TARPAX

No more my Calib, see thy Tarpax comes, More swifter than the motive of and eye, Mounted on wings swift as a thought I fly unto my Mistress: now, what wouldst thou? Name what afflicts my love. Both must and will. Fates keep unknown from spirits those last times Of days and hours: yet can I riddle out a prophesy, Which if my Calib well observe and keep Thy time may farther run, death stay his sleep. While Calib in her powerful hand Holds fast her powerful art, So long may Calib by her power, Command Death hold his Dart. But when found Love by dotage shall, Blindfold wise Calibs eyes, With that great power she did command, The great Enchantress die. What mortal's that disturbs us? Shall I blast him? The fool never saw his Father yet, Make us acquainted. Hold villain, what resist thy mother? I am thy Father Suckabus. Thou art by birth Duke of Styx, Sulphur, & Helvetia. Queen of Limbony, and Duchess of Witchcordia. Fool, fool, Calib fool. Calib, we cannot. Thy power's extinct, and thou thy self must fallen: Did dotage on thy Deathsman blind thee so, To give thy safe protection and thy power to him? Now armed with both, comes to destroy thee. Fie Calib, fie, could not the Riddle which I read to thee, When thou desired'st the knowledge of thy doom, Forewarn thee then? Prepare, he comes. I, confusion comes. One hand thy power, the other bears a Falchion. He comes, he comes. Thus we defend her. Calib farewell, we can no longer stay, We'll meet thee strait in flames, our jovial day. Illo hist, Suckabus come hither. Come back, or I will force thee. Only a short remembrance of your duty, With and acknowledgement you have a father, and al's done: My blessing shall attend thee. Cast off those doubts then, I am thy Father, 'Twas love, great love betwixt they boy, But in the bottom of their honey cup I mixed A little dregs of bitter gall, which straight Converted all their love to hate, and in that hate, That George, thy master, sought her death: But by my power I clave the rock in twain, Whose careful Subject's underneath were ready To catch her in their arms, who when they had her; Those flames ascending up, which put such horror into her, Were Bonfires of their joy and loving hearts. I, they would make thee leap. And now thy mother's in my Kingdom, boy, By this time crowned with their applausive Shouts, Queen of Helvetia. Observe this fatherly instruction first: Thou art to travail with thy Master, boy, Through perilous adventures, all sorts of Countries, fashions, garbs and manners, Thou must observe thou art effeminate in shape and favour, Just thy sweet mother's, sweet hued fair Effigies, Framed to make Women do ate and fly To thee; refuse they not, take all that comes, Increase the world Like one of Tarpax sons. Lie to get profit; borrow, pay no debts, Cheat and purloin, thy are gaming Dicers bets. Love ease and sleep, it ripes the memory: But in each sleep have several sleepers by thee: Females, no men, I charge thee on my blessing. No, no, go travail farther first; These rules if thou observest and keepest, Thou soon shalt see thy mother. Oh we must meet again never feare't: Obey but my commands; so farewell son, Blessing on my boy. What would my Master? Tarpax must obey. It's done. Your call must be obeyed: I'm here. They are here. I'm gone; ten minutes hence expect me back. Great Ormand, haste unto thy powerful charms, We will assist thee in what Hell can do, With strength, with horror, and detested shapes, To daunt the courage of this Northern Knight, That comes to fetch the head of Ormandine. There's nothing we can do, Can quell the valour of this Christian Knight. Come, we are freed, lets now prepare his death, That being done, give welcome to him in confusion. Who's that, the issue of my Calib? Begone afore I'll follow. What Suekabus? Oh let me kiss my boy: A blessing on my Princely son and heir. None my sweet son. Be patient son. Yes, diverse. I know not till I make inquiry. List to me my son, and I'll show thee the cause, Why so thy mother and our royal self sent not unto thee: For hadst thou but obeyed the charge I left, Just at the parting of thy mother from thee, Thou hadst ever this been with us gentle boy, Inthroned and honoured as thy Mother is: Welcomed with triumphs, shows, and fireworks: Of what we want, we shall be furnished shortly. Then thus: I did not bid thee unsolace thy mind Like a dejected low-begotten slave, But revel, drink, laugh, and carouse, quarrel, and stab, Game, wench, swear and curse, and if thy master offend thee, Watch him asleep, and kindly cut his throat; So doing, hadst thou long ever this come to us. Here, take this paper, learn these nino words in't; At reading the first three, I will appear to thee, To satisfy what ever thou demandest. The virtue of the other three is this: Look, in what place soever thou wish thy self, Or company should meet thee to thy mind, Speak but the middle three, it's done: The best and last three words carry this property; Which once rehearsed by thee, Whom thou shalt please, shall straightways dote on thee, Love thee entirely, nay, would die for thee, If that in pity thou not comfortest them: There's a jewel for my princely boy. The better, I would not have thee boy: I will infuse that learning in thy brain, That thou shalt read that whensoere thou please. Observe the first three words: Hulcha, pulch, palcha; These three being spoke, I straight appear. The next is Runi , rant, runto; then art thou Where thou please, and in what company, The last and best Plagmanitis, squirtis, pampistis, Thy love lies in thine arms. My Angels slave? And when thou comest in company of men, What ere they be, refuse not what they do; If they quaff Wine by Gallons, do so too: Or cloud the air with India's precious weed, Kindle that fuel; let thy Chimney smoke too. Swallow no wrong, stab if they give the lie; Swear and forswear; the rules of gallantry. Come bring me a little on my way my son, I'll tell thee braver things than these that thou shalt do.