KING

Fair Prince, Since heavens great guider furthers our intents, And brought you with safety here to arrive Within our Kingdom and Court of Cycele, We bid you most welcome, Princely Pharamont, And that our Kingly bounty shall confirm, Even while the Heavens hold so propitious aspect We'll crown your wished desires (with our own) Lend me your hand sweet Prince, hereby enjoy A full fruition of your best contents, The interest I hold I do possess you with, Only a father's care and prayers retain, That heaven may heap on blessings, take her Prince, A sweeter Mistress then the offered Language of any dame, were she a Queen whose eye speaks common Loves; and comfort to her servants: Last Noble son, for so I now must call you, what I have done thus public, is not to add a comfort in parti cular to you or me, but all, and to confirm the Nobles and the Gentry of our Kingdom by oath to your succession: which shall be within this month at most. I do not fancy this choler, Sure he's somewhat tainted. Look your intelligence be true. Haste some of you, and cunningly discover, if Megra be in her lodging. If she be there, we shall not need to make a vain disco very of our suspicion, you gods I see, that who unrighteously holds wealth or state from others, shall be cursed in that which meaner men are blessed withal: Ages to come, shall know no male of him, left to inherit, and his name shall be blotted from the earth, ifhee have any child, it shall be crosly matched, the gods themselves shall sow wild strife betwixt her Lord and her: yet if it be your wills forgive the sin I have committed, let it not fallen upon this undeserving child, if she has not broke your laws, but how could I look to be herd of gods, that must be joust, praying upon the ground, I hold in wrong. 'Tis then no time to dally, you a'the guard, wait at the back door of the Princes lodging, and see that none pass thence upon your lives: Knock Gentlemen, knock loud, what has your plea sure taken off your hearing: I'll break your meditation, knock a gain, and louder, not yet, I do not think he sleeps, having such la rumes by him, once more, Pharamont. The same sir. Come down sir, we have cause of present counsel with you, Come down. Will you come down? Sir, I must chide you dearly for this looseness, You have wronged a Lady, but no more, Conduct him to his lodging, and to bed. Now Lady ofhonour, where's your honour now? No man can fit your palate but the Prince, Thou most ill shrouded rottenness, thou piece Made by a Painter and Apothecaries, thou troubled sea of lust, Thou wilderness inhabited by wild thoughts, Thou swollen cloud of infection, thou ripe mine of all diseases, Thou all sin and hell, and last all devils, tell me, Had you none to pull on with your courtesies, But he that must be mine, and wrong my daughter: By all the gods: all these, all the Pages, and all the Court Shall whoote thee through the Court, fling rotten oranges: Make reball rhymes, and sear thy name with candles Upon walls, do you laugh Lady Venus? What boy is that she raves at? Has she a boy? Go get you to your quarters, for this time, i'll study to forget you. What, in your meditations, who attends you? Put him away I say, has done you that good service, Shames me to speak off. 'Tis a new language, that allloue to learn: The common people speak it well already, They need no grammar: understand me well, there be foul Whispers stirring, cast him off, and suddenly do it, farewell. What, are the hounds before, and all the Woodmen? Our horses ready, and our bows bent? You are cloudy sir. Come we have forgotten your venial trespasses, let not that fit heavy upon your spirit, Heres none dares utter it. Is your boy turned away? 'Tis well done, hark you further. To horse, to horse, we lose the morning Gentlemen. Where is she? Speak that again so boldly, and by heaven it is thy last. You fellows, answer me, where is she? mark me all, I am your king, I wish to see my daughter, show her me, I do command you all, as you are subjects, to show her me: what, am I not your king, if I, why then, am I not to be obeyed? Things possible, and honest, hear me then, thou traitor, that darest confine thy king, to possible and honest, thingsshew her me, or let me perish, if I cover not all Cycele with blood. You have betrayed me, you have let me lose the Jewel of my life, go bring her me, and set her here before me, 'tis the king will have it so, whose breath can still the winds, uncloud the Sun, charm down the swelling sea, and stop the Floods of heaven: speak, can it not? What, is she found? Is the villain taken? Question it no more, it was. Did not you know him? Thou ambitious fool, thou that hast laid a train for thy own life, now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk, bear them to prison. 'Tis granted, take um to you with a guard. Come Princely Pharamont, this business passed, We shall with more security go on With our intended match. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince? Is the Princess ready to bring her prisoner out? Tell her we stay. How now, what mask is this? How, how? Your deer husband. Call in the Captain of the Citadel, where you shall keep your wedding, I'll provide a mask shall make your Hymen turn his saffron into a sullen coat, and sing sad requiems to your departing souls, blood shall put out your torches, and instead of gawdy flowers about your wanton necks, and Axe shall hang, Like a prodigious Metour, ready to crop your loves sweets. Hear you gods: From this time do I shake all title off of father to this woman, this base woman, and what there is of venge in a Lion chafed amongst dogs, or robbed of his deer young, the same enforced more terrible, more mighty, look from me. Here. A thousand devils take these Citizens. Away to the Citadel, I'll see them safe, And then cope with these burghers, let the guard And all the Gentlemen give strong attendance. Now the vengeance of all the gods confound them, How they swarm together, what a hum they raise. Devils choke your wide throats, if a man had need To use your valours, we must pay a brokadge for't, And then bring on, and you will fight Like sheep: 'Tis Phylaster, none but Phylaster must allay this heat, They will not hear me speak, but fling dirt at me, And call me tyrant. Oh run deer friend, and bring the Lord Phylaster, speak him well, call him Prince, Do him all the courtesies you can, commend me to him, O! my wits, my wits. What they will do with that poor Prince, the gods know, I fear. Oh worthy Sir, forgive me: Do not make your Misery's And my faults meet together, to bring a greater danger, Be your self still found amongst diseases, I have wronged you, And though I find it last, and beaten to't, Let me your goodness know, calm the people, and be What you were born to, take your love, & with her my repentance, All my wishes, and all my prayers, by the gods, My heart speaks all this, and if the least fallen from me, Not performed, may I be struck with thunder. Let your own word free her. Now all the gods go with thee. I cannot help it sir. Give present order she be banished the Court, And straightly confined till our further Pleasure is known. We fear you not sir. Which to make more full, Lady Gallatea, Let honoured Clerimont acceptance find In your chased thoughts. Then thus I join your hands. Then let us in these nuptuall feasts to hold, Heaven hath decreed, and Fate stands uncontrolled. Rise, you have it sir. Speak your intents sir. As a subject we give you freedom. You displease us, you are too bold. Sir, you wrong the Prince, I gave you not this freedom, go to, be better temperde. Phylaster, tell me the injuries you aim at in your riddles. Give me your wrongs in private. Go to, be more your self, as you respect our favour, yowl stir us else: sir I must have you know, that you are, and shall be at our pleasure, what fashion we will put upon you, smooth your self, over or by the gods He's possessed. Away I do not Like this, I'll make you tamer, or i'll dispossess you both of your life & spirit: for this time I pardon your wild speech, without so much as impri sonment. If it be true, that Lady had been better embraced cureless disea ses: get you to your rest, you shall be righted: Gentlemen draw near, we shall employ you. Is young Pharamont come to his lodging? Prince, Prince, you wrong your thoughts, we are your friends, come down. No, 'tis too late Prince, i'll make bold with yours. Sir be resolved, I must come, and will come enter. Why, do you chafe your self: you are not wronged, Nor shall be: only search your lodging, For some cause to our self, Enter I say. Tell me, have you not a boy? What kind of boy? A handsome boy? He speaks, and sings, and plays? About eighteen? Is he full of service? Put him away. Ifyou fear me, show it in duty? put away that boy. Do not you blush to ask it, cast him off: OrI shall do that shame to you, you are one shame with me, And so near my self, that by the gods, I'ld dare not tell my self, what you my self, Have done. Howe's that? answer me so again. Yes, lie, and dam, rather then tell me that: I say again, where is she? mutter not, Sir, speak you, where is she? No, cannot the breath of a king do this? Take you heed? Alas! What are we kings, why do you gods Place us above the rest, to be ferued, flattered, and adored, Still we believe we hold within our hands your Thunder, And when we come to try the power we think we have, There's not a leaf shakes at our threatenings, I have sinned, 'tis true, and here I stand to be punished, Yet would not these be punished, let me choose my way, And lay it on. Oh you're all cunning to obey us, for our hurts, But I will have her. I see the injuries I have done, must be revenged. Run all, disperse your selves, the man that finds her, or if she be killed, the traitor, I'll make him great. Come, let us seek. No news of his return, Will not this rabble multitude be appeased? I fear their outrage, lest it should extend With dangering of Pharamonts life. How happy am I in thee Phylaster? Whose excellent virtues begets a world of love, I am indebted to thee for a Kingdom. I here surrender up all Sovereignty, Reign peacefully with thy espoused Bride, Ashume my Son to take what is thy endue. But heaven hath made asignement unto him, And brought your contract to anullity: Sir, your entertainment hath been most fair, Had not your hellbred lust dried up the spring, From whence flowed forth those favours that you found: I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice, Your self hath crossed your self.