COMOLET

Come worthiest son, I am passed measure glad, That you (whose worth I have approved so long) Should be the Object of her fearful love; Since both your wit and spirit can adapt Their full force to supply her utmost weakness: You know her worths and virtues, for Report Of all that know, is to a man a knowledge: You know beside, that our affections storm, Raised in our blood, no Reason can reform. Though she seek then their satisfaction, (Which she must needs, or rest unsatisfied) Your judgement will esteem her peace thus wrought, Nothing less deer, than if your self had sought: And (with another colour, which my Art Shall teach you to lay on) your self must seem The only agent, and the first Orb Move, In this our set, and cunning world of Love. 'Tis this, good son; Lord Barrisor (whom you slew) Did love her dearly, and with all fit means Hath urged his acceptation, of all which She keeps one letter written in his blood: You must say thus then, That you herd from me How much her self was touched in conscience With a Report (which is in truth dispersed) That your main quarrel grew about her love, Lord Barrisor, imagining your Courtship Of the great Guises Duchess in the Presence, Was by you made to his elected mistress: And so made me your mean now to resolve her, Choosing (by my direction) this nights depth, For the more clear avoiding of all note, Of your presumed presence, and with this (To clear her hands of such a lovers blood) She will so kindly thank and entertain you, (Me thinks I see how) I, and ten to one, Show you the confirmation in his blood, Lest you should think report and she did feign, That you shall so have circumstantial means, To come to the direct, which must be used: For the direct is crooked; Love comes flying; The height of love is still won with denying. Madam. You will pardon me, I hope, That, so beyond your expectation, (And at a time for visitants so unfit) I (with my noble friend here) visit you: You know that my access at any time Hath ever been admitted; and that friend That my care will presume to bring with me, Shall have all circumstance of worth in him, To merit as free welcome as my self. May it be worth it to you honoured daughter. We soon will take the darkness from his face That did that deed of darkness; we will know What now the Monsieur and your husband do; What is contained within the secret paper Offered by Monsieur, and your loves events: To which ends (honoured daughter) at your motion, I have put on these exorcising Rites, And, by my power of learned holiness Vouchsafed me from above, I will command Our resolution of a raised spirit. Stand sure together then, what ere you see, And stir not, as you tender all our lives. Occidentalium legionum spiritalium imperator (magnus ille Be hemoth) veni, veni, comitatus cum Asaroth locotenente inui cto. Adjuro to per stygis inscrutabilia arcana, per ipsos irre meabiles anfractus auerni: adesto o Behemoth, tu cui pervia sunt Magnatum scrinia; veni, per Noctis & tenebrarum ab dita profundissima; Thunder. per labentia sidera; per ipsos motus ho rarum furtiuos, Hecates que altum silentium: Appare in forma spiritali, lucente splendida & amabili. Ascendit. I would see What now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie do; And see the secret paper that the Monsieur Offered to Count Montsurry, longing much To know on what events the secret loves Of these two honoured persons shall arrive. From the last nights black depth, I called up one Of the inferior ablest ministers, And he could not resolve me; send one then Out of thine own command, to fetch the paper That Monsieur hath to show to Count Montsurry. Till he returns (great prince of darkness) Tell me, if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry Are yet encountered. Show us all their persons, And represent the place, with all their actions. Do not stir: Ther's too much distance and too many locks Betwixt you & them: (how near so ever they seem) For any man to interrupt their secrets. What shall become of us? He will: be sure. MY Lord remember that your soul must seek Her peace, as well as your revengeful blood: You ever, to this hour have proved your self A noble, zealous, and obedient son, T'our holy mother: be not and apostate: Your wives offence serves not, (were it the worst You can imagine, without greater proofs) To sever your eternal bonds, and hearts; Much less to touch her with a bloody hand: Nor is it manly (much less husbandly) To expiate any frailty in your wife, With churlish strokes, or beastly ods of strength: The stony birth of clouds, will touch no laurel: Nor any sleeper; your wife is your laurel: And sweetest sleeper; do not touch her then Be not more rude than the wild seed of vapor, To her that is more gentle than it rude; In whom kind nature suffered one offence But to set of, her other excellence. It is a damned work to pursue those secrets, That would open more sin, and prove springs of slaughter; Nor is't a path for Christian feet to touch; But out of all way to the health of souls, A sin impossible to be forgiven: Which he that dares commit; Then God inspire you both with thoughts and deeds Worthy his high respect, and your own souls. Exit Come. Ascendit Comolet. What rape of honour and religion? Oh wrack of nature. She must never know That you know any thing of any love Sustained on her partly: For learn this of me; In any thing a woman does alone, If she dissemble, she thinks 'tis not done; If not dissemble, nor a little chide, Give her her wish, she is not satisfied; To have a man think that she never seeks, Does her more good than to have all she likes: This frailty sticks in them beyond their sex; Which to reform, reason is too perplex: Urge reason to them, it will do no good; Humour (that is the chariot of our food In every body) must in them be fed, To carry their affections by it bred. Stand close. Note what I want, my son, and be forewarned: Oh there are bloody deeds passed and to come, I cannot stay: a fate does ravish me: I'll meet thee in the chamber of thy love. Exit. 'Tis the joust curse of our abused creation, Which we must suffer here, and escape hereafter: He hath the great mind that submits to all, He sees inevitable; he the small That carps at earth, and her foundation shaker, And rather than himself, will mend his maker. Back coward murderers, back. Breath thee brave son against the other charge. What have you done slaves? irreligious Lord? Forgive thy murderers. Son of the earth, whom my unrested soul, es to-have begotten in the faith of heaven; (Since thy revengeful Spirit hath rejected The charity it commands, and the remission To serve and worship, the blind rage of blood) Assay to gratulate and pacify, The soul fled from this worthy by performing The Christian reconcilement he besought Betwixt thee and thy Lady, let her wounds Manlesly dug in her, be eased and cured With balm of thine own tears: or be assured Never to rest free from my haunt and horror. Remove, deer daughter, and content thy husband: So piety wills thee, and thy servants peace. My terrors are strook inward, and no more My penance will allow they shall enforce Earthly afflictions but upon my self: Farewell brave relicts of a complete man: Look up and see thy spirit made a star, Join flames with Hercules: and when thou settest Thy radiant forehead in the firmament, Make the vast continent, crack with thy receipt, Spread to a world of fire: and aged sky, Cheer with new sparks of old humanity.