TITANIA

We thought the fates would have closed up our eyes, That we should never have seen this daystar rise: How many plots were laid to bar us hence, (Even from our Cradle?) but our Innocence Your wisdom (fairy Peers) and above all, That Arm) that cannot let a white soul fallen, Hath held us up, and lifted us thus High, Even when the Arrows did most thickly fly: Of that bade woman, (Babylons proud Queen, Who yet (we hear) swells with Envenomed Spleen. Truth be my witness (whom we have imployde, To purge our Air that has with plagues destroyed Great numbers, shutting them in darksome shades) I seek no fallen of hers, my Spirit wades, In Clearer streams; her blood I would not shed, to gain that triple wreathe that binds her head, Though mine she would let forth, I know not why, Only through rank lust after Sovereignty. May be tomorrow: Mark else and judge whither it may or no: When Lambs of ours, are killed by wolves of yours, Yet no blood sucked: when Heaven two Suns endures: When Souls that rest in under-grounds, Hear Anthems sung, and praise the sounds: When drops of water are so spilled, That they can wash out murders gilded: When Surgeons long since dead and gone, Can cure our wounds, being called upon: When from yond towers I hear one cry, You may kill Princes lawfully: When a Court has no Parasite, When truth speaks false, and falsehood right: When Conscience goes in cloth of gold, When Offices are given; not sold: When Merchant's wives hate costly clothes, When ther's no lies in tradsmens oaths: When Farmers by deer years do leeze, And Lawyers swear to take no fees: (And that I hope will never, never be) But then (and not till then) I swear, Shall your bewitching Charms sleep in mine ear. Away. O: we remember it; you are condemned? You had your hand Not colored with his blood. We would not save them, that delight to kill, For so we wound our selves: blood wrongly spilled Who pardons, hath a share in half the gilded. You struck, our laws not hard, yet what the edge Of Justice could take from you, mercy gives you (Yourlife.) You have it signed, rise. His name. Believe us no: of his, and tothers fate, The threads are too unlike, to have that woven. Beside The harvest which he seeks is reapde already: We have bestowed it. Now shall you try with what impatience That bay tree will endure a little fire, My Lord, my Lord, Such swelling spirits hid with humble looks, Are kingdoms poisons, hung on golden hooks, Such men oft prove. Valleys that let in rivers to confound The hills above them, though themselves lie drowned, My Lord, I Like not calm and cunning seas That to have great ships taken or distressed, Suffer base galleys to creep over their breast, Let course hearts wear course skins: you know our will. Now Doctor Paridell. You would been sworn our servant long. And we should wrong you; since you take us gi- To let you go with life, that should want living, What is it we can grant you. O you would travel, You may, you have our leave: Challenge our hand. What people are they? Pity a worser we had talk before you came, She hath not taken yet her hand from ours, Nor shall she partly, until those higher powers Behold that Prince: good works are theirs, not ou'rs; Go: bid him trust his misery in our hands, Great trees I see do fallen, when the shrub stands. I marry I commend yond gentleman. Pray Sir come near, look you he's well provided For all rough wethers: Sir, you way be proud, That you can give arms better than these Lords, I thank you yet, that if a storm should fallen, We could make you our shelter. A good sword? This would go through stich; had I heart to kill I'de wish no better weapon; but our days Of quarreling are passed; Shall we put up Sir, We would put up wrongs ere now, but this is right, Nay we are not falling yet, The silly gentleman! The silly gentleman? know you him Lords? Where is he? That wretch hath sworn to kill me with that You guard it well. Alack! when lovers woo, And extreme joy and fear, them so appall, That over much love, shows no love at all. Zeal sometimes-ouer-does her part-It's right— When the frais done, Cowards cry wheres the Flight. Pension S. Florimel It came unto me strangely: from a window, Mine eyes took mark of him; that he would shoot Twa's told me, and I tried if he durst doo't. Is Ropus here, our Doctor? Contract thy spirits together, be composed; Take a full man into thee, for behold All these black clouds we clear: look up, 'tis day, The sun shines on thee still: weel'e read: away— If thou provest copper—well; this makes us strong As towers of slint, All traitors are but waves, That beat at rocks, their own blows dig their graves. It must not: pri that would safely live, May grieve at traitor falls but not foe me. Let him be so nniond to the b re of sh e. What is done? We never held a royal Court till now: (Warriors) would no st glorious, To have Embassado to Our of state a dru for Ruffling about us, heads in glow Of bright reflecting st le: for (Treading soft ) Trust me, I Like the all life w ll, I could change Cou , 'Tis a brave life: Me thinks it best beco A Prince to My fellow soldier: I dare swear you'll fight, To the last man, your Captain being in fight. Which, that they never shall, your stately towers Shall keep their ancient beauty: and your bowers (Which late) Like profaned Temples empty stood, The tops defaced by fire, the sloores by blood,) Shall be filled full of Choristers to sing Sweet heavenly songs, Like birds before the Spring: The flowers we set, and the fruits by us sown, Shall cheer as well the stranger as our own. We may to strange shores once our selves be driven, For who can tell under what point of heaven His graven shall open? neither shall our oaks, Trophies of reverend Age, fallen by our strokes, Nor shall the brier, or haw thorn (growing under) Fear them, but fly to them, to get from thunder, And to be safe from foreign wildfire balls, Weel built about our waters wooden walls. Fairies I thank you all, Stay who comes here? Parthenophill. What is their business? Allow them entrance. As best them please. Your painted cheeks being off, your own discovers, You are no Fairies. How! lovers! what! would you deflower my bed, And strike off a poor maidenhead? We know you not: what are you? and from whence? We know you now: Oh what a deal of pains Would you (as others of this wing have taken) To be in Fairy land called Sovereigns? Thanks for it: rashly nothing must we do: When kingdoms marry, heaven it self stands by To give the bride: Princes in tying such bans, Should use a thousand heads, ten thousand hands: For that one Act gives Like and enginous wheel Motion to all, sets all the State a going, And winds it up to height, or hurls it down, The least blast turns the scale, where lies a crown: Weel therefore take advice. If these think fit We should be yours, you ours, we sign to it: Your counsel Fairy Lords: Fideli speak. Florimel, Breathes there in you Fidelies spirit? What then? Are you all, Of this opinion Lords? You're too bold. You would Combine a League, which these would break. Nay hear me speak, You court me for my love, you I embrace As maids do Suitors, with a smiling face as you do me: receive our answer then:— I cannot love you: —what! such hardy men And fly for one repulse? I mean as yet; As yet I'mnot at leisure: But I swear Even by my birthday, by the crown I wear, By those sweet waters, which into us pour Health, that no sickness taints, by that blessed flower Upon whose roseal stalk our peace does grow, I swear I will my love on you bestow, When one day comes, which now to you I'll name. It does suffice: To bind it sure, Strew all your meads with charms, Which if they do no good, shall do no harm. Now Sirrah, where have you been? What prison? a brave prison? Can there be a brave prison? What are those Sergeants? Are there such places in our kingdom, as Ordinaries, what is the true fashion of them, whats their order? When Master Painter please we shall have it: come Sir. What then? You are grown sirrah and observer since you came out of Babylon. Why? Afford our shores such wonders? Have we not in our Land Physicians To purge these read impostumes? Let's hear it. I'll have you Sir (because you have and eye so sharp lie pointed) to look through and through that our great City, and Like death, to spare the lives of none, whose conscience you find sickly and going. Do so, you shall no more to Babylon, But live with us, and be our Officer. No Sirrah, we'll provide you shall not want While us you serve. Go learn where TO uth does lie. We built her up a lodging at our cost, To have her labour in our Vineyards: For till she came, no Vines could please our taste, But of her fining Set your hand to hers, Live with her in one house, fetch from our Court Maintenance to serve you all: will be to her A comfort to have you stilby her sides, She ha such pretty and delightful songs, That you will count your forestlabour light, And time well spent only to hear her sing. A way lose no more minutes. Whats yonder man that kneels? Our doctor? What comes this paper for? The cause? Must we then, Strike those whom we have loved? albeit the children, Whom we have nourished at our princely breast, Set daggers to it, we could be content To chide, not Beatrice them (might we use our will,) Our hand was made to save, but not to kill. We should not, for he's noble that is good. In neither of these seas, spread we our sails, But are the impartial beam between both scales; Yet if we needs must bow, we would incline To that where mercy lies, that scale's divine: But so to save were our own breast to wound, Nay (which is more) our peoples: for their good, We must the Surgeon play, and let out blood. Every Peers birth sticks a new star in heaven, But falling by Luciseran insolence, With him a Constellation drops from thence. Give me his Axe—how soon the blow is given? writes Witness: so little we in blood delight, That doing this work, we wish we could not write. Let's walk my Lords. Florimel? Stay: Not one armed man amongst us? you might now Be all old-beaten soldiers: truth I thank you; If I were now a jewel worth the stealing, Two thieves might bind you all. Stay: Princes are freeborn, & have free wills, These are to us, as valleys are to hills, We may, be counseled by them, not controlled: Our words our Law. Wise Pilots? firmest pillars? how it agrees, When Princes heads sleep on their counsels knees: Deep rooted is a state, and grows up High, When Providence, Zeal, and Integrity Husband it well: These father's 'twill be said (One day) make me a granda e of a maid. Mean time my farewell to such gaudy lures As here, were thrown up to-have me quite overthrown, I charge you maids, entertain no desires, So irreligious and unsanctified: O, they would snakes sleeky tongues, but hearts more rugged Then I the Russian Bear: our Fairy bowers Would turn to Arabian deserts, if such flowers, (Mortal as killing Hemlock) here should grow, Which to prevent, I'll have you vow. Why, shall that be my last? O, we remember him. Good shepherds ought not care, How many foxes fallen into the Snare. Bring him hither: Lord Florimel, pray call Fideli to us. Sure it's too hight. Set it to cool, From what? From whom? Have we for this Heaped favours on thee. Goodness ! is my blood so sweet, That they would pay so deer for't Our a mercy makes them cruel, hunt out these Leopards: Their own spots will betray them: they built caves Even in our parks: to them, him; and the rest, Let death be sent, but sent in such a shape, As may not be too frightful. Alack! what glory Is it to buffet wretches bound in gives? The debt is dearly paid that's paid with lives O! leave us all. Florimel! Stay, But give us liberty. Give your mind. Speak? How durst you (being our subject) wade so far? Doctor, weel have (Sir) other Dialogues. Sir anon. Thee therefore I conjure (if not by faith, Oathed allegiance, nor thy conscience, Perhaps this rankling ulcerateth them) Yet by thy Hope's of bliss, tell, and tell true, Who i'st must let us blood? All's nought.—what hour is this? O we see't: Doctor wind up the wheel, 'tis down, A child born in ou Camp! go give him fame, Let him be Beriam called, by the Camps name. Are those clouds dispersed that strove to dim our light? Our hands be hea ed up for it. I be a glori , Go, go, I dare sware thou lovest my very heart. I praise your plot, You make us now your debtor, but a day Will come, when we shall pay. My Lord, we want your Arm. Let it come on: our General leads above them, Earthquakes may kingdoms move, but not remove them, Fideli. Why swells this fleet? That drake shall out again: to counsel Lords. How? fear? why should white bosoms. Fear a Tyrants Arm? Tyrants may kill us, but not do us harm. Are we your prisoners that you guard us thus? Stay, And you too, we are alone: when last We entertained your speech (as we remember) Close trains and dangerous you did discover To fire which you were prayed. And yielded. Albeit it were against our life. We forget them not: at that time Here was but one, (true) but one counseller, Who stood aloof, herd nothing; and though abloud Of courser veins then ours, would have been stirred Into a sea tempestuous to boil up, And drown the Pilate that durst sail so far, Yet of our princely grace (though it not sit, Nor stood with wisdom) did we silence it. These heaped favours, notwithstanding (Doctor) 'Tis in our ear: the hammers lie not still, But that new clubs of iron are forging now, To bruise our bones, and that your self do know, The very Anvil where they work. Hear us, because 'tis thought some of those worse spirits, And most malignant that at midnight rise To blast our Fairy circles by the Moon, Are your Familiars. Well; none: rise and take heed, They are no common drops when Princes bleed. What hour is this? does not my alarm strike? This watch goes false. Stained Altars please not us: why dost thou weep? Thou makest my good thoughts of thee now decline, Who loves not his own blood, will never spare mine, Why dost thou weep? Atyrants strange, but joust end! Ran mad for sloepe, and died Princes that plunge Their souls in rank and godless appetites Must seek no rest but in the arms of Sprites. Again. Go on, your conduct be the prosperous hand, Make you the sea good, weel not lose the land. Your Queen will to the field, It shall be said, Once soldiers to their Captain had a Maid. How no what struck he down? thy looks are wilds Why was thine armed hand reared to his height? What black work art thou doing? How are the numbers you have levied? Over that Camp at Beriam Tilbury. we create Your Florimel Lieutenant General; Whose charge is yours: the sea Fideli, yours. We do not raise our Hope's on points of spears, A handful is and host, in a good fight, Lambs may beat Lions in a war not right. The General of all armies be our leader, Be full of courage Lor be in year . For this be sure weel not outlive our peers. For that we come not: no breast here wants fires. It kin ed in their cradles, strength, courage, zeal, Meet in each bosom Like a threefold flood, We come with yours to venture our own blood. For you and we are fellows; thus appears it, The soldier keeps the crown on, the prince wears it. Of all men you we hold the most most deer, But for a soldier I had not been here. How? we are tried, wh'im'e born a soldier by the father's side. The Cannon (thunders Zany) plays to us, Soft musics tunes, and more melodious: And me more rarely Like, because all these, That now can speak the language of stern war, Could not speak swords, or guns, nay scarce could go, Nay were not born, but Like to new sown grain Lay hid i'th mould, when we went to be crowned, Though now th'are tall corn fields, covering the ground. With roses us you crown, your self with palm, How? We hear so: But with it hear (from some whom we have weighed For judgement and experience) that he caries: A soul within him framed of a thousand wheeles' Yet not one steady. Else let our self decline; give them our presence: In misery all nations should be kin, And lend a brother's hand, usher them in. Stood here my foes (distressed) thus would I grieve them Not how they would been, but how I might relieve them. You know the ground, led them to cast up trenches. Away. Bid you me do it, 'tis done, Time takes such pride, To wait on ou, heel lackey by your-side. Those days of their Arrival, battle, flight, And ignominious shipwracks (Like l to Arrows,) Are out of reach: of them the world receives But what Times book shows turning back the leaves, But if you'll see this Concubine of Kings, In her majestic madness with her sons, That hour is now but numbering out in sand, These minutes are not yet run through Times hand, For you and for your delight 1 line , Treason; asword. What traitor dare? who? where? Where about in Fairy land stand they?