1ACTVS PRIMVS. SCAENA PRIMA. 2Enter at one doore a Funerall, a Coronet lying on the Hearse, Scut- 3 chins and Garlands hanging on the sides, attended by Gasparo 4 Trebatzi, Duke of Millan, Castruchio, Sinezi. Pioratto 5 Fluello, and others at an other doore. Enter Hipolito in discon- 6 tented apparance: Matheo a Gentleman his friend, labouring 9BEhold, yon Commet
shewes his head againe;
10Twice hath he thus at cro
sse-turnes throwne on vs
11Prodigious lookes: Twice hath he troubled
12The waters of our eyes. See, hee's turnde wilde;
15Duke Kin
smen and
friends, take
from your manly
sides
16Your weapons to keepe backe the de
sprate boy
17From doing violence to the innocent dead.
18Hipolito I pry thee deere
Matheo.
19Matheo Come, y'are mad.
20Hip: I do are
st thee murderer:
set downe.
21Villaines
set downe that
sorrow, tis all mine.
22Duke I do be
seech you all, for my bloods
sake
23Send hence your milder
spirits, and let wrath
24Ioine in confederacie with your weapons points;
25If he proceede to vexe vs, let your
swordes
26Seeke out his bowells: funerall griefe loathes words.
28Hip. Set downe the body.
30Y'are wrong
: i'th open
streete
? you
see
shees dead.
31Hip: I know
shee is not dead.
32Duke Franticke yong man,
33Wilt thou beleeve the
se gentlemen? pray
speake:
A 2
The converted Curtezan.
34Thou doo
st abu
se my childe, and mock
st the teares
35That heere are
shed for her: If to behold
36Tho
se ro
ses withered, that
set out her cheekes:
37That paire of
starres that gave her body light,
38Darkned and dim for ever
: All tho
se rivers
39That fed her veines with warme and crim
son
streames,
40Frozen and dried vp: If the
se be
signes of death,
41Then is
she dead. Thou vnreligious youth,
42Art not a
shamde to emptie all the
se eyes
43Of funerall teares, (a debt due to the dead,)
44As mirth is to the living: Sham'
st thou not
45To have them
stare on thee? harke, thou art cur
st 46Even to thy face, by tho
se that
scarce can
speake.
48Duke What would
st thou have? is
she not dead
? 49Hip. Oh, you ha killd her by your crueltie.
50Duke Admit I had, thou kill
st her now againe;
51And art more
savage then a barbarous Moore.
52Hip. Let me but ki
sse her pale and bloodle
sse lip.
54Hip. Or if not touch her, let me looke on her.
55Math. As you regard your honour.
57Math. Or if you lov'de hir living,
spare her now.
58Duke I, well done
sir, you play the gentleman:
59Steale hence
: tis nobly done
: away
: Ile ioyne
60My force to yours, to
stop this violent torment:
61Pa
sse on.
Exeunt with funerall. 62Hip. Matheo, thou doo
st wound me more.
63Math. I give you phi
sicke noble
friend, not wounds,
64Duke Oh well
said, well done, a true gentleman:
65Alacke, I know the
sea of lovers rage
66Comes ru
shing with
so
strong a tide
: it beates
67And beares downe all re
spe
cts of life, of honour,
68Of
friends, of foes, forget her gallant youth.
70Duke Na, na, be but patient
: 71For why deaths hand hath
sued a
stri
ct divor
se
Twixt
The converted Curtezan.
72Twixt her and thee: whats beautie but a coar
se?
73What but faire
sand-du
st are earths pure
st formes:
74Queenes bodies are but trunckes to put in wormes.
75Matheo Speake no more
sentences, my good lord, but
slip
76hence; you
see they are but
fits, ile rule him I warrant ye. I,
so,
77treade gingerly, your Grace is heere
somewhat too long alrea
- 78dy. Sbloud the jea
st were now, if having tane
some knockes
79o'th pate already, he
should get loo
se againe, and like a madde
80Oxe, to
sse my new blacke cloakes into the kennell. I mu
st hu
- 81mour his lord
ship
: my lord
Hipolito, is it in your
stomacke to
83Hipolito Where is the body?
84Matheo The body, as the Duke
spake very wi
sely, is gone
86Hipolito I cannot re
st, ile meete it at next turne,
87Ile
see how my love lookes,
Mathaeo holds him ins armes 88Mathaeo How your love lookes
? wor
se than a
scarre-crowe,
89wra
stle not with me
: the great felow gives the fall for a duckat.
90Hipolito I
shall forget my
selfe.
91Mathaeo Pray do
so, leave your
selfe behinde your
selfe, and
92go whither you will. Sfoote, doe you long to have ba
se roags
93that maintaine a
saint
Anthonies fire in their no
ses (by nothing
94but two peny Ale) make ballads of you? if the Duke had but
so
95much mettle in him, as is in a coblers awle, he would ha beene a
96vext thing: he and his traine had blowne you vp, but that their
97powlder haz taken the wet of cowards
: youle bleed three pot
- 98tles of Aligant, by this light, if you follow em, and then wee
99shall have a hole made in a wrong place, to have Surgeons roll
100thee vp like a babie in
swadling clowts.
101Hipolito What day is to day, M
athaeo? 102Mathaeo Yea mary, this is an ea
sie que
stion
: why to day is,
103let me
see, thur
seday.
Hipolito Oh, thur
seday.
104Mathaeo Heeres a coile for a dead commoditie, sfoote wo
- 105men when they are alive are but dead commodities, for you
106shall have one woman lie vpon many mens hands.
107Hipolito Shee died on monday then.
108Mathaeo And thats the mo
st villainous day of all the weeke
109to die in
: and
she was wel, and eate a me
sse of water-grewel on
A 3 monday
The converted Curtezan.
111Hipolito I, it cannot be,
112Such a bright taper
should burne out
so
soone.
113Mathaeo O yes my Lord,
so
soone: why I ha knowne them,
114that at dinner have bin a
swell, and had
so much health, that they
115were glad to pledge it, yet before three a clocke have bin found
117Hipolito On thur
seday buried! and on monday died,
118Quicke ha
ste birlady:
sure her winding
sheete
119Was laide out fore her bodie, and the wormes
120That now mu
st fea
st with her, were even be
spoke,
121And
solemnely invited like
strange gue
sts.
122Mathaeo Strange feeders they are indeede my lord, and like
123your jea
ster or yong Courtier, will enter vpon any mans tren
- 125Hipolito Cur
st be that day for ever that robd her
126Of breath, and me of bli
sse, hencefoorth let it
stand
127Within the Wizardes booke (the kalendar)
128Markt with a marginall
finger, to be cho
sen
129By theeves, by villaines, and blacke murderers,
130As the be
st day for them to labour in.
131If hencefoorth this adulterous bawdy world
132Be got with childe with trea
son,
sacrilege,
133Athei
sme, rapes, treacherous
friend
ship, periurie,
134Slaunder, (the beggars
sinne) lies, (
sinne of fooles)
135Or anie other damnd impieties,
136On
Monday let em be delivered
: 137I
sweare to thee Math
aeo, by my
soule.
138Heereafter weekely on that day ile glew
139Mine eie-lids downe, becau
se they
shall not gaze
140On any female cheeke. And being lockt vp
141In my clo
se chamber, there ile meditate
142On nothing but my
Infaelices end,
143Or on a dead mans
scull drawe out mine owne.
144Mathaeo Youle doe all the
se good workes now every mon
- 145day, becau
se it is
so bad
: but I hope vppon tue
sday morning I
146shall take you with a wench.
147Hipolito If ever whil
st fraile bloud through my veins runne,
On
The converted Curtezan.
148On womans beames I throw a
ffe
ction,
149Save her thats dead: or that I loo
sely
flie
150To'th
shoare of any other wafting eie,
151Let me not pro
sper heaven. I will be true,
152Even to her du
st and a
shes
: could her tombe
153Stand whil
st I livde,
so long that it might rot,
154That
should fall downe, but
she be ne're forgot.
155Mathaeo If you have this
strange mon
ster, Hone
stie, in
156your belly, why
so Iig-makers and chroniclers
shall picke
som
- 157thing out of you
: but and I
smell not you and a bawdy hou
se
158out within the
se tenne daies, let my no
se be as bigge as an En
- 159gli
sh bag-pudding
: Ile followe your lord
ship, though it be to
160the place aforenamed.
Exeunt.