ACT 4

Scene 3

Enter LODOVICO, GASPARO and six AMBASSADORS. At another door [FRANCISCO,] the Duke of Florence.

FRANCISCO [To LODOVICO]

              So, my lord, I commend your diligence.

              Guard well the conclave, and, as the order is,

              Let none have conference with the cardinals.

LODOVICO

              I shall, my lord. Room for the ambassadors!

GASPARO

              They’re wondrous brave1 today. Why do they wear

              These several2 habits?

LODOVICO

                                       Oh, sir, they’re knights

              Of several orders.

              That lord i’th’ black cloak with the silver cross

              Is Knight of Rhodes;3 the next, Knight of St Michael;4

        10   That of the Golden Fleece;5 the Frenchman there,

              Knight of the Holy Ghost;6 my lord of Savoy,

              Knight of th’Annunciation;7 the Englishman

              Is Knight of th’honoured Garter,8 dedicated

              Unto their saint, St George. I could describe to you

              Their several institutions, with the laws

              Annexed to their orders, but that time

              Permits not such discovery.

FRANCISCO

                                       Where’s Count Lodovic?

LODOVICO

              Here, my lord.

FRANCISCO

                              ’Tis o’th’ point of dinner time.

              Marshal the cardinals’ service.

LODOVICO

                                       Sir, I shall.

Enter SERVANTS with several dishes covered.

        20   Stand, let me search your dish. Who’s this for?

[FIRST] SERVANT

              For my Lord Cardinal Monticelso.

LODOVICO

              Whose this?

[SECOND] SERVANT

              For my Lord Cardinal of Bourbon.

FRENCH AMBASSADOR

ENGLISH AMBASSADOR

                                       No, sir, but to prevent

              Lest any letters should be conveyed in

              To bribe or to solicit the advancement

              Of any cardinal. When first they enter

              ’Tis lawful for the ambassadors of princes

        30   To enter with them, and to make their suit

              For any man their prince affecteth best;

              But after, till a general election,

              No man may speak with them.

LODOVICO

              You that attend on the lord cardinals,

              Open the window and receive their viands.

A CARDINAL [At the window]

              You must return the service. The lord cardinals

              Are busied ’bout electing of the Pope.

              They have given o’er scrutiny2 and are fallen

              To admiration.3                                                       [Exit.]

LODOVICO

              Away, away!                  [Exeunt SERVANTS with dishes.]

FRANCISCO

        40   I’ll lay a thousand ducats you hear news

              Of a Pope presently –
    [Sound of trumpets.]

                                       Hark! Sure, he’s elected.

     [Enter] Cardinal [of ARAGON] on the terrace.

              Behold! My lord of Aragon appears

              On the church battlements.

ARAGON [Holding up a cross]

ALL

              Vivat Sanctus Pater Paulus Quartus!2
    [Enter SERVANT.]

SERVANT

              Vittoria, my lord –

FRANCISCO

                                       Well, what of her?

SERVANT

              Is fled the city –

FRANCISCO

                           Ha?

SERVANT

                                       With Duke Bracciano.

FRANCISCO

              Fled? Where’s the Prince Giovanni?

SERVANT

        50                                 Gone with his father.

FRANCISCO

              Let the matrona of the convertites

              Be apprehended. Fled? Oh, damnable!         [Exit SERVANT.]

              [Aside] How fortunate are my wishes. Why, ’twas this

              I only laboured. I did send the letter

              T’instruct him what to do. Thy fame, fond3 Duke,

              I first have poisoned; directed thee the way

              To marry a whore. What can be worse? This follows:

              The hand must act to drown the passionate tongue.

              I scorn to wear a sword and prate of wrong.

Enter MONTICELSO in state [as POPE PAUL IV].

MONTICELSO

                           [FRANCISCO whispers to him.]

              My lord reports Vittoria Corombona

              Is stol’n from forth the house of convertites

              By Bracciano, and they’re fled the city.

              Now, though this be the first day of our state,

              We cannot better please the divine power,

              Than to sequester from the holy church

              These cursèd persons. Make it therefore known,

              We do denounce excommunication

        70   Against them both. All that are theirs in Rome

              We likewise banish. Set on.

Exeunt [all except FRANCISCO and LODOVICO].

FRANCISCO

                                       Come, dear Lodovico,

              You have ta’en the sacrament2 to prosecute

              Th’intended murder.

LODOVICO

                                       With all constancy;

              But, sir, I wonder you’ll engage yourself

              In person, being a great prince.

FRANCISCO

                                       Divert me not.

              Most of his court are of my faction,

              And some are of my counsel. Noble friend,

              Our danger shall be ’like in this design;

                           Enter MONTICELSO [unseen].

              Give leave part of the glory may be mine.  [Exit FRANCISCO.]

MONTICELSO

        80   Why did the Duke of Florence with such care

              Labour your pardon? Say.

LODOVICO

              Italian beggars will resolve you that,

              Who, begging of an alms, bid those they beg of

              Do good for their own sakes; or’t may be

              He spreads his bounty with a sowing1 hand,

              Like kings, who many times give out of measure,2

              Not for desert so much as for their pleasure.

MONTICELSO

              I know you’re cunning. Come, what devil was that

              That you were raising?

LODOVICO

                                       Devil, my lord?

MONTICELSO

                                                                I ask you,

        90   How doth the Duke employ you, that his bonnet

              Fell with such compliment unto his knee

              When he departed from you?

LODOVICO

                                               Why, my lord,

              He told me of a resty3 Barbary horse

              Which he would fain have brought to the career,4

              The ’sault5 and the ring-galliard.6 Now, my lord,

              I have a rare French rider –

MONTICELSO

                                               Take you heed,

              Lest the jade7 break your neck. Do you put me off

              With your wild horse-tricks? Sirrah, you do lie.

              Oh, thou’rt a foul, black cloud, and thou dost threat

              A violent storm.

LODOVICO

      100                               Storms are i’th’ air, my lord.

              I am too low to storm.

MONTICELSO

                                               Wretched creature!

              I know that thou art fashioned for all ill,

              Like dogs, that once get blood, they’ll ever kill.

              About some murder, was’t not?

LODOVICO

MONTICELSO

      110                         You have o’erta’en2 me.

LODOVICO

              Sir, I did love Bracciano’s Duchess dearly –

              Or rather I pursued her with hot lust,

              Though she ne’er knew on’t. She was poisoned,

              Upon my soul she was; for which I have sworn

              T’avenge her murder.

MONTICELSO

                                       To the Duke of Florence?

LODOVICO

              To him I have.

MONTICELSO

                           Miserable creature!

              If thou persist in this, ’tis damnable.

              Dost thou imagine thou canst slide on blood

              And not be tainted3 with a shameful fall?

      120   Or like the black and melancholic yew-tree,

              Dost think to root thyself in dead men’s graves,

              And yet to prosper? Instruction to thee

              Comes like sweet showers to over-hard’ned ground:

              They wet, but pierce not deep. And so I leave thee

              With all the furies hanging ’bout thy neck,

              Till by thy penitence thou remove this evil,

              In conjuring from thy breast that cruel devil.

Exit MONTICELSO.

LODOVICO

FRANCISCO

              Do you know that count?

SERVANT

                                       Yes, my lord.

FRANCISCO

              Bear him these thousand ducats to his lodging.

              Tell him the Pope hath sent them. Happily

              That will confirm more than all the rest.

[Exit FRANCISCO.]

SERVANT

              Sir – [He hands LODOVICO the money.]

LODOVICO

                           To me, sir?

SERVANT

              His Holiness hath sent you a thousand crowns,

              And wills you, if you travel, to make him

              Your patron for intelligence.2

LODOVICO

                                               His creature,

              Ever to be commanded.                                       [Exit SERVANT.]

      140   Why, now ’tis come about. He railed upon me,

              And yet these crowns were told out3 and laid ready,

              Before he knew my voyage. Oh, the art,

              The modest form1 of greatness, that do sit

              Like brides at wedding-dinners, with their looks turned

              From the least wanton jests, their puling2 stomach

              Sick of the modesty, when their thoughts are loose,3

              Even acting of those hot and lustful sports

              Are to ensue about midnight – such his cunning!

              He sounds my depth thus with a golden plummet.4

      150   I am doubly armed now to th’act of blood.

              There’s but three Furies found in spacious hell,

              But in a great man’s breast three thousand dwell.             [Exit.]

ACT 5

Scene 1

A passage over the stage of BRACCIANO, FLAMINIO, MARCELLO, HORTENSIO, [VITTORIA] COROMBONA [dressed as a bride], CORNELIA, ZANCHE and others.

[Enter FLAMINIO and HORTENSIO.]

FLAMINIO

              In all the weary minutes of my life,

              Day ne’er broke up till now. This marriage

              Confirms me happy.

HORTENSIO

                                       ’Tis a good assurance.

              Saw you not yet the Moor that’s come to court?

FLAMINIO

              Yes, and conferred with him i’th’ Duke’s closet.

              I have not seen a goodlier personage,

              Nor ever talked with man better experienced

              In state affairs or rudiments of war.

              He hath, by report, served the Venetian

        10   In Candy1 these twice seven years, and been chief

              In many a bold design.

HORTENSIO

                                       What are those two

              That bear him company?

FLAMINIO

               Two noblemen of Hungary that, living in the Emperor’s service as commanders, eight years since, contrary to the expectation of all the court, entered into religion, into the strict order of Capuchins.2 But being not well settled in their undertaking, they left their order and returned to court, for which, being after troubled in conscience, they vowed their service against the enemies of Christ; went to Malta; were

        20   there knighted; and in their return back, at this great solemnity, they are resolved forever to forsake the world, and settle themselves here in a house of Capuchins in Padua.

HORTENSIO

              ’Tis strange.

FLAMINIO

              One thing makes it so: they have vowed forever to wear next their bare bodies those coats of mail they served in.

HORTENSIO

              Hard penance. Is the Moor a Christian?

FLAMINIO

              He is.

HORTENSIO

              Why proffers he his service to our Duke?