AUR. Is this the man fame speaks so nobly of?
O love, Aurelia never until now Could say he knew thee; I must dissemble it.
[_Aside._
PET. Come, sir, to my castle.
AUR. Fie on you, sir; to kill a governor, it is a fact death cannot appear too horrible to punish.
ANT. Can this be truth? O shallow, shallow man, To credit air! believe there can be substance in A cloud of thick'ned smoke, as truth Hid in a dream; yes, there is truth that, like A scroll fetch'd from an oracle, Betrays the double-dealing of the gods; Dreams, that speak all of joy, do turn to grief, And such bad fate deludes my light belief.
PET. Away with him.
[_Exeunt._
AURELIA _sola_.
AUR. Oft have I heard my brother with a tongue Proud of the office, praise this lovely lord; And my trapp'd soul did with as eager haste Draw in the breath; and now, O Aurelia!
Buried with him must all the joy thou hast For ever sleep; and with a pale consumption, Pitying him wilt thou thyself be ruin'd?
He must not die; if there be any way Reveal'd to the distressed, I will find it.
Assist a poor lost virgin, some good power, And lead her to a path, whose secret tract May guide both him and me unto our safety.
Be kind, good wits, I never until now Put you to any trouble; 'tis your office To help at need this little world you live by: Not yet! O dulness! do not make me mad-- I have't, bless'd brains! now shall a woman's wit Wrestle with fate, and if my plot but hit, Come off with wreaths: my duty, nay, my all, I must forsake, lest my Antonio fall.
[_Exit._
ACT IV., SCENE 1.
_Enter_ GIOVANNO _mad, solus_.
Not find Evadne! sure, some wanton wind Has snatch'd her from the earth into the air!
Smooth Zephyr fans the tresses of her hair, Whilst slick[30] Favonius plays the fawning slave, And hourly dies, making her breasts his grave.
O false Evadne! is Giovanno's love, That has outdone all merit for thy sake, So light that wind outweighs it?
No, no, [no,] no; Evadne is all virtue, Sweet as the breath of roses; and as chaste As virgin lilies in their infancy.
Down, you deluding ministers of air, Evadne is not light, though she be fair.
Dissolve that counterfeit: ha, ha, ha, ha!
See how they shrink! why so, now I will love you: Go search into the hollows of the earth, And find my love, or I will chain you up To eternity: see, see, who's this?
O, I know him now. So, ho, ho! so, ho, ho!
Not hear? 'Tis Phaeton: no, 'tis an heir Got, since his father's death, into a cloak Of gold outshines the sun; the headstrong horses of Licentious youth have broke their reins, and drawn Him through the signs of all libidinousness.
See, from the whorish front of Capreae He's tumbling down as low as beggary.
O, are you come, grim Tartar Rhadamanth!
Go, ask of Pluto, if he have not ta'en Evadne to his smoky commonwealth, And ravish'd her? Begone, why stir you not?
Ha, ha, ha! the devil is afraid.
EVAD. Help, a rape!
[_Within._
BAN. Stop her mouth.
GIO. Who calls for help? 'tis my Evadne; ay, It was her voice that gave the echo life, That cried a rape. Devil, dost love a wench?
Who was thy pander, ha? What saucy fiend Durst lay his unpar'd fangs on my Evadne?
Come, I'll swim unarmed o'er Acheron, And sink grim Charon in his ferry boat.
EVAD. Murder! a rape!
[_Within._
GIO. I come, I come.
[_Exit._
_Enter the_ BANDIT _dragging_ EVADNE _by the hair: she drops a scarf_. _Exeunt._
_Enter_ GIOVANNO _again_.
GIO. I cannot find her yet. The king of flames Protests she is not there: but hang him, rogue, They say he'll lie. O, how my glutted spleen Tickles to think how I have paid the slave!
I made him lead me into every hole: Ha, ha, ha! what crying was there there?
Here on a wheel, turn'd by a fury's hand, Hangs a distracted statesman, that had spent The little wit Heaven to strange purpose lent him To suppress right, make beggars, and get means To be a traitor. Ha, ha, ha! And here A usurer, fat with the curses of so many heirs His extortion had undone, sat to the chin In a warm bath, made of new-melted gold; And now and then a draught pass'd through his throat.
He fed upon his god; but he being angry Scalded his chaps. Right against him Stood a fool'd gallant, chain'd unto a post, And lash'd by folly for his want of wit.
The reeling drunkard and plump glutton stood Making of faces, close by Tantalus: But drank and fed on air. The whoremaster, Tied to a painted punk, was by a fury, Termed insatiate lust, whipped with a blade Of fire. And here---- What's here? 'tis my Evadne's veil; 'tis hers, I know't: Some slave has ravish'd my Evadne! Well, There breathes not such an impious slave in hell.
Nay, it is hers, I know it too-too plain.
Your breath is lost: 'tis hers: you speak in vain.
[_Exit._
_Thunder and lightning._ _Enter the_ BANDIT, _with_ EVADNE _by the hair_.
CAPT. Come, bring her forward; tie her to that tree, each man shall have his turn: come, minion, you must [now] squench the raging flames of my concupiscence: what, do you weep, you puritanical punk? I shall tickle mirth into you by and by.
Trotter, good Trotter, post unto my cell, make compound of muskadine and eggs; for the truth is I am a giant in my promises, but in the act a pigmy: I am old, and cannot do as I have done; good Trotter, make all convenient speed.
TROT. Faith, master, if you cannot, here's them that can ferret in a coney-burrow without a provocative; I'll warrant you, good master.
CAPT. No more, I say, it is a parcel of excellent mutton: I'll cut it up myself. Come, minion.
[_Exit_ TROTTER. _The Captain takes his dagger and winds it about her hair, and sticks it in the ground. Thunder and lightning._
EVAD. Kill me! O, kill me! Rather let me die Than live to see the jewel that adorns The souls of virtuous virgins ravish'd from me.
Do not add sin to sin, and at a price That ruins me, and not enriches you, Purchase damnation: do not, do not do't.
Sheathe here your sword, and my departing soul, Like your good angel, shall solicit Heaven To dash out your offences: let my flight Be pure and spotless: do not injure that Manhood would blush to think on: it is all A maid's divinity: wanting her life, She's a fair corse; wanting her chastity, A spotted soul of living infamy.
CAPT. Hang chastity!
3D BAN. A very voice.
_Enter_ TROTTER.