 | Bussy d'Ambois, or The Husbands Revenge |  |
SCENE Continues.
Enter Tamira.
[D'Amboise taking leave, descends into the Vault.
Tam.
He's gone, and with him, all my Courage fled,
And I am now left wholly to my Fears;
Oh, I have open'd all the Doors of Danger
To my encompass'd Honour and my Life.
Before, I was secure 'gainst Death and Hell,
But now am subject to the heartless fear
Of every Shadow, and of every Breath;
So confident a spotless Conscience is;
So weak a Guilty.
No Roof nor Shelter can secure us so,
But it will drown our Cheeks in Tears and Sorrow.
Enter Mount Surry.
Mont.
Good Morrow to my Life! what up already?
Tam.
Ay, my dear Lord, not all this Night have I
Undress'd my self, nor could I sleep a jot.
Mont.
Why, my Hearts Joy, what troubled my dear Life?
Tam.
Alas, to what end should I go to Bed,
That wholly miss'd the comfort of my Bed;
My Soul, my Heart, my Life?
Mont.
Ah dear, dear, Charmer.
[Embraces her.
Tam.
Or how could Sleep possess my Faculties,
Wanting the proper closer of my Eyes?
Mont.
Well, I will never more sleep night from thee;
All my own business, all the King's Affairs
Shall take the day to serve 'em. Every Night
I'le always dedicate to thy delight.
Tam.
Not so my Lord, that will look much amiss,
I can make shift another night like this.
Mont.
Come to the Presence then, and see great Damboise,
Fortunes proud Mushroom, shot up in a Night,
Stand like an Atlas under the King's Arm;
Which Greatness in him, Monsieur now envies
As Bitterly and deadly as the Guise.
Tam.
What, he that was but Yesterday his Maker,
His Raiser, and Preserver!
Mont.
Even the same.
Tam.
How can that be?
[How my Heart throbs o'th suddain?
Aside.
Mont.
A Duel late was fought of Bloody consequence,
In which he being principally concern'd,
The Monsieur got his pardon of the King,
And for the same, propos'd to him a business
Which D'Amboise has refused, and since inform'd our Master
In some by-hints th'Ambition of his Brother;
Which being secretly observed by Monsieur,
Has turn'd his outward love to inward hate.
But on the contrary, the King admires him,
Designs him for a Count, and stiles him now his Eagle.
Tam.
Strange Revolution! but I hope my Lord
You'll take the Juster side.
Mont.
Nay, for my part
I have no personal malice to the Man,
He never did me hurt.
Tam.
Nor me, I'm sure.
[Exeunt.
Enter Tamira.
[D'Amboise taking leave, descends into the Vault.
Tam.
He's gone, and with him, all my Courage fled,
And I am now left wholly to my Fears;
Oh, I have open'd all the Doors of Danger
To my encompass'd Honour and my Life.
Before, I was secure 'gainst Death and Hell,
But now am subject to the heartless fear
Of every Shadow, and of every Breath;
So confident a spotless Conscience is;
So weak a Guilty.
No Roof nor Shelter can secure us so,
But it will drown our Cheeks in Tears and Sorrow.
Enter Mount Surry.
Mont.
Good Morrow to my Life! what up already?
Tam.
Ay, my dear Lord, not all this Night have I
Undress'd my self, nor could I sleep a jot.
Mont.
Why, my Hearts Joy, what troubled my dear Life?
Tam.
Alas, to what end should I go to Bed,
That wholly miss'd the comfort of my Bed;
My Soul, my Heart, my Life?
Mont.
Ah dear, dear, Charmer.
[Embraces her.
Tam.
Or how could Sleep possess my Faculties,
Wanting the proper closer of my Eyes?
Mont.
Well, I will never more sleep night from thee;
All my own business, all the King's Affairs
Shall take the day to serve 'em. Every Night
I'le always dedicate to thy delight.
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Not so my Lord, that will look much amiss,
I can make shift another night like this.
Mont.
Come to the Presence then, and see great Damboise,
Fortunes proud Mushroom, shot up in a Night,
Stand like an Atlas under the King's Arm;
Which Greatness in him, Monsieur now envies
As Bitterly and deadly as the Guise.
Tam.
What, he that was but Yesterday his Maker,
His Raiser, and Preserver!
Mont.
Even the same.
Tam.
How can that be?
[How my Heart throbs o'th suddain?
Aside.
Mont.
A Duel late was fought of Bloody consequence,
In which he being principally concern'd,
The Monsieur got his pardon of the King,
And for the same, propos'd to him a business
Which D'Amboise has refused, and since inform'd our Master
In some by-hints th'Ambition of his Brother;
Which being secretly observed by Monsieur,
Has turn'd his outward love to inward hate.
But on the contrary, the King admires him,
Designs him for a Count, and stiles him now his Eagle.
Tam.
Strange Revolution! but I hope my Lord
You'll take the Juster side.
Mont.
Nay, for my part
I have no personal malice to the Man,
He never did me hurt.
Tam.
Nor me, I'm sure.
[Exeunt.
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