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As is that eye of Heaven. No; but with broad eyes, Glassy and fiery staired upon me thus, As black, as is a Soul new dipped in Hell; The tother was all white, a beard and hair Snowy Like Portugal, and me thought his look: But had no arms. No: just my height, Now, and ever this it was shot up so high, Me thought I herd the head knock at a Star, Clean through the Seeling. I saw it. A vice Ass; You're and incredulous Coxcomb, these saw it. I called for help; these entered, found me dead with fear! Did not the Spirits glide by thee? God's-heart do I lie! do you brave me! you base Peasant? One of my wives men, is't not! Would! What a Pox fawns the Cur for here! away. Her Spy Sir! Are you! And yet I lie a whoreson buzzard—Now sir When sir! Father I'll tell you a Tale, upon a time The Lion Fox and silly Ass did jar, Grew friends and what they God, agreed to share: A prey was taken, the bold Ass did divide it Into three equal parts, the Lion spied it, And scorning two such sharers, moody grew, And pawing the Ass, shook him as I shake you. And in rage tore him piece meal, the Ass thus dead, The prey was by the Fox distributed Into three parts again; of which the Lion Had two for his share, and the Fox but one: The Lion (smiling) of the Fox would know Where he had this wit, he the dead did show. Thou art that Ass. Thou: you, and the Fox my Brother cut my Kingdom, Into what steaks you list, I share no more, Then what you list to give. You two broach War or Peace; you plot, contrive, You flay off the Lyons skin, you fell him alive, But having torn the Ass first limb from limb His death shall tell the Fox I'll so serve him. If I know, your little finger was but in't, neither age; Your place in Court, and Council, respect of honour, Nor of my wife (your Daughter) shall keep this head Upon these shoulders— How now Brother! Sick! Our Court is some Enchanted Tower you come not near it. Are you not troubled with some pain i'th head? Your Nightcap shows you are? Nay, I but jest, A Kingdom would make any Sick man well, And John I would thou hadst one. What? Sir if you remember Before he came, you buzzed into mine ear, Tunes that did found but scurvily. That he should fell me to the Portugal. Nay Sir, and more,— I shall blush to speak it, Hark you, a Pox vpon't, cannot you sooth His sullen Lordship up, you see I do Platter him, confess any thing. My Lord do you see this Change i'th Moon, sharp horns Do threaten windy weather, shall I rule you Send to him dead words, write to him your mind And if your hearts be unsound purge both, all humours That are corrupt within you. Pray Madam rise. Entailed! What's her Husband? T'hast fired me. I'll steal from Court in some disguise presently. Away, I'll follow thee, speak not of hast, Thou tyest but wings to a swift grey Hounds heel, And addest to a running Chariot a fifth wheel. Thou now dost hinder me, away, away. And perhaps speed worse: no: your price? How! Your man is too hard, I'll rather deal with you: three I'll give you. Well lay these by, a Cordovant for my self. The Leather is too rough. The price? The Great Turk be damned. I Like this beard-brush, but that the hair's too stiff. Too deer, let's go. Rarely. what lure canst thou cast to fetch her off? The fatal Ball is cast, and though it fires All Spain, burn let it, hight as my desires: Have you dispatched? It may be so, but your Mistress will not say so. Faith do forsooth, you'll not repent your match. Do wee'll softly afore. You shall. Why shake you, fear not, none here threats your life! Do you not know me? Hear me, thou strivest with Thunder, yet this hand That can shake Kingdoms down, thrusts into thine, The Sceptres, if proud fallen, thou lettest them fallen Thou beatest thy self in pieces on a rock That shall for ever ruin thee and thine Thy Husband, and all opposites that dare With us to cope, it shall not serve your turn With your dim eyes to judge our beams, the light Of Common fires, We can before thy sighed Shine in full splendour, though it suits us now To suffer this base cloud to mask our brow Be wise, and when thou mayest (for lifting up Thine arm) pluck Stars, refuse them not, I swear By heaven I will not force thee against thy blood, When I send, come: if not, withstand thy good; Go, get you home now, this is all, farewell. Why dive you so? Th'art a damned Bawd: A soaking, sodden, splayfoot, ill-faced Bawd; Not all the wits of Kingdoms can enact To save what by such Gulfs as thou art wracked, Thou hoary wickedness, Devils dam, dost thou think Thy poisons rotten breath shall blast our fame, Or those furred gummmes of thine gnaw a Kings name! If thou wouldst down before thy time, to thy crew, Prate of this—yes; do, for gold, any slave May gorge himself on sweets, Kings cannot have By help of such a hag as thou, I would not Dishonour her for and Empire, from my sighed. Give over your Trade. See you do. We search for Serpents, but being found destroy the, Men drink not poisons, though they oft employ them. So sweetness, I'll now walk no longer with you. Never shall: Prithee keep thy Chamber a while, the Air bites. There's some Cloud between then. I see none but fair ones. Let it come, by these Roses I am angry that you let me not go. I must of necessity have one. I will, so you choose that which I Like. The bud sure, I love no blown beware. Do you hear? are you angry? Your Muff. You will make me angry: good wife! so, take it. What! Tormiella, No do not! It's a Cock the Lion can fright, The Hen dost now, the Case is altered quite. What hast thou done? Whom hast thou poisoned? Would it had been the Daughter, thou shalt feel: A double death, one here, and one in Hell. Our Guard; go fetch Done John our brother to Court. Search him. He shall Go you and fetch him secretly to Court Alphonso take the Doctor and return. Death! when! Iago with your smoothest face Go greet Done John from us, Say we have work of State, both presently And closely bid him come. How now what's he, give us leave, come hither: We have perused your paper Sir, and think Your promises Spring-tides, but we fear you'll ebb In your performance. You give me physic after I'm dead, the Portugals and we Have hung our drums up, and you offer here Models of Fortification, as if a man Should when War's done, set up and Armorors shop. This fellow I'll fitly cast i'th Villains mould, I find him crafty, envious, poor, and bold: Into a Saw I'll turn thee, to cut down All Trees which stand in my way; what's thy name: Lupo Vindicado's; Umh! nay we shall employ you Merit went never from us with a forehead, Wrinkled or sullen, what place would you serve in? You say, you have the Languages. What think you of and Intelligencer, we'll send you- You having traveled as you said so far, And knowing so much, I muse thou art so poor. Well observed Come sir, faith let's crow together, in what stamp Dost thou coin all thy Languages. Of what Religion art thou? When you were in France? Without there. Give this Gentleman five hundred Pistolets Be near us. Through the Gallery, Unseen convey him hither, give us leave sir. You have reason. Come hither Dead man you'll justify this treason? So. A Chair, stand you Full here and stir not, front him, bring him in How, now, did a Hare cross your way? You must tickle me soundly then. So he vexed you to the guts. Why did you this? But say he had? Men's lives then are your Balls, disarm him How him in pieces, Our Guard, 'sdeath kill him. Look. Th'art a traitor. No! Come to your proofs, and see you put they home. Would. We bid it. What bird? How gone! what's gone! You jest. I have hotter news for you, Your Father's head lies here, art thou still shooting. Thy stings into my sides! Now do you look I should turn wild, and send through all the winds Horsemen in quest of her, because you wear A kind of yellow stocking; let her fly If Jove for sooth would fix a star in Heaven, Juno runs mad, thou better mightest have spurned The gates of hell open; then to look into Our bosom. You're a Toad. In thine own ruin, me canst thou hit But with one finger which can do no harm But when a King strikes, it's with his whole arm. Must you be closeted? What are you doing? Naked knives; for what, Speak, 'sdeath speak you. You lie, away. Yes. Be true to me I charge you, did the Queen Offer no violence to you. Why were these drawn, Know not; what's here, Why is this rose denied with a pearled tear. When the sunshines so warm, you know not that too, The lamb has am'd the Lion, the vulture tyers Upon the Eagles heart, these subtle wyers Chanie Jove, these balls, from whose flames Cupid drew, His wild fire burns here, this you know not too. I love you, that you know not neither, you're coy, And proud, and fair, you know this, Where then. Your husbands arms, Thou art his whore, he played the thief and robbed Another of thee, and to spoil the spoiler, Is Kingly justice, it's a lawful prize That's taken from Pirates; there's are fellow wives. I work thee not to be so, for when time Shall jog his glass and make those sands lie low Which now are at the top, thy self shalt grow In self same place my Queen does. No! The found of Bells and Timbrels make you mad As it does a Tiger, the softer that I stroke you The worse you bite, your father and your Husband Are at my sending come to Court, I'll lay Honours on both their backs, here they shall stay Because I'll keep you here, if you do frown The engine which rears up, shall pluck all down. I'll fetch they to you my self. Y'aue the best welcome which the Court can yield, For the King gives it you. Is this your Father? And that your Husband? Is the man jealous! We send not for you hither to be braved, Sirrah cast your darts elsew here. It's our Queens pleasure that your wife be called Her woman, and because she will not lose her, She hath importuned us to raise you both; Your name sir? Andrada Malevento we make you Viceadmiral of our Navy. We make thy Husband— Take hence that fellow, he's mad. Go tell the lunatic so; Andrada hark, Take hence that Wolf that barks thus. So sir. Partly, and thus reckon never to see her more. God's-death break it open. You shall, for I'll speak plain to you, know you these? You do not, a Kings arm thou seest Has a long reach, as far as Portugal Can We fetch treason back hatched here by you. Thee and the traitorous Portugals to deprive me Of life and Crown, but I shall strike their King And them, and thee beneath into the earth. Half your body is in the graven, it only lacks our hand To cast the dust upon you, yet you stand On slippery Ice your self, and trip at us Whose foot is fixed on Rocks, but since th'ast, thrown Thy self down never look to rise. You shall not then, stand not to aim at marks Now rove not but make choice of one fair white Th'ast but one arrow to shoot, and that's thy flight The Admiral knows our pleasure. My brother John is gone then? He's best there, Except the Gods, Kings love none whom they fear. How now! O hast fitted her, so, hence sir. Let me have no more of this: have not we eyes Pointed Like Sunbeam, go to, get you in. Would! My Lord Admiral, my wife's grown kind, see! Pray step your self unto her, say I lock My heart up in your bosom to her use, and give it her Do. I'll see her anon Leave us, stay you, and set that Table here. A chair, none trouble us, do you serve the Queen? We know you now, you're in our eye Are the doors fast? Nearer yet, Do not you know of a conspiracy, To take away my life upon Saint—tush, No matter for the day, you know the plot Sir? Blushing do you stain? Y'aue all fixed Your hands and Seals to and Indenture drawn By such a day to kill me. No! Fetch me Ink and Paper I soon shall try that, come Sir write your name: Stay, your own words shall choke you, 'twas a letter Wrapped up in hidden Characters, and sent Enclosed in a Pomegranate, to a great Done And thus subscribed: At your pleasure your obsequious vassal Write this, and then your name, here. Thy hand shakes. Here sir, your name now there so low it stood. There's in thy face no Traitor I cannot tell Good mouths have given thee to me, on your life Be not you Like a Wolves-skin Drum to fright The whole Herd by your found, I will compare Your hand with this, that's all, but sir beware You prate to none of what betwixt us is passed. Here take this Key, meet me some half hour hence i'th privy Gallery with two naked Poniards. Yes, go send some body in, stay, Lupo Can you write? Indite a Letter—God's-death sir—here begin How! write —My most admired Mistress. With the fire you first kindled in me, still I am burned. So that Thunder shall not hinder me from climbing the highest step of the Ladder. Of your perfections, though I be confounded for ever. Your high pleasures are mine, mine yours. And I die ever lastingly until I be in your bosom. So. Hold. Where are the Gentlemen of our Chamber? Bid them attend us close. Where? Stay, none touch him On your lives; on Kings shoulders stand The heads of the Colossie of the Gods (Above the reach of Traitors) were the beds Of twenty thousand Snakes laid in this bosom, There's thunder in our looks to break them all, Leave us. Jove cannot fallen, Both person place and business were quite lost Out of our memory, lay aside these poniards We have altered now our business, you shall bear sir Our salutation to the Queen—not sealed! God's-foot, nor endorsed! some Ink, come let the forehead Have no more wrinkles in't-but this, to the Queen, Write it. No, no, it's well, Hast thou no Seal about thee? if my wife Exceptions take missing our royal signet Say that not having that, I borrowed yours. Hide it, goe-without there. You met him did you not, how looked the slave? Unparalleled Villain! Devils could not set To hatch such spiteful mischief, guard me closely, When you see him at the stake then worry him, Are all weaponed? When Darts invisible do fly, A slave may kill a Lion in the eye. How now at Barle-brake, who are in Hell? What's that? to the Queen, what Queen! Uds death. Lupo, Fasten her. Iago see. Look all, bind fast this Devil, is there no Circle To be damned in but mine. O thou lustful harlot. Keep her off. Is this thy hand? And this thy name, thy hand? Spare him, unhand her. To prison with them both. Hence, guard her. Follow your Mistress, you. O that I Should in a woman's lap my Kingdom lay, Honour and life, and she should all betray To a Groom, a slave. Iago I have done, Pray let my grief want company, this wrack So great, shall make whole Kingdom mourn in black. Lupo! Yes, hark thee Lupo: It may be th'art a Serpent dull of sighed, Be quick of hearing, may be th'art a Hare And canst see sideways, let me lock up here, What ever's laid in there. Wilt venture for me? May I trust thee? Didst ever kill a Scorpion? Didst never bait a wild Bull? A strange disease Hangs on me, and our Doctors say the blood Only of these two beasts must do me good, Darest thou attempt to kill them? The Queen that Scorpion is, Tormiellas husband The mad Ox broken lose; in a small volume What mischief may be writ, in a maze! This does it, by this key burst up all doors That can betray thee, done be sure to rise, Let a Kings royal breath, send the hence flying. Heaped up honours Are scedules to thine enterprise annexed, Do it and mount— Thy self goes next. When! Mad now! now frantic! When all my Hope's are at their highest pitch Enjoy her beauty's! talk no more: thou liest. Curses consume thee—on— Wave upon Wave, Hard hearted Furies, when will you dig my Grave: You do not hear him, thunder shakes Heaven first Before dull Earth can feel it: My deer, dearest Queen is dead. What said she last! And so her heartstrings cracked! Villainous man, Thou see what we have enjoyed, thou impudent fool Away, Iago give this tumbling Whale Empty barrels to play with, till this troublous Seas (Which he more raging makes) good Heaven appease. My Queen dead, I shall now have rhyming slaves Libel upon us, giving her innocent wings But say we murdered her, scandal dare strike Kings: Then here's another Moon of Spain Eclipsed, One whom ourbest loved Queen put in her bosom, For sweetness of pure life, integrity, And (in Court beauty's wondrous) honesty, She's mad too, Lupo, Tormiella's mad! Use thy skill. Would! the Queen! was she not at my elbow? I must not live thus, Iago if I lie After the kingly fashion without a woman I shall run mad at midnight; I will marry The Lunatic Lady, she shall be my Queen, Proclaim her so. All the world's frantic, mad with mad are best. Thou givest me another Crown, o Vindicados, The axletree on which my Kingdom moves, Leans on thy shoulders, I am all thine; Tormiella! Bright Cynthia look not pale, Endymions here, Hymen shall fetch a leap from Heaven t'alight Full in thine arms, back thou black ominous night. Has heaven left chiding yet! there's in thy voice A thunder that worse frights me, didst thou swear In bed to kill me, had I married thee? And did that Villain, That Lupo Vindicado's, thrust this vengeance Into thy desperate hand? Strange preservation! Devil, didst thou tempt this woman against my life? Rare Providence, I thank thee, what a heap Of mischiefs have I brought upon my Kingdom, By one base Act of lust, and my greatest horror Is that for her I made away my Queen By this destroyers hand, this crimson Hellhound That laughs at nothing but fresh Villainies. Would! Long may she, Fetch her, commend me to her, cheer her (Father.) Let that sly Bawd Engine of Hell, who wrought upon thy Chastity Be whipped through Seville, four such tempting witches May undo a City come, you wronged pair By a King that parted you, you new married are. Enjoy each other and prosper. No sir, you're no true Lord, you have a title, A face of honour, as in Courts many have, For base and servile prostitutions, And you are such a one, your Daughters fallen Was first step to your rising, and her rising Again to that sweet goodness she never went from, Must be your fallen, and strip you of all honours Your Lordship is departed. Yes sir, I purge my Court of such Infection. O my abused heart, thy pardon, see I have sent home my stolen goods: As she was ever; now with full clear eyes I see thy beauty, and strange Cheeks despise. Be as you speak, we are friends, it was our will To let you know, we can, or save, on kill. Sirrah your saving My Queen, when I confess (lust me so blinded) I would have gladly lost her; gives thee life. Pray noble brother love this man, he's honest, I have made of him good proof, we should have had A wedding, but Heaven frowned at it, and I Am glad it's croft, yet we'll both Feast and dance, Our Fame hath all this while lain in a Trance: Come Tormiella, well were that City blessed, That with but, Two such women should excel, But there's so few good, th'ast no Parallel. Do. This case my self will handle; fee no Lawyer I'll stand for you, would! Servants of mine turned grinders! To oppress the weak! What slave is't! from my sighed, Least my heaved hand swerueawry, and Innocence smite. So: come hither, nearer, where shines this star? Young! Thou madest me, newly married! Cracked things pox on they. How shall I get a sighed of this rich Diamond. Peace; Madam lets try here: A glove with and excellent perfume. I would fit my self sir, but I am now for a woman: a pretty little hand, the richest you have. Yes faith Madam, at all adventures I'll make this my measure, shall I mistress! I but the Leather. Adulterated I doubt. No no, it needs not: that which is opened already shall serve my turn. Pox on they, they'll not last, th'are burned i'th dying. Hear me. In vain. I'll hang him that stirs in't, the proudest Falcon that's perched up nearest the Eagle, if he dare, make this his prey, how many years! Is't so! were't thou a Diamond worth the world, And never so hard, yet thine own Dust shall cut thee: Go call that Lady back. Some two footed Devil in our Court, Would thrust you out of all, Enclosed! or Common! It pleases me well. Pray (Fair Lady) does it not come on too stiff? So. You are vexed, I have preferred a creature to you. Back. Good stuff, I shall find traitors of you both, If you are, be so; with my finger, thus I fan away the dust flying in mine eyes Raised by a little wind; I laugh at these now, It's smoke, and yet because you shall not think We'll dance in Earth quakes, or throw squibs at Thunder, I charge both keep your Chambers for a day Or so.— Would! Move in thy voice the Spheres, when ̄ next thou speakest, Tormiella.