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Actus quintus.
Scæna prima.
Enter Florence, Piero, Pisa, Mutio, Tornelli, Philippo.Pier.
Sir, I have found Angelo with long and busie search.
Flo.
And will he come?
Pier.
Your honour (as you charg'd me) I impawn'd
For his safe passage.
Flo.
By my life hee shall; when will hee come?
Pie.
My friend brings him along.
Flo.
Philippo Mutio, goe and perswade our daughter
To walke, and take the ayre.
Pisa.
Ile play that Orator.
Exit.
Flo.
Attend the Duke of Pisa; prethee Piero
Discover where this Angelo lay lurking.
Pie.
The world he has shut up, and now the booke
He reades, is onely heere, see where he comes.
Enter Angelo as a Fryar, Fyametta.
Flo.
Way for my daughter; looke you, there's Angelo.
Fya.
Ha? yes, 'tis the starre I saile by; hold me not,
Why doe you sticke like rocks, to barre my way,
And utterly to wracke mee?
Flo.
Art thou mad?
Fya.
Yes, I am mad, oh my best life, my soule!
Runs to him.
Ang.
Whom seeke you Lady?
Fya.
Doe you not know me sir?
Ang.
Yes.
Fia.
Doest thou not love mee?
Ang.
Yes.
Fya.
At very heart?
Ang.
Yes, at the very soule.
Fya.
Burnes not your love,
With that most holy fire, the god of marriage
Ang.
Noe.
Fia.
Ha, no?
Flo.
Hee sayes no.
Fia.
Then so, quod dedi perdidi.
Ang.
How can I love you Lady?
I have clim'd too many of such fruitlesse trees.
Fia.
Have you indeede?
Ang.
Yes, and have pull'd the apples.
Fya.
Now I beshrew your fingers.
Ang.
And when I touch'd 'em, found 'em turn'd to dust.
Why should you love me? I have chang'd my pleasure
In beautious dames, more then I have my dreames,
Foure in one night.
Flo.
Hee'le prove a lustie Larrence;
This is the starre you sayle by tho.
Ang.
Why should you love me? I am but a Tombe,
Gay out-side, but within, rotten and soule.
Fia.
Ile sweare th'art most diseas'd, even in thy soule;
Oh thou, thou most perfidious man alive,
So prosper, as my poore sicke heart doth thrive;
Give me thy hand, I hate thee, fare-thee-well.
Come, I make thee my heaven, wer't once my Hell.
To Pisa.
Pisa.
I'me rap't above the spheares, Ioy strikes me dumbe.
Flo.
Th'ast lent unto mine age a score of yeares,
More then ere nature promis'd, by thy loving
This Noble Prince; th'art his then?
Fya.
His—to prove it; hence
Thou from mee; ne're more behold mine eyes.
Ang.
Now finde I, that a Lovers heart last dies.
Exit.
Flo.
I, I, so, so; If it die, it shall be buried.
Fya.
Good reverend Sir, stay you, and as you witnesse
This my divorce, so shall you seale my contract.
Fryar.
I will, your pleasure.
Flo.
Fyametta,
Make choice thy selfe of thine owne wedding day.
Fya.
To morrow be it, Loves poyson is delay,
Gallants, pray stirre betimes, and rowse your Mistresses;
Let some invite Lord Vanni and his Lady;
Wee dine to day with Lord Iacomo,
Thither let's hasten: Sir, this holy man,
Shall be this night my confessor; about mid-night,
Fryer.
Your devotion
Commands my service. W'are least i'th fryers stead.
The Prince be your confessor; girle prepare
To play the bride to morrow, and then being laid,
One night past o're thinke nere to rise a maide.
Exit.
Trumpets sounding services carried coverd over the stage, Poore attending Torrenti one, then enter Iacamo bare betwixt the two Dukes, Piero, Philippo, Tarnelli, Mutio.
Flo.
No more of complement, my Lord Gentili;
Such noble welcomes have we had this day,
We must take blushing leaves, cause we can pay
Nothing but thanks.
Gent.
That's more then the whole debt comes to,
Ne're saw I tables crown'd with braver store;
I know no man that spends nay nor gives more,
And yet a full sea still: why yonder fellow,
The brave mock-prodigall has spent all indeed,
He that made beggers proud, begs now himselfe for need.
Gent.
But who releeves him now? none, for I know
He that in riotous feasting, wastes his store,
Is like a faire tree which in sommer bore
Boughes laden till they crackt, with leaves and fruite,
Whose plenty lasting, all men came unto't;
And pluckt and filld their lapps and carry away;
But when the boughes grow bare, and leaves decay:
And the great tree stands saplesse, wither'd dry,
Then each one casts on it a scornfull eye,
And grieves to see it stand, nay do not greeve,
Albeit the Axe downe to the roote it cleave;
The fall of such a tree, will I beware,
I know both when to spend, and when to spare.
Flo.
'Tis nobly spoke
Pisa.
Nay good my Lord make hast.
Pier.
Here's a childe lost i'th staying.
Flo.
Get that night for't.
What is the bride yet drest?
Pier.
She's rigging Sir.
Flo.
'Tis well, musicke? from whence?
What chambers that?
Mut.
It Ioynes close to the
Lodgings of the bride,
Flo.
Inquire.
If she be ready, Mutio, say her bride-groome
Mut.
I shall my Lord.
Fiametta above.
Pier.
Tarry, she looks her selfe out.
Flo.
Come, come loiterer;
Fia.
Faire welcome to your grace, and to that Prince,
That should have bin my bridegroome.
Flo.
Should ha beene?
Pier.
Is the Moone chang'd already?
Fia.
In her changes the
Moone is constant, man is onely varying,
And never in one Circle long is tarying,
But one man in the moone at once appeares,
Such praise (being true to one) a woman beares.
Flo.
Take thou that praise and to this Prince be true,
Come downe and marry him.
Fia.
What would the world say,
If I should marry two men in one day?
Flo.
That villaine has bewitch't her.
Pier.
Sir what villaine?
Flo.
That slave, the banish't runnagate.
Pier.
Cast not on him
Such foule aspersions, till you know his guilt;
Even now you said he was a worthy spirit,
Crown'd him with praise, and do you now condemne
An absent man unheard?
Flo.
Ile hang thee traitor.
Pisa.
Locke all the gates of Florence, least he scape.
Flo.
Our pardon, whosoever takes and kill him.
Pier.
Oh! who would trust in Princes, the vaine breath,
Who in a minute gives one man life and death?
Fia.
Come forth thou threatned man, here kill him all,
Lower then what you stand on none can fall.
Angelo above.
Ang.
I now must stand your arrowes, but you shoote
Against a breast as innocent—
Flo.
As a traytors.
Ang.
Your patience Sir,
Pisa.
Talk'st thou of patience? that by thy most perfidious—
Ang.
Heare me pray.
Enter frier above.
Or if not me, heare then this reverend man.
Pisa.
VVhat makes that Fryer there?
Pier.
Father speake your minde.
Fryer.
I was enjoyned to be her confessor,
And came but then she wonn me to a vow,
By oath of all my orders, face to face,
He came, when falling downe on both her knees,
Her eyes drown'd all in teares, she opes a booke,
Chardging him read his oaths and promises,
The contract of their hands, hearts, yea and soules,
And askd if Angelo would marry her.
Flo.
Very good.
Fry.
He looking pale as death, said faintly no.
Pisa.
Faintly, he then was willing?
Pier.
Pray heare him out.
Fry.
Thrice tried: he thrice cried no; At which this Ladie
Desperately snatching from her side two knives,
Had stab'd her selfe to th'heart, but that we knit
Our force against it, what should I doe in this?
Not marry her, or rob her of heavens blisse?
Which glory had bin greater to have tane,
A husband from her, or to have seene her slaine?
Flo.
Then you have married her?
Fry.
I have.
Pier.
Brave girle.
Pisa.
Ile cut that knot asunder with my sword.
Fry.
The hands which heaven hath joyn'd, no man can part.
Fia.
The hands they may, but never shall the heart,
Flo.
Why didst thou make to him thy promise then?
Fia.
Women are borne, but to make fooles of men.
She that's made sure to him, she loves not well,
Her banes are ask'd here, but she wedds in hell;
Parents that match their children gainst their will,
Teach them not how to live, but how to kill.
Flo.
Parrot, Parrot,
Ile stop your prating, breake into her chamber,
And lay the villaine bleeding at her feete.
Draw.
Fia.
Villaine? it is my husband.
Flo.
Enter and kill him.
Pier.
Enter, but kill him he that dares, I blush
To see two Princes so degenerate
Fia.
Oh noble brother!
Pier.
What would you have him doe?
He well deserves to have her to his wife;
Who gives to you a daughter, her a life,
In sight of angels she to him was given,
Flo.
You see there is no remedie.
Pisa.
Troth none;
I threw at all (and gamesters lucke) all's gone,
Farewell brave spirited girle, he that gainst winde,
Fier and the sea, law and a womans minde,
Strives, is a foole, that's I, Ile now be wise,
And neuer more put trust in womans eyes.
Fia.
I love thee for that word with-all my heart.
Flo.
Will you come downe pray?
Fia.
Sweare as you are a Duke.
Flo.
Yet more a doe.
Pisa.
Will you not trust your father?
Fia.
Why should I? you see there is no trust i'th'daughter;
Sweare by your hopes of good you will not touch
His naile to hurt him.
Flo.
By my hopes I sweare.
Fia.
And you too?
Pisa.
Yes, what's falling none can reare.
Fia.
Wee come then noble friend, flagg not thy wings,
In this warr I defie a campe of Kings.
Exit.
Enter Nicolletto, Tibaldo, Alphonsin. Daariene, Alissand, Trebatio.
Flo.
See, see, more shoales of friends, most beauteous Ladies,
Faire welcomes to you all.
Nic.
My Lord those tides,
Are turn'd, these Ladies are transform'd to brides.
Flo.
We heard the happy newes, and therefore sent,
To marry joyes with joyes, yours, with our owne,
Yours (I see) prosper, ours are overthrowne.
Nic.
How meane you overthrowne?
Enter Angel. Fiametta.
Flo.
Your owne eyes shall be witnesse how: nay, nay, pray rise,
I know your heart is up, tho your knees downe.
Ang.
All that we stand in feare of is your frowne.
Fia.
And all deare father which I begge of you,
Is that you love this man but as I doe.
Flo.
What begg you of this Prince?
Fia.
That he would take
One favour from me, which my selfe shall make.
Pisa.
Pray let it be of willow.
Fia.
Well then it shall.
Alph.
Why willow? is the noble Prince forsaken?
Pier.
All womens faults, one for another taken,
Now in good sooth my Lord, shee has but vs'd you
As watermen use their fares, for shee look'd one way,
And row'd another, you but wore her glove,
The hand was Angeloes, and she dealt wisely.
Let woman ne're love man, or if she doe,
Let him nere know it, make him write, waite, woe,
Court, cogge, and curse, and sweare, and lie, and pine,
Till Love bring him to death's doore, else hee's not mine;
That flesh eates sweetest that's pick'd close toth' bone,
Water drinkes best, that's hew'd euen from the stone;
Men must be put to 't home.
Nico.
He that loves ducking, let him come learne of thee.
Flo.
Shee has good skill;
At table will wee heare a full discourse
Of all these changes, and these Marriages,
Both how they shuffled, out, and dealt about,
What cards are best, after the trumpes were out,
Who plaid false play, who true, who sought to save
An Ace ith'bottome, and turn'd up a knave;
For Love is but a Card-play, and all's lost,
Vnlesse you cogg, hee that pack's best, wins most.
Alp.
Since such good gamsters are together met,
As you like this, wee'le play another sett.
Exeunt.
FINIS.
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