Act. IIII.

EnterIagoandSforza,seuerall.

Sfor.Health to your Honour.Iag.NobleSforza, thankes.Sfor.Haue you not heard the newes?Iag.Of what, my Lord?Sfor.Lisandro, and the Princesse.Iag.Not as yet.Sfor.Then I’le resolue you.Iag.Pray you doe, my Lord.Sfor.The Aduocates both vsed their vtmost skill,To iustifie and quit the Sex they stood for,With arguments, and reasons so profoundOn eyther side, that it was hard to say,Which way the scale of Iustice would incline.Iag.I ioy to heare it; And to say the truth,Both Sexes equally should beare the blame;For both offend alike. But pray’ proceed.Sfor.At length, the Aduocate that stood for vs,Preuail’d so farre, with his forc’d Oratorie,The LordNicanortoo, abetting him,That maugre all the Amazonians wit,Which was (indeed) beyond expression,The sentence past against the female Sex;And the poore Princesse is adiudg’d to death.Iag.The Heauens forbid! The Princesse doom’d to die?Sfor.Too true, my Lord: I heard the words pronounc’d.Iag.A sentence most vniust, and tyrannous.Where’s the Detractor?Sfor.Crown’d with Victorie,And intertain’d with Triumph.Iag.That iust HeauenShould suffer such an impious wretch to live!I must goe looke the Princesse; when must she dye?Sfor.To morrow’s Sun beholds a daughters fall.Iag.A Sunne must rise to night, to dimme that Sunne,From the beholding such a horrid deed.’Twas cruell in a King, for such a fact;But in a Father, it is tyrannie.

Sfor.Health to your Honour.

Iag.NobleSforza, thankes.

Sfor.Haue you not heard the newes?

Iag.Of what, my Lord?

Sfor.Lisandro, and the Princesse.

Iag.Not as yet.

Sfor.Then I’le resolue you.

Iag.Pray you doe, my Lord.

Sfor.The Aduocates both vsed their vtmost skill,To iustifie and quit the Sex they stood for,With arguments, and reasons so profoundOn eyther side, that it was hard to say,Which way the scale of Iustice would incline.

Sfor.The Aduocates both vsed their vtmost skill,

To iustifie and quit the Sex they stood for,

With arguments, and reasons so profound

On eyther side, that it was hard to say,

Which way the scale of Iustice would incline.

Iag.I ioy to heare it; And to say the truth,Both Sexes equally should beare the blame;For both offend alike. But pray’ proceed.

Iag.I ioy to heare it; And to say the truth,

Both Sexes equally should beare the blame;

For both offend alike. But pray’ proceed.

Sfor.At length, the Aduocate that stood for vs,Preuail’d so farre, with his forc’d Oratorie,The LordNicanortoo, abetting him,That maugre all the Amazonians wit,Which was (indeed) beyond expression,The sentence past against the female Sex;And the poore Princesse is adiudg’d to death.

Sfor.At length, the Aduocate that stood for vs,

Preuail’d so farre, with his forc’d Oratorie,

The LordNicanortoo, abetting him,

That maugre all the Amazonians wit,

Which was (indeed) beyond expression,

The sentence past against the female Sex;

And the poore Princesse is adiudg’d to death.

Iag.The Heauens forbid! The Princesse doom’d to die?

Sfor.Too true, my Lord: I heard the words pronounc’d.

Iag.A sentence most vniust, and tyrannous.Where’s the Detractor?

Iag.A sentence most vniust, and tyrannous.

Where’s the Detractor?

Sfor.Crown’d with Victorie,And intertain’d with Triumph.

Sfor.Crown’d with Victorie,

And intertain’d with Triumph.

Iag.That iust HeauenShould suffer such an impious wretch to live!I must goe looke the Princesse; when must she dye?

Iag.That iust Heauen

Should suffer such an impious wretch to live!

I must goe looke the Princesse; when must she dye?

Sfor.To morrow’s Sun beholds a daughters fall.

Iag.A Sunne must rise to night, to dimme that Sunne,From the beholding such a horrid deed.’Twas cruell in a King, for such a fact;But in a Father, it is tyrannie.

Iag.A Sunne must rise to night, to dimme that Sunne,

From the beholding such a horrid deed.

’Twas cruell in a King, for such a fact;

But in a Father, it is tyrannie.

EnterMisogynos.

Sfor.Forbeare, my Lord, the times are dangerous.See! here’s the Champion.Iag.Looke how the Slaue glories in his conquest,How insolent he stalkes!Shall we indure such saucie impudence?Sfor.Put vp, put vp, my Lord,He is not worth our indignation:Let vs a-while obserue him for some sport.

Sfor.Forbeare, my Lord, the times are dangerous.See! here’s the Champion.

Sfor.Forbeare, my Lord, the times are dangerous.

See! here’s the Champion.

Iag.Looke how the Slaue glories in his conquest,How insolent he stalkes!Shall we indure such saucie impudence?

Iag.Looke how the Slaue glories in his conquest,

How insolent he stalkes!

Shall we indure such saucie impudence?

Sfor.Put vp, put vp, my Lord,He is not worth our indignation:Let vs a-while obserue him for some sport.

Sfor.Put vp, put vp, my Lord,

He is not worth our indignation:

Let vs a-while obserue him for some sport.

EnterScanfardoe.

Scan.My noble Fencer, I congratulateYour braue atchieuements in the last dayes triumph.Mis.I thanke you, Scholler. Was’t not brauely done?Scanf.Done like thy selfe: the spirits ofMantuaAnd oldDiogenesdoubled in thee.Mis.I thinke, I haue giuenThe Female reputation such a wound,Will not be cured in haste.

Scan.My noble Fencer, I congratulateYour braue atchieuements in the last dayes triumph.

Scan.My noble Fencer, I congratulate

Your braue atchieuements in the last dayes triumph.

Mis.I thanke you, Scholler. Was’t not brauely done?

Scanf.Done like thy selfe: the spirits ofMantuaAnd oldDiogenesdoubled in thee.

Scanf.Done like thy selfe: the spirits ofMantua

And oldDiogenesdoubled in thee.

Mis.I thinke, I haue giuenThe Female reputation such a wound,Will not be cured in haste.

Mis.I thinke, I haue giuen

The Female reputation such a wound,

Will not be cured in haste.

Enter two Gentlemen.

Iag.Ha, ha, ha, ha; Pernicious slaue.1. Gent.WorthieMisogynos.2. Gent.Noble Champion,We doe applaudYour merit, in the reportOf your late conquest.Mis.Thanke you, GentlemenTruth will preuaile, you see.I speake not for my selfe, in my owne quarrel;But the generall good of all men in the world.1. Gent.We know it, Sir.Iag.Degenerate Monster, how he iustifiesHis slandrous forgeries?Mis.But, Gentlemen,How goes the rumour?What do’s the Multitude report of mee?1. Gent.Oh Sir, the Men applaud you infinitely;But the Women——Mis.I respect not them:Their curses are my prayers.Iag.Oh damn’d Rogue!1. Gent.If you’le be rul’d by me, go shew your selfeAmongst them all in publique: O 'twill fretTheir very galls in pieces.Iag.That was well.Some body second that, and we shall seeExcellent pastime; for they’le ne’r indureHis sight with any patience.Scanf.Doe i’faithThat they may see you haue conquer’d.Mis.And I will.But should they grow outragious—2. Gent.Feare not that: we’le all along with ye.Mis.Will you conduct me safe vnto my Schoole?Scan.I, I, we’le be your Gard.|Exeunt.|Sfor.Oh what a Coward ’tis?Iag.You doe him wrong:He fights not with his hands, but with his tongue.Why doe I trifle time? I’le to the Court;This crueltie afflicts my very soule.Good my Lord, ioyne with me; we’le to the King,And see if wee can alter this decree.Oh ’tis a royall Princesse, faire, and chaste!Sfor.But her disdaine, my Lord, hath bin the causeOf many hopefull Youths vntimely end;’Tis that has harden’d both the Commons hearts,And many a noble Peeres,Iag.Why, what of that?It is not fit affection should be forc’d:Let’s kneele vnto his Grace for her release.Iustice (like Lightning) euer should appeareTo few mens ruine, but to all mens feare.|Exit.|

Iag.Ha, ha, ha, ha; Pernicious slaue.

1. Gent.WorthieMisogynos.

2. Gent.Noble Champion,We doe applaudYour merit, in the reportOf your late conquest.

2. Gent.Noble Champion,

We doe applaud

Your merit, in the report

Of your late conquest.

Mis.Thanke you, GentlemenTruth will preuaile, you see.I speake not for my selfe, in my owne quarrel;But the generall good of all men in the world.

Mis.Thanke you, Gentlemen

Truth will preuaile, you see.

I speake not for my selfe, in my owne quarrel;

But the generall good of all men in the world.

1. Gent.We know it, Sir.

Iag.Degenerate Monster, how he iustifiesHis slandrous forgeries?

Iag.Degenerate Monster, how he iustifies

His slandrous forgeries?

Mis.But, Gentlemen,How goes the rumour?What do’s the Multitude report of mee?

Mis.But, Gentlemen,

How goes the rumour?

What do’s the Multitude report of mee?

1. Gent.Oh Sir, the Men applaud you infinitely;But the Women——

1. Gent.Oh Sir, the Men applaud you infinitely;

But the Women——

Mis.I respect not them:Their curses are my prayers.

Mis.I respect not them:

Their curses are my prayers.

Iag.Oh damn’d Rogue!

1. Gent.If you’le be rul’d by me, go shew your selfeAmongst them all in publique: O 'twill fretTheir very galls in pieces.

1. Gent.If you’le be rul’d by me, go shew your selfe

Amongst them all in publique: O 'twill fret

Their very galls in pieces.

Iag.That was well.Some body second that, and we shall seeExcellent pastime; for they’le ne’r indureHis sight with any patience.

Iag.That was well.

Some body second that, and we shall see

Excellent pastime; for they’le ne’r indure

His sight with any patience.

Scanf.Doe i’faithThat they may see you haue conquer’d.

Scanf.Doe i’faith

That they may see you haue conquer’d.

Mis.And I will.But should they grow outragious—

Mis.And I will.

But should they grow outragious—

2. Gent.Feare not that: we’le all along with ye.

Mis.Will you conduct me safe vnto my Schoole?

Scan.I, I, we’le be your Gard.|Exeunt.|

Sfor.Oh what a Coward ’tis?

Iag.You doe him wrong:He fights not with his hands, but with his tongue.Why doe I trifle time? I’le to the Court;This crueltie afflicts my very soule.Good my Lord, ioyne with me; we’le to the King,And see if wee can alter this decree.Oh ’tis a royall Princesse, faire, and chaste!

Iag.You doe him wrong:

He fights not with his hands, but with his tongue.

Why doe I trifle time? I’le to the Court;

This crueltie afflicts my very soule.

Good my Lord, ioyne with me; we’le to the King,

And see if wee can alter this decree.

Oh ’tis a royall Princesse, faire, and chaste!

Sfor.But her disdaine, my Lord, hath bin the causeOf many hopefull Youths vntimely end;’Tis that has harden’d both the Commons hearts,And many a noble Peeres,

Sfor.But her disdaine, my Lord, hath bin the cause

Of many hopefull Youths vntimely end;

’Tis that has harden’d both the Commons hearts,

And many a noble Peeres,

Iag.Why, what of that?It is not fit affection should be forc’d:Let’s kneele vnto his Grace for her release.Iustice (like Lightning) euer should appeareTo few mens ruine, but to all mens feare.|Exit.|

Iag.Why, what of that?

It is not fit affection should be forc’d:

Let’s kneele vnto his Grace for her release.

Iustice (like Lightning) euer should appeare

To few mens ruine, but to all mens feare.|Exit.|

EnterNicanor,and a Gentleman.

Nic.The Princesse suffers then?Gent.This Morning, Sir,Vnlesse the mercie of the King be foundMore then is yet expected.Nic.Oh my heart,Canst thou indure to heare that heauie sound,And wilt not burst with griefe?Gent.Nay, good my Lord:Nic.Oh, worthie Sir, you did not know the ioyesThat we all lost in her. She was the hope,And onely comfort of Sicilia;And the last Branch was left of that faire stocke;Which (if she dye) is wither’d, quite decay’d.But I haue such a losse.Gent.You haue indeed:Yours is the greatest of a particular:For you haue lost a beautious Spouse, my Lord;And yet the rich hopes of a royall CrowneMight mitigate your sorrow. You are next.Nic.Doe not renew my griefe with naming that.Oh that it were to morrow! happie day,Bestow’d on some more meritorious,That might continue long, for I am old.I should be well content.Gent.Say not so:There’s no one merits that more then your selfe:You are elected by the Kings owne house,And generall consent of all the Realme,For the Successour after his decease:Whose life pray Heauen defend.Nic.Amen, Amen,And send him long to raigne; but not on earth.Sir, you are neere the King; Pray, if you heareHis Highnesse aske for me, excuse me, Sir:You see my sorrow’s such, I am vnfitTo come into the presence of a King.Gent.I see it, Sir, and will report as much.Nic.You will report a lye then; ha, ha, ha.My Lungs will not afford me wind enoughTo laugh my passions out. To gaine a Crowne,Who would not at a funerall laugh and sing?All men of wisedome would, and so will I:Yet to the worlds eye, I am drown’d in teares,And held most carefull of the King and State,When I meane nothing lesse.Lorenzo’sdead:The scornefull Princesse, that refus’d my loue,Is going to her death. The King, I know,Cannot continue long: Then may I say,As our Italian heires at fathers deaths,Quid Iude, Reine ta soll.The King alone made mee the King:Me thinkes I feele the royall DiademVpon my head already; ha, ha, ha.|Exit.|

Nic.The Princesse suffers then?

Gent.This Morning, Sir,Vnlesse the mercie of the King be foundMore then is yet expected.

Gent.This Morning, Sir,

Vnlesse the mercie of the King be found

More then is yet expected.

Nic.Oh my heart,Canst thou indure to heare that heauie sound,And wilt not burst with griefe?

Nic.Oh my heart,

Canst thou indure to heare that heauie sound,

And wilt not burst with griefe?

Gent.Nay, good my Lord:

Nic.Oh, worthie Sir, you did not know the ioyesThat we all lost in her. She was the hope,And onely comfort of Sicilia;And the last Branch was left of that faire stocke;Which (if she dye) is wither’d, quite decay’d.But I haue such a losse.

Nic.Oh, worthie Sir, you did not know the ioyes

That we all lost in her. She was the hope,

And onely comfort of Sicilia;

And the last Branch was left of that faire stocke;

Which (if she dye) is wither’d, quite decay’d.

But I haue such a losse.

Gent.You haue indeed:Yours is the greatest of a particular:For you haue lost a beautious Spouse, my Lord;And yet the rich hopes of a royall CrowneMight mitigate your sorrow. You are next.

Gent.You haue indeed:

Yours is the greatest of a particular:

For you haue lost a beautious Spouse, my Lord;

And yet the rich hopes of a royall Crowne

Might mitigate your sorrow. You are next.

Nic.Doe not renew my griefe with naming that.Oh that it were to morrow! happie day,Bestow’d on some more meritorious,That might continue long, for I am old.I should be well content.

Nic.Doe not renew my griefe with naming that.

Oh that it were to morrow! happie day,

Bestow’d on some more meritorious,

That might continue long, for I am old.

I should be well content.

Gent.Say not so:There’s no one merits that more then your selfe:You are elected by the Kings owne house,And generall consent of all the Realme,For the Successour after his decease:Whose life pray Heauen defend.

Gent.Say not so:

There’s no one merits that more then your selfe:

You are elected by the Kings owne house,

And generall consent of all the Realme,

For the Successour after his decease:

Whose life pray Heauen defend.

Nic.Amen, Amen,And send him long to raigne; but not on earth.Sir, you are neere the King; Pray, if you heareHis Highnesse aske for me, excuse me, Sir:You see my sorrow’s such, I am vnfitTo come into the presence of a King.

Nic.Amen, Amen,

And send him long to raigne; but not on earth.

Sir, you are neere the King; Pray, if you heare

His Highnesse aske for me, excuse me, Sir:

You see my sorrow’s such, I am vnfit

To come into the presence of a King.

Gent.I see it, Sir, and will report as much.

Nic.You will report a lye then; ha, ha, ha.My Lungs will not afford me wind enoughTo laugh my passions out. To gaine a Crowne,Who would not at a funerall laugh and sing?All men of wisedome would, and so will I:Yet to the worlds eye, I am drown’d in teares,And held most carefull of the King and State,When I meane nothing lesse.Lorenzo’sdead:The scornefull Princesse, that refus’d my loue,Is going to her death. The King, I know,Cannot continue long: Then may I say,As our Italian heires at fathers deaths,Quid Iude, Reine ta soll.The King alone made mee the King:Me thinkes I feele the royall DiademVpon my head already; ha, ha, ha.|Exit.|

Nic.You will report a lye then; ha, ha, ha.

My Lungs will not afford me wind enough

To laugh my passions out. To gaine a Crowne,

Who would not at a funerall laugh and sing?

All men of wisedome would, and so will I:

Yet to the worlds eye, I am drown’d in teares,

And held most carefull of the King and State,

When I meane nothing lesse.Lorenzo’sdead:

The scornefull Princesse, that refus’d my loue,

Is going to her death. The King, I know,

Cannot continue long: Then may I say,

As our Italian heires at fathers deaths,

Quid Iude, Reine ta soll.

The King alone made mee the King:

Me thinkes I feele the royall Diadem

Vpon my head already; ha, ha, ha.|Exit.|

A dumbe shew.Enter two Mourners, Atlantawith the Axe, Leonidaall in white, her haire loose, hung with ribans; supported on eyther side by two Ladies, Aureliafollowing as chiefe Mourner. Pase softly ouer the stage.

A dumbe shew.

Enter two Mourners, Atlantawith the Axe, Leonidaall in white, her haire loose, hung with ribans; supported on eyther side by two Ladies, Aureliafollowing as chiefe Mourner. Pase softly ouer the stage.

A Song in parts.Whilst wee sing the dolefull knellOf this Princesse passing-bell,Let the Woods and Valleys ringEcchoes to our sorrowing;And the Tenor of their Song,Be ding dong, ding, dong, dong,ding, dong, dong,ding, dong.Nature now shall boast no more,Of the riches of her Store,Since in this her chiefest prize,All the Stocke of beautie dies;Then, what cruell heart can longForbeare to sing this sad ding dong?This sad ding dong,ding dong.Fawnes and Siluans of the Woods,Nimphes that haunt the Cristall flouds,Sauage Beasts more milder thenThe vnrelenting hearts of men,Be partakers of our mone,And with vs sing ding dong, ding dong,ding dong, dong,ding dong.

A Song in parts.

Whilst wee sing the dolefull knellOf this Princesse passing-bell,Let the Woods and Valleys ringEcchoes to our sorrowing;And the Tenor of their Song,Be ding dong, ding, dong, dong,ding, dong, dong,ding, dong.

Whilst wee sing the dolefull knell

Of this Princesse passing-bell,

Let the Woods and Valleys ring

Ecchoes to our sorrowing;

And the Tenor of their Song,

Be ding dong, ding, dong, dong,

ding, dong, dong,

ding, dong.

Nature now shall boast no more,Of the riches of her Store,Since in this her chiefest prize,All the Stocke of beautie dies;Then, what cruell heart can longForbeare to sing this sad ding dong?This sad ding dong,ding dong.

Nature now shall boast no more,

Of the riches of her Store,

Since in this her chiefest prize,

All the Stocke of beautie dies;

Then, what cruell heart can long

Forbeare to sing this sad ding dong?

This sad ding dong,

ding dong.

Fawnes and Siluans of the Woods,Nimphes that haunt the Cristall flouds,Sauage Beasts more milder thenThe vnrelenting hearts of men,Be partakers of our mone,And with vs sing ding dong, ding dong,ding dong, dong,ding dong.

Fawnes and Siluans of the Woods,

Nimphes that haunt the Cristall flouds,

Sauage Beasts more milder then

The vnrelenting hearts of men,

Be partakers of our mone,

And with vs sing ding dong, ding dong,

ding dong, dong,

ding dong.

Exeunt Omnes.

EnterMisogynos,andSwash.

Mis.Swash.Swa.At your Buckler, Sir?Mis.Perceiu’st thou nothing,Swash?Swa.How meane you, Sir?Mis.No strange signe of alteration; hum.Swa.Beyond imagination.Mis.How, goodSwash?Swa.Why, from a Fencer, you’re turn’d Orator.Mis.Oh!Cedunt arma Togæ; that’s no wonder.Perceiu’st thou nothing else? Looke I not pale?Are not my armes infolded? my eyes fixt,My head deiected, my words passionate,And yet perceiu’st thou nothing?Swash.Let me see, me thinkes, you looke Sir, like someDesperate Gamester, that had lost all his estateIn a dicing House: you met notWith those Money-changers, did you?Or haue you falne amongst the female Sex,And they haue paid you for your last dayes worke?Mis.No, no, thou art as wide, as short in my disease:Thou neuer canst imagine what it is,Vnlesse, I tell thee.Swash, I am in loue.Swash.Ha, ha, ha, in loue?Mis.Nay, ’tis such a wonder,Swash, I scarce beleeue,It can be so, my selfe, and yet it is.Swash.The Deuill it is as soone, and sooner too:You loue the Deuill, better then a woman.Mis.Oh, doe not say so,Swash, I doe recant.Swash.In loue? not possible:This is some tempting Syren has bewitcht you.Mis.Oh! peace, goodSwash.Swash.Some Cockatrice, the very Curse of man?Mis.No more, if thou dost loue me.Swash.Your owne words.I know not how to please you better, Sir.Will you from Oratour, turne Heretike,And sinne against your owne Conscience?Mis.Oh,Swash, Swash!Cupid, the little Fencer playd his Prize,At seuerall weapons inAtlanta’seyes,He challeng’d me, we met and both did tryHis vtmost skill, to get the Victorie.Lookes were oppos’d ’gainst lookes, and stead of words,Were banded frowne ’gainst frowne, and words ’gainst wordsBut cunningCupidforecast me to recoile:For when he plaid at sharpe, I had the foyle.Swash.Nay, now he is in loue, I see it plaine:I was inspir’d with this Poeticall vaine,When I fell first in loue: God bo’y yee, Sir:I must goe looke another Master.Mis.Swash.Swash.Y’are a dead man: beleeue it, Sir,I would not giue two-pence for a LeaseOf a hundred pound a yeere made for your life.Can you that haue bin at defiance with vm all,Abused, arraigned vm, hang’d vm, if you could:You hang’d vm more then halfe, you tooke awayAll their good names, I’me sure, can you then hope,That any will loue you? A Ladie, Sir,Will sooner meet a Tinker in the street,And try what Metall lyes within his Budget,A Countesse lye with me, an EmperourTake a poore Milke-maide, Sir, to be his Wife,Before a Kitchen-Wench will fancie you.Mis.Doe not torment me, misbeleeuing Dolt,I tell thee, I doe loue, and must enioy.Swash.Who, in the name of women, should this bee?Mis.What an obtuse Conception do’st thou beare?Did not I tell thee, ’twasAtlanta, Swash?Swash.Who, she Amazonian Dame, your Aduocate,A Masculine Feminine?Mis.I,Swash,She must be more then Female, has the powerTo mollifie the temper of my Loue.Swash.Why, she’s the greatest enemie you haue.Mis.The greater is my glorie,Swash, in thatThat hauing vanquisht all, I attaine her.The Prize consists aloneIn my eternall credit and renowne.Oh, what a Race of wittie OratoursShall we beget betwixt vs: Come, goodSwash,Ile write a Letter to her presently,Which thou shalt carry: if thou speedst, I sweare,Thou shalt beSwetnamsHeire.Swash.The Deuill I feare,Will dispossesse me of that Heritage.

Mis.Swash.

Swa.At your Buckler, Sir?

Mis.Perceiu’st thou nothing,Swash?

Swa.How meane you, Sir?

Mis.No strange signe of alteration; hum.

Swa.Beyond imagination.

Mis.How, goodSwash?

Swa.Why, from a Fencer, you’re turn’d Orator.

Mis.Oh!Cedunt arma Togæ; that’s no wonder.Perceiu’st thou nothing else? Looke I not pale?Are not my armes infolded? my eyes fixt,My head deiected, my words passionate,And yet perceiu’st thou nothing?

Mis.Oh!Cedunt arma Togæ; that’s no wonder.

Perceiu’st thou nothing else? Looke I not pale?

Are not my armes infolded? my eyes fixt,

My head deiected, my words passionate,

And yet perceiu’st thou nothing?

Swash.Let me see, me thinkes, you looke Sir, like someDesperate Gamester, that had lost all his estateIn a dicing House: you met notWith those Money-changers, did you?Or haue you falne amongst the female Sex,And they haue paid you for your last dayes worke?

Swash.Let me see, me thinkes, you looke Sir, like some

Desperate Gamester, that had lost all his estate

In a dicing House: you met not

With those Money-changers, did you?

Or haue you falne amongst the female Sex,

And they haue paid you for your last dayes worke?

Mis.No, no, thou art as wide, as short in my disease:Thou neuer canst imagine what it is,Vnlesse, I tell thee.Swash, I am in loue.

Mis.No, no, thou art as wide, as short in my disease:

Thou neuer canst imagine what it is,

Vnlesse, I tell thee.Swash, I am in loue.

Swash.Ha, ha, ha, in loue?

Mis.Nay, ’tis such a wonder,Swash, I scarce beleeue,It can be so, my selfe, and yet it is.

Mis.Nay, ’tis such a wonder,Swash, I scarce beleeue,

It can be so, my selfe, and yet it is.

Swash.The Deuill it is as soone, and sooner too:You loue the Deuill, better then a woman.

Swash.The Deuill it is as soone, and sooner too:

You loue the Deuill, better then a woman.

Mis.Oh, doe not say so,Swash, I doe recant.

Swash.In loue? not possible:This is some tempting Syren has bewitcht you.

Swash.In loue? not possible:

This is some tempting Syren has bewitcht you.

Mis.Oh! peace, goodSwash.

Swash.Some Cockatrice, the very Curse of man?

Mis.No more, if thou dost loue me.

Swash.Your owne words.I know not how to please you better, Sir.Will you from Oratour, turne Heretike,And sinne against your owne Conscience?

Swash.Your owne words.

I know not how to please you better, Sir.

Will you from Oratour, turne Heretike,

And sinne against your owne Conscience?

Mis.Oh,Swash, Swash!Cupid, the little Fencer playd his Prize,At seuerall weapons inAtlanta’seyes,He challeng’d me, we met and both did tryHis vtmost skill, to get the Victorie.Lookes were oppos’d ’gainst lookes, and stead of words,Were banded frowne ’gainst frowne, and words ’gainst wordsBut cunningCupidforecast me to recoile:For when he plaid at sharpe, I had the foyle.

Mis.Oh,Swash, Swash!

Cupid, the little Fencer playd his Prize,

At seuerall weapons inAtlanta’seyes,

He challeng’d me, we met and both did try

His vtmost skill, to get the Victorie.

Lookes were oppos’d ’gainst lookes, and stead of words,

Were banded frowne ’gainst frowne, and words ’gainst words

But cunningCupidforecast me to recoile:

For when he plaid at sharpe, I had the foyle.

Swash.Nay, now he is in loue, I see it plaine:I was inspir’d with this Poeticall vaine,When I fell first in loue: God bo’y yee, Sir:I must goe looke another Master.

Swash.Nay, now he is in loue, I see it plaine:

I was inspir’d with this Poeticall vaine,

When I fell first in loue: God bo’y yee, Sir:

I must goe looke another Master.

Mis.Swash.

Swash.Y’are a dead man: beleeue it, Sir,I would not giue two-pence for a LeaseOf a hundred pound a yeere made for your life.Can you that haue bin at defiance with vm all,Abused, arraigned vm, hang’d vm, if you could:You hang’d vm more then halfe, you tooke awayAll their good names, I’me sure, can you then hope,That any will loue you? A Ladie, Sir,Will sooner meet a Tinker in the street,And try what Metall lyes within his Budget,A Countesse lye with me, an EmperourTake a poore Milke-maide, Sir, to be his Wife,Before a Kitchen-Wench will fancie you.

Swash.Y’are a dead man: beleeue it, Sir,

I would not giue two-pence for a Lease

Of a hundred pound a yeere made for your life.

Can you that haue bin at defiance with vm all,

Abused, arraigned vm, hang’d vm, if you could:

You hang’d vm more then halfe, you tooke away

All their good names, I’me sure, can you then hope,

That any will loue you? A Ladie, Sir,

Will sooner meet a Tinker in the street,

And try what Metall lyes within his Budget,

A Countesse lye with me, an Emperour

Take a poore Milke-maide, Sir, to be his Wife,

Before a Kitchen-Wench will fancie you.

Mis.Doe not torment me, misbeleeuing Dolt,I tell thee, I doe loue, and must enioy.

Mis.Doe not torment me, misbeleeuing Dolt,

I tell thee, I doe loue, and must enioy.

Swash.Who, in the name of women, should this bee?

Mis.What an obtuse Conception do’st thou beare?Did not I tell thee, ’twasAtlanta, Swash?

Mis.What an obtuse Conception do’st thou beare?

Did not I tell thee, ’twasAtlanta, Swash?

Swash.Who, she Amazonian Dame, your Aduocate,A Masculine Feminine?

Swash.Who, she Amazonian Dame, your Aduocate,

A Masculine Feminine?

Mis.I,Swash,She must be more then Female, has the powerTo mollifie the temper of my Loue.

Mis.I,Swash,

She must be more then Female, has the power

To mollifie the temper of my Loue.

Swash.Why, she’s the greatest enemie you haue.

Mis.The greater is my glorie,Swash, in thatThat hauing vanquisht all, I attaine her.The Prize consists aloneIn my eternall credit and renowne.Oh, what a Race of wittie OratoursShall we beget betwixt vs: Come, goodSwash,Ile write a Letter to her presently,Which thou shalt carry: if thou speedst, I sweare,Thou shalt beSwetnamsHeire.

Mis.The greater is my glorie,Swash, in that

That hauing vanquisht all, I attaine her.

The Prize consists alone

In my eternall credit and renowne.

Oh, what a Race of wittie Oratours

Shall we beget betwixt vs: Come, goodSwash,

Ile write a Letter to her presently,

Which thou shalt carry: if thou speedst, I sweare,

Thou shalt beSwetnamsHeire.

Swash.The Deuill I feare,Will dispossesse me of that Heritage.

Swash.The Deuill I feare,

Will dispossesse me of that Heritage.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1. Gent.But are you sure she is beheaded, Sir?2. Gent.Most certaine, Sir, both by the Kings Decree,And generall voyce of all, for instance see.1. Gent.The wofull’st sight.That ere mine eyes beheld.2. Gent.A sight of griefe and horrour.1. Gent.It is a piece of the extremest IusticeThat euer Memory can Register.2. Gent.I, in a Father.1. Gent.Oh, I pray forbeare,The time is full of danger euery-where.|Exeunt.|

1. Gent.But are you sure she is beheaded, Sir?

2. Gent.Most certaine, Sir, both by the Kings Decree,And generall voyce of all, for instance see.

2. Gent.Most certaine, Sir, both by the Kings Decree,

And generall voyce of all, for instance see.

1. Gent.The wofull’st sight.That ere mine eyes beheld.

1. Gent.The wofull’st sight.

That ere mine eyes beheld.

2. Gent.A sight of griefe and horrour.

1. Gent.It is a piece of the extremest IusticeThat euer Memory can Register.

1. Gent.It is a piece of the extremest Iustice

That euer Memory can Register.

2. Gent.I, in a Father.

1. Gent.Oh, I pray forbeare,The time is full of danger euery-where.|Exeunt.|

1. Gent.Oh, I pray forbeare,

The time is full of danger euery-where.|Exeunt.|

EnterLisander,and the Guard.

Lis.Good gentle friends, before I leaue the Land,Suffer me to take my last fare-wellOf my owne dearest deareLeonida.Accept this poore reward: would time permit.I would more largely recompence your loues.1. Gua.You haue preuail’d, my Lord, but pray bee briefe.We are inioyn’d by strict Commission,To see you shipt away this present tyde.Lis.Indeed, I will.1. Gua.Then here you may behold,All that is left of faireLeonida.Lis.Oh——2. Gua.How fare you, Sir.Lis.Oh, Gentlemen,Can you behold this sacred Cabinet,Which Nature once had made her Treasurie?But now broke ope by sacrilegious hands,And not let fall a teare: you are vnkind.Not Marble but would wet at such a sight,And cannot you, strange stupiditie!Thou meere Relike of my dearest Saint!Vpon this Altar I will sacrificeThis Offering to appeaze thy murd’red Ghost.1. Gua.Restraine, my Lord, this Passion, we lamentAs much as you, and grieue vnfaynedlyFor her vntimely losse.Lis.As much as I? Oh, ’tis not possible.You temporize with sorrow: mine’s sincere,Which I will manifest to all the World.See what a beauteous forme she yet retaynes,In the despight of Fate, that men may see,Death could not seize but on her mortall parts:Her beautie was diuine and heauenly.1. Gua.Nay, good my Lord, dispatch, the time’s but short.Lis.Indeed, I will, to make an end of time:For I can liue no longer, since that she,For whose sake onely, I held truce with time,Hath left me desolate: no, diuinest loue,What liuing was deny’d vs, weele enioyIn Immortalitie, where no Crueltie,Vnder the forme of Iustice, dare appeare.Sweet sacred Spirit, make not too much hasteTo the Elizian Fields, stay but awhile,And I will follow thee with swifter speed,Then meditation: thus I seale my vow.|Kisses.|Me thinkes, I feele fresh heat, as if her souleHad resum’d her former seate agen,To solemnize this blessed Vnion,In our last consummation, or else it stayes,Awayting onely for my companie:It does, indeed, and I haue done thee wrong,To let thy heauenly eyes want me so long,But now I come, deare Loue, Oh, oh!1. Gua.What sound was that?2. Gua.Oh, we are all vndone,The Prince has slaine himselfe: what shall we doe?1. Gua.There is no way but one, let’s leaue the Land,If we stay heere, we shall be sure to dye,And suffer for our too much lenitie,Though we are innocent.2. Gua.Then haste away:The doome weele execute vpon our selues,And ship with speed for Holland, there, no doubt,We shall haue entertaynment,There are warres threatned betwixt Spaine and them.1. Gua.Then let vs hoyse vp sayle, mercy receiueThy soule to Heauen, Earth to Earth we leaue.|Exeunt.|

Lis.Good gentle friends, before I leaue the Land,

Suffer me to take my last fare-well

Of my owne dearest deareLeonida.

Accept this poore reward: would time permit.

I would more largely recompence your loues.

1. Gua.You haue preuail’d, my Lord, but pray bee briefe.We are inioyn’d by strict Commission,To see you shipt away this present tyde.

1. Gua.You haue preuail’d, my Lord, but pray bee briefe.

We are inioyn’d by strict Commission,

To see you shipt away this present tyde.

Lis.Indeed, I will.

1. Gua.Then here you may behold,All that is left of faireLeonida.

1. Gua.Then here you may behold,

All that is left of faireLeonida.

Lis.Oh——

2. Gua.How fare you, Sir.

Lis.Oh, Gentlemen,Can you behold this sacred Cabinet,Which Nature once had made her Treasurie?But now broke ope by sacrilegious hands,And not let fall a teare: you are vnkind.Not Marble but would wet at such a sight,And cannot you, strange stupiditie!Thou meere Relike of my dearest Saint!Vpon this Altar I will sacrificeThis Offering to appeaze thy murd’red Ghost.

Lis.Oh, Gentlemen,

Can you behold this sacred Cabinet,

Which Nature once had made her Treasurie?

But now broke ope by sacrilegious hands,

And not let fall a teare: you are vnkind.

Not Marble but would wet at such a sight,

And cannot you, strange stupiditie!

Thou meere Relike of my dearest Saint!

Vpon this Altar I will sacrifice

This Offering to appeaze thy murd’red Ghost.

1. Gua.Restraine, my Lord, this Passion, we lamentAs much as you, and grieue vnfaynedlyFor her vntimely losse.

1. Gua.Restraine, my Lord, this Passion, we lament

As much as you, and grieue vnfaynedly

For her vntimely losse.

Lis.As much as I? Oh, ’tis not possible.You temporize with sorrow: mine’s sincere,Which I will manifest to all the World.See what a beauteous forme she yet retaynes,In the despight of Fate, that men may see,Death could not seize but on her mortall parts:Her beautie was diuine and heauenly.

Lis.As much as I? Oh, ’tis not possible.

You temporize with sorrow: mine’s sincere,

Which I will manifest to all the World.

See what a beauteous forme she yet retaynes,

In the despight of Fate, that men may see,

Death could not seize but on her mortall parts:

Her beautie was diuine and heauenly.

1. Gua.Nay, good my Lord, dispatch, the time’s but short.

Lis.Indeed, I will, to make an end of time:For I can liue no longer, since that she,For whose sake onely, I held truce with time,Hath left me desolate: no, diuinest loue,What liuing was deny’d vs, weele enioyIn Immortalitie, where no Crueltie,Vnder the forme of Iustice, dare appeare.Sweet sacred Spirit, make not too much hasteTo the Elizian Fields, stay but awhile,And I will follow thee with swifter speed,Then meditation: thus I seale my vow.|Kisses.|Me thinkes, I feele fresh heat, as if her souleHad resum’d her former seate agen,To solemnize this blessed Vnion,In our last consummation, or else it stayes,Awayting onely for my companie:It does, indeed, and I haue done thee wrong,To let thy heauenly eyes want me so long,But now I come, deare Loue, Oh, oh!

Lis.Indeed, I will, to make an end of time:

For I can liue no longer, since that she,

For whose sake onely, I held truce with time,

Hath left me desolate: no, diuinest loue,

What liuing was deny’d vs, weele enioy

In Immortalitie, where no Crueltie,

Vnder the forme of Iustice, dare appeare.

Sweet sacred Spirit, make not too much haste

To the Elizian Fields, stay but awhile,

And I will follow thee with swifter speed,

Then meditation: thus I seale my vow.|Kisses.|

Me thinkes, I feele fresh heat, as if her soule

Had resum’d her former seate agen,

To solemnize this blessed Vnion,

In our last consummation, or else it stayes,

Awayting onely for my companie:

It does, indeed, and I haue done thee wrong,

To let thy heauenly eyes want me so long,

But now I come, deare Loue, Oh, oh!

1. Gua.What sound was that?

2. Gua.Oh, we are all vndone,The Prince has slaine himselfe: what shall we doe?

2. Gua.Oh, we are all vndone,

The Prince has slaine himselfe: what shall we doe?

1. Gua.There is no way but one, let’s leaue the Land,If we stay heere, we shall be sure to dye,And suffer for our too much lenitie,Though we are innocent.

1. Gua.There is no way but one, let’s leaue the Land,

If we stay heere, we shall be sure to dye,

And suffer for our too much lenitie,

Though we are innocent.

2. Gua.Then haste away:The doome weele execute vpon our selues,And ship with speed for Holland, there, no doubt,We shall haue entertaynment,There are warres threatned betwixt Spaine and them.

2. Gua.Then haste away:

The doome weele execute vpon our selues,

And ship with speed for Holland, there, no doubt,

We shall haue entertaynment,

There are warres threatned betwixt Spaine and them.

1. Gua.Then let vs hoyse vp sayle, mercy receiueThy soule to Heauen, Earth to Earth we leaue.|Exeunt.|

1. Gua.Then let vs hoyse vp sayle, mercy receiue

Thy soule to Heauen, Earth to Earth we leaue.|Exeunt.|

EnterAtlanta.

Atlan.What spectacle is this? A man new slaine,Close by the Princes Herse! Who is’t? Oh, me,The Noble PrinceLisandro. Cruell Fate,Is there no hope of life? See, he looks vp,Ile beare him out of the ayre, and stop his wound:If there be any hope, I haue a BalmeOf knowne experience, in effecting curesAlmost impossible, and if the woundBe not too deadly, will recouer him.|Exit Lorenzo.|

Atlan.What spectacle is this? A man new slaine,

Close by the Princes Herse! Who is’t? Oh, me,

The Noble PrinceLisandro. Cruell Fate,

Is there no hope of life? See, he looks vp,

Ile beare him out of the ayre, and stop his wound:

If there be any hope, I haue a Balme

Of knowne experience, in effecting cures

Almost impossible, and if the wound

Be not too deadly, will recouer him.|Exit Lorenzo.|

EnterAureliaandIago.

Iag.Deare Queene, haue patience.Aur.How,Iago, patience?Tis such a sinne, that were I guiltie of,I should despayre of mercie. Can a MotherHaue all the blessings both of Heauen and Earth,The hopefull issue of a thousand soulesExtinct in one, and yet haue patience?I wonder patient Heauen beares so long,And not send thunder to destroy the Land.The Earth, me thinkes, should vomit sulph’rous Damps,To stifle and annoy both man and beast,Seditious Hell should send blacke Furies forth.To terrifie the hearts of tyrant Kings.What say the people? doe they not exclaime,And curse the seruile yoke, in which th’are bound.Vnder so mercilesse a Gouernour?Iag.Madame, in euery mouth is heard to sound.Nothing but murmurings and priuate whispers,Tending to seuerall ends: but all conclude,The King was too seuere for such a Fact.

Iag.Deare Queene, haue patience.

Aur.How,Iago, patience?Tis such a sinne, that were I guiltie of,I should despayre of mercie. Can a MotherHaue all the blessings both of Heauen and Earth,The hopefull issue of a thousand soulesExtinct in one, and yet haue patience?I wonder patient Heauen beares so long,And not send thunder to destroy the Land.The Earth, me thinkes, should vomit sulph’rous Damps,To stifle and annoy both man and beast,Seditious Hell should send blacke Furies forth.To terrifie the hearts of tyrant Kings.What say the people? doe they not exclaime,And curse the seruile yoke, in which th’are bound.Vnder so mercilesse a Gouernour?

Aur.How,Iago, patience?

Tis such a sinne, that were I guiltie of,

I should despayre of mercie. Can a Mother

Haue all the blessings both of Heauen and Earth,

The hopefull issue of a thousand soules

Extinct in one, and yet haue patience?

I wonder patient Heauen beares so long,

And not send thunder to destroy the Land.

The Earth, me thinkes, should vomit sulph’rous Damps,

To stifle and annoy both man and beast,

Seditious Hell should send blacke Furies forth.

To terrifie the hearts of tyrant Kings.

What say the people? doe they not exclaime,

And curse the seruile yoke, in which th’are bound.

Vnder so mercilesse a Gouernour?

Iag.Madame, in euery mouth is heard to sound.Nothing but murmurings and priuate whispers,Tending to seuerall ends: but all conclude,The King was too seuere for such a Fact.

Iag.Madame, in euery mouth is heard to sound.

Nothing but murmurings and priuate whispers,

Tending to seuerall ends: but all conclude,

The King was too seuere for such a Fact.

EnterAtlanta.

Aur.Atlanta, welcome, Oh my child, my child.There lies the summe of all my miserie!Atl.Gracious Madame, doe but heare me speake.Aur.Atlanta, I should wrong thy merit else.What wouldst thou say?Something I know, to mitigate my griefe.Atl.Rather to adde to your afflictions,I am the Messenger of heauie Newes.Lisandro, Prince of Naples,Aur.What of him?Atl.Beholding the sad obiect of his loue,His violent passion draue him to despayre,And he hath slaine himselfe.Iag.Disastrous chance!Atl.I found him gasping for his latest breath,And bore him to my LordIago’shouse,I vs’d my best of skill to saue his life:But all, I feare, in vaine: the mortall woundI find incurable: yet I prolong’dHis life a little, that he yet drawes breath:Goe you and visit him with vtmost speed:The Queene and I will follow.Iag.Goe? Ile runne.|Exit Iago.|Aur.Was euer Father so vnmercifull,But for that Monster that was cause of this,That bloudie, cruell, and inhumane wretch,That slanderous Detractor of our Sex:ThatMisogynos, that blasphemous Slaue?I will be so reueng’d.

Aur.Atlanta, welcome, Oh my child, my child.There lies the summe of all my miserie!

Aur.Atlanta, welcome, Oh my child, my child.

There lies the summe of all my miserie!

Atl.Gracious Madame, doe but heare me speake.

Aur.Atlanta, I should wrong thy merit else.What wouldst thou say?Something I know, to mitigate my griefe.

Aur.Atlanta, I should wrong thy merit else.

What wouldst thou say?

Something I know, to mitigate my griefe.

Atl.Rather to adde to your afflictions,I am the Messenger of heauie Newes.Lisandro, Prince of Naples,

Atl.Rather to adde to your afflictions,

I am the Messenger of heauie Newes.

Lisandro, Prince of Naples,

Aur.What of him?

Atl.Beholding the sad obiect of his loue,His violent passion draue him to despayre,And he hath slaine himselfe.

Atl.Beholding the sad obiect of his loue,

His violent passion draue him to despayre,

And he hath slaine himselfe.

Iag.Disastrous chance!

Atl.I found him gasping for his latest breath,And bore him to my LordIago’shouse,I vs’d my best of skill to saue his life:But all, I feare, in vaine: the mortall woundI find incurable: yet I prolong’dHis life a little, that he yet drawes breath:Goe you and visit him with vtmost speed:The Queene and I will follow.

Atl.I found him gasping for his latest breath,

And bore him to my LordIago’shouse,

I vs’d my best of skill to saue his life:

But all, I feare, in vaine: the mortall wound

I find incurable: yet I prolong’d

His life a little, that he yet drawes breath:

Goe you and visit him with vtmost speed:

The Queene and I will follow.

Iag.Goe? Ile runne.|Exit Iago.|

Aur.Was euer Father so vnmercifull,But for that Monster that was cause of this,That bloudie, cruell, and inhumane wretch,That slanderous Detractor of our Sex:ThatMisogynos, that blasphemous Slaue?I will be so reueng’d.

Aur.Was euer Father so vnmercifull,

But for that Monster that was cause of this,

That bloudie, cruell, and inhumane wretch,

That slanderous Detractor of our Sex:

ThatMisogynos, that blasphemous Slaue?

I will be so reueng’d.

Enter Clowne.

Atlan.Madame, no more,He is not worth your wrath:Let me alone with him.Clow.Whist, doe you heare?Atlan.How now, what art thou?Clow.Not your Seruant, and yet a Messenger,No Seruingman, and yet an Vsher too.Atlan.What are you then, Sir? speake.Clow.That can resolue you, and yet cannot speake,I am no Foole, I am a Fencer, Sir.Aur.A Fencer, sirrah? ha, what Countrey-man?Clow.This Countrey-man, forsooth, but yet borne inEngland.Aur.How? borne in England, & this Countrey-man?Clow.I haue bin borne in many Countreyes, Madame,But I thinke I am best be this Countrey-man,For many take me for a silly one.Aur.For a silly one?Clow.I, a silly one.Atlan.Oh, Madame, I haue such welcomenesse!Aur.For me, what is’t?Atlan.The baytes of women haue preuented vs,And hee has intrapt himselfe.Aur.How, by what accident?Atlan.Loue, Madame, loue, read that.Aur.How’s this?To the most wise and vertuous Amazon,Chiefe pride and glorie of the Female Sex.A promising induction: what’s within?Magnanimous Ladie, maruell not,That your once Aduersary do’s submit himselfeTo your vnconquer’d beautie.Atlan.Cunning Slaue.Aur.Rather impute it to the power of loue,Whose heauenly influence hath wrought in me,So strange a Metamorphosis.Atlan.The very quintessence of flatterie.Aur.In so much, I vow hereafter, to spend all my dayes,Deuoted to your seruice, it shall beTo expiate my former blasphemies:My desire is shortly to visit you.Atlan.It shall be to your cost then.Aur.To make testimony of my hearty contrition,Till when and euer I will protest my selfe,To be the conuertedMisogynist.Atlan.Ha, ha, ha, why, this is excellent!Beyond imagination.Aur.You must not slip this oportunitie.Atlan.Ile not let passe a minute: his owne manIle make an instrument to feed hisFollies with a kind acceptance, and when he comes,Let me alone to plot his punishment.Aur.ExcellentAtlanta, I applaud thy wit.Atlan.Ile make him an example to all men,That dares calumniate a womans fame.Attend an answere, Ile reward thee well.Clow.I thanke your Madame-ship, Ime glad o’ this,Tis the best hit that euer Fencer gaue.|Exeunt.|

Atlan.Madame, no more,He is not worth your wrath:Let me alone with him.

Atlan.Madame, no more,

He is not worth your wrath:

Let me alone with him.

Clow.Whist, doe you heare?

Atlan.How now, what art thou?

Clow.Not your Seruant, and yet a Messenger,No Seruingman, and yet an Vsher too.

Clow.Not your Seruant, and yet a Messenger,

No Seruingman, and yet an Vsher too.

Atlan.What are you then, Sir? speake.

Clow.That can resolue you, and yet cannot speake,I am no Foole, I am a Fencer, Sir.

Clow.That can resolue you, and yet cannot speake,

I am no Foole, I am a Fencer, Sir.

Aur.A Fencer, sirrah? ha, what Countrey-man?

Clow.This Countrey-man, forsooth, but yet borne inEngland.

Clow.This Countrey-man, forsooth, but yet borne in

England.

Aur.How? borne in England, & this Countrey-man?

Clow.I haue bin borne in many Countreyes, Madame,But I thinke I am best be this Countrey-man,For many take me for a silly one.

Clow.I haue bin borne in many Countreyes, Madame,

But I thinke I am best be this Countrey-man,

For many take me for a silly one.

Aur.For a silly one?

Clow.I, a silly one.

Atlan.Oh, Madame, I haue such welcomenesse!

Aur.For me, what is’t?

Atlan.The baytes of women haue preuented vs,And hee has intrapt himselfe.

Atlan.The baytes of women haue preuented vs,

And hee has intrapt himselfe.

Aur.How, by what accident?

Atlan.Loue, Madame, loue, read that.

Aur.How’s this?To the most wise and vertuous Amazon,Chiefe pride and glorie of the Female Sex.A promising induction: what’s within?Magnanimous Ladie, maruell not,That your once Aduersary do’s submit himselfeTo your vnconquer’d beautie.

Aur.How’s this?

To the most wise and vertuous Amazon,

Chiefe pride and glorie of the Female Sex.

A promising induction: what’s within?

Magnanimous Ladie, maruell not,

That your once Aduersary do’s submit himselfe

To your vnconquer’d beautie.

Atlan.Cunning Slaue.

Aur.Rather impute it to the power of loue,Whose heauenly influence hath wrought in me,So strange a Metamorphosis.

Aur.Rather impute it to the power of loue,

Whose heauenly influence hath wrought in me,

So strange a Metamorphosis.

Atlan.The very quintessence of flatterie.

Aur.In so much, I vow hereafter, to spend all my dayes,Deuoted to your seruice, it shall beTo expiate my former blasphemies:My desire is shortly to visit you.

Aur.In so much, I vow hereafter, to spend all my dayes,

Deuoted to your seruice, it shall be

To expiate my former blasphemies:

My desire is shortly to visit you.

Atlan.It shall be to your cost then.

Aur.To make testimony of my hearty contrition,Till when and euer I will protest my selfe,To be the conuertedMisogynist.

Aur.To make testimony of my hearty contrition,

Till when and euer I will protest my selfe,

To be the conuertedMisogynist.

Atlan.Ha, ha, ha, why, this is excellent!Beyond imagination.

Atlan.Ha, ha, ha, why, this is excellent!

Beyond imagination.

Aur.You must not slip this oportunitie.

Atlan.Ile not let passe a minute: his owne manIle make an instrument to feed hisFollies with a kind acceptance, and when he comes,Let me alone to plot his punishment.

Atlan.Ile not let passe a minute: his owne man

Ile make an instrument to feed his

Follies with a kind acceptance, and when he comes,

Let me alone to plot his punishment.

Aur.ExcellentAtlanta, I applaud thy wit.

Atlan.Ile make him an example to all men,That dares calumniate a womans fame.Attend an answere, Ile reward thee well.

Atlan.Ile make him an example to all men,

That dares calumniate a womans fame.

Attend an answere, Ile reward thee well.

Clow.I thanke your Madame-ship, Ime glad o’ this,Tis the best hit that euer Fencer gaue.|Exeunt.|

Clow.I thanke your Madame-ship, Ime glad o’ this,

Tis the best hit that euer Fencer gaue.|Exeunt.|

EnterAtticus, Iago, Sforza,andNicanor.

Att.How took the Girle her death? did she not raue?Exclaime vpon me for the Iustice doneBy a iust Father? how tooke Naples sonneHis Exile from our Land? What, no man speake?My Lords, whence springs this alteration?Why stand you thus amaz’d? Methinks your eyesAre fixt in Meditation; and all hereSeeme like so many sencelesse Statues,As if your soules had suffer’d an eclipse,Betwixt your iudgements and affections:Is it not so? 'Sdeath, no man answers?Iago, you can tell: I’me sure you sawThe execution ofLeonida,Not yet a sillable? If once agenWe doe but aske the question, Death tyes vpYour soules for euer. Call a Heads-man there.If for our daughter this dumbe griefe proceed,Why should not We lament as well as you?I was her father; whose deare life I priz’dAboue mine owne, before she did transgresse:And, could the Law haue so bin satisfi’d.Mine should ha’ paid the ransome of her cryme.But, that the World should know our equitie,Were she a thousand daughters she should die.Iag.I can forbeare no longer. Then (Sir) know,It was about that time, when as the SunneHad newly climb’d ouer the Easterne hils,To glad the world with his diurnall heat,When the sad ministers of Iustice tookeYour daughter from the bosome of the QueeneWhom now she had instructed to receiueDeaths cold imbraces with alacritie:Which she so well had learn’d, that shee did striue,Like a too forward Scholler, to exceedHer Teachers doctrine,So cheerefully she went vnto the Block,As if shee’d past vnto her nuptiall bed.And as the trembling Bride when she espiesThe Bridegroome hastily vnclothe himselfe,And now beginning to approch the bed,Then she began to quake and shrinke away,To shun the separation of that head,Which is imaginary onely, and not reall.So, when she saw her ExecutionerStand readie to strike out that fatall blow,Nature, her frailtie, and the alluring world,Did then begin to oppose her constancie:But she, whose mind was of a nobler frame,Vanquish’d all oppositions, and imbrac’dThe stroke with courage beyond Womans strength;And the last words she spoke, said, I reioyceThat I am free’d of Fathers tyrannie.Attic.Forbeare to vtter more. We are not pleas’dWith these vnpleasing accents: Leaue the worldSo cheerefully, and speake of tyrannie:She was not guiltie sure. We’le heare no more.Iag.Sir, but you shall: since you inforc’d me speake,I will not leaue a sillable vntold.You ask’d if Naples sonne were banish’d too?Yes, he is banish’d euer from the sightOf mortall eyes againe: for he is dead.Nic.Lisandrodead! By what occasion?Iag.I scorne to answer thee. The King shall know,It was his chance vpon that haplesse houre,To passe that way, conducted by his gard,Towards his banishment; where he beheldThe wofull obiect of the Princesse head:There might you see loue, pittie, rage, despaire,Acting together in their seuerall shapes;That it was hard to iudge, which of all thoseWere most predominant. At last, despaireBecame sole Monarke of his passions,Which drew him to this error: Hauing gotLeaue of his gard to celebrate his vowes,Vnto that precious relique of his Saint,Where hauing breath’d a mournfull Elegie,After a thousand sighs, ten thousand grones,Still crying out,Leonida, my loue!Then, as his death were limited by hers,He sacrifiz’d his life vnto her loue:For there (vnluckily) he slew himselfe.Sfor.The King’s displeas’d, my Lord.Iag.No matter: I’me glad I touch’d his conscienceTo the quicke. Did you not seeHow my relation chang’d his countenance,As if my words ingendred in his brestSome new-bred passions?Sfor.Yes, and did obserueHow fearefully he gaz’d vpon vs all:|Enter Queene.|Pray heauen it proue not ominous.Iag.The Queene!Quee.Where is this King? this King? this tyrant? HeThat would be cald The iust and righteous King,When in his actions he is most vniust;Beyond example, cruell, tyrannous?Where is my daughter? Where’sLeonida?Where isLusippustoo, my first borne hope?And where is deareLorenzo? dead? all dead?And would to God I were intomb’d with them,Emptie of substance. Curse of Soueraigntie,That feed’st thy fancie with deluding hopesOf fickle shadowes; promising to one,Eternitie of fame; and vnto all,To be accounted wise and vertuous,Obseruing but your Lawes and iust decrees;That vnder shew of being mercifull,Art most vnkind, and cruell: nay, ’tis true.Goe where thou wilt, still will I follow thee,And with my sad laments still beat thy eares,Till all the world of thy iustice heares.|Ex. King, and Qu.|

Att.How took the Girle her death? did she not raue?

Exclaime vpon me for the Iustice done

By a iust Father? how tooke Naples sonne

His Exile from our Land? What, no man speake?

My Lords, whence springs this alteration?

Why stand you thus amaz’d? Methinks your eyes

Are fixt in Meditation; and all here

Seeme like so many sencelesse Statues,

As if your soules had suffer’d an eclipse,

Betwixt your iudgements and affections:

Is it not so? 'Sdeath, no man answers?

Iago, you can tell: I’me sure you saw

The execution ofLeonida,

Not yet a sillable? If once agen

We doe but aske the question, Death tyes vp

Your soules for euer. Call a Heads-man there.

If for our daughter this dumbe griefe proceed,

Why should not We lament as well as you?

I was her father; whose deare life I priz’d

Aboue mine owne, before she did transgresse:

And, could the Law haue so bin satisfi’d.

Mine should ha’ paid the ransome of her cryme.

But, that the World should know our equitie,

Were she a thousand daughters she should die.

Iag.I can forbeare no longer. Then (Sir) know,It was about that time, when as the SunneHad newly climb’d ouer the Easterne hils,To glad the world with his diurnall heat,When the sad ministers of Iustice tookeYour daughter from the bosome of the QueeneWhom now she had instructed to receiueDeaths cold imbraces with alacritie:Which she so well had learn’d, that shee did striue,Like a too forward Scholler, to exceedHer Teachers doctrine,So cheerefully she went vnto the Block,As if shee’d past vnto her nuptiall bed.And as the trembling Bride when she espiesThe Bridegroome hastily vnclothe himselfe,And now beginning to approch the bed,Then she began to quake and shrinke away,To shun the separation of that head,Which is imaginary onely, and not reall.So, when she saw her ExecutionerStand readie to strike out that fatall blow,Nature, her frailtie, and the alluring world,Did then begin to oppose her constancie:But she, whose mind was of a nobler frame,Vanquish’d all oppositions, and imbrac’dThe stroke with courage beyond Womans strength;And the last words she spoke, said, I reioyceThat I am free’d of Fathers tyrannie.

Iag.I can forbeare no longer. Then (Sir) know,

It was about that time, when as the Sunne

Had newly climb’d ouer the Easterne hils,

To glad the world with his diurnall heat,

When the sad ministers of Iustice tooke

Your daughter from the bosome of the Queene

Whom now she had instructed to receiue

Deaths cold imbraces with alacritie:

Which she so well had learn’d, that shee did striue,

Like a too forward Scholler, to exceed

Her Teachers doctrine,

So cheerefully she went vnto the Block,

As if shee’d past vnto her nuptiall bed.

And as the trembling Bride when she espies

The Bridegroome hastily vnclothe himselfe,

And now beginning to approch the bed,

Then she began to quake and shrinke away,

To shun the separation of that head,

Which is imaginary onely, and not reall.

So, when she saw her Executioner

Stand readie to strike out that fatall blow,

Nature, her frailtie, and the alluring world,

Did then begin to oppose her constancie:

But she, whose mind was of a nobler frame,

Vanquish’d all oppositions, and imbrac’d

The stroke with courage beyond Womans strength;

And the last words she spoke, said, I reioyce

That I am free’d of Fathers tyrannie.

Attic.Forbeare to vtter more. We are not pleas’dWith these vnpleasing accents: Leaue the worldSo cheerefully, and speake of tyrannie:She was not guiltie sure. We’le heare no more.

Attic.Forbeare to vtter more. We are not pleas’d

With these vnpleasing accents: Leaue the world

So cheerefully, and speake of tyrannie:

She was not guiltie sure. We’le heare no more.

Iag.Sir, but you shall: since you inforc’d me speake,I will not leaue a sillable vntold.You ask’d if Naples sonne were banish’d too?Yes, he is banish’d euer from the sightOf mortall eyes againe: for he is dead.

Iag.Sir, but you shall: since you inforc’d me speake,

I will not leaue a sillable vntold.

You ask’d if Naples sonne were banish’d too?

Yes, he is banish’d euer from the sight

Of mortall eyes againe: for he is dead.

Nic.Lisandrodead! By what occasion?

Iag.I scorne to answer thee. The King shall know,It was his chance vpon that haplesse houre,To passe that way, conducted by his gard,Towards his banishment; where he beheldThe wofull obiect of the Princesse head:There might you see loue, pittie, rage, despaire,Acting together in their seuerall shapes;That it was hard to iudge, which of all thoseWere most predominant. At last, despaireBecame sole Monarke of his passions,Which drew him to this error: Hauing gotLeaue of his gard to celebrate his vowes,Vnto that precious relique of his Saint,Where hauing breath’d a mournfull Elegie,After a thousand sighs, ten thousand grones,Still crying out,Leonida, my loue!Then, as his death were limited by hers,He sacrifiz’d his life vnto her loue:For there (vnluckily) he slew himselfe.

Iag.I scorne to answer thee. The King shall know,

It was his chance vpon that haplesse houre,

To passe that way, conducted by his gard,

Towards his banishment; where he beheld

The wofull obiect of the Princesse head:

There might you see loue, pittie, rage, despaire,

Acting together in their seuerall shapes;

That it was hard to iudge, which of all those

Were most predominant. At last, despaire

Became sole Monarke of his passions,

Which drew him to this error: Hauing got

Leaue of his gard to celebrate his vowes,

Vnto that precious relique of his Saint,

Where hauing breath’d a mournfull Elegie,

After a thousand sighs, ten thousand grones,

Still crying out,Leonida, my loue!

Then, as his death were limited by hers,

He sacrifiz’d his life vnto her loue:

For there (vnluckily) he slew himselfe.

Sfor.The King’s displeas’d, my Lord.

Iag.No matter: I’me glad I touch’d his conscienceTo the quicke. Did you not seeHow my relation chang’d his countenance,As if my words ingendred in his brestSome new-bred passions?

Iag.No matter: I’me glad I touch’d his conscience

To the quicke. Did you not see

How my relation chang’d his countenance,

As if my words ingendred in his brest

Some new-bred passions?

Sfor.Yes, and did obserueHow fearefully he gaz’d vpon vs all:|Enter Queene.|Pray heauen it proue not ominous.

Sfor.Yes, and did obserue

How fearefully he gaz’d vpon vs all:|Enter Queene.|

Pray heauen it proue not ominous.

Iag.The Queene!

Quee.Where is this King? this King? this tyrant? HeThat would be cald The iust and righteous King,When in his actions he is most vniust;Beyond example, cruell, tyrannous?Where is my daughter? Where’sLeonida?Where isLusippustoo, my first borne hope?And where is deareLorenzo? dead? all dead?And would to God I were intomb’d with them,Emptie of substance. Curse of Soueraigntie,That feed’st thy fancie with deluding hopesOf fickle shadowes; promising to one,Eternitie of fame; and vnto all,To be accounted wise and vertuous,Obseruing but your Lawes and iust decrees;That vnder shew of being mercifull,Art most vnkind, and cruell: nay, ’tis true.Goe where thou wilt, still will I follow thee,And with my sad laments still beat thy eares,Till all the world of thy iustice heares.|Ex. King, and Qu.|

Quee.Where is this King? this King? this tyrant? He

That would be cald The iust and righteous King,

When in his actions he is most vniust;

Beyond example, cruell, tyrannous?

Where is my daughter? Where’sLeonida?

Where isLusippustoo, my first borne hope?

And where is deareLorenzo? dead? all dead?

And would to God I were intomb’d with them,

Emptie of substance. Curse of Soueraigntie,

That feed’st thy fancie with deluding hopes

Of fickle shadowes; promising to one,

Eternitie of fame; and vnto all,

To be accounted wise and vertuous,

Obseruing but your Lawes and iust decrees;

That vnder shew of being mercifull,

Art most vnkind, and cruell: nay, ’tis true.

Goe where thou wilt, still will I follow thee,

And with my sad laments still beat thy eares,

Till all the world of thy iustice heares.|Ex. King, and Qu.|

Nic.This Physick works too strongly, and may proue a deadly potion.Sforza, good my Lord, if any anger be ’twixt you and I, let it lye buried now; and let’s deuise some pastime to suppresse this heauinesse. A melancholy King makes a sad Court.

Iag.I neuer heard him speake so carefullyOf the Kings welfare. I, with all my heart.Sfor.Who’le vndertake this charge?Nic.I will, my Lord: Let the deuice be mine.Iag.I’le get the Amazon to ioyne with you:Her rare inuention, and experience too,In forraine Countries may auaile you much,In some new quaint conceit.Nic.Doe, good my Lord:I’de ha’t assoone presented as I could.Iag.Tonight, if it be possible: farewell.I must goe looke her out.Nic.Ha, ha, ha, ha.So by this meanes, I shall expresse may selfeStudious and carefull.

Iag.I neuer heard him speake so carefullyOf the Kings welfare. I, with all my heart.

Iag.I neuer heard him speake so carefully

Of the Kings welfare. I, with all my heart.

Sfor.Who’le vndertake this charge?

Nic.I will, my Lord: Let the deuice be mine.

Iag.I’le get the Amazon to ioyne with you:Her rare inuention, and experience too,In forraine Countries may auaile you much,In some new quaint conceit.

Iag.I’le get the Amazon to ioyne with you:

Her rare inuention, and experience too,

In forraine Countries may auaile you much,

In some new quaint conceit.

Nic.Doe, good my Lord:I’de ha’t assoone presented as I could.

Nic.Doe, good my Lord:

I’de ha’t assoone presented as I could.

Iag.Tonight, if it be possible: farewell.I must goe looke her out.

Iag.Tonight, if it be possible: farewell.

I must goe looke her out.

Nic.Ha, ha, ha, ha.So by this meanes, I shall expresse may selfeStudious and carefull.

Nic.Ha, ha, ha, ha.

So by this meanes, I shall expresse may selfe

Studious and carefull.

EnterAtlantaandAvrelia.

Aur.But dost thou thinke hee’le come?Att.He cannot chuse.I sent him such a louing answer backeBy his Solliciter, able to makeAn Eunuch to come with the conceit.The houre’s almost at hand. Madam, commandA banquet be set forth: My charge shall be

Aur.But dost thou thinke hee’le come?

Att.He cannot chuse.I sent him such a louing answer backeBy his Solliciter, able to makeAn Eunuch to come with the conceit.The houre’s almost at hand. Madam, commandA banquet be set forth: My charge shall be

Att.He cannot chuse.

I sent him such a louing answer backe

By his Solliciter, able to make

An Eunuch to come with the conceit.

The houre’s almost at hand. Madam, command

A banquet be set forth: My charge shall be

Enter with a Banquet, Women.

To giue him intertainement: whilst your Grace,Loretta, and the Ladies of your traine,Or any others you shall please to appoint,Be ready to surprise him. So ’tis well.Now leaue the rest to mee.Aur.My deareAtlanta, I commend thy care.Att.Call it my dutie, Madam, and the loueI owe to sacred vertue, to defendThe same of women. All withdraw awhile,|Ex. Women.|I thinke I heare him comming. I, ’tis he.

To giue him intertainement: whilst your Grace,Loretta, and the Ladies of your traine,Or any others you shall please to appoint,Be ready to surprise him. So ’tis well.Now leaue the rest to mee.

To giue him intertainement: whilst your Grace,

Loretta, and the Ladies of your traine,

Or any others you shall please to appoint,

Be ready to surprise him. So ’tis well.

Now leaue the rest to mee.

Aur.My deareAtlanta, I commend thy care.

Att.Call it my dutie, Madam, and the loueI owe to sacred vertue, to defendThe same of women. All withdraw awhile,|Ex. Women.|I thinke I heare him comming. I, ’tis he.

Att.Call it my dutie, Madam, and the loue

I owe to sacred vertue, to defend

The same of women. All withdraw awhile,|Ex. Women.|

I thinke I heare him comming. I, ’tis he.

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