The
Countesse
of
Sweuia
discouered
sitting
at
a
Table
couered
with
blacke
,
on
which
stands
two
blacke
Tapers
lighted
,
she
in
mourning
.
Enter
ROBERTO
Count
of
Cypres
,
GVIDO
Count
of
Arsena
,
and
Signior
MIZALDVS
.
Mizaldus
.
WHat
should
we
doe
in
this
Countesses
darke
hole
?
She's
sullenly
retyred
,
as
the
Turtle
:
Euery
day
has
beene
a
blacke
day
with
her
since
her
husband
dyed
,
and
what
should
wee
vnruly
members
make
here
?
Guid.
As
melancholy
night
masques
vp
heauens
face
,
So
doth
the
Evening-starre
present
her selfe
Vnto
the
carefull
Shepheards
gladsome
eyes
,
By
which
vnto
the
folde
he
leades
his
flocke
.
Mizald.
Zounds
what
a
sheepish
beginning
is
here
?
'tis
said
true
,
Loue
is
simple
;
and
it
may
well
hold
,
and
thou
art
a
simple
louer
.
Rober.
See
how
yond
Starre
like
beauty
in
a
cloud
,
Illumines
darknesse
,
and
beguiles
the
Moone
Of
all
her
glory
in
the
firmament
.
Mizal.
Well
said
man
i'the
Moone
.
Was
euer
such
Astronomers
?
Marry
I
feare
none
of
these
will
fall
into
the
right
Ditch
.
Robert.
Madame
.
Count
.
Ha
Anna
,
what
are
my
doores
vnbarr'd
?
Miz.
Ile
assure
you
the
way
into
your
Ladiship
is
open
.
Rob.
And
God
defend
that
any
prophane
hand
Should
offer
sacriledge
to
such
a
Saint
.
Louely
Isabella
,
by
this
dutious
kisse
,
That
drawes
part
of
my
Soule
along
with
it
,
Had
I
but
thought
my
rude
intrusion
Had
wak'd
the
Doue-like
spleene
harbour'd
within
you
,
Life
and
my
first
borne
should
not
satisfie
Such
a
transgression
,
worthy
of
a
checke
,
But
that
Immortals
wincke
at
my
offence
,
Makes
me
presume
more
boldly
:
I
am
come
To
raise
you
from
this
so
infernall
sadnesse
.
Isab.
My
Lord
of
Cypres
,
doe
not
mocke
my
griefe
:
Teares
are
as
due
a
Tribute
to
the
dead
,
As
feare
to
God
,
and
duty
vnto
Kings
.
Loue
to
the
Iust
,
or
hate
vnto
the
Wicked
.
Rober.
Surcease
.
Beleeue
it
is
a
wrong
vnto
the
Gods
:
They
saile
against
the
winde
that
waile
the
dead
.
And
since
his
heart
hath
wrestled
with
deaths
pangs
,
From
whose
sterne
Caue
none
tracts
a
backward
path
.
Leaue
to
lament
this
necessary
change
,
And
thanke
the
Gods
,
for
they
can
giue
as
good
.
Isab.
I
waile
his
losse
!
Sinke
him
tenne
cubites
deeper
,
I
may
not
feare
his
resurrection
:
I
will
be
sworne
vpon
the
holy
Writ
I
morne
thus
feruent
cause
,
he
di'd
no
sooner
:
Hee
buried
me
aliue
,
And
mued
mee
vp
like
Cretan
Dedalus
,
And
with
wall-ey'd
Ielousie
kept
me
from
hope
Of
any
waxen
wings
to
flye
to
pleasure
.
But
now
his
soule
her
Argos
eyes
hath
clo'sd
,
And
I
am
free
as
ayre
.
You
of
my
sexe
,
In
the
first
flow
of
youth
vse
you
the
sweets
Due
to
your
proper
beauties
,
ere
the
ebbe
And
long
waine
of
vnwelcome
change
shall
come
.
Faire
women
play
:
she's
chaste
whom
none
will
haue
.
Here
is
a
man
of
a
most
milde
aspect
,
Temperate
,
effeminate
,
and
worthy
loue
,
One
that
with
burning
ardor
hath
pursued
me
:
A
donatiue
he
hath
of
euery
God
;
Apollo
gaue
him
lockes
,
Ioue
his
high
front
,
The
God
of
Eloquence
his
flowing
speech
,
The
feminine
Deities
strowed
all
their
bounties
And
beautie
on
his
face
:
that
eye
was
Iuno's
,
Those
lips
were
his
that
wonne
the
golden
Ball
,
That
virgin-blush
Diana's
:
here
they
meete
,
As
in
a
sacred
Synod
.
My
Lords
,
I
must
intreate
A
while
your
wisht
forbearance
.
Omnes
.
We
obey
you
Lady
.
Exit
Guido
and
Mizald
.
Ma.
Rob.
Is.
My
Lord
,
with
you
I
haue
some
conference
.
I
pray
my
Lord
,
doe
you
woo
euery
Lady
In
this
phrase
you
doe
me
?
Rob.
Fairest
,
till
now
,
Loue
was
an
Infant
in
my
Oratory
.
Isab.
And
kisse
thus
too
?
Rob.
I
nee'r
was
so
kist
,
leaue
thus
to
please
,
Flames
into
flames
,
seas
thou
pour'st
into
seas
.
Isab.
Pray
frowne
my
Lord
,
let
me
see
how
many
wiues
You'll
haue
.
Heigh-ho
,
you'll
bury
me
I
see
.
Rob.
In
the
Swans
downe
,
and
tombe
thee
in
mine
armes
.
Isab.
Then
folkes
shall
pray
in
vaine
to
send
me
rest
.
Away
,
you're
such
another
medling
Lord
.
Rob.
By
heauen
my
loue's
as
chaste
as
thou
art
faire
,
And
both
exceede
comparison
:
by
this
kisse
,
That
crownes
me
Monarch
of
another
world
Superiour
to
the
first
,
faire
,
thou
shalt
see
As
vnto
heauen
,
my
loue
so
vnto
thee
.
Isab.
Alas
poore
creatures
,
when
we
are
once
o'the
falling
hand
,
A
man
may
easily
come
ouer
vs
.
It
is
as
hard
for
vs
to
hide
our
loue
,
As
to
shut
sinne
from
the
Creators
eyes
.
I faith
my
Lord
,
I
had
a
Months
minde
vnto
you
,
As
tedious
as
a
full
rip'd
Maidenhead
.
And
Count
of
Cypres
,
thinke
my
loue
as
pure
,
As
the
first
opening
of
the
bloomes
in
May
;
Your
vertues
man
;
nay
,
let
me
not
blush
to
say
so
:
And
see
for
your
sake
thus
I
leaue
to
sorrow
.
Beginne
this
subtile
coniuration
with
mee
,
And
as
this
Taper
,
due
vnto
the
dead
,
I
here
extinguish
,
so
my
late
dead
Lord
I
put
out
euer
from
my
memory
,
That
his
remembrance
may
not
wrong
our
loue
.
Puts
out
the
Taper
.
As
bold-fac'd
women
when
they
wed
another
,
Banquet
their
husbands
with
their
dead
loues
heads
.
Rob.
And
as
I
sacrifice
this
to
his
Ghost
,
With
this
expire
all
corrupt
thoughts
of
youth
,
That
fame-insatiate
Diuell
Iealousie
,
And
all
the
sparkes
that
may
bring
vnto
flame
,
Hate
betwixt
man
and
wife
or
breed
defame
.
Enter
MIZALDVS
and
MENDOSA
.
Guid.
Marry
Amen
,
I
say
:
Madame
,
are
you
that
were
in
for
all
day
,
now
come
to
be
in
for
all
night
?
How
now
Count
Arsena
?
Miz.
Faith
Signior
not
vnlike
the
condemn'd
malefactor
,
That
heares
his
iudgement
openly
pronounc'd
;
But
I
ascribe
to
Fate
,
Ioy
swell
your
loue
,
Cypres
,
and
Willow
grace
my
drooping
crest
.
Rober.
We
doe
entend
our
Hymeneall
rights
With
the
next
rising
Sunne
.
Count
Cypres
,
Next
to
our
Bride
,
the
welcomst
to
our
feast
.
Count
.
Ars.
Saneta
Maria
,
what
thinkst
thou
of
this
change
?
A
Players
passion
Ile
beleeue
hereafter
,
And
in
a
Tragicke
Sceane
weepe
for
olde
Priam
,
When
fell
reuenging
Pirrhus
with
supposde
And
artificiall
wounds
mangles
his
breast
,
And
thinke
it
a
more
worthy
act
to
me
,
Then
trust
a
female
mourning
ore
her
loue
:
Naught
that
is
done
of
woman
shall
me
please
,
Natures
step-children
rather
her
desire
.
Miz.
Learne
of
a
well
composed
Epigram
,
A
womans
loue
,
and
thus
'twas
sung
vnto
vs
:
The
Tapers
that
stood
on
her
husbands
hearse
,
Isabell'
aduances
to
a
second
bed
:
Is
it
not
wondrous
strange
for
to
rehearse
Shee
should
so
soone
forget
her
husband
dead
;
One
houre
?
for
if
the
husbands
life
once
fade
,
Both
loue
and
husband
in
one
graue
are
laid
.
But
we
forget
our selues
,
I
am
for
the
marriage
Of
Signior
Claridiana
,
and
the
fine
Mris
Abigall
.
Count
.
Ars.
I
for
his
arch-foes
wedding
Signior
Rogero
,
and
the
spruce
Mris
Thais
:
but
see
,
the
solemne
rites
are
ended
,
and
from
their
seuerall
Temples
they
are
come
.
Mizal.
A
quarrell
on
my
life
.
Enter
at
one
doore
Signior
CLARIDIANA
,
ABIGAL
his
wife
,
the
Lady
LENTVLVS
with
Rosemary
as
from
Church
.
At
the
other
doore
Signior
ROGERO
and
THAIS
his
wife
,
MENDOSA
FOSCARII
,
Nephew
to
the
Duke
,
from
the
Bridall
,
they
see
one
another
,
and
draw
,
Count
Arsena
and
others
step
betweene
them
.
Clarid.
Good
my
Lord
detaine
me
not
,
I
will
tilt
at
him
.
Rogero
.
Remember
,
Sir
,
this
is
your
wedding
day
,
And
that
triumph
belongs
onely
to
your
wife
.
Rogero
.
If
you
be
noble
let
me
cut
off
his
head
.
Clarid.
Remember
o'the
other
side
,
you
haue
a
maiden-head
of
your
owne
to
cut
off
.
Rog.
Ile
make
my
marriage
day
like
to
the
bloudy
bridal
Alcides
by
the
fierie
Centaurs
had
.
Thais
.
Husband
,
deare
Husband
!
Rog.
Away
with
these
catterwallers
.
Come
on
sir
.
Clarid.
Thou
sonne
of
a
Iew
.
Guid.
Alas
poore
wench
,
thy
husband's
circumcis'd
.
Clarid.
Begot
when
thy
fathers
face
was
toward
th'East
,
To
shew
that
thou
would'st
proue
a
Caterpiller
:
His
Messias
shall
not
saue
thee
from
me
,
Ile
send
thee
to
him
in
collops
.
Arsen.
O
fry
not
in
choler
so
Sir
.
Roger.
Mountebancke
with
thy
Pedanticall
action
,
Rimatrix
,
Buglors
,
Rhimocers
.
Mend.
Gentlemen
,
I
coniure
you
By
the
vertues
of
men
.
Rog.
Shall
any
broken
Quacksaluers
Bastard
oppose
him
to
mee
in
my
Nuptials
?
No
,
but
Ile
shew
him
better
mettall
then
ere
the
Gallemawfrey
his
father
vsed
.
Thou
scumme
of
his
melting
pots
,
that
wert
christned
in
a
Crusoile
,
vvith
Mercuries
water
,
to
shew
thou
would'st
proue
a
stinging
Aspis
;
for
all
thou
spitst
is
Aqua
fortis
,
and
thy
breath
is
a
compound
of
poysons
stillatory
:
if
I
get
within
thee
,
hadst
thou
the
scaly
hyde
of
a
Crocodile
,
as
thou
art
partly
of
his
nature
,
I
would
leaue
thee
as
bare
as
an
Anatomy
at
the
second
veiwing
.
Clarid.
Thou
Iew
,
of
the
Tribe
of
Gad
,
that
sure
,
there
were
none
here
but
thou
and
I
,
would'st
teach
mee
the
Art
of
breathing
,
thou
wouldst
runne
like
a
Dromidarie
.
Clar.
Thou
that
art
the
tal'st
man
of
Christendome
;
when
thou
art
alone
,
if
thou
dost
maintaine
this
to
my
face
,
Ile
make
thee
skip
like
an
Ounce
.
Mend.
Nay
,
good
sir
,
be
you
still
.
Roger.
Let
the
Quacksaluers
sonne
be
still
:
His
father
was
still
,
and
still
,
and
still
againe
.
Clarid.
By
the
Almighty
Ile
study
Negromancy
but
Ile
be
reueng'd
.
Arsen.
Gentlemen
,
leaue
these
dissentions
,
Signior
Rogero
,
you
are
a
man
of
worth
.
Clarid.
True
,
all
the
Citie
points
at
him
for
a
Knaue
.
Arsen.
You
are
of
like
reputation
Signior
Claridiana
:
The
hatred
twixt
your
Grandsires
first
beganne
,
Impute
it
to
the
folly
of
that
age
.
These
your
dissentions
may
erect
a
faction
,
Like
to
the
Capulets
and
Montagues
.
Mend.
Put
it
to
equall
arbitration
,
choose
your
friends
,
The
Senators
will
thinke'em
happy
in't
.
Miz.
Ile
ne'er
embrace
the
smoake
of
a
Furnace
,
the
quintessence
of
minerall
or
simples
,
or
as
I
may
say
more
learnedly
,
nor
the
spirit
of
Quickesiluer
.
Clarid.
Nor
I
such
a
Centaure
,
halfe
a
man
,
halfe
an
Asse
,
and
all
a
Iew
.
Arsen.
Nay
,
then
wee
will
be
Constables
,
and
force
a
quiet
:
Exeunt
all
the
Men
.
Manet
Lent.
Thais
.
Abig.
and
Mend.
Gentlemen
,
keepe'em
asunder
,
and
helpe
to
perswade'em
.
Mend.
Well
Ladyes
,
your
Husbands
behave'em
as
lustily
on
their
wedding
dayes
,
as
ere
I
heard
any
.
Nay
Lady
widow
,
you
and
I
must
haue
a
falling
:
you're
of
Signior
Mizaldus
faction
,
and
I
am
your
vowed
enemie
,
from
the
bodkin
to
the
pincase
.
Harke
in
your
eare
.
Abigall
.
Well
Thais
,
O
you're
a
cunning
caruer
:
we
two
that
any
time
these
fourteene
yeeres
haue
called
sisters
,
brought
and
bred
vp
together
:
that
haue
tolde
one
another
all
our
wanton
dreames
,
talkt
all
night-long
of
youngmen
,
and
spent
many
an
idle
houre
,
fasted
vpon
the
stones
on
S.
Agnes
night
together
,
practised
all
the
petulant
amorousnesses
that
delights
young
Maides
,
yet
haue
you
conceal'd
not
onely
the
marriage
,
but
the
man
:
and
well
you
might
deceiue
mee
,
for
Ile
be
sworne
you
neuer
dream'd
of
him
,
and
it
stands
against
all
reason
you
should
enioy
him
you
neuer
dream'd
of
.
Thais
.
Is
not
all
this
the
same
in
you
?
Did
you
euer
manifest
your
Sweet-harts
nose
,
that
I
might
nose
him
by't
?
commended
his
calfe
,
or
his
neather-lip
?
apparant
signes
that
you
were
not
in
loue
or
wisely
couered
it
.
Haue
you
euer
said
,
such
a
man
goes
vpright
,
or
has
a
better
gate
then
any
of
the
rest
,
as
indeed
,
since
he
is
proued
a
Magnifico
,
I
thought
thou
wouldst
haue
put
it
into
my
hands
what ere
'thad
beene
.
Abig.
Well
wench
,
wee
haue
crosse
fates
:
our
Husbands
such
inueterate
foes
,
and
we
such
entire
friends
,
but
the
best
is
we
are
neighbours
,
and
our
backe
Arbors
may
afford
visitation
freely
:
prethee
let
vs
maintaine
our
familiaritie
still
whatsoeuer
thy
husband
doe
vnto
thee
,
as
I
am
afraid
he
will
crosse
it
i'the
nicke
.
Thais
.
Faith
,
you
little
one
,
If
I
please
him
in
one
thing
,
he
shall
please
mee
in
all
,
that's
certaine
.
Who
shall
I
haue
to
keepe
my
counsell
if
I
misse
thee
?
who
shall
teach
mee
to
vse
the
bridle
,
when
the
reynes
are
in
mine
owne
hand
?
what
to
long
for
?
when
to
take
Physicke
?
where
to
be
melancholy
?
why
,
we
two
are
one
anothers
grounds
,
without
which
would
be
no
Musicke
.
Abig.
Well
said
wench
,
and
the
Pricke-song
wee
vse
shall
be
our
husbands
.
Thais
.
I
will
long
for
Swines-flesh
o'the
first
childe
.
Abig.
Wilt'ou
little
Iew
?
And
I
to
kisse
thy
husband
Vpon
the
least
belly-ake
.
This
will
mad'em
.
Thais
.
I
kisse
thee
wench
for
that
,
and
with
it
confirme
our
friendship
.
Mend.
By
these
sweet
lips
Widow
.
Lady
Lent.
Good
my
Lord
learne
to
sweare
by
roate
:
Your
birth
and
fortune
makes
my
braine
suppose
,
That
like
a
man
heated
with
wines
and
lust
,
Shee
that
is
next
your
obiect
is
your
mate
,
Till
the
foule
water
haue
quencht
out
the
fire
.
You
the
Dukes
kinsman
,
tell
me
,
I
am
young
,
Faire
,
rich
,
and
vertuous
;
I
my selfe
will
flatter
My selfe
,
till
you
are
gone
,
that
are
more
faire
,
More
rich
,
more
vertuous
,
and
more
debonaire
:
All
which
are
ladders
to
an
higher
reach
:
Who
drinkes
a
puddle
that
may
taste
a
spring
?
Who
kisse
a
Subiect
that
may
hugge
a
King
?
Mend.
Yes
,
the
Cammell
alwayes
drinkes
in
puddle
water
,
And
as
for
huggings
reade
Antiquities
.
Faith
,
Madame
,
Ile
bord
thee
one
of
these
dayes
.
Lady
.
I
,
but
ne'er
bed
mee
my
Lord
:
my
vow
is
firme
Since
God
hath
called
mee
to
this
noble
state
,
Much
to
my
griefe
,
of
vertuous
Widow-hood
,
No
man
shall
euer
come
within
my
gates
.
Mend.
Wilt
thou
ram
vp
thy
porch-hold
?
O
widow
,
I
perceiue
You're
ignorant
of
the
Louers
legerdemane
.
There
is
a
fellow
that
by
Magicke
will
assist
To
murther
Princes
inuisible
,
I
can
command
his
spirit
.
Or
what
say
you
to
a
fine
scaling
Ladder
of
ropes
?
I
can
tell
you
,
I
am
a
mad
wag-halter
:
But
by
the
vertue
I
see
seated
in
you
,
And
by
the
worthy
fame
is
blazond
of
you
,
By
little
Cupid
,
that
is
mighty
nam'd
,
And
can
command
my
looser
follies
downe
,
I
loue
,
and
must
enioy
,
yet
with
such
limits
,
As
one
that
knowes
inforced
marriage
To
be
the
Furies
sister
.
Thinke
of
me
.
Amb.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Mend.
How
now
Lady
,
does
the
toy
take
you
,
as
they
say
?
Abig.
No
,
my
Lord
,
nor
doe
we
take
your
toy
,
as
they
say
.
This
is
a
childes
birth
,
that
must
not
be
deliuered
before
a
man
,
Though
your
Lordship
might
be
a
Mid-wife
for
your
chinne
.
Mend.
Some
bawdy
riddle
is't
not
?
you
long
til't
be
night
.
Thais
.
No
,
my
Lord
,
womens
longing
comes
after
their
marriage
night
.
Sister
,
see
you
be
constant
now
.
Abig.
Why
,
dost
thinke
Ile
make
my
Husband
a
Cuckold
?
O
here
they
come
.
Enter
at
seuerall
doores
Count
Ars.
with
CLARIDIANA
:
GVIDO
,
with
ROGERO
,
at
another
doore
,
MENDOSA
meetes
them
.
Mend.
Signior
Rogero
,
are
you
yet
qualified
?
Rogero
.
Yes
:
does
any
man
thinke
Ile
goe
like
a
sheepe
to
the
slaughter
?
Hands
off
my
Lord
,
your
Lordship
may
chance
come
vnder
my
hands
:
If
you
doe
,
I
shall
shew
my selfe
a
Citizen
,
and
reuenge
basely
.
Clarid.
I
thinke
if
I
were
receiuing
the
holy
Sacrament
His
sight
would
make
me
gnash
my
teeth
terribly
:
But
there's
the
beauty
without
parallel
,
To
Abigall
.
In
whom
the
Graces
and
the
Vertues
meete
:
In
her
aspect
milde
Honour
sits
and
smiles
:
And
who
lookes
there
,
were
it
the
sauage
Beare
,
But
would
deriue
new
nature
from
her
eyes
.
But
to
be
reconcil'd
simply
for
him
,
Were
mankinde
to
be
lost
againe
,
Ide
let
it
,
And
a
new
heape
of
stones
should
stocke
the
world
.
In
heauen
and
earth
this
power
beauty
hath
,
It
inflames
Temp'rance
,
and
temp'rates
Wrath
:
What ere
thou
art
,
mine
art
thou
wise
or
chaste
:
I
shall
set
hard
vpon
thy
marriage
vow
,
And
write
reuenge
high
in
thy
Husbands
brow
,
In
a
strange
Character
.
You
may
beginne
sir
.
Mend.
Signior
Claridiana
,
I
hope
Signior
Rogero
Thus
employed
me
about
a
good
office
,
'Twere
worthy
Ciceroes
tongue
,
a
famous
Oration
now
?
But
friendship
that
is
mutually
embraced
of
the
Gods
,
And
is
Ioues
Vsher
to
each
sacred
Sinod
,
Without
the
which
hee
could
not
raigne
in
heauen
,
That
over-goes
my
admiration
shall
not
vnder-goe
my
censure
.
These
hot
flames
of
rage
,
that
else
will
be
As
fire
midst
your
nuptiall
Iolitie
,
Burning
the
edge
off
from
the
present
Ioy
,
And
keepe
you
wake
to
terror
.
Clarid.
I
haue
not
yet
swallowed
the
Rhimatrix
nor
the
Onocentaure
,
the
Rimocheros
was
monstrous
.
Arsen.
Sir
,
be
you
of
the
more
flexible
nature
,
and
confesse
an
error
.
Clarid.
I
must
,
the
Gods
of
loue
command
,
And
that
bright
Starre
,
her
eye
,
that
guides
my
fate
.
Signior
Rogero
,
ioy
then
Signior
Rogero
.
Rog.
Signior
,
sir
,
O
Diuell
.
Thais
.
Good
Husband
shew
your selfe
a
temp'rate
man
,
Your
mother
was
a
woman
I
dare
sweare
;
No
Tyger
got
you
,
nor
no
Beare
was
riuall
In
your
conception
:
you
seeme
like
the
issue
The
Painters
limbe
leaping
from
Enuies
mouth
,
That
deuoures
all
hee
meetes
.
Rog.
Had
the
last
,
or
the
least
Syllable
Of
this
more
then
immortall
eloquence
,
Commenc'd
to
mee
when
rage
had
beene
so
high
Within
my
bloud
,
that
it
ore-topt
my
soule
,
Like
to
the
Lyon
when
he
heares
the
sound
Of
Dian's
Bowe-string
in
some
shady
wood
,
I
should
haue
coucht
my
lowly
limbe
on
earth
,
And
held
my
silence
a
proud
sacrifice
.
Clarid.
Slaue
,
I
will
fight
with
thee
at
any
oddes
,
Or
name
an
instrument
fit
for
destruction
,
That
ne'er
was
made
to
make
away
a
man
,
Ile
meete
thee
on
the
ridges
of
the
Alpes
,
Or
some
inhospitable
wildernesse
,
Starke
naked
,
at
push-of-pike
,
or
keene
Curt'laxe
,
At
Turkish
Sickle
,
Babilonian
Sawe
,
The
auncient
Hookes
of
great
Cadwalleder
,
Or
any
other
heathen
inuention
.
Thais
.
O
God
blesse
the
man
.
Lent.
Counsell
him
good
my
Lord
.
Mend.
Our
tongues
are
weary
,
and
he
desperate
,
He
does
refuse
to
heare
:
What
shall
we
doe
?
Clarid.
I
am
not
mad
,
I
can
heare
,
I
can
see
,
I
can
feele
,
But
a
wise
rage
in
man
,
wrongs
past
compare
,
Should
be
well
nourisht
as
his
vertues
are
:
Ide
haue
it
knowne
vnto
each
valiant
sp'rit
.
He
wrongs
no
man
that
to
himselfe
does
right
.
Catzo
I
ha'done
,
Signior
Rogero
,
I
ha'done
.
Arsen.
By
heauen
this
voluntary
reconsilation
made
Freely
,
and
of
it selfe
,
argues
vnfaign'd
And
vertuous
knot
of
loue
.
So
sirs
embrace
.
Rog.
Sir
,
by
the
conscience
of
a
Catholike
man
,
And
by
our
mother
Church
that
bindes
And
doth
attone
in
amitie
with
God
,
The
soules
of
men
,
that
they
with
men
be
one
,
I
tread
into
the
center
all
the
thoughts
Of
ill
in
mee
,
toward
you
,
and
memory
Of
what
from
you
might
ought
disparage
mee
,
Wishing
vnfaignedly
it
may
sincke
low
,
And
as
vntimely
births
want
power
to
grow
.
Mend.
Christianly
said
:
Signior
what
would
you
haue
more
?
Clar.
And
so
I
sweare
,
you're
honest
Onocentaure
.
Arsen.
Nay
see
now
,
fie
vpon
your
turbulent
spirit
,
Did
he
doo't
in
this
forme
?
Clar.
If
you
thinke
not
this
sufficient
,
you
shall
commaund
mee
to
be
reconcil'd
in
another
forme
,
as
a
Rhimatrix
or
a
Rimocheros
.
Mend.
S'blood
,
what
will
you
doe
?
Clar.
Well
,
giue
mee
your
hands
first
,
I
am
friends
with
you
i'faith
:
thereupon
I
embrace
you
,
kisse
your
Wife
,
and
God
giue
vs
ioy
.
To
Thais
.
Thais
.
You
meane
me
and
my
husband
.
Clar.
You
take
the
meaning
better
then
the
speech
,
Lady
.
Roger.
The
like
wish
I
,
but
ne'er
can
be
the
like
,
And
therefore
wish
I
thee
.
Clar.
By
this
bright
light
that
is
deriu'd
from
thee
.
Thais
.
So
sir
,
you
make
me
a
very
light
creature
.
Clar.
But
that
thou
art
a
blessed
Angell
,
sent
Downe
from
the
Gods
t'attone
mortall
men
,
I
would
haue
thought
deedes
beyond
all
mens
thoughts
,
And
executed
more
vpon
his
corps
:
Oh
let
him
thanke
the
beautie
of
this
eye
,
And
not
his
resolute
sword
or
destinie
.
Arsen.
What
saist
thou
Mizaldus
,
come
applaud
this
Iubile
,
A
day
these
hundred
yeeres
before
not
truely
knowne
,
To
these
diuided
factions
.
Clar.
No
nor
this
day
had
it
beene
falsely
borne
,
But
that
I
meane
to
sound
it
with
his
horne
.
Miz.
I
lik'd
the
former
iarre
better
:
then
they
shew'd
like
men
and
Souldiers
;
now
like
Cowards
and
Leachers
.
Arsen.
Well
said
Mizaldus
:
thou
art
like
the
Base
Violl
in
a
Consort
,
let
the
other
Instrument
wish
and
delight
in
your
highest
sense
,
thou
art
still
grumbling
.
Clar.
Nay
,
sweet
receiue
it
,
Giues
it
Abigall
.
And
in
it
my
heart
:
And
when
thou
read'st
a
mouing
syllable
Thinke
that
my
soule
was
Secretary
to't
.
It
is
your
loue
,
and
not
the
odious
wish
Of
my
reuenge
,
in
stiling
him
a
Cuckold
,
Makes
mee
presume
thus
farre
:
then
reade
it
faire
,
My
passion's
ample
as
your
beauties
are
.
Abig.
Well
sir
,
we
will
not
sticke
with
you
.
Arsena
.
And
Gentlemen
,
since
it
hath
hapt
so
fortunately
,
I
doe
entreat
wee
may
all
meete
to morrow
,
In
some
Heroick
Masque
,
to
grace
the
Nuptials
Of
the
most
noble
Countesse
of
Sweuia
.
Mend.
Who
does
the
young
Count
marry
?
Arsen.
O
sir
,
who
but
the
very
heire
of
all
her
sexe
,
That
beares
the
Palme
of
beautie
from'em
all
:
Others
compar'd
to
her
,
shew
like
faint
Starres
To
the
full
Moone
of
wonder
in
her
face
:
The
Lady
Isabella
,
the
late
Widow
To
the
deceast
and
noble
Vicount
Hermut
.
Mend.
Law
you
there
,
widow
,
there's
one
of
the
last
edition
,
Whose
Husband
yet
retaines
in
his
colde
truncke
Some
little
ayring
of
his
noble
guest
,
Yet
she
a
fresh
Bride
as
the
month
of
May
.
Lent.
Well
my
Lord
,
I
am
none
of
these
,
That
haue
my
second
Husband
bespoke
,
My
doore
shall
be
a
testimonie
of
it
.
And
but
these
noble
Marriages
encite
me
,
My
much
abstracted
presence
should
haue
shew'd
it
.
If
you
come
to
me
,
harke
in
your
eare
my
Lord
,
Looke
your
Ladder
of
ropes
be
strong
,
For
I
shall
tie
you
to
your
Tackling
.
Arsen.
Gentlemen
,
your
answere
to
the
Masque
.
Omnes
.
Your
Honour
leades
,
wee'll
follow
.
Rogero
.
Signior
Claridiana
.
Clarid.
I
attend
you
sir
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
Manet
Clarid.
Abigall
.
You'll
be
constant
.
Clar.
Aboue
the
Adamant
the
Goates
bloud
shall
not
breake
me
,
Yet
shallow
fooles
,
and
plainer
morall
men
,
That
vnderstand
not
vvhat
they
vndertake
,
Fall
in
their
owne
snares
,
or
come
short
of
vengeance
,
No
,
let
the
Sunne
view
vvith
an
open
face
,
And
afterward
shrinke
in
his
blushing
cheekes
,
Asham'd
,
and
cursing
of
the
fixt
decree
,
That
makes
his
light
bawd
to
the
crimes
of
men
,
When
I
haue
ended
what
I
now
deuise
.
Appolloes
Oracle
shall
sweare
me
vvise
,
Strumpet
his
wife
,
branch
my
false-seeming
friend
,
And
make
him
foster
what
my
hate
begot
,
A
bastard
,
that
when
age
and
sicknesse
seaze
him
,
Shall
be
a
cor'siue
to
his
griping
heart
:
Ile
write
to
her
,
for
what
her
modestie
Will
not
permit
,
nor
my
adulterate
forcing
,
That
blushlesse
Herauld
shall
not
feare
to
tell
:
Rogero
shall
know
yet
that
his
foe's
a
man
,
And
what
is
more
,
a
true
Italian
.
Exit
.
Finis
Actus
primi
.
Actus
secundi
Scaena
prima
.
Enter
ROBERTO
,
Lord
Cardinall
,
ISABELLA
,
Lady
LENTVLVS
,
ABIGAL
and
THAIS
.
Lights
.
Roberto
.
MY
graue
Lord
Cardinall
,
we
congratulate
,
And
zealously
doe
entertaine
your
loue
:
That
from
your
high
and
diuine
contemplation
,
You
haue
vouchsafde
to
consumate
a
day
Due
to
our
Nuptials
:
O
,
may
this
knot
you
knit
,
This
indiuiduall
Gordiant
graspe
of
hands
,
In
sight
of
God
so
fairely
entermixt
,
Neuer
be
seuer'd
,
as
heauen
smiles
at
it
,
By
all
the
Darts
shot
by
infernall
Ioue
,
Angels
of
grace
Amen
,
Amen
,
say
to't
.
Faire
Lady
Widow
,
and
my
worthy
Mistresse
,
Doe
you
keepe
silence
for
a
wager
?
Thais
.
Doe
you
aske
a
woman
that
question
my
Lord
,
When
shee
inforcedly
pursues
what
she's
forbidden
?
I
thinke
if
I
had
beene
tyed
to
silence
,
I
should
haue
beene
worthy
the
Cucking-stoole
ere
this
time
.
Rob.
You
shall
not
be
my
Orator
(
Lady
)
that
pleades
thus
for
your selfe
.
Ser.
My
Lord
,
the
Masquers
are
at
hand
.
Rob.
Giue
them
kinde
entertainment
.
Some
worthy
friends
of
mine
,
my
Lord
,
vnknowne
to
mee
,
too
lauish
of
their
loues
,
Bring
their
owne
welcome
in
a
solemne
Masque
.
Abigall
.
I
am
glad
there's
Noble-men
i'the
Masque
With
our
Husbands
to
ouer-rule
them
,
They
had
sham'd
vs
all
else
.
Thais
.
Why
?
for
why
,
I
pray
?
Ab.
Why
?
marry
they
had
come
in
with
some
Citie
shew
else
,
Hyred
a
few
Tinsell
coates
at
the
Vizard-makers
,
which
would
ha'made
them
looke
,
for
all
world
,
like
Bakers
in
their
linnen
bases
,
and
mealy
vizzards
,
new
come
from
bolting
.
I
saw
a
shew
once
at
the
Marriage
of
a
Magnificero's
daughter
,
presented
by
Time
:
which
Time
vvas
an
olde
bald
thing
;
a
seruant
,
'twas
the
best
man
;
hee
was
a
Dyer
,
and
came
in
likenesse
of
the
Raine-bow
in
all
manner
of
colours
,
to
shew
his
Art
,
but
the
Raine-bow
smelt
of
vrine
,
so
wee
were
all
afraid
the
property
was
chang'd
,
and
look'd
for
a
shower
.
Then
came
in
after
him
,
one
that
(
it
seem'd
)
fear'd
no
colours
,
a
Grocer
that
had
trim'd
vp
himselfe
handsomely
:
hee
vvas
Iustice
,
and
shew'd
reasons
why
.
And
I
thinke
this
Grocer
,
I
meane
this
Iustice
,
had
borrowed
a
weather-beaten
Ballance
from
some
Iustice
of
a
Conduit
,
both
vvhich
Scales
were
replenisht
vvith
the
choise
of
his
Ware
,
And
the
more
liberally
to
shew
his
nature
,
He
gaue
euery
woman
in
the
roome
her
handfull
.
Thais
.
O
great
act
of
Iustice
!
vvell
,
and
my
Husband
come
cleanly
off
with
this
,
hee
shall
ne'er
betray
his
weakenesse
more
,
but
confesse
himselfe
a
Citizen
hereafter
,
and
acknowledge
their
wit
,
for
alas
they
come
short
.
Enter
in
the
Masque
,
the
Count
of
Arsena
,
MENDOSA
,
CLARIDIANA
,
Torch-bearers
.
They
deliuer
the
shields
to
their
seuerall
Mistresses
,
that
is
to
say
.
MENDOSA
,
to
the
Lady
LENTVLVS
;
CLARIDIANA
,
to
ABIGAL
;
to
ISABELLA
,
GVIDO
Count
of
Arsena
;
to
THAIS
,
ROGERO
.
Isab.
Good
my
Lord
,
be
my
expositer
.
To
the
Cardinall
.
Card.
The
Sunne
setting
,
a
man
pointing
at
it
:
The
Motto
,
Senso
〈…〉
Calarem
:
Faire
Bride
,
some
seruant
of
yours
,
that
here
imitates
To
haue
felt
the
heate
of
Loue
bred
in
your
brightnesse
,
But
setting
thus
from
him
,
by
marriage
,
He
onely
here
acknowledgeth
your
power
,
And
must
expect
beames
of
a
morrow
Sunne
.
Lent.
Lord
Bridegroome
,
will
you
enterprete
me
?
Rober.
A
sable
Shield
:
the
word
,
Vidua
spes
.
What
the
forlorne
hope
,
in
blacke
,
despairing
?
Lady
Lentulus
,
is
this
the
badge
of
all
your
Sutors
?
Lent.
I
by
my
troth
my
Lord
,
if
they
come
to
me
.
Rob.
I
could
giue
it
another
interpretation
.
Me thinkes
this
Louer
has
learn'd
,
of
women
,
to
deale
by
contraries
:
if
so
,
then
here
he
sayes
,
the
Widow
is
his
onely
hope
.
Lent.
No
:
good
my
Lord
,
let
the
first
stand
.
Rober.
Inquire
of
him
,
and
heele
resolue
the
doubt
.
Abig.
What's
here
?
a
Ship
sailing
nigh
her
hauen
?
With
good
ware
belike
:
'tis
well
ballast
.
Thais
.
O
,
your
this
deuice
smels
of
the
Marchant
.
What's
your
ships
name
,
I
pray
?
The
forlorne
Hope
?
Abigall
.
No
:
The
Merchant
Royall
.
Thais
.
And
why
not
Aduenturer
?
Abig.
You
see
no
likelihood
of
that
:
would
it
not
faine
be
in
the
hauen
?
The
word
,
Vt
tangerem
Portum
.
Marry
,
for
ought
I
know
,
God
grant
it
.
What's
there
?
Thais
.
Mine's
an
Azure
shield
:
marry
what
else
;
I
should
tell
thee
more
then
I
vnderstand
;
but
the
vvord
is
,
Aut
precio
,
aut
precibus
.
Abigall
.
I
,
I
,
some
Common-counsell
deuice
.
They
take
the
women
,
and
dance
the
first
change
.
Mend.
Faire
widow
,
how
like
you
this
change
?
Lent.
I
chang'd
too
lately
to
like
any
.
Mend.
O
your
husband
!
you
weare
his
memory
like
a
Deaths-head
.
For
heauens
loue
thinke
of
mee
as
of
the
man
Whose
dancing
dayes
you
see
are
not
yet
done
.
Lent.
Yet
you
sinke
apace
sir
.
Mend.
The
fault's
in
my
Vpholsterer
,
Lady
.
Roger.
Thou
shalt
as
soone
finde
Truth
telling
a
lye
,
Vertue
a
Bawd
,
Honestie
a
Courtier
,
As
me
turn'd
recreant
to
thy
least
designe
:
Loue
makes
me
speake
,
and
hee
makes
loue
diuine
.
Thais
.
Would
Loue
could
make
you
so
:
but
t'is
his
guise
To
let
vs
surfet
ere
hee
ope
our
eyes
.
Abig.
You
graspe
my
hand
too
hard
ifaith
,
faire
sir
,
Holding
her
by
the
hand
.
Clar.
Not
as
you
graspe
my
hart
,
vnwilling
wanton
.
Were
but
my
breast
bare
and
Anatomized
,
Thou
shouldst
behold
there
how
thou
tortur'st
it
:
And
as
Appelles
limb'd
the
Queene
of
Loue
,
In
her
right
hand
grasping
a
heart
in
flames
,
So
may
I
thee
,
fairer
,
but
crueller
.
Abig.
Well
sir
,
your
vizor
giues
you
colour
for
what
you
say
.
Clar.
Grace
me
to
weare
this
fauour
,
'tis
a
Iemme
That
vailes
to
your
eyes
,
though
not
to
th'Eagles
,
And
in
exchange
giue
me
one
word
of
comfort
.
Abig.
I
marry
:
I
like
this
wooer
well
:
Hee'll
win's
pleasure
out
o'the
stones
.
The
second
change
.
Isabella
fals
in
loue
with
Rogero
when
the
changers
speak
.
Is.
Change
is
no
robbery
:
yet
in
this
change
Thou
rob'st
me
of
my
hart
,
sure
Cupid's
here
,
Disguis'd
like
a
pretty
Torch-bearer
,
And
makes
his
brand
a
Torch
,
that
with
more
sleight
He
may
intrap
weake
women
:
here
the
sparkes
Fly
as
in
Etna
from
his
Fathers
Anuile
.
O
powerfull
Boy
!
my
heart's
on
fire
,
and
vnto
mine
eyes
The
raging
flames
ascend
,
like
to
two
Beacons
,
Summoning
my
strongest
powers
,
but
all
too
late
,
The
Conquerour
already
opes
the
gate
.
I
will
not
aske
his
name
.
Abig.
You
dare
put
it
into
my
hands
.
Mend.
Zounds
,
doe
you
thinke
I
will
not
?
Abig.
Then
thus
,
to morrow
(
you'll
be
secret
,
seruant
.
)
Mend.
All
that
I
doe
,
Ile
doe
in
secret
.
Ab.
My
husband
goes
to
Mawrano
to
renew
the
Farme
he
has
.
Men.
Well
,
what
time
goes
the
Iakes-farmer
?
Abig.
He
shall
not
be
long
out
,
but
you
shall
put
in
,
I
warrant
you
.
Haue
a
care
that
you
stand
iust
i'the
nicke
about
sixe
a clocke
in
the
euening
;
my
Maide
shall
conduct
you
vp
,
to
saue
mine
honor
you
must
come
vp
darkling
,
and
to
auoid
suspition
.
Mend.
Zounds
,
hudwinck'd
,
and
if
you'll
open
all
sweet
Lady
.
Abig.
But
if
you
faile
to
doo't
.
Mend.
The
Sunne
shall
faile
the
day
first
.
Abig.
Tye
this
ring
fast
,
you
may
be
sure
to
know
.
You'll
brag
of
this
,
now
you
haue
brought
me
to
the
bay
.
Mend.
Poxe
o'this
Masque
:
would
'twere
done
,
I
might
To
my
Apothecaries
for
some
stirring
meates
.
Tha.
Me thinkes
sir
,
you
should
blush
e'en
through
your
vizor
,
I
haue
scarce
patience
to
dance
out
the
rest
.
Robert.
The
worse
my
fate
that
plowes
a
marble
quarry
:
Primaleon
yet
thy
Image
was
more
kinde
,
Although
thy
loue
not
halfe
so
true
as
mine
.
Dance
they
that
list
,
I
saile
against
the
winde
.
Thais
.
Nay
sir
,
betray
not
your
infirmities
,
You'll
make
my
Husband
iealous
by
and
by
;
We
will
thinke
of
you
,
and
that
presently
.
Guid.
The
Spheares
ne'er
danc'd
vnto
a
better
tune
.
Sound
Musicke
there
.
Isab.
'Twas
Musicke
that
he
spake
.
The
third
change
ended
,
Ladies
fall
off
.
Rob.
Gallants
I
thanke
you
,
and
Beginne
a
health
to
your
Mistresses
.
3.
or
4.
Faire
thankes
sir
Bridegroome
.
Isab.
He
speakes
not
to
this
pledge
,
has
he
no
Mistresse
?
Would
I
might
chose
one
for
him
:
but't
may
be
Rogero
dances
a
Laualto
,
or
a
Galliard
,
&
in
the
midst
of
it
,
falleth
into
the
Brides
lap
,
but
straight
leapes
vp
,
and
danceth
it
out
.
Hee
doth
adore
a
brighter
Starre
then
wee
.
Rob.
Sit
Ladies
sit
,
you
haue
had
standing
long
.
Men.
Blesse
the
man
:
sprit'ly
and
nobly
done
.
Thais
.
What
,
is
your
Ladiship
hurt
?
Isab.
O
no
,
an
easie
fall
.
Was
I
not
deepe
enough
,
thou
God
of
lust
,
But
I
must
further
wade
?
I
am
his
now
,
As
sure
as
Iuno's
Ioues
,
Hymen
take
flight
,
And
see
not
me
,
'tis
not
my
wedding
night
.
Exit
Isabella
.
Card.
The
Brides
departed
,
discontent
it
seemes
.
Rob.
Wee'll
after
her
.
Gallants
,
vnmasque
I
pray
,
And
taste
a
homely
banquet
we
entreate
.
Exit
Rob.
Card.
and
Lights
.
Clarid.
Candidi
Ernigos
I
beseech
thee
.
Men.
Come
Widow
,
Ile
be
bold
to
put
you
in
.
My
Lord
will
you
haue
a
sociate
?
Exit
Thais
.
Rog.
Good
gentlemen
if
I
haue
any
interest
in
you
,
Lent.
Abig.
Let
me
depart
vnknowne
,
'tis
a
disgrace
Of
an
eternall
memory
.
Mend.
What
the
fall
my
Lord
,
as
common
a
thing
as
can
be
,
the
stiffest
man
in
Italy
may
fall
betweene
a
womans
legs
.
Clar.
Would
I
had
chang'd
places
with
you
my
Lord
,
would
it
had
beene
my
hap
.
Rog.
What
Cuckold
laid
his
hornes
in
my
way
?
Signior
Claridiana
,
you
were
by
the
Lady
vvhen
I
fell
,
Doe
you
thinke
I
hurt
her
?
Clar.
You
could
not
her
,
my
Lord
,
betweene
the
legs
.
Rog.
What
vvas't
I
fell
vvithall
?
Mend.
A
crosse
point
my
Lord
.
Rog.
Crosse-point
indeede
:
vvell
if
you
loue
me
,
let
me
hence
vnknowne
,
The
silence
yours
,
the
disgrace
mine
owne
.
Ex.
Clar.
&
Mend.
Enter
ISABELLA
with
a
gilt
Goblet
and
meetes
ROGERO
.
Isab.
Sir
,
if
Wine
were
Nectar
Ile
beginne
a
health
,
To
her
that
were
most
gracious
in
your
eye
,
Yet
daigne
,
as
simply
'tis
the
gift
of
Bacchus
,
To
giue
her
pledge
that
drinkes
:
this
God
of
Wine
Cannot
inflame
me
more
to
appetite
,
Though
he
be
co-supreme
with
mightie
Loue
,
Then
thy
faire
shape
.
Rog.
Zounds
she
comes
to
deride
me
.
Isab.
That
kisse
shall
serue
To
be
a
pledge
although
my
lips
should
starue
.
No
tricke
to
get
that
vizor
from
his
face
?
Rog.
I
vvill
steale
hence
,
and
so
conceale
disgrace
.
Isab.
Sir
,
haue
you
left
nought
behinde
?
Rog.
Yes
,
Lady
but
the
Fates
will
not
permit
(
As
Iems
once
lost
are
seldome
or
neuer
found
)
I
should
conuay
it
vvith
me
.
Sweete
Good-night
.
Shee
bends
to
mee
:
there's
my
fall
againe
.
Exit
.
Isab.
He's
gone
,
that
lightning
that
a
vvhile
doth
strike
Our
eyes
with
amaz'd
brightnesse
,
and
on
a
sudden
Leaues
vs
in
prisoned
darknesse
.
Lust
thou
art
hie
,
My
smiles
may
well
come
from
the
Skye
.
Anna
,
Anna
.
Enter
ANNA
.
Anna
.
Madame
,
did
you
call
?
Isab.
Follow
yond
stranger
,
prethee
learne
his
name
:
Wee
may
hereafter
thanke
him
.
How
I
doate
?
Exit
Anna
.
Is
hee
not
a
God
That
can
command
what
other
men
would
winne
With
the
hard'st
aduantage
?
I
must
haue
him
,
Or
shadow-like
follow
his
fleeting
steps
.
Were
I
as
Daphne
,
and
he
followed
chase
,
Though
I
reiected
young
Appolloes
loue
,
And
like
a
Dreame
beguile
his
wandring
steps
,
Should
he
pursue
me
through
the
neighbouring
groue
,
Each
Cowslip
stalke
should
trip
a
willing
fall
,
Till
hee
were
mine
,
who
till
then
am
his
thrall
:
Nor
will
I
blush
,
since
worthy
is
my
chance
.
'Tis
said
that
Venus
with
a
Satyre
slept
,
And
how
much
short
came
she
of
my
faire
aime
?
Then
Queene
of
Loue
a
president
Ile
be
,
To
teach
faire
women
learne
to
loue
of
mee
.
Speake
Musicke
,
what's
his
name
.
Enter
ANNA
.
Anna
.
Madame
,
It
was
the
worthy
Count
Massino
.
Isab.
Blest
be
thy
tongue
:
the
worthy
Count
indeede
,
The
worthiest
of
the
Worthies
.
Trusty
Anna
,
Hast
thou
pack'd
vp
those
Monies
,
Plate
,
and
Iewels
I
gaue
direction
for
?
Anna
.
Yes
,
Madame
,
I
haue
trust
vp
them
,
that
many
A
proper
man
has
beene
trust
vp
for
.
Isab.
I
thanke
thee
,
take
the
wings
of
night
,
Beloued
Secretary
,
and
poste
with
them
to
Sweuia
,
There
furnish
vp
some
stately
Pallace
Worthy
to
entertaine
the
King
of
Loue
:
Prepare
it
for
my
comming
and
my
Loues
,
Ere
Phoebus
Steedes
once
more
vnharnest
be
,
Or
ere
he
sport
with
his
beloued
Thetis
,
The
siluer-footed
Goddesse
of
the
Sea
,
Wee
will
set
forward
.
Flye
like
the
Northern
winde
,
Or
swifter
,
Anna
,
fleete
like
to
my
minde
.
An.
I
am
iust
of
your
minde
Madame
,
I
am
gone
.
Exit
An.
Isab.
So
to
the
house
of
Death
the
mourner
goes
,
That
is
bereft
of
what
his
soule
desir'd
,
As
I
to
bed
,
I
to
my
nuptiall
bed
,
The
heauen
on
earth
:
so
to
thought
slaughters
went
The
pale
Andromeda
bedew'd
with
teares
,
When
euery
minute
she
expected
gripes
of
a
fell
monster
,
And
in
vaine
bewail'd
the
act
of
her
creation
.
Sullen
Night
that
look'st
with
suncke
eyes
on
my
nuptiall
bed
,
With
ne'er
a
Starre
that
smiles
vpon
the
end
,
Mend
thy
slacke
pace
,
and
lend
the
malecontent
,
The
hoping
louer
,
and
the
wishing
Bride
Beames
that
too
long
thou
shadowest
:
or
if
not
In
spight
of
thy
fixt
front
when
my
loath'd
Mate
Shall
struggle
in
due
pleasure
for
his
right
,
Ile
think't
my
loue
,
and
die
in
that
delight
.
Exit
.
Enter
at
seuerall
doores
ABIGAL
and
THAIS
.
Abig.
Thais
,
you're
an
earely
riser
.
I
haue
that
to
shew
will
make
your
hayre
stand
on-end
.
Thais
.
Well
Lady
,
and
I
haue
that
to
shew
you
will
bring
your
courage
downe
.
What
would
you
say
,
and
I
would
name
a
partie
saw
your
Husband
court
,
kisse
,
nay
almost
goe
through
for
the
hole
?
Abig.
How
,
how
,
what
would
I
say
?
nay
,
by
this
light
,
what
would
I
not
doe
?
If
euer
Amazon
fought
better
,
or
more
at
the
face
then
Ile
doe
,
let
me
neuer
be
thought
a
new
married
vvife
.
Come
vnmasque
her
:
'tis
some
admirable
creature
,
vvhose
beautie
you
neede
not
paint
.
I
warrant
you
,
'tis
done
to
your
hand
.
Thais
.
Would
any
vvoman
but
I
,
be
abused
to
her
face
?
Prethee
reade
the
contents
:
Know'st
thou
the
Character
?
Abig.
'Tis
my
Husbands
hand
,
and
a
Loue-Letter
:
But
for
the
contents
I
finde
none
in
it
.
Has
the
lustfull
monster
,
All
backe
and
belly-starv'd
me
thus
?
What
defect
does
he
see
in
mee
?
Ile
be
sworne
wench
,
I
am
of
as
pliant
and
yeelding
body
to
him
,
e'en
vvhich
way
hee
vvill
,
hee
may
turne
mee
as
hee
list
himselfe
.
What
?
and
dedicate
to
thee
:
I
marry
,
here's
a
stile
so
high
,
as
a
man
cannot
helpe
a
Dog
o'er
it
.
He
was
wont
to
write
to
me
in
the
Citie
phrase
,
My
good
Abigall
:
here's
Astonishment
of
nature
,
vnparaleld
excelency
,
and
most
vnequal
raritie
of
creation
:
Three
such
wordes
will
turne
any
honest
woman
in
the
world
whore
:
for
a
woman
is
neuer
wonne
till
shee
know
not
vvhat
to
answere
;
and
beshrew
me
if
I
vnderstand
any
of
these
:
you
are
the
partie
I
perceiue
,
and
here's
a
white
sheete
,
that
your
husband
has
promist
me
to
do
penance
in
:
you
must
not
thinke
to
dance
the
shaking
of
the
sheetes
alone
though
there
be
not
such
rare
phrases
in't
,
tis
more
to
the
matter
;
a
legible
hand
,
but
for
the
dash
,
or
the
(
hee
)
and
(
as
)
:
short
bawdy
Parenthesis
as
euer
you
saw
,
to
the
purpose
:
hee
has
not
left
out
a
pricke
I
warrant
you
,
wherein
he
has
promist
to
doe
me
any
good
,
but
the
Law's
in
mine
owne
hand
.
Thais
.
I
euer
thought
by
his
red
beard
hee
would
proue
a
Iudas
,
here
am
I
bought
and
solde
;
hee
makes
much
of
me
indeede
.
Well
wench
,
we
were
best
wisely
in
time
seeke
for
preuention
,
I
should
be
loath
to
take
drinke
and
die
on't
,
as
I
am
afraid
I
shall
that
hee
will
lye
with
thee
.
Abig.
To
be
short
sweete
hart
,
Ile
be
true
to
thee
,
though
a
lyer
to
my
Husband
:
I
haue
signed
your
Husbands
bill
like
a
Wood
cocke
as
hee
is
held
,
perswaded
him
(
since
nought
but
my
loue
can
asswage
his
violent
passions
)
hee
should
enioy
,
like
a
priuate
friend
,
the
pleasures
of
my
bed
:
I
tolde
him
my
Husband
was
to
goe
to
Mawrano
to day
,
to
renew
a
Farme
hee
has
,
and
in
the
meane
time
hee
might
be
tenant
at
will
,
to
vse
mine
:
this
false
fire
has
so
tooke
with
him
,
that
he's
rauisht
afore
hee
come
.
I
haue
had
stones
on
him
all
red
:
dost
know
this
:
Thais
.
I
,
too
vvell
,
it
blushes
for
his
Mr
.
Points
to
the
ring
.
Abigall
.
Now
my
Husband
will
be
hawking
about
thee
anon
,
And
thou
canst
meete
him
closely
.
Thais
.
By
my
faith
I
would
be
loath
in
the
darke
,
and
hee
knew
mee
.
Abig.
I
meane
thus
:
the
same
occasion
will
serue
him
too
,
they
are
birds
of
a
feather
,
and
vvill
flye
together
,
I
vvarrant
thee
wench
,
appoint
him
to
come
:
say
that
thy
Husband's
gone
for
Mawrano
,
and
tell
mee
anone
if
thou
mad'st
not
his
heart-bloud
spring
,
for
ioy
,
in
his
face
.
Thais
.
I
conceiue
you
not
all
this
while
.
Abig.
Then
th'art
a
barren
woman
,
and
no
meruaile
if
thy
Husband
loue
thee
not
:
the
houre
for
both
to
come
is
sixe
,
a
dark
time
fit
for
purblinde
louers
;
and
vvith
cleanly
conuayance
by
the
niglers
our
maids
,
they
shall
be
translated
into
our
Bed-chambers
.
Your
Husband
into
mine
,
and
mine
into
yours
.
Thais
.
But
you
meane
they
shall
come
in
at
the
backe-dores
.
Abig.
Who
,
our
Husbands
?
nay
,
and
they
come
not
in
at
the
fore-dores
,
there
will
be
no
pleasure
in't
.
But
we
two
will
climbe
ouer
our
garden-Pales
,
and
come
in
that
vvay
,
(
the
chastest
that
are
in
Venice
vvill
stray
for
a
good
turne
)
and
thus
vvittily
vvill
wee
be
bestowed
,
you
into
my
house
to
your
husband
,
and
I
into
your
house
to
my
husband
,
and
I
vvarrant
thee
before
a
month
come
to
an
end
,
they'll
cracke
louder
of
this
nights-lodging
,
then
the
Bed-steads
.
Thais
.
All
is
if
our
Maids
keepe
secret
.
Abig.
Mine
is
a
Maid
Ile
besworne
,
shee
has
kept
her
secrets
hitherto
.
Thais
.
Troath
,
and
I
neuer
had
any
Sea-captaine
borded
in
my
house
.
Abig.
Goe
to
then
:
and
the
better
to
auoid
suspition
,
Thus
wee
must
insist
,
they
must
come
vp
darkling
,
recreate
themselues
with
their
delight
an
houre
or
two
,
and
after
a
million
of
kisses
,
or
so
.
Thais
.
But
is
my
husband
content
to
come
darkling
?
Abig.
What
not
to
saue
mine
honour
?
hee
that
vvill
runne
through
fire
,
as
hee
has
profest
,
will
by
the
heate
of
his
loue
,
grope
in
the
darke
.
I
warrant
him
he
shall
saue
mine
honour
.
Thais
.
I
am
afraid
my
voyce
vvill
discouer
mee
.
Abig.
Why
then
,
you're
best
say
nothing
,
and
take
it
thus
quietly
when
your
husband
comes
.
Thais
.
I
,
but
you
know
a
vvoman
cannot
chuse
but
speake
in
these
cases
.
Abig.
Bite
in
your
neather-lip
,
and
I
vvarrant
you
,
Or
make
as
if
you
were
vvhiffing
Tobacco
;
Or
puich
like
me
.
Gods-so
,
I
heare
thy
Husband
.
Exit
.
Thais
.
Farewell
vvise-woman
.
Enter
MIZALDVS
.
Mizal.
Now
gins
my
vengeance
mount
high
in
my
lust
:
'Tis
a
rare
creature
,
shee'll
do't
i'faith
;
And
I
am
arm'd
at
all
points
,
A
rare
whiblin
,
To
be
reueng'd
,
and
yet
gaine
pleasure
in't
,
One
height
aboue
reuenge
:
yet
vvhat
a
slaue
am
I
,
Are
there
not
younger
Brothers
enough
,
but
vve
must
Branch
one
another
?
oh
but
mine's
reuenge
,
And
who
on
that
does
dreame
Must
be
a
Tyrant
euer
in
extreame
.
O
my
Wife
Thais
get
my
Breakefast
ready
,
I
must
into
the
Country
to
a
Farme
I
haue
Some
two
miles
off
,
and
,
as
I
thinke
,
Shall
not
come
home
to night
.
Iaques
,
Iaques
,
Get
my
Vessell
ready
to
row
me
downe
the
Riuer
.
Prethee
make
haste
Sweet
girle
.
Exit
Mizal
.
Thais
.
So
,
there's
one
foole
shipt
away
:
are
your
crosse-points
discouer'd
?
Get
your
Breake-fast
ready
!
By
this
light
Ile
tie
you
to
hard
fare
:
I
haue
beene
too
sparing
of
that
you
prodigally
offer
Voluntary
to
another
:
well
you
shall
be
a
tame
foole
hereafter
.
The
finest
light
is
when
vve
first
defraud
;
Husband
to night
'tis
I
must
lie
abroad
.
Exit
.
Enter
ISABELLA
and
a
Page
with
a
Letter
.
Isab.
Here
,
take
this
Letter
,
beare
it
to
the
Count
:
But
Boy
,
first
tell
me
;
think'st
thou
I
am
in
loue
?
Page
.
Madame
,
I
cannot
tell
.
Isab.
Canst
thou
not
tell
?
Dost
thou
not
see
my
face
?
Is
not
the
face
the
Index
of
the
minde
?
And
canst
thou
not
destinguish
Loue
by
that
?
Page
.
No
Madame
.
Isab.
Then
take
this
Letter
and
deliuer
it
Vnto
the
worthy
Count
.
No
,
fie
vpon
him
,
Come
backe
againe
:
tell
me
,
why
shouldst
thou
thinke
That
same's
a
Loue-letter
?
Page
.
I
doe
not
thinke
so
Madame
.
Isab.
I
know
thou
dost
:
for
thou
dost
euer
vse
To
hold
the
wrong
opinion
.
Tell
me
true
,
Dost
thou
not
thinke
that
Letter
is
of
Loue
?
Page
.
If
you
vvould
haue
me
thinke
so
Madame
,
yes
.
Isab.
What
dost
thou
thinke
thy
Lady
is
so
fond
?
Giue
me
the
Letter
,
thy selfe
shall
see
it
.
Yet
I
should
teare
it
in
the
breaking
ope
,
And
make
him
lay
a
wrongfull
charge
on
thee
;
And
say
thou
brok'st
it
open
by
the
vvay
;
And
saw
vvhat
haynous
things
I
charge
him
vvith
:
But
'tis
all
one
,
the
Letter
is
not
of
loue
,
Therefore
deliuer
it
vnto
himselfe
,
And
tell
him
hee's
deceiu'd
,
I
doe
not
loue
him
.
But
if
he
thinke
so
bid
him
come
to
me
,
And
Ile
confute
him
straight
;
Ile
shew
him
reasons
,
Ile
shew
him
plainely
why
I
cannot
loue
him
.
And
if
he
hap
to
reade
it
in
thy
hearing
,
Or
chance
to
tell
thee
that
the
vvordes
vvere
sweet
,
Doe
not
thou
then
disclose
my
lewde
entent
,
Vnder
those
Syren
vvordes
,
and
how
I
meane
To
vse
him
vvhen
I
haue
him
at
my
vvill
:
For
then
thou
wilt
destroy
the
plot
that's
laid
,
And
make
him
feare
to
yeeld
vvhen
I
doe
vvish
Onely
to
haue
him
yeeld
;
for
vvhen
I
haue
him
,
None
but
my selfe
shall
know
how
I
vvill
vse
him
.
Be
gone
,
why
stayest
thou
?
yet
returne
againe
.
Page
.
I
Madame
.
Isab.
Why
dost
thou
come
againe
?
I
bad
thee
goe
.
If
I
say
,
Goe
,
neuer
returne
againe
.
Exit
Page
.
My
bloud
,
like
to
a
troubled
Ocean
,
Cuff'd
vvith
the
Windes
,
incertaine
where
to
rest
,
Buts
at
the
vtmost
share
of
euery
limbe
.
My
Husband's
not
the
man
I
vvould
haue
had
:
O
my
new
thoughts
to
this
braue
sprightly
Lord
,
Was
fixt
to
that
hid
fire
Louers
feele
:
Where
vvas
my
minde
before
,
that
refin'd
iudgement
,
That
represents
rare
obiects
to
our
passions
?
Or
did
my
lust
beguile
me
of
my
sence
?
Making
me
feast
vpon
such
dangerous
cates
,
For
present
want
,
that
needes
must
breede
a
surfeit
:
How
was
I
shipwrackt
?
yet
Isabella
thinke
Thy
Husband
is
a
noble
Gentleman
,
young
,
wise
,
And
rich
:
thinke
what
Fate
followes
thee
,
And
nought
but
lust
doth
blinde
thy
worthy
loue
:
I
will
desist
.
O
no
,
it
may
not
be
.
Euen
as
a
head-strong
Courser
beares
away
His
Rider
,
vainely
striuing
him
to
stay
.
Or
as
a
sodaine
gale
thrusts
into
Sea
The
Haven-touching
Barke
,
now
neare
the
lea
:
So
wauering
Cupid
brings
me
backe
againe
,
And
purple
Loue
resumes
his
Darts
againe
:
Here
of
themselues
,
thy
shafts
come
as
if
shot
:
Better
then
I
thy
quiuer
knowes
'em
not
Enter
Count
Arsena
,
and
a
Page
.
Page
.
Madame
:
the
Count
.
Rog.
So
fell
the
Troian
wanderer
on
the
Greeke
,
And
bore
away
his
rauisht
prize
to
Troy
:
For
such
a
beautie
,
brighter
then
his
Dana
.
Ioue
should
(
me thinkes
)
now
come
himselfe
againe
:
Louely
Isabella
,
I
confesse
me
mortall
:
Not
worthy
to
serue
thee
in
thought
,
I
sweare
,
Yet
shall
not
this
same
ouer-flow
of
fauour
Diminish
my
vow'd
dutie
to
your
beauty
.
Isab.
Your
loue
,
my
Lord
,
I
blushingly
proclaime
it
,
Hath
power
to
draw
me
through
a
wildernesse
,
Wer't
arm'd
with
Furies
,
as
with
furious
Beasts
.
Boy
,
bid
our
Traine
be
ready
,
wee'll
to
horse
.
Ex.
Page
.
My
Lord
,
I
should
say
something
,
but
I
blush
,
Courting
is
not
befitting
to
our
sexe
.
Rog.
Ile
teach
you
how
to
woo
,
Say
you
haue
lou'd
me
long
,
And
tell
me
that
a
womans
feeble
tongue
Was
neuer
tuned
vnto
a
wooing-string
;
Yet
for
my
sake
you
will
forget
your
sexe
,
And
court
my
Loue
with
strain'd
Immodestie
,
Then
bid
me
make
you
happy
with
a
kisse
.
Is.
Sir
,
though
women
doe
not
woo
,
yet
for
your
sake
,
I
am
content
to
leaue
that
ciuill
custome
,
And
pray
you
kisse
mee
.
Rog.
Now
vse
some
vnexpect
vmbages
,
To
draw
me
further
into
Vulcanes
Net
.
Isab.
You
loue
not
mee
so
well
as
I
loue
you
.
Rog.
Faire
Lady
,
but
I
doe
.
Isab.
Then
shew
your
loue
.
Rog.
Why
in
this
kisse
I
shew't
,
and
in
my
vowed
seruice
,
This
wooing
shall
suffice
,
'tis
easier
farre
To
make
the
current
of
a
siluer-brooke
Conuert
his
flowing
backeward
to
his
Spring
,
Then
turne
a
woman
wooer
.
There's
no
cause
Can
turne
the
setled
course
of
Natures
Lawes
.
Isab.
My
Lord
,
will
you
pursue
the
plot
?
Rog.
The
Letter
giues
direction
here
for
Pauie
.
To
horse
,
to
horse
:
thus
once
Eridace
,
With
lookes
regardiant
,
did
the
Thracian
gaze
,
And
lost
his
gift
,
while
he
desir'd
the
sight
.
But
wiser
I
,
lead
by
more
powerfull
charme
;
Ide
see
the
world
winne
thee
from
out
mine
arme
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
at
seuerall
doores
,
CLARIDIANA
and
GVIDO
.
Gui.
Zounds
,
is
the
Huritano
comming
?
Claridiana
what's
the
A
trampling
of
Horses
heard
.
matter
?
Clar.
The
Countesse
of
Sweuia
has
new
taken
horse
.
Flye
Phoebus
,
flye
,
the
houre
is
sixe
a clocke
.
Guid.
Whither
is
shee
going
Signior
?
Clarid.
Euen
as
Ioue
went
to
meete
his
simile
.
To
the
Diuell
I
thinke
.
Guido
.
You
know
not
wherefore
?
Clar.
To
say
sooth
I
doe
not
.
So
in
immortall
wise
shall
I
ariue
.
Guid.
At
the
Gallowes
.
What
in
a
passion
Signior
?
Clarid.
Zounds
,
doe
not
hold
me
sir
:
Beautious
Thais
,
I
am
all
thine
wholy
.
The
staffe
is
now
aduancing
for
the
Rest
,
And
when
I
tilt
,
Mizaldus
aware
thy
Crest
.
Exit
.
Enter
ROBERTO
,
in
his
Night-gowne
,
and
Cap
,
with
Seruants
,
hee
kneeles
downe
.
Guid.
What's
here
?
the
capring
Cods-head
tilting
in
the
aire
?
Rob.
The
Gods
send
her
no
Horse
,
a
poore
olde
age
.
Eternall
woe
,
and
sicknesse
lasting
rage
.
Guid.
My
Lord
,
you
may
yet
o'er-take'em
.
Rob.
Furies
supply
that
place
,
for
I
will
not
:
no
,
Shee
that
can
forsake
mee
when
pleasure's
in
the
full
,
Fresh
and
vntir'd
,
what
would
she
on
the
least
barren
coldnes
?
I
warrant
you
she
has
already
got
Her
Brauoes
,
and
her
Ruffians
:
the
meanest
whore
Will
haue
one
buckler
,
but
your
great
ones
more
.
The
shores
of
Sicilie
retaines
not
such
a
Monster
,
Though
to
Galley-slaves
they
daily
prostitute
.
To
let
the
Nuptiall
Tapers
giue
light
to
her
new
lust
,
Who
would
haue
thought
it
?
Shee
that
could
no
more
forsake
my
company
,
Then
can
the
day
forsake
the
glorious
presence
of
the
Sunne
.
When
I
was
absent
,
then
her
galled
eyes
Would
haue
shed
Aprill
showers
,
and
out-wept
The
clouds
in
that
same
o'er-passionate
moode
:
When
they
drown'd
all
the
world
,
yet
now
forsakes
me
:
Women
your
eyes
shed
glances
like
the
Sunne
:
Now
shines
your
brightnesse
,
now
your
light
is
done
.
On
the
sweetest
Flowers
you
shine
,
'tis
but
by
chance
,
And
on
the
basest
Weede
you'll
waste
a
glance
.
Your
beames
once
lost
can
neuer
more
be
found
:
Vnlesse
we
waite
vntill
your
course
runne
round
,
(
And
take
you
at
fist
hand
.
)
Since
I
cannot
Enioy
the
noble
title
of
a
man
,
But
after-ages
,
as
our
vertues
are
Buryed
whilst
we
are
liuing
,
will
sound
out
My
infamie
,
and
her
degenerate
shame
;
Yet
in
my
life
Ile
smother't
if
I
may
,
And
,
like
a
dead
man
,
to
the
world
bequeath
These
houses
of
vanitie
,
Mils
,
and
Lands
.
Take
what
you
will
,
I
will
not
keepe
among
you
Seruants
,
And
welcome
some
religious
Monasterie
,
A
true
sworne
Beads-man
Ile
hereafter
be
,
And
wake
the
morning
cocke
with
holy
prayers
.
Ser.
Good
my
Lord
:
noble
Master
.
Rob.
Disswade
me
not
,
my
will
shall
be
my
King
;
I
thanke
thee
Wife
,
a
faire
change
thou
hast
giuen
,
I
leaue
thy
lust
to
woo
the
Loue
of
Heauen
.
Exit
cum
seruis
.
Guid.
This
is
conuersion
,
is't
not
?
as
good
as
might
haue
beene
,
He
turnes
religious
vpon
his
Wiues
turning
Curtezan
.
This
is
iust
like
some
of
our
gallant
Prodigals
,
When
they
haue
consum'd
their
Patrimonies
wrongfully
,
They
turne
Capuchins
for
deuotion
,
Exit
.
Finis
Actus
secundi
.
Actus
tertij
Scaena
prima
.
CLARIDIANA
,
and
ROGERO
being
in
a
readinesse
,
are
receiued
in
at
one
anothers
houses
by
their
Maids
.
Then
Enter
MENDOSA
,
with
a
Page
,
to
the
Lady
LENTVLVS
Window
.
Mendosa
.
NIght
like
a
solemne
Mourner
frownes
on
earth
,
Enuying
that
Day
should
force
her
doffe
her
roabes
,
Or
Phoebus
chase
away
her
Melancholy
.
Heauens
eyes
looke
faintly
through
her
sable
masque
,
And
siluer
Cinthia
hyes
her
in
her
Sphaere
,
Scorning
to
grace
blacke
nights
solemnitie
.
Be
vnpropitious
Night
to
villaine
thoughts
,
But
let
thy
Diamonds
shine
on
vertuous
loue
:
This
is
the
lower
house
of
high-built
heauen
,
Where
my
chaste
Phaebe
sits
,
inthron'd
'mong
thoughts
So
purely
good
,
brings
her
to
heauen
on
earth
.
Such
power
hath
soules
in
contemplation
.
Sing
boy
(
though
night
yet
)
like
the
mornings
Larke
:
Musicke
playes
.
A
soule
that's
cleare
is
light
,
though
heauen
be
darke
.
The
Lady
LENTVLVS
,
at
her
window
.
Lent.
Who
speakes
in
Musicke
to
vs
?
Mend.
Sweet
,
'tis
I
.
Boy
,
leaue
me
,
and
to
bed
.
Exit
Page
.
Lent.
I
thanke
you
for
your
Musicke
:
now
good-night
.
Men.
Leaue
not
the
World
yet
,
Queene
of
Chastitie
,
Keepe
promise
with
thy
Loue
Endimion
,
And
let
mee
meete
thee
there
on
Latmus
top
.
'Tis
I
whose
vertuous
hopes
are
firmely
fixt
On
the
fruition
of
thy
chaste
vow'd
loue
.
Lent.
My
Lord
,
your
honor
made
me
promise
your
ascent
into
my
house
,
since
my
vow
barr'd
my
doores
,
By
some
wits
engine
,
made
for
theft
and
lust
:
Yet
for
your
Honour
,
and
my
humble
fame
,
Checke
your
blouds
passions
,
and
returne
deare
Lord
:
Suspition
is
a
Dogge
that
still
doth
bite
.
Without
a
cause
,
this
act
giues
foode
to
Enuy
;
Swolne
big
,
it
bursts
,
and
poysons
our
cleare
flames
.
Men.
Enuy
is
stinglesse
when
she
lookes
on
thee
.
Lent.
Enuy
is
blinde
,
my
Lord
,
and
cannot
see
.
Men.
If
you
breake
promise
,
faire
,
you
breake
my
hart
.
Lent.
Then
come
.
Yet
stay
.
Ascend
.
Yet
let
vs
part
.
I
feare
,
yet
know
not
what
I
feare
:
Your
Loue's
precious
,
yet
mine
Honor's
deare
.
Mend.
If
I
doe
staine
thy
Honor
with
foule
lust
,
May
Thunder
strike
me
,
to
shew
Ioue
is
iust
.
Lent.
Then
come
my
Lord
,
on
earth
your
vow
is
giuen
.
This
aide
Ile
lend
you
.
He
throwes
vp
a
ladder
of
cords
,
which
she
makes
fast
to
some
part
of
the
window
,
he
asends
,
and
at
top
fals
.
M.
Thus
I
mount
my
heauen
.
Receiue
me
sweete
.
Lent.
O
me
vnhappy
wretch
.
How
fares
your
Honour
?
speake
Fate-crost
Lord
.
If
life
retaine
his
seate
within
you
,
speake
;
Else
like
that
Sestian
Dame
,
that
saw
her
Loue
,
Cast
by
the
frowning
billowes
,
on
the
sands
,
And
leane
death
swolne
big
with
the
Hellespont
,
In
bleake
Leanders
body
,
like
his
Loue
,
Come
I
to
thee
,
one
graue
shall
serue
vs
both
.
Mend.
Stay
miracle
of
women
,
yet
I
breathe
,
Though
death
be
enter'd
in
this
Tower
of
flesh
,
Hee
is
not
conquerour
,
my
heart
stands
out
,
And
yeelds
to
thee
,
scorning
his
tyranny
.
Lent.
My
doores
are
vow'd
shut
,
and
I
cannot
helpe
you
.
Your
wounds
are
mortall
,
wounded
is
mine
Honour
,
If
there
the
Towne-guard
finde
you
.
Vnhappy
Dame
,
Reliefe
is
periur'd
,
my
vow
kept
,
shame
.
What
hellish
Destinie
did
twist
my
fate
?
Mend.
Rest
ceaze
thine
eye-lids
;
be
not
passionate
:
Sweet
sleepe
secure
,
Ile
remoue
my selfe
.
That
Viper
Enuy
shall
not
spot
thy
fame
:
Ile
take
that
poyson
with
me
,
my
soules
rest
,
For
like
a
Serpent
,
Ile
creepe
on
my
breast
.
Lent.
Thou
more
then
man
,
loue-wounded
:
ioy
and
griefe
fight
in
my
bloud
.
Thy
wounds
and
constancie
Are
both
so
strong
none
can
haue
victory
.
Mend.
Darken
the
world
,
earths-Queene
,
get
thee
to
bed
;
The
earth
is
light
while
those
two
Starres
are
spread
:
Their
splendor
will
betray
me
to
mens
eyes
.
Vaile
thy
bright
face
:
for
if
thou
longer
stay
,
Phoebus
will
rise
to
thee
,
and
make
night
day
.
Lent.
To
part
and
leaue
you
hurt
my
soule
doth
feare
.
Mend.
To
part
from
hence
I
cannot
,
you
being
there
.
Lent.
Wee'll
moue
together
,
then
Fate
Loue
controules
,
And
as
we
part
so
bodies
part
from
soules
.
Mend.
Mine
is
the
earth
,
thine
the
refined
fire
:
I
am
mortall
,
thou
diuine
,
then
soule
mount
higher
.
Lent.
Why
then
take
comfort
sweet
,
Ile
see'ou
to morrow
.
Exit
.
Men.
My
wounds
are
nothing
,
thy
losse
breedes
my
sorrow
.
See
now
'tis
darke
.
Support
your
Master
,
legges
,
a
little
further
:
Faint
not
bolde
heart
with
anguish
of
my
wound
:
Try
further
yet
,
can
bloud
weigh
downe
my
soule
?
Desire
is
vaine
without
abilitie
.
He
staggars
on
,
and
then
fals
downe
.
Thus
fals
a
Monarch
,
if
Fate
push
at
him
.
Enter
a
Captaine
and
the
Watch
.
Capt.
Come
on
my
hearts
,
we
are
the
Cities
securitie
,
Ile
giue
you
your
charge
,
and
then
like
Courtiers
euery
man
spye
out
:
let
no
man
in
my
company
be
afraid
to
speake
to
a
Cloake
lined
with
Veluet
,
nor
tremble
at
the
sound
of
a
gingling
Spurre
.
1
Watch.
May
I
neuer
be
counted
a
cock
of
the
game
,
if
I
feare
Spurres
:
but
be
gelded
like
a
Capon
for
the
preseruing
of
my
voyce
.
Cap.
Ile
haue
none
of
my
Band
refraine
to
search
a
veneriall
house
,
though
his
Wifes
sister
be
a
lodger
there
:
nor
take
two
shillings
of
the
Bawd
to
saue
the
Gentlemens
credits
that
are
aloft
:
and
so
like
voluntary
Pandars
leaue
them
,
to
the
shame
of
all
Halbardiers
.
2.
Nay
,
for
the
Wenches
,
wee'll
tickle
them
,
that's
flat
.
Cap.
If
you
meete
a
Sheuoiliero
,
that's
in
the
grosse
phrase
,
a
Knight
,
that
swaggers
in
the
streete
,
and
being
taken
,
has
no
money
in
his
Purse
to
pay
for
his
fees
;
it
shall
be
a
part
of
your
duty
to
entreate
me
to
let
him
goe
.
1.
O
meruailous
his
there
such
Sheuoiliers
?
2.
Some
200.
that's
the
least
,
that
are
reueal'd
.
Mend.
groues
.
Cap.
What
groane
is
that
?
bring
a
light
.
Who
lyes
there
?
It
is
the
Lord
Mendosa
,
kinsman
to
our
Duke
.
Speake
good
my
Lord
,
relate
your
dire
mischance
:
Life
like
a
fearefull
seruant
flyes
his
Master
,
Art
must
attone
them
,
or'th'
whole
man
is
lost
.
Conuay
him
to
a
Surgeons
,
then
returne
:
No
place
shall
be
vnsearch'd
vntill
we
finde
The
truth
of
this
mischance
.
Make
haste
againe
.
Exit
the
Watch
.
Manet
Captain
.
Whose
house
is
this
stands
open
?
in
,
and
search
.
What
guests
that
house
containes
,
and
bring
them
forth
.
This
Noble-mans
misfortune
stirs
my
quiet
,
And
fils
my
soule
with
fearefull
fantasies
.
But
Ile
vnwinde
this
Labyrinth
of
doubt
,
Else
industry
shall
lose
part
of
it selfes
labour
.
Enter
the
Watch
,
with
Claridiana
and
Rogero
taken
in
one
anothers
houses
,
in
their
shirts
and
night-gownes
,
they
see
one
another
.
Who
haue
we
there
?
Signiors
cannot
you
tell
vs
How
our
Princes
kinsman
came
wounded
to
the
death
Nigh
to
your
houses
.
Rog.
Hey-day
;
crosse-ruffe
at
midnight
.
Is't
Christmas
?
You
goe
a
gaming
to
your
neighbours
house
.
Clar.
Dost
make
a
Mummer
of
me
Oxe-head
?
Cap.
Make
answere
Gentlemen
,
it
doth
concerne
you
.
Rog.
Oxe-head
will
beare
an
action
;
Ile
ha'the
Law
;
Ile
not
be
yoakt
.
Beare
vvitnesse
Gentlemen
,
he
cals
me
Oxe-head
.
Cap.
Doe
you
heare
sir
?
Clarid.
Very
well
,
very
well
,
take
Law
and
hang
thy selfe
,
I
care
not
.
Had
she
no
other
but
that
good
face
to
doate
vpon
?
Ide
rather
she
had
dealt
vvith
a
dangerous
French-man
,
then
with
such
a
Pagan
.
Cap.
Are
you
mad
?
answere
my
demaund
.
Rog.
I
am
as
good
a
Christian
as
thy selfe
,
Though
my
Wife
haue
now
new
christned
mee
.
Cap.
Are
you
deafe
,
you
make
no
answere
?
Clar.
Would
I
had
had
the
circumcising
of
thee
Iew
,
Ide
ha'
Cut
short
your
Cuckold-maker
,
I
would
ifaith
,
I
would
ifaith
.
Cap.
Away
with
them
to
prison
;
they'll
answere
better
there
.
Rog.
Not
to
fast
Gentlemen
:
vvhat's
our
crime
?
Cap.
Murther
of
the
Dukes
kinsman
,
Signior
Mendosa
.
Amb.
Nothing
else
?
vve
did
it
,
vve
did
it
,
vve
did
it
.
Cap.
Take
heede
Gentlemen
vvhat
you
confesse
.
Cla.
Ile
confesse
any
thing
since
I
am
made
a
foole
by
a
knaue
.
Ile
be
hang'd
like
an
innocent
,
that's
flat
.
Rog.
Ile
not
see
my
shame
.
Hempe
in
stead
of
a
Quacksaluer
,
you
shall
put
out
mine
eyes
,
and
my
head
shall
be
bought
to
make
Incke-hornes
of
.
Cap.
You
doe
confesse
the
murder
?
Clar.
Sir
,
'tis
true
,
Done
by
a
faithlesse
Christian
and
a
Iew
.
Cap.
To
prison
vvith
them
,
wee
will
heare
no
further
,
The
tongue
betrayes
the
heart
of
guilty
murder
.
Exeunt
Omnes
.
Enter
Count
GVIDO
,
ISABELLA
,
ANNA
,
and
Seruants
.
Guid.
Welcome
to
Pauy
sweet
,
and
may
this
kisse
Chase
Melancholy
from
thy
company
:
Speake
my
soules
ioy
,
how
fare
you
after
trauaile
.
Isab.
Like
one
that
scapeth
dangers
on
the
Seas
,
Yet
trembles
vvith
cold
feares
being
safe
on
land
,
With
bare
imagination
of
what's
past
.
Guid.
Feare
keepe
vvith
cowards
,
aire-stars
cannot
moue
.
Isab.
Feare
in
this
kinde
,
my
Lord
,
doth
sweeten
loue
.
Guid.
To
thinke
feare
ioy
(
deare
)
I
cannot
coniecture
.
Isab.
Feare's
sire
to
fervencie
,
Which
makes
loues
sweet
prone
Nectar
:
Trembling
desire
,
feare
,
hope
,
and
doubtfull
leasure
,
Distill
from
loue
the
Quintessence
of
pleasure
.
Guid.
Madame
,
I
yeeld
to
you
;
Feare
keepes
vvith
Loue
,
My
Oratorie
is
too
weake
against
you
:
You
haue
the
ground
of
knowledge
,
vvise
experience
,
Which
makes
your
argument
inuincible
.
Isab.
You
are
Times
Scholler
,
and
can
flatter
weaknesse
.
Guid.
Custome
allowes
it
,
and
vve
plainly
see
Princes
and
women
maintaine
flatterie
.
Isab.
Anna
,
goe
see
my
Iewels
and
my
Trunckes
Be
aptly
placed
in
their
seuerall
roomes
.
Exit
Anna
.
Enter
GNIACA
Count
of
Gaza
,
with
Attendants
.
My
Lord
,
know
you
this
Gallant
?
'tis
a
compleate
Gentleman
.
Guid.
I
doe
;
'tis
Count
Guiaca
,
my
endeared
friend
.
Gniac.
Welcome
to
Pauie
,
vvelcome
fairest
Lady
:
Your
sight
deare
friend
,
is
lifes
restoratiue
;
This
day's
the
period
of
long-wish'd
content
,
More
vvelcome
to
me
then
day
to
the
vvorld
,
Night
to
the
vvearyed
,
or
gold
to
a
Mizer
;
Such
ioy
feeles
Friendship
in
Societie
.
Isab.
A
rare
shap'd
man
:
compare
them
both
together
,
Guid.
Our
loues
are
friendly
twins
,
both
at
a
birth
;
The
ioy
you
taste
,
that
ioy
doe
I
conceiue
,
This
day's
the
Iubile
of
my
desire
.
Isab.
He's
fairer
then
he
vvas
vvhen
first
I
saw
him
.
This
little
time
makes
him
more
excellent
.
Gniac.
Relate
some
newes
.
Harke
you
,
what
Lady's
that
▪
Be
open
breasted
,
so
will
I
to
thee
.
They
whisper
.
Isab.
Error
did
blinde
him
that
paints
Loue
blinde
;
For
my
Loue
plainly
iudges
difference
:
Loue
is
cleare
sighted
,
and
vvith
Eagles
eyes
,
Vndazeled
,
lookes
vpon
bright
Sunne-beam'd
beauty
:
Nature
did
rob
her selfe
,
when
she
made
him
.
Blushing
to
see
her
vvorke
excell
her selfe
,
Tis
shape
makes
mankinde
semelacie
.
Forgiue
me
Rogero
,
'tis
my
Fate
To
loue
thy
friend
,
and
quit
thy
loue
vvith
hate
.
I
must
enioy
him
,
let
hope
thy
passions
smother
:
Faith
cannot
coole
bloud
;
Ile
clip
him
,
wer't
my
brother
.
Such
is
the
heate
of
my
sincere
affection
,
Hell
nor
earth
can
keepe
loue
in
subiection
.
Gnia.
I
craue
your
Honors
pardon
my
Ignorance
Of
what
you
were
,
may
gaine
a
curteous
pardon
.
Is.
There
needes
no
pardon
,
where
there's
no
offence
;
His
tongue
strikes
Musicke
rauishing
my
sense
:
I
must
be
sodaine
,
else
desire
confounds
me
.
Guid.
What
sport
affords
this
Climate
for
delight
?
Gnia.
We'll
hawke
and
hunt
to day
,
as
for
to morrow
Varietie
shall
feede
varietie
.
Is.
Dissimulation
womens
armour
is
,
Aide
loue
beliefe
,
and
female
constancie
.
Oh
,
I
am
sicke
my
Lord
,
kinde
Rogero
helpe
me
.
Guido
.
Forsend
it
heauen
,
Madame
sit
;
how
fare
you
?
My
liues
best
comfort
speake
,
O
speake
sweet
Saint
.
Is.
Fetch
Art
to
keepe
life
,
runne
my
Loue
,
I
faint
:
My
vitall
breath
runnes
coldly
through
my
veynes
,
I
see
leane
Death
vvith
eyes
imaginarie
,
Stand
fearefully
before
me
:
here
my
end
A
vvife
vnconstant
,
yet
thy
louing
friend
.
Guid.
As
swift
as
thought
,
flie
I
to
wish
thee
aide
.
Exit
.
Isab.
Thus
innocence
by
craft
is
soone
betraid
.
My
Lord
Guiaca
,
'tis
your
Art
must
heale
me
,
I
am
loue-sicke
for
your
loue
;
loue
,
loue
,
for
louing
:
I
blush
for
speaking
truth
;
faire
Sir
beleeue
me
,
Beneath
the
Moone
nought
but
your
frowne
can
grieue
me
.
Gniaca.
Lady
,
by
heauen
,
me thinkes
,
this
fit
is
strange
.
Isab.
Count
not
my
loue
light
for
this
sodaine
change
:
By
Cupids
Bow
I
sweare
,
and
vvill
avow
,
I
neuer
knew
true
perfect
loue
till
now
.
Gniac.
Wrong
not
your selfe
,
me
,
and
your
dearest
friend
,
Your
loue
is
violent
,
and
soone
vvill
end
.
Loue
is
not
Loue
vnlesse
Loue
doth
perseuer
,
That
loue
is
perfect
loue
,
that
loues
for
euer
.
Isab.
Such
loue
is
mine
,
beleeue
it
vvell-shap'd
youth
,
Though
vvomen
vse
to
lye
,
yet
I
speake
truth
.
Giue
sentence
for
my
life
or
speedy
death
:
Can
you
affect
me
?
Gniac.
I
should
belye
my
thoughts
to
giue
deniall
,
But
then
to
friendship
I
must
turne
disloyall
:
I
vvill
not
vvrong
my
friend
,
let
that
suffice
.
Isab.
Ile
be
a
miracle
,
for
loue
a
woman
dyes
,
Offers
to
stab
her selfe
.
Gn.
Hold
madame
,
these
are
soule
killing
passions
.
Ide
rather
wrong
my
friend
then
you
your selfe
.
Isab.
Loue
me
,
or
else
by
Ioue
death's
but
delaid
:
My
vow
is
fixt
in
heauen
,
feare
shall
not
moue
me
,
My
life
is
death
vvith
tortures
'lesse
you
loue
me
.
Gnia.
Giue
me
some
respite
,
and
I
will
resolue
you
.
Isab.
My
heart
denies
it
.
My
bloud
is
violent
,
now
or
else
neuer
,
Loue
me
,
and
like
loues
Queene
Ile
fall
before
thee
,
Inticing
daliance
from
thee
vvith
my
smiles
,
And
steale
thy
heart
vvith
my
delicious
kisses
.
Ile
study
Art
in
loue
,
that
in
a
rupture
Thy
soule
shall
taste
pleasures
excelling
nature
.
Loue
me
,
both
Art
and
nature
in
large
recompence
,
Shall
be
profuse
in
rauishing
thy
sense
.
Gni.
You
haue
preuail'd
,
I
am
yours
from
all
the
world
,
Thy
wit
and
beauty
haue
entranc'd
my
soule
:
I
long
for
daliance
,
my
bloud
burnes
like
fire
,
Hels
paine
on
earth
is
to
delay
desire
.
Isab.
I
kisse
thee
for
that
breath
,
this
day
you
hunt
;
In
midst
of
all
your
sports
leaue
you
Rogero
,
Returne
to
me
whose
life
rests
in
thy
sight
,
Where
pleasure
shall
make
Nectar
our
delight
.
Gniac.
I
condescend
to
what
thy
vvill
implores
me
;
He
that
but
now
neglected
thee
,
adores
thee
:
Enter
Rogero
,
Anna
,
Doctor
.
But
see
here
comes
my
friend
,
feare
makes
him
tremble
.
Isab.
Women
are
witles
that
cannot
dissemble
:
Now
I
am
sicke
againe
:
where's
my
Lord
Rogero
?
His
loue
and
my
health's
vanish'd
both
together
.
Guid.
Wrong
not
thy
friend
,
deare
friend
,
in
thy
extreames
,
Here's
a
profound
Hipocrates
,
my
deare
,
To
minister
to
thee
the
spirit
of
health
.
Isab.
Your
sight
to
me
,
my
Lord
,
excels
all
Phisicke
;
I
am
better
farre
(
my
Loue
)
then
when
you
left
me
:
Your
friend
was
comfortable
to
me
at
the
last
.
'Twas
but
a
fit
,
my
Lord
,
and
now
'tis
past
.
Are
all
things
ready
sir
?
Anna
.
Yes
Madame
,
the
house
is
fit
.
Gnia.
Desire
in
women
is
the
life
of
wit
.
Exeunt
Omnes
.
Enter
ABIGAL
and
THAIS
at
seuerall
doores
.
Abig.
O
partner
,
I
am
with
childe
of
laughter
,
and
none
but
you
can
be
my
Mid-wife
:
was
there
euer
such
a
game
at
Noddy
?
Thais
.
Our
Husbands
thinke
they
are
fore-men
of
the
Iurie
,
they
hold
the
Hereticke
point
of
Predestination
,
and
sure
they
are
borne
to
be
hanged
.
Abig.
They
are
like
to
proue
men
of
iudgement
,
but
not
for
killing
of
him
that's
yet
aliue
,
and
well
recouered
.
Thais
.
As
soone
as
my
man
saw
the
Watch
come
vp
,
All
his
spirit
was
downe
.
Abig,
But
though
they
haue
made
vs
good
sport
in
speech
,
They
did
hinder
vs
of
good
sport
in
action
.
O
wench
,
imagination
is
strong
in
pleasure
.
Thais
.
That's
true
:
for
the
opinion
my
Good-man
had
of
enioying
you
,
made
him
doe
wonders
.
A.
Why
shold
weake
man
,
that
is
so
soone
satisfied
,
desire
variety
?
Thais
.
Their
answere
is
,
to
feede
on
Phesants
continually
would
breede
a
loathing
.
Abigall
.
Then
if
vve
seeke
for
strange
flesh
that
haue
stomackes
at
will
,
'tis
pardonable
.
Thais
.
I
,
if
men
had
any
feeling
of
it
,
but
they
iudge
vs
by
themselues
.
Abig.
Well
,
we
vvill
bring
them
to
the
Gallowes
,
and
then
,
like
kinde
virgins
,
begge
their
liues
,
and
after
liue
at
our
pleasures
,
and
this
bridle
shall
still
reyne
them
.
Thais
.
Faith
,
if
vve
were
disposed
,
we
might
seeme
as
safe
,
As
if
we
had
the
broad
seale
to
warrant
it
:
But
that
nights
worke
vvill
sticke
by
me
this
forty
weekes
.
Come
,
shall
we
goe
visit
the
discontented
Lady
Lentulus
?
Whom
the
Lord
Mendosa
has
confest
to
his
Chirurgion
,
He
vvould
haue
rob'd
?
I
thought
great
men
would
but
Haue
rob'd
the
poore
,
yet
he
the
rich
.
Abig.
He
thought
that
the
richer
purchase
,
though
vvith
the
worse
conscience
:
but
vvee'll
to
comfort
her
,
and
then
goe
heare
our
Husbands
lamentations
.
They
say
mine
has
compiled
an
vngodly
volume
of
Satyres
against
women
,
and
cals
his
booke
The
Snarle
.
Thais
.
But
he's
in
hope
his
booke
will
saue
him
.
Ab.
God
defend
that
it
should
,
or
any
that
snarle
in
that
fashion
.
Tha.
Well
wench
,
if
I
could
be
metamorphosed
into
thy
shape
,
I
should
haue
my
husband
pliant
to
me
in
his
life
,
And
soone
rid
of
him
:
for
being
weary
vvith
his
continuall
motion
,
He'de
dye
of
a
consumption
.
Abig.
Make
much
of
him
,
for
all
our
wanton
prize
,
Follow
the
Prouerbe
,
Merry
be
and
wise
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
ISABELLA
,
ANNA
,
and
Seruants
.
Isab.
Time
that
devour'st
all
mortalitie
,
Runne
swiftly
these
few
houres
,
And
bring
Guiaca
on
thy
aged
shoulders
,
That
I
may
clip
the
rarest
modell
of
creation
.
Doe
this
gentle
Time
And
I
vvill
curle
thine
aged
siluer
locke
,
And
dally
vvith
thee
in
delicious
pleasure
.
Medea-like
I
will
renew
thy
youth
;
But
if
thy
frozen
steps
delay
my
loue
,
Ile
poyson
thee
with
murder
,
curse
thy
pathes
,
And
make
thee
know
a
time
of
infamy
.
Anna
,
giue
watch
,
and
bring
me
certaine
notice
When
Count
Guiaca
doth
approach
my
house
.
An.
Madame
I
goe
.
I
am
kept
for
pleasure
,
though
I
neuer
taste
it
.
For
'tis
the
vshers
office
still
to
couer
His
Ladyes
priuate
meetings
with
her
Louer
.
Exit
.
Isab.
Desire
,
thou
quenchlesse
flame
that
burn'st
our
soules
,
Cease
to
torment
me
;
The
dewe
of
pleasure
shall
put
out
thy
fire
,
And
quite
consume
thee
with
satietie
.
Lust
shall
be
cool'd
with
lust
,
wherein
Ile
proue
,
The
life
of
loue
is
onely
sau'd
by
loue
.
Enter
Anna
.
An.
Madame
,
hee's
comming
.
Isab.
Thou
blessed
Mercurie
,
Prepare
a
banquet
fit
to
please
the
Gods
;
Let
Sphaere-like
Musicke
breathe
delicious
tones
Into
our
mortall
eares
;
perfume
the
house
With
odoriferous
sents
,
sweeter
then
Myrrhe
,
Or
all
the
Spices
in
Panchaia
:
His
sight
and
touching
wee
will
recreate
,
That
his
fiue
Senses
shall
be
fiue-fold
happy
.
His
breath
like
Roses
casts
out
sweete
perfume
;
Time
now
with
pleasure
shall
it selfe
consume
.
Enter
Gniaca
in
his
hunting
weedes
.
How
like
Adonis
in
his
hunting
weedes
,
Lookes
this
same
Goddesse
tempter
?
And
art
thou
come
?
this
kisse
entrance
thy
soule
.
Gods
I
doe
not
enuy
you
;
for
know
this
Way's
here
on
earth
compleate
,
excels
you
blisse
:
Ile
not
change
this
nights
pleasure
vvith
you
all
.
Gniac.
Thou
creature
made
by
Loue
,
compos'd
of
pleasure
,
That
mak'st
true
vse
of
thy
creation
,
In
thee
both
vvit
and
beauty's
resident
;
Delightfull
pleasure
,
vnpeer'd
excellence
.
This
is
the
fate
fixt
fast
vnto
thy
birth
,
That
thou
alone
shouldst
be
mans
heauen
on
earth
:
If
I
alone
may
but
enioy
thy
loue
,
Ile
not
change
earthly
ioy
to
be
heauens
Ioue
:
For
though
that
vvomen
haters
now
are
common
,
They
all
shall
know
earths
ioy
consists
in
woman
.
Isab.
My
loue
was
dotage
till
I
loued
thee
;
For
thy
soule
truely
tastes
our
petulance
,
Conditions
Louer
,
Cupids
Intelligencer
,
That
makes
man
vnderstand
what
pleasure
is
:
These
are
fit
attributes
vnto
thy
knowledge
;
For
womens
beautie
o'er
men
beare
that
rule
.
Our
power
commands
the
rich
,
the
vvise
,
the
foole
.
Though
scorne
growes
big
in
man
in
growth
&
stature
,
Yet
vvomen
are
the
rarest
workes
in
nature
.
Gnia.
I
doe
confesse
the
truth
,
and
must
admire
That
women
can
command
rare
mans
desire
.
Isab.
Cease
admiration
,
sit
to
Cupids
feast
,
The
preparation
to
Papheon
daliance
,
Harmonious
Musicke
breathe
thy
siluer
Ayres
,
To
stirre
vp
appetite
to
Venus
banquet
,
That
breath
of
pleasure
that
entrances
soules
,
Making
that
instant
happinesse
a
heauen
,
In
the
true
taste
of
loues
deliciousnesse
.
Gniac.
Thy
vvordes
are
able
to
stirre
cold
desire
,
Into
his
flesh
that
lyes
entomb'd
in
Ice
,
Hauing
lost
the
feeling
vse
of
warmth
in
bloud
,
Then
how
much
more
in
me
,
whose
youthfull
veynes
,
Like
a
proud
Riuer
,
ouer-flow
their
bounds
?
Pleasures
Ambrosia
,
or
loues
nourisher
,
I
long
for
priuacie
;
come
,
let
vs
in
,
'Tis
custome
,
and
not
reason
makes
loue
sinne
.
Isab.
Ile
leade
the
way
to
Venus
Paradise
,
Where
thou
shalt
taste
that
fruit
that
made
man
wise
.
Exit
Isab.
Gnia.
Sing
notes
of
pleasure
to
elate
our
bloud
:
Why
should
heauen
frowne
on
ioyes
that
doe
vs
good
?
I
come
Isabella
keeper
of
loues
treasure
,
To
force
thy
bloud
to
lust
,
and
rauish
pleasure
.
Exit
.
After
some
short
Song
enter
ISABELLA
and
GNIACA
againe
,
she
hanging
about
his
necke
laciviously
.
Gniac.
Still
I
am
thy
captiue
,
yet
thy
thoughts
are
free
:
To
be
Loues
bond-man
is
true
libertie
.
I
haue
swomme
in
seas
of
pleasure
without
ground
,
Ventrous
desire
past
depth
it selfe
hath
drownd
.
Such
skill
has
beauties
Art
in
a
true
louer
,
That
dead
desire
to
life
it
can
recouer
.
Thus
beauty
our
desire
can
soone
aduance
,
Then
straight
againe
kill
it
with
daliance
.
Diuinest
women
,
your
enchanting
breaths
Giue
Louers
many
lifes
and
many
deaths
.
Isab.
May
thy
desire
to
me
for
euer
last
,
Not
dye
by
surfet
on
my
delicates
:
And
as
I
tye
this
Iewell
about
thy
necke
,
So
may
I
tie
thy
constant
loue
to
mine
,
Neuer
to
seeke
weaking
varietie
,
That
greedy
curse
of
mans
and
womans
hell
,
Where
nought
but
shame
and
loath'd
diseases
dwell
.
Gniac.
You
counsell
well
,
deare
,
learne
it
then
;
For
change
is
giuen
more
to
you
then
men
.
Isab.
My
faith
to
thee
,
like
rockes
,
shall
neuer
moue
,
The
Sunne
shall
change
his
course
ere
I
my
loue
.
Enter
Anna
.
Anna
.
Madame
,
the
Count
Rogero
knockes
.
Isab.
Deare
Loue
into
my
chamber
,
till
I
send
My
hate
from
sight
.
Gniac.
Lust
makes
me
wrong
my
friend
.
Exit
Gniaca
.
Isab.
Anna
,
stand
here
,
and
entertaine
Lord
Rogero
.
I
from
my
window
straight
will
giue
him
answere
.
The
Serpents
vvit
to
woman
rest
in
me
,
By
that
man
fell
,
then
vvhy
not
he
by
me
?
Fain'd
sighes
and
teares
dropt
from
a
womans
eye
,
Blindes
man
of
reason
,
strikes
his
knowledge
dumbe
:
Wit
armes
a
vvoman
,
Count
Rogero
come
.
Exit
Isabella
.
Anna
.
My
office
still
is
vnder
:
yet
in
time
Vshers
proue
Masters
,
degrees
makes
vs
climbe
.
Guido
knockes
.
Who
knockes
?
is't
you
my
noble
Lord
?
Enter
GVIDO
in
his
hunting
weedes
.
Guid.
Came
my
friend
hither
,
Count
Guiaca
?
An.
No
,
my
good
Lord
.
Guid.
Where's
my
Isabella
?
An.
In
her
Chamber
.
Guid.
Good
:
Ile
visit
her
.
An.
The
chamber's
lockt
my
Lord
:
shee
will
be
priuate
.
Guid.
Lockt
against
me
,
my
sawcy
mallapert
?
An.
Be
patient
good
my
Lord
:
shee'll
giue
you
answere
.
Guid.
Isabella
life
of
loue
,
speake
,
'tis
I
that
cals
.
Isab.
at
her
window
.
Isab.
I
must
desire
your
Lordship
pardon
me
.
Guid.
Lordship
?
what's
this
?
Isabella
,
art
thou
blinde
?
Isab.
My
Lord
,
my
lust
was
blinde
,
but
now
my
soule's
cleare
sighted
,
And
sees
the
spots
that
did
corrupt
my
flesh
:
Those
tokens
sent
from
hell
,
brought
by
desire
,
The
messenger
of
euerlasting
death
.
Anna
.
My
Lady's
in
her
Pulpit
,
now
shee'll
preach
.
Guid.
Is
not
thy
Lady
mad
?
in
veritie
I
alwayes
Tooke
her
for
a
Puritane
,
and
now
shee
shewes
it
.
Isab.
Mocke
not
Repentance
.
Prophanation
Brings
mortals
laughing
to
damnation
.
Beleeue
it
Lord
,
Isabella's
ill
past
life
,
Like
gold
refin'd
,
shall
make
a
perfect
Wife
.
I
stand
on
firme
ground
now
,
before
on
Ice
;
We
know
not
vertue
till
wee
taste
of
vice
.
Guid.
Doe
you
heare
dissimulation
,
woman
sinner
?
Isab.
Leaue
my
house
good
my
Lord
,
and
for
my
part
,
I
looke
for
a
most
vvisht
reconciliation
Betwixt
my selfe
and
my
most
wronged
Husband
.
Tempt
not
contrition
then
religious
Lord
.
Guid.
Indeede
I
vvas
one
of
your
familie
once
:
But
doe
not
I
know
these
are
but
braine-trickes
:
And
where
the
Diuell
has
the
Fee-simple
,
he
will
keep
possession
.
And
will
you
halt
before
me
that
your selfe
has
made
a
criple
?
Isab.
Nay
,
then
you
wrong
me
:
and
disdained
Lord
,
I
paid
thee
for
thy
pleasures
vendible
.
Whose
mercenary
flesh
I
bought
with
coyne
,
I
vvill
diuulge
thy
basenesse
,
'lesse
vvith
speede
Thou
leaue
my
house
and
my
societie
.
Guid.
Already
turn'd
apostate
,
but
now
all
pure
,
Now
damn'd
your
faith
is
,
and
loues
endure
Like
dewe
vpon
the
grasse
,
when
pleasures
Sunne
Shines
on
your
vertues
,
all
your
vertue's
done
.
Ile
leaue
thy
house
and
thee
,
goe
get
thee
in
,
Thou
gaudy
childe
of
pride
,
and
nurse
of
sinne
.
Isab.
Raile
not
on
me
my
Lord
;
for
if
you
doe
,
My
hot
desire
of
vengeance
shall
strike
wonder
;
Reuenge
in
woman
fals
like
dreadfull
thunder
.
Exit
.
Anna
.
Your
Lordship
will
command
me
no
further
seruice
?
Guid.
I
thanke
thee
for
thy
vvatchfull
seruice
past
;
Thy
vsher-like
attendance
on
the
Staires
,
Being
true
signes
of
thy
Humilitie
.
Anna
.
I
hope
I
did
discharge
my
place
with
care
.
Guid.
Vshers
should
haue
much
vvit
,
but
little
haire
;
Thou
hast
of
both
sufficient
:
prethee
leaue
mee
,
If
thou
hast
an
honest
Lady
,
commend
me
to
her
,
But
shee
is
none
.
Exit
Anna
,
manet
Guido
.
Farewell
thou
priuate
strumpet
worse
then
common
.
Man
were
on
earth
an
Angell
but
for
woman
,
That
seauen-fold
branch
of
hell
from
them
doth
grow
,
Pride
,
Lust
,
and
Murder
,
they
raise
from
below
,
With
all
their
fellow
sinnes
.
Women
were
made
Of
blood
,
without
soules
:
vvhen
their
beauties
fade
,
And
their
lust's
past
,
auarice
or
bawdry
Makes
them
still
lou'd
:
then
they
buy
venerie
,
Bribing
damnation
,
and
hire
brothell
slaues
.
Shame's
their
executors
,
Infamie
their
graues
.
Your
painting
vvill
wipe
off
,
vvhich
Art
did
hide
,
And
shew
your
vgly
shape
in
spite
of
pride
.
Farewell
Isabella
poore
in
soule
and
fame
,
I
leaue
thee
rich
in
nothing
but
in
shame
.
Then
soulelesse
women
know
,
whose
faiths
are
hollow
,
Your
lust
being
quench'd
,
a
bloudy
act
must
follow
.
Exit
.
Finis
Actus
tertij
.
Actus
quarti
Scaena
prima
.
Enter
the
Duke
of
Amago
,
the
Captaine
,
and
the
rest
of
the
Watch
,
with
the
Senators
.
Duke
.
IVstice
that
makes
Princes
like
the
Gods
,
drawes
vs
vnto
the
Senate
,
That
with
vnpartiall
ballance
wee
may
poyse
The
crimes
and
innocence
of
all
offenders
,
Our
presence
can
chase
bribery
from
Lawes
:
He
best
can
iudge
,
that
heares
himselfe
the
cause
.
1
Senat.
True
mighty
Duke
,
it
best
becomes
our
places
,
To
haue
our
light
from
you
the
Sonne
of
Vertue
,
Subiect
Authoritie
,
for
gaine
,
loue
or
feare
Oft
quits
the
guilty
,
and
condemnes
the
cleare
.
Duke
.
The
Land
and
people's
mine
,
the
crimes
being
knowne
,
I
must
redresse
my
subiects
wrong's
,
mine
owne
.
Call
for
the
two
suspected
for
the
murder
Of
Mendosa
,
our
endered
kinsman
.
These
voluntary
murderers
That
confesse
the
Murder
of
him
that
is
yet
aliue
.
Wee'll
sport
vvith
serious
Iustice
for
a
vvhile
,
In
shew
wee'll
frowne
on
them
that
make
vs
smile
.
2
Sen.
Bring
forth
the
Prisoners
we
may
heare
their
answeres
.
Enter
(
brought
in
with
Officers
)
CLARIDIANA
,
and
MIZALDVS
.
Duke
.
Stand
forth
you
Vipers
,
that
haue
suck'd
bloud
,
And
lopt
a
branch
sprung
from
a
royall
tree
:
What
can
you
answere
to
escape
tortures
?
Rog.
We
haue
confest
the
fact
my
Lord
,
to
God
and
man
,
Our
ghostly
father
,
and
that
worthy
Captaine
:
We
beg
not
life
but
fauourable
death
.
Duke
.
On
what
ground
sprung
your
hate
to
him
we
lou'd
?
Clarid.
Vpon
that
curse
laid
on
Venecians
ielousie
.
Wee
thought
he
being
a
Courtier
,
would
haue
made
vs
Magnificoes
of
the
right
stampe
,
and
haue
plaid
at
Primero
in
the
presence
,
vvith
gold
of
the
Citie
brought
from
our
Indies
.
Rog.
Nay
more
,
my
Lord
,
vve
feared
that
your
kinsman
for
a
messe
of
Sonnets
,
would
haue
giuen
the
plot
of
vs
and
our
wiues
,
to
some
needy
Poet
,
and
for
sport
and
profit
brought
vs
in
some
Venician
Comedy
vpon
the
Stage
.
Duke
.
Our
Iustice
dwels
with
mercy
;
be
not
desperate
.
1
Sen.
His
Highnesse
faine
vvould
saue
your
liues
if
you
would
see
it
.
Rog.
All
the
Law
in
Venice
shall
not
saue
mee
,
I
vvill
not
be
saued
.
Clar.
Feare
not
,
I
haue
a
tricke
to
bring
vs
to
hanging
in
spite
of
the
Law
.
Rog.
Why
now
I
see
thou
louest
me
;
thou
hast
confirm'd
Thy
friendship
for
euer
to
me
by
these
vvordes
.
Why
,
I
should
neuer
heare
Lanthorne
and
candle
call'd
for
,
But
I
should
thinke
it
was
for
me
and
my
Wife
.
Ile
hang
for
that
,
forget
not
thy
tricke
.
Vpon'em
with
thy
tricke
,
I
long
for
sentence
.
2
Sen.
Will
you
appeale
for
mercy
to
the
Duke
?
Clar.
Kill
not
thy
Iustice
Duke
,
to
saue
our
liues
:
We
haue
deserued
death
.
Rog.
Make
not
vs
presidents
for
after
wrongs
,
I
will
receiue
punishment
for
my
sinnes
,
It
shall
be
a
meanes
to
lift
me
towards
heauen
.
Clar.
Let's
haue
our
desert
;
we
craue
no
fauour
.
Duke
.
Take
them
asunder
,
graue
Iustice
makes
vs
mirth
,
That
man
is
soulelesse
that
ne'er
sinnes
on
earth
.
Signior
Mizaldus
,
relate
the
weapon
you
kill'd
him
with
,
and
the
manner
.
Rog.
My
Lord
,
your
lustfull
kinsman
,
I
can
title
him
no
better
,
came
sneaking
to
my
house
like
a
Promoter
to
spye
flesh
in
the
Lent
:
now
I
hauing
a
Venecian
spirit
,
watcht
my
time
,
and
with
my
Rapier
runne
him
through
,
knowing
all
paines
are
but
trifles
to
the
horne
of
a
Citizen
.
Duke
.
Take
him
aside
.
Signior
Claridiana
,
what
weapon
had
you
for
this
bloudy
act
?
vvhat
dart
vs'd
Death
?
Clar.
My
Lord
,
I
brain'd
him
with
a
leauer
my
neighbour
lent
me
,
and
he
stood
by
and
cryed
strike
home
olde
boy
.
Duke
.
With
seuerall
Instruments
.
Bring
them
face
to
face
.
With
what
kill'd
you
our
Nephew
?
Rog.
With
a
Rapier
Leige
.
Clar.
Tis
a
lye
,
I
kill'd
him
with
a
leauer
,
and
thou
stood'st
by
.
Rog.
Dost
think
to
saue
me
&
hang
thy selfe
?
no
I
scorne
it
;
is
this
the
tricke
thou
said'st
thou
had'st
:
I
kill'd
him
Duke
.
Hee
onely
gaue
consent
:
'twas
I
that
did
it
.
Clar.
Thou
hast
alwayes
beene
crosse
to
me
and
wilt
be
to
my
death
.
Haue
I
taken
all
this
paines
to
bring
thee
to
hanging
,
and
dost
thou
slip
now
?
Rog.
We
shall
neuer
agree
in
a
tale
till
we
come
to
the
gallowes
,
then
we
shall
iumpe
.
Clar.
Ile
shew
you
a
crosse-point
,
if
you
crosse
me
thus
,
When
thou
shalt
not
see
it
.
Rog.
Ile
make
a
wry
mouth
at
that
,
or
it
shall
cost
me
a
fall
:
'Tis
thy
pride
to
be
hang'd
alone
,
because
thou
scorn'st
my
company
:
but
it
shall
be
knowne
I
am
as
good
a
man
as
thy selfe
,
and
in
these
actions
will
keepe
company
with
thy
betters
Iew
.
Clar.
Monster
.
Rog.
Dog-killer
.
Clar.
Fencer
.
They
bustle
.
Duke
.
Part
them
,
part'em
.
Rog.
Hang
vs
,
and
quarter
vs
,
we
shall
ne'er
be
parted
til
then
.
Duke
.
You
doe
confesse
the
murther
done
by
both
.
Clar.
But
that
I
vvould
not
haue
the
slaue
laugh
at
mee
,
And
count
me
a
coward
,
I
haue
a
very
good
mind
to
liue
,
Aside
.
But
I
am
resolute
:
'tis
but
a
turne
.
I
doe
confesse
.
Rog.
So
doe
I
,
Pronounce
our
doome
,
wee
are
prepar'd
to
dye
.
1
Sen.
We
sentence
you
to
hang
till
you
be
dead
:
Since
you
were
men
eminent
in
place
and
vvorth
,
We
giue
a
Christian
buriall
to
you
both
,
Clar.
Not
in
one
graue
together
we
beseech
you
,
wee
shall
ne'er
agree
.
Rog.
He
scornes
my
company
,
till
the
day
of
Iudgement
,
Ile
not
hang
vvith
him
.
Duke
.
You
hang
together
,
that
shall
make
you
friends
,
An
euerlasting
hatred
death
soone
ends
:
To
prison
with
them
till
the
day
of
death
;
Kings
words
like
Fate
,
must
neuer
change
their
breath
.
Rog.
You
malice-monger
,
Ile
be
hang'd
afore
thee
,
And't
be
but
to
vexe
thee
.
Cla.
Ile
doe
you
as
good
a
turne
or
the
hangman
,
&
shall
fall
out
.
Exeunt
ambo
guarded
.
Enter
MENDOSA
in
his
night
gowne
and
cap
guarded
,
with
the
Captaine
.
Duke
.
Now
to
our
kinsman
,
shame
to
royall
blood
,
Bring
him
before
vs
.
Theft
in
a
Prince
is
sacrilege
to
honour
'Tis
vertues
scandall
,
death
of
Royalty
,
I
blush
to
see
my
shame
;
Nephew
sit
downe
Iustice
that
smiles
on
those
on
him
must
frowne
,
Speake
freely
Captaine
,
where
found
you
him
wounded
?
Capt.
Betweene
the
widowes
house
&
these
crosse
neighbors
,
Besides
an
Artificiall
ladder
made
of
ropes
Was
fastned
to
her
window
which
he
confest
He
brought
to
rob
her
of
Iewels
and
coine
.
My
knowledge
yeelds
no
further
circumstance
.
Duke
.
Thou
know'st
too
much
,
would
I
were
past
all
knowledge
,
I
might
forget
my
griefe
springs
from
my
shame
,
Thou
monster
of
my
blood
,
answere
in
briefe
To
these
Assertions
made
against
thy
life
.
Is
thy
soule
guilty
of
so
base
a
fact
?
Mend.
I
doe
confesse
I
did
intend
to
rob
her
.
In
the
attempt
I
fell
and
hurt
my selfe
Lawes
thunder
is
but
death
,
I
dread
it
not
,
So
my
Lentulus
honor
be
preseru'd
From
black
suspition
of
a
lustfull
night
.
Duke
.
Thy
head's
thy
forfeit
for
thy
harts
offence
,
Thy
bloods
prerogatiue
may
claime
that
fauour
,
Thy
person
then
to
death
doomb'd
by
iust
lawes
,
Thy
death
is
infamous
,
but
worse
the
cause
.
Enter
ISABELLA
alone
GVIACA
following
her
.
Isabella
.
O
heau'ns
that
I
was
borne
to
be
hates
slaue
,
The
foode
of
Rumor
,
that
devour's
my
fame
;
I
am
call'd
Insatiat
Countesse
lusts
paramowre
A
glorious
Diuell
,
and
the
noble
whore
,
I
am
sick
,
vext
,
and
tormented
,
O
reuenge
.
Guiaca
.
On
whom
would
my
Isabella
be
reueng'd
?
Isab.
Vpon
a
Viper
,
that
does
get
mine
honour
,
I
will
not
name
him
till
I
be
reueng'd
,
See
,
her's
the
Libels
are
diuulg'd
against
me
,
An
euerlasting
scandall
to
my
name
.
And
thus
the
villen
writes
in
my
disgrace
.
She
reads
.
Who
loues
Isabella
the
insatiate
,
Needs
Atlas
back
for
to
content
her
lust
,
That
wandring
Strumpet
,
and
chaste
wedlockes
hate
,
That
renders
truth
:
deceipt
for
loyall
trust
,
That
sacrilegious
thiefe
to
Himens
rights
,
Making
her
lust
her
God
,
heau'n
her
delights
.
Swell
not
proud
heart
,
Ile
quench
thy
griefe
in
blood
,
Desire
in
woman
cannot
be
withstood
.
Guiaca
.
Ile
be
thy
champion
sweet
gainst
all
the
world
,
Name
but
the
villaine
that
defames
thee
thus
.
Isab.
Dare
thy
hand
execute
,
whom
my
tongue
condemnes
,
Then
art
thou
truely
valiant
,
mine
for
euer
,
But
if
thou
fain'st
,
hate
must
our
true
loue
seuer
.
Guiaca
.
By
my
dead
fathers
soule
,
my
mothers
vertues
,
And
by
my
knight
hood
and
gentilitie
;
Ile
be
reueng'd
On
all
the
Authors
of
your
Obloquie
:
Name
him
.
Isab.
Rogero
.
Guiaca
.
Ha
.
Isab.
What
does
his
name
affright
thee
coward
Lord
?
Be
mad
Isabella
,
curse
on
thy
reuenge
,
This
Lord
was
knighted
for
his
fathers
worth
,
Not
for
his
owne
.
Farewell
thou
periur'd
man
,
Ile
leaue
you
all
,
You
all
conspire
to
worke
mine
honors
fall
.
Guia.
Stay
my
Isabella
,
were
he
my
fathers
sonne
,
Composed
of
me
,
he
dies
,
Delight
still
keepe
with
thee
:
goe
in
.
Isabella
.
Thou
art
iust
:
Reuenge
to
me
is
sweeter
now
then
lust
.
Enter
GVIDO
:
they
see
one
another
and
draw
and
make
a
passe
,
then
enter
ANNA
.
Anna
.
What
meane
you
Nobles
,
will
you
kill
each
other
?
Ambo.
Hold
.
Guido
.
Thou
shame
to
friendship
,
what
intends
thy
hate
?
Guiaca
.
Loue
Armes
my
hand
,
makes
my
soule
valiant
,
Isabellas
wrongs
now
sits
vpon
my
sword
,
To
fall
more
heauie
to
thy
cowards
head
,
Then
thunderbolts
vpon
Ioues
rifted
Oakes
:
Deny
thy
scandall
,
or
defend
thy
life
.
Guido
.
What
?
hath
thy
faith
and
and
reason
left
thee
both
?
That
thou
art
onely
flesh
without
a
soule
:
Hast
thou
no
feeling
of
thy selfe
and
me
?
Blind
rage
that
will
not
let
thee
see
thy selfe
.
Guiaca
.
I
come
not
to
dispute
but
execute
:
And
thus
comes
death
.
Another
passe
.
Guido
.
And
thus
I
breake
thy
dart
,
her's
at
thy
whores
face
.
Guiaca
.
'Tis
mist
:
here's
at
thy
heart
,
stay
,
let
vs
breath
.
Guido
.
Let
reason
gouerne
rage
,
yet
let
vs
leaue
,
Although
most
wrong
be
mine
,
I
can
forgiue
:
In
this
attempt
,
thy
shame
will
euer
liue
.
Guiaca
.
Thou
hast
wrong'd
the
Phenix
of
all
women
rarest
,
She
that's
most
wise
,
most
louing
,
chaste
and
fairest
.
Guid.
Thou
dotest
vpon
a
diuell
,
not
a
woman
,
That
ha's
bewitcht
thee
with
her
Sorcerie
,
And
drown'd
thy
soule
in
leathy
faculties
,
Her
vselesse
lust
has
benumb'd
thy
knowledge
,
Thy
intelectuall
powers
,
obliuion
smothers
,
That
thou
art
nothing
but
forgetfulnesse
.
Guiaca
.
What's
this
to
my
Isabella
,
my
sinnes
mine
owne
,
Her
faults
were
none
,
vntill
thou
madest
'em
knowne
.
Guido
.
Leaue
her
,
and
leaue
thy
shame
where
first
thou
found'st
it
;
Else
liue
a
bondslaue
to
diseased
lust
,
Deuour'd
in
her
gulfe-like
appetite
And
infamy
shall
write
thy
Epitaph
,
Thy
memory
leaues
nothing
but
thy
crimes
,
A
scandall
to
thy
name
in
future
times
.
Guia.
Put
vp
your
weapon
,
I
dare
here
you
further
,
Insatiat
lust
is
Sire
still
to
murther
.
Guido
.
Beleeue
it
friend
,
if
her
heart
bloud
were
vext
,
Though
you
kill
me
,
new
pleasure
makes
you
next
:
She
lou'd
me
deerer
,
then
she
loues
you
now
,
Shee'll
nere
be
faithfull
,
has
twice
broke
her
vow
.
This
curse
pursues
femall
Adulterie
,
They'l
swimme
through
blood
for
sinnes
varietie
:
Their
pleasure
like
a
sea
groundlesse
and
wide
,
A
womans
lust
was
neuer
satisfied
.
Guia.
Feare
whispers
in
my
brest
,
I
haue
a
soule
That
blushes
red
,
for
tending
bloudy
facts
,
Forgiue
me
friend
,
if
I
can
be
forgiuen
,
Thy
counsell
is
the
path
leades
me
to
heauen
.
Guid.
I
doe
embrace
thy
reconciled
loue
.
Guiaca
.
That
death
or
danger
,
now
shall
ne'er
remoue
,
Goe
tell
thy
Insaciate
Countesse
Anna
,
We
haue
escap't
the
snares
of
her
false
Loue
,
Vowing
for
euer
to
abandon
her
.
Guid.
You
haue
heard
our
Resolution
,
pray
be
gone
.
Anna
.
My
office
euer
rested
at
your
pleasure
,
I
was
the
Indian
,
yet
you
had
the
treasure
.
My
faction
often
sweates
,
and
oft
takes
cold
,
Then
gilde
true
diligence
o'er
with
gold
.
Guia.
Thy
speech
deseru's
it
there's
gold
,
giues
her
gold
.
Be
honest
now
,
and
not
loues
Noddy
,
Turn'd
vp
and
plaid
on
whil'st
thou
keep'st
the
stock
,
Prethe
formally
let's
ha
thy
absence
.
Anna
.
Lords
farewell
,
Exit
Anna
.
Guido
.
Tis
Whores
and
Panders
,
that
makes
earth
like
hell
.
Guiaca
.
Now
I
am
got
out
of
lusts
Laborinth
,
I
will
to
Venice
,
for
a
certaine
time
,
To
recreate
my
much
abused
spirits
,
And
then
reuisit
Pani
and
my
friend
,
Guido
.
Ile
bring
you
on
your
way
but
must
returne
;
Lust
is
like
Aetna
,
and
will
euer
burne
.
Yet
now
desire
is
quench't
flam'd
once
in
height
:
Till
man
knowes
hell
,
he
neuer
has
firme
faith
.
Exeunt
Ambo
.
Enter
Isabella
rauing
,
and
Anna
.
Isabella
.
Out
scritch-Owle
messenger
of
my
reuenges
death
Thou
do'st
belye
Guiaca
'tis
not
so
.
Anna
.
Vpon
mine
honestie
they
are
vnited
.
Isabella
.
Thy
honestie
?
thou
vassaile
to
my
pleasure
take
that
Strike
her
.
Darst
thou
controule
me
,
when
I
say
no
?
Art
not
my
footestoole
,
did
not
I
create
thee
?
And
made
thee
gentle
,
being
borne
a
begger
:
Thou
hast
beene
my
womans
Pandar
for
a
crowne
,
And
dost
thou
stand
vpon
thy
honestie
?
Anna
.
I
am
,
what
you
please
Madame
.
Yet
'tis
so
.
Isab.
Slaue
,
I
will
slit
thy
tongue
,
lesse
thou
say
no
.
Anna
.
No
,
no
,
no
Madame
.
Isabella
.
I
haue
my
humour
,
though
they
now
be
false
,
Faint-hearted
coward
get
thee
from
my
sight
,
When
villaine
?
hast
,
and
come
not
nere
me
.
Anna
.
Madame
:
I
run
,
her
sight
like
death
doth
feare
me
.
Ex.
Isabella
.
Perfidious
cowards
,
staine
of
Nobilitie
,
Venecians
,
and
be
reconcil'd
with
words
:
O
that
I
had
Guiaca
once
more
here
,
Within
this
prison
,
made
of
flesh
and
bone
,
I'de
not
trust
Thunder
with
my
fell
reuenge
,
But
mine
owne
hands
,
should
doe
the
dire
exploit
,
And
fame
should
Chronicle
a
womans
acts
:
My
rage
respects
the
persons
not
the
facts
.
There
place
and
worths
hath
power
to
defame
me
,
Meane
hate
is
stinglesse
,
and
does
onely
name
me
:
I
not
regard
it
,
'tis
high
bloud
that
swels
,
Giue
me
reuenge
,
and
damne
me
into
hels
,
Enter
Don
Sago
a
Coronell
,
with
a
band
of
Souldiers
and
a
Lieutenant
.
A
gallant
Spaniard
,
I
will
heare
him
speake
,
Griefe
must
be
speechlesse
,
ere
the
heart
can
breake
.
Sago
.
Lieutenant
let
good
Discipline
be
vs'd
In
quartring
of
our
Troops
within
the
Citie
,
Not
seperated
into
many
streetes
,
That
shewes
weake
loue
,
but
not
sound
policie
.
Diuision
in
small
numbers
makes
all
weake
,
Forces
vnited
are
the
nerues
of
warre
,
Mother
and
nurse
of
obseruation
.
Whose
rare
ingenious
spright
,
fils
all
the
world
By
looking
on
it selfe
with
piercing
eyes
,
Will
looke
through
strangers
imbecilities
:
Therefore
be
carefull
.
Lieft.
All
shall
be
ordred
fitting
your
command
,
For
these
three
gifts
which
makes
a
Souldiour
rare
,
Is
loue
and
dutie
with
a
valiant
care
.
Exiunt
.
Lieft.
&
Souldiors
.
Sago
.
What
rarietie
of
women
feeds
my
sight
,
And
leades
my
sences
in
a
maze
of
wonder
?
Sees
her
Bellona
,
thou
wert
my
mistris
till
I
saw
that
shape
But
now
my
sword
,
Ile
consecrate
to
her
,
Leaue
Mars
and
become
Cupids
Martialist
,
Beauty
can
turne
the
rugged
face
of
warre
,
And
make
him
smile
vpon
delightfull
peace
,
Courting
her
smoothly
like
a
femallist
,
I
grow
a
slaue
vnto
my
potent
loue
,
Whose
power
change
hearts
,
make
our
fate
remoue
.
Isabella
.
Reuenge
not
,
Pleasure
now
ore-rules
my
blood
,
Rage
shall
drown
faint
loue
in
a
crimson
flood
,
And
were
he
caught
,
I'de
make
him
murders
hand
.
Sago
.
Me thinkes
'twere
ioy
to
die
at
her
command
,
Ile
speake
to
heare
her
speech
,
whose
powerfull
breath
,
Is
able
to
infuse
life
into
death
.
Isabella
.
He
comes
to
speake
:
hee's
mine
,
by
loue
he
is
mine
.
Sago
.
Lady
,
thinke
bold
intrusion
curtesie
,
Tis
but
imagination
alters
them
,
Then
'tis
your
thoughts
,
not
I
,
that
doe
offend
.
Isabella
.
Sir
,
your
intrusion
yet's
but
curtesie
,
Vnlesse
your
future
humor
alter
it
.
Sago
.
Why
then
Diuinest
woman
,
know
my
soule
Is
dedicated
to
thy
shrine
of
beauty
,
To
pray
for
mercy
,
and
repent
the
wrongs
Done
against
loue
,
and
femall
puritie
.
Thou
abstract
drawne
from
natures
empty
store-house
,
I
am
thy
slaue
,
command
my
sword
,
my
heart
The
soule
is
tri'd
best
by
the
bodies
smart
.
Isabella
.
You
are
a
stranger
to
this
land
and
me
,
What
madnesse
ist
for
me
to
trust
you
then
?
To
cosen
women
is
a
trade
'mongst
men
,
Smooth
promises
faint
passions
with
a
lye
,
Deceiues
our
sex
of
fame
and
chastitie
:
What
danger
durst
you
hazard
for
my
loue
?
Sago
.
Perils
that
that
neuer
mortall
durst
approue
.
Ile
double
all
the
workes
of
Hercules
,
Expose
my selfe
in
combat
'gainst
an
Hoste
,
Meete
danger
in
a
place
of
certaine
death
,
Yet
neuer
shrinke
,
or
giue
way
to
my
Fate
;
Bare-brested
meete
the
murderous
Tartars
dart
,
Or
any
fatall
Engine
made
for
death
:
Such
power
ha's
loue
and
beauty
from
your
eyes
,
He
that
dies
resolute
,
does
neuer
die
:
'Tis
feare
giues
death
his
strength
,
which
I
resisted
,
Death
is
but
emptie
Aire
,
the
Fates
haue
twisted
.
Isab.
Dare
you
reuenge
my
quarrell
,
'gainst
a
foe
?
Sago
.
Then
aske
me
if
I
dare
embrace
you
thus
,
Or
kisse
your
hand
,
or
gaze
on
your
bright
eye
,
Where
Cupid
dances
,
on
those
globes
of
loue
,
Feare
is
my
vassall
,
when
I
frowne
he
flyes
,
A
hundred
times
in
life
,
a
coward
dies
.
Isabella
.
I
not
suspect
your
valor
,
but
your
will
.
Sago
.
To
gaine
your
loue
,
my
fathers
bloud
I'le
spill
.
Isab.
Many
haue
sworne
the
like
,
yet
broke
their
vow
.
Sago
.
My
whole
endeuour
to
your
wish
shall
bow
.
I
am
your
plague
to
scourge
your
enemies
.
Isabella
.
Performe
your
promise
,
and
enioy
your
pleasure
,
Spend
my
loues
Dowry
,
that
is
womens
treasure
:
But
if
thy
resolution
dread
the
triall
,
Ile
tell
the
world
,
a
Spaniard
was
disloyall
.
Sago
.
Relate
your
griefe
,
I
long
to
heare
their
names
,
Whose
bastard
spirits
,
thy
true
worth
defames
:
I'le
wash
thy
scandall
off
,
when
their
hearts
bleeds
,
Valour
makes
difference
betwixt
words
and
deeds
.
Tell
thy
fames
poison
,
blood
shall
wash
thee
white
,
Isab.
My
spotlesse
honor
,
is
a
slaue
to
spite
:
These
are
the
monsters
Venice
doth
bring
forth
,
Whose
emptie
soules
are
banckrupt
of
true
worth
.
False
Count
Guido
,
treacherous
Guiaca
,
Countesse
of
Gazia
,
and
of
rich
Massino
.
Then
if
thou
beest
a
Knight
,
help
the
opprest
,
Through
danger
safetie
comes
,
through
trouble
rest
.
And
so
my
loue
.
Sago
.
Ignoble
villens
,
their
best
bloud
shall
proue
,
Reuenge
fals
heauy
,
that
is
rais'd
by
loue
.
Isab.
Thinke
what
reproch
is
to
a
womans
name
,
Honor'd
by
birth
,
by
marriage
,
and
by
beautie
:
Be
God
on
earth
,
and
reuenge
innocence
,
O
worthy
Spaniard
,
on
my
knees
I
begge
,
Forget
the
persons
,
thinke
on
their
offence
.
Sago
.
By
the
white
soule
of
honour
,
by
heau'ns
Ioue
:
They
die
if
their
death
can
attaine
your
loue
.
Isab.
Thus
will
I
clip
thy
waste
,
embrace
thee
thus
:
Thus
dally
with
thy
haire
,
and
kisse
thee
thus
:
Our
Pleasures
Pothean-like
in
sundry
shapes
,
Shall
with
varietie
stirre
daliance
.
Sago
.
I
am
immortall
,
O
diuinest
creature
:
Thou
do'st
excell
the
Gods
,
in
wit
and
feature
.
False
Counts
you
die
,
reuenge
now
shakes
his
rods
:
Beautie
condemnes
you
,
stronger
then
the
Gods
.
Isab.
Come
Mars
of
louers
,
Vulcan
is
not
here
,
Make
vengeance
like
my
bed
,
quite
voide
of
feare
.
Sago
.
My
sences
are
intranst
,
and
in
this
slumber
,
I
taste
heau'ns
ioyes
,
but
cannot
count
the
number
.
Ex.
Ambo
.
Enter
LADY
LENTVLVS
,
ABIGALL
and
THAIS
.
Abigal
.
Well
Madame
:
you
see
the
destinie
that
followes
marriage
,
Our
husbands
are
quiet
now
,
and
must
suffer
the
law
.
Thais
.
If
my
husband
had
beene
worth
the
begging
some
Courtier
would
haue
had
him
:
he
might
be
beg'd
well
inough
,
for
he
knowes
not
his
owne
wife
from
another
.
Lady
Lent.
O
you'r
a
couple
of
trusty
wenches
,
to
deceiue
your
husbands
thus
.
Abig.
If
wee
had
not
deceiu'd
them
thus
,
we
had
been
Trust
wenches
.
Thais
.
Our
husbands
will
be
hang'd
,
because
they
thinke
themselu's
Cuckolds
.
Abig.
If
all
true
Cuckolds
were
of
that
minde
,
the
hangman
would
be
the
richest
occupation
,
and
more
wealthie
widdowes
,
then
there
be
yonger
brothers
to
marry
them
.
Thais
.
The
Marchant
venturers
would
be
a
very
small
companie
.
Abag.
'Tis
twelue
to
one
of
that
,
how euer
the
rest
scape
,
I
shall
feare
a
massacre
.
Thais
.
If
my
husband
hereafter
for
his
wealth
chance
to
be
dub'd
:
I'le
haue
him
cal'd
the
Knight
of
the
supposed
home
.
Abag.
Faith
,
and
it
sounds
well
.
Lady
.
Come
madcaps
leaue
iesting
,
and
let's
deliuer
them
out
of
their
earthly
purgation
;
you
are
the
spirits
that
torment
them
:
but
my
loue
and
Lord
,
kinde
Mendosa
,
will
loose
his
life
,
to
preserue
mine
honor
,
not
for
hate
to
others
.
Abig.
By
my
troth
,
if
I
had
beene
his
iudge
,
I
should
haue
hang'd
him
for
hauing
no
more
wit
,
I
speake
as
I
thinke
,
for
I
would
not
be
hang'd
for
ne'er
a
man
vnder
the
heau'ns
.
Thais
.
Faith
,
I
thinke
I
should
for
my
Husband
.
I
doe
not
hold
the
opinion
of
the
Philosopher
,
that
writes
we
loue
them
best
,
that
we
inioy
first
:
for
I
protest
I
loue
my
husband
better
then
any
that
did
know
me
before
.
Abig.
So
doe
I
,
yet
life
and
pleasure
are
two
sweet
things
to
a
woman
.
Lady
.
He
that's
willing
to
die
to
saue
mine
honor
,
I'le
die
to
saue
his
.
Abig.
Tut
:
beleeue
it
who
that
list
,
wee
loue
a
liuely
man
I
grant
you
:
But
to
maintaine
that
life
,
I'le
ne're
consent
to
die
.
This
is
a
rule
I
still
will
keepe
in
brest
,
Loue
well
thy
husband
wench
,
but
thy selfe
best
.
Thais
.
I
haue
followed
your
counsell
hetherto
,
and
meane
to
doe
still
.
Lady
.
Come
:
we
neglect
our
businesse
,
'tis
no
iesting
,
To morrow
they
are
executed
leasse
we
reprieue
them
,
Wee
be
their
destinies
to
cast
their
fate
.
Let's
all
goe
.
Abig.
I
feare
not
to
come
late
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
DON
SAGO
SOLVS
with
a
case
of
Pistols
.
Sago
.
Day
was
my
night
,
and
night
must
be
my
day
:
The
sunne
shin'd
on
my
pleasure
,
with
my
loue
,
And
darknesse
must
lend
aide
to
my
reuenge
,
The
stage
of
heau'n
,
is
hung
with
solemne
black
,
A
time
best
fitting
,
to
Act
Tragedies
,
The
nights
great
Queene
,
that
maiden
gouernesse
Musters
black
clouds
,
to
hide
her
from
the
world
,
Afraide
to
looke
on
my
bold
enterprise
.
Curs'd
creatures
messengers
of
death
,
possesse
the
world
,
Night-Rauens
,
scritch-owles
,
and
vote-killing
Mandrakes
,
The
ghosts
of
misers
,
that
imprison'd
gold
,
Within
the
harmelesse
bowels
of
the
earth
,
Are
nights
companions
:
bawdes
to
lust
and
murder
,
Be
all
propitious
to
my
Act
of
iustice
:
Vpon
the
scandalizers
of
her
fame
,
That
is
the
life-blood
of
deliciousnesse
,
Deem'd
Isabella
,
Cupids
Treasurer
.
Whose
soule
containes
the
richest
gifts
of
loue
:
Her
beautie
from
my
heart
,
feare
doth
expell
;
They
rellish
pleasure
best
,
that
dread
not
hell
.
Who's
there
?
Enter
Count
Rogero
.
Rogero
.
A
friend
to
thee
,
if
thy
intents
be
iust
&
honorable
.
Sago
.
Count
Rogero
,
speake
,
I
am
the
watch
.
Rogero
.
My
name
is
Rogero
:
do'st
thou
know
me
?
Sago
.
Yes
slanderous
villen
,
nurse
of
Obloquie
,
Whose
poison'd
breath
,
ha's
speckl'd
cleare
fac't
vertue
,
And
made
a
Leper
of
Isabella's
fame
,
That
is
as
spotlesse
,
as
the
eye
of
heau'n
.
Thy
vitall
threds
a
cutting
,
start
not
slaue
,
Hee's
sure
of
sudden
death
,
heau'n
cannot
saue
.
Count
Rog.
Art
not
Guiaca
turn'd
Apostata
,
ha's
pleasure
once
againe
Turn'd
thee
againe
a
diuell
,
art
not
Guiaca
?
hah
!
Sago
.
O
that
I
were
,
then
would
I
stab
my selfe
,
For
he
is
mark't
for
death
,
as
well
as
thee
:
I
am
Don
Sago
thy
mortall
enemie
,
Whose
hand
loue
makes
thy
executioner
.
Rogero
.
I
know
thee
valiant
Spaniard
,
and
to
thee
Murders
more
hatefull
,
then
is
sacrilege
Thy
actions
euer
haue
been
honourable
.
Sago
.
And
this
the
crowne
of
all
my
Actions
,
To
purge
the
earth
,
of
such
a
man
turn'd
monster
.
Rogero
.
I
neuer
wrong'd
thee
Spaniard
,
did
I
?
speake
I'le
make
thee
satisfaction
like
a
souldiour
,
Tell
him
all
the
Plot.
A
true
Italian
,
and
a
Gentleman
:
Thy
rage
is
treacherie
without
a
cause
.
Sago
.
My
rage
is
iust
,
and
thy
heart
bloud
shall
know
,
He
that
wrongs
beautie
,
must
be
honors
foe
:
Isabels
quarrell
,
armes
the
Spaniards
spirit
.
Rogero
.
Murder
should
keepe
with
basenesse
,
not
with
merit
:
I'le
answere
thee
to morrow
by
my
soule
,
And
cleare
thy
doubts
,
or
satisfie
thy
will
.
Sago
.
Hee's
warres
best
scholler
,
can
with
safety
kill
.
Take
this
to night
,
now
meete
with
me
to morrow
,
Shootes
.
I
come
Isabella
,
halfe
thy
hate
is
dead
,
Valour
makes
murder
light
,
which
feare
makes
dead
.
Capt.
The
pistoll
was
shot
here
seize
him
,
Enter
Capt.
with
a
band
of
Soldiors
.
Bring
lights
,
what
Don
Sago
Collonell
of
the
horse
?
Ring
the
Alarum
bell
,
raise
the
whole
Citie
,
His
Troops
are
in
the
towne
,
I
feare
treacherie
:
Whose
this
lies
murdred
,
speake
bloud-thirstie
Spaniard
.
Sago
.
I
haue
not
spoil'd
his
face
,
you
may
know
his
visnomy
.
Capt.
'Tis
Count
Rogero
,
goe
conuay
him
hence
.
Thy
life
proud
Spaniard
,
answeres
this
offence
,
A
strong
guard
for
the
prisoner
,
lesse
the
cities
powers
Rise
to
rescue
him
.
Begirt
him
with
souldiours
.
Sago
.
What
needs
this
strife
?
Know
slaues
,
I
prize
reuenge
aboue
my
life
.
Fames
register
to
future
times
shall
tell
That
by
Don
Sago
,
Count
Rogero
fell
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
Finis
Acti
Quarti
.
Actus
quintus
Scaena
prima
.
Enter
MEDINA
,
the
dead
body
of
GVIDO
Alias
Count
Arsena
,
and
Souldiours
,
Don
Sago
guarded
,
Executioner
,
Scaffold
.
Medina
.
DOn
Sago
quak'st
thou
not
to
behold
this
spectacle
,
This
innocent
sacrifice
murdred
noblenes
,
When
bloud
the
maker
euer
promiseth
,
Shall
though
with
slow
yet
with
sure
vengeance
rest
.
I'tis
a
guerdon
earn'd
,
and
must
be
paide
,
As
sure
reuenge
,
as
it
is
sure
a
deede
:
I
nee'r
knew
murder
yet
,
but
it
did
bleed
.
Canst
thou
after
so
many
fearefull
conflicts
,
Betweene
this
obiect
,
and
thy
guilty
conscience
,
Now
thou
art
freed
from
out
the
serpents
Iawes
,
That
vilde
Adultresse
,
whose
sorceries
Doth
draw
chaste
men
into
incontinence
:
Whose
tongue
flowes
ouer
with
harmefull
eloquence
.
Canst
thou
I
say
repent
this
hainous
Act
,
And
learne
to
loath
,
that
killing
Cockatrice
?
Sago
.
By
this
fresh
blood
,
that
from
thy
manly
brest
,
I
cowardly
sluct
out
,
I
would
in
hell
,
From
this
sad
minute
,
still
the
day
of
doome
:
To
re-inspire
vaine
Aesculapius
.
And
fill
these
crimson
conduits
,
feele
the
fire
Due
to
the
damned
,
and
this
horrid
fact
Medina
Vpon
my
soule
,
braue
Spaniard
,
I
beleeue
thee
.
Sago
.
O
cease
to
weepe
in
blood
,
or
teach
me
too
,
The
bubbling
wounds
,
doe
murmure
for
reuenge
:
This
is
the
end
of
lust
,
where
men
may
see
,
Murders
the
shadow
of
Adulterie
:
And
followes
it
to
death
.
Medina
.
But
hopefull
Lord
,
we
doe
commiserate
,
Thy
bewitch't
fortunes
▪
a
free
pardon
giue
:
On
this
thy
true
and
noble
penitence
.
With
all
we
make
thee
Collonell
of
our
horse
;
Leuied
against
the
proud
Venecian
state
.
Sago
.
Medina
,
I
thanke
thee
not
,
giue
life
to
him
,
That
sits
with
Risus
,
and
the
full
cheek't
Bacchus
,
The
rich
and
mighty
Monarchs
of
the
earth
,
To
me
life
is
ten
times
more
terrible
,
Then
death
can
be
to
me
,
O
breake
my
breast
:
Diuines
and
dying
men
may
talke
of
hell
,
But
in
my
heart
the
seuerall
torments
dwell
.
What
Tanais
,
Nilus
?
or
what
Tioris
swift
?
What
Rhenus
ferier
then
the
Cataract
?
Although
Neptolis
cold
,
the
waues
of
all
the
northerne
sea
,
Should
flow
for
euer
,
through
these
guiltie
hands
,
Yet
the
sanguinolent
staine
would
extant
be
.
Medina
.
God
pardon
thee
,
we
doe
.
Enter
a
messenger
.
A
shoute
.
Messenger
.
The
Countesse
comes
my
Lord
,
vnto
the
death
:
But
so
vnwillingly
,
and
vnprepar'd
,
That
she
is
rather
forst
,
thinking
the
summe
She
sent
to
you
of
twenty
thousand
pound
,
Would
haue
assured
her
of
life
.
Medina
.
O
Heauens
!
Is
she
not
wearie
yet
of
lust
and
life
?
Had
it
been
Cressus
wealth
,
she
should
haue
died
;
Her
goods
by
law
,
are
all
confiscate
to
vs
,
And
die
shee
shall
:
her
lust
Would
make
a
slaughter
house
of
Italy
.
Ere
she
attain'd
to
foure
and
twenty
yeeres
,
Three
Earles
,
one
Vicount
,
and
this
valiant
Spaniard
,
Are
knowne
to
abeene
the
fuell
to
her
lust
:
Besides
her
secret
louers
,
which
charitably
I
iudge
to
haue
beene
but
few
,
but
some
they
were
.
Here
is
a
glasse
,
wherein
to
view
her
soule
,
A
Noble
,
but
vnfortunate
Gentleman
,
Cropt
by
her
hand
,
as
some
rude
passenger
Doth
pluck
the
tender
Roses
in
the
budde
,
Murder
and
lust
,
the
least
of
which
is
death
,
And
hath
she
yet
any
false
hope
of
breath
?
Enter
ISABELLA
,
with
her
haire
hanging
downe
,
a
chaplet
of
flowers
on
her
head
,
a
nosegay
in
her
hand
,
Executioner
before
her
,
and
with
her
a
Cardinall
Isabella
.
What
place
is
this
?
Cardin.
Madame
,
the
Castle
greene
.
Isab.
There
should
be
dancing
on
a
greene
I
thinke
.
Card.
Madame
:
to
you
none
other
then
your
dance
of
death
.
Isabell.
Good
my
Lord
Cardinall
doe
not
thunder
thus
,
I
sent
to day
to
my
Phisician
,
And
as
he
say's
he
findes
no
signe
of
death
,
Card.
Good
Madame
,
doe
not
iest
away
your
soule
▪
Isab.
O
seruant
,
how
hast
thou
betrai'd
my
life
?
To
Sago
.
Thou
art
my
dearest
louer
now
I
see
.
Thou
wilt
not
leaue
me
,
till
my
very
death
.
Bless't
be
thy
hand
,
I
sacrifice
a
kisse
To
it
and
vengeance
:
worthily
thou
didst
,
He
died
deseruedly
,
not
content
to
inioy
My
youth
and
beauty
,
riches
and
my
fortune
:
But
like
a
Chronicler
of
his
owne
vice
,
In
Epigrams
and
songs
,
he
run'd
my
name
,
Renown'd
me
for
a
Strumpet
in
the
Courts
,
Of
the
French
King
,
and
the
great
Emperor
.
Didst
thou
not
kill
him
druncke
.
Medina
.
O
shamelesse
woman
!
Isab.
Thou
shouldest
,
or
in
the
embraces
of
his
lust
,
It
might
haue
beene
a
womans
vengeance
.
Yet
I
thanke
thee
Sago
,
and
would
not
wish
him
liuing
Were
my
life
instant
ransome
.
Card.
O
Madame
:
in
your
soule
haue
charitie
.
Isab.
Ther's
money
for
the
poore
.
Giues
him
money
.
Card.
O
Lady
this
is
but
a
branch
of
charitie
,
An
ostentation
,
or
a
liberall
pride
:
Let
me
instruct
your
soule
,
for
that
,
I
feare
,
Within
the
painted
sepulcher
of
flesh
,
Lies
in
a
dead
consumption
:
good
Madame
,
read
,
giues
a
booke
.
Isab.
You
put
me
to
my
booke
my
Lord
,
will
not
that
saue
me
.
Card.
Yes
Madame
,
in
the
euerlasting
world
.
Sago
.
Amen
,
Amen
.
Isab.
While
thou
wert
my
seruant
,
thou
hast
euer
said
,
Amen
to
all
my
wishes
,
witnesse
this
spectacle
:
Wher's
my
Lord
Medina
?
Medina
.
Here
Isabella
.
What
would
you
?
Isab.
May
we
not
be
reprieu'd
?
Medina
.
Mine
honors
past
,
you
may
not
.
Isab.
No
,
tis
my
honor
past
,
Medina
.
Thine
honors
past
indeed
.
Isab.
Then
ther's
no
hope
of
absolute
remission
.
Medina
.
For
that
your
holy
Confessor
will
tell
you
,
Be
dead
to
this
world
,
for
I
sweare
you
dye
,
Were
you
my
fathers
daughter
.
Isab.
Can
you
doe
nothing
my
Lord
Cardinall
?
Card.
More
then
the
world
sweet
Lady
,
help
to
saue
What
hand
of
man
,
wants
power
to
destroy
.
Isab.
You'r
all
for
this
world
,
then
why
not
I
?
Were
you
in
health
and
youth
,
like
me
my
Lord
,
Although
you
merited
the
crowne
of
life
,
And
stood
in
state
of
grace
,
assur'd
of
it
:
Yet
in
this
fearefull
separation
,
Old
as
you
are
,
e'ne
till
your
latest
gaspe
,
You'd
craue
the
help
of
the
Phisition
:
And
wish
your
dayes
lengthn'd
one
summer
longer
,
Though
all
be
griefe
,
labour
and
misery
,
Yet
none
will
part
with
it
,
that
I
can
see
.
Medina
.
Vp
to
the
scaffold
with
her
,
'tis
late
.
Isab.
Better
late
then
neuer
my
good
Lord
you
thinke
:
You
vse
square
dealing
,
Medina's
mighty
Duke
:
Tyrant
of
France
,
sent
hither
by
the
diuell
.
She
ascends
the
Scaffold
.
Medina
.
The
fitter
to
meete
you
.
Card.
Peace
:
Good
my
Lord
in
death
doe
not
prouoke
her
.
Isab.
Seruant
low
as
my
destiny
I
kneele
to
thee
,
To
Sago
.
Honouring
in
death
,
thy
manly
loyaltie
:
And
what so e'er
become
of
my
poore
soule
,
The
ioyes
of
both
worlds
euermore
be
thine
.
Commend
me
to
the
Noble
Count
Guiaca
,
That
should
haue
shared
thy
valour
,
and
my
hatred
:
Tell
him
I
pray
his
pardon
,
and
Medina
,
art
yet
inspir'd
from
heau'n
,
Shew
thy
Creators
Image
:
be
like
him
,
Father
of
mercy
.
Medina
.
Head's
man
,
doe
thine
office
.
Isab.
Now
God
lay
all
thy
sinnes
vpon
thy
head
,
And
sinke
thee
with
them
,
to
infernall
darknesse
,
Thou
teacher
of
the
furies
cruelty
.
Card
O
Madame
:
teach
your selfe
a
better
prayer
,
This
is
your
latest
hower
.
Isab.
He
is
mine
enemie
,
his
sight
torments
me
,
I
shall
not
die
in
quiet
.
Med.
I'le
be
gone
:
off
with
her
head
there
.
Exit
.
Isab.
Tak'st
thou
delight
,
to
torture
misery
?
Such
mercie
finde
thou
in
the
day
of
doome
.
Sould.
My
Lord
:
here
is
a
holy
Frier
desires
,
Enter
Roberto
Count
of
Cipres
in
Friers
weeds
.
To
haue
some
conference
with
the
prisoners
.
Roberto
.
It
is
in
priuate
,
what
I
haue
to
say
,
With
fauour
of
your
father-hood
.
Card.
Frier
:
in
Gods
name
welcome
.
Roberto
ascends
to
Isabella
.
Rob.
Lady
:
it
seemes
your
eye
is
stil
the
same
,
Forgetfull
of
what
most
it
should
behold
,
Doe
not
you
know
me
then
?
Isab.
Holy
Sir
:
so
farre
you
are
gone
from
my
memorie
,
I
must
take
truce
with
time
,
ere
I
can
know
you
.
Robert.
Beare
record
all
,
you
blessed
Saints
in
heau'n
,
I
come
not
to
torment
thee
in
thy
death
:
For
of
himselfe
hee's
terrible
enough
,
But
call
to
minde
a
Ladie
like
your selfe
.
And
thinke
how
ill
in
such
a
beauteous
soule
,
Vpon
the
instant
morrow
of
her
nuptials
,
Apostasie
and
vilde
reuolt
would
shew
:
With
all
imagine
that
she
had
a
Lord
,
Iealous
,
the
Aire
should
rauish
her
chaste
lookes
:
Doating
like
the
creator
in
his
models
,
Who
viewes
them
euery
minute
,
and
with
care
,
Mixt
in
his
feare
of
their
obedience
to
him
.
Suppose
he
sung
through
famous
Italy
,
More
common
then
the
looser
songs
of
Petrarch
:
To
euery
seuerall
Zanies
instrument
,
And
he
poore
wretch
,
hoping
some
better
sate
,
Might
call
her
back
from
her
Adulterate
purpose
:
Liues
in
obscure
,
and
almost
vnknowne
life
,
Till
hearing
,
that
she
is
condemn'd
to
die
:
For
he
once
lou'd
her
,
lends
his
pined
corps
,
Motion
to
bring
him
to
her
stage
of
honour
Where
drown'd
in
woe
:
at
her
so
dismall
chance
,
He
claspes
her
:
thus
he
fals
into
a
trance
.
Isab.
O
my
offended
Lord
lift
vp
your
eyes
:
But
yet
auert
them
from
my
loathed
sight
.
Had
I
with
you
inioyed
the
lawfull
pleasure
,
To
which
belongs
,
nor
feare
,
nor
publike
shame
:
I
might
haue
liu'd
in
honour
,
died
in
fame
.
Your
pardon
on
my
faultring
knees
I
begge
:
Which
shall
confirme
more
peace
vnto
my
death
,
Then
all
the
graue
instructions
of
the
Church
.
Roberto
.
Pardon
belongs
vnto
my
holy
weeds
,
Freely
thou
hast
it
,
farewell
my
Isabella
.
Let
thy
death
ransome
thy
soule
,
O
die
a
rare
example
,
The
kisse
thou
gau'st
me
in
the
church
,
here
take
,
As
I
leaue
thee
,
so
thou
the
world
forsake
.
Exit
Roberto
.
Clarid.
Rare
accident
,
ill
welcome
noble
Lord
:
Madame
:
your
executioner
desires
you
to
forgiue
him
.
Isab.
Yes
and
giue
him
too
,
what
must
I
doe
my
friend
?
Executioner
.
Madame
:
onely
tie
vp
your
haire
.
Isabella
.
O
these
golden
nets
,
That
haue
insnar'd
so
many
wanton
youthes
,
Not
one
but
ha's
beene
held
a
thred
of
life
,
And
superstitiously
depended
on
,
Now
to
the
block
,
we
must
vaile
:
what
else
?
Executioner
.
Madame
:
I
must
intreat
you
blind
your
eyes
.
Isabella
.
I
haue
liued
too
long
in
darknesse
my
friend
:
And
yet
mine
eies
with
their
majesticque
light
,
Haue
got
new
Muses
,
in
a
Poets
spright
.
They
haue
beene
more
gazed
at
then
the
God
of
Day
:
Their
brightnes
neuer
could
be
flattered
,
Yet
thou
command'st
a
fixed
cloud
of
Lawne
,
To
Ecclipse
eternally
these
minutes
of
light
.
What
else
?
Executioner
.
Now
Madame
:
al's
done
,
And
when
you
please
,
I'le
execute
my
office
.
Isabella
.
We
will
be
for
thee
straight
.
Giue
me
your
blessing
my
Lord
Cardinall
:
Lord
,
I
am
well
prepar'd
:
Murder
and
lust
,
downe
with
my
ashes
sinke
.
But
like
ingratefull
seede
perish
in
earth
,
That
you
may
neuer
spring
against
my
soule
,
Like
weedes
to
choake
it
in
the
heauenly
haruest
,
I
fall
to
rise
,
mount
to
thy
maker
,
spirit
,
Leaue
here
thy
body
,
death
ha's
her
demerit
.
Strike
.
Cardin.
An
host
of
Angels
be
thy
conuey
hence
.
Medina
.
To
funerall
with
her
body
,
and
this
Lords
:
None
here
I
hope
can
taxe
vs
of
iniustice
:
She
died
deseruedly
,
and
may
like
fate
,
Attend
all
women
so
insatiate
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
Enter
AMAGO
the
Duke
,
the
Watch
and
Senators
.
Duke
I
am
amazed
at
this
maze
of
wonder
,
Wherein
no
thred
or
clue
presents
it selfe
,
To
winde
vs
from
the
obscure
passages
,
What
saies
my
Nephew
?
Watch.
Still
resolute
my
Lord
,
and
doth
confesse
the
theft
.
Duke
Wee'll
vse
him
like
a
fellon
,
cut
him
off
:
For
feare
he
doe
pollute
our
sounder
parts
.
Yet
why
should
he
steale
,
That
is
a
loaden
Vine
?
riches
to
him
,
Were
adding
sands
into
the
Libian
shore
,
Or
farre
lesse
charitie
:
what
say
the
other
prisoners
?
Watch.
Like
men
my
Lord
,
fit
for
the
other
world
,
They
tak't
vpon
their
death
,
they
slew
your
Nephew
.
Duke
.
And
he
is
yet
aliue
,
keepe
them
asunder
We
may
sent
out
the
wile
.
Enter
CLARIDIANA
and
ROGERO
bound
:
with
a
Frier
and
Officers
.
Rogero
.
My
friend
;
is
it
the
rigour
of
the
law
I
should
be
tied
thus
hard
,
Ile
vndergoe
it
:
If
not
,
prethee
then
slacken
;
yet
I
haue
deseru'd
it
,
This
murder
lies
heauie
on
my
conscience
.
Clarid.
Wedlocke
,
I
here's
my
wedlocke
;
O
whore
,
whore
,
whore
.
Frier
.
O
Sir
be
quallified
.
Clarid.
Sir
:
I
am
to
die
a
dogges
death
,
and
will
snarle
a
little
At
the
old
Segnior
,
you
are
onely
a
Parenthesis
,
Which
I
will
leaue
out
of
my
execrations
:
but
first
To
our
quondam
wiues
,
that
makes
vs
cry
our
Vowels
In
red
Capitall
letters
,
Jove
are
cuckolds
,
O
may
Bastard
bearing
with
the
panges
of
childbirth
,
be
Doubled
to
him
:
may
they
haue
euer
twins
And
be
three
weekes
in
trauell
betweene
,
may
they
be
,
So
Riuell'd
with
painting
by
that
time
they
are
thirty
,
that
it
May
be
held
a
worke
of
condigne
merit
But
to
looke
vpon
'em
,
may
they
liue
,
To
ride
in
triumph
in
a
Dung-cart
And
be
crown'd
with
al
the
odious
ceremonies
belonging
too
't
:
May
the
cucking
stoole
be
their
recreation
,
And
a
dungeon
their
dying
chamber
,
May
they
haue
nine
liues
like
a
Cat
,
to
endure
this
and
more
;
May
they
be
burnt
for
witches
of
a
sudden
,
And
lastly
,
may
the
opinion
of
Philosophers
Proue
true
,
that
women
haue
no
soules
.
Enter
THAIS
and
ABIGALL
.
Thais
.
What
husband
?
at
your
prayers
so
seriously
?
Clari.
Yes
:
a
few
orisons
;
Frier
,
thou
that
stand'st
betweene
The
soules
of
men
and
the
diuell
,
Keepe
these
female
spirits
away
,
Or
I
will
renounce
my
faith
else
.
Abig.
Oh
husband
,
I
little
thought
to
see
you
in
this
taking
.
Rogero
.
O
whore
,
I
little
thought
to
see
you
in
this
taking
,
I
am
gouernour
of
this
castle
of
cornets
,
My
graue
will
be
stumbl'd
at
,
thou
adultrat
whore
,
I
might
haue
liu'd
like
a
Marchant
.
Abig.
So
you
may
still
husband
.
Rogero
.
Peace
,
thou
art
verie
quicke
with
me
.
Abig.
I
by
my
faith
,
and
so
I
am
husband
,
Belike
you
know
I
am
with
child
.
Rogero
.
A
bastard
,
a
bastard
,
a
bastard
:
I
might
haue
liu'd
like
a
gentleman
,
And
now
I
must
die
like
a
Hanger
on
:
Shew
trickes
vpon
a
woodden
horse
,
And
runne
through
an
Alphabet
of
scuruie
faces
:
Doe
not
expect
a
good
looke
from
me
.
Abig.
O
mee
vnfortunate
!
Clarid.
O
to
thinke
whil'st
we
are
singing
the
last
Hymne
,
And
readie
to
be
turn'd
off
,
Some
new
tune
is
inuenting
,
by
some
Metermonger
,
To
a
scuruie
Ballad
of
our
death
.
Againe
at
our
funerall
Sermons
,
To
haue
the
Diuine
,
diuide
his
text
into
faire
branches
:
Oh
,
flesh
and
bloud
cannot
indure
it
,
Yet
I
will
take
it
patiently
like
a
graue
man
,
Hangman
,
tie
not
my
halter
of
a
true
louers
knot
,
I
shall
burst
it
if
thou
doost
.
Thais
.
Husband
,
I
doe
beseech
you
on
my
knees
,
I
may
but
speake
with
you
.
I'le
winne
your
pardon
,
Or
with
teares
like
Niobe
bedew
a.
Clarid.
Hold
thy
water
Crocodile
,
and
say
I
am
bound
To
doe
thee
no
harme
:
were
I
free
yet
I
could
not
Be
looser
then
thou
:
For
thou
art
a
whore
.
Agamemnons
daughter
that
was
sacrific'd
For
a
good
winde
,
felt
but
a
blast
of
the
torments
:
Thou
should'st
indure
,
I'de
make
thee
swownd
Oftner
,
then
that
fellow
that
by
his
continuall
practise
Hopes
to
become
Drum
Maior
.
What
saist
thou
to
tickling
to
death
with
bodkins
?
But
thou
hast
laught
too
much
at
me
alreadie
,
whore
.
Iustice
O
Duke
,
and
let
me
not
hang
in
suspence
.
Abig.
Husband
:
I'le
naile
me
to
the
earth
,
but
I'le
Winne
your
pardon
.
My
Iewels
,
iointure
,
all
I
haue
shall
flye
:
Apparell
,
bedding
,
I'le
not
leaue
a
Rugge
;
So
you
may
come
off
fairely
.
Clarid.
I'le
come
off
fairely
.
Then
beg
my
pardon
,
I
had
rather
Chirurgions
hall
should
begge
my
dead
bodie
For
an
Anatomie
,
then
thou
begge
my
life
:
Iustice
O
Duke
,
and
let
vs
die
.
Duke
.
Signior
,
thinke
,
and
dally
not
with
heauen
,
But
freely
tell
vs
,
did
you
doe
the
murther
?
Rogero
.
I
haue
confest
it
,
to
my
ghostly
father
,
And
done
the
Sacrament
of
penance
for
it
.
What
would
your
highnesse
more
?
Clar.
The
like
haue
I
,
what
would
your
highnesse
more
?
And
here
before
you
all
tak't
o'my
death
.
Duke
.
In
Gods
name
then
on
to
the
death
with
them
,
For
the
poore
widdowes
that
you
leaue
behinde
,
Though
by
the
law
,
their
goods
are
all
confiscate
,
Yet
wee'll
be
their
good
Lord
,
and
giue
'em
them
.
Clari.
Oh
hell
of
hels
.
Why
did
not
we
hire
some
villaine
to
fire
our
houses
?
Rog.
I
thought
not
of
that
,
my
minde
was
altogether
of
the
gallowes
.
Clar.
May
the
wealth
I
leaue
behinde
me
,
help
to
damne
her
,
And
as
the
cursed
fate
of
curtezan
,
What
she
gleanes
with
her
traded
art
,
May
one
as
a
most
due
plague
cheat
from
,
In
the
last
dotage
of
her
tired
lust
,
And
leaue
her
an
vnpittied
age
of
woe
.
Rogero
.
Amen
,
Amen
.
Watchm.
I
neuer
heard
men
pray
more
feruently
.
Rogero
.
O
that
a
man
had
the
instinct
of
a
Lyon
,
He
knowes
when
the
Lionesse
place
fals
to
him
:
But
these
solaces
,
these
women
,
They
bring
man
to
gray
haires
before
he
be
thirtie
.
Yet
they
cast
out
such
mistes
of
flatterie
from
their
breath
,
That
a
mans
lost
againe
:
sure
I
fell
into
my
marriage
bed
drunke
:
Like
the
Leopard
,
well
with
sober
eyes
would
I
had
auoided
it
;
Come
graue
and
hide
me
from
my
blasted
fame
;
Exeunt
Ambo
with
officers
.
O
that
thou
could'st
as
well
conceale
my
shame
.
Thais
.
Your
pardon
&
your
fauor
gracious
Duke
Women
kneele
.
At
once
we
doe
implore
,
that
haue
so
long
.
Deceiu'd
your
royall
expectation
,
Assur'd
that
the
Comick
knitting
vp
,
Will
moue
your
spleene
,
vnto
the
proper
vse
,
Of
mirth
,
your
naturall
inclination
:
And
wipe
away
the
watery
couloured
anger
,
From
your
inforced
cheeke
.
Faire
Lord
,
beguile
Them
and
your
saf't
,
with
a
pleasing
smile
.
Duke
.
Now
by
my
life
I
doe
,
faire
Ladies
rise
,
I
nee'r
did
purpose
any
other
end
,
To
them
and
these
designes
.
I
was
inform'd
,
Of
some
notorious
errour
,
as
I
sate
in
iudgement
.
And
doe
you
heare
?
these
night
workes
require
a
Cats
eyes
,
To
impierce
deiected
darknesse
:
call
back
the
prisoners
.
Clari.
Now
what
other
troubled
newes
,
Enter
Clarid.
and
Rogero
,
with
officers
.
That
we
must
back
thus
?
Ha's
any
Senator
beg'd
my
pardon
,
Vpon
my
wiues
prostitution
to
him
.
Rog.
What
a
spight's
this
,
I
had
kept
in
my
breath
of
purpose
Thinking
to
goe
away
the
quieter
,
and
must
we
now
backe
?
Duke
.
Since
you
are
to
die
,
wee'll
giue
you
winding
sheetes
,
Wherein
you
shall
be
shrouded
aliue
,
By
which
we
winde
out
all
these
miseries
.
Segnior
Rogero
,
bestow
a
while
your
eye
,
And
reade
here
of
your
true
wiues
chastity
.
Giues
him
a
Letter
.
Rog.
Chastitie
?
I
will
sooner
expect
a
Iesuites
recantation
:
Or
the
great
Turkes
conuersion
,
then
her
chastitie
.
Pardon
my
leige
,
I
will
not
trust
mine
eyes
:
Women
and
Diuels
,
will
deceiue
the
wise
.
Duke
.
The
like
Sir
is
apparant
on
your
side
.
To
tother
.
Clar.
Who
?
my
wife
?
chaste
?
ha's
your
grace
your
sense
,
I'le
sooner
beleeue
A
coniurer
may
say
his
prayers
with
zeale
,
Then
her
honestie
.
Had
she
been
an
Hermaphrodite
I
would
scarce
hath
giuen
credit
to
you
,
Let
him
that
hath
drunke
loue
drugs
trust
a
woman
,
By
heau'n
I
thinke
,
the
aire
is
not
more
common
.
Duke
.
Then
we
impose
a
strict
command
vpon
you
:
On
your
Allegeance
,
reade
what
there
is
writ
.
Clar.
A
writ
of
errour
,
on
my
life
my
liege
.
Duke
.
You'le
finde
it
so
I
feare
.
Cla.
What
haue
we
here
the
Art
of
Brachigraphy
?
Lookes
ont
▪
Thais
.
Hee's
stung
already
,
as
if
his
eyes
were
turn'd
on
Persies
shield
.
There
motion
is
fixt
,
like
to
the
poole
of
Stix
.
Abig.
Yonders
our
flames
,
and
from
the
hollow
Arches
,
Of
his
quick
eyes
,
comes
commet
traines
of
fire
:
Bursting
like
hidden
furies
,
from
their
Canes
,
Reades
.
Your's
till
he
sleepe
,
the
sleepe
of
all
The
world
,
Rogero
.
Rogero
.
Marry
and
that
Lethergie
seize
you
,
reade
againe
.
Clar.
Thy
seruant
so
made
by
his
stars
,
Rogero
.
Reads
againe
.
A
fire
on
your
wandring
starres
Rogero
.
Rog.
Sathan
,
why
hast
thou
tempted
my
wife
?
To
Clarid.
Cla.
Peace
,
seducer
,
I
am
branded
in
the
forehead
With
your
starre-marke
.
May
the
starres
drop
vpon
thee
,
And
with
their
sulphure
vapours
choake
thee
,
ere
thou
Come
at
the
gallowes
.
Rogero
.
Stretch
not
my
patience
Mahomet
.
Clarid.
Termagant
that
will
stretch
thy
patience
.
Rogero
.
Had
I
knowne
this
I
would
haue
poison'd
thee
in
the
Chalice
,
This
morning
,
when
we
receaued
the
Sacrament
.
Clari.
Slaue
,
knowst
thou
this
?
tis
an
Appendix
to
the
Letter
,
But
the
greater
temptation
is
hidden
within
.
I
will
scowre
thy
gorge
like
a
Hawke
:
thou
shalt
swallow
thine
owne
stone
in
this
letter
,
They
bustle
.
Seal'd
and
deliuered
in
the
presence
of
.
Duke
.
Keepe
them
asunder
,
list
to
vs
,
we
command
.
Clari.
O
violent
villayne
,
is
not
thy
hand
hereto
?
And
writ
in
bloud
to
shew
thy
raging
lust
?
Thais
.
Spice
of
a
new
halter
,
when
you
go
a
ranging
thus
like
Deuills
,
would
you
might
burne
for't
as
they
doe
.
Rogero
.
Thus
tis
to
lye
with
another
mans
wife
:
He
shalbe
sure
to
heare
on't
againe
.
But
we
are
friends
,
sweet
ducke
,
kisse
her
.
And
this
shall
be
my
maxime
all
my
life
,
MAN
neuer
happy
is
till
in
a
wife
.
Clari.
Here
sunke
our
hate
lower
then
any
whirlepoole
.
And
this
chaste
kisse
I
giue
thee
for
thy
care
.
kisse
.
That
fame
of
women
full
as
wise
as
faire
.
Duke
.
You
haue
saued
vs
a
labour
in
your
loue
.
But
Gentlemen
,
why
stood
you
so
prepostrously
?
Would
you
haue
headlong
runne
to
Infamy
,
In
so
defam'd
a
death
?
Rogero
.
O
my
Liege
,
I
had
rather
rore
to
death
with
Phaleris
Bull
,
then
Darius-like
,
to
haue
one
of
my
wings
extend
to
Atlas
,
the
other
to
Europa
.
What
is
a
Cuckold
learne
of
me
,
Few
can
tell
his
pedigree
,
Nor
his
subtill
nature
conster
,
Borne
a
man
,
but
dyes
a
monster
.
Yet
great
Antiquaryes
say
,
They
spring
from
our
Methusala
,
Who
after
Noahs
flood
was
found
,
To
haue
his
Crest
with
branches
crown'd
.
God
in
Edens
happy
shade
,
This
same
creature
made
.
Then
to
cut
off
all
mistaking
,
Cuckolds
are
of
womens
making
.
From
whose
snares
,
good
Lord
deliuer
vs
.
Clari.
Amen
,
Amen
.
Before
I
would
proue
a
Cuckold
,
I
would
indure
a
winters
Pilgrimage
in
the
Frozen
Zone
,
Goe
starke
naked
through
Muscouia
,
where
the
Climate
is
degrees
colder
then
Ice
.
And
thus
much
to
all
marryed
men
.
Now
I
see
great
reason
why
Loue
should
mary
ielousie
:
Since
mans
best
of
life
is
fame
,
He
had
neede
preserue
the
same
.
When
tis
in
a
womans
keeping
,
Let
not
Argos
eyes
be
sleeping
.
The
poxe
is
vnto
Panders
giuen
By
the
better
powers
of
heauen
.
That
contaynes
pure
chastity
,
And
each
Virgin
soueraignety
,
Wantonly
she
op't
and
lost
:
Gift
whereof
,
a
God
might
boast
.
Therefore
shouldst
thou
Diana
wed
,
Yet
be
iealous
of
her
bed
.
Duke
.
Night
,
like
a
Masque
,
is
entred
heauens
great
hall
,
With
thousand
Torches
vshering
the
way
:
To
Risus
will
wee
consecrate
this
Euening
,
Like
Missermis
cheating
of
the
brack
.
Weele
make
this
night
the
day
.
Faire
ioyes
befall
Vs
and
our
Actions
.
Are
you
pleased
all
?
Exeunt
omnes
.