University of Virginia Library

Actus Quintus.

Enter Votarius with Anselmus the Husband.
Votar.
you shall stand here my lord vnseene, and here all
do I deale now like a right frend wt h you?

Ansel.
lyke a most faithfull.

Votar.
you shall haue her mynde een as it comes to me
thoughe I vndoo her by'te, yor frendship sir
is the sweet mistres that I onlie serue,
I prize the roughenes of a mans embrace
before the soft lippes of a hundred ladies

Ans.
and that's an honest mynde of thee

Votar.
locke yor self sir
into that closet and be sure none see you
trust not a creature, weele haue all ronne cleere
een as the heart affordes it

Ans.
tis a matche Sir.—

Exit.
Votar.
troth he saies true ther, tis a matche indeed
he does not knowe the strengthe of his owne wordes
for if he did ther were no mastring on him
has cleft the pynne in twoe wt h a blinde mans eyes
thoe I shoot wide, ile Coozen him of the game—

Exit.
Leonella aboue in a Gallery with her loue Bellarius.
Leo.
doest thow see thine enemie walke

Bel.
I would I did not

Leo.
pry thee rest quiet man, I haue feed one for him
a trustie Catchpowle too that wilbe sure on him,
thow knowst this gallerie well tis at thy vse now
t'as bin at myne full often, thow mayst sitt
like a most priuat gallant in y'on corner
see all the plaie and nere be seene thy self

Bel.
therfore I chose it

Leo.
thow shalt see my ladie
plaie her part naturallie, more to the life
then shees aware on

Bel.
ther must I be pleazde,
thowr't one of the Actors, thow't be myst anon,

Leo.
alas a womans action's allwaies readie
yet ile downe now I thinck on't—

Descendet Leonela.
Bel.
doe tis tyme yfaithe

Ans.
I know not yet wher I should plant belief
I am so straungely tost, betwene two tales,
Ime told by my wiues woman the deedes donne
and in Votarius tonge, tis yet to come,
the Castle is but vpon yeilding yet
tis not deliuerd vp, well, we shall finde
the misterie shortlie, I will entertaine
the patience of a prisoner ith meane tyme./

Locks him self in
Enter Anselmus Lady with Leonella.
Wife
Is all set readie wench

Leo.
push, madame, all

Wife
Tell not me so, she liues not for a ladie
that has less peace then I

Leo.
nay good sweet madame
you would not thinck how much this passion alters you,
It drinckes vp all the bewtie of yor cheeke
I promise you madame you haue lost much blood,

Wife
let it drawe death vpon me, for till then
I shalbe mistres of no true content
whoe could endure howerlie temptation
and beare it as I doe

Leo.
nay that's most certaine
vnless it were my self agen, I can doot
I suffer the like dailie, you should complaine madame

Wife
wc h way, were that wisdome pry thee wench to whome

Leon
to him that makes all whole agen, my lord
to one that if he be a kinde good husband
will let you beare no more then you are able,

Wife
thow knowst not what thow speakst, why my lords hee
that giues him the howse-freedome, all his bouldnes,
keeps him a purpose heare to warr wt h me

Leo.
Now I hold wiser of my lord then soe
he knowes the world, he would not be so idle,

Wife
I speake sadd truthe to thee, I am not priuat
in myne owne chamber such his impudence is
nay my repenting tyme is scarce blest from him
he will offend my praiers

Leo.
owt vpon him
I beleeue madame hees of no Religion

Wife
he serues my lord and thats enoughe for him
and pray vpon poore ladies like my self.
ther's all the gentlemans devotion

Leo.
marry the devill of hell giue him his blessinge

Wife
pray watche the doore, and suffer none to troble vs
vnless it be my lord

Leo.
twas finely spoke that
my lord indeed is the most troble to her,
now must I shewe a piece of service here;
how do I spend my daies, [life] shall I neuer
get higher then a ladies doorekeper
I must be maried as my ladie is first
and then my maide may doe as much for me

Wife
O miserable tyme, except my lord
do wake in honorable pittie to me
and rid this vitious gamster from his howse
whome I haue checkt so often, here I vowe
ile ymitat my noble sisters fate
late mistres to the worthy Gouianus
and cast awaie my life as he did hers,

Enter Votarius to the doore wt hin
Leon.
back, y'are to forward sir, ther's no comyn̄ge for you

Votar.
how mistres len, my ladies smock woman
am I no farder in yor dutie yet?

Leo.
dutie looke for't of them you keep vnder sir

Votar.
you'le let me in

Leo.
who would you speake wt hall

Vota.
wt h the best ladie you make Curtsie too

Leo.
she will not speak wt h you

Vota.
haue you her mynde
I scorne to take her answer of her broker

Leo.
madame

Wife
whats ther, how now Sir, whats yor busines?
we see yor bouldnes plaine

Vota.
I came to see you madame

Wife
ffarwell then, tho twas Impudence to much
when I was priuat,

Vota.
madame

Wife
[life] he was borne
to beggar all my patience;

Vota.
I'me bould
still to preferr my loue—yor woman heres me not

Wife
whers modesty and honour? haue I not thrice
answerd thy lust

Leo.
birladie I thinck oftner

Wife
and darst thow yet looke wt h temptation on vs,
since nothing will prevaile, come death, come vengeance
I will forget the weaknes of my kinde
and force thee from my chamber

Votar.
how now ladie
vds life you prick me madame

Wife
pree thee peace,
I will not hurt thee,—will you yet begon sir,

Leon.
hees vpon goinge I thinck

Votar.
madame,/[heart] you deale falce wt h me, o I feele it,
y'are a most treacherous ladie this thy glorie?
my brest is all afier—oh—

Leo.
ha ha ha—

Ansel.
ha? I beleeue her Constancie to late
confirmd eene in the blood of my best frend;
Ente: Bellarius
take thow my vengeance, thow bould periurous strompet
that durst accuse thy vertuous ladie falcelie;

kills Leonela
Belar.
o deadly poison after a sweet banquet
what make I here, I had forgot my hart,
I am an Actor too, and neuer thought on't
the blacknes of this season cannot miss me
Sirrah, you, lord.

Wife
is hee ther welcome Ruine

Bel.
ther is a life due to me in that bosome
for this poore gentlewoman.

Ansel.
and art thow then receiuer?
ile paye thee largelie slaue for thy last scape

They make a daungerous passe at one another the Lady purposely runs betwene, and is kild by them both.
Wife
I come Votarius

Ans.
hold, if manhood guide thee
o what has furie donne?

Bel.
what has it donne nowe?
why kild an honorable whore, thats all

Ans.
villaine ile seale that lye vpon thy hart,
A Constant ladie,

Bel.
To the devill as could be,
[heart] must I prick you forward, either vp
or sir ile take my chaunce, thow couldst kill her
wt hout repentinge, that deserud more pittie
and spendst thy tyme and teares vpon a Queane.

Ans.
Slaue

Bel.
that was deceiud once in her own deceit
As I am now, the poison I prepard
vpon that weopen for myne enemies bosome
is bould to take acquaintaunce of my blood too
and serues vs both to make vp death wt hall

Ans.
I aske no more of destynie but to fall
close by the chaste side of my vertuous mistris,
if all the treasure of my weeping strength
be left so wealthy but to purchase that
I haue the deare wish of a great mans spirrit,
yet fauour me, o yet, I thanck thee fate
I expire cheerefullie and giue death a smile—

Ansel: dies
Bel.
o rage I pittie now myne enemies flesh

Enter Gouianus with Servauntes
Go
wher should he bee?

1 Ser.
my ladie sir will tell you
shees in her chamber here

2 Ser.
o my lord

Goui
Peace —my honorable brother, madame, All—
so many dreadfull deedes and not one tongue
left to proclayme em

Bel.
yes, here, if a voice
some mynute long may satisfie yor eare
I'ue that tyme allowde it

Goui.
tis enoughe
bestowe it quicklie ere death snatche it from thee

Bel.
that lord yor brother, made his frend Votarius
to tempt his ladie, she was wonne to lust,
the Act reveald here by her servingwoman,
but that wise close Adulteress storde wt h arte
to praie vpon the weakenes of that lord
dissembled a great rage vpon her loue
and indeed kild him, wc h so wonne her husband
he slew this right discouerer in his furye,
whoe being my mistris I was mov'de in harte
to take some paines wt h him, and has paid me for't
As for the cvnin̄ge ladie I com̄end her,
shee performd that wc h neuer woman tride
she ran vpon [twoe] OUR weopens and so died,
now you haue all I hope I shall sleep quiet—

Dyes.

—quiet

Ansel.

o thunder that awakes me een from death
and makes me curse my confidence wt h cold lips
I feele his wordes in flames about my sowle,
has more then kild me

Gou.

brother

Ans.

I repent the smile
that I bestowd on Destynie a whore
I fling thee thus from my believing brest
wt h all the strength I haue, my rage is great
althoughe my veynes grow beggars; now I sue
to die farr from thee, may wee neuer meet;
were my sowle bid to ioyes eternall Banquet
and were assurde to finde thee ther a guest
Ide sup wt h Torments, and refuse that feast;
O thow beguiler of mans easy trust
“The serpents wisdome is in weemens lust./
dyes.

(Marginal note)

[Goui]
[Is death so longe a comyn̄ge to mankinde]
[it must be met half waies? Lass the full tyme]
[is (to eternitie) but a mynute, A [OMITTED]—]
[was that so long to staie? o cruell speed ]
[thers few men paie their debtes before their daie]
[if they be readie at their tyme, tis well,]
[and but a few that are so, what straunge hast]
[was made among thease people my heart weepes for't]
[goe, beare those bodies to a place more comely;]

Goui.
Brother, I came for thy advice, but I
fynde thee so ill a Counceller to thy self
that I repent my paines and depart sighinge,
the bodie of my loue is still at Courte
I am not well to thinck on't, the poore Spirrit
was wt h me once agen about it, Troth—
and I can put it of no more for shame
thoe I desire to haue it haunt me still
and neuer to giue ouer tis so pleasinge:
I must to courte I'ue plighted my faith toot
t'as opend me the waie to the revendge and I must thorow
[Tyrant ile rvnne thee on a daungerous shelf]
[thoe I be forc't to flie this land my self.]

Exit
Enter Tyrant with Attendauntes.
Ty.
In vaine my Spirit wrastles wt h my blood
affection wilbe mistris here on earthe,
the howse is hers, the Sowle is but a tenaunt,
I ha taskt my self but wt h the Abstinence
of one poore howre, yet cannot conquer that
I cannot keep from sight of her so longe
I starue myne eye to much, goe bring her forth
as we haue cawsde her bodie to be deckt
in all the glorious Ritches of our pallace;
our mynde has felt a famyne for the tyme
All comfort has bin deere and scarce wt h vs
the tymes are allterd since, strike on sweet hermonye
ii. MUSICK
A brauer world comes toward vs

They bringe the Body in a Chaire drest vp in a black veluet which setts out the pailenes of the handes and face, And a faire Chayne of pearle crosse her brest and the Crucyfex aboue it; He standes silent awhile letting the Musique play, becknyng the soldiers that bringe her in to make obeisaunce to her, and he hym self makes a lowe honour to the body and kisses the hande
A song within in Voyces.
Song.
O what is Beauty thats so much adored
A flattring glass that cozens her beholders,
one Night of death makes it looke pale and horred
The Daynty preseru'd flesh how soone it molders
To loue it lyuinge it bewitcheth manye
But after life is seldome heard of any.

1 Sold.
[By this hand, mere Idolatrie, I make Curtsy]
[to my damnation, I haue learnt so much]
[thoe I could neuer knowe the meaninge yet]
[of all my latin prayers, nor nere sought for't]

Tyr.
how pleazing art thow to vs euen in death
I loue thee yet, aboue all weemen lyvinge
[and shall doe seavne yeare hence,]
I can see nothing to be mended in thee
but the too constant palenes of thy cheeke
I'de giue the kingdome, but to purchase ther
the breadth of a red Rose, in naturall coloure,
[and thinck it the best bargaine, that euer kinge made yet,]
[but Fates my hindraunce,]/[but Fate[s] is my hinderer]
And I must onlie rest content wt h Arte
and that ile haue in spite on't —is he come sir.

2 Sol.
who my lord

Tyr.
dull —the fellow that we sent
[for a Court schoolemaster,] a Picture drawer
A ladies forenoone Tuter, is he come sir

1 Sol.
not yet returnd my lord

Tyr.
the foole belike
makes his choice carefullie for so we chargd him; WHERE IS HE
[to fit our close deedes wt h some priuat hand,]
[It is no shame for thee most silent mistris]

[Sol.

HE IS COME MY LORD]

(Marginal note)

[to stand in need of Arte, when youthe]
[and all thy warme frendes has forsooke thee,]
[weemen aliue are gladd to seeke her frendship]
[to make vp the faire nomber of their graces]
[or ells the reckninge would fall short sometymes]
[and servauntes would looke out for better wages]

Enter 3 Souldier with Gouianus.
2 Sol.
hees come my lord.

Tyr.
depart then, is that hee?

3 Sol.
the priuatst I could get my lord

Goui.
o heavn marry patience to my spirrit
giue me a sober furie I beseech thee,
A rage that may not ouer charge my blood
and doo my self most hurt tis straunge to me
to see thee here at Courte, and gon from hence
didst thow make haste, to leaue the world for this?
[and kept in the worst Corner ]
o whoe dares play wt h destynie but hee
that weares Securitie so thick vpon him
the thought of Death and Hell cannot pierce throughe

Tyr.
t'was circumspectlie caryed, leaue vs, goe
be neerer sir, thowr't much Comended to vs

Goui
it is the hand my lord Comendes the workeman

Tyr.
thow speakst both modestie and truthe in that,
we need that Arte that thow art master of

Goui
my kinge is Master both of that and me

Tyr.
look on y'on face and tell me what it wantes

Goui
wc h that sir

Tyr.
that? what wantes it

Goui
troth my lord
some thowsand yeares sleep, and a marble pillowe

Ty.
what's that obserue it still, All the best artes
hath the most fooles and drunckards to their Masters,
thy apprehension has to grosse a filme
to be ymploid at Court; what colour wantes shee

Goui
by my troth all sir, I see none she has
nor none she cares for

Tyr.
I am ouer matcht here

Goui
A lower Chamber wt h less noize were kindlier
for her poore woman, what so ere she was

Ty.
but how if we be pleasd to haue it thus
and thow well hierd to do what we comaund
is not yor worke for monie?

Goui
yes my lord
I would not trust [at Courte] BUT FEW and I could chuse

Ty.
let but thy Arte hide death vpon her face
that now lookes fearefullie on vs, and but striue
to giue our eye delight in that pale parte
wc h drawes so many pitties from these springes
and thy reward for't shall owtlast thy end,
and reach to thy frendes fortunes, and his frend;

Goui
Say you so my lord, ile worke out my heart then
but ile showe Art ynoughe

Tyr.
About it then
I neuer wisht so seriouslie for health
after longe sicknes

Goui.
A religious trembling shakes me by the hand
and bidds me put by such vnhallowed busines
but reveng calls fort, and it must go forward
tis tyme the spiritt of my loue took rest
poore sowle, tis weary, much abusde and toilde

Ty.
Could I now send for one to renew heat
wt hin her bosome, that were a fine workeman;
I should but too much loue him, but alas
[but a] tis as vnpossible for lyving fire
to take hold ther, as for dead ashes to burne back agen
into the those hard toughe bodies whence they fell,
life is remoud from her now, as the warmth [of]
of the bright Sonne from vs when it makes winter,
and kills wt h vnkinde coldnes, so ist yonder
an everlasting frost hanges now vpon her
And as in such a seazon men will force
a heat into their bloodes wt h exercize
in spite of extreame weather, so shall wee
by arte force beautie on y'on ladies face
thoe Death sit frowning on't a storme of haile
to beat it of; our pleasure shall prevaile

Goui
my lord

Ty
hast donne so soone

Goui
thats as yor grace
giues approbation

Ty.
o she liues agen
sheel presentlie speake to me, keep her vp
ile haue her sowne no more, theres trecherie in't
does she not feele warme to thee

Goui
very litle sir.

Ty.
the heat wantes cherishing then, our Armes and lipps
shall labour life into her, wake sweet mistris
tis I that call thee at the doore of life,—ha?
I talke so longe to death, Ime sick my self
me thinckes an evill sent still followes me

Goui
may be tis nothinge but the colour sir
that I laid on

Ty.
is that so stronge

Goui
yes faith sir, [twas]
twas the best poison I could get for monie;

Ty.
Gouianus?

Goui
[o thow sacrilidgious villaine,]
[thow thief of rest, robber of monuments,]
[Cannot the bodie after funerall]
[sleep in the graue for thee? must it be raisde]
[onlie to pleaze the wickednes of thine eye ]
[does all thinges end wt h death and not thy lust?]
[hast thow devisde a new waie to damnation]
[more dreadfull then the sowle of any synne]
[did euer passe yet betwene earth and hell?]
[doest striue to be ∥ticulerlie plagude]
[aboue all ghostes beside? is thy pride such]
[thow scornst a partner in thy torments too?]

Ty.
what fury gaue thee bouldnes to attempt
this deed, for wc h ile doome thee wt h a death
beyond the [Frenchmens] EXTREMEST tortures.

Goui
I smyle at thee
drawe all the death that euer mankind sufferd
vnto one head to help thine owne Invention
and make my end as rare as this thy Synne
and full as fearfull to the eyes of weemen:
my Spirrit shall flye singing to his lodginge
in midst of that roughe weather; doome me Tyrant,
had I feard death Ide neuer appeard noble
to seale this acte vpon me, wc h eene honors me
vnto my mistris spirrit, it loues me for't
I told my heart twold proue distruction toot
whoe hearing twas for her, chargd me to doote

Ty.
thy glories shalbe shortend, whose wt hin ther
I cald not thee thow enemie to firmeness
Enter the Ghost in the shame form as the lady is drest in the Chayre
mortallities earthquake

Goui.
wellcome to myne eyes
as is the daye-springe from the morninges woombe
vnto that wretche whose nightes are tedious
as liberty to Captiues, health to laborers
and life still to ould people, neuer weary on't,
So wellcome art thow to mee: the deedes don
thow Queen of spirrits, he has his end vpon him,
thy bodie shall returne to rise agen
for thy Abuser falls, and has no powre
to vex thee ffarder [nowe]

Spiritt
my truest loue
Liue ever honourd here, and blest aboue.

Tir.
oh if ther be a hell for flesh and spirrit
Enter Nobles
tis built wt hin this bosome: my lordes treason

Goui
now death, I'me for thee, wellcome

Ty.
[yor kinges poisond] I am poisoned

Memp.
the king of heavne be praisd for't

Ty.
lay hold on him
on Gouianus

Memph.
een wt h the best loues
and truest hartes that euer Subiects owde

Ty.
how's that, I charge you [both] ALL laie handes on him

Memph.
look you my lord yor will shalbe obaide
[Enter] [Heluetius]
[heere comes another, weele haue his hand too.]

Hel.
[you shall haue both myne, if that worke goe forward]
[beside my voice and knee:]

Ty.
[Heluetius?—then my distruction was confirmd amongst em]
[premeditation wrought it: o my Torments:]

All.
Liue Gouianus longe our vertuous kinge

FLORISH
Tyr.
that thunder strikes me dead

Goui
I cannot better
[reward my Ioyes then wt h astonisht silence]
[for all the wealth of wordes is not of power]
[to make vp thanckes for you my honord lords:]
[Ime like a man pluckt vp from many waters]
[that neuer lookt for help, and am here plac'te]
[vpon this cheerfull mowtaine wher prosperitie]
[shootes forth her ritchest beame]

Memp.
[long iniurde lord]
[the tyranye of his actions grew so waightie]
[his life so vitious ]

[Helu.]
[to wc h this is witnes]
[monster in synne, this, the disquieted bodye]
[of my too resolute childe in Honors warr]

[Mem.]
[that he became as hatefull to our myndes]

[Helue]
[as death's vnwellcome to a howse of ritches]
[or what can more express it]

Goui
[well hees gon]
[And all the kingdomes evills perish wt h him]
and since the bodie of that vertuous ladie
is taken from her rest, In memorie
of her Admired mistris, tis our will
it receiue honour dead, as it tooke parte
wt h vs in all afflictions when it liude:
[here place her in this throane crowne her our Queene]
[the first and last that euer we make ours]
[her Constancy strikes so much firmnes in vs:]
[That honor donne let her be solemply borne]
[Vnto the howse of peace from whence she came]
T]he Spirit enters ag]en and stayes to go]e out with the bo]dy as it were atte]ndinge it.
[as Queene of Scilence; o welcome blest Spirit]
thow needst not mistrust mee, I haue a care
as iealowes as thine owne, weele see it donne
and not belieue reporte, our zeale is sutche
we cannot reuerence chastetie to muche
lead on; I would those ladies that fill Honors roomes
might all be borne so [honest] VIRTUOUS to their toombes.

Recorders or other solempne Musique playes them owt.