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V. ii
A Sennit.Enter Cosmo Gismond bare: 2 bearing the Crowne and scepter: then aspero. 2 Churchmen betwixt them Isabella. Hortenzo Elinor Borgias Bentivoli Picentio as a doctor.
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looke yow bee sure your art present as much
as yow haue promisd doctor
pice
ee no maka de gran Colour pour noting
aspe
then alls prepard.
picen
pray speaka yow no more toota prepard;
all bee prepara, all redy,
aspero
thy Care and art shall haue a golden shewre
to make them fruitfull euer; yf yor harts
bee like yor faces yow are fitter (lords)
to visit those are traueling to death
then to atend the state, Can such Clowds
thin exhalations when a sun like theise
opens yt selfe vpon yt; stand before yt.
yow doe to make a nature Calme as sleep
as threatning as a tempest but tis well
yow tells this states a glittring seruitude
and by that name wee take yt
Gis.
Cuning deuill
Cosmo
a seeming sorow like the seeming bewty
art lends a withred Cheeke, ys soone wipd off.
bent
but that true greife imprints vpon the face
ys like the dye of nature 'twill apeare
do what wee Can to hide yt
aspe
Can those men that thinke opinions sound to giue their names
the atributs of wise and politike do thus vpon suspect
all
suspect
aspero
suspect and that suspect a treason.—yet know graue sirs
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society, or enuy, so wee knowt
beneath the height of Iustice, and for that
& to transhape yor rough suspitious thoughts
to a more seemly forme, befor I put
this worthy embleame of monarcall state
about my temples, take this scepter vp
adornd wt h both, fill like a demigodd
this royall seate, or see the rites performd
must make this bewty mine; Ile shew a soule
as Clere 'a the bloud yow think yt staind wt hall
as thine or thine or
Cosmo
would yow Could my lord.
Gis.
thats all the harme I wish yee
bent
I good faith twould bee a pritty tale pray tel't my lord.
aspe
I will not bring the voyse of men to proue
myne inocency yow might then suspect
ether my greatnes or some great reward
had bought vntruths to help mee
Gis
not the voyse of men my lord?
Cosmo
bring what yow will to prou't so yow do prou't
Benti
Can yow bring the duke
Gis
the bewteous dutchesse
Cosmo
Can yow bring picentio
Gis
the noble Iulio
benti
the braue Captaine sir.
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lieftenant
Gis
theire stout antient.
asper
I Can bring them.
Cosmo.
yow speake wonders to vs [OMITTED] do they liue
aspero
yes in elizium.
Gis
heres our louing feares prou'd in his owne Confession. they are dead
Cosmo.
yf they bee dead my lord how Can yow bring them hither
asper.
the solution of this enigmaes this sir. I haue wrought
wt h this good man mr in that abstruse
and hidden art of spells to Call theire soules
from those blest shades they liue in
all
how my lord
benti
their soules
asper
theire soules that their eternall selues
may in a Iust relation of their deaths
acquitt mee or Condemne mee.
picent
ee begar it ys all boone bee all faire
all
theire soules
pice
dere soula
yow musha bee sure dey willa no ly my laare
tis no possibla.
Bent
and haue yow the art to raise theire figures
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haue ee haue ee no.
ee am no pooura shuglera ee haue Arte
and by dat art Can Call them.
asper
Call them—see
though kings like eliphants haue no bending knee
thus low wee Can discend. where wee apeare not
our owne sunn but yor shaddow
ent duk, dutches Iulio Captaine lieftenan antient lik ghosts
Cosmo
they are Come
picenti
vat yow meane my lar begar yow maka all my arta no ting
asper
ha
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yow musha no shuddra, van yow see datt: La entante La fine:
La enda. pour whish de spiritt Come Hedra bee all Laufe.
aspero
art sure they Come not for reuenge
picen
reuensh vat yow Comann dey Com for
aspe
then go on:
picen
de Cause pour whish mee spell maka yow Come
from de Elizium peace ys poure demann
tusha de maner how de shenteele spiritt
once dwell in susha brittle ting as dis
leaue dat massoone dat manshoone tis suspeck
dat by dis man (tres boone tres excelaunt)
aspe
excelent doctor
picen
dat dis braue man, by Cor by sore by poyson
ha Cause yow bee murdra; yf hee haue
or by de word or senda make des lorda
[make des] misstrusse yt oonerstannd yt; yf he haue no
den semblably shew dat. yow see dey ben smile and
embrace de duke, ann treaton yow pour maka de mispriza.
dat so musha wrong him vata yow tink now my laure
Cosmo
what Can wee thinke wee are amasd.
Gis
ashamd.
bent
and Can no better shew our broken harts
then in their silent action.
picen
ys no vell, here ys no treeke no shugula no breebe
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might wee thus low intreat one fauour more
all that wee haue ys yors
asper
speake
Gismo
now wee see yor soules thus Clere our humble
wills to know by whome or how a'the sudaine
picen.
dey Coma dead dat—yow mush know herafter.
benti
then for picentio sir among these soules wee see not him
picent
thus tis den; hee bee no dead, an wan he bee no dead
ee Can no fesh this shadow
asper
are yow pleasd.
all
haueing yor royall pardon
asper
rise yow haue yt
now send them to theire rest, and to the worke
wee Come for—our Coronation — after that
our nuptials wt h this bewty our elizium.
picen
yor graca a wish de more before ee goe
yow shall behold dem dance dan a de resse
A Daunce
The duke taks the Crowne the dutches the scepter, Captaine fetches of hortenzo. leiftenaunt elinor & the antient Borgias.
Another straine
in wc h they reioyse & embrace the duke dutches & the rest take a new state in order
aspero
the meaning doctor
picenti
why the meaning deuill ys very plaine & easy thow art mine
Isab
all my sad thoughts are banished.
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whats all this are wee deluded.
Gis
heres the sun my lord.
bent
yow are but the shadow.
picen
Iarest thee, first as a traitor to this dignity
next to this spottles bossome: last my life
for all wc h royall sir.
duke
there needs no toung—has sinn enough to acuse him
asper
I haue none—of blood—or bloudy purpose
Iulio
then the diuell has none of mischeife
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what art thow
Iuli
yow see—I am the man my lord that should haue killd em:
asper
ha a slaue [a]acuse mee
Iuli
I acuse a slaue—the hate of men and angells
duke
Iulio
dutchesse
brother
leifte
dee hang the head my lord.
Cap
twere no great matter & hee were hangd himselfe
duke
thow that wouldst on borowed fethers patcht together
wt h wax (thy weake ambition.) soare to high
art now as low as basnes; to this man
thy pride so slaud; be thow thy selfe a slaue
so take him & so vse him
asper
do thy worst Ile bee as great in my Conceipt as thow
or all thy state Could make mee—prowd—my witt
Could make mee duke elected; and so long
foole such fine things as those: I am sorry for
nothing but that maide
benti
as how my lord
aspe
that shees a maid had I but done the feate
'thad beene a dukdome to mee
all
wicked villaine
aspero
y'aue a prowd slaue my lord.
Iulio
no I haue none
bad things wee know to shun not Imitate
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his base thoughts blotted I Could hugg his person.
bee as to theise—a felow—I beseech yee
reuoake that sentence
all
noble Iulio
duke
still nature will shew yt selfe be yt good or yll
Iuli
may I preuaile great sir.
duke
inioy thy wish thy sentence now ys the perpetuall
losse of title and thy freedome
asper
wee must beare yt.
benti
will yor mat i e giue mee leaue to tell him a tale
tis a very good tale & a sweet one
duke
do bentiuoli
benti
once vpon a time there was a lion.
aspe
so sir.
bent
this lion king of the forest being vpon some weighty Cause
to trauaile did for the time of his absence, Confer the
Charge of his scepter (wt h a Charge Carfully to vse yt)
to the asse
all
the asse
bent
the lion gone, the asse too prowd of the place hee had
left him thought yt not enough to be thought the lions
vicegerent, (so mildly to gouerne the forrest but to
bee taken for the lion himselfe.
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the asse
benti
the asse
Cosmo
there was an asse indeed.
bent
put on a lions skinn
all
ha ha ha
benti
and thus like an asse like a lion I should haue said
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looke; and so teare wt h his paw; here hee kicks one, there
kills another, there deuours another, as his owne sottish nature
directed that the forest apeard like a shambles
Gis
the poore beasts all this while tooke him for the lion.
benti
the very lion; but to bee short the lion Coming home
and hearing the spoyle of his subiects went into the
forest pulls of his skinn, shewes them his asses eares
degrades him & Condemnes him:—heres the litterall sence
the morrall ys nay I dare morrall this
wee are the trembling heard—there the true lion.
and for the asse my lord.
Cosmo
well said ould teltale
benti
let mee alone wt h a good tale my lord.
Gis
and now wee talke of an asse here Comes
a foole
garullo brought in a Chaire wt h a doctor
benti
no they say hee purgd lately and ys now an absolute
Courtier
Cosmo
how now mr doctor ys yor patient well
doctor
I hope hee wilbe now sir.
benti
ys hee asleep.
doctor
desirous being new purgd to see the duke
wee brought him thus, and by the way my lord
his lordship fell a sleep.
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has hee beene purgd.
docto
yes my lord: and heres a note of his seuerall euacuations
benti
has hee Cast vp all this
doctor
all those grose humors I asure yee sir.
benti
exelent mirth my leidge shall I read em;
duke
do good bentivoli
Count
heigho.
all
peace
Count
heigho.
benti
thers twise;—heele beginn by and by
Count
I haue a horrible empty stomake
benti
yt must needs I think heres a horrible deale
of flish flash Come from yt
Count
haue yow pervsd my purge
benti
a Caroach & foure barbary mares sir.
Gis:
a forest of six and thirty acres
Cosmo
foure bedstands & a fencer
benti
a Cap wt h a Comb & a bauble
Gis:
sinderisis
Cosmo
hiperbole
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cacumenos
Gis
metaphisicall
Cosmo
Hierogliphicall
benti
intilectuall yf this be that
yow Call a purge my lord wee haue pervsd yt
duke
haue wee found yow sir.
Count
yes a new man my lord
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yt may bee like my ladyes waiting gentlewomans petticoat new
turnd, for heres yor inside outward but all new.
Count
looke on my Cheeke my blushes testifie
how that—was but—my yesterdayes delight
ys this day loathsome to mee
benti
by my faith theres no Cacumenos in this
Cosmo
nor Hierogliphick nether.
Count
ha ha ha
Gis:
how now sir what do yow laugh at
Count
at myne owne shaddow.
all
how.
Count
ys in good faith my lord; me thinks I haue
before the Christall of myne eye a knott
of odd fantastique foppish baby things
kissing theire hands, bowing in Complement
as low as theire short doublets will permitt
and speaking my strange phrases; thers one Caryes
a Cannon in his mouth and yet will winke
for to discharge a pottgun; thers a youth
has gott my Cap & bauble, and mee thinks
the mr s that hee doats on taks the Coxcomb
and beats the Coxcomb wt h yt; thers an asse
that maks his shaddow in the sunn a glasse
and doats ons owne proportion wc h I loath
duke
as ys thy soule so ours, purgd now of all
the Iealous thoughts dwells in yt, all the mischeife
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had a sad being from yt; ys not fitt
to bee remembred, when wee see the end
thus happily salute vs: but wee wronge
these paires to stay them from theire rites so long
that they so long haue wishd for, all the right
that Ioy Can giue vs weele enioy this night
Exeunt
A florish.
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