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blood, to recompense any man that bringeth his head with twenty thousand double pistolets, and the endearing to our choicest love. From Venice: PIERO SFORZA.
And. My thoughts are fix'd in contemplation Why this huge earth, this monstrous animal, That eats her children, should not have eyes and ears.
Philosophy maintains that Nature's wise,
Did Nature make the earth, or the earth Nature?
Paints me a puppet even with seeming breath,
That when a soul is splitted, sunk with grief,
Exclaiming thus, O thou all-bearing earth, Which men do gape for, till thou cram'st their mouths,
And chok'st their throats with dust: oh chaune1 thy breast,
And let me sink into thee. Look who knocks; Andrugio calls. But oh, she's deaf and blind. A wretch but lean relief on earth can find.
Lu. Sweet lord, abandon passion, and disarm. Since by the fortune of the tumbling sea, We are roll'd up upon the Venice marsh, Let's clip all fortune, lest more low'ring fateAnd. More low'ring fate? O Lucio, choke that breath.
Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend:
Unto Andrugio, but Andrugio:
And that nor mischief, force, distress, nor hell can take,
Fortune my fortunes, not my mind shall shake. Lu. Speak like yourself; but give me leave, my lord,
To wish your safety. If you are but seen, Your arms display you; therefore put them off, And take
And. Would'st thou have me go unarm'd among my foes?
Being besieg'd by passion, ent'ring lists,
Lu. Peace, good my lord, your speech is all too light.
Alas, survey your fortunes, look what's left
Why, that's an army all invincible!
He who hath that, hath a battalion Royal, armour of proof, huge troops of barbed steeds,
Main squares of pikes, millions of harguebush.' Oh, a fair cause stands firm, and will abide. Legions of angels fight upon her side.
Lu. Then, noble spirit, slide, in strange disguise,
Unto some gracious prince, and sojourn there, Till time and fortune give revenge firm means.
And. No, I'll not trust the honour of a man, Gold is grown great, and makes perfidiousness A common water in most princes' courts: He's in the chekle-roll: 2 I'll not trust my blood; I know none breathing, but will cog a die3 For twenty thousand double pistolets. How goes the time?
Lu. I saw no sun to-day.
And. No sun will shine where poor Andrugio breathes:
My soul grows heavy: boy, let's have a song: We'll sing yet, faith, even despite of fate.
[They sing. 'Tis a good boy, and by my troth, well sung. Oh, an thou felt'st my grief, I warrant thee, Thou would'st have struck division to the height,
And made the life of music breathe: hold, boy; why so?
For God's sake call me not Andrugio,
Enter FELICE walking, unbraced.
I cannot sleep: Felice seldom rests
In these court lodgings. I have walked all night,
2 chekle-roll-i.e. chequer-roll or check-roll, a list of household servants.
3 cog a die-To cog is to lie or cheat; to cog the dice is to load or tamper with them in some way.
4 division seems to have been the technical term for the pauses or parts of a musical composition.-STEVENS. 5 traverse light-i.e. the lamp giving light to the different passages.-DILKE.
surquedries-presumptions, from the old Fr., in which cuider means to think, presume.
7 firking. Firk is used in so many senses it is difficult to fix the meaning; generally it is applied to any sudden motion, here it may mean searching, keen.
As for the other glistering copper spangs,
Nectar to life, thou sweet Ambrosian feast!
Cast. Am not I a most sweet youth now?
Do smell of ambergris. Oh stay, sir, stay;
Cast. Good, very good, very passing passing good.
Feli. Fut, what treble minikin' squeaks there? ha? good, very good, very very good.
Cast. I will warble to the delicious concave of
Mistress' ear: and strike her thoughts with
Cast. Felice, health, fortune, mirth, and wine.
Cast. Now thou hast seen the court; by the perfection of it, dost not envy it?
Feli. I wonder it doth not envy me.
Why, man, I have been borne upon the spirit's wings,
The soul's swift Pegasus, the fantasy:
Have view'd the feeble joints men totter on.
For when I view, with an intentive thought,
Th'other witty, but unmeasured arrogant: Him great, yet boundless in ambition:
Him high-born, but of base life: t'other feard; Yet feared fears, and fears most, to be most loved:
Him wise, but made a fool for public use:
Lord, how I clap my hands, and smooth my brow,
Rubbing my quiet bosom, tossing up
A grateful spirit to Omnipotence!
Cast. Ha, ha; but if thou knew'st my happi
To your arms: and sued, and pray'd, and vow'd; And opened all their sweetness to your love.
Feli. There are a number of such things, as then
Have often urg'd me to such loose belief:
I have put on good clothes, and smug'd my face,
But for the rest, O most inexorable!
Cast. Nay then, i'faith, pr'ythee look here. [Shows him the superscription of a seeming letter.
Fel. To her most esteemed, lov'd, and generous servant, Sig. Castilio Balthazar. Prvthee from whom comes this? faith. I must sea
From her that is devoted to thee, in most pricate sweets of love,-Rossaline.
Nay, God's my comfort, I must see the rest;
[FELICE takes away the letter by force. Cast. Oh, you spoil my ruff, unset my hair; good, away.
Feli. Item, for strait canvas, thirteen pence halfpenny. Item, for an ell and a half of taffeta to cover your old canvas doublet, fourteen shillings and threepence. S'light, this is a tailor's bill.
Cast. In sooth, it is the outside of her letter, on which I took the copy of a tailor's bill.
Dil. But 'tis not crossed, I am sure of that. Lord have mercy on him, his credit hath given up the last gasp. Faith, I'll leave him; for he looks as melancholy as a wench the first night [Frit.
Feli. Honest musk-cod,3 'twill not be so stitched together. Take that, and that, and belie no lady's love. Swear no more by Jesu, this madam, that lady. Hence, go, forswear the presence, travel three years to bury this bastinado: avoid, puffpaste, avoid.
Cast. And tell not my lady mother. Well, as I am a true gentleman, if she had not willed me on her blessing not to spoil my face, if I could not find in my heart to fight, would I might ne'er eat a potato pie more.
[Enter BALURDO, backward; DILDO following him with a looking-glass in one hand, and a candle in the other hand. FLAVIA following him backward, with a looking glass in hand, and a candle in the other; RosSALINE following her. BALURDO and ROSSALINK stand setting of faces: and so the scene begins. Feli. More fool, more rare fools! Oh for time and place, long enough, and large enough, to act these fools! Here might be made a rare scene of folly, if the plat could bear it.
Bal. By the sugar-candy sky, hold up the glass higher, that I may see to swear in fashion
1 accorted-courted, or, perhaps, should be accosted
2 smug'd-made smug or trim.
3 musk-cod-a cod or bag for holding musk. 4 plat-plot, plan (?).
Oh, one loof more would ha' made them shine; they would have shone like my mistress' brow. Even so the duke frowns for all this cursond 2 world: oh, that gerne 3 kills, it kills. By my golden-what's the richest thing about me? Dil. Your teeth.
Bal. By my golden teeth, hold up; that I may put in: hold up, I say, that I may see to put on my gloves.
Dil. Oh, delicious, sweet - cheek'd master, if you discharge but one glance from the level of that set face, oh, you will strike a wench; you'll make any wench love you.
Bal. By Jesu, I think I am as elegant a courtier, as- How lik'st thou my suit? Cat. All, beyond all, no peregal: wondered at for an ass.
Bal. Well, Dildo, no Christian creature shall know hereafter, what I will do for thee heretofore.
Ros. Here wants a little white, Flavia.
Dil. Aye, but master, you have one little fault; you sleep open-mouth'd.
Bal. Pewe, thou jestest. In good sadness," I'll have a looking-glass nail'd to the teste of the bed, that I may see when I sleep, whether 'tis so, or not. Take heed you lie not: go to, take heed you lie not.
Fla. By my troth, you look as like the princess
Pie. Not yours, my lady? I'll see what 'tis. Bal. And how does my sweet mistress? Oh lady dear, even as 'tis an old say, 'Tis an old horse can neither wighy, nor wag his tail: even so do I hold my set face still: even so, 'tis a bad courtier that can neither discourse nor blow his nose.
Pie. [Reads] Meet me at Abraham's, the Jew's, where I bought my Amazon's disguise. A ship lies in the port, ready bound for England. Make haste, come private. ANTONIO.
Enter CASTILIO, FOROBOSCO. Forobosco, Alberto, Felice, Castilio, Balurdo? run, keep the palace, post to the ports, go to my daughter's chamber: whither now? scud to the Jew's, stay, run to the gates, stop the gundolets, let none pass the marsh, do all at once. Antonio? his head, his head. Keep you the court, the rest stand still, or run, or go, or shout, or search, or scud, or call, or hang, or do do do, su-su-su
something: I know not who who who, what I do do do, nor who who who, where I am.
O trista traditriche, rea, ribalda fortuna, Negando mi vindetta mi causa fera morte. Feli. Ha ha ha! I could break my spleen at his impatience.
Ant. Alma et gratiosa fortuna siate favorevole, Et fortunati siano vuoti del mia dulce Mellida, Mellida.
Mel. Alas, Antonio, I have lost thy note!
Be not affright, sweet prince; appease thy fear,
Fel. Art mad, or desperate? or
Ant, Both, both, all, all: I pr'ythee let me lie; Spite of you all, I can, and I will die. [Here apparently PIERO, FOROBOSCO, CASTILIO, and others rush out.
Fel. You are distraught; Oh, this is madness' breath!
Ant. Each man take hence life, but no man death:
He's a good fellow, and keeps open house :
Feli. Nay, Heaven's my comfort, now you are perverse;
You know I always lov'd you; pr'ythee live. Wilt thou strike dead thy friends, draw mourning tears?
Ant. Alas, Felice, I ha' ne'er a friend;
Feli. 'Fore Heaven, the duke comes: hold you, take my key,
Slink to my chamber, look you; that is it:
Ant. She'll not credit thee.
Fel. Tut, that's all one: I'll defame thy love; And make thy dead trunk held in vile regard. Ant. Wilt needs have it so? Why, then, Antonio,
Vive esperanza, in despetto dell fato.
Enter PIERO, GALEATZO, MATZAGENTE, FOROBOSCO, BALURDO, and CASTILIO, with weapons.
Pie. Oh, my sweet princes, was't not bravely found?
Even there I found the note, even there it lay.
Even in Antonio's skull.
Bal. Lord bless us: his breath is more fearful than a sergeant's voice, when he cries, 'I arrest.'
Ant. Stop Antonio, keep, keep Antonio.
Ant. Here, here: let me pursue him down the marsh.
Pie. Hold, there's my signet, take a gundolet: Bring me his head, his head, and, by mine honour,
I'll make thee the wealthiest mariner that breathes.
Bal. Upon his shoulders, that's the fittest place for it. If it be not as fit as if it were made for them, say, Balurdo, thou art a sot, an ass.
Enter MELLIDA in Page's attire, dancing.
My daughter Mellida: but alas, poor soul,
[et] Mel. Escap'd I am, spite of my father's spite.
Pie. Ho, this will warm my bosom ere I sleep.
Enter FLAVIA, running.
Fla. O my lord, your daughter.
Pie. Ay, ay, my daughter's safe enough, I
This vengeance on the boy will lengthen out
It shall be chronicled, time to come,
Piero Sforza slew Andrugio's son.
Fla. Ay, but my lord, your daughter.
Pie. Ay, ay, my good wench, she is safe enough.
Fla. Oh, then, my lord, you know she's run
Pie. Run away, away, how run away?
Pie. Pursue, pursue, fly, run, post, scud away! [FELICE sings, And was not good king Salomon. Fly, call, run, row, ride, cry, shout, hurry, haste: Haste, hurry, shout, cry, ride, row, run, call, fly Backward and forward, every way about.
Maldetta fortuna chy condura sorta Che faro, che diro, pur fugir tanto mal! [Exeunt all but CASTILIO and FELICE. Cast. 'Twas you that struck me even now: was it not?
Feli. It was I that struck you even now. Cast. You bastinadoed me, I take it. Feli. I bastinadoed you, and you took it. Cast. Faith, sir, I have the richest tobacco in the court for you; I would be glad to make you satisfaction, if I have wronged you. I would not the sun should set upon your anger; give
me your hand.
Feli. Content faith, so thou'lt breed no more such lies.
I hate not man, but man's lewd qualities.
Enter ANTONIO, in his sea-gown, running.
But poor, poor soul, wanting apt instruments
To speak or see, stands dumb and blind, sad spirit,
Roll'd up in gloomy clouds as black as air, Through which the rusty coach of Night is drawn.
'Tis so, I'll give you instance that 'tis so.
The soul itself gallops along with them,
That Morpheus tender-skinn'd-Cousin-german
Mellida: clod upon clod thus fall.2
Enter ANDRUGIO and LUCIO.
And. Come, Lucio, let's go eat: what hast thou got?
Roots, roots? alas, they are seeded, new cut up.
Right prudent, that esteems no creature just:
If not to be, 'tis comfort yet to seem.
And. Why, man, I never was a prince till now. "Tis not the bared pate, the bended knees, Gilt tipstaves, Tyrian purple, chairs of state, Troops of pied butterflies, that flutter still In greatness' summer, that confirm a prince: 'Tis not the unsavoury breath of multitudes, Shouting and clapping, with confused din, That makes a prince. No, Lucio, he's a king, A true right king, that dares do aught save wrong,
Fears nothing mortal but to be unjust,
Who can enjoy himself, maugre the throng
Whose brow is wreathed with the silver crowa
Lu. My lord, the Genoese had wont to say— And. Name not the Genoese: that yo Unkings me quite, makes me vile passion's slava.
1 discursive powers-powers of discourse or thought 2 Either there is something wanting in these verses, or the author wishes to represent Antonio as utterly bewildered.
3 Give me assay-to give the say or assay at court was for the royal taster to declare the goodness of the win or dishes.-NARES.
Oh, you that made open the glibbery 1ice
Was never prince with more applause confirm'd,
Was never prince with more despite cast out, Left shipwreck'd, banish'd on more guiltless ground.
O rotten props of the craz'd multitude,
How you still double, falter, under the lightest chance
That strains your veins. Alas, one battle lost, Your whorish love, your drunken healths, your hoots and shouts,
Your smooth God save's, and all your devil's last,
That tempts our quiet, to your hell of throngs. Spit on me, Lucio, for I am turned slave: Observe how passion domineers o'er me.
La. No wonder, noble lord, having lost a son, A country, crown, and
And. Ay, Lucio, having lost a son, a son, A country, house, crown, son. O lares, misereri lares.2
Which shall I first deplore? My son, my son, My dear sweet boy, my dear Antonio.
And. Ay, echo, ay; I mean Antonio.
Ant. Antonio, who means Antonio?
Then I'll begin, and we'll such order keep, That one shall still tell griefs, the other weep. [Exit ANDRUGIO, leaving ANTONIO and his Page.
Ant. I'll follow you. Boy, pr'ythee stay a little. Thou hast had a good voice, if this cold marsh, Wherein we lurk, have not corrupted it.
Enter MELLIDA, standing out of sight, in her
I pr'ythee sing; but, sirrah (mark you me),
Breathe me a point that may enforce me weep,
And thou shalt see me (like a man possess'd)
Will squeeze out tears from out his spongy cheeks:
The rocks even groan, and-
Or I shall ne'er ha' done when I am in,
And. Where art? what art? know'st thou 'Tis harder for me end, than to begin.
And. Lives he?
And. Where lies he dead?
And. Art thou Antonio?
Ant. I think I am.
And. Dost thou but think? What, dost not know thyself?
[Ant. He is a fool that thinks he knows himself. And. Upon thy faith to heaven, give thy
Ant. I were not worthy of Andrugio's blood, If I denied my name's Antonio.
And. I were not worthy to be call'd thy father, If I denied my name Andrugio.
And dost thou live? Oh, let me kiss thy cheek,
Give me thy hand; now Fortune do thy worst,
Which is accurs'd of Heaven. Oh, what black sin Hath been committed by our ancient house, Whose scalding vengeance lights upon our heads, That thus the world, and Fortune casts us out, As loathed objects, ruin's branded slaves?
And. Do not expostulate the heavens' will: But, oh, remember to forget thyself: Forget remembrance what thou once hast been. Come, creep with me from out this open air. Even trees have tongues, and will betray our life. I am a raising of our house, my boy: Which Fortune will not envy, 'tis so mean, And like the world (all dirt) there shalt thou rip The inwards of thy fortunes in mine ears, Whilst I sit weeping, blind with passion's tears:
20 household gods, pity me, household gods.'
[The boy runs a note, ANTONIO breaks it.1 For look thee, boy, my grief that hath no end, I may begin to plain, but-pr'ythee sing.
Mel. Heaven keep you, sir!
Ant. Heaven keep you from me, sir!
Sear'd with the anguish of calamity?
Art thou true sorrow, hearty grief? canst weep? I am not for thee if thou canst not rave,
[ANTONIO falls on the ground. Fall flat on the ground, and thus exclaim on Heaven;
O trifling Nature, why inspiredst thou breath? Mel. Stay, sir, I think you named Mellida. Ant. Know'st thou Mellida ?
Ant. Hast thou seen Mellida?
Ant. Then hast thou seen the glory of her sex,
Mel. She'll not requite it: all her love is fix'd Upon a gallant, on Antonio,
The Duke of Genoa's son. I was her page:
Oh, dear Antonio! and to strengthen thought,
Therefore leave loving her: faugh, faith, methinks
Her beauty is not half so ravishing
As you discourse of; she hath a freckled face, A low forehead, and a lumpish eye.
Ant. O heaven, that I should hear such blasphemy!
1i.e. the boy begins to sing, and Antonio interrupts him.-DILKE.