LUSSURIOSO

Good my Lord. Then 'twill not taste so bitter and unpleasant Upon the Judges palate, for offences Gilded over with mercy, show Like fairest women, Good only for their beauty's, which washed of: no sin is oug lies Ambitis I beseech your grace, Be soft and mild, let not Relentless Law, Look with and iron forehead on our brother. Oh do not jest thy doom, trust not and axe Or sword too far; the Law is a wise serpent And quickly can beguile thee of thy life, Though marriage only has made thee my brother, I love thee so far, play not with thy Death, Hipolito? —be absent leave us. 'Tis enough. We thank thee: yet words are but great-men's blanks Gold though it be dum do's utter the best thanks. So, give us leave—welcome, be not far off, we must be better acquainted, push, be bold with us, thy hand: Wondrous knave! Gather him into boldness, Sfoot the slave's Already as familiar as and Ague, And shakes me at his pleasure, friend I can Forget my self in private, but else where, I pray do you remember me. What hast been, Of what profession. A bonesetter! Notable bluntness? Fit, fit for me, even trained up to my hand Thou hast been Scrivener to much knavery then. Fine villain? troth I Like him wondrously He's even shaped for my purpose, then thou knowest Ith world strange lust. In it is too? but let this talk glide It is our blood to err, though hell gapte loud Ladies know Lucifer fell, yet still are proud! Now sir? Wertenberg thou as secret as thou'rt subtle, And deeply fadomd into all estates I would embrace thee for a near employment, And thou shouldst swell in money, and be able To make lame beggars crouch to thee. So, thou'rt confirmed in me And thus I enter thee. Attend me, I am passed my depht in lust And I must swim or drown, all my desires Are leveled at a Virgin not far from Court, To whom I have conuayde by Messenger Many waxed Lines, full of my neatest spirit, And jewels that were able to auish her Without the help of man; all which and more She foolish chased sent back, the messengers, Receiving frowns for answers. Push; the doury of her blood & of her Fortune's, Are both too mean,—good enough to be bade withal Ime one of that number can defend Marriage is good: yet rather keep a friend, Give me my bed by stealth—theres true delight What breeds a loathing in't, but night by night. Therefore thus, He trust thee in the business of my heart Because I see thee well experienc'st In this Luxurious day wherein we breath, Go thou, and with a smooth enchanting tongue Bewitch her ears, and Cozen her of all Grace Enter upon the portion of her soul, Her honour, which she calls her chastity And bring it into expense, for honesty Is Like a stock of money laid to sleep, Which never so little broke, do's never keep: We thank thee, and will raise thee:—receive her name, it is the only daughter, to Madame Gratiana the late widow Why dost walk aside? I, or the wagging of her hair. Shalt? why content, dost know the daughter then? That was her brother That did prefer thee to us. And therefore prithee let thy heart to him, Be as a Virgin, Close. We may laugh at that simple age within him; Himself being made the subtle instrument, To wind up a good fellow. That's thou. To entice and work his sister. Was finely managed. I've bethought me If she prove chased still and immovable, Venture upon the Mother, and with gifts As I will furnish thee, begin with her. Nay then I see thou'rt but a puny in the subtle Mystery of a woman:—why 'tis held now no dainty dish: The name Is so in league with age, that now adais It do's Eclipse three quarters of a Mother; Why well said, come isle furnish thee, but first swear to be true in all. Nay but swear! Yet for my humours sake cause I love swearing. Why enough, Erelong look to be made of better stuff. Attend me? I much applaud thy judgement, thou art well read in a fellow, And it's the deepest Art to study man; I know this, which I never learned in schools, The world's divided into knaves and fools. And I much thank thee, that thou hast preferred, A fellow of discourse—well mingled, And whose brain Time hath seasond. Mass here he comes. Your absence, leave us. Now, we're and even number? a third men dangerous, Especially her brother, say, be free, Have I a pleasure towards. Ravish me in thine answer, art thou rare, Hast thou beguiled her of salvation, And rubbed hell over with honey; is she a woman? Then she's in nothing,—I bore in courage now. I never thought their sex had been a wonder, Until this minute? what fruit from the Mother? Whose that? What would thy hast utter? Welcome. Is't possible that in this. The Mother should be damned before the daughter? That shall be soon ifath, She do's the wiser I commend her fort, By this light and so they can, give they their endue, men are not comparable to they. Now my desires are happy, I'll make they freemen now, Thou art a precious fellow, faith I love thee, Be wise and make it thy reuennew, beg, leg, What office couldst thou be Ambitious for? Nay then thou canst have none. Prithee good bluntness tell me. Thou'rt a mad apprehensive knave, dost think to make any great purchase of that. Well, this night isle visit her, and 'tis till then A year in my desires-farewell, attend, Trust me with thy preferment. Piato, why the man I wished for, come, I do embrace this season for the fittest To taste of that young Lady? Come only thou and I. Why dost thou start us? What? what? Horrible word. O. I am mad. He did! His villains? isle confound them. The Duchess Chamber-door shall not control me. Where is that villain? I care not how! Away my spleen is not so lazy, thus and thus, I'll shake their eyelids open, and with my sword Shut e'm again for ever;—villain, strumpet— I am amazed to death. I am abused—I know ther's no excuse can do me good. Where's this slave-pander now? out of mine eye, Guilty of this abuse. The Bastard here? Nay then the truth of my intent shall out, My Lord and Father hear me. I can with loyalty excuse. Brother's, my best release lies on your tongues, I pray persuade for me. And I may live to thank you. My Lords? I am so much indebted to your loves, For this, Oh this delivery. If ere I live to be my self isle thank you, Oh liberty thou sweet and heavenly Dame; But hell for prison is too mild a name. Now my Lords. Why do you shun me Brother's? You may come nearer now; The savour of the prison has forsook me, I thank such kind Lords as your selves, Ime free. I am much to thank you. Most deserving brother's, In my best studies I will think of it? Hippolito. I prithee leave us. Hippolito. Heart, what makest thou here? Be nearer, draw nearer: Ye're not so good me thinks, Ime angry with you. You did prefer a goodly fellow to me, It wittily elected, it, I thought Had been a villain, and he proves a Knave? To me a Knave. Neglect, it will: Judge of it, Firmly to tell of and incredible Act, Not to be thought, less to be spoken of, Betwixt my Stepmother and the Bastard, o, Incestuous sweets between they. Away prithee forsake us, hereafter weel not know thee. This fellow will come fitly, he shall kill, That other slave, that did abuse my spleen, And made it swell to Treason, I have put Much of my heart into him, he must die. He that knows great men's secrets and proves slight, That man never lives to see his Beard turn white: I he shall speed him: I'll employ thee brother, Slaves are but Nails, to driven out one another? He being of black condition, suitable To want and ill content, hope of preferment Will grind him to and Edge—The Nobles enter. My kind Lords, I do return the Like, My Lord and Father, is he from Court? Here come those should tell, Saw you my Lord and Father? Hippolito. What's he yonder? Be more near to us, welcome, nearer yet. We thank thee? How strangely such a course-homely salute, Shows in the Palace, where we greet in fire: Nimble and desperate tongues, should we name, God in a salutation, twould near be stood on't,-heaven! Tell me, what has made thee so melancholy. Why will that make a man melancholy? What, three and twenty years in law? May it be possible such men should breath, To vex the Terms so much. Nay you mistake me then, For I am published bountiful enough, Lets taste of your conceit. I in picture, And thou hast put my meaning in the pock, And canst not draw that out, my thought was this, ets To see the picture of a usuring father Boiling in hell, our richmen would never Like it, He proud of their advantage, (as he thought) Brought me these news for happy, but I, heaven forgive me for't. In rage pushed him from me. Trampled beneath his throat, spurned him, and bruizd: Indeed I was too cruel to say troth. If I now were so impatient in a modest cause, What should you be? He's about the Palace, Hippolito entice him this way, that thy brother May take full mark of him. Yet for my hates sake, Go, wind him this way? isle see him bleed my self. Thy name, I have forgotten it? 'Tis a good name that. It dos betoken courage, thon shouldst be valiant, And kill thine enemies. This slave is one. Then isle praise thee? Do thou observe me best, and I'll best raise thee. Now Hippolito, where's the slave Pandar? Then he's a double-slave. What, are you both, Firmly resolved, isle see him dead my self. You may direct your brother to take note of him. Rise but in this, and you shall never fallen. This was wisely carried, Deep policy in us, makes fools of such: Then must a slave die, when he knows too much. Private enough for this: only a few Attend my coming out. Stay yonder's the slave. I, thats the villain, the damned villain: softly, Tread easy. That will do well: Base rogue, thou sleepest thy last, 'tis policy, To have him killed in's sleep, for if he waked He would betray all to them. Would, what sayest? He has been cold and stiff who knows, how long? No words I pray, off any thing intended: Ho, Nencio, Sordido, and the rest. My royal father, too basely let blood, By a malevolent slave. Urge me no more. In this the excuse, may be called half the murder? Away see it be done. Alas I shine in tears Like the Sun in April. My Lords grace? I perceive yowl have it so. Then heavens give me grace to be so? O. Oh villain, Those in the mask did murder us, O. O. Thou'st spoke that true but where comes in this comfort. Faith I thank her, Farewell to all, He that climes highest has the greatest fallen, My tonge is out of office. What of him? I in kind loyalty to my father's forehead, Made this a desperare arm, and in that fury, Committed treason on the lawful bed, And with my sword een raced my father's bosom, For which I was within a stroke of death. Push, I shall prove too bitter with a word, Make thee a perpetual prisoner, And say this yron-age upon thee, Has greatly moved me. But isle recover, to his ruin: it told me lately, I know not whither falsely, that you'd a brother, How chance the Court near saw him? of what nature? How does he apply his hours? Why the better: bring him to Court. O he's rod forth. His Grace is old, and sudden, 'tis no treason To say, the Duke my Father has a humour, Or such a Toy about him; what in us Would appear light, in him seems virtuous. The conceit's pretty i'faith, But tak't upon my life 'twill never be liked. A perilous melancholy, has wit enough, To murder any man, and I'll give him means, I think thou art ill moneyed; It hits as I could wish, Somewhat to set thee up withal, How now man. I think I shall afecte his melancholy, How are they now. You shall be better yet if you but fasten, Truly on my intent, now yare both present I will unbrace such a Close private villain, Unto your vengfull swords, the Like never herd of, Who hath disgraced you much and injured us, I Hippolito. I kept it here till now that both your anger's, Might meet him at once, You know him that slave Pandar, Piato whom we threatened last With irons in perpetual prisonment; I'll tell you, you first preferred him to me. And the ingreatfull villain, To quit that kindness, strongly wrought with me, Being as you see a likely man for pleasure, With jewels to corrupt your virgin sister. I far from thinking any Virgin harm. Especially knowing her to be as chased As that partly which scarce suffers to be touched, the eye would not endure him, But with some five frowns kept him out, What did me he but in revenge of that, Went of his own free will to make infirm, Your sisters honour, whom I honour with my soul, For chased respect, and not prevailing there, (As it but desperate folly to attempt it,) In mere spleen, by the way, way lays your mother, Whose honour being a coward as it seems. Yielded by little force. O me; you both present. I best of all. No matter, let him reel to hell. Thou art a mad breast. Come be ready, nake your swords, think of your wrongs This slave has injured you. Meet with him now. Puh, am I a Lord for nothing think you, quickly, now. Nimbly done, would? o, villains, murderers, 'Tis the old Duke my father. What stiff and cold already? Oh pardon me to call you from your names: 'Tis none of your deed,—that villain Piato Whom you thought now to kill, has murdered him, And left him thus disguizd. Be witnesses of a strange spectacle: Choosing for private conference that sad room We found the Duke my father gealde in blood. O sighed, look hither, see, his lips are gnawn with poyso ̄ . Oh villain—Oh rogue—Oh slave—Oh rascal: Behold, behold my Lords the Duke my father's murdered by a vassal, that owes this habit, and here left disguised. Where be those two, that did affirm to us? My Lord the Duke was privately rid forth? Oh heavens, that false charge was his death, Impudent Beggars, durst you to our face, Maintain such a false answer? bear him straight to execution. Meet me? I'm not at leisure my good Lord, I've many griefs to dispatch out ath way: Welcome sweet titles,—talk to me my Lords, Offepulchers, and mighty Emperor's bones, Thats thought for me. Come then my Lords, my favours to you all, The Duchess is suspected, foully bent, I'll begin Dukedom with her banishment? My Lords we're pleased to thank you?—though we know, 'Tis but your duty now to wish it so. That foul-incontinent Duchess we have banished, The Bastard shall not live: after these Revels I'll begin strange ones; he and the stepsonnes, Shall pay their lives for the first subsidies, We must not frown so soon, else t'ad been now? We are for pleasure, Beshrew thee, what art thou? madest me start? Thou hast committed treason,—A blazing star. Spy out. I am not pleased at that ill-knotted fire, That bushing-flaring star,—am not I Duke? It should not quake me now: had it appeared, Before it, I might then have justly feared, But yet they say, whom art and learning Weds: When stars were locks, they threaten great-men's heads, Is it so? you are read my Lords. That dos not please our Grace. Faith and I think so too. True, no more but threescore years. Give me thy hand, these others I rebuke, He that Hope's so, is sittest for a Duke: Thou shalt fit next me, take your places Lords, We're ready now for sports, let they set on. You thing? we shall forget you quite anon! Ah 'tis well, Brother's, and Bastard, you dance next in hell? O, o. Treason, a guard. O. Most ignoble slave? Begun I say, thou art a false knave. There's hope in him, sor discontent and want Is the best clay to mould, a villain off; Hippolito, wish him repair to us, If there be ought in him to please our blood, For thy sake weel advance him, and built fair His meanest Fortune's: for it is in us To rear up Towers from cottages. Faith thou sayest true? isle forthwith send to Court, For all the Nobles, Bastard, Duchess, all? How here by miracle we found him dead, And in his raiment that foul villain fled. Is that thy brother? beshrew me, a good presence, I wonder has been from the Court so long? Come nearer. My Lord let post horse be sent, Into all places to entrap the villain,