THE TRAITOR. A TRAGEDY: WITH Alterations, Amendments, and Additions. As it is now Acted at the Theatre Royal, by their Majesty's Servants. Written by Mr. Rivers. LONDON, Printed for Richard Parker at the Royal Exchange, and Sam. Briscoe in Covent Garden, over against Wills Coffeehouse. MDCXCII. TO THE Right Honourable Donnogh Earl of Clancarty, Viscount Muskery, and Baron Blarney. May it please your Honour. TO Pardon my Boldness in Presuming to shelter this Orphan under your Lordship's Protection, I am not ignorant, having never as yet deserved any Favour from you, that it cannot but meet with a severe Construction, but wholly relying upon your Clemency▪ who have always been a favourer of the Muses▪ I flatter myself that your▪ Lordship may, for the Author's sake, vouchsafe to grant it a favourable acceptance. I will not slander it with my Praise, it is Commendation enough, to say the Author was Mr. Rivers. I am very well assured, after your perusal your Honour will esteem it one of the best Tragedies that this Age hath Produced. I humbly beg your Lordship to pardon this Presumption, Of your Honour's most Humble And most Obedient Servant. The Persons Names. Duke of Florence. Mr. Hodgson. Lorenzo, His Kinsman and Favourite the Traitor. Mr. Kynaston. Sciarrha, Brother to Amidea. Mr. Williams. Pisano, Lover to Oriana. Mr. Cibber. Cosino, His Friend. Mr. Harris. Florio Sciarrha's brother. Mr. Alexander. Depazzi, A creature of Lorenzo's. Mr. Haynes. Frederico, Mr. Mich Lee. Alonzo, Noblemen. Mr. Bright. Petruchio, Pisano's Servant. Mr. Freeman. Rogero, Page to Depazzi, Tommy Ken. Gentlemen, Servant's. Amidea, Sciarrha's Sister. Mrs. Bracegirdle. Oriana, Beloved of Pisano. Mrs. Lassells. Morossa, Her Mother. Mrs. Cory. Lust, Pleasure. Furies. THE TRAITOR. Actus Primus. Enter Pisano and Petruchio. Pisano. DIDST bid him come? Pet. I did. Pis. Go back again, And tell him, I am gone abroad. Pet. He's here already Sir. Enter Cosino. Cos. Dear Pisano, Let me enfold thee thus: And yet my heart counts this Embrace a distance. Pis. I was wooing Cosmo, My Man, to tell thee, I was gone abroad Before thou cam'st. Cos. How's this? Your words and looks Are strange, and teach me to infer I am Not welcome, that on riper Counsel, you Do wish my absence. Pis. What for telling truth? He thus should have but made the fit to see Thy friend, thou comest with expectation To hear me talk, as I was wont of State, Our Friendship or of Women, Cosmo Yes: no such matter. Cos. This is more wild than usual, your language Is not so clear as it was wont. Pis. Right, right Cosmo, The reason is, I have straggled, And lost myself I know not where, in what Part of the World, and would not this be shown As well in him, to have prepared thee now? Cos. What humour's this Pisano, I am yet to understand? Pis. To understand! Thou canst not understand me, yet thou hast A name in Florence, for a ripe young man, Of nimble apprehension, of a wise And spreading observation, of whom Already our old Men do Prophesy Good, and great things, worthy thy fair dimensions. Cos. This is an argument above the rest, Pisano is not well; for being temperate, He was not wont to flatter, and abuse His Friend. Pis. Besides there is another reason, Thou shouldst discover me at heart, through all These mists, thou art in Love too, and who cannot, That feels himself the heat, but shrewdly guests At every symptom of that wanton Fever, Oh my Friend! Cos. What misfortune can approach Your happy Love in Fairest Amidea. Let jealous Lovers fear, and feel what 'tis To Languish, talk away their Blood, and Strength, Question their unkind Stars. You have your Game Before you Sir. Pis. Before me where? why dost Thou mock me Cosmo? she's not hero. Cosmo. It is No Pilgrimage to travel to her Lip. Pis. 'Tis not for you. Cos. How Sir, for me? you've no Suspicion, I can be guilty of A Treason to our Friendship, be so just, If malice have been busy, with my fame, To let me know— Pis. You hastily interpret, Thy pardon I have only erred, but not With the least scruple of thy faith, and honour To me, thou hast a noble Soul, and lov'st me Rather too well, I would thou were't my Enemy, That we had been born in distant climates, and never Took Cement from our Sympathies in Nature. Would we had never seen, or known each other, This may seem strange, from him that loves thee Cosmo, More precious than his Life. Cos. Love me, and wish This separation? Pis. I will give thee proof; So well I love thee, nothing in the world Thy Soul doth hearty affect, but I Do love it too, does it not trouble thy Belief? I wear not my own heart about me, But thine exchanged, thy eyes let in my objects, Thou hearest for me, talk'st, kissest, and enjoyest All my felicities. Cos. What means this Language? Pis. But what's all this to thee? Go to Oriana, And bathe thy Lips in Rosy dew of kisses; And if at thy return thou findest I have a being In this vain world, I'll tell thee more. Exit. Cos. But Sir, you must not part so. Pet. Not with my good will, I have no great ambition to be Mad. Cos. Petruchio, let me conjure thee, tell What weight hangs on thy Master's heart? why does he Appear so full of Trouble? Pet. D'ye not guests? Cos. No. Pet. Why he loves— Cos. The Beauteous Amidea, I know that. Pet. Some such thing was, But you are his Friend My L●, His Soul is now devoted to Oriana. And he will die for her, if this Ague hold him. Cosmo, Ha! For 'tis not possible without some cure, He should live long: Good Sir, do you go in and Counsel him. So, so, it works; This was my Lord Lorenzo's Plot, and I Ha' been his Engine in the work, to batter. His love to Amidea, by praising Oriana to him, he is here, My Lord. Exit Cos. Enter Lorenzo. Lor. Petruchio, where's your Lord? how moves the work▪ Pet. To your own wish My Lord, he has thrown off The thought of Amedia, and is mad For Cosmo's Mistress, whom by your instructions I have commended so— Lor. My witty Villain! Pet. Cosmo is with him, to whom cunningly I ha' discovered his disease, and I Beseech you interrupt 'em not. Lor. This may Have Tragical effects Petruchio: For Cosmo, we shall prune his fortune thus, Oriana's wealth would swell him in the State, He grows too fast already, be still ours. Pet. My Lord, you bought my Life, when you procured My pardon from the Duke. Exit Lord and Pet. Enter Pisa. and Cosmo. Pis. O Friend, thou canst not be so merciful, To give away such happiness, my Love Is for some sin I have committed, thus Transplanted, I looked rather thou shouldst kill me, Then give away this comfort, 'tis a charity Will make thee poor, and 'twere a great deal better That I should languish still, and die. Cos. Oriana and I were but in Treaty. If you can find dispensation, to quit With Amidea, your first Love, be confident Oriana may be won, and it were necessary You did prepare the Mother. Pis. Each syllable is a blessing. Cos. Although some complaints have passed between Me and Oriana, I am not warm Yet in the Mother's fancy, whose power may Assist you much, but lose no time. Pis. Thou Miracle of Friendship! Exeunt. Enter Duke Frederico, Florio, and Alonso. Du. Letters to us? from whom? Al. Castruchio. Du. The Exile, whence? Al. Sierra My good Lord, It came enclosed within my Letter, which Imposed my care and duty in the swift Delivery. Fr. The Duke is pale of the sudden. Du. A Palsy does possess me, Ha! Lorenzo, Our Cousin, the Enemy of Our Life and State, My bosom Kinsman? not too loud, the Traitor▪ May hear, and by escape prevent Our Justice. Flo. What Traitor? Du. Alonso, come you hither, What correspondency maintain you with this▪ Castruchio? Al. None My Lord, but I am happy In his election, to bring the first Voice to your safety. Du. Most ingrateful man! Turn Rebel: I have worn him in my blood. Al. 'Tis time to purge the humour. Du. I will do't. Our Guard, were he more precious, had he shar'e Our soul, as he but borrows of our flesh, This action makes him nothing. He turn conspirator: Oh the fate of Princes! But stay, this paper speaks of no particular, He does not mention what design, what plot. Al. More Providence is necessary, Du. Right, right, good Alonso, th' art an honest man And lov'st us well, what's to be done? Al. 'Tis best To make his person sure, by this you may Discover soon who are of his faction— Du. And at our leisure study of his punishment, Which must exceed death; every common trespass Is so rewarded, first apply all tortures To enforce confession, who are his confederates, And how they meant to murder us, than some rare Invention to execute the Traitor, So as he may be half a year a dying, Will make us famed for Justice. Enter Lorenzo, Depazzi. Al. He is here, apprehend him? Lo. Happy morning to My gracious Sovereign. Du. Can Treason couch itself within that frame? We ha' Letters for you. Lo. Letters, these dread Sir Have no directions to me, your Highness Is only named. Du. They will concern your reading, Alonso, now observe and watch him Florio, Depazzi come you hither, does Lorenzo▪ Look like a Traitor? Dep. How sir, a Traitor? Du. Ay Sir. Dep. I sir by my Honour not I sir, I defy Him that speaks it; I am in a fine pickle. Lor. I ha' read— Du. No blush! not tremble: Read again. Lor. The substance is, that you maintain A vigilant eye over Lorenzo, who Hath threatened with your death, his Country's liberty And other things, touching reducing of A Commonwealth. Du. I like not that. Dep. All's out: A pox upon him for a Traitor, he Has hedged me in but I'll confess— Du. What answer Make you to this Lorenzo? Lor. This o'th' sudden. Sir I must owe the title of a Traitor To your high favours; Envy first conspired, And malice now accuses, but what story, Mentioned his name, that had his Prince's bosom, Without the People's hate, 'tis sin enough In some men to be great, the throng of stars The rout, and common People of the sky, Move still another way then the Sun does, That guilds the creature, take your honour's back, And if you can that purple of my veins, Which flows in yours, and you shall leave me in A state, I sha'not fear the great ones envy, Nor common people's rage, and yet perhaps You may be credulous against me. Duk. Ha! Al. The Duke is cool. Duk. Alonzo look you prove. Lorenzo what you say. Al. I say my Lord? I have discovered all my knowledge sir: Dep. Stand to't— Lor. With licence of your highness, what Can you imagine I should gain by Treason: Admit I should be impious, as to kill you, I am your nearest kinsman, and should forfeit Both name and future title to the State, By such a hasty, bloody disposition, The rabble hate me now, how shall I then Expect a safety? is it reformation: Of Florence they accuse me of; suggesting I disaffect a Monarchy, which how Vain and ridiculous would appear in me, Your wisdom judge, in you I live and flourish, What in your death can I expect, to equal The riches I enjoy under your warmth? Should I for the heir, and talk of new government, And Commonwealth, lose all my certainties? And you above 'em all, whose favours have Fallen like the Dew upon me; have I a soul to think the guilt of such a murder easy, Were there no other Torments? Or can I Expect the People will reward your Murderer With any thing but Death, a Parricide? Al. So, so, the Duke's already in his circle. Lor. But I am tame, as if I had no sense, Nor other argument to vindicate My Loyalty, thus poisoned by a paper, In my eternal fame, and by a slave; Call to my brow, some one that dare accuse me, Let him have honour, great as mine, to forfeit; Or since your grace hath taken me so near, Your own height, that may scale, may not expect Such a proportioned adversary, yet let him Have name within his Country, and allow him A Soul, 'gainst which, I may engage my more, Then equal honour, then I'll praise your justice; But let him not be one condemned already, A desperate exile— is it possible A Treason hatched in Florence, 'gainst the Duke Should have no eyes at home to penetrate, The growing danger, but at Sienna, one Must with a perspective discover all: Ask this good Councillor, or these Gentlemen Whose faiths are tried, whose cares are always waking About your Person, how have I appeared To them, that thus I should be rendered hateful, To you, and my good Country, they are virtuous, And dare not blemish a white faith, accuse My sound heart of dishonour; sir, you must Pardon my bold defence, my virtue bleeds By your much easiness, and I am compelled To break all modest limits, and to waken Your memory, (if it be not too late To say you have one,) with the story of My fair deservings, who, sir, overthrew (With his designs) your late ambitious brother, Hippolito, who like a Meteor threatened A black and fatal omen. Du. 'Twas Lorenzo. Lo Be yet as just, and say whose art directed A countermine to check the pregnant hopes Of Salviati, who for his Cardinal's Cap, In Rome was potent, and here popular. Du. None but Lorenzo. Dep. Admirable Traitor? Lor. Whose service was commended when the exiles One of whose tribe accuseth me had raised Commotions in our Florence when the hinge Of State did faint under the burden, and The people sweat with their own fears, to think The Soldier should inhabit their calm dwellings? Who then risen up your safety, and crushed all Their plots to air? Du. Our dear Cousin Lorenzo, Lor. When he that should reward, forgets the men That purchased his security, 'tis virtue To boast a merit with my services I ha'not starved your treasury, the grand Captain Gonzales accounted to King Ferdinand, Three hundred thousand crowns, for spies, what bills Have I brought in for such intelligence: Dep. I grow hearty. Du. All thy actions Stand fresh before us, and confirm, thou art Our best and dearest friend, thus we assure Our confidence, they love us not that feed One jealous thought of our dear Cous. Lorenzo New welcome to us all, for you Alonzo Give o'er your paper kites, learn wit, 'tis time. Where shall we meet to night? Lo. Pardon me sir I am a dangerous man Du. No more a that I'll credit my soul with thee, shall we revel This night with Amidea? Dep. The Duke courts him, Well go thy ways, for one of the most excellent Impudent Traitors— Du. Yet a murmuring Of a Traitor? we shall sooner suspect him, That thinks Lorenzo guilty. Dep. I my Lord Dare boldly swear, his honour is as free— From any treason, as myself, I did prophesy this issue. Duk. 'Tis an age Till night, I long to fold her in my arms, Prepare Sciarrha, but be very wise In the discovery, he is all touchwood. Lor. I know he is her brother, leave the managing Of things to me. Duk. Still when we expect, Our bliss, time creeps, but when the happier things Call to enjoy, each saucy hour hath wings. Exeunt. Actus Secundus. Enter Sciarrha, and Lorenzo. Sciarrha. MY Sister, though he be the Duke, he dares not, Patience, patience, if there be such a virtue, I want it Heaven, my Sister! It has thrown wildfire in my brain Lorenzo, A thousand furies revel in my skull, Has he not sins enough in's Court to damn him. But my Roof must be guilty of new lusts, And none but Amidea? these the honours His presence brings our House? Lor. Temper your rage. Sci. Are all the Brothels rifled? No acquaint piece Left him in Florence, that will meet his hot And valiant Luxury, that we are come To supply his blood out of our Families? Diseases gnaw his title off. Lo. My Lord— Sci. He is no Prince of mine, he forfeited His greatness, that black minute he first gave Consent to my dishonour. Lo. Then I'm sorry. Sci. Why should you be sorry sir? You say it is my Sister he would strumpet, Mine, Amidea? 'tis a wound you feel not, But it strikes through, and through the poor Sciarrha, I do not think, but all the ashes of My Ancestors do swell in their dark urns At this report, of Amidea's shame: It is their cause as well as mine, and should Heaven suffer the Duke's sin to pass unpunished, Their dust must of necessity conspire, To make an earthquake in the Temple. Lo. Sir, You said you would hear me out. Sci. Why is there more Behind? Lo. And greater, Master, your high blood Till I conclude Sciarrha, I accuse not Your noble anger, which I have observed, Is not on every cheap, and giddy motion Inflamed, but Sir, be thrifty in your passion, This is a petty trespass, Sci. Has mischief any name Beyond this? will it kill me with the sound? Lo. My Lord, though the dishonouring your Sister, Be such a fact, the blood of any other But Alexander could no less then expiate, Yet this sin stretches farther, and involves With hers, your greater stain: did you e'er promise him? Yet why do I make any question? It were another crime, to think Sciarrha Can entertain a thought, so far beneath His birth, you stoop to such a horrid baseness, Then all the virtue of mankind would sicken, And soon take leave of earth. Sci. You torture me. Lor. What then could the Defined, to give him any Encouragement you would be guilty of And act, so fatal unto honour, Sci. To what? Lor. Though all the teeming glories of his Dukedom, Nay Florence State offered itself a bribe, Yet to imagine, you Would turn officious pander to his lust, And interpose the mercenary bawd To Court your Sister to his sinful coupling: 'Tis horrid, affrights nature, I grow stiff With the imagination. Sci. Ha! Lor. Yet this was his command I should impose. Sci. Lorenzo. I am not what I was, My soul is but one flame, My breath is hot enough To thaw the Alps. Lor. Your fancy would Transport you. Sci. 'Tis my rage, but let it cool, And then we'll talk o' something, something sir, Shall be to purpose. Lor. Now the flame is mounted, My Lord, I have given proof, although he be My Duke and Kinsman, I abhor his vices, 'Tis policy in Princes, to create A Favourite, who must bear all the guilt Of things ill managed in the State, if any Design be happy, 'tis the Prince's own. Heaven's knows, how I have covnselled this young man, By virtue to prevent his fate, and govern With modesty: O the religious days▪ Of Commonwealths! We have outlived that blessing. Sci. But I have thought a cure for this great state Impostume. Lor. What? Sci. To launce it, is't not ripe? Let's draw cuts, whether your hand or mine Shall do an act for Florence liberty, And send this Tyrant to another world. Lo. How, I draw cuts? Sci. Toy it not thus Lorenzo, But answer, by the name and birth you are His Kinsman; And let me tell you more: We know, you but disguise your heart, and wish Florence would change her tile. Lo. How is this? Sci. We know you have firm correspondence with▪ The banished men, whose desperate fortunes wait Your call to tumult, in our streets, all this, Not to feed your ambition with a Dukedom, By the remove of Alexander▪ but To serve your Country, and create their peace, Who groan under the Tyranny of a proud, Lascivious Monarch, is't not true Lorenzo? My phrase is blunt my Lord. Lo. My Genius And thine are friends, I see they have conversed And I applaud the wisdom of my stars, That made me for his Friendship, who preserves The same religious fire, let this secret be An argument, how much I dare repose Upon Sciarrah's honour, I'll either live, in your exchange of faith A Patriot, or die my Country's Martyr. Sci. Thou hast a fire beyond Prometheus. Lo. Heaven knows I've no particular design To leap into a Throne, let me advance Our liberty, restore the ancient Laws Of the republic, rescue from the jaws Of lust, your mothers, wives, your daughters, sisters▪ Sci. Sisters! Lor. From horrid Rape, poor Amidea. Sci. I am resolved, by all that's blessed, he dies The roof he would dishonour with his lust Shall be his tomb, bid him be confident, Conduct him good Lorenzo, I'll dispose My house for this great scene of death. Lo. Be constant. Exit. Enter Florio, and his Sister Amidea. Flo. Now brother, what news brings the great Lorenzo? Sci. Let me have truce vexation for some minutes, What news? preferments, honours, offices; Sister, you must to Court? Am. Who, I to Court? Sci. Or else the Court will come to you, the Duke Hath sent already for us Amidea: Is she not fair, Exceeding beautiful, and tempting Florio? Look on her well, methinks▪ I could turn Poet, And make her a more excellent piece then heaven▪ Let not fond Men hereafter commend what They most admire, by fetching from the Stars Or flowers their glory of similitute; But from thyself the rule to know all beauty, These are the Duke's own Raptures, Amidea, His own Poetic flames, an argument He loves my Sister. Ami. Love me? Sci. Infinitely, I am in earnest, he employed Lorenzo, No meaner Person in this Embassy, You must to Court, Oh happiness! Ami. For what? Sci. What do great Ladies do at Court, I pray? Enjoy the pleasures of the world, dance, kiss The amorous Lords, and a thousand more Delights, which private Ladies never think of; But above all, The Duke himself shall call thee his, Ami. You make me wonder, Pray speak that I may understand. Sci. Come, come, I find your cunning; The news does please, the rolling of your eye Betrays you, and I see a guilty blush Through this white veil upon your cheek, you would Have it confirmed, you shall, the Duke himself Shall swear he loves you. Am. Love me? why? Sci. To Court, And ask him; be not you too peevish now, And hinder all our fortune; I ha' promised him To move you for his arm-ful, as I am Sciarrha, and your brother, more I ha'▪ sent Word to him by Lorenzo, that you should Meet his high flame, in plain Italian▪ Love him, and— Ami. What for heaven, be the Duke's whore? Sci. No, no, his Mistress, command him, make 〈◊〉 Ami. Give up my Virgin▪ honour to his lust? Sci. You may give it a better name, but do't▪ Ami. I do mistake you brother, do I not? Sci. No, no, my meaning is so broad, you cannot▪ Ami▪ I would I did then, is't not possible That this should be a dream? where did you drop Your virtue Sir? Florio, why move you not? Why are you slow to tell this man? for sure 'Tis not Sciarrha, he hath talk so ill, And so much, that may have the cause to fear, The Air about's infected. Flo. Are not you My brother? Sci. Be not you a Fool, to move These empty questions, but join to make her Supple, and pliant for the Duke. No matter for the talk of musty people, Look up to the Reward, thou art young and skilled In these Court tempt, naturally soft, And moving, I am roughhewn, assist, wilt, With some quaint Charm, to win her to this game? Flo. My Sister? Sci. Ay, ay. Ami. Come not near him Florio, 'Tis not Sciarrha, sure my brother's Nurse Played the Impostor, and with some base Issue Cheated our House. Sci. Gipsy, use better language, Or I'll forget your Sex. Flo. Offer to touch her With any rudeness, and by all that's virtuous— Sci. Why how now Boy? Flor. I do not fear your Sword, This with my Youth, and Innocence, is more Defence than all thy armoury, what Devil Has crept into thy Soul? Sci. You'll not help? Flor. I'll rather kill thee. Sci. 'Tis very well, Have you considered better o'the motion? Ami. Yes. Sci. And what's your resolve Ami. To have my name Stand in the Ivory Register of Virgins, When I am dead, before one factious thought Should lurk within me to betray my Fame, To such a blot, my hands shall mutiny, And boldly with a Poniard teach my heart To weep out a repentance. Sci. He embraces 'em, My excellent chaste Sister, Florio Thou hast my soul, I did but try your Virtues, 'Tis truth the Duke does love thee, viciously, This night he means to revel at our house, The Tarquin shall be entertained; he shall. Ent. a Seru. Seru. My Lord, Pisano is come. Sci. Look up Sister And shine with thy own smiles, Pisano's come, Pisano thy contracted, honoured Friend. Enter Pisano, Cosino, Freder. Welcome all, But you above the rest, my brother shortly, Emb. him. Sister and Florio entertain your noble Friends, some few minute, I am absent, we Must not forget to prepare for the Duke's coming, I'll soon return. Exit. Ami. You are not cheerful Sir. How is't my Lord? you were not wont to look So sad when you came hither Pis. I am not well Amidea. Am, Oh, my heart. Pis. Be you Comforted Lady, let all griefs repair To this, their proper Centur. Flor. Sir how far you? Pis. Altered of late a little, I would Sciarra were come back. Fred. I might ha' finished ere he went, and not Delayed his business much, two or three words, And I had dispatched. Am. How Sir? your language is Another than you use to speak, you look not With the same brow upon me. Pis. Madam, I am come to render all my interest in your love, And to demand myself again live happier In other Choice. Am. Ha! Pis. Here's witness, all is cancelled betwixt us, Nay, and you weep— Farewell. Ami. He's gone. Flor. I am amazed. Pis. Now lead me to my blessing. Exeuni Flor. Shall a long suit and speeding with his love With the world's notice, and a general fame Of Contract too, just in the Instant when A Marriage is expected, he broke off With Infamy to our House. Am. Brother, If ever you loved poor Amidea, let not this Arrive Sciarrha's Ear; there's danger in His knowledge of it, this may be a Trial of my Affection. Flo. A Trial; No, It shown too like a Truth. Am. My Tears entreat your silence. Flo. You have Power to command it, dry your Eyes then, He's returned. Enter Sciarrha. Sci. How now, Weep? Where is Pisano and his Friends? Flo. They're gone, Sir. Sci. Ha! Am. Guess by my Eyes, you may, something of Sorrow hath befallen. No sooner you were departed, but some strange Distemper Invaded him; we might discern a change In's Countenance: And though we prayed him to Repose with us, he would straight back again; So with Cosmo he returned. Flo. The alteration was strange and sudden. Sci. Alas noble Gentleman,— but come, clear up Your Face again, we hope it won't last; Look bright again, I say, I ha' given order— Enter Gentleman. Gent. My Lord the Duke's already come Sci. Remove, Good Amidea, and reserve thy Person To Crown his Entertainment, be not seen yet. Exit Am. Enter Duke Lorenzo, Alonzo, Attendants. Du. Sciarrha, we are come to be your Guest. Sci. Your Highness doth an Honour to our House. Du. But, where's thy Sister, she must did us welcome. Sci. She is your Grace's Handmaid. Du. For this Night, Let the whole World conspire to our delight. Lorenzo— Whisper. Lor. Sir be confident— and perish. Enter Morosa, and Oriana, in the Garden, and Servant. Mor. Pray give access to none,— yet if Pisano Enqire, direct him to the Garden, Cosino Exit Servant. Is young, and promising, but while Lorenzo Lives, must expect no Sunshine. Enter Pisano, Cosmo, Servant. Pis. There's for thy pains. Evit Servant. They are now at opportunity. Cos. My Lord, Do you prepare the Mother, and let me close with Oriana. Pis. What Service can reward thee? Cos. Take occasion to leave us private, This Hour be Propitious, win but the Mother to you. Pis. She is prepared alieady. Cos. Lose no time, take the other walk. Exit Pis. & Mor. Ori. My dear Cosmo. Cos. My best Oriana. Ori. You have been too much absent, I must chide you. Cos. You cannot sweet, I would knew which way to make thee. Angry: Yes, that I might see how well it would become thee. Ori. You will make me angry. Cos. But you will love me still, I fear. Ori. D'ye fear it? Is't a misfortune? Cos. What? Ori. My Love▪ Cos. We may love too well, and that's a fault. Ori. Not where the Object's good. Cos. O yes; Always beware of the extremes. Ori. What mean you? I affect none but my Cosmo, not him with too much Flame. Cos. If you should Lady, 'twere not nobly done. Ori. To love another? Cos. Yes, if there be cause, that may be called a Vertae. Ori. So we should be inconstant. Cos. Why not, it our reason be convinced. Let us examine all the Creatures, read The Book of Nature through, and we shall find Nothing doth still the same: Why then Should our Desires, that are so nimble, and More Subtle than the Spirits in our Blood, Be such stayed Things within us, and not share Their natural Liberty, shall we admit a change in smaller Things, And not allow it in what most of all concerns us? Ori. What? Cos. Our Loves. Ori. Have you a suspicion I am changed, and thus would School me for it, or shall I imagine that you are altered. Cos. Yes, I am, and therefore proclaim thy Freedom, I do love thee less, To show I love thee more. Ori. What riddle's this? Cos. 'Tis none. I have found I am not worthy of thee, Therefore come to make thee satisfaction for my Crime Of loving thee, by pointing out a way, And Person, will become thy Affection better. What dost think of brave Pisano, shall his Merit plead Succession in thy chaste Thoughts? Ori. I know him. Cos. Thou canst not choose; and I could study none Worthy thy love, but him. Ori. 'Tis very likely you would resign then? Cos. Ay, to honour thee, His Service will deserve thee at the best, And richest value. Ori. Why it shall be so. Cos. Nay but be serious, and declare me happy That I may say, I have made thee just amends. Ori. Why sir I do love him. Cos. But dost thou love him perfectly, with a Desire, when sacred rites of marriage Are past, to meet him in thy bed, and call him Thy Husband? Ori. Pray tell me; But truly, I beseech you, do you wish Pisano mine indeed? or, are you jealous, And name him to accuse me? Cos. Not by goodness; But if there be a charm beyond thy innocence, By that I would conjure thee Oriana, Love him and make three happy, it shall be My bliss to call you his, let me but own A servant in your memory. Ori. Unkind, And cruel Cosmo, dost thou think it possible, I can love any thyself? thou wilt Undo my heart for ever. Enter Pisano and Morossa. Mor. You shall be Ever most welcome, if I be her Mother, She must declare obedience, Oriana— Cos. Go cheerfully, thy Mother calls, Alas poor Lady, I half repent me, since she is so constant: But a friend's life weighs down all other love; Beside, I thus secure my Fate, Lorenzo Threatens my spring, he is my enemy. Ori. You'll not compel assection? Pis. No, but Court it With honour, and religion. Mor. I shall forget the nature of a Parent, Unless you show more softness, and regard To what is urged, what promise could you make To Cosmo, without me? or if you had— Cos. Here Cosmo doth give up all title to it, I have no part in Oriana now. Ori. I've heard too much, do with me what you please, I am all passive, nothing of myself, But an Obedience to Unhappiness. Exit. Cos. Fellow her Pisano. Pis. Thou'rt all Friendship. Cos. Trace their warm steps, Virgins Resolves are weak. Leave not her Eyes, until you see Day break. Exeunt. Actus Tertius. Enter Depazzi and Rogero. Depazzi. ROgero? Rogero. My Lord. Dep. Make fast the Chamber-door, stifle the Keyhole and the Crannies, I must discourse of secret Matters, dost thou smell nothing, Rogero? ha'? Ro. Smell? not any thing, my Lord, to offend my Nostril. Dep. Come hither, what do the people talk abroad of me? Answer me justly, and to the Point, what do they say? Ro. Faith, my Lord, they say that you are— Dep. They lie, I am not; they are a lousy, impudent multitude; a many-headed, and many-horned generation, to say that I am— Ro. A noble Gentleman, a just and discreet Lord, and one that deserved to have his Honours without money. Dep. Oh is that it? I thought the Rabble would have said, I had been a Traitor, I am half mad certainly e'er since I consented to Lorenzo; 'tis a very hard condition, that a Man must lose his Head, to recompense the procuring of his Honours: What if I discover him to the Duke, ten to one, if Lorenzo come but to speak, his Grace won't ha' the grace to believe me, and then I run the hazard to be thrown out of all atother side: 'tis safest to be a Traitor, hum, who is that you whispered to? Ro. I whisper? Dep. Marry did you, Sirrah? Ro. Not I, good faith, my Lord, Dep. Sirrah, Sirrah, Sirrah, I smell a Rat behind the Hang: Here's no body, ha'? Are there no Trunks to convey secret Voices? Ro. Your Lordship has a pair on. Dep. I do not like that Face i'th' Arras, a my Conscience he points at me, a Pox upon this Treason, I have no stomach to't, I do see myself upon a Scaffold, making a pitiful Speech already, I shall ha' my head cut off, seven years ago I laid my head upon a wager, I remember, and lost it; let me see; it shall be so, 'tis good policy to be armed, Rogero, imagine I were a Traitor. Rog. How, Sir? Dep. I but say imagine, we may put the Case, and that I were apprehended for a Traitor. Ro. Heaven defend. Dep. Heaven has something else to do, than to defend Traitors: I say, Imagine I were brought to the Bar. Ro. Good my Lord, you brought to the Bar? Dep. I will beat you, if you won't imagine at my bidding: I say, suppose I now were at the Bar to answer for my Life. Ro. Well, Sir. Dep. Well, Sir, that's as it happens; you must Imagine I will answer the best I can for myself: conceive, I prithee, that these Chairs were Judges, most grave and venerable Beards and Faces at my Arraignment, and that thyself wert in the Name of the Duke and State to accuse me; what couldst thou say to me? Ro. I, accuse your good Honour? for what, I beseech you? Dep. For High-Treason, you Blockhead. Ro. I must be acquainted with some Particulars first. Dep. Mass, thou sayest right: why imagine, die hear? you must but imagine, that some great Man had a Conspiracy against the Duke's person, and that I being an honest Lord, and one of this great Man's Friends, had been drawn in; for that's the plain truth on't, 'twas against my will, but that's all one: Well, thou understandest me, show thy wit Rogero, scratch thy nimble Pericranium, and thunder out my Accusation ex tempore: Here I stand Signior Depazzi, to answer the Indictment. Ro. Good my Lord, it will not become me, being your humble Servant. Dep. Humble Coxcomb, is't not for my good? I say, accuse me, bring it home, jerk me sound to the quick, Rogero, tickle me, as thou lov'st thy Lord; I do defy thee, spare me not, and the Devil take thee if thou be'st not malicious. Ro. Why then have at you: First, Signior Depazzi, Thou art Indicted of High-Treason, Hold up thy Hand, Guilty, or not Guilty? Dep. Very good. Ro. Nay, very bad Sir; Answer, I say, Guilty or not Guilty? Dep. Not Guilty. Ro. 'Tis your best course to say so. Well, Imagine— I rise up the Duke's most learned in the Laws, and his nimble tongued Orator, have at your Signior. Dep. Come, come on Sir, here I stand. Ro. I will prove thou liest in thy Throat, if thou deniest thy Treason, and so I address myself to the most understanding seats of Justice. Most wise, most honourable, and most uncorrupt Judges, sleep not, I beseech you, my Place hath called me to plead in the behalf of my Prince and Country, against this notable, this pernicious, and impudent Traitor, who hath plotted and contrived such high, heinous and horrible Treasons, as no Age nor History hath ever mentioned the like. Here he stands, whose Birth I will not touch, because it's altogether unknown who begot him. He was brought up among the small Wares in the City, became Rich by sinister and indirect Practices, married a Merchant's Wife at adventures, and was soon after advanced to be a Head Officer. Dep. Why, you Rascal. Ro. Peace, Sirrah, peace; nay, your Lordships shall find him very audacious: This Fellow, not content to have his Branches spread within the City, I speak it to his Face, let him deny it, was afterward, by the corruption of his Confederate, and the mere grace of his Highness, raised to Honour, received infinite Favours from his Prince of blessed memory; yet, like a Wretch, a Villain, a Viper, a Rat of Nilus, he hath practised Treasons against the sacred person of the Duke: for which he deserveth not only to die, but also to suffer Tortures, Whips, Racks, Strappadoes, Wheels, and all the fiery brazen Bulls that can be invented, as I shall make it appear to this honourable and illustrious Court. Dep. This Rogue's transported. Ro. With all my heart, I obey your Lordships— Thus then I pass from these Circumstances, and proceed to the principal Villainies that we have to lay to his charge. Imprimis, Thou Signior Depazzi didst offer to a Groom a 100 Crowns to poison his Highness hunting Saddle. Dep. Did I? Ro. Do not interrupt me, Varlet, I will prove it, his hunting Saddle, and woe shall be unto thy breech therefore; and finding this serpentine Treason broken in the shell, do but lend your reverend Ears to his next designs, I will cut 'em off presently. This Irreligious, nay, Atheistical Traitor, did with his own hands poison the Duke's Prayer Book, oh Impiety! And had his Highness, as in former times he accustomed, but prayed once in a month, which by special grace he omitted, how fatal had it been to Florence? But as by Justice his Excellence did then, and by his own want of devotion, prevent this Assassinate's purpose, so we hope in his own Discretion, and the Council of his State, he will take heed how he prays hereafter while he lives, to which every true Subject will say, Amen. Dep. May it please your Honours— Ro. That impudent, brazenfaced Traitor, wilt thou deny it? Moreover, and like your good Lordships, he hath for this Fortnight, or Three Weeks before his Apprehension, walked up and down the Court with a Case of Pistols charged, wherewith, as he partly confessed, he intended to send the Duke to Heaven with a powder. Dep. This Rogue will undo the Devil at Invention, may it please his Honourable— Ro. These are but sprinklings of his Treason. Dep. Will you justify this? Did I any of these things, you Tadpole? Ro. Hold yourself contented, my Lord, he that is brought to the Bar in case of Treason, must look to have more objected than he can answer, or any Man is able to justify. Dep. I confess, and please your good Lord ships. Ro. Mark, he will confess. Dep. That's the way to be sent of an headless Errand; indeed I confess that I never intended any Treason to his Highness, nor ever sought the Prince's Life: true it is, that I heard of a Conspiracy. Ro. That, that, my Lord, hath overthrown him; he saith, he never sought the Prince's Life, Ergo, he sought his Death. Besides, he hath heard of Treason, now he that heareth, and discovereth not, is equally guilty in Fact: For in Offences of this Nature, there are not Accessaries; ergo, he is a Principal, and being a Principal Traitor, he deserveth Condemnation. Dep. Shall I not speak? Ro. No, Traitors must not be suffered to speak, for when they have leave, they have Liberty, and he that is a Traitor deserveth to be close Prisoner. Dep. All that this Fellow hath uttered, is false and forged, abominable Lies. Ro. I will speak Truth, and I will be heard, and no man else in this place. Dep. I never dreamed of a hunting Saddle, nor never had so much as a thought of any Prayer Book. Ro. You sit here to do Justice, I speak for the Duke and the safety of the Common wealth. Dep. As for Pistols, 'tis well known I could never endure the report on 'em, I defy Powder and Shot, as I do him that accuseth me. Ro. I defy all the world that will hear a Traitor speak, for himself, 'tis against the Law which provides that no Man shall defend treason, and he that speaks for himself, being a Traitor, doth defend his treason, thou art a Capital obstreperous Malefactor. Dep. Thou art a Madman. Ro. Go to, you have played the fool too much. Dep. Thou continual motion cease, a pox upon thee hold thy tongue. Ro. The pox won't serve your turn. Dep. Why then this shall. Beats him. Ro. Hold, hold, good my Lord, I am sensible I ha' done, imagine I ha' done, I but obeyed your Lordship, whose batoon I find stronger than my imagination, my Lord, you'll answer this to strike i'the ' Court thus? Dep. I am as weary— hark Rogero Knocks. One knocks, see, see, there's to make thee amendends, see good Rogero, and say nothing, pray Heaven it be not Pursuivant. Enter Petruchio, with a Letter. Ro. Petruchio, my Lord, Pisano's Secretary. Dep. But Lorenzo's Engine a very knave. Pet. My very good Lord. Dep. What's here? It can be no goodness. Reads, My Lord, I would not have you go to Bed to night, he won't let me sleep now, I dreamt as much, something will be done to give Florence liberty: In the depth of night you may cunningly disperse some rumours in the City, that the Duke is dead, the people must be distracted, in the common fright be not you wanting in your Person to assist their fears, and speak well of Lorenzo, speak well of the Devil: My humble service to your Lord, and say he has power to command me in all things. Pet. My Very good Lord. Dep. No matter and you were both hanged; Rogero, she him the Wine-cellar: Let me see, I must report the Duke's death, I can't abide this word Death, yet he desires me but to report it; hum, if it be false? why so much the better; there will be the less harm in't; if it should prove true, they will believe me another time: Well, I will drink myself half drunk, and be fortified. Exeunt. Enter Duke, Amidea, Lorenzo, Sciarrha, Florio, etc. Du. Sciarrha, you exceed in Entertainment, Banquet our Eyes too. Lo. He will feast all Senses. Sci. Only a toy, my Lord, I cannot call't A Mask, not worthy of this presence, yet It speaks the freedom of my Heart, and gratitude For this great honour. Du. Amidea must sit near us. Sci. Lords your places, it wi' not be Worth half this Ceremony, let 'em begin. Enter Lust, richly apparelled, the Pleasures attending. Du. Who's the Presenter? Sci. Lust, Sir, pray observe. Lust. Now let Lust possess the Throne Of Love, and rule in Hearts alone: Tou sweet Tempter's to my Sin, Beauty, Smiles, and Kisses win Upon frail Mortals, let them know There is no Happiness, but you Shoot no Arrows tipped with Lead, Each Shaft hath his golden head: Call no Love, delude Men still, Through the Flesh, the Spirits kill, Nor spend all your▪ Art to take Common Persons, Greatness make By your potent Charms to be Subjects unto Hell and▪ me, Inflame but Kings with lose desire, Ye soon set all the World on fire. Enter a young Man in rich Habit and Crowned. Du. What's he? Sci. A wild young Man that follows Lust, He has too much Blood it seems. Du. Why looks he back? Sci. There is a thing called Death that follows him With a large train of Furies. Hang his Conscience, it whines too much. Lo. This is too plain. Sci. He does not tremble yet, Aside▪ By-an-by, Sir, you shall see all▪ his Tormentors Join with 'em, there's the sport on't▪ Lo. Methinks they Should have been first for th' antimas. Sci. Oh no! In Hell they do not stand upon the method, As we at Court, Sister you do ill, To keep the Duke in talk, he cannot see The Devil for you The Furies join in the Dance, and in the end, carry the young Man away. How does your Highness like this dance? Du. My eyes so feasted here, I did not mind it, But I presume 'twas handsome. Sci. Oh the Lethargy Of Princes! we ha' kept you, Sir, from bed: More lights. Du. Good night to all, to you the best: Sciarrha bind us ever by performance. Sci. We are all yours. Du. And Florence thine, once more— Brightest of Ladies. Lo. You are firm. Sci. Suspect not. Exeunt all, but Amidea and Florio. Flo. I do not like my Brother's Moral-Mask, The Duke himself was personated, I Wonder it did not startle him. Am. I hope Sciarrha does not mean so ill as that Did promise, he's returned, his looks are full Enter Sciarrha. Of threatening▪ Sci. Amidea, go not to bed, And yet no matter, I can do't alone: Take both your rest, and in your Prayers commend The Duke to Heaven, 'tis Charity, h'as made His Will already, and bequeathed his Body To you, Sister, pity his Soul for't, 'tis now Within few Minutes of departing. Am. How? Sci. Why this way I must help him in his Groans To bring his flesh a-bed. Am. You won't kill him? Sci. I am not of your mind. Am. I know you cannot. Sci. You are not studied so perfect in His destiny, I hope, I will endeavour— Am. To kill your Prince? Flo. What, here? Sci. No, in his Chamber. Am. Shall it be read in Stories of our Florence, Sciarrha first did slain his Family With such a Treason? Flo. Was he not invited? Sci. Yes, by his Lust. Flo. And in your crowned Tables, And Hospitality will you murder him? Sci. Yes, and the reason wherefore he was murdered, Shall justify the Deed to all Posterity, He came to wrong my Sister. Flo. Wanton heat, Let youthful Blood excuse him. Sci. So it must. Flo. Mistake me not, oh think but who he is, The Duke, that word must needs awake your piety▪ Am. How will good Men in this remembrance Abhor your Cruelty, that send to hell One with the weight of all his Sins upon him. Sci. It is too late to cool with Argument My incensed Blood; will you go dally with him? I ha' gone So far in promise, if you clasp not with him, It will be dangerous if he outlive This night. Am. I ha' thought on't, send him to my Bed. Sci. Ha'▪ Am. Do not question what I purpose, Heaven Witness to my chaste thoughts. Sci. Wilt thou trust him? Am. I will do much, Sir, to preserve his life▪ And your innocence: Be not you suspectful, At the worst, you can but respite your Revenge. Sci. Dost thou not fear unhappy Lucrece chance, Or wretched Philomel's dishonour? Am. No. Give me his life, and send your Wanton to me▪ I'll to my Chamber, fear me not Sciarrha, Have not one thought so bad, I sha' not prosper▪ Virgins in Heaven will suffer with me. Exit Ami. & Flo. Flo. Trust her. Sci. 'Tis but deferring of my Justice. She won't kill him sure: draw on her Soul The guilt she hates in mine, if she do yield To the hot encounter: Ha'? 'twill be just, That both their Hearts weep Blood, to purge their Lust. [Exit. Enter Florio and Amidea. Flo. My Poniard? Am. I've not black Intent To stained with any Blood. Flo. Take it, I know, thou art my virtuous Sister. It were wickedness to doubt thy purpose, Or the event. Am. Now leave me. Flo. Thou hast a Guard of Angels. Am. They are coming. [Enter Sciarrlia and Duke. Sci. Look, there she is, Sir. Du. Dearest Sciarrha. Sci. To your recreation, here I'll obscure myself, Florio? 'tis well. [Withdraws behind the Scenes. Du. Lady, you know me? Am. Yes, my Prince. Du. I was so, Till I saw thee, but I gave up that Title, A conquest to thy Beauty, which among Her other Wonders hath created me A Subject and Servant, and I shall Be happier to be received yours by One of those Names, than Duke of Tuscany. Am. Oh! take yourself again, use your Greatness To make the hearts of Florence bow to you, And pay their Duties thus. Du. Rise Amidea, And since you have given my Power back, it will Become me to command. Am. And me to obey. Du. I see thy noble Brother hath been faithful To my desires, he has prepared thee with A Story of my Love, which thou reward'st With too much humbleness: I could dwell ever Here, and imagine I am in a Temple, To offer on this Altar of thy Lip, [Kisses her often. Myriad of flaming Kisses with a Cloud Of Sighs breathed from from my heart, Which by the Oblation would increase his Stock, To make my Pay eternal. Am. What mean you? Du. That Question is propounded timely: Hadst Not interrupted me, I should ha' lost Myself upon thy Lips, and quite forgot There is a Bliss beyond it. Transform me there to Happiness; I'll laugh at all the Fables of the Gods, And teach our Poets, after I know thee, To write the true Elysium. Am. Good my Lord: I understand you not, and yet I fear You do not mean well, if you have brought with you A sinful Purpose, which I may suspect. Du. Why, Madam, what do you imagine I Came hither for? Am. I know not. Du. How! Is't come to that? Your Brother gave you more Desirous of the Sport, and brought me hither Ripe for your Dalliance: Did you not expect me? Am. Yes. Du. And to what other purpose? Am. To tell you that you are not virtuous. Du. I'm of your mind. Am. But I am not so wicked, To be of yours: Oh, think but who you are; Your Title speaks you nearest Heaven, and points You out a glorious Reign among the Angels: Do not depose yourself of one, and be Of the other disinherited. Du. I would Your Brother heard you: Prithee, do not waste This tedious Divinity; I am Resolved to grapple with you. Am. Keep off. [Shows the Poniard. Du. Ha! Turned Amazon! Am. Prince, come not too near me; For, By my Honour, since you have lost your own, Although I bow in Duty to your Person, I hate your black Thoughts. Tempt not my just Hand With violent Approach: I dare, and will Do that will grieve you, if you have a Soul. Du. Thou darest not kill me. Am. True: But I dare die. Du. Be thy own Murderer! Am. Rather than you should be my Ravisher. Du. Thou canst not be so merciless; 'tis less Sin To be unchaste. I am thy Prince, I prithee Throw by that cruel Weapon; let our War Be soft Embraces, shooting amorous Smiles; Kill and restore each other with a Kiss. I know thou canst not be unkind so long: Then I command thee. Am. I must not obey To be your Strumpet: Though my Hand▪ be unskilful, I shall soon find my Heart Du. I'll not believe— She wounds her Arm Am. Let this deserve your Faith, I dare be just: This Crimson River issuing from my Arm. Du. Hold. Am. Never: It shall flow; and if this Channel Yield not enough, I'll strike another Vein; And after that, another, and not pity The murmuring Stream, till through a prodigal Wound I have drained the Fountain. This doth weep for you, And shall extol my Death, if it may teach You to correct your Blood. Du. There's so much gone From me, I cool apace: This Action Hath shot an Ague through me. Amidea, Pity thyself. Am. Not till you swear Repentance: I do not faint yet, 'tis somewhat about; But I can find a nearer way: This does it. Du. Contain, I am sorry, sorry from my Soul. Trust me, I do bleed inward, Amidea, Can answer all thy Drops. Oh, pardon me: Thou faintest already; Dost not? Look to thy Wound. Am. May I believe you, Sir? Du. I dare not think awry: Again I ask Forgiveness. In thy Innocence I see My own Deformity. Enter Sciarrha, hastily embraceth Amidea. Enter Florio. Sci. Now a thousand Blessings Reward thy Goodness; thou deserv'st a Statue, A tall one. But apply Betimes unto thy Wound. Florio, assist her. And now, my Lord— [Ex. Am. & Flo. Du. Sciarrha, I'll begin to be thy Lord: I brought Intentions of Dishonour to thee, And thy fair Sister; but I am reconciled To Virtue, and will study how to satisfy For you and Florence. Sci. You will be more precious, Than had you never fallen: I am all Joy In your Conversion. Du. Is Lorenzo a-bed? Sci. Lorenzo! I think he has not said his Prayers yet: But— Du. What! Sci. I cannot tell; may be he does not use it. Du. How? Sci. My Lord, you now are lovely; 'Twere better you'd forget him, he's not right At Heart, I fear. Du. Fear nothing. Sci. To be plain, You cherish your Disease in him, and are Not safe while he is near you. Du. Do not envy him. Sci. Then I must tell you, Sir, he is a Traitor, Within my Knowledge, hath conspired your Death. Du. With whom? Sci. With me: I should ha' killed you, Sir, This Night; and every Minute he expects To hear you numbered with the Dead: I can Demonstrate this: Your Pardon: But, in truth, The Injuries you meant us, were severe; And he, with as much Violence, did urge 'em To your Destruction. But your Piety Hath charmed my Purpose, and I look upon you With new Obedience. [Enter Florio. Du. Possible! Sci. We wi' not shift the Scene, till you believe it. Florio, entreat my Lord Lorenzo hither: Step but behind the Arras, and your Ear Shall tell you who's the greatest Traitor living. Observe but when I tell him, you are slain; How he'll rejoice, and call me Florence great Preserver; bless my Arm, that in your Blood Hath given our groaning State a Liberty. Then trust Sciarrha. But, observe; I hear him. Enter Lorenzo. Lo. Whom talked he to? Soi. 'Tis done— Lo. What? Good Sciarrha? Soi. The Duke is dead. Lo. We are not left so miserable, Heaven is more kind to Florence. Sci. With this Hand I made a Passage for his Soul. Lo. Defend, Omnipotence! What, murdered! And by noble Sciarrha! How my Ear abuses me! Sci. Did not we plot it too? Lo. How? We▪ Collect: I fear you are not well. Pray, tell me why You talk thus? Where's the Duke? He hath a Guard▪ An Army of Heaven about him. Who in Florence Dares be so black a Devil, to attempt His Death? Sci. This is fine Cunning. Why, that Devil is Lorenzo, if he dares deny it: We are in private, You need appear no Stranger to that's done By your Direction. Lo. I in the Practice! Then let me creep into the Earth, and rise A Monster to affright Mankind. Sciarrha, I must abhor thee for it. Oh, my Prince! My dearest Kinsman! May thy Hand rot off. Treason, Treason. Sci. Then my Sword shall fetch Another Witness in thy Heart. As they draw, the Duke interposes. Du. Hold. Lo. My Royal Lord! Nay, let him kill me now: I've so much Joy and Peace about me, 'twere A Sin to wish my Life beyond this Minute. Du. Put up, I say. Sci. My Lord, we are both cozened: That very Smile's a Traitor. Du. Come, be calm: You are too passionate, Sciarrha, and Mistook Lorenzo. Lo. But I hold him noble: I see he made this Trial of my Faith, And I forgive him. Du. Ye shall be Friends▪ you shall, I sa Enter Cosmo and Alonzo Cos. The Duke!— Alon. Where's the Duke? Cos. My Lord, we are blessed to see you safe: Report Hath frighted all the City with your Death: People forsake their Beds, and seeking how To be informed, increase the wretched Tumult. Alon. There's nothing but Confusion: All Men tremble, As if some general Fire invaded Florence. Sci. Have Comfort, Sir. Du. What's to be done? Lo. Depazzi has remembered, My Lord, there is no Safety for the State, Unless you personally appease 'em. Du. How? Lo. I hope they'll tear him: Would he were dead any way. Alon. He hath counselled well. Cos. Your Presence only hath the power to charm 'em. Du. I fear their Rage: Where is our Guard? Alonzo, haste afore, proclaim Our Pardon, And that We live to give the Offenders Mercy. Why are We born to Greatness, mocked with State, When every Tumult staggers Our proud Fate? Sci. Our Quarrel is deferred, Sir. [Exeunt. ACTUS Quartus. Enter Lorenzo. Lo. MY Plots thrive not, my Engines all deceive me. Are there No faithful Villains left in Nature? All Turned honest! Man nor Spirit aid Lorenzo! Who hath not Patience to expect his Fate, But must compel it! How Sciarrha played The Dogbolt wi' me! And had not I provided In Wisdom for him, that Distress had ruined me. His frozen Sister Amidea too Hath half converted him; but I must set New Wheels in motion, to make him yet More hateful, and then cut him from his Stalk, Ripe for my Vengeance: I'll not trust the Rabble. Confusion on the giddy Multitude, That but two Minutes e'er the Duke came at 'em, Bellowed out Liberty, shook the City with Their Throats; no sooner saw him, but they melted With the hot Apprehension of a Gallows. Sudden Rotsie Consume this base Herd: And the Devil want Any Cattle for his own Teeth, these are for him. [Enter a Servant. Ser. Sciarrha, my Lord desires to speak with you. Lo. Sciarrha! Come near— you understand; admit him. [Ex. Se● Welcome, my noble Lord; [Enter Sciarrha You were not wont to visit me. Sci. Nor mean ever to do't again▪ Lo. You bring Frowns. I can be sullen too— What is your pleasure? Sc. You have abused me. Lo. You have injured me. Sci. In what? Lo. Betrayed me basely to the Duke. Sci. You denied than you were a Traitor. Lo. Yes: I was no Fool, to run my Neck upon The Axe, and give you such a Cause of Triumph▪ Were it again in question— Sci. You're a Villain, Sir; And I must have it certified under your own Hand. To show the Duke. Lo. You shall be humbled to Confess the contrary; nay, subscribe That I am honest, and desire my Pardon. Look, I have a Sword, and Arm, and Vigour; Dare fight with thee, didst ride upon a Whirlwind▪ Provoke the on a Rock, in Waves, in Fire; And kill thee without Scruple: Such a Strength Is Innocence. Sci. Innocence! Dost not fear a Thunderbolt? I shall be charitable to the World, and I Cut thee in pieces. Didst not thou rail upon the Duke? Lo. I grant it. Sci. Call him a Tyrant? Lo. More I do confess; I did exasperate you to kill or murder him; Give it what Name you please: With Joy I brought him, Under the colour of your Guest, to be The common Sacrifice. All this I remember. But is Heaven's Stock of Mercy spent already, That Sins, though great and horrid, may not be Forgiven to the Heart that groans with Penitence? Are the Eternal Fountains quite sealed up? I was a Villain, Traitor, Murderer, In my Consenting to his Death; but hope Those Stains are now washed off▪ Sci. Hast thou repent? Lo. Trust me, I have. Sci. The Devil is turned religious. Lo. As he was A lustful Duke, a Tyrant, I had lost him: In his Return to Piety: He commanded My Prayers, and fresh Obedience to wait on him. He's now my Prince again. Sci. This is but Cunning, to save your Life. Enter divers Gentlemen armed. Lo. My Life! Within there, ha'? Welcome. 1. My gracious Lord. 2. please your Honour, Command my Service? 3. Or me? 4. Or any? 5. Our Swords and Lives are yours. Sci. Perhaps your Lordship hath some Business With these Gentlemen: I'll take some other time. Lo. By no means, good Sciarrha: You visit seldom, those are daily with me; Men that expect Employment, that wear Swords, And carry Spirits, both to be engaged, If I but name a Cause. Gentlemen, Draw. Sci. My Providence has betrayed me. Lo. Now, Sciarrha, you that with single Valour dare come home To affront me thus; Know, but too late, thy Heart Is at the Mercy of my Breath; these Swords Can fetch it when I please; and to prevent Your Boast of this great Daring: I beseech, As you do love and honour your Lorenzo, No Hand advance a Weapon; sheath again, And leave us: I own Service to your Loves, But must not so dishonour you. All Gentl. We obey. [Exeunt Gentlemen. Sci. They're gone: This is some Nobleness. Lo. You see I do not fear your Sword, alone I have Too much Advantage; yet you may imagine How easily I could correct this Rashness: But in my Fear to offend gracious Heaven With a new Crime, having so late obtained My Peace, I give you Freedom. Sci. Do I dream? Lo. Pray, chide me still; I will be patiented To hear my Shame. Sci. Is this to be believed? Doth not Lorenzo counterfeit this Virtue? He does: It is impossible he should repent. Lo. Why, tell me, Sciarrha; and let us argue a while In cooler Blood. Did not you once resolve To kill the Duke too? Sci. I confess— Lo. To give him Death with your own Hand? Methinks it should be the same Parricide In you, if not a greater; yet you changed Your purpose. Why did you not go through, And murder him? Sci. He was converted. Lo. Good: That taught you Mercy, and perhaps Repentance For your Intent. Sci. It did. Lo. Why should not, Sir, The same Conversion of the Duke possess My Heart with as much Piety to him, And Sorrow for myself? If I should say, You are but cunning; is this Shape of Honesty? And still suspect your Soul to be a Traitor? Might you not blame my Want of Charity? Sci. He says but right: We are Both Men, frail things: 'Tis not impossible. Lo. I am reconciled to Heaven already, and the Duke: If you Be still unsatisfied, I am ready, Sir. Sci. The Circumstance considered, I incline To think this may be honest. Lo. Come, Schiarrha, We are both hasty: My Nature is corrected at this Minute: I'm Friends with all the World; but in your Love Shall number many Blessings. Sci. I am converted. Enter Petruchio. Lo. What's the News? Pet. My Lord Depazzi prays some Conference In the next Chamber: We arrived by chance Together at your Gate: I do not like his Talk, Sir. Lo. Hang him, Property, let him Expect; thou art come i'the Opportunity: I could have wished— Be wise, and second me▪ Sci. He waits upon Pisano, Whose Health I may inquire; I ha' not seen him Since he departed sick: A fit Occasion. Lo. Married to Oriana! Thou mistak'st: 'Tis Amidea, Lord Sciarrha's Sister. Pet. That Contract's broken, and the old Lady Morassa is violent to have the Marriage Finished with her Daughter. Lo. Sciarrha, Is't true, Pisano marrries Oriana, The rich Morrossa's Daughter? Sci. Ha'? Lo. We did expect to hear your Sister should Have been his Bride: Has he forsaken Amidea? Sci. Do not you serve Pisano? Pet. Yes, my Lord. Sci. And dare you talk he's to be married To Oriana? Pet. If they live till to Morrow: There's great Provision to my knowledge, and— Sci. Take that, and learn to speak a Truth hereafter▪ Lo. That Blow, shall cost his Life, It is not possible he dares affront You thus; the World takes notice of a Contract. Pet. I am not to give Account for my Lord's Actions, let him answer And justify his Honour: But, my Lord, Since I am provoked, I must declare he has Called back his Vows to Amidea, given Her freedom, and does mean to use his own, And this he dares publish. Lo. What, disclaimed a Lady of her Birth and glorious Merit! Sci. thou'rt a Villain. Lo. My Lord, he is not worth your Anger, he Declares but what his Master hath committed▪ 'Tis none of his Fault. Pet. It becomes my Duty To take Correction, my Lord, from you. I am a Servant, a poor Gentleman. Sci. Shall I suspect the Circumstance at his departure? Lo. It is strange you knew not this before. Sci. I must examine, if he dares— Lo. Be patiented. Sci. Teach Fools and Children patience, The dogs eat up Sciarrha, If Pisano outlives my Sister's Wrongs. False Heaven, why should thy Altars save? 'Tis just that Hymen light him to his Grave. Exit. Lo. Farewell▪ dull passionate Fool, Kill Pisano, and be lost thyself; or if his Sword Conclude thy Life, both ways I am revenged. Petruchio, thou didst hit my Instructions rarely, And I applaud thee: Now send in Depazzi, and visit me anon. Pet. I shall, my Lord. Exit. Enter Depazzi and Rogero. Dep. My Lord, I would speak a Word or two in private▪ Lo. You may. Dep. Is no body within hearing? All clear behind the Arras? Lo. Make no doubt▪ Sir. Dep. My Lord, the truth is, I am very fearful: Is your Lordship sure there are no Eavesdroppers? Lo. What needs this Circumstance? I pray come to the point. Dep. 'Tis not unknown to your Lordship, that you have been my very good Lord, neither am I ignorant, that I am your humble Servant; you advanced me, brought me into the number of the Nobles, and I brought you a reasonable number of Crowns: I am not the first wise Citizen that hath been converted into a foolish Courtier: But, my Lord, I beseech you pardon me: It will out. Lo. What's the Matter? Dep. I am ready to burst. Lo. With what? Dep. Treason, Treason, now▪ 'tis out, and I feel my Body the lighter for't already: The last Plot did not take, you see, and I would humbly entreat your Lordship to excuse me, and get some body else hereafter to be your Traitor in my stead. Lo. How, Sir? Dep. If you did but know the tenderness of my Constitution, or feel the Pangs and Convulsions that I suffer, you would pity me: I fall away, you see, I cannot sleep for dreaming of an Axe, I have caused my hang of Holofernes to be taken down in my Dining-room, because I dare not look upon a Head that is cut off in it, something of my Complexion: My Wisdom tells me, I am a fool to be so fearful, but my Conscience tells me, I am a greater fool, if I ha' not Wit enough in my Pate▪ to keep my Head on my Shoulders. I beseech your Lordship, take me into your consideration, I am but a mortal, though I be a Lord; every Man hath not the like Gift of Impudence, I have a weak Stomach, and Treason is Physic to me. Lo. You wi' not betray me? Dep. But, alas! in such a Case, I may soon bewray myself, and then your Lordship may soon be smelled out: To prevent therefore some mischief that may happen, I desire to leave off, while I am well, and that your Lordship may know I mean plainly▪ I ha' brought you all your Letters, I durst not trust any other place with 'em for fear of State-Rats. I have unripped my Bosom to you, and there they are to a Tittle— now I may safely swear, I have no hand with your Lordship. Lo. This is very strange. Dep. Mistake not, my good Lord, I am still your Creature, but I have a great mind to be honest a little while, among the weaker sort of Nobility: Yet thus much persuade yourself, I will ne'er wrong your Lordship in a Syllable; should you tell me of a thousand Treasons and Stratagems, I will never reveal any, I scorn that; but your Lordship must pardon me, I will be a Traitor no longer, that's certain; I will be honest, and the rather, because no Body shall hit me in the teeth after I am dead, and say, look where Depazzi carries his head very high; and, my Lord, the more to induce your Lordship to dismiss me— Rogero. Ro. My Lord. Dep. Give me the Gold. I have brought 1500 Crowns more. Lo. Wherefore? Dep. That I may have my Lordship's good Will, to leave my Office before it be taken from me, and preferred to a worse, 'tis half the price I paid for't. I love Peace and a little Honesty. I know your Honour will find an able Man for it, and it is fit I should pay for my Quietas▪ Lo. And what do you resolve? Dep. To return to the Dunghill from whence I came, for though I was born in the City, I have some Land in the Country, dirty Acres and Mansion-house, where I will be the Miracle of a Courtier, and keep good Hospitality, love my Neighbours, and their Wives, and consequently get their Children, be admired amongst the Justices, sleep upon every Bench, keep a Chaplain in my own House to be my Idolater, and furnish me with Jests; and when I have nothing else to do, I will think of the Court, and how much I have been obliged to your Lordship: My Lord, I may do you Service with a leading Voice in the Country, the Kennel will cry a'my Side; if it come to Election, you or your Friend shall carry it, against the Commonwealth. Lo. Well, Sir, since you have expressed yourself so freely, I will not counsel you against your Disposition to stay at Court, you may go when, and whither you please; and though at parting, I have nothing worth your Acceptation, I will bestow these Crowns upon your Servant. Dep. Thou shalt give 'em me again. Ro. Indeed, my Lord, I love a little Honesty, 'tis his Lordship's Bounty, it will be a Stock to set me up, for myself at Court, when your Lordship is retired into the Country, I humbly thank your Lordship, and take my leave of yours. Enter a Servant. Ser. The Duke my Lord. Exit, Servant. Dep. How the Duke? Du. Signior Depazzi. Lo. He has been earnest with me, and please your Highness, To be his humble Suitor, he may have Freedom to leave the Court. Du. He shall be banished. Dep. How? Lo. What time will your Grace allow to provide? Du. Two hours. Dep. I had rather lose my Head at home, and save Charges Of Travail, I beseech your Grace. Du. Well, 'tis granted, let him not trouble us. Lo. Enjoy the Country, and return when the Duke sends for you. Dep. I humbly thank his Highness, and will pray for your increase of Grace. Exit. Du. Lorenzo, are we private? Lo. Yes, my Lord. Du. I am very melancholy. Lo. I know the cause, 'tis Amidea. Du. Right. Lo. I do not wish her dead. Du. It were a Sin. Lo. Not in Heaven, Sir; yet There be Ladies, that would think it a promotion. Du. It were pity she should leave The World, till she hath taught by her Example The nearest way. Lo. I am very confident she's yet honest. Du. Yet, Lorenzo? Lo. Ay, Sir, but I'm not of Opinion it is Impossible to know a change. Du. Take heed. Lo. I must confess, she has been very valiant, In making you remove your Siege, and showed Pretty dexterity at the Poniard, See herself bleed: You were startled To see her strike her Arm, and grew compassionate. Du. I was not Marble; we break Adamant With blood▪ and could I be a Man, and not Be moved to see that hasty Ebb of Life For my sake? Lo. Ascend again▪ And fix in your loved Orb, he brings this comfort That can assure it. Du. Ha! Lo. You shall enjoy her. Du. Enjoy fair Amidea? do not tempt, Or rather mock my frailty with such a promise. Lo. Shake off your melancholy slumber, I Have here decreed you shall possess her. Du. Is this in nature? Lo. Thus: Sciarrha's Life And Fortunes are already growing forfeit, These brains have Plotted so; your mercy shall Purchase what you can wish. Du. Do this, And I'll repent the folly of my penitence, And take thee to my Soul, a nearer pledge Than Blood or Nature gave me: I'm renewed, I feel my natural warmth return, when, where, Is this to be expected? I grow Old▪ While our Embraces are deferred. Lo. I go, to hasten your delight, Sciarrha's Fate is cast Firmer than Destiny. Du. Thou art my Prophet, I'll raise thee up an Altar. Lo. Trust these brains. Du. Thou makest my Spirit caper in my veins. Exit. Cosmo, and two Gentlemen above. 1 Gent. This way they pass. Cos. I would not see 'em. 2 Gent. Why? 1 Gent. What melancholy o'th' sudden? It is now past cure. Cos. I know it is, and therefore do not Desire to Witness their Solemnity, should Oriana See me to day. 2 Gent. What then? Cos. I fear she'd be displeased. 2 Gent. We dispute not those nice formalities. Enter Alonzo, Piero, Pisano, Oriana, Morossa. 1 Gent. She has spied you already. Cos. I am sorry for't. Oriana faints. Mor. How is't, my Child? Pis. She faints, what grief is so unmannerly To interrupt thee now, Oriana? Mor. Daughter. Pis. Will Heaven divorce us e'er the Priest have made Our Marriage perfect? She returns. Oria. Why were you so unkind to call me from A pleasing slumber? Death has a fine dwelling. Pie. This shows her heart's not yet consenting; 'tis Her Mother's fierce command. Ori. Something spoke to me from that Window. Pis. There is nothing. Ori. Nothing now. Pis. Set forward. Alon. I do not like this Interruption; 'Tis Ominous. Enter Amidea. Am. Not for my sake, but your own, go back, Or take some other way; this leads to death. My Brother.— Pis. What of him? Am. Transported with The fury of Revenge for my dishonour, Hath vowed to kill you in your Nuptial Glory. Alas! I fear his haste: Now, good my Lord, Have mercy on yourself; I do not beg Your pity upon me, I know too well You cannot love me now. But again, I would beseech you, cherish your own life, Though I be lost for ever. Alon. It is worth Your care, my Lord. Pis. Alas! her Grief hath made her wild▪ poor Lady! I should not love, Oriana, to go back; Set forward, Amidea, you may live To be a happier Bride: Sciarrha is not So irreligious to profane these Rites. Am. Will you not then believe me? Pray persuade him, You are his Friends. Lady, it will concern You most of all indeed: I fear you'll weep To see him dead as well as I. Pis. No more, Go forward. Am. I have done, pray be not angry, That still I wish you well, may Heaven divert All harms that threaten you: I hope there is no sin in this; Indeed I cannot choose but pray for you, This might have been my Wedding-day. Ori. Good Heaven! I would it were; my heart can tell, I take No Joy in being his Bride. I will resign my Place, and wait on you▪ If you will marry him. Am. Pray do not mock me. Ori. Dear Amidea, do not think I mock Your Sorrows; by these Tears, that are not worn By every Virgin on her Wedding-day; I am compelled to give away myself: Your Heart were promised, but he ne'er had mine▪ Am not I wretched too? Enter Sciarrha, Lorenzo, aloof with a Guard. Alon. Sciarrha! then I prophesy— Sci. Pisano, where's Pisano? Pis. Here, Sciarrha. I should have answered with less Clamour. Sci. But I would not lose my Voice, I must be heard▪ And I must tell you, 'tis not safe to marry. Pis. Why▪ Sci. 'Twill be fatal; Hymen is gone abroad, And Venus, Lady of your Nativity, Is found by wise Astrologers this day I'th' House of Death. Pis. This must not fright me, Sir; set forward. Sci. One cold Word, you are a Villain; I do not flatter. Pis. I am patiented: This day I consecrate to Love, not Anger; We'll meet some other time. Sci. Deride my Fury? Then to thy Heart I send my own revenge And Amidea's. Stabs him with a Poniard. Pis. I am murdered. Mor. Help, murder Gentlemen, Oh my Unhappiness! Enter Lorenzo with a Guard. Pis. Bloody Sciarrha. Lo. Hold. Sci. Come all at once, Yet let me tell you, my Revenge is perfect, And I would spare your Blood, if you despise My Charity— Lo. No Man attempt his Death; I'll give you Reasons; this Attempt deserves An exemplary Justice. Enter Cosmo. Sci. I am above Your politic reach, and glory in the wound That punished our Dishonour: Is he dead? I would not be so miserable, not to ha' sped him For the Empire. Cos. Oh my Friend, poor Oriana. Lo. Disarm him: Return and comfort one another; some Exeunt all but Lorenzo, Sciar. and Guards. Remove Pisano's Body, while I make it My care Sciarrha scape not. Sci. None of all give me a scratch? Lo. You have forced him with discretion. Sci. Now what must I expect? Lo. You are my Prisoner. Sci. I am so. Lo. And be confident to find that favour. Sci. Favour. Lo. Be at distance, My Lord, I am sorry for your great Misfortune, And if you can but study how I may Assist you, you shall soon discern my love, My readiness to serve you. Sci. Ha', this is honest. Lo. I will impose no more Restraint than your own House; you're Honourable: You have many severe Enemies: The Duke Looked graciously upon Pisano, but— Sci. You sha'not lose the smallest beam of favour, To buy a Man so desperate; I am armed to die, and give Example of that Fortitude Shall shame the Law's Severity. Lo. I ha' thought a way To recover you, if you incline to't. Dare you consent? Sci. To any thing that's noble, Although I never feared to suffer; I Am not so foolish to despise a Life. Lo. There is no difficulty attends it; listen, The time will not permit much circumstance: The Duke you know did love your Sister. Sci. Viciously. Lo. Her Virtue did but cool him for the present▪ As sprinklings on a flame, he's now more passionate To enjoy her. Sci. Ha'▪ Lo. If she consent to meet His soft embrace, with his first kiss he seals Your Pardon. The Duke may be so taken With her Return to his Delight, who knows But he may marry her, and discharge his Duchess With a acquaint Salad: You do apprehend me. Sci. And repent more I had one good thought of thee, Than had I killed a Thousand: Save my life And prostitute my Sister, though I have No Weapon, I will look thee dead, or breathe A damp shall stifle thee. Lo. I ha' done, And praise your Heathen Resolution Of Death; go practice Immortality, And e'er thy Body hath three Days inhabited A melancholy Chamber in the Earth, This Sister shall be ravished, Maugre thy Dust and Heraldry. Sci. Ha', ravished? When I am dead, was't not so? Oh my Soul, I feel it weep within me, and the Tears Soften my Flesh: Lorenzo, I repent my Fury. Lo. I advised you the best way my Wisdom could direct. Sci. I thank you for't: You have awaked my Reason; I am ashamed I was no sooner sensible. Does the Duke Affect my Sister still, say you? Lo. Most passionately. Sci. She shall obey him then, upon my Life: That's it, my Life; I know she loves me dearly. I shall have much ado to win her to it, But she shall come, I'll send her. Lo. Perform this. Sci. I won't only send her, but prepared Not to be disobedient to his Highness: He shall command her any thing. Lo. Do this, And be for ever happy; when these have Only for form but waited on you home: This disingages 'em. Sci. My humblest Service To the Duke, I pray; and tell him, Amidea This Night shall be at his Dispose, by this. Lo. I'm confident, farewell; attend Sciarrha. Sci. Pity the Seaman▪ that to avoid a shelf, Must strike upon a Rock to save himself. Exeunt. ACTUS Quintus. Enter Sciarrha, and Amidea. Sci. THe doors are fast, Enough is wept already for Pisano: There's something else that must be thought on, and Of greater consequence: I am yet unsafe, That for thy sake am guilty of his blood. Am. Though all my stock of tears were spent already▪ Upon Pisano's loss, Yet the remembrance that you have made A forfeit of your dear life, Is able to create a weeping spring Within my barren head: Oh, my lost Brother! Thou hast a cruel Destiny, my Eyes, In pity of thy Fate, desire to drown thee. The Law will only seek thee upon Land▪ Hid in my tears, thou shalt prevent the stroke Kills both our Name, and thee. Sci. I know thou lov'st me, Poor Girl, I shall desire to cherish life, If thou lament me thus; so rich a comfort Will tempt me, wish I might delay my journey To Heaven. Am. Good Heaven, that we might go together. Sci. That must not be. Am. Then let me go before. Sci. How? Am. Make my suit unto the Prince, my blood May be your ransom; let me die, Sciarrha. Sci. How my Honour blushes To hear thee, Amidea? Suffer for me! why▪ thou art innocent: I have provoked the Punishment, and dare Obey it manly; if thou couldst redeem me With any thing but death, I think I should Consent to live. Am. Nothing can be too precious To save a Brother, such a loving Brother As you have been. Sci. Death's a devouring Gamester, And sweeps up all; what thinkest thou of an Eye? Couldst thou spare one, and think the blemish recompensed, To see me safe with t'other; or a hand, This white hand, that hath so often With admiration trembled on the Lute▪ Till we have prayed thee leave the strings a while, And laid our ears close to thy Ivory fingers, Suspecting all the Harmony proceeded From their own motion, without the need Of any dull or passive Instrument. No, Amidea, thou shalt not bear one scar To buy my life; the Sickle shall not touch A Flower that grows so fair upon his stalk: I would live, and own my Life to thee, So 'twere not bought too dear. Am. Do you believe I should not find The way to Heaven? Were both mine Eyes thy Ransom, I shall climb up those high and rugged Cliffs Without a hand. Sci. One way there is, if thou Dost love with that tenderness. Am. Pronounce it, And let no danger that attends, incline you To make a pause. Sci. The Duke thou knowst did love thee. Am. Ha! Sci. Nay, do not start already, nor mistake me; I do not, as before, make trial of thee, Whether thou canst, laying aside thy Honour, Meet his lascivious arms; but by this Virtue I must beseech thee to forgo it all, And turn a sinful Woman. Am. Bless me! Sci. I know the Kingdoms of the World contain not Riches enough to tempt thee to a fall That will so much undo thee; but I am Thy Brother, dying Brother; if thou lov'st Him therefore, that for thee hath done so much; Died his pale hands in blood to revenge thee, And in that Murder wounded his own Soul Almost to death, consent to lose thy innocence▪ Am. Oh! never, never▪ Sci. What, not to save my Life? Am. But slain myself for ever▪ Sci. Where? In thy face, who shall behold one blemish, Or one spot more in thy whole frame? Thy Beauty Will be the very same, thy Speech, thy Person Wear no deformity. Am. Oh! do not speak So like a Rebel to all Modesty, To all Religion. If these Arguments Spring from your jealousy, that I am fallen, After a Proof you did so late applaud— Sci. I had not killed Pisano then: Then I but tried thy Virtue: Now my Condition calls for mercy to thee, Though to thyself thou appear cruel for't: Come, We may live both; if you please. Am. Who has made you afraid to die? I pity you, And wish myself in any Noble Cause Your Leader. Sci. So Valiant, I will not interpose another Syllable To entreat your pity; say your Prayers, and then Thou'rt ripe to be Translated from the Earth, To make a Cherubin. Am. What means my Brother? Sci. To kill you. Am. Do not fright me, good Sciarrha. Sci. And I allow three minutes for your Devotion. Am. Will you murder me? Sci. D'ye tremble? Am. Not at the terror of your Sword, But at the horror will affright thy Soul For this black deed? I see Pisano's blood Is texted in thy forehead, and thy hands Retain too many, too many Crimson Spots already; Make not thyself, by murdering of thy Sister, All a Red Letter. Sci: You shall be the Martyr. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is there no Remedy but Death, Sci 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 then keep your word, and let me Am Yet 〈…〉 Sci. I shall relent. And from your hand 〈…〉 Am. Forgive me Heaven, and witness I have still Knelt My Virgin Thoughts, 'tis not to save my 〈◊〉 But his Eternal one. Sciarrha give me leave to veil my Face, Rises. I dare not look upon you and pronounce, I am too much a Sister, live, hereafter I know you will condemn my frailty for it. I will obey the Duke. Sci. Darest thou consent. [Wounds her. [She unvails. Am. Oh! let me see the Wound. 'Tis well, if any other hand had done it: Some Angel tell my Brother now, I did But seem consenting. Sci. Ha', but seem? Am. You may believe my last breath. Sci. Why didst thou say so? Am. To gain sometime, in hope you might call in Your bloody purpose, and prevent the guilt Of being my Murderer; but Heaven forgive thee. Sci. Again, again, forgive me, Amidea, And pray for me; live but a little longer To hear me speak, Lorenzo has My Oath to send thee to his Bed: For otherwise In my denial, Hell and they decree, When I am dead, to Ravish thee: Mark that, To Ravish thee: And I confess in Tears, I did resolve, when I had found thee ripe, And nearest Heaven, with all thy best desires To send thee to thy Peace. Am. With the same heart I beg Heaven for myself, farewell. Sci. Thou shalt not die yet, Amidea, Sister. Florio knocks. I cannot come: But one word more: Oh! which way went thy Soul? Florio breaks open the door. Sci. Look, here's our Sister! so, so, chase her: She may return; there is some Motion. Flo. Sister? Sci. Here's Florio would fain take his leave; so, so, she comes. Flo. Amidea, how came this Wound? Am. I drew the Weapon to it: Heaven knows, my Brother loved me: Now I hope The Duke won't pursue me with new Flames. Sciarrha, tell the rest, love one another The time you live together: I'll pray for you In Heaven, farewel, kiss me when I am dead; You else will stay my Journey. She dies. Sci. Didst not hear An Angel call her? Floria, I have much To tell thee, take her up: She is not dead, Let her alone; nay then she's gone indeed. But hereabouts her Soul must hover still: Let's speak to that fair Spirit. Flo. You talk idly. Sci. Do you talk wisely then? An excellent Pattern As she now stands for her own Alabaster. Cannot thy Tears and mine preserve her, Florio? But we lose time, I charge thee by thy love To this pale Relic, be instructed by me, Not to thy danger; some revenge must be, And I am lost already; if thou fall, Who shall survive to give us Funeral? [Exeunt. Enter Lorenzo and Petruchio. Lo. Petruchio? Pe. My Lord. Lo. thou'rt now my Servant. Pe. I ever was in heart your humblest Vassal. Lo. thou'rt faithful, I must cherish thy desert, I shortly shall reward it, very shortly; Next morning must salute me Duke; the Sun And I must rise together. Pe. I shall pray Your Glory may outshine him in your Florence, And when he sets, we may enjoy your Sunbeam. Lo. 'Tis handsome flattery, and becomes a Courtier. Pe. I flatter not, my Lord. Lo. Then thou'rt a Fool: No Music to a Great Man Chimes so sweetly: And Men must thrive; come hither, How many Hast thou killed▪ Pe. But one, my Lord. Lo. But one? Pe. And I must owe My Life to your Lordship, I had been hanged else. Lo. But one? wait at the Door, he is Not fit to kill a Duke, whose Hand is guilty But of a single Murder; or at least Not fit alone to act it: I ha' been Practised already, and though no Man see't, Nor scace the Eye of Heaven, yet every day I kill a Prince; appear thou Tragic Witness. [He discovers the Duke's Picture, a Poniard sticking in it. Which though it bleed not, I may boast a Murder. Here first the Duke was painted to the Life: But with this Pencil to the Death: I love My Brain for the Invention, and thus Confirmed, dare trust my Resolution. I did suspect his Youth, and Beauty might Win some Compassion when I came to kill him: Or the Remembrance that he is my Kinsman, Might thrill my Blood: Or something in his Title, Might give my Hand Repulse, and startle Nature: But thus I have armed myself against all pity, That when I come to strike, my Poniard may Through all his Charms as confidently wound him, As thus I stab his Picture, and stare on it. He smiles, he smiles upon me: I will dig Thy wanton Eyes out, and supply the dark And hollow Cells with two pitch burning Tapers: Then place thee Porter in some Charnel House, To light the Coffins in. Enter Petruchio. Pet. My Lord. Lor. The Duke's not come already. Pet. Signior Florio desires to speak with you. Lor. This must retire again into my Closet: Admit him. Enter Florio. Welcome, how does Sciarrha? Flo. He commends His Service to your Lordship, and hath sent— Lor. His Sister? Flo. Much ado he had to effect it: He hopes his Grace will quickly sign his Pardon. Lor. It shall be done. Flo. I have a suit, my Lord. Lor. To me? Flo. My Sister would entreat your Honour She may be admitted privately, and that I may have Privilege to prepare her Chamber: She does retain some modesty, and would not Trust every Servant with her Shame: Their Eyes Are apt to instruct their Tongues. Lor. I won't see her myself, command what you desire. Flo. You're gracious. Lor. I'll give directions instantly: Poor Lady, This is the Duke's hot Blood, but Heaven convert him: Fellow me, good Florio. Flo. I attend, my Lord. Lor. Things shall be carried honourably▪ Flo. We are all bound to you. Exeunt. Recorders. [Amidea discovered in a Bed, prepared by two Gentlewomen. 1. This is a sad Employment. 2. The last we e'er shall do my Lady. Enter Florio. Flo. So, now you may return, it will become Your modest Duties, not to inquire the Reason▪ Of this strange service, nor to publish what been commanded; let me look upon Ex. Gentlewomen. My Sister now, still she retains her Beauty. Death has been kind to leave her all this sweetness. Thus in a Morning have I oft saluted My Sister in her Chamber, sat upon Her Bed, and talked of many harmless passages; But now 'tis night, and a long night with her, I ne'er shall see these Curtains drawn again, Until we meet in Heaven. The Duke already▪ Enter Duke and Lorenzo. Du. May I believe? Lo. Trust me, my Lord, hereafter▪ Du. Call me no more thy Lord, but thy Companion, I will not wear that Honour in my Title, Shall not be thine. Who's that? Lo. Her Brother Florio. Du. She is a Bed▪ Lo. The readier for your pastime. She means to make a Night on't. Flo. This shall declare thee to Posterity The best of Sisters— What of that? and is not▪ A Brother's Life▪ more precious than a Trifle? I prithee do not sigh▪ How many Ladies Would be ambitious of thy place to night, And thank his Highness? Yes, and Virgins too. Du. He pleads for me. Lo. He will deserve some Office 'bout your Person. Du. With what words shall I express my joy? Lo. I leave you, Sir, to action. Florio is soon dismissed. Exit. Flo. He's come, good night— Du. Florio? Flo. Your Slave. Du. My Friend, thou shalt be near our bosom. Flo. Pleasure's Crown your expectation. Exit. Du. All perfect, till this minute, I could never Boast I was happy: All this World has not. A Blessing to exchange; this World! 'tis Heaven, And thus I take Possession of my Saint: A sleep already? 'Twere great pity to Disturb her Dream; yet if her Soul be not Tired with the body's weight, it must convey Into her Slumbers, I wait here, and thus Seal my Devotion— What Winter dwells Kisses. Upon this Lip? 'Twas no warm kiss. I'll try Again— the Snow is not so cold, I have Drank Ice, and felt a numbness spread through My blood at once— ha'! Let me examine A little better; Amidea! she is dead, she is dead! What horror doth invade me? Help, Lorenzo; Murder, where is Lorenzo? Enter Lorenzo, and Petruchio. Lo. Here, my Lord. Du. Some Traitor hid within the Chamber, see My Amidea's dead. Lo. Dead? 'Tis impossible; Yet sh'as a wound upon her breast. Du. I prithee kill me. They wound him▪ Lo. With all my heart. Du. Ha! wilt thou murder me, Lorenzo, Villain? Oh, spare me to consider; I would live A little longer; Treason. Lo. A little longer, say ye? It was my duty to obey you, Sir. Pet. Let's make him sure, my Lord. Du. Oh spare me, I may live and pardon thee: Thy Prince begs mercy from thee, that did never Deny thee any thing; pity my poor Soul, I have not prayed. Lo. I could have wished you better prepared, But let your Soul even take his chance. Wounds him again▪ Du. No tear prevail? Oh, whither must I wander? Thus Caesar fell by Brutus. I shall tell News to the World I go to, will not be Believed, Lorenzo killed me. I'll presently put in security. Lo. Will it not? Du. I am coming, Amidea, I am coming: For thee, inhuman Murderer, expect My blood shall fly to Heaven, and there inflamed, Hang a prodigious Meteor all thy life. Oh I faint! Thou flattering World farewell: Let Princes gathe My dust into a Glass, and learn to spend Their hour of State, that's all they have; for when That's out, Time never turns the Glass again. Dies. Lo. So, lay him beside his Mistress. The Duke dismissed the Train came with him? Pe. He did, my Lord. Lo. Run to Sciarrha, pray him come, and speak wi' me; Secure his passage to this Chamber, haste. Exit Pet. He's dead, I'll trust him now, and his Ghost too: Fools start at shadows, I'm in love with night, And her Complexion. Enter Pet. Pe. My Lord, he's come without your Summons. Lo. Already? leave us. Enter Sciarrha, and Florio. Welcome, let embraces Chain us together▪ Noble Florio welcome: But I must honour thy Great Soul. Sci. Where's the Duke? Lo. They are a Bed together. Sci. Ha! Lo. He's not stirring yet: Thou killed'st thy Sister, didst not? Sci. I preserved her. Lo. So, it was bravely done. Sci. But where's the wanton Duke? Lo. Asleep, I tell you. Sci. And he shall sleep eternally. Lor. You cannot wake him, look you. Sci. Is he dead? Lo▪ And in his Death we two begin our Life Of Greatness, and of Empire, nay, he's dead. Sci. That labour's saved. Lo. Now I pronounce, Sciarrha, Thy Pardon, and to recompense thy loss. The share of Florence, I'll but wear the Title, The Power we'll divide. Sci. I like this well: You told a Tale once of a Commonwealth, and Liberty. Lo. It was to gain a Faction With discontented Persons, a fine Trick To make a Buzz of Reformation. My ends are compassed, Damn the Ribble Rabble. Sci. Shall we Sweat for the People? Lose our Breath To get them fame? Lo. I'll have it given out The Duke did kill thy Sister. Sci. Excellent. Lo. Having first ravished her, he cannot be Too hateful; it will dull the Examination Of his own Death; or if that come to question— Sci. What if I say, I killed him in Revenge Of Amidea? They will pity me. Beside, 'twill be in your power to pardon Me altogether. Lo. Most discreetly thought on. Sci. The Devil won't leave us o'the sudden. Lo. Rare wit: How hastily he climbs the Precipice, From whence one Fillip topples him to ruin: We two shall live like Brothers. Sci. Stay, we two— now I consider better, I have no mind to live at all— and you sha'not, I'll give you proof; if you but make a noise, You gallop to the Devil. Lo. I'm betrayed. Sci. To Death inevitable. Brother be you Spectator only. Lo. This is somewhat Noble. Sci. Thank me, not Lorenzo, I'll not engage His Innocence to blood, thy hands are white, Preserve 'em, Florio; and unless my arm Grow feeble, do not interpose thy Sword I charge thee. Lo. None to assist me? help, Petruchio, help. Petr. Murder, Murder! They fight, Enter Petruchio, who offering to run at Sciarrha, is intercepted by Florio, Petruchio, runs in crying help, Florio makes fast the door. Lo. Reach thy jaws wider, Villain, cry out Murder, Treason, any thing; hold— Oh. Lo. falls. Sci. Will you not fall, Colossus? Flo. Are not you hurt? Sci. I know not, ha'? Yes, he has pricked me somewhere, But I'll make sure of him▪ now must I follow: I'll fight with him i'th' t'other World— thy hand, Florio. Farewell. Dyes, Flo. He's dead too, 'tis in vain for me to fly▪ Within. Break open the doors. Flo. You shan't need. Enter Pretruchio, Cosmo, Allonso, Frederico, with Guard. Al. Disarm him. Cos. Lorenzo, and Sciarrha Slain? Al. Where is the Duke? Pet. Look here, my Lords. Al. What, Traitor? Fre. See Amidea murdered too. Cos. I tremble, here is a heap of Tragedies. Al. We must have an account from Florio. Flo. He can inform you best that brought you hither. Al. Lay hands upon Petruchio, disarm him. Cos. What blood is that upon his Sword? 'tis fresh▪ Pet. I'm caught. Cos. To Tortures with him. Pet. Spare your fury, know 'Twas the best blood in Florence, I must quit Young Florio; Lorenzo, and myself, Are only guilty of the Prince's Death▪ Al. Inhuman Traitors. Cos. But who killed Amidea? Flo. The Duke's Lust: There was no other way to save her Honour. My Brother has revenged it here, but Fate Denied him Triumph. Al. I never heard Such kill Stories, but 'tis meet▪ we first Settle the State; Cosmo, you are the next Of Blood, to Challenge Florence. Cos. Pray defer That till the Morning, drag that Murderer To Prison; Florio, you must not expect Your Liberty, till all things be examined. Lorenzo, now I am above thy malice, And will make satisfaction to Oriana. 'Tis a sad Night, my Lords, by these you see There is no stay in proud Mortality. Exeunt. FINIS.