Act II
[SCENE I.][4369]
General COLUMBO, HERNANDO, two Colonels, ALPHONSO, two Captains, and other Officers, as at a Council of War.
Colum. I see no face in all this council that Hath one pale fear upon ’t, though we arriv’d not So timely to secure the town, which gives Our enemy such triumph.
1 Col. ’T was betray’d.
Alph. The wealth of that one city 5 Will make the enemy glorious.[4370]
1 Col. They dare Not plunder it.
Alph. They give fair quarter yet: They only seal up men’s estates, and keep Possession for the city’s use: they take up No wares without security; and he, 10 Whose single credit will not pass, puts in Two lean comrades, upon whose bonds ’t is not Religion to deny ’em.
Colum. To repair this With honour, gentlemen?
Her. My opinion is To expect awhile.
Colum. Your reason?
Her. Till their own 15 Surfeit betray ’em; for their soldier[s,] Bred up with coarse and common bread, will show Such appetites on the rich cates they find. They ’ll spare our swords a victory, when their own Riot and luxury destroys ’em.
Col. That 20 Will show our patience too like a fear. With favour of his excellence, I think The spoil of cities takes not off the courage, But doubles it on soldiers; besides, While we have tameness to expect, the noise 25 Of their success and plenty will increase Their army.
Her. ’T is considerable; we do not Exceed in foot or horse, our muster not ’Bove sixteen thousand both; and the infantry Raw, and not disciplin’d to act.
Alph. Their hearts, 30 But with a brave thought of their country’s honour, Will teach ’em how to fight, had they not seen A sword. But we decline[4371] our own too much; The men are forward in their arms, and take The use[4372] with avarice of fame. They rise, and talk privately.
Colum. —Colonel, 35 I do suspect you are a coward.
Her. Sir!
Colum. Or else a traitor; take your choice. No more. I call’d you to a council, sir, of war; Yet keep your place.
Her. I have worn other names.
Colum. Deserve ’em. Such 40 Another were enough to unsoul an army. Ignobly talk of patience, till they drink And reel to death! We came to fight, and force ’em To mend their pace: thou hast no honour in thee, Not enough noble blood to make a blush 45 For thy tame eloquence.
Her. My lord, I know My duty to a general: yet there are Some that have known me here. Sir, I desire To quit my regiment.
Colum. You shall have license.— Ink and paper! 50
[Enter Attendant with ink and paper, and exit.]
1 Col. The general ’s displeas’d.
2 Col. How is ’t, Hernando?
Her. The general has found out employment for me; He is writing letters back.
Alph. and Capt. To his mistress?
Her. Pray do not trouble me; yet, prithee, speak, And flatter not thy friend. Dost think I dare 55 Not draw my sword, and use it, when a cause, With honour, calls to action?
Alph. and Col. With the most valiant man alive.
Her. You ’ll do me some displeasure in your loves: Pray to your places. 60
Colum. So; bear those letters to the king; They speak my resolution, before Another sun decline, to charge the enemy.
Her. [Aside.] A pretty court way Of dismissing an officer.—I obey; success 65 Attend your counsels! Exit.
Colum. If here be any dare not look on danger, And meet it like a man, with scorn of death, I beg his absence; and a coward’s fear Consume him to a ghost!
1 Col. None such [are] here. 70
Colum. Or, if in all your regiments you find One man that does not ask to bleed with honour, Give him a double pay to leave the army; There ’s service to be done will call the spirits And aid of men.
1 Col. You give us all new flame, 75
Colum. I am confirm’d, and you must lose no time; The soldier that was took last night, to me Discover’d their whole strength, and that we have A party in the town. The river, that Opens the city to the west, [’s] unguarded;— 80 We must this night use art and resolution We cannot fall ingloriously.
1 Capt. That voice Is every man’s.
Enter Soldier and Secretary [ANTONIO] with a letter.
Colum. What now?
Sold. Letters. 85
Colum. Whence?
Sold. From the duchess.
Colum. They are welcome.— [Takes the letter.] Meet at my tent again this evening; Yet stay, some wine.—The duchess’ health! [Drinks.] 90 See it go round. [Opens the letter.]
Ant. It wo’ not please his excellence.
1 Col. The duchess’ health! [Drinks.]
2 Capt. To me! more wine.
Ant. The clouds are gathering, and his eyes shoot fire; 95 Observe what thunder follows.
2 Capt. The general has but ill news. I suspect The duchess sick, or else the king.
1 Capt. May be The Cardinal.
2 Capt. His soul has long been look’d for.
Colum. She dares not be so insolent. It is 100 The duchess’ hand. How am I shrunk in fame To be thus play’d withal! She writes, and counsels, Under my hand, to send her back a free Resign of all my interest to her person, Promise, or love; that there ’s no other way, With safety of my honour, to revisit her. 106 The woman is possest with some bold devil, And wants an exorcism; or, I am grown A cheap, dull, phlegmatic fool, a post that ’s carv’d I’ th’ common street, and holding out my forehead 110 To every scurril wit to pin disgrace And libels on ’t.—Did you bring this to me, sir? My thanks shall warm your heart. Draws a pistol.
Ant. Hold, hold! my lord! I know not what provokes this tempest, but Her grace ne’er show’d more freedom from a storm 115 When I receiv’d this paper. If you have A will to do an execution, Your looks, without that engine, sir, may serve.— I did not like the employment.
Colum. Ha! had she No symptom, in her eye or face, of anger, 120 When she gave this in charge?
Ant. Serene, as I Have seen the morning rise upon the spring; No trouble in her breath, but such a wind As came to kiss, and fan the smiling flowers.
Colum. No poetry.
Ant. By all the truth in prose, 125 By honesty, and your own honour, sir, I never saw her look more calm and gentle.
Colum. I am too passionate; you must forgive me. I have found it out; the duchess loves me dearly; She exprest a trouble in her when I took 130 My leave, and chid me with a sullen eye: ’T is a device to hasten my return; Love has a thousand arts. I ’ll answer it Beyond her expectation, and put Her soul to a noble test.—Your patience, gentlemen; 135 The king’s health will deserve a sacrifice Of wine. [Retires to the table and writes.]
Ant. [Aside.] I am glad to see this change, and thank my wit For my redemption.
1 Col. Sir, the soldier’s curse On him loves not our master!
2 Col. And they curse 140 Loud enough to be heard.
2 Capt. Their curse has the nature of gunpowder.
Ant. They do not pray with half the noise.
1 Col. Our general is not well mixt; He has too great a portion of fire. 145
2 Col. His mistress cool him, (her complexion Carries some phlegm,) when they two meet in bed!
2 Capt. A third may follow.
1 Capt. ’T is much pity 149 The young duke liv’d not to take the virgin off.
1 Col. ’T was the king’s act, to match two rabbit-suckers.[4373]
2 Col. A common trick of state; The little great man marries, travels then Till both grow up, and dies when he should do The feat; these things are still unlucky 155 On the male side.
Colum. This to the duchess’ fair hand. [Gives ANTONIO a letter.]
Ant. She will think Time hath no wing, till I return. [Exit.]
Colum. Gentlemen, Now each man to his quarter, and encourage The soldier. I shall take a pride to know 160 Your diligence, when I visit all your Several commands.
All. We shall expect.
2 Col. And move By your directions.
Colum. Y’ are all noble. Exeunt.
[SCENE II.][4374]
Enter CARDINAL, DUCHESS, and PLACENTIA.
Car. I shall perform a visit daily, madam, In th’ absence of my nephew, and be happy If you accept my care.
Duch. You have honour’d me; And if your entertainment have not been Worthy your grace’s person, ’t is because 5 Nothing can reach it in my power; but where There is no want of zeal, other defect Is only a fault to exercise your mercy.
Car. You are bounteous in all. I take my leave, My fair niece, shortly, when Columbo has 10 Purchas’d more honours to prefer his name And value to your noble thoughts; meantime, Be confident you have a friend, whose office And favour with the king shall be effectual To serve your grace.
Duch. Your own good deeds reward you, 15 Till mine rise equal to deserve their benefit.— Exit CARDINAL. Leave me awhile.— Exit PLACENTIA. Do not I walk upon the teeth of serpents, And, as I had a charm against their poison, Play with their stings? The Cardinal is subtle, Whom ’t is not wisdom to incense, till I 21 Hear to what destiny Columbo leaves me. May be the greatness of his soul will scorn To own what comes with murmur;—if he can Interpret me so happily.—Art come? 25
Enter Secretary [ANTONIO] with a letter.
Ant. His excellence salutes your grace.
Duch. Thou hast A melancholy brow. How did he take my letter?
Ant. As he would take a blow; with so much sense Of anger, his whole soul boil’d in his face; And such prodigious flame in both his eyes, 30 As they ’d been th’ only seat of fire, and at Each look a salamander leaping forth, Not able to endure the furnace.
Duch. Ha! thou dost Describe him with some horror.
Ant. Soon as he Had read again, and understood your meaning, 35 His rage had shot me with a pistol, had not I us’d some soft and penitential language, To charm the bullet.
Duch. Wait at some more distance.— My soul doth bathe itself in a cold dew; Imagine I am opening of a tomb; [Opens the letter.] 40 Thus I throw off the marble, to discover What antic posture death presents in this Pale monument to fright me.—Ha! Reads. My heart, that call’d my blood and spirits to Defend it from the invasion of my fears, 45 Must keep a guard about it still, lest this Strange and too mighty joy crush it to nothing.— Antonio.
Ant. Madam.
Duch. Bid my steward give thee Two thousand ducats. Art sure I am awake?
Ant. I shall be able to resolve you, madam, 50 When he has paid the money.
Duch. Columbo now is noble. Exit.
Ant. This is better Than I expected,—if my lady be Not mad, and live to justify her bounty. Exit.
[SCENE III.][4375]
Enter KING, ALVAREZ, HERNANDO, and Lords.
King. The war is left to him; but we must have You reconcil’d, if that be all your difference. His rage flows like a torrent, when he meets With opposition; leave to wrastle with him, And his hot blood retreats into a calm, 5 And then he chides his passion. You shall back With letters from us.
Her. Your commands are not To be disputed.
King. Alvarez. [Takes him aside.]
1 Lord. Lose not Yourself by cool submission; he will find His error, and the want of such a soldier. 10
2 Lord. Have you seen the Cardinal?
Her. Not yet.
1 Lord. He wants no plot—
Her. The king I must obey; But let the purple gownman place his engines I’ th’ dark, that wound[4376] me.
2 Lord. Be assur’d Of what we can to friend you; and the king 15 Cannot forget your service.
Her. I am sorry For that poor gentleman.
Alv. I must confess, sir, The duchess has been pleas’d to think me worthy Her favours, and in that degree of honour That has oblig’d my life to make the best 20 Return of service, which is not, with bold Affiance in her love, to interpose Against her happiness, and your election. I love so much her honour, I have quitted 24 All my desires; yet would not shrink to bleed Out my warm stock of life, so the last drop Might benefit her wishes.
King. I shall find A compensation for this act, Alvarez; It hath much pleased us.
Enter DUCHESS with a letter; Gentleman-Usher.
Duch. Sir, you are the king, And in that sacred title it were sin 30 To doubt a justice: all that does concern My essence in this world, and a great part Of the other’s bliss, lives in your breath.
King. What intends the duchess?
Duch. That will instruct you, sir. [Gives the letter.]—Columbo has, 35 Upon some better choice, or discontent, Set my poor soul at freedom.
King. ’T is his character. Reads. “Madam, I easily discharge all my pretensions to your love and person; I leave you to your own choice; and in what you have obliged yourself to me, resume a power to cancel, if you please. 41 Columbo.” This is strange!
Duch. Now do an act to make Your chronicle belov’d and read for ever.
King. Express yourself.
Duch. Since by divine infusion,— 45 For ’t is no art could force the general to This change, second this justice, and bestow The heart you would have given from me, by Your strict commands to love Columbo, where ’T was meant by Heaven; and let your breath return 50 Whom you divorc’d, Alvarez, mine.
Lords. This is But justice, sir.
King. It was decreed above; And since Columbo has releas’d his interest, Which we had wrought him, not without some force Upon your will, I give you your own wishes: 55 Receive your own Alvarez. When you please To celebrate your nuptial, I invite Myself your guest.
Duch. Eternal blessings crown you!
All. And every joy your marriage! Exit KING, who meets the CARDINAL; they converse.
Alv. I know not whether I shall wonder most, 60 Or joy to meet this happiness.
Duch. Now the king Hath planted us, methinks we grow already, And twist our loving souls, above the wrath Of thunder to divide us.
Alv. Ha! the Cardinal Has met the king! I do not like this conference; 65 He looks with anger this way. I expect A tempest.
Duch. Take no notice of his presence; Leave me to meet, and answer it. If the king Be firm in ’s royal word, I fear no lightning. Expect me in the garden.
Alv. I obey; 70 But fear a shipwrack on the coast. Exit.
Car. Madam.
Duch. My lord.
Car. The king speaks of a letter that has brought A riddle in ’t.
Duch. ’T is easy to interpret. 74
Car. From my nephew? May I deserve the favour? [DUCHESS gives him the letter.]
Duch. [Aside.] He looks as though his eyes would fire the paper. They are a pair of burning glasses, and His envious blood doth give ’em flame.
Car. [Aside.] What lethargy could thus unspirit him? I am all wonder.—Do not believe, madam, 80 But that Columbo’s love is yet more sacred To honour and yourself, than thus to forfeit What I have heard him call the glorious wreath To all his merits, given him by the king, From whom he took you with more pride than ever 85 He came from victory: his kisses hang Yet panting on your lips; and he but now Exchang’d religious farewell to return, But with more triumph, to be yours.
Duch. My lord, You do believe your nephew’s hand was not 90 Surpris’d or strain’d to this?
Car. Strange arts and windings in the world! most dark And subtle progresses! Who brought this letter?
Duch. I enquir’d not his name; I thought it not Considerable[4377] to take such narrow knowledge.
Car. Desert and honour urg’d it here, nor can 96 I blame you to be angry; yet his person Oblig’d you should have given a nobler pause, Before you made your faith and change so violent, From his known worth, into the arms of one, However fashioned to your amorous wish, 101 Not equal to his cheapest fame, with all The gloss of love and merit.
Duch. This comparison, My good lord Cardinal, I cannot think Flows from an even justice; it betrays 105 You partial where your blood runs.
Car. I fear, madam, Your own takes too much license, and will soon Fall to the censure of unruly tongues. Because Alvarez has a softer cheek, Can, like a woman, trim his wanton hair, 110 Spend half a day with looking in the glass To find a posture to present himself, And bring more effeminacy than man, Or honour, to your bed, must he supplant him? Take heed, the common murmur, when it catches 115 The scent of a lost fame—
Duch. My fame, lord Cardinal? It stands upon an innocence as clear As the devotions you pay to Heaven. I shall not urge, my lord, your soft indulgence At my next shrift.
Car. You are a fine court lady! 120
Duch. And you should be a reverend churchman.
Car. One That, if you have not thrown off modesty, Would counsel you to leave Alvarez.
Duch. ’Cause You dare do worse than marriage, must not I Be admitted what the church and law allows me? 125
Car. Insolent! Then you dare marry him?
Duch. Dare! Let your contracted flame and malice, with Columbo’s rage, higher than that, meet us When we approach the holy place, clasp’d hand In hand we ’ll break through all your force, and fix 130 Our sacred vows together there.
Car. I knew When, with as chaste a brow, you promis’d fair To another. You are no dissembling lady!
Duch. Would all your actions had no falser lights About ’em! 135
Car. Ha!
Duch. The people would not talk, and curse so loud.
Car. I ’ll have you chid into a blush for this.
Duch. Begin at home, great man, there ’s cause enough: You turn the wrong end of the perspective[4378] 140 Upon your crimes, to drive them to a far And lesser sight; but let your eyes look right, What giants would your pride and surfeit seem! How gross your avarice, eating up whole families! How vast are your corruptions and abuse 145 Of the king’s ear! at which you hang a pendant, Not to adorn, but ulcerate, while the honest Nobility, like pictures in the arras, Serve only for court ornament. If they speak, ’T is when you set their tongues, which you wind up 150 Like clocks, to strike at the just hour you please. Leave, leave, my lord, these usurpations, And be what you were meant, a man to cure, Not let in, agues to religion: Look on the church’s wounds.
Car. You dare presume, 155 In your rude spleen to me, to abuse the church?
Duch. Alas, you give false aim, my lord; ’t is your Ambition and scarlet sins, that rob Her altar of the glory, and leave wounds Upon her brow; which fetches grief and paleness 160 Into her cheeks, making her troubled bosom Pant with her groans, and shroud her holy blushes Within your reverend purples.
Car. Will you now take breath?
Duch. In hope, my lord, you will behold yourself In a true glass, and see those injust acts 165 That so deform you, and by timely cure Prevent a shame, before the short-haired men[4379] Do crowd and call for justice; I take leave. Exit.
Car. This woman has a spirit, that may rise To tame the devil’s: there ’s no dealing with Her angry tongue; ’t is action and revenge 171 Must calm her fury. Were Columbo here, I could resolve; but letters shall be sent To th’ army, which may wake him into sense Of his rash folly, or direct his spirit 175 Some way to snatch his honour from this flame. All great men know the soul of life is fame. Exit.
Act III
[SCENE I.][4380]
Enter VALERIA and CELINDA.
Val. I did not think, Celinda, when I prais’d Alvarez, to the duchess, that things thus Would come about. What does your ladyship Think of Columbo now? It staggers all The court, he should forsake his mistress; I 5 Am lost with wonder yet.
Cel. ’T is very strange, Without a spell; but there ’s a fate in love;— I like him ne’er the worse.
Enter two Lords.
1 Lord. Nothing but marriages and triumph now!
Val. What new access of joy makes you, my lord, 10 So pleasant?
1 Lord. There ’s a packet come to court Makes the king merry: we are all concern’d in ’t. Columbo hath given the enemy a great And glorious defeat, and is already Preparing to march home. 15
Cel. He thriv’d the better for my prayers.
2 Lord. You have been His great admirer, madam.
1 Lord. The king longs To see him.
Val. This news exalts the Cardinal.
Enter Cardinal.
1 Lord. He ’s here! He appears with discontent; the marriage 20 With Count d’Alvarez hath a bitter taste, And not worn off his palate: but let us leave him.
Cel. and Val. We ’ll to the duchess. Exeunt.
Car. He has not won so much upon the Arragon As he has lost at home; and his neglect 25 Of what my studies had contriv’d to add More lustre to our family by the access Of the great duchess’ fortune, cools his triumph, And makes me wild.
Enter HERNANDO.
Her. My good lord Cardinal!
Car. You made complaint to th’ king about your general? 30
Her. Not a complaint, my lord: I did but satisfy Some questions o’ the king’s.
Car. You see he thrives Without your personal valour or advice, Most grave and learned in the wars.
Her. My lord, I envy not his fortune.
Car. ’T is above 35 Your malice, and your noise not worth his anger; ’T is barking ’gainst the moon.
Her. More temper would Become that habit.
Car. The military thing would show some spleen. I ’ll blow an army of such wasps about 40 The world.—Go look your sting you left i’ th’ camp, sir.
Enter King and Lords.
Her. The king!—This may be one day counted for. Exit.
King. All things conspire, my lord, to make you fortunate. Your nephew’s glory—
Car. ’T was your cause and justice Made him victorious: had he been so valiant 45 At home, he had had another conquest to Invite, and bid her welcome to new wars.
King. You must be reconcil’d to providence, My lord. I heard you had a controversy with 50 The duchess; I will have you friends.
Car. I am not angry.
King. For my sake, then, You shall be pleas’d, and with me grace the marriage. A churchman must show charity, and shine With first example: she ’s a woman. 55
Car. You shall prescribe in all things, sir. You cannot Accuse my love, if I still wish my nephew Had been so happy, to be constant to Your own, and my election; yet my brain Cannot reach how this comes about; I know 60 My nephew lov’d her with a near affection.
Re-enter HERNANDO.
King. He ’ll give you fair account at his return.— Colonel, your letters may be spar’d; the general Has finish’d, and is coming home. Exit.
Her. I am glad on ’t, sir.—My good lord Cardinal, 65 ’T is not impossible but some man provok’d May have a precious mind to cut your throat.
Car. You shall command me, noble Colonel; I know you wo’ not fail to be at the wedding.
Her. ’T is not Columbo that is married, sir.
Car. Go teach the postures of the pike and musket; 71 Then drill your myrmidons into a ditch, Where starve, and stink in pickle.—You shall find Me reasonable; you see the king expects me. [Exit.]
Her. So does the devil.— 75 Some desperate hand may help you on your journey. Exit.
[SCENE II.][4381]
Enter Secretary [ANTONIO] and Servants, [with masques, dresses, etc.]
Ant. Here, this; ay, this will fit your part: you shall wear the slashes, because you are a soldier. Here ’s for the blue mute.[4382]
1 Serv. This doublet will never fit me; pox on ’t! Are these breeches good enough for a (5) prince too? Pedro plays but a lord, and he has two laces more in a seam.
Ant. You must consider Pedro is a foolish lord; he may wear what lace he please.
2 Serv. Does my beard fit my clothes well, (10) gentlemen?
Ant. Pox o’ your beard!
3 Serv. That will fright away the hair.
1 Serv. This fellow plays but a mute, and he is so troublesome, and talks. 15
3 Serv. Master Secretary might have let Jaques play the soldier; he has a black patch already.
2 Serv. By your favour, Master Secretary, I was ask’d who writ this play for us? 20
Ant. For us? Why, art thou any more than a blue mute?
2 Serv. And, by my troth, I said, I thought it was all your own.
Ant. Away, you coxcomb! 25
4 Serv. Dost think he has no more wit than to write a comedy? My lady’s chaplain made the play, though he is content, for the honour and trouble of the business, to be seen in ’t.
5 Serv. Did anybody see my head, gentlemen? (30) ’T was here but now.—I shall have never a head to play my part in.
Ant. Is thy head gone? ’T was well thy part was not in ’t. Look, look about; has not Jaques it? 35
4 Serv. I his head? ’T wo’ not come on upon my shoulders.
Ant. Make haste, gentlemen; I ’ll see whether the king has supp’d. Look every man to his wardrobe and his part. Exit. 40
2 Serv. Is he gone? In my mind, a masque had been fitter for a marriage.
4 Serv. Why, mute? There was no time for ’t, and the scenes are troublesome.
2 Serv. Half a score deal tack’d together (45) in the clouds, what ’s that? A throne, to come down and dance; all the properties have been paid forty times over, and are in the court stock:—but the secretary must have a play, to show his wit. 50
4 Serv. Did not I tell thee ’t was the chaplain’s? Hold your tongue, mute.
1 Serv. Under the rose, and would this cloth of silver doublet might never come off again, if there be any more plot than you see in the (55) back of my hand.
2 Serv. You talk of a plot! I ’ll not give this for the best poet’s plot in the world, an if it be not well carried.
4 Serv. Well said, mute. 60
3 Serv. Ha, ha! Pedro, since he put on his doublet, has repeated but three lines, and he has broke five buttons.
2 Serv. I know not; but by this false beard, and here ’s hair enough to hang a reasonable (65) honest man. I do not remember, to say, a strong line indeed in the whole comedy, but when the chambermaid kisses the captain.
3 Serv. Excellent, mute!
5 Serv. They have almost supp’d, and I (70) cannot find my head yet.
4 Serv. Play in thine own.
5 Serv. Thank you for that! so I may have it made a property. If I have not a head found me, let Master Secretary play my part himself 75 without it.
Re-enter Secretary [ANTONIO].
Ant. Are you all ready, my masters? The king is coming through the gallery. Are the women drest?
1 Serv. Rogero wants a head. 80
Ant. Here, with a pox to you! take mine. You a player! you a puppy-dog. Is the music ready?
Enter Gentleman-Usher.
Gent. Gentlemen, it is my lady’s pleasure that you expect till she call for you. There are (85) a company of cavaliers in gallant equipage, newly alighted, have offer’d to present their Revels in honour of this Hymen; and ’t is her grace’s command, that you be silent till their entertainment be over. 90
1 Serv. Gentlemen?
2 Serv. Affronted?
5 Serv. Master Secretary, there ’s your head again; a man ’s a man. Have I broken my sleep to study fifteen lines for an ambassador, 95 and after that a constable, and is it come to this?
Ant. Patience, gentlemen, be not so hot; ’t is but deferr’d, and the play may do well enough cold. 100
4 Serv. If it be not presented, the chaplain will have the greatest loss; he loses his wits. (Hautbois.)
Ant. This music speaks the king upon entrance. Retire, retire, and grumble not. Exeunt [all but ANTONIO].
Enter KING, CARDINAL, ALVAREZ, DUCHESS, CELINDA, VALERIA, PLACENTIA, LORDS, and HERNANDO. They being set, enter COLUMBO and five more, in rich habits, vizarded; between every two a Torch-bearer. They dance, and afterwards beckon to ALVAREZ, as if desirous to speak with him.
Alv. With me! (They embrace and whisper.) 105
King. Do you know the masquers, madam?
Duch. Not I, sir.
Car. There ’s one,—but that my nephew is abroad, And has more soul than thus to jig upon Their hymeneal night, I should suspect 110 ’T were he. (The Masquers lead in ALVAREZ.)
Duch. Where ’s my Lord Alvarez? (Recorders.[4383])
King. Call in the bridegroom.
Re-enter COLUMBO. Four Masquers bring in ALVAREZ dead, in one of their habits, and having laid him down, exeunt.
Duch. What mystery is this?
Car. We want the bridegroom still. 115
King. Where is Alvarez? COLUMBO points to the body; they unvizard it, and find ALVAREZ bleeding.
Duch. Oh, ’t is my lord! He ’s murder’d!
King. Who durst commit this horrid act?
Colum. I, sir. [Throws off his disguise.]
King. Columbo? Ha!
Colum. Yes: Columbo, that dares stay 120 To justify that act.
Her. Most barbarous!
Duch. Oh, my dearest lord!
King. Our guard seize on them all: This sight doth shake all that is man within me. Poor Alvarez, is this thy wedding day? 125
Enter Guard.
Duch. If you do think there is a Heaven, or pains To punish such black crimes i’ th’ other world, Let me have swift, and such exemplar justice, As shall become this great assassinate; 129 You will take off our faith else: and, if here Such innocence must bleed, and you look on, Poor men, that call you gods on earth, will doubt To obey your laws, nay, practise to be devils, As fearing, if such monstrous sins go on, The saints will not be safe in Heaven.
King. You shall, 135 You shall have justice.
Car. [Aside.] Now to come off were brave.
Enter Servant.
Serv. The masquers, sir, are fled; their horse, prepar’d At gate, expected to receive ’em, where They quickly mounted: coming so like friends, None could suspect their haste, which is secur’d 140 By advantage of the night.
Colum. I answer for ’em all; ’t is stake enough For many lives: but if that poniard Had voice, it would convince they were but all Spectators of my act. And now, if you 145 Will give your judgments leave, though at the first Face of this object your cool bloods were frighted, I can excuse this deed, and call it justice; An act your honours and your office, sir, Is bound to build a law upon, for others 150 To imitate. I have but took his life, And punish’d her with mercy, who had both Conspir’d to kill the soul of all my fame. Read there; and read an injury as deep In my dishonour, as the devil knew 155 A woman had capacity or malice To execute: read there, how you were cozen’d, sir. [Gives the DUCHESS’S letter to the KING.] Your power affronted, and my faith; her smiles, A juggling witchcraft to betray, and make My love her horse to stalk withal, and catch 160 Her curled minion.
Car. Is it possible The duchess could dissemble so, and forfeit Her modesty with you, and to us all? Yet I must pity her. My nephew has Been too severe; though this affront would call 165 A dying man from prayers, and turn him tiger; There being nothing dearer than our fame, Which, if a common man, whose blood has no Ingredient of honour, labour to Preserve, a soldier (by his nearest tie 170 To glory) is, above all others, bound To vindicate:—and yet it might have been Less bloody.
Her. Charitable devil!
King. [Reads.] “I pray, my lord, release under your hand, what you dare challenge in (175) my love or person, as a just forfeit to myself; this act will speak you honourable to my thoughts; and when you have conquered thus yourself, you may proceed to many victories, and after, with safety of your fame, visit (180) again The lost Rosaura.” To this your answer was a free resign?
Colum. Flatter’d with great opinion of her faith, And my desert of her (with thought that she, Who seem’d to weep and chide my easy will 185 To part with her, could not be guilty of A treason, or apostasy so soon, But rather meant this a device to make Me expedite the affairs of war), I sent That paper, which her wickedness, not justice, Applied (what I meant trial,) her divorce. 191 I lov’d her so, I dare call heaven to witness, I knew not whether I lov’d most; while she, With him, whose crimson penitence I provok’d,[4384] Conspir’d my everlasting infamy: 195 Examine but the circumstance.
Car. ’T is clear; This match was made at home, before she sent That cunning writ, in hope to take him off, As knowing his impatient soul would scorn To own a blessing came on crutches to him. 200 It was not well to raise his expectation, (Had you, sir, no affront?) to ruin him With so much scandal and contempt.
King. We have Too plentiful a circumstance to accuse You, madam, as the cause of your own sorrows; 205 But not without an accessory more Than young Alvarez.
Car. Any other instrument?
King. Yes; I am guilty, with herself, and Don Columbo, though our acts look’d several ways, That thought a lover might so soon be ransom’d;[4385] 210 And did exceed the office of a king, To exercise dominion over hearts, That owe to the prerogative of Heaven Their choice or separation: you must, therefore, When you do kneel for justice and revenge, 215 Madam, consider me a lateral agent In poor Alvarez’ tragedy.
1 Lord. It was your love to Don Columbo, sir.
Her. So, so! the king is charm’d. Do you observe How, to acquit Columbo, he would draw 220 Himself into the plot. Heaven, is this justice?
Car. Your judgment is divine in this.
King. And yet Columbo cannot be secure, and we Just in his pardon, that durst make so great And insolent a breach of law and duty. 225
2 Lord. Ha! will he turn again?
King. And should we leave This guilt of blood to Heaven, which cries, and strikes With loud appeals the palace of eternity; Yet here is more to charge Columbo than Alvarez’ blood, and bids me punish it, 230 Or be no king.
Her. ’Tis come about, my lords.
King. And if I should forgive His timeless[4386] death, I cannot the offence, That with such boldness struck at me. Has my Indulgence to your merits, which are great, 235 Made me so cheap, your rage could meet no time Nor place for your revenge, but where my eyes Must be affrighted, and affronted with The bloody execution? This contempt Of majesty transcends my power to pardon, 240 And you shall feel my anger, sir.
Her. Thou shalt Have one short prayer more for that.
Colum. Have I, I’ th’ progress of my life, No actions to plead me up deserving Against this ceremony?[4387]
Car. Contain yourself. 245
Colum. I must be dumb then. Where is honour, And gratitude of kings, when they forget Whose hand secur’d their greatness? Take my head off; Examine then which of your silken lords, As I have done, will throw himself on dangers; Like to a floating island move in blood; 251 And where your great defence calls him to stand A bulwark, upon his bold breast to take In death, that you may live:—but soldiers are Your valiant fools, whom, when your own securities 255 Are bleeding, you can cherish; but when once Your state and nerves are knit, not thinking when To use their surgery again, you cast Them off, and let them hang in dusty armories, Or make it death to ask for pay.
King. No more; 260 We thought to have put your victory and merits In balance with Alvarez’ death, which, while Our mercy was to judge, had been your safety; But the affront to us, made greater by This boldness to upbraid our royal bounty, 265 Shall tame, or make you nothing.
Lord. Excellent!
Her. The Cardinal is not pleas’d.
Car. Humble yourself To th’ king.
Colum. And beg my life? Let cowards do ’t That dare not die; I’ll rather have no head 269 Than owe it to his charity.
King. To th’ castle with him!— [COLUMBO is led off by the Guard.]
Madam, I leave you to your grief, and what The king can recompense to your tears, or honour 272 Of your dead lord, expect.
Duch. This shows like justice. Exeunt.
Act IV
[SCENE I.][4388]
Enter two Lords and HERNANDO.
1 Lord. This is the age of wonders.
2 Lord. Wondrous mischiefs!
Her. Among those guards, which some call tutelar angels, Whose office is to govern provinces, Is there not one will undertake Navarre? Hath Heaven forsook us quite?
1 Lord. Columbo at large! 5
2 Lord. And grac’d now more than ever.
1 Lord. He was not pardon’d; That word was prejudicial to his fame.
Her. But, as the murder done had been a dream Vanish’d to memory, he’s courted as Preserver of his country. With what chains 10 Of magic does this Cardinal hold the king?
2 Lord. What will you say, my lord, if they enchant The duchess now, and by some impudent art, Advance a marriage to Columbo yet?
Her. Say! 15 I’ll say no woman can be sav’d; nor is ’t Fit, indeed, any should pretend to Heaven, After one such impiety in their sex: And yet my faith has been so stagger’d, since The king restor’d Columbo, I’ll be now 20 Of no religion.
1 Lord. ’Tis not possible She can forgive the murder; I observ’d Her tears.
Her. Why, so did I, my lord; And if they be not honest, ’tis to be Half damn’d, to look upon a woman weeping. 25 When do you think the Cardinal said his prayers?
2 Lord. I know not.
Her. Heaven forgive my want of charity! But, if I were to kill him, he should have No time to pray; his life could be no sacrifice, Unless his soul went too.
1 Lord. That were too much. 30
Her. When you mean to dispatch him, you may give Time for confession: they have injur’d me After another rate.
2 Lord. You are too passionate, cousin.
Enter COLUMBO, Colonels, ALPHONSO, and Courtiers. They pass over the stage.
Her. How the gay men do flutter, to congratulate 35 His gaol delivery! There’s one honest man: What pity ’tis a gallant fellow should Depend on knaves for his preferment!
1 Lord. Except this cruelty upon Alvarez, Columbo has no mighty stain upon him; 40 But for his uncle—
Her. If I had a son Of twelve years old that would not fight with him, And stake his soul against his cardinal’s cap, I would disinherit him. Time has took a lease But for three lives, I hope; a fourth may see 45 Honesty walk without a crutch.
2 Lord. This is But air and wildness.
Her. I will see the duchess.
[1 Lord.] You may do well to comfort her; we must Attend the king.
Her. Your pleasures. Exit.
Enter KING and CARDINAL.
1 Lord. A man of a brave soul.
2 Lord. The less his safety.— 50 The king and Cardinal in consult!
King. Commend us to the duchess, and employ What language you think fit and powerful To reconcile her to some peace.—My lords.
Car. Sir, I possess all for your sacred uses. Exeunt severally. 55
[SCENE II.][4389]
Enter Secretary [ANTONIO] and CELINDA.
Ant. Madam, you are the welcom’st lady living.
Cel. To whom, Master Secretary?
Ant. If you have mercy To pardon so much boldness, I durst say, To me—I am a gentleman.
Cel. And handsome.
Ant. But my lady has 5 Much wanted you.
Cel. Why, Master Secretary?
Ant. You are the prettiest,—
Cel. So!
Ant. The wittiest,—
Cel. So! 10
Ant. The merriest lady i’ th’ court.
Cel. And I was wish’d, to make the duchess pleasant?[4390]
Ant. She never had so deep a cause of sorrow; Her chamber ’s but a coffin of a larger Volume, wherein she walks so like a ghost, 15 ’T would make you pale to see her.
Cel. Tell her grace I attend here.
Ant. I shall most willingly.— A spirited lady I would I had her in my closet! She is excellent company among the lords. Sure she has an admirable treble.—Madam. Exit. 20
Cel. I do suspect this fellow would be nibbling, Like some, whose narrow fortunes will not rise To wear things when the invention’s rare and new: But treading on the heel of pride, they hunt 24 The fashion when ’t is crippled, like fell tyrants. I hope I am not old yet; I had the honour To be saluted by our Cardinal’s nephew This morning: there ’s a man!
Re-enter Secretary [ANTONIO].
Ant. I have prevail’d. Sweet madam, use what eloquence you can Upon her; and if ever I be useful 30 To your ladyship’s service, your least breath commands me. [Exit.]
Enter Duchess.
Duch. Madam, I come to ask you but one question: If you were in my state, my state of grief, I mean, an exile from all happiness Of this world, and almost of Heaven, (for my 35 Affliction is finding out despair,) What would you think of Don Columbo?
Cel. Madam?
Duch. Whose bloody hand wrought all this misery. Would you not weep, as I do, and wish rather An everlasting spring of tears to drown 40 Your sight, than let your eyes be curst to see The murderer again, and glorious? So careless of his sin, that he is made Fit for new parricide, even while his soul 44 Is purpled o’er, and reeks with innocent blood? But do not, do not answer me; I know You have so great a spirit, (which I want, The horror of his fact[4391] surprising all My faculties), you would not let him live: But I, poor I, must suffer more. There ’s not 50 One little star in Heaven will look on me, Unless to choose me out the mark, on whom It may shoot down some angry influence.
Enter PLACENTIA.
Pla. Madam, here ’s Don Columbo says he must Speak with your grace.
Duch. But he must not, I charge you. 55 [Exit PLACENTIA.] None else wait?—Is this well done, To triumph in his tyranny? Speak, madam, Speak but your conscience.
Enter COLUMBO and Secretary [ANTONIO].
Ant. Sir, you must not see her.
Colum. Not see her? Were she cabled up above The search of bullet or of fire, were she 60 Within her grave, and that the toughest mine That ever nature teem’d and groan’d withal, I would force some way to see her.—Do not fear I come to court you, madam; y’ are not worth The humblest of my kinder thoughts. I come 65 To show the man you have provok’d, and lost, And tell you what remains of my revenge.— Live, but never presume again to marry; I ’ll kill the next at th’ altar, and quench all The smiling tapers with his blood: if after, 70 You dare provoke the priest and Heaven so much To take another, in thy bed I ’ll cut him from Thy warm embrace, and throw his heart to ravens.
Cel. This will appear an unexampled cruelty.
Colum. Your pardon, madam; rage, and my revenge, 75 Not perfect, took away my eyes. You are A noble lady, this not worth your eye-beam; One of so slight a making, and so thin, An autumn leaf is of too great a value To play, which shall be soonest lost i’ th’ air. 80 Be pleas’d to own me by some name in your Assurance, I despise to be receiv’d There; let her witness that I call you mistress; Honour me to make these pearls your carkanet. [Gives her a necklace.]
Cel. My lord, you are too humble in your thoughts. 85
Colum. [Aside.] There ’s no vexation too great to punish her. Exit.
Ant. Now, madam.
Cel. Away, you saucy fellow!—Madam, I Must be excus’d, if I do think more honourably Than you have cause, of this great lord.
Duch. Why, is not 90 All womankind concern’d to hate what ’s impious?
Cel. For my part—
Duch. Antonio, is this a woman?
Ant. I know not whether she be man or woman; I should be nimble to find out the experiment. She look’d with less state when Columbo came.
Duch. Let me entreat your absence [Aside.] I am cozen’d in her.— 96 I took you for a modest, honest lady.
Cel. Madam, I scorn any accuser; and Deducting the great title of a duchess, I shall not need one grain of your dear honour To me make full weight: if your grace be jealous, 101 I can remove. Exit.
Ant. She is gone.
Duch. Prithee remove My fears of her return. [Exit ANT.]—She is not worth Considering; my anger ’s mounted higher. He need not put in caution for my next 105 Marriage.—Alvarez, I must come to thee, Thy virgin wife, and widow; but not till I ha’ paid those tragic duties to thy hearse Become my piety and love. But how? Who shall instruct a way?
Enter PLACENTIA.
Pla. Madam, Don 110 Hernando much desires to speak with you.
Duch. Will not thy own discretion think I am Unfit for visit?
Pla. Please your grace, he brings Something, he says, imports your ear, and love Of the dead lord, Alvarez.
Duch. Then admit him. [Exit PLACENTIA.] 115
Enter [PLACENTIA with] HERNANDO.
Her. I would speak, madam, to yourself.
Duch. Your absence. [Exit PLACENTIA.]
Her. I know not how your grace will censure so Much boldness, when you know the affairs I come for.
Duch. My servant has prepar’d me to receive it, If ’t concern my dead lord.
Her. Can you name 120 So much of your Alvarez in a breath, Without one word of your revenge? O, madam, I come to chide you, and repent my great Opinion of your virtue, that can walk, And spend so many hours in naked solitude; 125 As if you thought that no arrears were due To his death, when you had paid his funeral charges, Made your eyes red, and wept a handkerchief. I come to tell you that I saw him bleed; I, that can challenge nothing in his name 130 And honour, saw his murder’d body warm, And panting with the labour of his spirits, Till my amaz’d soul shrunk and hid itself: While barbarous Columbo grinning stood, And mock’d the weeping wounds. It is too much, 135 That you should keep your heart alive so long After this spectacle, and not revenge it.
Duch. You do not know the business of my heart, That censure me so rashly; yet I thank you; And, if you be Alvarez’ friend, dare tell 140 Your confidence, that I despise my life, But know not how to use it in a service To speak me his revenger: this will need No other proof, than that to you, who may Be sent with cunning to betray me, I 145 Have made this bold confession. I so much Desire to sacrifice to that hovering ghost Columbo’s life, that I am not ambitious To keep my own two minutes after it.
Her. If you will call me coward, which is equal 150 To think I am a traitor, I forgive it For this brave resolution, which time And all the destinies must aid. I beg That I may kiss your hand for this; and may The soul of angry honour guide it—
Duch. Whither? 155
Her. To Don Columbo’s heart.
Duch. It is too weak, I fear, alone.
Her. Alone? Are you in earnest? Why, will it not Be a dishonour to your justice, madam, Another arm should interpose? But that 160 It were a saucy act to mingle with you, I durst, nay, I am bound in the revenge Of him that ’s dead, (since the whole world has interest In every good man’s loss,) to offer it. Dare you command me, madam?
Duch. Not command; 165 But I should more than honour such a truth In man, that durst, against so mighty odds, Appear Alvarez’ friend, and mine. The Cardinal—
Her. Is for the second course; Columbo must Be first cut up; his ghost must lead the dance: 170 Let him die first.
Duch. But how?
Her. How! with a sword; and, if I undertake it, I wo’ not lose so much of my own honour, To kill him basely.
Duch. How shall I reward This infinite service? ’Tis not modesty 175 While now my husband groans beneath his tomb, And calls me to his marble bed, to promise, What this great act might well deserve, myself, If you survive the victor; but if thus Alvarez’ ashes be appeas’d, it must 180 Deserve an honourable memory; And though Columbo (as he had all power, And grasp’d the fates) has vow’d to kill the man That shall succeed Alvarez—
Her. Tyranny!
Duch. Yet, if ever 185 I entertain a thought of love hereafter, Hernando from the world shall challenge it; Till when, my prayers and fortune shall wait on you.
Her. This is too mighty recompense.
Duch. ’Tis all just.
Her. If I outlive Columbo, I must not 190 Expect security at home.
Duch. Thou canst Not fly where all my fortunes, and my love Shall not attend to guard thee.
Her. If I die—
Duch. Thy memory 194 Shall have a shrine, the next within my heart, To my Alvarez.
Her. Once again your hand. Your cause is so religious, you need not Strengthen it with your prayers; trust it to me.
Re-enter PLACENTIA, and the CARDINAL.
Pla. Madam, the Cardinal.
Duch. Will you appear?
Her. An he had all the horror of the devil 200 In ’s face, I would not baulk him.
He stares upon the CARDINAL in his exit.
Car. [Aside.] What makes Hernando here? I do not like They should consult; I’ll take no note.—The king Fairly salutes your grace; by whose command I am to tell you, though his will and actions 205 Illimited, stoop not to satisfy The vulgar inquisition, he is Yet willing to retain a just opinion With those that are plac’d near him; and although You look with nature’s eye upon yourself, 210 Which needs no perspective to reach, nor art Of any optic to make greater, what Your narrow sense applies[4392] an injury, (Ourselves still nearest to ourselves,) but there’s Another eye that looks abroad, and walks 215 In search of reason, and the weight of things, With which, if you look on him, you will find His pardon to Columbo cannot be So much against his justice, as your erring Faith would persuade your anger.
Duch. Good my lord, 220 Your phrase has too much landscape, and I cannot Distinguish at this distance you present[4393] The figure perfect: but indeed my eyes May pray your lordship find excuse, for tears Have almost made them blind.
Car. Fair peace restore ’em! 225 To bring the object nearer, the king says, He could not be severe to Don Columbo Without injustice to his other merits, Which call more loud for their reward and honour, Than you for your revenge; the kingdom made 230 Happy by those; you only, by the last, Unfortunate:—nor was it rational, I speak the king’s own language, he should die For taking one man’s breath, without whose valour None now had been alive without dishonour. 235
Duch. In my poor understanding, ’tis the crown Of virtue to proceed in its own track, Not deviate from honour. If you acquit A man of murder, ’cause he has done brave Things in the war, you will bring down his valour 240 To a crime, nay, to a bawd, if it secure A rape, and but teach those that deserve well To sin with greater license. But dispute Is now too late, my lord; ’tis done; and you, By the good king, in tender of my sorrows, 245 Sent to persuade me ’tis unreasonable That justice should repair me.
Car. You mistake; For if Columbo’s death could make Alvarez Live, the king had given him up to law, Your bleeding sacrifice; but when his life 250 Was but another treasure thrown away, To obey a clamorous statute, it was wisdom To himself, and common safety, to take off This killing edge of law, and keep Columbo To recompense the crime by noble acts, 255 And sorrow, that in time might draw your pity.
Duch. This is a greater tyranny than that Columbo exercis’d; he kill’d my lord; And you have not the charity to let Me think it worth a punishment.
Car. To that, 260 In my own name, I answer: I condemn, And urge the bloody guilt against my nephew; ’T was violent and cruel, a black deed; A deed, whose memory doth make me shudder; An act, that did betray a tyrannous nature, 265 Which he took up[4394] in war, the school of vengeance; And though the king’s compassion spare him here, Unless his heart Weep itself out in penitent tears,—
Duch. This sounds As you were now a good man.
Car. Does your grace 270 Think I have conscience to allow the murder? Although, when it was done, I did obey The stream of nature, as he was my kinsman, To plead he might not pay his forfeit life, Could I do less for one so near my blood? 275 Consider, madam, and be charitable; Let not this wild injustice make me lose The character I bear, and reverend habit. To make you full acquainted with my innocence, I challenge here my soul, and Heaven to witness, 280 If I had any thought, or knowledge with My nephew’s plot, or person, when he came, Under the smooth pretence of friend, to violate Your hospitable laws, and do that act, Whose frequent mention draws this tear, a whirlwind 285 Snatch me to endless flames!
Duch. I must believe, And ask your grace’s pardon. I confess I have not lov’d you since Alvarez’ death, Though we were reconcil’d.
Car. I do not blame Your jealousy, nor any zeal you had 290 To prosecute revenge against me, madam, As I then stood suspected, nor can yet Implore your mercy to Columbo. All I have to say is, to retain my first Opinion and credit with your grace; 295 Which you may think I urge not out of fear, Or ends upon you, (since, I thank the king, I stand firm on the base of royal favour,) But for your own sake, and to show I have Compassion of your sufferings.
Duch. You have clear’d 300 A doubt, my lord; and by this fair remonstrance, Given my sorrow so much truce, to think That we may meet again, and yet be friends.— But be not angry, if I still remember By whom Alvarez died, and weep, and wake 305 Another justice with my prayers.
Car. All thoughts That may advance a better peace dwell with you! Exit.
Duch. How would this cozening statesman bribe my faith With flatteries, to think him innocent! No; if his nephew die, this Cardinal must not 310 Be long-liv’d. All the prayers of a wrong’d widow Make firm Hernando’s sword! and my own hand Shall have some glory in the next revenge. I will pretend my brain with grief distracted, It may gain easy credit; and beside 315 The taking off examination For great Columbo’s death, it makes what act I do in that believ’d[4395] want of my reason, Appear no crime, but my defence.—Look down, Soul of my lord, from thy eternal shade, 320 And unto all thy blest companions boast Thy duchess busy to revenge thy ghost! Exit.
[SCENE III.][4396]
Enter [on one side] COLUMBO and ALPHONSO; [on the other,] HERNANDO and a Colonel.
Colum. Hernando, now I love thee, and do half Repent the affront my passion threw upon thee.
Her. You will not be too prodigal o’ your penitence.
Colum. This makes good thy nobility of birth; 4 Thou may’st be worth my anger and my sword, If thou dost execute as daringly As thou provok’st a quarrel. I did think Thy soul a starveling, or asleep.
Her. You ’ll find it Active enough to keep your spirit waking; Which, to exasperate, for yet I think 10 It is not high enough to meet my rage— Do you smile?
Colum. This noise is worth it.—Gentlemen, I ’m sorry this great soldier has engag’d Your travail; all his business is to talk.
Her. A little of your lordship’s patience, 15 You shall have other sport, and swords that will Be as nimble ’bout your heart as you can wish. ’T is pity more than our two single lives Should be at stake.
Colum. Make that no scruple, sir.
Her. To him then that survives, if fate allow 20 That difference, I speak, that he may tell The world, I came not hither on slight anger, But to revenge my honour, stain’d and trampled on By this proud man; when general, he commanded My absence from the field.
Colum. I do remember, 25 And I ’ll give your soul now a discharge.
Her. I come To meet it, if your courage be so fortunate. But there is more than my own injury You must account for, sir, if my sword prosper; 29 Whose point and every edge is made more keen With young Alvarez’ blood, in which I had A noble interest. Does not that sin benumb Thy arteries, and turn the guilty flowings To trembling jelly in thy veins? Canst hear Me name that murder, and thy spirits not 35 Struck into air, as thou wert shot by some Engine from Heaven?
Colum. You are the duchess’ champion! Thou hast given me a quarrel now. I grieve It is determin’d all must fight, and I Shall lose much honour in his fall.
Her. That duchess, 40 (Whom but to mention with thy breath is sacrilege, An orphan of thy making, and condemn’d By thee to eternal solitude, I come To vindicate; and while I am killing thee, By virtue of her prayers sent up for justice, 45 At the same time, in Heaven I am pardon’d for ’t.
Colum. I cannot hear the bravo.
Her. Two words more, And take your chance. Before you all I must Pronounce that noble lady without knowledge Or thought of what I undertake for her. 50 Poor soul! she ’s now at her devotions, Busy with Heaven, and wearing out the earth With her stiff knees, and bribing her good angel With treasures of her eyes, to tell her lord How much she longs to see him. My attempt 55 Needs no commission from her: were I A stranger in Navarre, the inborn right Of every gentleman to Alvarez’ loss Is reason to engage their swords and lives Against the common enemy of virtue. 60
Colum. Now have you finish’d? I have an instrument Shall cure this noise, and fly up to thy tongue, To murder all thy words.
Her. One little knot Of phlegm, that clogs my stomach, and I ha’ done:— You have an uncle, call’d a Cardinal, 65 Would he were lurking now about thy heart, That the same wounds might reach you both, and send Your reeling souls together! Now have at you.
Alph. We must not, sir, be idle. [They fight; COLUMBO’S second [ALPHONSO], slain.
Her. What think you now of praying?
Colum. Time enough. 70 He kills HERNANDO’S second. Commend me to my friend; the scales are even. I would be merciful, and give you time Now to consider of the other world; You ’ll find your soul benighted presently.
Her. I ’ll find my way i’ the dark.
They fight, and close; COLUMBO gets both the swords, and HERNANDO takes up the second’s weapon.
Colum. A stumble’s dangerous. 75 Now ask thy life.—Ha!
Her. I despise to wear it, A gift from any but the first bestower.
Colum. I scorn a base advantage.— COLUMBO throws away one of the swords: they fight. HERNANDO wounds COLUMBO.— Ha!
Her. I am now Out of your debt.
Colum. Thou ’st don ’t, and I forgive thee. Give me thy hand; when shall we meet again?
Her. Never, I hope. 81
Colum. I feel life ebb apace: yet I ’ll look upwards, And show my face to Heaven. [Dies.]
Her. The matter’s done; I must not stay to bury him. Exit.
Act V
[SCENE I.][4397]
Enter two Lords.
1 Lord. Columbo’s death doth much afflict the king.
2 Lord. I thought the Cardinal would have lost his wits At first, for ’s nephew; it drowns all the talk Of the others that were slain.
1 Lord. We are friends. I do suspect Hernando had some interest, 5 And knew how their wounds came.
2 Lord. His flight confirms it, For whom the Cardinal has spread his nets.
1 Lord. He is not so weak to trust himself at home To his enemy’s gripe.
2 Lord. All strikes not me so much As that the duchess, most oppressed lady, 10 Should be distracted, and before Columbo Was slain.
1 Lord. But that the Cardinal should be made Her guardian, is to me above that wonder.
2 Lord. So it pleas’d the king; and she, with that small stock Of reason left her, is so kind and smooth 15 Upon him.
1 Lord. She ’s turn’d a child again: a madness, That would ha’ made her brain and blood boil high, In which distemper she might ha’ wrought something—
2 Lord. Had been to purpose.
1 Lord. The Cardinal is cunning; and howe’er 20 His brow does smile, he does suspect Hernando Took fire from her, and waits a time to punish it.
2 Lord. But what a subject of disgrace and mirth Hath poor Celinda made herself by pride, In her belief Columbo was her servant! 25 Her head hath stoop’d much since he died, and she Almost ridiculous at court.
Enter CARDINAL, ANTONELLI, and Servant.
1 Lord. The Cardinal Is come into the garden, now—
Car. Walk off.— [Exeunt Lords.] It troubles me the duchess by her loss Of brain, is now beneath my great revenge. 30 She is not capable to feel my anger, Which, like to unregarded thunder spent In woods, and lightning aim’d at senseless trees, Must idly fall, and hurt her not, not to That sense her guilt deserves: a fatal stroke, 35 Without the knowledge for what crime, to fright her When she takes leave, and make her tug with death, Until her soul sweat, is a pigeon’s torment, And she is sent a babe to the other world. Columbo’s death will not be satisfied, 40 And I but wound her with a two-edg’d feather. I must do more: I have all opportunity, (She by the king now made my charge,) but she’s So much a turtle, I shall lose by killing her, Perhaps do her a pleasure and preferment; 45 That must not be.
Enter CELINDA with a parchment.
Anton. [stopping her.]—Is not this she, that would be thought to have been Columbo’s mistress?—Madam, his grace is private, And would not be disturb’d; you may displease him.
Cel. What will your worship wager that he shall 50 Be pleas’d again before we part?
Anton. I’ll lay this diamond, madam, ’gainst a kiss, And trust yourself to keep the stakes.
Cel. ’T is done. [Comes forward.]
Anton. I have long had an appetite to this lady; But the lords keep her up so high—this toy 55 May bring her on.
Car. This interruption tastes not of good manners.
Cel. But where necessity, my lord, compels, The boldness may meet pardon, and when you Have found my purpose, I may less appear 60 Unmannerly.
Car. To the business.
Cel. It did please Your nephew, sir, before his death, to credit me With so much honourable favour, I Am come to tender to his near’st of blood, Yourself, what does remain a debt to him. 65 Not to delay your grace with circumstance. That deed, if you accept, makes you my heir Of no contemptible estate.—[Aside.] This way He reads. Is only left to tie up scurrile tongues And saucy men, that since Columbo’s death 70 Venture to libel on my pride and folly; His greatness and this gift, which I enjoy Still for my life, (beyond which term a kingdom’s Nothing,) will curb the giddy spleens of men That live on impudent rhyme, and railing at 75 Each wandering fame they catch.
Car. Madam, this bounty Will bind my gratitude, and care to serve you.
Cel. I am your grace’s servant.
Car. Antonelli!—Whisper. And when this noble lady visits me, Let her not wait. 80
Cel. What think you, my officious sir? His grace Is pleas’d, you may conjecture: I may keep Your gem; the kiss was never yours.
Anton. Sweet madam—
Cel. Talk if you dare; you know I must not wait; And so, farewell for this time. [Exit.] 85
Car. ’T is in my brain already, and it forms Apace—good, excellent revenge, and pleasant! She’s now within my talons: ’t is too cheap A satisfaction for Columbo’s death, Only to kill her by soft charm or force. 90 I ’ll rifle first her darling chastity; ’T will be after time enough to poison her, And she to th’ world be thought her own destroyer. As I will frame the circumstance, this night All may be finished: for the colonel, 95 Her agent in my nephew’s death, (whom I Disturb’d at counsel with her,) I may reach him Hereafter, and be master of his fate. We starve our conscience when we thrive in state. Exeunt.
[SCENE II.][4398]
Enter Secretary [ANTONIO] and PLACENTIA.
Ant. Placentia, we two are only left Of all my lady’s servants; let us be true To her, and one another; and be sure, When we are at prayers, to curse the Cardinal.
Pla. I pity my sweet lady. 5
Ant. I pity her too, but am a little angry; She might have found another time to lose Her wits.
Pla. That I were a man!
Ant. What would’st thou do, Placentia? 10
Pla. I would revenge my lady.
Ant. ’T is better, being a woman; thou may’st do Things that may prosper better, and the fruit Be thy own another day.
Pla. Your wit still loves To play the wanton.
Ant. ’T is a sad time, Placentia; 15 Some pleasure would do well: the truth is, I Am weary of my life, and I would have One fit of mirth before I leave the world.
Pla. Do not you blush to talk thus wildly?
Ant. ’T is good manners 20 To be a little mad after my lady; But I ha’ done. Who is with her now?
Pla. Madam Valeria.
Ant. Not Celinda? There’s a lady for my humour! A pretty book of flesh and blood, and well 25 Bound up, in a fair letter too. Would I Had her with all the errata!
Pla. She has not An honourable fame.
Ant. Her fame! that’s nothing; A little stain; her wealth will fetch again The colour, and bring honour into her cheeks 30 As fresh;— If she were mine, and I had her exchequer, I know the way to make her honest; Honest to th’ touch, the test, and the last trial.
Pla. How, prithee? 35
Ant. Why, First I would marry her, that’s a verb material; Then I would print her with an index Expurgatorius; a table drawn Of her court heresies; and when she’s read, 40 Cum privilegio, who dares call her whore?
Pla. I’ll leave you, if you talk thus.
Ant. I ha’ done; Placentia, thon may’st be better company After another progress; and now tell me, Didst ever hear of such a patient madness 45 As my lady is possest with? She has rav’d But twice:—an she would fright the Cardinal, Or at a supper if she did but poison him, It were a frenzy I could bear withal. She calls him her dear governor.—
Enter HERNANDO disguised, having a letter.
Pla. Who is this? 50
Her. Her secretary!—Sir, Here is a letter, if it may have so Much happiness to kiss her grace’s hand.
Ant. From whom?
Her. That’s not in your commission, sir, To ask, or mine to satisfy; she will want 55 No understanding when she reads.
Ant. Alas! Under your favour, sir, you are mistaken; Her grace did never more want understanding.
Her. How?
Ant. Have you not heard? Her skull is broken, sir, 60 And many pieces taken out; she’s mad.
Her. The sad fame of her distraction Has too much truth, it seems.
Pla. If please you, sir, To expect awhile, I will present the letter.
Her. Pray do.— Exit PLACENTIA. 65 How long has she been thus distemper’d, sir?
Ant. Before the Cardinal came to govern here, Who, for that reason, by the king was made Her guardian. We are now at his devotion.
Her. A lamb given up to a tiger! May diseases 70 Soon eat him through his heart!
Ant. Your pardon, sir. I love that voice; I know it too a little. Are not you—be not angry, noble sir, I can with ease be ignorant again, And think you are another man; but if 75 You be that valiant gentleman they call—
Her. Whom? what?
Ant. That kill’d—I would not name him, if I thought You were not pleas’d to be that very gentleman.
Her. Am I betray’d?
Ant. The devil sha’ not 80 Betray you here: kill me, and I will take My death you are the noble colonel. We are all bound to you for the general’s death, Valiant Hernando! When my lady knows You are here, I hope ’t will fetch her wits, again. 85 But do not talk too loud; we are not all Honest[4399] i’ th’ house; some are the Cardinal’s creatures.
Her. Thou wert faithful to thy lady. I am glad ’T is night. But tell me how the churchman uses The duchess. 90
Enter ANTONELLI.
Ant. He carries angels in his tongue and face, but I Suspect his heart: this is one of his spawns.— Signor Antonelli.
Anton. Honest Antonio!
Ant. And how, and how—a friend of mine—where is 95 The Cardinal’s grace?
Her. [Aside.] That will be never answered.
Anton. He means to sup here with the duchess.
Ant. Will he?
Anton. We’ll have the charming bottles at my chamber. 100 Bring that gentleman; we’ll be mighty merry.
Her. [Aside.] I may disturb your jollity.
Anton. Farewell, sweet— [Exit.]
Ant. Dear Antonelli!—A round pox confound you! This is court rhetoric at the back-stairs. 105
Enter PLACENTIA.
Pla. Do you know this gentleman?
Ant. Not I.
Pla. My lady presently dismist Valeria, And bade me bring him to her bed-chamber.
Ant. The gentleman has an honest face.
Pla. Her words 110 Fell from her with some evenness and joy.— Her grace desires your presence.
Her. I’ll attend her. Exit [with PLACENTIA].
Ant. I would this soldier had the Cardinal Upon a promontory, with what a spring The churchman would leap down! It were a spectacle 115 Most rare, to see him topple from the precipice, And souse in the salt water with a noise To stun the fishes; and if he fell into A net, what wonder would the simple sea-gulls Have, to draw up the o’ergrown lobster.[4400] 120 So ready boil’d! He shall have my good wishes. This colonel’s coming may be lucky; I Will be sure none shall interrupt ’em.
Enter CELINDA.
Cel. Is Her grace at opportunity?
Ant. No, sweet madam; She is asleep, her gentlewoman says. 125
Cel. My business is but visit. I’ll expect.[4401]
Ant. That must not be, although I like your company!
Cel. You are grown rich, Master Secretary.
Ant. I, madam? Alas!
Cel. I hear you are upon another purchase. 130
Ant. I upon a purchase!
Cel. If you want any sum—
Ant. If I could purchase your sweet favour, madam.
Cel. You shall command me, and my fortune, sir.
Ant. [Aside.] How’s this? 135
Cel. I have observ’d you, sir, a staid And prudent gentleman—and I shall want—
Ant. Not me?
Cel. A father for some infant: he has credit I’ th’ world.—[Aside.] I am not the first cast lady 140 Has married a secretary.
Ant. Shall I wait upon you?
Cel. Whither?
Ant. Any whither.
Cel. I may chance lead you then— 145
Ant. I shall be honour’d to obey. My blood Is up, and in this humour I’m for anything.
Cel. Well, sir, I’ll try your manhood.
Ant. ’Tis my happiness; You cannot please me better.
Cel. [Aside.] This was struck I’ the opportunity.
Ant. I am made for ever. [Exit, following her.] 150
[SCENE III.][4402]
Enter HERNANDO and DUCHESS.
Her. Dear madam, do not weep.
Duch. Y’ are very welcome; I ha’ done; I wo’ not shed a tear more Till I meet Alvarez, then I’ll weep for joy. He was a fine young gentleman, and sung sweetly; 5 An you had heard him but the night before We were married, you would ha’ sworn he had been A swan, and sung his own sad epitaph. But we’ll talk o’ the Cardinal.
Her. Would his death Might ransom your fair sense! he should not live 10 To triumph in the loss. Beshrew my manhood, But I begin to melt.
Duch. I pray, sir, tell me,— For I can understand, although they say I have lost my wits; but they are safe enough, And I shall have ’em when the Cardinal dies;— Who had a letter from his nephew, too, 15 Since he was slain?
Her. From whence?
Duch. I know not where he is. But in some bower Within a garden he is making chaplets, And means to send me one; but I’ll not take it; I have flowers enough, I thank him, while I live.
Her. But do you love your governor? 22
Duch. Yes, but I’ll never marry him; I am promis’d Already.
Her. To whom, madam?
Duch. Do not you Blush when you ask me that? Must not you be 25 My husband? I know why, but that’s a secret. Indeed, if you believe me, I do love No man alive so well as you: the Cardinal Shall never know ’t; he’ll kill us both; and yet He says he loves me dearly, and has promis’d 30 To make me well again; but I’m afraid, One time or other, he will give me poison.
Her. Prevent him, madam, and take nothing from him.
Duch. Why, do you think ’t will hurt me?
Her. It will kill you.
Duch. I shall but die, and meet my dear-lov’d lord, 35 Whom, when I have kist, I’ll come again and work A bracelet of my hair for you to carry him, When you are going to Heaven; the posy shall Be my own name, in little tears, that I Will weep next winter, which congeal’d i’ th’ frost, 40 Will show like seed-pearl. You’ll deliver it? I know he’ll love, and wear it for my sake.
Her. She is quite lost.
Duch. I pray give me, sir, your pardon: I know I talk not wisely; but if you had The burthen of my sorrow, you would miss 45 Sometimes your better reason. Now I’m well; What will you do when the Cardinal comes? He must not see you for the world.
Her. He sha’ not; I’ll take my leave before he come.
Duch. Nay, stay; I shall have no friend left me when you go. 50 He will but sup; he sha’ not stay to lie with me. I have the picture of my lord abed; Three are too much this weather.
Enter PLACENTIA.
Pla. Madam, the Cardinal.
Her. He shall sup with the devil.
Duch. I dare not stay; The red cock[4403] will be angry. I’ll come again. 55 Exeunt [DUCHESS and PLACENTIA.]
Her. This sorrow is no fable. Now I find My curiosity is sadly satisfied.— Ha! if the duchess in her straggled wits Let fall words to betray me to the Cardinal, The panther will not leap more fierce to meet 60 His prey, when a long want of food hath parch’d His starved maw, than he to print his rage, And tear my heart-strings. Everything is fatal; And yet she talk’d sometimes with chain of sense, And said she lov’d me. Ha! they come not yet. I have a sword about me, and I left 65 My own security to visit death. Yet I may pause a little, and consider Which way does lead me to ’t most honourably. Does not the chamber that I walk in tremble? What will become of her, and me, and all 71 The world in one small hour? I do not think Ever to see the day again; the wings Of night spread o’er me like a sable hearse-cloth; The stars are all close mourners too; but I 75 Must not alone to the cold silent grave, I must not.—If thou canst, Alvarez, open That ebon curtain, and behold the man, When the world’s justice fails, shall right thy ashes, And feed their thirst with blood! Thy duchess is Almost a ghost already, and doth wear 81 Her body like an useless upper garment, The trim and fashion of it lost.—Ha!
Re-enter PLACENTIA.
Pla. You need not doubt me, sir.—My lady prays You would not think it long; she in my ear 85 Commanded me to tell you, that when last She drank, she had happy wishes to your health.
Her. And did the Cardinal pledge it?
Pla. He was not Invited to’t, nor must he know you are here.
Her. What do they talk of, prithee? 90
Pla. His grace is very pleasant A lute is heard. And kind to her; but her returns[4404] are after The sad condition of her sense, sometimes Unjointed.
Her. They have music.
Pla. A lute only, 94 His grace prepar’d; they say, the best of Italy, That waits upon my lord.
Her. He thinks the duchess Is stung with a tarantula.
Pla. Your pardon; My duty is expected. Exit.
Her. Gentle lady!— A voice too!
SONG within.
Strep. Come, my Daphne, come away, 100 We do waste the crystal day, ’Tis Strephon calls. Dap. What says my love? Strep. Come, follow to the myrtle grove, Where Venus shall prepare New chaplets for thy hair. 105 Dap. Were I shut up within a tree, I’d rend my bark to follow thee. Strep. My shepherdess, make haste, The minutes slide too fast. Dap. In those cooler shades will I, 110 Blind as Cupid, kiss thine eye. Strep. In thy bosom then I’ll stay; In such warm snow who would not lose his way? Chor. We’ll laugh, and leave the world behind, And gods themselves that see, 115 Shall envy thee and me, But never find Such joys, when they embrace a deity.
Her. If at this distance I distinguish, ’tis not Church music; and the air’s wanton, and no anthem 120 Sung to’t, but some strange ode of love and kisses. What should this mean?—Ha? he is coming hither. [Draws his sword.] I am betray’d; he marches in her hand. I’ll trust a little more; mute as the arras, My sword and I here. 125 He [conceals himself behind the arras, and] observes.
Enter CARDINAL, DUCHESS, ANTONELLI, and Attendants.
Car. Wait you in the first chamber, and let none Presume to interrupt us.— Exeunt [ANTONELLI and Attendants.] She is pleasant; Now for some art, to poison all her innocence.
Duch. I do not like the Cardinal’s humour; he Little suspects what guest is in my chamber. 130
Car. Now, madam, you are safe. [Embraces her.]
Duch. How means your lordship?
Car. Safe in my arms, sweet duchess.
Duch. Do not hurt me.
Car. Not for the treasures of the world! You are My pretty charge. Had I as many lives As I have careful thoughts to do you service, 135 I should think all a happy forfeit, to Delight your grace one minute; ’tis a Heaven To see you smile.
Duch. What kindness call you this?
Car. It cannot want a name while you preserve So plentiful a sweetness; it is love. 140
Duch. Of me? How shall I know’t, my lord?
Car. By this, and this, swift messengers to whisper Our hearts to one another. Kisses her.
Duch. Pray, do you come a wooing?
Car. Yes, sweet madam; You cannot be so cruel to deny me. 145
Duch. What, my lord?
Car. Another kiss.
Duch. Can you Dispense with this, my lord?—(Aside.) Alas; I fear Hernando is asleep, or vanish’d from me.
Car. [Aside.] I have mock’d my blood into a flame; and what My angry soul had form’d for my revenge, 150 Is now the object of my amorous sense. I have took a strong enchantment from her lips, And fear I shall forgive Columbo’s death, If she consent to my embrace.—Come, madam.
Duch. Whither, my lord?
Car. But to your bed or couch, 155 Where, if you will be kind, and but allow Yourself a knowledge, love, whose shape and raptures Wise poets have but glorified in dreams, Shall make your chamber his eternal palace; And with such active and essential streams 160 Of new delights glide o’er your bosom, you Shall wonder to what unknown world you are By some blest change translated. Why d’ ye pause, And look so wild? Will you deny your governor?
Duch. How came you by that cloven foot?
Car. Your fancy Would turn a traitor to your happiness. 165 I am your friend; you must be kind.
Duch. Unhand me, Or I’ll cry out a rape.
Car. You wo’ not, sure?
Duch. I have been cozen’d with Hernando’s shadow; Here’s none but Heaven to hear me.—Help! a rape! 170
Car. Are you so good at understanding? Then, I must use other argument. He forces her. [Hernando rushes from the arras.]
Her. Go to, Cardinal. Strikes him; exit DUCHESS.
Car. Hernando? Murder! treason! help!
Her. An army sha’ not rescue thee. Your blood 175 Is much inflam’d; I have brought a lancet wi’ me Shall open your hot veins, and cool your fever.— To vex thy parting soul, it was the same Engine that pierc’d[4405] Columbo’s heart.
Car. Help! murder! [Stabs him.]
Enter ANTONELLI and Servants.
Anton. Some ring the bell, ’t will raise the court; 180 My lord is murder’d! ’T is Hernando. The bell rings.
Her. I’ll make you all some sport.—[Stabs himself.]—So; now we are even. Where is the duchess? I would take my leave of her, and then bequeath my curse among you. He falls.
Enter KING, DUCHESS, VALERIA, Lords, and Guard.
King. How come these bloody objects? 185
Her. With a trick my sword found out. I hope he’s paid.
1 Lord. [Aside.] I hope so too.—A surgeon For my lord Cardinal!
King. Hernando?
Duch. Justice! oh, justice, sir, against a ravisher! 190
Her. Sir, I ha’ done you service.
King. A bloody service.
Her. ’T is pure scarlet.
Enter Surgeon.
Car. [Aside.] After such care to perfect my revenge, Thus bandied out o’ th’ world by a woman’s plot!
Her. I have preserv’d the duchess from a rape. 195 Good night to me and all the world for ever. Dies.
King. So impious!
Duch. ’T is most true; Alvarez’ blood Is now reveng’d; I find my brain return, And every straggling sense repairing home. 200
Car. I have deserv’d you should turn from me, sir. My life hath been prodigiously wicked; My blood is now the kingdom’s balm. Oh, sir, I have abus’d your ear, your trust, your people, And my own sacred office: my conscience 205 Feels now the sting. Oh, show your charity, And with your pardon, like a cool soft gale, Fan my poor sweating soul, that wanders through Unhabitable climes, and parched deserts. But I am lost, if the great world forgive me, 210 Unless I find your mercy for a crime You know not, madam, yet, against your life, I must confess, more than my black intents Upon your honour; you’re already poison’d.
King. By whom? 215
Car. By me, In the revenge I ow’d Columbo’s loss; With your last meat was mixt a poison, that By subtle, and by sure degrees, must let In death.
King. Look to the duchess, our physicians!
Car. Stay; 221 I will deserve her mercy, though I cannot Call back the deed. In proof of my repentance, If the last breath of a now dying man May gain your charity and belief, receive 225 This ivory box; in it an antidote, ’Bove that they boast the great magistral medicine: That powder, mixt with wine, by a most rare And quick access to the heart, will fortify it Against the rage of the most nimble poison, 230 I am not worthy to present her with it. Oh, take it, and preserve her innocent life.
1 Lord. Strange, he should have a good thing in such readiness.
Car. ’T is that, which in my jealousy and state, Trusting to false predictions of my birth, 235 That I should die by poison, I preserv’d For my own safety; wonder not, I made That my companion was to be my refuge.
Enter Servant with a bowl of wine.
1 Lord. Here’s some touch of grace.
Car. In greater proof of my pure thoughts, I take 240 This first, and with my dying breath confirm My penitence; it may benefit her life, But not my wounds. [He drinks.] Oh, hasten to preserve her; And though I merit not her pardon, let not Her fair soul be divorc’d. 245 [The DUCHESS takes the bowl and drinks.]
King. This is some charity; may it prosper, madam!
Val. How does your grace?
Duch. And must I owe my life to him, whose death Was my ambition? Take this free acknowledgment; I had intent, this night, with my own hand 250 To be Alvarez’ justicer.
King. You were mad, And thought past apprehension of revenge.
Duch. That shape I did usurp, great sir, to give My heart more freedom and defence; but when Hernando came to visit me, I thought 255 I might defer my execution; Which his own rage suppli’d without my guilt, And when his lust grew high, met with his blood.
1 Lord. The Cardinal smiles.
Car. Now my revenge has met With you, nimble duchess! I have took 260 A shape[4406] to give my act more freedom too, And now I am sure she’s poison’d with that dose I gave her last.
King. Thou’rt not so horrid?
Duch. Ha! some cordial.
Car. Alas, no preservative Hath wings to overtake it; were her heart 265 Lock’d in a quarry, it would search and kill Before the aids can reach it. I am sure You sha’ not now laugh at me.
King. How come you by that poison?
Car. I prepar’d it, Resolving, when I had enjoy’d her, which 270 The colonel prevented, by some art To make her take it, and by death conclude My last revenge. You have the fatal story.
King. This is so great a wickedness, it will Exceed belief.
Car. I knew I could not live. 275
Surg. Your wounds, sir, were not desperate.
Car. Not mortal? Ha! were they not mortal?
Surg. If I have skill in surgery.
Car. Then I have caught myself in my own engine.
2 Lord. It was your fate, you said, to die by poison. 280
Car. That was my own prediction, to abuse Your faith; no human art can now resist it: I feel it knocking at the seat of life; It must come in; I have wrackt all my own To try your charities: now it would be rare, 285 If you but waft me with a little prayer; My wings that flag may catch the wind; but ’tis In vain, the mist is risen, and there’s none To steer my wand’ring bark. Dies.
1 Lord. He’s dead.
King. With him Die all deceived trust.
2 Lord. This was a strange 290 Impiety.
King. When men Of gifts and sacred function once decline From virtue, their ill deeds transcend example.
Duch. The minute’s come that I must take my leave, too. Your hand, great sir; and though you be a king, 295 We may exchange forgiveness. Heaven forgive, And all the world! I come, I come, Alvarez. Dies.
King. Dispose their bodies for becoming funeral. How much are kings abus’d by those they take To royal grace, whom, when they cherish most By nice indulgence, they do often arm 301 Against themselves! from whence this maxim springs: None have more need of perspectives[4407] than kings. Exeunt.