ANTIPATER

You're too improvident, and this neglect Will draw your life in hazard; understand, Th'are Lyons and not Lambs you cope withal: The Mother-queen is S btile, and her Son Of high and noble spirit; should they escape, You fix a Ram to batter down the life Both of the King and Kingdom. So, why so; Thus have I started bravely, and maintained My raze with full speed to ambition; Much of my way is smoothed by the death's Of proud Antigonus and Alexander, But chiefly of Hircanus, till he went My torch could never kindle; could I now But damp the high Priest Aristobulus, (As there's much water towards) and in it Drown his old politic Mother, half my way Lies as my thoughts would wish it; and how ere By birth I am a Bastard, yet my wit Shall bear me above the trueborn; for it's found, Power makes all things lawful, all things found. Fine dissimulation! Oh you're a goodness passed equality, And all the blessed times which are to come Shall with more admiration then belief Receive incredible, but undoubted truth, Of your rare mildness, faith and temperance. There's no fear. Speak them Sir, Without exception, you cannot devise What I'll not execute. 'Tis resolved, He never sees to morrow; soon at night, When we do swim our wager, I'll so teach His Holiness to dive, that on the earth He never shall tread to hurt us. Speak it Sir; Your pleasure is mine Armour. Think 'tis done; By heaven the hour which tells me of your death, Is Our of her destruction; I have sworn, And there's no fate can change me. Go Herod, happy King; nay Herod, go, Unhappy, cause so happy; happy King, While th'art a King; unhappy when no King: Hangs then mishap or hap upon a King, or no King? Then Herod, be no King; Antipater be King: And what's a King? a God: and what are Gods, but Kings? Jove, Prince of Gods, was petty King of paltry Crete; Men subject are to Kings and Gods; but of the twain, Their Gods than Kings commands, they rather disobey; Kings greater then; nay, better then, then Gods: Then but a King or God, nought with Antipater; And rather King then God; no God; a King, a King. When I complain to Echo but head-aching; it cries, a King: When I, in mirth, am music making; it sounds, a King: Each sighed, when I am waking; presents a King: When I my rest am taking; I see a King. Last night I saw, or seemed to see; nay, sure I saw A Crown hang over my head; & through the Crown a Sword: I saw, I sighed, I cried, Oh when? Oh when? Fallen Crown; yea fallen with Sword; fallen both, so one may fallen: But why dream I of falling, that must rise; Nay run, nay leap, nay fly unto a Crown? Giants heap hills on hills, to scale high Heaven; I, heads on heads, to climb a Kingdoms Sky: But o, I am a Son; a Sun, Oh happy name; A Sun must shine alone, obscuring Moon, and Stars: I, but I am a Bastard; what of that? Men base by birth, in worth are seldom base; And Nature's Outcasts, still are Fortune's Darlings: Bacchus, Apollo, Mercury; Bastards, yet bravest Gods: Then, why not I a God, a Demigod, or Worthy? You Gods, you Demigods, you Worthies then assist me; That, as our birth was Like, our worth may bear Like price: If they refuse; come Devils, and befriend me; My breast lies open; come; come Furies and possess it; Hatch here some monstrous brood, worthy of you and me; Which all Posterities may know, but none believe; Whereat the Sun may not go back, as once it did, At Atreus tyranny; but fallen and die for ever: Whereat the Heavens may quake, Hell blush, & Nature trem ble; And men (half mad) may stand amazed. So, so, it works, it works; My breast swells to a Mountain; and I breed A Monster, passed description; to whose birth, Come Furies, and be Midwives. Hark! Oh hark! So shall it be; shall it? no shalls; 'tis done, dispatched: Who can resolve, can do; who can dispose, can better: My way, seven single persons, and two houses cross; Supported by a many headed beast: Oh, had they all one head, or all their heads one neck, Or all their necks one body, which one blow might broach; But had they Hydra's heads, Gerions bodies; Hercules, By making them away, would make his way to Heaven: But as and hunger-starved Tiger, between two Heifers, Here yawns, there gapes, in doubt where first to fasten; So doubt I where to set my paws, but care not where; My Father shall be first, that order be observed; Whose death I wish, not work, lest piety be wanting; Room will I hope ease me of that disturbance: Herod is come Augustus, friend to thy foe, and so thy foe; Keep him Augustus, nay kill him Augustus, or Jove kill him & thee; Pass he by Land or Sea, or Hell, or under Heaven: Oh Earth; food unto him, or none, or noisome give: Oh Sea; his ships or sink in sands, or drink in waves: Oh Heaven; or stop his breath, or lend contagious breath: Oh Hell; for kindness, call him in thy womb: In sum, Gape Earth, swell Seas, fallen Heaven, Hell swallow him: But, let me see; what say my hellish Counsellors? Egystus wooes, and wins, and wears a Crown: a Queen Receives with love (false love) the Victor King; unam med, She clothes him in her handiwork, a shirt, Which had no head or arms to issue out; Entangled thus they slew him: let me see, What have they left? thus Clitemnestra writes; Per scelera semper sceleribus tutum est iter; Found is the stay of sin; sin safest way to sin; Egystus leaves this axiom; Nec regna scotium far, nec tedae sciunt; None, or alone; Kings can endure no Rivals; I understand you well; and so will work; Whetting against my Father both his Wife, His Sister and her Husband; some by Fear, Some by Belief, and some by Jealousy: Thus rise I on their heads, and with their hands Rip up their natural Bowels: 'Tis decreed, The Plot is laid, Parts must be played, No time delayed. Note you this Courtship? I cannot blame you, 'tis strange impudence. I'll not be far behind, but help to send All unto hell; 'tis for a Crown I stand, And Crowns are oft the ruins of a Land. Hold in the name of Verve; here's a braule Able to inflame patience: Beauteous Queen, Divinest Alexandra; what can move These storms in this calm weather. If I may, I'll lay my life a subject to your mercies; Make me your footstools to appease your wraths; My blood I'll make your sacrifice. Miracles! Wrest not my good thoughts (Madam) for I call Just Heaven to witness how I loved your Son; And would my self have died to ransom him; But your misprision I impute to heat And Choleric spleen, which now misgoverns you. Think not so. Now it works. Admirable still. Nay Madam, you're too bitter. Is the King returned? And my plots Shall run as fast to aid and second you. Let it rule; Repentance needs must follow. Bravely urged. 'Tis not fit, Nor dare I credit Rumor, chiefly when It speaks of such great persons; yet 'tis true, Many vild things are uttered; nay indeed Some proved I wish were hidden: but alas, Who knows not Slander's ever impudent? By my life, Hope's, and all fruitful wishes; I'm of this As Innocent as Silence: if my lips Ere opened to relate it; let me feel Some sudden fatal judgement: Gracious Sir, Search out this secret further, it'll be found There is more Treason breeding. Now it works. Bravely speak, You shall have strong supporters; now his ear Is open, see you fill it. Nay, for that, I dare not to withstand; yet, questionless, The Queen is not so wicked.—Go, put home; Y'aue all things to assist you:—Sirrah Jew, Forget not thy preferment. Sir, I know Your wisdom such, as can discern what 'tis At once to fear, to suffer, and to die, By hand of stern ambition; which, ith' end, Makes still her habitation Like the place Where poison grows, so naked and so bore That dust disdains abide there. Willingly. Yet please you first to think Whither the act hurt not your Majesty; Kings, in these weighty causes, must not play At fast and lose; their words are Oracles; And judgement should pursue them. Not on earth is there a man more willing; Yet, when Kings condemn themselves of rashness, Who can blame contempt to follow after? This is strange Can the dead be awakened? Fie, 'tis unfit Greatness should yield to passion. Do not offend him further; vanish Sir. It a brave Lesson that Egystus taught, And Clitemnestra writ religiously: Sin safest way to sin; None or alone; both excellent, Yet Herod lives unwronged and unremoved. The Sons of Oedipus, in life, nor after death, Agreed but once; which was, t'imprison Oedipus; And act of no small wonder: Oh, but Boys, I'll mount a world above you; t'imprison, is Still to have danger near me: tut, 'tis death, Death that my aims do shoot at: I'll invent What none shall altar: fie, 'tis nothing worth, By Worth, by Birth, by Choice, by Chance to be a King; But so to climb I choose, as all may fear and wonder; Fear to attempt the Like, and wonder how I wrought it; Cursed be he (in this case) that craves his Father's blessing; My Throne must be my Father's Monument; My Reign built on his ruin: but how? how? witless, how? Ask how, and seek a Crown? By Poison; no, by Sword; Sword; no, by Subtlety: Oh Hell awake, awake; And once for all instruct me. Dumb Show. Music: and, Enter Miscipsa, Jugurth, Adherball, Hiempsall, Miscipsa makes them join hands, and gives each a Crown, and departs: then in mounting the tribunal, Hiempsall and Adhere ball fit close to keep out Jugurth, he divides them by force, Hiempsall offers to draw, and Jugurth stabs him; Adherball flies and comes in again with the Roman Senators, they seem to reconcile them; and being departed, Jugurth stabs Adherball, and leaves at Antipaters feet a Scroll. Oh resolute Jugurth; what affordest thou me? Non mordent mortui; Dead men do not bite: True, noble Bastard: Jugurth, in thy light Thy Brother's dwelled; Oh Jugurth, so do mine: Thou kild'st them Jugurth; Jugurth, so must I. Thus sing we several Descant on one plainsong, Kill: Four parts in one, the Mean excluded quite: The Base sings deeply, Kill; the Counter- nor, Kill; The Tenor, Kill, Kill; the Triple, Kill, Kill, Kill: In Diapason Kill is the Unison, S aven times redoubled; And so oft must I kill: as, first the King, (His Wife is passed) two Sons, two Brothers, and a Sister; And think not but I can: can; nay, but I will: I am no puny in these Documents: The Tiger, tasting blood; finds it to sweet to leave it: The Hawk, once made to pre , takes all delight in preying; The Virgin, once deflowered, thinks pleasure to grow continued ̄ mon; And can I then stop in a middle way? Cl ze fou ains, rivers dry; pluck up the ro ts bows perish; Banish the Sun, the Moon and Star do vanish: And, were it to obscure the world, and sp isle Both Man and Beast, Nature, and every thing; Yet would I doo't; and why? I must, and will be King. Kingly Antipater. Your Letters are Chrysanders, and not mine. Away then, outfly Eagles; yet Sir, hark; Carry your Countenance wisely, seem to be A Saint in thy delivery. Within there. I did; what, is your Lesson God? The time, (at night;) the place, (the Bedchamber;) The manner, (armed;) the instruments, (their Swords.) Nobly said; hold, there's gold. True; 'tis the sick ans Balm, the Usure S Pledge, And indeed all men's Masters; go away, The time's ripe for thy purpose; thus these Slaves Run post to Hell for shadows; would, Salumith: Oh my best Aunt and Mistress; you're well met: Never were times so tickle; nor, I think, Stood innocence in more danger: would my life Were lost, to thrust fears from you. 'Tis well you are so armed; indeed, a life So good as yours, free, and religious, Thinks not on fear, or ill men's actions: Yet Madam, still your state is slippery; Believe it while these Princes do survive, And dream how you accused the Mother-queen, They still will practice against you. 'Tis confessed; W'are both marks of their vengeance. Nobly said, Mirror of Women, Angel, Goddess, Saint. What, this; the Kings Barber, your doting Amorite? Pitiful fool, go sleep, or thoult run mad else, Sfoot, the Slave Will beggar himself with buying new Instruments. What, to be made a Toothpick? Cry hem, pluck up thy heart man? what, a polling shaving Squire, and struck dead with a woman? Faith, what wouldst thou do now but for a kiss of her hand. No more believe it: why, 'tis nothing man; Only, it asks some seriousness and Art, By which to move the King, and gain belief. Spoke Like a noble Servant. In the name Of goodness and of good men; what hand dare Be raised against his Sovereign? Gracious Sir, Let not your rage abuse you; there's none here That your word cannot slaughter. Wonderful. By my Hope's; If it be false, 'tis strangely counterfeit; The Slave that did it had a cunning hand, And near acquaintance with you: but, deer Sir, It shall be gracious in you to conceive The best of these misfortunes: who, that knows The world, knows not her mischiefs; and how Slaves Are ever casting Mines up; for my partly, (Though there's no likelihood) I will suppose, This is, and may be counterfeit. In my thoughts This is a noble motion; hear them Sir. 'Sfoot, you're too earnest, and will spoil us all; Beg with a scurvy cold Parenthesis. Sir, (though I know; in this case, minutes are Irrecoverable losses) yet, you may (If't please you) grant them their Petition. This was well contrived. Oh, mighty Sir, You have done Justice bravely, on your head Depends so many heads, and on your life The lives of such abundance; that, beleeu't, Acts and Consents must not alone be feared; But Words and Thoughts; nay very Visions, In this case must be punished: Ancient times, (For Princes safeties) made our Dreams our Crimes. Gracious Sir. No, sweet Aunt; Nor in my flight will leave you, could I shoot Through Heaven, as through the air; yet would I bear Thy goodness ever with me: how ere I rise, 'Tis you alone shall rule Jerusalem. So have I: The Kings death and her own; till that be done, Nothing is perfect; half way is but run. Would! who's this? the noble Pheroas? What chance makes my deer Uncle droop thus? Do not give way to your discontentment. Come, no more W'are partners in your sorrows; and how ere The King does yet smile on us, we know well The word of any Peasant hath full power To turn us topsy turuy. Hark how the Mou ebanke sets out his beware. Peace for shame, Have Charity before you; hark, observe. How now Achitophel; what's this curious drug You make such boast of; may not I question it? Not any? Go to, y are a mad knave: but come Achitophel, How prize you this rich Jewel? If't be fit Only for Kings; 'tis for Antipater. Once I'll prove mad for my private pleasure, There's your price; give me the I ell; Now it's bought & sold, you may discontent ose the full perfection. 'Tis enough; Go, and as Art produces things Like these, Let me hear from you. Oh, I understand you, go, there's gold. Now my best Aunt and Uncle, see you this; Heeres but a little substance; yet a strength Able to bear a Kingdom every way: This shall bring safety to us, and conduct Hered the way to Heaven: Uncle you Shall take it to your keeping; and as I Direct you by my Letters, so employ it; How ere storms yet hang over us, you shall find, I have a Deity can calm the wind. Me thinks (as in a Mirror) still I see Augustus dealing yellow Arabian gold Amongst the vulgar, in Antipaters name; So lovely were his looks, so Angel-like his words The very thought strikes m into a Rapture: Oh, I could laugh my self breathless in conceit, To think on those fair honours we received. How now; what Motion-mongers are these? 'Sdeath, what mean they? Do they make me a Bachelor Cuckond? But that I would know the intent, I could be very angry: but I'll not mind they. Would, noble Animis; what, gone so soon? Noble Hillus. Would! whats that? strange entertainment: you're undone: Whom should this be; for me it cannot be? No; I am a King, and 'tis a hard matter to undo a King. P sh; there's no Moral in these foolish words: Your Neck is broke; a Banquerout's Sentence. We are unlimited, both in Wealth, and State; As boundless as the Sea; freer in gift. No; 'tis not their words can breed am zement; But their strange looks, gestures, and geerings at me: Instruct me good Nirale , thou art and honest man; How shows this disrespect? strangely: doe's it not? Projects for entertainment! Well, th'are strange; And I find something troubles me. A Drop; nothing, but a Drop. True; and I find something that staggers me: I will retire my self from Court to day. Th'ast new created me: I love this Honour, That is by merit purchased: second me then; And let the worst of Fortune's fallen upon me: This G ard I'll keep; grappling this Sword, (Though walled with Pikes) I'll Beatrice my passage through; And to great Herod make my Supplication. He that fears Envy shall be sure to find it: But he securest, that the least doe's mind it. Stay, a new Onset. I, that sounds nobly; why not this before? What, betrayed; and sleeping taken? Slaves let me go, I'll to the King for Justice: Would ye caught the Lamb within the Lions Den? Cowardly wretches: Oh for my good Sword, And liberty to gratulate your Treacheries. Would, Niraleus; art thou my accuser? Have I within my bos me kept a Snake, To sting me first? Treacherous Lords, My Treasons?' gainst whom? or, by whom acted? Innocence protect me: guide me to Herod, That, to his sacred person, I may tell The Injuries Antipater does suffer: He comes; Oh happy hour: Justice; Justice Sir. Oh sacred Herod, hear thy Vassal speak: Consider what I am; thy Son: if my offences Prove prejudicial to thee; I'll lay my life As footstool to thy inercies: Oh, consider, I never was that disobedient Son, That did in any thing oppose his Father: But with a greediness, still ran to act, Ere thy Command was passed: if these Honours, These titular glories, great Augustus gave me; If these offend my Sovereign, cut them off; Raze them from off my head; and let me be Any thing, but Herods scorn; no misery Can work upon me half that troubled grief, As does one frown from those thy glorious eyes: Let not those white hairs now be stained with blood, Blood of thine own begetting; every drop In me, from thee had being; canst thou be so unkind, To cast thy self away? Oh sacred Sir, I see compassion in your tender eyes; Weeping for me, that moan your Misery's. Why 'tis well; Yet, if a man should ask this Chambers name, You would call it a Prison. Then Gentlemen I thank you; take your ease. Never till now hadst thou Antipater, True cause account with wisdom; all thy Life Ha been but sport and Tennis-play: but this, Oh this is Serio Joco, such a Game, As calls thy Life in question; nay, thy Fame; Thy Virtue, Praise, and Reputation: What art thou now? a Prisoner; that's a Slave: Nay, Slave to Slaves; slavish extremity! But now a King; but now a Castaway; Crowned, and uncrowned; and undone every way: Where's now my hellish Counsellors? my hope? My strong bewitched persuasion? Rise, Oh rise; And once more show me my deliverance: Tut, all mute and hidden; 'tis the Devils trick Sill to forsake men in their misery; And I am pleased they do so: let none share Either in my downfall, or welfare. Keeper, welcome: what news hath ill luck now? Would, callest thou that ill news? What, is he dead? Thou dost not mock my Fortune; prithee speak, Speak, and speak freely; thou hadst wont to love And joy in what did please me: say; Is the King dead indeed? Excellent, excellent; noble, happy news; Why, what heart could wish better? I am traunc't And rapt with admiration; why, I knew Fortune durst not forsake me: now he's dead, I may say, as the Devil says, all's mine: My Hope's, my thoughts, my wishes; prithee joy Do not too much overcome me: once again, Say, is he dead? is Herod vanished? Why, 'tis true; Exceeding true; who, but Antipater: Hath not Augustus chosen me? set the Crown Here? here, my Animis? hath not public Room Stiled me the King of ludam? is there left Any of Casmonani; or the Seed Which they do call the holy Israel? No, I have sent them packing; th'are as dead As Herod and my fears are: Oh, my Joys, How nimble have you made me! To behold The Hangman hang himself; would it not please Those that stood near the Gallows: by my Life, (Which this sweet news hath lengthened) had I seen The Old man kill himself; I think I should Have burst my sides with laughing: Come, let's go; I'll have the Crown imediately. Unto the Court, the City, any where; Whither my pleasure leads me. How; not that Commission? 'Sfoot, dare any heart Harbour a thought against me? Come, th'art wise; Open thy Doors unto me; I have power That knows, and can requited thee; by this hand, If thou withstandest my purpose; look to be Despised and wretched. Not to have you dispute my sufferance: Come will you let me go? Expect a damned mischief. You will not let me go then? Pox of your purity, your Gingerbread, And nice, safe reservations: but, since force Makes me obey you; go, away, be gone; Fly as thou lookest for favour. Oh, what a thing is Man! how quickly made And marred, and yet again reedified, All with a breath; to make us know, in Kings, Consists the great work of Creation: Why, I was lost but now; and now again, Am found as great as ever; thus can Fate Change and rechange at pleasure; he that would Have killed, is killed in killing: foolish Fiends, You are deceived to leave me; I shall live To make you bound to mine Iniquity; Indeed I shall; and make Posterity Cite only my example; then (my Soul) Fit, and sleep out thy dangers. Hold, Oh hold; whither is courage vanished? Pox of fears, And Dreams imaginations: shall I turn Coward while I am sleeping? No, I'll laugh Even in my Grave, at all my Villames: Yes, in despite of thee, and thee, and both Your damned base Bravadoes: would, would, would; My Mountebanke and S Zany! How can Hell Spare such neat skipping Rascals? What, my fine Neat shaving amorous Barber! See, I dare Face, and outface ye all; I Death himself; For, none of you, but died most worthily. Would, I am now transfigured: stand away; Accuse me not you blessed Innocents: Oh, you do break my breast up, tear my Soul; And burn Offence to and Anatomy: I know my mischief slew you; give me leave, And I'll become both Priest and Sacrifice: They will not have mine Offering: see, th'are gone; And I am only fooled with Visions. Fit, and sleep out Phantasmas. It shall be so; these Visions are to me, Like Old-wiues Tales, or Dreams of Goblins; And shall pass Like them, scorned and jested at: Why, what to me is Conscience? if I could Neglect it in my whole Course; shall I now Now when the Goal is got, stand afraid Of such poor moral Shadows? No, 'tis here, Hardened by Hell and Custom which shall keep And outface all such Battery: I'm my self, A King, a royal King; and that deer Joy Shall bury all Offences: Herod's dead; And in his Grave, sleep my distemperance. Would, what's that? Oh 'tis a Rend most ready; Tears in me Are Like Showers in the Spring time, ever black; But never far from Sunshine: Come, I have A longing heart and busy thoughts, which knows There's much to do in little time: away: I long to meet my glory; never hour Was Crowned with better fate, or stronger power. No, let them throng about me; and behold Their glory, and Redeemer, Would; what's this? a Vision? tall Prodigy: the King is living: Oh, I'm lost Passed hope, and passed imagination; by his side The Emperor Augustus: then I see, There is no way, but to destruction. Gracious Sir. Yet, my Lord, Hear mine unfeigned Answer. Sir, Oh Sir; Think that you are a Father. Is there no mercy? Then farewell Hope for ever; welcome Death; I, that have made thee as mine Instrument, Will make thee my Companion; and, I thus Ascend and come to meet thee: Here I am A Monarch over all that look on me, And do despise what all you tremble at: Sir, it is true, I meant your Tragedy; Did quite root out you Issue; and if life Had held, would have wipte out your Memory: This I confess; and to this had no help; But mine ill thoughts and wicked Salumiths. Sir, she was. Fear me not; I am as swift in my desire of death, As you are in your longings: Come, thou friend To great men's Fears, and poor men's Misery's, Strike, and strike home with boldness; here's a Life Thy steel may quench, not conquer; for the thought Exceeds all mortal Imitation: Greatness grew in my Cradle; with my Blood, It fed to mature ripeness; on my Grave, It shall, to all the Ages of the World, Live in eternal dreadful Epitaphs: This service men shall do me; and my name Remain a Bugbear to Ambition. Come; I am now prepared. What to thy vildness? Slave, I'll stand as high And strong as is a Mountain; strike, or perish. Pox of your form in these extremities. What art thou there, poor tortured Wickedness? And dost thou waft me to thee? Then, I come; I stoop, I fallen, I will do any thing; me as Destiny: Oh stay, My quick Soul shall oretake thee: for, but we, Never two reached the height of Villainy. Strike, Oh strike. Is this the diligence your duty shows, To run this slothful pace? By all I love, You're worthy of blame in high terms. I but awake the duty which you owe Unto your King and Country; when that moves, Children are strangers, Father's are unknown, And where our Princes health is questioned, The lives we either borrow or do lend Must be forgotten and made ridiculous: You understand me, go, dispatch, away. Oh the Devil! This was your hackney pace Not a word; It's death outface this lightning. Madam, Amen; With that prayer I'll join ever, and invoke Prosperity to guard them;—but (in heart) Wish that damnation, Like a Thunderbolt, Would Beatrice them into cinders. Unhappy chance. And if I shrink, make me a weathercock. 'Tis resolved; And I'll be first to show obedience. Sir, betwixt my Princely Brother's and my self, I've made a match of Swimming, if you please But to allow the Contract. That I and th'high Priest Aristobulus, Will swim more swift, more comely, and more ways, Then can my Princely Brother's. Note you that Salumith? Are they not kissing Madam? Awaken Madam, they are vanished. Good, let my love persuade thee; do not buze Such foul things in his ears; his Majesty Is too much moved already. I am gone. Yet Sir, beleeu't; the Majesty which strikes Against contempt shall never recover it. Has Nature stamped me with Deformity? Am I of late transformed? Am I the Owl So lately made, for Birds to wonder at? Is't so? I think I am my self; I have my Voice, My Legs, my Hands, my Head, Face, Eyes and Nose; I'm disproportioned no way that I know of: Then why do these Wood-cracks wonder at me? I could be naturally vexed, and have good cause for't: But I'll be patient, walk, observe: here comes a friend. Oh Herod, Kingly Father. Name it truth; Do not abuse a thing so excellent: And now he's dead; who thinkest thou is the King? Oh Niraleus; so liberal was the royal breasted Casar, As far exceeds all thought or joust expression. When he established me Judea's King, His bounty did so far extend it self, That even his Court appeared a Paradise; The People Like so many Demi-Kings; Himself, the great Vicegerent over them all. Sir, I can vanish quickly; yet, behold, Here's one can save y labour. Doubt us not. Questionless, so talks Rumour.