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ACTVS, III.
Enter Iohn, a Doctor, and Pacheco.Ioh.
Pacheco.
Pach.
My Lord.
Ioh.
It shall be so, to the King presently
See my Caroach be ready, furnish me
To goe to Court sir.
Pach.
Well Sir.
Exit.
Do.
Why my Lord?
Ioh.
What sayst thou?
Do.
You will ouerthrow the state
Of that deare health which so much cost and time
Haue beene a building vp, your pores lying open
Colds, Agues, and all enemies to pure bloods
Wil enter and destroy life.
Enter Pacheco, with Cloake and Rapier.
Ioh.
I will to Court.
Do.
Pray my Lord stirre not forth.
Ioh.
Lay downe, begon.
Exit Pacheco.
Do.
The Ayre will pierce you.
Iohn.
I ha tooke cold already.
Do.
When sir?
Ioh.
When you councell'd me to ride my horse.
Do.
Nay that was well, how slept you the next night?
Ioh.
Not a winck.
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All the better.
Ioh.
But i'th next morning,
I could not in a Russian stoue sweat more
Then I did in my Bed.
Doct.
Marry I'me glad on't.
Ioh.
And had no clothes vpon me.
Doct.
Still the better.
Ioh.
My bones Sir pay'd for all this, and yet you cry, still
the better: when you ha' purg'd your pockets full of gold out
of a Patient, and then nayl'd him in's Coffin, you cry then still
the better too, a man were better to lye vnder the hands of a
Hangman, than one of your rubarbatiue faces; sirrha Doctor, I
doe not thinke but I haue beene well, all this time I haue beene Sicke?
Doctor.
Oh my good Lord.
Ioh.
Oh good Master Doctor, come no more of this, I haue
another Diaphragma for you to tickle, you minister poyson in
some Medicines, doe you not?
Doct.
Yes my good Lord, in Purgatiue and Expulsiue.
Ioh.
So, so, breake not my head with your hard words, you
can for a need poyson a Great man?
Doct.
Your Lordship's merry.
Ioh.
Right Sir, but I must haue it done in sadnesse, 'tis your
Trade Master Doctor to send men packing: harke you, 'tis no
lesse Bug-beare then Don Valasco!
Do.
The Admirall of Castile!
Ioh.
Him you must sincke.
Do.
'Tis my certaine death to doe it.
Ioh.
And thy certaine death to deny it, if you will not shew
him a cast of your Office, Ile be so bold, as bestow this vpon you
of mine, I am sharpe set, will you doe it?
Do.
I will by these two hands.
Ioh.
When?
Do.
When you please.
Ioh.
This day?
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This hower.
Ioh.
And make him fast.
Do.
Fast.
Ioh.
For speaking.
Do.
For speaking.
Ioh.
Why then good Doctor rise
To honour by, it be secret and be wise.
Enter Pacheco.
Pa.
The Admirall is come my Lord.
Ioh.
A way with these, show him the way in, Doctor.
Do.
Oh my Lord!
Enter Valasco.
Ioh.
If you faile.
Val.
All health to your good Lordship, I wish that,
Which most I thinke you want.
Ioh.
Thankes my good Lord,
Doctor dispatch, take heed your Compositions,
Hit as I told you.
Do.
Oh my Lord, I am beaten to these things.
Exit.
Ioh.
Goe then, this visitation of your Lordship,
I take most kindly.
Val.
Two maine wheeles my Lord,
Haue hither brought mee, on the Kings Command,
To'ther my loue, with a desire to know
Why I mong'st all the trees that spread it'h Court
Should still be smote with lightening from your eye;
Yours onely dangerous Arrowes shootes at me:
You haue the Courtiers dialect right, your tongue
Walkes ten miles from your heart, when last you saw me,
Doe you remember how you threaten'd; as for you Sir—
Ioh.
These notes are strange.
Val.
Oh my good Lord, be my good Lord, I read
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That can dissolue the riddle, vnlesse it be
Out of that noble fashion that great men
Must trip some heeles vp, tho they stand as low
As Vintners when they coniure, onely to shew
Their skill in wrastling, 'tis not well to strike
A man whose hands are bound, like should chuse like.
Ioh.
I strike you not, nor striue to giue you falls,
'Tis your owne guilt afflicts you, if to the King
The song I set of you, did to your eare
Vnmusically sound, 'twas not in hate
To you, but in desire to giue the state
True knowledge of my innocence, be sure a bird,
Chanted that tune to mee, that onely you
Incens'd the King that I should sell him.
Val.
Vmh!
Ioh.
Doe you thinke I lye?
Val.
I doe beleeue your Lordship.
Ioh.
'Twas a man most neare you.
Val.
A bosome villaine!
Ioh.
For you must think that all that bow, stand bare
And giue Court Cakebread to you, loue you not.
Val.
True loue my Lord at Court, is hardly got.
Ioh.
If I can friend you, vse me.
Val.
Humble thankes.
Ioh.
Oh my good Lord, times siluer foretop stands
On end before you, but you put it by.
Catch it, 'tis yours, scap'd neuer yours, your shoulders
Beare the Weale-publique vp, but they should beare,
Like Pillars to be strong themselues: would I
Want fish at Sea, or golden showers at Court
I'de goe awry sometimes, wer't but for sport.
Val.
Say you so!
Io.
Sell Iustice and she'l by you Lordships, cloath her
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She'll make you sell your Lordships and your plate
No wise man will for nothing serue a state,
Remember this, your Daughter is the Queene
Braue phrase to say my Sonne in Law the King,
Whil'st sweet showers fall, and Sunne-shine, make your Spring.
Val.
You looke not out I see, nor heare the stormes
Which late haue shooke the Court.
Ioh.
Not I! what stormes!
Val.
You in your Cabbin know nothing there's a Pinnace
(Was mann'd out first by th'City,) is come to th'Court,
New rigg'd, a very painted Gally foist,
And yet our Spanish Caruils, the Armada
Of our great vessels dare not stirre for her.
Ioh.
What Pinnace meane you?
Val.
From his lawfull pillow,
The King has tane a Citizens wife.
Ioh.
For what?
Val.
What should men doe with Citizens wiues at Court?
All will be naught, poore Queene 'tis she smarts for't.
Ioh.
Now 'tis your time to strike.
Val.
He does her wrong,
And I shall tell him soundly.
Ioh.
Tell him!
Val.
Ile pay it home.
Ioh.
Were you some Father in Law now.
Val.
What lyes heere,
Lyes here, and none shall know it.
Ioh.
How easie were it,
For you to set this warping Kingdome straight?
Val.
The peoples hearts are full,
Ioh.
And weed the State.
Val.
Too full of weeds already.
Ioh.
And to take all,
Into your owne hands.
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I could soone doo't.
Ioh.
Then doo't.
Val.
Doe what! misprize me not, pray good my Lord,
Nor let these foolish words we shoot i'th Ayre,
Fall on our heads and wound vs: to take all
Into mine owne hands, this I meane.
Ioh.
Come on.
Val.
Boldly and honestly to chide the King.
Ioh.
Vmh.
Val.
Take his minx vp short.
Ioh.
Take her vp!
Val.
Roundly, to rate, her Wittall husband: to stirre vp—
Ioh.
The people, since mens wiues are common Cases.
Val.
You heare not me say so.
Ioh.
To force this Tyrant to mend or end.
Val.
Good day to your Lordship.
Ioh.
Shoot off the Peece you haue charg'd.
Val.
No, it recoyles.
Ioh.
You and I shall fall to cutting throates.
Val.
Why!
Ioh.
If euer you speake of this.
Val.
If we cut one another throates, I shall neuer
Speake of this: fare your Lordship well.
Alphonso de Gramada.
Enter Alphonso.
Alph.
Good health to both your Lordships.
Ioh.
Thankes good Alphonso, nay pray stay.
Val.
Where hast thou beene Alphonso!
Alph.
In the Marquesse of Villa Noua del Rios, Garden
Where I gathered these Grapes.
Val.
And th'are the fairest Grapes I euer toucht.
Ioh.
Troth so they are; plump Bacchus cheekes were neuer
So round and red, the very God of Wine.
Swels in this bunch, Lyæus set this Vine.
Val.
I haue not seene a louelier.
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'Tis your Lordships, if you vouchsafe to take it.
Val.
Oh I shall rob you, of too much sweetnesse.
Alph.
No my Lord.
Val.
I thanke you.
Alph.
Make bold to see your honour.
Ioh.
Good Alphonso.
Alph.
And (loath to be too troublesome) take my leaue:
Ioh.
My duty to the King.
Val.
Farewell good Alphonso.
Exit.
Ioh.
How do you like your Grapes?
Val.
Most delicate, taste 'em:
Is it not strange, that on a branch so faire,
Should grow so foule a fruit, as Drunkards are!
Ioh.
These are the bullets that make Cities reele,
More then the Cannon can.
Val.
This Iuice infus'd
In man, makes him a beast, good things abus'd,
Conuert to poyson thus; how now!
Ioh.
I'me dizzie
Oh! does not all the house run round on wheeles!
Doe not the Posts goe round! my Lord this fellow,
Loues you I hope?
Val.
Ile pawne my life he does.
Io.
Would all we both are worth, were laid to pawne
To a Broaker that's vndamn'd for halfe a dram
For halfe a scruple,—oh we are poyson'd.
Val.
Ha!
Ioh.
What doe you feele?
Val.
A giddynesse too me thinkes.
Ioh.
Without there, call the Doctor (slaue)
Enter Pacheco.
Pach.
He's here Sir.
Enter Doctor.
Ioh,
Oh Doctor now or neuer—giue him his last,
We are poyson'd both.
Exit Doctor.
Val.
I thinke our banes are ask'd.
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Hee'l bring that shall forbid it, call him (villaine)
Pa.
Well Sir I will call him villaine.
Exit.
Va.
All thriues not well within me: On my soule
T'is but Conceipt, I'me hurt with feare, Don Iohn,
Is my Close mortall enemy, and perhaps
Vnder the Cullor I am poyson'd, sends
To pay me soundly! to preuent the worst,
Preseruatiue or poyson, he drinkes first.
Enter Doctor.
Ioh.
Giue it him,
Va.
No, begin,
Ioh.
What is't?
Do.
Cordiall.
Ioh.
The Doctor shall begin, quickly, so heere,
Halfe this to both our deathes if't come too late.
Va.
I pledge them both, death is a common fate.
Ioh.
Shift hands, is't mortall!
Do.
It strikes sure.
Ioh.
Let it runne
Va.
'Tis downe.
Ioh.
I'me glad, thy life's not a span long.
How is't!
Va.
Worse.
Ioh.
Better, I doe feare this physick
Like pardons for men hang'd is brought too late.
Do.
Hee's gone.
Ioh.
Who's without!
Do.
Some of his men attending with his Caroach
Ioh.
Take helpe; bestow the body in't, convey it,
To his owne house and these sir, see you sweare,
You saw him in your presence fall dead heere.
Do.
This I can safely sweare.
Ioh.
Helpe then, away,
Thou art next, for none must liue that can betray.
Exeunt.
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Enter King, Queene, Tormiella, Ladies, Iago, Martines, Fuentes, and Alphonso.
King.
So sweetnesse, Ile now walke no longer with you.
Qu.
Are you weary of my Company!
King.
Neuer shall:
Prithee keepe thy Chamber a while, the Ayre bites.
Qu.
'Tis because the Sunne shines not so hot as 't had wont.
King.
There's some Cloud betweene then.
Qu.
Yes, and a horrible foule one.
King.
I see none but faire ones.
Qu.
No! Looke yonder, it comes from the City.
King.
Let it come, by these Roses I am angry that you let me not go.
Qu.
Nay look you, your Grace takes all from me too; pray
Sir giue me my roses, your Highnesse is too couetous.
King.
I must of necessitie haue one.
Qu.
You shall, so you take it of my choosing.
King.
I will, so you choose that which I like.
Qu.
Which will you haue, the bud, or that which is blown?
King.
The bud sure, I loue no blowne ware.
Qu.
Take your bud then.
Offers to goe, and throwes it down.
King.
Doe you heare? are you angry?
Qu.
No, you are jealous, you are so loath to haue me out of your sight,
you need not, for I keepe the fashion of the Kings of China, who
neuer walke abroad, but besides their Attendants, haue fiue or
sixe as richly attired as themselues, to cut off treason.
Kin.
So.
Q.
Here be others in the Troupe will bee taken for Queenes sooner then I.
Kin.
You are vext, I haue prefer'd a creature to you.
Qu.
Who dares checke the Sunne, if he make a stinking weed
grow close to a bed of Violets? vext! not I, and yet me thinkes
you might giue me leaue to chuse mine owne women, as well as
you doe your men, I commend no man to you, for lifting joyne-stooles
to be one of your guard.
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Your Muffe.
Qu.
Take it good wife.
King.
You will make me angry: good wife! so, take it.
Qu.
Now I hope you'l take it, you need not scorne a Queenes
leauings, for a Queene has had yours.
King.
What!
Qu.
You see; does your Maiestie frowne because I take it from her
Come hither, put your hand here? so, well met,
All friends now, yet tho ty'd neuer so fast,
Exeunt Queene, Tormiel. Ladies and Mart.
Being a bow knot, it slips it selfe at last.
K.
Is't so! wer't thou a Diamond worth the world,
And ne're so hard, yet thine owne Dust shall cut thee:
Goe call that Lady backe.
Alph.
Which?
King.
Tormiella,
No doe not! 'Tis a Cocke the Lyon can fright,
The Hen do'st now, the Case is alter'd quite.
Enter Doctor.
Do.
Your gracious pardon to call backe a life
That's halfe lost with despaire.
King.
What hast thou done?
Do.
Poyson'd a man.
King.
Whom hast thou poyson'd?
Do.
The Queenes Father in law.
King.
Would it had beene the Daughter, thou shalt feele:
A double death, one heere, and one in Hell.
Do.
I must haue company with me then: Don Iohn
Your Highnesse Brother, set against my throat—
Kin.
Back.
Doct.
His arm'd sword; I had dy'd, had I not done't.
King.
Our Guard; goe fetch Don Iohn our brother to Court.
Do.
A word in your Highnesse eare:
King.
Search him.
Omn.
He has nothing.
Do.
I in stead of poyson,
Gaue him a sleepy Potion, he's preseru'd
Don Iohn thinkes not: the noble Admirall
Feares plots against his life, forbeares the Court
But sends me to your Grace, to bid you set
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Trips at your life and Kingdome, to his throat
Valasco this will iustifie.
King.
He shall
Goe you and fetch him secretly to Court
Alphonso take the Doctor and returne.
Exeunt.
Death! when! Iago with your smoothest face
Go greet Don Iohn from vs,
Say we haue worke of State, both presently
And closely bid him come.
Iago.
I shall.
Exit
Enter Gazetto.
King.
How now what's he, giue vs leaue, come hither:
We haue perus'd your paper Sir, and thinke
Your promises Spring-tides, but we feare you'll ebbe
In your performance.
Gaz.
My deeds and speeches Sir,
Are lines drawne from one Center, what I promise
To doe, Ile doe, or loose this.
King.
You giue me physicke after I'm dead, the Portugals and we
Haue hung our drummes vp, and you offer heere
Models of Fortification, as if a man
Should when Warre's done, set vp an Armorors shop.
Gaz.
I bid you set vp none Sir, you may chuse.
King.
This fellow Ile fitly cast i'th Villaines mold,
I find him crafty, enuious, poore, and bold:
Into a Saw Ile turne thee, to cut downe
All Trees which stand in my way; what's thy name:
Gaz.
You may reade in my paper.
King.
Lupo Vindicado's; Vmh! nay we shall imploy you
Merrit went neuer from vs with a forehead,
Wrinckled or sullen, what place would you serue in?
Gaz.
Any, but one of your turne broaches; I would not be
one of your blacke Guard, there's too much fire in me already.
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You say, you haue the Languages.
Gaz.
Yes.
King.
What thinke you of an Intelligencer, we'll send you
Gaz.
To th'Gallowes, I loue not to be hang'd in State.
King.
You hauing trauel'd as you said so farre,
And knowing so much, I muse thou art so poore.
Gaz.
Had the confusion of all tongues began
In building me, could I sing sweet in all,
I might goe beg and hang, I ha' scene Turkes
And Iewes, and Christians, but of all, the Christians
Haue driest hands, they'l see a Brother starue,
But giue Duckes to a water-Spaniell.
King.
Well obseru'd
Come sir, faith let's crow together, in what stamp
Dost thou coyne all thy Languages.
Gaz.
I doe speake English
When I'de moue pittie, when dissemble, Irish,
Dutch when I reele, and tho I feed on scalions,
If I should brag Gentility, I'de gabble Welch,
If I betray, I'me French, if full of braues,
They swell in loftie Spanish, in neat Italian
I Court my Wench, my messe is all seru'd vp.
King.
Of what Religion art thou?
Gaz.
Of yours.
King.
When you were in France?
Gaz.
French.
King.
Without there.
Enter Alphonso.
Alph.
Sir?
King.
Giue this Gentleman fiue hundred Pistolets
Be neere vs.
Gaz.
In thy bosome, for thy Pistolets
Ile giue thee Pistols, in a peece might ha beene mine
Thou shoot'st or mean'st to shoot, but Ile charge thine;
Thy heart off goes it in thunder.
King.
Through the Gallerie,
Vnseene conuay him hither, giue vs leaue sir.
Gaz.
Leaue haue you—
Exeunt.
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Val.
I'm glad to see your Maiesty.
King.
You haue reason.
Val.
I was going to cry all hid.
King.
Come hither
Dead man you'l iustifie this treason?
Val.
To his teeth,
Throate, mouth to mouth, bodie to bodie.
King.
So.
Enter Iago.
Iag.
Don Iohn of Castile's come.
King.
A Chaire, stand you
Full here and stirre not, front him, bring him in
How, now, did a Hare crosse your way?
Enter Don Iohn.
Ioh.
The Diuell
Doctor Ile giue you a purge for this, Ile make
Your Highnesse laugh.
King.
You must tickle me soundly then.
Ioh.
In this retreat of mine from Court, my bodie
(Which was before a cleane streame) growing foule
By my minds trouble, through your high displeasure
Which went to th'bottome of my heart; I call'd
That sound Card to me, gaue him fees and bid him
(By all the fairest props that Art could reare)
To keepe my health from falling, which I felt
Tottering and shaken, but my Vrinalist
(As if he sate in Barber-Surgions Hall
Reading Anatomy Lectures) left no Artery
Vnstretcht vpon the Tenters.
King.
So he vext you to the guts.
Ioh.
My bowels were his coniuring roomes, to quit him
I tempted him to poyson a great man,
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Val.
Keepe backe, hee'l poyson my gloue else.
Ioh.
Comming to visit me,
This was the man must die.
King.
Why did you this?
Ioh.
Onely to hatch a jest on my pill'd Doddy,
I knew he durst not doo't.
King.
But say he had?
Val.
Then he had beene hang'd.
Ioh.
That had made me more glad.
Doct.
I am bound to your Lordship.
Ioh.
Being a Doctor you may loose your selfe.
King.
Mens liues then are your Balls, disarme him
Ioh.
How! not all thy Kingdome can.
Drawes.
King.
Hew him in peeces,
Our Guard, s'death kill him.
Ioh.
Are you in earnest?
King.
Looke.
Ioh.
See then, I put my selfe into your Den:
What does the Lyon now with me?
King.
Th'art a traytor.
Ioh.
I am none.
King.
No!
Val.
Yes, an arrant traytor.
Ioh.
You sir; spit all thy poyson forth.
Val.
No, I dranke none sir.
King.
Come to your proofes, and see you put 'em home.
Val.
You and I one day, being in conference,
You nam'd this noble King (my Soveraigne)
A tyrant, bid me strike, 'twas now my time,
Spake of a Peece charg'd, and of shooting off
Of stirring vp the Rascals to rebell,
And to be short, to kill thee.
Ioh.
I speake this!
Val.
Yes Traytor, thou.
Ioh.
Where!
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In your Chamber.
Ioh.
Chamber!
Was it not when you told me, that the King
Had got a strumpet.
King.
Ha.
Val.
How!
Ioh.
A Citizens wife;
'Twas when you swore to pay him soundly.
Val.
See. see!
Ioh.
The peoples hearts were full.
Val.
Poxe, a' my heart then.
Ioh.
Or was't not when you threaten'd to take all,
Into your owne hands:
Val.
There's my gloue, thou lyest.
Kin.
Good stuffe, I shall find traitors of you both,
If you are, be so; with my finger, thus
I fanne away the dust flying in mine eyes
Rais'd by a little wind; I laugh at these now,
'Tis smoake, and yet because you shall not thinke
We'll dance in Earth quakes, or throw squibs at Thunder,
I charge both keepe your Chambers for a day
Or so.—
Val.
Your will.
Exit.
Ioh.
Chambers!
King.
We bid it.
Ioh.
You may.
Exit.
Enter Queene, and Ladies.
Omn.
The Queene.
Qu.
I thanke your highnesse for the bird you gaue me,
King.
What bird?
Qu.
Your Tassell gentle, shee's lur'd off and gone.
King.
How gon! what's gone!
Qu.
Your woman's fled,
Whom you prefer'd to me, she's stolne from Court.
King.
You iest.
Qu.
bee it so.—
Goes away.
King.
I haue hotter newes for you,
Your Fathers head lies here, art thou still shooting
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I should turne wild, and send through all the winds
Horsemen in quest of her, because you weare
A kind of yellow stocking; let her flie
If Ioue forsooth would fixe a starre in Heauen,
Iuno runnes mad, thou better mightst haue spurn'd
The gates of hell ope; then to looke into
Our bosome.
Qu.
Where your Trull lyes.
King.
Y'are a Toad.
Qu.
Womans reuenge awake thee, thou hast stirr'd
A blood as hot and high as is thine owne
Raise no more stormes; your treasure is not gon,
I fear'd the Sea was dangerous, and did sound it
Mischiefe but halfe vp, is with ease confounded.
Exit.
King.
In thine owne ruine, me canst thou hit
But with one finger which can doe no harme
But when a King strikes, 'tis with his whole arme.
Exit.
Enter Queene and Tormiella.
Qu.
Make fast the Closet—so—giue me the key
I meane to kill thee.
Tor.
Kill me, for what cause?
Qu.
Guesse.
Tor.
I know none, vnlesse the Lambe should aske
The Butcher why he comes to cut his throat.
Qu.
I could through loope holes hit thee, or hire slaues
And send death to thee, twenty secret wayes.
Tor.
Why would you doe all this?
Qu.
Or (as the Hart
Drawes Serpents from their Den) with subtill breath
I could allure thee to sit downe, and banquet
With me as with the King thou hast.
Tor.
Oh neuer—
Qu.
Yet poyson you most sweetly.
Tor.
Now you doe it.
Qu.
And I could make thee a Queenes bedfellow
As thou hast beene a Kings.
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Neuer by—
Qu.
Sweare,
Yet stifle you in a pillow, but I scorne
To strike thee blindfold, onely thou shalt know
An Eagles nest, disdaines to hatch a Crow:
Why are all mouthes in Spaine fill'd to the brim,
Flowing o're with Court newes, onely of you and him
The King I meane, where lies the Court?
Tor.
Sure here.
Qu.
It remou'd last, to th'shop of a Millaner
The gests are so set downe, because you ride
Like vs, and steale our fashions and our tyers,
You'l haue our Courtiers to turne shopkeepers,
And fall to trading with you, ha!
Tor.
Alas the Court to me is an inchanted tower
Wherein I'me lockt by force, and bound by spels
To Heauen to some, to me ten thousand Hels
I drinke but poyson in gold, sticke on the top
Of a high Pinnacle, like an jdle vaine
(As the wind turnes) by euery breath being tost
And once blowne downe; not miss'd, but for euer lost.
Qu.
Out Crocadile,—
Spurne her.
Tor.
You will not murther me!
Qu.
Ile cure you of the Kings euill.—
Draw 2. kniues.
Tor.
To one woman
Another should be pittifull, heare me speake?
Qu.
How dares so base a flower follow my Sunne
At's rising to his setting.
Torm.
I follow none.
Qu.
How dar'st thou Serpent wind about a tree
That's mine.
Torm.
I doe not.
Qu.
Or to shake the leaues.
Tor.
By Heauen, not any.
Qu.
Or once to taste the fruit
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Prayers euer came; pray, for thou dy'st.
Torm.
Then kill me.
Qu.
How did my Husband win thee?
Torm.
By meere force; a Bawd betray'd me to him.
Qu.
Worse and worse.
Torm.
If euer I haue wrong'd your royall bed
In act, in thought, nayle me for euer fast,
To scape this Tyger of the Kings fierce lust
I will doe any thing, I will speake treason
Or Drinke a Cup of poyson, which may blast
My inticing face, and make it leprous foule:
Ruine you all this, so you keepe vp my Soule;
That's all the wealth I care for.
Qu.
I haue now no hart left to kill thee, rise, thou and I
Will like two quarrelling Gallants faster tye
A knot of Loue, we both i'th Field being wounded
Since we must needs be sharers, vse me kindly
And play not the right Citizen, to vndoe
Your partner, who 'ith stocke has more than you.
A noyse within. Enter the King.
King.
Must you be closetted?
Qu.
Yes.
King.
What are you doing?
Qu.
Not getting Children.
King.
Naked kniues, for what,
Speake, s'death speake you.
Tor.
They both fell from her side.
King.
You lie, away.
Qu.
Must you be closetted?
King.
Yes.
Qu.
When hart break'st thou, thou dost too much swell,
This Aspish biting, is incurable.
Exit.
King.
Be true to me I charge you, did the Queene
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Tor.
None at all.
King.
Why were these drawne,
Tor.
I know not.
King.
Know not; what's heere,
Why is this rose deni'd with a pearled teare.
When the sunne shines so warme, you know not that too,
The lambe has am'd the Lyon, the vulture tyers
Vpon the Eagles hart, these subtill wyers
Chanie Ioue, these balls, from whose flames Cupid drew,
His wild fire burnes heere, this you know not too.
I loue you, that you know not neither, y'are coy,
And proud, and faire, you know this,
Tor.
I beseech you
Let me shake off the golden fetters you tye
About my body, you inioy a body
Without a soule, for I am now not heere.
King.
Where then.
Tor.
At home in my poore husbands armes,
This is your Court, that mine.
King.
Your husbands armes,
Thou art his whore, he plai'd the theefe and rob'd
Another of thee, and to spoyle the spoyler,
Is Kingly iustice, 'tis a lawfull prize
That's ta'ne from Pirates; there's are fellow wiues.
Tor.
Which of your subiects (which abroad adore
Your state, your greatnesse, presence and your throne
Of sunne beames) thinke you now are with a wanton,
Or working a chast wife to become one.
King.
I worke thee not to be so, for when time
Shall iog his glasse and make those sands lye low
Which now are at the top, thy selfe shalt grow
In selfe same place my Queene does.
Tor.
What tree euer stood
Long and deepe rooted, that was set in blood;
I will not be your whore to weare your Crowne.
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King.
No!
Tor.
No 'twere shame 'mongst all our City Dames
If one could not scape free, their blasted fames.
King.
The sound of Bels and Timbrels make you mad
As it does a Tyger, the softer that I stroke you
The worse you bite, your father and your Husband
Are at my sending come to Court, Ile lay
Honours on both their backs, here they shall stay
Because Ile keepe you here, if you doe frowne
The engine which reares vp, shall plucke all downe.
Ile fetch 'em to you my selfe.
Exit.
Tor.
Oh who can stifling scape in baser throngs,
When Princes Courts threaten the selfe-same wrongs!
Exit.
Finis Actus tertij.
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