ANTONIO

Commandy the all This little World I'm Master of contains, And be assured 'tis granted; I have a life, I owe to death; and in my Countries causes I should— I dare not hear this; pardon bashful ears For suffering such a scarlet to overspread Your burning Portals. Gentlemen your discourses taste of Court, They have a relish of known flattery; I must deny to understand their folly: Your pardon, I must leave you, Modesty commands. Oh good Colonel be more a Soldier, Leave compliments for those that live at ease, To stuff their Table Books; and over a board, Made gaudy with some Pageant, beside custards, Whose quaking strikes a fear into the eaters, Dispute they in a fashionable method. A Soldiers language should be as his calling, (Ruff) to declare he is a man of fire. Farewell without the straining of a sinew, No superstitious cringe; adue Exit. What's he that passed? Theres something in his face I sure should know. But sister to your Beads; pray for distressed Scivel ; While I mount some watch tower, To overlook our enemies, religious laws Commands me fight for my loved Countries cause. Exit. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. So; And could my wish obtain a sudden grant From you Tribunal, I would crave, my senses Might be all steeped in Lethe, to forget What Machvile has spoken. Because you speak Not Like a man, that were possessed with a Mere Soldiers heart; much less a soul guarded With subtle sinews: Oh madness, can there be In nature such a prodigy so senseless, So much to be wondered at, As can applaud or lend a willing ear To that my blushes do betray I've been Tardy to hear? your childish policy. Nay then my Lord, I claim the privilege Of a Counseller, and will object. This my Prophetic fears, whispered my heart: When from a watch Tower I beheld the French Erect their spears; which Like a migthy Grove Denied my eyes any other object: The tops showed by a stolen reflection from The Sun Like Diamonds, or as the glorious Guilder of the day, should dame a lower visit, Then my warm blood; that used to play Like Summer, felt a change; Gray-bearded winter Froze my very soul, till I became Like the Pyrenian Hills, rapt in a robe of Ice: My Atticke fears froze me into a statue. I feared, but what? not our proud enemies, No, did they burden all our Spanish world: And I, poor I; only survived to threat defiance In the Mounsiers teeth, and stand Defendant For my Countries cause; naked, unarmed. I'de through their bragging Host, and pay my life A Sacrifice to death, for my loved Countries safety. Would. Oh sister, would! What killing sighed is this! cannot be she. Sister. Degenerate girl, lighter than wind or air; Canst thou forget thy birth? or because thou'rt fair Art privileged, dost think with such a zeal To grasp and under shrub? dare you exchange Breath with your Tailors, without fear of vengeance From the disturbed ghosts of our dead Parents, For their bloods injury? or are your favours Grown prostitue to all? my unkind Fate Grieves me not half so much, as thee forgetful. Stay gentle power, leave Hostage that thy promise Thou'lt perform, And I will offer to thy Diety More then my lazy heart has offered yet. But stay Antonio, can thy easy faith Give credit to a dream? and airy vision, Framed by strangling fancy, to delude weak Sense with a gay nothing? recollect thy self, Advice thee by thy fears, it may force hence This midnights shade of grief; And guild it with a morn as fallen of joy. As do's bright Phaebus to our Eastern World, When blushing he arises from the lap Of Seagreen Thetis to give a new day birth. Oh Giovanno it's my unpartial thoughts, That rise in war against my guilty conscience; Oh it stings me! As how good Master? I must call you so; This is your Livery. Did he say this? Nay droop not friend; Host, pray tell proud Machvile, I have a sword left to chastise A Traitor: come, let's go seek Evadne. Farewell good master. Exit. Deceive me not good glasses, your lights In my esteem never till now was precious, It's the same, I it's the very same I sleeping saw. Can this be truth? Oh shallow, shallow man To credit air, believe there can be substance In a cloud of thickened smoke, as truth hid in a dream; Yes there is truth, that Like a serowle fetched from And Oracle, betrays the double dealing of the gods; Dreams that speak all of joy do turn to grief, And such bade deludes my light belief. Amazement! o what tentors do you stretch? Oh how this alteration wracks my reason, i'm To find the Axletree on which it hangs? Am I asleep Happy, happy vision, the blessed preparative To this same hour, my joy wo'd burst me else. I would not wish to live but for thee, life were A trouble; welcome to my soul. What shall I offer to my life, preserver? Thus I deliver, in this kiss receive't. What's to be done? Be't as you please, it's my good genius will Thee I obey: command, isle follow still. Exeunt. Sure it's my sister, and that sleeping man Behold Antonio. What earthquake shakes my heart, With what a speed she flew into his arms! Would, her brother! Fortune has bound me So much in their debts, I must despair to pay they: Twice has my life been by these twins of goodness Plucked from the hand of death; that fatal emnity Between our houses here shall end, Though my Father at his death commanded me To eternity of hatred: What tie binds stronger then Reprieve from death? Come hither friend; now brother, take her, Thou hast been a noble Tailor. Pardon me; there is a bar that does Concern my life forbids you as a friend, To think on going to any place But to, the Tailors house, which is not far: Come, as we go I will relate the cause. Oh noble temper I admire thee! may The world bring forth such Tailors every day. Exeunt. Oh it's a merry one. Pray for ecesse: Exit Ant. Issue of his Hope's, strange; aside. Crowns enjoyment, Oh villain, Stay, Most honoured Count, (now for a forged link aside. Of flattery to chain me to his love;) Having with studious care gone over the Art Folly terms Magic, which more sublime souls Skilled i'the Stars, know is above that mischief; I find you're born to be above vulger greatness, Even to a Throne: but stay, let's fetch this Lady. Use modest violence. Stand wider, give her air. Before send it goodness; I, nay all; Ever many hours makes the now young day A type of sparkling youth; shall on their knees Pray for your highness. Madam— How easy is the faith of the ambitious. Yes Madam. Madam i'm both. Not any. It may be so, the horiscope is troubled; Death how she conjures; Madam I must search into the Planets. Planet said I; upon my life no planet Is so swift as her never resting evil, That's her tongue: well i'll not question What the poisons for, if for her self, The common Hangman's eased the labour of a blow, For if she live her head must certain off; The poison isle go get, and give it her, Then to the King: If Sebastiano's Frenchified disguise Purchase the Like discovery, our eyes Will be too scanty; we had needs to be All eye, to watch such haughty villainy. Exit. Yes, and it Like your grace, the Apothecary Called it a strong provocative to madness. Oh my disguise saved him that labour, sir, My habit, that was more Physician than my self, Told him 'twas to dispatch some property That had been torter'd with five thousand drug To try experiment: another man Sha'nt buy the quantity of so much Ratsbane Shall kill a Flay, but shall be had forsooth Before a Justice, be questioned; nay, perhaps Confined to peep throw and Iron grate: When your Physician may poison, who Not, cum privilegio: it is his trade. Doubt not my Lord. You see my Lord the poison is boxt up. above. Oh no my Lord, it's to the twins of treason: Machvile, and Raimond. Patience good my Lord; isle down. Exit. Confine your selves, the King is within hearing; therefore make show of liking Machviles plot: let him Mount high, his fallen will be the deeper: my life you shall be safe. His penitence works strongly on my temper. Of disguise, see falling Count: Antonio forgives thee. Peace, peace Aurelia ; be more merciful: Men are apt to censure, and will condemn Thy passion, call it madness, and say thou Wantest Religion: nay weep not sweet, For every one must die: it was thy love, For to deceive the Law, and give me life: But death you see has reached me, Oh, I die; Blood must have blood, so speaks the Law of Heaven: I slew the Governor, for which rash deed; Heaven, fate, and man, thus make Antonio bleed. Dies. Our foes increase to and unreckoned number: We less then nothing, since we have no hope To arrive a number, that may cope with Half their Army. It's my counsel we strike a league: It's wisdom to sue peace, where powerful Fate Threatens a ruin: leaft repent too late. Would my Lord, Coward and Traitor, 'tis a damned lie, And in the heart of him dares say't again I'll write his error. Deserved? Machvile thou liest; hadst thou a heart Of hardened steel, my powerful Arm Should pierce it. Now I repent too late my cash contempt, The horror of a Murderer will still Follow my guilty thoughts, fly where I will. Exit Antonio. Shred of a slave thou' liest. Brave; your mistress. Farewell Evadne, as thou love the peace Of our dead Ancestors, cease to love So loathed a thing; a Tailor, Why? it's the scorn of all; therefore be ruled By thy departing Brother, do not mix With so much baseness: Come Officers, bear me e'ne where you please, My oppressed conscience no where can have ease. Exit with Officers. My sister! worthy Tailor; it's a gift lies not in me to give: ask something else, it's thine, although it be gained with the quite extinguishing of this; this breath you gave me. Speak no further, I confess you have been all unto me, life, and being; I breath but with your licence: will no price buy out your interest in me, but her love? I tell thee Tailor, I have blood runs in me, Spain cannot match for greatness, next her Kings. Yet to requite thy love I'll call thee friend, be thou Antonio's friend; a fa vour nobles have thirsted for: will this requite thee? My sister thou wouldst say most worthy Tailor, she is not mine to give; honour spoke in my dying Father, it's a sentence that's Registered here, in Antonio's heart, I must not wed her, but to one in blood calls honour Father: Prithee be my friend, forget I have a sister; in love I'll be more than a brother; though not to mingle blood. As a servant, far from the thoughts of Wedlock. But for thy men. No more, flatter not my sin. What noise is that? A noise.