ALBANO

Can it be? is't possible? is't within the bounds of faith? Oh villainy. Is't possible I should be dead so soon? In her affects, how long is't since our shipprack? But how long is't since our shipwreck? Talk not of horns. Oh Celia how oft (When thou hast laid thy cheek upon my breast And with lascivious petulancy sewed. For Hymeneal dalliance marriage rights) Oh then how oft with passionate protests And zealous vows hast thou obliged thy love, In dateless bans unto Albanos breast? Then did I but mention second Marriage With what a bitter hate would she inuaigh Gainst retailed wedlock's. Oh would she lisp If you should die, (then would she slide a tear, And with a wanton languishment intwist Her hands) Oh God and you should die. Marry? Could I love life; my deer Albano dead Should any Prince possess his widows bed? And now see, see, I am but rumord drowned. If love be holy, if that mystery, Of co-vnited hearts be sacrament? If the unbounded goodness have infused. A sacred ardor if a mutual love Into our Speties, of those amorous joys, Those sweets of life, those comforts even in death Spring from a cause above our reasons reach? If that clear flame deduce his heat from heaven? 'Tis Like his cause's eternal always one As is the instiller of divinest love Unchanged by time immortal maugre death. But Oh 'tis grown a figment: love a jest: A comic Poesy: the soul of man is rotten Even to the core no found affection. Our love is hollow vaulted, stands on props, Of circumstance, profit or ambitious Hope's. The other tissue Gown or Chain of pearl Makes my coy minx to nussell betwixt the breasts Of her lulled husband, tother Carkanet, Deflowres that Ladies bed: one hundred more Marries that loathed blouse, one ten pound odds In promised jointure makes the hard palmed sire, Enforce his daughters tender lips to start At the sharp touch of some loathed stubbed beard, The first pure time the golden age is fled, Heaven knows I lie 'tis now the age of gold, For it all marreth and even virtues sold. Good, good, good, go to my brother Adrian, Tell him I'll lurck, stay, tell him I'll lurck, stay, Now is Albanos marriage bed new hung With fresh rich Curtains, now are my valence up, Embossed with orient Pearl, my Grandsires gift, Now are the Lawn sheets fumed with Vyolets, To fresh the pawld lascivious appetite, Now work the Cooks, the pastry sweats with slaves, The Marchpanes glitter, now now the musicians Hover with nimble sticks over squeaking crowds, Ticling the dried guts of a Mewing Catt, The Tailors, Starchers, Semsters, Butchers, Pulterors, Mercers, all, all, all, now now now, none think a me, the f f f French is to f f f fine man, de p p p pock man, de — Uds so, so, so, soul thats my velvet cloak. I can contain my impatience no longer, you Mon sieur Cauelere, Saint Dennis, you Capricious Sir, Sinior Caran to French braule, you that must marry Celia Galanto, is Albano drowned now? go wander, avant Knight, errant Celia shall be no Cuck-quean, my heir no beggar, my plate no pawn, my land no mortgage, my wealth no food for thy luxuries, my house no harbour for thy Comrades my bed no booty for thy lusts, my any thing shall be thy no thing, go hence pack, pack, avant, caper, caper, alone, alone, pass by, pass by, cloak your nose, away, vanish, wander de partly, slink by away. What perfumer? what Giacomo ? What Perfumer? what Muscat? what Francisco, what do you lack, is't not enough that you kissed my wife? I enough, and may be, I fear me too much, but you must flout me, deride me, scoff me, keep out, touch not my porch, as for my wife— My sword: menace Albano before his own doors. Jesu, Jesu, what intends this? would? Some body knows me yet, praise heaven some body knows me yet. Do not tempt my patience, go to, do not. Fool, or mad, or drunk no more. Nay then take all, take all, take all— Francisco Soranza and perfumer and muscat, and gut ter master hay, hay, hay, go, go, go, gods f, f, f, fut; I'll to the Duke and I'll so ti, ti, ti, ticle them. Whop what devil now? Whats that to thee My sword boy S, S, S, S, soul my sword. See see. See, see, Jesu, Jesu, impostors, conycatchers, Sancta Maria ? Most loved kinsman praise to Heaven yet, You know Albano, but for yonder slaves—well. Had not you come (deer brother Adrian ) I think not one would know me. Ulysses dog Had quicker scence then my dul Countrymen, Why none had known me. Whip, whip, Heaven preserve all Saint Mark Saint Mark. Brother Adrian, be frantic prithee be Say I am a Perfumer Francisco, hay hay Is't not some feast day you are all rank drunk Rratts ra, ra, ra, rats knights of the be, be, be, bell, be, be, bell. Farewell? would? is't even so? boy who am I? No no I'll believe nothing, no, The disadvantage of all honest hearts Is quick credulity, perfect state policy Can crossbite even sense, the world's turned Juggler, Casts mystes before our eyes Haygh pass re pass I'll credit nothing. Hence ass. Does not Opinion stamp the currant pass, Of each men value, virtue, quality? Had I ingrossed the choice commodities Of heavens traffic, yet reputed vile I am a rascal; Oh deer unbelief, How wealthy dost thou make thy owners wit? Thou train of knowledge, what a privilege Thou givest to thy possessor: anchorst him, From floating with the tide of vulger faith: From being damed with multitudes deer unbelief, I am a Perfumer, I, thinkest thou my blood, My brother's know not right Albano yet? Away 'tis faites, if Albanos name, Were liable to scence, that I could taste or touch Or see, or feel it, it might tice belief, But since 'tis voice, and air, come to the Muscat boy, Francisco, thats my name 'tis right, I, I, What do you lack? what is't you lack right that's my cry. Exeunt Celia open, open Celia, I would enter, open Celia. What Celia let in thy husband Albano what Celia. Uds f, f, f, fut let Albano enter. B, b, b, bar out Albano, Oh Adulterous impudent. Now brother's, now gallants, now sisters now call a Perfumer a gutter-master, bar me my house, beat me: baffle me, scoff me, deride me, would that I were a young man again, by the mass I would would you all by the ears, by the mass law; I am Francisco Soranza am I not giglet: strumpet, cutters, swag gerers, brothel haunters, I am Francisco, Oh God, Oh slaves, Oh dogs, dogs, curs. But even Albano. Before my own f, f, f, face. I'll f, f, fiddle ye. Dost m, m, m, mock me. I'll f, f, follow, though I st, st, st, stut, isle stumble to the Duke in p, p, plain language, I pray you use my wife well, good faith she was a kind soul and and honest woman once, I was her husband and was called Albano before I was drowned, but now after my resurrection I and I know not what indeed bro the, and indeed sisters and in deed wife I am: What you will, dost thou laugh, dost thou ge, ge, ge, girn; a p, p, p, perfumer a fiddler, a Diabalo, matre de Dios, I'll f, f, f, firk you by the Lord now, now I will. Exit Albano. Lorenzo Celso our brave Venice Duke, Albano Belletzo, thy Merchant, thy soldier, thy Courtier, thy slave, thy anything, thy What thou wilt, kisses thy noble blood, do me right or else I am canonized a cuckold, canonized a cuckold, I am abused, I am abused, my wives abused, my clothes abused, my shape, my house my all abused, I am sworn out of my self, beated out of my self baffled, geird at, laughed at, barred my own house, de barred my own wife, while others swill my wines, gourmandise my meat, meat, kiss my wife, Oh gods, Oh gods, Oh gods, Oh gods, Oh gods. It is right, 'tis true, right, I am a fiddler, a fiddler, a fid ler uds fut a fiddler; I'll not believe thee thou art a woman, and 'tis known veritas non querit angulos, truth seeks not to lurk under varthingalls, veritas non querit angulos, a fiddler? I, mock on, scoff on, flout on, do do do. I good, good, come hither Celia, Burst breast, rive heart a sunder? Celia Why startest thou back: seest thou this Celia Oh me how often with lascivious touch thy lip, Hath kissed this mark? how oft this much wronged breast Hath born the gentle weight of thy soft cheek? What a fiddler, a fiddler? now thy love. I am sure thou scornest; it nay Celia, I could tell What on the night before I went to sea, And took my leave with Hymeneal rights What, thou lispsd Into my ear, a fiddler and perfumer now. Shall I be brave, shall I be my self now, love, give me thy love, brother's give me your breasts, French knight reach me thy hand, perfumer thy fist. Duke I invite thee, love I forgive thee: Frenchman I hug thee, I'll know all, isle pardon all, and I'll laugh at all. Ten thousand Ducats too to boat are laid. I home invite you all, come sweet, sweet wife, My liege vouchsafe thy presence, drink till the ground look blue, boy. Yes boy I'll trust thee, babes & fools isle trust But servants faith, wives love, or females lust, A usurer and the devil sooner. Now were I dead, Me thinks I see a huff-cap swaggering sir, Pawning my plate, my jewels, mortgage? Nay Selling out right the purchase of my brows, While my poor fatherless lean tottered son, My gentries relics, my houses only prop, Is sawed a sunder, lies forlorn, all bleak, Unto the griefs of sharp Necessities, While his father in law, his father in Devil, or worser worser worser worser Devil, f f f father, Or who who who who; What you will, When is the marriage morn? Wast even so i'faith why then capricious mirth, Skip light moriscoes in our frolic blood, Flagged veins, sweet, plump with fresh infused joys: Laughter pucker our cheeks, make shoulders shog, With chucking lightness, love once more thy lips, For ever clasp our hands, our hearts, our Crests, Thus front, thus eyes, thus cheek, thus all shall meet. Shall clip, shall hug, shall kiss, my deer, deer sweet, Duke wilt thou see me revel, come love dance, Court gallants court; suck amorous dalliance. By this breast you lie The Samian faith is true, true, I was drowned And now my soul is skipped into a perfumer a gutter-master. A fiddler a scraper, a miniken tickler, a pum, a pum, even now a Perfumer, now a fiddler, I will be even What you will, do, do do, k, k, k, kiss my wife be, be, be, be, before. Excuse me gallants though my legs led wrong It's my first footing, wind out nimble tongue.