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Within,
Kill, kill, kill.
Alarum, Flo. Trumpets.
Ses.
Cruell beginnings meet with cruell ends;
And the best sacrifice to Heaven for peace,
Is tyrants blood: and those that stuck fast to him,
Flesh'd instruments in his commands to mischiefe,
With him dispatch'd.
Bots.
They are all cut off.
Ses.
Tis well.
All.
Thanks to the Duke of Sesse.
Ses.
Pay that to Heaven,
And for a generall joy, give generall thanks:
For blessings nere descend from Heaven, but when
A gratefull Sacrifice ascends from men.
To your devotion; leave me; there's a Scene,
Which I would act alone; yet you may stay,
For wanting just spectators, twill be nothing.
The rest forbeare me.
Citizens.
Liberty liberty, liberty.
Mar.
I would I were as far beneath the Centre,
As now I stand above it; how I tremble!
Thrice happy they that dyed; I dying live
To stand the whirlwind of a fathers fury.
Now it moves toward me.
Ses.
Thou, I want a name,
By which to stile thee: All articulate sounds
That do expresse the mischiefe of vile woman,
That are, or have been, or shall be, are weak
To speak thee to the height. Witch, parricide,
For thou, in taking leave of modesty,
Hast kild thy father, and his honour lost;
He's but a walking shadow, to torment thee.
To leave, and rob thy father; then set free
His foes, whose slavery he did prefer
Above all treasure, was a strong defeazance
To cut off, even the surest bonds of mercy.
After all this, having given up thy selfe,
Like to a sensuall beast, a slave to lust,
To play the whore, and then (high Heaven it racks me)
To finde out none to quench thy appetite,
But the most cruell King, whom next to Hell,
Thy father hated; and whose black imbraces
Thou shouldst have fled from, as the whips of furies;
What canst thou look for?
Enter Pandulph, and bodies borne on the Herse.
Mart.
Death; and tis not in you
To hurt me further: my old resolution,
Take now the place of feare; in this I liv'd,
In this Ile die, your daughter.
Pand.
Look but here;
You had, I know, a guilty hand in this;
Repent it Lady.
Mart.
Juliana dead?
And Virolet?
Pand.
by her unwilling hand.
Mart.
Fates you are equall. What can now fall on me,
That I wil shrink at? now unmov'd I dare
Look on your anger, and not bend a knee
To aske your pardon: let your rage run higher
Then billows rais'd up by a violent Tempest,
And be as that is, deafe to all intreaties:
They are dead, and I prepar'd; for in their fall
All my desires are sum'd up.
Ses.
Impudent too?
Die in it wretch.
Bots.
Stay sir.
Botsw. kils her.
Ses.
How dar'st thou villaine,
Snatch from my sword the honour of my justice?
Bots.
I never did you better service sir,
Yet have been ever faithfull. I confesse
That she deserv'd to die; but by whose hand?
Not by a fathers. Double all her guilt,
It could not make you innocent, had you done it.
In me tis murder, in you twere a crime
Heaven could not pardon. Witnesse that I love you,
And in that love I did it.
Ses.
Thou art Noble,
I thank thee for't; the thought of her die with her.
Ascan.
My turn is next: since she could finde no mercy,
What am I to expect?
Cit.
With one voyce, sir,
The Citizens salute you, with the stile
Of King of Naples.
Ses.
I must be excus'd,
The burden is too heavy for my shoulder,
Bestow it where tis due. Stand forth Ascanio,
It does belong to you; live long and weare it,
And warn'd by the example of your Unkle,
Learn that you are to govern men, not beasts:
And that it is a most improvident head,
That strives to hurt the limbs that do support it.
Give buriall to the dead; for me, and mine,
We wil again to Sea, and never know,
The place, which in my birth first gave me woe.
Exeunt.
Flor. Trumpets.
Kill, kill, kill.
Alarum, Flo. Trumpets.
Retreat.
Enter Sesse with Ferrands head, the Citizens, Master, Boteswain, Gunner, Souldiers, bringing in Ascanio and Martia.
Ses.
Cruell beginnings meet with cruell ends;
And the best sacrifice to Heaven for peace,
Is tyrants blood: and those that stuck fast to him,
Flesh'd instruments in his commands to mischiefe,
With him dispatch'd.
Bots.
They are all cut off.
Ses.
Tis well.
All.
Thanks to the Duke of Sesse.
Ses.
Pay that to Heaven,
And for a generall joy, give generall thanks:
For blessings nere descend from Heaven, but when
A gratefull Sacrifice ascends from men.
To your devotion; leave me; there's a Scene,
Which I would act alone; yet you may stay,
For wanting just spectators, twill be nothing.
The rest forbeare me.
Citizens.
Liberty liberty, liberty.
Mar.
I would I were as far beneath the Centre,
As now I stand above it; how I tremble!
Thrice happy they that dyed; I dying live
To stand the whirlwind of a fathers fury.
Now it moves toward me.
Ses.
Thou, I want a name,
By which to stile thee: All articulate sounds
That do expresse the mischiefe of vile woman,
That are, or have been, or shall be, are weak
To speak thee to the height. Witch, parricide,
For thou, in taking leave of modesty,
Hast kild thy father, and his honour lost;
He's but a walking shadow, to torment thee.
To leave, and rob thy father; then set free
His foes, whose slavery he did prefer
Above all treasure, was a strong defeazance
To cut off, even the surest bonds of mercy.
After all this, having given up thy selfe,
Like to a sensuall beast, a slave to lust,
To play the whore, and then (high Heaven it racks me)
To finde out none to quench thy appetite,
But the most cruell King, whom next to Hell,
Thy father hated; and whose black imbraces
Thou shouldst have fled from, as the whips of furies;
What canst thou look for?
Enter Pandulph, and bodies borne on the Herse.
Mart.
Death; and tis not in you
To hurt me further: my old resolution,
Take now the place of feare; in this I liv'd,
In this Ile die, your daughter.
Pand.
Look but here;
You had, I know, a guilty hand in this;
Repent it Lady.
Mart.
Juliana dead?
And Virolet?
Pand.
by her unwilling hand.
Mart.
Fates you are equall. What can now fall on me,
That I wil shrink at? now unmov'd I dare
Look on your anger, and not bend a knee
To aske your pardon: let your rage run higher
Then billows rais'd up by a violent Tempest,
And be as that is, deafe to all intreaties:
They are dead, and I prepar'd; for in their fall
All my desires are sum'd up.
Ses.
Impudent too?
Die in it wretch.
Bots.
Stay sir.
Botsw. kils her.
Ses.
How dar'st thou villaine,
Snatch from my sword the honour of my justice?
Bots.
I never did you better service sir,
Yet have been ever faithfull. I confesse
That she deserv'd to die; but by whose hand?
Not by a fathers. Double all her guilt,
It could not make you innocent, had you done it.
In me tis murder, in you twere a crime
Heaven could not pardon. Witnesse that I love you,
And in that love I did it.
Ses.
Thou art Noble,
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Ascan.
My turn is next: since she could finde no mercy,
What am I to expect?
Cit.
With one voyce, sir,
The Citizens salute you, with the stile
Of King of Naples.
Ses.
I must be excus'd,
The burden is too heavy for my shoulder,
Bestow it where tis due. Stand forth Ascanio,
It does belong to you; live long and weare it,
And warn'd by the example of your Unkle,
Learn that you are to govern men, not beasts:
And that it is a most improvident head,
That strives to hurt the limbs that do support it.
Give buriall to the dead; for me, and mine,
We wil again to Sea, and never know,
The place, which in my birth first gave me woe.
Exeunt.
Flor. Trumpets.
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