Duke, royal lecher, go, gray-hair'd adultery;
And thou his son, as impious steep'd as he;
And thou his bastard, true-begot in evil;
And thou his duchess that will do with [the] devil:
Four ex'lent characters. Oh, that marrowless age
Would stuff the hollow bones with damn'd desires,
And stead of heat kindle infernal fires
Within the spendthrift veins of a dry duke,
A parch'd and juiceless luxur! Oh God, one
That has scarce blood enough to live upon!
And he to riot it like a son and heir?
Oh, the thought of that
Turns my abused heartstrings into fret!
Thou sallow picture of my poisoned love,
My study's ornament, thou shell of death,
Once the bright face of my betrothed lady,
When life and beauty naturally fill'd out
These ragged imperfections,
When two heaven-pointed diamonds were set
In those unsightly rings: then 'twas a face
So far beyond the artificial shine
Of any woman's bought complexion
That the uprightest man, if such there be,
That sin but seven times a day, broke custom
And made up eight with looking after her.
Oh, she was able to ha' made a usurer's son
Melt all his patrimony in a kiss,
And what his father fifty years told
To have consum'd, and yet his suit been cold!
But oh, accursed palace!
Thee, when thou wert apparel'd in thy flesh,
The old duke poison'd,
Because thy purer part would not consent
Unto his palsy-lust, for old men lustful
Do show like young men angry, eager-violent,
Outbid like their limited performances.
Oh, 'ware an old man hot and vicious!
"Age, as in gold, in lust is covetous."
Vengeance, thou murder's quit-rent, and whereby
Thou shouldst thyself tenant to tragedy,
Oh, keep thy day, hour, minute, I beseech,
For those thou hast determin'd! Hum: whoe'er knew
Murder unpaid? Faith, give revenge her due:
Sh'as kept touch hitherto. Be merry, merry;
Advance thee, O thou terror to fat folks,
To have their costly three-pil'd flesh worn of
As bare as this: for banquets, ease, and laughter
Can make great men, as greatness goes by clay,
But wise men little are more great than they.
Enter [his] brother Hippolito.
Still sighing o'er death's vizard?
What comfort bringst thou? How go things at court?
In silk and silver, brother; never braver.
Thou play'st upon my meaning. Prithee say,
Has that bald madam, opportunity,
Yet thought upon's? Speak, are we happy yet?
Thy wrongs and mine are for one scabbard fit.
It may prove happiness.
What is't may prove?
Give me to taste.
Give me your hearing then.
You know my place at court.
Ay, the duke's chamber.
But 'tis a marvel thou'rt not turn'd out yet!
Faith, I have been shov'd at, but 'twas still my hap
To hold by th' duchess' skirt. You guess at that;
Whom such a coat keeps up can ne'er fall flat.
But to the purpose.
Last evening predecessor unto this,
The duke's son warily enquir'd for me,
Whose pleasure I attended: he began
By policy to open and unhusk me
About the time and common rumour;
But I had so much wit to keep my thoughts
Up in their built houses, yet afforded him
An idle satisfaction without danger.
But the whole aim and scope of his intent
Ended in this: conjuring me in private
To seek some strange-digested fellow forth
Of ill-contented nature, either disgrac'd
In former times, or by new grooms displac'd
Since his stepmother's nuptials, such a blood
A man that were for evil only good;
To give you the true word, some base-coin'd pander.
I reach you, for I know his heat is such:
Were there as many concubines as ladies
He would not be contain'd, he must fly out.
I wonder how ill-featur'd, vild-proportion'd
That one should be, if she were made for woman,
Whom at the insurrection of his lust
He would refuse for once. Heart, I think none,
Next to a skull, tho' more unsound than one:
Each face he meets he strongly dotes upon.
Brother, y'ave truly spoke him.
He knows not you, but I'll swear you know him.
And therefore I'll put on that knave for once,
And be a right man then, a man a' th' time,
For to be honest is not to be i' th' world.
Brother, I'll be that strange-composed fellow.
And I'll prefer you, brother.
Go to then;
The small'st advantage fattens wronged men,
It may point out. Occasion, if I meet her,
I'll hold her by the foretop fast enough,
Or like the French mole heave up hair and all.
I have a habit that will fit it quaintly.
[Enter Gratiana and Castiza.]
Here comes our mother.
We must coin.
Women are apt, you know, to take false money,
But I dare stake my soul for these two creatures,
Only excuse excepted that they'll swallow
Because their sex is easy in belief.
What news from [court], son Carlo?
'Tis whisper'd there the duchess' youngest son
Has play'd a rape on Lord Antonio's wife.
On that religious lady!
Monster, he deserves to die,
If Italy had no more hopes but he.
Sister, y'ave sentenc'd most direct and true:
The law's a woman, and would she were you.
Mother, I must take leave of you.
Leave for what?
I intend speedy travel.
That he does, madam.
For since my worthy father's funeral,
My life's unnatural to me, e'en compell'd
As if I liv'd now when I should be dead.
Indeed he was a worthy gentleman,
Had his estate been fellow to his mind.
The duke did much deject him.
And through disgrace oft smother'd in his spirit
When it would mount, surely I think he died
Of discontent, the nobleman's consumption.
Most sure he did!
Did he? 'Lack, you know all;
You were his midnight secretary.
He was too wise to trust me with his thoughts.
I'faith then, father, thou wast wise indeed:
"Wives are but made to go to bed and feed."
Come mother, sister; you'll bring me onward, brother?
[Aside to him] I'll quickly turn into another.
[I.ii. A court of law]
Enter the old Duke, Lussurioso his son, the Duchess, the Bastard, the Duchess' two sons Ambitioso and Supervacuo, the third her youngest brought out with Officers for the rape, two Judges.
Duchess, it is your youngest son; we're sorry.
His violent act has e'en drawn blood of honour
And stain'd our honours,
Thrown ink upon the forehead of our state,
Which envious spirits will dip their pens into
After our death and blot us in our tombs,
For that which would seem treason in our lives
Is laughter when we're dead: who dares now whisper
That dares not then speak out, and e'en proclaim,
With loud words and broad pens our closest shame?
Your grace hath spoke like to your silver years
Full of confirmed gravity, for what is it to have
A flattering false insculption on a tomb,
And in men's hearts' reproach? The bowell'd corpse
May be cer'd in, but with free tongue I speak,
"The faults of great men through their [cerecloths] break."
They do, we're sorry for't; it is our fate:
To live in fear and die to live in hate.
I leave him to your sentence; doom him, lords,
The fact is great, whilst I sit by and sigh.
My gracious lord, I pray be merciful.
Although his trespass far exceed his years,
Think him to be your own as I am yours;
Call him not son-in-law. The law I fear
Will fall too soon upon his name and him;
Temper his fault with pity.
Good my lord,
Then 'twill not taste so bitter and unpleasant
Upon the judge's palate, for offenses
Gilt o'er with mercy show like fairest women,
Good only for their beauties, which wash'd of,
No sin is uglier.
I beseech your grace,
Be soft and mild: let not relentless law,
Look with an iron forehead on our brother.
He yields small comfort yet; hope he shall die,
And if a bastard's wish might stand in force,
Would all the court were turn'd into a corse.
No pity yet? Must I rise fruitless then?
A wonder in a woman. Are my knees
Of such low metal that without respect--
Let the offender stand forth.
'Tis the duke's pleasure that impartial doom
Shall take [fast] hold of his unclean attempt.
A rape! Why, 'tis the very core of lust,
And which was worse,
Committed on the Lord Antonio's wife,
That general honest lady. Confess, my lord!
What mov'd you to't?
Why, flesh and blood, my lord.
What should move men unto a woman else?
Oh, do not jest thy doom; trust not an axe
Or sword too far: the law is a wise serpent
And quickly can beguile thee of thy life.
Tho' marriage only has [made] thee my brother,
I love thee so far; play not with thy death.
I thank you, troth; good admonitions, faith,
If I'd the grace now to make use of them.
That lady's name has spread such a fair wing
Over all Italy, that if our tongues
Were sparing toward the fact, judgment itself
Would be condemned and suffer in men's thoughts.
Well then, 'tis done, and it would please me well
Were it to do again: sure [she's] a goddess,
For I'd no power to see her and to live.
It falls out true in this, for I must die:
Her beauty was ordain'd to be my scaffold.
And yet [methinks] I might be easier [cess'd],
My fault being sport, let me but die in jest.
This be the sentence.
Oh, keep 't upon your tongue; let it not slip:
Death too soon steals out of a lawyer's lip.
Be not so cruel-wise.
Your grace must pardon us;
'Tis but the justice of the law.
Is grown more subtle than a woman should be.
[Aside] Now, now he dies; rid 'em away.
[Aside] Oh, what it is to have an old, cool duke,
To be as slack in tongue as in performance!
Confirm'd; this be the doom irrevocable.
Pray be a-bed, my lord.
Your grace much wrongs yourself.
No, 'tis that tongue,
Your too much right, does do us too much wrong.
Let that offender--
Live, and be in health.
Be on a scaffold--
Hold, hold, my lord.
[Aside] Pax on't,
What makes my dad speak now?
We will defer the judgment till next sitting.
In the meantime let him be kept close prisoner:
Guard, bear him hence.
[Ambitioso and Supervacuo take Junior aside.]
Brother, this makes for thee;
Fear not, we'll have a trick to set thee free.
Brother, I will expect it from you both,
And in that hope I rest.
Farewell, be merry.
Exit [Junior] with a guard.
[Aside] Delay'd, deferr'd! Nay, then if judgment have cold blood,
Flattery and bribes will kill it.
About it then, my lords, with your best powers;
More serious business calls upon our hours.
Exeunt [omnes]. Manet Duchess.
Wast ever known step-duchess was so mild
And calm as I? Some now would plot his death
With easy doctors, those loose-living men,
And make his wither'd grace fall to his grave
And keep church better.
Some second wife would do this, and dispatch
Her double-loath'd lord at meat and sleep.
Indeed, 'tis true an old man's twice a child.
Mine cannot speak; one of his single words
Would quite have freed my youngest, dearest son
From death or durance, and have made him walk
With a bold foot upon the thorny law,
Whose prickles should bow under him: but 'tis not,
And therefore wedlock, faith, shall be forgot.
I'll kill him in his forehead; hate there feed:
That wound is deepest tho' it never bleed.
[Aside] And here comes he whom my heart points unto,
His bastard son, but my love's true-begot.
Many a wealthy letter have I sent him,
Swell'd up with jewels, and the timorous man
Is yet but coldly kind;
That jewel's mine that quivers in his ear,
Mocking his master's chillness and vain fear.
H'as spied me now.
Madam? Your grace so private?
My duty on your hand.
[He kisses her hand.]
Upon my hand, sir! Troth, I think you'd fear
To kiss my hand too if my lip stood there.
Witness I would not, madam.
Tis a wonder,
For ceremony [has] made many fools.
It is as easy way unto a duchess
As to a hatted dame, if her love answer,
But that by timorous honours, pale respects,
Idle degrees of fear, men make their ways
Hard of themselves. What have you thought of me?
Madam, I ever think of you in duty,
Puh, upon my love, I mean!
I would 'twere love, but ['t 'as] a fouler name
Than lust; you are my father's wife: your grace may guess now
What I could call it.
Why, th'art his son but falsely;
'Tis a hard question whether he begot thee.
I'faith, 'tis true too; I'm an uncertain man,
Of more uncertain woman. Maybe his groom
A' th' stable begot me; you know I know not.
He could ride a horse well; a shrewd suspicion, marry!
He was wondrous tall; he had his length, i'faith,
For peeping over half shut holy-day windows:
Men would desire him light! When he was afoot,
He made a goodly show under a penthouse,
And when he rid, his hat would check the signs
And clatter barbers' basins.
Nay, set you a-horseback once,
You'll ne'er light off.
Indeed, I am a beggar.
That's more the sign thou art great. But to our love:
Let it stand firm both in thought and mind.
That the duke was thy father, as no doubt then
He bid fair for't, thy injury is the more,
For had he cut thee a right diamond,
Thou hadst been next set in the dukedom's ring
When his worn self like age's easy slave
Had dropp'd out of the collet into th' grave.
What wrong can equal this? Canst thou be tame
And think upon't?
No, mad and think upon't!
Who would not be reveng'd of such a father,
E'en in the worst way? I would thank that sin
That could most injury him and be in league with it.
Oh, what a grief 'tis, that a man should live
But once i' th' world, and then to live a bastard,
The curse a' the womb, the thief of nature,
Begot against the seventh commandment,
Half-damn'd in the conception, by the justice
Of that unbribed, everlasting law!
Oh, I'd a hot-back'd devil to my father!
Would not this mad e'en patience, make blood rough?
Who but an eunuch would not sin, his bed
By one false minute disinherited?
Ay, there's the vengeance that my birth was wrapp'd in;
I'll be reveng'd for all. Now hate begin;
I'll call foul incest but a venial sin.
Cold still? In vain then must a duchess woo?
Madam, I blush to say what I will do.
Thence flew sweet comfort, earnest and farewell.
[She kisses him.]
Oh, one incestuous kiss picks open hell!
[Aside] Faith, now, old duke, my vengeance shall reach high;
I'll arm thy brow with woman's heraldry.
Duke, thou didst do me wrong, and by thy act
Adultery is my nature.
Faith, if the truth were known, I was begot
After some gluttonous dinner; some stirring dish
Was my first father. When deep healths went round,
And ladies' cheeks were painted red with wine,
Their tongues as short and nimble as their heels,
Uttering words sweet and thick, and when they [rose]
Were merrily dispos'd to fall again:
In such a whisp'ring and withdrawing hour,
When base male-bawds kept sentinel at stair-head,
Was I stol'n softly. Oh, damnation met
The sin of feasts, drunken adultery!
I feel it swell me; my revenge is just:
I was begot in impudent wine and lust.
Stepmother, I consent to thy desires;
I love thy mischief well, but I hate thee
And those three cubs, thy sons, wishing confusion,
Death, and disgrace may be their epitaphs.
As for my brother, the duke's only son,
Whose birth is more beholding to report
Than mine, and yet perhaps as falsely sown--
Women must not be trusted with their own--
I'll loose my days upon him: hate all I.
Duke, on thy brow I'll draw my bastardy,
For indeed a bastard by nature should make cuckolds,
Because he is the son of a cuckold-maker.
[I.iii. The palace]
Enter Vindici and Hippolito, Vindici in disguise [as Piato] to attend Lord Lussurioso, the duke's son.
What, brother? Am I far enough from myself?
As if another man had been sent
Into the world, and none wist how he came.
It will confirm me bold, the child a' th' court:
Let blushes dwell i' th' country. Impudence,
Thou goddess of the palace, [mistress] of [mistresses]
To whom the costly-perfum'd people pray,
Strike thou my forehead into dauntless marble,
Mine eyes to steady sapphires: turn my visage,
And if I must needs glow, let me blush inward
That this immodest season may not spy
That scholar in my cheeks, fool-bashfulness,
That maid in the old time, whose flush of grace
Would never suffer her to get good clothes.
Our maids are wiser and are less asham'd;
Save grace the bawd I seldom hear grace nam'd!
Nay, brother, you reach out a' th' verge now.
'Sfoot, the duke's son! Settle your looks.
Pray let me not be doubted.
Hippolito? Be absent; leave us.
My lord, after long search, wary inquiries
And politic siftings, I made choice of yon fellow,
Whom I guess rare for many deep employments;
This our age swims within him: and if Time
Had so much hair, I should take him for Time,
He is so near kin to this present minute.
We thank thee. Yet words are but great men's blanks:
Gold, tho' it be dumb, does utter the best thanks.
[He gives Hippolito gold.]
Your plenteous honour; an ex'lent fellow, my lord.
So, give us leave.
Welcome, be not far off, we must be better acquainted. Push, be bold with us, thy hand!
With all my heart, i'faith. How dost, sweet musk-cat?
When shall we lie together?
[Aside] Wondrous knave!
Gather him into boldness? 'Sfoot, the slave's
Already as familiar as an ague,
And shakes me at his pleasure!--Friend, I can
Forget myself in private, but elsewhere,
I pray do you remember me.
Oh, very well, sir.
I conster myself saucy.
What hast been?
Of what profession?
A bawd, my lord,
One that sets bones together.
[Aside] Notable bluntness!
Fit, fit for me, e'en train'd up to my hand.--
Thou hast been scrivener to much knavery then?
Fool to abundance, sir. I have been witness
To the surrenders of a thousand virgins,
And not so little;
I have seen patrimonies wash'd a' pieces,
Fruit-fields turn'd into bastards,
And in a world of acres,
Not so much dust due to the heir 'twas left to
As would well gravel a petition!
[Aside] Fine villain! Troth, I like him wondrously.
He's e'en shap'd for my purpose.--Then thou know'st
I' th' world strange lust.
Oh, Dutch lust! Fulsome lust!
Drunken procreation, which begets
So many drunkards! Some father dreads not, gone
To bed in wine, to slide from the mother
And cling the daughter-in-law,
Some uncles are adulterous with their nieces,
Brothers with brothers' wives. Oh, hour of incest!
Any kin now next to the rim a' th' sister
Is man's meat in these days, and in the morning
When they are up and dress'd, and their mask on,
Who can perceive this save that eternal eye
That sees through flesh and all well. If anything be damn'd,
It will be twelve a' clock at night; that twelve
Will never 'scape:
It is the Judas of the hours, wherein
Honest salvation is betray'd to sin.
In troth, it is too; but let this talk glide.
It is our blood to err, tho' hell gap'd loud:
Ladies know Lucifer fell, yet still are proud.
Now, sir. Wert thou as secret as thou'rt subtle,
And deeply fadom'd into all estates,
I would embrace thee for a near employment,
And thou shouldst swell in money, and be able
To make lame beggars crouch to thee.
Secret? I ne'er had that disease a' th' mother,
I praise my father: why are men made close,
But to keep thoughts in best? I grant you this,
Tell but some woman a secret overnight,
Your doctor may find it in the urinal i' th' morning.
But, my lord--
So, thou'rt confirmed in me,
And thus I enter thee.
This Indian devil
Will quickly enter any man but a usurer;
He prevents that by ent'ring the devil first.
Attend me: I am past my [depth] in lust
And I must swim or drown; all my desires
Are level'd at a virgin not far from court,
To whom I have convey'd by messenger
Many wax'd lines, full of my neatest spirit,
And jewels that were able to ravish her
Without the help of man, all which and more
She, foolish-chaste, sent back, the messengers
Receiving frowns for answers.
'Tis a rare phoenix, whoe'er she be,
If your desires be such, she so repugnant.
In troth, my lord, I'd be reveng'd and marry her.
Push, the dowry of her blood and of her fortunes
Are both too mean, good enough to be bad withal.
I'm one of that number can defend
Marriage is good, yet rather keep a friend.
Give me my bed by stealth; there's true delight:
What breeds a loathing in't but night by night?
A very fine religion!
I'll trust thee in the business of my heart
Because I see thee well experienc'd
In this luxurious day wherein we breathe.
Go thou, and with a smooth, enchanting tongue
Bewitch her ears and cozen her of all grace.
Enter upon the portion of her soul,
Her honour, which she calls her chastity,
And bring it into expense, for honesty
Is like a stock of money laid to sleep,
Which ne'er so little broke does never keep.
You have gi'n 't the tang, i'faith, my lord.
Make known the lady to me, and my brain
Shall swell with strange invention: I will move it
Till I expire with speaking, and drop down
Without a word to save me; but I'll work.
We thank thee, and will raise thee: receive her name;
It is the only daughter to Madam Gratiana,
The late widow.
[Aside] Oh, my sister, my sister!
Why dost walk aside?
My lord, I was thinking how I might begin,
As thus, "Oh, lady," or twenty hundred devices;
Her very bodkin will put a man in.
Ay, or the wagging of her hair.
No, that shall put you in, my lord.
Shall 't? Why, content. Dost know the daughter then?
Oh, ex'lent well by sight.
That was her brother
That did prefer thee to us.
My lord, I think so;
I knew I had seen him somewhere.
And therefore, prithee, let thy heart to him
Be as a virgin, close.
Oh, [my] good lord!
We may laugh at that simple age within him.
Ha, ha, ha!
Himself being made the subtle instrument
To wind up a good fellow.
That's I, my lord.
To entice and work his sister.
A pure novice!
'Twas finely manag'd.
[Aside] A pretty, perfum'd villain!
I've bethought me,
If she prove chaste still and immoveable,
Venture upon the mother, and with gifts
As I will furnish thee, begin with her.
Oh, fie, fie, that's the wrong end, my lord! 'Tis mere impossible that a mother by any gifts should become a bawd to her own daughter!
Nay, then I see thou'rt but a puny in the subtle mystery of a woman.
Why, 'tis held now no dainty dish: the name
Is so in league with age that nowadays
It does eclipse three quarters of a mother.
Dost so, my lord?
Let me alone then to eclipse the fourth.
Why, well said; come, I'll furnish thee, but first
Swear to be true in all.
Nay, but swear!
I hope your honour little doubts my faith.
Yet for my humour's sake, 'cause I love swearing.
'Cause you love swearing, 'slud, I will.
Ere long look to be made of better stuff.
That will do well indeed, my lord.
Now let me burst: I've eaten noble poison!
We are made strange fellows, brother, innocent villains.
Wilt not be angry when thou hear'st on't, think'st thou?
I'faith, thou shalt; swear me to foul my sister!
Sword, I durst make a promise of him to thee,
Thou shalt dis-heir him, it shall be thine honour!
And yet now angry froth is down in me,
It would not prove the meanest policy
In this disguise to try the faith of both;
Another might have had the selfsame office,
Some slave that would have wrought effectually,
Ay, and perhaps o'erwrought 'em. Therefore I,
Being thought travell'd, will apply myself
Unto the selfsame form, forget my nature,
As if no part about me were kin to 'em;
So touch 'em, tho' I durst almost for good
Venture my lands in heaven upon their [blood].
[I.iv. Antonio's house]
Enter the discontented Lord Antonio, whose wife the Duchess' youngest son ravish'd, he discovering the body of her dead to [Piero and other] certain Lords and Hippolito.
Draw nearer, lords, and be sad witnesses
Of a fair, comely building newly fall'n,
Being falsely undermined: violent rape
Has play'd a glorious act. Behold, my lords,
A sight that strikes man out of me.
That virtuous lady?
President for wives!
The blush of many women, whose chaste presence
Would e'en call shame up to their cheeks,
And make pale wanton sinners have good colours--
Her honour first drunk poison, and her life,
Being fellows in one house, did pledge her honour.
Oh, grief of many!
I mark'd not this before.
A prayer book the pillow to her cheek,
This was her rich confection, and another
Plac'd in her right hand, with a leaf tuck'd up,
Pointing to these words:
"Melius virtute mori, quam per dedecus vivere."
True and effectual it is indeed.
My lord, since you invite us to your sorrows,
Let's truly taste 'em, that with equal comfort
As to ourselves we may relieve your wrongs;
We have grief too that yet walks without tongue:
Curae leves loquuntur, majores stupent.
You deal with truth, my lord.
Lend me but your attentions, and I'll cut
Long grief into short words: last revelling night,
When torch-light made an artificial noon
About the court, some courtiers in the masque,
Putting on better faces than their own,
Being full of fraud and flattery, amongst whom
The duchess' youngest son, that moth to honour,
Fill'd up a room, and with long lust to eat
Into my wearing, amongst all the ladies,
Singled out that dear form, who ever liv'd
As cold in lust as she is now in death,
Which that step-duchess' monster knew too well;
And therefore in the height of all the revels,
When music was hard loudest, courtiers busiest,
And ladies great with laughter. Oh, vicious minute!
Unfit but for relation to be spoke of!
Then with a face more impudent than his vizard,
He harried her amidst a throng of panders,
That live upon damnation of both kinds,
And fed the ravenous vulture of his lust!
Oh, death to think on't! She, her honour forc'd,
Deem'd it a nobler dowry for her name
To die with poison than to live with shame.
A wondrous lady; of rare fire compact:
Sh'as made her name an empress by that act.
My lord, what judgment follows the offender?
Faith, none, my lord: it cools and is deferr'd.
Delay the doom for rape?
Oh, you must note who 'tis should die:
The Duchess' son; she'll look to be a saver.
"Judgment in this age is ne'er kin to favour."
[Drawing his sword] Nay, then step forth, thou bribeless officer.
I bind you all in steel to bind you surely:
Here let your oaths meet to be kept and paid,
Which else will stick like rust and shame the blade.
Strengthen my vow, that if at the next sitting
Judgment speak all in gold, and spare the blood
Of such a serpent, e'en before their seats,
To let his soul out, which long since was found
Guilty in heaven.
We swear it and will act it.
Kind gentlemen, I thank you in mine ire.
The ruins of so fair a monument
Should not be dipp'd in the defacer's blood.
Her funeral shall be wealthy, for her name
Merits a tomb of pearl. My Lord Antonio,
For this time wipe your lady from your eyes;
No doubt our grief and yours may one day court it,
When we are more familiar with revenge.
That is my comfort, gentlemen, and I joy
In this one happiness above the rest,
Which will be call'd a miracle at last,
That being an old man I'd a wife so chaste.
II.i. [Vindici's house]
Enter Castiza the sister.
How hardly shall that maiden be beset
Whose only fortunes are her constant thoughts,
That has no other child's part but her honour
That keeps her low and empty in estate.
Maids and their honours are like poor beginners:
Were not sin rich there would be fewer sinners.
Why had not virtue a revenue? Well,
I know the cause: 'twould have impoverish'd hell.
How now, Dondolo?
[Madonna], there is one, as they say, a thing of flesh and blood, a man I take him by his beard, that would very desirously mouth to mouth with you.
Show his teeth in your company.
I understand thee not.
Why, speak with you, Madonna!
Why, say so, madman, and cut of a great deal of dirty way. Had it not been better spoke in ordinary words that one would speak with me?
Ha, ha, that's as ordinary as two shillings! I would strive a little to show myself in my place: a gentleman usher scorns to use the phrase and fancy of a serving-man.
Yours be your [own], sir; go direct him hither.
I hope some happy tidings from my brother
That lately travell'd, whom my soul affects.
Enter [Vindici] her brother disguised [as Piato].
Here he comes.
[Giving her a jewel] Lady, the best of wishes to your sex,
Fair skins and new gowns.
Oh, they shall thank you, sir.
Oh, from a dear and worthy friend, mighty!
The duke's son!
A box a' th' ear to her brother.
I swore I'd put anger in my hand
And pass the virgin limits of myself
To him that next appear'd in that base office
To be his sin's attorney; bear to him
That figure of my hate upon thy cheek
Whilst 'tis yet hot, and I'll reward thee for't.
Tell him my honour shall have a rich name
When several harlots shall share his with shame.
Farewell; commend me to him in my hate!
It is the sweetest box
That e'er my nose came nigh,
The finest drawn-work cuff that e'er was worn.
I'll love this blow forever, and this cheek
Shall still hence forward take the wall of this.
Oh, I'm above my tongue! Most constant sister,
In this thou hast right honourable shown;
Many are call'd by their honour that have none.
Thou art approv'd forever in my thoughts.
It is not in the power of words to taint thee,
And yet for the salvation of my oath,
As my resolve in that point, I will lay
Hard siege unto my mother, tho' I know
A siren's tongue could not bewitch her so.
[Aside] Mass, fitly here she comes; thanks, my disguise.--
Madam, good afternoon.
Y'are welcome, sir.
The next of Italy commends him to you,
Our mighty expectation, the duke's son.
I think myself much honour'd that he pleases
To rank me in his thoughts.
So may you, lady:
One that is like to be our sudden duke;
The crown gapes for him every tide, and then
Commander o'er us all. Do but think on him;
How bless'd were they now that could pleasure him
E'en with anything almost.
Ay, save their honour.
Tut, one would let a little of that go too
And ne'er be seen in't: ne'er be seen [in't], mark you;
I'd wink and let it go.
Marry, but I would not.
Marry, but I would I hope; I know you would too,
If you'd that blood now which you gave your daughter.
To her indeed 'tis this wheel comes about:
That man that must be all this, perhaps ere morning,
For his white father does but mould away,
Has long desir'd your daughter.
Nay, but hear me:
He desires now that will command hereafter.
Therefore be wise; I speak as more a friend
To you than him. Madam, I know y'are poor
And 'lack the day, there are too many poor ladies already:
Why should you vex the number? 'Tis despis'd.
Live wealthy, rightly understand the world,
And chide away that foolish country girl
Keeps company with your daughter, chastity.
Oh, fie, fie,
The riches of the world cannot hire
A mother to such a most unnatural task!
No, but a thousand angels can:
Men have no power; angels must work you to't.
The world descends into such base-born evils
That forty angels can make fourscore devils.
There will be fools still, I perceive, still [fools].
Would I be poor, dejected, scorn'd of greatness,
Swept from the palace, and see other daughters
Spring with the dew a' th' court, having mine own
So much desir'd and lov'd by the duke's son?
No, I would raise my state upon her breast
And call her eyes my tenants; I would count
My yearly maintenance upon her cheeks,
Take coach upon her lip, and all her parts
Should keep men after men, and I would ride
In pleasure upon pleasure.
You took great pains for her, once when it was;
Let her requite it now, tho' it be but some:
You brought her forth; she may well bring you home.
Oh, heavens! This overcomes me.
[Aside] Not, I hope, already?
It is too strong for me; men know that know us:
We are so weak their words can overthrow us.
He touch'd me nearly, made my virtues bate
When his tongue struck upon my poor estate.
[Aside] I e'en quake to proceed; my spirit turns edge.
I fear me she's unmother'd, yet I'll venture:
"That woman is all male whom none can enter."--
What think you now, lady? Speak, are you wiser?
What said advancement to you? Thus it said:
The daughter's fall lifts up the mother's head.
Did it not, madam? But I'll swear it does
In many places; tut, this age fears no man:
"'Tis no shame to be bad, because 'tis common."
Ay, that's the comfort on't.
[Aside] The comfort on't!--
[Giving her gold] I keep the best for last: can these persuade you
To forget heaven and--
Ay, these are they--
That enchant our sex; these are the means
That govern our affections. That woman
Will not be troubled with the mother long
That sees the comfortable shine of you;
I blush to think what for your sakes I'll do!
[Aside] Oh, suff'ring heaven, with thy invisible finger
E'en at this instant turn the precious side
Of both mine eye-balls inward, not to see myself!
Look you, sir.
[Giving him gold] Let this thank your pains.
Oh, you're a kind [madam].
I'll see how I can move.
Your words will sting.
If she be still chaste I'll ne'er call her mine.
[Aside] Spoke truer than you meant it.
Oh, she's yonder.
[Aside] Troops of celestial soldiers guard her heart;
Yon dam has devils enough to take her part.
Madam, what makes yon evil-offic'd man
In presence of you?
He lately brought
Immodest writing sent from the duke's son
To tempt me to dishonourable act.
Dishonourable act? Good honourable fool,
That wouldst be honest 'cause thou wouldst be so,
Producing no one reason but thy will.
And 't 'as a good report, prettily commended,
But pray by whom? Mean people, ignorant people;
The better sort I'm sure cannot abide it.
And by what rule should we square out our lives
But by our betters actions? Oh, if thou knew'st
What 'twere to lose it, thou would never keep it!
But there's a cold curse laid upon all maids:
Whilst other[s] clip the sun, they clasp the shades!
Virginity is paradise, lock'd up.
You cannot come by yourselves without fee,
And 'twas decreed that man should keep the key!
Deny advancement, treasure, the duke's son!
I cry you mercy. Lady, I mistook you.
Pray did you see my mother? Which way went you?
Pray God I have not lost her.
[Aside] Prettily put by.
Are you as proud to me as coy to him?
Do you not know me now?
Why, are you she?
The world's so chang'd, one shape into another:
It is a wise child now that knows her mother.
[Aside] Most right, i'faith.
I owe your cheek my hand
For that presumption now, but I'll forget it.
Come, you shall leave those childish 'haviours
And understand your time; fortunes flow to you.
What, will you be a girl?
If all fear'd drowning that spy waves ashore,
Gold would grow rich and all the merchants poor.
It is a pretty saying of a wicked one, but methinks now
It does not show so well out of your mouth,
Better in his.
[Aside] Faith, bad enough in both,
Were I in earnest, as I'll seem no less.--
I wonder, lady, your own mother's words
Cannot be taken, nor stand in full force.
'Tis honesty you urge. What's honesty?
'Tis but heavens beggar,
And what woman is so foolish to keep honesty,
And be not able to keep herself? No,
Times are grown wiser and will keep less charge:
A maid that has small portion now intends
To break up house and live upon her friends.
How bless'd are you; you have happiness alone:
Others must fall to thousands, you to one,
Sufficient in himself to make your forehead
Dazzle the world with jewels, and petitionary people
Start at your presence.
Oh, if I were young,
I should be ravish'd!
Ay, to lose your honour.
'Slid, how can you lose your honour
To deal with my lord's grace?
He'll add more honour to it by his title;
Your mother will tell you how.
That I will.
Oh, think upon the pleasure of the palace:
Secured ease and state, the stirring meats,
Ready to move out of the dishes,
That e'en now quicken when they're eaten,
Banquets abroad by torch-light, musics, sports,
Bare-headed vassals that had ne'er the fortune
To keep on their own hats but let horns [wear] 'em,
Nine coaches waiting. Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Ay, to the devil.
[Aside] Ay, to the devil!--To th' duke, by my faith.
Ay, to the duke: daughter, you'd scorn to think
A' th' devil and you were there once.
True, for most
There are as proud as he for his heart, i'faith.
Who'd sit at home in a neglected room,
Dealing her short-liv'd beauty to the pictures
That are as useless as old men, when those
Poorer in face and fortune than herself
Walk with a hundred acres on their backs,
Fair meadows cut into green foreparts? Oh,
It was the greatest blessing ever happened to women
When farmers' sons agreed, and met again,
To wash their hands and come up gentlemen;
The commonwealth has flourish'd ever since.
Lands that were [mete] by the rod, that labours spar'd:
Tailors ride down, and measure 'em by the yard.
Fair trees, those comely foretops of the field,
Are cut to maintain head-tires, much untold.
All thrives but chastity; she lies a-cold.
Nay, shall I come nearer to you? Mark but this:
Why are there so few honest women but
Because 'tis the poorer profession?
That's accounted best that's best followed:
Least in trade, least in fashion,
And that's not honesty. Believe it, and do
But note the [low] and dejected price of it:
"Lose but a pearl, we search and cannot brook it,
But that once gone, who is so mad to look it?"
Troth, he says true.
False! I defy you both!
I have endur'd you with an ear of fire;
Your tongues have struck hot irons on my face!
Mother, come from that poisonous woman there.
Do you not see her? She's too inward then.
Slave, perish in thy office! You heavens, please
Henceforth to make the mother a disease,
Which first begins with me, yet I've outgone you.
[Aside] Oh angels, clap your wings upon the skies,
And give this virgin crystal plaudities!
Peevish, coy, foolish! But return this answer:
My lord shall be most welcome when his pleasure
Conducts him this way. I will sway mine own;
Women with women can work best alone.
Indeed, I'll tell him so.
Oh, more uncivil, more unnatural,
Than those base-titled creatures that look downward!
Why does not heaven [turn] black, or with a frown
Undo the world? Why does not earth start up
And strike the sins that tread upon't? Oh,
Wert not gold and women, there would be no damnation;
Hell would look like a lord's great kitchen without fire in't!
But 'twas decreed before the world began
That they should be the hooks to catch at man.
[II.ii. The palace]
Enter Lussurioso with Hippolito, Vindici's brother.
I much applaud thy judgment; thou art well-read in a fellow,
And 'tis the deepest art to study man.
I know this, which I never learnt in schools:
The world's divided into knaves and fools.
[Aside] Knave in your face, my lord, behind your back.
And I much thank thee that thou hast preferr'd
A fellow of discourse, well-mingled,
And whose brain time hath season'd.
True, my lord.
[Aside] We shall find season once I hope. Oh, villain,
To make such an unnatural slave of me! But--
[Enter Vindici, disguised as Piato.]
Mass, here he comes.
[Aside] And now shall I have free leave to depart.
Your absence; leave us.
[Aside] Are not my thoughts true?
I must remove; but brother, you may stay:
Heart, we are both made bawds a new-found way!
Now we're an even number; a third man's dangerous,
Especially her brother. Say, be free:
Have I a pleasure toward?
Oh, my lord!
Ravish me in thine answer. Art thou rare?
Hast thou beguil'd her of salvation,
And rubb'd hell o'er with honey? Is she a woman?
In all but in desire.
Then she's in nothing;
I bate in courage now.
The words I brought,
Might well have made indifferent-honest naught.
A right good woman in these days is chang'd
Into white money with less labour far:
Many a maid has turn'd to Mahomet
With easier working. I durst undertake
Upon the pawn and forfeit of my life
With half those words to flat a Puritan's wife,
But she is close and good. Yet 'tis a doubt
By this time: oh, the mother, the mother!
I never thought their sex had been a wonder
Until this minute. What fruit from the mother?
[Aside] Now must I blister my soul, be forsworn,
Or shame the woman that receiv'd me first.
I will be true; thou liv'st not to proclaim:
Spoke to a dying man, shame has no shame.--
Here's none but I, my lord.
What would thy haste utter?
The maid being dull, having no mind to travel
Into unknown lands, what did me straight
But set spurs to the mother; golden spurs
Will put her to a false gallop in a trice.
Is't possible that in this
The mother should be damn'd before the daughter?
Oh, that's good manners, my lord; the mother
For her age must go foremost, you know.
Thou'st spoke that true! But where comes in this comfort?
In a fine place, my lord. The unnatural mother
Did with her tongue so hard beset her honour
That the poor fool was struck to silent wonder,
Yet still the maid like an unlighted taper
Was cold and chaste, save that her mothers breath
Did blow fire on her [cheeks]; the girl departed,
But the good, ancient madam half-mad threw me
These promising words, which I took deeply note of:
"My lord shall be most welcome"--
Faith, I thank her.
"When his pleasure conducts him this way"--
That shall be soon, i'faith.
"I will sway mine own"--
She does the wiser; I commend her for't.
"Women with women can work best alone."
By this light, and so they can. Give 'em their due;
Men are not comparable to 'em.
That's true, for you shall have one woman knit
More in a hour than any man can ravel
Again in seven and twenty year.
Desires are happy, I'll make 'em freemen now.
Thou art a precious fellow; faith, I love thee.
Be wise and make it thy revenue: beg, leg!
What office couldst thou be ambitious for?
Office, my lord? Marry, if I might have my wish
I would have one that was never begg'd yet.
Nay, then thou canst have none.
Yes, my lord,
I could pick out another office yet,
Nay, and keep a horse and drab upon't.
Prithee, good bluntness, tell me.
Why I would desire but this,
My lord: to have all the fees behind the arras,
And all the farthingales that fall plump
About twelve a' clock at night upon the rushes.
Thou'rt a mad, apprehensive knave.
Dost think to make any great purchase of that?
Oh, 'tis an unknown thing,
My lord; I wonder 't 'as been miss'd so long.
Well, this night I'll visit her, and 'tis till then
A year in my desires. Farewell, attend,
Trust me with thy preferment.
My lov'd lord!
Oh, shall I kill him a' th' wrong side now? No.
Sword, thou wast never a back-biter yet.
I'll pierce him to his face; he shall die looking upon me.
Thy veins are swell'd with lust; this shall unfill 'em:
Great men were gods if beggars could not kill 'em.
Forgive me, heaven, to call my mother wicked;
Oh, lessen not my days upon the earth!
I cannot honour her; by this I fear me
Her tongue has turn'd my sister into use.
I was a villain not to be forsworn
To this our lecherous hope, the duke's son,
For lawyers, merchants, some divines and all
Count beneficial perjury a sin small.
It shall go hard yet, but I'll guard her honour
And keep the ports sure.
Brother, how goes the world? I would know news of you,
But I have news to tell you.
What, in the name of knavery?
This vicious old duke's worthily abus'd:
The pen of his bastard writes him cuckold!
Pray, believe it: he and the duchess
By night meet in their linen; they have been seen
By stair-foot panders!
Oh, sin foul and deep,
Great faults are wink'd at when the duke's asleep!
[Enter Spurio and his two Servants, one whispering to him.]
See, see, here comes the Spurio.
Unbrac'd, two of his valiant bawds with him.
Oh, there's a wicked whisper; hell is in his ear!
Stay, let's observe his passage.
Oh, but are you sure on't?
My lord, most sure on't, for 'twas spoke by one
That is most inward with the duke's son's lust,
That he intends within this hour to steal
Unto Hippolito's sister, whose chaste life
The mother has corrupted for his use.
Sweet world, sweet occasion! Faith, then, brother
I'll disinherit you in as short time,
As I was when I was begot in haste:
I'll damn you at your pleasure: precious deed
After your lust; oh, 'twill be fine to bleed!
Come, let our passing out be soft and wary.
Exeunt [Spurio and Servants].
Mark, there, there, that step! Now to the duchess:
This their second meeting writes the duke cuckold
With new additions, his horns newly reviv'd.
Night, thou that lookst like funeral heralds' fees
Torn down betimes i' th' morning, thou hang'st fitly
To grace those sins that have no grace at all.
Now 'tis full sea a-bed over the world;
There's juggling of all sides. Some that were maids
E'en at sunset are now perhaps i' th' toll-book:
This woman in immodest, thin apparel
Lets in her friend by water; here a dame
Cunning nails leather hinges to a door,
To avoid proclamation.
Now cuckolds are a-coining, apace, apace, apace, apace;
And careful sisters spin that thread i' th' night
That does maintain them and their bawds i' th' day!
You flow well, brother.
Puh, I'm shallow yet,
Too sparing and too modest. Shall I tell thee?
If every trick were told that's dealt by night,
There are few here that would not blush outright.
I am of that belief too.
[Aside to Hippolito] Who's this comes?
The duke's son up so late! Brother, fall back,
And you shall learn some mischief.--My good lord.
Piato! Why, the man I wish'd for. Come,
I do embrace this season for the fittest
To taste of that young lady.
[Aside] Heart and hell!
[Aside] Damn'd villain!
[Aside] I ha' no way now to cross it but to kill him.
Come, only thou and I.
My lord, my lord.
Why dost thou start us?
I'd almost forgot: the bastard!
What of him?
This night, this hour, this minute, now!
Shadows the duchess--
And like strong poison eats
Into the duke your father's forehead.
He makes horn royal.
Most ignoble slave!
This is the fruit of two beds.
I am mad!
That passage he trod warily.
And hush'd his villains every step he took.
His villains! I'll confound them!
Take 'em finely, finely now.
The duchess' chamber-door shall not control me.
[Exeunt Lussurioso and Vindici.]
Good, happy, swift; there's gunpowder i' th' court,
Wildfire at midnight in this heedless fury.
He may show violence to cross himself;
I'll follow the event.
[II.iii. The Duke's bedchamber]
[The Duke and Duchess are discovered in bed. Lussurioso and Vindici] enter again [with Hippolito following].
Where is that villain?
Softly, my lord, and you may take 'em twisted.
I care not how!
Oh, 'twill be glorious
To kill 'em doubled, when they're heap'd! Be soft, my lord.
Away! My [spleen] is not so lazy; thus and thus
I'll shake their eyelids ope, and with my sword
Shut 'em again forever.
[He draws his sword and approaches the bed.]
You upper guard defend us!
Oh, take me not in sleep; I have great sins: I must have days,
Nay, months, dear son, with penitential heaves
To lift 'em out and not to die unclear!
Oh, thou wilt kill me both in heaven and here!
I am amaz'd to death.
Nay, villain traitor,
Worse than the foulest epithet, now I'll gripe thee
E'en with the nerves of wrath, and throw thy head
Amongst the lawyer's! Guard!
Enter Nobles and sons [Ambitioso and Supervacuo, with guards].
How comes the quiet of your grace disturb'd?
This boy that should be myself after me
Would be myself before me, and in heat
Of that ambition bloodily rush'd in
Intending to depose me in my bed.
Duty and natural loyalty forfend!
He call'd his father villain and me strumpet,
A word that I abhor to 'file my lips with.
That was not so well done, brother.
I am abus'd.
I know there's no excuse can do me good.
[Aside to Hippolito] 'Tis now good policy to be from sight;
His vicious purpose to our sister's honour
Is cross'd beyond our thought.
[Aside to Vindici] You little dreamt his father slept here.
[Aside to Hippolito] Oh, 'twas far beyond me.
But since it fell so-- Without frightful word,
Would he had kill'd him, 'twould have eas'd our swords.
Be comforted, our duchess: he shall die.
[The Duchess exits as the guards seize Lussurioso. Vindici and Hippolito] dissemble a flight.
Where's this slave-pander now? Out of mine eye,
Guilty of this abuse.
Enter Spurio with his villains [to one side].
Y'are villains, fablers;
You have knaves' chins and harlots' tongues: you lie,
And I will damn you with one meal a day.
Oh, good my lord!
'Sblood, you shall never sup.
Oh, I beseech you, sir!
To let my sword catch cold so long and miss him!
Troth, my lord, 'twas his intent to meet there.
Heart, he's yonder!
Ha! What news here? Is the day out a' th' socket
That it is noon at midnight? The court up?
How comes the guard so saucy with his elbows?
The bastard here?
Nay, then the truth of my intent shall out.
My lord and father, hear me.
Bear him hence.
I can with loyalty excuse.
Excuse? To prison with the villain;
Death shall not long lag after him.
[Aside] Good, i'faith, then 'tis not much amiss.
[To Ambitioso and Supervacuo aside] Brothers, my best release lies on your tongues;
I pray persuade for me.
It is our duties: make yourself sure of us.
We'll sweat in pleading.
And I may live to thank you.
Exeunt [Lussurioso and guards].
[Aside] No, thy death shall thank me better.
He's gone: I'll after him
And know his trespass, seem to bear a part
In all his ills, but with a puritan heart.
Exit [with Servants].
[Aside to Supervacuo] Now, brother, let our hate and love be woven
So subtly together, that in speaking one word for his life,
We may make three for his death:
The craftiest pleader gets most gold for breath.
[Aside to Ambitioso] Set on; I'll not be far behind you, brother.
Is't possible a son
Should be disobedient as far as the sword?
It is the highest; he can go no farther.
My gracious lord, take pity--
Nay, we'd be loath to move your grace too much;
We know the trespass is unpardonable,
Black, wicked, and unnatural.
In a son, oh, monstrous!
Yet, my lord,
A duke's soft hand strokes the rough head of law
And makes it lie smooth.
But my hand shall ne'er do't.
That as you please, my lord.
We must needs confess
Some father would have enter'd into hate,
So deadly pointed, that before his eyes
He would ha' seen the execution sound
Without corrupted favour.
But, my lord,
Your grace may live the wonder of all times
In pard'ning that offence which never yet
Had face to beg a pardon.
Honey? How's this?
Forgive him, good my lord: he's your own son,
And I must needs say 'twas the vildlier done.
He's the next heir, yet this true reason gathers:
None can possess that dispossess their fathers.
[Aside] Here's no stepmother's wit:
I'll try 'em both upon their love and hate.
Be merciful, although--
You have prevail'd:
My wrath like flaming wax hath spent itself.
I know 'twas but some peevish moon in him:
Go, let him be releas'd.
[Aside to Ambitioso] 'Sfoot, how now, brother?
Your grace doth please to speak beside your spleen;
I would it were so happy.
Why, go, release him.
Oh, my good lord, I know the fault's too weighty
And full of general loathing, too inhuman,
Rather by all men's voices worthy death.
'Tis true too.
Here then, receive this signet; doom shall pass:
Direct it to the judges; he shall die
Ere many days. Make haste.
All speed that may be.
We could have wish'd his burthen not so sore;
We knew your grace did but delay before.
Exeunt [Ambitioso and Supervacuo].
Here's envy with a poor, thin cover o'er 't,
Like scarlet hid in lawn, easily spied through.
This their ambition by the mother's side
Is dangerous, and for safety must be purg'd;
I will prevent their envies. Sure it was
But some mistaken fury in our son,
Which these aspiring boys would climb upon:
He shall be releas'd suddenly.
Enter Nobles. [They kneel.]
Good morning to your grace.
Welcome, my lords.
Our knees shall take away the office of our feet forever,
Unless your grace bestow a father's eye
Upon the clouded fortunes of your son,
And in compassionate virtue grant him that
Which makes e'en mean men happy: liberty.
[Aside] How seriously their loves and honours woo
For that which I am about to pray them do!--
Rise, my lords, your knees sign his release:
We freely pardon him.
We owe your grace much thanks, and he much duty.
It well becomes that judge to nod at crimes
That does commit greater himself and lives.
I may forgive a disobedient error
That expect pardon for adultery,
And in my old days am a youth in lust:
Many a beauty have I turn'd to poison
In the denial, covetous of all.
Age hot is like a monster to be seen:
My hairs are white, and yet my sins are green.
III.[i. The palace]
Enter Ambitioso and Supervacuo.
Brother, let my opinion sway you once,
I speak it for the best, to have him die
Surest and soonest; if the signet come
Unto the judges' hands, why, then his doom
Will be deferr'd till sittings and court-days,
Juries and further. Faiths are bought and sold;
Oaths in these days are but the skin of gold.
In troth, 'tis true too!
Then let's set by the judges
And fall to the officers; 'tis but mistaking
The duke our father's meaning, and where he nam'd
"Ere many days," 'tis but forgetting that
And have him die i' th' morning.
Then am I heir, duke in a minute.
And he were once puff'd out, here is a pin
Should quickly prick your bladder.
He being pack'd, we'll have some trick and wile
To wind our younger brother out of prison
That lies in for the rape; the lady's dead,
And people's thoughts will soon be buried.
We may with safety do't, and live and feed;
The duchess' sons are too proud to bleed.
We are, i'faith, to say true. Come, let's not linger.
I'll to the officers; go you before
And set an edge upon the executioner.
Let me alone to grind him.
I am next now; I rise just in that place
Where thou'rt cut off: upon thy neck, kind brother.
The falling of one head lifts up another.
[III.ii. Outside the prison]
Enter with the Nobles, Lussurioso from prison.
My lords, I am so much indebted to your loves
For this, oh, this delivery!
But our duties,
My lord, unto the hopes that grow in you.
If e'er I live to be myself, I'll thank you.
Oh liberty, thou sweet and heavenly dame!
But hell for prison is too mild a name.
[III.iii. The prison]
Enter Ambitioso and Supervacuo, with Officers.
Officers, here's the duke's signet, your firm warrant,
Brings the command of present death along with it
Unto our brother, the duke's son; we are sorry
That we are so unnaturally employ'd
In such an unkind office, fitter far
For enemies than brothers.
But you know,
The duke's command must be obey'd.
It must and shall my lord; this morning then.
Ay, alas, poor good soul,
He must breakfast betimes; the executioner
Stands ready to put forth his cowardly valour.
Already, i'faith. Oh, sir, destruction hies,
And that is least impudent soonest dies.
Troth, you say true, my lord. We take our leaves;
Our office shall be sound: we'll not delay
The third part of a minute.
Therein you show
Yourselves good men and upright officers.
Pray let him die as private as he may;
Do him that favour, for the gaping people
Will but trouble him at his prayers
And make him curse and swear, and so die black.
Will you be so far kind?
It shall be done, my lord.
Why, we do thank you; if we live to be,
You shall have a better office.
Your good lordship.
Commend us to the scaffold in our tears.
We'll weep and do your commendations.
Fine fools in office!
Things fall out so fit.
So happily! Come, brother, ere next clock
His head will be made serve a bigger block.
[III.iv. Junior brother's cell in the prison]
Enter in prison Junior brother.
[Enter the Keeper.]
No news lately from our brothers?
Are they unmindful of us?
My lord, a messenger came newly in
And brought this from 'em.
[He hands him a letter.]
Nothing but paper comforts?
I look'd for my delivery before this
Had they been worth their oaths. Prithee be from us.
[Exit the Keeper.]
Now what say you, forsooth? Speak out, I pray.
[Opens and reads the] letter.
"Brother be of good cheer."
'Slud, it begins like a whore with good cheer!
"Thou shalt not be long a prisoner."
Not five and thirty year like a bankrout, I think so.
"We have thought upon a device to get thee out by a trick."
By a trick! Pox a' your trick and it be so long a-playing!
"And so rest comforted, be merry and expect it suddenly."
Be merry, hang merry, draw and quarter merry, I'll be mad!
Is't not strange that a man should lie in a whole month for a woman? Well, we shall see how sudden our brothers will be in their promise. I must expect still a trick! I shall not be long a prisoner!
[Enter the Keeper with four Officers.]
How now, what news?
Bad news, my lord; I am discharg'd of you.
Slave, call'st thou that bad news? I thank you, brothers!
My lord, 'twill prove so; here come the officers
Into whose hands I must commit you.
Ha, officers? What, why?
You must pardon us, my lord;
Our office must be sound: here is our warrant,
The signet from the duke; you must straight suffer.
Suffer? I'll suffer you to be gone, I'll suffer you
To come no more! What would you have me suffer?
My lord, those words were better chang'd to prayers;
The time's but brief with you: prepare to die.
Sure 'tis not so.
It is too true, my lord.
I tell you 'tis not, for the duke my father
Deferr'd me till next sitting, and I look
E'en every minute, threescore times an hour,
For a release, a trick wrought by my brothers.
A trick, my lord? If you expect such comfort,
Your hopes as fruitless as a barren woman:
Your brothers were the unhappy messengers
That brought this powerful token for your death.
My brothers? No, no!
'Tis most true, my lord.
My brothers to bring a warrant for my death?
How strange this shows!
There's no delaying time.
Desire 'em hither, call 'em up, my brothers!
They shall deny it to your faces.
They're far enough by this, at least at court,
And this most strict command they left behind 'em,
When grief swum in their eyes: they show'd like brothers,
Brimful of heavy sorrow; but the duke
Must have his pleasure.
These were their last words which my memory bears:
"Commend us to the scaffold in our tears."
Pox dry their tears! What should I do with tears?
I hate 'em worse than any citizen's son
Can hate salt water. Here came a letter now,
New-bleeding from their pens, scarce stinted yet;
Would I'd been torn in pieces when I tore it.
Look, you officious whoresons, words of comfort:
"Not long a prisoner."
It says true in that, sir, for you must suffer presently.
A villainous duns upon the letter! Knavish exposition! Look you then here, sir: "we'll get thee out by a trick," says he.
That may hold too, sir, for you know a trick is commonly four cards, which was meant by us four officers.
Worse and worse dealing!
The hour beckons us.
The heads-man waits; lift up your eyes to heaven.
I thank you, faith; good, pretty, wholesome counsel.
I should look up to heaven, as you said,
Whilst he behind me cozens me of my head;
Ay, that's the trick.
You delay too long, my lord.
Stay, good authority's bastards, since I must
Through brothers' perjury die, oh, let me venom
Their souls with curses!
Come, 'tis no time to curse.
Must I bleed then without respect of sign? Well,
My fault was sweet sport, which the world approves;
I die for that which every woman loves.
[III.v. A lodge]
Enter Vindici with Hippolito his brother.
Oh, sweet, delectable, rare, happy, ravishing!
Why, what's the matter, brother?
Oh, 'tis able
To make a man spring up and knock his forehead
Against yon silver ceiling!
Prithee tell me.
Why, may not I partake with you? You vow'd once
To give me share to every tragic thought.
By th' mass, I think I did too.
Then I'll divide it to thee: the old duke
Thinking my outward shape and inward heart
Are cut out of one piece--for he that prates his secrets,
His heart stands a' th' outside--hires me by price
To greet him with a lady
In some fit place veil'd from the eyes a' th' court,
Some dark'ned, blushless angle, that is guilty
Of his forefathers' lusts and great-folks' riots,
To which I easily, to maintain my shape,
Consented, and did wish his impudent grace
To meet her here in this unsunned lodge,
Wherein 'tis night at noon, and here the rather,
Because unto the torturing of his soul
The bastard and the duchess have appointed
Their meeting too in this luxurious circle,
Which most afflicting sight will kill his eyes
Before we kill the rest of him.
'Twill, i'faith, most dreadfully digested.
I see not how you could have miss'd me, brother.
True, but the violence of my joy forgot it.
Ay, but where's that lady now?
Oh, at that word
I'm lost again; you cannot find me yet:
I'm in a throng of happy apprehensions!
He's suited for a lady; I have took care
For a delicious lip, a sparkling eye:
You shall be witness brother.
Be ready; stand with your hat off.
Troth, I wonder what lady it should be?
Yet 'tis no wonder, now I think again,
To have a lady stoop to a duke that stoops unto his men.
'Tis common to be common through the world:
And there's more private common shadowing vices
Than those who are known both by their names and prices.
[Taking off his hat] 'Tis part of my allegiance to stand bare
To the duke's concubine, and here she comes.
Enter [Vindici] with the skull of his love dress'd up in tires.
Madam, his grace will not be absent long.
Secret? Ne'er doubt us, madam; 'twill be worth
Three velvet gowns to your ladyship. Known?
Few ladies respect that. Disgrace? A poor, thin shell;
'Tis the best grace you have to do it well.
I'll save your hand that labour; I'll unmask you.
[Draws back the tires.]
Why, brother, brother!
Art thou beguil'd now? Tut, a lady can
At such, all hid, beguile a wiser man.
Have I not fitted the old surfeiter
With a quaint piece of beauty? Age and bare bone
Are e'er allied in action: here's an eye
Able to tempt a great man to serve God,
A pretty, hanging lip that has forgot now to dissemble;
Methinks this mouth should make a swearer tremble,
A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em
To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.
Here's a cheek keeps her colour, let the wind go whistle:
Spout rain, we fear thee not; be hot or cold
Alls one with us. And is not he absurd
Whose fortunes are upon their faces set,
That fear no other God but wind and wet?
Brother, y'ave spoke that right.
Is this the form that living shone so bright?
The very same;
And now methinks I [could] e'en chide myself
For doting on her beauty, tho' her death
Shall be reveng'd after no common action.
Does the silkworm expend her yellow labours
For thee? For thee does she undo herself?
Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships
For the poor benefit of a bewitching minute?
Why does yon fellow falsify highways
And put his life between the judge's lips
To refine such a thing, keeps horse and men
To beat their valours for her?
Surely we're all mad people, and they
Whom we think are, are not; we mistake those:
'Tis we are mad in sense, they but in clothes.
Faith, and in clothes too we; give us our due.
Does every proud and self-affecting dame
Camphor her face for this, and grieve her maker
In sinful baths of milk, when many an infant starves,
For her superfluous outside fall for this?
Who now bids twenty pound a-night, prepares
Music, perfumes, and sweetmeats? All are hush'd;
Thou mayst lie chaste now! It were fine, methinks,
To have thee seen at revels, forgetful feasts,
And unclean brothels; sure 'twould fright the sinner
And make him a good coward, put a reveller
Out of his antic amble,
And cloy an epicure with empty dishes.
Here might a scornful and ambitious woman
Look through and through herself; see, ladies, with false forms
You deceive men but cannot deceive worms.
Now to my tragic business. Look you, brother,
I have not fashion'd this only for show
And useless property; no, it shall bear a part
E'en in [its] own revenge.
[Applies poison to the skull's mouth.]
This very skull,
Whose mistress the duke poisoned, with this drug,
The mortal curse of the earth, shall be reveng'd
In the like strain, and kiss his lips to death.
As much as the dumb thing can, he shall feel:
What fails in poison, we'll supply in steel.
Brother, I do applaud thy constant vengeance,
The quaintness of thy malice above thought.
So 'tis laid on. Now come and welcome, duke;
I have her for thee. I protest it, brother:
Methinks she makes almost as fair a sign
As some old gentlewoman in a periwig.
Hide thy face now for shame; thou hadst need have a mask now:
'Tis vain when beauty flows, but when it fleets,
This would become graves better than the streets.
You have my voice in that. Hark, the duke's come!
Peace, let's observe what company he brings,
And how he does absent 'em, for you know
He'll wish all private: brother, fall you back a little
With the bony lady.
That I will.
So, so: now nine years' vengeance crowd into a minute!
[Enter the Duke talking to his Gentlemen.]
You shall have leave to leave us, with this charge:
Upon your lives, if we be miss'd by th' duchess
Or any of the nobles, to give out
We're privately rid forth.
[Aside] Oh, happiness!
With some few honourable gentlemen, you may say;
You may name those that are away from court.
Your will and pleasure shall be done, my lord.
[Exeunt the Gentlemen.]
[Aside] Privately rid forth!
He strives to make sure work on't.--Your good grace?
Piato, well done. Hast brought her? What lady is't?
Faith, my lord, a country lady, a little bashful at first, as most of them are, but after the first kiss, my lord, the worst is past with them. Your grace knows now what you have to do; sh'as somewhat a grave look with her, but--
I love that best: conduct her.
Have at all.
In gravest looks the greatest faults seem less;
Give me that sin that's rob'd in holiness.
[Aside to Hippolito] Back with the torch; brother, raise the perfumes.
How sweet can a duke [breathe]? Age has no fault;
Pleasure should meet in a perfumed mist.
Lady, sweetly encount'red. I came from court:
I must be bold with you--
[Kisses the skull.]
Oh, what's this? Oh!
Royal villain, white devil!
Place the torch here, that his affrighted eyeballs
May start into those hollows. Duke, dost know
Yon dreadful vizard? View it well: 'tis the skull
Of Gloriana, whom thou poisoned'st last.
Oh, 't 'as poisoned me!
Didst not know that till now?
What are you two?
Villains all three! The very ragged bone
Has been sufficiently reveng'd!
Oh, Hippolito? Call treason!
HIPPOLITO stamping on him
Yes, my good lord: treason, treason, treason!
Then I'm betray'd!
Alas, poor lecher in the hands of knaves:
A slavish duke is baser than his slaves.
My teeth are eaten out!
Hadst any left?
I think but few.
Then those that did eat are eaten.
Oh, my tongue!
Your tongue? 'Twill teach you to kiss closer,
Not like a [slobbering] Dutchman! You have eyes still:
Look, monster, what a lady hast thou made me,
My once betrothed wife!
Is it thou, villain? Nay, then--
'Tis I, 'tis Vindici, 'tis I!
And let this comfort thee: our lord and father
Fell sick upon the infection of thy frowns
And died in sadness; be that thy hope of life!
He had his tongue, yet grief made him die speechless.
Puh, 'tis but early yet; now I'll begin
To stick thy soul with ulcers, I will make
Thy spirit grievous sore: it shall not rest,
But like some pestilent man toss in thy breast. Mark me, duke,
Thou'rt a renowned, high, and mighty cuckold.
Thy bastard, thy bastard rides a-hunting in thy brow.
Millions of deaths!
Nay, to afflict thee more,
Here in this lodge they meet for damned clips;
Those eyes shall see the incest of their lips.
Is there a hell besides this, villains?
Nay, heaven is just: scorns are the hires of scorns;
I ne'er knew yet adulterer without horns.
Once ere they die 'tis quitted.
Hark, the music!
Their banquet is prepar'd; they're coming.
Oh, kill me not with that sight!
Thou shalt not lose that sight for all thy dukedom.
What? Is not thy tongue eaten out yet?
Then we'll invent a silence. Brother, stifle the torch.
Nay, faith, we'll have you hush'd now with thy dagger.
Nail down his tongue, and mine shall keep possession
About his heart: if he but gasp he dies;
We dread not death to quittance injuries. Brother,
If he but wink, not brooking the foul object,
Let our two other hands tear up his lids,
And make his eyes like comets shine through blood;
When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good.
Whist, brother: music's at our ear, they come.
Enter [Spurio] the bastard meeting the Duchess. [They kiss.]
Had not that kiss a taste of sin, 'twere sweet.
Why, there's no pleasure sweet but it is sinful.
True, such a bitter sweetness fate hath given;
Best side to us is the worst side to heaven.
Push, come: 'tis the old duke thy doubtful father;
The thought of him rubs heaven in thy way,
But I protest by yonder waxen fire,
Forget him or I'll poison him.
Madam, you urge a thought which ne'er had life.
So deadly do I loathe him for my birth,
That if he took me hasp'd within his bed,
I would add murther to adultery,
And with my sword give up his years to death.
Why, now thou'rt sociable! Let's in and feast.
Loud'st music sound: pleasure is banquet's guest.
[Loud music.] Exeunt.
I cannot brook--
[Vindici stabs the Duke, who dies.]
The brook is turn'd to blood.
Thanks to loud music.
'Twas our friend indeed:
'Tis state in music for a duke to bleed.
The dukedom wants a head, tho' yet unknown;
As fast as they peep up, let's cut 'em down.
[III.vi. The prison]
Enter the Duchess' two sons, Ambitioso and Supervacuo.
Was not this execution rarely plotted?
We are the duke's sons now.
Ay, you may thank my policy for that.
Your policy for what?
Why, was 't not my invention, brother,
To slip the judges, and in lesser compass,
Did not I draw the model of his death,
Advising you to sudden officers
And e'en extemporal execution?
Heart, 'twas a thing I thought on too.
You thought on't too! 'Sfoot, slander not your thoughts
With glorious untruth! I know 'twas from you.
Sir, I say 'twas in my head.
Ay, like your brains then,
Ne'er to come out as long as you liv'd.
You'd have the honour on't, forsooth, that your wit
Led him to the scaffold.
Since it is my due,
I'll publish 't, but I'll ha't in spite of you.
Methinks y'are much too bold; you should a little
Remember us, brother, next to be honest duke.
Ay, it shall be as easy for you to be duke
As to be honest, and that's never, i'faith.
Well, cold he is by this time, and because
We're both ambitious, be it our amity,
And let the glory be shar'd equally.
I am content to that.
This night our younger brother shall out of prison;
I have a trick.
A trick? Prithee, what is't?
We'll get him out by a wile.
Prithee, what wile?
No, sir, you shall not know it till 't be done,
For then you'd swear 'twere yours.
[Enter an Officer, holding a severed head.]
How now, what's he?
One of the officers.
How now, my friend?
My lords, under your pardon, I am allotted
To that desertless office, to present you
With the yet bleeding head.
[Aside to Ambitioso] Ha, ha, excellent!
[Aside to Supervacuo] All's sure our own: brother, canst weep, think,st thou?
'Twould grace our flattery much; think of some dame:
'Twill teach thee to dissemble.
[Aside to Ambitioso] I have thought;
Now for yourself.
Our sorrows are so fluent,
Our eyes o'erflow our tongues; words spoke in tears
Are like the murmurs of the waters; the sound
Is loudly heard, but cannot be distinguish'd.
How died he, pray?
Oh, full of rage and spleen!
He died most valiantly then; we're glad to hear it.
We could not woo him once to pray.
He show'd himself a gentleman in that:
Give him his due.
But in the stead of prayer,
He drew forth oaths.
Then did he pray, dear heart,
Although you understood him not.
E'en at his last, with pardon be it spoke,
He curs'd you both.
He curs'd us? 'Las, good soul!
It was not in our powers, but the duke's pleasure.
[Aside to Supervacuo] Finely dissembled a' both sides. Sweet fate,
Oh, happy opportunity!
Now, my lords.
Why do you shun me, brothers?
You may come nearer now;
The savour of the prison has forsook me.
I thank such kind lords as yourselves, I'm free.
We were both e'en amaz'd with joy to see it.
I am much to thank you.
Faith, we spar'd no tongue unto my lord the duke.
I know your delivery, brother,
Had not been half so sudden but for us.
Oh, how we pleaded!
Most deserving brothers,
In my best studies I will think of it.
Oh, death and vengeance!
Hell and torments!
Slave, cam'st thou to delude us?
Delude you, my lords?
Ay, villain, where's this head now?
Why, here, my lord.
Just after his delivery, you both came
With warrant from the duke to behead your brother.
Ay, our brother, the duke's son.
The duke's son,
My lord, had his release before you came.
Whose head's that then?
His whom you left command for, your own brother's.
Our brother's? Oh, furies!
Fell it out so accursedly?
Villain, I'll brain thee with it!
Oh, my good lord!
[Exit Officer, running.]
The devil overtake thee!
Oh, prodigious to our bloods!
Did we dissemble?
Did we make our tears women for thee?
Laugh and rejoice for thee?
Bring warrant for thy death?
Mock off thy head?
You had a trick, you had a wile, forsooth!
A murrain meet 'em! There's none of these wiles
That ever come to good: I see now
There is nothing sure in mortality but mortality.
Well, no more words; shalt be reveng'd, i'faith.
Come, throw off clouds now, brother, think of vengeance
And deeper-settled hate. Sirrah, sit fast:
We'll pull down all, but thou shalt down at last.
IV.i. [The palace]
Enter Lussurioso with Hippolito.
My lord, has your good lordship
Ought to command me in?
I prithee leave us.
[Aside] How's this? Come and leave us?
I stand ready for any duteous employment.
Heart, what mak'st thou here?
[Aside] A pretty, lordly humour:
He bids me to be present, to depart;
Something has stung his honour.
Be nearer, draw nearer:
Ye are not so good, methinks; I'm angry with you.
With me, my lord? I'm angry with myself for't.
You did prefer a goodly fellow to me.
'Twas wittily elected, 'twas; I thought
H'ad been a villain, and he proves a knave,
To me a knave.
I chose him for the best, my lord.
'Tis much my sorrow if neglect in him,
Breed discontent in you.
Neglect? 'Twas will! Judge of it:
Firmly to tell of an incredible act,
Not to be thought, less to be spoken of,
'Twixt my stepmother and the bastard, oh,
Incestuous sweets between 'em!
Fie, my lord!
I, in kind loyalty to my father's forehead,
Made this a desperate arm, and in that fury
Committed treason on the lawful bed,
And with my sword e'en [ras'd] my father's bosom,
For which I was within a stroke of death.
Alack, I'm sorry.
Enter Vindici [disguised as Piato].
[Aside] 'Sfoot, just upon the stroke
Jars in my brother; 'twill be villainous music.
My honoured lord.
Away! Prithee forsake us;
Hereafter we'll not know thee.
Not know me, my lord? Your lordship cannot choose.
Be gone, I say: thou art a false knave.
Why, the easier to be known, my lord.
Push, I shall prove too bitter with a word,
Make thee a perpetual prisoner,
And lay this ironage upon thee!
For there's a doom would make a woman dumb.
[Aside] Missing the bastard, next him, the wind's come about;
Now 'tis my brother's turn to stay, mine to go out.
H'as greatly mov'd me.
Much to blame, i'faith.
But I'll recover to his ruin: 'twas told me lately,
I know not whether falsely, that you'd a brother.
Who I? Yes, my good lord, I have a brother.
How chance the court ne'er saw him? Of what nature?
How does he apply his hours?
Faith, to curse fates,
Who, as he thinks, ordain'd him to be poor,
Keeps at home full of want and discontent.
There's hope in him, for discontent and want
Is the best clay to mould a villain of.
Hippolito, wish him repair to us,
If there be ought in him to please our blood;
For thy sake we'll advance him and build fair
His meanest fortunes, for it is in us
To rear up towers from cottages.
It is so, my lord, he will attend your honour;
But he's a man in whom much melancholy dwells.
Why, the better; bring him to court.
With willingness and speed.
[Aside] Whom he cast off e'en now must now succeed.
Brother, disguise must off;
In thine own shape now I'll prefer thee to him:
How strangely does himself work to undo him.
This fellow will come fitly; he shall kill
That other slave that did abuse my spleen
And made it swell to treason. I have put
Much of my heart into him; he must die.
He that knows great men's secrets and proves slight,
That man ne'er lives to see his beard turn white.
Ay, he shall speed him; I'll employ the brother:
Slaves are but nails to drive out one another.
He being of black condition, suitable
To want and ill content, hope of preferment
Will grind him to an edge.
The Nobles enter.
Good days unto your honour.
My kind lords, I do return the like.
Saw you my lord the duke?
My lord and father, is he from court?
He's sure from court,
But where, which way his pleasure took, we know not,
Nor can we hear on't.
[Enter the Duke's Gentlemen.]
Here come those should tell.
Saw you my lord and father?
Not since two hours before noon, my lord,
And then he privately rid forth.
Oh, he's [rid] forth?
'Twas wondrous privately.
There's none i' th' court had any knowledge on't.
His grace is old and sudden; 'tis no treason
To say the duke my father has a humour
Or such a toy about him: what in us
Would appear light, in him seems virtuous.
'Tis oracle, my lord.
[IV.ii. The palace]
Enter [Vindici] and Hippolito, Vindici out of his disguise.
So, so, all's as it should be; y'are yourself.
How that great villain puts me to my shifts!
He that did lately in disguise reject thee
Shall, now thou art thyself, as much respect thee.
'Twill be the quainter fallacy; but, brother,
'Sfoot, what use will he put me to now, think'st thou?
Nay, you must pardon me in that, I know not:
H'as some employment for you, but what 'tis
He and his secretary, the devil, knows best.
Well, I must suit my tongue to his desires,
What colour soe'er they be, hoping at last
To pile up all my wishes on his breast.
Faith, brother, he himself shows the way.
Now the duke is dead, the realm is clad in clay:
His death being not yet known, under his name
The people still are govern'd. Well, thou his son
Art not long-liv'd; thou shalt not 'joy his death:
To kill thee then, I should most honour thee,
For 'twould stand firm in every man's belief
Thou'st a kind child and only died'st with grief.
You fetch about well, but let's talk in present.
How will you appear in fashion different,
As well as in apparel, to make all things possible?
If you be but once tripp'd, we fall forever.
It is not the least policy to be doubtful;
You must change tongue: familiar was your first.
Why, I'll bear me in some strain of melancholy
And string myself with heavy-sounding wire,
Like such an instrument, that speaks merry
Then 'tis as I meant:
I gave you out at first in discontent.
I'll turn myself, and then--
[Aside to Vindici] 'Sfoot, here he comes!
Hast thought upon't?
[Aside to Hippolito] Salute him, fear not me.
What's he yonder?
'Tis Vindici, my discontented brother,
Whom 'cording to your will I've brought to court.
Is that thy brother? Beshrew me, a good presence;
I wonder h'as been from the court so long. [To Vindici] Come nearer.
Brother, Lord Lussurioso, the duke['s] son.
[Vindici] snatches off his hat and makes legs to him.
Be more near to us; welcome, nearer yet.
How don you? God you god den.
We thank thee.
How strangely such a coarse, homely salute
Shows in the palace, where we greet in fire
Nimble and desperate tongues; should we name
God in a salutation, 'twould ne'er be stood on't. Heaven!
Tell me, what has made thee so melancholy?
Why, going to law.
Why, will that make a man melancholy?
Yes, to look long upon ink and black buckram: I went me to law in anno quadregesimo secundo, and I waded out of it in anno sextagesimo tertio.
What, three and twenty years in law?
I have known those that have been five and fifty, and all about pullen and pigs.
May it be possible such men should breath,
To vex the terms so much?
'Tis food to some, my lord. There are old men at the present that are so poisoned with the affectation of law-words, having had many suites canvass'd, that their common talk is nothing but Barbary Latin: they cannot so much as pray but in law, that their sins may be remov'd with a writ of error, and their souls fetch'd up to heaven with a sasarara.
It seems most strange to me,
Yet all the world meets round in the same bent:
Where the heart's set, there goes the tongue's consent.
How dost apply thy studies, fellow?
Study? Why, to think how a great, rich man lies a-dying, and a poor cobbler tolls the bell for him; how he cannot depart the world, and see the great chest stand before him; when he lies speechless, how he will point you readily to all the boxes; and when he is past all memory, as the gossips guess, then thinks he of forfeitures and obligations; nay, when to all men's hearings he whirls and rattles in the throat, he's busy threat'ning his poor tenants; and this would last me now some seven years thinking or thereabouts. But I have a conceit a-coming in picture upon this: I draw it myself, which, i'faith la, I'll present to your honour; you shall not choose but like it, for your lordship shall give me nothing for it.
Nay, you mistake me then,
For I am publish'd bountiful enough;
Let's taste of your conceit.
In picture, my lord?
Ay, in picture.
Marry, this it is:
"A usuring father to be boiling in hell,
And his son and heir with a whore dancing over him."
[Aside] H'as par'd him to the quick.
The conceit's pretty, i'faith,
But take 't upon my life, 'twill ne'er be lik'd.
No? Why, I'm sure the whore will be lik'd well enough.
[Aside] Ay, if she were out a' th' picture, he'd like her then himself.
And as for the son and heir, he shall be an eyesore to no young revellers, for he shall be drawn in cloth-of-gold breeches.
And thou hast put my meaning in the pockets
And canst not draw that out; my thought was this:
To see the picture of a usuring father
Boiling in hell, our rich men would ne'er like it.
Oh, true, I cry you heartily mercy! I know the reason, for some of 'em had rather be damn'd indeed than damn'd in colours.
[Aside] A parlous melancholy; h'as wit enough
To murder any man, and I'll give him means.--
I think thou art ill-monied.
Money! Ho, ho!
'T 'as been my want so long, 'tis now my scoff.
I've e'en forgot what colour silver's of.
[Aside] It hits as I could wish.
I get good clothes
Of those that dread my humour, and for tableroom,
I feed on those that cannot be rid of me.
[Giving him gold] Somewhat to set thee up withal.
Oh, mine eyes!
How now, man?
Almost struck blind!
This bright, unusual shine to me seems proud;
I dare not look till the sun be in a cloud.
[Aside] I think I shall affect his melancholy.--
How are they now?
The better for your asking.
You shall be better yet if you but fasten
Truly on my intent; now y'are both present,
I will unbrace such a close, private villain
Unto your vengeful swords, the like ne'er heard of,
Who hath disgrac'd you much and injur'd us.
Disgraced us, my lord?
I kept it here till now that both your angers
Might meet him at once.
To know the villain.
You know him: that slave pander,
Piato, whom we threatened last
With iron's perpetual prisonment.
[Aside] All this is I.
Is't he, my lord?
I'll tell you,
You first preferr'd him to me.
Did you, brother?
I did indeed.
And the ingrateful villain,
To quit that kindness, strongly wrought with me,
Being as you see a likely man for pleasure,
With jewels to corrupt your virgin sister.
He shall surely die that did it.
Ay, far from thinking any virgin harm,
Especially knowing her to be as chaste
As that part which scarce suffers to be touch'd,
Th' eye would not endure him.
Would you not, my lord?
'Twas wondrous honourably done.
But with some [fine] frowns kept him out.
What did me he but in revenge of that
Went of his own free will to make infirm
Your sister's honour, whom I honour with my soul
For chaste respect, and not prevailing there,
As 'twas but desperate folly to attempt it,
In mere spleen, by the way, waylays your mother,
Whose honour being a coward as it seems
Yielded by little force.
He, proud of their advantage, as he thought,
Brought me these news for happy, but I,
Heaven forgive me for't--
What did your honour?
In rage push'd him from me,
Trampled beneath his throat, spurn'd him, and bruis'd:
Indeed I was too cruel, to say troth.
Most nobly manag'd.
Has not heaven an ear? Is all lightning wasted?
If I now were so impatient in a modest cause,
What should you be?
Full mad: he shall not live
To see the moon change.
He's about the palace;
Hippolito, entice him this way, that thy brother
May take full mark of him.
Heart, that shall not need, my lord,
I can direct him so far.
Yet for my hate's sake,
Go, wind him this way; I'll see him bleed myself.
[Taking Vindici aside] What now, brother?
Nay, e'en what you will: y'are put to't, brother.
An impossible task, I'll swear,
To bring him hither that's already here.
Thy name, I have forgot it.
[Vindici], my lord.
'Tis a good name, that.
Ay, a revenger.
It does betoken courage: [thou] shouldst be valiant
And kill thine enemies.
That's my hope, my lord.
This slave is one.
I'll doom him.
Then I'll praise thee.
Do thou observe me best, and I'll best raise thee.
Indeed, I thank you.
Where's the slave pander?
Your good lordship
Would have a loathsome sight of him, much offensive.
He's not in case now to be seen, my lord;
The worst of all the deadly sins is in him:
That beggarly damnation, drunkenness.
Then he's a double slave.
[Aside to Hippolito] 'Twas well convey'd
Upon a sudden wit.
What, are you both
Firmly resolv'd? I'll see him dead myself.
Or else let not us live.
You may direct
Your brother to take note of him.
Rise but in this and you shall never fall.
Your honour's vassals.
[Aside] This was wisely carried.
Deep policy in us makes fools of such:
Then must a slave die when he knows too much.
Oh, thou almighty patience, 'tis my wonder
That such a fellow, impudent and wicked,
Should not be cloven as he stood,
Or with a secret wind burst open!
Is there no thunder left, or is't kept up
In stock for heavier vengeance? There it goes!
Brother, we lose ourselves.
But I have found it.
'Twill hold, 'tis sure; thanks, thanks to any spirit
That mingled it 'mongst my inventions!
'Tis sound and good, thou shalt partake it:
I'm hir'd to kill myself.
Prithee mark it:
And the old duke being dead but not convey'd,
For he's already miss'd too, and you know
Murder will peep out of the closest husk.
What say you then to this device,
If we dress'd up the body of the duke?
In that disguise of yours.
Y'are quick, y'ave reach'd it.
I like it wondrously.
And being in drink, as you have publish'd him,
To lean him on his elbow, as if sleep had caught him,
Which claims most interest in such sluggy men.
Good yet, but here's a doubt:
[We], thought by th' duke's son to kill that pander,
Shall when he is known be thought to kill the duke.
Neither. Oh, thanks, it is substantial!
For that disguise being on him, which I wore,
It will be thought I, which he calls the pander,
Did kill the duke and fled away in his apparel,
Leaving him so disguis'd to avoid swift pursuit.
Firmer and firmer.
Nay, doubt not 'tis in grain;
I warrant it hold colour.
Let's about it.
But, by the way too, now I think on't, brother,
Let's conjure that base devil out of our mother.
[IV.iii. The palace]
Enter the Duchess arm in arm with the bastard [Spurio]; he seemeth lasciviously to her. After them, enter Supervacuo, running with a rapier, his brother [Ambitioso] stops him.
Madam, unlock yourself; should it be seen,
Your arm would be suspected.
Who is't that dares suspect, or this or these?
May not we deal our favours where we please?
I'm confident you may.
Exeunt [Duchess and Spurio].
'Sfoot, brother, hold!
Woult let the bastard shame us?
Hold, hold, brother;
There's fitter time than now.
Now, when I see it!
'Tis too much seen already.
Seen and known,
The nobler she's, the baser is she grown.
If she were bent lasciviously, the fault
Of mighty women that sleep soft. Oh, death,
Must she needs choose such an unequal sinner
To make all worse?
A bastard, the duke's bastard!
Shame heap'd on shame!
Oh, our disgrace!
Most women have small [waist] the world throughout,
But [their] desires are thousand miles about.
Come, stay not here, let's after and prevent,
Or else they'll sin faster than we'll repent.
[IV.iv. Vindici's house]
Enter [Vindici] and Hippolito bringing out [their] mother [Gratiana], one by one shoulder, and the other by the other, with daggers in their hands.
Oh, thou for whom no name is bad enough!
What means my sons? What, will you murder me?
Wicked, unnatural parent!
Fiend of women!
Oh! Are sons turn'd monsters? Help!
Are you so barbarous to set iron nipples
Upon the breast that gave you suck?
Is turned to quarled poison.
Cut not your days for't: am not I your mother?
Thou dost usurp that title now by fraud,
For in that shell of mother breeds a bawd.
A bawd? Oh, name far loathsomer than hell!
It should be so, knew'st thou thy office well.
I hate it!
Ah, is't possible, you powers on high,
That women should dissemble when they die?
Did not the duke's son direct
A fellow of the world's condition hither,
That did corrupt all that was good in thee,
Made thee uncivilly forget thyself,
And work our sister to his lust?
That had been monstrous! I defy that man
For any such intent: none lives so pure
But shall be soil'd with slander.
Good son, believe it not.
Oh, I'm in doubt,
Whether I'm myself or no.
Stay, let me look again upon this face.
Who shall be sav'd when mothers have no grace?
'Twould make one half despair.
I was the man.
Defy me now? Let's see do't modestly.
Oh, hell unto my soul!
In that disguise, I sent from the duke's son,
Tried you, you, and found you base metal
As any villain might have done.
No tongue but yours could have bewitch'd me so.
Oh, nimble in damnation, quick in tune;
There is no devil could strike fire so soon!
I am confuted in a word.
Forgive me; to myself I'll prove more true:
You that should honour me, I kneel to you.
A mother to give aim to her own daughter.
True, brother, how far beyond nature 'tis,
Tho' many mothers do't.
Nay, and you draw tears once, go you to bed.
Wet will make iron blush and change to red:
Brother, it rains, 'twill spoil your dagger; house it.
I'faith, 'tis a sweet shower; it does much good.
The fruitful grounds and meadows of her soul
Has been long dry: pour down thou blessed dew.
Rise, mother; troth, this shower has made you higher.
Oh, you heavens!
Take this infectious spot out of my soul;
I'll rinse it in seven waters of mine eyes.
Make my tears salt enough to taste of grace.
To weep is to our sex naturally given,
But to weep truly, that's a gift from heaven.
Nay, I'll kiss you now. Kiss her, brother.
Let's marry her to our souls, wherein's no lust,
And honourably love her.
Let it be.
For honest women are so [seld] and rare,
'Tis good to cherish those poor few that are.
Oh, you of easy wax, do but imagine
Now the disease has left you, how leprously
That office would have cling'd unto your forehead.
All mothers that had any graceful hue
Would have worn masks to hide their face at you;
It would have grown to this: at your foul name
Green-colour'd maids would have turn'd red with shame.
And then our sister, full of hire and baseness--
There had been boiling lead again.
The duke's son's great concubine!
A drab of state, a cloth-a'-silver slut,
To have her train borne up and her soul trail
I' th' dirt: great!
To be miserably great; rich,
To be eternally wretched.
Oh, common madness!
Ask but the thriving'st harlot in cold blood,
She'd give the world to make her honour good.
Perhaps you'll say but only to th' duke's son
In private; why, she first begins with one
Who afterward to thousand proves a whore:
"Break ice in one place, it will crack in more."
Most certainly applied.
Oh, brother, you forget our business.
And well rememb'red; joy's a subtle elf:
I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.
Farewell, once dried, now holy-wat'red mead;
Our hearts wear feathers that before wore lead.
I'll give you this, that one I never knew
Plead better for and 'gainst the devil than you.
You make me proud on't.
Commend us in all virtue to our sister.
Ay, for the love of heaven, to that true maid.
With my best words.
Why, that was motherly said.
Exeunt [Vindici and Hippolito].
I wonder now what fury did transport me?
I feel good thoughts begin to settle in me.
Oh, with what forehead can I look on her
Whose honour I've so impiously beset?
And here she comes.
Now, mother, you have wrought with me so strongly
That what for my advancement, as to calm
The trouble of your tongue: I am content.
Content to what?
To do as you have wish'd me,
To prostitute my breast to the duke's son,
And to put myself to common usury.
I hope you will not so!
Hope you I will not?
That's not the hope you look to be saved in.
Truth, but it is.
Do not deceive yourself;
I am as you e'en out of marble wrought.
What would you now? Are ye not pleas'd yet with me?
You shall not wish me to be more lascivious
Than I intend to be.
Strike not me cold.
How often have you charg'd me on your blessing
To be a cursed woman! When you knew
Your blessing had no force to make me lewd,
You laid your curse upon me. That did more;
The mother's curse is heavy: where that fights,
Suns set in storm and daughters lose their lights.
Good child, dear maid, if there be any spark
Of heavenly intellectual fire within thee,
Oh, let my breath revive it to a flame!
Put not all out with woman's wilful follies.
I am recover'd of that foul disease
That haunts too many mothers. Kind, forgive me;
Make me not sick in health: if then
My words prevail'd when they were wickedness,
How much more now when they are just and good?
I wonder what you mean. Are not you she
For whose infect persuasions I could scarce
Kneel out my prayers, and had much ado
In three hours reading to untwist so much
Of the black serpent as you wound about me?
'Tis unfruitful, held tedious to repeat what's past;
I'm now your present mother.
Push, now 'tis too late.
Bethink again, thou know'st not what thou sayst.
No? Deny advancement, treasure, the duke's son?
I spoke those words, and now they poison me!
What will the deed do then?
Advancement? True, as high as shame can pitch.
For treasure, whoe'er knew a harlot rich,
Or could build by the purchase of her sin
An hospital to keep their bastards in?
The duke's son! Oh, when women are young courtiers,
They are sure to be old beggars!
To know the miseries most harlots taste,
Thou'dst wish thyself unborn when thou art unchaste.
Oh, mother, let me twine about your neck,
And kiss you till my soul melt on your lips:
I did but this to try you.
Oh, speak truth!
Indeed, I did not, for no tongue has force
To alter me from honest.
If maidens would, men's words could have no power.
A virgin honour is a crystal tower,
Which being weak is guarded with good spirits:
Until she basely yields no ill inherits.
Oh, happy child! Faith and thy birth hath saved me.
'Mongst thousands daughters happiest of all others!
[Be] thou a glass for maids, and I for mothers.
[V.i. A room in the palace]
Enter [Vindici] and Hippolito [with the Duke's corpse in Piato's clothes, which they prop up in chair].
So, so, he leans well; take heed you wake him not, brother.
I warrant you, my life for yours.
That's a good lay, for I must kill myself!
Brother, that's I: that sits for me, do you mark it?
And I must stand ready here to make away myself yonder: I must sit to be kill'd, and stand to kill myself. I could vary it not so little as thrice over again, 't 'as some eight returns like Michaelmas Term.
That's enow, a' conscience.
But, sirrah, does the duke's son come single?
No, there's the hell on't, his faith's too feeble to go alone; he brings flesh-flies after him that will buzz against suppertime and hum for his coming out.
Ah, the fly-flop of vengeance beat 'em to pieces! Here was the sweetest occasion, the fittest hour, to have made my revenge familiar with him, show him the body of the duke his father, and how quaintly he died like a politician in huggermugger, made no man acquainted with it, and in catastrophe slain him over his father's breast, and oh, I'm mad to lose such a sweet opportunity!
Nay, push, prithee be content! There's no remedy present; may not hereafter times open in as fair faces as this?
They may if they can paint so well.
Come, now to avoid all suspicion, let's forsake this room, and be going to meet the duke's son.
Content, I'm for any weather.
Heart, step close, here he comes!
My honour'd lord?
Oh, me; you both present?
E'en newly, my lord, just as your lordship enter'd now; about this place we had notice given he should be, but in some loathsome plight or other.
Came your honour private?
Private enough for this: only a few
Attend my coming out.
[Aside] Death rot those few!
Stay, yonder's the slave.
Mass, there's the slave indeed, my lord!
[Aside] 'Tis a good child, he calls his father slave.
Ay, that's the villain, the damn'd villain: softly,
Puh, I warrant you, my lord,
We'll stifle in our breaths.
That will do well.
[Aside] Base rogue, thou sleepest thy last; 'tis policy
To have him kill'd in's sleep, for if he wak'd
He would betray all to them.
But, my lord--
Ha, what sayst?
Shall we kill him now he's drunk?
Ay, best of all.
Why, then he will ne'er live to be sober.
No matter, let him reel to hell.
But being so full of liquor, I fear he will put out all the fire--
Thou art a mad beast.
And leave none to warm your lordship's golls withal,
For he that dies drunk falls into hellfire
Like a bucket a' water, qush, qush.
Come, be ready, nake your swords; think of your wrongs:
This slave has injur'd you.
[Aside] Troth, so he has,
And he has paid well for't.
Meet with him now.
You'll bear us out, my lord?
Puh, am I a lord for nothing think you? Quickly, now.
Sa, sa, sa! [Stabs the corpse.] Thump, there he lies.
Nimbly done. Ha? Oh, villains, murderers,
'Tis the old duke my father!
That's a jest.
What stiff and cold already?
Oh, pardon me to call you from your names;
'Tis none of your deed: that villain Piato,
Whom you thought now to kill, has murder'd him
And left him thus disguis'd.
And not unlikely.
Oh, rascal! Was he not asham'd
To put the duke into a greasy doublet?
He has been cold and stiff who knows how long?
[Aside] Marry, that do I!
No words, I pray, of anything intended.
Oh, my lord!
I would fain have your lordship think that we have small reason to prate.
Faith, thou sayst true; I'll forthwith send to court
For all the nobles, bastard, duchess, all,
How here by miracle we found him dead,
And in his raiment that foul villain fled.
That will be the best way, my lord, to clear us all: let's cast about to be clear.
Ho, Nencio, Sordido, and the rest!
Enter all [Lussurioso's attendants].
Be witnesses of a strange spectacle:
Choosing for private conference that sad room,
We found the duke my father 'geal'd in blood.
My lord, the duke! Run, hie thee, Nencio,
Startle the court by signifying so much.
[Aside to Hippolito] Thus much by wit a deep revenger can:
When murder's known, to be the clearest man.
We're fardest off, and with as bold an eye
Survey his body as the standers-by.
My royal father, too basely let blood
By a malevolent slave!
[Aside to Vindici] Hark, he calls thee slave again.
[Aside to Hippolito] Ha's lost, he may.
Oh, sight, look hither! See, his lips are gnawn with poison!
How! His lips? By th' mass, they be!
Oh, villain! Oh, rogue! Oh, slave! Oh, rascal!
[Aside] Oh, good deceit! He quits him with like terms.
[Enter Ambitioso, Supervacuo, Spurio, Duchess, the Duke's Gentlemen, Nobles, and guards.]
Over what roof hangs this prodigious comet
In deadly fire?
Behold, behold, my lords:
The duke my father's murder'd by a vassal
That owes this habit, and here left disguis'd.
My lord and husband!
I have seen these clothes often attending on him.
[Aside] That nobleman has been i' th' country, for he does not lie.
[Aside to Ambitioso] Learn of our mother; let's dissemble too.
I am glad he's vanish'd; so I hope are you.
[Aside to Supervacuo] Ay, you may take my word for't.
[Aside] Old Dad dead?
Ay, one of his cast sins will send the fates
Most hearty commendations by his own son.
I'll tug the new stream till strength be done.
Where be those two that did affirm to us
My lord the duke was privately rid forth?
Oh, pardon us, my lords, he gave that charge
Upon our lives if he were miss'd at court
To answer so; he rode not anywhere,
We left him private with that fellow here.
Oh heavens, that false charge was his death!
Impudent beggars, durst you to our face,
Maintain such a false answer? Bear him straight
Urge me no more.
In this excuse may be call'd half the murther.
[Aside] You've sentenc'd well.
Away, see it be done.
[Exit the First Gentleman, guarded.]
[Aside] Could you not stick? See what confession doth.
Who would not lie when men are hang'd for truth?
[Aside to Vindici] Brother, how happy is our vengeance?
[Aside to Hippolito] Why, it hits,
Past the apprehension of indifferent wits.
My lord, let post-horse be sent
Into all places to entrap the villain.
[Aside] Post-horse? Ha, ha!
My lord, we're something bold to know our duty.
You father's accidentally departed;
The titles that were due to him meet you.
Meet me? I'm not at leisure, my good lord;
I've many griefs to dispatch out a' th' way.
[Aside] Welcome, sweet titles!--Talk to me, my lords,
Of sepulchers and mighty emperors' bones,
That's thought for me.
[Aside] So, one may see by this
How foreign markets go:
Courtiers have feet a' th' nines and tongues a' th' twelves;
They flatter dukes and dukes flatter themselves.
My lord, it is your shine must comfort us.
Alas, I shine in tears like the sun in April.
You're now my lord's grace.
My lord's grace? I perceive you'll have it so.
'Tis but your own.
Then heavens give me grace to be so.
[Aside] He prays well for himself.
Madam, all sorrows
Must run their circles into joys; no doubt but time
Will make the murderer bring forth himself.
[Aside] He were an ass then, i'faith.
In the mean season,
Let us bethink the latest funeral honours
Due to the duke's cold body, and withal,
Calling to memory our new happiness,
Spread in his royal son: lords, gentlemen,
Prepare for revels.
Time hath several falls.
Griefs lift up joys, feasts put down funerals.
Come then, my lords, my favours to you all.
[Aside] The duchess is suspected foully bent;
I'll begin dukedom with her banishment.
Exeunt Duke [Lussurioso], Nobles, [Gentlemen, Attendants,] and Duchess.
[Aside to Vindici] Revels!
[Aside to Hippolito] Ay, that's the word; we are firm yet:
Strike one strain more and then we crown our wit.
Exeunt brothers [Vindici and Hippolito].
Well, have the fairest mark, so said the duke when he begot me,
And if I miss his heart or near about,
Then have at any: a bastard scorns to be out.
Not'st thou that Spurio, brother?
Yes, I note him to our shame.
He shall not live; his hair shall not grow much longer: in this time of revels, tricks may be set afoot. Seest thou yon new moon? It shall out-live the new duke by much; this hand shall dispossess him, then we're mighty.
A masque is treason's license; that build upon:
'Tis murder's best face when a vizard's on.
Is't so? ['Tis] very good.
And do you think to be duke then, kind brother?
I'll see fair play: drop one and there lies t'other.
[V.ii. Vindici's house]
Enter [Vindici] and Hippolito, with Piero and other Lords.
My lords, be all of music; strike old griefs into other countries
That flow in too much milk and have faint livers,
Not daring to stab home their discontents:
Let our hid flames break out as fire, as lightning,
To blast this villainous dukedom vex'd with sin;
Wind up your souls to their full height again.
Any way: our wrongs are such,
We cannot justly be reveng'd too much.
You shall have all enough. Revels are toward,
And those few nobles that have long suppress'd you
Are busied to the furnishing of a masque,
And do affect to make a pleasant tale on't.
The masquing suits are fashioning; now comes in
That which must glad us all: we to take pattern
Of all those suits, the colour, trimming, fashion,
E'en to an undistinguish'd hair almost,
Then ent'ring first, observing the true form,
Within a strain or two we shall find leisure
To steal our swords out handsomely,
And when they think their pleasure sweet and good,
In midst of all their joys, they shall sigh blood.
Before the t'other masquers come.
We're gone, all done and past.
But how for the duke's guard?
Let that alone;
By one and one their strengths shall be drunk down.
There are five hundred gentlemen in the action
That will apply themselves and not stand idle.
Oh, let us hug your bosoms!
Come, my lords,
Prepare for deeds; let other times have words.
[V.iii. The palace banqueting hall]
In a dumb show, the possessing of the young duke [Lussurioso] with all his Nobles. Then sounding music, a furnish'd table is brought forth; then enters the duke [Lussurioso] and his [three] Nobles to the banquet. A blazing star appeareth.
Many harmonious hours and choicest pleasures
Fill up the royal numbers of your years.
My lords, we're pleas'd to thank you [aside] tho' we know
'Tis but your duty now to wish it so.
That shine makes us all happy.
[Aside] His grace frowns?
[Aside] Yet we must say he smiles.
[Aside] I think we must.
[Aside] That foul, incontinent duchess we have banish'd;
The bastard shall not live: after these revels
I'll begin strange ones; he and the stepsons
Shall pay their lives for the first subsidies.
We must not frown so soon, else 't 'ad been now.
My gracious lord, please you prepare for pleasure:
The masque is not far off.
We are for pleasure.
[To the comet] Beshrew thee, what art thou mad'st me start?
Thou hast committed treason: a blazing star!
A blazing star? Oh, where, my lord?
See, see, my lords: a wondrous, dreadful one.
I am not pleas'd at that ill-knotted fire,
That bushing, flaring star. Am not I duke?
It should not quake me now: had it appear'd
Before it, I might then have justly fear'd;
But yet they say, whom art and learning weds,
When stars [wear] locks, they threaten great men's heads.
Is it so? You are read, my lords.
May it please your grace,
It shows great anger.
That does not please our grace.
Yet here's the comfort, my lord: many times
When it seems most, it threatens fardest off.
Faith, and I think so too.
Beside, my lord,
You're gracefully establish'd with the loves
Of all your subjects: and for natural death,
I hope it will be threescore years a-coming.
True. No more but threescore years?
Fourscore I hope, my lord.
And fivescore, I.
But 'tis my hope, my lord, you shall ne'er die.
Give me thy hand; these others I rebuke.
He that hopes so is fittest for a duke.
Thou shalt sit next me; take your places, lords:
We're ready now for sports; let 'em set on.
[To the comet] You thing, we shall forget you quite anon!
I hear 'em coming, my lord.
Enter the Masque of Revengers: the two brothers [Vindici and Hippolito] and two Lords more.
Ah, 'tis well.
[Aside] Brothers and bastard, you dance next in hell.
The Revengers dance. At the end, steal out their swords and these four kill the four at the table in their chairs. It thunders.
Dost know thy cue, thou big-voic'd crier?
Dukes' groans are thunder's watchwords.
So, my lords, you have enough.
Come, let's away, no ling'ring.
Exeunt [Hippolito and the two lords].
No power is angry when the lustful die;
When thunder claps, heaven likes the tragedy.
Exit Vindici. Enter the other masque of intended murderers: stepsons [Ambitioso, Supervacuo], bastard [Spurio], and a Fourth Man [Ambitioso's henchman], coming in dancing; the duke [Lussurioso] recovers a little in voice and groans, calls, "A guard, treason," at which they all start out of their measure, and turning towards the table, they find them all to be murdered.
Whose groan was that?
Treason, a guard!
How now? All murder'd!
And those his nobles?
Here's a labour sav'd:
I thought to have sped him. 'Sblood, how came this?
Then I proclaim myself: now I am duke.
Thou duke! Brother, thou liest.
Slave, so dost thou!
Base villain, hast thou slain my lord and master?
[Kills Spurio.] Enter the first men [Vindici, Hippolito, the two Lords].
Pistols, treason, murder! Help, guard my lord the duke!
[Enter Antonio, guards.]
Lay hold upon this traitor!
[The guards seize the Fourth Man.]
Alas, the duke is murder'd!
And the nobles!
Surgeons, surgeons! Heart, does he breathe so long?
A piteous tragedy, able to [make]
An old man's eyes bloodshot.
Look to my lord the duke! [Aside] A vengeance throttle him!
[To the Fourth Man] Confess, thou murd'rous and [unhallowed] man,
Didst thou kill all these?
None but the bastard I.
How came the duke slain then?
We found him so.
Those in the masque did murder us.
Law you now, sir.
Oh, marble impudence! Will you confess now?
['Sblood], 'tis all false!
Away with that foul monster,
Dipp'd in a prince's blood!
Heart, 'tis a lie!
Let him have bitter execution.
[Exit Fourth Man, guarded.]
[Aside] New marrow! No, I cannot be express'd!--
How fares my lord the duke?
Farewell to all;
He that climbs highest has the greatest fall.
My tongue is out of office.
Air, gentlemen, air!
[Whispering] Now thou'lt not prate on't, 'twas [Vindici] murd'red thee--
Murd'red thy father--
And I am he.
Tell nobody. [Lussurioso dies.] So, so, the duke's departed.
It was a deadly hand that wounded him.
The rest, ambitious who should rule and sway,
After his death were so made all away.
My lord was unlikely.
Now the hope
Of Italy lies in your reverend years.
Your hair will make the silver age again,
When there was fewer but more honest men.
The burden's weighty and will press age down;
May I so rule that heaven [may] keep the crown.
The rape of your good lady has been quitted
With death on death.
Just is the law above.
But of all things it puts me most to wonder
How the old duke came murd'red.
Oh, my lord!
It was the strangeliest carried, I not [heard]
Of the like.
'Twas all done for the best, my lord.
All for your grace's good; we may be bold to speak it now,
'Twas somewhat witty carried, tho' we say it.
'Twas we two murd'red him.
None else, i'faith, my lord; nay, 'twas well manag'd.
Lay hands upon those villains!
[Guards seize Vindici and Hippolito.]
How? On us?
Bear 'em to speedy execution.
Heart, was't not for your good, my lord?
My good! Away with 'em! Such an old man as he!
You that would murder him would murder me.
Is't come about?
'Sfoot, brother, you begun.
May not we set as well as the duke's son?
Thou hast no conscience: are we not reveng'd?
Is there one enemy left alive amongst those?
'Tis time to die when we are ourselves our foes.
When murders shut deeds close, this curse does seal 'em:
If none disclose 'em they themselves reveal 'em!
This murder might have slept in tongueless brass
But for ourselves, and the world died an ass.
Now I remember too, here was Piato
Brought forth a knavish sentence: no doubt, said he,
But time will make the murderer bring forth himself.
'Tis well he died; he was a witch.
And now, my lord, since we are in forever,
This work was ours which else might have been slipp'd,
And if we list, we could have nobles clipp'd
And go for less than beggars, but we hate
To bleed so cowardly; we have enough. I'faith,
We're well: our mother turn'd, our sister true,
We die after a nest of dukes. Adieu.
Exeunt [Vindici and Hippolito, guarded].
How subtly was that murder clos'd! Bear up
Those tragic bodies; 'tis a heavy season:
Pray heaven their blood may wash away all treason.
The Revenger's Tragedy was first printed in quarto without attribution by George Eld; some copies are dated 1607, some 1608 (the only variation on the title page), and this is one of a number of stop press variations, i.e., corrections made during printing. Only significant variations between these versions are indicated in the notes below (as Qa, Qb, and Qc), and I have used MacD. P. Jackson's reprint of Qc as the copytext. Recent editors include Loughrey and Taylor (Penguin, 1988), R. A. Foakes (Revels, 1966), Brian Gibbons (New Mermaids, 1967), Lawrence Ross (Regents, 1966), and Gamini Salgado (Penguin, 1964, rev. 1969). All these editors save Loughrey & Taylor either do not give attribution or attribute The Revenger's Tragedy to Cyril Tourneur (?1575-1626). Practically nothing is known about Tourneur's life; while much of his literary work is poetry, the confirmed work for which he is best known is his revenge drama The Atheist's Tragedy (1611). Edward Archer's play list of 1656 first credited him with The Revenger's Tragedy, probably merely because the two titles were similar. Attribution to Middleton, however, has grown in the past century, culminating in the textual studies of Jackson and David Lake, and this attribution is likely to hold in the future.
Thomas Kyd's The Spanish Tragedy (1592) is often seen as the prototype of Revenge Tragedy, which flourished during the ensuing two decades, and includes Marlowe's The Jew of Malta, Shakespeare's Hamlet and Titus Andronicus, and Webster's The Duchess of Malfi and The White Devil. Dramatic elements common to Revenge Tragedy include the vengeance spurred on by the death of a loved one, ghosts of murdered victims, real or feigned madness, graveyard scenes, a play-within-a-play, skulls or severed body parts, and scenes of violence and carnage. The last of these elements is a specific departure from the Senecan tragedy from which this genre arose. Whereas in Senecan tragedy the act of vengeance occurs off-stage only to be reported, Jacobean dramatists were keenly aware that their audiences expected something more spectacular: Vindici, who often comments on the very nature of Revenge drama, declares, "When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good." Middleton incorporates many of these dramatic elements effectively, particularly the question of the revenger's sanity. My directorial preference would be to give the actor playing Vindici great latitude: his character swings broadly and suddenly from brooding cynic to glassy-eyed doctrinaire to madcap imposter, giddy with bloodlust. Even Hippolito thinks at times he goes too far. Revenge Tragedy always verges on the absurd, and this play frequently crosses the line (e.g., the manner in which the duke is poisoned, Supervacuo "braining" the officers with the head of his younger brother); the primary value in reassigning The Revenger's Tragedy to Middleton is that it indicates to us the degree to which the young playwright had already mastered black comedy.
VINDICI: In (Qc), the spelling of his name alternates between "Vindici" and "Vindice." There is no compelling reason to prefer one spelling over the other: although editors have traditionally adopted the latter, I have chosen the former because it occurs first. (Vindice II.i s.d., III.v second s.d., IV.ii s.d., line, IV.iv s.d., V.i s.d, V.ii s.d., V.iii line; Vindici I.i s.d., I.iii s.d. twice, III.v first s.d., line, IV.ii line; Vindicies as possessive II.iii s.d.; Vin./Vind./Vindi. remainder and all s.p.) In any event, his name means "revenger," as he himself remarks.
CASTIZA: chastity. Cf. the character in The Phoenix.
LUSSURIOSO: luxurious (i.e., lecherous). Also a character in The Phoenix.
SPURIO: spurious, bastard
SUPERVACUO: superfluous, vain
DONDOLO: a type-name for a foolish servant
LORDS: The speech prefixes of (Q) often use numerals for unnamed characters, so to keep the factions straight I have been as consistent as possible in labelling unnamed characters. "Lords" are those members of the court who sympathize with Antonio. Spurio's villains are "Servants." I use "Nobles" to ironically identify the corrupt members of the court, some of whom seem to be particularly allied with Lussurioso. "Gentlemen" are those members of the court who cover for the Duke's visit to the lodge in III.v, give the lie in IV.i, and are blamed for his death in V.i.
SORDIDO: sordid, wretched
[his]: her (Q)
do: copulate; cf. Your Five Gallants I.i, A Trick to Catch the Old One III.iv, The Phoenix I.ii, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside V.i, The Bloody Banquet III.i.
ex'lent characters: "Ironically commenting on their moral qualities as shown in their appearance (the common meaning of 'character'; cf. Coriolanus V.iv); the word was not used until the 18th century to signify 'dramatic personage'" (Foakes).
marrowless age...bones: "Vindice (as T. S. Eliot said of Webster) is much obsessed by death and sees the skull beneath the skin. The spectator sees a proud courtly procession but Vindice sees instead that age withers the body, the bone marrow no longer produces the healthy blood of youth. In place of fertile passion the frenzy of mortal sin goads the Duke, who ignores these warnings of approaching death and judgement" (Gibbons).
infernal fires: 1) the fires of hell, 2) the burning sensation of venereal disease; for similar punning, cf. the name Firestone in The Witch, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's III.i, IV.ii, The Puritan I.ii, The Bloody Banquet II.ii.
dry: withered and sterile; Ross notes the link between blood and erotic passion in Renaissance physiology: "In its given amount of blood reside heat and moisture, the essential qualities of the living body. Youth is 'sanguine' [full of blood]; 'aging is a process of cooling and drying.' Since blood is the material cause of semen, and 'a great deal...goes into the generation of a small amount,' incontinence is injurious prodigality" (Lawrence Babb, "The Physiological Concept of Love in the Elizabethan and Early Stuart Drama," PMLA 66: 1020-1035).
luxur: lecher; for its various forms (e.g., luxury, luxurious) cf. later in this play, The Old Law I.i, and No Wit, No Help like a Woman's IV.ii.
riot it like...heir: "Son and heir" is a recurrent textual combination in Middleton.
heartstrings into fret: The heart was supposedly braced with strings (tendons or nerves) that could be broken with emotional stress ("fret"). The concept was often likened to the strings of a musical instrument, where fret = a bar of gut, wood, or metal on the fingerboard used to regulate the fingering. Cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.ii, A Yorkshire Tragedy x, Hamlet III.ii, Henry VIII III.ii, Chapman's Monsieur D'Olive.
study's ornament: object of meditation. "As a memento mori, and symbol of the vanity of life, the skull of course was a pictorial commonplace" (Ross).
heaven-pointed diamonds: "The diamond ring's durability is ironically contrasted to the eyes of the spiritually bright but tragically short-lived beloved. Vindice is imaginatively preoccupied with eyes and eye sockets" (Gibbons).
unsightly: 1) ugly, 2) non-seeing
bought complexion: i.e., from the use of make-up, possibly alluding to a prostitute's "being bought"
patrimony: inherited ancestral property or estate; cf. Your Five Gallants I.i, The Puritan I.ii.
years: yeares (Q), a disyllablic; cf. The Tempest I.ii. As Ross points out, there are a number of disyllabics in the play that are formed by the older voiced inflectional endings.
told: counted out, i.e., accumulated; cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside V.iii, Your Five Gallants I.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.i.
suit been cold: sexual advances would have been rejected
palsy-lust: "The sense here seems to be that the Duke's lust is similar to an uncontrolled tremor, automatic and undiscriminating" (Loughrey). Palsy is a metaphor for a gambling addict's shaking of dice in A Yorkshire Tragedy iv.
outbid: inadequate; "the general sense here is: lustful old men behave like young men who are violent because they have been outbidden, have failed in a love suit; and outbid themselves because their performance in love is limited" (Foakes)
vicious: prone to vice; the word is trisyllabic
"Age, as in gold, in lust is covetous": Quotation marks around lines were used to off sententiae, or aphorisms, to be noted down by the reader. These "gnomic pointers" were a favorite device of Middleton; e.g., cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One V.ii.
quit-rent: money paid by a freeholder to a feudal lord in lieu of services. In this extended metaphor, Vengeance/Revenge is the tenant of Tragedy, murder being the form of quit-rent, with a possible double pun on quit (= kill) and rent (= opening, wound from a sword).
determin'd: i.e., chosen to be victims of vengeance
whoe'er knew/Murder unpaid?: alluding to the proverb 'Murder will out'
thee: i.e., the skull
three-pil'd: alluding three-piled velvet, velvet in which three threads are looped, producing a very thick, and therefore expensive, velvet. Vindici used the flesh/clothing image fifteen lines earlier.
great: 1) important, 2) fat
by clay: i.e., in terms merely of the flesh
little: of low rank
[his]: her (Q)
vizard: mask, or a countenance suggesting a mask
things: "Affairs. Hippolito's satiric answer makes 'things' become the dehumanised fops at Court who 'go' about dressed lavishly in silk and silver" (Gibbons).
braver: showier, more splendid; cf. The Old Law II.i, The Witch II.i, Anything for a Quiet Life I.i, The Changeling II.ii, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's III.i.
that bald madam, opportunity: In Renaissance emblem books, Opportunity (or Occasion) was depicted as a mostly bald woman whose long forelock had to be seized if she were not to escape. Cf. The Family of Love III.i, IV.iii. Gibbons compares her fickleness with the goddess Fortune's: cf. Henry V III.vi.
you guess at that: As do we: is Hippolito one of the Duchess's lovers?
by policy: cunningly, by strategy; cf. III.vi
unhusk me: sound me out; cf. The Bloody Banquet IV.ii.
so much: sufficient
in their built houses: secure, i.e., to myself
idle satisfaction: a worthless answer
strange-digested: strangely constituted, of an odd or melancholic nature, i.e., a malcontent
grooms: servants or attendants
stepmother's nuptials: "This is oddly specific, as if the dramatist meant to remind spectators of Hamlet" (Gibbons).
blood: man of fiery spirit, a roisterer
base-coin'd: basely conceived or low-born; "The association of begetting children and coining money is memorably expressed in Measure for Measure II.iv, which may be in the dramatist's memory here" (Gibbons).
insurrection: outbreak; cf. Julius Caesar II.i for a similar metaphor
I think none,/Next to a skull: i.e., his lust would stop only at necrophilia
put on: disguise myself as
right: i.e., true to the times, with the ironic overtones of upright
i' th' world: well-off; cf. The Phoenix II.ii.
prefer: recommend; cf. The Phoenix I.iv, The Witch II.i.
French mole: syphilis, which causes the hair to fall out; cf. A Fair Quarrel IV.iv, Blurt, Master Constable I.ii, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside V.i, Your Five Gallants III.i, Anything for a Quiet Life II.iv, A Midsummer Night's Dream I.ii.
habit: clothes, costume
quaintly: 1) elegantly, 2) cunningly
coin: counterfeit, dissemble
take false money: 1) be gullible, 2) accept bribes
Only excuse...easy in belief: Vindici is saying that even though he believes Gratiana and Castiza are not morally corruptible, they can be deceived because they are women, and therefore gullible.
[GRATIANA]: The s.p. varies from Mo. to Moth. throughout (Q).
[court]: Cour (Q)
Carlo: the only occurrence of this name in the play, perhaps Hippolito's original name which Middleton forgot to cancel
The law's a woman: probably an allusion to the image of Justice as the blindfolded goddess holding scales and a sword; cf. Othello V.ii.
travel: trauaile (Q); the travel/travail pun is common to this period, but in Middleton cf. The Witch III.ii, The Phoenix II.ii, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside IV.i.
unnatural: unnaturally (Q); his statement is reminiscent (perhaps deliberately so) of Hamlet's condition.
deject: humble, impoverish; cf. The Bloody Banquet IV.ii.
through disgrace...discontent: "The sense seems to be 'he died of discontent, fostered by disgrace which was often choked down in his temper of mind, instead of being allowed to mount (and vent itself in words or actions)'" (Foakes).
secretary: confidante; cf. The Spanish Tragedy III.ii.
forehead: references to the forehead are frequent in this play, and Ross provides a solid gloss: "Apart from references to cuckoldry, forehead is 'used for the countenance as capable of expressing shame' in two opposed senses: (1) capable of blushing, sense of shame; (2) unblushing impudence (OED). See, specifically regarding the writing the shame of unchastity upon the forehead, Rev. 17:5 and Othello IV.ii."
closest: most secret
insculption: carved inscription
cer'd: wrapped and sealed in a waxed cerecloth, or winding-sheet; seard (Q), a common spelling: cf. Cymbeline I.i.
[cerecloths]: searce clothes (Q)
The faults of great...break: Cf. the proverb "Murder (or truth) will out."
A wonder in a woman: because if she rises (i.e., swells), she is pregnant and therefore not fruitless
low metal: base metal, of little value
[fast]: first (Q)
double: i.e., twice as bad as adultery
general honest: completely virtuous
jest: jest about
[made]: mad (Q)
grace: 1) virtue, 2) good fortune
[she's]: snees (Q)
live: "Go on living, implying that he had to 'die' in the consummation of sexual intercourse with her, a common idea in the poetry of the time; cf. Shakespeare's Sonnet XCII" (Foakes).
[methinks]: my thinks (Q)
[cess'd]: 1) assessed, judged, 2) ceased, i.e., brought to rest; ceast (Q)
performance: i.e. sexual performance
too much right: excessive authority
makes for thee: works in your favor
keep church better: i.e., by being buried in the church graveyard
an old man's twice a child: a common proverb; cf. Hamlet II.ii.
kill him in his forehead: When a husband was cuckolded, horns proverbially sprouted from his forehead, causing him to suffer. The image is a woodcut from Roxburghe Ballads and features a variety of horns/antlers. The wife at the door will "do with [the] devil," as Vindici says of the Duchess.
[has]: ha's (Q)
hatted dame: Women of the lower class wore hats; gentlewomen wore 'tires,' or head-dresses, as Vindici later uses to cover the skull of his beloved Gloriana when ensnaring the Duke. Cf. Your Five Gallants V.i, "You have a privilege from your hat."
['t 'as]: 'tus (Q)
fouler name/Than lust: i.e., incest
I'faith, 'tis true too: Gibbons makes the inevitable comparison: "Spurio's speculations about his paternity recall the bastard Edmund in King Lear who claims...that his father's unlawful act of begetting him 'in the lusty stealth of nature' endowed him with 'More composition and fierce quality,/Than doth within a dull, stale, tired bed/Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops,/Got 'tween asleep and wake.'" Spurio, however, with his "chilliness and vain fear," pales in comparison to both Edmund's and the Duchess's libido. The following speech is in prose in (Q). I have not indicated subsequent emendations in versification.
he could ride...his length: with the sexual innuendo, a common pun with "ride;" the Duchess's replies with an equally sexual insinuation.
light: Men wanted him to alight, or dismount his horse, because he was invading their families' privacy after they had partially closed their windows, presumably because their shops were closed for the holiday.
penthouse: an awning over a shop window; cf. Blurt, Master Constable I.ii, Love's Labours Lost III.i.
check: strike. "He deliberately clattered the suspended shop signs and barbers' basin. Presumably this arrogant behavior was intended to make the shopkeepers jealous as well as to insult them" (Gibbons).
barbers' basins: "Their distinctive shape, with a cut-out for the neck which allowed the chin to protrude over the shaving dish, meant that they were easily recognizable shop signs for barbers" (Loughrey).
beggar: alluding to the proverb, "Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop," with the sexual innuendo again
bid fair for't: made a fair attempt at it
cut thee a right diamond: legitimately fathered you
collet: socket, the setting for a jewel in a ring
injury: injure; cf. Your Five Gallants III.ii, 1 Tamburlaine I.i.
seventh commandment: forbidding adultery (Exodus xx.14); the Q spelling of "commandement" indicates the four syllables required by the meter.
earnest: The kiss is an earnest, or promise, of what is to come.
woman's heraldry: i.e., cuckold's horns
stirring: physically stimulating; Gibbons cites Marston's The Malcontent III.ii in conjunction with the scenario Spurio describes.
short and nimble as their heels: an image often associated with wantonness; cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside III.ii, The Changeling III.iii & V.iii, Much Ado about Nothing V.iv.
[rose]: rise (Q)
when they rose/Were merrily dispos'd to fall again: with the sexual innuendo
stol'n softly: conceived illegitimately
only son: Lussurioso, the duke's only legitimate son
beholding to report: acceptable to public opinion
loose my days upon him: devote my life to vengeance upon him
far enough from myself: disguised well enough; cf. The Bloody Banquet II.iii.
[mistress] of [mistresses]: Mistrs of Mistesses (Q); 1) the head female authority, 2) kept woman
whose flush of grace...clothes: Modesty would never prostitute herself for good clothes, i.e., worldly gain. Vindici may also be alluding to the iconographic association of Truth with nakedness, having nothing to conceal.
grace the bawd: perhaps a contemporary reference; it does anticipate Gratiana's role of bawd
reach out a' th' verge: go too far
'Sfoot: by God's foot; cf. The Phoenix I.ii, A Yorkshire Tragedy ix, Blurt, Master Constable I.i, The Bloody Banquet I.iv.
politic: crafty, cunning, scheming; cf. The Changeling V.ii, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's V.i, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside II.ii, The Phoenix I.vi, A Yorkshire Tragedy iii, The Bloody Banquet I.i.
This our age swims within him: he embodies the current social mores
and if Time/Had so much hair: alluding to the personification of Time as an old, bald man
words are but great men's blanks: i.e., words are cheap. "Blanks" has been variously defined as unsigned checks, unsigned documents, unstamped coins, and losing lottery tickets. Cf. Your Five Gallants IV.vii.
Push: Middleton's favorite ejaculation (e.g., cf. The Changeling III.iv, A Trick to Catch the Old One II.i, Your Five Gallants II.i, The Old Law II.i), and one examined in contrast to Rowley's "Tush!" in one of the earliest attribution studies (1897).
musk-cat: musk-deer, the animal from which the perfume was obtained, but used variously as slang for whore, fop, and paramour; cf. Blurt, Master Constable III.i, The Puritan IV.ii, Every Man out of His Humour II.i.
Gather him into boldness?: Encourage him to be familiar: I would block Vindici as having suddenly embraced him and shaken his hand, which occasions Lussurioso's likening him to the ague.
remember me: remember my rank
conster: construe; the first syllable is stressed
train'd up to my hand: the image derives from falconry
scrivener: notary, one who draws up contracts
Fool: The distinction Vindici seems to make is that he has not merely witnessed or recorded acts of knavery, but has allowed them to happen either by looking the other way or acting as a go-between.
not so little: much more
wash'd a' pieces: 1) dissolved, as if by the sea's erosion, by indulging in drink, 2) a possible allusion to coins being washed, i.e., treated with liquid to remove some of the metal, and therefore debased
Fruit-fields turn'd into bastards: country estates sold off to maintain illegitimate children, an ironic twist on the concept of fruitfulness
gravel: Sand was sprinkled on newly written documents to dry the ink.
petition: suit in law for the recovery of lost property
Dutch: The Dutch were stereotyped for a number of vices, including drinking (cf. "Dutch flapdragons," A Trick to Catch the Old One V.ii) and lasciviousness (cf. The Old Law III.ii, A Trick to Catch the Old One III.iii, and A Chaste Maid in Cheapside V.i.
next to the rim a': 1) short of (rim = limit), 2) rim = womb
twelve a' clock at night: Middleton often links midnight with licentiousness; cf. II.ii, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.i, The Puritan V.ii, Your Five Gallants I.i.
glide: i.e., to another topic
estates: social classes; cf. Richard III III.vii.
disease a' th' mother: gossiping, with a pun on 'the mother,' a form of hysteria, thought to arise from the womb; cf. King Lear II.iv.
urinal: a vessel for the diagnostic inspection of urine by physicians; cf. The Family of Love V.i., The Changeling IV.iii, The Puritan IV.i, The Merry Wives of Windsor II.iii.
confirmed in me: i.e. confirmed in my trust
enter: bind, as to an implicit contract; Vindici puns on the usual sense of the word
Indian devil: Silver and gold were mined in the Indies
Attend: listen to
[depth]: depht (Q)
wax'd lines: letters sealed with wax
phoenix: "A mythical bird, of gorgeous plumage, fabled to be the only one of its kind, and to live five or six hundred years in the Arabian desert, after which it burnt itself to ashes on a funeral pile of aromatic twigs ignited by the sun and fanned by its own wings, but only to emerge from its ashes with renewed youth, to live through another cycle of years" (OED). From this source comes the figurative use, a person of unique excellence or of matchless beauty.
blood: family rank
portion: dowry; cf. The Changeling IV.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.i.
expense: expenditure; "i.e., seduce her to liquidate her soul's inheritance and bring it into use" (Ross).
ne'er: be it ever
broke: 1) the stock of money broken into, 2) sleep broken, 3) the hymen broken
gi'n 't the tang: caught the very flavor of it, i.e., described it exactly
a word to save me: i.e., last-minute repentance
raise: 1) advance (monetarily and possibly socially), 2) pick up, after Vindici has dropped down
devices: inventions, subterfuges; cf. the final gloss of The Puritan
bodkin: ornamental pin used for fastening the hair
put a man in: suggest a topic of conversation
that shall put you in: i.e., her pubic hair will move to allow penetration
[my]: me (Q)
that simple age within him: i.e., his innocence
wind up: incite, recruit; Foakes believes the expression may have been borrowed from Marston's Antonio's Revenge.
perfum'd: Courtiers were frequently perfumed; cf. As You Like It III.ii.
puny: novice; cf. 1 Henry VI IV.vii.
no dainty dish: nothing special
name: i.e., of bawd
age: Loughrey and Foakes believe this refers to the middle or old age of the mother; Ross glosses as "the age," which makes more sense in context, and the moral decay of the times has already been alluded to.
furnish: provide with necessities; cf. The Phoenix III.i.
'slud: by God's blood; cf. Your Five Gallants II.iv.
attend me: wait on me as an attendant
dis-heir: make him no longer the duke's heir, i.e., kill him
o'erwrought: won over
the selfsame form: that of the "slave" 3 lines earlier
touch: test (the fineness of gold was tested by rubbing it on a touchstone); cf. Your Five Gallants II.i, The Phoenix III.i, The Bloody Banquet III.i, Timon of Athens III.iii.
I durst almost...their [blood]: I would almost risk my soul upon their virtue. The word "good" is repeated in (Q); almost every editor accepts Dodsley's emendation to "blood" (1744).
discovering: revealing; "Presumably a traverse curtain, hung across the central part of the tiring house wall, is drawn to reveal the dead woman: her pose is emblematic and its significance is explained by the lords who gather round it. Its pose is like that of Imogen, who falls asleep, leaving a book open at a significant place, in Cymbeline II.ii" (Gibbons).
play'd a glorious act: "suggesting a stage action, and sharpening our awareness of the play as play" (Foakes)
good colours: because their blushing indicated awareness of their sins
pledge: toast; Antonio's wife then literally drank poison.
confection: a preservative, usually medicinal but here religious
Plac'd: Plastc'd (Q)
Melius virtute mori, quam per dedecus vivere: "Better to die in virtue than to live in dishonor," a sentiment common at this time, e.g., Shakespeare's The Rape of Lucrece
effectual: pertinent, to the point; cf. 2 Henry VI III.i.
Let's truly taste...your wrongs: "let us experience your grief fully, so that relieving your wrongs will be an equal comfort to ourselves" (Loughrey)
Curae leves loquuntur, majores stupent: Small cares speak out, greater ones are struck dumb," a variation of Seneca's Hippolytus, 607 ["ingentes" (huge) for "maiores"]. Cf. Macbeth IV.iii, The White Devil II.i.
better faces than their own: "In the court masques, courtiers often performed idealized roles symbolically representing the virtues the court was ideally supposed to embody" (Ross).
moth to honour: The Junior brother destroyed "the clothing" of Antonio's honour ("my wearing") as a moth destroys fabric.
for relation: the need to inform you
damnation of both kinds: Foakes glosses as "sinning themselves, and by corrupting others"; Loughrey prefers "damnation of both sexes."
empress: with a possible pun on impress, i.e., emblem
Strengthen my vow: "This ceremonious swearing of an oath over drawn swords was perhaps suggested by Hamlet I.v" (Foakes).
court it: be shown at court
beset: i.e., by temptations
child's part: inheritance
revenue: the second syllable is stressed
[Madonna]: Madona (Q)
dirty way: 1) vulgarity, 2) tedious circumlocution; cf. A Mad World, My Masters I.i.
gentleman usher: a gentleman employed as an usher at court or an attendant upon a person of rank
[own]: one (Q)
affects: loves, has affection for, is disposed towards; cf. The Phoenix I.iv & I.vi, A Trick to Catch the Old One passim, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.i, The Puritan II.i, The Bloody Banquet I.iv.
sweetest box: blow, with a pun on a container for perfumed ointments; cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One I.iii for a similar pun
drawn-work cuff: a shirt-sleeve cuff decorated in patterned threads, with the pun on "cuff"
take the wall of: take precedence over; it was a privilege to walk on the inside of the pavement, next to the wall, where it was cleaner and safer than next to the road.
call'd by their honour: with a pun on the title "Your Honour," the form of address for peers below the rank of marquess, privy councilors, and certain civil functionaries
salvation: preservation, with an ironic pun in the spiritual sense
siren's tongue: Siren were nymphs who, by their sweet singing, lured sailors to destruction upon the rocks; cf. No Wit, No Help like a Woman's IV.ii, The Bloody Banquet I.ii, the character in The Old Law.
Mass: by the Mass, an oath
next of Italy: i.e., in the line of succession
sudden: at any moment
tide: hour or season, as in "eventide"
[in't]: it (Q)
blood: sexual desire; cf. The Old Law IV.ii, The Phoenix II.i, A Trick to Catch the Old One III.i, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.i & II.i, A Yorkshire Tragedy ii & iv, The Bloody Banquet III.i.
wheel: opportunity, an allusion to the Wheel of Fortune
white: white-haired; Foakes sees a possible sardonic analogy to white son, i.e., a beloved or favorite son (cf. "white boy," A Yorkshire Tragedy iv)
vex: aggravate by adding to it
angels: gold coins worth ten shillings, with the figure of St. Michael defeating the dragon; for Middleton's frequent punning, cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One II.i, The Phoenix I.vi, Blurt, Master Constable II.i, A Yorkshire Tragedy ii, The Old Law IV.ii, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.ii, The Puritan III.iv, The Bloody Banquet II.i
[fools]: foole (Q)
dejected: lowly, humbled; cf. The Bloody Banquet IV.ii, King Lear IV.i.
state: social status, rank, estate; cf. The Phoenix I.ii, The Changeling I.ii
maintenance: the amount provided for a person's livelihood
men after men: 1) many servants, 2) many lovers
once when it was: i.e., during childbirth
tho' it be but some: though only partially
bring you home: make you rich, recover you financially
touch'd me nearly: greatly affected me
bate: abate, decline, weaken
turns edge: becomes blunt
unmother'd: lost her maternal inclination
venture: risk, wager; pronounced (and sometimes spelled) 'venter.' Cf. Anything for a Quiet Life III.ii, The Old Law passim, The Puritan IV.ii, The Phoenix II.i, The Changeling I.i, The Bloody Banquet I.i, I.iv.
'tis common: cf. Hamlet I.ii.
the mother: another pun on "hysteria"
finger: cf. Exodus viii.19 and Luke xii.20 for the phrase 'the finger of God' (Foakes)
kind: 1) generous, 2) natural; cf. No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.i, The Changeling IV.iii.
[madam]: Mad-man (Q)
dam: contemptuous term for mother
square out: frame, plan
Whilst other[s] clip the sun, they clasp the shades: "While others embrace life (in this context, the Prince also, as the sun is a common figure for the ruler; cf. 1 Henry IV I.ii), they embrace unreal appearances (in this context, death, as uncooperative maids, like Vindice's betrothed, are killed, and as 'shades' refers to the darkness of the dwelling of the dead, Hades" (Foakes)
paradise: slang for the vagina; cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.ii, The Family of Love I.i, III.iii, Romeo and Juliet II.iv.
key: slang for the penis; cf. No Wit, No Help like a Woman's II.i. "This sentence varying the proverb "Women receive perfection by men", cited in Marston, Antonio's Revenge III.iv" (Foakes).
Gold: goldsmiths, who acted as bankers; the sense is that they and not the merchants would possess all the gold because no one would venture his money in trade.
keep less charge: 1) maintain less expense, 2) take less care (of virtue)
petitionary people: commoners presenting petitions at court
ravish'd: delighted, which Castiza interprets as "raped"
'Slid: by God's (eye)lid; cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One I.iii, The Changeling V.i.
quicken: 1) stimulate, excite, 2) make pregnant; cf. The Changeling IV.i, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.i, III.iii, V.i.
abroad: out of doors
keep on their own hats: Hats were removed as a sign of respect; cf. The Witch I.ii, The Old Law III.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.iii. Their hats would be placed on racks made of stags' horns, but the implication is that they would be cuckolded.
[wear]: were (Q)
nine coaches waiting: Coaches were popular places for love-making; cf. The Phoenix II.iii, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside III.iii, The Roaring Girl III.i, Your Five Gallants II.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's V.i, The Puritan II.i.
for his heart: an emphatic expression, = for the life of him
foreparts: 1) the park in front of a manor house, 2) ornamental stomachers (coverings for the breast); cf. Your Five Gallants V.i, The Phoenix II.iii. This satiric allusion to the sale of estates for courtly wardrobes is common; cf. Henry VIII I.i, King John II.i.
come up gentlemen: 1) come up to court, 2) rise to the rank of gentlemen
[mete]: measured, but the Q spelling of "meat" may hint at sexual innuendo given the possible sexual puns that follow, the concept being the surrender in sexual terms to the influences of the court
rod: 1) a measure of length equal to 16 1/2 feet, or an area equal to 1/160th of an acre; 2) slang for penis; cf. The Witch III.ii, Anything for a Quiet Life II.iv.
yard: 1) three feet, the tailor's yardstick, 2) slang for penis; cf. The Old Law, Anything for a Quiet Life passim
[low]: loue (Q)
brook it: endure the loss
that: i.e. virginity, honesty
look it: worry about it, look for it
outgone: outdistanced (morally)
crystal: clear-ringing or heavenly; in Ptolemaic astronomy, crystal spheres revolved between earth and God's throne. Gibbons sees the Q spelling Christall suggesting the subsidiary meaning "Christ-like."
peevish: headstrong, perverse, obstinate
uncivil: uncivilized, barbarous
base-titled creatures that look downward: echoing the classical idea that man's upright posture was a sign of his superiority to beasts and kinship with the divine
[turn]: tnrne (Q)
Hell would look...fire in't: "Without gold and women, there would be no fuel for the fires of hell, which would then resemble the kitchen of a great house without its huge open fires, steam and smoke" (Foakes)
well-read in a fellow: a good judge of character
Knave in your face, my lord, behind your back: i.e., I call you a knave, but behind your back.
discourse: artful conversation
well-mingled: put together well
season: i.e., fit season for revenge
Heart: God's heart, an oath
rare: full of merit, as having succeeded
courage: spirit, ardor
indifferent-honest: reasonably chaste
naught: 1) wicked, immoral, 2) nothing, worthless
chang'd/Into white money: i.e., corrupted to prostitution; white money = silver; cf. The Phoenix I.iv, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside V.ii.
turn'd to Mahomet: turning infidel was a cant term for becoming a prostitute (cf. "pagan" in 2 Henry IV II.ii)
flat: make lie flat, i.e., seduce
receiv'd: greeted, i.e., at his birth
did me: did me I (Q)
[cheeks]: checkes (Q)
make 'em freemen: set them free
leg: make a leg, bow; cf. IV.ii ("makes legs"), A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.ii.
drab: whore, mistress
fees behind the arras: money for arranging sexual trysts behind the arras, a tapestry hung from the wall with just enough space for people to stand behind; cf. Polonius's murder in Hamlet III.iv. Gibbons has a somewhat different reading: "i.e. the monopoly of all embraces behind the arras hangings and on the floor; this is a glance at the abuses in distribution of monopolies at James I's Court and the extraordinary range of commercial activities involved."
farthingales: women's hooped petticoats
plump: either onomatopoeic (i.e., plop), or plump about = at the time of
rushes: straw, which was used to cover the floors; cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside III.ii, Your Five Gallants V.ii, Anything for a Quiet Life, II.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's III.i, Blurt, Master Constable I.i, Romeo and Juliet IV.i.
apprehensive: perceptive, quick-witted
purchase: profit, plunder; cf. The Phoenix I.ii, Your Five Gallants I.ii, A Trick to Catch the Old One I.iii, The Puritan III.v.
a' th' wrong side: i.e., in the back
lessen not my days...honour her: alluding to Exodus xx.12, "Honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God gaveth thee."
use: 1) profit, 2) prostitution
beneficial perjury: lying under oath for a good cause; cf. Macbeth II.iii.
pen: slang for penis
unbrac'd: without his doublet, or with his clothes unfastened or loose; Elizabethan/Jacobean dramatists used this detail to indicate, among other things, that the character had just risen from bed. (Cf. "untrussed" in A Chaste Maid in Cheapside II.iii, The Phoenix III.i, Your Five Gallants IV.ii, The Witch V.i, The Old Law II.i, The Puritan II.i.) In Spurio's case, he has likely just come from the duchess, but it is his disheveled appearance that probably leads Vindici and Hippolito, who observe but do not hear him, to assume that he is on his way to her. Spurio is, in fact, intent on tailing Lussurioso, and this presents an interesting crisscrossing of modi operandi which emphasizes the impulsive linking of sex and death in the minds of the play's characters: Vindici plans for Lussurioso to kill Spurio while he is fornicating with the Duchess, and Spurio plans to kill Lussurioso while he is fornicating with Vindici's sister.
funeral heralds' fees: phease, the black frieze hung at funerals; Foakes sees a pun on fees: "In Elizabethan London the heralds made a lot of money by the high fees they charged for attending funerals and supervising a display of escutcheons, pennons, and other trappings, in order to advertise the much-prized gentility of a dead man and his family. Here, by a characteristic telescoping of sense, the 'fees' are equated with the canvas escutcheons and other displays, torn down after the funeral."
full sea: high tide (of sexual activity)
juggling: trickery, deception
toll-book: the record of the sales of animals at market, here prostitutes
friend by water: an allusion to London residences with back entrances on the Thames; Francisca remarks about lovers resorting to this practice in The Witch II.i.
leather hinges: to prevent squeaking which would lead to detection; cf. The Malcontent I.vii, The Atheist's Tragedy I.iv.
a-coining: being created
trick: 1) a hand in a game of cards, supported by "dealt," 2) stratagem, ruse, 3) act of intercourse
here: i.e., in the audience. This remark is one of Vindici's many theatrically self-conscious references, and underscores the sense of The Revenger's Tragedy attempting to be in some ways a morality play.
shadows: sexually covers
fruit of two beds: i.e., what legally and morally should have been the two separate beds of the duke and Spurio's mother; incest was often regarded as the consequence of adultery
Wildfire: 1) inflammable material used to start fires in war, suggesting swift-spreading violence, 2) lightning, 3) possibly an allusion to erysipelas and various inflammatory eruptive diseases, especially those in which the eruption spreads from one part to another, which would reflect the moral decay of the court; cf. The Witch IV.i, 1 Henry IV III.iii.
twisted: engaged in sexual intercourse
[spleen]: pleene (Q); regarded as the seat of passions and/or impulsive behavior, here violent anger, elsewhere sexual desire (as in The Old Law III.iii, Anything for a Quiet Life III.ii), and melancholy (as in The Witch I.i).
upper: innermost, nearest the bedchamber and farthest from the entrance; cf. Coriolanus s.d. IV.v.
heaves: sighs or groans; cf. Hamlet IV.i.
unclear: not clear of sin
gripe: grip, seize; cf. The Merry Wives of Windsor I.iii.
abhor: with the pun on "whore"; cf. Othello IV.ii.
abus'd: imposed upon, deceived, misguided
frightful: causing alarm
dissemble a flight: "Either 'slink away secretly' ('dissemble' suggesting disguise), or 'go out separately in haste' (if the intransitive verb 'dissemble' meaning 'to dispose' has been fused with the phrase 'to take a flight' = to flee) Q fails to make clear whether Vindice and Hippolito, or the duchess are so described, but the former seems more likely" (Loughrey).
Out of mine eye: out of my sight
harlot: villain, knave, a term of abuse originally applied to men
out a' th' socket: out of joint
his elbows: Lussurioso's, which have been seized by the guards
puritan: i.e., hypocritical
sound: properly carried out
corrupted favour: i.e., mercy because of familial ties
honey: sweet words; cf. Richard III IV.i.
no stepmother's wit: "The duke is saying, these two are acting maliciously (stepmotherly) but without common sense or sufficient intelligence (mother wit)" (Loughrey).
moon: "Fit of frenzy. Here 'moon' refers to its supposed influence, and the more common word was 'lune', as at The Winter's Tale II.ii, giving rise to 'lunacy'" (Foakes).
beside your spleen: leaving your anger aside
signet: a small seal which authenticates or authorizes an order
envy: "Malicious hatred; the word had a much stronger meaning than it does now; cf. The Merchant of Venice IV.i" (Foakes).
scarlet: rich, bright red cloth
lawn: fine linen or clothing made from it, so called because it was bleached on a lawn instead of the ordinary bleaching grounds; cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.i, Your Five Gallants II.iii, The Witch II.i.
virtue: power, as of a divine being; cf. Coriolanus V.ii.
Rise: Which, rise (Q)
It well becomes...and lives: Gibbons cites King Lear IV.vi, "Handy dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?"
turn'd to poison/In the denial: poisoned when they denied me; for 'turn to' in this sense, cf. Coriolanus III.i.
green: youthful, but green was also an emblem of lust; cf. The Roaring Girl V.ii.
Oaths in these days are but the skin of gold: "Oaths merely cover the real process of justice, which depends on bribes" (Loughrey).
set by: disregard
fall to: apply to
puff'd out: 1) extinguished, applying to Lussurioso), 2) puffed up with the new title of duke, applying to Ambitioso, whom Supervacuo will prick with the pin of his sword
[Bless'd]: Blast (Q)
pack'd: packed off, got rid of
set an edge: 1) make keen, exhort, 2) sharpen the ax of
But: only, merely
myself: i.e., duke
hell: a common image for prison; cf. The Comedy of Errors IV.ii.
Already: Alreardy (Q)
that: i.e. he that
impudent: "Wanting in shame or decency. The word was generally accented on the first syllable, and...emendation to 'improudent' has been widely adopted; but the emphasis in the play on impudence...supports the reading of Q as an ironic comment on Junior Brother" (Foakes)
black: impenitent, damned
to be: i.e., duke, with the royal "we"
commendations: pronounced with five syllables
block: the executioner's block, which is bigger than his own block, i.e., hat size
bankrout: Bankrupts were imprisoned until they repaid their debts.
draw and quarter: disembowel and dismember, the traditional punishment for treason
lie in: be imprisoned, with the pun on pregnant women being confined to the child-bed
sitting: court session
hate salt water: alluding to the dangers of sea-travel as well as the navy's practice of pressing men into service
stinted: dried, with the allusion to stanching the flow of blood
duns: alluding to scholar and theologian John Duns Scotus (1265?-1308?), famous for his subtle and sophistic reasoning; "upon the letter" refers to the literal interpretation he would bring to a text. The 16th century rejected scholastic argument, hence the word "dunce," identifying his followers as idiots. Cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside III.ii.
trick is commonly four cards: alluding to the game of primero, in which each player held four cards and the best hand was four of the same suit (Junior picks up the pun with "dealing"); cf. Heywood's A Woman Killed with Kindness viii.
authority's bastards: i.e., the basest servants of the law
perjury: i.e., their broken promises
without respect of sign: an allusion to the medical practice of bleeding based upon the popular almanacs, which dictated that blood should be let from a particular part of the body under a particular astrological sign, or planet's influence; cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One V.ii, Anything for a Quiet Life III.ii, Northward Ho! III.i.
yon silver ceiling: the sky, with a possible allusion to the painted canopy ("the heavens") over the stage of Globe, where this play was first performed. Cf. No Wit, No Help like a Woman's V.i: "Methinks I could spring up and knock my head/Against yon silver ceiling now for joy!"
divide it to: share it with
his heart stands a' th' outside: i.e., he wears his heart on his sleeve; cf. Othello I.i.
angle: corner, nook
this luxurious circle: another possible allusion to the circular Globe Theater
dreadfully: causing dread
digested: worked out, planned, concocted; cf. Richard III III.i.
miss'd me: left me out of your plans
apprehensions: conceptions, thoughts. Loughrey believes "the notion of 'fears for the future' may also be appropriate. Vindice in his thirst for revenge looks forward to catastrophes." However, while this word can have these negative connotations, I believe the irony is entirely unconscious. Once Vindici is stirred out of his bitter malcontent into vengeful action, he never shows any sign of hesitation or doubt; indeed, here he realizes and embraces the fact that he has begun to lose himself in his bloodlust, overwhelmed by the throng of images of the duke lying dead. It is the audience who is keenly aware of the paradox of "happy apprehensions" because they are the ones who fear for the future. (Foakes cites a similar construction in Chapman's Bussy D'Ambois III.i.)
suited for: provided with
stoops unto: degrades himself to the level of (by having Piato secure him a woman)
to be common: i.e., to have a morally low character
private: practiced in private, with the antithetical punning on "private" and "common" (i.e., public)
shadowing: 1) secretive (cf. Macbeth V.iv), 2) sexual (cf. II.ii)
shell: i.e., a mere word without meaning
beguil'd: deceived, disappointed
At such: at such a game (of hide and seek)
quaint: clever, ingenious, cunning
Here's an eye: the following piece is reminiscent of Hamlet with Yorick's skull (V.i)
Here's a cheek...fear thee not: cf. King Lear 3.2
set: staked; Vindici is referring to women's faces painted with cosmetics
[could]: cold (Q)
yellow labours: The silkworm's cocoon is yellowish-white.
ladyships: 1) women's extravagant clothing, 2) "whoreships, the transformation from lordships to whoredoms" (Ross)
falsify highways: hie-waies (Q); the combination with the word "falsify" has led to two different interpretations, both of which are valid. 1) Alter road signs to confuse traveling coaches, a common ploy of highway robbers. Gibbons notes the allusion to "goodfellow," a thief or highwayman. 2) Adopt the "high ways" of the aristocracy to obtain credit and seduce women. Under this interpretation, the fellow would appear before the judge as a debtor.
such a thing: Vindici is probably referring to the skull, meaning "all women"
beat their valours: Foakes suggests "wear out their strengths," although the idea of physical abuse is also present. Ross believes "valours" indicates both intrinsic merit and monetary value, which are also contextually acceptable.
self-affecting: self-loving, vain
Camphor: apply or wash with camphor, a white, aromatic oil, used as a cosmetic. It was also thought to counter the effects of venereal disease.
and grieve: an dgrieue (Q)
forgetful: "forgetful of 1. virtue, 2. cares, 3. the fact that they will all eventually come to resemble the skull he holds" (Loughrey)
Look through and through herself: see herself wholly
property: with the allusion to "stage accessory." Vindici consciously uses an array of theatrical metaphors (fashion, show, property, part) as he prepares to "stage the play" of the duke's death, reminiscent of Hamlet's use of The Murder of Gonzago. For Middleton's use of theatrical metaphor elsewhere, cf. my final note to The Puritan.
[its]: it (Q)
Have at all: a phrase used to begin a fight (cf. Troilus and Cressida V.vi)
Back with the torch: bring back the torch, which Hippolito had taken away at the duke's entrance. That the lodge is "unsunned" allows the tricks of the lighting to beguile the duke, as well creates the appropriate atmosphere visually and thematically for this horrifying scene.
[breathe]: breath (Q)
Age has no fault: physical defect, with ironic overtone of moral defect
white devil: 1) white-haired devil, 2) hypocrite; cf. Webster's The White Devil, and the proverb "the white devil is worse than the black'
Gloriana: "It is impossible (given the play's imaginatively distanced English reference) not to recall that this was a favorite name for the idealized Queen Elizabeth" (Ross).
slavish: 1) vile, 2) enslaved to his servants and his own lechery
those that did eat are eaten: cf. Hamlet IV.iii.
closer: with mouth closed
[slobbering]: Flobbering (Q)
Once: sooner or later
quitted: requited, repaid
quittance: requite, repay
object: i.e., Spurio and the duchess embracing
comets: cf. note from V.i.
rubs: stirs memories of, possibly with an allusion to the game of bowls, where rub = an obstacle by which a bowl is hindered in its proper course; such figurative usage was common: cf. No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.i & II.iii, Richard II III.iv, Hamlet III.i, Henry VIII II.i, and Henry V II.ii, V.ii.
waxen fire: light from candles or torches
hasp'd: in an embrace
brook: put up with, stand, with Vindici's pun on 'stream'; Harrier (1963) suggests that the 'pun may be based on the metaphor of the King as fountain of honor and life'
'Tis state in music: stately to have music (although solemn as opposed to the merry or romantic music being played for the duchess and Spurio)
slip: give the slip to
in lesser compass: "at a more elementary level" (Loughrey)
model: plan; cf. 2 Henry IV I.iii.
sudden: swift in action
from you: i.e., you did not have the idea
[SUPERVACUO]: Spu. (Q)
Led: Lead (Q)
[AMBITIOSO, SUPERVACUO]: Both. (Q)
prodigious: ominous, ill-omened; also describes the metaphorical comet in V.i and the actual one in The Bloody Banquet V.ii.
make our tears women: dissemble grief
murrain: plague, pestilence; cf. The Bloody Banquet II.i.
sirrah: contemptuously addressed to the absent Lussurioso
what mak'st thou here: what are you doing here (a common construction)
villain, and he proves a knave: The terms cannot really be distinguished except insofar as Lussurioso had expected Piato to behave villainously towards other rather than knavishly to himself" (Loughrey).
will: intentional behavior
[ras'd]: rac'd (Q); grazed
Jars in: i.e., his entrance will bring discord, "villainous music"
ironage: prisoner's fetters, with an allusion to the Iron Age, the last and worst of the four classical ages of mythology (following the Golden, Silver, and Bronze Ages), known for evil and cruelty.
Missing: i.e., failing to kill
come: comes (Q)
blood: mood, temper
succeed: 1) follow, 2) succeed in killing Lussurioso
the: thee (Q)
black condition: melancholy. In Renaissance psychology, an individual had four basic "humours," or temperaments, which were determined by the amount of their corresponding bodily fluids secreted in the spleen: choleric (anger) derived from bile, phlegmatic (cold torpor) from phlegm, sanguine (geniality) from blood, and melancholy from black bile.
[FIRST GENTLEMAN]: 3. (Q)
[rid]: rod (Q)
humour: caprice, whim
toy: trifle, caprice, whim; cf. The Witch II.i, Anything for a Quiet Life III.i, The Changeling I.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's V.i.
oracle: truth; cf. The Old Law II.i.
puts me to my shifts: 1) forces me to devise new stratagems, 2) makes me change clothes, i.e., disguises; cf. Your Five Gallants I.i, The Witch III.ii.
quainter: more ingenious
the realm is clad in clay: the old regime is dead and buried
'joy: enjoy (by officially becoming duke)
thou'st: thou wast
fetch about: speculate, rationalize
in present: of the present time, i.e., what's to be done now
fashion: manner, personality
If you be but once tripp'd, we fall forever: "The spiritual sense is dramatically pertinent" (Ross).
not the least policy: i.e., a good policy
Beshrew me: i.e., the devil take me, a common imprecation but here with ironic effect
don: do (a variation Vindici uses to appear rustic)
God you god den: God give you good evening, a conventional salutation; cf. The Puritan III.iii, Love's Labours Lost IV.i.
desperate: reckless, with the possible unintentional meaning of irreclaimable, beyond hope; cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One IV.iv, The Puritan III.iii.
tongues: expressions; a disyllabic
'twould ne'er be stood on't: tolerated
black buckram: alluding to the bags of black linen cloth carried by lawyers
anno quadregesimo secundo: the 42nd year (of a reign)
anno sextagesimo tertio: the 63rd year (of a reign)
three and twenty: As Loughrey notes, either Lussurioso's Latin or his arithmetic is in error.
pullen: poultry; cf. Your Five Gallants II.i.
terms: Law courts were in session during four terms: Hilary Term, Easter Term, Trinity Term, and Michaelmas Term. Westminster Hall was the center for the legal profession. Cf. my notes to Michaelmas Term, The Family of Love I.ii, A Trick to Catch the Old One I.iv & II.i, Anything for a Quiet Life I.i, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.i, The Puritan I.i.
canvass'd: brought for investigation
Barbary Latin: barbarous or bad Latin
writ of error: a writ obtained to reverse the ruling of an inferior court on grounds of error
sasarara: variant spelling of certiorari (= 'to be certified), an order from a higher court to a lower court calling for the record of a case for review, on the complaint of one who feels he has not received justice. It is spelled sesarara in The Puritan III.iii, and sursurrara/sursurarer/sursuraer in The Phoenix.
[LUSSURIOSO]: Hip. (Q)
meets round in the same bent: follows the same tendency
gossips: lady friends; cf. The Old Law II.i, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside
forfeitures: loss of estates and goods
obligations: promissory notes for the payment of moneys
conceit: witty device
publish'd: known to be, reported
put my meaning in the pockets: misinterpreted me
colours: 1) a painting, 2) appearances
parlous: perilous, i.e., cunning, shrewd; cf. The Old Law III.ii, Blurt, Master Constable IV.i, The Changeling I.ii, The Puritan III.iv.
your asking: you rasking (Q)
unbrace: reveal; in the literal sense, undress, ironic because Lussurioso does not suspect Piato was Vindici in disguise
here: i.e., to himself, with a gesture to either his head or heart
wrought with: worked upon
He shall surely die that did it: doubly ironic because 1) it was Lussurioso himself who wanted Castiza seduced, 2) Vindici himself ultimately meets this fate
[fine]: fiue (Q)
For chaste respect: out of respect for her chastity
Has not heaven an ear? Is all lightning wasted?: Not necessarily an aside because Vindici can make Lussurioso think he's talking about Piato, as earlier with "Oh, villain!"
modest: 1) small, slight (cf. Henry VIII IV.i), 2) involving chastity
full mark: a close look
wind: entice; Ross glosses "'turn or deflect in a certain direction' (OED), the ensuing bleed supporting Harrier's reading as a hunting metaphor: 'drive him down wind by letting him scent you.'"
[thou]: thon (Q)
observe: 1) serve, revere, respect, 2) humor, gratify (cf. Julius Caesar IV.iii)
in case: in a condition
convey'd: managed, handled
There it goes!: There may have been a clap of thunder at this point (as in V.iii when the masquers attack Lussurioso, as well as in The Atheist's Tragedy II.iv), but Vindici's outburst could merely signal he has come up with the plan of substituting the duke's body for Piato's.
convey'd: disposed of
[We]: Me (Q)
in grain: dyed in grain, set firm and hard, i.e., sound, foolproof
conjure: exorcise; cf. The Puritan, The Comedy of Errors IV.iv.
unlock yourself: release my arm
or this or these: referring to her arm in his and one other sign of affection, perhaps a kiss which she now gives him
bent lasciviously: inclined to lasciviousness
unequal: inferior in rank
[waist]: waste (Q)
IV.iv: cf. Hamlet III.iv
parent: Parents (Q)
iron nipples: their daggers
Cut not your days: do not cut your days short (by being executed for murder); another allusion to Exodus xx.12
possible, you: possible, Thou onely, you (Q)
A fellow of the world's condition: i.e., a fellow concerned only with material ends
work: urge, manipulate
quick in tune: quick to come into tune (adapt) to the current situation
to give aim to: a term from archery meaning to guide someone's aim, here Gratiana directing Castiza to aim her charms at Lussurioso
you: Vindici addresses his dagger, i.e., now that you've made Gratiana repent, you shall be sheathed
Wet...iron: Wee...you (Qa), Wet...you (Qb); the Qc reading is preferable because it extends the metaphor involving the dagger, and they have already made their mother blush.
fruitful grounds...long dry: "This traditional imagery of spiritual 'dryness,' 'sterility,' and 'fruitfulness' in virtues and good works (based, ultimately, on Genesis 1:28) enjoys a peculiar intensity in the present poetic context because of the playwright's virtual identification of stable moral and social values with the landed order of the old-fashioned manor" (Ross).
Take this infectious spot...from heaven: "Based on the Protestant doctrinal emphasis on the inseparability of 'true' repentance from faith: 'For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: It is the gift of God' (Ephesians 2:8)" (Ross).
[seld]: sild (Q); seldom found
of easy wax: i.e., pliable, easily manipulated
hue: complexion, appearance
Green-colour'd: young, inexperienced, virginal; Gibbons suggests there is an allusion to greenness as a "sign of love-sickness or vague desire" (as opposed to outright lust, as in II.iii), and possibly to the "anaemic complexions of adolescence," or chlorosis, which was attributed to love-sickness (cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.i, The Family of Love V.iii).
hire: prostitution; Ross notes the pun "higher" in conjunction with "baseness"
cloth-a'-silver: Cloth of silver was a fabric consisting of threads, wires or strips of silver, generally interwoven with silk or wool; cf. cloth of gold in Anything for a Quiet Life I.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's II.i, The Puritan III.ii
subtle elf: i.e., a spirit that works unseen
holy-wat'red: "Figuratively asserting that her tears represented spiritually genuine contrition and repentance, indeed were salt enough to taste of grace. The image recalls and poetically realizes ['fruitful grounds and meadows of her soul'], and depends upon the fact that salt is 'exorcised and blessed in the preparation of holy water for the Asperges before High Mass on Sunday and for the use of the faithful in their homes' (The Catholic Encyclopedia)" (Ross).
one I never: no one I ever; as Foakes notes, this utterance nicely illustrates Vindici's moral ambiguity
what for: on account of, as much for
usury: use for hire, prostitution; "The figurative use of the term (cf. Measure for Measure III.ii) permits the playwright to fuse his symbolic sense of sexual corruption and his hatred of a money economy" (Ross).
That's not the hope you look to be saved in: "Alluding sourly to Gratiana's commercial perversion of 'For we are saved by hope' (Romans 8:24)" (Ross).
I am as you e'en out of marble wrought: You have wrought me out of my marble state, i.e., I am now pliable to your wishes; this picks up on the earlier occurrence of "wrought," and may equate marble with chastity (cold and impenetrable).
Suns set in storm and daughters lose their lights: "As the word 'daughters' enforces the play on 'sons', so 'suns' enforces the play on 'lights' as meaning heavenly bodies, the sun, moon, and stars" (Foakes). Lose their lights = lose their direction; Castiza no doubt overheard her brothers' tirade.
intellectual: spiritual, what is apprehended by the intellect as opposed to the senses
kind: kind one, or else child, one of my kin
present: i.e., I really am your mother now
hospital: orphanage, or institution for children to be brought up in
did not: i.e., I did not speak truth when I said I was ready to prostitute myself
would: remain chaste
inherits: resides there; cf. Blurt, Master Constable I.ii.
[Be]: Buy (Q)
glass: mirror, and by extension, a model or exemplar
take heed you wake him not: "The farcical stage business involving the duke's corpse recalls Act IV of The Jew of Malta where Barabas and Ithamore strangle Friar Barnadine, prop him up with his own staff 'as if he were begging of bacon' and watch from concealment as Friar Jacomo supposes him to be barring the way and assaults him with a staff. Barabas then steps forth and accuses the friar of murder" (Gibbons).
returns: i.e., possible ways of describing the same situation. A return was a sheriff's report to a legal court confirming the execution of a writ. Later the word also came to mean the days on which such reports were made, and there were eight such days in Michaelmas Term. As Gibbons points out, the joke "is meant for lawyers or young students of the Inns of Court, whose presence in the audience resulted in a mass of such detailed references to legal matters in Jacobean plays."
flesh-flies: blow-flies, which eat and lay eggs in dead flesh
against: in readiness for
fly-flop: an instrument for driving away flies
politician: schemer; cf. The Phoenix I.vi, The Changeling V.ii.
huggermugger: secret; cf. Anything for a Quiet Life I.i, Hamlet IV.v.
catastrophe: the final act of a tragedy; Vindici is speaking in a self-consciously theatrical mode again.
open: present themselves
paint: use cosmetics
I'm for any weather: i.e., I'm game for anything
beast: (Qa); brest (Qb, Qc)
golls: hands; cf. A Chaste Maid in Cheapside II.ii, Blurt, Master Constable I.i.
nake: make naked, i.e., unsheathe
Meet with him: i.e., as an enemy, attack him; cf. 1 Henry IV IV.iv.
bear us out: support us
sa, sa, sa: from the French "ça, ça, ça," the exclamation of fencers when delivering a thrust; cf. King Lear IV.vi.
from your names: i.e., by names other than those you deserve
[SORDIDO]: 1. (Q)
[NENCIO]: 2. (Q)
like: appropriate, because, as Foakes points out, "Hippolito thinks of Lussurioso as addressing not the murderer of the duke, but the duke himself, who once called Lussurioso 'villain, traitor'" in II.iii.
comet: an ill omen. According to medieval astrology, the stars that controlled men's fate were fixed and incorruptible; on the other hand, meteors, which are sublunary, were corruptible and subject to change, and heralded or were provoked by evil events on earth. Cf. The Changeling V.iii, The Bloody Banquet V.ii, Julius Caesar I.iii & II.i. Ambitioso's metaphoric comment foreshadows the "blazing star" of V.iii.
has been i' th' country: "Alluding to the proverbial associations of the court with deceit, and of truth with simplicity, which is found in the country" (Foakes).
cast: cast off, rejected (cf. Your Five Gallants IV.viii, Blurt, Master Constable II.ii), with the possible connotation of "vomited," a favorite Middleton usage (cf. Your Five Gallants II.iv, The Witch I.ii, III.ii, The Changeling II.ii, The Phoenix III.ii, The Old Law III.i, The Family of Love V.iii, The Puritan III.i, The Bloody Banquet II.i.)
tug: tug as at an oar, i.e., contend or strive, in the new movement of events
stick: keep silent
indifferent: ordinary, insignificant; cf. Your Five Gallants II.iv.
post-horse: messengers on horseback
How foreign markets go: The phrase has been variously explained. Loughrey: "Perhaps equivalent to the modern, 'You can see how the wind's blowing.'" Foakes: "The proverb 'You may know by the market men how the markets go'...perhaps helps to explain Vindice's point, that as the new duke behaves, so his courtiers will follow suit. I cannot explain 'foreign', except as a jest for, and a means of distancing the action from, a London audience." But Gibbons sees a reference to "the market for titles in Jacobean England: James I gave away and sold huge numbers of knighthoods and baronetcies." The speed at which James brought in these "carpet knights" is often mentioned by Middleton (cf. The Witch II.i, The Phoenix I.vi, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside I.ii, Your Five Gallants II.iv), and "foreign" may hint at his Scots heritage, which many Englishmen disdained.
Courtiers have feet o' th' nines and tongues o' th' twelves: i.e., their flattering tongues are three sizes larger than their feet
mean season: meantime
Time hath several falls: Although point is made clear by the context, the word "falls" can be variously defined: "perhaps, fashions, or changes, by metaphor from the article of clothing, the veil or collar known as a 'fall'...or moments of being thrown down, suggested by 'falls' in wrestling; or hinting of autumns, seasons of decline and decay" (Foakes). Middleton often uses falls/veils with the pun "falls from grace": cf. Your Five Gallants I.i, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside III.ii, The Bloody Banquet I.iii.
firm: safe, secure, unsuspected
Strike one strain more: play one more tune, i.e., make one last effort
mark: target, i.e., Lussurioso, the new duke
out: 1) not involved, 2) out of a position of power; cf. King Lear V.iii.
[AMBITIOSO]: And. (Q)
['Tis]: 'ts (Q)
masque is treason's license: "For the idea of using a masque to engineer the climax of his play, the author is probably indebted to Marston's Antonio's Revenge" (Foakes).
strike: 1) banish, 2) play (a tune), which continues the musical metaphor from the previous scene
flow in too much milk: i.e., are not manly enough; cf. King Lear I.iv.
livers: 1) the seat of violent passions, including courage (hence "lily-livered" = cowardly, 2) inhabitants
FIRST LORD: As in Q, but since the Third Lord follows, perhaps the compositor has counted Piero as the first, and the s.p. here should be Second Lord.
toward: impending, imminent; cf. The Phoenix II.ii, Anything for a Quiet Life IV.i.
affect: 1) desire, 2) aspire, 3) pretend
tale: the allegory of the masque
undistinguish'd hair almost: i.e., the smallest detail; cf. similar images in The Witch II.iii, The Bloody Banquet III.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's II.i, Troilus and Cressida III.i.
true form: correct order of the dance
weightily: (they will bleed) heavily
effectually: (they will bleed) to good effect
drunk down: overcome by drinking
possessing: installation as duke, coronation
sounding: loud, sonorous
shine: smile, relying on the popular image of a ruler as the sun; cf. Cymbeline V.v.
subsidies: installments. Subsidies were sums of money granted by parliament to the sovereign for special circumstances; under James, these were created by taxing lands and goods.
committed treason: i.e., threatening his life by being a fatal omen
ill-knotted: perhaps anticipating the hair imagery in the next few lines
bushing: bushy, referring to the comet's tail
Before it: i.e., before his coronation
whom art and learning weds: i.e., those combine practical skill and learning
[wear]: were (Q)
locks: A particular metaphor used in the linking of comets with their status as omens of a sovereign's death is that of hair: cf. "bearded" in The Bloody Banquet, "crystal tresses" in 1 Henry VI I.i). The "locks" refer a comet's fiery trail.
read: well-read, learned
most: most threatening, or most immediate
thing: referring to the comet
thunder's watchwords: Gibbons notes the "close similarity to Hoffman's response to thunder's insistent peals, demanding that he revenge" (cf. Chettle's The Tragedy of Hoffman I.i). Foakes believes "this use of thunder as, so to speak, the voice of God, has its origin in the Bible; see Job xxxvi.14. The immediate suggestion, however, may have come from King Lear III.ii." Loughrey, however, maintains that "in fact the thunder, like the other portents in the play, is morally ambiguous." In other words, Vindici only thinks he is the hand of God.
When thunder claps, heaven likes the tragedy: another consciously theatrical self-reference
sped: sent on his way, i.e., killed
[SUPERVACUO]: Spur. (Q). Editors traditionally reassign this line to Supervacuo. Some of them examine this issue in light of which character has the rightful claim, but this isn't very firm ground because all of them would proclaim themselves duke anyway. The best rationale to emend is that 1) reassigning to Supervacuo clarifies the action, i.e., the chain of slayings, 2) the s.p. for Supervacuo and Spurio are very similar and could easily have resulted in compositor error, as above.
traitor: Traytors (Q)
[make]: wake (Q)
[unhallowed]: unhollowed (Q)
['Sblood]: Sloud (Q)
marrow: delicious food; perhaps Vindici, in the throes of his bloodlust, is referring to the Fourth Man being led to execution, but probably, as he is moving toward Lussurioso, he anticipates the joy of seeing him die (or perhaps even covertly finishing him off) after he thought he was already dead.
be express'd: express myself
unlikely: not fit to rule
silver age: with the allusion to the second age in classical mythology, an age of peace and prosperity (cf. the Iron Age allusion in IV.i).
[may]: nay (Q)
strangeliest carried: brought about most strangely
[heard]: hard (Q)
witty carried: brought about cleverly
to: two (Q)
come about: come to this, turned out this way, with the sense of a reversal
set: die, with the sun/son pun
conscience: 1) moral understanding, 2) conviction, self-assurance
brass: alluding to the brass tablets upon which the dead were memorialized
witch: prophesier, fortune-teller
in forever: i.e., sentenced to death
slipp'd: allowed to pass notice
clipp'd: 1) beheaded, referring to those lords who joined them in their revenge 2) named (a pun on ycleped), thus implicating them in the revenge conspiracy, 3) embraced, a figurative implication. Vindici has not done so, however, because that would be cowardly and make them worse than beggars. Finally, there is the pun on clipping, or paring, the edges of nobles, gold coins worth 6s. 8d., another reason why they would be less than beggars. Cf. The Witch II.ii, Blurt, Master Constable II.i, III.iii.
[Exeunt omnes.]: Exit. (Q)