AEGIALE

Leave e a while my Lords and wait for me, At the black fountain, by Os is grove, le walk alone to holy Irus cave, Talking a little while with him and then return. Ianthe begone. Now Irus Let thy minds eternal eye, Extend the virtue of it passed the Sun. Ah my Cleanthes where art thou become, But since I saved thy guiltless life from death, And turned it onelyinto banishment, Forgive me love, me pity comfort me. Thanks reverent Irus for thy gentle prayer, Dismiss thy man a while and I will led thee, For I have weighty secrets to impart. Irus thy skill to tell the drifts of fate, Our Fortune's and things hid from sensual eyes, Hath sent me to thee for advertisement. Where Duke Cle nthes lives that was exiled, This kingdom for attempting me with love, And offering stain to A ipts royal bed. What shall I use then what is in my power, I will not use for his discovery, I'll bind the wings of love unto mine arms, And Like a Eagle prying for her pray, Will overlook the earth's round face for him, Were this sufficient. Or I will Moorelike learn to swim and dive. Into the bottom of the Sea for him. Least being the son of Aegypt and now set, Thetis in rage with love would ravish him. Were this sufficient. Most rich is Irus in his poverty O that to find his skill my crown were lost. None but poor Irus can of riches boast, Now my Clea these I will straight advance Thy lovely pictures on each monument About the City and within the land. Proposing twice five thousand Crowns to him, That finds him to be tendered by my hands, And a kind kiss at my imperial lipes, To him that succours him, I'll threaten death, But he that does not threaten him shall die, For who is worthy, life will see him want. To all his pictures when they be dispersed. Will I continual pilgrimages make, As to the saints and Idols I adore, Where I will offer sighs, and vows, and tears. And sanc ifice a hecatomb of beast, On several alters built where they are placed, By them shall Isis stature gently stand, And I'll pretend my Jealous rites to her But my Cleanthes shall the object be, And I will kneel and pray to none but he. Advance that picture on this fatal spring, And Herald speak uttering the kings edict. Which Gods forbid, and put it in his mind. Not so to stomach his unjust exile. That he convert the fury of his arm, Against fosaken Egypt taking partly, With those four neighbour kings that threaten him, And have besieged his most Imperial town. So will I lovely Ianthe come then. Let us go call forth sacred Isis Nymph's, To help us keep the game in cealesse view, That to the busy brightness of his eyes. We may so intervent his shifts to escape. That giddy with his turning he may fallen, Slain with our beauty's more then sword on darts. My Lord what mean you, go Aspasia, Send for some Ladeis to go play with you, At chess, at Billiardes, and at other game, Ianthe attend her. You take a course my Lord to make her coy, To urge so much the love of Worser ricles, And frame a virtue of her wanton hate, We must persuade her that he loves her not, But that his services and vows of love, Are but the gentle complimentes of court, So would she think that if she would have loud, She might have won him. And with that conceit of hardness to be won, His merits grace will shine more clearly, In her turning eyes, Things hard to win with ease makes love ited, And favours won with ease are hardly quited, Then make as If you loud her not my Lord. Be ruled by me yet, and I warrant you, She quickly shall believe you love her not, Look not on her so much. Now trust me such a wry neck love was never seen, But come with me my Lord and I'll instruct you better O Irus shall thy long approved skill, Fail in my Fortune's only, when shall I meet, With my Cleanthes what a world of time, Is it for me to lie as in a sound, Without my life Cleanthes, can it be, That I shall ever entertain again, Having the habit of cold death in me, My life Cleanthes. Let me come in you knaves, I say let me come in, Shall we be troubled now with this rude Count Whats that you traitor. I spoke them not but had you been so bade, As some men are you might have said as much, By fi S only therefore I must needs, Think much the better of you to conceal it, I will sweet Jrus being well assured, That whatsoever thy sharp wisdoms sees, In my sad frailty thou w llt h we regard, To my estate and name and keep clo To true it is graven Irus How would to told, But for my loves sake which not Gods can rule, Strike me no more of that wound yet too green, But only tell me where Cleanthes is, That I may follow him in some disguise, And make him recompense for all his wrong. Happy and blessed be Irus for his skill He sweetly plants in my contentious mind, For which most reverent and religious man, I give this Jewel to thee richly worth. A kentall or and h ndreth weight of gold, Bestow it as thou list on some good work, For well I know thou nothing dost reserve, Of all thy riches men bestow on thee, But wouldst thou leave this place and poor men life, The count of Egypt should embrace thy feet, And Topless honours be bestowed on thee, The man is mad chains and a whip for him. This serpents counsel stings me to the heart. Mounts to my brain and binds my prince of sense. My voluntary motion and my life, Sitting it self triumphing in there thrones, And that does force my hand to take this knife, That bows my knees and sets me by thy branch, O my diones o my only son, Canst thou now feel the rigour of a knife, No thou art senseless and I'll cut thee up, I'll shroud thee in my bosom safe from storms, And trust no more my trustless guard with thee, Come then return unto thy mother's arms, and when I pull thee forth to scrue the fire, turn thy self wholly into a burning tongue, in voking furies and infernal death, to cool thy torments with thy father's breath. 'Tis true and kills me to remember it. The king is so advised to give him death. O excreable counsel.