LATORCH

Nor I the elder robbed of what's his right. Consider then, and quickly; And Like a wise man, take the current with you, Which once turned head, will sink you; blessed occasion Offers her self in thousand safeties to you; Time standing still to point you out your purpose, And resolution (the true child of Virtue) Ready to execute: what dull cold weakness Has crept into your bosom, whose mere thoughts Like tempests, plowing up the sailing Forests, Even with their swing were wont to shake down hazards. What is't, your mother's tears? Her hands held up? her prayers, or her curses? O power of paper dropped through by a woman! Take heed the ouldiers see it not; it's miserable, In Rollo below miserable; take heed your friends, The sinews of your cause, the strength you stir by, Take heed, I say, they find it not: take heed Your own repentance (Like a passing-bell) Too late, and too loud, tell the world you're perished: What noble spirit, eager of advancement, Whose employment is his plough; what sword whose sharpness Waits but the arm to wield it; or what hope, After the world has blown abroad this weakness, Will move again, or make a wish for Rollo ? Poor hearts then. No friends sir, to your hono r; Friends to your fallen: where is your understanding, The noble vessel that your full soul sailed in, Ribbed round with honours; where is that? it's ruined, The tempest of a woman's sighs has sunk it. Friendship, take heed sir, is a smiling harlot That when she kisses, kills, a soderd friendship Pieced out with promises; Oh painted ruin! The more doubted; For hatred hatched at home is a tame Tiger, May fawn and sport but never leaves his nature; The jars of brother's, two such mighty ones, Is Like a small stone thrown into a river, The breach scarce herd, but view the beaten current, And you shall see a thousand angry rings Rise in his face, still swelling and still growing; So jars circling distrusts, distrusts breed dangers, And dangers death, the greatest extreme shadow, Till nothing bound them but the shore their graves; There is no manly wisdom, nor no safety In leaning to this league, this pieced patch friendship; This reared up reconcilement on a billow, Which as it tumbles, totters down your fortune; Is't not your own you reach at? Law and Nature Ushering the way before you; is not he Born and bequeathed your subject? What fool would give a storm leave to disturb his peace When he may shut the casement? can that man Has won so much upon your pity, And drawn so high, that Like and ominous Comet, He darkens all your light; can this touched Lion (Though now he licks and locks up his fell paws, Craftily huming, Like a catt to cozen you) But when ambition whets him, and time fitts him, Leap to his prey, and seized once, suck your heart out? Do you make it conscience? A fear they tie up fools in, Nature's coward, Pauling the blood, and chilling the full spirit With apprehension of mere clouds and shadows. Or if you did; if there were conscience, If the free soul could suffer such a curb To the fiery mind, such puddles to put it out; Must it needs Like a rank Vine, run up rudely, And twine about the top of all our happiness Honour and rule, and there fit shaking of us? Now you go right, sir, now your eyes are open. Now you are a man, sir. But be not too much stirred, Sir, nor to high In your execution: swallowing waters Run deep and silent, till they are satisfied, And smile in thousand Curls, to guild their craft; Let your sword sleep, and let my two edged wit work This happy feast, the full joy of your friendships Shall be his last. Why thus, sir; I'll presently go dive into the Officers That minister at Table gold and goodness, With promise upon promise, and time necessary, I'll pour into them. Let me alone, and such a bait it shall be, Shall take off all suspicion. Walk in then, and your smoothest face put on sir. Exeunt. Save you Master, save you gentlemen, You are casting for this preparation; This joyful supper for the royal Brother's: I'm glad I have met you fitly, for to your charge My bountiful brave Butler, I must deliver A Bevy of young Lasses, that must look on This nights solemnity, and see the two Dukes, Or I shall loose my credit; you have Stowage? God-a-mercy noble Master. What misery it is that minds so royal, And such most honest bounties, as yours are, Should be confined thus to uncertainties. I would feign speak unto you out of pity, Out of the love I bear you, out of honesty, For your own goods; nay, for the general blessing. He would do`to friends, And you too, if he had his right, true Courtiers; What could you want then? dare you? And this my soul upon't, I dare assure you, If you but dare your parts. Then I'll be sudden. And first, for what you must do, because all danger Shall be apparently tied up and mussell'd, The matter seeming mighty: there's your pardons. And here's five hundred Crowns in bounteous earnest, And now behold the matter. I imagine. Is your will made? And have you said your prayers? for theyle pay you: And now to come up to you, for your knowledge, And for the good you never shall repent you If you be wisemen now. These must be put then into the several meats Young Otto loves, by you into his wine, sir, Into his bred by you, Into his linen. Now if you desire, you have found the means To make you, and if you dare not, you have Found your ruin; resolve me ere you go. May I no more see light else About it then, farewell, you're all of one mind. Why should your Grace think him a poisoner Has he ̄ no more respect to piety! And but he has by oath tied up his fury Who durst but think that thought. If men of his sort, of his power, and place The eldest son in honour to this Dukedom. Prove both sir, see the traitor. Up then, your sword cools sir, Ply it i'th' flame, and work your ends out. I haste my Lord. Exit. The citizens are hasting sir in heap ̄ S, all full resolved By my persuasions of your brother's Treason : I am two late sir, it dispatched before And his head is hear. I fear thy prayer is herd, and he rewarded Lady have patience, it unhappy speed; Blame not the Duke, it not his fault, but fates, He sent, you know to stay it, and commanded In care of you, the heavy object hence Soon as it came? have better thoughts of him. Noble citizens here; Any here the wounds he gave your sovereign Lord. Good Lady rise, and raise your spirits withal, More high than they are humbled; you have cause, As much as ever honoured happiest Lady; And when your ears are freer to take in Your most amendfull and unmatched Fortune's, I'll make you drown a hundred helpless death's In sea of one life poured into your bosom; With which shall flow into your arms, the ri hes, The pleasures, honours, and the rule oh P in ; Which though death stop your eam es, me thinks should ope'm Assay to forget death. Taste of what cannot be redressed, and bless The fate that yet you curse so; sin e for that You spoke so movingly, and your sweet eyes With so much grace filled, that you set on fire The Dukes affection, whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedom, is't not sweet? Does it not shine away your sorrows clouds Sweet Lady, take with e heart, and hear, and tell me Prepare to hear then, And be not barred up from your self, nor add To your ill fortune with your far worse judgement Make me your servant to attend with all joys Your sad estate, till they both bless and speak it: See how they'le bow to you, make me wait, command m To watch out every minute, for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your graces, And do my Hope's the honour of your motion, To all the offered heights that now attend you: O how your touches ravish? how the Duke Is slain already with your flames embraced? I will both serve and vi item you, and often. Time will make you Lady. I conceive not so, sir. They are airy fears; and why should I object them unto his fancy? Wound what is yet owned? your counsels colour no , With reason of state, where all thats necessary still is just? The actions of the prince, while they succeed, Should be made good, and glorified; not questioned, Men do but show their ill affections, that — Do murmur against their Master's. It is to whosoever mislikes of the Dukes courses I'm sworn to hear nothing may prejudice the prince. A watchman for the state, and one that's known Sir, to be rightly affected. My lord, this makes not, for loving of my master. That Aubreys speech and manners found somewhat of the boldest It may be so, and yet be worth a fear. I dare not, sir, be author Of what I would be, 'tis so dangerous; But with your highness favour and your licence. My Lord, expect a while, your happiness Is nearer than you think it, yet her griefs Are green and fresh; your vigilant Latorche Hath not been idle: I have leave already To visit her, and send to her And if I find not out as speedy ways And proper instruments to work and bring her To your fruition; that she be not watched Tame to your Highness wish, say you have no servant Is capable of such a trust about you, Or worthy to be secretary of your pleasure. Sir, one suit, which I will ever importune, till you grant me Yes to have The Scheme of your nativity judged by them, I hav't already erected; O my Lord, You do not know the labour of my fears, My doubts for you are such as cannot hope Any security, but from the Stars; Who, being rightly asked, can tell man more Than all power else, there being no power beyond them What more can concern me, than this? Your grace is now inspired; now, now your Highness Begins to live, from this hour count your joys: But, Sir, I must have warrants, with blanks figured, To put in names, such as I Like. They dare not else offer, Sir, at your figure O I shall bring you wonders; ther's a Friar Rusee, and admirable man, another A gentleman, and then Lafiske, The mirror of his time; 'twas he that set it But there's one Norbret, (him I never saw) Has made a mirror, a mere Lookingglass, In show you`ld think't no other; the form oval, As I am given to understand by letter, Which renders you such shapes, and those so differing, And some that will be questioned and give answers; Then has he set it in a frame, that wrought Unto the revolutions of the Stars, And so compact by endue proportions Unto their harmony, does move alone A true automaton; thus Daedelus Statues, Or Vulcan's Tools — Sir? why, what should stay my faith, or turn my sense? He has been about it above twenty years, Three sevens, the powerful, and the perfect numbers; And Art and Time, Sir, can produce such things. What do I read there of Hiarbas banquet? The great Gymnosophist, that had his Butlers And carvers of pure gold waiting at table? The images of Mercury, too, that spoke? The wooden door that flew? a snake of brass That hist? and birds of silver that did sing? All those new done by the Mathematics, Without which there`S no science, nor no truth. And I'll endeavour, you shall know with speed, For which I should have one of trust go with me, If you please, Hamond, that I may by him Send you my first dispatches; after I Shall bring you more, and as they come still more, You'll not be far hence Captain, when the Business is done you shall receive present dispatch. I'm glad to hear their Secretary say so, My learned Father Russ , where's la Fiske, Monsieur de Bube, how do they? For loves sake let's salute em. The Duke will shortly know they. How is it, learned Gentlemen, with both your virtues? When you hear me then It will be happier; the Duke greets you both Thus, and though you may touch no money, Father, Yet you may take it. Indeed he hath scaped a strange Conspiracy, Thanks to his Stars; which Stars be prays by me, You would again consul , and make a Judgement On what you lately erected for my love. T'incounter with that fear, Here's to assure you, his Signet, write your names, And be secured all three. I must then entreat it, be as present as you can. Yes. I should have made it, sir, my suit to see him, Here is a Warrant Father, I conceived That he had solely applied himself to Magic. Tell him he hall have gold. How then? Take gold with you. Well, go then, is he so learned, Gentlemen. How Sir? I pray you clear that. But they may be prevented. You cannot name the persons bring this danger? Sir, we do fear one Aubrey ; if 'twere he I should be glad; for we should soon prevent him. Yes reverend Sir. Fart for your reverence, keep it till then; and somewhat high of statutre? He is so. Right, Sir. You speak the man, sir. O, it is Aubrey ; gentlemen, I pray you, Let me receive this under all your hands. He shall eat gold If he will have it, so shall you all; ther's that Amongst you first, let me have this to send The Duke in the mean time; and then what sights You please to show; I'll have you so rewarded As never Artists weet, you shall to Court Along with me, and there wait your Fortune's. Stay there, I'll step in and prepare the Duke, By this time where's my huffing friend Lord Aubrey? Where's that good Gentleman? o, I could laugh now, And burst my self with mere imagination; A wise man, and a valiant man, a just man; To suffer himself be juggled out of the world, By a number of poor Gipsies? farewell Swashbuckler, For I know thy mouth is cold enough by this time; A hundred of you I can shave as neatly, And never draw blood in show: now shall my honour, My power and virtue walk alone: my pleasure Observed by all, all knees bend to my worship, All suits to me as Saint of all their Fortune's, Preferred and crowded too, what full place of credit, And what place now? your Lordship? no, it's common, But that I'll think to morrow on, now for my business. Dead, my Master dead? Aubrey alive too? My Master dead? Mercy, mercy. Dare you but think to make your selves up certainties Your places, and your credits ten times doubled, The Princes favour, Rollos. Why then all happy. Exit. I cannot tell, men's hearts show in their words sometimes. Not him that you writ to me of?