The Maid's Revenge Shirley, James This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A12145 of text S117245 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 22450). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. Martin Mueller Incompletely or incorrectly transcribed words were reviewed and in many cases fixed by Nayoon Ahn Hannah Bredar This text has not been fully proofread EarlyPrint Project Evanston IL, Notre Dame IN, St.Louis, Washington MO 2017 Distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License A12145.xml The maides revenge. A tragedy. As it hath beene acted with good applause at the private house in Drury Lane, by her Majesties Servants¨ VVritten by Iames Shirley Gent. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. 35 600dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Michigan, Digital Library Production Service Ann Arbor, Michigan 2005 October (TCP phase 1) 99852460 STC (2nd ed.) 22450. Greg, II, 562(). 17784 A12145

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 The maides revenge. A tragedy. As it hath beene acted with good applause at the private house in Drury Lane, by her Majesties Servants¨ VVritten by Iames Shirley Gent. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. [68] p. Printed by T[homas] C[otes] for William Cooke, and are to be sold at his shop in Furnivalls Inne Gate in Holbourne, London : 1639 [i.e. 1640] 1626

In verse.

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Probably printed in early 1640; see "Studies in Bibliography" 1 (1948-9, p. 151-82).

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THE MAIDES REVENGE .

A TRAGEDY .

As it hath beene Acted with good Applause at the private house in Drury Lane , her Majesties Servants .

Written by IAMES SHIRLEY Gent.

LONDON . Printed by T. C. for William Cooke , and are to be sold at his shop at Furnivalls Jnne Gate in Holbourne . 1639 .

The Actors names . GAsper De Vilarezo , an old Count , Father to Sebastiano , Catalina and Berinthia Sebastiano , sonne to Vilarezo . Antonio a lover of Berinthia , and friend to Sebastiano . Valindras a kinsman Antonio . Sforza , a blunt Souldier . Valasco , a lover of Berinthia . Count de monte nigro , a braggard . Diego , Servant to Antonio . Signior Sharkino , a shirking Doctor . Scarabeo , a Servant to Sharkino . Daughters to Vilarezo . Catalina Berinthia Castabella , Sister to Antonio . Ansilva , a waiting gentle woman to the two Sister . Nurse . Servants .
TO THE WORTHILY Honoured , Henry Osborne Esquire . SIR ,

Till J be able to give you a better proofe of my service , let not this oblation be despised . It is a Tragedy which received encouragement and grace on the English Stage ; and though it come late to the Impression , it was the second birth in this kinde , which I dedicated to the Scene , as you have Art to distinguish ; you have mercy and a smile , if you finde a Poem infirme through want of age , and experience the mother of strength . It is many yeares since I see these papers , which make haste to kisse your hand ; if you doe not accuse the boldnesse and pride of them ; I will owne the child , and beleeve Tradition so farre , that you will receive no dishonour by the acceptance ; I never affected the wayes of flattery : some say I have lost my preferment , by not practising that Court sinne ; but if you dare beleeve , I much honour you , nor is it upon guesse , but the taste and knowledge of your abilitie and merit ; and while the Court wherein you live , is fruitfull with Testimonies of your mind , my Character is seal'd up , when I have said that your vertue hath taken up a faire lodging . Read when you have leasure , and let the Author be fortunate to be knowne

Your Servant , IAMES SHIRLEY .
A Catalogue of such things as hath beene Published by James Shirley Gent. TRaytor . Witty Faire one . Bird in a Cage . Changes , or Love in a Maze . Gratefull Servant , Wedding . Hide Parke . Young Admirall . Lady of Pleasure . Gamster . Example . Dukes Mistresse . Ball . Chabot Admirall of France . Royall Master . Schoole of Complements . Contention for Honour and Riches . Triumph of peace , a Masque . Maides Revenge ,
THE MAIDES REVENG .
Actus . 1. Scaena 1. Enter Sebestiano and Antonio . Seb. THe noble curtesies I have received At Lisbone worthy friend , so much engage me That I must dye endebted to your worth , Vnlesse you mean to accept what I 've studied . Although but partly to discharge the summe . Due to your honour'd love . Ant. How now Sebastiano will you forfeit The name of friend then I did hope our love Had outgrowne complement . Seb. I speake my thoughts , My tongue and heart are relatives , I thinke I have deserved no base opinion from you ; I wish not onely to perpetuate Our friendship , but to exchange that common name Of friend , for Ant. What ? take heede , do not prophane ; Wouldst thou be more then friend ? It is a name , Vertue can onely answer to , couldst thou Vnite into one , all goodnesse whatsoe're Mortality can boast of , thou shalt finde , . The circle narrow bounded to containe This swelling treasure ; every good admits Degrees , but this being so good it cannot : For he 's no friend is not superlative , Indulgent parents , brethren , kindred , tied By the naturall flow of blood ; alliances , And what you can imagine , is to light , To weigh with name of friend : they execute At best , but what a nature prompts e'm to , Are often lesse then friends , when they remaine our kinsmen still , but friend is never lost . Seb. Nay then Antonio you mistake , I meane not To leave of friend , which with another title Would not be lost , come them I le tell you Sir , I would be friend and brother , thus our friendship Shall like a diamond set in gold not loose His sparkling , but shew fairer ; I have a paire Of sisters , which I would commend , but that I might seeme partiall their birth and fortunes Deserving noble love ; if thou beest free From other faire ingagement , I would be proud To speake them worthy , come shalt go and see them : I would not beg them sutors , fame hath spred Through Portugall their persons , and drawne to Avero . Many affectionate gallants . Ant. Catalina and Berinthia Seb. The same . Ant. Report speakes loud their beauties , and no less Vertue in either well , I see you strive To leave no merrit where you meane to honour , I cannot otherwise escape the censure Of one ingratefull , but by waiting on you Home to Avero Seb. You shall honour me , And glad my noble Father , to whom you are No stranger , your owne worth before , hath beene Sufficient preparation . Ant. Ha ? I have not so much choise Sebastiane , But if one Sister of Antonios , May have a commendation to your thoughts , I will not spend much Art in praysing her , Her vertue speake it selfe , I shall be happy , And be confirmd you brother , though I misse Acceptance at Avero . Seb. Still you out doe me , I could never wish My service better plac'd , at opertunity I le visit you at Eluas , i' th meane time Le ts hast to Avero , where with you I le bring My double welcome , and not faile to second Any designe . Ant. You shall teach me a lesson Against we meete at Eluas Castle sit . Exeunt . Enter Gaspar de Vilarezo , and a Servant . Vil. What gallants sirra are they newly entred ? Ser. Count de Monte Nigro my Lord , and Don Valasco , Vil. Give your observance then , I know their businesse ; Catalina and Berinthia are the starrs Direct them hither , Gaspars house shall give Respect to all , but they are two such Iewels , I must dispose maturely , I should else Returne ingratitude upon the heavens For leaving me such pledges , not am I , Like other fathers carried with the streame Of love toth youngest , as they were in birth They had my tendernesse , Catalina then Is eldest in my care , Berinthia Her childs part too , both faire and vertuous ; But daughters are held losses to a family , Sonnes onely to maintaine honour and stemme Alive in their posterity , and I now thinke on 't , My sonne Sebastiano hath beene slow In his returne from Lisbone , oh that boy Renewes my age with hope , and hath returnd My care in education , weight for weight With noble quality , will belov'd by th best O th Dons in Spaine and Portugall , whose loves Do often threten his absence to such length As this hath beene . Enter Count de monte Nigro , and Catalina . But Here 's my eldest daughter With her amorous Count , I le not be seene , Exit . Cata. You have beene absent long my noble Count , beshrew me but I dreamt on you last night . Count . Ha ha , did you so , I tickle her in her sleep I perceive ; Sweete Lady I did but like the valiant beast , Give a little ground , to returne with a greater Force of love , now by my fathers sword And gauntlet th art a pretious peece of vertue , But prethee what didst dreame of me last night ? Cata. Nay t was an idle dreame , not worth the repitition , Count . Thou dreamst I warrant thee , that I was fighting For thee up to the knees in blood , why I dare doo 't , Such dreames are common with Count de monte Nigro , my sleepes are nothing else but rehearsals of Battels and wounds and ambuscadoes , Donzell Delphebo Was a Mountebank of vallour , Rosicbeere a puffe ; My dreames deserve to be i th Chronicles , Cata. Why , now my dreame is out , Count . What ? Cata. I dreamt that you were fighting . Count . So . Cata. And that in single combate , for my sake You slew a giant , and you no sooner had Rescued my honour , but there crept a pigmee Out of the earth , and kild you . Count . Very likely , the valliantst man must dye , Cata , What by a pigmee ? Count . I , that 's another giant , I remember Hercules Had a conflict with 'em , oh my Dona Catalina I well would I were so happy once to Maintaine some honourable duell for thy sake , I shall Nere be well , till I have kild some body ; fight , t is true I have never yet flesht my selfe in blood , no body Would quarell with me , but I finde my spirit prompt If occasion would but winke at me , why not ? wherefore has Nature given me these brawny armes , this manly bulke , And these Collossian supporters nothing but to sling The sledge , or pitch the bare , and play with Axletrees ; if thou lovest me , do but command me Some worthy service ; pox a dangers I weigh 'em no More than fleabitings , would some body did hate that Face , now I wish it with all my heart . Cata. Would you have any body hate me ? Count . Yes , I de hate 'em , I de but thrust my hand into their Mouth downe to the bottome of their bellies , plucke Out their lungs and shake their insides outward . Enter Berinthia and Valasco , Ber. Noble Sir , you neede not heape more protestations , I do beleeve you love me , Val. Doe you beleeve I love , and not accept it ? Ber. Yes I accept it too , but apprehend me As men doe guifts , whose acceptation does not Binde to performe what every giver craves ; Without a staine to virgin modesty I can accept your love , but pardon me , It is beyond my power to grant your suite . Val. Oh you too much subject a naturall guift , And make your selfe beholding for your owne : The Sunne hath not more right to his owne beames , With which he gildes the day , nor the Sea lord Of his owne waues . Ber. Alasse , what i st to owne a passion Without power to direct it , for I move , Not by a motion I can call my owne , But by a higher rapture , in obedience To a father , and I have yet no freedome To place affection , so you but endeere me Without a merit . Cata. Here my sister . Cou. And Don Valasco , how now , are thy arrowes feathred ? Val. Well enough for roving . Count. Roving I thought to . Val. But I hope faire . Count. Shoote home then ; Valasco I have Presented my miseris with a paper of verses , see she Is reading of 'em . Val. Didst make em thy selfe Cou. My money did , what an idle question is that ? as tho we That are great men , are not furnished with stipendary Muses , am sure for my owne part I can buy 'em Cheaper than I can make 'em a great deale , would You have learning have no reward , she laughs At 'em , I am glad of that . Ber. They savour of a true Poeticke fury . Count Do you smell nothing , something hath some savour . Cata. But this line my thinks hath more more feete than the rest . Cou. It sho'd run the better for that Lady , I did it a purpose . Cata. But here 's another lame . Count . That was my conceit , my owne invention , lame Halting verses , there 's the greatest Art , besides I Thereby give you to understand , that I am valiant , Dare cut of legs and armes at all times and make 'em Goe halting home that are my enemies , I am An ●ambographier now it is out . Cata. For honours sake what 's that ? Count . One of the sourest versifiers that ever crept out of Pernassus when I set on 't . I can make any body hang himselfe With pure Iambicks , I can fetch blood with Asclepiads Sting , with Phalenciums whip , with Saphicks Bastinado , with hexameter and pentameter , and Yet I have a trimeter left for thee my Dona Catalina Ber. Conclude a peace sir with your passion . I am sory love hath beene unkind to you . To point at me , who , till the first have knit The sacred knot of marriage am forbid To thinke of love . Val. But I cannot desist , I am in love with every thing you say , This your deniall as it comes from you Bids me still love you , pardon faire Berinthia , Valasco hath not power to rule himselfe ; Be you lesse faire , or vertuous , perhaps I may abate my service . Enter Vilarezo , Sebestiano , and Antonio , Vila. Old Gaspars house is honourd by such guests , Now by the tombe of my progenitors , I envied , that your fame should visit me So oft without your person , Sebestiano Hath beene long happy in your noble friendship , And cannot but improve himselfe in vertues , That lives so neere your love . Cata. Don Antonio de Riviero . Seb. The same . Cata. With whose noble worth You oft have fill'd discourse , thought your selfe happy In his choyce friendship ; if his body cary So many graces , it is heaven within , Where his soule is . Vila, Sebastiano , thou hast largely recompene'd Thy tedious absence , you shall dishonour me , Vnlesse you thinke your selfe as welcome here , As at your Eluas Castle , Vilarezo Was once as you are sprightly , and though I say it Maintained my fathers reputation , And honour of our house with actions Worthy our name and family , but now , Time hath let fall cold snow upon my haires , Ploughed on my browes the furrowes of his anger Disfurnishd me of active blood , and wrapt me Halfe in my seare cloth , yet I have minde That bids me honour vertue , where I see it Bud forth and spring so hopefully , Anto, You speake all noblenesse , and encourage me To spend the greenenesse of my rising yeares So to th advantage , that at last I may Be old like you . Vila. Daughters speake his welcome , Catalina . Cata Sir , you are most welcome . Count. Howe 's that ? she sayes he is most welcome , he were Not best love her , she never made me such a reverence For all the kisses I have bestowed upon her since I first opened my affection , I do not like this Follow , I mus be faire to use doctor Sharkins cunning , Val. It were not truely noble to affront him ; My blood boyles in me , it shall I coole againe , The place is venerable by her presence , And I may be deceiv'd , Valasco then Keepe distance with thy feares . Anto. How now Antonio , where hast thou lost thy selfe ? Strucke dead with Ladies eyes ? I could star-gaze For ever thus , oh pardon love , gainst whom I often have prophan'd , and mockd thy fires , Thy flames now punish me , let me collect : They are both excellent creatures , there is A Majestie in Catalinas eye , and every part carries ambition Or Queene upon it , yet Berinthia Hath something more than all this praise , though she Command the world , this hath more power ore me ; Here I have lost my freedome , not the Queene Of love could thus have wounded poore Antonio : I le speake to her ; Lady I 'm an Novice , yet in love . Ber. It may be so . Anto. She jests at me , yet I should be proud to be Your servant . Ber. I entertaine no servants that are proud . Val. Divine Berinthia ! Anto. She checks my rudenesse that so openly I seeme to court her , and in presence too Of some that have engaged themselves perhaps To her already . Vila. Come let us in , my house spreads to receive you , Which you may call your owne , I le leade the way . Cata. Please you walke Sir . Ant. It will become me thus to waite on you . Exeunt manet Count , and Valasco . Count . Does not the foole ride us both ? Val. What foole ? both , whom ? Count . That foole , both us , we are but horses and may Walke one another for ought I see before the doore , when he Is alight and entred , I do not relish that same Novice , he were not best gull me ; harke you Don Valasco , what shal s doe ? Val. Doe , why ? Count . This Antonio is a sutor to one of 'em . Val. I feare him not . Coun. I do not feare him neither , I dare fight with him , and He were ten Antonios , but the Ladies Don , the Ladies . Val. Berinthia , to whom I pay my love devotions , in my eare Seemd not to welcome him , your Lady did . Coant . I but for all that he had most mind to your mistris , And I do not see but if he pursue it , There is a possibility to scale the fort , Ladies Mindes may alter , by your favour , I have lesse Cause to feare o' th two ; if he love not Catalina My game is free , and I may have a course in Her Parke the more easily . Val. T is true , he preferred service to Berinthia , And what is she then to resist the vowes Antonio if he love , dare heape upon her ? He 's gracious with her father , and a friend Deere as his bosome to Sebastiano , And may be is directed by that brother To aime at her , or if he make free choyce , Berinthias beauty will draw up his soule . Count . And yet now I thinke on 't , he was very sawcey With my love to support her arme , which she Accepted too familiarly , and she should But love him , it were as bad for me , for tho he care Not for her , I am sure she will never abide me after it , By this hilts I must kill him , there 's no remedy , I cannot helpe it . Val. I le know my destiny . Count . And I my fate but here he comes . Enter Antonio . Ant. The strangest resolution of a father I ever heard , I was covetous To acquaint him with my wishes , praid his leave I might be servant to Berinthia , But thus he briefly answered , untill His eldest daughter were dispos'd in marriage His youngest must not love , and therefore wisht me Vnlesse I could place Catalina here , Leave off soliciting , yet I was welcome , you fed on nothing but Berinthia , From whose faire eyes love threw a thousand flames into Antonios heart , her cheeks bewraying As many amorous blushings , which brake out Like a forc'd lightning from a troubled cloud , Discovering a restraint , as if within She were at conflict , which her colour onely Tooke liberty to speake , but soone fell backe , And as it were checkt by silence . Cou. I le stay no longer , sir a word with you , are you desperat ? Ant. Desperate , why sit ? Count . I aske and you be desperate , are you weary of your Life , and you be , say but the word ; some body can tell How to dispatch you without a physitian , at a minuits warning . Anto. You are thē noble Count de monte Nigro . Count . I care not a Spanish fig what you count me , I must Call you to account sir ; in briefe the Lady Dona Catalina is my mistris , I do not meane to be baffled While this toole has any steele in 't , and I have some Mettall in my selfe too . Ant. The Dona Catalina ? do you love her ? Enter Vila . Sebast. Cata. Ber. She is a Lady in whom onely lives Natures and Arts perfection , borne to shame All former beauties , and to be the wonder Of all succeeding , which shall fade and wither When she is but remembred . Count . I can endure no more , Diablo , he is mortally in love With Catalina . Vala. T is so , he 's tane with Catalinaes beautie . Count. . Sir I am a servant of that Lady , therefore eate up Your words , or you shall be sensible that I am Count De monte Nigro , and she 's no dish for Don Antonio . Ant. Sir I will do you right . Count . Or I will right my selfe . Cata. He did direct those prayses unto me This doth confirme it . Ber. He cannot so soone alter , I shall discover a passion through my eyē . Count . Thou shewest thy selfe a noble Gentleman , the Count is now thy friend . Ant. Does it become me sir , to prosecute Where such a noble Count is interessed , Vpon my soule I wish the Lady yours , Here my suite fals , with tender of my servicē ; Would you were married , nay in bed together My honourable Count . Cata. Your face is cloudy sir , as you suspected Your presence were not welcome ; had you naught But title of a brothers friendship , it were Enough to oblige us to you , but your worth In Catalinaes eies , bids me proclaime you A double acceptation . Ant. Oh you are bounteous Ladie . Count . Sir — Ant. Doe not feare me , I am not worthie your opinion , It shall be happinesse for me to kisse This Ivory hand , Count . The whilst I kisse her lip and be immotall . Seb. Antonio my father is a rocke , In that he first resolved , and I account it part of my Owne unhappinesse , I hope you hold me not suspected , Ant. I were unworthy such a friend , his care Becomes him nobly ; has not younder Count Some hope of Catalina . Seb. My father thinkes that sister worthy of More than a bare Nobility . Ant. I le backe to Eluas noble sir , This entertainement is so much above Antonios merit , if I leave you not I shall be out of hope to — Vila. Nay then you mocke me sir , you must not leave me Without discourtesie so soone , we triffle time , This night you are my guest , my honored Count , My Don Valasco . Count . Yes my Lord , wee 'le follow . Ant. Ha I am resolv'd , like Barge-men when they row . I le looke another way then that I goe . Exeunt ,
Actus 2. Scaena I. Enter Catalina and Ansilva . Cata. Ansilva you observe with curious eye All Gentlemen that come hither , what 's your opinion . Of Don Antonio ? Ans. My opinion Madam , I want Art . To judge of him . Cata. Then without Art your judgement . Ans. He is one of the most accomplisht Gentlemen Ansilva ere beheld , pardon Madam . Cata. Nay , it doth not displease , ' y are not alone , He hath friends to second you , and who dost thinke Is cause he tarries here . Ans. Your noble father will not let him goe . Cata. And canst thou see no higher ? then thou art dull . Ans. Madam , I guesse at something more . Cata. What ? Ans. Love ? Cata. Of whom ? Ans. I know not that . Cata. How not that ? thou 'dst bring thy former truth Into suspition , why t is more apparant Then that he loves . Ans. If judging eyes may guide him , I know where he should ' chuse , but I have heard That love is blind . Cata. Ha ? Ans. Vertue would direct him Madam unto you , I know not his Obedience , I shall repent if I offend . Cata.

Tha' rt honest , be yet more free , hide not a thought that may concerne it .

Ans. Then Madam I thinke he loves my Lady Berinthia ; I have observ'd his eyes rowle that way , Even now I spied him Close with her in the Arbour , pardon me Madam . Cata. Th' ast done me faithfull service , be yet more vigilant , I know thou speakst all truth , I doe suspect him , Exit Ans. My sister , ha ? Dare shee maintaine contention ? Is this the dutie bindes her to obey A fathers precepts , t is dishonour to me . Enter Ansilva . Ans. Madam , here 's a pretty hansome stripling new alight , Enquires for Don Antonio . Cata. Let me see him , 't will give me good occasion to be My owne observer ; Enter Diego , Whom would you sir ? Die. I am sent in quest of Antonio . Cata. He speakes like a Knight errant , he comes in quest , Die. I have heard it a little vertue in some Spanniels to Quest now and then Lady . Cata. But you are none . Die. My Mr. cannot beate me from him Madam , I am one of The oldest appurtenances belonging to him , and yet I Have little mosse in my chinne . Cata. The more to come , a wittie knave . Die.

No more wit then will keep my head warme , I beseech you amiable Virgin help my Master Antonio to some intelligence that a servant of his waits to speake with him from his sister Madona Castabella .

Cata. It shall not neede sir , I le give him notice my selfe , Ansilva Entertaine time with him . Exit . Ans. A promising young man . Die. Doe you waite on this Lady ? Ans. Yes sir . Die.

Wee are both of a tribe then , though wēe differ in our sexe , I beseech you taxe me not of immodesty , or want of breeding , that I did not salute you upon the first view of your person , this kisse be as good as presse-mony to bind me to your service .

Ans. ' Y are very welcome , by my virginity . Exit . Die.

Your virginitie a good word to save an oath , for all she made me a cursie , it was not good manners to leave mee so soone ' y are very welcome by my virginity ; was she afraid of breaking , it may be she is crack'd already , but here she is againe .

Enter Ansilva . Ans. May I begge your name sir ? Die. No begger sweet , would you have it at length , then My name is Signior Baltazaro Clere Mautado , But for brevities sake they call me Diego . Ans, Then Signior Diego once more you are welcome . Die.

Bazelez manes Signiora , and what my tongue is not able to expresse , my head shall ; it seemes you have liv'd long a Virgin .

Ans. Not above seven or eight and thirty yeares . Die. By Lady a tried Virgin , you have given the world A large testimony of your virginity . Enter Ant. Berin . and Catal. Ber. I should be thus a disobedient daughter A Fathers Hests are sacred . Ant. But in love They have no power , it is but tyranny , Plaine usurpation to command the minde Against its owne election ; I am yours , Vow'd yours for ever , send me not away Shipwrack'd i th' habour , say but you can love me , And I will waite an age , not wish to move But by commission from you , to whom I render the possession of my selfe : Ha ? we are betrai'd , I must use cunning , She lives in you , and take not in worse sence ; You are more gracious , in that you are So like your eldest sister , in whom lives The coppy of so much perfection , All other seemē to imitate . Cata. Does he not praise me now ? Ant. But here she is , Madam , not finding you i th' garden , I met this Lady . Cata. I came to tell you A servant of yours attends with letters from Your sister Madona Castabella . Ant. Diego what newes ? Die.

Sir , my Lady remembers her love , these letters informe you the state of all things .

Cata.

What serious conference had you sister with that Gentleman .

Ber.

Would you had heard them sister , they concern'd your Commendations .

Cata. Why should he not deliver them to my selfe . Ber. It may be then You would have thought he flattered . Cata. I like not this rebound , T is fairest to catch at fall . Ber. Sister , I hope You have no suspition , I have courted His stay or language on my life no accent Fell from me , your owne eare would not have heard With acceptation . Cata. It may be so , and yet I dare acquit you , In duty to a Father , you would wish me All due respect , I know it . Ant. Diego . Die. Sir . Ant. You observe the waiting creatures in the blacke , Harke , you apprehend me . Whisper . Die. With as much tenacity as a servant . Cat. I hope sir , now we shall enjoy you longer . Ant. The gods would sonner be sicke with Nectar , than Antoni Antonio Grow weary of such faire societie ; But I am at home expected , a poore sister , My fathers care alive , and dying was His Legacy , having out-staid my time Is tender of my absence . Enter Vilarezo , Sebastiano , Count , and Valasco . Cata. My Lord Antonio meanes to take his leave . Vila. Although last night you were inclin'd to goe , Let us prevaile this morning . Cat. A servant of his , he saies , brought letters To hasten departure . Vila. Why sirra , will you rob us of your master . Die. Not guilty my Lord . Count . Sir , if you 'le needs go , we 'le bring you on your way . Ant. I humbly thank your honour , I le not be so trouble some . Count .

Would you were gone once , I doe not meane to trouble my selfe so much I warrant thee .

Ant. I have now a charge upon me , I hope it may Excuse me , if I hasten my returne . Vila. T is faire , and reasonable , well sir , my sonne Shall waite on you o th' way , if any occasion Draw you to Avero , le ts hope you 'le see us , You know your welcome . Ant. My Lord the favours done me , would proclaime I were too much unworthy not to visit you , Oft as I see Avero ; Madam I part with some unhappinesse To lose your presence , give me leave I may Be absent your admirer , to whose memory I write my selfe a servant , Count . Poxe on your complemênt , you were not best write In her table-bookes . Cata. You doe not know What power you have o're me , that but to please you Can frame my selfe to take a leave so soone . Vala. What thinke you of that my Lord ? Count . Why , she sayes she has power to take her leave So soone , no hurt ath ' world in 't , I hope she is an Innocent Lady . To Berinth . Ant. The shallow rivers glide away with noise , The deepe are silent , fare you well Lady . Count. I told you he is a shallow fellow . Vala. I know not what to thinke on 't Berinthia . Ant. Gentlemen happinesse and successe in your desires . Seb. I le see you a league or two . Vila. By any meanes , nay sir . Ant. Diego . Die. My Lord I have a suite to you before I goe . Vila. To me Diego , prethee speake it . Die.

That while other Gentlemen are happy to devide their affections among the Ladies , I may have your honours leave to beare some good-will to this Virgin : Cupid hath throwne a dart at me , like a blinde buzzard as he was , and there 's no recovery without a cooler ; if I be sent into these parts , I desire humbly I may be bould to rub acquaintance with Mistresse Ansilva .

Vila. With all my heart Diego . Die. Madam , I hope you will not be an enemy to a poore Flye that is taken in the flame of the blind god . Cata. You shall have my consent sir . Vila. But what say a Ansilva , hast thou a mind to a husband ? Ans.

I feare I am too young seven yeares hence were time enough for me .

Seb. Shee s not full fortie yet sir . Die. I honour the Antiquitie of her maidenhead , thou Mistresse of my heart . Ant. Come le ts away Diego our horses — Vila. We 'le bring you to the game . Count .

Yes , wee 'le bring him out of doores , would wee were shut of him .

Exeunt . manet Ansilva . Ans.

Hay ho , who would have thought I should have benne in love with a stripling , have I seene so many maiden-heades suffer before me , and must mine come to the blocke at fortie yeares old , if this Diego have the grace to come on , I shall have no power to keepe my selfe chast any longer ; how many maides have beene overrunne with this love ? but Here 's my Lady .

Exit . Enter Catalina and Valosco . Cat. Sir , you love my sister . Val. With an obedient heart . Cat. Where do you think Don Antonio hath made choice To place his love ? Val. There where I wish it may grow older in desire , And be crown'd with fruitfull happinesse . Cat. Hath your affection had no deeper roote , That t is rent up already , I had thought It would have stood a Winter , but J see A Summer storme hath kil'd it , fare you well sir . Val. How 's this , a Summers storme ! Lady by the honour of your birth , Put off these cloudes , you maze me , take off The wonder you have put upon Valasco , And solve these riddles . Cat. You love Berinthia . Val. With a devoted heart , else may I die Contempt of all mankinde , not my owne soule Is deerer to me . Cat. And yet you wish Antonio may be crown'd With happinesse in his love , he loves Birinthia . Val. How ? Cat. Beyond expression , to see how a good nature Free from dishonour in it selfe , is backward To thinke another guilty , suffers it selfe Be poisoned with opinion , did your eyes Emptie their beames so much in admiration Of your Berinthias beauty , you left none To observe your owne abuses , Vala. Doth not Antonio dedicate his thoughts To your acceptance , 't is impossible , I heard him praise you to the heavens , above 'em ; Made himselfe hoarse but to repeate your vertues As he had beene in extasie ; love Birinthia ? Hell is not blacker than his soule , if he Love any goodnesse but your selfe . Cat. That lesson he with impudence hath reade To my owne eares , but shall I tell you sir ? We are both made but properties to raise Him to his partiall ends , flattery is The stalkeing horse of pollicy , saw you not , How many flames he shot into her eyes When they were parting , for which she pay'd backe Her subtill teares , he wrung her by the hand , Seem'd with the greatnesse of his passion To have beene o're borne , Oh cunning treachery ! Worthy our justice , true be commended me ; But could you see the Fountaine that sent forth So many cozening streames , you would say Styx Were Christ all to it , and wast not to the Count , Whom he suppos'd was in pursuite of me ; Nay , whom he knew did love me , that he might Fire him the more to consummate my marriage That I disposed he might have of accesse To his belov'd Berinthia , the end Of his desires I can confirme it , he praid To be so happy with my fathers leave To be her amorous servant , which he nobly Denied , partly expressing your engagements ; If you have least suspition of this truth : But dee' thinke she love you ? Val. I cannot challenge her , but she has let fall Something to make me hope , how thinke you shee 's Affected to Antonio ? Cat. May be Luke warme as yet , but soone as as shee s caught , Inevitably his , without prevention . For my owne part I hate him in whom lives A will to wrong a Gentleman , for hee was Acquainted with your love , 't was my respect To tender so your injury , I could not Be silent in it . what you meane to doe I leave to your owne thoughts . Val. Oh stay sweete Lady , leave me not to struggle Alone with this universall affliction ; You speake even now Berinthia would be his Without prevention , oh that Antidote , That Balsome to my wound . Cat. Alas I pitty you , and the more , because I see your troubles so amaze your judgement , I le tell you my opinion sir o th' sudden ; For him , he is not worth Valasco's anger ; Onely thus , you shall discover to my Father , She promis'd you her love , be confident To say you did exchange faith to her ; this alone May chance assure her , and if not I hav 't : Steale her away , your love I see is honourable , So much I suffer when desert is wounded , You shall have my assistance , you apprehend me , Val. I am devoted yours , command me ever . Cat. Keepe smooth your face , and still maintaine your worship With Berinthia , things must be manag'd And strucke in the maturity , noble sir ; J wish You onely fortunate in Berinthias love . Val. Words are too poore to thanke you , I looke on you As my safe guiding starre . Exit . Cat. But I shall prove a wandering starre , I have A course which I must finish for my selfe . Glide on thou subtill mover , thou hast brought This instrument already for thy aymes , Sister , I le breake a Serpents egge betimes , And teare Antonio from thy very bosome , Love is above all law of nature , blood , Not what men call , but what that bides is good . Exit . Enter Cast abella and Villandras . Vil. Be not so carefull Cooze , your brothers well . Be confident if he were otherwise You should have notice , whom hath he to share Fortunes without you ? all his ills are made Lesse by your bearing part , his good is doubled By your communichaing . Cast. By this reason All is not well , in that my ignorance What fate hath hapned , barres me off the portion Belongs to me sister , but my care Is so much greater , in that Diego whom J charg'd to put on wings , if all were well , Is dull in his returne . Enter Antonio and Diego . Vil. His Master happily hath commanded him To attend him homewards , this is recompenc'd Already , looke they are come ; Y' are welcome sir . Ant. Oh sister , ere you let fall words of welcome , Let me unlade a treasure in your eare Able to weigh downe man . Cast. What treasure brother , you amaze me , Ant. Never was man so blest , As heavens had studied to enrich me here , So am I fortunate . Vil. You make me covetous . Ant. I have a friend . Vil. You have a thousand sir , is this your treasure ? Ant. But I have one more worth then millions , And he doth onely keepe alive that name Of friendship in his breast , pardon Villandras , T is not to straine your love , whom I have tried , My worthiest cozen . Cast. But where is this same friend , why came he not To Eluas with you , sure he cannot be Deare to you Brother , to whom I am not indebted At least for you . Die. I have many deare friends too , my Taylor is one To whom I am indebted Ant. His Commission Stretch'd not so farre , a Fathers tie was on him , But I have his noble promise , er 't be long , We shall enjoy him . Cast. Brother I hope You know how willingly I can entertaine Your blisse , and make it mine , pray speake the man To whom we owe so much . Ant. T were not charity to starve you thus with shaddowes , Take him and with him in thy bosome locke The Mirrour of fidelity , Don Sebastiano . Cast. I oft have heard you name him full of worth , And upon that relation have laid up , One deare to my remembrance . Ant. But he must be dearer Castabella , harke you sister , I have beene bold upon thy vertue , to Invite him to you , if your heart be free . Let it be empty ever , if he doe not Fill it with noblest love , to make relation , What zeale he gave of a worthy nature , At our last parting ( when betwixt a sonne , And friend he so divided his affections And out did both ) you would admire him : were I able I would build a temple where We tooke our leave , The ground it selfe was hallowed So much with his owne piety , Diego saw it . Die. Yes sir , I saw , heard , and wondred . Ant. Come I will tell you all , to your chamber sister , Diego our plot must on , all time is lost Vntill we try the mooving . Die. If the plot please you sir , let me alone to play my part I warrant you . Ant. Come Castabella , and prepare to heare A story not of length but worthy your eare . Exeunt Enter Vilarezo , Valasco , and Catalina . Vil. You have not dealt so honourably sir , As did become you , to proceede so farre Without my knowledge , give me leave to tell you You are not welcome . Val. My Lord I am sorry , If I have any way trangrest , I was not Respectlesse of your honour , nor my fame , Valasco shall be unhappy , if by him You shall derive a staine , my actions faire , I have done nothing with Berinthia , To merit such a language , t was not ripe , For me to interrupt the father , when I knew not What grace I hold with her . Vil, Hell on her grace , is this her duty ? ha , I can forget my nature if she dare Make so soone forfeit of her piety ; Oh where is that same awfull dread of Parent , Should live in children ; t is her ambition To out runne her sister , but I le curbe her impudence , Cata. Retire your selfe , this passion must have way , This workes as I would have it , feare nothing sir , Obscure . Exit Val . Vil. I le cloyster her , and starve this spirit Makes her deceive my trust ; Catalina Vpon thy duty I command thee , take Her custody on thee , keepe her from the eye Of all that come to Averro , let her discourse With pictures on the wall , I feare she hath Forgot to say her prayers , is she growne sensuall ? Cata. But my Lord . Vil. Oh keepe thy accents for a better cause , She hath contemd us both , thou caust not see What blemish she derives unto our name . Yet these are sparkes , he hath a fire within , Will turne all into flames , where 's Valasco ? Cata. Good sir , a much afflicted worthy Gentleman , At your displeasure . Vil. Thou art too full of pitty , nay th' art cruell To thy owne fame , he must not have accesse To prosecute , it was my doting sinne , Of too much confidence in Berinthia , Gave her such libertie , on my blessing punish it , T will be a vertuous act , the snow I thought Was not more innocent , more cold , more chaste Why my command bound her in ribs of ice , But shee s dissolv'd , to thee I le leave her now , Be the maintainer of thy Fathers vow , Exit Val. Why I am undone now , Cata. Nothing lesse , this conflict Prepares your peace , I am her guardian , Love smiles upon you , I am not inconstant , Having more power to assist you , but away , We must not be discri'd , expect ere long To heere what you desire . Val. My blisse I remember . Exit Cata. Berinthia , y' are my prisoner , at my leisure I le studdy on your fate , I cannot be Friend to my selfe , when I am kind to thee . Exit
Actus . 3. Scaena 1. Enter Sebastiano , Berinthia , Ansilva , Diego meetes them . Seb. VVElcome honest Diego , your Master Antonio is in health I hope . Die.

He commanded me , remember his service to you , I have obtaind his leave for a small absence to perfect a suite I lately commenc'd in this Court .

Seb. You follow it close me thinks Berinthia , I see this cloud Vanish already , be not dejected , soone I le know the depth on t , should the world forsake thee , Thou shalt not want a brother deere Berinthia . Exit Secretly gives her a Letter . Die. This is my Lady Berinthia , prethee let me shew Some manners , Madam my Master Antonio speakes his Service to you in this paper : alas Madam , I was but Halfe at home , and I am returnd to see if I can recover The tother peece of my selfe , so , was it not a reasonable Complement . Ber. Antonio , he 's constant J perceive . Exit Die. So , we are alone , sweet Mistresse Ansilva , J am bold To renue my suite , which least it should either Fall or depend too long having past my declaration , I shall desire to come to a judgement . My cause craves nothing but justice , That is , that you would be mine ; and now since You selfe is judge also , I beseech you be not partiall In your owne cause , but give seatence for the plaintiffe , and I will discharge the fees of the Court on this fashion . Enter Berinthia . Ber. Here is a haven yet to rest my soule on , In midst of all unhappinesse , which I looke on , With the same comfort a distressed Sea man A farre off , viewes the coast he would enjoy , When yet the Seas doe tosse his reeling barke , Twixt hope and danger , thou shalt be conceald . She mistaking as she moved put up the Letter , it fals downe . Ans. Here 's my Lady Berinthia . Die. What care I for my Lady Berinthia , and she thinkes Much , would she had one to stopp her mouth . Ans. But I must observe her , upon her fathers displeasure , She is committed to my Ladies custody , who hath made Me her keeper , she must be lockt up . Die. Ha lockt up . Ans.

Madam , it is now time you would retire to your owne Chamber .

Ber. Yes , prethee doe Ansilva in this gallery , I breathe but too much aire , oh Diego you le have An answer I perceive , ere you returne . Die.

My journey were to no purpose else Madam , I apprehend her . I le waite an opportunity , alas poore lady , is my sweete heart become a jaylor , there 's hope of an office without money .

Enter Ansilva hastily . Ans.

Diego I spy my Lady Catalina comming this way , pray shrowd your selfe behinde this cloth , I would be loath shee should ice us here together , quickely , I heare her treading ,

Enter Catalina . Cata. Ansilva . Ans. Madam . Cata. Who 's with you ? Ans. No body Madam . Cata. Was not Diego with you , Antonioes man ? Ans. He went from me Madam halfe an houre agoe , To visit friends i th' City . Caf. He hath not seene Berinthia I hope . Ans. Vnlesse he can pierce stone walls Madam , I am sure . Cat. Direct Don Valasco hither by the backe staires , I expect him . Ans. I shall Madam . Cat. Ha , what 's this ? a Letter to Berinthia , from whom Subscrib'd ? Antonio , what devill brought this hither ? Furies torment me not , ha , while I am Antonio , expect Not I can be other then thy servant , all my thoughts Are made sacred with thy remembrance , whose hope Sustaines my life , oh I drink poyson from these fatall accents , Be thy soule blacker then the inke that staines The cursed paper , would each droppe had falne From both your hearts , and every Character Beene texed with blood , I would have tir'd mine eyes To have read you both dead here , upon my life Diego hath beene the cunning Mercury In this conveyance , J suspect his love Is but a property to advance this suite . But I will crosse um all ; Enter Valasco . Don Valasco , you are seasonably arriv'd , I have a Letter for you . Val. For me ? Cata. It does concerne you . Val. Ha . Cata. How doe you like it sir ? Val. As I should a Punyard sticking here , how came You by it ? Cata. I found it here by accident o th' ground , I am sure it did not grow there , I suppose Diego , the servant of Antonio Who colourably pretends affection To Ansilva , brought it , hee s the agent for him . Now the designe appeares , day is not more conspicuous Then this cunning . Val. I am resolv'd , Cat. For what ? Val. Antonio or I must change our ayre , This is beyond my patience , sleepe in this And never wake to honour , oh my fates , He takes the freehold of my soule away , Berinthia , and it , are but one creature , I have beene a tame foole all this while , Swallowed my poyson in a fruitelesse hope , But my revenge , as heavy as Ioves wrath , Wrapt in a thunderbolt is falling on him , Cat. Now you appeare all noblenesse , but collect Draw up your passions to a narrow point Of vengeance , like a burning glasse that fires Surest i th smallest beame , he that would kill , Spends not his idle fury to make wounds , Farre from the heart of him he fights withall , Looke where you most can danger , let his head Bleed out his braines , or eyes , aime at that part Is deerest to him , this once put to hazzard , The rest will bleed to death . Val. Apply this Madam . Cat. The time invites to action , I le be briefe , Strike him through Berinthia . Val. Ha . Cat. Mistake me not , I am her sister , Shee is his heart , make her your owne , you have A double victory , thus you may kill him With most revenge , and give your owne desires , A most confirm'd possession , fighting with him , Can be no conquest to you , if you meane To strike him dead , pursue Berinthia , And kill him with the wounds he made at you , It will appeare but justice , all this is Within your fathom sir . Val. T is some divinity hangs on your tongue . Cat. If you consent Berinthia shall not see , More sunnes till you enjoy her . Val. How deere Madam . Cat. Thus , you shall steale her away . Val. Oh when ' Cat. Provide Such trusty friends , but let it not be knowne Vpon your honour , I assist you in 't . And after midnight when soft sleepe hath charm'd All sences enter the Garden gate . Which shall to open for you , to know her chamber A candle shall direct you in the Window , Ansilva shall attend too , and provide To give you entrance , thence take Berinthia , And soone convey her to what place you thinke Secure and most convenient , in small time You may procure your owne conditions ; But sir you must engage your selfe to use her With honourable respects , she is my sister , Did not I thinke you noble , for the world I would not runne that hazzard . Val. Let heaven forsake me then , was ever mortall So bound to womans care , my mothers was Halfe paid her at my birth , but you have made me An everlasting debtor . Cat. Select your friend , bethinke you of a place You may transpose her . Val. I am all wings . Cat. Cat. So , when gentle physicke will not serve , we must Apply more active , but there is Yet a receipt behind ; Valascoes shallow , And will be planet strucke , to se Berinthia Dye in his armes : t is so , yet he himselfe Shall carry the suspition , if art , Or hell can furnish me with such a poyson , sleepe thy last sister , whilst thou livest I have , No quiet in my selfe , my rest thy grave . Exi Exit Diego comes from behinde the hangings . Die. Goe thy wayes , and the devill wants a breeder thou Art for him , one spirit and her selfe are able to furnish Hell and it were unprovided ; but I am glad I heard all I shall love hangings the better while I live : I perceive some good may be done behind em , But I le acquaint my Lady Berinthia , Here 's her chamber I observ'd : Madam , Madam Berinthia , Berinthia above . Ber. Whos 's there ? Die. T is I Diego , I am Diego . Ber. Honest Diego , what good newes , Die.

Ya 're undone , undone lost , undone for ever ; it is time now to be serious .

Ber. Ha , Die. Where 's my Master Antonioes Letter . Ber. Here , where , ha , alas , I feare I have lost it . Die.

Alas you have undone your selfe , and your sister , my Lady Catalina hath found it , and is mad with rage , and envy against you ; I overheard your destruction , she hath shewed it to Don Valasce , and hath plotted that he shall steale you away this night , the doores shall be lest open the houre after twelve .

Ber. You amaze me , t is impossible . Die.

Doe not cast away your selfe , by incredulity , upon my life your fate is cast , nay more , worse then that .

Ber. Worse ? Die.

You must be poysoned too , oh shee s a cunning devill , and she will carry it so , that Valasco shall bee suspected for your death , what will you doe ?

Ber. I am overcome with amazement ? Die.

Madam remember with what noble love my Master Antonio does honour you , and now both save your selfe , and make him happy , how .

Ber. I am lost man . Die. Feare not , I will engage my life for your safety , Seeme not to have knowledge or suspicion , be carefull What you receive , least you be poysond , leave the Rest to me , I have a crotchet in my pate shall spoyle Their musicke , and prevent all danger I warrant you , By any meanes be smooth , and pleasant , the devils A knave , your sisters a Traytor , my Master is your noble Friend , I am your honest servant , and Valasco shall Shake his eares like an annimall . Ber. It is not to be hoped for . Die.

Then cut of my eares , slit my nose , and make a devill of me , shall I about it say , t is done .

Ber. Any thing thou art honest , heaven be neare , Still to my innocence , I am full of feare . Die. Spurre cut and away then . Exeunt Enter Signior Sharkino in his study , furnished with glasses , viols , pictures of wax characters , wands , conjuring habit , Powders paintings , and Scarabeo . Sh. Scarabeo . Sca. Sir . Sh.

Is the doore tongue tide , scrue your selfe halfe out at one of the crevices , and give me notice what patient approathes me .

Sca. I can runne through the key hole sir . Sh. This fucus beares A lively tincture , oh the checke must blush That weares it , their deceiv'd that say Art is the ape of nature . Sca. Sir . Sh. Who i st ? Sca. My Ladies apronstrings , Mistris Ansilva her chamber-maide . Sh. Admit her . Enter Ansilva . Ans. How now raw head and bloody bones , where 's the Doctor Sharkino ? oh here he is . Sh. How does your vertuous Ladie . Ans. In good health sir . Where 's the Fucus , and the Powder . Sh. All is prepared here . Ans.

To see what you can doe , many make legges , and you make faces sir .

Sh.

Variety of faces is now in fashion , and all little enough for some to set a good face on 't , oh Ladies may now and then commit a slip and have some colour for 't , but these are but the outsides of our art , the things we can prescribe to be taken inwardly , are pretty curiosities , we can prolong life .

Ans. And kill too can you not ? Sh. Oh any that will goe to the price . Ans.

You have poysons I warrant you , how doe they looke , pray le ts see one .

Sh. Oh naturall and artificiall , Nessas blood was milke To em , an extraction of Todes and Vipers , looke Here 's a parcell of Claudius Caesars posset , Given him by his wife Agrippina here is some of Hannibals medicine he carried alwaies in the Pummell of his sword , for a dead lift , a very active Poyson , which passing the Orifice , kindles Straite a fire inflames the blood , and makes marrow Fly , have you occasion to apply one . Ans.

Introth we are troubled with a rat in my Ladies Chamber .

Sh.

A Rat , give him his bane , would you destroy a City , I have probatinus of Italian Sallets , and our owne Country figs shall doe it rarely , a Rat , I have scarse a poyson so base , the worst is able to kill a man , I have all sorts , from a minute to seven yeares in operation , and leave no markes behinde em , a Rat 's a Rat .

Ans.

Pray let me see a remover at twelve houres , and I would be loath to kill the poore thing presently .

Sh.

Here , you may cast it away upon 't , but t is a disparagement to the poyson .

Ans. This will content you . Sh.

Because it is for a Rat you shall pay no more , my service to my Ladie , my poysons howsoever I give them , variety of operations are all but one . Knockes within . Honest Rats bane in severall-shapes , their vertue is common , and will not be long in killing ; you were best looke it be a Rat , Scarabeo .

Sca. Sir here 's a Gallant enquires for Dector Sharkino Sh. Vsher him in , it is some Don . Enter Count de Monte Nigro . Count . Is your name Signior Sharkino the famous Doctor . Sh. They call me Sharkino . Count . Doe you not know me ? Sh. Your gracious pardon . Count . I am Count de Monte Nigro . Sh. Your honours sublimity doth illustrate this habitation ; Is there any thing wherein Sharkino may expresse His humble service ? if ought within the circumference Of a medicinall or Mathematicall science , May have acceptance with your celsitude , it shall devolve it selfe . Coun.

Devolve it selfe , that word is not in my Table booke ; what are all these trinkets ?

Sh.

Take heede I beseech your honour , they are dangerous , this is the devils girdle ,

Coun. A pox o th devill , what have I doe with him , Sh. It is a dreadfull circle of conjuration , fortified With sacred characters against the power Of infernall spirits , within whose round I can tread Safely , when hell burnes round about me . Coun. Not unlikely . Sh. Will you see the devill sir ? Coun. Ha , the devill ? not at this time , I am in some hast , Any thing but the devill I durst fight with all , harke You Doctor , letting these things passe , hearing Of your skill , I am come in my owne person , for A fragment of your art , harke you , have you any Receipts to procure love sir ? Sh. All the degrees of it this is ordinary . Coun.

Nay I would not have it too strong , the Lady I intend it for , is pretty well taken already , an easing working thing does it .

Sh. Here 's a powder whose ingrediences were fetchd From Arabia the happy , a sublimation of the Phoenix Ashes , when she last burned her selfe , it beares the Colour of sinamon , two or three souples put into A cup of wine , fetches up her heart , she can scarce Keepe it in , for running out of her mouth to you My noble Lord . Count . That , let me have that , Doctor I know t is deare , Will that gold buy it ? Sh.

Your honour is bountifull , there needs no circumstance , Minister it by whom you please , your intention binds it to operation .

Cout. So , so Catalina , I will put your mornings draught In my pocket — Knocke at the doore Doctor , I would not be seene . Sh.

Please you my Lord obscure your selfe behinde these hangings then , till they be gone , I le dispatch 'em the sooner ; or if your honour thinke fit , t is but clouding your person with a simple cloake of mine , and you may at pleasure passe without discovery , my Anotomy shall waite on you .

Enter three Servingmen . 1

Prethee come backe yet .

2

Oh by any meanes goe laynes .

1

Dost thou thinke it possible that any man can tell where thy things are , but he that stole 'em , hee 's but a jugling imposter , a my conscience , come backe againe .

2

Nay now wee are at furthest , be not rul'd by him , I know he is a cunning man , he told me my fortune once when I was to goe a journey by water , that if I scapt drowning , I should doe well enough , and I have iiv'd ever since .

3.

Well I will try , I am resolv'd ; stay , here hee is Pedro , you are acquainted with him , breake the ice , he is alone .

2.

Blesse you Mr. Doctor ; sir presuming on your Art , here is a fellow of mine , indeede the Butler , for want of a better ; has lost a dozen of Dyaper spoones , and halfe a dozen of silver Napkins yesterday , they were seene by all three of us in the morning betweene sixe and seven set up , and what spirit of the Buttery hath stollen 'em before eight , is invisible to our understanding .

3

He hath delivered you the case right : I beseech you sir doe what you can for a servant , that is like to be in a lamentable case else , here 's a gratuity .

1.

Now we shall see what the devill can do , hey , here 's one of his spirits I thinke .

Sh.

Betweene 7 and 8. the houre ; the 1 Luna , the 2 Saturne , the 3 Iupiter , the 4 Mars , the 5 Sol , the 6 Venus , the 7 Mercury , ha then it was stolne , Mercury is a thiefe , your goods are stolne .

3. Was Mercury the thiefe , pray where dwells he ? Sh. Mercury is above the Moone man . 3. Alas sir t is a great way thither . 1. Did not I tell you you would be gull'd . Sh.

Well y' are a servant , I le doe something for you ; What will you say , if I shew you the man that stole your Spoones and Napkins presently , will that satisfie you .

3 I le desire no more , oh good Mr. Doctor . 1 If he does that , I le beleve he has cunning . Sh. Goe to , heares a glasse . 2 Loe you there now . Sh. Stand your backes North , and stirre not till I bid you ; What see you there ? 3 Here 's nothing . Sh. Looke agen , and marke , stand yet more North . 3 Now I see somebody . 1 And I . The Count comes from behind the Hangings and muffled in a cloake steales of the Stage . Sh.

Marke this fellow muffled in the cloake , he hath stolne your spoones and Napkins , does he not skulke .

1

'Foote t is strange , he lookes like a theefe , this Doctor I see is cunning .

3. Oh rogue how shall 's come by him , oh for an Officer , Sh. Yet stirre not , 3. Oh hee s gone , where is he ? Sh.

Be not too rash , my Art tells me there is danger in 't , you must be blinfold all , if you observe me not , all is to no purpose , you must not see till you be forth a doores , shut your eyes , and leade one another , when you are abroad open them and you shall see agen .

3. The thiefe ? Sh.

The same , then use your pleasures , so , be sure you see not , conduct them Scarabeo .

Exeunt , Enter a Maid with an Vrinall . Ma.

Oh Mr. Doctor I have got this opportunity to come to you , but I cannot stay , here 's my water , pray sweet Mr. Doctor , tell me , I am in great feare that I have lost —

Sh. What ? Ma. My maidenhead sir , you can tell by my water . Sh. Dost not thou know ? Ma.

Oh I doe some what doubt my selfe , for this morning when I rose , I found a paire of breeches on my bed , and I have had a great suspition ever since , it is an evill signe they say , and one does not know what may be in those breeches sometimes ; sweets Mr. Doctor , am I a maid still or no , I would be sorry to loose my maiden head ere I were aware , I feare I shall never be honest after it .

Sh.

Let me see Vrina meretrix ; the colour is a strumpet , but the contents deceive not , your maiden head is gone .

Ma. And is there no hope to finde it againe ? Sh.

You are not every body , by my Art , as in other things that have beene stolne , he that hath stolne your maiden head shall bring it againe .

Ma.

Thanke you sweet Mr. Doctor , I am in your debt for this good newes ; oh sweet newes sweet Mr. Doctor .

Exit . Enter Count beating before him the three Servingmen , they runne in . 1 Cry your honour mercy , good my Lord . Count . Out you slaves , oh my toes . Sh. What ayles your Lordship ? Count .

Doctor , I am out of breath , where be these wormes crept , I was never so abused since I was swadled : harke you ; those 3. Rogues that were here even now , began to lay hold of me , and told me I must give them their Spoones and Napkins ; they made a theefe of mee , but I thinke I have made their flesh jelly with kickes and bastinadoes ; oh I have no mercy when I set on 't , I have made em all poore Iohns , impudent varlets ; talke to me of Spoones and Napkins .

Sh.

Alas one of them was mad , and brought to me to cure him .

Count .

Nay they were all mad , but I thinke I have madded e'm ; I feare J have kickt two or three out of their lives ; alas poore Wretches I am sorry for it now , but I have such an humor of beating & kicking when my footes in once : harke you Doctor , is it not within the compasse of your physicke to take downe a mans courage a thought lower ; the truth is , I am apt of myselfe to quarrell upon the least affront i th' world , I cannot be kept in , chaines will not hold me : tother day for a lesse matter than this , I kickt halfe a dozen of high Germans , from one end of the streete to the other , for but offering to shrinke betweene mee and wall ; not a day goes o're my head but I hurt some body mortally ; poxe a these rogues , I am sorry at my heart I have hurt e'm so , but I can not forbeare .

Sh. This is strange . Count .

How ? I can scarce forbeare striking you now , for saying it is strange ; you would not thinke it : oh the wounds J have given for a very looke ; well harke you , if it be not too late , I would be taken downe , but I feare t is impossible , and then every one goes in danger of his life by me .

Sh.

Take downe your spirit , looke you , d ee see this inch and a halfe , how tall a man doe you thinke he was ? He was twelve cubits high , and three yards compasse at the waste when I tooke him in hand first , I le draw him through a ring ere I have done with him : I keepe him now to breake my poysons , to eate Spiders and Toades , which is the onely dish his heart wishes for ; a Capon destroyes him , and the very sight of beefe or mutton makes him sicke ; looke , you shall see him eate his supper , come on your wayes , what say you to this Spider ? looke how he leapes .

Sca. Oh dainty . Sh.

Here , saw you that ? how many legges now for the hanch of a Toade .

Sca.

Twenty , and thanke you sir , oh sweete Toade , oh admirable Toade .

Count .

This is very strange , I nere saw the like , I never knew Spiders and Toades were such good meates before ; will he not burst now ?

Sh.

It shall nere swell him , by to morrow hee shall be an inch abated , and I can with an other experiment plumpe him and highten him at my pleasure ; I le warrant I le take you downe my Lord .

Count .

Nay but d ee here , doe I looke like a Spider-catcher , or Toade-eater .

Sh.

Farre be it from Shirkino , I have gentle pellets for your Lordship , shall melt in your mouth , ' and take of your valour insensibly ; Lozenges that shall comfort your stomacke , and but at a weeke restraine your fury two or three thoughts ; does your honour thinke I would forget my selfe , I shew you by this Rat what I can doe by Art : your Lordship shall have an easie composition , no hurt i th' world in 't ; here take but halfe a dozen of these going to bed , e're morning ; it shall worke gently , and in the vertue appeare every day afterward .

Count .

But if I find myselfe braking out into fury , I may take e'm often ; here 's for your pellets of Lozenges , what rare physicke is this ? I le put it in practise presently , farewell Doctor .

Exit Sh.

Happinesse wait on your egregious Lordship , my physicke Shall make your body soluble , but for working on your spirit , beleeve it when you finde it ; with any lies we must set forth siour'mples and compositions to utter them : so this is a good dayes worke ; leane chaps lay up , and because you have perform'd hamsomly , there is some silver for you , lay up my properties : T is night already , thus we knaves will thrive , when honest plainnesse know not how to live .

Exeunt . Enter Catalina and Ansilva . Cat. Art sure she has tane it ? Ans. As sure as I am alive ? she never eate with Such an appetite , for I found none left , I would Be loath to have it so sure in my belly , it will worke Rarely twelve houres hence . Cata. Thus we worke sure then , time runnes upon Th' appointed houre , Valasco should rid me of all my Feares at once , upon thy life be carefull to direct Him at his first approach , I am sicke till she Be delivered ; be secret as the night , I le to my Chamber , be very carefull . Enter Antonio , Villandras , Diego , vizzardid and arm'd . Ant.

Art sure thou hast the time right .

Die.

Doubt not , yonder 's her chamber , the light speakes it ; softly .

Ans. Whos 's there ? Vallasco ? Ant. I . Ans. That way , make no noise , things are prepared , softly So , so , this is good I hope and weight too , my Lady Berinthia will be sure enough anon , I shall nere Get more higher , I had much adoe to perswade her To the spice , but I swore it was a cordiall my Lady Vs'd her selfe , and poore foole she has swallowed it Sure . Enter Ant , with Berinthia , Villan , Diego . Ant. Madam feare not I am your friend . Die. Who are you ? Vill. Stop her mouth , away . Exeunt . Enter Ansilva . Ans. So , so , they are gone , alas poore Valasco I pitty thee , But we creatures of polliticke Ladies must hold the Same byas with our Mistresses , and t is some pollicy To make them respect us the better , for feare our Teeth be not strong enough to keepe in our tongues : Now must I study out some tale by morning to salute My old Lord withall . Enter V Valasco , a friend or two armed . Val. Ansilva ? Ans. Some body calls me , who is it ? Val. It is I Valasco Ans. What comes he backe for ? I hope the poyson does Not worke already , where have you dispos'd her . Val. Dispos'd whom ? Ans. My Lady Berinthia . Val. Let me alone to dispose her , prethee where 's the light ? Shew us the way . Ans. What way ? Val. The way to her chamber ? come , I know what You are sicke of , here each minute is an age till I possesse Berinthia . Ans. This is pretty , I hope my lady is well . Val. Well ? Ans. My Lady Berinthia sir . Val. Doe you mocke me ? Ans. I mocke you ? Val. I shall grow angry , lead me to Berinthias chamber , or — Ans. Why sir , were not you here even now , and hurried Her away , I have your gold well fare all good tokens ; I have perform'd my duty already sir , and you had my Lady . Val. I am abus'd you are a cunning Devill , I heare and had Berinthia , tell me , or with this pistoll , I will soone Reward thy treachery , where Berinthia ? Ans. Oh I beseech you doe not fright me so , if you were Not here even now , here was another that call'd Himselfe Valasco , to whom I gave accesse , and He has carried her away . Exit . Val. Am I awake ? or doe I dreame this horrour : Where am I ? who does know me , are you friends Of Don Valasco ? 1. Doe you doubt us sir ? Val. I doubt my selfe , who am I 2. Our noble friend Valasco , Val. T is so , I am Valasco , all the Furies Circle me round , oh teach me to be mad , I am abus'd , insufferably tormented , My very soule is whipt , it had beene safer For Catalina to have plaid with Serpents . Enter Catalina and Ansilva , Cat. Thou talkest of wonders , where is Valasco ? Ans. He was here even now . Val. Who nam'd Valasco ? Cata. T was I , Catalina , here . Val. Could you picke none out of the stocke of man To mocke but me , so basely ? Cata. Valasco be your selfe , resume your vertue . My thoughts are cleare from your abuse , it is No time to vent our passions , fruitlesse rages , Some hath abus'd us both , but a revenge As swift as lightning shall pursue their flight : Oh I could feare my braines , as you respect Your honoures safety , or Berinthias love ; Haste to your lodging , which being nere our house , You shall be sent for ; seeme to be rais'd up , Let us alone to make a noise at home , Fearefull as thunder ; try the event , this cannot Doe any hurt , you Ansilva shall With clamors wake the houshold cunningly , While I prepare my selfe . Val. I will suspend awhile . Exeunt . Ans. Helpe , helpe , theeves , villaines , murder my Lady : Helpe oh my Lord , my Lady , murder theeves helpe . Enter Sebastiano in his first with a Taper . Seb. What fearefull cry is this , where are you ? Ans. Here oh I am almost kil'd . Seb. Ansilva where art hurt ? Ans. All over sir , my Lady Berinthia is carried away By Ruffians , that broke into her chamber , alas Sees gone . Seb. Whether ? which way ? Enter Vilarezo Catalina . My sister Berinthia is violently tane out of her Chamber , and here 's Ansilva hurt , see looke about , Berinthia sister . Cat. How Berin . gone ? call up the servants , Ansilva , how wa st ? Ans. Alas Madam , I have not my senses about me , I am so Frighted , vizards , and swords , and pistols , but my Lady Berinthia was quickly seiz'd upon , shee s gone . Vil. What villaines durst attempt it ? Enter Count Monte de nigro with a torch . I feare Valasco guilty of this rape . Cat. Runne one to his lodging presently , it will appeare I know he lov'd her , oh my Lord , my sister Berinthias lost , Mont.

How ? foote my physicke begins to worke , I le come to you presently .

Exit . Cat.

Where 's Diego ? he is missing , runne one to his chamber , here 's Valasco .

Enter Valasco . Seb. It is apparant sir , Valascoes noble . Cat. Berinthias stolne away . Val. Ha ? Seb.

Her Chamber broken ope , and shee tane thence this night .

Val. Confusion stay the theese . Mount.

So , so , as you were saying , Berinthia was stolne away by some body , and —

I. Ser. Diego is not in his chamber . Cat. Didst breake ope the doore ? I. Ser. I did , and found all empty . Mount.

How , Diego gone ? that 's strange , oh it workers againe , I le come to you presently .

Exit Cat. I doe suspect — This some plot of Antonio , Diego , a subtle villaine , Confirmes himselfe an instrument by this absence ; What thinkest Ansilva ? Ans. Indeed I heard some of them name Antonio . Vil. Seb . Cat. Ha ? Vil. T is true upon my soule , oh false Antonio . Cat. Vnworthy Gentleman . Val. Let none have the honour to revenge , but I the wrongd Valasco , let me beg it sir . Vil. Antonio , boy up before the day , Vpon my blessing I command thee post To Eluas Castle , summon that false man Enter Count . To quit his shamefull action , bid him returne Thy sister backe , whose honour will be lost For ever in 't , if he shall dare deny her , Double thy Fathers spirit , call him to A strickt account , and with thy sword enforce him , Oh I could leape out of my age me thinkes , And combat him my selfe : be thine the glory , This staine will never wash off , I feele it settle On all our blood , away , my curse pursue This disobedience . Exit Val. I had an interrest in Berinthia , Why have not I commission , I have a sword , Thirsteth to be acquainted with his veines ; It is too meane a satisfaction To have her rendred , on his heart I de write A most just vengence . Seb. Sir she is my sister , I have a sword dares tent A wound as farre as any ; spare your vallour Cat. I have a tricke to be rid of this foole , my Lord Doe you accompany my brother , you I know are valiant . Mount. Any whither , I le make me ready presently . Exit Seb. My most unhappy sister . Exit Cat. Oh I could surfet , I am confident Antonio hath her , t is revenge beyond My expectation , to close up the eyes Of his Berinthia , dying in his armes , Poyson'd maturely , mischiefe I shall prove Thy constant friend , let weakenesse vertue love .
Actus 4. Scaena I. Enter Antonio , Berinthia , Castabella , Villandras , Sforza , Diego . Ant. THe welcom'st guest that ever Eluas had Sister , Villandras y are not sensible what treasure You possesse , I have no loves , I would not here divide . Cast.

Indeed Madam , y are as welcome here , as are my mother was .

Vil.

And you are here as safe , as if you had an army for your Guard .

Sfor. Safe armies , and guard ; Berinthia ya 're a Lady , But I meane not to court you : guard ●notha , here 's A Toledo , and an old arme , tough bones and sinewes , Able to cut off as stout a head as wags upon a shoulder , Th art Antonios guest , welcome by the old bones Of his Father , th' ast a wall of brasse about thee My young Daffodill . Vil.

Nor thinke my noble cozen meaneth you any dishonour here .

Ant. Dishonour , it is a language I never understood , yet Throw off your feares Berinthia , y are i th' power Of him that dares not thinke The least dishonour to you . Sfor.

True by this busse jerkin , that hath look'd i th face of an Army , and he lies like a termagant , denies it , Antonio is Lord of the Castle , but I le command fire to the gunnes , upon any Renegado that confronts us , set thy heart at rest my gilloflower , we are all friends I warrant thee , and hee s a Turke that does not honour thee from the haire of thy head , to thy pettitoes .

Ant. Come be not sad . Cast. Put on fresh blood , y are not cheerefull , how doe you ? Ber. I know not how , nor what to answer you , Your loves I cannot be ungratefull to , Y are my best friends I thinke , but yet I know not With what consent you brought my body hither . Ant. Can you be ignorant what plot was laid To take your faire life from you . Ber. If all be not a dreame , I doe remember Your servant Diego told me wenders , and I owe you for my preservation , but — Sfor.

Shoote not at Buts , Cupids an archer , here a faire marke , a f fooles bolts soone shot , my names Sforza still , my double Daisie .

Cast

It is your happinesse you have escaped the malice of your sister .

Vil. And it is worth A noble gratitude to have been quit , By such an honourer as Antonio is Of faire Berinthia . Ber. Oh but my Father , under whose displeasure I ever sinke , Ant. You are secure Ber. As the poore Deere that being pursuid , for safety Gets up a rocke that over hangs the Sea , Where all that she can see , is her destruction , Before the waves , behinde her enemies Promise her certaine ruine . Ant. Faine not your selfe so haplesse my Berinthia , Raise your dejected thoughts , be merry , come , Thinke I am your Antonio . Cast. It is not wisdome To let our passed fortune , trouble us , Since were they bad the memorie is sweete , That we have past them , looke before you Lady , The future most concerneth . Ber. You have awak'd me , Antonio pardon , Vpon whose honour I dare trust my selfe , I am resolv'd if you dare keepe me here , T' expect some happier issue . Ant. Dare keepe thee here ? with thy consent , I dare Deny thy Father , by this sword I dare , And all the world . Sfor.

Dare , what giant of vallour dates hinder us , from daring to slit the weasands of them that dare say , wee dare not doe any thing , that is to be dared under the poles , I am old Sforza , that in my dayes have scoured rogues faces with hot bals , made em cut crosse capers , and sent them away with a powder , I have a company of roring buls upon the wals , shall spit fire in the faces of any ragamuffian that dares say , we dare not fight pell mell , and still my name is Sforza .

Enter Diego hastily . Die. Sir your noble friend don Sebastionc is at the castle gate Ant. Your brother Lady , and my honoured friend , Why doe the gates not spread themselves , to open At his arrivall Sforza , t is Berinthiaes brother , Sebastiano the example of all worth And friendship , is come after his sweete sister , Ber. Alas I feare . Ant. Be not such a coward Lady , he cannot come Without all goodnesse waiting on him , Sforza , Sforza I say , what pretious time we lose , Sebastiano , I almost lose my selfe In joy to meete him , breake the iron barre And give him entrance . Sfor. I le breake the wals downe , if the gates be too little . Cast. I much desire to see him . Ant. Sister , now hee s come , he did promise me But a short absence , he of all the world I would call brother , Castabella more Then for his sisters love , oh hee s a man Made up of merit , my Berinthia Throw off all cloudes , Sebastianoes come . Ber. Sent by my Father to — Ant. What , to see thee ? he shall see thee hēre . Respected like thy selfe , Berinthia , Attended with Antonio , begirt with armies of thy servants Enter Sebastiano Mounte Nigro , Sforza . Oh my friend . Seb. T is yet in question sir , and will not be So easily proved . Moun. No sir , wee le make you prove your selfe our friend . Ant. What face have you put on ? am I awake ? Or doe I dreame Sebastiano frownes . Seb. Antonio I come not now to Complement , While you were noble , I was not least of them You cald your friends , but you are guilty of An action that destroyes that name . Sfor. Bones a your Father , does he come to swagger , My name is Sforza then . Ant. No more , I guiltie of an action so dishonourable Has made me unworthy of your friendship ; Come y' are not in earnest , t is enough I know My se'fe Antonio . Seb. Adde to him ungratefull . Ant. T was a foule breath delivered it , and wert any But Sebastiano , he should feele the weight Of such a falshood . Seb. Sister you must along with me . Ant. Now by my Fathers soule , he that takes her hence Vnlesse she give consent , treads on his grave , Sebastiano , y' are unnoble then , T is I that said it . Mount. So it seemes . Seb. Antonio , for here I throw of all The ties of love , I come to fetch a sister , Dishonourably taken from her father ; Or with my sword to force thee render her : Now if thou beest a Souldier redeliver , Or keepe her with the danger of thy person , Thou canst not be my brother , till we first Be allied in blood . Ant. Promise me the hearing , And that have any satisfaction , Becomes my fame . Mount. So , so , he will submit himselfe , it will be our honor . Ant. Were in your power , would you not account it A pretious victory , in your sisters cause , To dye your sword with any blood of him , Sav'd both her life and honour ? Seb. I were ungratefull . Ant.

You have told your selfe , and I have argumēnt to prove this .

Seb.

Why would you have me thinke , my sister owes to you such preservation ?

Ant. Oh Sebastiano , Thou dost not thinke what devill lies at home Within a sisters bosome , Catalina , ( I know not with what worst of envy ) laid Force to this goodly building , and through poyson Had rob'd the earth of more then all the world , Her vertue . Seb. You must not beate my resolution off With these inventions sir . Ant. Be not cozend , With your credulity , for my blood , I value it Beneath my honour , and I dare by goodnesse , In such a quarrell kill thee : but heare all , And then you shall have fighting your heart full . Valasco was the man , appointed by That goodly sister to steale Berinthia , And Lord himselfe of this possession , Just at that time ; but heare and tremble at it , Shee by a cunning poyson should have breath'd Her soule into his armes , within two houres , And so Valasco should have borne the shame Of theft and murther ; how doe you like this sir . Seb. You amaze me sir . Ant. T is true by honours selfe , heare it confirm'd , And when you will , I am ready . Vil. Pitty such valour should be imployd , Vpon no better cause , they will enforme him . Mount. Harke you sir , d ee thinke this is true ? Vil. I dare maintaine it . Mount. That 's another matter , why then the case is Altered , what should we doe fighting , and lose Our lives to no purpose . Sf. It seemes you are his second . Mount. I am Count de Monte Nigro . Sfor.

And my names Sforza sir , you were not best to come here to brave us , unlesse you have more legges and armes at home , I have a saza shall picke holes in your doublet , and firke your shankes , my gallimaufry .

Seb. I cannot but beleeve it , oh Berinthia , I am wounded ere I fight . Ant. Holds your resolve yet constant ? if you have Better opinion of your sword , then truth , I am bound to answer , but I would I had Such an advantage gainst another man , As the justice of my cause , all vallour fights But with a sayle against it . Vil. Take a time to informe your father sir , my noble Cozen is to be found here constant . Seb. But will you backe with me then ? Ber. Excuse me brother , I shall fall too soone Vpon my sisters malice , whose foule guilt Will make me expect more certaine ruine , Ant. Now Sebestiano Puts on his judgement , and assumes his noblenesse , Whilst he loves equity . Seb. And shall I carry shame To Villarezoes house , neglect of father , Whose precepts bindes me to returne with her , Or leave my life at Eluas , I must on , I have heard you to no purpose , shall Berinthia Backe to Avero . Ant. Sir she must not yet , t is dangerous . Seb. Choose thee a second then , this Count and I Meane to leave honor here . Vill. Honour me sir . Ant. T is done , Sebastiano shall report Antonio just and noble , Sforza sweare Vpon my Sword , oh doe not hinder me If victory crowne Sebastianoes arme . I charge thee by thy honesty restore This Lady to him , on whose lip I seale My unstain'd faith . Mount. Vmh , t is a rare physitian , my spirit is abated . Cast. Brother . Ber. Brother . Seb. And wilt thou be dishonourd ? Ber. Oh doe not wrong the Gentleman , beleeve it Dishonour nere dwelt here , and he hath made A most religious vow , not in a thought To staine my innocence , he does not force me Remember , what a noble friend , you make A most just enemy , he sav'd my life , Be not a murtherer , take yet a time , Runne not your selfe in danger for a cause Carries so little justice . Mount.

Faith sir , if you please take a time to thinke on 't , a month or two or three , they shall not say but wee are honorable .

Cast. You gave him to my heart a Gentleman , Seb whisp . Compleate with goodnesse , will you rob the world And me at once , alas I love him . Ant. Never man fought with a lesser heart , the conquest Will be but many deathes , he is her brother , My friend , this poore girles joy . Mount. With all my heart , I le post to Avero presently . Seb. Let it be so Antonio . Cast. Alas pore Castabella , what a conflict seest thou within thee , their fight woundeth thee , And I must die , who ere hath victory : Ant. Then friend againe , and as Sebastiano , I bid him welcome , and who loves Antonio Must speake that language . Sfor. Enough , not a Masty upon the Castle wall , But shall barke too , I congratulate thee , if thou Beelest friend to the Castle of Eluas , and still my name Is Sforza . Ant. Well said my brave Adelautado , come Sebastiano , And my Birinthia by to morrow we shall know The truth of our felicity . Exeunt . Enter Vilarezo . Vil. What are the Nobles more than common men When all their honour cannot free them from Shame and abuse ; as greatnesse were a marke Stucke by them but to give direction For men to shoote indignities upon them ? Are we call'd Lords of riches we possesse , And can defend them from the ravishing hand Of strangers , when our children are not safe From theeves and robbers , none of us can challenge Such right to wealth and fortunes of the world , Being things without us ; but our children are Essentiall to us , and participate Of what we are : part of our very nature , Our selves but cast into a younger mold , And can we promise , but so weake assurance Of so neere treasures . O Villarezo shall Thy age be trampled on , no , it shall not , I will be knowne a father , Portugall Shall not report this infamy unreveng'd , It will be a barre in Vilarezoes armes Past all posterity ; Enter Catalina . Come Catalina , thou wilt stay with me , Prepare to welcome home Sebastiano , Whom I expect with honour , and that baggage Ambitious girle Berinthia . Cat. Alas sir ; censure not her too soone , Till she appeare are guilty . Vil. Here 's thy vertue still , To excuse her Catalina , no beleeve it , She s naught , past hope , I have an eye can see Into her very heart , thou art too innocent . Enter Valasco . Valasco welcome too , Berinthia Is not come home yet , but we shall seē her Brought backe with shame ; and i st not justice ha ? What can be shame enough ? Val. Your daughter sir ? Vil. My daughter ? doe not call her so , she has not True blood of Vilarezo in her veines ; She makes her selfe a bastard , and deserves To be cut off like a disordered branch , Disgracing the faire tree she springeth from . Val. Lay not so great a bourthen on Berinthia , Her nature knowes not to degenerate ; Vpon my life she was not yeelding , to The injurious action ; if Antonio Have plaied the theefe , let your revenge fall there , Which were I trusted with , although I doubt not Sebastianoes fury ; he should feele it More heavy than his Castle , what can be Too just for such a sinne ? Vil. Right , right Valasco , I doe love thee for t , T is so , and thou shalt see I have a sence Worthy my birth and person . Val. 'T will become you ; but I marvell we hearē nothing Of their successe at Eluas . by this time I would have sent Antonio to warme His fathers ashes , doe you not thinke sir ? Sebastiano will not be remisse , A gentle nature is abus'd with tales , Which they know how to colour ; here 's the Count . Enter Monte nigro sweating . Cat. How , the Count ? I sent him thither to be rid on him ; The foole has better fortune than I wisht him , But now I shall heare that which will more comfort me , My sisters death most certainely . Mont. My Lord , I have rid hard , read there , your sonne And daughter is well . Cat. Ha , well ? Mount. Madam . Cat. How does my sister ? Mount, In good health , she has commendations to you In that letter . Val. And is Antonio living ? Mount. Yes , and remembers his service to you , Val. Has he then yeelded up Berinthia ? Mou. He will yeeld up his ghost first , I know not we were Going to flesh baste one another , I am sure but the Matter of fellony hangs still , who will cut it downe ; I know not , Madam there 's notable matter against you . Cat. Me ? Mount. Vpon my honor there is , be not angry with me , No lesse than theft and murder , that letter is charg'd Withall , but you 'le cleare all I make no question , they Talke of poysoning . Cat. Am I betray'd ? Mount. Well , I smell , I smell . Cat. What do you smell ? Mount. It was but a tricke of theirs to save their lives , For we were bent to kill all that came against us . Vil. Catalina reade here , Valasco , both of you , And let me reade your faces , ha ? they wonder . Val. Howe 's this , I steale Berinthia ? Cat. I poyson my sister . Val. This doth amaze me . Cat.

Father , this letter sayes I would have poysoned my poore sister , innocence defend me .

Vil. It will , it shall , come Jacquit you both , They must not thus foole me . Mount. Madam I thought as much , my minde gave me , it Was a lye , yes , you looke like a poysoner , as much As I looke like a Hobby-horse . Cat. Was ever honest love so abused , have I So poore reward for my affection . Vil. It shall be so . Val. Madam I know not how the poyson came in , but I Feare some have betraied our plot . Cat. And how came you off my noble Count . Mount. As you see without any wounds , but much against My will I was but one , Sebastiano , that was the Principall , tooke a demurre upon their allegation : It seemes , and so the matter is rak'd up in the Embers . Val. To make a greater fire , were you so cold To credit his excuse , Antonio , I should not have beene so frozen , As you love honor and revenge , give me Some interest now , and if I doe not Shew my selfe faithfull , let Valasco have No name within your memory , let me begge , To be your Proxie sir , pitty such blood , As yours should be ignobly cast away ; Maddam speake for me . Cat. No , J had rather lost this foole . Mont. And you can get their consents . Cat. You cannot sir in honour now goe backe . J shall not thinke you love me , if my father Point you such noble service to refuse it . Mount. You heare what she sayes . Vil. Count Monte nigro . Val. I am all fire with rage . Vil. Valasco , you may accompany the Count , There may be imployment of your valour too ; Tell me at your returne , whether my sonne May prove a souldier , here 's new warrant for Antonioes death , if there be coldnesse urge it , T is my desire , I le study a better service . Val. I shall . Vil. Away then both , no complement , I wish you either Had a Pegasus , be happy , my old bloud boyles , this Must my peace secure , such sores as these must Have a desperate cure . Exeunt . Enter Sebast , Castab. Anton. Berinthia . Seb. This honor Madam of your selfe and brother , Make me unhappy , when I remember , what I came for , not to feast thus but to fight . Cast. Pitty true friendship should thus suffer . Ant. Ha ? Seb. Musicke . Ant. Some conceit of Sforza the old Captaine , Le ts entertaine it , some souldiers device , A maske of Souldiers . Godamercy Sforza . Sfor. To your stations now my brave brats of Millitary Discipline , enough , Sforza honours you , looke to your Charge Bullies , and be ready upon all occasions , My invincible dub a dub knights of the Castle , Qui vala . Enter Mounte nigro , Valasco . Val. We must speake with Don Sebastiano . Sfor. Must ? Th' art a Mushrumpe , must , in the Castle of Eluas , Monte nigro gives a letter . Ant. Friends ; Sforza . Val. What , courting Ladies , by this time 't was expected You would have courted fame sir , and woed her to you ; You shall know me better . Ant. I doubt you 'le never be better , you shall now owe me More than you shall account for . Seb. Or else my curse , that word cries out for death . Cast. My feates perplexe me . Anto. & Seb , whispers . Val. Madam I doe wonder You can forget your honour , and reflect On such unworthinesse , wherein hath Valasco Shewed you lesse merit . Ber. Sir it becomes not me To weigh your worths , nor would I learne of you How to preserve my honour . Seb. Sister . Ant. Villandras . Seb. Then J must take my leave , for I am sent for , I am sorry for your fate , Madam I am exepected By a father your vertue hath made me yours . Mount. Oh admirable phisitian ! Ant. Sforza , there is no remedie , but by all honour doe it , Sister , I am to waite on him , oh my poore girle Berinthia , my soule be with thee , for a Little time excuse my absence . Sfor. You may walke sir . Val. Antonio I must but now looke on , you were Best take a course not to out live him . Exeunt Sforza , Villandras : and Ladies . Ant. Sebastiano , I know not with what soule I draw my sword against thee Seb. Antonio I am driven in a storme To split my selfe on thee , if not , any curse — We must on sir . Mount. Rare man of art Sharkino . Vil. Guard thee Count . Enter Sfor. Val. and Ladies above . Cast.

Treacherous Sforza , hast thou brought us hither , to be stroke dead ?

Mount. Hold Gentlemen , give me audience . Seb. What 's the matter my Lord . Mount. My fit is on me , t is so , I had forgot my selfe , This is my ague day . Seb. How ? Mount.

Yes a sextile ague , looke you , doe you not see me shake , admirable Doctor , it will be as much as my life is worth if I should fight a stroke .

Seb. Hell on such basenesse , wee le engage no more ; Let our swords try it out . Val. Sebastiano hold , th art not so ill be friended , Exchange a person , I le leape the battlement . Mount.

With all my heart , I am sorry it happens so vunfortvnately , oh rare phisitian !

Vil. Good cozen grant it . Ant. What saies Sebastiano . Vil. I conjure you by all honour . Seb. It is granted ; Ber. He shall nor goe . Ant. Meete him my Lord , you will become his place of a Spectator best . Enter Valasco . Ber Sebastiano brother . Cast. Antonio , here me . Vil. Guard thee Valasco then . Cast. O brother spare him for my sake . Ber. Sebastiano every wound thou givest him , Drawes blood from me . Cast. Sebastiano , remember hee s thy friend . Ber. Antonio t is my brother , with whose blood Thou dyest thy sword . Ant. When thou liv'st againe shalt be more honorable Kils Valasco . Sebastiano doe you observe the advantage , Yet thinke upon 't . Seb. It is not in my power . I value not the odds . Ber. Hold , Antonio , is this thy love to me , it is not noble . Seb. So thy death makes the scale even . Kils Villandras . Cast. Antonio hold , Berinthia dyes . Ber. Sebastiano , Castabella sinkes for sorrow , murder , helpe I will leape downe . Ant.

Where art Berinthia , let me breath my last upon thy lip , make haste , least I die else .

Seb.

Antonio before thou dyest cut off my hand , art wounded mortally ?

Ant. To die by thee is more then death , Sforza be honest , But love thy sister for me , I me past hope , Thou hast undone another in my death . Enter Berinthia , Sforza , Mount . Ber. Antonio stay oh cruell brother . Ant. Berinthia thy lip farewell , and friend , and all the world . Sfor. The gate is open , I am sworne to render . Ber. Hee s not dead , his lips are warme , have you no balsome , a Surgeon ; dead , some charitable hand send my soule after him . Seb. Away , away . Ber. It will be easie to die , All life is but a walke in misery . Exeunt .
Actus 5. Scaen. 1. Enter Sebastiano . Seb. MY friend , my noble friend , that had deserved Most honorably from me , by this hand Divorc'd from life , and yet I have the use on t , Haplesle Sebastiano ; oh Berinthia , Let me for ever lose the name of Brother , Wilt thou not curse my memory , give me up To thy just hate a murtherer . Enter Villarezo . Vil. Ha , this must not be Sebastiano , I shall be angry if you throw not off This mellancholly , it does ill become you , Doe you repent your duty , were the action Againe presented to be done by thee : And being done , againe should challenge from thee A new performance , thou wouldst shew no blood Of Vilarezoes , if thou didst not runne To act it , though all horror , death and vengeance Dog'd thee at thy heeles ; come I am thy Father , Value my blessing , and for other peace I le to the King , let me no more see thee cloudy . Exit Enter Diego , Castabella like a page . Die. That was his Father . Cast. No more , farewell , be all silence . Exit Diego Cast. Sir . Seb. Hee s newly gone that way , mayst soone ore take him Cast. My businesse points at you sir . Seb,

At me , what newes ? thou hast a face of horrour , more welcome speake it .

Cast. If your name be Don Sebastiano , sir I have a token from a friend . Seb. I have no friend alive boy , carry it backe , T is not to me , I 've not another friend In all the world . Cast. He that hath sent you sir this gift , did love you , You le say your selfe he did . Seb. Ha , name him prethee . Cast. The friend I came from was Antonio . Seb. Thou lyest , and th art a villane , who hath sent thee To tempt Sebastianoes soule to act on thee Another death , for thus afrighting me . Cast. Indeede I doe not mocke , nor come to afright you Heaven knowes my heart , I know Antonioes dead , But t was a gift he in his life design'd To you , and I have brought it . Seb. Thou dost not promise cozenage , what gift is it ? Cast. It is my selfe sir , while Antonio liv'd , I was his boy , But never did boy loose so kinde a Master , in his life he Promised he would bestow me , so much was his love To my poore merit , on his dearest friend , And nam'd you sir , if heaven should point out To overlive him , for he knew you would Love me the better for his sake , indeed I will be very honest to you , and Refuse no service to procure your love and good opinion to me . Seb. Can it be Thou wert his boy , oh thou shouldst hate me then , Th' art false , I dare not trust thee , unto him Thou shewest thee now unfaithfull to accept Of me , I kild him thy Master , t was a friend he could commit thee to , I onely was , Of all the stocke of men his enemy , His cruellest enemy . Cast. Indeede I am sure it was , he spoke all truth , And had he liv'd to have made his will , I know He had bequeathed me as a legacy To be your boy ; alas I am willing sir To obey him in it , had he laid on me Command , to have mingled with his sacred dust , My unprofitable blood , it should have beene A most glad sacrifice , and ' thad beene honour To have done him such a duty sir , I know You did not kill him with a heart of mallice , But in contention with your very soule To part with him . Seb. All is as true as Oracle by heaven , Dost thou beleeve so ? Cast. Indeede I doe . Seb. Yet be not rash ; T is no advantage to belong to me , I have no power nor greatnesse in the Court , To raise thee to a fortune , worthy of So much observance as I shall expect when thou art mine . Cast. All the ambition of my thoughts shall be To doe my dutie sir . Seb. Besides , I shall afflict thy tendernesse With sollitude and passion , for I am Onely in love with sorrow , never merry , Weare out the day in telling of sad tales , Delight in sighes and teares ; sometimes I walke To a Wood or River purposely to challenge The bouldest Eccho , to send backe my groanes i th' height I breake e'm , come I shall undoe thee . Cast, Sir , I shall be most happy to beare part In any of your sorrowes , I nere had So hard a heart but I could shed a teare To beare my Master company . Seb. I will not leave thee if thou 'lt dwell with me For wealth of Indies , be my loved boy , Come in with me , thus I le begin to do Some recompence for dead Antonio . Enter Berinthia , Ber. So I will dare my fortune to be cruell , And like a mountanous peece of earth that suckes The balls of hot Artillery , I will stand And weary all the gunshot ; oh my soule Thou hast beene too long icy Alpes of snow ; Have buried my whole nature , it shall now Turne Element of fire , and fill the ayre With bearded Comets , threatning death and horrour For my wrong'd innocence , contemn'd , disgrac'd , Nay murther'd , for with Antonio My breath expired , and I but borrow this To court revenge for justice , if there be Those furies which doe waite on desperate men , As some have thought , and guide their hands to mischiefe . Come from the wombe of night , assist a maide Ambitious to be made a monster like you ; I will not dread your shapes , I am dispos'd To be at friendship with you , and want nought But your blacke aide to seale it . Enter Mounte Nigro and Ansilva . Mount. First I le locke up thy Gives her gold , Tongue , and tell thee my honorable meaning , so , To tell you the truth , it is a love-powder , J had it of the Brave Doctor , which I would have thee to suger The Ladies cup withall , for my sake wo't do 't : And if I marry her shat find me a noble Master , and thou shalt be my chiefe Gentlewoman In Ordinary ; keepe thy body loose , and thou shalt Want no gowne I warrant thee ; wo't do 't . Ans. My Lord , I thinke my Lady is much taken with your worth already , so that this will be superfluous , Mount. I Nay think she has cause enough , but I have a great Mind to make an end on 't , to tell you true , there are Halfe a dozen about mee , but I had rather she should have Me than an other ; and my blood is growne so boysterous For my body , that 's another thing ; so that if thou wilt Doe it Ansilva , thou wilt doe thy Lady good service , And live in the favour of Count de Monte Nigro ; I will make thy children kinne to me , if thou wo't Do 't . Ans. I am your honours handmaid , but — Mount. Here 's a Diamond , prethee weare it , be not modest . Ans. 'T is done my Lord , urge it no further . Mount. But be secret too for my honors sake , we great men Doe not love to have our actions laid open to the Broad face of the world , I le get thee with child , And marry thee to a Knight , my brave Ansilva , take The first opportunity . Ans. Jf there be any vertue in the powder , prepare to Meete your wishes my noble Lord . Moun. Thy Count de monte nigro expect to be a Lady . Exit . Ber. Ansilva . Ans. Madam . Ber. Nay you neede not hide it , I heard the conference , And know the vertue of the powder , let me see it Or I le discover all . Ans. I am undone . Ber. No , here take it againe , I le not prevent My sisters happinesse and the Counts desire , I am no Tell-tale good Ansilva giv 't her , And heavens succeede the operation , I begge on my knee ; feare not Ansilva , I am all silence . Exit . Ans. Indeede Madam , then shee shall have it presently . Exit . Enter Sebastiano , Castabella . Cast. Sir , if the opportunity I use To comfort you be held a fault , and that I keepe not distance of a servant , lay it Vpon my love ; indeede if it be an errour It springs out of my duty . Seb. Prethee boy be patient ; The more I strive to throw off the remembrance Of dead Antonio , love still rubbes the wounds To make them bleede afresh . Cast. Alas they are past , Binde up your owne for honours sake , And shew love to your selfe , pray do not lose your reason , To make your griefe so fruitlesse ; I have procur'd Some musicke sir to quiet those sad thoughts , That makes such warre within you . Seb. Alas good boy , it will but adde more weights Of dulnesse on me , I am stung with worse Than the Tarantula , to be cur'd with musicke 'T has the exactest unity , but it cannot , Accord my thoughts . Cast. Sir this your couch Seemes to invite so small repose ; Oh I beseech you taste it , I le begge A little leave to sing ; She sings Enter Berinthia . Sweete sleepe charme his sad sences , and gentle Thoughts let fall your flowing numbers , here round About hover caelestiall Angels with your wings That none offend his quiet , sleepe begins To cast his nets o're me too , I le obey , And dreame on him , that dreames not what I am . Ber. Nature doth wrestle with me , but revenge Doth arme my love against it , justice is Above all tie of blood Sebastiano Thou art the first shalt tell Antonioes ghost How much I lov'd him . She stabbes him upon his couch ; Castab. rises and runnes in . Seb. Oh stay thy hand Berinthia ? no Th' ast don 't , I wish thee heavens forgivenesse , I cannot Tarry to heare thy reasons , at many doores , My life runnes out , and yet Berinthia Doth in her name give me more wounds then these , Antonio , oh Antonio , we shall now Be friendes againe . Dies . Ber. Hee s dead , and yet I live , but not to fall Lesse then a constellation , more flames must Make up the fire that Berinthia And her revenge , must bathe in . Enter Catalina poysoned , pulling Ansilva by the haire . Cast. Sebastiano , sister . Ans. murder . Cat. There 's wild-fire in my bowells , sure I am poysoned ; Oh Berinthia . Ber. Ha , ha . Cat. Helpe me to teare Ansilva , I am poysoned by The Count and this fury . Ber. Ha , ha . Cat. Doe you laugh hereat . Ber. Yes queene of hell to see thee Sinke in the glory of thy hope for blisse : But art sure th' art poysoned , ha ? Ans. Nay I have my part on 't , I did but sip , and my belly Swells too ; call you this love-powder , Count Monte Nigro hath poysoned us both . Ber. Y' are a paire of witches , and because I le keepe your potion working , know y' are both Poyson'd by me , by me Berinthia , Being thus tormented with my wrongs , I arm'd my selfe with all provision For my revenge , and had in readinesse That faithfull poyson which i th' opportunity I put upon Ansilva for the exchange Of the amorous powder ; oh fooles , my soule Ravish thy selfe with laughter , politsion My eldest divell sister , does the heate Offend your stomacke , troth charity , a little charitie Th' onely Antidote , that 's cold enough : Looke here 's Sebastiano ; Now horrour strike thy soule , to whose fearelesse heart I sent this punyard , for Antonioes death ; And if that peece of thy damnation Ansilva had not don 't , I meant to have writ Revenge with the same point upon thy breast ; But I doe surfeit in this brave prevention : Sleepe , sleepe Antonioes ashes , and now ope Thou marbell chest to take Berinthia To mingle with his dust . Wounds her selfe . Cat. I have not so much heart as to curse , must I die ? Enter Vilarezo , Castabella , Mounte Nigro . Cast. Here my Lord , alas hee s dead , my Sebastiano Vil. Catalina . Cat. I am poyson'd . Vil. Ha , Defend good heaven , by whom . Ans. I am poysoned too . Vil. Racke not my soule amazement , t is a dreame sure . Ans. Your Love-powder hath poysoned us both . Mou. What will become of me now , I would I were hang'd To be out of my paine , by this flesh , as I am a Count . I bought it of the Doctor for good love-powder ; But Madam I hope you are not poysoned in earnest . Cat. The devill on your fooleship , oh I must walke The darke foggy way that spits fire and brimstone , No physicke to restore me ? send for Sharkino , a cooler A cooler , there 's a Smiths forge in my belly , and the Devill blowes the Bellowes , Snow-water , Berinthia Has poysoned me , sinke by mine owne engine ; I must hence , hence , farewell , will you let me die so ? Confusion , torment , death , hell . Mount. I am glad with all my heart that Berinthia has Poysoned her , yet — Ber. Oh it becomes thee bravely , heare me sir . Antonioes death and my dishonours now Have just revenge ; I stabb'd Sebastiano , poysoned my sister , Oh but they made too soone a fury of me , And split the patience , from whose dreadfull breach Came these consuming fires , your passions fruitless ; My soule is reeling forth I know not whether ; Oh father my heart weepes teares , for you I dye , oh see A maides revenge with her owne Tragedy . Cat. Ansilva , oh thou dull wretch , hell on thy cursed Weakenesse , thou gavest me The poyson , but I licke earth , hold , a gentleman Vsher to support me , oh I am gone , the poyson Now hath torne my heart in peeces , Moritur . Vil. I am Planet strucke , a direfull Tragedy , and have I no part in 't : how doe you like it , ha ? wa st not Done toth ' life ? they are my owne children ; this was My eldest girle , this Berinthia the Tragedian , Whose love by me resisted , was mother of all this Horror ; and there 's my boy too , that slew Antonio Valiantly , and fell under his sisters rage , what Art thou boy ? Cast. I le tell you now I am no boy , But haplesse Castabella , sister to The slaine Antonio , I had hop'd to have Some recompence by Sebastianoes love , For whose sake in disguise I thus adventur'd To purchase it , but death hath ravisht us , And here I bury all my joyes on earth . Mount. Sweet lady , here 's Count de Monte nigro alive To be your servant . Cast. Hence dull greatnesse . Vil. Were you a friend of Sebastiano then ? Cast. I le give you testimony . Vil. No , I beleeve you , but thou canst not be my daughter ; T is false , he lies that sayes Beriathia Was author of their deathes , 't was Villarezo , A fathers wretched curiosity , dead , dead , dead . Cast. And I will leave the world too , for I meane To spend the poore remainder of my dayes In some Religious house , married to heaven , And holy prayers for Sebastianoes soule , And my lost brother . Vil. Will you so ? Cast. I pray let Castabella have the honour To enshrine his bones , and when my breath expires , For sorrow promiseth I shall not live To see more Sunnes , let me be buried by him As neere as may be possible , that in death Our dust may meete , oh my Sebastiano , Thy wounds are mine . Vil. Come I am arm'd , take up their bodies , Castabella you Are not chiefe mourner here , he was my sonne , Remember that , Berinthia first , she was the Youngest , put her i th' pithole first , then Catalina ; Strow , strow flowers enough upon em , for they Were maides ; now Sebastiano , take him Vp gently , he was all the sonnes I had ; now March , come you and I are twinnes in this dayes Vnhappinesse , wee 'le match together , follow close Wee 'le overtake em , softly , and as we go , Wee 'le dare our fortune for another woe . FJNIS .
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Read when you have leasure , and let the Author be fortunate to be knowne 〈◊〉 At Lisbone worthy friend , so much engage me That I must dye endebted to your worth , ●perlative good it cannot : For he's no friend is not superlative , Indulgent parents , brethren , kindred brethre ● is not superlative , Indulgent parents , brethren , kindred , tied By the naturall flow of pron●●● they execute At best , but what a nature prompts e'm to , Are often lesse then friends ●●●e'm execute At best , but what a nature pron e'm to , Are often lesse then friends , when whe ● ●●●e'm to , Are often lesse then friends , when they remaine our kinsmen still , but friend ●ur often lesse then friends , when they remaine our kinsmen still , but friend is never lost friendshi ● I would be friend and brother , thus our friendship Shall like a diamond set in gold not loose ▪ them worthy , come shalt go and see them : I would not beg them sutors , fame hath Ave ●o Through Portugall their persons , and drawne to Avero . Many affectionate gallants . Cata ●lina Catalina and Berinthia Repo ●t Report speakes loud their beauties , and no less 〈◊〉 either well , I see you strive To leave no merrit where you meane to honour , I 〈◊〉 otherwise 〈◊〉 leave no 〈◊〉 where you meane to honour , I cannot otherwise escape the censure Of one ingratefull ●ne honour , I 〈◊〉 otherwise escape the censure Of one ingratefull , but by waiting on you Home ●●ero ingratefull , but by waiting on you Home to Avero S ●ster not so much choise Sebastiane , But if one Sister of Antonios , May have a commendation to ●irra What gallants sirra are they newly entred ? educa ●ion age with hope , and hath returnd My care in education , weight for weight With noble ●●ai ●ty ●●ai education , weight for weight With noble quality ●ty , will belov'd ●●th best O ●h Dons in ●●th weight With noble ●●ai ●ty , will belov'd byth best O ●h Dons in Spaine and Portugall , ●h noble ●●ai ●ty , will belov'd ●●th best O th Dons in Spaine and Portugall , whose loves 〈◊〉 often threten his absence to such length As this hath beene . Ente ● Enter Count de ●onte Nigro , and 〈◊〉 ▪ Coun ● Ente ● Count de ●onte Nigro , and 〈◊〉 ▪ ●onte Ente ● Count de monte Nigro , and 〈◊〉 ▪ 〈◊〉 Ente ● Count de ●onte Nigro , and Catalina ▪ ▪ Ente ● Count de ●onte Nigro , and 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 But Heres my eldest daughter With her amorous ●eres 〈◊〉 Heres my eldest daughter With her amorous Count ●eshrew You have beene absent long my noble Count , beshrew me but I dreamt on you last night . 〈…〉 little ground , to returne with a greater Force of love , now by my fathers sword And gauntlet thart pretio ●s by my fathers sword And gauntlet thart a pretious peece of vertue , But prethee what didst p ●ethee gauntlet thart a pretious peece of vertue , But prethee what didst dreame of me last night ? knee ● , that I was fighting For thee up to the knees in blood , why I dare doo't , Such dreames 〈◊〉 wounds and ambuscadoes , Donzell Delphebo Was a Mountebank of vallour , Rosicbeere a puffe R ●sicbeere Donzell Delphebo Was a Mountebank of vallour , Rosicbeere a puffe ; My dreames deserve to be ith Chronicles pu ●fe Was a Mountebank of vallour , Rosicbeere a puffe ; My dreames deserve to be ith Chronicles ●ighting I dreamt that you were fighting . Re ●cued You slew a giant , and you no sooner had Rescued my honour , but there crept a pigmee Out ●atalina Hercules Had a conflict with'em , oh my Dona Catalina I well would I were so happy once to Maintaine ▪ I have never yet flesht my selfe in blood , no body Would quarell with me , but I finde fi ●de blood ▪ no body Would quarell with me , but I finde my spirit prompt If occasion would but winke spiri ● body Would quarell with me , but I finde my spirit prompt If occasion would but winke at me 〈◊〉 occasion would but winke at me , why not ? wherefore has Nature given me these brawny armes , ●ling these Collossian supporters nothing but to sling The sledge , or pitch the bare , and play Ax ●etrees sledge , or pitch the bare , and play with Axletrees ; if thou lovest me , do but command me 〈◊〉 worthy service ; pox a dangers I weigh 'em no More than fleabitings , would some body per ●orme guifts , whose acceptation does not Binde to performe what every giver craves ; Without a staine wa ●es gildes the day , nor the Sea lord Of his owne waues . r ●pture motion I can call my owne , But by a higher rapture , in obedience To a father , and I have C 〈…〉 Cou. C 〈…〉 Count. 〈◊〉 Val. 〈…〉 But I hope faire . 〈◊〉 Count. 〈…〉 Shoote home then , Valasco I have 〈…〉 my miseris , 〈…〉 home then ; Valasco I have 〈…〉 my miseris with a paper 〈…〉 〈…〉 home then , Valasco I have Presented my miseris with a paper of verses , see 〈…〉 miseris with a paper of verses , see she Is reading of 'em . 〈◊〉 Val. 〈…〉 Didst make em thy selfe 〈◊〉 Cou. 〈…〉 My money did , what an idle question is that 〈◊〉 great men , are not furnished with stipendary Muses, am sure for my owne part I can buy 'em Cheape Cheaper 〈◊〉 am sure for my owne part I can buy 'em Cheaper 〈◊〉 can make 'em a great deale , would You 〈◊〉 sure for my owne part I can buy 'em Cheape than I can make 'em a great deale , would You have 〈…〉 have learning have no reward , she laughs At 'em, I am glad of that . 〈◊〉 Ber. our They 〈…〉 savour o ● a true Poeticke fury . o ● They 〈…〉 our of a true Poeticke fury . 〈◊〉 Cata. li ●● But this line my think hath more more feete than the think But this li ●● my thinks hath more more feete than the rest . 〈◊〉 Cou. 〈◊〉 It sho'd run the better for that Lady , I did it Ca 〈…〉 Cata. ●●●ses conceit , my owne invention , lame Halting verses , theres the greatest Art , besides I T T 〈…〉hy theres the greatest Art , besides I Thereby give you to understand , that I am valiant 〈…〉 give you to understand , that I am valiant , Dare cut of legs and armes at all times and make 'em i ● my enemies , I am An ●ambographier now it is out . 〈◊〉 sourest versifiers that ever crept out of Pernassus when I set on't . I ●●n make any body hang ●●n ever crept out of 〈◊〉 when I set on't . I can make any body hang himselfe With 〈◊〉 Iambick 〈◊〉 . I ●●n make any body hang himselfe With pure Iambick ● , I can fetch blood with Asclepiads Iambick ● ●●n make any body hang himselfe With 〈◊〉 Iambicks , I can fetch blood with Asclepiads 〈…〉 Asce ●p With 〈◊〉 Iambick ● , I can fetch blood with Asclepiads 〈…〉 st ●●ad ● with hexameter and pentameter 〈…〉 Iambick ● , I can fetch blood with Asclepiads Sting, with Phalenciums whip, with Saphicks st ●●ad ● with hexameter and pentameter ●●ad I can fetch blood with Asclepiads 〈…〉 st Bastinado ● with hexameter and pentameter , and Yet ● can fetch blood with Asclepiads 〈…〉 st ●●ad , with hexameter and pentameter , and Yet 〈◊〉 and pentameter , and Yet I have a trimeter left for thee my Dona Catalina 〈◊〉 Ber. 〈…〉 sory love hath beene unkind to you . To p point at me , who , till the first have knit The gre ●nenesse noblenesse , and encourage me To spend the greenenesse of my rising yeares So to 〈◊〉 , that at 〈◊〉 the greenenesse of my rising yeares So to thadvantage , that at last I may Be old like you . 〈◊〉 Vila. 〈◊〉 Count. 〈…〉 Howes that? she sayes he is most welcome , he were Not 〈◊〉 Val. I ● It we ●e not truely noble to affront him we ●e I ● were not truely noble to affront him ; My 〈◊〉 me , it shall I coole againe , The place is venerable by her presence , And I may be 〈◊〉 And I may be deceiv'd , Valasco then Keepe distance with thy feares . A●t ●. Anto. loft How now Antonio , where hast thou lost thy selfe ? Strucke dead with Ladies eyes Catalin ●s excellent creatures , there is A Majestie in Catalinas eye , and every part carries ambition Or B ●rinthi ●s 〈…〉 carries ambition Or Queene upon it , yet Berinthia Hath something more than all this praise 〈…〉 ambition Or Queene upon it , yet Berinthiaes Hath something more than all this praise , though ▪ Command the world , this hath more power ore me ; Here I have lost my freedome , not the Queene 〈…〉 I have lost my freedome , not the Queene Of love could thus have wounded poore Antonio ' ' 〈…〉 could thus have wounded poore Antonio : 〈◊〉 speake to her ; Lady I'm an Novice , 〈◊〉 〈…〉 could thus have wounded poore Antonio ' Ile speake to her ; Lady I'm an Novice , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 speake to her ; Lady I'm an Novice , yet in love . 〈◊〉 Ber. ●ests She jests at me , yet I should be proud to be Your 〈◊〉 Val. . 〈…〉 seeme to court her , and in presence too Of some that have engaged themselves perhaps 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈…〉 that have engaged themselves perhaps To her already . Do ● and He were ten Antonios , but the Ladies Don , the Ladies . 〈◊〉 but for all that he had most mind to your mistris , And I do not see but if he pursue it , ht I have lesse Cause to feare o'th two ; if he love not Catalina ● My game is free , and Catalin Cause to feare o'th two ; if he love not Catalina ● My game is free , and I may have a course sawey And yet now I thinke on't , he was very sawcey With my love to support her arme , which ●u Leave off soliciting , yet I was welcome , you fed on nothing but Berinthia , From whose ●fed off soliciting , yet I was welcome , you fed on nothing but Berinthia , From whose faire ●nto whose faire eyes love threw a thousand flames into Antonios heart , her cheeks bewraying As Antonio ● faire eyes love threw a thousand flames into Antonios heart , her cheeks bewraying As many amorous Ant●. Anto. bass ●ed Catalina is my mistris , I do not meane to be baffled While this toole has any steele in't , and Count▪ Count. ▪ Count . Coun ● words , or you shall be sensible that I am Count De monte Nigro , and she's no dish for Don ▪ shall discover a passion through my eyē . Antonio ● sir , This entertainement is so much above Antonios merit , if I leave you not I shall be out trissle leave me Without discourtesie so soone , we triffle time , This night you are my guest , my Val ●sco are my guest , my honored Count , My Don Valasco . auother like Barge-men when they row . Ile looke another way then that I goe . Ansilvae Enter Catalina and Ansilva . ANsilv ● Ansilva you observe with curious eye All Gentlemen yon Ansilva you observe with curious eye All Gentlemen that tarrries second you , and who dost thinke Is cause he tarries here . curs ●e word to save an oath , for all she made me a cursie , it was not good manners to leave mee so thu ● I should be thus a disobedient daughter A Fathers Hests are longe ● I hope sir , now we shall enjoy you longer ▪ ▪ hope sir , now we shall enjoy you longer . ● sonner be sicke with Nectar , than Antoni Antonio Grow weary of such faire societie ; But Crow be sicke with Nectar , than Antoni Antonio Grow weary of such faire societie ; But I am soo ●e sayes she has power to take her leave So soone , no hurt ath' world in't , I hope she is Co ●nt. Count. ●ould into these parts , I desire humbly I may be bould to rub acquaintance with Mistresse Ansilva y ●u Madam , I hope you will not be an enemy to a poore Flye that fl ●me enemy to a poore Flye that is taken in the flame of the blind god . Antiqu ●tie I honour the Antiquitie of her maidenhead , thou Mistresse of my ga ●e We'le bring you to the game . snffer stripling , have I seene so many maiden-heades suffer before me , and must mine come to the blocke ●eres have beene overrunne with this love ? but Heres my Lady . aff ●ction Hath your affection had no deeper roote , That tis rent up already B ●rinthia You love Berinthia . dedicare Doth not Antonio dedicate his thoughts To your acceptance , 'tis impossible c ●zening see the Fountaine that sent forth So many cozening streames , you would say Styx Were Christ ●he knew did love me , that he might Fire him the more to consummate my marriage That I disposed ▪ your injury , I could not Be silent in it . what you meane to doe I leave to your owne troubies pitty you , and the more , because I see your troubles so amaze your judgement , Ile tell you my con ●ident my Father , She promis'd you her love , be confident To say you did exchange faith to her ; this de sert see is honourable , So much I suffer when desert is wounded , You shall have my assistance ●wish And strucke in the maturity , noble sir ; J wish You onely fortunate in Berinthias love . Villand ●a ● Enter Cast abella and Villandras . Villandros name Of friendship in his breast , pardon Villandras , Tis not to straine your love , whom I fa ●e sir , As did become you , to proceede so farre Without my knowledge , give me leave to for feit forget my nature if she dare Make so soone forfeit of her piety ; Oh where is that same awfull ▪ Exit Val . prosecu ●e thy owne fame , he must not have accesse To prosecute , it was my doting sinne , Of too much confidence Dieg ● Enter Sebastiano , Berinthia , Ansilva , Diego meetes them ▪ ▪ , Berinthia , Ansilva , Diego meetes them . deject d I see this cloud Vanish already , be not dejected , soone Ile know the depth ont ▪ should ▪ not dejected , soone Ile know the depth ont , should the world forsake thee , Thou shalt noching to come to a judgement . My cause craves nothing but justice , That is , that you would be ●arre With the same comfort a distressed Sea man A farre off , viewes the coast he would enjoy , ▪ she moved put up the Letter , it fals downe . preth ●e Yes , prethee doe Ansilva in this gallery , I breathe A ●silva Yes , prethee doe Ansilva in this gallery , I breathe but too much purp ●se My journey were to no purpose else Madam ▪ I apprehend her . ile waite ▪ My journey were to no purpose else Madam , I apprehend her . ile waite an opportunity ● to no purpose else Madam ▪ I apprehend her . ile waite an opportunity , alas poore lady opport ●nity else Madam ▪ I apprehend her . ile waite an opportunity , alas poore lady , is my sweete heart become I ady her . ile waite an opportunity , alas poore lady , is my sweete heart become a jaylor , there's j ●ylor poore lady , is my sweete heart become a jaylor , there's hope of an office without money ●s. A Ans. ▪ can pierce stone walls Madam , I am sure . Cat▪ Cat. H ● Ha , whats this ? a Letter to Berinthia ▪ from ▪ Ha , whats this ? a Letter to Berinthia , from whom Subscrib'd ? Antonio , what devill ▪ torment me not , ha , while I am Antonio , expect Not I can be other then thy servant A ●e other then thy servant , all my thoughts Are made sacred with thy remembrance , whose tex ●d both your hearts , and every Character Beene texed with blood , I would have tir'd mine eyes ▪ change our ayre , This is beyond my patience , sleepe in this And never wake to honour 〈◊〉 Thus, you shall steale her away ▪ ▪ 〈◊〉 you shall steale her away . 〈◊〉 Val. . ●hen Oh when ' 〈…〉 Provide Such trusty friends , but let it not be knowne Vpon 〈◊〉 your honour , I assist you in't . And after midnight when soft sleepe hath charm'd All sences s ●eepe assist you in't . And after 〈◊〉 when soft sleepe hath charm'd All sences 〈◊〉 the Garden gate 〈◊〉 when soft sleepe hath charm'd All sences enter the Garden gate . Which shall to open for chambe ● Which shall to open for you , to know her chamber A candle shall direct you in the Window 〈◊〉 A candle shall direct you in the Window , Ansilva shall attend too , and provide To give you 〈◊〉 soone convey her to what place you thinke Secure and most convenient , in small time You pr ●cure and most convenient , in small time You may procure your owne conditions ▪ But sir you must ▪ time You may procure your owne conditions ; But sir you must engage your selfe to use S ● heaven forsake me then , was ever mortall So bound to womans care , my mothers was Halfe 〈◊〉 Cat. Cat▪ Cat. w ●ll So , when gentle physicke will not serve , we must Apply more active , mus ● when gentle physicke will not serve , we must Apply more active , but there is Yet a receipt ●pply gentle physicke will not serve , we must Apply more active , but there is Yet a receipt ●eceipt must Apply more active , but there is Yet a receipt behind ; Valascoes shallow , And will be Va ●as ●oes active , but there is Yet a receipt behind ; Valascoes shallow , And will be planet strucke , to ●leepe hell can furnish me with such a poyson , sleepe thy last sister , whilst thou livest I have 〈◊〉 last sister , whilst thou livest I have , No quiet in my , my rest thy grave . ● Exi Exit Diegocomes Diego comes from behinde the hangings . ●rom Diego comes from behinde the hangings . 〈◊〉 Die. brerder Goe thy wayes , and the devill wants a breeder thou Art for him , one spirit and her selfe pereeive love hangings the better while I live : I perceive some good may be done behind em ▪ But ile ▪ perceive some good may be done behind em , But ile acquaint my Lady Berinthia , Heres ▪ Berinthia above . Ya ●e Ya're undone , undone lost , undone for ever ; deat ● that Valasco shall bee suspected for your death , what will you doe ? s ●all Rest to me , I have a crotchet in my pate shall spoyle Their musicke , and prevent all danger Exeu ●t Exeunt conju . ringh viols , pictures of wax characters , wands , conjuring habit , Powders paintings , and Scarabeo ●●t pictures of wax characters , wands , conjuring habit , Powders paintings , and Scarabeo . a ● tongue tide , scrue your selfe halfe out at one of the crevices , and give me notice ●ucus This fucus beares A lively tincture , oh the checke mnst beares A lively tincture , oh the checke must blush That weares it , their deceiv'd that Ansilus Enter Ansilva . 〈◊〉 on't , oh Ladies may now and then commit a slip and have some colour for't , but these are 〈…〉 have some colour for't , but these are but the outsides of our art , the things we can prescribe ▪ poysons I warrant you , how doe they looke , pray lets see one . Sharkin ● Is your name Signior Sharkino the famous Doctor . Doct ●r Is your name Signior Sharkino the famous Doctor . 〈…〉 I am Count de Monte Nigro . ▪ sublimity doth illustrate this habitation ; Is there any thing wherein Sharkino may 〈…〉 there any thing wherein Sharkino may expresse His humble service ? if ought within the circumference cel ●itude Mathematicall science , May have acceptance with your celsitude , it shall devolve it selfe . ●t May have acceptance with your celsitude , it shall devolve it selfe . 〈◊〉 Coun. 〈◊〉 Take heede I beseech your honour , they are dangerous hon ●ur Take 〈◊〉 I beseech your honour , they are dangerous , this is the devils devis honour , they are dangerous , this is the devils 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 , they are dangerous , this is the devils girdle , wh ●t A pox oth devill , what have I doe with him , inferra ●l With sacred characters against the power Of infernall spirits , within whose round I can tread Sa ●ely spirits , within whose round I can tread Safely , when hell burnes round about me . p ●rson hearing Of your skill , I am come in my owne person , for A fragment of your art , harke you 〈◊〉 fragment of your art , harke you , have you any Receipts to procure love sir ? Here ● Here's a powder whose ingrediences were fetchd Arab ●● powder whose ingrediences were fetchd From Arabia the happy , a sublimation of the Phoenix Colo ●r she last burned her selfe , it beares the Colour of sinamon , two or three souples put into 〈◊〉 into A cup of wine , fetches up her heart , she can scarce Keepe it in , for running out scar ●e cup of wine , fetches up her heart 〈◊〉 can scarce Keepe it in , for running out of her mouth nob ●e , for running out of her mouth to you My noble Lord . ●t. Co Cout. Ven ●s Iupiter , the 4 Mars , the 5 Sol , the 6 Venus , the 7 Mercury , ha then it was stolne ● 3. muff ●ed Count comes from behind the Hangings and muffled in a cloake steales of the Stage . mu ●fled Marke this fellow muffled in the cloake , he hath stolne your spoones ●Foote 'Foote tis strange , he lookes like a theefe , ●this 'Foote tis strange , he lookes like a theefe , this Doctor I see is cunning . ● strange , he lookes like a theefe , this Doctor I see is cunning . ● breeches sometimes ; sweets Mr. Doctor , am I a maid still or no , I would be sorry to loose e have no mercy when I set on't , I have made em all poore Iohns , impudent varlets ; talke ●mall no mercy when I set on't , I have made em all poore Iohns , impudent varlets ; talke to totherday cannot be kept in , chaines will not hold me : tother day for a lesse matter than this , I kickt cu ●its man doe you thinke he was ? He was twelve cubits high , and three yards compasse at the waste keew very strange , I nere saw the like , I never knew Spiders and Toades were such good meates ●well It shall nere swell him , by to morrow hee shall be an inch pellers fury , I may take e'm often ; heres for your pellets of Lozenges , what rare physicke is this R ●rely have it so sure in my belly , it will worke Rarely twelve houres hence . ar ●●'d Antonio , Villandras , Diego , vizzardid and arm'd . poo ●e was a cordiall my Lady Vs'd her selfe , and poore foole she has swallowed it Sure . ●wallowed Vs'd her selfe , and poore foole she has swallowed it Sure . V●l●sco ●sco Enter V Valasco , a friend or two armed . infufferably round , oh teach me to be mad , I am abus'd , insufferably tormented , My very soule is whipt , it ● How Berin . gone ? call up the servants , Ansilva , how wast op ● Her Chamber broken ope , and shee tane thence this night . thi ● Chamber broken ope , and shee tane thence this night . stolene , so , as you were saying , Berinthia was stolne ● Way by some body , and — ● Way as you were saying , Berinthia was stolne away by some body , and — ●one Let none have the honour to revenge , but I the wrongd Val ●sco the honour to revenge , but I the wrongd Valasco , let me beg it sir . ●be age me thinkes , And combat him my selfe : be thine the glory , This staine will never Thirsleth have not I commission , I have a sword , Thirsteth to be acquainted with his veines ; It is va ●lant you accompany my brother , you I know are valiant . prese ●tly Any whither , Ile make me ready presently . A ●tonio Enter Antonio , Berinthia , Castabella , Villandras , po ●●esse Villandras yare not sensible what treasure You possesse , I have no loves , I would not here divide ●or. S Sfor. ya ●e Safe armies , and guard ; Berinthia ya're a Lady , But I meane not to court you : a ●d court you : guard ●notha , here's A Toledo , and an old arme , tough bones and sinewes , bra ●●e old bones Of his Father , th'ast a wall of brasse about thee My young Daffodill . D ●ffodill th'ast a wall of brasse about thee My young Daffodill . o busse jerkin , that hath look'd ith face of an Army , and he lies like a termagant , upo ● Castle , but ile command fire to the gunnes , upon ● any Renegado that confronts us , set thy b ● Come be not sad . Cas ●. Cast. l ●id Can you be ignorant what plot was laid To take your faire life from you . Yo ●r If all be not a dreame , I doe remember Your servant Diego told me wenders , and I owe Sh ●ote Shoote not at Buts , Cupids an archer , here a atcher Shoote not at Buts , Cupids an archer , here a faire marke , a f fooles bolts ●oles Cupids an archer , here a faire marke , a f fooles bolts soone shot , my names Sforza still Berinthi ● By such an honourer as Antonio is Of faire Berinthia . Berinthi ● Faine not your selfe so haplesse my Berinthia , Raise your dejected thoughts , be merry Ralse not your selfe so haplesse my Berinthia , Raise your dejected thoughts , be merry , come ragamus ●ian wals , shall spit fire in the faces of any ragamuffian that dares say , we dare not fight pell mell Diogo Enter Diego hastily . thēe What , to see thee ? he shall see thee hēre . Respected like thy selfe , Berinthia Sebas ●iano she give consent , treads on his grave , Sebastiano , y'are unnoble then , Tis I that said it seeme ● So it seemes . perso ● redeliver , Or keepe her with the danger of thy person , Thou canst not be my brother , till we ca ●st her with the danger of thy person , Thou canst not be my brother , till we first Be allied ●ot with the danger of thy person , Thou canst not be my brother , till we first Be allied i ● not be my brother , till we first Be allied in blood . ●hat Promise me the hearing , And that have any satisfaction , Becomes my fame S ●v'd To dye your sword with any blood of him , Sav'd both her life and honour ? poyso ● Force to this goodly building , and through poyson Had rob'd the earth of more then all the H ●d this goodly building , and through poyson Had rob'd the earth of more then all the world I ● Beneath my honour , and I dare by goodnesse , In such a quarrell kill thee : but heare all thest so Valasco should have borne the shame Of theft and murther ; how doe you like this sir co ●e my names Sforza sir , you were not best to come here to brave us , unlesse you have more ●t , unlesse you have more legges and armes at home , I have a saza shall picke holes in a ●d saza shall picke holes in your doublet , and firke your shankes , my gallimaufry . gallimau ●ry your doublet , and firke your shankes , my gallimaufry . Berinthi ● I cannot but beleeve it , oh Berinthia , I am wounded ere I fight . ▪ Holds your resolve yet constant ? if you have Better opinion of your sword ●my Take a time to informe your father sir , my noble Cozen is to be found here constant Berinthi ● , I have heard you to no purpose , shall Berinthia Backe to Avero . ● Choose thee a second then , this Count and I Meane to leave honor here . 〈◊〉 Tis done , Sebastiano shall report Antonio just and noble , Sforza sweare Vpon my Sword ●hou And wilt thou be dishonourd ? Faithsir Faith sir , if you please take a time to thinke ● Enough , not a Masty upon the Castle wall , But shall barke too , I congratulate thee Sebasti ●●● Well said my brave Adelautado , come Sebastiano , And my Birinthia by to morrow we shall challe ●ge From theeves and robbers , none of us can challenge Such right to wealth and fortuues of the Vilarez ●es infamy unreveng'd , It will be a barre in Vilarezoes armes Past all posterity ; Cat ●lina Come Catalina , thou wilt stay with me , Prepare to welcome daugh ●er Your daughter sir ? ●ut her selfe a bastard , and deserves To be cut off like a disordered branch , Disgracing reven ●e Antonio Have plaied the theefe , let your revenge fall there , Which were I trusted with , f ●●y with , although I doubt not Sebastianoes fury ; he should feele it More heavy than his beco ●e 'T will become you ; but I marvell we hearē nothing Of succes ●e but I marvell we hearē nothing Of their successe at Eluas . by this time I would have sent Elu ●s marvell we hearē nothing Of their successe at Eluas . by this time I would have sent Antonio Mo ●. Mou. be ●ray'd Am I betray'd ? Moun ●. Mount. Howe ● Howes this , I steale Berinthia ? n ●t shall , come Jacquit you both , They must not thus foole me . ●e thought as much , my minde gave me , it Was a l lye , yes , you looke like a poysoner , as much ▪ No name within your memory , let me begge , To be your Proxie sir , pitty such blood eithe ● Away then both , no complement , I wish you either Had a Pegasus , be happy , my old bloud ▪ Some conceit of Sforza the old Captaine , Lets entertaine it , some souldiers device ●odamercy souldiers device , A maske of Souldiers . Godamercy Sforza . Sfor ●● device , A maske of Souldiers . Godamercy Sforza . mustin Must ? Th'art a Mushrumpe , must, in the Castle of El ●●● , Monte nigro gives El ●●● Th'art a Mushrumpe , mustin the Castle of Eluas , Monte nigro gives a letter . W ●at What , courting Ladies , by this time 'twas expected ●ou I doubt you'le never be better , you shall now owe me More than you shall account whisper ● Anto. & Seb , whispers , Anto. & Seb , whisper ● . reslect doe wonder You can forget your honour , and reflect On such unworthinesse , wherein hath Valasco Villandra ● Villandras . ● Oh admirable phisitian ! Sfor ●● Sforza , there is no remedie , but by all honour 〈…〉 I am to waite on him , oh my poore girle Berinthia, my soule be with thee , for a 〈…〉 my absence . 〈…〉 oh my poore girle 〈…〉 be with thee , for a Little time excuse my absence . w ●lke You may walke sir . 〈◊〉 Val. A ●●onio Antonio I must but now looke on , you were Best Bes ● Antonio I must but now looke on , you were Best take 〈…〉 to out live him . 〈…〉 must but now looke on , you were Best take a course not to out live him . 〈◊〉 Sebastiano , I know not with what soule I draw my sword ● 〈◊〉 , I know not with what soule I draw my sword against thee 〈◊〉 Seb. An ●onio Antonio I am driven in a storme To 〈◊〉 my selfe 〈◊〉 Antonio I am driven in a storme To split my selfe on thee , if not , any curse — Sfor ●a Treacherous Sforza , hast thou brought us hither , to be stroke Se●. Seb. 〈…〉 My fit is on me, tis so, I had forgot my selfe , This is my ague 〈◊〉 , looke you , doe you not see me shake , admirable Doctor , it will be as much as my life is ● it will be as much as my life is worth if I should fight a stroke . v ●cele Hell on such basenesse , weele engage no more ; Let our swords try it out ●words basenesse , weele engage no more ; Let our swords try it out . Sebast ●●o Sebastiano hold , thart not so ill be friended , Exchange Withall With all my heart , I am sorry it happens so vunfortvnately ●●for ●nately Withall my heart , I am sorry it happens so vunfortvnately , oh rare phisitian ! phis ●tian sorry it happens so vunfortvnately , oh rare phisitian ! 〈◊〉 Vil. ●nt. Ant. faies What saies 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 What saies Sebastiano . V ●●. Vil. Mee ●e Meete him my Lord , you will become his place Vi ●●andras Kils Villandras . ●st. C Cast. tho ● Antonio before thou dyest cut off my hand , art wounded mortally ▪ Antonio stay oh cruell brother . Surgeo ● lips are warme , have you no balsome , a Surgeon ; dead , some charitable hand send my soule ●●d and Refuse no service to procure your love and good opinion to me . T ●is Yet be not rash ; Tis no advantage to belong to me , I have no Berinthis Enter Berinthia , Come ●s of fire , and fill the ayre With bearded Comets , threatning death and horrour For my wrong'd disgrac ●d horrour For my wrong'd innocence , contemn'd , disgrac'd , Nay murther'd , for with Antonio My breath Nigr Enter Mounte Nigro ● and Ansilva . Nigr And live in the favour of Count de Monte Nigro ● ; I will make thy children kinne to me S ●emes Sir this your couch Seemes to invite so small repose ; Oh I beseech ●estiall flowing numbers , here round About hover cae caelestiall Angels with your wings That none offend conftellation yet I live , but not to fall Lesse then a constellation , more flames must Make up the fire that Swelleto part on't , I did but sip , and my belly Swelle to ● ; call you this love-powder , Count to ● on't , I did but sip , and my belly Swelle too ; call you this love-powder , Count Monte there ● ? send for Sharkino , a cooler A cooler , theres a Smiths forge in my belly , and the Devill poy ●oned Have just revenge ; I stabb'd Sebastiano , poysoned my sister , Oh but they made too soone a Villarez Beriathia Was author of their deathes , 'twas Villarezo ● , A fathers wretched curiosity , dead