FERCHUS

Mighty Priest, as you Respect the safety of the King, you must Make haste, the Court is up in arms, and he Calls for his sword. His own wild thoughts, and apprehension Of what, he says, was in his sleep presented, He calls upon his Guard, and rails upon they, When they appear with no more arms, and swearos That every man shall wear a Tun of Iron. You will find Lands Peopled with Squirrils, Rate, and Crows, and , Where you may better plant, my reverend Moles. I am his eldest son, he shall find me reasonable, He may do worse, considering how long I have been of age. He is well again. He may yet do me as great a courtesy As dying comes too, if his error hold, And the Kings anger. How's that? Dear father. We owe Archimagus for more then life For your loves, without which, life is a curse. My life is going from me. But why have we so long Delayed our blessed enjoyings, thus content With words, the shadows of our happiness. Where's Rodamant? The door is safe; come, my deer princely Mistress, And with the crown of love reward your servant. Fruition of our joys. Where, Madam? Than mine? here's none, try it again: Why should her constitution be so cold? I would not loose more opportunities, Love, shoot a flame Like mine into her bosom. O, I could dwell for ever in this bosom, Rod. puls Fer. by the nose. But is there nothing else for us to taste? Hold. Something has almost torn away my nose. Endarius? Did you pull me by the nose? Wonot that prompt you to something else? Mine? Blood; I felt something that Like a fly Glanced o'my cheek: Brother, your nose bl worser you that . Again. I prithee leave this fooling with my face, I shall be angry. Rodamant. Tear off these antic habits quickly, brother, Do you the same. More blood upon our faces. O, my Fedella, something may preserve us To meet again: Endarius, so, so: open. O do not pull more wrath from heaven upon you. Love innocence, the gods have thus revenged In your sons tragedy: Draw not a greater Up on your self and this fair Island, by Threatening the temples, and the gods themselves, Look on them still with humble reverence, Or greater punishments remain for you To suffer; and our ghosts shall never leave To fright thy conscience, and with thousand stings Afflict thy soul to madness and despair: Be patient yet and prosper, and let fallen Thy anger on the Christians, that else Will poison thy fair kingdom. Where are we yet Endarius? And we are lost, our fear to die i'th sighed Of men, hath brought us hither with our blood To quench the thirst of wolves: Or worse, to starve. Now that lust is punished, Which fed our hope, if we had stayed i'th Temple To have polluted it, with foul embraces: How weariness, with travel, and some fasting Will tame the flesh. Take heed, It may be a Lion, or a fierce wolves den; How nature trembles at the thought of death: Though it be pressed down, with the weight of life. The worst is welcome, with our clamor, rouse What ever does inhabit here, or man Or beast appear, if any such dwell in This Cave? We can meet charity or death. We are no spirits, but your living sons, Preserved without the knowledge of the King, By Archimagus, till a new misfortune Compel worser us hither to meet death, we fear, In want of food. You make us happy.