MACHVILE

Hallow close they strike, As if they herd a winged thunderbolt, threatened his death And each ambitious were to loose his life; So it might purchase him a longer being: Their breath engenders Like two peaceful winds, That join a friendly league, and fill the air With silken music. I may pass by and scarce be spared a look, Or any else but young Antonio. Rise from thy scorching Den thou soul of mischief. My blood boils hotter then the poisoned flesh Of Hercules clothed in the Centaurs shirts: Swell me revenge, till I become a hill High as Olympus cloud dividing top; That I might fallen, and crush them into air. He observe. Exit behind the hangings. Now Machvile plot his ruin, aside. It is not to be born; are not you our Master's subsitude? then why should he Usurp a privilege without your loave, To preach unto the people a Doctrine They ought not hear: He incites they not to obey your charge, Unless it be to knit a friendly league With the opposing French ; laying before they A troop of feigned dangers will ensue, If we do bid they battle. It's done already; Smother your anger and you shall see, here At the counsel board he'll break into a Passion;—which isle provoke him to.— aside And must my Lord find undelayed release? Noble Commanders since that wars grim God, After our sacrifice of many lives, Neglects our offerings, and repays our service With lose; it's good to deal with policy. He's no true Soldier that deals needless blows With the endangering of his life; and may Walk in a shade of safety, yet overthrow His towering enemy. Great Alexander made the then known world Slave to his powerful will, more by the help Of politic wit, Than by the ruff compultion of the sword. Troy that endured the Grecians ten years Siege, By policy was fired, and became Like to a lofty Beacon all on flame. Suppose the French be marked for conquerors: Stars have been crossed, when at a natural birth They dart prodigious beams; their influence Like to the flame of a new lighted Tapor, Has with the breath of policy been blown Out, even to nothing. It's this my Lord; That straight before the French have pitched their Tents, Or raised a work before our City walls; As yet their ships have not over spread the sea, We send a Regiment that they with speed Land on the Marshes, and begirt their backs, While we open our Gates, and with astrong assault Force they retreat into the arches of death So the revengeful earth shall be their tomb, That did ere while trample her teeming womb. It takes: revenge, I hug thee; young Lord thou' art loft. aside. Would, it takes unto my wish. aside. Why Antonio? I'm wounded, else Coward Antonio Thou shouldst not fly from my revengeful Arm: But may my curses fallen upon thy head Heavy as thunder; mayest thou die Burdened with ulcerous sins, whose very Weight may sink thee down to Hell: Beneath the reach of smooth-faced mercies arm. Confusion choke your rash officious throats, And may that breath that speaks his loathed name Beget a Plague, whose hight infectious air May scald you up to blisters, which foretell A purge of life: up Machvile, Tho'st thy will, how ere cross Fate Divert the peoples hearts; they must perforce Sue to that Shrine our liking shall erect. The Governor is dead, Antonio's lost To any thing but death; it's out glad fate, To gripe the staff of what we look't for state. My bloods ambitious, and runs through my veins Like nimble water through a Leaden Pipe Up to some barren Mountain: I must have more, All wealth in my thoughs to a Crown is poor. Let one post to my Castle, and conduct my Lady, Tell her I have a prisoner would become proud In her forced captivity to wait upon her beauty: Fly, let not the tardy clouds outsail thee. Art thou there my love? we're in a path That leads us to a height, we may confront The Sun, and with a breath extinguish common Stars; be but thou ruled, the light That does create day to this City Must be derived from us. It's to be done sweet love and nearer way; I have already with the sugared baits Of Justice, liberality, and all The Fox Like gins, that subtle Statse-men Set to catch the hearts o'th giddy multitude: Which if it fail, as cautious policy Forbids, I built too strongly on their drunk Uncertain Votes, I'de have thee break with My great Prisoners Wife, as I will Do with him; promise the states equal Divided half himself shall rule: So that if needs compel us to take Arms, We may have forces from the Realm of France, To seat us in the Chair of Government. Still my very soul, thinkest thou I can endure Compeditor, or let and Ethiop fit by Machvils side, As partner in his honour? no, as I have seen In the Commonwealth of Players, one that did act The Theban Creon's partly; with such a life I became ravished, and on Raimond mean, To plot what he did one the caviling boys of Oedipus. While we grasp the whole dignity. It is not ripe my love, The King I hear applauds my justice: Wherefore I have sent order that Count Antonio Once being taken, be sent to Fill-ford Mill; There ground to death. Thy envy: she I have banished, And her goods to guard a shower of curses From my head, I've given the poor. Attend your Lady—so her forward spleen, Tickled with thought of greatness makes the Scene attempts run smooth: the haughty More shall be the La der, on whose servile back I'll mount to greatness, If calm peace deny me easy way. Rough War shall force it, which done, Raimond And his Philippa must go seek and Empire in Elizium; for to rule, predominance belongs Alone to me: slaves are unworthy rule, What state wo'd set a Crown upon a a Mule? Exit My soul is heavy, and my eyelids feel The weighty power of lazy Morpheus : Each element that breathes a life within me Runs a contrary course, and conspire To counterfeit a Chaos: while the frame And weak supporters of my inward man (Crack) as beneath the weight of Atlas burden: A sudden change, how my bleared eyelids strive To force a sleep against nature. Oh you Powers That rule the better thoughts, if you have ought To act on my frail body, let it be with eagles Speed; or if your wills so please, Let my before passed and undejested wrongs Over wh lme my thoughts, and sink me to the ground With their no less then death's remembrances. Cease bastard slave, to clog my senses With the leaden weights of and unwilling sleep; unless Thy raw-boned brother join his force, and make A separation betwixt my airy soul, And my all earthly body: I am over come, heaven work your wills, my breath, Submits to this us 'twould submit to death. Sleeps. Sleep entranced man, but be Wakeful in thy fancy; see Love hath left his Palace fair, And beats his wings against the air, To ease thy panting breasts of ill: Loves a Physician, our Will Must be obeyed; therefore with hast To Flanders fly, the echoing blast Of Fame shall usher thee along, And leave thee pestered in a throng Of searching troubles, which shall be But Bugbears to thy constancy. What this same shadow seems to be, In Flanders thou shalt real see; The Maid that seemed to conquer Death, And give thee longer leaf of breath, Dotes on thy air; report hath been Lavish in praising thee unseen. Make hast to Flanders, time will be Accused of slothfulness, if she Be longer tortured: do not stay, My power shall guide thee on the way. ascended. Look up my Auristella ; Better the Sun forsake him course to bless, With his continuing beams the Antipodes, And we grovel for ever in eternal night, Then death eclipse thy rich and stronger light. Seek some physician, horror to my soul, she faints; I'de rather loose the issue of my Hope's, than Auristella. The Crowns injoynement can yield no content, Without the presence of my Auristilla. Why stir you not? fetch me some skilful man, My Kingdom shall reward him; if his Art Chain her depart g soul unto her flesh, But for a day, till she be crowned a Queen: Fly, bring him unto this walk. All greatness without her is slavery. Godlike Physician, I and all that's mine, Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice. Look up my Auristella, and be great; Rise with the Sun, but never to decline, Waked thee to be a Queen. The day grows old in hours: Come Auristella to the Capital; The Graybeard Senate shall on humble knees, Pay a Religious Sacrifice of praise Unto thy demy Deity: the Stars Have in a general Senate made thee Queen Of this our world: Great master of thy Art, Confirm my love. Follow me to the counsel. Exit. Pray take your seats. Pray seat your selves Gentlemen, though your deserts have merit They fit above the Table. And your worth's have deserved nobly; But ingratitude, that should be banished From a Princes breast, is Philips favourite. It lives too near him: You that have ventured with expense of blood, And danger of your lives, to rivet him Unto his Seat with peace: you that in War He termed his Atlasses, and pressed with praises Your brawny shoulders; called you his Colossuses, And said your looks frighted tall war Out of his territories: now in peace, The issue of your labour: this bade man, Philip I mean, made of ingratitude, Won't afford a name, that may distinguish Your worthy selves from Cowards: Civet Cats spotted with Rats dung, Or a face Like white Broth, strewed over with Currance For a stirring Caper, or itching Dance; to Please my Lady Vanity, shall be made A smock Knight. Why then. The brave stabs Raimond. Would, would, would; lay hold on those French Soldiers, Away with them. Exeunt guard with the French Colonels. I cannot tarry long, farewell; weel meet Where we shall never partly: if here be any My life has injured, let your charity Forgive declining Machvile : I am sorry. Antonio, Oh my shame, Can you whom I have injured most pardon my gilded? Give me thy hand yet nearer, this embrace Betray's thee to thy death: would, would, would. Stabs him. So weeps the Egyptian monster when it kills, Washed in a flood of tears; couldst ever think Machviles repentance could come from his heart; No, down Colossus Author of my sin, And bear the burden mingled with thine own, Enter the King. Aur. Evad. old Tay. To finish thy damnation. Sleep, sleep great heart, thy virtue made me ill Authors of vice, it's fit the vicious kill: But yet forgive me, O, my great heart Dissolves Like snow, and lessons to a Rhume, Cold as the envious blasts of Notherne wind: World how I loved thee, 'twere a sin to boast; Farewell, I now must leave thee; my life Grows empty with my veins: I cannot stand, my breath Is as my strength, weak; and both seized by death: Farewell ambition catching at a Crown, Death trip me up, and headlong threw me down. Dies. It shall be so; My fears are built on grounds Stronger than Atlas shoulders: this same Tailor Retains a spirit Like the lost Antonio ; Whose sister we will banish in pretence of Love to Justice; it's a good snare, to trap the Vulgar hearts: his, and her goods, to guild my Lawless doings, I'll give the poor, whose tongues Are i'their bellies: which being full, Is tipped with heartless prayers; but empty, A falling Planet is less dangerous; they'le down to Hell for curses. You Tailor. Nay hear him love, believe me he's a man That may be Secretary to the gods; He is alone in Art, 'twere sin to name A second; all are dunces to him. I your counsel. Lay hold on him, Ere we presume to meet the enemy Weel purge the City; lest the wrath of heaven Fallen heavy on us: Antonio I arrest thee Of Capital treason, against the King and Realm. To prison with him. To prison with him. Lady we here enjoin you to Your Chamber as a prisoner, to Wait a further censure; your brother's Fault has pulled a punishment upon your head, Which you must suffer. Screech owl dost know what thou hast said? Death, find him or you die: Oh my cross stars, He must not live to torture our next sense, But die; though he had no fault but innocence. Exit. We have the day. Upon him then. Whence this rashness? Deliver up your prisoner. So: now we command on forfeit of thy Life, you be not seen in any ground our Master's Title circles, within three days, Such a factious spirit we must not nourish: Least Like the Fables Serpent, grown warm In your conceited worth, you sting Your Countries Breasts, that nursed your valour. My house shall be your prison, Attend they Colonel. Exit, Raimond, Philippa, Aler so, Full, Pana. mariet Tailors. How subtle are my springs, they take all? With what swift speed unto my Chaffy bait Do all Fowls fly, unto their hasty ruin? Clap, clap your wings, and flutter greedy fools, While I laugh at your folly; I have a Wier Set for the More, and his ambitious Consort; Which if my wife wo'd second, they are sure. Enter Auristella. Our souls are twins, and thirst with equal heat For Deity: Kings are in all things Gods Saving mortality. It's as I would hav't. Yes.