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Actus 5.
Scæn. 1.
Enter Sebastiano.Seb.
My friend, my noble friend, that had deserved
Most honorably from me, by this hand
Divorc'd from life, and yet I have the use ont,
Haplesse Sebastiano; oh Berinthia,
Let me for ever lose the name of Brother,
Wilt thou not curse my memory, give me up
To thy just hate a murtherer.
Enter Villarezo.
Uil.
Ha, this must not be Sebastiano,
I shall be angry if you throw not off
This mellancholly, it does ill become you,
Doe you repent your duty, were the action
Againe presented to be done by thee:
And being done, againe should challenge from thee
A new performance, thou wouldst shew no blood
Of Vilarezoes, if thou didst not runne
To act it, though all horror, death and vengeance
Dog'd thee at thy heeles; come I am thy Father,
Value my blessing, and for other peace
Ile to the King, let me no more see thee cloudy.
Exit
Enter Diego, Castabella like a page.
Die.
That was his Father.
Cast.
No more, farewell, be all silence.
Exit Diego
Cast.
Sir.
Seb.
Hees newly gone that way, mayst soone ore take him
Cast.
My businesse points at you sir.
Seb,
At me, what newes? thou hast a face of horrour, more
welcome speake it.
Cast.
If your name be Don Sebastiano, sir
I have a token from a friend.
Seb.
I have no friend alive boy, carry it backe,
Tis not to me, I've not another friend
In all the world.
He that hath sent you sir this gift, did love you,
Youle say your selfe he did.
Seb.
Ha, name him prethee.
Cast.
The friend I came from was Antonio.
Seb.
Thou lyest, and thart a villane, who hath sent thee
To tempt Sebastianoes soule to act on thee
Another death, for thus afrighting me.
Cast.
Indeede I doe not mocke, nor come to afright you
Heaven knowes my heart, I know Antonioes dead,
But twas a gift he in his life design'd
To you, and I have brought it.
Seb.
Thou dost not promise cozenage, what gift is it?
Cast.
It is my selfe sir, while Antonio liv'd, I was his boy,
But never did boy loose so kinde a Master, in his life he
Promised he would bestow me, so much was his love
To my poore merit, on his dearest friend,
And nam'd you sir, if heaven should point out
To overlive him, for he knew you would
Love me the better for his sake, indeed
I will be very honest to you, and
Refuse no service to procure your love
And good opinion to me.
Seb.
Can it be
Thou wert his boy, oh thou shouldst hate me then,
Th'art false, I dare not trust thee, unto him
Thou shewest thee now unfaithfull to accept
Of me, I kild him thy Master, twas a friend
He could commit thee to, I onely was,
Of all the stocke of men his enemy,
His cruellest enemy.
Cast.
Indeede I am sure it was, he spoke all truth,
And had he liv'd to have made his will, I know
He had bequeathed me as a legacy
To be your boy; alas I am willing sir
To obey him in it, had he laid on me
Command, to have mingled with his sacred dust,
My unprofitable blood, it should have beene
A most glad sacrifice, and 't had beene honour
You did not kill him with a heart of mallice,
But in contention with your very soule
To part with him.
Seb.
All is as true as Oracle by heaven,
Dost thou beleeve so?
Cast.
Indeede I doe.
Seb.
Yet be not rash;
Tis no advantage to belong to me,
I have no power nor greatnesse in the Court,
To raise thee to a fortune, worthy of
So much observance as I shall expect
When thou art mine.
Cast.
All the ambition of my thoughts shall be
To doe my dutie sir.
Seb.
Besides, I shall afflict thy tendernesse
With sollitude and passion, for I am
Onely in love with sorrow, never merry,
Weare out the day in telling of sad tales,
Delight in sighes and teares; sometimes I walke
To a Wood or River purposely to challenge
The bouldest Eccho, to send backe my groanes
Ith' height I breake e'm, come I shall undoe thee.
Cast.
Sir, I shall be most happy to beare part
In any of your sorrowes, I nere had
So hard a heart but I could shed a teare
To beare my Master company.
Seb.
I will not leave thee if thou'lt dwell with me
For wealth of Indies, be my loved boy,
Come in with me, thus Ile begin to do
Some recompence for dead Antonio.
Enter Berinthia,
Ber.
So I will dare my fortune to be cruell,
And like a mountanous peece of earth that suckes
The balls of hot Artillery, I will stand
And weary all the gunshot; oh my soule
Thou hast beene too long icy Alpes of snow;
Have buried my whole nature, it shall now
Turne Element of fire, and fill the ayre
With bearded Comets, threatning death and horrour
Nay murther'd, for with Antonio
My breath expired, and I but borrow this
To court revenge for justice, if there be
Those furies which doe waite on desperate men,
As some have thought, and guide their hands to mischiefe
Come from the wombe of night, assist a maide
Ambitious to be made a monster like you;
I will not dread your shapes, I am dispos'd
To be at friendship with you, and want nought
But your blacke aide to seale it.
Enter Mounte Nigro and Ansilva.
Mount.
First ile locke up thy
Gives her gold.
Tongue, and tell thee my honorable meaning, so,
To tell you the truth, it is a love-powder, J had it of the
Brave Doctor, which I would have thee to suger
The Ladies cup withall, for my sake wo't do't:
And if I marry her, shat find me a noble
Master, and thou shalt be my chiefe Gentlewoman
In Ordinary; keepe thy body loose, and thou shalt
Want no gowne I warrant thee; wo't do't.
Ans.
My Lord, I thinke my Lady is much taken with your
worth already, so that this will be superfluous,
Mount.
I Nay think she has cause enough, but I have a great
Mind to make an end on't, to tell you true, there are
Halfe a dozen about mee, but I had rather she should have
Me than an other; and my blood is growne so boysterous
For my body, thats another thing; so that if thou wilt
Doe it Ansilva, thou wilt doe thy Lady good service,
And live in the favour of Count de Monte Nigro;
I will make thy children kinne to me, if thou wo't
Do't.
Ans.
I am your honours handmaid, but—
Mount.
Heres a Diamond, prethee weare it, be not modest.
Ans.
'Tis done my Lord, urge it no further.
Mount.
But be secret too for my honors sake, we great men
Doe not love to have our actions laid open to the
Broad face of the world, Ile get thee with child,
And marry thee to a Knight, my brave Ansilva, take
Ans.
Jf there be any vertue in the powder, prepare to
Meete your wishes my noble Lord.
Moun.
Thy Count de monte nigro expect to be a Lady.
Exit.
Ber.
Ansilva.
Ans.
Madam.
Ber.
Nay you neede not hide it, I heard the conference,
And know the vertue of the powder, let me see it
Or ile discover all.
Ans.
I am undone.
Ber.
No, here take it againe, ile not prevent
My sisters happinesse and the Counts desire,
I am no Tell-tale good Ansilva giv't her,
And heavens succeede the operation,
I begge on my knee; feare not Ansilva,
I am all silence.
Exit:
Ans.
Indeede Madam, then shee shall have it presently.
Exit.
Enter Sebastiano, Castabella.
Cast.
Sir, if the opportunity I use
To comfort you be held a fault, and that
I keepe not distance of a servant, lay it
Vpon my love; indeede if it be an errour
It springs out of my duty.
Seb.
Prethee boy be patient;
The more I strive to throw off the remembrance
Of dead Antonio, love still rubbes the wounds
To make them bleede afresh.
Cast.
Alas they are past,
Binde up your owne for honours sake,
And shew love to your selfe, pray do not lose your reason,
To make your griefe so fruitlesse; I have procur'd
Some musicke sir to quiet those sad thoughts,
That makes such warre within you.
Seb.
Alas good boy, it will but adde more weights
Of dulnesse on me, I am stung with worse
Than the Tarantula, to be cur'd with musicke
'T has the exactest unity, but it cannot,
Accord my thoughts.
Cast.
Sir this your coach
Oh I beseech you taste it, ile begge
A little leave to sing;
She sings
Enter Berinthia.
Sweete sleepe charme his sad sences, and gentle
Thoughts let fall your flowing numbers, here and round
About hover cælestiall Angels with your wings
That none offend his quiet, sleepe begins
To cast his nets o're me too, ile obey,
And dreame on him, that dreames not what I am.
Ber.
Nature doth wrestle with me, but revenge
Doth arme my love against it, justice is
Above all tie of blood Sebastiano
Thou art the first shalt tell Antonioes ghost
How much I lov'd him.
She stabbes him upon his couch; Castab. rises and runnes in.
Seb.
Oh stay thy hand Berinthia? no
Th'ast don't, I wish thee heavens forgivenesse, I cannot
Tarry to heare thy reasons, at many doores,
My life runnes out, and yet Berinthia.
Doth in her name give me more wounds then these,
Antonio, oh Antonio, we shall now
Be friendes againe.
Dies.
Ber.
Hees dead, and yet I live, but not to fall
Lesse then a constellation, more flames must
Make up the fire that Berinthia
And her revenge, must bathe in.
Enter Catalina poysoned, pulling Ansilva by the haire.
Cast.
Sebastiano, sister.
Ans.
murder.
Cat.
Theres wild-fire in my bowells, sure I am poysoned;
Oh Berinthia.
Ber.
Ha, ha.
Cat.
Helpe me to teare Ansilva, I am poysoned by
The Count and this fury.
Ber.
Ha, ha.
Cat.
Doe you laugh hereat.
Ber.
Yes queene of hell to see thee
Sinke in the glory of thy hope for blisse:
But art sure th'art poysoned, ha?
Ans.
Nay I have my part on't, I did but sip, and my belly
Nigro hath poysoned us both.
Ber.
Y'are a paire of witches, and because
Ile keepe your potion working, know y'are both
Poyson'd by me, by me Berinthia,
Being thus tormented with my wrongs,
I arm'd my selfe with all provision
For my revenge, and had in readinesse
That faithfull poyson which ith' opportunity
I put upon Ansilva for the exchange
Of the amorous powder; oh fooles, my soule
Ravish thy selfe with laughter, politsion
My eldest divell sister, does the heate
Offend your stomacke, troth charity, a little charitie
Th'onely Antidote, thats cold enough:
Looke heres Sebastiano;
Now horrour strike thy soule, to whose fearelesse heart
I sent this punyard, for Antonioes death;
And if that peece of thy damnation
Ansilva had not don't, I meant to have writ
Revenge with the same point upon thy breast;
But I doe surfeit in this brave prevention:
Sleepe, sleepe Antonioes ashes, and now ope
Thou marbell chest to take Berinthia
To mingle with his dust.
Wounds her selfe.
Cat.
I have not so much heart as to curse, must I die?
Enter Vilarezo, Castabella, Mounte Nigro.
Cast.
Here my Lord, alas hees dead, my Sebastiano
Vil.
Catalina.
Cat.
I am poyson'd.
Vil.
Ha, Defend good heaven, by whom.
Ans.
I am poysoned too.
Vil.
Racke not my soule amazement, tis a dreame sure.
Ans.
Your Love-powder hath poysoned us both.
Mou.
What will become of me now, I would I were hang'd
To be out of my paine, by this flesh, as I am a Count.
I bought it of the Doctor for good love-powder;
But Madam I hope you are not poysoned in earnest.
Cat.
The devill on your fooleship, oh I must walke
No physicke to restore me? send for Sharkino, a cooler
A cooler, theres a Smiths forge in my belly, and the
Devill blowes the Bellowes, Snow-water, Berinthia
Has poysned me, sinke by mine owne engine;
I must hence, hence, farewell, will you let me die so?
Confusion, torment, death, hell.
Mount.
I am glad with all my heart that Berinthia has
Poysoned her, yet—
Ber.
Oh it becomes thee bravely, heare me sir.
Antonioes death and my dishonours now
Have just revenge; I stabb'd Sebastiano, poysoned my sister,
Oh but they made too soone a fury of me,
And split the patience, from whose dreadfull breach
Came these consuming fires, your passions fruitlesse;
My soule is reeling forth I know not whether;
Oh father my heart weepes teares, for you I dye, oh see
A maides revenge with her owne Tragedy.
Cat.
Ansilva, oh thou dull wretch, hell on thy cursed
Weakenesse, thou gavest me
The poyson, but I licke earth, hold, a gentleman
Vsher to support me, oh I am gone, the poyson
Now hath torne my heart in peeces, Moritur.
Uil.
I am Planet strucke, a direfull Tragedy, and have
I no part in't: how doe you like it, ha? wast not
Done toth' life? they are my owne children; this was
My eldest girle, this Berinthia the Tragedian,
Whose love by me resisted, was mother of all this
Horror; and theres my boy too, that slew Antonio
Valiantly, and fell under his sisters rage, what
Art thou boy?
Cast.
Ile tell you now I am no boy,
But haplesse Castabella, sister to
The slaine Antonio, I had hop'd to have
Some recompence by Sebastianoes love,
For whose sake in disguise I thus adventur'd
To purchase it, but death hath ravisht us,
And here I bury all my joyes on earth.
Sweet Lady, heres Count de Monte nigro alive
To be your servant.
Cast.
Hence dull greatnesse.
Vil.
Were you a friend of Sebastiano then?
Cast.
Ile give you testimony.
Uil.
No, I beleeve you, but thou canst not be my daughter;
Tis false, he lies that sayes Beriathia
Was author of their deathes, 'twas Villarezo,
A fathers wretched curiosity, dead, dead, dead.
Cast.
And I will leave the world too, for I meane
To spend the poore remainder of my dayes
In some Religious house, married to heaven,
And holy prayers for Sebastianoes soule,
And my lost brother.
Uil.
Will you so?
Cast.
I pray let Castabella have the honour
To enshrine his bones, and when my breath expires,
For sorrow promiseth I shall not live
To see more Sunnes, let me be buried by him
As neere as may be possible, that in death
Our dust may meete, oh my Sebastiano,
Thy wounds are mine.
Uil.
Come I am arm'd, take up their bodies, Castabella you
Are not chiefe mourner here, he was my sonne,
Remember that, Berinthia first, she was the
Youngest, put her ith' pithole first, then Catalina;
Strow, strow flowers enough upon em, for they
Were maides; now Sebastiano, take him
Vp gently, he was all the sonnes I had; now
March, come you and I are twinnes in this dayes
Vnhappinesse, wee'le march together, follow close
Wee'le overtake em, softly, and as we go,
Wee'le dare our fortune for another woe.
FJNIS.
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