CHRYSAPIUS

Will you hear her case, and dispatch her in your Chamber? I'll undertake to bring her. Ther's some hope in this yet. Mark his attention. We that by The nearness of our service to his person, Should raise this man, or pull down that, without Her licence hardly dare prefer a suit, Or if we do, it's crossed. The pale faced Moon that should Govern the night, usurp the rule of day, And still is at the full in spite of nature, And will not know a change. Her proud fe to even wearied With the kisses of petitioners. Your will and aculties kept in more awe, Then she can do er own You are built up By the curious hand of nature to revive The memo j of Alexander, or by A prosperous success in your brave actions To rival Caesar. The Firmament Hath not more stars then there are several beauty Ambitious at the height to impart their deer, And sweetest favours to you. With our faces thus glewd to the earth, we beg Your gracious pardon. To your rest: Your majesty Hath joust cause of distaste, and your resentment Of the affront in the point of honour cannot But meet a fair construction. Under correction, With grief I have long observed it, and if you Stand pleased to sign my warrant I'll deliver In my unfeigned ze le, and desire to serve you, (Howere I run the hazard of my head fort Should it arrive at the knowledge of the Princess,) Not alone, the reasons why things are thus carried, But give into your hands the power to clip The wings of her command. Be you pleased to know then But still with pardon, if I am too bold, Your too much sufferance imps the broken feather Which carry her to this proud height, in which She with security, soars, and still towers over you, But if you would employ the strengths you hold In the Emperors affections, and remember The orb you move in should admit no star else, You never would confess the managing Of state affairs to her alone are proper, And you fit by a looker on, Nay it's most certain: whereas would you please In a true glass to look upon your self, And view without detraction your own merits Which all men wonder at; you would find that fate, Without a second cause, appointed you To the supremest honour. For the Princess She hath reigned long enough, and her remove Will make your entrance free to the possession Of what you were born to, & but once resolve To built upon her ruins, leave the engines Than must be used to undermine her greatness To my provision. Is this all? Will the Physic that I ministered work no further? I have played the fool, and leaving a calm po to Embarked my self on a rough sea of danger. In her silence lies my safety, which how can I Hope from a woman? but the die is thrown, And I must stand the hazard. A perilous knave. ARE you not tired Sir? I never saw him moved thus. Hope deer Madam, And yield not to despair, I am still your servant, And never will forsake you; though a while You leave the court, and city, and give way To the violent passion of the Emperor. Repentance in his want of you will soon find him. In the m ane time I'll dispose of you, and omit No oppor unity that may invite him To see his error. Forbear for heavens sake: Not any Madam; Like a Numidian Lion, by the cunning Of the desperate huntsman taken in a toil, And forced into a spacious cage, he walks About his chamber, we might hear him gnash His teeth in rage, which opened, hollow groan And murmurs issued from his lips, Like winds Imprisoned in the caverns of the earth Striving for liberty; and sometime throwing His body on his bed, then on the ground, And with such violence, that we more then feared And still do, if the tempest of his passion By your wisdom be not laid, he will commit Some outrage on himself. Could I gain The freedom of access, I would present him With this petition. Will your highness please, A paper de livered. To look upon it. You will soon find there What my intents, and Hope's are. Enter Theod. And it's Impaired, if you yield to it. The good Paulinus guiltless. For your Majesties peace I more then hope they were not; the false oath Took by the Empress, and for which she can Plead no excuse, convicted her, and yield A sure defence for your suspicion of her. And yet to be resolved, since strong doubts are More grievous for the most partly, then to know A certain lose. It's offered to you, If you please to embrace it. Some few minutes Make truce with passion, and but read, and follow What's there projected, you shall find a key, Will make your entrance easy to discover Her secret thoughts, and then, as in your wisdom You shall think fit, you may determine of her, And rest confirmed, whither Paulinus died A villain or a Martyr. I am glad yet, that He dares look on a Woman. How hath he commenced Doctor in this so sweet and secret art, Without our knowledge? But the vexed Empress frowns Presaged a second storm. In this The sweetness of your temper does abuse you, And you call that a benefit to your self Which she for her own ends conferred upon you. It's yielded she gave way to your advancement: But for what cause? that she might still continue Her absolute sway, and swing over the whole state, And that she might to her admirers vaunt, The Empress was her creature, and the giver To be preferred before the gift. That resolution which grows cold to day, Will freeze to morrow. Let us put on sad aspects To draw him on; charge home, weel fetch you off, Or lie dead by you. It's the maid I offered to your highness, her changed shape Concealed her from you: Would! now I view her better, I know her; it's the maid that not long since Was a petitioner; her bravery So alters her, I had forgotten her face. Make use of her learning And beauty together, on my life she will be proud To be so converted. Will you ever Be awed thus Like a Boy?