowre and austere kind of men there be , That would out-law the lawes of Poesie ; And from a Common-wealths well govern'd Lists , Some grave and too much severe Platonists , Would exclude Poets : and have emnity With the soules freedome , ingenuity . These are so much for wisedome , they forget That Heaven allow'th the use of modest wit . These thinke the Author of a jest alone , Is the man that deserves damnation : Holding mirth vitious , and to laugh a sin : Yet we must give these Cynicks leave to grin . What will they thinke , when they shall see thee in The plaines of faire Elizium ? sit among A crowned troope of Poets ? and a throng Of ancient Bardes , which soule-delighting Quire ; Sings daily Anthemnes to Apolloes Lyre . Amongst which thou shalt sit ; and crowned thus , Shalt laugh at Cato and Democritus . Thus shall thy Bayes be superscrib'd ; my Pen Did not alone make Playes , but also men . E. B.
To his friend of the Author . BLesse me you sacred Sister . What a throng Of choice Encomions's prest ? such as was sung When the sweet singer Stesichorus liv'd ; Vpon whose lips the Nightingale surviv'd . What makes my sickly fancy hither hye ( Vnlesse it be for shelter ? ) when the eye Of each peculiar Artist makes a quest After my slender Iudgement : then a Jest Dissolves my thoughts to nothing , and my paines Has its reward in adding to my staines . But as the Riuer of Athamas can fire The sullen wood , and make its flames aspire , So the infused comfort I receive By th' tye of friendship , prompts me to relieve My fainting spirits ; and with a full saile , Rush 'mongst your Argoseys dispite of haile , Or stormes of Critticks , Friend , to thee I come , I know th' ast harbour , I defie much roome : Besides , I le pay thee for 't in gratefull Verse , Since that thou art Witts abstract , I le rehearse : Nothing shall wooll your eares with a long Phraise , Of a sententious folly ; for to raise Sad Pyramids of flattery , that may be Condemn'd for the sincere prolixity . Let Envy turne her Mantle , and expose Her rotten intralls to infect the Rose , Or pine like greennesse of thy extant wit : Yet shall the Homers Shield demolish it . Vpon thy Quill as on an Eagles wing , Thou shalt be led through th' ayre 's sweet whispering : And with thy Pen thou shalt ingrave thy name , ( Better then Pencill ) in the List of fame . I. Tatham .
On Master Rawlins and his Tayler in the Rebellion . IN what a strange delemma stood my mind , When first I saw the Tayler ? and did finde It so well fraught with wit : but when I knew The Noble Tayler to proceed from you ; I stood amaz'd , as one with thunder strook . And knew not which to read ; you , or your Booke . I wonder how you could , being of our race , So Eagle-like looke Phoebus in the face . I wonder how you could , being so young And teeming yet , encounter with so strong And firme a Story , 't would indeed have prov'd A subject for the wisest , that had lov'd To sucke at Aganippe . But goe on , My best of friends , and as you have begun With that is good , so let your after times Transcendent be . Apollo he still shines On the best wits ; and if a Momus chance On this thy Volume scornfully to glance , Melpomene will defend , and you shall see , That Vertue will at length make Envy flee . I. Knight .
To his Ingenious Friend Mr. Rawlins , the Author of the Rebellion . WHat need I strive to prayse thy worthy frame , Or raise a Trophy to thy lasting name ? Were my bad wit with Eloquence refin'd , When I have said my most , the most 's behind . But that I might be knowne for one of them , Which doe admire thy wit , and love thy pen . I could not better shew forth my good will , Then to salute you with my Virgin Quill . And bring you something to adorne your head Among a throng of friends , who oft have read Your learned Poems , and doe honour thee : And thy bright Genius . How like a curious tree Is thy sweet fancy , bearing fruit so rare The Learned still will covet . Momus no share Shall have of it ; but end his wretched dayes In griefe , 'cause now now he seeth th' art Crown'd with Bayes . Jo. Meriell .
THE REBELLION : A TRAGEDY . Enter severally , Alerzo , Fulgentio , and Pandolpho . Alerzo .

COllonell

Ful.

Signior Alerzo .

Aler.

Heere .

PAn. Signiors well met : The lazy morne has scarcely trim'd her selfe To entertaine the Sun ; she still retaines The slimy tincture of the banisht night : I hardly could discerne you . Aler. But you appeare fresh as a City Bridegroome , That has sign'd his wife a warrant for the Grafting hornes ; how fares Belinda , After the weight of so much sin ? you lay with her To night ; come , speake , did you take up on trust , Or have you pawn'd a Collony of Oathes ? Or an imbroydered Belt ? or have you tane The Courtiers tricke , to lay your sword at morgage ? Or perhaps a Feather ? 't will serve in trafficke , To returne her Ladiship , a Fanne , or so . Pan.

Y' are merry .

Ful. Come be free , Leave modesty for women to gild Their pretty thriving Art of plentitude , To inrich their Husbands browes with cornucopiaes : A Souldier and thus bashfull ! Poxe be open . Pan. Had I the Poxe good Colonell , I should stride Farre opener then I doe : But pox o' the fashion . Aler.

Count Antonio . To them enter Antonio .

Ful. Tho he appeare fresh as a bloome That newly kist the Sun , adorn'd with pearly Drops , flung from the hand of the rose finger'd morne , Yet in his heart lives a whole Host of valour . Pan. Hee appeares A second Mars . Aler. More powerfull since he holds Wisedom And Vallour captive . Whilst they salute Antonio enters Count Machvile . Ful.

Let us salute him .

Mach. Hallow close they strike , As if they heard a winged thunder-bolt , threatn'd his death And each ambitious were to lose his life ; So it might purchase him a longer being : Their breath ingenders like two peacefull winds , That joyne a friendly league , and fill the ayre With silken musicke . I may passe by and scarce be spar'd a looke , Or any else but yong Antonio . Rise from thy scorching Den thou soule of mischiefe . My blood boyles hotter then the poyson'd flesh Of Hercules cloth'd in the Centaurs shirts : Swell me revenge , till I become a hill High as Olimpus cloud dividing top ; That I might fall , and crush them into ayre . He observe . Exit behind the hangings . Ant. Commandy the all This little World I 'me Master of containes , And be assur'd t is granted ; I have a life , I owe to death ; and in my Countries causes I should — Ful. Good sir no more , This ungratefull Land owes you too much already . Aler.

And you still bind it in stronger Bonds .

Pan. Your noble deeds , that like to thoughts out-strip The fleeting clouds , dash all our hopes of payment : We are poore but in unprofitable thankes ; Nay that cannot rehearse enough your merit . Ant. I dare not heare this ; pardon bashfull eares For suffering such a scarlet to o're-spread Your burning Portalls . Gentlemen your discourses tast of Court , They have a relish of knowne flattery ; I must deny to understand their folly : Your pardon , I must leave you , Modesty commands . Ful.

Your honours vassales .

Ant. O good Colonell be more a Souldier , Leave complements for those that live at ease , To stuffe their Table Bookes ; and o're a bord , Made gaudy with some Pageant , beside custards , Whose quaking strikes a feare into the eaters , Dispute 'em in a fashionable method . A Souldiers language should be as his calling , ( Ruffe ) to declare he is a man of fire . Farewell without the straining of a sinew , No superstitious cringe ; adue Exit . Aler. I' st not a hopefull Lord ? Nature to him has chain'd the peoples hearts ; Each to his Saint offers a forme of prayer For yong Antonio . Pan.

And in that loved name pray for the Kingdoms good .

Ful.

Count Matchvill . Machvile from behind the hangings .

Aler. Let 's away . Exeunt : manet Matchvill . Heart wilt not burst with rage , to see these slaves Fawne like to whelpes on yong Antonio , And fly from me as from infection ? Death , Confusion , and the list of all deseases , waite upon your lives Till you be ripe for Hell ; which when it gapes May it devoure you all : stay Machvile , Leave this same idle chat , it becomes woman That has no strength ; but what her tongue Makes a Monopoly , be more a man , Thinke , thinke ; in thy braines minte Coyne all thy thoughts to mischiefe : That may act revenge at full . Plot , plot , tumultious thoughts , incorporate ; Beget a lumpe how e're deform'd , that may at length Like to a Cub lick'd by the carefull Dam , Become like to my wishes perfect vengeance . Antonio , I Antonio ; nay all Rather then loose my will , shall head-long fall Into eternall ruine ; my thoughts are high , Death sit upon my brow ; let every frowne , Banish a soule that stops me of a crowne . Exit . Enter Evadne and Nurse . Evad.

The Taylor yet return'd Nurse ?

Nur.

Madam not yet .

Evad. I wonder why he makes gownes so imperfect They need so many sayes . Nur. Truely , insooth , and in good deed law Madam The stripling is in love deepe , deepe in love . Evad. Ha , Does his soule shoote with an equall Dart From the commanding Bow of loves great God , Keepe passionate time with mine ? or has aside . She spy'd my errour to reflect with eager beames Of thirsty love upon a Taylor , being my selfe Borne high ? — I must know more . In love good Nurse ; with whom ? Nur. Hey-hoe , truely madam 't is a fortune , Cupid good lad , prais'd be his god-head for 't Has throwne upon me , and I am proud on 't ; O 't is a youth joccond as sprightly May , One that will doe discreetly with a wife , Bord her without direction from the stars , Or counsell from the Moone to doe for Physicke ; No , he 's a backe ; — O 't is a backe indeed . Evad.

Fye this becomes you not .

Nur. Besides , he is of all that conquering Calling , A Taylor madam ; O 't is a taking Trade : What Chamber-maid , with reverence may I speake , of those lost Maiden heads , Could long hold out against a Taylor ? Evad.

Y' are uncivill .

Nur. What aged Female , for I must confesse I am Worne threed-bare , would not be turn'd and live a marriage life To purchase Heaven ? Erad.

Heaven —

Nur. Yes my deare Madam Heaven , whither My most sweet Lady but to Heaven ? hell 's a Taylors ware-house ; he has the Keyes , and sits In triumph crosse legg'd o're the mouth : It is no place of horrour . There 's no flames made blew with Brimstone ; But the bravest silkes , so fashionable : O I doe long to weare such properties . Evad. Leave your talke , One knocks , goe see . Knockes within . Nurs.

O 't is my love . I come . Exit .

Evad. A Taylor , fye , blush my too tardy soule , And on my brow place a becomming scorne , Whose fatall sight may kill his mounting hopes . Were he but one that when 't was said hee 's borne , Had bin borne noble , high , Equall in blood to that our House boasts great ; I 'de fly into his armes with as much speed , As an ayre cutting arrow to the stake . But O he comes , my fortitude is fled . Enter Nurse and Giovanno with a Gowne . Gio.

Yonder she is and walkes , yet in sence strong enough to maintaine Argument , she 's under my cloake ; for the best part of a Lady as this age goes is her Clothes ; in what reckoning ought we Taylers to be esteem'd then , that are the master workemen to correct nature ? You shall have a Lady in a Dialogue with some gallant , touching his Suite , the better part of man , so sucke the breath that names the skilfull Tayler as if it nourisht her . Another Dona fly from the close imbracements of her Lord , to be all over measur'd by her Tayler . One will bee sicke forsooth , and bid her maid deny her to this Don , that Earle , the other Marquesse , nay to a Duke ; yet let her Taylor lase and unlase her gowne , so round the skirts to fit her to the fashion : here 's one has in my sight made many a noble Don to hang the head , Dukes and Marquesses , three in a morning breake their fasts on her denialls ; yet I , her Tayler , blest bee the kindnesse of my loving stare , am usher'd ; she smiles and sayes I have staid too long , and then findes fault with some slight stitch , that eye-let hole 's too close , then must I use my Bodkin 't will never please else ; all will not doe , I must take it home , for no cause but to bring it her againe next morning . Wee Taylors are the men spight o' the Proverbe , Ladies cannot live without . It is wee That please them best , in their commodity : There 's magick in our habits , Taylors can Prevaile 'bove him , honour stiles best of man .

Evad.

Bid him draw neere .

Nur. Come hither love , sweet chucke My Ladye calls . Gio. What meanes this woman ? sure she loves me too , Taylors shall speed had they no tongues to wooe : Women wou'd sue to them . Evad.

What have you done it now ?

Gio. Maddam your gowne by my industry Is purg'd of errours . Evad. Lord what a neate methodicall way you have To vent your Phrases ; pray when did you commence ? Gio.

What meane you Madam ?

Evad.

Doctor I meane , you speake so physicall .

Nur. Nay Madam 't is a youth , I praise my starrs For their kind influence , a woman may be proud on , And I am . O 't is a youth in print , a new Adonis , And I could wish , although my glasse tells me I 'me wondrous faire , I were a Venus for him . Gio.

O Lady , you are more fairer by farre .

Nur.

La you there Madam .

Gio. Where art thou man ? art thou transform'd ? Or art thou growne so base that This rediculous witch should thinke I love her ? Evad.

Leave us .

Nur. I goe Ducke , I le be here anon , I will Dove . Exit . Gio. At your best leasure . Protect me man-hood , least my glutted sence Feeding with such an eager appetite on Your rare beauty , breaking the sluces , Burst into a flood of passionate teares ; I must , I will enjoy her , though a Destroying clap from Ioves Artillery were the reward : And yet dull-daring fir by your favour no , He must be more than savage can attempt aside . To injure so much spotlesse innocence : Pardon great Powers the thought of such offence . Evad. When Sabastiano clad in conquering steele , And in a phrase able to kill , or from a cowards heart Banish the thought of feare ; wo'd me , Won not so much upon my captive soule As this youths silence does : aside . Helpe me some power out of this tangling maze , I shall be lost else . Gio. Feare to the breast of women , Build thy throne on their soft hearts ; Mine must not be thy slave . Your pleasure Madam . Evad. I have a question must be directly answer'd No excuse , but from thy heart a truth . Gio. Command me Madam , were it a secret On whose hinges hung the casements of my life , Yet your command shall be obey'd ; to the least Scruple . Evad. I take your word , My aged Nurse tells me you love her , Answer ; i' st a truth ? Gio. She 's jealous , I le try ; As Oracle . Evad.

( Ha )

Gio. 't is so , i le further ; I love her Madam , With as rich a flame as Anchorits Doe Saints they offer prayers too : I hug her memory as I wou'd embrace The breath of Iove , when it pronounc'd me Happy ; or Prophet , that should speake my After life great , even with adoration deified . Evad. My life , like to a bubble i' th aire , Dissolv'd by some uncharitable winde , Denyes my body warmth : your breath Has made me nothing . she faints . Gio. Rather let me lose all externall being . Madam , good Madam . Evad.

You say you love her .

Gio. Madam , I doe . Can any love the beauty of a stone , Set by some curious Artist in a Ring , But he must attribute some to The File that addes unto the lustre ? You appeare like to a Jemme , cut by the Steddy hand of carefull Nature , into such Beautious Tablets , that dull Art , Famous in skilfull flattery , is become A Novice in what Fame proclaim'd him Doctor ; He cann't expresse one sparke of your great lustre . Madam , ' those Beauties that , but studied on By their admirers , are deifi'd , serve But as spots , to make your red and white Envy'd of Cloisterd Saints . Evad. Have I ungratefull man , like to the Sun , That from the Heavens sends downe his Cherishing beames on some religious plant , That with a bow the worship of the Thankfull , payes the preserver of his life , And groth : But thou , unthankfull man , In scorne of me , to love a Callender of many Yeares . Gio. Madam , upon my knees , a superstitious Rite , The Heathens us'd to pay their gods , I offer up . A life , that untill now nere knew a price ; Made deare because you love it . Evad.

Arise ; it is a Ceremony due unto none but heaven .

Gio. Here I le take roote , and grow into my grave , Unlesse deare god lesse you forget to bee Cruell to him adores you with a zeale , Equall to that of Hermits . Evad. I beleeve you , and thus exchange a devout vow , Humbly upon my knees , that though the Thunder of my brothers rage should force divorce , Yet in my soule to love you ; witnesse all The wing'd inhabitants of the highest heaven . Gio. If suddaine lightning , such as vengefull Iove Cleares the infectious ayre with , threatn'd to Scorch my daring soule to Cynders , if I Did love you , Lady , I wo'd love you , spight Of the dogged Fates , or any power Those curst Hagges set to oppose me . To them enter Nurse . Evad.

Be thy selfe againe .

Nurs.

Madam , your Brother .

Evad. Fye , you have done it ill , our brother , say you ? Pray you take it home and mend it . Gio. Madam , it shall be done ; I take my leave . Love I am made thy envy ; I am he This Votresse prayes unto , as unto thee : Taylers are more than men ; and here 's the odds , They make fine Ladyes ; Ladyes make them gods : And so they are not men , but farre above them : This makes the Tailers proud ; then Ladies love them . Exit . Antonie meets him . Ant.

What 's he that past ?

Evad.

My Tailer .

Ant. There s something in his face I sure should know . But sister to your Beads ; pray for distress'd Scivel ; Whilst I mount some watch tower , To o're-looke our enemies , religious lawes Commands me fight for my lov'd Countries cause . Exit . Evad. Love bids me pray , and on his Altars make A Sacrifice , for my lov'd Taylers sake . Exit . Alarum . Enter Raymond , Philippa , Leonis , Gilberty , and Fyrenzo . Ray.

Stand .

Leo.

Stand .

Gil.

Stand .

Fir.

Give the word through the Army , stand there .

Within .

Stand , stand , stand , stand hoe .

Ray. Bid the Drum cease , whilst we embrace our love : Come my Philippa , like the twins of warre , Lac'd in our freely Cornets , we 're become The envy of those braine begotten gods , Mouldy Antiquity lifted to Heaven : Thus we exchange our breath ; kisses . Phil. My honour'd Lord , Duty commands , I pay it backe againe , 'T will waste me into smoake else , Can my body retaine that breath , that wou'd Consume an Army , drest in a rougher habit . Play deliver ( come I 'me a gentle thiefe ) The breath you stole . Ray. Restore back mine — So , goe pitch our tent , we 'le Have a Combate i' th field of love , with thee Philippa , ere we meet the foe : thou art A friendly enemy . How say my Lords , Does not my Love appeare , Like to the issue of the braine of Iove , Governesse of Armes and Arts , Minerva ? Or a selected beauty from a troop of Amazons . Lords .

She is a Mine of valour .

Phil. Lords spare your praises till like Bradament , The mirrour of our Sexe , I make the foe . Of France and us , crouch like a whelpe , Aw'd by the heaving of his Masters hand ; My heart runnes through my arme , and when I deale A blow , it sinkes a soule : My sword flyes nimbler than the bolts of Iove , And wounds as deepe : Spaine ; thy proud host shall feele Death has bequeath'd his office to my steele . Ray . Come on brave Lords , upon your Generalls word , Philippa loves no parley , like the sword . Exeunt . Enter Giovannno , old Taylor , Virmine , and two more . Gio.

Come bullies , come ; wee must forsake the use of nimble sheeres , and now betake us to our Spanish needles , Stelletto blades , and prove the Proverbe lyes , lyes in his throat : one Tayler can erect sixteene , nay more , of upstart Gentlemen , knowne by their Cloathes , and leave enough materialls in hell to damne a broker .

Old .

We must to the wars my boyes .

Virm.

How Master , to the warres ?

Old .

I to the warres Virmine , what sayst thou to that ?

Virm.

Nothing , but that I had rather stay home : O the good penny bread at breakfasts that I shall lose ! Master , good Master let me alone , to live with honest Iohn , noble John Blacke .

2 Tay.

Wilt thou disgrace thy worthy calling , Virmine ?

Virm.

No , but I am afraid my calling will disgrace me : I shall be gaping for my mornings loafe , and dramme of Ale ; I shall ; and now and then look for a Cabbich leafe , or an odde remnant to cloath my bashfull buttocks .

Old .

You shall .

Virm.

Yes marry ; why I hope poore Vermine must bee fed , and will be fed , or I le torment you .

Gio.

Master I take priviledge from your love to hearten on my fellowes .

Old ,

I , I ; doe , doe good boy . Exit .

Gio. Come my bold fellowes , let us eternize , For our Countries good , some noble act That may by time be Regestred at full ; And as the yeare renewes , so shall our fame Be fresh to after times : the Taylers name , So much trod under , and the scorne of all Shall by this act be high whilst others fall . 3 Tay.

Come Vermine , come .

Virm.

Nay if virmine slip from the backe of a Tayler , spit him with a Spanish Needle ; or torment him in the louses Engin : your two thumbe nailes . Exit all but Giovanno .

Gio. The City seig'd , and thou thus chain'd In ayrie fetters of a Ladies love ; It must not be , stay , 't is Evadne's love ; Her life is with the City ruin'd , if the French become victorious : Evadne must not dye , her Chaster name That once made cold , now doth my blood inflame . Exit .
Act Second .
Scene I. A Table and Chaires . Enter ( after a shoute crying Antonio , ) the Governour and Count Machvile . Gov. HEll take their spacious throates , we shall e're long Be pointed as a prodige ; Antonio is the man they loade with praise , And west and as a Cypher to advance Him by a number higher . Mach. Now Machvile plot his ruine , aside . It is not to be borne ; are not you our Masters subsitude ? then why should he Usurpe a priviledge without your loave , To preach unto the people a Doctrine They ought not heare : He incites 'em not to obey your charge , Unlesse it be to knit a friendly league With the opposing French ; laying before 'em A troope of fained dangers will insue , If we doe bid 'em battle . Gov.

Dares he doe this ?

Mach. 'T is done already ; Smother your anger and you shall see , here At the Counsell boarde he 'le breake into a Passion ; — which I le provoke him to . — aside To them Antonio , Alerzo , Fulgentio , and Pandolpho : they sit in Counsell . Gov. Never more neede , my worthy partners , in The dangerous brunts of Iron warre , had we Of Counsell : the hot rain'd French , led by that Haughty Moore , ( upon whose sword sits Victory inthron'd ) daily increase ; And like the Army of another Xerxes , Make the o're burthen'd earth groane at their weight . We cannot long hold out ; nor have we hope Our Royall Master can raise up their Seige E're we be forc't to yeeld : My Lord your counsell 't is a desperate griefe . Mach. And must my Lord finde undelaid release ? Noble Commanders since that warres grim god , After our sacrifice of many lives , Neglects our offerings , and repayes our service With losse ; 't is good to deale with policy . He 's no true Souldier that deales needlesse blowes With the indangering of his life ; and may Walke in a shade of safety , yet o'rethrow His towering enemy . Great Alexander made the then knowne world Slave to his powerfull will , more by the helpe Of polliticke wit , Than by the ruffe compultion of the sword . Troy that indur'd the Grecians ten years Siege , By pollicy was fir'd , and became Like to a lofty Beacon all on flame . Gov.

Hum , hum .

Mach. Suppose the French be markt for conquerers : Starrs have bin crost , when at a naturall birth They dart prodigious beames ; their influence Like to the flame of a new lighted Tapor , Has with the breath of pollicy bin blowne Out , even to nothing . Ful.

Hum , hum .

Aler.

This has bin studied .

Pan.

He 's almost out .

Gov. Good , But to the matter ; Your counsell . Mach. 'T is this my Lord ; That straight before the French have pitcht their Tents , Or rais'd a worke before our City walls ; As yet their ships have not o're spread the sea , We send a Regiment that they with speed Land on the Marshes , and begirt their backes , Whilst we open our Gates , and with astrong assault Force 'em retreat into the arches of death So the revengefull earth shall be their tombe , That did ere while trample her teeming wombe . Gov. Machvile speakes Oracle ; What sayes Antonio ? Ant.

Nothing .

Gov.

How ?

Ant.

Nothing .

Mach. It takes : revenge , I hugge thee ; yong Lord thou ' art lost . aside . Gov.

Speake , Antonio your counsell .

Ant.

Nothing .

Gov.

How ?

Ant. So ; And could my wish obtaine a sudden grant From you Tribunall , I would crave , my sences Might be all steept in Lethe , to forget What Machvile has spoken . Mach. Ha , it takes unto my wish . aside . Why Antonio ? Ant. Because you speake Not like a man , that were possest with a Meere Souldiers heart ; much lesse a soule guarded With subtle sinewes : O madnesse , can there be In nature such a prodegie so sencelesse , So much to be wondred at , As can applaud or lend a willing eare To that my blushes doe betray I 've bin Tardy to heare ? your childish pollicy . Gov. Antonio you 're too bold ; this usurpt liberty To abuse a man of so much merit , is not Seemely in you : nay I le terme it sawcinesse . Ant. Nay then my Lord , I claime the priviledge Of a Counseller , and will object . This my Propheticke feares , whisper'd my heart : When from a watch Tower I beheld the French Erect their speares ; which like a mighty Grove Denied my eyes any other object : The tops showd by a stolen reflection from The Sun like Diamonds , or as the glorious Guilder of the day , should daine a lower visit , Then my warme blood ; that us'd to play like Summer , felt a change ; Gray-bearded winter Froze my very soule , till I became Like the Pyrenian Hills , rapt in a roabe of Ice : My Atticke feares froze me into a statue . Aler.

Cowardly Antonio .

Ful. I have lost my faith , And can behold him now without a wonder . Gov. Antonio , y' are too long and wracke our patience ; Your counsell ? Ant. I fear'd , but what ? not our proud enimies , No , did they burthen all our Spanish world : And I , poore I ; onely surviv'd to threat defiance In the Mounsiers teeth , and stand Defendant For my Countries cause ; naked , unarm'd . I 'de through their bragging Host , and pay my life A Sacrifice to death , for my lov'd Countries safety . Aler. Fulgentio thou hast not lost Thy faith ? Ful.

Noe , i 'me reformed he 's valiant .

Go.

Antonio your counsell .

Ma.

I your counsell .

An. Our foes increase to an unreckon'd number : We lesse then nothing , since we have no hope To arrive a number , that may cope with Halfe their Army . 'T is my counsell we strike a league : 'T is wisedome to sue peace , where powerfull Fate Threatens a ruine : leaft repent too late . Ful.

'T is god-like Counsell .

Aler.

And becomes the tounge of yong Antonio .

Gov. Antonio let me tell you , you have lost Your valiant heart ; I can with safety now Terme you a Coward . Ant.

Ha .

Gov. Nay more , Since by your Oratory , you strive To rob your Country of a glorious conquest ; That may to after times beget a feare , Even with the thought should awe the trembling World : you are a Traytor . An. Ha my Lord , Coward and Traytor , t is a damned lye , And in the heart of him dares say 't againe I le write his errour . M.

'T is as I wou'd hav 't .

Fu.

Noble Antonio .

Aler.

Brave spirited Lord .

Fu.

The mirrour of a Soldier .

Go. O are you mov'd sir , has the deserved name Of Traytor prickt you ? An.

Deserv'd ?

Go.

Yes .

M.

Yes .

An. Machvile thou lyest ; hadst thou a heart Of harden'd steele , my powerfull Arme Should pierce it . They fight all in a confused manner : Antonio kills the Governour . Machvile falls . Aler. The Governour Slaine by Antonio's hand ? Fu.

No , by the hand of Iustice ; fly , fly my Lord .

Aler. Send for a Chirurgeon to dresse Count Machvile , He must be now our Governour ; the King Signed it in the dead Governours Commission . Exeunt sol . An. Now I repent too late my cash contempt , The horrour of a Murtherer will still Follow my guilty thoughts , fly where I will . Exit Antonio . Mach. I 'me wounded , else Coward Antonio Thou shouldst not fly from my revengefull Arme : But may my curses fall upon thy head Heavy as thunder ; maist thou dye Burthen'd with ulcerous sins , whose very Weight may sinke thee downe to Hell : Beneath the reach of smooth-fac'd mercies arme . A shoute within crying Antonio . Confusion choake your rash officious throates , And may that breath that speakes his loathed name Beget a Plague , whose hot infectious aire May scald you up to blisters , which foretell A purge of life : up Machvile , Tho'st thy will , how ere crosse Fate Divert the peoples hearts ; they must perforce Sue to that Shrine our liking shall erect . The Governour is dead , Antonio's lost To any thing but death ; 't is out glad fate , To gripe the staffe of what wee look't for state . My bloods ambitious , and runs through my veines Like nimble water through a Leaden Pipe Up to some barren Mountaine : I must have more , All wealth in my thoughs to a Crowne is poore . Enter Giovanno , Evadne and Nurse . Gio. 'T is a neare Gowne and fashionable Madam ; i' st not love ? Nur. Upon my Virginity wonderfull handsome : Deare , when we are married I le have such a one ; Shall I not chicken ? ha . Gi.

What else , kind Nurse .

Nur. Truely you Taylers are the most sanctified members Of a Kingdome : How many crooked and untoward bodies have You set upright , that they goe now so straight in their Lives and conversation , as the proudest on them all ? Gi.

That 's certaine , none prouder .

Evad.

How meane you sir ?

Gi.

Faith Madam your crooked moveables in artificiall bodies , that rectifie the deformity of natures over-plus , as bunching backes , or scarcity , as scanty shoulders , are the proudest creatures ; you shall have them jet with it an undaunted boldnesse ; for the truth is , what they want in substance they have in ayre : They will scould the Tayler out of his Art , And impute the defect of nature to his want Of skill , though his labour make her appearance Pride worthy .

Nur. Well said my birds eye , stand for the credit of Taylers whilst thou livest ; wilt thou not Chucke ? Ha , sayst thou my deare ? Gi.

I were ungratefull else .

Evad. Nurse pray leave us , your presence makes your Sweet heart negligent of what he comes about ; Pray be won to leave us here . Nur. Madam your will 's obey'd : Yet I can hardly passe from thee my love . At such a suddaine warning . Gi. Your eager love may be termed dotage , For shame confesse your selfe to lesse expressions : Leave my Lady . Nur.

A kisse and then I goe , so ; farewell my Duck . Exit .

Gi. Death she has left a scent to poison me ; Love her said she , is any man so mad , to hugge a disease , Or imbrace a colder Image the Pigmalions Or play with the bird of Frosty antiquity , not I : Her gumms stinke worse then a Pest-house , And more danger of infecting . As I 'me a mortall Tayler ; and your servant Madam , Her breath has tainted me I dare not salute Your Ladiship . Evad.

Come you are loath to part with 't 't is so sweet .

Gi. Sweet say you Madam , a muster of diseases Can't smell worse , than her rotten teeth . Excuse my boldnesse , to deferre your longing ; Thus I am new created with your breath . Kisses . My gaping pores will ne're be satisfied . Againe — they still are hungry . Evad. My deare friend , let not thy lovely person March with the scoulding peace affrighting Drum : War is too cruell : come i le chaine You here , here in my armes ; and stiffle you With kisses ; you sha' not goe — by this you sha' not goe , Gi.

By this I must .

Evad.

I le smother that harsh breath . They kisse .

Gi.

Againe I counter-checke it .

Enter Antonio as pursued , sees them and stands amazed . Ant. O sister , ha ! What killing sight is this ! cannot be she . Sister . Evad.

O my deare friend , my brother , w' are undon .

Ant. Degenerate girle , lighter than wind or ayre ; Canst thou forget thy birth ? or 'cause thou' rt faire Art priviledg'd , dost thinke with such a zeale To graspe an under shrub ? dare you exchange Breath with your Taylers , without feare of vengeance From the desturbed ghosts of our dead Parents , For their bloods injury ? or are your favours Growne prostitute to all ? my unkind Fate Grieves me not halfe so much , as thee forgetfull . Gi, Sir if on me this language , I must tell you , You are too rash to censure . My unworthinesse that makes Her seeme so ugly in your eyes , perhaps Hangs in these cloaths , and 's shifted off with them . I am as noble , but that I hate to make Comparisons , as any you can thinke worthy To be call'd her husband . An.

Shred of a slave thou ' lyest .

Gi. Sir I am hasty too ; yet in the presence of my Mistris can use a temper . An.

Brave ; your mistris .

Enter Machvile with Officers . Ma. Lay hold on him , Ere we presume to meete the enemy Wee le purge the City ; lest the wrath of heaven Fall heavy on us : Antonio I arrest thee Of Capitall treason , 'gainst the King and Realme . To prison with him . Evad.

O my lost brother !

Gi. 'T is but an errour , treason d' ye call it ; to kill The Governour in heate of blood , and not intended ? For my Evadne's sake , something I le doe Shall save his life . Exit . Ma.

To prison with him .

An. Farewell Evadne , as thou lovest the peace Of our dead Ancestors , cease to love So loath'd a thing ; a Tayler , Why ? 't is the scorne of all ; therefore be rul'd By thy departing Brother , doe not mixe With so much basenesse : Come Officers , beare me e'ne where you please , My opprest conscience no where can have ease . Exit with Officers . Ma. Lady we here enjoyne you to Your Chamber as a prisoner , to Waite a further censure ; your brothers Fault has pul'd a punishment upon your head , Which you must suffer . Evad. ' Ene what you please , your tyranny can't beare A shape so bad to make Evadne feare : Strong innocence shall guard my afflicted soule , Whose constancy shall tyranny controule . Exeunt . A noise within crying Rescue , Rescue . Enter Antonio and Guard , to them Giavanno and Taylers and Rescues him ; and beate them off . Enter a Officer meeting Machvile . Of. A troope of Taylers by force have tane Antonio from us , and have borne him ( spight Of the best resistance we could make ) unto some Secret place , we can not finde him . Ma. Screech owle dost know what thou hast said ? Death , finde him or you dye : O my crosse starres , He must not live to torture our next sence , But dye ; though he had no fault but innocence . Exit . Enter Giovanno , Antonio , and the old Tayler . Gi. Can this kindnesse merit your love ? Doe I deserve your sister ? An.

My sister ! worthy Tayler ; 't is a gift lyes not in me to give : aske something else , 't is thine , although it bee gain'd with the quite extinguishing of this ; this breath you gave mee .

Gi.

Have not I —

An.

Speake no further , I confesse you have bin all unto me , life , and being ; I breath but with your licence : will no price buy out your interest in me , but her love ? I tell thee Tayler , I have blood runs in mee , Spaine cannot match for greatnesse , next her Kings . Yet to requite thy love I le call thee friend , be thou Antonio's friend ; a favour nobles have thirsted for : will this requite thee ?

Gi.

Sir this may , but —

An.

My sister thou wouldst say most worthy Tayler , shee is not mine to give ; honour spake in my dying Father , 't is a sentence that 's Registred here , in Antonio's heart , I must not wed her , but to one in blood calls honour Father : Prethee be my friend , forget I have a sister ; in love I le bee more than a brother ; tho' not to mingle blood .

Gi.

May I not call her mistresse ?

An.

As a servant , far from the thoughts of Wedlocke .

Gi. I 'me yours , friend I am proud on 't ; you shall finde , That though a Tayler , I 'ave an honest mind . Pray Master helpe my Lord unto a Suite , his life Lyes at your mercy . 1 Tay.

I le warrant you .

An.

But for thy men .

1 Tay. O they are proud in that they rescued you , And my blood of honour ; since you are pleas'd To grace the now declining Trade of Taylers , By being shrouded in their homely cloaths , And decke a Shop-board with your noble person ; The taunting scornes , the foule mouth'd World , can throw upon our needfull Calling Shall be answered : They injure honour , since your honour is a Noble practitioner in our Mistery . Gi. Cheere up Antonio , take him in , The rest will make him merry ; I le goe try The temper of a sword upon some Shield That guards a foe . Pray for my good successe . Exit . 1 Tay. Come , come my Lord leave melancholy To hired slaves , that murther at a price : Yours was — An.

No more , flatter not my sin .

1 Tay.

You are too strikt a convertite , let 's in . Exit .

After a confused noyse within , Enter Raymond , Leonis , Gilberty hastily . Ra. What meanes this capering Eccho ? Or from whence did this so lively Counterfeit Of Thunder , breake out to liberty ? Gil.

'T is from the City .

Ra. It cannot be , their voyce , should out-roare Iove ; Our Army like a Bassiliske , has strucke Death through their eyes ; our number like a wind , Broke from the Icy prison of the North , Has froze the Portalls to their shivering hearts ; They scarce have breath enough to speake 't : A shoute within . They live . Gil.

't is certainely from thence .

Leo. Y' are deceived , poore Spaniards feare Ha's chang'd their elevated Gate to a dejection Their Planet strooke . Ra. 'T is from our jocond Fleet , my Genius prompts me ; They have already plough'd the unruly seas , And with their breasts , proofe 'gainst the battering Waves dasht the bigge billowes into angry froth , And spight of the contentious full mouth'd gods Of Sea and wind , have reach't the Citty frontiers , And begirt her Navigable Skirts . Againe : 't is so . againe within . Gil. My Creeds another way ; I have no faith but to the City . Alarum . Enter a Souldier bloody . Leo. Here 's one , Now we shall know : ha ! he appeares Like one compos'd of horrour . Ra.

What speakes thy troubled front ?

Leo.

Speak crimson Metor .

Ra.

Speake Prodigy , or on my sword thou fallst .

Sol. The bold Spaniards , setting aside al cold acknowledgment Of any oddes , or notice of the number our Army Is made proud with , sends from their Walls More lightning , than great Iove afrights The trembling world with , when the aire Is turned to muteny . Ra. Villaine thou lyest ; 'T were madnesse to beleeve thee . Foolish Spaine , may like those Giants , that Heapt hill on hill , mountaine on mountaine , To plucke Iove from heaven , who with A hand of vengeance flung 'em downe beneath The centure , and those Cloud contemning Mounts , Heav'd by the strength of their ambitious Armes , Became their Monuments : so Spaines rash Folly , from this arme of mine , shall find their Graves amongst the rubbish of their Ruin'd Cities . Enter a second souldier . What another ! thy hasty newes ? 2 Mess. The daring enemies have through their gates Made a victorious sally ; all our troopes Have joyntly like the dust before the wind , Made a dishonoured flight : Harke Alarum within . The Conquering foe makes hitherward . Ra. Runne to my Tent , fetch my Philippa : Slave why mov'st thou not ? 2 Mess.

The enemy 's upon us .

Ra. Shall I send thy coward soule down the strikes him . Vaults of Horrour : flye Villaine , or thou dyest . Alarum . Enter Machvill , Alerzo , Fulgentio , Pandolpho , with Philippa prisoner , Giovanno with Taylers . Mach. Let one post to my Castle , and conduct my Lady , Tell her I have a prisoner wou'd become proud In her forc't captivity to waite upon her beauty : Flye , let not the tardy clouds out-saile thee . Phil. Canst thou proud man thinke that Philipa's Heart , is humbled with her fortunes , ( no didst thou Bring all the rough tortures From the worlds Child-hood ) to this houre invented , And on my resolute body , proofe against paine , Practis'd Scicilian tyranny . My Gyant thoughts should like a cloud of wind , Contemning smoak , mingle with heaven : And not a looke so base , as to be pittied , shall Give you cause of triumph . Al.

'Fore heaven a fiery girle .

Ful.

A Masculine spirit .

Pan.

An Amazon .

Ra. See my Phillipa , her rich colour 's fled and like that foule The furrow fronted Fates have made an Anvill To forge diseases on , she 's lost her selfe With her fled beauty ; yet pale as she stands , She addes more glory to our churlish foe , Than bashfull Tycan to the Easterne world . Spaniards , she is a Conquest ; Rome , When her two neckt Eagles , aw'd the world Would have swum through their owne blood to purchase : Nor must you enjoy that jemme , the superstitious gods Would quarrell for , but through my heart . Courage brave friends , they 're valiant that can flye I' th mouth of danger ; 't is they winne , though dye . Gia. This Moore speakes truth , Wrapt in a voyce of thunder . Ra. Speake , my Philippa , what untutor'd slave Durst lay a rugged have upon thy softnesse ? Phi. 'T was the epitome of Hercules : No bigge Colossus , yet for strength farre bigger : A little person great with matchlesse Valour . Ra. What paines thou takest to praise Thine enemy . Phi. 'T were sinne to rob him , that has wasted so His blood for praise : this noble Souldier , he 'T was made me captive ; nor can he boast 'T was in an easie combate ; for my good Sword , now ravish'd from mine arme , forc'd crimson Drops , that like a goary sweat , buryed His manly body in oblivion : those that were Skild in his Effigies , as drunke with Lethe , had Forgot 't was hee ; till by the drawing of the Ruefull curtaine they saw in him their errour . Ra. A common Souldier owner of a strength worthy Such praise ? Dares he cope with the French Generall single ? Phi.

My Lord , you must strike quick and sure

Ra. Why pause you ? my Philippa must not stay , Ceptivity's infection . Ma.

We have the day .

Ra. Not till you conquer me : which if my arme Be not by Witch-craft rob'd of his late strength , Shall spinne your labour to an ample length . Ma.

Upon him then .

Gia. Ods is dishonourable combate : my lads Let s one to one ; I am for the Moore . Ale .

Thee .

Ful.

Tayler , you are too sawcy .

Gia.

Sawcy ?

Aler.

Vntutor'd groome , Mechanicke slave .

Gia. You have protection , by the Governours presence , Else my plumed Estrages , 't is not your feathers , More waighty than your heads , should stop My vengeance , but I 'de text my wrong In bloody Characters upon your pamperd flesh . Ful.

You wou'd ?

Gia.

By Heaven I would .

Ful.

You 'd be advis'd , and render up your life a Sacrifice to patience .

Gia.

Musk-Cat , i do make your Civet worship stinke first in your perfumed Buffe .

Ale .

Phlegmaticke slave .

Gia.

Bloud lesse Commanders .

Fu. Pa. Ale .

How .

Gia.

So .

Fu. Pa. Ale .

Let 's reward his boldnesse . They fall upon Giavanno .

Ma.

Whence this rashnesse ?

Ra.

Blest occation : le ts on 'em . The French whisper .

The French flye upon 'em : They turne to their guard , and beate 'em off .
Act Third .
Scene I. Enter Mach. Ful. Pan. Aler , Giavanno with Raimond Prisoner , and the rest of the Taylors .

All the Tail . A Tayler , a Tayler , a Tayler .

Gia. Raimond y' are now my prisoner : Blind Chance has favour'd where your thoughts , And hope she meant to ruine From our discord , which heaven has made victorious , You meant to strike a harmony should glad you . Ale .

'T is not to be borne : a Tayler ! Whisper .

Ful. 'T was an affront gales me to thinke on 't : Besides his sawcy valour might have ruin'd all Our forward fortunes , had the French been Stronger : let him be banish'd . Mac. It shall be so ; My feares are built on grounds Stronger than Atlas shoulders : this same Tayler Retaines a spirit like the lost Antonio ; Whose sister we will banish in pretence of Love to Justice ; 't is a good snare , to trap the Vulgar hearts : his , and her goods , to guild my Lawlesse doings , I le give the poore , whose tongues Are i' their bellies : which being full , Is tipt with heartlesse prayers ; but empty , A falling Planet is lesse dangerous ; they 'le downe to Hell for curses . You Tayler . Gia.

My Lord .

Ma.

Deliver up your prisoner .

Gia.

Y' are obey'd .

Ma. So : now we command on forfeit of thy Life , you be not seene in any ground our Masters Title circles , within three daies , Such a factious spirit we must not nourish : Least like the Fables Serpent , growne warme In your conceited worth , you sting Your Countries Breasts , that nurst your valour . Gi.

This my reward ?

Aler.

More then thy worth deserves .

Gi.

Pomander boxe thou lyest .

Ful.

Goe purge your selfe ; your Country vomits you .

Gi.

Slaves y' are not worth my anger .

Ful. Goe vent your spleene 'mongst Satyres , pen a Pamphlet , and call 't the Scourge of greatnesse . Aler.

Or Spaines ingratitude .

Gi. Yee are not worth my breath , Else I should curse you ; but I must weepe , Not that I part from thee unthankfull Spaine , But my Evadne , well , it must bee so : Heart keepe thy still tough temper spight of woe . Exit . Ma. My house shall be your prison , Attend 'em Colonell . Exit , Raimond , Philippa , Alerzo , Ful , Pana . mariet Taylers . Ful.

Please you walke ?

1 Tay.

My servant banisht .

3 Tay. Famist master ? nay saith and a Tayler Come to be famisht , 't is a hard World : No bread in this world here hoe , to save The renowned Corps of a Tayler from famishing ? 'T is no matter for drinke , give me bread . 2 Tay.

Thou hast a gut wou'd swallow a pecke Loafe .

3 Tay. I marry wou'd it with vantage ; I tell truth , And as the Proverbe sayes : shame the Divell ; If our Hell afford a Divell , but I see none Unlesse he appeare in a delicious remnant of Nim'd Sattin , and by my faith that 's a courteous Divill , that suffers the Brokers to hang him In their ragged Ward robe ; and us'd to sell his Divelship for mony : I tell truth , a Tayler And lye , faith I scorne that . 1 Tay.

Leave your discovery .

3 Tay. Master , a Traveller you know is famous for lying , And having travelled as farre as hell ; May not I make description of the unknowne Land ? 1 Tay. My braine is busie , Sebastiano must not tread an unknowne Land To finde out a Grave ; unfortunate Sebastiano , First to lose thy selfe in a disguise , unfitting for thy Birth , and then thy Country for thy too much vallour : There 's danger in being vertuous , in this Age Led by those sinfull Actors , the plunged stage , Of this vice-bearing World , would head-long fall But charitable vertue beares up all . I must invent , I ha 't , so : As he 's a Tayler ; he is banisht Spaine , As Sebastiano 't is revokt againe . Exit cum suis . Enter Machvile solus . Ma. How subtile are my springes , they take all ? With what swift speed unto my Chaffie baite Doe all Fowles fly , unto their hasty ruine ? Clap , clap your wings , and flutter greedy fooles , Whilst I laugh at your folly ; I have a Wier Set for the Moore , and his ambitious Consort ; Which if my wife wo'd second , they are sure . Enter Auristella . Au.

What must she second ?

Mach. Art thou there my love ? we 're in a path That leades us to a height , we may confront The Sun , and with a breath extinguish common Starres ; be but thou rul'd , the light That does create day to this City Must be derived from us . Au. You are my soule , and to my airy Wings , add quicker Feathers : what taske Wo'd not I run , to be cald Queene ? Did the life blood of all our Family Father and Mother , stand as a quicke wall To stop my passage to a Throne , I 'de with a Puniard ope their Azure veines , And squeese their active blood up into Clods , Till they become as cold as winters snow ; And as a bridge upon their trunkes i 'de goe . Ma. Our soules are twinnes , and thirst with equal heat For Deity : Kings are in all things Gods Saving mortality . Au. To be a Queene , what danger wo'd I run ? I 'de spend my life like to a Bare-foot Nun ; So I might sit above the lesser starrs Of small Nobility , but for a day . Mach. 'T is to be done sweet love an nearer way ; I have already with the suger'd baites Of Justice , liberallity , and all The Foxe like ginns , that subtile Statse-men Set to catch the hearts o' th giddy multitude : Which if it faile , as cautious policy Forbids , I build too strongly on their drunke Uncertaine Votes , I 'de have thee breake with My great Prisoners Wife , as I will Doe with him ; promise the states equall Devided halfe himselfe shall rule : So that if need compell us to take Armes , We may have forces from the Realme of France , To seate us in the Chaire of Government . Au. I never shall indure to walke as equall With proud Philippa , no ; ambitious soule Boyles in a thirsty flame of totall glory : I must be all , without a second flame To dim our luster . Mach. Still my very soule , thinkest thou I can indure Compeditor , or let an Ethiope sit by Machvils side , As partner in his honour ? no , as I have seene I' the Common-wealth of Players , one that did act The Thebane Creon's part ; with such a life I became ravisht , and on Raimond meane , To plot what he did one the caveling boyes of Oedipus . Whilst we graspe the whole dignity . Au.

As how sweet Machvile ?

Mach. It is not ripe my love , The King I heare applauds my justice : Wherefore I have sent order that Count Antonio Once being taken , be sent to Fill-ford Mill ; There ground to death . Au.

What for his wife ?

Mach. Thy envy : she I have banisht , And her goods to guard a shower of curses From my head , I 'ave given the poore . Au. Good pollicy , let 's home to our designes : I hate to be officious , ' yet my frowne Shall be dissolv'd to flattery for a Crowne . Exit . Mach.

Attend your Lady — so her forward spleene , Tickled with thought of greatnesse makes the Scene attempts run smooth : the haughty Moore shall bee the Lader , on whose servile backe I le mount to greatnesse , If calme peace deny me easie way .

Rough War shall force it , which done , Raimond And his Philippa must goe seeke an Empire in Elizium ; for to rule , predominance belongs Alone to me : slaves are unworthy rule , What state wo'd set a Crowne upon a a Mule ? Exit Antonio disguis'd sitting in a Closet . My soule is heavy , and my eye-lids feele The weighty power of lazy Morpheus : Each element that breathes a life within me Runs a contrary course , and conspire To counterfeit a Chaos : whilst the frame And weake supporters of my inward man ( Cracke ) as beneath the weight of Atlas burthen : A suddaine change , how my blear'd eye-lids strive To force a sleepe 'gainst nature . O you Powers That rule the better thoughts , if you have ought To act on my fraile body , let it be with eagles Speed ; or if your wills so please , Let my fore past and undejested wrongs O'rewhelme my thoughts , and sinke me to the ground With their no lesse then deaths remembrances . Cease bastard slave , to clog my sences With the leaden weights of an unwilling sleepe ; unlesse Thy raw-bon'd brother joyne his force , and make A seperation twixt my aiery soule , And my all earthly body : I am o're come , heaven worke your wills , my breath , Submits to this us 't would submit to death . Sleepes . Soft Musicke , Love descends halfe way then speakes . Sleepe intranced man , but be Wakefull in thy fancy ; see Love hath left his Pallace faire , And beates his wings against the ayre , To ease thy panting breasts of ill : Loves a Phisitian , our Will Must be obey'd ; therefore with hast To Flanders fly , the ecchoing blast Of Fame shall usher thee along , And leave thee pester'd in a throng Of searching troubles , which shall be But Bug-beares to thy constancy . Enter from one side death , and from the other side Aurelia , Death strikes three times at Antonio , and Aurelia diverts it . Exit severally . What this same shadow seemes to be , In Flanders thou shalt reall see ; The Maid that seem'd to conquer Death , And give thee longer leafe of breath , Dotes on thy aire ; report hath bin Lavish in praysing thee unseene . Make hast to Flanders , time will be Accus'd of slothfulnesse , if she Be longer tortur'd : doe not stay , My power shall guide thee on the way . assended . Enter Giovanno and the old Tayler . Gio.

He is asleepe .

Old Tay. See how he strugles , as if some visions Had assum'd a shape fuller of horrour Then his troubled thoughts . Gio. His conscience gripes him to purpose : see he wakes ; Let us observe . Ant. Stay gentle power , leave Hostage that thy promise Thou 'lt performe , And I will offer to thy Diety More then my lazy heart has offer'd yet . But stay Antonio , can thy easie faith Give credit to a dreame ? an aiery vision , Fram'd by strangling fancy , to delude weake Sence with a gay nothing ? recollect thy selfe , Advise thee by thy feares , it may force hence This midnights shade of griefe ; And guild it with a morne as fall of joy . As do's bright Phaebus to our Easterne World , When blushing he arises from the lap Of Sea-greene Thetis to give a new day birth . Gio.

Why how now friend , what talking to thy selfe ?

Ant. O Giovanno 't is my unpartiall thoughts , That rise in war against my guilty conscience ; O it stings me ! Old Tay. Be more a man , shrinke not beneath a weight So light , a child may beare it ; for beleeve me , If my Propheticke feare deceive me not , You had done an act , Spaine should for ever praise Had you kild Machvile to . Ant. As how good Master ? I must call you so ; This is your Livery . Old . O y' are noble Tayler . But to Machvile It was my chance , being sent for , by his wife To take the measure of their noble prisoner ; Who when I came was busie , being plac'd Into a roome , where I might easily heare Them talke of Crownes , and Kingdomes ; And of two that should be partners in this End of Spaine . Gio.

Who were they ?

Old . Machvile and Raimond , at last Machvile laught Saying , for this I made the Governour To crosse Antonio at the Counsell bord : Knowing that one must , if not both sho'd dye . Ant.

Did he say this ?

Old . He did , and added more under a feigned show Of love to Justice , banisht your sister . Gio.

Is Evadne banisht ?

Old .

She is , and as I ghesse to Flanders , her woman too has left her .

Ant. Nay droope not friend ; Host , pray tell proud Machvile , I have a sword left to chastise A Traitor : come , let 's goe seeke Evadne . Gio. O Antonio , the suddaine griefe almost , distracts Thy friend ; but come , let 's goe each severall , And meete at Fill-ford : if thou findest Evadne , Beare her unto the Castle . Exit . Ant.

Farewell good master . Exit .

Old . O you honour me . Bootelesse were all perswasions , they 'le not stay . I 'le to the King ; this treason may become Like a disease , out of the reach of Phisicke : And may infect past care if let alone . Exit . Enter Raymond and Philippa : Phi. Erect thy head my Raymond , be more tall Then daring Atlas , but more safely wise : Sustaine no burthen but the politicke care : Of being great ; till thou atcheive the Cities Axeltree , and wave it as thou list . Ray. Hast thou no skill in Magick , that thou hits So just upon my thoughts , thy tongue is tipt Like Natures miracle ; that drawes the steele With unresisted violence : I can not keepe A secret to my selfe , but thy prevailing Rhetoricke ravishes and leaves my breast Like to an empty Casket , that once was blest With keeping of a Iewell I durst , not trust the Ayre with , 't was so precious : pray be carefull . Phi.

You doe not doubt me ?

Ray.

No , were you a woman made of such course ingrediances as the common , which in our triveall phrase we call meere women ; I wou'd not trust thee with a Cause so weighty , that the discovery did indanger this , this haire ; that when 't is gone a Linxe cannot misse it : but you are — I want expressions , 't is not common words can speake you truely , you are more than woman .

Phi. My Lord you know my temper , and how to Win upon my heart . Ray. I must be gone , and post a messenger , France must supply what wants to make thee great ; An Army my Philippa , which these people Snoring in pride of their last victory , Doe not so much as dreame on ? Nor shall , till they be forced to yeeld their voyces At our election ; which will be ere long . Phi. O 't is an age , I 'de rather have it sed , Philippa then a prisoner were dead . Exit . Enter a Crimenall Iudge and Officers , with Antonio , Petrucio and Aurelio meete him with servants . Iud. Captaine Petruchio , take this condemned man Into your charge , it is Antonio once a Spanish Count , till his rash folly , with his Life made forfeit of his honour ; he Was found travelling to your Castle , 'T was Heavens will that his own feet Should with a willing pace conduct him to his ruine : For the murther he must be ground to death In Filford Mill , of which you are the Governour : Here my Commision in its end give strength to yours , He 's your charge : farewell , His death must be with speed . Exit with his . Ant. Deceive me not good glasses , your lights In my esteeme never till now was precious , 'T is the same , I 't is the very same I sleeping saw . Au. Is this the man Fame speakes so nobly of ? O love , Aurelio never untill now Could say he knew thee ; I must desemble it . Pet.

Come sir to my Castle .

Au. Fie on you sir , to kill a Governor it is a fact Death cannot appeare too horrible to punish . Ant. Can this be truth ? O shallow , shallow man To credit aire , beleeve there can be substance In a cloud of thickned smoake , as truth hid in a dreame ; Yes there is truth , that like a scrowle fetcht from An Oracle , betrayes the double dealing of the gods ; Dreames that speake all of joy doe turne to griefe , And such bad Fate deludes my light beleefe . Pet. Away with him Exeunt . Aurelius solus . Oft have I heard my brother with a tongue Proud of the Office , prais'd this lovely Lord ; And my trapt soule old with a eager hast Draw in the breath , and now : O Aurelia , Buried with him must all thy joy thou hast For ever sleepe ; and with a pale consumption , Pittying him wit thou thy selfe be ruin'd ? He must not dye , if there be any way Reveal'd to the distressed , I will find it : Assist a poore lost Virgin some good power , And lead her to a path , whose secret tract May guide both him and me unto our safety . Be kind good wits , I never untill now Put you to any trouble ; 't is your Office , To helpe at need this little world you live by : Not yet ! O dulnesse ! doe not make me mad — I hav 't blest braine ; now shall a womans wit Wrestle with Fate , and if my plot but hit : Come off with wreaths , my duty nay may all , I must forsake lest my Antonio fall . Exit .
Act Fourth .
Scene 1. Enter Giovanno mad , solus . NOt finde Evadne I sure some wanton wind Has snacht her from the earth into the aire ; Smooth Zephers faines the tresses of her haire , Whilst slicke Favonious playes the fawning slave ; And hourely dyes , making her breasts his grave : O false Evadne , is Giovanno's love That has out-done all merrit for thy sake So light , that winde out-weighs it ? No , no ; no ; Evadne is all vertue , Sweet as the breath of Roses ; and as chast , As Virgin Lillies in their infancy : Downe you deluding Ministers of Ayre : Evadne is not light , though she be faire : Dissolve the counterfeit : ha , ha , ha , ha . See how they shrinke : why so , now I will love you : Goe search into the hollowes of the earth , And finde my love , or I will chaine you up To eternity : see , see ; who 's this ? O I know him now . So , ho , ho : so , ho , ho , not heare ? 'T is Phoeton : no , 't is an heire got Since his fathers death , into a Cloake of gold Out-shines the Sunne ; the head-strong horses Of Licentious youth have broke their Reines And drawne him through the Signes of all libidinousnes , See , from the whorish front of Capra , He 's tumbling downe as low as beggery . O , are you come grimme Tartors Radamonte Goe aske of Pluto if he have not tane Evadne to his smoky Common-wealth , And ravisht her ? begon , why stirre you not ? Ha , ha , ha , the devill is afraid . Evad.

Helpe , a Rape . Within .

Ban.

Stop her mouth .

Gia. Who calls for helpe ? t is my Evadne ; I It was her voyce that gave the Eccho life ; That cry'd a Rape : Divell dost love a wench ? Who was thy Pander , ha ? What saucy friend Durst lay his unpard Fangs on my Evadne ? Come I le swimme unarmed o're Acheron , And sinke grimme Charon in his fiery Boate . Evad.

Murther : a Rape . Within .

Gia.

I come , I come . Exit .

Enter the Bandetos dragging Evadne by the haire ; she drops a Scarfe . Exeunt . Enter Giovanno againe . Gio. I cannot finde her yet , The King of Flames protests she Is not there : but hang him Rogue , They say he 'le lye ; O how my glutted spleene Tickles to thinke how I have payd the slave ? I made him lead me into every hole : Ha , ha , ha , what crying was ther there ? Here on a Wheele , turn'd by a Furies hand , Hangs a distracted States-man , that had spent The little wit Heaven to strange purpose lent him , To suppresse right , make beggers , and get meanes To be a Traytor . Ha , ha , ha , and here A Vsurer fat with the curses of so many heires His Extortion had undone , sate to the Chin In a warme bath , made of new melted gold ; And now and then a draught past through his throat : He fed upon his god ; but he being angry Scalded his Chops . Right against him Stood a fool'd Gallant , chain'd unto a post , And lasht by Folly for his want of wit . The reeling drunkard and plumpe glutton stood Making of faces , close by Tantalus : But dranke and fed on Aire . The whore-master tyed to a painted Punke , Was by a Fury termed insatiate Lust , Whipt with a blade of fire . And here — What 's here ! 't is my Evadnes vale ; 't is hers I know 't : Some slave has ravish'd my Evadne : Well , There breaths not such an impious slave in hell : Nay , it is hers , I know it too too plaine : Your breath is lost , 't is hers , you speake in vaine . Exit . Thunder and Lightning . Enter the Bandetoes with Evadne by the Haire . Capt. Come , bring her forward , tye her to that tree , Each man shall have this turne : Come Minion , You must squench the raging flames of my Concupisence : what doe you weep , you Puritanicall Punke : I shall tickle mirth Into you by and by : Trotter , good Trotter post Unto my Cell , make compound of Muskadine And egges ; for the truth is , I am a Gyant in my Promises but in the act a Pigmy : I am old , and Cannot doe as I have done ; good Trotter Make all convenient speed . Trot.

Faith Master if you cann't , here 's them that can ferrit in a Cunny burrow without a provocative , I le warrant you : good Master let me beginne the health .

Cap. No more I say : it is a percell of excellent Mutton : I le cut it up my selfe : come Minion . Exit Trot. The Captaine takes his dagger and mindes it about her haire , and sticks it in the ground : Thunder and Lightning . Evad. Kill me ; Oh kill me : Rather let me dye , Than live to see the jewell that adornes The soules of vertuous Virgins ravisht from me . Doe not adde sinne to sinne , and at a price That ruines me , and not enriches you , Purchase damnation : doe not , doe not do 't : Sheath here your sword , and my departing soule , Like your good Angell , shall sollicit heaven To dash out your offences : let my flight Be pure and spotlesse : doe not injure that , Man-hood wou'd blush to thinke on . it is all A maids Divinity : wanting her life She 's faire Coarse : wanting her chastity , A spotted soule of living infamy . Cap.

Hang Chastity .

3 Ban.

A very voyce . Enter Trotter .

Trot.

O Captaine , Captaine , yonder 's the mad Orlando the furious , and I thinke he takes me for — What doe you call him ?

Cap.

What Meder ?

Trot.

1 , 1 , Meder : the Divell Meder him , he has so nudled me — O here he comes ; I le be gone . Exit .

Enter Giovanno . Gio. Stay Satyre ; stay ; you are too light of foote , I cannot reach your paces , prethee stay . What Goddesse have you there ? sure 't is Evadne : Are you the Dragons that ne're sleepe but watch The golden fruit of the Hisperides : Ha , then I am Hercules ; flye yee ? Sure that face dwelt on Evadnes shoulders . He beates them off , and unbindes Evadne , Evad. O thou preserver of neare lost Evadne , What must my weaknesse pay ? Gio.

'T is , 't is she ; she must not know I 'me mad .

Evad. Assist me some good power , ( it is my friend ) Make me but wise enough to resolve my selfe . Gio. It may be 't is not she ; I le aske her name . What are you cald sweet goddesse ? Evad.

They that know me mortall , terme me Evadne .

Gio.

T is she : I , I , t is she .

Evad. Pray you sir , unto the bond of what I owe you , Which is a poore distressed Virgins life , adde This one debt : what are you ? Gio. Not worth your knowledge : I am a poore , A very , very poore despised thing : but say I pray , are you sure your name 's Evadne ? Evad. T is questionlesse my Tayler . I am she , ( Receive me to your armes ) not alter'd In my heart , though in my cloaths . Gio. I doe believe you , indeed I doe ; but stay I don't Are you a Maid , a Virgin , pray tell me ? For my Evadne could not tell me a lye ; speak , I shall love you , though that Jewell's gone . Evad I am as spotlesse , thanke your happy selfe That sav'd me from those Robbers , as The child which yet is but a jelly , 't is so yong . Gio. No more , no more , trust me I doe believe you . So many slaves , whose flaming appetites , Wou'd in one night ravish a throng of Virgins , And never feele degression in their heate . I le after and murther all . Evad.

How doe you ?

Gio.

Well , very well : be like you thinke I 'me mad .

Evad.

You looke distractedly .

Gio. T is but your thoughts , indeed I me wondrous well . How faire she lookes after so foule a deede ? It cannot be she should be false to me : No , thou' rt mad to think so . Foole , O foole , Thinkst thou those slaves , having to faire a marke Wou'd not be Shooting ? yes , they wou'd , they have , Evadne is flye-blowne , I cannot love her . Evad.

What say you sweet ?

Gio. The innocence that sits upon the face Sayes she is chast , the guilty cannot speake So evenly as she does : guilty , said , I ! Alas it were not her fault , were she ravish't . O madnesse , madnesse , whither wilt thou beare me ? Evad. His fences are unsetled ; I le goe seeke Some holy man to rectifie his wits . Sweet will you goe unto some Hermits Cell ? You looke as you lackt rest . Gio. She speaks like to an Angel , she 's the same As when I saw her first , as pure , as chast . Did she retaine the substance of a sinner , For she is none , her breath wo'd then be sower , And betray the rankenesse of the act but Her chast sighes beget as sweet a dew As that of May . Why weepes Evadne , truely I 'me not mad ? See , I am tame , pray leade me where you plese . Exeunt . A Banquet is set forth , Enter Petruchio , Aurelia , with two servants bringing Antonio , a sleepe in a Chaire , and set him to the Table . Pet The drinke has done its part effectually , 'T was a strong powder that could hold his sences So fast that this removing so full of noise , Had not the power to wake him . Aur. Good Father let Aurelia , your daughter , Doe this same act of Justice , let me tread the pin : The fact of his being so foule , so hatefull , Has lent me through a maid such fortitude . Pet. Thou hast thy wish , do 't boldly , 't is a deed That in the ignorance of elder ages , Wou'd be thought full of merit : Be not daunted . Aur. I have a thought tel's me it is religious , To sacrifice a murtherer to death ; Especially one that did act a deed , So generally accounted odious . Pet. By holy ( Iaques ) I 'me a governour . And should my life ; ( though , by the hand of him My duty does call King ) be stroke i' th aire ; My injur'd corps should not forsake the earth Till I did see 't reveng'd : be resolute ; thy foot Is guided by a power , that though unseene , Is still a furtherer of good attempt . Aur. Pray sir lend me the Key of the backe ward , For though my conscience tells me 't is an act I may hereafter boast off ; yet i le passe unto our Ladies Chappell when t is done , to be confest Ere I am seene of any . Pet. I am proud to see thee so well given . Take 'em girle , and with 'em take my prayers . Aur. He wakes , pray leave me sir . Exit Pet. So I le make fast the doore , Goodnesse beare witnesse 't is a potent power Out-weighs my duty . Ant. Amazement ! oh what tentors doe you stretch ? O how this alteration wracks my reason , i 'me To find the Axeltree on which it hangs ? Am I asleepe ? Aur. Shake thy wonder off , and leave that seate , 'T was set to sinke thy body for ever From the eyes of humane sight ; To tell thee how wou'd be a fatall meanes To both our ruines — briefly my love Has broke the Bands of nature with my father , To give your being . Ant. Happy , happy vision , the blest preparative To this same houre , my joy wo'd burst me else . Aur.

Receive me to thy armes .

Ant. I would not wish to live but for thee , life were A trouble ; welcome to my soule . Au. Stand , I have a Ceremony , to offer to our Safetry ere we goe . She takes Dugge and tye sit to the Chaire , shee stampes : The Chaire and Dogge descends , a Pistoll shot within : a noise of a Mill . Had not my love like a kind branch Of some o're looking tree , catcht thee , Thou 'dst fallen , never to looke upon the world againe . Ant.

What shall I offer to my life , preserver ?

Aur. Onely thy heart , Crown'd with a wreath of love , Which I will ever keep ; and in exchange Deliver mine . Ant.

Thus I deliver , in this kisse receive 't .

Aur.

In the same forme Aurelia yeelds up hers .

Ant,

What noise is that ? A noise .

Aur.

I feare my Father .

Ant.

What 's to be done ?

Aur. Through the backe ward , of which I have The Key ; wee le suddeinly make scape , Then in two Gownes of which I am provided , Wee le cloath our selves till we be past all feare . Ant. Be 't as you please , 't is my good genious will Thee I obey : command , i le follow still . Exeunt . Enter Petruchio with servants . Pet. She 's gone unto her prayers , may every bead Draw downe a blessing on her ; that like seed May grow into a Harvest : 't is a girle My age is proud of , she 's indeed the Modell Of her dead Mothers vertues , as of shape . Beare hence this Banquet . Exit with the Banquet . Giovanno is discovered sleeping in the lap of Evadne . Evad. Thou silent god , that with the leaden Mace Arresteth all ( save those prodigious birdes ) That are Fates Heraulds to proclaime all ill ; Deafe Giovanno , let no fancied noise Of ominous Screech owles , or night Ravens voyce Affright his quiet sences : let his sleepe Be free from horrour , or unruly dreames ; That may beget a tempest in the streames Of his calme reason : let 'em run as smooth , And with as great a silence , as those doe That never tooke an injury ; where no wind Had yet acquaintance : but like a smooth Cristall , Dissolv'd into a water that never frown'd , Or knew a voyce but musicke . Enter Antonio and Aurelia in Hermits gownes . Holy Hermits , for such your habits speake you , Joyne your prayers with a distressed Virgins ; That the wits of this distracted yong man May be setled . Ant.

Sure 't is my sister , and that sleeping man

Giovanno .

She loves him still . Hee wakes .

Gio. O what a blessednesse am I bereft of ! What pleasure has the least part of a minute Stollen from my eyes : me thought I did imbrace A Brother and a friend ; and both Antonio . Evad.

Blest be those gentle powers that —

Gio. What Evadne — have deceived my eyes , Take heede Evadne , worship not a dreame , 'T is of a smoaky substance , and will shrinke Into the compasse of report ; that 't was : And not reward the labour of a word Were it substantiall : Could I know but see That man , of men ; i 'de by my practice Of Religious prayers , add to the Kalender One Holy-day , and keepe it once a yeare . Ant.

Behold Antonio .

Evad.

Brother . To Antonio .

Aur.

Brother . To Giovanno .

Ant. What earth-quake shakes my heart , With what a speed she flew into his armes ! Evad. Some power that hearkens to the prayer of virgins , Has bin distill'd to pitty at my Fortunes ; And made Evadne happy . Aur. Now my longing that was growne big , Is with your sight delivered of a joy , That will become a Giant ; and overcome me . Welcome , thrice welcome brother . Ant. Ha , her brother ! Fortune has bound me So much in their debts , I must dispaire to pay 'em : Twice has my life bin by these twins of goodnesse Pluckt from the hand of death ; that fatall emnity Betweene our houses here shall end , Though my Father at his death commanded me To eternity of hatred : What tye binds stronger then Reprieve from death ? Come hither friend ; now brother , take her , Thou hast bin a noble Tayler . Gio. Be moderate my joyes , doe not o're whelme me Here take Aurelia , may you live happy : O Antonio this , this was the cause of my disguise ; Sebastine could not win Evadne's love , But Giovanno did ; come now to our fathers Castle . Ant. Pardon me ; there is a barre that does Concerne my life forbids you as a friend , To thinke on going to any place But to , the Taylers house , which is not farre : Come , as we goe I will relate the cause . Aur.

Doe good brother .

Evad.

Goe good Sebastiano .

Gio. Sebastine is your Page , and bound to follow , Leade on . Ant. O noble temper I admire thee ! may The world bring forth such Taylers every day . Exeunt . Enter three Taylers on a Shop board . 1 Tay. Come , come let 's worke ; For if my guesses point the right , we sha'nt Worke long . 3 Tay. I care not how soone , for I have a notable Stomacke to bread . 2 Tay Dost heare , I suspect that Courtier my master Brought in last night , to be the King ; Which if it be bullies , all the bread in the Towne sha'nt satisfie us , for we will eate Cum Privelegio . 1 Tay.

Come let 's have a device , a thing , a song Boy

3 Tay.

Come an aire —

The Song . 1 Tay , 'T is a merry life we live , All our worke is brought unto us ; Still are getting , never give ; For their Cloaths all men doe woe us : Yet unkind they blast our Names , With aspertions of dishonour : For which we make bold with their Dames , When we take our measure on her . All Tay.

For which wee , &c.

Enter Antonio , Giovanno , and the old Tayler ,

Old Tay . You see the life we live , cease .

Ant.

O 't is a merry one .

Gio.

It is no newes to me , I have bin us'd to 't .

Old Tay. Now for discovery , the King as yet Is ignorant of your names , and shall be Till your merits beg your pardon . My Lord you are for Machvile ; take this gowne . Ant.

Pray for success . Exit Ant.

Old Tay. You in this French disguise for proud Philippa ; This is her garment . I heare the King , be gone : The French mans folly sit upon your tongue . Exeunt . Enter the King , Evadne and Aurelia . King . Beleeve me Tayler you have out-stript the Court , For such perfections lives not every where , Nature was vext as she 's a very shrew , She made all others in an angry mood ; These onely she can boast for Master-peeces : The rest want something or in mind or forme , These are precisely made : a Critticke Jury , Of cavelling Arts cannot condemne a scruple . Aur. But that your entrance in this formall speech Betray'd you are a Courtier ; I had bin angry At your Ranke flattery . King .

Can you say so ?

Evad.

Sir , she has spoke my meaning .

King .

Friend , what are those beauties cald ? aside .

Old Tay.

Your graces pardon .

King . Are they Oracle , or is the knowledge fatall ? But that I know thy faith , this deniall Wou'd conjure a suspition in my breast ; Vse thy prerogative , 't is thy owne house In which you are a King ; and I your guest . Come ladies . Exeunt . Enter Antonio disguis'd like a Physitian . This habite will doe well , and lesse suspected ; Rapt i'th is cover lives a Kingdomes plague , They kill with licence ; Machviles proud dame 'T is fam'd is sicke , upon my soule , how ere Her health may be the Aguesh commons cry ; She 's a disease they groane for : this disguise Shall sift her Ebon soule , and if she be Infectious , like a Meagrome , or rot limbe ; The sword of Justice must devide the joynt That holds her to the States indanger'd body . Shee comes . Enter Machvile with Auristella leaning on his arme , with two Servants . Mach. Looke up my Auristella ; Better the Sun forsake his course to blesse , With his continuing beames the Antipodes , And we grovell for ever in eternall night , Then death ecclipse thy rich and stronger light . Seeke some physitian , horrour to my soule , she faints ; I 'de rather lose the issue of my hopes , than Auristella . Ant.

Issue of his hopes , strange ; aside .

Mach. The Crownes injoynement can yeeld no content , Without the presence of my Auristilla . Ant.

Crownes injoyment , O villaine ,

Mach. Why stirre you not ? fetch me some skilfull man , My Kingdome shall reward him ; if his Art Chaine her departing soule unto her flesh , But for a day , till she be crown'd a Queene : Fly , bring him unto this walke . Ant. Stay , Most honour'd Count , ( now for a forged linke aside . Of flattery to chaine me to his love ; ) Having with studious care gone o're the Art Folly tearmes Magick , which more sublime soules Skil'd i' the Starrs , know is above that mischiefe ; I finde you 're borne to be 'bove vulger greatnesse , Even to a Throne : but stay , let 's fetch this Lady . Mach.

All greatnesse without her is slavery .

Ant.

Vse modest violence .

Au.

Oh .

Ant.

Stand wider , give her aire .

Mach. God-like Physitian , I and all that 's mine , Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice . Ant. Forefend it goodnesse ; I , nay all ; E're many houres makes the now yong day A type of sparkeling youth ; shall on their knees Pray for your highnesse . Mach. Looke up my Auristella , and be great ; Rise with the Sun , but never to decline , Aur.

What have you done ?

Mach.

Wak'd thee to be a Queene .

Aur. A Queene ! O don't dissemble ; you have rob'd me Of greater pleasure , than the fancied blisse Elizium ownes : O for a pleasure reall , that Wo'd appeare in all unto my dreame : that I may Frowne , and then kill ; smile , and create againe . Were there a Hell , as doting age wo'd have , To fright from lawlesse courses heed lesse youth : For such a short liv'd happinesse as that , I wo'd be lost unto eternity . Mach. The day growes old in houres : Come Auristella to the Capitall ; The Gray-beard Senate shall on humble knees , Pay a Religious Sacrifice of praise Unto thy demy Deity : the Starrs Have in a generall Senate made thee Queene Of this our world : Great master of thy Art , Confirme my love . Ant.

Madam —

Mach Nay heare him love , beleeve me he 's a man That may be Secretary to the gods ; He is alone in Art , 't were sin to name A second ; all are dunces to him . Ant.

How easie is the faith of the ambitious .

Mach.

Follow me to the Counsell . Exit .

Au. Are you the man my husband speakes so high of ? Are you skill'd i' the Starres ? Ant.

Yes Madam .

Au. Your habit sayes , or you abuse the custome , You 're a Physitian ? Ant.

Madam i 'me both .

Au.

And dee' find no let that stops my rysing .

Ant.

Not any .

Au. Away , your skill is dull , dul to dirision . There is a Star fixt i' the heaven of greatnesse , That sparkles with a rich and fresher light , Than our sicke and defective Taper . Ant.

It may be so , the horiscope is troubled ;

Au. Confusion take your horiscope and you . Can you with all your Art advise my feares , How to confound this constellation . Ant. Death how she conjures ; Madam I must search into the Planets . Au. Planet me no planets ; be a Physitian , And from your study of industrious poisons , Fetch me your best experienc'd speedy one , And bring it to me straight : what 't is to doe , Like unresolved riddles hid from you . Exit . Ant. Planet said I ; upon my life no planet Is so swift as her nere resting evill , That 's her tongue : well i 'le not question What the poisons for , if for her selfe , The common Hangman 's eas'd the labour of a blow , For if she live her head must certaine off ; The poison i le goe get , and give it her , Then to the King : If Sebastiano's Frenchified disguise Purchase the like discovery , our eyes Will be too scanty ; we had need to be All eye , to watch such haughty villany . Exit . Enter Giovanno and Philippa . Gio.

Begare Madam me make de gowne so brave ; O , de hole vorle vorke be me patron , me ha vorke for le grand Duches le Shevere , le Royne de Francia , Spanea de Angleter an all d'fine Madamosels .

Phi.

Nay Monsier to deprive desert of praise , is unknown Language , troth I use it not ; nay it is verry well .

Gio.

Be me trot a Madam never doe ill , de English man do ill , de Spanere doe , de Duch , de all doe ill , but your Franch man , and begare he doe incomparable brave .

Phi.

Y' are too proud on 't

Gio.

Begare me noe proud i de vorle , me speake be me trot de trut , ang me noe lye ; metra Madam begare you have de find bode a de vorle , O de fine brave big ting me have ever measure , me waire fit it so pat .

Enter Raimond . Phi. Welcome my Lord , Shall I still long , yet lose my longing still ? Is there no Art to mount the lofty seat ? No Engin that may make us ever great ? Must we be still stil'd Subjects , and for feare Our closest whispers reach the owing care , Not trust the wind ? Ray . Be calme my love , Ha , who have we here an eues dropper . Gio. Me Signior , Be povera ientle homa a Franch A votre commandement . Phi.

My Tayler ,

Gio.

We Monsier de Madam Tayler .

Ray. Some happy genius does attend my wishes , Or spirit like a Page conducts unto me The Ministers , whose sweet must sent me easie . Come hither French man , canst thou rule thy tongue ? Art not too much a woman ? Gio.

No begar me show someting for de man .

Ray. Or canst thou be like a perverse on , professe dogednes ? Be as a dead man dumbe , briefly be this : A friend to France , and with a silent speed , Post to our now approaching armed friends : Tell them that Raimond e're the hasty Sand Of a short houre be spent , shall be impal'd , And on his brow a Deputy for France , Support a golden wreath of Kingly cares : Bid 'em make hast to plucke my partner downe Into his Grave ; be gone , as thou nursest In thy breast thoughts that doe thirst For noblenesse : be secret and thou' rt made ; If not , thou' rt nothing . Marke , 't is Raimond sayes it : And as I live , I breath not , if my deedes Appeare not in a horrour 'bove my words . Gio.

Begar me no nedde threaten ; me be as close to your secret , or my Ladyes secrets as de skin to de flesh ; de flesh to de bone : if me tell me de — vat , de ye call de modero de Dog , de Bich ; call me de son o de Bich .

Enter Fulgentio . Ful.

Count Machvile waites your honour i' th Hall .

Ray. Do 't , and be more then common in our favour ; Here take this Ring for thy more credit : Farewell , be quicke and secret . Exeunt . Gio. Folly goe from my tongue , the French so nigh , And thou halfe ruin'd Spaine , so wretchedly provided ; Strange , yet not , all Countries have bread monsters : 'T is a Proverbe as plaine as true , and aged as 't is both : One tainted Sheepe mares a whole flocke . Machvile that tainted beast , whose spreading ills Infecteth all ; and by infecting kills . I le to the Franch , what he intends to be Our ruine ; shall confound their villany . Exit .
Act Fifth .
Scene 1. Enter the King , Antonio , old Taylor , Evadne , Aurelia , the King and Antonio whisper . King . FOr this discovery be still Antonio , The frowning Law , may with a furrowed face Hereafter looke upon ; but nere shall touch They condemn'd body . Here from a Kings hand , Take thy Aurelia ; our command shall smooth The rising billowes of her Fathers rage , And charme it to a calme : let one be sent To certifie our pleasure , we wo'd see him . Old Tay.

Your graces Wil shall be in all obey'd .

King .

Thy loyall love , makes thy King poore .

Old Tay. Let not your judgement , Royall sir , be question'd , To terme that love , was but a subjects duty . Exit . King .

You sent the poyson , did you ?

Ant. Yes , and it like your grace , the Apothecary Cald it a strong provocative to madnesse . King .

Did not he question what you us'd it for ?

Ant. O my disguise saved him that labour , sir , My habit , that was more Physitian than my selfe , Told him 't was to dispatch some property That had beene torter'd with five thousand drugges To try experiment : another man Sha'nt buy the quantity of so much Rats-bane Shall kill a Flea , but shall be had forsooth Before a Justice , be question'd ; nay , perhaps Confin'd to peepe throw an Iron grate : When your Physitian may poyson , who Not , cum privilegio : it is his trade . Enter Giovanno . Evad.

O my Sebastine .

Gio.

Peace my Avadne , the King must not yet know me .

Evad.

My brother has already made you knowne .

Gio.

Wil 't please your Highnesse ?

King . What Sabastiano , to be still a King Of Universall Spaine , without a Rivall ? Yes , it does please me , and you ministers Of my still growing greatnesse , shall e're long Find I am pleas'd with you , the boldly durst Plucke from the fixed arme of sleeping Justice Her long sheath'd sword ; and whet the rusty blade Upon the bones of Machville , and his Confederate Rebells . Gio. That my Lord is yet to doe , let him mount higher . That his fall may be too deep for a resurrection ; They 're gone to the great Hall , whither wilt please your Grace disguised to goe , your person by our care shall be Secure . Their French troopes I have sent as uselesse into France , by vertue of Raimonds Ring , which he gave Me to bid the Generall by that token To march to this City . King .

What say the Colonells will they assist me ?

Ant.

Doubt not my Lord .

King . Come then , le ts goe guarded , with such as you 'T were sinne to feare , were all the world untrue . Exeunt . Enter Taylers . Old .

Now for the credit of Taylers .

3 Tay. Nay , Master and we doe not act as they say , With any Players in the Globe of the world , Let us be baited like a Bull for a company of Strutting Coxecombes : nay we can act I can tell you . Old . Well I must to the King ; see you be perfect , I le move it to his Highnesse . Exit . 1 Tay.

Now my Masters are we to doe ; d' e marke me , doe —

3 Tay.

Doe ; what doe ? Act , act , you foole you , do said you , what doe ? you a Player , you a Plasterer , a meere durt dawber ; and not worthy to bee mentioned with Virmine , that exact Actor : doe , I am asham'd on 't , fie .

2 Tay.

Well said Virmine , thou ticklest him y'faith .

4 Tay.

Doe , pha .

1 Tay.

Well play ; we are to play a play .

3 Tay.

Play a play a play , ha , ha , ha ; O egredious nonsensensicall wigeon , thou shame to our crosse-legg'd corporation ; thou fellow of a sound , play a play ; why forty pound golding of the beggers Theater speakes better , yet has a marke for the sage audience to exercise their dexterity , in throwing of rotten apples whilst my stout Actor pockets , and then eates up the injury : play a play , it makes my worship laugh yfaith .

2 Tay.

To him Virmine , thou bitst him yfaith .

1 Tay.

Well , act a Play before the King .

2 Tay.

What play shall we act ?

3 Tay.

To fret the French the more , we will act strange but true , or the stradling Mounsieur , with the Neopolitan Gentleman between his legges .

2 Tay.

That wo'not act well .

3 Tay.

O giant of incomperable ignorance : that wo'not act well , ha , ha , that wo'not doe well , you Asse you .

2 Tay.

You bit him for saying doe : Virmine leave biting you 'd best .

1 Tay.

What say you to our Spanish Bilbo ?

3 Tay.

Who Ieronimo ?

1 Tay.

I .

3 Tay.

That he was a mad rascall to stab himselfe .

1 Tay.

But shall wee act him ?

2 Tay.

I let us doe him .

3 Tay.

Doe againe , ha .

2 Tay.

No , no , let us act him .

3 Tay.

I am content .

1 Tay. Who shall act the Ghost . 3 Why marry that will I , I Virmine . 1 Thou dost not looke like a Ghost . 3. A little Players deceite : flower will doe 't ; Marke me , I can rehearse , marke me rehearse some : When this eternall substance of the soule Did live imprison'd in my wanton flesh , I was a Tayler in the Court of Spaine . 2 Tay.

Courtier Virmine in the Court of Spaine .

3 Tay. I , there 's a great many Courtiers Virmine indeed : Those are they beg poore mens livings ; But I say , Tailer Vermine is a Court Tailer . 2 Tay.

Who shall act Ieronimo ?

3 Tay. That will I : Marke if I doe not gape wider than the widest Mouth'd Fowler of them all , hang me : " Who calls Ieronimo from his naked bed : haugh ! Now for the passionate part — " Alas it is my sonne Horatio . 1 Tay.

Very fine : but who shall act Horatio ?

2 Tay.

I , who shall doe your sonne ?

3 Tay.

What doe , doe againe : Well I will act Horatio .

2 Tay.

Why you are his father .

3 Tay. Pray who is fitter to act the sonne , than the father That begot him . 1 Tay.

Who shall act Prince Belthazer and the King ?

3 Tay. I will doe Prince Belthazer too : and for the King Who but I ? which of you all has such a face for a King , Or such a leg to trip up the heeles of a Traytor ? 2 Tay.

You will doe all I thinke .

3 Tay. Yes marry will I ; who but Virmine ? yet I will Leave all to play the King : Passe by Ieronimo . 2 Tay.

Then you are for the King ?

3 Tay.

I bully I .

1 Tay.

Let s goe seeke our fellowes , and to this geere .

3 Tay.

Come on then . Exeunt .

A table and stooles set . Enter Brave ,

Men of our needfull profession , that deale in such commodities as mens lives , had need to looke about 'em 're they trafficke : I am to kill Raimond , the Devills cozen german , for he weares the same complexion : but there is a right Devill that hath hired me , that 's Count Machvile . Good Table conceale me , here will I wait my watch-word : but stay , have I not forgot it ( Then ) I then is my arme to enter . I heare them comming .

Goes under the table . Enter the King , Antonio , old Tayler , Evadne , Aurelia , above . Machvile , Raimond , Philippa , Auristella , Giovanno , the Colonells , with a guard below . Mach.

Pray take your seats .

Ray.

Not well , prethee retire .

Phi.

Sicke , sicke at heart .

Au.

Well wrought poison , O how joy swells me .

Ant.

You see my Lord the poison is boxt up . above .

Phi.

Health waste upon this Royall company .

King .

Knowes she we are here ?

Ant. O no my Lord , 't is to the twins of treason : Machvile , and Raymond . Ful.

Royall there 's something in 't .

Aler.

It smells ranke o' th Traytor .

Pan.

Are you i' th wind on 't ?

Au.

Will you leave us ?

Phi.

I cannot stay ; O I am sicke to death . Exit .

Au.

Or I le nere trust poison more .

Mach. Pray seate your selves Gentlemen , though your deserts have merit They sit aboue the Table . And your worth's have deserv'd nobly ; But ingratitude , that should be banisht From a Princes breast , is Philips favorite . King .

Philip Traytor , why not King ? I am so .

Ant.

Patience good my Lord ; i le downe . Exit .

Mach. It lives too neere him : You that have venter'd with expence of blood , And danger of your lives , to rivet him Unto his Seate with peace : you that in War He term'd his Atlasses , and prest with praises Your brawny shoulders ; cald you his Colossuses , And said your lookes frighted tall war Out of his territories : now in peace , The issue of your labour : this bad man , Philip I meane , made of ingratitude , Wo'not afford a name , that may distinguish Your worthy selves from Cowards : Civet Cats spotted with Rats dung , Or a face like white Broth , strew'd o're with Currance For a stirring Caper , or itching Dance ; to Please my Lady Vanity , shall be made A smocke Knight . King .

Villaine , must our disgrace mount thee ?

Ful.

To what tends this ?

Aler.

What meanes Count Machvile ? Enter Antonio below .

Au. To be your King ; fie on this circumstance , My longing will not brooke it : say , Will you obey us as your Kings and Queenes . aside . Ful.

My Lord Antonio .

Ant.

Confine your selves , the King is within hearing ; therefore make show of liking Machviles plot : let him Mount high , his fall will bee the deeper : my life you shall bee safe .

Au.

Say , are you agreed ?

Ray. If not wee le force you to 't : Speake French man , are our forces i' th City ? Gio.

Wee Mounsier .

Aler. Ful. Pan. We acknowledge you our King . King More Traytors . Mach.

Why then . The brave stabs Raymond .

Ray. Ha , from whence this suddaine Mischiefe ? Did you not see a hand arm'd with the fatall Ruine of my life . Gio.

None paw Signior .

Mach. Ha , ha , ha ; lay hold on those French Souldiers , Away with them . Exeunt guard with the French Colonels . Ray.

Wast thy plot Machvile ? goe laughing to thy grave .

Au.

Alasse my Lord is wounded . Stabs him .

Ray. Come hither French man , make a dying man Bound to thy love ; goe to Philippa , Sickly as she is bring her unto me ; Or my flying soule will not depart in peace else : Prethee make hast : yet stay , I have not breath To pay thy labour . Shrinke yee , you tweene-borne Atlasses , that beare This my neere ruin'd world ; have you not strength To beare a curse , whose breath may taint the aire , That this Globe may feele a universall plague . No , yet beare up , till with a vengefull eye I out-stare day , and from the dogged sky Plucke my impartiall Star : O , my blood Is frozen in my veines — farewell revenge — me — dyes . Aler.

They need no Law .

Ful.

Nor Hang-man .

Pan.

They Condemne , and execute without a Jury .

Enter Philippa mad . Phi. I come , I come ; nay fly not , for by Hell I le plucke thee by the Beard , and drag thee thus Out of thy fiery Cave . Ha , on yonder hill Stand troopes of divills waiting for my soule : But I le deceive 'em , and instead of mine , Send this same spotted Tygers . Stabs Auristellae . Au.

Oh .

Phi. So , whilst they to hell Are posting with their prize , I le steale to Heaven : Wolfe dost thou grin ? ha , is my Raymond dead ? So ho , so ho : come backe You sutty Fiends that have my Raymonds soule , And lay it downe , or I will force you do 't : No , won't you stir ? by Stix I le baite you for 't : Where is my Crowne ? Philippa was a Queene , Was she not ha ? Why so , where is my Crowne : O you have hid it — ha , wa' st thou Over throwes the Table . That rob'd Philippa of her Raymonds life ? Nay I will nip your wings , you shall not fly ; I le plucke you by the guarded front : and thus Sinke you to hell before me . Stabs the Brave . Bra.

Oh , oh .

Phi. What downe , ho , ho , ho : Laugh , laugh , you soules that fry in endlesse flames ; Ha , whence this chilnesse — must I dye — nay then , I come , I come , nay weepe not for I come : Sleepe injur'd shadow , O death strikes dumbe . dyes . Au. Machvile thy hand , I can't repent , farewell : My burthened conscience sinkes me downe to hell . Dyes . Mach. I cannot tarry long , farewell ; wee le meet Where we shall never part : if here be any My life has injur'd , let your charity Forgive declining Machvile : I am sorry . Ant. His penitence workes strongly on my temper . Of disguise , see falling Count : Antonio forgives thee . Mach. Antonio , O my shame , Can you whom I have injur'd most pardon my guilt ? Give me thy hand yet nearer , this imbrace Betray 's thee to thy death : ha , ha , ha . Stabs him . So weepes the Aegyptian monster when it kills , Wash't in a floud of teares ; could'st ever thinke Machviles repentance could come from his heart ; No , downe Colossus Author of my sin , And beare the burthen mingled with thine owne , Enter the King . Aur. Evad. old Tay. To finish thy damnation . King . Accursed villaine , thou hast murther'd him That holds not one small drop of loyall blood : But what is worth thy life . Evad.

O my brother .

Gio.

Give him some ayre , the wound cannot be mortall .

Au. Alas he faints , O my Antonio : Curst Machvile , may thy soule — Ant. Peace , peace Aurelia ; be more mercifull : Men are apt to censure , and will condemne Thy passion , call it madnesse , and say thou Wantst Religion : nay weepe not sweet , For every one must dye : it was thy love , For to deceive the Law , and give me life : But death you see has reacht me , O , I dye ; Blood must have blood , so speakes the Law of Heaven : I slew the Governour , for which rash deed ; Heaven , fate , and man , thus make Antonio bleed . Dyes . Mach. Sleepe , sleepe great heart , thy vertue made me ill Authors of vice , 't is fit the vitious kill : But yet forgive me , Oh , my great heart Dissolves like snow , and lessons to a Rhume , Cold as the envious blasts of Notherne wind : World how I lov'd thee , 't were a sin to boast ; Farewell , I now must leave thee ; my life Growes empty with my veines : I cannot stand , my breath Is as my strength , weake ; and both seaz'd by death : Farewell ambition catching at a Crowne , Death tript me up , and head-long threw me downe . Dyes . King . So falls an exhalation from the sky , And 's never mist because unnaturall ; A birth begotten by incorporate ill : Whose usher to the gazing World is wonder . Enter Petruchio . Alas good man , thou' rt come unto a sight Will try thy temper , whether joy or griefe Shall Conquer most within thee ; joy lyes here Scater'd in many heapes : these when they liv'd , Threatned to teare this balsome from our brow , And rob our Majesty of this Elyxar : points to his Crowne . I' st not my right ? was not I heire to Spaine ? Pet. You are our Prince , and may you live Long to injoy your right . King . But now looke here , 't is plaine griefe has a hand Harder than joy ; it presseth out such teares . Nay rise . Pet. I doe beseech your Grace not to thinke me Contriver of Antonio's scape from death , 'T was my disloyall daughters breach of duty . King .

That 's long since pardon'd .

Pet.

You 're still mercifull .

King . Antonio was thy sonne , I sent for thee For to confirme it , but he is dead : Be mercyfull , and doe not curse the hand That gave it him , though it deserve it . Au. O my griefes , are you not strong enough To breake my heart ? pray tell me , tell me true ; Can it be thought a sin ? or is it so , By my owne hand to ease my breast of woe ? King .

Alas poore Lady ; rise , thy Father 's here .

Pet.

Looke up Aurelia , ha , why doe you kneele ?

Gio.

For a blessing .

Pet.

Why she is not Aurelia , doe not mocke me .

King . But he is Sebastiano and your sonne ; Late by our hand made happy by injoying The faire Evadne dead Antonio's sister : For whose sake he became a Tayler , And so long liv'd in that meane disguise . Pet. My joy had bin too great if he had liv'd , The thrifty heaven's mingle our sweets with gall ; Least being glutted with excesse of good , We should forget the giver . Rise Sebastiano With thy happy choise , mayst thou live crown'd With the injoyment of those benifits , My prayers shall beg for : rise Aurelio , And in some place blest with religious prayers , Spend thy left Remnant . Au. You advise well : indeed it was a fault To breake the bonds of duty , and of law ; But love , O Love ; thou whose all conquering power , Builds Castles on the hearts of easie maides , And makes 'em strong unto attempt those dangers : That but rehearst before , wo'd fright their soules Into a Jelly . Brother , I must leave you ; And Father , when I send to you a note , that shall Desire a yearely stipend to that holy place My tyred feet has found to rest them in ; Pray confirme it . And now great King Aurelia begs of you , To grace Antonio in the mournefull March Unto his grave , which be where you thinke fit : We need not be inter'd both in one Vault . King .

Blest Virgin , thy desires I will performe .

Au. Then I leave you , my prayers shall still attend you As I hope yours shall accompany me . Father your blessing , and ere long expect To heare where I am entertain'd a Nunne Brother , and Sister , to you both adue ; Antonio dead , Aurelia marries new . Exit . Pet. Farewell girle , when I remember thee , The Beades I drop shall be my teares . Enter Vermine in a Cloake for the Prologue . King . She 's to all virgins a true mirror ; They that wo'd behold true love , reflect on her : There 't is ingross'd . 3 Tay.

Great King , our Grace —

Old Tay.

The King is sad , you must not act .

3 Tay. How ? not act ? Shall not Vermine act ? Old Tay. Yes you shall act , but not now ; The King is indispos'd . 3 Tay. Well then , some other time ; I Virmine The King will act before the King . Old .

Very good , pray make your Exit .

3 Tay. I le muster up all the Taylers in the The King and Gio. whisper . Towne , and so tickle their sides . Old . Nay thou' rt a right Virmine , goe be not Troublesome . Exit Virmine . Gio. Upon my truth and loyalty great King , What they did was but fain'd , meerely words Without a heart : 't was by Antonio's Counsell . King .

Thou art all truth : rise . The Colonells kneele .

Omnes . Long live King Philip in the calme of peace , To exercise his Regall Clemency . King . Take up Antonio's body , and let the rest Finde Christian buriall : mercy befits a King , Come trusty Tayler , And to all Countries let swift Fame report , King Philip made a Taylers house his Court . Old .

Your grace much honours me .

King . We can't enough pay thy alone deserts , Kings may be poore , when Subjects are like thee , So fruitfull in all loyall vertuous deeds : March with the Body we 'le performe all Rights , Of sable Ceremony : that done , We 'le to our Court , since all our owne is won . Exeunt .
FINIS .
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