MONTSOREAU

Still on this hant? Still shall adulterous blood Affect thy spirits? Think, for shame, but this, This blood that Cockatrice-like thus thou broodest To dry is to breed any quench to thine. And therefore now (if only for thy lust A little covered with a veil of shame) Look out for fresh life, rather then witchlike, Learn to kiss horror, and with death engender. Strange cross in nature, purest virgin shame Lies in the blood, as lust lies; and together Many times mix too: and in none more shameful Then in the shamefaced. Who can then distinguish Betwixt their affections; or tell when he meets With one not common? Yet, as worthiest Poets Shun common and plebeian forms of speech, Every illiberal and affected phrase To cloth their matter: and together tie Matter and form, with Art and decency. So worthiest women should shun vulgar guises, And though they cannot but fly out for change, Yet modesty, the matter of their lives, Be it adulterate, should be painted true With modest out-parts; what they should do still Graced with good show, though deeds be never so ill. I used thee as my soul, to move and rule me. Sweet Lord forbear. Show, show your purpose sir. To move such bold feet into others roofs. Murder, murder! Who have you let into my house? 'Tis false, I savour the rank blood of foes In every corner. 'Sdeath the vault opens. Treason, murder, murder. Oh bloody strumpet! No, no, come and kill me . I do not show this baseness, that I fear thee, But to prevent and shame thy victory, Which of one base is base, and so I'll die. Give me leave To fetch and use the sword thy Brother gave me When he was bravely giving up his life. By all truth, no: Take but my honourable oath, I will not. Out on thee dam of Devils, I will quite Disgrace thy braves conquest, die, not fight. Sink Earth, open Heaven, And let fallen vengeance. Oh shame of women, whither art thou fled! No sir, I'll fight now, and the terror be Of all you Champions to such as she. I did but thus far dally: now observe, Oh all you aching foreheads that have robbed, Your hands of weapons, and your hearts of valour, Join in me all your rages, and rebutters, And into dust ram this same raze of Furies, In this one relic of the Ambois gall, In his one purple soul shed, drown it all. Now give me breath a while. What think y'a this now? Now I shall grace your conquest. If you obtain it. If you were not a D'Ambois, I would scarce Change lives with you, I feel so great a change In my tall spirits breathed, I think, with the breath A D'Ambois breathes here, and necessity (With whose point now pricked on, and so, whose help My hands may challege, that does all men conquer, If she except not you, of all men only) May change the case here. Well, I must on. Then at all. Y'haue given it me, And yet I feel life for another vennie, Pray thee let him decide it. Said Like a D'Ambois, and if now I die, Fit joy and all good on thy victory.