ARMATRITES

Speranza. Art thou amazed old King, and all thy people Mutually labouring in a fit of wonder? Start from those pale ̄ dreams, we will prove all true, Who wins the day the brightness is his endue. I and Lydia now, Bore us not our Titles, we and ours Have sweat and dearly earned them in our flesh. Why, doting Lydia, is it of no virtue To bring our Army hither and put in venture Our person and their lives upon our foes? Wasting our courage, weakening our best forces; Impoverishing the heart of our munition, And having won the honour of the battle To throw our glory on unworthy spirits, And so unload victories honey thighs To let Drones seed? Without all, nothing. The Kingdom and not under suits our blood, Flies ate are not Eagles preys nor thanks our food: And for Cilicia our other sphere, Our son Zenarchus let thy beams move there. The Boy hath almost changed us. What, with the Devil? Thanks to Mazeres, he hath refreshed our spirits, Zenarchus, it's thy death if thou proceed, Thy words we threat, rise silent or else bleed. We are not yet so cruel to thy fortune As was Lapyrus, thy own Nephew, treacherous; That stole upon thy life, besieged thee basely, And had betrayed thee to thine enemies anger Had we not beat his strength to his own throat; And made him shrink before us, all can tell In him it monstrous, 'tis in us but well; A trick of war, advantage, policy, nay rather recompense; There's more deceit in peace, 'tis common there to unfold young heirs, the old may well stand bore. You have your life, be thankful, and 'tis more Than your perfidious Nephew would consent to, Had he surprised you first, your fate is cast, The sooner you be gone it'll prove the safer. We'll grace them chiefly, Wait for employment, place and eminence, The Like to each that to our bounty flies, For he that falls to us shall surely rise. His son Tymethes little frights our thoughts, He's young, and given to pleasure, not to plots. Their loves are deer, Base Boy, he leaves his father to live he ̄ re. He's their Countenance, It well observed and followed, he shall stay, Mazeres, thou armest us that won the day All these my Lord. Alone? why where's her guard? suffer her alone? Her thoughts may work, their powers are not her own. Women have of themselves no entire sway, Like Dial needles they wave every way, And must be thoroughly taught to be kept right, And point to none but to their Lords delight. Time to convey and plot? leave her alone! Why Villains — kiss me, my perfection, This night we'll banquet in these blissful arm ̄ S. Kiss me again fair Tethis. Art sure Mazeres that he courts our Daughter? That Beggar? How? Dares she so far forget respect to us, And dim her own lustre to give him grace? I'll make them dangerous meetings. What's that Mazeres ? I'll make those meetings bitter; both shall rue, We have found Mazeres to this minute true. How now what's she? They lie that tell me so, this is not she. No, for as thou art I know thee not, And I shall strive still to forget thee more; Thou neither bearest in memory my respects Nor thy own worths; how can we think of thee But as of a dejected worthless creature? So far beneath our grace and thy own luster, that we dis dame to know thee. Was there no choice mong our selected Nobles To make thy favourite beside Tymethes? Son to our enemy, a wretch, a Beggar? Dead to all Fortune's, honours, or their Hope's, Beside his breath, worth nothing; abject wretch, To place thy affection so vigorously On him can never requite it; deny't not, We know the favours thou hast given him, Pledges of love ̄ , close letters, private meetings, And whisperings are customary betwixt you. Come, which be his gifts? whereabout lie his pledge ̄ S? Impudent creature, When in our sighed and hearing shamefully undervaluing thy best honours And setting by all modesty of blood thou be ̄ g'dst a Jewel of him. Would! this! how came this hither? Who gave it thee? He! who gave it him? Then here it sticks, Mazeres ! 'Tis my Queens, my Queens, Mazeres. How to him came this? Can Mazeres? O, I shall burst with torment. I feel a whirl wind in me Ready to tear the frame of my mortality. And saw it done? 'Tis spring tied in my Gall, all my blood's bitter, Puh, lungs too. Lodovico. A knave ̄ from the beginning; there's no hope ̄ of him, Sertorio ? Enter Sertorio. We know thee just, how camest thou up? let's hear. Thou art honest in that answer; go, report we are 40. leagues off Rid forth: spread it about the Castle cunningly. Doe't cunningly, Go, if thou shouldst doe't faithfully thou liest; I'm lost by violence through all my senses, I'm blind with rage, Mazeres, guide me forth I tread in Air, and see no foot nor path, I have lost myself, yet cannot loose my wrath. What's she? Thy name? O, I know thee now. Yes, whose were they? O let me embrace thee for a brave unmatchable Precious, unvallewed admirable whore. Come hither, yet draw nearer, how came this man To's end? I would hear that, I would learn cunning, Tell me that I may wonder and so loose thee. There is no Art Like this; let me partake A subtlety no devil can imitate, Speak, why is all so contrary to time? He down and you up? would, why thus? The deed is not so monstrous in it self As is the Art which ponders home the deed; The cunning does amaze me passed the sin, That he should fallen before my rage begin. Come hither yet, one of those left hands give me, Thou hast no right at all; Nothing but put a Ring upon a finger And what was he on whom you bounteously bestowed this Jewel? Look well upon't, dost know it? I, and start. 'Tis the same ring, but yet not the same stone Mystical Strumpet, dost thou yet presume Upon thy subtle strength? shakest thou not yet? Or is it only Art makes women constant, whom nature makes so lose? I looked for gracious lightning from thy cheeks, I see none yet; for a relenting Eye, I can see no such sighed; lust keeps in all; My witness? where's my witness? rise in the same form. Is not you woman and Adulteress. Was not this fellow catched for her desire? Brought in a Missed? banqueted and received To all her amplest pleasures! Down, down, we have too much. Needs here more witnesses? I'll call up more. O I felt no quick till now. All witnesses to this were but dead flesh I was insensible of all but this. Would I had given my Kingdom so conditioned That thou hadst never confessed it. Now I stand by the deed, see all in Actium, The close conveyance, cunning passages, The Artful fetch, the whisperlng close disguising; The hour, the Banquet, and the baudy Tapers All stick in mine eye together; yet thou shalt live. O hadst thou not confessed? hadst thou no sleight? Where was thy cunning there? I see it now in thy confession. Thou shalt not die as long as this is meat, Thou killedst a Buck which thou thy self shalt eat. Here's Dear struck dead with thy own hand, 'Tis Venison for thy own tooth, thou knowest the relish A dearer place hath been thy Taster; hoa, Sertorio! Lodovico Drag hence that body, see it quartered straight, No living wrath can I extend upon't, Else torments, horrors, Gibbets, racks and wheels Had with a thousand death's presented him, Ere he had tasted one; yet thou shalt live. Here, take this Taper lighted, kneel, and weep, I'll try which is spent first, that of thine eye, I'll provide food for thee, thou shalt not die. If there be hell for sins that men commit, Marry a strumpet and she keeps the pit. Exit. So, bring they forward yet, there, there bestow the ̄ m, Before her eyes lay the divided limbs Of her desired Paramour ; so, you're welcome, Lady you see your cheer, fine flesh, course fare, Sweet was your lust, what can be bitter there? By heaven, no other food thy taste shall have Till in thy bowels those Corpses find a grave. Which to be sure of, come, I'll lock thee safe From the world's pity: hang those quarters up, The bottom drinks the worst in pleasures cup. Exeunt omn. O, you should have seen us sooner. The quarters of your friend passed by in Triumph, A sighed that had pleased you well. Most certain. O no, none but a Traitor would have done it. I do, I do. O. Insufferable, Sertorio! where's Sertorio. Enter Sertorio. Seek out Mazeres suddenly, peace Zenarchus Let me alone to trap him. O villain, had he pierced him at first sighed, Where I have one grief, I had missed ten thousand by't. Mazeres? I am forgetful I am in thy debt some dignities Mazeres, What shift shall we make for thee? thy late service Is warm still in our memory and deer favour: Prithee discover to's the manner how Thou tookest them subtly. Thou wast! Would, would! And still thou lettest him run? Would, would, would! And there thou lettest him rest. So art thou here; drag him to execution he shall die. With tortures above the thought of Tyranny. Exit. Would? thunder? and thou marrow melting blast Quick winged lightning; and thou blazing star, I Like not thy prodigious bearded fire; Thy beams are fatal: would? behold the Influence Of all their malice in my children's mines? Their states malignant powers have envyde, And for some hast struck with their envies died: 'Tis ominous; within there? Convey those bodies a while from my fight. Yes, and we safe, our death we nee ̄ worser less fear ̄ , Usurper's issue oft proves dangerous, We depose others, and they poison us, I have found it on Records, 'tis better thus. Holy, and reverend Pilgrim's, welcome. Most welcome still, we are but stewards for such guests as you, What we possess is yours, to your wants endue, We are only rich for your necessities. 'Tis time of day to dine my friends; Sertorio? Our food. Fit, pray fit, religious men right welcome Unto our Cates. Grave sir I have observed You waste the virtue of your serious eye Too much on such a worthless objects as that is. A Traitor when he lived called that his flesh; Let hang, here's to you, we are the oldest here, Round let it go, fe ̄ ede, if you Like your cheer. How now? Fit merry. Exit. I perceive strangers more desire to see And object than the fare before them set; But since your eyes are serious Suitors grown I will discourse; what's seen shall now be known. You Creature whom your eyes so often visit Held mighty sway over our powers and thoughts, Indeed we were all hers. Beside her graces, there were all perfections; Unless she speaks, no music: till her wishes Brought forth a monster, a detested issue Poisoning the thoughts I held of her. She did from her own ardour undergo Adulterous baseness with my professed foe; Her lust strangely betrayed, I ready to surprise them, Set on fire by the abuse, I found his life Cunningly shifted by her own deer hand And far enough conveyed from my revenge: Unnaturally she first abused my heart, And then prevented my revenge by Art. Yet there I left not; though his trunk were cold My wrath was flaming, and I exercised New vengeance on his carcase; and gave charge The body should be quartered and hung up; it done ̄ , This as a penance I enjoined her to To taste no other sustenance; no nor dares Till her loves body be consumed in hers. Our vow is signed. He was no less, son to mine Enemy, A banished King; Tymethes was his name. It was, I think it was, till we called in By policy and force deceived his confidence, Showed him a trick of war and turned him out. Holy sir, what's he? O, ho, 'tis good, 'tis very good. Never, our vow's irrevocable, never; The Lecher must be swallowed rib by rib, His flesh is sweet, it melts, and goes down merrily, Would? what are ̄ these? Would? Pilgrim's wear arms? the old King? and Lapirus ? Betrayed? confounded? o, I must die forsworn; Break vow, bleed Whore, there is my jealousy flown ̄ . O happy man, 'tis more revenge to me Then all your aims, I have killed my jealousy. I have nothing now to care for more than hell IT had been if you had struck me ere she fell. I had left her to your lust, the thought is bitterness, But she first fallen; would, would, would. So, laugh away this breath, My lust was never more pleasing than my death. Dies. How camest thou up? lets hear ̄ .