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ACTVS III.

SCENA I.

Antonio, and Delio, Duchesse, Ferdinand, Bosola.
Ant.
Our noble friend (my most beloued Delio)
Oh, you haue bin a stranger long at Court,
Came you along with the Lord Ferdinand?

Del.
I did Sir, and how faires your noble Duchesse?

Ant.
Right fortunately well: She's an excellent
Feeder of pedegrees: since you last saw her,
She hath had two children more, a sonne, and daughter.

Del.
Me thinkes 'twas yester-day: Let me but wincke,
And not behold your face, which to mine eye
Is somewhat leaner, verily I should dreame
It were within this halfe houre.

Ant.
You haue not bin in Law, (friend Delio)
Nor in prison, nor a Suitor at the Court
Nor beg'd the reuersion of some great mans place,
Nor troubled with an old wife, which doth make
Your time so inseucibly hasten.

Del.
'Pray Sir tell me,
Hath not this newes arriu'd yet to the eare,
Of the Lord Cardinall?

Ant.
I feare it hath,
The Lord Ferdinand, (that's newly come to Court,)
Doth beare himselfe right dangerously.

Del.
Pray why?

Ant.
He is so quiet, that he seemes to sleepe
The tempest out (as Dormise do in Winter,)
Those houses, that are haunted, are most still,
Till the diuell be vp.

Del.
What say the common people.

Ant.
The common-rable, do directly say
She is a Strumpet.

Del.
And your grauer heades,
(Which would he pollitique) what censure they?

Ant.
They do obserue, I grow to infinite purchase
The leaft-hand way, and all suppose the Duchesse
Would amend it, if she could: For, say they
Great Princes, though they grudge their Officers
Should haue such large, and vnconfined meanes
To get wealth vnder them, will not complaine
Least thereby they should make them odious
Vnto the people, for other obligation
Of loue, or marriage, betweene her and me,
They neuer dreame off.

Del.
The Lord Ferdinand
Is going to bed.

Ferd.
I'll instantly to bed,
For I am weary: I am to be be-speake
A husband for you.

Duch.
For me (Sir?) 'pray who is't?

Ferd.
The great Count Malateste.

Duch.
Fie vpon him,
A Count? he's a meere sticke of sugar-candy,
(You may looke quite thorough him) when I choose
A husband, I will marry for your honour.

Ferd.
You shall do well in't: How is't (worthy Antonio?)

Duch.
But (Sir) I am to haue priuate conference with you,
About a scandalous report, is spread
Touching mine honour.

Ferd.
Let me be euer deafe to't:
One of Pasquils paper-bullets, court calumney,
A pestilent ayre, which Princes pallaces
Are seldome purg'd off: Yet, say that it were true,
I powre it in your bosome, my fix'd loue,
Would strongly excuse, extenuate, nay deny
Faults where they apparant in you: Goe be safe
In your owne innocency.

Duch.
Oh bless'd comfort,
This deadly aire is purg'd.

Exeunt.
Ferd.
Her guilt treads on
Hot burning cultures: Now Bosola,
How thriues our intelligence?

Bos.
(Sir) vncertainly,
'Tis rumour'd she hath had three bastards, but
By whom, we may go read i'th'Starres.

Ferd.
Why some
Hold opinion, all things are written there.

Bos.
Yes, if we could find Spectacles to read them,
I do suspect, there hath bin some Sorcery
Vs'd on the Duchesse.

Ferd.
Sorcery, to what purpose?

Bos.
To make her doate on some desertles fellow,
She shames to acknowledge.

Ferd.
Can your faith, giue way
To thinke there's powre in potions, or in Charmes,
To make vs loue, whether we will or no?

Bos.
Most certainely.

Ferd.
Away, these are meere gulleries, horred things
Inuented by some cheating mounte-banckes
To abuse vs: Do you thinke that hearbes, or charmes
Can force the will? Some trialls haue bin made
In this foolish practise; but the ingredients
Were lenatiue poysons, such as are of force
To make the patient mad; and straight the witch
Sweares (by equiuocation, they are in loue.
The witch-craft lies in her rancke bood: this night
I will force confession from her: You told me
You had got (within these two dayes) a false key
Into her Bed-chamber.

Bos.
I haue.

Ferd.
As I would wish.

Bos.
What doe you intend to doe?

Ferd.
Can you ghesse?

Bos.
No:

Ferd.
Doe not aske then:
He that can compasse me, and know my drifts,
May say he hath put a girdle 'bout the world,
And sounded all her quick-sands.

Bos.
I doe not
Thinke so.

Ferd.
What doe you thinke then? pray?

Bos.
That you are
Your owne Chronicle too much: and grosly
Flatter your selfe.

Ferd.
Giue me thy hand, I thanke thee:
I neuer gaue Pention but to flatterers,
Till I entertained thee: farewell,
That Friend a Great mans ruine strongely checks,
Who railes into his beliefe, all his defects.

Exeunt.

SCENA. II.

Dutchesse, Antonio, Cariola, Ferdinand, Bosola, Officers.
Dutch.
Bring me the Casket hither, and the Glasse;
You get no lodging here, to night (my Lord.)

Ant.
Indeed, I must perswade one:

Duch.
Very good:
I hope in time 'twill grow into a custome,
That Noble men shall come with cap, and knee,
To purchase a nights lodging, of their wiues.

Ant.
I must lye here.

Dutch.
Must? you are a Lord of Misse-rule.

Ant.
Indeed, my Rule is onely in the night.

Dutch.
To what vse will you put me,

Ant.
Wee'll sleepe together:

Dutch.
Alas, what pleasure can two Louers find in sleepe?

Car.
My Lord, I lye with her often: and I know
She'll much disquiet you:

Ant.
See, you are complain'd of.

Car.
For she's the sprawlingst bedfellow.

Ant.
I shall like her the better for that.

Car.
Sir, shall I aske you a question?

Ant.
I pray thee Cariola.

Car.
Wherefore still when you lie with my Lady
Doe you rise so early?

Ant.
Labouring men,
Count the Clocke oftnest Cariola,
Are glad when their task's ended.

Duch.
I'll stop your mouth.

Ant.
Nay, that's but one, Venus had two soft Doues
To draw her Chariot: I must haue another:
When wilt thou marry, Cariola?

Car.
Neuer (my Lord.)

Ant.
O fie vpon this single life: forgoe it:
We read how Daphne, for her peeuish slight
Became a fruitlesse Bay-tree: Siriux turn'd
To the pale empty Reede: Anaxarate
Was frozen into Marble: whereas those
Which married, or prou'd kind vnto their friends
Were, by a gracious influence, transhap'd
Into the Oliffe, Pomgranet, Mulbery:
Became Flowres, precious Stones, or eminent Starres.

Car.
This is a vaine Poetry: but I pray you tell me,
If there were propos'd me, Wisdome, Riches, and Beauty,
In three seuerall young men, which should I choose?

Ant.
'Tis a hard question: This was Paris case
And he was blind in't, and there was great cause:
For how was't possible he could iudge right,
Hauing three amorous Goddesses in view,
And they starcke naked: 'twas a Motion
Were able to be-night the apprehention
Of the seueerest Counsellor of Europe.
Now I looke on both your faces, so well form'd
It puts me in mind of a question, I would aske.

Car.
What is't?

Ant.
I doe wonder why hard-fauour'd Ladies
For the most part, keepe worse-fauour'd waieting women,
To attend them, and cannot endure faire-ones.

Duch.
Oh, that's soone answer'd.
Did you euer in your life know an ill Painter
Desire to haue his dwelling next doore to the shop
Of an excellent Picture-maker? 'twould disgrace
His face-making, and vndoe him: I pre-thee
When were we so merry? my haire tangles.

Ant.
'Pray-thee (Cariola) let's steale forth the roome,
And let her talke to her selfe: I haue diuers times
Seru'd her the like, when she hath chafde extreamely:
I loue to see her angry: softly Cariola.

Exeunt.
Duch.
Doth not the colour of my haire 'gin to change?
When I waxe gray, I shall haue all the Court
Powder their haire, with Arras, to be like me:
You haue cause to loue me, I entred you into my heart
Before you would vouchsafe to call for the keyes.
We shall one day haue my brothers take you napping:
Me thinkes his Presence (being now in Court)
Should make you keepe your owne Bed: but you'll say
Loue mixt with feare, is sweetest: I'll assure you
You shall get no more children till my brothers
Consent to be your Ghossips: haue you lost your tongue? 'tis welcome:
For know whether I am doomb'd to liue, or die,
I can doe both like a Prince.

Ferdinand giues her a ponyard.
Ferd.
Die then, quickle:
Vertue, where art thou hid? what hideous thing
Is it, that doth ecclipze thee?

Duch.
'Pray sir heare me:

Ferd.
Or is it true, thou art but a bare name,
And no essentiall thing?

Duch.
Sir:

Ferd.
Doe not speake.

Duch.
No sir:
I will plant my soule in mine eares, to heare you.

Ferd.
Oh most imperfect light of humaine reason,
That mak'st so vnhappy, to fore see
What we can least preuent: Pursue thy wishes:
And glory in them: there's in shame no comfort,
But to be past all bounds, and sence of shame.

Duch.
I pray sir, heare me: I am married,

Ferd.
So:

Duch.
Happily, not to your liking: but for that
Alas: your sheeres doe come vntimely now
To clip the birds wings, that's already flowne:
Will you see my Husband?

Ferd.
Yes, if I
Could change eyes with a Basilisque:

Duch.
Sure, you came hither
By his consideracy.

Ferd.
The howling of a Wolfe
Is musicke to the (schrech-Owle) pre'thee peace:
What ere thou art, that hast enioy'd my sister,
(For I am sure thou hearst me) for thine owne sake
Let me not know thee: I came hither, prepar'd
To worke thy discouery: yet am now perswaded
It would beget such violent effects
As would dampe vs both: I would not for ten Millions
I had beheld thee: therefore vse all meanes
I neuer may haue knowledge of thy name;
Enioy thy lust still, and a wretched life,
On that condition: And for thee (vilde woman,)
If thou doe wish thy Leacher may grow old
In thy Embracements, I would haue thee build
Such a roome for him, as our Anchorites
To holier vse enhabite: Let not the Sunne
Shine on him, till he's dead: Let Dogs, and Monkeys
Onely conuerse with him, and such dombe things
To whom Nature denies vse, to sound his name.
Doe not keepe a Paraqueto, least she learne it;
If thou doe loue him, cut out thine owne tongue
Least it bewray him.

Duch.
Why might not I marry?
I haue not gone about, in this, to create
Any new world, or custome.

Ferd.
Thou art vndone:
And thou hast ta'ne that massiy sheete of lead
That hid thy husbands bones, and foulded it
About my heart.

Dutch.
Mine bleedes for't.

Ford.
Thine? thy heart?
What should I nam't, vnlesse a hollow bullet
Fill'd with vnquenchable wild-fire?

Dutch.
You are, in this
Too strict: and were you not my Princely brother
I would say to wilfull: My reputation
Is safe.

Ferd.
Dost thou know what reputation is
I'll tell thee, to small purpose, since th'instruction
Comes now too late:
Vpon a time Reputation, Loue, and Death,
Would trauell ore the world: and itwas concluded
That they should part, and take three seuerall wayes:
Death told them, they should find him in great Battailes:
Or Cities plagu'd with plagues: Loue giues them councell
To enquire for him 'mongst vnambitious shepheards,
Where dowries were not talk'd of: and sometimes
'Mongst quiet kindred, that had nothing left
By their dead Parents: stay (quoth Reputation)
Doe not forsake me: for it is my nature
If once I part from any man I meete
I am neuer found againe: And so, for you:
You haue shooked hands with Reputation,
And made him inuisible: So fare you well.
I will neuer see you more.

Dutch.
Why should onely I,
Of all the other Princes of the World
Be cas'de-vp, like a holy Relique? I haue youth,
And a litle beautie.

Ferd.
So you haue some Virgins,
That are Witches: I will neuer see thee more.

Exit.
Dutch.
You saw this apparition,

Enter Antonio with a Pistoll.
Ant.
Yes: we are
Betraid; how came he hither? I should turne
This, to thee, for that.

Car.
Pray sir doe: and when
That you haue cleft my heart, you shall read there,
Mine innocence:

Dutch.
That Gallery gaue him entrance.

Ant.
I would this terrible thing would come againe,
That (standing on my Guard) I might relate
My warrantable loue: ha, what meanes this?

Dutch.
He left this with me:

she shewes the poniard.
Ant.
And it seemes, did wish
You would vse it on your selfe?

Dutch.
His Action
Seem'd to intend so much.

Ant.
This hath a handle to't,
As well as a point, turne it towards him,
And so fasten the keene edge, in his rancke gall:
How now? who knocks? more Earthquakes?

Dutch.
I stand
As if a Myne, beneath my feete, were ready
To be blowne vp.

Car.
'Tis Bosola:

Dutch.
Away,
Oh misery, me thinkes vniust actions
Should weare these masques, and curtaines; and not we:
You must instantly part hence: I haue fashion'd it already.

Ex. Ant.
Bos.
The Duke your brother is ta'ne vp in a whirlewind
Hath tooke horse, and's rid poast to Rome.

Dutch.
So late?

Bos.
He told me, (as he mounted into th'sadle,)
You were vndone.

Dutch.
Indeed, I am very neere it.

Bos.
What's the matter?

Dutch.
Antonio, the master of our house-hold
Hath dealt so falsely with me, in's accounts:
My brother stood engag'd with me for money
Ta'ne vp of certaine Neopolitane Iewes,
And Antonio let's the Bonds be forfeyt.

Bos.
Srange: this is cunning:

Dutch.
And hereupon
My brothers Bills at Naples are protested
Against: call vp our Officers.

Bos.
I shall.

Exit.
Dutch.
The place that you must flye to, is Ancona,
Hire a house there. I'll send after you
My Treasure, and my Iewlls: our weake safetie
Runnes vpon engenous wheeles: short sillables,
Must stand for periods: I must now accuse you
Of such a fained crime, as Tasso calls
Magnanima Mensogna: a Noble Lie,
'Cause it must shield our honors: harke they are comming.

Ant.
Will your Grace heare me?

Dutch.
I haue got well by you: you haue yeelded me
A million of losse; I am like to inherit
The peoples curses for your Stewardship:
You had the tricke, in Audit time to be sicke,
Till I had sign'd your Quietus; and that cur'de you
Without helpe of a Doctor. Gentlemen,
I would haue this man be an example to you all:
So shall you hold my fauour: I pray let him;
For h'as done that (alas) you would not thinke of,
And (because I intend to be rid of him)
I meane not to publish: vse your fortune else-where.

Ant.
I am strongely arm'd to brooke my ouer-throw,
As commonly men beare with a hard yeere:
I will not blame the cause on't; but doe thinke
The necessitie of my maleuolent starre
Procures this, not her humour: O the inconstant,
And rotten ground of seruice, you may see:
'Tis eu'n like him, that in a winter night
Takes a long slumber, ore a dying fire;
A-loth to part from't: yet parts thence as cold,
As when he first sat downe.

Dutch.
We doe confiscate
(Towards the satisfying of your accounts)
All that you haue.

Ant.
I am all yours: and 'tis very fit
All mine should be so.

Dutch.
So, sir; you haue your Passe.

Ant.
You may see (Gentlemen) what 'tis to serue
A Prince with body, and soule.

Exit.
Bos.

Heere's an example, for extortion; what moysture, is
drawne out of the Sea, when fowle weather comes, powres downe,
and runnes into the Sea againe.

Dutch.
I would know what are your opinions
Of this Antonio.

2. Offi.
He could not abide to see a Pigges head gaping,
I thought your Grace would finde him a Iew:

3. Offi.
I would you had bin his Officer, for your owne sake.

4. Offi.
You would haue had more money.

1. Offi.
He stop'd his eares with blacke wooll: and to (those came
To him for money) said he was thicke of hearing.

2.Offi.
Some said he was an hermophrodite, for he could not abide a woman.

4. Offi.
How scuruy prowd he would looke, when the Treasury was full:
Well, let him goe:

1. Offi.
Yes, and the chippings of the Buttrey fly after him,
To scowre his gold Chaine.

Exeunt.
Dutch.
Leaue vs: what doe you thinke of these?

Bos.
That these are Rogues; that in's prosperitie,
But to haue waited on his fortune, could haue vvish'd
His durty Stirrop riuited through their noses:
And follow'd after's Mule, like a Beare in a Ring.
Would haue prostituted their daughters, to his Lust:
Made their first-borne and Intelligencers: thought none happy
But such as vvere borne vnder his bless'd Plannet:
And vvore his Liuory: and doe these Lyce drop off now?
Well, neuer looke to haue the like againe;
He hath left a sort of flattring rogues, behind him,
Their doombe must follow: Princes pay flatterers,
In their owne money: Flatterers dissemble their vices,
And they dissemble their lies, that's Iustice:
Alas, poore gentleman,

Duch.
Poore? he hath amply fill'd his cofers.

Bos.
Sure he was too honest: Pluto the god of riches,
When he's sent (by Iupiter) to any man
He goes limping, to signifie that wealth
That comes on god's name, comes slowly, but when he's sent
One the diuells arrand, he rides poast, and comes in by scuttles:
Let me shew you, what a most vnualu'd iewell,
You haue (in a wanton humour) throwne away,
To blesse the man shall find him: He was an excellent
Courtier, and most faithfull, a souldier, that thought it
As beastly to know his owne value too little,
As deuillish to acknowledge it too much,
Both his vertue, and forme, deseru'd a farre better fortune:
His discourse rather delighted to iudge it selfe, then shew it selfe.
His breast was fill'd with all perfection,
And yet it seem'd a priuate whispring roome.
It made so little noyse of't.

Duch.
But he was basely descended.

Bos.
Will you make your selfe a mercinary herald,
Rather to examine mens pedegrees, then vertues?
You shall want him,
For know an honest states-man to a Prince,
Is like a Cedar, planted by a Spring,
The Spring bathes the trees roote, the gratefull tree,
Rewards it with his shadow: you haue not done so,
I would sooner swim to the Bermoothes on two Politisians
Rotten bladders, tide together with an Intelligencers hart-string
Then depend on so changeable a Princes fauour.
Fare-thee-well (Antonio) since the mallice of the world
Would needes downe with thee, it cannot be sayd yet
That any ill happened vnto thee, considering thy fall,
Was accompanied with vertue.

Duch.
Oh, you render me excellent Musicke.

Bos.
Say you?

Duch.
This good one that you speake of, is my husband.

Bos.
Do I not dreame? can this ambitious age
Haue so much goodnes in't, as to prefer
A man, meerely for worth: without these shadowes
Of wealth, and painted honors? possible?

Duch.
I haue had three children by him.

Bos.
Fortunate Lady,
For you haue made your priuate nuptiall bed
The humble, and faire Seminary of peace,
No question but: many an vnbenific'd Scholler
Shall pray for you, for this deed, and reioyce
That some preferment in the world can yet
Arise from merit. The virgins of your land
(That haue no dowries) shall hope, your example
Will raise them to rich husbands: Should you want
Souldiers 'twould make the very Turkes and Moores
Turne Christians, and serue you for this act.
Last, the neglected Poets of your time,
(In honour of this trophee of a man,
Rais'd by that curious engine, (your white hand)
Shall thanke you, in your graue for't; and make that
More reuerend then all the Cabinets
Of liuing Princes: For Antonio
His fame, shall likewise flow, from many a pen,
When Heralds shall want coates, to sell to men.

Duch.
As I taste comfort, in this friendly speech,
So would I finde concealement,

Bos.
O the secret of my Prince,
Which I will weare on th'in-side of my heart.

Duch.
You shall take charge of all my coyne, and iewels,
And follow him, for he retires himselfe
To Ancona.

Bos.
So.

Duch.
Whether, within few dayes,
I meane to follow thee.

Bos.
Let me thinke:
I would wish your Grace, to faigne a Pilgrimage
To our Lady of Loretto, (scarce seauen leagues
From faire Ancona) so may you depart
Your Country, with more honour, and your flight
Will seeme a Princely progresse, retaining
Your vsuall traine about you.

Duch.
Sir, your direction
Shall lead me, by the hand.

Car.
In my opinion,
She were better progresse to the bathes
At Leuca, or go visit the Spaw
In Germany, for (if you will beleeue me)
I do not like this iesting with religion,
This faigned Pilgrimage.

Duch.
Thou art a superstitious foole,
Prepare vs instantly for our departure:
Past sorrowes, let vs moderately lament them,
For those to come, seeke wisely, to preuent them.

Exit.
Bos.
A Polititian is the diuells quilted anvell,
He fashions all sinnes on him, and the blowes
Are neuer heard, he may worke in a Ladies Chamber,
(As here for proofe) what rests, but I reueale
All to my Lord? oh, this base quality
Of Intelligencer? why, euery Quality i'th'world
Preferres but gaine, or commendation:
Now for this act, I am certaine to be rais'd,
“And men that paint weedes, (to the life) are prais'd.

Exit.

SCENA III.

Cardinall, Ferdinand, Mallateste, Pescara, Siluio, Delio, Bosola.
Card.
Must we turne Souldier then?

Mal.
The Emperour,
Hearing your worth that way, (ere you attain'd
This reuerend garment,) ioynes you in commission
With the right fortunate souldier, the Marquis of Pescara,
And the famous Lanoy.

Card.
He that had the honour
Of taking the French King Prisoner?

Mal.
The same,
Here's a plot drawne, for a new Fortification,
At Naples.

Ferd.
This great Count Malastete, I perceiue
Hath got employment?

Del.
No employment (my Lord)
A marginall note in the muster-booke, that he is
A voluntary Lord.

Ferd.
He's no Souldier?

Del.
He ha's worne gun-powder, in's hollow tooth, for the tooth-ache.

Sil.
He comes to the leaguer, with a full intent,
To eate fresh beefe, and garlicke, meanes to stay
Till the sent begon, and straight returne to Court.

Del.
He hath read all the late seruice,
As the City Chronicle relates it,
And keepe two Pewterers going, onely to expresse
Battailes in modell.

Sil.
Then hel; fight by the booke.

Del.
By the Almanacke, I thinke
To choose good dayes, and shun the Criticall,
That's his mistris skarfe.

Sil.
Yes, he protests
He would do much for that taffita,

Del.
I thinke he would run away from a battaile
To saue it from taking prisoner.

Sil.
He is horribly afraid,
Gun-powder will spoile the perfume on't,

Del.
I saw a Duch-man breake his pate once
For calling him pot-gun, he made his head
Haue a boare in't, like a musket.

Sil.
I would he had made a touch-hole to't.
He is indeede a guarded sumpter-cloath
Onely for the remooue of the Court.

Pes.
Bosola arriu'd? what should be the businesse?
Some falling out amongst the Cardinalls.
These factions amongst great men, they are like
Foxes, when their heads are deuided
They carry fire in their tailes, and all the Country
About them, goes to wracke for't.

Sil.
What's that Bosola?

Del.
I knew him in Padua, a fantasticall scholler,
Like such, who studdy to know how many knots was in
Hercules club, of what colour Achilles beard was,
Or whether Hector were not troubled with the tooth-ach,
He hath studdied himselfe halfe bleare-ei'd, to know the
True semitry of Cæsars nose by a shooing-horne, and this
He did to gaine the name of a speculatiue man.

Pes.
Marke Prince Ferdinand,
A very Salamander liues in's eye,
To mocke the eager violence of fire.

Sil.
That Cardinall hath made more bad faces with his oppression
Then euer Michael Angelo made good ones,
He lifts vp's nose, like a fowle Por-pisse before a storme,

Pes.
The Lord Ferdinand laughes.

Del.
Like a deadly Cannon,
That lightens ere it smoakes.

Pes.
These are your true pangues of death,
The pangues of life, that strugle with great states-men,

Del.
In such a deformed silence, witches whisper their charmes.

Card.
Doth she make religion her riding hood
To keepe her from the sun, and tempest?

Ferd.
That: that damnes her: Me thinkes her fault, and
Beauty blended together, shew like leaprosie
The whiter, the fowler: I make it a question
Whether her beggerly brats were euer christned.

Card.
I will instantly sollicite the state of Ancona
To haue them banish'd.

Ferd.
You are for Loretto?
I shall not be at your Ceremony: fare you well,
Write to the Duke of Malfy, my yong Nephew,
She had by her first husband, and acquaint him,
With's mothers honesty.

Bos.
I will.

Ferd.
Antonio?
A slaue, that onely smell'd of yncke, and coumpters,
And neu'r in's like, look'd like a Gentleman,
But in the audit time, go, go presently,
Draw me out an hundreth and fifty of our horse,
And meete me at the fort-bridge.

Exeunt.

SCENA IIII.

Two Pilgrimes to the Shrine of our Lady of Loretto.
1. Pilg.
I haue not seene a goodlier Shrine then this,
Yet I haue visited many.

2. Pilg.
The Cardinall of Arragon
Is, this day to resigne his Cardinals hat,
His sister Duchesse likewise is arriu'd
To pay her vow of Pilgrimage, I expect
A noble Ceremony.

1. Pilg.
No question:—They come.

Here the Ceremony of the Cardinalls enstalment, in the habit a Souldier: perform'd in deliuering vp his Crosse, Hat, Robes, and Ring, at the Shrine; and inuesting him with Sword, Helmet, Sheild, and Spurs: Then Antonio, the Duchesse, and their Children, (hauing presented themselues at the Shrine) are (by a forme of Banishment in dumbe-shew, expressed towards them by the Cardinall, and the State of Ancona) banished: During all which Ceremony, this Ditty is sung (to very sollemne Musique) by diuers Church-men; and then Exeunt.

1.Pilg.
Here's a strange turne of state, who would haue thought
So great a Lady, would haue match'd her selfe
Vnto so meane a person? yet the Cardinall
Beares himselfe much too cruell.

2. Pilg.
They are banish'd.

1. Pilg.
But I would aske what power hath this state
Of Ancona, to determine of a free Prince?

2. Pilg.
They are a free state sir, and her brother shew'd
How that the Pope fore-hearing of her loosenesse,
Hath seaz'd into th'protection of the Church
The Dukedome, which she held as dowager.

1. Pil.
But by what iustice?

2. Pilg.
Sure I thinke by none,
Only her brothers instigation.

1. Pilg.
What was it, with such violence he tooke
Of from her finger?

2. Pil.
'Twas her wedding ring,
Which he vow'd shortly he would sacrifice
To his reuenge.

1. Pilg.
Alasse Antonio,
If that a man be thrust into a well,
No matter who sets hand to't, his owne weight
Will bring him sooner to th'bottome: Come, let's hence.
Fortune makes this conclusion generall,
“All things do helpe th'unhappy man to fall.

Exeunt.

SCENA V.

Antonio, Duchesse, Children, Cariola, Seruants, Bosola, Souldiers, with Vizards.
Duch.
Banish'd Ancona?

Ant.
Yes, you see what powre
Lightens in great mens breath.

Duch.
Is all our traine
Shrunke to this poore remainder?

Ant.
These poore men,
(Which haue got little in your seruice) vow
To take your fortune: But your wiser buntings
Now they are fledg'd are gon.

Duch.
They haue done wisely,
This puts me in minde of death, Physitians thus,
With their hands full of money, vse to giue ore
Their Patients.

Ant.
Right the fashion of the world,
From decaide fortunes, euery flatterer shrinkes,
Men cease to build, where the foundation sinkes.

Duch.
I had a very strange dreame to night.

Ant.
What was't?

Duch.
Me thought I wore my Coronet of State,
And on a sudaine all the Diamonds
Were chang'd to Pearles.

Ant.
My Interpretation
Is, you'll weepe shortly, for to me, the pearles
Doe signifie your teares:

Dutch.
The Birds, that liue i'th field
On the wilde benefit of Nature, liue
Happier then we; for they may choose their Mates,
And carroll their sweet pleasures to the Spring:

Bos.
You are happily ore-ta'ne.

Duch.
From my brother?

Bos.
Yes, from the Lord Ferdinand; your brother,
All loue, and safetie

Dutch.
Thou do'st blanch mischiefe
Wouldst make it white: See, see; like to calme weather
At Sea, before a tempest, false hearts speake faire
To those they intend most mischiefe.
A Letter.

Send Antonio to me; I want his head in a busines: (a politicke equiuocation)

He doth not want your councell, but your head;
That is, he cannot sleepe till you be dead.
And here's annother Pitfall, that's strew'd ore
With Roses: marke it, 'tis a cunning one.
I stand ingaged for your husband, for seuerall debts at Naples: let not
That trouble him, I had rather haue his heart, then his mony.
And I beleeue so too.

Bos.
What doe you beleeue?

Dutch.
That he so much distrusts my husbands loue,
He will by no meanes beleeue his heart is with him
Vntill he see it: The Diuell is not cunning enough
To circumuent vs in Ridles.

Bos.
Will you reiect that noble, and free league
Of amitie, and loue which I present you?

Dutch.
Their league is like that of some politick Kings
Onely to make themselues of strength, and powre
To be our after-ruine: tell them so;

Bos.
And what from you?

Ant.
Thus tell him: I will not come.

Bos.
And what of this.

Ant.
My brothers haue dispers'd
Blood-hounds abroad; which till I heare are muzell'd
No truce, though hatch'd with nere such politick skill
Is safe, that hangs vpon our enemies will.
I'll not come at them.

Bos.
This proclaimes your breeding.
Euery small thing, drawes a base mind to feare:
As the Adamant drawes yron: fare you well sir,
You shall shortly heare from's.

Exit.
Dutch.
I suspect some Ambush:
Therefore by all my loue; I doe coniure you
To take your eldest sonne, and flye towards Millaine;
Let vs not venture all this poore remainder
In one vnlucky bottom.

Ant.
You councell safely:
Best of my life, farewell: Since we must part
Heauen hath a hand in't: but no otherwise,
Then as some curious Artist, takes in sunder
A Clocke, or Watch, when it is out of frame
To bring't in better order.

Dutch.
I know not which is best,
To see you dead, or part with you: Farewell Boy,
Thou art happy, that thou hast not vnderstanding
To know thy misery: For all our wit
And reading, brings vs to a truer sence
Of sorrow: In the eternall Church, Sir,
I doe hope we shall not part thus.

Ant.
Oh, be of comfort,
Make Patience a noble fortitude:
And thinke not how vnkindly we are vs'de:
“Man (like to Cassia) is prou'd best, being bruiz'd.

Dutch.
Must I like to a slaue-borne Russian,
Account it praise to suffer tyranny?
And yet (O Heauen) thy heauy hand is in't.
I haue seene my litle boy, oft scourge his top,
And compar'd my selfe to't: naught made me ere go right,
But Heauens scourge-sticke.

Ant.
Doe not weepe:
Heauen fashion'd vs of nothing: and we striue,
To bring our selues to nothing: farewell Cariola,
And thy sweet armefull: if I doe neuer see thee more,
Be a good Mother to your litle ones,
And saue them from the Tiger: fare you well.

Duch.
Let me looke vpon you once more: for that speech
Came from a dying father: your kisse is colder
Then that I haue seene an holy Anchorite
Giue to a dead mans skull.

Ant.
My heart is turnde to a heauy lumpe of lead,
With which I sound my danger: fare you well.

Exit.
Duch.
My Laurell is all withered.

Car.
Looke (Madam) what a troope of armed men
Make toward vs.

Enter Bosola with a Guard.
Duch.
O, they are very welcome:
When Fortunes wheele, is ouer-charg'd with Princes,
The waight makes it moue swift. I would haue my ruine
Be sudden: I am your aduenture, am I not.

Bos.
You are, you must see your husband no more,

Duch.
What Diuell art thou, that counterfeits heauens thunder?

Bos.
Is that terrible? I would haue you tell me
Whether is that note worse, that frights the silly birds
Out of the corne, or that which doth allure them
To the nets? you haue hearkned to the last too much.

Duch.
O misery: like to a rusty ore-char'd Cannon,
Shall I neuer flye in peeces? come: to what Prison?

Bos.
To none:

Duch.
Whether then?

Bos.
To your Pallace.

Duch.
I haue heard that Charons boate, serues to conuay
All ore the dismall Lake, but brings none backe againe.

Bos.
Your brothers meane you, safety, and pitie.

Dutch.
Pitie? with such a pitie men preserue aliue
Pheasants, and Quailes, when they are not fat enough
To be eaten.

Bos.
These are your children?

Dutch
Yes:

Bos.
Can they pratle?

Dutch.
No:
But I intend, since they were borne accurs'd;
Cursses shall be their first language.

Bos.
Fye (Madam)
Forget this base, low-fellow.

Dutch.
Were I a man:
I'll'd beat that counterfeit face, into thy other

Bos.
One of no Birth.

Dutch.
Say that he was borne meane.
Man is most happy, when's owne actions
Be arguments, and examples of his Vertue.

Bos.
A barren, beggerly vertue.

Dutch.
I pre-thee who is greatest, can you tell?
Sad tales befit my woe: I'll tell you one.
A Salmon, as she swam vnto the Sea,
Met with a Dog-fish; who encounters her
With this rough language: why art thou so bold
To mixe thy selfe with our high state of floods
Being no eminent Courtier, but one
That for the calmest, and fresh time o'th' yeere
Do'st liue in shallow Riuers, rank'st thy selfe
With silly Smylts, and Shrympes? and darest thou
Passe by our Dog-ship, without reuerence?
O (Quoth the Salmon) sister, be at peace:
Thanke Iupiter, we both haue pass'd the Net,
Our value neuer can be truely knowne,
Till in the Fishers basket we be showne,
I'th' Market then my price may be the higher,
Euen when I am neerest to the Cooke, and fire.
So, to Great men, the Morrall may be stretched.
”Men oft are valued high, when th'are most wretch'd.
But come: whether you please: I am arm'd 'gainst misery:
Bent to all swaies of the Oppressors will.
There's no deepe Valley, but neere some great Hill.

Ex.