DON JOHN

Pacheco? I would took cold already. Is't so early! What a Clock Is't? How dost mean, go to hanging! No, but for a notable Gallows, too many Lordship's are trussed up every day (boy) some would give a 1000. Crowns to have they untied, but come sir tie up my Lordship. So he does, for these are fast now, and lose at night. Why boy! Do you know what the love of a woman is! You're a noble Villain. Well get you gone—— Here's a brave file of noble Portugals Have sworn to help me, its hard trusting strangers, Nay more, to give them footing in a Land Is easy, hard to remove them; say they and I Should send my Brother King out of this world, And enthrone me (for that's the Star I reach at,) I must have Spain mine, more then Portugal, Say that the Dons and Grandies were mine own, And that I had the Keys of the Court Gates Hang at my Girdle; in my hand the Crown, There's yet no lifting it up to my head Without the people: I must ride that Beast, And best fit fast: who walks not to his Throne Upon their heads and hands, goes but alone; This Dogfish must I catch then, the Queens Father! (Pedro Valasco) what if I God him! Its but a shallow old fellow, and to built On the greatest, wisest Statesman, in a design Of this high daring, is most dangerous; We see the tops of tall trees, not their heart; To find that found or rotten, there's the Art. How now Iago? Well Sir: must come! So: As I must come, so he ere long must go. Not very well. Yes wondrously,—a kind of Megrim Sir. I think to bind Your Temples with the Crown of Spain would ease you. The Crown of Spain! my Temples! It shall go hard else. When I am to deal sir, A wise man then shall hold the Cards. W'ud your Grace Would licence me a while to leave the Court To attend my health. I take my leave—as for you Sir- Pacheco. It shall be so, to the King presently See my Caroach be ready, furnish me To go to Court sir. What sayest thou? I will to Court. Lay down, begun. When you counseled me to ride my horse. Not a wink. But i'th next morning, I could not in a Russian stove sweat more Then I did in my Bed. And had no clothes upon me. My bones Sir paid for all this, and yet you cry, still the better: when you have purged your pockets full of gold out of a Patient, and then nailed him in's Coffin, you cry then still the better too, a man were better to lie under the hands of a Hangman, than one of your rubarbatiue faces; sirrah Doctor, I do not think but I have been well, all this time I have been Sick? O good Master Doctor, come no more of this, I have another Diaphragma for you to tickle, you minister poison in some Medicines, do you not? So, so, break not my head with your hard words, you can for a needs poison a Great man? Right Sir, but I must have it done in sadness, it's your Trade Master Doctor to send men packing: hark you, it's no less Bugbear then Done Valasco! Him you must sink. And thy certain death to deny it, if you will not show him a cast of your Office, I'll be so bold, as bestow this upon you of mine, I am sharp set, will you do it? When? This day? And make him fast. For speaking. Why then good Doctor rise To honour by, it be secret and be wise. A way with these, show him the way in, Doctor. If you fail. Thanks my good Lord, Doctor dispatch, take heed your Compositions, Hit as I told you. Go then, this visitation of your Lordship, I take most kindly. These notes are strange. I strike you not, nor strive to give you falls, It's your own gilded afflicts you, if to the King The song I set of you, did to your ear Unmusically found, 'twas not in hate To you, but in desire to give the state True knowledge of my innocence, be sure a bird, Chanted that tune to me, that only you Incensed the King that I should fell him. Do you think I lie? 'Twas a man most near you. For you must think that all that bow, stand bore And give Court Cakebread to you, love you not. If I can friend you, use me. O my good Lord, times silver foretop stands On end before you, but you put it by. Catch it, it's yours, scaped never yours, your shoulders Bear the Weal-public up, but they should bear, Like Pillars to be strong themselves: would I Want fish at Sea, or golden showers at Court I'de go awry sometime, were't but for sport. Not I! what storms! What Pinnace mean you? For what? Now it's your time to strike. Tell him! Were you some Father in Law now. How easy were it, For you to set this warping Kingdom straight? And weed the State. And to take all, Into your own hands. Then doo't. Come on. Umh. Take her up! The people, since men's wives are common Cases. To force this Tyrant to mend or end. Shoot off the Piece you have charged. You and I shall fallen to cutting throats. If ever you speak of this. Thanks good Alphonso, nay pray stay. Troth so they are; plump Bacchus cheeks were never So round and read, the very God of Wine. Swells in this bunch, Lyaeus set this Vine. Good Alphonso. My duty to the King. How do you Like your Grapes? These are the bullets that make Cities reel, More then the Cannon can. I'm dizzy O! does not all the house run round on wheels! Do not the Posts go round! my Lord this fellow, Loves you I hope? What do you feel? Without there, call the Doctor (slave) He'll bring that shall forbid it, call him (villain) What is't? The Doctor shall begin, quickly, so here, Half this to both our death's if't come too late. Shift hands, is't mortal! Let it run I'm glad, thy life's not a span long. How is't! Better, I do fear this physic Like pardons for men hanged is brought too late. Who's without! Take help; bestow the body in't, convey it, To his own house and there sir, see you swear, You saw him in your presence fallen dead here. Help then, away, Thou art next, for none must live that can betray. The Devil Doctor I'll give you a purge for this, I'll make Your Highness laugh. In this retreat of mine from Court, my body (Which was before a clean stream) growing foul By my minds trouble, through your high displeasure Which went to the bottom of my heart; I called That found Carded to me, gave him fees and bid him (By all the fairest props that Art could rear) To keep my health from falling, which I felt Tottering and shaken, but my Vrinalist (As if he sat in Barber-surgeons Hall Reading Anatomy Lectures) left no Artery Unstretched upon the Tenters. My bowels were his conjuring rooms, to quit him I tempted him to poison a great man, I knowing this my honourable friend— Coming to visit me, This was the man must die. Only to hatch a jest on my pilled Doddy, I knew he durst not doo't. That had made me more glad. Being a Doctor you may lose your self. How! not all thy Kingdom can. Are you in earnest? See then, I put my self into your Den: What does the Lion now with me? I am none. You sir; spit all thy poison forth. I speak this! Where! Chamber! Was it not when you told me, that the King Had God a strumpet. A Citizens wife; 'Twas when you swore to pay him soundly. The peoples hearts were full. Or was't not when you threatened to take all, Into your own hands: Chambers! You may. Boy. Art sure thou sawest the Admiral at Court! And talking with the King? And what say the people about my committing to mine own house? A Libel, away. I'm glad the stinkards are so merry, a halter on they, it's music to them to have every man thrown off, you have seen the Kings Mistress, boy have you not, what manner of piece is't? What report gives she? How does the Ladies take it; now the King keeps a Wench under the Queens nose? I herd say they were all once leaving the Court? Who are you! What are you? fetch me a weapon The King; I did not understand your Majesty. Not I. Me! And lower then earth you cannot. I care not, I will be little so in debt to you, that I will not owe you so much as God a mercy for my life. And Heaven knows mine Left in mine enemies hand, are you my Jailer? I needs not any, That you and I should both meet at one Ball, I being the stronger, yet you give the fallen. Do what? And must you play the Hangman. God's-death what are these? These my Executioners, And you my overseer; wherefore kneel they? What book's that they hold This is no time for Dedications. Then I choose this. I'm more sorry Sir, I had rather have my body hacked with wounds, Then to-have a Hangman fillip me. Any where Since I must down, the King might let me fallen From lofty Pinnacles, to make my way Through and armed Field, yet for all that, even then Unless I slew a kingdom full of men I should at last be paid home: blackest fate Thy worst, I here defy thee, what the State Appoints it's welcome. It's ready. From a graven likewise Your Majesty calls me, I have looked back On all my poor Ambitions, and am sorry, That I fell ever from so bright a Sphere, As is the Love of such a royal brother. Your mercy new transforms me. Fell Justice and she'l by you Lordship's, cloth her (As Citizens do their wives) beyond their worth She'll make you fell your Lordship's and your plate No wise man will for nothing serve a state, Remember this, your Daughter is the Queen Brave phrase to say my Son in Law the King, Whilst sweet showers fallen, and Sunshine, make your Spring. Would all we both are worth, were laid to pawn To a Broaker that's undamned for half a dram For half a scruple,—o we are poisoned. O Doctor now or never—give him his last, We are poisoned both. Give it him,