EURENOSES

Oh yes (Lord Scahin ) you mu to be his Parent? And snatch him out'h the Gulf he's falling in, That feigned speech of Alexanders wrought Like to most purging Physic, nights then black When it's compared with day: Boldness is clear, When it's presented before bastard fear. And for a Soldier ( Scahin, ) let me speak! We that do know the use of swords, and fire, We that do know, halters can throatle us, Shall we ere venture on a Woman's cruelty? We that endur no Lords, shall we endure: A woman to overcome us? Most true Demophoon! I reverence thy memory, no puling phrase Could so euchaine thee to thy Thraci n Dame, But thou wouldst r her perish than she save thee. I'll not declaim long on that common Theam , But they have lust lies in their fingers ends, And while their sweethearts breath sticks in their sheets, They will admit another. Lucrec in the day To be a Thais, if the night will not gainsay. And easy Medicine does and sure will work, To rub shrewd wounds, make them but fester more, Foul Medicines we worse brook, than a foul soar. And mine. Chase-Il. And mine. My Lord, I ay; That they may rail at light, that never saw day; But, had I such a Creature by my side Were the world twice enlarged, and all that world Overcome by me, all volumes writ, Made clean and filled up by Rhetoric strains: Of my great deeds, Historians should spend Their Ink and Paper in my sole Chronicle, A thousand such alluring idle charms, Could not conjure me from betwixt her arms. To Servia (my Lord) there are troops of arms, Gathered to resist Mahometans. Auspicious Fortune's to great Amurath! To open more springs unto this full tide of joy, Know (potent Emperor) I from Europe bring Six daughters of six several Kings, Whose Cities we have equaled to the ground; And of their Palaces did torches make, To light their souls through the black Cave of death ( Achero ̄ ) So weary were they to endure to endure our swords, That by impetuous mutiny themselves, Turned on each other; slew their Masters; Children's own hands, tore out their father's throats. And each one strove who should be laughtered first; Here did a brother pash out a Brother's brains, Some in stinking Quagmires, and deep Lake's (Which they had made t'avoyd their excrements) Ran quick, and in the lake lay buried. My Lord, these Meditations fit not you: You are to take the honour he hath left, And think you of his rising, not his fallen! Enter Iacup. Let your decree be sudden, here's your Brother. See (King) here's one worm yet that dare confess He breathes and lives, which once this hand crushed down. My Lord, your life's but one: Kings are the threads whereto there are inweaved Millions of lives, and he that must rule all Must still be one that is select from all. Although we speak, yet think them not our words, But what the Land speaks in us! Kings are free And must be impatient of equality. Scahi , let's in: The first degree to purge such ils as these Is to instruct the patient his disease: That you have done. Nor did it leave till death it self was weary Murder grew faint, and each succeeding day, Showed us the slaughter of the day before. amongst carcases and funerals we stood, Denying those that lived such Ceremonies As I their Temples to the Indian Gods, With prayers and vows they daily offered: Nor destiny, nor cruelty ere left, Till they had nothing to work upon; For, of so many souls that breathed These six are all remained: which as a Pledge Of my best service to your Majesty. I here am bold to yield and offer.