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SCENA QVARTA.
Enter Piero as at first, with Forobosco.Pie.
VVho giues these il-befitting attributes
Of chast, vnspotted, bright, to Mellida,
He lies as lowde as thunder, shee's vnchast,
Tainted, impure, blacke as the soule of hell.
He drawes his rapier, offers to runne at Piero: but Maria holds his arme & staies him.
Ant.
Dog, I will make the eate thy vomit vp,
Which thou hast belk't gainst taintlesse Mellida.
Ramm't quicklie downe, that it may not rise vp
To imbraid my thoughts. Behold my stomack's:
Strike me quite through with the relentlesse edge
Of raging furie. Boy, Ile kill thy loue
Pandulfe Feliche, I haue stabd thy sonne:
Looke, yet his lifeblood reekes vpon this steele.
Albert, yon hangs thy friend. Haue none of you
Courage of vengeance? Forget I am your Duke.
Thinke Mellida is not Pieros bloode.
Imagine on slight ground, Ile blast his honour.
Suppose I sawe not that incestuous slaue,
Clipping the strumpet, with luxurious twines:
O, numme my sense of anguish, cast my life
In a dead sleepe, whilst lawe cuts off yon maine,
Yon putred vlcer of my roiall bloode.
Foro.
Keepe league with reason, gratious Soueraigne.
There glowe no sparkes of reason in the world;
All are rak't vp in ashie beastlinesse.
The bulke of man's as darke as Erebus,
No branch of Reasons light hangs in his trunke:
There liues no reason to keepe league withall.
I ha no reason to be reasonable.
Her wedding eue, linkt to the noble blood
Of my most firmely reconciled friend,
And found euen clingd in sensualitie!
O heauen! O heauen! Were she as neare my heart
As is my liuer, I would rend her off.
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