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Scena 3.
Enter Mulleasses & Iulia &c.Iuli.
If thou beest humane, then forsake thy sute
Your words are strange to me: my virgin eares
Nere knew such sound: desist I will not bowe.
Mull.
We loose all pleasure that we do not knowe
Then like Pandora view those heauenly guifts.
The Gods haue deckt thee with: See but thy selfe
And taste more pleasure from thy proper good
Then from the full horne of the Protean floud:
Elisium is in thee, and I implore—
Iuli.
Syrens haue left the Sea and sing on shore.
Mull.
Could I out-fing those Syrens Iulia,
Or were my voyce as tunefull as that harpe
That now vies musicke with the harmonious orbes,
To which each learned Sister naild a star,
Thou mightst with safety heare me: thy Vncles loue
Cold as the white head of the Apennine
feeles not my fire: ambition of rule
Turnes al the heate is left in him to incest.
If thy warme blood (that dallies in thy vaines,
And through thy flesh like wanton riuilets plaies)
Desires with Nyle to rise aboue her bankes,
And vent in pleasure on the neighbouring plaines;
A carpet richer then the breast of Tempe,
Or Tagus yellow channell, shall be spread
And prest with Iulias weight.
Nor the blew Sea-god when in stormes he treads
On pearles as Orient as the rysing East,
For which the toyling Negro diues in vaine,
Are boasted of such wealth: thy bed as soft
As downe feathers pluckt from Ledas swannes,
Shall yeeld vnto thy dalliance,
As faire as Psiches loue shall—
Iulia.
Enough, too much: I am not fit for pleasure
Or if I were thy Mermaid eloquence
Sounds harsher in my eares then Sillas dogs
Vnto the frighted Sea-man.
Mul.
Lady.
Iulia.
Heathen prophane.
Mull.
Be gentle Madam.
Iulia.
If thou beest gentle leaue me Mahomet
Our loues like our religions are at warres
And I disclaime all peace.
Mull.
And Falouers smoothnes: your Vnckles dead
His power is mine, and you must goe.
Iulia.
Soule of wrongs: whither? y'are both to weake
Ther's more then woman in me: villaine, slaue:
Mul.
You vrge me vnto violence come to my chamber.
Iulia.
In hell or in my graue: a rape, treason: treason.
Lord.
A guard, a guard.
Mull.
Death of my hope the Court is vp.
Enter Lord, Uenice, and attendants: with Bordello bound.
Uen.
From hence the voyce was heard, be circumpect.
Iulia.
Treason, treason.
Lord.
Who speakes that word?
Iulia.
Iulia your Soueraigne.
Mul.
Scilence or thou dyest.
Lord.
Error of darkenesse in what Labirinth
Our soules are plunged: raise the Court: Iulia?
Iul.
I.
Ven.
Iulia and Mulleasses?
Mul.
Iulia and Mulleasses fond Venitian
Preuented at the point of hapines:
Ven.
Thus I redeeme her.
Mul.
And like Cephalus kill thine owne Procris.
Iul.
Saue me.
Lord.
Thy death shall be her freedome infidell.
Mul.
Why stop you in your courses short breathed Christians?
Like a proud Lyon with a richer prize
Then Nessus would haue stolne from Hercules
And dare your enuies: my death vnto your state
Shalbe as ominous as his poysond shirt:
Your false Protector's dead: Ile mockt your griefes
And made you weepe at Iulias funerall,
Whose hope I vnderwrought, and now had worne
The wreath of Florence: Loue and ambition,
Kindled my cold braine from their mutuall heate
Sprung my aspiring aime: nor shall it sincke
But in the death of Iulia: since I cannot
Quench my hot thirst of Lust, and coole the heat
That hotter then the coales of Parta
Burne in my liuer: like the snowy Dragon,
Tangling the Elephant in his snarled orbes:
Ile dye in the pursuit of my desire,
And mixe our bloods in death to sate my fire,
Ven.
Hold monster.
Lord.
Damnation on thy soule.
Ven.
Thy death shall ransome her.
Mul.
Death double thy feard force, and it some forme
Affright pale Hecate darken the Moone,
I like the Sunne, backt on th'Arcadian beast,
When in his burning progresse he did sindge
Adonis gardens: from my soules faire light
Chase cloudy feare: and like Thetis sonne,
When he was oynted with Ambrosia,
Am more then fire-proofe: liues Iulia yet?
Ven.
She liues dam'd villaine and out-liues thy hate.
Mull.
Death had bene kinde in her: with her I might
Vnder the coole shades of Elisium
Played before Pluto and made Proserpine
As iealous as Iuno of my loue—
But since I must not
Enter Borgias Philenzo, Phego.
Borg.
Vp from the darke earths exhalations
I cannot loose their sight, hel of feare!
Phil.
It flies our eager steps: follow, follow.
Lord.
What meanes these clamours: Borgias?
Mul.
Hah, Borgias:
Borg.
Horror of soules I am surprizd.
Mull.
Illusiue ayre, false shape of Borgias,
Could thy vaine shaddow worke a feare in him
That like an Atlas vnderwent the earth
When with a firme and constant eye he sawe
Hells fifty headed Porter: thus I'de proue
Thy apparition idle:—runnes at Borgias.
Borg.
Treason: I liue: Deuils and Furies I am slaine.
Lord.
Wonder of admiration: what distraction is this?
Mul.
Ha ha, ha: climbt high my mounting spirit
And when thou hast aspird to thy full hight
Like a Collossus on a base of cloudes
Stand and applaud thy fortunes: Borgias
Borg.
Grin'st hellish Anticke?
Mul.
Should the Cecropian theefe stretch my torne flesh
Rackt on his bed of steele: if on Caucasus
My growing liuer were exposd a prey
To rauening Vulturs: I would still laugh
To see thee like a falling Pine-tree reele
In a rough tempest.
Borg.
Hold vp ye broken organs of my soule
Carry me high and make me stand as firme
As Oakes on Ossa: that aduance their tops
Euen till their rootes breake. Timoclea
Mull.
For loue of me kild her owne childe
Thy daughter Amada.
Lord.
Amazement!
Borg.
Blest fates I thanke you: I shal dye reueng'd
Fly, Ioue lou'd Nemesis and at Justice feet
Shake thy triumphall Ash: I slue Timoclea
Mull.
By thee before thought dead
When in the habit of a murdred ghost,
This night she appeared to the Duke, to breed
Suspect in them of thee, and arme their hate
Vnto my plotted faction.
Ven.
Damnd illusion.
Lord.
Where is Ferrara?
Phil.
Heauens be his guard.
Borg.
So they are. He kild my slaue
And in his habit by this hand he dyed.
Phil.
False periurd villaine.
He runs at him.
Borg.
Sinke, sinke Cytheron, high Pallane tremble
Greene Tempe wither, and with me forgoe
Your place and being, this whole world of flesh
With fatall earth-quakes totters.
False Turke thy fate be but as cruell as is Borgias hate.
motitur.
Mul.
Stoope down thou Lydian mount, bend thy cold head
And hide it in thy brackish fathers waues
That as thou shrinkst, thy starry loade may nod
At Mulleasses fall: or euer shroude
Those ioyfull bonfires in a mourning cloude.
moritur.
Ven.
Iust end of treason.
Lord.
Madame our duties ioy your life
And wish your happinesse.
Ven.
As the iust reward of daunger.
My Lord I claime her loue.
Lord.
Not without Iustice braue Venecian
She is herselfe and free.
Iulia.
And thus I giue my selfe.
Lord.
Heauens seale it for the the good of both our states.
Ven.
Philenzo:
We can but grieue at great Ferraras losse:
Embassadours from vs shall plead our sorrowes
Euen to your Senats: meane time his obsequies
Shall want no honor: Signior Bordello
We giue you liberty: what remaines vndone
Shall by the Senate be confirm'd: leade on.
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