LODOWICK

Your royal entertain great Ferdinand, Exceeding expectation in our stay, Bind us to thanks, and if my brother please To hold his challenge for a Tournament In praise of Lucibellas excellence, No doubt our father and the Austrian duke Will be in person at so royal sport. Yes you did. At Dantzike in the Duke of Prussias court. Now friend, where is prince Otho? By whom? by what complot? I will but call my brother, and then go. Come Lucibella lets embrace this mean, Duke Ferdinand shall with a sorrowing heart, Repent this base dishonourable plot: Father, our Fortune's if they sort aright, shall with continual thankfulness require This virtuous and this charitable care: Farewell: we'll wait thee in the Chapel porch Bring Prince Mathias our kind brother thither, And thou shalt add good works to charity: Once more farewell Lorrique; ther's for thee, Commend me to thy Lord, tell him this wrong Of his false uncle, sha l mere full revenge: But do to him our duties. Come chased, fair, We must not now by and turnameut Maintain thy honour: for thy champion Knight, Is forced by treason to unwilling flight. Are you not faint divinest Lucibell? This is the Chapel, and behold a bank, Covered with sleeping flowers, that miss the Sun: Shall We repose us till Mathias come? No, they bow down as vails to shadow you And the fi sh flowers beguiled by the light Of your celestial eyes, open there leaves, And when they entertain the lord of day You bring them comfort Like the Sun in May. Fairest forget it, leave till we are clear freed hence, I will defy him, and cause all the knights Assembled for our purposed tournament, To turn there keen swords against his catiue head. Oh breath sweet touch with what a heavenly charm Do your soft fingers my uva - thoughts disarm, Prussia had reason to attempt my life Enchanted by the magic of these looks, That cast a luster on the blushing stars. Pardon chased Queen of beauty, make me proud To rest my toiled head on your tender knee, My chin with sleep is to my bosom bowed; Fair if you please a little rest with me. I thank you; I am drowsy, sing I pray; Or sleep: do what you please, I am heavy, I; God night to all our care: o! I am blessed By this soft pillow where my head does rest. By my troth I am sleepy too: I cannot sing, My heart is troubled with some heavy thing. Rest one these violets, while I prepare, In thy soft slumber to receive a share: Blush not chased Moon to see a virgin lie So near a Prince, it's no immodesty: For when the thoughts are pure, no time, no place, Hath power to work fair chastities disgrace; Lodowick I clasp thee thus, so arm clip arm, So sorrow fold them that wish true love harm. O! Who troubles me? Who is that? Mathias. Where's the good Hermet? thank him for his love Yet tell him; Ferdinand of Prussia Hath a long arm; some murderer of his hath killed us sleeping. What moved you to it brother? To escape the lustful Duke of Prussia, Who purposed this night to murder me, And ravish her whom death hath made his pray My Lucibell, whose lights are masked with clouds That never will be cleared. it's no lie. The Princess Lucibell. Hover a little longer blessed soul, glide not away too fast: mine now forsakes his earthly man sion and on Hope's gilded wings will gladly mount with thine, where Angels sing celestial ditties to the King of Kings. brother adieu, your rashness I forgive, pardon me father, pardon; Austria your daughter is become a bride for death: the dismal even before her wedding day. Hermet God pardon thee: thy double tongue hath caused this error: but in peace farewell. He that lifts us to Heaven keep thee from Hell. Who hath conspired our death's? speak revere man.