JACINTA

I must not leave you thus. I call too, I beseech you hear me. Good heaven, how slightly You overrun my fears, you go to meet With a full power, and armed foe abroad, And leave me single to and enemy That hath both power and will to ruin me. There has been ravishers, remember Tarquin. You leave me in a tempest, heaven guide my fate, O let me sink ere I be captivate. From your age with a virgin Epitaph, if you No better be then I esteem you. Is that your companion Parted with you? You're both nought then, and neither friends of mine. But here you have me prisoner in your power If you have ought to speak to me out with't. A good induction; And all this I may deserve being a loyal subject. And common to all the world beside, That were gross. A virgin, is not that your meaning? I dare swear I should not. Out shame of women, thou the falsest art, Be lost for ever looking on my face, Or lose those instruments thou lookest withal, Immodesties in men are venial, When women rebel against their weaker selves. Out hag, turn thee into some other shape, Or I shall curse my self for being one Of thy bade sex. All powers of goodness guard me. Oh my Liege, I turn not from your face, but from your power, You bring a frown, I dare not look upon. I crave your pardon, and bebd My kbee, your true obedient servient, my life I'll lay and offering at your feet, what more Would you from your humble Keeping that name, you have it ever. A virgin, you have my prayers worser yly to heaven For your long sovereignties, your honours health and vi ctoryes. Sir, I am not your foe. It is not love you seek; But and Antipathy as dissonant As heaven and hell, the music of the spheres. Compared with , and the below. Can lust be called we, then let men seek h , For there that diety does dwell. Will you be a Ravisher? Poison be it, A serpentine, and deadly aconite, Never survive to know what you have done, But perish in the deed, or ere begun. Then let my prevail. Remember what my Father does for you, He's gone to brandish gainst your enemies, He's fetching you honour home; while at home You will dishonour him. Tyrannous unkingly. He'll be revenged. Help, help, some good hand help: Heaven hears. See heaven, a wicked king, lust stains his Crown, Or strike me dead, or throw a vengeance down. Be cursed in the act, and cursed die. Quiet my tongue? rt officer of hell! Thou Jailer to the devil, fleshly fiend, I'll waken heaven and earth with my exclaims, Astonish hell for fear, the fire be doubled In the endue vengeance of my heinous wrong, My heavy heinous wrong. Worst of humanity, hold thou thy tongue, Shame thou to speak, my shame enforceth me. Oh that I could spit out the spiders bladder, Or the roads entrails into thee, to take partly And mix with the diseases that thou hearst, And altogether choke thee, or that my tongue Were pointed with a y Pyramid To strike thee through, thou bundle of diseases, This storehouse of some shaggy meteor, Some bl king fire shon over thy birth, And laid up all her sad effects in that, Gout , aches, dropsies, and a hundred more, For were not to , Thy own soul would strangle thee. Oh that thine eyes were worth the plucking out, Or thy base heart, the labour I should take In rending up thy bosom, I should but open A vaule to poison me (detested wretch) The hangmans man, basest degree of baseness, Thou livest upon the lees and dregs of lust, Thy soul is a hyrde hackney towards hell. Oh Julianus, my much honoured father, How is thy simple faith deluded now! Thou hadst not so much thought of ill in thee, To breed a bade opinion of a villain, Tyrant, and ravisher; while thou art winning Renown and honour from Spain's enemies, Spain has dishonoured and imprisoned me: Thou understandest not this, unless the winds Upon their fleeting convey hear it thee, Some gentle vision tell thee in thy sleeps, And heaven instruct thee with a waking faith, True to believe thy slumbers; boil out my blood, And at the briny limbeck of mine eyes Distil my faculties; alone I'll tell My sorrows unto heaven, my curse to hell. And there mix that wretch, from thence they rise, O while I look on him, I loath mine eyes. A great Commander. Above you. No, let me kneel still, Such a resemblance of a daughters duty, Will make you mindful of a father's love: For such my injuries must exact from you, A you would for your own. Say your Jacinta then (chased as the Rose) Coming on sweetly in the springing bud, And never felt heat, to spread the Summer sweet: But to increase and multiply it more, Did to it self keep in its own perfu e: Say that some rapine hand had plucked the bloom, Jacinta Like that flower, and ravished her, Defiling her white lawn of chastity, With ugly blacks of lust; what would you do? Say this were done by him that carried The fairest seeming face of friendship to your self. Would you in such a case respect degrees? Say he were noble. Say a king should doo' were the less done By the greater power, does Majesty extenuate a crime: Say then that Rod ricke, your king and Master, To quit the honours you are bringing home, Had ravished your Jacinta. The king my ravisher. Father, deer father. Why do you kneel to me Sir? Dear Father, Recollect your noble spirits, conquer grief, The manly way: you have brave foes subdued, Then let no female passion thus orewhelm you. Th'at frightful to me. I'll fear thee then? The word is poisoned in thy very tongue, Love thee? as I would love my ravisher. He must, and will, That ere he freed a captive infidel. Yes, some barbarous one, 'Tis natural to thee, base African, Thine in side a blacker then thy sooty skin. O Julianus, what hast thou done? thast sc p't The raging Lion, to wrestle with a Dragon, He would have slain with a majestic gripe. But this with venom; better had been thy fate By him to fallen, then thus, by such a owned. Any thing that's monstrous. Entr to for me? forbear Sir, Either be you dumb or let him not hear, I shall have mental for heaven, Fuller effectual then this tongue . And for the author of my and , I shall have . Oh my deer father! What was Tarquin? Such a sin Was in those days a monster, 'tis common. Have not you Sir, a daughter? Oh for your daughters S ke then hear my woes. Yes, and thy daughter (had she done her partly) Should be the second Lucr ce: view me well, I am Jacinta. Oh my secon hell, A Christians arms embrace and infidel! There is no resting place within a prison To make my sorrows less by recounting. I throw they forth, but empty none all; Would, asleep? I, security can sleep, Griefs a true watchman: how the worser That ell within him , and what a noise That I could with h office But I have better though may give me My release Of better release, no, I will not delay it, I will keep back my sins from multitudes, And I may fly for safety to my father. Theres diverse ways, heaven instruct the privatest. And best for my escape: fare ill, not well, Thou and thy lustful Master: from all but one, This key now frees me, Oh! that I bear about, Which none but mercies key can deliver out.