Enter Taylers.

O. Tay. Now for the credit of taylers.
Sd Tay. Nay, master, and we doe 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 coxecombes: nay, we can act I can
tell you.

O. Tay. Well, I must to the king; see you be perfect,

I'le move it to his highnesse.

[Exit. 1st Tay. Now, my masters, are we to doe; d'e marke me, doe

3d Tay. Doe; what doe? Act, act, you foole you do, said you, what doe? you a player, you a plasterer, a meere durt dawber; and not worthy to bee mentioned with Virmine, that exact actor: doe, I am asham'd on't, fie. 2d Tay. Well said, Virmine, thou ticklest him y' faith.

4th Tay. Doe, pha.

1st Tay. Well play; we are to play a play. 3d Tay. Play a play a play, ha, ha, ha! O egredious nonsensensicall wigeon, thou shame to our crosse-legg'd corporation; thou fellow of a sound, play a play; why forty pound golding of the beggers theater speakes better, yet has a marke for the sage audience to exercise their dexterity, in throwing of rotten apples whilst my stout actor pockets, and then eates up the injury play a play; it makes my worship laugh y faith.

2d Tay. To him Virmine, thou bitst him yfaith. 1st Tay. Well, act a play before the king. 2d Tay. What play shall we act?

3d Tay. To fret the French the more, we will act Strange but True, or the Stradling Mounsieur, with the Neopolitan gentleman between his legges.

2d Tay. That wo' not act well.

3d Tay. O giant of incomperable ignorance! that wo' not act well, ha, ha! that wo' not doe well, you asse you.

2d Tay. You bit him for saying doe: Virmine, leave biting; you'd best.

1st Tay. What say you to our Spanish Bilbo?
3d Tay. Who, Jeronimo?
1st Tay. I.

Did live imprison'd in my wanton flesh, I was a tayler in the court of Spaine."

2d Tay. Courtier Virmine in the court of Spaine.

3d Tay. I, there's a great many courtiers Virmine indeed:

Those are they beg poore mens livings;
But I say, tailer Virimine is a court tailer.
2d Tay. Who shall act Jeronimo?
3d Tay. That will I :

Marke if I doe not gape wider than the widest
Mouth'd fowler of them all, bang me:
"Who calls Jeronimo from his naked bed?
haugh!"

Now for the passionate part-
"Alas! it is my sonne Horatio."

1st Tay. Very fine: but who shall act Horatio?
2d Tay. I, who shall doe your sonne?
3d Tay. What doe, doe againe: well, I will
act Horatio.

2d Tay. Why, you are his father.

3d Tay. Pray who is fitter to act the sonne,

than the father

That begot him.

1st Tay. Who shall act prince Belthazer and the king?

3d Tay, I will doe prince Belthazer too: and for the king

Who but I? which of you all has such a face for a king,

Or such a leg to trip up the heeles of a traytor? 2d Tay. You will doe all I thinke.

3d Tay. Yes marry will I; who but Virmine? yet I will

Leave all to play the king:

Passe by Jeronimo.

2d Tay. Then you are for the king? Sd Tay. I, bully, I.

1st Tay. Lets goe seeke our fellowes, and to this geere.

Sd Tay. Come on then.

[Exeunt.

A Table and Stooles set. Enter Brave.

Bra. Men of our needfull profession, that deale in such commodities as mens lives, had need to looke about 'em 're they trafficke: I am to kill Raymond, the devills cozen german, for he weares the same complexion: but there is a right devill that hath hired me, that's count

I wait my watch-word: but stay, have I not forgot it-(Then)-I, then is my arme to enter. I heare them comming. [Goes under the table. Enter the King, ANTONIO, Old Tayler, EVADNE, AURELIA, above. MACHVILE, RAYMOND, PHILIPPA, AURISTELLA, GIOVANNO, the Colonells, with a Guard below.

Mach. Pray take your seats.
Ray. Not well? prethee retire.
Phi. Sicke, sicke at heart.

Auris. Well wrought poison, O how joy swells me!

4 c

Mach. It lives too neere him:
You that have venter'd, with expence of blood
And danger of your lives, to rivet him
Unto his seate with peace: you that in war
He term'd his Atlasses, and prest with praises
Your brawny shoulders; cald you his Colossuses,
And said your lookes frighted tall war
Out of his territories: now in peace,
The issue of your labour: this bad man,
Philip I meane, made of ingratitude,

Wo' not afford a name, that may distinguish
Your worthy selves from cowards;
Civet cats spotted with rats dung,

Or a face like white broth, strew'd o're with cur

This my neere ruin'd world; have you not strength

To beare a curse, whose breath may taint the aire,

That this globe may feele a universall plague?
No, yet beare up, till with a vengefull eye
I out-stare day, and from the dogged sky
Plucke my impartiall star: O, my blood
Is frozen in my veines-farewell revenge-me-
[Dyes.

Aler. They need no law,
Ful. Nor hang-man.

Pan. They condemne and execute without a jury.

Enter PHILIPPA mad.

Phi. I come, I come; nay, fly not, for by

hell

I'le plucke thee by the beard, and drag thee thus

Out of thy fiery cave. Ha! on yonder hill Stand troopes of divills waiting for my soule: But. I'le deceive 'em, and, instead of mine, Send this same spotted tygers.

Auris. Oh!

[Stabs AURISTELLA.

Phi. So, whilst they to hell

Are posting with their prize, I'le steale to hea

ven:

Wolfe, dost thou grin? ha! is my Raymond dead?

So ho, so ho: come backe

You sutty fiends that have my Raymonds soule,
And lay it downe, or I will force you do 't:
No, won't you stir? by Stix I'le baite you

for 't:

Where is my crowne? Philippa was a queene,

Was she not, ha? Why so, where is O you have hid it-ha, wa'st thou

my crowne? [Overthrowes the table. That rob'd Philippa of her Raymonds life? Nay, I will nip your wings, you shall not fly; I'le plucke you by the guarded front: and thus Sinke you to hell before me. [Stabs the Brave. Brave. Oh, oh!

Phi. What, downe, ho, ho, ho: Laugh, laugh, you soules that fry in endlesse flames;

Ha, whence this chilnesse-must I dye-nay then,

I come, I come; nay weepe not, for I come : Sleepe, injur'd shadow; O'death strikes dumbe! [Dyes. Auris. Machvile thy hand, I can't repent, farewell:

My burthened conscience sinkes me downe to hell. [Dyes. Mach. I cannot tarry long, farewell; weele

meet

Where we shall never part: if here be any
My life has injur'd, let your charity
Forgive declining Machvile: I am sorry.
Ant. His penitence workes strongly on my
temper.

Off disguise; see, falling count: Antonio forgives thee.

shame!

Mach. Antonio! O my Can you whom I have injur'd most pardon my guilt?

Give me thy hand yet nearer, this imbrace
Betrays thee to thy death: ha, ha, ha. [Stabs him.
So weepes the Egyptian monster when it kills,
Wash't in a floud of teares; could'st ever thinke
Machviles repentance could come from his heart?
No, downe Colossus author of my sin,
And beare the burthen mingled with thine owne,
To finish thy damnation.

Enter the King, AURELIA, EVADNE, Old
Tayler.

King. Accursed villaine! thou hast murther'd

him

That holds not one small drop of loyall blood, But what is worth thy life.

Evad. O my brother!

Gio. Give him some ayre, the wound cannot be mortall.

Aurel. Alas! he faints, O my Antonio! Curst Machvile, may thy soule

Ant. Peace, peace Aurelia; be more merci

full: Men are apt to censure, and will condemne Thy passion, call it madnesse, and say thou Wantst religion: nay, weepe not, sweet, For every one must dye: it was thy love, For to deceive the law, and give me life: But death you see has reacht me, O, I dye; Blood must have blood, so speakes the law of

heaven :

I slew the governour; for which rash deed, Heaven, fate, and man, thus make Antonio bleed. [Dyes.

Mach. Sleepe, sleepe great heart, thy vertue
made me ill

Authors of vice, 'tis fit the vitious kill:
But yet forgive me: Oh! my great heart
Dissolves like snow, and lessens to a rhume,
Cold as the envious blasts of notherne wind:
World, how I lov'd thee, 'twere a sin to boast;
Farewell, I now must leave thee; my life
Growes empty with my veines: I cannot stand,
my breath

Is as my strength, weake; and both seaz'd by
death:
Farewell ambition; catching at a crowne,
Death tript me up, and head-long threw me
downe.
[Dyes.
King. So falls an exhalation from the sky,
And 's never mist, because unnaturall;
A birth begotten by incorporate ill;
Whose usher to the gazing world is wonder.
Enter PETRUCHIO.

Alas! good man, thou 'rt come unto a sight
Will try thy temper, whether joy or griefe
Shall conquer most within thee; joy lyes here
Scater'd in many heapes: these, when they liv'd,
Threatned to teare this balsome from our brow,
And rob our majesty of this elyxar :

[Points to his crowne. Is 't not my right? was I not heire to Spaine? Pet. You are our prince, and may you live Long to injoy your right.

King. But now looke here, 'tis plaine griefe

has a hand

Harder than joy; it presseth out such teares. Nay, rise.

Pet. I doe beseech your grace not to thinke

me

Contriver of Antonio's scape from death,
'Twas my disloyall daughters breach of duty.
King. That 's long since pardon'd.
Pet. You 're stili mercifull.

King. Antonio was thy sonne, I sent for thee
For to confirme it, but he is dead:
Be mercyfull, and doe not curse the hand
That gave it him, though it deserve it.

Aurel. O my griefes, are you not strong enough To breake my heart? pray tell me, tell me true: Can it be thought a sin? or is it so, By my owne hand to ease my breast of woe?

King. Alas! poore lady; rise, thy father's here. Pet. Looke up, Aurelia; ha! why doe you kneele?

Pet. My joy had bin too great if he had liv'd; The thrifty heavens mingle our sweets with gall; Least being glutted with excesse of good, We should forget the giver. Rise, Sebastiano, With thy happy choise; mayst thou live crown'd With the injoyment of those benifits My prayers shall beg for: rise, Aurelia, And in some place blest with religious prayers, Spend thy left remnant.

Aurel. You advise well: indeed it was a fault To breake the bonds of duty and of law; But love, O love! thou whose all conquering

power

Builds castles on the hearts of easie maides, And makes 'em strong unto attempt those dan

gers;

That, but rehearst before, wo'd fright their soules
Into a jelly. Brother, I must leave you;
And, father, when I send to you a note, that
shall

Desire a yearely stipend to that holy place
My tyred feet has found to rest them in;
Pray confirme it.

And now, great king, Aurelia begs of you,
To grace Antonio in the mournefull march
Unto his grave, which be where you thinke fit:
We need not be inter'd both in one vault.

King. Blest virgin, thy desires I will performe. Aurel. Then I leave you, my prayers shall still attend you;

As I hope yours shall accompany me.
Father, your blessing, and ere long expect
To heare where I am entertain'd a nunne.
Brother, and sister, to you both adue;
Antonio dead, Aurelia marries new.

[Exit.

Pet. Farewell, girle; when I remember thee, The beades I drop shall be my teares.

Enter VIRMINE in a Cloake for the Prologue. King. She's to all virgins a true mirror;

They that wo'd behold true love, reflect on her : There 't is ingross'd.

3d Tay. Great king, our grace

O. Tay. The king is sad, you must not act. 3d Tay. How? not act?

Shall not Virmine act?

O. Tay. Yes, you shall act, but not now; The king is indispos'd.

Sd Tay. Well then, some other time; I Vir mine

The king will act before the king.

O. Tay. Very good, pray make your exit. 3d Tay. I'le muster up all the taylers in the Towne, and so tickle their sides.

[The King and GIOVANNO whisper. O. Tay. Nay thou 'rt a right Virmine; goe,

be not

Finde Christian buriall: mercy befits a king.
Come, trusty tayler,

And to all countries let swift fame report,
King Philip made a taylers house his court.
O. Tay. Your grace much honours me.
King. We can't enough pay thy alone deserts;
Kings may be poore, when subjects are like thee,
So fruitfull in all loyall vertuous deeds:
March with the body, we 'le performe all rites
Of sable ceremony: that done,

We 'le to our court, since all our owne is won. [Exeunt,