Actus
Primus
.
Enter
Rodericke
,
King
of
Spaine
,
Lothario
,
Medina
,
Iulianus
,
Antonio
,
and
Lazarello
.
Rodericke
.
GIve
leave
:
Lothario
.
Aside
Lords
.
Lo.
My
Soveraigne
.
Rod.
The
newes
in
briefe
:
how
replyes
Iacinta
?
Will
she
be
woman
?
will
shee
meete
our
Armes
With
an
alternate
roundure
?
will
she
doe
?
Lo.
Nothing
to
the
purpose
my
Liege
,
cold
as
Aquarius
,
There
she
was
borne
,
and
there
she
still
remaines
;
I
cannot
move
her
to
enter
into
Pisces
,
I
Laid
the
flesh
to
her
too
,
and
the
delights
thereof
,
she
leanes
Another
way
,
and
talkes
all
of
the
spirit
,
I
Frighted
her
with
spirits
too
,
but
all
would
not
doe
:
She
drew
her
knife
,
pointed
it
to
her
breast
,
swore
She
would
doe
something
,
but
womens
tongues
are
Sometimes
longer
then
their
armes
.
Rod.
Enough
,
we
have
bethought
another
way
.
This
wooing
application
is
too
milde
:
'Tis
better
trust
the
mercy
of
a
storme
.
To
hast
our
way
,
then
to
be
calmd
for
ever
,
Short
of
the
wished
haven
:
Now
draw
neere
,
you
told
us
of
a
hot
invasion
▪
The
barbarous
and
tawney
Affricans
,
Intend
upon
our
confines
.
Med.
True
,
my
Liege
.
Full
threescore
thousand
are
discryde
in
Armes
,
Ready
to
passe
the
Streights
of
Gibbraltar
,
Whose
watry
divisions
,
their
Affricke
bounds
〈…〉
om
our
Christian
Europe
in
Granado
,
And
Andalusia
;
they
spred
and
flourish
Their
silver
moones
,
led
as
it
is
supposde
,
By
some
blinde
guide
,
some
Saintish
Infidell
,
That
prophesies
subjection
of
our
Spaine
,
Vnto
the
Moores
.
Rod.
They
would
deter
us
with
their
swarty
lookes
:
Were
they
the
same
to
their
similitude
,
Sooty
as
the
inhabitants
of
hell
,
Whom
they
neerest
figure
;
cold
feare
should
flye
From
us
as
distant
as
they
are
from
beauty
:
They
come
to
sacrifice
their
blouds
to
us
,
If
that
be
red
,
a
mere
rubrum
,
Wee'le
make
so
high
to
quench
their
silver
moones
;
And
on
their
carkasses
an
Istmus
make
To
passe
their
straytes
agen
,
and
forrage
there
.
Iul.
Your
forward
valour
speakes
you
maiesticall
,
But
my
dread
Liege
,
does
not
your
treasury
Grow
thinne
and
empty
?
so
long
have
you
held
A
champion
resolution
'gainst
the
Turke
▪
That
Spaine
is
wasted
in
her
noble
strength
,
On
which
presuming
,
tis
to
be
supp
〈…〉
The
Moore
is
thus
incourag'd
.
Rod.
And
yet
we
undaunted
Iulianus
,
our
treasury
is
A
myne
unscarcht
,
wee
have
a
Castle
Suppos'd
inchanted
,
wee'le
breake
the
magicke
,
If
spels
there
be
,
ope
the
forbidden
dores
Which
twenty
of
our
predecessors
have
refusde
,
But
added
each
a
locke
to
guard
it
more
,
Rather
then
our
Souldiers
shall
want
pay
To
fight
our
battailes
nobly
.
Iul.
O
my
Lord
,
that's
a
dangerous
secret
,
onely
known
To
such
as
can
divine
futurities
,
And
they
with
fearefull
prophesies
predict
Fatall
events
to
Spaine
,
when
that
shall
be
Broke
up
by
violence
:
till
fate
hath
runne
Her
owne
wasting
period
;
which
out
staide
Auspitiously
they
promise
,
that
wreathes
are
kept
In
the
fore-dooming
Court
of
destiny
,
To
binde
us
ever
in
a
happy
conquest
.
Rod.
Tut
.
feare
frights
us
not
,
nor
shall
hope
foole
us
If
neede
provoke
,
wee'le
dig
supply
through
hell
And
her
enchantments
.
Who
can
prefixe
us
A
time
to
see
these
incantations
loosde
?
Perhaps
'twill
stay
tenne
generations
more
,
When
our
bloud
royall
may
want
succession
,
If
not
;
what
bootes
it
us
(
lost
in
our
dust
And
memory
500.
yeeres
)
that
then
this
hidden
Worke
shall
be
;
tush
,
the
weakenesse
of
our
predecessors
Shall
not
fright
us
,
all
is
not
deadly
,
That
lookes
dangerous
.
Ant.
I
wish
no
life
to
see
that
day
.
Med.
Nor
I
,
so
many
Kings
have
fear'd
that
destiny
.
Rod.
Lord
Iulianus
,
we
commit
to
you
The
charge
of
this
great
worke
against
the
Moores
,
With
title
of
Lord
Generall
,
as
you
please
,
Order
this
high
affaire
;
call
to
the
field
An
equall
Army
against
those
Affricans
,
The
bold
and
hardiest
souldiers
of
our
kingdome
▪
Scourge
backe
agen
these
halfe-nak'd
Infidels
Into
their
sun-burnt
Clymate
;
in
thy
heart
Be
loyaltie
and
courage
,
strength
in
thine
arme
:
With
christian
valour
strike
the
heathens
dead
,
And
for
thy
triumph
,
bring
the
Mulyes
head
.
Iul.
This
honour
which
your
Maiestie
has
given
me
,
Tho
better
it
might
fit
anothers
wearing
,
Of
abler
limbs
,
where
time
has
not
defac't
,
Nor
halfe
so
many
winters
quencht
his
bloud
,
As
a
new
spring
it
hath
revivde
agen
This
Autumne
of
my
yeeres
;
there's
but
one
care
I
leave
behinde
me
within
the
Court
of
Spaine
,
My
poore
Iacinta
,
mine
,
and
onely
mine
;
May
she
here
thrive
in
honour
,
and
in
favours
,
And
I
shall
meete
her
with
a
victory
,
(
Heaven
put
before
)
as
shall
endow
us
both
In
your
high
esteeme
.
Rod.
That
shall
be
our
care
noble
Iulianus
,
to
see
her
safe
,
We
love
Iacinta
more
then
you
must
know
,
And
for
her
sake
we
doe
remove
you
hence
;
You
may
thanke
your
daughter
for
this
honour
Sir
,
If
you
knew
our
purpose
.
Lo.
I
understand
all
this
,
whilst
he
warres
abroad
,
his
Daughter
must
skirmish
at
home
;
Venus
is
in
conjunction
With
Mercury
,
wit
and
lechery
are
both
in
labour
At
once
alas
poore
mayden-head
,
th'art
cast
i'faith
,
And
must
to
execution
;
virginity
hadst
thou
bin
Moulded
in
my
compasse
,
thou
hadst
scap't
this
pitfall
.
Rod.
On
,
to
thy
charge
,
prosper
in
thy
high
deedes
;
Who
aymes
at
honour
nobly
,
nobly
speedes
.
Iul.
My
heart
and
tongue
,
thus
sentence
to
my
fate
,
In
honour
thrive
,
in
basenesse
ruinate
.
Rod.
All
helpe
him
on
his
speede
:
Lothario
.
Exeunt
omnes
nisi
Rod
.
&
Loth.
Have
we
not
finely
moulded
our
designe
?
Times
antient
bawde
,
opportunity
attends
us
now
,
And
yet
our
flaming
bloud
will
scarce
give
leave
To
opportunity
.
Lo.
I
told
your
highnesse
of
a
second
bawd
to
time
,
&
yet
Not
times
second
neither
,
for
time
nere
pattern'd
her
A
thing
reall
,
not
a
dumb
morall
,
as
time
it selfe
Is
,
but
a
speaking
thing
,
and
one
that
speakes
Effectually
;
one
that
has
wrackt
more
mayden-heads
In
Spaine
,
then
she
has
yeers
upon
her
reverent
browes
,
And
yet
she
writes
odde
of
threescore
,
an
odde
wench
'tis
.
Rod.
Thou
nam'st
her
to
me
.
Lo.
Malena
.
Rod.
And
hast
instructed
her
?
Lo.
I
have
prepar'd
her
fit
for
instruction
my
Liege
;
shee
Waites
her
further
confirmation
from
your
Highnesse
:
Oh
every
souldier
has
a
double
heart
,
when
the
King's
in
field
.
Rod.
Call
her
Lo.
By
her
right
name
;
bawd
,
where
art
thou
bawd
?
Rod.
If
Words
will
serve
,
if
not
,
by
rapines
force
;
Wee'le
plucke
this
apple
from
th'Hesperides
.
Enter
Malena
.
Lo.
This
is
the
thing
I
told
your
Highnesse
of
.
Rod.
A
reverent
one
it
is
,
&
may
be
cal'd
schoolemistresse
of
her
sexe
;
if
Apelles
had
ever
picturde
forth
experience
,
here
might
he
take
his
patterne
.
Mal.
Indeed
my
Liege
,
I
have
bin
the
pattern
that
a
great
Many
has
taken
out
pictures
by
,
I
confesse
I
have
Bin
a
greater
friend
to
the
Hospitals
,
then
the
Nunneries
,
And
I
thinke
it
was
the
greater
charity
,
because
They
are
the
poorer
,
and
more
wretched
places
.
Lo.
The
very
ipsissima
of
her
sexe
,
my
Liege
,
as
old
as
She
is
,
I
will
undertake
she
shall
wrastle
a
fall
With
the
strongest
Virgin
in
Spaine
,
&
throw
her
down
too
.
Rod.
Thou
must
be
my
Lawyer
(
I'le
fee
thee
well
,
)
And
at
the
Barre
of
beauty
plead
a
cause
,
Which
whether
right
or
wrong
,
must
needs
be
mine
.
Mal.
Indeed
in
rightfull
causes
,
weake
Lawyers
will
Serve
turne
,
but
the
wrong
had
need
have
The
best
Orators
;
I'me
but
a
weake
vessell
,
you
Know
my
Liege
.
Lo.
Shee'le
hold
out
I
warrant
,
harke
you
my
Lieg
,
This
vessell
is
not
hollow
yet
,
it
does
not
sound
,
There's
mettall
in
her
,
there's
sacke
in
this
Tunne
,
That
has
eaten
up
a
great
deale
of
dead
Flesh
in
her
time
,
lights
,
longs
and
bad
livers
.
Rod.
Come
,
come
,
you
must
not
plead
an
insufficiency
.
Mal
I'le
doe
my
best
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Tush
,
in
malo
consilio
foeminae
vincunt
viros
.
Mal.
Does
he
not
abuse
me
my
Liege
?
Rod.
Not
at
all
,
he
sayes
women
overcome
men
in
Giving
counsell
.
Mal.
Is
there
not
a
faulty
word
amongst
them
?
Lo.
Thou
art
able
to
corrupt
any
good
sence
,
with
bad
construction
:
I
say
foeminae
vincunt
,
that
is
,
quasi
vincere
cunctos
,
Ouercomes
all
men
.
Mal.
Go
to
,
go
to
,
there
is
a
broad
word
amongst'm
,
vincunt
Quotha
,
is
it
spoke
with
a
K
,
or
a
C
?
but
in
plaine
Language
I
will
doe
my
best
,
if
she
be
of
my
sexe
,
I
Will
shew
her
the
end
of
her
function
,
men
follow
The
traditions
of
their
forefathers
,
so
should
Women
follow
the
trades
of
their
fore-mothers
.
Rod.
I
see
thou
hast
perswasive
oratory
.
Here's
iuyce
of
liquorish
,
good
for
thy
voyce
,
Speake
freely
,
and
effectually
.
Mal.
I
will
speake
the
words
that
have
o'rethrowne
a
Hundred
in
my
time
.
Lo.
I
was
within
compass
then
.
Mal.
Let
me
have
accesse
to
her
,
if
she
be
flesh
&
bloud
,
I'le
move
her
,
I
will
not
leave
her
till
I
turne
her
to
a
stone
.
Rod.
Vnite
your
forces
both
,
conquer
in
love
,
I
will
reward
as
for
a
victory
Purchac't
with
bloud
from
my
worst
enemy
:
Effect
,
for
ill
things
have
their
effects
we
see
Prosper
,
wee'le
call
it
a
prosperity
.
Exit
.
Mal.
You'le
bring
me
to
the
place
and
party
?
Lo.
Prepar'd
with
all
advantage
.
I
will
assist
thee
,
thou
Destroyer
of
mayden-heads
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Antonio
,
and
Lazarello
.
Laz.
Your
passions
erre
my
Lord
,
did
you
foresee
What
may
ensue
;
folly
begets
danger
,
Nay
oft
,
their
full
effects
,
destruction
;
You
would
not
clothe
the
noblenesse
of
your
bloud
In
such
base
weedes
,
shee's
a
beggar
you
doate
on
.
Ant.
Th'ast
spoke
the
worst
thy
malice
can
invent
,
A
beggar
say'st
?
and
better
being
so
,
If
a
small
Starre
could
overshine
the
Sunne
,
And
shew
his
brightnesse
in
the
solsticie
,
Should
it
be
blam'd
or
prais'd
?
the
feeble
Vine
Brings
forth
sweet
fruits
,
whilst
the
Cedars's
barren
;
Beggar
is
she
,
I'le
poyse
her
graces
with't
,
And
see
how
many
infinites
shee'le
pull
The
ballance
downe
,
and
yet
that
poverty
A
goodnesse
dis-esteem'd
,
shee's
faire
,
Modest
,
lovely
,
wise
,
vertuous
.
Laz.
Nay
,
if
you
doate
,
I'le
waste
no
more
good
counsell
,
And
what's
her
dower
Sir
?
Ant.
Infinites
,
I
nam'd
them
to
thee
.
Laz.
O
shee's
faire
,
a
faire
dowry
.
Ant.
Chast
and
vertuous
.
Laz.
Those
are
iewels
indeed
,
but
they'le
yeeld
little
.
Ant.
They
are
not
things
of
prise
,
they
are
farre
off
,
And
deare
,
yet
Ladies
send
not
for'em
.
Laz.
May
not
a
league
be
taken
for
a
time
?
Deferre
this
hasty
match
,
you
have
employment
As
a
Souldier
,
the
King
has
given
you
charge
,
Approve
your
champion
valour
in
the
field
,
If
that
remoue
not
this
domesticke
trouble
,
Retire
upon
your
Uenus
.
Ant.
I'le
prevent
that
venome
,
This
night
I
will
be
married
to
my
sweet
,
And
then
her
memory
enjoy'd
,
shall
strengthen
Mine
arme
against
my
foe
,
which
else
would
droope
,
Suspecting
of
her
losse
,
I
feare
it
now
;
What
eye
can
looke
upon
her
,
but
is
captiv'd
In
the
inchanted
prison
of
her
eyes
.
Laz.
Why
you'le
be
jealous
in
your
absence
then
?
Ant.
Away
,
away
,
thou
dost
forget
her
vertues
Faster
then
I
can
name
'em
;
shee's
chastity
It selfe
,
and
when
a
Shrine
shall
be
set
up
Vnto
that
Saint
,
it
shall
be
built
upon
The
marble
that
shall
cover
her
.
Enter
Iulianus
and
Iacinta
.
Laz.
Here
comes
the
Generall
.
Iul.
No
more
,
no
more
,
thy
feares
are
all
follies
,
my
Iacinta
Iac.
I
must
not
leave
you
thus
.
Iul.
Antonio
?
what
unplum'd
?
you
are
a
Souldier
Sir
,
And
Souldiers
should
be
forward
;
looke
yee
I
have
bright
steele
for
the
blacke
Affricans
;
I
tell
you
Sir
,
I
went
not
with
more
ioy
Vnto
my
mayden
Bride
,
that
Hymen
night
,
From
whence
I
fetcht
this
iewell
of
my
heart
,
Then
now
I
doe
unto
my
second
nuptials
.
Oh
'tis
a
gallant
Mistresse
,
an
old
man
Is
young
agen
at
sight
of
her
.
Ant.
Worthy
Sir
,
your
leading
vallor
wil
centuple
the
harts
Of
all
your
followers
;
when
set
you
forward
?
Iul.
Tush
,
we
limit
time
to
her
best
haste
,
Three
dayes
will
be
the
most
,
the
longer
stay
Looses
the
more
advantage
.
Ant.
We
shall
be
ready
to
attend
your
honour
,
Hymen
,
this
night
I
vow
to
thee
,
Mars
be
my
Morrowes
Saint
.
Laz.
Here
were
a
Saint
fitting
your
orisons
.
Ant.
Blasphemy
,
speake
that
no
more
,
the
begger
,
(
If
you
will
so
prophane
to
speake
her
so
)
Is
gold
refinde
,
compar'd
unto
this
rubbish
,
Diamond
to
Marble
;
my
noble
Lord
Wee'le
leave
you
to
hasten
our
attendance
on
you
.
Exit
Ant.
&
Lazar.
Iul.
Farewell
Antonio
,
I'me
in
haste
too
,
my
preparations
call
me
.
Iac.
I
call
too
,
I
beseech
you
heare
me
.
Iul.
Th'art
a
clog
to
me
,
Me thinkes
thou
shouldst
be
reading
o're
new
fashions
,
Conferring
with
your
Tire-woman
for
faire
dressings
,
Your
Ieweller
has
new
devices
for
yee
,
Fine
labels
for
your
eares
,
bracelets
for
wrists
,
Such
as
will
illustrate
your
white
hand
;
These
are
all
Pedlars
ware
to
me
,
Iacinta
;
I
am
for
Corslets
,
Helmets
,
Bils
,
Bowes
,
and
Pikes
,
The
thundring
Guns
,
Trumpets
tan
tara
,
The
ratling
sheepeskin
,
and
the
whistling
Fife
:
What
Musicke's
this
to
your
eares
?
ha
,
farewell
,
Farewell
,
and
heaven
blesse
thee
.
Iac.
Good
heaven
,
how
slightly
You
o're-run
my
feares
,
you
goe
to
meete
With
a
full
power
,
an
armed
foe
abroad
,
And
leave
me
single
to
an
enemy
That
hath
both
power
and
will
to
ruine
me
.
Iul.
'Tis
treason
that
thou
speak'st
,
and
by
the
Saint
Of
Spaine
,
mend
it
,
or
I'le
discover
thee
:
Wrong
my
dread
Liege
,
my
King
,
my
Soveraigne
,
To
say
that
he
should
doate
upon
your
face
,
Away
,
away
,
'tis
but
your
beauties
pride
,
So
to
belye
it selfe
thou
art
not
faire
,
Thou
hast
no
eye
to
attract
Maiestie
,
To
looke
upon't
;
say
he
speake
love
to
thee
,
'Twas
but
to
try
thee
,
perhaps
'twas
my
consent
,
Will
you
enquire
the
hidden
hearts
of
Kings
?
He
would
not
wrong
thee
for
his
kingdomes
wealth
,
Even
for
my
sake
,
away
you
wanton
foole
.
Iac.
There
has
bin
ravishers
,
remember
Tarquin
.
Iul.
There
has
bin
chast
Ladies
,
remember
Lucres
:
I'le
heare
no
more
,
my
time
and
haste
hath
bard
me
,
My
blessing
take
,
heaven
and
that
shall
guard
thee
.
Exit
.
Iac.
You
leave
me
in
a
tempest
,
heaven
guide
my
fate
,
Oh
let
me
sinke
ere
I
be
captivate
.
Exit
.
Enter
Pedro
,
Iaques
,
and
Claveele
.
Ped.
I
doe
not
like
this
match
,
this
gay
out-side
Is
cloth
of
gold
,
within
a
ragged
lining
.
Iaq.
O
poore
comparison
father
,
doe
they
use
to
line
cloth
of
gold
with
cloth
of
gold
;
no
,
but
with
fine
,
gentle
,
and
easie
linings
,
and
such
my
sister
may
be
,
for
tho
I
say
it
that
should
not
say
it
,
my
sister
has
a
good
face
,
a
white
necke
,
and
a
dainty
hand
,
and
that
may
serve
for
lining
for
the
best
cloth
of
gold
in
all
Spaine
.
Ped.
Cedars
and
shrubs
cannot
grow
up
together
.
Iaq.
Away
,
away
,
speake
not
so
like
a
Wood
monger
,
I'le
Put
you
downe
with
a
caparison
now
,
doe
we
not
use
To
graft
sweet
apples
upon
crab-tree
stocks
,
doe
we
Not
use
to
enoculate
your
Malicatoon
upon
a
Gooseberry
?
Such
is
my
sisters
case
now
,
say
that
the
noble
man
Would
enoculate
his
Lordship
upon
my
sisters
yeomandry
,
What
hurt
were
in
this
?
would
it
grieve
you
to
be
a
Lords
brother
,
or
this
old
woman
to
have
her
Lady
Daughter
to
aske
,
Grauam
,
how
doe
you
,
will
you
ride
Abroad
in
your
Croarch
,
or
your
embroderd
side-saddle
?
Cla.
I
,
thou
talk'st
wildly
boy
,
yet
err'st
not
much
In
my
conceit
,
be
content
man
,
and
adde
as
meete
it
is
,
Ioy
to
content
,
your
daughter
shal
be
made
a
happy
woman
By
a
noble
marriage
.
Ped.
Happy
say'st
thou
?
oh
'tis
as
distant
as
the
Moon
from
earth
,
And
has
the
like
effects
,
it
changes
oft
,
So
with
a
silver
brow
,
greatnesse
lookes
on
us
Promising
and
lovely
,
but
once
growne
full
,
It
brings
swelling
billowes
to
o'rewhelme
us
.
Iaq.
Pray
father
talk
no
more
of
the
moon
,
but
of
your
son
,
Not
my selfe
that
am
your
son
and
heire
,
but
of
your
Son
in
law
that
shall
be
,
my
noble
L.
Antonio
,
Lord
of
Barcelona
,
and
his
noble
Lady
my
sister
,
that
shall
be
.
Ped.
'Twill
well
become
her
,
what
armes
shall
I
give
to
make
her
gentle
by
?
Iaq.
Those
we
can
buy
of
the
Heraulds
,
you
know
shee
Has
cryde
Orenges
the
most
of
her
time
here
in
Ciuill
,
Now
a
fine
Orenge
for
her
crest
,
with
Ciuillity
Written
round
aboud
it
would
speaks
wondrous
well
,
Then
a
Capon
in
a
Scutchen
with
a
gizard
Vnder
his
left
arme
,
with
his
spurs
vpon
his
heeles
Riding
vpon
a
Leman
.
Ped.
Away
,
away
Thy
talkes
impertinent
,
what
should
a
Capon
Do
with
a
Leman
?
Iaq.
I
,
you
say
well
Father
there
indeed
,
A
Capon
desires
no
Leman
,
and
therefore
Wele
hope
of
both
that
neither
the
Lord
Proue
himselfe
a
Capon
,
nor
my
Sister
a
Leman
.
Ped.
I
,
this
thou
touchest
by
a
forced
figure
,
The
perfect
sence
of
all
,
thence
grows
my
feare
:
This
loue
was
first
〈◊〉
,
and
borne
in
lust
How
long
has
he
laid
an
vnlawfull
leige
Against
her
Virgin
honour
,
which
had
she
yeelded
,
And
beene
so
lemond
,
she
nere
had
bin
profferd
The
stile
of
wife
.
Cla.
Peace
,
see
they
come
.
Enter
Ant.
and
Margaretta
.
Iaq.
I
marry
,
heres
a
Lady
now
will
weare
her
owne
haire
.
Mar.
Nay
now
no
further
protestations
,
You
haue
said
enough
to
make
me
new
,
or
ruine
me
,
And
this
my
spirit
,
bids
me
prophesye
If
you
repent
,
as
loue
might
be
ore
sated
In
its
best
desires
;
and
any
crosse
euent
Should
fall
upon
this
your
unequall
choise
,
Yours
is
the
crime
,
your
handmaid
must
be
blamelesse
,
Since
you
haue
sought
what
I
haue
not
desirde
,
And
yet
,
you
may
avoide
the
fatall
doome
(
If
any
such
there
be
)
by
throwing
backe
Your
atchieu'de
vassayle
.
Ant.
Teach
me
no
errour
.
I
will
not
learne
it
,
sweetest
,
if
you
do
.
Speake
nothing
now
but
of
those
holy
rytes
Whose
sacred
hands
must
guide
vs
to
the
path
Of
your
desired
ioyes
.
Mar.
Heres
all
the
barre
;
When
these
haue
giuen
consent
I
am
your
owne
.
Ant.
It
shall
be
done
in
this
acknowledgement
.
Father
and
mother
let
me
but
call
you
so
.
Iaq.
And
brother
eke
also
.
Ant.
Yes
brother
too
,
By
this
I
claime
them
all
,
your
daughter
makes
Me
your
sonne
,
and
yours
.
Iaq.
And
my
brother
.
Ant.
Ile
not
forget
that
neither
.
Iaq.
If
you
do
,
I
will
forget
to
call
your
Lady
Sister
.
Cla.
Sir
,
I
haue
question'd
all
the
will
in
me
,
And
finde
it
now
resolu'd
vnto
your
wish
.
Iaq.
You
haue
my
good
will
too
brother
.
Ped.
Mine
is
wrought
out
through
rocks
of
doubt
and
scare
,
She
is
your
owne
,
I
send
her
pilots
like
Into
an
Argosey
beyond
her
sterage
.
Ant.
Ile
hand
the
helme
with
her
,
and
there
abide
Safetie
,
or
drowning
.
Ped.
She
will
be
hated
when
the
disdainfull
browes
Of
noble
greatnesse
shall
be
shot
against
her
,
The
scornes
and
flowts
she
shall
endure
,
will
be
Fa
〈…〉
lesse
content
,
then
is
the
humble
quiet
she
enioyes
.
Ant.
All
those
I
will
rebuke
,
and
if
she
blush
,
The
beauty
then
will
check
their
painted
cheekes
With
a
rebounding
shame
vpon
themselues
,
Let
not
more
obstacles
be
mention'd
,
Onely
let
priuacie
protect
vs
yet
Altho
we
scant
the
full
solemnitie
Due
to
thy
wishes
;
Hymen
which
afterward
.
Shall
dare
the
largest
blazon
.
Marg.
Call
it
mine
Sir
,
And
then
the
smallest
ceremony
may
serue
.
All
wants
,
are
onely
wanting
vnto
you
To
giue
your
greatnesse
the
due
ornaments
.
Ant.
Shall
your
kinde
paines
prouide
vs
of
a
Priest
,
Whom
my
instructions
shall
direct
you
to
.
Iaq.
Shall
I
?
why
who
am
I
pray
?
Mar.
Yes
,
good
brother
do
.
Ant.
O
you
teach
me
sweet
;
yes
good
brother
do
.
Ia.
O
as
a
brother
I
will
,
I
perceiue
these
great
men
Are
some
what
forgetfull
of
their
poore
kindred
.
Ant.
A
Fryer
in
Saint
Austins
Monastery
Aske
for
one
Benedicke
,
my
comends
to
him
Will
bring
him
with
thee
,
hees
prepar'd
for
it
.
Ia.
Ile
be
the
Clarke
my selfe
for
the
groat
sake
,
Which
you
know
will
arise
out
of
the
two
and
twenty
.
Ant.
Tush
,
Ile
treble
that
wages
.
Ia.
Nothing
grieves
me
but
this
wedding
will
be
so
still
borne
We
shall
haue
no
dancing
at
it
,
but
Ile
foot
it
To
the
Priest
howsoeuer
,
Fala
,
la
,
la
,
la
:
Ant.
How ere
the
kings
employment
in
the
wars
Calls
on
my
person
,
I
shall
leaue
behinde
My selfe
in
thee
,
and
beare
my selfe
along
In
thy
sweet
memory
.
Mar.
O
Sir
,
you
speake
of
swift
diuorce
.
Ant.
Rellish
to
ioy
,
a
breathing
from
our
pleasures
,
Come
,
come
,
true
loue
shall
tye
two
hearts
in
one
.
Ped.
O
happy
proue
.
Actus
tertius
.
Enter
Lothario
,
and
Iacenta
.
Lo.
QViet
your
tongue
,
or
I'le
take
away
your
liberty
,
Know
y'are
under
me
,
and
my
command
.
Iac.
Quiet
my
tongue
?
art
officer
of
hell
!
Thou
Iaylor
to
the
devill
,
fleshly
fiend
,
I'le
waken
heaven
and
earth
with
my
exclaimes
,
Astonish
hell
for
feare
,
the
fire
be
doubled
In
the
due
vengeance
of
my
hainous
wrong
,
My
heavy
hainous
wrong
.
Lo.
Forbeare
I
say
:
you
are
a
crack
virgin
,
And
I'le
bestow
the
widowe
almes
on
you
In
charity
,
if
you
not
hold
your
tongue
.
Iac.
Worst
of
humanity
,
hold
thou
thy
tongue
,
Shame
thou
to
speake
,
my
shame
enforceth
me
.
Lo.
Come
,
come
,
my
li●le
(
what
shall
I
call
thee
)
For
it
is
now
doubtfull
what
thou
art
;
being
neither
Maide
,
wife
,
nor
(
saving
your
reverence
)
widow
.
Ha
?
Doest
spit
at
me
?
I'le
have
you
spitted
for
this
tricke
,
Spits
at
him
.
And
I
will
turne
you
as
you
see
,
and
moreover
I
will
hast
you
.
Iac.
O
that
I
could
spit
out
the
spiders
bladder
,
Or
the
roads
intrals
into
thee
,
to
take
part
And
mixe
with
the
diseases
that
thou
hearst
,
And
altogether
choke
thee
,
or
that
my
tongue
Were
pointed
with
a
〈…〉
y
Pyramis
To
strike
thee
through
,
thou
bundle
of
diseases
,
This
store-house
of
some
shaggy
meteor
,
Some
blazing
fire
shon
o're
thy
〈◊〉
birth
,
And
laid
up
all
her
sad
effects
in
that
,
Gouts
,
aches
,
dropsies
,
and
a
hundred
more
,
For
were
not
〈◊〉
to
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
,
Thy
owne
soule
〈◊〉
would
strangle
thee
.
Lo.
Thou
art
a
looser
,
and
I
do
consider
it
,
Thou
hast
lost
a
maydenhead
,
a
shrewd
cracke
:
A
flaw
that
will
hardly
be
soaderd
againe
;
Some
there
be
that
can
passe
away
these
counterfeits
.
For
currant
,
as
brasse
money
may
be
taken
For
silver
,
yet
it
can
never
be
the
same
,
Nor
restorde
to
his
first
purity
,
this
I
consider
.
And
beare
,
(
but
presume
not
too
much
to
trouble
The
poole
of
my
patience
,
it
may
rise
soule
)
it
may
.
Iac.
O
that
thine
eyes
were
worth
the
plucking
out
,
Or
thy
base
heart
,
the
labour
I
should
take
In
rending
up
thy
bosome
,
I
should
but
ope
A
vault
to
poyson
me
(
detested
wretch
)
The
hangmans
man
,
basest
degree
of
basenesse
,
Thou
liv'st
upon
the
lees
and
dregs
of
lust
,
Thy
soule
is
a
hyrde
hackney
towards
hell
.
O
Iulianus
,
my
much
honour'd
father
,
How
is
thy
simple
faith
deluded
now
!
Thou
hadst
not
so
much
thought
of
ill
in
thee
,
To
breede
a
bad
opinion
of
a
villaine
,
Tyrant
,
and
ravisher
;
whilst
thou
art
winning
Renowne
and
honour
from
Spaines
enemies
,
Spaine
has
dishonour'd
and
imprisoned
me
:
Thou
understandst
not
this
,
unlesse
the
windes
Vpon
their
fleeting
convey
heare
it
thee
,
Some
gentle
vision
tell
thee
in
thy
sleepes
,
And
heaven
instruct
thee
with
a
waking
faith
,
True
to
beleeve
thy
slumbers
;
boyle
out
my
bloud
,
And
at
the
briney
limbecke
of
mine
eyes
Distill
my
faculties
;
alone
I'le
tell
My
sorrowes
unto
heaven
,
my
curse
to
hell
.
And
there
〈◊〉
mixe
that
wretch
,
from
thence
they
rise
,
Oh
whilst
I
looke
on
him
,
I
loath
mine
eyes
.
Exit
.
Lo.
But
that
I
have
some
kinder
purpose
,
I
would
not
Be
thus
baited
:
I
am
given
to
the
〈◊〉
as
well
As
the
king
my
Master
,
I
have
some
hope
to
taste
This
dish
after
him
;
but
tis
yet
too
hot
for
me
,
It
will
coole
,
and
then
I
will
draw
my
〈◊〉
,
〈◊〉
have
A
flash
at
it
:
this
womans
two
edgde
tongue
,
And
this
burthen
of
flesh
that
I
beare
about
me
,
Hath
made
me
so
heavy
,
I
must
take
a
●●p
.
Cob
,
boy
,
Cob
,
page
.
Enter
Page
.
Cob.
Here
Sir
.
Lo.
There
is
some
thing
gone
Into
my
eares
,
that
troubles
my
braine
,
blow
in
Some
musique
to
fetch
it
out
againe
.
Cob.
The
best
I
can
,
my
Lord
.
Lo.
And
hearke
you
,
having
done
,
ascend
the
Turret
And
see
if
you
can
discover
his
Maiesty
Comming
to
the
Castle
:
this
house
he
appointed
For
his
recreation
,
if
you
do
,
descend
,
And
give
me
〈…〉
warning
.
C●●.
I
will
.
A
song
wit
him
.
〈◊〉
falls
asleepe
.
Enter
Cob.
So
I
have
luld
my
Lord
asleepe
,
I
see
he
takes
my
musique
heavily
,
Therefore
I'le
sing
no
more
:
now
to
my
Turret
To
see
if
the
king
come
,
now
he
may
take
him
napping
.
Exit
.
Enter
Iac
〈…〉
a.
Iao.
There
is
no
resting
place
within
a
prison
To
make
my
sorrows
lesse
by
recounting
.
I
throw
'um
forth
,
but
empty
none
〈◊〉
all
;
Ha
,
asleepe
?
I
,
security
can
sleepe
,
Griefes
a
true
watchman
:
how
the
d
〈…〉
Th
〈…〉
●ell
within
hi
〈…〉
,
and
what
a
〈◊〉
noise
Th
〈…〉
I
could
with
h●●
office
〈…〉
But
I
have
better
tho
〈…〉
may
give
me
My
release
〈…〉
Of
better
release
,
no
,
I
will
not
delay
it
,
I
will
keepe
backe
my
sinnes
from
multitudes
,
And
I
may
flie
for
safety
to
my
father
.
Theres
divers
wayes
,
heaven
instruct
the
privat'st
.
And
best
for
my
escape
:
fare
ill
,
not
well
,
Thou
and
thy
lustfull
Master
:
from
all
but
one
,
This
key
now
frees
me
,
O!
that
I
beare
about
,
Which
none
but
mercies
key
can
deliver
out
.
Exit
I
〈…〉
.
E
〈…〉
Cob.
Cob.
My
Lord
,
I
spie
the
king
comming
pri
〈…〉
ely
By
himselfe
,
my
Lord
,
one
were
as
good
attempt
To
wake
a
watchman
at
three
a clocke
in
the
morning
,
My
Lord
,
lend
me
your
keyes
if
you'le
not
〈◊〉
your selfe
:
Me thinkes
he
should
wake
himselfe
with
〈◊〉
,
but
〈◊〉
may
be
The
more
noise
makes
him
sleepe
the
sounder
;
the
best
is
,
I
take
it
,
the
king
has
a
private
key
to
let
in
himselfe
;
If
he
have
,
he
will
do
his
own
work
himselfe
,
and
my
Lord
For
this
time
shall
be
an
innocent
pander
,
In
this
act
of
sleepe
a
harmlesse
husband
may
be
so
To
his
owne
wife
,
Tis
as
I
guest
,
he
is
come
In
of
himselfe
.
Enter
Roderique
.
Rod.
Where's
your
Master
?
Cob.
H●●s
h
〈…〉
In
his
private
meditations
,
my
Leige
.
Rod.
He
was
ever
heavie
,
where's
〈◊〉
?
Cob.
Safe
enough
,
My
Leige
,
she
〈◊〉
my
Lord
into
these
〈◊〉
With
the
very
musique
of
her
tongue
,
but
they
〈◊〉
all
discord
.
Rod.
Command
here
〈◊〉
,
her
father
〈…〉
,
He
has
a
noble
fortune
to
〈…〉
ing
〈◊〉
Conquest
and
royall
〈◊〉
,
I
〈◊〉
not
well
Requite
him
:
therefore
I
〈…〉
What
I
returne
,
how
the
villaine
snores
!
Sleepe
on
Sir
,
your
sinne
will
be
the
lesse
,
in
being
My
bawd
.
Now
where
is
she
?
Enter
Cob.
Cob.
Alas
my
Lord
,
I
have
beene
—
.
Rod.
Beene
impe
,
where
have
you
beene
?
Cob.
Seeking
about
all
the
corners
in
the
Castle
For
Iacinta
.
Rod.
Why
,
is
she
to
seeke
slave
?
Cob.
I
can
neither
heare
nor
see
her
any where
.
Rod.
Rogue
,
thou
neither
seest
,
nor
hear'st
more
if
I
see
not
her
:
Cob.
I'le
go
seeke
better
,
my
Leige
,
I
doubt
some
legerdemaine
,
But
if
I
finde
not
her
within
,
I
know
the
way
out
.
Exit
.
Rod.
You
dormouse
,
baby
of
fifty
,
bundle
of
security
,
Awake
Rogue
,
pocks
of
your
heavy
flesh
,
hast
thou
no
soule
?
Lo.
Mynnion
,
I'le
clog
your
heeles
with
irons
for
this
,
Will
you
not
let
me
rest
by
you
?
Rod.
Mischiefe
ope
your
eye-lid
〈…〉
blocke
,
image
.
Lo.
I
will
tell
the
king
,
and
he
shall
tickle
you
for
this
.
Rod.
Sir
death
,
I'le
tickle
you
for
this
,
loggerhead
,
where's
〈…〉
?
Lo.
O
my
Leige
,
is
it
your
Maiesty
,
I
beseech
you
pardon
me
:
These
after
dinner-naps
are
the
repasts
to
my
body
.
Rod.
Diseases
devoure
your
body
,
where's
〈…〉
?
Lo.
Safe
,
safe
,
my
Leige
,
my
keyes
,
where
he
my
keyes
,
Saw
you
my
keyes
,
my
〈◊〉
.
Rod.
Confirmde
,
she
has
the
keyes
,
and
is
fled
the
castle
,
Dog
,
hell-hound
,
thou
shalt
be
my
〈◊〉
,
sl
〈…〉
I'le
drag
this
〈…〉
ull
〈◊〉
into
his
〈◊〉
.
Lo.
Nay
but
my
〈…〉
.
And
the
〈◊〉
I●old
〈…〉
by
〈◊〉
When
I
went
to
sleepe
,
and
my
first
dreame
told
me
They
were
there
still
.
My
boy
,
my
Cob
,
saw
you
my
Cob
,
my
Leige
?
Rod.
Dogs
worry
you
both
;
search
slave
in
every
angle
,
Send
pursuite
after
her
,
if
thou
returnst
her
not
,
Thou
shalt
curse
thy
being
.
Lo.
If
she
be
not
above
steeples
,
Nor
beneath
hell
,
I'le
finde
her
,
for
so
high
And
low
I
can
reach
and
dive
,
as
heavy
as
I
am
.
Exit
.
Rod.
If
she
escape
us
,
and
once
reach
her
father
,
Now
in
his
height
of
honour
,
we
know
not
how
He
may
receive
his
wrongs
,
nor
the
event
;
We
will
command
him
distant
from
the
Court
,
And
his
prisoners
sent
to
us
;
And
this
shall
haste
Before
her
possible
speed
,
if
she
scape
:
Wele
threaten
his
heads
losse
,
if
he
deny
'um
,
Those
that
do
wrong
,
had
need
keepe
safety
by
'um
.
Exit
.
Enter
Marg
〈…〉
and
Fydella
the
Moore
.
Mar.
O
that
some
striking
aire
had
blasted
me
Before
this
poyson
entred
at
mine
cares
;
Married
?
Fy.
Madam
,
sweet
Madam
.
Mar.
Madam
!
prethee
mock
me
not
,
nor
gard
my
folly
With
such
a
linsie
wolsie
ornament
.
Madam
,
is
the
mad
dame
,
and
thence
mad
woman
:
Define
it
so
and
I
will
borrow
still
That
little
of
my
store
.
A
coat
of
tissue
If
a
foole
weares
it
,
is
but
a
fooles
coat
.
Such
are
my
trappings
;
oh
for
time
thats
gone
,
Equality
,
oh
sweet
equality
,
Borne
under
Libra
,
thou
hast
both
right
hands
,
Without
advantage
,
or
priority
.
Base
ones
made
big
by
beauty
are
but
slaves
,
Their
Lords
nere
truly
bed
but
in
their
graves
.
Hai
a
dangerous
conceit
,
call
my
brother
,
Fidella
.
Fy.
Then
let
me
councell
you
,
know
hees
open
,
Plaine
,
and
rusticall
,
and
alterd
from
his
first
condition
,
What ever
your
purpose
is
,
let
it
not
appeare
to
him
.
Mar.
Prethee
be
gone
,
and
call
him
.
Am
I
despis'd
so
soone
?
wedlocke
uniust
,
Vnequall
nuptials
are
not
love
,
but
lust
:
Come
backe
past
time
,
oh
tis
a
fruitlesse
call
,
I
may
repent
,
but
finde
no
helpe
at
all
.
Now
I
forestall
thee
heaven
ere
I
begin
,
Forgive
me
,
I
must
act
some
a
heinous
sinne
,
I
must
now
be
changde
.
Enter
Clowne
,
and
Fydella
.
Clo.
Ia.
Lady
sister
,
did
your
Madamship
Send
for
my
worship
?
Mar.
I
did
send
for
you
brother
.
Iai
You
may
intreat
me
.
Mar.
I
hope
so
,
I
have
a
letter
To
my
Lord
(
brother
)
containing
so
much
love
And
secresie
;
as
I
would
trust
none
willingly
But
your selfe
for
the
delivery
.
Ia.
A
letter
sister
!
I
would
not
have
you
to
take
me
for
a
Carrier
,
Or
a
Porter
to
carry
words
,
or
letters
more
Then
it
pleases
me
;
yet
in
the
way
of
a
Nuntius
,
Partly
Embassadour
,
or
so
,
I
will
Travell
for
your
sake
.
Mar.
Looke
you
,
this
is
all
,
brother
.
Ia.
Is
this
all
sister
?
Mar.
Vnlesse
youle
adde
another
:
Commends
by
word
of
mouth
▪
Ia.
By
word
of
mouth
?
Twas
not
well
spoken
sister
.
Mar.
Why
brother
?
Iay.
Why
what
words
are
there
,
but
words
of
the
mouth
?
Except
it
be
words
of
the
tayle
,
which
would
sound
but
il●
In
my
Lord
brothers
cares
:
for
words
behinde
A
mans
backe
are
but
winde
,
you
know
that
.
Mar.
But
be
most
carefull
in
the
delivery
,
I
entreat
you
brother
;
You
know
our
wedding
is
onely
knowne
to
us
,
A
thing
conceald
from
wide
mouthd
rumour
,
then
should
you
Find
him
in
company
with
Nobles
of
his
own
rank
.
Iaq.
Tush
,
I
can
smell
the
rankest
of
them
all
.
Mar.
Say
amongst
Ladies
you
shoud
find
him
sporting
Dancing
,
kissing
,
or
any
such
like
wantonnesse
,
Take
heed
your
rude
approach
does
not
move
him
to
any
distaste
.
Iaq.
O
my
nowne
sister
,
my
nose
is
a
little
more
a
kin
to
you
Now
then
ever
it
was
;
you
woud
have
me
be
an
informer
Of
unlawfull
games
,
as
Ticktack
,
whipper
ginny
,
in
&
in
.
Mar.
No
trust
me
brother
,
onely
to
instruct
you
I
speak
;
For
the
least
disparagement
should
chance
to
him
His
pleasure
forbidding
it
,
would
be
a
death
to
me
,
Iaq.
Well
sister
,
heres
my
hand
,
and
my
heart
is
some where
Here
about
me
too
,
but
I'de
be
loath
to
bring
him
Forth
to
witnesse
,
but
I
will
be
very
carefull
.
Mar.
You
undo
me
else
brother
.
Iaq.
Pha
,
d'e
thinke
me
for
A
foole
or
your
brother
(
sister
)
Mar.
Do
not
thinke
But
at
your
returne
I
shall
be
very
thankfull
.
Iaq.
As
for
that
,
it
is
sufficient
your
Ladiship
is
my
sister
;
oh
ye
little
amiable
rogue
you
,
a
good
face
is
a
good
dowry
,
I
see
sometimes
;
when
we
two
tumbled
both
in
a
belly
together
,
little
did
our
mother
thinke
which
should
have
beene
the
Madam
;
I
might
have
beene
cut
the
tother
way
iffaith
,
if
it
had
pleased
the
sisters
three
,
if
the
Midwife
had
but
knowne
my
minde
when
I
was
borne
,
I
had
beene
two
stone
lighter
;
but
much
good
do
thee
with
thy
good
fortunes
;
farewell
honourable
flesh
and
bloud
,
I
will
deliver
to
my
noble
brother
,
pretty
trim
Lady
,
I
thinke
we
are
eyde
alike
;
fare
thee
well
,
I
cannot
chuse
but
see
thee
as
long
as
I
looke
upon
thee
.
Exit
.
Mar.
Effect
thy
owne
content
,
paper
and
inke
,
And
then
thou
bringst
the
worke
into
my
hands
.
Fudella
.
Fud.
Madam
.
Mar.
Thou
louest
me
Fudella
.
Fud.
Do
you
make
a
question
ont
Lady
?
Mar.
No
,
I
rather
Speake
it
as
acknowledgement
,
suppose
I
went
In
the
right
noble
way
,
to
meet
my
foe
I'th
field
,
woudst
be
my
second
.
Fud.
To
my
second
life
,
Madam
.
Mar.
I
do
intend
no
such
viragoes
part
,
But
in
shape
,
a
danger
to
thee
farre
more
worse
,
But
when
tis
done
,
the
spatious
world
shall
have
to
understand
,
Spite
of
the
low
condition
of
my
birth
,
High
spirits
may
be
lodg'd
in
humble
earth
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Di
〈…〉
and
Anthonie
.
Dio.
Sad
still
!
Ant.
I
am
as
I
was
ever
Lady
,
Full
of
retyred
thoughts
.
Dio.
You
draw
these
backward
Should
be
comming
on
,
and
meet
in
nuptiall
pleasures
.
Ant.
All
strive
to
be
their
owne
Physitians
(
Lady
)
We
know
whats
best
and
fittest
to
be
done
,
But
who
can
follow
it
?
Dio.
Till
the
disease
be
knowne
In
vaine
it
were
to
study
remedy
,
Pray
whats
your
cause
of
sadnesse
?
Ant.
I
have
none
,
Lady
.
Dio.
Why
are
you
not
merry
then
?
Ant.
You
must
finde
fault
with
my
complexion
for't
,
Nature
,
perhaps
,
has
not
compounded
me
Of
equall
portions
;
yet
you
discover
Diseases
outward
,
I
not
feele
within
,
Me thinkes
I'me
merry
.
Dio.
No
,
I
have
heard
you
sigh
so
violent
,
They
have
wak't
my
slumbers
with
you
in
bed
,
One
gust
following
another
,
as
you
woud
breath
Out
all
your
aire
together
,
there
most
be
cause
.
Ant.
I
know
not
how
to
win
your
good
beliefe
,
Lady
,
But
if
youle
trust
me
;
Lazarello
come
hither
.
Enter
Clowne
.
Iaq.
A
murrin
o
the
carrier
brought
me
hither
,
I
shall
sit
the
worse
this
two
dayes
,
but
I
thinke
I
have
requited
his
sides
for't
;
Now
to
my
letter
,
pat
yffaith
,
here's
my
noble
brother
;
hum
,
I
have
a
pestilent
Lady
to
my
sister
,
she
told
me
I
should
finde
him
amongst
Ladies
;
if
she
had
said
Lady
she
had
guest
singular
well
yffaith
,
I
will
carry
it
as
well
as
I
can
for
my
honourable
brothers
credit
.
Dio.
Fie
,
that's
a
lame
excuse
,
you
won
not
honour
Equall
with
your
will
,
my selfe
from
the
Castle
saw
you
,
Most
nobly
do
,
I
saw
you
unhorse
three
brave
opposers
,
You
kild
and
captiv'd
many
enemies
.
Laz:
Nay
now
sweet
Lady
You
make
too
strict
an
inquisition
,
Men
emulate
in
honour
for
the
best
.
Who
woud
be
second
that
can
formost
〈◊〉
For
this
a
man
may
wrangle
with
〈◊〉
fate
,
And
grieve
and
envy
at
anothers
fortunes
.
Iaq.
Hum
,
hum
,
hum
.
Laz.
See
you
you
fellow
.
Ant.
Waft
him
hence
good
Lazarello
,
I
am
undone
else
,
Looke
here
Dionisia
,
here's
a
iewell
,
I
never
shewed
thee
yet
.
Dio.
Tis
a
very
pretty
one
,
Shall
I
have
it
?
Ant.
With
all
my
heart
sweet
.
Iaq.
He
gives
me
ayme
,
I
am
three
bows
too
short
,
I'le
come
up
nearer
next
time
.
Dio.
When
does
the
Army
March
hence
,
Antonio
?
Ant.
Some
three
dayes
hence
.
I
must
prepare
to
go
:
Dio.
I'le
go
with
you
Antonio
.
Ant.
By
no
meanes
sweet
,
I'le
send
for
thee
With
more
harmonious
musique
.
Dio.
Indeed
I
must
.
Ant.
Come
,
come
,
indeed
you
shall
not
.
Laz.
He
wonnot
off
Sir
.
Ant.
A
mischiefe
carry
him
.
Iaq.
No!
shall
I
have
no
notice
taken
of
me
!
I'le
begin
in
another
tone
with
you
.
Hum
,
hum
,
hum
,
Sings
.
There
was
a
Nobleman
of
Spaine
,
Lady
,
Lady
,
That
went
abroad
,
and
came
not
againe
To
his
poore
Lady
.
Oh
cruell
age
,
when
one
proud
brother
,
Lady
,
Lady
,
Shall
scorne
to
looke
upon
another
,
Of
his
poore
Lady
.
Dio.
How
now
,
what
fellow's
this
?
Iaq.
No
mans
fellow
here
,
Lady
,
yet
a
good
fellow
too
In
place
where
.
Laz.
Who
!
this
fellow
,
Lady
!
he
that
knows
not
him
,
Knows
not
a
man
of
mirth
,
this
Doctor
I
tell
you
Gives
as
good
cure
for
the
melancholy
.
As
the
best
Emperick
in
Spaine
,
what ere
he
be
.
Dio.
I
woud
he
woud
practise
on
Antonio
then
.
Laz.
Troth
Madam
tis
a
good
plot
,
please
you
to
walke
I'le
man
you
to
the
Castle
,
leave
them
together
,
Tis
an
equall
match
,
if
he
make
him
not
merry
,
Heele
most
terribly
trouble
his
melancholly
.
Ant.
Heele
make
me
more
sad
I
feare
.
Dio.
I
had
rather
stay
and
partake
some
mirth
.
Iaq.
I
am
no
womans
foole
(
sweet
Lady
)
tis
two
trades
in
Sivill
;
as
your
mans
Taylor
,
and
your
womans
Taylor
:
So
your
Lords
foole
,
and
your
Ladies
foole
,
I
am
for
the
tongue
,
not
for
the
bauble
.
Di●.
Well
Antonio
,
I'le
leave
you
,
and
sirra
make
him
merry
,
And
I'le
reward
thee
:
Iaq.
If
I
cannot
make
him
merrie
,
I
know
who
can
.
Dio.
Who
I
prethee
?
Ant.
Twill
out
.
Iaq.
Why
my
—
you
can
Lady
.
Dio.
Now
you
iest
too
broad
sirra
.
Iaq.
That's
womans
iesting
,
Madam
.
Exit
Laz.
and
Dio.
Ant.
I
was
afraid
he
woud
have
namde
his
sister
.
Iaq.
I
will
make
bold
to
be
cover'd
,
brother
thou
knowest
Ant.
Oh
brother
.
Iaq.
Looke
thee
theres
black
and
white
for
thee
from
the
little
honourable
rascall
my
sister
,
and
a
thousand
commendations
too
without
booke
,
which
I
was
bid
to
tell
thee
by
roat
,
if
thou
canst
reade
and
heare
all
at
once
.
Ant.
Yes
I
can
.
Iaq.
Theres
honourable
bones
a
breeding
,
my
sister
is
the
peevishest
piece
of
Ladies
flesh
growne
of
late
,
we
have
good
sport
at
it
to
see
her
vexe
and
fret
,
she
boxes
me
as
familiarly
as
if
I
were
her
Cobler
,
for
talking
to
her
,
an
unnaturall
varlet
,
to
strike
her
owne
flesh
and
bloud
,
but
I
beare
with
her
for
thy
sake
.
Ant.
I
thanke
you
fort
,
brother
.
Iaq.
Nay
,
she
cuts
her
lace
,
and
eats
raw
fruit
too
,
what
sallet
do
you
thinke
she
long'd
for
tother
day
?
Ant.
I
know
not
:
Iaq.
For
a
what
doe
call
'um
?
those
long
upright
things
that
grow
a
yard
above
the
ground
;
oh
Cuckow
pintle
roots
,
but
I
got
her
her
belly
full
at
last
.
Ant.
So
twas
well
.
Iaq.
But
the
best
lest
was
,
she
bit
her
shoomaker
by
the
eare
as
he
was
drawing
on
her
shoes
;
and
another
time
her
Taylor
for
girding
her
too
straight
,
he
had
a
long
nose
,
but
she
did
so
pinch
his
bill
;
what
,
hast
thou
good
newes
brother
?
Ant.
Very
good
brother
,
all
I
reade
are
well
.
Iaq.
Yes
faith
brother
,
we
are
in
health
,
and
drinke
to
thine
sometimes
.
Ant.
Brother
,
I
woud
have
your
swift
returne
.
Iaq.
Twas
my
sisters
charge
,
she
thinkes
of
long
things
,
poore
heart
.
Ant.
I
cannot
give
you
the
entertainment
I
woud
brother
,
but
I
pray
you
let
this
provide
for
you
.
Iaq.
This
is
Hostesse
,
Tapster
,
Chamberlaine
,
&
all
,
brother
.
Ant.
In
the
morning
early
my
letter
shall
bee
ready
for
you
.
Iaq.
I
will
lye
in
my
boote
all
night
,
but
I'le
bee
ready
as
soone
as
your
letter
:
Bonos
nocios
,
mi
frater
.
Ant.
Stay
brother
,
one
thing
I
must
aske
you
,
And
pray
you
tell
me
,
Whats
your
thought
of
me
,
Finding
me
in
a
Ladies
company
?
Iaq.
O
brother
,
I
woud
not
have
you
thinke
you
have
a
foole
to
your
kindred
,
what
!
I
understand
these
toyes
,
there
are
fowle
,
and
there
are
fish
,
there
are
wag-tayles
,
and
there
are
Mermayds
.
Ant.
Of
what
sort
do
you
thinke
she
is
?
Iaq.
Oh
brother
,
definitions
and
distinctions
!
fie
on
'um
,
come
,
I
know
flesh
and
bloud
will
be
sporting
.
And
I
were
a
married
man
my selfe
,
I
woud
not
alwayes
be
at
home
,
I
woud
hawke
,
and
hunt
,
and
ride
,
there
are
divers
members
in
one
body
,
there
are
flesh
dayes
,
and
there
are
fish
dayes
,
●man
must
not
alwayes
eate
one
sort
of
meat
.
Ant.
I
see
you
are
a
wag
brother
.
Iaq.
Alwayes
let
a
married
man
get
his
owne
children
at
home
if
he
can
,
if
he
have
a
bit
abroad
for
procreation
or
so
—
.
Ant.
Well
good
night
brother
,
I
pray
hold
a
good
opinion
of
me
.
Iaq:
O
Sir
,
I
can
winke
with
one
eye
like
a
gunner
,
shall
I
make
my
sister
sicke
of
the
yelow
laundies
?
no
,
thought
is
free
,
whatsoever
I
speake
,
I'le
say
nothing
;
Vale
,
valete
,
valete
,
valetote
.
Exit
.
Ant.
I
can
dissemble
mirth
no
longer
.
Oh
my
afflicted
soule
,
wert
thou
capable
Of
separation
,
thou
woudst
now
be
rent
Into
a
thousand
peeces
:
〈◊〉
.
Enter
Lazarello
.
Laz.
Now
Sir
,
you
are
full
of
newes
I'me
sure
.
Ant.
Heavy
and
froward
newes
:
where's
Dionisia
?
Laz.
At
distance
enough
in
the
Castle
;
you
may
speake
.
Ant.
I
am
discover'd
,
Margaretta
knowes
of
this
Her
wrong
,
and
my
disloyalty
.
Laz.
It
was
no
mystery
,
And
must
be
found
,
but
how
does
she
beare
it
.
Ant.
Better
then
her
birth
,
Aswell
as
my
addition
to
her
,
nobly
,
And
if
her
hand
does
not
belye
her
heart
,
She's
glad
that
I
have
found
an
equall
liking
.
Laz.
She
has
done
as
becomes
her
.
Ant.
Yet
with
this
request
,
That
I
would
not
forsake
her
utterly
,
But
some
times
see
her
,
tis
articled
too
,
That
twice
a
weeke
sheed
have
my
fellowship
By
night
,
and
private
stealthes
,
the
which
obtainde
,
Sheed
loose
the
name
of
wife
,
and
never
shame
To
be
call'd
my
Concubine
.
Laz.
I
,
this
is
well
,
Fine
light
pageant
worke
,
but
now
sure
building
,
This
gilds
a
while
,
but
will
at
length
wash
off
agen
;
This
roofe
must
be
raisde
upon
a
sounder
ground-fill
;
Give
me
your
free
bosome
,
you
have
one
heart
,
and
two
wayes
,
Which
may
have
the
better
part
freely
.
Ant.
My
conscience
And
my
affection
warre
about
this
quarrell
,
My
conscience
saith
the
first
,
but
my
affection
,
The
second
.
Laz.
So
then
,
you
shoud
Love
Margaretta
,
but
do
love
Dionisia
.
Ant.
My
heart's
triangled
,
two
points
Dionisiaes
,
And
that
downwards
Margarets
,
and
that's
the
smallest
.
Laz.
I
thanke
you
for
this
free
delivery
:
You
seale
your
friendship
to
me
,
now
let
me
build
,
I
ha'te
,
I'le
rid
your
griefes
at
once
;
will
you
But
give
consent
.
Ant.
To
any
faire
condition
.
Laz.
No
worse
then
Margarets
request
to
you
,
Or
very
little
,
returne
your
letter
,
that
You
will
satisfie
all
her
desire
,
appoint
Your
first
nights
approach
,
and
privately
.
Ant.
Night
cannot
hide
it
ever
.
Laz.
But
heare
me
,
You
shall
not
go
,
I
will
supply
your
place
,
Not
to
blemish
,
but
to
preserve
your
honour
:
Command
your
entertainment
,
so
secret
be
,
As
that
no
lights
may
leade
you
to
your
chamber
,
Let
me
alone
to
counterfeit
for
once
,
And
once
shall
serve
for
all
,
if
it
but
take
,
And
that
she
bed
with
me
,
not
for
the
act
,
For
there
your
honour
must
be
weighed
,
but
company
,
Shall
serve
the
turne
,
then
rise
I
and
proclaime
Both
our
luxurious
sin
〈…〉
;
how
〈◊〉
she
then
Claime
any
part
in
you
?
Ant.
Tis
a
strange
extreame●
Laz.
Vlcers
must
have
co
〈…〉
sives
to
eate
,
not
skinde
,
Extreames
must
have
extreames
to
coape
withall
.
It
will
not
yeeld
else
.
Ant.
I
like
it
,
and
allow
it
;
Tis
more
then
water
that
must
fight
with
wilde
fire
.
This
passage
shall
be
inst
〈…〉
ly
preparde
With
some
of
my
wearings
,
brought
as
neare
my selfe
As
art
can
make
,
this
Ring
to
strengthen
it
,
I
could
subtract
a
third
from
my
estate
To
heale
her
iniury
,
and
quite
blot
out
That
taints
mine
honour
,
being
voyc't
,
It
must
be
curde
;
pardon
heaven
and
Margaret
,
There
is
an
innate
falling
from
what's
good
,
Which
nothing
can
repaire
in's
but
our
bloud
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
quintus
.
Enter
King
Rodorique
and
Fiamentelli
.
Rod.
SOme
musique
.
Pia.
Musique
Sir
!
tis
all
untunde
,
Remember
your
proud
enemies
approach
,
And
your
unreadinesse
to
entertaine
um
.
Rod.
If
all
be
set
upon
a
carelesse
hazard
,
What
shall
care
doe
there
?
Pia.
Rouze
you
like
a
Lion
,
And
fright
this
heard
of
Foxes
,
Wolves
,
and
Beares
,
From
daring
to
come
neere
you
:
a
Kings
eye
.
Has
Magicall
charmes
in't
to
binde
treason
down
,
They
fight
like
theeves
for
spoile
,
you
for
your
owne
;
Rod.
O
Piamentelli
,
theres
within
my
bosome
,
An
army
of
Furies
mustred
,
worse
than
those
Which
follow
Iulianus
:
Conscience
beats
The
Drum
of
horror
up
.
Pia.
For
what
!
a
Meidenhead
!
Pray
be
your selfe
,
and
justifie
the
act
,
Stand
on
your
guard
,
and
royalize
the
fact
By
your
owne
dispensation
.
Rod.
Goe
call
our
friends
together
,
if
we
have
none
,
Hire
them
with
double
pay
,
our selfe
will
search
And
breake
those
dangerous
doores
which
have
so
long
Kept
Spaine
in
childish
ignorance
.
Fia.
O
good
my
Lord
,
Forbeare
,
there's
fatall
prophesies
forbid
you
.
Rod.
There's
fatall
fooleries
;
tell
me
of
prophesies
!
Shall
feare
affright
me
?
no
;
upon
my
life
Tis
hidden
treasure
kept
for
needfull
houres
,
And
now
tis
come
;
tis
gold
must
purchase
soldiers
;
Shall
I
not
seeke
it
then
?
alone
Ile
breake
Ope
those
forbidden
doores
,
goe
muster
men
.
Pia.
This
I
dread
more
then
all
our
enemies
,
If
good
proceed
from
this
,
no
Magick
Art
Shall
fright
me
.
Exit
.
Rod.
Or
good
,
or
bad
,
Ile
throw
the
dice
my selfe
,
And
take
the
chance
that
fals
;
thou
art
the
first
,
Thunder
Hell
wakens
,
yet
Ile
on
,
twenty
at
least
I
must
passe
through
before
I
breake
the
spell
,
If
this
doore
thither
lead
,
Ile
enter
hell
.
Exit
.
Thunder
and
Lightning
.
Enter
Roderique
againe
at
another
doore
.
Rod
So
now
I
me
entred
to
the
fatall
chamber
,
Shew
now
thy
full
effects
,
ha
?
what
sight's
this
?
Enter
Iulianus
,
Moore
,
Iaciuta
,
Antonio
,
Alonzo
,
one
presenting
Roderique
.
Rod.
Tis
holliday
in
hell
,
the
fiends
are
loose
,
I
have
enfranchiz'd
you
,
thank
me
Devils
;
Was
this
the
fatall
incantation
That
here
was
lockt
so
many
fearfull
ages
,
And
was't
decreed
for
me
to
dislocate
?
Fire
consume
you
geomantick
Devils
,
Where
borrowed
you
those
bodies
,
you
damn'd
theeves
?
In
your
owne
shapes
you
are
not
visible
,
Or
are
you
yet
but
fancies
imaginarie
?
What's
he
that
me
presents
?
I
have
not
sent
My
carcas
forth
,
I
am
not
sleeping
now
,
And
my
soule
straid
forth
,
I
am
my
reall
selfe
,
Must
I
be
captiv'd
by
a
traitor
so
?
Devill
thou
playest
me
false
;
undiadem'd
?
And
such
a
sooty
fiend
inherit
me
?
Iacinta
,
too
,
that
she-curse
,
must
she
have
part
?
Kneeling
to
them
,
here's
a
solemnity
In
the
Devils
name
;
goe
raigne
in
Sulphur
,
or
in
Some
frozen
Labyrinth
;
this
Kingdom's
mine
:
Thou
there
that
me
personat'st
,
draw
forth
thy
sword
,
And
brandish't
against
hell
,
Ile
shew
thee
how
?
Exeunt
Shew
.
What
Magick
bindes
me
?
what
furies
hold
mine
arme
.
Piamentelli
,
Avilla
,
none
succour
me
?
Enter
Piamentelli
.
Pia.
What
ayles
you
Sir
?
Rod.
My
foes
are
come
upon
me
.
Pia.
Comming
they
are
,
but
yet
a
league
distant
,
Sir
,
Rod.
Zounds
they
are
come
,
and
have
bin
here
with
me
.
Traiterous
Iulianus
,
and
his
ravisht
daughter
,
An
army
of
Moores
,
of
Turks
and
infidels
.
Pia.
Your
fancies
trouble
you
,
they
are
but
comming
,
Too
neere
in
that
,
make
up
to
your
souldiers
,
Full
twenty
thousand
now
will
follow
you
and
more
.
Rod.
The
Moore's
a
comming
,
&
the
devill
too
that
must
Succeed
me
in
my
last
monarchy
,
take
armes
and
fight
,
The
fiends
shall
know
they
have
not
plaid
me
right
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lothario
with
a
halter
.
Lo.
O
for
a
private
place
to
bee
hang'd
in
;
when
all
hope's
gone
,
welcome
despaire
;
which
way
soever
the
day
goes
,
I'me
sure
this
is
my
way
;
If
the
King
overcome
,
I
shall
be
hang'd
for
Iacintaes
escape
,
if
shee
rise
,
I
fall
in
recompence
of
her
wrongs
.
All
my
griefe
is
,
I
want
an
heire
to
have
my
purse
and
clothes
,
one
that
would
take
the
paines
for
me
,
an
honest
hangman
were
now
as
good
a
companion
as
I
woud
desire
to
meet
with
;
I
have
liv'd
a
Lord
,
and
I
woud
be
loath
to
dye
an
executioner
.
Enter
Clowne
.
Iaq.
Murder
is
come
to
light
;
Oh
sister
how
hast
thou
overthrowne
our
honorable
house
before
it
was
well
covered
;
oh
ambitious
sister
,
halfe
a
share
in
a
Lord
woud
not
content
thee
,
thou
woud
have
all
or
none
,
now
thou
hast
none
,
for
thou
hast
kild
thy
Lord
and
husband
.
Lo.
I
was
a
Lord
,
altho
a
bawdy
Lord
.
Iaq.
I
was
a
Lords
brother
,
altho
a
bawdy
Lords
brother
.
Lo.
O
Lechery
,
how
hast
thou
puft
mee
up
and
undone
me
.
Iaq.
O
Lechery
,
thou
hast
battend
me
a
while
,
and
then
spoild
me
.
Lo.
Ha
?
what
art
thou
?
Iaq.
Partly
honorable
,
partly
miserable
.
Lo.
Give
me
thy
hand
.
Iaq.
Give
me
thy
halter
then
.
Lo.
Art
thou
a
hangman
then
?
Iaq.
I
,
and
a
mad
one
,
but
now
I
droope
,
and
am
ready
to
drop
into
the
budget
.
Lo,
Looke
here's
worke
for
thee
,
here's
clothes
,
and
here's
mony
,
wout
thou
take
the
paines
to
hang
me
?
Iaq.
I
have
liv'd
a
Lords
brother
,
and
woud
be
loath
to
die
a
hangman
.
Lo.
Doe
not
desire
to
die
,
live
till
thou
diest
of
thine
owne
accord
.
Iaq.
Tis
my
desire
,
but
I
want
a
cord
of
mine
owne
,
prethee
lend
me
thine
.
Lo.
Let
me
perswade
thee
to
be
charitable
to
thy selfe
,
spare
thy selfe
,
and
hang
me
,
I
have
beene
a
Pander
,
knowst
thou
what
a
Pander
is
?
Iaq.
In
briefe
a
knave
;
more
at
large
thus
;
Hee's
a
thing
that
is
poore
,
He
waits
upon
a
whore
,
When
shee's
sick
,
hee's
sore
,
In
the
streets
he
goes
before
,
At
the
chamber
waits
at
doore
,
All
his
life
a
runs
o'th
score
,
This
I
know
,
and
know
no
more
.
Lo.
All
this
Ile
adde
to
it
,
He
weares
long
locke
,
And
villanous
socks
,
Many
nights
in
the
stocks
,
Endures
some
knocks
,
And
a
many
of
mocks
,
Eates
reversions
of
cocks
,
Yet
lies
in
the
flocks
,
Thrives
by
the
smocks
,
And
dies
with
the
pox
.
All
this
I
have
beene
,
and
now
desire
to
be
hang'd
for't
.
Iaq.
What
hast
thou
there
?
Lo.
A
hundred
marks
,
besides
leases
,
and
lands
which
I
have
wickedly
gotten
,
all
which
I
will
bestow
on
thee
,
if
thou
wilt
take
the
paines
to
hang
me
.
Iaq:
Hum
?
my
brother
is
dead
,
and
there
is
no
way
to
raise
our
house
agen
but
by
ready
money
or
credit
;
the
hangman
many
times
mounts
above
his
betters
;
well
I
will
hang
,
but
my
conscience
beares
me
witnesse
,
tis
not
for
any
good
will
I
beare
unto
thee
,
nor
for
any
wrong
that
I
know
thou
hast
committed
;
but
innocently
for
thy
lands
,
thy
leases
,
thy
clothes
,
and
thy
money
.
And
so
come
along
with
to
me
the
next
tree
,
where
thou
shalt
hang
till
thou
art
dead
,
and
stink
above
ground
.
Lo.
With
all
my
heart
,
my
guts
,
my
lights
,
my
liver
,
and
my
lungs
.
Alarum
,
Excursions
,
Enter
Rodorique
and
Piamentelli
.
Pia.
Fly
,
fly
my
Lord
.
Rod.
With
what
wings
?
Pia.
With
wings
of
speed
.
Your
foes
,
Sir
,
conquer
,
and
your
souldies
bleed
,
The
barbarous
Moore
is
titled
by
your
name
,
The
Spanish
King
;
therefore
your
safest
speed
Will
be
to
Biscany
,
there
you
may
finde
New
friends
,
new
safety
,
and
new
kingly
mindes
.
Rod.
There
is
no
friendship
where
there
is
no
power
,
I
must
crave
now
,
oh
poverty
most
poore
,
To
beg
of
them
receiv'd
mine
almes
,
before
.
I
have
defended
them
:
Pia.
They'le
you
releeve
.
Rod.
Ile
make
the
proofe
:
what
do
you
call
the
man
Whose
prowesse
in
that
rightfull
victory
Against
the
Moores
did
so
much
honor
win
?
Pia.
A
〈…〉
.
Rod.
He
was
,
and
is
,
and
may
be
,
but
not
long
?
This
poyson'd
Iuli
〈…〉
has
batterd
him
.
Thou
art
my
subject
still
Piamentelli
.
Pia.
Whilst
I
am
Piamentelli
.
Rod.
Wert
thou
gone
,
I
then
might
boast
,
I
were
a
King
alone
,
For
but
thy selfe
I
doe
not
know
one
subject
,
Then
subjects
all
,
since
you●●
not
let
me
die
,
Ile
seeke
a
weary
life
in
Biscany
.
Exeunt
Enter
Moore
and
Iacinta
.
Mo.
Thou
mutable
peece
of
nature
,
dost
thou
fly
me
?
Iac.
Th'ats
frightfull
to
me
.
Mo.
I
shall
be
more
frightfull
,
If
thou
repell
a
proferd
arme
of
love
,
There
will
rebound
a
hate
blacker
in
Art
Then
in
similitude
;
forget
me
not
,
Have
not
I
chac't
thy
wronger
from
his
ground
,
And
my
triumphant
selfe
thy
conqueror
?
I
am
thy
King
.
Iac.
Ile
feare
thee
then
?
Mo.
Not
love
me
!
Iac.
The
word
is
poison'd
in
thy
very
tongue
,
Love
thee
?
as
I
would
love
my
ravisher
.
Mo.
Thy
father
shall
repent
.
Iac.
He
must
,
and
will
,
That
ere
he
freed
a
captive
infidell
.
Mo.
Looke
for
a
vengeance
.
Exit
.
Iac.
Yes
,
some
barbarous
one
,
Tis
naturall
to
thee
,
base
African
,
Thine
in
side
a
blacker
then
thy
sooty
skin
.
Oh
Iulianus
,
what
hast
thou
done
?
thast
scap't
The
raging
Lion
,
to
wrastle
with
a
Dragon
,
He
would
have
slaine
with
a
majesticke
gripe
.
But
this
with
venome
;
better
had
bin
thy
fate
By
him
to
fall
,
then
thus
,
by
such
a
helhound
.
Enter
Moore
and
Soldiers
,
with
Iulianus
.
Mo.
Bring
forth
that
traytor
,
same
that
lustfull
whore
.
Iul.
What
wilt
thou
monster
?
Iac.
Any
thing
that's
monstrous
.
Mo.
Reward
a
traytor
.
Iul.
Traytor
?
Mo.
Be
thine
owne
iudge
,
What
art
thou
but
thy
Kings
,
and
Kingdomes
ruine
?
Was
it
thy
hopes
,
that
ever
I
should
trust
thee
?
Traytors
are
poyson'd
arrowes
drawne
toth'
head
.
Which
we
shoot
home
at
mischiefe
;
being
struck
dead
,
Then
let
the
arrow
be
consumed
in
fire
.
Hast
not
betrayd
thy
King
and
Country
basely
Iul.
For
thee
(
ingratefull
,
villanous
Moore
)
I
have
,
I
have
deserv'd
to
die
,
but
not
by
thee
,
And
I
beseech
thee
,
bloody
Tyrant
,
hasten
My
punishment
.
Mo.
That
boone
is
easily
g
〈…〉
.
Iul.
Tis
now
full
glory
to
thee
,
to
strike
h
〈…〉
Set
the
black
character
of
death
upon
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
Give
me
a
sentence
horrid
as
thy selfe
art
,
Speake
in
thy
barbarous
language
,
thy
last
doome
,
A
tyrants
Axe
sends
me
to
a
●●●st
home
.
Mo.
Pluck
out
his
eyes
,
and
her
exclaiming
tongue
,
She
shall
in
silent
sorrow
then
lead
him
,
Her
eyes
shall
be
his
starres
.
Iul.
O
spare
her
tyrant
.
By
her
offence
and
wrong
thou
hast
aspirde
,
Then
tread
not
on
her
vertues
,
〈◊〉
enough
That
I
doe
suffer
for
the
good
〈◊〉
I
did
To
set
thy
〈…〉
above
my
head
:
Oh
spare
my
child
.
Iac.
Entreat
for
me
?
forbeare
Sir
,
Either
be
you
dumbe
or
let
him
not
heare
,
I
shall
have
mentall
〈…〉
for
heaven
,
Fuller
effectuall
then
this
tongue
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
.
And
for
the
author
of
my
〈◊〉
and
〈◊〉
,
I
shall
have
〈…〉
.
〈…〉
.
Enter
Marg
〈…〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
of
〈◊〉
P
〈…〉
,
and
〈◊〉
.
Mar.
O
Iustice
,
Iustice
,
thou
that
filst
the
throne
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
Iustice
〈…〉
.
Give
me
thy
sharpest
〈◊〉
.
Mo.
Against
〈◊〉
Mar.
My selfe
the
〈…〉
〈◊〉
.
Mo.
〈…〉
.
Enter
A
〈…〉
w
〈…〉
ed
,
with
Dionisia
sin
.
Mar.
Yes
,
and
see
,
here's
〈◊〉
A
〈…〉
ghost
!
murdred
by
me
,
〈…〉
A
〈…〉
.
〈◊〉
and
〈…〉
.
To
kill
my
friend
,
(
my
〈…〉
friend
)
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
.
Thou
strangledst
L
〈…〉
Mar.
O
my
hard
〈◊〉
My
aim
,
was
full
at
thee
.
Aut.
End
thy
just
hate
,
For
I
am
parting
from
thee
;
see
those
two
That
wrong'd
thee
are
both
wounded
to
the
death
,
With
griefe
she
,
I
by
poyson
lose
my
breath
.
Dio.
Forgive
him
,
but
spare
not
me
.
Mar.
How
came
you
wounded
?
I
clap
my
hands
at
this
your
tragedy
,
My
birth
was
base
,
but
my
revenge
flew
high
.
Mo.
A
noble
girle
,
a
lusty
stout
Virago
.
Aut.
Iulianus
,
for
a
wrong
done
to
his
daughter
,
(
The
fatall
Engine
that
hath
beat
downe
Spaine
)
Revolted
from
his
King
,
and
set
that
Moore
up
,
Who
now
insults
,
being
but
a
captive
then
,
And
cause
in
honest
language
I
was
just
In
taxing
this
revolt
of
〈◊〉
,
He
bid
a
soldier
kill
me
,
who
re
〈…〉
ing
〈◊〉
,
He
himselfe
struck
me
;
life
was
〈◊〉
thus
long
,
But
for
the
clensing
of
my
conscience
:
I
feele
deathe
pangs
,
forgive
me
both
,
and
all
,
Let
my
soule
〈◊〉
,
〈◊〉
any body
full
With
honor
I
got
honor
,
〈◊〉
my
〈◊〉
thrives
,
Thus
fals
the
wretched
husband
of
two
wives
〈◊〉
.
Dio.
So
,
here's
〈◊〉
of
〈…〉
,
A
wholsome
example
to
all
successors
▪
Let
every
wise
man
take
heed
of
two
〈◊〉
,
Tis
●●o
〈…〉
of
the
〈◊〉
My selfe
should
break
one
of
〈…〉
hearts
.
What
should
I
call
thee
,
widow
,
shall
wee
marry
one
another
now
.
And
beget
Chimeraes
,
I
doe
not
thinke
That
ever
any
one
husband
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
On
us
both
〈…〉
Mar.
Dost
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
〈…〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
thing
Which
should
supply
the
place
of
〈◊〉
in
〈◊〉
,
Merely
phantasticall
▪
are
thy
〈◊〉
Such
featherd
follies
,
idle
giggloto
〈…〉
▪
Are
these
the
rites
due
to
a
funerall
?
Dio.
Why
?
hast
never
seene
the
sun-shine
of
a
rainy
day
?
Who
does
beleeve
a
widows
teares
to
be
her
hearts
sorrow
?
Are
they
not
then
better
spa'rd
then
derided
?
Let
me
see
then
what
thou
dar'st
do
with
wet
eyes
,
That
I
dare
not
answere
with
a
smiling
cheeke
?
Mar.
What
thou
dar'st
not
second
I
dare
doe
.
Dio.
Begin
,
Ile
pledge
thee
.
Mar.
Thou
dar'st
not
.
Dio.
Try
me
.
Mar.
Thus
then
I
come
to
thee
A
〈…〉
;
Stabs
herselfe
.
Thou
didst
forsake
me
living
,
being
〈◊〉
I
will
enjoy
thy
monumentall
bed
.
Kisses
him
.
Dio.
I
,
hast
thou
that
resolution
?
Me thinkes
a
woman
(
〈◊〉
I
am
)
should
not
out
do
me
,
I
must
dye
one
day
,
and
as
good
this
day
as
another
,
Whereabouts
is
my
heart
,
I
thinke
all
over
my
body
,
I
am
all
heart
,
and
therefore
cannot
misse
,
Some
creatures
dye
singing
,
why
not
I
merrily
,
Make
me
roome
A
〈…〉
and
〈◊〉
,
Weele
all
tumble
in
one
bed
together
,
Ile
lie
as
close
as
shee
on
thy
left
side
,
And
have
as
many
kisses
too
,
that's
my
bargaine
;
My
sinnes
are
all
upon
thy
conscience
,
But
I
forgive
thee
,
and
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
the
Clarke
to't
,
My
soule
will
have
〈◊〉
passage
,
my
body
I
bequeath
To
thee
Antonio
,
I
am
your
wife
,
And
will
come
to
bed
to
you
,
thus
I
make
unready
,
Thus
I
lie
downe
,
thus
kisse
,
and
this
embrace
Ile
ever
keepe
,
I
am
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
with
play
,
I
needs
must
sleepe
for
ever
.
Moritur
.
Mo.
Excellent
pastime
Enter
I
〈…〉
a
leading
I
〈…〉
.
Iul.
Tis
night
with
me
for
ever
,
where's
this
tyrant
?
Turne
me
but
to
him
,
and
from
these
darkned
eyes
I
shall
discover
his
Cymerian
face
,
For
tho
all
is
darke
,
yet
still
that's
visible
,
And
nothing
else
to
me
;
see
ran
here
vil
〈…〉
,
Looke
what
a
bloody
pageant
thou
hast
made
;
I
borrow
eyes
to
guide
me
of
my
child
,
And
her
Ile
lend
a
tongue
to
curse
thee
with
.
Mo.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Iul.
Thou
laughest
at
misery
.
Tis
well
,
thou
giuest
a
gr●●e
〈◊〉
my
for
〈…〉
,
Yet
wherefore
shouldst
thou
glory
in't
?
this
worke
Is
none
of
thine
,
tis
heavens
mercifull
iustice
,
For
thou
art
but
the
〈◊〉
,
The
master
〈◊〉
,
and
th●se
〈◊〉
That
did
these
bloody
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
upon't
,
Thy
second
slaves
,
and
yet
I
more
deserve
,
I
was
a
traytor
to
my
lawfull
King
,
And
tho
my
w
〈…〉
〈…〉
cked
on
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
,
I
had
no
warrant
signed
for
my
revenge
,
Tis
the
peoples
sinnes
that
makes
tyrants
Kings
,
And
such
was
●●ne
for
thee
,
now
I
obey
,
But
my
affliction
teaches
〈◊〉
too
〈◊〉
On
bloody
〈…〉
ger
,
〈◊〉
up
my
〈◊〉
.
Mo.
〈…〉
Nor
give
thee
living
in
captivity
,
Thy
body
shall
enjoy
the
generall
prison
.
But
thy
soule
set
〈◊〉
.
Iul.
Thou
art
good
in
th●●
,
and
noble
.
Mo.
Nay
it
shall
nobler
be
in
the
performance
,
Give
him
weapons
,
thou
art
a
soldier
,
And
shalt
end
so
;
Ile
be
thy
opposite
,
With
ods
of
eyes
,
but
not
of
armes
,
I
vow
,
If
thy
darke
ayme
hit
in
my
face
,
Ile
stand
,
And
die
with
thee
,
if
not
,
fall
by
my
hand
.
Iul.
Thoul't
hurt
my
penitence
,
for
I
shall
blesse
All
the
ill
deeds
〈◊〉
I
have
done
for
thee
,
In
this
so
noble
end
,
Mo.
B●
pr
〈…〉
then
.
Iul.
One
thing
more
of
〈◊〉
,
be
a
prophet
to
me
first
,
For
thou
know'st
what
shall
become
of
my
poore
Iacinta
,
What
end
to
her
〈◊〉
.
Mo.
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
end
thou
〈◊〉
know
it
.
Iul.
O
〈…〉
it
noble
be
,
and
honourable
;
Her
life
has
had
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
strokes
of
〈◊〉
;
Oh
let
her
end
be
sp
〈…〉
g.
Mo.
〈◊〉
shall
be
noble
too
.
Iul.
I
〈◊〉
for
her
that
has
no
tongue
to
beg
,
And
what
〈…〉
my
saint
yeelding
breath
,
Shall
all
be
spent
in
blessings
over
thee
:
Farewell
Iacinta
,
take
my
latest
blessing
,
I
know
thy
soule
returnes
a
thanks
to
me
,
Make
haste
to
overtake
me
,
if
thou
beest
stayd
,
Thinke
of
Cleopatra
and
Brutus
wife
,
There's
many
wayes
to
end
a
weary
life
.
Mo.
Come
Sir
,
I
stand
before
you
.
Iul.
Thur
I
come
,
Thy
death
Ile
venter
,
but
receive
mine
owne
,
So
,
I
have
my
doome
,
and
I
have
hit
too
.
Mo.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
Iul.
Laughest
then
〈◊〉
any
〈…〉
ed
then
.
Mo.
O
bloody
homicide
,
thou
hast
slaine
thy
daughter
.
Iul.
False
villaine
,
hast
thou
then
so
mockt
my
woes
,
To
make
me
fatall
butcher
of
my
child
?
W●●
she
the
target
to
defend
thy
body
?
Forgive
me
my
Iacinta
,
'twas
in
me
An
innocent
act
of
blood
,
but
tyranny
In
that
black
monster
:
'tis
not
much
ill
,
Better
my
hand
then
a
worse
arme
should
spill
Thy
guiltlesse
life
;
what
art
thou
going
yet
?
Thy
warme
blood
cooles
,
my
sunne
begins
to
set
,
Nature
shrinkes
backward
to
her
former
formes
,
Our
soules
climbe
stars
,
whilst
these
descend
to
wormes
.
See
tyrant
,
from
thy
further
strokes
we
fly
,
Heaven
do
thy
will
,
I
will
not
cursing
die
.
〈◊〉
.
Mo.
So
,
now
we
live
beholding
unto
none
Vpon
this
stayre
we
do
ascend
our
throne
,
Give
us
our
title
.
O
〈…〉
.
Long
live
Mulli
〈…〉
King
of
Spaine
.
Mo.
Your
silence
it
confirmes
,
take
hence
their
bodies
,
Give
them
to
Christians
,
and
let
them
bestow
What
ceremonious
funerals
they
please
.
We
must
pursue
the
flying
R
〈…〉
.
All
must
be
ours
,
weele
have
no
Kingdome
sharer
,
Let
Chroniclers
write
,
here
we
begin
our
raigne
,
The
first
of
Moores
that
ere
was
King
of
Spaine
.