Three new playes; viz. The [brace] bashful lover, Guardian, Very woman. As they have been often acted at the private-house in Black-Friers, by His late Majesties Servants, with great applause. / Written by Philip Massenger, Gent. Never printed before.
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Three new playes; viz. The [brace] bashful lover, Guardian, Very woman. As they have been often acted at the private-house in Black-Friers, by His late Majesties Servants, with great applause. / Written by Philip Massenger, Gent. Never printed before.
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THE Bashful Lover.
Act. I. Scaen. I.
Enter Gateazzo and Julio.
Jul.
I Dare not cross you sir, but I would gladly(Provided you allow it) render youMy personal attendance.
Gal.
You shall betterDischarge the duty of an honest servant,In following my instructions which you haveReceiv'd already, then in questioningWhat my intents are, or upon what motivesMy stay's resolv'd in Mantua: Believe me,
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That servant overdoes, that's too officious;And in presuming to direct your master,You argue him of weakness, and your selfOf arrogance and impertinence.
Jul.
I have done sir; but what my ends are
Gal.
Honest ones, I know it:I have my bills of exchange, and all provisionsEntrusted to you; you have shewn your selfJust and discreet, what would you more? and yetTo satisfie in some part your curious care,Hear this, and leave me: I desire to beObscur'd; and as I have demean'd my selfThese six moneths past in Mantua, I'll continueUnnoted and unknown, and at the bestAppear no more then a Gentleman, and a stranger,That travails for his pleasure:
Jul.
With your pardon, This hardly will hold weight, though I should swear it,With your noble friends and brother.
Gal.
You may tell'em,Since you will be my Tutor, there's a rumor(Almost cry'd up into a certainty)Of wars with Florence, and that I am determin'dTo see the service: Whatere I went forth,(Heaven prospering my intents) I would come homeA Soldier, and a good one.
Jul.
Should you getA Captains place, nay Colonels, 'twould add littleTo what you are; few of your rank will followThat dangerous profession
Gal.
'Tis the noblest, and Monarchs honor'd in it:But no more on my displeasure.
Jul.
Saints and Angels guard you.
Exit.
Gal.
A war indeed is threatned, nay expectedFrom Florence; but it is 'gainst me alreadyProclaim'd in Mantua: I find it here,
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No forein, but intestine war: I haveDefied my self, in giving up my reasonA slave to passion, and am led captiveBefore the battel's fought; I fainted whenI only saw mine enemy, and yieldedBefore that I was charg'd: And though defeated,I dare not sue for mercy; like IxionI look on Juno, feel my heart turn cindersWith an invisible fire: And yet should sheDaign to appear cloth'd in a various cloud,The majesty of the substance is so facred,I durst not clasp the shadow: I behold herWith adoration, feast my eye, while allMy other senses starve; and oft frequentingThe place which she makes happy with her presence,I never yet had power with tongue or penTo move her to compassion, or make knownWhat 'tis I languish for; yet I must gaze still,Though it increase my flame: however IMuch more then fear I am observ'd and censur'dFor bold intrusion.
Walks sadly
Enter Beatrix and Ascanio.
Bea.
Know you, boy, that Gentleman?
Asc.
Who, Monsieur Melancholy? hath not yourHonor Marked him before?
Bea.
I have seen him often waitAbout the Princess lodgings, but ne'r ghess'dWhat his designs were.
Asc.
No? what a sigh he breath'd now!Many such will blow up the roof; on my small creditThere's gunpowder in 'em.
Bea.
How Crack! gunpowder?He's flesh and blood, and devils only carry
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Such roaring stuff about 'em: you cannot proveHe is or Spirit or Conjurer.
Asc.
That I grant; but he's a Lover, and that's as bad; their sighsAre like petards, and blow all up:
Bea.
A Lover! I have been in love my self, but never found yetThat it could work such strange effects.
Asc.
True, Madam,In women it cannot; for when they miss th'enjoyingOf their full wishes, all their sighs and heigh-hoesAt the worst breed timpanies, and these are cur'd tooWith a kiss or two of their Saint, when he appearsBetween a pair of sheets: but with us menThe case is otherwise.
Bea.
You will be breech'd, boy,For your physical maxims: But how are you assur'dHe is a Lover?
Asc.
Who, I? I know with whom too,But that is to be whisper'd.
Whispers
Bea.
How? the Princess! th'unparallel'd Matilda!Some proof of it; I'll pay for my intelligence.
Gives him gold.
Asc.
Let me kissYour Honors hand; 'twas ever fair, but nowBeyond comparison.
Bea.
I ghess the reason;A giving hand is still fair to the receiver.
Asc.
Your Ladiship's in the right: but to the pur∣pose,He is my Client, and pays his fees as dulyAs ever Usurer did in a bad causeTo his man of law; and yet I get, and take 'emBoth easily and honestly: All the serviceI do him, is to give him notice whenAnd where the Princess will appear; and thatI hope's no treason: If you miss him when
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She goes to the Vesper or the Mattins, hang me;Or when she takes the air, be sure to find himNear her coach; at her going forth, or coming back:But if she walk, he's ravisht; I have seen him smel outHer footing like a Lime-hound, and knows itFrom all the rest of her train.
Bea.
Yet I ne'r saw him present her a petition,
Asc.
Nore'r shall: He only sees her, sighs, and sacrificesA tear or two; then vanishes.
Bea.
'Tis most strange:What a sad aspect he wears! but I'll make use of't.The Princess is much troubled with the threatsThat come from Florence; I will bring her to him,The novelty may afford her sport, and helpTo purge deep melancholy. Boy, can you stayYour Client here for the third part of an hour?I have some ends in't.
Asc.
Stay him, Madam; fear not:The present receipt of a round sum of crowns,And that will draw most Gallants from their prayers,Cannot drag him from me.
Bea.
See you do.
Asc.
Ne'r doubt me,I'll put him out of his dream. Good morrow Signior.
Gal.
My little friend, good morrow: Hath the PrincessSlept well to night?
Asc.
I hear not from her womenOne murmur to the contrary.
Gal.
Heaven be prais'd for't:Does she go to Church this morning?
Asc.
Troth I know not; I keep no key of her de∣votion, Signior.
Gal.
Goes she abroad? pray tell me.
Asc.
'Tis thought ratherShe is resolv'd to keep her chamber.
Gal.
Ay me!
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Asca.
Why do you sigh? If that you have a businessTo be dispatch'd in Court, shew ready mony,You shall find those that will prefer it for you.
Gal.
Business! can any man have business, butTo see her, then admire her, and pray for her,She being compos'd of goodness? For my self,I find it a degree of happinessBut to be near her; and I think I payA strict religious vow, when I behold her,And that's all my ambition.
Asca.
I believe you:Yet she being absent, you may spend some hoursWith profit and delight too. After dinnerThe Duke gives audience to a rough Ambassador,Whom yet I never saw, nor heard his title,Imploy'd from Florence: I'll help you to a placeWhere you shall see and hear all.
Gal.
Tis not worth my observation.
Asca.
What think you ofAn excellent Comedy to be presentedFor his entertainment? He that penn'd it, isThe Poet of the time; and all the Ladies(I mean the amorous and learned ones)Except the Princess, will be there to grace it.
Gal.
What's that to me? without her all is no∣thing,The light that shines in Court, Cimerian darkness:I will to bed agen, and there contemplateOn her perfections.
Enter Matilda, Beatrix, and two Women.
Asca.
Stay sir! see the Princess,Beyond our hopes.
Gal.
Take that, as Moors salute
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The rising Sun with joyful superstition:I could fall down and worship. O my heart!
aside
Like Phoebe breaking through an envious cloud,Or something which no simile can express,She shews to me; a reverend fear, but blendedWith wonder and amazement, does possess me;Now glut thy self, my famish'd eye.
Bea.
That's he, an't please your Excellence.
1 Wo.
Observe his posture,But with a quarter-look.
2 Wo.
Your eye fix'd on him, will breed astonish∣ment.
Matil.
A comely Gentleman! I would not que∣stion your relation, Lady,Yet faintly can believe it: How he eyes me!Will he not speak?
Bea.
Your Excellence hath depriv'd himOf speech and motion.
Mat.
'Tis most strange.
Asc.
These fits are usual with him.
Mat.
Is it not, Ascanio,A personated folly? or he a statue?If it be, it is a master-piece; for manI cannot think him.
Bea.
For your sport vouchsafe him a little con∣ference.
Mat.
In compassion rather:For should he love me as you say (though hopeless)It should not be return'd with scorn; that wereAn inhumanity, which my birth nor honorCould priviledge, were they greater. Now I perceiveHe has life and motion in him; to whom, Lady,Pays he that duty?
Galeaz. bowing, offers to go off.
Bea.
Sans doubt to your self.
Mat.
And whither goes he now?
Asc.
To his private lodging,
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But to what end I know not; this is allI ever noted in him.
Mat.
Call him back: In pitty I stand bound to counsel him,Howe'r I am denied, though I were willingTo ease his sufferings.
Asc.
Signior, the Princess commands you to attend her.
Gal.
How? the Princess! am I betraid?
Asc.
What a lump of flesh is this?You are betraid, sir, to a better fortuneThen you durst ever hope for: What a TantalusDo you make your self? the flying fruit stays for you,And the water that you long'd for, rising upAbove your lip, do you refuse to taste it?Move faster, sluggish Camel, or I will thrustThis goad in your breech: Had I such a promising beard,I should need the reins, not spurs.
Mat.
You may come nearer;Why do you shake, sir? If I flatter notMy self, there's no deformity about me,Nor any part so monstrous to begetAn ague in you.
Gal.
It proceeds not, Madam, from guilt, but re∣verence.
Mat.
I believe you sir; have you a suit to me?
Gal.
Your Excellence is wondrous fair.
Mat.
I thank your good opinion.
Gal.
And I beseech you that I may have licence To kneel to you.
Mat.
A suit I cannot cross.
Gal.
I humbly thank your Excellence.
Mat.
But what,As you are prostrate on your knee before me,Is your petition?
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Gal.
I have none, great Princess,
Mat.
Do you kneel for nothing?
Gal.
Yes, I have a suit;But such a one, as if denied, will kill me.
Mat.
Take comfort; it must be of some strange nature,Unfitting you to ask, or me to grant,If I refuse it.
Gal.
It is, Madam, —
Mat.
Out with't.
Gal.
That I may not offend you, this is all,When I presume to look on you.
Asc.
A flat Eunuch! to look on her? I should desire my self.To move a little further.
Mat.
Only that?
Gal.
And I beseech you, Madam, to believeI never did yet with a wanton eyeOr cherish one lascivious wish beyond it.
Bea.
You'll never make good Courtier, or beIn grace with Ladies.
1 Woman.
Or us Waiting-Women, if that be yourNil ultra.
2 Woman.
He's no Gentleman, on my virginity it is apparent:My Tailor has more boldness, nay my shoo-makerWill fumble a little further, he could not haveThe length of my foot else.
Mat.
Only to look on me? ends your ambition there?
Gal.
It does, great Lady,And that confin'd too, and at fitting distance:The Fly that plays too neer the flame, burns in it.As I behold the sun, the stars, the Temples,I look upon you, and wish'twere no sin,Should I adore you.
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Mat.
Come, there's somthing more in't;And since that you will make a Goddess of me,As such a one, I'll tell you, I desire notThe meanest Altar rais'd up to mine honorTo be pull'd down; I can accept from you(Be your condition nere so far beneath me)One grain of incense with devotion offer'd,Beyond all perfumes or Sabean spicesBy one that proudly thinks he merits in it:I know you love me.
Gal.
Next to heaven, Madam,And with as pure a zeal. That we beholdWith th'eyes of contemplation, but canArrive no nearer to it in this life;But when that is divorc'd, my soul shall serve yours,And witness my affection.
Mat.
Pray you rise, but wait my further pleasure.
Enter Farneze and Uberti.
Far.
I'll present you,And give you proof I am your friend, a true one;And in my pleading for you, teach the ageThat cals erroniously Friendship but a name,It is a substance. Madam, I am boldTo trench so far upon your privacie,As to desire my friend (Let not that wrong him,For he's a worthy one) may have the honorTo kiss your hand.
Mat.
His own worth challengeth a greater favor.
Far.
Your acknowledgmentConfirms it, Madam: If you look on himAs he's built up a man, without additionOf fortunes liberal favors, wealth or titles,He doth deserve no usual entertainment.
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But as he is a Prince, and for your serviceHath left fair Parma (that acknowledgesNo other Lord) and uncompell'd exposesHis person to the dangers of war,Ready to break in storms upon our heads;In noble thankfulness you may vouchsafe himNeerer respect, and such grace as may nourish,Not kill his amorous hopes.
Mat.
Cozen, you know I am not the disposer of my self,The Duke my father challengeth that power:Yet thus much I dare promise; Prince UbertiShall find the seed of service that he sowsFals not on barren ground.
Uber.
For this high favorI am your creature, and profess I owe youWhatever I call mine.
They walk
Gal.
This great Lord isA Suitor to the Princess.
Asca.
True, he is so:
Ga.
Fame gives him out too for a brave Comander
Asca.
And in it does him but deserved right;The Duke hath made him General of his horseOn that assurance.
Gal.
And the Lord Farneze pleads for him, as it seems.
Asca.
'Tis too apparent:And this consider'd, give me leave to askWhat hope have you sir?
Gal.
I may still look on her,Howe'r he wear the garland.
Asca.
A thin diet, and will not feed you fat, sir.
Uber.
I rejoice, rare Princess, that you are not to be wonBy Carpet-courtship, but the sword: with thisSteel-pen I'll write on Florence helm, how muchI can, and dare do for you.
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Mat.
'Tis not question'd,Some private business of mine own dispos'd of,I'll meet you in the presence.
Vber.
Ever your servant.
Ex. Vber. Farne.
Mat.
Now sir to you: You have observ'd, I doubt not,(For Lovers are sharp. sighted) to what purposeThis Prince sollicites me; and yet I am notSo taken with his worth, but that I canVouchsafe you further parle. The first commandThat I'll impose upon you, is to hearAnd follow my good councel: I am notOffended that you love me: persist in it,But love me vertuously, such love may spur youTo noble undertakings, which atchiev'd,Will raise you into name, preferment, honor:For all which, though you ne'r enjoy my person,(For that's impossible) you are indebtedTo your high aims; visit me when you please,I do allow it, nor will blush to own you,(So you confine your self to what you promise)As my vertuous servant.
Bea.
Farewel sir, you haveAn unexpected Cordial.
Asc.
May it work well.
Exeunt. manet Gal.
Gal.
Your love, yes, so she said, may spur you toBrave undertakings: Adding this, You mayVisit me when you please. Is this allowed me,And any act within the power of manImpossible to be effected? no,I will break through all oppositions thatMay stop me in my full carier to honor;And borrowing strength to do, from her high favor,Add somthing to Alcides greatest labor.
Exit.
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Enter Gonzaga, Vberti, Farneze, Manfroy, Attendants.
Gon.
This is your place, and were it in our power,You should have greater honor, Prince of Parma:The rest know theirs; let some attend with careOn the Ambassador, and let my DaughterBe present at his audience. Reach a chair,We'll do all fit respects; and pray you put onYour milder looks; you are in a place where frownsAre no prevailing agents.
Enter (at one door) Alonzo and Attendants: Matilda, Beatrix, Ascanio, Galeazo, and Waiting-women (at the other.)
Asc:
I have seenMore then a wolf, a Gorgon:
[Swouns]
Gon.
What's the matter?
Mat.
A Page of mine is faln into a swoun,Look to him carefully.
Gon.
Now when you please, the cause that brought you hither?
Alon.
The protractionOf my dispatch forgotten, from LorenzoThe Tuscan Duke, thus much to you GonzagaThe Duke of Mantua: By me his nephewHe does salute you fairly, and intreats(A word not suitable to his power and greatness)You would consent to tender that, which heUnwillingly must force, if contradicted.Ambition, in a private man a vice,Is in a Prince the vertue.
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Gonza.
To the purpose; these ambages are im∣pertinent.
Alon.
He demandsThe fair Matilda (for I dare not takeFrom her perfections) in a noble way;And in creating her the comfort ofHis royal bed, to raise her to a heightHer flattering hopes could not aspire, where sheWith wonder shall be gaz'd upon, and liveThe envy of her sex.
Gonza.
Suppose this granted.
Uber.
Or if denied, what follows?
Alon.
Present war, with all extremities the Con∣queror canInflict upon the vanquish'd.
Uber.
Grant me licenceTo answer this defiance: What intelligenceHolds your proud Master with the will of Heaven,That ere th'uncertain Dye of War be thrown,He dares assure himself the victory?Are his unjust invading Arms of fire?Or those we put on in defence of right,Like chaff to be consum'd in the encounter?I look on your dimensions, and find notMine own of lesser size; the blood that fillsMy veins, as hot as yours; my sword as sharp,My nerves of equal strength, my heart as good,And confident we have the better cause,Why should we fear the trial?
Far.
You presume you are superior in numbers; weLay hold upon the surest anchor, vertue;Which when the tempest of the war roars loudest,Must prove a strong protection.
Gonza.
Two main reasons (seconding those you have already heard)Gives us encouragement: The duty that
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I owe my mother Country, and the loveDescending to my daughter. For the first,Should I betray her liberty, I deserv'dTo have my name with infamy raz'd fromThe catalogue of good Princes: And I shouldUnnaturally forget I am a father,If like a Tartar, or for fear or profit,I should consign her as a bondwomanTo be dispos'd of at anothers pleasure,Her own consent or favor never su'd for,And mine by force exacted. No, Alonzo,She is my only child, my heir; and ifA fathers eyes deceive me not, the handOf prodigal nature hath given so much to her,As in the former ages Kings would rise upIn her defence, and makes her cause their quarrel:Nor can she, if that any spark remainTo kindle a desire to be possestOf such a beauty, in our time want swordsTo guard it safe from violence.
Gal.
I must speak, or I shall burst; now to be silent, wereA kind of blasphemy. If such purity,Such innocence, an abstract of perfection,The soul of beauty, vertue, in a word,A Temple of things sacred, should groan underThe burthen of opprestion, we mightAccuse the Saints, and tax the Powers above usOf negligence or injustice. Pardon, sir,A strangers boldness, and in your mercy call itTrue zeal, not rudeness: In a cause like this,The Husbandman would change his ploughing-ironsTo weapons of defence, and leave the earthUntill'd, although a general dearth should follow:The Student would forswear his book; the LawyerPut off his thriving gown, and without pay
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Conclude this case is to be fought, not pleaded:The women will turn Amazons, as their sexIn her were wrong'd; and boys write down their namesI'th' muster-book for soldiers.
Gonza.
Take my hand;Whatev'r you are, I thank you: how are you call'd?
Gal.
Hortensio, a Millanoise.
Gonza.
I wish Mantua had many such. My LordAmbassador,Some privacie if you please: Manfroy, you mayPartake it, and advise us.
They go aside.
Uber.
Do you know, friend,What this man is, or of what country?
Far.
Neither.
Uber.
I'll question him my self; what are you sir?
Gal.
A Gentleman.
Uber.
But if there be gradationIn Gentry, as the Heralds say, you haveBeen overbold in the presence of your betters.
Gal.
My betters, sir?
Uber.
Your betters! as I take it, you are no Prince.
Gal.
'Tis fortunes gift you were born one:I have not heard that glorious title crowns youAs a reward of vertue; it may beThe first of your house deserv'd it, yet his meritsYou can but faintly call your own.
Mat.
Well answer'd.
Uber.
You come up to me.
Gal.
I would not turn my backIf you were the Duke of Florence, though you charg'd meI'th' head of our troops.
Uber.
Tell me in gentler language,(Your passionate speech induces me to think so)Do you love the Princess?
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Gal.
Were you mine enemy,Your foot upon my breast, sword at my throat,Even then I would profess it. The ascentTo th'height of honor, is by arts or arms:And if such an unequall'd prize might fallOn him that did deserve best in defenceOf this rare Princess, in the day of battailI should lead you a way would make your GreatnessSweat drops of blood to follow.
Uber.
Can your ExcellenceHear this without rebuke from one unknown?Is he a Rival for a Prince?
Mat.
My Lord, you take that liberty I never gave you:In justice you should give encouragementTo him or any man that freely offersHis life to do me service, not deter him;I give no suffrage to it: Grant he loves me,As he professes, how are you wrong'd in it?Would you have all men hate me but your self?No more of this I pray you: If this GentlemanFight for my freedom, in a fit proportionTo his desert and quality, I canAnd will reward him, yet give you no causeOf jealousie or envy.
Gal.
Heavenly Lady!
Gonz.
No peace, but on such poor and base con∣ditions?We will not buy it at that rate: ReturnThis answer to your Master: Though we wish'dTo hold fair quarter with him, on such termsAs honor would give way to, we are notSo thunder-struck with the loud voice of war,As to acknowledg him our Lord beforeHis sword hath made us Vassals: we long sinceHave had intelligence of the unjust gripeHe purpos'd to lay on us; neither are we
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So unprovided as you think, my Lord,He shall not need to seek us, we will meet himAnd prove the fortune of a day, perhapsSooner then he expects.
Alon.
And find repentance when 'tis too late.Farewell.
[Exit with Farneze.]
Gonza.
No, my Matilda,We must not part so: Beasts and birds of preyTo their last gasp defend their brood; and FlorenceOver thy fathers breast shall march up to thee,Before he force affection: The armsThat thou must put on for us and thy self,Are prayers and pure devotion, which willBe heard, Matilda. Mansroy, to your trustWe do give up the City, and my daughter;On both keep a strong guard: No tears, they are ominous.O my Octavio, my try'd OctavioIn all my dangers! now I want thy service,In passion recompenc'd with banishment.Error of Princes, who hate vertue whenShe's present with us, and in vain admire herWhen she is absent! 'Tis too late to think on't:The wish'd for time is come, Princely Uberti,To shew your valour; Friends being to do, not talk.All rhetorick is fruitless, only this,Fate cannot rob you of deserv'd applause,Whether you win or lose in such a cause.
Exeunt.
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Act. 2. Scaen. 1.
Enter Matilda, Beatrix, and two Women.
NO matter for the Ring I ask'd you for:The Boy not to be found?
Bea.
Nor heard of, Madam:
1 Wo.
He hath been sought and searcht for, house by house,Nay, every nook of the City, but to no purpose.
2 Wo.
And how he should escape hence, the Lord ManfroyBeing so vigilant ore the guards, appearsA thing impossible.
Mat.
I never saw himSince he swouned in the presence, when my FatherGave audience to the Ambassador: but I feelA sad miss of him; on any slight occasionHe would find out such pretty argumentsTo make me sport, and with such witty sweetnessDeliver his opinion, that I mustIngeniously confess his harmless mirth,When I was most opprest with care, wrought moreIn the removing of it, then musick on me.
Bea.
An't please your Excellence, I have observ'd himWaggishly witty; yet sometimes on the suddenHe would be very pensive, and then talkSo feelingly of love, as if he hadTasted the bitter sweets of't.
1 Wo.
He would tell too a pretty tale of a sister that had been
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Deceiv'd by her Sweetheart; and then weeping swearHe wonder'd how men could be false
2 Wo.
And that when he was a Knight, he would be the Ladies Champion,And travel ore the world to kill such LoversAs durst play false with their Mistresses:
Mat.
I am sure I want his company
Enter Manfroy (with a Letter.)
There are Letters, Madam,In post come from the Duke; but I am charg'dBy the careful bringer, not to open themBut in your presence.
Mat.
Heaven preserve my Father!Good news, an't be thy will!
Manf.
Patience must arm you against what's ill.
Mat.
I'll hear 'em in my Cabinet:
Exeunt.
Enter Galeazo and Ascanio (with a Ring.)
Gal
Why have you left the safety of the CityAnd service of the Princess, to partakeThe dangers of the Camp? and at a time tooWhen the Armies are in view, and every minuteThe dreadful charge expected.
Asc.
You appear so far beyond your self, as you are nowArm'd like a soldier, (though I grant your presenceWas ever gracious) that I grow enamour'dOf the profession, in the horror of itThere is a kind of majesty.
Gal.
But too heavy to sit on thy soft shoulders, Youth; retire
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To the Dukes tent that's guarded.
Asc.
Sir, I comeTo serve you: Knights adventurers are allow'dTheir Pages; and I bring a will that shallSupply my want of power.
Gal.
To serve me, boy! I wish (believe it) that 'twere in my nervesTo do thee any service; and thou shaltIf I survive the fortune of this day,Be satisfied I am serious.
Asc.
I am notTo be put off so, sir: since you do neglectMy offer'd duty, I must use the powerI bring along with me, that may command you:You have seen this Ring.
Gal.
Made rich by being worne upon the Princess finger.
Asc.
'Tis a favourTo you, by me sent from her: view it better;But why coy to receive it?
Gal.
I am unworthyOf such a blessing, I have done nothing yetThat may deserve it; no Commanders bloodOf th'adverse party hath yet dy'd my swordDrawn out in her defence. I must not take it.This were a triumph for me when I hadMade Florence Duke my prisoner, and compell'd himTo kneel for mercy at her feet.
Asc.
'Twas sent, sir,To put you in mind whose cause it is you fight for;And as I am her creature, to revengeA wrong to me done.
Gal.
By what man?
Asc.
Alonzo.
Gal.
Th'Ambassador?
Asc.
The same:
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Gal.
Let it suffice, I know him by his armor and his horse;And if we meet — I am cut off, the AlarumCommands me hence: sweet Youth, fall off.
Asc.
I must not; you are too noble to receive a woundUpon your back; and following close behind you,I am secure, though I could wish my bosomWere your defence.
Gal.
Thy kindness will undo thee.
Exeunt
Enter Lorenzo, Alonzo, Pisano, Martino.
Lor.
We'll charge the main Battalia, fall youUpon the Van, preserve your Troops intireTo force the Rear: he dies that breaks his ranks,Till all be ours and sure.
Pisa.
'Tis so proclaim'd.
Exeunt.
Enter Galeazzo, Ascanio, and Alonzo.
Gal.
'Tis he, Ascanio: Stand!
Alon.
I never shunn'dA single opposition; but tell meWhy in the battel, of all men, thou hastMade choice of me?
Gal.
Look on this Youth; his causeSits on my sword
Alon.
I know him not.
Gal.
I'll help your memory.
Fight
Asc.
What have I done? I am doubtfulTo whom to wish the victory; for stillMy resolution wavering, I so loveThe enemy that wrong'd me, that I cannotWithout repentance wish success to himThat seeks to do me right. — Alas he's faln.Alonzo falls.As you are gentle, hold sir! or if I want
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Power to perswade so far, I conjure youBy her lov'd name I am sent from.
Gal.
'Tis a charmToo strong to be resisted: He is yours.Yet why should you make suit to save that lifeWhich you so late desir'd should be cut offFor injuries receiv'd, begets my wonder.
Asc.
Alas, we foolish spleenful boys would haveWe know not what: I have some private reasons,But now not to be told.
Gal.
Shall I take him prisoner?
Asc.
By no means, sir; I will not save his lifeTo rob him of his honor: when you give,Give not by halves: One short word, and I follow.
Exit Galeazo.
My Lord Alonzo, if you have receiv'dA benefit, and would know to whom you owe it,Remember what your entertainment wasAt old Octavio's house, one you call'd friend,And how you did return it.
Exit.
Alon.
I remember I did not well; but it is now no timeTo think upon't; my wounded honor callsFor reparation, I must quench my furyFor this disgrace in blood, and some shall smart for't.
Exit.
Enter Vberti, Farneze(wounded.)
Far.
O Prince Vberti, valour cannot save us;The body of our Army's pierc'd and broken,The wings are routed, and our scattered TroopsNot to be rallied up.
Vber
'Tis yet some comfort,The enemy must say we were not wantingIn courage or direction; and we mayAccuse the powers above us partial, when
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A good cause, well defended too, must sufferFor want of fortune.
Far.
All is lost; the DukeToo far engag'd, I fear, to be brought off:Three times I did attempt his rescue, butWith odds was beaten back: Only the stranger(I speak it to my shame) still follow'd him,Cutting his way; but 'tis beyond my hopesThat either should return.
Uber.
That noble stranger,Whom I in my proud vanity of greatnessAs one unknown contemn'd, when I was thrownOut of my saddle by the great Dukes lance,Hors'd me again in spight of all that madeResistance; and then whisper'd in mine ear,Fight bravely Prince Uberti, there's no way elseTo the fair Matilda's favour.
Far.
'Twas done nobly.
Uber.
In you, my bosom friend; I had call'd it noble:But such a courtesie from a Rival, meritsThe highest attribute.
Enter Galeazo and Gonzaga.
Far.
Stand on your guard, we are pursu'd.
Uber.
Preserv'd! wonder on wonder.
Far.
The Duke in safety?
Gon.
Pay your thanks, Farneze,To this brave man, if I may call him so,Whose acts were more then humane: if thou artMy better Angel, from my infancieDesign'd to guard me, like thy self appear,For sure thou art more then mortal.
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Gal.
No, great sir,A weak and sinful man, though I have done youSome prosperous service, that hath found your favour,I am lost to my self; but lose not youThe offer'd opportunity to deludeThe hot pursuing enemy: these woodsNor the dark vail of night cannot conceal you,If you dwell long here: You may rise again,But I am faln for ever.
Far.
Rather borne upTo the supreme sphere of honor.
Uber.
I confess my life your gift.
Gon.
My liberty: You have snatch'dThe wreath of conquest from the Victors head,And do alone in scorn of Lorenzo's fortuneThough we are slav'd, by true heroick valourDeserve a triumph.
Uber.
From whence then proceeds this poor dejection?
Gal:
In one suit I'll tell you,Which I beseech you grant: — I lov'd your daughter,But how? as beggers in their wounded fancieHope to be Monarchs:I long languish'd for her,But did receive no Cordial, but whatDespair my rough Physitian prescrib'd me.At length her goodness and compassion found it.And whereas I expected, and with reason,The distance and disparity consider'dBetween her birth and mine, she would contemn me,The Princess gave me comfort.
Gon.
In what measure?
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Gal.
She did admit me for her Knight and servant,And spurr'd me to do something in this battelFought for her liberty, that might not blemishSo fair a favour.
Gonza.
This you hrve perform'd to th'height of admiration.
Uber.
I subscribe to't, that am your Rival.
Gal.
You are charitable:But how short of my hopes, nay the assuranceOf those atchievements which my love and youthAlready held accomplisn'd, this days fortuneMust sadly answer. What I did, she gave meThe strength to do; her piety preserv'dHer Father; and her gratitude for the dangersYou threw your self into for her defence,Protected you by me her instrument:But when I came to strike in mine own cause,And to do somthing so remarkable,That should at my return command her thanksAnd gracious entertainment, then alasI fainted like a coward; I made a vow too(And it is registred) ne'r to presumeTo come into her presence, if I brought notHer fears and dangers bound in fetters to her,Which now's impossible. — Hark, the enemyMakes his approaches: save your selves, this onlyDeliver to her Sweetness; I have doneMy poor endeavours, and pray her not repentHer goodness to me: May you live to serve her,This loss recover'd, with a happier fate,And make use of this sword: Arms I abjure,And conversation of men; I'll seek outSome unfrequented cave, and die Loves martyr.
Exit
Gonza.
Follow him.
Uber.
'Tis in vain; his nimble feetHave born him from my sight.
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Gonza.
I suffer for him:
Far.
We share in it, but must not sir forgetYour means of safety.
Uber.
In the war I have serv'd you,And to the death will follow you.
Gonz.
'Tis not fit,We must divide our selves.My daughter, if I retain yetA Soveraigns power ore thee, or friends with you,Do, and dispute not; by my example changeYour habits: As I thus put off my purple,Ambition dies; this garment of a shepherdLeft here by chance will serve; in lieu of itI leave this to the owner. Raise new forces,And meet me at S. Leo's Fort; my daughter,As I commanded Manfroy, there will meet us.The City cannot hold out, we must part,Farewell, thy hand —
Far.
You still shall have my heart.
Exeunt.
Enter Lorenzo, Alonzo, Pisano, Martino, Captains, Soldiers.
Loren.
The day is ours, though it cost dear; yet 'tis notEnough to get a victory, if we loseThe true use of it. We have hithertoHeld back your forward swords, and in our fearOf ambushes, deferr'd the wish'd rewardDue to your bloody toil: But now give freedom,Nay, licence to your fury and revenge;Now glut your selves with prey, let not the nightNor these thick woods give sanctuary toThe fear-struck Hares our Enemies: fire these trees,And force the wretches to forsake their holes,And offer their scorch'd bodies to your swords,
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Or burn'em as a sacrifice to your angers.Who brings Gonzaga's head, or takes him prisoner,(Which I incline to rather) that he mayBe sensible of those tortures, which I vowT'inflict upon him, for denial ofHis daughter to our bed) shall have a BlankWith our hand and signet made authentical,In which he may write down himself, what wealthOr honors he desires
Alon.
The great Dukes will shall be obeyed
Pisa.
Put it in execution.
Mar.
Begirt the wood, and fire it.
Sold.
Follow, follow.
Exeunt.
Enter Farneze (with a Florentine soldiers coat.)
Uberti, Prince Uberti! O my friendDearer then life! I have lost thee. Cruel fortune,Unsatisfied with our sufferings! We no soonerWere parted from the Duke, and even then readyTo make a mutual farewel, when a troopOf the enemies horse fell on us: we were forc'dTo take the woods again, but in our flightTheir hot pursuit divided us: we had been happyIf we had died together; to survive himTo me is worse then death, and therefore should notEmbrace the means of my escape, though offer'd.When nature gave us life, she gave a burthen,But at our pleasure not to be cast off,Though weary of it; and my reason prompts me,This habit of a Florentine which I tookFrom a dying soldier, may keep me unknownTill opportunity mark me out a wayFor flight, and with security.
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Enter Uberti.
Was there ever such a night of horror?
Far.
My friends voice! I nowIn part forgive thee, fortune.
Uber.
The wood flames,The bloody sword devours all that it meets,And death in several shapes rides here in triumph.I am like a Stag clos'd in a toil; my lifeAs soon as found, the cruel Huntsmans prey:Why fliest thou then what is inevitable?Better to fall with manly wounds beforeThy cruel Enemy, then survive thine honor:And yet to charge him, and die unreveng'd,Meer desperation.
Far.
Heroick spirit!
Uber.
Mine own life I contemn, and would not save itBut for the future service of the DukeAnd safety of his daughter; having means,If I escape, to raise a second Army,And what is nearest to me, to enjoyMy friend Farneze.
Far.
I am still his care:
Uber.
What shall I do? If I call loud, the foeThat hath begirt the wood, will hear the sound.Shall I return by the same path? I cannot,The darkness of the night conceals it from me:Something I must resolve.
Far.
Let friendship rouzeThy sleeping soul, Farneze: wilt thou sufferThy friend, a Prince, nay one that may set freeThy captiv'd Country, perish, when 'tis inThy power with this disguise to save his life?Thou hast liv'd too long, therefore resolve to die;
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Thou hast seen thy Country ruin'd, and thy MasterCompell'd to shameful flight, the fields and woodsStraw'd ore with carkasses of thy fellow-soldiers:The miseries thou art faln in, and beforeThy eyes the horror of this place, and thousandCalamities to come; and after all theseCan any hope remain? shake off delays,Dost thou doubt yet? To save a Citizen,The conquering Roman in a GeneralEsteem'd the highest honor; can it be thenInglorious to preserve a Prince? thy friend?Uberti, Prince Uberti, use this meansOf thy escape; conceal'd in this thou maistPass through the enemies guards: the time deniesLonger discourse; thou hast a noble end,Live therefore mindful of thy dyng friend:
Exit.
Uber.
Farneze, stay thy hasty steps: Farneze!Thy friend Uberti cals thee: 'tis in vain,He's gone to death an Innocent, and makes lifeThe benefit he confers on me, my guilt.Thou art too covetous of anothers safety,Too prodigal, and careless of thine own:'Tis a deceit in friendship to enjoin meTo put this garment on, and live, that heMay have alone the honor to die nobly.O cruel piety, in our equal dangerTo rob thy self of that thou givest thy friend!It must not be, I will restore his giftAnd die before him. How? where shall I find him?Thou art orecome in friendship; yield UbertiTo the extremity of the time, and live:A heavy ransom, but it must be paid.I will put on this habit: pittying HeavenAs it loves goodness, may protect my friend,And give me means to satisfie the debtI stand engag'd for; if not, pale despair
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I dare thy worst, thou canst but bid me die,And so much I'll force from an enemie.
Exit.
Enter Alonzo, Pisano, Farneze (bound) Soldiers (with torches) Farneze's sword in one of the Soldiers hands.
Alon.
I know him, he's a man of ransom.
Pisa.
True, but if he live 'tis to be paid to me:
Alon.
I forc'd him to the woods.
Pisa.
But my art found him,Nor will I brook a partner in the preyMy fortune gave me.
Alon.
Render him, or expect the point of this.
Pisa.
Wer't lightning, I would meet itRather then be outbrav'd.
Alon.
I thus decide the difference.
Pisa.
My sword shall plead my title.
They fight
Enter Lorenzo, Martino, two Captains.
Lor.
Ha! where learn'd you this discipline? myCommandersOppos'd 'gainst one another? what blind furyBrings forth this brawl? Alonzo and PisanoAt bloody difference! hold, or I tiltAt both as enemies. Now speak, how grewThis strange division?
Pisa.
Against all right;By force Alonzo strives to reap the harvestSown by my labour.
Alon.
Sir, this is my prisoner,The purchase of my sword, which proud PisanoThat hath no interest in him, would take from me.
Pisa.
Did not the presence of the Duke forbid me,I would say —
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Alon.
What?
Pisa.
Tis false.
Lor.
Before my face!Keep 'em asunder. And was this the causeOf such a mortal quarrel? this the baseTo raise your fury on? the tyes of blood,Of fellowship in arms, respect, obedienceTo me your Prince and General, no morePrevailing on you? this a price for whichYou would betray our victory, or woundYour reputation with mutinies?Forgetful of your selves, allegiance, honor?This is a course to throw us headlong downFrom that proud height of empire, upon whichWe were securely seared: shall divisionOreturn what concord built? If you desireTo bath your swords in blood, the enemyStill flies before you: Would you have spoil? the CountryLies open to you. O unheard of madness!What greater mischief could Gonzaga wish us,Then you pluck on our heads? no, my brave Leaders,Let unity dwell in our tents, and discordBe banish'd to our enemies
Alon.
Take the prisoner, I do give up my title.
Pisa.
I desire your friendship, and will buy it:He is yours.
[They embrace.]
Alon.
No man's a faithful Judg in his own cause;Let the Duke determine of him, we are friends sir.
Lor.
Shew it in emulation to oretakeThe flying foe; this cursed wretch dispos'd of,With our whole strength we'll follow.
Exe. Alonz. and Pisa, embracing.
Far.
Death at lengthWill set a period to calamity.
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I see it in this Tyrants frowns haste to me.
Enter Uberti like a soldier, and shuffles in among 'em.
Lor.
Thou machine of this mischief, look to feelWhate're the wrath of an incensed PrinceCan pour upon thee: With thy blood I'll quench(But drawn forth slowly) the invisible flamesOf discord, — by thy charms first fetch'd from Hell,Then forc'd into the breasts of my Commanders.— Bring forth the tortures.
Vber.
Hear, victorious Duke,The story of my miserable fortune,Of which this Villain (by your sacred tongueCondemn'd to die) was the immediate cause:And if my humble suit have justice in it,Vouchsafe to grant it.
Lor.
Soldier be brief; our anger can brook no long delay.
Vber.
I am the lastOf three sons, by one father got, and train'd upWith his best care for service in your wars:My father dyed under his fatal hand,And two of my poor brothers. Now I hearOr fancie wounded by my grief, deludes me,Their pale and mangled ghosts, crying for ven∣geanceOn perjury and murther.Thus the case stood. —My father (on whose face he he durst not lookIn equal mart) by his fraud circumvented,Became his Captive: we his sons lamentingOur old sires hard condition, freely offer'dOur utmost for his ransom. That refus'd,The subtile Tyrant for his cruel ends,(Conceiving that our piety might insnare us)
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Propos'd my Fathers head to be redeem'd,If two of us would yield our selves his slaves.We upon any terms resolv'd to save him,Though with the loss of life which he gave to us;With an undaunted constancie drew lots(For each of us contented to be one)Who should preserve our Father: I was exempted,But to my more affliction; my brothersDelivered up; the perjur'd HomicideLaughing in scorn, and by his hoary locksPulling my wretched Father on his knees,Said thus, Receive the Father you have ransom'd;And instantly struck off his head.
Lor.
Most barbarous!
Far.
I never saw this man.
Lor.
One murmur more,I'll have thy tongue pull'd out. Proceed.
Uber.
Conceive, sir,How thunder-struck we stood, being made spectatorsOf such an unexpected tragedy:Yet this was a beginning, not an endTo his intended cruelty; for pursuingSuch a revenge, as no Hircanian tigressRob'd of her whelps durst aim at, in a momentTreading upon my Fathers trunk, he cut offMy pious Brothers heads, and threw'em at me.Oh what a spectacle was this! what mountainOf sorrow overwhelm'd me! My poor heartstringsAs tenter'd by his tyrannie, crack'd; my kneesBeating 'gainst one another, groans and tearsBlended together followed; not one passionCalamity ever yet express'd, forgotten.Now mighty sir, (bathing your feet with tears)Your suppliants suit is, that he may have leaveWith any cruelty revenge can fancie,To sacrifice this Monster, to appease
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My Fathers ghost and Brothers.
Lor.
Thou hast obtain'd it; choose any torture; let the memoryOf what thy Father and thy Brothers suffer'dMake thee ingenious in it, such a oneAs Phalaris would wish to be call'd his.Martino, guarded with your soldiers, seeThe execution done; but bring his headOn forfeiture of your own, to us: Our presenceLong since was elswhere look'd for.
Ex. cum suit.
Mar.
Soldier to work; take any way thou wils for thy revenge,Provided that he die: his body's thine,But I must have his head.
Uber.
I have alreadyConcluded of the manner: O just heaven,The instrument I wish'd for offer'd me!
Mar.
Why art thou rapp'd thus?
Uber:
In this soldiers handI see the murtherers own sword, I know it,Yes, this is it by which my Father andMy brothers were beheaded: Noble CaptainCommand it to my hand. Stand forth and tremble;This weapon of late drunk with innocent bloodShall now carouse thine own. Pray, if thou canst;For though the world shall not redeem thy body,I would not kill thy soul.
Far.
Canst thou believeThere is a heaven, or hell, or soul? thou hast none.In death to rob me of my fame, my honor,With such a forged lye? tell me thou hangman,Where did I ever see thy face? or whenMurder'd thy sire or brothers? look on meAnd make it good: thou dar'st not.
Uber.
Yes I will
[Unbinds his arms]
In one short whisper, and that told thou art dead.
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I am Uberti; take thy sword, fight bravely,We'll live or die together.
Mar.
We are betraid.
Far.
And have I leave once more, brave Prince, to ease
Mar. struck down, the soldiers run away.
My head on thy true bosom?
Uber.
I glory moreTo be thy friend, then in the name of PrinceOr any higher title.
Far.
My preserver!
Uber.
The life you gave to me, I but return;And pardon, dearest friend, the bitter languageNecessity made me use.
Far.
O sir, I amOutdone in all; but comforted, that noneBut you can wear the laurel,
Uber.
Here's no placeOr time to argue this; let us flie hence.
Far.
I follow.
Exeunt.
Mar.
A thousand Furies keep you company!I was at the gate of — but now I feelMy wounds not mortal; I was but astonish'd,And coming to my self, I find I amReserv'd for the gallows: there's no looking onTh'enraged Duke, excuses will not serve,I must do something that may get my pardon:If not, I know the worst, a halter ends all.
Exit.
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Act. 3. Scaen. 1.
Enter Octavio, (a Book in's hand.)
Oct.
'TIs true, by proof I find it, humane reasonViews with such dim eyes what is good or ill,That if the great Disposer of our beingShould offer to our choice all worldly blessings,We knew not what to take.—When I was young,Ambition of Court-preferment fir'd me;And as there were no happiness beyond it,I labour'd for't and got it; no man stoodIn greater favour with his Prince, I hadHonors and offices, wealth flow'd in to me,And for my service both in peace and warThe general voice gave out I did deserve 'em.But oh vain confidence in subordinate greatness!When I was most secure, it was not inThe power of fortune to remove me fromThe flat I firmly stood on: in a momentMy vertues were made crimes, and popular favor(To new-rais'd men still fatal) bred suspitionThat I was dangerous: which no sooner entredGonzago's breast, but straight my ruine follow'd:My offices were took from me, my state seis'd on;And had I not prevented it by flight,The jealousie of the Duke had been remov'dWith the forfeiture of my head.
[Within Galeaz]
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Oct.
Ha! is not poverty safe?I thought proud war that aim'd at kingdoms ruines,The sack of palaces and cities, scorn'dTo look on a poor cottage.
Enter Galeazo (with Ascanio in's arms) Gothrio following.
Goth.
What would you have?The devil sleeps in my pocket, I have no crossTo drive him from it. Be you or thief, or soldier,Or such a begger as will not be denied,My scrip, my tar-box, hook and coat will proveBut a thin purchase; if you turn my insideOutwards, you'll find it true.Searches his scrip.
Gal.
Not any food?
Goth.
Alas sir,I am no glutton, but an under-shepherd,The very picture of famine; judg by my cheeks else:I have my pittance by ounces, and starve my self;When I pay a pensioner, I have an antient mouse,A crum a meal.
[Takes the bottle.]
Gal.
No drop left?Drunkard, hast thou swill'd up all?
Goth.
How? Drunkard, sir! I am a poor man, you mistake me sir:Drunkard's a title for the rich, my betters;A calling in repute, some sell their lands for't,And rore wines better then mony. Our poor beveridgOf buttermilk or whey allaid with water,Ne'r raise our thoughts so high. Drunk! I had neverThe credit to be so yet.
Gal.
Ascanio, look up dear youth: Ascanio, did thy sweetnessCommand the greedy enemy to forbearTo prey upon it? and I thank my fortune
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For suffering me to live, that in some partI might return thy courtesies: And nowTo heighten my afflictions, must I beInforc'd, no pittying Angel near to help us,Heaven deaf to my complaints too, to behold theeDie in my arms for hunger? no means leftTo lengthen life a little? I will openA vein, and pour my blood, not yet corruptedWith any sinful act, but pure as he is,Into his famish'd mouth.
Octa.
Young man forbearThy savage pitty; I have better meansTo call back flying life.
Goth.
You may believe him,They apply them∣selves to Ascanio.It is his sucking-bottle, and confirmsAn old man's twice a child; his nurses milkWas ne'r so chargeable: should you put in tooFor sope and candles, though he sell his flock for't,The baby must have this dug: he swears 'tis illFor my complexion, but wondrous comfortableFor an old man that would never die
Oct.
Hope well sir,A temperate heat begins to thaw his numness,The blood too by degrees takes fresh possessionOn his pale cheeks, his pulse beats high; stand off,Give him more air, he stirs:
[Goth. steals the bottle.]
Goth.
And have I got thee, thou bottle of im∣mortality?
Asca.
Where am I?What cruel hand hath forc'd back wretched life?Is rest in death denied me?
Goth.
O sweet liquor!Were here enough to make me drunk, I mightWrite my self Gentleman, and never buyA coat of the Heralds.
Oct.
How now slave?
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Goth.
I was fainting,A clownlike qualm seis'd on me, but I amRecover'd, thanks to your bottle, and beginTo feel new stirrings, gallant thoughts; one draught moreWill make me a perfect Signior:
Oct.
A tough cudgelWill take this gentle itch off: Home to my cottage,See all things handsom.
Goth.
Good sir, let me haveThe bottle along to smell to: O rare perfume!
Ex:
Gal.
Speak once more, dear Ascanio! How he eyes you,Then turns away his face! Look up sweet youth,The object cannot hurt you; this good manNext heaven is your preserver.
Asc.
Would I had perish'dWithout relief, rather then live to breakHis good old heart with sorrow. O my shame!My shame, my never dying shame!
Oct.
I have beenAcquainted with this voice, and know the face too:'Tis she, 'tis too apparent; O my daugbter!I mourn'd long for thy loss; but thus to find thee,Is more to be lamented.
Gal.
How? your daughter!
Oct.
My only child: I murmur'd against heavenBecause I had no more; but now I findThis one too many. Is Alonzo glutted
[Asc weeps]
With thy embraces?
Gal.
At his name a showerOf tears fals from her eyes: she faints agen.Grave sir, overrule your passion, and deferThe story of your fortune: On my lifeShe is a worthy one, her innocenceMight be abus'd, but mischiefs self wants powerTo make her guilty. Shew your self a Father
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In her recovery; then as a Judge,When she hath strength to speak in her own cause,You may determine of her.
Oct.
I much thank youFor your wise counsel: you direct me sirAs one indebted more to years, and IAs a pupil will obey you. Not far henceI have a homely dwelling; if you please thereTo make some short repose, your entertainmentThough course, shall relish of a gratitude,And that's all I can pay you. Look up Girl,Thou art in thy Fathers arms.
Gal.
She's weak and faint still: O spare your age! I am young and strong, and this wayTo serve her is a pleasure, not a burthen:Pray you lead the way.
Oct.
The Saints reward your goodness.
Exeunt.
Enter Manfroy, and Matilda (disguis'd.)
Mat.
No hope of safety left?
Manf.
We are descry'd.
Mat.
I thought, that cover'd in this poor disguiseI might have pass'd unknown:
Manf.
A diamond, though set in horn, is still a diamond,And sparkles as in purest gold. We are follow'd:Out of the troops that scour'd the plains, I sawTwo gallant horsmen break forth, (who by theirBrave furniture and habiliments for the war Seem'd to command the rest) spurring hard towards us;See with what winged speed they climb the hillLike Falcons on the stretch to seise the prey;Now they dismount, and on their hands and kneesOrecome the deep ascent that guards us from him.Your beauty hath betraid you; for it canNo more be night when bright Apollo shinesIn our Meridian, then that be conceal'd.
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Mat.
It is my curse, not blessing; fatal toMy Country, Father, and my self: why did youForsake the City?
Manf.
'Twas the Dukes command,No time to argue that; we must descend:If undiscover'd your soft feet (unus'dTo such rough travail) can but carry youHalf a league hence, I know a cave which will.Yield us protection.
Mat.
I wish I could lend youPart of my speed; for me, I can outstripDaphne or Atalanta.
Manf.
Some good AngelDefend us, and strike blind our hot pursuers.
Exeunt.
Enter Alonzo and Pisano.
Alon.
She cannot be far off; how gloriouslyShe shew'd to us in the valley!
Pisa.
In my thoughtLike to a blazing Comet:
Alon.
Brighter far:Her beams of beauty made the hill all fire;From whence remov'd, 'tis cover'd with thick clouds.But we lose time; I'll take that way.
Pisa.
I this.
Exeunt.
Enter Galeazo.
'Tis a degree of comfort in my sorrow.I have done one good work in reconcilingMaria, long hid in Ascanio's habit,To griev'd Octavio: what a sympathieI found in their affections! she with tearsMaking a free confession of her weaknessIn yielding up her honor to Alonzo,
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Upon his vows to marry her: OctavioPrepar'd to credit her excuses, nayT'extenuate her guilt; she the Delinquent,And Judge, as 'twere, agreeing. But to meThe most forlorn of men, no beam of comfortDaigns to appear; nor can I in my fancieFashion a means to get it: To my CountryI am lost for ever, and 'twere impudenceTo think of a return; yet this I couldEndure with patience: But to be divorc'dFrom all my joy on earth, the happinessTo look upon the excellence of nature,That is perfection in heself, and needs notAddition or epithite, Rare Matilda,Would make a Saint blaspheme. Here GaleazoIn this obscure abode 'tis fit thou shouldstConsume thy youth, and grow old in lamentingThy star crost fortune, in this shepherds habit;This hook thy best defenc, since thou couldst use(When thou didst fight in such a Princess cause)Thy sword no better.
[Lies down]
Enter Alonzo, Pisano, Matilda.
Mat.
Are you men, or monsters?Whither will you drag me? can the open earOf heaven be deaf, when an unspotted MaidCries out for succor!
Pisa.
'Tis in vain; cast lots who shall enjoy her first.
Alon.
Flames rage within me,And such a spring of Nectar neer to quench 'em!My appetite shall be cloy'd first: here I standThy friend, or enemy; let me have precedence,I write a friends name in my heart; deny it,As an enemy I defie thee.
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Pisa.
Friend or foeIn this alike I value, I disdainTo yield priority; draw thy sword.
Alon.
To sheath it in thy ambitious heart.
Mat.
O curb this fury,And hear a wretched Maid first speak!
Gal.
I am marble:
Mat.
Where shall I seek out words, or how re∣strainMy Enemies rage, or Lovers? oh the latterIs far more odious: did not your lustProvoke you, for that is its proper name,My chastity were safe;And yet I tremble moreTo think what dire effects lust may bring forth,Then what as enemies you can inflict,And less I fear it. Be friends to your selves,And enemies to me: Better I fallA sacrifice to your attonement, thenOr one, or both should perish. I am the causeOf your division; remove it, Lords,And concord will spring up: poison this faceThat hath bewitch'd you; this grove cannot wantAspicks or Toads, creatures though justly call'dFor their deformity the scorn of nature,More happy then my self with this false beauty(The seed and fruit of mischief) you admire so.I thus embrace your knees, and yours a suppliant,If Tigres did not nurse you, or you suckThe milk of a fierce Lioness, shew compassionUnto your selves in being reconcil'd,And pitty to poor me, my honor safe,In taking loath'd life from me.
Pisa.
What shall we do?Or end our difference in killing her,Or fight it out?
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Alon.
To the last gasp. I feelThe moist tears on my cheeks, and blush to findA Virgins plaints can move so.
Pisa.
To preventHer flight while we contend, let's bind her fastTo this Cipress-tree.
Alon.
Agreed.
Mat.
It does presage my funeral rites.
Gal.
I shall turn Atheist,If heaven see and suffer this: why did IAbandon my good sword? with unarm'd handsI cannot rescue her. Some Angel pluck meFrom the apostasie I am falling to,And by a miracle lend me a weaponTo underprop falling honor.
Pisa.
She is fast, resume your arms.
Alon.
Honor, revenge, the Maid tooLie at the stake.
Pisa.
Which thus I draw —
They fight, Pisano fals.
Alon.
All's mine,But bought with some blood of mine own: Pisano,Thou wert a noble Enemy; wear that laurelIn death to comfort thee; for the reward,'Tis mine now without Rival.
Galeazo snatches up Pisano's sword.
Gal.
Thou art deceiv'd;Men will grow up like to the Dragons teethFrom Cadmus helm sown in the field of Mars,To guard pure Chastity from lust and rape.Libidinous monster, Satyre, Fawn, or whatDoes better speak thee slave to appetiteAnd sensual baseness; if thy profane handBut touch this virgin-temple, thou art dead.
Mat.
I see the aid of Heaven, though slow, is sure.
Alon.
A rustick swain dare to retard my plea∣sure?
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Gal.
No swain, Alonzo, but her knight and servantTo whom the world should owe and pay obedience;One that thou hast encountred, and shrunk underHis arm, that spar'd thy life in the late battelAt th'intercession of the Princess page; look on me better.
Mat.
'Tis my vertuous Lover,Under his guard 'twere sin to doubt my safety.
Alon.
I know thee, and with courage will redeemWhat fortune then took from me.
Gal.
Rather keep
[Fight. Alon. fals.]
Thy Compeer company in death — lie by himA prey for Crows and Vulturs; these fair arms
He unbinds Matilda.
Unfit for bonds, should have been chains to makeA Bridegroom happy, though a Prince, and proudOf such captivity: whatsoe'r you are,I glory in the service I have done you;But I intreat you pay your vows and prayersFor preservation of your life and honor,To the most vertuous Princess, chaste Matilda:I am her creature, and what good I doYou truly may call hers; what's ill, mine own.
Mat.
You never did do ill, my vertuous servant,Nor is it in the power of poor MatildaTo cancel such an obligation asWith humble willingness she must subscribe to.
Gal.
The Prencess? ha!
Mat.
Give me a fitter name,Your manumissed Bondwoman, but even nowIn the possession of lust, from whichYour more then brave heroick valor bought me;And can I then for freedom unexpectedBut kneel to you my Patron?
Gal.
Kneel to me!For heav'ns sake rise; I kiss the ground you tread on,
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My eyes fix'd on the earth; for I confessI am a thing not worthy to look on you,Till you have sign'd my pardon.
Mat.
Do you interpretThe much good you have done me, an offence?
Gal.
The not performing your injunctions to me,Is more then capital: Your allowance ofMy love and service to you, with admissionTo each place you made paradise with your presence,Should have inabled me to bring home Conquest.Then, as a sacrifice to offer itAt the altar of your favor, had my loveAnswer'd your bounty or my hopes, an ArmyHad been as dust before me; whereas ILike a coward turn'd my back, and durst not standThe sury of the Enemy.
Mat.
Had you done nothingIn the battel, this last act deserves moreThen I, the Duke my father joining with me,Can ever recompence. But take your pleasure,Suppose you have offended in not graspingYour boundless hopes; I thus seal on your lipsA full remission.
Gal.
Let mine touch your foot, your hand's too high a favour.
Mat.
Will you force me to ravish a kiss from you?
Gal.
I am intranc'd.
Mat.
So much Desert, and Bashfulness, should not marchIn the same file: Take comfort, when you have brought meTo some place of security, you shall findYou have a seat here, a heart that hathAlready studied, and vow'd to be thankful.
Gal.
Heaven make me so! oh I am overwhelm'dWith an excess of joy! Be not too prodigal,
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Divinest Lady, of your grace and bountiesAt once, if you are pleas'd I shall enjoy 'em,Not taste 'em and expire.
Mat.
I'll be more sparing:
Exeunt.
Enter Octavio, Gothrio, and Maria.
Oct.
What noise of clashing swords, like armor fashion'dUpon an anvile, pierc'd mine ears? the ecchoRedoubling the loud sound through all the vallies,This way the wind assures me that it came.
Goth.
Then with your pardon I'll take this.
Oct.
Why sirra?
Goth.
Because, sir, I will trust my heels beforeAll winds that blow in the sky: We are wiser farThen our Grandsires were, and in this I'll prove it;They said, Haste to the beginning of a Feast,(There I am with 'em) but to the end of a Fray,That is apocryphal, 'tis more canonicalNot to come there at all; after a stromThere are still some drops behind.
Asc.
Pure fear hath made the Fool a Philosopher.
Oct.
See Maria, see!I did not erre; here lie two brave men weltringIn their own gore.
Asc.
A pittiful object.
Goth.
I am in a swoun to look on't.
Oct.
They are stiff already.
Goth.
But are you sure they are dead?
Oct.
Too sure, I fear.
Goth
But are they stark dead?
Oct.
Leave prating.
Goth.
Then I am valiant, and dare come nearer to 'em,This fellow without a sword shall be my Patient.
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Oct.
Whate'r they are, humanity commands usTo do our best endeavour: Run MariaTo the neighbour Spring for water; you will find thereA wooden dish, the beggers plate, to bring it.
Exit Maria.
Why dost not, dull drone, bend his body, and feelIf any life remain?
Goth.
By your leave he shall die first, and thenI'll be his Surgeon.
Oct.
Tear ope his doublet,And prove if his wounds be mortal,
Goth.
Fear not me sir;Here's large wound, how it is swoln and impostum'd!
His pocket
This must be cunningly drawn out; should it break,
Puls out his purse.
'Twould strangle him: what a deal of foul matter's here!
His little pocket.
This hath been long a gathering: Here's a gash tooOn the reme of his belly, it may have matter in it.He was a cholerique man sure: what comes from him
Gold
Is yellow as gold: How troubled with the Stone too!
A Diamond-Ring
I'll cut you for this.
Pisa.
Oh, oh!
Starts up and quakes
Goth.
He roars before I touch him.
Pisa.
Robb'd of my life?
Goth.
No sir, nor of your monyNor jewel, I keep 'em for you; if I had beenA perfect Mountebank, he had not liv'dTo call for his fees again.
Oct.
Give me leave, there's hope of his recovery.
Goth.
I had rather bury him quickThen part with my purchase; let his ghost walk, I care not.
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Enter Maria (with a dish of water.)
Oct.
Well done Maria, lend thy helping hand;He hath a deep wound in his head, wash offThe clotted blood: He comes to himself.
Alon.
My lust!The fruit that grows upon the tree of lust!With horror now I taste it.
Oct.
Do you not know him?
Asc.
Too soon, Alonzo! oh me! though disloyal,Still dear to thy Maria.
Goth.
So they know notMy Patient, all's cock-sure: I do not likeThe Romanish restitution.
Oct.
Rise and leave him, applaud heavens justice.
Asc.
'Twill become me betterT'implore its saving mercy.
Oct.
Hast thou no gall? no feeling of thy wrongs?
Asc.
Turtles have none; nor can there be such poison in her breastThat truly loves, and lawfully.
Oct.
True, if that loveBe plac'd on a worthy subject. What he is,In thy disgrace is publish'd; Heaven hath mark'd himFor punishment, and 'twere rebellious madnessIn thee t'attempt to alter it: Revenge,A soveraign balm for injuries, is more properTo thy rob'd honor. Join with me, and thouShalt be thy self the Goddess of revenge,This wretch the vassal of thy wrath: I'll make himWhile yet he lives, partake those torments whichFor perjur'd Lovers are prepar'd in hell,Before his curs'd ghost enter it. This oilExtracted and sublim'd from all the simplesThe earth when swoln with venom e'r brought forth,
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Pour'd in his wounds, shall force such anguish asThe Furies whips but imitate; and whenExtremity of pain shall hasten death,Here is another that shall keep in life,And make him feel a perpetuity of lingring tortures.
Goth.
Knock'em both on the head, I say,And it be but for their skins; they are embroider'd,And will sell well i'th' market:
Asc.
Ill-look'd Devil,Tie up thy bloody tongue. O sir! I was slowIn beating down those propositions whichYou urge for my revenge; my reasons beingSo many, and so forcible, that makeAgainst yours, that until I had collectedMy scatter'd powers, I waver'd in my choiceWhich I should first deliver. Fate hath broughtMy Enemy (I can faintly call him so)Prostrate before my feet: shall I abuseThe bounty of my fate, by trampling on him?He alone ruin'd me, nor can any handBut his rebuild my late demolish'd honor.If you deny me means of reparationTo satisfie your spleen, you are more cruelThen ever yet Alonzo was; you stampThe name of Strumpet on my forehead, whichHeavens mercy would take off; you fan the fireEv'n ready to go out; forgetting that'Tis truly noble, having power to punish,Nay King-like to forbear it. I would purchaseMy husband by such benefits, as should make himConfess himfelf my equal, and disclaim superiority.
Oct.
My blessing on thee!What I urg'd, was a trial; and my grantTo thy desires shall now appear, if artOr long experience can do him service,Nor shall my charity to this be wanting,
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Howe'r unknown: Help me Maria; You sir,Do your best to raise him. — So.
Goth.
He's wondrous heavy;But the Porter's paid, there's the comfort.
Oct.
'Tis but a trance, and 'twill forsake both.
Asc.
If he live, I fear notHe will redeem all, and in thankfulnessConfirm he ows you for a second life,And pays the debt in making me his wife.
Excunt.
Act. 4. Scaen. 1.
Enter Lorenzo, Captains.
Lor.
MAntua is ours; place a strong garrison in itTo keep it so; and as a due rewardTo your brave service, be our Governor in it.
1 Capt:
I humbly thank your Excellence.
Exit.
Lor.
Gonzaga is yet out of our gripe; but his strong FortSt. Leo, which he holds impregnableBy the aids of art, as nature, shall not longRetard our absolute conquest. The escapeOf fair Matilda, my supposed Mistress,(For whole desir'd possession 'twas given outI made this war) I value not; alasCupid's too feeble-ey'd to hit my heart,Or could he see, his arrows are too bluntTo pierce it; his imagin'd torch is quench'dWith a more glorious fire of my ambitionT'enlarge my Empire: soft and silken amours,With Carpet-Courtship, which weak Princes stile
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The happy issue of a flourishing peace,My toughness scorns: Were there an abstract madeOf all the eminent and canoniz'd BeautiesBy truth recorded, or by Poets feign'd,I could unmov'd behold it, as a PictureCommend the workmanship, and think no more on't;I have more noble ends. Have you not heard yetOf Alonzo, or Pisano?
2 Cap
My Lord, of neither.
Lor.
Two turbulent spirits unfit for discipline,Much less command in war; if they were lost,I shall not pine with mourning.
Enter Martino, Matilda, Galeazo, and Guard.
Mart.
Bring 'em forward; This will make my peace, though I had kill'd his father,Besides the reward that follows.
Lor.
Ha! Martino?Where is Farneze's head? dost thou stare? and whereThe soldier that desir'd the torture of him?
Mart:
An't please your Excellence —
Lor.
It doth not please us; are our commands obey'd?
Mart.
Farneze's head, sir, Is a thing not worth your thought, the soldiers less sir:I have brought your Highness such a head, a headSo well set on too, a fine head.
Lor.
Take that
Strikes him
For thy impertinence: what head, ye Rascal?
Mart.
My Lord, if they that bring such presents to youAre thus rewarded, there are few will striveTo be near your Graces pleasures: but I knowYou will repent your choler. Here's the head,And now I draw the curtain, it hath a face too,And such a face.
Lor.
Ha!
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Mart.
View her all o're, my Lord;My company on't, she's sound of wind and limb,And will do her labour tightly, a Bona Roba:And for her face, as I said, there are five hundredCity-dub'd Madams in the Dukedom, that would part withTheir Jointures to have such another: Hold up your head, Maid.
Lor.
Of what age is the day?
Mart.
Sir, since Sun-rising about two hours:
Lor.
Thou lyest: the Sun of BeautyIn modest blushes on her cheeks, but nowAppear'd to me, and in her tears breaks forthAs through a shower in April, every dropAn orient pearl, which as it fals, congeal'd,Were Ear-rings for the Catholick King,Worn on his birth-day.
Mart.
Here's a sudden change.
Lor.
Incensed Cupid, whom even now I scorn'd,Hath took his stand, and by reflexion shines(As if he had two bodies, or indeedA brother-twin, whom sight cannot distinguish)In her fair eyes; see how they head their arrowsWith her bright beams, now frown, as if my heartRebellious to their edicts, were unworthy,Should I rip up my bosom, to receiveA wound from such divine artillery.
Mart.
I am made for ever:
Mat.
We are lost, dear servant.
Gal.
Vertue's but a word; Fortune rules all.
Mat.
We are her Tennis-balls.
Lor.
Allow her fair, her symetrie and featuresSo well proportion'd, as the heavenly objectWith admiration would strike Ovid dumb,Nay force him to forget his facultyIn verse, and celebrate her praise in prose:
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What's this to me? I that have pass'd my youthUnscorch'd with wanton fires, my sole delightIn glittering arms, my conquering sword my mistress;Neighing of barbed horfe, the cries and groansOf vanquish'd foes suing for life, my musick:And shall I in the Autumn of my age,Now when I wear the livery of timeUpon my head and beard, suffer my selfTo be transform'd, and like a puling LoverWith arms thus folded up, eccho Ay me's!And write my self a Bondman to my Vassal?It must not, nay it shall not be: RemoveThe object, and the effect dies. Nearer, Martino:
Mart.
I shall have a Regiment, Colonel Martino,I cannot go less.
Lor.
What thing is this thou hast brought me?
Mart.
What thing? Heaven bless me, are you a Florentine?Nay, the Great Duke of Florentines, and having had herSo long in your power, do you now ask what she is?Take her aside and learn; I have brought you thatI look to be dearly paid for.
Lor.
I am a Soldier; and use of women will, Mar∣tino, robMy nerves of strength.
Mart.
All armor, and no smock?Abominable! A little of the one with the otherIs excellent: I ne'r knew General yet,Nor Prince that did deserve to be a Worthy,But he desir'd to have his sweat wash'd offBy a juicie Bedfellow.
Lor.
But say she be unwilling to do that office?
Mart.
Wrastle with her, I will wagerTen to one on your Graces side.
Lor.
Slave, hast thou brought me
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Temptation in a Beauty not to beWith prayers resisted; and in place of councelTo master my affections, and to guardMy honor now besieg'd by lust, with the armsOf sober temperance, mark me out a wayTo be a ravisher? Would thou hadst shewn meSome monster, though in a more ugly formThen Nile or Africk ever bred. The Basilisk(Whose envious eye yet never brook'd a neighbour)Kills but the body; Her more potent eyeBuries alive mine honor: shall I yield thus?And all brave thoughts of victory and triumphs,The spoils of Nations, the loud applausesOf happy subjects made so by my conquests;And what's the crown of all, a glorious nameInsculp'd on Pyramids to posterity,Be drench'd in Lethe, and no object take meBut a weak Woman, rich in colours only,Too delicate a touch, and some rare featuresWhich age or sudden sickness will take from her,And where's then the reward of all my service?Love-soothing passions, nay idolatryI must pay to her. Hence, and with thee takeThis second, but more dangerous Pandora,Whose fatal box, if open'd, will pour on meAll mischiefs that mankind is subject to.To the desarts with this Circe, this Calipso,This fair Inchantress; let her spels and charmsWork upon beasts and thee, then whom wise natureNe'r made a viler creature.
Mat.
Happy exile!
Gal.
Some spark of hope remains yet.
Mart.
Come, you are mine now;I will remove her where your Highness shall notOr see or hear more of her: what a sumWill she yield for the Turks Serraglio?
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Lor.
Stay, I feelA sudden alteration.
Mart.
Here are fine whimsies.
Lor.
Why should I part with her? can any foul∣nessInhabit such a clean and gorgeous palace?The fish, the fowl, the beasts may safer leaveThe elements they were nourish'd in, and live,Then I endure her absence; yet her presenceIs a torment to me: Why do I call it so?My sire enjoy'd a woman, I had not been else;He was a compleat Prince, and shall I blushTo follow his example? Oh but my choice,Though she gave suffrage to it, is beneath me:But even now in my proud thoughts I scorn'dA Princess, fair Matilda; and is't decreedFor punishment, I straight must dote on oneWhat, or from whence I know not? Grant she beObscure, without a Coat or family,Those I can give; and yet if she were noble,My fondness were more pardonable. Martino,Dost thou know thy prisoner?
Mart.
Do I know my self?I kept that for the Lenvoy; 'tis the daughterOf your enemy, Duke Gonzaga.
Lor.
Fair Matilda! I now call to my memory her picture,And find this is the substance; but her PainterDid her much wrong, I see it:
Mart.
I am sureI tugg'd hard for her, here are wounds can witness,Before I could call her mine.
Lor.
No matter how:Make thine own ransom, I will pay it for her.
Mart.
I knew it would come at last.
Mat.
We are lost again.
Gal.
Variety of afflictions!
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Lor.
That his knee that never yet bow'd to mor∣tality,
Kneels
Kisses the earth, happy to bear your weight,I know begets your wonder. Hear the reason,And cast it off, Your beauty does command it:Till now I never saw you; same hath beenToo sparing in report of your perfections,Which now with admiration I gaze on.Be not afraid, fair Virgin; had you beenImploy'd to mediate your Fathers cause,My drum had been unbrac'd, my trumpet hung up,Nor had the terror of the war ere frightedHis peaceful confines; your demands had beenAs soon as spoke, agreed to. But you'll answer,And may with reason; Words make no satisfactionFor what's in fact committed. Yet take comfort,Something my pious love commands me do,Which may call down your pardon.
Mat.
This expressionOf reverence to your person, better suitsTakes him up, and kneels.With my low fortune. That you daign to love me,My weakness would perswade me to believe(Though conscious of mine own unworthiness)You being as the liberal eye of heavenWhich may shine where it pleases: Let your beamsOf favour warm and comfort me, not consume me;For should your love grow to excess, I dare notDeliver what I fear.
Lor.
Dry your fair eyes;I apprehend your doubts, and could be angryIf humble love could warrant it, you shouldNourish such base thoughts of me: Heaven bear witness,And if I break my vow, dart thunder at me,You are and shall be in my tent as free
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From fear of violence, as a cloyster'd NunKneeling before the Altar. What I purposeIs yet an Embrion; but grown into form,I'll give you power to be the sweet disposerOf blessings unexpected; that your Father,Your Country, people, children yet unborn too,In holy hymns on Festivals shall singThe triumph of your beauty. On your handOnce more I swear it: O imperious Love!Look down, and as I truly do repent,Prosper the good ends of thy Penitent.
Exeunt.
Enter Octavio and Maria.
Oct.
You must not be too sudden, my Maria,In being known: I am in this Friars habitAs yet conceal'd; though his recoveryBe almost certain, I must work him toRepentance by degrees. When I would have youAppear in your true shape of sorrow toMove his compassion, I will stamp thus, thenYou know to act your part.
Asc.
I shall be careful.
Oct.
If I can cure the ulcers of his mind,As I despair not of his bodies wounds,Felicity crowns my labour. Gothrio!
Goth.
Here sir.
[Ent Gothrio]
Oct.
Desire my Patients to leave their chamber,And take fresh air here: how have they slept?
Goth.
Very well sir,I would we were so rid of 'em.
Oct.
Why?
Goth.
I fear one hath the art of memory, and willRemember his gold and jewels: could you not mi∣nisterA potion of forgetfulness? what would Gallants
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That are in debt, give me for such a receiptTo pour in their Creditors drink?
Oct.
You shall restore all,Believ't you shall: will you please to walk?
Goth.
Will you please to put offYour holy habit, and spic'd conscience? OneI think infects the other.
Exit.
Oct.
I have observ'dCompunction in Alonzo: he speaks little,But full of retir'd thoughts: The other isJocund and merry, no doubt, because he hathThe less accompt to make here.
Enter Alonzo:
Alon.
Reverend sir,I come to wait your pleasure; but my friend(Your creature I should say, being so my self)Willing to take farther repose, intreatsYour patience a few minutes.
Oct.
At his pleasure; pray you sit down, you are faint still.
Alon.
Growing to strength,I thank your goodness: but my mind is troubled,Very much troubled, sir; and I desire,Your pious habit giving me assurance (pleaseOf your skill and power that way, that you would)To be my my Minds physitian.
Oct.
Sir, to thatMy order binds me, if you please to unloadThe burthen of your conscience, I will ministerSuch heavenly cordials as I can, and set youIn a path that leads to comfort.
Alon.
I will openMy bosoms secrets to you; that I amA man of blood, being brought up in the wars,
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And cruel executions, my professionAdmits not to be question'd: but in thatBeing a subject, and bound to obeyWhate'r my Prince commanded, I have leftSome shadow of excuse: with other crimesAs pride, lust, gluttony, it must be toldI am besmear'd all over.
Oct.
On repentance mercy will wash it off.
Alon.
O sir, I grantThese sins are deadly ones; yet their frequencieWith wicked men, make them less dreadful to us.But I am conscious of one crime, with whichAll ills I have committed from my youthPut in the scale weigh nothing: such a crime,So odious to heaven and man, and toMy sear'd up conscience so full of horror,As penance cannot expiate.
Oct.
Despair not,'Tis impious in man to prescribe limitsTo the divine compassion; out with it.
Alonz.
Hear then, good man; and when that I have given youThe character of it, and confess'd my selfThe wretch that acted it, you must repentThe charity you have extended towards me.Not long before these wars began, I hadAcquaintance ('tis not fit I stile it Friendship,That being a vertue, and not to be blendedWith vitious breach of faith) with the Lord Octavio,The Minion of his Prince and Court, set offWith all the pomp and circumstance of greatness:To this then happy man I offer'd service,And with infinuation wrought my selfInto his knowledg, grew familiar with him,Ever a welcom guest. This noble GentlemanWas bless'd with one fair daughter, (so he thought
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And boldly might believe so, for she wasIn all things excellent without a Rival)Till I (her Fathers mass of wealth beforeMy greedy eyes, but hoodwink'd to mine honor)With far more subtle arts then perjur'd ParisEre practis'd on poor credulous Oenone,Besieg'd her Virgin-fort, in a word took it,No vows or imprecation forgottenWith speed to marry her.
Oct.
Perhaps she gave you just cause to break those vows.
Alon.
She cause! alasHer innocence knew no guilt, but too much favorTo me unworthy of it: 'twas my baseness,My foul ingratitude, what shall I say more?The good Octavio no sooner fellIn the displeasure of his Prince, his stateConfiscated, and he forc'd to leave the Court,And she expos'd to want; but all my oathsAnd protestation of service to her,Like seeming flames rais'd by inchantment, vanish'd;This, this sits heavy here.
Oct.
He speaks as ifHe were acquainted with my plot: You have reasonTo feel compunction, for 'twas most inhumaneSo to betray a Maid.
Alon.
Most barbarous.
Oct.
But does your sorrow for the fact begetAn aptness in you to make satisfactionFor the wrong you did her?
Alon.
Gracious heaven! an aptness!It is my only study; since I tastedOf your compassion, these eyes ne'r were clos'd,But fearful dreams cut off my little sleep,And being awake in my imagination,Her apparition haunted me.
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Oct.
'Twas meer fancie:
He stamps
Alon.
'Twas more, grave sir, nay 'tis,Now it appears.
[Ent. Maria]
Oct.
Where?
Alon.
Do you not see there the gliding shadowOf a fair Virgin? that is she, and wearsThe very garments that adorn'd her whenShe yielded to my Crocodile tears: A cloudOf fears and diffidence then so chac'd awayHer purer white and red, as it foretoldThat I should be disloyal. Blessed shadow!For 'twere a sin, far, far exceeding allI have committed, to hope only thatThou art a substance: look on my true sorrow,Nay, souls contrition; hear again those vowsMy perjury cancell'd, stamp'd in brass, and neverTo be worn out.
[Ent. Gothrio]
Asc.
I can endure no more;Action, not oaths must make me reparation:I am Maria.
Alon.
Can this be?
Oct.
It is, and I Octavio.
Alon.
Wonder on wonder!How shall I look on you? or with what foreheadDesire your pardon?
Asc.
You truly shall deserve itIn being constant:
Oct.
If you fall not off,But look on her in poverty with those eyesAs when she was my heir in expectationYou thought her beautiful.
Alon.
She's in herself both Indies to me.
Goth.
Stay, she shall not comeA begger to you, my sweet young Mistress! no,She shall not want a dower: here's white and redWill ask a jointure; but how you should make her
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Being a Captain, would beget some doubt,If you should deal with a Lawyer.
Alon.
I have seen this purse:
Goth.
How the worl'ds given, I dare not say to lying,Because you are a Soldier; you may say as wellThis gold is mark'd too: you being to receive it,Should ne'r ask how I got it. I'll run for a PriestTo dispatch the matter; you shall not want a Ring,I have one for the purpose. Now sir, I think I am honest.
Exit.
Alon.
This Ring was Pisano's.
Oct.
I'll dissolve this riddle at better leisure:The wound given to my daughter, which in your honorYou are bound to cure, exacts our present care.
Alon.
I am all yours sir.
Exeunt.
Enter Gonzaga, Uberti, Manfroy.
Gonz.
Thou hast told too much to give assurance thatHer honor was too far engag'd to beBy humane help redeem'd: If thou hadst givenThy sad narration this full period,She's dead; I had been happy.
Uber.
Sir, these tearsDo well become a father; and my eyesWould keep you company as a forlorn Lover,But that the burning fire of my revengeDries up those drops of sorrow. We once more,Our broken forces rallied up, and withFull numbers strengthen'd, stand prepar'd to endureA second trial; nor let it dismay usThat we are once again to affront the furyOf a victorious Army; their abuse
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Of Conquest hath disarm'd themselves, and call'd downThe powers above to aid us. I have readSome piece of story, yet ne'r found but thatThe General that gave way to cruelty,The profanation of things sacred, rapesOf virgins, butchery of infants, andThe massacre in cold blood of reverend age,Against the discipline and law of Arms,Did feel the hand of heaven lie heavy on him,When most secure: We have had a late example,And let us not despair but that in LorenzoIt will be seconded.
Gonz.
You argue well,And 'twere a sin in me to contradict you:Yet we must not neglect the means that's lent usTo be the Ministers of Justice.
Uber.
No, sir: One day given to refresh our wearied TroopsTir'd with a tedious march, we'll be no longerCoop'd up, but charge the Enemy in his trenches,And force him to a battel:
[Shouts within]
Gonz.
Ha! how's this?In such a general time of mourning, shoutsAnd acclamations of joy?Long live the Princess! long live Matilda! Within they cry
Uber.
Matilda! the Princess name,Matilda, oft re-eccho'd.
Enter Farneze.
Gonz.
What speaks thy haste?
Far.
More joy and happinessThen weak words can deliver, or strong faithAlmost give credit to: The Princess lives,I saw her, kist her hand.
Gonz.
By whom deliver'd?
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Far.
That is not to be stall'd by my report,This only must be told: As I rode forthWith some choise troops to make discoveryWhere the Enemy lay, and how intrench'd; a LeaderOf th'adverse party, but unarm'd, and inHis hand an Olive-branch, encounter'd me;He shew'd the great Dukes seal that gave him powerTo parly with me: his desires were, thatAssurance for his safety might be grantedTo his royal Master, who came as a friend(And not as an enemy) to offer to youConditions of peace. I yielded to it.This being return'd, the Dukes Pretorum open'd;When suddenly in a triumphant ChariotDrawn by such soldiers of his own as wereFor insolence after victory condemn'dUnto this slavish office, the fair PrincessAppear'd, a wreath of Laurel on her head,Her robes majestical, their richness farAbove all value, as the present ageContended that a womans pomp should dimThe glittering triumphs of the Roman Caesars.I am cut off; no Canons throat now thunders,Nor Fife nor Drum beat up a charge; choise MusiqueUshers the parent of security, long absent Peace.
Manf.
I know not what to think on't.
Uber.
May it poise the expectation!
Enter Soldiers (unarm'd, with olive-branches) Captains; Lorenzo, Galeazo, Martino, Matilda (a wreath of laurel on her head, in her chariot drawn through them.)
Gonz.
Thus to meet youGreat Duke of Tuscany, throws amazement on me:
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But to behold my daughter, long since mourn'd for,And lost even to my hopes, thus honour'd by you,With an excess of comfort overwhelms me:And yet I cannot truly call my selfHappy in this solemnity, till your HighnessVouchsafe to make me understand the motivesThat in this peaceful way hath brought you to us.
Lor.
I must crave licence first; for know, Gonzaga,I am subject to anothers will, and canNor speak nor do without permission from her:My curled forehead, of late terribleTo those that did acknowledge me their Lord,
While Lor. speaks, Uberti and the rest present themselves to Matilda.
Is now as smooth as rivers when no wind stirs:My frowns or smiles, that kill'd or sav'd, have lostTheir potent awe, and sweetness: I am transform'd(But do not scorn the Metamorphosis)From that fierce thing men held me; I am captiv'd,And by the unresistable force of beautyLed hither as a prisoner. Is't your pleasure thatI shall deliver those injunctions whichYour absolute command impos'd upon me,Or daign your self to speak 'em?
Mat.
Sir, I amYour property, you may use me as you please;But what is in your power and breast to do,No Orator can dilate so well.
Lor.
I obey you. That I came hither as an enemyWith hostile arms, to the utter ruine ofYour Country, what I have done, makes apparent:That fortune seconded my will, the lateDefeature will make good: That I resolv'dTo force the scepter from your hand, and makeYour Dukedom tributary, my surprizalOf Mantua your Metropolis can well witness:
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And that I cannot fear the change of fate,My Army flesh'd in blood, spoil, glory, conquestStand ready to maintain: Yet I must tell youBy whom I am subdu'd, and what's the ransomI am commanded to lay down.
Gonz.
My Lord, you humble your self too much, 'tis fitterYou should propose, and we consent.
Lor.
Forbear,The articles are here subscrib'd and sign'dBy my obedient hand: All prisonersWithout a ransom set at liberty,Mantua to be deliver'd up; the RampiresRuin'd in the assault, to be repair'd;The loss the husbandman receiv'd, his cropBurnt up by wanton licence of the soldierTo be made good; with whatsoever elseYou could impose on me, if you had beenThe Conqueror, I your Captive.
Gonz,
Such a change wants an example: I must owe this favourTo the clemencie of the old Heroique valour,That spar'd when it had power to kill; a vertueBuried long since, but rais'd out of the graveBy you to grace this latter age.
Lor.
Mistake notThe cause that did produce this good effect,If as such you receive it: 'twas her beautyWrought first on my rough nature; but the vertnesOf her fair soul, dilated in her converse,That did confirm it.
Mat.
Mighty sir, no more:You honor her too much, that is not worthyTo be vour servant.
Lor.
I have done, and nowWould gladly understand that you allow ofThe art cles propounded.
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Gonz.
Do not wrongYour benefits with such a doubt; they areSo great and high, and with such reverenceTo be receiv'd, that if I should professI hold my Dukedom from you as your vassal,Or offer'd up my daughter as you pleaseTo be dispos'd of, in the point of honorAnd a becoming gratitude, 'twould not cancelThe bond I stand engag'd for: but acceptOf that which I can pay, my all is yours sir,Nor is there any here (though I must grantSome have deserv'd much from me) for so farI dare presume, but will surrender upTheir interest to that your Highness shallDaign to pretend a title.
Uber.
I subscribe not to this condition
Far.
The servicesThis Prince hath done your Grace in your most danger,Are not to be so slighted.
Gal.
'Tis far from meTo urge my merits, yet I must maintainHowe'r my power is less, my love is more;Nor will the gracious Princess scorn to acknowledgeI have been her humble servant.
Lor.
Smooth your brows,I'll not incroach upon your right, for that wereOnce more to force affection (a crimeWith which should I the second time be tainted,I did deserve no favour) neither will IMake use of what is offer'd by the Duke,Howe'r I thank his goodness: I'll lay byMy power; and though I should not brook a Rival,(What we are, well consider'd) I'll descendTo be a third Competitor; he that canWith love and service best deserve the garland,
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With your consent let him wear it; I despair notThe trial of my fortune.
Gonz.
Bravely offer'd, and like your self, great Prince.
Uber.
I must professI am so taken with it, that I know notWhich way to express my service.
Gal.
Did I not buildUpon the Princess grace, I could sit down,And hold it no dishonor.
Mat.
How I feelMy soul divided! all have deserv'd so well,I know not where to fix my choice.
Gon.
You haveTime to consider: will you please to takePossession of the Fort? then having tastedThe fruits of peace, you may at leisure proveWhose plea will ptosper in the Court of Love.
Exeunt.
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Act. 5. Scaen. 1.
Enter Alonzo, Octavio, Pisano, Maria (with a purse) Gothrio.
Alon.
YOu need not doubt sir, were not peace pro∣claim'dAnd celebrated with a general joy,The high displeasure of the Mantuan Duke,Rais'd on just grounds, not jealous suppositions.The saving of our lives (which next to heavenTo you alone is proper) would force mercyFor an offence though capital.
Pisa.
When the ConquerorUses Intreaties, they are arm'd CommandsThe vanquish'd must not check at.
Asc.
My piety pay the forfeit,If danger come but near you. I have heardMy gracious Mistress often mention you,(When I serv'd her as a Page) and feelinglyRelate how much the Duke her sire repentedHis hasty doom of banishment, in his ragePronounc'd against you.
Oct.
In a private difference,I grant that Innocence is a wall of brass,And scorns the hottest battery: but whenThe cause depends between the Prince and Subject,'Tis an unequal competition; JusticeMust lay her ballance by, and use her swordFor his ends that protects it. I was banish'd,And till revoked from exile, to tread onMy Soveraigns territories with forbidden feet,
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The severe letter of the Law calls death,Which I am subject to in coming so neerHis Court and person. But my onely ChildBeing provided for, her honor salv'd too,I thank your noble change, I shall endureWhate'r can fall with patience.
Alonz.
You have us'd that medicine too long; prepare your selfFor honor in your age, and rest secure of't.
Asc.
Of what is your wisdom musing?
Goth.
I am gazing onThis gorgeous House, our Cote's a dishclout to it;It has no sign, what do you call't?
Asc.
The Court; I have liv'd in't a Page.
Goth.
Page! very pretty:May I not be a Page? I am old enough,Well timber'd too, and I have a beard to carry it:Pray you let me be your Page, I can swear alreadyUpon your pantable.
Asc.
What?
Goth.
That I'll be true unto your smock.
Asc.
How, Rascal?
Oct.
Hence, and pimpTo your Rams and Ews; such foul pollution isTo be whipt from Court: I have now no more use of you,Return to your trough.
Goth.
Must I feed on husks, before I have plaid the prodigal?
Oct.
No, I'll rewardYour service; live in your own elementLike an honest man; all that is mine in the cottageI freely give you.
Goth.
Your Bottles too, that I carry for your own tooth?
Oct.
Full as they are.
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Asc.
And gold, that will replenish 'em.
Goth.
I am made for ever, this was done in the nick.
Oct.
Why in the nick?
Goth.
O sir, 'twas well for me that you did reward my serviceBefore you enter'd the Court; for 'tis reportedThere is a drink of Forgetfulness, which once tasted,Few masters think of their servants, who grown old,Are turn'd off like lame hounds and hunting-horses,To starve on the Commons.
I am glad to kiss Your valiant hand, and yours: but pray you take noticeMy title's chang'd, I am a Colonel.
Pisa.
A Colonel! where's your Regiment?
Mart.
Not rais'd yet;All the old ones are cashier'd, and we are nowTo have a new Militia. All is peace here,Yet I hold my title still, as many doThat never saw an Enemy.
Alonz.
You are pleasant,And it becomes you. Is the Duke stirring?
Mar.
Long since,Four hours at least, but yet not ready.
Pisa.
How?
Mart.
Even so; you make a wonder of't, but leave it:Alas, he is not now (sir) in the Camp,To be up and arm'd upon the least alarum;There's something else to be thought on.Here he comes, with his Officers, new rigg'd.
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Enter Lorenzo, Doctor, Gent. Page (imployed about him as from his chamber.)
Alon.
A looking-glass!Upon my head he saw not his own faceThese seven years past, but by reflexionFrom a bright armor.
Mart.
Be silent, and observe.
Lor.
So, have you done yet?Is your building perfect?
Doct.
If your Highness please, here is a water.
Lor.
To what use? my BarberHath wash'd my face already.
Doct.
But this waterHath a strange vertue in't, beyond his art;It is a sacred Relique, part of thatMost powerful Juice, which with Medea madeOld AEson young.
Lor.
A fable; but supposeI should give credit to it, will it workThe same effect on me?
Doct.
I'll undertakeThis will restore the honour'd hair that growsUpon your Highness head and chin, a littleInclining unto gray.
Lor.
Inclining! Doctor:
Doct.
Pardon me, mighty sir, I went too far,Not gray at all; I dare not flatter you,'Tis something chang'd, but this apply'd will help itTo the first amber-colour, every hairAs fresh as when, your manhood in the prime,Your Grace arriv'd at thirty.
Lor.
Very well.
Doct.
Then here's a pretious oil (to which the maker
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Hath not yet given a name) will soon fill upThese dimples in your face and front. I grantThey are terrible to your enemies, and set offYour frowns with majesty: but you may pleaseTo know (as sure you do) a smooth aspect,Softness and sweetness, in the Court of Love,Though dumb, are the prevailing Orators.
Lor.
Will he new create me?
Doct:
If you daign to taste tooOf this Confection.
Lor.
I am in health, and need no physick.
Doct.
Physick sir! an Empress(If that an Empress lungs, sir, may be taintedWith putrifaction) would taste of itThat night on which she were to print a kissUpon the lips of her long absent Lord,Returning home with conquest.
Lor.
It is predominantOver a stinking breath, is it not Doctor?
Doct.
Clothe the infirmity with sweeter language,'Tis a preservative that way.
Lor.
You are then admitted to the Cabinets of great Ladies,And have the government of the borrowed beauties,Of such as write neer forty?
Doct.
True, my good Lord, and my attempts have prosper'd.
Lor.
Did you never minister to the Princess?
Doct.
Sir, not yet;She's in the April of her youth, and needs notThe aids of art, my gracious Lord: but inThe Autumn of her age I may be useful,And sworn her Highness Doctor, and your Grace partakeOf the delight.
Lor.
Slave! Witch! Impostor!
[Kicks him]
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Mountebank! Cheater! Traitor to great Nature,In thy presumption to repair what sheIn her immutable decrees design'dFor some few years to grow up, and then witherOr is't not crime enough thus to betrayThe secrets of the weaker sex, thy patients,But thou must make the honor of this ageAnd envy of the time to come, Matilda,(Whose sacred name I bow to) guilty ofA future sin in thy ill-boding thoughts,Which for a perpetuity of youthAnd pleasure she disdains to act, such isHer purity and innocencce?His foot on the Doctors breast.
Alonz.
Long since I look'd for this Lenvoy.
Mart.
Would I were well off!He's dangerous in these humours.
Oct.
Stand conceal'd.
Doct.
O sir, have mercy! in my thought I neverOffended you.
Lor.
Me? most of all, thou monster:What a Mock-man property in thy intentWouldst thou have made me? a meer Pathick toThy devilish art, had I given suffrage to it.Are my gray hairs, the ornament of age,And held a blessing by the wiseft men,And for such warranted by holy Writ,To be conceal'd, as if they were my shame?Or plaister up these furrows in my face,As if I were a painted Bawd or Whore?By such base means if that I could ascendTo the height of all my hopes, their full fruitionWould not wipe off the scandal. No, thou wretch,Thy cozening Water and adulterate OilI thus pour in thine eyes, and tread to dustThy loth'd Confection, with thy trumperies:Vanish for ever.
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Mart.
You have your fee, as I take it,Dear Domine Doctor! I'll be no sharer with you.
Exit Doctor.
Lor.
I'll court her like my self; these rich adorn∣mentsAnd Jewels, worn by me an absolute Prince,My Order too, of which I am the Soveraign,Can meet no ill construction: yet 'tis farFrom my imagination to believeShe can be taken with sublimed clay,The Silk-worms spoils, or rich Embroderies;Nor must I borrow helps from power or greatness,But as a loyal Lover plead my cause,If I can feelingly express my ardor,And make her sensible of the much I sufferIn hopes and fears, and she vouchsafe to takeCompassion on me, — Ha! compassion? The word sticks in my throat: what's here that tels meI do descend too low? rebellious spirit,I conjure thee to leave me: there is nowNo contradiction or declining left,I must and will go on.
Mart.
The tempest's laid; you may present your selves:
Alon.
My gracious Lord!
Pisa.
Your humble Vassal.
Lor.
Ha! both living?
Alon.
Sir, we owe our lives to this good Lord, and make itOur humble suit—
Lor.
Plead for your selves: we standYet unresolv'd whether your knees or prayersCan save the forfeiture of your own heads:Though we have put our armor off, your pardonFor leaving the Camp without our licenceIs not yet sign'd. At some more fit time wait us.
Ex. Lor. and Attendants.
Alon.
How's this?
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Mart.
'Tis well it is no worse; I met withA rougher entertainment, yet I had Good cards to shew: He's parcel mad, you'll find himEvery hour in a several mood, this foolish LoveIs such a shuttlecock; but all will be wellWhen a better fit comes on him, never doubt it:
Exeunt.
Enter Gonzaga, Uberti, Farneze, Manfroy.
Gonz.
How do you find her?
Uber.
Thankful for my service,And yet she gives me little hope; my RivalIs too great for me.
Gonz.
The great Duke you mean.
Uber.
Who else? the Millanois (although he beA compleat Gentleman) I am sure despairs more then my self.
Far.
A high estate, with women,Takes place of all desert.
Uber.
I must stand my fortune.
Enter Lorenzo and Attendants.
Manf.
The Duke of Florence! sir.
Gonz.
Your Highness presenceAnswers my wish. Your private ear: — I have us'dMy best perswasion with a Fathers powerTo work my daughter to your ends; yet sheLike a small Bark on a tempestuous seaToss'd here and there by opposite winds, resolves notAt which port to put in, this Prince's merits,Your grace and favor; nor is she unmindfulOf the brave acts (under your pardon sirI needs must call them so) HortensioHath done to gain her good opinion of him:All these together tumbling in her fancie,
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Do much distract her; I have spies upon her,And am assur'd this instant hour she givesHortensio private audience; I will bring youWhere we will see and hear all.
Lor.
You oblige me.
Uber.
I do not like this whispering.
Gonz.
Fear no foul play.
Exeunt.
Enter Galeazo, and two Waiting-women.
1 Wo.
The Princess, sir, long since expected you;And would I beg a thanks, I could tell you thatI have often mov'd her for you.
Gal.
I am your servant.
Enter Matilda.
Beat.
She's come; there are others I must place to hearThe conference.
Exit.
1 Wo.
Is't your Excellencies pleasure that we at∣tend you?
Mat.
No, wait me in the gallery.
1 Wo.
Would each of us, Wench, had a Sweet∣heart too!To pass away the time:
2 Wo.
There I join with you.
Ex. Waiting-women.
Mat.
I fear this is the last time we shall meet.
Gal.
Heaven forbid!
Enter (above) Beatrix, Lorenzo, Gonzaga, Uberti, Farneze.
Mat.
O my Hortensio!In me behold the misery of Greatness,
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And that which you call Beauty: had I beenOf a more low condition, I mightHave call'd my will and faculties mine own,Not seeing that which was to be belov'dWith others eyes: But now, ay me, most wretchedAnd miserable Princess! in my fortuneTo be too much engag'd for service done me,It being impossible to make satisfactionTo my so many Creditors, (all deserving)I can keep touch with none.
Lor.
A sad Exordiam.
Mat.
You lov'd me long, and without hope, (alas,I die to think on't!) Parma's Prince invitedWith a too partial report of whatI was, and might be to him, left his CountryTo fight in my defence. Your brave atchievementsI'the war, and what you did for me, unspoken,(Because I would not force the sweetness ofYour modesty to a blush) are written here.And that there might be nothing wanting toSum up my numerous engagements (neverIn my hopes to be cancell'd) the great DukeOur mortal enemy, when my Fathers CountryLay open to his fury, and the spoilOf the victorious Army, and I broughtInto his power, hath shewn himself soNoble, so full of honor, temperance,And all vertues that can set off a Prince,That though I cannot render him that respectI would, I am bound in thankfulness to admire him.
Gal.
'Tis acknowledg'd, and on your part to be return'd.
Mat.
How can I,Without the brand of foul ingratitudeTo you, and Prince Uberti?
Gal.
Hear me, Madam,
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And what your servant shall with zeal deliver,As a Dedalean clew may guide you out ofThis labyrinth of distraction. He that lovesHis Mistress truly, should prefer her honorAnd peace of mind, above the glutting ofHis ravenous appetite: He should affect from her,But with a fit restraint, and not take herTo give himself: He should make it the heigthOf his ambition, if it lie inHis stretch'd out nerves to effect it, though she flie inAn eminent place, to add strength to her wings,And mount her higher, though he fall himselfInto the bottomless Abyss; or elseThe services he offers are not real,But counterfeit.
Mat.
What can Hortensio infer from this?
Gal.
That I stand bound in duty(Though in the act I take my last farewellOf comfort in this life) to sit down willingly,And move my suit no further. I confess,While you were in danger, and Heavens mercy made meIts instrument to preserve you, (which your goodnessPriz'd far above the merit) I was boldTo feed my starv'd affection with false hopesI might be worthy of you: For know, Madam,How mean soever I appear'd in Mantua,I had in expectation a fortune,Though not possess'd of't, that encourag'd meWith confidence to prefer my suit, and notTo fear the Prince Uberti as my Rival.
Gonz:
I ever thought him more then what he seem'd.
Lor.
Pray you forbear.
Gal.
But when the Duke of FlorencePut in his plea, in my considerationWeighing well what he is, as you must grant him,
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A Mars of men in Arms; and those put off,The great example for a Kingly CourtierTo imitate: Annex to these his wealth,Of such a large extent, as other MonarchsCall him the King of Coin; and what's above all.His lawful love, with all the happinessThis life can fancie, from him flowing to you;The true affection which I have ever borne you,Does not alone command me to desist,But as a faithful Councellor to advise youTo meet and welcom that felicityWhich hastes to crown your vertues.
Mat.
We must break off this parley.Something I have to say.
[Exe: above]
Mat.
In tears I thankYour care of my advancement; but I dare notFollow your councel: Shall such pietyPass unrewarded? such a pure affection,For any ends of mine, be undervalu'd?Avert it Heaven! I will be thy Matilda,Or cease to be; No other heat but whatGlows from thy purest flames, shal warm this bosom;Nor Florence, nor all Monarchs of the earthShall keep thee from me.
Enter Lorenzo, Gonzaga, Uberti, Farneze, Manfroy, two Waiting-women.
Gal.
I fear, gracious Lady,Our conference hath been oreheard.
Mat.
The better:Your part is acted; give me leave at distanceTo zanie it, sir, on my knees thus prostrateBefore your feet.
Lor.
This must not be, I shallBoth wrong my self and you in suffering it.
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Mat.
I will grow here, and weeping thus turn marble,Unless you hear and grant the first petitionA virgin, and a Princess ever tendred:Nor doth the suit concern poor me alone,It hath a strong reference to youAnd to your honor; and if you deny it,Both ways you suffer. Remember, sir, you were notBorn only for your self; Heavens liberal handDesign'd you to command a potent Nation,Gave you heroick valour, which you haveAbus'd in making unjust war uponA neighbour Prince, a Christian; while the Turk,Whose scourge and terror you should be, securelyWastes the Italian Confines: 'tis in youTo force him to pull in his horned Crescents,And 'tis expected from you.
Lor.
I have been in a dream, and now begin to wake.
Mat.
And will you forbear to reap the harvest of such glories,Now ripe and at full growth, for the embracesOf a flight woman? or exchange your triumphsFor chamber-pleasures? melt your able nerves(That should with your victorious sword make wayThrough the Armies of your Enemies) in looseAnd wanton dalliance? Be your self, great sir,The thunderbolt of war, and scorn to severTwo hearts long since united: your exampleMay teach the Prince Uberti to subscribeTo that which you allow of.
Lor.
The same tongueThat charm'd my sword out of my hand, and threwA frozen numness on my active spirit,Hath dis-enchanted me. Rise, fairest Princess!And that it may appear I do receive
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Your councel as inspir'd from heaven, I willObey and follow it: I am your debtor,And must confess you have lent my weakned reasonNew strengths once more to hold a full commandOver my passions. Here to the worldI freely do profess that I disclaimAll interest in you, and give up my titleSuch as it is, to you sir: and as farAs I have power, thus join your hands.
Gonz.
To yours I add my full consent.
Uber.
I am lost, Farneze.
Far:
Neerer to the port then you suppose:In me our laws speak, and forbid this contract.
Mat.
Ay me! new stops!
Gat.
Shall we be ever cross'd thus?
Far.
There is an Act upon record, confirm'dBy your wise predecessors, that no HeirOf Mantua (as questionless the PrincessIs the undoubted one) must be join'd in marriage,But where the match may strengthen the estateAnd safety of the Dukedom. Now this Gentleman,However I must stile him honorable,And of a high desert, having no powerTo make this good in his alliance, standsExcluded by our laws: whereas this PrinceOf equal merit, brings to MantuaThe power and Principality of Parma:And therefore since the great Duke hath let fallHis plea, there lives no Prince that justlier canChallenge the Princess favor.
Lor.
Is this true, sir?
Gonz.
I cannot contradict it.
Enter Manfroy.
Manf.
There's an Ambassador
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From Milain, that desires a present audience;His business is of highest consequence,As he affirms: I know him for a manOf the best rank and quality.
Gal.
From Milain?
Gonz.
Admit him. — How? so low!
Enter Ambassador, and Julio with a Letter, which he presents on his knee to Galeazo.
Amb.
I am sorry, sir, to be the bringer of this heavy news:But since it must be known —
Gal.
Peace rest with him,I shall find fitter time to mourn his loss.My faithful servant too, Julio!
Jul.
I am orejoy'd to see your Highness safe.
Gal.
Pray you peruse this,And there you'll find that the objectionThe Lord Farneze made, is fully answer'd.
Gonz.
The great John Galeas dead?
Lor.
And this his brother, the absolute Lord of Milain.
Mat.
I am reviv'd.
Uber.
There's no contending against destiny,I wish both happiness.
Enter Alonzo, Maria, Octavio, Pisano, Martino.
Lor:
Married, Alonzo? I will salute your Lady, she's a fair one,And seal your pardon on her lips.
Gonz.
Octavio, welcom even to my heart! Rise, I should kneelTo thee for mercy.
Oct:
The poor remainder ofMy age shall truly serve you.
Mat.
You resemble a Page I had, Ascanio.
Asc.
I am your Highness servant still.
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Lor.
All stand amaz'dAt this unlook'd for meeting: But deferYour several stories. Fortune here hath shewnHer various power; but Vertue in the endIs crown'd with laurel: Love hath done his parts too;And mutual friendship after bloody jars,Will cure the wounds received in our wars.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.
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