Reasons, or arguments, you could propose, And stand on oaths! Montr. It is beyond my knowledge In what we are more worthy, than in keeping Malef. Heaven pardon all ! How many thousands, in our heat of wine, Montr. You sav well : And very aptly call to memory Two oaths, against all ties and rights of friendship Broken by you to me. Malef. No more of that. Montr. Yes, 'tis material, and to the purpose: The first (and think upon't) was, when I brought you As a visitant to my mistress then, (the mother To be at the height revenged. Malef. Yet this you seem'd Freely to pardon. Montr. As perhaps I did. Your daughter Theocrine growing ripe, (Her mother too deceased,) and fit for marriage, I was a suitor for her, had your word, Upon your honour, and our friendship made She should be mine: but vows with you being like To be turn'd every way, that very day Malef. Montreville, I do confess all that you charge me with [since, But in your own breast raise a monument Of pity to a wretch, on whom with justice You may express all cruelty. Montr. You much move me. Malef. O that I could but hope it! To revenge An injury, is proper to the wishes Of feeble women, that want strength to act it: To kill her growing appetite? To be sought to this poor way; yet 'tis so far Dispense a little with those serious oaths You made me take: your daughter shall come to I will not say, as you deliver'd her, But, as she is, you may dispose of her [you. Are riddles to me. Here the lion's force May I but quench these fires that rage within me, Enter Soldiers below, thrusting forth THEOCRINE; her garments loose, her hair dishevelled. 2 Sold. You must be packing. 2 Sold. My lord the admiral Attends your ladyship. 1 Sold. Close the port, and leave them. [Exeunt Soldiers. Malef. Ha! who is this? how alter'd! how deform'd! It cannot be and yet this creature has From that she was, as bodies dead are, in Theoc. 'Tis most true, sir; I am dead indeed to all but misery. Malef. Speak, Theocrine, force me not Theoe. Pray you turn away Your face and hear me, and with my last breath Give me leave to accuse you: What offence, From my first infancy, did I commit, That for a punishment you should give up Malef. What hath he done? Theoc. Abused me, sir, by violence; and this told, I cannot live to speak more: may the cause This dog's heart piecemeal. O, that I had wings Foul ravisher! as thou durst do a deed Enter MONTREVILLE on the Walls, above. Malef. Is this an object to raise mirth? Malef. My daughter's dead. Montr. Thou hadst best follow her; Or, if thou art the thing thou art reported, [thee. And in an equal balance poise the nothing, Accuse or argue with me? mine was a rape, Enter Soldiers above. 1 Sold. Captain' Montr. Ha! 2 Sold. Our outworks are surprised, the centinel The corps de guard defeated too. Montr. By whom? [slain, 1 Sold. The sudden storm and darkness of the night Forbids the knowledge; make up speedily, Or all is lost. [Exeunt. Montr. In the devil's name, whence comes this? [Exit. [A storm; with thunder and lightning. Malef. Do, do rage on! rend open, Æolus, Thy orazen prison, and let loose at once Thy stormy issue! Blustering Boreas, I feel within me: for I am possess'd With whirlwinds, and each guilty thought to me is A dreadful hurricano. Though this centre Are your aerial forms deprived of language, The Ghosts use various gestures. And cruelty to you! I do confess it; Can any penance expiate my guilt, The Ghosts disappear. [He is kill'd with a flash of lightning. Enter BELGARDE, with Soldiers. Belg. Here's a night To season my silks! Buff-jerkin, now I miss thee: Is the petard, as I gave directions, fasten'd 1 Sold. It hath been attempted By divers, but in vain. Belg. These are your gallants, That at a feast take the first place, poor I These foolish businesses they are content That I shall have precedence: I much thank Their manners, or their fear. Second me, soldiers; THE DUKE OF MILAN. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, AND MUCH ESTEEMED FOR HER HIGH BIRTH, BUT MORE ADMIRED FOR HER VIRTUE, THE LADY KATHERINE STANHOPE, WIFE TO PHILIP LORD STANHOPE, BARON OF SHELFORD. MADAM,-If I were not most assured that works of this nature have found both patronage and protection amongst the greatest princesses of Italy, and are at this day cherished by persons most eminent in our kingdom, I should not presume to offer these my weak and imperfect labours at the altar of your favour. Let the example of others, more knowing, and more experienced in this kindness (if my boldness offend) plead my pardon, and the rather, since there is no other means left me (my misfortunes having cast me on this course) to publish to the world (if it hold the least good opinion of me) that I am ever your ladyship's creature. Vouchsafe, therefore, with the never-failing clemency of your noble disposition, not to contemn the tender of his duty, who, while he is, will ever be An humble servant to your Ladyship, and yours. PHILIP MASSINGER. SCENE,- -For the FirsT AND SECOND ACTS, IN MILAN; DURING PART OF the Third, IN MILAN, AND ITS NEIGHBOURHOOD. SCENE I.-MILAN. ACT I. An outer Room in the Enter GRACCHO, JULIO, and GIOVANNI, with Flaggons. Grac. Take every man his flaggon: give the oath To all you meet; I am this day the state-drunkard, I am sure against my will; and if you find A man at ten that's sober, he's a traitor, Jul. Very good, sir: But, say he be a sexton ? Grac. If the bells Ring out of tune, as if the street were burning, And he cry, 'Tis rare music! bid him sleep: 'Tis a sign he has ta'en his liquor; and if you meet An officer preaching of sobriety, Unless he read it in Geneva print, Lay him by the heels. Jul. But think you 'tis a fault To be found sober? Grac. It is capital treason: Or, if you mitigate it, let such pay Forty crowns to the poor: but give a pension And bred up in the darkness of no drinking, In the true posture; though he die in the taking And so, dear friends, copartners in my travails, Enter TIBERIO and STEPHANO. Jul. Here are two lords ;-what think you? Shall we give the oath to them? Grac. Fie! no: I know them, You need not swear them; your lord, by his patent, Stands bound to take his rouse. Long live the dutchess! [Exeunt GRAC. JUL. and G10. Steph. The cause of this? but yesterday the But one continued pilgrimage through dangers, Steph. I know no such hazard : His guards are strong and sure, his coffers full; The people well affected; and so wisely His provident care hath wrought, that though war rages In most parts of our western world, there is Tib. Dangers, that we see To threaten ruin, are with ease prevented; That it produceth. But I'll help your knowledge, Steph. 'Tis true: And 'twas a doubtful choice. Tib. But he, well knowing, And hating too, it seems, the Spanish pride, Lent his assistance to the king of France: Which hath so far incensed the emperor, That all his hopes and honours are embark'd Steph. Which stands fair, Tib. But should it change, The duke's undone. They have drawn to the field Two royal armies, full of fiery youth; Steph. But why, then, She's constant to his bed, and well deserves Steph. He in whose power it is, Tib. Come, let us to the court; Steph. I'll bear you company. SCENE II-Another Room in the same. Enter FRANCISCO, ISABELLA, and Mariana, Mari. I will not go; I scorn to be a spot In her proud train. Isab. Shall I, that am his mother, |