Chapter XII: Part 12

_Enter_ Duke Rinaldo _with Attendants, at one door; States_,
Randulpho, _and_ Gerrard, _at another: they kneel to the Duke,_
_he accepts their obedience, and raises them up: they prefer_
Gerrard _to the Duke, who entertains him: they seat the Duke_
_in State. Enter_ Benvoglio _and_ Ferdinand: Benvoglio _kneels
for justice_; Ferd. _seems to restrein him._ Benvog. _gives_
_the Duke a paper; Duke reads, frowns on_ Gerr. _shews the
paper to the States, they seem sorry, consult, cause the_
_Guard to apprehend him; they go off with him. Then_ Rand.
_and_ Benv. _seem to crave justice; Duke vows it, and_ exit
_with his attendants._ Rand. Ben. _and_ Ferd. _confer. Enter to
them_ Cornelia _with two servants; she seems to expostulate_,
Rand. _in scorn, causeth her to be thrust out poorly._ Exit
Rand. Benv. _beckons_ Ferd. _to him (with much seeming
passion) swears him; then stamps with his foot. Enter_
Dorothea _with a Cup, weeping, she delivers it to_ Ferd. _who
with discontent_ exit; _and_ exeunt Benvoglio _and_ Dorothea.

_Enter_ Violanta.

_Viol. Gerrard_ not come? nor _Dorothy_ return'd?
What averse star rul'd my Nativity?
The time to night has been as dilatory
As languishing Consumptions. But till now
I never durst say, my _Gerrard_ was unkind.
Heaven grant all things go well; and nothing does,
If he be ill, which I much fear: my dreams
Have been portentous. I did think I saw
My Love araid for battel with a beast,
A hideous Monster, arm'd with teeth and claws,
Grinning, and venemous, that sought to make
Both us a prey: on's tail wa[s] lash'd in bloud
_Law_: and his forehead I did plainly see
Held Characters that spell'd _Authority_.
This rent my slumbers; and my fearful soul
Ran searching up and down my dismaid breast,
To find a Port t'escape. Good faith, I am cold;
But _Gerrard_'s love is colder: here I'll sit,
And think my self away.

_Enter_ Ferdinand _with a Cup and a Letter_.

_Ferd._ The peace of Love
Attend the sweet _Violanta_: Read,
For the sad news I bring, I do not know;
Only I am sworn to give you that, and this.

_Viol._ Is it from _G[e]rrard_? gentle _Ferdinand_,
How glad am I to see you thus well restor'd!
In troth he never wrong'd you in his life,
Nor I, but always held fair thoughts of you,
Knew not my Fathers meaning, till of late;
Could never have known it soon enough: for Sir,
_Gerrard_'s, and my affection began
In infancy: My Uncle brought him oft
In long coats hither; you were such another;
The little boy would kiss me, being a child,
And say, he lov'd me; give me all his toys,
Bracelets, Rings, Sweet-meats, all his Rosie-smiles:
I then would stand, and stare upon his eyes,
Play with his locks, and swear I lov'd him too;
For sure, methought, he was a little Love,
He woo'd so prettily in innocence,
That then he warm'd my fancy; for I felt
A glimmering beam of Love kindle my bloud,
Both which, time since hath made a flame and floud.

_Fer._ Oh gentle innocent! methinks it talks
Like a child still, whose white simplicity
Never arriv'd at sin. Forgive me, Lady,
I have destroy'd _Gerrard_, and thee; rebell'd
Against Heavens Ordinance; dis-pair'd two Doves,
Made 'em sit mourning; slaughter'd Love, and cleft
The heart of all integrity. This breast
Was trusted with the secret of your vow
By _Gerrard_, and reveal'd it to your Father.

_Viol._ Hah!

_Ferd._ Read, and curse me.

_Viol._ Neither: I will never
Nor Write, nor Read again.

_Ferd._ My pennance be it.
Reads. _Your Labyrinth is found, your Lust proclaim'd._

_Viol._ Lust? Humh:
My Mother sure felt none, when I was got.

_Fer. I and the Law implacably offend[e]d._
Gerrard's _imprison'd, and to dye_.

_Viol._ Oh Heaven!

_Ferd. And you to suffe[r] with reproach and scoffs_
_A publick execution; I have sent you_
_An Antidote 'gainst shame, poison; by him_
_You have most wrong'd: give him your penitent tears._

_Viol._ Humh: 'tis not truth.

_Ferd. Drink, and farewel for ever:_
_And though thy whoredom blemish thy whol[e] line,_
_Prevent the Hangmans stroke, and die like mine._

_Viol._ Oh woe is me for _Gerrard_: I have brought
Confusion on the noblest Gentleman
That ever truly lov'd. But we shall meet
Where our condemners shall not, and enjoy
A more refin'd affection than here;
No Law, nor Father hinders marriage there
'Twixt souls Divinely affi'd, as (sure) ours were:
There we will multiply, and generate joyes
Like fruitful Parents. Luckless _Ferdinand_,
Where's the good old Gentlewoman, my Husbands Aunt?

_Ferd._ Thrust from you Uncle [t]o all poverty.

_Viol._ Alas the pi[t]y: reach me, Sir, the cup;
I'll say my prayers, and take my Fathers Physick.

_Ferd._ Oh villain that I was, I had forgot
To spill the rest, and am unable now
To stir to hinder her.

_Viol._ What ail you, Sir?

_Ferd._ Your Father is a monster, I a villain,
This tongue has kill'd you, pardon, _Violant[a]_,
Oh pardon, _Gerrard_; and for sacrifice,
Accept my life, to expiate my fault.
I have drunk up the poison.

_Viol._ Thou art not so
Uncharitable: a better fellow far,
Thou'st left me halfe. Sure death is now a-dry,
And calls for more bloud still to quench his thirst.
I pledge thee _Ferdinand_, to _Gerrards_ health:
Dear _Gerrard_, poor Aunt, and unfortunate friend,
Ay me, that Love should breed true Lovers end.

_Fer._ Stay Madam, stay; help hoa, for Heavens sake help;
Improvident man, that good I did intend
For satisfaction, saving of her life,
My equal cruel Stars made me forget.

_Enter_ Angelina _with two Servants_.

_Ang._ What spectacle of death assaults me? oh!

_Viol._ M[y] dearest Mother, I am dead, I leave
Father, and friends, and life, to follow Love.
Good Mother, love my Child, that did no ill.
Fie, how men lie, that say, death is a pain:
Or has he chang'd his nature? like soft sleep
He seizes me. Your blessing. Last, I crave,
That I may rest by _Gerrard_ in his grave.

_Ferd._ There lay me too: oh! noble Mistriss, I
Have caus'd all this; and therefore justly dye.
That key will open all.

_Ang._ Oh viperous Father!
For Heavens sake, bear 'em in: run for Physitians,
And Medicines quickly: Heaven, thou shalt not have her
Yet; 'tis too soon: Alas, I have no more,
And taking her away, thou rob'st the poor. [_Exeunt._
Flourish.

_Enter_ Duke, States, Randulpho, Benvoglio,
Gerrard, Executioner, Guard.

_Duke._ The Law, as greedy as your red desire
_Benvoglio_, hath cast this man: 'Tis pity
So many excellent parts are swallow'd up
In one foul wave. Is _Violanta_ sent for?
Our Justice must not lop a branch, and let
The body grow still.

_Ben._ Sir, she will be here
Alive or dead, I am sure.

_[G]er._ How chearfully my countenance comments death!
That which makes men seem horrid, I will wear
Like to an Ornament. Oh _Violanta_!
Might my life only satisfie the Law,
How jocundly my soul would enter Heaven!
Why shouldst thou dye? thou wither'st in thy bud,
As I have seen a Rose, e'er it was blown.
I do beseech your Grace, the Statute may
(In this case made) be read: not that I hope
T'extenuate my offence or penalty,
But to see whether it lay hold on her.
And since my death is more exemplary
Than just, this publick Reading will advise
Caution to others.

_Duke._ Read it.

_Ran._ Brother, does not
Your soul groan under this severity?

Statute read.

_A Statute provided in case of unequal Matches, Marriages against
Parents consent, stealing of Heirs, Rapes, Prostitutions, and
such like: That if any person meanly descended, or ignorant of
his own Parentage, which implies as much, shall with a foul
intent, unlawfully sollicite the Daughter of any Peer of the
Dukedom, he shall for the same offence forfeit his right hand:
but if he further prostitute her to his Lust, he shall first
have his right hand cut off, and then suffer death by the common
Executioner. After whom, the Lady so offending, shall likewise
the next day, in the same manner, dye for the Fact._

_Ger._ This Statute has more cruelty than sense:
I see no ray of Mercy. Must the Lady
Suffer death too? suppose she were inforc'd,
By some confederates born away, and ravish'd;
Is she not guiltless?

_Duke._ Yes, if it be prov'd.

_Ger._ This case is so: I ravish'd _Violanta_.

_State._ Who ever knew a Rape produce a child?

_Ben._ Pish, these are idle. Will your grace command
The Executioner proceed?

_Duke._ Your Office.

_Ger._ Farewell to thy inticing vanity,
Thou round gilt box, that dost deceive man's eye:
The wise man knows, when open thou art broke,
The treasure thou includ'st, is dust and smoke,
Even thus, I cast thee by. My Lords, the Law
Is but the great mans mule, he rides on it,
And tramples poorer men under his feet;
Yet when they come to knock at yon bright Gate,
Ones Rags shall enter, 'fore the others State.
Peace to ye all: here, sirrah, strike: this hand
Hath _Violanta_ kiss'd a thousand times;
It smells sweet ever since: this was the hand
Plighted my faith to her: do not think thou canst
Cut that in sunder with my hand. My Lord,
As free from speck as this arm is, my heart
Is of foul Lust, and every vein glides here
As full of truth. Why does thy hand shake so?
'Tis mine must be cut off, and that is firm;
For it was ever constant.

_Enter_ Cornelia.

_Cor._ Hold; your Sentence
Unjustly is pronounced, my Lord: this blow
Cuts your hand off; for his is none of yours:
But _Violanta_'s given in Holy marriage
Before she was delivered, consummated
With the free Will of her Mother, by her Confessor,
In Lord _Benvoglio_'s house.

_Ger._ Alas good Aunt,
That helps us nothing; else I had reveal'd it.

_Duke._ What woman's this?

_Ben._ A base confederate
In this proceeding, kept of alms long time
By him; who now expos'd to misery,
Talks thus distractedly. Attach her, Guard.

_Ran._ Your cruelty (brother) will have end.

_Cor._ You'd best
Let them attach my tongue.

_Duke._ Good woman, peace:
For were this truth, it doth not help thy Nephew;
The Law's infring'd by their disparity,
That forfeits both their lives.

_Cor._ Sir, with your pardon,
Had your Grace ever children?

_Duke._ Thou hast put
A question, whose sharp point toucheth my heart:
I had two little Sons, twins, who were both
(With my good Dutchess) slain, as I did hear;
At that time when my Dukedom was surpriz'd.

_Cor._ I have heard many say (my gracious Lord)
That I was wondrous like her.

_All._ Ha?

_Duke._ By all mans joy, it is _Cornelia_,
My dearest wife.

_Cor._ To ratifie me her,
Come down, _Alphonso_, one of those two twins,
And take thy Fathers blessing: thou hast broke
No Law, thy birth being above thy wives:
_Ascanio_ is the other, nam'd _Fernando_,
Who by remote means, to my Lord _Benvoglio_
I got preferr'd; and in poor habits clad,
(You fled, and th' innovation laid again)
I wrought my self into _Randulpho_'s service,
With my eldest boy; yet never durst reveal
What they and I were, no, not to themselves,
Until the Tyrants death.

_Duke._ My joy has fill'd me
Like a full-winded sail: I cannot speak.

_Ger._ Fetch _Violanta_ and my brother.

_Ben._ Run,
Run like a spout, you rogue: a ---- o' poison,
That little whore I trusted, will betray me.
Stay, hangman, I have work for you; there's Gold;
Cut off my head, or hang me presently.

_Soft Musick._

_Enter_ Angelina _with the bodies of_ Ferdinand _and_ Violanta _on
a bier_; Dorothea _carrying the Cup and Letter, which she
gives to the Duke: he reads, seems sorrowful; shews it to_
Cornelia _and_ Gerrard: _they lament over the bier_. Randulpho
_and_ Benvoglio _seem fearful, and seem to report to_
Angelina _and_ Dorothea, _what hath passed before_.

_Ran._ This is your rashness, brother.

_Duke._ Oh joy, thou wert too great to last;
This was a cruel turning to our hopes,
Unnatural Father: poor _Ascanio_.

_Ger._ Oh mother! let me be _Gerrard_ again,
And follow _Violanta_.

_Cor._ Oh my Son--

_Duke._ Your lives yet, bloudy men shall answer this.

_Dor._ I must not see 'em longer grieve. My Lord,
Be comforted; let sadness generally
Forsake each eye and bosom; they both live:
For poison, I infus'd meer _Opium_;
Holding compulsive perjury less sin
Than such a loathed murther would have bin.

_All._ Oh blessed Ma[iden].

_Dor._ Musick, gently creep
Into their ears, and fright hence lazy sleep.
_Morpheus_, command thy servant sleep
In leaden chains no longer keep
This Prince and Lady: Rise, wake, rise,
And round about convey your eyes:
Rise Prince, go greet thy Father and thy Mother;
Rise thou, t'imbrace thy Husband and thy Brother.

_Duke Cor._ Son, Daughter.

_Ferd._ Father, Mother, Brother.

_Ger._ Wife.

_Viol._ Are we not all in Heaven?

_Ger._ Faith, very near it.

_Ferd._ How can this be?

_Duke._ Hear it.

_Dor._ If I had serv'd you right, I should have seen
Your old pate off, e'r I had reveald.

_Ben._ Oh wench!
Oh honest wench! if my wife die, I'll marry thee:
There's my reward.

_Ferd._ 'Tis true.

_Duke._ 'Tis very strange.

_Ger._ Why kneel you honest Master?

_Ferd._ My good Lord.

_Ger._ Dear Mother.

_Duke._ Rise, rise, all are friends: I owe ye
for all their boards: And wench, take thou the man
Whose life thou sav'dst; less cannot pay the merit.
How shall I part my kiss? I cannot: Let
One generally therefore joyn our cheeks.
A pen of Iron, and a leaf of Brass,
To keep this Story to Eternity:
And a _Promethean Wit_. Oh sacred Love,
Nor chance, nor death can thy firm truth remove. [_Exeunt._

_King._ Now _Isabella_. [_Flourish._

_Isab._ This can true Love do.
I joy they all so happily are pleas'd:
The Ladies and the Brothers must triumph.

_King._ They do:
For _Cupid_ scorns but t' have his triumph too. [_Flourish._

_The_ TRIUMPH.

_Enter divers Musicians, then certain Singers bearing Bannerets_
_inscribed, Truth, Loyalty, Patience, Concord: Next_ Gerrard
_and_ Ferdinand _with Garlands of Roses: Then_ Violanta,
_Last, a Chariot drawn by two_ Cupids, _and a_ Cupid _sitting
in it_. [Flourish.

_Enter_ PROLOGUE.

_Love, and the strength of fair affection_
_(Most royal Sir) what long seem'd lost, have won_
_Their perfect ends, and crown'd those constant hearts_
_With lasting Triumph, whose most virtuous parts,_
_Worthy desires, and love, shall never end._
_Now turn we round the Scæne, and (Great Sir) lend_
_A sad and serious eye to this of Death,_
_This black and dismal Triumph; where man's breath,_
_Desert, and guilty bloud ascend the Stage,_
_And view the Tyrant, ruind in his rage._ [Exit.

[Flourish.

_Enter_ L'avall, Gabriella _and_ Maria.

_Gab._ No, good my Lord, I am not now to find
Your long neglect of me; All those affections
You came first clad in to my love, like Summer,
Lusty and full of life: all those desires
That like the painted Spring bloom'd round about ye,
Giving the happy promise of an Harvest,
How have I seen drop off, and fall forgotten!
With the least lustre of anothers beauty,
How oft (forgetful Lord) have I been blast[e]d!
Was I so eas'ly won? or did this body
Yield to your false embraces with less labour
Then if you had carried some strong Town?

_Lav._ Good _Gabriella_.

_Gab._ Could all your subtilties and sighs betray me.
The vows ye shook me with, the tears ye drown'd me,
Till I came fairly off with honor'd Marriage?
Oh fie, my Lord.

_Lav._ Prethee good _Gabriella_.

_Gab._ Would I had never known ye, nor your honors,
They are stuck too full of griefs: oh happy women,
That plant your Love in equal honest bosoms,
Whose sweet desires like Roses set together,
Make one another happy in their blushes,
Growing and dying without sense of greatness,
To which I am a slave! [and] that blest Sacrament
That daily makes millions of happy mothers, link'd me
To this man's Lust alone, there left me.
I dare not say I am his wife, 'tis dangerous:
His Love, I cannot say: alas, how many?

_Lav._ You grow too warm; pray [ye be] content, you best know,
The times necessity, and how our marriage
Being so much unequal to mine honor,
While the Duke lives, I standing high in favour;
And whilst I keep that safe, next to the Dukedom,
Must not be known, without my utter ruine.
Have patience for a while, and do but dream wench,
The glory of a Dutchess. How she tires me!
How dull and leaden is my appetite
To that stale beauty now! oh, I could curse
And crucifie my self for childish doating
Upon a face that feeds not with fresh Figures
Every fresh hour: she is now a surfet to me.

_Enter_ Gentille.

Who's that? _Gentille?_ I charge ye, no acquaintance
You nor your Maid with him, nor no discourse
Till times are riper.

_Gent._ Fie, my Noble Lord,
Can you be now a stranger to the Court,
When your most virtuous Bride, the beauteous _Hellena_
Stands ready like a Star to gild your happiness,
When _Hymens_ lusty fires are now a lighting,
And all the Flower of _Anjou_?

_Lav._ Some few trifles,
For matter of adornment, have a little
Made me so slow, _Gentille_, which now in readiness,
I am for Court immediately.

_Gent._ Take heed, Sir,
This is no time for trifling, nor she no Lady
To be now entertain'd with toys: 'twill cost ye--

_Lav._ Y'are an old Cock, _Gentille_.

_Gent._ By your Lordships favour.

_Lav._ Prethee away; 'twill lose time.

_Gent._ Oh my Lord,
Pardon me that by all means.

_Lav._ We have business
A-foot man, of more moment.

_Gent._ Then my manners?
I know none, nor I seek none.

_Lav._ Take to morrow.

_Gent._ Even now, by your Lordships leave. Excellent Beauty.
My service here I ever dedicate,
In honor of my best friend, your dead Father,
To you his living virtue, and wish heartily,
That firm affection that made us two happy,
May take as deep undying root, and flourish
Betwixt my Daughter _Casta_, and your goodness,
Who shall be still your servant.

_Gab._ I much thank ye.

_Lav._ ---- [o'] this dreaming puppy. Will ye go, Sir?

_Gent._ A little more, Good Lord.

_Lav._ Not now, by----
Come, I must use ye.

_Gent._ Goodness dwell still with you. [_Exeunt Gentill and Laval._

_Gab._ The sight of this old Gentleman, _Maria_,
Pulls to my mine eyes again the living Picture
Of _Perolot_ his virtuous Son, my first Love,
That dy'd at _Orleance_.

_Mar._ You have felt both fortunes,
And in extreams, poor Lady; for young _Perolot_,
Being every way unable to maintain you,
Durst not make known his love to Friend or Father:
My Lord _Lavall_, being powerful, and you poor,
Will not acknowledge you.

_Gab._ No more: Let's in wench:
There let my Lute speak my Laments, they have t[ir]ed me. [_Exeunt._

_Enter two Courtiers._

_1 Court._ I grant, the Duke is wondrous provident
In his now planting for succession,
I know his care as honourable in the choice too.
_Marines_ fair virtuous daughter; but what's all this?
To what end excellent arrives this travel,
When he that bears the main roof is so rotten?

_2 Court._ You have hit it now indeed: For if Fame lye not
He is untemperate.

_1 Court._ You express him poorly,
Too gentle Sir: the most deboist and barbarous;
Believe it, the most void of all humanity,
Howe'r his cunning, cloak it to his Uncle,
And those his pride depends upon.

_[2] Court._ I have heard too,
Given excessively to drink.

_1 Court._ Most certain,
And in that drink most dangerous: I speak these things
To one I know loves truth, and dares not wrong her.

_2 Court._ You may speak on.

_1 Court._ Uncertain as the Sea, Sir,
Proud and deceitful as his sins Great Master;
His appetite to Women (for there he carries
His main Sail spread) so boundles, and abominably,
That but to have her name by that tongue spoken,
Poisons the virtue of the purest Virgin.

_2 Cour._ I am sorry for young _Gabriella_ then,
A Maid reputed, ever of fair carriage,
For he has been noted visiting.

_1 Court._ She is gone then,
Or any else, that promises, or power,
Gifts, or his guilful vows can work upon,
But these are but poor parcels.

_2 Court._ 'Tis great pity.

_1 Court._ Nor want these sins a chief Saint to befriend 'em,
The Devil follows him; and for a truth, Sir,
Appears in visible figure often to him,
At which time he's possest with sudden trances,
Cold deadly sweats, and griping of the conscience,
Tormented strangely, as they say.

_2 Court._ Heaven turn him:
This marriage-day mayst thou well curse, fair _Hellen_.
But let's go view the ceremony.

_1 Court._ I'll walk with you. [_Exeunt._

[_Musick._

_Enter_ Gabriella, _and_ Maria _above_. _And_ Laval, _Bride,
States in solemnity as to marriage; and pass over_; viz.
Duke, Marine, Longaville.

_Mar._ I hear 'em come.

_Gab._ Would I might never hear more.

_Mar._ I told you still: but you were so incredulous.
See, there they kiss.

_Gab._ Adders be your embraces.
The poison of a rotten heart, oh _Hellen_!
Blast thee as I have been; just such a flattery,
With that same cunning face, that smile upon't,
Oh mark it _Marie_, mark it seriously,
That Master smile caught me.

_Mar._ There's the old Duke, and
_Marine_ her Father.

_Gab._ Oh!

_Mar._ There _Longaville_--
The Ladies now.

_Gab._ Oh, [I] am murder'd, _Marie_.
Beast, most inconstant beast.

_Mar._ There.

_Gab._ There I am not;
No more I am not there: Hear me, oh Heaven!
And all you powers of Justice bow down to me;
But you of pity dye. I am abus'd,
She that depended on your Providence,
She is abus'd: your honor is abus'd.
That noble piece ye made, and call'd it man,
Is turn'd to Devil: all the world's abus'd:
Give me a womans Will, provok'd to mischief,
A two-edg'd heart; my suffering thoughts to wild-fires,
And my embraces to a timeless grave turn.

_Mar._ Here I'll step in, for 'tis an act of merit.

_Gab._ I am too big to utter more.

_Mar._ Take time then. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Gentille _and_ Casta.

_Gent._ This solitary life at home undoes thee,
Obscures thy beauty first, which should prefer thee;
Next fills thee full of sad thoughts, which thy years
Must not arrive at yet, they choak thy sweetness;
Follow the time, my Girl, and it will bring thee
Even to the fellowship of the noblest women,
_Hellen_ her self, to whom I would prefer thee,
And under whom this poor and private carriage,
Which I am only able yet to reach at,
Being cast off, and all thy sweets at lustre,
Will take thee as a fair friend, and prefer thee.

_Casta._ Good Sir, be not so cruel as to seek
To kill that sweet content y'have bred me to:
Have I not here enough to thank Heaven for?
The free air uncorrupted with new flattery.
The water that I touch, unbrib'd with odours
To make me sweet to others: the pure fire
Not smothered up, and choak'd with lustful incense
To make my bloud sweat; but burning clear and high,
Tells me my mind must flame up so to Heaven.
What should I do at Court, wear rich apparel?
Methinks these are as warm: And for your state, Sir,
Wealthy enough; Is it you would have me proud,
And like a Pageant, stuck up for amazements?
Teach not your child to tread that path, for fear (Sir)
Your dry bones after death, groan in your grave
The miseries that follow.

_Gent._ Excellent _Casta_.

_Casta._ When shall I pray again? (a Courtier)
Or when I do, to what God? what new body
And new face must I make me, with new manners?
For I must be no more my self. Whose Mistriss
Must I be first? with whose sin-offering season'd?
And when I am grown so great and glorious
With prostitution of my burning beauties,
That great Lords kneel, and Princes beg for favours,
Do you think I'll be your Daughter, a poor Gentlemans,
Or know you for my father?

_Enter_ Lavall.

_Gent._ My best _Casta_.
Oh my most virtuous child! Heaven reigns within thee;
Take thine own choice, sweet child, and live a Saint still.
The Lord _Lavall_, stand by wench.

_Lav. Gabriella_,
She cannot, nor she dares not make it known,
My greatness crushes her, when e'er she offers:
Why should I fear her then?

_Gent._ Come, let's pass on wench.

_Lav. Gentille_, come hither: who's that Gentlewoman?

_Gent._ A child of mine, Sir, who observing custome,
Is going to the Monastery to her Prayers.

_Lav._ A fair one, a most sweet one; fitter far
To beautifie a Court, than make a Votarist.
Go on, fair Beauty, and in your Orizons
Remember me: will ye, fair sweet?

_Casta._ Most humbly. [_Exeunt._

_Lav._ An admirable Beauty: how it fires me!

_Enter a Spirit._

But she's too full of grace, and I too wicked.
I feel my wonted fit: Defend me, goodness.
Oh! it grows colder still, and stiffer on me,
My hair stands up, my sinews shake and shrink;
Help me good Heaven, and good thoughts dwell within me.
Oh get thee gone, thou evil evil spirit,
Haunt me no more, I charge thee.

_Spir._ Yes _Lavall_:
Thou art my vassal, and the slave to mischief,
I blast thee with new sin: pursue thy pleasure;
_Casta_ is rare and sweet, a blowing Beauty;
Set thy desires a fire, and never quench 'em
Till thou enjoy'st her; make her all thy Heaven,
And all thy joy, for she is all true happiness:
Thou art powerful, use command; if that prevail not,
Force her: I'll be thy friend.

_Lav._ Oh help me, help me.

_Spir._ Her virtue, like a spell, sinks me to darkness. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Gentille _and_ Casta.

_Gent._ He's here still. How is't, noble Lord? me thinks, Sir,
You look a little wildly. Is it that way?
Is't her you stare on so? I have spy'd your fire, Sir,
Bu[t] dare not stay the flaming. Come.

_Lav._ Sweet [c]reature,
Excellent Beauty, do me but the happiness
To be your humblest servant. Oh fair eyes,
Oh blessed, Blessed Sweetness, Divine Virgin!

_Casta._ Oh good my Lord, retire into your honor:
You're spoken good and virtuous, plac'd [at] Helme
To govern others from mischances: from example
Of such fair Chronicles as great ones are,
We do, or sure we should direct our lives.
I know y'are full of worth, a school of virtue
Daily instructing us that live below ye,
I make no doubt, dwells there.

_Lav._ I cannot answer,
She has struck me dumb with wonder.

_Casta._ Goodness guide ye. [_Exeunt._

_Lav._ She's gone, and with her all [l]ight, and has left me
Dark as my black desires. Oh devil lust,
How dost thou hug my bloud, and whisper to me,
There is no day again, no time, no living,
Without this lusty Beauty break upon me!
Let me collect my self, I strive like billows,
Beaten against a rock, and fall a fool still.
I must enjoy her, and I will: from this hour
My thoughts, and all my bus'ness shall be nothing.

_Enter_ Maria.

My eating, and my sleeping, but her beauty,
And how to work it.

_Mar._ Health to my Lord _Lavall_.
Nay good Sir, do not turn with such displeasure;
I come not to afflict your new born pleasures;
My honour'd Mistriss, neither let that vex ye,
For nothing is intended, but safe to you.

_Lav._ What of your Mistriss? I am full of bus'ness.

_Mar._ I will be short, my Lord; she, loving Lady,
Considering the unequal tie between ye,
And how your ruine with the Duke lay on it,
As also the most noble match now made,
By me sends back all links of marriage,
All Holy Vows, and Rights of Ceremony,
All promises, oaths, tears, and all such pawns
You left in hostage: only her love she cannot,
For that still follows ye, but not to hurt ye;
And still beholds ye Sir, but not to shame ye:
In recompence of which, this is her suit, Sir,
Her poor and last petition, but to grant her,
When weary nights have cloyed ye up with kisses,
(As such must come) the honor of a Mistriss,
The honor but to let her see those eyes,
(Those eyes she doats on, more than gods do goodness)
And but to kiss you only: with this prayer,
(a prayer only to awake your pity)
And on her knees she made it, that this night
You'ld bless her with your company at supper.

_Lav._ I like this well, and now I think on't better,
I'll make a present use from this occasion.

_Mar._ Nay, good my Lord, be not so cruel to her
Because she has been yours.

_Lav._ And to mine own end
A rare way I will work.

_Mar._ Can love for ever,
The Love of her (my Lord) so perish in ye?
As ye desire in your desires to prosper.
What gallant under Heaven, but _Anjou_'s Heir then
Can brag so fair a Wife, and sweet a Mistriss?
Good noble Lord.

_Lav._ Ye mis-apply me, _Mary_,
Nor do I want true pity to your Lady:
Pity and love tell me, too much I have wrong'd her
To dare to see her more: yet if her sweetness
Can entertain a Mediation,
And it must be a great one that can cure me;
My love again, as far as honor bids me,
My service and my self--

_Mar._ That's nobly spoken.

_Lav._ Shall hourly see her; want shall never know her;
Nor where she has bestow'd her love, repent her.

_Mar._ Now whither drives he?

_Lav._ I have heard _Maria_,
That no two women in the world more lov'd,
Then thy good Mistriss, and _Gentille_'s fair Daughter.

_Mar._ What may this mean? you have heard a truth, my Lord:
But since the secret Love betwixt you two,
My Mistriss durst not entertain such friendship;
_Casta_ is quick, and of a piercing judgement,
And quickly will find out a flaw.

_Lav._ Hold _Marie_:
Shrink not, 'tis good gold, wench: prepare a Banquet,
And get that _Casta_ thither; for she's a creature
So full of forcible Divine perswasion,
And so unwearied ever with good offic[e],
And she shall cure my ill cause to my Mistriss,
And make all errors up.

_Mar._ I'll doe my best, Sir:
But she's too fearful, coy, and scrupulous,
To leave her Fathers house so late; and bashful
At any mans appearance, that I fear, Sir;
'Twill prove impossible.

_Lav._ There's more gold, _Marie_,
And fain thy Mistriss wondrous sick to death, wench.

_Mar._ I have ye in the wind now, and I'll pay ye.

_Lav._ She cannot chuse but come; 'tis charity,
The chief of her profession: undertake this,
And I am there at night; if not, I leave ye.

_Mar._ I will not loose this offer, though it fall out
Clean cross to that we cast, I'll undertake it,
I will, my Lord; she shall be there.

_Lav._ By ----?

_Mar._ By ---- she shall.

_Lav._ Let it be something late then.
For being seen, now force or favour wins her.
My spirits are grown dull, strong wine, and store,
Shall set 'em up again, and make me fit
To draw home at the enterprize I aim at. [_Exit._

_Ma._ Go thy wa[ies] false Lord, if thou hold'st, thou pay'st
The price of all thy lusts. Thou shalt be there
Thou modest Maid, if I have any working,
And yet thy honor safe; for which this thief
I know has set this meeting: but I'll watch him.

_Enter_ Per[o]lot.

_Per. Maria._

_Mar._ Are mine eyes mine own? or bless me,
Am I deluded with a flying shadow?

_Per._ Why do you start so from me?

_Mar._ It speaks sensibly,
And shews a living body: yet I am fearful.

_Per._ Give me your hand, good _Maria_.

_Mar._ He feels warm too.

_Per._ And next your [l]ips.

_Mar._ He kisses perfectly.
Nay, and the Devil be n[o] worse: you are _Perolot_.

_Per._ I was, and sure I should be: Can a small distance,
And ten short moneths take from your memory
The figure of your friend, that you stand wondring?
Be not amaz'd, I am the self-same _Per[o]lot_,
Living, and well; Son to _Gentille_, and Brother
To virtuous _Casta_; to your beauteous Mistriss,
The long since poor betroth'd, and still vow'd servant.

_Mar._ Nay, sure he lives. My Lord _Lavall_, your Master,
Brought news long since to your much mourning Mistriss,
Ye dy'd at _Orleance_; bound her with an oath too,
To keep it secret from your aged Father,
Lest it should rack his heart.

_Per._ A pretty secret
To try my Mistriss Love, and make my welcome
From travel of more worth; from whence, Heaven be thanked,
My business for the Duke dispatch'd to th' purpose,
And all my money spent, I am come home, wench.
How does my Mistriss? for I have not yet seen
Any, nor will I, till I do her service.

_Mar._ But did the Lord _Laval_ know of your love, Sir, before he
went?

_Per._ Yes, by much more force he got it,
But none else knew; upon his promise too
And honor to conceal it faithfully
Till my return; to further which, he told me,
My business being ended, from the Duke
He would procure a pension for my service,
Able to make my Mistriss a fit Husband.

_Mar._ But are you sure of this?

_Per._ Sure as my sight, wench.

_Mar._ Then is your Lord a base dissembling villain,
A Devil Lord, the damn'd Lord of all lewdness,
And has betraid ye, and undone my Mistriss,
My poor sweet Mistriss: oh that leacher Lord,
Who, poor soul, since was married.

_Per._ To whom, _Maria_?

_Mar._ To that unlucky Lord, a ---- upon him;
Whose hot horse-appetite being allaid once
With her chaste joyes, married again, scarce cool'd,
The Torches yet not out the yellow _Hymen_
Lighted about the bed, the Songs yet sounding,
_Marine_'s young noble Daughter _Helena_,
Whose mischief stands at door next. Oh that recreant!

_Per._ Oh villain! Oh most unmanly falshood!
Nay then I see, my Letters were betraid too.
Oh, I am full of this, great with his mischiefs,
Loaden and burst: Come, lead me to my Lady.

_Mar._ I cannot, Sir, _Lavall_ keeps her conceal'd,
Besides, her griefs are such, she will see no man.

_Per._ I must, and will go to her: I will see her:
There be my friend, or this shall be thy furthest.

_Mar._ Hold, and I'll help thee: but first ye shall swear to me,
As you are true and gentle, as ye hate
This beastly and base Lord, where I shall place ye,
(Which shall be within sight) till I discharge ye,
What-e'er you see or hear, to make no motion.

_Per._ I do by ----

_Mar._ Stay here about the house then,
Till it be later; yet the time's not perfect:
There at the back door I'll attend you truly.

_Per._ Oh monstrous, monstrous beastly villain. [_Exit._

_Mar._ How cross this falls, and from all expectation!
And what the end shall be, Heaven only yet knows:
Only I wish, and hope. But I forget still,
_Casta_ must be the bait, or all miscarries. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Gentille _with a Torch_, Shalloon _above_.

_Gent._ Holla, _Shaloon_.

_Shal._ Who's there?

_Gent._ A word from the Duke, Sir.

_Shal._ Your pleasure.

_Gent._ Tell your Lord he must to Court strait.

_Shal._ He is ill at ease: and prays he may be pardon'd
The occasions of this night.

_Gent._ Belike he is drunk then:
He must away; the Duke and his fair Lady,
The beauteous _Helena_, are now at _Cent_.
Of whom she has such fortune in her carding,
The Duke has lost a thousand Crowns, and swears,
He will not go to bed, till by _Lavall_
The Tide of loss be turn'd again. Awake him,
For 'tis the pleasure of the Duke he must rise.

_Sha._ Having so strict command (Sir) to the contrary,
I dare not do it: I beseech your pardon.

_Gent._ Are you sure he is there?

_Sha._ Yes.

_Gen._ And asleep?

_Sha._ I think so.

_Gen._ And are you sure you will not tell him, _Shalon_?

_Sha._ Yes, very sure.

_Gen._ Then I am sure, I will.
Open, or I must force.

_Sha._ Pray ye stay, he is not,
Nor will not be this night. You may excuse it.

_Gent._ I knew he was gone about some womans labour.
As good a neighbor, though I say it, and as comfortable:
Many such more we need _Shaloon_. Alas, poor Lady,
Thou art like to lie cross-legg'd to night. Good Monsieur,
I will excuse your Master for this once, Sir,
Because sometimes I have lov'd a wench my self too.

_Sha._ 'Tis a good hearing, Sir.

_Gent._ But for your lye, _Shaloon_,
If I had you here, it should be no good hearing.
For your pate I would pummel.

_Sha._ A fair good night, Sir.

_Gent._ Good night, thou noble Knight, Sir _Pandarus_.
My heart is cold o'th' suddain, and a strange dulness
Possesses all my body: thy Will be done Heaven. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Gabriella _and_ Casta: _and_ Maria _with a Taper_.

_Casta._ 'Faith Friend, I was even going to my bed,
When your Maid told me of your sudden sickness:
But from my grave (so truly I love you)
I think your name would raise me: ye look ill
Since last I saw ye, much decay'd in colour:
Yet I thank Heaven, I find no such great danger
As your Maid frighted me withal: take courage
And give your sickness course: some grief you have got
That feeds within upon your tender spirits,
And wanting open way to vent it self,
Murders your mind, and choaks up all your sweetness.

_Gab._ It was my Maids fault; worthy friend, to trouble ye,
So late, upon so light a cause: yet since I have ye
Oh my dear _Casta_.

_Casta._ Out with it, God's name.

_Gab._ The Closset of my heart, I will lock here, wench,

[Laval _knocks within_.

And things shall make ye tremble. Who's that knocks there?

_Mar._ 'Tis _Lavall_.

_Gab._ Sit you still. Let him in.
I am resolv'd, and all you wronged women,
You noble spirits, that as I have suffer'd
Under this glorious beast-insulting man,
Lend me your causes, then your cruelties,
For I must put on madness above women.

_Cast._ Why do you look so ghastly?

_Gab._ Peace; no harm, Deer.

_Enter_ Lavall.

_Lav._ There, take my cloak and sword: Where is this Banquet?

_Mar._ In the next room.

_Casta._ How came he here? Heaven bless me.

_Lav._ Give me some Wine wench; fill it full, and sprightly.

_Gab._ Sit still, and be not fearful.

_Lav._ Till my veins swell,
And my strong sinews stretch like that brave _Centaur_,
That at the Table snatch'd the Bride away
In spight of _Hercules_.

_Casta._ I am betraid.

_Lav._ Nay, start not Lady; 'tis for you that I come,
And for your beauty: 'tis for you, _Lavall_
Honors this night; to you, the sacred shrine
I humbly bow, offering my vows and prayers;
To you I live.

_Gab._ In with the powder quickly:
So, that and the Wine will rock ye.

[_Lav._ Here, to the health]
Of the most beauteous and divine, fair _Casta_,
The star of sweetness.

_Gab._ Fear him not, I'll die first.
And who shall pledge ye?

_Lav._ Thou shalt, thou tann'd Gipsey:
And worship to that brightness give, cold _Tartar_.
By ---- ye shall not stir; ye are my Mistris,
The glory of my love, the great adventure,
The Mistris of my heart, and she my whore.

_Gab._ Thou ly'st, base, beastly Lord; drunker then anger,
Thou sowsed Lord, got by a surfeit, thou lyest basely.
Nay, stir not: I dare tell thee so. Sit you still.
If I be whore, it is in marrying thee,
That art so absolute and full a villain,
No Sacrament can save that piece tied to thee.
How often hast thou woo'd in those flatteries,
Almost those very words, my constancie?
What goddess have I not been, or what goodness
What star that is of any name in Heaven,
Or brightness? which of all the virtues
(But drunkenness, and drabbing, thy two morals)
Have not I reach'd to? what Spring was ever sweeter?
What _Scythian_ snow so white? what crystal chaster?
Is not thy new wife now the same too? Hang thee,
Base Bigamist, thou honor of ill women.

_Casta._ How's this? O! Heaven defend me.

_Gab._ Thou salt-itch,
For whom no cure but ever burning brimstone
Can be imagin'd.

_Lav._ Ha, ha, ha.

_Gab._ Dost thou laugh, thou breaker
Of all law, all religion, of all faith
Thou Soule contemner?

_Lav._ Peace, thou paltry woman:
And sit by me, Sweet.

_Gab._ By the Devil?

_Lav._ Come,
And lull me with delights.

_Gab._ It works amain now.

_Lav._ Give me such kisses as the Queen of shadows
Gave to the sleeping boy she stole on _Latmus_;
Look round about in snakie wreathes close folded,
Those rosie arms about my neck, O! _Venus_.

_Gab._ Fear not, I say.

_Lav._ Thou admirable sweetness,
Distill thy blessings like those silver drops,
That falling on fair grounds, rise all in roses:
Shoot me a thousand darts from those fair eyes,
And through my heart transfix 'em all, I'll stand 'em.
Send me a thousand smiles, and presently
I'll catch 'em in mine eyes, and by Love's power
Turn 'em to _Cupids_ all, and fling 'em on thee,
How high she looks, and heavenly! More wine for me.

_Ga._ Give him more wine, and good friend be not fearful.

_Lav._ Here on my knee, thou Goddess of delights,
This lustie grape I offer to thy Beauties;
See how it leaps to view that perfect redness
That dwels upon thy lips: now, how it blushes
To be outblush'd. Oh! let me feed my fancie,
And as I hold the purple god in one hand
Dancing about the bri[m] and proudly swelling,
Deck'd in the pride of nature young, and blowing;
So let me take fair _Semele_ in the other,
And sing the loves of gods, then drink, their Nectar's
Not yet desir'd.

_Casta._ Oh!

_Lav._ Then like lustie _Tarquin_
Turn'd into flames with _Lucrece_ coy denyals,
His blood and spirit equally ambitious,
I force thee for my own.

_Casta._ O help me Justice:
Help me, my Chastitie.

_Lav._ Now I am bravely quarried. [_Perolot above._

_Per._ 'Tis my Sister.

_Gab._ No, bawdy slave, no Treacher, she is not carried.

_Per._ She's loose again, and gone. I'll keep my place still.

_Mar._ Now it works bravely: stand, he cannot hurt ye.

_Lav._ O my sweet Love, my life. [_He falls downe, and sleeps._

_Mar._ He sinks.

_Lav._ My blessing.

_Mar._ So, now he is safe a while.

_Gab._ Lock all the doors, wench,
Then for my wrongs.

_Per._ Now I'll appear to know all.

_Gab._ Be quick, quick, good _Marie_, sure and sudden.

_Per._ Stay, I must in first.

_Gab._ O' my conscience!
It is young _Perol[o]t_: Oh my stung conscience!
It is my first and noblest Love.

_Mar._ Leave wondring,
And recollect your self: the man is living,
Equally wrong'd as you, and by that Devil.

_Per._ 'Tis most true, Lady: your unhappy fortune
I grieve for as mine own, your fault forgive too,
If it be one. This is no time for kisses:
I have heard all, and known all, which mine ears
Are crack'd apieces with, and my heart perish'd.
I saw him in your chamber, saw his fury.
And am afire till I have found his heart out.
What do you mean to do? for I'll make one.

_Gab._ To make his death more horrid (for he shall dye).

_Per._ He m[u]st, he must.

_Gab._ We'll watch him till he wakes,
Then bind him, and then torture him.

_Per._ 'Tis nothing.
No, take him dead drunk now without repentance,
His leachery inseam'd upon him.

_Gab._ Excellent.

_Per._ I'll do it my self; and when 'tis done, provide ye,
For we'll away for _Italy_ this night.

_Gab._ We'll follow thorow all hazards.

_Per._ Oh false Lord,
Unmanly, mischievous; how I could curse thee;
But that but blasts thy fame; have at thy heart, fool:
Loop-holes I'll make enough to let thy life out.

_Lav._ Oh! does the devil ride me?

_Per._ Nay then.

_Lav._ Murder.
Nay, then take my share too.

_Per._ Help; oh! he has slain me.
Bloudy intentions must have bloud.

_Lav._ Hah?

_Per._ Heaven.

_Gab._ He sinks, he sinks, for ever sinks: oh fortune!
Oh sorrow! how like seas thou flowest upon me!
Here will I dwell for ever. Weep _Maria_,
Weep this young man's misfortune: oh thou truest!

_Enter Spirit._

_Lav._ What have I done?

_Spir._ That that has mark'd thy soul man.

_Lav._ And art thou come again thou dismal spirit?

_Spir._ Yes, to devour thy last.

_Lav._ Mercy upon thee.

_Spir._ Thy hour is come: succession, honor, pleasure,
And all the lustre thou so long hast look'd for
Must here have end: Summon thy sins before thee.

_Lav._ Oh my affrighted soul!

_Spir._ There lies a black one;
Thy own best servant by thy own hand slain,
Thy drunkenness procur'd it: There's another:
Think of fair _Gabriella_, there she weeps;
And such tears are not lost.

_Lav._ Oh miserable!

_Spir._ Thy foul intention to the virtuous _Casta_.

_Lav._ No more, no more, thou wild-fire.

_Spir._ Last, thy last wife,
Think on the wrong she suffers.

_Lav._ O my miserie.
Oh! whither shall I flie?

_Spir._ Thou hast no faith, fool.
Heark to thy knell. [_Sings, and vanishes._

_Lav._ Millions of sins muster about mine eyes now:
Murders, ambitions, lust, false faiths; O horror,
In what a stormie form of death thou rid'st now!
Me thinks I see all tortures, fires, and frosts,
Deep sinking caves, where nothing but despair dwels,
The balefull birds of night hovering about 'em;
A grave, me thinks, now opens, and a herse
Hung with my Arms tumbles into it: oh!
Oh! my afflicted soul: I cannot pray;
And the least child that has but goodness in him
May strike my head off; so stupid are my powers:
I'll lift mine eyes up though.

_Mar._ Cease these laments,
They are too poor for venge[a]nce: _Lavall_ lives yet.

_Gab._ Then thus I drie all sorrows from these eyes,
Fury and rage possess 'em now: damn'd divell.

_Lav._ Hah?

_Gab._ This for young _Perolot_.

_Lav._ O mercy, mercy.

_Gab._ This for my wrongs.

_Lav._ But one short hour to cure me. [_Knock within._
Oh be not cruell: Oh! oh.

_Mar._ Heark, they knock.
Make hast for Heavens sake, Mistris.

_Gab._ This for _Casta_.

_Lav._ Oh, O, O, O! [_He dies._

_Mar._ He's dead: come quickly, let's away with him,
'T will be too late else.

_Gab._ Help, help up to th' chamber! [_Exeunt with Lavalls body._

_Enter Duke, Hellena, Gentile, Casta, and attendants,_
_with lights._

_Duke._ What frights are these?

_Gent._ I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting.
Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie.
Out, out, mine eyes. Look, _Casta_.

_Lord._ 'T is young _Perolot_.

_Duke._ When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, she sinks; and
bear her off.

_Cast._ O my dear brother! [_Exit._

_Gent._ There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too,
And very shortly. Murdred?

[_Gabriella, Maria, with Lavalls body, above._

_Duke._ Who's above there?

_Gab._ Look up, and see.

_Duke._ What may this mean?

_Gab._ Behold it;
Behold the drunken murderer
Of that young Gentleman; behold the rankest,
The vilest, basest slave that ever flourish'd.

_Duke._ Who kill'd him?

_Gab._ I; and there 's the cause I did it:
Read, if your eyes will give you leave.

_Hell._ Oh! monstrous.

_Gab._ Nay, out it shall: there, take this false heart to ye;
The base dishonor of a thousand women:
Keep it in gold, Duke, 'tis a precious jewel.
Now to my self; for I have liv'd a fair age,
Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to.

_Duke._ Hold.

_Gab._ Here, young _Perolot_; my first contracted
True love shall never go alone.

_Duke._ Hold, _Gabriella_.
I do forgive all.

_Gab._ I shall die the better,
Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames with me.

_Mar._ Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris:
Why should I live, and thou dead?

_Lord._ Save the wench there.

_Mar._ She is, I hope; and all my sins here written.

_Duke._ This was a fatal night.

_Gent._ Heaven has his working,
Which we cannot contend against.

_Duke._ Alas!

_Gent._ Your Grace has your alas too.

_Duke._ Would 't were equal;
For thou hast lost an honest noble childe.

_Gent._ 'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance.

_Duke._ See all their bodies buried decently,
Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady?

_Hell._ Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie;
There will I wed my life to tears and prayers,
And never know what man is more.

_Duke._ Your pleasure;
How does the maid within?

_Lord._ She is gone before, Sir,
The same course that my Lady takes.

_Gent._ And my course shall be my Beads at home; so
Please your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court.

_Duke._ In peace, Sir,
And take my love along.

_Gent._ I shall pray for ye.

_Duke._ Now to our selves retire we, and begin
By this example to correct each sin. [_Exeunt._

[_Flourish._

_King. Em._ By this we plainly view the two imposthumes
That choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness;
In both of which _Lavall_ was capital:
For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor,
That active noble thoughts had kept still working,
And then deliver'd him to drink and women,
Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are,
How infamous and foul, we see example.
Therefore, that great man that will keep his name,
And gain his merit out of Virtues schools,
Must make the pleasures of the world his fools. [_Flourish._

_The_ TRIUMPH.

_Enter Musicians: next them_, Perolot _with the wound he died_
_with. Then_ Gabriella _and_ Maria, _with their wounds: after
them, four Furies with Bannerets in[s]crib'd_ Revenge, Murder,
Lust _and_ Drunkenness, _singing. Next them_, Lavall _wounded.
Then [a] Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies_. [_Flourish._

_Enter_ PROLOGUE.

_From this sad sight ascend your noble eye,_
_And see old_ Time _helping triumphantly,_
_Helping his Master_ Man: _view here his vanities_
_And see his false friends like those glutted flyes,_
_That when they've suckt their fill, fall off, and fade_
_From all remembrance of him, like a shade._
_And last, view who relieves him; and that gone,_
_We hope your favour, and our Play is done_. [Flourish.

_Enter Anthropos, Desire, and Vain Delight; Bounty._

_Ant._ What hast thou done, _Desire_, and how imploy'd
The charge I gave thee, about levying wealth
For our supplies?

_Desire._ I have done all, yet nothing:
Tri'd all, and all my ways, yet all miscarried;
There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindes
Thou son of earth, colder then that thou art made of,
I came to _Craft_, found all his hooks about him,
And all his nets baited and set; his slie self
And greedie _Lucre_ at a serious conference
Which way to tie the world within their statutes:
Business of all sides and of all sorts swarming
Like Bees broke loose in summer: [I] declared
Your will and want together, both inforcing
With all the power and pains I had, to reach him;
Yet all fell short.

_Anth._ His answer.

_Desire._ This he gave me.
Your wants are never ending; and those supplies
That came to stop those breaches, are ever lavisht
Before they reach the main, in toys and trifles,
Gew-gaws, and gilded puppets: _Vain delight_
He says has ruin'd ye, with clappi[n]g all
That comes in for support, on clothes, and Coaches,
Perfumes, and powder'd pates; and that your Mistris,
The Lady _Pleasure_, like a sea devours
At length both you and him too. If you have houses,
Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll hear you,
And will be readie to supplie occasions;
If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid.
From him, I went to _Vanity_, whom I found
Attended by [a]n endless troop of Tailors,
Mercers, Embroiderers, Feather-makers, Fumers,
All occupations opening like a Mart,
That serve to rig the body out with braverie;
And th'row the roome new fashions flew like flyes,
In thousand gaudie shapes; _Pride_ waiting on her,
And busily surveying all the breaches
Time and delaying Nature had wrought in her,
Which still with art she piec'd again, and strengthened:
I told your wants; she shew'd me gowns and head-tires,
Imbroider'd wastcoats, smocks seam'd thorow with cut-works,
Scarfs, mantles, petticoats, muffs, powders, paintings,
Dogs, monkeys, parrots, which all seemed to shew me
The way her money went. From her to _Pleasure_
I took my journey.

_Anth._ And what says our best Mistris?

_Desire._ She danc'd me out this answer presently:
Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie.
I met old _Time_ too, mowing mankind down,
Who says you are too hot, and he must purge ye.