MULEASSES

Eternal substitute to the first that moved And gave the Chaos form. Thou at whose nod Whole Nations stooped, and hold thee still a God: Whose holy-customd-ceremonious rites, Live unprofaned in our posterity: Thou God of Mecha, mighty Mahomet Thus Mulleasses at thy memory Descends: accept his prove humility, Great Prophet: let thy influence be free Unchecked by danger: mew not up my soul, In the penned room of conscience: Make me not moral Mahomet, coopt up And fettered in the fools philosophy, That points our actions unto honesty. Give my plots fortune: let my hope but touch The mark I aim at: then the gazing time Shall in the present hide my former ill Success Like I the to he souls in bliss Makes men forget things passed and crowns our sins With name of valour, be we impious. A Scelus felix styles us virtuous. What devil interrupts m? Your duty is too diligent that dares P ere into my retreats: now should I kill thee. Age and diseases breed consumptions And rot him. What craves he? I have instant business whose high import Detains my speed: know you the matter? What heavens? what terror? Make that eclipse eternal Mahomet. Rise, rise you mistie-footed Jades of night, Draw your dark mistress with her sable vail, Like a black Negro in and Ebone chair, Athwart the woe lds eye: from your foggy breathes Hurl and Egyptian grossness through the air, That none may see my plots: Hast any greater news? What business of import? My loved deer Lady. Fair as the morning Attractive Sunshine: all affections moving. Divinest fair to whom all hearts should bow. Yet graced with heavenly virtue, it seems divine True star on earth: Hell to my love: Borgias I'll prevent you. You are a woman Lady, and will change: The Protector's at a nonsuit in his love, How now my Lord? Unthriftily Like yours: we are no Venus darlings, No delight for women: she cannot love. Be these the precepts Christians give their children? That were too violent: things done for state, Must carry for me, and with and outward gloss, Varnish and cover what would else seem gross, Should they be murdered in their beds, or die, Having your promise for their guard: offence Could have no safety but in violence. No let them sleep secure, and this nights safety Will make them fearless, easy to be trapped In a more cunning net. To morrow at a banquet they shall drink A drug, whose working in their breast shall sleep Twice fifteen days, until their absence hence May give you colour from suspicion. But then dissolving Like a fire that's hid, Spreading a burning poison through the blood, It scalds the heart, and through the body runs: Turns to a hight quotidian and, does lose Although of poison in a mad disease: So dying, no impute can touch your name: Things are undone that are unspoke by fame. BE pleased you powers of might, and bout me skip Your antic measures: Like to coal black moors, Dancing their igh La oltos to the Sun Circle me round: and in the amid I'll stand And crack my sides with laughter at your sports. O my Hope's fat me: nor shall time grow old, Or weary with attending my success. One night shall crown me happy: Borgias wife Appears unto the Dukes for Ju jas ghost, To breed suspit on in them of her murder, So that if Borgias chau ce survive this night (As he must die if all my plots him S right) The Dukes to morrow when the Senate sits May prove what isle affirm against his life. Nor to redeem his sa ety shall he bring The Lady to disprove what we aver. Here will I cease, and in some strange disguise Keep till my growing faction be of force To second my ambition for the crown. If I plot well fair Amada must die, And by her mother's hand: she must not live To speak her father's wrongs. Timoclea Thou, thou art next: I took thee from thy graven Not for the love I boar Timoclea, But to suck from thy use the sweets of love I boar to Julia : it love and state. ave thee this time of life to str ngth my fate: But blab not: silence tongue: she comes. Heavenly creation, beauty's abstract, nature's wonder. I am not sportful: You are importunate. Oh you strong power of superstitious faith It reigns on fools: that men of wit and state, Men that Like Eagles climb to be above, And shroud themselves between the knees of Jou Should be struke down by apparitions. No, for thou hast killed my love Amada: And now thy husbands blood bids me beware Of some new lust and third adulterer: Such is your love to me. Hence with thy Serpent twines. Syren mine ears are stopped I will not hear thee. Be dumb and leave me. I am at last freed of my lustful love, My hope is yet despair will arm her hands To her own death, and save my sword a labour: If not, 'tis but the taking back of what I gave, And send her once again into her graven. Now for my Julia, she is the main of all, Her will I cease and keep, until the Fleet Now under sail for Florence be arrived, From the grand Signior sent to make me strong, And get command upon the straights: how soere It promised Borgias to make strong his partly, Against the Dukes: she being had, My title's firm for Florence, their claim's bade. Eunuch. Now unto Julia, on her lies my state, If she consents: why so: if not I know Death and command makes women's hearts to bow. Exit We lose all pleasure that we do not know Then Like Pandora view those heavenly gifts. The Gods have decked thee with: See but thy self And taste more pleasure from thy proper good Then from the full horn of the Protean flood: Elisium is in thee, and I implore— Could I out- king those Sire's Julia, Or were my voice as tuneful as that harp That now vies music with the harmonious orbs, To which each learned Sister nailed a star, Thou mightest with safety hear me: thy Uncle's love Cold as the white head of the Apennine feels not my fire: ambition of rule Tu nes all the heat is left in him to incest. If thy warm blood (that dallies in thy veins, And through thy flesh Like wanton riuile S plays) Desires with Nyle to rise above her banks, And vent in pleasure on the neighbouring plains; A carpet richer then the breast of Tempe, Or Tagus yellow channel, shall be spread And pr st with Julia's weight. Nor the blue Sea-god when in storms he treads On pea less as Orient as the rising East, For which the toiling Negro dives in vain, Are boasted of such wealth: thy bed as oft As down feathers plucked from Leda's swan's, Shall yield unto thy dalliance, A hundred boys Like winged Cherubins As fair as Psiches love shall— Be gentle Madam. And I a lovers smoothness: your Uncles dead His power is mine, and you must go. Deam h of my hope the Court is up. Death had be kind in her: with her I might Under the cool shades of Elisium Played before Pluto and made Proserpine As jealous as Juno of my love— But since I must not Illusive air, false shape of Borgias, Could thy vain shadow work a fear in him That Like and Atlas underwent the earth When with a firm and constant eye he saw Hells fifty headed Porter: thus I'de prove Thy apparition idle:— runs at Borgias. For love of me killed her own child Thy daughter Amada. By thee before thought dead I took her from the hearse of Julia, When in the habit of a murdered ghost, This night she appeared to the Duke, to breed Suspect in them of thee, and arm their hate Unto my plotted faction. He hat speaks life Timoclea. Such power I challenge Lady in my voice, To wake you from your graven. In your graven. Be not amazed madame: you are safe. Take time to your amazement: know where you are 'Tis Mulleasses speaks to you: him you once lou`worser: 'Tis not now time to fear. Give your self, to me and on those rites Endue to the sweets of love, here is no danger. See where you are, know you this place? And these the Tropheyes of your Ancestors. This is the buriail common to your blood. Then know madame your life hath be pursued, And my self bribed to be your poisoner, But that my love turned death unto a sleep, And brought you thus alive unto your graven: My soul durst justify your innocence, But that disease that bred in Paradise, Swells Like the Presters poison in our veins (To which all men are heirs ambition) Desire to be Like God: was that corruption Gave me occasion thus to show my love On your lives safety: Your husband: start not Lady, It he that by a promise of your daughter The fairest Amada to me for wife Made my tongue say, that I would poison you: Silence deer Lady: choke all passion, And feminine complaints in thoughts of vengeance. Forget you are a woman: and be Like your wrongs Full swollen with death: let your inventive brains Carry more fate in their conception, Then Hecubas womb to Troy: my plots are yours, Are you revengeful? Then thus we seal our resolution— kiss Thus I ascend, and from proud Fortune's wheel, Pu l my own fate: forgiveness Mahomet My Hope's make me profane; and my proud thoughts Usurp above thy greatness: Apprehension? Thou that givest food unto the soul of man, The best companion to relieve the mind. What sweet suggestions of my future bliss Have I from thee? Oh I am transported Beyond the power of reason! the present time Craves a more sober temper. Madam this disguise Must carry you unknown unto my chamber Where we have much to do: release your thoughts, Give freedom to those faculties of nature, That made your sex first dare to reach at pleasure. Be proud and lustful, let ambition sway The power of Actium in you: murder and blood Are the two pillars of a Statesman's good. Exeunt. I must enjoy thee Amada : strong force of passion. Would Timoclea : thy love and pardon, I was oreborne, And carried from my self with jole thoughts Of what sad melancholy suggested in me: What comfort bringest thou? hath thy dead shape Be powerful unto fear? stood they a mazed? Their eyes Like fired stars set on thy face: Their speech abrupt and short: their hair upright? Stiff Like the quils of Porcupines? art blessed? It makes us happy: gives our hope true life. But I am restless. No I must pilgrine to a love divine. No more: Fair Amada's the saint that I adore. Exit. What, do you Christians sacrifice with flesh? Or Like the Laodiceans unto Pallas, offer The blood of virgins? Oh inhumane deed, Ungentle monster, beauteous Amada ! And yet I love thy cruelty: for this night thou must Discard the timorous pity of thy Sex: Be a Semiramis : let thy husbands death Give thy Hope's life: feed, feed upon his blood, And let thy veins swell: now he prepares to bed Be thine own ghost: and Like the apparition Of his be eeu'd-dead wife call for revenge: Incite his timorous conscience to despair, Speak of damnanion: let one word contain A hell of torments. But time slides. Much ere the morning riseth must be done, I'll bear this body hence: would would would, Oh now me thinks I gin outreach my self, Now Like some huge Collossus cold I strut, And stride that Oak of Mahomet : that bears up The ponderous centre: whose divided horns Measuring the passing of a thousand years, Touch at both Polls, and toss the massy ball: Makes mountains nod and curled Cedars reel On Syrian Lybanus. But soft me thinks I hear within o o Some mutinous and distracted tumult. Pursue his fear to some effect of death, While I Like stars that spread their sparkling fires Beyond and usual light foreshow a tempest Of the whole state of Florence. Amadas removed Her near alliance unto Julia's blood, Shall not distaste my Hope's: Timocleas fear Works death on Borgias : up Mulleasses Fit Like Saturnus on the highest orb, And let stargazing wizards from thy fear, Buzz sad Astrology in the peoples ear. O now me thinks a Chorus all of Angels Clad with the Sun and crowned with golden stars, Should make more heavenly music at thy fallen Then all the Spheres that dance about the ball: Now should they poetize in verse for joy, And outsing Homer in the fallen of Troy. Come ther's no pleasure in you: You're a lustful time sp nt murderous strumpet, The prostitution of your known Bordellos, Where every itching lecher ents his blood, Is not so loathsome. See you this body? Convey it to his bed there let it lie, The murder I'll transport upon the Dukes, Or on some treason by their means contrived: See it be done. Lady. You urge me unto violence come to my chamber. Silence or thou diest. Julia and Mulleasses found Venitian Prevented at the point of happiness: And Like Cephalus kill thine own Procris. Why stop you in your courses short breathed Christians? Nail us together. Now me thinks I stand L k a pro worser Lion with a richer prize Then N ssus would have stolen from Hercules And dare your envies: my deam h unto your state S albe as ominous as his poisoned shirt: Your false Protec or's dead: e mocked your griefs And made you we pe at Julia's f nerall, Who e hope I underwrought, and now had worn The wreathe of Florence: Love and ambition, Kindled my cold brain from their mutual heat Sprung my aspiring aim: nor shall it sink But in the deam h of Julia : since I cannot Quench my hight Thy st of Lust, and cool the heat That hotter then the coals of Partam Burn in my liver: Like the snowy Dragon, Tangling the El phant in his snarled orbs: I'll die in the pursuit of my desire, And mix our bloods in death to sat my fire, Death double thy feared force, and it some form Affright pale Hecate darken the Moon, I Like the Sun, backed on arcadian beast, When in his burning progress he did sing Adonis gardens: from my souls fair light Chase cloudy fear: and Like Thetis son, When he was oynted with Ambrosia Am more then fire-proofe: lives Julia yet? Hah, Borgias : Would would, would: climb high my mounting spirit And when thou hast aspird to thy full hight Like a Collossus on a base of clouds Stand and applaud thy Fortune's: Borgias Should the Cecropian thief stretch my torn flesh Racked on his bed of steel: if on Caucasus My growing liver were exposed a prey To ravening Praetors: I would still laugh To see thee Like a falling Pinetree reel In a rough tempest. Stoop down thou Lydian mount, bend thy cold head And hide it in thy brackish father's waves That as thou shrinkest, thy starry load may nod At Mulleasses fallen: or ever shroud Those joyful bonfires in a mourning cloud. moritur. Perhaps 'tis thirsty for the blood of Princes, Blaze out prodigious star, and let the fire Dart soul amazing terror to all eyes: Be Like the Basilisk fatal to behold: I'll fat the slimy earth more then the plague, And from her bosom send the blood of Kings Styled into oily vapours & born on high, To expiate those flames that else would die. That I will see him presently, be gone: Borgias, Thou art no tutord Pollitition Exit Eunuc: To lay another in thy bosom. Know a stat -villain must be Like the wind, That flies unseen yet life S and Ocean, Into a mountains height. That on the sands Whole Navies may be split in their dissent. I stand above thee, and as from a rock Whose eminence outswelles the raging flood, See thy Hope's shipwracked: Oh credulity, Securities blind nurse the dream of fools: The drunkards Ape, that feeling for his way Even when he thinks in his deluded sense, To snatch at safety, falls without defence. Twice hath the Nemean Lion breathed, forth fire, And made the scalded Dogge-star pant with heat. Twice the days planet through the burning signs Hurred his fiery chariot since the time I came to Florence in exchange for Julia. The son of Borgias here to learn the tongues, The fashions and the arts of Changed istendome: Now by my sly and affable intrusion I am made intimate with Borgias : He thinks my thoughts are Osiars to be wrought In any form: the Dukes (that claimed The love of Julia ) he hath deluded By a feigned rumour of a sudden death: Her he detains until he fits his time By murder of the Dukes to be secure, In his own power to dacke his marriage: Timoclea his wife (the death of all his plots If she survives) he now believes is dead Poisoned by me: in lieu of which he grants His daughter Amada to me for wife: As if my Hope's flew not as high as his: Now to secure my flight and make my wings Stronger then his that melted in the Sun, His wife Timoclea lives within this tomb Made seeming lifeless e by a sleepy juice Infused in stead of poison in her cup: Here I must wake her and in her stir up Revenge gainst Borgias. Image of death and daughter of the night, Sister to Lethe all oppressing sl epe, Thou that amongst a hundred thousand dreams Crowned with a wreathe of mandrakes sittest as Queen To whom a million of care-clogged souls, Lie quaffing juice of Poppy at thy feet, Refigne thy vsurpassion, and dislodge, Hang on the eyes of sloth and make them sleep Whose hearts are heavy, or whose sorrows weep, Give way to motion: and thou whose blood Stands in thy full veins Like a charmed flood Receive the air again: survive his hate That on thy graven again climbs high to reach his fate. First madame you must swear, By life, by love, and by that happiness Your oule assures you in the faith you hold With me, this night to prosecute revenge On your lives enemy. I would forsake a God. Worse then a Cammel in her time of lust, Cruel unto thy child: lose thy snaky arms Oh thou hast done Enough: thy resolution Like a fire, Makes my warm blood boil: Borgias. You are not pleasing.