A Select Collection of Old English Plays Part 17

Come hither, Frenchman, canst thou rule thy tongue?

Art not too much a woman?

GIO. No, begare, me show someting for de man.

RAY. Or canst thou be like a perverse one--profess doggedness?

Be as a dead man dumb, briefly be this: A friend to France, and with a silent speed Post to our now approaching armed friends: Tell them that Raymond, ere the hasty sand Of a short hour be spent, shall be impal'd, And on his brow, a deputy for France, Support a golden wreath of kingly cares: Bid 'em make haste to pluck my partner down Into his grave; begone, as thou nursest In thy breast thoughts that do thirst For n.o.bleness: be secret, and thou'rt made; If not, thou'rt nothing. Mark, 'tis Raymond says it: And, as I live, I breathe not, if my deeds Appear not in a horror 'bove my words.

GIO. Begare, me no ned de threaten, me be as close to your secret, or my lady's secrets, as de skin to de flesh--de flesh to de bone: if me tell, call me de--vat de ye call de moder o de dog, de bich; call me de son o de bich.

_Enter_ FULGENTIO.

FUL. Count Machiavel waits your honour i' th' hall.

RAY. Do't, and be more than common in our favour; Here, take this ring for thy more credit: Farewell, be quick and secret.

[_Exeunt._

GIO. Folly go From my tongue, the French so nigh. And thou, Half-ruin'd Spain, so wretchedly provided: [O] strange, yet not; all countries have bred monsters: 'Tis a proverb--plain as true, and aged as 'tis both:[40]

_One tainted sheep mars a whole flock._ Machiavel, that tainted beast, whose spreading ills Infecteth all, and by infecting kills.

I'll to the French, what he intends to be Our ruin shall confound their villany.

[_Exit._

ACT V., SCENE 1.

_Enter the_ KING, ANTONIO, OLD TAILOR, EVADNE, AURELIA. _The_ KING _and_ ANTONIO _whisper_.

KING. For this discovery be still Antonio; The frowning law may with a furrowed face Hereafter look upon, but ne'er shall touch Thy condemn'd body. Here from a king's hand Take thy Aurelia; our command shall smoothe The rising billows of her father's rage, And charm it to a calm: let one be sent To certify our pleasure. We would see him.

O. TAI. Your grace's will shall be in all obey'd.

KING. Thy loyal love makes thy king poor.

O. TAI. Let not your judgment, royal sir, be question'd.

To term that love was but a subject's duty.

[_Exit._

KING. You sent the poison, did you?

ANT. Yes, and it like your grace; the apothecary Call'd it a strong provocative to madness.

KING. Did not he question what you us'd it for?

ANT. O, my disguise sav'd him that labour, sir; My habit, that was more physician than myself, Told him 'twas to despatch some property,[41]

That had been tortur'd with five thousand drugs To try experiment: another man Shan't buy the quant.i.ty of so much ratsbane Shall kill a flea, but shall be had, forsooth, Before a justice, be question'd; nay, perhaps Confin'd to peep through an iron grate: When your physician may poison who [pleaseth him], Not, _c.u.m privilegio_: it is his trade.

_Enter_ GIOVANNO.

EVAD. O my Sebastiano!

GIO. Peace, my Evadne, the king must not yet know me.

EVAD. My brother has already made you known.

GIO. Will't please your highness?

KING. What, Sebastiano, to be still a king Of universal Spain without a rival?

Yes, it does please me, and you ministers Of my still growing greatness shall ere long Find I am pleas'd with you, that boldly durst Pluck from the fixed arm of sleeping justice.

Her long-sheath'd sword, and whet the rusty blade Upon the bones of Mach'vel, and his Confederate rebels.

GIO. That, my lord, is yet To do: let him mount higher, that His fall may be too deep for resurrection;[42]

They're gone to the great hall, whither will't please Your grace disguis'd to go? your person by Our care shall be secure. Their French troops I Have sent as useless into France, by virtue Of Raymond's ring, which he gave me to bid The general by that token to march To this city.

KING. What say the colonels?

Will they a.s.sist me?

ANT. Doubt not, my lord.

KING. Come, then, let's go guarded, with such as you 'Twere sin to fear, were all the world untrue.

[_Exeunt._

_Enter_ TAILORS.

O. TAI. Now for the credit of tailors.

3D TAI. Nay, master, and we do not act, as they say, with any players in the globe of the world, let us be baited like a bull for a company of strutting c.o.xcombs: nay, we can act, I can tell you.

O TAI. Well, I must to the king; see you be perfect. I'll move it to his highness.

[_Exit._

1ST TAI. Now, my masters, are we to do; d'ye mark me? do--

3D TAI.[43] Do! what do?--Act, act, you fool you: do, said you, what do? you a player, you a plasterer, a mere dirt-dauber, and not worthy to be mentioned with Vermin, that exact actor: do, I am asham'd on't, fie!

2D TAI. Well said, Vermin, thou ticklest him, faith.

4TH TAI. Do, pah!

1ST TAI. Well, play; we are to play a play.

3D TAI. Play a play a play, ha, ha, ha! O egredious nonsensensical widgeon, thou shame to our cross-legged corporation; thou fellow of a sound, play a play! why forty-pound Golding of the beggars' theatre speaks better, yet has a mark for the sage audience to exercise their dexterity, in throwing of rotten apples, whilst my stout actor pockets, and then eats up, the injury: play a play! it makes my worship laugh, i' faith.