SAGO

Lieutenant let good Discipline be used In quartering of our Troops within the City, Not separated into many streets, That shows weak love, but not found policy. Division in small numbers makes all weak, Forces united are the nerves of war, Mother and nurse of observation. Whose rare ingenious spright, fills all the world By looking on it self with piercing eyes, Will look through strangers imbecilities: Therefore be careful. What rarity of women feeds my sighed, And leads my senses in a maze of wonder? Sees her Bellona, thou Wertenberg my mistress till I saw that shape But now my sword, I'll consecrate to her, Leave Mars and become Cupid's Martialist, Beauty can turn the rugged face of war, And make him smile upon delightful peace, Courting her smoothly Like a femallist, I grow a slave unto my potent love, Whose power change hearts, make our fate remove. Me thinks 'twere joy to die at her command, I'll speak to hear her speech, whose powerful breath, Is able to infuse life into death. Lady, think bold intrusion courtesy, 'Tis but imagination alters them, Then it's your thoughts, not I, that do offend. Why then Divinest woman, know my soul Is dedicated to thy shrine of beauty, To pray for mercy, and repent the wrongs Done against love, and female purity. Thou abstract drawn from nature's empty storehouse, I am thy slave, command my sword, my heart The soul is tried best by the bodies smart. Perils that that never mortal durst approve. I'll double all the works of Hercules, Expose my self in combat against and Host, Meet danger in a place of certain death, Yet never shrink, or give way to my Fate; Bare-breasted meet the murderous Tartars dart, Or any fatal Engine made for death: Such power ha love and beauty from your eyes, He that die resolute, does never die: It's fear gives death his strength, which I resisted, Death is but empty Air, the Fates have twisted. Then ask me if I dare embrace you thus, Or kiss your hand, or gaze on your bright eye, Where Cupid dances, on those globes of love, Fear is my vassal, when I frown he flies, A hundred times in life, a coward die. To gain your love, my father's blood I'll spill. My whole endeavour to your wish shall bow. I am your plague to scourge your enemies. Relate your grief, I long to hear their names, Whose bastard spirits, thy true worth defames: I'll wash thy scandal off, when their hearts bleeds, Valour makes difference betwixt words and deeds. Tell thy fame's poison, blood shall wash thee white, Ignoble villains, their best blood shall prove, Revenge falls heavy, that is raised by love. By the white soul of honour, by heavens Jove: They die if their death can attain your love. I am immortal, Oh divinest creature: Thou dost excel the Gods, in wit and feature. False Counts you die, revenge now shakes his rods: Beauty condemns you, stronger then the Gods. My senses are entranced, and in this slumber, I taste heavens joys, but cannot count the number. Ex. Ambo. Day was my night, and night must be my day: The sun shined on my pleasure, with my lone, And darkness must lend aid to my revenge, The stage of heaven, is hung with solemn black, A time best fitting, to Act Tragedies, The nights great Queen, that maiden governess Musters black clouds, to hide her from the world, Afraid to look on my bold enterprise. Cursed creatures messengers of death, possess the world, Night-ravens, scritch-owls, and vote-killing Mandrakes, The ghosts of misers, that imprisoned gold, Within the harmless bowels of the earth, Are nights companions: bawds to lust and murder, Be all propitious to my Act of justice: Upon the scandalizers of her fame, That is the lifeblood of deliciousness Deemed Isabella, Cupid's Treasurer. Whose soul contains the richest gifts of love: Her beauty from my heart, fear does expel; They relish pleasure best, that dread not hell. Who's there? Enter Count Rogero. Count Rogero, speak, I am the watch. Yes slanderous villain, nurse of Obloquy, Whose poisoned breath, ha speckled clear faced virtue, And made a Leper of Isabella's fame, That is as spotless, as the eye of heaven. Thy vital threads a cutting, start not slave, He's sure of sudden death, heaven cannot save. Oh that I were, then would I stab my self, For he is marked for death, as well as thee: I am Done Sago thy mortal enemy, Whose hand love makes thy executioner. And this the crown of all my Actions, To purge the earth, of such a man turned monster. My rage is joust, and thy heart blood shall know, He that wrongs beauty, must be honours foe: Isabels quarrel, arms the Spaniards spirit. He's wars best scholar, can with safety kill. Take this to night, now meet with me to morrow, Shoots. I come Isabella, half thy hate is dead, Valour makes murder light, which fear makes dead. I have not spoiled his face, you may know his visnomy. What needs this strife? Know slaves, I prize revenge above my life. Fame's register to future times shall tell That by Done Sago, Count Rogero fell. Exeunt omnes. By this fresh blood, that from thy manly breast, I cowardly sluct out, I would in hell, From this sad minute, still the day of doom: To reinspire vain Aesculapius. And fill these crimson conduits, feel the fire Endue to the damned, and this horrid fact Oh cease to weep in blood, or teach me too, The bubbling wounds, do murmur for revenge: This is the end of lust, where men may see, Murders the shadow of Adultery: And follows it to death. Medina, I thank thee not, give life to him, That sits with Risus, and the full cheeked Bacchus, The rich and mighty Monarchs of the earth, To me life is ten times more terrible, Then death can be to me, Oh break my breast: Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart the several torments dwell. What Tanais, Nilus? or what Tioris swift? What Rhenus ferier then the Cataract? Although Neptolis cold, the waves of all the northern sea, Should flow for ever, through these guilty hands, Yet the sanguinolent stain would extant be. Amen, Amen.