MALEFORT

Thou searcher of men's hearts, And sure defender of the innocent, (My other crying sins, a while not looked on) If I in this am guilty strike the dead, Or by some unexpected means confirm, I am accused unjustly. My daughter Shall thank you for the favour. Provided The articles agreed on be observed, And you depart hence with it, making oath Never hereafter but as friends to touch Upon this shore. Then as you please dispose of it. 'Tis and object That I could wish removed. His sins die with him, So far he has my charity. Farewell. I am honoured. Beyond my Hope's. Much honoured Sir, And you my noble Lords, I can say only, The greatness of your favours overwhelm me, And Like too large a sail, for the small bark Of my poor merits, sinks me. That I stand Upright in your opinions, is and honour Exceeding my deserts, I having done Nothing but what in duty I stood bound to: And to expect a recompense were base, Good deeds being ever in themselves rewarded. Yet since your liberal bounties tell me that I may with your allowance be a Suitor, To you my Lord I am and humble one, And must ask that, which known, I fear you will Censure me over. bold. Thus then my Lord, Since you encourage me: You are happy in A worthy son, and all the comfort that Fortune has left me is one daughter; now If it may not appear too much presumption, To seek to match my lowness with your height, I should desire (and if I may obtain it, I write Nilultra to my largest Hope's) She may in your opinion be thought worthy To be received into your family, And married to your son: their years are equal, And their desires I think too, she is not noble, not my state contemptible, And if you think me worthy your alliance, is all I do aspire to. Welcome Girl: My joy, my comfort, my delight, my all, Why dost thou come to greet my victory such a sable habit? this showed well When thy father was a prisoner, and suspected; ut now his faith and loyalty are admired, Rather than doubted, in your outward garments You are to express the joy you feel within; Nor should you with more curiousness and care, Pace to the Temple to be made a Bride, Than now, when all men's eyes are fixed upon you, You should appear to entertain the honour From me descending to you, and in which You have and equal share. Thou art deceived, He living was a blemish to thy beauty's, But in his death gives ornament, and lustre To thy perfections, but that they are So exquisitely rare, that they admit not The least addition. H a! here yet a print Of a sad tear on thy cheek, how it takes from Our present happiness! with a father's lips, A loving father's lips, i'll kiss it off The cause no more remembered. 'Tis well considered, And yet who is the owner of a treasure, Above all value, but without offence, May glory in the glad possession of it. Nor let it in you excellence beget wonder, Or any here that looking on the daughter, I feast my self in the imagination Of those sweet pleasures, and allowed delights, I tasted from the mother, who still lives In this her perfect model, for she had Such smooth & high archd brows, such sparkling eyes Whose every glance stored Cupid's emptied quiver; Such ruby lips, and such a lovely brown, Disdaining all adulterate aids of art, Kept a perpetual spring upon her face, As death himself lamented being forced To blast it with his paleness, and if now, Her brightness dimmed with sorrow, take and please you, Think think young Lord, when she appears her self (This vail removed) in her own natural pureness How far she will transport you. No more; I do believe you, and let me from you Find so much credit, when I make her yours I do possess you of a gift, which I With much unwillingness partly from. My good Lords For bear your further trouble, give me leave, for on the sudden I am indisposd to retire to my own house, and rest. Tomorrow As you command me I will be your guessed, And having decked my daughter Like her self, You shall have farther conference. Nay I will be excused, I must partly with you My dearest Theocrine give me thy hand, I will support thee. Indeed I do, but have no farther end in it, But love and tenderness such as I may challenge And you must grant. Thou art a sweet one you And to be cherished. You meet my Lord your trouble. View her well brave Beaufort, But yet at distance, you hereafter may Make your approaches nearer, when the priest Hath made it lawful, and were not she mine, I durst aloud proclaim it. Hymen never Put on his S on coloured robe to change A barren virgin name with more good omen , Then at her nup jals, look on her again, Then tell me if she now appear the That she was yesterday. You conceive her right, And in your admiration of her sweetness, You only can deserve her; blush not girl, Thou art above his praise, or mine, nor can Obsequiou fl ery though she should use Her thousand oyldtongues to advance thy worth, Give ought (for thats impossible) but take from Thy more then humane graces, and even then When she hath spent her self with her best strength, The wrong she has done thee shall be so apparent, That losing her own servile shape and name, She will be thought detraction, but I Forget my self, and something whispers to me, I have said too much. I much wrong Your patience noble Sir, by too much hugging My proper issue, and Like the foolish crow Believe my black brood suum . Yes my good Lord, You have given us ample means to drown all cares, And yet I nourish strange thoughts, which I would Most willingly destroy Give me the bowl, since you do me the honour, I will begin it. You shall, I will not choose a foreign Queens, Nor yet our own, for that would relish of Tame flattery; nor do their height of title, Or absolute power confirm their worth and goodness, These being heavens gifts and frequently conferred On such as are beneath em; nor will I Name the king Mistress howsoever she In his esteem may carry it, but if I As wine gives liberty, may S my freedom; Not swayed this way, or that with confidence, (And I will make it good on any equal) If it must be to her, whose outward form Is bettered by the beauty of her mind, She lives not that with justice can pretend And interest to this so sacred health, But my fair daughter. He that only doubts it, I do pronounce a villain, this to her then. Now you have done her right, if there be any Worthy to second this, propose it boldly, I am your pledge. What's the mystery? Pray you reveal that. Passage? I observed none, My thoughts were elsewhere busied. Would! she is In danger to be lost, to be lost for ever, If speedily I come not to her rescue, For so my Genius tells me. Fantasies? They are truth . Where is my Theocrine? You have plotted To rob me of my Daughter bring me to her, Or I'll call down the Saints to witness for me: You are inhospitable. 'Tis confessed I did, But now pray you pardon me, and if you please Ere she deliver up her virgin fort, I would observe what is the art he uses In planting his artillery against it, She is my only care, nor must she yield But upon noble terms. At distance too, is yet well. This is somewhat too much. This is more Then I can give consent to. Her lips! A priest so ready too I must break n. Oh how my blood boils! I am ruined if I come not fairly off. Some strange invention aid me. This! yes, it must be so. 'Tis far from My humble thoughts to undervalue him I cannot prize too high. For howsoever From my own found indulgence I have sung Her praises with too prodigal a tongue, That tenderness laid by, I stand confirmed All that I fancied excellent in her B llanc'd, with what is really his own, Holds weight in no proportion. Had you observed, my Lord, With what a sweet gradation he wood, As I did punctually, you cannot blame her, Though she did listen with a greedy ear To his fair modest offers: but so great A good as then flowed to her, should have been With more deliberation entertained, And not with such haste swallowed, she shall first Consider seriously what the blessing is, And in what ample manner to give thanks for't, And then receive it. And though I shall think Short minutes years till it be perfect ed, I will defer that which I most desire, And so must she, till longing expectation, That heightens pleasure, makes her truly know Her happiness, and with what out-strea cht arms She must embrace it. Let it then begin From me, in whats mine own I'll use my will, And yield no further reason. I lay claim to The liberty of a subject. Fallen not off, But be obedient, or by the hair I'll drag thee home. Censure me as you please, I'll take my own way, Oh the inward fires That wanting vent consume me! Do you know me? I am this Captains friend. I must use Some strange persuasions to work him to Deliver her, and to forget her vowis, And horrid oaths I in my madness made him. Take to the contrary, and may I get those Once more in my possession, I will bear her Into some close cave, or desert, where we'll end Our lustest and lives together. Yes I thank my star But me thinks thou art troubled. So I hope, beware Of sad and impious thoughts, you know how far They wrought on me. My incestuous fires Towards her are quite burned out, I love her now As a father, and no further. Yes friend though she were By millions of degrees more excellent In her perfections, Nay though she could borrow A form Angel call to take my frailty It would not do, and therefore Montrevile (My chief delight next her) I come to tell thee The governor and I are reconciled, And I confirmed, and with all possible speed To make large satisfaction to young Beaufort And her whom I have so much wronged, and foe thy trouble in her custody, of which I'll now discharge thee, there is nothing in My nerve or , but shall ever be At thy devotion. Oh that I could but hope it, to revenge And injury is proper to the wishes Of feeble women, that want strength to act it: But to have power to punish, and yet pardon Peculiar to Princes, see these knees, That have been ever iffe to bend to heaven To you are supple, Is there ought beyond this That may speak my submission? or can pride (Though I well know it is a stranger to you) Desire a feast of more humility To kill her growing appetit ? His last words are niddles to me. Here the lyo force Would have proved useless and against my nature Compelled me from the Crocodile to borrow Her counterfeit , there May I but quench these fires that rage , The And fallen what can fallen, I am to is, Would! who is this? how altered! how deformed! It cannot be. And yet this creature has A kind of a resemblance to my worser ghter, My Theocrine! but as different From that she was, as bodies dead are Their best perfections, from what they were When they had life and motion. Speak Theocrine, force me not To farther question, my fears already Have choked my vital spirits. Do, do, rage on, rend open Aeolus Thy brazen prison, and let lose at once Thy stormy issue blustering Boreas, Aided with all the gales, the Pilot numbers Upon his compass, cannot raise a tempest Through the vast region of the ire, Like that I feel within me: for I am possessed With whirlwinds, and each guilty thought to me is A dreadful Hurricano; though this centre Labour to bring forth earthquake, and bell open Her wide stretched awes, and let out all her furies, They cannot add and atom to the mountain Of fears and terrors that each minute threaten To fallen on my accursed head. Would, is't fancy? Or hath hell herd me, and makes proof if I Dare stand the trial? yes, I do, and now I view these apparitions I feel, I once did know the For what come you? Are your eriall oh es deprived of language, And so denied to tell me? that by ignes You bid me ask here of my self? 'tis so And there is something here makes answer for you. You come to lance my seared up conscience? Yes, And to instruct me, that those thunderbol , That hurled me headlong from the height of glory, Wealth, honours, worldly happiness, were forged Upon the anvil of my impious wrongs And cruelty to you? I do confess it; And that my lust compelling me to make way For a second wife, I poisoned thee, and that The cause (which to the world is undiscovered) That forced thee to shake off thy filial duty To me thy father, had it's spring and source From thy impat ence to know thy mother, That with all duty, and obedience served me (For now with horror I acknowledge it) Removed unjustly: yet thou being my son, Were't not a competent judge marked out by heaven For her revenger, which thy falling by My weaker hand confirmed. 'Tis granted by thee. Can any penance expiate my gilded? Or can repentance save me? they are vanished. What's left to do then? I'll accuse my face That did not fashion me for nobler uses Or if those stars cross to me in my birth, Had not denied their prosperous influence to it With peace of conscience Like to innocent men, I might have ceased to be, and not as now, To curse my cause of being. Live I once more to see these hands and arms from? these, that often In the most dreadful horror of a fight, Have been as seamarks to teach such as were Seconds in my attempts, to steer between The rocks of too much dating, and pale fear, To reach the Port of victory? When my sword, Advanced thus, to my enemies appeared A hairy comet, threatenning death and ruin To such as durst behold it. These the legs That when our ship were grappled, carried me With such swift motion from deck to deck, As they that saw it, with amazement cried; He does not run, but flies. Now cramped with irons, Hunger, and could, they hardly do support me. ut I forget my self. Oh my good Lords That it there as my judges to determine The life and death of Malefort, where are now Those shouts, those cheerful looks, those loud applauses With which when I returned loaded with spoil You entertained your Admiral all's forgotten, And I stand here to give account for that Of which I am a free, and innocent As he that never saw the eyes of him, or whom I stand suspected. My shame. My Lords, with as much brev j as I can, I'll answer each particular objection with which you charge me. The mai ground, on which you raise the building of your accusition, hath reference to my so e should I now curse him, or wish in the agony of my troubled soul, lightning had found him in his mother's you'll say is from the purpose, and I therefore betake him to the Devil, and so leaveth Did never loyal father but my self beget a treacherous issue? was't in me with as much ease to fashion up his mind, as in his generation to form, the organs to his body? must it follow because that he is impious, I am false? I would not boast my actions, yet is lawful to upbraid my benefits to unthankful men. Who sunk the Turkish galleys in the Scraights. but Malefort? who rescued the French , when they were boarded, and stowed under harches by the Pirates of Argie when every they did expect to be chained to the oar, but your now doubted Admiral? then you filled the air with shouts of joy, and did proclaim when hope had left them, and gr m, looked Despair hovered with saile-stretche wings over their heads, to me, as to the Neptune of the Sea, they owed the restitution of their goods, their lives, their liberties. Oh can it then be probable, my Lords, that he that never became the master of a Pirate ship, but at the main yard hung the Captain up, and caused the rest to be thrown over board, should after all these proofs of deadly would e, so oft expressed against'em, entertain a thought of quarter with'em, but much less (to the perpetual ruin of my glories) to join with them to lift a wicked arm against my mother Country, this Marseilles, which with my prodigal expense of blood I have so oft protected. What have Omitted in the power of flesh, and blood, Even in the birth to strangle the designs Of this hellbred wolf my son? alas my Lords, I am no God, nor Like him could foresee His cruel thoughts, and cursed purposes, Nor would the sun at my command forbear To make his progress to the other world, Affording to us one continued light. Nor could my breath dispresse those foggy mists Coverde with which, and darkness of the night, Their navy undescend, without resistance Beset our harbour? make not that my fault, Which you in justice must ascribe to fortune. But if that nor my former acts, nor what I have delivered, can prevail with you To make good my integrity and truth: Rip up this bosom; and pluck out the heart That hath been ever loyal. Thou feest I stand unmoved were thy voice thunder It should not shake me, say what would the viper? Go on. Dare I live, Dare I when mountains of my sins over whelm me At my last gasp ask for mercy? how I bless Thy coming Captain, never man to me Arrived so opportunely; and thy message, However it may seem to threaten death, Does yield to me a second life in curing My wounded honour, stand I yet suspected As a confederate with this enemy, Whom of all men, against all ties of nature He marks out for destruction? you are just Immortal powers, and in this merciful, And it takes from any sorrow, and my shame For being the father to so bade a son, In that you are pleased to offer up the monster To my correction. Blush and repent As you are bound my honourable Lords Your ill opinions of me, not great Brutus The father of the Roman liberty With more assured constancy beheld His traitor sons, for labouring to call home The banished Tarquin's, scourged with rods to death, Then I will show when I take back the life This prodigy of mankind received from me. Then you kill me Under pretence to save me. Oh my Lords As you love honour, and a wronged men fame Deny me not this fair, and noble means To make me right again to all the world. Should any other but my self be chosen To punish this Apostata with death, You rob a wretched father of a justice That to all after times will be recorded, I wish his strength were uple, his skill equal To my experience, that in his fallen He may not shame my victory, I feel The powers, and spirits of twenty strong men in me. Were he with wild fire circled, I undaunted Would make way to him, as you do affect Sir My daughter Theocrin , as you are My true and ancient friend, as thou art valiavt, And as all love a soldier, second me In this my just petition, in your looks I see a grant my Lord. With more joy Then yet I ever tasted, by the next sun, The disobedient rebel shall hear from me And so return in safety, my good Lords, To all my service, I will di or purchase Rest to Marseilles, nor can I make doubt, But his impiety is a potent charm, To edge my sword and add strength to my anne. I rest much bound To your so noble offers, and I hope Shall find your pardon, though I now refuse'em, For which I'll yield strong reasons, but as briefly As the time will give me leave. For me to borrow (That am supposed the weaker) any aid From the assistance of my Seconds sword, Might write me down in the black list of those, That have nor fire, nor spirit of their own; But dare, and do, as they derive their courage From his example, on whose help and valour They wholly do depend. Let this suffice In my excuse for that. Now if you please On both parts to retire to yonder mount, Where you, as in a Roman Theater, May see the bloody difference determined, Your favours meet my wishes. Yes, I will, I'll hear thee, and then kill thee: nay farewell. From this place You never shall see both living. Now we are alone, Sir, And thou hast liberty to unload the burden Which thou groanest under. Speak thy griefs. Have I so far lost A father's power, that I must give account Of my actions to my son? or must I plead As a fearful prisoner at the bar, while he That owes his being to me sirs a Judge To censure that, which only by my self Ought to be questioned? mountains sooner fallen Beneath their valleys, and the lofty Pine Pay homage to the Bramble, or what else is Preposterous in nature, ere my tongue In one short fillable yields satisfaction To any doubt of thine, nay though it were A certainty disdaining argument. Since though my deeds wore Hell black livery, To thee they should appear triumphal robes, Set off with glorious honour, thou being bound To see with my eyes, and to hold that reason, That takes or birth or fashion from my will. It cannot, It cannot wretch, and if thou but remember From whom thou hadst this spirit, thou darest not hope it. Who trained thee up in arms but I? Who taught thee Men were men only when they durst look down With scorn on death and danger, and contemned All opposition, till plumed victory Had made her constant stand upon their helmets? Under my shield thou hast fought as securely As the young Eglet, covered with the wings Of her fierce Dam, learns how and where to prey. All that is manly in thee, I call mine; But what is weak and womanish, thine own. And what I gave, since thou art proud, ungrateful, Presuming to contend with him, to whom Submission is endue, I will take from thee. Look therefore for extremities, and expect not I will correct thee as a son, but kill thee As a Serpent swollen with poison, who surviving A little longer, with infections breath, Would render all things near him, Like it self Contagious. Nay, now my anger's up, Ten thousand virgins kneeling at my feet, And with one general cry howling for mercy, Shall not redeem thee. Thou shalt never name her more. Were a new life hid in each mangled limb, I would search, and find it. And howere to some I may seem cruel, thus to tyrannise Upon this senseless flesh, I glory in it. That I have power to be unnatural, Is my security, die all my fears, And waking jealousies, which have so long Been my tormentors, theres now no suspicion; A fact, which I alone am conscious of, Can never be discovered, or the cause That called this Duel on. I being above All perturbations, nor is it in The power of Fate, again to make me wretched. It's Belgard's, Above all estimation, and a little To be exalted with it cannot savour Of arrogance: that to this arm and sword, Mar else owes the freedom of her fears, Or that my loyalty not long since eclipsed, Shines now more bright than ever, are not things to be lamented. Though indeed they may Appear too dearly bought, my falling glories Being made up again, and cemented With a sons blood. It's true, he was my son While he was worthy, but when he shook off His duty to me, (which my found indulgence Upon submission might perhaps have pardoned) And grew his Counties enemy, I looked on him As a Stranger to my family, and a Traitor Justly proscribed, and he to be rewarded That could bring in his head. I know in this That I am censured rugged and austere, That will vouchsafe not one sad sighs or tear Upon his slaughtered body. But I rest Well satisfied in my self, being assured That extraordinary virtues, when they soar Too high a pitch for common fights to judge of, Losing their proper splendour, are condemned For most remarkable vices. I look no sooner on her, But all my boasted power of reason leaves me, And passion again usurps her Empire, does none else wait me? This is worse then disobedience, leave me. Oh my stars! who can but dote on this humility That sweetens, lovely in her tears? the fetters That seemed to lessen in their weight; but now By this grow heavier on me. Peace, I must not hear thee. No, thy looks and words are charms. Oh that my heart were rend in sunder, that I might ex pire, The cause in my death buried: yet I know not With such prevailing Oratory it's begged from me That to deny thee would convince me to Have sucked the milk of Tigers, rise, and I But in a perplexd, and mysterious method. Will make relation that which all the world Admires and cries up in thee for perfections, Are to unhappy me foul blemishes, And mulcts in nature. If thou hadst been born Deformed and crooked, in the features of Thy body, as the manners of thy mind, More lipped, flat not'd, eyed, and beetle browed With a dwarves to a giant was e, Sour breathed, with claws for fingers on thy hands, Splay footed, gouty leg'd, and over all A loathsome leprosy had spread it self, And made thee flaun'd of humane fellowships: I had been blessed. Rather then a now, Though I had drow worser thee for it in the sea Appearing as thou do a new Pando , With Juno's fair cow eyes, Minerva's brow Aurora's blushing cheeks, Hebes fresh youth, Venus soft paps, with Thetis silver feet. And in that cup I drank the poison I now feel dispersed Through every vain and artery, wherefore art thou So cruel to me? This thy outward shape Brought a fierce war against me, not to be By flesh and blood resisted: but to leave me No hope of freedom from the Magazine Of thy minds forces, treacherously thou drewest up Auxiliary helps to strengthen that Which was already in it self too potent, Thy beauty gave the first charge, but thy worser ty Seconded with thy care, and watchful studies To please, and serve my will in all that might Raise up content in me, Like thunder brake through All opposition, and my ranks of reason Disbanded, my victorious passion fell To bloody execution, and compelled me With willing hands to 'tis on my own chains, And with a kind of flattering joy to glory in my captivity. Hall who disturbs me? Montrevile? your pardon, Would I had no greater cause to mourn Then their displeasure, for I dare justify. Would you could find out some other theme to treat of. No more. And so perhaps they are. And therefore be not curious to learn that Which known must make you hate me. O press me no farther. None of these, And yet what must increase the wonder in you Being Innocent in her self, she hath wounded me, But where inquire not. Yet I know not how I am persuaded from my confidence Of your vowed love to me, to trust you with My dearest secret, pray you chide me for it, But with a kind of pity, not insulting On my calamity. This same daughter. She is too fair to me. And I have looked upon her More than a father should, and languish to Enjoy her as a husband. And this is all the comfort you can give me, Where are your promised a worser , your charm , your herbs? Your deep read scholar, spells, and magic rites? Can all these disenchau me? no, I must be My own Physician, and upon my self Practice a desperate cure. All I could think on, But to no purpose, and yet sometime absence Does yield a kind of intermission to The fury of the fit. 'Tis my last refuge, and it my intent And still 'tis, to desire your help. Thus then, you have a fort of which you are The absolute Lord, whither I pray you bear her: And that the sighed of her may not again Nourish those flames, which I feel something lessend, By all the ties of friendship I conjure you And by a solemn oath you must confirm it, That though my now calmed passion should rage higher Then ever heretofore, and so compel me Once more to wish to see her; though I use Persuasions mixd with threatenings; nay add to it That I this failing should with hands held up thus Kneel at your feet, and bath them with my to to , Prayers or curses, vows or imprecations Only to look upon her though at distance, You still must be obdurate. You must swear to be Inexorable as you would prevent The greatest mischief to your friend, that fate Could throw upon him. Leave that to me. presently give order How you shall surprise her, be not frighted with Her exclamations. Be ever blessed for't. I have played the fool, the gross fool, to believe The bosom of a friend will hold a secret, Mine own could not contain, and my industry In taking liberty from my innocent daughter, Out of false Hope's of freedom to my self, Is in the little help it yields me, punished. She's absent, but I have her figure here, And every grace, and rarity about her, Are by the pencil of my memory In living colours painted on my heart. My fires too, a short interim closed up Break out with greater fury. Why was I Since 'twas my fate, and not to be declined In this so tender consciened? Say I had Enjoyed what I desired, what had it been But incest? and there's something here that tells me I stand accountable for greater sins, I never checked at: neither had the crime Wanted a President. I have read in story Those first great Heroes that for their brave deeds Were in the world's first infancy stiled gods, Freely enjoyed what I deny my self. Old Saturn in the golden age embraced His sister Ops and in the same degree The thunderer Juno, Neptune, Thetis, and By their example after the first deluge Deucalion Pirrhae. Universal nature As every day 'tis evident allows it To creatures of all kinds. The gallant horse Covers the Mare to which he was the fire, The bird with fertile seed gives new increase To her that hatchd him. Why should envious man then Brand that close act which adds proximity To whats most near him, with the abhorred title Of incest? or our later laws forbid What by the first was granced? let old men That are not capable of these delight And solemn superstitions fools prescribe Rules to themselves, I will not curb my freedom But constantly go on, with this assurance, I but walk in a path which greater men Have trod before me, h this is the fort, Open the gate. Within there. Heaven pardon all, How many thousands in our heat of wine, Quarrels and play, and in our younger days (In private, I may say) between our selves In points of love, have we to answer for, Should we be scrupulous that way. No more of that. Yet this you seemed Freely to pardon. Montrevile I do confess all that you charge me with To be strong truth, and that I bring a cause Most miserably guilty, and acknowledge That though your goodness made me mine own judge I should not show the least compassion, Or mercy to my self. Oh let not yet My foulness int your pur esse, or my falsehood Divert the torrent of your loyal faith. My ills, if not returned by you, will add Lustre to your much good, and to or come With noble sufferance will express your strength, And triumph over my weakness. If you please to My black deeds being only known to you, And in surrendering up my daughter buried: You not alone make me your we (for I At no partly do deserve the name of friend) But in your own breast raise a monument Of ty to a wretch on whom with justice You may express all cruelty. Take not thy flight so soon immaculate spirit. 'Tis fled already, how the innocent As in a gentle slumber pass away, But to cut off the knotty thread of life In guilty men, must force stern Atropos To use her sharp knife often. I would help The edge of hers with the sharp point of mine But that I dare not die, till I have rend This dogs heart piecemeal. Oh that I had wings To scale these walls, or that my hands were Canons To boar their flinty sides, that I might bring The villain in the reach of my good sword, The Turkish Empire offered for his ransom Should not redeem his life. Oh that my voice Were loud as thunder and with horrid sounds Might force a dreadful passage to his ears, And through them reach his soul, libidinous monster Foul ravisher, as thou du st do a deed Which forced the Sun to hide his glorious face Behind a sable Masque of clouds appear, And as a man defend it, or Like me Show some compunction for it. Is this and object to raise mirth? My daughter's dead. And so continue, for knowledge of the arms thou bearest against me Would make thee curse thy self, but yield no yds For thee to help me, and 'twere cruelty In me to wound that spotless innocency How ere it make me guilty, in a word The pl ifie of goodness is thy ill, Thy virtues vices, and thy humble lowness Far worse than stubborn sulllenness, and pride, Thy looks that ravish all beholders lse As killing a the , their Expressd in sorrow for the much I suffer, A glorious insultation, and no sign Of pity in thee, and to hear thee speak In thy defence, though but in silent Actium, Would make the hurt already deeply festerd Incurable, and therefore as thou wouldst not By thy presence raise fresh furies to torment me I do conjure thee by a father's power, (And 'tis my curse I dare not think it lawful To sue unto thee in a nearer name) Without reply to leave me. Oh that I have reason to discern the better way And yet pursue the worse, when I look on her I burn with heat, and in her absence freeze With the cold blasts of jealousy, that another Should ere taste those delights that are denied me, And which of their afflictions bring less torture I hardly can distinguish, is there then No mean? no, so my understanding tells me, And that by my cross fates it is determined That I am both ways wretched. Yet I am jealous. Who I? Thou art deceived, I am most happy in her. Are we soldiers, and stand on oaths? What hath be done?