BRACHIANO

Your best of rest. Flamineo. Quite lost Flamineo. Are we so happy. We are happy above thought, because above merit. Oh but her jealous husband. Oh should she fail to come, Give credit: I could wish time would stand still And never end this enteruew this hour, But all delight does it self soonest dcuour. Let me into your bosom happy Lady, Pour out in stead of eloquence my vows, Lose me not Madam, for if you forcgo me I am lost eternally. You are a sweet Physician. Excellent Creature. We call the cruel fair, what name for you That are so merciful? What value is this Jewel In sooth isle have it; nay I will but change My Jewel for your Jewel. Yes. Your hand boy growing to soldier. Oh dissemblance. Do you bandy factions gainst me? have you learnt, The trick of impudent baseness to complain Unto your kindred? Because your brother is the corpulent Duke, That is the great Duke, 'Sdeath I shall not shortly Rackit away five hundredth Crowns at Tennis, But it shall rest upon record: I scorn him Like a shaved Pollake, all his reverent wit Lies in his wardrobe, he's a discreet fellow When he's made up in his robes of state, Your brother the great Duke, because has galleys, And now and then ransacks a Turkish flyboat, (Now all the hellish furies take his soul,) First made this match, accursed be the Priest That sang the wedding Mass, and even my Issue. Your hand I'll kiss, This is the latest ceremony of my love, Henceforth I'll never lie with thee, by this, This wedding-ring: I'll ne'remore lie with thee. And this divorce shall be as truly kept, As if the Judge had doomed it: fare you well, Our sleeps are severed. Let not thy love, Make thee and unbeliever, this my vow, Shall never on my soul be satisfied With my repentance: let thy brother rage Beyond a horred tempest or sea-fight, My vow is fixed. Never? You see it's not my seeking. May it thrive with you. Forbear your kindness, and unbidden guest Should travail as dutch-women go to Church: Bear their stools with them. That question Enforceth me break silence, I was there. Cowardly dogs bark loudest. Sirrah Priest, I'll talk with you hereafter,—Do you hear? The sword you frame of such and excellent temper, I'll sheath in your own bowels: There are a number of thy coat resemble Your common post-bois. Now you and I are friends sir, we'll shake hands, In a friends graven, together, a fit place, Being the emblem of soft peace t'attone our hatred. I will not chase more blood from that loved check, You have lost too much already, fare-you-well. What's that you read Flamineo? Would? To the most unfortunate his best respected Vittoria. Who was the messenger? No! Who sent it? I'll open't, were't her heart. What's here subscribed This juggling is gross and palpable. (Florence? I have found out the conveyance; read it, read, it. Udsdeath, I'll cut her into Atomies And let th'irregular Northwind sweep her up And blow her int' his nostrils. Where's this whore? O, I could be mad, Prevent the cursed disease shee'l bring me to; And tear my hair off. Where's this changeable stuff? In you Pandar? A bloodhound: do you brave? do you stand me? Would you be kicked? Do you know me? Pandar, ply your convoy, and leave your prating. Do you face me? Can you read Mistress? look upon that letter; There are no characters nor Hieroglyphics. You needs no comment, I am grown your receiver, Gods precious you shall be a brave great Lady, A stately and advanced whore. Come, come, let's see your Cabinet, discover Your treasury of loveletters. Death and furies, I'll see them all. Confusion on your politic ignorance. You are reclaimed; are you? I'll give you the bells And let you fly to the devil. Right: they are plots. Your beauty! o, ten thousand curses on't. How long have I beheld the devil in crystal? Thou hast led me, Like and heathen sacrifice, With music, and with fatal! yokes of flowers To my eternal ruin. Woman to man Is either a God or a wolf. Away. We'll be as differing as two Adamants; The one shall shun the other. What? dost weep? Procure but ten of thy dissembling trade, You'd furnish all the Irish funerals With howling, passed wild Irish. That hand, that cursed hand, which I have wearied With doting kisses! Oh my sweetest Duchess How lovely art thou now! Thy lose thoughts Scatter Like quicksilver, I was bewitched; For all the world speaks ill of thee. Whose death God pardon. I have drunk Lethe. Vittoria? My dearest happiness? Vittoria? What do you ail my Love? why do you weep? Are not those matchless eyes mine? Is not this lip mine? Wilt thou hear me? Once to be jealous of thee is to express That I will love thee everlastingly, And never more be jealous. Will you hear me? Shall these eyes, Which have so long time dwelled upon your face, Be now put out? Let us renew right hands. Never shall rage, or the forgetful wine, Make me commit Like fault. Be thou at peace with me; let all the world Threaten the Cannon. Sweetest. That you should chide thus! Stay ingrateful Room. (usage. Soft; the same project which the Duke of Florence, (Whither in love or gullery I know not) Laid down for her escape, will I pursue. I'll instantly steal forth the Prince Giovanni, And make for Padua. You two with your old Mother And young Marcello that attends on Florence, If you can work him to it, follow me. I will advance you all: for you Vittoria, Think of a Duchess title. You're nobly welcome. We have herd at full Your honourable seruice'gainst the Turk. To you, brave Mulinassar, we assign A competent pension: and are inly sorrow, The vows of those two worthy gentlemen, Make them incapable of our proffered bounty. Your wish is you may leave your warlike swords For Monuments I n our Chapel. I accept it As a great honour done me, and must crave Your leave to furnish out our Duchess revels. Only one thing, as the last vanity You ere shall view, deny me not to stay To see a Barriers prepared to night; You shall have private standings: It hath pleased The great Ambassadors of several Princes In their return from Room to their own Countries To grace our marriage, and to honour me With such a kind of sport. Was this your handiwork? Have comfort my grieved Mother. Mother, pray tell me How came he by his death? what was the quarrel? Go, bear the body to Corneliá; lodging: And we command that none acquaint our Duchess: With this sad accident: for you Flamineo, Hark you, I will not grant your pardon. Only a lease of your life. And that shall last But for one day. Thou shalt be forced each evening to renew it, or be hanged. You once did brave me in your sisters lodging; I'll now keep you in awe for't. Where's our beaver? And Armourer? uds death and Armourer? Tear off my beaver. Oh my brain's on fire, The helmet is poisoned. Away with him to torture. There are some great ones that have hand in this, And near about me. O I am gone already: the infection Flies to the brain and heart. Oh thou strong heart! There's such a covenant between the world and it, They're loath to break. Remove the boy away, Where's this good woman? had I infinite world's They were too little for thee. Must I leave thee? What say you scritch-owls, is the venomne mortal? Most corrupted politic hangma ̄ ! You kill without book; but your art to save Fails you as oft, as great men's needy friends. I that have given life to offending slaves And wretched murderers, have I not power To lengthen mine own a twelvemonth? Do not kiss me, for I shall poison thee. This unction is sent from the great Duke of Florence. Oh thou soft natural death, that art joint-twin, To sweetest slumber: no rough-bearded Comet, Stares on thy mild departure: the dull Owl Beats not against thy casement: the hoarse wolf Sents not thy carrion. Pity winds thy coarse, While horror weights on Princes. On pain of death, let no man name death to me, It is a word infinitely terrible, Withdraw into our Cabinet Away, you have abused me. You have conveyed coin forth our territories; Bought and sold offices; oppressed the poor, And I never dreamt on't. Make up your accounts; I'll now be mine own Steward. Indeed I am too blame. For did you ever hear the dusky raven Chide blackness? or wast ever known, the devil Railed against cloven Creatures. Let me have some quails to supper. No: some fried dogfish. Your Quails feed on poison, That old dog-fox, that Politician Florence, I'll forswear hunting and turn dog-killer; Rare! I'll be Friends with him. for mark you, sir, one dog Still sets another a barking: peace, peace, Yonder's a fine slave come in now. Why there. In a blue bonnet, and a pair of breeches With a great codpiece. Would, would, would, Look you his codpiece is stuck full of pins With pearls o'th head of them. Do not you know him? Why it's the Devil. I know him by a great rose he wears on's shoe To hide his cloven foot. I'll dispute with him. He's a rare linguist. Nothing? rare! nothing! when I want money, Our treasury is empty; there is nothing, I'll not be used thus. See, see, Flamineo that killed his brother Is dancing on the ropes there: and he carries A moneybag in each hand, to keep him even, For fear of breaking's neck. And there's a Lawyer In a gown whipped with velvet, stares and gapes When the money will fallen. How the rogue cuts capers! It should have been in a halter. It's there; what's she? Would, would, would. Her hair is sprinkled with Arras powder, that makes her look as if she had sinned in the Pastry. What's he? He will be drunk: Avoid him: the argument is fearful when Churchmen stagger in't. Look you; six grey rats that have lost their tails, crawl up the pillow, send for a Rat-cather. I'll do a miracle: I'll free the Court From all foul vermin. Where's Flamineo? Vittoria? Vittoria! Nay let me see you wear it. Nay lower, you shall wear my Jewel lower. Most wishedly. That Tree. Sweetly shall I enterpret this your dream, You are lodged within his arms who shall protect you, From all the fevers of a jealous husband, From the poor envy of our phlegmatic Duchess, I'll seat you above law and above scandal, Give to your thoughts the invention of delight And the fruition, nor shall government Divide me from you longer then a care To keep you great: you shall to me at once, Be Dukedom, health, wife, children, friends and all. Come, come, I will not hear you. She had be better, Fie, fie, the woman's mad. No I'll to bed. Send Doctor Julio to me presently, Uncharitable woman thy rash tongue Hath raised a fearful and prodigious storm, Be thou the cause of all ensuing harm. As silent as i'th Church you may proceed. You have said my Lord, Now you that are his second, what say you? Do not Like young hawks fetch a course about Your game flies fair and for you, Happily. What of this? Will you urge that my good Lord Cardinal As partly of her confession at next Shrift, And know from whence it sails. Uncivil sir ther's Hemlock in thy breath And that black slander, were she a whore of mine All thy loud Cannons, and thy borrowed Switzers Thy Galleys, nor thy sworn confederates, Durst not supplant her. Thou hadst given a soul to God then. Spit thy poison, Thunder? in faith, They are but crackers. Thou'lt get nought by it but iron in thy wounds, And gunpowder in thy nostrils. Pity on thee, 'Twere good you'd show your slaves or men condemned Your new plowed forehead defiance, and I'll meet thee, Even in a thicket of thy ablest men. Have you proclaimed a Triumph that you bait a Lion thus. I am tame, I am tame sir. Would? Forward Lapwing. He flies with the shell on's head. Most wishedly, Like bones which broke in sunder and well set Knit the more strongly. Yes. You have charmed me. You are in health we see. So I wonder much, What amorous whirlwind hurried you to Room Devotion? Is your soul charged with any grievous sin Take your chamber? I do not use to kiss, If that will dispossess your jealousy, I'll swear it to you. Oh your breath, Out upon sweet meats, and continued Physic. The plague is in them. Must I be haunted out, or wast your trick To meet some amorous gallant here in Room That must supply our discontinuance? No more, go, go, complain to the great Duke. Well, take your course my honourable brother. Welcome say? She hath given a sharp welcome. Near lie with me? 'Twere best to let her have her humour. Some half days journey will bring down her stomach, And then she'll turn in post. About the murder. Oh the Doctor, Oh Saint Anthony fire: No more, I must employ thee honest Doctor, You must to Padua and by the way, use some of your skill for us. But for Camillo? Small mischiefs are by greater made secure. Now sir I claim your promise, it's dead midnight, The time prefixed to show me by your Art, How the intended murder of Camillo, And our loathed Duchess grow to Actium. Excellent, then she's dead, Me thought I saw, Count Lodowick there. 'Twas quaintly done, but yet each circumstance, I taste not fully. Noble friend, You bind me ever to you, this shall stand As the firm seal annexed to my hand. It shall enforce a payment. Why I came to comfort her, And take some course for settling her estate, Because I herd her husband was in debt To you my Lord. And 'twas strangely feared, That you would cousin her. Why my charity, my charity, which should flow From every generous and noble spirit, To orphans and to widows. Your mercenary post-bois, Your letters carry truth, but it's your guise To fill your mouth's with gross and impudent lies. Thou liest 'twas my stool. Bestow't upon thy master that will challenge The rest a'th householdstuff for Brachiano Was never so beggarly, to take a stool Out of another's lodging: let him make Valence for his bed on't, or a demy footcloth, For his most reverent moil, Monticelso, Nemo me Impune lacescit. Your application is, I have not rewarded The service you have done me. How miserable a thing it is to die, amongst women howling! What are those.