DION

Soft and fair, there is more will forbid the baines, then say amen to the marriage: though the King usurped the Kingdom, during the nonage of the Prince Phylaster, he must not think to bereave him of it quite; he is now come to years to claim the Crown. A diadem worn by a headless King would be wondrous, Phylaster is too weak in power. And few helpers. I grant it, that the King knows too well, And makes this Contract to make his faction strong: Whats a giddy-headed multitude, That's not Disciplined nor trainde up in Arms, To be trusted unto? No, he that will Bandy for a Monarchy, must provide Brave marshal troops with resolution armed, To stand the shock of bloody doubtful war, Not daunted though disastrous Fate does frown, And spit all spiteful fury in their face: Defying horror in her ugliest form, And grows more valiant, the more danger threats; Or let lean famine her affliction send, Whose pining plagues a second hell does bring, Thei'le hold their courage in her height of spleen, Till valour win plenty to supply them, What think you, would year feast-hunting Citizens Endure this? And so is mine, And so should all that loves their true born Prince, Then let us join our Forces with our minds, In whats our power to right this wronged Lord, And watch advantage as best may fit the time To stir the murmuring people up, Who is already possessed with his wrongs, And easily would in rebellion rise, Which full well the King does both know and fear, But first our service we'll proffer to the Prince, And set our projects as he accepts ofvs; But hushed, the King is coming. I wonder whats his price? for certainly he'll fell him, he has so be praised his shape: Mark but the King how pale he looks, he fears, and this same whorsone conscience, ah how it jades us. Now it heats. Heres a fellow has some fire in his veins, the outlandish Prince looks Like a toothdrawer. Has given him a general purge already, for all the right he has, and now he means to let him blood: be constant gentle heavens, I'll run his hazard although I run my name out of the Kingdom. Ladies, this would have been a pattern of succession, Had he never met this mischief: by my life this is The worthiest: the true name of man this day within My knowledge. I cannot blame him, theres danger int. Every man in this Age has a soul of Crystal, to read their actions, though men's faces are so far asunder, that they hold no intelli gence: but view the stranger well, and you shall see a fever throw all his braveries, and feel him shack Like a true truant, if he give not back his Crown again, upon the report of and elder gun: I am no augery. Most honoured sir she is, and for a penance but of and idle dream, has undertook a tedious pilgrimage. Do you know what you do? Go on, and be as truly happy as thou art fearless: Come Gentlemen, lets make our friends acquainted, lest the king prove false. Serves he the Princess? 'Tis a sweet boy, how brave she keeps him. May your dreams be true to you, What shall we do Gallants? 'tis late. What should this mean? I saw him enter there. Sir she parted hence but now with other Ladies. 'Tis strange a man cannot ride a Stage or two, To breath himself, without a warrant: if this gear hold, That lodgings be searched thus, pray God we may lie With our own wives in safety, that they be not by some trick of state mistaken. So please your grace I have seen a boy wait on her, a fair boy. Sure she has a Garrison of devils in her tongue, She uttered such bals of wild fire, she has so nettled the King, That all the Doctors in the Country will not cure him, That boy was a strange found out antidote to cure her infections; That boy, that Princess boy, that chased, brave, virtuous Ladies boy, and a fair boy, a well-spoken boy, All these considered can make nothing else, But there I leave ye Gentlemen. I and 'tis the gods That raised this punishment to scourge the King With his own issue, is it not a shame for all us, That write noble in the Land for us, that should be freemen, To behold a man that is the bravery ofhis age, Phylaster: pressed down from his royal right, By this regardless King, and only look and see the Sceptre Ready to be cast into the hands of that lascivious Lady, That lives in lust with a smooth boy, Now to be married to you strange thing, Who but that people please to let him be a Prince, Is born a slave, in that which should be his most noble partly, His mind. The only cause that draws Phylaster back, From this attempt, is the fair Princess love, Which he admires, and we can now comfort. I 'tis passed speech she lives dishonestly, But how shall we: if he be curious, work on his belief. Since it is true, and Lords to his own good, I'll make this new report to be my knowledge, I'll say I know it, i'll swear I saw it, My Lord, we come to urge that virtue which we know lives in your breast: forth, rise, make a head, the nobles and the people are all dull with this usurping king, and not a man that ever herd the word, knows such a thing as virtue, but will second your attempts, The time is fuller then you expect, That which hereafter perhaps be reached by violence, May now be caught, as for the King you know The people long have hated bim, but now The Princess whom they loved. She's known a whore. My Lord — This is most strange, sure he dos love her. But this my Lord, is truth. Why she was taken at it. A Page, a boy that serves her. I, know you him my Lord? Oh noble sir, your virtues cannot look Into the subtle thoughts of women. In short my Lord, I too ke them, I my self. But good my Lord recall your self, and think what's best to be done, All sir. He looks Like and old surfeited stallion after his leaping, Dull as a Dormouse: see how he sinks, the wench has shot him between wind and water, and I hope sprung a lake. I'st possible this fellow should repent, Me thinks that were not noble in him, And yet he looks Like a mortified member, As if he had a sick men salve in's mouth, If a worse man had done this fault now, Some physical Justice or other, would presently Without the help of and Almanac, Have opened the obstructions of his liver, And let him blood with a dog-whip. Sure this Lady has a good turn done against her will, before she was common talk, now none dares say Cantharides can stir her, her face looks Like a warrant, willing and commanding all tongues, as they will answer it, to be tied up, and bolted, when this Lady means to let her self lose, as I live, she has God a goodly protection, and a gracious: and may use her body discretely, for her health sake, once a week, except lent and dogdays. Oh if they were to be God for money, what a large sum would come out of the City, for these Licences. This is the strangest sudden chance, you Woodman. Saw you a Lady come this way, on a sable horse, star died with stars of white? Yes, road she to the wood, or to the plain? Pox ofyour questions then: What, is she found? Let him seek his daughter himself, she cannot stray About a little necessary natural business: But the whole Court must be in arms, When she has done, we shall have peace. Sir, I cannot tell. Sir, shall I lie? Sir, I do not know. Yes, if you command things possible, and honest. Faith I cannot, unless you'll tell me where she is. No. Take you heed, how you dare the powers That must be joust. He articles with the gods, would some body would draw bonds, for the performance of covenant betwixt them. What, will he carry it to Spain in's pockets? Yes, you may do well to leave your Lady bedfellow here for a spincer. Sir, this is not the way to find her out. I, some would give five thousand pounds to find her. Come Gentlemen, we here. The Princess Gentlemen. Where the wound Madame, Is it dangerous. 'Tis above wonder, who should dare this. Madame, who did it? Yonder my Lord, creeps one away. Betrayed, no, apprehended. My Lord Phylaster. It was Phylaster. Yes. Sir, here be two confess the deed, but suit it was Phylaster. Death, soft your law will not reach that for this fault. I pray that this actionloose not Phylastor the hearts of the people. Has the king sent for him to death? Are all his wounds well? Away. So please you Sir, he's gone to see the City, And the new Plot-form, with some Gentlemen Attending on him. King, you may be deceived yet, the head you aim at, Cost more setting on, then to loose it so lightly: If it must off Like a wild overflow, that soopes before him, A golden stock, and with it shakes down bridges, Cracks the strong hearts of Pynes, whose cable roots Held out a thousand storms, a thousand thunders, And so made weightier, takes whole villages upon his back, And in the heat of pride charges strong Towns, Towers, Castles, Palaces, and leaves them desolate. So shall thy head, thy noble head, bury the lives Of thousands, that must bleed with thee Like a sacrifice, In thy read ruins. Sweet peace upon thy soul thou worthy maid, When ere thou diest, for this time I'll excuse thee over by thy pro logue. Oh brave fellows; Mureny my fine deer countrymen, Mutiny. Now my brave valiant formen, show your weapons In honour of your Mistress's. A thousand blessings on them. I, and the marriage too, by all the gods, this noble Lady has deceived us all, a plague upon my self, a thousand plagues, for would ving such unworthy thoughts of her deer Honour: Oh, I could Beatrice my self, or do you Beatrice me, and I'll Beatrice you, for we had all one thought. You say true, are your swords sharp: Well my deer Countrymen what you lacks, ifyou continue, and fallen not Back, upon the first broken skin, I'll see you Chronicled, And Chronicled, and cut and Chronicled, and all to be praised, And sung in sonnets, and bathed in brave new ballads, That all tongues shall troule you in Secula seculorum, My kind Countrymen. Then the same devil take the foremost too, and sauce him for his breakfast, if they all prove cowards, my curses flush a amongst um, and ill speeding: may they have injurious rain to keep the Gentlemen at home in rasine freeze, may the moth branch their velvets, and their silks only be worn before soar eyes, may their false lights undo um, and discover preases, holes, stains, and oldness in their stuffs, and make them shop-rid, may they keep whores, and horses, and break, and live mued up with necks ofbeefe and turnups; May they have many children, and none Like the father, and know no language but that gibberish they pra tle to their parsels, unless it be the goatish Latin they write in their bonds, and may they write that false, and loose their debts. Oh my brave Citizens, as I live I will not buy a pin Out of your walls for this: nay, you shall cousin me, And I'll thank you, and send you brawn and bacon, Every long vocation; and foul shall come up fat And in brave liking. Why, they'le flay him, and make Church buckets on's skin, to qucnch rebellion, then clap a reuit in's sconce, and hang him up for a sign. Well, 'tis a brave boy Gentlemen. A plague on my forwardness, what a villain was I, to wrong um so; a mischief on my muddy brains, was I mad? A pox on such love, have you any hope my countenance will ere serve me to look on them? Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beat out my brains, or hang my self in revenge. And excellent boy, Gentlemen believe it, hark the King is coming, See Sir, Phylaster is returned. They are married sir. To return alone, you need not sir, Here is one will bear you company, You know this Ladies proof, if you Failed not in the say taging. I should know this face; my daughter. Now Lady lust, what say you to'th boy now; Do you hang the head, do you, shame would fleale Into your face, if you had grace to entertain it, Do you slink away? Marry my Lord I say, I know she once loved him. At least made show she did, But since 'tis my Lord Phylasters desire, I'll make a surrender of all the right A father has in her; here take her sir, With all my heart, and heaven give you joy. True Sir: and holds set counsels, to vent their brain sick opinions with presagements what all states shall design. And that shall serve as long as invention lasts, there dreams they relate, as spoke from Oracles, or if the gods should hold a synod, and make them their secritaries, they will divine and prophecy too: but come and speak your thoughts of the intended marriage with the Spanish Prince, He is come you see, and bravely entertainde. I thank you sir, you dare not for the people. See how his fancy labours, has he not spoke home and bravely, what a dangerous train did he give fire to, how he shook the King, made his soul melt within him, and his blood run into whay: it stood upon his brow Like a cold winter Due. Sir, the King must please: While we know who you are, and what you are, your wrongs and virtues shrink not worthy sir: but call your father to you, in whose name we'll waken all the gods, and conjure up the rods of vengeance, the abused people, who Like raging torants shall swell High: and so begirt the dens of these Male-dragons, that through the strongest safety they shall beg for mercy at your swords point. When it is at best, 'twill be but half done, while so brave a gentleman is wrongde and slung off. I fear not for my self, and yet I fear too: well, we shall see, we shall see: no more. Sir I have asked, and her women swear she is within, but they I think are bawds, I told um I must speak with her, they laughed, and said their Lady lay speechless: I said my business was important, they said their Lady was about it: I grew hight, and cri ed, my business was a matter that concerned life and death, they answered so was sleeping, at which their Lady was: I urged again she had scarce time to be so, since last I saw her, they smiled again, and seemed to instruct me, that sleeping was nothing but lying down and winking, answers more direct, I could not get from them, in short sir, she's not there. Noble friend welcome, and see who encoun ters us, honourable good Clerimon.