Sad misery, dispight your 〈◊〉〈◊〉 doores▪
Will enter euen in court.
Vnt•…•… Mari•…•….
Aur.
I ha done; one word, take heede, I ha done.
Enter 〈◊〉〈◊〉 wi•…•… lo•…•… d•…•… 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
Mer.
Cilleman Merc•…•…, the God of ghostes,
From glomie shades that spread the lower coastes,
Calles fower high famed Genoa Dukes to come,
And make this presence their 〈◊〉〈◊〉:
To passe away this high triumphall night,
With song and daunces, courts more soft delight.
Aur.
Are you God of ghostes, I haue a sute depending in hell betwixt me and my conscience, I would •…•…aine haue thee helpe me to an advocate.
Bil.
Mercurie shalbe your lawier Lady,
Aur.
Nay faith, Mercurie haz too good a face to be a right lawier.
Pre.
Peace, forbeare: Mercurie presents the ma•…•…ke.
Cornets: The song to the Cornets, which playing the mask enters.
Enter Maleuole, Pietro, Ferneze, and Celso in white robes, with Dukes Crownes vpon lawrell, wreathes, pistolets and short swordes vnder thier roabes.
Men.
Celso, Celso, court Maria for our loue Lady, be gratious, yet grace.
Mal.
Yes more loued then my breath:
With you Ile dance.
Mar.
Why then you dance with death,
But come Sir, I was nere more apt for mirth.
Death giues eternitie a glorious breath•…•…
O, to die honourd, who would feare to die.
Mal:
They die in feare who liue in villanie.
Men.
Yes, beleeue him Ladie, and be rulde by him.
Aur.
Wouldst then be miserable?
Pietro,
I neede not wish.
Aur.
O, yet forbeare my hand, away, fly, fly,