SALUMITH

Subtle plots. Pa er tongues, That may discover strange dissemblers. Nay 'tis more; A tempting of your fortune. Yes. it hath pinched her on the petticoat. Yes, 'tis Sorcery. Yes; may poison flow between them. Not from mine outrage, that shall Like a storm Follow them and confound them; I will make The world in blood, text down my crumb ltie. I'll be revenged; by all my Hope's I will, Highly and deeply; shallow fool, no more; Still waters drown, the shallow do but roar. Sure they'll burst, if this strong Cholic hold them. And why to scold, proud Madame? Tut, pride loves not to distinguish: goodly Lord, not so much as how do you forsooth; (every foolish City's zens salutation;) nor hail to the Sister of my Lord the King, (every Court-Coxecombes Congee;) nor save you sweet Lady, (Fools and Physicians Orisons) Come I could Make you run doglike back, and from the ground Lick up the filth you uttered. Yes, and you Leave virtue where you found it; hark you Queen, You are chafed, and most incontinent. His picture lies within you; pluck it out, And let your false heart follow. Vengeance upon such sufferance. Old Beldame. Marry mew. Yes, and cry vengeance for it; wicked one, There's wier whips in making, and I know Furies will soundly lash you; you, and you; Both are m rkt out to perish; faith you are. Yes, 'tis fit; Lust still must flatter falsehood. Call me not Wife; The found of death hath far more Music in it: Wife? Oh, my fate! Wife unto such a Lecher? I'll be no Salumith of thine, ther'es your Love; She whom you foster in her insolences; She's your Salumith: Oh crudulous women, How easily are you gulled, with a seducing kiss! A fair word makes the Devil seem a Saint; But I'll be revenged, and in so strange a course As never woman took. D'yee perpetrate my goodness? There's your Salumith. So will I; I'm armed with able mischief. Yes; and all I fear too weak to draw them: Royal Sir, you are abused in your credulity; It is not grief but malice, bitter spleen, And anger I may call Treason, which keeps back These two from noble duties: Sir, they say You do usurp, and are a Murderer, And teach all yours to murder; that you are No lawful King of Israel; but a Greek Descended basely; drawn from polluted blood: Profane, unholy; nay, (indeed) what not That Rancour can imagine? Sir, I fear Your life is plotted on; a wrath Like theirs, So loud, so public, nay so impudent; Is not without assistance. Desperate things. Things which may shake your foothold; for, I fear The Queen is turned and Asp's, and will spread Her fatal poison over you; if you dote, The Lethargy will kill you: Sir, 'tis said, Nay, will be proved she is incontinent. With him I blush to mention; Joseph Sir, Joseph my Husband wrongs you. Do not give truth that title; for you know, It will be proved by many witnesses. Yes, and her Daughters sullenness. But I'll bring Fuel that shall inflame it. Doubt me not. Great Sir, with confidence as full of Truth, As they are full of Treason; I aver, These, in your absence, have abused your bed, With most incestuous foul Adultery. Let it come, If I speak ought unjustly; all my words, My blood and oath shall seal to. A Tempest never looked for. You must take my directions. Thou shalt inform his Majesty; his Sons hired thee, when his Highness should approach to view the buildings, by seeming chance to throw some stone upon him, which might crush him to pieces. Do this and thou shalt gain by't. No matter. Do, and live rich and happy; hold, there's gold. And what's become of Liberality? That art deceived her hand is ever open, And to desert she S free; behold else. You shall have more, e pour it on in showers; perform but my commandments. Hark your eam es. About it then; be constant wary and you're for unate. Away then. Thus catch we hearts with gold; thus Spiders can Poison poor Flies, and kill the innocent man. Why, Princely Nephew, I've no cause to fear. Yes, and you; The High-Priests death, and Marriams Tragedy, Will be objected against you. Yet so far Beyond them, I'll not fear them; here's my hand, I've marked them for destruction: since our fates Have equal danger; 'tis no reason but They do enjoy Like triumph; once again, Believe it, they are sinking. Peace, no more; here comes mine Instrument. The same, observe him. Oh 'tis a piece of strange Idolatry. Nay, yowl spoil all, if you interrupt him. Not every where good Triphon, some place still Must be reserved for other purposes. Well proceed; What, at a stand? has true love God the power, To strike dumb such a nimble wit? Nothing so, he does but mock, he loves not Salumith. Spoke Like a daring servant; hark thine ear; Do this and have thy wishes. Sir, you shall; 'tis there, pay your devotion. Nephew, true; Let him and's follies wrestle; from their birth We will bring out our safeties; Villains, we know Are sometime Stilts, on which great men must go. Oh my Lord, 'Tis a becoming Justice; hear them speak. 'Tis not so; Nephews, deer Nephews, Throw at his Highness feet, these ill becoming weapons; In this case, they do not guard but hurt you. I am struck dumb with wonder; I should swear This were your own hands Nephews. And so will I. It will renown your patience; Sacred Sir, Let me beg for my Nephews; you have said You took delight to hear me; hear me now. And act worth imitation. Heeresa b ave change, sweet Nephew; can you fly Above the pit you play in? No, 'tis Antipater; go, be fortunate: I've other plots in working. Say not so; You may find reparation. Sensibly, And fear, and will prevent it. How prove you Physicians the best members? Th'art excellent in all things; keep thy way What we admire, that we must obey. Sir, I beseech you, for your royal health, And for the Kingdoms safety, you'll be pleased To hear this E such speak; and howsoever Yaue vowed no more to hear Conspiracies: Yet Sir, in this regard him; and admit, He may make known what may endanger you. Belonging to Alexandra. Sir, 'twill be A royal Justice in you: who not knows The Lybian Lyons never dare approach The walls whereon their spoils hang; Wolves we see Fly from the found of those Drums, which we know Are headed with their own Skins: Sir, beleeu't, Severity brings safety. It a strange desperate hazard. Madam, do; It will be too apparent, trust the King; I'll sue and beg your safety. Mischief on mischief, How came she by that knowledge? What not intend it? Blushless impudence! Villain, th'art damned for that discovery. Why fool? But thou dost, and it will damn thee.