QUEEN

Good heaven how tame you are? Do Kings of France reward foul Traitors thus? Press no further. Can you be so, and see your self thus torn. There is some left, if the dare own, Your royal character, is not this your name? Be but a name If this stain live upon't, affronted, by Your subject, shall the sacred name of King, A word to make your nation bow and tremble, Be thus profaned, are laws established To punish the defacers of your image, But dully set by the rude hand of others Upon your coin, and shall the character That does include the blessing of all France, Your name, thus written by your royal hand Designed for Justice, and your Kingdoms honour, Not call up equal anger to reward it? Your Counsellors of state contemned, and slighted As in this brain more circumscribed all wisdom, And policy of Empire, and your power, Subordinate and subject to his passion. Is this the consequence Of and atonement made so lately between The hopeful Mountmorencie, and his Lordship Urge by your self with such a precious sanction; Come, he that dares do this, wants not a heart, But opportunity. To tear your crown off. Commands of mine? he is too great, and powerful To stoop to my employment, a Colossus, And can stride from one Province to another By the assistance oh those offices You have most confidently imposed upon him, 'Tis he, not you take up the peoples eyes And admiration, while his Princely wise. Whom for her pride I love not, And I but in her husbands ruin Can triumph over her greatness. I'll follow, and employ my powers upon him. 'Tis she, Do you my Lord say I woe speak with her? And has Allegre, one of chiefest trust with him Suff read the rack the Chancellor is violent; And whats c nfest? A strange fortitude The success Will soon arrive. This humbleness proceeds not from your heart, Why, you are a Queen your self in your own thoughts, The Admirals wife of France cannot be less, You have not state enough, you should not move Without a train of friends and servants. Then pride will ebb I see, There is no constant flood of state, and greatness, The prodigy is ceasing when your Lord Comes to the balance, he whose blazing fires, Shot wonders through the Kingdom, will discover What slying and corrupted matter said him. Your high and mighty Justicer, The man of conscience, the Oracle Of State, whose honourable titles Would crack and Elephants back, is now turned mortal, Must pass examination, and the test Of Law, have all his offices rip worser up, And his corrupt soul laid open to the Subject's, His bribes, oppressions, and close sins that made So many groan, and curse him, now shall find Their just reward, and all that love their country, Bless heaven, and the Kings Justice, for removing Such a devouring monster. What saw y fellow's this? So brave. Forgive? what insolence is Like this language? Can any Actium of ours be capable Of thy forgiveness? dust! how I despise thee? Can we sin to be object of thy mercy? Your conscience comes about, and you incline To fear he may be worth the laws condemning. This declares Another soul than was delivered me, My anger melts, and I begin to pity her, How much a Princes ear may be abused? Enjoy your happy confidence, at more leisure You may hear from us. My Lord, did you observe this? That your opinion? I thought your judgement Against the Admi all, do you think him honest? You amaze me, Can you be just your self then, and advance Your powers against him? Good heaven protect all, Haste to the King, Justice her swift wing needs, 'Tis high time to be good, when virtue bleeds. I was ignorant Then of his worth, and herd but the report Of his accusers, and his enemies, Who never mention in his character Shadows of any virtue in those men, They would depress Like Crows, and carrion birds, They sly over slowrie Meads, clear Springs, fair Gardens, And stoop at carcases; for your own honour Pity poor Chabot. I interpose not often Sir, or press you With unbecoming importunity, To serve the profitable ends of others Conscience, and duty to your self enforce My present mediation, you have given The health of your own state away, unless Wisdom in time recover him. Although it hold in mettle gracious Sir, Such fiery examination, and the furnace May wast a heart thats faithful, and together With that you call the fences, something of The precious substance may be hazarded. Brave Montmorancy. No mercy then for Chabot. I must not be denied. Grant then to her. Who for this will deserve all time to honour him. I was too long ignorant of your worth my Lord, And this sweet Ladies virtue. The Admiral sick? Fa. With danger at the h rt, I came to tell the King. The King is now Fraught with the joy of his fresh preservation, The news so violent, let into his ear, May have some dangerous effect in him, I wood not counsel sir to that. It seems he much Affected that Allegre. Does he keep his bed? Can he in this show spirit, and want force To wrestle with a thought? No words To interrupt his quiet, I w not stay to hear e'm. It best He were conveid to his bed. I'll be your husband Madam, and with care Supply your children's father, to your father I'll be a son, in what ou love or power Can serve his friends, Chabot shall never be wanting, The greatest lose is mine, passed scale or recompense, We will proceed no further gainst the Chancellor, To the charity of our Admiral he owes His life which ever banished to a prison, Shall not beget in us, or in the subject N w fears of his injustice, for his Fortune's Great and acquired corruptly, 'tis our will They make just restitution for all wrongs That shall within a year be proved against him; Oh Chabot that shall boast as many monuments As there be hearts in France, which as they grow, Shall with more love enshrine thee, Kings they say, Die not, or starve succession, o why Should that stand firm, and Kings themselves despair, To find their subject still in the next heir Did you hëare my Lord?