MAZERES

He cools—my Lord, remember you are possessed. Those men are yours, my Lord. Your Grace defines him right, he may remain ̄ , The Prince your son, binds him in a love-chain; There's little fear of him. His presence sets a gloss on your at ̄ mpts, They have their luster from him. Would! taste lips so bounteously with a beggar? What's here? either the Princes out of charities rare ness Are pleased to lay aside their glories, and refresh The gasping Fortune's of a desperate wretch; Or if for larger bounties I was mad to advice the King for his remaining here That had been banished, and with him my fear: I love the Princess, and the King allows it, If he should prove a rival to my love, I have argued fair for his abiding here: My plots shall work his ruin, if one fail I'll raise a second, for I must prevail: I that used policy to cause him stay Can show Like Art to rid my fears away. Exit. Death! minute favours? every step a kiss? I think they count how the day goes by kissing, 'Tis passed four since I met them. Stays he to prove my Rival? cursed be the hour ̄ Wherein I advised the King for his stay here, I have set slaves to entrap him, yet none prosper, I'll lay no more my faith upon their works the are weak and lose, and Like a rotten wall, Leaning on them may hazard my own fallen. I'll use a swifter course, cut off long journeys, And tedious ways that run my Hope's passed breath, I'll take the plain road ̄ way and hunt his death. Exit. I'll have some other, for he must not live. Roxano in my judgement had be ̄ ene fittest, And farthest from suspect of such a deed Because he keeps in the Castle. Roxano! I was to seek thee twice; Tell me Roxano, have I any power in thee? do ̄ I move there, Or any partly of me flow in thy blood? As far as love man, I ask no further. First there's gold for thee, After which follow favour, eminence, And all those gifts which fortune calls her own. There's one Tymethes son to the banished King, Lives about Court, Zenarchus gives him grace, That fellow's my disease, I thrive not with him, He's Like a prison chain shook in my ears I take no sleep for him, his favours mad me. My honours and my dignities are dreams When I behold him; That right arm can ease ̄ me, I will not boast my bounties, but for ever Live rich and happy: thou art wise farewell. Exit. Hast thou thought of me? may I do good upon thee? I'll out of recreation, make thee worthy; play honours to thy hand. Art thou resolved? and I will be thy Lord. Thou makest me thirst. Here? excellent, on Roxano ; he meets thee here. Y faith I do. Withdraw behind the Lodge ̄ , relate it briefly. I both admire the deed, and my revenge. Thou makest thy friend. Exit. Enough. Exit. My Lord? Now could I poison him fitly, aptly, rarely, My vengeance speaks me happy; there it goes. It comes my Lord. And in this my revenge must be removed Where first I left it, now my abused wrath Pursues thy ruin in this dangerous path. I'll after thee, and see the measure of my vengeance upheaped His ruin is my charge; I have seen that This night would make one blush through this vizard. Like lightning in a Tempest her lust shows, Or drinking drunk in Thunder, horrible: For on this Act a Thousand dangers wait, The King will seize him in his burning fury and seal his vengeance on his reeking breast, Though I make Panders use of ear and eye No office vile to dam mine Enemy. This course is but the first, 'twill not rest there, The next shall change him into fire and Air. Exit. I'm sure of more my Lord, she favours him. Worse my Lord, that villain Traitor, and yet worse my Lord. Pardon my Lord, a riper time shall bring him forth. Behold him there my Lord. Tymethes kisses her. Favours are grown to custom betwixt them both, Letters, close banquets, whisperings, private meetings. Marry, my Lord, she courtly begs a Jewel of him Which he keeps back as Courtly, with fair words. 'Tis hers my Lord, at which they partly in kisses. Enough, th'art honest; I affect thee much; Go, train him to his ruin. Exit. I know not what; The King sent. Here comes his Highness. Enter Tyrant. My Lord! I can resolve your highness. He's received this night Into her bosom. I traced him to the deed. I abused my eyes in the true survey of't, Tainted my hearing with lascivious sounds; My loyalty did prompt me to be sure Of what I found so wicked and impure. This night. Madam. I do beseech your Grace for what I have done Lay no oppressing censure upon me; I could not but in honesty reveal it, Not envying in that he was my Rival, Nor in the force of any ancient grudge But as the deed in its own nature craved, So mong the rest it was revealed to me: Appe ̄ aring so detested that your self Gracious and kind, had you but seen the manner Would have thrown by all pity and remorse And took my office or one more in force. If constant service may be called desert, I shall de serve. Why this was happily observed and followed; a side. The King will to the Castle late to night, And tread through all the Vaults, I must attend. 'Tis better thus; so my revenge imports; Now thrive my plots, the end shall make me great, She mine, the Crown sits here I am then Complete ̄ . Exit. Yes, my good Lord. True, my Lord, I brought him, saw him feasted and re ̄ ceiv'd, So, by this sleight I have deceived them both, I'm took for him I strive to make her loath. Exit. Yonder she kneels, little suspecting me The neat discoverer of her Venery. I were full safe had I Roxano's life Which in this stream I fish for; how now Lady; So never the earth suits not a living Queen. What is't that can drive you to such discomforts To prize your glories at so mean a Rate? Dare they prove treacherous? most ignoble Vassals, To the sweet peace of so divine a Mistress? Let me but know him, that I may bestow My service to your Grace upon his heart And thence deserve a Mistress Like your self. Madam, stand by, let him not see the light. He die were he my kinsman for that gilded, Though it as far to's heart as 'tis to the hilt. Fallen villain, for betraying of thy Lady, Such things must never creep about the earth To poison the ̄ right use of service— a Trencher! Oh villain, in, and overtake thy soul. O pardon me, that were too full of evil, I threat not Angels though I smite the Devil: Doubt not your peace, the King will be appeased There I'll bestow my service. As much as comes to nothing; I'll not sue To urge the King from that he urged him to. Exit. I dreamt of some new honours for my late service ̄ , And I wondered how he could keep off so long from my de sert, My loved Lord. I was received into a waiters room my Lord. And in a vizard helped to serve the banquet. Saw him conveyed into a Chamber privately. I let him play my Lord. I watched still never, till her arms clasped him. There he was caught my Lord. The Devil! the Dukedom, the Kingdom, Lydia. All pant under your Sceptre; the sway's yours, Be not bought out with words, a Kingdom's deer, Kiss fortune, keep your mind, and keep your state, You're laughed at if you prove compassionate. Whist, Roxano He is some Ape, the husk falls from him now, And you shall know his inside: he's a villain, A Traitor to the pleasures of your Bed.