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G Ive us what no man here is master of, (Breath) leave us pray, my father Cardinal Can by the Physic of Philosophy et all again in order. Leave us, pray. exeunt As with a Ship Now Beatrice with storms, now safe, the storms are vanished, And having you my Pilot, I not only See shore, but harbour; I, to you will open The book of a black sin, deep-printed in me: O father! my disease lies in my soul. Yes that, it festers inward: For though I have a beauty to my bed That even Creation envies at, as wanting Stuff to make such another, yet on her pillow I lie by her, but and Adulterer, And she as and Adulteress, She's my Queen And wife, yet but my strumpet, though the Church Set on the seal of Marriage; good Onaelia, Niece to our Lord high Constable of Spain, Was precontracted mine. I confess it. She has that Contract written, sealed by you, And other Churchmen (witnesses untoo't) A kingdom should be given for that paper. It's my souls aim to tie it Upon a faster knot. O! I know I wrestle with a Lioness: to imprison her, And force her too't, I dare not: death! what King Did ever say I dare not? I must have it: A Bastard have I by her, and that Cock Will have (I fear) sharp spurs, if he crow after Him that trod for him: something must be done Both to the Hen and Chicken; haste you therefore To sad Onaelia, tell her I'm resolved To give my new Hawk Bells', and let her fly: My Queen I'm weary of, and her will marry: To this our Text add you what gloss you please, The secret drifts of Kings are depthless Seas. Leave us. It's granted, do: But stay, what mean these Emblems of distress? My Picture so defaced! opposed against A holy Cross! room hung in black! and you Dressed Like changed efe Mourner at a Funeral? But who hath played the Tyrant with me thus? And with such dangerous spite abused my picture? And wished it had been I. I will descend, and cease to be a King, To leave my judging partly, freely confessing Thou canst not give thy wrongs too ill a name. And here to make thy apprehension full, And seat thy reason in a found belief, I vow to morrow (ever the rising Sun Begin his journey) with all Ceremonies Endue to the Church, to seal our nuptials, To prive thy son with full consent of State, Spain's heir Apparent, born in wedlock vows. By this I swear. Why then by this. This way for her, the Contract which thou hast By best advice of all our Cardinals, To day shall be enlarged, till it be made Passed all dissolving: then to our Counsel-table Shall she be called, that read aloud, she told The Church commands her quick return for Florenee, With such a dower as Spain received with her, And that they will not hazard heavens dire curse To yield to a match unlawful, which shall taint, The issue of the King with Bastardy: This done, in state Majestic come you forth (Our new crowned Queen) in sighed of all our Peers: Are you resolved? And will keep it: Deliver up the Contract then, that I May make this day end with thy misery. 'Tis in the Lions paw, and who dares snatch it? Now to your Beads and Crucifix again. Pray there may come Ambassadors from France, Their followers are good Customers. It'll raise the price, being the Kings Mistress. Away bold strumpet. Call and try, here's a whores curse, To fallen in that belief which her sins nurse. My Baltazar! Let us make haste to meet thee: how art thou altered? Do you not know him? Half turned More! I'll honour thee, reach him a chair, that Table, And now Aeneas -Like let thine own Trumpet Found forth thy battle with those slavish Moors. On to the Battle. This satisfies mine eye, but now mine ear Must have his music too; describe the battle. So. A pitched field quickly fought: our hand is thine; And because thou shalt not murmur that thy blood Was lavished forth for and ingrateful man, Demand what we can give thee, and it's thine. It's thine, rise, Soldiers best accord When wounds of wrongs are healed up by the sword. What woman's voice is that? Bar out that fiend. Keep her from following me; a guard. Let a quick summons call our Lords together; This disease kills me. Forbear us, but see the doors well guarded. Yes I will, take it, speak any thing, it's pardoned. What kingdom? Wherein? Would, would, would. Any more? Nay, spit thy venom. No more. The Barber that draws out a Lions tooth Curseth his Trade; and so shalt thou. Because you have beaten a few baseborn Moors, Me thinkest thou to chastise? what's passed I pardon, Because I made the key to unlock thy railing; But if thou darest once more be so untuned, I'll send thee to the Galleys, who are without there: How now? Y S, yes, I am; but it's no point of weapon Can rescue me; go presently and summon All our chief Grandoes, Cardinals, and Lords Of Spain to meet in counsel instantly: We called you forth to execute a business Of another strain,—but it's no matter now Thou diest, when next thou furrowest up our brow I find my Sceptre shaken by enchantments Charactered in this parchment, which to unloose, I'll practice only countercharms of fire, And blow the ipel S of lightning into smoke: Fetch burning Tapers. Art frantic? If I be, Then here's my first mad fit. Reach the flames: Grandoes and Lords of Spain be witness all What here I cancel; read, do you know this bound? Marquess Daenia, Wee'll lend That tongue, when this no more can speak. I am deaf, Played the full consort of the Spheres unto me Upon their loudest strings—so burn that witch Who would dry up the tree of all Spain's Glories, But that I purge her sorceries by fire: Troy lies in Cinders; let your Oracles Now laugh at me if I have been dcceiv'd By their ridiculous riddles: why (good father) (Now you may freely chide) why was your zeal Ready to burst in showers to quench our fury? Th'art mad ex tempore: What eye? which is that wound? Oil to blood shall turn, I'll loose a limb before the heart shall mourn. The Presence door be guarded; let none enter On forfeit of your lives, without our knowledge: O you are false Physicians all unto me, You bring me poison, but no Antidote S. Prethe no more. Thunder aloud. Who! who dares once but think so in his dream? Be cursed he and his Faction: o how I labour For these preventions! but so cross is Fate, My ills are never hid from me, but their Cures: What's to be done? Would! I shall be massacred in this their spleen, Ever I have time to guard my self; I feel The fire already falling: where's our guard? Let they be doubled: I am full of thoughts, A thousand wheels tosle my incertain fears, There is a storm in my hight boiling brains, Which rises without wind, a horrid one: What clamor's that? Thou desperate follow, thus press in upon us! Is murder all the story we shall read? What king can stand, when thus his Subject's bleed? What hast thou done? Played even the Wolf, And from a fold committed to my charge, Stolen and devoured one of the flock. I wooed not have thy sin scoar'd on my head For all the Indian Treasury: I prethe tell me, Suppose thou hadst our pardon, Oh can that cure Thy wounded conscience, can there my pardon help thee Yet having deserved well both of Spain and us, We will not pay thy worth with lose of life, But banish thee for ever. No more: we banish thee our Court and kingdom: A King that fosters men so dipped in blood, May be called merciful, but never good: Be gone upon thy life. For thee, Paulina, swell my troubled thoughts, Like billows beaten by too warring winds. Instruct me how. Where's the Instrument? He's banished. His spirit is hight And rugged, but so honest, that his soul Will never turn devil to do it. Be happy in thy workings; I obey. Baltazar, come hither, listen; whatsoever our Queen Has importuned thee to touching Onaelia, Niece to the Constable, and her young son, My voice shall second it, and sign her promise. That. So. Any way so it's done. Pen, Ink, and paper. Thou shalt would my pardon. Chide him not. That song no more: Do this and I will make thee a great man. Farewell, be confident and sudden. A private room, Is't done? hast drawn thy two-edg'd sword out yet? What meanest thou? No, no, I see it. How? put up—So—how? So, what of that? Was this all? Conscience! what's that? a Conjuring book never opened Without the readers danger: it's indeed A scarecrow set 'th world to fright weak fools: Hast thou seen fields paved over with carcases, Now to be tender-footed, not to tread On a boys mangled quarters, and a woman's! No more, here comes a Satire with sharp horns. A Frenchman? Cannot he speak the Spanish? What is the tune you'll strike up, touch the staing. Onalia. Speak low. Thou namest ten thousand Crowns, I'll Triple them Rid me but of this l prosy: thy name? Shall a second wheel add to this mischief To set it faster going? If one break, Th'other may keep his motion. Baltazar, To give thy Sword and edge again, this Frenchman Shall whet the on, that if thy Pistol fail, Or poigniard, this can send the poison home. And more to arm your resolution, I'll tune this Churchman so, that he shall chime In sounds harmonious, Merit to that man Whose hand has but a finger in that act. Holy Father, You must give pardon to me in unlocking A Cave stum to full with Serpents, which my State Threaten to poison, and it lies in you To break their bed with thunder of your voice. Suppose and univrsall Hight Pestilence Beatrice her mortiferous wings Oh re all my kingdom, am not I bound in soul To empty all our Achademes of Doctors, And A culapian spirits to charm this plague? Or had the Canon made a breach Into our rich Escuriall, down to Beatrice it About our ears, shoo'd I to stop this breach Spare even our richest Ornaments, nay, our Crown, Could it keep bullets off. This Linstock gives you fire: shall then that strumpet And bastard breathe quick vengeance in my face; Making my kingdom reel, my Subject's stagger In their obedience, and yet live? As I am Catholic King, I'll have their hearts, Panting in these two hands. Rise my good Angel, Who e holy tunes Beatrice from me that evil spirit Which jogs mine Elbow, hence thou dog of hell. Bark out no more thou Mastiff, get you all gone, And let my soul sleep: there's gold, peace, see it done. COmmend us to Medina, say his letters Right pleasing are, and that (except himself) Nothing could be more welcome: counsel him (To blot the opinion out of factious numbers) Only to have his ordinary train Waiting upon him: for, to quit all fears Upon his side of us, our very Court Shall even but, dimly shine with some few Dons, Freely to prove our longings great to peace. A Kings word is engaged. Valasco, call the Captain of our Guard, Bid him attend us instantly. Lopez come hither: see Letters from Duke Medina, both in the name Of him and all his Fa cion, offering peace, And our old love (his Niece) Onaeli In marriage with her free and fair consent To Cockadillia, a Done of Spain. My Crown as soon: they feel their sinowy plots Belike to shrink i'th joints; and fearing Ruin, Have found this Cement out to piece up all, Which more endangers all. Lyons may hunted be into the snare, But if they once break lose, woe be to him That first seized on they. A poor prisoner scorns To kiss his Jailer; and shall a King be choked With sweetmeats, by false Traitors! no, I will fawn On them, as they stroke me, till they are fast But in this paw: And then. Upon thy life Double our Guard this day: let every man Bear a charged Pistol, hid; and at a watchword Given by a Musket, when our self sees Time, Rush in; and if Medina's Faction wrestle Against your forces, kill; but if yield, save: Be secret. Watch, Valasco, If any wear a Cross, Feather, or Glove, Or such prodigious signs of a knit Faction, Table their names up: at our Courtgate plant Good strength to bar them out, if once they swarm: Do this upon thy life. Death! what's done? Sebastian? Thou teachest me to curse thee. Half my Crown I'de loose, were it undone. How lost I the French Doctor? Get thou too from my sighed, the Queen wu'd see thee. Go with Judas and repent. Tell me true, is he dead? No matter; 'tis but morning of revenge, The Sunset shall be read and Tragical. For half Spain's weight in Ingots I'de not loose This little man to day. It's dimneste of your sighed, no fault i'th letter: Medina, you shall find that free from Errata's: And for a proof, If I could breath my heart in welcomes forth, This Hall should ring nought else; welcome Medina, Good Marquess Daniam, Dons of Spain all welcome: My dearest love and Queen, be it your place To entertain the Bride, and do her grace. Contracted Bride, and Bridegroom fit, Sweet flowers not plucked in season, loose their scent, So will our pleasures; Father Cardi all, Me thinks this morning new-begins our reign. Where is our Noble Soldier Baltazar? So close in conference with that Signior? What think st thou of this great day, Baltazar? Mine I protest are free. Wine; a full Cup crowned to Medina's health. Onaelia, you are sad: why frowns your brow? Which mirth to heighten, Your Bridegroom and your self first pledge this health Which we begin to our high Constable. Here's to Medina's heart with all my heart. Medina mocks me, Because I wrong her with the largest Bowl: I'll change with thee, On liam. Fear you I cannot fetch it off! This is your scorn to her, because I am doing This poorest honour to her: Music found, It goes were it ten fathoms to the ground. Interrupt me in my drink: 'tis off. Poisoned? I feel no poison yet, only mine eyes Are putting out their lights: me thinks I feel Death's Icy fingers stroking down my face; and now I'm in a mortal cold sweat. Hence, call in my Physicians. Bloody Medina, stabbedst thou Brutus too? I burn, My brains boil in a Caldron, Oh one drop Of water now to cool me. Physicians for my soul, I needs none else; You'll not deny me those: o holy Father, Is there no mercy hovering in a cloud For me a miserable King so drenched In perjury and murder? Come down, come quickly do we. Do, do. Onaelia! o she's drowned in tears! Onaelia, Let me not die unpardoned at thy hands. Would? my child 'tis my Sebastian, or some spirit Sent in his shape to fright me. O my dul soul look up, thou art somewhat lighter, Noble Medina, see Seb stian lives: Onaelia cease to weep, Sebastian livea; Fetch me my Crown: my sweetest pretty Fryer, Can my hands worser o't, I le raise thee one step higher Th'ast been in heavens house all this while sweet boy. Thou couldst never fare better: Religious houses are those hives, where Bees Make honey for men's souls: I tell thee, Boy, A Fryery is a Cube, which stiongly stands, Fashioned by men, supported by heavens hands: Order of holy Priesthood are as high I'th eyes of Angels, as a Kings dignity: Both these unto a Crown give the hill weight, And both are thine: you that our Contract know, See how I seal it with this Marriage; My blessing and Spain's kingdom both be thine. O no: those are right overaigne Ornaments; Had I been clothed so, I had never My work is almost finished: where's my Queen? Onaelia! Your hand Paulina too, Onaelia yours: This hand (the pledge of my twice broken faith) By you usurped is her Inheritance; My love is turned, see as my fate is turned, Thus they to day laugh, yesterday which mourned: I pardon thee my death; let her be Back into Florence with a trebled dowry; Death comes: o now I see what late I feared! A Contra to broke, though pieced up ne re so well, Heaven sees, earth suff S, but it ends in hell. Even Troy (Though she hath wept her eyes out) would find tears To wail my kingdoms ruins. Yes any thing, deer Baltazar.