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ha ? here's a forehead, an eye, a head, a hair, Mat. Lady, erect your gracious symmetry; that would make a-or if you have any spare Shine in the gphere of sweet affection : pair of silver spurs, I'll do you as much right in Your eye is heavy, as the heart of night. // all kind offices

Mel. My thoughts are as black as your beard ; Feli. Of a kind parasite.

my fortunes as ill-proportioned as your legs; and Foro. As any of my mean fortunes shall be all the powers of my mind as leaden as your wit, able to.

and as dusty as your face is swarthy. Bal. As I am a truo Christian now, thou hast Gal. Faith, sweet, I'll lay thee on the lips for won the spurs. Feli. For flattery.

Mel. I pray theo intrude not on a dead man's Oh, how I hate that same Egyptian louse ;

right.
A rotten maggot, that lives by stinking filth Gal. No, but the living's just possession.
Of tainted spirits! Vengeance to such dogs, Thy lips, and love, aro mine.
That sprout by gnawing senseless carrion! Mel. You ne'er took seizin' on them yet.

Forbear:
Enter ALBERTO.

There's not a vacant corner of my heart,
Alb. Gallants, saw you my mistress, the Lady But all is fill'd with dead Antonio's loss.
Rossaline?

Then urge no more; oh leave? to love at all; Foro. My mistress, the Lady Rossaline, left 'Tis less disgraceful not to mount, than fall. the presence even now.

Mat. Bright and refulgent lady, deign your Cast. My mistress, the Lady Rossaline, withdrew her gracious aspect even now.

You see this blade,-had it a courtly lip, Bal. My mistress, the Lady Rossaline, with It would divulge my valour, plead my love, drew her gracious aspect even now.

Jostle that skipping feeble amorist Feli. Well said, Echo.

Out of your love's seat; I am Matzagente. Alb. My mistress, and his mistress, and your Gal. Hark thee, I pray thee taint not thy sweet mistress, and the dog's mistress : precious dear heaven, that Alberto lives to have such rivals! With that sot's gabble; by thy beauteous cheek, Slid, I have been searching every private room, He is the flagging'st bulrush that c'er droopt Corner, and secret angle of the court;

With each slight mist of rain. But with pleas'd And yet, and yet, and yet she lives conceal'd.

eye Good, sweet Felice, tell me how to find

Smile on my courtship. My bright-faced mistress out.

Mel. What said you, sir? Alas! my thought Feli. Why, man, cry out for lanthorn and

was fix'd candle-light; for 'tis your only way to find your Upon another object. Good, forbear: bright flaming wench with your light burning I shall but weep. Ay me, what boots a tear! torch; for most commonly these light creatures Come, come, let's dance. Oh music, thou distill'st) live in darkness,

More sweetness in us than this jarring world : Alb. Away, you heretic, you'll be burnt for Both time and measure from thy strains do Feli. Go, you amorous hound, follow the scent breathe, of your mistress' shoe; away! [Exit Alb. Whilst from the channel of this dirt doth flow

Foro. Make a fair presence, boys, advance Nothing but timeless grief, unmeasured woe. your lights; the princess makes approach.

Ant. Oh how impatience cramps my cracked Bal. And please the gods, now in very good

veins, deed, la, you shall see me tickle the measures And cruddles thick my blood, with boiling rage! for the heavens. Do my hangers' show? Oh eyes, why leap you not like thunderbolts,

Or cannon bullets in my rival's face; Enter Piero, Antonio, Mellida, RossALINE, Oy me infeliche misero, o lamentevol fato ? 3

GALEATZO, MATZAGENTE, ALBERTO, and Alb. What means the lady fall upon the ground? FLAVIA. As they enter, FELICE and Cas

Ros. Belike the falling sickness. TILIO make a rank for the Duke to pass Ant. I cannot brook this sight, my thoughts through. FOROBOSCO ushers the Duke to his state; then, whilst Piero speaketh his first Here lies a wretch, on whom heaven never smiled. speech, MELLIDA is taken by GALEATZO and

Ros. What, servant, ne'er a word, and I here, MATZAGENTE to dance, they supporting her ; ROSSALINE, in like manner, by ALBERTO and I would shoot some speech forth, to strike tho

BALURDO; FLAVIA by FELICE and Castilio. time Pie. Beauteous Amazon, sit and seat your With pleasing touch of amorous compliment. thoughts

Say sweet, what keeps thy mind, what think'st In the reposure of most soft content.

thou on? Sound music there. Nay, daughter, clear your

Alb. Nothing. eyes

Ros. What's that nothing? From these dull fogs of misty discontent:

Aib. A woman's constancy. Look sprightly, girl. What? thoughi Antonio's Ros. Good, why, would'st thou have us sluts, drown'd,

and never shift the vesture of our thoughts? That peevish dotard on thy excellence,

Away for shame. That hated issue of Andrugio:

Alb. Oh no, th’art too constant to alllict my Yet may'st thou triumph in my victories;

heart, Since, lo, the high-born bloods of Italy

Too too firm fixed in unmoved scorn.
Sue for thy seat of love. Let music sound,
Beauty and youth run descant? on love's ground.

I seizin-possession.

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acterized by great inequality. Hazlitt calls him ' a writer of great merit, diy from the ground of comedy, and whose forte was not sympathy either or softer emotions, but an impatient scorn and bitter indignation against lies of men, which vented itself either in comic verse or lofty invective.

a satirist.' We have selected Antonio and Mellida, both on account of its . and as being on the whole the most appropriate of Marston's dramas for a present. It is printed as it stands in the original edition, except that the Inized.]

ANTONIO AND. MELLIDA:

A HISTORY.

ACTED BY THE CHILDREN OF PAUL'S.

BY JOHN MARSTON.

London. 1602.

Dramatis Personæ. .ZA, Duke of Venice.

CASTILIO BALTHAZAR. Duke of Genoa.

Carzo, his Servant. en of Andrugio, disguised as FLORI- DILDO, Servant to Balurdo. in Amazon.

Lucio, Companion or Servant to Andrugio. son of the Duke of Florence.

A Page. "TE, a braggadocio, Duke of Milan's son. 0, a parasite.

MELLIDA, Piero's Daughter. a silly, 'mountebanking' courtier. ROSSALINE, Niece to Piero. shrewd, contemplative cynic.

FLAVIA, Maid to Rossaline. *%, Venetian Gentleman.

Courtiers, etc.
SCENE-In and around Venice.

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"ALEATZO, Piero, ALBERTO, Antonio, Of the slight'st fortunes, as if Hercules

! And stalks as proud upon the weakest stilts BOSCO, BALURDO, MATZAGENTE, and

Or burly Atlas shouldered up their state. with parts in their hands, having

Pie. Good; but whom act you ? ast over their apparel.

Alb. The necessity of the play forceth me to sirs, come! the music will sound act two parts: Andrugio, the distressed Duke of Are ye ready, are ye Genoa, and Alberto, a Venetian gentleman, ena

moured on the Lady Rossaline; whose fortunes our parts; but we are being too weak to sustain the port of her, he

must cast our actors. | prov'd always disastrous in love; his worth nate?

being underpoised1 by the uneven scale, that

currents? all things by the outward stamp of u frame your exterior opinion.

Gal. Well, and what dost thou play? jesty;

Bal. The part of all the world. ising head

Alb. The part of all the world? What's that? ir fortune's belt Bal. The fool. Ay, in good deed law now, I big in thought, play Balurdo, a wealthy mountebauking burgosful arms.

masco's 3 heir of Venice.
I'll suit it right.
ce up the hair, and
custom is grown

I underpoised-undervalued.

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Ros. Pish, pish; I fixed in unmoved scorn? In glistering habiliments of arms Why, I'll love thee to-night.

To seize his love, spite of her father's spite,Aib. But whom to-morrow?

But like himself, wretched and miserable, Ros. Faith, as the toy puts me in the head. Banish'd, forlorn, despairing, struck quite throuzh.

Bal. An pleased the marble heavens, now With sinking grief, rolled up in sevenfold doubles would I might be the toy, to put you in the head, Of plagues, vanquishable : hark! he speaks to kindly to conceit my my my: pray you give in thee. an epithet for love.

Mel. Alas, I cannot hear, nor see him. Feli. Roaring, roaring.

Ant. Why? all this night about the room he Bal. Oh love, thou hast murdered me, made stalk'd, me a shadow, an you hear not Balardo, but And groan'd, and howl'd with raging passion, Balurdo's ghost.

To view his love (life-blood of all his hopes, Ros. Can a ghost speak?

Crown of his fortunes) clipt? by strangers' arms. Bal. Scurvily, as I do.

Look but behind thee. Ros. And walk?

Mel. Oh, Antonio; my lord, my love, myBal. After their fashion.

Ant. Leave passion, sweet, for time, place, air, Ros. And eat apples?

and earth, Bal. In a sort, in their garb.

Are all our foes; fear, and be jealous, fair, Feli. Pr’ythee, Flavia, be my mistress.

Let's fly. Fla. Your reason, good Felice?

Mel. Dear heart; ha, whither? Feli. Faith, I have nineteen mistresses already, Ant. Oh, 'tis no matter whither, but let's fly. and I not much disdain that thou should'st make Ha! now I think on't, I have ne'er a home : up the full score.

No father, friend, no country to embrace Fla. Oh, I hear you make common places of These wretched limbs: the world, the All that is your mistresses, to perform the office of memory Is all my foe: a prince not worth a doit: by. Pray you, in ancient times were not those Only my head is hoised? to high rate

, satin hose? In good faith, now they are new Worth twenty thousand double pistolets, . dyed, pinked,” and scoured, they show as well as To him that can but strike it from these shoulders. if they were new.

But come, sweet creature, thou shalt be my home; What, mute, Balurdo?

My father, country, riches, and my friend: Feli. Ay, in faith, an 'twere not for printing My all, my soul; and thou and I will live: and painting, my breech and your face would be (Let's think like what) and thou and I will out of reparation.

live Bal. Ay, an faith, an 'twere not for printing Like unmatch'd mirrors of calamity. and painting, my breech and your face would be The jealous ear of night eave-drops our talk. out of reparation.

Hold thee, there's a jewel; and look thee, there's
Feli. Good again, Echo.
Fla. Thou art, by nature, too foul to be That will direct thee when, where, how to fly;
affected. 3

Bid me adieu.
Feli. And thou, by art, too fair to be beloved. Mel. Farewell, bleak misery!
By wit's life, most spark spirits, but hard chance. Ant. Stay, sweet, let's kiss before you go!
Ta ty dine.

Mel. Farewell, dear soul!
Pie. Gallants, the night grows old, and downy Ant. Farewell, my life, my heart !

sleep
Courts us, to entertain his company :
Our tired'limbs, bruis’d in the morning fight,
Entreat soft rest, and gentle hush'd repose.

ACT III.
Fill out Greek wines; prepare fresh cresset light:
We'll have a banquet: Princes, then good night. Enter ANDRUGIo in armour, Lucio with a she-
The cornets sound a synnet, and the DUKE goes

herd's gown in his hand, and a Page. out in state. As they are going out, ANTONIO And. Is not yon gleam, the shuddering morn stays MELLIDA; the rest exeunt.

that flakes, Ant. What means these scatter'd looks? Wủy With silver tincture, the east verge of heaven ? tremble you?

Lu. I think it is, so please your excellence. Whyquake your thoughts, in your distracted eyes? Prythee observe the custom of the world,

And. Away, I have no excellence to please. Collect your spirits, madam; what do you see? Dost not behold a ghost ?

That only flatters greatness, states exalts Look, look where he stalks, wrapt up in clouds

And please my excellence! O Lucio, of grief,

Thou hast been ever held respected dear, Darting his soul upon thy wond'ring eyes.

Even precious to Andrugio's inmost love. Look, he comes towards thee; see, he stretches Good, flatter not. Nay, if thou giv'st not faith out

That I am wretched, oh read that, read that! Ilis wretched arms to girt thy loved waist,

PIERO SFORZA to the ITALIAN PRINCES, fortune. With a most wish'd embrace: seest him not yet?

Excellent, the just overthrow Andrugio took in the Nor yet? Ha, Mellida; thou well may'st err:

Venetian Gulf, hath so assured the Genoese of the jusFor look; he walks not like Antonio,

tice of his cause, and the hatefulness of his person, Like that Antonio that this morning shone that they have banished him and all his family; an i

for confirmation of their peace with us, have vowed.

that if he or his son can be attached, 3 to send us boch i toy--whim.

their heads. We therefore, by force of our united 2 pinked-scalloped and otherwise ornamented.

league, forbid you to harbour him, or his blood; but if 3 atjected-loved.

you apprehend his person, we entreat you to send him, 4 cresset light-an open lamp, exhibited on a beacon,

or his head, to us. For we vow, by the honour of one carried upon a pole, or otherwise suspended. The etymology is probably croiset, a crucible or open pot, which always contained the light. Colgrave describes it as made of ropes wreathed, pitched, and put into small 1 clipt-embraced. 2 hoised-hoisted, raised and open cages of iron. -NARES.

3 attached--seized.

blood, to recompense any man that bringeth his head Lu. Peace, good my lord, your speech is all with twenty thousand double pistolets, and the endear too light. ing to our choicest love. From Venice: PIERO SFORZA.

Alas, survey your fortunes, look what's left

Of all your forces, and your utmost hopes ? And. My thoughts are fix'd in contemplation

A weak old man, a page, and your poor self. Why this huge earth, this monstrous animal,

And. Andrugio lives, and a fair cause of That eats her children, should not have eyes arms, and ears.

Why, that's an army all invincible ! Philosophy maintains that Nature's wise, He who hath that, hath a battalion And forms no useless or unperfect thing.

Royal, armour of proof, huge troops of barbed Did Nature make the earth, or the earth Nature? steeds, For earthly dirt makes all things, makes the man, Main squares of pikes, millions of harguebush." Moulds me up honour; and like a cunning Oh, a fair cause stands firm, and will abide. Dutchman,

Legions of angels fight upon her side. Paints me a puppet even with seeming breath,

Lu. Then, noblo spirit, slide, in strange disAnd gives a sot appearance of a soul:

guise, Go to, go to; thou liest, Philosophy.

Unto some gracious prince, and sojourn there, Nature forms things un perfect, useless, vain.

Till time and fortune give revenge firm means. Why made she not the earth with eyes and ears?

And. No, I'll not trust the honour of a man, That she might see desert, and hear men's Gold is grown great, and makes perfidiousness plaints:

A common water in most princes' courts : That when a soul is splitted, sunk with grief,

He's in the chekle-roll:? I'll not trust my blood; He might fall thus, upon the breast of earth;

I know none breathing, but will cog a dies
And in her ear halloo his misery:

For twenty thousand double pistolets.
Exclaiming thus, 0 thou all-bearing earth, How goes the time?
Which men do gape for, till thou cram'st their Lu. I saw no sun to-day.
mouths,

And. No sun will shine where poor Andrugio And chok'st their throats with dust: oh chaune? breathes : thy breast,

My soul grows heavy: boy, let's have a song: And let me sink into thee. Look who knocks; We'll sing yet, faith, even despite of fate. Andrugio calls. But oh, she's deaf and blind.

[They sing. A wretch but lean relief on earth can find.

'Tis a good boy, and by my troth, well sung. Lu. Sweet lord, abandon passion, and disarm. Oh, an thou felt'st my grief, I warrant thee, Since by the fortune of the tumbling sea,

Thou would'st have struck division to the We are roll'd up upon the Venice marsh,

height, Let's clip2 all fortune, lest more low'ring fate

And made the life of music breathe: hold, boy; And. More low'ring fate ? O Lucio, choke why so ? that breath.

For God's sake call me not Andrugio, Now I defy chance. Fortune's brow hath

That I may soon forget what I have been. frown'd,

For Heaven's name, name not Antonio, Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend:

That I may not remember he was mine. Her venom's spit. Alas, what country rests, 3

Well, ere yon sun set, I'll show myself myself, What son, what comfort that she can deprive ?

Worthy my blood. I was a duke; that's all. Triumphs not Venice in my overthrow ?

No matter whither, but from whence we fall. Gapes not my native country for my blood ?

[Exeunt. Lies not my son tomb'd in the swelling main ?

Enter FELICE walking, unbraced. And yet more low'ring fate? There's nothing

Feli. Castilio? Alberto ? Balurdo? none up? left

Forobosco ? Flattery, nor thou up yet: Unto Andrugio, but Andrugio:

Then there's no courtier stirring: that's firm And that nor mischief, force, distress, nor hell

truth?
can take,

I cannot sleep: Felice seldom rests
Fortune my fortunes, not my mind shall shake.
Lu. Speak like yourself ; but give me leave, To see if the nocturnal court delights

In these court lodgings. I have walked all night,

Could force me envy their felicity: To wish your safety. If you are but seen,

And by plain troth-I will confess plain trothYour arms display you; therefore put them off,

I envy nothing, but the traverses light. And take And. Would'st thou have me go unarm'd See sport, hear speech of most strange surquedries.

Oh, had it eyes, and ears, and tongues, it might among my foes ?

Oh, if that candle-light were made a poet, Being besieg’d by passion, ent'ring lists,

He would prove a rare firkingi satirist, To combat with despair and mighty grief:

And draw the core forth of impostum'd sin. My soul beleaguer'd with the crushing strength

Well, I thank Heaven yet, that my content of sharp impatience? Ha, Lucio, go unarm'd ?

Can envy nothing but poor candle-light.
Come, soul, resume the valour of thy birth;
Myself, myself

, will dare all opposites:
I'll muster forces, an unvanquish'd power:

1 harguebush-harquebusses. Cornets of horse shall press th' ungrateful earth; household servants.

2 chekle-roll-ie. chequer-roll or check-roll, a list of This hollow wombed mass shall inly groan,

3 cog a die-To cog is to lie or cheat; to cog the dice And murmur to sustain the weight of arms: is to load or tamper with them in some way. Ghastly amazement, with upstarted hair,

4 division seems to have been the technical term for Shall hurry on before, and usher us,

the pauses or parts of a musical composition. STEVENS. Whilst trumpets clamour, with a sound of death.

5 trarerse light-i.e. the lamp giving light to the different passages.-DILKE,

6 surquedries-presumptions, from the old Fr., in

which cuider means to think, presume. I chaune- gape, open; from Gr. chaunő, to gape. firking. Firk is used in so many senses it is difficult Nares.

? clip-embrace. to fix the meaning; generally it is applied to any sudden 3 resis-remains.

Cornets-companies. | motion, here it may mean searching, keen.

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