VENICE

Give over my claim: that should argue, A too cold temperature in love: besies It would disable the Venetian power Not to make good his challenge: I dare not. I grant, that Borgias her Uncle and Protector Promised you that which he cannot perform. But know Ferrara that my claim takes root And grows upon the promise of the State, I by the Senate was assured her love, And on that ground the justice of my cause Pleads. Thus in arms against the city walls. Give not such passage to your heat my Lord Although your pour we're equal with your pride I would dare stay Ferrara, and proclaim Thy title weak, thy claim litigious: Mine only joust, apparent, righteous. Yet let not fury so impeach our wisdoms To jar for her another does possess, And make our follies laughter to our foes: Will then Ferrara make his passion subject To and indifferency that I shall propound? She's the main claim of both our armed loves. You're frivolous: Why know Ferrara, thy prerogative Extends no further then thy sword can reach: Then when thy conquests hath confirmed thy will Thou mayest capitulate with ude commands, Ti l when proud Prince, stoop at imperious chance: For did no other title then my sword Make my claim righteous: yet the doubtful lot Cast on the ends of war, carries my fate Even with thy pride: the Lady as mine own To show and eminence that over looks thy hope, I challenge and aver the right of war Endue to my sword. To whom speaks Borgias? Senate, and you on whose authority, And pawn of honour I engagde my love, Slaved my affections, and did prostitute The freedom of my soul to Julia : Sleight not your wisdoms and your worths in counsel To serve the ends of hidden policy: Make good your words engagde, and as I live A Prince vnstainde in honour, I will free Your City from Ferrara's hottest fury. Where is she? speak: She's dead! Oh my Loves hard fate. Descend Protector, with her our arms are dead. Should I think her murdered, or that she still does live? And feed some hope by deeming him a villain, That sooths this sorrowful news into our ears? I might herein seem politic, and nurse Some mischief in my bosom for revenge, Of that wherein I b to suspect a wrong. The tricks of State-moules that work under Princes, Are at the best, but Like the vipers young, That how-so-ere prodigious and hurtful, To many open and secure passengers, Yet do they never live: without the death Of him that first gave motion to their breath. This keeps me honest still, the heavens and fate Are the best guardians to a wronged S ate. I forget them all. I were not worthy that it should be said I levied arms for love of Julia, Should I deny my presence at her hearse. The love of Julia Exacts f om me all rights of custom. Such welcome fits the death of Julia. Look from thy holy mansion sacred maid And see how prostrate I adore thy bliss: These arms in hope of conquest of thy love That rolled themselves in ste le, shall clasp the air, And in their empty foldings live still ba en Of all the comfort my you hs hope did promise. And since thy death takes my loves joy from me, I'll die a virgin-Saint and live with thee. I'll do all honour both to her and you. The better partly of love endue to the living, Appears in friends even when their friends are dead, And think my Lord Protector that our love, For which we came in arms against your walls, Would not be wanting in one ceremony Endue unto Julia at her obsequy. Is Prusias returned from our Camp? Does our Lieutenant keep a careful watch Are Sentinels set out? Rest to you all. Exit. Who speaks to Venice? within. Delusive voice, why dost renew my grief By naming Julia ? Dissolve you glassy pearls and melt in drops, Or with the teare-spent mother Niobe Turn into stones: shall I believe my thoughts, And credit what thy shape presents to me? Thou art the Ghost of murdered Julia. Immortal essence Virgin-element So may I term thy airy substance freed From the gross mixture of our earthly load: O I am thronged with passion & each craving vent None can have passage till some tears be spent, Fallen fallen you silver pearls, and of the ear h Purchase a soft relenting at my griefs. Shower down Like rainy drops, and pierce the stones Make them receive my sorrows, or from mine eyes Run Like to crystal rivers through the world, Slide over the flowery meadows that the Nymph's Dancing in feary rings upon the grass, May leave their sport, and weep to see you pass, Where by the doleful murmur as you go, The hills may here you mourn and found my woe, Pardon: if I be tedious virgin spirit, Or if my grief be too effeminate: Thy habit is and Index to revenge, Which thy wrongs seem to plead for of my love, Speak them, or deal them through the yielding air Into my ears, and they shall be to me Like the stern drum, or music of the war Unto the coward, or the fainting soldier. Murder is open mouthed, and as the Sea Whose covetous waves in prisond by thy land, Bellow for grief and roar upon the sand. So from the earth it cries, and Like a child Wronged by his careless nurse will not be stilled: Are you then deaf yea gods, you cannot hear it? Or is joust Libra fallen out of your Spheres, That wronged States must to the earth appeal For justice and revenge. Then 'tis not profane Usurp your functions: my hand shall be as joust As my soul loving: and they both shall leave A story to the world of my revenge. Nor in succeeding times shall be forgotten. Venice revenged those wrongs the heavens would not. I interrupt what that wouldst say, and seem To crown all vengeance in a passion. Speak but his name. Enough. Oh that the genius that attends on man, Should be a doubtful Oracle to the soul And whispering to our intellect what fate Hangs Like a falling tower upon his state, Yet be no more of force to length our joy Then were Cassandra's prophecies to Troy. Disloyal treacherous villain Borgias, Some Hydras poison, or the blood of Nessus Cleave to thy flesh: O my blood swells beyond my power: my voice Louder then his that thunders through the clouds, Shall speak this monstrous murder to the world, I'll be thy Orator wronged spirit and plead Blood and revenge for thee though thou best dead. I will. Peace to thy soul Adieu. Exit. Sir we thank you: neither is there one Known unto us in Florence, on whose worth, I dard assure such safety as from you, And to that end I brought this gentleman, As well to acquaint you with this deep occurrence, That much concerns your present state, as crave A guard for our security gainst danger. Death hath not changed her form: see her face, You may discern her by her character. Soul of delusion, in this very shape The ghost of Julia was presented unto me. From hence the voice was herd, be circumpect. Julia and Mulleasses? Thus I redeem her. Hold monster. Thy death shall ransom her. She lives damed villain and outlives thy hate. Damned illusion. Just end of treason. As the joust reward of danger. My Lord I claim her love. Philenzo: We can but grieve at great Ferrara's lose: Ambassadors from us shall plead our sorrows Even to your Senates: mean time his obsequies Shall want no honour: Signior Bordello We give you liberty: what remains undone Shall by the Senate be confirmed: lead on. Yes at thy bosom. Found Cornets: they stay. Speak it. Thou wrongest me to make question of my love. Whatsoever thou art. That I demand of you. What wouldst thou more? We thank you.