SCENA QUARTA.

¶ Enter CASTILIO and FOROBOSCO; two Pages, with torches; LUCIO, bare; PIERO and MARIA, GALEATZO, two Senators, and NUTRICHE.

PIERO to MARIA.

Pie. Sit close unto my breast, heart of my love, Advance thy drooping eyes.

Thy sonne is drownde.

Vulgar mund

Rich happinesse that such a sonne is drownde.
Thy husband's deade, life of my joyes most blest!
In that the saplesse logge, that prest thy bed
With an unpleasing waight, being lifted hence,"
Even I, Piero, live to warme his place. Į
I tell you, ladie, had you view'd us both
With an unpartiall eye, when first we woo'd
Your maiden beauties, I had borne the prize,
Tis firme I had; for, faire, I ha done that-
Mar. Murder! Really!

Pie. Which he would quake to have adventur'd;
Thou know'st I have

Pie. Borne out the shock of war, and done, what not,

That valour durst. Dost love me, fairest? Say.

Mar. As I doe hate my son, I love thy soule.

Pie. Why then Io to Hymen, mount a loftie note
Ful red cheekt Bacchus, let Lyeus flote
Class

In burnisht gobblets. Force the plump lipt god,
Skip light lavoltaes in your full sapt vaines.

Tis well brim full.

Let quaffe carouse.

Even I have glut of blood.
I drinke this Burdeaux wine

Unto the health of deade Andrugio,
Feliche, Strotzo, and Antonios ghosts.
Would I had some poyson to infuse it with;
That having done this honour to the dead,

I might send one to give them notice ont.
I would indeere my favour to the full.

Boy, sing alowd; make heavens vault to ring

With thy breaths strength. I drink. Now lowdly sing.

CANTAT.

The song ended, the cornets sound a cynet.

SCENA QUINTA.

Enter ANTONIO, PANDULPHO, and ALBERTO, in
maskery; BALURDO, and a Torchbearer.

Pie. Call Julio hither. Where's the little sowle?
I sawe him not to-day. Here's sport alone
For him, ifaith; for babes and fooles, I know,
Relish not substance, but applaud the showe.

[To the conspirators, as they stand in ranke for the measure. Gal. All blessed fortune crown your brave attempt.

I have a troope to second your attempt.
The Venice States joyne hearts unto your

Pie. By the delights in contemplation

Of comming joyes, 'tis magnificent.

[To Antonio.

[To Pandulpho. hands.

[To Alberto.

You grace my mariage eve with sumptuous pompe. Sound still, lowde musick. O, your breath gives grace To curious feete, that in proud measure pase.

Ant. Mother, is Julios bodie

Mar. Speake not, doubt not; all is above all hope.
Ant. Then wil I daunce and whirle about the ayre.
Methinks I am all sowle, all heart, all spirit.
Now murder shall receive his ample merite.

¶ The measure.

¶ While the measure is dauncing, ANDRUGIO's ghost is placed betwixt the musick houses.

Pie. Bring hither suckets, canded delicates. Weele taste some sweete meats, gallants, ere we sleep. Ant. Weele cooke your sweete meats, gallants, with

tart sower sawce.

And. Here will I sit, spectator of revenge,

And glad my ghost in anguish of

my

foe.

[The maskers whisper with Piero.

Pie. Marry and shall; ifaith I were too rude,

If I gainesaide so civill fashion.

The maskers pray you to forbeare the roome
Till they have banqueted. Let it be so:
No man presume to visite them, on death.

[The maskers whisper againe.

Onely my selfe? O, why with all my heart;
Ile fill your consort. Here Piero sits;
Come on, unmaske, lets fall to.

[The conspirators binde Piero, pluck out his tongue,
and tryumph over him.

Ant. Murder and torture! no prayers, no entreats! Pan. Weele spoyle your oratory. Out with his tong. Ant. I have 't, Pandulpho; the vaines panting bleede, Trickling fresh goare about my fist. Bind fast-so, so!

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And. Blest be thy hand! I taste the joyes of heaven, Viewing my sonne tryumph in his blacke bloode.

Bal. Downe to the dungeon with him; Ile dungeon with him! Ile foole you; Sir Gefferey will be Sir Geffrey. Ile tickle you.

Ant. Beholde, black dogge!

Pan. Grinst thou, thou snurling curre?

Alb. Eate thy black liver.

Ant. To thine anguish see

A foole tryumphant in thy misery.
Vex him, Balurdo.

Pan. He weepes; now do I glorifie my hands;
I had no vengeance, if I had no teares.

Ant. Fal to, good Duke. O these are worthlesse cates,
You have no stomack to them; looke, looke here:
Here lies a dish to feast thy fathers gorge.

Here's flesh and blood, which I am sure thou lov'st.

[Piero seemes to condole his sonne.

Pan. Was he thy flesh, thy son, thy dearest sonne ?
Ant. So was Andrugio my dearest father.
Pan. So was Feliche my dearest sonne.

¶ Enter MARIA.

Mar. So was Andrugio my dearest husband.
Ant. My father found no pittie in thy blood.

Pan. Remorse was banisht, when thou slew'st my son.
Mar. When thou impoysoned'st my loving lord,
Exilde was pietie.

Ant. Now therefore pittie, piety, remorse,
Be aliens to our thoughts; grim fier-ey'd rage
Possess us wholly.

Repetition

Pan. Thy son? true; and which is my most joy, I hope no bastard, but thy very blood,

Thy true begotten, most legitimate

And loved issue-there's the comfort ont.

Ant. Scum of the mud of hell!

Alb. Slime of all filth!.

Mar. Thou most detested toad!

Bal. Thou most retort and obtuse rascall!

Ant. Thus charge we death at thee; remember hel,
And let the howling murmurs of black spirits,

The horrid torments of the damned ghosts,
Affright thy sowle as it descendeth downe
Into the intrals of the ugly deepe.

Pan. Sa, sa; no, let him die, and die, and stil be dying. [They offer to runne all at Piero, and on a sodain stop. And yet not die till he hath di'd and di'd Ten thousand deathes in agonie of heart.

Ant. Now pel mell; thus the hand of Heaven chokes The throate of murder. This for my fathers blood.

Pan. This for

my sonne.

Alb. This for them all.

[He stabs Piero.

And this, and this, sinke to the heart of hell!

[They run all at Piero with their rapiers. Pan. Murder for murder, blood for blood, doth yell! And. Tis done, and now my sowle shal sleep in rest. Sons that revenge their fathers blood are blest.

[The curtaines being drawne, exit Andrugio.