QUEEN

Are you weary of my Company! It's because the Sun shines not so hight as't had wont. Yes, and a horrible foul one. No! Look yonder, it comes from the City. Nay look you, your Grace takes all from me too; pray Sir give me my roses, your Highness is too covetous. You shall, so you take it of my choosing. Which will you have, the bud, or that which is blown? Take your bud then. No, you are jealous, you are so loath to have me out of your sighed,you needs not, for I keep the fashion of the Kings of China, who never walk abroad, but beside their Attendants, have five or six as richly attired as themselves, to cut off treason. Who dares check the Sun, if he make a stinking weed grow close to a bed of Violets? vexed! not I, and yet me thinks you might give me leave to choose mine own women, as well as you do your men, I commend no man to you, for lifting join stools to be one of your guard. Take it good wife. Now I hope you'll take it, you needs not scorn a Queens leavings, for a Queen has had yours. You see; does your Majesty frown because I take it from her Come hither, put your hand here? so, well met, All friends now, yet though tied never so fast, Being a bow knot, it slips it self at last. I thank your highness for the bird you gave me, Your Tassel gentle, she's lured off and gone. Your woman's fled, Whom you preferred to me, she's stolen from Court. be it so.— Where your Trull lies. Woman's revenge awake thee, thou hast stirred A blood as hight and high as is thine own Raise no more storms; your treasure is not gone, I feared the Sea was dangerous, and did found it Mischief but half up, is with ease confounded. Make fast the Closet—so—give me the key I mean to kill thee. Guess. I could through loop holes hit thee, or hire slaves And send death to thee, twenty secret ways. Or (as the Heart Draws Serpents from their Den) with subtle breath I could allure thee to fit down, and banquet With me as with the King thou hast. Yet poison you most sweetly. And I could make thee a Queens bedfellow As thou hast been a Kings. Swear, Yet stifle you in a pillow, but I scorn To strike thee blindfold, only thou shalt know And Eagles nest, disdains to hatch a Crow: Why are all mouths in Spain filled to the brim, Flowing over with Court news, only of you and him The King I mean, where lies the Court? It removed last, to shop of a Millaner The gests are so set down, because you ride Like us, and steal our fashions and our tyers, You'll have our Courtiers to turn shopkeepers, And fallen to trading with you, would! Out Crocodile,— I'll cure you of the Kings evil.— How dares so base a flower follow my Sun At's rising to his setting. How darest thou Serpent wind about a tree That's mine. Or to shake the leaves. Or once to taste the fruit Though thrown into thy lap, if from a Harlot Prayers ever came; pray, for thou diest. How did my Husband win thee? Worse and worse. I have now no heart left to kill thee, rise, thou and I Will Like two quarreling Gallants faster tie A knot of Love, we both i'th Field being wounded Since we must needs be sharers, use me kindly And play not the right Citizen, to undo Your partner, who 'ith stock has more than you. Yes. Not getting Children. Must you be closeted? When heart breakest thou, thou dost too much swell, This Aspish biting, is incurable. Who gave you this? Out impudent Traitor. Me, it's to me Your mistress there the Messenger, her Secretary He here. Your Trull and he have laid Trains to blow up mine honour, I am betrayed. Fasten me! Slave let me go. Guard me Heaven. Thou Villain speak truth. Save him and let him spit His blackest poison forth? Let me have Justice as thou art a King! As I am thy wife Make not thy self a strompit of me. I come Heaven, guarded with innocence. Honestly! You call me from a graven of shame and sorrow. In which I lay deep buried. First I thank Heaven, then him, and at last you. Here be others in the Troop will be taken for Queens sooner then I. Call in the Villain, Thou audacious Serpent! How darest thou wind in knotted curls thy lust About our honour; where hadst thou this Letter?