KING OF HUNGARY

A royal Army, had they been trained In Military discipline, experience Is half the soul of Arms, we will take order, To have them taught the exercise of Arms, By those Hungarians troops which we brought hither. Man, my royal Father Is not himself, when he beholds Events through the quick perspective of fear, Which shows him dangers at remotest distance, As clearest and his most perspicuous objects. Suppose this traitor in his Giant-reach Fathom even heaven it self, yet there are bolts To strike him into earth for his ambition, And make his memory and name, all, save his treason, For ever to be forgotten. Heaven it self Will arm on our side, and with certain vengeance, Pursue the inhumane monster: why? to die, (As that's the worst can happen) in this cause, Were a religious martyrdom: I am your son Sir, And what your Fortune's are, good or disastrous, Mine has on them dependence; by my Hope's, I do So little weigh the glorious traitors pride, I think him worthy scarce my meanest thought, And rest assured, ere long, I shall behold This fearful meteor, that would be a Star, And does affright us with his hideous blaze, Like a vain Comet drop his fading rays. Perfidious slave! On whom your plenteous bounties showered so fast, They seemed to drown him he whose great commands, Could not know ought above them, but your self, The General of your forces of Gloyawe, Mechlenburg, Sagan, Fridland stiled the Duke, He to invert your own Arms against your self, Swells my vexed soul to think on't.