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SCENA QVARTA.

Enter Castilio and Forobosco, two Pages with torches, Lucio bare, Piero and Maria, Galeatzo, two Senators and Nutriche.
Piero to Maria.
Pie.
Sit close vnto my breast, heart of my loue,
Aduance thy drooping eyes,
Thy sonne is drownde,
Rich happinesse that such a sonne is drownde.
Thy husband's deade, life of my ioyes most blest,
In that the saplesse logge, that prest thy bed
With a vnpleasing waight, being lifted hence,
Euen I Piero, liue to warme his place.
I tell you, Ladie, had you view'd vs both,
With an vnprtiall eye, when first we woo'd
Your maiden beauties, I had borne the prize,
Tis firme I had: for, faire, I ha done that

Ma.
Murder.

Pie.
Which he would quake to haue aduentur'd;
Thou know'st I haue.

Mari.
Murdred my husband.

Pier.
Borne out the shock of war, & done, what not,
That valour durst. Do'st loue me fairest? say.

Ma.
As I doe hate my son, I loue thy soule.

Pie.
Why then Io to Hymen, mount a loftie note:
Fill red cheekt Bacchus, let Lyeus flote
In burnisht gobblets. Force the plump lipt god,
Skip light lauoltaes in your full sapt vaines.
Tis well brim full. Euen I haue glut of blood:
Let quaffe carouse; I drinke this Burdeaux wine
Vnto the health of deade Andrugio,
Feliche, Strotzo, and Antonios ghosts.
Would I had some poyson to infuse it with;
That hauing done this honour to the dead,
I might send one to giue them notice ont.
I would indeere my fauour to the full.
Boy, sing alowd, make heauens vault to ring
With thy breaths strength. I drink. Now lowdly sing.

CANTAT.
The song ended, the Cornets sound a Cynet.