THE BIRD IN A CAGE.  
A Comedy. As it hath been Presented at the Phoenix in Drury-Lane. The Author JAMES SHIRLEY, Servant to Her Majesty.  
IUVEN. Satyra. 7.  
Et Spes, & ratio Studiorum, in Caesare tantum.  
LONDON  
Printed by B. Alsop. and T. Faucet. for William Cooke, and are to be sold at his Shop near Furnivals-Inn Gate, in Holborn. 1633.   

The Persons.  

DUKE of Mantua.  
PERENOTTO Captain of his Guard.  
PHILENZO Lover of Eugenia, under the Disguise and Name of Rollyardo.  


Noblemen.  
FVL. 10.  
ORPIANO.    


Courtiers.  
MORELLO,  
DONDOLO,  
Grutti.    
Ambassador of Florence.  
BONAMICO a mountebank, or decayed Artist.  
SERVANT. GVARD. Attendants.   

EUGENIA the Duke's daughter.  


Lady's Attendant on the Princess.  
DONELLA,  
CATHERINA,  
MARDONA,  
FIDELIA,  
CASSIANA.      

To Master WILLIAM PRINNE, utter-barrister of Lincolns-inn.  
SIR,  
THe fame of your Candour and Innocent Love to Learning, especially to that Musical part of humane knowledge Poetry, and in particular to that which concerns the Stage and Scene (your self as I hear, having lately written a Tragedy) doth justly challenge from me this Dedication. I had an early desire to congratulate your happy Retirement, but no Poem could tempt me with so fair a circumstance as this in the Title, wherein I take some delight to think (not without imitation of yourself) who have ingeniously fancied such Elegant and apposite names, for your own Compositions, as Health's Sickness, The Unloveliness of love-locks, &c.) how aptly I may present you at this time, with The Bird in a Cage. A Comedy, which wanteth I must confess, much of that Ornament, which the Stage and Action lent it, for it comprehending also another Play or Interlude, personated by Ladies, I must refer to your imagination, The Music, the Songs, the Dancing, and other varieties, which I know would have pleased you infinitely in the Presentment. I was the rather inclined to make this Oblation, that Posterity might read you a Patron to the Muses, and one that durst in such a Critical Age, bind up the Wounds which Ignorance had printed upon wit and the Professors: Proceed (Inimitable Maecenas) and having such convenient leisure, and an Pegasus, I mean your Prose (which scorneth the Road of Common sense, and despiseth any Style in his way) travel still in the pursuit of new discoveries, which you may publish if you please, in your next Book of Digressions. If you do not happen presently to convert the Organs, you may in time confuse the Steeple, and bring every Parish to one Bell.—  
This is all I have to say at this time, and my own Occasions not permitting my personal attendance, I have entreated a Gentleman to deliver this Testimony of my Service, many faults have escaped the Press, which your judgement will no sooner find, than your Mercy correct, by which you shall teach others a Charity to your own Volumes, though they be all Errata. If you continue where you are, you will every day enlarge your fame, and beside the engagement of other Poets to Celebrate your Roman Constancy, in particular oblige the Tongue and Pen of your Devout Honourer,—  
JAMES SHIRLEY.   

THE BIRD IN A CAGE.  

Actus. I.  

Scaena. I.  Enter Fulvio, Orpiano. Orpiano. 
HE does not mean this building for a College, I hope?  Fulv. 
That were an ill Foundation, there are more Scholars then can live one by another already; 'tis pity we should have more plenty of learned Beggars.  Orp. 
'Tis past all my conjecture, why he built it.  Fulv. 

Signior Perenotto, Captain o'th' Guard  
Is of Counsel only with the Duke in't.   Enter Morello. Mor. 
Signior Orpiano, and Fulvio.  Fulv. 
My Spark? Whither in such haste? Let us change Air a little.  Mor. 
You are travailing to your Mistress.  Orp. 
Madam Donella is newly returned to Court.  Fulv. 
With the Princess?  Orp. 

She was but late retired into the Country:  
What's the matter?   Mor. 

Your Lordships I hope have heard, the Duke sent  
Post for them, as they say, there is something in't.   Fulv. 
What?  Mor. 
Does not your Lordship know?  Fulv. 
Not I.  Mor. 
Your Lordship's wisdom and mine is much about a scantling then, yet for aught I hear, there be others of the Court as ignorant as we— your Honours pardon I beseech you, I must in all haste to the princess's Lodging.  Orp. 

Farewell Signior.  
Your amorous lock has a hair out of order.   Mor. 
umh? what an oversight was this of my Barber, I must return now and have it corrected, dear Sign.  Ex. Fulv. 
Here's a Courtier that will not miss a hair of his Compliment, when he is to appear before his Mistress: every morning does this fellow put himself upon the Rack, with putting on's apparel, and manfully endures his tailor, when he screws and wrists his body into the fashion of his doublet— but that the Court cannot subsist without a Fool, I should marvel what this fellow does to follow it.  Orp. 
There are more have much about his parcel of Brains, the benefit of youth and good clothes procured their places, and ignorance and impudence have since maintained 'em.  Fulv. 
Two great helps as the world goes.  Enter Gentlemen Ushers, Dondolo, Grutti. Gent. 
Clear the presence, the Duke is entering.  Enter Duke, Eugenia, Perenotto, Attendants. Eugen. 
I ever was obedient—  Duke. 

'Tis for thy Honour, which I know,  
Is to thyself a precious sound— that Building  
I late erected, then shall be thy Palace.   Eugen. 
Or my Prison Sir, if I do rightly understand.  Duke. 

That name  
Is too unworthy of it, my Eugenia,  
Nor will it seem restraint to my loved daughter,  
Since free to all delights, thy mind shall be  
its own Commander, every day shall strive  
To bring thee in fresh rarities, Time shall be.  
Delighted with thy pleasures, and stay with thee.   Eug. 

Indeed I shall think Time has lost his wings  
When I am thus Caged up.   Duke. 

Thou shalt give  
To him feathers when thou pleasest. Mantua  
Shall pour her raptures on thee— why have I  
A Crown, but to command what thou canst wish for,  
My dear Eugenia.   Eugen. 

A deer it seems,  
For as you had suspicion of my wildness,  
You'll measure out my walk.   Duke. 

I am thy Father,  
Who by example of the wisest Kings,  
But build a place to lay my Treasure in,  
Safe from the Robber, where I'll place a Guard—   Eugen. 
Do you suspect I shall break Prison?  Duke. 

To keep off violence, and soliciting  
Which may disturb thy pleasures, until we  
Shall find out one to match thy Birth and Virtues,  
My Dukedom is too poor that way, maintain  
Thy Father's Soul: thou hast no blood to mix  
With any beneath Prince— forget as I shall  
Thy Love was ever falling from thy Greatness,  
Into the Arms of one carries but style of Honour.   Eugen. 
Sir, I am your Daughter.  Duke. 

thoust deserved my blessing, and thy obedience  
In this, new Crowns thy Father: I see I need not  
Urge what I am to move thee, and lay force,  
Thy understanding does appear convinced,  
And loving duty teaches thee to more,  
Than the Command— Perenotto—   Eugen. 

What narrow ground I tread? I know he is  
Too passionate to be denied his will,  
And yet to yield will make me miserable;  
'Tis my misfortune to be borne so great.  
Each common man and woman can enjoy  
The air, when the condition of a Princess  
Makes me a Prisoner. But I must obey  
In hope it will not last— I have a Soul  
Is full of grateful duty, nor will suffer me  
Further dispute your precept: you have power  
To steer me as you please.   Duke. 

All the Graces  
Speak in my Girl— Each syllable doth carry  
A Volume of thy Goodness: all my Cares  
So well rewarded do convert to sweetness  
I thank thy filial piety: know my Girl  
That place wherein I look so rich a jewel,  
I do pronounce again, shall be thy Paradise:  
Thy Paradise my Eugenia, saving that  
In this man only finds no being— other  
Delights shall stream themselves into thy Bosom,  
And those that pass, shall flow again t'invite  
Thy sense to tasting— Perenotto.   Peren. 
Your grace's pleasure?  Duke. 
Admit those Ladies that attend—  Fulv. 
The Duke shows much Indulgence.  Orp. 
Observe the issue.  Duke. 

we will not limit thy companions,  
Elect what Mantuan Beauties thou canst best  
Delight in, they shall serve thee: or if some  
Of your own Train, whom we have thought most proper  
To be your personal Guard, affect you, they Enter Donella Katherina, Mardona & Fidelia.  
Attend our pleasures: see, they are ignorant  
Yet of our purpose, if to any, thy  
Affection be not free, thy Breath discharge them,  
And point thy own Attendants.   Eugen. 

I shall be pleased with your appointment,  
Ladies, I know you love me.   she goes to the Ladies. Don. 

Doth your Grace hold suspicion, any of us  
Serve you not with our heart?   Eugen. 

I do not doubt,  
Or if I did, you now approach a Trial,  
For my sake can you be content to be  
All Prisoners.   ladies. 
Prisoners?  Eug. 

Yes, shut up close Prisoners, and be bar  
The conversation, nay the sight of men.   Kath. 

Marry Heaven defend, wherein have we offended  
That we must lose the sweet society  
Of Men.   Mard. 
How have we forfeited our freedom?  Duke. 
No man argue— 'tis our pleasure.  Don. 
'Las Madam, I am new contracted to a handsome Signior.  Kath. 
I have but newly entertained a Servant, that gave me these Gloves, they smell of him still, a sweet courtier.  Don. 

Not one man among so many Ladies?  
Not a gentleman-usher? Nor a Page?  
How shall we do Madam?   Mard. 

I beseech your Grace let me be exempted,  
If I have committed an offence, deserves your Anger,  
Let one of your Lords cut off my head rather, Sign. Dondolo.   Fidel. 

Shall we express,  
So cold a duty to her highness? Fie Ladies.   Eugen. 

You shall but suffer with me: I partake  
As much Severity, as any of you shall.   Duke 

I will expect your duties Lords in silence,  
Orpiano, you shall to Ferrara, with  
Our daughter's picture, your Commissions sealed—  
Now fair Ladies,  
I hope y'are fixed to wait upon Eugenia.  
If your restraint be a Burden, it shall be  
In her power to enlarge you, and elect  
New Friends into your places.   ladies. 

'Tis our Duties  
To obey your Grace and her.   Duke. 
Perenotto— Are all things prepared?  Per. 
They are my Lord.  Duke. 
For once then let us usher you.  Kat. 
Whether do we go?  Peren. 
I'll tell you.  Done. 
Whither?  Peren. 

To take Physic Madam.  
The Duke has prepared to stay all looseness in your bodies  
You must be all fast: stone walls and mortar will bind.   Fid. 
Come follow with a Courage.  Donel. 
I hope we shall be allowed our little Dogs and Monkeys.  Dond. 
Sweet Madam.  Exit omn. man. Fulv. Orp. Dond. Grutti. Grut. 
Madam Katherina, they are gone Signior.  Dond. 
Would I had known this afore?  Fulv. 
The Duke will be censured for this Act.  Orp. 

'Tis very strange, good Lady,  
I read a forced obedience in her Eye,  
Which hardly held up Rain.   Enter Morello. Mor. 
Save you dear Sign. which way went the Ladies?  Grut. 
News, Signior News.  Mor. 
I beseech you I may partake.  Fulv. 

Have you forgot there was suspicion  
She affected Signior Philenzo the cardinal's Nephew?   Orp. 
Alas poor Gentleman, he suffers for't.  Fulv. 

By this restraint he would make her sure, his jealousy  
Is not yet over— Signior Morello, is your lock rectified,  
You have missed your Lady but a hair's breadth.   Mor. 

Nay, but my Lords and Gentlemen, where are the  
Ladies gone indeed?   Grut. 
We ha' told you.  Mor. 
What, committed to New Prison:  Fulv. 
Very true, Signior.  Dond. 

Our dancing days are done, shut up close, not  
A man must enter.   Mor. 
Would I were a Mouse then— why, but is the Duke mad!  Orp. 
Take heed what you say Signior: though we be no Informers, yet walls have Ears.  Mor. 

Ears? Would I had left mine behind me, here's  
News indeed!   Fulv. 
And you'd come a little sooner, you might ha' taken your leave, but 'twas your barber's fault.  Mor. 
Would he had left me i'th' suds an hour ago! What shall we do Gentlemen, 'tis a hard case, when a man that has an intention to marry and live honest—  Enter Rolliardo. 
How now, what art thou?  Roll. 
Any thing, nothing: yet a man, yet no man for I want.  Mor. 
What? thouart no Capon I hope.  Roll. 
Money sir, will you spare any from your precious sins.  Grut. 
thouart very free.  Roll. 
Yet Sir I am in debt.  Dond. 
What dost owe?  Roll. 
Nobody harm.  Fulv. 
Whence cam'st—  Roll. 
I dropped from the Moon.  Orp: 

So methinks, thou talk'st very madly—  
thoust much humour in thee.   Roll. 
ha' ye any thing to do that ye account impossible Gentlemen.  Fulv. 
Why, wilt thou do't?  Roll. 
And you'll pay for't. Let me have money enough and I'll do any thing.  Orp. 
Hold, hold.  Roll. 
Yes I will hold.  Mor. 
I'll lay with thee, what wilt hold—  Roll. 
Why Paradoxes.  Grut. Dond. 
Paradoxes!  Mor. 
I hold you a Paradox.  Fulv. 
Let's hear some.  Roll. 
There are no beasts but Cuckolds and Flatterers; no cold weather but i'th' dog-days; no Physic to a whore, no fool to an Alderman, no Scholar to a justice of Peace, nor no Soldier to a Belt and Buff jerkin.  Orp. 
A smart fellow.  Enter Duke. Mor. 
The Duke.  Duke. 

So my fears are over, in her restraint I bury all my  
jealousies:— How now? What fellows this?   Fulv. 
Such an Humorist as I never before conversed withal: it seems he makes himself free of all places.  Duke. 
What would he have?  Roll. 
Thy pardon mighty man, if it be no Treason to pray for thee, save thee, wilt employ me? 'Tis Vacation, and I want work, ask me not what I can do, let me have money enough, and I'll do any thing.  Duke. 
You have your Senses?  Roll. 
Five, the small Birds dare not peep for him, I take it: I can see greatness big with an Impostume, yet towering in the Air like a Falcon: I can hear a man swear I am thy Eternal Slave, and will serve thee: when if opportunity were offered, for price of a Plush Cloak, he will be the first shall strip thee to the very Soul: I can taste wine that another man pays for, and relish any thing that comes of free cost: I can smell a Knave through a Bar'd Gown, a Politician, through a surplice; a Fool, through a Scarlet outside: I can touch a Wench better than a Lute, and tell money with a Secretary, to show I ha' lost my feeling: tush, all's nothing, I have a humour to do some thing to be talked on, nothing can come amiss to me, let me have money enough, and my life to a cheese pairing, I'll do any thing.  Duke. 
You'll except somewhat.  Roll. 
Not to do o'er the Seven Wonders of the World, and demolish 'em when I ha' done, let me have money enough, what star so high, but I will measure by this Jacob's staff: Divine money, the Soul of all things Sublunary, what lawyer's tongue will not be tipped with silver, and will not money with a judge make it a plain Case, does not gouty Greatness find ease with Aurum palpabile, and he's a sleight Physician cannot give a Golden Glister at a dead lift:— Money, I adore thee, it comes near the nature of a Spirit, and is so subtle it can creep in at a Cranny, be present at the most inward Counsels, and betray 'em: Money, it opens locks, draws Curtains, buys wit, sells Honesty, keeps Courts, sights Quarrels, pulls down Churches, and builds Almshouses.  Duke. 
A wild fellow.  Fulv. 
Will your Grace have him punished for this insolence?  Duke. 
No, his humour is good mirth to us; whence art?  Roll. 
I am of no Country.  Duke. 
How?  Roll. 
I was borne upon the Sea.  Duke. 
When?  Roll. 
In a Tempest I was told—  Mor. 
A blustering fellow.  Duke. 
Thy Name.  Roll. 
Rolliardo.  Duke. 
And how long hast thou been mad thus?  Roll. 

Your Highness may be merry and if you have no  
Employment for me, I am gone.   Duke 

Stay we command you, and bethink again,  
What to except in your bold undertaking.   Roll. 

I except nothing, nothing Duke, it were no glory  
Not to be general, active in all, let me have Money  
Enough and I'll do any thing.   Duke. 
You shall.  Fulv. 
Will your Grace set him a-work?  Roll. 
Name the Action.  Duke. 
What say you to a Lady?  Roll. 
I will fall upon her, as jupiter on Danae, let me have a shower of Gold, Acrisius brazen Tower shall melt again, were there an Army about it, I would compass her in a Month or die for't.  Duke. 
Ha?— A Lady without guard would try your wit, and money to get her Love.  Roll. 
A toy, a toy.  Duke. 

Through a Credulity, you may too much  
Traduce the Sex, and merit such a justice  
No Money will buy off:— admit some Branches  
Grow not so straight and beautiful, as Nature  
Intended them, will you disgrace the stem  
Or for some woman's Levity, accuse  
That fair Creation? Money buy their Love  
Promise a Salary of that sacred flame  
Themselves cannot direct, as guided by  
Divine intelligence.   Roll. 
Your highness' Pardon; if you prohibit I must not undertake, but let me have freedom, and Money enough (for that's the Circle I walk in) and if I do not conjure up a spirit hot enough to inflame a frozen Lucrece bosom: make Mummy of my flesh, and sell me to the Apothecaries: try me with some Master piece; A woman's Love is as easy as to eat dinner without saying Grace, getting of Children, or going to bed drunk: Let me have Money enough, and tax me to the purpose.  Fulv. Orp. 
He's constant.  Duke. 

Admit there be a Lady, whom a Prince  
Might Court for her Affection; Of a Beauty,  
Great as her Virtue, add unto them Birth,  
Equal to both, and all three but in her  
Not to be matched— Suppose this Miracle  
(Too precious for man's Eye) were shut up, where  
A Guard more watch ul then the Dragons; did  
Forbid access to mankind:— Men picked out  
between whose Souls and Money were Antipathy  
Beyond that which we know; and you as soon  
Might bribe to be a Saint:— what would you do  
With your enough of money, were your life  
Engaged to win her Love?   Roll. 

The sky may fall, and Aldermen cry Larks  
About the City.   Duke. 
The fellow's impudent: Sirrah, thou hast landed thyself upon a Rock, you shall have sense of what you would contemn, a Life: put on a most fortified resolution, you shall need it; we have a daughter thus locked up—  Fulv, 
What does the Duke mean?  Duke. 
A Virgin.  Orp. 
He is in Passion.  Duke. 

Shalt not engage thee on a work so much  
Impossible as procurement of her Love,  
Make it appear with all the Art thou canst  
Get but access to her; a Month we limit  
But take heed Boaster, if you fail; your Life  
Shall only satisfy our charge, and teach  
All other Mountibanks to be at distance,  
With such bold undertakings: you shall expect  
A severe justice:  
By this, I shall try the Fidelity of those are trusted.   Roll. 
'Tis a match, I shall have money enough?  Duke. 
You shall. What d'ye call enough, yet it shall be under 20. thousand Crowns: I will not leave the Pawn here, for twice so much.  Roll. 
I will not be particular and agree o'th' Sum, you look I should die if I perform not, and I'll look to be merry and want nothing while I live, I'll not take the Advantage on you, because I hope to receive credit by it: if I use now and then a round sum set me up o'th' Ticket for't, but who shall pass his word if I do this feat, you'll let me keep my head a my shoulders.  Duke. 
Our royal word secure thee.  Roll. 
'Tis enough.  Fulv. 
What security can your Grace expect for his forthcoming, if he fail.  Duke. 

We ha' studied that,  
'Tis but the loss of some superfluous Crowns,  
Let the end carry what success Fate please,  
All the expense will not be lost, to try  
The faith of those we shall employ in this;  
Our city's strong, the River that environs  
On three parts, shall be carefully attended,  
A wall makes safe the fourth, which shall be guarded  
Our Vigils shall be so exact, he shall  
Deserve his liberty, if he escape us,  
We are constant Sir.   Fulv. 
Would he might pay for his curiosity.  Roll. 
I'll wait upon your Highness for some earnest: I have a Month good, let me have fair play and my bargain Money enough, if I do come short, let my head be too heavy for my shoulders; if I do more than is expected, you'll believe it possible hereafter: when a man has money enough he may do any thing.  Duke. 
Maintain your humour still— attend us.  Exeunt Manent Morello, Dondolo, and Grutti. Mor. 
Here's a mad fellow, does he mean to get into the Ladies?  Dond. 
It seems so.  Gr. 
Or I would not be in his taking when the Moon changes.  Mor. 
Our best course then is to observe and humour him, he may have a trick more than we know; he seems to be a good Fellow, let's be drunk together, and get him to confess it— ha?  Don. Grut. 
A match.  Mor. 

Like errand Knights our valiant wits must wrestle  
To free our Ladies from the enchanted Castle.   Exeunt.   

Actus. II.  

Scaena. I.  Enter Bonanico and a Servant. Serv. 

D'ye think this Hair  
And habit will sufficiently disguise you,  
From your inquiring Creditors?   Bon. 

No question,  
Have you dispersed my Bills about the City,  
Does every public place carry the scroll,  
As I commanded?   Serv. 
I have been careful.  Bon. 
What do they say abroad, do they not wonder?  Serv. 

They are strucken dumb at reading, he that has  
The use of tongue, employs it to express  
His admiration of your Art, your deep,  
Invisible Art.   Bon. 

There's hope than we shall prosper,  
In this believing Age, Italy is full  
Of juggling Mountibanks, that show tricks with oils,  
And powders, here an Empiric dares boast  
Himself a Paracelsian, and daub  
Each Post with printed follies, when he went  
A'th' ticket with some Midwife, or old woman  
For his whole stock of Physic, here a fellow  
Only has skill to make a handsome periwig,  
Or to sow teeth i'th' gums of some state Madam,  
Which she coughs out again, when so much phlegm  
As would not strangle a poor flea, provokes her,  
Proclaims himself a rectifier of Nature,  
And is believed so, getteth more by keeping  
Mouths in their quarterly reparations,  
Then knowing men for all their Art, and pains  
I'th' cure of the whole body— shall we doubt  
To be made rich, rich Carlo, by our Art  
Whereof I am the first and bold Professor  
In Italy, we shall grow fat and purchase,  
Dost not think so?   Serv. 

To go invisible  
Who will not learn at any rate.   Bon. 

True Carlo.  
There may be in the throng of our admirers,  
Some will presume't above the power of Art  
To make men walk and talk invisible.  
But we can clear the mystery, and make  
Mantua in the proof acknowledge it  
A matter feasible— here's some Customer Enter Rolliardo.  
Ha? 'Tis the Humorist, the Undertaker,  
The Bird I spread my Art for, he has money  
Enough, and's apt to prove a fortune to me.   Roll. 
So the Covenants are sealed, I am like a famous Cathedral with two ring of Bells, a sweet Chime a both sides, now 'tis noised I ha' money enough, how many Gallants of all sorts and Sexes court me, here's a Gentleman ready to run himself in the Kennel, for haste to give me the Wall, this Cavalier will kiss my hand, while th'other Signior crinkles i'th' hams, as he were studying new Postures against his turn comes to salute me. As I walk, every Window is glazed with eyes, as some triumph were in the street; this madonna invites me to a Banquet for my discourse, tother Bona roba sends me a Spark, a third a Ruby, a fourth an Emerald, and all but in hope to put their jewels to usury, that they may return again with precious Interest— Thus far it goes well, very well, what's next-  Bon. 
Save you Signior.  Roll. 
What art thou?  Bon. 
One appointed by fate to do you service Sir.  Roll. 
But I gave fate no Commission to take you up for me, I ha' more followers than the Duke already, prithee have me commended to the Lady Destinies, and tell 'em I am provided.  Bon. 

Mistake me not, he speaks to you, has power  
To make you happy.   Roll. 
Prithee make thyself happy with a warm suit first, thy house is but poorly thatched, and thou be'st so good at making happy, why hast no better clothes.  Bo. 

'Tis no felicity, or admit: the Sun  
Dispenceth a rich warmth about the World  
Yet hath no heat itself.   Roll. 
Philosophy.  Bo. 

To omit circumstance, I know what you  
Have undertaken to the general  
Amazement: upon penalty of death,  
You must procure access to the fair Princess,  
'Tis in my Art to help— to perfect what  
The Duke holds so impossible.   Roll. 
How canst thou assist me.  Bo. 

Although my outside promise not, my brain  
Is better furnished, I ha' gained by study  
A secret, will advance the work you labour with,  
I'll teach you Sir to go invisible—   Roll. 
How? thouhast no cloven foot, I sent brimstone, and thou be'st a Devil tell me.  Bo. 

I trifle not, I am a man, whose fame  
Shall outlive time, in teaching you this Mystery  
For which I must expect reward— you are,  
(Loud noise proclaims it) able, & can pay me  
Out of the Duke's Exchequer, being yourself  
His walking treasury.   Roll. 
You'll teach me to go invisible you say.  Bo. 

I can, and with your safety, for I deal not  
With magic, to betray you to a Faith  
Black and satanical, I abhor the Devil.   Roll. 
Very like so.  Bo. 

Which some have conjured into a Ring,  
To effect the wonder, I admit of no  
Suffumigation, incense offered to  
Infernal Spirits, but by Art, whose Rules  
Are lawful and Demonstrative—   Roll. 
You think I admire you all this while— Hark, when did you eat? or do you hope again, that you are put to this pitiful and desperate exigent. I see you my would be Invisible, fine Knave.  Bon. 
D''ee mock me, Sir?  Roll. 
I'll tell you a better project, wherein no Courtier has prefooled you. Stick your skin with feathers, and draw the rabble of the City for pence a piece to see a monstrous Bird brought from Peru, Baboons have passed for men already, been taken for Usurers, i'their furred Gowns and Nightcaps, keep a fool in pay, to tell the multitude of a Gentle faith, that you were caught in a Wilderness, and thou mayst be taken for some far Country owlet.  Bon. 
Do you despise my Art?  Roll. 
Art? but such another word, and I shall mar the whole expectation of your invisible traffic, in, to your nest; and leave me, distinguish men before you practise on 'em, 'tis wholesome caution.  Bon. 
I leave you to the misery of your unbelief, when you hear of me hereafter, you will curse your fortune to have thus neglected me, fare you well, Sir.  Exit. Enter Perenotto, with 3. or 4. of the Guard. Roll. 
This is Perenotto Captain of the Guard.  Per. 
Not yet attempted you?  1. 
We have not seen him my Lord.  Per. 
He's here.  2. 
Is that he that has gold enough? would I had some of his yellow hammers.  Rol. 
D''ee hear, you are one of the List.  1. 
A poor halberd man Sir.  Rol. 
Poor? hold thee, there's gold for thee:— thou wilt be honest now?  1. 
O yes Sir.  Roll. 
Not a penny, and thou hadst not been a fool, thou wouldst ha' been a Knave, & so thou might'st have got by me, yet by those scurvy legs there's some hope thou'lt be converted at all adventures take it.  1. 
I will be what you please Sir.  Roll. 
Tell me what condition is that Sign. of? is he rich?  1. 
He loves money.  Roll. 
Come? Shalt be my Pensioner— here's more gold for  1. 
D'ye make question of that Sir? he bought his Office, & therefore may sell his Conscience, he has sold 200. on's twice over, he was brought up at Court, and knows what belongs to his place, I warrant you.  Roll. 
Good.  1. 
Am I not a Knave now Sir?  Roll. 
I like thee.  1. 
To your cost:— I hope you won't tell him what I say: but if you do, and he chance to turn me out of my office, your gold is restorative.  Per. 
To your stations, and be circumspect.  Ex. Guard. Roll. 
Noble Sir, you are the only man I have Ambition to honour.  Per. 
I should be proud to merit such a Phrase.  Roll. 

'Tis in your power to oblige my Soul— w'are private,  
I am jealous of the Wind lest it convey  
Our noise too far: This Morn I had some traffic  
With a jeweller, and if my judgement err not,  
H'as richly furnished me.  
What says your Lordship to this Diamond?   Per. 
'Tis a glorious one.  Roll. 

Does it not sparkle most divinely Signior,  
A row of these stuck in a Lady's Forehead,  
Would make a Persian stagger in his Faith,  
And give more Adoration to this Light  
Then to the Sun beam: I ha' fellows to 'em  
A Nest of bright ones.   Per. 

This Box is studded like a frosty Night with stars  
You have out bid their Value, make me a gainer  
In changing them for your commends.   Per. 
How Sir.  Roll. 
I'm serious.  Per. 

I never shall deserve this Bounty, if  
You'd point me out some service to begin my gratitude—   Roll. 

You have a Noble Soul  
I'll teach you how to merit more.   Peren. 
I am Covetous of such a knowledge.  Roll. 

Make but my path a smooth one to the Princess,  
I am brief, you know my undertaking.   Per. 
So I should be a Traitor.  Roll. 
It comes not near the question of a life: do't I'll enable you, to buy another Dukedom, State, and Title.  Per. 

Although 'twere necessary in the Affairs  
Of such high consequence to deliberate,  
Yet for this once, I'll be as brief as you,  
I won't do't.   Roll. 
How?  Per. 

No indeed Signior, you shall pardon me  
At this time, and I'll keep your jewels too  
For they are gifts: hereafter you will know me  
So fare you well Sir.   Exit. Roll. 

Was I not told this Officer was corrupt?  
I want Faith to believe the Miracle.  
Sure he does but jest with me, ha?   Enter Morello, Dondolo, Grutti. Mor. 
The Guard will accept no money.  Don. 
What an ago do we live in, when officers will take no bribes.  Grut. 
Not the Golden one.  Don. 
Here's Rolliardo.  Roll 
I'm quite lost.  Grut. 
'Tis he.  Roll. 

Yet he keeps my jewels, there may be some hope  
I'll to him again, 'tis but his modesty  
At first not to see me easy, he must be courted  
Statesmen like Virgins first, should give denial,  
Experience and opportunity make the trial.  
Save you Gallants.   Mor. 
And you go thereto: save yourself, you are in a worse pickle than we are.  Don. 
And how is't we signior?  Grut. 
Do you thrive in your hopes?  Roll. 
I do not despair Gentlemen, you see I do not wear my hat in my eyes, crucify my arms, or entreat your Lordship's brain to melt in a Petition for me.  Mor. 
I did but jest, I know you have a way to the wood in your Pericranium, what is't we are honest simple minded Lords.  Roll. 
I think so.  Grut. 
Nay nay, impart.  Don. 
we tell no tales.  Mor. 
Wooed we were whipped and we do.  Roll. 
Why shall I tell you— you are three.  Mor. 
Very secret—  Roll. 
Coxcombs.  All 3. 
How?  Roll. 
A miserable leash of Court Mimics.  Mor. 
Mimics? what's that.  Roll. 
You perfumed Goats.  Mo. 
Oh is that it, I never heard what a Mimic was before.  Roll. 
D'ee think I am so wretched in a point that concerns my life and honour, to trust my ways and purposes to you that have no souls.  Don. 
No souls.  Mor. 
Peace how comes he to know that?  Grut. 
Why hast thou none?  Mo. 
'Twas more than ever I could see in myself yet.  Roll. 
Things that have forfeited their Creation, and had not your Tailors took compassion on you, you had died to all men's thoughts, who long since would ha' forgotten that ever there were such things in Nature.  Don. 
Shall we suffer this?  Roll. 
Yes, and make legs, in token of your thankfulness, if I were at leisure, I would make you show tricks now.  Mo. 
Do I look like a Johnanapes?  Roll. 
But I won't.  Mo. 
It were not your best course.  Roll. 
How?  Mo. 
Alas Sir I should but shame myself, and be laughed at afore all this Company.  Roll. 
When you see me next avoid me, as you would do your poor kindred when they come to Court. Get you home, say your Prayers, and wonder that you come off without beating, for 'tis one of my Miracles.  Mo. 
Had we not better ha' gone to Tavern, as I plotted at first, he could not ha' been more valiant in his drink.  Grut. 
I'm glad he's gone.  Don. 
I know not what to make on him.  Mo. 
Make on him quotha, he made little reckoning of us, but and he had not gone as he did, I should ha' made  Don. 
What?  Mo. 
Urine in my breeches— he squeezed me, I think I was ready to melt'o, both sides.  Grut. 
But hark you Signior, we forget the Ladies still  Mo. 
Well remembered.  Don. 
let's consult to purpose about that— shall we?  Mo. 
No, every one think what he can by himself, my thoughts shall be private, and not free at this time; every one scratch his own head.  Grut. 
And he that gets the first hint, communicate—  Don. 
A match.  Mo. 
Let me see— umh.  Don. 
What if I did— nothing, my brains are dull.  Grut. 
Ten to one, but if I did— let it alone, a pox on't, I were best drink some Sack, they say it helps invention.  Mo. 
O rare.  Both. 
Rub rub, out with it.  Mo. 
No, 'tis gone back again, I drunk buttered Sack this Morning and it slipped back when 'twas almost at my tongue's end— but it was a delicate project, whatsoever it was.  Grut. 
Recover it with thy finger.  Don. 
Follow it Morello.  Mo. 
Now, now, now, let me alone— make no noise, 'tis coming again, I ha''t, I ha''t—  Don. 
Hold it fast now.  Grut. 
Lose it not, thou art great with wit, let us deliver thee, what, is't?  Mo. 
Some wiser than some.  They follow him up and down for discovery. Don. 
Wilt not tell us?  Grut. 
Didst not promise.  Mo. 
No haste— as occasion serves— it cost more than so yet you may know't.  Don. 
Well said.  Mo. 
Hereafter, but not now— away, do not tempt me I will eat the sweat of my own brain, O rare! never was such a strain of wit invented.— d'ee hear, Gentlemen; if you will command me any service to the Ladies, I do purpose to visit 'em— with quirk— heigh.  Grut. 
How?  Mo. 
Marry do I.  Don. 
Nay Morelle.  Mo. 
Gentlemen, as I told you, if you have any thing to the Ladies, before I go I am the messenger,— there is a crotchet and so forth— a carwhichet is found out- your ears— I will do such a stratagem as never the like was heard of in the world.— Oh rare.—  Exit. Don. 
he's mad.  Grut. 

So am I, that he is so reserved  
What shall's do.   Enter Bonamico disguised. Bon. 
Save you Signiors, pray whereabouts is the sign of the invisible man.  D. G. 
The invisible man.  Bon. 
Cry ye mercy now I see it.  Exit. Don. 
See't he does more than we can, the Gentleman's mistaken, here's no such sign, yet he went in there.  Grut. 
He has better eyes than we to distinguish it.  Enter Servant to Bon: disguised. Ser. 
This, It his is it.  Don 
What is it pray?  Ser. 
What's that to you?  Grut. 
In courtesy we ask:  Ser. 
Then by the sign this is the house, whether I am going to inquire for a Gentleman that teaches men to walk invisible.  Grut. 
That would be seen, this is news.  Ser. 
News, either you have slept long, or you are Gentlemen of very small intelligence, examine the next paper you see advanced, and inform yourselves, farewell Gallants.  Exit. Don. 
he's entered there to.  Grut. 
Teach men to walk invisible, a very fine trade.  Don. 
Would 'twere true, we should desire no other device to get into the Ladies.  Enter Bonamico and Servant in other disguises. Grut. 
'Tis impossible— see, see, more Gentlemen, prithee let's to him, this will be a trick worth our learning.  Don. 
Stay, we are not acquainted, let's knock first.  Enter Servant. Ser. 
Your pleasure's Gentlemen.  Don. 
Pray Sir, what signs is this?  Ser. 
The invisible man Sir.  Grut. 
Man, I see no man.  Don. 
Here's nothing but a cloud.  Ser. 
Right Sir, and he's behind it, the man's invisible.  Don. 
Pretty faith, It may be the man i'the Moon for ought we know.  Ser. 
Would ye any thing with my Master.  Gurt. 
He does teach to walk invisible they say.  Ser. 
He is the only Professor of the miraculous invisible Art.  Don. 
May we change a little discourse with him.  Ser. 
There are some Gentlemen with him— but I'll tell him, I am prevented, he's coming forth himself.  Enter Bonamico. Don. 
Signior Altomaro I take it.  Bon. 
'Tis my name Sir, a poor Artist, not warm in these parts of Italy.  Grut. 
And you were not too busy Sir—  Bon. 
Please you walk in, I am now alone, your persons will grace my poor habitation.  Don. 
we saw 4. or 5. enter but now.  Bon. 
I ha dispatch 'em they are fresh departed.  Don. 
Which way.  Grut. 
Here's not a man, are they not sunk, came they out here?  Bon. 
Upon my credit Sir no other way.  Don. 
Then they went invisible.  Bon. 
Right Sir, they came hither to that purpose, their designs required haste.  Grut. 
This man can do't I see already.  Don. 
Sir if you can assure us this invisible walking, for we are not so ignorant as we seem, we ha' seen the Play of the Invisible Knight, and—  Bon. 
That of the Ring too, ha' ye not.  Don. 
Yes.  Bon. 
The one was Magic, and tother an imposture, what I do is by Art fair and natural, are you in debt and fear arresting, you shall save your money in protections, come up to the face of a sergeant, nay walk by a Shoal of these mankind horseleeches, and be mace proof. If you have a mind to rail at 'em, or kick some o' their loose flesh out, they sha'not say blacks your eye, nor with all their lynx''s eyes discover you: would you see when the Mercers abroad, how his man plays the Merchant at home with his Mistress silkworm, and deals underhand for commodity— would yourself talk with a Lady in secret, sit down, play with her, ravish a Diamond from her finger, and bind her soft wrist with a bracelet, kiss her abroad, at home, before her servants, in the presence of her jealous husband, nay truss her up, when the tame Lord is a-bed with her, and to his eyes be undiscovered as the wind Signior— do you suspect your Mistress plays double? would you hear how she entertains the tother's love, and know what she does i'the closet with the smooth Page— would you be present at secret Counsels, betray letters, see how such a Lord paints his thighs, this perfume his breath, tother marshal his fine French teeth, see this statesman's eyes put out with a bribe, how that officer cozens the Duke, and his Secretary abuses 'em both, this Lawyer takes fees a both sides; while the judge examines the fertility, and price of the Manor, before the witnesses and then decrees who shall have the Land? would you see justice employ her scales to weigh light Gold, that comes in for fees or corruption, and flourish with her sword like a Fencer to make more room for causes ''the Court.  Don. 
All this and more may be done, if we can but go invisible, but how can you assure us of that. I would fain see any man go invisible once.  Bon. 
See him Sir?  Grut. 
Video pro intelligo I mean Sir.  Bon. 
Nay Sir you need not distinguish, for it is possible to see a man invisible observe me, you see me now perfectly, in every part, if I should walk before you without a body.  Grut. 
How?  Bon. 
My head only visible and hanging in the Air like a Comet.  Don. 
That were a strange sight?  Bon. 
Sometimes nothing shallbe seen but my arm, another while one of my legs, hopping without a body.  Grut. 
This is admirable.  Bon. 
When I please I will have nothing conspicuous, but my hand, nay, perhaps my little finger.  Don. 
Do not you conjure then?  Grut. 
Come you will cast a mist before our eyes.  Bon. 
'Tis a Mystery indeed but a safe one Signiors.  Don. 
Why look you Sir, if you will be pleased that we may see you first walk invisible, we shall not only credit your Art, but at any rate be ambitious to be your Disciples.  Bon. 
Why Gentlemen, you speak but justice, you shall have experiment. I willbe invisible first, but as to other in this kind, I will not demonstrate without half in hand, let me have 50. crowns apiece, I'll point you a day when I will be invisible.  Grut. 
Can you not do it presently.  Bon. 
I can be invisible in a twinkling, but what assurance can you have, that I am here at the same instant, when you see no part of me, I may deceive you.  Don. 
He says true.  Bon. 
I do purpose therefore to give you reality and proof, for I will walk invisible, all but— my hand.  Both. 
Your hand?  Bon. 
Only my hand, you shall touch it, see every line in't, and the rest of my body be to you invisible, this will require a little time for preparation, and when with the consent of your eyes and understandings, I keep my promise in this point, you will think your moneys well expended to be taught the Mystery.  Don. 
This is very fair.  Grut. 
The crown shall be ready Sir.  Don. 
Expect'em within this hour.  Enter Rolliardo. Bon. 
At your own pleasures, ha Rolliardo? I must not be seen Gentlemen.  Exit. Both. 
Farewell incomparable Signior— what luck had we to light upon this Artist, he sha'not publish it, we'll buy the whole secret at any value, and then get him remove into some other Province, who's this.  Roll. 
Am not I mad, sure I am, though I do not know it, and all the World is but a Bedlam, a house of correction to whip us into our senses, I ha' known the time when jewels and Gold had some virtue in'em, the generation of men now are not subject to corruption; Democritus the World's refined.  Don. 
'Tis Rolliardo, he looks Melancholy, let's have a fling at him, give you joy of the great Lady Sir, which is the next way to the Moon pray?  Roll. 
Bolt upright Muskat, and if you make haste you may be one of her Calves, next time she appears, you shall see her because to you, with a pair of horns, just a'the size of those are preparing for your forehead, my precious animal.  Don. 
Ha, ha, ha, the fellows mad.  Grut. 
Can you tell Sir, what became of all the Swallows, cuckoos, and small birds, we had here last Summer?  Roll. 
Marry Sir they went to Sea, to aid the Cranes, and there have been mustering ever since, but for want of a Woodcock they ha' left behind 'em, they dare not venture upon the Pigmies, you may do well to overtake the Buzzard and relieve the Army Sir.  Grut. 
Ha, ha, ha.  Exit. Roll. 
I shall be grinned to death as I walk the streets, 'tis no policy to be dull and modest— but let me see, which way to compass my work, and put myself out of the common laughter the very children will jeer me shortly I think, and point me out with stones, the precious undertaker. I might have had more wit than to run myself into this calamity whom have we next.  Enter the Duke, Ambassador, Fulvio, Dondolo, Grutti attendants, Courtiers. 
The Duke? what stranger's that? I must not seem dejected.  Emb. 
Is this he your Highness discoursed of?  Duke. 

This is the piece made up of all performance  
The man of any thing without exception,  
Give him but Gold, Kings daughters and their heirs  
Though locked in towers of Brass, are not safe from him.  
Nay though I play the chemist with my trust  
And from a Million of sure confidences  
I draw the spirit of honesty into a few,  
He can corrupt 'em.   Roll. 

You are my Prince great Sir, and you have spoke  
Not much unlike a brave one.   Don. 
he'll jeer the Duke too  Roll. 

If my head  
Come to be paid to you, before Sunset  
That day when it is forfeit, I ha' cleared with you,  
And shall depart out of your Royal debt  
There's all you can demand, a good sharp sword  
Will make an even reckoning.   Emb. 
He seems confident.  Court. 1. 
With your grace's leave, let me come to him.  Roll. 
Now a fierce dog.  1. 
What came into thy mind, thou daring madman, fool is a word of favour to thee.  Roll. 
So Sir.  1. 
To undertake such an impossible task.  Roll. 

mushroom— I'll cast away a few words on thee  
Had I another life, I'd undertake yet  
Though I below in all opinion,  
To venture it, with the riches I have spread  
To corrupt others, to make thee my parasite,  
I would engage my life to wear no steps  
To thy white daughter, thou and thy grave Matron  
Most humbly should present her, when I was pleased too  
For fear I should refuse the sport you brought me.   Duke. 
I never knew man bear his scorn so high, too him some other.  Grut. 
Not I Sir, you shall excuse me, 'twas the last thing I did.  2. 

In the position general, 'I'll not touch him  
For money may be said to purchase all things  
But to aspire to my good sovereign's daughter  
Of blessed memory.   Roll. 
she's not dead I hope.  2. 

There Gold and trash was impudently inferred,  
And 'twas a task too insolent, in that point  
You'd willingly give a pound of your proud flesh,  
To be released.   Roll. 

I heard a pound of flesh, a Jews demand once  
'twas gravely now remembered of your Lordship— released?  
Fortune, and courtesy of opinion  
Gives many men Nobility of Birth,  
That never durst do nobly, nor attempt  
Any design, but fell below their Honours.  
Cased up in Chambers, scarcely air themselves  
But at a Horse-race, or i'th' Park with Puppets,  
That for which I'm your laughter, I speak to  
You flattering tribe of Courtiers, to you Glowworms  
Is my chief glory, that perhaps being sprung  
From humble Parentage, dare yet attempt  
A deed so far above me, that sets all  
Your Wisdoms in Combustion, you may think  
I've made a sorry bargain for my life,  
Let Scorners know in aiming at her only  
My memory after death, receives more honour  
Than all your marble Pinnacles can raise you,  
Or alabaster figures, whiter far  
Then ere your souls were, and that hour I die  
If you dare look upon me, without fainting  
(Which I much fear) you shall see death so scorned,  
I mean for any terror, you shall think him  
My slave to take my upper Garment off.   Don. 
I told your highness— How you should find him.  Emb. 
A brave Resolution.  'Duke. 

Be this the Prologue to the mirth, my Lord  
Attends to entertain you; set on, we'll leave him. Ha, ha, ha.   Exeunt. Roll pulls Fulvio back. Roll. 

Sir, I observed you Noble, and not apt  
To throw derision on me with the rest,  
Which does encourage me, to ask you a question.   Fulv. 
Name it Sir.  Roll. 
Pray what stranger's that walked with the Duke?  Ful. 
'Tis an Ambassador from Florence Sir.  Roll. 
An Ambassador, his design I pray?  Ful. 

To treat of Marriage betwixt our Princess  
And the great Duke's son, desired much by our'Master  
Who has some hope, 't willbe effected too.  
Has brought rich presents to her.   Roll. 
This is all.  Ful. 
You have it freely.  Exit. Roll. 
Y'ave honoured me, married to Tuscany? so, if my ambition had been fortunate, I might have been his taster, but my stars want influence, they are too dull, and weary of my fate, Rolliardo then must forfeit, why that's the worst on't, I will make a glorious blaze in death, and while I live, make the Duke's treasure pay for't, nor shall he accuse me, I exhaust him poorly, I'll study out some noble way to build me a remembrance. ha.— a Church or College? Tedious, my glass has but few sands, I must do some thing I may live to finish: I ha''t, I will send to all the prisons i'th' City, and pay the poor men's debts for 'em: the world wants such a precedent: I ha' money enough since I fail in my other ends, I will do some good deeds before I die, so shall I be more sure of Prayers, then if I built a Church, for they are not certain to continue their foundation, fate I despise thee, I sink under no cheap and common action, but sell my life too Fame, in catching my death by so brave an aspiring.  

If I obtain a Monument, be this all  
Write on my grave. This man climbed high to fall.   Exit.   

Actus III.  

Scaena I.  Enter Guard. 1. 
Come Gentlemen, we must watch still, that none run away with the Princess.  2. 
He must have an excellent stomach, that can break these stone walls to come to her.  3. 
Beside this movable wall of flesh which we carry.  2. 
One makes toward us,— 'tis a Lady.  Enter Morello like a Lady. Mo. 
So, now am I as valiant as Hercules, when he turned spinster, great jupiter, the patron of scapes, assist my petticoat, and at my return, I will sacrifice my linen-breeches to thee,— here be the men, the men of mettle, now Venus I beseech thee, and they be men they will let a Lady enter without many questions.  1. 
Save you sweet Lady, your affairs this way?  Mo. 
I go but in to the Princess.  1. 
From whom?  Mo. 
From the Duke's Grace.  1 
What may be your ladyship's name?  Mo. 
I never thought to give myself a name— my name is Madam— umh. My name is something an odd name, but— I do not stand upon't— my name's Thorn.  1. 
Indeed Madam Thorn, if his Grace have sent you to such a purpose, you must show something for our discharge.  Mo. 
Why hark you it was but forgotten, of the Duke to send his signet— but I ha' brought some of his highness' deputies wi'me, I hope that will satisfy.  As he takes out money discovers Breeches. 2. 
By this gold, breeches  3. 
No, they are but silk— here will be sport, I have a hint already.  1. 
Say you so? 'Tis very well— but Madam, we are many, and we would be loath to venture— deal ingeniously sweet Lady, have you no more gold in your breeches?  Mor. 
Not a doit, as I am virtuous and sinful.  1. 
Pass— but d''ee hear— and you should not be secret now.  Mor. 
As I am a Gentleman.  3. 
A Gentleman? dost hear him? I'll put him to't.  Mor. 
I have left some Crowns with your fellow.  2. 
Tush, that won't satisfy me.  Mor. 
Indeed, I ha' no more money.  2. 
You have commodity, hang this transitory gold— give me— what's this?  Mor. 
Nothing but a wart a'my little finger.  2. 
A wart, let me see't.  Pulls off his Glove. Mor. 
'Tis a Diamond, 'twas my Mother's Legacy— or else  2. 
Is it your will I should have it?  Mor. 
It was my Mother's will I should wear it, her Ghost will haunt me, and I should give it away.  2. 
You know the way back Lady.  Mor. 
You will give me my gold again.  1. 
Not a doit, as I am virtuous and sinful, stand with him for a toy, and know y'ave no warrant from the Duke, 'tis in our power.  Mor. 
D''ee hear Sir, and it were a Diamond of gold you should have it.  2. 
Lady, I kiss your hand.  Mor. 
Y'ave kissed the Ring of a my finger I'm sure.  2. 
Use your fortune, pass.  Mor. 
If I get to the Ladies, somebody shall pay for this, that's my comfort.  3. 
Can you wrestle Madam.  Takes him by the shoulder. Mor. 
Ah— wrestle Sir, Ladies do not use to wrestle.  3. 
They are thrown down with their good wills then, come you and I will have a bout, I must hug your little body.  1. 
Humour him, and y'are past danger.  Mor. 
Would you ha' me tear my clothes?  1. 
I'll persuade him.  3. 
To tell you true Madam, this fellow is an abominable Lecher, there is no scaping him without a fall, a very Satire, he leaps all comes near him, if your ladyship's modesty can dispense with a private favour— you understand; for our parts, we are satisfied otherwise, and our lips are sowed up, take him a 'toside, and see how you can mollify him, he's a Cock o' the Game, and will tread you and you were ten Thorns.  Mor. 
Mollify him, doth he use Ladies so, he will mollify me.  2. 
And you were his sister, all's one to him, the Devil is not more hot and Robustious, where he finds opposition to the sport; therefore the Duke made choice of him, as suspecting some Lord might come disguised a this fashion, to prevent dishonour to the Princess and Ladies— use your own discretion.  Mor. 
What will become of me, if he be such a Wencher he'll ravish me, and discover all, what a Rascal was I to venture thus, I'll give thee my Fan to persuade him— help, help.  3. 

Nay then. He throws him down, and discovers his Breeches.  
Why how now? Breeches?   1. 
This is a man.  2. 
Sure 'tis a woman.  Mor. 
To tell you true Gentlemen, I am neither a man nor a woman, I am an Hermaphrodite.  1. 
How? an Hermaphrodite? What would you do among the Ladies then.  2. 
An Hermaphrodite.  3. 
Let's search him.  Mor. 
Ah.  1. 
Stay let's be advised, if he be such a Monster, our best way is to carry him to the Duke.  2. 3. 
Agreed.  Mor. 
I shall be undone— d'ye hear Noble friends 'tis but a folly to dissemble, I am no such thing, I am no Hermaphrodite, I am a friend of yours.  All. 
Of ours.  2. 
Your Name, I beseech you.  Mor. 
I did but jest all this while, the Duke himself put me upon't, to see whether I could cozen you, my Name's Morello.  1. 
Signior Morello, 'tis not possible.  Mor. 
As I am virtuous, I am, I am no Hermaphrodite, no matter for the Gold or Diamonds 'tis your own— I'll acquaint his Grace how careful I found you, and if he do not reward you beside, I'll say he's the poorest Duke in Christendom: I'll tell him presently.  3. 
Noble Signior we'll wait upon you to him.  Mo, 
No, no, 'tis better for me to go alone.  1. 
Your pardon, you shall tell him how careful you found us we'll relate to him how cunningly you carried the business.  Mo. 
Nay d'ye hear Gentlemen.  All. 
It must be so Sir, come sweet effeminate Signior.  Exeunt. Enter Fulvio, Ambassador. Emb. 

Y'ave done me a noble office Signior in this  
Discovery, where now lives her banished Lover?   Ful. 

My kinsman lives in Florence, but 2. days since  
I received letters from him.   Emb. 
In Florence too?  Ful. 

Sir you may censure me,  
But my affection to the injured Lord,  
And not without respect unto the Honour,  
Of your Master too, hath been the cause of  
My free Language.   Emb. 

Trust me Signior  
We are all engaged to study you a recompense,  
But Mantua was injust to banish him,  
For being too much a Servant.   Ful. 
Sir, when Princes resolve to punish.  Emb. 

Virtue shallbe Treason  
'Twas tyranny,— why now is she thus caged?   Ful. 

I can conjecture nothing but his jealousy  
Which willbe ever active, by that Love  
we interchanged at Pisa, when we grew  
Together in our studies— I conjure  
Your Nobleness to silence me.   Emb. 
You will dishonour me by suspicion:— I am charmed.  Enter Perenotto, Dondolo, Grutti. Per. 
My honoured Lord.  Emb. 
Signior Perenotto.  Ful. 
My gentile sparks.  Do. Gr. 
Your servants.  Ful. 
You are all Courtship.  Per. 
Is your Lordship for this wonder?  Emb. 
What wonder my Lord?  Per. 
These pair of Gentlemen have discoursed me into admiration, there's one has undertaken to go invisible.  Emb. 
Invisible?  Per. 
This hour expected, and in this place.  Ful. 
How?  Don. 
With a trick that he has.  Ful. 
Do you believe him, Gentlemen.  Grut. 
You shall see't.  Don. 
we were heretics in that point, but our understandings are convinced, he did demonstrate.  Grut. 
And because you shall know the truth of his Art, he willbe invisible all but his hand, what think you of that? the rarest fellow in Christendom.  Emb. 
Nothing visible but his hand.  Don. 
As sure as we have given him a 100. crowns in hand.  Emb. 
Why is not the Duke presented with this novelty.  Don. 
he's travailing to the Emperor first, only as he goes for our sake, he will show us a fegary of his Art.  Enter Rolliardo. 
Here's Rolliardo, he's somewhat costive a other side wants Faith.  Roll. 
Save you nest of Courtiers, smooth faces, rich clothes, and sublime compliments, make you amorous in sight of your Ladies. Donzell deal Phebo, and Rosicleer are you there? what pestilent diseases have you got, that you wear so much musk and civet about you. Oh for a Priest of Cupid to sacrifice you now, how your breeches would burn like incense, & your hair disguised in sweet powder, leave your bodies in a mist, while your bones were inwardly consuming with the fire of Dame Venus' altar.  Don. 
The same humorist still.  Roll. 
I heard say, we shall have strange apparitions i'th' air and yet invisible wonders, a hand must appear as fatal to some as that hung o'er the Capitol; for there is a suspicion some purses willbe juggled empty, and as silent as the Moon, no bright Sol appearing, nor a piece of pale faced silver in your silken Hemispheres.  Grut. 
He is an Infidel.  Roll. 
Right jehochanan, right, my precious jew, we are all In fiddle that won't believe the Court catechism- my Lord Ambassador you are welcome from Florence, does the great Duke pick salads still, I mean continue his assize, return into his Exchequer once in seven years the wealth of Tuscany. Vespasian was held covetous for ordaining vessels to receive the beneficial public urine, but 'tis Heathenism among Christians not to hold Dulcis odor Lucri è re qualibut.  Emb. 
he's mad.  Roll. 
Signior Perenotto, it has puzzled my understanding, how you can subsist at Court without making use of the common sins, flattery, and corruption; take heed, y'are a great man, and 'tis ominous to die in your bed, a sign your children are like to inherit but weak brains, thou mayst go to Heaven, but thy heir had rather thou shouldest make a journey to Erebus, for the proverb's sake, happy is that Son, whose Father goes to the Devil.— Why when comes out my Don invisible, may be, he's here already for we cannot see him, what says my squirrel? thou look'st dull and Physical methinks, the crowns will return again invisibly, never fear it, and how does my grave Gymnosophist whose ambition is to be registered an honest Lord, though thou be'st buried upon alms, carried to Church with four torches, and have an inscription on thy marble worse than the ballad of the Devil and the Baker, and might be sung to as vild a tune too.— Gentlemen, I'll invite you shortly to see my head cut off, and do only entreat, you would not laugh at me when I am dead, 'twill show but poorly in you, and I shall revenge it with my Ghost walking.  Ful. 
Either he is very confident to achieve his design or late grown desperate, he talks so wildly.  Enter Servant. Don. 
I wonder, Signior Altomaro forgets us. Now, now, ye shall hear, this is his servant I know he is not far off, where is thy Master?  Ser. 
He is invisible— this Letter is directed to you.  
The Letter.  
GEntlemen, that you may perceive I deal plainly with you, I am now invisible; all but my hand, and here it is, you may with ease read every line, as I promised upon the receipt of your Crowns.— his hand.  Ser. 
I Sir, 'tis his own hand I can assure you.  Omnes. 
Ha, ha, ha.  Don. 
He does not mean to serve us so, thou dost but jest, where is he invisible.  Ser. 
Here I think, for I cannot see him, nor do I know when I shall, or where he willbe visible again, upon diligent search I found this paper, but my Master is not to be found.  Ful. 
Then he is invisible indeed.  Roll. 
All but his hand. Ha, ha.  Grut. 
I do incline to believe, that we are cheated.  Per. 
With a trick that he has. Ha, ha, ha.  Emb. 
You were Heretics in that point, till he did demonstrate. Ha, ha, ha.  Roll. 
I cannot contain my merry spleen. Ha, ha.  Ful. 
Come my Lord, let's leave them now, to be their own derision.  Exeunt Ambassador, Fulvio. Enter Guard with Morello. Don. 
Signior Morello, ha, ha, ha. How came he in a Petticoat.  Mor. 
Carry me away quickly, they will laugh me out of my little wit.  Roll. 
No, no, do not Gentlemen, remember yourselves.  Grut. 
we won't then.  Per. 
Morello? 'I'll wait upon him to the Duke myself.  Mor. 
What wise man in Italy would be in my coat now.  Exit. Roll. 
I was costive, and an Infidel, you are Christian coxcombs, and so, while I see what will become of the mirth, that is gone before, I leave your wise Signiorships to the mercy of your Garters, which is a speedy way, after a little time, to make yourselves invisible indeed. Fare you well.  Exit. Dond. 
Signior Grutti we are gulled.  Gr. 
I always thought he would cheat us, what shall's do, to prevent more laughter?  Serv. 
I am resolved— I shall get no more money by him, Gentlemen be not head-hung, droop not, 'tis in this Sconce, to revenge yourselves, and it may be, recover your Crowns too.  Dond. 
How prithee?  Serv. 
My Master—  Dond. 
Is invisible, we know't too well.  Serv. 
What will you give me, if I discover him to your eyes again, nay give him to your possession. Give him money.  Dond. 
This.  Grut. 
And this— oh quickly.  Serv. 
Then first know, my Master is not that man you took him for, no Altomaro he, but Bonamico the decayed Artist, he that made Properties, and grew poor for want of Pictures, who for fear of his Creditors left his dwelling, and in this quaint disguise, set up the Trade of cozening such wise Gentlemen as you are.  Grut. Dond. 
Bonamico!  Serv. 
The same.  Dond. 
Oh that we could reach him again.  Serv. 
Follow me close, and I will bring you within an hair's breadth of his false Beard immediately.  Grut. 
That will be excellent.  Dond. 
Nimbly good Mercury, nimbly.  Exeunt. Enter Eugenia, Fidelia, Mardona, Donella, Catarina, Cassiava. Fid. 
Madam you are too passive, if you be dejected what must we, whose hopes and blisses depend upon your Fortune.  Don. 
Oh liberty, liberty; are all the Roman spirits extinct? Never a Brutus in Nature, to deliver poor Ladies from this Captivity.  Cass. 
Since there is no probability of our enlargement, let's be merry, and despise our Sufferings, laugh, tell Tales, sing, dance, any thing to cozen our melancholy.  Eug. 
There are some thoughts that stick upon my memory, I would fain discharge.  Cat. 
Shall we try our Lutes Madam?  Eug. 
And voices if you please.  Don. 
Yes you may try, they say Music built the walls of Thebes, it were a greater miracle if you could charm these to fall, I shall never endure to live an Anchorite thus, and it were not for the happiness that I do sometimes dream of a man, I should leap the Battlement. Now would I give all my jewels for the sight of a pair of Breeches, though there were nothing in 'em.  Song. 
This but feeds our dulness, shall we dance Madam and stir ourselves.  Cass. 
I am for that Music, we shall grow to the ground and we use no more activity.  Eug. 
With all my heart.  Don. 
None a your dull measures, there's no sport but in your Country fegaries, a nimble dance will heat, and and make us merry.  They dance, which done, a Bell rings. Eug. 
Hark, the Bell.  
Exit Donella, and enters again with a letter.  Don. 

Some news from the Duke.  
A Letter Madam and these jewels.   Eug. 

Ha! whence— from Florence? reads.  
This is my father's practice, I'll peruse the Paper.   Exit. Don. 

I have an excellent hint Ladies of a mirth,  
Cannot but please the Princess.   Fid. 
What is't?  Don. 

It will require every one's endeavour,  
What if we play some pretty Comic Story,   Kat. 
A Play?  Cass. 
Shall we?  Don. 
we? Do not distrust your own performance, I ha' known men ha' been insufficient, but women can play their parts.  Mar. 
I like it, t'will be new.  Don. 

we will not present it to the Princess  
But engage her person in the action,  
We shallbe too few else, some pretty Interlude  
To square with our number— d'ye allow it.   All. 
Willingly.  Don. 
Come 'I'll acquaint you with a plot, then instantly: refer yourselves to me for your parts, we can receive no disparagement, our spectators cannot jeer us, for we'll speak but to the people in the hangings, and they have as much judgement, as some men that are but Clothes, at most, but walking pictures.  Fide. 
I shallbe on't.  Cass. 
What part will you give me, I'll be a King.  Kat. 
thou'lt play a Tyrant bravely.  Don. 
Let me alone, I'll fit you all I warrant you.  Exeunt Enter Dondolo, and Grutti. Don. 
Now our invisible Merchant is caged, we may redeem our opinion and pass again in the rank of discrete Courtiers.  Grut. 
I think now to most of the beholders, he is invisible all but his head, for he has but a small grate to look out at.  Don. 
He shall gull no more with his art I warrant him.  Grut. 
Nay, he is like to lie by't, for I hear since, all his Creditors, like so many Crows have light upon him, and they'll leave him but a thin Carcase.  Don. 
Let 'em pick out his Eyes, what care we.  Grut. 
He sent me an Epistle to take pity on him.  Don. 
But I hope thou hast more wit than to show thyself a Christian to such a Rascal as he is.  Grut. 
I returned him my Court compliment, that I was sorry I could not serve him: I would do him any office that stretched not to mine own prejudice, that we had taken order with his Keeper; upon payment of our sums disbursed, he might be enlarged.  Don. 
Which is impossible.  Enter Bonamico brave. 
Prithee let me see his Letter, in what submissive language the Rogue does beseech us,— Most heroic Signiors,— good— I throw myself at the feet of your mercy, for to your justice, I beg I may not be made a Sacrifice— nay, we'll make him beg ere we ha' done.  Grut. 
At the grate.  Don. 
I confess I ha' done you wrong— does he so? it shall not serve the turn— there is no hope I shall ever satisfy you,— all the better, lie and rot— if I be known a Prisoner to my Creditors, I am irrecoverably lost, oh compassionate, a miserable man, who otherwise must soon forfeit his day light, and die in a dungeon. Ha, ha, ha.  Bon. 
Save you noble Signiors.—  Grut. 
— Ha.  Don. 
'Tis 'tis he.  Grut. 
Did he not die in prison, and his Ghost haunts us, brave!— 'Tis not he.  Bon. 
When this eternal substance of my Soul, did live imprisoned in my wanton flesh, and so forth? and how d'ye like Don Andrea Gentlemen; poor snake, but he has cast his skin, and recovered a new coat o'th' destinies spinning. The Bird is flown again.  Don 
How the Devil came he at liberty.  Grut. 
And thus Gallant.  Bon. 
The slave does not beg of your Heroic Signiorship, a Court compassion, debts must be paid, there is no danger of the grate as the case goes, nor of forfeiting his daylight in a dungeon, if I mistake not, my illustrious pair of widgens, my serene smooth-faced Coxcombs, whose brains are curdled this hot weather: will your neat worship sell your cloak, ha? or you that superfluous double hatched Rapier, there be sums in Nature to lend you, upon security that I shall like of.  Don. 
He jeers us.  Grut. 
Would we durst beat him.  Bon. 
You see me now Gentlemen perfectly, what if I should walk before you without a body, my head hanging in the air like a comet.  Enter Rolliardo. Grut. 
Would thou were't hanged any way.  Don. 

here's Rolliardo too.  
Let's be gone.   Bon. 
Or shall I appoint you a day when I will be invisible all but my hand?  Don. 
No, I thank you Sir, we have some business at this present.  Grut. 
Let's to the prison, and know the wonder better— Noble Signior.  Bon. 
For your Crowns.  Don. 
we are glad we had 'em for you, dear Signior talk no more on 'em,  Exeunt. Bon. 
Farewell Phantasmas then— ha? 'tis he, Sir.  Roll. 
Keep your way.  Bon. 

You do not know me  
But I ha' brought a life which by your means  
Has been preserved from wretchedness, your Bounty,  
Deserves you should dispose it.   Roll. 
What are you.  Bon. 

I was the object of a charity  
we seldom meet in Mankind, from a prison  
You sent a sum to free me.   Roll. 
Prithee friend, if thoust received a benefit, go home, and say thy prayers:— I would forget it.  Bon. 

'Mong many whom your Nobleness enlarged,  
I came to make you tender of my service:  
Despise not Sir my gratitude.   Roll. 
D'ye mock me?  Bon. 

May my soul want heaven's mercy then: to you,  
Next my Creator, I do owe my this Being  
I have a Soul is full of thanks, but name  
Employment to assure you, and you make me twice happy.   Roll. 
I ha' nothing to say to you.  Bon. 
Then I ha' something to say to you.  Roll. 
How.  Bon. 

And you shall hear it too, and give me thanks  
Y'ave sowed your Charity in a fruitful ground,  
Which shall return it tenfold; nay one hundred.  
What you have done for me you shall acknowledge  
I will deserve toth' height.   Roll. 
thouart liberal in language.  Bo. 

I'll be active— off with this sullen face,  
It scurvily 'becomes you, d'ye hear.  
I studied for you, since you paid my debts,  
I'll do you a courtesy and save your life,  
Which your attempt upon the Princess has  
Left desperate, a happy fancy Sir,  
If Heaven will please to prosper it, and you  
Not be your own enemy to refuse it.   Roll. 
Ha, ha, ha, what mean'st?  Bon. 

Nay you shall laugh and heartily ere I ha' done w'e  
The Duke does love his Daughter, sends her all  
Rarities are presented to him.   Roll. 
His soul's not dearer to him— what of that?  Bon. 
Why then you shall be admitted into the Castle of comfort, that's all; the conceit is in my brain, and would you could as probably get her consent, to untie her Virgin Zone, as I dispose your access to her: it shall not cost you much, if I fail, instead of saying of my prayers, I'll curse the Destinies and die with you.  Roll. 
D'ye hear, I ha' bestowed 300. crowns already to set your heels at Liberty, if you do mock me, it shall cost me 500. but I'll ha' you clapped up again, where you shall howl all day at the Grate, for a meal at Night from the Basket.  Bon. 
You are in earnest now?  Roll. 
Yes.  Bon. 
By all that you have threatened, so am I, have but the patience to walk and hear me.  Roll. 
Can thy Art procure this?  Bon. 
My Art? Why look you, I made this Watch. I'll bestow it on you.  Roll. 
What to do? to reckon the hours I ha' to live.  Bon. 
It sha' not cost me so much trouble as that Toy did to make you master of your wishes, still if Heaven prosper it: come let's talk privately, you shall ha' the plot.  

He that doth many good deeds it may fall,  
Among the rest, one may reward them all.  
I long to be discoursing it, pray lead the way.   Roll. 
Provide again you mock me not— come on Sir.    

Actus, IIII.  

Scaena, I.  Enter Dondolo, and Grutti. Dond. 
ROllyardo pay his debts? Sure the fellow that never saw much money in's life, now by the Duke made Master of so many sums, is grown mad with 'em.  Grut. 
Many other he hath discharged they say.  Dond. 
He'll undo the Exchequer, and he hold on, he shall be Chronicled for't.  Grut. 
He has some cause to imagine himself short lived, and that makes him so desperately charitable, toward his end. Signior Perenotto.  Enter Perenotto. Peren. 
Dondolo and Grutti, News, News for ye.  Don. 
What we beseech you.  Per. 
You have lost the best mirth in Italy in your absence, your Companion Morello—  Don. 
Was carried to the Duke in a Petticoat, in which he attempted a passage to the sequestered Ladies— what's the issue.  Per. 
Mirth in Abundance.  Grut. 
How came he off?  Per. 
Nay 'tis on still, the Duke to make himself sport, would call a Counsel, before whom the poor Signior must be arraigned; not to hold you in circumstance, the Business was merrily discussed, & the pitiful projector was judged—  Don. 
How, how?  Per. 
To wear the petticoat for a Month, if he appear without it during the Term, he incurs his perpetual exile from Court.  Don. Gru. 
Ha, ha, ha.  Per. 
You may imagine with what variety of lamentable faces, the Courtier heard his unexpected sentence, some would have pleaded for him but for laughter, which continued so long and so high, that he had time to collect his scattered senses, and instead of swooning, which was expected, he grew fortified, and most humbly besought the Duke, since his sentence had passed so definitive, he would be so merciful, to admit him that course of a Moon to be his jester, that since he could not shake off the fool's Coat, that he might have that favourable pretence to keep it on.  Grut. 
Very good—  Per. 
'Twas easily granted, but ever since, to the astonishment of the hearers, he is grown so jocund and airy, nay as if he had been borne with a Song in's head, he talks everlasting Ballad, no man laughs at him but he lashes him in Rhyme worse than a satire, the Duke has privileged his mirth, made him fool-free, and now he plays the Tyrant— he's here already.  Enter Morello like a Jester. Mor. 

Oyes, o yes, o yes,  
If there be any one in City or in Town  
Can show me a wise man I'll please him for his pain.   Per. 
Disgrace has made him witty.  Don. 
What will you say to him, will show you a wise man?  Mor. 
Marry if he go far, he is not so wise as he should be. Dondolo, Grutti! Old acquaintance how is't? How is't?  Grut. 
The case is altered with you.  Mor. 
It does appear so, but nothing can make me proud, I'll know my Fellows.  Per. 
How do you mean Morello?  Mor. 

Your Lordship may make one at Football,  
'tis all the sport nowadays.   

What other is the world then a Ball,  
Which we run after with whoop and with hollow,  
He that doth catch it is sure of a fall,  
His heels tripped up by him that doth follow.   Dond. 
Do not women play too?  Grut. 
They are too light, quickly down.  Mor. 

Oyes, they are the best Gamesters of all,  
For though they often lie on the ground,  
Not one amongst a hundred will fall,  
But under her coats the Ball will found.   With a Fading. 
But we be three of old, without exception to your Lordship, only with this difference, I am the wisest Fool, for you play the fool in your old clothes, and I have a new Coat on.  Per. 
Does it not become him.  Don. 
Rarely well, do you ever mean to resign it.  Grut. 
'Twere pity but he should have a patent for't, to him and his posterity.  Mor. 
Hark you Gentlemen, d'ye hear the News?  Dond. 
News! what news?  Mor. 
D'ee not hear on't yet, why 'tis in a Ballad already.  Grut. 
And thou canst sing it?  Mor. 
'Twas well guessed, and I can but hit o'th' Tune.  

There was an Invisible Fox by chance,  
Did meet with two invisible Geese,  
He led 'em a fine invisible dance,  
For a hundred crowns a piece.  
Invisible all but his hand he would go,  
But when it came to be tried,  
Not only his hand which was left he did show,  
But a fair pair of heels beside.  
Invisible since their wits have been,  
But yet there is hope of either,  
Their wit and their Crowns may return again,  
Invisible altogether.   Exit. Grut. 
And he continue thus but a Moon, he'll make the Court mad.  Per. 
Oh 'twill be excellent, since it is not safe for a wise man to speak truth, 'twere pity fools should lose their privilege.— The Duke.  Enter Duke, Fulvio, and Courtiers. Fulv. 
My Lord.  Du. 
What is't?  Fulv. 

Here's an important Suitor calls himself  
An Artist, humbly craves admittance with  
A present which he'd tender to your Acceptance,  
And if my judgement err not, a most pleasing one.   Du. 

Let us see him, and his present  
It will reward my daughter's patience  
Love and Obedience:— All the Rarities  
Ten Kingdoms yield, shall not be thought too weighty,  
That she may shift each solitary hour  
With a fresh Object.   Enter Bonamico. A Cage discovered. Dond. 
Bonamico?  Grut. 
'tis he.  Duk. 

By my Love to goodness  
It is a Masterpiece, 'twill feed the Eye  
With plenty of delight.   Bon. 

I am as jocund since I am admitted, I talk as glib  
methinks, as he that farms the Monuments.   Du. 
Is't not Sirs?  Per. 

My Lord, I ha' not seen so much delight  
In any piece these 7. years.   Du. 
Where's the Master of this Work?  Bon. 
My Lord,  
I am the Constable, that put all these in the Cage, and you may call it a point of Injustice, for they never kept late hours, though they all wear feathers, there's not a roarer amongst 'em, and yet were they suffered, they'd fly high, for some of 'em are very lofty minded.  Duke. 
A pleasant fellow too.  Bon. 
Oh my Lord, w'are all borne in our degrees to make one another merry, the Birds make me merry, I make my wife merry, the Fool makes your Courtiers merry, and the Courtiers make your Grace merry.  Duke. 
And whom do I make merry?  Bon. 
The whole Commonwealth if you govern handsomely.  Duke. 

There's salt in's mirth:—  
I'll ha' this fellow wait i'th' Court.   Bon. 
I shall be kicked out by the Pages.  Duke. 
Why so?  Bon. 
Because I cannot flatter.  Duke. 

A conceited Thing,  
We lack the Humourist Rollyardo here.   Dond. 
We see him i'th' Court ere while my Lord.  Duke. 

This humour would ha'bin a gadfly to him  
And stung him to the quick.   Bon. 
Not altogether so Duke?  Grut. 
Fellow, what Bird is that?  Bon. 
Fellow?— Cry mercy, I'd forgot you, fellow I'll tell thee, d''ee not know him, 'tis an Arabian Woodcock, the same that carried a Bunch of Grapes in January last to Bethiem Gabor.  Dond. 
And what call you this?  Bon. 

This was the Duke of Venice his own Bulfinch,  
And taken by the Turks.   Du. 
By the Turks sayst thou? He droops indeed.  Bon. 

Since his Captivity the Wretch endured  
Much misery by the infidel, it had nothing  
But bread and water for three Months.   Fulv. 
A shrewd Calamity.  Duke. 
I do affect this Fellows prate.  Per. 
what's this?  Bon. 

This is the Blackbird, which was hatched that day  
Gondamoure died, and which was ominous  
About that time Spinola's Thrush forsook him.   Per. 
Was this he—  Bon. 
Yes.  Duke. 
And what was this?  Bon. 

This was the Pigeon was so shrewdly handled  
For carrying Letters at the siege of Bergen.   Per. 
Alas pretty Bird—  Bon. 

This a Wagtail of the City, which a silkman  
So dearly loved, he called it wife, but could not  
(Though in much jealousy he had caged her up)  
Keep her from flying out: This was a Rail,  
Bred up by a zealous Brother in Amsterdam  
Which being sent unto an English Lady,  
Was ta'en at Sea by Dunkirks— Name but Rome,  
And straight she gapes as she would eat the Pope.  
A Bird to be made much on: She and the Horse  
That snorts at Spain, by an instinct of Nature  
Should ha' shown tricks together: I could run over—  
But your gracious pardon.   Duke. 
How, our pardon?  Bon. 
I'm now another man, and know my distance.  Duke. 
This man is good at all.  Brn. 

My Buffoon face is off, I did but show  
The impudent condition of a Mountebank  
That sets off base Toys with miraculous Lies  
Thus far I'll boast: they are the only choice  
Italy and other parts of Europe yield  
For the work if it prove so fortunate  
To receive Grace from your divine acceptance  
The workmanship (so duty suffer not)  
I freely tender—   Duke. 

No, that were to quench  
The fire in all Deservers— Fulvio.   Fulv. 
My Lord.  Duke. 
Pay the cost double, I'll send it to my daughter.  Bon. 
It takes, as Art could wish it.  Duke. 

I know it is a present, the sweet soul  
Will raise much joy in:— Signior Perenotto—   Per. 
My Lord.  Bon. 
There are two Birds I ha' not named.  Dond. 
What are they?  Bon. 
A pair of Gulls, which you may share between you.  Per. 
It shall my Lord.  Duke. 

If Florence now keep touch, we shortly shall,  
Conclude all fear, with a glad Nuptial.   Exeunt. Enter Eugenia, Fidelia, Mardona, Donella, Cass. Katerina. Don. 
Ye like this Story best then?  Eug. 
That of Jupiter and Danae comes near our own.  Don. 
Be it so, we are all perfect in the plot I think.  Eug. 
You shall dispose the rest.  Don. 
You will not be ambitious then, and quarrel About the parts, like your spruce Actor, that will not play out of the best Clothes, and the fine young Prince, who if he fight, 'tis six to four he kills all and gets the Lady.  Fid. 
We are constant, you shall appoint 'em.  Don. 
Then Madam without Ceremony, you shall ply Danae, that is shut up in the Brazen Tower.  Eu. 
Well I'm contented, 'twill suit with my present fortune.  Don. 
I need not to instruct you in the Character: you shall be the King Acrisius her father, a jealous, harsh, crabbed man, who in fear of the Oracle, commands her to be thus enclosed.  Mar. 
So:— I'll fit you for a Vinegar King.  Don. 

No matter for Properties—  
We'll imagine Madam you have a beard.   Fid. 
What shall I play?  Don. 
You must be Ladies whom the King leaves to keep her Company, entertain what humour you please.  Cass. Kat. 
This is our own parts indeed.  Don. 
Ye will play it the more naturally, and let me alone to play the Thunderer, I'll wanton love it:— now what your inventions and about it, imagine our Scene expressed, and the New Prison the Title advanced in form.  Eug. 
The new Prison! why?  Don. 
O 'tis an excellent Name, where Spectators throng together; as ours do methinks in the Arras already: the Music ha' their part, dispose yourselves for your entrances, while I speak the Prologue to our mixed audience of Silk and Cruel Gentlemen in the hangings— hem.  Kat. 
Let it be a confident Prologue howsoever.  Music. Don. 

Y'are welcome to new Prison, we have still,  
Our ancient Keeper, and we fear he will  
Speak in his old Key too, but do not look for  
Choice diet, for alas, we play the Cook for  
All you are like to feed on, let your palate  
Expect at most then, but a Root or salad.  
Picked from the Prison Garden, we know you are  
Judicious Hangings, and well seen, nor dare,  
We lift you up (too bold) lest we incense  
Your green and spreading wits with impudence.  
As I began, let me conclude in Rhyme.  
Hang Still you learned Critics of the Time.   
Now Danae and the Ladies.  Eug. 

Was ever Father to his Child  
So unkind, it makes me wild.  
When to beguile a tedious hour,  
From the top of this high Tower,  
I see every other Creature,  
Enjoy a Liberty by Nature.  
Can the silver running Fountains.  
And the Cloud aspiring Mountains.  
Every Grove, and flowery field,  
But a new Affliction yield.   Don. 
This is excellent, she has played the part before.  Cass. 

Waste not yourself in woeful plaint,  
Sorrow will not help Restraint.  
Think Madam all is but a dream,  
That we are in— Now I am out— beam, cream.  
Help me Katerina, I can make no sense rhyme to't.   Don. 
Cream is as good a Rhyme as your mouth can wish, Ha, ha, ha.  Cass. 
Does not the Arras laugh at me? it shakes methinks.  Kat. 
It cannot choose, there's one behind does tickle it.  Eug. 

A dream! Alas 'tis no relief  
For us to flatter so much grief.  
Fancy wants power to delight,  
Or if we could think it might,  
Such a dream so sad would make us,  
That it could not choose but wake us.   Don. 
My Lady has helped her pretty well out of her dream.  Kat. 

The Sun with glittering golden Rays,  
May appear one of these days.  
You know always after Winter,  
Comes the Spring and pleasant Summer.   Don. 
Winter and Summer, ha, ha, ha.  Mar. 
Winter and Summer? By my faith that's well, there's but half a year between, there be some call themselves Poets, make their Rhymes straddle so wide, a 12. Month will hardly reconcile 'em, and I hope, a Lady may straddle a little by Poetical Licence.  Cass. 
Madam your father King Acrisius.  Mard. 
Must I enter already— hum.  Eug. 
This is his hour to visit us.  Mard. 
How fares our daughter?  Cass. 
What voice is that?  Don. 
The King speaks through a Trunk.  Mard. 

How is't heroic Birth, what dulness cold  
As Saturn's, dwells on thy forehead, be bold  
To give thy grief a Tongue, instruct, child  
My paternal Nature, left I grow wild  
As the rude North:— thought of thee makes my hairs  
Silver, my blood is curdled with my cares.   Don. 
Most high and mighty Nonsense, sure the King has swallowed Pills, and his stomach not able to digest 'em, does vomit 'em up again.  Mard. 

Is thy Organ dumb  
Or am I grown cheap in Majesty, trivial Fool  
Shall I reap crabbed Thistles in neglect for rich Love?   Cass. 
Crabbed Language I am sure.  Don. 
Sure my Lady does not understand him.  Eug. 

If my brow so sad appear  
My Fortune's Livery I wear,   Mar. 

Weep no more, thy eyes pave the ground with pearl.  
My power is razed, My Crown thy Tribute Girl▪  
Here is nothing to want.   Eugen. 

Nothing to want indeed: to be  
A Prisoner speaks all Misery.   Mar. 

Curse not thy soft Stars, but take thy fair Bliss  
With comfort, free from loud noise and Fear, is  
Thy gaudy Station, when I have unscrewed  
Mystic Oracles, which not understood,  
Do perplex with involved sense,- I shall then  
Enlarge thy person Danae, till when  
If ought else do clog thy Thoughts, with unkind  
Thoughts, unload the dark burden of thy mind.  
Pronounce thy grief aloud my amorous Darling  
And I will—   Cass. 
Let him choose his Rhyme I beseech you Madam.  Mar. 
Vh, uh— cold phlegm obstructs my Language— barling, carling.  Don. 

Ha, ha, 'tis time to make an end,  
He was almost choked with his own phrase.   Mard. 
And you get me to play an old man again.—  Don. 
We'll have a young one for thee, 21. and a Coat, is a double game:— my turn comes next.  Eug. 

he's gone and leaveth us behind  
To tell our passions to the wind.  
Ha? what o'th' sudden doth surprise  
My active motion? On my eyes  
What dark and heavy Cloud doth sit,  
To persuade me it is Night,  
It is some Charm, I cannot keep  
These windows open, I must sleep.   Enter Jupiter. Cass. 
This was well passionated, now comes Jupiter To take my Lady napping, we'll sleep too, let the wanton have her swinge, would she were a man for her sake.  Jupit. 

Let the Music of the Spheres,  
Captivate these Mortal Ears;  
While Jove descends into this Tower,  
In a golden streaming shower.  
To disguise him from the Eye  
Of Juno, who is apt to pry  
Into my pleasures, I today  
Have bid Ganymede go play,  
And thus stole from Heaven to be  
Welcome on Earth to Danae.  
And see where the Princely Maid,  
On her easy Couch is laid.  
Fairer than the Queen of Loves,  
Drawn about with milky Doves.  
To thee let Paphian Altars smoke,  
Priests thy better Name invoke.  
When Hymen lights his holy fires  
Thou that canst infuse desires  
In the Gods, from thy Lip  
Let jove heavenly Nectar sip.  
And translate by kissing thee  
Into thy breast his Deity:  
But I rob myself of Treasure,  
This is but the Gate of Pleasure.  
To dwell here, it were a sin,  
When Elysium is within.  
Leave off then this flattering Kisses, Bell within.  
To rifle other greater Blisses.   Eug. 
The Bell— News from my Father.  Cass. 
Then your play is interrupted jove-Madam I'll see.  Don. 
Beshrew the bellman, and you had not waked as you did Madam, I should ha' forgot myself and played jupiter indeed with you, my imaginations were strong upon me; and you lay so sweetly— how now?  Cass. 
A present Madam from the Duke: one of the finest pieces of Pageantry that ere you saw: 'tis a Cage with variety of Birds in it: it moves on wheels: your Assistance Ladies to bring it in.  Eug. 

A Cage— if from Florence it shall to the fire,  
Or whencesoe'er it cannot be intended  
But as a Mockery of my Restraint  
I'm very sad o'th' sudden: ha? 'tis so  
Break it to pieces.   Don. 
'Twere pity Madam to destroy so much Art.  Eug. 

Yet spare the Workmanship, in the perusal  
There's something pleads for Mercy:— I feel within  
Some alteration, I know not what  
Let me entreat your absence for some Minutes,  
I am in earnest, pray do without Reply.  
Your eyes shell feed with plenteous satisfaction  
On this gay object, when I call you.   Lad. 
We obey you.  Eug. 

Yet can't I say I am alone, that have  
So many Partners in Captivity?  
Sweet fellow Prisoners, 'twas a cruel Art,  
The first Invention to restrain the wing.  
To keep th'Inhabitants o'th' air close Captive  
That were created to Sky freedom: Surely  
The merciless Creditor took his first Light  
And Prisons their first Models from such Bird Loops;  
I know yon Nightingale is not long lived,  
See how that Turtle mourns wanting her Mate.  
And doth the Duke my Father, think I'll,  
Take Comfort either in restraint, or in  
The sight of these that every moment do  
Present it to me, were these tendered me?  
They shall no more be Prisoners to please me,  
Nor shall the woods be robbed of so much Music:   She opens the Cage, and Rolliardo comes from the Pillar. Roll. 

I take you at your word fair Princess,  
I am the truest Prisoner, tremble not,  
Fear flies the Noble mind, for injury dares not come near.   Eug. 
Sir, what are you?  Roll. 
The humblest of your Servants.  Eug. 

You are not mine, for in this bold Attempt  
You have undone me.   Roll. 
You see I keep at distance.  Eug. 

Y'are too near, I will discover you, though  
I fall myself by your presumption.   Roll. 

Hold, be counselled rather  
But to calm Silence for a pair of minutes  
And none shall perish, you shall save him too  
That would for your sake lose himself for ever.   Eug. 

For my sake? What Relation has my Birth  
Or any passion I call mine to you.   Roll. 

Nor doom me unto scorn, I am a Gentleman,  
And when my inimitable Resolution  
In those Attempts whose very sounds breeds Earthquakes  
In other hearers, shall your knowledge fill,  
With wonder and amaze; you will at least  
Think I fall too low, if I love beneath you.   Eug. 
Ha? this is a strange accident.  Roll. 

Was it less  
Than death dear Princess to adventure hither.   Eug. 
It will be death however.  Roll. 
Y'are deceived Lady.  Eug. 
How I'm perplexed.  Roll. 

It had been death  
Your sight gives me a Lease of longer life,  
My head stands fast.   Eug. 
He speaks all mystery, I sha'not get him off I fear without some stain.  Roll. 

The truth is Princess, if you now discover me,  
(Though I made nice at first to put your fright by)  
You cannot harm me much, I ha' done my task,  
Do you fear me still? why is there such a space  
Betwixt us Lady?— Can you keep that man  
At so unkind a distance, that for your sake  
Has in his undertaking swallowed danger  
robbed death, of all his fears.   Eug. 
For my sake.  Roll. 

Yours— fair Princess, dare you so far trust me yet  
To let me kiss your hand.   Eug. 

Audacious Sir,  
I shall grow loud if you forget your distance  
Nor that you may hold long——  
I'm studying how I should be rid of him without their  
Knowledge: yet that's dangerous too, and might  
Show guilt in me, for he will boast on't.   Roll. 

Such was the Duke your gracious father's care  
He would put confidence in none about him,  
But saw me brought himself.   Eug. 
This is a fine Paradox.  Roll. 

Which must be to high purpose: come be wise  
And keep me while you have me, 'tis but reaping  
This fruitless Harvest, from my cheek and chin  
And you can form the rest, y'are young and beautiful  
Lose not the blessing of your Youth sweet Princess  
Fair opportunity waits upon your pleasure,  
You want but the first knowledge of your joy.  
Your Blood is ripe, come I am confident  
Your will is but controlled by upstart Fears,  
Like advanced Beggars, that will check their Princes,  
My safest way is yours, now to conceal me,  
It may be thought I have enjoyed you else,  
Ill Censure soon takes fire, nay perhaps  
To be revenged of your stern cruelty,  
I'll swear myself I have possessed you freely,  
Play your game wisely then, your honour lies  
Full at my mercy, come, 'tis in your love,  
To lead me to a secret Couch.   Eug. 

Bold Villain  
For these uncivil most unhallowed words,  
I'll die but I'll undo thee.   Roll. 

Stay and let me circle in mine Arms  
All happiness at once, I have not Soul  
Enough to apprehend my joy, it spreads  
Too mighty for me: know excellent Eugenia  
I am the Prince of Florence, that owe Heaven  
More for thy virtues, than his own Creation.  
I was borne with guilt enough to cancel,  
My first purity, but so chaste a Love  
As thine, will so refine my second being  
When holy marriage frames us in one piece,  
Angels will envy me.   Eug. 
Ha? the Prince of Florence.  Roll. 

I ha' made no travail for so rich a Blessing,  
Turn me to Pilgrimage, divinest Beauty,  
And when I ha' put a girdle 'bout the World,  
This Purchase will reward me.   Eug. 
Purchase?— I am not bought and sold I hope?  Roll. 
Give it what name you will, y'are mine Eugenia.  Eug. 
yours Prince? I do not know by what Title you pretend this claim; I never yet remember that I saw you,  

And if I had any interest in myself,  
Produce your witness, when I gave it you,  
I have possession yet, ere I deliver it,  
You must show stronger evidence.   Roll. 
Are we not Contracted?  Eug. 
Contracted? when? where?— Good Prince I pity your abuse.  Roll. 
'Tis firm between our Fathers.  Eug. 
Mine cannot give away my heart.  Roll. 
Cannot?  Eug. 

Shall not Prince, your travail and your trouble  
With this Conceit to boot, were it your own  
Invention, withal your Birds about you  
That can take me.   Roll. 

Is it my person Madam  
You hold unworthy? For my birth and Fortune  
Cannot deserve your scorn.   Eug. 

It takes not from  
The greatness of your State, or blood my Lord  
To say I cannot Love you, since Affection  
Flows uncompelled, and rests in the clear object,  
Nor do I rob your person of just value,  
If to me other seem as fair, and comely,  
Form may apparel, and become what we  
Affect, not cause true Love, you have enough  
To promise you a happier choice, attempt  
A Nobler Fate, and leave me to myself  
And humble Destiny, for know Florentine  
I have but one Faith, one Love, and though my Father  
Lock up my person, 'tis beyond his Will  
To make me false to him I gave my faith to.  
And y'are not Noble now if you proceed,  
Be then what you were borne, and do not tempt  
A woman to commit a Sacrilege:  
For when I give my heart to any other  
Than my Philenzo, I commit that sin.   He discovers himself. Roll. 

If you'll not pardon, I'll deliver up.  
Philenzo to be punished for this trial— See Lady.   Eug. 
My dear banished Philenzo!  Roll. 

O let not such a glorious building stoop  
It is my duty,   Eug. 
I will make it mine.  Roll. 

I have a double duty, for I owe  
Your Constancy as much respect and Reverence,  
As your most Princely person.   Eug. 
What for our safety?  Roll. 

Oh with what willingness could I be lost  
In this distracted Wilderness of joy.  
Tomorrow Madam, I go to my Arraignment.   Eug. 
How?  Roll. 

Spend no fear upon't  
Your Story shall be pleasing:— I ha' much  
To tell you— for your Ladies.   Eug. 

They are mine, what should our innocence  
Fear in their knowledge, I desire to hear  
The Circumstance of this wonder   Roll. 

It attends,  
The Story past; we must some Counsel find,  
The puzzle of our Fate, is still behind.   Exeunt.  
Finis Actus Quarti.   

Actus, V.  

Scena, I.  Enter Dondolo, Morello, Grutti. Don. 
WE are sorry, we gave thee distaste, come let's be friends, you did apprehend too nicely.  Mor. 
Nicely? it might ha' been your own case.  Grut. 
Come, you were unkind to rub us before the Duke so.  Mor. 
Be wise hereafter, and make the Fool your friend, 'tis many an honest man's case at Court. It is safer to displease the Duke than his jester, every sentence the one speaks, flatterers make an Oracle, but let the impudent fool bark never so absurdly, other men ha' the wit to make a jest on't, 'tis policy in State, to maintain a Fool at Court, to reach great men discretion.  D. Gr. 
Great men, we are none.  Mor. 
No but you may be, by the length of your wit and shortness of your memory, for if you have but wit enough to do mischief, and oblivion enough to forget good turns, you may come to great places in time, keep a fool a'your own, and than you are made—  Don. 
Made? What?  Mor. 
Cuckolds, if my Lady take a liking to the innocent, O your Fool is an excellent fellow upon all occasions.  

Song.  
Among all sorts of people the matter if we look well in,  
The Fool is the best, he from the rest, will carry away the Bell too.  
All places he is free of, and fools it without blushing  
At Masks and Plays, is not the bays thrust out, to let the plush in.  
Your fool is fine, he's merry, and of all men doth fear least,  
At every word he Jests with my Lord, and tickles my Lady in earnest:  
The fool doth pass the Guard now, he'll kiss his hand and leg it,  
When wisemen prate, and forfeit their state, who but the fine fool will beg it.  
He without fear can walk in, the streets that are so stony,  
Your Gallant sneakes, your Merchant breaks, he's a Fool that does owe no money.   Enter Rollyardo. Roll. 
The Duke, where is the Duke?  Mor. 
He's forthcoming, there's no more money i'th' Exchequer.  Roll. 
I come to give up my accounts and reckon with him, somebody tell him so.  Mor, 
And you do not reckon well with him, he'll be even with you, I'll do your Message.  Roll. 
Do, and say I sent a Fool o' my errand prithee, cry mercy, such an Office would ha' become either of you Gentlemen.  Dond. 
His tongue moves circular in abuses.  Grut. 
The Duke.  Enter Duke, Fulvio, Perenotto, &c. Duke. 
How now, what day is't?  Roll. 
'Tis Holiday.  Duke. 
How?  Roll. 
Therefore we are preparing a Morris to make your grace merry, they have chosen me for the Hobby-horse, and if do not deceive their expectation, they will laugh at me extremely before I die.  Duke. 
Do you come like one prepared for death?  Roll. 
Not so well I hope, as I may be hereafter, unless you will be unjust, and have a desire to be clapped into the Chronicles with some your Predecessors, for cutting off heads, when you do not like their complexion, 'tis but laying one block upon another, and I am quickly sent of a headless errand.  Duk. 
Injust do you remember what sums you owe for, do not jest away your life.  Roll. 
I crave no longer day for't, and I prove not myself free from my engagements.  Duk. 
How?  Rol. 
For although I had not the art to go invisible as these wise Courtiers nor could counterfeit another sex so becomingly as tother gaudy Signior, to introduce me to the Ladies, yet with your Princely licence I may say, 'tis done.  Duk. 
Done? what is done.  Per. 
he's mad sir.  Roll. 

I come not to Petition for a mercy  
But to cry up my merit, for a deed  
Shall drown all story, and posterity  
When it shall find in her large Chronicle  
My glorious undertaking, shall admire it  
More than a sibyl's leaf, and lose itself  
In wonder of the action, Poets shall  
With this make proud their Muses, and apparel it  
In ravishing numbers, which the soft haired Virgin  
Forgetting all their legends, and Love tales  
Of Venus, Cupid, and the scapes of Jove  
Shall make their only song and in full choir  
Chant it at Hymen's feast.   Duk. 
What means this boasting?  Ful. 
Rolliardo.  Roll. 

You think I am a lost man; and your gay things  
That echo to your passions, and see through  
Your eyes all that's presented, do already  
Tickle their very souls, with expectation  
To see me beg most miserably for life  
But you are all deceived— here I pronounce  
The great work done that cancels all my debts  
I have had access unto the fair Eugenia  
Your Princely daughter, stayed, discoursed with her,  
More, she has entertained me for her servant.   Per. 
Sir do you believe him.  Duk. 
Thou hast profaned a name will strike thee dead,  Roll. 

It cannot be, for if you mean your daughter  
'Tis that is my preserver, blessed Eugenia  
To whose memory, my heart does dedicate  
itself an altar, in whose very mention  
My lips are hallowed, and the place a temple  
Whence the divine sound came, it is a voice  
Which should our holy Churchmen use, it might  
Without addition of more exorcism  
Disenchant houses, tie up nightly spirits  
Which fright the solitary groves, Eugenia  
When I have named, I needs must love my breath  
The better after it.   Duk. 

Thou hast undone.  
thyself i'th' repetition, and in this  
Wherein thou cunningly wouldst beg our pity  
Thou hast destroyed it, and not left a thought  
To plead against our anger, where before  
Thy life should have been gently invited forth  
Now with a horrid circumstance death shall  
Make thy soul tremble, and forsaking all  
The noble parts, it shall retire into  
Some angle of thy body, and be afraid  
To inform thy eyes, lest they let in a horror  
They would not look on.   Rol. 

I am still the same, and let me be so bold  
To plead your royal word, 'twas my security  
Nor shall you take mine to induce your faith  
To what is done I have more pregnant evidence,  
Your highness knows that character.   Duk. 

Ha? 'tis not so, I'll not believe my eyes  
Come hither Fulvio, Perenotto read  
But not too loud, does she not write to me  
It is injust you let Rolliardo die  
Unless Eugenia bear him company.  
Give me the Paper.   Per. 

'Tis counterfeit my Lord, cut off my head  
If this be not a jig of his invention.   Du. 

My soul is in a sweat. I feel my blood  
Heave in my Veins— he looks as he had seen her.  
More my Prophetic thoughts do whisper to me—   Fulv. 
Believe it not Sir.  Duke. 
I wonot— Perenotto—  Don. 
I know not what to think.  Grut. 
The duke's perplexed, observe.  Roll. 
Will either of you speak for me Gentlemen, if the justice of my cause should fail me, I'll pay you for't, I know Courtiers that live upon countenance, must sell their tongues, what is the price of yours pray?  Grut. 
Humble yourself you coxcomb.  Duke. 

Away, and let not him stir I charge you.  
This does entrench too much upon her person,  
Have my endeavours to preserve Eugenia  
Of whom I thought so many men unworthy  
Ruined themselves? Humane invention  
Could not instruct me to dispose her where  
She could be more defenced from all men's eyes  
An Anchorite lives not prisoned in a wall  
With more security. 'Tis not possible  
Why am I troubled thus? My fear abuses me,  
In such a cause I would check an Oracle.  
And shall his dexterous forgery, unsettle  
My confidence, I won't show a guilt,  
Of so much weakness in me, Fulvio—  
And Gentlemen— we'll speak to you anon.   Roll. 
I ha' spoke too much already it seems, sure he has sent for her, I dare repose my life on her, to whose trust I gave my heart, she is a thousand witnesses in herself.  Fulv. 
It will be mirth Sir.  Roll. 
I like not this consulting, they break of pleasantly now in the name of Mercury what crotchet.  Duke. 

I see it is in vain  
To interrupt our fate, what is decreed  
Above, becomes not mortals to dispute  
Sit there,— nay be not modest, you were borne to't  
And therefore take your place, nay nay, be covered  
Imagine that a Crown, and these your Subjects  
As when I die, you know 'twill come to that.  
In right of my sole daughter— so, does he not  
Look like a Prince indeed, appears he not  
A pretty lump of Majesty.   Don. 
He's studying some speech I'll lay my life—  Duke. 

Against his Coronation, to thank all  
His loving Subjects, that as low as earth Draw their Swords: Eugenia enters and Perenotto.  
Thus offer him their duties.   Eug. 

Hold I beseech you  
Let not my duty suffer misconstruction  
If while my knee doth beg your blessing, here  
I throw my arms, and circle next to Heaven  
What must be dearest to me.   Duke. 
Ha?  Eug. 
My joy of life.  Du. 
Destroy me not?  Eug. 

Alas-I would preserve all, am so far from killing,  
That I would die myself, rather than see  
One drop of blood forced from his crimson Fountain,  
Or but one tear racked from your eye, oh hear me  
And after let your anger strike two dead.  
So you would let us dwell both in one Grave;  
And did you know how near we were in life  
You would not think it fitting that in death  
Our ashes were divided, you have heard  
When the poor Turtle's ravished from her Mate  
The orphan Dove doth groan away her life  
In widow's solitude, let me call him husband  
And tell yourself the rest.   Duke. 

Kill not thy Father with one word Eugenia,  
Thy Husband?   Eug. 
I do beseech you hear me.  Duke. 

Beg thou mayst be forgotten, 'tis sin  
'Bove my forgiveness, this a match for thee?  
What man can bring me a certificate  
He had a father, or was christened? He?  
We all are in a dream, awake me thunder.   Roll. 
Temper your passion Sir.  Duke. 

Some tortures to enforce confession from him  
How he procured access.   Roll. 
They sha'not need, you sent me Sir yourself.  Duke. 
we?  Roll. 
The Cage was my conveyance.  Per. 
That was presented lately with the Birds, you gave command.  Du. 
Be dumb, I dare not hear you.  Dond. 
This was a Bird in a Cage indeed.  Du. 

Search for the Traitor Bonamico presently  
He has betrayed me, they shall suffer both  
Before the noise be spread to our dishonour.   Eug. 
Yet will you hear me.  Du. 

I hear too much, thou hast forgot thy birth,  
Thy Fortunes, and thy Father, were my cares  
So wondered at abroad, censured at home  
Worthy of nothing but contempt from thee  
For whom they were begotten? thou hast ploughed  
Upon my Face, canst thou undo a wrinkle  
Or change but the complexion of one Hair.  
Yet thou hast greyed a thousand, taken from me,  
Not added to my comforts, more than what  
Like an indulgent Parent I have flattered  
myself into.   Enter Bonamico. Grut. 
Here is the other Traitor Sir.  Duke. 
Away with 'em to death.  Eug. 
Let me go too.  Du. 

It needs not, thou art dead already Girl,  
And in thy shame. I and the Dukedom suffer,  
Thou mayst remember (false to thy own vow)  
Philenzo whom I banished, for thy sake.  
The title of my Subject, and thy Love  
To him, pulled our displeasure on him, since  
we studying to add more height to thee,  
Thou hast made thyself less, and for aught we know,  
Clasped with the son of Earth to cool the Fever  
Of hot sin in thy veins, ingrateful to  
Philenzo, cold already in thy memory.   Roll. 

'Tis happiness enough that you have mentioned him,  
And whither to your Mercy, or your justice,  
See that Philenzo kneel.   Omnes. 
Lord Philenzo.  Ful. 
My Noble cousin so near me, and concealed.  Eug. 

Your daughter's knees join with his bended heart  
To beg your pardon.   Duke. 
Philenzo? were not you banished Sir.  Roll. 
It was your sentence.  Duke. 

In pain of death not to return, blessed Fate  
Thou hast relieved me, hadst thou died before  
By our command, it would have been thought Tyranny  
Though none durst tell us so, now we have argument  
Of justice, and our every breath is Law  
To speak thee dead at once, we sha'not need  
To study a divorce, thy second exile  
Shall be Eternal, Death.   Roll. 
You do me honour.  Duke. 

Be it your punishment, as you preferred him  
By Art to her, now by another Art  
For ever to divide 'em, be's Executioner,  
And after make him higher by the head,  
To cure's ambition, see't advanced.   Roll. 

Ere I go, dread Sir,  
I have an humble suit, it is not life  
I'll ask, for that I give up willingly  
And call it Mercy in you to immortalize  
The affection I shall owe Eugenia,  
Your other banishment is only Death,  
You new create me now, it was my aim  
And my attempt you thought so bold, I made  
To serve this end, that since I could not live  
I might die for her; pray reprieve my breath  
But till I take my leave, one minute does it  
It shall be a very short, and silent farewell.   Enter Ambassador. Duk. 
'Tis granted.  Fu. 
My Lord Ambassador.  Duk. 
Not the least whisper of Philenzo, as you value our regard— O my good Lord welcome.  Emb. 
Letters to your Grace.  Duk. 
They are grateful as my comfort— Perenotto, let them withdraw; Her vain will be discovered— Fulvio follow and part 'em, give order for his execution, off with his head instantly— I can read no more for joy, Perenotto use your best oratory on my daughter to forget that Traitor, and prepare to marry Florence, 'tis concluded to be solemnised by proxy.  Don. 
I'll see the execution.  Exit. Duk. 
Now to the rest,  
Your last letters were acceptable; and our son before had intention to finish the marriage in his person, but lately receiving intelligence, that one Philenzo of Noble birth, now in exile, though without your consent, had long since interest in your daughter's affection, we thought meet rather to advise for his repeal then proceed to our dishonour; where the hearts meet, there only marriages are sacred, and Princes should be exemplary in all justice, although we disclaim in this design, on our parts, we will continue all other Princely correspondence.  

I am justly punished and have run myself  
Into a labyrinth, from whence no art  
Can bring me of with safety— my Lord you may  
Please to retire yourself, a thousand wheels  
Do move preposterous in my brain, what care?  
I lose myself, run with a hast thou wod'st  
Preserve my life, and stay the execution.  
I will not have a drop of blood fall from  
Philenzo for my Dukedom, fly I say  
Thou shouldst be there already.   Enter Dondolo. 
How now, has Philenzo still a head on?  Don. 
Yes my Lord.  Duke. 

Follow him, and with that Nimbleness thou wouldst  
Leap from thy Chamber when the roof's afire  
Proclaim aloud our pardon to Philenzo.  
And bring him back to us.   Dond. 

'Tis too late Sir, Philenzo's dead already  
He saved the Executioner that trouble.  
The voice is, he is poisoned.   Enter Fulvio. Duke. 

Poisoned, how—  
Where is Philenzo?  
This fool reports him poisoned, what circumstance?   Fulv. 

He had no sooner parted from Eugenia,  
But suddenly he fainted, at which fall  
Of his own spirit, he seemed grieved with shame  
To show so little courage near his death,  
Which he called martyrdom, and presently  
Whither supplied by other, or prepared  
By himself we know not, he had a Viol  
Of water sovereign as was pretended  
To enliven his dull heart, he drank it up  
And soon showed cheerful in his eyes, we led  
Him smiling forward, but before we could  
Approach the place of death, he sunk again  
But irrecoverably, for in vain we applied  
Our help, by which we did conclude he had  
Drunk poison.   Duke. 

All this talk is such, and through  
My ear I take it in, with as much danger,  
I feel it active in my Brain already.  
Call our Physicians I will hang 'em all  
Unless they can recover him, it shall be  
Death to save any man hereafter, if  
They suffer him to perish.   Enter Perenotto, Eugenia. Fulv. 

Sir your Daughter  
It seems the accident has arrived at her.   Du. 

Arrived at her? Fame will soon spread it Fulvio,  
About the world, and we shall be their mockery.  
He's dead they tell me Girl, poisoned they say, too.   Eug. 
Oh my Philenzo.  Enter Grutti, Philenzo's Body is brought in, and laid upon a Carpet. Duke. 

Eugenia 'shalt not marry Florence now,  
Nor any other since Philenzo's dead,  
But thou wilt not believe me, had he lived  
He had been thine, that minute took him hence,  
Wherein I first resolved to ha' given thee to him.   Eug. 

Oh do not mock me Sir, to add to my  
Affliction, you ne'er would give me to him.   Duke. 

May Heaven forgive me never then, but what  
Avails too late compunction? Noble Gentleman  
Thou shalt have Princely Funeral, and carry  
On thy cold marble the Inscription of  
Our son in death, and my Eugenia's Husband.   Fulv. 

Madam, this sorrow for his loss is Real.  
We met the Florentine Ambassador  
Who told me the Expectation of that Prince  
Was now dissolved, and Messengers were sent  
To stay the Execution.   Duke. 

Who now  
Shall marry my Eugenia, I have undone  
The hope of our posterity.   Eug. 

Not so Sir,  
If yet you'll give me leave to make my choice  
I'll not despair to find a Husband.   Duke. 
Where?  Eug. 

Here Royal Sir, Philenzo is not dead  
But made by Virtue of a drink to seem so  
Thus to prevent his suffering, that I might  
Or other friend by my confederacy,  
By begging of his body fit for burial,  
Preserve him from your anger.   Duke. 
Dost not mock me!  Eug. 

Let me beg your pardon,  
Confident of your change to mercy, I have  
Confessed what terror could not force me to.   Enter Morello, and Ladies, Grut. 
This is pretty Dondolo.  Duke. 
Blessings fall doubly on thee.  Eugen. 

He expects  
Not such a full stream of happiness, heaven dispose him  
To meet it quickly,   Per. 
Here are strange turnings, see he stirs.  Roll. 

Where am I now? no matter where I be  
'tis Heaven if my Eugenia meet me here  
She made some promise sure to such a purpose.  
This Music sounds divinely, ha Eugenia  
'Tis so, let's dwell here for Eternity  
If I be dead, I won't live again  
If living— ha! I'm lost, lost for ever.   Duke., 

Not found till now, take her a gift from me  
And call me father.   Roll. 
I am not yet awake.  Eug. 

Thou art Philenzo, and all this is truth,  
My Father is Converted.   Roll. 
'Tis a Miracle.  Duke. 

You must believe it,  
In sign how we are pleased proclaim this day  
Through Mantua a pardon to all offenders  
As amply as when we took our Crown.   Mor. 
Then my Petticoat is discharged.  Dond. 
Now Lady you are free.  Grut. 
Make me happy to renew my suit.  Mor. 

And mine, shall's to barleybreak  
I was in Hell last, 'tis little less to be in a Petticoat sometimes.   Roll. 

Madam vouchsafe him kiss your hand  
we owe him much.   Duke. 
We'll take him to our Service.  Dond. 
I am too much honoured.  Duke. 

And you into our bosom, this day shall  
Be consecrate to triumph, and may time  
When 'tis decreed, the world shall have an end  
By Revolution of the year make this  
The day that shall conclude all memories.   Exeunt Omnes.   
FINIS.   

The Printer to the Reader.  
GEntle Reader, let me desire thy favourable correction of these places. viz.  
Act. 1. Page the fifth, for Ferrara read Florence. Page the tenth leave, out these words. Yet it shall be under 20. thousand Crowns, I will not leave the pawn for twice so much.  
Act. 4. in a Song for (two invisible) read (two visible many other Errors, (though for the most part literal,) thou shalt meet, which thou canst not with safety of thy own, interpret a defect in the author's judgement, since all books are subject to these misfortunes.  
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