MANDUBRACE

His anger nursed by jealousy's must feed On Princes flesh, who lose both state and life, If they but look awry. A tyrants growth Reared up by Ruins, thence may learn his fallen: For whom all fear, He justly fears all. I fly unseen, as charmers in a mist. Grateful Revenge, whose sharp-sweet relish fats My apprehensive Soul. Though all were pared of, Which does accrue from Fortune, and a man left As barely poor, as Nature thrust him out: Nay worse, though spirits boil, rage, anger, care, And grief Like wild-horse tear the affrighted mind: Though wrongs excoriate the heart: yet all is sweetened, If vengeance have her course. I wreak not how; Let Commonwealth expire, and owls proclaim Sad desolation in our Halls; Let heaps Of dust and rubbage Epitaph our towns; Let fire and water fight, who first shall spoil This universal frame. From North, or South, Revenge, th'art welcome. No sin worse than pity: A tyrants only physic is Phlebotomy. Exeunt. See here Androgeus heir, whose tender age His Father venters, and makes bold with nature, To pledge his Darling. He and thirty more Of noble lineage shall assure our faith: Beside I pawn my life. Thanks, gracious Caesar, for this kind acceptance, My knee does kiss the ground, my lip your knee. Pardon you gods, if any haunt our land, You Nymphs, and Lares, Fawns, and Silvanes wild; That thus I bring a stranger on our coasts, Whose foreign shape and language, may affright Our lazy clowns, and on my Countries back Once tread victorious steps: Be pleased to view, Wrongs now redressed, neglected first by you. By me the Trinobants submit, and Cenimagnians, Segontiackes, Ancalites, Bybrockes, and Cassians, Six worthy nations do desire thy guard. The Tyrant lies on Isis flowery banks, Where a full Quire sing of white-surplist swan's. The fords vnleuell belly they have fenced, With sharp stakes under water. Great numbers still remain: nay worse, they laugh At death, and boldly trust (as Druids preach) Their souls who die in fight shall live in joy. Hence count they dangers, benefits: and die With freedom in their mouth, and wilful rage. But let soft mildness wait on women, Let Thy wrath ring through the woods in dusty noise, To tell thy coming. No man's built so lofty, But his foundation meets the humble dust: Which undermined, how high he pierced the clouds, So deep he Sinks. Hostile and civil foes shake top and root As winds invade above, and Vines below. And so will We. Let's wast no time, least more unto him flock, As humours glide to guard the wounded member. There are but two ways to assail this Town: Both which I know. Your parted army must Break thorough both at once, and so distract His doubtful reskues. Count me your loyal friend. Your injuries run low; Mine break all bounds. My Father butchered at his lawless will: I banished from my lands, deposed from rule, Owing my Life to night and flight. If pity can have room in angry breast, Favour a Britain Prince, his Father slain, His regiment bereft, his dearest blood Drawn by the sword of false Cassibelane. Having God Crown, he then struck at my head: Nor can I safely suck my native air. His Coosse Androgeus also, and whole regions In open war withstand his violence. Lo, Albions aged arms spread wide t'inchaine Thee as her Patron, in a truelove knot. Wherefore dread Caesar, let thy mercy strike Revengeful fire; and be justly stiled, kneels. Tamer of Tyrants. Then fame blows aloud, When valour helps the weak, Pulls down the proud.