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 The opportunitie a comedy, as it was presented by Her Majesties servants, at the private house in Drury Lane / written by Iames Shirley. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. Molina, Tirso de, 1571?-1648. [75] p. Printed for Andrew Crooke, and are to be sold at the Castle gate in Dublin, In Dublin : 1640. 1634

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THE OPPORTVNITIE

A COMEDY ,

As it was presented by her Majesties Servants , at the private House in Drury Lane .

Written by IAMES SHIRLEY .

Printed for Andrew Crooke , and are to be sold at the Castle Gate in Dublin . 1640 .

TO MY TRVLY NOBLE , And my ever honored Friend , Captaine Richard Owen . SIR ,

THis Poeme , at my returne with you , from another Kingdome ( wherein I enjoyd , as your imployments would permit , the happinesse of your knowledge , and conversation ) emergent from the Presse , and prepar'd to seeke entertainment abroad , I tooke boldnesse thus farre to direct to your name and acceptance ; promised by my confidence in your love to Poesie , wherein your cleare judgement and excellent abilities would at first have made mee lesse adventurous . Be pleasd till time mature a worthy satisfaction to your favours , to smile upon this tender of my gratitude , and while your services call you hence to enlarge your honour , by making your faith and valour more exemplary against a rebellious enemy , let me preserve a peace at home , in the contemplation of your friendship , and be happy to professe my selfe

Your humble Servant and Honoror , IA. SHIRLEY .
The Actors Names . Aurelio . Pisauro . Pimponio . Lucio . Pietro . Julio . Mercutio . Dutchesse and Ladies . Ferrara . Vrsini . Cornelia . Melinda . Laura . Borgia . Ascanio a Boy . Asca . Grutty .
THE OPPORTVNITIE .
Act 1.
Scene 1. Enter Aurelio , Pisauro , and Pimponio . Aur. EXpect me an howre hence , my friend and I Will walke and see the Citie , make it your Care to get Supper ready . Pim. If I doe not I know who 's like to fare the worse . Au. And be not Drunke Sirra at our returne . Pim. Yes I doe use To be drunke before you often . Exit . Au. About your businesse : And how dost like the towne , and situation . Pis. Trouble me not to answer such dull questions , I see nere a handsome girle yet , not a peece Of a bonaroba ; and the Dutchesse hold But the complexion of those we ha seene , I wonot be corrupted with the pallace To be her bed-fellow . Au. You 'l change opinion ; Perhaps we ha seene none but the rubbish , yet There may be beauties signior will tempt Your most fastidious appetite , I feare I shall have much adoe to stave thee from 'em , Pis. To quit that feare le ts leave the Citie instantly ; The meale wonot disgest women , I eate in t . Not stave me from em ? We are for the warres ; This towne will turne my blood , I wonot give A Iulio for my courage in twelve houres , Vnlesse they tie their women up . Au. Thou hast , A minde to shew thou canst be satyre , patience But till to morrow and wee 'l hence . Enter Lucio . Luc. Sir , let my heart present your welcome home , Y 'ave beene too long a stranger , I am happy To imbrace you agen . Au.

Me , meaning me , d ee know me ?

Luc. I hope you are not jealous of my friendship , I thought our familiaritie before The sad misfortune came that made you banish Your selfe from Urbin had possest you throughly , How firme I dare be to you . Pis.

Doe you know him ?

Au. Dost thou know him ? I nere saw his eyes before To my best memory , are you not mistaken . Lu. Perhaps in your affection which no art Hath ever made me guiltie to deserve , I never did betray my friend to make you Affect these clouds , but be it so . Au. There is But one halfe hower added to our ages Since first we saw the Citie . Lu. In good time . I will be bold to acquaint some bawd else In whom you have more faith . Exit . Au.

What Riddle 's this .

Pis. Is not the Gentleman o' th to sides on s wits ? What did he call you . Au. Nay I know not , he Said we had beene familiar , in his dreame sure , For waking I nere saw him . Pis.

You should have ask'd his name .

Au. To what purpose prithee . Enter Pietro . Why does that Gentleman stare upon us so . Pie. Are you return'd , this is confidence You may repent . Au.

Save you signior .

Pie.

And you too .

Pis.

d ee meane both one ?

Pie.

One has some neede , yo 're welcome Signior to Urbin .

Au.

Thanke you , what 's your name I pray .

Pie. If you ha forgot mine , I remember Borgia . A friend of yours , desires but to renew Acquaintance we 'e . Au.

What friend .

Pie.

You will heare more .

Pis. Iigges , shall I after him and knocke Him o're the pate . Au.

For what .

Pis. For looking on 's So scurvily . Au. That may be dangerous , Did he not name Borgia . Pis. But whether He meant himselfe or you I understand not . Au. He might as well ha cald me Bethlem Gabor ; Le ts walke on still . Enter Julio . Iu. Ha Borgia , t is he , my noble friend returnd , Welcome , a thousand welcomes in thy bosome ; Why doe you weare this strangenesse in your face , Can a few yeares render me lost to Borgia . Au.

Sure he does call me Borgia .

Iu. Thou wert Vnkinde in thy departure , with what devotion Could I have beene a partner in thy travell And have unequall fortune , being absent Why was not I summond to wait upon thee In any part o' th world , but againe welcome , When arriv'd yee . Au. I am very likesome body , They all mistake me thus , we ha seene no friends since . Iu.

Is this Gentleman .

Au.

One deare in my acquaintance .

Iu. I am your servant , thy unexpected sight Will glad Mercutios heart , your noble father Who hath long mourn'd your absence . Pis. Good old man , He will rejoyce to see him here no doubt on 't . Au.

Remember my fathers name .

Iu. You have lost an Vncle , but all his estate Your Father is possest of . Au.

Dead !

Iu. His age Was fit for heaven , his wealth is added to Your fathers to make yours the greater fortuue . Pis.

Take it upon you .

Au. Pardon noble friend , I was perswaded time and absence had Wrought such a change upon my face , that no man Would know me agen , but tho I may to some Appeare a stranger , I must stand discover'd To a friends penetrating eye , agen Possest your faithfull servant , what 's my name . Iu.

Deare Borgia .

Pis.

Borgia I must remember you .

Iu.

Shall I waite on you to your father Sir .

Au.

What were I best to doe .

Iu. Your sisters growne a gallant gentlewoman , The onely beautie of Urbin , and waits on The Dutchesse , her soft lips will seale your welcome . Pis.

A handsome gentlewoman , goe .

Au.

He does but jeast , they are all witches here .

Pis. No more Ieeres . Go or be lame for ever . Au. Is she growne Worthy that houre you expresse , and has The Dutchesse taken her to grace . Iu. T is more then whisper'd , The favorite loves her . Au.

Who .

Iu. He that was cause Of your remove Ursini . Au. Cry you mercy , I know him well enough ; but does he love her ? Iu.

T is rumord so i th court .

Pis. You will be tripping , Your owne heeles up . Au.

I hope my sister 's honest .

Iu.

Who Cornelia .

Au.

Remember that name too .

Pis. Let me alone To remember her , Cornelia for more Securitie , I le put her in my table booke . Iu. There is no Lady in the preserves A clearer fame , as modest as shee s faire , And so ingenious . Pis. I would excuse Her modestie , but she may be converted In time ; tho sturdy Oake we know , and so forth Enter Mercutio , Lucio Au.

You speake a welcome Character .

Iu. Your father It seemes his willing eare hath catchd the newes Of your arive . Pis.

Kneele downe .

Au. See if he first knows me , T is a wise father now knowes his owne child . Mer. My dearest Borgia , comfort of my age . My joy of soule , a fathers prayers and blessing Make thee a happy man , my eyes must speake Part of my joy in teares , welcome from Naples . Au. Your pardon Sir That thus I steale upon you , I wod hope My sister — Pi.

Cornelia .

Au.

Cornelia is in health .

Mer.

And will be a glad soule to imbrace her brother

Au.

Your pardon Sir that I seem'd strange to you .

Iu.

'T is recompence now that you please to owne me .

Mer. Iulio an honest gentleman , and one That loves us Borgia . Au. I heare my Vncle Has left us — Pi. A good estate , ther 's the lesse cause To mourne for him . Au. We must all tread that path , Here is a friend of mine to whose trust and favour I have beene much engag'd . Mer. Sir what I want In language , I le supply with other welcome , Please you to honour my poore wife . Pis : The service Of my unworthy life is yours , command it , I wod you had another handsome daughter . Mer. I presume you were presented a glad object To Lucio , your affections grew from children . Au.

To Lucio we carry but one heart .

Pis.

Doe not forget his name now .

Mer. But my sonne We dwell to long thus publique , let us perfect Enter Pietro . Our ceremony at home , Pietro One of the favorits creatures . Pis. T is the Dutchesse , Command Mercutio you waite upon her Presently at Court , and bring young Borgia Along wee to expect her graces pleasure . Exit . Mer.

We must obey .

Au.

What makes your countenance change Sir .

Mer.

My feares poore Borgia for thee .

Au.

For me .

Pis.

Howe 's that ? his feares ?

Mer. While my ag'd armes are in , A loving contention to imbrace thee , I wish thee from hence this ground betrayd thee , Embarke agen , the Seas have usd thee kindly , Trust them agen , or any land but this : This will undoe us both , the joy of seeing thee Made me forget thy danger . Au. Danger Sir , What have I done , to call these feares upon you ? Pis.

Take heede , be wise , I know not what to thinke on 't

Mer. What hast done saist , nothing to dishonour thee , Thou kildst him fairely . Pis. Kild I thinke ; you were best Be Aurelio agen , and leave your sister But I le fish out the circumstance , walke melancholy . Au.

Prithee doe .

Pis. Although your sonne has pleasd To call me friend , I finde he has reservd Something he wod not credit to my bosome ; I have observ'd his trouble , but unwilling By moving questions to renew his sufferings : If my particular knowledge of his fate May be no prejudice , tho it be without My verge to serve him , I can willingly Share in their griefe that love him . Mer. You speake nobly , T was his misfortune Sir provok'd to kill A Gentleman , brother to Vrsini , who Was favorite to the Duke deceasd , and now Grac'd by the Dutchesse , by whose power he may Command him dead , these summons I suspect ; But take my counsell Borgia , and deceive His expectation of revenge , once more He bids thee flie ; would slay thee in his heart , Let me runne their displeasure . Au. Not for me Sir , I am resolv'd , 't is better dye at home , Then wast my life an exile , I le to Court we'e . Pis.

Y' are not mad .

Au. Thou art a foole , cannot I cast Borgias skin off when I please , I must See my faire sister at a minuts warning , Thou art evidence for me ; father I waite you , My sisters there you say , doe not doubt me ; At worst , I le have a tricke to keepe my head on : Come friend and Gentlemen . Iu.

We attend .

Exit . Enter Dutchesse , Ursini , Cornelia , Melinda , Laura . Du. You have prevail'd Vrsini : yet we thought Of all men living you would least have beene A sutor for his pardon , but t is sign'd He owes you for his life . Vrs. Your mercy rather , I have consider'd madam I did lose A brother , whose repaire I shall not finde Now in anothers blood , the Gentleman Hath suffer'd , though not what the Lawes determine , Many yeares pennance , so severe , perhaps That he is come by offering himselfe now A sacrifice to your justice , to prevent A death more killing , still to live a stranger To his owne friends and countrey . Du. If your charitie Extend so farre , the rest we have dispenc'd with , He is return'd for certaine ? he is either Wearie of life , or master of a confidence That might have beene his ruine . Vrs. This will make Your art of mercy shine the brighter Madam . Du. It will , but let me aske you good my Lord , Does this proceede out of a cleare forgivenesse : Time I allow may qualifie the thought Of our revenge , and something else of pittie May so take off the roughnesse of our soule That we may have a noble charitie To our enemy , but has your end no mixture Of something else , that may advance a hope To satisfie desire some other way ? No turne to profit or delight ? be plaine ; For I must know your brest . Vrs. You shall see through me , I dare not weare a thought lesse than transparent , I love his sister Madam , faire Cornelia With those intents become me , in that flame I sacrifice all thoughts that wound her brother And wish no happier satisfaction , And by that charme of her consent to love My brother is redevivd in Borgia . Dut. Y' are briefe , yet plaine ; how point Cornelias Affections . Vrs. I have wooed her but in complement , And tho there may be sonnes to admit My services , I finde she is all obedience To her father , whom the apprehension Of his sonnes fortune may have indisposd To a present reconcilement . Dut. This one act Will make him kinde , and forme him to your wishes . Vrs. If they might have the happinesse to be Propounded by your highnesse to Mercutio , I prophesie successe , pardon great Madam , If after all your princely favors I Begge this with many blushes , love is grac'd By dwelling on your breath . Dut. Ursini since The Duke dyed you have found no losse in out Esteeme , to his ashes I have paid that dutie To grace whom he affected , and be confident We shall not deny this , is he not come yet ? Urs.

He will attend your grace — who waite .

Enter Pietro . Pis. Signior Mercutio Expects your graces pleasure , with him his sonne Borgia Cor.

My brother .

Dut. Tho we pardon him We must put on a brow of some displeasure And chide his fault , he may be encourag'd else To a second insolence . Urs. Gently I beseech you , There may be a punishment within your eye To kill him , and so make the benefit Is meant him , of no vertue , or to himselfe , Or my designe . Dut. How is the name of gentleman Dishonor'd by such desperate undertakings ; That more then guiltie of humane blood , doe kill Even Charity . Enter Mercutio , Borgia , Pisauro . Urs.

Th' are admitted .

Dut. Is that he ? We sent for you Mercutio to tell you How much you owe to good Ursinis love , At whose earnest solicite we have sign'd Young Borgias pardon , if you examine well ; You will have cause to place him in the first Ranke of your friends . Mer. Shall I beleeve my eyes , My understanding ? how is Mercutio blest ? Looke boy the pardon , heaven reward thy charities ; My Lord for saving one , command the lives Of all our family , thou soule of honour ; Looke Borgia . Pis. What de' e meane Kneele to the Dutchesse and acknowledge . Bor.

What .

Pis.

A pardon for your life .

Bor. I am lost here Pisauro , an excellent creature . Pis. You 'l spoile all , Shee 's yet your sister , I doe like her too ; Kneele for your pardon , and you may choose your gallowes In time , wood I were hanged on no worse peece Of timber , how nimbly would I climbe the Ladder , Ha you no sense ? humble your knees to thanke Her highnesse and that gentleman . Du. Why does That fellow kneele Ursini . Urs. 'T is Signior Borgia , His heart is full of thankes . Du. I looke not for em , What doe I feele ? command him rise . Urs. Deare Madam . Looke calme upon him . Pis.

Shee 'l reverse the pardon .

Cor.

Are you my brother Sir ?

Bo.

As sure as you are my sister ; do you doubt me ?

Cor. How now Cornelia , pray excuse me brother , My joy to see you safe doth halfe transport me . Du.

Mercutio .

Pis. I am converted now , And doe beleeve there are some hansome women ; Young Gentleman , not too much , too much at once , Remember y' are her brother , he is taken . Mer. Your grace is pleasd to enlarge my happinesse ; My daughter is much honor'd , but I must Beseech your Lordship to allow we may In such a cause as this , enquire her judgement , And since by 'th bounty of your highnesse , I Have a sonne now , whose joy may be concernd in 't ; I would not willingly conclude her marriage Without his voyce too . Urs. I am confident To incline his favour , since she has declar'd Herselfe no enemy . Du.

Cornelia .

Urs.

Sir I have a suite to you .

Bo. You have deserv'd My life , which ought to waste it selfe in service . Urs. I am an honorer of your faire sister , It rests in you to perfect my ambition . And make her mine . Bo.

How do you meane my Lord .

Pis. Now hee 's put too t , she is Ursinis mistresse . As he is Borgia , he can have no Pretence to oppose him , if he discover And be Aurelio agen , he destroyes all Hope for himselfe , for I perceive hee 's taken with her , I know by the motion of his nose , which pants Like the Bellowes of an Organ . Urs. Sir your fathers Voyce speakes in yours , you now command my destinie If you will make me happy . Bo. Noble Sir , I am sorry where such infinite merits plead I have no power to serve your noble wishes , And keepe the honour of a gentleman . Urs. Your family I take it can receive No staine by my alliance . Bo.

'T were a blessing .

Pis.

How will he come off ?

Bo. Mistake not I beseech you , I have already engaged my selfe to a Gentleman Of a noble house in Millan , one Aurelio Andreozzi . Pis.

That 's himselfe .

Bo. Who on the fight of Her picture which I gave him , courted me To wooe the substance for him , promising To follow me in person , being one To whom I had many obligations In the Millan Court , I paund the credit Of a gentleman , to assist his faire desires , If in few dayes he come to Urbin ; but I am confident his young affections Which had no other life but what a dead Representation could infuse , will soone Vanish agen , and leave me to be serviceable In what you will command me , and be sure I will not racke your patience to much length ; If in few dayes he appeare not , I will thinke My promise disobliged , and direct all My abilities to make your wishes prosper : It will become my gratitude . Urs.

You speake nobly .

Bo. The pleasures of the Court will so abate His thoughts this way , that I presume your Lordship Will soone be master of that amorous province You ayme at , and much honour your poore servant . Urs.

Let this confirme , I am yours .

Pis. So so , this was indifferently well carried , I was jealous Of a more lame come off . Urs. Adde this one To your other princely favours Madam , and Admit this gentleman to kisse your hand . Dut. Without much suite my heart would have conveyd That to my lip , a very handsome gentleman . Cor. What sayd the Dutchesse ? doe not her eyes fix Upon my brother ? how now Cornelia , I am his sister ; yet I had No acquaintance with this turbulent passions When I last saw him . Mer. What does her highnesse meane , She speakes to Ursini , but her eye directs Some language this way , Borgia dost observe ? Bo. And wonder , but I see nothing in her eyes To be afraid of . Pis. If the Dutchesse should be in love with him Here were a purchase , I doe verily Beleeve here will be an end of all our warres , If he have but the grace to march upon This service and charge home : smiles , smiles upon him ; Well Aurelio Andreozzi , t is very possible You may meete with your match if he mount her , I le bring a Ladder to his sisters fort And then the town 's our owne , she calls him to her . Mer.

Cornelia , canst thou interpret this ?

Cor. Her grace is very pleasant , good good heart Bē patient . Pis. She plaies with him , good , better , I , is your spirit up my nimble Dutchesse ? Would I had the conjuring of it downe , Vrsini Lookes like a whelpe had lost his taile alreadie . Urs.

I was jealous she would chide and frowne upon him , praid her be gentle , and looke calme , I st come To this ?

Du. Vrsini , I have thought how to supply That place of Secretary that is vacant , see That Borgia be sworne , we apprehend His fitnesse . Vrs.

Madam .

Du. I hope this will please you Vrsini , we can grace whom you present ; He is more gentleman than to forget How for your sake we honor him ; I shall Betray too much of women , Borgia Attend us ; come Cornelia , Vrsini , Mercutio , make the Court not so much stranger . Exeunt . Bo.

I le follow : what dost thinke of this Pisauro .

Pis. I thinke the Dutćhesse loves thee , and make use on 't , Lose no applications , that 't her Secretary , A degree to more inward indeerements , If she doe love thee , and — Bo.

What prethee ?

Pis. Shee knowes best What appetite she has , let mē counsell thee , Be not modest , we are made . Bor.

What ?

Pis. Thy father a Count , thou a Duke , Vrsini A Coxcombe , I a fine gentleman , and one That would be glad of the worst of your New female acquaintances . Bo.

There are no faces here .

Pis. Be not you a Tyrant , I le doe pennance In a white sheete with thy sister for 't . Exeunt .
Actus Secundus . Enter Pimponio . Pim.

NO Signior Aurelio come yet ? No master to be heard on , he is a fine Gentleman to use his Squire o' this fashion ; where should he be , hee commanded me not to bee drunke , he is drunke ; and drunke and dead drunke , hee would have had the grace to reele home to his lodging before this time of night else : let me see , what if the flesh have led him a to side ? He is falne into some brake , some wench has tyed him by the legges , and nothing else can excuse him to me ; yet now I thinke on 't , he does forget Pimponio , he was not wont to be his owne purveyor , my art for the choice of his Pullin , has beene allow'd if he doe get and so forth an excuse for Physicke , and come home founderd , the disease was none of my choosing , it came not through my office ; stay , what if my Signior be dead ? umph ? dead ? my heart misgives , they may be kild , my master has the spirit of fighting in him , and his companion is the Divell at it , an aglet hole or two in their hearts , and in a strange place , my Signiors , are never mist , t is so , if he bee dead — bring forth the Port-Mantue .

Enter Ascanio , a Boy . Ase.

Sir ?

Pim.

Bring forth my Port-mantue my deminitive knave , and tell thy father I would speake with him , he is dead , he would not have trusted me so long with his mony else , now will I make my selfe his heire , defie the world and Aurelios Ghost ; but first of all I must outface mine hoast , so let me examine ; very good lynings , bagge and baggage , you are mine owne ,

Enter Asca.

Thy father call him hither .

As.

He is comming Sir , t is very late .

Pim.

Never too late to tell money , fetch me a brace of gennets I will mount em , a Covey of Curtisans ; stay Pimponio , be not mad before thy time , who shall I say I am ? a Prince at least , I have it ;

Enter Grutty .

Here comes mine Host .

Gr.

What would this fellow have , no newes of your master ?

Pim.

Speake that word no more on thy allegiance , here goe to bed and rise with a cleane shirt .

Gr.

This is gold , what does the fellow meane ?

Pim.

No fellowes neither , t is time to shew my selfe , where is thy boy ?

As.

Here Signior .

Pim.

Kneele downe and aske me blessing .

As.

This does looke a blessing , shall I aske another ?

Pim.

Aske any thing but what I am .

As.

You are —

Pim.

Stay there , 't is dangerous to pronounce me yet , I will be still disguisd , my men are absent .

As.

Your men .

Pim.

Thou art wise , thine eare , I am a Prince .

Gr.

How Signior .

Pim.

The reason of my shape thou shat know hereafter , thus Iove has beene disguisd .

As.

Is not your name Pimponio ?

Pim. It was my pleasure they should call me so , I have not found 'em trustie ; How fares the Dutchesse ? As.

What doe I heare ?

Pim.

This boy shall waite on me , I le have yee all .

Gr.

Whether ?

Pim.

What Countrey shall I choose ? to be a Prince of Italy is too well knowne , Spaine stands convenient , and far enough , where I have beene too , I le have you all to Spaine .

As.

What to doe Signior ?

Pim.

For your preferments , when thou hast got a chapman for this tub thou liv'st in , let me know 't .

Gr.

Boy this a Spanish Prince .

As.

A Prince of Oranges , he a Spanish Prince ?

Pim.

They wonnot travell thither to disprove me , to tell the truth , I suspect my two Groomes have betrayd me ; I come hither to be a suitor to your Dutchesse .

As.

In these cloathes ?

Pim.

You doe not know my plot , these Gentlemen my servants should cunningly have prefer'd mee to be the Dutchesse Foole .

Gr.

Her Foole ? t is very likely .

Pim. But for a time , there 's mystery in that By this meanes I resolv'd to try her nature And disposition ere I married her , For I can have at this present foure Kings daughters , the eldest of 'em is but seven yeares old , which shewes the parents dote upon me , and wod make sure of me betimes . Gr.

I doe beleeve your grace .

Pim.

Grace , umph , thou must be advanc'd , let me see , what office , oh , thou shalt have a place at my returne in the Gallies , dost heare , a yerking preferment .

As.

And what shall I bee ?

Pim.

Thou shalt be — a Picaro , in your language a Page , my chiefe Picaro ; by degrees you may send for all your generation , I will see them mounted .

Enter Pisauro . Pis.

Where 's Pimponio .

Pim.

A pox Pimpe you , they are alive agen , now am I a dead man .

Pis.

There is a certaine moveable ecclip'd a Port-mantue .

Pim.

Wod your tongue had beene clip'd .

Pis.

Wherein there are some golden friends of ours .

Pim.

All your friends are well .

Pis.

Let me see their complexions , where are they ? looke for the Signior your master a moneth hence ?

As.

His master , de' e observe ?

Pim.

Does hee not carry it hansomely , hee knowes not I have discovered my selfe to you .

As.

With your pardon Sir , is not this Signior a Prince disguisd ?

Pis.

A Prince of Puppets , who Pimponio ?

As. And you one of his servants , to whom with Your other fellow cal'd Signior Aurelio , His person stands discover'd , he came hither To court our Dutchesse , he has promisd us At his returne to Spaine to make us Grandees . Pis. Has he betrayd himselfe , nay then my dutie If please your excellence . Pim.

Away , away .

Pis. A Prince cannot be hid tho under mountaines , But my deere Prince , the bagges must goe with me While you keepe state i th Inne . Pim.

Who shall maintaine .

Pis. If I did thinke thou wouldst carry it hansomly — Well , I le excuse thee to thy master , here When thou hast domineerd away this bagge Thou maist heare more ; keepe thine owne counsell , and Thy master shannot owne thee , if thou hast Any fagary , drinke , and indulge thy Genius ; I le see thee agen before thy raigne be out , No words but be a prince , and scorne to know us And so I take leave of your excellence . Pim. I shannot know my selfe , am not I a Prince Indeed , that have beene long conceald ? this is a bagge And full of golden friends , umph , however I will Spend it like an Emperour , these are not robes Fit for a Prince I take it , Grutti , boy I entertaine you both my Groome and Page , and Say unto you , Snakes goe cast your coates , Here 's earnest for new skins , when things are ripe We will to Court . Gr.

What thinkes your grace of going to bed

Pim. I am too sober , let the whole house be drunke first , 't will please us well to see the servants gamboll , we purpose To be drunke our selves in state too : Let me have fiftie strumpets . Gr.

Fiftie trumpets .

Pim.

Strumpets I say , they 'l make the greater noise .

As.

Your grace will be a Hercules .

Pim.

I will , and thou shalt be Captaine of the Pigmies under me , this roome 's too narrow , beate downe the walls on both sides , advance your lights and call the Country in , if there be a Taylor amongst 'em he shall first take measure of my highnesse , for I must not longer walke in Quirpo .

Both .

We attend your excellence .

Exeunt . Enter Julio and Lucio , Lu.

I 'me lost i' th wonder Iulio .

Iu. A strange turne From that could temper we imagin'd In her Highnesse . Lu.

I have heard of charmes and philters .

Iu. If travell have these glorious effects I le abroad too . Lu.

He has a hansome person .

Iu.

And discourses grant it .

Lu.

Is master of a noble soule .

Iu. Soule , nay let that alone , Ladies doe not looke After the soule so much , the body will serve their Turne , so it be nimble , and at their devotion , If you observe , he is grac'd by all the Ladies As if he were their generall minion , I doe not like his sisters eyes upon him , They whirle too much and seem'd to shoot an envie Vpon the Dutchesse favors . Lu. I am confident Thou hast no murmer in thy thoughts against him . Iu. I but expresse my wonder , In that I thinke the whole Court had a share : He knowes I love him , t will become his feare How to secure Ursini . Lu: He preferd him First to her highnesse . Iu. Not with expectation To be supplanted , I make question If the humor hold , whether shee may not marry him , That 's a round higher then her favorite : Had hope to climbe . Lu. Although I honour Borgia And wish him heartily advanc'd , I wod not Kneele to him , my voyce is for Ferrara He is a Prince , I wod not for my state This shod breake off his treatie . Iu. Thy Embassador To his master , he is scarce minded . Lu. Come she cannot , Fall so low , the passion is too violent Enter Ursini , and Ferrara . To last — who are these ? Iu. The Embassadour and Ursini , what 's the matter ? I feare some discontent . Urs. My Lord let me Prevaile so farre , I hope you imagine I Am firme to you , I have more cause to be Impatient , my whole strength at Court 's concernd , But have more noble thoughts then to suspect You can be slighted , thinke t is but a dreame In justice to your cause , and royall master Put on no face of discontent , returne And see how things will close Fer. 'T is an affront Bove satisfaction , but the disgrace Reflects beyond my person . Urs. Had she studied Honours to his ambition , it had Not wrong'd her prudence , to have shewne you more Respect . Fer. But I was not considerable ; The young Gentleman had taken up her eyes , Her tongue , her feete , her understanding too , I might have witherd in my seate , no beame , No discourse this way , but that once she was pleasd To aske me how I lik'd the gallants dancing , I le not disturbe her revels . Urs. Yet my Lord Have so much fortitude , 't will be a meanes If you returne , to make her finde her errour To your person , were she not my Princesse I should professe my selfe asham'd , out come Let me beseech you to goe backe , leave not The presence so , for your owne honour Sir Observe a little more , I hope you shannot Repent my counsell . Fer. I wod ye wod excuse me , I shall but vex my eyes . Urs.

Expect a change .

Fer.

You have power with me my Lord .

Urs.

You honour me .

Exit . Ju. What will become o this , what thinke you now ? They doe resent it , and for ought I heare Have little hope to mend it . Lu. Can she be In love so soone , well Borgia , if this Hold , I le applaud thy fate . Iu. For after this Allowance , hee 'l be Duke of Urbin tomorrow , Give thee joy bully , let me see if he Turne Prince , t is best for us turne beggers . Lu.

Beggers ?

Iu. Court beggers , Hee 'l deny us nothing , Now for some witty knave to finde out suits , I must keepe some in pension for that purpose , They are profitable vermine , Enter Pisauro . His companion . Pis. Save you Gentlemen , what de' e meane ? Why stand yee bare ? Lu. In being Borgias friend It will become us . Iu. He knowes no title yet , But chiefe secretary to her highnesse , what honours Are in her brest laid ▪ up for him , we know not He has a mounting fate , and in his we Pronounce you happy . Pis. We shall all be Princes In time ; but Gentlemen le ts be more familiar We thinke so well of things , does he preserve The Dutchesse smile , or does she use to make At some time o' the Moone sport with her subjects . Iu. You are wide all the heaven Sir , had you come A little sooner you had heard discourse . Enter Borgia . To cleare your doubt , hee 's here himselfe . Bo. Pisauro , What will become on 's , t is as thou saist ? Pis.

What prethee ?

Bo.

The Dutchesse is mad .

Pis.

How !

Bor. Why she is certainly in love , shat in and see How I am us'd , and yet I now come forth To recover breath , I ha danc'd my selfe to a jellie , The Ladies ha no mercy ; but the Dutchesse Pis.

What prethee .

Bo. Is as I told thee mad , I prethee counsell me Altho her grace be pleasd to shew me favors 'T were boldnesse to beleeve , and thanke her . Pis. How ? I hope thou art not mad . Bo. I know not whether The fit will last , I may hold some proportion With Cornelia , my suppos'd sister , she Poore wretch does cast such speaking eyes upon me As she were Iealous of the Dutchesse too , And wrings me by the hand when I dance with her . Enter Pietro . Pie.

The Dutchesse Sir calls for you .

Bo. I attend ; What were I best to doe ? Pis. Dost make a question Lose not the fortune that 's presented in The Dutchesse love , thy starres ordaind thee for her ; I le make a shift with Cornelia , looke high And prosper , when th' art a Duke , I say no more Bo. What shall 's doe with Pimponio ? that foole May betray all . Pis. He is a Prince before you I ha made him sure , and swolne him into a pride , He shall not know you , but of that hereafter , Away and please the Dutchesse . Enter Dutchesse , Ladies , Ferrara , Ursini . Bo.

Your our graces pardon ?

Du.

'T is late , good night my Lord Embassador .

Exit . Fer. 'T is well I am bid goodnight , yet all my hopes Vanish in mists , what thinke you now cosin ? Urs. I know not what to thinke , let me waite on you To your lodgings . Fer.

They joyne toth ' Court .

Urs.

'T is the lesse service .

Fer. To morrow morning if I may be honor'd With your presence , I will impart a secret to you , And be happy in your Counsell . Urs. I obey Any commands . Fer.

For this time give me pardon , goodnight my Lord .

Ex. Urs. A happy night to your Lordship , After so many yeares spent in the Court , I am to learne the tricke on 't , these are actions Gainst my first rules , I am ignorant ▪ Of this new Court philosophy , what should The Dutchesse meane , so prodigall of her graces To one she scarce remembers , with such open Neglect to th' Dukes ' Embassador ? I was carefull She wod not use him kindely enough , wert not Affection to his sister , lyes up my Revenge , I de drop it on his heart , but I Must worke with art , and by a Counter magicke Dissolve his spell , or forme him to my purpose . Enter Laura and Melanda . You have beene waiting on the Dutchesse Ladies ? Lau.

She dismis'd us .

Urs. With what circumstance ? Is she still pleasant ? Mel. Strangely altered Since young Borgia tooke his leave and melancholly : Well , I suspect — Vrs.

What Madam ?

Mel. Shee le scarse sleepe To night , for dreaming o th' Gentleman . Vrs.

He is gone then ?

Lau. Yes , we saw his departure my Lord , He kist us both , but we put forward first , He is the hansomst Gentleman ; d ee thinke He weares his owne haire ? Mil. I was about To aske him once , but thought he was modest And wod ha blushd , I wod I had his picture . Urs. His substance Madam , but take heede , the Datchesse Must have no rivall , how d ee affect his talke ? Lau. That was not my part to observe , we did divide Our Provences , each Lady tooke a member To examine , when we have conferd our notes I le tell yee what the body of Ladies thinke on him . Mel.

Nay wee 'l take him a peeces e're we ha done .

Urs. And who shall set him together agen ? my Ladies I waite on you . Lau.

Your Lordship will too much honour us .

Urs.

'T is the way to my owne lodging .

Mel. If it were not the way my Lord , your Lordship Could not be destitute of a lodging at Court . Urs.

Your Charitie would releeve me , use my service .

Exit . Enter Ferrara and Pietro with a light . Fer. There is no such affliction to the soule As that which should preserve it , love , a passion That with consent betrayes our understanding , And leaves man but a heape of flame and ruins ; I was safe till I had seene her , busie fame Tooke but possession of my eare , my owne Rashnesse and vanitie engagd my person To see what was commended , and I suffer for 't , Leave me . Pie.

T is darke my Lord .

Fer. Thou ly'st , t is light And by these fires I see too much , away , I shall soone reach my lodgings , night and I Shall agree well together , if my stay Be long , remember that you left me under The pallace windowes , leave to be officious And obey me — till this night she gave me faire Exit . Respect , and seem'd to allow the loving treatie , I was dull not to uncloud me all this while The knowledge of my person had engagd her Beside my act of love , and so much confidence Past all retreate , and yet she is a woman , Whose nature is unsteady as the waves , Vpon which foolish man runnes desperate To me a ruine . Enter Borgia . Bor. Fortune thou smilst too much , I shall suspect Thy giddinesse , take eyes to thee and see To what a flattering height thou hast exalted A credulous man . Fer. What voice is that , it had A sound of melancholy , darkenesse secure me . Bor. But why make I ridiculous application To fortune ? love is onely active here ; The tyrant love , more blinde then chance , I am Full of distraction , there 's a labyrinth Within , and more I tread , the more I am lost Betwixt the Dutchesse and Cornelia My soule divids , I must not be a foole , And for the fable of amorous love Leave state that courts me with a glorious title , And yet Cornelia is fury , and lookes Withall the charmes of love upon her brow , What will she doe when she beleeves I am No brother ? Fer. T is the new ague Borgia That shakes the court , how confidently he talkes To himselfe , a light strikes from the Dutchesse window And mucsike ; I le observe , the gallant may Have some appointment . Song . Cornelia above . Bo. Alas poore love-sicke Lady , what if I Attempted farther , the excuse will fall More easie on a stranger , Lady , hist . Cor.

Whoe 's that ?

Bo. One that does wish the happinesse To see your face , you have blest my eares already . Cor.

What are you ?

Bo. My name 's Borgia , if you be A faire one of the court , time is not old Since I was a guest there . Cor. 'T is he , I le not lose This opportunitie , Sir your boldnesse Speakes you a stranger , and in part excuses You are alone . Bo.

I am .

Cor. I expect not Vpon so small acquaintance you should know My voyce agen , I am the Dutchesse Sir . Bo. Your graces humble creature , may I hope You 'l pardon this attempt . Cor. Vpon condition You will forget the freedome of our nature And not grow insolent upon our favours , We were late pleas'd to shew you , 't was not love But mirth , we meant our court the wantonnesse Of reveling nights , which we upon retirements Know how to checke and punnish too in men , That dare licentiously apply to our Dishonour : if your service in that place Of secretary we have nam'd you for Be diligent and faithfull , we repent not That choise , but on your life feede no ambition Higher , it will be a degree next treason To us , and the honour of Ferrara's Duke , With whom because you are our secretary We let you know our thoughts are fixt to marry , Fer. What blessing hath my eare tooke in ? she is Resolv'd to my desires . Cor. Are you gone Sit ? Sleepe wisely if you can , we shall expect Your attendance in the morning , but no thought On forfeit of your life beyond what 's dutie . Fer. I have enough to morrow I resolve To be my selfe , and with a state becomming Ferraras Duke , challenge this happinesse , Forgive deare Princesse I suspected thee . Exit . Enter Dutchesse above . Cor.

The Dutchesse shee 'l spoyle all .

Dut. I heard your voyce more loud then usuall , Whom spake you to ? Cor.

Heer 's no body and please your grace .

Dut. You hold some dialogue at the window then , I le know . Cor.

My brother Borgia Madam .

Dut.

Borgia , leave us .

Cor.

I hope hee 's gone .

Bo. I must confesse you are my Princesse Madam , To whose least command I owe my blood and fortune . Dut.

He speaks to me , how does he know I am here ?

Bo. And doe not thinke I can be lost so much In dutie to interpret there was any thing In me , that could deserve more then your pastime ; And let me fall and dye beneath your anger , When I transgresse so farre , as to forget My humble fate which onely can be blest With my obedience to you , I had not One sawcie application of your favours , My heart shall bleed to death ere it shall finde One thought of so much impudence . Dut. Howe 's this ? Since Cornelia has usurped my name And frighted him , what should make her officious He is her brother , I must heare no more Of this — you are mistaken all this while , I am Cornelia your sister . Bo.

Is the Dutchesse gone ?

Dut.

You well distinguish voyces , yet shee 's gone .

Bo. My joy of soule , deerest Cornelia . T is she that I must trust to . Du. I' st e'en so ? Deare brother , leaving all your studied complements I doe not like your dilatory reasons To Ursini , I may heare you as a brother , But must not trouble you to choose my husband ; It is the Dutchesse pleasure , I should marry Ursini , an advancement more then I Can hope , from your election of a stranger And set your heart at rest , how ere I seem'd Inclining , destinie is not more fixt , Then the affection I owe Ursini , Him I resolve to marry , and before The next daies light is wasted . Bo. I am undone A ' both sides , heare me yet but speake . Dut.

What would you say brother ?

Bo.

I am not thy brother .

Dut.

How , not Borgia .

Bo. Not Borgia , the whole towne 's mistaken My name is Aurelio Andreozzi , I was borne in Millan , with my friend design'd To see some service in the German warres ; At the first sight I must confesse I lov'd thee : To enjoy thy conversation more freely , I was content to seeme what men would call me Dut.

You tell me wonders .

Bo. I can give thee proofe , But to no purpose now , and tell thee too Enough to make thee thinke I may be worthy , But since 't is so , I am glad you ha' discover'd Your resolution so soone , good night te' e , I le make no noyse to morrow , when I take My journey . Dut. Stay , he must not be fo lost , This is a strange discovery , if you can Bring testimony that you are not Borgia , You shall not Sir repent your comming hither , Nor yet despaire of any noble wayes That may reward your good opinion , T is late ; a lovers dreame charme all your senses , And waking finde your wishes , if you please Vntill I aske a further satisfaction , Be still conceal'd . Exit . Bo. There may be hope , although My first love I confesse reflect on this , The Dutchesse yet , had not beene much amisse , Exit .
Actus Tertius . Enter Grutti and Ascanio . Gr.

VVHy , I shall hardly take thee for my owne naturall child .

As.

Let me alone with my son , if I do not fit him , let me never finde the way into my owne breeches agen , I would be loath to die in a wrong case and bee mistaken in another world ; is the musicke ready , and the wine father ? can the fellowes doe their dance hansomely , in stead of a maske to entertaine his highnesse , I am sorry my legges are out of tune , I have a great minde to be capering .

Gr.

My owne wit , my owne naturall wit to a haire .

As.

Not too much haire of your owne , and wit together , father , t is not the fashion : de' heare , whatsoever I say , be you drunk time enough to justifie it , the bills shall be discharged without scrupulous examination , sowse in wine and give him Sea roome , if his head leake we will pumpe his breeches , he shall not sinke with all his ballast I warrant him .

Gr.

A witty cracke , and my owne boy still .

As.

Your owne boy ? take heed what you say , lest you bee driven to justifie it , you have no minde to wake my mother from her grave , t is enough I aske you blessing , I doe long to be metamorphosd , and pursue his princely humor out of breath — Musicke , t is well , his grace is upon entrance .

Gr.

Dispatch boy .

As.

I know my cue to enter .

Exit . Enter Pimponio , like a Spanish Don , and Servants . Pim.

And how , and how doe things become ? We were in clouds but now .

Gr.

Your highnesse is broken out .

Pim.

Broken out , where ?

Gr.

Out of the clouds and please you .

Pim. There is no infidell among you then , You all beleeve I am a Prince , de' e heare , At all adventures let it goe no further , There are no traytors I hope amongst yee ▪ Gr.

Traytors , we will cut off any mans necke that dares but thinke so .

Pim.

Doe and I will justifie it , hang necks among friends , although I am pleasd to reveale the majestie of my person to you , it is not fit every one should know so much , you are strangers , and therefore I dare trust you , but the Dutchesse must not heare on 't upon your lives ; she and I must be better acquainted when I see my time ; I le tell you , the toy may take me i' th head to looke like a foole agen , it may , greatnesse is given to humors , and giddinesse will runne in a blood , if it doe , doe not know me .

Gr.

For what ?

Pim.

For any other then I seeme .

Gr.

Not a foole .

Pim.

Thou art an asse , a Prince may play the foole within his owne dominions , or any other ; provided they bee of his owne allies and confederates : I know where I am , but we are not merry reach me a chaire and a bottle of wine , every one take his charge .

Gr.

Will not your highnesse have the dance first ?

Pim.

They will dance the better when they are three quarters drunke .

1. Ser.

We do not observe men of your nation to be so joviall .

Pim.

Not subjects I grant you that , but we Sound a health . have priviledge musique , and give fire at once — so , but me thinkes it were necessary there were some difference in our drinkings ; all are not Princes , reach me a bigger bottle , Sound a health . I will preserve my state , this is a Princely draught — We drinke alone . so — Why have we not a Concubine ?

2. Ser.

Brave Prince , with what a majestie he drinkes .

Pim.

Now let em friske the dance you have prepard , I am ready to accept it .

Gr. And it shall please your grace , The dance which ended . There is a high German desires to speak with you . Enter Grut. 1. Ser.

The high German that was at Court , hee 's a man of mightie parts and knowne to all the Princes in Christendome , what comes he for ?

Gr.

I feare you are betrayd Sir , and that the Dutchesse has sent for you .

Pim.

For me , I wonnot come yet .

2. Ser.

Doe not affront him Sir , for your owne sake , this high German has beaten all the Fencers in Europe .

Pim.

Let him beate all the world , what 's that to me ? shall he make a prize of me ?

Gr.

But if he come Embassador from the Dutchesse .

Pim. That 's another matter , give me the tother bottle — Now let all the Cantons of Swisse come . Enter Ascanio in Swizzers habit . Which is the high German ? let me see him . Gr.

That Sir .

Pim.

Hee 's one of the lowest high Germans that e're I lookd upon .

As.

I kisse thy highnesse hand .

Pim.

And we embrace this lownesse : de' e heare Sir , are you a high German ?

As.

I was so at the beginning of the warres , what wee are beaten to you may discerne .

Pim.

Are you beaten to that ? you 'l be a very little nation and the warres continue .

As. I have a message to deliver you , The faire Dutchesse of Urbin , whom I waite on , Hearing a person of your blood and qualitie So meanely lodg'd , by me desires you would Accept an entertainement in her Court . Pim.

We give the Dutchesse thankes , how knew shee I was here ?

As. It was impossible You should stay undiscover'd many howers . Princes have strange intelligence , and you may As soone tie up the Sunne beames in a net As keepe your selfe unknowne ; for my owne part I am honord in the embassie , and shall Be proud to write my selfe your pensioner As I am to all the royall blood in Christendome . Pim.

O Pensioner , t is the least honour we intend thee , I am a naturall Prince as sure as I live ; here weare this gold , there 's more to drinke our health , wee are pleasd no man be sober at our returne , as he will answer it , you may be all my subjects : if I marry the Dutchesse I le hang you all .

Ors.

How ?

Pim.

In chaines of preferment , drinke I say , and drinke to purpose , what will become of me now ? stay , a word with you high German , what will the Dutchesse doe with me doe you thinke ?

As. 'T were sinne to say shee 'l honour you , for you Are above all addition but her love ; Your wit , your blood , your person , doe not lose The opportunitie , yet I prophesie You will be affronted . Pim.

No matter , I ha beene affronted a hundred times , but by whom ?

As. Questionlesse by some great ones , And perhaps beaten . Pim. I have beene beaten too upon good occasion , And will agen to save my honour ; beaten ? I can take the strappado , beside in this part I am insensible , a kicke is cast away . As. If you be valiant and indure , it will Engage her love the more , but I know Your breeding will afford you impudence To overcome their envies , and secure This Dukedome to your selfe , goe on boldly , My counsell shall attend . Pim. I will goe on , and feare no beating , well I cannot knight thee , yet prove but a witch I le make thee one of my privy counsellors . Exit . Enter Mercutio , Iulio , and Lucio . Mer.

No more , my dutie will not let me heare it .

Lu.

How not your dutie Sir ?

Ju.

You are not angry ?

Mer.

You are his friends , I should not else be pleas'd .

Lu. We have said nothing to afflict you thus , We did expect this wod ha' made you merry . Iu. A sonnes preferment was not wont to be Such discord to a father , a loving father , For so we tooke your constitution . Lu.

Preferment ? t is too poore a word .

Mer.

You were best tell me too he may be Duke .

Iu.

He is i' th rode , I know not how hee 'l misse it .

Mer. This is three quarters treason , tho I love My sonne , I must not cherish this ambition . Iu. But it will be more then three quarters treason If you presume to checke the Dutchesse pleasure , And murmur thus if she resolve to marry , And make your sonne a Duke , you 'l not turne rebell . Mer. Defend allegiance , Gentlemen mistake not Altho I love my sonne , I le not be guiltie Of any thought to crosse her , but I should Be sorry he should cast away himselfe . Iu.

How de' e meane ?

Mer. As men doe use when they Doe hange or drowne themselves . Lu. Have you sence And talke thus wildly . The riddles you have told me . Mer.

Yes and understand

Lu. Doe you count Your sonne lost by the Dutchesse loving him ? Mer. Goe finde your wits agen , and use 'em better , Can you be so rediculous to thinke , So wise , so modest , so religious A Lady can forget her state and honour To place affection on my sonne . Ju. There have beene Presidents to make it seeme no wonder . Mer. She had better taine his head off , there had ended My cares , the boy t' runne madde , and what can follow Thinke yee ? goe to , I le to her highnesse presently . Iu.

What to doe ?

Mer. To pray her leave him to a naturall death , And choose some other to undoe with pride Of her large favours ; gentlemen examine But your selves , could either of you two promise To keepe your wits , if such a grace were offerd To you ? would it not tempt you to be mad , To thinke of being a Duke ? speake honestly , I' st fit indeed you should be lesse than mad ? There be some men i th' world ha' lost their senses When they but chewd the Cud of a bare Lordship , I ha' knowne a knighthood has turn'd some mens wits , The very noyse o' th spurres ; then doe not blame me If I desire my sonne sober and sensible , And now I thinke on 't I le first seeke him out . Exit . Enter Laura and Melinda . Lu. I thinke the old mans mad indeed , Deare Madam Laura , Lau.

Sweet Sir I cannot stay .

Lu.

Then I can walke and waite on you .

Exit . Iu. You have the same haste too , Thou art a peece of the Dutchesse Cabinet , I must heare some newes . Me.

Alas the Court is barren .

Iu. I know a tricke to make thee fruitfull yet , Nay I can mend my pace Lady an you put me too t . Exit . Enter Cornelia , and Pisauro . Cor. Good Sir the reason why you wonder at me Above all other women , what in me Appeares so full of prodigie . Pis. I le tell you , Y' are young and hansome . Cor. Should I grant I were , This were no miracle . Pis. Withall this youth and hansomnesse y' are a maid And live at Court too , this I hope 's not ordinary . Cor.

What wonder will your fancy create next .

Pis.

Y' are sound too , or your phisnomy deceives me .

Cor. The priviledge of my brothers friend must not Engage me to a mockery . Pis. I was About to say y' are patient too , I see Something wud make you angry , but returne To your first temper , and I 'le soone acquaint you With all my purpose Lady , to all these Commendations , which meet not in all women , You have birth and fortune , and the favour of The Dutchesse . Cor. All these carry no such wonder If I have understanding . Pis. No , no , you Are all the wonder Madam that with these Advantages a your side to draw up mens Affections , yet as you despaire to have A Husband to the discredit of your sex , Who article at twelve to be dissemblers ; You are in love . Cor.

In love , is that a sinne ?

Pis. Nay , nay , you court a Gentleman with eyes That are not lawfull . Cor.

How Sir , be not rude .

Pis.

I can say more .

Cor.

Is it your mirth or madnesse .

Pis. No , no , you are mad , worse , I le prove it , You dote upon your brother , come t is impious , Purge , purge betime , your blood is foule , I me plaine There 's some on t in your face now that would blush I see through your hearts , a little more Had spoild him quite , he had forgot all lawes Of nature and religion , and beene fond To both your shames ; a brother , and a sister Tempt one another , good heaven where is conscience And modestie become ? preserve your selfe You have yet a good name , keepe it and drinke Julips , You 'l finde the benefit in your veines . Cor. You have Beene very bould upon my constitution . Pis. I know it better then your Doctor , Come Doe not deny it , I make no proclamation ; What i' st to me more then my Christian care You should not hurt your soules , he is my friend Betray him not , t is no good sisters part I can assure you , if you be not dull Or blinde with giddy passion , you may see Another starre shoot influence on him ; Be wise and envie not the Dutchesse favours , Your vessell may be rigg'd , and trim'd , and lanch'd Into a calmer Sea , and returne fraught With lawfull prise hereafter , I ha stirrd her , But must not be too hasty . Cor. I shall shew My selfe too full of guilt . Pis. You are troubled at it , A signe of grace ; how ere you thinke of me Now in the heate of Counsell I 'me your friend , You 'l finde it so , I kisse your hand , farewell . De' e heare ? but two words more , if you doe finde As being acquainted best with your owne body , No disposition to hold out longer , I ha' that will cure you , and I le justify 't Before the colledge — Take me , De' e marke , that does it , I kisse your hand , Agen farewell , and have a conscience , I le tell you more next time , this way may worke . Exit . Cor. This Gentlemans discourse though somewhat wild And without method shakes me , I am lost If I obey , I know not what within me Too Prompts me to a love so irreligious ; He is my brother , holy thoughts possesse me , And when a furious passion seekes to invade My will , destroy it heaven — hee 's here I dare Enter Dutchesse and Borgia . Not stay to tempt my frailtie , let them move With joy , I am not in my spheare of love . Exit . Dut. But tell me signior , nay we are pleas'd You should be free , upon what confidence Knowing your guilt , and danger to reward it Durst you returne to Urbin . Bo. I was more fortunate Then I have reason for , and yet my country And friends were pretious madam , nor could life In such a wildernesse abroad , where none Durst owne me , be a benifit ; there was A blessing in my fate to meete your mercy That gave me boldnesse . Dut. Cunningly dissembled , You met no Lady then in all your travell , I meane none whom you cald mistresse , with Her loving magicke to lay charmes upon you And forc'd your stay . Bo. None Madam , I was not Worth any Ladies thought , none were so lost To their owne Iudgements to imagine me More then a walking shaddow , or if any Had cherish'd better thought of me a stranger , They quickly found , they had not plac'd it right , On so much barrennesse which left their charity To pay it selfe . Dut. You doe not promise such A hard and horrid composition , But love may finde a shift to enter more Then skinne deepe in your bosome , but perhaps You left your heart at home , and could not then Dispence with new ingagements , it was so , And for her sake you willingly forgot Your danger to returne , nay be not troubled , Confession will not injure you , I like You should preferre the beauties of your country . Bo. It Cannot be thought flattery , if I Acknowledge with the narrowest observation My eyes could take , no place hath beene more fruitfull In beautie then your owne , and it doth hold Proportion with your excellence , all should Be faire and imitate your first example . Dut. I see you can be when you lift a Courtier , But this confirmes your love is planted here ; And since we are falne by accident upon This subject , wee 'l pursui 't a little further ; Come I must know your Mistris , doe not doubt I shall disturbe the progresse of your loves . Bor. What answer shall I frame , things are not ripe Yet for discovery , so please your highnesse You would be modest , and excuse , be wiser And apprehend my meaning to advance Your wishes , t is within my power to effect As much as your ambition can ayme at : Who is it if her heart be stubborne , we Can make it soft ; if great above your fortune , We can raise you to her equality , Or bring her downe to your levell , since we ha' promist In hope not to repent : either declare The mistresse of your thoughts , and finde them prosper , We are not us'd to expresse such bounteous language , But be the proudest , greatest in our Dutchy , Without all limitation , she shall carry No birth or state here , to despise the service You fairely meane her : if we faile in this , We will not thinke our strength worth the preserving Bo.

If I have any wit .

Enter Cornelio . Cor.

Madam the Duke .

Dut.

What Duke ?

Cor. The Duke of Ferrara with a glorious traine Is come to Court , and as the loud voyce is Given out by himselfe , to claime you for his wife , For which he has your promise . Dut. How our promise ? Can Princes be so insolent , beshrew His haste , but we shall lose much of our honour To give no ceremony to his person ? How e're our thoughts point , we will entertaine him And dresse our face in smiles . Cor. His lookes renew My sufferings , I have not power to manage My wilde affection , my heart will not Be denied but by a secret destinie . Runnes to imbrace him — Brother . Dut. Ha , Cornelia I hope you are not courting Borgia , He is your brother , know your place within Our traine . Exit . Bo. Shee 's jealous , jealous , starres I thanke you , T is cleare as light shee does affect me now : Did she not put me too 't , to name my mistris , Yet in a shaddow pointed at her selfe ? Be she the proudest , greatest in our Dutchy Without all limitation , I mark'd that And had my sense — if great above your fortune We can raise you to her equalitie : Fine moralls , poore Cornelia loves me too , But I must give her no encouragement : Her grace is much the better woman — ha , Loud Musicke . A passage over the Stage , Duke , Dutchesse , Ursini , Iulio , Lucio , Pietro , Ladies . She appeard discontent when first Cornelia Brought her the newes , yet they march lovingly Together , but that ceremony must Be allow'd at Court , where shift of face and tongue Are wisely to be practiz'd — my good Lord . Enter Ursini and Pietro . Urs. Your servant Borgia . T is her graces pleasure every gentleman That has relation to the Duke , taste all The bounties of her Court . Bo.

How 's this ?

Urs. None dare To affront a Groome on forfeit of his place , Let all the offices of entertainment Be free and open . Pie. I shall signifie These her commands . Urs. And they that of her owne Court are ambitious to expresse their duties Let it appeare in keeping this day solemne To wine and mirth , that every brow may speake A joy and welcome to the Duke . Pie.

I shall .

Exit . Bo. Here 's like to be a triumph , with your Lordships Pardon ; was that the Duke of Ferrara Urs. Yes of Urbin shortly , when their marriage Is perfect , every subjects heart prayes for it , And sent their acclamations to heaven To see her highnesse lovingly salute him , Hee 's a brave Prince . Bo. A good round gentleman , He did not flie hither ; I heard talke of an Embassadour . Urs. A cloud for his owne person Till his affaires came to maturitie . He stood conceal'd toth ' Dutchesse , but last night He gain'd her princely word to marry him , And is this morning bright in his owne glories . Bo.

Last night .

Urs. I le build more faith upon his honour Fast as a contract . Bo. To what painted Paradise Would she ha' led me ? wood I had my sister now . Urs. With this joy I had forgot my owne , Borgia ; Brother Let not the sound be unwelcome , t is the Dutchesses Pleasure to honour her unworthy creature Ursini , by appointment of our marriage To Waite on hers . Bo.

What marriage ?

Urs. With your sister , I le not suspect your love , since faire Cornelia Is not displeasd to be directed by Her highnesse , and be confident my love Shall make the memory of it welcome to you ; You will excuse me if I take my leave , These houres are full of businesse , and I have Many commands upon me . Exit . Bo. In good time , I am in a good state agen , I was an asse To thinke the Dutchesse meant me any thing But mockery , she told me so before To make more sport , I ha' lost my sister too , Shee s for Ursinis carving , I could curse My selfe to Millan , but t is not impossible I may retrive Cornelia , by giving her A timely satisfaction , I am not Her brother Borgia : Ther 's all the hope is left , I shall be loath To hunt two hares , and after lose them both . Exit .
Actus Quartus . Enter Mercutio and Borgia at severall dores . Mer.

SOnne y' are well met .

Bo.

Your pleasure Sir .

Mer. No great pleasure , I am almost hoarse with Enquiring for you , I must aske you a question , First let me examine your countenance . Bo.

Your meaning Sir ?

Mer. I have no skill in Metaposcopie , De' e know me ? Bo. I am not discover'd sure , What crotchet 's this ? Mer. Hee 's proud , he wonnot know me : 'T is so , hee 's lost , he is undone , nay , nay , It will become me to stand bare to you Sir , And teach my hammes the officious cringe ; be cover'd . Bo. I know not how to interpret Sir your language ; Yet I would hope you mocke me not , altho It was the Dutchesse pleasure to create Mirth from this barren heape , and counterfeit Favors to try my duty , joyne not you With others to enlarge my scorne , I am not So tame of soule , but I have sense of all Their Ieeres . Mer.

Their Ieeres ? whom doe you point upon ?

Bo. I dare not name the Dutchesse ; I am all Obedience to her person , yet she might Have plac'd her giddy humor somewhere else It swells not me with expectation , I was not made for state . Mer. Doe not you then Thinke to be Duke . Bo. Should any but your selfe Name such a title to me , I should answer His question with a frowne , and something else To waite upon 't , tho I engag'd my life To a fresh danger , but I am instructed By nature and religion to be calme At what you say . Mer. On this condition I le give thee leave to beate me , 't was my feare Thou hadst an easie faith , and wert transported Indeede out of thy wits , but since I see Thou art not madde , I will commend a wife to thee Bor. To me , I thanke you Sir , not yet , I shall be madde indeed then , I will marry None but my sister , take my word . Mer.

Thy sister ?

Bo. I cannot raile upon the Dutchesse safely ; A wife , my mother 's dead . Mer.

thou d'st not have her ?

Bo. I thinke you wod not have her out of heaven . T' were little Charrity , and the whole sex Were in a dead sleepe wer 't not finne to wake 'em ; A wife , I le seeke my sister . Mer. Stay and take My keyes , this opens to my gould , goe home And take out ten bagges . Bo.

What to doe Sir ?

Mer. To spend 'em , all 's thine owne , leave something for Cornelia , because perhaps shee 'l marry , And I am satisfied , a prudent boy , How am I bound to heaven that hee 's not proud , Nor taken in the subtle toyles of women ? Hee 'l never marry , how shall I consume My estate ? Dost heare , a little portion Will serve Vrsini with thy sister . Bo. Must He marry her ? Mer. I let him , we shall please The Dutchesse too , and when she is disposd The rest is ours to revell with . Bo.

I le thinke on t .

Exit . Enter Iulio and Lucio . Mer.

Did you not meet my sonne ?

Iu.

Yes somewhat melancholy .

Mer. You are deceiv'd , hee 's cholericke , and let Me advise you gentlemen , although I know He loves you , doe not mocke him , hee 's no foole ; No bladder to be swolne with breath of praise And Ladies Iigges , he is sensible he is , And will not be the hatefull stocke of pastime To Groomes and Pages . Lu.

What doe you meane my Lord ?

Mer.

Call him not Duke , I counsell you .

Iu.

We doe not .

Mer.

Nor do'e not thinke it possible it may be

Lu. Have patience , and we doe not , we have alter'd Our opinions , and are cleare of your side now . Iu. As the wheeles move we doe thinke nothing lesse , Your sonne shall not be Duke , there is no feare on 't Whilst Ferrara lives . Mer.

He shall not .

Iu.

So we say , sleepe quietly .

Mer. He shall not , very peremptory , You are no Oracles , would I were Dutchesse For halfe an houre , he shud be Duke , de' e heare now ; No matter who repented : I thought you Had beene his friend , he shannot be a Duke ? How ere I thought on 't , it becomes not you To circumscribe his fortune , he can number Descents of noble blood , and had his breeding ; Has none of the worst faces , heads , nor hearts , How ere you value him and discharge your boults At randome thus , he shannot . Lu.

Heare us Sir .

Mer.

He shall not be a Duke .

Exit . Lu.

Did not I say he was mad ?

Iu. That was dissembled , He has cause now to see a turne i' th streame , And Ferrara onely hopefull with the Dutchesse , Enter Pisauro and Ascanio . What thing is that ? Pis.

Is he so confident ?

As. He will lay about like a Prince , de' e thinke We may present him safely ? if you say The word I le winde him up to an Emperour . Pis. Keep thy shape boy , we wonnot lose the sport , And happily I will acquaint these gentlemen . As. If I Should be whipt heartily for my conceit , The little high German wud not take it kindly , It may be the court largesse ; but no matter , I have some gold and dare venter the last At any time for coyne of this complexion . Lu.

Are you in earnest .

In. 'T will be excellent , And please her highnesse , she has commanded All libertie of mirth , I le undertake To prepare her . Pis. About it then , I le have My part i' th enterlude , lose no time boy , Thou shalt be Prince of Pigmieland for this : The Dutchesse , I le withdraw . Enter Dutchesse , Ferrara , Ursini , Borgia , Cornelia Ladies . Dut. My Lord , you make me wonder , challenge me Of promises ? tho I acknowledge it , No act that could reflect with a dishonour Vpon our person , yet we must not be So jeasted into marriage , you are a Prince Of an unquestiond merit , take not these Imaginary wayes to advance your hopes In us , we are yet free as you my Lord , And shall not in a dreame give up our selfe , Were we disposd to marry or contract Our selfe , the day shall witnesse it without A blush , let guiltie soules call night to cover Their promises , we are innocent . Fer. Good Madam Render me not so lost to my owne senses , To the honour of a Prince basely to coine A language for my purpose , though you may Repent the last nights freedome , and correct Your judgement of me , make me not so miserable To let the Court thinke I invented this As destitute of nobler wayes to move you , But I presume this is to try my patience And make my joyes at last more pretious By this delay ; I know you are all vertue And cannot staine your selfe by a denyall Of any syllable you speake . Dut. With pardon Of your grace , I shall laugh if you persist thus : You had a pleasant dreame , but lovers Are flatterd in their sleepe , I speake to you . Fer. Then Madam I take leave , to tell you t is not Done like a Princesse of that character We have receiv'd , and if I had no witnesse I see what mirth we are prepar'd for . Dut. Witnesse There is too much at stake my Lord already , To racke this argument for your owne fame , Proceede not to enlarge it , we would rather Confesse some guilt against our selfe , then let You honour be expos'd to such strait censure For loving us , yet if you would be silent In this we shall be proud , in other things To have denyed you nothing , and be asham'd You tooke our Court so unprepard to honour you . Fer. Was ever such a mockery , I see I must produce more testimony , you see Can justifie if you please , I have affirm'd Nothing but truth , altho my willing eare Catch'd up the voyce , she spake it to you signior . Bo.

What my good Lord ?

Fer.

That she resolv'd to marry us .

Bo. Your excellence Must pardon me , I heard her highnesse speake No language to that purpose . Dut. We honour You Borgia for acquitting us . Cor. T is truth her highnesse never spake so , but I did Whom supposd the Dutchesse , and this must Sound hope in him to be so negative . Fer. It seemes you have concluded , Madam , I Must be the generall mirth . Dut. I finde Cornelias Cunning in this and must apply some complement For our owne honour , good my Lord your privacie . Bo. How er'e her grace be a little impudent I had beene madde to justifie the Duke In such a cause , she has no minde to marry him , And perhaps talk'd to me last night to try My strength of wit , women are subtill creatures , No matter tho Ursini court my sister , My ambitions faire a tother side agen . Enter Iulio , and Lucio , and whisper with the Dutchesse . Vrs.

T is strange the Dutchesse should so mistake .

Cor. Vpon My conscience she heard the words . Urs.

Yet She denies .

Cor.

I must beleeve her too :

Urs.

You speak a riddle Maddam .

Du. Will you my Lord Admit of so much mirth . Fer.

You shall command me .

Dut. Remit 'em then , the rest I le cleare hereafter To your satisfaction . Enter Ascanio , Pimponio , Pisauro Pis.

De' e heare , what Prince de' e meane to call your selfe ?

Pim.

Why any Prince in Spaine .

Pis No I le advise you You shall be an Italian Prince in Spanish habit , Now I thinke better on 't , t is queint , and will Be gratefull for the witty noveltie : Every common Prince goes in his countries fashion Such as you are not ordinary , be bould . Bo.

Why didst bring him hither .

Pis. Peace I may doe you a curtesie , Keepe your owne counsell and be ignorant Of this strange Creature , say you are — The Duke of — thus disguisd for reasons Knowne to your selfe . Pim.

Duke of — let me alone .

Pis.

And be not beaten out of 't .

Pim. I wonnot , let the high German first present mee in a speech , Is that the Dutchesse ? so , so . As.

I warrant you .

Pim.

My master or his ghost ?

Pis. You wonnot be a foole and lose your selfe , And heaven knowes what scorne to take notice on him , Remember who you are . Pim.

Vmph , umph , stand by fellow .

As. Dutchesse of Urbin never was your Court Grac'd with the presence of so brave a Prince As this the darling and delight of Christendome . Dut.

He seemes no lesse .

Urs.

What pageants ha' we got .

As. And cosen not your selves he is no Spaniard . But of Italian sprightly breed , a man Famous in Arts and Armes , as shall appeare If any man dares question him , should your grace But see him at some royall exercise You wud thinke him more then mortall , he shall pitch The Barre with any of your Guard , or drink with 'em ; Wrastle with both the West and North Olympicks , Sings like the Arabian Bird , and can out-dance . The nimble Elephant , so rarely skil'd In musicke , that he has a great ambition To goe to hell to challenge Orpheus To play with him on any Instrument From the Organ to the Iewes-trumpe . Dut.

Miracles !

As. These are the outside of his qualities , But looke within him , and your grace shall finde Enough to ravish you . Pim.

Tell how I love her .

As. With all these vertues and advantages Of blood and state he comes to court your highnesse . Dut. We are infinitely honord , and wud thank him , But that we know not yet this Princes name . As.

Duke of Ferrara Madam is his title .

Fer.

How sirrah ?

Iu.

That is the Duke of Ferrara , what de' e meane ?

Pis. Stand too 't and say he is a counterfeit A meere impostor , be not beaten out on 't . Fer.

Are you Duke of Ferrara sirrah , ha .

Pim. I am Duke of all the world , what 's that to thee ? High German stand close to me . As.

A true Prince needs no buckler .

Exit . Fer.

Sirrah darst usurpe my name ?

Pim. T is mine , thou art a counterfeit , I hope your grace will know me another time . Urs. A base affront my Lord , and suspect A plot of Borgias to dishonour you , He durst not stay to face it . Fer. I le have's heare , As for this wretch . Pim.

Doe , doe , I look'd for this , a true Prince can beare .

Fer. Madam you have not usd me well . I say no more . Exit . Fer. and Urs. Pim.

Let him goe madam , I le call him to account hereafter .

Dut.

We are displeasd , hence with that foole and whip him .

Exit . Pim.

What 's the matter ?

Iu.

You must be whipt and strip'd my scurvie Don .

Pim.

Whip a Prince ? what de' e meane ?

Lu.

You must be Duke of Ferrara .

Pim. Duke of a Fiddle-sticke , you doe not meane , to let me Catch an Ague Gentlemen ? Iu.

The lash when the fit comes will keepe you warme , doe you know one Pimponio , he was a footman , you will be in case to overtake him presently , hee has the heeles on you , and you cannot give him so much weight , now you are light , stay but a little wee 'l send you a whip .

Exit . Pim.

How am I transform'd , Duke of Ferrara quotha , wud I were any thing , I know not what I am as they have handled me .

Enter Dutchesse and Pietro . Dut.

Is the Duke gone ?

Pie.

Yes Madam .

Dut.

I le have the foole hang'd then .

Pim.

That 's I .

Dut.

Alas poore fellow , ha , ha , ha , what art thou ?

Pim.

Nothing , I hope she does not know me agen , I must deny my selfe .

Dut. Come hither Sirrah , Whose devise was it to bid you say you were Duke of Ferrara ? Pim.

Alas not I Madam , he is gone .

Dut.

Who is gone ?

Pim.

The insolent fellow that made a foole of your highnesse .

Dut.

Whether is he gone ?

Pim.

To obey your grace and be whip'd .

Dut.

Why doe you shake so ?

Pim.

I 'me very warme and please your grace .

Dut.

Where be your cloathes ?

Pim.

My cloathes ? I never wore any more in my life , I sweat with these .

Dut. He has punishment enough , who waites ? Bid Borgia attend us . Pie.

I shall Madam .

Exit . Enter Borgia . Bor.

How now sirrah , what are you ?

Pim.

A Tumbler , doe you know me ?

Bor.

I know thee ?

Pim.

What not Pimp . honest Pimponio .

Enter Pietro . Pie.

Signior Borgia her grace calls for you .

Bo.

I attend .

Exit . Pim.

How signior Borgia ? then I am not I , and there is no Staying here to finde my selfe , as I remember some friends of mine , did promise me a comfortable whip , I le rather venture a cold then stay for t , I must be Dukified , be perswaded into kickes — they 'l returne , I wonnot tempt my destinie , she promisd to hang me , and I can doe that for my selfe when I have a minde too t .

Enter Iulio , and Lucio . Ju.

Kicke that fellow out of the Court .

Pim.

You are mistaken Sir , he meanes some body else , I have beene kicked already .

Exit . Enter Dutchesse and Borgia ▪ Bo.

Madam you let fall .

Dut.

Let it re ward your paines .

Iu.

Observ'd you that .

Dut. Convey this to Mercutio , it creates him Controuler of our houshold , this I hope Will merit more of his acquaintance with Our Court . Bo.

You honour your poore creatures .

Dut. Leave us , Exit . You may stay Sir , what suite , what that you named ? Bo.

Suite Madam ?

Dut. Did not you say you had a suite to us , I hope your modestie will teach you how To lim it your request , that it may be Such as may both become our grant and your Acceptance , speake what i' st Bo.

My suite Madam ?

Dut. But in the confidence of your discretion Name and enjoy what you desire . Bo. This bounty Of language is beyond all my ambition . Dut. Well Sir to 'th purpose , I would have you speake To purpose now . Bo. To purpose , would I durst , This exceeds all the rest , shall I be mad And lose this opportunitie . Dut.

We are prepar'd

Bo. Better ? my happinesse flowes upon me My suite is Madam , you would be pleas'd to — What shall I say , she lookes so keene and tempting , I have a great mind to kisse her . Dut.

Not resolv'd yet ?

Bo.

Long since , my humble suite is to you Madam , that —

Dut.

What ?

Dut. I may be number'd still among your creatures And keepe a blessing in your gracious smiles Vpon my humble service . Dut. A smile and humblest service , is this all ? You wonnot purchase much by being a Courtier . Bo. The greatest rise by favour , I ha lost An opportunitie . Dut.

Is there nothing else ?

Bo. She Askes agen , now I le put her too t , We are private , I have another suite Madam . Dut.

A courtier should have many , what i' st made on ?

Bo.

Of love .

Dut. A prettie winter wearing , and keepes well In fashion . Bo.

May I presume to as aske your grace .

Dut.

A question ? yes Sir .

Bo.

Doe you love me Madam ?

Dut.

How Sir ?

Bo.

Does your grace love me ?

Dut. Audacious Groome , how dares thy soule imagine So great an impudence , almost treason to us , Are all our favours thought so cheape ? and we Consider'd in the crowd of other women Fit for your mixture , to be stain'd with loose And desperate proffers of your wanton service ? Have we no more distinction in our birth And titles ? Or de' e hope we are disarm'd Of strength to punish such an insolence ? Had smiles tane such possession of our brow Thou couldst expect no killing frowne for this ? Was our eye growne so tame nothing could quicken it Into a flame , into a consuming lightning , When such an object durst appeare to vex it ? Thus we could spurne thy sawcy head off — but We pardon it , de' e heare ? we freely pardon it , To shew mercy is above all fault , And that we are at home Queene of our passions , Nor shall you suffer under the remembrance , T is now as it had never beene , and you keepe The first place in our thoughts . Bo.

Ha' ?

Dut. Wisely preserve 'em And rather chide your timerous understanding Then thinke us angry , had your sinne beene greater We should have met it charitably , come , You are our Secretary , write as we shall dictate . Bo. Did ever Sunne-shine breake so suddenly From such a blacke and most prodigious cloud ? I would ha' sold my body for a beane stalke Within two minuts , sh 'as an excellent wit And cunningly she reines it , what 's your pleasure I shall write Madam ? Dut. A letter , a love letter , are you ready , Write as I bid upon your life , — I love you . Bo.

I am perpar'd .

Dut.

Write I love you Sir , de' e not understand me ?

Bo.

Shee 'l make me mad , I ha' done , I love you .

Dut.

How Sir ?

Bo.

There wanted Sir , I love you Sir .

Dut.

And if you be not short of apprehension .

Bo.

And if , &c.

Dut.

You 'l wisely entertaine it .

Bo.

You 'l wisely , &c.

Dut.

All errors be forgot , meete me this evening

Bo.

All errors , &c.

Dut.

I' th privie Garden , and receive more testimony .

Bo.

I' th privie garden , &c.

Dut.

Meane time heere is my hand , that in the morning I 'le marry you .

Bo. Meane time , &c . — What a divell does she meane ? I ha' done , it wants your confirmation — so . To whom shall I direct it ? Dut.

You will be trustie , there 's danger else .

Bo.

To whom ?

Dut. To him that loves me best , Deceive me not farewell . Exit . Bo. I love you Sir , &c. t is a letter , and I wrote it , To whom , to him that loves her best , if none love her better , T is to my selfe ? Why am I so scrupulous ? She has made me Chancellor in the cause , There 's noe particular nam'd , yet she was angry , Yet she was pleasd agen , and had my crime Beene greater , she had met it charitably . Come I perceive the whole device as sure As I have any sense , she does affect me , And tries me at the last weapon of wit How I le behave my selfe , are you there Dutchesse ; She is my owne , and this invites me to The close of all my happinesse , if I Forfeit this opportunitie , let Midas Transplant his goodly eares to this dull head , And let all women laugh at me , my starres I bow to you , and kisse your influence , I am exalted to your spheare already , Where , with the Dutchesse I will sit and shine A constellation . Enter Ferrara . Fer. Y' are well met Sir , Borgia I take it . Bor. You may change that name And call me servant . Fer. You have prostrate language , But carry treason in your heart , you know me ? Bo.

Duke of Ferrara .

Fer. So , was 't your plot to bring That puppet to affront me 'fore the Dutchesse ? Was there noe other name to be usurp'd , Dishonor'd , and prophan'd by hounds and monkies But mine ? Bo. I understand you not , your anger Is not directed right my Lord , I am not Guiltie in thought . Fer.

Your feares shall not excuse .

Bo.

You are abus'd .

Fer. I know I am Sir , and Will print revenge upon your heart , 't shall carry The character of a villaine . Bo.

I must tell you Duke .

Fer.

What Sir ?

Bo. Were you master of the world , Could you shoot death beyond a Basiliske , Or had you mischiefe in your breath above The Lernean vapours , or the killing steame Of the hot lake that poysons innocent Birds But daring to flie over , I would rise With as much confidence to scorne this calumnie As I would quench my thirst , or chide my Groome The drudges for me , Duke I am no villaine , And tho my blood runnes not so deépe a purple There 's no corruption in the chapest veine My Liver feeds , 't is cleare and honest sir , In thy owne Court I le meet and tell thee so Mauger thy guards , and gawdy Butter-flies , I dare , by innocence , I dare . Fer. You thinke The place protects you now . Bo. Were it in a Church No drop of mine could staine it , Duke I cannot Feare and be master of a sword , that needs No valour in a cause so just as mine To stirre the point , by all my hopes . Fer. Thy hopes , Of what reversion ? what Groomes place is vacant ? Bo. Come t is not done becommingly To insult because you have a priviledge Of Duke above you , I am here a servant To a most gracious Princesse . Fer. At that name I drew New flame , and should I credit thy soule free From this dishonour , thou hast sinne enough In thy ambition to pull ruine on thee , Are we too fit to be in competition Sir ? Hast thou a thought so proud , so daring in thee To be my rivall ? Have I courted her To her owne height , a Prince ? and shall her vassall Looke on her with an eye , lesse then serves The Altar with , because she is pleasd some time To laugh , and seeme indulgent to your services For her owne sake , can you have braine to thinke Such treason to her judgement , that she loves you ? Or can she be so lost to truth and honour Not to make good her promises to me Religious as a contract , has she not Declard me worthy of her , and my love The best of all the world . Bo.

How was that Sir ?

Fer. The best of all the world , t is not that I Can be so poore in my esteeme of her Whose mention is sacred , or my selfe That I have any jealousie thou canst Inherit possibly the hundredth part Of any thought that points upon affection Hast thou no soule to apprehend thy scorne ? Nay did she not , fearing thou might'st grow insolent Vpon her favours late declare herselfe , It was not love but mirth and wantonnesse Of revelling nights , commanding on thy life Thou feede no ambition higher , or feede a thought To her , beyond what waited upon dutie You may remember this . Bo. T is cleare , this none Could tell him but her selfe , I finde too plaine Who is the may-game of the Court , this last Convinces me , your pardon mightie Sir You love the Dutchesse . Fer. Best she will acknowledge Of all mankind . Bo. I have a letter to you , I will not doubt my pardon when you reade it , T is to you Sir if there can bee a joy beyond what 's there contain'd ▪ Fer. Ha ? I am blest , Borgia let me imbrace thee my best friend Dwell in my heart , divide with me Ferrara Or Urbin , any thing but the Dutchesse , say I le meet her in the Garden were it walld With flaming Dragons , I have not a soule Spacious enough to entertaine this happinesse Beyond my hope , above my life deare Borgia . Exit . Bo. Beyond his hope ? it seemes this joy was not Expected umph , and I had no commission To give it him , after all this if shee Meant it not this way , I ha' made fine worke , She might ha' namd him , wud I had the paper Agen , now doe I prophesie I have Vndone my selfe , and onely her grace meant That I should meet her , curse upon my easinesse ; I have lost an opportunitie , no fate Flatterd a mortall with the like , dull braines , There 's yet prevention , genius I thanke thee , T is possible I may secure the Garden And boldly meet her first , if any destinie Owe me this blessing with this art I may Redeeme my folly , never man but I Wud lose so rich an opportunitie . Exit .
Ectus Quintus . Enter Dutchesse , Mercutio , Ladies . Mer. MAdam I know not what to say , my heart Is full of heartie zeale to obey you , but the place You have confer'd upon my yeares , is much Above my strength to satisfie , yet I thanke you . Dut. You have deserv'd we should encourage you For what is past , your sonne is full of hope And may grow up a statesman . Mer. He owes all To your infinite favors Madam , a young man , And would be active upon your commands . Dut.

Leave us , stay my Lord we must employ you .

Mer. I have not life enough to serve you Madam , My age is now a burthen , that I could Shake off a score of winters . Dut. There 's no such Necessitie of youth to execute The service you designe , you love your sonne . Mer. Above my owne health Madam , and let me Be bold to tell your grace , I love him better For your sake . Dut.

For our sake .

Mer. That he can carry Himselfe so hansomely to deserve your good Opinion , every Courtier that 's advanc'd To a warme place , does not behave himselfe Alwayes to purpose . Dut.

To what purpose Signior ?

Mer. To please his Mistresse , and I am , I must Confesse proud of his expectations , It makes my blood dance Madam . Dut.

You are very merry .

Mer.

I hope to have more cause .

Dut. Well Sir , while we Retire into the Garden , be it your care We be not interrupted , give accesse To none but Borgia , we have some privacies Onely concerne his knowledge . Mer.

My sonne Borgia .

Dut.

Your sonne , if you doe call him Borgia .

Mer.

Shall I goe for him ?

Dut. Hee 'l be so officious Perhaps to spare that trouble , if he come Be diligent and admit him . Exit . Mer. I shall Madam ; Shee 's gone into the Garden , and commands I give accesse to none but Borgia ; If he come , she has given me another office To keepe the doore , it has beene a preferment . I will do 't now in spight of my owne humour , Ha boy ! something will come on 't , if he have The grace to nicke this opportunitie . Enter Ferrara . Fer. The evening wastes a pace , I cannot be Too soone at my desires , whoe 's that ? Mer. Hee 's come ; Already Borgia . Fer. One stands Centinell , Is that the word ? who names Borgia . Mer.

My sonne .

Fer.

The same .

Mer. This evening make thee happy , enter , no ceremony I am not now against thy being a Duke , Prove fortunate my boy , and blesse thy father . Exit Fer. So , so , if it were noone , and the Sunne look'd With his broad brightest eye upon 's , there are Convenient cozining Arbors , cost bestow'd On pretty mazes , labyrinths of love , You might be there secure , and entertaine Sweet time , most tall and fashionable hedges In whose inclosures , Ladies that are willing May lose themselves , and the next walke no wiser ; Now I thinke on t , this Cloyster with the helpe Of such an evening might be darke enough For such a turne ; many a gentle woman Has beene content to embrace upon worse termes Oh the Court lobbies , but I tell no tales , Enter Borgia . Another moving this way , by his favour The Gardens taken up . Bo. T is the best way To say I am the Duke , that if he follow He may prevent his owne accesse . Mer.

Vmph , umph .

Bor. That name will make the gates fly open to me And I passe undiscoverd . Mer.

What are you ?

Bo.

Here doe thy office , I am the Duke .

Mer. The Duke Your grace must pardon me , I am commanded To admit none , her highnesse will enjoy The garden privatly . Bo.

Lord Mercutio .

Mer. Your servant , but in this my dutie must Ayme at anothers pleasure , if you be The Duke I cannot helpe it , I am but Greene in my honours , and I would not forfeit 'em With my owne head to boot in her first service . Bo. Then I le discover I am Borgia Your sonne , your happy Borgia , be not you The enemy , an̄d barre my glorious fortune , The Dutchesse has commanded me this evening To meete her in the Garden , I can tell Thee wonders old Mercutio , she loves me , More I have an assurance from her hand Shee 'l make me Duke old lad . Mer. Be not transported For if you be my sonne doe you observe You are yet but Borgia , and I your father Old Mercutio , and old lad . Bo. Your pardon Sir , My joy of such a blisse allowes no bound , Why are you slow to make your sonne the happiest Of all mankinde , the evenings bigge with glory The winds doe whisper gently whose I am , The birds with Musicke waite to entertaine me Into Loves Bower , the Trees bow to my entrance , And she that is the Mistresse of all these Will bid me welcome . Mer.

Are you Borgia .

Bor. There 's death in these delayes , doe not you know me ? Or dare you not beleeve what I affirme Touching the Dutchesse . Mer. I beleeve you are Borgia to my griefe , and doe beleeve What you have said ; her grace did appoint me To waite here , and commanded I should give Accesse to none but Borgia , de' e marke ? She was pleasd to tell me , she had businesse onely Concern'd your knowledge I dispute not what , But 't is some excellent affaire I am confident , She was so merry about the lippes and eyes And praisd you to my face . Bo. If this have faith w' ee Why am not I admitted ? Mer.

All in good time .

Bo.

The gates should spread themselves .

Mer. They shall not neede , I le reach them with lesse trouble ▪ But first I have a suite to you . Bo. To me , Speake and command it . Mer. T is within mans remembrance That you did want a pardon , now begge mine , And make what other conditions with the Dutchesse You please . Bo.

Your pardon ?

Mer. Yes I am parcell Traytor Against my will , and too much care about My office made me abuse it , I admitted Another gentleman , that deceiv'd me with Your name , and how her grace may punish me Is in my feares , unlesse you mediate for me . Bo.

Did any take my name .

Mer. Yes , and at first Sound I discharg'd my dutie the wrong way And let him in . Bo.

In ? whether ?

Mer.

Into the Dutchesse .

Bo. I am undone , this minute , I am blasted ; It was the Duke upon my life . Mer. The Duke , it may be so , although 't were duskish Me thought he carried more compasse with him ; But why should he take your name ? Bo.

Lost for ever .

Mer. You found I had no zeale to his , how ever Lose no more time ; your power with her grace May set all streight , and purchase me a pardon . Bo. Be rather lost as I am in thy dotage , Thou hast depriv'd me of the wealthiest harvest That ever Sunne-beames shin'd on Mer. Does he thou me ? How would he domineere and he were Duke ? Bo. My fortune bleeds to death , t is now too late That paper ruines all my hope , and were We equall , the would scorne my want of confidence And laugh me out o' th world . Mer.

Hee 's very passionate .

Bo. But there 's no dwelling in this Wildernesse , Things past are past sorrow , there is yet A way to binde my wound up and secure My health , though not a life with so much state As was expected , instantly I le to Cornelia , I know she loves me still , At worst a little passion bestow'd On her , with clearing I am another brother Makes her my owne , and keepes me from the Pasquill ; I shall be jeer'd to dust else , there 's my rest , He that loves more then one is seldome blest . Exit . Mer. Hee 's gone and I am like to suffer for 't , By your highnesse favour I will waite no longer To be chastiz'd , but when your grace is weary , You shall not neede to strike me at the doore ; T is open and I vanish in the darke ; Stay and I le send some others to attend you , You will want light , my sonne shall be no Duke I perceive now , nor will I be a Courtier ; Put me to keepe the dore ? Exit . Enter Cornelia , Laura , and Melinda . Cor.

Did she dismisse you then ?

Lau. 'T was not her pleasure We should attend . Mel. We left my Lord Mercutio Your father with her . Cor.

Went she towards the Garden ?

Lau.

Yes , where 's your brother Borgia ?

Cor.

I know not .

Mel. He is infinitely beholding to her grace , She never mentions him without a flourish : I know not , but if I have any skill In lookes or language , there is something more Then common in her highnesse breast meant toward him Lau.

Shee may be in love .

Cor.

In love with whom ?

Laus

Your brother .

Cor. I blush to heare your weakenesse , I hope he Hath more wit then to build vaine hopes on that ; Eagles stoope not to flies . Mel. But the Wren Couch'd underneath the aspiring Eagles wings . Quickly advance it selfe when to'thers mounted And glories in her hight , t is but a step And the small thing is King of birds , the fable Has pretty moralls in 't . Cor. I am not sure A rebell in my nature to his fortune , But dare not pawne my owne discretion To take up your opinions . Enter Pietro : Pie. Signior Pisauro your brothers friend desires To speake with you . Lau. Wee 'l leave you Madam , by this time her grace May want our duties . Enter Pisauro . Pis.

Did I fright you Ladies , looke better on me .

Lau.

We have seene you round Sir .

Pis.

But doe not know what 's in me .

Mel. We desire To die in that pretious ignorance . Exit . Pis.

This Lady I hope 's not of your minde .

Cor. Your pleasure My servant saies you would speake with me ? Pis. If you Remember Lady I was bold to urge A little counsell on you , how it fastens I come to understand . Cor.

What counsell Sir .

Pis.

About your brother Signior Borgia .

Cor.

Please you assist my memory .

Pis. Why it was But this , I had a kinde of feare you lovd This brother Madam . Cor. Would you have me be So impious not to affect my brother . Pis. But you lov'd him the wrong way , de' e heare lustily You understand , with the desire of coupling : There lies no dispensation for that locke , T is impious and abhominable , you had better I' th state you are in keepe a Pensioner To give you heats , a fellow that will venture His body at all houres ; then to offend once With so much sinne to nature . Cor. Doe you thinke I am a Monster Signior ? Pis. Better marry An honest man and make one a great deale : Your husband may be excusd i' th progresse Lady , Besides he may have faults , a negligence In 's visits , or mistaking of his times , When you are invited by another Lord To a banquet , or take physicke , or the aire Appointed by your Doctor , there are reasons To excuse an active Lady that is married But to affect your brother so , inexpiable . Cor You have invention enough to furnish The Court with vice , how e're you seeme to have Care of my soule , pray give me pardon Sir , Doe you ever meane to marry ? Pis.

Marry ? oh yes .

Cor.

Not a Court Lady sure .

Pis.

One of that tribe to chuse .

Cor. Without the feare Of being such a monster made by her Whose wantonnesse you wittily have charactred . Pis. I'ha read my destinie , she that I shall marry Will be very honest , exceeding chast as I Shall be to her , I did but tell you what Whirligigs are i' th world , and that 't were better And safer for your conscience to be one Of Venus order , and keepe tame a Groome A stallian Dormant then embrace a brother . Cor. What should incline you To imagine me so lost to modestie ? What have you read in me to make you thinke I love my brother so ? Pis.

My charitie .

Cor. There 's little charitie in those suspitions . Have you no other argument . Pis. Your brother Told me himselfe you lov'd him strangely . Cor.

So , so .

Pis.

Nay , nay he was i' th same pickle .

Cor. He told You that himselfe too . Pis. Yes , yes , till I tamper'd with him And sacrific'd his flesh with ghostly counsell , Read Law and Lectures , I will tell you Madam He was once so overgrowne with love , he had Resolv'd to tell you he was not your brother , And rather then be frustrate of his hopes Vow'd to forsweare it , and subborne testimony He was no kin to you , borne I know not where , And never saw the towne afore , whose people Had all this while cozend themselves , with an Opinion he was Borgia ; here 's a youth now , Did he ne're deale with you to such a purpose . Cor.

Never , he wud not be so wicked sure .

Pis. Did you ever heare the like ? you know it now , Thanke heaven and a good friend that told you this ; A friend that wud not see this pretty vessell Lost i' th' quick-sands , when both goods and it May be his owne another day : I love you And none shall doe you wrong . Cor. I should be ingratefull Not to acknowledge Sir this noble office Meant to preserve me . Pis. That was my pure meaning , You may requite it if you please . Cor.

With love .

Pis.

'T is the reward my ambition first aymes at .

Cor. I love my brother now in his owne place , And being his bosome friend I will not question , But to enlarge my knowledge of your worth And take me nearer to me for his Character , And free consent . Pis. Vmph , now you blesse me Lady , If his hopes thrive in the Dutchesse as I doubt not I am made , I le seeke him out , I wish no better Testimony , he shall not gi 't you unders hand . Cor.

No haste .

Pis. He knowes me to a thought , nay , nay He shall doo 't presently , if I can light on him . Cor.

To morrow Signior , I suspect it not .

Pis. It does concerne my honour , t is done instantly , She may be cold e're morning , I le not lose This opportunitie , I am made for ever . Exit . Cor. He has an odde way of Courtship , sure my brother , Vnlesse he know him better then this wildnesse Can promise , will be sparing to contract Our hearts too fast , he has but a rough outside , But my strange thoughts within me are corrected , And I possesse my selfe againe thanke providence , Ursini . Enter Ursini . Urs. Madam I am bold to presse On your retirement , but when you remember I bring no mutinous thoughts , but such as are Devoted to your service , you will thinke it A trespasse that may soone invite a pardon . Cor. You must first practise to offend my Lord , This is favour to me . Urs. Still such goodnesse Flowes from your language to me at the first Encounter ; but when I take boldnesse to Have some assurance from you alone , Which I have hop'd and serv'd for , with the truth Of your best honorer , you decline the subject , Or flie the sweet conclusion . Cor. My Lord , That you have lov'd , at least profess'd so much , May easily be granted , but let me Beseech you Sir , did you upon the first Motion that wrought upon your minde to thinke Me worthy of your love acquaint me with it . Urs. No Madam , I long cherish'd the soft fire That tryed the purenesse of it , and the object That shot so bright a flame into my bosome , And had supprest it still , but that your vertue Grew up too powerfull against it , then I tooke leave to expresse how much I wish'd To be your votary . Cor. Give me equall licence My Lord in the same cause to try my selfe , I have thoughts too would be compos'd of something In you to be examin'd . Urs. I submit , And shall obey your censure , life and death Hange on your lippe , I come to be determin'd Your servant or your sacrifice , for to languish At distance thus . Cor. Then you expect an answer Presently , I much feare my Lord I shannot , In that particular , satisfie your Lordship . Urs. You want no knowledge of me , there is nothing In my past fate but may appeare to you , My nature needs no glosse , my blood , my fortune Cleare to your view , my person not much witherd ; If these together want a charme , I can Deserve you may love , for I know best The extent of my devotions , and the heart That tho you should despise it must still serve you . Cor. But good my Lord what answer you to this ? Is it becomming the discretion Of a noble servant to persue his mistris By unruly wayes , and interpose commands And power of great ones to enforce the heart Of any Lady : though I must confesse Her grace may challenge my obedience To her law and person , it has beene yet a rule , And love and religion cannot be compel'd Urs. You doe not conclude me , if I obtain'd A favour from the Dutchesse to propound My wishes , and plead for me , I know well The soule is not her subject , could her power Bestow your body on me , and that I Could boast my selfe Lord of beautious frame Without your minde , I were more tyrant to Accept then she to force , and answer for A crime more fatall then the ravishers . Enter Pietro . Pie.

Your brother Madam .

Cor. If I have any power My Lord you must not leave me , yet I would Entreate your small retreate behinde the hangings For a few minuts . Urs.

Your command 's a favour .

Enter Borgia . Bo.

Oh Cornelia .

Cor.

What 's the matter brother .

Bo.

Are you alone .

Cor.

You see my company .

Bo.

De' e love me .

Cor. Love you brother , what have I Done to beget your doubt . Bor. But doe you love me More then a sister ? if I were not Borgia , Remove from us the common tie of blood Which is not love , but forc'd of nature in us , Could you affect me then , then if I answerd This honour with a true and noble flame Vpon such brave conditions , Cornelia Could our hearts meete and marry ? Cor. This were strange , But not so strange that we should love . Bo. Then pardon Fairest Cornelia , and make him blest Whose very soule dotes on thee , I have but Vsurp'd the name of Borgia , I can give Thee proofe . Cor.

'T is come about .

Enter Pisauro . Bo. Pisauro welcome The man of all mankind , most wishd for welcome : Madam this gentleman can witnesse I am None of your brother , we were bred together , Both borne in Millan , and my name is Aurelio Androzzi sonne to Paulo Androzzi major domo to the Dukedome , My friend too of a noble family . Pis.

Did not I tell you this .

Bo. Weary of home We both engag'd our selves to try our fortune Abroad , and for the warres had last designd Our selves , we tooke but Urbin in the way , Where some good starres detain'd us , and I taken For Borgia pursued thus farre the story . Cor

Ha , ha , ha .

Bo. De' e laugh at me , Pisauro shee 's incredulous . Speake and convince her with thy testimony . Pis.

I have told enough already .

Bo.

She wants faith .

Cor. That gentleman prepar'd me for this history , Doe you not blush brother ? Sir I thanke you . Pis.

I am sorry for his impudence .

Bo. Cornelia , Pisauro Why art thou silent . Pis.

I tell you I did speake to her .

Cor.

'T is time I then dispose my selfe .

Pis.

Now my happinesse .

Cor. My Lord I pray come forth . Enter Ursini . You Gentlemen by your owne confessions Are strangers to me , and altho I doe not Distrust heavens providence , I shall not sinne To give my freedome up where I am knowne ; My Lord if you accept Cornelia Shee 's thus confirm'd your owne . Urs. With greater joy Then I would take an Empire , this drops peace Vpon my brothers ashes , and unites For ever our two families . Pis.

Where 's the Dutchesse ?

Bo.

I prithee doe not vexe me .

Pis. Doe not vexe Thy selfe , come wee 're at large , our constitution Would ha' beene troubled with a wife , we have The world before us , store of game is necessary . The Dutchesse . Enter Dutchesse , Ferrara , Pietro , Iulio , Lucio Laura Melinda . Dut. You now possesse us freely , the next morning Shall spread this joy through Urbin . Urs. We are happy And every heart congratulates . Fer. We thanke you Signior Ursini , you have beene faithfull to us . Dut.

Is your name Borgia ?

Bo.

No Madam ,

Dut. Where 's our letter ? We did not thinke y 'ad beene so apprehensive , You see it now confirm'd , we hope you had No thought we meant it otherwise , be prudent And carefull in your province , heaven I see Wud have it thus , and rectifie our folly . Enter Mercutio . Mer.

Your pardon gratious Madam .

Dut. Signior , We thanke your diligencē , possesse our favour . And know the Duke . Mer.

I am one of the worst keepers of a dore ,

Dut.

No more , all 's well .

Mer.

I 'me glad on t .

Urs.

Sir your blessing .

Cor. Madam your smiles upon us and we cannot Despaire of happinesse . Mer.

But where 's Borgia ?

Bo.

I know not Sir .

Fer.

Rise ever fortunate .

Pimponio within .

Oyes , oyes .

Dut.

What 's the matter ?

Iu. A foole has lost his master , and thus cries him About the Court . Pis.

Pimponio a' my conscience .

Enter Pimponio . Pim Oyes ; If any man there be In towne or in countree Can tell me of a wight Was lost but yester night , His name was I know Signior Aurelio , By these markes he is knowne , He had a bush of his owne , Two eyes in their place And a nose on his face , His beard is very thinne But no haire on his chinne , Bring word to the cryer His desolate squire , And for this fine feate Take what you can get ; And heaven blesse Pimponio , for no body knownes me And I know no body else to pray for . Cor.

Hee 's not my brother indeed then .

Mer.

Nor my sonne .

Pis.

'T is too true Maddam , here , here 's thy master

Pim.

No , no , that 's Signior Borgia , doe not deceive your selfe

Bo. We are both deceiv'd Pimponio shall I hope Of your free pardon Madam for all trespasses ? My Lord your breath is powerfull . Dut.

Rise Aurelio .

Fer.

And be deare to us .

Mer.

I hope the pardon 's firme .

Dut.

Irrevocable .

Mer. I 'le dispatch letters then to Naples , thence He did salute me last , how were we cosend ! But Sir I thanke you for my Borgias pardon . Cor. Although it be cleare now y' are not my brother Pray take my poore acknowledgement , I shall Be proud for your sake , to preserve your friendship . Bor. May your hopes prosper in him ; now we two With licence of your excellence may Prosecute our designe agen for the warres . Dut. If nothing else at Court invite your stay We lay commands upon you as our servant That you see all our ceremonies finish'd , To celebrate this happy union You must be both our guests . Pim. Doe let us feast And fortifie our selves , we shall have Our bellies full of fighting time enough . Pis.

Thinkes your grace so ?

Dut. Subjects may love as their rude sense imparts , But heaven doth onely governe Princes hearts .
FINIS .
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Caroto Will walke and see the Citie , make it your Care to get Supper ready . le●s To quit that feare lets leave the Citie instantly ; The meale wonot I●lio towne will turne my blood , I wonot give A Iulio for my courage in twelve houres , Vnlesse i● blood , I wonot give A Iulio for my courage in twelve houres , Vnlesse they tie their women ●p twelve houres , Vnlesse they tie their women up . on● Is not the Gentleman o'th to sides ons wits ? What did he call you . on● Dee meane both one ? B●thlem He might as well ha cald me Bethlem Gabor ; Lets walke on still . ▪ No more Ieeres . Go or be lame for ever . fatherr , comfort of my age . My joy of soule , a fathers prayers and blessing Make thee a happy man ●eare I heare my Vncle Has left us — ha●t What hast done saist , nothing to dishonour thee , we'● Then wast my life an exile , Ile to Court we'e . ▪ Y'are not mad . Borgies Thou art a foole , cannot I cast Borgias skin off when I please , I must See my faire ▪ Dutchesse , Ursini , Cornelia , Melinda , Laura . ▪ suffer'd , though not what the Lawes determine , Many yeares pennance , so severe , perhaps Mecutio Enter Mercutio , Borgia , Pisauro . nnderstanding Shall I beleeve my eyes , My understanding ? how is Mercutio blest ? Looke boy the plases She plaies with him , good , better , I , is your spirit ▪ Dutchesse ? Would I had the conjuring of it downe , Vrsini Lookes like a whelpe had lost his ▪ you Vrsini , we can grace whom you present ; He is more gentleman than to forget How ▪ Lose no applications , that't her Secretary , A degree to more inward indeerements , If B● Be not you a Tyrant , Ile doe pennance In a ▪ Sir , is not this Signior a Prince disguisd ? ▪ did thinke thou wouldst carry it hansomly — Well , Ile excuse thee to thy master , here ▪ Say unto you , Snakes goe cast your coates , Here's earnest for new skins , when things ▪ sober , let the whole house be drunke first , 'twill please us well to see the servants 〈◊〉 Thy Embassador To his master , he is scarce minded . flighted noble thoughts then to suspect You can be slighted , thinke tis but a dreame In justice to oung But I was not considerable ; The young Gentleman had taken up her eyes , Her tongue ▪ We shall all be Princes In time ; but Gentlemen lets be more familiar We thinke ▪ The Dutchesse is mad . ▪ They joyne toth' Court . ▪ 'Tis the lesse service . sirst Lord , He kist us both , but we put forward first , He is the hansomst Gentleman ; dee thinke Borgi● Enter Borgia . bey , but no thought On forfeit of your life beyond whats dutie . sorget anger , When I transgresse so farre , as to forget My humble fate which onely can be blest sinde My heart shall bleed to death ere it shall finde One thought of so much impudence . ●on Let me alone with my son , if I do not fit him , let me never finde 〈…〉 gers fit every one should know so much , you are strangers , and therefore I dare trust you , but the 〈◊〉 acquainted when I see my time ; Ile tell you , the ●oy may take me i'th head to looke like ●oy acquainted when I see my time ; Ile tell you , 〈◊〉 toy may take me i'th head to looke like a foole merr●y confederates : I know where I am , but we are not merry reach me a chaire and a bottle of wine , ma●● all the world , whats that to me ? shall he make a prize of me ? ▪ will answer it , you may be all my subjects : if I marry the Dutchesse Ile hang you all ▪ Exit . bessing Durst owne me , be a benifit ; there was A blessing in my fate to meete your mercy That gave ▪ be the proudest , greatest in our Dutchy , Without all limitation , she shall carry ▪ despise the service You fairely meane her : if we faile in this , We will not thinke 〈◊〉 Exit ▪ ▪ Exit . hadstan thee leave to beate me , 'twas my feare Thou hadst an easie faith , and wert transported Indeede the● art not madde , I will commend a wife to thee ▪ Stay and take My keyes , this opens to my gould , goe home And take ▪ portion Will serve Vrsini with thy sister . Aseanio Enter Pisauro and Ascanio . Usini women are subtill creatures , No matter tho Ursini court my sister , My ambitions faire a tother satisfactition then , the rest Ile cleare hereafter To your satisfaction . ▪ suspect A plot of Borgias to dishonour you , He durst not stay to face it . Pimponis comes will keepe you warme , doe you know one Pimponio , he was a footman , you will be in case ▪ Ile have the foole hang'd then . ▪ Meane time , &c . — What a divell does she meane ? I ha' done ▪ You are very merry . ▪ I hope to have more cause . privacie ▪ accesse To none but Borgia , we have some privacies Onely concerne his knowledge . ●a●y 〈…〉 ths Arbors , cost bestow'd On pretty mazes , labyrinths of love , You might be there secure , and ▪ themselves , and the next walke no wiser ; Now I thinke ont , this Cloyster with the ▪ Loves Bower , the Trees bow to my entrance , And she that is the Mistresse of all these ▪ this have faith w'ee Why am not I admitted ? ▪ power with her grace May set all streight , and purchase me a pardon . loft Be rather lost as I am in thy dotage , Thou hast depriv'd pretions We desire To die in that pretious ignorance . ▪ But you lov'd him the wrong way , de'e heare lustily You understand , with Iam Doe you thinke I am a Monster Signior ? excusdi'th make one a great deale : Your husband may be excusd i'th progresse Lady , Besides he may have ▪ There's little charitie in those suspitions . Have you no other argument . gi●t I wish no better Testimony , he shall not gi't you unders hand . ▪ That gentleman prepar'd me for this history , Doe you not blush brother ? Sir I thanke ▪ world before us , store of game is necessary . The Dutchesse . thls us freely , the next morning Shall spread this joy through Urbin . ▪ master , and thus cries him About the Court . a●my Pimponio a' my conscience . I ▪ le I'le dispatch letters then to Naples , thence warre● excellence may Prosecute our designe agen for the warres .