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Actus quintus

Scena prima.

Enter Trappolin solus.
Trap.

The Duke is come home, and therefore
my hardest part is behind; Father Conjurer
and you be not my friend now I am undone;
Eo, Meo, and Areo sit you all close and lose not a
jot of your vertue: happen what will as soon as I
meet him his Highness, I will try the vertue of
my powder on him, let him take it how he please.

Enter Prudentia.
Prud.
Here is my brother, I will try him, perhaps
He may have chang'd his sullen humor now,
And set the Prince Horatio at liberty.
Most excellent noble Sir.

Trap.

My dear sister, how dost thou do? why look
you so sad, ha you got the green sickness to night
with lying alone? and you have I will take an order
for your cure very shortly, and to your liking too,
I'le have you married within these two days at the
furthest.

Prud.
Married Sir! unto whom?

Trap.
Unto my friend your lover, Prince Horatio.

Prud.
I am glad of this: Alas Sir, why then have you
Made him a close unhappy prisoner?

Trap.
I see the Duke hath met with him:
You do deceive your self Lady sister, indeed
You do put up my friend in prison? heaven defend.

Prud.
Sir, pardon me for speaking truth, I heard
When you commanded it.

Trap.

Sister mine, if I did I was drunk, and now I am
sober I will let him out. Sirra Pucchanello, so ho.

Prud.
May he continue always in this vein
Of kindness; thus his madness is not grievous.

Trap.

Madam sister, I am very sorry I was such a beast
as in my drink to commit such a fault; I pray you
forgive me.

Enter Pucchanello.
Pucch.

What is your Highness will?

Trap.

It is that you set Prince Horatio at liberty, and
send him hither presently.

Pucch.
I wonder—most willingly.

Exit.
Prud.
You are a gracious Prince, and the high Gods
Will recompence your pity unto lovers.

Trap.

What a Swine was I do such a thing! I am ashamed
as often as I think on't, I shall be ashamed
to look on my friend; sister, you must pray him to
forgive me.

Trap.
Sir, trouble not your self, and be assur'd,
Unless you part us, you can never do
Offence either unto the Prince or me.

Enter Horatio.
Hora.

It seems his mind is changed, the heavens be
praised.

Trap.

Prince Horatio, an you do not forgive me my
locking of you in prison, I shall never be merry again;
I did it when I was drunk, and my sister
knows that as soon as she told me on't, I sent for
you; I pray you therefore forgive me good Prince
Horatio.

Hora.
Most excellent Sir, I was a man unworthy
Of this sweet Ladies love, did I not freely.

Trap.

I thank you i'faith Prince Horatio with all my
heart I swear unto you, here take you my sister,
take her by the hand, lead her whether you will,
and do what you will unto her with her consent:
I am very sorry I parted you so long; I know Lovers
would be private, though they do nothing
but talk, therefore I will not hinder you: fare
you well both my Princely friend and Lady sister.

Prud.

The Gods preserve you.

Hora.

And reward your goodness.

Exeunt.
Trap.

Thus what the Duke doth I will undo—such
excuses will serve my turn well enough.

Enter Barbarino and Macchavil.

Here are my Lord banishers, it seems the Duke hath
set them at liberty, but in they go again as sure as
the cloaks on their backs.

Bar.
May the good angels that attend upon
Princes on earth, defend your Highness always
From every offensive thing.

Macc.
And may you live
A long and happy life, enlarge your state,
Excel in fame the first great Duke.

Trap.

Your good wishes I like, but credit me my
Lord Banishers, neither of you. Who let you out
of prison?

Bar.
He's mad as ere he was—your Highness Sir.

Trap.
You lye Sir: Pucchanello come hither quickly.

Macc.
Heavens be merciful, we must in again I see.
He do's and undo's, and remembers nothing.

Enter Pucchanello.
Trap.
Sirra Rogue, why did you set these two at liberty?

Pucc.
Your Highness did command it.

Mac.
If our Duke must be mad, the Gods grant him
That which he had the last.

Trap.
You ill-fac'd rascal you lie.

Pucc.
Beseech your Highness remember your self, it
Was at your command.

Trap.

It may be so, but I am sure I was drunk then,
and now I am sober they shall in again; therefore
take them with you, be gone I say.

Barb.

There is no remedy.

Macc.

Good gods pitty Florence.

Exeunt.
Trap.

Eo, Meo, and Areo, thanks i'faith; yet I am
suppos'd the Duke, Father Conjurer, by thy Art
I am suppos'd a Prince; stick to me still and be
my friend.

Enter Isabella.

Here is the Dutchess! Eo, Meo, and Areo, be true to
me, and I'le have a kiss or two at the least.

Isa.

Sir you are fortunately met.

Trap.

Who are you Lady Madam?

Isa.

Do you not know Sir?

Trap.

I'de have you tell me.

Isa.

I never knew him so before, I am your Wife.

Trap.

I'me glad on't I promise you, come and kiss
me then.

Isa.

You are wondrous merrily disposed.

Trap.

Madam Dutchess I am something jovial indeed,
I have been a drinking Montefiascone very
hard, kiss me again my dear Lady wife.

Isa.

He's drunk.

Trap.

You are a handsome woman I promise you:
prethee tell me my Lady Dutchess, am I a proper
handsome fellow?

Isa.
Do not jest with me Sir, you know you are
Him whom above the world I do esteem.

Trap.
Well said my Ladie wife.

Isa.
I nere saw him so distempered before.

Trap.
Have you nothing yet in your belly?

Isa.
You know I am with child Sir.

Trap.
Faith but I do not, for your belly swells not.

Isa.
I am full of wonder.

Trap.

Lady wife get you in, I am halfe drunk, and
now am unfit for you, but give me a kiss or two

before,—Madam Dutchess fare you wel.

Isab.
I had thought he had not been addicted to
A vice so loathsome as drunkenness.

Exit.
Trap.

Yet all happens very well; protest the Dutchess
is a gallant woman, I almost like her as
well as Flametta; I could lie with her and I
woo'd, but I am half honest, and will not wrong
the Duke nor Flametta. Why is not my wench
as good as she? wherein do they differ, but onely
in clothes? Flametta's a woman as right as she,
and perhaps naked as handsome: what good in
the night do jewels and fine clothes to a woman
when she hath them not on? besworn I am very
merry; Eo Meo and Areo are brave tame Devils,
and my Father Conjurer an excellent learned
fellow.

Exit singing.

scena secunda.

Enter Lavinio.
Ye glorious Plannets that do rightly guide
The giddy ships upon the Ocean waves,
If some of your malignant influences
Have rais'd this madness in my subjects heads,
Let some of your benigne influences,
Again restore them to their former sences:
Those Florentines whom all their enemies
Could not impeach, could not withstand in armes,
Suffer not, you immortal powers divine,
Thus to be ruin'd, by distraction.
Machavil and Barbarino appear in prison.

I am astonished, O Heavens, I know not what to
think!

Puchanello, Puchanello, let me out the two Lords,
and send them to me presently, I'le talk unto um
here at large.

Bar.
His ill fit's off.

Mac.
The goods be praised.

Lav.
I do not think that since the infancy
And first creation of the world, a madness
Pestiferous and equal unto this
Was ever known; good Heavens reveal (and soon)
The cause, that I may do my best to help it.

Enter Barbarino, Machavil and Puchanello.
Mac.
Long may this fit continue.

Barb.
If it hold alwaies, sure he's in's wits agen.

Lav.

I wonder, Lords, and justly, that you whom
I have known to have the noblest judgements,
should thus become distracted; you in your fits
of frenzie run to prison of your selves,

And think I sent you.

Bar.
Most royal Sir, we grieve to see these daies;
You did command us thither.

Lav.
I?

Mac.
Your Highness self.

Lav.
You are both deceiv'd; to do such idle errours,
And lay the blame on me doth more amaze me.
Puchanello how came these in prison?

Puc.
So please your Highness, you were angry with them
And did commit them.

Lav.
I commit them?
That thou art mad is not so great a wonder;
I tell you both with sorrow, witness heaven,
You are strangely bereav'd of your reason.
Well, go ye in, and pray unto the Gods
That they hereafter would be kind unto you
And keep you from relapse.

Mac.
Heavens bless your Highness.

Bar.
And be unto you a perpetual guard.

Exeunt.
Lav.
Famine, plague, war, the ruinous instruments
Wherewith the incensed dieties do punish
Weak mankind for misdeeds, had they all fallen
Upon this city, it had been a thing
To be lamented but not wondred at.
Enter Isabella.
O my dear Isabella! I have brought thee
From Milain flourishing in all delights,
Into a city full of men distracted.

Isab.
He is not sober yet. Go in and sleep Sir,
You do not well thus to bewray your weakness
Unto the publick view.

Lav.
My wife and all! O heavens!

Isa.
What say you Sir?

Lav.
My Isabella, thou hast cause to curse me
For bringing thee into a place infected:
The aire is sure pestiferous, and I wonder
Now how I have escaped.

Isab.
Good Sir, I pray you sleep.

Lav.
Wherefore my Isabella?

Isab.
Why you have drunk too much.

Lav.
Madness unmatch'd!
Dear Isabella, withdraw thy self into
Thy chamber, I will presently come to thee,
There we will pray unto the angry Gods
That they would from's remove this heavy ill.

Isab.
I will obey you Sir to get you home;
Good Gods nere let him thus offend again.

Exit.
Lav.
What have I done so much offensive to
The supreme powers, that they should punish me
Not onely with the madness of my subjects,
But the distraction of my wife and sister!
Enter Horatio and Prudentia.
What do I see? they do embrace and kiss:
My sisters madness will undo her, how
He came at liberty I marvel much;

Whom I would have to lie in prison, walke in freedome,
and whom I would have in freedome
run of themselves to prison.

Prud.
Most noble Brother.

Lav.
Sister, I grieve to see thee thus.

Hora.
Excellent Prince!

Lav.
Sure the good Angels that had wont to guard
The Medices in all their actions,
Have for the horrid sins of Florence left us,
And fled to Heaven.

Hora.
His mind again is altered.

Pru.
Dear brother, do not frown and look so angry.

Lav.
Peace sister, I'me asham'd to hear you speak,
Each word you say is poyson in my eares.
Puchanello, Jailor.

Puc.
I come.

Within.
Pru.
What mean you Sir?

Hor.
I must again to prison, fickle fortune,
How soon a happy man thou makest wretched!

Enter Puchanello.
Lav.
Sirra, why did you set this man Brunetto,
Or this Horatio (I know not what to call him,)
At liberty?

Puc.
Will he nere be wise! your Highness bade me.

Lav.
I! Bethink you, and answer truly.

Puc.
Your Highness knowes I durst not for my life
Ha don't without your licence.

Pru.
Sweet Brother.

Lav.
Silence would become you better far.

Hor.
Life of my heart, do not disturb your self,
I am unworthy you should speak for me.

Lav.

Sirra, take him again, and look to him better
then you have; your madness shall not excuse
you, if once more you serve me thus.

Hor.

I must be patient: good Heavens, soone alter
this sullen fit into his former kindness:

Farewel my sweet Prudentia.

Exeunt with Hora.
Pru.
I wonder Brother, what pleasure you take
In crossing me after this sort.

Lav.
It is in vain to answer frantick people.

Pru.
I, I am mad, 'tis your perversness makes me.

Exeunt.

Scena tertia.

Enter Trappolin solus.
Trap.

Yet I cannot meet with the Duke, I long
to see him look like me, I would fain
powder his Highness. Eo, Meo and Areo, I thank
you faith, my hat, my glass, and cloke; honest
Father Conjurer, I will love thee while I live.

Enter Barbarino and Machavil.

Hel's broke loose again, I do what the Duke undoes,
and he undoes what I do.

Mac.

Long live your Highness.

Trap.

Amen.

Bar.

And happily.

Tra.

Amen I say; but how my small friends came you
hither? I thought you had been under lock & key.

Mac.

I fear he's ill as ere he was.

Trap.

Sirra Puchanello, so ho, so ho! come hither
you rogue.

Bar.

We must in again.

Mac.

Good Gods, will this frenzie never leave
him!

Enter Puchanello.
Trap.

Goodman durty-face, why did you not keep

me these in prison till I bid you let them out?

Puc.

So please your Highness so I did.

Trap.

Dare you lie so boldly? you take me for a
Doctor, Gracian of Franckolin I warrant you, or a
fool in a play, you'r so sawcy with me.

Mac.

Good Gods!

Bar.

Was ever heard the like?

Puc.

Beseech your Highness to remember your
self.

Trap.

Now I bethink my self, perhaps I might do
it when I was drunk; if I did bid you give them
their liberty it was when I was fox't, and now I
am sober lay them up agin; walk my good Lord
Banishers, your Honours know the way.

Puc.

Will this humour never leave him?

Bar.

We must endure it.

Mac.

There is no remedy.

Trap.

My Lord Prisoners get you gone, I am an
hungry and cannot stand to hear any supplication.

Puc.
You must obey my Lords.

Exeunt.
Trap.
Yet all goes well, all goes exceeding well;
My wil's obey'd, I am suppos'd the Duke;
My hat, my glass and cloak retain their force,
And Father Conjurer does not forsake me.

Exit.

Scena quarta.

Enter Mattemoros the Spanish Captain solus.
Mat.
Though horrid War, thou bear'st a bloody sword,
And marchest o're the world in dreadful arms;
Though fearful mankind on their humble knees,
Beseech the Gods to keep thee from their homes,
Yet art thou (when trick'd up in dismall robes,
Presaging death and ruine to a State)
More lovely to a valiant souldiers eyes,
Then are the pleasures of a wanton Court.
And sure if our great Duke Lavinio
Had been i'th field expecting of a foe,
He nere had been distracted as he is:
'Tis peace that doth bewitch us from our selves,
Fills most Heroick hearts with amorous toyes,
And makes us to forget what honor is;
But for Hipolita's sake I must not speak
Any thing ill of Love; Love I must say
Is good, but war leads the more noble way.

Enter Lavinio.
Lav.
How do you Captain?

Mat.
I am your Highness creature.

Lav.
Saw you not lately Barbar. or Maccha?

Mat.
Yes.

Lav.
Where are they?

Mat.
Your Highness knows in prison.

Lav.

O heavens, in prison again! Good gods, when
will you remove this frenzy from the Florentines?

Mat.

I see there is little hope on him.

Lav.

Why are they in prison?

Mat.

Because your Highness did command.

Lav.

Never, Captain, I never did command it; go
and bid Pucchanello let them out.

Mat.

Sir, he dares not at my bidding.

Lav.

Here take my Ring and do't.

Mat.

One humor in the morning, and another in the
afternoon, will it never be better?

Exit.
Lav.
Wo'd I did know what hainous sin it is
I have commited that is so offensive
Unto the Gods to cause this punishment,
That I might sue unto them for forgiveness,
And they be reconcil'd and pitty Florence.
I'm full, and full of wonder; perhaps some fiend,
Permitted by the heavens, assume's my shape,
And what I do undoth; was ever known
Such a distraction in the world before?

Enter Trappolin.
Trap.
At last I have found him.

Lav.
This the Impostor is that hath deceiv'd
The eyes of all, it can be nothing else.

Trap.

I vow and swear I am something afraid, but I

will be bold; Eo, Meo and Areo, sit close, come
out powder, come out, father Conjurer I rely on
your powder;

Take that for my sake.

(Flings it on him.)
Lav.
What rudeness is this?

Trap.

I have don't i'faith, Trap. I have repealed thee
for Flametta's sake.

Lav.
How is this?
If thou art a fiend, the gracious heavens be kind,
And give a period to thy wild proceedings;
But if thou art a Conjurer, I'le have thee
Burnt for thy Magick, as thou dost deserve.

Trap.
Trappolin talk wisely.

Lav.
Why dost thou call me so?

Trap.
Aha! A man forget himself so! art thou not he?

Lav.
I am the Duke.

Trap.

Beware of treason; do you know your own
face if you see't? look here; what say you now?

Lav.
I am bewich't, thou art a Conjurer,
And hast transformed me to a banish't Rogue.

Trap.

For Flametta's sake I pardon thee this language,
but learn to speak better lest you walk again.

Exit.
Lav.
Heaven, earth and hell, have all agreed together
To load me with a plague unknown before
Unto the world: The heavens have given consent
Unto my misery, hell hath plotted it,
And the deceived earth believes me mad,
And now will take me for a banish't Rogue.

Enter Flametta.
Flam.
O joy above expression! behold
My Trap. is come; Love, welcome home;
Thou art beholding unto me (my Dear)
'Twas I that won the Duke for thy repeal.

Lav.
I am amazed.

Flam.
Give me a hundred kisses; let us spend
An hour in kissing, afterwards we'l talk.

Lav.
Away.

Flam.
Have you forgotten me so soon? I am
Thy true Flametta (lovely Trap.)

Lav.
Be gone I say.

Flam.
Dost thou reward me thus for all the pains
I've took to get thee home again?

Lav.
Leave me
Thou impudent whore, or I will kick thee hence.

Flam.
O faithless men! Women, by me take heed
You give no trust unto this perjur'd sex.
Have I all thy long banishment been true,
Refused Lord Barbarino with all his gifts;
And am I slighted thus? I will complain
Unto his Highness of thee.

Enter Mattemoros.
Lav.
Have you don't.

Mat.
What?

Lav.
Have you let the Lords at liberty?

Mat.
What's that to thee?

Lav.
Give me my Ring.

Mat.

He has heard the Duke sent me with his Ring,
and this impudent Rogue dares think to get it.
Sirra, is it not enough to be a Coward and a Pander,
but you wo'd be a thief too?

Lav.

I am bewitched.

Flam.

I fear my Trappolin is turned mad man.

Lav.

Suffer not this ye Gods.

Enter Trappolin.
Mat.

I have set the Lords Barbarino and Macc. at
liberty according to your Highness order; and here
is your Ring again.

Trap.

Better and better—I marle where the Prince
Horatio is.

Mat.

He forgets every thing, he's in prison.

Trap.

Sure he is not.

Lav.

How this Impostor divel acts me!

Mat.

Your Highness did commit him.

Trap.

Fie upon't, what things do I do in my drink?
here take my Ring, go and set him out, and come
hither with him presently.

Lav.
I am the Duke, and will be obey'd,
Go not upon your life, he shall lye there.

Flam.

Sure my Trappolin's run mad for grief in his
banishment.

Mat.

Peace (frantique) peace, do not disturb his
Highness.

Trap.

Regard not mad men, go.

Mat.

I'm gone.

Exit.
Lav.

Thou traitor.

Fam.

Dear Trappolin be silent, regard my tears, thou
wilt undo thy self.

Trap.

Maiden and your Sweet-heart continue thus,
I'le have him sent abroad again.

Enter Prudentia.
Flam.
Sweet Trappolin for my sake hold thy tongue

Lav.
I rage in vain, good heavens be merciful.

Prud.
Dear brother pity me, regard my sorrow,
Release the Prince Horatio, and no longer
Separate their bodies whose hearts the Gods have joyned.

Trap.

Sister, have patience a little, a very little, Prince
Horatio will be here presently, and Ile make an
end with you.

Lav.

Prudentia, art thou not asham'd?

Pru.

What sawcines is this!
Most worthy noble Brother all my heart is full of
thanks for you: wood Ide a tongue could utter
them.

Enter Mattemoros and Horatio.
Mat.
Your Highness ring.

Trap.
Tis well: Captain, Sister, and Prince Horatio,
Here take my signet, by the warrant of it, go
And get you married,

Hor.
Our humble thanks.

Lav.
I do want patience.

Hor.
Tis best to do it while he's in's good humor:
Are you content Sweet Princesse?

Pru.
With all my soul I go.

Exeunt.
Lav.
Sister, sister.

Mat.
Peace lest you be soundly punisht Sirra.

Fla.
Good Trappolin be quiet.

Lav.
I am the Duke, I am Lavinio;
This is a fiend of hell or an Impostor.

Mac.
Will your Highness suffer this?

Trap.
I pity him, he knows not what he saies.

Lav.
I am bewitched.

Mat.
I am sure thou art distracted.

Trap.
A done you had best.

Lav.
Thou enemy unto our happiness,
Know the Gods will relent; in time be wise.

Trap.

There is no remedy, he must go to Puchanello:
so ho, Pachanello, so ho.

Puch.

I come.

Within.
Flam.

There could come no better of it, beseech
your Highness pardon him, he's distracted.

Lav.

You are all distracted, all bewitched.

Enter Puchanello.
Trap.

Sirra take Trap. and lock him up safe.

Flam.

You'd take no warning.

Lav.

O Florence, how I pity thy decay.

Trap.

Away with him.

Mat.

Puchanello take him, and be gone.

Trap.

You of the Guard see him laid safely up.

Lav.

I will not go.

Puch.

We then might force you.

Exeunt.
Flam.

Alas poor Flametta! Thy Trappolin cares not
for thee, I beseech the Gods to give him his right
sences again.

Trap.
Come Captain.

Mat.
I attend your Highness.

Exeunt.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Barbarino and Machiavil.
Mach.
The strange distraction of our Duke will give
Sufficient matter unto Chronicles
To make whole volumes of him.

Bar.
Yet he believes himself right in his sences
And we out of our wits think him mad.

Lavinio appears in Prison.
Lav.
Wood I had been born to a mean estate,
So in't I might have lived happily.
The greater honours that men have, the greater
Their troubles are; the begger that hath nothing
Lives a more quiet life then Monarchs do.
Lord Barbarino, and Lord Machavil,
Get me releas'd, I am the Duke Lavinio,
Bewitched as you are by an Impostor.

Bar.
Go Trappolin and sleep: we have heard all,
Thou art run mad.

Mac.
Go sleep poor Trappolin.

Lavin.
Be kind good Gods, pity our miseries.

Bar.
Leave talking and go sleep.

Enter Trappolin.
Mac.
His Highness.

Bar.
How fares our noble master?

Trap.

I have not been sober a day together this good
while; Eo, Meo and Areo have made me fox't, but
now I will leave it.

Mac.

Who are they?

Bar.

I know not.

Trap.

It's in vain to lay them up any more, I having
had sport enough with them. Trappolin whom
you banisht is come home stark mad.

Mac.
Exceedingly.

Bar.
And raves most strangly in prison.

Enter Flametta.
Flam.
Here is his Highness, I will not leave him till
He doth release from prison Trappolin.
Most excellent Sir, perfect your noble kindness;
Give liberty unto poor Trappolin.

Trap.
With all my heart I would, wood he be quiet.

Flam.
Alas he is distracted, and doth not know
VVhat he sayes; and therefore why should you regard him?

Trap.

VVell, fair maid, for thy sake that lovest him
so he shal come out. Puchanello so ho! come hither.

Bar.

He will do any thing, and undo any thing.

Mac.

Sure there was never such a Duke i'th world.

Enter Horatio and Prudentia.
Trap.

VVelcome Sister and Brother (I hope I may
say,) are you married? are you content? tell me
if any thing remains that I can do for you, speak
it, for I am ready, the Duke

Your servant.

Pru.

Most worthy brother, you have perfected our
joyes, for we are married.

Pru.

I am very glad Lady sister that you are so.

Hora.

Here is your Highness ring.

Enter Puchanello.
Trap.

You Sirra of chains and keyes set me Trappolin
at liberty presently, and send him hither.

Puc.

VVill he never be wise? I wood he wood make
another Jaylor, I am weary of the place, I can never
be at quiet for putting in and setting out.

Flam.

The Heavens reward your goodness.

Ex. Puc.
Trap.

Brother and Prince Horatio, I am something
given to be drunk, Eo, Meo and Areo are good fellows:
but I pray you pardon me.

Hora.

Sir, you wrong yourself.

Trap.

My friend, and Prince Horatio, I'le nere wrong
myself I warrant you; but you I have, and my sister
Prudentia: but it was when I was fox't, and I will
never be so again.

Enter Mattemoros and Hipolita.
Mac.

I am glad he will once let us be quiet.

Bar.

I should be very glad if he would continue it.

Trap.

Ho now Seignior Captain! ha you got a sweetheart?

Mat.

A fair Mistress so please your Highness.

Trap.

I see, my Don at Armes, when you cannot
follow the wars of the field, you will of the bed.

Enter Lavinio.
Flam.
Prethee my Trappolin, now hold thy tongue.
Be wise sweet Love.

Lav.
Leave me thou frantick fool.

Trap.

For Flametta's sake I have given you your liberty,
use it well.

Lau.
O Heavens, endure not this impostor thus
With his enchantments to bewitch our eyes.

Mac.
Will he suffer him?

Bar.
Perhaps one mad man wil pity another.

Lav.
Ye Florentines, I am Lavinio,
I am the Tuskan Duke, this an enchanter,
That by his magick Art has raised all
These strange chimeraes in my Court.

Mat.

Your Highness is too patient, it were more
fit he rav'd in Prison.

Flam.
Sweet Trappolin be rul'd.

Trap.
Hold your tongue I say.

Hor.
Poor Trappolin, art thou distracted too?

Lav.
You Lords of Florence, wise Machavil, and
You Lord Barbarino, will you never come
Out of this frenzie? Valiant Mattemoros,
I am the Duke, I am Lavinio:
This whom you do suppose is me, is some
Hellish Magician that hath bewitched us all.

Trap.

He will not be rul'd: Puchanello take him
again.

Flam.

Beseech your Highness: Trappolin, come
away.

Prud.
Was ever seen the like?

Lav.
Ah my poor subjects! how I pity you,
That must obey the monstrous wickedness
Of one that works by Necromantick means,
And is forsaken by the blessed Gods!

Trap.
Away with him.

Enter Mag.
Mag.
Stay.

Trap.
Yon's Father Conjurer.

Bar.
What new accident is this!

Trap.
I hope he'l do no hurt.

Hora.
What will the event be (marle?)

Mat.
What old Long-beard's this?

Mag.
A word with you,
Will you, if I clear every thing,
Pardon what's past?

Lav.
Do you know me then?

Mag.
You are the Duke.

Trap.

Father Conjurer, do no hurt, and I'le give
you a hundred pistols to buy you sallets and oile
it'h wood.

Mag.
I'le talk with you even now;
Will you promise me?

Lav.
I swear by all the honours of my state,
By both my Dukedomes, Florence and Sienna,
I will forgive what ever's past.

Mag.
Him and all?

Lav.
Him and all.

Trap.
Good Father Conjurer, remember your son.

Mac.
What will come of this?

Mag.
Be not affrighted.

Mat.
Never, not I.

Mag.
What ere you see,
Fear not, nothing shall hurt you.

Prud.
This is a Conjurer.

Hip.
Sweet Captain stand close by me.

Bar.
What strange events are these!

Mag.
Eo, Meo, and Areo, appear.

Trap.

I am undone I fear.
Father Conjurer, remember your son, I'le
give you two hundred pistols.

Mag.

Appear I say.

Enter Eo, Meo, and Areo.
Prud.

Alas!

Hor.

Fear nothing.

Hipo.

Oh me!

Mat.

Be bold, I am here Hipolita.

Mag.

Go take the hat, the glass, and cloke from
him.

Trap.

Ah me! Ah me! here, here, here, here, come
not too near me.
Eo, Meo, and Areo, farewel all on you; Father Conjurer
has undone me.

Bar.
Trappolin.

Mac.
Two Trappolins.

Flam.
I know not which is mine.

Mag.
Attend a while.
Thus with the waste of this enchanted wand
I do release your Highness.

Mat.
The Duke.

Hor.
Wonders.

Mag.

You have engaged your word, y'ave pardon'd
all, me who have done and undone every thing,
and him, and every body.

Lav.
I have.

Mac.
The Heavens be prais'd; long live your Highness.

Omnes.
Long live the Duke.

Hor.
What will become of me?

Mag.
I'le perfect every thing;
Brave Prince Horatio, your elder Brother,
Prince Filberto is dead, Sir, you cannot,
With reason dislike this match, they are.
Married, and your consent doth perfect it.

Lav.
Now I am assured he is a Turin Prince,
Heir to the Dukedome of Savoy, I am glad
They are espoused: sister I wish you joy;
Sir, I intreat forgiveness for what's past.

Hor.
All's forgotten.

Prud.
Thanks gracious Heavens.

Lav.
I'le have your wedding solemnized with state.

Mac.
I am glad this Gordian knot's untied.

Trap.
I shall be hang'd Father Conjurer.

Mag.
The Duke hath pardoned you and me all.

Trap.

Then let Eo, Meo, and Areo go to the Divel
from whence they came. Flametta, I am thine.

Flam.
Ah my dear Trappolin!

Trap.
Here is your Highness ring.

Mag.
From henceforth I abjure my wicked art.

Hor.
I for thy love to me will send thee into
Piemondt, and give thee an Earldome in Vercelly.

Trap.

The Heavens reward you: you know I alwaies
made much of your Highness Majesty. Fla-
thou shalt be a Countess.

Mag.

Son Trappolin, I am thy natural father, twenty
years since banisht ten years from Florence:
through my misfortune I have served the Turk in
his Gallies.

Trap.

By your leave Father you have served the
Divel too I'me sure: for you are one of the best
Conjurers in the world. Welcome unto the
Court, your son of Honour, and to Flametta's
Earlship: will your Honours forgive me too?

Mac.

Yes.

Enter Isabella.
Bar.

For the Princes sake I do.

Trap.

I thank you both: now all's well agen, henceforth
I will live honestly and be the Divels Butcher
no longer.

Lav.
My Isabella welcome; every thing
That did molest our happiness in Florence
Is took away, now we will spend our time
In Courtly joyes; our famous Tuskan Poets
Shall study amorous Comedies and Masks,
To entertain my beauteous Millaness:
I have a story full of ridiculous wonders,
Within to tell thee at our better leisure.

Trap.
The weaker side must yield unto the stronger,
And Trappolin's suppos'd a Prince no longer.

Exeunt omnes.