PARIDEL

The most wretched in your land. the most in soul dejected; the most base, And most unserviceable weed, unless You by your heavenly Influence change his vileness Into a virtual habit fit for use. To run in debt thus basely for a life, To spend which, had been glory! Oh most vile! The good I reap from this superfluous grace, Is but to make my self Like Casars horse, To kneel while he gets up: my back must bear Till the chine crack, yet still a servile fear Must lay more loads on me, and press me down. When Princes give life, they so bind men to'em, That trusting them with too much, they vndo'em. Who then but I, from steps so low would rise? Great Fortune's (eanrd thus) are great Slaveries: Snatched from the common hangmans hands for this? To have my mind feel torture! now I see, When good days come, (the Gods so seldom give them;) That though we have them, yet we scarce believe them. Heart how art thou confined? and barred of room, Thart quick enough, yet livest within a tomb. Come, Come, I know (without all commenting) This text you understand: weigh the utility, That goes with it: the health it gives to thousands; The sap it spreads through bram ̄ ches which now wither: The restauration— Nor ever shalt: why the great Turk is a very little fell low; I have seen a scurvy little bade paltry Christian, has been taken for the greatest Turk there. Deservedly. The law, hath fastened on me only for attempt, It was no actual nor commenced violence That brought death with it, but intent of ill. May yond Clouds Muster themselves in Armies, to confound Him that shall wish you dead, hurt, or uncrowned. And humble suit, I am grown bold finding so free a giver, Where beggars once take alms, they look for't ever. I was. Most true:—my reasons.— I. Thy last hour, Oh heavens, further The work you have begun: where art thou heart? Of damnation upon my self; When on your face I look, Me thinks I see those Virtues drawn alive Which did in Elfilyne the seventh survive, (Your father's father, and your grandfather,) And then that you should take me for a serpent Gnawing the branches of that glorious tree, The grief melts even my soul, Oh pardon me. Oh matchless; im'e all poison, and yet she. Tutnes all to goodness by wise tempering me. For not doing am I damde: how are my spirits Halde, tortured, and grown wild? on leaves eternal Vows have I writ so deep, so bound them up, So texted them in characters capital, I cannot raze them but I blot my name Out of the book of sense: mine oath stands filde On your court-roles, Then keep it, up to heave Thy ladder's but thus High: courage, to kill Ten men I should not freeze thus: yet her murder Cannot be nam bloodshed, for her Fairies Are all of faith, and fealty assoiled The balm that her anointed is washed off, Her crown is now not hers; upon the pain Of a black c see, no more must I obey her, I climb to heaven by this, climb then and slay her. I defy any man that speaks it. And dost thou be y Sui thou so? My no against ; My good. O me;—new nothing l your mercy me can save. 'Tis welcome, a black life, blame fame, This is the blessed day for which (through want Of those bright rays that sparkle from your eyes) My frozen soul hath languished Goddess complete, If you, a wretch so mean, will bid to speak, I shall unclasp a book whose very first line, (Being not well pointed) is my doom to death: But if your sacred judgement (on the Margine,) Control all wresting comments, All your subjects Will fold me in their bosoms. What if I show you a foundation, Firm as earth's fixed Centre? a strong warrant, To strike the head off, and In unction That bids me doo't: A dispensation For what I do: A pardon signed, that gives Indulgence , and full remission (For any criminal breach of the highest Law) After it's done: nay more, a voice as clear As that of Angels, which proclaims the act, Good, honourable, meritorious, Lawful, and pyous, what if I show you this? Your coldness makes me wonder: why should you run up to'th neck, from drowning to save her, That treads upon your head; your throat, to sink you? Impossible; the parting of the air, Is not more easy: look upon the Court, Through narrow sights, and she's the fairest ma ke, And soonest hit of any: Like the Turk She walks not with a Janissary—Guard, Nor (as the Russia ̄ with fowle-big-boand slaves, Strutting on each side with the slicing Axe, Like to a pair of hangmen: no, alas: Her Courts of Guard are Ladies, & sometime) She's in the garden with as small a train, As is the Sun in heaven: and our Access, May then as easy be as that of Clients, To Lawyers out of term—time. O sir, by water.— Nay, good cozen.— Hear me. Powder! no sir, my dag shall be my dagger Good sweet Cozen mark but how smooth My paths are: look you sir. Nay, nay, hear mine, You are my mark, suppose you are my mark, My level is thus low, but ere I rise, My hand's God up thus High: the deer being struck, The herd that stand about so frighted are, I shall have leave to escape, as does a pirate, Who having made a shot through one more strong, All in that ship run to make good the breach, While th'other sails away. How Like you this? Would, well, pause then: This bow shall stand unbent, and not and arrow Be shot at her until we take our aim In S. Iagoes park; a rare, rare Altar! The fittest to sacrifice her blood upon: It shall be there: in S. Iagoes park: Would coz! it shall be there: in the mean time, We may keep followers (nine or ten a piece) Without suspicion: numbers may work wonders; The storm being sudden too: for were the guard A hundred strong about her, look you sir, All of us well appointed—Case of dags To each man, see you? you shoot there, we here, Unless some spirits put the bullets by, Ther's no escape for her: say the dags fail, Then to our swords.—Come, ther's no mettle in you. Goad? sharp poigniards, Why should I spare her blood? To would tan'e it had been tyranny, her own lips Confessed I struck her laws not hard: I would spent My youth, and means in serving her: what reap I? Wounds (discontents) what gives she me? good words (Sweet meats that rot the eater:) why, last day I did but beg of her the mastership Of Santa Cataryna, it denied me. I tush, thats not all: My bonds are yonder sealed; And she must fallen. When shall I see you? Fare you well, Madam. This watch goes true. 'Tis down. Your words have split my heart in thousand shiners, Here, here that sticks which I fear will not out Better to die than live suspected. Had not your bright eyes Turned back upon me, I had long ere this Lain at your feet a bloody sacrifice. A Pilgrim have I been on foreign shores, (Your gracious hand allowed it) in my wandering, With Monsters I encountered of strange shape, Some that sucked poison up, and spet it forth, Upon your land: some, that shot forked stings, At your most Godlike person: all were Giants, Fighting against the heaven of your blessed reign: With these (o pardon me!) with these I held A politic league, the lines of all their treasons, (Drawn from one damned circle) met in me, My heart became the Centre, and the point Was this—I dare not tell it. Your ear of mercy. I became a sponge To drink up all their mischief, and lay drowned In their infected waters, (with much loathing,) Only that I before you might wring out This their corruption, and my self make clear. And now (immortal maid) i'm not unlike A casket wherein papers stuffed with danger, Have close been locked, but those taken out, the chest Serves to good use, so may my loyal breast: For from their flinty hearts what sparks I God, Were but to fire themselves. Ten years. (ving) I would been by two great Fairies in your land, (Oppressed I dare not say) but so beaten down, And sunk so low now with my last disgrace, That all my happy thoughts lie in the dust, Ashamed to look up yet: most humbly therefore Beg I your gracious leave that I may vary, This native Air for Foreign. Storms are at Sea, when it is calm at land. So that I might but read on yonder scrolls, A warrant writ under the seal of Heaven, To justify the Act. Yes. Father Hannibal. He did: I sued out warrant For passage safely thither: and from graven Come (One of the capital Columns of the state) This I received. I Like it not: There wants a convoy of some better words, Which hourly I expect: upon a Sea So dangerous, so full of rocks, so narrow, (Albeit the venture holy and of honour) I would not gladly sail, without direction Of noble Pilots, home I would not come Basely, but Like a glorious voyager. Certes no. Licence to go and come, in verbo imperatrieis per omnes Jurisdictiones Babilonicas abs que impedimento. Good: would it had come sooner. It gives me my full sail: but by deep vows, I am to travel lower, yet if season Beatrice me not back, I will to Babylon, What rubs soever I meet in letters still, I'll kiss her sacred hand. O good sir, yonder is the goal I run for! O I know him Sir. Thanks Sir. Dear countryman the parley we late held About the land that bred us, as how order Was robbed of ceremony (the rich robe of order) How Truth was freckled, spotted, nay made leprous: How Justice— Even now (as then) You ward blows off from her, that at all weapons Strikes at your head: but I repent we drew not That dialogue out to length, it was so sweet. (man What needs we use Circumgyrations, and such wheelings? Sir, Believe it, to recover our sick Nurse Idem kill the noblest foster-child she keeps. My vows are flown up, and it must be done, So this may be but settled. All winds are not yet laid. I have met many, And Like a consort they hold several tunes— Faith a little jarring: Sometime a string or so: yet reverend Palmio, And Hannibal a Codreto keep the stream In which I swim: the Nuntio Ragazzoni Plies me with wholesome physic; so the Nuntio, My honoured Friend Campeggio makes it clear, That it is lawful. At a small rock, (a dispensation.) You shall. Born Sir in Fairy Land? Then for proximity Of Countries, let us interchange acquaintance, I wished for your embracements, for your name Is crowned with titles of integrity, Judgement and Learning: let me upon their Bases Erect a pillar, by which Babylon, And all we may be strengthened. Then thus Sir; by the way of Argument I would a question put, to taste your censure, Because I do not soundly relish it. Suppose that in the field there were and Army, Commixed of half your kinsfolk, friends, and lovers, The other half sworn foes, (all countrymen;) And that the leader of them were your father, And that this leading father were so partial, That to preserve that half which loves you not, You would lose that which loves you: & that to take This Captains life away, might bring this good, Of two sides to make one, and save much blood: Would not you do it. Why Sir. 'Tis no evil. To bar out so great ill, with so great good. Yet (with your favour) several learned men, Are clean from your opinion and do hold, Quod licet. We have done: the time, Doe's pull me from your sweet society, I cannot tell; Whither I do or no, you shall have notice, How this great work goes forward; strengthen me, With all your comforts, and commend my service To the most glorious throne: if I get over, There lands black vengeance on the Fairy shore. Umh! I fear— Oh shallow fool, thou hast thy self undone, She's hardened and thou melted at one sun. Oh unhappy man; That thou shouldst breathe thus long: mirror of women, I open now my breast even to the heart, My very soul pants on my lips: none, none, I know of none. Grave Palmio, To you I have unladen even my soul, The wings from ̄ home that brought me had sick feathers, Some you have pulled off: my own country grass Was to my feet sharp needels (stuck upright) I tread on down-beds now. Still father Palmio still, and to relieve them I dare do what I told you. To kill you. Nothing to read? that (if my nerves should shrink And make mine arm revolt) I might have colour To usurp this walk of hers: whats this? see, see And Angel that sts this iron into my hand, My warrant signed from Babylon to kill her, Endorsed, the last will of Paridell. The very words of Cardinal Counterfeit by letter sent to parry. Le concede suam Benediction, plenaria indulgenza, E remission dit tti li peccati—tutti li peccati — All, all my sins are paid off, paying this, 'Tis done, 'tis done, All you blessed powers I charm, Now, now, knit all your sinews to this arm. This is the worthy Gentleman, to whom I wish your love endeer'de: we have some conference.