THE SISTERS, A comedy, AS It was acted at the private House IN BLACK friars,  
WRITTEN By JAMES SHIRLEY.  
Never Printed before.  
LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Robinson at the Three Pigeons, and Humphrey Moseley at the Prince's Arms in St. Paul's Churchyard. 1652.   

To the most worthily Honoured William Paulet Esquire.  
SIR,  
COmpositions of this nature, have heretofore been graced by the acceptance, and protection of the greatest Nobility (I may say Princes) but in this age, when the Scene of dramatic Poetry is changed into a wilderness, it is hard to find a patron to a legitimate muse. Many that were wont to encourage Poems, are fallen beneath the proverbial want of the composers, and by their ruins are only at leisure to take measure with their eye, of what they have been. Some extinguished with their fortune, have this happiness, to be out of capacity of further shipwreck, while their sad remains peep out of the sea, and may serve naked marks, and caution to other Navigators, Malignant stars the while! In this unequal condition of the time, give me leave to congratulate my own felicity, that hath directed this Comedy unto you, who wear your nobleness with more security, than titles, and a name that continues bright and impassable among the constellations in our Sphere of English honour. I dare not detain you, Sir, with too long a Preface; if you please to entertain these Papers, as the modest tender of my service, I shall receive it as a most kind influence upon me; and you will engage to all your commands, the humble heart of  
Sir, Your faithful Honourer, JA. SHIRLEY.   

Prologue at the Blackfriars.  

DOes this look like a Term? I cannot tell,  
Our Poet thinks the whole Town is not well,  
Has took some Physic lately, and for fear  
Of catching cold dares not salute this Air.  
But there's another reason, I hear say  
London is gone to York, 'tis a great way;  
Pox o'the Proverb, and of him say I,  
That looked o'er Lincoln, cause that was, must we  
Be now translated North? I could rail to  
On gammer shipton's Ghost, but 't wo' not do,  
The Town will still be flecking, and a Play  
Though ne'er so new, will starve the second day:  
Upon these very hard conditions,  
Our Poet will not purchase many Towns;  
And if you leave us too, we cannot thrive,  
I'll promise neither Play nor Poet live  
Till ye come back, think what you do, you see  
What audience we have, what Company  
"To Shakespeare comes, whose mirth did once beguile  
" Dull hours, and buskined, made even sorrow smile,  
"So lovely were the wounds, that men would say  
" They could endure the bleeding a whole day:  
He has but few friends lately, think o''at,  
he'll come no more, and others have his fate.  
"Fletcher the muse's darling, and choice love  
" Of Phoebus, the delight of every Grove;  
"Upon whose head the Laurel grew, whose wit  
" Was the Times wonder, and example yet,  
'Tis within memory, Trees did not throng,  
As once the Story said to Orpheus' song.  
"Johnson, t' whose name, wise Art did bow, and Wit  
" Is only justified by honouring it:  
"To hear whose touch, how would the learned Choir  
" With silence stoop? and when he took his Lyre,  
"Apollo dropped his Lute, ashamed to see  
" A Rival to the God of Harmony.  
You do forsake him too, we must deplore  
This fate, for we do know it by our door.  
How must this Author fear then, with his guilt  
Of weakness to thrive here, where late was spilled  
The Muses own blood, if being but a few,  
You not conspire, and meet more frequent too?  
There are not now nine Muses, and you may  
Be kind to ours, if not, he bade me say,  
Though while you careless kill the rest, and laugh,  
Yet he may live to write your Epitaph.    

Persons.  

FArnese, Prince of Parma.  
Contarini, a Noble man.  
Antonio, Uncle to the Sisters.  
Frapolo, the chief Bandit.  
Longino Bandits.  
Strozzo Bandits.  
Rangino Bandits.  
Pachequo Bandits.  
Lucio, Paulina's Steward.  
Giovanni Servants to Paulina.  
Stephanio Servants to Paulina.  
Fabio.  
Piperollo, Son to Fabio.  
Countrymen.  
Citizens.  
Petitioners.  
A Scholar.  
Pulcheria disguised, and under the name of Vergeria  
Paulina Sisters.  
Angellina Sisters.  
Morulla, Wife to Fabio.  
Gentlewomen.   
Scene Parma.   

THE SISTERS.  

ACT I.  Enter Frapolo, Longino, Pacheco, Rangone, Strozzo, and other Banditi. Lon. 
I Like not this last Proclamation.  Ra. 
Nor I.  St. 
It startled me to read it.  Fr. 
Did you read? 'tis a fault Strozzo a fault  
I'll have no thief hereafter learn to read;  
Threaten us with long winded Proclamations?  
We are safe within our Woods, and Territories,  
And are above his Edicts; Have not we  
A Commonwealth among ourselves, ye Tripolites?  
A Commonwealth? a Kingdom; and I am  
The Prince of Qui-Vala's, your Sovereign thief,  
And you are all my Subjects.  Lo. 
We are—  Fr. 
And is there one so base to change Complexion,  
Because we are proscribed? I'll be no Prince.  
I have a grudging on me to be honest,  
And leave you to the fear of hemp, and hunger;  
Have I by stratagems so oft preserved you,  
When you were howling out your lives, and lead  
A way in Dog-couples by rusty Officers?  
And are you struck dead with a Paper pellet?  
Your blood turned whey, because there is reward  
Promised to bring our heads in? I renounce you—  
Land Rats—  Pa. 
Most excellent Frapolo, they recant;  
A little humane frailty may be pardoned.  Fr. 
Shall thieves, whose predecessors have been Kings,  
And conquered worlds, be factious, and schismatical?  
I speak not for myself, but your own sakes,  
Whose Impudence, and art in valiant theft,  
Hereafter, may advance you to be Princes.  Lo. 
You have confirmed us.  Fr. 
You were best be rogues, and one betray another,  
To get the base reward; do, lose your honour,  
Live branded, and be pointed at i'th' street,  
There goes a Rascal that betrayed his Prince,  
Or cut the throat of his Comrade, this will  
Show well i'th' Chronicles— Stand fair you varlets,  
Because we cannot tell whose heart is treacherous,  
I will examine all your Phisnomies,  
And in whose face soever I can find  
A scandalous line, or look that may beget  
Suspicion of a Man that won't die  
An honourable Rebel, and defy  
The Laws, I'll shoot him presently.  Lo. 
Hang Laws,  
And those that make'em, Conscience is a Varlet;  
Stand fair and show complexions.  Fr. 
Ye are all valiant, honest theeve landers,  
And I will be your Prince again, and die w'ee,  
As boldly, as they dare invent—  Ra. 
Hang Cowards.  Fr. 
I will not have you thieves among yourselves.  Lo. 
How's that, and please thy Excellence, not thieves?  Fr. 
Not thieves one to another; but Religious—  
There is a kind of a Religion  
We Outlaws must observe.  St. 
I never knew  
Religion yet, and 'twill be now unseasonable  
To learn.  Ra. 
I'll be of no Religion.  Fr. 
Who was so bold  
To say he would have no Religion?  
What man is he, hopes to be drunk, to whore,  
To scape the wheels, the Galleys, and the gallows  
And be of no Religion?  Lo. 
He says right.  Fr. 
Ye shall be of what Religion I please.  Pa. 
'tis fit we should, Frapolo is our Monarch.  Fr. 
And yet I must consider of some fit one  
That shall become our trade  
And constitutions; hum! Silence.  Str. 
Nay, nay Prince, take time to think on't,  
there's no haste.  Fr. 
I have thought,  
And you shall be no Pagans, Jews, nor Christians.  Lo. 
What then?  Fr. 
But every man shall be of all Religions.  Ra. 
I like that well.  Fr. 
Why should I clog your Conscience, or confine it?  
Do but obey your Prince, and I pronounce  
You shall live Grandees, till the State Fangs catch you,  
And when you come unto the Wheel, or Gibbet,  
Bid figo for the World, and go out Martyrs.  Omnes. 
A Prince, a Prince!  Fr. 
Provided, that no thief  
Makes a Confession at his Death, or peach  
His Tribe, or make a show of penitence,  
To make the Butter-women melt, and draw  
Compassion from the toothless musty rabble;  
This will exclude the benefit of that Canon  
Declares you Martyrs for the Cause.  A noise within. Exit Longino. 
Scout and discover.  Ra. 
'tis a howling voice.  Fr. 
What Cry was that?  Enter Longino. Lo. 
Of one, whose pocket has given up the Ghost,  
And with the fear his body should do so,  
He howls of'is fashion.  They put on Visards. Fr. 
Bring him to our presence.  Piperollo brought in. Pi. 
Gentlemen, 'tis very cold, I beseech you  
Do not strip my Skin off, you are not sure  
I shall go to a fire when I go out of  
This World; and yet as I am, I confess  
I shall yield very little burned.  Lo. 
Knock out his brains.  Pa. 
Pistol him.  St. 
Cut's throat.  Pi. 
Gentlemen, hear me— I am very sorry,  
I had no greater sum— but if you please  
To reprieve a poor wretch, I may do you service,  
And if you knew my inclination,  
You would not be too Cruel.  Fr. 
To what are you inclined Sirrah?  Pi. 
I have been commended for a Dexterity  
At your felonious trade; for Gentlemen,  
I have been a Pickpocket of a child, and have  
These many years been thought a pretty house-thief,  
Marry I have not yet breeding abroad  
With such deserving men, but I shall be  
Most glad to learn, and if you please t' accept  
Me to your tribe, I have Intelligence  
Where money lies hid, and very few Spirits  
To guard it.  Fr. 
Be confident, and be covered.  Lo. 
Let him be one of us.  Fr. 
Be brief, where is this treasure?  Pi. 
I have an old Father, and Mother, Gentlemen,  
Please you bestow a visit upon them;  
They have some Goldfinches, having new sold  
A piece of Land, was given 'em by the rich  
Vincenzo, Father to the famous, proud  
Paulina, now his heir.  Lo. 
The glorious Daughter  
Of old Vincenzo? she's a Semiramis.  Pi. 
The very same; if you would visit her,  
I am acquainted with the house.  Fr. 
we'll take a time to think on her; to th'point.  
What ready money has your Father Sirrah?  Pi. 
'tis but two days ago since he received  
Six hundred Pistolets, I can direct  
To a Cedar Chest, where the fine sum lies dormant.  St. 
What Servants has your Father?  Pi. 
Alas none, they are miserable Hinds,  
And make me all the drudge, you need not fear  
The Court-du-Guard; if you please let me go  
An honest thieves part, and furnish me  
With a devil's complexion, to hide my own,  
I will conduct you.  Fr. 
A very honest fellow!  Pi. 
I do not love to be ingrateful where  
I'm kindly used, my heart is honest.  Fr. 
Is he thy own Father?  Pi. 
My own Father and Mother Sir, the cause  
Would not be so natural else, and meritorious.  Fr. 
A precious rogue, fit him instantly  
With a disguise, and let him have that face  
The Devil wore in the last antimasque.  Pi. 
It cannot be too ugly Sir to fright 'em.  Fr. 
But if he fail in any Circumstance—  Pi. 
'Tis not far off, I know the nearest way.  Fr. 
Or give the least suspicion to betray you,  
Be sure you cut his throat.  Lo. 
We shall.  Pi. 
I thank You Sir, d''ee think I'll be a Traitor?  Lo. 
Come first along with us.  Exeunt. Fr. 
You heard this fellow name the proud Paulina,  
Her Chests are worth the rifling.  Pa. 
The Castle is impregnable she lives in.  Fr. 
Was that spoke like an understanding thief,  
A true Bandit? How I do blush for thee?  
Was not the Orchard of Hesperides  
Watched by a fierce, and flaming Dragon, robbed?  
Shall we despair to reach her golden Apples?  
we'll make discovery of the place, and persons,  
Put it to Fate, let Stars do what they please;  
Mercury is a Stronger thief than Hercules.  Exeunt. Enter Giovanni Stephanio. Gio. 
What a brave time have we had, since our  
Old Master died?  St. 
Though he were a gallant man, his Daughter  
Makes his Memory burn dim, and (compared  
To her) he lived but like a Hermit in a Cell,  
She is all Magnificent, a Berenice,  
Every hair of her head worth stellyfying.  Gio. 
But my Lady, for so we must call her,  
May be of kin to Lucifer for pride;  
How many brave Gentlemen hath she despised,  
When once their blister of Love broke out,  
And they made offer of Marriage?  Enter Antonio, Angellina. Ste. 
Here is her Sister Angellina a virgin  
Of another constitution, their two natures  
As different are, as the two Poles, our Mistress  
Cannot be so Tyrannically proud  
As she is sweet, and humble.  Gio. 
That's the reason her Father left her only  
As much as would commend her to a Nunnery.  St. 
Her Uncle dotes upon her.  Gio. 
He does love her.  St. 
'tis an old blunt brave fellow; but he has  
Quite lost our gallant lady's good opinion,  
He is out of grace.  Ex. Ant. Ang. Gio. 
Because he would correct her insolence,  
Who obliged by her father to the care of  
Her governor, won't tie up his Counsel,  
Which he enforces sometimes so passionately,  
It is a sport to hear her contempt of his gravity.  Enter Paulina, Antonio. 
He has met my Lady, I see a quarrel  
In their looks already, let us withdraw  
Behind that Lobby, we may hear, and  
Laugh securely.  Exeunt. An. 
How long have you been speechless? am  
Not I your Uncle? why do you look so scurvily?  
I do not think you are a Princess yet,  
And therefore take the boldness to salute you,  
Without the Ceremony of Petitioners  
That haunt your ladyship's charity; or if  
You thought me despicable, your Sister has  
Deserved your smile.  Pa. 
It may be so—  An. 
Buffoons,  
That make an Idol of you, and can pawn  
Their Souls to flatter you, should be entertained,  
And Courted to your vanity. I blush for you;  
Will nothing bring you into sense of Honour  
Or Modesty? I ha' done.  Pa. 
It will become you;  
You do presume too much.  An. 
Presume? why, are  
Not you Paulina am not I Antonio  
Your Uncle? speak.  Pa. 
I do remember Sir,  
I called you so, while you preserved your wits,  
And may acknowledge you again, upon  
Sober Conditions, and your Senses perfect.  An. 
Sober Conditions? am I Drunk, Gipsy?  
What flesh is able to forbear. Dost hear?  
Thou hast drunk a Devil.  Pa. 
I did not see him in my Cup.  An. 
And he has swollen thee to this monstrous pride,  
More than thy Sex beside; if thou goest on  
At this rate, thou wilt make Lucifer an Ape,  
He must be thy Disciple.  Pa. 
The Old thing raves.  An. 
Thing? what thing? thank heaven thou  
Art a woman; I would beat thee into a poultice—  
When didst thou say thy prayers?  Pa. 
You know I keep a Chaplain.  An. 
Thy Soul wants desperate lancing;  
there's an eternal Ulcer in thy heart,  
Te Witches cannot suck it dry, there is  
A bath of Poison in thee.  Pa. 
I shall pity him;  
A Posset, and to bed with him, his head  
Does want the benefit of sleep; how wild  
The good man looks?  An. 
Thou art—  Pa. 
The Mistress of this Castle as I take it,  
Without your Legacy.  An. 
I could rail upon the dead for't; dost thou not fear  
Thy Father's ghost should haunt thee?  Pa. 
I never think upon him, and it was  
His providence to leave me an estate,  
To keep me from those Melancholy fancies,  
And I will have you my capricious Uncle  
Know, in the Circle of these my Dominions,  
I will have no Competitor.  An. 
Dominions?  
Was ever such an insolence? are not you  
some Queen concealed?  Pa. 
I am Independent, and sole regent here.  An. 
So so,  
Where's your Nobility? they are to blame  
Not to attend—  Pa. 
Who waits?  Enter Giovanni, Stephanio. An. 
But they do want white Staves, this is  
Not State enough.  Pa. 
It shall be mended, let them be remembered.  An. 
She's in earnest— and  
If I were worthy to advise you Madam,  
Your grace should be a little more reserved,  
And entertain none that did treat of Marriage  
To your private conference, until they had  
In public received audience like Ambassadors.  Pa. 
I like the Counsel well, it shall be so,  
The next that comes shall find it my good Uncle.  An. 
She's incorrigible.  
What if you commanded those that do attend  
Your person to observe you on their knees  
Sometimes, they must be humble to your highness;  
I can forget my grey hairs, name, and blood,  
And teach your servant's duty.  Pa. 
The example  
Will edify the household, and you may,  
By fair degrees rise to our Princely favour.  Enter Lucio. Lu. 
Madam, the Lord Contarini is arrived  
The Castle.  Pa. 
He comes a-wooing to me, let it be  
Your Office reverend Uncle to acquaint him,  
Our pleasure is to give him Audience  
ToMorrow in full State, until when Uncle,  
Make it your care his entertainment be  
Such as becomes the greatness of his blood,  
And one, on whom the Prince, we know, bestows  
His special grace.  An. 
D''ee hear sweet Niece? be not you transport  
This is no dream, the man is no mock-lord.  Pa. 
I'll be a Princess here, as you directed,  
If he can humble himself to Ceremony,  
Promise him honourable access, and freedom,  
If the Conditions please him not, he may  
Return, and leave our Court.  Exeunt An. 
Is this in Nature? well I'll follow her,  
And if she be not passed all shame, and senses,  
I will humble or confound her.  Ex  

ACT II.  Enter Longino, Strozzo, Binding Fabio, and Morulla. Mo. 
AH sweet Gentlemen, we are very poor,  
And have a great Charge.  Str. 
We do come to ease you of your charge.  Fa. 
Pity my age.  St. 
You must then pity our youth.  Enter Piperollo vizarded with three bags. Pi. 
Here, share and share like.  Mo. 
Alas we are undone.  St. 
What shall we do with them?  Pi. 
If you have bound her hands and feet, you  
May try whether she be a Witch or no, there's  
A Pond in the backside, if she swim, so—  
For him?  Fa. 
Have some compassion, 'tis our whole estate.  Lo. 
You have a Son, a pious child we hear.  St. 
He will not let you want.  Mo. 
Alas poor boy, he little thinks what we  
with care and providence laid up for him  
should thus be lost. O pity Gentlemen.  Pi. 
boo— Let's away.  St. 
I begin to find a kind of a compunction,  
let us be charitable thieves for once—  Lo. 
And return half,  
what say you?  Pi. 
Not a gazet, you're not such foolish thieves;  
part with present money? part with my life first.  St. 
Not to your Parents?  Pi. 
We use them well, because we do not carry  
Their Cows away; there they have Cheese, and Butter,  
Bread comes by nature, and they both can glean,  
There's water in the Well too; not a penny—  
If you will be so charitable, defalk  
From your own shares, mine is a just thieves part;  
I look for thanks, distribute your own alms;  
These things must be employed to better uses.  
Is a Father, and Mother considerable  
To ready money; oh! fie— boo!  St. 
Then we must overrule you.  Trips up his heels. Pi. 
Ah what do you mean?  St. 
bawl and betray yourself at your own peril.  
We will be bold with your thieves part—  
Come nearer— Look you good Woman,  
You shall not lose your thirds, say you have met  
With honest thieves; this shall suffice at present,  
Which we but borrow neither, that you may not  
Suspect our payment, you shall have security,  
This honest man bound for't, and so we leave you.  Fa. 
'tis money.  Mo. 
And left one of their fellows bound.  Fa. 
Do we not dream Wife? I dare not come near  
Him.  Mo. 
They are gone, I'll see his complexion;  
Who's this?  Fa. 
Our own Son Piperollo?  Pi. 
Pray Father give me your blessing, ah—  
Mother do not stone me to death with that  
Money bag, I am your Son.  Mo. 
My Son? I know thee not.  Pi. 
A liar, you know Mother, is worse than a  
Thief; do not destroy the hopes of your Family,  
Alas, I was drawn in, and made a thief  
In my own defence, they swore to cut my throat  
Else, do you think I had so little grace—  Mo. 
Did they so? I'll try what I can do.  She draws her knife. Pi. 
Oh my quibibles! sweet Mother, remember  
You were a woman in your days, that knew  
What's what, and the true difference of things.  
I am a man yet, your forgiveness may  
Make me a true man. Libbing, and hanging  
Are no helps to posterity, I am your own  
Sweet flesh and blood— Oh.  Mo. 
Kick him out of doors.  Pi. 
I thank you, this Correction may do me good;  
Gently, ah gently; shall I not ask you blessing,  
A twelvemonth hence?  Both. 
Never.  Pi. 
I won't.  
My Mother has a deadly lift with her leg.  Fa. 
boo, you tadpole.  Exeunt. Pi. 
I shall do no good o''is trade.  
Now to my wits, this is no world to starve in.  Exit Enter Lucio, Giovanni, Stephanio, with white Staves. Lu. 
This is very fine; do not these Staves become us?  
But will my Lady be thus mad, and give  
The Lord Contarini Audience in such State?  
She takes upon her like a very Princess.  Gio. 
But is't not strange, her Uncle should thus humour her?  Ste. 
He gave her the first hint, which she pursues  
To his vexation.  Luc. 
But will my Lord stoop to this mockery?  Gio. 
He is prepared by her Uncle; 'twill be sport,  
If she but carry it with pride enough.  Gio. 
Let her alone.  St. 
And if my Lord wants confidence—  Gio. 
I think her impudence will make him blush,  
And put him out; I have seen a Counterfeit  
With such a Majesty compose himself,  
He thought himself a Prince, could frown as scornfully,  
And give his hand out to great Lords to kiss,  
With as much grace, as all the Royal blood  
Had mustered in his veins.  Lu 
Some Monarch  
Of inns a Court in England sure; but when  
His reign expires, and Christmas in the grave  
Cold as the Turkeys coffined up in crust,  
That walk like Ghosts, and glide to several Tables,  
When Instruments are hoarse with sitting up,  
When the gay triumph ceases, and the treasure  
Divided, all the Offices laid up,  
And the new clothes in Lavender, what then?  Gio. 
Why then the man that kissed his highness' hand  
o'er night, may justle him for the wall next morning,  
And have it too; if he come off with all  
His wits, the Play is paid for, and he fit  
For travel.  Enter Contarini, Antonio, Vergerio, they whisper. 
My Lady's Uncle, and the Lord Contarini.  Ver. 
My Lord Contarini expects when he  
May have the happiness to present his service  
To your great Lady.  Lu. 
We shall Sir acquaint her.  Ver. 
Your Office Sir?  Lu. 
Her Steward.  Ver. 
Yours I pray?  St. 
Mine, Treasurer.  Gio. 
Mine, Controller.  Ver. 
I kiss your hands; this may be worth my Lord  
Curiosity.  An. 
For the mirth's sake, my Lord be pleased, you may  
Do an act of Charity and restore her Senses;  
I'll wait on you again.  Exit. Con. 
Now Vergerio?  Ver. 
The expectation is increased, her Officers  
Observe the State; were your affection's earnest  
And I my Lord your Mistress, I should trust  
Her pride.  Con. 
Unless she ravish me.  Enter Antonio. An. 
She's upon entrance, her madness holds,  
Your confidence may convert her, she's my Niece  
And I am sorry for it.  Enter Paulina attended in State, Angellina, Ladies. Pa. 
Give him access.  Con. 
What Ladies that stands on her right hand?  An. 
Her younger Sister, that does vex me as much  
With her humility, as the other with  
Her impudence.  Con. 
An excellent piece, Vergerio.  Ver. 
Which my Lord?  Con. 
Madam, the glory of your time and Nation,  
Whose looks do shine with Majesty, and shoot  
A flame t' undo the admirer, O call in  
Some beams that wait upon the thrones of light,  
Or I shall fall your sacrifice, and not finish  
What my great Master gave me in charge.  Lu. 
Has the Prince a mind to her himself.  St. 
'tis not impossible.  Pa. 
Speak on my Lord.  An. 
Gipsy, she does believe the lightning of her eyes  
Will blast indeed, how scornfully she squinnies  Con. 
I come from the great Sovereign of hearts,  
Whose glorious monarchy uncircumscribed,  
Extends to all the habitable world,  
wherever land or lover stretched his arm,  
Whose sceptre's not like that of common Kings,  
But a bright golden shaft feathered with sighs,  
And headed with a flame, which finds access,  
Like subtle lightning to the most secure,  
And stubborn Cell that ever yet enclosed  
A humane thought—  Lu. 
He flies high.  Gio. 
'tis his arrow—  Pa. 
Speak this great name.  Con. 
The most immortal Prince of Love—  Gio. 
A high and mighty Prince indeed.  Lu. 
'tis not our Prince of Parma then?  Con. 
Unto your beauty Madam, that makes sweet  
The breath of Fame, in his name I am sent  
To offer up a Servant, rich with wonder,  
And humble thoughts that honour you; who can  
See those perfections and not adore  
The Divine Owner? Brightness that offends  
The innocent eye that gazes, is in you  
The cure of blindness, and the films that hang  
Upon the humble sight, fall off and vanish,  
That it may take new life and light from you.  An. 
Is she not yet ridiculous to herself?  Con. 
I can leave Cupid's Court to live with you,  
And all those bowers, where an eternal spring  
Makes every flower in love with its own beauty.  
The wind whose airy wings convey all sweetness  
That sense can entertain, I would exchange  
But to be near your breath; and think there dwells  
A harmony in your voice, above the airs  
Of all those charming Birds by love selected  
From every wood to be his choir. I fear  
I am too bold, and may be thought to wander;  
If Madam you accept my amorous vows,  
Which live yet in the weak expression  
Of him that honours you, time will produce  
A white and fortunate hour to crown our loves  
With nuptial happiness.  Pa. 
You have relation  
To the Court of Parma, your name Lord  
Contarini, you have no Message from you Master?  Con. 
Madam your same hath filled his Court, and he  
Presents by me his Princely wishes of  
Your happiness, and should he see your person,  
Like mine, his heart I fear would melt into  
A stream of Love and Admiration.  Pa. 
Sir, we accept in good part greeting from  
The Prince, but you have no commission  
To treat for him; the substance of your own  
Affair will ask our pause, we will take time  
To answer, which till you receive, you may  
Command our Court.  Exeunt Paulina, Servant Angellina stays. Ver. 
Proud folly!  Ant. 
Prodigious impudence!  Con. 
What think you Signior?  Ant. 
I am confounded, I'll to her again.  Exit Ang. 
When shall I awake?  
This sure is but a dream, the Gentleman  
Cannot so much mistake his time and Language.  Con. 
I came with Curiosity to see  
Her pride so talked of, but my heart I feel  
Is taken with an object of true sweetness.  
Is't not a lovely figure? say Vergerio.  Ver. 
If but her mind answer that fair proportion,  
My Lord she is worth love, but being Sister  
To a woman of such pride—  Con. 
I prithee leave me.  Ver. 
She is very beautiful; my Lord is taken.  Exit. Con. 
Lady, but that there's story for your births,  
I should make judgement by your modest face,  
This arrogant woman could not be your Sister.  Ang. 
Sir, if your expectation be not answered  
With her full worth, I shall beseech you name her  
With less disgrace, (our blood so near) it cannot  
Be grateful to my ear, to hear her blemishes.  Con. 
I was prepared before to meet this goodness;  
These words and looks become that innocent spring  
From whence they flow, virtue hath such an army  
About your heart, there's nothing can approach  
Ill to betray it, or proceed from you  
But warranted by honour.  An. 
I know not,  
But sure my Lord, you talk too fine a language  
For me to understand; we are far from Court,  
Where though you may speak Truth, you clothe it with  
Such trim and gay apparel, we that only  
Know her in plainness, and simplicity,  
Cannot tell how to trust our ears, or know,  
When men dissemble.  Con. 
By your own love  
To truth, you must believe me, when I say,  
Although it took beginning from this visit,  
I love no beauty but yourself.  Ang. 
You said you loved my Sister, and expressed  
Your passion in such mighty phrase and fancy  
I thought your soul had made a business on't,  
Pardon the weakness of my faith if I  
Dare not believe this change.  Con. 
Your Sister, Lady,  
I came to visit, not affect, I heard,  
And had a purpose but to try how near  
The wonder of her pride (pardon sweet Virgin)  
Came to a truth, nor did I Court her with  
The language of a meaning lover; but  
Prepared by your Uncle, meant to make her see  
Her miserable folly; I dare not  
Present such Mockeries to you; suspect not  
This hasty address; by your fair self, I love you.  Ang. 
My Lord, If I believed this, real Courtship,  
I should not entertain your honour with a  
A fruitless Expectation, but declare,  
Besides my want of fortune, beauty, birth,  
To make me worth your love, I am already  
Contracted by my Father to Religion,  
Whose will I cheerfully obey, and wait  
When my good Uncle will dispose me to  
A Nunnery.  Con. 
A Nunnery?  Ang. 
Where for  
So great an honour you pretend to me  
A most unworthy maid, I'll offer up  
My prayers, that you may choose a heart more equal  
To your own love, and greatness.  Enter Antonio, Paulina, and Servants. Con. 
Nay you must  
Not leave me so, we are interrupted, you  
May trust me fair one with a nearer Conference.  Exeunt. Pa. 
Alas poor old man.  Ant. 
The Old man before your borrowed Ladyship  
Is bold to keep his head warm, and to tell you  
You are a Puppet, take that to your title;  
Of honour.  Pa. 
So Sir, none restrain his insolence?  Ant. 
I'll make him swallow down his staff of Office  
That stirs. I ha' not done. Canst be so impudent  
To think his Lordship does not laugh at thee?  
Your eyes the thrones of light? a brace of lanterns,  
In which two snuffs of Candle close to th'socket,  
Appear like fire-drakes, and will serve to light  
A traveller into a Ditch. You Madam Majesty,  
And the glory of a Nation?  
thouart a disease to Honour, Modesty,  
A Fever in thy Father's blood, a Gangrene  
Upon his name, a Pox upon thee for't;  
there's one disease more, yet I have not done.  Pa. 
My Charity may invite, if these fits hold,  
Some close provision for you 'mong mad men;  
I do command you leave my house.  Ant. 
I won't,  
I'll fire the house; dost hear? thou wilt burn well,  
thoust Oil enough about thy face, and all  
Thy body Pitch, very combustible.  
But I'll not be damned for thee, now I think on't,  
And since no Counsel will prevail, I'll save  
myself. Before I go, give but a reason  
Why thou dost slight this gallant Lord, and squint  
As if he were Groom or Foot man.  Pa. 
I'll tell you,  
You would have the truth.  Ant. 
If thou canst speak any.  Pa. 
I do esteem myself  
More equal for his Master.  Ant. 
Who, the Prince?  Pa. 
No, the blind Prince of Love, you are wise Uncle,  
But I am out of Poetry.  Ant. 
I think I were best cut off thy head, and save  
The Laws a labour— there's no talking to her.  Pa. 
I am of your mind Uncle, you may edify  
Your charge, my younger Sister, she's not proud,  
Pray take her w'ee, she'll become the Cloister;  
Go, and be mortified together, take her,  
I am weary of her.  Ant. 
And I of thee;  
She shall be further oft too, thou'lt infect her,  
Although her foolish Father, (yet he was  
My Brother) I have not power to speak  
Well o'th' dead, gave thee his whole Estate,  
I have a fortune, dost thou hear? I have,  
And to vex thee, thy Sister shall have that,  
I'll see, and I can make her proud, I'll do't;  
She shall have Servants, Suitors, Fiddlers, Flatterers,  
Fine Clothes, and all the food that can provoke  
To glorify her sense; I have bags to spare,  
She shall not to a Nunnery to vex thee,  
I say again she shall not, we'll have humours;  
The tother Pox upon thee, and farewell.  Pa. 
I fear he's mad indeed. Let me have Music,  
This talk has made me Melancholy.  Exeunt.  

ACT III.  Enter Lucio, Piperollo. Lu. 
FOr thy Mother's sake thou shalt be entertained.  Pi. 
An under Butler would fit me rarely,  
there's none i'th' house that shall be sooner drunk,  
Nor oftener for my Lady's credit Sir.  Lu. 
Can you write?  Pi. 
And read in print Sir.  Lu. 
Art thou faithful? may a man trust thee?  Pi. 
For more than I'll speak on; trusted? I was bounded  
For two Gentlemen lately, that could not take up  
Five hundred Pistols upon other security,  
My Father and Mother knows it; I shall never  
Endure a thief for a thing that I know, alas  
You know I am a neighbour's child, my mother  
Was your good lady's nurse.  Lu. 
Do not I know thy Mother?  Pi. 
Better it may be, than I know my Father.  Lu. 
Till some Office fall i'th' house, you shall serve me,  
And ride with me, to receive my lady's Rents.  Enter Controller Giovanni. Gio. 
Mr. Steward, yonder are the rarest fellows,  
In such fantastical habits too, they call  
Themselves Mathematicians.  Lu. 
What do they come for?  Gio. 
To offer their service to my Lady, and tell fortunes.  Lu. 
Have they no chief?  Gio. 
Yes a quaint philosophical fellow, they call  
Him a Caldean, a great Scholar, they do  
Not come for money like your starched faced  
Egyptians, but carry things for the credit of  
The Mathematics honourably; my Lady hath  
Given the Caldean her Nativity, who is to consult  
With the Ephemerides, and give account how  
The Stars will dispose of her.  Pi. 
We shall know all our fortunes then.  Gio. 
The worst of his train can decipher hands,  
Tell foreheads.  Pi. 
And Noses.  Gio. 
One at the first sight did but whisper to my  
Lady's Gentlewoman, and she did so blush  
Through her Tiffany.  Pi. 
That's no great matter, I have seen one blush  
Through a Plaster of Paris.  Lu. 
How's that?  Pi. 
A kind of French painting Sir.  Gio. 
Well said Piperollo;  
I have entertained him; but my Lady.  Enter Paulina, Gentlewomen. Pa. 
The Caldean  
Pleases me, I long to hear my fortune,  
If it be good he shall have a reward  
To cherish his great Art, and worth my bounty;  
What if my Stars should frown?  
Didst bid 'em follow?  Ste. 
They are all ready Madam.  Pi. 
Musical knaves.  Enter Longino, Rancone, Pacheco, Strozzo, in quaint disguises. 

A Song.  
Beauty and the various grace,  
That adorn the sweetest faces,  
Here take their glorious throne; may be  
That is the God of Archery,  
Never aim one angry Dart,  
But soft, and gentle as your heart,  
Court it with flame, and rich perfume,  
To light, and sweeten, not consume.   Pa. 
Not the Caldean come yet? my thoughts are  
Inflamed with fierce desire to know my Destiny;  
You have skill Gentlemen; but I'll expect  
The judgement of your Master on my Fate;  
When the great man of art returns acquaint me.  Exit. Ste. 
Come my friends, let's lose no time; Sir.  Lo. 
I am for you to the extent of my Art signior.  Ra. 
If it please you, let me peruse your hand.  Lu. 
'Tis at your service.  Pi. 
Please you to examine my Palm; can you  
Tell me learned Sir, what is passed?  Pa. 
You know that already.  Pi. 
'Twill be a satisfaction to me, if you can  
Make it appear, that you know something  
In that point.  Lo. 
A Fracture in the Mercurial line, and the  
Mount of Saturn ill characted I you are  Strazzo picks 
Near a misfortune Sir.  Stephani. pocket. Ra. 
Jupiter's Mount is well formed and coloured  
A Cross conspicuous, the sun's Mount well  
Figured, and linea solis, without any intersection,  Lu. 
Your judgement upon that Sir?  Enter Antonio. An. 
More Antics yet? What Nation have we here,  
Fortune flingers!  Sir. 
You shall know yours immediately.  An. 
Her house is open for these Mountebanks,  
Cheaters, and Tumblers, that can foist and flatter  
My Lady gewgaw; Every office open,  
When Poor men that have worth and want an Alms,  
May perish ere they pass the porter's lodge;  
What are you Sir?  Str. 
One of the Mathematicians noble Signior.  An. 
Mathematicians? Mongrel,  
How durst thou take that learned name upon thee?  
You are one of those knaves that stroll the Country,  
And live by picking worms out of fools fingers.  Str. 
And something out of your trunks, my reverend Cato.  An. 
Busy the rascals are, how the rogues stink?  
I'll send your Regiment a Quartermaster.  Exit. Str. 
Now to my other gamester.  Pa. 
You have been—  Pi. 
What Sir?  Pa. 
In your ear— a thief.  Pi. 
He has a Devil; good Sir not too loud.  Pa. 
And you shall be—  Pi. 
Hanged I warrant you.  Pa. 
Let me see t'other hand.  Pi. 
Shall it scape with burning?  Ra. 
You shall be a Lord.  Lu. 
A Lord.  Ra. 
Hum, yes, a Lord infallibly.  Pa. 
You shall be a Knight Sir.  Pi. 
Of the thieves Order, and wear my rich  
Collar of hemp; is't not so?  Pa. 
An honourable Knight, upon my word.  Lu. 
A Lord— Pray give your opinion.  To Longino. Lo. 
Your hand— you shall be a right worshipful—  Lu. 
One of your tribe told me I should be a Lord.  Str. 
And shall be used accordingly, Lords are transitory.  Strozzo picks Lucio's pocket. Lo. 
Let me see t'other hand. I marry Sir, this line  
Clears the doubt, and marks you right  
Honourable, which makes up the t'other half  
Of your fortune Signior, these two parallel lines  
From the dexter angle to be the Mount of Sol,  
Has made all plain, you must be a Lord.  Pi. 
He has given you a very good reason Sir,  
A man can have but half his fortune in one  
Hand, and two right worshipfuls makes up  
One right honourable; these are rare fellows,  
I am predestinate to be a Knight,  
The Stars may do their pleasure, I obey.  
This should be the Caldean.  Enter Frapolo, Castruchio he whispers to the rest. Fr. 
I have narrowly observed the Castle, and  
Where the treasure lies, I know my Lady  
In honour will entertain us this night, and  
When they are asleep we'll take our opportunity  
To rifle her Exchequer, boys, mean time  
Let me alone to humour her proud Nature;  
I will so claw her ambition.  Lu. 
In the interim, I'll put a question to  
His Astrology. Sir, If you please till my Lady  
Return to satisfy her Seward, and oblige him  
By your Art, one of your under Mathematics  
Has given me a Comfortable Destiny.  Fr. 
Your hand. When were you born?  Lu. 
I know not Sir.  Ran. 
A Lord—  R. whispers Fr. 
No Matter, Venus in the Ascendent with  
Sol, being Lady of your seventh; hum, hum,  
With jupiter, designs you to be a Lord.  Lu. 
They all agree; the miracle of learning!  
One question more I beseeth you Sir, I  
Am to ride with my Man to receive my lady's  
Rent tomorrow through the Forest—  Fr. 
Go to.  Lu. 
Now I desire to know, whether we shall be  
robbed in our return or no?  Fr. 
What time do you think precisely to come  
Back Sir, for we should know the very minute.  Lu. 
The Money is ready Sir, and we do purpose,  
In your ear—  Fr. 
Yes, you shall be robbed, there's nothing in  
Nature to prevent it.  Pi. 
Will they kill us, and please you?  Fr. 
No, they shall not kill you, they shall only  
Take your money, and break your pate, that  
Will be all.  Pi. 
Why let 'em rob us Sir, the loss of our Money  
Will be an evidence of our preferment, and you  
May have more assurance to be a Lord, and  
I of my Knighthood— My Lady Sir.  Enter Paulina. Fr. 
Madam, the Stars shine with their full beams  
Upon you, Who by me their interpreter, salute  
You with a glorious fortune: For Leo's Lord of your  
Horoscope in the right angle of heaven, and a royal  
Fixed Sar called Regulus, or the lion's heart, culminating  
With him, and a natural reception between Mars,  
And Sol Lord of the tenth, being in the first with  
Mercury and Venus in the house of honour, besides  
A Conjunction of jupiter and Luna in Pisces, in  
The house of Marriage. I must give judgement.  Pa. 
I shall beseech your clearer language.  Fr. 
You shall be Married to a Prince, it is inevitable.  Pa. 
A Prince?  Lu. 
May not I come to be a Lord then?  Pi. 
And I a Knight?  Pa. 
When shall I see him?  Fr. 
He shall within few days visit your Castle,  
Drawn hither with the fame of your person,  
And bravery. I need not instruct you to entertain  
Him with State and Ceremony becoming his  
Excellence, but if he Court you not into his arms,  
I will renounce the Stars, and say there is no  
Truth in Astrology.  Pa. 
How my thoughts swell already.  Fr. 
She has swallowed it.  Pa. 
Give him five hundred Pistolets.  Fr. 
Do not wrong so much  
One that does honour you; as I bribe not  
The Stars to tell me their Decrees, I dare not  
For money sell their Secrets, and if any  
That have relation to me presume  
To take a julio—  Lo. 
By no means Madam—  Pa. 
I like it that no Mercenary ends  
Guide 'em to flatter me.  A Drum far off. Lo. 
Is not that a March?  Exit. Pi. 
If it entrench not too far upon your art,  
This Prince, Sir, has a Name.  Fr. 
And rules this Province,  
Fernese is a Bachelor.  Pa. 
The Prince of Parma?  
My blood refines in every vein already,  
Dull heavy Souls that are content to drudge  
In humble thoughts.  Enter Longino and whispers to Frapolo. Lo. 
I Fear we are betrayed;  
The Countries up and marching to the Castle,  
We may be all surprised let us to, horse—  Exit. Pa. 
Deny not, Sir, this night an entertainment,  
Such as my Castle yields, it sha'not spread  
To receive guests more welcome.  Lu. 
A Drum Madam.  Exit. Ra. 
Must we not stay and rob the house tonight?  Er. 
Madam, my art foretells I cannot be  
Safe to remain here, at my return  
I won't balk your Castle, i'th' mean time  
Cherish high thoughts, your Stars do call you Princess,  
So kissing your fair hand—  Pa. 
Make me not so unhappy.  Fr. 
There is no dispute with Destiny,  
I take my humble leave, away to horse.  Exeunt. Pa. 
This more amazeth me, what danger should  
Provoke this haste, if it prove their concernment,  
I must believe they do converse with Fate,  
And trust to them as Oracles; a Princess?  
Was not my Soul Prophetical?  Enter Lucio. Lu. 
Madam, some accident hath raised your tenants,  
They march in fury this way, in strange postures  
And Arms, as if they came to storm the Castle.  Enter Piperollo. Pi. 
Madam, we are all undone, the Clubs are up,  
Your Tenants are turned Rebels, and by this time  
Entered the Hall; and threaten to surprise  
I know not whom; But the Caldean, and  
His troop are vanished, they foresaw this tempest.  Pa. 
What should this mean?  Enter Countrymen armed. 1 
Come on you men of lusty Chine, Dear Lady  
Be not affrighted, Captain of thy Guard  
Am I, thy natural Tenant, and thy Vassal;  
Where be these Sunburnt Aethiopians?  
I won't leave one Canting Rogue alive.  Pa. 
What Aethiopians, what Canting Rogues?  
Do not your clownships know me?  1 
Know our Princess?  
We honour thee, and rise in thy defence;  
Where be these thieves? we heard there were  
A Regiment, that came to Cheat and Plunder.  Pa. 
You're a Knot  
Of knaves and fools, and shall repent this insolence;  
You that command in chief, good Captain Bumbard,  
May teach your ragamiuffin's face about,  
Was it your stratagem to fright my guests?  1 
Your Uncle told us Madam, and commanded.  Pa. 
Was it his plot? he's still my enemy.  1 
Pardon us Madam,  
We came simply hither to do you service;  
Kneel, or we shall all be stripped out of our Tenements.  Pa. 
My Uncle has abused you,  
But this submission takes our anger off,  
Continue dutiful to my Commands,  
And you shall be remembered; Piperollo—  Exit. Pi. 
I know the Buttery Madam; follow me,  
It is my Lady's pleasure you be drunk,  
And thank her grace ye keep your copyholds;  
D'ee you bring up the rear, I'll march in front.  Exeunt. Enter Antonio, Contarini. Ant. 
Passion O'me, it is too great an honour,  
Refuse a man of your high blood and name,  
That Courts her honourably? I could beat her.  Con. 
'Tis not impossible at my return  
To find a change. I must to Court again.  Ver. 
The horses my Lord are ready.  Con. 
Vergerio—  Ant. 
What a Baggage 'tis, she's all for the Nunnery,  
She sha' not have her will, I'll undo myself  
But I'll destroy this Modesty; if I could  
But make her proud there were some hope on her.  Ver. 
My Lord you may command, but how unfit,  
I am to manage this affair.  Con. 
Thou hast a powerful Language, it prevailed  
On me when I first saw thee, since which time  
I have not deserved unkindly from thee, and  
This trust speaks more than Common favour.  Ver. 
Make me his advocate to Angellina?  An. 
My Lord, if you can still preserve these thoughts  
Of honour to us, leave her to my Counsel.  Con. 
Most cheerfully, I am not desperate;  
This Gentleman I'll leave to wait upon her,  
Who is privy to my Counsels, and affection.  An. 
Your Lordship hath found trust in him, but that  
Sha'not excuse my care, to make her know  
Her happiness, and the Honour of our Family,  
By meeting your commands. She's here.  Enter Angellina, Francescina. 
Francescina tell me, what hope of your Mistress?  
How does thy Counsel work? does she pray less  
Than she was wont? or listen now and then  
When thou talk'st wantonly, does she smile upon't?  Fr. 
Between ourselves, I put her to a smiling  
Blush.  Ant. 
What said she, tell me on thy modesty,  
When she found her dear delight, the legend  
Of the Saints removed, and Ovid's tales of  
Jupiter put in the place?  Fr. 
She said, that jupiter  
Was a most sensual Heretic, and the caestus  
That Venus wore was not St. Francis girdle.  Ant. 
How did she like the picture of Leander,  
Swimming the Hellespont upon his back?  
How that of Cleopatra kissing Antony?  Fr. 
She Says that Queen was none of the poor Claroes,  
But one bread up in black Egyptian Darkness;  
All I can say, she is not desperate,  
I sing no Anthems to her.  Ant. 
What says she to her dancing Master?  Fr. 
She is past her honour; that's a precious fellow,  
She'll laugh to see him gambol with his limbs,  
His head flies like a Ball about the room,  
You'd think he were at Tennis with it.  Ang. 
Though in the guilt and knowledge of my own  
Defects, to answer such an honourable  
Esteem of me, I dare not yet presume  
To meet it; I shall want no pious thoughts  
For this so great a bounty to a poor  
Desertless Virgin.  Ant. 
Hang your pious thoughts  
And love my Lord.  Con. 
Not for the wealth of Parma  
Should my Cause force one cloud upon her face  
Or put her eyes to the expense of tears,  
It shall be argument for me to hope,  
If she accept this youth to wait upon her,  
Who may in some auspicious hour, prepare me  
A gentle seat within her heart, mean time  
I leave upon your Virgin lip the faith,  
Of your true Servant Lady.  Ant. 
I'll attend you  
To horse my Lord.  Exeunt. Ang. 
Poor miserable maid,  
Fallen now beneath the pity of thyself;  
My heart, on which so late a flame of Heaven  
Streamed comfort in my holy resolutions,  
Is filled with love, but not of Contarini,  
Whose passion may deserve another's welcome.  
I prithee Francescina take thy Lute  
And let me hear thy voice.  Fr. 
I can sing Venus and Adonis to you.  Ang. 
Any thing.  Fr. 
Or will you hear the pleasant ditty  
How fair Calisto first became a Nun.  Ang. 
I prithee do not name a Nun, the flame  
That I feel here deserves no Vestal name.  Fr. 
I'll do my best to fit you,  
there's no such tool in nature as a Chambermaid  
To work upon her Mistress.  Exeunt.  

ACT IIII.  Enter Frapolo, Longino, Strozzo, Pacheco, with the rest. Fr. 
IT was a fatal business to lose such  
An opportunity.  Lo. 
My Lady was wound up so rarely.  Str. 
We were betrayed for certain; 'twas high  
Time to scud, and get into our Territories;  
Now we are safe in our Grots, secure as  
The Minotaur, and keep the clew of our  
Own Labyrinths.  Pa. 
We lost a rare design, but in my opinion,  
'tis better scouting here with our heads on,  
Than have 'em carried in by Clowns at the Court rate.  Fr. 
The ignorant Rogues would ne'er ha' sold  
Them to their worth.  Lo. 
And they dare as soon venture upon Hell,  
As Shoot their heads into this Furnace.  Fr. 
But this Claridiana sha'not scape so,  
I am resolved to visit her again, and I am  
Glad I prepared another expectation, these  
Difficulties shall make our next attempt  
More glorious.  Lo. 
Those shapes will conjure up the Boars again.  St. 
She does expect the Caldean.  Fr. 
Hang the Caldean. I have a new device  
Shall scour the Castle, and make Dame  
Guinever with all her pride, thank and adore  
The invention.  Lo. 
How dear Frapolo? how?  Whooting within. Fr. 
Scout and discover, Strozzo.  Str. 
I see but two men coming down the Hill.  Fr. 
Cannot their worships travel with less noise?  Lo. 
They durst not be so confident without a number,  
'Tis good to be secure, the noise approaches,  
Let's to our shells.  Fr. 
Do you lie perdue still.  They retire. Pa. 
I do not like their confidence, these may be  
The enemy's scouts, let's none engage to soon  
For fear of a reserve. The State has threatened  
To send their Vermin forth.  Fr. 
Obscure: close, close.  Enter Lucio, Piperollo. Lu. 
What dost thou mean?  
Thou hast a mind to be robbed indeed.  Pi. 
I would have art maintained in reputation,  
You know my Lady is to be a Princess,  
And you must be a Lord, and I be dubbed,  
But if we be not robbed, I know not how  
To trust the Mathematics or the Stars;  
I am afraid all the Bandits are hanged,  
A thousand Pistols should not fear to travel.  Lu 
It is not wisdom to proclaim our charge,  
Though I could be content to be a Lord,  
I am not over hearty, thieves are thieves,  
And life is precious, prithee let's make haste.  Pi. 
Illo ho ho,  
Think upon your honour, are there no Gentlemen?  
No wanting Gentlemen that know how to spend  
A quantity of Gold?  
There is no thief in Nature.  Str. 
The Gentleman  
Is very merry, they that mean well, and  
Have their wits about 'em, do not use  
To call upon our Tribe. This is a plot,  
A very plot, and yet the Coast is clear,  
Now I may reach their voice.  Pi. 
It won't be, was ever men distressed so?  Lu. 
Come we are well yet Piperollo, if  
The Stars Decree our robbery, it will follow.  Pi. 
I pray Sir let's sit down here, as you hope to  
Be a Lord, we must do our endeavour and help  
The Fates. Do but hear reason Sir.  Str. 
'Tis my proud madam's Steward, and our quondam  
Fellow thief; they were told their fortunes  
To be robbed; Here had been a purchase lost  
If I had not lain perdue. You shall be  
Dispatched presently, never fear it.  He Whistles. Lu 
What's that? I do not like that tune.  Pi. 
Hum, I am not in love with that quail-pipe.  
I could dwindle, but that I have a strong  
Faith in the Mathematics. Thieves and be  
Thy Will.  Lu. 
If they should cut our throats now— this is  
Your folly; would I were off.  Pi. 
Would I were a Knight in an embroidered  
Dish clout. Have a good heart Sir, there's  
No more to be said in't, let the Stars take  
Their course, 'tis my Lady's money— and if  
We be robbed, we are so much the nearer to preferment.  Enter Frapolo and the rest. Lu. 
Ah sweet Gentlemen take but the Money—  Pi. 
'Tis ready told; nay, nay, we are friends;  
Give us but a Mote under your hands for  
My Lady's satisfaction, that you have received  
It Gentlemen.  Lu. 
You need not trouble yourselves to tell it Gentlemen,  
It is all right.  Lo. 
So, so, we'll take your words.  Pi. 
I should know that vizard, the garments  
That you wear too I have seen Old acquaintance?  Fr. 
Does he know you? cut his throat.  Pi. 
No Sir, I do not know him, nor any man, nor  
myself, I was not once robbed before, neither  
Did I help any man to rob my own Father and Mother;  
I knew no Cedar chest I, I disclaim it, nor  
Was any man that I know left bound for the  
Money; ye are all honest Gentlemen,  
And I congratulate our good fortune, that you  
Came so luckily in the very nick, we had carried  
Home the money else in good sadness— Sir,  
We are made for ever— rare Mathematicians!  Fr. 
What's that you talk sirrah of Mathematicians?  Pi. 
It pleased some of the learned tribe to visit  
My Lady not long since, but they are well I  
Hope, they told us we should be robbed, and  
'Tis done; blessed Caldean!  Fr. 
What became on 'em?  Pi. 
They scaped a scouring, for my lady's cynical  
Uncle, in mere malice to learning, raised  
The Towns upon 'em, persuading the hobbinols  
They came to rob the house; but honoured  
Be the Stars, they brought 'em off at the  
Back gate.  Fr. 
They seem honest fellows, let 'em live, and Pass.  Lu. 
We humbly thank you Gentlemen, come Piperollo.  Pi. 
And yet, now I remember, there wants a  
Circumstance, my pate is not broke yet,  
That was a Clause the Caldean was a little  
Out.  Fr. 
I had forgot, will you be prating sirrah?  Fr. breaks his head. Pi. 
Now 'tis done, I thank you, dear Gentlemen,  
I thank you, go forth and be a Knight;  
Mathematician I adore thee, it bleeds;  
Where are you Sir? all is complete, and my  
Head is broke according to prophecy. Oh  
Admirable Caldean!  Exeunt. Lo. 
We have not lost all my lady's money, but  
To your plot Frapolo.  Fr. 
This hath ripened it, and I appear a  
Blazing Star already.  Str. 
What's the mystery?  Fr. 
You know I am your Prince.  Lo. 
'Tis Acknowledged.  Fr. 
We will in State visit the proud Paulina,  
I am the Prince Farnese, and you  
Are all my Lords and privy Counsellors  
Bear up for honour of your Prince.  Lo. 
I apprehend it, 'tis a most rare design,  
She will be mad to meet it.  Pa. 
Will you marry her?  Fr. 
I cannot tell, there may be a necessity,  
But when I ha' the wench, her Plate and Jewels,  
And other sums, I have cast already whither.  
We must transport ourselves— we'll divide all.  Lo. 
And the wench too?  Fr. 
No not the wench, until I cast the Concubine;  
Remember who I am, the choice of flesh  
Is my prerogative; no murmuring,  
You shall provide our Robes.  Str. 
Now we are rogues to purpose.  Fr. 
I am your Prince, and the worst thief  
A Statesman's.  Omnes A Prince, A Prince. Exeunt. Enter Angellina, and Francescina. Ang. 
Where is Vergerio?  Fr. 
I know not Madam.  Ang. 
Madam? I prithee leave that folly,  
I am no Lady, call me Angellina.  Fr. 
I'll call you Madam, 'tis a name in fashion,  
What do you want to justify that title?  
Have you not Beauty, Jewels, Gold at pleasure?  
Fine Clothes, high Food, and men as motley, as  
The Ambassadors to wait? does not your Uncle  
Allow you all that can make up a Lady?  
Pardon my boldness Madam, I beseech you.  Enter two Gentlewomen. Ang. 
What are these?  Fr. 
The Gentlewomen were commended, Madam,  
Most excellent in their Art about great Ladies;  
And come to tender you their humble service.  1 
Most proud if you accept our duties Madam.  Fr. 
Look you, they're proud already, they have nothing  
But their trade to live on; she with the face  
Spotted with Ermins, hath been late in France,  
And knows the mode to a Mathematical point,  
She has the theory of Song, but lost  
The practic part by sitting up a nights;  
She danceth still, can talk in several languages,  
And has the art of every game, to instruct  
A novice Lady—  Ang. 
To lose time.  Fr. 
And what  
Age, do you think the other Gentlewoman  
Carries? that simpers so? the miracle  
Of Painting! she presents scarce five and twenty,  
But if you credit Church Records, she numbers  
But five short of threescore, Medea had  
No charms like her, to preserve youth, and beauty;  
She hath the art of making eyes, new hair,  
And Ivory teeth, hath skill in making fruitful,  
And is an excellent Midwife; she hath cured  
A man that had no Nose, and a Court-Lady  
That had no Tongue.  Ang. 
These are transcendent qualities;  
Since 'tis my Uncle's pleasure, they may wait,  
But not to serve me.  One knocks. Fr. 
Who's that knocks so modestly?  
'Tis not your Dancing-Master, nor the Doctor,  
They have more confidence.  
'Tis the parson's Nephew, come from the University,  
Some say a pretty Scholar, and a wit;  
Hath an Ambition to kiss your hand  
And tender his first fruits.  Ang. 
What's that?  Fr. 
Some Poetry.  1 
By any means Madam, you must be flattered,  
Great Ladies cannot live else.  Ang. 
Let him enter.  Enter Scholar. Sch 
Darling of beauty, fairest Angellina,  
Thus low the muse's bow, and send by me  
An abstract of yourself; oh make the Paper  
More white by kissing your fair hand, and with  
Your breath, like a soft Western gale, perfume  
These lines created in your praise.  Ang. 
What's here?— I am  
A stranger to you Sir, and to your language,  
These words have no relation to me;  
I pity men of your high fancy, should  
Dishonour their own names, by forming such  
Prodigious shapes of beauty in our sex.  
If I were really what you would commend,  
Mankind would fly me; get a Painter Sir,  
And when he has wrought a woman by your fancy,  
See if you know her again; were it not fine,  
If you should see your Mistress without hair?  
Dressed only with those glittering beams you talk of?  
Two Suns instead of Eyes, and they not melt  
The forehead made of Snow; no Cheeks, but two  
Roses inoculated upon a Lily?  
Between, a pendent Alabaster Nose?  
Her Lips cut out of Coral, and no Teeth,  
But Strings of Pearl; Her Tongue a nightingale's;  
Her chin a rump of Ivory; and so forth?  
Would not this strange chimaera fright yourself?  
And yet you take the boldness to present us,  
And think we must applaud, and thank you for  
ourselves made Monsters by your art; no more  
Of this for shame; lose not your time and honour  
In this fantastic Idol; you will say,  
The world is peevish, and not kind to virtue;  
Give him ten Pistolets to cure his poverty,  
There are good seeds in him and they may  
Grow with some Cherishing.  Sch. 
You are enough  
To vindicate your Sex, I shall not blush  
To write your story.  Fr. 
You shall owe me Sir  
An Anagram, and a Poesy too for  
My next Ring.  Sch. 
You shall command my faculty,  
My dearest Abigall  Exit. Fr. 
Thank you sweet Sir Roger.  Enter four Citizens. 1 
Is her Ladyship at leisure?  Ang. 
What are these?  2 
We are humble suits Madam for your Favour.  Ang. 
Speak your request.  1 
I am a Tailor Madam  
That holds intelligence with foreign Courts  
To furnish Ladies with new Fashions.  
And I have patterns of the strangest shapes  
That ever Ladies longed for.  Ang. 
I believe it.  2 
I have the ambition to own the name  
Of your Perfumer Madam.  3 
I your Jeweller;  
What think you of that Carcanet sweet Madam?  
The Pearls are Orient, I have a Diamond  
The Sultan gave one of his Concubines,  
It weighs— 20 caracts, if it please you Madam,  
To wear it in the Court, and I'll attend  
Your Ladyship six months hence to pay me for't;  
I know your Uncle Madam.  Ang. 
This is his plot.  Fr. 
By all means take it.  Ang. 
Excuse me; what are you? speak your desire.  4 
I would present you Madam with a pair  
Of curious Spurs.  Ang. 
For what use prithee?  4 
For what you please, I see all men of trade  
Apply themselves to gain relation to you,  
And I would be your Spurrier.  Ang. 
Do Ladies wear Spurs my friend?  4 
They may in time, who knows what may be done,  
If one great Lady would begin, they ride  
Like men already; 'tis all one to me,  
So I may have the Credit of your name,  
And privilege to swell above my neighbours.  Ang. 
When I stand, Gentlemen, in need of your  
Professions, I'll send for you, i'th' mean time  
You shall need no Solicitor.  Omnes. 
Your Servants.  4 
Buy a Spur.  Exeunt. Ang. 
I prithee let me not be troubled with  
This kind of People Francescina; Ladies  
Have a fine time, if they be all thus visited.  Fr. 
You are rude and saucy fellows to intrude  
So far without my Lady's licence.  Ang. 
What makes thee so impatient? will they not  
Be gone?  Fr. 
Gone? here's a new regiment is pressing forward  Ang. 
What are they?  Fr. 
beggars.  Ang. 
How?  Fr. 
And tell me I abuse your Charity,  
To keep off their Petitions; we must have  
A Court-du-guard, I think, and sentries placed  
At every door.  Ang. 
I prithee let 'em enter.  Enter three Petitioners. Fr. 
The room will not be sweet again this three days;  
But if it be your pleasure— know your distance.  Ang. 
The blind, and lame, what's your condition Sir?  
1 As miserable Madam as the Sea,  
That swallowed all my wealth, can make a man,  
That once commanded thousands, I blush to beg  
But Nature too impatient of starving  
Compels me to this boldness, you may soon  
Peruse my tragic story there.  Gives a Paper. Ang. 
Good old man!  Fr. 
What is his loss to you?  
2 My Petition too;  
A poor blind man, that hath lost more by fire  
Than his estate valued a thousand times;  
And 'tis but equal, fire should spoil my eyes,  
That ravished me of all, was precious to 'em,  
A wife and pretty Children.  Ang. 
Burned?  
2 All burned;  
And what my eyes cannot afford their memory  
My poor heart weeps in blood.  
3 I am a Soldier  
That in my country's service lost my limbs;  
I've had more lead in bullets taken from me  
Than would repair some Steeple.  Fr. 
Ring the bells,  
That was a loud one!  
3 I have given wounds have killed the lookers on  
With horror of their gaping, and have marched  
Ten miles a day thus deep—  Fr. 
In dirt?  
3 In blood.  Fr. 
Upon those wooden legs?  An. 
Poor souls! I pity 'em, here honest men,  
Divide this bag, and pray for my good Uncle.  Omnes. 
Blessings on you, Madam.  
2. Equal division, come.  
1. Stay, in the first place, I brought you hither,  
Therefore my part is most considerable.  
3. I'll have no Prerogative.  
2. Nor I.  
1. But I will.  
Do not I know you both for cheating Rascals?  
Thus are good meanings cozened, and you sha'not  
Lose your reward; send for some Officers.  
2, 3. We are betrayed.  Ex. 2, 3. Ant. 
My Uncle.  Ant. 
They have found their eyes and legs again,  
Niece I observe your Charity, but you see not  
The inside of these things, and I did mean  
And hope these sums might serve yourself;  
Some Ladies would have considered  
A new Gown and trinkets; Francescina,  
I see little amendment, she'll undo me  
In pious uses.  Fr. 
She has entertained these Gentlewomen.  Enter Vergerio. 
And that young Gentleman does good upon her.  An. 
I like it well, he's careful of my Lord,  
And if she meet his honourable treaty,  
She may learn Pride at Court, should our Art fail.  
She smiles— I won't interrupt 'em.  Enter Giovanni. Gio. 
My Lady entreats the presence of her Sister.  An. 
does she entreat? Yes, you may visit her  
Sir if you please, I'll trust her to your conduct.  Ver. 
'Tis my ambition to attend her.  An. 
Hark you,  
Remember who you are, and carry things  
For the credit of my heir, and one that must be  
Right Honourable shortly, if I hear  
Thou flout'st her, thou shalt have another Gown  
And Petticoat embroidered, or but beat her  
And put me to a pension; fare you well,  
Francescina wait, wait all upon your Mistress.  Exeunt. Enter Paulina. Pa. 
No news yet of the Prince? he filled my dreams  
Last night, it was a golden glorious slumber;  
Methought we both were led into a Temple,  
Where all our rites of Marriage were performed  
In the presence of a thousand Angel-Cupids.  Enter Piperollo, and stumbles. Pi. 
'Twas my devotion, Madam, to present you  
The News, I could not break my neck upon  
A better cause.  Pa. 
Is the Prince come?  Pi. 
The Prince is at your service; though I slipped  
At Chamber door, it is my happiness  
To be the first Messenger.  Pa. 
Of what?  Pi. 
I desire no reward Madam, 'tis sufficient  
I know what will become of us all, you  
Remember the Caldean; all has happened,  
I thank Astrology.  Pa. 
For what?  Pi. 
Your money is gone, your rents have been received,  
And my head broke to purpose; things are visible.  Enter Lucio. 
My Master can confirm it.  Pa. 
What's this prodigy?  Lu. 
Madam 'tis done, we have been robbed.  Pa. 
How?  Lu. 
As the Caldean and the Stars would have it,  
Just to a minute.  Pi. 
Rare Mathematician!  Pa. 
I'll hang you both,  Pi. 
You may, and be no Princess.  Pa. 
Did he foretell this loss?  Pi. 
Is my pate broken? Do I live, and hope  
To kneel, and say, If please your Grace, to call  
Him Lord, and answer to a Knight?— we're made.  Pa. 
Be at a distance,  
If there be truth in the Chaldaeans Art,  
These inconsiderable losses are  
A new presage of my approaching greatness.  Enter Stephanio, and Longino, disguised. St. 
One from the Prince.  Lo. 
His Highness Farnese, Madam, greets your  
Ladyship, and intends to be your Guest this night,  Pa. 
It will be an honour  
My life must owe him duty for.  Pi. 
Do not you feel a Lordship creep up  
By your short ribs?  Lo. 
His Grace is not far off.  Pa. 
Present the humble duty of his handmaid,  
And say my Castle droops till it receive him;  Lo. 
I shall Madam.  Pa. 
We must prepare to meet and entertain him;  
All things have been Prophetical.  Pi. 
My very good Lord.  Lu. 
Right Worshipful Piperollo.  Exeunt. Enter Vergerio, Angellina, Servants aloof. Ver. 
In my pity  
That so much innocence should not be lost  
On faithless Contarini, I have landed  
Upon your knowledge this unhappy secret.  Ang. 
Promised his faith to another? 'twas ill done,  
To work my Uncle, and destroy my thoughts  
Of a religious life.  Ve. 
You may collect  
Those pure desires again,  
Heaven will be soon invited, and a second  
Resolve confirm that happiness.  Ang. 
May we not,  
Without so strict forsaking of the world,  
Be capable of blessing, and meet heaven  
At last, though erring Nature guide sometime  
Out of the nearest way?  Ver. 
Yes Angellina.  An. 
I must be no Votary,  
But when you turn a friar then.  Ver. 
How Lady?  An. 
Sir you have merited for this discovery  
All that I am to serve you, and unless  
You help me in this Labyrinth, I must  
Live in despair of Freedom.  Ver. 
Any service;  
There's so much sweetness in you, I could lay  
My life a Sacrifice, be confident  
I must be left of heaven, when I forsake you.  An. 
And I dare trust your Virtue with a secret  
I have not told my Ghostly Father.  Fr. 
I know not what opinion my Lord has  
of his smooth Advocate, but I should gather  
By Symptoms of my Mistress, she is sick  
Of the younger Gentleman.  Ver. 
I dare not hope  
This blessing, 'tis an honour placed on me  
That has no value, I am a stranger,  An. 
You are no stranger here.  Ver. 
Your Uncle too—  Ang. 
May err in his election.  Ver. 
But his anger—  Ang. 
My prayer and tears may soften.  Ver. 
Do not dress  
Your eyes with sorrow Angellina, this  
Too gracious an influence upon  
Your servant must command my utmost duty.  
Upon this white hand I breathe out my heart,  
And when I pay affection to another  
Mistress, in your revenge, her beauty blast me!  
But we may be observed.  Ang. 
Be all my guide.  Ver. 
This must be managed wisely, we are lost else.  Ang. 
We are now arrived the Castle Francescina.  Fr. 
We attend.  Exeunt. Enter Prince Farnese, Contarini. Fa. 
I am obscured sufficiently.  Con. 
My life on't.  Fa. 
Here are great preparations, and the people  
Flock as to see some triumph, this Paulina  
Will be adored i'th' Country.  Con. 
But her Sister,  
With an extreme of sweetness and humility  
Will take the wonder off, she so transcends.  Fa. 
Your words fall from you,  
I have observed my Lord, with too much passion;  
She's but a woman, and may be no miracle,  
When a clear eye is Judge.  Con. 
Sir I owe  
All that I am in fortune, name and greatness  
Unto your person, next whom, give me leave  
To say I rate no expectation  
Equal to be her servant, yet I find  
Her cold to those desires, that court her with  
All honour, I shall humbly beg, your grace  
When you converse, will interpose your favour,  
And by your Mediation perfect all  
That can be named my happiness.  Far. 
You express  
A strong Captivity in so small acquaintance;  
Well my Lord trust to me; is this her Castle?  Enter Piperollo. 
By your favour Sir.  Pi. 
Speak quickly what's your business?  Far. 
Is this Paulina's Castle?  Pi. 
Plain Paulina? and is this her Castle?  
My friend you want some breeding, she that owes  
This Palace, for a Prince hath made it so,  
Is not far off; turn your eyes backward Sir,  
And tell yourself without a perspective  
What man is coming towards us?  Far. 
Worthy Sir.  Pi. 
Put of your hats and hear his name, Farnese  
The Prince of Parma's there, I kissed his hand,  
My breath is since the sweeter.  Far. 
The Prince, where?  Pi. 
You'll find him with my Lady whom he came  
To visit, if you'll promise to be drunk,  
Take what's a secret yet, he comes to marry her,  
Or there's no truth in Stars, she is to be  
His spouse; farewell, and thank my worship heartily.  Exit. Con. 
This fellow's mad!  Fr. 
He kissed the PRINCE's hand,  
What mystery is this?  Con. 
See, they approach.  Far. 
I am not lost sure in this cloud, they march  
In State this way.  
Loud Music.  Enter Frapolo, Paulina, a Train of Gallants and Ladies, Vergeria, Angellina. Ang. 
How, an Impostor?  Ver. 
Sure I know the Prince.  Ang. 
Conceal it yet.  Far. 
What Gentleman is that?  Lon. 
The Prince of Parma Sir.  Con 
This will be worth observing.  Far. 
Do we not both dream? that Paulina?  
How disdainfully she moves?  Con. 
That's her younger Sister upon whom  
Vergerio waits.  Far. 
He knows I am the Prince.  Con. 
How do you like her Sir?  Fa. 
Ha? 'tis not fit to tell thee.  Con. 
Does she not answer my Character?  Fa. 
On my heart a fair one?  Con. 
Pray tell me how you like her Sir.  Fa. 
Not yet.  
I am lost in wonder of her sweetness. Bid  
Vergerio bring her to Antonio's;  
I'll be his guest tonight.  Con 
I shall obey Sir.  Pi. 
Make room for the Prince, fellows bear back;  
You are not to be Knighted friend I take it.  Fa. 
Thus can the flame of Heaven with subtle art,  
Leave the skin whole, yet quite consume the heart.  Exeunt.  

ACT V.  Enter Contarini, Antenio. An. 
MY Niece has had a pretty warm night on't,  
'Tis a bold knave to take the Prince upon him  
I did believe the 'noys, and was considering  
How to contrive my peace with her good grace.  Con. 
You have no fear to suffer now?  Ant. 
I thank  
Your Lordship, that has made my house and knowledge  
So fortunate, by the presence of our great  
Farnese, 'tis an honour makes me young;  
And yet this Rascal troubles me, that durst  
Come in the PRINCE's name, and charge my Niece  
So home too; Is't not Treason Sir?  Con. 
Of highest nature.  Ant. 
Let him then taste the Law; yet I commend  
His Spirit, that would scorn to die for Felony,  
And when his head goes off, the shame and grief  
May help to break her heart: I do not love her,  
And then my Girl, my Angellina's heir,  
And you her Lord and mine.  Con. 
My hopes are fair,  
The Prince himself having vouchsafed to be  
My Advocate.  Ant. 
He must command all here.  Enter Farnese, and Angellina. 
'Tis a good Prince, and loves you well, and let me  
Without boast, tell you my Lord, she brings  
No common Blood, though we live dark i'th' Country  
I can derive her from the great Ursini,  
But we have been eclipsed.  Far. 
Contarini leave us. You may stay Antonio;  
Is't not an honour to your Family  
A Prince should court your Niece into his arms?  Ant. 
I must confess, 'tis good enough for such  
A Baggage, they will make together Sir,  
A most excellent show upon the Scaffold.  Far. 
The Impostor, and Paulina's pride, takes off  
Your understanding; I do court your Niece  
Fair Angellina.  Ant. 
How Sir?  Far. 
And as becomes a Princess.  Ant. 
Your Grace is merry.  Far. 
I know not, but there's Magic in her eyes.  An: 
Magic? and she be a Witch, I ha'done with her.  
Does he love Angelina? Please your Highness—  
Do you affect this Girl?  Far. 
Religiously.  An. 
And have you all your Princely wits about ye?  Far. 
This Language is but coarse. I tell you Sir  
The Virgin must be mine.  An. 
Your Whore?  Far. 
My Princess.  An. 
That's another matter.  Far. 
Show your obedience,  
You have commands upon her as a Father.  An. 
I know not what to say, but I'll persuade;  
Hark you Niece, you hear what the Prince says,  
'Tis now no time to think of Nunneries.  
Be ruled then, and love somebody; if you have  
Promised my Lord, I say make good that promise,  
If not, the Prince is worth considering.  
The Gentleman will make you a round jointure.  
If thou be'st free, love him, to vex thy Sister,  
Who may upon submission be received  
To Grace, and rise in time a Madam Nurse  
To your heir apparent. I have done my duty.  
But this is no great honesty, to cheat  
My Lord. I see the greatest men are flesh  
And blood, our souls are much upon a making;  
All men that are in love deal with the Devil,  
Only with this difference, he that dotes  
Upon a Woman is absolutely possessed;  
And he that loves the least is haunted  
With a Familiar.  Enter a Servant Ser. 
Old Fabio Sir your Tenant, with much business  
in's face, desires to speak with you, I could hardly  
Keep him from pressing in, his Wife he says  
Is Lunatic.  Ant. 
We shall all be mad shortly,  
Where is the Knave?  Exit. Aug. 
I dare do Sir as much to show my duty  
As any Maid alive; I dare die for you.  Fa. 
And yet you dare not love.  Ang. 
Not in that sense  
You invite me to.  Far. 
My Courtship carries  
No stain to fright you, what I have propounded  
Is worth the Ambition of a greater Lady;  
Though you profess so liberally, I find  
Your cunning, and because I have so much  
Descended from my Title, you assume  
This unbecoming Nicety, take heed,  
I can be angry.  Ang. 
As you are a Man  
That passion may come near you Sir; and as  
You are my Prince, you may command my death  
To follow and Appease it, but you said you loved me.  Far. 
I do, if you can wisely entertain it.  An. 
Then you must love my honour,  
A virgin's wealth, for every honest Man  
Or Woman has an honour, and that has  
Engaged my heart already by a Contract;  
This tie dissolved with justice, I should kneel  
To ask your Princely favour.  Far. 
I am answered.  
Who waits? call my Lord Contarini hither.  Enter Contarini. Con. 
Sir.  Far. 
You might have mocked another person,  
And not have made me a ridiculous story  
To your Mistress Sir.  Con. 
I understand you not.  Far. 
Engage me to mediation for her love,  
With a pretence how much my act should honour  
Your faint hopes, when you are conscious of a  
Contract, already past between you.  Con. 
Contract Sir?  
She never yet gave me any language  
Did promise hope, she still concluded me  
With going to a Cloister.  Far. 
How's this fair one?  An. 
It is most sure I am contracted.  Con. 
To whom?  An. 
Vergerio your Lordship's Agent.  Con. 
That boy betray me?  
In whom I took delight, made him my friend,  
He play the Traitor? I'll be revenged upon  
His heart.  Far. 
Contain your passion Contarini,  
Her beauty had a power above my friendship,  
It well might shake his faith, and yet 'tis strange.  
Call in Vergerio.  Enter Vergerio. Ver. 
I have heard all,  
And come to meet my sentence. You're a Prince  
'gainst whom I dare not lift a thought; I see  
What storm is rising, yet let this, great Sir,  
Invite your mercy to me, I have made  
No breach against your love, and that which was  
My fault to his, may be excused, by what  
He felt himself love not to be resisted.  
This Virgin I lay claim to, and her vows  
No Subject must compel me to resign;  
But if the Prince think me unfit, and call  
This treasure from my bosom, and can place  
His love, where I so chastely have delighted,  
I will not keep a thought that shall repine,  
When I am miserable in her absence,  
But give my interest cheerfully; to you,  
My Lord, I answer, I have made no trespass,  
And shall, so please your highness to be judge,  
Make it appear.  Con: 
Was ever such an impudence?  
This presence does protect him, I should else  
Write treason on his heart; But Angellina  
I pity thy undoing, how canst thou  
Expect a truth from him, betrays his Master?  An. 
My Lord, you have been faulty sure, and this  
(not worthy to be called a loss of me)  
Was meant by Providence to wake your faith,  
That's owing to another.  Far. 
Possible?  
The Viceroy of Sicily's Daughter? Pulcheria.  Con. 
Pulcheria here?  Ver. 
Here Contarini.  Con. 
Ha, proved a Woman, oh my shame and folly!  Ver. 
Pardon my too much love, that made me fear  
You had forgot Pulcheria, though you left  
Your vows and me at Sicily, when you were  
Ambassador from the Prince.  Con. 
Whence embarked  
Thou brought'st me news Pulcheria was drowned,  
And thou for her sake entertained my servant,  
Welcome, at once receive me and forgive me.  Fa. 
I had your promise, were this contract void  
In honour, nor will take from my own merit  
To think when your considerate thoughts come home,  
You can pretend excuse to your own happiness,  
Which lest you may suspect, let us in state  
Visit Paulina, and unmask that counterfeit  
Which hath usurped our name.  Ver. 
Sir we attend you,  Con. 
This blessing must require a spacious soul,  
Mine is too narrow to receive.  Exeunt. Enter Steward, and Piperollo. Lu. 
I am not yet created honourable.  Fi. 
Sir, things must have their time, but will his highness  
Remove so suddenly, and carry my Lady  
To th' Court with him? 'tis a most sweet young Prince.  Lu. 
Order was given to pack up her plate,  
Her gold and Jewels, for he means to have  
Tiltings and triumphs when he comes to Parma.  Fi. 
There it is fit we should expect our honours.  
I will attend the Prince.  Exit. Enter Contarini. Con. 
Signior Lucio.  Lu. 
Your good Lordship.  Con. 
Pray tell my Lady, I would kiss her hand,  
And shall present news will secure their welcome.  
I come from the Prince.  Lu. 
The Prince my Lord?  
He is within—  Con. 
A small march off the Castle, and commanded  
Me to prepare her, that he comes to be  
Her guest.  Lu. 
My Lord, I will acquaint some of the Bedchamber, but,  
When did your Lordship see his Highness?  Con. 
I left him at the Park gate.  Lu. 
This is the nearest way unless his highness  
Have leapt a window, or can walk invisible.  
Your Lordship may have some conceit. I'll go Sir.  Exit. Enter Piperollo. Pi 
What is the meaning that there's such a guard  
Upon our Castle? 'tis besieged, and no man  
Suffered go forth; this is some Lord or other  
By his straddling.  Enter Lucio, Longino, Strozzo, and the rest. Lo. 
From the Prince? that he?  Pi. 
'Tis as I tell you Sir, there's a little army,  
Surrounds the Castle.  Lo. 
They have no order from his highness.  Str. 
We are betrayed again.  Lon. 
Sir, would you speak with the Prince?  Con. 
Why have you such a thing within the Castle?  
Who dares be so much Traitor to usurp  
That title? where's that Puppet, Gentlemen?  Lu. 
That is his Secretary.  Pi. 
The rest are Lords and Privy Counsellors.  Ca. 
We are undone.  Enter Farnese, Vergerio, Angellina, Attendants. La. 
'tis he, the very he, I dare not look on him;  
Oh for an impudence worth a Chronicle,  
To out ace him now, it were a possible thing,  
If People would believe—  Lu. 
I'll tell my Lady, they are vanished; hum,  
I do not like that face.  Exit. Far. 
Come hither fellow, whom do you serve?  Pi. 
I know not Sir.  Fa. 
What Prince have you within?  Pi. 
The prince of Darkness.  Fa. 
What is this fellow?  Pi. 
a Knight o'th' Post, the Pestle is too honourable.  Fr. 
Where is your Excellent Lady?  Pi. 
I have a guess  
If things go on, as I suspect, she will be—  Fr. 
Where?  Pi. 
At her wit's end very shortly.  Fr. 
An ingenious fellow?  Pi. 
I have conversed a little with the Mathematics,  
Sir, Who is that Gentlewoman, not that I am ignorant,  
But to satisfy a doubt?  Ver. 
She is one that may be  
The Prince of Parma's Lady, when the Priest  
Hath done his Office.  Pi. 
If I be not mistaken  
Here comes the Princess, that is Angellina  
The younger Sister.  Enter Paulina. Pa. 
It is my wonder you that have the face  
And garb of Gentlemen, should dare to be  
So insolent, to affront our person,  
And his, to whom your hearts and knees owe reverence.  Far. 
Command the Impostor forth,  
Seize on the Traitors.  Enter Longino. Lo. 
His Grace will be here presently, fear not Madam,  
I would venture a Neck-breaking at some window,  
And be content to crawl away a Cripple;  
But there's no hope to scape the Multitude  
That will be scrambling for my limbs. Great Sir,  
I challenge the privilege of the last Bando,  Kneels. 
He that can bring Frapolo the chief Bandit,  
Beside what was proclaimed other reward,  
Shall have free pardon for all past-offences;  
To that Grace I appeal, and here produce  
Frapolo.  Enter Frapolo, Strozzo, etc. Pa. 
This amazeth me.  Fr. 
Can you stand  
The dazzling Sun so long, and not be struck  
Blind for this bold affront? what wildness brought you  
In multitudes to fright my happy peace,  
And this good Ladies, my most virtuous Consort?  Lo. 
He bears up still!  Fr. 
Have all my cares and watchings to preserve  
Your lives, and dearest liberties, deserved  
This strange return, and at a time when most  
Your happiness is concerned, since by our Marriage  
With this sweet Lady, full of grace and beauty,  
You may expect an Heir to bless your Country.  Con. 
Will you suffer him?  Fr. 
'Tis time your Prince were dead, and when I am  
Companion to my Father's dust, these tumults  
Fomented by seditious men, that are  
Weary of Plenty, and delights of Peace,  
Shall not approach to interrupt the calm  
Good Princes after Death enjoy. Go home,  
I pray depart, I rather will submit  
To be deposed, than wear a power or title  
That shall not all be dedicate to serve you;  
My life is but the gift of Heaven, to waste it  
For your dear sakes, my People are my Children,  
Whom I am bound in Nature and Religion  
To cherish and protect. Perhaps you have  
Some grievance to present, you shall have justice  
Against the proudest here; I look not on  
Nobility of Birth. Office, or Fortunes,  
The poorest subject has a Native Charter  
And a Birthright to th' Laws, and Common wealth,  
Which with an equal, and impartial stream,  
Shall flow to every bosom.  Str. 
Pious Prince!  Far. 
I am at a loss to hear him; sure I am  
Farnese, if I be not lost by the way.  Pi. 
Stand off Gentlemen,— let me see— which?  
Hum! this— no, th'other. Hum! send for a Lion  
And turn him lose, he won't hurt the true Prince.  Far. 
Do not you know me Sir?  Fra. 
Yes, I know you too well, but it stands not  
With my honour; what composition?  Far. 
Who am I? Gentlemen, how dare ye suffer  
This thing to talk? if I be your Farnese.  Fra. 
I say I am the Prince,  Far. 
Prince of what?  Fra. 
Of Rogues, and please thy Excellence.  Pa. 
How?  Fra. 
You must excuse, I can hold out no longer  
These were my Subjects Sir, and if they find  
Your Mercy, I'm but one, whose head removed,  
Or noosed, this Lady will be soon a Widow,  
Whom I have not deceived, 'twas her Ambition  
To go no less than Prince, and now you have one,  
During this Gentleman's pleasure.  Pa. 
What scorn shall I become?  Far. 
Let him be guarded, and all his puppet Lords.  Enter Antonio, Fabio, Morulla. An. 
News, news, excellent news; I shall leap  
Out of my flesh for joy. Sir I have undertook  
For your pardon to this reverend couple,  
They heard my Niece was to be married  
To the Prince, and thought it treason to conceal—  Far. 
What?  An. 
Paulina is not my Niece, no blood of mine;  
Where is this Lady and her Pageant Prince?  
The truth is, she is not Paulina, but their  
Own Daughter.  Fra. 
Possible? than we are both cheated.  An. 
Whom she obtruded on our Family  
When our Paulina died an Infant, with her,  
A Nurse to both; Does your Grace apprehend?  Fab. 
We do beseech your pardon.  An. 
Now Angellina thou art heir to all.  Pip. 
By all this Circumstance you are but my Sister!  Con. 
The Prince is proved a Prince of Thieves.  An. 
Why there's a Baggage and a Thief well met then.  
I knew she was a Bastard, or a Changeling.  Pau. 
Where shall I hide my shame? O cursed Ambition!  Ant. 
Give you joy Sir, my most illustrious Nephew,  
Joy to thy invisible Grace.  Fra. 
Thanks to our loving Uncle:  Far. 
Take hence the Traitors.  Ang. 
Sir I beseech a pardon to their lives.  
Let nothing of my story be remembered  
With such a Tragedy, 'tis my first Petition.  Far. 
I must not deny thee; all thank her Virtue;  
Live you, and love that Gentlewoman; But  
It were a sin to innocence, and our honour  
Would encourage Treason by example,  
If they should scape all Justice, take 'em to Custody:  
Frapolo, we confine you to this Castle,  
Where If she please your Bride may accompany you  
Till we determine otherwise.  Fra. 
'Tis some mercy; but  
I shall be getting Children, and two nothings  
Won't maintain a Family, 'twere as good  
To hang me out o'th' way, 'ere Charge come on,  
Or take away my tools, I shall be working.  Far. 
Provision shall be made you shall not starve  
Nor surfeit Sir.  Ang. 
Because I called her Sister,  
I will contribute something to their fortune.  Far. 
What thy own goodness will direct; and now  
Remove the Scene to Court, to perfect there  
My own, and Parma's happiness; pride has  
Met with severe reward, and that high justice  
(That Governs all) though envy break with her  
Own Poison, calls the Amazed World to see  
What blessings wait upon Humility.  Exeunt.  
FINIS.   

Epilogue.  Frapolo. 
Gentlemen, do not say you see me; I have made an escape from the Prince and Paulina; his grace's word is but mortal, and not security enough for me; for all this Sunshine he may hang me, when I come to Parma, for an example, and therefore I have chosen, rather to trust to my legs, than a reconciled State-Enemy.  

'two'not be worth your glory to betray  
A man distressed, whom your own mercy may  
Preserve to better service; rather than  
Go back I'll stand your justice Gentlemen.  
I've played the thief, but you, as the case stands,  
May save or kill, my life's now in your hands.