The Vnfortunate Mother A Tragedie |
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5 Scene.
Enter Fidelio and Cardente.Card.
Oh a Confessor.
Fid.
Confesse who 'twas that order'd this vile practise,
Or my just anger shall allay it selfe
With that infected blood thou hast, before
The poyson workes more.
Card.
It was Lord Corvino.
Mac.
What's that?
Fid.
She would have given poison to me,
Of which her selfe had tane before: but providence
Order'd it that my jealousie deferr'd it,
'Till it appear'd to worke on her with violence:
And so I was preserv'd.
Card.
But I am pepper'd;
There's something in my conscience.
Mac.
Utter it,
'Twill make thy peace with heaven; what is't Cardente?
Card.
Spurio, and Notho were your naturall brothers,
Got by your father, on your mother sir.
I and Corvino had the secret carriage
Of all the businesse. He hath poison'd me.
I never shall love Philters more.
Dyes.
Mac.
Corvino,
Here's a discovery renders you so vile,
That new suspitions spring from't: Neither can we
Trust our owne safety where a murderer
Sits neere our favour. Tortures therefore shall
Force from you what they can.
Cor.
Your Justice might
Be temper'd with more mercy, and from reason.
Since the great secret is reveal'd which I
Kept guarded with my best resolves, as being
The Closet of your mothers honour, now
I will stand up and Justifie my actions.
First for the death of your unlawfull brothers
'Twas accidentall, not by me determin'd.
And hath secur'd your state that might have suffer'd
A great disturbance by the knowledge of it:
Which by your Mothers and Cardentes death
Had found prevention being then restrain'd
Onely to me. For you Fidelio,
You intercepted all my studied meanes
Vnto my daughters honour. But intents
Proceeding not to act may challenge pardon.
What tortures then doe I deserve?
Mac.
Just death.
Fid.
That sentence kills me too. Melissa!
Mac.
Take him away; provide for's execution.
This day Ile see it done; 'twill set more fairely.
Lust and ambition are two meanes of evils,
That practis'd by their owners make them divells.
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