Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 499 words
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High thee good Gnatto, bring us to the house, If yet my brothers bide with Seruio: I'll to the Duke and move Fortunio, For what they did was in my honours right. See where old Seruio sits. 'tis such a would fraud fool, I am loath to speak Father here are the keys. Fetch forth the prisoners let me see their looks, God speed you Sir in the way of honistie. My mistress would know, whether her brethren be prisoners in your house, or no. I, tell her, and I hope ere noon to see them hanged. I told you what would come out, He spoke as though he would spit his stomp in my mouth. Alas alas father, we are all undone, Orphinio and Zepherius are fled. Tell me that my soul hath left my flesh: How, when, where, whether, how should they be gone? Fine and brave mistress, your brethren are gone. Villain why did they pass, you minks, you Minion, you have let them loose. Good father do not censure me amiss. Hence callet, harlot, worse than nought: For thou hast lost me and my prisoners: I am undone, my credit's cracked, my honour's lost & gone I am a reprobate and cast away, I'll to the Duke, Pack thou to hell thou wretch, come not in my sight, But get thee gone. How glad am I my brethren are escaped, Come sirrah, vex the silly wretch no more. Good fortune to our brother Lelio. O happy relics of a worthy man, Young Zepherius, and kind Orphinio. How wends the word, in Venice with our friends: How fares Annetta, how lives Lucida. The worse doth still prevail, Marchetto hath attempted thy fair wife. Fortunio sought, to ravish Lucida: And we rescuing them have hardly scaped with life, Like as the Palm unto the Egyptian sags, That in three hundred days, and sixty five: Is seemliest and fully brought to pass, Even so your tidings to sad Lelio, Importeth my excreding year of grief. That hath three hundred woes and sixty five, And sixty five, three hundred sorrows more. To grieve thy sorrows without mending them is vanity, Lelio, behold occasion favours thee. Why are your swords unsheathd you noble friends? Doth pity move you by a blessed death to end my woes. O welcome is that sword that slits this heart. Tho u seest our Father in declining age, Is banished quite for saving of thy life, And we his sons, unless he doth return, Are never like to visit Venice more: Resolve you then to high you back again, And by thy head, revoke our exiled Sire, Or by our swords, prepare thyself to die. Is this the cause that makes you so unkind: Will Lelios head, or heart, or any part, Be comforters to Brishio and his sons? Put up your swords, we will not square for this. That I may see my father ere I go, And thank him for his many courtesies.
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Hie thee good Gnatto, bring vs to the houſe, If yet my brothers bide with Seruio: Ile to the Duke and moue Fortunio, For what they did was in my honors right. See where old Seruio ſits. Tis ſuch a wold fraud foole, I am loth to ſpeake Father heere are the keies. Fetch forth the priſoners let me ſee their lookes, God ſpeed you Sir in the way of honiſtie. My miſtreſſe would know, whether her brethren bee priſoners in your houſe, or no. I, tell her, and I hope ere noone to ſee them hanged. I told you what would come out, He ſpake as though hee would ſpit his ſtomp in my mouth. Alas alas father, we are all vndone, Orphinio and Zepherius are fled. Tell me that my ſoule hathe left my fleſh: How, when, where, whether, howe ſhould they bee gone? Fine and braue miſtreſſe, your brethren are gone. Villaine why did they paſſe, you minkes, you Minion, you haue let them looſe. Good father do not cenſure me amiſſe. Hence callet, harlot, worſe then nought: For thou haſt loſt me and my priſoners: I am vndon, my credit's crackt, my honor's loſt & gone I am a reprobate and caſt away, Ile to the Duke, Packe thou to hell thou wretch, come not in my ſight, But get thee gone. How glad am I my brethren are eſcapt, Come ſirra, vex the ſilly wretch no more. Good fortune to our brother Lelio. O happie relickes of a worthy man, Young Zepherius, and kinde Orphinio. How wends the word, in Venice with our frends: How fares Annetta, how liues Lucida. The worſe doth ſtill preuaile, Marchetto hath attempted thy faire wife. Fortunio ſought, to rauiſh Lucida: And we reſcuing them haue hardely ſcapt with lyfe, Like as the Palme vnto the Egyptian ſagges, That in three hundred daies, and ſixtie fiue: Is ſeemlieſt and fully brought to paſſe, Euen ſo your tydings to ſad Lelio, Importeth my excreding yeare of griefe. That hath three hundred woes and ſixtie fiue, And ſixtie fiue, three hundred ſorrowes more. To greeue thy ſorrowes without mending them is vanitie, Lelio, behold occaſion fauoures thee. Why are your ſwords vnſheathd you noble frinds? Doth pittie moue you by a bleſſed death to ende my wooes. O welcome is that ſword that ſlyts this hart. Tho u ſeeſt our Father in declyning age, Is baniſht quite for ſauing of thy life, And we his ſonnes, vnleſſe he doth returne, Are neuer like to viſit Venice more: Reſolue you then to hye you backe againe, And by thy head, reuoke our exiled Sire, Or by our ſwords, prepare thy ſelfe to dye. Is this the cauſe that makes you ſo vnkinde: Will Lelios head, or heart, or any part, Be comforters to Briſhio and his ſonnes? Put vp your ſwords, wee will not ſquare for this. That I may ſee my father ere I go, And thank him for his many curteſies.