FERDINAND

Princes of Saxony and Austria, Though your own wor sare of sufficient weight To justify the honourable love born by Lodowick to bright Lucybell, Yet since your parents live and as I hear There is between them some dissension, Blame us not for detaining the thus long Till we had notice how the business stood We trust they will. Thanks Rodorick for this news They are more welcome then the sad discourse Of Leningberg our nephews timeless wrake Which adds sorrow to the mourning g iefes Abound in us for our Duchess death. Peace thou unshapen honour, my states shame, My ages continued sive, and my black sins curse, O hadst thou never been, I had been then, A happy childless man, now among men, I am the most unhappy, one that knows No end of mine, and of my peoples woes. I tell you Princess, and most gracious maid; I do not wear these sable ornaments For Isabel death, though she were deer, Nor are my eyelids overflown with tears, For Otho of Luningberg, wracked in the Soun, Though he were a my hope: but here's my care, A wit esse fool must needs be Prussias h ire. Would I might never find thee any thing, For thou indeed art nothing in steam, My sad soul Sinks with sorrow at thy sighed, Hermet dost thou not know this young men face? I'st not Lorique, that met us at thy cell With letters from our brother Luningberg? thou saidst thou wast my nephews play fellow, Appointed to await his virtuous person, How is it then thou Wertenberg so ill advised To take the land away, and forsake thy Lord? Whom I have never seen, nor never may, Though in his life my hope and comfort lay. But thou hast left him now sunk in the sea. What there betided you? Be brief, what was he? Where is the villains body? Where is our nephew? A chariot, and rich robes attend Lorrique. And his rewa worser, be thirteen hundred dollars, For he hath driven dolour from our heart. Princes, and Princess, in your kindest love, Attend our person to the hermitage, where we shall meet the heir of two great States, Rich Luningberg, and warlike Prussias, Otho living, we'll disinherit our found son: And bless all Dantzike, by our son elect, Hermet you have at home, a guest of ours, Your little cell, is a great princes court; Had you been there to entertain young Otho, He would have took your welcome thankfully, Where now he mourns, for want of company. Amen, Heaven witness, how my heart is pleased, With the conceit of Prussias after-peace, By this election. Away, disturb us not, let's in and feast, For all our country in our choice is blessed. Fair Lady be of comfort, t'is in vain To invocate the dead to life again. O my heart! did the false rebel hurt his sovereigns son? Upon those traitors valiant gentlemen: Let not that bea the multitude confront, With garlic-breath and their confused cries The Majesty of me their awful Duke, Strike their Typhoean body down to fire That dare against us, their sovereign conspire. What means my Dukedoms hope to turn thus base? arise, and smite thy foe S. Upon your peril; gentlemen assail. Why should you make this intercession For these base abjects, whose presumptuous hearts Have drawn their rebel bodies against their head: Entreat not for them, they are all but dead. True soul of honour, substance of my self, Thy merit wins thee mercy, go in peace, Lay by your unjust arms, live by your sweat, And in content the bred of quiet eat. I pardon all; give thee my Tasters place: Honour this Prince that hath thus wone you grace. This business over: worthy nephew Charles, Let us go visi the sad Saxon Duke, The mourning Hermet, That through affection wrought his brother's fallen. Shrill trumpets found a flourish For the cries of war are drowned. Their rest be peace, their rising glorious; Sad mourners, give your partners leave to kneel, And make their offertory on this tomb, That does contain the honourablest earth That ever went upright in Germany, Oh sweet for bear. For pities sake a while her rage restrain Last she do violence upon herself. Worthy Prince Rodorigo, when tempestuous woe Abates her violent storm, I shall have time To chide you for unkindness, that have lived In solitary life with us so long. Believe me Saxon Prince you did us wrong: My nephew call for winemy soul is dry I am sad at sighed of so much misery. Built not on fortune, she's a Fickle dame And those that trust unto her sphere are fools. Fill for his Excellence. What medicine talkest thou of? what ails my son? Why? this is deadly poison unprepared. Call no Physicians, for I feel't too late, The subtle poison mingled with my blood 'Nums all the passages, and nimble death Fleets on his p rple currents to my heart. What's that French Doctor? Take hence that maytor for the fool his man. Let him be tortured, then upon a wheel broke Like a traitor and a murderer. Hence with that fellow. Likea ship that having long contended with The waves, is at last with one proud billow Smit into the ruthless swallow of the sea. For thee alas I perceive this plot was lay de; But heaven had greater mercy-on high youth, And one my people, that shall find true rest Being with a Prince so wise and virtuous blessed. Farewell most noble John of Saxony, Bear thy unmatched grief with a mind bent Against the force of all temptations; By my example Princely brother, see, How vain our lives and all our glories be. Nay I am jealous of my approaching joy, And fearful, any eye but mine, should gain The pleasure of my glad divining soul; Forward come all, in my delight take partly, He that's now glad, adds joy to gladness heart. If there live ere a surgeon that dare say He could do better: isle play Mercury, And Like found Marsias flay the Quacksalver There were a sort of filthy Mountebanks, Exp rt in nothing but in idle words, Made a days work , with their incision knives On my oppressed poor father: silly man, Thrusting there dastard fingers in his flesh, That durst not while he lived, behold his face; I have fitted my anatomy In a fair chain to; father this youth scorned When he was set in and ascending throne, To have you stand by him; would he could see, How the case alters, you shall hang by him, And hang afore him to, for all his pride, Come image of bore death, join side, to side, With my long injured father's naked bones; He was the prologue to a Tragedy, That if my destinies deny me not, Shall pass those of Thyestes, Tereus, Jocasta, or Duke Jasons jealous wife; So shut our stage up, there is one act done Ended in Othos death; 'twas somewhat single; I'll fill the other fuller, if Lorrique, That I have late sworn to be murders slave, Swears he will protest me to be Othos, Whom Prussia his uncle unknown loves; If I be taken for him well: O then! Sweet vengeance make me happiest of all men: Prussia, I come as comets against change: As apparitions before mortal ends; If thou accept me for thy nephew, so; Uncle, isle uncle thee of thy proud life. Father farewell, isle to the hermitage, Where if I be received for Luningberg, I will have thy dry bones, sanguined all over With thy foes blood, Rhamnusia help thy priest, My wrong thou knowest, my willingness thou seest. Good for tune after all this sorrow Saxony. Villain what was he? drink not Saxony I doubt I am by treason poisoned.