 | The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois |  |
Actus tertij
Scæna prima.
A march of Captaines ouer the Stage.Maillard, Chalon, Aumall following with Souldiers.
Mail.
These Troopes and companies come in with wings:
So many men, so arm'd, so gallant Horse,
I thinke no other Gouernment in France
So soone could bring together. With such men
Me thinkes a man might passe th'insulting Pillars
Of Bacchus and Alcides.
Chal.
I much wonder
Our Lord Lieutenant brought his brother downe
To feast and honour him, and yet now leaues him
At such an instance.
Mail.
Twas the Kings Command:
For whom he must leaue Brother, Wife, friend, all things.
The confines of his Gouernment, whose view
Is the pretext of his Command, hath neede
Of no such sodaine expedition.
Mail.
Wee must not argue that. The Kings Command
Is neede and right enough: and that he serues,
(As all true Subiects should) without disputing.
Chal.
But knowes not hee of your Command to take
His Brother Clermont?
Mail.
No: the Kings will is
Expressely to conceale his apprehension
From my Lord Gouernour. Obseru'd yee not?
Againe peruse the Letters. Both you are
Made my assistants, and haue right and trust
In all the waightie secrets like my selfe.
Aum.
Tis strange a man that had, through his life past,
So sure a foote in vertue and true knowledge,
As Clermont D'Ambois, should be now found tripping,
And taken vp thus, so to make his fall
More steepe and head-long.
Mail.
It is Vertues fortune,
To keepe her low, and in her proper place.
Height hath no roome for her: But as a man
That hath a fruitfull wife, and euery yeere
A childe by her, hath euery yeere a month,
To breathe himselfe: where hee that gets no childe
Hath not a nights rest (if he will doe well.)
So, let one marry this same barraine Vertue,
She neuer lets him rest: where fruitfull vice
Spares her rich drudge, giues him in labour breath;
Feedes him with bane, and makes him fat with death.
Chal.
I see that good liues neuer can secure
Men from bad liuers. Worst men will haue best
As ill as they, or heauen to hell they'll wrest.
Aum.
There was a merit for this, in the fault
That Bussy made, for which he (doing pennance)
Proues that these foule adulterous guilts will runne
Through the whole bloud, which not the cleare can shunne.
Mail.
Ile therefore take heede of the bastarding
And as I am true Batcheler, I sweare,
To touch no woman (to the coupling ends)
Vnlesse it be mine owne wife or my friends.
I may make bold with him.
Aum.
Tis safe and common.
The more your friend dares trust, the more deceiue him.
And as through dewie vapors the Sunnes forme
Makes the gay Rainebow, girdle to a storme,
So in hearts hollow, Friendship (euen the Sunne
To all good growing in societie)
Makes his so glorious and diuine name hold
Collours for all the ill that can be told.
Mail.
Harke, our last Troopes are come.
Trumpets within.
Chal.
Harke, our last foote.
Drums beate.
Mail.
Come, let vs put all quickly into battaile,
And send for Clermont, in whose honour, all
This martiall preparation wee pretend.
Chal.
Wee must bethinke vs ere wee apprehend him,
(Besides our maine strength) of some stratageme
To make good our seuere Command on him;
As well to saue bloud, as to make him sure:
For if hee come on his Scotch horse, all France
Put at the heeles of him, will faile to take him.
Mail.
What thinke you if wee should disguise a brace
Of our best Souldiers in faire Lackies coates,
And send them for him, running by his side,
Till they haue brought him in some ambuscado
We close may lodge for him; and sodainely
Lay sure hand on him, plucking him from horse.
Aum.
It must be sure and strong hand: for if once
Hee feeles the touch of such a stratageme,
Tis not the choisest brace of all our Bands
Can manacle, or quench his fiery hands.
Mail.
When they haue seaz'd him, the ambush shal make in.
Aum.
Doe as you please; his blamelesse spirit deserues
(I dare engage my life) of all this, nothing.
Chal.
Why should all this stirre be then?
Who knowes not.
The bumbast politie thrusts into his Gyant,
To make his wisedome seeme of size as huge,
And all for sleight encounter of a shade,
So hee be toucht, hee would haue hainous made?
Mail.
It may be once so; but so euer, neuer;
Ambition is abroad, on foote, on horse;
Faction chokes euery corner, streete, the Court,
Whose faction tis you know: and who is held
The fautors right hand: how high his aymes reach,
Nought but a Crowne can measure. This must fall
Past shadowes waights; and is most capitall.
Chal.
No question; for since hee is come to Cambray
The malecontent, decaid Marquesse Renel,
Is come, and new arriu'd; and made partaker
Of all the entertaining Showes and Feasts
That welcom'd Clermont to the braue Virago
His manly Sister. Such wee are esteem'd
As are our consorts. Marquesse malecontent
Comes where hee knowes his vaine hath safest vent.
Mail.
Let him come at his will, and goe as free,
Let vs ply Clermont, our whole charge is hee.
Exit.
Enter a Gentleman Usher before Clermont: Renel, Charlotte, with two women attendants, with others: Showes hauing past within.
Char.
This for your Lordships welcome into Cambray.
Ren.
Noblest of Ladies, tis beyond all power
(Were my estate at first full) in my meanes
To quit or merit.
Cler.
You come something latter
From Court my Lord then I: And since newes there
Is euery day encreasing with th'affaires,
Must I not aske now, what the newes is there?
Where the Court lyes? what stirre? change? what auise
From England, Italie.
Ren.
You must doe so,
If you'll be cald a Gentleman well quallified,
Cler.
The Locrian Princes therefore were braue Rubers;
For whosoeuer there came new from Countrie,
And in the Citie askt, what newes? was punisht:
Since commonly such braines are most delighted
With innouations, Gossips tales, and mischiefes:
But as of Lyons it is said and Eagles,
That when they goe, they draw their seeres and tallons
Close vp, to shunne rebating of their sharpnesse:
So our wits sharpnesse, which wee should employ
In noblest knowledge, wee should neuer waste
In vile and vulgar admirations.
Ren.
Tis right: but who, saue onely you, performes it,
And your great brother? Madame, where is he?
Char.
Gone a day since, into the Countries confines,
To see their strength, and readinesse for seruice.
Ren.
Tis well: his fauour with the King hath made him
Most worthily great, and liue right royally.
Cler.
I: Would hee would not doe so. Honour neuer
Should be esteem'd with wise men, as the price
And value of their virtuous Seruices,
But as their signe or Badge: for that bewrayes
More glory in the outward grace of goodnesse,
Then in the good it selfe; and then tis said:
Who more ioy takes, that men his good aduance,
Then in the good it selfe, does it by chance.
Char.
My brother speakes all principle; what man
Is mou'd with your soule? or hath such a thought
In any rate of goodnesse?
Cler.
Tis their fault.
We haue examples of it, cleare and many.
Demetrius Phalerius, an Orator,
And (which not oft meete) a Philosopher,
So great in Athens grew, that he erected
Three hundred Statues of him; of all which,
No rust, nor length of time corrupted one;
But in his life time, all were ouerthrowne.
And Demades (that past Demosthenes
Erected many Statues, which (he liuing)
Were broke, and melted into Chamber-pots.
Many such ends haue fallen on such proud honours,
No more because the men on whom they fell
Grew insolent, and left their vertues state;
Then for their hugenesse, that procur'd their hate:
And therefore little pompe in men most great,
Makes mightily and strongly to the guard
Of what they winne by chance, or iust reward.
Great and immodest braueries againe,
Like Statues, much too high made for their bases,
Are ouerturn'd as soone, as giuen their places.
Enter a Messenger with a Letter.
Messen.
Here is a Letter sir deliuer'd mee,
Now at the fore-gate by a Gentleman.
Cler.
What Gentleman?
Mess.
Hee would not tell his name;
Hee said, hee had not time enough to tell it,
And say the little rest hee had to say.
Cler.
That was a merry saying; he tooke measure
Of his deare time like a most thriftie husband.
Char.
What newes?
Cler.
Strange ones, and fit for a Nouation;
Waightie, vnheard of, mischieuous enough.
Ren.
Heauen shield: what are they?
Cler.
Read them, good my Lord.
Ren.
You are betraid into this Countrie. Monstrous!
Char.
How's that?
Cler.
Read on.
Ren.
Maillard you brothers Leiutenant, that yesterday
inuited you to see his Musters; hath Letters and strickt
Charge from the King to apprehend you.
Char.
To apprehend him?
Ren.
Your Brother absents himselfe of purpose.
Cler.
That's a sound one.
Char.
That's a lye.
Get on your Scotch horse, and retire to your strength;
you know where it is, and there it expects you: Beleeue this
as your best friend had sworne it. Fare-well if you will. Anonymos.
What's that?
Cler.
Without a name.
Charl.
And all his notice too, without all truth.
Cler.
So I conceiue it Sister: ile not wrong
My well knowne Brother for Anonymos,
Charl.
Some foole hath put this tricke on you, yet more
T'vncouer your defect of spirit and valour.
First showne in lingring my deare Brothers wreake.
See what it is to giue the enuious World
Aduantage to diminish eminent virtue.
Send him a Challenge? Take a noble course
To wreake a murther, done so like a villaine?
Cler.
Shall we reuenge a villanie with villanie?
Char.
Is it not equall?
Cler.
Shall wee equall be
With villaines?
Is that your reason?
Char.
Cowardise euermore
Flyes to the shield of Reason.
Cler.
Nought that is
Approu'd by Reason, can be Cowardise.
Charl.
Dispute when you should fight. Wrong wreaklesse sleeping,
Makes men dye honorlesse: One borne, another
Leapes on our shoulders.
Cler.
Wee must wreake our wrongs
So, as wee take not more.
Char.
One wreakt in time
Preuents all other. Then shines vertue most
When time is found for facts; and found, not lost.
Cler.
No time occurres to Kings, much lesse to Vertue;
Nor can we call it Vertue that proceedes
From vicious Fury. I repent that euer
(By any instigation in th'appearance
My Brothers spirit made, as I imagin'd)
That e'er I yeelded to reuenge his murther.
To beare all ill, not to be wreakt with good:
Doe ill for no ill: Neuer priuate cause
Should take on it the part of publike Lawes.
Char.
A D'Ambois beare in wrong so tame a spirit!
Ren.
Madame, be sure there will be time enough
For all the vengeance your great spirit can wish.
The course yet taken is allow'd by all,
Which being noble, and refus'd by th'Earle,
Now makes him worthy of your worst aduantage:
And I haue cast a proiect with the Countesse
To watch a time when all his wariest Guards
Shall not exempt him. Therefore giue him breath;
Sure Death delaid is a redoubled Death.
Cler.
Good Sister trouble not your selfe with this:
Take other Ladyes care; practise your face.
There's the chaste Matron, Madame Perigot,
Dwels not farre hence, Ile ride and send her to you,
Shee did liue by retailing mayden-heads
In her minoritie: but now shee deales
In whole-sale altogether for the Court.
I tell you, shee's the onely fashion-monger,
For your complexion, poudring of your haire,
Shadowes, Rebatoes, Wires, Tyres, and such trickes,
That Cambray, or I thinke, the Court affords:
She shall attend you Sister, and with these
Womanly practises emply your spirit;
This other suites you not, nor fits the fashion.
Though shee be deare, lay't on, spare for no cost,
Ladies in these haue all their bounties lost.
Ren.
Madame, you see, his spirit will not checke
At any single danger; when it stands
Thus merrily firme against an host of men,
Threaten'd to be armes for his surprise.
Char.
That's a meere Bugge-beare, an impossible mocke.
If hee, and him I bound by nuptiall faith
Had not beene dull and drossie in performing
Wreake of the deare bloud of my matchlesse Brother,
Outlawes in Acden, durst haue tempted thus
One of our bloud and name, be't true or false.
Cler.
This is not caus'd by that: twill be as sure
As yet it is not, though this should be true.
Char.
True? tis past thought false.
Cler.
I suppose the worst,
Which farre I am from thinking; and despise
The Armie now in battaile that should act it.
Cler.
I would not let my bloud vp to that thought,
But it should cost the dearest bloud in France.
Cler.
Sweet Sister, [osculatur]
farre be both off as the fact
Of my fain'd apprehension.
Char.
I Would once
Strip off my shame with my attire, and trie
If a poore woman, votist of reuenge
Would not performe it, with a president
To all you bungling foggy-spirited men;
But for our birth-rights honour, doe not mention
One syllable of any word may goe
To the begetting of an act so tender,
And full of sulphure as this Letters truth:
It comprehends so blacke a circumstance
Not to be nam'd; that but to forme one thought,
It is, or can be so; would make me mad:
Come my Lord, you and I will fight this dreame
Out at the Chesse.
Ren.
Most gladly, worthiest Ladie.
Exit Char. and Ren.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess.
Sir, my Lord Gouernours Lieutenant prayes
Accesse to you.
Cler.
Himselfe alone?
Mess.
Alone, sir.
Cler.
Attend him in. [Exit Mess.]
Now comes this plot to tryall,
I shall descerne (if it be true as rare)
Some sparkes will flye from his dissembling eyes.
Ile sound his depth.
Maill.
Honour, and all things noble.
Cler.
As much to you good Captaine. What's th'affaire.
Mail.
Sir, the poore honour we can adde to all
Your studyed welcome to this martiall place,
In presentation of what strength consists
My Lord your Brothers Gouernment is readie.
I haue made all his Troopes and Companies
Aduance, and put themselues randg'd Battailia,
That you may see, both how well arm'd they are;
How strong is euery Troope and Companie;
How ready, and how well prepar'd for seruice,
Cler.
And must they take mee?
Mail.
Take you, sir? O Heauen!
Mess.
Beleeue it sir, his count'nance chang'd in turning.
Mail.
What doe you meane sir?
Cler.
If you haue charg'd them,
You being charg'd your selfe, to apprehend mee,
Turne not your face: throw not your lookes about so.
Mail.
Pardon me sir. You amaze me to conceiue
From whence our wils to honour you, should turne
To such dishonour of my Lord your Brother.
Dare I, without him, vndertake your taking?
Cler.
Why not? by your direct charge from the King?
Mail.
By my charge from the King? would he so much
Disgrace my Lord, his owne Lieutenant here,
To giue me his Command without his forfaite?
Cler.
Acts that are done by Kings, are not askt why.
Ile not dispute the case, but I will search you.
Mail.
Search mee? for what?
Cler.
For Letters.
Mail.
I beseech you,
Doe not admit one thought of such a shame
To a Commander.
Cler.
Goe to: I must doo't.
Stand and be searcht; you know mee.
Mail.
You forget
Cler.
Stand, or I vow to heauen, Ile make you lie
Neuer to rise more.
Mail.
If a man be mad
Reason must beare him.
Cler.
So coy to be searcht?
Mail.
Sdeath sir, vse a Captaine like a Carrier.
Cler.
Come, be not furious; when I haue done
You shall make such a Carrier of me
If't be your pleasure: you're my friend I know,
And so am bold with you.
Mail.
You'll nothing finde
Where nothing is.
Cler.
Sweare you haue nothing.
Mail.
Nothing you seeke, I sweare, I beseech you,
Know I desir'd this out of great affection,
To th'end my Lord may know out of your witnesse,
His Forces are not in so bad estate
As hee esteem'd them lately in your hearing:
For which he would not trust me with the Confines;
But went himselfe to witnesse their estate.
Cler.
I heard him make that reason, and am sorie
I had no thought of it before I made
Thus bold with you; since tis such Ruberb to you.
Ile therefore search no more. If you are charg'd
(By Letters from the King, or otherwise)
To apprehend me; neuer spice it more
With forc'd tearmes of your loue, but say: I yeeld;
Holde; take my sword; here; I forgiue thee freely;
Take; doe thine office.
Mail.
Sfoote, you make m'a hang-man:
By all my faith to you, there's no such thing.
Cler.
Your faith to mee?
Mail.
My faith to God: All's one,
Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none.
Cler.
In that sense I accept your othe, and thanke you.
I gaue my word to goe, and I will goe.
Exit Cler.
Mail.
Ile watch you whither.
Exit Mail.
If hee goes, hee proues
How vaine are mens fore knowledges of things,
When heauen strikes blinde their powers of note and vse;
And makes their way to ruine seeme more right,
Then that which safetie opens to their sight.
Cassandra's prophecie had no more profit
With Troyes blinde Citizens, when shee fore-tolde
Troyes ruine: which succeeding, made her vse
This sacred Inclamation; God (said shee)
Would haue me vtter things vncredited:
For which now they approue what I presag'd;
They count me wise, that said before I rag'd.
Enter Challon with two Souldiers.
Chal.
Come Souldiers: you are downe-wards fit for lackies;
Giue me your Pieces, and take you these Coates,
To make you compleate foot-men: in whose formes
You must be compleate Souldiers: you two onely
Stand for our Armie.
1
That were much.
Chal.
Tis true,
You two must doe, or enter, what our Armie
Is now in field for.
2
I see then our guerdon
Must be the deede it selfe, twill be such honour:
Chal.
What fight Souldiers most for?
1
Honour onely.
Chal.
Yet here are crownes beside.
Ambo.
We thanke you Captaine.
2
Now sir, how show wee?
Chal.
As you should at all parts.
Goe now to Clermont D'Ambois, and informe him,
Two Battailes are set ready in his honour,
And stay his presence onely for their signall,
When they shall ioyne: and that t'attend him hither,
Like one wee so much honour, wee haue sent him
1
Vs two in person.
Chal.
Well sir, say it so.
Fall in with him, saluting, get you both
Of one side of his horse, and plucke him downe,
And I with th'ambush laid, will second you.
1
Nay, we shall lay on hands of too much strength
To neede your secondings.
2
I hope, we shall.
Two are enough to encounter Hercules.
Chal.
Tis well said worthy Souldiers: hast, and hast him.
Enter Clermont, Maillard close following him.
Cler.
My Scotch horse to their Armie.
Mail.
Please you sir?
Cler.
Sdeath you're passing diligent.
Mail.
Of my soule
Tis onely in my loue to honour you
With what would grace the King: but since I see
You still sustaine a iealous eye on mee,
Ile goe before.
Cler.
Tis well; Ile come; my hand.
Mail.
Your hand sir? Come, your word, your choise be vs'd.
Exit.
Clermont solus.
Cler.
I had an auersation to this voyage,
When first my Brother mou'd it; and haue found
That natiue power in me was neuer vaine;
Yet now neglected it. I wonder much
At my inconstancie in these decrees,
I euery houre set downe to guide my life.
When Homer made Achilles passionate,
Wrathfull, reuengefull, and insatiate
In his affections; what man will denie,
He did compose it all of industrie,
To let men see, that men of most renowne,
Strong'st, noblest, fairest, if they set not downe
Decrees within them, for disposing these,
Of Iudgement, Resolution, Vprightnesse,
And certaine knowledge, of their vse and ends
To their destruction; with all that they pris'd,
Then to the poorest, and the most despis'd.
Enter Renel.
Ren.
Why, how now friend? retir'd? take heede you proue not
Dismaid with this strange fortune: all obserue you.
Your gouernment's as much markt as the Kings,
What said a friend to Pompey?
Cler.
What?
Ren.
The people
Will neuer know, vnlesse in death thou trie,
That thou know'st how to beare aduersitie.
Cler.
I shall approue how vile I value feare
Of death at all times: but to be too rash,
Without both will and care to shunne the worst,
(It being in power to doe, well and with cheere)
Is stupid negligence, and worse then feare.
Ren.
Suppose this true now.
Cler.
No, I cannot doo't.
My sister truely said; there hung a taile
Of circumstance so blacke on that supposure,
That to sustaine it thus, abhorr'd our mettall.
And I can shunne it too, in spight of all:
Not going to field: and there to, being so mounted
As I will, since I goe.
Ren.
You will then goe?
Cler.
I am engag'd both in my word, and hand;
But this is it, that makes me thus retir'd,
To call my selfe t'account, how this affaire
Is to be manag'd if the worst should chance:
With which I note, how dangerous it is,
For any man to prease beyond the place,
To which his birth, or meanes, or knowledge ties him;
For my part, though of noble birth my birth-right
Had little lest it, and I know tis better
To liue with little; and to keepe within
A mans owne strength still, and in mans true end,
Any thing common: you can neuer finde
Things outward care, but you neglect your minde.
God hath the whole world perfect made and free;
His parts to th'vse of th'all; men then that are
Parts of that all, must as the generall sway
Of that importeth, willingly obay
In euery thing without their power to change.
Hee that vnpleas'd to hold his place, will range,
Can in no other be contain'd that's fit,
And so resisting th'All, is crusht with it.
But he that knowing how diuine a Frame
The whole world is: and of it all, can name
(Without selfe-flatterie) no part so diuine,
As hee himselfe; and therefore will confine
Freely, his whole powers, in his proper part,
Goes on most God-like. Hee that striues t'inuert
The Vniuersals course with his poore way,
Not onely dust-like shiuers with the sway,
But crossing God in his great worke; all earth
Beares not so cursed, and so damn'd a birth.
Ren.
Goe, on; Ile take no care what comes of you;
Heauen will not see it ill, how ere it show:
But the pretext to see these Battailes rang'd
Is much your honour.
Cler.
As the world esteemes it.
But to decide that; you make me remember
An accident of high and noble note,
And fits the subiect of my late discourse,
Of holding on our free and proper way.
I ouer-tooke, comming from Italie,
In Germanie, a great and famous Earle
Of England; the most goodly fashion'd man
I euer saw: from head to foote in forme
Rare, and most absolute; hee had a face
Like one of the most ancient honour'd Romanes,
From whence his noblest Familie was deriu'd;
He was beside of spirit passing great,
Spoke and writ sweetly, or of learned subiects,
Or of the discipline of publike weales;
And t'was the Earle of Oxford: and being offer'd
At that time, by Duke Cassimere, the view
Of his right royall Armie then in field;
Refus'd it, and no foote was mou'd, to stirre
Out of his owne free fore-determin'd course:
I wondring at it, askt for it his reason,
It being an offer so much for his honour.
Hee, all acknowledging, said, t'was not fit
To take those honours that one cannot quit.
Ren.
Twas answer'd like the man you haue describ'd.
Cler.
And yet he cast it onely in the way,
To stay and serue the world. Nor did it fit
His owne true estimate how much it waigh'd,
For hee despis'd it; and esteem'd it freer
To keepe his owne way straight, and swore that hee
Had rather make away his whole estate
In things that crost the vulgar, then he would
Be frozen vp, stiffe, like a sir Iohn Smith
(His Countrey-man) in common Nobles fashions;
Affecting, as the end of Noblesse were
Those seruile obseruations.
Ren.
It was strange.
Cler.
O tis a vexing sight to see a man
Out of his way, stalke, proud as hee were in;
Out of his way to be officious,
Obseruant, wary, serious, and graue,
Fearefull, and passionate, insulting, raging,
Labour with iron Flailes, to thresh downe feathers
Flitting in ayre.
Ren.
What one considers this,
Of all that are thus out? or once endeuours,
Erring to enter, on mans Right-hand path?
Cler.
These are too graue for braue wits: giue them toyes,
Labour bestow'd on these is harsh and thriftlesse.
If you would Consull be (sayes one) of Rome,
Euery way whisking; gloryfying Plebeians,
Kissing Patricians hands, Rot at their dores;
Speake and doe basely; euery day bestow
Gifts and obseruance vpon one or other:
And what's th'euent of all? Twelue Rods before thee,
Three or foure times sit for the whole Tribunall.
Exhibite Circean Games; make publike feasts,
And for these idle outward things (sayes he)
Would'st thou lay on such cost, toile, spend thy spirits.
And to be voide of perturbation
For constancie: sleepe when thou would'st haue sleepe,
Wake when thou would'st wake, feare nought, vexe for nought,
No paines wilt thou bestow? no cost? no thought?
Ren.
What should I say? as good consort with you,
As with an Angell: I could heare you euer.
Cler.
Well; in, my Lord, and spend time with my Sister;
And keepe her from the field with all endeauour;
The Souldiers loue her so; and shee so madly
Would take my apprehension, if it chance,
That bloud would flow in riuers.
Ren.
Heauen forbid;
And all with honour your arriuall speede.
Exit.
Enter Messenger with two Souldiers like Lackies.
Mess.
Here are two Lackies sir, haue message to you.
Cler.
What is your message? and from whom, my friends?
1
From the Lieutenant Colonell, and the Captaines,
Who sent vs to informe you, that the Battailes
Stand ready rang'd, expecting but your presence,
To be their honor'd signall when to ioyne,
And we are charg'd to runne by, and attend you.
Cler.
I come. I pray you see my running horse
Brought to the backe-gate to mee.
Mess.
Instantly.
Exit Mess.
Cler.
Chance what can chance mee; well or ill is equall
In my acceptance, since I ioy in neyther;
But goe with sway of all the world together.
To mee alike are; I am fixt, be shee
Neuer so fickle; and will there repose,
Farre past the reach of any Dye she throwes.
Ex. cum Pediss.
Finis Actus tertij.
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