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Actus qintus

V. i

Enter fernese & porter.
fer
pray mr porter ys not Count garrulo yor prisoner

por
& his yong Countesse to vpon the princesse Comaund.

fer
some Ieast I thinke pray how do hee beare him selfe

port
nothing like the man he was but in mind much more ridiculously
but here they Come please yow stand aside
and obserue.

enter Count Lesbia Clow
Lesbi
still melancholy my lord.

Count
mary am I
in sable black & band Clipt litle dam'mee
my hats at liberty, I haue said nay and swore
that yt for mee shall nere Come in band more
my leggs (great Calues) theire pride the more to martir
I haue seene an end of gold & siluer garter
the spangled roses that vpon my shoes grew
I haue burnt to ash and were vnder my nose rue

Clow
pritty nosgay for a prisoner and very pregnant, and for
yor Coūtesse sake my lord.

Count
I am vext for her ffreind Cancko. and well may bee
when yor Ioane thinks her selfe as good's my lady
nay sayes so to.

Clow
more slutt shee in that I must needs Confesse.

porter
now yow haue tasted his humor please yow Ile interupt him
my lord heres Count fernese one of yor vnckles

Count
one vnckle but? were there the whole halfe dozen
let em Come in; yet Ime scarce Cater Cossen

ffer.
Cossen garrulo; what a strange thing haue yow made of yor selfe

Count
my humor vnckle, I haue beene long about one
and now I ha'te: I was no body wt hout one

Lesb
nay good my lord youle kill mee and yow bee thus mellancholy
bee merry and yow loue mee

Count
loue thee oh
neuer did schoolboye[s] long for thing Calld wigg
in time of lent; sow nere tooke pride in pigg
nor burdeaux Cobler in hei dery derry
then I would do to see my Countesse mery

fer.
good newes I hope bentivolyes Come from Court

Count
stabb mee wt h scorne, my brest stands open fort

bent
why how now Cusse: a spirit of yor metaphisicall Hierogliphick
should not stoope to this grosse humor of melancholy

Count
not melancholy why Ile tell thee boy
wert thow as louely browne as aple moy
and valiant as the [lou]eldest sonne of priam
my wrongs would make thee melancholy as I am. what sayes my quondam—mr s

bent
sayes litle or nothing but report goes shee intends to begg yee

Count
mee for a foole; oh most iniurious princesse
this Cutts my hart worse then a Cooke does quinces
before hee bakes em;—mee for a foole

bent
I Cannot tell I'me sure I herd a bird sing so.

Count
then rouse thee garrulo. and do strange things to.
to lye in durty ditch & starue were folly
some wine Ile drinke a health to melancholy

ferne
what dost meane, thow't make him stark mad indeed

bent
thers no way to make a foole wise but only that

Count
In bane of ratt and now to mind I Call
wine
the spiritt of that renowned haniball
and like to him rather then liue their laughter
Ile dye; were I sure not to liue one howre after.
dost smile on mee thow litle thinkst poore wine
that I should bee thy death and thow worke mine

fer
what meane yee sir.

Count
fill mee the tother Cup

benti
yow drink in anger

Count
now my stomaks vp
I Could drinke spider yf any aske mee whye
I drinke so deep

bent
Ile answer sorowes drye

Count
dost steale my humor? yet tis no matter do so.
for should I wer't my mr s wolld begg that to.
the poyson works

all
how poyson.

Count
yes to shun further scandall
I haue shott my hart as boyes kill Crowes at kandall

lesb.
alas hee faints see how his Cheeks Change Coullor

Count
a boat a boat sweet death send in a sculler
I am thy first man; hei kerry mery ferry
Ile saile to the northstar in a paper whirry

Lesb
las hee talks ydly

bent
yow must Consider they are ydle things [th] hee talks on.

lesb.
good my lord Count take Courage

Count
no: hold thy Clack, my hamstrings Crack
I wander through the shades
of tenarus where well I wus
I shall meet noble blades
Countesse farwell ring out my knell
thus my last leaue I take
sweet fates bee true for as yow brew
euen so let fortune bake

Exit
lesb.
alas hees dead help to Conueigh him hence

fer
I hope the foole has not poysned him selfe in earnest

bent
I saw him put somwhat into the Cup but I tooke yt for sugar

Clow
so twas sir but hee thinks yt poyson I asure yee, twere a
good Iest and hee shoud dye a the Conceit now.

bent
twere but a foole out of the way and wee haue Choyse
of a thousand to succeed him
preserue him thowgh & bring him to the Court
the fooles mock passion wilbee the princesse sport

Exeunt

V. ii

A Sennit.
Enter Cosmo Gismond bare: 2 bearing the Crowne and scepter: then aspero. 2 Churchmen betwixt them Isabella. Hortenzo Elinor Borgias Bentivoli Picentio as a doctor.
asper
looke yow bee sure your art present as much
as yow haue promisd doctor

pice
ee no maka de gran Colour pour noting

aspe
then alls prepard.

picen
pray speaka yow no more toota prepard;
all bee prepara, all redy,

aspero
thy Care and art shall haue a golden shewre
to make them fruitfull euer; yf yor harts
bee like yor faces yow are fitter (lords)
to visit those are traueling to death
then to atend the state, Can such Clowds
thin exhalations when a sun like theise
opens yt selfe vpon yt; stand before yt.
yow doe to make a nature Calme as sleep
as threatning as a tempest but tis well
yow tells this states a glittring seruitude
and by that name wee take yt

Gis.
Cuning deuill

Cosmo
a seeming sorow like the seeming bewty
art lends a withred Cheeke, ys soone wipd off.

bent
but that true greife imprints vpon the face
ys like the dye of nature 'twill apeare
do what wee Can to hide yt

aspe
Can those men that thinke opinions sound to giue their names
the atributs of wise and politike do thus vpon suspect

all
suspect

aspero
suspect and that suspect a treason.—yet know graue sirs
as wee Conceiue our eagle flights aboue
society, or enuy, so wee knowt
beneath the height of Iustice, and for that
& to transhape yor rough suspitious thoughts
to a more seemly forme, befor I put
this worthy embleame of monarcall state
about my temples, take this scepter vp
adornd wt h both, fill like a demigodd
this royall seate, or see the rites performd
must make this bewty mine; Ile shew a soule
as Clere 'a the bloud yow think yt staind wt hall
as thine or thine or

Cosmo
would yow Could my lord.

Gis.
thats all the harme I wish yee

bent
I good faith twould bee a pritty tale pray tel't my lord.

aspe
I will not bring the voyse of men to proue
myne inocency yow might then suspect
ether my greatnes or some great reward
had bought vntruths to help mee

Gis
not the voyse of men my lord?

Cosmo
bring what yow will to prou't so yow do prou't

Benti
Can yow bring the duke

Gis
the bewteous dutchesse

Cosmo
Can yow bring picentio

Gis
the noble Iulio

benti
the braue Captaine sir.

Cosmo
lieftenant

Gis
theire stout antient.

asper
I Can bring them.

Cosmo.
yow speake wonders to vs [OMITTED] do they liue

aspero
yes in elizium.

Gis
heres our louing feares prou'd in his owne Confession. they are dead

Cosmo.
yf they bee dead my lord how Can yow bring them hither

asper.
the solution of this enigmaes this sir. I haue wrought
wt h this good man mr in that abstruse
and hidden art of spells to Call theire soules
from those blest shades they liue in

all
how my lord

benti
their soules

asper
theire soules that their eternall selues
may in a Iust relation of their deaths
acquitt mee or Condemne mee.

picent
ee begar it ys all boone bee all faire

all
theire soules

pice
dere soula
yow musha bee sure dey willa no ly my laare
tis no possibla.

Bent
and haue yow the art to raise theire figures

picent
haue ee haue ee no.
ee am no pooura shuglera ee haue Arte
and by dat art Can Call them.

asper
Call them—see
though kings like eliphants haue no bending knee
thus low wee Can discend. where wee apeare not
our owne sunn but yor shaddow

ent duk, dutches Iulio Captaine lieftenan antient lik ghosts
Cosmo
they are Come

picenti
vat yow meane my lar begar yow maka all my arta no ting

asper
ha

picenti
yow musha no shuddra, van yow see datt: La entante La fine:
La enda. pour whish de spiritt Come Hedra bee all Laufe.

aspero
art sure they Come not for reuenge

picen
reuensh vat yow Comann dey Com for

aspe
then go on:

picen
de Cause pour whish mee spell maka yow Come
from de Elizium peace ys poure demann
tusha de maner how de shenteele spiritt
once dwell in susha brittle ting as dis
leaue dat massoone dat manshoone tis suspeck
dat by dis man (tres boone tres excelaunt)

aspe
excelent doctor

picen
dat dis braue man, by Cor by sore by poyson
ha Cause yow bee murdra; yf hee haue
or by de word or senda make des lorda
[make des] misstrusse yt oonerstannd yt; yf he haue no
den semblably shew dat. yow see dey ben smile and
embrace de duke, ann treaton yow pour maka de mispriza.
dat so musha wrong him vata yow tink now my laure

Cosmo
what Can wee thinke wee are amasd.

Gis
ashamd.

bent
and Can no better shew our broken harts
then in their silent action.

picen
ys no vell, here ys no treeke no shugula no breebe

benti
might wee thus low intreat one fauour more
all that wee haue ys yors

asper
speake

Gismo
now wee see yor soules thus Clere our humble
wills to know by whome or how a'the sudaine

picen.
dey Coma dead dat—yow mush know herafter.

benti
then for picentio sir among these soules wee see not him

picent
thus tis den; hee bee no dead, an wan he bee no dead
ee Can no fesh this shadow

asper
are yow pleasd.

all
haueing yor royall pardon

asper
rise yow haue yt
now send them to theire rest, and to the worke
wee Come for—our Coronation — after that
our nuptials wt h this bewty our elizium.

picen
yor graca a wish de more before ee goe
yow shall behold dem dance dan a de resse

The duke taks the Crowne the dutches the scepter, Captaine fetches of hortenzo. leiftenaunt elinor & the antient Borgias.

in wc h they reioyse & embrace the duke dutches & the rest take a new state in order

aspero
the meaning doctor

picenti
why the meaning deuill ys very plaine & easy thow art mine

Isab
all my sad thoughts are banished.

asper
whats all this are wee deluded.

Gis
heres the sun my lord.

bent
yow are but the shadow.

picen
Iarest thee, first as a traitor to this dignity
next to this spottles bossome: last my life
for all wc h royall sir.

duke
there needs no toung—has sinn enough to acuse him

asper
I haue none—of blood—or bloudy purpose

Iulio
then the diuell has none of mischeife

asper
what art thow

Iuli
yow see—I am the man my lord that should haue killd em:

asper
ha a slaue [a]acuse mee

Iuli
I acuse a slaue—the hate of men and angells

duke
Iulio

dutchesse
brother

leifte
dee hang the head my lord.

Cap
twere no great matter & hee were hangd himselfe

duke
thow that wouldst on borowed fethers patcht together
wt h wax (thy weake ambition.) soare to high
art now as low as basnes; to this man
thy pride so slaud; be thow thy selfe a slaue
so take him & so vse him

asper
do thy worst Ile bee as great in my Conceipt as thow
or all thy state Could make mee—prowd—my witt
Could make mee duke elected; and so long
foole such fine things as those: I am sorry for
nothing but that maide

benti
as how my lord

aspe
that shees a maid had I but done the feate
'thad beene a dukdome to mee

all
wicked villaine

aspero
y'aue a prowd slaue my lord.

Iulio
no I haue none
bad things wee know to shun not Imitate
shall his black mind make mine so—from his brest
his base thoughts blotted I Could hugg his person.
bee as to theise—a felow—I beseech yee
reuoake that sentence

all
noble Iulio

duke
still nature will shew yt selfe be yt good or yll

Iuli
may I preuaile great sir.

duke
inioy thy wish thy sentence now ys the perpetuall
losse of title and thy freedome

asper
wee must beare yt.

benti
will yor mat i e giue mee leaue to tell him a tale
tis a very good tale & a sweet one

duke
do bentiuoli

benti
once vpon a time there was a lion.

aspe
so sir.

bent
this lion king of the forest being vpon some weighty Cause
to trauaile did for the time of his absence, Confer the
Charge of his scepter (wt h a Charge Carfully to vse yt)
to the asse

all
the asse

bent
the lion gone, the asse too prowd of the place hee had
left him thought yt not enough to be thought the lions
vicegerent, (so mildly to gouerne the forrest but to
bee taken for the lion himselfe.

Gis
the asse

benti
the asse

Cosmo
there was an asse indeed.

bent
put on a lions skinn

all
ha ha ha

benti
and thus like an asse like a lion I should haue said
stalks hee into the forest, there did hee so teriffie wt h his
looke; and so teare wt h his paw; here hee kicks one, there
kills another, there deuours another, as his owne sottish nature
directed that the forest apeard like a shambles

Gis
the poore beasts all this while tooke him for the lion.

benti
the very lion; but to bee short the lion Coming home
and hearing the spoyle of his subiects went into the
forest pulls of his skinn, shewes them his asses eares
degrades him & Condemnes him:—heres the litterall sence
the morrall ys nay I dare morrall this
wee are the trembling heard—there the true lion.
and for the asse my lord.

Cosmo
well said ould teltale

benti
let mee alone wt h a good tale my lord.

Gis
and now wee talke of an asse here Comes
a foole

garullo brought in a Chaire wt h a doctor
benti
no they say hee purgd lately and ys now an absolute
Courtier

Cosmo
how now mr doctor ys yor patient well

doctor
I hope hee wilbe now sir.

benti
ys hee asleep.

doctor
desirous being new purgd to see the duke
wee brought him thus, and by the way my lord
his lordship fell a sleep.

Gis
has hee beene purgd.

docto
yes my lord: and heres a note of his seuerall euacuations

benti
has hee Cast vp all this

doctor
all those grose humors I asure yee sir.

benti
exelent mirth my leidge shall I read em;

duke
do good bentivoli

Count
heigho.

all
peace

Count
heigho.

benti
thers twise;—heele beginn by and by

Count
I haue a horrible empty stomake

benti
yt must needs I think heres a horrible deale
of flish flash Come from yt

Count
haue yow pervsd my purge

benti
a Caroach & foure barbary mares sir.

Gis:
a forest of six and thirty acres

Cosmo
foure bedstands & a fencer

benti
a Cap wt h a Comb & a bauble

Gis:
sinderisis

Cosmo
hiperbole

benti
cacumenos

Gis
metaphisicall

Cosmo
Hierogliphicall

benti
intilectuall yf this be that
yow Call a purge my lord wee haue pervsd yt

duke
haue wee found yow sir.

Count
yes a new man my lord

benti
yt may bee like my ladyes waiting gentlewomans petticoat new
turnd, for heres yor inside outward but all new.

Count
looke on my Cheeke my blushes testifie
how that—was but—my yesterdayes delight
ys this day loathsome to mee

benti
by my faith theres no Cacumenos in this

Cosmo
nor Hierogliphick nether.

Count
ha ha ha

Gis:
how now sir what do yow laugh at

Count
at myne owne shaddow.

all
how.

Count
ys in good faith my lord; me thinks I haue
before the Christall of myne eye a knott
of odd fantastique foppish baby things
kissing theire hands, bowing in Complement
as low as theire short doublets will permitt
and speaking my strange phrases; thers one Caryes
a Cannon in his mouth and yet will winke
for to discharge a pottgun; thers a youth
has gott my Cap & bauble, and mee thinks
the mr s that hee doats on taks the Coxcomb
and beats the Coxcomb wt h yt; thers an asse
that maks his shaddow in the sunn a glasse
and doats ons owne proportion wc h I loath

duke
as ys thy soule so ours, purgd now of all
the Iealous thoughts dwells in yt, all the mischeife
our Close enquiry or what euer elce
had a sad being from yt; ys not fitt
to bee remembred, when wee see the end
thus happily salute vs: but wee wronge
these paires to stay them from theire rites so long
that they so long haue wishd for, all the right
that Ioy Can giue vs weele enioy this night

Exeunt
A florish.