SAPRITIUS

It will well become you. Such as refuse to offer sacrifice To any of our gods, put to the torture. Grub up this growing mischief by the roots, And know when we are merciful to them, We to our selves are cruel. I would know No mean in thine could this be true. Haste good Sempronius, draw up our guards, And with all ceremonious pomp receive The conquering army. Let our garrison speak Their welcome in loud shouts, the city show Her state and wealth. Sacred Casar; If your imperial Majesty stand pleased To shower your favours upon such as are The boldest champions of our religion, Look on this reverend man, to whom the power Of searching out, and punishing such delinquents, Was by your choice committed, and for proof He hath deserved the grace imposed upon him, And with a fair and even hand proceeded Partial to none, not to himself, or those Of equal nearness to himself, behold This pair of Virgins. Welcome, fool, thy fortune, Stand Like a block when such and Angel courts thee. Spiritless villain, How I am tortured, by the immortal gods I now could kill him. Well excused. And here as your self We will obey and serve her. Those fellows trouble us. Bridle your rage sweet Princess. So insolent, base Christian. Confusion on thee, For playing thus the lying Sorcereste. I curse thy baseness. I can no longer, Fret out my life with weeping at thee villain; sirrah, Would when I God thee, the high thunder hand Had struck thee in the womb. Albeit the reverence Iowe our gods and you, are in my bosom Torrents so strong, that pity quite lies drowned From saving this young man, yet when I see What face death gives him, and that a thing within me, Says it's my son, I'am forced to be a man, And grow found of his life, which thus I beg. She's a Witch, A sorceress Theophilus, my son Is charmed by her enticing eyes, and Like And image made of wax, her beams of beauty Melt him to nothing; all my Hope's in him. And all his got honours find their graven In his strange dotage on her. Would when first He saw and loved her, that the earth had opened And swallowed both alive. Not any, though the Princess were appeased, All title in her love surrenderd up, Yet this coy Christian, is so transported With her religion, that unless my son (But let him perish first) drink the same potion And be of her belief, sheele not vouchsafe To be his lawful wife. Let her be sent for, Prosper in your good work, and were I not To attend the Princess, I would see and hear How you succeed. Give them your Ring To lead her as in triumph if they win her Before her highness. Your grace hindeys Ever your humblest Vassals. I wish they may, Yet 'tis no easy task to undertake, To altar a perverse and obstinate woman. a shout within, loud Music. 'Tis seconded with Music, Triumphint music, would. Stop her mouth. That want strength To stand themselves? Oh You that are half gods, lengthen that life Their dieties lend us, turn over all the volumes Of your mysterious AEsculapian science T'encrease the number of this young men days, And for each minute of his time prolonged, Your fee shall be a piece of Roman gold With Caesars stamp, such as he sends his Captains When in the wars they earn well: do but save him, And as he is half my self, be you all mine. Is he with child, a Mid wife: To me it shall not. I'll be no subject to the greatest Caesar Was ever crowned with Laurel, rather then cease To be a father. Follow me thou damned Sorcores, call up thy spirits, And if they can, now let they from my hand Untwine these witching hairs. Art thou sioke? Wouldst thou recover? And do thine eyes shoot daggers at that man That brings thee health? Is't here? Break that enchanted Caut, enter, and rifle The spoils thy lust Hunt's after, I deseend To a base office, and become thy Pandar In bringing thee this proud Thing, make her thy Whore, Thy health lies here if she deny to give it, Force it, imagine thou assaultest a town, Weak wall, too't, 'tis thine own, Beatrice but this down, Come, and un seen, be witness to this battery, How the coy strumpet yields. No matter for the boy, Pages are used to these odd bawdy Shufflings, and indeed are those Little young snakes in a Furies head Will sting worse then the great ones, Let the Pimp stay. Speak it out. Plague a your trees. A soldier, and stand sumbling so. Let her swallow thee. Die a slave, A blockish Idiot. Yes, and vex thee too, both I think are geldings, Cold, Phlegmatike Bastard, th'art no brat of mine, One spark of me, when I had heat Like thine By this had made a Bonfire: a tempting whore (For whom th'art mad) thrust even into thine arms, And standest thou puling? had a Taylor seen her Her at this advantage, he with his cross-capers Had ruffled her by this, but thou shalt curse Thy dalliance, and here before her eyes Tear thy flesh in pieces, when a slave In hight lust baths himself, and gluts those pleasures Thy niceness durst not touch, call out a slave, You Captain of our guard, fetch a slave hither. Teach her a trade, which many would learn In less then half and hour, to play the Whore. Thou hast bones and flesh Enough to ply thy labour, from what country Wertenberg thou taken Prisoner, here to be our slave. In the west Ocean. And Island. I am fitted, of all Nations Our Roman swords ever conquered, none comes near The Britain for true whoring: sirrah fellow, What wouldst thou do to gain thy liberty? Thou shalt then be no slave, for I will set thee Upon a piece of work is fit for man, Brave for a Britain, drag that Thing aside And ravish her. He's bewitched too, Bind him, and with a Bastinado give him Upon his naked belly 200. blows. Plagues light on her and thee; thus down I throw Thy Harlot thus bi'th hair, nail her to earth, Call in ten slaves, let every one discover What lust desires, and surfeit here his fill, Call in ten flaues. Oh o. Falls down. Where am I? Blasted! Where the Lamia That tears my entrails? I'm be witched, seize on her? According to our Roman customs, bind That Christian to a Pillar. Thou shalt. Are hentormentors ready? Strike. strike at her: Angelo knee ling holds her fast. Faster slaves. Lets view the oudgols, are they not counterfeit. What rogues are these. Unbind her, hang up these. Death this day ride in triumph, Theophilus. See this witch made away to. You are too blame To let him come abroad. With mine own hands He rather stop that little breath is left thee, And rob thy killing fever. Wilt thou in thy last minute dam thy self? This is prodigious, and confirms her witch craft. Follow him. Already dead. Would, heavenly Music. And will with care observe it. Yet you said then it was witchcraft, And devilish illusions. No sighs nor groan To witness he has feeling. I have seen thousands tortured, but never yet A constancy Like this. Keep the ports close, and let the guards be doubled Disarm the Christians, call it death in any To wear a sword, or in his house to have one. Oh I am ravished With this great honour, cherish good Theophilus This knowing scholar, send your fair daughters I will present them to the Emperor, And in their sweet conversion, as a mirror Express your zeal and duty. a lesson of Cornets. Mightiest Caesar Whose power upon this globe of earth, is equal To loves in heaven, whose victorious triumphs On proud rebellious Kings that stir against it Are perfect figures of his immortal trophies Won in the giants war, whose conquering sword Guided by his strong arm, as deadly kills As did his thunder, all that I have done, Or if my strength were centupld could do, Comes short of what my loyalty must challenge. But if in any thing I have deserved Great Casars smile, 'tis in my humble care Still to preserve the honour of those gods, That make him what he is: my zealc to them I ever have expressd in my fell hate Against the Christian sect, that with one blow Ascribing all things to and unknown power, Would strike down all their temples, and allows them Nor sacrifice nor altars. His daughters. By heaven it is, I shall think of't. He is well now, But will not be drawn . Who the Emperor? Of his victory There was some rumor, but it was assured The army passed a full days journey higher Into the country. Sick to the death I fear. Yet confess That thou art mad, and that thy tonge and heart Had no agreement. Kick harder, go out witch. Who hired these slaves? what are they?