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Royal blood: monster he deserves to die, If Italy had no more Hope's but he. How hardly shall that maiden be beset, Whose only Fortune's, are her constant thoughts, That has no other child's-part but her honour, That Keeps her low; and empty in estate. Maids and their honours are Like poor beginners, Were not sin rich there would be fewer sinners; Why had not virtue a reuennewe? well, I know the cause, twold have impoverished hell. How now Dondolo. Whats that? I understand thee not; Why say so madman, and cut of a great deal of dirty way; had it not been better spoke in ordinary words that one would speak with me. Yours be your one sir, go direct him hither, I hope some happy tidings from my brother, That lately travailed, whom my soul affects. Here he comes. O they shall thank you sir, Whence this, From whom? Receive that! I swore I'de put anger in my hand, And pass the Virgin limits of my self, To him that next appeared in that base office, To be his sins Attorney, bear to him, That figure of my hate upon thy check While 'tis yet hight, and I'll reward thee fort, Tell him my honour shall have a rich name, When several harlots shall share his with shame, Farewell commend me to him in my hate! Madam, Madam what makes yond evil officed man, In presence of you; He lately brought Immodest writing sent from the Dukes son To tempt me to dishonourable Act, I cry you mercy. Lady I mistook you, Pray did you see my Mother; which way went you? Pray God I have not lost her. Why are you she? The world's so changed, one shape into another, It is a wise child now that knows her mother? It is a pretty saying of a wicked one, but me thinks now It dos not show so well out of your mouth, Better in his. I to lose your honour. I to the Devil. False, I defy you both: I have endured you with and ear of fire, Your Tongues have struck hot irons on my face; Mother, come from that poisonous woman there. Do you not see her, she's too inward then: Slave perish in thy office: you heavens please, Henceforth to make the Mother a disease, Which first begins with me, yet I've outgone you. Now mother, you have wrought with me so strongly, That what for my advancement, as to calm The trouble of your tongue: I am content. To do as you have wished me, To prostitute my breast to the Dukes son: And put my self to common Usury. Hope you I will not? That's not the hope you look to be saved in. Do not deceive your self, I am, as you een out of Marble wrought, What would you now, are ye not pleased yet with me, You shall not wish me to be more lascivious Then I intend to be. How often have you charged me on your blessing To be a cursed woman—when you knew, Your blessing had no force to make me lewd, You laid your curse upon me, that did more, The mother's curse is heavy, where that fights, Sons set in storm, and daughters lose their lights? I wonder what you mean, are not you she For whose infect persuasions I could scarce Kneel out my prayers, and had much ado In three hours reading, to untwist so much Of the black serpent, as you wound about me. Push, now it's too late, No, deny advancement, treasure, the Dukes son. Oh mother let me twine about your neck, And kiss you till my soul melt on your lips, I did but this to try you. Indeed I did not, for no tonge has force to altar me from honest If maidens would, men's words could have no power, A vergin honour is a crystal Tower. Which being weak is guarded with good spirits, Until she basely yields no ill inherits.
Plot summary
Plot — The Revenger's Tragedy
Nine years ago, the DUKE poisoned Gl@fiana when she refused to submit to his sexual advances; Windies has preserved her skull. HippOlit6 is given the task of recruiting a pander for the Duke’s son [iisstinioso, and brings Mimdiee, his brother, to court in disguise. The object of seduction turns out to be their sister, @AStiZa. Vindice undertakes the task, incognito as the pander (Piato’; he is delighted at Castiza’s outraged rejection, but less pleased at their mother’s venal readiness to countenance a liaison between her daughter and the heir apparent. ‘Piato’ reports this limited success back to Lussurioso. The Prince changes his initial plans to visit Castiza that night when he learns of a chance to catch his bastard brother Spud in bed with the DweHessl However, Spurio has changed his plans too, in the expectation of catching Lussurioso in the act of raping Castiza; so when Lussurioso bursts in on the Duchess with his sword drawn, it is the Duke who is with her, and he is arrested. Two of the Duchess’s sons plead insincerely for their stepbrother’s release, and put their pleas into reverse when the Duke, recognizing their malice, agrees to pardon him. Finally, without their knowledge, he sends order for Lussurioso to be freed. Meanwhile, the Duchess’s younger son, Jaimi6r has raped Ammtonio'siwifé at a recent court masque. He is tried and convicted for the crime, but the Duke defers sentencing until a later date. The victim poisons herself in shame; and a group of lords, including Hippolito, decide to take the law into their own hands should the Duke grant a reprieve. AlbiHOS6 and Sipenvaeuo use the Duke’s signet to order Lussurioso’s immediate execution, not knowing that he has already been released; in consequence it is Jiii6r who is beheaded. His brothers receive the severed head and are busy congratulating themselves on their stratagem when [bussurioss arrives, with his head still on. The Duke engages ‘Piato’ to get him a girl in secret. Waimedice arranges the assignation at a place where the Duchess and Spurid have agreed to meet. The ‘lady’ is also not what the Duke expects: Gléfianasiskull The Duke kisses the skull and is poisoned by it; the last thing he sees is the Duchess and Spurio together. Later, the brothers violently force their mother to repent; (Castiza then tests her by pretending to agree to sex with Lussurioso. Dissatisfied with ‘Piato’, IGSSii0sS6 asks Hippolito to bring his brother Vindice to court as a replacement; his first…