 | The Cunning Lovers |  |
ACT V.
SCENE I.
A Table with a Booke and Papers set out.Enter Montecelso and Clowne.
Clo.
You see I have purchas'd you a Lodging at the house of
mine own flesh and bloud, otherwise call'd my Father;
now sir, if you do not shew yourselfe a Master of your Art, or
your Crafts-Master, you shall but disgrace your selfe, and call the
reputation of my Fathers house in question.
Mon.
Tush, feare not me, what cannot I performe,
A maske of naked wenches I could bring
To dance strange Antiques here, and none but we
To be spectatours.
Clo.
Oh brave man, when shall we see this sport?
Mon.
Dost thou love sweet meats? I have chang'd e're now,
Against a Christning day, a showre of haile
To perfect Comfets that have serv'd a feast,
And I can do't againe, but tush 'tis nothing.
Clo.
Oh sweet men, here's one that by his Art is able to undo
all the Comfet-makers in Christendome,
Mon.
What meat dost thou love best?
Clo.
I love many meates well, and indeed scarce any comes
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I can eate Capon and Rabit, but above all meats, not to dissemble,
I love a good peece of roasted beefe.
Mon.
Ile tell thee what once I did in Germany,
There was a hill lay just against the Sun,
I by my art chang'd it to perfect beefe,
Which the violent heat of the Sun roasted as
Perfectly as any sea coale fire, and still as it
Was enough the Country people came with their
Sharpe knives and cut it off in slices.
Clo.
Oh that my journey had laine over that hill.
Mon.
Now sir a brooke ran by of cleare water,
And that I turn'd to perfect vinegar
For sauce to that rost-beefe, and the small sand
Was chang'd to perfect pepper; now sir, it
Was but bringing bread along with them and slicing away
A peece of the hill, and sitting downe by the Rivers side,
And there was as good rost beefe, vinegar, and pepper
As any man in Mantua could desire to eate.
Clo.
This cunning man hath a trade would set any mans teeth
a wat'ring that hath but a stomack—
But soft, here come strangers.
Pro.
If the wise man be as cunning as rumour reports him,
Ile know what shall betide me in my love-affaires;
This, I this, by my directions should be the house.
Mon.
My Cosin the Prince, excellent, Ile put him
Into a pittifull perplexity e're we part.
Pro.
Now will I try whether this fellow have any cunning
or no, thou learned man of Mantua heaven save thee.
Mon.
Thou worthy Gentleman of Verona, I thanke thee,
Nay, I have given't you, pick out the meaning of that.
Pro.
He knows me to be of Verona.
Mon.
I, and an enemy to the Duke of Mantua.
Pro.
You wrong me sir, I love the Duke.
Mon.
I, and his Daughter too, pray do you not?
Pro.
A rare admirable fellow, he knows all, I must collogue
with him, or hee'l reveale all my secrets to the Duke.
Clo.
Nay, herein, most learned, I must needs say you erre;
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unacquainted with him, yet in this I must needs tell you
he is in the wrong, for this Gentleman is a true Trojan, a Knight
Errant, and one that hath fought at the Tombe of adventures.
Pro.
Indeed I am a Stranger.
Mon.
Indeed you are a dissembler.
Pro.
My name's Antonio.
Mon.
Otherwise call'd Prince Prospero.
Pro.
The rarest fellow in Christendome; upon my life he
knows my very thoughts my meditations.
Mon.
Come hither you, you that can gull the Duke,
Make private doores into his Daughters Tower;
And whil'st your Noble Father, good old man,
Thinkes you abroad in travell to see fashions,
You loyter here about a Ladies love.
Pro.
Oh wonderfull, I never heard the like!
Mon.
Now where's the Ring the Duke spi'd on your finger?
When was the merry meeting with your friend
And the two Ladies when they talk'd asleep,
And by that sudden shift deceiv'd the Duke?
Where's the strange Spanish Lady? where's the banquet
To which you did invite him?
Pro.
He knows all, all by this light,
There's nothing left unknown.
Clo.
Here's no roguery, here's no knavery, here's no villany,
and all confest too, Ile even, like a good Subject, make all this
acquainted to the Duke.
Pro.
Sweet Conjurer, good Mephastophilus,
Ile give thee here a hundred Duckets straight
But keep my counsell.
Clo.
But if the wise-man will, the foole will not; nay, and
there be such knaveries in hand, you had better never have let
them come to my eare, the Duke shall know all, all by this hand,
nay, that's most certaine—trust to it.
Mon.
Stay sirrah, or Ile bring you back with a whirlewind.
Clo.
Not I most learned, you shall pardon me; Ile be no
Traytour for no mans pleasure.
Mon.
Prethee come back.
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No such matter, have you such fagaries, Ile tell the Duke.
Mon.
You doore maker.
Clo.
How most wise?
Mon.
The Duke shall know of making of that doore
By which the Prince had free way to the Lady,
You were his Overseer.
Clo.
No more, sweet Doctor Faustus, no more.
Mon.
Sirrah, you had better been a doore keeper than a
doore-maker.
Clo.
Then I had better be a theefe than a knave, silence noble
Scholler, and I am at thy service.
Mon.
Well sirrah, keep his Counsell and Ile keep yours, and
whilest I speak a few words with this stranger, do thou watch
there, and looke stedfastly at the kitchin window, for about dinner
time there will flye in Capons, Pigeons, Pigs, Geese, Larks,
Chickens all ready roasted, with every one a knife at his girdle
to cut himselfe up, do but thou watch and bring me word when
they come flying in and call me; wee' to dinner.
Clo.
Oh rare, ready roasted! I would I were a wise man too,
as I shall never bee whilest I live; it is nothing but spreading a
cloath, laying trenchers, setting a salt, providing of bread, and
making platters and sauce ready, and your roast-meat will come
as duly every one flying to his own dish and sauce, as Crows in
the evening fly to their own nests; Ile get him to tile our house
with Biskets, to pave the Kitchin with Custards, to make our
Lome-walls of Ginger-bread, and turne our Cheese-trenchers
into Wafer-cakes; Ile watch, but if I bring him word till I
have fill'd my belly, may my girdle break.
Pro.
Montecelso turn'd a wise man!
Mon.
I know that's more than ever thou didst looke for at
my hands.
Pro.
Beshrew thee Coz, thou hast put me into two pittifull
plunges, first thy death, next for this needlesse feare.
Clo.
Not yet!
Pro.
I thought as surely thou hadst been in heaven
As I know this is earth: introth mad Coz,
And hast thou gone beyond me?
Clo.
Now I hope: no, that was a Crow that flew over our
house.
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Be confident for I have cast a plot
How thou shalt steale away thy Love to Church,
And make her Father with his own free hand
Give her to thee in marriage; more than this,
Put strange disgraces on thy opposites
And such as are thy rivals; wouldst thou thinke
Me a perfect wise man to contrive this well?
Pro.
More wise than I first knew thee.
Mon.
For this time part, earely to morrow morning
Convey Valentia through the private doore
Suted as at the Banquet; next invite
The Mantuan Duke to grace your Nuptials
In Saint Laureita's Chappell; what remaines
Shall all be mine.
Pro.
My dearest friend adieu,
No cunning head had e're a heart so true.
Exit.—Knock.
Mon.
Harke, some one knocks.
Clo.
Most prudent.
Mon.
Leave staring to the kitch. till anon,
And let me in these Gallants.
Clo.
Beshrew their hearts for me, belike they heard what
good cheere was flying towards our house, and now like bold
guests they are come to bid themselves to dinner; I will let
them in, though I could wish them choak'd for their paines—
Enter Verona, Florence, Iulio, Ferrara.
Ver.
Who takes his turne first?
Flo.
That will I so please you.
Mon.
I know them all, their businesse, their affaires,
And I shall fit them finely; grave old man,
My choicest welcome I bestow on you,
And welcome Lords to all, but first you;
I know my Lord of Florence you affect
The amorous Lady faire Valentia.
Flo.
Oh marvelous!
Mon.
But you the frantique Dutchess.
Fer.
Possible.
Mon.
Come, come, I know the inmost of your thoughts,
Then to be briefe and cut off circumstance,
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And Ile assure you faire Valentia's love,
To morrow morning must the stranger Knight
In Saint Lauretta's Chappell wed his Love,
The Spanish Lady, given him by the Duke,
Whil'st they are busied watch the new-built Tower,
In which by Art I will contrive a doore,
Which you shall find wide open.
Flo.
Oh rare man!
Man.
Through which passe freely; now to blind suspicion,
Because you may not be descried or known,
Weare some disguise, this paper shall direct you.
Flo.
Thou most ingenious Artist, take this Gold,
The happy earnest of my future love.
Exit.
Mon.
Enough my Lord, now waite upon my skill;
And now to you, I know you love the Dutchess,
But she is chang'd by sicknesse; yet my Lord
If you will marry faire Valentia,
Who for your love disdaines the Florentine,
Ile set you down a course to compasse it.
Fer.
Either will serve my turne, I'm not so curious
To tye my fancy to one womans face.
Mon.
Know, through my spirits help, I have digg'd a doore
Quite through the Turrets doore, which wall leads streight
Unto the Ladies Chamber, take this note,
This Paper shall direct you.
Fer.
There's Gold for Paper.
Mon.
Adieu.
Iul.
My turne is next;
I am a stranger to thee, learned Friend,
Nor dost thou know my business.
Mon.
No Lord Julio.
Iul.
Iulio I'm call'd indeed.
Mon.
And love that Lady
Whom these two Princes tenderly affect.
Iul.
Th'art something neare me.
Mon.
Ile come nearer yet,
To the two strangers I could tell your hate,
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But my Art's no accuser.
Iul.
Noble Schollar,
Let this Gold bribe thy art to secresie,
And teach me how I may prevent their plots,
Gaine the Dukes Grace, and faire Valentia's love.
Mon.
This Paper shall do all, peruse it then,
And let it be your Tutor, so now leave me.
Iul.
With all my art Ile prove thy magick skill,
And to the utmost what thou plot'st fulfill.
Exit.
Mon.
Adieu; you sirrah.
Clo.
Most judicious.
Mon.
Follow them with speed,
Watch them, and when thou seest them neare the Tower,
Run to the Duke, and call his armed Guard
To apprehend these Miners that have digg'd
Unlawfull passage through his high-built Tower,
See them well beaten, and after come to me,
And I will teach thee this rare Negromancy.
Clo.
Feare not, Master Doctor, first Ile play my part,
And after come to you to learne your Art.
Exit.
Mon.
Now sir to you.
Ver.
And what to me sir? thinke not with your tricks
To draw me in opinion you are wise.
Mon.
Were not your Grace a man I reverence.
Ver.
My Grace, what Grace? you'd gull me would you not?
Mon.
Nor can you gull me most excellent Lord,
You are Verona's Duke; nay, never start,
For to your eare my tongue's close as your heart;
I know that Mantua loves you not, yet know
Your Son serves Mantua as a friendly Foe.
Ver.
Pardon me sir, I now approve your cunning,
Conceale my being, and expect reward—
But see the Duke.
Enter Mantua, Dutchesse and Servant.
Man.
What liberall reprover, I perceive
You find some matter in this man of note.
Ver.
Matter indeed my Lord, this is a man
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That are indeed but shaddows, counterfeits,
This man hath naturall gifts joyn'd with his Art.
Man.
We like your praise, and will our selfe applaud
His excellence, if by his grounded skill
He can give ease to this faire Dutchess griefe.
Mon.
What Mortalls can attempt Ile undertake;
This is the Lady, and I know her griefe
Arises from a sullen melancholly;
She has lost some friend, the sorrow of whose death
Hath turn'd her sanguine streames of bloud to black.
Dutch.
Black, lost, gone, sunke, fled, adieu, farewell,
The waves have quite undone poore Lucibell.
Mon.
Tush, I can cure this madnesse presently.
Man.
How learned Friend? restore her to her senses,
And the next thing that thou demand'st is thine.
Mon.
I know the perfect temper of her griefe.
Which that you may perceive Ile cure with Art;
I will raise up the Ghost of him she lov'd,
So like in all things you your selves shall sweare
It is the man.
Man.
Shall he appeare to us?
Mon.
Here to you all, but stir not, move no foot,
Take heed you do not question him too far,
But only heare and see, and stand aloofe.
Man.
But will he not afright us?
Mon.
Not a jot;
Looke to the Lady, Ile about my Art,
And send the Architector presently.
Exit.
Dutch.
Well, if I see him I will chide him so,
That he shall never drowne himselfe againe.
Man.
Is't possible this can be done by Art?
Or meanes he to delude us?
Dutch.
So it seemes, for I shall ne'r more see my Love again.
Man.
Sweet Lady be content.
Dutch.
You see I am.
The sound may give whole counsel to the sick,
Away, your counsell does encrease my paine,
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Enter Montecelso as a Ghost.
Ver.
He's come already.
Man.
Lord how like he is!
Would you not sweare it were the very man;
An admirable Artist! see he wafts the Lady.
Dutch.
Oh thou deare soule of my sweet Love deceas'd,
Ile follow thee.
Man.
Stir not, it is the Devill.
Dutch.
Spirit or fiend, his amorous shape so charmes,
Did he graspe hell I'd flie into his armes.
Exeunt.
Man.
The Devill hath born her hence, follow and rescue her.
Ver.
Not I my Lord, your Grace shall pardon me.
Man.
Oh what black trespasse hath she done 'gainst heaven
That she should thus be hurried quick to hell;
Now is she hopelesse, past recovery;
Ile hang that Conjures.
Ver.
Condemn him not before you see the event.
Man.
What can the event be but her utter losse?
Oh my faire Dutchess, if thou perish thus,
Ile make that base Inchanter curse this day,
For thy lost bloud his traiterous head shall pay—
Enter Montecelso.
Mon.
How cheeres my Lord, did you behold the Ghost?
Man.
We saw the Devill, but speake, where's the Dutchess?
Mon.
Safe in my Chamber, where before to morrow.
Your Grace shall see her perfectly recover'd,
Doubt not my Art; but there remaines, my Lord,
For you a further business, the strange Knight
Expects the Spanish Lady from your hand
In Saint Lauretta's Chappell, whither I promise
To bring your Lady perfectly recover'd.
Man.
See this done,
And the next thing that thou demand'st is thine.
Mon.
I shall make bold, my Lord, to claime your promise.
Man.
Claime it and take it.
Mon.
You'll trust her in my Chamber for this night,
For I must physick her.
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Do what thou pleasest, it highly shall content me;
Come, let's returne to Court, and there attend
Of our precedent feares a fortunate end.
Exeunt.
Mon.
Thou hast no part in that faire fortunate end,
It 'longs to me, and to my noble friend: Madam—
Enter Dutchesse.
Dutch.
Oh my deare Love how could you so delude
A Lady that with such intire affection
And zealous love admir'd and honour'd you!
Mon.
Of that no more; the Duke for this great cure
Hath promis'd me what I shall next demand,
I have a boone to aske, I have set on foot
Many strange plots which must their full effect
Receive this night, the Prince is to espouse
The faire Valentia by the Dukes free gift,
Florence, Ferrara, and Lord Iulio,
His Rivals, are about their severall tasks;
Something there remaines for me, amongst the rest,
And you to act out of these confusions,
We must devise our fortunes to secure,
And save that love that is so chaste and pure.
Exeunt. Hoboys.
A dumbe shew.
Enter at one Doore a Bishop, Mantua, and Verona, fetch Prospero and Valentia, Mantua makes some strange pauses, viewing the Lady exactly, at length (recalling his hand once or twice) troath-plights them, and so march over to the Church.
Enter Iulio like a Smith.
Iul.
In this disguise who can know Iulio now,
Or guesse the purpose that I have in hand?
This Paper tells me I shall find a doore
Left open to Valentia's amorous bed: here Ile waite
The happy end of my auspicious Fate—
Enter Florence as a Mason.
Flo.
So I am fitted so unwillingly
That I scarce know my selfe; yet as this Paper
Gives me directions may I find the Doore
Left open to me, I desire no more—
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Fer.
A Carpenter I should be, would this Apron
And Rule bring me to rule in Mantua
By marriage of the faire Valentia,
I should applaud my fortunes, and commend
The wise mans Art; this can imperious love,
Ent. Clo. and Guard.
Whose power hath oft transhap'd the gods above.
Clo.
You shall be transhap'd Ile warrant you, wee'l teach you
to take upon you other mens trades before you be free of their
Companies; if your Rule at your back will not rule you, we
will; stand close Gentlemen, and though we find them broad
awake, let's see if we can take them napping.
Iul.
The doore, according to to the wise-mans words,
I find wide open, Ile enter.
Fer.
Why pause I being so neare?
Flo.
Ile enter instantly, but soft, I am prevented.
Iul.
Company, now must I counterfeit to worke.
Fer.
To shun discovery,
Ile see how I can play the Carpenter.
Flo.
Now to my Masonry.
Iul.
Would I were ten Leagues off.
Clo.
Upon them Gentlemen, upon them, these be the underminers
I told you of, up with your Poleaxes and down with
them, see they have broken open a doore already, they shall be
arraigned of Burglary.
Iul.
Hold, hold, and heare us.
Clo.
Bumbaste them Gentlemen, currifeige them bravely,
heare them after; palt the Mason with stones, hammer the
Smith, & over-rule the Carpenter, come, away with 'em.
Exeunt.
Enter Verona.
Ver.
My Son is married to the Mantuan Princesse,
A Lady of that presence and opinion,
That it offends me not; but to prevent
Any offence that may be done to him,
Or injury to me, I have at hand
A Royall Army under Cosmos charge,
Our trusty and approved Counsellor,
To offer War or Peace—the Duke's at hand.
Exit. Florish.
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Man.
How naked is our Traine, that of our Courtiers,
So few attend this high solemnity?
Where's Florence? where's Ferrara? where's Lord Iulio?
That have not seen us given away this
Daughter I feare, for so my eye perswades;
Had I not in these keyes such confidence,
And in the strength of my large edifice,
I should not doubt to sweare, but these Ile trust,
When servants faile, keyes and stone-walls prove just.
Pro.
Thrice worthy sir, you have given me such a gift,
Should you impart you Dukedomes large revenew
It could not equal't; now your hand is past,
Which both your word and Church-rights have made fast.
Man.
'Twere best that I returne to see all safe,
And next enquire how my faire Dutchesse fares.
Pro.
Feare not my Lord, you have committed her
To his protection that undoubtedly
Will see to her recovery.
Man.
So we hope.
Pro.
Restore her to her senses and true feeling.
Man.
We doubt it not.
Pro.
And apt her thoughts for love.
Man.
That's all we covet.
Pro.
I have understood
By those that know him, so much hee'l make good.
Man.
Then are we truly happy—
Enter Clowne, Iulio, Florence, Ferrara.
Clo.
Roome for one good Subject that brings three bad Subjects
to answer Burglary before your Grace: see here my Lord,
here are three fellows that have good faces and are asham'd to
shew 'em, they seeme to be sound men, yet see if they do not
strive to looke scurvily?
Man.
What men are these? or how have they offended?
Why do they turne their heads thus and looke downwards?
Clo.
As if they had stolne a pudding.
Pro.
These faces I should know, my Lord of Florence,
Ferrara's Marquesse, and Lord Iulio;
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Bestow'd to grace our feast? my Bride and I
Are much bound to you.
Man.
These the men, perhaps they have some maske,
If so, let's see't.
Flo.
Compell me not to answer.
Fer.
Give me leave
To blush and be asham'd.
Iul.
Hell take the Conjurer.
Man.
My Lords, what meanes this antique? if you have
Some sport to shew us, pray my Lords let's have't.
Iul.
So, so.
Pro.
How well this sute becomes you! troth my Lord,
Might I advise you, I would still go thus;
Acquaint me with your Taylor.
Man.
Is this the newest fashion?
Iul.
Would I were in the Indies
Rather than here.
Man.
But tell me sirrah, what meanes this shew?
Clo.
Call you these Lords! no, they are Loones, they looke
more like Prentices than Princes; these are they that have beleaguered
your new Tower, and digg'd a hole through the wall,
that an Oxe or an Asse, blesse us, as big as your selfe may creepe
through; there's a doore made into your Daughters Tower
where she was kept, and the doore being left open she is flowne
away: Valentia is gone, she is gone, and these are they that had
their hands in the businesse.
Man.
Valentia gone, and by their practice lost!
Clo.
By theirs; when they were boring at the hole we took
them at it with their tooles out, we tooke them in the manner
before they could put up, and here we have brought them
to answer before your Grace, that you may freely punish their
weaknesse that would offer to go to your walls.
Man.
These injuries severely wee'l revenge,
But most on thee false Iulio, for her losse
Thy head shall pay.
Iul.
Pox of the Conjurer I say still.
Man.
Speake, where's Valentia, can you tell me?
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No.
Man.
Then for her losse your forfeit lives shall go;
Who can advise me best where I may find
Her I most lov'd, and hath prov'd most unkind.
Clo.
Might I advise your Grace, I would have you should do
as Archers do, that when they have lost an Arrow, shoot another
after it; so, my Lord, if you have ever another Lady or Mistris
about the Court, shoot her after your Daughter, that you
may either find one, or lose both.
Pro.
Good Counsell.
Man.
To him that can reduce her to her Tower,
Or put me in possession of her hand,
What grace our Power or Dukedome can command
Shall all be his.
Pro.
I take you at your word, see here my Lord.
Man.
This, this is the Spanish Lady.
Val.
She that spoke
In Spanish once is forc'd to change her tongue,
Pardon deare Father.
Man.
Ha! am I then o're-reach'd? is't possible
For all my Cost, Charge, Care, and diligence
A Wenches wit out-go me? could her subtiltie
Make way through that which not an Army could?
What should I say?
Clo.
Those Creatures that weare smocks
Will where they love pierce stone-wals, creep through locks;
Why thus you see, as well as we, a great man may be gull'd,
Woodcocks are meat, but not to eat untill that they be pull'd.
Ex.
Iul.
That private doore, my Lord, I now perceive
Was made by him.
Flo.
My Lord, remember you
The Ring you spied upon his finger once,
Then thinke upon the doore.
Fer.
You made us tosse the rushes
And seeke the Jewell, did you? Speake, what art thou
That thus hast gull'd the Duke?
Pro.
I am a Prince,
And every way thy equall.
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I would to heaven it were no worse.
Val.
He is no lesse my Lord, receive him then to grace.
Man.
Of Whence?
Pro.
Verona.
Man.
Mine enemy.
Pro.
Was't not a friendly part
To lodge your only child so neare my heart?
Val.
My Lord, remember he once sav'd your life,
And even for that deserves me for his wife.
Pro.
Now as a friend a friendly League I crave,
Take not away what you so freely gave.
Man.
I will pause upon't, although it be past help,
And see what we may punish, what forgive;
But now my only comfort is stor'd up
In the faire Dutchesse, if she gaine her health—
Ent. Dutch. and Mont.
And here she comes, I cannot choose but feare
So long as I behold yon Ghost so neare.
Fer.
That Conjurer
Is a rare Artist that can raise a shadow
So like unto the Substance.
Man.
Faire Dutchesse, art thou recover'd, speake?
Dutch.
Thanke heaven I am.
Man.
'Tis well done to have heaven still in thy thoughts
Being so neare a feind, come from that Devill.
Dutch.
Feare not my Lord, I am so arm'd with faith,
And love withall, he hath no power to hurt me.
Man.
Art thou well?
Dutch.
Yes my Lord, I am well.
Man.
Come from him, but art thou very well?
Dutch.
Very well my Lord I thanke you.
Man.
Perfectly well?
Dutch.
So well you cannot wish me better.
Man.
Come hither then.
Dutch.
I was of late but ill,
Then give me leave, my Lord, to keep my selfe
Well while I am well.
Mon.
That's with me my Lord.
Man.
Can the Ghost speake too.
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Speake, and talke, and walke,
Embrace and kisse.
Man.
I love no kissing Ghosts.
Flo.
Beleeve me, that Magician was a man
Of rare experience, and deserves great praise.
Fer.
Did he not say before what he should do,
That Ghost doth act his part exceedingly.
Man.
I say come from him, he's a spirit.
Dutch.
I do not love to do any thing but with a spirit.
Man.
He came out of hot hell.
Dutch.
Hee'l make the warmer bedfellow.
Mon.
Further than you have been, be not deceiv'd my Lord.
Man.
That's far enough already.
Mon.
I am the man I seem, no Architector,
But Cosin to that noble Gentleman
Prince Prospero, of the Duke Verona's Court,
That for this Dutchesse love have thrust my selfe
Into this imminent danger, as the Prince
Hath done the like for his Valentia;
You promis'd me, if I could cure this Lady,
The next thing I demanded, her I crave,
Whom if I truly merit let me have.
Man.
I have been gull'd on all sides, nor will I
Put up these injurious wrongs, you both shall dye—
Ent. Iul.
Iul.
To arms, to arms my Lord, for I descry
A potent Army marching before our walls,
And by their Colours flying they should be of Verona.
Man.
Be they from whence they will wee'l parley them;
Admit their Generall to an interview
Florish.
To know their cause of Arms—
Enter Verona.
Our Cinick turn'd a Souldier!
Pro.
Noble Father I crave your pardon.
Mon.
I the like my Lord.
Ver.
Stand on our party then whil'st I debate
Our purpose with this Duke; these Armes we levied
With no intent of wrong to Mantua,
But to secure our Son, and this his friend,
We do protest it is no worke of ours
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But since by heaven and fate they are united,
We rather wish they may their Loves enjoy,
Than what heaven seems to applaud we should destroy.
Man.
To plead in Armes is best way to prevaile,
Where still the weak'st must yield; since our own bloud
Hath had an equall share in this our wrong,
Why should we envy strangers, we will strive
From the worlds eye to hide this ominous scarre;
Heaven offers peace, why should we threaten war?
Each where they love joyne hands.
Pro.
Our hearts.
Val.
A sweet Conclusion.
Mon.
And now Madam Ile make you amends for mocking
you.
Dutch.
Great men are sometimes gull'd, but that's not common,
You have done more, for you have gull'd a woman.
Man.
Your Son, Verona, and his friend hath much
Outstrip'd us by their wit, but the best is
We are not gull'd alone,
You see your greatnesse is no priviledge
From those that have quick braines, but now all friends;
Verona we embrace, and thus attone
All our dissentions; Marriage shall conclude
What Armes hath menac'd; our united Dukedomes
Since by this happy fate they are agreed,
Wee'l strive which most in bounty shall exceed.
FINIS.
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