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Scena Quinta.

Enter Barbarino and Machiavil.
Mach.
The strange distraction of our Duke will give
Sufficient matter unto Chronicles
To make whole volumes of him.

Bar.
Yet he believes himself right in his sences
And we out of our wits think him mad.

Lavinio appears in Prison.
Lav.
Wood I had been born to a mean estate,
So in't I might have lived happily.
The greater honours that men have, the greater
Their troubles are; the begger that hath nothing
Lives a more quiet life then Monarchs do.
Lord Barbarino, and Lord Machavil,
Get me releas'd, I am the Duke Lavinio,
Bewitched as you are by an Impostor.

Bar.
Go Trappolin and sleep: we have heard all,
Thou art run mad.

Mac.
Go sleep poor Trappolin.

Lavin.
Be kind good Gods, pity our miseries.

Bar.
Leave talking and go sleep.

Enter Trappolin.
Mac.
His Highness.

Bar.
How fares our noble master?

Trap.

I have not been sober a day together this good
while; Eo, Meo and Areo have made me fox't, but
now I will leave it.

Mac.

Who are they?

Bar.

I know not.

Trap.

It's in vain to lay them up any more, I having
had sport enough with them. Trappolin whom
you banisht is come home stark mad.

Mac.
Exceedingly.

Bar.
And raves most strangly in prison.

Enter Flametta.
Flam.
Here is his Highness, I will not leave him till
He doth release from prison Trappolin.
Most excellent Sir, perfect your noble kindness;
Give liberty unto poor Trappolin.

Trap.
With all my heart I would, wood he be quiet.

Flam.
Alas he is distracted, and doth not know
VVhat he sayes; and therefore why should you regard him?

Trap.

VVell, fair maid, for thy sake that lovest him
so he shal come out. Puchanello so ho! come hither.

Bar.

He will do any thing, and undo any thing.

Mac.

Sure there was never such a Duke i'th world.

Enter Horatio and Prudentia.
Trap.

VVelcome Sister and Brother (I hope I may
say,) are you married? are you content? tell me
if any thing remains that I can do for you, speak
it, for I am ready, the Duke

Your servant.

Pru.

Most worthy brother, you have perfected our
joyes, for we are married.

Pru.

I am very glad Lady sister that you are so.

Hora.

Here is your Highness ring.

Enter Puchanello.
Trap.

You Sirra of chains and keyes set me Trappolin
at liberty presently, and send him hither.

Puc.

VVill he never be wise? I wood he wood make
another Jaylor, I am weary of the place, I can never
be at quiet for putting in and setting out.

Flam.

The Heavens reward your goodness.

Ex. Puc.
Trap.

Brother and Prince Horatio, I am something
given to be drunk, Eo, Meo and Areo are good fellows:
but I pray you pardon me.

Hora.

Sir, you wrong yourself.

Trap.

My friend, and Prince Horatio, I'le nere wrong
myself I warrant you; but you I have, and my sister
Prudentia: but it was when I was fox't, and I will
never be so again.

Enter Mattemoros and Hipolita.
Mac.

I am glad he will once let us be quiet.

Bar.

I should be very glad if he would continue it.

Trap.

Ho now Seignior Captain! ha you got a sweetheart?

Mat.

A fair Mistress so please your Highness.

Trap.

I see, my Don at Armes, when you cannot
follow the wars of the field, you will of the bed.

Enter Lavinio.
Flam.
Prethee my Trappolin, now hold thy tongue.
Be wise sweet Love.

Lav.
Leave me thou frantick fool.

Trap.

For Flametta's sake I have given you your liberty,
use it well.

Lau.
O Heavens, endure not this impostor thus
With his enchantments to bewitch our eyes.

Mac.
Will he suffer him?

Bar.
Perhaps one mad man wil pity another.

Lav.
Ye Florentines, I am Lavinio,
I am the Tuskan Duke, this an enchanter,
That by his magick Art has raised all
These strange chimeraes in my Court.

Mat.

Your Highness is too patient, it were more
fit he rav'd in Prison.

Flam.
Sweet Trappolin be rul'd.

Trap.
Hold your tongue I say.

Hor.
Poor Trappolin, art thou distracted too?

Lav.
You Lords of Florence, wise Machavil, and
You Lord Barbarino, will you never come
Out of this frenzie? Valiant Mattemoros,
I am the Duke, I am Lavinio:
This whom you do suppose is me, is some
Hellish Magician that hath bewitched us all.

Trap.

He will not be rul'd: Puchanello take him
again.

Flam.

Beseech your Highness: Trappolin, come
away.

Prud.
Was ever seen the like?

Lav.
Ah my poor subjects! how I pity you,
That must obey the monstrous wickedness
Of one that works by Necromantick means,
And is forsaken by the blessed Gods!

Trap.
Away with him.

Enter Mag.
Mag.
Stay.

Trap.
Yon's Father Conjurer.

Bar.
What new accident is this!

Trap.
I hope he'l do no hurt.

Hora.
What will the event be (marle?)

Mat.
What old Long-beard's this?

Mag.
A word with you,
Will you, if I clear every thing,
Pardon what's past?

Lav.
Do you know me then?

Mag.
You are the Duke.

Trap.

Father Conjurer, do no hurt, and I'le give
you a hundred pistols to buy you sallets and oile
it'h wood.

Mag.
I'le talk with you even now;
Will you promise me?

Lav.
I swear by all the honours of my state,
By both my Dukedomes, Florence and Sienna,
I will forgive what ever's past.

Mag.
Him and all?

Lav.
Him and all.

Trap.
Good Father Conjurer, remember your son.

Mac.
What will come of this?

Mag.
Be not affrighted.

Mat.
Never, not I.

Mag.
What ere you see,
Fear not, nothing shall hurt you.

Prud.
This is a Conjurer.

Hip.
Sweet Captain stand close by me.

Bar.
What strange events are these!

Mag.
Eo, Meo, and Areo, appear.

Trap.

I am undone I fear.
Father Conjurer, remember your son, I'le
give you two hundred pistols.

Mag.

Appear I say.

Enter Eo, Meo, and Areo.
Prud.

Alas!

Hor.

Fear nothing.

Hipo.

Oh me!

Mat.

Be bold, I am here Hipolita.

Mag.

Go take the hat, the glass, and cloke from
him.

Trap.

Ah me! Ah me! here, here, here, here, come
not too near me.
Eo, Meo, and Areo, farewel all on you; Father Conjurer
has undone me.

Bar.
Trappolin.

Mac.
Two Trappolins.

Flam.
I know not which is mine.

Mag.
Attend a while.
Thus with the waste of this enchanted wand
I do release your Highness.

Mat.
The Duke.

Hor.
Wonders.

Mag.

You have engaged your word, y'ave pardon'd
all, me who have done and undone every thing,
and him, and every body.

Lav.
I have.

Mac.
The Heavens be prais'd; long live your Highness.

Omnes.
Long live the Duke.

Hor.
What will become of me?

Mag.
I'le perfect every thing;
Brave Prince Horatio, your elder Brother,
Prince Filberto is dead, Sir, you cannot,
With reason dislike this match, they are.
Married, and your consent doth perfect it.

Lav.
Now I am assured he is a Turin Prince,
Heir to the Dukedome of Savoy, I am glad
They are espoused: sister I wish you joy;
Sir, I intreat forgiveness for what's past.

Hor.
All's forgotten.

Prud.
Thanks gracious Heavens.

Lav.
I'le have your wedding solemnized with state.

Mac.
I am glad this Gordian knot's untied.

Trap.
I shall be hang'd Father Conjurer.

Mag.
The Duke hath pardoned you and me all.

Trap.

Then let Eo, Meo, and Areo go to the Divel
from whence they came. Flametta, I am thine.

Flam.
Ah my dear Trappolin!

Trap.
Here is your Highness ring.

Mag.
From henceforth I abjure my wicked art.

Hor.
I for thy love to me will send thee into
Piemondt, and give thee an Earldome in Vercelly.

Trap.

The Heavens reward you: you know I alwaies
made much of your Highness Majesty. Fla-
thou shalt be a Countess.

Mag.

Son Trappolin, I am thy natural father, twenty
years since banisht ten years from Florence:
through my misfortune I have served the Turk in
his Gallies.

Trap.

By your leave Father you have served the
Divel too I'me sure: for you are one of the best
Conjurers in the world. Welcome unto the
Court, your son of Honour, and to Flametta's
Earlship: will your Honours forgive me too?

Mac.

Yes.

Enter Isabella.
Bar.

For the Princes sake I do.

Trap.

I thank you both: now all's well agen, henceforth
I will live honestly and be the Divels Butcher
no longer.

Lav.
My Isabella welcome; every thing
That did molest our happiness in Florence
Is took away, now we will spend our time
In Courtly joyes; our famous Tuskan Poets
Shall study amorous Comedies and Masks,
To entertain my beauteous Millaness:
I have a story full of ridiculous wonders,
Within to tell thee at our better leisure.

Trap.
The weaker side must yield unto the stronger,
And Trappolin's suppos'd a Prince no longer.

Exeunt omnes.