 | Antonio's Reuenge |  |
SCENA TERTIA.
Iul.Brother Antonio, are you here ifaith?
Why doe you frowne? Indeed my sister said,
That I should call you brother, that she did,
When you were married to her. Busse me; good
Truth, I loue you better then my father, deede.
Ant.
Thy father? Gratious, ô bounteous heauen!
I doe adore thy Iustice; Venit in nostras manus
Tandem vindicta, venit & tota quidem.
Iul.
Truth, since my mother dyed, I lou'd you best.
Something hath angred you; pray you look merily.
Ant.
I will laugh, and dimple my thinne cheeke,
With capring ioy; chuck, my heart doth leape
To graspe thy bosome. Time, place, and blood,
How fit you close togither! Heauens tones
Strike not such musick to immortall soules,
As your accordance sweetes my breast withall.
Me thinks I pase vpon the front of Ioue,
And kick corruption with a scornefull heele,
Griping this flesh, disdaine mortalitie.
O that I knewe which ioynt, which side, which lim
Were father all, and had no mother in't:
That I might rip it vaine by vaine; and carue reuenge
In bleeding races: but since 'tis mixt together,
Haue at aduenture, pel mell, no reuerse.
Iul.
O God, youle hurt me. For my sisters sake,
Pray you doe not hurt me. And you kill me, deede,
Ile tell my father
An.
O, for thy sisters sake, I flagge reuenge.
Andr.
Reuenge.
Ant.
Stay, stay, deare father, fright mine eyes no more.
Reuenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth,
And cleares his heart. Come, prettie tender childe,
It is not thee I hate, not thee I kill.
Thy fathers blood that flowes within thy veines,
Is it I loath; is that, Reuenge must sucke.
I loue thy soule: and were thy heart lapt vp
In any flesh, but in Piero's bloode,
I would thus kisse it: but being his: thus, thus,
And thus Ile punch it, Abandon feares.
Whil'st thy wounds bleede, my browes shall gush out teares.
Iuli.
So you will loue me, doe euen what you will.
Ant.
Now barkes the Wolfe against the full cheekt
Moone.
Now croakes the toad, & night crowes screech aloud,
Fluttering 'bout casements of departing soules.
Now gapes the graues, and through their yawnes let loose
Imprison'd spirits to reuisit earth:
And now swarte night, to swell thy hower out,
Behold I spurt warme bloode in thy blacke eyes.
From vnder the stage agroane.
Ant.
Howle not thou pury mould, groan not ye graues.
Worthie his father. So: I feele no breath.
His iawes are falne, his dislodg'd soule is fled:
And now there's nothing, but Piero, left.
He is all Piero, father all. This blood,
This breast, this heart, Piero all:
Whome thus I mangle. Spright of Iulyo,
Forget this was thy trunke. I liue thy friend.
Maist thou be twined with the softst imbrace
Of cleare eternitie: but thy fathers blood,
I thus make incense of, to vengeance.
Ghost of my poysoned Syre, sucke this fume:
To sweete reuenge perfume thy circling ayre,
With smoake of bloode. I sprinkle round his goare,
And dewe thy hearse, with these fresh reeking drops.
Loe thus I heaue my blood-died handes to heauen:
Euen like insatiate hell, still crying; More.
My heart hath thirsting Dropsies after goare.
Sound peace, and rest, to Church, night ghosts, and
graues.
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