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Enter the new Vsurping Tirant; The Nobles of his faction, Memphonius, Sophonirus, Heluetius with others, The right heire Gouianus depos'de,
A senate
Tyrant
Thus hie my lordes, yor powers and constant loues
have fixt our glories lyke vnmoued starrs
that know not what it is to fall or err,
wee'r now the kingdomes loue: and he that was
flatterd awhile so standes before vs now
readier for doome then dignitie—

Goui.
so much
can the adulterat frendship of mankinde
falce fortunes sister bringe to passe on kinges
and laye vsurpers svnnynge in their glories
like Adders in warme beames

Tyr.
ther was but one
in whome my hart tooke pleasure (amongst weomen)
one in the whole creation, and in her
you darde to be my ryvall wa'st not bould?
now we are kinge, sheele leaue the lower path
and finde the waye to vs—Heluetius
it is thy daughter, happier then a kinge
and farr aboue him, for she kneeles to thee
whome we haue kneelde to, richer in one smile
that came from her, then she in all thy blessinges:
If thow bee'st prowde thow art to be forgiuen
[i]t' is no deadlie synne in thee; while she liues,
highe Lust is not more naturall to youthe
then that to thee, be not afraide to die in't,
tis but the syn of Ioye, ther is no gladnes
but has a pride it liues by,—thats the oyle
that feedes it into flames;—let her be sent for
and honorably attended, as besemes
her that we make our Queene, my l. Memphonius
and Sophonirus take into yor care
the royall busines of my heart, conduct her
wt h a respect equall wt h that to vs,
if more, it shalbe pardond, so still err,
you honour vs, but or self honors her.

Memph.
Straunge fortune, does he make his Queene of her.—
Exit Mempho:

Soph.
I haue a wife, would she were so preferd,
I could be but her subiect, so I'me now,
I' allowe her her [one]/[OWNE] frend, to stop her mowth
and keep her quiet, gi[ue]' him his table free,
and the huge feeding of his great stone horse
[ON]/[wt h] wc h he rides in pompe about the Cittie
only to speake to gallants in bay-windowes;
marry his lodging he paies deerly for,
he getts me all my children, there I saue by'te,
beside I drawe my life owte by the bargaine
some twelue yeres longer then the tymes appointed,
when my young prodigall gallant kicks vp's heeles
at one and thirtie, and lies dead and rotten
some ffyve and fortie yeares before I'me coffinde,
Tis the right waie to keep a woman honest
one frend is Baracadoe to a hundred
& keepes em owte, nay more, a husbandes sure
to haue his children all of one[s] mans getting,
& he that performes best, can haue no better,
I'me eene as happie then that saue a labour—
Exit Sophonirus

Tyrant.
thy honours wt h thy daughters loue shall rise
I shall reade thy deservinges in her eyes.

Heluetius
o may they be eternall bookes of pleasure
to show you all delighte

Goui
the losse of her sitts closer to my harte
then that of kingdome, or the whorish pompe
of this worldes title[s] that wt h flatterie swells vs
and makes vs die like beastes fat for distruction,
o shees a woman, and her eye will stande
vpon advauncement, neuer wearie yonder,
but when she turnes her head, by chaunce, & sees
the Fortunes that are my Companions,
sheele snatche her eyes of, and repent the lookinge;

Tyr.
tis well advizde; we doome thee Gouianus
to banishmt for euer from our kingdome,

Goui
what could be worse to one whose heart is lockt
vp in anothers bosome banishment?
and why not death? is that too eazie for me

Tyr.
but that the world would call our waie to dignitie
a path of blood, it should be the first acte in all our raigne

Gou.
shee's lost for euer, farewell vertuous men
too honest for yor greatnes, now y'are mightier
then when we knew the kingdome, your stiles heavier,
then ponderous Nobillitie farwell

3. Noblemā
how's that Sir?

Gou.
[waightie and serious,—] o sir is it you
I knew you one and twentie and a lord
when yor discretion suckt, ist come from Nurse yet?
you scorne to be a scholler, you were borne better
you haue good landes, thats the best groundes of learning
if you can Conster but yor Docters bill,
pierce yor wyues waiting women, and decline yor Tennauntes
till thei'r all beggars, wt h new fynes and rackinges
y'are scholler good enoughe, for a ladies sonne
thats borne to lyvinge, if you list to reade
ride but toth Cittie and bestowe yor lookes
on the Court library the mercers bookes,
theile quicklie furnish you, do but entertaine
a Taylor for yor tutor, to expound
all the hard stuf to you, by what name and title
so euer they be calde.

3 Noble.
I thanck you sir

Goui
tis happie you haue lernt so much manners
since you haue so litle witt; Fare you well Sr

Tyr.
let him be staid awhile

4 Nobl.
Staye—

3. Nob.
you must staye Sr

Goui
hees not so honest sure, to chaunge his mynde
reuoke his doome, Hell has more hope on him;

Tyr
we haue not ended yet, the worst part's comynge
thy banishment were gentle, were that all,
but to[']afflict thy sowle, before thow goest
thow shalt behold the heav'ne that thow must loose—
in her that must be myne;
then to be banisht, then to be depriude
shewes the full torment we prouide for thee

Goui:
heres a right tirant now, he will not bate me
th'affliction of my sowle, he'll [wi'll] haue all partes
Enter with the Lady clad in Black.
—suffer together; now I see my losse
I neuer shall recouer't, my myndes beggard

Tyr.
[Black?] whence risse that clowde, can such a thing be seene
in honours glorious daie? the skye, so cleer?
why mournes the kingdomes mistris? does she come
to meet advauncement in a funerall garment?
back, she forgot her self, twas too much ioye
that bred this error and we hartilie pardon't,
goe, bringe me her hether like an illustrious bride
wt h her best beames about her, let her iewells
be worth ten Citties, that besemes our mistris,
and not a widdowes case, a suite to weep in

Lady.
I am not to be alterd

Tyr.
howe.

La:
I haue a mynde,
that must be shifted ere I cast of thease
or I shall weare straung coloures;—tis not titles
nor all the bastard-honoures of this frame
that I am taken wt h, I come not hether
to pleaze the eye of glorie, but of goodnes
and that concernes not you sir, you're for greatnes
I dare not deale wt h you, I haue found my matche
and I will neuer loose him

Goui
if ther be man
aboue a kinge in fortunes, read my storie
and you shall finde him ther, farwell poore kingdome
take it to help thee, thow ha[d]st need on't now,
I see thee in distres, more miserable
then some thow laist taxations on, poore subiects;
th'[ow] art all beset wt h stormes, more ouercast
then euer any man that brightnes flatterd
tis only wretchednes, to be there wt h thee,
and happines to be here;

Tyr.
Sure some dreame crownd me
if it were possible to be less then nothinge
I wake the man you seek for,—thers the kingdome
wt hin y'on vallye fixt, while I stand here
kissinge falce hopes vpon a frozen mowntaine,
wt hout the confines, I am he thats banisht
the king walkes yonder chose by her affection[s]
wc h is the surer side, for wher shee goes
her eye remoues the courte, what is he here
can spare a looke, thei'r all ymploide on her?
Heluetius,—thow art not worthe the waking neither,
I loose but tyme in thee, goe sleep agen, [like an ould man]
like an old man, thow canst doe nothing,
thow takst no paines at all to erne thine honor s
wc h waye shall we be able to paie thee
to thy content, when we receaue not our's,
the master of the worke must needes decaie
when he wantes meanes, and sees his servaunt playe

Helue.
haue I bestowde so many blessinges on thee
and do they all returne to me in [a] curses
is that the vse, I ha, for em, be not to mee
a burden ten tymes heavier then my yeares
thow'd'st wont to be kinde to me and obserue,
what I thoughte pleasinge, goe, entreat the kinge

La:
I will doe more for you sir, y'are my father,
ile kisse him too

Helu:
how am I delt wt hall

La:
why that's the vsurper sir, this is the kinge
I happend righter then you thought I had
and were all kingdomes of the earth, his owne
as sure as this is not, and this deere gentleman
as poore as Vertue, and allmost as frendles
I would not chaunge th[at]is misery for th[y]at sceptor
wherin I had part wt h him; Sir be cheerfull,
tis not the reeling fortune of great state
or lowe condition, that I cast myne ey at,
it is the man I seeke, the rest I loose
as thinges vnworthy to be kept or noted,
fortunes are but the outsides of true worth
it is the mynde that sets his master forth;

Ty.
has ther so manie bodies bin hewen downe
like trees in progress, to cut owt a waie
that was nere knowne, for vs and our affections
and is our game so croste? ther standes the first
of all her kinde that euer refusde greatnes,
[A woman to set light by soueraintie
what age can bringe her forthe, and hide that booke,
tis their desire most comonlie to rule
more then their part comes to, sometymes their husbands,]

Helu.
tis in yor power my lord to force her to you
and pluck her from his Armes,

Ty.
thow talkst vnkindlie
that had bin donne, before thy thought begot it
if my affection could be so hard harted
to stand vpon such payement, it must come
gentlie and kindlie like a debt of loue,
or tis not worth receiuynge

Goui
now Vsurper
I wish no happier freedome then the banishmt
that thow hast laid vpon me,

Ty.
o he kills me
at myne owne weapon, tis I that liue in exile
should she forsake the lande, ile faine some cawse
far from the grief it self, to call it back,—
that doome of banishment was but lent to thee
to make a tryall of thy factious spirrit
wc h flames in thy desire, thow wouldst be gon,
ther is some combination betwixt thee
and forraine plotts, thow hast some powers to raise
wc h to prevent, thy banishment we revoke,
confine thee to thy howse neerest our Courte
and place a guarde about thee, Lord Memphonius
see it effected.

Mem.
wt h best care my lord

Goui
Confine me? heres my libertie in myne Armes
I wish no better to bringe me content,
Louers best freedome is close prisonment —

Exiunt Lady and Govianus
Ty.
my thinckes the daie eene darkens at her abscence
I stand as in a shade, when a great clowde
mufles the Sun whose beames shine afarr of
on towres and mountaines, but I keep the valleis
the place that is last serude

Helu.
my Lord

Ty.
yor reason sir.

Helu.
yor grace is milde to all but yor owne bosome
they should haue both bin sent to seuerall prisons
and not Comitted to each others armes
thers a hot duraunce, heele nere wishe more freedome,

Ty.

tis true let em be both forct back
staye we commaund you.
thow talkst not like a states man &cs.

(Marginal note)

Ty.
thow talkst not like a States man, had my wrath
tooke hold of such extremitie at first
thei'd lyu'de suspectfull still, warnde by their feares
wher now that libertie makes em more secure
ile take em at my pleasure, it giues thee
freer access to playe the father for vs
and plye her to our will,

Hel.
mass so it does
let a man thinck on't twice, yor grace hath hapned
vpon a straung waie, yet it proues the neerest:

Ty.

nay more to vex his sowle giue comaund straite
they be deuided into seuerall Roomes
wher he may only haue a sight of her
to his myndes torment, but his armes and lips
lockt vp like fellons, from her

Helu.

now you win me
I like that crueltie passing well my lord

Ty.

giue order wt h all speed

Hel.

Thoe I be ould
I need no spurr my l: Honor pricks me
I do beseech yor grace look cheerfullie &cs.

(Marginal note)

I do beseech yor mat i e, looke cheerfull
you shall not want content, if it be lockt
in any blood of myne, the keye's yor owne
you shall comaund the wards

Ty.
saist thow so sir?
I were ingratefull then, should I see thee
want honor, that provides content for me

Exiunt.