 | The Rebellion |  |
Act Fourth.
Scene I.
Enter Giovanno mad, solus.Not finde Evadne! sure some wanton wind
Has snacht her from the earth into the aire;
Smooth Zephers faines the tresses of her haire,
Whilst slicke Favonions playes the fawning slave;
And hourely dyes, making her breasts his grave:
O false Evadne, is Giovanno's love
That has out-done all merrit for thy sake
So light, that winde out-weighs it?
No, no; no; Evadne is all vertue,
Sweet as the breath of Roses; and as chast,
Downe you deluding Ministers of Ayre:
Evadne is not light, though she be faire:
Dissolve that counterfeit: ha, ha, ha, ha.
See how they shrinke: why so, now I will love you:
Goe search into the hollowes of the earth,
And finde my love, or I will chaine you up
To eternity: see, see; who's this? O I know him now.
So, ho, ho: so, ho, ho, not heare?
'Tis Phœton: no, 'tis an heire got
Since his fathers death, into a Cloake of gold
Out-shines the Sunne; the head-strong horses
Of Licentious youth have broke their Reines
And drawne him through the Signes of all libidinousnes,
See, from the whorish front of Capra,
He's tumbling downe as low as beggery.
O, are you come grimme Tartor? Radamonte
Goe aske of Pluto if he have not tane
Evadne to his smoky Common-wealth,
And ravisht her? begon, why stirre you not?
Ha, ha, ha, the devill is afraid.
Evad.
Helpe, a Rape.
Within.
Ban.
Stop her mouth.
Gia.
Who calls for helpe? tis my Evadne; I
It was her voyce that gave the Eccho life,
That cry'd a Rape: Divell dost love a wench?
Who was thy Pander, ha? What saucy fiend
Durst lay his unpard Fangs on my Evadne?
Come Ile swimme unarmed o're Acheron,
And sinke grimme Charon in his fiery Boate.
Evad.
Murther: a Rape.
Within.
Gia.
I come, I come.
Exit.
Enter Giovanno againe.
Gio.
I cannot finde her yet,
The King of Flames protests she
Is not there: but hang him Rogue,
They say he'le lye; O how my glutted spleene
Tickles to thinke how I have payd the slave?
I made him lead me into every hole:
Ha, ha, ha, what crying was ther there?
Here on a Wheele, turn'd by a Furies hand,
Hangs a distracted States-man, that had spent
The little wit Heaven to strange purpose lent him,
To suppresse right, make beggers, and get meanes
To be a Traytor. Ha, ha, ha, and here
A Vsurer fat with the curses of so many heires
His Extortion had undone, sate to the Chin
In a warme bath, made of new melted gold;
And now and then a draught past through his throat:
He fed upon his god; but he being angry
Scalded his Chops. Right against him
Stood a fool'd Gallant, chain'd unto a post,
And lasht by Folly for his want of wit.
The reeling drunkard and plumpe glutton stood
Making of faces, close by Tantalus:
But dranke and fed on Aire.
The whore-master tyed to a painted Punke,
Was by a Fury termed insatiate Lust,
Whipt with a blade of fire. And here—
What's here! 'tis my Evadnes vale; 'tis hers I know't:
Some slave has ravish'd my Evadne: Well,
There breaths not such an impious slave in hell:
Nay, it is hers, I know it too too plaine:
Your breath is lost, 'tis hers, you speake in vaine.
Exit.
Capt.
Come, bring her forward, tye her to that tree,
Each man shall have his turne: Come Minion,
You must squench the raging flames of my
Concupisence: what doe you weep, you
Puritanicall Punke: I shall tickle mirth
Into you by and by: Trotter, good Trotter post
Unto my Cell, make compound of Muskadine
And egges; for the truth is, I am a Gyant in my
Promises but in the act a Pigmy: I am old, and
Cannot doe as I have done; good Trotter
Make all convenient speed.
Trot.
Faith Master if you cann't, here's them that can ferrit
in a Cunny burrow without a provocative, Ile warrant
you: good Master let me beginne the health.
Cap.
No more I say: it is a percell of excellent Mutton:
Ile cut it up my selfe: Come Minion.
Exit Trot.
The Captaine takes his dagger and windes it about her haire, and sticks it in the ground: Thunder and Lightning.
Evad.
Kill me; Oh kill me: Rather let me dye,
Than live to see the jewell that adornes
The soules of vertuous Virgins ravisht from me.
Doe not adde sinne to sinne, and at a price
That ruiues me, and not enriches you,
Purchase damnation: doe not, doe not do't:
Sheath here your sword, and my departing soule,
Like your good Angell, shall solicit heaven
To dash out your offences: let my flight
Be pure and spotlesse: doe not injure that,
Man-hood wou'd blush to thinke on it is all
She's a faire Coarse: wanting her chastity,
A spotted soule of living infamy.
Cap.
Hang Chastity.
3 Ban.
A very voyce.
Enter Trotter.
Trot.
O Captaine, Captaine, yonder's the mad Orlando
the furious, and I thinke he takes me for—What doe you
call him?
Cap.
What Meder?
Trot.
I, I, Meder: the Divell Meder him, he has so nudled
me—O here he comes; Ile be gone.
Exit.
Enter Giovanno.
Gio.
Stay Satyre, stay; you are too light of foote,
I cannot reach your paces, prethee stay.
What Goddesse have you there? sure 'tis Evadne:
Are you the Dragons that ne're sleepe but watch
The golden fruit of the Hisperides:
Ha, then I am Hercules; flye yee?
Sure that face dwelt on Evadnes shoulders.
He beates them off, and unbindes Evadne.
Evad.
O thou preserver of neare lost Evadne,
What must my weaknesse pay?
Gio.
'Tis, 'tis she; she must not know I'me mad.
Evad.
Assist me some good power, (it is my friend)
Make me but wise enough to resolve my selfe.
Gio.
It may be 'tis not she; Ile aske her name.
What are you cald sweet goddesse?
Evad.
They that know me mortall, terme me Evadne.
Gio.
Tis she: I, I, tis she.
Evad.
Pray you sir, unto the bond of what I owe you,
Which is a poore distressed Virgins life, adde
This one debt: what are you?
Gio.
Not worth your knowledge: I am a poore,
A very, very poore despised thing: but say
I pray, are you sure your name's Evadne?
Evad.
Tis questionlesse my Tayler. I am she,
In my heart, though in my cloaths.
Gio.
I doe belelieve you, indeed I doe; but stay I don't.
Are you a Maid, a Virgin, pray tell me?
For my Evadne could not tell a lye; speak,
I shall love you, though that Jewell's gone.
Evad.
I am as spotlesse, thanke your happy selfe
That sav'd me from those Robbers, as
The child which yet is but a jelly, 'tis so yong.
Gio.
No more, no more, trust me I doe believe you.
So many slaves, whose flaming appetites,
Wou'd in one night ravish a throng of Virgins,
And never feele degression in their heate.
He after and murther all.
Evad.
How doe you?
Gio.
Well, very well: belike you thinke I'me mad.
Evad.
You looke distractedly.
Gio.
Tis but your thoughts, indeed I me wondrous well.
How faire she lookes after so foule a deede?
It cannot be she should be false to me:
No, thou'rt mad to thinke so. Foole, O foole,
Thinkst thou those slaves, having so faire a marke
Wou'd not be Shooting? yes, they wou'd, they have.
Evadne is flye-blowne, I cannot love her.
Evad.
What say you sweet?
Gio.
The innocence that sits upon that face
Sayes she is chast, the guilty cannot speake
So evenly as she does: guilty, said I!
Alas it were not her fault, were she ravish't.
O madnesse, madnesse, whither wilt thou beare me?
Evad.
His sences are unsetled; Ile goe seeke
Some holy man to rectifie his wits.
Sweet will you goe unto some Hermits Cell?
You looke as you lackt rest.
Gio.
She speaks like to an Angel, she's the same
As when I saw her first, as pure, as chast.
Did she retaine the substance of a sinner,
And betray the rankenesse of the act but
Her chast sighes beget as sweet a dew
As that of May.
Why weepes Evadne, truely I'me not mad?
See, I am tame, pray leade me where you please.
Exeunt.
A Banquet is set forth: Enter Petruchio, Aurelia, with two servants bringing Antonio a sleepe in a Chaire, and set him to the Table.
Pet.
The drinke has done its part effectually,
'Twas a strong powder that could hold his sences
So fast that this removing, so full of noise,
Had not the power to wake him.
Aur.
Good Father let Aurelia, your daughter,
Doe this same act of Justice; let me tread the pin:
The fact of his being so foule, so hatefull,
Has lent me though a maid such fortitude.
Pet.
Thou hast thy wish, do't boldly, 'tis a deed
That in the ignorance of elder ages,
Wou'd be thought full of merit:
Be not daunted.
Aur.
I have a thought tel's me it is religious,
To sacrifice a murtherer to death;
Especially one that did act a deed,
So generally accounted odious.
Pet.
By holy (Iaques) I'me a governour,
And should my life, (though by the hand of him
My duty does call King) be stroke i'th aire;
My injur'd corps should not forsake the earth
Till I did see't reveng'd: be resolute; thy foot
Is guided by a power, that though unseene,
Is still a furtherer of good attempts.
Aur.
Pray sir lend me the Key of the backe ward,
For though my conscience tells me 'tis an act
Ladies Chappell when 'tis done, to be confest
Ere I am seene of any.
Pet.
I am proud to see thee so well given.
Take 'em girle, and with 'em take my prayers.
Aur.
He wakes, pray leave me sir.
Exit Pet.
So Ile make fast the doore,
Goodnesse beare witnesse 'tis a potent power
Out-weighs my duty.
Ant.
Amazement! on what tentors doe you stretch?
O how this alteration wracks my reason, i'me
To find the Axeltree on which it hangs?
Am I asleepe?
Aur.
Shake thy wonder off, and leave that seate,
'Twas set to sinke thy body for ever
From the eyes of humane sight;
To tell thee how wou'd be a fatall meanes
To both our ruines—briefly my love
Has broke the Bands of nature with my father,
To give you being.
Ant.
Happy, happy vision, the blest preparative
To this same houre, my joy wo'd burst me else.
Aur.
Receive me to thy armes.
Ant.
I wou'd not wish to live but for thee, life were
A trouble; welcome to my soule.
Ant.
Stand, I have a Ceremony, to offer to our
Safety, ere we goe.
She takes a Dogge and tyes it to the Chaire, shee stampes: The Chaire and Dogge descends, a Pistoll shot within: a noise of a Mill.
Had not my love like a kind branch
Of some o're looking tree, catcht thee,
Thou'dst fallen, never to looke upon the world againe.
Ant.
What shall I offer to my lifes preserver?
Aur.
Onely thy heart, Crown'd with a wreath of love,
Which I will ever keepe; and in exchange
Ant.
Thus I deliver, in this kisse receive't.
Aur.
In the same forme Aurelia yeelds up hers.
Ant.
What noise is that?
A noise.
Aur.
I feare my Father.
Ant.
What's to be done?
Aur.
Through the backe ward, of which I have
The Key; weele suddainly make scape,
Then in two Gownes of which I am provided,
Weele cloath our selves till we be past all feare.
Ant.
Be't as you please, 'tis my good genious will
Thee I obey: command, ile follow still.
Exeunt.
Enter Petruchio with servants.
Pet.
She's gone unto her prayers, may every bead
Draw downe a blessing on her; that like seed
May grow into a Harvest: 'tis a girle
My age is proud of; she's indeed the Modell
Of her dead Mothers vertues, as of shape.
Beare hence this Banquet.
Exit with the Banquet.
Giovanno is discovered sleeping in the lap of Evadne.
Evad.
Thou silent god, that with the leaden Mace
Arresteth all (save those prodigious birdes)
That are Fates Heraulds to proclaime all ill;
Deafe Giovanno, let no fancied noyse
Of ominous Screech-owles, or night Ravens voyce
Affright his quiet sences: let his sleepe
Be free from horrour, or unruly dreames;
That may beget a tempest in the streames
Of his calme reason: let 'em run as smooth,
And with as great a silence, as those doe
That never tooke an injury; where no wind
Had yet acquaintance: but like a smooth Cristall,
Or knew a voyce but musicke.
Enter Antonio and Aurelia in Hermits gownes.
Holy Hermits, for such your habits speake you,
Joyne your prayers with a distressed Virgins;
That the wits of this distracted yong man
May be setled.
Ant.
Sure 'tis my sister, and that sleeping man
Giovanno. She loves him still.
Hee wakes.
Gio.
O what a blessednesse am I bereft of!
What pleasure has the least part of a minute
Stollen from my eyes: me thought I did imbrace
A Brother and a friend; and both Antonio.
Evad.
Blest be those gentle powers that—
Gio.
What Evadne—have deceived my eyes,
Take heede Evadne, worship not a dreame,
'Tis of a smoaky substance, and will shrinke
Into the compasse of report; that 'twas:
And not reward the labour of a word
Were it substantiall: Could I now but see
That man, of men; i'de by my practice
Of Religious prayers, add to the Kalender
One Holy-day, and keepe it once a yeare.
Ant.
Behold Antonio.
Evad.
Brother.
To Antonio.
Aur.
Brother.
To Giovanno.
Ant.
What earth-quake shakes my heart,
With what a speed she flew into his armes!
Evad.
Some power that hearkens to the prayer of virgins,
Has bin distill'd to pitty at my Fortunes;
And made Evadne happy.
Aur.
Now my longing that was growne big,
Is with your sight delivered of a joy,
That will become a Giant; and overcome me.
Welcome, thrice welcome brother.
Ant.
Ha, her brother! Fortune has bound me
Twice has my life bin by these twins of goodnesse
Pluckt from the hand of death; that fatall emnity
Betweene our houses here shall end,
Though my Father at his death commanded me
To eternity of hatred:
What tye binds stronger then Reprieve from death?
Come hither friend; now brother, take her,
Thou hast bin a noble Tayler.
Gio.
Be moderate my joyes, doe not o're whelme me
Here take Aurelia, may you live happy:
O Antonio this, this was the cause of my disguise;
Sebastine could not win Evadne's love,
But Giovanno did; come now to our fathers Castle.
Ant.
Pardon me; there is a barre that does
Concerne my life forbids you as a friend,
To thinke on going to any place
But to, the Taylers house, which is not farre:
Come, as we goe I will relate the cause.
Aur.
Doe good brother.
Evad.
Goe good Sebastiano.
Gio.
Sebastine is your Page, and bound to follow,
Leade on.
Ant.
O noble temper I admire thee! may
The world bring forth such Taylers every day.
Exeunt.
Enter three Taylers on a Shop-board.
1 Tay.
Come, come let's worke;
For if my guesses point the right, we sha'nt
Worke long.
3 Tay.
I care not how soone, for I have a notable
Stomacke to bread.
2 Tay
Dost heare, I suspect that Courtier my master
Brought in last night, to be the King;
Which if it be bullies, all the bread in the
Cum Privelegio.
1 Tay.
Come let's have a device, a thing, a song Boy.
3 Tay.
Come an aire—
The Song.
1 Tay,
'Tis a merry life we live,
All our worke is brought unto us;
Still are getting, never give,
For their Cloaths all men doe woe us:
Yet unkind they blast our Names,
With aspertions of dishonour:
For which we make bold with their Dames,
When we take our measure on her.
All Tay.
For which wee; &c.
Enter Antonio, Giovanno, and she told Tayler,
Old Tay.
You see the life we live; cease.
Ant.
O 'tis a merry one.
Gio.
It is no newes to me, I have bin us'd to't.
Old Tay.
Now for discovery, the King as yet
Is ignorant of your names, and shall be
Till your merits beg your pardon.
My Lord you are for Machvile, take this gowne.
Ant.
Pray for successe.
Exit Ant.
Old Tay.
You in this French disguise for proud Philippa;
This is her garment. I heare the King, be gone:
The French mans folly sit upon your tongue.
Exeunt.
Enter the King, Evadne and Aurelia.
King.
Beleeve me Tayler you have out-stript the Court,
For such perfections lives not every where;
Nature was vext as she's a very shrew,
She made all others in an angry mood;
These onely she can boast for Master-peeces:
These are precisely made: a Critticke Jury,
Of cavelliing Arts cannot condemne a scruple.
Aur.
But that your entrance in this formall speech
Betray'd you are a Courtier; I had bin angry
At your Ranke flattery.
King.
Can you say so?
Evad.
Sir, she has spoke my meaning.
King.
Friend, what are those beauties cald?
aside.
Old Tay.
Your graces pardon.
King.
Are they Oracle, or is the knowledge fatall?
But that I know thy faith, this deniall
Wou'd conjure a suspition in my breast;
Vse thy prerogative, 'tis thy owne house
In which you are a King; and I your guest.
Come Ladies.
Exeunt.
Enter Antonio disguis'd like a Physitian.
This habite will doe well, and lesse suspected;
Rapt i' this cover lives a Kingdomes plague,
They kill with licence; Machviles proud dame
'Tis fam'd is ficke, upon my soule, how ere
Her health may be the Aguesh commons cry;
She's a disease they groane for: this disguise
Shall sift her Ebon soule, and if she be
Infectious, like a Meagrome, or rot limbe;
The sword of Justice must devide the joynt
That holds her to the States indanger'd body.
Shee comes.
Enter Machvile, with Auristella leaning on his arme, with two, Seruants.
Mach.
Looke up my Auristella;
Better the Sun forsake his course to blesse,
And we grovell for ever in eternall night,
Then death ecclipse thy rich and stronger light.
Seeke some physitian, horrour to my soule, she faints;
I'de rather lose the issue of my hopes, than Auristella.
Ant.
Issue of his hopes, strange;
aside.
Mach.
The Crownes injoynement can yeeld no content,
Without the presence of my Auristilla.
Ant.
Crownes injoyment, O villaine.
Mach.
Why stirre you not? fetch me some skillfull man,
My Kingdome shall reward him; if his Art
Chaine her departing soule unto her flesh,
But for a day, till she be crown'd a Queene:
Fly, bring him unto this walke.
Ant.
Stay,
Most honour'd Count, (now for a forged linke
aside.
Of flattery to chaine me to his love;)
Having with studious care gone o're the Art
Folly tearmes Magick, which more sublime soules
Skil'd i' the Starrs, know is above that mischiefe;
I finde you're borne to be 'bove vulger greatnesse,
Even to a Throne: but stay, let's fetch this Lady.
Mach.
All greatnesse without her is slavery.
Ant.
Vse modest violence.
Au.
Oh.
Ant.
Stand wider, give her aire.
Mach.
God-like Physitian, I and all that's mine,
Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice.
Ant.
Fore fend it goodnesse; I, nay all;
E're many houres makes the now yong day
A type of sparkeling youth; shall on their knees
Pray for your highnesse.
Mach.
Looke up my Auristella, and be great;
Rise with the Sun, but never to decline,
Aur.
What have you done?
Wak'd thee to be a Queene.
Aur.
A Queene! O don't dissemble; you have rob'd me
Of greater pleasure, than the fancied blisse
Elizium ownes: O for a pleasure reall, that
Wo'd appeare in all unto my dreame: that I may
Frowne, and then kill; smile, and create againe.
Were there a Hell, as doting age wo'd have,
To fright from lawlesse courses heedlesse youth:
For such a short liv'd happinesse as that,
I wo'd be lost unto eternity.
Mach.
The day growes old in houres:
Come Auristella to the Capitall;
The Gray-beard Senate shall on humble knees,
Pay a Religious Sacrifice of praise
Unto thy demy Deity: the Starrs
Have in a generall Senate made thee Queene
Of this our world: Great master of thy Art,
Confirme my love.
Ant.
Madam—
Mach.
Nay heare him love, beleeve me he's a man
That may be Secretary to the gods;
He is alone in Art, 'twere sin to name
A second; all are dunces to him.
Ant.
How easie is the faith of the ambitious.
Mach.
Follow me to the Counsell.
Exit.
Au.
Are you the man my husband speakes so high of?
Are you skill'd i'the Starres?
Ant.
Yes Madam.
Au.
Your habit sayes, or you abuse the custome,
You're a Physitian?
Ant.
Madam i'me both.
Au.
And dee' find no let that stops my rysing.
Ant.
Not any.
Au.
Away, your skill is dull, dul to dirision.
There is a Star fixt i'the heaven of greatnesse,
That sparkles with a rich and fresher light,
Than our sicke and defective Taper.
Ant.
It may be so, the horiscope is troubled;
Au.
Confusion take your horiscope and you.
Can you with all your Art advise my feares,
Ant.
Death how she conjures;
Madam I must search into the Planets.
Au.
Planet me no planets; be a Physitian,
And from your study of industrious poisons,
Fetch me your best experienc'd speedy one,
And bring it to me straight: what 'tis to doe,
Like unresolved riddles hid from you.
Exit.
Ant.
Planet said I; upon my life no planet
Is so swift as her nere resting evill,
That's her tongue: well i'le not question
What the poisons for, if for her selfe,
The common Hangman's eas'd the labour of a blow,
For if she live her head must certaine off;
The poison ile goe get, and give it her,
Then to the King:
If Sebastiano's Frenchified disguise
Purchase the like discovery, our eyes
Will be too scanty; we had need to be
All eye, to watch such haughty villany.
Exit.
Enter Giovanno and Philippa.
Gio.
Begare Madam me make de gowne so brave; O, de
nole vorle vorke be me patron, me ha vorke for le grand
Duches le Shevere, le Royne de Francia, Spanea de Angleter
an all d' fine Madamosels.
Phi.
Nay Monsier to deprive desert of praise, is unknown
Language, troth I use it not; nay it is verry well.
Gio.
Be me trot a Madam mener doe ill, de English man
do ill, de Spanere doe, de Duch, de all doe ill, but your
Franch man, and begare he doe incomparable brave.
Phi.
Y'are too proud, on't.
Gio.
Begare me noe proud ide vorle, me speake be me
trot de trut, ang me noe lye; metra Madam begare you have
de find bode a de vorle, O de fine brave big ting me have ever
Enter Raimond.
Phi.
Welcome my Lord,
Shall I still long, yet lose my longing still?
Is there no Art to mount the lofty seat?
No Engin that may make us ever great?
Must we be still stil'd Subjects, and for feare
Our closest whispers reach the a wing care,
Not trust the wind?
Ray.
Be calme my love,
Ha, who have we here an eues dropper.
Gio.
Me Signior, Be povera ientle homa a Franch
A votre commandement.
Phi.
My Tayler,
Gio.
We Monsier de Madam Tayler.
Ray.
Some happy genius does attend my wishes,
Or spirit like a Page conducts unto me
The Ministers, whose sweet must seat me easie.
Come hither French man, canst thou rule thy tongue?
Art not too much a woman?
Gio.
No begar me show, someting for de man.
Ray.
Or canst thou be like a perverse on, professe dogednes?
Be as a dead man dumbe, briefly be this:
A friend to France, and with a silent speed,
Post to our now approaching armed friends:
Tell them that Raimond e're the hasty Sand
Of a short houre be spent, shall be impal'd,
And on his brow a Deputy for France,
Support a golden wreath of Kingly cares:
Bid 'em make hast to plucke my partner downe
Into his Grave; be gone, as thou nursest
In thy breast thoughts that doe thirst
For noblenesse: be secret and thou'rt made;
If not, thou'rt nothing. Marke, 'tis Raimond sayes it:
And as I live, I breath not, if my deedes
Appeare not in a horrour 'bove my words.
Gio.
Begar me no nedde threaten, me be as close to your
secret, or my Ladyes secrets as de skin to de flesh; de flesh to
de Dog, de Bich; call me de son o de Bich.
Enter Fulgentio.
Ful.
Count Machvile waites your honour i'th Hall.
Ray.
Do't, and be more then common in our favour;
Here take this Ring for thy more credit:
Farewell, be quicke and secret.
Exeunt.
Gio.
Folly goe from my tongue, the French so nigh,
And thou halfe ruin'd Spaine, so wretchedly provided;
Strange, yet not, all Countries have bread monsters:
'Tis a Proverbe as plaine as true, and aged as 'tis both:
One tainted Sheepe mares a whole flocke.
Machvile that tainted beast, whose spreading ills
Infecteth all; and by infecting kills.
Ile to the French, what he intends to be
Our ruine; shall confound their villany.
Exit.
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