THE maid's REVENGE.  
A TRAGEDY.  
As it hath been Acted with good Applause at the private house in Drury Lane, her Majesty's Servants.  
Written by JAMES SHIRLEY Gent.  
LONDON. Printed by T. C. for William Cooke, and are to be sold at his shop at Furnivalls inn Gate in Holborn. 1639.   


The Actors names.  
GAsper De Vilarezo, an old Count, Father to Sebastiano, Catalina and Berinthia Sebastiano, son to Vilarezo.  
Antonio a lover of Berinthia, and friend to Sebastiano.  
Valindras a kinsman Antonio.  
Sforza, a blunt Soldier.  
Valasco, a lover of Berinthia.  
Count de monte nigro, a braggart.  
Diego, Servant to Antonio.  
Signior Sharkino, a shirking Doctor.  
Scarabeo, a Servant to Sharkino.  
Daughters to Vilarezo. 

Catalina  
Berinthia    
Castabella, Sister to Antonio.  
Ansilva, a waiting gentle woman to the two Sister.  
Nurse.  
Servants.    

TO THE WORTHILY Honoured, Henry Osborne Esquire.  
SIR,  
TIll I be able to give you a better proof of my service, let not this oblation be despised. It is a Tragedy which received encouragement and grace on the English Stage; and though it come late to the Impression, it was the second birth in this kind, which I dedicated to the Scene, as you have Art to distinguish; you have mercy and a smile, if you find a Poem infirm through want of age, and experience the mother of strength. It is many years since I see these papers, which make haste to kiss your hand; if you do not accuse the boldness and pride of them; I will own the child, and believe Tradition so far, that you will receive no dishonour by the acceptance; I never affected the ways of flattery: some say I have lost my preferment, by not practising that Court sin; but if you dare believe, I much honour you, nor is it upon guess, but the taste and knowledge of your ability and merit; and while the Court wherein you live, is fruitful with Testimonies of your mind, my Character is sealed up, when I have said that your virtue hath taken up a fair lodging. Read when you have leisure, and let the Author be fortunate to be known  
Your Servant, JAMES SHIRLEY.   

A Catalogue of such things as hath been Published by James Shirley Gent.  

traitor.  
Witty Fair one.  
Bird in a Cage.  
Changes, or Love in a Maze.  
Grateful Servant,  
Wedding.  
Hide Park.  
Young Admiral.  
Lady of Pleasure.  
Gamester.  
Example.  
Duke's Mistress.  
Ball.  
Chabot Admiral of France.  
Royal Master.  
School of Compliments.  
Contention for Honour and Riches.  
Triumph of peace, a Masque.  
maids' Revenge,    

THE maid's revenge.  


Actus. 1. Scaena 1.  Enter Sebestiano and Antonio. Seb. 
THe noble courtesies I have received  
At Lisbon worthy friend, so much engage me  
That I must die indebted to your worth,  
Unless you mean to accept what I've studied.  
Although but partly to discharge the sum.  
Due to your honoured love.  Ant. 
How now Sebastiano will you forfeit  
The name of friend than I did hope our love  
Had outgrown compliment.  Seb. 
I speak my thoughts,  
My tongue and heart are relatives, I think  
I have deserved no base opinion from you;  
I wish not only to perpetuate  
Our friendship, but to exchange that common name  
Of friend, for  Ant. 
What? take heed, do not profane;  
Wouldst thou be more than friend? It is a name,  
Virtue can only answer to, couldst thou  
Unite into one, all goodness whatsoever  
Mortality can boast of, thou shalt find,.  
The circle narrow bounded to contain  
This swelling treasure; every good admits  
Degrees, but this being so good it cannot:  
For he's no friend is not superlative,  
Indulgent parents, brethren, kindred, tied  
By the natural flow of blood; alliances,  
And what you can imagine, is to light,  
To weigh with name of friend: they execute  
At best, but what a nature prompts e'm to,  
Are often less than friends, when they remain  
our kinsmen still, but friend is never lost.  Seb. 
Nay then Antonio you mistake, I mean not  
To leave of friend, which with another title  
Would not be lost, come them I'll tell you Sir,  
I would be friend and brother, thus our friendship  
Shall like a diamond set in gold not lose  
His sparkling, but show fairer; I have a pair  
Of sisters, which I would commend, but that  
I might seem partial their birth and fortunes  
Deserving noble love; if thou be'st free  
From other fair engagement, I would be proud  
To speak them worthy, come shalt go and see them:  
I would not beg them suitors, fame hath spread  
Through Portugal their persons, and drawn to Avero.  
Many affectionate gallants.  Ant. 
Catalina and Berinthia  Seb. 
The same.  Ant. 
Report speaks loud their beauties, and no less  
Virtue in either well, I see you strive  
To leave no merit where you mean to honour,  
I cannot otherwise escape the censure  
Of one ingrateful, but by waiting on you  
Home to Avero  Seb. 
You shall honour me,  
And glad my noble Father, to whom you are  
No stranger, your own worth before, hath been  
Sufficient preparation.  Ant. 
Ha?  
I have not so much choice Sebastian,  
But if one Sister of Antonio's,  
May have a commendation to your thoughts,  
I will not spend much Art in praising her,  
Her virtue speak itself, I shall be happy,  
And be confirmed you brother, though I miss  
Acceptance at Avero.  Seb. 
Still you out do me, I could never wish  
My service better placed, at opportunity  
I'll visit you at Eluas, i'th' mean time  
Let's haste to Avero, where with you I'll bring  
My double welcome, and not fail to second  
Any design.  Ant. 
You shall teach me a lesson  
Against we meet at Eluas Castle sit.  Exeunt. Enter Gaspar de Vilarezo, and a Servant. Vil. 
What gallants sirrah are they newly entered?  Ser. 
Count de Monte Nigro my Lord, and Don Valasco,  Vil. 
Give your observance then, I know their business;  
Catalina and Berinthia are the stars  
Direct them hither, Gaspar's house shall give  
Respect to all, but they are two such jewels,  
I must dispose maturely, I should else  
Return ingratitude upon the heavens  
For leaving me such pledges, not am I,  
Like other fathers carried with the stream  
Of love tooth youngest, as they were in birth  
They had my tenderness, Catalina then  
Is eldest in my care, Berinthia  
Her child's part too, both fair and virtuous;  
But daughters are held losses to a family,  
Sons only to maintain honour and stem  
Alive in their posterity, and I now think on't,  
My son Sebastiano hath been slow  
In his return from Lisbon, oh that boy  
Renews my age with hope, and hath returned  
My care in education, weight for weight  
With noble quality, will beloved byth' best  
O the Dons in Spain and Portugal, whose loves  
Do often threaten his absence to such length  
As this hath been.  Enter Count de monte Nigro, and Catalina. 
But Here's my eldest daughter  
With her amorous Count, I'll not be seen,  Exit. Cata. 
You have been absent long my noble Count,  
beshrew me but I dreamed on you last night.  Count. 
Ha ha, did you so, I tickle her in her sleep I perceive;  
Sweet Lady I did but like the valiant beast,  
Give a little ground, to return with a greater  
Force of love, now by my father's sword  
And gauntlet thart a precious piece of virtue,  
But prithee what didst dream of me last night?  Cata. 
Nay 'twas an idle dream, not worth the repartition,  Count. 
Thou dreamest I warrant thee, that I was fighting  
For thee up to the knees in blood, why I dare do't,  
Such dreams are common with Count de monte  
Nigro, my sleeps are nothing else but rehearsals of  
Battles and wounds and ambuscadoes, Donzell Delphebo  
Was a Mountebank of valour, rosiclere a puff;  
My dreams deserve to be i'th' Chronicles,  Cata. 
Why, now my dream is out,  Count. 
What?  Cata. 
I dreamed that you were fighting.  Count. 
So.  Cata. 
And that in single combat, for my sake  
You slew a giant, and you no sooner had  
Rescued my honour, but there crept a pigmy  
Out of the earth, and killed you.  Count. 
Very likely, the valliantst man must die,  Cata, 
What by a pigmy?  Count. 
ay, that's another giant, I remember Hercules  
Had a conflict with'em, oh my Dona  
Catalina I well would I were so happy once to  
Maintain some honourable duel for thy sake, I shall  
ne'er be well, till I have killed somebody; fight, 'tis true  
I have never yet fleshed myself in blood, nobody  
Would quarrel with me, but I find my spirit prompt  
If occasion would but wink at me, why not? wherefore has  
Nature given me these brawny arms, this manly bulk,  
And these Colossian supporters nothing but to sling  
The sledge, or pitch the bare, and play with  
Axletrees; if thou lovest me, do but command me  
Some worthy service; pox a dangers I weigh 'em no  
More than flea-bitings, would somebody did hate that  
Face, now I wish it with all my heart.  Cata. 
Would you have anybody hate me?  Count. 
Yes, I'd hate 'em, I'd but thrust my hand into their  
Mouth down to the bottom of their bellies, pluck  
Out their lungs and shake their insides outward.  Enter Berinthia and Valasco, Ber. 
Noble Sir, you need not heap more protestations,  
I do believe you love me,  Val. 
Do you believe I love, and not accept it?  Ber. 
Yes I accept it too, but apprehend me  
As men do gifts, whose acceptation does not  
Bind to perform what every giver craves;  
Without a stain to virgin modesty  
I can accept your love, but pardon me,  
It is beyond my power to grant your suit.  Val. 
Oh you too much subject a natural gift,  
And make yourself beholding for your own:  
The Sun hath not more right to his own beams,  
With which he gilds the day, nor the Sea lord  
Of his own waves.  Ber. 
Alas, what is't to own a passion  
Without power to direct it, for I move,  
Not by a motion I can call my own,  
But by a higher rapture, in obedience  
To a father, and I have yet no freedom  
To place affection, so you but endear me  
Without a merit.  Cata. 
Here my sister.  Cou. 
And Don Valasco, how now, are thy arrows feathered?  Val. 
Well enough for roving.  Count. 
Roving I thought to.  Val. 
But I hope fair.  Count. 
Shoote home then; Valasco I have  
Presented my miseris with a paper of verses, see she  
Is reading of 'em.  Val. 
Didst make 'em thyself  Cou. 
My money did, what an idle question is that? as though we  
That are great men, are not furnished with stipendiary  
Muses, am sure for my own part I can buy 'em  
Cheaper than I can make 'em a great deal, would  
You have learning have no reward, she laughs  
At 'em, ay am glad of that.  Ber. 
They savour of a true Poetic fury.  Count 
Do you smell nothing, something hath some savour.  Cata. 
But this line my thinks hath more more feet than the rest.  Cou. 
It should run the better for that Lady, I did it a purpose.  Cata. 
But here's another lame.  Count. 
That was my conceit, my own invention, lame  
Halting verses, there's the greatest Art, besides I  
Thereby give you to understand, that I am valiant,  
Dare cut of legs and arms at all times and make 'em  
Go halting home that are my enemies, I am  
An ●ambographier now it is out.  Cata. 
For honour's sake what's that?  Count. 
One of the sourest versifiers that ever crept out of  
Pernassus when I set on't. I can make anybody hang himself  
With pure Iambicks, I can fetch blood with Asclepiads  
Sting, with Phalencium's whip, with Saphics Bastinado, with hexameter and pentameter, and  
Yet I have a trimeter left for thee my Dona Catalina  Ber. 
Conclude a peace sir with your passion.  
I am sorry love hath been unkind to you.  
To point at me, who, till the first have knit  
The sacred knot of marriage am forbid  
To think of love.  Val. 
But I cannot desist,  
I am in love with every thing you say,  
This your denial as it comes from you  
Bids me still love you, pardon fair Berinthia,  
Valasco hath not power to rule himself;  
Be you less fair, or virtuous, perhaps  
I may abate my service.  Enter Vilarezo, Sebestiano, and Antonio, Vila. 
Old Gaspar's house is honoured by such guests,  
Now by the tomb of my progenitors,  
I envied, that your fame should visit me  
So oft without your person, Sebestiano  
Hath been long happy in your noble friendship,  
And cannot but improve himself in virtues,  
That lives so near your love.  Cata. 
Don Antonio de Riviero.  Seb. 
The same.  Cata. 
With whose noble worth  
You oft have filled discourse, thought yourself happy  
In his choice friendship; if his body carry  
So many graces, it is heaven within,  
Where his soul is.  Vila, 
Sebastiano, thou hast largely recompensed  
Thy tedious absence, you shall dishonour me,  
Unless you think yourself as welcome here,  
As at your Eluas Castle, Vilarezo  
Was once as you are sprightly, and though I say it  
Maintained my father's reputation,  
And honour of our house with actions  
Worthy our name and family, but now,  
Time hath let fall cold snow upon my hairs,  
Ploughed on my brows the furrows of his anger  
Disfurnished me of active blood, and wrapped me  
Half in my sere cloth, yet I have mind  
That bids me honour virtue, where I see it  
Bud forth and spring so hopefully,  Anto, 
You speak all nobleness, and encourage me  
To spend the greenness of my rising years  
So to th'dvantage, that at last I may  
Be old like you.  Vila. 
Daughters speak his welcome, Catalina.  Cata 
Sir, you are most welcome.  Count. 
how's that? she says he is most welcome, he were  
Not best love her, she never made me such a reverence  
For all the kisses I have bestowed upon her since  
I first opened my affection, I do not like this  
Fellow, I must be fair to use doctor Sharkin's cunning,  Val. 
It were not truly noble to affront him;  
My blood boil in me, it shall I cool again,  
The place is venerable by her presence,  
And I may be deceived, Valasco then  
Keep distance with thy fears.  Anto. 
How now Antonio, where hast thou lost thyself?  
Struck dead with lady's eyes? I could star-gaze  
For ever thus, oh pardon love, 'gainst whom  
I often have profaned, and mocked thy fires,  
Thy flames now punish me, let me collect:  
They are both excellent creatures, there is  
A Majesty in Catalina's eye, and every part carries ambition  
Or Queen upon it, yet Berinthia  
Hath something more than all this praise, though she  
Command the world, this hath more power o'er me;  
Here I have lost my freedom, not the Queen  
Of love could thus have wounded poor Antonio:  
I'll speak to her; Lady I'm an Novice, yet in love.  Ber. 
It may be so.  Anto. 
She jests at me, yet I should be proud to be  
Your servant.  Ber. 
I entertain no servants that are proud.  Val. 
Divine Berinthia!  Anto. 
She checks my rudeness that so openly  
I seem to court her, and in presence too  
Of some that have engaged themselves perhaps  
To her already.  Vila. 
Come let us in, my house spreads to receive you,  
Which you may call your own, I'll lead the way.  Cata. 
Please you walk Sir.  Ant. 
It will become me thus to wait on you.  Exeunt manet Count, and Valasco. Count. 
Does not the fool ride us both?  Val. 
What fool? both, whom?  Count. 
That fool, both us, we are but horses and may  
Walk one another for aught I see before the door, when he  
Is alight and entered, I do not relish that same  
Novice, he were not best gull me; hark you Don  
Valasco, what shall's do?  Val. 
Do, why?  Count. 
This Antonio is a suitor to one of 'em.  Val. 
I fear him not.  Coun. 
I do not fear him neither, I dare fight with him, and  
He were ten Antonio's, but the Ladies Don, the Ladies.  Val. 
Berinthia, to whom  
I pay my love devotions, in my ear  
Seemed not to welcome him, your Lady did.  Count. 
ay but for all that he had most mind to your mistris,  
And I do not see but if he pursue it,  
There is a possibility to scale the fort, ladies'  
Minds may alter, by your favour, I have less  
Cause to fear o'th' two; if he love not Catalina  
My game is free, and I may have a course in  
Her Park the more easily.  Val. 
'tis true, he preferred service to Berinthia,  
And what is she then to resist the vows  
Antonio if he love, dare heap upon her?  
He's gracious with her father, and a friend  
Dear as his bosom to Sebastiano,  
And may be is directed by that brother  
To aim at her, or if he make free choice,  
Berinthia's beauty will draw up his soul.  Count. 
And yet now I think on't, he was very saucy  
With my love to support her arm, which she  
Accepted too familiarly, and she should  
But love him, it were as bad for me, for though he care  
Not for her, I am sure she will never abide me after it,  
By this hilts I must kill him, there's no remedy,  
I cannot help it.  Val. 
I'll know my destiny.  Count. 
And I my fate but here he comes.  Enter Antonio. Ant. 
The strangest resolution of a father  
I ever heard, I was covetous  
To acquaint him with my wishes, prayed his leave  
I might be servant to Berinthia,  
But thus he briefly answered, until  
His eldest daughter were disposed in marriage  
His youngest must not love, and therefore wished me  
Unless I could place Catalina here,  
Leave off soliciting, yet I was welcome,  
you fed on nothing but Berinthia,  
From whose fair eyes love threw a thousand flames  
into Antonio's heart, her cheeks bewraying  
As many amorous blushings, which broke out  
Like a forced lightning from a troubled cloud,  
Discovering a restraint, as if within  
She were at conflict, which her colour only  
Took liberty to speak, but soon fell back,  
And as it were checked by silence.  Cou. 
I'll stay no longer, sir a word with you, are you desperate?  Ant. 
Desperate, why sit?  Count. 
I ask and you be desperate, are you weary of your  
Life, and you be, say but the word; somebody can tell  
How to dispatch you without a physician, at a minute's warning.  Anto. 
You are the noble Count de monte Nigro.  Count. 
I care not a Spanish fig what you count me, I must  
Call you to account sir; in brief the Lady  
Dona Catalina is my mistress, I do not mean to be baffled  
While this tool has any steel in't, and I have some  
Mettle in myself too.  Ant. 
The Dona Catalina? do you love her?  Enter Vila. Sebast. Cata. Ber. 
She is a Lady in whom only lives  
Natures and art's perfection, borne to shame  
All former beauties, and to be the wonder  
Of all succeeding, which shall fade and wither  
When she is but remembered.  Count. 
I can endure no more, Diablo, he is mortally in love  
With Catalina.  Vala. 
'tis so, he's ta'en with Catalina's beauty.  Count. 
Sir I am a servant of that Lady, therefore eat up  
Your words, or you shall be sensible that I am Count  
De monte Nigro, and she's no dish for Don Antonio.  Ant. 
Sir I will do you right.  Count. 
Or I will right myself.  Cata. 
He did direct those praises unto me  
This doth confirm it.  Ber. 
He cannot so soon alter,  
I shall discover a passion through my eyen.  Count. 
Thou showest thyself a noble Gentleman, the  
Count is now thy friend.  Ant. 
Does it become me sir, to prosecute  
Where such a noble Count is interessed,  
Upon my soul I wish the Lady yours,  
Here my suit falls, with tender of my service;  
Would you were married, nay in bed together  
My honourable Count.  Cata. 
Your face is cloudy sir, as you suspected  
Your presence were not welcome; had you nought  
But title of a brother's friendship, it were  
Enough to oblige us to you, but your worth  
In Catalina's eyes, bids me proclaim you  
A double acceptation.  Ant. 
Oh you are bounteous Lady.  Count. 
Sir—  Ant. 
Do not fear me,  
I am not worthy your opinion,  
It shall be happiness for me to kiss  
This Ivory hand,  Count. 
The whilst I kiss her lip and be immortal.  Seb. 
Antonio my father is a rock,  
In that he first resolved, and I account it part of my  
Own unhappiness, I hope you hold me not suspected,  Ant. 
I were unworthy such a friend, his care  
Becomes him nobly; has not yonder Count  
Some hope of Catalina.  Seb. 
My father thinks that sister worthy of  
More than a bare Nobility.  Ant. 
I'll back to Eluas noble sir,  
This entertainment is so much above  
Antonio's merit, if I leave you not  
I shall be out of hope to—  Vila. 
Nay then you mock me sir, you must not leave me  
Without discourtesy so soon, we trifle time,  
This night you are my guest, my honoured Count,  
My Don Valasco.  Count. 
Yes my Lord, we'll follow.  Ant. 
Ha I am resolved, like Bargemen when they row.  
I'll look another way then that I go.  Exeunt,   


Actus 2. Scaena I.  Enter Catalina and Ansilva. Cata. 
Ansilva you observe with curious eye  
All Gentlemen that come hither, what's your opinion.  
Of Don Antonio?  Ans. 
My opinion Madam, I want Art.  
To judge of him.  Cata. 
Then without Art your judgement.  Ans. 
He is one of the most accomplished Gentlemen  
Ansilva ere beheld, pardon Madam.  Cata. 
Nay, it doth not displease, 'you're not alone,  
He hath friends to second you, and who dost think  
Is cause he tarries here.  Ans. 
Your noble father will not let him go.  Cata. 
And canst thou see no higher? than thou art dull.  Ans. 
Madam, I guess at something more.  Cata. 
What?  Ans. 
Love?  Cata. 
Of whom?  Ans. 
I know not that.  Cata. 
How not that? thou'dst bring thy former truth  
Into suspicion, why 'tis more apparent  
Than that he loves.  Ans. 
If judging eyes may guide him,  
I know where he should 'choose, but I have heard  
That love is blind.  Cata. 
Ha?  Ans. 
Virtue would direct him Madam unto you, I know not his  
Obedience, I shall repent if I offend.  Cata. 
thou'rt honest, be yet more free, hide not a thought that may concern it.  Ans. 
Then Madam I think he loves my Lady Berinthia;  
I have observed his eyes roll that way,  
Even now I spied him  
Close with her in the Arbour, pardon me Madam.  Cata. 
thoust done me faithful service, be yet more vigilant,  
I know thou speakst all truth, I do suspect him,  Exit Ans. 
My sister, ha? Dare she maintain contention?  
Is this the duty binds her to obey  
A father's precepts, 'tis dishonour to me.  Enter Ansilva. Ans. 
Madam, here's a pretty handsome stripling new alight,  
inquires for Don Antonio.  Cata. 
Let me see him, 'twill give me good occasion to be  
My own observer;  Enter Diego, 
Whom would you sir?  Die. 
I am sent in quest of Antonio.  Cata. 
He speaks like a Knight errant, he comes in quest,  Die. 
I have heard it a little virtue in some spaniels to  
Quest now and then Lady.  Cata. 
But you are none.  Die. 
My Mr. cannot beat me from him Madam, I am one of  
The oldest appurtenances belonging to him, and yet I  
Have little moss in my chin.  Cata. 
The more to come, a witty knave.  Die. 
No more wit than will keep my head warm, I beseech you amiable Virgin help my Master Antonio to some intelligence that a servant of his waits to speak with him from his sister Madonna Castabella.  Cata. 
It shall not need sir, I'll give him notice myself,  
Ansilva Entertain time with him.  Exit. Ans. 
A promising young man.  Die. 
Do you wait on this Lady?  Ans. 
Yes sir.  Die. 
we are both of a tribe then, though ween differ in our sex, I beseech you tax me not of immodesty, or want of breeding, that I did not salute you upon the first view of your person, this kiss be as good as press-money to bind me to your service.  Ans. 
'youare very welcome, by my virginity.  Exit. Die. 
Your virginity a good word to save an oath, for all she made me a curtsy, it was not good manners to leave me so soon 'you're very welcome by my virginity; was she afraid of breaking, it may be she is cracked already, but here she is again.  Enter Ansilva. Ans. 
May I beg your name sir?  Die. 
No beggar sweet, would you have it at length, than  
My name is Signior Baltazaro Clere Mautado,  
But for brevity's sake they call me Diego.  Ans, 
Then Signior Diego once more you are welcome.  Die. 
Bazelez manes Signiora, and what my tongue is not able to express, my head shall; it seems you have lived long a Virgin.  Ans. 
Not above seven or eight and thirty years.  Die. 
By Lady a tried Virgin, you have given the world  
A large testimony of your virginity.  Enter Ant. Berin. and Catal. Ber. 
I should be thus a disobedient daughter  
A Father's Hests are sacred.  Ant. 
But in love  
They have no power, it is but tyranny,  
Plain usurpation to command the mind  
Against its own election; I am yours,  
Vowed yours for ever, send me not away  
Shipwrecked i'th' harbour, say but you can love me,  
And I will wait an age, not wish to move  
But by commission from you, to whom  
I render the possession of myself:  
Ha? we are betrayed, I must use cunning,  
She lives in you, and take not in worse sense;  
You are more gracious, in that you are  
So like your eldest sister, in whom lives  
The copy of so much perfection,  
All other seem to imitate.  Cata. 
Does he not praise me now?  Ant. 
But here she is,  
Madam, not finding you i'th' garden,  
I met this Lady.  Cata. 
I came to tell you  
A servant of yours attends with letters from  
Your sister Madonna Castabella.  Ant. 
Diego what news?  Die. 
Sir, my Lady remembers her love, these letters inform you the state of all things.  Cata. 
What serious conference had you sister with that Gentleman.  Ber. 
Would you had heard them sister, they concerned your Commendations.  Cata. 
Why should he not deliver them to myself.  Ber. 
It may be then  
You would have thought he flattered.  Cata. 
I like not this rebound,  
'tis fairest to catch at fall.  Ber. 
Sister, I hope  
You have no suspicion, I have courted  
His stay or language on my life no accent  
Fell from me, your own ear would not have heard  
With acceptation.  Cata. 
It may be so, and yet I dare acquit you,  
In duty to a Father, you would wish me  
All due respect, I know it.  Ant. 
Diego.  Die. 
Sir.  Ant. 
You observe the waiting creatures in the black,  
Hark, you apprehend me.  Whisper. Die. 
With as much tenacity as a servant.  Cat. 
I hope sir, now we shall enjoy you longer.  Ant. 
The gods would sooner be sick with Nectar, than Antoni Antonio  
Grow weary of such fair society;  
But I am at home expected, a poor sister,  
My father's care alive, and dying was  
His Legacy, having outstaid my time  
Is tender of my absence.  Enter Vilarezo, Sebastiano, Count, and Valasco. Cata. 
My Lord Antonio means to take his leave.  Vila. 
Although last night you were inclined to go,  
Let us prevail this morning.  Cat. 
A servant of his, he says, brought letters  
To hasten departure.  Vila. 
Why sirrah, will you rob us of your master.  Die. 
Not guilty my Lord.  Count. 
Sir, if you'll needs go, we'll bring you on your way.  Ant. 
I humbly thank your honour, I'll not be so trouble some.  Count. 
Would you were gone once, I do not mean to trouble myself so much I warrant thee.  Ant. 
I have now a charge upon me, I hope it may  
Excuse me, if I hasten my return.  Vila. 
'tis fair, and reasonable, well sir, my son  
Shall wait on you o'th' way, if any occasion  
Draw you to Avero, let's hope you'll see us,  
You know your welcome.  Ant. 
My Lord the favours done me, would proclaim  
I were too much unworthy not to visit you,  
Oft as I see Avero; Madam I part with some unhappiness  
To lose your presence, give me leave I may  
Be absent your admirer, to whose memory  
I write myself a servant,  Count. 
Pox on your compliment, you were not best write  
In her table-books.  Cata. 
You do not know  
What power you have o'er me, that but to please you  
Can frame myself to take a leave so soon.  Vala. 
What think you of that my Lord?  Count. 
Why, she says she has power to take her leave  
So soon, no hurt ath' world in't, I hope she is an  
Innocent Lady.  To Berinth. Ant. 
The shallow rivers glide away with noise,  
The deep are silent, fare you well Lady.  Count. 
I told you he is a shallow fellow.  Vala. 
I know not what to think on't Berinthia.  Ant. 
Gentlemen happiness and success in your desires.  Seb. 
I'll see you a league or two.  Vila. 
By any means, nay sir.  Ant. 
Diego.  Die. 
My Lord I have a suit to you before I go.  Vila. 
To me Diego, prithee speak it.  Die. 
That while other Gentlemen are happy to divide their affections among the Ladies, I may have your honours leave to bear some goodwill to this Virgin: Cupid hath thrown a dart at me, like a blind buzzard as he was, and there's no recovery without a cooler; if I be sent into these parts, I desire humbly I may be bold to rub acquaintance with Mistress Ansilva.  Vila. 
With all my heart Diego.  Die. 
Madam, I hope you will not be an enemy to a poor  
Fly that is taken in the flame of the blind god.  Cata. 
You shall have my consent sir.  Vila. 
But what say a Ansilva, hast thou a mind to a husband?  Ans. 
I fear I am too young seven years hence were time enough for me.  Seb. 
she's not full forty yet sir.  Die. 
I honour the Antiquity of her maidenhead, thou  
Mistress of my heart.  Ant. 
Come let's away Diego our horses—  Vila. 
We'll bring you to the game.  Count. 
Yes, we'll bring him out of doors, would we were shut of him.  Exeunt. manet Ansilva. Ans. 
Hay ho, who would have thought I should have been in love with a stripling, have I seen so many maidenheads suffer before me, and must mine come to the block at forty years old, if this Diego have the grace to come on, I shall have no power to keep myself chaste any longer; how many maids have been overrun with this love? but Here's my Lady.  Exit. Enter Catalina and Valosco. Cat. 
Sir, you love my sister.  Val. 
With an obedient heart.  Cat. 
Where do you think Don Antonio hath made choice  
To place his love?  Val. 
There where I wish it may grow older in desire,  
And be crowned with fruitful happiness.  Cat. 
Hath your affection had no deeper root,  
That 'tis rent up already, I had thought  
It would have stood a Winter, but I see  
A Summer storm hath killed it, fare you well sir.  Val. 
How's this, a Summer's storm!  
Lady by the honour of your birth,  
Put off these clouds, you maze me, take off  
The wonder you have put upon Valasco,  
And solve these riddles.  Cat. 
You love Berinthia.  Val. 
With a devoted heart, else may I die  
Contempt of all mankind, not my own soul  
Is dearer to me.  Cat. 
And yet you wish Antonio may be crowned  
With happiness in his love, he loves Birinthia.  Val. 
How?  Cat. 
Beyond expression, to see how a good nature  
Free from dishonour in itself, is backward  
To think another guilty, suffers itself  
Be poisoned with opinion, did your eyes  
Empty their beams so much in admiration  
Of your Berinthia's beauty, you left none  
To observe your own abuses,  Vala. 
Doth not Antonio dedicate his thoughts  
To your acceptance, 'tis impossible,  
I heard him praise you to the heavens, above 'em;  
Made himself hoarse but to repeat your virtues  
As he had been in ecstasy; love Birinthia?  
Hell is not blacker than his soul, if he  
Love any goodness but yourself.  Cat. 
That lesson he with impudence hath read  
To my own ears, but shall I tell you sir?  
We are both made but properties to raise  
Him to his partial ends, flattery is  
The stalking horse of policy, saw you not,  
How many flames he shot into her eyes  
When they were parting, for which she paid back  
Her subtle tears, he wrung her by the hand,  
Seemed with the greatness of his passion  
To have been o'er borne, Oh cunning treachery!  
Worthy our justice, true be commended me;  
But could you see the Fountain that sent forth  
So many cozening streams, you would say Styx  
Were Christ all to it, and waste not to the Count,  
Whom he supposed was in pursuit of me;  
Nay, whom he knew did love me, that he might  
Fire him the more to consummate my marriage  
That I disposed he might have of access  
To his beloved Berinthia, the end  
Of his desires I can confirm it, he prayed  
To be so happy with my father's leave  
To be her amorous servant, which he nobly  
Denied, partly expressing your engagements;  
If you have least suspicion of this truth:  
Butye think she love you?  Val. 
I cannot challenge her, but she has let fall  
Something to make me hope, how think you she's  
Affected to Antonio?  Cat. 
May be  
Luke warm as yet, but soon as as she's caught,  
Inevitably his, without prevention.  
For my own part I hate him in whom lives  
A will to wrong a Gentleman, for he was  
Acquainted with your love, 'twas my respect  
To tender so your injury, I could not  
Be silent in it. what you mean to do  
I leave to your own thoughts.  Val. 
Oh stay sweet Lady, leave me not to struggle  
Alone with this universal affliction;  
You speak even now Berinthia would be his  
Without prevention, oh that Antidote,  
That balsam to my wound.  Cat. 
Alas I pity you, and the more, because  
I see your troubles so amaze your judgement,  
I'll tell you my opinion sir o'th' sudden;  
For him, he is not worth Valasco's anger;  
Only thus, you shall discover to my Father,  
She promised you her love, be confident  
To say you did exchange faith to her; this alone  
May chance assure her, and if not I have't:  
Steal her away, your love I see is honourable,  
So much I suffer when desert is wounded,  
You shall have my assistance, you apprehend me,  Val. 
I am devoted yours, command me ever.  Cat. 
Keep smooth your face, and still maintain your worship  
With Berinthia, things must be managed  
And struck in the maturity, noble sir; I wish  
You only fortunate in Berinthia's love.  Val. 
Words are too poor to thank you, I look on you  
As my safe guiding star.  Exit. Cat. 
But I shall prove a wandering star, I have  
A course which I must finish for myself.  
Glide on thou subtle mover, thou hast brought  
This instrument already for thy aims,  
Sister, I'll break a serpent's egg betimes,  
And tear Antonio from thy very bosom,  
Love is above all law of nature, blood,  
Not what men call, but what that bides is good.  Exit. Enter Cast abella and Villandras. Vil. 
Be not so careful coz, your brothers well.  
Be confident if he were otherwise  
You should have notice, whom hath he to share  
Fortunes without you? all his ills are made  
Less by your bearing part, his good is doubled  
By your communicating.  Cast. 
By this reason  
All is not well, in that my ignorance  
What fate hath happened, bars me off the portion  
Belongs to me sister, but my care  
Is so much greater, in that Diego whom  
I charged to put on wings, if all were well,  
Is dull in his return.  Enter Antonio and Diego. Vil. 
His Master happily hath commanded him  
To attend him homewards, this is recompensed  
Already, look they are come;  
You're welcome sir.  Ant. 
Oh sister, ere you let fall words of welcome,  
Let me unlade a treasure in your ear  
Able to weigh down man.  Cast. 
What treasure brother, you amaze me,  Ant. 
Never was man so blessed,  
As heavens had studied to enrich me here,  
So am I fortunate.  Vil. 
You make me covetous.  Ant. 
I have a friend.  Vil. 
You have a thousand sir, is this your treasure?  Ant. 
But I have one more worth than millions,  
And he doth only keep alive that name  
Of friendship in his breast, pardon Villandras,  
'tis not to strain your love, whom I have tried,  
My worthiest cozen.  Cast. 
But where is this same friend, why came he not  
To Eluas with you, sure he cannot be  
Dear to you Brother, to whom I am not indebted  
At least for you.  Die. 
I have many dear friends too, my tailor is one  
To whom I am indebted  Ant. 
His Commission  
Stretched not so far, a Father's tie was on him,  
But I have his noble promise, ere't be long,  
We shall enjoy him.  Cast. 
Brother I hope  
You know how willingly I can entertain  
Your bliss, and make it mine, pray speak the man  
To whom we owe so much.  Ant. 
'twere not charity to starve you thus with shadows,  
Take him and with him in thy bosom lock  
The Mirror of fidelity, Don Sebastiano.  Cast. 
I oft have heard you name him full of worth,  
And upon that relation have laid up,  
One dear to my remembrance.  Ant. 
But he must be dearer Castabella, hark you sister,  
I have been bold upon thy virtue, to  
Invite him to you, if your heart be free.  
Let it be empty ever, if he do not  
Fill it with noblest love, to make relation,  
What zeal he gave of a worthy nature,  
At our last parting (when betwixt a son,  
And friend he so divided his affections  
And out did both) you would admire him: were  
I able I would build a temple where  
We took our leave,  
The ground itself was hallowed  
So much with his own piety, Diego saw it.  Die. 
Yes sir, I saw, heard, and wondered.  Ant. 
Come I will tell you all, to your chamber sister,  
Diego our plot must on, all time is lost  
Until we try the moving.  Die. 
If the plot please you sir, let me alone to play my part  
I warrant you.  Ant. 
Come Castabella, and prepare to hear  
A story not of length but worthy your ear.  Exeunt Enter Vilarezo, Valasco, and Catalina. Vil. 
You have not dealt so honourably sir,  
As did become you, to proceed so far  
Without my knowledge, give me leave to tell you  
You are not welcome.  Val. 
My Lord I am sorry,  
If I have any way transgressed, I was not  
Respectless of your honour, nor my fame,  
Valasco shall be unhappy, if by him  
You shall derive a stain, my actions fair,  
I have done nothing with Berinthia,  
To merit such a language, 'twas not ripe,  
For me to interrupt the father, when I knew not  
What grace I hold with her.  Vil, 
Hell on her grace, is this her duty? ha,  
I can forget my nature if she dare  
Make so soon forfeit of her piety;  
Oh where is that same awful dread of Parent,  
Should live in children; 'tis her ambition  
To out run her sister, but I'll curb her impudence,  Cata. 
Retire yourself, this passion must have way,  
This works as I would have it, fear nothing sir,  
Obscure.  Exit Val. Vil. 
I'll cloister her, and starve this spirit  
Makes her deceive my trust; Catalina  
Upon thy duty I command thee, take  
Her custody on thee, keep her from the eye  
Of all that come to Averro, let her discourse  
With pictures on the wall, I fear she hath  
Forgot to say her prayers, is she grown sensual?  Cata. 
But my Lord.  Vil. 
Oh keep thy accents for a better cause,  
She hath contemned us both, thou caused not see  
What blemish she derives unto our name.  
Yet these are sparks, he hath a fire within,  
Will turn all into flames, where's Valasco?  Cata. 
Good sir, a much afflicted worthy Gentleman,  
At your displeasure.  Vil. 
Thou art too full of pity, nay thouart cruel  
To thy own fame, he must not have access  
To prosecute, it was my doting sin,  
Of too much confidence in Berinthia,  
Gave her such liberty, on my blessing punish it,  
'twill be a virtuous act, the snow I thought  
Was not more innocent, more cold, more chaste  
Why my command bound her in ribs of ice,  
But she's dissolved, to thee I'll leave her now,  
Be the maintainer of thy Father's vow,  Exit Val. 
Why I am undone now,  Cata. 
Nothing less, this conflict  
Prepares your peace, I am her guardian,  
Love smiles upon you, I am not inconstant,  
Having more power to assist you, but away,  
We must not be descried, expect ere long  
To here what you desire.  Val. 
My bliss I remember.  Exit Cata. 
Berinthia, you're my prisoner, at my leisure  
I'll study on your fate, I cannot be  
Friend to myself, when I am kind to thee.  Exit   


Actus. 3. Scaena 1.  Enter Sebastiano, Berinthia, Ansilva, Diego meets them. Seb. 
WElcome honest Diego, your Master Antonio is in health I hope.  Die. 
He commanded me, remember his service to you, I have obtained his leave for a small absence to perfect a suit I lately commenced in this Court.  Seb. 
You follow it close methinks Berinthia, I see this cloud  
Vanish already, be not dejected, soon  
I'll know the depth on't, should the world forsake thee,  
Thou shalt not want a brother dear Berinthia.  Exit Secretly gives her a Letter. Die. 
This is my Lady Berinthia, prithee let me show  
Some manners, Madam my Master Antonio speaks his  
Service to you in this paper: alas Madam, I was but  
Half at home, and I am returned to see if I can recover  
The t'other piece of myself, so, was it not a reasonable  
Compliment.  Ber. 
Antonio, he's constant I perceive.  Exit Die. 
So, we are alone, sweet Mistress Ansilva, I am bold  
To renew my suit, which lest it should either  
Fall or depend too long having passed my declaration,  
I shall desire to come to a judgement.  
My cause craves nothing but justice,  
That is, that you would be mine; and now since  
You self is judge also, I beseech you be not partial  
In your own cause, but give sentence for the plaintiff, and  
I will discharge the fees of the Court on this fashion.  Enter Berinthia. Ber. 
Here is a haven yet to rest my soul on,  
In midst of all unhappiness, which I look on,  
With the same comfort a distressed Sea man  
afar off, views the coast he would enjoy,  
When yet the Seas do toss his reeling bark,  
Twixt hope and danger, thou shalt be concealed.  She mistaking as she moved put up the Letter, it falls down. Ans. 
Here's my Lady Berinthia.  Die. 
What care I for my Lady Berinthia, and she thinks  
Much, would she had one to stop her mouth.  Ans. 
But I must observe her, upon her father's displeasure,  
She is committed to my Lady's custody, who hath made  
Me her keeper, she must be locked up.  Die. 
Ha locked up.  Ans. 
Madam, it is now time you would retire to your own Chamber.  Ber. 
Yes, prithee do Ansilva in this gallery,  
I breathe but too much air, oh Diego you'll have  
An answer I perceive, ere you return.  Die. 
My journey were to no purpose else Madam, I apprehend her. I'll wait an opportunity, alas poor lady, is my sweet heart become a jailor, there's hope of an office without money.  Enter Ansilva hastily. Ans. 
Diego I spy my Lady Catalina coming this way, pray shroud yourself behind this cloth, I would be loath she should ice us here together, quickly, I hear her treading,  Enter Catalina. Cata. 
Ansilva.  Ans. 
Madam.  Cata. 
Who's with you?  Ans. 
nobody Madam.  Cata. 
Was not Diego with you, Antonio's man?  Ans. 
He went from me Madam half an hour ago,  
To visit friends i'th' City.  Caf. 
He hath not seen Berinthia I hope.  Ans. 
Unless he can pierce stone walls Madam, I am sure.  Cat. 
Direct Don Valasco hither by the back stairs,  
I expect him.  Ans. 
I shall Madam.  Cat. 
Ha, what's this? a Letter to Berinthia, from whom  
Subscribed? Antonio, what devil brought this hither?  
Furies torment me not, ha, while I am Antonio, expect  
Not I can be other than thy servant, all my thoughts  
Are made sacred with thy remembrance, whose hope  
Sustains my life, oh I drink poison from these fatal accents,  
Be thy soul blacker than the ink that stains  
The cursed paper, would each drop had fall'n  
From both your hearts, and every Character  
Been texed with blood, I would have tired mine eyes  
To have read you both dead here, upon my life  
Diego hath been the cunning Mercury  
In this conveyance, I suspect his love  
Is but a property to advance this suit.  
But I will cross 'em all;  Enter Valasco. 
Don Valasco, you are seasonably arrived,  
I have a Letter for you.  Val. 
For me?  Cata. 
It does concern you.  Val. 
Ha.  Cata. 
How do you like it sir?  Val. 
As I should a poniard sticking here, how came  
You by it?  Cata. 
I found it here by accident o'th' ground,  
I am sure it did not grow there, I suppose  
Diego, the servant of Antonio  
Who colourably pretends affection  
To Ansilva, brought it, he's the agent for him.  
Now the design appears, day is not more conspicuous  
Than this cunning.  Val. 
I am resolved,  Cat. 
For what?  Val. 
Antonio or I must change our air,  
This is beyond my patience, sleep in this  
And never wake to honour, oh my fates,  
He takes the freehold of my soul away,  
Berinthia, and it, are but one creature,  
I have been a tame fool all this while,  
Swallowed my poison in a fruitless hope,  
But my revenge, as heavy as jove's wrath,  
Wrapped in a thunderbolt is falling on him,  Cat. 
Now you appear all nobleness, but collect  
Draw up your passions to a narrow point  
Of vengeance, like a burning glass that fires  
Surest i'th' smallest beam, he that would kill,  
Spends not his idle fury to make wounds,  
Far from the heart of him he fights withal,  
Look where you most can danger, let his head  
Bleed out his brains, or eyes, aim at that part  
Is dearest to him, this once put to hazard,  
The rest will bleed to death.  Val. 
Apply this Madam.  Cat. 
The time invites to action, I'll be brief,  
Strike him through Berinthia.  Val. 
Ha.  Cat. 
Mistake me not, I am her sister,  
She is his heart, make her your own, you have  
A double victory, thus you may kill him  
With most revenge, and give your own desires,  
A most confirmed possession, fighting with him,  
Can be no conquest to you, if you mean  
To strike him dead, pursue Berinthia,  
And kill him with the wounds he made at you,  
It will appear but justice, all this is  
Within your fathom sir.  Val. 
'tis some divinity hangs on your tongue.  Cat. 
If you consent Berinthia shall not see,  
More suns till you enjoy her.  Val. 
How dear Madam.  Cat. 
Thus, you shall steal her away.  Val. 
Oh when'  Cat. 
Provide  
Such trusty friends, but let it not be known  
Upon your honour, I assist you in't.  
And after midnight when soft sleepe hath charmed  
All senses enter the Garden gate.  
Which shall to open for you, to know her chamber  
A candle shall direct you in the Window,  
Ansilva shall attend too, and provide  
To give you entrance, thence take Berinthia,  
And soon convey her to what place you think  
Secure and most convenient, in small time  
You may procure your own conditions;  
But sir you must engage yourself to use her  
With honourable respects, she is my sister,  
Did not I think you noble, for the world  
I would not run that hazard.  Val. 
Let heaven forsake me then, was ever mortal  
So bound to woman's care, my mothers was  
Half paid her at my birth, but you have made me  
An everlasting debtor.  Cat. 
Select your friend, bethink you of a place  
You may transpose her.  Val. 
I am all wings.  Cat. Cat. 
So, when gentle physic will not serve, we must  
Apply more active, but there is  
Yet a receipt behind; Valasco's shallow,  
And will be planet struck, to see Berinthia  
Die in his arms: 'tis so, yet he himself  
Shall carry the suspicion, if art,  
Or hell can furnish me with such a poison,  
sleepe thy last sister, whilst thou livest I have,  
No quiet in myself, my rest thy grave.  Exi Exit Diego comes from behind the hangings. Die. 
Go thy ways, and the devil wants a breeder thou  
Art for him, one spirit and herself are able to furnish  
Hell and it were unprovided; but I am glad I heard all  
I shall love hangings the better while I live:  
I perceive some good may be done behind 'em,  
But I'll acquaint my Lady Berinthia,  
Here's her chamber I observed: Madam, Madam  
Berinthia,  Berinthia above. Ber. 
whose's there?  Die. 
'tis I Diego, I am Diego.  Ber. 
Honest Diego, what good news,  Die. 
You're undone, undone lost, undone for ever; it is time now to be serious.  Ber. 
Ha,  Die. 
Where's my Master Antonio's Letter.  Ber. 
Here, where, ha, alas, I fear I have lost it.  Die. 
Alas you have undone yourself, and your sister, my Lady Catalina hath found it, and is mad with rage, and envy against you; I overheard your destruction, she hath showed it to Don Valasce, and hath plotted that he shall steal you away this night, the doors shall be lest open the hour after twelve.  Ber. 
You amaze me, 'tis impossible.  Die. 
Do not cast away yourself, by incredulity, upon my life your fate is cast, nay more, worse than that.  Ber. 
Worse?  Die. 
You must be poisoned too, oh she's a cunning devil, and she will carry it so, that Valasco shall be suspected for your death, what will you do?  Ber. 
I am overcome with amazement?  Die. 
Madam remember with what noble love my Master Antonio does honour you, and now both save yourself, and make him happy, how.  Ber. 
I am lost man.  Die. 
Fear not, I will engage my life for your safety,  
Seem not to have knowledge or suspicion, be careful  
What you receive, lest you be poisoned, leave the  
Rest to me, I have a crotchet in my pate shall spoil  
Their music, and prevent all danger I warrant you,  
By any means be smooth, and pleasant, the devils  
A knave, your sisters a Traitor, my Master is your noble  
Friend, I am your honest servant, and Valasco shall  
Shake his ears like an animal.  Ber. 
It is not to be hoped for.  Die. 
Then cut of my ears, slit my nose, and make a devil of me, shall I about it say, 'tis done.  Ber. 
Any thing thou art honest, heaven be near,  
Still to my innocence, I am full of fear.  Die. 
Spur cut and away then.  Exeunt Enter Signior Sharkino in his study, furnished with glasses, viols, pictures of wax characters, wands, conjuring habit, Powders paintings, and Scarabeo. Sh. 
Scarabeo.  Sca. 
Sir.  Sh. 
Is the door tongue tide, screw yourself half out at one of the crevices, and give me notice what patient approaches me.  Sca. 
I can run through the key hole sir.  Sh. 
This fucus bears  
A lively tincture, oh the check must blush  
That wears it, their deceived that say  
Art is the ape of nature.  Sca. 
Sir.  Sh. 
Who is't?  Sca. 
My Ladies apron-strings, Mistress Ansilva her chambermaid.  Sh. 
Admit her.  Enter Ansilva. Ans. 
How now raw head and bloody bones, where's the  
Doctor Sharkino? oh here he is.  Sh. 
How does your virtuous Lady.  Ans. 
In good health sir.  
Where's the Fucus, and the Powder.  Sh. 
All is prepared here.  Ans. 
To see what you can do, many make legs, and you make faces sir.  Sh. 
Variety of faces is now in fashion, and all little enough for some to set a good face on't, oh Ladies may now and then commit a slip and have some colour for't, but these are but the outsides of our art, the things we can prescribe to be taken inwardly, are pretty curiosities, we can prolong life.  Ans. 
And kill too can you not?  Sh. 
Oh any that will go to the price.  Ans. 
You have poisons I warrant you, how do they look, pray let's see one.  Sh. 
Oh natural and artificial, Nessa's blood was milk  
To 'em, an extraction of Toads and Vipers, look  
Here's a parcel of Claudius Caesar's posset,  
Given him by his wife Agrippina here is some of  
Hannibal's medicine he carried always in the  
pommel of his sword, for a dead lift, a very active  
Poison, which passing the Orifice, kindles  
straight a fire inflames the blood, and makes the marrow  
Fly, have you occasion to apply one.  Ans. 
Introth we are troubled with a rat in my Lady's Chamber.  Sh. 
A Rat, give him his bane, would you destroy a City, I have probatinus of Italian Salads, and our own Country figs shall do it rarely, a Rat, I have scarce a poison so base, the worst is able to kill a man, I have all sorts, from a minute to seven years in operation, and leave no marks behind 'em, 'a Rat's a Rat.  Ans. 
Pray let me see a remover at twelve hours, and I would be loath to kill the poor thing presently.  Sh. 
Here, you may cast it away upon't, but 'tis a disparagement to the poison.  Ans. 
This will content you.  Sh. 
Because it is for a Rat you shall pay no more, my service to my Lady, my poisons howsoever I give them, variety of operations are all but one. Knocks within .Honest rat's bane in several-shapes, their virtue is common, and will not be long in killing; you were best look it be a Rat, Scarabeo.  Sca. 
Sir here's a Gallant inquires for doctor Sharkino  Sh. 
Usher him in, it is some Don.  Enter Count de Monte Nigro. Count. 
Is your name Signior Sharkino the famous Doctor.  Sh. 
They call me Sharkino.  Count. 
Do you not know me?  Sh. 
Your gracious pardon.  Count. 
I am Count de Monte Nigro.  Sh. 
Your honour's sublimity doth illustrate this habitation;  
Is there any thing wherein Sharkino may express  
His humble service? if aught within the circumference  
Of a medicinal or Mathematical science,  
May have acceptance with your celsitude,  
it shall devolve itself.  Coun. 
Devolve itself, that word is not in my Table book; what are all these trinkets?  Sh. 
Take heed I beseech your honour, they are dangerous, this is the devil's girdle,  Coun. 
A pox o'th' devil, what have I do with him,  Sh. 
It is a dreadful circle of conjuration, fortified  
With sacred characters against the power  
Of infernal spirits, within whose round I can tread  
Safely, when hell burns round about me.  Coun. 
Not unlikely.  Sh. 
Will you see the devil sir?  Coun. 
Ha, the devil? not at this time, I am in some haste,  
Any thing but the devil I durst fight with all, hark  
You Doctor, letting these things pass, hearing  
Of your skill, I am come in my own person, for  
A fragment of your art, hark you, have you any  
Receipts to procure love sir?  Sh. 
All the degrees of it this is ordinary.  Coun. 
Nay I would not have it too strong, the Lady I intend it for, is pretty well taken already, an easing working thing does it.  Sh. 
Here's a powder whose ingrediences were fetched  
From Arabia the happy, a sublimation of the Phoenix  
Ashes, when she last burned herself, it bears the  
Colour of cinnamon, two or three souples put into  
A cup of wine, fetches up her heart, she can scarce  
Keep it in, for running out of her mouth to you  
My noble Lord.  Count. 
That, let me have that, Doctor I know 'tis dear,  
Will that gold buy it?  Sh. 
Your honour is bountiful, there needs no circumstance, Minister it by whom you please, your intention binds it to operation.  Cout. 
So, so Catalina, I will put your morning's draught  
In my pocket— Knock at the door  
Doctor, I would not be seen.  Sh. 
Please you my Lord obscure yourself behind these hangings then, till they be gone, I'll dispatch'em the sooner; or if your honour think fit, 'tis but clouding your person with a simple cloak of mine, and you may at pleasure pass without discovery, my Anatomy shall wait on you.  Enter three serving-men. 1 
Prithee come back yet.  2 
Oh by any means go laynes.  1 
Dost thou think it possible that any man can tell where thy things are, but he that stole 'em, he's but a juggling imposter, a my conscience, come back again.  2 
Nay now we are at furthest, be not ruled by him, I know he is a cunning man, he told me my fortune once when I was to go a journey by water, that if I scaped drowning, I should do well enough, and I have lived ever since.  3. 
Well I will try, I am resolved; stay, here he is Pedro, you are acquainted with him, break the ice, he is alone.  2. 
Bless you Mr. Doctor; sir presuming on your Art, here is a fellow of mine, indeed the Butler, for want of a better; has lost a dozen of diaper spoons, and half a dozen of silver Napkins yesterday, they were seen by all three of us in the morning between six and seven set up, and what spirit of the Buttery hath stolen'em before eight, is invisible to our understanding.  3 
He hath delivered you the case right: I beseech you sir do what you can for a servant, that is like to be in a lamentable case else, here's a gratuity.  1. 
Now we shall see what the devil can do, heigh, here's one of his spirits I think.  Sh. 
Between 7 and 8. the hour; the 1 Luna, the 2 Saturn, the 3 jupiter, the 4 Mars, the 5 Sol, the 6 Venus, the 7 Mercury, ha then it was stolen, Mercury is a thief, your goods are stolen.  3. 
Was Mercury the thief, pray where dwells he?  Sh. 
Mercury is above the Moon man.  3. 
Alas sir 'tis a great way thither.  1. 
Did not I tell you you would be gulled.  Sh. 
Well you're a servant, I'll do something for you; What will you say, if I show you the man that stole your Spoons and Napkins presently, will that satisfy you.  3 
I'll desire no more, oh good Mr. Doctor.  1 
If he does that, I'll believe he has cunning.  Sh. 
Go to, hears a glass.  2 
lo you there now.  Sh. 
Stand your backs North, and stir not till I bid you;  
What see you there?  3 
Here's nothing.  Sh. 
Look again, and mark, stand yet more North.  3 
Now I see somebody. 1 And I.  The Count comes from behind the Hangings and muffled in a cloak steals of the Stage. Sh. 
Mark this fellow muffled in the cloak, he hath stolen your spoons and Napkins, does he not skulk.  1 
'Foote 'tis strange, he looks like a thief, this Doctor I see is cunning.  3. 
Oh rogue how shall's come by him, oh for an Officer,  Sh. 
Yet stir not,  3. 
Oh he's gone, where is he?  Sh. 
Be not too rash, my Art tells me there is danger in't, you must be blindfold all, if you observe me not, all is to no purpose, you must not see till you be forth a doors, shut your eyes, and lead one another, when you are abroad open them and you shall see again.  3. 
The thief?  Sh. 
The same, then use your pleasures, so, be sure you see not, conduct them Scarabeo.  Exeunt, Enter a Maid with an Urinal. Ma. 
Oh Mr. Doctor I have got this opportunity to come to you, but I cannot stay, here's my water, pray sweet Mr. Doctor, tell me, I am in great fear that I have lost—  Sh. 
What?  Ma. 
My maidenhead sir, you can tell by my water.  Sh. 
Dost not thou know?  Ma. 
Oh I do some what doubt myself, for this morning when I rose, I found a pair of breeches on my bed, and I have had a great suspicion ever since, it is an evil sign they say, and one does not know what may be in those breeches sometimes; sweets Mr. Doctor, am I a maid still or no, I would be sorry to lose my maiden head ere I were aware, I fear I shall never be honest after it.  Sh. 
Let me see Urina meretrix; the colour is a strumpet, but the contents deceive not, your maiden head is gone.  Ma. 
And is there no hope to find it again?  Sh. 
You are not everybody, by my Art, as in other things that have been stolen, he that hath stolen your maiden head shall bring it again.  Ma. 
Thank you sweet Mr. Doctor, I am in your debt for this good news; oh sweet news sweet Mr. Doctor.  Exit. Enter Count beating before him the three serving-men, they run in. 1 
Cry your honour mercy, good my Lord.  Count. 
Out you slaves, oh my toes.  Sh. 
What ails your Lordship?  Count. 
Doctor, I am out of breath, where be these worms crept, I was never so abused since I was swaddled: hark you; those 3. Rogues that were here even now, began to lay hold of me, and told me I must give them their Spoons and Napkins; they made a thief of me, but I think I have made their flesh jelly with kicks and bastinadoes; oh I have no mercy when I set on't, I have made 'em all poor johns, impudent varlets; talk to me of Spoons and Napkins.  Sh. 
Alas one of them was mad, and brought to me to cure him.  Count. 
Nay they were all mad, but I think I have madded 'em; I fear I have kicked two or three out of their lives; alas poor Wretches I am sorry for it now, but I have such an humour of beating & kicking when my foots in once: hark you Doctor, is it not within the compass of your physic to take down a man's courage a thought lower; the truth is, I am apt of myself to quarrel upon the least affront i'th' world, I cannot be kept in, chains will not hold me: t'other day for a less matter than this, I kicked half a dozen of high Germans, from one end of the street to the other, for but offering to shrink between me and wall; not a day goes o'er my head but I hurt somebody mortally; pox a these rogues, I am sorry at my heart I have hurt 'em so, but I can not forbear.  Sh. 
This is strange.  Count. 
How? I can scarce forbear striking you now, for saying it is strange; you would not think it: oh the wounds I have given for a very look; well hark you, if it be not too late, I would be taken down, but I fear 'tis impossible, and then every one goes in danger of his life by me.  Sh. 
Take down your spirit, look you, d'ee see this inch and a half, how tall a man do you think he was? He was twelve cubits high, and three yards' compass at the waste when I took him in hand first, I'll draw him through a ring ere I have done with him: I keep him now to break my poisons, to eat Spiders and Toads, which is the only dish his heart wishes for; a Capon destroys him, and the very sight of beef or mutton makes him sick; look, you shall see him eat his supper, come on your ways, what say you to this Spider? look how he leaps.  Sca. 
Oh dainty.  Sh. 
Here, saw you that? how many legs now for the haunch of a Toad.  Sca. 
Twenty, and thank you sir, oh sweet Toad, oh admirable Toad.  Count. 
This is very strange, I ne'er saw the like, I never knew Spiders and Toads were such good meats before; will he not burst now?  Sh. 
It shall ne'er swell him, by tomorrow he shall be an inch abated, and I can with another experiment plump him and heighten him at my pleasure; I'll warrant I'll take you down my Lord.  Count. 
Nay but d'ee here, do I look like a Spider-catcher, or toad-eater.  Sh. 
Far be it from Shirkino, I have gentle pellets for your Lordship, shall melt in your mouth, 'and take of your valour insensibly; Lozenges that shall comfort your stomach, and but at a week restrain your fury two or three thoughts; does your honour think I would forget myself, I show you by this Rat what I can do by Art: your Lordship shall have an easy composition, no hurt i'th' world in't; here take but half a dozen of these going to bed, ere morning; it shall work gently, and in the virtue appear every day afterward.  Count. 
But if I find myself breaking out into fury, I may take 'em often; here's for your pellets of Lozenges, what rare physic is this? I'll put it in practise presently, farewell Doctor.  Exit Sh. 
Happiness wait on your egregious Lordship, my physic Shall make your body soluble, but for working on your spirit, believe it when you find it; with any lies we must set forth siour'mples and compositions to utter them: so this is a good day's work; lean chaps lay up, and because you have performed handsomely, there is some silver for you, lay up my properties: 'tis night already, thus we knaves will thrive, when honest plainness know not how to live.  Exeunt. Enter Catalina and Ansilva. Cat. 
Art sure she has ta'en it?  Ans. 
As sure as I am alive? she never eat with  
Such an appetite, for I found none left, I would  
Be loath to have it so sure in my belly, it will work  
Rarely twelve hours hence.  Cata. 
Thus we work sure then, time runs upon  
Th' appointed hour, Valasco should rid me of all my  
Fears at once, upon thy life be careful to direct  
Him at his first approach, I am sick till she  
Be delivered; be secret as the night, I'll to my  
Chamber, be very careful.  Enter Antonio, Villandras, Diego, vizarded and armed. Ant. 
Art sure thou hast the time right.  Die. 
Doubt not, yonder's her chamber, the light speaks it; softly.  Ans. 
whose's there? Vallasco?  Ant. 
I.  Ans. 
That way, make no noise, things are prepared, softly  
So, so, this is good I hope and weight too, my Lady  
Berinthia will be sure enough anon, I shall ne'er  
Get more higher, I had much ado to persuade her  
To the spice, but I swore it was a cordial my Lady  
Used herself, and poor fool she has swallowed it  
Sure.  Enter Ant, with Berinthia, Villain, Diego. Ant. 
Madam fear not I am your friend.  Die. 
Who are you?  Vill. 
Stop her mouth, away.  Exeunt. Enter Ansilva. Ans. 
So, so, they are gone, alas poor Valasco I pity thee,  
But we creatures of politic Ladies must hold the  
Same bias with our Mistresses, and 'tis some policy  
To make them respect us the better, for fear our  
Teeth be not strong enough to keep in our tongues:  
Now must I study out some tale by morning to salute  
My old Lord withal.  Enter V Valasco, a friend or two armed. Val. 
Ansilva?  Ans. 
somebody calls me, who is it?  Val. 
It is I Valasco  Ans. 
What comes he back for? I hope the poison does  
Not work already, where have you disposed her.  Val. 
Disposed whom?  Ans. 
My Lady Berinthia.  Val. 
Let me alone to dispose her, prithee where's the light?  
Show us the way.  Ans. 
What way?  Val. 
The way to her chamber? come, I know what  
You are sick of, here each minute is an age till  
I possess Berinthia.  Ans. 
This is pretty, I hope my lady is well.  Val. 
Well?  Ans. 
My Lady Berinthia sir.  Val. 
Do you mock me?  Ans. 
I mock you?  Val. 
I shall grow angry, lead me to  
Berinthia's chamber, or—  Ans. 
Why sir, were not you here even now, and hurried  
Her away, I have your gold well fare all good tokens;  
I have performed my duty already sir, and you had my  
Lady.  Val. 
I am abused you are a cunning Devil, I hear and had  
Berinthia, tell me, or with this pistol, I will soon  
Reward thy treachery, where Berinthia?  Ans. 
Oh I beseech you do not fright me so, if you were  
Not here even now, here was another that called  
Himself Valasco, to whom I gave access, and  
He has carried her away.  Exit. Val. 
Am I awake? or do I dream this horror:  
Where am I? who does know me, are you friends  
Of Don Valasco?  1. 
Do you doubt us sir?  Val. 
I doubt myself, who am I  2. 
Our noble friend Valasco,  Val. 
'tis so, I am Valasco, all the Furies  
Circle me round, oh teach me to be mad,  
I am abused, insufferably tormented,  
My very soul is whipped, it had been safer  
For Catalina to have played with Serpents.  Enter Catalina and Ansilva, Cat. 
Thou talkest of wonders, where is Valasco?  Ans. 
He was here even now.  Val. 
Who named Valasco?  Cata. 
'twas I, Catalina, here.  Val. 
Could you pick none out of the stock of man  
To mock but me, so basely?  Cata. 
Valasco be yourself, resume your virtue.  
My thoughts are clear from your abuse, it is  
No time to vent our passions, fruitless rages,  
Some hath abused us both, but a revenge  
As swift as lightning shall pursue their flight:  
Oh I could fear my brains, as you respect  
Your honour's safety, or Berinthia's love;  
Haste to your lodging, which being near our house,  
You shall be sent for; seem to be raised up,  
Let us alone to make a noise at home,  
Fearful as thunder; try the event, this cannot  
Do any hurt, you Ansilva shall  
With clamours wake the household cunningly,  
While I prepare myself.  Val. 
I will suspend awhile.  Exeunt. Ans. 
Help, help, thieves, villains, murder my Lady:  
Help oh my Lord, my Lady, murder thieves help.  Enter Sebastiano in his first with a Taper. Seb. 
What fearful cry is this, where are you?  Ans. 
Here oh I am almost killed.  Seb. 
Ansilva where art hurt?  Ans. 
All over sir, my Lady Berinthia is carried away  
By Ruffians, that broke into her chamber, alas  
Sees gone.  Seb. 
Whether? which way?  Enter Vilarezo Catalina. 
My sister Berinthia is violently ta'en out of her  
Chamber, and here's Ansilva hurt, see look about,  
Berinthia sister.  Cat. 
How Berin. gone? call up the servants,  
Ansilva, how was't?  Ans. 
Alas Madam, I have not my senses about me, I am so  
Frighted, visards, and swords, and pistols, but my  
Lady Berinthia was quickly seized upon, she's gone.  Vil. 
What villains durst attempt it?  Enter Count Monte de nigro with a torch. 
I fear Valasco guilty of this rape.  Cat. 
Run one to his lodging presently, it will appear  
I know he loved her, oh my Lord, my sister Berinthia's lost,  Mont. 
How? foot my physic begins to work, I'll come to you presently.  Exit. Cat. 
Where's Diego? he is missing, run one to his chamber, here's Valasco.  Enter Valasco. Seb. 
It is apparent sir, Valasco's noble.  Cat. 
Berinthia's stolen away.  Val. 
Ha?  Seb. 
Her Chamber broken ope, and she ta'en thence this night.  Val. 
Confusion stay the thief.  Mount. 
So, so, as you were saying, Berinthia was stol'n away by somebody, and—  I. Ser. 
Diego is not in his chamber.  Cat. 
Didst break ope the door?  I. Ser. 
I did, and found all empty.  Mount. 
How, Diego gone? that's strange, oh it workers again, I'll come to you presently.  Exit Cat. 
I do suspect—  
This some plot of Antonio,  
Diego, a subtle villain,  
Confirms himself an instrument by this absence;  
What thinkest Ansilva?  Ans. 
Indeed I heard some of them name Antonio.  Vil. 
Seb.  Cat. 
Ha?  Vil. 
'tis true upon my soul, oh false Antonio.  Cat. 
Unworthy Gentleman.  Val. 
Let none have the honour to revenge, but I the wronged  
Valasco, let me beg it sir.  Vil. 
Antonio, boy up before the day,  
Upon my blessing I command thee post  
To Eluas Castle, summon that false man  Enter Count. 
To quit his shameful action, bid him return  
Thy sister back, whose honour will be lost  
For ever in't, if he shall dare deny her,  
Double thy Father's spirit, call him to  
A strict account, and with thy sword enforce him,  
Oh I could leap out of my age methinks,  
And combat him myself: be thine the glory,  
This stain will never wash off, I feel it settle  
On all our blood, away, my curse pursue  
This disobedience.  Exit Val. 
I had an interest in Berinthia,  
Why have not I commission, I have a sword,  
Thirsteth to be acquainted with his veins;  
It is too mean a satisfaction  
To have her rendered, on his heart I'd write  
A most just vengeance.  Seb. 
Sir she is my sister, I have a sword dares tent  
A wound as far as any; spare your valour  Cat. 
I have a trick to be rid of this fool, my Lord  
Do you accompany my brother, you  
I know are valiant.  Mount. 
Any whither, I'll make me ready presently.  Exit Seb. 
My most unhappy sister.  Exit Cat. 
Oh I could surfeit, I am confident  
Antonio hath her, 'tis revenge beyond  
My expectation, to close up the eyes  
Of his Berinthia, dying in his arms,  
Poisoned maturely, mischief I shall prove  
Thy constant friend, let weakness virtue love.    


Actus 4. Scaena I.  Enter Antonio, Berinthia, Castabella, Villandras, Sforza, Diego. Ant. 
THe welcom'st guest that ever Eluas had  
Sister, Villandras you're not sensible what treasure  
You possess, I have no loves, I would not here divide.  Cast. 
Indeed Madam, you're as welcome here, as are my mother was.  Vil. 
And you are here as safe, as if you had an army for your Guard.  Sfor. 
Safe armies, and guard; Berinthia you're a Lady,  
But I mean not to court you: guard ●notha, here's  
A Toledo, and an old arm, tough bones and sinews,  
Able to cut off as stout a head as wags upon a shoulder,  
Thart Antonio's guest, welcome by the old bones  
Of his Father, thoust a wall of brass about thee  
My young Daffodil.  Vil. 
Nor think my noble cousin meaneth you any dishonour here.  Ant. 
Dishonour, it is a language I never understood, yet  
Throw off your fears Berinthia, you're i'th' power  
Of him that dares not think  
The least dishonour to you.  Sfor. 
True by this buss jerkin, that hath looked i'th' face of an Army, and he lies like a termagant, denies it, Antonio is Lord of the Castle, but I'll command fire to the guns, upon any Renegado that confronts us, set thy heart at rest my gillyflower, we are all friends I warrant thee, and he's a Turk that does not honour thee from the hair of thy head, to thy pettitoes.  Ant. 
Come be not sad.  Cast. 
Put on fresh blood, you're not cheerful, how do you?  Ber. 
I know not how, nor what to answer you,  
Your loves I cannot be ungrateful to,  
youare my best friends I think, but yet I know not  
With what consent you brought my body hither.  Ant. 
Can you be ignorant what plot was laid  
To take your fair life from you.  Ber. 
If all be not a dream, I do remember  
Your servant Diego told me wenders, and  
I owe you for my preservation, but—  Sfor. 
Shoot not at butts, Cupid's an archer, here a fair mark, a f fools bolts soon shot, my names Sforza still, my double Daisy.  Cast 
It is your happiness you have escaped the malice of your sister.  Vil. 
And it is worth  
A noble gratitude to have been quit,  
By such an honourer as Antonio is  
Of fair Berinthia.  Ber. 
Oh but my Father, under whose displeasure I ever sink,  Ant. 
You are secure  Ber. 
As the poor deer that being pursued, for safety  
Gets up a rock that over hangs the Sea,  
Where all that she can see, is her destruction,  
Before the waves, behind her enemies  
Promise her certain ruin.  Ant. 
Feign not yourself so hapless my Berinthia,  
Raise your dejected thoughts, be merry, come,  
Think I am your Antonio.  Cast. 
It is not wisdom  
To let our passed fortune, trouble us,  
Since were they bade the memory is sweet,  
That we have passed them, look before you Lady,  
The future most concerneth.  Ber. 
You have awaked me, Antonio pardon,  
Upon whose honour I dare trust myself,  
I am resolved if you dare keep me here,  
T'expect some happier issue.  Ant. 
Dare keep thee here? with thy consent, I dare  
Deny thy Father, by this sword I dare,  
And all the world.  Sfor. 
Dare, what giant of valour dates hinder us, from daring to slit the weasands of them that dare say, we dare not do any thing, that is to be dared under the poles, I am old Sforza, that in my days have scoured rogues faces with hot balls, made 'em cut cross capers, and sent them away with a powder, I have a company of roaring bulls upon the walls, shall spit fire in the faces of any ragamuffin that dares say, we dare not fight pell-mell, and still my name is Sforza.  Enter Diego hastily. Die. 
Sir your noble friend don Sebastian is at the castle gate  Ant. 
Your brother Lady, and my honoured friend,  
Why do the gates not spread themselves, to open  
At his arrival Sforza, 'tis Berinthia's brother,  
Sebastiano the example of all worth  
And friendship, is come after his sweet sister,  Ber. 
Alas I fear.  Ant. 
Be not such a coward Lady, he cannot come  
Without all goodness waiting on him, Sforza,  
Sforza I say, what precious time we lose,  
Sebastiano, I almost lose myself  
In joy to meet him, break the iron bar  
And give him entrance.  Sfor. 
I'll break the walls down, if the gates be too little.  Cast. 
I much desire to see him.  Ant. 
Sister, now he's come, he did promise me  
But a short absence, he of all the world  
I would call brother, Castabella more  
Than for his sister's love, oh he's a man  
Made up of merit, my Berinthia  
Throw off all clouds, Sebastiano's come.  Ber. 
Sent by my Father to—  Ant. 
What, to see thee? he shall see thee here.  
Respected like thyself, Berinthia,  
Attended with Antonio, begirt with armies of thy servants  Enter Sebastiano Mounte Nigro, Sforza. 
Oh my friend.  Seb. 
'tis yet in question sir, and will not be  
So easily proved.  Moun. 
No sir, we'll make you prove yourself our friend.  Ant. 
What face have you put on? am I awake?  
Or do I dream Sebastiano frowns.  Seb. 
Antonio I come not now to Compliment,  
While you were noble, I was not least of them  
You called your friends, but you are guilty of  
An action that destroys that name.  Sfor. 
Bones a your Father, does he come to swagger,  
My name is Sforza then.  Ant. 
No more,  
I guilty of an action so dishonourable  
Has made me unworthy of your friendship;  
Come you're not in earnest, 'tis enough I know  
myself Antonio.  Seb. 
Add to him ungrateful.  Ant. 
'twas a foul breath delivered it, and wert any  
But Sebastiano, he should feel the weight  
Of such a falsehood.  Seb. 
Sister you must along with me.  Ant. 
Now by my Father's soul, he that takes her hence  
Unless she give consent, treads on his grave,  
Sebastiano, you're unnoble then,  
'tis I that said it.  Mount. 
So it seems.  Seb. 
Antonio, for here I throw of all  
The ties of love, I come to fetch a sister,  
Dishonourably taken from her father;  
Or with my sword to force thee render her:  
Now if thou be'st a Soldier redeliver,  
Or keep her with the danger of thy person,  
Thou canst not be my brother, till we first  
Be allied in blood.  Ant. 
Promise me the hearing,  
And that have any satisfaction,  
Becomes my fame.  Mount. 
So, so, he will submit himself, it will be our honour.  Ant. 
Were in your power, would you not account it  
A precious victory, in your sister's cause,  
To die your sword with any blood of him,  
Saved both her life and honour?  Seb. 
I were ungrateful.  Ant. 
You have told yourself, and I have argument to prove this.  Seb. 
Why would you have me think, my sister owes to you such preservation?  Ant. 
Oh Sebastiano,  
Thou dost not think what devil lies at home  
Within a sister's bosom, Catalina,  
(I know not with what worst of envy) laid  
Force to this goodly building, and through poison  
Had robbed the earth of more than all the world,  
Her virtue.  Seb. 
You must not beat my resolution off  
With these inventions sir.  Ant. 
Be not cozened,  
With your credulity, for my blood, I value it  
Beneath my honour, and I dare by goodness,  
In such a quarrel kill thee: but hear all,  
And than you shall have fighting your heart full.  
Valasco was the man, appointed by  
That goodly sister to steal Berinthia,  
And Lord himself of this possession,  
Just at that time; but hear and tremble at it,  
She by a cunning poison should have breathed  
Her soul into his arms, within two hours,  
And so Valasco should have borne the shame  
Of theft and murder; how do you like this sir.  Seb. 
You amaze me sir.  Ant. 
'tis true by honour's self, hear it confirmed,  
And when you will, I am ready.  Vil. 
Pity such valour should be employed,  
Upon no better cause, they will inform him.  Mount. 
Hark you sir, d'ee think this is true?  Vil. 
I dare maintain it.  Mount. 
That's another matter, why then the case is  
Altered, what should we do fighting, and lose  
Our lives to no purpose.  Sf. 
It seems you are his second.  Mount. 
I am Count de Monte Nigro.  Sfor. 
And my names Sforza sir, you were not best to come here to brave us, unless you have more legs and arms at home, I have a saza shall pick holes in your doublet, and firk your shanks, my gallimaufry.  Seb. 
I cannot but believe it, oh Berinthia,  
I am wounded ere I fight.  Ant. 
Holds your resolve yet constant? if you have  
Better opinion of your sword, than truth,  
I am bound to answer, but I would I had  
Such an advantage 'gainst another man,  
As the justice of my cause, all valour fights  
But with a sail against it.  Vil. 
Take a time to inform your father sir, my noble  
cousin is to be found here constant.  Seb. 
But will you back with me then?  Ber. 
Excuse me brother, I shall fall too soon  
Upon my sister's malice, whose foul guilt  
Will make me expect more certain ruin,  Ant. 
Now Sebestiano  
Puts on his judgement, and assumes his nobleness,  
Whilst he loves equity.  Seb. 
And shall I carry shame  
To Vilarezo's house, neglect of father,  
Whose precepts binds me to return with her,  
Or leave my life at Eluas, I must on,  
I have heard you to no purpose, shall Berinthia  
Back to Avero.  Ant. 
Sir she must not yet, 'tis dangerous.  Seb. 
Choose thee a second then, this Count and I  
Mean to leave honour here.  Vill. 
Honour me sir.  Ant. 
'tis done, Sebastiano shall report  
Antonio just and noble, Sforza swear  
Upon my Sword, oh do not hinder me  
If victory crown Sebastiano's arm.  
I charge thee by thy honesty restore  
This Lady to him, on whose lip I seal  
My unstained faith.  Mount. 
umh, 'tis a rare physician, my spirit is abated.  Cast. 
Brother.  Ber. 
Brother.  Seb. 
And wilt thou be dishonoured?  Ber. 
Oh do not wrong the Gentleman, believe it  
Dishonour ne'er dwelled here, and he hath made  
A most religious vow, not in a thought  
To stain my innocence, he does not force me  
Remember, what a noble friend, you make  
A most just enemy, he saved my life,  
Be not a murderer, take yet a time,  
Run not yourself in danger for a cause  
Carries so little justice.  Mount. 
Faith sir, if you please take a time to think on't, a month or two or three, they shall not say but we are honourable.  Cast. 
You gave him to my heart a Gentleman, Seb whisp.  
Complete with goodness, will you rob the world  
And me at once, alas I love him.  Ant. 
Never man fought with a lesser heart, the conquest  
Will be but many deaths, he is her brother,  
My friend, this poor girl's joy.  Mount. 
With all my heart, I'll post to Avero presently.  Seb. 
Let it be so Antonio.  Cast. 
Alas poor Castabella, what a conflict  
seest thou within thee, their fight woundeth thee,  
And I must die, who ere hath victory:  Ant. 
Then friend again, and as Sebastiano,  
I bid him welcome, and who loves Antonio  
Must speak that language.  Sfor. 
Enough, not a Masty upon the Castle wall,  
But shall bark too, I congratulate thee, if thou  
Beelest friend to the Castle of Eluas, and still my name  
Is Sforza.  Ant. 
Well said my brave Adelautado, come Sebastiano,  
And my Birinthia by tomorrow we shall know  
The truth of our felicity.  Exeunt. Enter Vilarezo. Vil. 
What are the Nobles more than common men  
When all their honour cannot free them from  
Shame and abuse; as greatness were a mark  
Stuck by them but to give direction  
For men to shoot indignities upon them?  
Are we called Lords of riches we possess,  
And can defend them from the ravishing hand  
Of strangers, when our children are not safe  
From thieves and robbers, none of us can challenge  
Such right to wealth and fortunes of the world,  
Being things without us; but our children are  
Essential to us, and participate  
Of what we are: part of our very nature,  
ourselves but cast into a younger mould,  
And can we promise, but so weak assurance  
Of so near treasures. O Villarezo shall  
Thy age be trampled on, no, it shall not,  
I will be known a father, Portugal  
Shall not report this infamy unrevenged,  
It will be a bar in Vilarezo's arms  
Past all posterity;  Enter Catalina. 
Come Catalina, thou wilt stay with me,  
Prepare to welcome home Sebastiano,  
Whom I expect with honour, and that baggage  
Ambitious girl Berinthia.  Cat. 
Alas sir; censure not her too soon,  
Till she appear are guilty.  Vil. 
Here's thy virtue still,  
To excuse her Catalina, no believe it,  
She's nought, past hope, I have an eye can see  
Into her very heart, thou art too innocent.  Enter Valasco. 
Valasco welcome too, Berinthia  
Is not come home yet, but we shall seen her  
Brought back with shame; and is't not justice ha?  
What can be shame enough?  Val. 
Your daughter sir?  Vil. 
My daughter? do not call her so, she has not  
True blood of Vilarezo in her veins;  
She makes herself a bastard, and deserves  
To be cut off like a disordered branch,  
Disgracing the fair tree she springeth from.  Val. 
Lay not so great a burden on Berinthia,  
Her nature knows not to degenerate;  
Upon my life she was not yielding, to  
The injurious action; if Antonio  
Have played the thief, let your revenge fall there,  
Which were I trusted with, although I doubt not  
Sebastiano's fury; he should feel it  
More heavy than his Castle, what can be  
Too just for such a sin?  Vil. 
Right, right Valasco, I do love thee for't,  
'tis so, and thou shalt see I have a sense  
Worthy my birth and person.  Val. 
'T will become you; but I marvel we hear nothing  
Of their success at Eluas. by this time  
I would have sent Antonio to warm  
His father's ashes, do you not think sir?  
Sebastiano will not be remiss,  
A gentle nature is abused with tales,  
Which they know how to colour; here's the Count.  Enter Monte nigro sweating. Cat. 
How, the Count? I sent him thither to be rid on him;  
The fool has better fortune than I wished him,  
But now I shall hear that which will more comfort me,  
My sister's death most certainly.  Mont. 
My Lord, I have rid hard, read there, your son  
And daughter is well.  Cat. 
Ha, well?  Mount. 
Madam.  Cat. 
How does my sister?  Mount, 
In good health, she has commendations to you  
In that letter.  Val. 
And is Antonio living?  Mount. 
Yes, and remembers his service to you,  Val. 
Has he then yielded up Berinthia?  Mou. 
He will yield up his ghost first, I know not we were  
Going to flesh baste one another, I am sure but the  
Matter of felony hangs still, who will cut it down;  
I know not, Madam there's notable matter against you.  Cat. 
Me?  Mount. 
Upon my honour there is, be not angry with me,  
No less than theft and murder, that letter is charged  
Withal, but you'll clear all I make no question, they Talk of poisoning.  Cat. 
Am I betrayed?  Mount. 
Well, I smell, I smell.  Cat. 
What do you smell?  Mount. 
It was but a trick of theirs to save their lives,  
For we were bent to kill all that came against us.  Vil. 
Catalina read here, Valasco, both of you,  
And let me read your faces, ha? they wonder.  Val. 
how's this, I steal Berinthia?  Cat. 
I poison my sister.  Val. 
This doth amaze me.  Cat. 
Father, this letter says I would have poisoned my poor sister, innocence defend me.  Vil. 
It will, it shall, come Jacquit you both,  
They must not thus fool me.  Mount. 
Madam I thought as much, my mind gave me, it  
Was a lie, yes, you look like a poisoner, as much  
As I look like a Hobby-horse.  Cat. 
Was ever honest love so abused, have I  
So poor reward for my affection.  Vil. 
It shall be so.  Val. 
Madam I know not how the poison came in, but I  
Fear some have betrayed our plot.  Cat. 
And how came you off my noble Count.  Mount. 
As you see without any wounds, but much against  
My will I was but one, Sebastiano, that was the  
Principal, took a demur upon their allegation:  
It seems, and so the matter is raked up in the Embers.  Val. 
To make a greater fire, were you so cold  
To credit his excuse, Antonio,  
I should not have been so frozen,  
As you love honour and revenge, give me  
Some interest now, and if I do not  
Show myself faithful, let Valasco have  
No name within your memory, let me beg,  
To be your Proxy sir, pity such blood,  
As yours should be ignobly cast away;  
Madam speak for me.  Cat. 
No, I had rather lost this fool.  Mont. 
And you can get their consents.  Cat. 
You cannot sir in honour now go back.  
I shall not think you love me, if my father  
Point you such noble service to refuse it.  Mount. 
You hear what she says.  Vil. 
Count Monte nigro.  Val. 
I am all fire with rage.  Vil. 
Valasco, you may accompany the Count,  
There may be employment of your valour too;  
Tell me at your return, whether my son  
May prove a soldier, here's new warrant for  
Antonio's death, if there be coldness urge it,  
'tis my desire, I'll study a better service.  Val. 
I shall.  Vil. 
Away then both, no compliment, I wish you either  
Had a Pegasus, be happy, my old blood boil, this  
Must my peace secure, such sores as these must  
Have a desperate cure.  Exeunt. Enter Sebast, Castab. Anton. Berinthia. Seb. 
This honour Madam of yourself and brother,  
Make me unhappy, when I remember, what  
I came for, not to feast thus but to fight.  Cast. 
Pity true friendship should thus suffer.  Ant. 
Ha?  Seb. 
Music.  Ant. 
Some conceit of Sforza the old Captain,  
Let's entertain it, some soldier's device,  
A mask of Soldiers.  
Godamercy Sforza.  Sfor. 
To your stations now my brave brats of Military  
Discipline, enough, Sforza honours you, look to your  
Charge Bullies, and be ready upon all occasions,  
My invincible dub-a-dub knights of the Castle,  
Qui vala.  Enter Mount nigro, Valasco. Val. 
We must speak with Don Sebastiano.  Sfor. 
Must? thouart a mushroom, must, in the Castle of Eluas,  
Monte nigro gives a letter.  Ant. 
Friends; Sforza.  Val. 
What, courting Ladies, by this time 'twas expected  
You would have courted fame sir, and wooed her to you;  
You shall know me better.  Ant. 
I doubt you'll never be better, you shall now owe me  
More than you shall account for.  Seb. 
Or else my curse, that word cries out for death.  Cast. 
My feats perplex me.  Anto. & Seb, whispers. Val. 
Madam I do wonder  
You can forget your honour, and reflect  
On such unworthiness, wherein hath Valasco  
Showed you less merit.  Ber. 
Sir it becomes not me  
To weigh your worths, nor would I learn of you  
How to preserve my honour.  Seb. 
Sister.  Ant. 
Villandras.  Seb. 
Then I must take my leave, for I am sent for,  
I am sorry for your fate, Madam I am expected  
By a father your virtue hath made me yours.  Mount. 
Oh admirable physician!  Ant. 
Sforza, there is no remedy, but by all honour do it,  
Sister, I am to wait on him, oh my poor girl  
Berinthia, my soul be with thee, for a  
Little time excuse my absence.  Sfor. 
You may walk sir.  Val. 
Antonio I must but now look on, you were  
Best take a course not to out live him.  Exeunt Sforza, Villandras: and Ladies. Ant. 
Sebastiano, I know not with what soul  
I draw my sword against thee  Seb. 
Antonio I am driven in a storm  
To split myself on thee, if not, any curse—  
We must on sir.  Mount. 
Rare man of art Sharkino.  Vil. 
Guard thee Count.  Enter Sfor. Val. and Ladies above. Cast. 
Treacherous Sforza, hast thou brought us hither, to be stroke dead?  Mount. 
Hold Gentlemen, give me audience.  Seb. 
What's the matter my Lord.  Mount. 
My fit is on me, 'tis so, I had forgot myself,  
This is my ague day.  Seb. 
How?  Mount. 
Yes a sextile ague, look you, do you not see me shake, admirable Doctor, it will be as much as my life is worth if I should fight a stroke.  Seb. 
Hell on such baseness, we'll engage no more;  
Let our swords try it out.  Val. 
Sebastiano hold, thart not so ill be friended,  
Exchange a person, I'll leap the battlement.  Mount. 
With all my heart, I am sorry it happens so unfortunately, oh rare physician!  Vil. 
Good cousin grant it.  Ant. 
What says Sebastiano.  Vil. 
I conjure you by all honour.  Seb. 
It is granted;  Ber. 
He shall nor go.  Ant. 
meet him my Lord, you will become his place of a  
Spectator best.  Enter Valasco. Ber 
Sebastiano brother.  Cast. 
Antonio, hear me.  Vil. 
Guard thee Valasco then.  Cast. 
O brother spare him for my sake.  Ber. 
Sebastiano every wound thou givest him,  
Draws blood from me.  Cast. 
Sebastiano, remember he's thy friend.  Ber. 
Antonio 'tis my brother, with whose blood  
Thou diest thy sword.  Ant. 
When thou liv'st again shalt be more honourable  Kills Valasco. 
Sebastiano do you observe the advantage,  
Yet think upon't.  Seb. 
It is not in my power. I value not the odds.  Ber. 
Hold, Antonio, is this thy love to me, it is not noble.  Seb. 
So thy death makes the scale even.  Kills Villandras. Cast. 
Antonio hold, Berinthia dies.  Ber. 
Sebastiano, Castabella sinks for sorrow, murder, help  
I will leap down.  Ant. 
Where art Berinthia, let me breathe my last upon thy lip, make haste, lest I die else.  Seb. 
Antonio before thou diest cut off my hand, art wounded mortally?  Ant. 
To die by thee is more than death, Sforza be honest,  
But love thy sister for me, I me past hope,  
Thou hast undone another in my death.  Enter Berinthia, Sforza, Mount. Ber. 
Antonio stay oh cruel brother.  Ant. 
Berinthia thy lip farewell, and friend, and all the world.  Sfor. 
The gate is open, I am sworn to render.  Ber. 
he's not dead, his lips are warm, have you no balsam, a Surgeon; dead, some charitable hand send my soul after him.  Seb. 
Away, away.  Ber. 
It will be easy to die,  
All life is but a walk in misery.  Exeunt.   


Actus 5. Scaen. 1.  Enter Sebastiano. Seb. 
MY friend, my noble friend, that had deserved  
Most honourably from me, by this hand  
Divorced from life, and yet I have the use on't,  
hapless Sebastiano; oh Berinthia,  
Let me for ever lose the name of Brother,  
Wilt thou not curse my memory, give me up  
To thy just hate a murderer.  Enter Villarezo. Vil. 
Ha, this must not be Sebastiano,  
I shall be angry if you throw not off  
This melancholy, it does ill become you,  
Do you repent your duty, were the action  
Again presented to be done by thee:  
And being done, again should challenge from thee  
A new performance, thou wouldst show no blood  
Of Villarezo's, if thou didst not run  
To act it, though all horror, death and vengeance  
Dogged thee at thy heels; come I am thy Father,  
Value my blessing, and for other peace  
I'll to the King, let me no more see thee cloudy.  Exit Enter Diego, Castabella like a page. Die. 
That was his Father.  Cast. 
No more, farewell, be all silence.  Exit Diego Cast. 
Sir.  Seb. 
he's newly gone that way, mayst soon o'er take him  Cast. 
My business points at you sir.  Seb, 
At me, what news? thou hast a face of horror, more welcome speak it.  Cast. 
If your name be Don Sebastiano, sir  
I have a token from a friend.  Seb. 
I have no friend alive boy, carry it back,  
'tis not to me, I've not another friend  
In all the world.  Cast. 
He that hath sent you sir this gift, did love you,  
You'll say yourself he did.  Seb. 
Ha, name him prithee.  Cast. 
The friend I came from was Antonio.  Seb. 
Thou liest, and thart a villain, who hath sent thee  
To tempt Sebastiano's soul to act on thee  
Another death, for thus affrighting me.  Cast. 
Indeed I do not mock, nor come to affright you  
Heaven knows my heart, I know Antonio's dead,  
But 'twas a gift he in his life designed  
To you, and I have brought it.  Seb. 
Thou dost not promise cozenage, what gift is it?  Cast. 
It is myself sir, while Antonio lived, I was his boy,  
But never did boy lose so kind a Master, in his life he  
Promised he would bestow me, so much was his love  
To my poor merit, on his dearest friend,  
And named you sir, if heaven should point out  
To overlive him, for he knew you would  
Love me the better for his sake, indeed  
I will be very honest to you, and  
Refuse no service to procure your love  
and good opinion to me.  Seb. 
Can it be  
Thou wert his boy, oh thou shouldst hate me then,  
thouart false, I dare not trust thee, unto him  
Thou showest thee now unfaithful to accept  
Of me, I killed him thy Master, 'twas a friend  
he could commit thee to, I only was,  
Of all the stock of men his enemy,  
His cruelest enemy.  Cast. 
Indeed I am sure it was, he spoke all truth,  
And had he lived to have made his will, I know  
He had bequeathed me as a legacy  
To be your boy; alas I am willing sir  
To obey him in it, had he laid on me  
Command, to have mingled with his sacred dust,  
My unprofitable blood, it should have been  
A most glad sacrifice, and 'thad been honour  
To have done him such a duty sir, I know  
You did not kill him with a heart of malice,  
But in contention with your very soul  
To part with him.  Seb. 
All is as true as Oracle by heaven,  
Dost thou believe so?  Cast. 
Indeed I do.  Seb. 
Yet be not rash;  
'tis no advantage to belong to me,  
I have no power nor greatness in the Court,  
To raise thee to a fortune, worthy of  
So much observance as I shall expect  
when thou art mine.  Cast. 
All the ambition of my thoughts shall be  
To do my duty sir.  Seb. 
Besides, I shall afflict thy tenderness  
With solitude and passion, for I am  
Only in love with sorrow, never merry,  
Wear out the day in telling of sad tales,  
Delight in sighs and tears; sometimes I walk  
To a Wood or River purposely to challenge  
The boldest Echo, to send back my groans  
Ith' height I break 'em, come I shall undo thee.  Cast, 
Sir, I shall be most happy to bear part  
In any of your sorrows, I ne'er had  
So hard a heart but I could shed a tear  
To bear my Master company.  Seb. 
I will not leave thee if thou'lt dwell with me  
For wealth of Indies, be my loved boy,  
Come in with me, thus I'll begin to do  
Some recompense for dead Antonio.  Enter Berinthia, Ber. 
So I will dare my fortune to be cruel,  
And like a mountainous piece of earth that sucks  
The balls of hot Artillery, I will stand  
And weary all the gunshot; oh my soul  
Thou hast been too long icy Alps of snow;  
Have buried my whole nature, it shall now  
Turn Element of fire, and fill the air  
With bearded Comets, threatning death and horror  
For my wronged innocence, contemned, disgraced,  
Nay murdered, for with Antonio  
My breath expired, and I but borrow this  
To court revenge for justice, if there be  
Those furies which do wait on desperate men,  
As some have thought, and guide their hands to mischief.  
Come from the womb of night, assist a maid  
Ambitious to be made a monster like you;  
I will not dread your shapes, I am disposed  
To be at friendship with you, and want nought  
But your black aid to seal it.  Enter Mount Nigro and Ansilva. Mount. 
First I'll lock up thy  Gives her gold, 
Tongue, and tell thee my honourable meaning, so,  
To tell you the truth, it is a love-powder, I had it of the  
Brave Doctor, which I would have thee to sugar  
The Lady's cup withal, for my sake wilt do't:  
And if I marry her shalt find me a noble  
Master, and thou shalt be my chief Gentlewoman  
In Ordinary; keep thy body loose, and thou shalt  
Want no gown I warrant thee; wilt do't.  Ans. 
My Lord, I think my Lady is much taken with your  
worth already, so that this will be superfluous,  Mount. 
I Nay think she has cause enough, but I have a great  
Mind to make an end on't, to tell you true, there are  
Half a dozen about me, but I had rather she should have  
Me than another; and my blood is grown so boisterous  
For my body, that's another thing; so that if thou wilt  
Do it Ansilva, thou wilt do thy Lady good service,  
And live in the favour of Count de Monte Nigro;  
I will make thy children kin to me, if thou wilt  
Do't.  Ans. 
I am your honour's handmaid, but—  Mount. 
Here's a Diamond, prithee wear it, be not modest.  Ans. 
'Tis done my Lord, urge it no further.  Mount. 
But be secret too for my honour's sake, we great men  
Do not love to have our actions laid open to the  
Broad face of the world, I'll get thee with child,  
And marry thee to a Knight, my brave Ansilva, take  
The first opportunity.  Ans. 
if there be any virtue in the powder, prepare to  
Meet your wishes my noble Lord.  Moun. 
Thy Count de monte nigro expect to be a Lady.  Exit. Ber. 
Ansilva.  Ans. 
Madam.  Ber. 
Nay you need not hide it, I heard the conference,  
And know the virtue of the powder, let me see it  
Or I'll discover all.  Ans. 
I am undone.  Ber. 
No, here take it again, I'll not prevent  
My sister's happiness and the Counts desire,  
I am no Tell-tale good Ansilva give't her,  
And heavens succeed the operation,  
I beg on my knee; fear not Ansilva,  
I am all silence.  Exit. Ans. 
Indeed Madam, than she shall have it presently.  Exit. Enter Sebastiano, Castabella. Cast. 
Sir, if the opportunity I use  
To comfort you be held a fault, and that  
I keep not distance of a servant, lay it  
Upon my love; indeed if it be an error  
It springs out of my duty.  Seb. 
Prithee boy be patient;  
The more I strive to throw off the remembrance  
Of dead Antonio, love still rubs the wounds  
To make them bleed afresh.  Cast. 
Alas they are past,  
Bind up your own for honour's sake,  
And show love to yourself, pray do not lose your reason,  
To make your grief so fruitless; I have procured  
Some music sir to quiet those sad thoughts,  
That makes such war within you.  Seb. 
Alas good boy, it will but add more weights  
Of dulness on me, I am stung with worse  
Than the Tarantula, to be cured with music  
'T has the exactest unity, but it cannot,  
Accord my thoughts.  Cast. 
Sir this your couch  
seems to invite so small repose;  
Oh I beseech you taste it, I'll beg  
A little leave to sing;  She sings Enter Berinthia. 
Sweet sleep charm his sad senses, and gentle  
Thoughts let fall your flowing numbers, here round  
About hover celestial Angels with your wings  
That none offend his quiet, sleep begins  
To cast his nets o'er me too, I'll obey,  
And dream on him, that dreams not what I am.  Ber. 
Nature doth wrestle with me, but revenge  
Doth arm my love against it, justice is  
Above all tie of blood Sebastiano  
Thou art the first shalt tell Antonio's ghost  
How much I loved him.  She stabs him upon his couch; Castab. rises and runs in. Seb. 
Oh stay thy hand Berinthia? no  
thoust done't, I wish thee heavens forgiveness, I cannot  
Tarry to hear thy reasons, at many doors,  
My life runs out, and yet Berinthia  
Doth in her name give me more wounds than these,  
Antonio, oh Antonio, we shall now  
Be friends again.  Dies. Ber. 
he's dead, and yet I live, but not to fall  
Less than a constellation, more flames must  
Make up the fire that Berinthia  
And her revenge, must bathe in.  Enter Catalina poisoned, pulling Ansilva by the hair. Cast. 
Sebastiano, sister.  Ans. 
murder.  Cat. 
There's wildfire in my bowels, sure I am poisoned;  
Oh Berinthia.  Ber. 
Ha, ha.  Cat. 
Help me to tear Ansilva, I am poisoned by  
The Count and this fury.  Ber. 
Ha, ha.  Cat. 
Do you laugh hereat.  Ber. 
Yes queen of hell to see thee  
Sink in the glory of thy hope for bliss:  
But art sure th' art poisoned, ha?  Ans. 
Nay I have my part on't, I did but sip, and my belly  
Swells too; call you this love-powder, Count Monte  
Nigro hath poisoned us both.  Ber. 
You're a pair of witches, and because  
I'll keep your potion working, know you're both  
Poisoned by me, by me Berinthia,  
Being thus tormented with my wrongs,  
I armed myself with all provision  
For my revenge, and had in readiness  
That faithful poison which i'th' opportunity  
I put upon Ansilva for the exchange  
Of the amorous powder; oh fools, my soul  
Ravish thyself with laughter, politsion  
My eldest devil sister, does the heat  
Offend your stomach, troth charity, a little charity  
Th'only Antidote, that's cold enough:  
Look here's Sebastiano;  
Now horror strike thy soul, to whose fearless heart  
I sent this poniard, for Antonio's death;  
And if that piece of thy damnation  
Ansilva had not done't, I meant to have writ  
Revenge with the same point upon thy breast;  
But I do surfeit in this brave prevention:  
Sleep, sleep Antonio's ashes, and now open  
Thou marble chest to take Berinthia  
To mingle with his dust.  Wounds herself. Cat. 
I have not so much heart as to curse, must I die?  Enter Vilarezo, Castabella, Mount Nigro. Cast. 
Here my Lord, alas he's dead, my Sebastiano  Vil. 
Catalina.  Cat. 
I am poisoned.  Vil. 
Ha, Defend good heaven, by whom.  Ans. 
I am poisoned too.  Vil. 
Rack not my soul amazement, 'tis a dream sure.  Ans. 
Your Love-powder hath poisoned us both.  Mou. 
What will become of me now, I would I were hanged  
To be out of my pain, by this flesh, as I am a Count.  
I bought it of the Doctor for good love-powder;  
But Madam I hope you are not poisoned in earnest.  Cat. 
The devil on your foolship, oh I must walk  
The dark foggy way that spits fire and brimstone,  
No physic to restore me? send for Sharkino, a cooler  
A cooler, there's a smith's forge in my belly, and the  
Devil blows the Bellows, Snow-water, Berinthia  
Has poisoned me, sink by mine own engine;  
I must hence, hence, farewell, will you let me die so?  
Confusion, torment, death, hell.  Mount. 
I am glad with all my heart that Berinthia has  
Poisoned her, yet—  Ber. 
Oh it becomes thee bravely, hear me sir.  
Antonio's death and my dishonours now  
Have just revenge; I stabbed Sebastiano, poisoned my sister,  
Oh but they made too soon a fury of me,  
And split the patience, from whose dreadful breach  
Came these consuming fires, your passions fruitless;  
My soul is reeling forth I know not whether;  
Oh father my heart weeps tears, for you I die, oh see  
A maid's revenge with her own Tragedy.  Cat. 
Ansilva, oh thou dull wretch, hell on thy cursed  
Weakness, thou gavest me  
The poison, but I lick earth, hold, a gentleman  
Usher to support me, oh I am gone, the poison  
Now hath torn my heart in pieces, Moritur.  Vil. 
I am Planet struck, a direful Tragedy, and have  
I no part in't: how do you like it, ha? was't not  
Done toth' life? they are my own children; this was  
My eldest girl, this Berinthia the Tragedian,  
Whose love by me resisted, was mother of all this  
Horror; and there's my boy too, that slew Antonio  
Valiantly, and fell under his sister's rage, what  
Art thou boy?  Cast. 
I'll tell you now I am no boy,  
But hapless Castabella, sister to  
The slain Antonio, I had hoped to have  
Some recompense by Sebastiano's love,  
For whose sake in disguise I thus adventured  
To purchase it, but death hath ravished us,  
And here I bury all my joys on earth.  Mount. 
Sweet lady, here's Count de Monte nigro alive  
To be your servant.  Cast. 
Hence dull greatness.  Vil. 
Were you a friend of Sebastiano then?  Cast. 
I'll give you testimony.  Vil. 
No, I believe you, but thou canst not be my daughter;  
'tis false, he lies that says Beriathia  
Was author of their deaths, 'twas Villarezo,  
A father's wretched curiosity, dead, dead, dead.  Cast. 
And I will leave the world too, for I mean  
To spend the poor remainder of my days  
In some Religious house, married to heaven,  
And holy prayers for Sebastiano's soul,  
And my lost brother.  Vil. 
Will you so?  Cast. 
I pray let Castabella have the honour  
To enshrine his bones, and when my breath expires,  
For sorrow promiseth I shall not live  
To see more Suns, let me be buried by him  
As near as may be possible, that in death  
Our dust may meet, oh my Sebastiano,  
Thy wounds are mine.  Vil. 
Come I am armed, take up their bodies, Castabella you  
Are not chief mourner here, he was my son,  
Remember that, Berinthia first, she was the  
Youngest, put her i'th' pit-hole first, than Catalina;  
strew, strew flowers enough upon 'em, for they  
Were maids; now Sebastiano, take him  
Up gently, he was all the sons I had; now  
March, come you and I are twins in this day's  
Unhappiness, we'll match together, follow close  
we'll overtake 'em, softly, and as we go,  
we'll dare our fortune for another woe.  
FJNIS.