 | The Second Maiden's Tragedy |  |
Enter Tyrant with Attendauntes.
Ty.
In vaine my Spirit wrastles wt h my blood
affection wilbe mistris here on earthe,
the howse is hers, the Sowle is but a tenaunt,
I ha taskt my self but wt h the Abstinence
of one poore howre, yet cannot conquer that
I cannot keep from sight of her so longe
I starue myne eye to much, goe bring her forth
as we haue cawsde her bodie to be deckt
in all the glorious Ritches of our pallace;
our mynde has felt a famyne for the tyme
All comfort has bin deere and scarce wt h vs
the tymes are allterd since, strike on sweet hermonye
ii. MUSICK
A brauer world comes toward vs
They bringe the Body in a Chaire drest vp in a black veluet which setts out the pailenes of the handes and face, And a faire Chayne of pearle crosse her brest and the Crucyfex aboue it; He standes silent awhile letting the Musique play, becknyng the soldiers that bringe her in to make obeisaunce to her, and he hym self makes a lowe honour to the body and kisses the hande
A song within in Voyces.
Song.
O what is Beauty thats so much adored
A flattring glass that cozens her beholders,
one Night of death makes it looke pale and horred
The Daynty preseru'd flesh how soone it molders
To loue it lyuinge it bewitcheth manye
But after life is seldome heard of any.
1 Sold.
[By this hand, mere Idolatrie, I make Curtsy]
[to my damnation, I haue learnt so much]
[thoe I could neuer knowe the meaninge yet]
[of all my latin prayers, nor nere sought for't]
Tyr.
how pleazing art thow to vs euen in death
I loue thee yet, aboue all weemen lyvinge
[and shall doe seavne yeare hence,]
I can see nothing to be mended in thee
but the too constant palenes of thy cheeke
I'de giue the kingdome, but to purchase ther
the breadth of a red Rose, in naturall coloure,
[and thinck it the best bargaine, that euer kinge made yet,]
[but Fates my hindraunce,]/[but Fate[s] is my hinderer]
And I must onlie rest content wt h Arte
and that ile haue in spite on't —is he come sir.
2 Sol.
who my lord
Tyr.
dull —the fellow that we sent
[for a Court schoolemaster,] a Picture drawer
A ladies forenoone Tuter, is he come sir
1 Sol.
not yet returnd my lord
Tyr.
the foole belike
makes his choice carefullie for so we chargd him; WHERE IS HE
[to fit our close deedes wt h some priuat hand,]
[It is no shame for thee most silent mistris]
[to stand in need of Arte, when youthe]
[and all thy warme frendes has forsooke thee,]
[weemen aliue are gladd to seeke her frendship]
[to make vp the faire nomber of their graces]
[or ells the reckninge would fall short sometymes]
[and servauntes would looke out for better wages]
Enter 3 Souldier with Gouianus.
2 Sol.
hees come my lord.
Tyr.
depart then, is that hee?
3 Sol.
the priuatst I could get my lord
Goui.
o heavn marry patience to my spirrit
giue me a sober furie I beseech thee,
A rage that may not ouer charge my blood
and doo my self most hurt tis straunge to me
to see thee here at Courte, and gon from hence
didst thow make haste, to leaue the world for this?
[and kept in the worst Corner ]
o whoe dares play wt h destynie but hee
that weares Securitie so thick vpon him
the thought of Death and Hell cannot pierce throughe
Tyr.
t'was circumspectlie caryed, leaue vs, goe
be neerer sir, thowr't much Comended to vs
Goui
it is the hand my lord Comendes the workeman
Tyr.
thow speakst both modestie and truthe in that,
we need that Arte that thow art master of
Goui
my kinge is Master both of that and me
Tyr.
look on y'on face and tell me what it wantes
Goui
wc h that sir
Tyr.
that? what wantes it
Goui
troth my lord
some thowsand yeares sleep, and a marble pillowe
Ty.
what's that obserue it still, All the best artes
hath the most fooles and drunckards to their Masters,
thy apprehension has to grosse a filme
to be ymploid at Court; what colour wantes shee
Goui
by my troth all sir, I see none she has
nor none she cares for
Tyr.
I am ouer matcht here
Goui
A lower Chamber wt h less noize were kindlier
for her poore woman, what so ere she was
Ty.
but how if we be pleasd to haue it thus
and thow well hierd to do what we comaund
is not yor worke for monie?
Goui
yes my lord
I would not trust [at Courte] BUT FEW and I could chuse
Ty.
let but thy Arte hide death vpon her face
that now lookes fearefullie on vs, and but striue
to giue our eye delight in that pale parte
wc h drawes so many pitties from these springes
and thy reward for't shall owtlast thy end,
and reach to thy frendes fortunes, and his frend;
Goui
Say you so my lord, ile worke out my heart then
but ile showe Art ynoughe
Tyr.
About it then
I neuer wisht so seriouslie for health
after longe sicknes
Goui.
A religious trembling shakes me by the hand
and bidds me put by such vnhallowed busines
but reveng calls fort, and it must go forward
tis tyme the spiritt of my loue took rest
poore sowle, tis weary, much abusde and toilde
Ty.
Could I now send for one to renew heat
wt hin her bosome, that were a fine workeman;
I should but too much loue him, but alas
[but a] tis as vnpossible for lyving fire
to take hold ther, as for dead ashes to burne back agen
into the those hard toughe bodies whence they fell,
life is remoud from her now, as the warmth [of]
of the bright Sonne from vs when it makes winter,
and kills wt
h vnkinde coldnes, so ist yonder
an everlasting frost hanges now vpon her
And as in such a seazon men will force
a heat into their bloodes wt h exercize
in spite of extreame weather, so shall wee
by arte force beautie on y'on ladies face
thoe Death sit frowning on't a storme of haile
to beat it of; our pleasure shall prevaile
Goui
my lord
Ty
hast donne so soone
Goui
thats as yor grace
giues approbation
Ty.
o she liues agen
sheel presentlie speake to me, keep her vp
ile haue her sowne no more, theres trecherie in't
does she not feele warme to thee
Goui
very litle sir.
Ty.
the heat wantes cherishing then, our Armes and lipps
shall labour life into her, wake sweet mistris
tis I that call thee at the doore of life,—ha?
I talke so longe to death, Ime sick my self
me thinckes an evill sent still followes me
Goui
may be tis nothinge but the colour sir
that I laid on
Ty.
is that so stronge
Goui
yes faith sir, [twas]
twas the best poison I could get for monie;
Ty.
Gouianus?
Goui
[o thow sacrilidgious villaine,]
[thow thief of rest, robber of monuments,]
[Cannot the bodie after funerall]
[sleep in the graue for thee? must it be raisde]
[onlie to pleaze the wickednes of thine eye ]
[does all thinges end wt h death and not thy lust?]
[hast thow devisde a new waie to damnation]
[more dreadfull then the sowle of any synne]
[did euer passe yet betwene earth and hell?]
[doest striue to be ∥ticulerlie plagude]
[aboue all ghostes beside? is thy pride such]
[thow scornst a partner in thy torments too?]
Ty.
what fury gaue thee bouldnes to attempt
this deed, for wc h ile doome thee wt h a death
beyond the [Frenchmens] EXTREMEST tortures.
Goui
I smyle at thee
drawe all the death that euer mankind sufferd
vnto one head to help thine owne Invention
and make my end as rare as this thy Synne
and full as fearfull to the eyes of weemen:
my Spirrit shall flye singing to his lodginge
in midst of that roughe weather; doome me Tyrant,
had I feard death Ide neuer appeard noble
to seale this acte vpon me, wc h eene honors me
vnto my mistris spirrit, it loues me for't
I told my heart twold proue distruction toot
whoe hearing twas for her, chargd me to doote
Ty.
thy glories shalbe shortend, whose wt hin ther
I cald not thee thow enemie to firmeness
Enter the Ghost in the shame form as the lady is drest in the Chayre
mortallities earthquake
Goui.
wellcome to myne eyes
as is the daye-springe from the morninges woombe
vnto that wretche whose nightes are tedious
as liberty to Captiues, health to laborers
and life still to ould people, neuer weary on't,
So wellcome art thow to mee: the deedes don
thow Queen of spirrits, he has his end vpon him,
thy bodie shall returne to rise agen
for thy Abuser falls, and has no powre
to vex thee ffarder [nowe]
Spiritt
my truest loue
Liue ever honourd here, and blest aboue.
Tir.
oh if ther be a hell for flesh and spirrit
Enter Nobles
tis built wt hin this bosome: my lordes treason
Goui
now death, I'me for thee, wellcome
Ty.
[yor kinges poisond] I am poisoned
Memp.
the king of heavne be praisd for't
Ty.
lay hold on him
on Gouianus
Memph.
een wt h the best loues
and truest hartes that euer Subiects owde
Ty.
how's that, I charge you [both] ALL laie handes on him
Memph.
look you my lord yor will shalbe obaide
[Enter] [Heluetius]
[heere comes another, weele haue his hand too.]
Hel.
[you shall haue both myne, if that worke goe forward]
[beside my voice and knee:]
Ty.
[Heluetius?—then my distruction was confirmd amongst em]
[premeditation wrought it: o my Torments:]
All.
Liue Gouianus longe our vertuous kinge
FLORISH
Tyr.
that thunder strikes me dead
Goui
I cannot better
[reward my Ioyes then wt h astonisht silence]
[for all the wealth of wordes is not of power]
[to make vp thanckes for you my honord lords:]
[Ime like a man pluckt vp from many waters]
[that neuer lookt for help, and am here plac'te]
[vpon this cheerfull mowtaine wher prosperitie]
[shootes forth her ritchest beame]
Memp.
[long iniurde lord]
[the tyranye of his actions grew so waightie]
[his life so vitious ]
[Helu.]
[to wc h this is witnes]
[monster in synne, this, the disquieted bodye]
[of my too resolute childe in Honors warr]
[Mem.]
[that he became as hatefull to our myndes]
[Helue]
[as death's vnwellcome to a howse of ritches]
[or what can more express it]
Goui
[well hees gon]
[And all the kingdomes evills perish wt h him]
and since the bodie of that vertuous ladie
is taken from her rest, In memorie
of her Admired mistris, tis our will
it receiue honour dead, as it tooke parte
wt h vs in all afflictions when it liude:
[here place her in this throane crowne her our Queene]
[the first and last that euer we make ours]
[her Constancy strikes so much firmnes in vs:]
[That honor donne let her be solemply borne]
[Vnto the howse of peace from whence she came]
T]he Spirit enters ag]en and stayes to go]e out with the bo]dy as it were atte]ndinge it.
[as Queene of Scilence; o welcome blest Spirit]
thow needst not mistrust mee, I haue a care
as iealowes as thine owne, weele see it donne
and not belieue reporte, our zeale is sutche
we cannot reuerence chastetie to muche
lead on; I would those ladies that fill Honors roomes
might all be borne so [honest] VIRTUOUS to their toombes.
Recorders or other solempne Musique playes them owt.
Ty.
In vaine my Spirit wrastles wt h my blood
affection wilbe mistris here on earthe,
the howse is hers, the Sowle is but a tenaunt,
I ha taskt my self but wt h the Abstinence
of one poore howre, yet cannot conquer that
I cannot keep from sight of her so longe
I starue myne eye to much, goe bring her forth
as we haue cawsde her bodie to be deckt
in all the glorious Ritches of our pallace;
our mynde has felt a famyne for the tyme
All comfort has bin deere and scarce wt h vs
the tymes are allterd since, strike on sweet hermonye
ii. MUSICK
A brauer world comes toward vs
They bringe the Body in a Chaire drest vp in a black veluet which setts out the pailenes of the handes and face, And a faire Chayne of pearle crosse her brest and the Crucyfex aboue it; He standes silent awhile letting the Musique play, becknyng the soldiers that bringe her in to make obeisaunce to her, and he hym self makes a lowe honour to the body and kisses the hande
A song within in Voyces.
71
O what is Beauty thats so much adored
A flattring glass that cozens her beholders,
one Night of death makes it looke pale and horred
The Daynty preseru'd flesh how soone it molders
To loue it lyuinge it bewitcheth manye
But after life is seldome heard of any.
1 Sold.
[By this hand, mere Idolatrie, I make Curtsy]
[to my damnation, I haue learnt so much]
[thoe I could neuer knowe the meaninge yet]
[of all my latin prayers, nor nere sought for't]
Tyr.
how pleazing art thow to vs euen in death
I loue thee yet, aboue all weemen lyvinge
[and shall doe seavne yeare hence,]
I can see nothing to be mended in thee
but the too constant palenes of thy cheeke
I'de giue the kingdome, but to purchase ther
the breadth of a red Rose, in naturall coloure,
[and thinck it the best bargaine, that euer kinge made yet,]
[but Fates my hindraunce,]/[but Fate[s] is my hinderer]
And I must onlie rest content wt h Arte
and that ile haue in spite on't —is he come sir.
2 Sol.
who my lord
Tyr.
dull —the fellow that we sent
[for a Court schoolemaster,] a Picture drawer
A ladies forenoone Tuter, is he come sir
1 Sol.
not yet returnd my lord
Tyr.
the foole belike
makes his choice carefullie for so we chargd him; WHERE IS HE
[to fit our close deedes wt h some priuat hand,]
[It is no shame for thee most silent mistris]
[to stand in need of Arte, when youthe]
72
[weemen aliue are gladd to seeke her frendship]
[to make vp the faire nomber of their graces]
[or ells the reckninge would fall short sometymes]
[and servauntes would looke out for better wages]
Enter 3 Souldier with Gouianus.
2 Sol.
hees come my lord.
Tyr.
depart then, is that hee?
3 Sol.
the priuatst I could get my lord
Goui.
o heavn marry patience to my spirrit
giue me a sober furie I beseech thee,
A rage that may not ouer charge my blood
and doo my self most hurt tis straunge to me
to see thee here at Courte, and gon from hence
didst thow make haste, to leaue the world for this?
[and kept in the worst Corner ]
o whoe dares play wt h destynie but hee
that weares Securitie so thick vpon him
the thought of Death and Hell cannot pierce throughe
Tyr.
t'was circumspectlie caryed, leaue vs, goe
be neerer sir, thowr't much Comended to vs
Goui
it is the hand my lord Comendes the workeman
Tyr.
thow speakst both modestie and truthe in that,
we need that Arte that thow art master of
Goui
my kinge is Master both of that and me
Tyr.
look on y'on face and tell me what it wantes
Goui
wc h that sir
Tyr.
that? what wantes it
Goui
troth my lord
some thowsand yeares sleep, and a marble pillowe
Ty.
what's that obserue it still, All the best artes
hath the most fooles and drunckards to their Masters,
thy apprehension has to grosse a filme
to be ymploid at Court; what colour wantes shee
73
by my troth all sir, I see none she has
nor none she cares for
Tyr.
I am ouer matcht here
Goui
A lower Chamber wt h less noize were kindlier
for her poore woman, what so ere she was
Ty.
but how if we be pleasd to haue it thus
and thow well hierd to do what we comaund
is not yor worke for monie?
Goui
yes my lord
I would not trust [at Courte] BUT FEW and I could chuse
Ty.
let but thy Arte hide death vpon her face
that now lookes fearefullie on vs, and but striue
to giue our eye delight in that pale parte
wc h drawes so many pitties from these springes
and thy reward for't shall owtlast thy end,
and reach to thy frendes fortunes, and his frend;
Goui
Say you so my lord, ile worke out my heart then
but ile showe Art ynoughe
Tyr.
About it then
I neuer wisht so seriouslie for health
after longe sicknes
Goui.
A religious trembling shakes me by the hand
and bidds me put by such vnhallowed busines
but reveng calls fort, and it must go forward
tis tyme the spiritt of my loue took rest
poore sowle, tis weary, much abusde and toilde
Ty.
Could I now send for one to renew heat
wt hin her bosome, that were a fine workeman;
I should but too much loue him, but alas
[but a] tis as vnpossible for lyving fire
to take hold ther, as for dead ashes to burne back agen
into the those hard toughe bodies whence they fell,
life is remoud from her now, as the warmth [of]
of the bright Sonne from vs when it makes winter,
74
an everlasting frost hanges now vpon her
And as in such a seazon men will force
a heat into their bloodes wt h exercize
in spite of extreame weather, so shall wee
by arte force beautie on y'on ladies face
thoe Death sit frowning on't a storme of haile
to beat it of; our pleasure shall prevaile
Goui
my lord
Ty
hast donne so soone
Goui
thats as yor grace
giues approbation
Ty.
o she liues agen
sheel presentlie speake to me, keep her vp
ile haue her sowne no more, theres trecherie in't
does she not feele warme to thee
Goui
very litle sir.
Ty.
the heat wantes cherishing then, our Armes and lipps
shall labour life into her, wake sweet mistris
tis I that call thee at the doore of life,—ha?
I talke so longe to death, Ime sick my self
me thinckes an evill sent still followes me
Goui
may be tis nothinge but the colour sir
that I laid on
Ty.
is that so stronge
Goui
yes faith sir, [twas]
twas the best poison I could get for monie;
Ty.
Gouianus?
Goui
[o thow sacrilidgious villaine,]
[thow thief of rest, robber of monuments,]
[Cannot the bodie after funerall]
[sleep in the graue for thee? must it be raisde]
75
[does all thinges end wt h death and not thy lust?]
[hast thow devisde a new waie to damnation]
[more dreadfull then the sowle of any synne]
[did euer passe yet betwene earth and hell?]
[doest striue to be ∥ticulerlie plagude]
[aboue all ghostes beside? is thy pride such]
[thow scornst a partner in thy torments too?]
Ty.
what fury gaue thee bouldnes to attempt
this deed, for wc h ile doome thee wt h a death
beyond the [Frenchmens] EXTREMEST tortures.
Goui
I smyle at thee
drawe all the death that euer mankind sufferd
vnto one head to help thine owne Invention
and make my end as rare as this thy Synne
and full as fearfull to the eyes of weemen:
my Spirrit shall flye singing to his lodginge
in midst of that roughe weather; doome me Tyrant,
had I feard death Ide neuer appeard noble
to seale this acte vpon me, wc h eene honors me
vnto my mistris spirrit, it loues me for't
I told my heart twold proue distruction toot
whoe hearing twas for her, chargd me to doote
Ty.
thy glories shalbe shortend, whose wt hin ther
I cald not thee thow enemie to firmeness
Enter the Ghost in the shame form as the lady is drest in the Chayre
mortallities earthquake
Goui.
wellcome to myne eyes
as is the daye-springe from the morninges woombe
vnto that wretche whose nightes are tedious
as liberty to Captiues, health to laborers
and life still to ould people, neuer weary on't,
So wellcome art thow to mee: the deedes don
thow Queen of spirrits, he has his end vpon him,
76
for thy Abuser falls, and has no powre
to vex thee ffarder [nowe]
Spiritt
my truest loue
Liue ever honourd here, and blest aboue.
Tir.
oh if ther be a hell for flesh and spirrit
Enter Nobles
tis built wt hin this bosome: my lordes treason
Goui
now death, I'me for thee, wellcome
Ty.
[yor kinges poisond] I am poisoned
Memp.
the king of heavne be praisd for't
Ty.
lay hold on him
on Gouianus
Memph.
een wt h the best loues
and truest hartes that euer Subiects owde
Ty.
how's that, I charge you [both] ALL laie handes on him
Memph.
look you my lord yor will shalbe obaide
[Enter] [Heluetius]
[heere comes another, weele haue his hand too.]
Hel.
[you shall haue both myne, if that worke goe forward]
[beside my voice and knee:]
Ty.
[Heluetius?—then my distruction was confirmd amongst em]
[premeditation wrought it: o my Torments:]
All.
Liue Gouianus longe our vertuous kinge
FLORISH
Tyr.
that thunder strikes me dead
Goui
I cannot better
[reward my Ioyes then wt h astonisht silence]
[for all the wealth of wordes is not of power]
[to make vp thanckes for you my honord lords:]
[Ime like a man pluckt vp from many waters]
[that neuer lookt for help, and am here plac'te]
[vpon this cheerfull mowtaine wher prosperitie]
[shootes forth her ritchest beame]
77
[long iniurde lord]
[the tyranye of his actions grew so waightie]
[his life so vitious ]
[Helu.]
[to wc h this is witnes]
[monster in synne, this, the disquieted bodye]
[of my too resolute childe in Honors warr]
[Mem.]
[that he became as hatefull to our myndes]
[Helue]
[as death's vnwellcome to a howse of ritches]
[or what can more express it]
Goui
[well hees gon]
[And all the kingdomes evills perish wt h him]
and since the bodie of that vertuous ladie
is taken from her rest, In memorie
of her Admired mistris, tis our will
it receiue honour dead, as it tooke parte
wt h vs in all afflictions when it liude:
[here place her in this throane crowne her our Queene]
[the first and last that euer we make ours]
[her Constancy strikes so much firmnes in vs:]
[That honor donne let her be solemply borne]
[Vnto the howse of peace from whence she came]
T]he Spirit enters ag]en and stayes to go]e out with the bo]dy as it were atte]ndinge it.
[as Queene of Scilence; o welcome blest Spirit]
thow needst not mistrust mee, I haue a care
as iealowes as thine owne, weele see it donne
and not belieue reporte, our zeale is sutche
we cannot reuerence chastetie to muche
lead on; I would those ladies that fill Honors roomes
might all be borne so [honest] VIRTUOUS to their toombes.
Recorders or other solempne Musique playes them owt.
| The Second Maiden's Tragedy | |