GUIDO

As melancholy night masques up heavens face, So does the Evening-star present her self Unto the careful Shepherds gladsome eyes, By which unto the fold he leads his flock. Marry Amen, I say: Madame, are you that were in for all day, now come to be in for all night? How now Count Arsena? Alas poor wench, thy husband's circumcised. The Spheres never danced unto a better tune. Found Music there. Whither is she going Signior? At the Gallows. What in a passion Signior? What's here? the capering Codshead tilting in the air? My Lord, you may yet o'er-take'em. This is conversion, is't not? as good as might have been, He turns religious upon his Wives turning Courtesan. This is joust Like some of our gallant Prodigals, When they have consumed their Patrimonies wrongfully, They turn Capuchins for devotion, Exit. Welcome to Pavy sweet, and may this kiss Chase Melancholy from thy company: Speak my souls joy, how fare you after travail. Fear keep with cowards, aire-stars cannot move. To think fear joy (deer) I cannot conjecture. Madame, I yield to you; Fear keeps with Love, My Oratory is too weak against you: You have the ground of knowledge, wise experience, Which makes your argument invincible. Custom allows it, and we plainly see Princes and women maintain flattery. I do; it's Count Gniaca, my endeared friend. Our loves are friendly twins, both at a birth; The joy you taste, that joy do I conceive, This day's the Jubilee of my desire. What sport affords this Climate for delight? As swift as thought, fly I to wish thee aid. Exit. Wrong not thy friend, deer friend, in thy extremes, Here's a profound Hippocrates, my deer, To minister to thee the spirit of health. Came my friend hither, Count Gniaca ? Where's my Isabella ? Good: I'll visit her. Locked against me, my saucy mallapert? Isabella life of love, speak, it's I that calls. Isab. at her window. Lordship? what's this? Isabella, art thou blind? Is not thy Lady mad? in verity I always Took her for a Puritane, and now she shows it. Do you hear dissimulation, woman sinner? Indeed I was one of your family once: But do not I know these are but brain-tricks: And where the Devil has the Fee-simple, he will keep possession. And will you halt before me that your self has made a cripple? Already turned apostate, but now all pure, Now damned your faith is, and loves endure Like dew upon the grass, when pleasures Sun Shines on your virtues, all your virtue's done. I'll leave thy house and thee, go get thee in, Thou gaudy child of pride, and nurse of sin. I thank thee for thy watchful service passed; Thy usher-like attendance on the Stairs, Being true signs of thy Humility. Ushers should have much wit, but little hair; Thou hast of both sufficient: prithee leave me, If thou hast and honest Lady, commend me to her, But she is none. Exit Anna, manet Guido. Farewell thou private strumpet worse then common. Man were on earth and Angel but for woman, That sevenfold branch of hell from them does grow, Pride, Lust, and Murder, they raise from below, With all their fellow sins. Women were made Of blood, without souls: when their beauty's fade, And their lust's passed, avarice or bawdry Makes them still loved: then they buy venery, Bribing damnation, and hire brothel slaves. Shame's their executors, Infamy their graves. Your painting will wipe off, which Art did hide, And show your ugly shape in spite of pride. Farewell Isabella poor in soul and fame, I leave thee rich in nothing but in shame. Then soulelesse women know, whose faiths are hollow, Your lust being quenched, a bloody act must follow. Exit. Thou dotest upon a devil, not a woman, That ha bewitched thee with her Sorcery, And drowned thy soul in leathy faculties, Her useless lust has benumbed thy knowledge, Thy intellectual powers, oblivion smothers, That thou art nothing but forgetfulness. I do embrace thy reconciled love. You have herd our Resolution, pray be gone. You know not wherefore? Forsend it heaven, Madame fit; how fare you? My lives best comfort speak, Oh speak sweet Saint. Thou shame to friendship, what intends thy hate? What? hath thy faith and and reason left thee both? That thou art only flesh without a soul: Hast thou no feeling of thy self and me? Blind rage that will not let thee see thy self. And thus I break thy dart, hers at thy whores face. Let reason govern rage, yet let us leave, Although most wrong be mine, I can forgive: In this attempt, thy shame will ever live. Leave her, and leave thy shame where first thou foundest it; Else live a bondslave to diseased lust, Devoured in her gulf-like appetite And infamy shall write thy Epitaph, Thy memory leaves nothing but thy crimes, A scandal to thy name in future times. Believe it friend, if her heart blood were vexed, Though you kill me, new pleasure makes you next: She loved me dearer, then she loves you now, Shee'll never be faithful, has twice broke her vow. This curse pursues female Adultery, They'll swim through blood for sins variety: Their pleasure Like a sea groundless and wide, A woman's lust was never satisfied. 'Tis Whores and Panders, that makes earth Like hell. I'll bring you on your way but must return; Lust is Like Aetna, and will ever burn. Yet now desire is quenched flamed once in height: Till man knows hell, he never has firm faith. Exeunt Ambo. Zounds, is the Huritano coming? Claridiana what's the A trampling of Horses herd. matter?