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Enter galeas and Iacomoga
gone saist thou, tis not possible, whattes hee draw«es»
breath dares rob, or riuall galeas in his loue
Iac:
whattes hee, nay a whole Company tis said
like ruffins came, and hurried her
ga:
to hell, has pluto yet more marrow left
but ere my lucrece bee his proserpine
Ile make all tartary too hott for him
Iac:
soe you may haue hot doinges
ga:
why not I
why not aswell as hercules to hell.
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rather as orpheus could yee harpe soe well
and better hope of bringing back yor loue
but shee's not there
ga:
a company saidst thou
what company soe sawcy to intrude
on my faire purchase, was not my great name
enough to scarre 'em and secure my lucrece
Iac:
yes very likeley had they knowne her yours
ga
oh Iacomo that wee two had bene there
and they had bene a region, thou knowst
I haue encounter'd wt h noe simple odes
and gone vntouch'd euen for my lucrece sake
I would haue ventur'd through a ffield of pikes
and passd a troope of best resolued spirittes
to disingage her from an hoast of men
but they are villeines contemptible & base
Iac:
for ought you know they may be gentlemen
ga:
for ought I know too thou mayst bee a villeine
and my falce ffrend and their Confederate
Iac:
haue you had soe long triall of my truth
and now grow iealous of yor Iacomo.
ga:
why shouldst thou then haue the least thought
that they were men yt wrong'd thy mr soe
much lesse of gentle bloud
Iac:
I haue bene yours
ga.
thou hast bene hetherto.
Iac
and euer shall
ga:
but thou to see me angry and then add
vnto my Collor
Iac:
ill done I confesse
ga:
haue noe good thought much lesse good word of such
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the worst they shalbe sure
ga:
thattes some revenge
though they haue scap't the rigor of or swordes
let 'em not scape the ranckour of or wordes
lettes raile at 'em an houre together
Iac:
sir till tomorrow morning if you please
ga:
such cosening Caytiffes, close cunning slaues
Iac:
barbarous base begotten busy knaues
ga:
nay for the letter miscreantes misbegot
thus to contriue
Iac:
worse to atchiue their plott
ga:
t'was a ded of darkenes
Iac:
twas a worke of hells
ga:
for iewes
Iac.
turkes
ga:
pagans
Iac:
and infidells, you raile at 'em, let mee put a
dog trick on 'em and rat em a little
ga:
doe good Iacomo
Iac:
rapscallion rascalls, ragamuffins rinnagadoes,
you riffraffrorers, had wee mett wt h you
you should haue felt or thick thwack terlery bounc[OMITTED]
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brauely discharg'd
Iac:
but gaue noe good report
thus must I to sooth his humor
confes against all reason truth and right
the swannes a crow and say the Crow is white
leaue leaue to raile, this getes mee noe reliefe
ga:
I had thought to haue chidd away some part of griefe
and it will not bee noe I must be madd
Iac:
see his mother
Enter Leonara:.
Mo:
troth I was too blame to take the old man vp soe short
good man hee had cause to doe't, but one onely daughter
and all the hope of his surviuing bloud
and that bereft him, twas not for nothing
my sonn soe slightly answer'd the other day
his mind was carried quite another way
Iac:
oh Madam wee are vndone, my mr s frantick
Mo:
blest heauens defend come sonn yor dinner wilbe cold
ga:
soe let it my heart's cold, my comfort cold, my
dinner cold, all's cold wt h mee
Mo
nay come good sonn
ga:
what to doe, to eat and Drinke, my stomack is too full
and has too much already to disgest
for other ffood I vtterly forsweare
Ile fly my Country, kindred and abiure
more to converse wt h man or woman kind
Ile call for death and if hee will not come
Ilerather liue mongst savages then men
for noe such savages on earth as men
Mo
why whattes the matter
Ia:
madam as I told you
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and is it loue hath such a hand of him
a Marchaun'tes daughter to bring thee to this
sonn I haue matches of more eminence
and fitter for thy greatnes promisd mee
what saist thou to the duke of orbins neece
the faire Gonzaga or fferrarae's heire
ga:
Ile to the desertes of Arabia
or kill my selfe, I thattes thee neerest way
Mo:
what saist thou galeas
ga:
that thou art a woman
Mo
art thou turn'd deuill
ga:
yes and thou my damme, and soe ffarewell
Mo:
stay thy lucretia comes
ga:
what mock mee too
Mo
dere sonn I mock thee not send but thy man
to the old Monastery and hee shall bring her
ga:
Iacomo, away, this very newes is new promethean fire
and giues mee life
and long enioy that life
doe what thou wilt thy mother condescendes
but let mee see the white sailes wauing out
or Ile anticipate, see here thy lucrece comes
Enter lucretia
Iac:
heres yor lucretia
ga:
behold my bewtious lucrece once agen
but soft my schoole mr s my mothers here
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then weele discourse and end 'em both at once
back to thy Cell, now I know where to find thee
I will not rest till I bee wt h my dere
Iacomo conduct her back agen
Mo
parted soe soone I hope hott loue's soone cold
ah ha my blind archer did yee make me blind
why heres nothing in this wench to like
Mo
nay thattes most certaine
ga
shee has a hanging lip
Mo
a tender ferret eye
ga
an austrian nose
Mo
a chinn too prominent
ga
a curtalld brow,
Mo:
indeed what good
ga:
why nothing nothing mother, hang her ffoot, let
her home againe, mother you talkd of matches
euen when you please, the sooner don the better
Mo
ffeare not my speed Ile presently dispatch
a man for vrbin
Exit
ga:
doe doe good mother
to fobb this old beldame, how I haue prophan̄d
lucretia'es bewty, but Ile tell her soone
and wee shall laugh to thinke the old woman's gone
to seeke a loue for him that needeth none
oh twas the onely way not such another
for mee to get the wench and gull my mother
Exit
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