PIETRO

The night grows deep and fowl, what hour is't? From thee; be gone, I do not love thee, let me see thee no more, we are displeased. Be gone sirrah. Be gone hence. It shall be so. You shall be leagued with the Duchess. My Lords, the heavy Actium we intend, Is death and shame, two of the ugliest shapes That can confound a soul; think, think of it: I stri e, but yet Like him that gainst stone walls Directs his shafts, rebounds in his own face, My Ladies shame is mine; o God 'tis mine. Therefore I do conjure all secrecy, Let it be as very little as may be; pray ye, as may be. Make frightless entrance, salute her with soft eyes, Strain nought with blood, only Ferneze die, But not before her brows: Oh Gentlemen, God knows I love her; nothing else, but this, I am not well. If grief that sucks veins dry, Rivels the skin, casts ashes in men's faces Be-dulls the eye, unstrengthens all the blood: Chance to remove me to another world, As sure I once must die: let him succeed: I have no child; all that my youth begotten, Hath been your loves, which shall inherit me: Which as it ever shall, I do conjure it. Mendoza may succeed, he's noble born, With me of much desert. Your silence answers I, I thank you, come on now: o that I might die Before her shame's displayed! would I were forced To burn my father's Tomb, unheal his bones, And dash them in the dirt, rather than this: This both the living and the dead offends: "Sharp S gery where nought but death amends. 'Tis grown to youth of day, how shall we waste this light? My heart's more heavy than a tyrants crown. Shall we go hunt? Prepare for field. Would God I could: Mendoza bid um haste: I would feign shift place; Oh vain relief! "Sad souls may well change place, but not change grief: As Dear being struck fly thorough many soll S, Yet still the shaft sticks fast, so; I am not much unlike to some sick man, That long desired hurtful drink; at last Swills in and drinks his last, ending at on Both life and thirst: Oh would I never had known My own dishonour! good God that men should Desire to search out that, which being found, kills all Their joy of life, to taste the tree of knowledge, And then be driven from out Paradise. Canst give me some comfort? Out upon him, he writ of Temperance and fortitude, yet lived Like a voluptuous epicure, and died Like and effeminate coward. Haste thee to Florence: here, take our Letters, see um sealed; away; report in private to the ho ored Duke, his daugh ters forced disgrace, tell him at length, We know, too much endue compliments advance, "Theres nought thats safe and sweet but ignorance. Would God nothing but the dogs were at it? let the Dear pursue safely, the dogs follow the game, and do you fol low the dogs; as for me, 'tis unfit one beast should hunt and oh there; I would one chases me: and it please you, I would be rid of you a little. What strange dream? Prettily begged: hold thee, isle prove thy dream true, tak't. Lost thy voice, how? Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crochets and most sweet closes, it shall be humorous, graven, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, spright lie, one in all, and all in one. Byr'lady too many; sing, my speech grows culpable of unthrifty idleness, sing. Oh can it be? Discovered he not Ferneze? All is damnation, wickedness extreme, there is no faith in man. Oh world! Lady, the blessedness of repentance to you. My cell 'tis Lady, where instead of masks, Music, tilts, tournies, and such court Like shows, The hollow murmur of the checkless winds Shall groan again, while the unquiet sea Shakes the whole rock with foamy battery: There Vsherlesse the air comes in and out: The rheumy vault will force your eyes to weep, While you behold true desolation: A rocky barrenness shall pierce your eyes, Where all at once one reaches where he stands, With brows the roof, both walls with both his hands. Belike your Lord not loved you, was unkind. Nay it fifty. Thou pinchest too deep, art too keen upon me. Yet great men would doon't. Prithee be, I love much misery, and be thou son to me. Why dost then salute him? Doth Ferneze live? Pa done and love, give leave to recollect My thoughts dispersed in wild aston shment: My vow stand fi to in heaven, and from hence I crave all love and p rdon. Where breath's that music? Come down thou ragged cur, and S arle here, I give thy dogged sullenness free liberty: trot about and be-spurtle whom thou pleasest. This Maleuole is one of the most prodigious affections that ever conversed with nature; A man, or rather a monster; more discontent then Lucifer when he was thrust out of the presence, his appetite is unsatiable as the Grave; as far from any content, as from heaven: his highest delight is to procure others vexati on, and therein he thinks he truly serves heaven; for t'is his posi cion, whosoever in this earth can be contented, is a flave and damned; therefore do's he afflict all in that to which they are most affected; the Elements struggle within him; his own soul is at vam riance within her self: his speech is halter-worthy at all hours: I Like him; faith, he gives good intelligence to my spirit, makes me understand those weaknesses which others flattery palli ates: hark, they sing; What didst there I wonder what religion thou art of. And what dost think makes most infidels Oh a religious policy. But what's the common news abroad Male ole, thou dogst rumor still? How dost spend the night, I hear thou never sleepest? You run. Oh God! A mischief fill thy throat, thou fowl jawed slave Say thy prayers. Thou shalt die. I am horn mad. Monstrously mad. Why? thou, thou hast dishonoured my bed. Yes slave by thee. Mendoza, I may err. Wilt thou tell me? Farewell. Strike. I am sorry for our shame: go to your bed: Weep not too much, but leave some tears to shed When I am dead. Alas, alas, that women's souls are blind. Thou canst not move us: we have blood enough. And please you Lady we have quite forgotten All your defects: if not, why then. Such was the Dukes sad fate. I am amazed, struck in a swown with wonder: I am commanded to poison thee. How dost thou live now a days Maleuol ? Dream, what dreamest? How? Speak; unshale him quick. Who? by whom? I burst with desire. What conformance relate, short, short. Stay, stay. What did God never make? Death and damnation! Oh revenge! Affliction to my bloods root. Incest. Hideous imagination! Next to Simony? Not sin? Why? Any thing, any thing Male ele thou shalt see instantly what temper my spirit holds; farewell, remember I forget thee not, farewell. Me thinks I hear him yet, Oh female faith! Go sow the ingrateful sand, and love a woman: And do I li e to be the scoff of men? To be the wittal cuckold, even to hug my poison? Thou knowest Oh truth! Sooner hard steel will melt with Southern wind; A Seamans whistle calm the Ocean; A town on fire be extinct with tears, Then women vowed to blushless impudence, With sweet behaviour and soft minioning, Will turn from that where appetite is fixed. Oh powerful blood! how thou dost slave their soul, I washed and Ethiop, who for recompense, Sullyde my name. And must I then be forced To walk, to live thus black: must, must, fie, He that can bear with must, he cannot die. With that he sighed too passionately deep, That the Dull air even groaned: at last he cries, Smke shame in seas, sink deep enough: so die. For then I viewed his body fallen and souse Into the fomie main, Oh then I S w That which me thinks I see; it was the Duke, Whom straight the nicer stomackt sea Belched up: but then. Oh let the last day fallen, drop, drop on our cursed heads; Let heaven vncla pe it self, vomit forth flames. Mendoza, Thou knowest I am a most plain breasted man. Tell me, indeed I herd thee rail. It will, my bozom's in some peace, till night. Why? It is too well, my bosom, and my heart, "When nothing helps, cut off the rotten partly. Not: the best of rest, good night. I thank you; boy, what dost thou dream of now? World whither wilt thou? Now had the mounting suns al-ripening wings Swept the cold sweat of night from earth's danke breast, When I (whom men call ermite of the Rock,) Forsook my Cell, and clamberd up a cliff, Against whose Base, the heady Neptune dashed His high cum lde brows: there was I eased my limbs, When lo, my entrails melted with the moan Some one, who far above me was climbde, did make: I shall offend. I am glad I was oh dained for ye. Any thing, any thing. Men. Heart of my life, thus then to the Citadel, Thou shalt consort with this Mal vole, There being at supper, poison him: It shall be l id upon Maria, who yields love, or die: Sk worser quick Like lightning. "Good deeds crawl, but mischief flies. At supper? I here renounce for ever regency: Oh Altofront, I wrong thee to supplant thy right: To trip thy heel up with a devilish slight. For which I now from throne am thrown, world tricks abjure: For vengeance thought comes slow, yet it comes sure. Oh I am change; for heerefore the dread power, In true contrition! do dedicate, My breath to solitary holiness, My lips to prayer, and my breasts care shall be, Restoring Altofront to regency. I would not the patience, wilt thou deserve me; tell, give it. Oh thou didst but dream boy, do not believe it, dreams prove not always true, they may hold in a short sword, but not in a jewel. But now sir, you dreamed you had pleased me with singing, make that true as I have made the other. In the Citadel? Thy friends? I need not wish. Poor loved soul. Yes. Lady, would done, would done. Come, lets dance, be once from sorrow free. Yes sweet. A tyrants jelosies are very nimble, you receive it all. Peace, next change, no words. Ignoble villain, whom neither heaven nor hell, goodness of God or man, could once make good. Madam, Pietro takes his wife Aurelia to Dam ce. with me? Leave us, leave us, now sir what is't? Vengeance and torture!