ACTVS
PRIMVS
,
SCAENA
PRIMA
.
Enter
Strozza
,
Cynanche
,
and
Pogio.
Strozza
.
HAste
nephew
,
what
,
a
sluggard
?
Fie
for
shame
,
Shal
he
that
was
our
morning
Cock
,
turn
Owle
,
And
locke
out
day
light
from
his
drowsie
eies
?
Pog.
Pray
pardon
mee
for
once
,
lord
vnkle
,
for
Ile
bee
sworne
,
I
had
such
a
dreame
this
morning
:
me thought
one
came
with
a
commission
to
take
a
Sorrell
curtoll
,
that
was
stolne
from
him
,
wheresoeuer
hee
could
find
him
.
And
because
I
feared
he
would
lay
claime
to
my
sorrell
curtoll
in
my
stable
I
ran
to
the
Smith
to
haue
him
set
on
his
mane
againe
,
and
his
taile
presently
,
that
the
Commission-man
might
not
thinke
him
a
curtoll
.
And
when
the
Smith
would
not
doe
it
,
I
fell
a
beating
of
him
,
so
that
I
could
not
wake
for
my
life
til
I
was
reuenged
on
him
.
Cyn.
This
is
your
old
valure
nephew
,
that
will
fight
sleeping
as
well
as
waking
.
Pog.
Slud
Aunt
,
what
if
my
dreame
had
beene
true
(
as
it
might
haue
beene
for
any
thing
I
knew
)
there's
neuer
a
smith
in
Italie
,
shall
make
an
Asse
of
me
in
my
sleepe
,
if
I
can
chuse
.
Stroz.
Well
said
,
my
furious
nephew
:
but
I
see
You
quite
forget
that
we
must
rowse
to day
The
sharp-tuskt
Bore
:
and
blaze
our
huntsmanship
before
the
duke
.
Pog.
Forget
Lord
vncle
?
I
hope
not
;
you
thinke
belike
my
wittes
are
as
brittle
as
a
Beetle
,
or
as
skittish
as
your
Barbarie
Mare
:
one
cannot
crie
weh●
,
but
straight
shee
cries
tihi
.
Stro.
Well
ghest
coosen
Hysteron
Proteron
.
Pog.
But
which
way
will
the
dukes
grace
hunt
to day
?
Stro.
Toward
Count
Lassos
house
his
Grace
will
hunt
,
Where
he
will
visit
his
late
honourd
mistresse
.
Pog.
Who
Ladie
Margaret
,
that
deare
yong
dame
?
Will
his
antiquitie
,
neuer
leane
his
iniquitie
?
Cyn.
Why
how
now
nephew
?
turnd
Parnassus
lately
?
Pog.
Nassus
?
I
know
not
:
but
I
would
I
had
all
the
dukes
liuing
for
her
sake
,
Ide
make
him
a
poore
duke
ifaith
.
Stro.
No
doubt
of
that
,
if
thou
hadst
all
his
liuing
.
Pog.
I
would
not
stand
dreaming
of
the
matter
as
I
do
now
.
Cyn.
Why
how
doe
you
dreame
nephew
?
Pog.
Mary
all
last
night
me thought
I
was
tying
her
shoo-string
.
Stro.
What
all
night
tying
her
shoostring
?
Pog.
I
that
I
was
,
and
yet
I
tied
it
not
neither
;
for
as
I
was
tying
it
,
the
string
broke
me thought
,
and
then
me thought
,
hauing
but
one
poynt
at
my
hose
,
me thought
,
I
gaue
her
that
to
tie
her
shoo
with
all
.
Cyn.
A
poynt
of
much
kindnesse
I
assure
you
.
Pog.
Whervpon
,
in
the
verie
nicke
me thought
the
Count
came
rushing
in
,
and
I
ranne
rushing
out
,
with
my
heeles
about
my
hose
for
haste
.
Stro.
So
,
will
you
leaue
your
dreaming
,
and
dispatch
?
Pog.
Mum
,
not
a
worde
more
,
Ile
goe
before
,
and
ouertake
you
presently
.
Exit
.
Cyn.
My
Lord
I
fancie
not
these
hunting
sports
,
When
the
bold
game
you
follow
turnes
againe
,
And
stares
you
in
the
face
:
let
me
behold
A
cast
of
Faulcons
on
their
merry
wings
,
Daring
the
stooped
prey
,
that
shifting
flies
:
Or
let
me
view
the
fearefull
Hare
or
Hinde
,
To●t
like
a
musicke
point
with
harmonie
Of
well
mouthed
hounds
.
This
is
a
sport
for
Princes
,
The
other
rude
Boares
yeeld
fit
game
for
Boores
.
Stro.
Thy
timorous
spirit
blinds
thy
iudgement
,
wife
,
Those
are
most
royall
sports
that
most
approue
The
huntsmans
prowesse
,
and
his
hardie
minde
.
Cyn.
My
Lord
,
I
know
too
well
your
vertuous
spirit
,
Take
heede
for
Gods
loue
if
you
rowse
the
Bore
,
You
come
not
neere
him
,
but
discharge
aloofe
Your
wounding
Pistoll
,
or
well
aymed
Dart
.
Stro.
I
Mary
wife
this
counsaile
rightly
flowes
Out
of
thy
bosome
,
pray
thee
take
lesse
care
,
Let
Ladies
at
their
tables
iudge
of
Bores
,
Lords
in
the
field
:
And
so
farewell
sweete
loue
;
Faile
not
to
meete
me
at
Earle
Lassos
house
.
Cyn.
Pray
pardon
me
for
that
:
you
know
I
loue
not
These
solemne
meetings
.
Stro.
You
must
needes
,
for
once
Constraine
your
disposition
;
and
indeede
I
would
acquaint
you
more
with
Ladie
Margaret
,
For
speciall
reason
.
Cyn.
Very
good
,
my
Lord
.
Then
I
must
needes
go
fit
me
for
that
presence
.
Stro.
I
pray
thee
doe
,
farewell
.
Exit
Cyn.
Here
comes
my
friend
.
Enter
Uincentio
.
Good
day
my
Lord
;
why
does
your
grace
confront
So
cleare
a
morning
with
so
clowdie
lookes
?
Vin.
Ask'st
thou
my
griefes
,
that
knowst
my
desprate
loue
Curbd
by
my
fathers
sterne
realitie
:
Must
not
I
mourne
that
know
not
whether
yet
I
shall
enioy
a
stepdame
or
a
wife
?
Stro.
A
wife
prince
,
neuer
doubt
it
;
your
deserts
And
youthfull
graces
haue
engag'd
so
farre
,
The
beauteous
Margaret
,
that
she
is
your
owne
.
Vin.
O
but
the
eie
of
watchfull
iealousie
Robs
my
desires
of
meanest
inioy
her
fauour
.
Stro.
Despaire
not
:
there
are
meanes
enow
for
you
,
Suborne
some
seruant
of
some
good
respect
,
Thats
neere
your
choice
,
who
though
she
needs
no
wooing
,
May
yet
imagine
you
are
to
begin
,
Your
strange
yong
loue
sute
,
and
so
speake
for
you
,
Beare
your
kind
letters
,
and
get
safe
accesse
.
All
which
when
he
shall
do
;
you
neede
not
feare
His
trustie
secrecie
,
because
he
dares
not
Reueale
escapes
,
where
of
himselfe
is
Author
,
Whom
you
may
best
attempt
,
she
must
reueale
;
For
if
she
loues
you
,
she
already
knowes
,
And
in
an
instant
can
resolue
you
that
.
Vin.
And
so
she
will
,
I
doubt
not
:
would
to
heauen
I
had
fit
time
,
euen
now
to
know
her
minde
:
This
counsaile
feedes
my
heart
with
much
sweet
hope
.
Stro.
Pursue
it
then
;
t'will
not
be
hard
t'effect
:
The
Duke
haz
none
for
him
,
but
Medice
That
fustian
Lord
,
who
in
his
buckram
face
,
Bewraies
,
in
my
conceit
,
a
map
of
basenesse
.
Vin.
I
,
theres
a
parcell
of
vnconstrued
stuffe
,
That
vnknowne
Minion
raisde
to
honours
height
,
Without
the
helpe
of
Vertue
,
or
of
Art
,
Or
(
to
say
true
)
nay
of
honest
part
:
O
how
she
shames
my
father
!
he
goes
like
A
Princes
foote-man
,
in
old
fashioned
silkes
,
And
most
times
,
in
his
hose
and
dublet
onely
,
So
miserable
,
that
his
owne
few
men
Doe
beg
by
vertue
of
his
liuerie
;
For
he
giues
none
for
any
seruice
done
him
,
Or
any
honour
,
any
least
reward
.
Stro.
Tis
pittie
such
should
liue
about
a
Prince
:
I
would
haue
such
a
noble
counterfet
,
nailde
Vpon
the
Pillory
,
and
after
,
whipt
For
his
adultery
with
nobilitie
,
Vin.
Faith
I
would
faine
disgrace
him
by
all
meanes
,
As
enemy
to
his
base-bred
ignorance
,
That
being
a
great
Lord
,
cannot
write
nor
reade
.
Stro.
For
that
,
weelle
follow
the
blinde
side
of
him
,
And
make
it
sometimes
subiect
of
our
mirth
.
Enter
Pogioposte
.
Vin.
See
,
what
newes
with
your
Nephew
Pogio
?
Stro.
None
good
I
warrant
you
.
Pog.
Where
should
I
finde
my
Lord
Vnckle
?
Stro.
Whats
the
huge
haste
with
you
?
Pog.
O
ho
,
you
will
hunt
to day
.
Stro.
I
hope
I
will
.
Pog.
But
you
may
hap
to
hop
without
your
hope
:
for
the
truth
is
,
Kilbucke
is
runne
mad
.
Stro.
Whats
this
?
Pog.
Nay
,
t'is
true
sir
:
and
Kilbucke
being
runne
mad
,
bit
Ringwood
so
by
the
left
buttocke
,
you
might
haue
turnd
your
nose
in
it
.
Vin.
Out
Asse
.
Pog.
By
heauen
you
might
my
Lord
:
d'ee
thinke
I
he
?
Vin.
Zwoundes
,
might
I
?
lets
blanket
him
my
Lord
:
a
blanket
heere
.
Pog.
Nay
,
good
my
Lord
Vincentio
,
by
this
rush
I
tell
you
for
good
will
:
and
Venus
your
brache
there
,
runnes
so
prowd
,
that
your
Hunts
man
cannot
take
her
downe
for
his
life
.
Stro.
Take
her
vp
foole
,
thou
wouldst
say
.
Pog.
Why
sir
,
he
would
soone
take
her
down
and
he
could
take
her
vp
I
warrant
her
.
Uin.
Well
said
,
ham
mer
,
hammer
.
Po.
Nay
,
good
now
lets
alone
,
and
theres
your
horse
,
Gray
Strozza
too
haz
the
staggers
,
and
haz
strooke
bay
.
Bettrice
,
your
Barbary
mare
so
,
that
shee
goes
halting
a
this
fashion
,
most
filthily
.
Stro.
What
poison
blisters
thy
vnhappy
tongue
Euermore
braying
forth
vnhappy
newes
,
Our
hunting
sport
is
at
the
best
my
Lord
:
How
shall
I
satisfie
the
Duke
your
father
,
Defrauding
him
of
his
expected
sport
?
See
,
see
,
he
comes
.
Enter
Alphonso
,
Medice
,
Sarpego
,
with
attendants
.
Alph.
Is
this
the
copie
of
the
speech
you
wrote
,
Signieur
Sarpego
?
Sar.
It
is
a
blaze
of
wit
pocticall
,
Reade
it
,
braue
Duke
,
with
eyes
pathetical
.
Alp.
We
will
peruse
it
strait
:
well
met
Vincentio
,
And
good
Lord
Strozza
,
we
commend
you
both
For
your
attendance
:
but
you
must
conceiue
,
Tis
no
true
hunting
we
intend
to day
,
But
an
inducement
to
a
certaine
shew
,
Wherewith
we
will
present
our
beateous
loue
,
And
therein
we
bespeake
your
company
.
Vin.
We
both
are
ready
to
attend
your
Highnesse
.
Alp.
See
then
,
heere
is
a
Poeme
that
requires
Your
worthy
censures
;
offerd
if
it
like
To
furnish
our
intended
amorous
shew
:
Reade
it
Uincentio
.
Vin.
Pardon
me
my
Lord
,
Lord
Medices
reading
,
will
expresse
it
better
,
Med.
My
patience
can
digest
your
scoffes
my
Lord
.
I
care
not
to
proclaime
it
to
the
world
:
I
can
nor
write
,
nor
reade
;
and
what
of
that
?
I
can
both
see
and
heare
,
as
well
as
you
.
Alp.
Still
are
your
wits
at
warre
:
heere
,
read
this
poeme
.
Vin.
The
red
fac'd
Sunne
hath
firkt
the
flundering
shades
,
And
cast
bright
ammell
on
Auroraes
brow
.
Alp.
High
words
and
strange
:
Reade
on
Vincentio
.
Vin.
The
busky
groues
that
gag-tooth'd
boares
do
shrowd
With
cringle crangle
hornes
do
ring
alowd
.
Pog.
My
Lord
,
my
Lord
,
I
haue
a
speech
heere
worth
ten
of
this
,
and
yet
Ile
mend
it
too
.
Alp.
How
likes
Vincentio
?
Vin.
It
is
strangely
good
,
No
inkehorne
euer
did
bring
forth
the
like
,
Could
these
braue
prancing
words
with
Actions
spurre
,
Be
ridden
throughly
,
and
managed
right
,
T'would
fright
the
audience
,
and
perhaps
delight
.
Sarp.
Doubt
you
of
action
sir
?
Vin.
I
,
for
such
stuffe
.
Sarp.
Then
know
my
Lord
,
I
can
both
act
and
teach
To
any
words
;
when
I
in
Padua
schoolde
it
,
I
plaid
in
one
of
Plautus
Comedies
,
Namely
,
Curculto
,
where
his
part
I
acted
,
Proiecting
from
the
poore
summe
of
foure
lines
,
Forty
faire
actions
.
Alp.
Lets
see
that
I
pray
.
Sarp.
Your
Highnesse
shall
commaund
,
But
pardon
me
,
if
in
my
actions
heate
Entering
in
post
post
haste
I
chaunce
to
take
vp
Some
of
your
honord
heels
;
Po.
Y'ad
best
leaue
out
that
action
for
a
thing
that
I
know
sir
.
Sarp.
Then
shal
you
see
what
I
can
do
without
it
.
Alp.
See
see
,
he
hath
his
furniture
and
all
.
Sarp.
You
must
imagine
,
Lords
,
I
bring
good
newes
,
Whereof
being
princely
prowd
I
scowre
the
streete
And
ouer-tumble
euery
man
I
meete
.
Exit
Sarp.
Pog.
Beshrew
my
heart
if
he
take
vp
my
heeles
.
Enter
Sarp.
Sarp.
Date
viam
mihi
Noti
,
atque
Ignoti
.
Dum
ego
,
hîc
,
officium
meum
facio
.
Fugite
omnes
atque
abite
,
&
de
via
secedite
,
ne
quem
in
cursu
;
aut
capite
,
aut
cubito
,
aut
pectore
offendam
,
aut
genu
.
Alp.
Thankes
good
Seigneur
Sarpego
.
How
like
you
Lords
,
this
stirring
action
?
Stro.
In
a
cold
morning
it
were
good
my
Lord
.
But
something
harshe
vpon
repletion
.
Sarp.
Sir
I
haue
ventred
,
being
enioynde
to
eate
Three
schollers
commons
,
and
yet
drewe
it
neate
.
Pogio.
Come
sir
,
you
meddle
in
too
many
matters
;
let
vs
I
pray
tend
on
our
owne
shew
at
my
lord
Lassos
.
Sarp.
Doing
obeisance
then
to
euery
lord
I
now
consorte
you
sir
euen
toto
corde
.
Exit
.
Sarp.
&
Pog.
Med.
My
lord
,
away
with
these
scholastique
wits
,
Lay
the
inuention
of
your
speech
on
me
,
And
the
performance
too
;
ile
play
my
parte
,
that
you
shall
say
,
Nature
yeelds
more
then
Art
.
Alp.
Bee't
so
resolu'd
;
vnartificiall
truth
An
vnfaind
passion
can
descipher
best
.
Vin.
But
t'wil
be
hard
my
lord
,
for
one
vnlearnd
.
Med.
Vnlearnd
?
I
cry
you
mercie
sir
;
vnlearnd
?
Vin.
I
meane
,
vntaught
my
lord
,
to
make
a
speech
,
As
a
pretended
Actor
,
without
close
,
More
gratious
then
your
doublet
and
your
hose
.
Alph.
What
,
think
you
sonne
we
meane
t'expresse
a
speech
Of
speciall
weight
without
a
like
attire
?
Vin.
Excuse
me
then
my
lord
;
so
stands
it
well
.
Stro.
Haz
brought
them
rarely
in
,
to
pageant
him
.
Med.
What
;
thinke
you
lord
;
we
thinke
not
of
attire
?
Can
we
not
make
vs
ready
at
this
age
?
Stro.
Alas
my
lord
,
your
wit
must
pardon
his
.
Vin.
I
hope
it
will
,
his
wit
is
pittyfull
.
Stro.
I
pray
stand
by
my
Lord
;
y'are
troublesome
.
Vin.
To
none
but
you
;
am
I
to
you
my
Lord
?
Med.
Not
vnto
mee
.
Vin.
Why
then
you
wrong
me
Strozza
.
Med.
Nay
,
fall
not
out
my
Lords
.
Stro.
May
I
not
know
What
your
speech
is
my
Liege
?
Alp.
None
but
my selfe
,
and
the
Lord
Medice
.
Med.
No
,
pray
my
Lord
Let
none
partake
with
vs
.
Alp.
No
be
assur'd
,
But
for
another
cause
;
a
word
Lord
Strozza
,
I
tell
you
true
,
I
feare
Lord
Medice
Will
scarce
discharge
the
speach
effectually
:
As
we
goe
therefore
,
ile
explaine
to
you
My
whole
intent
;
that
you
may
second
him
If
neede
and
his
debilitie
require
.
Stro.
Thanks
for
this
grace
my
Liege
.
Vincentio
ouerheares
.
Med.
My
Lord
;
your
sonne
.
Alp.
Why
how
now
sonne
?
forbeare
;
yet
tis
no
matter
Wee
talke
of
other
businesse
Medice
And
come
,
we
will
prepare
vs
to
our
shew
.
Exeunt
.
Stro.
Vin.
Which
as
we
can
,
weele
cast
to
ouerthrow
.
Enter
Lasso
,
Corteza
,
Margaret
,
Bassiolo
,
Sarpego
,
two
Pages
,
Bassiolo
bare
before
.
Bas.
Stand
by
there
,
make
place
.
Lass.
Saie
now
Bassiolo
;
you
on
whom
relies
The
generall
disposition
of
my
house
,
In
this
our
preparation
,
for
the
Duke
Are
all
our
officers
at
large
instructed
,
For
fit
discharge
of
their
peculiar
places
?
Bass.
At
large
my
lord
instructed
.
Lass.
Are
all
our
chambers
hung
?
Thinke
you
our
house
amplie
capacious
to
lodge
all
the
traine
?
Bass.
Amply
capacious
:
I
am
passing
glad
.
And
now
then
to
our
mirth
and
musicall
shew
,
Which
after
supper
we
intend
t'indure
,
Welcomes
cheefe
dainties
:
for
choice
cates
at
home
,
Euer
attend
on
Princes
;
mirth
abroad
,
Are
all
parts
perfect
.
Sarp.
One
I
know
there
is
.
Lass.
And
that
is
yours
.
Sarp.
Well
guest
in
earnest
Lord
,
I
neede
not
erubescere
,
to
take
So
much
vpon
me
:
That
my
backe
will
beare
.
Bass.
Nay
,
he
will
be
perfection
it selfe
,
For
wording
well
,
and
dexterous
action
too
.
Lass.
And
will
these
waggish
pages
,
hit
their
songs
?
2
Pag.
Remi
fa
solla
?
Lass.
O
they
are
practising
;
good
boyes
,
well
done
;
But
where
is
Pogio
?
there
y'are
ouershot
.
To
lay
a
capitall
part
vpon
his
braine
,
Whose
absence
tells
me
plainely
hee'le
neglect
him
.
Bass.
O
no
my
Lord
,
he
dreames
of
nothing
else
,
And
giues
it
out
in
wagers
,
hee'le
excell
;
And
see
,
(
I
told
your
Lo
:
)
he
is
come
.
Enter
Pogio.
Pog.
How
now
my
Lord
,
haue
you
borrowed
a
Snite
for
me
:
Seigneur
Bassiolo
,
can
all
say
,
are
all
things
ready
?
the
Duke
is
hard
by
,
and
little
thinks
that
Ile
be
an
Actor
ifaith
,
I
keepe
all
close
my
Lord
.
Lass.
O
,
tis
well
done
,
call
all
the
Ladies
in
,
Sister
and
daughter
,
come
,
for
Gods
sake
come
,
Prepare
your
courtliest
carriage
for
the
Duke
.
Enter
Corte
,
Margarite
,
and
maide
.
Corte
And
Neece
,
in
any
case
remember
this
,
Praise
the
old
man
,
and
when
you
see
him
first
,
Looke
me
on
none
but
him
,
smiling
and
louingly
:
And
then
,
when
he
comes
neere
,
make
beisance
low
,
With
both
your
hands
thus
mouing
,
which
not
onely
Is
as
t'were
courtly
,
and
most
comely
too
,
But
speakes
(
as
who
should
say
)
come
hither
Duke
;
And
yet
saies
nothing
,
but
you
may
denie
.
Lass.
Well
taught
sister
.
Mar.
I
,
and
to
much
end
:
I
am
exceeding
fond
to
humour
him
.
Lass.
Harke
,
does
he
come
with
musicke
?
what
,
and
bound
?
An
amorous
deuice
:
daughter
,
obserue
.
Enter
Enchanter
,
with
spirits
singing
;
after
them
;
Medice
,
like
Syluanus
,
next
the
Duke
bound
,
Vincentio
,
Strozza
,
with
other
.
Vin.
Now
lets
gull
Medice
,
I
doe
not
doubt
,
But
this
attire
put
on
,
will
put
him
out
.
Stro.
Weele
doe
our
best
to
that
end
,
therefore
marke
.
Ench.
Lady
,
or
Princesse
,
both
your
choice
commands
.
These
spirits
and
I
,
all
seruants
of
your
beautie
,
Present
this
royall
captiue
to
your
mercie
.
Mar.
Captiue
to
mee
a
subiect
.
Vin.
I
,
faire
Nimph
;
And
how
the
worthy
mystery
befell
Syluanus
heere
,
this
woodden
god
can
tell
.
Alp.
Now
my
Lord
.
Vin.
Now
is
the
time
man
,
speake
.
Med.
Peace
.
Alp.
Peace
Vincentio
.
Vin.
Swonds
my
Lord
,
Shall
I
stand
by
and
suffer
him
to
shame
you
?
My
Lord
Medice
?
Stro.
Will
you
not
speake
my
Lord
?
Med.
How
can
I
?
Vin.
But
you
must
speake
in
earnest
:
Would
not
your
Highnesse
haue
him
speake
my
Lord
?
Med.
Yes
,
and
I
will
speake
,
and
perhaps
speake
so
,
As
you
shall
neuer
mend
:
I
can
I
know
.
Vin.
Doe
then
my
good
Lord
.
Alp.
Medice
,
forth
.
Med.
Goddesse
,
faire
goddesse
,
for
no
lesse
,
no
lesse
.
Alp.
No
.
lesse
,
no
lesse
?
no
more
,
no
more
:
speake
you
.
Med.
Swounds
they
haue
put
me
out
.
Vin.
Laugh
your
faire
goddesse
,
This
nobleman
disdaines
to
be
your
foole
.
Alp.
Vincentio
,
peace
.
Vin.
Swounds
my
Lord
,
it
is
as
good
a
shew
:
Pray
speake
Lord
Strozza
.
Stroz.
Honourable
dame
.
Vin.
Take
heede
you
be
not
out
I
pray
my
Lord
.
Stro.
I
pray
forbeare
my
Lord
Vincentio
:
How
this
destressed
Prince
came
thus
inthralde
,
I
must
relate
with
words
of
height
and
wonder
:
His
Grace
this
morning
visiting
the
woods
,
And
straying
farre
,
to
finde
game
for
the
Chase
,
At
last
,
out
of
a
mirtle
groue
he
rowsde
A
vast
and
dreadfull
Boare
,
so
sterne
and
fierce
,
As
if
the
Feend
fell
Crueltie
her selfe
Had
come
to
fright
the
woods
in
that
strange
shape
.
Alp.
Excellent
good
.
Vin.
Too
good
a
plague
on
him
.
Stro.
The
princely
Sauage
being
thus
on
foote
,
Tearing
the
earth
vp
with
his
thundering
hoofe
,
And
with
the'nragde
Aetna
of
his
breath
.
Firing
the
ayre
,
and
scorching
all
the
woods
,
Horror
held
all
vs
Huntsmen
from
pursuit
,
Onely
the
Duke
incenst
with
our
cold
feare
,
Incouragde
like
a
second
Hercules
.
Vin.
Zwounds
,
too
good
man
.
Stro.
Pray
thee
let
me
alone
:
And
like
the
English
signe
of
great
Saint
George
.
Vin.
Plague
of
that
Simile
.
Stro.
Gaue
valorous
example
,
and
like
fire
,
Hunted
the
monster
close
,
and
chargde
so
fierce
,
That
he
inforc'd
him
(
as
our
sence
conceiu'd
)
To
leape
for
soile
into
a
cristall
spring
,
Where
on
the
suddaine
strangely
vanishing
,
Nimph-like
for
him
,
out
of
the
waues
arose
Your
sacred
figure
like
Diana
armde
,
And
(
as
in
purpose
of
the
beasts
reuenge
)
Dischargde
an
arrow
through
his
Highnesse
breast
,
Whence
yet
no
wound
or
any
blood
appearde
:
With
which
,
the
angry
shadow
left
the
light
:
And
this
Enchanter
with
his
power
of
spirits
,
Brake
from
a
caue
,
scattering
enchanted
sounds
,
That
strooke
vs
sencelesse
,
while
in
these
strange
bands
,
These
cruell
spirits
thus
inchainde
his
armes
,
And
led
him
captiue
to
your
heauenly
eyes
,
Th'intent
whereof
on
their
report
relies
.
En.
Bright
Nimph
,
that
Boare
figur'd
your
crueltie
,
Chared
by
loue
,
defended
by
your
beautie
.
This
amorous
Huntsman
heere
,
we
thus
inthral'd
,
As
the
attendants
on
your
Graces
charmes
,
And
brought
him
hither
by
your
bounteous
hands
.
To
be
releast
,
or
liue
in
endlesse
bands
.
Lass.
Daughter
,
release
the
Duke
:
alas
my
Liege
.
What
meant
your
Highnesse
to
indure
this
wrong
?
Co.
Enlarge
him
Neece
,
come
dame
,
it
must
be
so
.
Mar.
What
Madam
,
shall
I
arrogate
so
much
?
Lass.
His
Highnesse
pleasure
is
to
grace
you
so
.
Alp.
Performe
it
then
sweete
loue
,
it
is
a
deede
Worthy
the
office
of
your
honor'd
hand
.
Mar.
Too
worthie
I
confesse
my
Lord
for
me
,
If
it
were
serious
:
but
it
is
in
sport
,
And
women
are
fit
Actors
for
such
pageants
.
Alp.
Thanks
gracious
loue
;
why
made
you
strange
of
this
?
I
rest
no
lesse
your
captiue
then
before
,
For
me
vntying
,
you
haue
tied
me
more
.
Thanks
Strozza
for
your
speech
,
no
thanks
to
you
.
Med.
No
,
thanke
your
sonne
my
Lord
.
Lass.
T'was
very
well
,
Exceeding
well
performed
on
euery
part
,
How
say
you
Bassiolo
?
Bass.
Rare
I
protest
my
Lord
.
Cor.
O
,
my
Lord
Medice
became
it
rarely
,
Me thought
I
likde
his
manlie
being
out
;
It
becomes
Noblemen
to
doe
nothing
well
.
Lass.
Now
then
wil't
please
your
Grace
to
grace
our
house
,
And
still
vouchsafe
our
seruice
further
honour
.
Al.
Leade
vs
my
Lord
,
we
will
your
daughter
leade
.
Exit
.
Vin.
You
do
not
leade
,
but
drag
her
leaden
steps
.
Stro.
How
did
you
like
my
speech
?
Vin.
O
fie
vpon't
,
your
Rhetoricke
was
too
fine
.
Stro.
Nothing
at
all
:
I
hope
saint
Georges
signe
was
grosse
enough
:
But
(
to
be
serious
)
as
these
warnings
passe
,
Watch
you
your
father
,
Ile
watch
Medice
,
That
in
your
loue-suit
,
we
may
shun
suspect
:
To
which
end
,
with
your
next
occasion
,
vrge
Your
loue
to
name
the
person
she
will
choose
,
By
whose
meanes
you
may
safely
write
or
meete
.
Vin.
Thats
our
cheefe
businesse
:
and
see
,
heere
she
comes
.
Enter
Margaret
in
haste
.
Mar.
My
Lord
,
I
onely
come
to
say
,
y'are
welcome
,
And
so
must
say
,
farewell
.
Uin.
One
word
I
pray
.
Mar.
Whats
that
?
Vin.
You
needes
must
presently
deuise
,
What
person
trusted
chiefely
with
your
guard
,
You
thinke
is
aptest
for
me
to
corrupt
,
In
making
him
a
meane
for
our
safe
meeting
?
Mar.
My
fathers
Vsher
,
none
so
fit
,
If
you
can
worke
him
well
:
and
so
farewell
,
With
thanks
my
good
Lord
Strozza
for
your
speech
.
Exit
.
Stro.
I
thanke
you
for
your
patience
,
mocking
Lady
.
Vin.
O
what
a
fellow
haz
she
pickt
vs
out
?
One
that
I
would
haue
choosde
past
all
the
rest
,
For
his
close
stockings
onely
.
Stro.
And
why
not
?
For
the
most
constant
fashion
of
his
hat
?
Vin.
Nay
then
,
if
nothing
must
be
left
vnspoke
,
For
his
strict
forme
,
thus
still
to
weare
his
cloke
.
Stro.
Well
sir
,
he
is
your
owne
,
I
make
no
doubt
:
For
to
these
outward
figures
of
his
minde
,
He
hath
two
inward
swallowing
properties
Of
any
gudgeons
;
seruile
Auarice
,
And
ouerweening
thought
of
his
owne
worth
,
Ready
to
snatch
at
euery
shade
of
glory
:
And
therefore
,
till
you
can
directlie
boord
him
,
Waft
him
aloofe
with
hats
,
and
other
fauours
,
Still
as
you
meete
him
.
Vin.
Well
,
let
me
alone
,
He
that
is
one
mans
slaue
,
is
free
from
none
.
Exit
.
Finis
Actus
Primi
.
ACTVS
SECVNDVS
SCAENA
PRIMA
.
Enter
Medice
,
Corteza
a
Page
with
a
cuppe
of
Sacke
,
Strozza
following
close
.
Med:
Come
Lady
,
sit
you
heere
:
Page
,
fill
some
Sacke
,
I
am
to
worke
vpon
this
aged
Dame
,
To
gleane
from
her
,
if
there
be
any
cause
(
In
louing
others
)
of
her
Neeces
coines
To
the
most
gratious
loue
suite
of
the
Duke
:
Heere
noble
Lady
,
this
is
healthfull
drinke
After
our
supper
.
Corteza
O
,
tis
that
my
Lorde
,
That
of
all
drinkes
keeps
life
and
soule
in
me
.
Med.
Heere
,
fill
it
Page
,
for
this
my
worthy
loue
:
O
how
I
could
imbrace
this
good
olde
widdow
.
Cort.
Now
lord
,
when
you
do
thus
,
you
make
me
thinke
Of
my
sweete
husband
;
for
he
was
as
like
you
;
Eene
the
same
words
,
and
fashion
:
the
same
eies
,
Manly
,
and
cholerike
,
eene
as
you
are
iust
,
And
eene
as
kinde
as
you
for
all
the
world
.
Med.
O
my
sweete
widdow
,
thou
dost
make
me
prowd
.
Cort:
Nay
,
I
am
too
old
for
you
.
Med:
Too
old
,
thats
nothing
,
Come
pledge
me
wench
,
for
I
am
drie
againe
,
And
strait
will
charge
your
widdowhood
fresh
ifaith
:
Why
thats
well
done
.
Cort:
Now
fie
on't
,
heeres
a
draught
.
Med:
O
,
it
will
warme
your
blood
:
if
you
should
sip
,
Twould
make
you
heart
burnd
.
Cort:
Faith
and
so
they
say
:
Yet
I
must
tell
you
,
since
I
plide
this
geere
,
I
haue
beene
hanted
with
a
horson
paine
heere
,
And
euery
moone
almost
with
a
shrewd
feuer
,
And
yet
I
cannot
leaue
it
:
for
thanke
God
,
I
neuer
was
more
sound
of
winde
and
limbe
.
Enter
Strozza
.
A
great
bumbasted
legge
.
Looke
you
,
I
warrant
you
I
haue
a
leg
,
Holds
out
as
hansomly
.
Med.
Beshrew
my
life
,
But
tis
a
legge
indeed
,
a
goodly
limbe
.
Stro.
This
is
most
excellent
.
Med.
O
that
your
Neece
Were
of
as
milde
a
spirit
as
your selfe
.
Cort.
Alas
Lord
Medice
,
would
you
haue
a
girle
.
As
well
seene
in
behauiour
as
I
?
Ah
shees
a
fond
yong
thing
,
and
growne
so
prowde
,
The
wind
must
blow
at
west
stil
,
or
sheele
be
angry
.
Med.
Masse
so
me thinke
;
how
coy
shees
to
the
duke
?
I
lay
my
life
she
haz
some
yonger
loue
.
Cort.
Faith
like
enough
.
Med.
Gods
me
,
who
should
it
bee
?
Cort.
If
it
be
any
;
Page
,
a
little
Sacke
.
If
it
be
any
:
harke
now
;
if
it
be
,
I
know
not
,
by
this
Sacke
,
but
if
it
be
,
Marke
what
I
say
,
my
Lord
;
I
drinke
tee
first
.
Med.
Well
said
good
widdow
,
much
good
do
thy
heart
,
So
;
now
what
if
it
be
?
Cort.
Well
,
if
it
be
;
To
come
to
that
I
said
,
for
so
I
said
,
If
it
be
any
,
Tis
the
Shrewde
yong
Prince
,
For
eies
can
speake
,
and
eies
can
vnderstand
,
And
I
haue
markt
her
eies
;
yet
by
this
cup
,
Which
I
will
onely
kisse
.
Stro.
O
noble
Crone
,
Now
such
a
huddle
and
kettle
neuer
was
.
Cort.
I
neuer
yet
haue
seene
;
not
yet
I
say
,
But
I
will
marke
her
after
for
your
sake
.
Med.
And
doe
I
pray
;
for
it
is
passing
like
;
And
there
is
Strozza
,
a
slie
Counsailor
To
the
yong
boy
:
O
I
would
giue
a
limbe
,
To
haue
their
knauerie
limm'd
and
painted
out
.
They
stand
vpon
their
wits
and
paper
learning
:
Giue
me
a
fellow
with
a
naturall
wit
,
That
can
make
wit
of
no
wit
;
and
wade
through
Great
things
with
nothing
,
when
their
wits
sticke
fast
,
O
they
be
scuruie
Lords
.
Cort.
Faith
so
they
be
,
Your
Lordship
still
is
of
my
mind
in
all
,
And
eene
so
was
my
husband
.
Mid.
Gods
my
life
,
Strozza
hath
Euesdropt
here
,
and
ouer-heard
vs
.
Stro.
They
haue
descried
me
;
what
Lord
Medice
Courting
the
lustie
widow
?
Med.
I
,
and
why
not
?
Perhaps
one
does
as
much
for
you
at
home
.
Stro.
What
,
cholericke
man
?
and
toward
wedlocke
too
?
Cort.
And
if
he
be
my
Lord
;
he
may
do
woorse
.
Stro.
If
he
be
not
;
madame
he
may
do
better
.
Enter
Bassiolo
with
seruants
with
Rushes
,
and
a
Carpet
.
Bass.
My
Lords
,
and
Madame
,
the
Dukes
grace
intreates
you
T'attend
his
new-made
Dutchesse
for
this
night
,
Into
his
presence
.
Stro.
We
are
readie
sir
.
Exeunt
.
Bass.
Come
strew
this
roome
afresh
;
spread
here
this
carpet
,
Nay
quickly
man
,
I
pray
thee
;
this
way
foole
,
Lay
me
it
smoothe
,
and
Euen
;
looke
if
he
will
;
This
way
a
little
more
:
a
little
there
.
Hast
thou
no
forecast
?
●lood
me thinks
a
man
Should
not
of
meere
necessitie
be
an
Asse
.
Looke
how
he
strowes
here
too
:
Come
sir
Giles
Goosecap
,
I
must
do
all
my selfe
,
lay
me
vm
thus
:
In
fine
smoothe
threaues
,
looke
you
sir
,
thus
in
threaues
.
Perhaps
some
tender
Ladie
will
squat
here
,
And
if
some
standing
Rush
should
chance
to
pricke
her
,
Shee'd
squeak
&
spoile
the
songs
that
must
be
sung
.
Stro.
See
where
he
is
;
now
to
him
,
and
prepare
Your
familiaritie
.
Enter
Vin.
and
Stroz.
Vin.
Saue
you
master
Bassiolo
,
I
pray
a
word
sir
;
but
I
feare
I
let
you
.
Bass.
No
my
good
Lord
,
no
let
.
Vin.
I
thanke
you
sir
.
Nay
pray
be
couerd
;
O
I
crie
you
mercie
,
You
must
be
bare
.
Bass.
Euer
to
you
my
Lord
,
Vin.
Nay
,
not
to
me
sir
,
But
to
the
faire
right
of
your
worshipfull
place
.
Stro.
A
shame
of
both
your
worships
.
Bass.
What
means
your
Lordship
?
Vin.
Onely
to
doe
you
right
sir
,
and
my selfe
ease
.
And
what
sir
,
will
there
be
some
shew
to night
?
Bass.
A
slender
presentation
of
some
musick
And
some
thing
else
my
Lord
.
Vin.
T'is
passing
good
sir
,
Ile
not
be
ouer
bold
t'aske
the
particulars
.
Bass.
Yes
,
if
your
Lordship
please
.
Vin.
O
no
good
sir
,
But
I
did
wonder
much
;
for
as
me thought
I
saw
your
hands
at
work
.
Bass.
Or
else
my
Lord
Our
busines
would
be
but
badly
done
.
Vin.
How
vertuous
is
a
worthy
mans
example
?
Who
is
this
throne
for
pray
?
Bass.
For
my
Lords
daughter
,
Whom
the
duke
makes
to
represent
his
dutches
.
Vin.
T'will
be
exceeding
fit
;
and
all
this
roome
Is
passing
wel
preparde
;
a
man
would
sweare
,
That
all
presentments
in
it
would
be
rare
.
Bass.
Nay
,
see
if
thou
canst
lay
vm
thus
in
threaues
.
Vin.
In
threaues
dee
call
it
?
Bass.
I
my
Lord
in
threaues
.
Vin
A
pretty
terme
:
Well
sir
I
thanke
you
highly
for
this
kindnesse
,
And
pray
you
alwayes
make
as
bold
with
me
For
kindnesse
more
then
this
,
if
more
may
bee
.
Bass.
O
my
Lord
this
is
nothing
.
Vin.
Sir
,
tis
much
.
And
now
ile
leaue
you
sir
;
I
know
y'are
busie
.
Bass.
Faith
sir
alittle
.
Vin.
I
commend
me
tee
Sir
.
Exit
Vin.
Bass.
A
courteous
prince
beleeue
it
;
I
am
sory
I
was
no
bolder
with
him
;
what
a
phrase
He
vsde
at
parting
▪
I
commend
me
tee
.
Ile
h●ate
yfaith
;
Enter
Sarpego
halfe
drest
?
Sarp.
Good
master
Vsher
,
will
you
dictate
to
me
,
Which
is
the
part
precedent
of
this
night-cap
,
And
which
posterior
?
I
do
ignorare
How
I
should
weare
it
.
Bass.
Why
sir
;
this
I
take
it
Is
the
precedent
part
;
I
,
so
it
is
.
Sarp.
And
is
all
well
sir
thinke
you
?
Bass.
Passing
well
.
Enter
Pogio
,
and
Fungus
.
Pog.
Why
sir
come
on
;
the
Vsher
shal
be
iudge
:
See
master
Vsher
:
this
same
Fungus
here
,
Your
Lords
retainer
,
whom
I
hope
you
rule
,
Would
weare
this
better
Ierkin
for
the
Rush-man
,
When
I
doe
play
the
Broome-man
;
and
speake
first
.
Fun.
Why
sir
,
I
borrowed
it
,
and
I
will
weare
it
.
Pog.
What
sir
,
in
spite
of
your
Lords
gentleman
,
Vsher
:
Fun.
No
spite
sir
,
but
you
haue
changde
twice
already
,
And
now
woulde
ha't
againe
.
Pog.
Why
thats
all
one
sir
,
Gentillitie
must
be
fantasticall
.
Bass.
I
pray
thee
Fungus
let
master
Pogio
weare
it
.
Fun.
And
what
shall
I
weare
then
?
Pog.
Why
here
is
one
,
that
was
a
Rush-mans
Ierkin
,
and
I
pray
,
wer't
not
absurd
then
;
a
Broome-man
should
weare
it
?
Fun.
Foe
,
theres
a
reason
,
I
will
keepe
it
sir
.
Pog.
Will
sir
;
then
do
your
office
maister
Vsher
,
Make
him
put
off
his
Ierkin
;
you
may
plucke
His
coate
ouer
his
cares
,
much
more
his
Ierkin
.
Bass.
Fungus
y'ad
best
be
rulde
.
Fun.
Best
sir
!
I
care
not
.
Pog.
No
sir
?
I
hope
you
are
my
Lords
retainer
.
I
neede
not
care
a
pudding
for
your
Lord
:
But
spare
not
,
keepe
it
,
for
perhaps
Ile
play
My
part
as
well
in
this
,
as
you
in
that
,
Bass.
Well
said
,
master
Pogio
;
my
Lord
shall
know
it
.
Enter
Corteza
,
with
the
Broom-wench
,
&
Rush-wench
in
their
petticotes
,
clokes
ouer
them
,
with
hats
ouer
their
head-tyres
.
Cort.
Looke
master
Vsher
,
are
these
wags
wel
drest
?
I
haue
beene
so
in
labour
with-vm
truly
.
Bass.
Y'aue
had
a
verie
good
deliuerance
,
Ladie
:
How
I
did
take
her
at
her
labour
there
,
I
vse
to
gird
these
Ladies
so
sometimes
.
Enter
Lasso
,
with
Syluan
and
a
Nymph
,
a
man
Bugge
,
and
a
woman
.
1
I
pray
my
Lord
,
must
not
I
weare
this
haire
?
Lass.
I
pray
thee
aske
my
Vsher
;
Come
,
dispatch
,
The
duke
is
readie
:
are
you
readie
there
?
2
See
master
Vsher
;
must
he
weare
this
haire
?
1.
Bug.
Pray
master
Vsher
,
where
must
I
come
in
?
2
Am
not
I
well
for
a
Bug
,
master
Vsher
?
Bass.
What
stirre
is
with
these
boyes
here
,
God
forgiue
me
,
If
t'were
not
for
the
credite
on't
,
I'de
see
Your
apish
trash
attire
,
ere
I'de
indure
this
.
1
But
pray
good
master
Vsher
.
Bass.
Hence
ye
Brats
,
You
stand
vpon
your
tyre
;
but
for
your
action
Which
you
must
vse
in
singing
of
your
songs
,
Exceeding
dexterously
and
full
of
life
,
I
hope
youle
then
stand
like
a
sort
of
blocks
,
Without
due
motion
of
your
hands
,
and
heads
,
And
wresting
your
whole
bodies
to
your
words
,
Looke
too't
,
y'are
best
;
and
in
;
Go
;
All
go
in
:
Pog.
Come
in
my
masters
;
lets
be
out
anon
.
Exeunt.
.
Lass.
What
,
are
all
furnish
well
?
Bass.
All
well
my
Lord
.
Lass.
More
lights
then
here
,
and
let
lowd
musicke
sound
.
Bass.
Sound
Musicke
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Vincentio
,
Strozzabare
,
Margaret
,
Corteza
,
and
Cynanche
bearing
her
traine
.
After
her
the
duke
whispering
with
Medice
,
Lasso
with
Bassiolo
,
&c.
Alp.
Aduaunce
your selfe
,
faire
Dutchesse
to
this
Throne
,
As
we
haue
long
since
raisde
you
to
our
heart
,
Better
decorum
neuer
was
beheld
,
Then
twixt
this
state
and
you
:
And
as
all
eyes
Now
fixt
on
your
bright
Graces
thinke
it
fit
,
So
frame
your
fauour
to
continue
it
.
Mar.
My
Lord
;
but
to
obey
your
earnest
will
,
And
not
make
serious
scruple
of
a
ioy
,
I
scarce
durst
haue
presumde
this
minuts
height
.
Lass.
Vsher
,
cause
other
musicke
;
begin
your
shew
.
Bass.
Sound
Consort
;
warne
the
Pedant
to
be
readie
.
Cor.
Madam
,
I
thinke
you'le
see
a
prettie
shew
.
Cyn.
I
can
expect
no
lesse
in
such
a
presence
.
Alp.
Lo
what
attention
and
state
beautie
breedes
,
Whose
moning
silence
no
shrill
herauld
needes
.
Enter
Sarpego
.
Sar.
Lords
of
high
degree
,
And
Ladies
of
low
courtesie
,
I
the
Pedant
here
,
Whom
some
call
schoolmaistere
,
Because
I
can
speake
best
,
Approch
before
the
rest
.
Vin.
A
verie
good
reason
.
Sar.
But
there
are
others
comming
,
Without
maske
or
mumming
:
For
they
are
not
ashamed
,
If
need
be
,
to
be
named
,
Nor
will
they
hide
their
faces
,
In
any
place
or
places
;
For
though
they
seeme
to
come
,
Loded
with
Rush
,
and
Broome
:
The
Broomeman
you
must
know
,
Is
seigneur
Pogio
,
Nephew
,
as
shall
appeare
,
To
my
Lord
Strozza
here
.
Stro.
O
Lord
,
I
thanke
you
sir
,
you
grace
me
much
.
And
to
this
noble
dame
,
Whome
I
with
finger
name
.
Vin.
A
plague
of
that
fooles
finger
.
Sar.
And
women
will
ensue
,
Which
I
must
tell
you
true
,
No
women
are
indeed
,
But
Pages
made
for
need
,
To
fill
vp
womens
places
.
By
vertue
of
their
faces
,
And
other
hidden
graces
.
A
hall
,
a
hall
;
whist
,
stil
,
be
mum
,
For
now
with
siluer
song
they
come
.
Enter
Pogio
,
Fungus
,
with
the
song
Broome-maid
,
and
Rush-maid
.
After
which
,
Pogio.
Pog.
Heroes
,
and
Heroines
,
of
gallant
straine
,
Let
not
these
Broomes
,
motes
in
your
eies
remaine
,
For
in
the
Moone
,
theres
one
beares
with'red
bushes
:
But
we
(
deare
wights
)
do
beare
greene
broomes
,
green
rushes
,
Where
of
these
verdant
herbals
cleeped
Broome
,
Do
pierce
and
enter
euerie
Ladies
roome
,
And
to
proue
them
high
borne
,
and
no
base
trash
,
Water
with
which
your
phisnomies
you
wash
,
Is
but
a
Broome
.
And
more
truth
to
deliuer
,
Grim
Hercules
swept
a
stable
with
a
riuer
,
The
wind
that
sweepes
fowle
clowds
out
of
the
ayre
,
And
for
you
Ladies
makes
the
Welken
faire
,
Is
but
a
Broome
:
and
O
Dan
Titan
bright
,
Most
clearkly
calld
the
Scauenger
of
night
,
What
art
thou
,
but
a
verie
broome
of
gold
?
For
all
this
world
not
to
be
cride
nor
sold
;
Philosophy
,
that
passion
sweepes
from
thought
,
Is
the
soules
Broome
,
and
by
all
braue
wits
sought
,
Now
if
Philosophers
but
Broomemen
are
,
Each
Broomeman
then
is
a
Philosopher
.
And
so
we
come
(
gracing
your
gratious
Graces
)
To
sweepe
Cares
cobwebs
from
your
cleanly
faces
.
Alp.
Thanks
good
master
Broomeman
,
Fun.
For
me
Rushman
then
,
To
make
Rush
ruffle
in
a
verse
of
ten
,
A
Rush
which
now
your
heeles
doe
lie
on
here
.
Vin.
Crie
mercie
sir
.
Fun.
Was
whilome
vsed
for
a
pungent
speare
,
In
that
odde
battaile
,
neuer
fought
but
twice
(
As
Homer
sings
)
betwixt
the
frogs
and
mice
,
Rushes
make
True-loue
know
;
Rushes
make
rings
,
Your
Rush
maugre
the
beard
of
whiter
springs
:
And
when
with
gentle
,
amorous
,
laysie
lims
,
Each
Lord
with
his
faire
Ladie
sweetly
swims
On
these
coole
Rushes
;
they
may
with
these
bables
,
Cradles
for
children
make
;
children
for
cradles
,
And
lest
some
Momus
here
might
now
crie
push
,
Saying
our
pageant
is
not
woorth
a
Rush
,
Bundles
of
Rushes
,
lo
,
we
bring
along
,
To
picke
his
teeth
that
bites
them
with
his
tongue
.
Stro.
See
,
see
,
thats
Lord
Medice
.
Vin.
Gods
me
,
my
Lord
,
Haz
hee
pickt
you
out
,
picking
of
your
teeth
?
Med.
What
picke
you
out
of
that
?
Stro.
Not
such
stale
stuffe
As
you
picke
from
your
teeth
.
Alp.
Leaue
this
warre
with
Rushes
,
Good
master
pedant
;
pray
forth
with
your
shew
.
Sar.
Lo
thus
farre
then
(
braue
duke
)
you
see
Meere
entertainement
;
Now
our
glee
Shall
march
forth
in
Moralitie
:
And
this
queint
Dutchesse
here
shall
see
The
fault
of
virgine
Nicetie
,
First
wooed
with
Rurall
courtesie
,
disburthen
them
;
praunce
on
this
ground
,
And
make
your
exit
with
your
Round
.
Exeunt
Well
haue
they
daunc'd
as
it
is
meet
,
Both
with
their
nimble
heades
and
feet
.
Now
,
as
our
country
girls
held
off
,
And
rudely
did
their
louers
scoff
;
Our
Nymph
likewise
shall
onely
glaunce
By
your
faire
eies
,
and
looke
askaunce
Vpon
her
female
friend
that
wooes
her
.
Who
is
in
plaine
field
forc'd
to
loose
her
.
And
after
them
,
to
conclude
all
,
The
p●rlue
of
our
Pastorall
.
A
female
bug
,
and
eke
her
friend
,
Shall
onely
come
and
sing
,
and
end
Bugs
song
.
This
Lady
and
Dutchesse
we
conclude
,
Faire
Virgins
must
not
be
too
rude
:
For
though
the
rurall
wilde
and
●ntike
,
Abusde
their
loues
as
they
were
franuke
;
Yet
take
you
in
your
Iuory
clutches
,
This
noble
Duke
,
and
be
his
Dutches
.
Thus
thanking
all
for
their
tacete
,
I
void
the
roome
,
and
cry
valete
.
Exit
.
Alp.
Generally
well
,
and
pleasingly
performed
.
Mar.
Now
I
resigne
this
borrowed
maiesty
,
Which
sate
vnseemely
on
my
worthlesse
head
,
With
humble
seruice
to
your
Highnesse
hands
.
Alp.
Well
you
became
it
Lady
,
and
I
know
All
heere
could
wish
it
might
be
euer
so
.
Stro.
Heeres
one
saies
nay
to
that
.
Vin.
Plague
on
you
,
peace
.
Lass.
Now
let
it
please
your
Highnesse
to
accept
A
homely
banquet
,
to
close
these
rude
sports
.
Alp.
I
thanke
your
Lordship
much
.
Bass.
Bring
lights
,
make
place
.
Enter
Pogio
in
his
cloke
and
broome-mans
attire
.
Pog.
How
dee
my
Lord
?
Alp.
O
master
broomeman
,
you
did
passing
well
.
Vin.
A
you
mad
slaue
you
!
you
are
a
tickling
Actor
.
Pog.
I
was
not
out
like
my
Lord
Medice
.
How
did
you
like
me
Aunt
?
Cyn.
O
rarely
,
rarely
.
Stro.
O
thou
hast
done
a
worke
of
memory
,
And
raisde
our
house
vp
higher
by
a
story
.
Vin.
Friend
,
how
conceit
you
my
young
mother
heere
?
Cyn.
Fitter
for
you
my
Lord
,
than
for
your
father
.
Vin.
No
more
of
that
sweete
friend
,
those
are
bugs
words
.
Exeunt
.
Finis
Actus
secundi
.
ACTVS
TERTII
SCAENA
PRIMA
.
Medice
after
the
song
,
whispers
alone
with
his
seruant
.
Med.
Thou
art
my
trusty
seruant
and
thou
knowst
,
I
haue
beene
euer
bountifull
Lord
to
thee
,
As
still
I
will
be
:
be
thou
thankfull
then
,
And
doe
me
now
a
seruice
of
import
.
Ser.
Any
my
Lord
in
compasse
of
my
life
.
Med.
To morrow
then
the
Duke
intends
to
hunt
,
Where
Strozza
my
despightfull
enemie
,
Will
giue
attendance
busie
in
the
chase
,
Wherein
(
as
if
by
chance
,
when
others
shoote
At
the
wilde
Boare
)
do
thou
discharge
at
him
,
And
with
an
arrow
,
cleaue
his
canckerd
heart
.
Ser.
I
will
not
faile
my
Lord
.
Med.
Be
secret
then
.
And
thou
to
me
shalt
be
the
dear'st
of
men
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Vincentio
,
and
Bassiolo
.
Vin.
Now
Vanitie
and
Policie
inrich
me
With
some
ridiculous
fortune
on
this
Vsher
.
Wheres
Master
Vsher
?
Bass.
Now
I
come
my
Lord
.
Vin.
Besides
,
good
sir
,
your
shew
did
shew
so
well
,
Bass.
Did
it
in
deede
my
Lord
?
Vin.
O
sir
,
beleeue
it
;
Twas
the
best
fashiond
and
well
orderd
thing
That
euer
eye
beheld
:
and
there
withall
,
The
fit
attendance
by
the
seruants
vsde
,
The
gentle
guise
in
seruing
euery
guest
,
In
other
entertainements
;
euery
thing
About
your
house
so
sortfully
disposde
,
That
euen
as
in
a
turne-spit
calld
a
Iacke
,
One
vice
assists
another
;
the
great
wheeles
Turning
but
softly
,
make
the
lesse
to
whirre
About
their
businesse
;
euery
different
part
Concurring
to
one
commendable
end
:
So
,
and
in
such
conformance
,
with
rare
grace
,
Were
all
things
orderd
in
your
good
lordes
house
.
Bass.
The
most
fit
simile
that
euer
was
.
Vin.
But
shall
I
tell
you
plainely
my
conceit
,
Touching
the
man
that
I
thinke
causde
this
order
?
Bass.
I
good
my
Lord
.
Vin.
You
note
my
simile
.
Bass.
Drawne
from
the
turne-spit
.
Uin.
I
see
you
haue
me
,
Euen
as
in
that
queint
engine
you
haue
seene
,
A
little
man
in
shreds
stand
at
the
winder
,
And
seemes
to
put
all
things
in
act
about
him
,
Lifting
and
pulling
with
a
mightie
stirre
,
Yet
addes
no
force
to
it
,
nor
nothing
does
:
So
,
(
though
your
Lord
be
a
braue
Gentleman
)
And
seemes
to
do
this
busines
,
He
does
nothing
;
Some
man
about
him
was
the
festiuall
robe
,
That
made
him
shew
so
glorious
and
diuine
.
Bass.
I
cannot
tell
my
Lord
,
yet
I
should
know
if
any
such
there
were
.
Vin.
Should
know
quoth
you
;
I
warrant
you
know
:
well
,
some
there
be
Shall
haue
the
fortune
to
haue
such
rare
men
,
(
Like
braue
beasts
to
their
Armes
)
support
their
state
,
When
others
of
as
high
a
worth
and
breede
,
Are
made
the
wastefull
food
of
them
they
feede
:
What
state
hath
your
Lord
made
you
for
your
seruice
?
Bass.
He
haz
beene
my
good
Lord
,
for
I
can
spend
Some
fifteene
hundred
crownes
in
lands
a
yeare
,
Which
I
haue
gotten
since
I
seru'd
him
first
.
Vin.
No
more
then
fifteene
hundred
crownes
a
yeare
?
Bass.
It
is
so
much
as
makes
me
like
my
Lord
,
Like
a
poore
Gentleman
.
Vin.
Nay
,
tis
prettie
well
:
But
certainely
my
nature
does
esteeme
Nothing
enough
for
vertue
;
and
had
I
The
Duke
my
fathers
meanes
,
all
should
be
spent
,
To
keepe
braue
men
about
me
:
but
good
sir
,
Accept
this
simple
iewell
at
my
hands
,
Till
I
can
worke
perswasion
of
my
friendship
,
With
worthier
arguments
.
Bass.
No
good
my
Lord
,
I
can
by
no
meanes
merite
the
free
bounties
You
haue
bestowed
besides
.
Vin.
Nay
,
be
not
strange
,
But
doe
your selfe
right
,
and
be
all
one
man
In
all
your
actions
,
doe
not
thinke
but
some
Haue
extraordinarie
spirits
like
your selfe
,
And
wil
not
stand
in
their
societie
,
On
birth
and
riches
:
but
on
worth
and
vertue
,
With
whom
there
is
no
nicenesse
,
nor
respect
Of
others
common
friendship
;
be
he
poore
Or
basely
borne
,
so
he
be
rich
in
soule
,
And
noble
in
degrees
of
qualities
,
He
shall
be
my
friend
sooner
then
a
King
.
Bass.
To
a
most
kingly
iudgement
in
your
lordship
,
Vin.
Faith
sir
I
know
not
,
but
tis
my
vaine
humour
.
Bass.
O
,
tis
an
honour
in
a
Nobleman
.
Vin.
Y'aue
some
lords
now
so
politike
and
prowd
,
They
skorne
to
giue
good
lookes
to
worthy
men
.
Bass.
O
fie
vpon
vm
;
by
that
light
my
lord
,
I
am
but
seruant
to
a
Nobleman
,
But
if
I
would
not
skorne
such
puppet
lords
,
Would
I
weare
breathlesse
.
Vin.
You
sir
?
so
you
may
,
For
they
will
cogge
so
when
they
wish
to
vse
men
,
With
,
pray
be
couerd
sir
,
I
beseech
you
sit
,
Whoe's
there
?
waite
of
Master
Vsher
to
the
doore
.
O
,
these
be
godly
gudgeons
:
where's
the
deedes
?
The
perfect
Nobleman
?
Bass.
O
good
my
Lord
.
Vin.
Away
,
away
,
ere
I
would
flatter
so
,
I
would
eate
rushes
like
lord
Medici
.
Bass.
Well
,
wel
my
Lord
,
would
there
were
more
such
Princes
.
Vin.
Alas
,
twere
pitty
sir
,
they
would
be
gulld
Out
of
their
very
skinnes
.
Bass.
Why
how
are
you
my
lord
?
Uin.
Who
I
,
I
care
not
:
If
I
be
where
I
professe
plaine
loue
,
T'will
be
their
faults
you
know
.
Bass.
O
t'were
their
shames
.
Vin.
Well
,
take
my
iewell
,
you
shall
not
be
strange
,
I
loue
not
manie
words
.
Bass.
My
lord
,
I
thanke
you
,
I
am
of
few
words
too
.
Vin.
Tis
friendlie
said
,
You
proue
your selfe
a
friend
,
and
I
would
haue
you
Aduance
your
thoughts
,
and
lay
about
for
state
,
Worthy
your
vertues
:
be
the
Mineon
Of
some
great
King
or
Duke
:
theres
Medici
,
The
Minion
of
my
Father
:
O
the
Father
!
What
difference
is
there
?
but
I
cannot
flatter
A
word
to
wise
men
.
Bass.
I
perceiue
your
Lordship
.
Vin.
Your
Lordship
?
talke
you
now
like
a
friend
?
Is
this
plaine
kindnesse
?
Bass.
Is
it
not
my
Lord
?
Vin.
A
palpable
flattring
figure
for
men
common
:
A
my
word
I
should
thinke
,
if
twere
another
,
He
meant
to
gull
mee
.
Bass.
Why
tis
but
your
due
.
Vin.
Tis
but
my
due
:
if
youle
be
still
a
stranger
:
But
as
I
wish
to
choose
you
for
my
friend
,
As
I
intend
when
God
shall
call
my
father
,
To
doe
I
can
tell
what
:
but
let
that
passe
,
Thus
tis
not
fit
;
let
my
friend
be
familiar
,
Vse
not
me
Lordship
,
nor
yet
call
me
Lord
,
Nor
my
whole
name
Vincentio
;
but
vince
,
As
they
call
Iacke
or
Will
,
tis
now
in
vse
,
Twixt
men
of
no
equallity
or
kindnesse
.
Bass.
I
shall
be
quickely
bold
enough
my
Lord
.
Vin.
Nay
,
see
how
still
you
vse
that
coy
terme
,
Lord
What
argues
this
,
but
that
you
shunne
my
friendship
?
Bass.
Nay
,
pray
say
not
so
.
Vin.
Who
should
not
say
so
?
Will
you
afford
me
now
no
name
at
all
?
Bass.
What
should
I
call
you
?
Vin.
Nay
,
then
tis
no
matter
.
But
I
told
you
Vince
.
Bass.
Why
then
my
sweete
Vince
.
Vin.
Whie
so
then
;
and
yet
still
there
is
a
fault
,
In
vsing
these
kind
words
,
without
kinde
deedes
:
Pray
thee
imbrace
me
too
.
Bass.
Why
then
sweete
Vince
.
Vin.
Why
now
I
thank
you
,
sblood
shall
friends
be
strange
?
Where
there
is
plainenesse
,
there
is
euer
truth
:
And
I
will
still
be
plaine
since
I
am
true
:
Come
let
vs
lie
a
little
,
I
am
wearie
.
Bass.
And
so
am
I
,
I
sweare
since
yesterday
.
Vin.
You
may
sir
by
my
faith
;
and
sirra
,
hark
thee
,
What
lordship
wouldst
thou
wish
to
haue
ifaith
,
When
my
old
father
dies
?
Bass.
Who
I
?
alas
.
Vin.
O
not
you
,
well
sir
,
you
shall
haue
none
,
You
are
as
coy
a
peece
as
your
Lords
daughter
.
Bass.
Who
,
my
mistris
?
Vin.
Indeede
,
is
she
your
Mistris
?
Bass.
I faith
sweet
Vince
,
since
she
was
three
yeare
old
.
Vin.
And
are
not
wee
too
friends
?
Bass.
Who
doubts
of
that
?
Vin.
And
are
not
two
friends
one
?
Basis.
Euen
man
and
wife
.
Vin.
Then
what
to
you
she
is
,
to
me
she
should
be
.
Bass.
Why
Vince
,
thou
wouldst
not
haue
her
?
Vin.
O
not
I
:
I
doe
not
fancie
any
thing
like
you
.
Bass.
Nay
but
I
pray
thee
tell
me
.
Vi.
You
do
not
meane
to
marry
her
your self
?
Bass.
Not
I
by
heauen
.
Vin.
Take
heede
now
,
do
not
gull
me
.
Bass.
No
by
that
candle
.
Vin.
Then
will
I
be
plaine
.
Thinke
you
she
dotes
not
too
much
on
my
father
?
Bass.
O
yes
,
no
doubt
on't
.
Van.
Nay
,
I
pray
you
speake
.
Bass.
You
seely
man
you
,
she
cannot
abide
him
.
Vin.
Why
sweete
friend
pardon
me
,
alas
I
knew
not
.
Bass.
But
I
doe
note
you
are
in
some
things
simple
,
And
wrong
your selfe
too
much
.
Vin.
Thanke
you
good
friend
,
For
your
playne
dealing
,
I
doe
meane
so
well
.
Bass.
But
who
saw
euer
summer
mixt
with
winter
?
There
must
be
equall
yeares
where
firme
loue
is
.
Could
we
two
loue
so
well
so
soddainely
Were
we
not
some
thing
equaller
in
yeares
.
Than
he
and
shee
are
?
Vi.
I
cry
ye
mercy
sir
,
I
know
we
could
not
,
but
yet
be
not
too
bitter
,
Considering
loue
is
fearefull
.
And
sweete
friend
,
I
haue
a
letter
t'intreate
her
kindnesse
.
Which
if
you
would
conuay
.
Bass.
I
,
if
I
would
sir
?
Vin.
Why
fayth
,
deare
friend
,
I
would
not
die
requitelesse
.
Bass.
Would
you
not
so
sir
?
By
heauen
a
little
thing
would
make
me
boxe
you
,
Which
if
you
would
convaie
?
why
not
I
pray
?
Which
(
friend
)
thou
shalt
conuaie
.
Vin.
Which
friend
,
you
shall
then
.
Bass.
Well
friend
,
and
I
will
then
.
Vin.
And
vse
some
kinde
perswasiue
wordes
for
me
?
Bass.
The
best
I
sweare
that
my
poore
toung
can
forge
.
Vin.
I
,
wel
said
,
poore
toung
:
O
tis
rich
in
meekenesle
;
You
are
not
knowne
to
speake
well
?
You
haue
wonne
Direction
of
the
Earle
and
all
his
house
,
The
fauour
of
his
daughter
,
and
all
Dames
That
euer
I
sawe
,
come
within
your
sight
,
With
a
poore
tongue
?
A
plague
a
your
sweete
lippes
.
Bass.
Well
,
we
will
doe
our
best
:
And
faith
my
Uince
,
She
shall
haue
an
vnweldie
and
dull
soule
,
If
she
be
nothing
moou'd
with
my
poore
tongue
,
Call
it
no
better
;
Be
it
what
it
will
.
Vin.
Well
said
ifaith
;
Now
if
I
doe
not
thinke
Tis
possible
,
besides
her
bare
receipt
Of
that
my
Letter
,
with
thy
friendly
tongue
.
To
get
an
answere
of
it
,
neuer
trust
me
.
Bass.
An
answer
man
?
Sbloud
make
no
doubt
of
that
.
Vin.
By
heauen
I
thinke
so
;
now
a
plague
of
Nature
,
That
she
giues
all
to
some
,
and
none
to
others
.
Bass.
How
I
endeare
him
to
me
!
Come
Vince
,
rise
,
Next
time
I
see
her
,
I
will
giue
her
this
:
Which
when
she
sees
,
sheele
thinke
it
wondrous
strange
Loue
should
goe
by
descent
,
and
make
the
sonne
Follow
the
father
in
his
amorous
steppes
.
Vin.
Shee
needes
must
thinke
it
strange
,
that
neuer
yet
saw
I
durst
speake
to
her
,
or
had
scarce
hir
sight
.
Bass.
Well
Vince
,
I
sweare
thou
shalt
both
see
and
kisse
her
.
Uin.
Sweares
my
deere
friend
?
by
what
?
Bass.
Euen
by
our
friendship
.
Vin.
O
sacred
oath
!
which
,
how
long
will
you
keepe
?
Bass.
While
there
be
bees
in
Hybla
,
or
white
swannes
In
bright
Meander
;
while
the
banks
of
Po
Shall
beare
braue
lillies
;
or
Italian
dames
Be
called
the
Bone
robes
of
the
world
.
Vin.
Tis
elegantly
said
:
and
when
I
faile
,
Let
there
be
found
in
Hybla
hiues
no
bees
;
Let
no
swannes
swimme
in
bright
Meander
streame
,
Nor
lillies
spring
vpon
the
banks
of
Po
,
Nor
let
one
fat
Italian
dame
be
found
,
But
leane
and
brawn-falne
;
I
,
and
scarsly
sound
.
Bass.
It
is
enough
,
but
lets
imbrace
with
all
.
Exit
.
Vin.
With
all
my
hart
.
Bass.
So
,
now
farewell
sweet
Vince
.
Vin.
Farewell
my
worthie
friend
,
I
thinke
I
haue
him
.
Enter
Bassiolo
.
Bass.
I
had
forgot
the
parting
phrase
he
taught
me
,
I
commend
me
t'ee
sir
.
Exit
instant
.
Vin.
At
your
wisht
seruice
sir
:
O
fine
friend
,
he
had
forgot
the
phrase
:
How
serious
apish
soules
are
in
vaine
forme
:
Well
,
he
is
mine
,
and
he
being
trusted
most
With
my
deare
ioue
,
may
often
worke
our
meeting
,
And
being
thus
ingagde
,
dare
not
reueale
.
Enter
Pogio
in
haste
,
Strozza
following
.
Po.
Horse
,
horse
,
horse
,
my
lord
,
horse
,
your
father
is
going
a
hunting
.
Vit.
My
Lord
horse
?
you
asse
you
d'ee
call
my
Lord
horse
?
Stro.
Nay
,
he
speakes
huddles
still
,
lets
slit
his
tongue
.
Po.
Nay
good
vnkle
now
,
sbloud
,
what
captious
,
marchants
you
be
;
so
the
Duke
tooke
me
vp
euen
now
:
my
lord
vnckle
heere
,
and
my
old
lord
Lasso
,
by
heauen
y'are
all
too
witty
for
me
,
I
am
the
veriest
foole
on
you
all
,
Ile
be
sworne
.
Vin.
Therein
thou
art
worth
vs
all
,
for
thou
knowst
thy selfe
.
Str.
But
your
wisedom
was
in
a
pretty
taking
last
night
;
was
it
not
I
pray
?
Pog.
O
,
for
taking
my
drink
a
little
?
faith
my
Lord
,
for
that
you
shall
haue
the
best
sport
presently
with
Madam
Corteza
,
that
euer
was
;
I
haue
made
her
so
drunke
,
that
she
does
nothing
but
kisse
my
Lord
Medice
.
See
shee
comes
riding
the
Duke
,
shees
passing
well
mounted
,
beleeue
it
.
Enter
Alphonso
,
Corteza
,
Cynanche
Bassiolo
first
,
two
women
attendants
,
and
hunts-men
,
Lasso
.
Alp.
Good
wench
forbeare
.
Cort.
My
Lord
,
you
must
put
forth
your selfe
among
Ladies
,
I
warrant
you
haue
much
in
you
,
if
you
would
shew
it
;
see
,
a
cheeke
a
twentie
;
the
bodie
of
a
George
,
a
good
legge
still
;
still
a
good
calfe
,
and
not
slabby
,
nor
hanging
I
warrant
you
;
a
brawne
of
a
thumb
here
,
and
t'were
a
pulld
partridge
;
Neece
Meg
,
thou
shalt
haue
the
sweetest
bedfellow
on
him
,
that
euer
call'd
Ladie
husband
;
trie
him
you
shamefac'd
bable
you
,
trie
him
.
Mar.
Good
Madame
be
rulde
.
Cort.
What
a
nice
thing
it
is
,
my
Lord
,
you
must
set
foorth
this
g●re
,
and
kisse
her
;
yfaith
you
must
;
get
you
together
and
be
naughts
awhile
,
get
you
together
.
Alp.
Now
what
a
merrie
harmlesse
dame
it
is
!
Cort.
My
Lord
Medice
,
you
are
a
right
noble
man
,
&
wil
do
a
woman
right
in
a
wrong
matter
and
neede
be
;
prav
do
you
giue
the
duke
ensample
vpon
me
;
you
come
a wooing
to
me
now
;
I
accept
it
.
Lass.
What
meane
you
sister
?
Cort.
Pray
my
Lord
away
;
consider
me
as
I
am
,
a
woman
.
Pog.
Lord
,
how
I
haue
wh●d
her
?
Cort.
You
come
a wooing
to
me
now
;
pray
thee
Duke
marke
my
Lord
Medice
;
and
do
you
marke
me
virgin
;
Stand
you
aside
,
my
Lord
,
all
,
and
you
;
giue
place
;
now
my
Lord
Medice
,
put
case
I
be
strange
a
little
,
yet
you
like
a
man
put
me
to
it
.
Come
kisse
me
my
Lord
,
be
not
ashamde
.
Med.
Not
I
Madame
,
I
come
not
a
wooing
to
you
.
Cort.
.
Lass.
Fie
sister
,
y' are
too
blame
;
pray
will
you
goe
to
your
chamber
Cort.
.
Lass.
Whats
the
matter
?
Cort.
Dee
thinke
I
am
drunke
?
Lass.
I
thinke
so
truly
.
Cort.
But
are
you
sure
I
am
drunke
?
Lass.
Else
I
would
not
thinke
so
.
Cort.
But
,
I
would
be
glad
to
be
sure
on't
.
Lass.
I
assure
you
then
.
Cort.
Why
then
say
nothing
;
&
Ile
begone
God
bwy
lord
,
duke
Ile
come
againe
anone
.
Exit
.
Lass.
I
hope
your
Grace
will
pardon
her
my
liege
,
For
tis
most
strange
;
shees
as
discreete
a
dame
As
any
in
these
countries
,
and
as
sober
,
But
for
this
onely
humour
of
the
cup
Alp.
Tis
good
my
Lord
sometimes
:
Come
,
to
our
hunting
;
now
tis
time
I
thinke
.
Omn
The
verie
best
time
of
the
day
,
my
Lord
.
Alp.
Then
my
Lord
,
I
will
take
my
leaue
till
night
,
Reseruing
thanks
for
all
my
entertainment
,
Till
I
returne
;
in
meane
time
,
louely
dame
,
Remember
the
high
state
you
last
presented
,
Vin.
&
St.
haue
all
this
while
talked
togither
a
prettie
way
.
And
thinke
it
was
not
a
mere
festiuall
shew
,
But
an
essentiall
type
of
that
you
are
In
full
consent
of
all
my
faculties
And
harke
you
good
my
Lord
.
Vin.
See
now
,
they
whisper
Some
priuate
order
,
(
I
dare
lay
my
life
)
For
a
forc'd
marriage
t'wixt
my
loue
and
father
,
I
therefore
must
make
sure
:
and
noble
friends
,
Ile
leaue
you
all
,
when
I
haue
brought
you
forth
,
And
seene
you
in
the
chase
;
meane-while
obserue
In
all
the
time
this
solemne
hunting
lasts
,
My
father
and
his
minion
Medice
,
And
note
,
if
you
can
gather
any
signe
,
That
they
haue
mist
me
,
and
suspect
my
being
,
If
which
fall
out
,
send
home
my
Page
before
.
Stro.
I
will
not
faile
my
Lord
.
Medice
whispers
with
I.
Huntsman
all
this
while
.
Med.
Now
take
thy
time
.
Hunt.
I
warrant
you
my
Lord
,
he
shall
not
scape
me
.
Alp.
Now
my
deere
Mistresse
,
till
our
sports
intended
end
with
my
absence
,
I
will
take
my
leaue
.
Lass.
Bassiolo
,
attend
you
on
my
daughter
.
Exeunt
Bass.
I
will
my
Lord
.
Vin.
Now
will
the
sport
beginne
;
I
think
my
loue
Will
handle
him
,
as
well
as
I
haue
doone
.
Exit
.
Cyn.
Madam
,
I
take
my
leaue
,
and
humblie
thanke
you
.
Mar.
Welcome
good
madam
;
mayds
wait
on
my
Lady
.
Exit
Bass.
So
mistris
,
this
is
fit
.
Mar.
Fit
sir
,
why
so
?
Bass.
Why
so
?
I
haue
most
fortunate
newes
for
you
.
Mar.
For
me
sir
?
I
beseech
you
what
are
they
?
Bass.
Merit
and
Fortune
,
for
you
both
agree
;
Merit
what
you
haue
,
and
haue
what
you
merit
.
Mar.
Lord
with
what
Rhetorike
you
prepare
your
newes
!
Bass.
I
need
not
;
for
the
plaine
contents
they
beare
Vttred
in
any
words
,
deserue
their
welcome
,
And
yet
I
hope
the
words
will
serue
the
turne
.
Ma●.
What
,
in
a
letter
?
Bass.
Why
not
?
Mar.
Whence
is
it
?
Bass.
From
one
that
will
not
shame
it
with
his
name
.
And
that
is
Lord
Vincentio
.
Mar.
King
of
heauen
!
Is
the
man
madde
?
Bass.
Mad
Madam
,
why
?
Mar.
O
heauen
,
I
muse
a
man
of
your
importance
,
Will
offer
to
bring
me
a
letter
thus
?
Bass.
Why
,
why
good
Mistresse
,
are
you
hurt
in
that
?
Your
answer
may
be
what
you
will
your selfe
.
Mar.
I
,
but
you
should
not
doe
it
:
Gods
my
life
,
You
shall
answer
it
.
Bass.
Nay
,
you
must
answer
it
.
Mar.
I
answer
it
!
are
you
the
man
I
trusted
?
And
will
betray
me
to
a
stranger
thus
?
Bass.
Thats
nothing
,
dame
,
all
friends
were
strangers
first
.
Mar.
Now
was
there
euer
woman
ouerseene
so
,
In
a
wise
mans
discretion
?
Bass.
Your
braine
is
shallow
,
come
,
receiue
this
letter
.
Mar.
How
dare
you
say
so
?
when
you
know
so
well
How
much
I
am
engaged
to
the
duke
?
Bass.
The
duke
?
a
proper
match
:
a
graue
olde
gentman
:
Haz
beard
at
will
;
and
would
,
in
my
conceyt
,
Make
a
most
excellent
patterne
,
for
a
potter
To
haue
his
picture
stampt
on
a
Iugge
.
To
keepe
ale-knights
in
memorie
of
sobrietie
.
Heere
gentle
madam
,
take
it
.
Mar.
Take
it
sir
?
Am
I
common
taker
of
loue
letters
?
Bass.
Common
?
why
when
receiu'd
you
one
before
?
Mar.
Come
,
tis
no
matter
;
I
had
thought
your
care
Of
my
bestowing
,
would
not
tempt
me
thus
To
one
I
know
not
;
but
it
is
because
You
know
I
dote
so
much
on
your
direction
.
Bass.
On
my
direction
?
Mar.
No
sir
,
Not
on
yours
.
Bass.
Well
mistris
,
if
you
will
take
my
aduice
At
any
time
,
then
take
this
letter
now
.
Mar.
Tis
strange
,
I
woonder
the
coy
gentleman
,
That
seeing
mee
so
oft
,
would
neuer
speake
,
Is
on
the
sodaine
so
far
wrapt
to
write
.
Bass.
It
shewd
his
iudgement
,
that
he
would
not
speake
Knowing
with
what
a
strict
and
iealous
eie
He
should
be
noted
;
holde
,
if
you
loue
yourselfe
;
Now
will
you
take
this
letter
?
pray
be
rulde
.
Mar.
Come
,
you
haue
such
another
plaguie
toung
,
And
yet
yfayth
I
will
not
.
Bass.
Lord
of
heauen
,
What
,
did
it
burne
your
hands
?
holde
,
hold
,
I
pray
,
And
let
the
words
within
it
fire
your
heart
.
Mar.
I
woonder
how
the
deuill
,
he
found
you
our
To
be
his
spokesman
,
—
O
the
duke
would
thanke
you
,
If
he
knew
how
you
vrgde
me
for
his
sonne
.
Bass.
The
duke
?
I
haue
fretted
her
,
Euen
to
the
liuer
,
and
had
much
adoe
To
make
her
take
it
,
but
I
knew
t'was
sure
;
For
he
that
cannot
turne
and
winde
a
woman
Like
silke
about
his
finger
,
is
no
man
,
Ile
make
her
answer't
too
.
Mar.
O
here's
good
stuffe
.
Hold
,
pray
take
it
for
your
paines
to
bring
it
.
Bass.
Ladie
you
erre
in
my
reward
a
little
,
Which
must
be
a
kind
answere
to
this
letter
.
Mar.
Nay
then
yfaith
,
t'were
best
you
brought
a
Priest
;
And
then
your
client
;
and
then
keepe
the
doore
.
God
me
I
neuer
knew
so
rude
a
man
.
Bass.
Wel
,
you
shall
answer
;
Ile
fetch
pen
and
paper
.
Exit
Mar.
Poore
Vsher
,
how
wert
thou
wrought
to
this
brake
?
Men
worke
on
one
another
for
we
women
,
Nay
each
man
on
himselfe
;
and
all
in
one
Say
;
No
man
is
content
that
lies
alone
.
Here
comes
our
gulled
Squire
.
Bass.
Here
Mistresse
,
write
.
Mar.
What
should
I
write
?
Bass.
An
answer
to
this
letter
.
Mar.
Why
sir
,
I
see
no
cause
of
answer
in
it
,
But
if
you
needs
will
shew
how
much
you
rule
me
,
Sit
downe
;
and
answer
it
,
as
you
please
your selfe
,
Here
is
your
paper
,
lay
it
faire
afore
you
.
Bass.
Lady
,
content
,
Ile
be
your
Secretorie
.
Mar.
I
fit
him
in
this
taske
;
he
thinkes
his
penne
The
Shaft
of
Cupid
,
in
an
amorous
letter
.
Bass.
Is
heere
no
great
worth
of
your
answer
say
you
?
Beleeue
it
,
tis
exceedingly
well
writ
.
Mar.
So
much
the
more
vnfit
for
me
to
answere
,
And
therefore
let
your
Stile
and
it
contend
.
Bassi.
Well
,
you
shall
see
I
will
not
be
farre
short
,
Although
(
indeede
)
I
cannot
write
so
well
When
one
is
by
,
as
when
I
am
alone
.
Mar.
O
,
a
good
Scribe
must
write
,
though
twenty
talke
,
and
he
talke
to
them
too
.
Bass.
Well
,
you
shall
see
.
Mar.
A
proper
peece
of
Scribeship
theres
no
doubt
;
Some
words
,
pickt
out
of
Proclamations
,
Or
great
mens
Speeches
;
or
well
selling
Pamphlets
:
See
how
he
rubbes
his
temples
〈◊〉
I
beleeue
His
Muse
lies
in
the
backe
-
〈◊〉
of
his
braine
,
Which
thicke
and
grosse
,
is
hard
to
be
brought
forward
,
What
?
is
it
loath
to
come
?
Bass.
No
,
not
a
whit
:
Pray
hold
your
peace
a
little
.
Mar.
He
sweates
,
with
bringing
on
his
heauie
stile
,
Ile
plie
him
still
,
till
he
sweate
all
his
wit
out
,
What
man
,
not
yet
?
Bass.
Swoons
,
yowle
not
extort
it
from
a
man
,
How
do
you
like
the
worde
Endeare
?
Mar.
O
fie
vpon't
.
Bass.
Nay
,
then
I
see
your
iudgement
:
what
say
you
to
condole
?
Mar.
Worse
and
worse
.
Bass.
O
braue
!
I
should
make
a
sweete
answer
,
if
I
should
vse
no
words
but
of
your
admittance
.
Mar.
Well
sir
,
write
what
you
please
.
Bass.
Is
modell
a
good
word
with
you
?
Mar.
Put
them
togither
I
pray
.
Bass.
So
I
will
I
warrant
you
.
Mar.
See
,
see
,
see
,
now
it
comes
powring
downe
.
Bass.
I
hope
youle
take
no
exceptions
to
beleeue
it
.
Mar.
Out
vpon't
,
that
phrase
is
so
runne
out
of
breath
in
trifles
,
that
we
shall
haue
no
beleefe
at
all
in
earnest
shortly
.
Beleeue
it
tis
a
prettie
feather
;
beleeue
it
a
daintie
Rush
;
beleeue
it
an
excellent
Cocks-combe
.
Bass.
So
,
so
,
so
,
your
exceptions
sort
very
collaterally
.
M●r.
Collaterally
?
theres
a
fine
word
now
;
wrest
in
that
if
you
can
by
any
meanes
.
Bass.
I
thought
she
would
like
the
very
worst
of
them
all
,
how
thinke
you
?
do
not
I
write
,
and
heare
,
and
talke
too
now
?
Mar.
By
my
soule
,
if
you
can
tell
what
you
write
now
,
you
write
verie
readily
.
Bass.
That
you
shall
see
straight
.
Mar.
But
do
you
not
write
that
you
speake
now
?
Bass.
O
yes
,
doe
you
not
see
how
I
write
it
?
I
can
not
write
when
any bodie
is
by
me
,
I
.
Mar.
Gods
my
life
,
stay
man
;
youle
make
it
too
long
.
Bass.
Nay
,
if
I
can
not
tell
what
belongs
to
the
length
of
a
Ladies
deuice
yfaith
.
Mar.
But
I
will
not
haue
it
so
long
.
Bass.
If
I
cannot
fit
you
?
Mar.
O
me
;
how
it
comes
vpon
him
?
pre
thee
be
short
.
Bass.
Wel
,
now
I
haue
done
,
&
now
I
wil
reade
it
;
your
Lordships
motiue
accōmodating
my
thoughts
,
with
the
very
model
of
my
hearts
mature
consideration
:
it
shall
not
be
out
of
my
Element
to
negotiate
with
you
in
this
amorous
duello
;
wherein
I
will
condole
with
you
,
that
our
proiect
cannot
be
fo
collaterally
made
,
as
our
endeared
hearts
may
verie
well
seeme
to
insinuate
.
Mar.
No
more
:
no
more
;
fie
vpon
this
.
Bass.
Fie
vpon
this
?
hees
accurst
that
haz
to
doe
with
these
vnsound
women
,
of
iudgement
:
if
this
be
not
good
yfaith
.
Mar.
But
tis
so
good
,
t'will
not
be
thought
to
come
from
a
womans
braine
.
Bass.
Thats
another
matter
Mar.
Come
,
I
will
write
my selfe
.
Bass.
A
Gods
name
Lady
:
and
yet
I
will
not
loose
this
I
warrant
you
;
I
know
for
what
Ladie
this
will
serue
as
fit
;
now
we
shall
haue
a
sweete
peece
of
inditement
.
Mar.
How
spell
you
foolish
?
Bass.
F , oo , l , i. sh
;
she
will
presume
t'endite
that
cannot
spel
:
Mar.
How
spell
you
Vsher
?
Bas.
Sblood
,
you
put
not
in
those
words
togither
,
do
you
?
Mar.
No
,
not
togither
.
Bas.
What
is
betwixt
I
pray
?
Mar.
Asse
the
.
Bas.
Asse
the
?
betwixt
foolish
,
and
Vsher
,
Gods
my
life
,
foolish
Asse
the
Vsher
?
Mar.
Nay
then
you
are
so
iealous
of
your
wit
:
now
reade
all
I
haue
written
I
pray
.
Bas.
I
am
not
so
foolish
as
the
Vsher
would
make
me
:
O
so
foolish
as
the
Vsher
would
make
me
?
Wherein
would
I
make
you
foolish
?
Mar.
Why
sir
,
in
willing
me
to
beleeue
he
lou'd
me
so
wel
,
being
so
meere
a
stranger
.
Bass.
O
,
is't
so
?
you
may
say
so
indeed
.
Mar.
Cry
mercie
sir
,
and
I
will
write
so
too
,
&
yet
my
hand
is
so
vile
,
Pray
thee
sit
thee
downe
and
write
as
I
bid
thee
.
Bass.
With
all
my
heart
Lady
,
what
shall
I
write
now
?
Mar.
You
shall
write
this
sir
,
I
am
not
so
foolish
to
thinke
you
loue
me
,
being
so
meere
a
stranger
.
Bass.
So
meere
a
stranger
!
Mar.
And
yet
I
know
,
loue
works
strangely
.
Bass.
Loue
workes
strangely
.
Mar.
And
therefore
take
heed
,
by
whom
you
speake
for
loue
.
Bass.
Speake
for
loue
.
Mar.
For
he
may
speake
for
himselfe
.
Bass.
May
speake
for
himselfe
.
Mar.
Not
that
I
desire
it
,
Bass
Desire
it
.
Mar.
But
if
he
do
;
you
may
speede
,
I
confesse
.
Basse.
Speede
I
confesse
.
Mar.
But
let
that
passe
,
I
do
not
loue
to
discourage
any bodie
.
Bass.
Discourage
any
bodie
.
Mar.
Do
you
or
he
●icke
out
what
you
can
;
&
so
farewell
.
Bass.
And
so
fare
well
.
Is
this
all
?
Mar.
I
,
and
he
may
thanke
your
Syrens
tongue
that
it
is
so
much
.
Bass.
A
proper
Letter
if
you
marke
it
.
Mar.
Well
sir
,
though
it
be
not
so
proper
as
the
writer
;
yet
tis
as
proper
as
the
inditer
;
Euerie
woman
cannot
be
a
gentleman
Vsher
;
they
that
cannot
go
before
,
must
come
behind
.
Bass.
Well
Ladie
,
this
I
will
carrie
instantly
,
I
commend
me
tee
Ladie
.
Exit
.
Mar.
Pittifull
Vsher
,
what
a
prettie
sleight
,
Goes
to
the
working
vp
of
euerie
thing
?
What
sweet
varietie
serues
a
womans
wit
?
We
make
men
sue
to
vs
for
that
we
wish
.
Poore
men
;
hold
out
a
while
;
and
do
not
sue
,
And
spite
of
Custome
we
will
sue
to
you
.
Exit
.
Finis
Actus
tertij
.
ACTVS
QVARTI
,
SCAENA
PRIMA
.
Enter
Pogio
running
in
and
knocking
at
Cynanches
doore
.
Pog.
O
God
,
how
wearie
I
am
?
Aunt
,
Madam
.
Cynanche
,
Aunt
?
Cyn.
How
now
?
Pog.
O
God
,
Aunt
:
O
God
Aunt
:
O
God
.
Cyn.
What
bad
newes
brings
this
man
?
where
is
my
Lord
?
Pog.
O
Aunt
,
my
Vnkle
,
hees
shot
.
Cyn.
Shot
,
ay
me
!
How
is
he
shot
?
Pog.
Why
with
a
forked
shaft
As
he
was
hunting
,
full
in
his
left
side
.
Cyn.
O
me
accurst
,
where
is
hee
?
bring
me
,
where
?
Pog.
Comming
with
Doctor
Beniuemus
,
Ile
leaue
you
,
and
goe
tell
my
Lord
Vincentio
.
Exit
.
Enter
Beniuemus
with
others
,
bringing
in
Strozza
with
an
arrow
in
his
side
.
Cyn.
See
the
sad
sight
,
I
dare
not
yeeld
to
griefe
,
But
force
faind
patience
to
recomfort
him
:
My
Lord
,
what
chance
is
this
?
how
fares
your
lordship
?
Stro.
Wounded
,
and
faint
with
anguish
,
let
me
rest
.
Ben.
A
chaire
.
Cyn.
O
Doctor
,
ist
a
deadly
hurt
?
Ben.
I
hope
not
Madam
,
though
not
free
from
danger
.
Cyn.
Why
plucke
you
not
the
arrow
from
his
side
?
Ben.
We
cannot
Lady
,
the
forckt
head
so
fast
Stickes
in
the
bottome
of
his
sollide
ribbe
.
Stro.
No
meane
then
Doctor
rests
there
to
educe
it
?
Ben.
This
onely
,
my
good
Lord
,
to
giue
your
wound
A
greater
orifice
,
and
in
sunder
break
The
pierced
ribbe
;
which
being
so
neere
the
midriffe
,
And
opening
to
the
region
of
the
heart
,
Will
be
exceeding
dangerous
to
your
life
.
Stro.
I
will
not
see
my
bosome
mangled
so
,
Nor
sternely
be
anatomizde
aliue
,
Ile
rather
perish
with
it
sticking
still
.
Cyn.
O
no
;
sweete
doctor
thinke
vpon
some
help
.
Ben.
I
tolde
you
all
that
can
be
thought
in
Arte
,
Which
since
your
Lordship
will
not
yeelde
to
vse
,
Our
last
hope
rests
in
Natures
secret
aide
,
Whose
power
at
length
may
happily
expell
it
.
Stro.
Must
we
attend
at
deaths
abhorred
doore
,
The
torturing
delaies
of
slauish
Nature
?
My
life
is
in
mine
owne
powers
to
dissolue
:
And
why
not
then
the
paines
that
plague
my
life
?
Rise
furies
,
and
this
furie
of
my
bane
,
Assaile
and
conquer
;
what
men
madnesse
calle
(
That
hath
no
eye
to
sense
,
but
frees
the
foule
,
Exempt
of
hope
,
and
feare
with
instant
fate
)
Is
manliest
reason
;
manliest
reason
then
,
Resolue
and
rid
me
of
this
brutish
life
,
Hasten
the
cowardly
protracted
cure
Of
all
diseases
:
King
of
Phisitians
,
death
,
Ile
dig
thee
from
this
Mine
of
miserie
.
Cyn.
O
hold
my
Lord
,
this
is
no
christian
part
,
Nor
yet
skarce
manly
,
when
your
mankinde
foe
,
Imperious
death
shall
make
your
grones
his
trumpets
To
summon
resignation
of
lifes
Fort
,
To
flie
without
resistance
;
you
must
force
A
countermine
of
Fortitude
,
more
deepe
Than
this
poore
Mine
of
paines
,
to
blow
him
vp
,
And
spight
of
him
liue
victor
,
though
subdu'd
:
Patience
in
torment
,
is
a
valure
more
Than
euer
crownd
Th'
Alcmenean
Conquerour
.
Stro.
Rage
is
the
vent
of
torment
,
let
me
rise
.
Cyn.
Men
doe
but
crie
,
that
rage
in
miseries
,
And
scarcely
beaten
children
,
become
cries
:
Paines
are
like
womens
clamors
,
which
the
lesse
They
find
mens
patience
stirred
,
the
more
they
cease
.
Of
this
tis
said
,
afflictions
bring
to
God
,
Because
they
make
vs
like
him
,
drinking
vp
Ioyes
that
deforme
vs
with
the
lusts
of
sense
,
And
turne
our
generall
being
into
soule
,
Whose
actions
simply
formed
and
applied
,
Draw
all
our
bodies
frailties
from
respect
.
Stro.
Away
with
this
vnmedcinable
balme
Of
worded
breath
;
for
beare
friends
,
let
me
rest
,
I
sweare
I
will
be
bands
vnto
my selfe
.
Ben.
That
will
become
your
lordship
best
indeed
.
Stro.
Ile
breake
away
,
and
leape
into
the
Sea
.
Or
from
some
Turret
cast
me
hedlong
downe
,
To
shiuer
this
fraile
carkasse
into
dust
.
Cyn.
O
my
deare
Lord
,
what
vnlike
words
are
these
,
To
the
late
fruits
of
your
religious
Noblesse
?
Stro.
Leaue
me
fond
woman
.
Cyn.
Ile
be
hewne
from
hence
Before
I
leaue
you
;
helpe
me
gentle
Doctor
.
Ben.
Haue
patience
good
my
Lord
.
Stro.
Then
leade
me
in
,
Cut
off
the
timber
of
this
cursed
Shaft
,
And
let
the
fork'd
pile
canker
to
my
heart
.
Cyn.
Deare
Lord
,
resolue
on
humble
sufferance
.
Str.
I
will
not
heare
thee
,
woman
,
be
content
.
Cyn.
O
neuer
shall
my
counsailes
cease
to
knocke
At
thy
impatient
eares
,
till
they
flie
in
And
salue
with
Christian
patience
,
Pagan
sinne
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Vincentio
with
a
letter
in
his
hand
,
Bassiolo
.
Bass.
This
is
her
letter
sir
,
you
now
shall
see
How
seely
a
thing
tis
in
respect
of
mine
,
And
what
a
simple
woman
she
haz
prou'd
,
To
refuse
mine
for
hers
;
I
pray
looke
heere
.
Vin.
Soft
sir
,
I
know
not
,
I
being
her
sworn
seruant
,
If
I
may
put
vp
these
disgracefull
words
,
Giuen
of
my
Mistris
,
without
touch
of
honour
.
Bas.
Disgracefull
words
;
I
protest
I
speake
not
To
disgrace
her
,
but
to
grace
my selfe
.
Vin.
Nay
then
sir
,
if
it
be
to
grace
your selfe
,
I
am
content
;
but
otherwise
you
know
,
I
was
to
take
exceptions
to
a
King
.
Bas.
Nay
,
y'are
ith
right
for
that
;
but
reade
I
pray
,
if
there
be
not
more
choice
words
in
that
letter
,
than
in
any
three
of
Gueuaras
golden
epistles
,
I
am
a
very
asse
.
How
thinke
you
Vince
?
Vin.
By
heauen
no
lesse
sir
,
it
is
the
best
thing
;
he
rends
it
,
Gods
what
a
beast
am
I
.
Bas.
Is
is
no
matter
,
I
can
set
it
together
againe
.
Vin.
Pardon
me
sir
,
I
protest
I
was
rauisht
:
but
was
it
possible
she
should
preferre
hers
before
this
?
Bass.
O
sir
,
she
cride
fie
vpon
this
.
Vin.
Well
,
I
must
say
nothing
,
loue
is
blind
you
know
,
and
can
finde
no
fault
in
his
beloued
.
Bass.
Nay
,
thats
most
certaine
.
Vin.
Gee't
me
:
Ile
haue
this
letter
.
Bass.
No
good
Vince
,
tis
not
worth
it
.
Vin.
Ile
ha't
ifaith
,
heeres
enough
in
it
to
serue
for
my
letters
as
long
as
I
liue
;
Ile
keepe
it
to
breede
on
as
twere
:
But
I
much
wonder
you
could
make
her
write
.
Bass.
Indeede
there
were
some
words
belongd
to
that
.
Vin.
How
strong
an
influence
works
in
well
plac'd
words
,
And
yet
there
must
be
a
prepared
loue
,
To
giue
those
words
so
mighty
a
command
,
Or
twere
impossible
they
should
moue
so
much
:
And
will
you
tell
me
true
?
Bass.
In
any
thing
.
Vin.
Does
not
this
Lady
loue
you
?
Bass.
Loue
me
?
why
yes
;
I
thinke
she
does
not
hate
me
.
Vin.
Nay
but
ifaith
,
does
she
not
loue
you
dearely
?
Bass.
No
I
protest
.
Vin.
Nor
haue
you
neuer
kist
her
?
Bass.
Kist
her
,
thats
nothing
.
Vin.
But
you
know
my
meaning
:
Haue
you
not
beene
,
as
one
would
say
,
afore
me
?
Bass.
Not
I
,
I
sweare
.
Vin.
O
,
y'are
too
true
to
tell
.
Bass.
Nay
be
my
troth
,
she
haz
,
I
must
confesse
,
Vsde
me
with
good
respect
,
and
nobly
still
,
But
for
such
matters
.
Vin.
Verie
little
more
,
Would
make
him
take
her
maidenhead
vpon
him
:
Well
friend
,
I
rest
yet
in
a
little
doubt
,
This
was
not
hers
.
Bass.
T'was
by
that
light
that
shines
,
And
Ile
goe
fetch
her
to
you
to
confirme
it
.
Vin.
O
passing
friend
.
Bass.
But
when
she
comes
,
in
any
case
be
bold
,
And
come
vpon
her
with
some
pleasing
thing
,
To
shew
y'are
pleasde
:
how euer
she
behaues
her
,
As
for
example
;
if
she
turne
her
backe
,
Vse
you
that
action
you
would
doe
before
,
And
court
her
thus
;
Lady
,
your
backe
part
is
as
faire
to
me
,
as
is
your
fore
part
.
Vin.
T'will
be
most
pleasing
.
Bass.
I
,
for
if
you
loue
One
part
aboue
another
,
tis
a
signe
You
like
not
all
alike
,
and
the
worst
part
About
your
Mistris
,
you
must
thinke
as
faire
,
As
sweete
,
and
daintie
,
as
the
very
best
,
So
much
,
for
so
much
,
and
considering
too
,
Each
seuerall
limbe
and
member
in
his
kinde
.
Vin.
As
a
man
should
.
Bass.
True
,
will
you
thinke
of
this
?
Uin.
I
hope
I
shall
.
Bass.
But
if
she
chance
to
laugh
,
You
must
not
lose
your
countenance
,
but
deuise
Some
speech
to
shew
you
pleasde
,
euen
being
laugh'd
at
.
Vin.
I
,
but
what
speech
?
Bass.
Gods
pretious
man
!
do
something
of
your selfe
?
But
Ile
deuise
a
speech
.
he
studies
.
Vin.
Inspire
him
folly
.
Bass.
Or
tis
no
matter
,
be
but
bold
enough
,
And
laugh
when
she
laughs
,
and
it
is
enough
:
Ile
fetch
her
to
you
.
Exit
.
Vin.
Now
was
there
euer
such
a
demilance
,
To
beare
a
man
so
cleare
through
thicke
and
thinne
?
Enter
Bassiolo
.
Bass.
Or
harke
you
sir
,
if
she
should
steale
a
laughter
Vnder
her
fanne
,
thus
you
may
say
,
sweete
Lady
,
If
you
will
laugh
and
lie
downe
,
I
am
pleasde
.
Vin.
And
so
I
were
by
heauen
;
how
know
you
that
?
Bass.
Slid
man
,
Ile
hit
your
very
thoughts
in
these
things
.
Vin.
Fetch
her
sweete
friend
,
Ile
hit
your
words
I
warrant
,
Bass.
Be
bold
then
Vince
,
and
presse
her
to
it
hard
,
A
shamefac'd
man
,
is
of
all
women
barr'd
.
Exit
.
Vin.
How
easly
worthlesse
men
take
worth
vpon
them
,
And
being
ouer
credulous
of
their
owne
worths
,
Doe
vnderprize
as
much
the
worth
of
others
.
The
foole
is
rich
,
and
absurd
riches
thinks
All
merit
is
rung
out
,
where
his
purse
chinks
.
Enter
Bassiolo
and
Margaret
.
Bas.
My
Lord
,
with
much
intreaty
heeres
my
Lady
.
Nay
Maddam
,
looke
not
backe
:
why
Vince
I
say
?
Mar.
Vince
?
O
monstrous
ieast
!
Bas.
To
her
for
shame
.
Vin.
Lady
,
your
backe
part
is
as
sweete
to
me
As
all
your
fore
part
.
Bas.
He
miss'd
alittle
:
he
said
her
back
part
was
sweet
,
when
He
should
haue
said
faire
;
but
see
,
she
laughs
most
fitly
,
To
bring
in
the
tother
:
Vince
,
to
her
againe
,
she
laughs
.
Vin.
Laugh
you
faire
Dame
?
If
you
will
laugh
and
lie
downe
,
I
am
pleasde
.
Mar.
What
villanous
stuffe
is
heere
?
Bas.
Sweete
Mistris
,
of
meere
grace
imbolden
now
The
kind
young
Prince
heere
,
it
is
onely
loue
Vpon
my
protestation
,
that
thus
daunts
His
most
Heroicke
spirit
:
so
a
while
Ile
leaue
you
close
together
;
Vince
,
I
say
—
Exit
.
Mar.
O
horrible
hearing
,
does
he
call
you
Vince
?
Vin.
O
I
,
what
else
?
and
I
made
him
imbrace
me
,
Knitting
a
most
familiar
league
of
friendship
.
Mar.
But
wherefore
did
you
court
me
so
absurdly
?
Vin.
Gods
me
,
he
taught
me
,
I
spake
out
of
him
.
Mar.
O
fie
vpon't
,
could
you
for
pitty
make
him
Such
a
poore
creature
?
twas
abuse
enough
To
make
him
take
on
him
such
sawcie
friendship
;
And
yet
his
place
is
great
;
for
hees
not
onely
My
fathers
Vsher
,
but
the
worlds
beside
,
Because
he
goes
before
it
all
in
folly
.
Vin.
Well
,
in
these
homely
wiles
,
must
our
loues
maske
,
Since
power
denies
him
his
apparant
right
,
Mar.
But
is
there
no
meane
to
dissolue
that
power
,
And
to
preuent
all
further
wrong
to
vs
,
Which
it
may
worke
,
by
forcing
Mariage
rites
,
Betwixt
me
and
the
Duke
?
Vin.
No
meane
but
one
,
And
that
is
closely
to
be
maried
first
,
Which
I
perceiue
not
how
we
can
performe
:
For
at
my
fathers
comming
backe
from
hunting
,
I
feare
your
father
and
himselfe
resolue
,
To
barre
my
interest
with
his
present
nuptialls
.
Mar.
That
shall
they
neuer
doe
;
may
not
we
now
Our
contract
make
,
and
marie
before
heauen
?
Are
not
the
lawes
of
God
and
Nature
,
more
Than
formall
lawes
of
men
?
are
outward
rites
,
More
vertuous
then
the
very
substance
is
Of
holy
nuptialls
solemnizde
within
?
Or
shall
lawes
made
to
curbe
the
common
world
,
That
would
not
be
contain'd
in
forme
without
them
,
Hurt
them
that
Are
a
law
vnto
themselues
?
My
princely
loue
,
tis
not
a
Priest
shall
let
vs
:
But
since
th'eternall
acts
of
our
pure
soules
,
Knit
vs
with
God
,
the
soule
of
all
the
world
,
He
shall
be
Priest
to
vs
;
and
with
such
rites
As
we
can
heere
deuise
,
we
will
expresse
,
And
strongely
ratifie
our
hearts
true
vowes
,
Which
no
externall
violence
shall
dissolue
.
Vin.
This
is
our
onely
meane
t'enioy
each
other
:
And
,
my
deare
life
,
I
will
deuise
a
forme
To
execute
the
substance
of
our
mindes
,
In
honor'd
nuptialls
.
First
then
hide
your
face
With
this
your
spotlesse
white
and
virgin
vaile
:
Now
this
my
skarfe
Ile
knit
about
your
arme
,
As
you
shall
knit
this
other
end
on
mine
,
And
as
I
knit
it
,
heere
I
vow
by
Heauen
,
By
the
most
sweete
imaginarie
ioyes
,
Of
vntride
nuptialls
;
by
loues
vshering
fire
,
Fore-melting
beautie
,
and
loues
flame
it selfe
.
As
this
is
soft
and
pliant
to
your
arme
In
a
circumferent
flexure
,
so
will
I
Be
tender
of
your
welfare
and
your
will
,
As
of
mine
owne
,
as
of
my
life
and
soule
,
In
all
things
,
and
for
euer
;
onelie
you
Shall
haue
this
care
in
fulnesse
,
onely
you
Of
all
dames
shall
be
mine
,
and
onely
you
Ile
court
,
commend
and
ioy
in
,
till
I
die
.
Mar.
With
like
conceit
only
our
arme
this
I
tie
,
And
heere
in
sight
of
heauen
,
by
it
I
sweare
,
By
my
loue
to
you
,
which
commands
my
life
,
By
the
deare
price
of
such
a
constant
husband
,
As
you
haue
vowed
to
be
:
and
by
the
ioy
I
shall
imbrace
by
all
meanes
to
requite
you
:
Ile
be
as
apt
to
gouerne
as
this
silke
,
As
priuate
as
my
face
is
to
this
vaile
,
And
as
farre
from
offence
,
as
this
from
blacknesse
.
I
will
be
courted
of
no
man
but
you
,
In
,
and
for
you
shall
be
my
ioyes
and
woes
:
If
you
be
sicke
,
I
will
be
sicke
,
though
well
:
If
you
be
well
,
I
will
be
well
,
though
sicke
:
Your selfe
alone
my
compleat
world
shall
be
,
Euen
from
this
houre
,
to
all
eternity
.
Vin.
It
is
inough
,
and
binds
as
much
as
marriage
.
Enter
Bassiolo
.
Bass.
Ile
see
in
what
plight
my
poore
louer
stands
,
Gods
me
!
a
beckons
me
to
haue
me
gone
,
It
seemes
hees
entred
into
some
good
vaine
:
Ile
hence
,
loue
cureth
when
he
vents
his
paine
.
Exit
.
Vin.
Now
my
sweet
life
,
we
both
remember
well
What
we
haue
vow'd
shall
all
be
kept
entire
Maugre
our
fathers
wraths
,
danger
and
death
:
And
to
confirme
this
,
shall
we
spend
our
breath
?
Be
well
aduisde
,
for
yet
your
choice
shall
be
In
all
things
as
before
,
as
large
and
free
.
Mar.
What
I
haue
vow'd
,
Ile
keepe
euen
past
my
death
.
Vin.
And
I
:
and
now
in
token
I
dissolue
Your
virgin
state
,
I
take
this
snowie
vaile
,
From
your
much
fairer
face
,
and
claime
the
dues
Of
sacred
nuptialls
:
and
now
fairest
heauen
,
As
thou
art
infinitely
raisde
from
earth
,
Diffrent
and
opposite
,
so
blesse
this
match
,
As
farre
remou'd
from
Customes
popular
sects
,
And
as
vnstaind
with
her
abhorr'd
respects
.
Enter
Bassiolo
.
Bass.
Mistris
,
away
,
Pogio
runnes
vp
and
downe
,
Calling
for
Lord
Vincentio
;
come
away
,
For
hitherward
he
bends
his
clamorous
haste
.
Mar.
Remember
loue
.
Exit
Mar.
and
Bassiolo
.
Vin.
Or
else
forget
me
heauen
.
Why
am
I
sought
for
by
this
Pogio
?
The
Asse
is
great
with
child
of
some
ill
newes
,
His
mouth
is
neuer
fill'd
with
other
sound
.
Enter
Pogio.
Pog.
Where
is
my
Lord
Vincentio
,
where
is
my
Lord
?
Vin.
Here
he
is
Asse
,
what
an
exclaiming
keep'st
thou
?
Pog.
Slood
,
my
Lord
,
I
haue
followed
you
vp
and
downe
like
a
Tantalus
pig
,
till
I
haue
worne
out
my
hose
here abouts
,
Ile
be
sworne
,
and
yet
you
call
me
Asse
still
;
But
I
can
tell
you
passing
ill
newes
my
Lord
.
Uin.
I
know
that
well
sir
,
thou
neuer
bringst
other
;
whats
your
newes
now
,
I
pray
▪
Pog.
O
Lord
,
my
Lord
vncle
is
shot
in
the
side
with
an
arrow
.
Vin.
Plagues
take
thy
tongue
,
is
he
in
any
danger
?
Pog.
O
danger
;
I
,
he
haz
lien
speechlesse
this
two
houres
,
And
talkes
so
idlely
.
Vin.
Accursed
newes
,
where
is
he
,
bring
me
to
him
.
Pog.
Yes
,
do
you
lead
,
and
Ile
guide
you
to
him
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Strozza
;
brought
in
a
Chaire
,
Cynanche
,
Benenemus
,
with
others
.
Cyn.
How
fares
it
now
with
my
deare
Lord
and
husband
?
Stro.
Come
neere
me
wife
,
I
fare
the
better
farre
For
the
sweete
foode
of
thy
diuine
aduice
,
Let
no
man
value
at
a
little
price
.
A
vertuous
womans
counsaile
,
her
wing'd
spirit
,
Is
featherd
herd
oftentimes
with
heauenly
words
;
And
(
like
her
beautie
)
rauishing
,
and
pure
.
The
weaker
bodie
,
still
the
stronger
soule
,
When
good
endeuours
do
her
powers
applie
,
Her
loue
drawes
neerest
mans
felicitie
,
O
what
a
treasure
is
a
vertuous
wife
,
Discreet
and
louing
,
Not
one
gift
on
earth
,
Makes
a
mans
life
so
highly
bound
to
heauen
;
She
giues
him
double
forces
,
to
endure
And
to
enioy
;
by
being
one
with
him
,
Feeling
his
Ioies
and
Griefes
with
equall
sence
;
And
like
the
twins
Hypocrates
reports
:
If
he
fetch
sighes
,
she
drawes
her
breath
as
short
:
If
he
lament
,
she
melts
her selfe
in
teares
:
If
he
be
glad
,
she
triumphs
;
if
he
stirre
,
She
moou's
his
way
;
in
all
things
his
sweete
Ape
:
And
is
in
alterations
passing
strange
.
Himselfe
diuinely
varied
without
change
:
Gold
is
right
pretious
;
but
his
price
infects
With
pride
and
auarice
;
Aucthority
lifts
Hats
from
mens
heades
;
and
bowes
the
strongest
knees
,
Yet
cannot
bend
in
rule
the
weakest
hearts
;
Musicke
delights
but
one
sence
;
Nor
choice
meats
One
quickly
fades
,
the
other
stirre
to
sinne
;
But
a
true
wife
,
both
sence
and
soule
delights
,
And
mixeth
not
her
good
with
any
ill
;
Her
vertues
(
ruling
hearts
)
all
powres
command
;
All
Store
without
her
,
leaues
a
man
but
poore
;
And
with
her
,
Pouertie
is
exceeding
Store
;
No
time
is
tedious
with
her
,
her
true
woorth
Makes
a
true
husband
thinke
,
his
armes
enfold
;
(
With
her
alone
)
a
compleate
worlde
of
gold
.
Cyn.
I
wish
(
deare
loue
)
I
coulde
deserue
as
much
,
As
your
most
kinde
conceipt
hath
well
exprest
:
But
when
my
best
is
done
,
I
see
you
wounded
;
And
neither
can
recure
nor
ease
your
pains
.
Stro.
Cynanche
,
thy
aduise
hath
made
me
well
;
My
free
submission
to
the
hand
of
heauen
Makes
it
redeeme
me
from
the
rage
of
paine
.
For
though
I
know
the
malice
of
my
wound
Shootes
still
the
same
distemper
through
my
vaines
,
Yet
the
Iudiciall
patience
I
embrace
,
(
In
which
my
minde
spreads
her
impassiue
powres
Through
all
my
suffring
parts
;
)
expels
their
frailetie
;
And
rendering
vp
their
whole
life
to
my
soule
,
Leaues
me
nought
else
but
soule
;
and
so
like
her
,
Free
from
the
passions
of
my
fuming
blood
.
Cyn.
Would
God
you
were
so
;
and
that
too
much
payne
.
Were
not
the
reason
,
you
felt
sence
of
none
.
Stro.
Thinkst
thou
me
mad
Cynanche
?
for
mad
men
,
By
paynes
vngouernd
,
haue
no
sence
of
payne
.
But
I
,
I
tell
you
am
quite
contrary
,
Easde
with
well
gouerning
my
submitted
payne
.
Be
cheerd
then
wife
;
and
looke
not
for
,
in
mee
,
The
manners
of
a
common
wounded
man
.
Humilitie
hath
raisde
me
to
the
starres
;
In
which
(
as
in
a
sort
of
Cristall
Globes
)
I
sit
and
see
things
hidde
from
humane
sight
.
I
,
euen
the
very
accidents
to
come
Are
present
with
my
knowledge
;
the
seuenth
day
The
arrow
head
will
fall
out
of
my
side
.
The
seauenth
day
wife
,
the
forked
head
will
out
.
Cyn.
Would
God
it
would
my
Lord
,
and
leaue
you
wel
Stro.
Yes
,
the
seuenth
day
,
I
am
assurd
it
will
:
And
I
shall
liue
,
I
know
it
;
I
thanke
heauen
,
I
knowe
it
well
;
and
ile
teach
my
phisition
,
To
build
his
cares
heereafter
vpon
heauen
More
then
on
earthly
medcines
;
for
I
knowe
Many
things
showne
me
from
the
op'ned
skies
,
That
passe
all
arts
.
Now
my
phisition
Is
comming
to
me
,
he
makes
friendly
haste
;
And
I
will
well
requite
his
care
of
mee
.
Cyn.
How
knowe
you
he
is
comming
?
Stro.
Passing
well
;
and
that
my
deare
friend
lord
Vincentio
Will
presently
come
see
me
too
;
ile
stay
(
My
good
phisition
)
till
my
true
friend
come
.
Cyn.
Ay
me
,
his
talke
is
idle
;
and
I
feare
,
Foretells
his
reasonable
Soule
now
leaues
him
.
Stro.
Bring
my
Physition
in
,
hee's
at
the
doore
.
Cyn.
Alas
,
theres
no
Physition
.
Stro.
But
I
know
it
;
See
,
he
is
come
.
Enter
Benouemius
.
Ben.
How
fares
my
worthy
Lord
?
Stro.
Good
Doctor
,
I
endure
no
paine
at
all
,
And
the
seauenth
day
,
the
arrowes
head
will
out
.
Ben.
Why
should
it
fall
out
the
seuenth
day
my
Lord
?
Stro.
I
know
it
;
the
seuenth
day
it
will
not
faile
.
Ben.
I
wish
it
may
,
my
Lord
.
S●ro.
Yes
,
t'will
be
so
,
You
come
with
purpose
to
take
present
leaue
,
But
you
shall
stay
a
while
;
my
Lord
Vincentio
Would
see
you
faine
and
now
is
comming
hither
:
Ben.
How
knowes
your
Lordship
?
haue
you
sent
for
him
?
Stro.
No
but
t'is
very
true
;
hee's
now
hard
by
,
And
will
not
hinder
your
affaires
a
whit
.
Ben.
How
want
of
rest
distempers
his
light
braine
?
Brings
my
Lord
any
traine
?
Stro.
None
but
himselfe
.
My
nephew
Pogio
now
hath
left
his
Grace
.
Good
Doctor
go
,
and
bring
him
by
his
hand
,
(
Which
he
will
giue
you
)
to
my
longing
eyes
,
Ben.
Tis
strange
,
if
this
be
true
.
Exit
.
Cyn.
The
Prince
I
thinke
,
Yet
knowes
not
of
your
hurt
.
Enter
Vincentio
holding
the
Doctors
hand
.
Stro.
Yes
wife
,
too
well
,
See
he
is
come
;
welcome
my
princely
friend
:
I
haue
beene
shot
my
Lord
;
but
the
seventh
day
The
arrowes
head
will
fall
out
of
my
side
,
And
I
shall
hue
.
Vin.
I
doe
not
feare
your
life
,
But
,
Doctor
,
is
it
your
opinion
,
That
the
seuenth
day
the
arrow
head
will
out
?
Stro.
No
,
t'is
not
his
opinion
,
t'is
my
knowledge
:
For
I
doe
know
it
well
;
and
I
do
wish
Euen
for
your
onely
sake
,
my
noble
Lord
,
This
were
the
seuenth
day
;
and
I
now
were
well
,
That
I
might
be
some
strength
to
your
hard
state
,
For
you
haue
many
perils
to
endure
:
Great
is
your
danger
;
great
;
vour
vniust
ill
Is
passing
foule
and
mortall
;
would
to
God
My
wound
were
something
well
,
I
might
be
with
you
,
Nay
do
not
whisper
,
I
know
what
I
say
,
Too
well
for
you
,
my
Lord
;
I
wonder
heauen
Will
let
such
violence
threat
an
innocent
life
.
Vin.
What ere
it
be
,
deare
friend
,
so
you
be
well
,
I
will
endure
it
all
;
your
wounded
state
Is
all
the
daunger
I
feare
towards
me
.
Stro.
Nay
,
mine
is
nothing
;
For
the
seuenth
day
This
arrow
head
will
out
,
and
I
shall
liue
,
And
so
shall
you
,
I
thinke
;
but
verie
hardly
.
It
will
be
hardly
,
you
will
scape
indeed
.
Vin.
Be
as
will
be
;
pray
heauen
your
prophecie
Be
happily
accomplished
in
your selfe
,
And
nothing
then
can
come
amisse
to
me
.
Stro.
What
sayes
my
Doctor
?
thinks
he
I
say
true
?
Ben.
If
your
good
Lordship
could
but
rest
a
while
,
I
would
hope
well
.
Stro.
Yes
,
I
shall
rest
I
know
,
If
that
will
helpe
your
indgement
.
Ben.
Yes
,
it
will
,
And
good
my
Lord
,
lets
helpe
you
in
to
trie
.
Stro.
You
please
me
much
,
I
shall
sleepe
instantly
.
Exeunt
,
Enter
Alphonso
,
and
Medice
.
Alp.
Why
should
the
humorous
boy
forsake
the
chace
?
As
if
he
tooke
aduantage
of
my
absence
,
To
some
act
that
my
presence
would
offend
.
Med.
I
warrant
you
my
Lord
,
t'is
to
that
end
:
And
I
beleeue
he
wrongs
you
in
your
loue
.
Children
presuming
on
their
parents
kindnesse
,
Care
not
what
vnkind
actions
they
commit
Against
their
quiet
:
And
were
I
as
you
,
I
would
affright
my
sonne
from
these
bold
parts
,
And
father
him
as
I
found
his
deserts
.
Alp.
I
sweare
I
will
:
and
can
I
proue
he
aymes
At
any
interruption
in
my
loue
,
Ile
interrupt
his
life
.
Med.
We
soone
shall
see
,
For
I
haue
made
Madam
Corteza
search
With
pick-locks
,
all
the
Ladies
Cabynets
About
Earle
Lassos
house
;
and
if
there
be
Traffique
of
loue
,
twixt
any
one
of
them
,
And
your
suspected
sonne
;
t'will
soone
appeare
,
In
some
signe
of
their
amorous
marchandise
;
See
where
she
comes
,
loded
with
Iems
&
papers
.
Enter
.
Cort.
Cor.
See
here
,
my
Lord
,
I
haue
rob'd
all
their
Caskets
,
Know
you
this
Ring
?
this
Carquanet
?
this
Chaine
?
Will
any
of
these
letters
serue
your
turne
?
Alp.
I
know
not
these
things
;
but
come
:
let
me
reade
some
of
these
letters
.
Madam
,
in
this
deed
You
deserue
highly
of
my
Lord
the
Duke
.
Cor.
Nay
my
Lord
Medice
,
I
thinke
I
told
you
I
could
do
prettie
well
in
these
affaires
:
O
these
yong
Girles
engrosse
vp
all
the
loue
From
vs
,
(
poore
Beldams
;
)
but
I
hold
my
hand
,
Ile
ferret
all
the
Cunni-holes
of
their
kindnesse
Ere
I
haue
done
with
them
.
Alp.
Passion
of
death
!
See
,
see
,
Lord
Medice
,
my
trait'rous
sonne
,
Hath
long
ioyde
in
the
fauours
of
my
loue
:
Woe
to
the
wombe
that
bore
him
:
and
my
care
To
bring
him
vp
to
this
accursed
houre
,
In
which
all
cares
possesse
my
wretched
life
.
Med.
What
father
,
would
beleeue
he
had
a
sonne
So
full
of
trecherie
to
his
innocent
state
?
And
yet
my
Lord
,
this
letter
shewes
no
meeting
,
But
a
desire
to
meete
.
Cort.
Yes
,
yes
,
my
Lord
,
I
doe
suspect
they
meete
;
and
I
beleeue
I
know
well
where
too
;
I
beleeue
I
doe
;
And
therefore
tell
me
;
does
no
creature
know
,
That
you
haue
left
the
chase
thus
suddenly
?
And
are
come
hither
?
haue
you
not
beene
seene
By
any
of
these
Louers
?
Alp.
Not
by
any
.
Cor.
Come
then
,
come
follow
me
;
I
am
perswaded
I
shall
go
neare
to
shew
you
their
kind
hands
.
Their
confidence
,
that
you
are
still
a
hunting
,
Will
make
your
amorous
sonne
that
stole
from
thence
,
Bold
in
his
loue-sports
;
Come
,
come
,
a
fresh
chace
,
I
hold
this
pickelocke
,
you
shall
hunt
at
view
.
What
,
do
they
thinke
to
seape
?
An
old
wiues
eye
Is
a
blew
Cristall
full
of
sorcerie
.
Alp.
If
this
be
true
,
the
traitrous
boy
shall
die
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lasso
,
Margaret
,
Bassiolo
going
before
.
Lass.
Tell
me
I
pray
you
,
what
strange
hopes
they
are
That
feed
your
coy
conceits
against
the
Duke
,
And
are
prefer'd
before
th'assured
greatnes
His
highness
graciously
would
make
your
fortunes
?
Mar.
I
haue
small
hopes
,
my
Lord
;
but
a
desire
To
make
my
nuptiall
choice
of
one
I
loue
,
And
as
I
would
be
loath
t'impaire
my
state
;
So
I
,
affect
not
honours
that
exceed
it
.
Lass.
O
you
are
verie
temp'rate
in
your
choice
,
Pleading
a
iudgement
past
your
sexe
,
and
yeares
.
But
I
beleeue
some
fancie
'
will
be
found
,
The
forge
of
these
gay
Gloses
:
if
it
be
,
I
shall
descipher
what
close
traitor
tis
That
is
your
Agent
in
your
secret
plots
.
Bass.
Swoones
.
Lass.
And
him
for
whom
you
plot
;
and
on
you
all
I
will
reuenge
thy
disobedieuce
,
With
such
seuere
correction
,
as
shall
fright
All
such
deluders
from
the
like
attempts
:
But
chiefly
he
shall
smart
that
is
your
factor
.
Bass.
O
me
,
accurst
!
Lass.
Meane
time
Ile
cut
Your
poore
craft
short
yfaith
.
Mar.
Poore
craft
indeede
,
That
I
,
or
any
others
vse
,
forme
.
Lass.
Well
Dame
,
if
it
be
nothing
but
the
iarre
Of
your
vnfiued
fancie
;
that
procures
Your
wilfull
coynesse
to
my
Lord
the
Duke
,
No
doubt
but
Time
,
and
Iudgement
will
conforme
it
To
such
obedience
,
as
so
great
desert
Proposde
to
your
acceptance
doth
require
.
To
which
end
doe
you
counsaile
her
Bassiolo
.
And
let
me
see
Maid
gainst
the
Duks
returne
,
Another
tincture
set
vpon
your
lookes
Then
heretofore
;
For
be
assur'd
at
last
Thou
shalt
consent
,
or
else
incurre
my
curse
:
Aduise
her
,
you
Bassiolo
.
Exit
.
Bass.
I
,
my
good
Lord
;
Gods
pittie
,
what
an
errant
Asse
was
I
,
To
entertaine
the
Princes
craftie
friendship
?
Slood
,
I
halfe
suspect
,
the
villaine
guld
me
;
Mar.
Our
Squire
I
thinke
is
staru'd
.
Bass.
Nay
Ladie
it
is
true
,
And
you
must
frame
your
fancie
to
the
Duke
,
For
I
protest
I
will
not
be
corrupted
,
For
all
the
friends
and
fortunes
in
the
world
,
To
gull
my
Lord
that
trusts
me
.
Mar.
O
sir
,
now
,
Y'are
true
too
late
.
Bass.
No
Ladie
,
not
a
whit
,
Slood
,
and
you
thinke
to
make
an
Asse
of
me
,
May
chance
to
rise
betimes
;
I
know't
,
I
know
.
Mar.
Out
seruile
coward
,
shall
a
light
suspect
,
That
hath
no
slendrest
proofe
of
what
we
do
,
Infringe
the
weightie
faith
that
thou
hast
sworne
,
To
thy
deare
friend
the
Prince
that
dotes
on
thee
;
And
will
in
peeces
cut
thee
for
thy
falshood
;
Bass.
I
care
not
;
Ile
not
hazard
my
estate
,
For
any
Prince
on
earth
:
and
Ile
disclose
The
complot
to
your
father
,
if
you
yeeld
not
To
his
obedience
.
Mar.
Doe
if
thou
dar'st
,
Euen
for
thy
scrapt
vp
liuing
,
and
thy
life
,
Ile
tell
my
father
then
,
how
thou
didst
wooe
me
To
loue
the
yong
Prince
;
and
didst
force
me
too
,
To
take
his
Letters
;
I
was
well
enclin'd
,
I
will
be
sworne
.
before
,
to
loue
the
Duke
,
But
thy
vile
railing
at
him
,
made
me
hate
him
.
Bass.
I
raile
at
him
?
Mar.
I
marie
did
you
sir
,
And
said
he
was
a
patterne
for
a
Potter
,
Fit
t'haue
his
picture
stampt
on
a
stone
Iugge
,
To
keepe
Ale-knights
in
memorie
of
Sobriety
.
Bass.
Sh'as
a
plaguie
memory
.
Mar.
I
could
haue
lou'd
him
else
;
nay
,
I
did
loue
him
,
Though
I
dissembled
it
,
to
bring
him
on
,
And
I
by
this
time
might
haue
beene
a
Dutchesse
:
And
now
I
thinke
on't
better
:
for
reuenge
,
Ile
haue
the
Duke
,
and
he
shall
haue
thy
head
,
For
thy
false
wit
within
it
,
to
his
loue
.
Now
goe
and
tell
my
Father
,
pray
be
gone
.
Bass.
Why
and
I
will
goe
.
Mar.
Goe
,
for
Gods
sake
goe
,
are
you
heere
yet
?
Bass.
Well
,
now
I
am
resolu'd
.
Ma.
Tis
brauely
done
,
farewell
:
but
do
you
heare
sir
?
Take
this
with
you
besides
;
the
young
Prince
keepes
A
certaine
letter
you
had
writ
for
me
,
(
Endearing
,
and
Condoling
,
and
Mature
)
And
if
you
should
denie
things
,
that
I
hope
Will
stop
your
impudent
mouth
:
but
goe
your
waies
,
If
you
can
answer
all
this
,
why
tis
well
.
Bass.
Well
Lady
,
if
you
will
assure
me
heere
,
You
will
refraine
to
meete
with
the
young
Prince
,
I
will
say
nothing
.
Mar.
Good
sir
,
say
your
worst
,
For
I
will
meete
him
,
and
that
presently
.
Bass.
Then
be
content
I
pray
,
and
leaue
me
out
,
And
meete
heereafter
as
you
can
your selues
.
Mar.
No
,
no
sir
,
no
,
tis
you
must
fetch
him
to
me
,
And
you
shal
fetch
him
,
or
Ile
do
your
arrand
.
Bas.
Swounds
what
a
spight
is
this
,
I
will
resolue
T'endure
the
worst
;
tis
but
my
foolish
feare
,
The
plot
will
be
discouerd
:
O
the
gods
!
Tis
the
best
sport
to
play
with
these
young
dames
;
I
haue
dissembl'd
,
Mistris
,
all
this
while
Haue
I
not
made
you
in
a
pretty
taking
?
Mar.
O
tis
most
good
;
thus
you
may
play
on
me
;
You
cannot
be
content
to
make
me
loue
A
man
I
hated
till
you
spake
for
him
,
With
such
enchanting
speeches
,
as
no
friend
Could
possibly
resist
:
but
you
must
vse
Your
villanous
wit
,
to
driue
me
from
my
wits
:
A
plague
of
that
bewitching
tongue
of
yours
;
Wou'd
I
had
neuer
heard
your
scuruie
words
.
Ba.
Pardon
deare
Dame
,
Ile
make
amends
ifaith
,
Thinke
you
that
Ile
play
false
with
my
deare
Vincentio
I
swore
that
sooner
Hybla
should
want
bees
,
And
Italy
bone
robes
,
then
I
;
faith
And
so
they
shall
.
Come
,
you
shall
meete
,
and
double
meete
,
in
spight
Of
all
your
foes
,
and
Dukes
that
dare
maintaine
them
,
A
plague
of
all
old
doters
,
I
disdaine
them
:
Exeunt
.
Mar.
Said
like
a
friend
;
O
let
me
combe
the
cokscombe
.
Fiuis
Actus
Quarti
.
ACTVS
QVINTI
SCAENA
PRIMA
.
Enter
Alphonso
,
Medice
,
Lasso
,
Cortezza
aboue
.
Cor.
Heere
is
the
place
will
doe
the
deede
ifaith
;
This
Duke
will
shew
thee
how
youth
puts
downe
age
,
I
and
perhaps
how
youth
does
put
downe
youth
.
Alp.
If
I
shall
see
my
loue
in
any
sort
Preuented
,
or
abusde
,
th'abuser
dies
.
Lass.
I
hope
there
is
no
such
intent
my
Liege
,
For
sad
as
death
should
I
be
to
behold
it
.
Med.
You
must
not
be
too
confident
my
Lord
,
Or
in
your
daughter
or
in
them
that
guard
her
.
The
Prince
is
politike
,
and
enuies
his
Father
:
And
though
not
for
himselfe
,
nor
any
good
Intended
to
your
daughter
,
yet
because
He
knowes
t'would
kill
his
father
,
he
would
seeke
her
.
Cor.
Whist
whist
whist
,
they
come
.
Enter
Bassiolo
,
Vincentio
,
and
Margaret
.
Bass.
Come
,
meete
me
boldly
,
come
,
And
let
them
come
from
hunting
when
they
dare
.
Vin.
Haz
the
best
spirit
.
Bass.
Spirit
?
what
a
plague
,
Shall
a
man
feare
Capriches
?
you
forsooth
Must
haue
your
loue
come
t'ee
,
and
when
he
comes
,
Then
you
grow
shamefac'd
,
and
he
must
not
touch
you
:
But
fie
,
my
Father
comes
,
and
foe
,
my
Aunt
,
O
t'is
a
wittie
hearing
,
ist
not
thinke
you
?
Vin.
Nay
,
pray
thee
doe
not
mocke
her
gentle
friend
.
Bass.
Nay
,
you
are
euen
as
wise
a
wooer
too
,
If
she
turne
from
you
you
euen
let
her
turne
,
And
say
;
you
doe
not
loue
to
force
a
Lady
.
T'is
too
much
rudenesse
;
gosh
hat
,
what's
a
Lady
?
Must
she
not
be
touch'd
?
what
.
is
she
copper
thinke
you
?
And
will
not
bide
the
touch
stone
?
kisse
her
Vince
,
And
thou
doost
loue
me
,
kisse
her
.
Vin.
Lady
,
now
I
were
too
simple
if
I
should
not
offer
.
Mar.
O
God
sir
,
pray
away
,
this
man
talks
idlely
.
Bass.
How
shay
by
that
;
now
by
that
candle
there
,
Were
I
as
Vince
is
,
I
would
handle
you
In
ruftie tuftie
wise
,
in
your
right
kinde
.
Mar.
O
,
you
haue
made
him
a
sweete
beagle
,
ha'y
not
?
Vin.
T'is
the
most
true
beleeuer
in
himselfe
:
Of
all
that
sect
of
follie
faith's
his
fault
.
Bass.
So
to
her
Vince
,
I
giue
thee
leaue
my
lad
,
Sweete
were
the
words
my
mistris
spake
,
when
teares
fell
from
He
lies
down
her
eyes
.
by
them
.
Thus
,
as
the
Lyon
lies
before
his
den
,
Guarding
his
whelps
,
and
streakes
his
carelesse
limbs
,
And
when
the
Panther
,
Foxe
,
or
Wolfe
comes
neere
He
neuer
daines
to
rise
,
to
fright
them
hence
,
But
onely
puts
forth
one
of
his
sterne
pawes
,
And
keepes
his
deare
whelps
safe
,
as
in
a
hutch
,
So
I
present
his
person
,
and
keepe
mine
.
Foxes
,
goe
by
I
put
my
terror
forth
,
Cant
,
Let
all
the
world
say
what
they
can
,
Her
bargaine
best
she
makes
,
That
hath
the
wit
to
choose
a
man
,
To
pay
for
that
he
takes
.
Belle
Piu
.
&c.
iterum
cant
.
Dispatch
sweete
whelps
the
bug
,
the
Duke
comes
strait
:
O
tis
a
graue
old
louer
that
same
Duke
,
And
chooses
Minions
rarely
,
if
you
marke
him
.
The
noble
Medice
,
that
man
,
that
Bobbadilla
,
That
foolish
knaue
,
that
hose
and
dublet
stinckard
.
Med.
Swounds
my
Lord
,
rise
,
lets
indure
no
more
.
Alp.
A
little
,
pray
my
Lord
,
for
I
beleeue
We
shall
discouer
very
notable
knavery
.
Lass.
Alas
how
I
am
greeu'd
and
sham'd
in
this
.
Cor.
Neuer
care
you
Lord
brother
,
theres
no
harme
done
.
Bass.
But
that
sweet
Creature
,
my
good
Lords
sister
,
Madam
Cortezza
,
she
,
the
noblest
Dame
That
euer
any
veine
of
honour
bled
;
There
were
a
wise
now
,
for
my
Lord
the
Duke
Had
he
the
grace
to
choose
her
,
but
in
deede
,
To
speake
her
true
praise
,
I
must
vse
some
study
.
Cor.
Now
truly
brother
,
I
did
euer
thinke
This
man
the
honestest
man
that
ere
you
kept
.
Lass.
So
sister
,
so
,
because
he
praises
you
.
Cor.
Nay
sit
,
but
you
shall
heare
him
further
yet
.
Bass.
Were
not
her
head
sometimes
a
little
light
,
And
so
vnapt
for
matter
of
much
weight
,
She
were
the
fittest
,
and
the
worthiest
Dame
To
leape
a
window
,
and
to
breake
her
necke
,
That
euer
was
.
Cor.
Gods
pitty
,
arrant
knaue
,
I
euer
thought
him
a
dissembling
varlot
.
Bass.
Well
,
now
my
hearts
be
warie
,
for
by
this
,
I
feare
the
Duke
is
comming
;
Ile
go
watch
,
And
giue
you
warning
:
I
commend
me
t'ee
.
Exit
.
Vin.
O
fine
phrase
,
Mar.
And
very
timely
vsde
.
Vin.
What
now
sweete
life
,
shall
we
resolue
vpon
?
We
neuer
shall
inioy
each
other
heere
.
Mar.
Direct
you
then
my
Lord
,
what
we
shall
doe
,
For
I
am
at
your
will
,
and
will
indure
With
you
,
the
cruellst
absence
,
from
the
state
We
both
were
borne
too
,
that
can
be
supposde
.
Vin.
That
would
extreamely
greeue
me
,
could
my selfe
Onely
indure
the
ill
,
our
hardest
fates
,
May
lay
on
both
of
vs
;
I
would
not
care
,
But
to
behold
thy
sufferance
,
I
should
die
.
Mar.
How
can
your
Lordship
wrong
my
loue
so
much
,
To
thinke
the
more
woe
I
sustaine
for
you
,
Breedes
not
the
more
my
comfort
?
I
alas
Haue
no
meane
else
,
to
make
my
merit
euen
In
any
measure
,
with
your
eminent
worth
.
Enter
Bassiolo
.
Bas.
Now
must
I
exercise
my
timorous
louers
,
Like
fresh
arm'd
souldiers
,
with
some
false
alarms
,
To
make
them
yare
and
warie
of
their
foe
The
boistrous
bearded
Duke
:
Ile
rush
vpon
them
With
a
most
hideous
cry
,
the
Duke
,
the
Duke
,
the
Duke
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
wo
ho
,
come
againe
I
say
,
The
Duke's
not
come
ifaith
.
Vin.
Gods
precious
man
,
What
did
you
meane
to
put
vs
in
this
feare
?
Bass
O
sir
,
to
make
you
looke
about
the
more
;
Nay
,
we
must
teach
you
more
of
this
I
tell
you
:
What
,
can
you
be
too
safe
sir
?
what
I
say
,
Must
you
be
pamperd
in
your
vanities
?
Ah
,
I
do
domineere
and
rule
the
rost
.
Exit
.
Mar.
Was
euer
such
an
Ingle
?
would
to
God
,
(
If
twere
not
for
our selues
)
my
father
saw
him
.
Las.
Minion
,
you
haue
your
praier
,
and
my
curse
,
For
your
good
Huswiferie
.
Med.
What
saies
your
Highnesse
?
Can
you
indure
these
iniuries
any
more
?
Alp.
No
more
,
no
more
,
aduise
me
what
is
best
,
To
be
the
penance
of
my
gracelesse
sonne
?
Med.
My
Lord
,
no
meane
but
death
or
banishment
,
Can
be
fit
penance
for
him
:
if
you
meane
T'inioy
the
pleasure
of
your
loue
your selfe
.
Cor.
Giue
him
plaine
death
my
Lord
,
and
then
y'are
sure
Alp.
Death
or
his
banishment
,
he
shall
indure
,
For
wreake
of
that
ioyes
exile
I
sustaine
.
Come
,
call
our
Gard
,
and
apprehend
him
strait
.
Exeunt
.
Vin.
I
haue
some
Iewells
then
my
dearest
life
,
Which
with
what euer
we
can
get
beside
,
Shall
be
our
meanes
,
and
we
will
make
escape
.
Enter
Bassiolo
running
.
Bas.
Sblood
,
the
Duke
and
all
come
now
in
earnest
;
The
Duke
,
by
heauen
,
the
Duke
.
Vin.
Nay
,
then
ifaith
Your
ieast
is
too
too
stale
.
Bass.
Gods
pretious
,
By
these
ten
bones
,
and
by
this
hat
and
heart
,
The
Duke
and
all
comes
,
see
,
we
are
cast
away
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Alphonso
,
Medice
,
Lasso
,
Cortezza
,
and
Iulio
.
Alp.
Lay
hands
vpon
them
all
,
pursue
,
pursue
.
Lass.
Stay
thou
vngracious
girle
.
Alp.
Lord
Medice
,
Leade
you
our
Guard
,
and
see
you
apprehend
The
treacherous
boy
,
nor
let
him
scape
with
life
,
Vnlesse
he
yeilde
to
his
externall
exile
.
Med.
T'is
princely
said
my
Lord
—
Exit
.
Lass.
And
take
my
Vsher
.
Mar.
Let
me
goe
into
exile
with
my
Lord
,
I
will
not
liue
,
if
I
be
left
behinde
.
Lass.
Impudent
Damzell
,
wouldst
thou
follow
him
?
Mar.
He
is
my
husband
,
whom
else
should
I
follow
?
Lass.
Wretch
,
thou
speakest
treason
to
my
Lord
the
Duke
.
Alp.
Yet
loue
me
Lady
,
and
I
pardon
all
.
Mar.
I
haue
a
husband
,
and
must
loue
none
else
.
Alp.
Dispightfull
Dame
,
Ile
dis
inherit
him
,
And
thy
good
Father
heere
shall
cast
off
thee
,
And
both
shall
feede
on
ayre
,
or
starue
,
and
die
.
Mar.
If
this
be
iustice
,
let
it
be
our
doomes
:
If
free
and
spotlesse
loue
in
equall
yeares
,
With
honours
vnimpaired
deserue
such
ends
,
Let
vs
approue
what
iustice
is
in
friends
.
Lass.
You
shall
I
sweare
:
sister
,
take
you
her
close
Into
your
chamber
,
locke
her
fast
alone
,
And
let
her
stirre
nor
speake
with
any
one
.
Cor.
She
shall
not
brother
:
come
Necce
,
come
with
me
.
Mar.
Heauen
saue
my
loue
,
and
I
will
suffer
gladly
.
Exeunt
Cor.
Mar.
Alp.
Haste
Iulio
,
follow
thou
my
sons
pursuit
,
And
will
Lord
Medice
not
to
hurt
nor
touch
him
,
But
either
banish
him
,
or
bring
him
backe
:
Charge
him
to
vse
no
violence
to
his
life
.
Iulio
I
will
my
Lord
.
Exit
Iulio
.
Alp.
O
Nature
!
how
alas
Art
thou
and
Reason
thy
true
guide
opposde
?
More
bane
thou
tak'st
,
to
guide
Sense
,
led
amisse
,
Then
being
guided
,
Reason
giues
thee
blisse
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Cynanche
,
Beneuenius
,
Ancilla
,
Strozza
hauing
the
Arrow
head
.
Stro.
Now
see
good
Doctor
,
t'was
no
frantike
fancie
,
That
made
my
tongue
presage
this
head
should
fall
Out
of
my
wounded
side
the
seuenth
day
;
But
an
inspired
rapture
of
my
minde
,
Submitted
and
conioynde
in
patience
,
To
my
Creator
,
in
whom
I
fore-saw
(
Like
to
an
Angell
)
this
diuine
euent
.
Ben.
So
is
it
plaine
,
and
happily
approu'd
,
In
a
right
christian
president
,
confirming
What
a
most
sacred
medcine
Patience
is
,
That
with
the
high
thirst
of
our
soules
,
cleare
fire
Exhausts
corpore
ill
humour
;
and
all
paine
,
Casting
our
flesh
off
,
while
we
it
retaine
.
Cy.
Make
some
religious
vow
then
my
deare
Lord
,
And
keepe
it
in
the
proper
memorie
,
Of
so
Celestiall
and
free
a
grace
.
Str
Sweete
wife
,
thou
restest
my
good
Angell
still
,
Suggesting
by
all
meanes
,
these
ghostly
counsailes
.
Thou
weariest
not
thy
husbands
patient
eares
,
With
motions
for
new
fashions
in
attire
,
For
change
of
Iewells
,
pastimes
,
and
nice
cates
,
Nor
studiest
eminence
,
and
the
higher
place
Amongst
thy
consorts
,
like
all
other
Dames
:
But
knowing
more
worthy
obiects
appertaine
To
euery
woman
that
desires
t'inioy
A
blessed
life
in
mariage
:
thou
contemn'st
Those
common
pleasures
,
and
pursu'st
the
rare
,
Vsing
thy
husband
in
those
vertuous
gifts
:
For
which
,
thou
first
didst
choose
him
,
and
thereby
Cloy'st
not
with
him
,
but
lou'st
him
endlesly
.
In
reuerence
of
thy
motion
then
,
and
zeale
To
that
most
soueraigne
power
,
that
was
my
cure
.
I
make
a
vow
to
goe
on
soote
to
Rome
,
And
offer
humbly
in
S.
Peters
Temple
,
This
fatall
Arrow
head
:
which
work
,
let
none
iudge
A
superstitious
Rite
,
but
a
right
vse
,
Proper
to
this
peculiar
instrument
,
Which
visiblie
resignde
to
memorie
,
Through
euery
eye
that
sees
,
will
stirre
the
soule
To
Gratitude
and
Progresse
,
in
the
vse
Of
my
tried
patience
which
in
my
powers
ending
,
Would
shut
th'example
out
of
future
liues
.
No
act
is
superstitious
,
that
applies
All
power
to
God
,
deuoting
hearts
,
through
eyes
.
Ben.
Spoke
with
the
true
tongue
of
a
Nobleman
:
But
now
are
all
these
excitations
toyes
,
And
Honor
fats
his
braine
with
other
ioyes
.
I
know
your
true
friend
,
Prince
Vincentio
Will
triumph
in
this
excellent
effect
Of
your
late
prophecie
.
Stro.
O
,
my
deare
friends
name
Presents
my
thoughts
,
with
a
most
mortall
danger
,
To
his
right
innocent
life
:
a
monstrous
fact
Is
now
effected
on
him
.
Cyn.
Where
?
or
how
?
Stro.
I
doe
not
well
those
circumstances
know
,
But
am
assur'd
,
the
substance
is
too
true
.
Come
reuerend
Doctor
,
let
vs
harken
out
Where
the
young
Prince
remaines
,
and
beare
with
you
Medcines
t'allay
his
danger
:
if
by
wounds
,
Beare
pretious
Balsome
,
or
some
soueraigne
iuyce
;
If
by
fell
poison
,
some
choice
Antidote
,
If
by
blacke
witchcraft
,
our
good
spirits
and
prayers
Shall
exorcise
the
diuelish
wrath
of
hell
,
Out
of
his
princely
bosome
.
Enter
Pogio
running
.
Pog.
Where
?
where
?
where
?
where's
my
Lord
vncle
,
my
Lord
my
vncle
?
Stro.
Here's
the
ill
tydings-bringer
;
what
newes
now
,
with
thy
vnhappie
presence
?
Po.
O
my
Lord
my
Lord
Vincentio
,
is
almost
kild
by
my
Lord
Medice
.
Stro.
See
Doctor
,
see
,
if
my
presage
be
true
.
And
well
I
know
if
he
haue
hurt
the
Prince
,
T'is
trecherously
done
,
or
with
much
helpe
.
Pog.
Nay
sure
he
had
no
helpe
,
but
all
the
Dukes
Guard
;
and
they
set
vpon
him
indeed
;
and
after
he
had
defended
himselfe
,
dee
see
?
he
drew
,
&
hauing
as
good
as
wounded
the
Lord
Medice
almost
,
he
strake
at
him
,
and
missd
him
,
dee
marke
?
Stro.
What
tale
is
here
?
where
is
this
mischiefe
done
?
Pog.
At
Monks
well
,
my
Lord
,
Ile
guide
you
to
him
presently
Str.
I
doubt
it
not
;
fooles
are
best
guides
to
ill
,
And
mischiefes
readie
way
lies
open
still
.
Lead
sir
I
pray
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Corteza
,
and
Margaret
aboue
.
Cort.
Quiet
your selfe
,
Nece
;
though
your
loue
be
slaine
,
You
haue
another
that's
woorth
two
of
him
.
Mar.
It
is
not
possible
;
it
cannot
be
That
heauen
should
suffer
such
impi
tie
.
Cort.
Tis
true
,
I
sweare
neece
.
Ma.
O
most
vniust
truth
!
Ile
cast
my selfe
downe
headlong
from
this
Tower
,
And
force
an
instant
passage
for
my
soule
,
To
seeke
the
wandring
spirit
of
my
Lord
.
Cort.
Will
you
do
so
Neece
?
That
I
hope
you
will
not
,
And
yet
there
was
a
Maid
in
Saint
Marks
streete
,
For
such
a
matter
did
so
;
and
her
clothes
Flew
vp
about
her
so
as
she
had
no
harme
:
And
grace
of
God
your
clothes
may
flie
vp
too
,
And
saue
you
harmelesse
;
for
your
cause
and
hers
Are
ene
as
like
as
can
be
.
Mar.
I
would
not
scape
;
And
certainly
I
thinke
the
death
is
easie
.
Cort.
O
t'is
the
easiest
death
that
euer
was
,
Looke
Nece
,
it
is
so
farre
hence
to
the
ground
.
You
shoulde
bee
quite
dead
,
long
before
you
felt
it
.
Yet
do
not
leape
Nece
.
Mar.
I
will
kill
my selfe
With
running
on
some
sworde
;
or
drinke
strong
poison
;
Which
death
is
easiest
I
would
faine
endure
.
Cor.
Sure
Cleopatra
was
of
the
same
minde
,
And
did
so
;
she
was
honord
euer
since
,
Yet
do
not
you
so
Neece
.
Mar.
Wretch
that
I
am
;
my
heart
is
softe
and
faint
;
And
trembles
at
the
verie
thought
of
death
,
Though
thoughts
ten-folde
more
greiuous
do
torment
it
;
Ile
feele
death
by
degrees
;
and
first
deforme
This
my
accursed
face
with
vglie
wounds
,
That
was
the
first
cause
of
my
deare
loues
death
.
Cor.
That
were
a
cruell
deed
;
yet
Adelasia
;
In
Pettis
Pallace
of
Petit
pleasure
,
For
all
the
worlde
,
with
such
a
knife
as
this
Cut
off
her
cheeks
,
and
nose
,
and
was
commended
More
then
all
Dames
that
kept
their
faces
whole
;
O
do
not
cut
it
.
Mar.
Fie
on
my
faint
heart
,
It
will
not
giue
my
hand
the
wished
strength
;
Beholde
the
iust
plague
of
a
sensuall
life
,
That
to
preserue
it selfe
in
Reasons
spight
,
And
shunne
deaths
horror
,
feels
it
ten
times
more
.
Vnworthy
women
,
why
doe
men
adore
Our
fading
Beauties
,
when
their
worthiest
liues
,
Being
lost
for
vs
,
we
dare
not
die
for
them
?
Hence
haplesse
Ornaments
that
adorn'd
this
head
:
Disorder
euer
these
entring
carles
And
leaue
my
beautie
like
a
wildernesse
,
That
neuer
mans
eie
more
may
dare
t'inuade
.
Cor.
Ile
tell
you
Nece
;
and
yet
I
will
not
tell
you
,
A
thing
that
I
desire
to
haue
you
doe
.
But
I
will
tell
you
onely
what
you
might
doe
,
Cause
I
would
pleasure
you
in
all
I
cud
.
I
haue
an
Ointment
here
,
which
we
Dames
vse
,
To
take
off
haire
when
it
does
growe
too
lowe
Vpon
our
foreheads
,
and
that
for
a
neede
,
If
you
should
rub
it
hard
vpon
your
face
,
Would
blister
it
,
and
make
it
looke
most
vildely
.
Mar.
O
Giue
me
that
Aunt
.
Cor.
Giue
it
you
virgin
?
that
were
well
indeede
:
Shall
I
be
thought
to
tempt
you
to
such
matters
?
Mar.
None
(
of
my
faith
)
shall
know
it
:
gentle
Aunt
,
Bestow
it
on
me
,
and
Ile
euer
loue
you
.
Cor.
Gods
pitty
,
but
you
shall
not
spoile
your
face
.
Mar.
I
will
not
then
indeede
.
Cor.
Why
then
Neece
take
it
:
But
you
shall
sweare
you
will
not
.
Mar.
No
,
I
sweare
.
Cor.
What
,
doe
you
force
it
from
me
?
Gods
my
deare
,
Will
you
mis-vse
your
face
so
?
what
,
all
ouer
?
Nay
,
if
you
be
so
desp'rate
,
Ile
be
gone
—
Exit
.
Mar.
Fade
haplesse
beautie
,
turne
the
vgliest
face
Th●
euer
Aethiop
,
or
affrightfull
fiend
Shew'd
in
th'amaz'd
eye
of
prophan'd
light
:
See
pretious
Loue
,
if
thou
be
it
in
ayre
,
And
canst
breake
darknesse
,
and
the
strongest
Towres
,
With
thy
dissolued
intellectuall
powers
,
See
a
worse
torment
suffered
for
thy
death
,
Then
if
it
had
extended
his
blacke
force
,
In
seuen-fold
horror
to
my
hated
life
.
Smart
pretious
ointment
.
smart
.
and
to
my
braine
Sweate
thy
enuenom'd
furie
,
make
my
eyes
Burne
with
thy
sulphre
,
like
the
lakes
of
hell
,
That
feare
of
me
may
shiuer
him
to
dust
,
That
eate
his
owne
childe
with
the
jawes
of
lust
—
Exit
.
Enter
Alphonso
,
Lasso
,
and
others
.
Alp.
I
wonder
how
farre
they
pursu'd
my
Sonne
,
That
no
returne
of
him
or
them
appears
,
I
feare
some
haplesse
accident
is
chanc'd
,
That
makes
the
newes
so
loath
to
pierce
mine
eares
.
Lass.
High
heauen
vouchsafe
no
such
effect
succeede
Those
wretched
causes
that
from
my
house
flow
,
But
that
in
harmelesse
loue
all
acts
may
end
.
Enter
Cortezza
.
Cort.
What
shall
I
do
?
Alas
I
cannot
rule
My
desparate
Neece
,
all
her
sweete
face
is
spoylde
,
And
I
dare
keepe
her
prisoner
no
more
:
See
,
see
,
she
comes
frantike
and
all
vndrest
.
Enter
Marg.
Mar.
Tyrant
!
behold
how
thou
hast
vsde
thy
loue
,
See
,
theefe
to
Nature
,
thou
hast
kil'd
and
rob'd
,
Kil'd
what
my selfe
kill'd
,
rob'd
what
makes
thee
poore
.
Beautie
(
a
Louers
treasure
)
thou
hast
lost
Where
none
can
find
it
;
all
a
poore
Maides
dowrie
Thou
hast
forc'd
from
me
:
all
my
ioy
and
hope
.
No
man
will
loue
me
more
;
all
Dames
excell
me
,
This
ougly
thing
is
now
no
more
a
face
,
Nor
any
vile
forme
in
all
Earth
resembled
,
But
thy
fowle
tyrannie
;
for
which
all
the
paines
Two
faithfull
Louers
feele
,
that
thus
are
parted
,
All
ioyes
they
might
haue
felt
,
turne
all
to
paines
;
All
a
yong
virgin
thinks
she
does
endure
,
To
loose
her
loue
and
beautie
;
on
thy
heart
Be
heapt
and
prest
downe
till
thy
soule
depart
.
Enter
Iulio
.
Iul.
Haste
Liege
,
your
sonne
is
daungerously
hurt
.
Lord
Medice
contemning
your
commaund
,
By
me
deliuered
,
as
your
Highnesse
will'd
,
Set
on
him
with
your
Guard
;
who
strooke
him
downe
;
And
then
the
coward
Lord
,
with
mortall
wounds
,
And
slauish
insolencie
,
plow'd
vp
his
soft
breast
;
Which
barbarous
fact
in
part
is
laid
on
you
,
For
first
enioyning
it
,
and
fowle
exclaimes
In
pittie
of
your
sonne
,
your
subiects
breathe
Gainst
your
vnnaturall
furie
;
amongst
whom
The
good
Lord
Strozza
desp'rately
raues
,
And
vengeance
for
his
friends
iniustice
craues
.
See
where
he
comes
burning
in
zeale
of
friendship
.
Enter
Srozza
,
Vincentio
,
brought
in
a
chaire
,
Benevenius
,
Pogio
,
Cynanch
with
a
guard
,
Strozza
before
&
Medice
.
Stro.
Where
is
the
tyrant
?
let
me
strike
his
eyes
Into
his
braine
,
with
horror
of
an
obiect
.
See
Pagan
Nero
;
see
how
thou
hast
ript
Thy
better
bosome
;
rooted
vp
that
flowre
,
From
whence
thy
now
spent
life
should
spring
anew
,
And
in
him
kild
(
that
would
haue
bred
thee
fresh
)
Thy
mother
and
thy
father
.
Vin.
Good
friend
cease
.
Stro.
What
hag
with
child
of
Monster
,
would
haue
nurst
Such
a
prodigous
longing
?
But
a
father
Would
rather
eate
the
brawne
out
of
his
armes
Then
glut
the
mad
worme
of
his
wilde
desires
With
his
deare
issues
entrailes
.
Vin.
Honourd
friend
;
He
is
my
father
,
and
he
is
my
Prince
,
In
both
whose
rights
he
may
commaund
my
life
.
Stro.
What
is
a
father
?
turne
his
entrailes
gulfs
To
swallow
children
,
when
they
haue
begot
them
?
And
whats
a
Prince
?
Had
all
beene
vertuous
men
,
There
neuer
had
beene
Prince
vpon
the
earth
,
And
so
no
subiect
;
all
men
had
beene
Princes
:
A
vertuous
man
is
subiect
to
no
Prince
,
But
to
his
soule
and
honour
;
which
are
lawes
,
That
carrie
Fire
and
Sword
within
themselues
Neuer
corrupted
neuer
out
of
rule
;
What
is
there
in
a
Prince
?
That
his
least
lusts
Are
valued
at
the
liues
of
other
men
,
When
common
faults
in
him
should
prodigies
be
,
And
his
grosse
dotage
rather
loath'd
then
sooth'd
.
Alp.
How
thicke
and
heauily
my
plagues
descend
!
Not
giuing
my
mazde
powres
a
time
to
speake
:
Poure
more
rebuke
vpon
me
worthie
Lord
,
For
I
haue
guilt
and
patience
for
them
all
:
Yet
know
,
deare
sonne
,
I
did
forbid
thy
harme
:
This
Gentleman
can
witnes
,
whom
I
sent
With
all
command
of
haste
to
interdict
This
forward
man
in
mischiefe
;
not
to
touch
thee
:
Did
I
not
Iulio
?
vtter
nought
but
truth
.
Iul.
All
your
guard
heard
,
my
Lord
,
I
gaue
your
charge
,
With
lowd
and
violent
itterations
.
After
all
which
,
Lord
Medice
cowardly
hurt
him
.
The
Guard
.
He
did
my
Princely
Lord
.
Alp.
Beleeue
then
sonne
,
And
know
me
pierst
as
deeply
with
thy
wounds
:
And
pardon
vertuous
Ladie
that
haue
lost
The
dearest
treasure
proper
to
your
sexe
.
Ay
me
,
it
seemes
by
my
vnhappie
meanes
!
O
would
to
God
,
I
could
with
present
cure
Of
these
vnnaturall
wounds
;
and
moning
right
Of
this
abused
beautie
,
ioyne
you
both
,
(
As
last
I
left
you
)
in
eternall
nuptials
.
Vin.
My
Lord
,
I
know
the
malice
of
this
man
,
Not
your
vnkinde
consent
hath
vsde
vs
thus
.
And
since
I
make
no
doubt
I
shall
suruiue
These
fatall
dangers
;
and
your
grace
is
pleasde
,
To
giue
free
course
to
my
vnwounded
loue
;
T'is
not
this
outward
beauties
ruthfull
losse
,
Can
any
thought
discourage
my
desires
:
And
therefore
,
deare
life
,
doe
not
wrong
me
so
,
To
thinke
my
loue
the
shadow
of
your
beautie
,
I
wooe
your
vertues
,
which
as
I
am
sure
No
accident
can
alter
or
empaire
;
So
,
be
you
certaine
nought
can
change
my
loue
.
Mar.
I
know
your
honourable
minde
my
Lord
,
And
will
not
do
it
that
vnworthie
wrong
,
To
let
it
spend
her
forces
in
contending
(
Spite
of
your
sence
)
to
loue
me
thus
deformed
:
Loue
must
haue
outward
obiects
to
delight
him
,
Else
his
content
will
be
too
graue
and
sowre
.
It
is
inough
for
me
my
Lord
,
you
loue
,
And
that
my
beauties
sacrifice
redeemde
My
sad
feare
of
your
slaughter
.
You
first
lou'd
me
Closely
for
beautie
;
which
being
with'red
thus
,
Your
loue
must
fade
;
when
the
most
needfull
rights
Of
Fate
,
and
Nature
,
haue
dissolu'd
your
life
,
And
that
your
loue
must
needs
be
all
in
soule
,
Then
will
we
meete
againe
:
and
then
(
deare
Loue
)
Loue
me
againe
;
for
then
will
beautie
be
Of
no
respect
with
loues
eternitie
.
Vin.
Nor
is
it
now
;
I
wooed
your
beautie
first
But
as
a
louer
:
now
as
a
deare
husband
,
That
title
and
your
vertues
binde
me
euer
.
Mar.
Alas
,
that
title
is
of
little
force
To
stirre
vp
mens
affections
:
when
wiues
want
Outward
excitements
,
husbands
loues
grow
skant
.
Ben.
Assist
me
Heauen
,
and
Art
,
giue
me
your
Maske
,
Open
thou
little
store-house
of
great
Nature
,
Vse
an
Elixar
drawne
through
seuen
yeares
fire
,
That
like
Medeas
Cauldron
,
can
repaire
The
vgliest
losse
of
liuing
temp'rature
:
And
for
this
princely
paire
of
vertuous
Turtles
,
Be
lauish
of
thy
pretious
influence
Lady
,
t'attone
your
honourable
strife
,
And
take
all
let
from
your
loues
tender
eyes
.
Let
me
for
euer
hide
this
staine
of
Beauty
,
With
this
recureful
Maske
;
heere
be
it
fix'd
With
painelesse
operation
;
of
it selfe
,
(
Your
beauty
hauing
brook'd
three
daies
eclips
)
Like
a
dissolued
clowd
it
shall
fall
off
,
And
your
faire
lookes
regaine
their
freshest
raies
:
So
shall
your
Princely
friend
,
(
if
heauen
consent
)
In
twice
your
sufferd
date
renue
recure
,
Let
me
then
haue
the
honor
to
conioyne
Your
hands
,
conformed
to
your
constant
hearts
.
Alp.
Graue
Beneuenius
,
honorable
Doctor
,
On
whose
most
soueraigne
Aesculapian
hand
,
Fame
with
her
richest
miracles
attends
,
Be
fortunate
,
as
euer
heeretofore
,
That
we
may
quite
thee
both
with
gold
and
honour
,
And
by
thy
happy
meanes
,
haue
powre
to
make
My
Sonne
,
and
his
much
iniur'd
loue
amends
,
Whose
well
proportion'd
choice
we
now
applaud
,
And
blesse
all
those
that
euer
further'd
it
.
Where
is
your
discreete
Vsher
my
good
Lord
,
The
speciall
furtherer
of
this
equall
match
?
Iulio
Brought
after
by
a
couple
of
your
Guard
.
Alp.
Let
him
be
fetch'd
,
that
we
may
doe
him
grace
.
Po.
Ile
fetch
him
my
Lord
:
away
,
you
must
not
go
:
O
here
He
comes
;
O
master
Vsher
,
I
am
sorie
for
you
,
you
must
presently
be
chopt
in
peeces
.
Bass.
Wo
to
that
wicked
Prince
that
ere
I
saw
him
.
Pog.
Come
,
come
,
I
gull
you
master
Vsher
,
you
are
like
to
be
the
Dukes
Minion
man
;
dee
thinke
I
would
haue
beene
seene
in
your
companie
,
and
you
had
beene
out
of
fauour
?
Here's
my
friend
maister
Vsher
,
my
Lord
.
Alp.
Giue
me
your
hand
friend
,
pardon
vs
I
pray
,
We
much
haue
wrong'd
your
worth
,
as
one
that
knew
the
fitnesse
of
this
match
aboue
our selues
.
Bass.
Sir
,
I
did
all
thing
for
the
best
,
I
sweare
,
And
you
must
thinke
I
would
not
haue
beene
gul'd
,
I
know
what's
fit
sir
;
as
I
hope
you
know
now
:
Sweete
Vince
,
how
far'st
thou
,
be
of
honourd
cheere
.
Lass.
Vince
does
he
call
him
?
O
Foole
,
dost
thou
call
The
Prince
Vince
,
like
his
equall
?
Bass.
O
my
Lord
,
Ahlas
You
know
not
what
haz
past
twixt
vs
two
;
Here
in
thy
bosome
I
will
be
sweete
Vince
,
And
die
if
thou
die
,
I
protest
by
heauen
.
Lass.
I
know
not
what
this
meanes
.
Alp.
Nor
I
my
Lord
:
But
sure
he
saw
the
fitnes
of
the
match
,
With
freer
and
more
noble
eyes
then
we
.
Pog.
Why
I
saw
that
as
well
as
he
my
Lord
;
I
knew
t'was
a
foolish
match
betwixt
you
two
;
did
not
you
thinke
so
my
Lord
Vincentio
?
Lord
vncle
,
did
not
I
say
at
first
of
the
Duke
;
will
his
Antiquitie
neuer
leaue
his
Iniquitie
?
Stro.
Go
to
,
too
much
of
this
;
but
aske
this
Lord
,
If
he
did
like
it
.
Pog.
Who
,
my
Lord
Medice
?
Stro.
Lord
Stinkard
Man
,
his
name
is
;
aske
him
Lord
Stinkard
,
did
you
like
the
match
?
say
.
Pog.
My
Lord
Stinkard
,
did
you
like
the
match
betwixt
the
Duke
,
and
my
Ladie
Margaret
?
Med.
Presumptuous
Sicophant
,
I
will
haue
thy
life
.
Alp.
Vnworthie
Lord
,
put
vp
:
thirst'st
thou
more
blood
?
Thy
life
is
fitt'st
to
be
call'd
in
question
,
For
thy
most
murthrous
cowardise
on
my
sonne
;
Thy
forwardnesse
to
euery
cruelty
Calls
thy
pretended
Noblesse
in
suspect
.
Stro.
Noblesse
my
Lord
?
set
by
your
princely
fauour
,
That
gaue
the
lustre
to
his
painted
state
,
Who euer
view'd
him
but
with
deepe
contempt
,
As
reading
vilenesse
in
his
very
lookes
?
And
if
he
proue
not
sonne
of
some
base
drudge
,
Trim'd
vp
by
Fortune
,
being
dispos'd
to
ieast
And
dally
with
your
state
,
then
that
good
Angell
,
That
by
diuine
relation
spake
in
me
,
Fore-telling
these
foule
dangers
to
your
sonne
,
And
without
notice
brought
this
reuerend
man
To
rescue
him
from
death
:
now
failes
my
tongue
,
And
Ile
confesse
,
I
doe
him
open
wrong
.
Med.
And
so
thou
doost
;
and
I
returne
all
note
Of
infamy
or
basenesse
on
thy
throte
:
Damne
me
my
Lord
,
if
I
be
not
a
Lord
.
Stro.
My
Liege
,
with
all
desert
,
euen
now
you
said
His
life
was
duely
forfet
,
for
the
death
Which
in
these
barbarous
wounds
he
sought
your
sonne
;
Vouchsafe
me
then
his
life
,
in
my
friends
right
,
For
many
waies
I
know
he
merits
death
;
Which
,
(
if
you
grant
)
will
instantly
appeare
,
And
that
I
feele
with
some
rare
miracle
.
Alp.
His
life
is
thine
Lord
Strozza
,
Giue
him
death
.
Med.
What
my
Lord
,
Will
your
grace
cast
away
an
innocent
life
?
Stro.
Villaine
thou
liest
,
thou
guiltie
art
of
death
A
hundred
waies
,
which
now
Ile
execute
.
Med.
Recall
your
word
my
Lord
.
Alp.
Not
for
the
world
.
Stro.
O
my
deare
Liege
,
but
that
my
spirit
prophetike
Hath
inward
feeling
of
such
sinnes
in
him
,
As
aske
the
forfait
of
his
life
and
soule
,
I
would
,
before
I
tooke
his
life
,
giue
leaue
To
his
confession
,
and
his
penitence
:
O
,
he
would
tell
you
most
notorious
wonders
,
Of
his
most
impious
state
;
but
life
and
soule
Must
suffer
for
it
in
him
,
and
my
hand
Forbidden
is
from
heauen
to
let
him
liue
,
Till
by
confession
he
may
haue
forgiuenesse
.
Die
therefore
monster
.
Vin.
O
be
not
so
vncharitable
sweete
friend
,
Let
him
confesse
his
sinnes
,
and
aske
heauen
pardon
.
Stro.
He
must
not
Princely
friend
,
it
is
heauens
iustice
To
plague
his
life
and
soule
,
and
heer's
heauens
iustice
.
Me.
O
saue
my
life
my
Lord
.
Las.
Hold
good
Lord
Strozza
,
Let
him
confesse
the
sinnes
that
heauen
hath
told
you
,
And
aske
forgiuenesse
.
Med.
Let
me
good
my
Lord
,
And
Ile
confesse
what
you
accuse
me
of
;
Wonders
indeede
,
and
full
of
damn'd
deserts
.
Stro.
I
know
it
,
and
I
must
not
let
thee
liue
To
aske
forgiuenesse
.
Alp.
But
you
shall
my
Lord
,
Or
I
will
take
his
life
out
of
your
hand
.
Stro.
A
little
then
I
am
content
my
Liege
:
Is
thy
name
Medice
?
Med.
No
my
Noble
Lord
,
My
true
name
is
Mendice
.
Stro.
Mendice
?
see
,
At
first
a
Mighty
scandall
done
to
Honour
.
Of
what
countrie
art
thou
?
Med.
Of
no
Country
,
I
,
But
borne
vpon
the
Seas
,
my
mother
passing
Twixt
Zant
and
Uenice
.
Stro.
Where
wert
thou
christned
?
Med.
I
was
neuer
christned
,
But
being
brought
vp
with
beggars
,
call'd
Mendice
.
Alp.
Strange
,
and
vnspeakeable
.
Stro.
How
cam'st
thou
then
To
beare
that
port
thou
didst
,
entring
this
Court
?
Med.
My
lord
when
I
was
young
,
being
able
limb'd
,
A
Captaine
of
the
Gipsies
entertain'd
me
,
And
many
yeares
I
liu'd
a
loose
life
with
them
:
At
last
I
was
so
fauor'd
,
that
they
made
me
The
King
of
Gipsies
;
and
being
told
my
fortune
By
an
old
Sorceresse
,
that
I
should
be
great
In
some
great
Princes
loue
,
I
tooke
the
treasure
Which
all
our
company
of
Gipsies
had
In
many
yeares
,
by
seuerall
stealths
collected
,
And
leauing
them
in
warres
,
I
liu'd
abroad
,
With
no
lesse
shew
then
now
:
and
my
last
wrong
I
did
to
Noblesse
,
was
in
this
high
Court
.
Alp.
Neuer
was
heard
so
strange
a
counterfet
.
Stro.
Didst
thou
not
cause
me
to
be
shot
in
hunting
?
Med.
I
did
my
Lord
,
for
which
,
for
heauens
loue
pardon
.
Stro.
Now
let
him
liue
my
Lord
,
his
bloods
least
drop
Would
staine
your
Court
,
more
then
the
Sea
could
cleanse
:
His
soule's
too
foule
to
expiate
with
death
.
Alp.
Hence
then
,
be
euer
banish'd
from
my
rule
,
And
liue
a
monster
,
loath'd
of
all
the
world
.
Pog.
Ile
get
boyes
and
baite
him
out
a'th
Court
my
Lord
.
Alp.
Doe
so
I
pray
thee
,
rid
me
of
his
sight
.
Pog.
Come
on
my
Lord
Stinckerd
,
Ile
play
Fox
,
Fox
,
come
out
of
thy
hole
with
you
ifaith
.
Med.
Ile
runne
and
hide
me
from
the
sight
of
heauen
.
Pog.
Fox
,
Fox
,
goe
out
of
thy
hole
;
a
two
leg'd
Fox
,
A
two
leg'd
Fox
.
Exit
with
Pages
beating
Medice
.
Beue.
Neuer
was
such
an
accident
disclosde
.
Alp.
Let
vs
forget
it
honourable
friends
,
And
satisfie
all
wrongs
with
my
sonnes
right
,
In
solemne
mariage
of
his
loue
and
him
.
Vin.
I
humbly
thanke
your
Highnesse
honor'd
Doctor
,
The
Balsome
you
infusde
into
my
wounds
,
Hath
easde
me
much
,
and
giuen
me
sodaine
strength
Enough
t'assure
all
danger
is
exempt
,
That
any
way
may
let
the
generall
ioy
,
My
Princely
Father
speakes
of
in
our
nuptialls
.
Alp.
Which
my
deere
Sonne
shall
with
thy
full
recure
Be
celebrate
in
greater
Maiesty
,
Than
euer
grac'd
our
greatest
Ancestrie
.
Then
take
thy
loue
,
which
heauen
with
all
ioyes
blesse
,
And
make
yee
both
mirrors
of
happinesse
.
FINIS
.