FATHER

I wish your Lordship's safety Which while I pray for, I must not forget To urge again the ways to fix you where No danger has access to threaten you. But fortified with new and pregnant reasons, That you should leave the Court. You dare be undone then. Would thou we to less degraded from thy titles, And swelling offices, that will ith' end Engulf thee passed a rescue, I had not come So far to trouble you at this time, but that I do not Like the loud tongues o'the world, That say the King has taken another favourite, The Constable a gay man, and a great, With a hugh train of faction too, the Queen, Chancellor, Treasurer, Secretary, and And army of state warriors whose discipline Is sure, and subtle to confusion, I hope the rumour's false, thou art so calm. It has not, And you are pleased, then you do mean to mix With unjust courses, the great Constable And you combining, that no suit may pass One of the grapples of your either's rape, I that abhorred, must I now entertain A thought, that your so straight, and simple custom To render Justice, and the common good, Should now be patched with policy, and wrested From the ingenious step you took, And hang Upon the shoulders of your enemy To bear you out in what you shame to act It follows then that both the acts must bear Like reconcilement, and if he will now Malign and malice you for crossing him Or any of his faction in their suits, Being now atoned, you must be one in all, One in corruption, and betwixt you two millstones New picked, and put together, must the grain Of good men's needful means to live, be ground Into your choking superfluities; You both too rich, they ruinde. I doubt it While enforced show perhaps, which will I fear Prove in true substance but a Millers whiteness, More sticking in your clothes then conscience. As if the total sum of favorites frailties Affected not the full rule of their Kings In their own partially disposed ambitions, And that Kings do no hazard infinitely In their free realties of rights and honours, Where they leave much for favourites powers to order. I could almost be wone to be a Courtier, Theres some thing more in's composition, Then ever yet was favourites. Whats he? I wonot meddle With any thing of state, you knew long since. You wonot urge My opinion then, go to. I were absolute injustice. Pass life, and state before. This could I cherish, now above his lose, You may report as much, the bill discharged Sir. How sorts the business? how took the King The tearing of his bill? What a sweet King 'tis? Need he their spurs? Good man he would be, wood the bade not spoil him. Nay since He's gone so far, I wood not have him fear But dare e'm, and yet isle not meddle int. Hoes here, if he have wit to Like his cause, His spiri wonot be ashamed to die int. Allegre feels the malice of the Chancellor. See you that trust in greatness, what sustains you, These hazards you must look for, you that thrust Your heads into a cloud, where lie in ambush The soldiers of state in privy arms Of yellow fire jealous, and mad at all That shoot their foreheads up into their forges, And pry into their gloomy Cabbinets; You Like vain Citizens that must go see Those ever burning furnaces, wherein Your brittle glasses of estate are blown; Who knows not you are all but puff, and bubble Of breath, and fume forged, your vile brittle nature's Cause of your dearness? were you tough and lasting, You would be cheap, and not worth half your face, Now daughter Planet struck. Habit do you mean, Of mind or body? In neither you have reason yet to mourn. Lets this way through the Gallery. Sir your pardon Madam you are the Queen, she is my daughter, And he that you have charactered so monstrous, My son in Law, now gone to be arraigned, The King is just, and a good man, but't does not Add to the graces of your royal person To tread upon a Lady thus dejected By her own grief, her Lord's not yet found guilty, Much less condemned, though you have pleased to execute him. I must confess I am a man out of this element No Courtier, yet I am a gentleman That dare speak honest truth to the Queens care, (A duty every subject wonot pay you) And justify it to all the world, there's nothing Does more eclipse the honours of our soul, Than and ill grounded, and ill followed passion, Let sly with noise, and license against those Whose hearts before are bleeding. Cause you are a Queen to trample over a woman, tongue and faculties are all tied up, out a Lyons teeth, and pare his claws, And then a dwarf may pluck him by the beard, 'Tis a gay victory. I would done. You bless and honour your unworthy servant. Say you so my Lord? daughter the Queen's our friend. My son is condemned fit. What the Judges please to call it, But they have given to a name, Treason they say. But you have power To change the rigor, in our breast there is A Chancellor above it, I never had A suit before, but my knees join with hers To implore your royal mercy to her Lord, And take his cause to your examination, It cannot wrong your Judges, if they have Been steered by conscience. Son yare pardoned, Be sure you look hereafter well about you. He's mad with overjoy, and answers nonsense. How do you feel your Lordship, Did you not find some stuffing in your head, Your brain should have been purged, I fear my Lord, Some apprehension of the Kings unkindness, By giving up his person, and his offices To the Laws gripe and search, is ground of his Sad change, the greatest fool's are thus oft wounded, If he vouchsafe his presence, it may quicken His fast decaying spirits, and prevent The hasty ebb of life. With greater reason I may suspect they'le spread my Lord, and as A river left his curled and impetuous waves Over the banks, by confluence of streams That fill and swell her channel, for by this time He has the addition of Allegres suffering, His honest servant, whom I met though feeble And worn with torture, going to congratulatë His Master's safety. In that alone He shows a fortitude, he will move, and walk He says while his own strength or others can Support him, wishing he might stand and look His destiny in the face at the last summon, Not sluggishly exhaile his soul in bed, With indulgence, and nice flattery of his limbs. O Madam, Madam, We may have proof against thë sword, and tyranny Of boisterous war that threatens us, but when Kings frown, a Cannon mounted in each eye, Shoot death to apprehension, ere their fire And force approach us. I'll begun then. I am forbid to tell you sir. The Queen and my Lord Constable. 'Tis their care of you, And no thought prejudicial to my son. He is not in state to hear my sad news I perceive. To secure his, I would you had. One that hath power enough hath practised on him And made his great heart stoop. He was his friend. 'Tis the old tempest. You dressed his wounds I must confess, but made No cure, they bleed a fresh, pardon me sir, Although your conscience have closed too soon, He is in danger, and does want new surgery Though he be right in fame, and your opinion, He thinks you were unkind. So much, though he strive With most resolved and Adamantine nerves, As ever humane fire in flesh and blood, Forged for example, to bear all, so killing The arrows that you shot were (still your pardon) No Centaur's blood could rankle so. Far short sir, with one breath they uncreate, And Kings with only words more wounds can make Then all their kingdom made in balm can heal, 'Tis dangerous to play to wild a descant On numerous virtue, though it become Princes To assure their adventures made in every thing, Goodness confined within poor flesh and blood, Hath but a queasy and still sickly state, A musical hand should only play on her Fluent as air, yet every touch command. I will not doubt that blessing, and shall move Nimbly with this command. Sir, the King Is coming hither. Sweet King. And kneeling sir, As his ambition were in death to show The truth of his obedience. No more, now I must tell you daughter Least you forget your self, she is the Queen, And it becomes not you to vie with her Passion for passion, if your Lord stand fast To the full search of Law, Heaven will revenge him, And give him up precious to good men's loves If you attempt by these unruly ways To vindicate his justice, I me against you, Dear as I wish your husbands life and fame, Suffer are bound to suffer, not contest With Princes, since their Will and Acts must be Accounted one day to a Judge supreme.