RENEL

All things: for as when the high births of Kings Deliverances, and Coronations, We celebrate with all the Cities Bells (Jangling together in untuned confusion:) All ordered Clocks are tied up: so when Glory, Flattery, and smooth applauses of things ill, Uphold the ordinate swinge of downright power, Justice, and truth, that tell that bounded use, Virtuous, and well distinguished forms of Time, Are gaged and tongue-tide, but we have observed Rule in more regular motion: things most lawful Were once most royal, Kings sought common good Men's manly liberties, though never so mean, And had their own swinge so more free, and more, But when pride entered them, and Rule by power, All brows that smiled beneath them, frowned; hearts grieved, By imitation; virtue quite was vanished, And all men stud ed selflove, fraud, and vice, Then no man could be good but he was punished: Tyrants being still more fearful of the good Then of the bade; their subjects virtues ever Managed with curbs, and dangers, and esteemed As shadows, and detractions to their own. Just: and then our Nobles Loved virtue so, they praised and used it to; Had rather do, then say; their own deeds hearing By others glorified, then be so barren, That their parts only stood in praising others. 'Tis now quite otherwise; but to note the cause Of all these foul digressions, and revolts From our first nature's, this 'tis in a word: Since good Arts fail, crafts and deceits are used: Men ignorant are idle; idle men Most practice what they most may do with ease, Fashion, and favour; all their studies aiming At getting money, which no wise man ever Fed his desires with. I make no doubt: In mean time, I could wish, the wrong were righted Of your slain Brother in law, brave Bussy D' Ambois. That means lay on me, Which I can strangely make. My last lands sale, By his great suit, stands now on price with him, And he (as you know) passing covetous, (With that blind greediness that follows gain) Will cast no danger, where her sweet feet tread. Beside, you know, his Lady by his suit, (Wooing as freshly, as when first love shot His faultless arrows from her rosy eyes) Now lives with him again, and she, I know, Will join with all helps, in her friends revenge. Get you the Challenge writ, and look from me, To hear your passage cleared no long time after. Be true now, for your Ladies injured sake, Whose bounty you have so much cause to honour: For her respect is chief in this design, And therefore serve it, call out of the way All your confederate fellows of his Guard, Till Monsieur Baligny be entered here. Free as my self. Watch then, and clear his entry. God save your Lordship. I much joy in your return here. 'Tis well your Lordship will confess your error In so good time yet. Sir, your intent, And Actium too was rude to enter thus. You talk of manners, that thus rudely thrust Upon a man that's busy with his Wife. The door? Thou shalt leave thy life first. Retire my Lord; get off. Hold, or thy death shall hold thee. Hence my Lord. Was not this well handled? This was a sleight well masked. Oh what is man, Unless he be a Politician! Noblest of Ladies, 'tis beyond all power (Were my estate at first full) in my means To quit or merit. You must do so If you'll be called a Gentleman well qualified, And wear your time and wits in those discourses. 'Tis right: but who, save only you, performs it, And your great brother? Madame, where is he? 'Tis well: his favour with the King hath made him Most worthily great, and live right royally. Heaven shield: what are they? You are betrayed into this Country. Monstrous! Maillard you brother's Lieutenant, that yesterday inum ted you to see his Musters; hath Letters and strict Charge from the King to appr hend you. Your Brother absents himself of purpose. Get on your Scotch horse, and retire to your strength; you know where it is, and there it expects you: Believe this as your best friend had sworn it. Farewell if you will. Anon nymos. What's that? Madame, besure there will be time enough For all the vengeance your great spirit can wish. The course yet taken is allowed by all, Which being noble, and refused by earl, Now makes him worthy of your worst advantage: And I have cast a project with the Countess To watch a time when all his wariest Guards Shall not exempt him. Therefore give him breath; Sure Death delayed is a redoubled Death. Madame, you see, his spirit will not check At any single danger; when it stands Thus merrily firm against and host of men, Threat ed to be arms for his surprise. Most gladly, worthiest Lady. Why how now friend? retired? take heed you prove not Dismayed with this strange fortune: all observe you. Your government's as much marked as the Kings. What said a friend to Pompey? The people Will never know, unless in death thou try, That thou knowest how to bear adversity. Suppose this true now. You will then go? Go, on; I'll take no care what comes of you; Heaven will not see it ill, how ere it show: But the pretext to see these Battles ranged Is much your honour. It answered Like the man you have described. It was strange. What one considers this, Of all that are thus out? or once endeavours, Erring to enter, on men Right-hand path? What should I say? as good consort with you, As with and Angel: I cou worser hear you ever. Heaven forbid; And all with honour your arrival speed. I should never look For better of him; never trust a man, For any Justice, that is rapt with pleasure: To order arms well, that makes smocks his ensigns, And his whole Governments sails: you herd of late, He had the four and twenty ways of Venery Done all before him. 'Tis more then nature's mighty hand can do To make one humane and a Lecher too. Look how a Wolf does Like a Dog appear, So, Like a friend is and Adulterer, Voluptuaries, and these belly-gods; No more true men are, then so many Toads. A good man happy, is a common good; Vile men advanced live of the common blood. Bounties are As soon repented as they happen rare. Power and wealth move to tyranny, not bounty; The Merchant for his wealth is swollen in mind, When yet the chief Lord of it is the Wind. That's the main point, my Lord; insist on that. So wild, so mad, She cannot live, and this vnwreakt sustain. The woes are bloody that in women reign. The Sicily gulf keeps fear in less degree; There is no Tiger, not more tame then she. Home? Medea With all her herbs, charms, thunders, lightning, Made not her presence, and black hants more dreadful. You see sir there Your prisoners discharge authentical. I joy in it, my best and worthiest friend, Oh y'haue a princely fautor of the Guise. Well, sir; all Is in the issue well: and (worthiest Friend) Here's from your friend the Guise; here from the Countess, Your Brother's Mistress, the contents whereof I know, and must prepare you now to please Unrested spirit of your slaughtered brother, If it be true, as you imagined once, His apparition showed it the complot Is now laid sure betwixt us; therefore haste Both to your great friend (who hath some use weighty For your repair to him) and to the Countess, Whose satisfaction is no less important. Heaven shield the Guise from seconding that truth, With what he likewise prophesied on him. God save you Lady. What Gentleman is this, with whom you trust The deadly weighty secret of this hour? You sir, why? This indeed, I know to be your Lady mistress hand, And know beside, his brother will, and must Endure no hand in this revenge but his. The spirit of Bussy. Gentle sir forbear. No Madame, but hurt in diverse parts of him. I fear your servant, Madame: let's descend. Horror of humane ey S, Oh Clermont D'Ambois! Madame, we stayed too long, your servant's slain. Then come up Madame. See here honoured Lady, A Countess that in loves mishap does equal At all parts your wronged self; and is the mistress Of your slain servants brother; in whose love For his late treacherous apprehension, She wept her fair eyes from her luory brows, And would have wept her soul out, had not I Promised to bring her to this mortal quarry, That by her lost eyes for her servants love, She might conjure him from this stern attempt, In which, (by a most ominous dream she had) She knows his death fixed, and that never more Out of this place the Sun shall see him live.