ATHELSTANE

Herein your love shall best set out it self, By staying with us: if our English I'll Hold any object welcome to your eyes, Do but make choice, and claim it as your prize. Hold him in talk: come hither, Agripyne. If by the sovereign Magic of thine eye, Thou canst inchant his looks to keep the circles Of thy fair cheeks, be bold to try thy charms, Feed him with Hope's, and find the royal vein, That leads this Cypriot to his golden mine. Here's Music spent in vain, Lords, fallen to dancing. Nay Insultado, you must not deny us. Thanks, Insultado. The day grows old, & what remains unspent, Shall be consumed in banquets, Agripyne, Leave us a while, if Andelocia please, Go bear our beauteous daughter company. Exeunt Agrip. and Andel. and Ladies. His pride weel somewhat tame, & curb the head Of his rebellious prodigality: He hath invited us, and all our Peers, To feast with him tomorrow, his provision, I understand may entertain three kings. But Lincoln, let our Subjects secretly Be charged on pain of life that not a man Fell any kind of Fuel to his servants. Withdraw a while: Exeunt. Manet Athelstan. None filled his hands with Gold, for we set spies, To watch who fed his prodigality: He hung the Marble bosom of our Court, As thick with glistering Spangle's of pure gold, As ere the spring hath slucke the earth with flowers. Unless he melt himself to liquid gold, Or be some God, some devil, or can transport A mint about him, (by enchanted power) He cannot rain such showers: with his own hands He threw more wealth abroad in every street, Then could be thrust into a Chariot: He's a Magician sure, and to some fiend, His soul (by infernal covenants) has he sold, Always to swim up to the chin in gold. Be what he can be, if those doting fires, Wherein he burns for Agripina's love, Want power to melt from him this endless Mine, Then (Like a slave) weel chain him in our Tower, Where tortures shall compel his sweating hands To cast rich heaps into our treasury. By my Crown I swear, None but fair Agripyne the Jem shall wear. Art sure of this? How didst thou driven it out? More then a second kingdom hast thou wone. Leave him, that when he wakes he may suspect, Some else has robbed him, come dear Agripyne, If this strange purse his sacred virtues hold, Weel circle England with a wast of Gold. Exeunt. Lincoln, how settest thou her at liberty? Then shall thy choice end in this Cyprus prince. Before the Sun shall six times more arise, His royal marriage will we solemnise. Proclaim this honoured match, come Agripyne, I am glad th'art here, more glad the purse is mine. In spite of sorcery try once again, Try once more in contempt of all damed spells. See, prince of Cyprus, thy fair Agripyne Hath turn her beauty to deformity. All means are tried, but no means can be found. So thou wilt bear her far from England sighed, Enjoy thy wishes. I am amazed and mad, some speckled soul Lies pawned for this in Hell, without redemption, Some fiend deludes us all. This proves that true, which oft I have herd in schools, Those that would seem most wise do turn most fools. Now Chester, what Physicians hast thou found? Cure her, and England's treasury shall stand, As free for Thee to use, as rain from heaven. This is most strange. Wast painful Longauyle? Prepare it then, and thou shalt have more gold From England's Coffers, then thy life can wast. Let no man speak, or look, upon his life. Doctor, none here shall rob Thee of thy skill. And this way I: No matter which way, to seek misery. Exit Athelst. Most sacred Goddess. Fair Empress of the world, since you resign Your power to me, this sentence shall be mine, Thou shalt be tortured on a wheel to death, Thou with wild horses shalt be quartered. This Cipriot bears a galla ̄ to princely mind. My Lord, of what birth is your countryman? Think not, sweet Prince, that I propound this question, To wrong you in your love to Agripyne: Our favours grace him to and other end. Nor let the wings of your affection droop, Because she seems to shun loves gentle lure. Believe it on our word, her beauty's prize Only shall yield a conquest to your eyes. But tell me whats this Fortunatus son?