MEDINA

More horrors yet? Instruct me in the cause. What's this? a riddle! how? the King, the Contract! The mischief I divine, which proving true, Shall kindle fires in Spain to melt his Crown Even from his head: here's the decree of Fate, A black deed must a black deed expiate. Where's the King? What has he done? saw you the Contract As I did hear a minion swear he threatened. Openly! No more, trust not the air With our projections, let us all revenge Wrongs done to our most hoble kinswoman; Actium is honours language, swords are tongues, Which both speak best, and best do right our wrongs. Where's our Niece? Turn your brains round, and recollect your spirits, And see your Noble friends and kinsmen ready To pay r venge his endue. For that our Nerves are knit; is there not here A promising face of manly princely virtues, And shall so sweet a plant be rooted out By him that ought to fix it fast i'th ground? Sebastian, what will you do to him that hurts your mother? La you, there's in him a Kings heart already: As therefore we before together vowed, Lay all your warlike hands upon my Sword, And swear. O not for twenty world's. Stand in the amid (sweet Cooz) we are your guard These Hammers shall for thee Beatrice out a Crown If all hit right; swear therefore (Noble friends) By your high bloods, by true Nobility, By what you owe Religion, owe to your Country, Owe to the raising your posterity, By love you bear to virtue, and to Arms, (The shield of Innocence) swear not to sheath Your Swords, when once drawn forth. (Will you be quiet?) Your Swords when once drawn forth, till they would forced The godless, perjurous, per idious man,— Art mad? you're idle:—till they would forced him To cancel his late lawless bound he sealed At the high Altar to his Florentine Strumpet, And in his bed lay this his trothplight wife. Our forces let's unite, be bold and secret, And Lion-like with open eyes let's sleep, Streams smooth and flowly running, are most deep. What hath raised up this Devil? Whom then? Of whom? It's the Kings hand. No, no, thou art thy self still, Noble Baltazar, ever knew thee honest, and the mark Stands still upon thy forehead. I ever knew thee valiant, and to scorn All acts of bas ness: I have seen this man Write in the field such stories with his sword, That cur best Chieftains swore there was in him As 'twere a new Philosophy of fighting, His deeds were so Puntillious: In one battle, When death so nearly missed my ribs, he struck Three horses stone-dead under me: This man, Three times that day (even through the jaws of danger) Redeem worser me up, and (I shall print it ever) Stood over my body with Collossus thighs, While all the Thunderbolts which war could throw, Fell on his head: And Baltazar, thou canst not Be now but honest still, and valiant still, Not to kill boys and women. Go fetch the mark'd-out Lamb for slaughter hither, Good fellow-soldier aid him,—and stay—mark, Give this false fire to the believing King, That the child's sent to heaven, but that the mother Stands rocked so strong with friends, ten thousand billows Cannot once shake her. Away: Yet one word more; your counsel, Noble friends; Hark Baltazar, because nor eyes nor tongues, Shall by loud Larums, that the poor boy lives, Question thy false report, the child shall closely Mantled in darkness, forthwith be conveyed To the Monas ery of Saint Paul. Dispatch then, be quick. He is a wheel Of swift and turbulent motion; I have trusted him, Yet will not hang on him too many plummets, Lest with a headlong Cyre he ruins all: In these State-consternations, when a kingdom Stands tottering at the C nter, out of suspicion Safety grows often; let us suspect this fellow, And that albeit he show us the Kings hand, It may be but a Trick. Out of that fear Will I beget truth: for my self in person Will found the Kings breast. I'll venture it, And come off well I warrant you, and rip up His very entrails, cut in two his heart, And search each corner in't, yet shall not he Know who it is cuts up the Anatomy. All built on this as on a stable Cube; If we our footing keep, we fetch him forth, And Crown him King; if up we fly i'th air, We for his souls health a broad way prepare. Thou knowest where To bestow him, Baltazar. Yes, pretty Coz, hence with him, Baltazar. Some keep aloof and watch this Soldier. First to plant strong guard About the mother, then into some snare To hunt this spotted Panther, and there kill him. Be that care mine; Dangers (Like Stars) in dark attempts best shine. We Mounsire. Si Signior, ur Poco:—Monsir Acontez in de Corner, me come for offer to your Bon grace mi trezhumbla service, by gar no John fidleco shall put into your near braver Melody dan dis un p tite pipe shall play upon to your great bon Grace. Dis; me would run up and down mane Country, and learn many fine ting, and much knavery, now more and all dis, me know you would jumbla de fine vench and fill her belly wid a Garsoone, her name is le Madame— She by gar: Now Monsire, dis Madam send for me to help her Malady, being very nought of her corpses (her body) me know you no point love a dis vensh; but royal Monsire done Moi ten towsand French Croownes she shall kick up her tail by gar, and beshide lie dead as dog in de shannell. As de bagpipe when de wind is puff, Gar beigh. Monsire Do tor Deuile. In de bowl of de bloody busher: 'tis very fine whole some. Pishe, not mattera how Red-cap and his wit run. Baw wawghe. Why do you bark and snap at my Narcissus, as if I were de French doag? Thou art the truest Clock That ever to time paidst tribute, (honest Soldier) I lost mine own shape, and put on a French, Only to try thy truth, and the Kings falsehood, Both which I find: now this great Spanish volume Is opened to me, I read him over and over, O what black Characters are printed in him. No, I will not, father; Now that I have Anatomized his thoughts, I'll read a lecture on em that shall save Many men's lives, and to the kingdom minister Most wholesome Surgery; here S our Aphorism; These letters from us in our Nieces name, You know treat of a marriage. Holy Sir, With these work you the King, and so prevail, That all these mischiefs Hull with Flagging sail, Soldier, thy breast I must lock better things in. Keep locked the door, and let none enter to us But who shar S in our Fortune's. For when I let The plummet fallen to found his very soul In his close-chamber, being French-Doctor Like, He to the Cardinals ear sung sorcerous notes, The burden of his song, to mine, was death, Onaelia's murder, and Sebastians; And think you his voice alters now? it's strange, To see how brave this Tyrant shows in Court, Throne Like a God: great men are petty stars, Where his rays shine, wonder fills up all eyes By sighed of him, let him but once check sin, About him round all cry, o excellent King! O Saintlike man! but let this King retire Into his Closet to put off his robes, He Like a Player leaves his partly off too; Open his breast, and with a Sunbeam search it, There's no such man; this King of gilded clay, Within is ugliness, lust, treachery, And a base soul, though r ard Collossus -high. O 'tis our honest Soldier, give him entrance. There's but two parts to play, shame has done hers, But execution must close up the Scane, And for that cause these sprigs are worn by all, Badges of Marriage, now of Funeral, For death this day turns Courtier The King, and all that are our opposites: That dartor This must fly into the Court Either to shoot this blazing star from Spain, Or else so long to wrap him up in clouds, Till all the fatal fires in him burn out, Leaving his State and conscience clear from doubt Of following uproars. Thine, Soldier. No way to purge the sick State, but by opening a vain. What are you? come you from the King? gneor, I thank your kind Intelligence, The news long since was sent unto our ears. Yet we embrace your love, so fare you well. He makes his love to us a warning-piece To arm our selves against we come to Court, Because the guard is doubled. No, hear me— Turn then this wheel of Fate from shedding blood Till with her own hand Justice ways all. Nor for so much Twice told, Sir, would I miss your kingly presence; Mine eyes have lost acquaintance of your face So long, and I so (little) late read over That Index of the royal book your mind, That scarce (without your Comment) can I tell When in those leaves you turn over smiles or frowns. Your Highness this day so much honours me, That I to pay you what I truly owe, My life shall venture for it. My heart shall pledge your heart i'th deepest draught That ever Spaniard drank. Keep they asunder. Thy Physician, Tyrant, Dwells yonder, call on him or none. Keep her backo. The hammers of black mischief now cease beating, Yet some Irons still are heating: you, Sir Bridegroom, (Set all this while up as a mark to shoot at) We here discharge you of your bedfellow, She loves no Barbars washing. Be it your charge, so please you reverend Sir, To see the late Queen safely sent to Florence: My Niece Oh aeliam, and that trusty Soldier, We do appoint to guarp the Infant King: Other distractions, Time must reconcile; The State is poisoned Like a Crocodile. Well, that fire Will prove a catching flame to burn his kingdom. Eslelent fort boon. With a devouring eye he read'em over, Swallowing our offers into his empty bosom, As gladly as the parched earth drinks healths Out of the cup of heaven.