Part 29

_Pand._ She's gone, nere bend her. I know her heart, she could not want his company: Blessing go with thy soul, sweet Angels shadow it O, that I were the third now, what a happiness! But I must live, to see you layd in earth both, Then build a Chapel to your memories, Where all my wealth shall fashion out your stories. Then dig a little grave besides, and all's done. How sweet she looks, her eyes are open smiling, I thought she had been alive, you are my charge Sir, And amongst you, I'll see his goods distributed. Take up the bodies, mourn in heart my friends, You have lost two noble succors; follow me, And thou sad Countrey, weep this misery. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner, Citizens, _and Souldiers, as many as may be._

_Sess._ Keep the Ports strongly mann'd, and let none enter, But such as are known Patriots.

_All._ Liberty, liberty.

_Sess._ 'Tis a substantial thing, and not a word You men of _Naples_, which if once taken from us, All other blessings leave us; 'tis a jewel Worth purchasing, at the dear rate of life, And so to be defended. O remember What you have suffer'd, since you parted with it; And if again you wish not to be slaves, And properties to _Ferrand's_ pride and lust, Take noble courage, and make pe[r]fect what Is happily begun.

_1. Cit._ Our great preserver, You have infranchis'd us, from wretched bondage.

_2. Cit._ And might be known, to whom we owe our freedom, We to the death would follow him.

3. _Cit._ Make him King, The Tyrant once remov'd.

_Sess._ That's not my end. 'Twas not ambition that brought me hither, With these my faithful friends, nor hope of spoil; For when we did possess the Tyrants treasure, By force extorted from you, and employed, To load you with most miserable thraldome, We did not make it ours, but with it purchas'd The help of these, to get you liberty, That for the same price kept you in subjection. Nor are we _Switzers_, worthy Countrey-men, But _Neapolitans_, now eye me well; And tho the reverend _Emblems_ of mine age, My silver locks are shorne, my beard cut off, Partaking yet of an adulterate Colour; Tho 14 years you have not seen this face, You may remember it, and call to mind, There was a Duke of _Sess_, A much wrong'd Prince, Wrong'd by this Tyrant _Ferrand_.

1. _Cit._ Now I know him.

2. _Cit._ 'Tis he, long live the Duke of _Sess_.

_Sess._ I thank you. The injuries I receiv'd, I must confess, Made me forget the love I owed this Country, For which I hope, I have given satisfaction, In being the first that stir'd, to give it freedome; And with your loves and furtherance, will call back, Long banisht peace, and plenty, to this people.

2. _Cit._ Lead where you please, we'll follow.

1. _Cit._ Dare all dangers.

_Enter_ Pandulf, _the Bodies of_ Virolet, _and_ Juliana _upon a Hearse._

_Sess._ What solemn funeral's this?

_Pand._ There rest a while, And if't be possible there can be added Wings to your swift desire of just revenge, Hear, (if my tears will give way to my words) In brief a most sad story.

_Sess._ Speak, what are they? I know thee well _Pandulfe_.

_Pand._ My best Lord? As far as sorrow will give leave, most welcome; This _Virolet_ was, and but a Son of mine, I might say, the most hopeful of our Gentry; And though unfortunate, never ignoble: But I'll speak him no farther. Look on this, This face, that in a savage would move pitty, The wonder of her Sex, and having said 'Tis _Juliana_, Eloquence will want words To set out her deservings; this blest Lady That did indure the Rack, to save her Husband, That Husband, who, in being forc'd to leave her, Indur'd a thousand tortures; by what practise, I know not, (but 'twas sure a cunning one) Are made, the last I hope, but sad examples Of _Ferrands_ tyranny. Convey the bodies hence.

_Sess._ Express your sorrow In your revenge, not teares, my worthy Soldiers: That fertile earth that teem'd so many children, To feed his cruelty, in her wounded wombe, Can hardly now receive 'em.

_Boats._ We are cold, Cold walls shall not keep him from us.

_Gun._ Were he cover'd with mountains, and room only for a Bullet to be sent level at him, I would speed him.

_M[r]._ Let's scale this petty Tower; at Sea we are Falcons, And fly unto the main top in a moment. What then can stop us here?

_1 Cit._ We'll tear him piece-meal.

_2 Cit._ Or eat a passage to him.

_Ses._ Let discretion Direct your anger; that's a victory, Which is got with least loss, let us make ours such: And therefore friends, while we hold parley here, Raise your scalado on the other side, But enter'd wreak your suffrings.

[_Exit Saylors and Soldiers._

_1 Cit._ In our wrongs: There was no mean.

_2 Cit._ Nor in our full revenge Will we know any.

_Sess._ Be appeas'd good man, No sorrow can redeem them from deaths Prison; What his inevitable hand hath seiz'd on, The world cannot recover. All the comfort That I can give to you, is to see vengeance Pour'd dreadfully upon the Authors head, Of which their ashes may be sensible, That have fain by him. [_Sound a parley._

_Enter_ Ferrand, Martia, Ascanio, _and_ Ronvere, _above._

_Pand._ They appear.

_Fer._ 'Tis not that we esteem rebellious Traytors Worthy an answer to their proudest Summons That we vouchsafe our presence; or to exchange One syllable with 'em: but to let such know, Though circled round with treason, all points bent As to their Center at my heart, 'tis free, Free from fear, villains, and in this weak Tower _Ferrand_ commands as absolute, as when He trod upon your necks, and as much s[c]orns you. And when the Sun of Majesty shall break through The clouds of your rebellion, every beam Instead of comfortable heat shall send Consuming plagues among you; and you call That government which you term'd tyrannous Hereafter, gentle.

_Sess._ Flatter not thy self With these deluding hopes, thou cruel beast, Thou art i'th' toyle, and the glad Huntsman prouder, By whom thou art taken, of his prey, than if (Like thee) he should command, and spoil his Forrest.

_Fer._ What art thou?

_Sess._ To thy horror Duke of _Sesse_.

_Fer._ The Divel.

_Sess._ Reserv'd for thy damnation.

_Fer._ Why shakes my love?

_Mart._ O I am lost for ever; Mountains divide me from him; some kind hand Prevent our fearful meeting: Or lead me To the steep rock, whose rugged brows are bent Upon the swelling main; there let me hide me: And as our bodies then shall be divided, May our souls never meet.

_Fer._ Whence grows this, Sweetest?

_Mar._ There are a thousand furies in his looks; And in his deadly silence more loud horror, Than when in hell the tortur'd and tormentors Contend whose shreeks are greater. Wretched me! It is my father.

_Sess._ Yes, and I will own her, Sir, Till my revenge. It is my daughter, _Ferrand_; My daughter thou hast whor'd.

_Fer._ I triumph in it: To know she's thine, affords me more true pleasure, Than the act gave me, when even at the height, I crack'd her Virgin zone. Her shame dwell on thee, And all thy family; may they never know A female issue, but a whore; _Ascanio_. _Ronvere_, look cheerfull; be thou a man too, And learn of me to dye. That we might fall, And in our ruines swallow up this Kingdom, Nay the whole world, and make a second _Chaos_. And if from thence a new beginning rise, Be it recorded this did end with us; And from our dust hath embryon.

_Ron._ I liv'd with you, And will dye with you; your example makes me Equally bold.

_Asc._ And I resolv'd to bear What ere my fate appoints me.

_Sess._ They are ours, Now to the spoyl.

_Boats._ Pitty the Lady; to all else be deaf. [_Exeunt._ _Within_, Kill, kill, kill. [_Alarum Flo. Trumpets. Retreat._

_Enter_ Sesse _with_ Ferrands _head, the Citizens, Master,_ _Boteswaine, Gunner, Souldiers bringing in_ Ascanio, _and_ Martia.

_Sess._ Cruel beginnings meet with cruel ends; And the best sacrifice to Heaven for peace, Is tyrants blood: and those that stuck fast to him, Flesh'd instruments in his commands to mischief, With him dispatch'd.

_Boats._ They are cut off.

_Sess._ 'Tis well.

_All._ Thanks to the Duke of _Sesse_.

_Sess._ Pay that to Heaven, And for a general joy, give general thanks: For blessings nere descend from Heaven, but when A grateful Sacrifice ascends from men. To your devotion, leave me, there's a Scene, Which I would act alone; yet you may stay, For wanting just spectators, 'twill be nothing. The rest forbear me.

_Cit._ Liberty, liberty, liberty.

_Mar._ I would I were as far beneath the Centre, As now I stand above it; how I tremble! Thrice happy they that dyed; I dying live To stand the whirlwind of a fathers fury. Now it moves toward me.

_Sess._ Thou, I want a name, By which to stile thee: All articulate sounds That do express the mischief of vile woman, That are, or have been, or shall be, are weak To speak thee to the height. Witch, Parricide, For thou, in taking leave of modesty, Hast kild thy father, and his honor lost; He's but a walking shadow to torment thee. To leave, and rob thy father; then set free His foes, whose slavery he did prefer Above all treasure, was a strong defeazance To cut off, even the surest bonds of mercy. After all this, having given up thy self, Like to a sensual beast, a slave to lust, To play the whore, and then (high Heaven it racks me) To find out none to quench thy appetite, But the most cruel King, whom next to Hell, Thy father hated; and whose black imbraces Thou shouldst have fled from, as the whips of furies; What canst thou look for?

_Enter Pandulph, and bodies born on the Herse._

_Mart._ Death; and 'tis not in you To hurt me farther: my old resolution, Take now the place of fear; in this I liv'd, In this I'll dye, your daughter.

_Pand._ Look but here; You had I know, a guilty hand in this; Repent it Lady.

_Mart. Juliana_ dead? And _Virolet_?

_Pand._ By her unwilling hand.

_Mart._ Fates you are equal. What can now fall on me, That I will shrink at? now unmov'd I dare Look on your anger, and not bend a knee To ask your pardon; let your rage run higher Than billows rais'd up by a violent Tempest, And be, as that is, deaf to all intreaties: They are dead, and I prepar'd; for in their fall All my desires are summ'd up.

_Sess._ Impudent too? Die in it wretch.

_Boats._ Stay Sir. [_Boats. kills her._

_Sess._ How dar'st thou villain, Snatch from my sword the honor of my justice?

_Boats._ I never did you better service Sir, Yet have been ever faithful. I confess That she deserv'd to dye; but by whose hand? Not by a fathers. Double all her guilt, It could not make you innocent, had you done it. In me 'tis murder, in you 'twere a crime Heaven could not pardon. Witness that I love you, And in that love I did it.

_Sess._ Thou art Noble, I thank thee for't; the thought of her dye with her.

_Asc._ My turn is next: since she could find no mercy, What am I to expect?

_Cit._ With one voyce, Sir, The Citizens salute you with the stile Of King of _Naples_.

_Sess._ I must be excus'd, The burden is too heavy for my shoulder, Bestow it where 'tis due. Stand forth _Ascanio_, It does belong to you; live long and wear it, And warn'd by the example of your Unkle, Learn that you are to govern men, not beasts: And that it is a most improvident head, That strives to hurt the limbs that do support it. Give burial to the dead; for me, and mine, We will again to Sea, and never know, The place, which in my birth first gave me woe. [_Exeunt._

[_Flor. of Trumpets._

APPENDIX.

_In the following references to the text the lines are numbered from the top of the page, including titles, acts, stage directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline or mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented, there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the left._

It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation and _vice versâ_. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Misprints in the Quartos and the First Folio are recorded when they appear to be interesting. A word or two from the printed text is attached to the variants recorded below in cases where the variant, by itself, would not be sufficiently clear. Altered punctuation is shown, usually, by printing the old punctuation between the preceding and following words.

THE QUEEN OF CORINTH.

A = First Folio. B = Second Folio.

p. =1.= _Not in_ A, _except title._

p. =2=, l. 15. B] Euphenes. l. 28. B] Merionc.

p. =3=, l. 12. B] Agenenor.

p. =4=, l. 29. B] you. l. 40. B] Gentleman.

p. =5=, l. 31. A] Servant.

p. =6=, l. 23. _Colon added, as in_ A. l. 38. A _omits stage direction_.

p. =7=, l. 38. A _reads_]

_Bel._ Good _Euphanes,_ where benefits are ill conferr'd, I had thought, &c. (See p. 8, ll, 28-30.)

p. =8=, l. 28. B] Bell.

p. =10=, l. 30. A] was from you due to me:

p. =11=, ll. 29, 30. B] he is. For

p. =12=, l. 5. B] in my. l. 34. A] mine.

p. =13=, l. 7. B] Socines.

p. =15=, l. 12. A] unto this. 1. 13. B] nave. l. 23. B] Brother?

p. =17=, l. 16. B _omits mark of interrogation._ l. 26. A _omits_] the.

p. =18=, l. 20. A] thank ye.

p. =19=, l. 2. A] Gentlemen with Torches.

p. =20=, l. 7. B] Erates. l. 11. B] Ser.

p. =21=, l. 1. B] Leonides. A _adds_] Gent. with Lights. l. 28. B] t'is.

p. =22=, l. 9. A _misprints_] tooke. l. 18. A] strengths.

p. =23=, l. 11. B] Ah.

p. =26=, l. 36. A _reads_] Enter Drawer with Quissiions.

p. =30=, l. 18. A _omits stage direction_.

p. =31=, l. 29. B _misprints_] Gome.

p. =32=, l. 9. B] ege. l. 15. B] Gabbedge.

p. =33=, l. 16. B] Mart; to Mart.

p. =34=, l. 19. B] _Exeunt._

p. =36=, l. 24. A _omits_] Countries.

p. =37=, l. 28. A] so felicitated.

p. =40=, l. 21. A] forfeiture.

p. =43=, l. 12. A] 'em.

p. =45=. _The two Songs are not in_ A.

p. =46=, l. 36. B _misprints_] Enphanes.

p. =47=, l. 27. B _misprints turned m_.

p. =49=, l. 16. A and B _print stage direction 2 lines lower_.

p. =50=, l. 8. A] love will. l. 29. B] trapings. l. 30. B] Bottons.

p. =51=, l. 8. B] hubo. l. 19. B] Il'l. l. 27. A] o' stones.

p. =52=, l. 13. A] damne me's. l. 36. _The first parenthesis has been supplied, as in_ A.

p. =54=, l. 11. B] T'is.

p. =55=, l. 13. B] than than. l. 17. B] Il'd.

p. =56=, l. 30. B] gives.

p. =58=, l. 10. A] barbarisme. l. 2l. _The second parenthesis has been supplied, as in_ A. l. 32. _The second parenthesis has been supplied, as in_ A.

p. =59=, l. 4. A] innocency. l. 7. A _divides the line at_ Eave. l. 25. A _misprints_] with ail. l. 33. B _misprints_] Aud.

p. =60=, l. 7. B] is it to. l. 9. A _divides the line at_ thou. l. 24. A _omits_] the. l. 25. B] lay as. ll. 25, 26. B] feet, she gives. l. 38. A] imminent.

p. =61=, l. 11. A] Be that.

p. =62=, l. 9. B] min.

p. =64=, l. 27. A _divides at_ hazard. l. 32. A _divides at_ parts.

p. =65=, ll. 5, 6. A _divides at_ Neanthes _and_ fit. l. 32. A] Dan.

p. =66=, ll. 13, 14. A _divides at_ trust _and_ discharge. l. 22. A _divides at_ prosper. l. 27. A _adds] Exit._

p. =67=, l. 24. B] Nerione like Beliza. Conon l. 25. _A comma has been supplied after_ Sosicles.

p. =68=, l. 11. A _divides at_ confirms. l. 15. B _misprints_] That. l. 16. B] reads. l. 26. B] dispairng.

p. =69=, l. 11. B] this. l. 16. A] run-away. l. 19. A _omits_] 'ts.

p. =71=, l. 10. B _misprints_] Uuc. l. 31. A] ye would.

p. =72=, l. 25. B] Theamor. l. 32. B] you you. l. 33. B] displeasure be.

p. =73=, l. 1. B _misprints_] publickly. l. 4. B _misprints_] be.

p. =75=, l. 20. B] rises? l. 38. B] latter of.

p. =76=, l. 7. B] Sonnet. l. 20. B _misprints_] gracions.

BONDUCA.

p. =79=, _Not in_ A, _except title._

p. =80=, l. 25. A _omits_] at.

p. =82=, l. 23. B] fearful? ll. 38, 39. B] Britain-Foxes. More l. 40. B] Britain;

p. =83=, l. 5. B _misprints_] sor. l. 8. A] Romane.

p. =85=, l. 35. B] you this. ll. 36, 37. B] see. Although

p. =86=, l. 10. A _omits_] is't. ll. 26, 27. B] Petillius. That

p. =87=, l. 25. B _omits this line._

p. =88=, l. 20. B] soul.

p. =89=, l. 7. B] yon. l. 38. B _misprints_] Hecatomhs.

p. =90=, l. 23. B] (Mona).

p. =91=, l. 15. B _misprints_]failing. l. 32. B] Sweet. A] nothings.

p. =92=, l. 10. B] Sweet. l. 13. B _misprints_]occasious. l. 20. B _misprints_] Iu. ll. 31, 32. B] cools. Fling

p. =95=, l. 8. B _misprints_] Baitains. l. 27. A] Nor slaves. l. 28. B _misprints_] beseeeh.

p. =98=, l. 13. A _omits_] observing Junius. l. 34. A] brings.

p. =100=, l. 11. A] sick persons.

p. =101=, l. 33. B _misprints_] asl.

p. =102=, l. 10. B] have have.

p. =103=, l. 22. A] we'ld shew.

p. =104=, l. 7. A] gallows? They. l. 17. B] e'm l. 26. B _misprints_] Remans.

p. =105=, l. 36. B _misprints_] Dangh.

p. =106=, l. 7. B] me.

p. =108=, l. 15. B] think thou. l. 21. B] wist. l. 38. B _misprints_] otder.

p. =111=, l. 35. B _misprints_] sttrik'st.

p. =112=, l. 12. B _misprints_] Rome.

p. =112=, l. 39 and p. 113, l. 14. A] Audate.

p. =113=, l. 22. A] tempt him. l. 24. A] His hidden.

p. =114=, l. 26. A] I am.

p. =115=, l. 27. B] yet l. 37. A] toplesse Perinine.

p. =117=, l. 32. B] end'. l. 33. B] to.

p. =118=, l. 13. A] halloa. l. 26. B] swallow'd Drusus.

p. =119=, l. 38. A] 'em.

p. =120=, l. 1. A] salt-itcht. l. 6. B] my self anger. l. 23. B _misprints_] lawful. l. 37. A] and must we shame.

p. =121=, l. 20. B _misprints_] whole.

p. =122=, l. 3. B] fate.

p. =123=, l. 17. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 32. B] the.

p. =124=, l. 23. A] have ye.

p. =125=, l. 20. A] nesh nag. l. 22. A] of ballads.

p. =126=, l. 21. B] ye have. l. 30. B] shall, choak.

p. =128=, ll. 25, 26. B] He. That

p. =130=, l. 21. A _adds] Exeunt_.

p. =131=, l. 9. B _misprints_] Battles. l. 12. B _misprints_] scornful.

p. =133=, l. 11. B] bring all.

p. =134=, l. 10. B] dist. l. 21. B] whither.

p. =135=, l. 35. B] graet.

p. =136=, l. 5. A _omits stage direction._ l. 13. B] foe. I l. 15. B _misprints_] Penyns.

p. =137=, l. 13. B] souldiers? l. 29. B] out out-brav'd.

p. =138=, l. 9. B _misprints_] Cond.

p. =140=, l. 6. A] bloody fears. l. 36. B] our.]

p. =142=, l. 2. _The_ I _has dropped out in_ B. l. 16. A _omits stage direction._ l. 17. B _misprints_] Bend.

p. =143=, l. 1. A] Romane. _Omits stage direction._ l. 29. B] marriage-sons.

p. =145=, l. 7. A] sometimes. l. 10. B _misprints_] soidiers.

p. =147=, l. 13. A] life was. l. 14. B] drawn, pursue it on. l. 22. A _adds another_] ha.

p. =148=, l. 12. B] and and.

p. =149=, l. 10. A] specially.

p. =150=, l. 21. B _misprints_] sufficieut. l. 40. A] th' Camp.

p. =153=. l. 14. B] Petell.

p. =154=, l. 36. A] sankst.

THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE.

=A= = the quarto of 1613. =B= and =C= = the quartos of 1635. =D= = the second folio.

(=A=) The | Knight of | the Burning Pestle. | Quod si | Indicium subtile, videndis artibus illud | Ad libros & ad hæc Musarum dona vocares: | B[oe]otum in crasso iurares aëre natum. | Horat. in Epist. ad Oct. Aug. | London, | Printed for Walter Burre, and are to be sold at the signe of the Crane in Paules Church-yard. | 1613.

To his many | waies endeered | friend Maister Robert Keysar. | _Sir, this unfortunate child, who in eight daies (as lately I have learned) was begot and borne, soone after, was by his parents (perhaps because hee was so unlike his brethren) exposed to the wide world, who for want of judgement, or not understanding the privy marke of_ Ironie _about it (which shewed it was no of-spring of any vulgar braine) utterly rejected it: so that for want of acceptance it was even ready to give up the Ghost, and was in danger to have bene smothered in perpetuall oblivion, if you (out of your direct_ antipathy _to ingratitude) had not bene moved both to relieve and cherish it: wherein I must needs commend both your judgement, understanding, and singular love to good wits; you afterwards_ _sent it to mee, yet being an infant and somewhat ragged, I have fostred it privately in my bosome these two yeares, and now to shew my love returne it to you, clad in good lasting cloaths, which scarce memory will weare out, and able to speake for it selfe; and withall, as it telleth mee, desirous to try his fortune in the world, where if yet it be welcome, father, foster-father, nurse and child, all have_ _their desired end. If it bee slighted or traduced, it hopes his father will beget him a yonger brother, who shall revenge his quarrell, and challenge the world either of fond and meerely literall interpretation, or illiterate misprision._ _Perhaps it will be thought to bee of the race of_ Don Quixote: _we both may confidently sweare, it is his elder above a yeare; and therefore may (by vertue of his birth-right) challenge the wall of him. I doubt not but they will meet in_ _their adventures, and I hope the breaking of one staffe will make them friends; and perhaps they will combine themselves, and travell through the world to seeke their adventures. So I commit him to his good fortune, and my selfe to your love._ | Your assured friend | W. B.

The first quarto does not contain the address _To the Reader_ or The Prologue, printed on p. 160. It omits _The Actors Names_ and the text is headed The famous Historie | Of the Knight of the burning| _PESTLE_. |, a title followed in quartos B and C at the head of the text.

(=B=) The | Knight | Of the | Burning | Pestle. | Full of Mirth and Delight. | Written by {Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher.} Gent. | As it is now Acted by Her Majesties Servants | at the Private house in Drury lane. | 1635. | Quod si | Iudicium subtile, videndis artibus illud | Ad libros & ad hæc Musarum dona vocares: | B[oe]otum in crasso jurares aëre natum. | Horat. in Epist. ad Oct. Aug. | London: | Printed by N. O. for I. S. 1635.

(C) The | Knight | Of the | Burning | Pestle. | Full of Mirth and Delight. | Written by {Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher.} Gent. | As it is now acted by her Majesties Servants | at the Private house in Drury lane. | 1635. | Quod si | Iudicium subtile, videndis artibus illud | Ad libros & ad hæc Musarum dona vocares: | Boeotum in crasso jurares aëre natum. | Horat. in Epist. ad Oct. Aug. | London: | Printed by N. O. for I. S. 1635.

The alternative readings adopted in square brackets in the text are, mainly, from A.

Mrs Arnold Glover has kindly collated the copies of the quartos of 1635 at the British Museum and at South Kensington.

p. =160=, l. 8. A and B] person. l. 19. B] meanings. l. 25. D] tbe.