PERIDURE

Yonders old Cornwell, come Vigenius, Weel have some sport with him: Never hereafter bear a soldiers shield, A soldiers sword, nor any other grace, But what is Like thine own, a double face. Good morrow to you brother Elydure. We shall would you come out now with some reason that was born in my great grand sire's time. And why father winter. You are to saucy Cornwell. Come brother, I am tired with revelling, My last Caranta made me almost breathless, Does not the Kings last wench foot it with art? Nor the rule of Archigallo, Because 'tis subject to his liberty. Are they not plotting now for some instalment And change of state: old gallants if you be 'Twill cost your heads. Ey, are you there, that word sounds treason. And a Crown. These Counsellors are wise, and see in us More virtue then we in our selves discern. Would it were come to such election. And were a crown, a crown imperial. Command. Our Nobles kneeling. O brother, shall we through nice folly Despise the proffered bounty of these Lords? To entertain foreign Ambassadors. Shadow us State with thy majestic wings. Then Archigall, thou that hast sat in pomp And seen me vassal, shalt behold me crowned, While thou with humble knees vail to to my state. I know not when. Hear us excuse our selves. And I. Embrace it brother, we are all on speed, My princely thought inflamed with Ardency Of this imperial state, and Scepterd rule, My kingly brows, itch for a stately Crown, This hand to bear a round Monarchal Globe, This the bright sword of Justice, and stern awe, Dear sister you have made me all on fire, My kingly thoughts, beyond their bounds aspire. The Queen is yours, the king shall be deposed, And she disgraded from all Sovereignty. Here comes the Lords of this pretended league, How goes our hope, speak valiant English Peers, Are we in way of Sovereignty, or still stand we Subjects unto the awe of Elidure. Say Morgan so, and Britain's rule is mine. And fit in sta e. Then they that lifts us to the imperial seat, Our powers and will shall study to make great. Now royal sister. Before the king have notice of our plot, Before the Lords that love his government, Prepare their opposition. I see a kind of state appear already In thy majestic brow, call in the soldiers, Man the Court gates, barricade all the streets, Defend the ways, the lands and passages, And gi to the palace with a Triple wall Of armed soldiers, and in dead of night, When all the peeresly drowned in golden sleep, Found out a sudden and a shrill Alarm, to maze them in the amid of horrid dreams. It shall go hard, but I the shrew will tame, trumpets and drums, your dreadful clamours found. thou art mine what ere thou be. I Cornwell and thy king. King we seek thee. We were born to rule, and homage we disdain. How saucy Lord? I say that word shall cost old Cornwels life. I am one. So shall all, that do not prostrate to our homage fallen. Shall they not brother king? Rage give my fury way. Be brief for Gods sake then, Brother do. Convey both hence. It not ambition, or the love of state, that drew us to this business, but the fear, Of Elidurus weakness whom in zeal, To the whole land we have deposed this day, speak, shall we have your loves? We now are Kings indeed and Britain sway, When Cornwell and his brother Vive say Well counseled Cornwell, she shall live in bondage. Weel have her guarded, With stricter keeping and severer charge. Keep her in thraldom still, and captive bans. Before isle stand, Thus for a Cipher with my half command, I'll venture all my Fortune's, how now pride, Perched on my vpperhand. Vigenius thou salutes me with a title, Most proper to thy self, Only to meet thee on this bed of death, Wherein the Title to the English Crown, Shall perish with thy self. The lives of such as hinder our renown. Such as you, That to our lawful Sovereign are untrue. Blushes Vigenius at thy overthrow, Who wast that told me he would submit. True that I sought to stay. Still playing of the Sicophant. A gloze I see to insinuate our good will. the favour of us both, that was his train. If there be any other of his heart, We give them free licence to depart. Rivers in blood declare it. Conquer or near give over. O monstrous treason! Why you the Crown, good brother more then we. Shall I see you crowned, and my self stand bore, Rather this wreathe majestic let me try, And fit inthroned, in pompious Majesty. Alone, darest thou usurp upon my right. Content, the king does on our sentence wait, To doom him, come lets take our double state, What shall he live, or die? Sir nor we. Claimest thou pre-eminence, come down proud boy By all my Hope's with her isle captive thee. this day a captive, or a complete king. thats I. They that love Peridure divide themselves upon their partly.