All's Lost by Lust Rowley, William This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A11155 of text S116285 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 21425). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. Martin Mueller Incompletely or incorrectly transcribed words were reviewed and in many cases fixed by Madeline Burg Madeline Iliana Schmidt Elizabeth Sperti This text has not been fully proofread EarlyPrint Project Evanston IL, Notre Dame IN, St.Louis, Washington MO 2017 Distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License A11155.xml A tragedy called All's lost by lust. Written by William Rowley. Divers times acted by the Lady Elizabeths Servants. And now lately by her Maiesties Servants, with great applause, at the Phœnix in Drury Lane. Rowley, William, 1585?-1642? 36 600dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Michigan, Digital Library Production Service Ann Arbor, Michigan 2004 August (TCP phase 1) 99851502 STC (2nd ed.) 21425. Greg, II, 471. 16776 A11155 2248537596

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 A tragedy called All's lost by lust. Written by William Rowley. Divers times acted by the Lady Elizabeths Servants. And now lately by her Maiesties Servants, with great applause, at the Phœnix in Drury Lane. All's lost by lust All's lost by lust. Rowley, William, 1585?-1642? [72] p. Printed by Thomas Harper, London : 1633. 1619

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Running title reads: All's lost by lust.

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 A11155 shc All's Lost by Lust Rowley, William Madeline Burg Elizabeth Sperti Iliana Schmidt 1619 play tragedy shc no A11155 S116285 (STC 21425). 72 21892 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription Incorporated ~ 10,000 textual changes made to the SHC corpus by Hannah Bredar, Kate Needham, and Lydia Zoells between April and July 2015 during visits, separately or together, to the Bodleian, Folger and Houghton Libraries as well as the Rare Book Libraries at Northwestern University and the University of Chicago Boston Public Library

A TRAGEDY CALLED ALL' 's LOST BY LVST .

Written by William Rowley .

Divers times Acted by the Lady Elizabeths SERVANTS . And now lately by her Maiesties Servants , with great applause , at the Phoenix in Drury Lane .

Quod non dant Proceres , Dabit Histrio :

LONDON : Printed by THOMAS HARPER , 1633 .

Dramatis Personae . ROderigo , King of Spaine . Medina , a Duke . Iulianus , a Generall against the Moores : Father to Iacinta . Antonio , a Don , lover of Dionysia , yet husband to Margaretta . Alonzo , a Don , Father to Dionysia : Piamentelli . King of Africa . Moores . Fidella a Moore , wayting-woman to Margaretta . Pedro , an old fellow , Father to Margaretta : Iaques , a simple clownish Gentleman , his sonne , personated by the Poet . Cloveele , a Rusticke : Lothario , a Privado to the King . Lazarello , Minion to Antonio . Cob a Page . Malaena , a Pandresse .
The Argument .

ROderigo , King of Spaine , being deepely enamored upon Iacynta , a beautifull yong Spanish Lady , daughter to a great Commander in the warres , ( called Iulianus ) hath often by private solicitations and gifts , tryed to winne her to his embraces ; but they not prevailing , hee resolves to enioy her by force : whilst hee sailes in these lustfull thoughts , Lothario , ( a Gentleman of better fortunes than condition ) is his Pilot , steering his wickednesse on . To helpe which with winde and weather , Mulymumen , King of Barbary , with an Army of 60000 . Moores , is ready to crosse into Spaine , to invade Roderigo , who no way frighted , but laying hold on this occasion , sends Iulianus as Generall against the African , and by his two evill Spirits , Lothario and Malaena ) gets accesse to the Lady in her Fathers absence , but their Engines breaking , he ravishes her . The Dove being thus ruffled , is delivered out of one Falcons Tallons , to the gripe of another : Lothario is made her Keeper , whom Iacynta one day finding fast asleepe , takes the keyes of the Castle from him , & flyes to her Father in the Camp ; who hearing the storie of the Ravisher , ioynes with those Spanish Lords in his Army , to bee revenged on the Tyrant : To hasten this vengeance , the African is taken prisoner , and againe set at liberty , with condition that hee shall Rally all his scattered Troopes , and then those two Armies being incorporated in one , to drive Roderigo out of his Kingdome , & to inthrone the Moore there . Mulymumen so likes the ravished Lady , that he begges her of her Father to be his : but Roderigo flying into Biscany , and the African Lord of all , is scorned by Iacynta , who in revenge , calls for Iulianus ( her Father ) commanding his eyes to be put out , and her tongue to be cut out , and so to leade him ; In the end , the Barbarian to shorten Iulianus his misery , gives him a weapon , the Moore hath another , with intent to runne ful-butt at one another , much intreaty being made to let Iacynta dye nobly , t is promist , and then they both being ready to runne , the Moore snatches Iacynta before him , and so the Father kils his own Daughter , and is presently by the Moore slaine himselfe .

Antonio marries Margaretta , faire , but low in fortunes , and comming to these warres , fals in love with Dionysia , daughter to Alonzo , but the women come to tragicall ends , and Antonio for upbraiding Iulianus with selling his King and Country to the Moore , is by Iulianus slaine .

Prologue . THus from the Poet am I bid to say , He knowes what Iudges sit to doome each Play , ( The over-curious Criticke , or the wise ) The one with squint , t'other with sunne-like eyes , Shootes through each Scaene : the one cry as all things downe , T'other hides strangers faults close as his owne . Las ! Those who out of custome come to geere , ( Sang the full quire of the nine Muses here ) So carping , not from wit , but apish spite , And fetherd ignorance , thus our Poet does slight . T' is not a gay sute , or distorted face , Can beate his merit off , which has wonne grace In the full Theater , nor can now feare The teeth of any snakie whisperer : But to the white , and sweet unclouded brow , ( The heaven where true worth moves ) our Poet does bow ; Patrons of Arts , and Pilots to the Stage , Who guide it ( through all tempests ) from the rage Of envious whirle windes . O doe you but steere His Muse this day , and bring her to t'h wish'd shore , You are those Delphicke powers , whom shee 'le adore .
ALL' 's LOST BY LVST .
Actus Primus . Enter Rodericke , King of Spaine , Lothario , Medina , Iulianus , Antonio , and Lazarello . Rodericke . GIve leave : Lothario . Aside Lords . Lo. My Soveraigne . Rod. The newes in briefe : how replyes Iacinta ? Will she be woman ? will shee meete our Armes With an alternate roundure ? will she doe ? Lo. Nothing to the purpose my Liege , cold as Aquarius , There she was borne , and there she still remaines ; I cannot move her to enter into Pisces , I Laid the flesh to her too , and the delights thereof , she leanes Another way , and talkes all of the spirit , I Frighted her with spirits too , but all would not doe : She drew her knife , pointed it to her breast , swore She would doe something , but womens tongues are Sometimes longer then their armes . Rod. Enough , we have bethought another way . This wooing application is too milde : 'T is better trust the mercy of a storme . To hast our way , then to be calmd for ever , Short of the wished haven : Now draw neere , you told us of a hot invasion , The barbarous and tawney Affricans , Intend upon our confines . Med. True , my Liege . Full threescore thousand are discryde in Armes , Ready to passe the Streights of Gibbraltar , Whose watry divisions , their Affricke bounds From our Christian Europe in Granado , And Andalusia ; they spred and flourish Their silver moones , led as it is supposde , By some blinde guide , some Saintish Infidell , That prophesies subjection of our Spaine , Vnto the Moores . Rod. They would deter us with their swarty lookes : Were they the same to their similitude , Sooty as the inhabitants of hell , Whom they neerest figure ; cold feare should flye From us as distant as they are from beauty : They come to sacrifice their blouds to us , If that be red , a mere rubrum , Wee 'le make so high to quench their silver moones ; And on their carkasses an Istmus make To passe their straytes agen , and forrage there . Iul. Your forward valour speakes you maiesticall , But my dread Liege , does not your treasury Grow thinne and empty ? so long have you held A champion resolution 'gainst the Turke , That Spaine is wasted in her noble strength , On which presuming , t is to be suppos'd The Moore is thus incourag'd . Rod. And yet we undaunted Iulianus , our treasury is A myne unscarcht , wee have a Castle Suppos'd inchanted , wee 'le breake the magicke , If spels there be , ope the forbidden dores Which twenty of our predecessors have refusde , But added each a locke to guard it more , Rather then our Souldiers shall want pay To fight our battailes nobly . Iul. O my Lord , that 's a dangerous secret , onely known To such as can divine futurities , And they with fearefull prophesies predict Fatall events to Spaine , when that shall be Broke up by violence : till fate hath runne Her owne wasting period ; which out staide Auspitiously they promise , that wreathes are kept In the fore-dooming Court of destiny , To binde us ever in a happy conquest . Rod. Tut . feare frights us not , nor shall hope foole us If neede provoke , wee 'le dig supply through hell And her enchantments . Who can prefixe us A time to see these incantations loosde ? Perhaps 't will stay tenne generations more , When our bloud royall may want succession , If not ; what bootes it us ( lost in our dust And memory 500. yeeres ) that then this hidden Worke shall be ; tush , the weakenesse of our predecessors Shall not fright us , all is not deadly , That lookes dangerous . Ant. I wish no life to see that day . Med. Nor I , so many Kings have fear'd that destiny . Rod. Lord Iulianus , we commit to you The charge of this great worke against the Moores , With title of Lord Generall , as you please , Order this high affaire ; call to the field An equall Army against those Affricans , The bold and hardiest souldiers of our kingdome : Scourge backe agen these halfe-nak'd Infidels Into their sun-burnt Clymate ; in thy heart Be loyaltie and courage , strength in thine arme : With christian valour strike the heathens dead , And for thy triumph , bring the Mulyes head . Iul. This honour which your Maiestie has given me , Tho better it might fit anothers wearing , Of abler limbs , where time has not defac't , Nor halfe so many winters quencht his bloud , As a new spring it hath revivde agen This Autumne of my yeeres ; there 's but one care I leave behinde me within the Court of Spaine , My poore Iacinta , mine , and onely mine ; May she here thrive in honour , and in favours , And I shall meete her with a victory , ( Heaven put before ) as shall endow us both In your high esteeme . Rod. That shall be our care noble Iulianus , to see her safe , We love Iacinta more then you must know , And for her sake we doe remove you hence ; You may thanke your daughter for this honour Sir , If you knew our purpose . Lo. I understand all this , whilst he warres abroad , his Daughter must skirmish at home ; Venus is in conjunction With Mercury , wit and lechery are both in labour At once alas poore mayden-head , th' art cast i'faith , And must to execution ; virginity hadst thou bin Moulded in my compasse , thou hadst scap't this pitfall . Rod. On , to thy charge , prosper in thy high deedes ; Who aymes at honour nobly , nobly speedes . Iul. My heart and tongue , thus sentence to my fate , In honour thrive , in basenesse ruinate . Rod. All helpe him on his speede : Lothario . Exeunt omnes nisi Rod . & Loth. Have we not finely moulded our designe ? Times antient bawde , opportunity attends us now , And yet our flaming bloud will scarce give leave To opportunity . Lo. I told your highnesse of a second bawd to time , & yet Not times second neither , for time nere pattern'd her A thing reall , not a dumb morall , as time it selfe Is , but a speaking thing , and one that speakes Effectually ; one that has wrackt more mayden-heads In Spaine , then she has yeers upon her reverent browes , And yet she writes odde of threescore , an odde wench 't is . Rod. Thou nam'st her to me . Lo. Malena . Rod. And hast instructed her ? Lo. I have prepar'd her fit for instruction my Liege ; shee Waites her further confirmation from your Highnesse : Oh every souldier has a double heart , when the King 's in field . Rod. Call her Lo. By her right name ; bawd , where art thou bawd ? Rod. If Words will serve , if not , by rapines force ; Wee 'le plucke this apple from th' Hesperides . Enter Malena . Lo. This is the thing I told your Highnesse of . Rod.

A reverent one it is , & may be cal'd schoolemistresse of her sexe ; if Apelles had ever picturde forth experience , here might he take his patterne .

Mal. Indeed my Liege , I have bin the pattern that a great Many has taken out pictures by , I confesse I have Bin a greater friend to the Hospitals , then the Nunneries , And I thinke it was the greater charity , because They are the poorer , and more wretched places . Lo. The very ipsissima of her sexe , my Liege , as old as She is , I will undertake she shall wrastle a fall With the strongest Virgin in Spaine , & throw her down too . Rod. Thou must be my Lawyer ( I 'le fee thee well , ) And at the Barre of beauty plead a cause , Which whether right or wrong , must needs be mine . Mal. Indeed in rightfull causes , weake Lawyers will Serve turne , but the wrong had need have The best Orators ; I 'me but a weake vessell , you Know my Liege . Lo. Shee 'le hold out I warrant , harke you my Lieg , This vessell is not hollow yet , it does not sound , There 's mettall in her , there 's sacke in this Tunne , That has eaten up a great deale of dead Flesh in her time , lights , longs and bad livers . Rod. Come , come , you must not plead an insufficiency . Mal I 'le doe my best my Lord . Lo. Tush , in malo consilio foeminae vincunt viros . Mal. Does he not abuse me my Liege ? Rod. Not at all , he sayes women overcome men in Giving counsell . Mal. Is there not a faulty word amongst them ? Lo. Thou art able to corrupt any good sence , with bad construction : I say foeminae vincunt , that is , quasi vincere cunctos , Ouercomes all men . Mal. Go to , go to , there is a broad word amongst 'm , vincunt Quotha , is it spoke with a K , or a C ? but in plaine Language I will doe my best , if she be of my sexe , I Will shew her the end of her function , men follow The traditions of their forefathers , so should Women follow the trades of their fore-mothers . Rod. I see thou hast perswasive oratory . Here 's iuyce of liquorish , good for thy voyce , Speake freely , and effectually . Mal. I will speake the words that have o'rethrowne a Hundred in my time . Lo. I was within compass then . Mal. Let me have accesse to her , if she be flesh & bloud , I 'le move her , I will not leave her till I turne her to a stone . Rod. Vnite your forces both , conquer in love , I will reward as for a victory Purchac't with bloud from my worst enemy : Effect , for ill things have their effects we see Prosper , wee 'le call it a prosperity . Exit . Mal. You 'le bring me to the place and party ? Lo. Prepar'd with all advantage . I will assist thee , thou Destroyer of mayden-heads . Exeunt . Enter Antonio , and Lazarello . Laz. Your passions erre my Lord , did you foresee What may ensue ; folly begets danger , Nay oft , their full effects , destruction ; You would not clothe the noblenesse of your bloud In such base weedes , shee 's a beggar you doate on . Ant. Th' ast spoke the worst thy malice can invent , A beggar say'st ? and better being so , If a small Starre could overshine the Sunne , And shew his brightnesse in the solsticie , Should it be blam'd or prais'd ? the feeble Vine Brings forth sweet fruits , whilst the Cedars 's barren ; Beggar is she , I 'le poyse her graces with 't , And see how many infinites shee 'le pull The ballance downe , and yet that poverty A goodnesse dis-esteem'd , shee 's faire , Modest , lovely , wise , vertuous . Laz. Nay , if you doate , I 'le waste no more good counsell , And what 's her dower Sir ? Ant. Infinites , I nam'd them to thee . Laz. O shee 's faire , a faire dowry . Ant. Chast and vertuous . Laz. Those are iewels indeed , but they 'le yeeld little . Ant. They are not things of prise , they are farre off , And deare , yet Ladies send not for 'em . Laz. May not a league be taken for a time ? Deferre this hasty match , you have employment As a Souldier , the King has given you charge , Approve your champion valour in the field , If that remoue not this domesticke trouble , Retire upon your Uenus . Ant. I 'le prevent that venome , This night I will be married to my sweet , And then her memory enjoy'd , shall strengthen Mine arme against my foe , which else would droope , Suspecting of her losse , I feare it now ; What eye can looke upon her , but is captiv'd In the inchanted prison of her eyes . Laz. Why you 'le be jealous in your absence then ? Ant. Away , away , thou dost forget her vertues Faster then I can name 'em ; shee 's chastity It selfe , and when a Shrine shall be set up Vnto that Saint , it shall be built upon The marble that shall cover her . Enter Iulianus and Iacinta . Laz. Here comes the Generall . Iul. No more , no more , thy feares are all follies , my Iacinta Iac. I must not leave you thus . Iul. Antonio ? what unplum'd ? you are a Souldier Sir , And Souldiers should be forward ; looke yee I have bright steele for the blacke Affricans ; I tell you Sir , I went not with more ioy Vnto my mayden Bride , that Hymen night , From whence I fetcht this iewell of my heart , Then now I doe unto my second nuptials . Oh 't is a gallant Mistresse , an old man Is young agen at sight of her . Ant. Worthy Sir , your leading vallor wil centuple the harts Of all your followers ; when set you forward ? Iul. Tush , we limit time to her best haste , Three dayes will be the most , the longer stay Looses the more advantage . Ant. We shall be ready to attend your honour , Hymen , this night I vow to thee , Mars be my Morrowes Saint . Laz. Here were a Saint fitting your orisons . Ant. Blasphemy , speake that no more , the begger , ( If you will so prophane to speake her so ) Is gold refinde , compar'd unto this rubbish , Diamond to Marble ; my noble Lord Wee 'le leave you to hasten our attendance on you . Exit Ant. & Lazar. Iul. Farewell Antonio , I 'me in haste too , my preparations call me . Iac. I call too , I beseech you heare me . Iul. Th' art a clog to me , Me thinkes thou shouldst be reading o're new fashions , Conferring with your Tire-woman for faire dressings , Your Ieweller has new devices for yee , Fine labels for your eares , bracelets for wrists , Such as will illustrate your white hand ; These are all Pedlars ware to me , Iacinta ; I am for Corslets , Helmets , Bils , Bowes , and Pikes , The thundring Guns , Trumpets tan tara , The ratling sheepeskin , and the whistling Fife : What Musicke 's this to your eares ? ha , farewell , Farewell , and heaven blesse thee . Iac. Good heaven , how slightly You o're-run my feares , you goe to meete With a full power , an armed foe abroad , And leave me single to an enemy That hath both power and will to ruine me . Iul. 'T is treason that thou speak'st , and by the Saint Of Spaine , mend it , or I 'le discover thee : Wrong my dread Liege , my King , my Soveraigne , To say that he should doate upon your face , Away , away , 't is but your beauties pride , So to belye it selfe thou art not faire , Thou hast no eye to attract Maiestie , To looke upon 't ; say he speake love to thee , 'T was but to try thee , perhaps 't was my consent , Will you enquire the hidden hearts of Kings ? He would not wrong thee for his kingdomes wealth , Even for my sake , away you wanton foole . Iac. There has bin ravishers , remember Tarquin . Iul. There has bin chast Ladies , remember Lucres : I 'le heare no more , my time and haste hath bard me , My blessing take , heaven and that shall guard thee . Exit . Iac. You leave me in a tempest , heaven guide my fate , Oh let me sinke ere I be captivate . Exit . Enter Pedro , Iaques , and Claveele . Ped. I doe not like this match , this gay out-side Is cloth of gold , within a ragged lining . Iaq.

O poore comparison father , doe they use to line cloth of gold with cloth of gold ; no , but with fine , gentle , and easie linings , and such my sister may be , for tho I say it that should not say it , my sister has a good face , a white necke , and a dainty hand , and that may serve for lining for the best cloth of gold in all Spaine .

Ped. Cedars and shrubs cannot grow up together . Iaq. Away , away , speake not so like a Wood monger , I 'le Put you downe with a caparison now , doe we not use To graft sweet apples upon crab-tree stocks , doe we Not use to enoculate your Malicatoon upon a Gooseberry ? Such is my sisters case now , say that the noble man Would enoculate his Lordship upon my sisters yeomandry , What hurt were in this ? would it grieve you to be a Lords brother , or this old woman to have her Lady Daughter to aske , Grauam , how doe you , will you ride Abroad in your Croarch , or your embroderd side-saddle ? Cla. I , thou talk'st wildly boy , yet err'st not much In my conceit , be content man , and adde as meete it is , Ioy to content , your daughter shal be made a happy woman By a noble marriage . Ped. Happy say'st thou ? oh 't is as distant as the Moon from earth , And has the like effects , it changes oft , So with a silver brow , greatnesse lookes on us Promising and lovely , but once growne full , It brings swelling billowes to o'rewhelme us . Iaq. Pray father talk no more of the moon , but of your son , Not my selfe that am your son and heire , but of your Son in law that shall be , my noble L. Antonio , Lord of Barcelona , and his noble Lady my sister , that shall be . Ped.

'T will well become her , what armes shall I give to make her gentle by ?

Iaq. Those we can buy of the Heraulds , you know shee Has cryde Orenges the most of her time here in Ciuill , Now a fine Orenge for her crest , with Ciuillity Written round aboud it would speaks wondrous well , Then a Capon in a Scutchen with a gizard Vnder his left arme , with his spurs vpon his heeles Riding vpon a Leman . Ped. Away , away Thy talkes impertinent , what should a Capon Do with a Leman ? Iaq. I , you say well Father there indeed , A Capon desires no Leman , and therefore We le hope of both that neither the Lord Proue himselfe a Capon , nor my Sister a Leman . Ped. I , this thou touchest by a forced figure , The perfect sence of all , thence grows my feare : This loue was first conceiude , and borne in lust How long has he laid an vnlawfull leige Against her Virgin honour , which had she yeelded , And beene so lemond , she nere had bin profferd The stile of wife . Cla. Peace , see they come . Enter Ant. and Margaretta . Iaq. I marry , here s a Lady now will weare her owne haire . Mar. Nay now no further protestations , You haue said enough to make me new , or ruine me , And this my spirit , bids me prophesye If you repent , as loue might be ore sated In its best desires ; and any crosse euent Should fall upon this your unequall choise , Yours is the crime , your handmaid must be blamelesse , Since you haue sought what I haue not desirde , And yet , you may avoide the fatall doome ( If any such there be ) by throwing backe Your atchieu'de vassayle . Ant. Teach me no errour . I will not learne it , sweetest , if you do . Speake nothing now but of those holy rytes Whose sacred hands must guide vs to the path Of your desired ioyes . Mar. Here s all the barre ; When these haue giuen consent I am your owne . Ant. It shall be done in this acknowledgement . Father and mother let me but call you so . Iaq. And brother eke also . Ant. Yes brother too , By this I claime them all , your daughter makes Me your sonne , and yours . Iaq. And my brother . Ant. I le not forget that neither . Iaq. If you do , I will forget to call your Lady Sister . Cla. Sir , I haue question'd all the will in me , And finde it now resolu'd vnto your wish . Iaq. You haue my good will too brother . Ped. Mine is wrought out through rocks of doubt and scare , She is your owne , I send her pilots like Into an Argosey beyond her sterage . Ant. I le hand the helme with her , and there abide Safetie , or drowning . Ped. She will be hated when the disdainfull browes Of noble greatnesse shall be shot against her , The scornes and flowts she shall endure , will be Farre lesse content , then is the humble quiet she enioyes . Ant. All those I will rebuke , and if she blush , The beauty then will check their painted cheekes With a rebounding shame vpon themselues , Let not more obstacles be mention'd , Onely let priuacie protect vs yet Altho we scant the full solemnitie Due to thy wishes ; Hymen which afterward . Shall dare the largest blazon . Marg. Call it mine Sir , And then the smallest ceremony may serue . All wants , are onely wanting vnto you To giue your greatnesse the due ornaments . Ant. Shall your kinde paines prouide vs of a Priest , Whom my instructions shall direct you to . Iaq. Shall I ? why who am I pray ? Mar. Yes , good brother do . Ant. O you teach me sweet ; yes good brother do . Ia. O as a brother I will , I perceiue these great men Are some what forgetfull of their poore kindred . Ant. A Fryer in Saint Austins Monastery Aske for one Benedicke , my comends to him Will bring him with thee , hee s prepar'd for it . Ia. I le be the Clarke my selfe for the groat sake , Which you know will arise out of the two and twenty . Ant. Tush , I le treble that wages . Ia. Nothing grieves me but this wedding will be so still borne We shall haue no dancing at it , but I le foot it To the Priest howsoeuer , Fala , la , la , la : Ant. How ere the kings employment in the wars Calls on my person , I shall leaue behinde My selfe in thee , and beare my selfe along In thy sweet memory . Mar. O Sir , you speake of swift diuorce . Ant. Rellish to ioy , a breathing from our pleasures , Come , come , true loue shall tye two hearts in one . Ped. O happy proue .
Actus secundus . Enter Lotharie , and Malena . Lo. COme old reuerence , if euer thou hadst musique in thee , To inchant a maydenhead , now strike vp . Mal. You play well On the Pandora , Sir I wonder your skill . Failes to make her dance after it . Lo. Tush , I giue thee The precedence , wire strings will not doo te , it must be A winde instrument that s gouern'd with stopping of holes , Which thou playest well on , my old Violl de gamb , Come , thou shalt haue reward . Ma. And what pay haue you for pandership , Lo. Little or nothing , it comes short of the bawd alwaies . Ma. A bawd , why what s a bawd , pander ? Lo. Why bawd , I le tell thee what a bawd is . Mal. Then pander I will tell thee what a pander is . Lo. A bawd 's a thing that when the deuil plaies at maw , bawd He turnes vp trump , because shee s a helpe . Mal. But the pander playing with the deuill robs the bawd To make his hand the stronger , and the cards being The deuils , he makes out a little heart ( and that s all He has ) into the stocke . Lo. The deuill vyes it with the bawd . Mal. The pander being drunke sees the deuill . Lo. The deuill playes on , and looses the bawd . Mal. And takes away the knaue ( which is the pander ) With his fiue finger . Lo. And fearing he has not tricks enough Giues vp his dealing to the bawd , so they shuffle agen . Mal. Enough of this game . Lo. Well , the maidenhead is In this enchanted Castle , thou must blow vp , Giue fire old Linstocke , I confesse I am repulst i th van ; If thou failst too the king comes with a murdering piece In the rere , oh t is a royall seruice . Mal. Well , leaue it to me Sir . Enter Iacinta . Lo.

She , she sallyes vpon thee , Asmotheus beus , Corothus , and all the fiends of the flesh

Stand at thine elbow . Exit Lothario . Mal. Blesse ye faire Virgin : Iac. From your age with a virgine Epitaph , if you No better be then I esteeme you . Mal. T were pity Indeed you should be a virgin to my age Sweet beauty , you woud be like a garment long laid by , And out of fashion , which tho new , woud not be worth a wearing : Iac. Is that your companion Parted with you ? Mal. No companion Lady , But a friend of mine , as I hope he is of yours . Iac. Y' are both naught then , and neither friends of mine . But here you haue me prisoner in your power If you haue ought to speake to me out with 't . Mal. Ya 're belou'd Lady , and which is more , Yea most , Of a king beloude . Iac. A good induction ; And all this I may deserue being a loyall subiect . Mal. Your loyalty may be mixt with his royalty , If you le be rulde , vnderstand , kings are not common things , Nor are their actions common ; all things are Proper , and peculiar vnto them , so Ladies Whom they loue , are commonly proper Ladies , who being Proper , cannot be counted common . Iac. T is all My pride , I 'le be accounted proper . Mal. Onely to a king . Iac. And common to all the world besides , That were grosse . Mal. You wrest my meaning virgin , I woud not haue you be Iac. A virgin , is not that your meaning ? Mal. Now you come to me ; T is true : For what is a virgin ? knew you as much As I you de nere be a virgin . Iac. I dare sweare I shoud not . Mal. A virgin ? why t is as much as to say because You were borne a childe you shoud euer be so ; This were ridiculous . Virginity , Why t is a Iewell kept in a Casket , Which neuer open'd , as good you neuer had it ; Shall muske be alwayes kept in the Cod , how shall The sweetnesse be tasted then ? Virginity is Like a false friend to you , which indeed is better lost then kept , Iac. Out shame of women , thou the falsest art , Be lost for euer looking on my face , Or loose those instruments thou lookst withall , Immodestyes in men are veniall , When women rebell against their weaker selues . Out hag , turne thee into some other shape , Or I shall curse my selfe for being one Of thy bad sex . Enter Roderique . Mal. Nay , I haue done with you Lady , If Flags of truce will not serue , you must look For defiance , and here he comes that brings it with him . Iac. All powers of goodnesse guard me . Rod. Speake , is she pliant ? Mal. Stubborn as an Elephants leg , no bending in her , You know what you haue to do my Leige , trees that Will not yeeld their fruit by gentle shaking , must Be climde , and haue it pulde by violence . Rod. Giue leaue . Mal. I woud she woud giue leaue as soone As I , you shoud not be troubled to aske a duty From me , I woud fall at your feet my Leige . Exit . Rod. Why turne you from us Lady ? Iac. O my Leige , I turne not from your face , but from your power , You bring a frowne , I dare not looke upon . Rod. Your thoughts instruct you ill , I do not frowne , But smile vpon you . Iac. I craue your pardon , and bend My knee , your true obedient servent , my life I 'le lay an offering at your feet , what more Woud you from your humble vassayle ? Rod. Nothing so much , But for lesse them eyther , thy love faire virgin . Iac. Keeping that name , you have it ever . Rod. What name ? Iac. A virgin , you have my prayers dayly to heaven For your long soveraignties , your honours health and victoryes . Rod. T' is good , and will you deny your selfe , what you wish From others ? I would atchieve a victory from you . Iac. Sir , I am not your foe . Rod. Concluded well ; Approue your selfe a friend , the war is love , Wherein we two must strive make it no warre , But yeeld it freely . Iac. It is not love you seeke ; But an Antipathy as dissonant As heaven and hell , the musique of the spheares . Comparde with gnashings , and the howles below . Can lust be cal'd love , then let men seeke hell , For there that fiery diety doth dwell . Rod. We come not to dispute of good , and bad , Do as your sex has done , tast what 's forbid , And then distinguish of the difference , I come not now to war with eloquence , Those treaties are all past , if you embrace Our profferd love , we le pray ; or call it lust , If not , we speake a king to you , you muste Iac. Will you be a Rauisher ? Rod. Cal 't as you please , We haue a burning feauer , and the disease You must lay balsum to . Iac. Poyson be it , A serpentine , and deadly aconite , Neuer survive to know what you haue done , But perish in the deed , or ere begun . Rod. These blasts are Zephires breath , a gentle galt When it blows high . Iac. Then let my teares preuaile . Rod. The sacrifice of fooles , the proverbs scorne , None pitties womens teares , but Ideots borne . Iac. Remember what my Father does for you , Hee s gone to brandish gainst your enemies , Hee s fetching you honour home ; while at home You will dishonour him . Rod. My purpose t was , To send him forth the better to atchieve My conquest here . Iac. Tyranous vnkingly . Rod. Tush , I have no eares . Iac. He le be reveng'd . Rod. Pitty , not future feares . Iac. Help , help , some good hand help : Rod. Ther s none within thy call . Iac. Heaven heares . Rod. Tush , t is far of . Iac. See heaven , a wicked king , lust staynes his Crowne , Or strike me dead , or throw a vengeance downe . Rod. Tush heaven is deafe , and hell laughs at thy crye . Iac. Be cursed in the act , and cursed dye . Rod. I le stop the rest within thee . Exit dragging her . Enter Iulianus , Medina , Antonio , Lezarello . Iul. Not the messenger returned from the Castle With answer from Alonzo ? Enter Alonso and Dionisia . Med. See my Lord , they come together . Alon. Noble Iulianus , the dignity of generall You weare , be with your valour individuall , Till we haue made it triple by our conquests , Then let that threefold one , impale your browes , And beare it to king Rodorique in triumph . Iul. Worthy Alonzo you must helpe your wishes Ere they can take effect , your approved arme Will be a good assistant , but I pray Sir , How have you kept your Castle so unbruis'd ? The foe not far distant , have you not tane Nor given ? no sallying forth , no buffetting ? Alon. My Lord , we have beene yet as quiet as in league , Which makes me guesse their number is not full , They have not yet , unlesse with grim aspects So much as frighted this my tender daughter . Dio. Tender father , I pray let not your pitty disparadge me , I have seene a sword whipt out starke naked in my time , And never squeakt ; Do you thinke a Sarazins head , Or a Blackamoores face can affright me , let me then Be afraid of every chimney sweeper . Iul. Good spirit yffaith ; Even such a souldier have I left behinde , I had much adoe to keepe her from the field , Poore Iacinta , had I knowne such a sworne sister for her I shoud almost have given her leave . Alon. I 'le tell you Sir , Were there a band of buskind Amazons That would tucke up their skirts , and strike indeed My girle shoud weare bright Menalippaes belt She shoud be formost ; and I 'le venture her . Laz. Is she such a striker , my Lord ? Dio. All at head , No where else , beleeve me Sir , we hold it base . To strike below the wast . Laz. You fight high Lady . Ant. So she does at heart I thinke , Iul. So , so , to her batchelloure , Antonio , Lazarelle , Medina , Come Alonzo , You and I must treate more seriously upon our war intendmunts . Laz. The generall wrongs you to call you batchellour , Antonio . Ant. Woud he did not wrong me . Laz. Have not you a Cordiake A heart fever now , ha ? Do you thinke there is A Phenix now , is there but one good face In the world ? Ant. I see nothing in her face , Prethee attempt to make her speake agen . Laz. Her tongue ? nay if you like her tongue , you must needs Like her tayle , for the one utters the other : Lady What would you give now for Moores heads by the dozen ? Dio. I would buy by the score Sir . Laz. And what a score then ? Dio. Chalke best for the score , every alewife knows that . Laz. You talke of chalke , and I of cheese . Dio. Hee s in the last dish , pray take him away here . Laz. I have not done yet , will you buy any ware of me ? Dio. What ? proffer'd ware ? foh . Ant. Give o're , thou wilt be foyl'd else . Laza. Why , here s a wench now , I had rather I le with her Witt , then with the best piece of flesh in Christendome , I could beget young Mercuries on her , with The very conceit : would you had had a good paire Of eyes in your head . Ant. They are false glasses , and will Deceive me . Enter a Scout . My Lords to armes , the foe discover'd , Marching amaine upon you . Iul. We are in readinesse , our Councels broke , Advice must be all blows , Ladie to your hold , And at advantage , see what these youths will do ; To gaine your love , nobly for Spaine speake drum , And if they call , answer for us , they come . Exeunt . Alarum . Enter Mully Mumen King of the Moores . Mull. Descend thy spheare , thou burning Diety , Haste from our shame , go blushing to thy bed , Thy sonnes we are , thou euerlasting ball , Yet never shamde these our impressive brows Till now ; we that are stampt with thine owne seale , Which the whole ocean cannot wash away : Shall those cold ague cheeks that nature moulds Within her winter shop , those smoothe white skins , That with a palsey hand she paints the limbes , Make us recoyle . Enter Zacharia . Zac. Great Mullymumen haste , Either give heart to our retyring troupe By a fresh onset , or haste to saftie by Flight and basenesse : Bennizverian s slaine , Mull. Where 's our brother Mahu Mahomet ? Zac. Rounded with danger , Where he behaves himselfe nobly Haldi Halldillinbaiday ay , Enaser , and fiue Alchaides more are gone Vp to his rescue , and if not more he dies . Or is captiv'de . Mull: We le partake either or both with him , They are both noble , but too basely flie Is to preserve life , and let honour die . Fall then my flesh , so there survive my name , Who flies from honour , followes after shame . Exeunt . Alarum . Enter Iulianus , Antonio , and Alonzo . Iul. Antonio , now by the Saint of Spaine You haue made your selfe remarkable to day , Valour , exceeding valour , was not lookt for Which you have showne to day . Alon. So nobly Sir , that I could wish my daughter Were in love with you , and your vertues ; would you Requite it , her dowry should be 50 thousand crownes , More then I ever meant it . Ant. O heart , thou speak'st too late . My Lords your praises , and your noble wishes Makes me esteeme my selfe behinde hand with same Here s yet more worke to do . Iul. One Mully we have tane , If Mumen flie not , hee s his fellow-captive . Ant. There my new fortunes shall their honour prove , Then fare well war , next we le war faire with love . Exeunt . Alarum , Excursions . Enter Iulianus and Medina , with two prisoners . Iul. Medina , post to king Roderiqus , do thus and thus , Tell our royall Master what worke we have done him : You see and know , and it neede no relation , Here are royall prisoners . Moores . How will you use us ? Iul. As in captivity we wish our selves . Amb. May we not be ransomde ? Iul. As from the king We shall receive : as his pleasure returnes us , Meane time you shall have cause to blame Your fortunes , not your conquerours , where 's Antonio The best deserver of this dayes honour . Med. Retirde to his tent . Iul. Not wounded , is her Med. No my Lord , but weary . Iul. So we are all , Now we have time to rest , and get new breath , We conquer to the life , and not to death . Exeunt . Enter Antonio reading a letter , Lazarello . Laza. Now Antonio , where 's Margaretta now ? Ant. Here . Laza. Whos 's that in your hand then ? Ant. I know not , looke , t is gone . Laz. Fie , you le take it up againe , come , come , sloope , This is Dionisiaes character : a hand worth your heart , Peruse it better , so , so , t is well . Ladies faire hands must not be rejected so , I did foresee this dangerous relapse , You are in love . Ant. With Margaretta . Laz. With Dionisia ; Nor do you shame it , rather cherish it . It is a choise befitting ing your high bloud ; What you have done , make it as a say Vnto your best desires . Aut. O Lazarello ! Thou giv'st me poyson to recure a wound Already mortall . Laz. Why this is speedlesse haste , I know your sated pleasures would throw up Their over-cloyde receit , you have beene noble In your brave deeds of armes ; who shall boast it , Your beggars issue ? they are Antipathies , How would it sound to heare poore Margaret say Her Lord hath brought home honour from the warres : T' woud staine your worth to be so vainly boasted . No , this Lady would multiply your praises with her phrase , Lest Dionisa say that her Antonio Won the palme of victory , then y' are thronde , And musique gracing the solemnitie . Ant. One word confutes thee , ever into silence , I am married . Laz. A mistake in private , who knows that ? Ant. Margaretta , And my selfe , besides a thousand witnesses within Laz. Quit you those , and who dares speake it else ? Ant. Who dares not speake a truth . La. Dares not , who dares ? What danger is more great then to speake truth ? If poore ones durst speake plaine of great mens faults , There needed no libelling . Ant. I 'le choake freedome ; Oh what a bed of snakes struggle within me . La. Tush , they are but wormes , and I 'le give thee seed and reasons To destroy 'em ; yo' are married . Ant. A good physitian ; Thou kill'st me quickly to haste me out of paine . La. Tush , I must first draw the corruption forth , And then apply the healing medicine . Ant. Perswade me to turne Turk , or Moore Mahometan , For by the lustfull lawes of Mahomet I may have three wives more . La. And concubines besides ; turne Moore ? Do you expect such counsell from your friend ? Wrong me not so , I 'le shew you a Christian way At least a way dispenc'd with Christians , Say you distaste your match , as well you may , When truth shall be unmask't , and shame walke by , Bearing a blushing torch to light them both , Mend then the cause before it take effect , Annihillate your marriage that the cause , T is private yet , let it be private : Allow your Margaret a pension , She may be glad to embrace that , t were pride To embrace you , say she be call'd your whore For some thing that may breed from what is done , Better her shame then yours ; a common thing : Poore beauties are proud of noble bastardie . Ant. Fearfull counsell . La. Does your Margaret love you ? Ant. Beyond her life . La. Good , marry Dionisa , griefe kills her , then are you a widower . Ant. Horrible murther , t were lesse tyrany To kill at once , then by a lingring poyson . La. Ha ? poyson ? what white devill prompted that ? Poyson , brave , the very change of friendship , the triall Of a friends love to death , would you make sure Of a friends constancy , a swift poyson will strike it dead . And t the easiest way and may be done Even in the termes of love , as thus , I dri drinke to you , Or accept these gloves , the taste , the touch , the sight , Tush , any sence will take it kindly . Ant. I 'le heare nomore from thee thou studiest to make worse A positive bad , by a vilde performance . Enter Dionisa . La. Ha ? Looke yonder , there 's an eye speakes better oratory In very silence , where 's poore Marg Margaret now . Ant. Oh my heart . La. Looke upon that face ; well , y' are my friend , And by that true loves knot , had I that face But in reversion after your decease , I thinke I should give you physicke for t . Dio. Worthy Sir , My noble father intreats some words with you . Ant. A happy messenger invites me to him , How shall I quit your paines ? Dio. I 'le take my travell sort Sir . Hut. T is too little . Dio. I thinke it too much Sir , For I was loth to have travellde thus farre , had not Obedience tide me too t . Ant. Y' are too quicke . Dio. Too quicke Sir , why what occasion have I given you To wish me dead ? Ant. I cannot keepe this pace with you , Lady , I 'le go speake with your father . Dio. I pray stay Sir , I 'le speake with you my selfe . Ant. Before your father . Dio. No , here in private by your selfe . La. I 'le stop my eares , Madam . Dio. Why , are they running away from your head Sir ? Laz. I meane I 'le seale them up from hearing , Lady . Dio. You may , no doubt they have wax o' their owne . Ant. Venture thy eares no farther good Lazarellos , She will endanger 'em , but Lady now I thinke on Speake , is not this your hand ? Dio. I have three then it should seeme , For I have two of my owne fingring . Ant. This is your letter ? Dio. You know my minde then by this time . Ant. If I may be your expositor , Lady , I thinke I do . Dio. And how do you expound me Sir ? Ant. Kinde and loving . Dio. Kinde and loving . t' were a good commendation For a sow and her pigs . Ant. You aske me the reason why I enquirde your age of your father . Dio. T is true Sir , for what have you to do with my age ? Ant. I 'de rather have to do with your youth Lady . Dio. Who , my page ? Ant. Fye Madam , y' are too apprehensive , too dexterious , Your wit has two edges I protest . Dio. What a cut would that giue to a bald crowne . Ant. My crowne itches not at that , Lady . Dio. Yet you may scratch it though . Ant. Come , come , your wits a good one , do not tyre it . Dio. Vnlesse it remove out of my head , I must , For I must tire that . Ant. I thinke you love me . Dio. You and I may be of two opinions , I thinke not so now . Ant. Come , your hand has betraid you , Do not you plainly say here , we two should be well matcht ? Dio. O strange , he steals halfe a text to uphold His heresie ; but what follows , we should be well matcht At a game of shittlecocke , the meaning is , For a couple of light headed things we could not be over matcht ; He might have conceited that that could have but said B to a battleder : but come Sir , you have said Enough to me , will you go speake with my father ? Ant. This I 'le adde first , which I 'le avouch unto Your fathers face , I love you . Dio. This I 'le confirme to you , And to my fathers face , but I 'le not promise you , Whether I blush or no , I do not hate you . Ant. I 'le follow you , yet give me leave ere you go To give a gratitude unto your lip . Dio. My lips do not stand in the high way to beg A charity , as open as they appeare to you . You 'le follow me Sir . Ant. I cannot stay long after . Dio. Soft I 'me in your debt Sir , did you bestow a kisse on me ? Ant. I did so farre presume . Dio. Take it againe — So now I am out of your debt , hereafter never feare To lend freely to one that payes so willingly . Exit . Laz. Now Sir , what do you do ? Ant. I am dissolving an Enigma . La. Let me helpe you , what is t . Ant. I would saine know What kinde of thing a mans heart is . Laz. Were you never At Barbar Surgeons hall to see a dissection ? I 'le report it to you , t is a thing framde With divers corners , and into every corner A man may entertaine a friend , there came The proverbe , a man may love one well , and yet Retaine a friend in a corner . Ant. Tush , t is not The reall heart , but the unseene faculties . Laz. Those I 'le decipher unto you , for surely The most part are but ciphers ; the heart indeed . For the most part doth keepe a better guest Then himselfe in him , that is the soule : now the soule Being a tree , there are divers branches spreading out of it , As loving affection , suffering sorrowes , and the like , Then Sir , these affections , or sorrowes , being but branches , Are sometimes lopt off , or of themselves wither , And new shoot in their roomes . As for example ; Your friend dies , there appeares sorrow , but it quickly Withers , then is that branch gone , Againe you love a friend , There affection springs forth , at last you distaste , Then that branch withers againe , and another buds In his roome , shall I give you history to this morall ? Ant. No , I can do ot my selfe , oh Margaretta . La. So shee s in the vocative case already , if she slide . Into the ablative , shee s thrush quite out of the numbers Ant. I am lost Lazarella . La. I shall finde you againe In Dionisiaes armes . Ant. Must I backe slide . La: If you can finde in your heart , you must . Ant. My hearts A rebell to me . La. Faith all your body Will be accessary too t , I 'me a friend . Come , come , league with your thoughts , you are too nice . Ant. How ill thou speakest of good , how good of vice ? T is now concluded in me , I will on , I must , although I meet destruction . Downe hill we run , climbe upward a slow pace : Easie discents to hell , steepe steps . Exeunt .
Actus tertius . Enter Lothario , and Iacenta . Lo. QViet your tongue , or I 'le take away your liberty , Know y' are under me , and my command . Iac. Quiet my tongue ? art officer of hell ! Thou Iaylor to the devill , fleshly fiend , I 'le waken heaven and earth with my exclaimes , Astonish hell for feare , the fire be doubled In the due vengeance of my hainous wrong , My heavy hainous wrong . Lo. Forbeare I say : you are a crack virgin , And I 'le bestow the widowe almes on you In charity , if you not hold your tongue . Iac. Worst of humanity , hold thou thy tongue , Shame thou to speake , my shame enforceth me . Lo. Come , come , my little ( what shall I call thee ) For it is now doubtfull what thou art ; being neither Maide , wife , nor ( saving your reverence ) widow . Ha ? Doest spit at me ? I 'le have you spitted for this tricke , Spits at him . And I will turne you as you see , and moreover I will hast you . Iac. O that I could spit out the spiders bladder , Or the roads intrals into thee , to take part And mixe with the diseases that thou hearst , And altogether choke thee , or that my tongue Were pointed with a fiery Pyramis To strike thee through , thou bundle of diseases , This store-house of some shaggy meteor , Some blazing fire shon o're thy fatall birth , And laid up all her sad effects in that , Gouts , aches , dropsies , and a hundred more , For were not poyson to thee naturall , Thy owne soule rottennesse would strangle thee . Lo. Thou art a looser , and I do consider it , Thou hast lost a maydenhead , a shrewd cracke : A flaw that will hardly be soaderd againe ; Some there be that can passe away these counterfeits . For currant , as brasse money may be taken For silver , yet it can never be the same , Nor restorde to his first purity , this I consider . And beare , ( but presume not too much to trouble The poole of my patience , it may rise soule ) it may . Iac. O that thine eyes were worth the plucking out , Or thy base heart , the labour I should take In rending up thy bosome , I should but ope A vault to poyson me ( detested wretch ) The hangmans man , basest degree of basenesse , Thou liv'st upon the lees and dregs of lust , Thy soule is a hyrde hackney towards hell . O Iulianus , my much honour'd father , How is thy simple faith deluded now ! Thou hadst not so much thought of ill in thee , To breede a bad opinion of a villaine , Tyrant , and ravisher ; whilst thou art winning Renowne and honour from Spaines enemies , Spaine has dishonour'd and imprisoned me : Thou understandst not this , unlesse the windes Vpon their fleeting convey heare it thee , Some gentle vision tell thee in thy sleepes , And heaven instruct thee with a waking faith , True to beleeve thy slumbers ; boyle out my bloud , And at the briney limbecke of mine eyes Distill my faculties ; alone I 'le tell My sorrowes unto heaven , my curse to hell . And there I mixe that wretch , from thence they rise , Oh whilst I looke on him , I loath mine eyes . Exit . Lo. But that I have some kinder purpose , I would not Be thus baited : I am given to the flesh as well As the king my Master , I have some hope to taste This dish after him ; but t is yet too hot for me , It will coole , and then I will draw my blade , and have A flash at it : this womans two edgde tongue , And this burthen of flesh that I beare about me , Hath made me so heavy , I must take a nap . Cob , boy , Cob , page . Enter Page . Cob. Here Sir . Lo. There is some thing gone Into my eares , that troubles my braine , blow in Some musique to fetch it out againe . Cob. The best I can , my Lord . Lo. And hearke you , having done , ascend the Turret And see if you can discover his Maiesty Comming to the Castle : this house he appointed For his recreation , if you do , descend , And give me warning . Cob. I will . A song within . Lo . falls asleepe . Enter Cob. So I have luld my Lord asleepe , I see he takes my musique heavily , Therefore I 'le sing no more : now to my Turret To see if the king come , now he may take him napping . Exit . Enter Iacinta . Iao. There is no resting place within a prison To make my sorrows lesse by recounting . I throw 'um forth , but empty none at all ; Ha , asleepe ? I , security can sleepe , Griefes a true watchman : how the devill snores ? There s hell within him , and what a hideous noise The fiends do make : oh had I but a murdering heart I could with his office beat out his braines braines But I have better thoughts , these keyes may give me My release from prison : Can I thinke Of better release , no , I will not delay it , I will keepe backe my sinnes from multitudes , And I may flie for safety to my father . There s divers wayes , heaven instruct the privat'st . And best for my escape : fare ill , not well , Thou and thy lustfull Master : from all but one , This key now frees me , O! that I beare about , Which none but mercies key can deliver out . Exit I Iacinta . Enter Cob. Cob. My Lord , I spie the king comming privately By himselfe , my Lord , one were as good attempt To wake a watchman at three a clocke in the morning , My Lord , lend me your keyes if you 'le not stir your selfe : Me thinkes he should wake himselfe with snoring , but it may be The more noise makes him sleepe the sounder ; the best is , I take it , the king has a private key to let in himselfe ; If he have , he will do his own work himselfe , and my Lord For this time shall be an innocent pander , In this act of sleepe a harmlesse husband may be so To his owne wife , T is as I guest , he is come In of himselfe . Enter Roderique . Rod. Where 's your Master ? Cob. Hee s here In his private meditations , my Leige . Rod. He was ever heavie , where 's Iacinta ? Cob. Safe enough , My Leige , she strucke my Lord into these damps With the very musique of her tongue , but they were all discord . Rod. Command here hither , her father sends me word , He has a noble fortune to bring home Conquest and royall captives , I shall not well Requite him : therefore I must now be heedful What I returne , how the villaine snores ! Sleepe on Sir , your sinne will be the lesse , in being My bawd . Now where is she ? Enter Cob. Cob. Alas my Lord , I have beene — . Rod. Beene impe , where have you beene ? Cob. Seeking about all the corners in the Castle For Iacinta . Rod. Why , is she to seeke slave ? Cob. I can neither heare nor see her any where . Rod. Rogue , thou neither seest , nor hear'st more if I see not her : Cob. I 'le go seeke better , my Leige , I doubt some legerdemaine , But if I finde not her within , I know the way out . Exit . Rod. You dormouse , baby of fifty , bundle of security , Awake Rogue , pocks of your heavy flesh , hast thou no soule ? Lo. Mynnion , I 'le clog your heeles with irons for this , Will you not let me rest by you ? Rod. Mischiefe ope your eye-lids : blocke , image . Lo. I will tell the king , and he shall tickle you for this . Rod. Sir death , I 'le tickle you for this , loggerhead , where 's Iacinta ? Lo. O my Leige , is it your Maiesty , I beseech you pardon me : These after dinner-naps are the repasts to my body . Rod. Diseases devoure your body , where 's Iacinta ? Lo. Safe , safe , my Leige , my keyes , where he my keyes , Saw you my keyes , my Leige . Rod. Confirmde , she has the keyes , and is fled the castle , Dog , hell-hound , thou shalt be my foot-ball , slave : I 'le drag this hatefull lumpe into his grave . Lo. Nay but my Lord , I protest . And the office I hold about you , I left 'em by me When I went to sleepe , and my first dreame told me They were there still . My boy , my Cob , saw you my Cob , my Leige ? Rod. Dogs worry you both ; search slave in every angle , Send pursuite after her , if thou returnst her not , Thou shalt curse thy being . Lo. If she be not above steeples , Nor beneath hell , I 'le finde her , for so high And low I can reach and dive , as heavy as I am . Exit . Rod. If she escape us , and once reach her father , Now in his height of honour , we know not how He may receive his wrongs , nor the event ; We will command him distant from the Court , And his prisoners sent to us ; And this shall haste Before her possible speed , if she scape : We le threaten his heads losse , if he deny 'um , Those that do wrong , had need keepe safety by 'um . Exit . Enter Margaretta and Fydella the Moore . Mar. O that some striking aire had blasted me Before this poyson entred at mine cares ; Married ? Fy. Madam , sweet Madam . Mar. Madam ! prethee mock me not , nor gard my folly With such a linsie wolsie ornament . Madam , is the mad dame , and thence mad woman : Define it so and I will borrow still That little of my store . A coat of tissue If a foole weares it , is but a fooles coat . Such are my trappings ; oh for time that 's gone , Equality , oh sweet equality , Borne under Libra , thou hast both right hands , Without advantage , or priority . Base ones made big by beauty are but slaves , Their Lords nere truly bed but in their graves . Hai a dangerous conceit , call my brother , Fidella . Fy. Then let me councell you , know hee s open , Plaine , and rusticall , and alterd from his first condition , What ever your purpose is , let it not appeare to him . Mar. Prethee be gone , and call him . Am I despis'd so soone ? wedlocke uniust , Vnequall nuptials are not love , but lust : Come backe past time , oh t is a fruitlesse call , I may repent , but finde no helpe at all . Now I forestall thee heaven ere I begin , Forgive me , I must act some a heinous sinne , I must now be changde . Enter Clowne , and Fydella . Clo. Ia. Lady sister , did your Madamship Send for my worship ? Mar. I did send for you brother . Iai You may intreat me . Mar. I hope so , I have a letter To my Lord ( brother ) containing so much love And secresie ; as I would trust none willingly But your selfe for the delivery . Ia. A letter sister ! I would not have you to take me for a Carrier , Or a Porter to carry words , or letters more Then it pleases me ; yet in the way of a Nuntius , Partly Embassadour , or so , I will Travell for your sake . Mar. Looke you , this is all , brother . Ia. Is this all sister ? Mar. Vnlesse you le adde another : Commends by word of mouth . Ia. By word of mouth ? T was not well spoken sister . Mar. Why brother ? Iay. Why what words are there , but words of the mouth ? Except it be words of the tayle , which would sound but ill In my Lord brothers cares : for words behinde A mans backe are but winde , you know that . Mar. But be most carefull in the delivery , I entreat you brother ; You know our wedding is onely knowne to us , A thing conceald from wide mouthd rumour , then should you Find him in company with Nobles of his own rank . Iaq. Tush , I can smell the rankest of them all . Mar. Say amongst Ladies you shoud find him sporting Dancing , kissing , or any such like wantonnesse , Take heed your rude approach does not move him to any distaste . Iaq. O my nowne sister , my nose is a little more a kin to you Now then ever it was ; you woud have me be an informer Of unlawfull games , as Ticktack , whipper ginny , in & in . Mar. No trust me brother , onely to instruct you I speak ; For the least disparagement should chance to him His pleasure forbidding it , would be a death to me , Iaq. Well sister , here s my hand , and my heart is some where Here about me too , but I 'de be loath to bring him Forth to witnesse , but I will be very carefull . Mar. You undo me else brother . Iaq. Pha , d' e thinke me for A foole or your brother ( sister ) Mar. Do not thinke But at your returne I shall be very thankfull . Iaq.

As for that , it is sufficient your Ladiship is my sister ; oh ye little amiable rogue you , a good face is a good dowry , I see sometimes ; when we two tumbled both in a belly together , little did our mother thinke which should have beene the Madam ; I might have beene cut the tother way iffaith , if it had pleased the sisters three , if the Midwife had but knowne my minde when I was borne , I had beene two stone lighter ; but much good do thee with thy good fortunes ; farewell honourable flesh and bloud , I will deliver to my noble brother , pretty trim Lady , I thinke we are eyde alike ; fare thee well , I cannot chuse but see thee as long as I looke upon thee . Exit .

Mar. Effect thy owne content , paper and inke , And then thou bringst the worke into my hands . Fudella . Fud. Madam . Mar. Thou louest me Fudella . Fud. Do you make a question on t Lady ? Mar. No , I rather Speake it as acknowledgement , suppose I went In the right noble way , to meet my foe I' th field , woudst be my second . Fud. To my second life , Madam . Mar. I do intend no such viragoes part , But in shape , a danger to thee farre more worse , But when t is done , the spatious world shall have to understand , Spite of the low condition of my birth , High spirits may be lodg'd in humble earth . Exeunt . Enter Dionisia and Anthonie . Dio. Sad still ! Ant. I am as I was ever Lady , Full of retyred thoughts . Dio. You draw these backward Should be comming on , and meet in nuptiall pleasures . Ant. All strive to be their owne Physitians ( Lady ) We know what s best and fittest to be done , But who can follow it ? Dio. Till the disease be knowne In vaine it were to study remedy , Pray what s your cause of sadnesse ? Ant. I have none , Lady . Dio. Why are you not merry then ? Ant. You must finde fault with my complexion for 't , Nature , perhaps , has not compounded me Of equall portions ; yet you discover Diseases outward , I not feele within , Me thinkes I 'me merry . Dio. No , I have heard you sigh so violent , They have wak't my slumbers with you in bed , One gust following another , as you woud breath Out all your aire together , there most be cause . Ant. I know not how to win your good beliefe , Lady , But if you le trust me ; Lazarello come hither . Enter Clowne . Iaq.

A murrin o the carrier brought me hither , I shall sit the worse this two dayes , but I thinke I have requited his sides for 't ; Now to my letter , pat yffaith , here 's my noble brother ; hum , I have a pestilent Lady to my sister , she told me I should finde him amongst Ladies ; if she had said Lady she had guest singular well yffaith , I will carry it as well as I can for my honourable brothers credit .

Dio. Fie , that 's a lame excuse , you won not honour Equall with your will , my selfe from the Castle saw you , Most nobly do , I saw you unhorse three brave opposers , You kild and captiv'd many enemies . Laz: Nay now sweet Lady You make too strict an inquisition , Men emulate in honour for the best . Who woud be second that can formost be ; For this a man may wrangle with his fate , And grieve and envy at anothers fortunes . Iaq. Hum , hum , hum . Laz. See you you fellow . Ant. Waft him hence good Lazarello , I am undone else , Looke here Dionisia , here 's a iewell , I never shewed thee yet . Dio. T is a very pretty one , Shall I have it ? Ant. With all my heart sweet . Iaq. He gives me ayme , I am three bows too short , I 'le come up nearer next time . Dio. When does the Army March hence , Antonio ? Ant. Some three dayes hence . I must prepare to go : Dio. I 'le go with you Antonio . Ant. By no meanes sweet , I 'le send for thee With more harmonious musique . Dio. Indeed I must . Ant. Come , come , indeed you shall not . Laz. He wonnot off Sir . Ant. A mischiefe carry him . Iaq. No! shall I have no notice taken of me ! I 'le begin in another tone with you . Hum , hum , hum , Sings . There was a Nobleman of Spaine , Lady , Lady , That went abroad , and came not againe To his poore Lady . Oh cruell age , when one proud brother , Lady , Lady , Shall scorne to looke upon another , Of his poore Lady . Dio. How now , what fellow 's this ? Iaq. No mans fellow here , Lady , yet a good fellow too In place where . Laz. Who ! this fellow , Lady ! he that knows not him , Knows not a man of mirth , this Doctor I tell you Gives as good cure for the melancholy . As the best Emperick in Spaine , what ere he be . Dio. I woud he woud practise on Antonio then . Laz. Troth Madam t is a good plot , please you to walke I 'le man you to the Castle , leave them together , T is an equall match , if he make him not merry , Hee le most terribly trouble his melancholly . Ant. Hee le make me more sad I feare . Dio. I had rather stay and partake some mirth . Iaq.

I am no womans foole ( sweet Lady ) t is two trades in Sivill ; as your mans Taylor , and your womans Taylor : So your Lords foole , and your Ladies foole , I am for the tongue , not for the bauble .

Dio. Well Antonio , I 'le leave you , and sirra make him merry , And I 'le reward thee : Iaq. If I cannot make him merrie , I know who can . Dio. Who I prethee ? Ant. T will out . Iaq. Why my — you can Lady . Dio. Now you iest too broad sirra . Iaq. That 's womans iesting , Madam . Exit Laz. and Dio. Ant. I was afraid he woud have namde his sister . Iaq. I will make bold to be cover'd , brother thou knowest Ant. Oh brother . Iaq.

Looke thee there s black and white for thee from the little honourable rascall my sister , and a thousand commendations too without booke , which I was bid to tell thee by roat , if thou canst reade and heare all at once .

Ant.

Yes I can .

Iaq.

There s honourable bones a breeding , my sister is the peevishest piece of Ladies flesh growne of late , we have good sport at it to see her vexe and fret , she boxes me as familiarly as if I were her Cobler , for talking to her , an unnaturall varlet , to strike her owne flesh and bloud , but I beare with her for thy sake .

Ant.

I thanke you for t , brother .

Iaq.

Nay , she cuts her lace , and eats raw fruit too , what sallet do you thinke she long'd for tother day ?

Ant.

I know not :

Iaq.

For a what doe call 'um ? those long upright things that grow a yard above the ground ; oh Cuckow pintle roots , but I got her her belly full at last .

Ant.

So t was well .

Iaq.

But the best lest was , she bit her shoomaker by the eare as he was drawing on her shoes ; and another time her Taylor for girding her too straight , he had a long nose , but she did so pinch his bill ; what , hast thou good newes brother ?

Ant.

Very good brother , all I reade are well .

Iaq.

Yes faith brother , we are in health , and drinke to thine sometimes .

Ant.

Brother , I woud have your swift returne .

Iaq.

T was my sisters charge , she thinkes of long things , poore heart .

Ant.

I cannot give you the entertainment I woud brother , but I pray you let this provide for you .

Iaq.

This is Hostesse , Tapster , Chamberlaine , & all , brother .

Ant.

In the morning early my letter shall bee ready for you .

Iaq.

I will lye in my boote all night , but I 'le bee ready as soone as your letter : Bonos nocios , mi frater .

Ant. Stay brother , one thing I must aske you , And pray you tell me , What s your thought of me , Finding me in a Ladies company ? Iaq.

O brother , I woud not have you thinke you have a foole to your kindred , what ! I understand these toyes , there are fowle , and there are fish , there are wag-tayles , and there are Mermayds .

Ant. Of what sort do you thinke she is ? Iaq.

Oh brother , definitions and distinctions ! fie on 'um , come , I know flesh and bloud will be sporting . And I were a married man my selfe , I woud not alwayes be at home , I woud hawke , and hunt , and ride , there are divers members in one body , there are flesh dayes , and there are fish dayes , a man must not alwayes eate one sort of meat .

Ant.

I see you are a wag brother .

Iaq.

Alwayes let a married man get his owne children at home if he can , if he have a bit abroad for procreation or so — .

Ant.

Well good night brother , I pray hold a good opinion of me .

Iaq:

O Sir , I can winke with one eye like a gunner , shall I make my sister sicke of the yelow laundies ? no , thought is free , whatsoever I speake , I 'le say nothing ; Vale , valete , valete , valetote . Exit .

Ant. I can dissemble mirth no longer . Oh my afflicted soule , wert thou capable Of separation , thou woudst now be rent Into a thousand peeces : Lazarello . Enter Lazarello . Laz. Now Sir , you are full of newes I 'me sure . Ant. Heavy and froward newes : where 's Dionisia ? Laz. At distance enough in the Castle ; you may speake . Ant. I am discover'd , Margaretta knowes of this Her wrong , and my disloyalty . Laz. It was no mystery , And must be found , but how does she beare it . Ant. Better then her birth , Aswell as my addition to her , nobly , And if her hand does not belye her heart , She 's glad that I have found an equall liking . Laz. She has done as becomes her . Ant. Yet with this request , That I would not forsake her utterly , But some times see her , t is articled too , That twice a weeke shee l have my fellowship By night , and private stealthes , the which obtainde , Shee l loose the name of wife , and never shame To be call'd my Concubine . Laz. I , this is well , Fine light pageant worke , but now sure building , This gilds a while , but will at length wash off agen ; This roofe must be raisde upon a sounder ground-fill ; Give me your free bosome , you have one heart , and two wayes , Which may have the better part freely . Ant. My conscience And my affection warre about this quarrell , My conscience saith the first , but my affection , The second . Laz. So then , you shoud Love Margaretta , but do love Dionisia . Ant. My heart 's triangled , two points Dionisiaes , And that downwards Margarets , and that 's the smallest . Laz. I thanke you for this free delivery : You seale your friendship to me , now let me build , I ha' te , I 'le rid your griefes at once ; will you But give consent . Ant. To any faire condition . Laz. No worse then Margarets request to you , Or very little , returne your letter , that You will satisfie all her desire , appoint Your first nights approach , and privately . Ant. Night cannot hide it ever . Laz. But heare me , You shall not go , I will supply your place , Not to blemish , but to preserve your honour : Command your entertainment , so secret be , As that no lights may leade you to your chamber , Let me alone to counterfeit for once , And once shall serve for all , if it but take , And that she bed with me , not for the act , For there your honour must be weighed , but company , Shall serve the turne , then rise I and proclaime Both our luxurious sinnes ; how dares she then Claime any part in you ? Ant. T is a strange extreames Laz. Vlcers must have corrasives to eate , not skinde , Extreames must have extreames to coape withall . It will not yeeld else . Ant. I like it , and allow it ; T is more then water that must fight with wilde fire . This passage shall be instantly preparde With some of my wearings , brought as neare my selfe As art can make , this Ring to strengthen it , I could subtract a third from my estate To heale her iniury , and quite blot out That taints mine honour , being voyc't , It must be curde ; pardon heaven and Margaret , There is an innate falling from what 's good , Which nothing can repaire in 's but our bloud . Exeunt .
Actus quartus . Enter Iulianus with a letter , and Piamentelli . Iul. THat I should ten leagues be in scorne remov'de From Court unto my countrey house ! for what ? T is very strange ; know you the cause ? Pia. Not I , my Lord . Iul. I cry you mercy Sir , and my king mercy , And I beshrew my thoughts for being troubled . I know the cause my selfe , his grace is wise , For seeing me on a Pyramis of honour , So eye-able to the world , the talking slaves , The multitude in their loud be bellowing voyces , Might adde so much to me Sir , as might dim His owne proper glory , for such weake eyes see The present object , nothing to come , or past , He gives me safety in it , and indeed Himselfe much worth and honour , for Sir , what honour Can subiects have , but is their kings owne right . Due as their crownes ; hee s royally wise in 't , I do applaud it highly , and obey it . Pia. Your prisoners must be sent him too my Lord . Iul. Ha ? my prisoners ? that goes somewhat further , Sir , I beseech you this day entertaine Your selfe into our Campe , y' are nobly welcome , The kings health shall go round the Army too This very night , answer and confirme What he commands . Pia. To morrow I must returne . Exit Piam . Iul. You shall , meane time I pray be merry with us : Commanded from the Court my prisoners sent for ! T is strange ; oh my forgetfull memory ! I did not aske how my Iacinta far'de : But she forgets too , mindes not me her father , We 'le mixe 'um both together , but my prisoners ! Enter a Servant . Serv. Sir , here s a woman ( forcde by some tide of sorrow ) With teares intreats your pitty , and to see you . Iul. If any souldier has done violence to her , Beyond our military discipline , Death shall divide him from us , Fetch her in . Exit Servant . I have my selfe a daughter , - on whose face But thinking , I must neede be pitifull : And when I ha told my conquest to my king , My poore girle then shall know , how for her sake I did one pious act ; is this the creature ! Enter with Iacinta . Ser. Yes , my Lord , and a sad one . Iul. Leave us : a sad one ! The down-cast looke , calls up compassion in me , A Coarse going to the grave looks not more deadly , Why kneelst thou ! art thou wrongde by any souldier ! Rise , for this honour is not due to me . Hast not a tongue to reade thy sorrowes out ! This booke I understand not . Iacin. O my deare father ! Iul. Thy father ? who has wrongd him ? Iac. A great Commander . Iul. Vnder me ! Iac. Above you . Iul. Above me ? whose above a Generall ? None but the Generall of all Spaines Armies , And that s the king , king Rodericke ; hee s all goodnesse . He cannot wrong thy father . Iacin. What was Tarquin ? Iul. A king , and yet a ravisher . Iacin. Such a sinne Was in those dayes a monster , now t is common . Iul. Prethee be plaine . Iacin. Have not you Sir , a daughter ? Iul. If I have not , I am the wretchedst man That this day lives : for all the wealth I have Lives in that childe . Iacin. O for your daughters sake then heare my woes . Iul. Rise then , and speake 'um . Iac. No , let me kneele still , Such a resemblance of a daughters duty , Will make you mindfull of a fathers love : For such my iniuries must exact from you , A you would for your owne . Iul. And so they do , For whilst I see thee kneeling , I thinke of my Iacinta . Iac. Say your Iacinta then ( chast as the Rose ) Comming on sweetly in the springing bud , And ne're felt heat , to spread the Sommer sweet : But to increase and multiply it more , Did to it selfe keepe in its owne perfume : Say that some rapine hand had pluckt the bloome , Iacinta like that flower , and ravisht her , Defiling her white lawne of chastity , With ugly blacks of lust ; what would you do ? Iul. O t is too hard a question to resolve , Without a solemne Councell held within Of mans best understanding faculties : There must be love , and fatherhood , and griefe , And rage , and many passions , and they must all Beget a thing call'd vengeance ; but they must sit upon 't . Iac. Say this were done by him that carried The fairest seeming face of friendship to your selfe . Iul. We should fall out . Iac. Would you in such a case respect degrees ? Iul. I know not that . Iac. Say he were noble . Iul. Impossible : th' acts ignoble , the Bee can breed No poyson , though it sucke the iuyce of hemlocke . Iac. Say a king should doo 't ? 'T were th' art lesse done By the greater power , does Maiesty extenuate a crime : Iul. Augment it rather . Iac. Say then that Rodericke , your king and Master , To quit the honours you are bringing home , Had ravisht your Iacinta . Iul. Who has sent A furie in this fowle-faire shape to vexe me ? I ha seene that face me thinks , yet know it not : How darest thou speake this treason , gainst my king ? Durst any man i th world , bring me this lye , By this , had been in hell ; Rodoricke a Tarquin ? Iacin. Yes , and thy daughter ( had she done her part ) Should be the second Lucrece : view me well , I am Iacinta . Iul. Ha ? Iac. The king my ravisher . Iul. The king thy ravisher ! oh unkingly sound : He dares not sure , yet in thy sullied eyes I reade a Tragicke story . Enter Antonio , Alonzo , Medina . O noble friends , Our warres are ended , are they not ? Omn. They are Sir . Iul. But Spaine has now begun a civill warre . And to confound me onely : see you my daughter ? She sounds the Trumpet , which draws forth my sword To be revengde . Alon. On whom ? speake loud your wrongs , Digest your choller into temperance : Give your considerate thoughts the upper hand , In your hot passions , t will asswage the swelling Of your big heart ; if you have iniuries done you , Revenge them , and we second you . Iac. Father , deare father . Iul. Daughter , deare daughter . Iac. Why do you kneele to me Sir ? Iul. To aske thee pardon that I did beget thee , I brought thee to a shame staines all the way Twixt earth and Acheron : not all the clouds ( The skies large canopy ) could they drowne the Seas With a perpetuall inundation , Can wash it ever out , leave me I pray . Falls downe . Alon. His fighting passions will be ore anon , And all will be at peace . Ant. Best in my iudgement , We wake him with the fight of his won honours : Call up the army , and let them present His prisoners to him , such a sight as that Will brooke no sorrow neare it . Iul. T was a good Doctor that prescrib'de that physick I 'le be your patient Sir , shew me my souldiers , And my new honours won , I will truly weigh them , With my full griefes , they may perhaps orecome . Exit Ant. Alon. Why now there s hope of his recovery . Iul. Iacinta welcome , thou art my child still , No forced staine of lust can alienate Our consanguinitie . Iac. Deare Father , Recollect your noble spirits , conquer griefe , The manly way : you have brave foes subdued , Then let no female passions thus orewhelme you . Iul. Mistake me not , my childe , I am not mad , Nor must be idle ; for it were more fit , ( If I could purchase more ) I had more wit , To helpe in these designes , I am growne old : Yet I have found more strength within this arme , Then without proofe I durst ha boasted on . Rodericke thou king of monsters couldst thou do this ? And for thy lust confine me from the Court , There 's reason in thy shame , thou shouldst not see me . Ha! they come Iacinta , they come , hearke , hearke , Now thou shalt see what cause I have given my king : Enter Antonio with the Affrican king , and other Moores prisoners . Stand , pray stand all , deliver me my prisoners : So t well , wondrous well , I have no friends But these my enemies , yet welcome brave Moores , With you I le parley ; first I defle you all . Alon. How ? Iul. I am a vowd for to your King , to Roderique . Ant. How Iulianus ! Iul. Nay we feare you not , here 's our whole army ; Yet we are strong enough from feare or flight . Ant. Make us understand a reason Iulianus , If for disloyalty reason may be given Of this your language . Iul. Be you my Iudges whom I make my foes ? Was my power plac't above my mercy , or mercy Above my power ? went they not hand in hand ? Ant. Ever most nobly . Alon. Ever , ever . Iul. Why then should Roderique doe this base deed ? Ant. You doe distract us Sir , beseech you name it . Iul. Behold this child of mine , this onely mine , I had a daughter , be she is ravisht now . Omn. Ravisht ? Iul. Yes , by Roderique , by lustfull , tyrant , Roderique : Omn. O most abhorrid deed ? Iul. Ioyne with me noble Spaniards in Revenge . Omn. We will . Iul. Have I your hearts ? Omn. Our lives shall seale it . Iul. Then Princely Mulymumen , here I free thee , And all thy valiant Moores : Wilt thou call back Thy scattered forces , and incorporate Their strengths with mine , and with me march through Spaine , Sharpning thy sword with vengeance for my wrongs ? Moore . Most willingly , to binde me father to thee , Plight me thy ravisht daughter to my wife , And thou shalt see my indignation fly On wings of Thunder . Iacin : O my second hell , A Christians armes embrace an infidell ! Iul. I le not compell her heart , wooe , win , and wed her : Forc't has she bin too much , — My honor'd friends , What We all thought to ha borne home in Triumph , Must now be seene there in a Funerall , Wrackt Honour being chiefe Mourner ; here 's the Herse Which wee le all follow ; — Roderique we come , To give thy lust a scourge , thy life a doome . Exeunt . A bed discovered , on it Lazarello , as Antonio : Enter Margaretta and Fydella with a halter . Mar. Sleepes he Fydella ? Fyd. Slumbringly Madam ; hee 's not yet in his dead sleepe . Mar. T is now his dying , anon comes his dead sleep . For never shall he wake , untill the world Hath Phoenix-like bin hid in his owne ashes , Fydella , take my strength into thine armes , And play the cruell executioner , As I will first instruct thee . Fyd. I am so farre From shrinking , Madam , that I le gladly be The Prologue to Antonios Tragedy . Mar. Antonios Tragedy ! that very Name Should strike even sparkes of pitty from the flint : Antonio ! husband Antonio . Fyd. Remember there 's another owes that Name . Mar. I , that 's that 's the poyson kils me ; shall a strumpet ( For shee 's no better ) rob me of a treasure So deere to me as he was ; yet her I pardon : The master-thiefe lies here , and he must dye for t : All mercy hence I banish . Iustice looke downe To see a womans vengeance ; thus I begin , And follow thus and thus , now I am in , Nothing shall pull me back . Laz. Oh , oh . Fyd. He has passage yet for breath . Mar. Here 's remedy for that , pull Fydella . Fyd. He woud speake it seemes . Mar. Never ; his tongue betrayd me once , I will No more listen my temptations ; heare he shall A while , and that but deafly : Antonio , I was your wife , Lordly Antonio , And in that balance equal'd with your selfe , I was your handmaid , and you might have trod On my humility , I had kist your feet , But with disdaine thou trampledst on my throat , As I doe now on thine , and will deface What nature built for honor , not deceit : Our wedding was in private , so our divorce , Yet this shall have as fre and open blazon As a truth-speaking goodnesse ; O my Fydella , Thou little instrument of my revenge , I woud not have thee ( for thy duty ) lost , There 's gold ; hye thee to safety , fare thee well , I must nere see thee more , this place will be — Fyd. Not too hot for me Madam ; my complexion Is naturall to it : good fortunes follow you ; If I might counsell you , I woud conceale it : If you can fly , doe not betray your selfe . Exit . Mar. Fy , prethee away , thou wilt marre all the glory , Conceale the deed ? even to the bended brow Of the sterne Iudge , I le speake , and call for iustice , Proud of my glorious vengeance , I will smile Vpon my dreadfull Executioner : T was that was first enacted in my brest , She shoud not dare to kill , that dares not die , T is needy mischiefe , and hee 's basely bent That dares doe ill , yet feare the punishment . Exeunt .
Actus quintus . Enter King Rodorique and Fiamentelli . Rod. SOme musique . Pia. Musique Sir ! t is all untunde , Remember your proud enemies approach , And your unreadinesse to entertaine um . Rod. If all be set upon a carelesse hazard , What shall care doe there ? Pia. Rouze you like a Lion , And fright this heard of Foxes , Wolves , and Beares , From daring to come neere you : a Kings eye . Has Magicall charmes in 't to binde treason down , They fight like theeves for spoile , you for your owne ; Rod. O Piamentelli , there s within my bosome , An army of Furies mustred , worse than those Which follow Iulianus : Conscience beats The Drum of horror up . Pia. For what ! a Meidenhead ! Pray be your selfe , and justifie the act , Stand on your guard , and royalize the fact By your owne dispensation . Rod. Goe call our friends together , if we have none , Hire them with double pay , our selfe will search And breake those dangerous doores which have so long Kept Spaine in childish ignorance . Pia. O good my Lord , Forbeare , there 's fatall prophesies forbid you . Rod. There 's fatall fooleries ; tell me of prophesies ! Shall feare affright me ? no ; upon my life T is hidden treasure kept for needfull houres , And now t is come ; t is gold must purchase soldiers ; Shall I not seeke it then ? alone I le breake Ope those forbidden doores , goe muster men . Pia. This I dread more then all our enemies , If good proceed from this , no Magick Art Shall fright me . Exit . Rod. Or good , or bad , I le throw the dice my selfe , And take the chance that fals ; thou art the first , Thunder Hell wakens , yet I le on , twenty at least I must passe through before I breake the spell , If this doore thither lead , I le enter hell . Exit . Thunder and Lightning . Enter Roderique againe at another doore . Rod So now I me entred to the fatall chamber , Shew now thy full effects , ha ? what sight 's this ? Enter Iulianus , Moore , Iaciuta , Antonio , Alonzo , one presenting Roderique . Rod. T is holliday in hell , the fiends are loose , I have enfranchiz'd you , thank me Devils ; Was this the fatall incantation That here was lockt so many fearfull ages , And was 't decreed for me to dislocate ? Fire consume you geomantick Devils , Where borrowed you those bodies , you damn'd theeves ? In your owne shapes you are not visible , Or are you yet but fancies imaginarie ? What 's he that me presents ? I have not sent My carcas forth , I am not sleeping now , And my soule straid forth , I am my reall selfe , Must I be captiv'd by a traitor so ? Devill thou playest me false ; undiadem'd ? And such a sooty fiend inherit me ? Iacinta , too , that she-curse , must she have part ? Kneeling to them , here 's a solemnity In the Devils name ; goe raigne in Sulphur , or in Some frozen Labyrinth ; this Kingdom 's mine : Thou there that me personat'st , draw forth thy sword , And brandish't against hell , I le shew thee how ? Exeunt Shew . What Magick bindes me ? what furies hold mine arme . Piamentelli , Avilla , none succour me ? Enter Piamentelli . Pia. What ayles you Sir ? Rod. My foes are come upon me . Pia. Comming they are , but yet a league distant , Sir , Rod. Zounds they are come , and have bin here with me . Traiterous Iulianus , and his ravisht daughter , An army of Moores , of Turks and infidels . Pia. Your fancies trouble you , they are but comming , Too neere in that , make up to your souldiers , Full twenty thousand now will follow you and more . Rod. The Moore 's a comming , & the devill too that must Succeed me in my last monarchy , take armes and fight , The fiends shall know they have not plaid me right . Exeunt . Enter Lothario with a halter . Lo.

O for a private place to bee hang'd in ; when all hope 's gone , welcome despaire ; which way soever the day goes , I 'me sure this is my way ; If the King overcome , I shall be hang'd for Iacintaes escape , if shee rise , I fall in recompence of her wrongs . All my griefe is , I want an heire to have my purse and clothes , one that would take the paines for me , an honest hangman were now as good a companion as I woud desire to meet with ; I have liv'd a Lord , and I woud be loath to dye an executioner .

Enter Clowne . Iaq.

Murder is come to light ; Oh sister how hast thou overthrowne our honorable house before it was well covered ; oh ambitious sister , halfe a share in a Lord woud not content thee , thou woud have all or none , now thou hast none , for thou hast kild thy Lord and husband .

Lo.

I was a Lord , altho a bawdy Lord .

Iaq.

I was a Lords brother , altho a bawdy Lords brother .

Lo.

O Lechery , how hast thou puft mee up and undone me .

Iaq.

O Lechery , thou hast battend me a while , and then spoild me .

Lo. Ha ? what art thou ? Iaq. Partly honorable , partly miserable . Lo. Give me thy hand . Iaq. Give me thy halter then . Lo. Art thou a hangman then ? Iaq.

I , and a mad one , but now I droope , and am ready to drop into the budget .

Lo,

Looke here 's worke for thee , here 's clothes , and here 's mony , wout thou take the paines to hang me ?

Iaq.

I have liv'd a Lords brother , and woud be loath to die a hangman .

Lo.

Doe not desire to die , live till thou diest of thine owne accord .

Iaq.

T is my desire , but I want a cord of mine owne , prethee lend me thine .

Lo.

Let me perswade thee to be charitable to thy selfe , spare thy selfe , and hang me , I have beene a Pander , knowst thou what a Pander is ?

Iaq. In briefe a knave ; more at large thus ; Hee 's a thing that is poore , He waits upon a whore , When shee 's sick , hee 's sore , In the streets he goes before , At the chamber waits at doore , All his life a runs o' th score , This I know , and know no more . Lo. All this I le adde to it , He weares long locke , And villanous socks , Many nights in the stocks , Endures some knocks , And a many of mocks , Eates reversions of cocks , Yet lies in the flocks , Thrives by the smocks , And dies with the pox . All this I have beene , and now desire to be hang'd for 't . Iaq. What hast thou there ? Lo.

A hundred marks , besides leases , and lands which I have wickedly gotten , all which I will bestow on thee , if thou wilt take the paines to hang me .

Iaq:

Hum ? my brother is dead , and there is no way to raise our house agen but by ready money or credit ; the hangman many times mounts above his betters ; well I will hang , but my conscience beares me witnesse , t is not for any good will I beare unto thee , nor for any wrong that I know thou hast committed ; but innocently for thy lands , thy leases , thy clothes , and thy money . And so come along with to me the next tree , where thou shalt hang till thou art dead , and stink above ground .

Lo.

With all my heart , my guts , my lights , my liver , and my lungs .

Alarum , Excursions , Enter Rodorique and Piamentelli . Pia. Fly , fly my Lord . Rod. With what wings ? Pia. With wings of speed . Your foes , Sir , conquer , and your souldies bleed , The barbarous Moore is titled by your name , The Spanish King ; therefore your safest speed Will be to Biscany , there you may finde New friends , new safety , and new kingly mindes . Rod. There is no friendship where there is no power , I must crave now , oh poverty most poore , To beg of them receiv'd mine almes , before . I have defended them : Pia. They 'le you releeve . Rod. I le make the proofe : what do you call the man Whose prowesse in that rightfull victory Against the Moores did so much honor win ? Pia. Antonio . Rod. He was , and is , and may be , but not long ? This poyson'd Iulianus has batterd him . Thou art my subject still Piamentelli . Pia. Whilst I am Piamentelli . Rod. Wert thou gone , I then might boast , I were a King alone , For but thy selfe I doe not know one subject , Then subjects all , since you le not let me die , I le seeke a weary life in Biscany . Exeunt Enter Moore and Iacinta . Mo. Thou mutable peece of nature , dost thou fly me ? Iac. Th'at 's frightfull to me . Mo. I shall be more frightfull , If thou repell a proferd arme of love , There will rebound a hate blacker in Art Then in similitude ; forget me not , Have not I chac't thy wronger from his ground , And my triumphant selfe thy conqueror ? I am thy King . Iac. I le feare thee then ? Mo. Not love me ! Iac. The word is poison'd in thy very tongue , Love thee ? as I would love my ravisher . Mo. Thy father shall repent . Iac. He must , and will , That ere he freed a captive infidell . Mo. Looke for a vengeance . Exit . Iac. Yes , some barbarous one , T is naturall to thee , base African , Thine in side a blacker then thy sooty skin . Oh Iulianus , what hast thou done ? t hast scap't The raging Lion , to wrastle with a Dragon , He would have slaine with a majesticke gripe . But this with venome ; better had bin thy fate By him to fall , then thus , by such a helhound . Enter Moore and Soldiers , with Iulianus . Mo. Bring forth that traytor , same that lustfull whore . Iul. What wilt thou monster ? Iac. Any thing that 's monstrous . Mo. Reward a traytor . Iul. Traytor ? Mo. Be thine owne iudge , What art thou but thy Kings , and Kingdomes ruine ? Was it thy hopes , that ever I should trust thee ? Traytors are poyson'd arrowes drawne to th' head . Which we shoot home at mischiefe ; being struck dead , Then let the arrow be consumed in fire . Hast not betrayd thy King and Country basely Iul. For thee ( ingratefull , villanous Moore ) I have , I have deserv'd to die , but not by thee , And I beseech thee , bloody Tyrant , hasten My punishment . Mo. That boone is easily granted . Iul. T is now full glory to thee , to strike home Set the black character of death upon me , Give me a sentence horrid as thy selfe art , Speake in thy barbarous language , thy last doome , A tyrants Axe sends me to a blest home . Mo. Pluck out his eyes , and her exclaiming tongue , She shall in silent sorrow then lead him , Her eyes shall be his starres . Iul. O spare her tyrant . By her offence and wrong thou hast aspirde , Then tread not on her vertues , 't is enough That I doe suffer for the good ill I did To set thy captiv'd foot above my head : Oh spare my child . Iac. Entreat for me ? forbeare Sir , Either be you dumbe or let him not heare , I shall have mentall prayers left for heaven , Fuller effectuall then this tongue can utter . And for the author of my wrongs and sinne , I shall have harty curses left . within . Enter Margaretta the body of Lazarello Pedro , and Claveile . Mar. O Iustice , Iustice , thou that filst the throne Of soveraigne Iustice , thou art a severe one . Give me thy sharpest rigor . Mo. Against whom ? Mar. My selfe the murdresse of my valiant husband . Mo. More fruits of Christians . Enter Antonio wounded with Dionysia Mar. Yes , and see , here 's more , Antonios ghost ! murdred by me , yet liv'st thou ? Ant. Revenge and jealousie misled thy arme . To kill my friend , ( my supposde friend ) not me . Thou strangledst Lazarello . Mar. O my hard fate ! My aim , was full at thee . Ant. End thy just hate , For I am parting from thee ; see those two That wrong'd thee are both wounded to the death , With griefe she , I by poyson lose my breath . Dio. Forgive him , but spare not me . Mar. How came you wounded ? I clap my hands at this your tragedy , My birth was base , but my revenge flew high . Mo. A noble girle , a lusty stout Virago . Aut. Iulianus , for a wrong done to his daughter , ( The fatall Engine that hath beat downe Spaine ) Revolted from his King , and set that Moore up , Who now insults , being but a captive then , And cause in honest language I was just In taxing this revolt of Iulianus , He bid a soldier kill me , who refusing it , He himselfe struck me ; life was lent thus long , But for the clensing of my conscience : I feele deathe pangs , forgive me both , and all , Let my soule rise , altho my body full With honor I got honor , thus my sinne thrives , Thus fals the wretched husband of two wives Fals . Dio. So , here 's a brace of widowes now at one windfall , A wholsome example to all succession ; Let every wise man take heed of two wives , T is too great ods , I durst be one of the two My selfe should break one of the strongest husbands hearts . What should I call thee , widow , shall wee marry one another now . And beget Chimeraes , I doe not thinke That ever any at once husband dares venture On us both at once again . Mar. Dost thou play with thunder , or is that thing Which should supply the place of soule in thee , Merely phantasticall ? are thy passions Such featherd follies , idle gigglotories ? Are these the rites due to a funerall ? Dio. Why ? hast never seene the sun-shine of a rainy day ? Who does beleeve a widows teares to be her hearts sorrow ? Are they not then better spa'rd then derided ? Let me see then what thou dar'st do with wet eyes , That I dare not answere with a smiling cheeke ? Mar. What thou dar'st not second I dare doe . Dio. Begin , I le pledge thee . Mar. Thou dar'st not . Dio. Try me . Mar. Thus then I come to thee Antonio ; Stabs herselfe . Thou didst forsake me living , being dead I will enjoy thy monumentall bed . Kisses him . Dio. I , hast thou that resolution ? Me thinkes a woman ( as I am ) should not out do me , I must dye one day , and as good this day as another , Whereabouts is my heart , I thinke all over my body , I am all heart , and therefore cannot misse , Some creatures dye singing , why not I merrily , Make me roome Antonio and Margaretta , Wee le all tumble in one bed together , I le lie as close as shee on thy left side , And have as many kisses too , that 's my bargaine ; My sinnes are all upon thy conscience , But I forgive thee , and heaven be the Clarke to 't , My soule will have free passage , my body I bequeath To thee Antonio , I am your wife , And will come to bed to you , thus I make unready , Thus I lie downe , thus kisse , and this embrace I le ever keepe , I am weary now with play , I needs must sleepe for ever . Moritur . Mo. Excellent pastime Enter Iacinta w leading Iulianus . Iul. T is night with me for ever , where 's this tyrant ? Turne me but to him , and from these darkned eyes I shall discover his Cymerian face , For tho all is darke , yet still that 's visible , And nothing else to me ; see ran here villaine , Looke what a bloody pageant thou hast made ; I borrow eyes to guide me of my child , And her I le lend a tongue to curse thee with . Mo. Ha , ha , ha . Iul. Thou laughest at misery . T is well , thou giuest a grave unto my sorrowes , Yet wherefore shouldst thou glory in 't ? this worke Is none of thine , t is heavens mercifull iustice , For thou art but the executioner , The master hangman , and those ministers That did these bloody ravishments upon 's , Thy second slaves , and yet I more deserve , I was a traytor to my lawfull King , And tho my wrongs encited on my rage , I had no warrant signed for my revenge , T is the peoples sinnes that makes tyrants Kings , And such was mine for thee , now I obey , But my affliction teaches me too late , On bloody revenger , finish up my fate . Mo. The rest shall noble be , He not confine Nor give thee living in captivity , Thy body shall enjoy the generall prison . But thy soule set free . Iul. Thou art good in that , and noble . Mo. Nay it shall nobler be in the performance , Give him weapons , thou art a soldier , And shalt end so ; I le be thy opposite , With ods of eyes , but not of armes , I vow , If thy darke ayme hit in my face , I le stand , And die with thee , if not , fall by my hand . Iul. Thou l't hurt my penitence , for I shall blesse All the ill deeds that I have done for thee , In this so noble end , Mo. By pr prepar'd then . Iul. One thing more of thee , be a prophet to me first , For thou know'st what shall become of my poore Iacinta , What end to her is fated . Mo. Before thy end thou shalt know it . Iul. Oh let it noble be , and honourable ; Her life has had too many strokes of sorrowes ; Oh let her end be sparing . Mo. It shall be noble too . Iul. I beg for her that has no tongue to beg , And what remaines my saint yeelding breath , Shall all be spent in blessings over thee : Farewell Iacinta , take my latest blessing , I know thy soule returnes a thanks to me , Make haste to overtake me , if thou beest stayd , Thinke of Cleopatra and Brutus wife , There 's many wayes to end a weary life . Mo. Come Sir , I stand before you . Iul. Thur I come , Thy death I le venter , but receive mine owne , So , I have my doome , and I have hit too . Mo. Ha , ha , ha , Iul. Laughest thou ? I am am deluded then . Mo. O bloody homicide , thou hast slaine thy daughter . Iul. False villaine , hast thou then so mockt my woes , To make me fatall butcher of my child ? Was she the target to defend thy body ? Forgive me my Iacinta , 't was in me An innocent act of blood , but tyranny In that black monster : 't is not much ill , Better my hand then a worse arme should spill Thy guiltlesse life ; what art thou going yet ? Thy warme blood cooles , my sunne begins to set , Nature shrinkes backward to her former formes , Our soules climbe stars , whilst these descend to wormes . See tyrant , from thy further strokes we fly , Heaven do thy will , I will not cursing die . . Mo. So , now we live beholding unto none Vpon this stayre we do ascend our throne , Give us our title . Omn. Long live Mullimumen King of Spaine . Mo. Your silence it confirmes , take hence their bodies , Give them to Christians , and let them bestow What ceremonious funerals they please . We must pursue the flying Rodorique . All must be ours , wee le have no Kingdome sharer , Let Chroniclers write , here we begin our raigne , The first of Moores that ere was King of Spaine .
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