FERRARA

Why she is mine by promise. Herein you err: for know the Florentine Dying a Prince powerful and absolute (Not countermanded by a popular voice Or by ambitious factions of a Senate) Leaves the Protector in his daughters nonage Free Like himself, and absolute: of power To promise and perform: on his assurance Lives my loves right: then were you both Direct opposers of what I claim, by heaven And by that influence that made me great I would pursue my challenge through your bloods. Why what of her? She's dead! Dead! We are appeased: Venice I thus salute thee, and reconcile my fury in thy arms. 'Sdeath dead? I am amazed: possess me patience, Descend. Credulity F rrara is a virtue, I believe it: Borgias : o my sple ne, That he should think me so ridiculous, To fasten any faith on policy, The stateliest general prop is jealousy, On all men & their actions: I know it not. I take no pleasure in revenge. Should we not grant this, we might be taxed Of much dishonour. I yield my presence. So should all mourn and weep for Julia. I'll break no custom. You are too full of ceremony my Lord, Knowing your welcome prodigal, and full of state, And such as fits our mournful accidents. Where is Philenzo ? Are all in safety at our Camp? The night is old, And drowsy sleep hangs heavy on our eyes: Conduct us to our rest. Good night and sleep unto your sorrows. Exit. Fear and suspicion, two night-waking charms, Banish all sleep, suggesting in my thoughts, Falsehood and treason: I am slow and dull, Descending Like the earth: yet I know not what Pricks Like the thorn of Phil mell at my breast: And tells me there is danger in my rest. Sometime I think of Julia : and that thought Presents her loves in a living shape. When not remembering death, I open my arms, To tie a Gordian knot about her waste And bid her welcome: but that empty clasp, Deluding my false Hope's with nought but air, Makes my blood angry, and does turn my passion To seek a subject fit for my revenge: And then I ever think of Borgias. As if my love were wronged by Borgias. A groaning within. What means these sudden tumults in mine ears? Save me eternal guard of innocence: Treason, treason, villain thou shalt buy my blood. Julia : hah: stay 'tis gone: did I see? Or did my fear and fancy frame this form? Villain thou art some instrument of falsehood Confess thy treason. To do thee good my soul shall say as much And witness it before the Judge of souls, When at the general Bar we meet together. But I must use thy shape: this night I'll walk Hid in thy habit from discerning eyes: I'll pry about the Court, perhaps I may Once more see Julia's ghost, and learn her wrongs, By them to aim aright in my revenge. My hand first die the scene: and it shall fill The stage with vengeance: Nemesis shall wade Up to the chin and both herself in blood, The dangling snakes that hang about her neck Shall suck Like Lethe of the purple gore Shed for my Julia's death. I'll feast the ravenous people of the air, And fill the hungry wolves with sl ughtered men. The streets of Florence Like to e streets of Room (When deam h & S ll raingd) hall run with blood Their swelling channels with a scarlet tide Shall wash the stores, and for my Juli deam h The angry gods of wr that shall smil as pleased To S me so re engd: Eunuchum, thy death Is but a prologue to induce a plot, Mayest h u be blessed, th'art not w rth my hate I must reach higher, and on thy disguise, Lay but the groundwork for revenge to rise. Exit. Your pleasure. I do. It shall. The death of slaves pursue thee. hah Borgias, Protector: true true: clap clap you furies, Dance your black rounds, and with your iron whips, Fetching eternal lashes as you skip Strike a loud sounding music through the air, And make the night Queen pale to hear your noise. Be peaceful wronged Ghost where soere thou be'st, Post to the blessed fields where souls take rest: Drink Lethe freely for thou art revenged. Come thou enclosure of a damned soul, I'll be obedient bear to thy bed, Then in my chamber laugh that thou art dead. What sudden pain assaults my yielding heart? Livest thou damned villain? Stay but a minute longer, know that I have Thy promise and thy oath to be my guard, Thy slave I murdered and assumed his shape, I am Ferrara. Justice I thee implore, revenge my death I cannot vent my breast in love sick terms, Nor call to record all the gods of love For my integrity: nor prostitute, And oily pass ion curiously composed Of rhyming numb S at my mistress hearse: Or tell her dead tr ncke my true love in vearse: But since by death her love I am denied, To say I loud her is Ferrara's pride. If the indifferency you shall propound Divides not me from Julia : And with out her ther's no indifferency. What means his sudden parley from the walls? But whither bends your farfetched Oratory? Restore the Lady unto me: and on my honours pawn I'll free your City from the arms of V nice. We thank yous Distraction of my brain, what shape art thou? Then give my power a passage to my Love: And I command: That without stay you raise your powers And leave this cities siege unto our arms, Or what we aimed-at-games at them we'll turn on you. Hold the Protector there from falling. Some standersby help to unladen his burr hen. The Camel else will sink down under it. Unsheath it then.