FRENCH KING

My Lord of Poytieres, as you are informed, Where means the Emperor and his ray e to land? Well may our friends Escape the danger of this heavy storm: Small gusts at Land, sink a whole Fleet at sea; And while our Cities keep us from their rage, The Rocks bea e them, S Tennis-Courts do balls. Idem have and Atheist travel through the deep, And he shall see such wonders, that his soul Would make him soon believe there is a God. But what sayre Gemle woman have we here, Which is a Shipwrecked creature, comes a shore? Thy state wants present pity, women take it In my opinion she's the sayrest creature Nature ere made. Love is a power will overrule a King. As welcome hither is your Mightiness, As if you were arrived in Germany. Saxon, with Mainz, and Trier. And counsel is as great a friend as War. The care of Kingdoms is a weighty charge So is the care of children. But Loves care Exceeds them all: That dries the blood of life More then the Fever, though they burn Like Fire: And to submit it to the law of reason, Makes reason folly, and discourse a Fool. Then irresistible all ruling power Revel in young men's hearts, and leave the old, Or meddle with inferiors, not with Kings; We should be privileged, because most high, But what's a King unto a Deity? I did fair creature,& I thank your pains. But when I view the colour of your lip. And look on this, the wine me thinks looks pale: You have a better luster in your eye, Then any sparkel that can rise from hence: The silver whiteness that adorns thy neck, Sullies the plate, and makes the Napkin black. Thy looking well, makes all things else look fowl, Being so fair in body, what's thy soul? I think sweet creature, what thy tongue has uttered Is distant many paces from thy heart. My hearts desire, 'tis not in bending low, After the afficious custom of a Court: Nor lies it in the use of common things, To bring and take away; my hearts desire Is to enjoy thee in another sort, Which if thou yield unto, thou shalt be great, Greatest in France, next, nay before my Queen: For I'll find means to to take away her life, So I may have thee as a second wife. Divi e is thy discourse, Like to thy beauty. My Love. Infortuna. 'Tis she, a word; theres no retiring hence. In vain you strive, my force opposed against yours, Will easily subdue your woman's strength, But theres a power included in your eye That conquers Kings, subdues a Deity. And he that had the strength to rule those graces, Might never be caught, yet view the brightest faces: One kiss, and I'll no more importune you. But you must give it me. It must be so. Now by my crown I swear. At Lovers perjury, the Gods themselves do wink. If thou but spoil a hair, Or shed one drop of her celestial blood For any courtesy I have offered her, My wrath shall: as a fury haunt the deed. And I'll torment thee for such cruelty, Worse then the damned in the world below. I seldom threaten, but I do it straight, Her death thy Hell, look too't, 'tis a shrewd fate. Prosperity I think was born in France, 'Tis so ipuious unto all our act ; And Like subject waits upon our will: To morrow is this happy interview, In which Fitz-waters and the Earl of Art ise, Have promised to surprise the English King, And the ambitious Palsgrave. We are beholding to you Gentlemen, For this your Courtship, pray discover now. We will, and make you all die prisoners. Not to be overcome. Matchless, and far beyond the praise of words, are all thy actions, let me honour thee. Caesar resign your Title vntyo S y, and Sa uoy, fit you up, while the doctors hear join all their hands to make thee Emperor. Young, sayre, and lovely, is she not Poytiers ? What and my Queen alive, that would seem strange. We have felt the valour of the English King, And of his son, the Black Prince now deceased: Witness Poytiers and Cressey, where our blood Royal, although it be saved to make clay Moist with the showers, and temper the dry earth: When I and all my sons were prisoners taken, And had to England to be wondered at: Ransomed although I was, it grieves me much I cannot do the Like unto my foe. This theme our counsel shall at large discuss, Till when, to England weel Ambassage send, To advise King Edward not to be our foe, Left it offend us, that are friends to both: If the Dove speed not, weel the Serpent prove. No, if I might entreat these reverend Bishops, By them I would direct this Embassy: Since it concerns them, it behooves they stir, Who know the sweets, will cause no war. King Edward here? I'll think of that hereafter: now, the news? You know your charge, be mild, but yet not base, Though we give ground, we will not loose our place. Shee'll never yield! why do I woo her then? Because I cannot bridle my desires, Nor sleep, nor cate, but as I dream of her: She's to me as my Genius, or my soul, And more then they, because she governs them. Some way I'll take, my freedom to recover: That there's no physic made to cure a Lover! I mistook thy name: Yet now I think on't, I had busy thoughts How I might raise that Virgin to some Honour, And match her with some worthy Peer of France. Nay then you wrong me, I meant virtuously; Believe me Sweet I did, I love thee so, No evil thought should make me wrong thy bed, By this it shall not, this, and this, my Love. Kisses her. I love thee as I should: What, we have lived together twenty years, And never wronged each other, should I now Be the first causer of the marriage breach? Banish such thoughts, let all mistrust begun. If she grow jealous, I am twice undone. Exit. F. King. Where is the Queen she promised us a mask? Be Jovial Caesar: mitrth began the night: And we will end it with the Like delight. Speak still, I'll hear thee. (Exit Floramell. 'Tis done: And with this kiss, a second Fire begun, More ardent are my thoughts now then before: Ilou'd thee well, but now I love thee more. Thou shalt not leave me, but for ever dwell, Where I abide, thy absence is my hell. I'll answer for the Virgin, By my good Fortune's once, now by my beard, She is as nobly virtuous of a stranger, As ere I knew, and though I sought her love, I never obtained it.