The Bloody Banquet Dekker, Thomas; Middleton, Thomas This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A19755 of text S109199 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 6181). 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 Nayoon Ahn Lydia Zoells 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 A19755.xml The bloodie banquet. A tragedie. By T.D. [T.D.]. 30 600dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Michigan, Digital Library Production Service Ann Arbor, Michigan 2003 May (TCP phase 1) 99844848 STC (2nd ed.) 6181. Greg II, 567. 9694 A19755 2264195410

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 The bloodie banquet. A tragedie. By T.D. Bloody banquet. [T.D.]. Drue, Thomas, fl. 1616-1653, Barker, Thomas, fl. 1620, Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623, Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627, [60] p. Printed by Thomas Cotes, London : 1639. 1608

Sometimes attributed to Thomas Drue, to Thomas Barker, to Robert Davenport, and to Thomas Dekker and Thomas Middleton.

Signatures: A-G4 H2.

Running title reads: The bloody banquet.

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 A19755 shc The Bloody Banquet Dekker, Thomas Middleton, Thomas Nayoon Ahn Lydia Zoells 1608 play tragedy shc no A19755 S109199 (STC 6181). 60 19598 0 0 0 0 0 0 0.00 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 British Museum, 643 c. 4; later facs 1914, Robarts - University of Toronto, ABF-5299

THE BLOODIE BANQVET . A TRAGEDIE .

Hector adest secumque Deos in proelia ducit Nos haec novimus esse nihil .

BY T. D.

LONDON Printed by Thomas Cotes . 1639 .

Drammatis Personae . The King of Lydia . Tymethes his Sonne . Lapirus his Nephew . The King of Lycia . Zantippus his Sonne . Eurimone his Daughter . Armatrites King of Cilicia . Zenarchus his Sonne . Amphridote his Daughter . His Young Queene . Her Mayd . Mazeres his Favorite . Roxona the young Queenes Keeper Fidelio . Two faithfull Servants to the Lydian King . Amorpho Two faithfull Servants to the Lydian King . Sextorio . Two unfaithfull Servants of his . Lodovicus . Two unfaithfull Servants of his . The Old Queene of Lydia . Her two little Children . Chorus . The Clowne . Two Shepheards . 4. Servants . Souldiers .
THE BLOODY BANQVET , A TRAGEDIE .
INDVCTIO . Enter Florish . AT one doore the old King of Lydia , Tymethes his Sonne , Lapyrus his Nephew , and Souldiers . At the other the old King of Lycia , Zantippus his Son , Eurymone his Daughter , and Souldiers . The two Kings parley , and change hostages for peace . Lapyrus is given to the Lycian , and Zantippus to the Lydian . The Lycian seemes to offer his daughter Eurymone to Lapyrus to fall from his Vncle , and joyne with him ; he accepts her , drawing his sword against his Country and Vncle . The Lydian sends his sonne Tymethes for ayd ; he enters againe with Armatrites King of Cilicia , Zenarchus his sonne , and Mazeres a young Prince , the Cilician Kings follower . All they draw against the Lycians party , whereat they all vith Lapyrus flye ; the two other Kings pursuing them . Then enter the old Queene of Lydia flying from her Nephew Lapyrus , with two Babes in her armes ; he pursuing her with his drawne sword . Enter Chorus . After the waste of many thousand wounds Given and receiv'd alike , in seaven set battailēs , Lydia's old King upon conditions sign'd For Peace and truce , enter'd on feigned league With his fierce enemy the Lycian King Gave him in Hostage as his pledge of faith , His Nephew , Lord Lapyrus , and receiv'd Noble Zantippus from the Lycian ; To make the contract full and honourable , This Lord Lapyrus entertain'd and wellcom'd But chiefely by the faire Eurymone The Kings sole daughter , who unto Lapyrus Offers her as his Bride , so he would turne A Traytor to his Country and his King : Lapyrus , to obtaine the beautious mayd Turnes Traytor to his King , and joynes his forcen Vnto his faire loves Fathers , Lycia's Kings ; Th' old King of Lydia being so beset By his owne Nephews unexpected trechēries , Sent forth his sonne Tymethes to crave ayd From Armatrites King of great Cilicia , Which he obtain'd in a disastrous houre As the event will witnesse ; In this trouble The frighted Queene with her two Infants fled Into a Forrest , fearing the sad ruine Hourely expected , untill Armatrites With a fresh Army forc'd Lapyrus flye And sav'd the King , doom'd for worse treachery . What followes shewes it selfe ; t is our full due , If we with labour give content to you . Exit .
Act. 1.
Scene . 1. Enter , The two Kings of Lydia and Cilicia , Zenarchus sonne to the Cilician , Tymethes , sonne to the Lydian , Mazeres , Fidelio , Amorpho , Sextorio , Lodovicus , when they come unto the Throne , the Tyrant of Cilicia puts by the old King , and ascends alone : all snatch out their swords , Mazeres crownes him , the old King and Tymethes stand amazed . Florish . Arm. Speranza . Omn. Long live Armatrites King of Lydia . King . How ? Arm. Art thou amaz'd old King , and all thy people Mutually labouring in a fit of wonder ? Start from those palē dreames , we will prove all true , Who wins the day the brightnesse is his due . King . King of Cilicia . Arm. I and Lydia now , Bate us not our Titles , we and ours Have sweate and dearely earn'd them in our flesh . King . It savors not of noblenesse nor vertue , Religion , loyalty , heaven or natures lawes So most perfidiously to enter , Tyrant , Where was , expected honesty and honour , Assistance from a friend , not a dissembler , A Royall neighbour and no politique foe . What worse than this could th' enemy performe ? And when shines friendship best but in a storme ? Arm. Why , doating Lydia , is it of no vertue To bring our Army hither and put in venture Our person and their lives upon our foes ? Wasting our courage , weakning our best forces ; Impoverishing the heart of our munition , And having wonne the honour of the battaile To throw our glory on unworthy spirits , And so unload victories honey thighes To let Droanes seede ? King . Will nothing satisfie but all ? Arm. Without all , nothing . The Kingdome and not under suites our blood , Flyes ate are not Eagles preyes nor thankes our food : And for Cilicia our other spheare , Our sonne Zenarchus let thy beames move there . Zen. Rather , my Lord , let me move pitty here , Vnto that reverend fate-afflicted King ; For whom , with his disconsolate sonne ( my friend And plighted Brother ) I here kneele as Sutor . Oh my most Noble Father , still retaine The seale of honour and religion , A Kingdome rightly possessed by course , Containes more joy than is usurpt by force . Arm. The Boy hath almost chang'd us . Maz. He cooles — my Lord , remember you are possess'd . Arm. What , with the Devill ? Max. The Devill ! the Dukedome , the Kingdome , Lydia . All pant under your Scepter ; the sway 's yours , Be not bought out with words , a Kingdome 's deare , Kisse fortune , keepe your minde , and keepe your state , Y' are laught at if you prove compassionate . Arm. Thankes to Mazeres , he hath refresht our spirits , Zenarchus , 't is thy death if thou proceede , Thy words we threate , rise silent or else bleed . King . Who can expect but blood where Tyrants governe ? Arm. We are not yet so cruell to thy fortune As was Lapyrus , thy owne Nephew , trecherous ; That stole upon thy life , beseig'd thee basely , And had betray'd thee to thine enemies anger Had we not beate his strength to his owne throate ; And made him shrinke before us , all can tell In him t was monstrous , t is in us but well ; A tricke of warre , advantage , policy , nay rather recompence ; There 's more deceite in peace , t is common there T' unfold young heires , the old may well stand bare . You have your life , be thankefull , and t is more Than your perfidious Nephew would consent to , Had he surpriz'd you first , your fate is cast , The sooner you be gone 't will prove the safer . Kin. On thee Lapyrus , and thy treacheries , fall The heavie burthen of an old mans curse . Fid. Your Queene with her two Infants fled the Citty Affrighted at this treason and new warres . Kin. Newes of more sadnesses than the Kingdomes losse , She fled upon her houre , for had she stayd Sh' had either dyed , beene banish'd , or betrayd . I have some servants here ? Arma. All these my Lord . Kin. All these ? not all ; you did forget , I am not worth the flattering , I am donem , Old and at set , honour the rising Sunne . If any for love serve me , which is he ? Now let him shame the world and follow me . Fid. That 's I my Lord . Amor. And I . Kin. What two of you ? Let it be enrould Two follow a King when he is poorē and old . Exit cum suis . Sex . Farewell King . I le play the Flounder , keepe me to my tyde . Lod. And so will I , this is the flowing side . Maz. Those men are yours , my Lord . Arm. We 'le grace them chiefely , Waite for imployment , place and eminence , The like to each that to our bounty flies , For he that falls to us shall surely rise . His sonne Tymethes little frights our thoughts , He 's young , and given to pleasure , not to plots . Maz. Your Grace defines him right , he may remainē , The Prince your sonne , bindes him in a love-chaine ; There 's little feare of him . Arm. Their loves are deare , Base Boy , he leaves his father to live here . Maz. His presence sets a glosse on your attēmpts , They have their luster from him . Arm. He 's their Countenance , T was well observ'd and follow'd , he shall stay , Mazeres , thou armest us that wonne the day . Exit , all but Zenarchus and Tymethes . Zen. None but Mazeres , that Court flye , could on The vertues of the King blow such corruption , Man falls to vice in minutes , runnes , and leapes , But unto goodnesse he takes wary steppes . How soone a Tyrant ? why Tymethes , Friend , Brother ? Tym. Peace , prithee peace , you undoe me if you wake me , I hope I 'me in a dreame . Zen. Would t were so happy ? Tym. No! why then wake Begger ; but the comfort is I have brave seeming kinsemen : why Zenarchus , T is not the losse of Kingdome , Fathers banishment , Vncertainty of Mother , afflicts me With halfe the violence that those cross'd affections , Betwixt your Princely Sister and our selfe , Who upon fortune , or her Fathers frowne , Erecting the whole Fabricke of her love , Either now will not , or else dare not love me . Zen. Chance alters not affection , see in me That hold thee deare still spight of Tyrannie : Fate does but dim the glasse of a right man , He still retaines his worth , doe what fate can . Change faith for drosse ? I will not call her sister , That shall hate vertue for affliction . Enter Amphridote . And here she comes to cleare those doubts her selfe . Amp. Strange alteration ! will the King my Father Goe to his grave a Ruffian and a Treacher ? In his gray heires turne Tyrant to his friends ? Wasting his penitentiall times in plots , Acting more sinnes than he hath teares to wēepe for them ? Tym. Alas Lady , fortune hath chang'd my state , can you love a begger ? Am. Why fortune hath the least command ore love , She cannot drive Tymethes from himselfe , And t is Tymethes , not his painted glories , My soule in her accomplish'd wish desires . Zen. What say you now sir ? Tim. Nothing but admire That heaven can frame a creaturē like a woman And she be constant , seeing most are common . Zen. Put by your wonder sir , she proves the same , I spake her vertues for her ere she came , And when my father dyes I here doe vow , This kingdome now detained wrongfully Shall then returne unforcedly to you , In part thy dowry , but in all thy due . Tym. Vnmatched honest young man . Enter Mazeres observing . Zen. Comen , let your lips meete though your fortunēs wander . Maz. Ha! taste lips so bounteously with a begger ? Zen. Thus in firme state let your affections rest , Time , that makes wretched , makes the same men blest . Exeunt . Maz. What 's here ? either the Princes out of charities rarenesse Are pleas'd to lay aside their glories , and refresh The gasping fortunes of a desperate wretch ; Or if for larger bounties I was mad T' advise the King for his remaining here That had beene banish'd , and with him my feare : I love the Princesse , and the King allowes it , If he should prove a rivall to my love , I have argued faire for his abiding here : My plots shall worke his ruine , if one faile I le rayse a second , for I must prevaile : I that us'd policie to cause him stay Can shew like Art to rid my feares away . Exit .
Scene . 2. Enter the old Queene with two Babes , as being hard pursued . Que. Oh whither shall I flye with these poore Babens ? Twice set upon by Theeves within this Forrest Who rob'd me of my Cloathes , and left me these , Which better suite with my calamity : What fate pursues the good old King my husband , I cannot learne which is my worst affliction ; Oh trecherous Lapirus ! impious Nephew ! All horrors of a guilty brest keepe with thee ; Either poore Babes , you must pine here for food , Or have the wars drinke your immaculate blood . Cry within follow , follow . Oh flyen , least life and honour be betrayd . Exit .
Scen. 3. Enter Lapirus disguised . Lap. Villainem and fugitive , where wilt thou hide Th' abhorred burthen of thy wretched flesh ? In what disguise canst thou be safe and free , Having betray'd thy Countrey ? base Lapirus . Earth stretch thy throate , take downe this bitter Pill , Loathing the hatefull taste of his owne ill . Enter the Queene and two souldiers pursuing her . Qu. Oh help , good heaven save a poore wretch from slaughter . The. 1. Stop her mouth first , souldiers must have their sport T is dearely earnd , they venture their blood for 't . Lap. A Mother so enforc'd by pittilesse slaves ? Let me redeeme my honour in her rescue , And in this deede my former basenesse dye . The. 2. Come , come . Que. If ever woman bore you . Lap. Who ere bore them monsters begot̄ them ; mercilesse damn'd villaines . Both . Hold , hold , sir ; we are souldiers , but doe not love to fight . Exeunt . Que. Let me disswade you from all hope of recompence Save thankes and prayers , which are the Beggers gifts , Lap. You cannot give me that I have more neede of Than prayers ; for my soule hath a poore stocke ; There 's a faire house within , but t is ill furnisht There wants true teares for hanging , penitent falls , For without prayers souldiers are but bare walls : Whence are you ? that with such a carefull charge , Dare passe this dangerous Forrest ? Que. Generous sir , I was of Lydia once , as happie then As now unfortunate ; till one Lapyrus , That trayterous villaine Nephew to the King Sought the confusion of his State and him ; And with a secret Army guirt his Land , When peace was plighted by his enemies hand , Little expecting such unnaturall Treason From forth a Kinsmans bosome ; all admir'd But I his miserable Queene . Lap. Oh sinke into perdition , let me heare no furthēr , aside . Que. I le tell you all ; for your so late attempt Confirmes you honest , and my thoughts so keepe you : I frighted at new warres , and his false breath , Chose rather with these Babes this lingering death . Lap. Oh in her words I endure a thousand deaths . Que. The truth of this sad story hath beene yours . Now , curteous sir , may I request your name , That in my prayers I may place the same , Lap. I le put my death into her woefull hands . Que. I heare you not sir , I desire you name . Lap. To adde some small content to your distresse , Know that Lapyrus , whom your miseries May rightly curse , and be revenged justly Lurkes in this Forrest equally distrest . Que. In this Forrest lurkes that abhorred villaine ? Lap. These eyes did see him ; and faith Lady , say If you should meete that worst of villaines here , That Treacher , Monster ; what would you attempt ? Que. His speedy death , I should forget all mercy , Had I but meanes fully to expresse my vengeance . Lap. You would not , Queene . Que. No ? by these Infants teares That weepe for hunger , I would throughly doe 't . Lap. See yonder he comes . Que. Oh where ? Lap. Here , take my sword , Are you yet constant ? shame your Sex and be so ; will you do 't ? Que. I see him not . Lap. Strike him through his guilt and trechery And let him see the horrors of his perjur'd soule , Are you ready ? Que. Pray let me see him first . Puls off his false beard and kneeles . Lap. You see him now — now do 't . Que. Lapirus ! Oh fortunate revenge ! now all thy villanies Shall be at once requited , thy countries ruine The King thy Vncles sorrow , my owne miseries , Shall at this minute all one vengeance meete . Alas , he doth submit , prayes , and relents , Who could wish more ? none made from woman can , Small glory 't were to kill a kneeling man : When he in penitent sighes his soule commends Thou send'st him to the Gods , thy selfe to th' fiends : But hearken to thy piteous Infants cryes , And th' are for vengeance , peace then , now he dyes . Ingratefull woman , he delivered thee From ravishment , canst thou his murthresse be ? What 's riches to thy honours ? that rare treasure Which worlds redeeme not , yet t is lost at pleasure . Kill him that preserv'd that ? and in thy rescue His noble rage so manfully behav'd : Rise , rise , he that repents is ever sav'd . Lap. Will misery yet a longer life afford ; To see a Queene so poore , not worth her word ? Que. I am better than my word , my word was death . Lap. Man's nere past griefe , till he be past his breath . Que. I pardon all Lapyrus . Lap. Doe not do 't . Que. And onely to one penance I enjoyne thee For all thy faults past , while we here remaine Within this Forrest , this thy taske shall bee , To procure succour to my Babes and me . Lap. And if I faile may the earth swallow me . Que. Th' art now growne good , here could I ever dwell , Were the old King , my husband safe and well . Exeunt .
Scene . 4. Enter Tymethes and Zenarchus . Zen. Come , come , drive away these fits , faith I le have thee merry . Tym. As your son and heire at his fathers funerall Zen. Thou seest my sister constantly affects thee . Tym. There were no mirth nor musicke else for me . Zen. Sir in this Castle the old King my father Ore-worne with jealousie keepes his beauteous wife , I thinke thou never saw'st her . Tym. No , not I . Zen. Why then thy judgements fresh , I le visite her On purpose for thy censure . Tym. I speake my affection . Zen. Nay on my knowledge she 's worth Jealousie , Enter Roxano . Though Jealousie be farre unworthy a King . Rox. My lov'd Lord ? Zen. How cheares the Queene ? they whisper . Tym. Have I not seene this fellow before now ? He has an excellent presence for a Pander , I know not his office . Zen. Vse those words to her . Rox. They shall be us'd my Lord , and any thing That comes to using , let it come to me . Exit . Tym. What 's he Zenarchus ? Zen. Who Roxano ? a fellow in great trust , Elected by my fathers jealousie . But he , and all the rest attend upon her I thinke would turne her Panders for rēward ; For t is not watch nor ward keepes woman chast , If honours watch in her mind be not plac't . Tym. Right Oracle ; what gaine hath Iealousie ? Fruitlesse suspition , sighes , ridiculous groanes , Hunger and lust will breake through flesh and stonēs : And like a whirle-winde blowes ope Castle dores . Italian padlockes , Zen. What mad Lords are your jealous people then , That lockes their wives from all men but their men ? Make them their keepers , to prevent some greater , So oft it happens to the poores releefe , Keepers eate Venison when their Lords eate Beefe . Enter young Queene with a booke in her hand . See , see , she comes . Tim Honour of beauty ? there mans wishēs rise , Grace and perfection lighten from her eyes . Amazement is shot through me . Zen. T is Tymethes , Lady , Sonne to the banish'd King . Que. Is this he ? Zen. It is sweete Lady . Que. I never knew the force of a desire Vntill this minute strucke within my blood ; I feare one looke was destin'd to undoe me . Zen. Why Tymethes ? friend . Tym. Ha ? Zen. A Courtier , and forget your first weapon ? goe and salute our Lady Mother . Que. He makes towards us : y' are Prince Tymethes ? so I understand . Tym. The same unfortunate , most gracious Lady , Supreamest of your Sexe in all perfections . Que. Sir , y' are forgetfull , this is no place for Courtship , Nor we a subject for 't , returne to your friend . Tym. All hopes kild in their blossome . Que. Too cruelly in faith I put him by , Wine for our sonne Zenarchus , t was done kindly Enter Roxano with wine . You sonne , and our best Visitant . Zen. Duty bindes me . Que. Begin to me Zenarchus , I le have 't so . Tym. Why then there 's hope she le take occasion To drinke to me , she hath no meanes t' avoyd it . Que. I le prevent all loose thoughts , drinke to my selfe , Drinkes and gives Roxano the Cup. My minde walkes yonder , but suspect walkes here . Tym. The divell 's on that side and engrosses all , Smiles , favours , common curtesies , none can fall But he has a snatch at them ; not drinke to me ? Que. Make you yon stranger drinke . Rox. offers it him . Tym. Pox of 't not I . Que. I speake strange words against my fantasie . Len. Prithee Tymethes drinke . Tym. I am not dry . Zen. I thinke so too ; dry , and so young , 't were strange , Come prithee drinke to the Queene , my mother . Tym. You shall rule me — unto that beauteous Majesty ? Que. Thanks noble sir ; I must be wary , my mind 's dangerous . I le pledge you anon sir . Gives Roxano the Cup . Tym. Hart ? how contempt ill fortune does pursue ? Not drinke , nor pledge , what was she borne to doe ? I le stay no longer , least I get that flame , Which nothing but cold death can quench or tame . Zenarchus , come . Exit . Zen. I goe , musick of minde to the Queene . Que. To you no lesse . Zen. And all that you can wish , or I expresse . Exit . Que. Thankes to our sonne , Th' other tooke leave in silence , but left me To speake enough both for my selfe and thee . Tymethes ? that 's his name , poore heart take heede , Looke well into th' event ere thou proceede : Love , yet be wise ; impossible , none can ; If ere the wise man claime one foolish houre T is when he loves ; he 's then in follies power . I neede not feare the servants that ore-watch men Their faiths lye in my Coffers , in effect , More true to me then to my Lords suspect . The feares and dangers that most threaten me , Live in the party that I must enjoy , And that 's Tymethes ; men are apt to boast ; He may in full cups blaze and vaunt himselfe Vnto some meaner Mistresse ; make my shame The politique Engine to beate downe her name , And from thence force a way to the Kings eares , Strange fate ; where my love keepes , there keepe my fearēs . Enter Tyrant . Tyr. Alone ? why where 's her guard ? suffer her alone ? Her thoughts may worke , their powers are not her owne . Women have of themselves no entire sway , Like Dyall needles they wave every way , And must be throughly taught to be kept right , And point to none but to their Lords delight . Enter Roxano and guard . Time to convey and plot ? leave her alone ! Why Villaines — kisse me , my perfection , This night we 'le banquet in these blissefull armens . Qu. Your nights are musick , and your words are charmes . Tyr. Kisse me againe faire Tethis . Walkes off with her , and the guard followes . Rox. My Lady is scarce perfect in her thoughts How ere she fram'd a smile upon the Tyrant . I have some skill in faces , & yet they never were more deceitfull ; A man can scarce know a Baud from a Midwife by the face ; An hypocriticall Puritan from a devout Christian If you goe by the face ; well all 's not streight in my Lady . She hath certaine crooked cogitations if a man had the liberty to search 'em : If ought point at my advice or performance , shee may fortunately Disclose it : she knowes my mettle , and what it yeelds to an ounce , She cannot be deceiv'd in 't : here 's service , and secrēcie , and no Lady can Wish more , beside a Monkey ; she is assur'd of our faculties , there 's none Of us all that stand her smocke Centinells , but would venter a joynt To doe her any pleasurable service , and I think that s as much As any woman desires — masse here she comes . Enter Queene sad . T is so me strange Physicke I know by the working . Que. It cannot be kept downe with any Argument , T is of aspiring force ; sparkes flye not downeward , No more this receiv'd fancy of Tymethes , I threaten it with my Lords Iealousy , Yet still it rises against all objections ; I see my dangers , in what feares I dwell There 's but a Planken on which I runne to hell , Yet were 't thrice narrower I should venture on , None dares doe more for sinne than woman can . Misery of love — Roxano ? I am observ'd , What newes Roxano ? Rox. None that 's good , Madam . Que. No ? which is the bad ! Rox. The worst of all is , Madam , you are sad . Que. Indeede I am not merry . Rox. Would I knew the meanes would make you so , I would turne my selfe into any shape or office To be the Author of it , sweete Lady . Que. Troth I have that hope of thee , I thinke thou would'st Rox. Thinke it ? sfoote , you might sweare safely in that action And never hurt your oath — I nere fayld yet . Que. T were sinne to injure thee , I know thou didst not . Rox. Nay I know I did not . Que. But my trusty servant , This plot requires art , secresie and wit , Yet out of all can hardly worke one safety . Rox. Not one , that 's strange , I would 't were put to me , I le make it arrive safe what ere it be . Que. Thou couldst not my Roxano — why admit I love , now I come to thee . Rox. Admit you love ? why all 's safe enough yet . Que. I , but a stranger . Rox. Nay , now we are all spoyld Lady , I may looke for my braines in my Bootes — now you have put Home to me indeed , Madam ; A stranger ? there 's a hundred Deaths in the very name , besides vantage . Que. I sayd I should affright thee . Rox. Faith no foolē can fright me , Madam , commonly cal'd a stranger . Que. Hast thou the will ? or dar'st thou doe me good ? Rox. Doe thee good , sweete Lady ? as farre as I am able nere doubt it ; Let me but cast about for safety , and I le doe any thing , Madam , Que. I , I , our safeties ; which are meere impossibles , Love forgets all things but its proper objects . Rox. What is he ? and his name ? Que. Tymethes , in a most unluckie minute Led hither by our Sonne in Law Zenarchus . Rox. Hum , is that the most fortunate , spider catching , smocke wrapt Gentleman ? Que. Yet if he know me . Rox. What then ? Que. I am undone . Rox. And is it possible a man should lye with a woman and yet not know her ? And yet t is possible too — thanke my Invention , follow that game still . Que. He must not know me ; than I love no further ; Although for not enjoying him I dye ; My Lords pale jealousie does so orelookē me , That if Tymethes know what he enjoyes It may make way unto my Lords mistrust ; Then since in my desire such horrours move I le dye no other then the death of love . She swounds and Roxano holds her in his armes . Rox. Lady , Madam , doe you heare ? Have you leasure to swoune now , when I have taken such paines i' th' businesse ? To take order for your safety , set all things right ; why Madam ? Que. What sayes the man ? Rox. Why he sayes like a Gentleman every inch of him , And will performe the office of a gentleman ; bring you together ; Put you together , and leave you together : what gentleman can doe more ? Que. And all this safely ? Rox. And all this safely ? I by this hand will I , Or else would I might never doe any thing to purpose ; If he have but the first part of a young gentleman in him . T is granted Madam ; I have crotchets in my braine That you shall see him and enjoy him , and he not know where he is , nor who it is . Que. How ? shall he not know me ? Rox. Why t is the least part of my meaning he should Lady . Doe you thinke you could possibly be safe and he know you ? Why some of your yong Gallants are of that vaine-glorious and preposterous Humour , that if they lay with their owne Sisters you should heare them prate of 't , This is too usuall , there 's no wonder in 't : what I have sayd I will sweare to performe , you shall enjoy him ere night And he not know you next morning . Que. Thou art not onely necessary but pleasing , There , catch our bounty , mannage all but right , As now with gold , with honours wee le requite . Exit . Rox. I am your creature Lady ; pretty gold , And by this light me thinkes most easily earn'd , There 's no faculty , say I like a Pander , and that makes so many Now adayes dye in the Trade : I have your gold Lady , And eke your service ; I am one step higher , This office makes a gentleman a Squire . Exit .
Act. 2.
Scene . 1. Enter Clowne , and two Sheapheards . Shep. 1. Come fellow Coridon , are the pits digg'd ? Clo. I , and as deepe as an Vsurers conscience I warrant thee . Shep. 2. Mas and that 's deēpe enough , 't will devoure a widow and three Orphans At a brēakefast ; soft , is this it ? Shep. 1. I , I , this is it . Clo.

Nay for the deepenesse I le be sworne ; but come my masters & lay these boughes crosse over : so , so , artificially , and may all those horson Muttonmongers the wolves , hole here , which eate our sheepe .

Shep. 2. I wonder what wolves those are which eate our sheepe , Whether they be he wolves or she wolves ? Clo. They should be he wolves by their loving Mutton , But by their greedinesse they should be she wolves . For the belly of a she wolf is never satisfied till it be dam'd up . Shep. 1.

Why are the she wolves worse than the he 's ?

Clo.

Why , is not the dam worse than the Devill pray ?

Shep. 1.

You have answered me there indeed .

Clo.

Why man , if all the Earth were Parchment , the Sea Ink Every sticke a pen , and every knave a Scrivener , they were not all able to write downe the knaveries of she wolves .

Shep. 2.

A murren on them , hee 's or shee s , they sucken the blood of none but our Lambes .

Clo.

Oh alwayes the weakest goes to the wall , as for example , knocke downe a sheepe and he tumbles forwards , knocke downe a woman and she tumbles backewards .

Shep. 1.

Sirra , I wonder how many sorts of wolves there been .

Clo.

Marry just as many sorts as there be knaves in the Cards

Shep. 2.

Why that 's foure .

Clo. First there are your Court wolves , and those be Foule eaters and cleane drinkers . Shep. 2.

And why cleane drinkers ?

Clo.

Why because when they be drunken they commonly cast up all , and so make clensing weeke of 't .

Shep. 2.

So sir , those are cleane drinkers indeed .

Clo.

The next are your Country wolves , nothing choakes them but plenty , they sing like Syrens when corne goes out by ship-fulls , and dance after no tune but after an angell a Bushell .

She. 1.

The halter take such cornecutters .

She. 2.

Are there no Citty Wolves ?

Clo.

A rope on them , yes , huge routes , you shall have long lane full of them ; they le feed upon any whore , carrion , theefe , or any thing .

Shep. 1.

Have they such mawes ?

Clo. Mawes ? why man , fidlers have no better stomackes , I have knowne some of them eate up a Lord at three bits . Shep. 2.

Three bonds you meane .

Clo. A Knight is no body with them , A young gentleman is swallowed whole like a gudgeon . Shep. 1.

I wonder that Gudgeon does not choake him .

Clo.

A Gudgeon choake him , if the throate of his conscience be sound , he 'le gulpe downe any thing ; five of your silken Gallants are swallowed easier than a Damaske Prune : for our Citty wolves doe so roule my young prodigall first in waxe , which is soft , till he looke like a guilded Pill , and then so finely wrap him up in Sattin which is sleeke , that he goes downe without chewing , and thereupon they are called slippery Gallants .

Shep. 1.

I le be no Gentleman for that tricke .

Clo.

The last is your Sea wolfe , a horrible ravenēr to , hee has a belly as big as a ship , and devours as much silke at a gulp as would serve forty dozen Taylors against a Christmas day or a running at Tilt .

Shep. 1.

Well , well , now our trap is set what shall we doe with the wolves we catch ?

Clo.

Why those that are great ones and more than our matches we 'le let goe , and the lesser wolves we will hang : shall it be soo ?

Both .

I , I , each man to his stand . Exeunt .

Scene . 2. Enter Lapirus , solus . Lap. Foulen monster monger , who must live by that Which is thy owne destruction : Why should men Be natures bondslaves ? Every creature else Comes freely to the Table of the Earth ; That which for man alone doth all things bearen Scarce gives him his true dyet any where . What spightfull winds breath here ? that not a Tree Spreads , forth a friendly arme ? distressed Queene , And most accursed Babes ; the earth that beares you Like a proud mother , scornes to give you food : ha ? Thankes fate , I now defie thee starveling hunger , Blest tree , foure lives grow in thy fruite , run tast it then , Wise men serve first themselves then other men . He falls in the Pit . Oh me accursed and most miserable , Helpe , helpe , some Angell lay a listning eare To draw my cry up ; none to lend helpe ? oh Then pine and dye . Enter Clowne . Clo. A wolfe caught , a wolfe caught . Lap Oh helpe , I am no wolfe good friēnd . Clo. No! What art thou then ? Lap. A miserable wretch . Clo. An Vsurer ? Lap. No , no . Clo. A Broaker then ? Lap. Mocke not a man in woe , in a greene wound , Poure Balsome and not Physicke . Clo. Snayles , he talkes like a Surgeon , If you be one why doe you not helpe your selfe sir ? Lap. I am no Surgeon friend , my names Lapirus . Clo. How ? a wolfe caught hoa — Lap what Lap , hoa ! Lap. Lapirus is my name dost thou not know me ? Clo. Yes , for a wolvish rascall that would have worried his owne Country . Lap. Torture me not , I prithee , I am that wretch ; a villaine I was once ; but I am now — Clo.

The Devill in the Vault ; you sirra , that betrayd your Countrey , and the old King your Vncle , there lye till one Wolfe devoure another , thou trecherous rascall . Exit .

Lap. Oh me most miserable and wretched creature ! I now doe finde there 's a revenging fate That doomes bad men to be unfortunate .
Scene . 3. Enter Zenarchus , Tymethes , Amphridote , and Mazeres . Tym. We are observ'd . Zen. By whom ? Tym. Mazeres followes us . Amp. Oh he 's my protested servant , your sole Rivall . Tym. The devill he is . Amp. You 'le maken a hot Suitour of him anon ? Tym. He may be hot in th' end , his good parts sue for 't , Zen. He eyes us still . Tym. He does , you shall depart Lady ; I le take my leave on purpose in his presence , He 's jealous , and a kisse runnes through his heart , I le make a thrust at him on your lip . Maz. Death ! minute favours ? every step a kisse ? I thinke they count how the day goes by kissing , T is past foure since I met them . Tym. I have hit him in the Call in stead of th' blood , He sheds distractions , which are worse than wounds . Zen. But sirra ! Maz. Stayes he to proove my Rivall ? curs'd be th' hourē Wherein I advis'd the King for his stay here , I have set slaves t' entrap him , yet none prosper , I le lay no more my faith upon their workes Th' are weake and loose , and like a rotten wall , Leaning on them may hazard my owne fall . I le use a swifter course , cut off long journeys , And tedious wayes that runne my hopes past breath , I le take the plaine roade way and hunt his death . Exit . Tym. So so , he departs with a knit brow , no matter ; When his frowne begets earthquakes , happly then 'T will shake me too : I shall stand firme till then . Enter Roxano disguised . Rox. Masse here a walkes ; I am far enough from my selfe , I challenge all disguises except drinking To hide me better ; I give way to that , For that indeed will thrust a white gentlēman Into a suite of mud , but whist I begin to be noted . Zen. I , he chang'd upon 't . Tym. I mark'd him . Rox. Good your honours , your most comfortable charitable releefe And devotion to a poore starre crost Gentleman . Tym. Pox on thee . Rox. I me bare enough already if it like your honour . Tym. He did ! Rox. Pox on thee ? your yong gallants love to give no Almes . But that that will sticke by a man , that 's one vertue in them : He 's not content to have my hat off , but he would have my hayre off too . Thanke your good Lordship . Tym. No! was that his Action ! Amp. It cal'd him Lord . Zen. Nay he 's a Villaine . Rox. Good your honours ! I have beene a man in my time . Tym. Why what art thou now ? Rox.

Kept goodly beasts , had 3. wives , 2. men uprising , 3. maides downe lying ; oh good your kind honours .

Tym. Sfoote , I am a begger my selfe . Rox. Perhaps your Lordship gets by it ; Good your sweete honour ! Tym. This fellow would be whipt . Rox. Your Lordship has forgot since you were a Begger . Tym. I le give thee somewhat for that jest in troath . Rox. But now you are in private , shut your purse , and opēn your eare sir . Tym. How ? Zen. He 's dealing his devotion , hinder him not . Rox. I am not literally a Begger , as Puritanicall as I appeare The naked Truth is you are happily desired . Tym. Ha ? Rox. Of the most Sweete , delicate , divine , pleasing , ravishing creature Tym. Peace , peace , prithee peace . Rox. That ever made mans wishes perfect . Tym. Nay , say not so ; I saw one creature lately Exceeds al humane forme for true perfection ; this may be beauteous . Rox. This for white and red sir , her honour and my oath sue for that pardon , You must not know her name nor see her face . Tym. How ? Rox. She rather chuseth death in her neglect Than so to hazard life or lose respect . Tym. How shall I come at her ? Rox. Let your will Subscribe to the sure meanes already wrought , She shall be safely pleas'd , you safely brought . Tym. Ha! and is this sheere faith , without any tricke in 't ? Rox. Let me perish in this office else ; and I neede wish No more damnation than to dye a Pander . Tym. Thou speakest well , when meete wee ? Rox. Five is the fixed houre , upon to morrowes Evening . Tym. So , the place ? Rox. Neere to the further lodge . Tym. Goe to then , it holds honest all the way ? Rox. Else does there live no honestie but in Lawyers . Tym. Enough , five ? and the furthest lodge ? I le meete thee . Rox. Enjoy the sweetest Treasure in a woman . Exit . Tym. Alwayes excepting and the Tyrants Gem . Zen. What , have you done with the Begger ? Tym. None that lives can say he has done with the Begger . Zen. Hold conference so long with such a fellow ? Tym.

How ? are your wits perfect ? if one should refuse to talke with every begger , he might refuse brave Company sometimes , gallants y faith . Exeunt .

Scene . 4. Enter the old King , Fidelio , and Amorpho . King . The losse of my deare Queene afflicts me more Then all Lapirus cursed trecheries : Inhumane monster ! Lap. [ in the pit . ] If you have humane formes to fit those voyces And hearts that may be pierc'd with miseries groanes Sent from a fainting Spirit ; pitty a wretch , A miserable man , Prisoner to darkenesse , Your charitable strengths this way repaire , And lift my flesh to the reviving Ayre . King . Alas , some travelling man , by night out stript , Missing his way into this danger slipt ; Set all our hands to helpe him ; Come , good man , They that sit high may make their ends below . Lap. Millions of thankes and prayses . King . Y' are heavie sir , who ere you be . Lap. There 's weight within keepes downe my soule and men King .

One full strength more makes our paines happie , poore strength helpes the poore .

So sir , y' are welcome to — Lapirus ? oh . Lapi . fals downe . We doe forgive thy Trechery , revive , T is pitty and not hate makes goodnesse thrive . Lap. Oh that astonishment had left me dead ! Shame , sitting on my brow , weighes downe my hēad : Even thus the guilt of my abhorred sinne , Flasht in my face when I beheld the Queenē . King . Our Queene ! oh where , Lapirus ? tell the rest . Lap. Within this forrest with her Babes distrest . King . Which way ? lead deare Lapirus . Lap. Follow me then . King . Not onely shall we quit thy soules offencen But give thy happy labour recompence . Exeunt . Dumbe shew . Enter the old Queene weeping , with both her Infants , the one dead ; she layes downe the other on a banke , and goes to bury the dead , expressing much griefe . Enter the former shepheards , walking by carelesly , at last they espie the child and strive for it , at last the Clowne gets it , and dandles it , expressing all signes of joy to them . Enter againe the Queene , she lookes for her Babe and finding it gone , wrings her hands ; the Shepheards see her , then wisper together , then beckon to her ; she joyfully runs to them , they returne her child , she points to her breasts , as meaning she should nurse it , they all give her money , the Clowne kisses the Babe and her , and so Exeunt severall wayes . Then enter Lapirus , the Old King , Amorpho , and Fidelio , they misse the Queene and so expressing great sorrow . Exeunt . Enter Chorus . The miserable Queene expecting still The Infants succour from Lapirus hand Who wants himselfe ; it chanc'd through extreame want The youngest dyed , and this so neere his end That had not Shepheards happily passed by And on the Babe cast a compassionate eye , And snatch't the child out of the armes of death Where the sad mother left it , the same houre Had beene his grave that gives his life new power . Thus the distressed Queene to them unknowne Was as a Nurse receiv'd unto her owne . Whose sight Lapirus missing , having led The King her husband to this haplesse place , They all depart in extreame height of griefe To get unto their owne sad wants releefe . Exit .
Act. 3.
Scene . 1. Enter Roxano with his disguise in his hand . Rox.

This is the farther Lodge , the place of meeting ; The houre scarce come yet — well — I was not borne to this , There 's not a hayre to chuse betwixt me and a Pander in this case , shift it off as well as I can : I doe envie this fellowes happinesse now ; and could cut his throate at pleasure : I could ene gnaw feathers now to thinke of his downie felicity . I that could never aspire above a dayrie wench , the very creame of my fortunes ; that he should bathe in Nectar , and I most unfortunate in Buttermilke , this is good dealing now , is 't ?

Enter Mazeres musing . Maz. I le have some other , for he must not live . Rox. Who 's this ? my Lord Mazeres discontent ! H' has beene to seeke me twice , and privately , I wonder at the businesse ; I 'me no Statesman ; If I be , t is more than I know ; I protest therefore I dare not call it in question ; what should he maken with me ?

I le discover my selfe to him — if th' other come in the mēane time so I may be caught bravely , yet t is scarce the houre , I le put it to the tryall .

Maz. Roxano in my judgement had bēene fittest , And farthest from suspect of such a deed Because he keepes in the Castle . Rox. My lov'd Lord . Maz. Roxano ! Rox. The same my Lord . Maz. I was to seeke thee twice ; Tell me Roxano , have I any power in thee ? doen I move there , Or any part of me flow in thy blood ? Rox. As far as life my Lord . Maz. As far as love man , I aske no further . Rox. Touch me then my Lord , and try my mettle . Maz. First there 's gold for thee , After which follow favour , eminence , And all those gifts which fortune calls her owne . Rox. Well my Lord . Maz. There 's one Tymethes sonne to the banisht King , Lives about Court , Zenarchus gives him grace , That fellow 's my disease , I thrive not with him , He 's like a prison chaine shooke in my eares I take no sleepe for him , his favours mad me . My honours and my dignities are dreames When I behold him ; That right arme can easē me , I will not boast my bounties , but for ever Live rich and happy : thou art wise farewell . Exit . Rox. Hum , what newes is here now ? thou art wise farewell . By my troth I thinke it is a part of wisedome to take gold When it is offer'd , many wise men will do 't : that I learnt Of my learned Councell : this is worth thinking on now .

To kill Tymethes , so strangely belov'd by a Lady , and so monstrously detested by a Lord ? here 's gold to bring Tymethes , and here 's gold to kill Tymethes . I , let me see , which weighes heaviest ; by my faith I thinke the killing gold will carry 't : I shall like many a bad Lawyer , runne my Conscience upon the greatest fee ; who gives most is like to fare best . I like my safety so much the worse in this businesse in that Lord Mazeres is his profess'd enemie : he 's the Kings bosome , hee blowes his thoughts into him ; and I had rather be torne with whirlewindes than fall into any of their furies . Troth as far as I can see , the wisest course is to play the knave , lay open this Venery , betray him ; but see my Lord againe .

Enter Mazeres . Maz. Hast thou thought of me ? may I doe good upon thee ? I le out of recreation , make thee worthy ; play honours to thy hand . Rox. My Lord ? Maz. Art thou resolv'd ? and I will be thy Lord . Rox. It will appeare I am so ; be proud of your revenge before I name it ; Never was man so fortunate in his hate , I le give you a whole Age but to thinke how . Maz. Thou mak'st me thirst . Rox. Tymethes meetes me here . Maz. Here ? excellent , on Roxano ; he meetes thee here . Rox. I meant at first to betray all to you sir : understand that my Lord . Maz. Y faith I doe . Rox. Then thus my Lord — he comes . Enter Tymethes . Maz. Withdraw behind the Lodgem , relate it breefely . Tym. A delicate sweete Creature ? slight , who should it been ? I must not know her name , nor see her face ? It may be some tricke to have my bones bastinadodē Well , and so sent backe againe ; what say you to a blanquetting Faith , so t were done by a Lady and her Chambermaides I care not , for if they tosse me in the Blankets I le tosse them in the Sheetes , and that 's one for th' other . A man may bee led into a thousand villanies ; but the fellow swore enough , And here 's blood apt enough to beleeve him . Maz. I both admire the deede , and my revenge . Rox. My Lord I le make your way . Maz. Thou mak'st thy friend . Exit . Tym. Art come ? we meete ene jumpe upon a minute . Rox. I but you 'le play the better jumper of the two . I shall not jumpe so neere as you by a handfull . Tym. How ! at a running leape ? Rox. That is more hard ; At a running leape you may give me a handfull . Tym. So , so , what 's to be done . Rox. Nothing but put this hood over your head . Tym. How ? I never went blindfold before . Rox. You never went otherwise sir ; for all folly is blind ; Besides sir , when we see the sinne we act , We thinke each triviall crime a bloody fact . Tym. Well follow'd of a Serving man . Rox. Servingmen alwayes follow their masters sir , Tym. No not in their Mistresses . Rox. There I leave you sir . Tym. I desire to be left when I come there sir . But faith sincerely is there no tricke in this ? Prithee deale honestly with me . Rox. Honestly , if protestation be not honest , I know not what to call it . Tym. Why , if she affect me so truely , shee might trust me with her knowledge , I could be secret to her chiefe actions , why I lovē women too well . Rox. Shee le trust you the worse for that sir . Tym. Why because I love women ? Rox. O sir , t is most common , He that loves women , is neere true to woman . Experience dayly proves he loveth none With a true heart , that affects more than one . Tym. Your wit runnes nimbly sir , pray use your pleasure . Rox. Why then goodnight sir . He puts on the hood . Tym. Masse the candles out . Rox. Oh sir the better sports taste best in th' night , And what we doe in the darke we hate i' th' light . Tym. A good doer mayst thou prove , for thy experience ; Come give me thy hand , thou mayst prove an honest Lad , But however I le trust thee . Rox. Oh sir , first try me , But we protract good houres , come follow me sir , Why this is right your sportive Gallants prize , Before they 'le loose their sport they le loose their enyens . Exeu.
Scen. 2. Enter the Queene and foure servants , she with a booke in her hand . Que. Oh my feare-fighting blood ! aren you all here . Ser. 1. All at your pleasure Madam . Que. That 's my wish , and my opinion Hath ever beene perswaded of your truthes , And I have found you willing t' all imployments We put into your charge . Ser. 2. In our faith's madam . Ser. 3. For we are bound in duty to your Bounty . Que. Will you to what I shall prescribe sweare secresie ? Ser. 4. Try us , sweete Lady , and you shall prove our faith's . Que. To all things that you heare or see I sweare you all to secrecie ; I poure my life into your brests , There my doome or safety rests . If you prove untrue to all Now I rather chuse to fall With losse of my desire , than light Into the Tyrants wrathfull spight : But in vaine I doubt your trust , I never found your hearts but just . On this booke your vowes arrive , And as in truth in favour thrive . Omn. We wish no higher , so we swearen . Que. Like Jewels all your vowes I le weare . Here , take this Paper , there those secrets dwell , Goe reade your charge , which I should blush to tell . All 's sure , I nothing doubt of safety now , To which each servant hath combin'd his vow . Roxano , that begins it trustily , I cannot chuse but prayse him , he 's so needfull , There 's nothing can be done about a Lady But he is for it ; honest Roxano ; Even from our head to feete he 's so officious , The time drawes on , I feele the minutes here , No clocke so true as love that strikes in feare . Exeunt .
Scene . 3. Soft musicke , a Table with lights set out . Arras spread . Enter Roxano leading Tymethes . Mazeres meetes them . Tym. How farre lacke I yet of my blind pilgrimage ? Maz Whist , Roxano ! Rox. You are at your — In my Lord , away , I le helpe You to a disguise . Maz. Enough . Exit . Tym. Me thinkes I walke in a Vault all under ground . Rox. And now your long lost eyes againe are found : good morrow sir . Puls off the hood . Tym. By the masse the day breakes . Rox. Rest here my Lord and you shall finde content , Catch your desires , stay here , they shall be sent . Tym. Though it be night , t is morning to that night which brought me hither , Ha! the ground spread with Arras ? what place is this ? Rich hangings ? faire roome gloriously furnish'd ? Lights and their luster ? riches and their splendor ? T is no meane creatures , these dumbe tokens witnesse ; Troth I begin t' affect my Hostesse better ; I love her in her absence , though unknowne , For courtly forme that 's here observ'd and showne . Loud musicke . Enter 2. with a Banquet ; other 2. with lights ; they set 'em downe and depart , making obeysance . Roxano takes one of them aside . Rox. Valesta ? yes , the same ; t is my Ladies pleasure , You give to me your coate , and vizarded attend without Till she employ you — so now , this disguise Serves for my Lord Mazeres , for he watches But fit occasion : Letcher , now beware , Securely sit and fearelesse quaffe and eate , You 'le finde sowre sauce still after your sweete meate . Exit . Tym. The servants all in vizards ? by this light I doe admire the carriage of her love ; For I account that woman above wise Can sinne and hide the shame from a mans eyes . They never doe their easie sexe more wrong , Than when they venture fame upon mans tongue . Yet I could sweare concealement in loves plot , But happie woman that beleeves me not . What ere is spoke or to be spoke seemes fit , All still concludes her happinesse and wit . Loud Musicke , Enter Roxano , Mazeres and the 4. Servants , with dishes of sweete meates , Roxano places them : each having delivered his dish makes low obeysance to Tymethes . Rox. This banquet from her owne hand received grace Her selfe prepar'd it for you ; as appeares By the choyce sweetes it yeelds , able to move A man past sence , to the delights of love , I bid you welcome as her most priz'd guest , First to this banquet , next to pleasures feast . Tym. Who ere she be we thanke her , and commend Her care and love to entertaine a friend . Rox. That speakes her sexes rarenesse , for to woman , The darkest path love treads is cleare and common ; She wishes your content may be as great As if her presence fill'd that other seate . Tym. Convey my thankes to her , and fill some wine . Maz. My Lord ? Rox. My Lord Mazeres caught the Office I can't but laugh to see how well he playes The Devill in a vizard ; damnens where he crouches ; little thinks the Prince Vnder that face lurkes his lives enemie , Yet he but keepes the fashion ; great men kill As flatterers stab , who laugh when they meane ill . Maz. Now could I poyson him fitly , aptly , rarely , My vengeance speakes me happy ; there it goes . Tym. Some wine ? Maz. It comes my Lord . Enter a Lady with wine . La. My Lady begun to you sir , and doth commend , This to your heart , and with it her affection . Tym. I le pledge her thankefully ; there remove that . Spils the wine . Maz. And in this my revenge must be remov'd Where first I left it , now my abused wrath Pursues thy ruine in this dangerous path . Rox. That cup hath quite dasht my Lord Mazeres . Tym. Returne my faith , my reverence , my respect , And tell her this , which courteously I finde , She hides her face , but lets me see her minde . Rox. I would not taste of such a Banquet to feele that which followes it , For the love of an Empresse . T is more dangerous to be a letcher Than to enter upon a breach ; yet how securely he munches His thoughts are sweeter than the very meates before him : He little dreames of his destruction ; His horrible fearefull ruine which cannot be withstood , The end of Venery is disease or blood Soft Musicke . Enter the Queene masked in her night-gowne ; her mayd with a shirt and a Night cap. Tym. I have not knowne one happier for his pleasure Than in that state we are ; t is a strange tricke , And sweetely carried ; by this light a delicate creature , And should have a good face if all hit right ; For they that have good bodies and bad faces Were all mismatcht , and made up in blinde places . Rox. The wind and tide serve sir , you have lighted upon A Sea of pleasure ; here 's your sayle sir , and your top streamer A faire wrought shirt and a night-cap . Tym. I shall make a sweete voyage of this . Rox. I , if you knew all sir . Tym. Is not all knowne yet ? what 's to be told ? Rox. Five hundred Crownes in the shirt sleeve in gold . Tym. How ? Rox. T is my good Ladies pleasure , No Clouds ecclipse her bounty , she shines cleare , Some like that pleasure best that costs most deare ; Yet I thinke your Lordship is not of that minde now ; You like that best that brings a Banquet with it , and 500. Crownes . Tym. I by this light doe I ; and I thinke thou art of my minde . Rox. We jumpe somewhat neere sir . Tym. But what does she meane to reward me afore hand ? I may prove an Eunuch now for ought she knowes . Rox. Oh sir , I nere knew any of your hayre but he was absolute at the game . Tym. Faith we are much of a colour ; but here 's a Note , what sayes it ? He reads . Our love and bounty shall increase So long as you regard our peace . Vnlesse your life you would forgoe , Who we are seeke not to know . Enjoy me freely : for your sake This dangerous shift I undertake . Be therefore wise , keepe safe your breath , You cannot see me under death . I 'de be loath to venture so farre for the sight of any Creature under heaven . Rox. Nay sir I thinke you may see a thousand faces better cheap . Tym. Well , I will shift me instantly , and be content With my groaping fortune . Exit . Rox. Oh sir , you 'le groape to purpose . Exit . Maz. I le after thee , and see the measure of my vengeance upheapt His ruine is my charge ; I have seene that This night would make one blush through this vizard . Like lightning in a Tempest her lust shewes , Or drinking drunke in Thunder , horrible : For on this Act a Thousand dangers waite , The King will seize him in his burning fury and seale his vengeance on his reeking brest , Though I make Panders use of eare and eye No office vile to damme mine Enemie . This course is but the first , t will not rest there , The next shall change him into fire and Ayre . Exit .
Act. 4.
Scene . 1. Enter Tymethes and Zenarchus . Tym. Nay , did ere subtlety match it ? Zen. Slight , led to a Lady hudwinck'd ! Placed in state , and banqueted in Vizards . Tym. All by this light : but all this nothing was To the delicious pleasures of her Bed . Zen. Who should this be ? Tym. Nay enquire not brother , I 'de give one eye to see her with the other . Seest thou this Jewell ? in the midst of night I slipt it from her vayle , unfelt of her , 'T may be so kind unto me as to bring Her beauty to my knowledge . Zen. Can'st not guesse at her , nor at the Placē ? Tym. At neither for my heart ; why I le tell thee man 'T was handled with such Art , such admir'd cunning , What with my blindnesse and their generall darkenesse , That when mine eyes receiv'd their liberty , I was nere the nearer . To them in full forme I appear'd unshrowded But all their lights to me were mask'd and clouded . Enter Tyrant and Mazeres observing . Zen. Fore heaven I doe admire the cunning of 't . Tym. Nay you cannot out vye my admiration , I had a feeling of 't beyond your passion . Zen. Well , blow this over , see , our sister comes . Enter Amphridote . Tyr. Art sure Mazeres that he courts our Daughter ? Maz. I 'me sure of more my Lord , she favours him . Tyr. That Begger ? Maz. Worse my Lord , that villaine Traytor , and yet worse my Lord . Tyr. How ? Maz. Pardon my Lord , a riper time shall bring him forth . Behold him there my Lord . Tymethes kisses her . Tyr. Dares she so farre forget respect to us , And dim her owne lustre to give him grace ? Maz. Favours are growne to custome twixt them both , Letters , close banquets , whisperings , private meetings . Tyr. I le make them dangerous meetings . Amp. In faith my Lord I le have this Iewell . Tym. T is not my gift Lady . Tyr. What 's that Mazeres ? Maz. Marry , my Lord , she courtly begs a Iewell of him Which he keepes backe as Courtly , with faire words . Amp. I have sworne my Lord . Tym. Why upon that condition You le keepe it safe and close from all strange eyes Not wronging me , t is yours . Amp. I sweare . Tym. It shall suffice . They kisse , and Exit Zenarchus and Amphridote . Maz. T is hers my Lord , at which they part in kisses . Tyr. I le make those meetings bitter ; both shall rue , We have found Mazeres to this minute true . Exit come Mazere . Tym. No tricke to see this Lady ? heart of ill fortune ! The Iewell that was beg'd from me too was The hope I had to gaine her wisht for knowledge . Well ; here 's a heart within will not be quiet ; The eye is the sweete feeder of the soule , When then taste wants , that keepes the memory whole ; T is bad to be in darkenesse all know well , Then not to see her what doth it want of Hell ? What sayes the Note ? Vnlesse your life you would forgoe , Whom we are , seeke not to know . Pish , all Idle . As if she 'de suffer death to threaten me Whom she so bounteously and firmely loves ? No tricke ? excellent , t will fit ; make use of that . Enter Mazeres and Roxano . Maz. Enough , th' art honest ; I affect thee much ; Goe , traine him to his ruine . Exit . Rox. Let me alone my Lord ; doubt not I le traine him : Perhaps sir I have the Art . Tym. Oh , I know thy minde . Rox. The further lodge ? Tym. Enough , I le meete thee presently . Rox. Why so ; I like one that will make an end of himselfe at few words ; A man that hath a quicke perseverance in ill : A leaping spirit ; hee 'le run through horrors jawes To catch a sin ; but to oretake a vertue He softly paces , like a man that 's sent Some tedious darke , unprofitable journey . Corrupt is nature , she loves nothing more Than what she most should hate , there 's nothing springs Apace in man but gray haires , cares , and sinnes . Exit Tym. I le see her come what can ; but what can prove ? She cannot seeke my death , that seekes my love . Exit .
Scene . 2. Enter Amphridote and Mazeres . Amp. My Lord , what is the matter ? Maz. I know not what ; The King sent . Amp. Well , we obey . Maz. Here comes his Highnesse . Enter Tyrant . Tyr. How now what 's she ? Amp. I my Lord ? Your Highnesse knew me once , your most obedient Daughter . Tyr. They lye that tell me so , this is not she . Amp. No , my Lord ? Tyr. No , for as thou art I know thee not , And I shall strive still to forget thee more ; Thou neither bearst in memory my respects Nor thy owne worthes ; how can we thinke of thee But as of a dejected worthlesse creature ? So farre beneath our grace and thy owne luster , that we disdaine to know thee . Was there no choyse mong our selected Nobles To make thy favorite besides Tymethes ? Sonne to our enemie , a wretch , a Begger ? Dead to all fortunes , honours , or their hopes , Besides his breath , worth nothing ; abject wretch , To place thy affection so vigorously On him can nere requite it ; deny 't not , We know the favours thou hast given him , Pledges of lovē , close letters , private meetings , And whisperings are customary twixt you . Come , which be his gifts ? whereabout lye his pledgēs ? Amp. Your Grace hath beene injuriously inform'd , I nere receiv'd pledge . Tyr. Impudent creature , When in our sight and hearing shamefully undervaluing thy best honours And setting by all modesty of blood thou bēg'dst a Iewell of him . Amp. Oh pardon men my Lord , I had forgot , here 't is , That is the same , and all that ere was his . Tyr. Ha! this ! how came this hither ? Amp. I gave it you my Lord . Tyr. Who gave it thee ? Amp. Tymethes . Tyr. He ! who gave it him ? Amp. I know not that my Lord . Tyr. Then here it stickes , Mazeres ! Maz. My Lord ! Tyr. T is my Queenes , my Queenes , Mazeres . How to him came this ? Maz. I can resolve your highnesse . Tyr. Can Mazeres ? Maz He is some Ape , the huske falls from him now , And you shall know his inside : he 's a villaine , A Traytor to the pleasures of your Bed . Tyr. Oh , I shall burst with torment . Maz. He 's receiv'd this night Into her bosome . Tyr. I feele a whirle wind in me Ready to teare the frame of my mortality . Maz. I trac'd him to the deed . Tyr. And saw it done ? Maz. I abus'd my eyes in the true survey of 't , Tainted my hearing with lascivious sounds ; My loyalty did prompt me to be sure Of what I found so wicked and impure . Tyr. T is spring tyde in my Gall , all my blood 's bitter , Puh , lungs too . Maz. This night . Tyr. Lodovico . Enter Lodovico . Lod. My Lord . Try . How cam'st thou up ? le ts hearē . Lod. My Lord , my first beginning was a Broker . Tyr. A knaven from the beginning ; there 's no hopen of him , Sertorio ? Enter Sertorio . Ser. Here my Lord . Tyr. We know thee just , how cam'st thou up ? let 's heare . Ser. From no desert that I can challenge but your highnesse favour . Tyr. Thou art honest in that answere ; goe , report we are 40. leagues off Rid forth : spread it about the Castle cunningly . Ser. I le doe it faithfully my Lord . Tyr. Doe 't cunningly , Goe , if thou should'st doe 't faithfully thou lyest ; I 'me lost by violence through all my sences , I 'me blinde with rage , Mazeres , guide me forth I tread in Ayre , and see no foote nor path , I have lost myselfe , yet cannot lose my wrath . Exeunt all but Amphridote . Amp. What have I heard ? it dares not be but true ; Tymethes taken in adulterate traines , And with the Queene my mother ? now I hate him , As beauty abhorres yeares , or Vsurers charity ; He does appeare unto my eye a Leaper Enter Mazeres . Full of sinnens blacke infection , foule Adultery : Cursed be the houre in which I first did grace him , And let Mazeres sterve in my disdaine That hath so long observ'd me with true love , Whose loyalty in this approves the same . Maz. Madam . Amp. My love ? my Lord I should say , but would say my love . Maz. I doe beseech your Grace for what I have done Lay no oppressing censure upon me ; I could not but in honesty reveale it , Not envying in that he was my Rivall , Nor in the force of any ancient grudge But as the deede in its owne nature crav'd , So mong the rest it was reveal'd to me : Appēaring so detested that your selfe Gracious and kinde , had you but seene the manner Would have throwne by all pitty and remorce And tooke my office or one more in force . Amp. Rise deare Mazeres , in our favours rise , So farre am I from censure to reprove thee That in my hate to him I chuse and love thee . Maz. If constant service may be call'd desert , I shall deserve . Amp. Man hath no better part . Maz. Why this was happily observ'd and follow'd ; a side . The King will to the Castle late to night , And tread through all the Vaults , I must attend . Amp. I wish that at first sight th' hadst forc'd his end . Exit . Maz. T is better thus ; so my revenge imports ; Now thrive my plots , the end shall make me great , She mine , the Crowne sits here I am then Compleatē . Exit .
Scene . 3. Enter Queene and her maide with a light . Que. So , leave us here a while , beare backe the light , I would not be discovered if he come , You know his entertainement , so be gone , I am not chearefull troth , what point so ere My powers arrive at : I desire a league With desolate darkedesse , and disconsolate fancies , There is no musicke in my soule to night . What should I feare when all my servants faiths Sleepe in my bounty , and no bribes not threates , Can wake them from my safety ? for the King , He 's forty leagues rode forth , I heard it lately : Yet heavinesse like a Tyrant , proud in night Vsurpes my power , rules where it hath no right . She sleepes . Enter Roxano as she sleepes with Tymethes hudwinckt . Tym. Me thinkes this a longer voyage than the first ? Rox. Pleasures once tasted makes the next seeme worse . Tym. Is that the tricke ? Rox. Oh sir , experience proves it , You came at first to enjoy what you nere knew , Now all is but the same what ere you doe . Tym. I le prove that false , the sight of her is new . Rox. I have forgot a businesse to my Lord Mazeres , My safety to the King relyes upon 't , You are in the house my Lord , this is the withdrawing Roome . Tym. I see nothing . Rox. No matter sir , as long as you have Feeling enough . Tym. Is the Hood off ? Rox. T is here in my hand sir , I must crave pardon , leave you here a while , But as you love my safety and your owne Remove not from this roome till my returne . Tym. Well here 's my hand I will not . Rox. T is enough sir . Exit . Tym. Hist , art gone ? then boldly I step forth Cunning discoverer of an unknowne beauty As subtle as her plot : Thou art mask't too , Opens a darke Lanthorne . Shew me a little comfort , in this condensive darkenesse ; Play the flatterer laugh in my face ; Why here 's enough to perfect all my wishes ; With this I taste of that forbidden fruite Which as she sayes death followes ; death 't will sting , Soft , what roomes this ? le ts see , t is not the former I was entertaind in , no , it some what differs : Rich hangings still , Court deckings , I , and all — He spies the Queene . Oh all that can be in mans wish compriz'd Is in thy love immortall , in thy graces . I am not the same flesh , my touch is alterd . She awakes . Que. Hast thou betrayd me ? what hast thou attempted ? Tym. Nothing that can be prejudiciall To the sweete peace of those illustrious graces . Que. Oh my most certaine ruine ? Tym. Admired Lady heare me , heare my vow , Que. Oh miserable youth none saves thee now . Tym. By that which man holds dearest dreadfull Queene . And all that can be in a vow contain'd I le prove as true , secret , and vigilant As ever man observ'd with serious vērtue The dreadfull call of his departing soule . Your owne soule to your secrets , shall not prove more true Than mine to it , to them , to all , to you . Que. Oh misery of affection built on breath ? Were I as far past my beleefe in heaven As in mans oathes , I were the foulest devill . Tym. May I eate and nere be nourished , live and know nothing , Love without enjoying , if ever — Que. Come , this is more than needes . Tym. There 's comfort then . Que. You that professe such truth , shall I enjoynē you To one poore penance then to try your faith ? Tym. Be 't what it will command it . Que. Spend but this houre , wherein you have offended In true repentance of your sinne , and all Your hasty youth stands guilty of , and being cleare , You shall enjoy that which you hold most deare . Tym. And if this pennance I performe not truely May I henceforth nere be received to favour . Que. Why then I le leave you to your taske a while : Most wretched , doubtfull , strange distracted woman , Ene drawne in peeces betwixt love and feare , I weepe in thought of both : bold venturous youth , Twice I writ death , yet would he seeke to know me , He 'le make no Conscience where his oathes bestow me . Exit . Tym. I 'me glad all 's so well past , and she appeas'd , I sweare I did expect a harder pennance When she began to enjoyne me ; why , this is wholsome For soule and body , though I seldome use it . Her wisedome is as pleasing as her beauty , I never knew affection hastier borne , With more true Art and lesse suspition : It so amaz'd me to know her my Mistresse I had no power to close the light againe , Enter the Queene with two Pistols . Vnhappy that I was , peace , here she comes . Downe to thy pennance , thinke of thy whole youth , From the first minute that the wombe conceiv'd me To this full heaped houre I doe repent me , With heart as penitent as a man , dissolving , Of all my sinnes , borne with me , and borne of me ; Dishonest thoughts and sights , the pathes of youth , So thrive in mercy as I end in truth . She shootes him dead . Que. Fly to thy wish , I pray it may be given , Man in a twinkling is in earth and heaven : I dealt not like a coward with thy soule , Nor tooke it unprepar'd . I gave him time to put his armour on And sent him forth like a Celestiall champion , I lov'd thee with more care and truer moane , Since thou must dye to taste more deathes than one Too much by this pitty and love confesses , Had any warning fastned on thy sences : Rash , unadvised youth , whom my soule weepēs for , How oft I told thee this attempt was death ? Yet would'st thou venture on , fond man and knēw ? But what destruction will not youth pursue ? Here long mightst thou have liv'd , beene lov'd , enjoy'd , Had not thy will thy happinesse destroyd ; Thought'st thou by oathes to have thy deedēs well borne ? Thou should'st have come when man was nere forsworne ; They are dangerous now ; witnesse this breach of thine ; Who 's false to his owne faith , will nere keepe mine . We must be safe , young man , the deed 's unknowne , There are more loves , honours no more than one . Yet spight of death I le kisse thee ; oh strange ill , That for our feares we should our comforts kill ? Whom shall I trust with this poore bleeding body ? Yonder 's a secret Vault runnes through the Castle There for a while convey him ; haplesse Boy that never knew how deare 't was to enjoy . Enter Tyrant with a Torch . Oh ' me confounded everlastingly , Damnd to a thousand Tortures in that sight What shall I frame ? my Lord She runnes to him . Tyr. What 's shee ? Que. Oh my sweete dearest Lord . Tyr. Thy name ? Que. Thy poore affrighted and indangered Queene . Tyr. Oh , I know thee now . Que. Did not your Majesty heare the piteous shreikes Of an inforced Lady ? Tyr. Yes , whose were they ? Que. Mine my most worthy Lord ; behold this Villaine Seald with his just desert : light here my King , This violent youth , whom till this night , I saw not , Being , as it seemes , acquainted with the footesteps Of that darke passage , broke through the Vault upon me And with a secret Lanthorne searcht me out ; And seized me at my Orisons alone And bringing me by violence to this roome Farre from my guard , or any hope of rescue , Intending here the ruine of my honour ; But in the strife , as the good Gods ordain'd it Reaching for succour , I lighted on a Pistoll , Which I presum'd was not without his charge , Then I redeemed mine honour from his lust , So he that sought my fall lyes in the dust . Tyr. Oh let me imbrace thee for a brave unmatchable Precious , unvallewed admirable whore . Que. Ha! what sayes my Lord ? Tyr. Come hither , yet draw nearer , how came this man To 's end ? I would heare that , I would learne cunning , Tell me that I may wonder and so lose thee . There is no Art like this ; let me pertake A subtlety no devill can imitate , Speake , why is all so contrary to time ? He downe and you up ? ha , why thus ? Que. I am sorry for my Lord , I understand him not . Tyr. The deed is not so monstrous in it selfe As is the Art which ponders home the deed ; The cunning doth amaze me past the sinne , That he should fall before my rage begin . Que. My Lord . Tyr. Come hither yet , one of those left hands give me , Thou hast no right at all ; Nothing but put a Ring upon a finger Que. That 's a wrong finger for a Ring my Lord . Tyr. And what was he on whom you bounteously bestow'd this Iewell ? Que. I doe not like that word . a side Tyr. Looke well upon 't , doest know it ? I , and start . Que. Oh heaven , how came this hither ? Your Highnesse gave me this , this is mine owne . Tyr. T is the same ring , but yet not the same stone Mysticall Strumpet , dost thou yet presume Vpon thy subtle strength ? shak'st thou not yet ? Or is it onely Art makes women constant , whom nature makes so loose ? I lookt for gracious lightning from thy cheekes , I see none yet ; for a relenting Eye , I can see no such sight ; lust keepes in all ; My witnesse ? where 's my witnesse ? rise in the same forme . Enter from below , Mazeres habited like Roxano . Que. Oh I 'me betray'd . Tyr. Is not you woman an Adulteresse . Maz. Yes , my good Lord . Tyr. Was not this fellow catcht for her desire ? Brought in a Mist ? banquetted and received To all her amplest pleasures ! Maz. True , my Lord , I brought him , saw him feasted and rēceiv'd , Tyr. Downe , downe , we have too much . Que. Oh t is Roxano . Maz. So , by this sleight I have deceiv'd them both , I 'm tooke for him I strive to make her loath . Exit . Tyr. Needes here more witnesses ? I le call up more . Que. Oh no , here lyes a witnesse gainst my selfe Sooner beleev'd than all their hired faiths ; Doome me unto my death , onely except The lingering execution of your looke ; Let me not live tormented in that brow , I doe confesse . Tyr. Oh I felt no quicke till now . All witnesses to this were but dead flesh I was insensible of all but this . Would I had given my Kingdome so condition'd That thou hadst nere confessed it . Now I stand by the deed , see all in Action , The close conveyance , cunning passages , The Artfull fetch , the whispering close disguising ; The houre , the Banquet , and the baudy Tapers ; All sticke in mine eye together ; yet thou shalt live . Que. Torment me not with life , it askes but death . Tyr. Oh hadst thou not confest ? hadst thou no sleight ? Where was thy cunning there ? I see it now in thy confession . Thou shalt not dye as long as this is meate , Thou kill'dst a Bucke which thou thy selfe shalt eate . Que. Deare sir ? Tyr. Here 's Deere strucke dead with thy owne hand , T is Venison for thy owne tooth , thou know'st the rellish A dearer place hath beene thy Taster ; hoa , Sertorio ! Lodovico They Enter . Ambo . Here sir . Tyr. Drag hence that body , see it quartered streight , No living wrath can I extend upon 't , Else torments , horrors , Gibbets , rackes and wheeles Had with a thousand deaths presented him , Ere he had tasted one ; yet thou shalt live . Heere , take this Taper lighted , kneele , and weepe , I le try which is spent first , that of thine eye , I le provide foode for thee , thou shalt not dye . If there be hell for sinnes that men commit , Marry a strumpet and she keepes the pit . Exit . Que. I feard this misery long before it came , My ominous dreames , and fearefull dreadfulnesse Promis'd this issue long before t was borne . Enter Mazeres . Maz. Yonder she kneeles , little suspecting me The neate discoverer of her Venery . I were full safe had I Roxano's life Which in this streame I fish for ; how now Lady ; So nere the earth suites not a living Queene . Que. Vnder the earth were safer and farre happier . Maz. What is 't that can drive you to such discomforts ! To prize your glories at so meane a Rate ? Que. The trechery of my servants , good my Lord ; Maz. Dare they prove trecherous ? most ignoble Vassals , To the sweete peace of so divine a Mistresse ? Que. I 'me sure one Villaine , whom I dearely lov'd , Of whom my trust had made Election chiefe , Perfideously betray'd me to the fury Of my tempestuous unappeased Lord . Maz. Let me but know him , that I may bestow My service to your Grace upon his heart And thence deserve a Mistresse like your selfe . Enter Roxano from below . Que. Oh me , too soone behold him . Maz. Madam , stand by , let him not see the light . Rox. Now I expect reward . Maz. He dyes were he my kinseman for that guilt , Though t were as farre to 's heart as t is to th' hilt . Runnes at Roxano . Rox. Ha ? what was that ? there 's a reward with a vengeance . Maz. Fall villaine , for betraying of thy Lady , Such things must never creepe about the earth To poyson them right use of service — a Trecher ! Que. This is some poore revenge , thankes good my Lord , Into that cave with him from whence he rose Not long since and betray'd me to the King . Maz. O villaine , in , and overtake thy soule . Que. Here 's a perplexed brest , let that warme steele Performe but the like service upon me , And live the rarest friend to a Queenes wish . Maz. Oh pardon me , that were too full of evill , I threat not Angels though I smite the Devill : Doubt not your peace , the King will be appeas'd There I le bestow my service . Que. We are pleas'd . Maz. As much as comes to nothing ; I le not sue To urge the King from that he urg'd him to . Exit . Que. Betrayd where I repos'd most trust ? oh heaven , There is no misery , fit match for mine . Enter Tyrant Sertorio , Lodovico , bringing in Tymethes limbes . Tyr. So , bring 'em forward yet , there , there bestow them , Before her eyes lay the divided limbes Of her desired Paramour ; so , y' are welcome , Lady you see your cheere , fine flesh , course fare , Sweete was your lust , what can be bitter there ? By heaven , no other food thy taste shall have , Till in thy bowels those Corpes finde a grave . Which to be sure of , come , I le locke thee safe From the worlds pitty : hang those quarters up , The bottome drinkes the worst in pleasures cup . Exeunt omn.
Act. 5.
Scene . 1. Enter Zenarchus solus . Zen. Oh my Tymethes ! truest joy on earth ! Hath thy fate prov'd so flinty ? so perverse ? To the sweete spring both of thy youth and hopes ? This was Mazeres spight , that cursed Rivall , And if I faile not , his owne plot shall shower Vpon his bosome like a falling Tower . Enter Tyrant . My worthy Lord . Tyr. Oh , you should have seene us sooner . Zen. Why my Lord ! Tyr. The quarters of your friend passed by in Triumph , A sight that I presume , had pleas'd you well . Zen. I call a villaine to my fathers pleasure , No friend of mine ; the sight had pleased me better , Had I not like Mazeres , run my hate Into the sinne before it grew to act ; And kill'd it ere 't had knotted : 't was rare servicem , If your vex'd Majesty conceive it right . In politicke Mazeres , serving more In this discovery , his owne vicious malice Than any true peace that should make you perfect : Suffering the hatefull treason to be done He might have stopt in his confusion . Tyr. Most certaine . Zen. Good your Majesty bethinke you In manly temper and considerate blood ; Went he the way of loyalty , or your quiet , After he saw the courtesies exceed T' abuse your peace , and trust them with the deed ? Tyr. Oh no , none but a Traytor would have done it . Zen. For my Lord , weigh't indifferently . Tyr. I doe , I doe . Zen. What makes it heynous , burthensome , and monstrous , Fills you with such distractions , breedes such furies In your incensed breast , but the deede doing ? Tyr. Oh . Zen. Th' intent had beenen sufficient for his death , And that full satisfaction ; but the act — Tyr. Insufferable , Sertorio ! where 's Sertorio . Enter Sertorio . Ser. My Lord . Tyr. Seeke out Mazeres suddenly , peace Zenarchus Let me alone to trap him . Zen. It may prove , Behold my friend , how I expresse my love . Tyr. Oh villaine , had he pierc'd him at first sight , Where I have one griefe , I had mist ten thousand by 't . Enter Mazeres and Sertorio . Maz. I dreampt of some new honours for my late servicem , And I wondred how he could keepe off so long from my desert , Tyr. Mazeres ? Maz. My lov'd Lord . Tyr. I am forgetfull I am in thy debt some dignities Mazeres , What shift shall we make for thee ? thy late service Is warme still in our memory and deare favour : Prithee discover to 's the manner how Thou tookest them subtlely . Maz. I was received into a waiters roome my Lord . Tyr. Thou wast ! Maz. And in a vizard helpt to serve the banquet . Tyr. Ha , ha ! Maz. Saw him conveyd into a Chamber privately . Tyr. And still thou let'st him runne ? Maz. I let him play my Lord . Tyr. Ha , ha , ha ! Maz. I watcht still nere , till her armes claspt him . Tyr. And there thou let'st him rest . Maz. There he was caught my Lord . Tyr. So art thou here ; drag him to execution he shall dye . With tortures bove the thought of Tyranny . Exit . Zen. No words are able to expresse my gladnesse , T is such a high bornem rapture that the soule Pertakes it onely . Enter Amphridote and Lodovico . Amp. My Lord Mazeres led Vnto his death ? Lod. It proves too true deare Princēsse . Amp. Curst be the mouth that doom'd him , and for ēvēr Blasted the hand that parts him from his life . Was there none fit to practise Tyrannie on But whom our heart elected ? misery of love ! I must not live to thinke oft . Zen. Here 's my Sister , I could not bring that newes will please her better , My newes brings that command over your passions , you must be merry . Amp. Have you warrant for 't Brother ? Zen. Yes , strong enough yfaith ; here me , Mazeres By this time is at his everlasting home ; Where ere his body lyes , I strucke the stroake I wrought a bitter pill that quickely choak'd him . Amp. Oh me , my soule will out , some wine there hoa ! Zen. Wine for our Sister , for the newes is worth it . Enter Lod , with wine and Exit . Am. It will prove deare to both ; so , give it me ; now leave us . Zen. Revenge nere brought forth a more happy issue Than I thinke mine to be . She poysons the wine . Am. I 'mē setting forth Mazeres , here Zenarchus . Zen. Thou art not like this houre , joviall . Am. I shall be after this . Zen. That does 't if any , Wine doth both helpe defects , and causeth many . Here 's to the deed faith of our last revenge . Amp. Dying men Prophesie , faith t is our last end ; Now I must tell you brother , that I hate you , In that you hive betray'd my lov'd Mazeres . Zen. What 's this ? Amp. His deede was loyall , his discovery just , He brought to light a monster and his lust . Zen. Nay if you grow so strumpet like in your behaviour to me , I le quickely coole that insolence . Amp. Peace , peace , There is a Champion fights for me unseene , I neede not feare thy thereats . Zen. Indeed no Harlot But has her Champion , besides Baud and Varlet ; oh ! Amp. Why law you now such geere will nere thriven with you . Zen. I 'me sicke of thy society , poyson to mine eyes . Amp. T is lower in thy brest the poyson lyes . Zen. How ? Amp. T is for Mazeres . Zen. Oh you vertuous powers , What a right strumpet ? poyson under love ? Amp. That man can nere be safe that divides love . She dyes . Zen. Nor she be honest can so soone impart , Oh ware that woman that can shift her heart . Dyes .
Scene . 2. Thunder and lightning . A blazing starre appeares . Enter Tyrant . Tyr. Ha ? thunder ? and thou marrow melting blast Quicke winged lightning ; and thou blazing starre , I like not thy prodigious bearded fire ; Thy beames are fatall : ha ? behold the Influence Of all their malice in my childrens mines ? Their states malignant powers have envyde , And for some hast strucke with their envies dy'd : T is omenous ; within there ? Enter Sertorio and Lodovico . Lod. Here my Lord . Tyr. Conveigh those bodies a while from my fight . Ser. Both dead my Lord . Tyr. Yes , and we safe , our death we need lesse fearē , Vsurpers issue oft proves dangerous , We depose others , and they poyson us , I have found it on Records , t is better thus . Enter the Old King , Lapirus , Fidelio , Amorpho , all disguised like Pilgrims . Lap. My Lord , this Castle is but slightly guarded . King . T is as I hop'd and wish'd ; now blesse us heaven , What horrid and inhumaine spectacle Is yonder that presents it selfe to sight ? Fid. It seemes three quarters of a man hung up . Kin. What Tiranny hath beene exercis'd of late ? I dare not venture on . Amo. Feare not my Lord , our habits give us safety . Lap. Behold , the Tyrant maketh toward us . Tyr. Holy , and reverent Pilgrims , welcome . Kin. Bold strangers , by the Tempest beaten in . Tyr. Most welcome still , wee are but stewards for such guests as you , What we possesse is yours , to your wants due , We are onely rich for your necessities . King . A generous , free , aad charitable minde Keepes in thy bosome to poore Pilgrims kinde . Tyr. T is time of day to dine my friends ; Sertorio ? Enter Sertorio . Ser. My Lord ? Tyr. Our food . Ser. T is ready for your highnesse . Loud Musicke . A banquet brought in , and by it a small Table for the Queene . Tyr. Sit , pray sit , religious men right welcome Vnto our Cates . Grave sir I have observ'd You waste the vertue of your serious eye Too much on such a worthlesse objects as that is . A Traytor when he liv'd call'd that his flesh ; Let hang , here 's to you , we are the oldest here , Round let it goe , fēede , if you like your cheere . Enter Sertorio . Ser. My Lord . Tyr. How now ? Ser. Ready my Lord . Tyr. Sit merry . Exit . King . Where ere I looke these limbes aren in mine eye . Lap. Some wretch on whom he wrought his Tyranny . Fid. Hard was his fate to light into his mercy . Amorp. Peace , he comes . Soft Musicke . Enter the Tyrant with the Queene , her haire loose , she makes a Curtsie to the Table . Sertorio brings in the flesh with a skull all bloody , they all wonder . Tyr. I perceive strangers more desire to see An object than the fare before them set ; But since your eyes are serious Suitors growne I will discourse ; what 's seene shall now be knowne . King . Your bounty every way conquers poore strangers . Tyr. You Creature whom your eyes so often visit Held mighty sway over our powers and thoughts , Indeed we were all hers . Besides her graces , there were all perfections ; Vnlesse she speakes , no musicke : till her wishes Brought forth a monster , a detested issue Poysoning the thoughts I held of her . The Old King sends forth Amorpho . She did from her owne ardour undergoe Adulterous basenesse with my professed foe ; Her lust strangely betray'd , I ready to surprize them , Set on fire by the abuse , I found his life Cunningly shifted by her owne deare hand And far enough convey'd from my revenge : Vnnaturally she first abus'd my heart , And then prevented my revenge by Art . Yet there I left not ; though his trunke were cold My wrath was flaming , and I exercis'd New vengeance on his carcase ; and gave charge The body should be quarter'd and hung up ; t was donem , This as a pennance I enjoyn'd her to To taste no other sustenance ; no nor dares Till her loves body be consum'd in hers . Kin. The sinne was great , so is the pennance greivous . Tyr. Our vow is sign'd . Kin. And was he Lydian borne ? Tyr. He was no lesse , sonne to mine Enemie , A banisht King ; Tymethes was his name . Kin. Oh me , my sonne Tymethes . Lap. Passion may spoyle us : sir , we oft have heard Of that old King his father ; and that justly This Kingdome was by right due to his sway . Tyr. It was , I thinke it was , till we call'd in By pollicy and force deceiv'd his confidence , Shew'd him a tricke of warre and turn'd him out . Kin. Sinnes boast is worse than sinne . Enter Fidelio . Fid. All 's sure , the guards are seiz'd on . Lap. Good . Fid. The Passagē strongly guarded . Tyr. Holy sir , what 's he ? Lap. Our brother , a poore Pilgrime , that gives notice Of a Religious father that attends To beare us company in our Pilgrimage . Tyr. Oh , ho , t is good , t is very good . Kin. Alas poore Lady , it makes mee weepe to see what food she eates . I know your mercy will remit this pennance . Tyr. Never , our vow 's irrevocable , never ; The Letcher must be swallowed rib by rib , His flesh is sweete , it melts , and goes downe merrily , They discover themselves . Ha ? what aren these ? Lap. Speranza . Tyr. Ha ? King . Villaine , this minute looses thee , thou Tyrant . Tyr. Pilgrims weare armes ? the old King ? and Lapirus ? Betrayd ? confounded ? oh , I must dye forsworne ; Breake vow , bleed Whore , there is my jealousie flownē . He kils his Queene . Oh happie man , t is more revenge to me Then all your aymes , I have kill'd my jealousie . I have nothing now to care for more than hell 'T had beene if you had strucke me ere she fell . I had left her to your lust , the thought is bitternesse , But she first falne ; ha , ha , ha . King . Dye cruell murtherous Tyrant . They all discharge at him . Tyr. So , laugh away this breath , My lust was nere more pleasing than my death . Dyes . Lap. As full possest as ever , and as rich In Subjects hearts and voyces ; we present thee The compleat sway of this usurped Kingdome . Kin. I am so borne betwixt the violent streames Of Ioy and passion , I forget my state ; To all our thankes and favours , and what more We are in debt to all your free consent We will discharge in happie governement . Enter the Old Queene disguised , a Boy with her . Que. The peacefull'st reigne that ever Prince enjoy'd . Kin. Already a Petition ? suitors begin betimes We are scarce warme in our good fortune yet , what are you ? Que. Vnworthiest of all the joyes this houre brings forth . She discovers . Kin. Our dearest Queene ? Que. Your poore distressed Queene . Kin. Oh let me light upon that constant brest , And kisse thee till my soule melt on thy lips : Our Joyes were perfect , stood Tymethes there , We are old ; this Kingdome wants a hopefull heire . Que. Your joyes are perfect though he stand not there , And your wish blest behold a hopefull heire : Stand not amaz'd , 't is Manophes . Kin. How just the Gods are ? who in their due time Returne what they tooke from us . Que. Happy houre , Heaven hath not taken all our happinesse ; For though your elder met ill fate , good heaven Hath thus preserv'd your yonger for your heire . Kin. Prepare those limbes for honourable buriall , And noble Nephew all your ill is lost In your late new borne goodnesse , which we 'le reward , No storme of fate so fierce but time destroyes , And beates backe miserie with a peale of Joyes . Exeunt omnes .
FINIS .
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no vimus adest secumque Deos in proelia ducit Nos haec novimus esse nihil . onfeigned conditions sign'd For Peace and truce , enter'd on feigned league With his fierce enemy the King forcē Vnto his faire loves Fathers , Lycia's Kings ▪ Th' old King of Lydia being so beset By ▪ Vnto his faire loves Fathers , Lycia's King ; Th' old King of Lydia being so beset By ▪ All these ? not all ; you did forget , I am not worth the flattering ▪ Mazeres , thou armest us that wonne the day . ▪ furnisht There wants true teares for hanging , penitent falls , For without prayers souldiers ▪ When peace was plighted by his enemies hand , Little expecting such unnaturall Treason wherē Oh where ? ▪ am better than my word , my word was death . ▪ Nay on my knowledge she's worth Jealousie , Sonnē Tis Tymethes , Lady , sonne to the banish'd King . Gudgēon young gentleman is swallowed whole like a gudgeon . roadē my hopes past breath , Ile take the plaine roade way and hunt his death . ▪ your yong gallants love to give no Almes . But that that will sticke by a man , that's ▪ Lordship gets by it ; Good your sweete honour ! ▪ unto her owne . Whose sight Lapirus missing , having led The King her husband to this ▪ Who's this ? my Lord Mazeres discontent ! H' has beene to seeke me twice , and privately ▪ sweete Lady , and you shall prove our faith's . ▪ Whist , Roxano ! wong eyes . They never doe their easie sexe more wrong , Than when they venture fame upon mans arese Vnlesse your life you would forgoe , Who we are seeke not to know . Enjoy me freely : for eke Vnlesse your life you would forgoe , Who we are seeke not to know . Enjoy me freely : for your budwinck'd Slight , led to a Lady hudwinck'd ! Placed in state , and banqueted in Vizards com Exit come ▪ Mazere . ▪ What have I heard ? it dares not be but true ; Tymethes taken in adulterate traines , And ▪ no Conscience where his oathes bestow me . ▪ should'st have come when man was nere forsworne ; They are dangerous now ; witnesse this breach whisperlng cunning passages , The Artfull fetch , the whispering close disguising ; The houre , the Banquet ▪ houre , the Banquet , and the baudy Tapers ; All sticke in mine eye together ; yet thou ▪ is't that can drive you to such discomforts ! To prize your glories at so meane a Rate ▪ heaven , no other food thy taste shall have , Till in thy bowels those Corpes finde a 〈◊〉 friend passed by in Triumph , A sight that I 〈◊〉 had pleas'd you well . 〈◊〉 friend passed by in Triumph , A sight that 〈◊〉 presume, had pleas'd you well . 〈◊〉 I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 villaine to my fathers pleasure 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 call 〈◊〉 villaine to my fathers pleasure , No 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a villaine to my fathers pleasure , No friend ▪ to my fathers pleasure , No friend of mine ; the sight had pleased me 〈◊〉 Had I not like 〈◊〉 friend of mine ▪ the sight had pleased me better, Had I not like Mazeres , run my hate Into ▪ to act ; And kill'd it ere't had knotted : 'twas rare servicē , If your vex'd Majesty ▪ Enter Lod , with wine and Exit . Lond Loud Musicke . A banquet brought in , and by