 | The double Marriage |  |
Actus quintus
Scæna prima.
Enter Ascanio and Martia above.Mart.
As you are Noble, keep me from discovery,
And let me onely run a strangers fortune;
For when the King shall find I am his daughter
He ever holds most ominous, and hates most:
With what eyes can he look, how entertain me,
But with his feares and cruelties?
Asc.
I have found you,
Suspect not. I am bound to what you like best,
What you intend. I dare not be so curious
To question now; and what you are, lies hid here.
Enter Ferand and Ronvere above.
The King comes, make your fortune, I shall joy in't.
Ron.
All things are ready sir to make you merry,
And such a King, you shall behold him now.
Fer.
I long for't,
For I have need of mirth.
Ron.
The Lady sir.
Fer.
Now as I am a King, a sprightly beauty,
A goodly sweet aspect! my thanks Ronvere,
My best thanks; on your lips I seale your wishes,
Be what you can; imagine mine, and happy.
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And let this Monarch enter.
Enter Sess. and Mr. Bortsw. Gunner, and Saylors.
Rover.
These are the Switzers.
I told your grace of.
Fer.
Goodly promising fellowes,
With faces to keep fooles in awe, I like 'em;
Goe guard the presence well, and doe your duties,
To morrow I shall take a further view:
Sess.
You shall Sir,
Or I shall loose my will; how the whore's mounted?
How she sits thron'd? thou blasing muddy meteor,
That frightest the underworld, with lustfull flashes,
How I shall dash thy flames? away, no word more:
Ex. Sess. and his company. Florish Cor.
Enter Villio, Castruchio, Doctor, and a guard.
Fer.
Now, here he comes in glory, be merry Masters,
meat conveyed away.
A Banquet too?
Ron.
O, he must sit in State Sir!
Asca.
How rarely he is usher'd? can he thinke now
He is a King indeed?
Ron.
Mark but his countenance.
Cast.
Let me have pleasures infinite, and to the height,
And women in abundance, many women,
Enter Ladies.
I will disport my grace,
Stand there and long for me.
What have ye brought me here? is this a Feast
Fit for a Prince? a mighty Prince? are these things,
These preparations, ha?
Doct.
May it please your grace?
Cast.
It does not please my grace: where are the Marchpanes,
The Custards double royall, and the subtleties?
Why, what weak things are you to serve a Prince thus?
Where be the delicates oth' earth and ayre?
The hidden secrets of the Sea? am I a Plow-man,
You pop me up with porridge? hang the Cooks.
Fer.
O most Kingly:
What a majestique anger.
Cast.
Give me some wine.
Asca.
He cooles agen now.
Cast.
Foole, where are my Players?
Let me have all in pomp; let 'em play some love matter,
To make the Ladies itch, I'le be with you anon Ladies;
You black eyes, I'le be with you
Give me some wine I say,
And let me have a Masque of Cuckolds enter:
Of mine own Cuckolds,
And let 'em come in, peeping and rejoycing,
Just as I kisse their wives, and somewhat glorying.
Some wine I say, then for an excellent night-peece,
To shew my glory to my loves, and minions:
I will have some great Castle burnt.
Vil.
Harke you brother:
If that be to please these Ladies, tenne to one
The fire first takes upon your own, look to that;
Then you may shew a night peece.
Cast.
Where's this wine?
Why shall I choak? doe yee long all to be tortur'd?
Doct.
Here Sir.
Cast.
Why, what is this? why Doctor,
Wine and water Sir.
Doct.
'Tis Soveraign for your heat, you must endure it.
Vil.
Most excellent to coole your nigh-peece Sir.
Doct.
You are of a high and cholericke complexion,
And you must have all ayes.
Cast.
Shall I have no sheere wine then?
Doct.
Not for a world: I tender your deare life Sir;
And he is no faithfull Subject—
Vil.
No, by no meanes:
Of this you may drinke; and never hang, nor quarter,
Nor never whip the fool, this liquors mercifull.
Cast.
I will sit down and eat then: Kings when th'are hungry,
May eat I hope.
Doct.
Yes, but they eat discreetly.
Cast.
Come, taste this dish, and cut me liberally;
I like sauce well.
Doct.
Fie 'tis too hot Sir:
Too deeply season'd with the spice, away with 't,
You must acquaint your stomack with those diets
Are temperately nourishing.
Cast.
But pray stay Doctor,
And let me have my meat agen.
Doct.
By no meanes:
I have a charge concerns my life.
Cast.
No meat neither;
Doe Kings never eat Doctor?
Doct.
Very little Sir.
And that too very choice.
Vil.
Your King never sleeps Brother,
He must not sleep, his cares still keep him waking.
Now he that eats and drinkes much, is a dormouse;
The third part of a wafer, is a weeks diet.
Cast.
Appoint me something then.
Doct.
There.
Cast.
This I feel good,
But it melts too suddainly; yet, how, that gone too!
Ye are not mad! I charge you:
take away.
Doct.
For your health Sir,
A little quickens nature, much depresses.
Cast.
Eat nothing for my health? that's a new dyet;
Let me have something, something has some savour.
Why thou uncourteous Doctor, shall I hang thee?
Doct.
'Tis better Sir, then I should let you surfet;
My death were nothing.
Vil.
To loose a King, were terrible.
Cast.
Nay, then I'le carve my self, I'le stay no ceremonies.
This is a Partridge Pye, I am sure that's nourishing,
Or Galen is an Asse: 'tis rarely season'd:
Ha Doctor have I hit right? a mark, a mark there?
Vil.
What ailes thy grace?
Cast.
Retrive those Partridges.
Or as I am a King—
Doct.
Pray Sir be patient,
They are flowen too farre.
Vil.
These are breath'd pyes an't please you,
And your hawkes are such Buzzards.
Cast.
A King and have nothing,
Nor can have nothing!
Uil.
What think you of pudding?
A pudding Royall?
Cast.
To be royally starv'd,
Whip me this foole to death; he is a blockhead.
Vil.
Let 'em think they whip me, as we think you a King:
'T will be enough.
Cast.
As for you dainty Doctor, the Table taken away,
All gone, all snatch'd away, and I unsatsfied,
Without my wits being a King and hungry?
Suffer but this thy treason? I tell thee Doctor,
I tell it thee, in earnest, and in anger,
I am damnably hungry, my very grace is hungry.
Vil.
A hungry grace is fittest to no meale Sir.
Doct.
Some two houres hence, you shall see more: but still Sir,
You must retaine a strict and excellent dyet.
Vil.
It sharpens you, and makes your wit so poynant,
Your very words will kill.
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A bit of Marmalade
No bigger then a Pease.
Vil.
And that well butter'd,
The ayre thrice purified, and three times spirited,
Becomes a King: your rare conserve of nothing
Breeds no offence.
Cast.
Am I turn'd King Camelion,
And keep my Court ith' ayr?
Fer.
They vex him cruelly.
Asca.
In two dayes more they'l starve him.
Fer.
Now the women, there's no food left but they.
Asca.
They'l prove small nourishment.
Yet h'as another stomack and a great one,
I see by his eye.
Cast.
I'le have mine own power here;
Mine own Authority; I need no tutor.
Doctor this is no dyet.
Doct.
It may be Sir
Vil.
Birlady, it may turne to a dry dyet;
And how thy grace, will ward that—
Cast.
Stand off Doctor;
And talke to those that want faith,
Fer.
Hot and mighty.
Asca.
He will coole apace, no doubt.
Cast.
Faire, plump, and red,
A forehead high; an eye revives the dead;
A lip like ripest fruit, inviting still.
Vil.
But O, the rushy well, below the hill,
Take heed of that, for though it never faile
Take heed I say, for thereby hangs a taile.
Cast.
I'le get ye all with Childe.
Vil.
With one Childe Brother,
So many men in a Blew Coat.
Cast.
Had I fed well.
And drunk good store of wine, ye had been blest all,
Blest all with double Births; come kisse me greedily,
And think no more upon your foolish Husbands,
They are transitory things: a Kings fame meets you,
Doct.
Vanish away.
Ex. Women.
Cast.
How, they gone too? my guard there:
Take me this devill Doctor, and that foole there,
And sow 'em in a sack; bring back the women,
The lovely women, drown these rogues or hang 'em.
Asca.
He is in earnest Sir.
Fer.
In serious earnest,
Enter Sess. Master, Boatsw. Gunner and Saylors.
I must needs take him off.
Sess.
Now, now be free.
Now liberty, now Country-men, shake from ye
The Tyrants yoake.
All Liberty, liberty, liberty.
Guard.
Treason, treason, treason.
Fer.
We are betrayed, fly to the town, cry treason,
And raise our faithfull friends; O my Ascanio.
Asca.
Make haste, we have way enough.
Guard.
Treason, treason.
Ex. Fer. Asca. and guard.
Sess.
Spare none, put all to th'sword: a vengeance shake thee;
Art thou turn'd King againe?
Cast.
I am a rascall:
Spare me but this time, if ever I see King more,
Or once beleeve in King.
Sess.
The ports are ours.
The treasure and the port, fight bravely Gentlemen;
Cry to the Town, cry liberty and honour;
Waken their persecuted soules, cry loudly,
One of crying Liberty and freedome.
We'l share the wealth among ye.
Cast.
Doe you heare Captaine?
If ever you heare me, name a King.
Sess.
You shall not.
Cast.
Or though I live under one, obey him.
Gun.
This rogue againe.
Sess.
Away with him good Gunner.
Cast.
Why look ye Sir? I'le put you to no charg;
I'le never eat.
Gun.
I'le take a course, you shall not
Come, no more words.
Enter Boatsw.
Cast.
Say nothing when you kill me.
Sess.
He's taken to the Towers strength;
Now stand sure Gentlemen.
We have him in a pen, he cannot scape us,
The rest oth' Castle's ours; liberty, liberty:
What is this City up?
Boatsw.
They are up and glorious,
And rouling like a storm they come; their Tents
Ring nothing but liberty and freedome.
The women are in Arms too.
Sess.
Let 'em come all.
Honour and liberty.
All.
Honour and liberty.
Exeunt.
Enter Iuliana.
Jul.
This womans threats, her eyes, even red with fury
Which like prodigious meteors, foretold
Assur'd destruction, are still before me.
Besides I know such natures unacquainted
With any meane, or in their love, or hatred,
And she that dar'd all dangers to possesse him,
Will check at nothing, to revenge the losse
Of what she held so deare, I first discover'd
Her bloody purposes, which she made good,
And openly profess'd 'em; that in me
Was but a cold affection; charity
Commands so much to all; for Virolet
Me thinks I should forget my Sexes weaknesse,
Rise up, and dare beyond a womans strength;
Then doe, not counsell: he is too secure,
And in my judgement, 'twere a greater service
To free him from a deadly Enemy,
Then to get him a friend. I undertooke too,
To crosse her plots, oppos'd my piety,
Against her malice; and shall vertue suffer?
No Martia, wer't thou here equally armed,
I have a cause, spite of thy masculine breeding,
That would assure the victory: my angell
Direct and help me.
Enter Virolet, like Ronvere.
Vir.
The State in Combustion,
Part of the Cittadell forc'd, the treasure seiz'd on;
The guards corrupted, arme themselves against
Their late protected Master; Ferrant fled too,
And with small strength, into the Castles Tower,
The onely Aventine, that now is left him?
And yet the undertakers, nay, performers,
Of such a brave and glorious enterprize,
Are yet unknown: they did proceed like men,
I like a childe; and had I never trusted
So deep a practise unto shallow foole,
Besides my soules peace, in my Iuliana,
The honour of this action had been mine,
In which, accurs'd, I now can claime no share.
Iul.
Ronvere! 'tis he, a thing, next to the devill
I most detest, and like him terrible;
Martia's right hand, the Instrument I feare too,
That is to put her bloody will into act.
Have I not will enough, and cause too mighty?
Weake womens fear, fly from me.
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Sure this habit,
This likenesse to Ronvere which I have studied,
Either admits me safe to my designe,
Which I too cowardly have halted after,
And suffer'd to be ravish't from my glory;
Or sincks me and my miseries together;
Either concludes me happy.
Iul.
He stands musing,
Some mischiefe is now hatching:
In the full meditation, of his wicknesse,
I'le sink his cursed soule: guid my hand heaven,
And to my tender arm give strength and fortun,
That I may doe a pious deed all ages
Shall blesse my name for; all remembrance Crown she.
Uir.
It shall be so.
Jul.
It shall not, take that token,
And beare it the lustfull Arms of Martia,
Tell her, for Uirolets deare sake, I sent it.
Uir.
O I am happy, let me see thee,
That I may blesse the hand that gave me liberty,
O courteous hand, nay, thou hast done most nobly,
And heaven has guided thee, 'twas their great justice;
O blessed wound, that I could come to kisse thee!
How beautifull, and sweet thou shewest!
Jul.
Oh!
Vir.
Sighe not,
Nor weep not Deare, shed not those soveraign Balsoms
Into my blood; which must recover me;
Then I shall live again, to doe a mischiefe,
Against the mightinesse of love and vertue,
Some base unhallowed hand shall rob thy right off.
Help me, I faint: so.
Iul.
O unhappy wench!
How has my zeale abus'd me? you that guard vertue,
Were ye asleep? or doe you laugh at innocence?
You suffer'd this mistake? O my deare Virolet!
An everlasting curse follow that forme
I strook thee in his name ever blasted:
For his accursed shadow has betrayed
The sweetnesse of all youth, the noblenesse,
The honour, and the valor; wither'd for ever
The beauty and the bravery of all mankind:
O my dull, devils eyes.
Uir.
I doe forgive you,
By this, and this I doe; I know you were cozend;
The shadow of Ronvere, I know you aym'd at,
And not at me; but 'twas most necessary,
I should be struk, some hand above directed you,
For Juliana could not shew her justice
Without depriving high heaven of his glory,
Or any subject fit for her, but Virolet;
Forgive me too, and take my last breath sweet one,
This the new marriage of our soules together;
Thinke of me Iuliana, but not often,
For feare my faults should burthen your affections,
Pray for me, for I faint.
Vir.
O stay a little,
A little little Sir.
Iul.
Fye Iuliana.
Iul.
Shall I outlive the vertue, I have murderd?
Vir.
Hold, or thou hatest my peace: give me the dagger;
On your obedience, and your love, deliver it.
If you doe thus, we shall not meet in heaven sweet;
No guilty blood comes there; kill your intentions,
And then you conquer: there where I am going,
Would you not meet me Deare?
Jul.
Yes.
Vir.
And still love me?
Iul.
And still behold you.
Vir.
Live then till heaven cals you,
Then ripe and full of sweetnesse you rise Sainted.
Then I that went before you to prepare,
Shall meet and welcome you, and daily court you
With Hymnes of holy Love—I goe out,
Give me your hand, farewell, in peace farewell,
Remember me, farewell.
dyes.
Iul.
Sleep you sweet glasses,
An everlasting slumber Crown those Christals,
All my delight adue, farewell, Deare Virolet,
Deare, Deare, most Deare; O I can weep no more,
My body now is fire, and all consuming,
Here will I sit, forget the world, and all things,
And onely waite what heaven shall turne me to,
For now me thinkes, I should not live,
She sits down.
Enter Pandulfo.
Pand.
O my sweet daughter,
The worke is finisht now, I promis'd thee:
Here are thy vertues shewed, here register'd,
And here shall live for ever.
Iul.
Blot it, burne it,
I have no vertue, hatefull I am as hell is.
Pand.
Is not this Uirolet?
Vir.
Aske no more questions,
Mistaking him, I kil'd him.
Pand.
O my Sonne,
Nature turnes to my heart again, my deare Sonne,
Sonne of my age, would'st thou goe out so quickly?
So poorly take thy leave, and never see me?
Was this a kind stroake daughter? could you love him?
Honour his Father, and so deadly strike him?
O wither'd timelesse youth, are all thy promises,
Thy goodly growth of Honors come to this?
Doe I halt still ith' world, and trouble nature,
When her maine pieces founder, and faile daily?
Enter Boy, and three Servants.
Boy he does weep certain: what bodies that lies by him?
How doe you Sir?
Pand.
O look there Lucio,
Thy Master, thy best Master.
Boy.
Woe is me.
They have kill'd him, slaine him basely, O my Master,
Pand.
Well daughter well; what heart you had to do this;
I know he did you wrong; but 'twas his fortune,
And not his fault, for my sake that have lov'd you,
But I see now, you scorne me too.
Boy.
O Mistrisse?
Can you sit there, and his cold body breathlesse?
Basely upon the earth?
Pand.
Let her alone Boy,
She glories in his end.
Boy.
You shall not fit here,
And suffer him you loved—ha; good Sir come hither,
Come hither quickly, heave her up; O heaven Sir,
O God, my heart, she's cold; cold and stiffe too.
Siffe as a stake, she's dead.
Pand.
She's gone, nere bend her,
I know her heart, she could not want his company:
Blessing goe with thy soule, sweet Angels shadow it
O, that I were the third now, what a happinesse?
But I must live, to see you layed in earth both,
Then build a Chapell to your memories,
Where all my wealth shall fashion out your storyes.
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How sweet she looks, her eyes are open smiling,
I thought she had been alive; you are my charge Sir,
And amongst you, I'le see his goods distributed.
Take up the bodies, mourn in heart my friends,
Yon have lost two Noble succors; follow me,
And thou sad Country, weepe this misery.
Exeunt.
Enter Sess. Boitswaine, Master, Gunner, Citizens, and Souldiers, as many as may be.
Sess.
Keep the Ports strongly mand, and let none enter,
But such as are known Patriots.
All.
Liberty, liberty.
Sess.
'Tis a substantiall thing, and not a word
You men of Naples, which if once taken from us,
All other blessings leave us; 'tis a Jewell
Worth purchasing, at the dear rate of life,
And so to be defended. O remember
What you have suffer'd, since you parted with it;
And if again you wish not to be slaves,
And properties to Ferrands pride and lust,
Take noble courage, and make perfect what
Is happily begun.
1. Cit.
Our great preserver,
You have infranchis'd us, from wretched bondage.
2. Cit.
And might be known, to whom we owe our freedome,
We to the death would follow him.
3. Cit.
Make him King,
The Tyrant once remov'd.
Sess.
That's not my end.
'Twas not ambition that brought me hither,
With these my faithfull friends, nor hope of spoile;
For when we did possesse the Tyrants treasure,
By force extorted from you, and employed
To load you with most miserable thraldome,
We did not make it ours, but with it purchas'd
The help of these, to get you liberty,
That for the same price kept you in subjection.
Nor are we Switzers, worthy Country-men,
But Neapolitans; now eye me well:
And tho the reverend Emblems of mine age,
My Silver locks are shorne, my beard cut off,
Partaking yet of an adulterate Colour;
Tho 14. yeares you have not seen this face,
You may remember it, and call to mind,
There was a Duke of Sess, A much wrong'd Prince,
Wrong'd by this Tyrant Ferrand.
1. Cit.
Now I know him.
2. Cit.
'Tis he, long live the Duke of Sess.
Sess.
I thank you.
The injuries I receiv'd, I must confesse,
Made me forget the love I owed this Country,
For which I hope, I have given satisfaction,
In being the first that stir'd, to give it freedome;
And with your loves and furtherance, will call back,
Long banisht peace, and plenty, to this people;
2. Cit.
Lead where you please, we'l follow.
1. Cit.
Dare all dangers.
Enter Pandulf, the Bodies of Uirolet, and Iuliana, upon a Hearse.
Ses.
What solemne funeral's this?
Pand.
There rest a while,
And if't be possible there can be added
Wings to your swift desire of just revenge,
Hear, (if my teares will give way to my words)
In briefe a most sad story.
Ses.
Speake, what are they?
I know thee well Pandulfo.
Pand.
My best Lord?
As farre as sorrow will give leave, most welcome;
This Virolet was, and but a Sonne of mine,
I might say, the most hopefull of our Gentry;
And though unfortunate, never Ignoble:
But I'le speake him no further. Look on this,
This face, that in a Savage would move pitty,
The wonder of her Sex; and having said
'Tis Iuliana, Eloquence will want words
To set out her deservings; this blest Lady
That did indure the Rack, to save her Husband,
That Husband, who, in being forc'd to leave her,
Indur'd a thousand tortures; By what practise,
I know not, (bur 'twas sure a cunning one)
Are made, the last I hope, but sad examples
Of Ferrands Tyranny. Convey the bodies hence.
Ses.
Expresse your sorrow
In your revenge, not teares, my worthy Souldiers:
That fertile earth, that teem'd so many children,
To feed his cruelty, in her wounded wombe,
Can hardly now receive 'em.
Boatsw.
We are cold,
Cold walls shall not keep him from us.
Gun.
Were he cover'd with mountaines, and roome onely for a
Bullet to be sent levell at him, I would speed him.
Mr.
Let's scale this petty Towre; at Sea we are Falcons,
And fly unto the maine top in a moment.
What then can stop us here?
1 Cit.
We'l teare him peece-meale.
2 Cit.
Or eat a passage to him.
Ses.
Let discretion
Direct your anger; that's a victory,
Which is got with least losse, let us make ours such:
And therefore friends, while we hold parly here,
Raise your scalado, on the other side,
But enter'd weake, your suffrings.
Ex. Saylors and Souldiers.
1 Cit.
In our wrongs.
There was no meane.
2 Cit.
Nor in our full revenge
Will we know any.
Sess.
Be appeas'd good man,
No sorrow can redeem them from deaths Prison;
What his inevitable hand hath seiz'd on,
The world cannot recover. All the comfort
That I can give to you, is to see vengeance
Pour'd dreadfully upon the Authors head,
Of which their ashes may be sensible,
That have falne by him.
sound a parly.
Enter Ferrand, Martia, Ascanio, and Ronvere, above.
Pand.
They appeare.
Fer.
'Tis not that we esteme rebellious Traytors
Worthy an answer to their proudest Sommons
That we vouchsafe our presence; or to exchange
One syllable with 'em: but to let such know,
Though Circled round with treason, all points bent
As to their Center at my heart, 'tis free,
Free from feare villaines, and in this weake Tower
Ferrand commands as absolute, as when
He trod upon your necks, and as much scornes you.
And when the Sunne of Majesty shall breake through
The clouds of your rebellion, every beame
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Consuming plagues among you; and you call
That government which you term'd tyrannous
Hereafter, gentle.
Ses.
Flatter not thy selfe
With these deluding hopes, thou cruell beast,
Thou art ith' toyle, and the glad Huntsman prouder,
By whom thou art taken, of his prey, then if
(Like thee) he should command, and spoile his Forrest.
Fer.
What art thou?
Ses.
To thy horror, Duke of Sesse.
Fer.
The Divel.
Sess.
Reserv'd for thy damnation.
Fer.
Why shakes my love?
Mart.
O I am lost for ever;
Mountains divide me from him; some kind hand
Prevent our fearfull meeting: Or lead me.
To the steep rock, whose rugged brows are bent
Upon the swelling main; there let me hide me:
And as our bodies then shall be divided,
May our soules never meet.
Fer.
Whence grows this, Sweetest?
Mar.
There are a thousand furies in his looks;
And in his deadly silence more loud horror,
Then when in Hell the tortur'd and tormentors
Contend whose shreeks are greater. Wretched me!
It is my father.
Ses.
Yes, and I wil own her, Sir,
Till my revenge. It is my daughter, Ferrand;
My daughter, thou hast whor'd.
Fer.
I triumph in it:
To know she's thine, affords me more true pleasure,
Then the act gave me, When even at the height,
I crack'd her Virgin zone. Her shame dwell on thee,
And all thy family; may they never know
A female issue, but a whore, Ascanio.
Ronvere, look cheerfully; be thou a man too,
And learn of me to die. That we might fall,
And in our ruines swallow up this Kingdom,
Nay the whol world, and make a second Chaos.
And if from thence a new beginning rise,
Be it recorded this did end with us;
And from our dust hath embryon.
Ron.
I liv'd with you,
And wil die with you; your example makes me
Equally bold.
Asc.
And I resolv'd to beare
What ere my fate appoints me.
Ses.
They are ours,
Now to the spoyle.
Bots.
Pity the Lady; to all else be deaft.
Exeunt.
Within,
Kill, kill, kill.
Alarum, Flo. Trumpets.
Retreat.
Enter Sesse with Ferrands head, the Citizens, Master, Boteswain, Gunner, Souldiers, bringing in Ascanio and Martia.
Ses.
Cruell beginnings meet with cruell ends;
And the best sacrifice to Heaven for peace,
Is tyrants blood: and those that stuck fast to him,
Flesh'd instruments in his commands to mischiefe,
With him dispatch'd.
Bots.
They are all cut off.
Ses.
Tis well.
All.
Thanks to the Duke of Sesse.
Ses.
Pay that to Heaven,
And for a generall joy, give generall thanks:
For blessings nere descend from Heaven, but when
A gratefull Sacrifice ascends from men.
To your devotion; leave me; there's a Scene,
Which I would act alone; yet you may stay,
For wanting just spectators, twill be nothing.
The rest forbeare me.
Citizens.
Liberty liberty, liberty.
Mar.
I would I were as far beneath the Centre,
As now I stand above it; how I tremble!
Thrice happy they that dyed; I dying live
To stand the whirlwind of a fathers fury.
Now it moves toward me.
Ses.
Thou, I want a name,
By which to stile thee: All articulate sounds
That do expresse the mischiefe of vile woman,
That are, or have been, or shall be, are weak
To speak thee to the height. Witch, parricide,
For thou, in taking leave of modesty,
Hast kild thy father, and his honour lost;
He's but a walking shadow, to torment thee.
To leave, and rob thy father; then set free
His foes, whose slavery he did prefer
Above all treasure, was a strong defeazance
To cut off, even the surest bonds of mercy.
After all this, having given up thy selfe,
Like to a sensuall beast, a slave to lust,
To play the whore, and then (high Heaven it racks me)
To finde out none to quench thy appetite,
But the most cruell King, whom next to Hell,
Thy father hated; and whose black imbraces
Thou shouldst have fled from, as the whips of furies;
What canst thou look for?
Enter Pandulph, and bodies borne on the Herse.
Mart.
Death; and tis not in you
To hurt me further: my old resolution,
Take now the place of feare; in this I liv'd,
In this Ile die, your daughter.
Pand.
Look but here;
You had, I know, a guilty hand in this;
Repent it Lady.
Mart.
Juliana dead?
And Virolet?
Pand.
by her unwilling hand.
Mart.
Fates you are equall. What can now fall on me,
That I wil shrink at? now unmov'd I dare
Look on your anger, and not bend a knee
To aske your pardon: let your rage run higher
Then billows rais'd up by a violent Tempest,
And be as that is, deafe to all intreaties:
They are dead, and I prepar'd; for in their fall
All my desires are sum'd up.
Ses.
Impudent too?
Die in it wretch.
Bots.
Stay sir.
Botsw. kils her.
Ses.
How dar'st thou villaine,
Snatch from my sword the honour of my justice?
Bots.
I never did you better service sir,
Yet have been ever faithfull. I confesse
That she deserv'd to die; but by whose hand?
Not by a fathers. Double all her guilt,
It could not make you innocent, had you done it.
In me tis murder, in you twere a crime
Heaven could not pardon. Witnesse that I love you,
And in that love I did it.
Ses.
Thou art Noble,
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Ascan.
My turn is next: since she could finde no mercy,
What am I to expect?
Cit.
With one voyce, sir,
The Citizens salute you, with the stile
Of King of Naples.
Ses.
I must be excus'd,
The burden is too heavy for my shoulder,
Bestow it where tis due. Stand forth Ascanio,
It does belong to you; live long and weare it,
And warn'd by the example of your Unkle,
Learn that you are to govern men, not beasts:
And that it is a most improvident head,
That strives to hurt the limbs that do support it.
Give buriall to the dead; for me, and mine,
We wil again to Sea, and never know,
The place, which in my birth first gave me woe.
Exeunt.
Flor. Trumpets.
FINIS.
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