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Enter Armanus Solus.
Arm.
Thrice has my horse orethrowne mee, the last tyme
fell starke dead vnder mee omminous signes,
the scortching beames too, weakens and makes faint
my brused limbs that I of force must rest, if rest dares
steale into the dwelling place of greefe and care
if Tullius fell by Damned practizes
and not by honorable dint of sword
I take a solempe vowe neare to returne
or liue [most] mongst other creatures willingly
then wolues and tygers, studying how to learne
there sauadge feircenes and to practise it
vpon there harts were causers of his death
my --- ore masters mee and fills my head
with strange distemprature, sleepe waies downe
my eyelidds.

Enter Tullius in disguise
Tull.
I would haue no one marry, for it tis
a foolish vaine and idle ceremony
lett euery woman choose the man shee likes
to pleasure her, and after him an other
changing as often as the suttle winde
the palefac't moone or there owne wandring thoughts
twere better farr, then thus with breach of faith,
to fill the world with sinn and bastard births
oh Philadelph[i]a if thou dost proue falce
betwixt the partched Indians, short breathd men
and longest liued cold Hyther boreans
liues not a constant woman: but Armanus

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to see, the Antipathy twixt loue and freindshipp
as if it were ingrafted in the soule
in wc h there is more pleasure then desire
in will and in affection, like twoe harts
close vp both in a mould that if one dye
the poysonous infection kills the other
I would I could forgett thee for mee thinkes
Im'e neare alone when I remember thee
such simpathie conditions manners speach
studies, pleasures, inclinations
bearing contynuall one thought and motion
for such are perfect freinds, I am oreheard
and yet I am nott, theres a happie man
no politicke deuises keepes him waking
for mines of gould my mad and mutinous thoughts
will not affoord mee such a[rest] minutes rest
these three dayes haue these eye lidds kept asunder
and still vnfreindly the denie to meete
yet I will lay mee downe, by this blest creture
it may be his example may teach mee,
how to beguile fond passions,

Arm:
forgiue mee [I will revenge thy]
I will revenge thy death, by Heauen I will

Tull.
Alas poore Soule he is afflicted too
me thinkes that face should be no stranger to mee, Arma—
oh see the [ospr ofspr] spring from whence comes all my woe
whose flattering bubles show like christall streames
but I haue found em full of Lermean [pos] poyson
how sound he sleepes, he is so vsed to sin

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nott the black furies that still houle about him
nor his owne guilt thats euer calling him
can waken him, but heere is that can doot
Iust Nemesis that sitst on sharpest thornes
twisting thy iron whipps for periurd men
behold thy preist offer a sacrifise
that wilbe pleasing to thee, my hand shakes
Reuenge and furie gard mee round about
and force calme pittie and compassion back
once more haue at thee, still my arme wants strength
and cannot hold my weapon/

Arm:
Sacred Spiritt,
that from the euer springing feilds art come
to this vnhallowed ground why dost thou shake
thy threatning sword and so austerely bend
thy incorporeall browe, against the man
that euer lou'd and honord Tullius name
soe deare, the naturall antipothy
betwixt my fraile and thy immortall substance
wc h guiltie creatures tremble to behold
and driues there cold bloud through there shaking ioynts
nothing dismayes mee, but with open armes
run to imbrace thy shadowe, shun mee not
by all my hopes of future happines
tell mee but who they were contriud thy death
and though the Cyclops gard them or the Race
that from his Kingdome durst attempt to driue
the starr cround Monarch, yet my vengefull flame
shall strike em downe to hell where thou shalt heare

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to those blest shades where all the worthies liue
there torturd soules with anguishe howle & yell
then do not fly my Armes

Tull.
Villin keepe of
thou art mad, a Pander, nay whats worsse
a traytor to thy freinde
Diuell, or ghost

Ar./
spirit of earth, of ayre, of«*» actiue fire
for Tullius thou art not he nere vsd
such barbarous Language to a faithfull freind
therefore what ere thou art that darest assume
the blessed shape of my deare murdred freind
where goodnes so long dwelt prepare thy selfe
my Anger thus salutes,

Tull
What dreames this
what spiritt or what murder talkes hee of
this is a fetch past mans capacitie
Armanus thou hast lost thy selfe too far
Im'e no deluding Hobling nor falce freind
but reall as thy selfe

Arm
Liues Tullius then
with ioy and wonder thus

Tull
Keep distance slaue
yes I do liue and only liue to bee
a terror to thy falcehood,

Arm:
These are Words [I must not liue to heare]
I must not liue to heare/

Tul
Villin read that
so long 'ile spare my iustice, wc h shall fall
as horid as thy fact, dost startle yee

Ar
Who erer writt these black lynes is a Diuell
which are as falce and envious as himselfe

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Yet if you can beleiue em, tis high time
that I were turnd to earth, see theres my sword
and thus my brest flies open to yr furie
strike and strike home, and when my guiltles bloud
shall dye this greene grasse crimson, you shall see
howe free twas from corruption

Tull
I am struck
with deepe astonishment if that were falce
to what end should that man what ere he were engage
himselfe so dreadfully, [it] tis areach
beyond my vnderstanding, by the truth
and forepast protestations tyed [my] our [loues] harts
in bonds of amitie, a greater oath
Sinn cannot thinke vpon, resolue my feare
has not my Philadelph[i]a foyld her faith

Ar.
Shee is as pure as the vnspotted Sunne
shining in brightest glorie

Tul
Dos not the King solicite her,

Ar.
he dos

[Tull.]
And politicke Rufinus haunts her howerly
like an ill spiritt striueing to seduce her
to what she most abhors, twas he possest
mee, with yor credulous death
and has by this diuulged it to the King
which rumor wingd me on to fly tooth Campe
doubting some dangerous plott laid gainst yr life,
that he so confidently spoke you dead
by all my comforts hoped for, and those plagues
wc h periurie would tremble to recite,
by our past freindshipp and vnwrinckled truth

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which hetherto I euer haue ador[n]d, what I haue spoke
is free from blott as is the firmament,

Tu:
And I as true beleiue it, pardon mee
thus will I begg it from thee, iealousie
and frantick rage wc h from those lines tooke life
and had there black originall [[illeg.]] bereft
and put mee past my selfe now I conceiue
Rufinus damnd intent, to drawe mee from
the Campe vnto my death, or execute
Some hellishe treason there, heauen keepe Marius safe

Ar
Speake lowe, heeres company

Enter Marius in disguise and Lelia, like a post boy.
Mar.
Lets rest a while sweete
Lelia, wee haue rid hard
and whilest our horses grase, refresh our selues
these plesant Groues yeild comfortable shades

Ia:
Marius.

Mar.
ha, what affrights my loue

Ia:
Sawe you that face,

Mar.
tis.

Ia:
Tullius my deare brother, yt Armanus.

Mar.
oh euerlasting Comfort Tullius

Tull.
Amazement, Marius, louing Ianus too
Ioy and sad feare both strugle in my brest
yr sights are Heauen, but the sudden Cause
forcet you to leaue the Campe, and thus disguis'd
begets in me a Wonder beyond thought,

Mar
And well it may, oh noble worthy Lord
I shall amaze you with strange stratagems

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Titus is a Tyrant, bloudie snares
and horid Treasons doth begirt thee round
but I was trapt with em, yet hate to thinke
thy Vertues knewe of them,
behould a Warrant graunted for thy death
vpon Condicōns of a faigned League
signed with his owne hand and comaunding seale
which I obserued in all things, voyd of feare
and as I entred throug there flattering Gates
which stood wide open to receiue vs in
going to take there oathes of fealtie
I fell by there sharpe Weapons Witnes these markes
but how I was restord and scapt with life
will wonder you far more, heere is the hand
that vnder heauen was my onely safety

Tull.
Who pretty Ianus

Mar
No thy sister Tullius,
and my deare Lelia that all this while
like my good Angell hath protected mee
the manner now is too tedious to reherse
for I could euer sitt recounting it

Tull
Ist possible sweete sister thou shouldst liue
thus long disguisd and serue mee as my page
and these eyes neare discry thee, that haue tooke
[th] such infinite delight to gaze vpon
the splendor of thy beautie, nay I vowe
wert not my sister euen doted on thee

Ar:
Is this yr post
was shee yr happie guide
I could fast euer to kis such a Post

Tull
Surcease a while this explicating ioy
and let vs studdy how to be reuenged
on this iniurious Kinge King Machevill


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Mar.
For such a plott no furie euer formd./

Tull
Was all these honors, and the gilded Titles
he heaped [agan] vpon my head against my Will
layd on my shoulders for to waie mee downe
and sinke mee with black obloquie, Well Kinge
the moone may dim the Sunn and so may I
wrap vp thy blazing pride, in a red Cloud,
and darken thee for euer, Come to Roome,
weele yett determine nothing, what wee doe
ocasion must present vs, on to Roome.

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