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As how sir? Living my Lord? I cannot tell: A man Does never know the goodness of his stomach Till he sees meat before him. Were I dared, Perhaps as he was, I durst do Like him. 'Tis stale, he told you it. What but the sole support, And most expectant hope of all our France, The towards victor of the whole low Countries? I shall my Lord, with study. Even what you please to think. I think you would So it would you: No not a jot. No sir. Pray proceed. Never doubt it, sir. Well Sir, 'twere A good Knights place. Many a proud dubbed Gallant Seeks out a poor Knights living from such Emrods. Or what use else should I design thee to? Perhaps you'll answer me, to be my Pander. Perhaps I shall. But killing of the King. I and you better. You are a Kings son born. And a Kings brother. And might not any fool have been so too, As well as you? You did no Princely deeds Ere you're born (I take it) to deserve it; Nor did you any sinc that I have herd; Nor will do ever any, as all think. But what one great man dreams of that, but you? All take their births and birthrights left to them (Acquired by others) for their own worths purchase, When many a fool in both, is great as they: And who would think they could win with their worths Wealthy possessions, when won to their hands They neither can judge justly of their valve, Nor know their use; and therefore they are puffed With such proud tumours as this Monsieur is: Enabled only by the goods they have, To scorn all goodness: none great, fill their Fortune's, But as those men that make their houses greater, Their households being less, so Fortune raises Huge heaps of outside in these mighty men, And gives them nothing in them. Nay, we must now have nothing brought on Stages, But puppetry, and pide ridiculous Antics: Men thither come, to laugh, and feed foole-fat, Check at all goodness there, as king profaned: When wheresoever goodness comes, she makes The place still sacred; though with other feet Never so much 'tis scandal'd, and polluted. Let me learn any thing that fits a man, In any Stables shown, as well as Stages. Yes: and right worthily: and Stages too Have a respect endue to them: if but only, For what the good Greek Moralists says of them; Is a man proud of greatness, or of riches? Give me and expert Actor; I'll show all, That can within his greatest glory fallen. Is a man fraid with poverty and lowness? Give me and Actor, I'll show every eye What he laments so, and so much does fly, The best and worst of both: if but for this then, To make the proudest outside that most swells, With things without him, and above his worth, See how small cause he has to be so blown up; And the most poor man, to be grieved with poorness, Both being so easily born by expert Actors. The Stage and Actors are not so contemptful, As every innovating Puritane, And ignorant sweater out of zealous envy, Would have the world imagine. And beside, That all things have been likened to the mirth, Used upon Stages, and for Stages fitted. The splenative Philosopher that ever Laughed at them all, were worthy the enstaging: All objects, were they never so full of tears, He so conceited, that he could distil thence Matter that still fed his ridiculous humour. Herd he a Lawyer, never so vehement pleading, He stood and laughed. Herd he a Tradesman swearing Never so thriftily (selling of his wares;) He stood and laughed. Herd he and holy brother, For hollow oh tentation at his prayers Never so impetuously; he stood and laughed. Saw he a great man never so insulting, Severely inflicting, gravely giving laws, Not for their good, but his; he stood and laughed. Saw he a youthful widow Never so weeping, wringing of her hands, For her lost Lord, still the Philosopher laughed: Now whither he supposed all these presentments, Were only maskeries, and wore false faces: Or else were simply vain, I take no care, But still he laughed, how graven soere they were. I have here my Challenge, Which I will pray my Brother Baligny To bear the murderous Earl. Now, to my Challenge. What's the place, the weapon? Possible! How did you then? They are the breathing Sepulchres of Noblesse: No trulier noble men, then Lions pictures Hung up for signs, are Lions. Quo molii gunt E I to. Who knows not, That Lyons the more soft kept, are more servile? And look how Lyons close kept, fed by hand, Loose quite innative fire of spirit and greatness That Lyons free breathe, foraging for prey; And grow so gross, that mastiffs, curs, and mongrils Have spirit to cow them: So our soft French Nobles Chained up in ease and numbed security, Their spirits shrunk up Like their covetous fists, And never opened but Domitian-like, And all his base obsequious minions When they were catching, though it were but flies. Besotted with their peasants love of gain, Rusting at home, and on each other preying, Are for their greatness but the greater slaves, And none is noble but who scrapes and saves. So Children mounted on their hobbyhorse, Think they are riding, when with wanton toil They bear what should bear them. A man may well Compare them to those foolish great-spleen'd Camels, That to their high heads, begged of Jove horns higher; Whose most uncomely, and ridiculous pride When he had satisfied, they could not use, But where they went upright before, they stooped, Simi . And boar their heads much lower for their horns. As these high men do low in all true grace, Their height being privilege to all things base. And as the foolish Poet that still writ All his most self-loved verse in paper royal, Or Parchment ruled with Led, smoothed with the Pum ce; Bound richly up, and strung with Crimson strings; Never so blessed as when he writ and read The Ape-lou'd issue of his brain; and never But joying in himself; admiring ever: Yet in his works behold him, and he showed Like to a ditcher. So these painted men, All set on outside, look upon within, And not a peasants entrails you shall find More foul and mezel'd, nor more starved of mind. One act? what one? Good Heaven! wherein? what one act can you name Supposed his stain, that I'll not prove his luster? The Massacre? I thought it some such blemish. To a brutish sense, But not a manly reason. We so tender The vile partly in us, that the partly divine We see in hell, and shrink not. Who was first Head of that Massacre? 'Tis nothing so. Who was in fault for all the slaughters made In Ilion, and about it? Were the Greeks? Was it not Paris ravishing the Queen Of Lacaedemon? Breach of shame and faith? And all the laws of Hospitality? This is the Beastly slaughter made of men, When Truth is overthrown, his Laws corrupted; When souls are smothered in the flattered flesh, Slain bodies are no more then Oxen slain. Who says so? But see wherein; In the understanding rules Of their opinions, lives, and actions; In their communities of faith and reason. Was not the Wolf that nourished Romulus More humane then the men that did expose him? Not sir, if you note That by that deed, the actions difference make Betwixt men and beasts, and not their names nor forms. Had faith, nor shame, all hospitable rights Be ne broke by Troy, Greece had not made that slaughter. Had that been saved (says a Philosopher) The Iliads and Odysseus had been lost, Had Faith and true Religion been preferred, Religious Guise had never massacerd, I'll see my Lord the Guise again before We take our journey. That praise at no partly moves me, but the worth Of all he can give others sphered in him. You come something latter From Court my Lord then I: And since news there Is every day increasing with affairs, Must I not ask now, what the news is there? Where the Court lies? what stir? change? what avise From England, Italy. The Locrian Princes therefore were brave Rubers; For whosoever there came new from Country, And in the City asked, what news? was punished: Since commonly such brains are most delighted With innovations, Gossips tales, and mischiefs: But as of Lyons it is said and Eagles, That when they go, they draw their seeres and talons Close up, to shun rebating of their sharpness: So our wits sharpness, which we should employ In noblest knowledge, we should never waste In vile and vulgar admirations. I: Would he would not do so. Honour never Should be esteemed with wise men, as the price And valve of their virtuous Services, But as their sign or Badge: for that betrays More glory in the outward grace of goodness, Then in the good it self; and then 'tis said: Who more joy takes, that men his good advance, Then in the good it self, does it by chance. What Gentleman? That was a merry saying; he took measure Of his deer time Like a most thri tie husband. Strange ones, and fit for a Novation; Weighty, unheard of, mischievous enough. Read them, good my Lord. Read on. That's a found one. So I conceive it Sister: isle not wrong My well known Brother for Anonymos, Shall we revenge a villainy with villainy? Shall we equal be With villains? Is that your reason? Nought that is Approved by Reason, can be Cowardice. We must wreak our wrongs So, as we take not more. No time occurs to Kings, much less to Virtue; Not can we call it Virtue that proceeds From vicious Fury. I repent that ever (By any instigation in th'appearance My Brother's spirit made, as I imagined) That ever I yielded to revenge his murder. All worthy men should ever bring their blood To bear all ill, not to be wreakt with good: Do ill for no ill: Never private cause Should take on it the partly of public Laws. Good Sister trouble not your self with this: Take other Ladies care; practice your face. There's the chaste Matron, Madame Perigot, Dwells not far hence, I'll ride and send her to you, She did live by retailing maiden heads In her minority: but now she deals In wholesale altogether for the Court. I tell you, she's the only fashion-monger, For your complexion, poudring of your hair, Shadows, Rebates, Wires, Tires, and such tricks, That Cambray, or I think, the Court affords: She shall attend you Sister, and with these Womanly practises imply your spirit; This other suits you not, nor fits the fashion. Though she be deer, lay't on, spare for no cost, Ladies in these have all their bounties lost. This is not caused by that: 'twill be as sure As yet it is not, though this should be true. I suppose the worst, Which far I am from thinking; and despise The Army now in battle that should act it. I would not let my blood up to that thought, But it should cost the dearest blood in France. Sweet Sister, [osculatur] fa re be both off as the fact Of my feigned apprehension. Himself alone? Attend him in. [Exit Mess.] Now comes this plot to trial, I shall discern (if it be true as rare) Some sparks will fly from his dissembling eyes. I'll found his depth. As much to you good Captain. What's th'affaire. And must they take me? If you have charged them, You being charged your self, to apprehend me, Turn not your face: throw not your looks about so. Why not? by your direct charge from the King? Acts that are done by Kings, are not asked why. I'll not dispute the case, but I will search you. For Letters. Go to: I must doo't. Stand and be searched; you know me. So coy to be searched? Come, be not furious; when I have done You shall make such a Carrier of me If't be your pleasure: you're my friend I know, And so am bold with you. Swear you have nothing. I herd him make that reason, and am sorry I had no thought of it before I made Thus bold with you; since 'tis such Ruberb to you. I'll therefore search no more. If you are charged (By Letters from the King, or otherwise) To apprehend me; never spice it more With forced terms of your love, but say: I yield; Hold; take my sword; here; I forgive thee freely; Take; do thine office. Your faith to me? In that sense I accept your oath, and thank you. I gave my word to go, and I will go. My Scotch horse to their Army. 'Tis well; I'll come; my hand. I had and aversation to this voyage, When first my Brother moved it; and have found That native power in me was never vain; Y to now neglected it. I wonder much At my inconstancy in these decrees, I eum ry hour set down to guide my life. When Homer made Achilles passionate, Wra h ull, revengeful and insatiate In his aff ctions; what man will deny, He did compose it all of industry, To let men see that men of most renown, Strongest, noblest, fairest, if they set not down Decrees within them, for disposing these, Of udgement, Resolution, Uprightness, And certain knowledge, of their use and ends Mishap and misery no less extends To their destruction; with all that they prised, Then to the poorest, and the most despised. What? I shall approve how vile I valve fear Of death at all times: but to be too rash, Without both will and care to shun the worst, (It being in power to do, well and with cheer) Is stupid negligence, and worse then fear. No, I cannot doo't. My sister truly said; there hung a tail Of circumstance so black on that supposure, That to sustain it thus, abhorred our mettle. And I can shun it too, in spite of all: Not going to field: and there to, being so mounted As I will, since I go. I am engaged both in my word, and hand; But this is it, that makes me thus retired, To call my self account, how this affair Is to be managed if the worst should chance: With which I note, how dangerous it is, For any man to press beyond the place, To which his birth, or means, or knowledge ties him; For my partly, though of noble birth my birthright Had little left it, and I know 'tis better To live with little; and to keep within A men own strength still, and in men true end, Then run a mixed course. Good and bade hold never Any thing common: you can never find Things outward care, but you neglect your mind. God hath the whole world perfect made and free; His parts to th'vse of th'all; men then that are Parts of that all, must as the general sway Of that imports, willingly obey In every thing without their power to change. He that unpleased to hold his place, will range, Can in no other be contained that's fit, And so re isting th'All, is crushed with it. But he that knowing how divine a Frame The whole world is: and of it all, can name (Without self-flattery) no partly so divine, As he himself; and therefore will confine Freely, his whole powers, in his proper partly, Goes on most Godlike. He that strives t'inuert The Universals course with his poor way, Not only dust-like shivers with the sway, But crossing God in his great work; all earth Bears not so cursed, and so damned a birth. As the world esteems it. But to decide that; you make me remember And accident of high and noble note, And fits the subject of my late discourse, Of holding on our free and proper way. I overtook, coming from Italy, In Germany, a great and famous Earl Of England; the most goodly fashioned man I ever awe: from head to foot in form Rare, and most absolute; he had a face Like one of the most ancient honoured Romans, From whence his noblest Family was derived; He was beside of spirit passing great, Valiant, and learned, and liberal as the Sun, Spoke and writ sweetly, or of learned subjects, Or of the discipline of public weals; And was the Earl of Oxford: and being offered At that time, by Duke Cassimere, the view Of his right royal Army then in field; Refused it, and no foot was moved, to stir Out of his own free fore-determined course: I wondering at it, asked for it his reason, It being and offer so much for his honour. He, all acknowledging, said, was not fit To take those honours that one cannot quit. And yet he cast it only in the way, To stay and serve the world. Nor did it fit His own true estimate how much it weighed, For he despised it; and esteemed it freer To keep his own way straight, and swore that he Had rather make away his whole estate In things that crossed the vulgar, then he would Be frozen up, stiff, Like a sir John Smith (His Countryman) in common Nobles fashions; Affecting, as the end of Noblesse were Those servile observations Oh 'tis a vexing sighed to see a man Out of his way, stalk, proud as he were in; Out of his way to be officious, Observant, wary, serious, and graven, Fearful, and passionate, insulting, raging, Labour with iron Flails, to thresh down feathers Flitting in air. These are too graven for brave wits: give them toys, Labour bestowed on these is harsh and thriftless. If you would Consul be (says one) of Room, You must be watching, starting out of sleeps; Every way whisking; glorifying Plebeians, K ssing Patricians hands, Rot at their doors; Speak and do basely; eum y day bestow Gifts and observance upon one or other: And what's the vent of all? Twelve Rods before thee, Three or f ure times fit for the whole Tribunal. Exhibit Circean Games; make public feasts, And f r these idle outward things (says he) Wouldst thou lay on such cost, toil, spend thy spirits. And to be void of perturbation For constancy: sleep when thou wouldst have sleep, Wake wh n thou wouldst wake, fear nought, vex for nought, No pains wilt thou bestow? no cost? no thought? I come. I pray you see my running horse Brought to the back-gate to me. Chance what can chance me; well or ill is equal In my acceptance, since I joy in neither; B to go with sway of all the world together. In all successes, Fortune and the day To me alike are; I am fixed, be she Never so fickle; and will there repose, Far passed the reach of any Die she throws. You have much joy too, I made you sport yet, but I pray you tell me, Are not you perjured? Yet perjury I hope is perjury. The things are yet the same. Are married women public? Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none: Retain you that Sir? who said so? Thy own tongue damn thy infidelity. But Captains all you know me nobly born, Use ye t'assault such men as I with Lackeys. Avant ye Rascals, hence. Let me not see them more. Yet false policy Would cover all, being Like offenders hid, That (after notice taken where they hide) The more they crouch and stir, the more are spied. Some informer, Blood hound to mischief, usher to the Hangman, Thy sty of honour for some huge state act Perceiving me great with the worthy Guise: And he (I know not why) held dangerous, Made me the desperate organ of his danger, Only with that poor colour: 'tis the common And more then whorelike trick of treachery, And vermin bred to rapine, and to ruin: For which this fault is still to be accused, Since good acts fail, crafts and deceits are used. If it be other never pity me. At his pleasure. In mean time, what's your will Lord Lieutenant? It shall be done: this heavily prevents My purposed recreation in these parts; Which now I think on: let me beg you sir, To lend me some one Captain of your Troops, To bear the message of my hapless service, And miss rye, to my most noble mistress, Countess of Cambray: to whose house this night I promised my repair, and know most truly, With all the ceremonies of her favour, She sure expects me. On that, sir? I, and that so worthily, That if the King in spite of your great service, Would send me instant promise of enlargement, Condition I would set this message by, I would not take it, but had rather die. I thank you sir, and doubt not yet to live To quite your kindness. Good sir, believe that no particular torture Can force me from my glad obedience To any thing the high and general cause, To match with his whole Fabric, hath ordainde, And know ye all (though far from all your aims, Yet worth them all, and all men's endless studies) That in this one thing, all the discipline Of manners, and of manhood is contained; A man to join himself with universe, In his main sway, and make (in all things fit) One with that all, and go on, round as it; Not plucking from the whole his wretched partly, And into strai es, or into nought revert, Wishing the complete Universe might be Subject to such a rag of it as he: But to consider great necessity All things as well refract, as voluntary Reduceth to the prime celestial cause, Which he that yields to with a men applause, And cheek, by cheek, goes; crossing it, no breath, But Like Gods Image, follows to the death, That man is truly wise, and every thing, (Each cause, and every partly distinguishing) In Nature, with enough Art understands, And that full glory merits at all hands, That does the whole world at all parts adorn, And appe taines to one celestial born. Who ever saw me differ in acceptance Of either fortune? To love nothing outward, Or not within our own powers to command; And so being sure of every thing we love, Who cares to loose the rest: if any man Would neither live nor die in his free choice, But as he sees necessity will have it, (Which if he would resist, he strives in vain) What can come near him, that he does not well, And if in worst events, his will be done; How can the best be better? all is one. Put no difference If you have this, or not this; but as children Playing at continued tes, ever regard their game, And care not for their coites; so let a man The things themselves that touch him not esteem, But his free power in well disposing them. Me thinks this double distich Seems prettily too, to stay superfluous longings: Not to have want, what riches does exceed? Not to be subject, what superior thing? He that to nought aspires, does nothing need; Who breaks no Law is subject to no King. 'Tis so; rank custom raps men so beyond it, And as 'tis hard, so well men's doors to bar To keep the cat out, and adulterer; So 'tis as hard to curb affections so, We let in nought to make them overflow. And as of Homers verses, many Critics On those stand, of which times old moth hath eaten, The first or last feet, and the perfect parts, of his unmatched Poem sink beneath, With upright gasping, and sloth dull as death: So the unprofitable things of life, And those we cannot compass, we affect; All that does profit, and we have, neglect, Like covetous, and basely getting men, That gathering much, use never what they keep; But for the least they lose, extremely weep, 'Tis well bestowed on you, meat and men sick Agree Like this, and you; and yet even this Is th'end of all skill, power, wealth, all that is. Welcome worthy friend. This is to me, compared with her much moan, As one tear is to her whole passion. These clouds I doubt not, will be soon blown over. Repeat not that sir: the amends makes all: I see all, and will haste as it imports. And good friend, since I must delay a little My wished attendance on my noblest Mistress, Excuse me to her, with return of this, And endless protestation of my service; And now become as glad a messenger, As you were late a woeful. It hath enough, it graced with truth in one, To'th other falsehood and confusion. Lead to'th Court sir. Nor could you learn the person? It but your fancy then a waking dream: For as in sleep, which binds both the outward senses, And the sense common to; imagining power (Stirred up by forms hid in the memories store, Or by the vapours of overflowing humours In bodies full and foul; and mixed with spirits,) Feigns many strange, miraculous images, In which act, it so painfully applies It self to those forms, that the common sense It actuates with his motion; and thereby Those fictions true seem, and have real act: So, in the strength of our conceits, awake, The cause alike, does of Like fictions make. Retire then from them all. Let all fallen that would rise unlawfully: Make not your forward spirit in virtues right, A property for vice, by thrusting on Further then all your powers can fetch you off. It is enough, your will is infinite To all things virtuous and religious, Which within limits kept, may without danger, Let virtue some good from your Graces gather, Avarice of all is ever nothings father. Saw you nothing here? My Brother's spirit, urging his revenge. No, by my love and service. We easily may believe it, since we see In this world's practice few men better be. Justice to live does nought but Justice need, But Policy must still on mischief feed. Untruth for all his ends, truths name does sue in; None safely live, but those that study ruin. A good man happy, is a common good; Ill men advanced live of the common blood. Ensue what can: Tyrants may kill, but never hurt a man; All to his good makes, spite of death and hell. My good friend, friendly welcome. How took my noblest mistress the changed news? All good forbid it. All must be born my Lord: and yet this chance Would willingly enforce a man to cast off All power to bear with comfort, since he sees In this, our comforts made our Misery's. In love of women, my affection first Takes fire out of the frail parts of my blood; Which till I have enjoyed, is passionate, Like other lovers: but fruition passed I then love out of judgement; the desert Of her I love, still sticking in my heart, Though the desire, and the delight be gone, Which must chance still, since the comparison Made upon trial betwixt what reason loves, And what affection, makes in me the best Ever preferred; what most love, valuing lest. If there were love in marriage so I would; But I deny that any man does love, Affecting wives, maids, widows, any women: For neither Fly S love milk, although they drown In greedy search thereof; nor does the Be Love honey, though the labour of her life Is spent in gathering it; nor those that fat Or beasts or fowls, do any thing therein For any love: for as when only nature Moves men to meat, as far as her power rules, She does it with a temperate appetite, The too much men devour, abhorring nature; And in our most health, is our most disease: So, when humanity rules men and women. 'Tis for society confined in reason. But what excites the beds desire in blood, By no means justly can be construed love; For when love kindles any knowing spirit, It ends in virtue and effects divine; And is in friendship chaste, and masculine. No, let him use it. Exclaim not; 'tis in vain, and base in you, Being one, to only one. With what blood charge you her? it may be mine As well as yours; there shall not any else Enter or touch you: I confer no guards, Nor imitate the murderous course you took; But single here, will have my former challenge, Now answered single, not a minute more My brother's blood shall stay for his revenge, If I can act it; if not, mine shall add A double conquest to you, that alone Put it to fortune now, and use no ods. Storm not, nor beat your self thus gainst the doors, Like to a savage vermin in a trap: All doors are sure made, and you cannot escape, But by your valour, If you will die so Like a beast, you shall, But when the spirit of a man may save you, Do not so shame man, and a Noble man. Here then. What's that? No, I'll not fight against my brother's sword, Not that I fear it, but since 'tis a trick, For you to show your back. Your honourable oath, plain truth no place would Where oaths are honourable. Revenge your wounds now madame, I resign him Up to your full will, since he will not fight. First you shall torture him (as he did you, And Justice wills) and then pay I my vow. Here, take this Poigniard. Why (good my Lord) is it a greater shame For her then you? come, I will be the bans You used to her, profaning her fair hands. Receive it freely. It is very noble. Had it be ne free (at least) and of your self, And thus we see (where valour most does vant) What 'tis to make a coward valiant. That you shall. True sir, 'tis in fortune. True as you are changed, Her power in me urged, makes y'another man, Then yet you ever were. Your Lordship must by all means. What would you sir? Against which of us? My Sister? know you her? Now alas good sir, Think you you could do more? Y'haue a mind Like to my Sister, but have patience now, If next charge speed not, I'll resign to you. No, my Lord, I am the man in fate, and since so bravely Your Lordship stands me, escape but one more charge, And on my life, I'll set your life at large. Noble and Christian. And should, for all faults found in him before, These words, this end, makes full amends and more. Rest worthy soul, and with it the deer spirit Of my loved Brother, rest in endless peace: Soft lie thy bones Heaven be your souls abided, And to your ashes be the earth no load. How strange is this? the Guise amongst these spirits, And his great Brother Cardinal, both yet living, And that the rest with them, with joy thus celebrate This our revenge? This certainly presages Some instant death both to the Guise and Cardinal. That the Shattilians Ghost to should thus join In celebration of this joust revenge, With Guise, that boar a chief stroke in his death, It seems that now he does approve the act, And these true shadows of the Guise and Cardinal, Forerunning thus their bodies, may approve That all things to be done, as here we live, Are done before all times in th'other life. That Spirits should rise in these times yet are fables; Though learnedest men hold that our sensive spirits A little time abide about the graves Of their deceased bodies; and can take In cold condenc't air, the same forms they had, When they were shut up in this bodies shade. Avert it Heaven. The worst, and most accursed of things creeping On earth's sad bosom. Let me pray ye all A little to forbear, and let me use Freely mine own mind in lamenting him. I'll call ye straight again. Shall I live, and he Dead, that alone gave means of life to me? There's no disputing with the acts of Kings, Revenge is impious on their sacred persons: And could I play the worldling (no man loving Longer then gain is reaped, or grace from him) I should survive, and shall be wondered at, (Though in mine own hands being) I end with him: But Friendship is the Sement of two minds, As of one man the soul and body is, Of which one cannot sever, but the other Suffers a needful separation. Since I could skill of man, I never lived To please men worldly, and shall I in death, Respect their pleasures, making such a jar etwixt my death and life, when death should make The consort sweetest; th'end being proof and crown To all the skill and worth we truly own? Guise, Oh my Lord, how shall I cast from me The bans and coverts hindering me from thee? The garment or the cover of the mind, The humane soul is; of the soul, the spirit The proper robe is; of the spirit, the blood; And of the blood, the body is the shroud. With that must I begin then to unclothe, And come at th'other. Now then as a ship, Touching at strange, and far removed shores; Her men a shore go, for their several ends, Fresh water, victuals, precious stones, and pearl, All yet intentive when (the master calls, The Ship to put off ready) to leave all Their greediest labours, lest they there be left, To the ves, or beasts or be the Countries slaves: So, now my master calls, my ship, my venture All in one bottom put, all quite put off, Gone under sail, and I left negligent, To all the horrors of the vicious time, The far removed shores to all virtuous aims; None favouring goodness; none but he respecting Piety or manhood. Shall I here survive, Not cast me after him into the sea, Rather then here live, ready every hour To feed thieves, beasts, and be the slave of power? I come my Lord, Clermont thy creature comes. It is. In Cloisters then let's all survive. Madame, since wrath nor grief can help these Fortune's, Let us forsake the world, in which they reign, And for their wished amends to God complain. He may be well; yet not as you think strange, His strange Aims are to cross the common Custom Of Servile Nobles; in which he's so ravished, That quite the Earth he leaves, and up he leaps, On Atlas shoulders, and from thence looks down, Viewing how far off other high ones creep: Rich, poor of reason, wander; All pale looking, And trembling but to think of their sure death's, Their lives so base are, and so rank their breathes. Which I teach Guise to heighten, and make sweet With life's deer odours, a good mind and name; For which, he only loves me, and deserves My love and life, which through all death's I vow: Resolving this, (what ever change can be) Thou hast created, thou hast ruinde me. Without a name. Stand, or I vow to heaven, I'll make you lie Never to rise more. Sd ath you're passing diligent. W ll; in, my Lord, and spend time with my Sister; And keep her from the Field with all endeavour; The Soldiers love her so; and she so madly Would take my apprehension, if it chance, That blood would flow in rivers. What is your message? and from whom, my friends? You make amends for enmity to him, With ten parts more love, and desert of me; And as you make your hate to him, no let Of any love to me; no more bears he (Since you to me supply it) hate to you, Which reason and which Justice is performed In Spirits ten parts more then fleshy men. To whose foresights our acts and thoughts lie open: And therefore since he saw the treachery Late practised by my brother Baligny, He would not honour his hand with the justice (As he esteems it) of his bloods revenge, To which my Sister needs would have him sworn, Before she would consent to marry him. 'Tis their fault. We have examples of it, clear and many. Dem trius Phalerius, and Orator, And (which not oh to meet) a Philosopher, So great in Athens grew, that he er cted Three hundred Statues of him; of all which, No rust nor length of time corrupted one; But in his life time, all were overthrown. And Demades (that passed Demosthenes For all extemporal Orations) Erected many Statues, which (he living) Were broke, and melted into Chamberpots. Many such ends have fallen on such proud honours, No more because the men on whom they fell Grew insolent, and left their virtues state; Then for their hugeness, that procured their hate: And therefore little pomp in men most great, Makes mightily and strongly to the guard Of what they win by chance, or joust reward. Great and immodest braveries again, Like Statues, much too high made for their bases, Are overturned as soon, as given their places.