"MOBILE PHONE RINGS" "Oi, mister." "Are you a cockney?" "I'm talking to you." "Are you a cockney?" "Are you a cockney?" "(IMITATES COCKNEY ACCENT) We got ourselves a cockney." "He ain't fuckin' talking!" "What's the matter?" "A fucking London boy." "What the fuck's wrong with him?" "Welcome, stranger, to our city!" "Why not stop off for a relaxing drink or a dance at Duke's?" "Got any spare change, please, mate?" "Thou sallow remnant of my poisoned love." "My study's ornament." "Thou shell of death." "Once the bright face of my betrothed lady." "When life and beauty naturally fill'd out these ragged imperfections." "Then 'twas a face so far beyond the artificial shine of any woman's bought complexion." "She, when she was dressed in flesh, the old Duke poison'd, because she would not consent unto his lust." "No!" "It's true." "Old bones don't lie." "They do when they're in the grave." "When they're at peace they do but these old bones will have no peace until they have... revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Men, come." "Carlo, do you know a fellow?" " What fellow?" " Any fellow." "I know thee." "Any fellow so he be, a strange, disgested fellow, of ill-contented nature, as it might be, disgraced in former times-a pimp?" "A pimp?" "I need a man who can help me in the business of my heart." "Boy!" "Boy!" "A pimp!" "All right, boy?" "'Tis but a glamour. 'Tis fake." "It's rubbish." "It's ridiculous." "CROWD CHANTING" " What's that?" " Lord Antonio." "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "And his lady." "That one is mine." "That virtuous lady?" "Fool." "Everyone loves sport, especially in times of difficulty." " I'll have 20 on that." " We rally round our sporting heroes!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" " Those cheers?" " Lord Antonio." "The game?" "The teams yet stand upon the Duke's arrival." "The Duke's Boy and Antonio's Lad locked in anticipation of mortal combat!" "Everyone loves sport, no matter how it's played!" "The Duke!" "That he should do such wicked deeds and yet be Duke." "Go, sister." "Hide your pretty face." "Beware an old man, hot and vicious." "'Age, as in gold, in lust is covetous.'" "CROWD BOOING" "Open 'em up!" "Move it!" "Get back!" "Keep them back!" "Get back!" "It's the Duke and Duchess!" "Keep back the rabble!" "Keep them back!" "Use your tasers!" "Go royal lecher!" "Go, grey hair'd adultery!" "And thou his Duchess." "Oh, that God would stuff infernal fire into your brittle bones!" "Do I know you, friend?" "Do you know me... more than friend?" "Brother?" " All right, mate?" " Ah, you fuckin' cunt." "Tension mounts!" "And they're off!" "The Lad shoots, the Boy saves!" "The Lad shoots again!" "Goal!" "It's a thrilling scene." "Brother, you must needs find me a place at court." "I must be near the Duke." "This is strange." "This very e'en, the Duke's first born and heir, Lussurioso, asked me find out for him a strange composed and ill-digested fellow." "This e'en you say?" "Why, brother, this is fate." "It is." "But whose?" "His fate or yours?" "I set my fate at naught, so that I have revenge." "Goal!" "A stunning victory for the Lord Antonio and his lovely wife!" "Your boy disgraces us." "He is a good boy." "He has two left wrists." "Ow!" "And just look at the smile on the Lad's face!" "It says it all!" "Goal!" " Leave me be, sirrah." " I have no like to." "SCREAM" "Men, stand by my person!" "Maybe some assassin threatens the Duke, my Father's head, then the Dukedom will want a head." " Which must be mine!" " Mine!" "Mine!" "For God's sake, somebody help me!" "Help!" "Hello, what's this?" "A sweet for when I've eaten up my meat?" "Come here." "Go, now!" "Here's danger!" " This lady has need of me" " This is the Duke's son!" "Another blow then, for his Father's sake." "Our plan's dependent on his family's trust." " He did assault my brother?" " He is newly come to the port" "I would have killed him too." "I was prevented." "I like him." "Thou hast fucked us royally, brother." "Go and get Daddy!" "It's not fair!" "What hast been?" "Of what profession?" " A bone-setter." " A bone-setter?" "A bawd, my sweet musk cat." "One that sets bones together." "Wondrous knave!" "Familiar as an ague!" "I can forget myself in private, but elsewhere, I pray do you remember me." "I am not Duke yet, but will be by and by." "Thou hast been an agent to much knavery then?" "I've witnessed the surrender of 1000 virgins." "I've seen patrimonies wash'd a' pieces!" "Then thou know'st i' th' world strange lust." "Oh, fulsome lust!" "Drunken procreation, which begets so many drunkards!" "Some fathers dread not, gone to bed in wine, to slide from the mother and cling to the daughter-in-law." "Some uncles are adulterous with their nieces, brothers with brothers' wives." "Oh, hour of incest!" "Any kin now next to the rim a' th' sister is man's meat in these days." "In the morning, when they are up and dress'd and their mask is on, who can perceive this save that eternal eye that sees through flesh and all?" "It is our blood to err, tho' hell gap'd loud:" "Ladies know Lucifer fell, yet still are proud." "Now, sir, I am beyond my depth in lust and I must swim or drown." "All my desires are level'd toward a virgin not far from Hamilton Square, to whom I have convey'd by messenger many wax'd lines full of my neatest spirit and jewels that were able to ravish her without the help of man." "All this and more, she, foolish-chaste, sent back." "Possible?" "'Tis a rare phoenix, who e'er she be." "If your desires be such, she so resistant." "In troth, my Lord, I'd be reveng'd and marry her." "Push, the dowry of her blood and of her fortunes are both too mean, good enough to be bad withal." "Good enough to provoke any badness, poor enough to be a fit target for my lust." "I'm one of those who can defend." "Marriage is good, yet rather keep a friend." "A very fine religion!" "I will entrust thee with the business of my heart, for I see thou art experienc'd." "You have given it the tang, i' faith, my Lord." "Make known the lady to me and my brain will swell with strange invention." "I'll work it till I expire with speaking." "We thank thee and now receive her name." "It is Castiza." "That's her, out there." "Look." " My sister, oh my sister!" " Dost know her then?" "By sight only." "Her brother did prefer thee to us." "I knew I had seen him before." "We can laugh at that he is dim and easy gulled." "Himself being made the instrument to entice and work his own sister." "'Twas finely manag'd." "Go thou and with a smooth, enchanting tongue bewitch her ears and cheat her of all race." "Enter upon her chastity." "Give it her thus and say she must expect an invoice for my love." "Those requiring the Clatterbride to Parkate Light Railway change at the next station, Hamilton Square." "How if money will not tempt her from her virtue?" "Why, then venture upon the mother and with gifts as I will furnish thee, begin with her." "Fie, lar, that's wrong!" "'Tis mere impossible that a mother by any gifts should become a madam to her own daughter!" "Nay, then I see thou 'rt but a puny in the subtle mysteries of a woman." "Why, the name of madam is so in league with age," "nowadays it does eclipse three-quarters of a mother." "Now then, swear to be true in all." "Swear?" "I hope your honour little doubts my faith." "Yet for my humour's sake, 'cause I love swearing." "'Cause you love swearing, 'slud, I will." "Oh, daughter, daughter." "I know he smiled at thee." "He, the Duke's son." "He smiled and my angel guardian wept." "Maids and their honours are like poor beginners." "Were sin not rich there would be fewer sinners." "Oh, why had not virtue a revenue?" "I know the cause, 'twould have impoverish'd Hell." "Nice one, girl." "For your brother and for all poor souls at sea." "Who are you?" "Is this my mother's jewel?" "Then give it back." "I came not to steal but to give..." "this for you." " Whence comes it?" " From a mighty friend!" "From whom?" " The Duke's son!" " Receive that!" "Take care, lest I bite you back." "I swore I'd put anger in my hand and pass the virgin limits of myself to him who next appear'd in that base office to be the agent of his sin." "Tell him my honour shall have a rich name while several harlots share his with shame." "Farewell." "Commend me to him... in my hate!" "I know your face." " I think not." " Yet I have seen it before." "When last we met you stood not higher than the altitude of a heeled shoe." " You knew me not then and not now." " Yet I do know you." "For something of myself I do discern in thee." "I have two legs and you have two and Christ loves both of us alike..." "I hope." "I think..." "Dare I think this?" "You are my brother." "You are my sister and I'm home." "And I welcome you with a slap!" "It was the sweetest slap that e'er my nose came nigh." "I'll love this blow forever and this cheek shall still hence forward be my favourite." "It is not kind for kin to put each other to the test." "I was employed to do it but you were constant and thou hast right honourable shown." "Thou art approved forever in my thoughts." "I knew my honour already..." "without your test." "DOOR CREAKS" "It was not kind." "My mother?" " I must test her too." " What?" "No!" "I'm employed to do it." "Castiza?" "What a coil is here?" "Who's here?" "Our mighty expectation, Lussurioso, son of the Duke, commends himself to your affection." " I am his servant and so yours." " The Duke's?" "His son's, who shall be Duke." "An honour just the same, sir." "I'm much honour'd to find that he is pleased to rank me in his thoughts." "Mother, I think you know this man." "Hush, child." "I'm beginning to know him." "Go on, sir." "My master will be Duke hereafter." "The crown gapes for him every tide." "The old Duke's days are numbered." "How bless'd were they now that could pleasure Lussurioso." " E'en with anything." " Save with honour." "Oh, save with their honour, clearly." "As for honour, I'd let a bit of that go too, and never be seen in't." " I'd wink and let it go." " But we would not." "'Tis so, Mama?" "No, we would not." "Not for a ruby." "It is not well done to use her thus" "To keep my promise, I must lay siege unto my mother." "What of 't?" "A siren's tongue could not bewitch her, not in such a case surely." "The old Duke's days are numbered." "After him, my master will be Duke." "Now, that same man, my master, has long desir'd your daughter." "What of it?" "'Tis naught." "Not so, Mama?" "Now he desires that will command hereafter." "That's true." "He will command hereafter." "Do not proceed." "Madam, ' 'tis no shame to be bad, because 'tis common.'" " Ay, that is a comfort." " A comfort!" "Can these persuade you to forget heaven?" "Mother, in the name of Christ, tell this man you want none of his dishonourable act." "Think upon the palace's pleasures." "Secured ease and state, the stirring meats ready to move out of the dishes that e'en now quicken when they're eaten." "Banquets abroad by torchlight, music, sports, nine coaches waiting." " Hurry, hurry, hurry!" " Ay, to the devil." "Hey, girl." "Who'd sit at home in a neglected room, dealing her short-liv'd beauty to the wall-hangings, when those poorer in face and fortune than herself carry 100 acres on their back?" "I cry you mercy." "Lady, I mistook you." "Pray, did you see my mother?" "Which way went she?" "Pray God I have not lost her." "Ungrateful!" "Sir, would you address your mother so?" "Alas, I too have lost my mother." "Aahhh..." "Peevish!" "Coy!" "Foolish!" "Sir!" "Sir." "Return my answer to your future Duke, my Lord shall be most welcome when his pleasure conducts him this way." "I will sway mine own." "Women with women can work best alone." "Indeed, I'll tell him so." "Sir!" "Sir!" "Do I know thee?" "My daughter says I know thee." "From some other time or some other place before?" "Madam, if you know me not - you know me not." "Sir..." "Sir!" "The jewel, sir." "The jewel." "Oh, more uncivil, more unnatural, than those base-titled creatures that look downward!" "Why does not heaven turn black or with a frown undo the world?" "Why does not earth strike at the sins that tread on it?" "Oh, wer't not for gold and women, there would be no damnation!" "But 'twas decree'd before the world began, that they shall be the hooks to catch a man." "Her mother took the jewel?" "She should be damn'd before the daughter." "That's good manners, my Lord." "The mother for her age goes foremost, you know." "She took the jewel, that's good." "Gold, tho' it be dumb, does utter the best thanks." "The mother has proved herself a whore, therefore the sons and daughters were born whores, which is what we want." "I have mentioned that I am to be Duke after my father." "Once or twice." "It pricks my brothers' hearts to envy, that I am considered great whilst they are but my brothers." " Get off my shoe!" " Watch." "Tell me how they look at me." "Give me back my shoe!" "Get off, fuck off!" "Get off, you fuck!" "Why have they locked me here?" "Hush." "One of the Duke, my husband's words, will set you free, from death or durance." "You will walk with bold feet upon the thorny law." "His withered Grace don't love me like the others, Mother." "Hush, hush, you are our dearest child." "Fear not." "CHAIN RATTLES" "Oh, Junior." " Hush now." " I love you, Mummy." " She should not be here." " She is safe here with her brothers." "Beauty is nowhere safe." "That virtuous lady." "A fair comely building newly fallen, being falsely undermin'd." "Duchess, it is your youngest son." "Our youngest." "We're sorry his violent act hath e'en draw blood of honour and stained our honours." "Your Grace hath spoke like to your silver years, full of confirmed gravity, for what is it to have a flattering false insculption on a tomb" "and in men's hearts reproach?" " I leave him to your sentence." " Rise." "Doom him, Lords, while I sit by and sigh." "My gracious Lord, I pray be merciful." "Although his trespass far exceed his years, he is your own, as I am yours, call him not stepson." "Temper his faults with pity." "I beseech your Grace, be soft and mild." "Let not relentless law" "Look with an iron forehead on our brother." " Let the offender stand forth." " No pity yet?" "Must I rise fruitless then?" "Are my knees of such low mettle that without mercy..." "'Tis the Duke's pleasure that impartial doom take fast hold of his unclean attempt." "A rape!" "Why 'tis the very core of lust and which was worse, committed on the Lord Antonio's wife," "that chaste and upright lady." "Confess, my Lord, what moved you to 't?" "Why, flesh and blood." "What should move man to woman else?" "Do not jest thy doom, play not with death." "The law is a wise serpent and quickly can beguile thee of thy life." "That lady's name has spread such a fair wing that if our tongues were sparing toward the fact, judgement itself would be condemned." "Well, hmm, 'tis done." "And 'twould please me to do it again." "What?" "Sure, she's a goddess, for I'd no power to see her and to live." "It falls out true in this for I must die." "No!" "Her beauty was ordained to be my scaffold and yet methinks I might be easier ceased." "My fault being sport, let me but die in jest." "This be the doom irrevocable." "Oh, keep't upon your tongue, let it not slip, death too soon steals out of a lawyer's lip." "Now, now he dies!" "Rid 'im away." " Tomorrow early." " Pray, stay abed, my Lord!" " Let that offender be..." " Live and be in health." "Be on a scaffold." " No!" " Hold!" "Hold!" "Pox on't." "What makes my dad speak now?" "We do defer judgement until next sitting." "In the meantime, let him be kept prisoner." "What, prisoner?" "No!" "Mother!" "Mother!" "Delayed, deferred and if judgement have cold blood, then flattery and bribes will kill it quite." "Will he live then?" "He will, my Lady." "'My Lord,' she said, 'shall be most welcome, 'when next his pleasure brings him forth this way.'" "That shall be soon." "I have no way to cross it now but to kill him." "Kill Lussurioso?" "What of the Duke?" "I'll murder both." "You will be busy, brother." "'Tis true an old man is twice the child." "Mine cannot speak, yet one single word from him would quite save my son!" "Hush, Mother, he will be free by and by." "The Gods protect our sister." "Here's a plan as neat as apples from the bough how I may speed away the old Duke and his son." " What?" " Watch." "Carlo, leave us, Laughing Boy." "A third man's dangerous, especially her brother." "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "Every day another thousand voices raised to his account." "There's one bastard envies me my Dukedom." "There's more than one, my Lord." "Your brother, Spurio." "Spurio?" " I can bring forth proof that..." " Hush." "Not here." "Come." "Here we are in th' intestines of my father's palace." "'Tis the deepest art to study man." "I'm well practised at it." "I find you are a fellow of discourse, well-mingled, whose brain time hath season'd, suitable both to my service and my company." "Your estate should be more fellow to your mind." "Trust me with thy preferment." "Thanks, my loved Lord." "Now tell me of my brother's plots." "Who's in with him?" "'Tonio who the mob loves so?" "Sir, your mother." "The Duke your father is worthily abus'd." "My brother and my mother - entangled?" "This night, this hour, this minute, now." "MOANING" "What?" "What?" "Oh, sin foul and deep, great faults are wink'd at when the Duke's asleep!" "Horrible." "I am mad!" "I will confound them." "But what proofs?" "What need of proofs when you may take 'em... twisted?" " Where is that villain?" " Softly, my Lord." "BED SQUEAKS" " This room?" " My mother's." "Ah!" "I cannot." "Then Spurio will stab you, as he stabs your Mother." "I'll kill 'em doubled, while they're heap'd!" "Soft, my Lord." "Villain, strumpet!" "Slapper!" "Treason, treason!" "Right, you upper guards defend us!" "Oh no, take me not in sleep." "No, I have great sins." "I must have days, nay, months, dear son with penitential sighs to lift 'em out and not to die in sin!" "Thou wilt kill me both in heaven and hell!" "I'm amaz'd to death." "Nay!" "Villain, traitor worse than the foulest epithet, now I'll gripe thee e'en with the nerves of wrath, and throw thy head among the lawyers!" "Guard!" "How comes our dad disturb'd?" "This boy, who should be myself after me would be myself before me, and in the heat of this ambition bloodily rush'd in intending to depose me in my bed." "Dad." "Duty and natural loyalty forfend!" "He call'd his father villain and me slapper, a word I abhor to 'file my lips with." "That was not so well done, brother." "I know there's no excuse can do me good." "Shh." "His vicious purpose to our sister's honour's cross'd beyond our thought." "Is the Duke dead?" "Would he had kill'd him, 'twould have eas'd our swords." "Be comforted, he will die." "To prison with the villain!" "Death shall not long lag after him." "Oh, be comforted, our Duchess, he shall die." "Then the truth of my intent shall out." "Lord and Father..." "My best release lies upon your tongues, pray persuade for me." "We'll sweat in pleading." "And I may live to thank thee." "His death shall thank me better." "Now, brothers, let our hate and love be woven so subtly together, that in speaking one word for his life, we may make three for his death." "The craftiest pleader gets the most gold for breath." "Mother." "Is't possible a son should be disobedient as far as the sword?" "It is the highest, he can go no further." " My gracious Lord, take pity..." " Pity?" "We'd be loath to move your Grace." "The trespass is unpardonable..." "Black, wicked and unnatural." "In a son, oh, monstrous!" "Yet, my Lord, a Duke's soft hand strokes the rough head of law and makes it lie smooth." "But this hand shall ne'er do 't." "That as you please, my Lord." "We must needs confess." "Some fathers would have seen the execution sound without corrupted favour." "But your Grace may live the wonder of all times in pardoning that offence which never yet had face to beg a pardon." " What's this?" " Forgive him." "Good my Lord, he is your own son and I needs must say 'twas the vildlier done." "He's the next heir, yet this truth gathers - there's none can possess that dispossess their fathers." "Be merciful." "You have prevail'd." "My wrath like flaming wax hath spent itself." "I know 'twas but some peevish moon in him." "Go, let him be releas'd." "'Sfoot." "How now, brother?" "Your Grace doth please to speak beside your spleen." " I would it were so happy." " Go, release him." "Oh, my good Lord," "I know the fault's too weighty and full of general loathing, too inhuman, rather by all men's voices worthy..." "Death." "Death." "'Tis true too." "Right, then." "Take this." "Doom shall pass." "Direct this to the judges." "He shall be dead 'ere many days." " Make haste!" " All speed that may be." "We could have wish'd his burden not so sore." "We know your Grace did but delay before." "It well becomes that judge to nod at crimes that does commit greater himself... and lives." "Many a beauty have I turn'd to poison for rejecting me... covetous of all." "Age hot is like a monster to be seen." "My hairs are white, but yet my sins are green." "Brother, let my opinion sway you once," "I speak it for the best, to have him die." "Surest and soonest." "If the signature come unto the judges' hands, why, then his doom will be deferr'd till sittings and court days, juries and further." "Faiths are bought and sold." "Oaths in these days are but the skin of gold." "In troth, 'tis true too!" "Then straight to the officers and let the judges wait." "'Tis but mistaking our father's meaning, and where he nam'd, 'Ere many days'." "'Tis but forgetting that and have him die... now." "CREAKING" "SCREW FALLS TO FLOOR" "Brothers?" "Are you there?" "You!" "You lied to me!" "You brought me to this pass." "If I'd lied to you, would I now try to deliver you?" "You've been deceived but not by me." "If you'd as life stay here, then do." "I'll close the breach." "Oh, you commanded me to keep watch upon your envious brothers." "Know that they intend to speed your execution lest your father makes alteration of his edict." "They want me killed?" "In a word." "I'm much indebted to your love for this." "O Liberty!" "Thou sweet and heavenly dame." "But hell for prison is too mild a name." "Officers, here is the Duke's signature." "We are sorry that we are so unnaturally employ'd in such an unkind office." "Fitter far for enemies than brothers." "But you know, the Duke's command must be obey'd." " This morning then." "So suddenly?" " Ay, alas, poor good soul." "The executioner stands ready to put forth his cowardly valour." "Ready?" "Ready?" "Already, i'faith." "We'll take our leaves." "Our office shall be sound." "We'll not delay the third part of a minute." "Therein you show yourselves good men and upright officers." "Pray, let him die as private as he may." "Do that for him, for the gaping people will but trouble him at his prayers." "It shall be done." "Why, we do thank you and if we live to be... you shall have a better office." "Commend us to the scaffold - in our tears." "We'll do your commendations." "Destruction hies." "Fine fools in office!" " Things fall out so fit." " So happily!" "'Ere next clock, his head will be made serve a bigger block." "Excellent!" "Now I am heir, Duke in a minute." "The falling of one head lifts up another." "The Duke's son was in here." "There is another one, two cells down." " But his death's not commanded." " Let's have a look." "'My son', no name, save only that, 'my son'." "Well, he is his son, though his neck's somewhat thicker." "Keeper?" "My Lord." "No news lately from our brothers?" "Are they unmindful of us?" "My Lord, they left a message while you slept." "What was it?" "They said, be of good cheer, you will not be long a prisoner." "That brings me no comfort!" "I should've look'd for my release had they been worth their oaths." "How now!" "What news?" "Bad news, my Lord." "I am discharg'd of you." "Slave, call'st thou that bad news?" "I thank you, my brothers!" "'Twill prove so-this is the officer into whose hands I must commit you." "Pardon us, my Lord." "Our office must be sound." "Here is our warrant, signed by the Duke." "You must prepare to die." " Sure 'tis not so." " It is too true." "I tell you 'tis not, for the Duke," "my father, has deferr'd me till the next sitting" "And I look e'en every minute, threescore times an hour, for a release." "A trick wrought by my big brothers." "A trick, my Lord?" "Your hopes are as fruitless as a barren woman." "Your brothers brought this powerful token for your death." "My brothers?" "Desire 'em hither!" "Call 'em up, they shall deny it to your faces." "They're long gone." "The command they left, when grief swum in their eyes." "They were like brothers, full of heavy sorrow but the Duke must..." "have his pleasure." "The hour beckons, my Lord." "Lift your eyes up to heaven." "Thank you, faith, good, pretty wholesome counsel." "I should, er, look up to the, er, heavens, as you said, whilst he behind me cheats me of my head!" "Ey, ah?" "That's the trick." "You delay too long, my Lord." "Stay, good authority's bastards." "If I must die through my brothers' perjury, let me venom their souls with curses!" "'Tis no time to curse." "But my fault was sweet sport, which the world approves!" "I die for that which every woman loves." "No!" "Is our conspiracy discover'd?" "Drive over them." " My long grief..." " Hush, brother." "Listen." "I will cut into short words." "Last revelling night, when floodlight made an artificial noon at Aintree, some courtiers at the match..." "Oh, Christ." "She's dead." "As cold in lust as she is now in death," "which that step-duchess' monster knew too well." "Then, with a face more impudent than his wizard," "he harried her amidst a throng of panders and fed the ravenous vulture of his lust!" "Oh, death, to think on't!" "She her honour forc'd, deem'd it a greater dowry to her name." "To die with poison than to live with shame." "Behold, my Lords." "A sight that strikes man out of me." "I had not mark'd that before - a prayer book," "with a page turn'd up, pointing to these words," "'Melius virtute mori quam per dedicus vivere.'" "'Better to die virtuous than to live dishonoured.'" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "Look!" "Look!" "The bullet went in there." "Back of the head." "Not at point blank range." "She'd need to be a double-jointed octopus." "She did not top herself." "And, and, and, I heard someone say there were two different bullets." "So, er, what are you saying?" "I'm saying the Duke's lot saw her off." "Yeah, or Antonio's?" " The noble Lord Antonio's!" " Yeah, why not?" "Stitch that!" " Was it suicide, then?" " Sure it was." "I would do the same if he should come near me." " No, you wouldn't." " I would." " You wouldn't commit suicide." " I would." "Are you a cockney?" "What about you?" "Of course I am, you three cornered hats." "He's a fuckin' cockney!" "Sister." "Here he is!" "Fuckin' 'ell!" "Passengers are reminded that smoking is no loner permitted on Merseyrail trains or underground stations." "There is no safety here." "Here I am safest, here with my brothers." "Was not this execution rarely plotted?" "I am the Duke's heir now." "You may thank my policy for that." "Your policy for what?" "Was it not my invention, brother to slip the judges, and in lesser compass, advising you to sudden execution?" "Heart, 'twas a thing I thought on too." "You thought on't too!" "Slander not your thoughts with glorious untruth!" "'Twas not so." "Sir, I say 'twas in my head." "Like your brains, ne'er to make their presence felt as long as you liv'd." "You'd have the honour on't, that your wit led him to the scaffold?" "Since it is my due, I'll publish 't, but I'll have it in spite of you." "Methinks y'are too bold, you should little remember us, next to be honest Duke." "Should be as easy for you to be Duke as to be honest, and that's never in faith." "Well, cold he is by this time, because we're both ambitious." "Be it our amity, and let the glory be shared equally." "I am content to that." "Here's where our older brother's corpse lies in state." "Excellent!" "Now brother, all's sure our own." "Canst weep, think'st thou?" "'Twould grace our flattery much." "Think of some dame." "I'll try." "Now for yourself." "Our sorrows are so fluent." "Our eyes o'erflow our tongues." "Words spoke in tears are like the murmurs of the waters." "The sound is loudly heard, but cannot be distinguish'd." "How died he, pray?" "Full of rage and spleen!" "He died most valiantly then." "We're glad to hear it." " We could not woo him once to pray." " He show'd himself a gentleman." "But instead of prayer, he, he drew forth oaths." "Then did he pray, dear, dear heart, although you knew it not." "My Lords, e'en at his last, with pardon be it spoke, he curs'd you both." "He curs'd us?" "'Las, good soul!" "It was not in our power, but the Duke's pleasure!" "Now, my Lords." " Sweet heaven, defend us!" " Sweet heaven, defend us!" "Why do you shun me, brothers?" "The saviour of the prison has forsook me." "I thank such sweet Lords as yourselves I'm free." " In health!" " Releas'd!" "We are both e'en amaz'd with, with joy to, to see it." "We are much to thank thee." "Faith, we spar'd no tongue unto my Lord the Duke." "Your delivery had not been half so sudden but for us." "God, how we pleaded!" " My deserving brothers..." " No!" "In my best dreams I will think on it." "Saw you not their guilt, crawling like maggots on the faces of dead men?" "Be sure I did." "Oh, death and vengeance!" "Hell and torments!" "Slave, cam'st thou to delude us?" "Delude you, my Lords?" "Villain, whose is this corse now?" "Why your brother and the Duke's son." "Plagues!" "Confusions!" " Darkness!" " Devils!" "Our younger brother." "There's no advantage in the killing of a younger brother!" "Villain, I'll kill thee!" "Fuck off, you cheap pair of bastards." "The devil overtake thee!" "Oh, fatal!" "Oh, most prodigious to our bloods!" "Did we dissemble?" "Did we make our tears women for thee?" "Laugh and rejoice for thee?" "You had a wile, you had a trick, forsooth!" "The clap eat them!" "There's none of these wiles ever come to any good." "There's nothing sure in mortality but mortality." "Whose fault is this catastrophe?" "We know not, sir." " The fates." " Not us, sir." "We'll leave you to your grief, good sir." "Shall I kill him th' wrong side now?" "No." "Sword, thou wast never a back-biter yet." "I'll pierce him to his face, he shall die looking upon me." "My veins are swell'd with lust." "This shall unfill 'em." "Great men were gods if beggars couldn't kill 'em." "Sirrah, I know thee." "Come..." "Are you not a pandar, or a pimp?" "Did you not provide a lady for my son?" " I was commanded" " Yeah, good, good." "Can you do likewise for me?" "Could you not meet me with a lady in some fair place, veil'd from the eyes of th' court, some darkened blushless angle?" "My Lord, I could." "An unsunn'd lodge wherein 'tis night at noon." "And a lady." "You know a lady?" "One with two heaven pointed diamonds set for eyes in a face." "Far far beyond the artificial shine of any woman's bought complexion." "I had such a one before." "She would not consent unto my lust." "I had to have her killed." "I had my way with her, thereafter." "Sir..." "I will collect you." "Soon, soon." "You will rest easy." " Where's the lady?" " You shall be witness." "Be ready." "Stand with your hats off." "Ah!" "Art thou beguil'd now?" "Have I not fitted the old surfeiter with a quaint piece of beauty?" "Age and bare bone are e'er allied in action." "Here's an eye able to tempt a great man to serve God." "A pretty, hanging lip that has forgot now how to dissemble." "This mouth should make a swearer tremble, a drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em." "To suffer wet damnation." "Is this the form that living shone so bright?" "Oh fuckin' 'ell, mate." "What are you gonna do with her?" "He had me once and now he shall again!" "Does every proud and self-affecting dame camphor her face for this and grieve her maker with sinful baths of milk, when many an infant starves, for her superfluous outside, all for this?" "Who now bids £20 a night, prepares music, perfumes and sweetmeats?" "All are hush'd." "Thou mayst lie chaste now!" "It were fine to have thee seen at revels, forgetful feasts and unclean brothels!" "Sure, 'twould fright the sinner and make him a good coward." "Put a reveller out of his antic amble and cloy an epicure with empty dishes." "Here, might a scornful and ambitious woman" "look through and through herself." "See, ladies, with false forms you deceive men but you cannot deceive worms!" "Up and down, up and down, till they're clean and sparkly." "What is it?" "Poison." "You'll help me in my deadly enterprise?" "Thanks." "Thank you." "You have leave to leave me." "If I'm missed by the Duchess, say I am privately rid forth." "What, here?" "GIRL SCREAMING" "(SOFTLY) Someone's near." "Another pair of lovers." "This is a most excellent place in which to score." "MOANING" "Who's that?" " 'Tis her." " What?" "'Tis yours." "What lady is't?" "A country lady, a little bashful at first, but after the first kiss, the worst is past with them." "You know now what you have to do." " She's a somewhat grave look." " No, I love that best." "In gravest looks the greatest faults seem less." "Give me that sin that's rob'd in holiness." "Take this, 'twill stiffen your resolve." "Cover your eyes, lest her beauty blind you." "Madam, his Grace will not be absent long." "Is all truly secret?" "I heard another pair of lovers." "Is that her?" "Her voice is sweet." "Secret?" "Never doubt us, madam." "'Twill be worth three velvet gowns to your ladyship." "How sweet can a Duke breathe?" "Pleasure dwells within a perfumed mist." "Oh, lady, sweetly encount'red." "Sir, be bold with me, kiss my lips." "Madam, I will." " What's this?" " Royal villain, white devil!" "Brother, give us light!" "That his affrighted eyeballs may start unto those hollows." "Duke dost see yon dreadful vizard?" "View it well." "'Tis Gloriana's skull, whom thou poisoned'st last." " It has poisoned me!" " Didst not know that till now?" "Call treason!" "Yes, my good Lord." "Treason, treason, treason!" "Oh, then I'm betray'd!" "Poor lecher in the hands of knaves." "A slavish Duke is baser than his slaves." "My teeth are eaten out!" "Hadst any left?" "Then those that did eat are eaten." "My tongue!" "'Twill teach you to kiss closer." " You have eyes still?" " They hurt." "The pill was a potion to prevent blinking." "I gave it that thou'd miss not one blinking moment of all this." "'Tis but early yet." "Now I'll begin to stick thy soul with ulcers." "I will make thy spirit grievous sore." "It shall not rest but like some pestilent man toss in thy breast." "Mark me, Duke, thou'rt a renowned, high, and mighty cuckold." "Had not that kiss a taste of sin?" "Why, there's no pleasure but 'tis sinful." "Nay, to afflict thee more, here in this lodge, they meet for damned clips." "Those eyes shall see the incest of their lips." "Carlo!" "Sweet Christ!" "Brother, I do applaud thy constant vengeance, the quaintness of thy malice above thought." "CASTIZA LAUGHING" "The fly-flop of vengeance beat 'em to pieces!" "This was the sweetest occasion, the fittest hour, to make my revenge." "Oh, my heart wears feathers that before wore lead." "The Duke is dead, dead, dead, dead!" "Over whose roof hangs this prodigious comet In deadly fire?" " A blessing on our enterprise." " Sweet angel of revenge." "HUMMING" "Who has seen the Duke my Father?" "You saw you my Lord and Father?" "And you?" "And you?" "Or you?" "What of you?" "Well, well, he's sure from court, but where, which way his pleasure took, we know not, nor can hear on't." "I heard he privately rode forth." "'Twas wondrous private." "No-one in court has any knowledge of it." "My husband is old and sudden." "'Tis not treason to say he has a humour or such a toy about him." "I think he's privately rid forth from shame, from infamy, from this house of incestuous scheming." "Yo..." "Brother..." "Is that not... oh." "It's him!" "I say, it is." "Very nice, brother." "When the Duke sees this, you are..." "The Duke is fled from shame, and so the Duke is here, in my person." " Never the Duke!" " Until he is returned!" "Until he does return!" "Until he is returned!" "So..." "Guards!" " Let her be kept close prisoner." " I am not going to be kept" " Guards, take both of them." " Don't you touch my little spud!" " Spud, go home!" " Bye, brother!" "Are you so barbarous to set iron nipples upon these breasts that gave you suck?" "Yes." "Oh, am I not your mother?" "Thou dost usurp that title now by fraud, for in that shell of mother is a bawd." "Come on, Duchess." "Brother and Lords, what's for breakfast?" " Piss off." " Oh, sorry, lar..." "Shocking news broke today, as the Duchess and her son, Spurio were found in a compromising position." "Our own dam was the worser." "The Duchess made a whore out of herself, our ma a whore out of her daughter." "The Duke's son's great concubine!" "A drab of state, a cloth-a'-silver slut." "To have her train borne up and her soul trail I' th' dirt." "Great!" "Never just the Duke's son." "First begins with one hen after, to 1000 proves a whore." "'Break ice in one place, it will crack in more.'" "Oh, thou for whom no name is bad enough!" "Son?" "Is this my son come back?" "And do you know me now?" "Wicked unnatural parent!" "Fiend of women!" "Did not the Duke's son direct a fellow of the world's condition hither, that did corrupt thee, made thee uncivilly forget thyself and work our sister to his lust?" "Who, I?" "That had been monstrous!" "I defy that man for any such intent, ain't none lives so pure but shall be soil'd with slander." " Good son, believe it not." " He was that man!" "You?" "My own son, tricked me?" "In that disguise, I was sent by the Duke's son." "He tried you and found you base metal as any villain might have done." "A rich man tricked a beggar." "This is news, is it?" "It's good?" "Nimble in damnation, quick in tune." "There's no devil could strike fire so soon!" "Sons!" "Forgive me." "To my own self I'll prove true." "You that should honour me, I kneel to you." "Nay." "Brother, it rains, 'twill harm your dagger." "House it." "'Tis done." "I'faith, 'tis a sweet shower, it does much good." "Rise, mother, troth, this shower has made you higher." "To weep is to our sex naturally given, but to weep truly, that's a gift from heaven." "Nay, I'll kiss you now." "Kiss her, brother." "Let's marry her to our souls, wherein's no lust and honourably love her." "Let it be." "I'll give you this, that one I never knew." "Plead better for and against the devil than you." "Thou make me proud on't." " Thy name, I have forgot it." " Vindici, my Lord." " 'Tis a good name." " Yeah, a revenger." "It does betoken courage, thou shouldst be valiant and kill thine enemies." "That's my hope, my Lord." "CHUCKLES" "Tell me, what has made thee so melancholy?" "Why?" "To think how a great, rich man lies a-dying and a poor cobbler tolls the bell for him" "or how a usuring father boils in hell and his son-and-heir, with a whore, dances over him." "There is hope in you for discontent and want is the best clay to mould a villain of." "You know I might advance you and build fair your fortunes for it might be in me to rear up towers from cottages." "I will unbrace such a close, private villain unto your vengeful sword, the like ne'er heard of." "What's his sin?" "He is a royal lecher." "Royal... and a lecher and royally a lecher." "More than once when one would not consent unto his lust, he had them poisoned." "What's his name?" "You know him." "Oh, thou almighty patience, 'tis my wonder that such a fellow, impudent and wicked, should not be cloven as he stood or with some secret wind burst open!" "Is there no thunder left, or is't kept up in stock for some heavier vengeance?" "THUNDER RUMBLES" "There it goes!" " What?" " Nothing." "Thunder." " I have imprison'd my own mother." " I know." "If the Duke returns then 'tis treason." "Oh, yeah." "Lf?" "Lf... he comes not back..." "Who shall be Duke then?" "Me!" "I shall." "Did I not say so?" "I think you did." "So swear!" " You still love swearing." " Swear!" "My Lord, it shall be so." "SCREAMING" "Thus much by wit a deep revenger can pull off." "When murder's known to be the fardest off." "Oh, villain!" "Oh, rogue!" "Oh, slave!" "Oh, rascal!" "Reverend majesty." "My father the Duke murdered." " Old Dad dead." " His lips are gnawn with poison." "Where was that slave that did affirm to us?" "My Lord, the Duke was privately rid forth?" "Oh, pardon me, my Lord, he gave that charge upon my life to answer thus if he was miss'd at court." "In fact, he was with a lady." "Heavens, that false charge was his death!" "No." "Impudent beggar, durst you to our face maintain such a false story?" "Bear him straight to execution!" "It's not right." "You've sentenced bollocks..." "Urge me no more." "In this the excuse may be call'd half the murther." "Away, let it be done." "My Lord, we're something bold to know our duty." "Your father's accidentally departed." "The titles that were due to him meet you." "Meet me?" "I am not at leisure, my good Lord." "I've many griefs to dispatch." "Welcome, sweet titles." "Lords, talk to me of sepulchers and mighty emperors' bones, that's thought for me." "My Lord, it is your shine must comfort us." "Alas, I shine in tears like the April sun." "You are now my Lord's Grace." "I perceive you'll have it so." "'Tis, but your own." "Hooray for our brother the Duke." "Hooray!" "Hooray!" "Hooray!" "Then heavens give me grace to be so." "Hooray!" "In the mean season, let us bethink the latest funeral honours due to the dead Duke's cold body, and withal, calling to memory our new happiness spread in his royal son." "Gentlemen, Lords... prepare for revels." "Time hath several falls." "Griefs lift up joys and feasts put down funerals." "Revels, revels..." "Yes!" "Leave me... to my grief." "One thing." "That girl." "Castiza." "The one I tried but failed to woo." "Now that you're Duke, you'll have no need of her." " You can have any that you choose." " I choose her." "Now I have no need to woo." "Now I command." "Echo!" "Echo!" "Echo!" " Is she here?" " She comes, my Lord." "She will come, certainly." "I'll see to that." "I'm not pleas'd by that ill-knotted fire, that bushing, flaring star." " Am not I Duke?" " Yes, yes, you are, yes." "They say, whom art and learning weds, when stars wear locks, they threaten great men's heads." "So, please your Grace, it shows great anger." "That does not please my Grace." "Yet here's the comfort, my Lord." "Many times when it seems most, it threatens fardest off." "Faith... and I think so too." "Here, take this." "I'll start my Dukedom with my mother's banishment." "Hooray!" "Castiza, a virgin's honour is a crystal tower which being weak is closely guarded with good spirits until she basely yields no ill inherits." "Hippolito, shut up." "'Know that I am now at last come to be the Duke." "Let it be known that you no longer hold the title 'Mother' for crimes of incest and for crimes of intriguing against this state." "I, the Duke, banish thee, woman, to withdraw yourself beyond the bounds of the gracious state of our great city!" "Know that I am now at last come to be the Duke... '" "Shut up!" "'... and with the titles and grace that descends upon me, let it be known that you no longer hold the title, 'Mother'!" "'" "Is that fiery thing still there?" "'When beggars die, there are no comets seen!" "'" "You're gracefully establish'd with the loves of your subjects and for natural death, I hope it be threescore year a-coming." "True." "No more but threescore year?" " Fourscore I hope, my Lord." " And fivescore." "I hope, my Lord, that you should never die." "Give me thy hand." "These others I rebuke." "He that hopes so, is fittest for a Duke." "Thou shalt sit next to me." "Take thy places, Lords." "We are ready for sports." "Let 'em set on." "You thing, we shall forget you quite anon!" "Our brother shall not live." "His hair shall not grow much longer." "Saws't thou yon new moon?" "It shall out-live the new Duke by much." "This hand shall dispossess him then we are mighty!" "Is't so?" "'Twas very good." "Do you think to be Duke then, kind brother?" "I'll see fair play drop one and there lies t'other." "'Tis well." "Brothers and bastard, you dance next in hell." " A volunteer." " Me!" "Pick me!" "Me!" "Me!" "Who'll be our volunteer?" "Pick me." "Me." "No, don't pick him." "Pistols!" "Treason!" "Guards!" "Help!" " My Lord, the Duke, is murder'd!" " No, I'm not." "Surgeons!" " Surgeons!" "Surgeons!" " How now?" " Murdered?" " Murdered!" "How fares, my Lord?" "Farewell to all." "He that climbs highest has the greatest fall." " My tongue is out of office." " Air, gentlemen!" "Thou'It not prate on't, 'twas Vindici murdered thee." " Which one is he?" " Me!" " Thee?" " Tell nobody." "Whose groan was that?" "That's thee and thy Father to my account." "Great heavens, the Duke's departed!" "Here's a labour sav'd." "I thought to have sped him." "How came this?" "Then I proclaim myself now I am Duke." "Thou Duke?" "Reverend majesty!" "Brother, thou liest." "Slave, so dost thou!" "Base villain, has thou slain my Lord and master?" "A piteous tragedy... able to make an old man's eyes bloodshot." "Oh, unhand her there." "Most fitting revels." "This one killed all these." "None but Spurio, I and maybe Supervacuo." "It was a girl who killed the Duke." "A deadly hand wounded him." "The rest, ambitious who should rule and sway after his death were quickly made away." "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "'Tonio!" "All our hope lies in you." "Your hair will make the silver age again." "When there was fewer but more honest men." "The burden's weighty and will press age down." "May I so rule that heaven may keep the crown." "The rapes of your lady and of mine, have been quitted with death on death-my work is done." "Here's the payment." "God speed." "Will you not stay?" "Aye... um, stay a minute longer, huh?" "Of all things, it puts me most to wonder, how the old Duke came murd'red." "'Twas all done for the best." "AllforyourGrace'sgood ." "We may be so bold to speak it now." "'Twas somewhat wittily carried, tho' I say it." "I murd'red him." " You?" " Well, we, two." "None else, twas I alone." "If you look into his ribs, you'll find my knife." "Thanks." "I have sorely missed it." " Lay hands on those villains!" " These others knew nothing." " Bear them to execution." " That's my son!" "Heart, my Lord, was't not for thy good?" " My good?" " You should be offering us titles." "Away with 'em!" "An old man such as he." "You that would murder him would murder me." " Look to the Duke!" " Get back!" "Get back!" "Is't come about?" "'Sfoot, brother, you began!" "May not we set as well as the Duke's son?" "Thou hast no conscience." "Are we not reveng'd?" "Is there one enemy left amongst those?" "'Tis time to die when we ourselves our foes." "When murderers shut deeds close, this curse does seal 'em;" "If none disclose 'em, we ourselves reveal 'em!" "This murder might have slept in tongueless brass but not for ourselves, and the world died an ass." "Now, my Lord..." "Since we are in forever, this work was ours which else might have been slipp'd." "If we list, we might have nobles clipp'd and go for less than beggars, but we hate to bleed so cowardly." "We have enough, i'faith." "We're well our mother turn'd, our sister true." "We die... after a nest of Dukes." "Shit!" "Adieu." "Adieu." "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" "VINDICl:" "Why, brother, this is fate." "CARLO:" "It is, but whose?" "VINDICl:" "I set my fate at naught so that I have revenge, revenge..."