ALFONSO

And brings glad news of her being here (this day) Let Canons tell in TO under her Arrival, When she's at hand our self ill meet her, Pray rise; until abou our brows were thrown, These sparkling beams, sum h adoration Was not bestowed on us: whom does the knee Thus lovely worship? this Idol, (Gold) or me? Indeed t'is the world Saint, if that you adore, G e, pray to you coffers. None to us shall bow, Give God your knees. Pray mock not me with such Idolatry, Kings, Gods are, (I confess) but Gods of clay, Brittle as you are, you as ood as they, Only in weight they differ, (this poor dram) Yet all but flesh and blood; And such I am. If such, pray let me eat, drink, speak, and walk, Not looked clean through, with superstitious eyes, (Not star'de at Like a Comet.) As you go Or speak, or feed, (un wondered at) let me so Uncle what then? Still are they Kings. Good uncle know, no Sun in this our Sphere, Shall rule but We, let others shine as clear, In goodness, None in greatness shall. All that I crave is this, and 'tis not new, Pay unto Caesar only Caesars endue. Which are now burned out. Men many things hold fit, That are not good, A young Beginner and set up in blood! (Butchers can do no more.) Shall Records say Being Crowned, he played the Tyrant the first day, How should that Chronicler be cur ed? your paper. When such a fatal book comes in my sighed, I'll with Vespasian wish I could not write, Their bound is canceled. I forgive the debt, See that at liberty, they all be set. Bear witness all, what pace the Chariot wheels Of our new guided Sovereignty shall run. And here I vow to end as 'tis begun. This: pray observe it. Each week within the year shall be a book Which each day I e read over: I well may doe't, The book being but six leaves (six days,) the seventh Be his that owes it; Sacred is that and hie; And who profanes one hour in that, Shall die. Write Monday. That day, from morn till night, I'll execute The office of a Judge, and weigh out laws With even scales. The poor and rich men cause I'll poize alike: It shall be my chief care That bribes and wrangling be pitched over the bar. Down with that first. None. Have you done? Brave Helvetian, We give you thanks and welcome: your arrival Is fair and to our wish, of those days Which Time sets down, to number up a week, Every day have we tasked; save only one, How in these courts of Kings (through which you have gone,) Do Princes wast their hours? How Like you his counsel? Bohor tha'st warmed our young blood; All cares of state; Shall that day sleep, to our self weel Saturday have, Pleasure (the slave of Kings shall then be our slave, Lords let there be a proclamation drawn, What man soever (strange or native born,) Can feast our spleen, and heigthen our delight, He shall have gold and be our favourite. Tilts, turneys, masques, plays, dancing, drinking deep Though ere noon all Naples lie dead-drunk a sleep. Oh my earthly bliss! embraces! kisses! how sweet Are you to parted Lovers when they meet? That entertainment which the Duke your Father, Lent royellie (late to me,) I now can pay At a Kings charge: to our Neapolitane Court, None (brightest Erminhild can come longed for More then your self.) You have stolen upon us (Lady) In these Arms; From whence not Jove shall ransom thee; We Twain Will wed, and bed, and get a Prince shall reign In Naples bravely, when we both lie dead: Till then, Pleasures wings, to their full breadth be spread. What pictar's that (Uncle Octavio?) Hang they up uncle. Are you a Scholar Sir? You are full of Squibs too, pray go fire em all. 'Tis excellent S eath from whence flew they? Thanks Bohor; why else wears a King his Crown? Shalcan, all Naples shall not buy thee from me. Ask what thou wilt have But to stay here. Thou hast our fast embraces. Dear Bohor do. Thou art gracious in our sighed. 1 Come fellow Lurchall write. You that complain gainst Barteruile, (receiver of all our tribute-moneys) speak your wrongs; nay you have deafl'd our cares too much already, he does confess your crowns (paid and receiude) but to give back your writings ther's no clause, If them yowl win, fight it out by our laws. Tooth next, we would business of our own, toth' next: Oh Barteruile! for these 2 oh. crowns. Your cholers sirrah too hie. Reach me a book. One of you two is perjuriously forsworn. Take him away, weel punish him for this crime. What count Spendola? Do, and be gone . The office of this perjured Barteruile, I give away, dividing it To the Count Spendola, and our worthy friend Brave here; farm it to whom you please. his life the devil gives longer lease, To built more work for hell; go see, & from him of what he owe us. Show him no fauou . How now v cle? why Pray how can I To their complainings add a remedy? With halters. Still braving me with this? burn it. Hels plagues confound they: in their heads and thine Vex me no more. But that you are.— The Covent, the Demesnes, Immunities, Rends, Customs, Chartres, what to this house of Baall soever is belonging— Brisco 'tis thine. Bestow it at thy pleasure. 'Sdeath shall we have yet fair weather? Let me but lie with's wife, I'll give him a Son. Deliver her. Ya're and old Fool, To ask for that which is not. So go your ways. With Sack isle swear you , This was short and sweet,—Seem then we shall would wars, Bohor, the Drum must scold, the anon thunder: Fighting about a wench. Who bailed him out of Out of mine eye. Sirr , thank these Lords. I shall their loves deserve. Barteruile, we have wars, I'll have thee lend me some 30000. Chicquines at least. We , get you home with your bags sir, weel make bold. Now Shalcan, some new Spirit. 'Sdeath, still haunted with this grey sprite. I shall not hate the world so really As else I would, Oh had the ancient raze Of men (who had long leases of their lives) Been wretched as we are, no recompense Could the Gods have given them for their being here, But now more pitiful wise nature grows, Who cuts of men years to cut off his woes. I apprehend thee, a small daggers point, Opens the veins to cure our plurizy. A hundred thousand death's, than Like a captive Be chained to grace proud Caesars Chariot wheel. Fetch me deer friend, And armed Pistol, and mouth it at my breast: I'll make a way my self, and all my sorrows Are made away. Your bravest men at Arms Have done the Like. Great peers have done it. And I will do it. I embrace thee noblest friend. Content brave Bohor: o! but whither? whither? No: into hell, from men to be damned black with fiends. Me thinks I see hell awn to swallow us. My soul was sunk too low, to look more hie, Forgiveness heaven.— Alarms. And we will meet him, dare confusion, And the world's mixed poisons, there is a hand That fights for Kings, and under that weel stand. Of what house art thou? A ! To help distressed men, religion binds me, Shouldst thou in this hight broils, be met abroad, It will be iudgde you leave your Priory, Carrying gold and silver with you. But Friar if you be thus taken, your life is gone, Here, here, cast off thy habit, better that lie Ith Streets than thou poor wretch; wear mine, & away Strike down that lane. This Bohor shall disg ise me, whither wilt thou fly If we never meet again, (best friend) farewell. I will not trust this fellow: toth' Priory, no: Barteruiles Confessor: f to betray Thou findest the churl apt, leave him, if not, there stay, The downfall of that Prince, is quick and steep. Who has no heart to leave, nor power to keep, How soon meets Babels-pride, confusion? Where's that devote sick man desires to take Leave off this world? Worser us ic to all now here. I a er no l sse. Ar you the Sickma Lets hear, pray how? You need not. But what your level in this, when this is done? The Devil you have. Yes I shall. Out of this hell thou meanest: yes isle fly from thee As from the Devils hangman: thowl't else betray me. World to what crest of villainy art thou grown? When (of good men) ole kingdoms scarce breed One. Bohor! Thunder mock thunder, Beatrice ours. Where Jou nelli; and that bastard c we Of my false friends? They have their endue. Immortal thanks for our deliverance: Raze to the ground those walls: no stone shall stand, To tell such place was ever in our land, What wealth can there be found, give to the poor, Another house weel built and thee restore, To former virginity: weep not for these ruins, Thou shalt from us have honours. Here we begin Oh r reign anew, which golden threads shall spin, Justice shall henceforth fit upon our throne, And virtue be your Kings companion. War here resignes his black and horrid stage To sportful Hymen, God of Marriage. Tuesdays weel'e fit to hear the poor-man's cries, Orphans and widows: our own princely eyes Shall their petitions read: our progress then Shall be to hospitals which good minded men Have built to pious use, for lame, sicks, and poor Weel see whats given, what spent, and what flows over Churls (with Gods money) shall not feast, swill wine, And fat their rank guts whilst poor wretches pine. I marry sir, All our cares now for that. Well to begin, and not end so were base, The winning of the goal crowns eachmans raze. Trundle'em out before him. O my cruelest enemies! Stabs Bru S at me too? And all my hate. Would all these Friars up to the Abbey walls, And with shrill voices, this our peace proclaim, Stay holy father: Bohor, See you this done. Wednesdays weel spend. In the affairs Of farren states, treat with ambassadors, Hear them and give them answers. Thursday, for wars. Our Neapolitane youths (that day) shall try Their skill in arms, poor scorned Soldiers Shall not be suffered beg here (as in some lands) Nor stoop slavelike to Captains proud commands, Sta we, and lie , when the selfsame pay, The Soldier fights for, keeps the Leaders gay. Nor shall he through ice and fire make grey his bred, Wear out new Moons, only to earn his bred, Wade up to'th beard in torrents; and be drowned All save the head; march hard to meet a wound, I'th very face, and even his heartstrings crack, To win a town, yet not to cloth his back: And the black storm of troubles being gone, Shunned Like a creditor, not looked upon, But as court-palates (when bright day draws nigh) Rolled up in some dark corner is thrown by. Uncle write that. Down with Learning next. For friday shall be spent it'h reverend Schools, Where weel sift br nne from Hour, (hiss babbling fools, But crown the deep-brained disputant) none shall hold Three or four Church-livings (God by Symonious gold) In them, to fat himself as in a stye, When greater Scholars languish in beggary: And in thin threadbare cassocks wear out their age, And bury their worth in some by vicorage: This weel see mended. So set it down. Weel have it so un le. I'll have this proclamation forthwith drawn. Go see it done. Why sighs you? Of six days wo'd you not spare me one? Thou crownest me again Dear uncle, honoured Lords, with whole court Honour her hither; I am rapd with Joy, And lost till I behold her: fetch me my love. All Iouinells, weel be Jovial all. Brave Kings all! Crown, Sceptre, Court, City, Country, are at your call You are our careful pilot in this voyage Of Government, be you our Admiral. Wisdom and Age being props, realms seldom fallen. How now count Brisco? Me thinks I read a comedy in thy looks. How? loosely given? why count? Bid these poor men drink well, and so be gone. What is't? Faith be it so; because weel now rather please Our uncle than our self, pray fetch in these. The rest cashere. Uncle, heres no man scornes'em; must we be brau'de By a staring fellow, for a little fighting? go. All this isle read without may me, wound or scar. Fly to the devil let'em. No sir, and will you now my reason have? A woman's is and insatiate graven. Wherein he's damned that lies buried. Black horrors, mischief ruin and confusion affright us, follow us. Whither Spendola, whither? better stay, and die. Is my uncle fled? Follow him damnation, That leaves his Prince so in distress, in misery; Oh ban of Kings! (thou enchanting flattery,) Thy venom now I feel, ating my heart, More mortal than and Indians poisoned dart. The head's here, where are hands to lay about? The man that title mocks Is here, (thou sad-visage man) are any hirde to kill me, Or betray me? let they come: Griefs growing extreme, death is a gentle doom. I am armed word: show it. Die Spendola, a miserable King, None here can hinder us of that. Why art not thou gone? Thou art no wiseman to prefer thy love. To me, before thy life, pray thee leave me. I am betrayed. Tyrant, that royal heart thou huntest, is here, Stand from me all, you have betrayed me all, And isle trust none of you, if the Lion must fallen, Fallen shall he Like a Lion; thinkest thou (base Lord) Because the glorious Sun behind black clouds Has a while hid his beams, he's darkened for ever? Ecclipsd never more to shined, yes, and to throw Fires from his sparklings eyes, thee to confound, Touch not that noble friend of mine, (It seems, For my sake marked for danger,) let your arrows (Dipd in rank poison) be shot all at me, Since all is lost, die nobly, and lose life too: Oh uncle! must the first dart fly from you? Inviolate. There's in't a riddle (uncle) which by none but by these Friars only, can be done.—Enter Friars above. So: are you mounted? Sing now. Yes sing, Like Swans before your death's: there you all shall die; Cive fire to this most damned priory. Father, but for thee, Thunder from heaven had (long ere this) to dust Grinded these hellish buildings: that hand was ust, Which ruke your vicious Prior, so is our doom, That Synagogue of devils, let fire consume. Thou? the grand villain, give him a villains endue. He lies the slave's a Turk. The city canker, the courts cozener, A devil in shape of man. What is he? Let him see us. What are you, and whence come you? Had I (as first I did begin) gone on, I Like a Schoolboy should have worn my crown, As if I had borrowed it. I'll be a Sea, (boundless.) And laugh, though the whole world mourns. Every device Their Ningles bring in, abuse with scurvy jest, Beet nee're so good. I cannot abide a woman thats found of me. To our worthy friend your welcomes. 'Sdeath! if these doting gray-beards might have their wills, We never shall have ours: let us cross em As they cross us. Teach Jou nell and Brisco when to give fire. Dromes and trump S sounding, Brave Shalcan-Bohor, all this while Our eye has followed yours, and seen it smile, (As it in scorn) of what these men could do, Which made us slight them off; to engross you (Our best and richest prize:) ith Courts of Kings Through which you would passed, you would seenewonders, show em. I refer you to your Patron there. Do ard, I scorn to take prescription From any breath to which ours is supreme, Stood Devils with fireworks on your battlements, A thousand Armed Jove's at your proud walls Hurling forked Thunder, and the gates rambd up With piles of Citizens heads, our springtide pleasures No adverse winds, no Torrent shall resist Amid flames weel dance, and die a Nerenist. So is the Devil. Ten Kingdoms cannot buy thee; were there hell Thart damned in all, 'Sdeath! fie that house of devils. Your Friars so lusty! Destruction? why? the heaven can abide but one sun, I h pe we on earth may love many men's daughters TO l Erminhilda so: send her home to the duke her father: And tell him too, because the disease of marriage Brings the stone with it, I hate a woman; I love not To be cut: enclosed grounds are too rank. To betray me?