LUCIBELLA

I thank Prince Lodowick he ha bound my youth To be the conquerors prize, and if my stars Allot me to be yours, I will be proud, For how so ere you seem not fashioned Like me, and cunning Courtiers; I protest, By some small love I bear thee in mine eye, Your worthy beauty, wealth and dignity. Why? prithee why? Surprising me and murdering Lodowick. O God! the Duke of Prussia grown thus false, such shows of friendship, and so little faith. No, the clear moon strews silver in our path, And with her moist eyes weeps a gentle Due Upon the the spotted pavement of the earth, Whi h softens every flower whereon I tread Beside; all travel in your company Seems but a walk made in some goodly bower, Where loves fair mother strips her paramour. The Hermet will soon bring him, let's fit down Nature, or art hath taught these boughs to spread, In manner of and arbour over the bank. Come come, you men will flatter beyond mean: Will you fit down? and talk of the late wrong Intended by the Duke of Prussia? Prithee no more, I feel thy blood turn hight, And wrath inflames thy spirit, let it cease; Forgive this fault, convert this war to peace. No, isle be Centinel; isle watch for fear Of venomous worms, or wolves, or wolvish thieves: My hand shall fan your eyes, Like the filmed wing Of drowsy morpheus; and my voice shall sing In a low compass for a Lucibell. Sleep sweet, perhaps isle sleep for company. O! how now! what have you done? my Lodowick bleeds Some savage beast hath fixed his ruthless fang In my soft body: Lodowick, I faint Dear wake; my Lodowick: alas what means Your breast to be thus wet? I'st blood or sweat Killed thee? o no! I trust the careful destinies deny So hard a fate: it's I alone am killed. Come Lodowick, and close up my night-vailed eyes That never may again behold the day. No lie: it's true, it's true, The reverent Hermet Rodorick told it us. As heaven shall help my fleeting soul, I did. Father I thank you: Lodowick reach me thy hand How cold thou art; death now assails our hearts, Having triumphed over the outward parts; Farewell a while, we die but partly, to meet Where joys are certain, pleasures endless, sweet. Father, this latest boon of you I crave, Let him, and me, lie in one bed, and graven. O a sword, I pray you kill me not, For I am going to the rivers side. To fetch white lilies, and b ewe daffodils To stick in Lodowicks bosom, where it bled, And in mine own; my true love is not dead, No you're deceived in him, my father is: Reason he should, he made me run away And Lodowick too, and you Mathias too; Alack for woe, yet what a the remedy? We must run all away: yet all must die. It's so, I wrought it in a sampler, 'Twas heart in hand, and true loves knots and words, All true stitch by my troth: the posy thus: No flight deer love but death, shall sever us; Nor that did not neither; he lies here does he not? Iso I am, but pray tell me true, Could you be patient, or you, or you, or you, To lose a father and a husband too: Ye could, I cannot; open, door here hoe! Tell Lodowick, Lucibell would speak with him; I have news from heaven for him, he must not die, I have robbed Prometheus of his moving fire: Open the door, I must come in, and will, I'll beat my self to air, but I'll come in. I but a knave may kill one by a trick, Or lay a plot, or so, or cog, or prate, Make strife, make a men father hang him, Or his brother, how think you goodly Prince, God give you joy of your adoption; May nor tricks be used? I thats true, I am poor, and yet have things, And gold ring, and amid the leaves greenea Lord how dee, well I thank God, why thats well, And you my Lord, and you too; never a one weep, Must I shed all the tears? well he is gone, And he dwells here you said, ho i'll dwell with him, Death, dastard, Devil, robber of my life Thou base adulterer, that partest man and wife Come I defy thy darts. Oh never fear me, there is somewhat cri Within menoe: tells me there's knaves abroad Bids me be quiet, lay me down and sleep Good night good gentlefolks, brother your hand, And yours good father, you are my father now, Do but stand here, l'fe sun a little course At base, or barleibreak, or some such toy, To catch the fellow, and come back again, Nay look thee now, let go, or by my troth I'll tell my Lodowick how ye use his love: So now god-buye, now goodnight indeed: Lie further Lodowick take not all the room, Be not a churl, thy Lucibell does come. Well overtaken sir. And you too heartily. Why that's well, I Like that, that you are well and you, and you: God buy. Why that's well, done, Pray come, see my house I have a fine house now, and goodly knacks And gay apparel; look you here, this is brave; And two lean porters starved for lack of meat, Pray let go minearmes, look here they be. Nay, never start I pray; is it not Like I keep A princely house, when I have such fat porters at my gate; why golden Crowns, my porters shall be Kings And hide there barebones with these gay weeds. Come, go with me, isle show you where he dwells, Or some body; I know not who it is; Here, look, look here, here is a way goes down, Down, down a down, heigh down, down. I sung that song, while Lodowick sl pt with me. True, thats the way, you cannot miss the path; The way to death and black destruction Is the wide way; no body is now at home, Or tarry, peradventure here comes some will tell you more. Nay that's most true, a fellow with a read cap told me so And bade me keep these clothes, and give them To a fair Lady in a mourning gown; Let go my arms; I will not run away I thank you now, now you shall see me stay, By my troth I will, by my maidenhead I will. Nay tarry, you shall hear all the knavery anon. I think he lies. Now by my troth, that gentleman smells knave. Liar, liar, lick dish. Apoore maiden mistress, ha a suit to you, And it's a good suit, very good apparel. Lo, here I come a wooing my ding, ding, Lo, here we come a suing, my darling, Lo, here I come a praying, to biaea, bidea. How do you Lady, well I thank God, will you buy a barganei pray, i'ts fine apparel. I, you say true, I am the very same, Knavery I warrant you, tell truth and shame the Devil my boy, do, and thou shalt have a fine thing by and by. Pray let him tell the rest. Nay, I pray you peace. To me a sleep, And to my harmless Lodowick in my arms. Oh villain did he kill my Father? And make my brother kill my husband too? Even what you will; would I were with my Lod wick a sleep In the Elysian fields, where no fears dwell; For earth appears as vile to me as hell. I but by your leave, Lady, and Lords all, what if This knave that has been, play the knave still, And tell tales out of school; how then? Nay, I'll come, my wits are mine again Now faith grows firm to punish faithless men. Look you here, you maruai'ld why I went, Why this man drew me unto him, can you help Him now. Hoffman has hought him too. I: do, do, do, I pray you heartily do, stand close. And me husbandless. I, that same son of his, but where lives he Nay, look you here, do you see these poor starved ghosts; can you tell whose they be? Well, farewell fellow, thou art now paid home For all thy counce ling in knavery, Good Lord! what very fools are very knaves! There cunning bodies often want endue graves.