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Plays distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. img: 1­a ismigg: :[ N1­/bA] sig: A1r ln 0001 THE ln 0002 REVENGER’S ln 0003 TRAGEDY. ln 0004 As it hath been sundry times Acted, ln 0005 by the King’s Majesty’s ln 0006 Servants. ln 0007 AT LONDON ln 0008 Printed by G. ELD, and are to be sold at his ln 0009 house in Fleet lane at the sign of the ln 0010 Printer’s Press. ln 0011 1607. img: 2­a ismigg: :A 21­vb sig: A2r wln 0001 The Revengers Tragedy. wln 0002 ACT. 1. SCENA 1. wln 0003 Enter Vindice, the Duke, Duchess, Lusurioso her son, wln 0004 Spurio the bastard, with a train, pass over the wln 0005 Stage with Torchlight. wln 0006 Vindice DUke: royal lecher; go, gray­haired adultery, wln 0007 And thou his son, as impious steeped as he: wln 0008 And thou his bastard true­begot in evil: wln 0009 And thou his Duchess that will do with Devil, wln 0010 Four exc’llent Characters — O that marrowless age, wln 0011 Would stuff the hollow Bones with damned desires, wln 0012 And ’stead of heat kindle infernal fires, wln 0013 Within the spendthrift veins of a dry Duke, wln 0014 A parched and juiceless luxur. O God! one wln 0015 That has scarce blood enough to live upon. wln 0016 And he to riot it like a son and heir? wln 0017 O the thought of that wln 0018 Turns my abused heartstrings into fret. wln 0019 Thou sallow picture of my poisoned love, wln 0020 My study’s ornament, thou shell of Death, wln 0021 Once the bright face of my betrothed Lady, wln 0022 When life and beauty naturally filled out wln 0023 These ragged imperfections; wln 0024 When two heaven­pointed Diamonds were set wln 0025 In those unsightly Rings; — then ’twas a face wln 0026 So far beyond the artificial shine wln 0027 Of any woman’s bought complexion wln 0028 That the uprightest man, (if such there be, wln 0029 That sin but seven times a day) broke custom wln 0030 And made up eight with looking after her, wln 0031 Oh she was able to ha’ made a Usurer’s son wln 0032 Melt all his patrimony in a kiss, wln 0033 And what his father fifty years told wln 0034 To have consumed, and yet his suit been cold: wln 0035 But oh accursed Palace! wln 0036 Thee when thou wert apparelled in thy flesh, wln 0037 The old Duke poisoned, wimlng :0 033­a8 Because thy purer part would not consent sig: A2v wln 0039 Unto his palsy­lust, for old men lustful wln 0040 Do show like young men angry, eager violent, wln 0041 Outbid like their limited performances wln 0042 O ’ware an old man hot, and vicious wln 0043 „Age as in gold, in lust is covetous. wln 0044 Vengeance thou murder’s Quit­rent, and whereby wln 0045 Thou show’st thyself Tenant to Tragedy, wln 0046 Oh keep thy day, hour, minute, I beseech, wln 0047 For those thou hast determined: hum: who e’er knew wln 0048 Murder unpaid, faith give Revenge her due wln 0049 Sh’as kept touch hitherto — be merry, merry, wln 0050 Advance thee, O thou terror to fat folks wln 0051 To have their costly three­piled flesh worn off wln 0052 As bare as this — for banquets: ease and laughter, wln 0053 Can make great men, as greatness goes by clay, wln 0054 But wise men little are more great than they? wln 0055 Enter her brother Hippolito. wln 0056 Hippolito Still sighing o’er death’s vizard. wln 0057 Vindice Brother welcome, wln 0058 What comfort bring’st thou? how go things at Court? wln 0059 Hippolito In silk and silver brother: never braver. wln 0060 Vindice Puh, wln 0061 Thou play’st upon my meaning prithee say wln 0062 Has that bald Madam, Opportunity? wln 0063 Yet thought upon ’s, speak are we happy yet? wln 0064 Thy wrongs and mine are for one scabbard fit. wln 0065 Hippolito It may prove happiness? wln 0066 Vindice What is ’t may prove? wln 0067 Give me to taste. wln 0068 Hippolito Give me your hearing then, wln 0069 You know my place at Court. wln 0070 Vindice Ay; the Duke’s Chamber wln 0071 But ’tis a marvel thou ’rt not turned out yet! wln 0072 Hippolito Faith I have been shoved at, but ’twas still my hap wln 0073 To hold by th’ Duchess’ skirt, you guess at that, wln 0074 Whom such a Coat keeps up can ne’er fall flat, wln 0075 But to the purpose. wln 0076 Last evening predecessor unto this, img: 3­b sig: A3r wln 0077 The Duke’s son warily enquired for me, wln 0078 Whose pleasure I attended: he began, wln 0079 By policy to open and unhusk me wln 0080 About the time and common rumor: wln 0081 But I had so much wit to keep my thoughts wln 0082 Up in their built houses, yet afforded him wln 0083 An idle satisfaction without danger, wln 0084 But the whole aim, and scope of his intent wln 0085 Ended in this, conjuring me in private, wln 0086 To seek some strange­digested fellow forth: wln 0087 Of ill­contented nature, either disgraced wln 0088 In former times, or by new grooms displaced, wln 0089 Since his Stepmother’s nuptials, such a blood wln 0090 A man that were for evil only good; wln 0091 To give you the true word some base­coined Pander? wln 0092 Vindice I reach you, for I know his heat is such, wln 0093 Were there as many Concubines as Ladies wln 0094 He would not be contained, he must fly out: wln 0095 I wonder how ill featured, vild proportioned. wln 0096 That one should be: if she were made for woman, wln 0097 Whom at the Insurrection of his lust wln 0098 He would refuse for once, heart, I think none, wln 0099 Next to a skull, though more unsound than one wln 0100 Each face he meets he strongly dotes upon. wln 0101 Hippolito Brother y’ave truly spoke him? wln 0102 He knows not you, but I’ll swear you know him. wln 0103 Vindice And therefore i’ll put on that knave for once, wln 0104 And be a right man then, a man o’ th’ Time, wln 0105 For to be honest is not to be i’ th’ world, wln 0106 Brother i’ll be that strange composed fellow. wln 0107 Hippolito And i’ll prefer you brother. wln 0108 Vindice Go to then, wln 0109 The small’st advantage fattens wronged men wln 0110 It may point out, occasion, if I meet her, wln 0111 I’ll hold her by the foretop fast enough; wln 0112 Or like the French Mole heave up hair and all, wln 0113 I have a habit that will fit it quaintly, wln 0114 Here comes our Mother. Hippolito And Sister. img: 4­a sig: A3v wln 0115 Vindice We must coin. wln 0116 Women are apt you know to take false money, wln 0117 But I dare stake my soul for these two creatures wln 0118 Only excuse excepted that they’ll swallow, wln 0119 Because their sex is easy in belief. wln 0120 Mother What news from Court son Carlo? wln 0121 Hippolito Faith Mother, wln 0122 ’Tis whispered there the Duchess’ youngest son wln 0123 Has played a Rape on Lord Antonio’s wife. wln 0124 Mother On that religious Lady! wln 0125 Castiza Royal blood: monster he deserves to die, wln 0126 If Italy had no more hopes but he. wln 0127 Vindice Sister y’ave sentenced most direct, and true, wln 0128 The Law’s a woman, and would she were you: wln 0129 Mother I must take leave of you. wln 0130 Mother Leave for what? wln 0131 Vindice I Intend speedy travail. wln 0132 Hippolito That he does Madam. Mother Speedy indeed! wln 0133 Vindice For since my worthy father’s funeral, wln 0134 My life’s unnaturally to me, e’en compelled wln 0135 As if I lived now when I should be dead. wln 0136 Mother Indeed he was a worthy Gentleman wln 0137 Had his estate been fellow to his mind. wln 0138 Vindice The Duke did much deject him. wln 0139 Mother Much? wln 0140 Vindice Too much. wln 0141 And through disgrace oft smothered in his spirit, wln 0142 When it would mount, surely I think he died wln 0143 Of discontent: the Nobleman’s consumption. wln 0144 Mother Most sure he did! wln 0145 Vindice Did he? ’lack, — you know all wln 0146 You were his midnight secretary. wln 0147 Mother No. wln 0148 He was too wise to trust me with his thoughts. wln 0149 Vindice I’ faith then father thou wast wise indeed, wln 0150 „Wives are but made to go to bed and feed. wln 0151 Come mother, sister: you’ll bring me onward brother? wln 0152 Hippolito I will. img: 4­b sig: A4r wln 0153 Vindice I’ll quickly turn into another. Exeunt. wln 0154 Enter the old Duke, Lussiurioso, his son, the Duchess; the Bastard, wln 0155 the Duchess’ two sons Ambitioso, and Supervacuo, the wln 0156 third her youngest brought out with Officers for the Rape two wln 0157 Judges. wln 0158 Duke. Duchess it is your youngest son, we’re sorry, wln 0159 His violent Act has e’en drawn blood of honor wln 0160 And stained our honors, wln 0161 Thrown ink upon the forehead of our state wln 0162 Which envious spirits will dip their pens into wln 0163 After our death; and blot us in our Tombs. wln 0164 For that which would seem treason in our lives wln 0165 Is laughter when we’re dead. who dares now whisper wln 0166 That dares not then speak out, and e’en proclaim, wln 0167 With loud words and broad pens our closest shame. wln 0168 Judge Your grace hath spoke like to your silver years wln 0169 Full of confirmed gravity; — for what is it to have, wln 0170 A flattering false insculption on a Tomb: wln 0171 And in men’s hearts reproach, the bowelled Corpse, wln 0172 May be seared in, but with free tongue I speak, wln 0173 „The faults of great men through their fierce clothes break, wln 0174 Duke They do, we’re sorry for ’t, it is our fate, wln 0175 To live in fear and die to live in hate, wln 0176 I leave him to your sentence doom him Lords wln 0177 The fact is great; whilst I sit by and sigh. wln 0178 Duchess My gracious Lord I pray be merciful, wln 0179 Although his trespass far exceed his years, wln 0180 Think him to be your own as I am yours, wln 0181 Call him not son­in­law: the law I fear wln 0182 Will fall too soon upon his name and him: wln 0183 Temper his fault with pity? wln 0184 Lussurioso Good my Lord. wln 0185 Then ’twill not taste so bitter and unpleasant wln 0186 Upon the Judges’ palate, for offenses wln 0187 Gilt o’er with mercy, show like fairest women, wln 0188 Good only for their beauties, which washed off: no sin is uglier wln 0189 Ambitioso I beseech your grace, wln 0190 Be soft and mild, let not Relentless Law, img: 5­a sig: A4v wln 0191 Look with an iron forehead on our brother. wln 0192 Spurio He yields small comfort yet, hope he shall die, wln 0193 And if a bastard’s wish might stand in force, wln 0194 Would all the court were turned into a corse, wln 0195 Duchess No pity yet? must I rise fruitless then, wln 0196 A wonder in a woman; are my knees, wln 0197 Of such low — metal — that without Respect — wln 0198 1. Judge Let the offender stand forth, wln 0199 ’Tis the Duke’s pleasure that Impartial Doom, wln 0200 Shall take first hold of his unclean attempt, wln 0201 A Rape! why ’tis the very core of lust, wln 0202 Double Adultery. wln 0203 Junior So Sir. wln 0204 2. Judge And which was worse, wln 0205 Committed on the Lord Antonio’s wife, wln 0206 That General honest Lady, confess my Lord! wln 0207 What moved you to ’t? wln 0208 Junior why flesh and blood my Lord. wln 0209 What should move men unto a woman else, wln 0210 Lussurioso O do not jest thy doom, trust not an axe wln 0211 Or sword too far; the Law is a wise serpent wln 0212 And quickly can beguile thee of thy life, wln 0213 Though marriage only has made thee my brother, wln 0214 I love thee so far, play not with thy Death, wln 0215 Junior I thank you troth, good admonitions faith, wln 0216 If i’d the grace now to make use of them, wln 0217 1. Judge That Lady’s name has spread such a fair wing wln 0218 Over all Italy; that if our Tongues, wln 0219 Were sparing toward the Fact, Judgement itself, wln 0220 Would be condemned and suffer in men’s thoughts, wln 0221 Junior Well then ’tis done, and it would please me well wln 0222 Were it to do again: sure she’s a Goddess, wln 0223 For i’d no power to see her, and to live, wln 0224 It falls out true in this for I must die, wln 0225 Her beauty was ordained to be my scaffold, wln 0226 And yet methinks I might be easier ceased, wln 0227 My fault being sport, let me but die in jest, wln 0228 1. Judge This be the sentence, img: 5­b sig: B1r wln 0229 Duchess O keep ’t upon your Tongue, let it not slip, wln 0230 Death too soon steals out of a Lawyer’s lip, wln 0231 Be not so cruel­wise? wln 0232 1. Judge Your Grace must pardon us, wln 0233 ’Tis but the Justice of the Law. wln 0234 Duchess The Law, wln 0235 Is grown more subtle than a woman should be. wln 0236 Spurio Now, now he dies, rid ’em away. wln 0237 Duchess O what it is to have an old­cool Duke, wln 0238 To be as slack in tongue, as in performance. wln 0239 1. Judge Confirmed, this be the doom irrevocable. wln 0240 Duchess Oh! 1. Judge Tomorrow early. wln 0241 Duchess Pray be a­bed my Lord. wln 0242 1. Judge Your Grace much wrongs yourself. wln 0243 Ambitioso No ’tis that tongue, wln 0244 You’re too much right, does do us too much wrong. wln 0245 1. Judge Let that offender — wln 0246 Duchess Live, and be in health. wln 0247 1. Judge Be on a Scaffold— Duke Hold, hold, my Lord. wln 0248 Spurio Pox on ’t, wln 0249 What makes my Dad speak now? wln 0250 Duke. We will defer the judgement till next sitting, wln 0251 In the meantime let him be kept close prisoner: wln 0252 Guard bear him hence. wln 0253 Ambitioso Brother, this makes for thee, wln 0254 Fear not, we’ll have a trick to set thee free. wln 0255 Junior Brother, I will expect it from you both; and in that hope wln 0256 I rest. Supervacuo Farewell, be merry. Exit with a guard. wln 0257 Spurio Delayed, deferred nay then if judgement have cold blood, wln 0258 Flattery and bribes will kill it. wln 0259 Duke. About it then my Lords with your best powers, wln 0260 More serious business calls upon our hours. Exeunt manet Duchess wln 0261 Duchess Wast ever known step­Duchess was so mild, wln 0262 And calm as I? some now would plot his death, wln 0263 With easy Doctors, those loose­living men, wln 0264 And make his withered Grace fall to his Grave, wln 0265 And keep Church better? wln 0266 Some second wife would do this, and dispatch img: 6­a sig: B1v wln 0267 Her double­loathed Lord at meat and sleep, wln 0268 Indeed ’tis true an old man’s twice a child, wln 0269 Mine cannot speak, one of his single words, wln 0270 Would quite have freed my youngest dearest son wln 0271 From death or durance, and have made him walk wln 0272 With a bold foot upon the thorny law, wln 0273 Whose Prickles should bow under him, but ’tis not, wln 0274 And therefore wedlock faith shall be forgot, wln 0275 I’ll kill him in his forehead, hate there feed, wln 0276 That wound is deepest though it never bleed: wln 0277 And here comes he whom my heart points unto, wln 0278 His bastard son, but my love’s true­begot, wln 0279 Many a wealthy letter have I sent him, wln 0280 Swelled up with Jewels, and the timorous man wln 0281 Is yet but coldly kind, wln 0282 That Jewel’s mine that quivers in his ear, wln 0283 Mocking his Master’s chillness and vain fear, wln 0284 H’as spied me now. wln 0285 Spurio Madam? your Grace so private. wln 0286 My duty on your hand. wln 0287 Duchess Upon my hand sir, troth I think you’d fear, wln 0288 To kiss my hand too if my lip stood there, wln 0289 Spurio Witness I would not Madam. wln 0290 Duchess ’Tis a wonder, wln 0291 For ceremony has made many fools, wln 0292 It is as easy way unto a Duchess, wln 0293 As to a Hatted­dame, (if her love answer) wln 0294 But that by timorous honors, pale respects, wln 0295 Idle degrees of fear, men make their ways wln 0296 Hard of themselves — what have you thought of me? wln 0297 Spurio Madam I ever think of you, in duty, wln 0298 Regard and — wln 0299 Duchess Puh, upon my love I mean. wln 0300 Spurio I would ’twere love, but ’t has a fouler name wln 0301 Than lust; you are my father’s wife, your Grace may guess now, wln 0302 What I could call it. wln 0303 Duchess Why th’ art his son but falsely, wln 0304 ’Tis a hard question whether he begot thee. img: 6­b sig: B2r wln 0305 Spurio I’ faith ’tis true too; I’m an uncertain man, wln 0306 Of more uncertain woman; may be his groom o’ th’ stable begot wln 0307 me, you know I know not, he could ride a horse well, a wln 0308 shrewd suspicion marry — he was wondrous tall, he had his wln 0309 length i’ faith, for peeping over half­shut holiday windows, wln 0310 Men would desire him ’light, when he was afoot, wln 0311 He made a goodly show under a Penthouse, wln 0312 And when he rid, his Hat would check the signs, and clatter wln 0313 Barbers’ Basins. wln 0314 Duchess Nay set you a­horseback once, wln 0315 You’ll ne’er light off. wln 0316 Spurio Indeed I am a beggar. wln 0317 Duchess That’s more the sign thou art Great — but to our love. wln 0318 Let it stand firm both in thought and mind, wln 0319 That the Duke was thy Father, as no doubt then wln 0320 He bid fair for ’t, thy injury is the more, wln 0321 For had he cut thee a right Diamond, wln 0322 Thou hadst been next set in the Dukedom’s Ring, wln 0323 When his worn self like Age’s easy slave, wln 0324 Had dropped out of the Collet into th’ Grave; wln 0325 What wrong can equal this? canst thou be tame wln 0326 And think upon ’t. wln 0327 Spurio No mad and think upon ’t. wln 0328 Duchess Who would not be revenged of such a father, wln 0329 E’en in the worst way? I would thank that sin, wln 0330 That could most injury him, and be in league with it, wln 0331 Oh what a grief ’tis, that a man should live wln 0332 But once i’ th’ world, and then to live a Bastard, wln 0333 The curse o’ the womb, the thief of Nature, wln 0334 Begot against the seventh commandment, wln 0335 Half damned in the conception, by the justice wln 0336 Of that unbribed everlasting law. wln 0337 Spurio Oh I’d a hot­backed Devil to my father. wln 0338 Duchess Would not this mad e’en patience, make blood rough? wln 0339 Who but an Eunuch would not sin? his bed wln 0340 By one false minute disinherited. wln 0341 Spurio Ay, there’s the vengeance that my birth was wrapped in, wln 0342 I’ll be revenged for all, now hate begin, img: 7­a sig: B2v wln 0343 I’ll call foul Incest but a Venial sin. wln 0344 Duchess Cold still: in vain then must a Duchess woo? wln 0345 Spurio Madam I blush to say what I will do. wln 0346 Duchess Thence flew sweet comfort, earnest and farewell. wln 0347 Spurio Oh one incestuous kiss picks open hell. wln 0348 Duchess Faith now old Duke; my vengeance shall reach high, wln 0349 I’ll arm thy brow with woman’s Heraldry. Exit. wln 0350 Spurio Duke, thou didst do me wrong, and by thy Act wln 0351 Adultery is my nature; wln 0352 Faith if the truth were known, I was begot wln 0353 After some gluttonous dinner, some stirring dish wln 0354 Was my first father; when deep healths went round, wln 0355 And Ladies’ cheeks were painted red with Wine, wln 0356 Their tongues as short and nimble as their heels wln 0357 Uttering words sweet and thick; and when they rise, wln 0358 Were merrily disposed to fall again, wln 0359 In such a whispering and withdrawing hour, wln 0360 When base male­Bawds kept Sentinel at stairhead wln 0361 Was I stol’n softly; oh — damnation met wln 0362 The sin of feasts, drunken adultery. wln 0363 I feel it swell me; my revenge is just, wln 0364 I was begot in impudent Wine and Lust: wln 0365 Stepmother I consent to thy desires, wln 0366 I love thy mischief well, but I hate thee, wln 0367 And those three Cubs thy sons, wishing confusion wln 0368 Death and disgrace may be their Epitaphs, wln 0369 As for my brother the Duke’s only son, wln 0370 Whose birth is more beholding to report wln 0371 Than mine, and yet perhaps as falsely sown. wln 0372 (Women must not be trusted with their own) wln 0373 I’ll loose my days upon him hate all I, wln 0374 Duke on thy brow I’ll draw my Bastardy. wln 0375 For indeed a bastard by nature should make Cuckolds, wln 0376 Because he is the son of a Cuckold­maker. Exit. wln 0377 Enter Vindici and Hippolito, Vindici in disguise to wln 0378 attend Lord Lussurioso the Duke’s son. wln 0379 Vindice What brother? am I far enough from myself? wln 0380 Hippolito As if another man had been sent whole img: 7­b sig: B3r wln 0381 Into the world, and none wist how he came. wln 0382 Vindice It will confirm me bold: the child o’ th’ Court, wln 0383 Let blushes dwell i’ th’ Country impudence! wln 0384 Thou Goddess of the palace, Mistress of Mistresses wln 0385 To whom the costly perfumed­people pray, wln 0386 Strike thou my forehead into dauntless Marble; wln 0387 Mine eyes to steady Sapphires: turn my visage, wln 0388 And if I must needs glow, let me blush inward wln 0389 That this immodest season may not spy, wln 0390 That scholar in my cheeks, fool­bashfulness. wln 0391 That Maid in the old time, whose flush of Grace wln 0392 Would never suffer her to get good clothes; wln 0393 Our maids are wiser; and are less ashamed, wln 0394 Save Grace the bawd I seldom hear Grace named! wln 0395 Hippolito Nay brother you reach out o’ th’ Verge now, — ’Sfoot wln 0396 the Duke’s son, settle your looks. wln 0397 Vindice Pray let me not be doubted. Hippolito My Lord — wln 0398 Lussurioso Hippolito? — be absent leave us. wln 0399 Hippolito My Lord after long search, wary inquiries wln 0400 And politic siftings, I made choice of yon fellow, wln 0401 Whom I guess rare for many deep employments; wln 0402 This our age swims within him: and if Time wln 0403 Had so much hair, I should take him for Time, wln 0404 He is so near kin to this present minute? wln 0405 Lussurioso ’Tis enough. wln 0406 We thank thee: yet words are but great men’s blanks wln 0407 Gold though it be dumb does utter the best thanks. wln 0408 Hippolito Your plenteous honor — an exc’llent fellow my Lord. wln 0409 Lussurioso So, give us leave — welcome, be not far off, we must be wln 0410 better acquainted, push, be bold with us, thy hand: wln 0411 Vindice With all my heart i’ faith how dost sweet Musk­cat. wln 0412 When shall we lie together? wln 0413 Lussurioso Wondrous knave! wln 0414 Gather him into boldness, ’Sfoot the slave’s wln 0415 Already as familiar as an Ague, wln 0416 And shakes me at his pleasure, friend I can wln 0417 Forget myself in private, but else where, wln 0418 I pray do you remember me. img: 8­a sig: B3v wln 0419 Vindice Oh very well sir — I conster myself saucy! wln 0420 Lussurioso What hast been, wln 0421 Of what profession. wln 0422 Vindice A bone­setter! Lussurioso A bone­setter! wln 0423 Vindice A bawd my Lord, wln 0424 One that sets bones together. wln 0425 Lussurioso Notable bluntness? wln 0426 Fit, fit for me, e’en trained up to my hand wln 0427 Thou hast been Scrivener to much knavery then. wln 0428 Vindice Fool, to abundance sir; I have been witness wln 0429 To the surrenders of a thousand virgins, wln 0430 And not so little, wln 0431 I have seen Patrimonies washed a­pieces wln 0432 Fruit­fields turned into bastards, wln 0433 And in a world of Acres, wln 0434 Not so much dust due to the heir ’twas left to wln 0435 As would well gravel a petition wln 0436 Lussurioso Fine villain? troth I like him wondrously wln 0437 He’s e’en shaped for my purpose, then thou know’st wln 0438 I’ th’ world strange lust. wln 0439 Vindice O Dutch lust! fulsome lust! wln 0440 Drunken procreation, which begets, so many drunkards; wln 0441 Some father dreads not (gone to bed in wine) to slide from wln 0442 the mother, wln 0443 And cling the daughter­in­law, wln 0444 Some Uncles are adulterous with their Nieces, wln 0445 Brothers with brothers’ wives, O hour of Incest! wln 0446 Any kin now next to the Rim o’ th’ sister wln 0447 Is man’s meat in these days, and in the morning wln 0448 When they are up and dressed, and their mask on, wln 0449 Who can perceive this? save that eternal eye wln 0450 That sees through flesh and all, well: — If any thing be damned? wln 0451 It will be twelve o’clock at night; that twelve wln 0452 Will never scape; wln 0453 It is the Judas of the hours; wherein, wln 0454 Honest salvation is betrayed to sin, wln 0455 Lussurioso In troth it is too? but let this talk glide wln 0456 It is our blood to err, though hell gaped loud img: 8­b sig: B4r wln 0457 Ladies know Lucifer fell, yet still are proud! wln 0458 Now sir? wert thou as secret as thou ’rt subtle, wln 0459 And deeply fathomed into all estates wln 0460 I would embrace thee for a near employment, wln 0461 And thou shouldst swell in money, and be able wln 0462 To make lame beggars crouch to thee. wln 0463 Vindice My Lord? wln 0464 Secret? I ne’er had that disease o’ th’ mother wln 0465 I praise my father: why are men made close? wln 0466 But to keep thoughts in best, I grant you this wln 0467 Tell but some woman a secret overnight, wln 0468 Your doctor may find it in the urinal i’ th’ morning, wln 0469 But my Lord. wln 0470 Lussurioso So, thou ’rt confirmed in me wln 0471 And thus I enter thee. wln 0472 Vindice This Indian devil, wln 0473 Will quickly enter any man: but a Usurer, wln 0474 He prevents that, by ent’ring the devil first. wln 0475 Lussurioso Attend me, I am past my depth in lust wln 0476 And I must swim or drown, all my desires wln 0477 Are levelled at a Virgin not far from Court, wln 0478 To whom I have conveyed by Messenger wln 0479 Many waxed Lines, full of my neatest spirit, wln 0480 And jewels that were able to ravish her wln 0481 Without the help of man; all which and more wln 0482 She foolish chaste sent back, the messengers, wln 0483 Receiving frowns for answers. wln 0484 Vindice Possible! wln 0485 ’Tis a rare Phoenix whoe’er she be, wln 0486 If your desires be such, she so repugnant, wln 0487 In troth my Lord i’d be revenged and marry her. wln 0488 Lussurioso Push; the dowry of her blood and of her fortunes, wln 0489 Are both too mean, — good enough to be bad withal wln 0490 I’m one of that number can defend wln 0491 Marriage is good: yet rather keep a friend, wln 0492 Give me my bed by stealth — there’s true delight wln 0493 What breeds a loathing in ’t, but night by night. wln 0494 Vindice A very fine religion? img: 9­a sig: B4v wln 0495 Lussurioso Therefore thus, wln 0496 I’ll trust thee in the business of my heart wln 0497 Because I see thee well experienced wln 0498 In this Luxurious day wherein we breathe, wln 0499 Go thou, and with a smooth enchanting tongue wln 0500 Bewitch her ears, and Cozen her of all Grace wln 0501 Enter upon the portion of her soul, wln 0502 Her honor, which she calls her chastity wln 0503 And bring it into expense, for honesty wln 0504 Is like a stock of money laid to sleep, wln 0505 Which ne’er so little broke, does never keep: wln 0506 Vindice You have giv’n ’t the Tang i’ faith my Lord wln 0507 Make known the Lady to me, and my brain, wln 0508 Shall swell with strange Invention: I will move it wln 0509 Till I expire with speaking, and drop down wln 0510 Without a word to save me; — but i’ll work —— wln 0511 Lussurioso We thank thee, and will raise thee: — receive her name, wln 0512 it is the only daughter, to Madam Gratiana the late widow. wln 0513 Vindice Oh, my sister, my sister? — Lussurioso Why dost walk aside? wln 0514 Vindice My Lord, I was thinking how I might begin wln 0515 As thus, oh Lady — or twenty hundred devices, wln 0516 Her very bodkin will put a man in. wln 0517 Lussurioso Ay, or the wagging of her hair. wln 0518 Vindice No, that shall put you in my Lord. wln 0519 Lussurioso Shall ’t? why content, dost know the daughter then? wln 0520 Vindice O exc’llent well by sight. wln 0521 Lussurioso That was her brother wln 0522 That did prefer thee to us. wln 0523 Vindice My Lord I think so, wln 0524 I knew I had seen him somewhere — wln 0525 Lussurioso And therefore prithee let thy heart to him, wln 0526 Be as a Virgin, close. Vindice Oh me good Lord. wln 0527 Lussurioso We may laugh at that simple age within him; wln 0528 Vindice Ha, ha, ha. wln 0529 Lussurioso Himself being made the subtle instrument, wln 0530 To wind up a good fellow. wln 0531 Vindice That’s I my Lord. wln 0532 Lussurioso That’s thou. img: 9­b sig: C1r wln 0533 To entice and work his sister. wln 0534 Vindice A pure novice? Lussurioso ’Twas finely managed. wln 0535 Vindice Gallantly carried; wln 0536 A pretty­perfumed villain. wln 0537 Lussurioso I’ve bethought me wln 0538 If she prove chaste still and immovable, wln 0539 Venture upon the Mother, and with gifts wln 0540 As I will furnish thee, begin with her. wln 0541 Vindice Oh fie, fie, that’s the wrong end my Lord. ’Tis mere impossible wln 0542 that a mother by any gifts should become a bawd to her wln 0543 own Daughter! wln 0544 Lussurioso Nay then I see thou ’rt but a puny in the subtle Mystery of wln 0545 a woman: — why ’tis held now no dainty dish: The name wln 0546 Is so in league with age, that nowadays wln 0547 It does Eclipse three quarters of a Mother; wln 0548 Vindice Dost so my Lord? wln 0549 Let me alone then to Eclipse the fourth. wln 0550 Lussurioso Why well said, come i’ll furnish thee, but first wln 0551 swear to be true in all. wln 0552 Vindice True? Lussurioso Nay but swear! wln 0553 Vindice Swear? — I hope your honor little doubts my faith. wln 0554 Lussurioso Yet for my humor’s sake cause I love swearing. wln 0555 Vindice ’Cause you love swearing, ’slud I will. wln 0556 Lussurioso Why enough, wln 0557 Ere long look to be made of better stuff. wln 0558 Vindice That will do well indeed my Lord. wln 0559 Lussurioso Attend me? wln 0560 Vindice Oh. wln 0561 Now let me burst, I’ve eaten Noble poison, wln 0562 We are made strange fellows, brother, innocent villains, wln 0563 Wilt not be angry when thou hear’st on ’t, think’st thou? wln 0564 I’ faith thou shalt; swear me to foul my sister. wln 0565 Sword I durst make a promise of him to thee, wln 0566 Thou shalt disheir him, it shall be thine honor, wln 0567 And yet now angry froth is down in me, wln 0568 It would not prove the meanest policy wln 0569 In this disguise to try the faith of both, wln 0570 Another might have had the selfsame office, img: 10­a sig: C1r wln 0571 Some slave, that would have wrought effectually, wln 0572 Ay and perhaps o’erwrought ’em, therefore I, wln 0573 Being thought travailed, will apply myself, wln 0574 Unto the selfsame form, forget my nature, wln 0575 As if no part about me were kin to ’em, wln 0576 So touch ’em, — though I durst almost for good, wln 0577 Venture my lands in heaven upon their good. Exit. wln 0578 Enter the discontented Lord Antonio, whose wife the Duchess’s wln 0579 youngest Son ravished; he Discovering the body of her dead wln 0580 to certain Lords: and Hippolito. wln 0581 Lord Antonio Draw nearer Lords and be sad witnesses wln 0582 Of a fair comely building newly fall’n, wln 0583 Being falsely undermined: violent rape wln 0584 Has played a glorious act, behold my Lords wln 0585 A sight that strikes man out of me: wln 0586 Piero That virtuous Lady? Antonio Precedent for wives? wln 0587 Hippolito The blush of many women, whose chaste presence, wln 0588 Would e’en call shame up to their cheeks, wln 0589 And make pale wanton sinners have good colors. — wln 0590 Lord Antonio Dead! wln 0591 Her honor first drunk poison, and her life, wln 0592 Being fellows in one house did pledge her honor, wln 0593 Piero O grief of many! wln 0594 Lord Antonio I marked not this before. wln 0595 A prayer Book the pillow to her cheek, wln 0596 This was her rich confection, and another wln 0597 Plastered in her right hand, with a leaf tucked up, wln 0598 Pointing to these words. wln 0599 Melius virtute mori, Quam per Dedecus vivere. wln 0600 True and effectual it is indeed. wln 0601 Hippolito My Lord since you invite us to your sorrows, wln 0602 Let’s truly taste ’em, that with equal comfort, wln 0603 As to ourselves we may relieve your wrongs, wln 0604 We have grief too, that yet walks without Tongue, wln 0605 Curae leves loquuntur, Majores stupent. wln 0606 Lord Antonio You deal with truth my Lord. wln 0607 Lend me but your Attentions, and I’ll cut wln 0608 Long grief into short words: last revelling night. img: 10­b sig: C2r wln 0609 When Torchlight made an artificial noon wln 0610 About the Court, some Courtiers in the masque, wln 0611 Putting on better faces than their own, wln 0612 Being full of fraud and flattery: amongst whom, wln 0613 The Duchess’s youngest son (that moth to honor) wln 0614 Filled up a Room; and with long lust to eat, wln 0615 Into my wearing; amongst all the Ladies, wln 0616 Singled out that dear form; who ever lived, wln 0617 As cold in Lust as she is now in death; wln 0618 (Which that step­Duchess — Monster knew too well;) wln 0619 And therefore in the height of all the revels, wln 0620 When Music was hard loudest, Courtiers busiest, wln 0621 And Ladies great with laughter; — O Vicious minute! wln 0622 Unfit but for relation to be spoke of, wln 0623 Then with a face more impudent than his vizard wln 0624 He harried her amidst a throng of Panders, wln 0625 That live upon damnation of both kinds, wln 0626 And fed the ravenous vulture of his lust, wln 0627 (O death to think on ’t) she her honor forced, wln 0628 Deemed it a nobler dowry for her name, wln 0629 To die with poison than to live with shame. wln 0630 Hippolito A wondrous Lady; of rare fire compact, wln 0631 Sh’as made her name an Empress by that act, wln 0632 Piero My Lord what judgement follows the offender? wln 0633 Lord Antonio Faith none my Lord it cools and is deferred, wln 0634 Piero Delay the doom for rape? wln 0635 Lord Antonio O you must note who ’tis should die, wln 0636 The Duchess’ son, she’ll look to be a saver, wln 0637 „Judgement in this age is ne’er kin to favor. wln 0638 Hippolito Nay then step forth thou Bribeless officer; wln 0639 I bind you all in steel to bind you surely, wln 0640 Here let your oaths meet, to be kept and paid, wln 0641 Which else will stick like rust, and shame the blade, wln 0642 Strengthen my vow, that if at the next sitting, wln 0643 Judgement speak all in gold, and spare the blood wln 0644 Of such a serpent, e’en before their seats, wln 0645 To let his soul out, which long since was found, wln 0646 Guilty in heaven. img: 11­a sig: C2r wln 0647 All. We swear it and will act it, wln 0648 Lord Antonio Kind Gentlemen, I thank you in mine Ire, wln 0649 Hippolito ’Twere pity? wln 0650 The ruins of so fair a Monument, wln 0651 Should not be dipped in the defacer’s blood, wln 0652 Piero. Her funeral shall be wealthy, for her name, wln 0653 Merits a tomb of pearl; my Lord Antonio, wln 0654 For this time wipe your Lady from your eyes, wln 0655 No doubt our grief and yours may one day court it, wln 0656 When we are more familiar with Revenge, wln 0657 Lord Antonio That is my comfort Gentlemen, and I joy, wln 0658 In this one happiness above the rest, wln 0659 Which will be called a miracle at last, wln 0660 That being an old man i’d a wife so chaste. Exeunt. wln 0661 ACTUS. 2. SCAENA 1. wln 0662 Enter Castiza the sister. wln 0663 Castiza How hardly shall that maiden be beset, wln 0664 Whose only fortunes, are her constant thoughts, wln 0665 That has no other child’s­part but her honor, wln 0666 That Keeps her low; and empty in estate. wln 0667 Maids and their honors are like poor beginners, wln 0668 Were not sin rich there would be fewer sinners; wln 0669 Why had not virtue a revenue? well, wln 0670 I know the cause, ’twould have impoverished hell. wln 0671 How now Dondolo. wln 0672 Dondolo Madonna, there is one as they say a thing of flesh and wln 0673 blood, a man I take him by his beard that would very desirously wln 0674 mouth to mouth with you. wln 0675 Castiza What’s that? wln 0676 Dondolo Show his teeth in your company, wln 0677 Castiza I understand thee not; wln 0678 Dondolo Why speak with you Madonna! wln 0679 Castiza Why say so madman, and cut off a great deal of dirty wln 0680 way; had it not been better spoke in ordinary words that one wln 0681 would speak with me. wln 0682 Dondolo Ha, ha, that’s as ordinary as two shillings, I would strive img: 11­b sig: C3r wln 0683 a little to show myself in my place, a Gentleman­usher scorns wln 0684 to use the Phrase and fancy of a servingman. wln 0685 Castiza Yours be your one sir, go direct him hither, wln 0686 I hope some happy tidings from my brother, wln 0687 That lately travailed, whom my soul affects. wln 0688 Here he comes. wln 0689 Enter Vindice her brother disguised. wln 0690 Vindice Lady the best of wishes to your sex. wln 0691 Fair skins and new gowns, wln 0692 Castiza Oh they shall thank you sir, wln 0693 Whence this, wln 0694 Vindice Oh from a dear and worthy friend, wln 0695 mighty! Castiza From whom? wln 0696 Vindice The Duke’s son! wln 0697 Castiza Receive that! wln 0698 A box o’ th’ ear to her Brother. wln 0699 I swore I’d put anger in my hand, wln 0700 And pass the Virgin limits of myself, wln 0701 To him that next appeared in that base office, wln 0702 To be his sin’s Attorney, bear to him, wln 0703 That figure of my hate upon thy cheek wln 0704 Whilst ’tis yet hot, and I’ll reward thee for ’t, wln 0705 Tell him my honor shall have a rich name, wln 0706 When several harlots shall share his with shame, wln 0707 Farewell commend me to him in my hate! Exit. wln 0708 Vindice It is the sweetest Box, wln 0709 That e’er my nose came nigh, wln 0710 The finest drawn­work cuff that e’er was worn, wln 0711 I’ll love this blow for ever, and this cheek wln 0712 Shall still hence forward take the wall of this. wln 0713 Oh I’m above my tongue: most constant sister, wln 0714 In this thou hast right honorable shown, wln 0715 Many are called by their honor that have none, wln 0716 Thou art approved for ever in my thoughts. wln 0717 It is not in the power of words to taint thee, wln 0718 And yet for the salvation of my oath, wln 0719 As my resolve in that point; I will lay, wimlng :0 7120­a Hard siege unto my Mother, though I know, sig: C3v wln 0721 A Siren’s tongue could not bewitch her so. wln 0722 Mass fitly here she comes, thanks my disguise, wln 0723 Madam good afternoon. wln 0724 Mother Y’ are welcome sir? wln 0725 Vindice The Next of Italy commends him to you, wln 0726 Our mighty expectation, the Duke’s son. wln 0727 Mother I think myself much honored, that he pleases, wln 0728 To rank me in his thoughts. wln 0729 Vindice So may you Lady: wln 0730 One that is like to be our sudden Duke, wln 0731 The Crown gapes for him every tide, and then wln 0732 Commander o’er us all, do but think on him, wln 0733 How blessed were they now that could pleasure him wln 0734 E’en with any thing almost. wln 0735 Mother Ay, save their honor? wln 0736 Vindice Tut, one would let a little of that go too wln 0737 And ne’er be seen in ’t: ne’er be seen it, mark you, wln 0738 I’d wink and let it go — wln 0739 Mother Marry but I would not. wln 0740 Vindice Marry but I would I hope, I know you would too, wln 0741 If you’d that blood now which you gave your daughter, wln 0742 To her indeed ’tis, this wheel comes about, wln 0743 That man that must be all this, perhaps ere morning wln 0744 (For his white father does but mold away) wln 0745 Has long desired your daughter. Mother Desired? wln 0746 Vindice Nay but hear me, wln 0747 He desires now that will command hereafter, wln 0748 Therefore be wise, I speak as more a friend wln 0749 To you than him; Madam, I know y’ are poor, wln 0750 And ’lack the day, there are too many poor Ladies already wln 0751 Why should you vex the number? ’tis despised, wln 0752 Live wealthy, rightly understand the world, wln 0753 And chide away that foolish — Country girl wln 0754 Keeps company with your daughter, chastity, wln 0755 Mother Oh fie, fie, the riches of the world cannot hire a mother wln 0756 to such a most unnatural task. wln 0757 Vindice No, but a thousand Angels can, wln 0758 Men have no power, Angels must work you to ’t, img: 12­b sig: C4r wln 0759 The world descends into such base­born evils wln 0760 That forty Angels can make fourscore devils, wln 0761 There will be fools still I perceive, still fool. wln 0762 Would I be poor dejected, scorned of greatness, wln 0763 Swept from the Palace, and see other daughters wln 0764 Spring with the dew o’ th’ Court, having mine own wln 0765 So much desired and loved — by the Duke’s son, wln 0766 No, I would raise my state upon her breast wln 0767 And call her eyes my Tenants, I would count wln 0768 My yearly maintenance upon her cheeks: wln 0769 Take Coach upon her lip, and all, her parts wln 0770 Should keep men after men, and I would ride, wln 0771 In pleasure upon pleasure: wln 0772 You took great pains for her, once when it was, wln 0773 Let her requite it now, though it be but some wln 0774 You brought her forth, she may well bring you home, wln 0775 Mother O heavens! this overcomes me? wln 0776 Vindice Not I hope, already? wln 0777 Mother It is too strong for me, men know that know us, wln 0778 We are so weak their words can overthrow us, wln 0779 He touched me nearly made my virtues bate wln 0780 When his tongue struck upon my poor estate. wln 0781 Vindice I e’en quake to proceed, my spirit turns edge? wln 0782 I fear me she’s unmothered, yet i’ll venture, wln 0783 „That woman is all male, whom none can Enter? wln 0784 What think you now Lady, speak are you wiser? wln 0785 What said advancement to you: thus it said! wln 0786 The daughter’s fall lifts up the mother’s head: wln 0787 Did it not Madam? but i’ll swear it does wln 0788 In many places, tut, this age fears no man, wln 0789 „’Tis no shame to be bad, because ’tis common. wln 0790 Mother Ay that’s the comfort on ’t. wln 0791 Vindice The comfort on ’t! wln 0792 I keep the best for last, can these persuade you wln 0793 To forget heaven — and — Mother Ay these are they? wln 0794 Vindice Oh! wln 0795 Mother That enchant our sex, wln 0796 These are the means that govern our affections, — that woman img: 13­a sig: C4v wln 0797 Will not be troubled with the mother long, wln 0798 That sees the comfortable shine of you, wln 0799 I blush to think what for your sakes I’ll do! wln 0800 Vindice O suff’ring heaven with thy invisible finger, wln 0801 E’en at this Instant turn the precious side wln 0802 Of both mine eyeballs inward, not to see myself, wln 0803 Mother Look you sir. Vindice Holla. wln 0804 Mother Let this thank your pains. wln 0805 Vindice O you’re a kind Madman; wln 0806 Mother I’ll see how I can move, wln 0807 Vindice Your words will sting, wln 0808 Mother If she be still chaste I’ll ne’er call her mine, wln 0809 Vindice Spoke truer than you meant it, wln 0810 Mother Daughter Castiza. Castiza Madam, wln 0811 Vindice O she’s yonder. wln 0812 Meet her: troops of celestial Soldiers guard her heart. wln 0813 Yon dam has devils enough to take her part, wln 0814 Castiza Madam what makes yon evil­officed man, wln 0815 In presence of you; Mother Why? wln 0816 Castiza He lately brought wln 0817 Immodest writing sent from the Duke’s son wln 0818 To tempt me to dishonorable Act, wln 0819 Mother Dishonorable Act? — good honorable fool, wln 0820 That wouldst be honest cause thou wouldst be so, wln 0821 Producing no one reason but thy will. wln 0822 And ’t ’as a good report, prettily commended, wln 0823 But pray by whom; mean people; ignorant people, wln 0824 The better sort I’m sure cannot abide it, wln 0825 And by what rule shouldst we square out our lives, wln 0826 But by our better’s actions? oh if thou knew’st wln 0827 What ’twere to lose it, thou would never keep it: wln 0828 But there’s a cold curse laid upon all Maids, wln 0829 Whilst other clip the Sun they clasp the shades! wln 0830 Virginity is paradise, locked up. wln 0831 You cannot come by yourselves without fee. wln 0832 And ’twas decreed that man should keep the key! wln 0833 Deny advancement, treasure, the Duke’s son, wln 0834 Castiza I cry you mercy. Lady I mistook you, img: 13­b sig: D1r wln 0835 Pray did you see my Mother; which way went you? wln 0836 Pray God I have not lost her. wln 0837 Vindice Prettily put by. wln 0838 Mother Are you as proud to me as coy to him? wln 0839 Do you not know me now? wln 0840 Castiza Why are you she? wln 0841 The world’s so changed, one shape into another, wln 0842 It is a wise child now that knows her mother? wln 0843 Vindice Most right i’ faith. wln 0844 Mother. I owe your cheek my hand, wln 0845 For that presumption now, but I’ll forget it, wln 0846 Come you shall leave those childish ’haviors, wln 0847 And understand your Time, Fortunes flow to you, wln 0848 What will you be a Girl? wln 0849 If all feared drowning, that spy waves ashore, wln 0850 Gold would grow rich, and all the Merchants poor. wln 0851 Castiza It is a pretty saying of a wicked one, but methinks now wln 0852 It does not show so well out of your mouth, wln 0853 Better in his. wln 0854 Vindice Faith bad enough in both, wln 0855 Were I in earnest as I’ll seem no less? wln 0856 I wonder Lady your own mother’s words, wln 0857 Cannot be taken, nor stand in full force. wln 0858 ’Tis honesty you urge; what’s honesty? wln 0859 ’Tis but heaven’s beggar; and what woman is so foolish to wln 0860 keep honesty, wln 0861 And be not able to keep herself? No, wln 0862 Times are grown wiser and will keep less charge, wln 0863 A Maid that has small portion now intends, wln 0864 To break up house, and live upon her friends wln 0865 How blessed are you, you have happiness alone, wln 0866 Others must fall to thousands, you to one, wln 0867 Sufficient in himself to make your forehead wln 0868 Dazzle the world with Jewels, and petitionary people wln 0869 Start at your presence. wln 0870 Mother. Oh if I were young, I should be ravished. wln 0871 Castiza Ay to lose your honor. wln 0872 Vindice ’Slid how can you lose your honor? img: 14­a sig: D1v wln 0873 To deal with my Lord’s Grace, wln 0874 He’ll add more honor to it by his Title, wln 0875 Your Mother will tell you how. wln 0876 Mother. That I will. wln 0877 Vindice O think upon the pleasure of the Palace, wln 0878 Secured ease and state; the stirring meats, wln 0879 Ready to move out of the dishes, that e’en now quicken when they’re eaten, wln 0880 Banquets abroad by Torchlight, Musics, sports, wln 0881 Bareheaded vassals, that had ne’er the fortune wln 0882 To keep on their own Hats, but let horns wear ’em. wln 0883 Nine Coaches waiting — hurry, hurry, hurry. wln 0884 Castiza Ay to the Devil. wln 0885 Vindice Ay to the Devil, to th’ Duke by my faith. wln 0886 Mother Ay to the Duke: daughter you’d scorn to think o’ th’ wln 0887 Devil and you were there once. wln 0888 Vindice True, for most there are as proud as he for his heart i’ faith wln 0889 Who’d sit at home in a neglected room, wln 0890 Dealing her short­lived beauty to the pictures, wln 0891 That are as useless as old men, when those wln 0892 Poorer in face and fortune than herself, wln 0893 Walk with a hundred Acres on their backs, wln 0894 Fair Meadows cut into Green foreparts — oh wln 0895 It was the greatest blessing ever happened to women; wln 0896 When Farmer’s sons agreed, and met again, wln 0897 To wash their hands, and come up Gentlemen; wln 0898 The commonwealth has flourished ever since, wln 0899 Lands that were mete by the Rod, that labors spared, wln 0900 Tailors ride down, and measure ’em by the yard; wln 0901 Fair trees, those comely foretops of the Field, wln 0902 Are cut to maintain head­tires — much untold, wln 0903 All thrives but Chastity, she lies a­cold, wln 0904 Nay shall I come nearer to you, mark but this: wln 0905 Why are there so few honest women, but because ’tis the poorer wln 0906 profession, that’s accounted best, that’s best followed, least in wln 0907 trade, least in fashion, and that’s not honesty believe it, and do wln 0908 but note the love and dejected price of it: wln 0909 Lose but a Pearl, we search and cannot brook it. wln 0910 But that once gone, who is so mad to look it. img: 14­b sig: D2r wln 0911 Mother. Troth he says true. wln 0912 Castiza False, I defy you both: wln 0913 I have endured you with an ear of fire, wln 0914 Your Tongues have struck hot irons on my face; wln 0915 Mother, come from that poisonous woman there. wln 0916 Mother. Where? wln 0917 Castiza Do you not see her, she’s too inward then: wln 0918 Slave perish in thy office: you heavens please, wln 0919 Henceforth to make the Mother a disease, wln 0920 Which first begins with me, yet I’ve outgone you. Exit. wln 0921 Vindice O Angels clap your wings upon the skies, wln 0922 And give this Virgin Crystal plaudities? wln 0923 Mother Peevish, coy, foolish, but return this answer, wln 0924 My Lord shall be most welcome, when his pleasure wln 0925 Conducts him this way, I will sway mine own, wln 0926 Women with women can work best alone. Exit. wln 0927 Vindice Indeed I’ll tell him so; wln 0928 O more uncivil, more unnatural, wln 0929 Than those base­titled creatures that look downward, wln 0930 Why does not heaven turn black, or with a frown wln 0931 Undo the world — why does not earth start up, wln 0932 And strike the sins that tread upon ’t — oh; wln 0933 Were ’t not for gold and women; there would be no damnation, wln 0934 Hell would look like a Lord’s Great Kitchen without fire in ’t; wln 0935 But ’twas decreed before the world began, wln 0936 That they should be the hooks to catch. at man. Exit. wln 0937 Enter Lussurioso, with Hippolito, wln 0938 Vindice’s brother. wln 0939 Lussurioso I much applaud thy judgement, thou art well read in a wln 0940 fellow, wln 0941 And ’tis the deepest Art to study man; wln 0942 I know this, which I never learnt in schools, wln 0943 The world’s divided into knaves and fools. wln 0944 Hippolito Knave in your face my Lord, behind your back. wln 0945 Lussurioso And I much thank thee, that thou hast preferred, wln 0946 A fellow of discourse — well mingled, wln 0947 And whose brain Time hath seasoned. wln 0948 Hippolito True my Lord, img: 15­a sig: D2v wln 0949 We shall find season once I hope; — O villain! wln 0950 To make such an unnatural slave of me; — but — wln 0951 Lussurioso Mass here he comes. wln 0952 Hippolito And now shall I have free leave to depart. wln 0953 Lussurioso Your absence, leave us. wln 0954 Hippolito Are not my thoughts true? wln 0955 I must remove; but brother you may stay, wln 0956 Heart, we are both made Bawds a new­found way? Exit. wln 0957 Lussurioso Now, we’re an even number? a third man’s dangerous, wln 0958 Especially her brother, say, be free, wln 0959 Have I a pleasure toward. Vindice Oh my Lord. wln 0960 Lussurioso Ravish me in thine answer, art thou rare, wln 0961 Hast thou beguiled her of salvation, wln 0962 And rubbed hell o’er with honey; is she a woman? wln 0963 Vindice In all but in Desire. wln 0964 Lussurioso Then she’s in nothing, — I bate in courage now. wln 0965 Vindice The words I brought, wln 0966 Might well have made indifferent honest, naught, wln 0967 A right good woman in these days is changed, wln 0968 Into white money with less labor far, wln 0969 Many a Maid has turned to Mahomet, wln 0970 With easier working; I durst undertake wln 0971 Upon the pawn and forfeit of my life. wln 0972 With half those words to flat a Puritan’s wife, wln 0973 But she is close and good; — yet ’tis a doubt by this time; oh wln 0974 the mother, the mother? wln 0975 Lussurioso I never thought their sex had been a wonder, wln 0976 Until this minute? what fruit from the Mother? wln 0977 Vindice Now must I blister my soul, be forsworn, wln 0978 Or shame the woman that received me first, wln 0979 I will be true, thou liv’st not to proclaim, wln 0980 Spoke to a dying man, shame has no shame. wln 0981 My Lord. Lussurioso Who’s that? wln 0982 Vindice Here’s none but I my Lord. wln 0983 Lussurioso What would thy haste utter? wln 0984 Vindice Comfort. Lussurioso Welcome. wln 0985 Vindice The Maid being dull, having no mind to travel, wln 0986 Into unknown lands, what did me I straight, img: 15­b sig: D3r wln 0987 But set spurs to the Mother; golden spurs, wln 0988 Will put her to a false gallop in a trice, wln 0989 Lussurioso Is ’t possible that in this. wln 0990 The Mother should be damned before the daughter? wln 0991 Vindice Oh, that’s good manners my Lord, the Mother for her wln 0992 age must go foremost you know. wln 0993 Lussurioso Thou ’st spoke that true! but where comes in this comfort. wln 0994 Vindice In a fine place my Lord — the unnatural mother, wln 0995 Did with her tongue so hard beset her honor, wln 0996 That the poor fool was struck to silent wonder, wln 0997 Yet still the maid like an unlighted Taper, wln 0998 Was cold and chaste, save that her Mother’s breath, wln 0999 Did blow fire on her cheeks, the girl departed, wln 1000 But the good ancient Madam half mad, threw me wln 1001 These promising words, which I took deeply note of; wln 1002 My Lord shall be most welcome, wln 1003 Lussurioso Faith I thank her, wln 1004 Vindice When his pleasure conducts him this way. wln 1005 Lussurioso That shall be soon i’ faith, Vindice I will sway mine own, wln 1006 Lussurioso She does the wiser I commend her for ’t, wln 1007 Vindice Women with women can work best alone, wln 1008 Lussurioso By this light and so they can, give ’em their due, men are wln 1009 not comparable to ’em. wln 1010 Vindice No that’s true, for you shall have one woman knit wln 1011 more in a hour than any man can Ravel again in seven and wln 1012 twenty year. wln 1013 Lussurioso Now my desires are happy, I’ll make ’em freemen now, wln 1014 Thou art a precious fellow, faith I love thee, wln 1015 Be wise and make it thy revenue, beg, leg, wln 1016 What office couldst thou be Ambitious for? wln 1017 Vindice Office my Lord marry if I might have my wish I would wln 1018 have one that was never begged yet, wln 1019 Lussurioso Nay then thou canst have none. wln 1020 Vindice Yes my Lord I could pick out another office yet, nay wln 1021 and keep a horse and drab upon ’t, wln 1022 Lussurioso Prithee good bluntness tell me. wln 1023 Vindice Why I would desire but this my Lord, to have all the wln 1024 fees behind the Arras; and all the farthingales that fall plump img: 16­a sig: D3v wln 1025 about twelve o’clock at night upon the Rushes. wln 1026 Lussurioso Thou ’rt a mad apprehensive knave, dost think to make wln 1027 any great purchase of that. wln 1028 Vindice Oh ’tis an unknown thing my Lord, I wonder ’t has been wln 1029 missed so long? wln 1030 Lussurioso Well, this night i’ll visit her, and ’tis till then wln 1031 A year in my desires—farewell, attend, wln 1032 Trust me with thy preferment. Exit. wln 1033 Vindice My loved Lord; wln 1034 Oh shall I kill him o’ th’ wrong side now, no! wln 1035 Sword thou wast never a backbiter yet, wln 1036 I’ll pierce him to his face, he shall die, looking upon me, wln 1037 Thy veins are swelled with lust, this shall unfill ’em, wln 1038 Great men were Gods, if beggars could not kill ’em, wln 1039 Forgive me heaven, to call my mother wicked, wln 1040 Oh lessen not my days upon the earth wln 1041 I cannot honor her, by this I fear me wln 1042 Her tongue has turned my sister into use. wln 1043 I was a villain not to be forsworn: wln 1044 To this our lecherous hope, the Duke’s son, wln 1045 For Lawyers, Merchants, some divines and all, wln 1046 Count beneficial perjury a sin small, wln 1047 It shall go hard yet, but i’ll guard her honor wln 1048 And keep the ports sure? Enter Hippolito. wln 1049 Hippolito Brother how goes the world? I would know news of you wln 1050 But I have news to tell you. wln 1051 Vindice What in the name of knavery? wln 1052 Hippolito Knavery faith, wln 1053 This vicious old Duke’s worthily abused wln 1054 The pen of his bastard writes him Cuckold! wln 1055 Vindice His bastard? wln 1056 Hippolito Pray believe it, he and the Duchess, wln 1057 By night meet in their linen, they have been seen wln 1058 By stair­foot panders! wln 1059 Vindice Oh sin foul and deep, wln 1060 Great faults are winked at when the Duke’s asleep, wln 1061 See, see, here comes the Spurio. wln 1062 Hippolito Monstrous Luxur? img: 16­b sig: D4r wln 1063 Vindice Unbraced: two of his valiant bawds with him. wln 1064 O There’s a wicked whisper; hell is in his ear wln 1065 Stay let’s observe his passage — wln 1066 Spurio Oh but are you sure on ’t. wln 1067 Servant My Lord most sure on ’t, for ’twas spoke by one, wln 1068 That is most inward with the Duke’s son’s lust: wln 1069 That he intends within this hour to steal, wln 1070 Unto Hippolito’s sister, whose chaste life wln 1071 The mother has corrupted for his use. wln 1072 Spurio Sweet word, sweet occasion, faith then brother wln 1073 I’ll disinherit you in as short time, wln 1074 As I was when I was begot in haste: wln 1075 I’ll damn you at your pleasure: precious deed wln 1076 After your lust, oh ’twill be fine to bleed, wln 1077 Come let our passing out be soft and wary. Exeunt. wln 1078 Vindice Mark, there, there, that step, now to the Duchess, wln 1079 This their second meeting, writes the Duke Cuckold wln 1080 With new additions, his horns newly revived: wln 1081 Night! thou that look’st like funeral Herald’s fees wln 1082 Torn down betimes i’ th’ morning, thou hangest fitly wln 1083 To Grace those sins that have no grace at all, wln 1084 Now ’tis full sea a­bed over the world, wln 1085 There’s juggling of all sides, some that were Maids wln 1086 E’en at Sunset are now perhaps i’ th’ Toll­book, wln 1087 This woman in immodest thin apparel: wln 1088 Lets in her friend by water, here a Dame wln 1089 Cunning, nails leather­hinges to a door, wln 1090 To avoid proclamation, wln 1091 Now Cuckolds are a­quoyning, apace, apace, apace, apace? wln 1092 And careful sisters spin that thread i’ th’ night, wln 1093 That does maintain them and their bawds i’ th’ day! wln 1094 Hippolito You flow well brother? wln 1095 Vindice Puh I’m shallow yet, wln 1096 Too sparing and too modest, shall I tell thee, wln 1097 If every trick were told that’s dealt by night wln 1098 There are few here that would not blush outright. wln 1099 Hippolito I am of that belief too. wln 1100 Vindice Who’s this comes, img: 17­a sig: D4v wln 1101 Vindice The Duke’s son up so late, — brother fall back, wln 1102 And you shall learn, some mischief, — my good Lord. wln 1103 Lussurioso Piato, why the man I wished for, come, wln 1104 I do embrace this season for the fittest wln 1105 To taste of that young Lady? Vindice Heart, and hell. wln 1106 Hippolito Damned villain. wln 1107 Vindice I ha’ no way now to cross it, but to kill him. wln 1108 Lussurioso Come only thou and I. Vindice My Lord my Lord. wln 1109 Lussurioso Why dost thou start us? wln 1110 Vindice I’d almost forgot — the bastard! Lussurioso What of him? wln 1111 Vindice This night, this hour — this minute, now. wln 1112 Lussurioso What? what? Vindice Shadows the Duchess — wln 1113 Lussurioso Horrible word. wln 1114 Vindice And like strong poison eats, wln 1115 Into the Duke your father’s forehead. Lussurioso Oh. wln 1116 Vindice He makes horn royal. Lussurioso Most ignoble slave? wln 1117 Vindice This is the fruit of two beds. Lussurioso I am mad. wln 1118 Vindice That passage he trod warily: Lussurioso He did! wln 1119 Vindice And hushed his villains every step he took. wln 1120 Lussurioso His villains? i’ll confound them. wln 1121 Vindice Take ’em finely, finely, now. wln 1122 Lussurioso The Duchess’ Chamber­door shall not control me. Exeunt wln 1123 Hippolito Good, happy, swift, there’s gunpowder i’ th’ Court, wln 1124 Wild­fire at midnight, in this heedless fury wln 1125 He may show violence to cross himself, wln 1126 I’ll follow the Event. Exit. wln 1127 Lussurioso Where is that villain? Enter again. wln 1128 Vindice Softly my Lord and you may take ’em twisted. wln 1129 Lussurioso I care not how! wln 1130 Vindice Oh ’twill be glorious, wln 1131 To kill ’em doubled, when they’re heaped, be soft my Lord. wln 1132 Lussurioso Away my spleen is not so lazy, thus and thus, wln 1133 I’ll shake their eyelids ope, and with my sword wln 1134 Shut ’em again for ever; — villain, strumpet — wln 1135 Duke You upper Guard defend us. Duchess Treason, treason. wln 1136 Duke Oh take me not in sleep, I have great sins, I must have days, wln 1137 Nay months dear son, with penitential heaves, wln 1138 To lift ’em out, and not to die unclear, img: 17­b sig: E1r wln 1139 O thou wilt kill me both in heaven and here. wln 1140 Lussurioso I am amazed to death. wln 1141 Duke. Nay villain traitor, wln 1142 Worse than the foulest Epithet, now I’ll gripe thee wln 1143 E’en with the Nerves of wrath, and throw thy head wln 1144 Amongst the Lawyers guard. wln 1145 Enter Nobles and sons. wln 1146 1. Noble. How comes the quiet of your Grace disturbed? wln 1147 Duke. This boy that should be myself after me, wln 1148 Would be myself before me, and in heat wln 1149 Of that ambition bloodily rushed in wln 1150 Intending to depose me in my bed? wln 1151 2. Noble. Duty and natural­loyalty forfend. wln 1152 Duchess He called his Father villain; and me strumpet, wln 1153 A word that I abhor to ’file my lips with. wln 1154 Ambitioso That was not so well done Brother? wln 1155 Lussurioso I am abused — I know there’s no excuse can do me good. wln 1156 Vindice ’Tis now good policy to be from sight, wln 1157 His vicious purpose to our sister’s honor, wln 1158 Is crossed beyond our thought. wln 1159 Hippolito You little dreamt his Father slept here. wln 1160 Vindice Oh ’twas far beyond me. wln 1161 But since it fell so; — without frightful word, wln 1162 Would he had killed him, ’twould have eased our swords. wln 1163 Duke Be comforted our Duchess, he shall die. dissemble a wln 1164 Lussurioso Where’s this slave­pander now? out of mine eye, flight. wln 1165 Guilty of this abuse. wln 1166 Enter Spurio with his villains. wln 1167 Spurio Y’ are villains, Fablers, wln 1168 You have knaves’ chins, and harlots’ tongues, you lie, wln 1169 And I will damn you with one meal a day. wln 1170 1. Servant O good my Lord! wln 1171 Spurio ’Sblood you shall never sup. wln 1172 2. Servant O I beseech you sir. wln 1173 Spurio To let my sword — Catch cold so long and miss him. wln 1174 1. Servant Troth my Lord — ’Twas his intent to meet there. wln 1175 Spurio Heart he’s yonder? wln 1176 Ha? what news here? is the day out o’ th’ socket, img: 18­a sig: E1v wln 1177 That it is Noon at Midnight; the Court up, wln 1178 How comes the Guard so saucy with his elbows? wln 1179 Lussurioso The Bastard here? wln 1180 Nay then the truth of my intent shall out, wln 1181 My Lord and Father hear me. Duke. Bear him hence. wln 1182 Lussurioso I can with loyalty excuse. wln 1183 Duke. Excuse? to prison with the Villain, wln 1184 Death shall not long lag after him. wln 1185 Spurio Good i’ faith, then ’tis not much amiss, wln 1186 Lussurioso Brothers, my best release lies on your tongues, wln 1187 I pray persuade for me. wln 1188 Ambitioso It is our duties: make yourself sure of us. wln 1189 Supervacuo We’ll sweat in pleading. wln 1190 Lussurioso And I may live to thank you. Exeunt. wln 1191 Ambitioso No, thy death shall thank me better. wln 1192 Spurio He’s gone: I’ll after him, wln 1193 And know his trespass, seem to bear a part wln 1194 In all his ills, but with a Puritan heart. Exit. wln 1195 Ambitioso Now brother, let our hate and love be woven wln 1196 So subtly together, that in speaking one word for his life, wln 1197 We may make three for his death, wln 1198 The craftiest pleader gets most gold for breath. wln 1199 Supervacuo Set on, I’ll not be far behind you brother. wln 1200 Duke. Is ’t possible a son should be disobedient as far as wln 1201 the sword: it is the highest he can go no farther. wln 1202 Ambitioso My gracious Lord, take pity, — Duke. Pity boys? wln 1203 Ambitioso Nay we’d be loath to move your Grace too much, wln 1204 We know the trespass is unpardonable, wln 1205 Black, wicked, and unnatural, wln 1206 Supervacuo In a Son, oh Monstrous. wln 1207 Ambitioso Yet my Lord, wln 1208 A Duke’s soft hand strokes the rough head of law, wln 1209 And makes it lie smooth. Duke But my hand shall ne’er do ’t. wln 1210 Ambitioso That as you please my Lord. wln 1211 Supervacuo We must needs confess, wln 1212 Some father would have entered into hate, wln 1213 So deadly pointed, that before his eyes, wln 1214 He would ha’ seen the execution sound, img: 18­b sig: E2r wln 1215 Without corrupted favor? wln 1216 Ambitioso But my Lord, wln 1217 Your Grace may live the wonder of all times, wln 1218 In pard’ning that offense which never yet wln 1219 Had face to beg a pardon. Duke. Honey, how’s this? wln 1220 Ambitioso Forgive him good my Lord, he’s your own son, wln 1221 And I must needs say ’twas the vildlier done. wln 1222 Supervacuo He’s the next heir — yet this true reason gathers, wln 1223 None can possess that dispossess their fathers: wln 1224 Be merciful; — wln 1225 Duke. Here’s no Stepmother’s wit, wln 1226 I’ll try ’em both upon their love and hate. wln 1227 Ambitioso Be merciful — although — Duke. You have prevailed, wln 1228 My wrath like flaming wax hath spent itself, wln 1229 I know ’twas but some peevish Moon in him: go, let him be released. wln 1230 Supervacuo ’Sfoot how now Brother? wln 1231 Ambitioso Your Grace doth please to speak beside your spleen, wln 1232 I would it were so happy? Duke. Why go, release him. wln 1233 Supervacuo O my good Lord, I know the fault’s too weighty, wln 1234 And full of general loathing; too inhuman, wln 1235 Rather by all men’s voices worthy death. wln 1236 Duke. ’Tis true too; here then, receive this signet, doom shall pass, wln 1237 Direct it to the Judges, he shall die wln 1238 Ere many days, make haste. wln 1239 Ambitioso All speed that may be, wln 1240 We could have wished his burden not so sore, wln 1241 We knew your Grace did but delay before. Exeunt. wln 1242 Duke. Here’s Envy with a poor thin cover o’er ’t, wln 1243 Like Scarlet hid in lawn, easily spied through, wln 1244 This their ambition by the Mother’s side, wln 1245 Is dangerous, and for safety must be purged, wln 1246 I will prevent their envies, sure it was wln 1247 But some mistaken fury in our son, wln 1248 Which these aspiring boys would climb upon: wln 1249 He shall be released suddenly. Enter Nobles. wln 1250 1. Noble Good morning to your Grace. wln 1251 Duke. Welcome my Lords. wln 1252 2. Noble Our knees shall take away the office of our feet for ever, img: 19­a sig: E2v wln 1253 Unless your Grace bestow a father’s eye, wln 1254 Upon the Clouded fortunes of your son, wln 1255 And in compassionate virtue grant him that, wln 1256 Which makes e’en mean men happy; liberty wln 1257 Duke How seriously their loves and honors woo wln 1258 For that, which I am about to pray them do wln 1259 Which, rise my Lords, your knees sign his release, wln 1260 We freely pardon him. wln 1261 1. Noble We owe your Grace much thanks, and he much duty. Exeunt. wln 1262 Duke It well becomes that Judge to nod at crimes, wln 1263 That does commit greater himself and lives: wln 1264 I may forgive a disobedient error, wln 1265 That expect pardon for adultery wln 1266 And in my old days am a youth in lust: wln 1267 Many a beauty have I turned to poison wln 1268 In the denial, covetous of all, wln 1269 Age hot, is like a Monster to be seen: wln 1270 My hairs are white, and yet my sins are Green. wln 1271 ACT. 3. wln 1272 Enter Ambitioso, and Supervacuo? wln 1273 Supervacuo Brother, let my opinion sway you once, wln 1274 I speak it for the best, to have him die: wln 1275 Surest and soonest, if the signet come, wln 1276 Unto the judge’s hands, why then his doom, wln 1277 Will be deferred till sittings and Court­days: wln 1278 Juries and further, — Faiths are bought and sold, wln 1279 Oaths in these days are but the skin of gold. wln 1280 Ambitioso In troth ’tis true too! wln 1281 Supervacuo Then let’s set by the Judges wln 1282 And fall to the Officers, ’tis but mistaking wln 1283 The Duke our father’s meaning, and where he named, wln 1284 Ere many days, ’tis but forgetting that wln 1285 And, have him die i’ th’ morning. wln 1286 Ambitioso Excellent, wln 1287 Then am I heir — Duke in a minute. wln 1288 Supervacuo Nay, wln 1289 And he were once puffed out, here is a pin. img: 19­b sig: E3r wln 1290 Should quickly prick your bladder. wln 1291 Ambitioso Blast occasion, wln 1292 He being packed, we’ll have some trick and wile, wln 1293 To wind our younger brother out of prison, wln 1294 That lies in for the Rape, the Lady’s dead, wln 1295 And people’s thoughts will soon be buried. wln 1296 Supervacuo We may with safety do ’t, and live and feed, wln 1297 The Duchess’ sons are too proud to bleed, wln 1298 Ambitioso We are i’ faith to say true. — come let’s not linger wln 1299 I’ll to the Officers, go you before, wln 1300 And set an edge upon the Executioner. wln 1301 Supervacuo Let me alone to grind him. Exit. wln 1302 Ambitioso Meet; farewell, wln 1303 I am next now, I rise just in that place, wln 1304 Where thou ’rt cut off, upon thy Neck kind brother, wln 1305 The falling of one head, lifts up another. Exit. wln 1306 Enter with the Nobles, Lussurioso from prison. wln 1307 Lussurioso My Lords? I am so much indebted to your loves, wln 1308 For this, O this delivery. wln 1309 1. Noble But our duties, my Lord, unto the hopes that grow in you, wln 1310 Lussurioso If ere I live to be myself i’ll thank you, wln 1311 O liberty thou sweet and heavenly Dame; wln 1312 But hell for prison is too mild a name. Exeunt. wln 1313 Enter Ambitioso, and Supervacuo? with Officers. wln 1314 Ambitioso Officers? here’s the Duke’s signet, your firm warrant, wln 1315 Brings the command of present death along with it wln 1316 Unto our brother, the Duke’s son; we are sorry, wln 1317 That we are so unnaturally employed wln 1318 In such an unkind Office, fitter far wln 1319 For enemies than brothers. wln 1320 Supervacuo But you know, wln 1321 The Duke’s command must be obeyed. wln 1322 1. Officer It must and shall my Lord — this morning then, wln 1323 So suddenly? wln 1324 Ambitioso Ay alas poor good­soul, wln 1325 He must break fast betimes, the executioner wln 1326 Stands ready to put forth his cowardly valor. wln 1327 2. Officer Already? img: 20­a sig: E3v wln 1328 Supervacuo Already i’ faith, O sir, destruction hies, wln 1329 And that is least Impudent, soonest dies, wln 1330 1. Officer Troth you say true my Lord we take our leaves, wln 1331 Our Office shall be sound, we’ll not delay, wln 1332 The third part of a minute. wln 1333 Ambitioso Therein you show. wln 1334 Yourselves good men, and upright officers, wln 1335 Pray let him die as private as he may, wln 1336 Do him that favor, for the gaping people. wln 1337 Will but trouble him at his prayers, wln 1338 And make him curse, and swear, and so die black. wln 1339 Will you be so far Kind? wln 1340 1. Officer It shall be done my Lord. wln 1341 Ambitioso Why we do thank you, if we live to be, wln 1342 You shall have a better office, wln 1343 2. Officer Your good Lordship, wln 1344 Supervacuo Commend us to the scaffold in our tears. wln 1345 1. Officer We’ll weep and do your commendations, Exeunt. wln 1346 Ambitioso Fine fools in office! Supervacuo Things fall out so fit. wln 1347 Ambitioso So happily, come brother ere next clock, wln 1348 His head will be made serve a bigger block. Exeunt. wln 1349 Enter in prison Junior Brother, wln 1350 Junior Keeper. Keeper My Lord. wln 1351 Junior No news lately from our brothers? wln 1352 Are they unmindful of us? wln 1353 Keeper My Lord a messenger came newly in and brought this from ’em, wln 1354 Junior Nothing but paper comforts? wln 1355 I looked for my delivery before this, wln 1356 Had they been worth their oaths — prithee be from us. wln 1357 Now what say you forsooth, speak out I pray, wln 1358 Letter. Brother be of good cheer, wln 1359 ’Slud it begins like a whore with good cheer, wln 1360 Thou shalt not be long a prisoner. wln 1361 Not five and thirty year like a bankrupt, I think so, wln 1362 We have thought upon a device to get thee out by a trick! wln 1363 By a trick, pox o’ your trick and it be so long a­playing. wln 1364 And so rest comforted, be merry and expect it suddenly! wln 1365 Be merry, hang merry, draw and quarter merry, I’ll be mad! img: 20­b sig: E4r wln 1366 Is ’t not strange that a man should lie in a whole month for a woman, wln 1367 well, we shall see how sudden our brothers: will be in wln 1368 their promise, I must expect still a trick! I shall not be long a wln 1369 prisoner, how now, what news? wln 1370 Keeper. Bad news my Lord I am discharged of you. wln 1371 Junior Slave call’st thou that bad news, I thank you brothers. wln 1372 Keeper My Lord ’twill prove so, here come the Officers, wln 1373 Into whose hands I must commit you. wln 1374 Junior Ha, Officers, what, why? wln 1375 1. Officer You must pardon us my Lord, wln 1376 Our Office must be sound, here is our warrant wln 1377 The signet from the Duke, you must straight suffer. wln 1378 Junior. Suffer? i’ll suffer you to be gone, i’ll suffer you, wln 1379 To come no more, what would you have me suffer? wln 1380 2. Officer My Lord those words were better changed to prayers, wln 1381 The time’s but brief with you, prepare to die. wln 1382 Junior. Sure ’tis not so. 3. Officer It is too true my Lord. wln 1383 Junior. I tell you ’tis not, for the Duke my father, wln 1384 Deferred me till next sitting, and I look wln 1385 E’en every minute threescore times an hour, wln 1386 For a release, a trick wrought by my brothers. wln 1387 1. Officer A trick my Lord? if you expect such comfort, wln 1388 Your hopes as fruitless as a barren woman: wln 1389 Your brothers were the unhappy messengers, wln 1390 That brought this powerful token for your death. wln 1391 Junior. My brothers, no, no. wln 1392 2. Officer ’Tis most true my Lord. wln 1393 Junior. My brothers to bring a warrant for my death wln 1394 How strange this shows? wln 1395 3. Officer There’s no delaying time. wln 1396 Junior. Desire ’em hither, call ’em up, my brothers? wln 1397 They shall deny it to your faces. wln 1398 1. Officer My Lord, wln 1399 They’re far enough by this, at least at Court, wln 1400 And this most strict command they left behind ’em, wln 1401 When grief swum in their eyes, they showed like brothers, wln 1402 Brimful of heavy sorrow: but the Duke wln 1403 Must have his pleasure. Junior His pleasure? img: 21­a sig: E4v wln 1404 1. Officer These were their last words which my memory bears, wln 1405 Commend us to the Scaffold in our tears. wln 1406 Junior. Pox dry their tears, what should I do with tears? wln 1407 I hate ’em worse than any Citizen’s son wln 1408 Can hate salt water; here came a letter now, wln 1409 New­bleeding from their Pens, scarce stinted yet, wln 1410 Would I’d been torn in pieces when I tore it, wln 1411 Look you officious whoresons words of comfort, wln 1412 Not long a Prisoner. wln 1413 1. Officer It says true in that sir, for you must suffer presently. wln 1414 Junior. A villainous Duns, upon the letter knavish exposition, wln 1415 Look you then here sir: We’ll get thee out by a trick says he. wln 1416 2. Officer That may hold too sir, for you know a Trick is commonly wln 1417 four Cards, which was meant by us four officers. wln 1418 Junior. Worse and worse dealing. wln 1419 1. Officer The hour beckons us, wln 1420 The headsman waits, lift up your eyes to heaven. wln 1421 Junior. I thank you faith; good pretty­wholesome counsel, wln 1422 I should look up to heaven as you said, wln 1423 Whilst he behind me cozens me of my head, wln 1424 Ay that’s the Trick. 3. Officer You delay too long my Lord. wln 1425 Junior. Stay good Authority’s Bastards, since I must wln 1426 Through Brother’s perjury die, O let me venom wln 1427 Their souls with curses. 1. Officer Come ’tis no time to curse. wln 1428 Junior. Must I bleed then, without respect of sign? well — wln 1429 My fault was sweet sport, which the world approves, wln 1430 I die for that which every woman loves. Exeunt. wln 1431 Enter Vindice with Hippolito his brother. wln 1432 Vindice O sweet, delectable, rare, happy, ravishing, wln 1433 Hippolito Why what’s the matter brother? wln 1434 Vindice O ’tis able, to make a man spring up, and knock his forehead wln 1435 Against yon silver ceiling. wln 1436 Hippolito Prithee tell me, wln 1437 Why may not I partake with you? you vowed once wln 1438 To give me share to every tragic thought. wln 1439 Vindice By th’ Mass I think I did too, wln 1440 Then I’ll divide it to thee, — the old Duke wln 1441 Thinking my outward shape, and inward heart img: 21­b sig: F1r wln 1442 Are cut out of one piece; (for he that prates his secrets, wln 1443 His heart stands o’ th’ outside) hires me by price: wln 1444 To greet him with a Lady, wln 1445 In some fit place veiled from the eyes o’ th’ Court, wln 1446 Some darkened blushless Angle, that is guilty wln 1447 Of his forefathers’ lusts, and great­folks’ riots, wln 1448 To which (I easily to maintain my shape) wln 1449 Consented, and did wish his impudent grace wln 1450 To meet her here in this unsunned lodge, wln 1451 Wherein ’tis night at noon, and here the rather, wln 1452 Because unto the torturing of his soul, wln 1453 The Bastard and the Duchess have appointed wln 1454 Their meeting too in this luxurious circle, wln 1455 Which most afflicting sight will kill his eyes wln 1456 Before we kill the rest of him. wln 1457 Hippolito ’Twill i’ faith, most dreadfully digested, wln 1458 I see not how you could have missed me brother. wln 1459 Vindice True, but the violence of my joy forgot it. wln 1460 Hippolito Ay, but where’s that Lady now? wln 1461 Vindice Oh at that word, wln 1462 I’m lost again, you cannot find me yet wln 1463 I’m in a throng of happy Apprehensions. wln 1464 He’s suited for a Lady, I have took care wln 1465 For a delicious lip, a sparkling eye, wln 1466 You shall be witness brother; wln 1467 Be ready stand with your hat off. Exit. wln 1468 Hippolito Troth I wonder what Lady it should be? wln 1469 Yet ’tis no wonder, now I think again, wln 1470 To have a Lady stoop to a Duke, that stoops unto his men, wln 1471 ’Tis common to be common, through the world: wln 1472 And there’s more private common shadowing vices, wln 1473 Than those who are known both by their names and prices wln 1474 ’Tis part of my allegiance to stand bare, wln 1475 To the Duke’s Concubine, — and here she comes. wln 1476 Enter Vindice, with the skull of his love dressed up in Tires. wln 1477 Vindice Madame his grace will not be absent long. wln 1478 Secret? ne’er doubt us Madam? ’twill be worth wln 1479 Three velvet gowns to your Ladyship — known? img: 22­a sig: F1v wln 1480 Few Ladies respect that? disgrace, a poor thin shell, wln 1481 ’Tis the best grace you have to do it well, wln 1482 I’ll save your hand that labor, i’ll unmask you? wln 1483 Hippolito Why brother, brother. wln 1484 Vindice Art thou beguiled now? tut, a Lady can, wln 1485 At such all hid, beguile a wiser man, wln 1486 Have I not fitted the old surfeiter wln 1487 With a quaint piece of beauty, age and bare bone wln 1488 Are e’er allied in action; here’s an eye, wln 1489 Able to tempt a great man — to serve God, wln 1490 A pretty hanging lip, that has forgot got now to dissemble wln 1491 Methinks this mouth should make a swearer tremble. wln 1492 A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo ’em, wln 1493 To suffer wet damnation to run through ’em. wln 1494 Here’s a cheek keeps her color let the wind go whistle, wln 1495 Spout Rain, we fear thee not, be hot or cold wln 1496 All’s one with us; and is not he absurd, wln 1497 Whose fortunes are upon their faces set, wln 1498 That fear no other God but wind and wet. wln 1499 Hippolito Brother y’ave spoke that right, wln 1500 Is this the form that living shone so bright? wln 1501 Vindice The very same, wln 1502 And now methinks I could e’en chide myself, wln 1503 For doting on her beauty, though her death wln 1504 Shall be revenged after no common action; wln 1505 Does the Silkworm expend her yellow labors wln 1506 For thee? for thee does she undo herself? wln 1507 Are Lordships sold to maintain Ladyships wln 1508 For the poor benefit of a bewitching minute? wln 1509 Why does yon fellow falsify highways wln 1510 And put his life between the Judge’s lips, wln 1511 To refine such a thing, keeps horse and men wln 1512 To beat their valors for her? wln 1513 Surely we’re all mad people, and they wln 1514 Whom we think are, are not, we mistake those, wln 1515 ’Tis we are mad in sense, they but in clothes. wln 1516 Hippolito Faith and in clothes too we, give us our due. wln 1517 Vindice Does every proud and self­affecting Dame img: 22­b sig: F2r wln 1518 Camphire her face for this? and grieve her Maker wln 1519 In sinful baths of milk, — when many an infant starves, wln 1520 For her superfluous outside, all for this? wln 1521 Who now bids twenty pound a night, prepares wln 1522 Music, perfumes, and sweetmeats, all are hushed, wln 1523 Thou mayst lie chaste now! it were fine methinks: wln 1524 To have thee seen at Revels, forgetful feasts, wln 1525 And unclean Brothels; sure ’twould fright the sinner wln 1526 And make him a good coward, put a Reveller, wln 1527 Out of his Antic amble wln 1528 And cloy an Epicure with empty dishes? wln 1529 Here might a scornful and ambitious woman, wln 1530 Look through and through herself, — see Ladies, with false forms, wln 1531 You deceive men, but cannot deceive worms. wln 1532 Now to my tragic business, look you brother, wln 1533 I have not fashioned this only — for show wln 1534 And useless property, no, it shall bear a part wln 1535 E’en in it own Revenge. This very skull, wln 1536 Whose Mistress the Duke poisoned, with this drug wln 1537 The mortal curse of the earth; shall be revenged wln 1538 In the like strain, and kiss his lips to death, wln 1539 As much as the dumb thing can, he shall feel: wln 1540 What fails in poison, we’ll supply in steel. wln 1541 Hippolito Brother I do applaud thy constant vengeance, wln 1542 The quaintness of thy malice above thought. wln 1543 Vindice So ’tis laid on: now come and welcome Duke, wln 1544 I have her for thee, I protest it brother: wln 1545 Methinks she makes almost as fair a sign wln 1546 As some old gentlewoman in a Periwig? wln 1547 Hide thy face now for shame, thou hadst need have a Mask now wln 1548 ’Tis vain when beauty flows, but when it fleets wln 1549 This would become graves better than the streets. wln 1550 Hippolito You have my voice in that; hark, the Duke’s come. wln 1551 Vindice Peace, let’s observe what company he brings, wln 1552 And how he does absent ’em, for you know wln 1553 He’ll wish all private, — brother fall you back a little, wln 1554 With the bony Lady. Hippolito That I will. wln 1555 Vindice So, so, — now nine years’ vengeance crowd into a minute! img: 23­a sig: F2v wln 1556 Duke You shall have leave to leave us, with this charge, wln 1557 Upon your lives, if we be missed by th’ Duchess wln 1558 Or any of the Nobles, to give out, wln 1559 We’re privately rid forth. Vindice Oh happiness! wln 1560 Duke With some few honorable gentlemen you may say, wln 1561 You may name those that are away from Court. wln 1562 Gentleman Your will and pleasure shall be done my Lord. wln 1563 Vindice Privately rid forth, wln 1564 He strives to make sure work on ’t — your good grace? wln 1565 Duke Piato, well done hast brought her, what Lady is ’t? wln 1566 Vindice Faith my Lord a Country Lady, a little bashful at first wln 1567 as most of them are, but after the first kiss my Lord the worst is wln 1568 past with them, your grace knows now what you have to do; wln 1569 sh’as somewhat a grave look with her — but — wln 1570 Duke I love that best, conduct her. wln 1571 Vindice Have at all. wln 1572 Duke In gravest looks the Greatest faults seem less wln 1573 Give me that sin that’s robbed in Holiness. wln 1574 Vindice Back with the Torch; brother raise the perfumes. wln 1575 Duke How sweet can a Duke breathe? age has no fault, wln 1576 Pleasure should meet in a perfumed mist, wln 1577 Lady sweetly encountered, I came from Court I must be bold wln 1578 with you, oh, what’s this, oh! wln 1579 Vindice royal villain, white devil; Duke. Oh. wln 1580 Vindice Brother — place the Torch here, that his affrighted eyeballs wln 1581 May start into those hollows, Duke; dost know wln 1582 Yon dreadful vizard, view it well, ’tis the skull wln 1583 Of Gloriana, whom thou poisoned’st last. wln 1584 Duke Oh, ’t has poisoned me. wln 1585 Vindice Didst not know that till now? wln 1586 Duke What are you two? wln 1587 Vindice Villains all three? — the very ragged bone, wln 1588 Has been sufficiently revenged. wln 1589 Duke Oh Hippolito? call treason. wln 1590 Hippolito Yes my good Lord, treason, treason, treason. stamping wln 1591 Duke Then I’m betrayed. on him. wln 1592 Vindice Alas poor Lecher in the hands of knaves, wln 1593 A slavish Duke is baser than his slaves. img: 23­b sig: F3r wln 1594 Duke. My teeth are eaten out. Vindice Hadst any left. wln 1595 Hippolito I think but few. wln 1596 Vindice Then those that did eat are eaten. Duke O my tongue. wln 1597 Vindice Your tongue? ’twill teach you to kiss closer, wln 1598 Not like a Slobbering Dutchman, you have eyes still: wln 1599 Look monster, what a Lady hast thou made me, wln 1600 My once betrothed wife. wln 1601 Duke Is it thou villain, nay then — wln 1602 Vindice ’Tis I, ’tis Vindici, ’tis I. wln 1603 Hippolito And let this comfort thee: our Lord and Father wln 1604 Fell sick upon the infection of thy frowns, wln 1605 And died in sadness; be that thy hope of life. Duke. Oh? wln 1606 Vindice He had his tongue, yet grief made him die speechless. wln 1607 Puh, ’tis but early yet, now i’ll begin wln 1608 To stick thy soul with Ulcers, I will make wln 1609 Thy spirit grievous sore, it shall not rest, wln 1610 But like some pestilent man toss in thy breast— (mark me duke) wln 1611 Thou ’rt a renowned, high, and mighty Cuckold. Duke. Oh! wln 1612 Vindice Thy Bastard, thy bastard rides a­hunting in thy brow. wln 1613 Duke. Millions of deaths. wln 1614 Vindice Nay to afflict thee more, wln 1615 Here in this lodge they meet for damned clips, wln 1616 Those eyes shall see the incest of their lips. wln 1617 Duke. Is there a hell besides this, villains? Vindice Villain? wln 1618 Nay heaven is just, scorns are the hires of scorns, wln 1619 I ne’er knew yet Adulterer without horns. wln 1620 Hippolito Once ere they die ’tis quit. wln 1621 Vindice Hark the music, wln 1622 Their banquet is prepared, they’re coming — wln 1623 Duke. Oh, kill me not with that sight. wln 1624 Vindice Thou shalt not lose that sight for all thy Dukedom. wln 1625 Duke. Traitors, murderers? wln 1626 Vindice What? is not thy tongue eaten out yet? wln 1627 Then we’ll invent a silence? brother stifle the Torch, wln 1628 Duke. Treason, murder? wln 1629 Vindice Nay faith, we’ll have you hushed now with thy dagger wln 1630 Nail down his tongue, and mine shall keep possession wln 1631 About his heart, if he but gasp he dies, img: 24­a sig: F3v wln 1632 We dread not death to quittance injuries; — Brother, wln 1633 If he but wink, not brooking the foul object, wln 1634 Let our two other hands tear up his lids, wln 1635 And make his eyes like Comets shine through blood, wln 1636 When the bad bleeds, then is the Tragedy good, wln 1637 Hippolito Whist, brother, music’s at our ear, they come. wln 1638 Enter the Bastard meeting the Duchess. wln 1639 Spurio Had not that kiss a taste of sin ’twere sweet. wln 1640 Duchess Why there’s no pleasure sweet but it is sinful. wln 1641 Spurio True, such a bitter sweetness fate hath given, wln 1642 Best side to us, is the worst side to heaven. wln 1643 Duchess Push, come: ’tis the old Duke thy doubtful Father, wln 1644 The thought of him rubs heaven in thy way, wln 1645 But I protest by yonder waxen fire, wln 1646 Forget him, or i’ll poison him. wln 1647 Spurio Madam, you urge a thought which ne’er had life, wln 1648 So deadly do I loathe him for my birth, wln 1649 That if he took me hasped within his bed, wln 1650 I would add murder to adultery, wln 1651 And with my sword give up his years to death. wln 1652 Duchess Why now thou ’rt sociable, let’s in and feast, wln 1653 Loud’st Music sound: pleasure is Banquet’s guest. Exeunt. wln 1654 Duke I cannot brook — Vindice The Brook is turned to blood. wln 1655 Hippolito Thanks to loud Music. Vindice ’Twas our friend indeed, wln 1656 ’Tis state in Music for a Duke to bleed: wln 1657 The Dukedom wants a head, though yet unknown, wln 1658 As fast as they peep up, let’s cut ’em down. Exeunt. wln 1659 Enter the Duchess’ two sons, Ambitioso and Supervacuo. wln 1660 Ambitioso Was not his execution rarely plotted? wln 1661 We are the Duke’s sons now. wln 1662 Supervacuo Ay you may thank my policy for that. wln 1663 Ambitioso Your policy, for what? wln 1664 Supervacuo Why was’t not my invention brother, wln 1665 To slip the Judges, and in lesser compass, wln 1666 Did not I draw the model of his death, wln 1667 Advising you to sudden officers, wln 1668 And e’en extemporal execution. wln 1669 Ambitioso Heart, ’twas a thing I thought on too. img: 24­b sig: F4r wln 1670 Supervacuo You thought on ’t too, ’sfoot slander not your thoughts wln 1671 With glorious untruth, I know ’twas from you. wln 1672 Ambitioso Sir I say, ’twas in my head. wln 1673 Supervacuo Ay, like your brains then, wln 1674 Ne’er to come out as long as you lived. wln 1675 Ambitioso You’d have the honor on ’t forsooth, that your wit wln 1676 Lead him to the scaffold, wln 1677 Supervacuo Since it is my due, wln 1678 I’ll publish ’t, but I’ll ha ’t in spite of you. wln 1679 Ambitioso Methinks y’ are much too bold, you should a little wln 1680 Remember us brother, next to be honest Duke. wln 1681 Supervacuo Ay, it shall be as easy for you to be Duke, wln 1682 As to be honest, and that’s never i’ faith. wln 1683 Ambitioso Well, cold he is by this time, and because wln 1684 We’re both ambitious, be it our amity, wln 1685 And let the glory be shared equally. Supervacuo I am content to that. wln 1686 Ambitioso This night our younger brother shall out of prison, wln 1687 I have a trick. Supervacuo A trick, prithee what is ’t? wln 1688 Ambitioso We’ll get him out by a wile. Supervacuo Prithee what wile? wln 1689 Ambitioso No sir, you shall not know it, till ’t be done, wln 1690 For then you’d swear ’twere yours. wln 1691 Supervacuo How now, what’s he? Ambitioso One of the officers. wln 1692 Supervacuo Desired news. Ambitioso How now my friend? wln 1693 Officer My Lords, under your pardon, I am allotted wln 1694 To that desertless office, to present you wln 1695 With the yet bleeding head. Supervacuo Ha, ha, excellent. wln 1696 Ambitioso All’s sure our own: Brother, canst weep think’st thou? wln 1697 ’Twould grace our Flattery much; think of some Dame, wln 1698 ’Twill teach thee to dissemble. wln 1699 Supervacuo I have thought, — Now for yourself. wln 1700 Ambitioso Our sorrows are so fluent, wln 1701 Our eyes o’erflow our tongues, words spoke in tears, wln 1702 Are like the murmurs of the waters, the sound wln 1703 Is loudly heard, but cannot be distinguished. wln 1704 Supervacuo How died he pray? Officer O full of rage and spleen. wln 1705 Supervacuo He died most valiantly then, we’re glad to hear it. wln 1706 Officer We could not woo him once to pray. wln 1707 Ambitioso He showed himself a Gentleman in that: give him his due. img: 25­a sig: F4v wln 1708 Officer But in the steed of prayer, he drew forth oaths. wln 1709 Supervacuo Then did he pray dear heart, wln 1710 Although you understood him not. wln 1711 Officer My Lords, wln 1712 E’en at his last, with pardon be it spoke, wln 1713 He cursed you both. wln 1714 Supervacuo He cursed us? ’las good soul. wln 1715 Ambitioso It was not in our powers, but the Duke’s pleasure, wln 1716 Finely dissembled o’ both sides, sweet fate, wln 1717 O happy opportunity. Enter Lussurioso. wln 1718 Lussurioso Now my Lords. Both. Oh! — wln 1719 Lussurioso Why do you shun me Brothers? wln 1720 You may come nearer now; wln 1721 The savor of the prison has forsook me, wln 1722 I thank such kind Lords as yourselves, I’m free. wln 1723 Ambitioso Alive! Supervacuo In health! wln 1724 Ambitioso Released? wln 1725 We were both e’en amazed with joy to see it, wln 1726 Lussurioso I am much to thank you. wln 1727 Supervacuo Faith we spared no tongue, unto my Lord the Duke. wln 1728 Ambitioso I know your delivery brother wln 1729 Had not been half so sudden but for us. wln 1730 Supervacuo O how we pleaded. Lussurioso Most deserving brothers, wln 1731 In my best studies I will think of it? Exit Lussurioso wln 1732 Ambitioso O death and vengeance. Supervacuo Hell and torments. wln 1733 Ambitioso Slave cam’st thou to delude us. Officer Delude you my Lords? wln 1734 Supervacuo Ay villain, where’s this head now? wln 1735 Officer Why here my Lord, wln 1736 Just after his delivery, you both came wln 1737 With warrant from the Duke to behead your brother. wln 1738 Ambitioso Ay, our brother, the Duke’s son. wln 1739 Officer The Duke’s son my Lord, had his release before you came. wln 1740 Ambitioso Whose head’s that then? wln 1741 Officer His whom you left command for, your own brother’s? wln 1742 Ambitioso Our brother’s? oh furies — wln 1743 Supervacuo Plagues. Ambitioso Confusions. wln 1744 Supervacuo Darkness. Ambitioso Devils. wln 1745 Supervacuo Fell it out so accursedly? Ambitioso So damnedly. img: 25­b sig: G1r wln 1746 Supervacuo Villain I’ll brain thee with it, Officer O my good Lord! wln 1747 Supervacuo The Devil overtake thee? Ambitioso O fatal. wln 1748 Supervacuo O prodigious to our bloods. Ambitioso Did we dissemble? wln 1749 Supervacuo Did we make our tears women for thee? wln 1750 Ambitioso Laugh and rejoice for thee. wln 1751 Supervacuo Bring warrant for thy death. Ambitioso Mock off thy head wln 1752 Supervacuo You had a trick, you had a wile forsooth. wln 1753 Ambitioso A murrain meet ’em, there’s none of these wiles that wln 1754 ever come to good: I see now, there is nothing sure in mortality, wln 1755 but mortality, well, no more words shalt be revenged i’ faith. wln 1756 Come, throw off clouds now brother, think of vengeance, wln 1757 And deeper settled hate, sirrah sit fast, wln 1758 We’ll pull down all, but thou shalt down at last. Exeunt. wln 1759 ACT. 4. SCENE 1. wln 1760 Enter Lussurioso with Hippolito. wln 1761 Lussurioso Hippolito. Hippolito My Lord: wln 1762 Has your good Lordship aught to command me in? wln 1763 Lussurioso I prithee leave us. wln 1764 Hippolito How’s this? come and leave us? Lussurioso Hippolito. wln 1765 Hippolito Your honor — I stand ready for any duteous employment. wln 1766 Lussurioso Heart, what mak’st thou here? wln 1767 Hippolito A pretty Lordly humor: wln 1768 He bids me to be present, to depart; something has stung his honor? wln 1769 Lussurioso Be nearer, draw nearer: wln 1770 Y’ are not so good methinks, I’m angry with you. wln 1771 Hippolito With me my Lord? I’m angry with myself for ’t. wln 1772 Lussurioso You did prefer a goodly fellow to me, wln 1773 ’Twas wittily elected, ’twas, I thought wln 1774 Had been a villain, and he proves a Knave? wln 1775 To me a Knave. wln 1776 Hippolito I chose him for the best my Lord, wln 1777 ’Tis much my sorrow, if neglect in him, breed discontent in you. wln 1778 Lussurioso Neglect, ’twas will: Judge of it, wln 1779 Firmly to tell of an incredible Act, wln 1780 Not to be thought, less to be spoken of, wln 1781 Twixt my Stepmother and the Bastard, oh, wln 1782 Incestuous sweets between ’em. img: 26­a sig: G1v wln 1783 Hippolito Fie my Lord. wln 1784 Lussurioso I in kind loyalty to my father’s forehead, wln 1785 Made this a desperate arm, and in that fury, wln 1786 Committed treason on the lawful bed, wln 1787 And with my sword e’en razed my father’s bosom, wln 1788 For which I was within a stroke of death. wln 1789 Hippolito Alack, I’m sorry; ’sfoot just upon the stroke, wln 1790 Jars in my brother, ’twill be villainous Music. wln 1791 Vindice My honored Lord. Enter Vindice wln 1792 Lussurioso Away prithee forsake us, hereafter we’ll not know thee. wln 1793 Vindice Not know me my Lord, your Lordship cannot choose. wln 1794 Lussurioso Begone I say, thou art a false knave. wln 1795 Vindice Why the easier to be known, my Lord. wln 1796 Lussurioso Push, I shall prove too bitter with a word, wln 1797 Make thee a perpetual prisoner, wln 1798 And lay this iron­age upon thee, wln 1799 Vindice Mum, for there’s a doom would make a woman dumb, wln 1800 Missing the bastard next him, the wind’s come about, wln 1801 Now ’tis my brother’s turn to stay mine to go out. Exit Vindice wln 1802 Lussurioso H’as greatly moved me. Hippolito Much to blame i’ faith. wln 1803 Lussurioso But i’ll recover, to his ruin: ’twas told me lately, wln 1804 I know not whether falsely, that you’d a brother, wln 1805 Hippolito Who I, yes my good Lord, I have a brother wln 1806 Lussurioso How chance the Court ne’er saw him? of what nature? wln 1807 How does he apply his hours? wln 1808 Hippolito Faith to curse Fates, wln 1809 Who, as he thinks, ordained him to be poor, wln 1810 Keeps at home full of want, and discontent. wln 1811 Lussurioso There’s hope in him, for discontent and want wln 1812 Is the best clay to mold, a villain of; wln 1813 Hippolito, wish him repair to us, wln 1814 If there be aught in him to please our blood, wln 1815 For thy sake we’ll advance him, and build fair wln 1816 His meanest fortunes: for it is in us wln 1817 To rear up Towers from cottages. wln 1818 Hippolito It is so my Lord, he will attend your honor, wln 1819 But he’s a man, in whom much melancholy dwells. wln 1820 Lussurioso Why the better: bring him to Court. img: 26­b sig: G2r wln 1821 Hippolito With willingness and speed, wln 1822 Whom he cast off e’en now, must now succeed, wln 1823 Brother disguise must off, wln 1824 In thine own shape now, i’ll prefer thee to him: wln 1825 How strangely does himself work to undo him. Exit. wln 1826 Lussurioso This fellow will come fitly, he shall kill, wln 1827 That other slave, that did abuse my spleen, wln 1828 And made it swell to Treason, I have put wln 1829 Much of my heart into him, he must die. wln 1830 He that knows great men’s secrets and proves slight, wln 1831 That man ne’er lives to see his Beard turn white: wln 1832 Ay he shall speed him: I’ll employ thee brother, wln 1833 Slaves are but Nails, to drive out one another? wln 1834 He being of black condition, suitable wln 1835 To want and ill content, hope of preferment wln 1836 Will grind him to an Edge — The Nobles enter. wln 1837 1. Noble Good days unto your honor. wln 1838 Lussurioso My kind Lords, I do return the like, wln 1839 2. Noble Saw you my Lord the Duke? wln 1840 Lussurioso My Lord and Father, is he from Court? wln 1841 1. Noble He’s sure from Court, wln 1842 But where, which way, his pleasure took we know not, wln 1843 Nor can we hear on ’t. wln 1844 Lussurioso Here come those should tell, wln 1845 Saw you my Lord and Father? wln 1846 3. Noble Not since two hours before noon my Lord, wln 1847 And then he privately rid forth. wln 1848 Lussurioso Oh he’s rode forth. wln 1849 1. Noble ’Twas wondrous privately, wln 1850 2. Noble There’s none i’ th’ Court had any knowledge on ’t. wln 1851 Lussurioso His Grace is old, and sudden, ’tis no treason wln 1852 To say, the Duke my Father has a humor, wln 1853 Or such a Toy about him; what in us wln 1854 Would appear light, in him seems virtuous. wln 1855 3. Noble ’Tis Oracle my Lord. Exeunt. wln 1856 Enter Vindice and Hippolito, Vindice out of his disguise. wln 1857 Hippolito So, so, all’s as it should be, y’ are yourself. wln 1858 Vindice How that great villain puts me to my shifts. img: 27­a sig: G2v wln 1859 Hippolito He that did lately in disguise reject thee; wln 1860 Shall now thou art thyself, as much respect thee. wln 1861 Vindice ’Twill be the quainter fallacy; but brother, wln 1862 ’Sfoot what use will he put me to now think’st thou? wln 1863 Hippolito Nay you must pardon me in that, I know not: wln 1864 H’as some employment for you: but what ’tis wln 1865 He and his Secretary the Devil knows best. wln 1866 Vindice Well I must suit my tongue to his desires, wln 1867 What color soe’er they be; hoping at last wln 1868 To pile up all my wishes on his breast, wln 1869 Hippolito Faith Brother he himself shows the way. wln 1870 Vindice Now the Duke is dead, the realm is clad in clay: wln 1871 His death being not yet known, under his name wln 1872 The people still are governed; well, thou his son wln 1873 Art not long­lived, thou shalt not joy his death: wln 1874 To kill thee then, I should most honor thee; wln 1875 For ’twould stand firm in every man’s belief, wln 1876 Thou ’st a kind child, and only died’st with grief. wln 1877 Hippolito You fetch about well, but let’s talk in present, wln 1878 How will you appear in fashion different, wln 1879 As well as in apparel, to make all things possible: wln 1880 If you be but once tripped, we fall for ever. wln 1881 It is not the least policy to be doubtful, wln 1882 You must change tongue: — familiar was your first. wln 1883 Vindice Why I’ll bear me in some strain of melancholy, wln 1884 And string myself with heavy­sounding Wire, wln 1885 Like such an Instrument, that speaks merry things sadly. wln 1886 Hippolito Then ’tis as I meant, wln 1887 I gave you out at first in discontent. wln 1888 Vindice I’ll turn myself, and then — wln 1889 Hippolito ’Sfoot here he comes: hast thought upon ’t. wln 1890 Vindice Salute him, fear not me. Lussurioso Hippolito. wln 1891 Hippolito Your Lordship. Lussurioso What’s he yonder? wln 1892 Hippolito ’Tis Vindici, my discontented Brother, wln 1893 Whom, ’cording to your will I’ve brought to Court. wln 1894 Lussurioso, Is that thy brother? beshrew me, a good presence, wln 1895 I wonder h’as been from the Court so long? wln 1896 Come nearer. img: 27­b sig: G3r wln 1897 Hippolito Brother, Lord Lussurioso the Duke son. Snatches off wln 1898 Lussurioso Be more near to us, welcome, nearer yet. his hat and wln 1899 Vindice How don you? god you god den. makes legs wln 1900 Lussurioso We thank thee? to him. wln 1901 How strangely such a course­homely salute, wln 1902 Shows in the Palace, where we greet in fire: wln 1903 Nimble and desperate tongues, should we name, wln 1904 God in a salutation, ’twould ne’er be stood on ’t, — heaven! wln 1905 Tell me, what has made thee so melancholy. wln 1906 Vindice Why, going to Law. wln 1907 Lussurioso Why will that make a man melancholy? wln 1908 Vindice Yes, to look long upon ink and black buckram — I wln 1909 went me to law in Anno Quadragesimo secundo, and I waded wln 1910 out of it, in Anno sextagesimo tertio. wln 1911 Lussurioso What, three and twenty years in law? wln 1912 Vindice I have known those that have been five and fifty and, wln 1913 all about Pullen and Pigs. wln 1914 Lussurioso May it be possible such men should breathe, wln 1915 To vex the Terms so much. Vindice ’Tis food to some my Lord. wln 1916 There are old men at the present, that are so poisoned wln 1917 with the affectation of law­words, (having had many suits canvased,) wln 1918 that their common talk is nothing but Barbary latin: wln 1919 they cannot so much as pray, but in law, that their sins may wln 1920 be removed, with a writ of Error, and their souls fetched up to wln 1921 heaven, with a sasarara. wln 1922 Hippolito It seems most strange to me, wln 1923 Yet all the world meets round in the same bent: wln 1924 Where the hearts set, there goes the tongue’s consent, wln 1925 How dost apply thy studies fellow? wln 1926 Vindice Study? why to think how a great rich man lies a­dying, wln 1927 and a poor Cobbler tolls the bell for him? how he cannot depart wln 1928 the world, and see the great chest­stand before him, when wln 1929 he lies speechless, how he will point you readily to all the wln 1930 boxes, and when he is past all memory, as the gossips guess, wln 1931 then thinks he of forfeitures and obligations, nay when to all wln 1932 men’s hearings he whurls and rattles in the throat he’s busy wln 1933 threat’ning his poor Tenants? and this would last me now wln 1934 some seven years’ thinking or thereabouts? but, I have a img: 28­a sig: G3v wln 1935 Conceit a­coming in picture upon this, I draw it myself, wln 1936 which i’ faith la I’ll present to your honor, you shall not choose wln 1937 but like it for your Lordship shall give me nothing for it, wln 1938 Lussurioso Nay you mistake me then, wln 1939 For I am published bountiful enough, wln 1940 Let’s taste of your conceit. wln 1941 Vindice In picture my Lord. Lussurioso Ay in picture, wln 1942 Vindice Marry this it is — A usuring Father to be boiling in hell, wln 1943 and his son and Heir with a Whore dancing over him. wln 1944 Hippolito H’as pared him to the quick. wln 1945 Lussurioso The conceit’s pretty i’ faith, wln 1946 But take ’t upon my life ’twill ne’er be liked. wln 1947 Vindice No, why I’m sure the whore will be liked well enough. wln 1948 Hippolito Ay if she were out o’ th’ picture he’d like her then himself. wln 1949 Vindice And as for the son and heir, he shall be an eyesore to wln 1950 no young Revellers, for he shall be drawn in cloth­of­gold wln 1951 breeches. wln 1952 Lussurioso And thou hast put my meaning in the pockets, wln 1953 And canst not draw that out, my thought was this, wln 1954 To see the picture of a usuring father wln 1955 Boiling in hell, our rich men would ne’er like it, wln 1956 Vindice O true I cry you heart’ly mercy I know the reason, for wln 1957 some of ’em had rather be damned indeed, than damned in colors. wln 1958 Lussurioso A parlous melancholy, h’as wit enough, wln 1959 To murder any man, and I’ll give him means, wln 1960 I think thou art ill­moneyed; wln 1961 Vindice Money, ho, ho, wln 1962 ’T has been my want so long, ’tis now my scoff. wln 1963 I’ve e’en forgot what color silver’s of, wln 1964 Lussurioso It hits as I could wish, Vindice I get good clothes, wln 1965 Of those that dread my humor, and for table­room, wln 1966 I feed on those that cannot be rid of me, wln 1967 Lussurioso Somewhat to set thee up withal, wln 1968 Vindice O mine eyes, Lussurioso How now man. wln 1969 Vindice Almost struck blind, wln 1970 This bright unusual shine, to me seems proud, wln 1971 I dare not look till the sun be in a cloud, wln 1972 Lussurioso I think I shall affect his melancholy, img: 28­b sig: G4r wln 1973 How are they now. Vindice The better for your asking. wln 1974 Lussurioso You shall be better yet if you but fasten, wln 1975 Truly on my intent, now y’ are both present wln 1976 I will unbrace such a close private villain, wln 1977 Unto your vengeful swords, the like ne’er heard of, wln 1978 Who hath disgraced you much and injured us, wln 1979 Hippolito Disgraced us my Lord? wln 1980 Lussurioso Ay Hippolito. wln 1981 I kept it here till now that both your angers, wln 1982 Might meet him at once, wln 1983 Vindice I’m covetous, wln 1984 To know the villain, wln 1985 Lussurioso You know him that slave Pandar, wln 1986 Piato whom we threatened last wln 1987 With irons in perpetual prisonment; wln 1988 Vindice All this is I. Hippolito Is ’t he my Lord? wln 1989 Lussurioso I’ll tell you, you first preferred him to me. wln 1990 Vindice Did you brother. Hippolito I did indeed? wln 1991 Lussurioso And the ungrateful villain, wln 1992 To quit that kindness, strongly wrought with me, wln 1993 Being as you see a likely man for pleasure, wln 1994 With jewels to corrupt your virgin sister. wln 1995 Hippolito Oh villain, Vindice He shall surely die that did it. wln 1996 Lussurioso I far from thinking any Virgin harm. wln 1997 Especially knowing her to be as chaste wln 1998 As that part which scarce suffers to be touched, wln 1999 Th’ eye would not endure him, wln 2000 Vindice Would you not my Lord, wln 2001 ’Twas wondrous honorably done, wln 2002 Lussurioso But with some five frowns kept him out, wln 2003 Vindice Out slave. wln 2004 Lussurioso What did me he but in revenge of that, wln 2005 Went of his own free will to make infirm, wln 2006 Your sister’s honor, whom I honor with my soul, wln 2007 For chaste respect, and not prevailing there, wln 2008 (As ’twas but desperate folly to attempt it,) wln 2009 In mere spleen, by the way, waylays your mother, wln 2010 Whose honor being a coward as it seems. img: 29­a sig: G4v wln 2011 Yielded by little force. Vindice Coward indeed. wln 2012 Lussurioso He proud of their advantage, (as he thought) wln 2013 Brought me these news for happy, but I, heaven forgive me for ’t. wln 2014 Vindice What did your honor. wln 2015 Lussurioso In rage pushed him from me. wln 2016 Trampled beneath his throat, spurned him, and bruised: wln 2017 Indeed I was too cruel to say troth. wln 2018 Hippolito Most Nobly managed. wln 2019 Vindice Has not heaven an ear? Is all the lightning wasted? wln 2020 Lussurioso If I now were so impatient in a modest cause, wln 2021 What should you be? wln 2022 Vindice Full mad, he shall not live wln 2023 To see the Moon change. wln 2024 Lussurioso He’s about the Palace, wln 2025 Hippolito entice him this way, that thy brother wln 2026 May take full mark of him. wln 2027 Hippolito Heart? — that shall not need my Lord, wln 2028 I can direct him so far. wln 2029 Lussurioso Yet for my hate’s sake, wln 2030 Go, wind him this way? i’ll see him bleed myself. wln 2031 Hippolito What now brother? wln 2032 Vindice Nay e’en what you will — y’ are put to ’t brother? wln 2033 Hippolito An impossible task, I’ll swear, wln 2034 To bring him hither, that’s already here. Exit Hippolito wln 2035 Lussurioso Thy name, I have forgot it? Vindice Vindice my Lord. wln 2036 Lussurioso ’Tis a good name that. Vindice Ay, a Revenger. wln 2037 Lussurioso It does betoken courage, thou shouldst be valiant, wln 2038 And kill thine enemies. Vindice That’s my hope my Lord. wln 2039 Lussurioso This slave is one. Vindice I’ll doom him. wln 2040 Lussurioso Then i’ll praise thee? wln 2041 Do thou observe me best, and I’ll best raise thee. Enter. Hippolito wln 2042 Vindice Indeed, I thank you. wln 2043 Lussurioso Now Hippolito, where’s the slave Pandar? wln 2044 Hippolito Your good Lordship, wln 2045 Would have a loathsome sight of him, much offensive? wln 2046 He’s not in case now to be seen my Lord, wln 2047 The worst of all the deadly sins is in him: wln 2048 That beggarly damnation, drunkenness. img: 29­b sig: H1r wln 2049 Lussurioso Then he’s a double­slave. wln 2050 Vindice ’Twas well conveyed, upon a sudden wit. wln 2051 Lussurioso What, are you both, wln 2052 Firmly resolved, i’ll see him dead myself. wln 2053 Vindice Or else, let not us live. wln 2054 Lussurioso You may direct your brother to take note of him. wln 2055 Hippolito I shall. wln 2056 Lussurioso Rise but in this, and you shall never fall. wln 2057 Vindice Your honor’s Vassals. wln 2058 Lussurioso This was wisely carried, wln 2059 Deep policy in us, makes fools of such: wln 2060 Then must a slave die, when he knows too much. Exit Lussurioso wln 2061 Vindice O thou almighty patience, ’tis my wonder, wln 2062 That such a fellow, impudent and wicked, wln 2063 Should not be cloven as he stood: wln 2064 Or with a secret wind burst open! wln 2065 Is there no thunder left, or is ’t kept up wln 2066 In stock for heavier vengeance, there it goes! wln 2067 Hippolito Brother we lose ourselves? wln 2068 Vindice But I have found it, wln 2069 ’Twill hold, ’tis sure, thanks, thanks to any spirit, wln 2070 That mingled it ’mongst my inventions. wln 2071 Hippolito What is ’t? wln 2072 Vindice ’Tis sound, and good, thou shalt partake it, wln 2073 I’m hired to kill myself. Hippolito True. wln 2074 Vindice Prithee mark it, wln 2075 And the old Duke being dead, but not conveyed, wln 2076 For he’s already missed too, and you know: wln 2077 Murder will peep out of the closest husk. Hippolito Most true? wln 2078 Vindice What say you then to this device, wln 2079 If we dressed up the body of the Duke. wln 2080 Hippolito In that disguise of yours. wln 2081 Vindice Y’ are quick, y’ have reached it. wln 2082 Hippolito I like it wondrously. wln 2083 Vindice And being in drink, as you have published him, wln 2084 To lean him on his elbow, as if sleep had caught him: wln 2085 Which claims most interest in such sluggy men. wln 2086 Hippolito Good yet, but here’s a doubt, img: 30­a sig: H1v wln 2087 Methought by th’ Duke’s son to kill that pandar, wln 2088 Shall when he is known be thought to kill the Duke. wln 2089 Vindice Neither, O thanks, it is substantial wln 2090 For that disguise being on him, which I wore, wln 2091 It will be thought I, which he calls the Pandar, did kill the Duke, wln 2092 and fled away in his apparel, leaving him so disguised, to avoid wln 2093 swift pursuit. Hippolito Firmer, and firmer. wln 2094 Vindice Nay doubt not ’tis in grain, I warrant it hold color. wln 2095 Hippolito Let’s about it. wln 2096 Vindice But by the way too, now I think on ’t, brother, wln 2097 Let’s conjure that base devil out of our Mother. Exeunt. wln 2098 Enter the Duchess arm in arm with the Bastard: he seemeth lasciviously wln 2099 to her, after them, Enter Supervacuo, running with a rapier, wln 2100 his Brother stops him. wln 2101 Spurio Madam, unlock yourself, should it be seen, wln 2102 Your arm would be suspected. wln 2103 Duchess Who is ’t that dares suspect, or this, or these? wln 2104 May not we deal our favors where we please? wln 2105 Spurio I’m, confident, you may. Exeunt. wln 2106 Ambitioso ’Sfoot brother hold. wln 2107 Supervacuo Wouldst let the Bastard shame us? wln 2108 Ambitioso Hold, hold, brother? there’s fitter time than now. wln 2109 Supervacuo Now when I see it. Ambitioso ’Tis too much seen already. wln 2110 Supervacuo Seen and known, wln 2111 The Nobler she’s, the baser is she grown. wln 2112 Ambitioso If she were bent lasciviously, the fault wln 2113 Of mighty women, that sleep soft, — O death, wln 2114 Must she needs choose such an unequal sinner: wln 2115 To make all worse. wln 2116 Supervacuo A Bastard, the Duke’s Bastard, Shame heaped on shame. wln 2117 Ambitioso O our disgrace. wln 2118 Most women have small waist the world throughout, wln 2119 But their desires are thousand miles about. Exeunt. wln 2120 Supervacuo Come stay not here, let’s after, and prevent, wln 2121 Or else they’ll sin faster than we’ll repent. wln 2122 Enter Vindice and Hippolito, bringing out their Mother wln 2123 one by one shoulder, and the other by the other, with wln 2124 daggers in their hands. img: 30­b sig: H2r wln 2125 Vindice O thou? for whom no name is bad enough. wln 2126 Mother What means my sons what will you murder me? wln 2127 Vindice Wicked, unnatural Parents. wln 2128 Hippolito Fiend of women. wln 2129 Mother Oh! are sons turned monsters? help. wln 2130 Vindice In vain. wln 2131 Mother Are you so barbarous to set Iron nipples wln 2132 Upon the breast that gave you suck. wln 2133 Vindice That breast, wln 2134 Is turned to Quarled poison. wln 2135 Mother Cut not your days for ’t, am not I your mother? wln 2136 Vindice Thou dost usurp that title now by fraud wln 2137 For in that shell of mother breeds a bawd. wln 2138 Mother A bawd? O name far loathsomer than hell. wln 2139 Hippolito It should be so knew’st thou thy Office well. wln 2140 Mother I hate it. wln 2141 Vindice Ah is ’t possible, Thou only, you powers on high, wln 2142 That women should dissemble when they die. wln 2143 Mother Dissemble. wln 2144 Vindice Did not the Duke’s son direct wln 2145 A fellow, of the world’s condition, hither, wln 2146 That did corrupt all that was good in thee: wln 2147 Made thee uncivilly forget thyself, wln 2148 And work our sister to his lust. wln 2149 Mother Who I, wln 2150 That had been monstrous? I defy that man: wln 2151 For any such intent, none lives so pure, wln 2152 But shall be soiled with slander, — good son believe it not. wln 2153 Vindice Oh I’m in doubt, wln 2154 Whether I’m myself, or no, wln 2155 Stay, let me look again upon this face. wln 2156 Who shall be saved when mothers have no grace. wln 2157 Hippolito ’Twould make one half despair. wln 2158 Vindice I was the man, wln 2159 Defy me, now? let’s see, do ’t modestly. wln 2160 Mother O hell unto my soul. wln 2161 Vindice In that disguise, I sent from the Duke’s son, wln 2162 Tried you, and found you base metal, img: 31­a sig: H2v wln 2163 As any villain might have done. wln 2164 Mother O no, no tongue but yours could have bewitched me so. wln 2165 Vindice O nimble in damnation, quick in tune, wln 2166 There is no devil could strike fire so soon: wln 2167 I am confuted in a word. wln 2168 Mother Oh sons, forgive me, to myself i’ll prove more true, wln 2169 You that should honor me, I kneel to you. wln 2170 Vindice A mother to give aim to her own daughter. wln 2171 Hippolito True brother, how far beyond nature ’tis, wln 2172 Though many Mothers do ’t. wln 2173 Vindice Nay and you draw tears once, go you to bed, wln 2174 Wet will make iron blush and change to red: wln 2175 Brother it rains, ’twill spoil your dagger, house it. wln 2176 Hippolito ’Tis done. wln 2177 Vindice I’ faith ’tis a sweet shower, it does much good, wln 2178 The fruitful grounds, and meadows of her soul, wln 2179 Has been long dry: pour down thou blessed dew, wln 2180 Rise Mother, troth this shower has made you higher. wln 2181 Mother O you heavens? take this infectious spot out of my soul, wln 2182 I’ll rinse it in seven waters of mine eyes? wln 2183 Make my tears salt enough to taste of grace, wln 2184 To weep, is to our sex: naturally given: wln 2185 But to weep truly that’s a gift from heaven? wln 2186 Vindice Nay I’ll kiss you now: kiss her brother? wln 2187 Let’s marry her to our souls, wherein’s no lust, wln 2188 And honorably love her. Hippolito Let it be. wln 2189 Vindice For honest women are so seld and rare, wln 2190 ’Tis good to cherish those poor few that are. wln 2191 Oh you of easy wax, do but imagine wln 2192 Now the disease has left you, how leprously wln 2193 That Office would have clinged unto your forehead, wln 2194 All mothers that had any graceful hue, wln 2195 Would have worn masks to hide their face at you: wln 2196 It would have grown to this, at your foul name; wln 2197 Green­colored maids would have turned red with shame? wln 2198 Hippolito And then our sister full of hire, and baseness. wln 2199 Vindice There had been boiling led again, wln 2200 The duke’s sons great Concubine: wln 2201 A drab of State, a cloth­o’­silver slut, img: 31­b sig: H3r wln 2202 To have her train borne up, and her soul trail i’ th’ dirt; great. wln 2203 Hippolito To be miserably great, rich to be eternally wretched. wln 2204 Vindice O common madness: wln 2205 Ask but the thriving’st harlot in cold blood, wln 2206 She’d give the world to make her honor good, wln 2207 Perhaps you’ll say but only to th’ Duke’s son, wln 2208 In private; why, she first begins with one, wln 2209 Who afterward to thousand proves a whore: wln 2210 „Break Ice in one place, it will crack in more. wln 2211 Mother. Most certainly applied? wln 2212 Hippolito Oh Brother, you forget our business. wln 2213 Vindice And well remembered, joy’s a subtle elf, wln 2214 I think man’s happiest, when he forgets himself: wln 2215 Farewell once dried, now holy­watered Mead, wln 2216 Our hearts wear Feathers, that before wore Lead. wln 2217 Mother. I’ll give you this, that one I never knew wln 2218 Plead better, for, and ’gainst the Devil, than you. wln 2219 Vindice You make me proud on ’t. wln 2220 Hippolito Commend us in all virtue to our Sister. wln 2221 Vindice Ay for the love of heaven, to that true maid. wln 2222 Mother. With my best words. wln 2223 Vindice Why that was motherly said. Exeunt. wln 2224 Mother. I wonder now what fury did transport me? wln 2225 I feel good thoughts begin to settle in me. wln 2226 Oh with what forehead can I look on her? wln 2227 Whose honor I’ve so impiously beset, wln 2228 And here she comes, wln 2229 Castiza Now mother, you have wrought with me so strongly, wln 2230 That what for my advancement, as to calm wln 2231 The trouble of your tongue: I am content. wln 2232 Mother. Content, to what? wln 2233 Castiza To do as you have wished me, wln 2234 To prostitute my breast to the Duke’s son: wln 2235 And put myself to common Usury. wln 2236 Mother. I hope you will not so. wln 2237 Castiza Hope you I will not? wln 2238 That’s not the hope you look to be saved in. wln 2239 Mother. Truth but it is. img: 32­a sig: H3v wln 2240 Castiza Do not deceive yourself, wln 2241 I am, as you e’en out of Marble wrought, wln 2242 What would you now, are ye not pleased yet with me, wln 2243 You shall not wish me to be more lascivious wln 2244 Than I intend to be. Mother. Strike not me cold, wln 2245 Castiza How often have you charged me on your blessing wln 2246 To be a cursed woman — when you knew, wln 2247 Your blessing had no force to make me lewd, wln 2248 You laid your curse upon me, that did more, wln 2249 The mother’s curse is heavy, where that fights, wln 2250 Suns set in storm, and daughters lose their lights? wln 2251 Mother Good child, dear maid, if there be any spark wln 2252 Of heavenly intellectual fire within thee, oh let my breath, wln 2253 Revive it to a flame: wln 2254 Put not all out, with woman’s willful follies, wln 2255 I am recovered of that foul disease wln 2256 That haunts too many mothers, kind forgive me, wln 2257 Make me not sick in health? — if then wln 2258 My words prevailed when they were wickedness, wln 2259 How much more now when they are just and good? wln 2260 Castiza I wonder what you mean, are not you she wln 2261 For whose infect persuasions I could scarce wln 2262 Kneel out my prayers, and had much ado wln 2263 In three hours’ reading, to untwist so much wln 2264 Of the black serpent, as you wound about me. wln 2265 Mother ’Tis unfruitful, held tedious to repeat what’s past, wln 2266 I’m now your present Mother. Castiza Push, now ’tis too late, wln 2267 Mother Bethink again, thou know’st not what thou sayst. wln 2268 Castiza No, deny advancement, treasure, the Duke’s son. wln 2269 Mother O see, I spoke those words, and now they poison me: wln 2270 What will the deed do then? wln 2271 Advancement, true: as high as shame can pitch, wln 2272 For Treasure; whoe’er knew a harlot rich? wln 2273 Or could build by the purchase of her sin, wln 2274 An hospital to keep their bastards in: The Duke’s son, wln 2275 Oh when women are young Courtiers, they are sure to be old beggars, wln 2276 To know the miseries most harlots taste, wln 2277 Thou ’dst wish thyself unborn, when thou art unchaste. wln 2278 Castiza O mother let me twine about your neck, img: 32­b sig: H4r wln 2279 And kiss you till my soul melt on your lips, wln 2280 I did but this to try you. Mother O speak truth. wln 2281 Castiza Indeed I did not, for no tongue has force to alter me from honest wln 2282 If maidens would, men’s words could have no power, wln 2283 A virgin honor is a crystal Tower. wln 2284 Which being weak is guarded with good spirits, wln 2285 Until she basely yields no ill inherits. wln 2286 Mother O happy child! faith and thy birth hath saved me, wln 2287 ’Mongst thousand daughters happiest of all others, wln 2288 Buy thou a glass for maids, and I for mothers. Exeunt. wln 2289 Enter Vindice and Hippolito. wln 2290 Vindice So, so, he leans well, take heed you wake him not brother wln 2291 Hippolito I warrant you my life for yours. wln 2292 Vindice That’s a good lay, for I must kill myself? wln 2293 Brother that’s I: that sits for me: do you mark it, wln 2294 And I must stand ready here to make away myself yonder — I wln 2295 must sit to be killed, and stand to kill myself, I could vary it wln 2296 not so little as thrice over again, ’t has some eight returns like wln 2297 Michaelmas Term. Hippolito That’s enow a conscience. wln 2298 Vindice But sirrah does the Duke’s son come single? wln 2299 Hippolito No, there’s the hell on ’t, his faith’s too feeble to go alone? wln 2300 he brings flesh­flies after him, that will buzz against supper wln 2301 time, and hum for his coming out. wln 2302 Vindice Ah the fly­flop of vengeance beat ’em to pieces? here wln 2303 was the sweetest occasion, the fittest hour, to have made my wln 2304 revenge familiar with him, show him the body of the Duke his wln 2305 father, and how quaintly he died like a Politician in hugger­mugger, wln 2306 made no man acquainted with it, and in Catastrophe wln 2307 slain him over his father’s breast, and oh I’m mad to lose such a wln 2308 sweet opportunity. wln 2309 Hippolito Nay push, prithee be content! there’s no remedy present, wln 2310 may not hereafter times open in as fair faces as this. wln 2311 Vindice They may if they can paint so well? wln 2312 Hippolito Come, now to avoid all suspicion, let’s forsake this room, wln 2313 and be going to meet the Duke’s son. wln 2314 Vindice Content, I’m for any weather? heart step close, here he comes? wln 2314 Enter Lussario. wln 2315 Hippolito My honored Lord? Lussurioso Oh me; you both present. wln 2316 Vindice E’en newly my Lord, just as your Lordship entered now? about wln 2317 this place we had notice given he should be, but in some wln 2318 loathsome plight or other. img: 33­a sig: H4v wln 2319 Hippolito Came your honor private? wln 2320 Lussurioso Private enough for this: only a few wln 2321 Attend my coming out. Hippolito Death rot those few. wln 2322 Lussurioso Stay yonder’s the slave. wln 2323 Vindice Mass there’s the slave indeed my Lord; wln 2324 ’Tis a good child, he calls his Father slave. wln 2325 Lussurioso Ay, that’s the villain, the damned villain: softly, wln 2326 Tread easy. wln 2327 Vindice Puh, I warrant you my Lord, we’ll stifle in our breaths. wln 2328 Lussurioso That will do well: wln 2329 Base rogue, thou sleepest thy last, ’tis policy, wln 2330 To have him killed in ’s sleep, for if he waked wln 2331 He would betray all to them. wln 2332 Vindice But my Lord. Lussurioso Ha, what sayst? wln 2333 Vindice Shall we kill him now he’s drunk? Lussurioso Ay best of all. wln 2334 Vindice Why then he will ne’er live to be sober? wln 2335 Lussurioso No matter, let him reel to hell. wln 2336 Vindice But being so full of liquor, I fear he will put out all the fire, wln 2337 Lussurioso Thou art a mad breast. wln 2338 Vindice And leave none to warm your Lordship’s Golls withal; wln 2339 For he that dies drunk, falls into hell fire like a Bucket o’ water, wln 2340 qush qush. wln 2341 Lussurioso Come be ready, nake your swords, think of your wrongs wln 2342 This slave has injured you. wln 2343 Vindice Troth so he has, and he has paid well for ’t. wln 2344 Lussurioso Meet with him now. wln 2345 Vindice You’ll bear us out my Lord? wln 2346 Lussurioso Puh, am I a Lord for nothing think you, quickly, now. wln 2347 Vindice Sa, sa, sa: thump, there he lies. wln 2348 Lussurioso Nimbly done, ha? oh, villains, murderers, wln 2349 ’Tis the old Duke my father. Vindice That’s a jest. wln 2350 Lussurioso What stiff and cold already? wln 2351 O pardon me to call you from your names: wln 2352 ’Tis none of your deed, — that villain Piato wln 2353 Whom you thought now to kill, has murdered him, wln 2354 And left him thus disguised. Hippolito And not unlikely. wln 2355 Vindice O rascal was he not ashamed, wln 2356 To put the Duke into a greasy doublet. img: 33­b sig: I1r wln 2357 Lussurioso He has been cold and stiff who knows, how long? wln 2358 Vindice Marry that do I. wln 2359 Lussurioso No words I pray, of any thing intended: wln 2360 Vindice Oh my Lord. wln 2361 Hippolito I would faine have your Lordship think that we have wln 2362 small reason to prate. wln 2363 Lussurioso Faith thou sayst true? i’ll forthwith send to Court, wln 2364 For all the Nobles, Bastard, Duchess, all? wln 2365 How here by miracle we found him dead, wln 2366 And in his raiment that foul villain fled. wln 2367 Vindice That will be the best way my Lord, to clear us all: let’s wln 2368 cast about to be clear. wln 2369 Lussurioso Ho, Nencio, Sordido, and the rest. Enter all. wln 2370 1. Attendant My Lord. 2. Attendant My Lord. wln 2371 Lussurioso Be witnesses of a strange spectacle: wln 2372 Choosing for private conference that sad room wln 2373 We found the Duke my father ’gealed in blood. wln 2374 1. Attendant My Lord the Duke — run hie thee Nencio, wln 2375 Startle the Court by signifying so much. wln 2376 Vindice Thus much by wit a deep Revenger can: wln 2377 When murders known, to be the clearest man wln 2378 We’re fardest off, and with as bold an eye, wln 2379 Survey his body as the standers by. wln 2380 Lussurioso My royal father, too basely let blood, wln 2381 By a malevolent slave. wln 2382 Hippolito Hark? he calls thee slave again. Vindice H’as lost, he may. wln 2383 Lussurioso Oh sight, look hither, see, his lips are gnawn with poison. wln 2384 Vindice How — his lips by th’ mass they be. wln 2385 Lussurioso O villain — O rogue — O slave — O rascal: wln 2386 Hippolito O good deceit, he quits him with like terms. wln 2387 1. Noble Where. 2. Noble Which way. wln 2388 Ambitioso Over what roof hangs this prodigious Comet, wln 2389 In deadly fire. wln 2390 Lussurioso Behold, behold my Lords the Duke my father’s murdered wln 2391 by a vassal, that owes this habit, and here left disguised. wln 2392 Duchess My Lord and husband. 2. Noble Reverend Majesty. wln 2393 1. Noble I have seen these clothes, often attending on him. wln 2394 Vindice That Nobleman, has been i’ th’ Country, for he does not lie? img: 34­a sig: I1v wln 2395 Supervacuo Learn of our mother let’s dissemble too, wln 2396 I am glad he’s vanished; so I hope are you? wln 2397 Ambitioso Ay you may take my word for ’t. wln 2398 Spurio Old Dad, dead? wln 2399 Ay, one of his cast sins will send the Fates wln 2400 Most hearty commendations by his own son, wln 2401 I’ll tug in the new stream, till strength be done. wln 2402 Lussurioso Where be those two, that did affirm to us? wln 2403 My Lord the Duke was privately rid forth? wln 2404 1. Noble O pardon us my Lords, he gave that charge wln 2405 Upon our lives if he were missed at Court, wln 2406 To answer so; he rode not anywhere, wln 2407 We left him private with that fellow here? Vindice Confirmed. wln 2408 Lussurioso O heavens, that false charge was his death, wln 2409 Impudent Beggars, durst you to our face, wln 2410 Maintain such a false answer? bear him straight to execution. wln 2411 1. Noble My Lord? Lussurioso Urge me no more. wln 2412 In this the excuse, may be called half the murder? wln 2413 Vindice You’ve sentenced well. wln 2414 Lussurioso Away see it be done. wln 2415 Vindice Could you not stick: see what confession doth? wln 2416 Who would not lie when men are hanged for truth? wln 2417 Hippolito Brother how happy is our vengeance. wln 2418 Vindice Why it hits, past the apprehension of indifferent wits. wln 2419 Lussurioso, My Lord let post­horse be sent, wln 2420 Into all places to entrap the villain, wln 2421 Vindice Post­horse ha ha. wln 2422 Noble My Lord, we’re something bold to know our duty? wln 2423 Your father’s accidentally departed, wln 2424 The titles that were due to him, meet you. wln 2425 Lussurioso Meet me? I’m not at leisure my good Lord, wln 2426 I’ve many griefs to dispatch out o’ th’ way: wln 2427 Welcome sweet titles, — talk to me my Lords, wln 2428 Of sepulchers, and mighty Emperor’s bones, wln 2429 That’s thought for me. wln 2430 Vindice So, one may see by this, wln 2431 How foreign markets go: wln 2432 Courtiers have feet o’ th’ nines, and tongues o’ th’ twelves, img: 34­b sig: I2r wln 2433 They flatter Dukes and Dukes flatter themselves. wln 2434 Noble My Lord it is your shine must comfort us. wln 2435 Lussurioso Alas I shine in tears like the Sun in April. wln 2436 Noble You’re now my Lord’s grace? wln 2437 Lussurioso My Lord’s grace? I perceive you’ll have it so. wln 2438 Noble ’Tis but your own. wln 2439 Lussurioso Then heavens give me grace to be so? wln 2440 Vindice He prays well for himself. wln 2441 Noble Madam all sorrows, wln 2442 Must run their circles into joys, no doubt but time, wln 2443 Will make the murderer bring forth himself. wln 2444 Vindice He were an Ass then i’ faith? wln 2445 Noble In the mean season, wln 2446 Let us bethink the latest funeral honors: wln 2447 Due to the Duke’s cold body, — and withal, wln 2448 Calling to memory our new happiness, wln 2449 Spread in his royal son, — Lords Gentlemen, wln 2450 Prepare for Revels. Vindice Revels. wln 2451 Noble Time hath several falls, wln 2452 Griefs lift up joys, feasts put down funerals. wln 2453 Lussurioso Come then my Lords, my favors to you all, wln 2454 The Duchess is suspected, foully bent, wln 2455 I’ll begin Dukedom with her banishment? Exeunt Duke wln 2456 Hippolito Revels. Nobles and Duchess. wln 2457 Vindice Ay, that’s the word, we are firm yet, wln 2458 Strike one strain more, and then we crown our wit. Exeunt Brothers wln 2459 Spurio Well, have the fairest mark, — (so said the Duke when wln 2460 he begot me,) wln 2461 And if I miss his heart or near about, wln 2462 Then have at any, a Bastard scorns to be out. wln 2463 Supervacuo Not’st thou that Spurio brother. wln 2464 Ambitioso Yes I note him to our shame. wln 2465 Supervacuo He shall not live, his hair shall not grow much longer? wln 2466 in this time of Revels tricks may be set afoot, seest thou yon wln 2467 new Moon, it shall outlive the new Duke by much, this hand wln 2468 shall dispossess him, then we’re mighty. wln 2469 A masque is treason’s license, that build upon? wln 2470 ’Tis murder’s best face when a vizard’s on. Exit Supervacuo img: 35­a sig: I2v wln 2471 Ambitioso Is ’t so, ’tis very good, wln 2472 And do you think to be Duke then, kind brother: wln 2473 I’ll see fair play, drop one, and there lies t’ other. Exit Ambitioso wln 2474 Enter Vindice and Hippolito, with Piero and other Lords. wln 2475 Vindice My Lords; be all of Music, strike old griefs into other countries wln 2476 That flow in too much milk, and have faint livers, wln 2477 Not daring to stab home their discontents: wln 2478 Let our hid flames break out, as fire, as lightning, wln 2479 To blast this villainous Dukedom: vexed with sin; wln 2480 Wind up your souls to their full height again. wln 2481 Piero. How? 1. Noble Which way? wln 2482 3. Noble Any way: our wrongs are such, wln 2483 We cannot justly be revenged too much. wln 2484 Vindice You shall have all enough: — Revels are toward, wln 2485 And those few Nobles that have long suppressed you, wln 2486 Are busied to the furnishing of a Mask: wln 2487 And do affect to make a pleasant tale on ’t, wln 2488 The Masking suits are fashioning, now comes in wln 2489 That which must glad us all — we to take pattern wln 2490 Of all those suits, the color, trimming, fashion, wln 2491 E’en to an undistinguished hair almost: wln 2492 Then ent’ring first, observing the true form, wln 2493 Within a strain or two we shall find leisure, wln 2494 To steal our swords out handsomely, wln 2495 And when they think their pleasure sweet and good, wln 2496 In midst of all their joys, they shall sigh blood. wln 2497 Piero Weightily, effectually, 3. Noble before the t’other Maskers come. wln 2498 Vindice We’re gone, all done and past. wln 2499 Piero But how for the Duke’s guard? Vindice Let that alone, wln 2500 By one and one their strengths shall be drunk down, wln 2501 Hippolito There are five hundred Gentlemen in the action, wln 2502 That will apply themselves, and not stand idle. wln 2503 Piero Oh let us hug your bosoms. Vindice Come my Lords, wln 2504 Prepare for deeds, let other times have words. Exeunt. wln 2505 In a dumb show, the possessing of the young Duke. wln 2506 with all his Nobles: Then sounding Music. wln 2507 A furnished Table is brought forth: then enters the Duke wln 2508 and his Nobles to the banquet. A blazing­star appeareth. img: 35­b sig: I3r wln 2509 Noble. Many harmonious hours, and choicest pleasures, wln 2510 Fill up the royal numbers of your years. wln 2511 Lussurioso My Lords we’re pleased to thank you? — though we know, wln 2512 ’Tis but your duty now to wish it so. wln 2513 Noble That shine makes us all happy. wln 2514 3. Noble His Grace frowns? wln 2515 2. Noble Yet we must say he smiles. 1. Noble I think we must. wln 2516 Lussurioso That foul Incontinent Duchess we have banished, wln 2517 The Bastard shall not live: after these Revels wln 2518 I’ll begin strange ones; he and the stepsons, wln 2519 Shall pay their lives for the first subsidies, wln 2520 We must not frown so soon, else ’t ’ad been now? wln 2521 1. Noble My gracious Lord please you prepare for pleasure, wln 2522 The masque is not far off. wln 2523 Lussurioso We are for pleasure, wln 2524 Beshrew thee, what art thou? mad’st me start? wln 2525 Thou hast committed treason, — A blazing star. wln 2526 1, Noble A blazing star, O where my Lord. Lussurioso Spy out. wln 2527 2. Noble See, see, my Lords, a wondrous dreadful one. wln 2528 Lussurioso I am not pleased at that ill­knotted fire, wln 2529 That bushing flaring star, — am not I Duke? wln 2530 It should not quake me now: had it appeared, wln 2531 Before it, I might then have justly feared, wln 2532 But yet they say, whom art and learning Weds: wln 2533 When stars were locks, they threaten great men’s heads, wln 2534 Is it so? you are read my Lords. wln 2535 1. Noble May it please your Grace, wln 2536 It shows great anger. wln 2537 Lussurioso That does not please our Grace. wln 2538 2. Noble Yet here’s the comfort my Lord, many times wln 2539 When it seems most it threatens fardest off. wln 2540 Lussurioso Faith and I think so too. wln 2541 1. Noble Beside my Lord, wln 2542 You’re gracefully established with the loves wln 2543 Of all your subjects: and for natural death, wln 2544 I hope it will be threescore years a­coming. wln 2545 Lussurioso True, no more but threescore years. wln 2546 1. Noble Fourscore I hope my Lord: 2, Noble And five­score, I, wln 2547 3, Noble But ’tis my hope my Lord, you shall ne’er die. img: 36­a sig: I3v wln 2548 Lussurioso Give me thy hand, these others I rebuke, wln 2549 He that hopes so, is fittest for a Duke: wln 2550 Thou shalt sit next me, take your places Lords, wln 2551 We’re ready now for sports, let ’em set on. wln 2552 You thing? we shall forget you quite anon! wln 2553 3. Noble I hear ’em coming my Lord. Enter the Masque of wln 2554 Lussurioso Ah ’tis well, Revengers the two Brothers, and wln 2555 Brothers, and Bastard, you dance next in hell? two Lords more. wln 2556 The Revengers dance? wln 2557 At the end, steal out their swords, and these four kill the four at wln 2558 the Table, in their Chairs. It thunders. wln 2559 Vindice Mark, Thunder? wln 2560 Dost know thy cue, thou big­voiced crier? wln 2561 Duke’s groans, are thunder’s watchwords, wln 2562 Hippolito So my Lords, You have enough. wln 2563 Vindice Come let’s away, no ling’ring. Exeunt. wln 2564 Hippolito Follow, go? wln 2565 Vindice No power is angry when the lustful die, wln 2566 When thunder claps, heaven likes the tragedy. Exit Vindice wln 2567 Lussurioso Oh, oh. wln 2568 Enter the other Masque of intended murderers? Stepsons; Bastard; wln 2569 and a fourth man, coming in dancing, the Duke recovers a wln 2570 little in voice, and groans, — calls a guard, treason. wln 2571 At which they all start out of their measure, and turning towards wln 2572 the Table, they find them all to be murdered. wln 2573 Spurio Whose groan was that? Lussurioso Treason, a guard. wln 2574 Ambitioso How now? all murdered! Supervacuo Murdered! wln 2575 4. Noble And those his Nobles? wln 2576 Ambitioso Here’s a labor saved, wln 2577 I thought to have sped him, ’Sblood how came this. wln 2578 Spurio Then I proclaim myself, now I am Duke. wln 2579 Ambitioso Thou Duke,! brother thou liest. wln 2580 Spurio Slave so dost thou? wln 2581 4. Noble Base villain hast thou slain my Lord and Master. wln 2582 Enter the first men. wln 2583 Vindice Pistols, treason, murder, help, guard my Lord the Duke. wln 2584 Hippolito Lay hold upon this Traitors? Lussurioso Oh. wln 2585 Vindice Alas, the Duke is murdered. Hippolito And the Nobles. img: 36­b sig: I4r wln 2586 Vindice Surgeons, Surgeons, — heart does he breathe so long. wln 2587 Antonio A piteous tragedy, able to make, wln 2588 An old man’s eyes bloodshot; Lussurioso Oh. wln 2589 Vindice Look to my Lord the Duke—a vengeance throttle him. wln 2590 Confess thou murderous and unhollowed man, wln 2591 Didst thou kill all these? wln 2592 4. Noble None but the Bastard I, wln 2593 Vindice How came the Duke slain then; wln 2594 4. Noble We found him so, Lussurioso O villain, wln 2595 Vindice Hark. Lussurioso Those in the masque did murder us, wln 2596 Vindice Law you now sir. wln 2597 O marble impudence! will you confess now? wln 2598 4. Noble ’Slud ’tis all false, wln 2599 Antonio Away with that foul monster, wln 2600 Dipped in a Prince’s blood. wln 2601 4. Noble Heart ’tis a lie, wln 2602 Antonio Let him have bitter execution, wln 2603 Vindice New marrow no I cannot be expressed, wln 2604 How fares my Lord the Duke. wln 2605 Lussurioso Farewell to all, wln 2606 He that climbs highest has the greatest fall, wln 2607 My tongue is out of office. wln 2608 Vindice Air Gentlemen, air, wln 2609 Now thou ’lt not prate on ’t, ’twas Vindice murdered thee, wln 2610 Lussurioso Oh. Vindice Murdered thy Father. wln 2611 Lussurioso Oh. wln 2612 Vindice And I am he tell — tell nobody, so so, the Duke’s departed, wln 2613 Antonio It was a deadly hand that wounded him, wln 2614 The rest, ambitious who should rule and sway, wln 2615 After his death were so made all away, wln 2616 Vindice My Lord was unlikely, Hippolito Now the hope, wln 2617 Of Italy lies in your reverend years? wln 2618 Vindice Your hair, will make the silver age again, wln 2619 When there was fewer but more honest men, wln 2620 Antonio The burden’s weighty and will press age down, wln 2621 May I so rule that heaven may keep the crown, wln 2622 Vindice The rape of your good Lady has been quited, wln 2623 With death on death. Antonio Just is the Law above img: 37­a sig: I4v wln 2624 But of all things it puts me most to wonder wln 2625 How the old Duke came murdered Vindice Oh, my Lord. wln 2626 Antonio It was the strangeliest carried, I not heard of the like, wln 2627 Hippolito ’Twas all done for the best my Lord, wln 2628 Vindice All for your grace’s good? we may be bold to speak it now, wln 2629 ’Twas somewhat witty carried though we say it. wln 2630 ’Twas we two murdered him, Antonio You two? wln 2631 Vindice None else i’ faith my Lord nay ’twas well managed, wln 2632 Antonio Lay hands upon those villains. Vindice How? on us? wln 2633 Antonio Bear ’em to speedy execution, wln 2634 Vindice Heart was’t not for your good my Lord? wln 2635 Antonio My good away with ’em such an old man as he, wln 2636 You that would murder him would murder me, wln 2637 Vindice Is ’t come about; Hippolito ’Sfoot brother you begun, wln 2638 Vindice May not we set as well as the Duke’s son, wln 2639 Thou hast no conscience, are we not revenged? wln 2640 Is there one enemy left alive amongst those? wln 2641 ’Tis time to die, when we are ourselves our foes. wln 2642 When murders shut deeds close, this curse does seal ’em, wln 2643 If none disclose ’em they themselves reveal ’em! wln 2644 This murder might have slept in tongueless brass, wln 2645 But for ourselves, and the world died an ass; wln 2646 Now I remember too, here was Piato. wln 2647 Brought forth a knavish sentence once, no doubt (said he) but time wln 2648 Will make the murderer bring forth himself? wln 2649 ’Tis well he died, he was a witch, wln 2650 And now my Lord, since we are in for ever: wln 2651 This work was ours which else might have been slipped, wln 2652 And if we list we could have Nobles clipped, wln 2653 And go for less than beggars, but we hate wln 2654 To bleed so cowardly we have enough, wln 2655 I’ faith, we’re well, our Mother turned, our Sister true, wln 2656 We die after a nest of Dukes, adieu, Exeunt wln 2657 Antonio How subtly was that murder closed, bear up, wln 2658 Those tragic bodies, ’tis a heavy season: wln 2659 Pray heaven their blood may wash away all treason. Exit wimlng :2 63670­b FINIS. sig: [N/A] Textual Notes

1. 3 (2­b) : The regularized reading Vindice is amended from the original Vendici. 2. 55 (3­a) : The regularized reading her comes from the original her, though possible variants include his. 3. 120 (4­a) : The regularized reading Court is amended from the original Cour. 4. 226 (5­a) : The regularized reading methinks is amended from the original my thinks. 5. 384 (7­b) : The regularized reading Mistresses is amended from the original Mistesses. 6. 651 (11­a) : The regularized reading Should is amended from the original Sould. 7. 1146 (17­b) : The regularized reading Grace is amended from the original Gtace. 8. 1169 (17­b) : The regularized reading will is amended from the original wlll. 9. 1598 (23­b) : The regularized reading Slobbering is amended from the original Flobbering. 10. 1673 (24­b) : The regularized reading Supervacuo is amended from the original Spu.. 11. 1686 (24­b) : The regularized reading our is amended from the original out. 12. 1785 (26­a) : The regularized reading desperate is amended from the original desperare. 13. 1800 (26­a) : The regularized reading come is amended from the original comes. 14. 1952 (28­a) : The letters ets in this word are printed beneath the line, due to slipped type. EMED reinstates the letters to the correct position. 15. 1956 (28­a) : The regularized reading know is amended from the original hnow. 16. 1995 (28­b) : The regularized reading surely is amended from the original furely. 17. 2107 (30­a) : The regularized reading Wouldst is amended from the original Woult. 18. 2318 (32­b) : The regularized reading loathsome is supplied for the original [◇]. 19. 2318 (32­b) : The regularized reading plight is supplied for the original [◇]. 20. 2318 (32­b) : The regularized reading or is supplied for the original [◇]. 21. 2318 (32­b) : The regularized reading other is supplied for the original [◇]. 22. 2318 (32­b) : The regularized reading . is supplied for the original [*]. 23. 2337 (33­a) : The regularized reading breast comes from the original brest, though possible variants include beast. 24. 2464 (34­b) : The regularized reading Ambitioso is amended from the original And.. 25. 2549 (36­a) : The regularized reading fittest is amended from the original sittest. 26. 2587 (36­b) : The regularized reading make is amended from the original wake. 27. 2621 (36­b) : The regularized reading may is amended from the original nay. 28. 2633 (37­a) : The regularized reading to is amended from the original two. 29. 2657 (37­a) : The regularized reading closed is amended from the original elosde.