ARCHIGALLO

Morrow. Lets see those papers. A controversy betwixt the Lord Morgan and the Lord Malgo, concerning their Ty tles to the Southern Island. We know this cause and what their titles be. You claim it by inheritance. You by the marriage of Lord Morgans mother, To whom it was left jointure. Whose evidence is strongest, to which partly Inclines the censures of our learned Judges. What I determine then yowl yield unto. Then that Southern I'll we take to our protection, and make you Lord governor thereof. Reply not, I but take it to my self Because I would not have dissension betwixt two peers, I love to see you friends, And now the Islands mine, your quarrel ends. Whats next. A poor Nothern men humble petition. Which is the plaintive? Is this true my Wench. Thou art a proper fellow, and this wench is thine by lawful marriage. Is not this Lass a pretty Neat brown Wrench? Fellow, how long hast thou been married? Didst never lie with thy wife? Hark my wench, wilt leave these rustic fellows & stay with me? Why I'll make thee a Lady. Thou shalt. What we will, we will, away with those slaves. Whats that to thee, old doting Lord forbear. Whats here? complaints against one Nobody, For overmuch relieving of the poor, Helping distressed prisoners, entertaining Extravagants and vagabonds, what fellows this? I'll have none such as he within my kingdom, He shall be banished. What dost thou call his name. Seek out that Somebody, wele send him straight, What other matters stay to be decided Determine you, and you, the rest may follow To give attendance. O monstrous brother's. As vild traitors. And when must this be done, when shall my crown Be parted and divided into halves. You reign on this side Humber, you beyond The river Trent, when do you take your states, Fit crowned and scepterd to receive our homage, Our duty, and our humble vassalage. Nor you? But I know when you shall repent your pride. Nor will we use delays in our revenge, Ambitious boys, we doom you prisonment, Your Palace royal shall a Jail be made, Your thrones a dungeon, and your sceptres Irons, In which wele bound your proud aspiring thoughts: A way with them, we will not mount our chair Ti l their best Hope's be changed to black despair. That shall our further leisures arbitrate, Our ears are deaf to all excusive pleasant, Come unambitious brother Elidurus, Help us to lavish our abundant treasures, In masks, sports, revels, riots, and strange pleasures. Then give it me; use not the common sleights, To pity one, and keep away his right. Seest thou these rags, do they become my person? Oh Elidure, take pity on my state, Let me not still live thus infortunate. What shall I die then? welcome be that fate Rather then still live in this wretched state. I am thy King. Let it be so, Death is the happy perjod of all woe. The wretch thats torn upon the torturing wrack, Feels not more de sh torment then my heart. When I but call to mind my tyranny, I record heaven my Lords, my brother's fight, The pity that he takes of my distress, Your love and true allegiance unto him, Hath wrought in me a reconciled spirit, I do confess my sin, and freely say, I did deserve to be deposed. By heaven I not desire it. And happy Archigallo that have rangd From sin, to sin, and now at last am changed. My Lords and friends, the wrongs that you have seen In me, my future virtues shall redeem. Come gentle brother, pity that should rest In women most, is harboured in thy breast. To heaven, and my kind brother Elidure, Fair Queen we owe chief thanks for this our greatness, Next them, these honourable Lords. Set on there. Betrayed, taken prisoner, and by those that owe To me their duty, and allegiance: My brother the usurper of the Crown, O this is monstrous, most insufferable. Crowned, and pray thy wife. Farewell deceiving state, Pride making Crown, my dearest wife farewell: I have been a Tyrant, and I'll be so still. I was a King, but now I am slave, How happy were I in this base estate, If I had never tasted royalty: But the remembrance that I was a King, Unseasons the Content of poverty, I hear the hunter's music, here I'll lie, To keep me out of sighed till they pass by. I am a man. 'Tis so, I am thy brother Elidure, All that thou hast is mine, the Crown is mine, Thy royalty is mine; these hunting pleasures Thou dost usurp: ambitious Elidure I was a King.