Lusts Dominion Lusts Dominion ; or, the Lascivious Queen. A Tragedie |
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Scena. IV.
Enter Cardinall, Queen Mother. Souldiers, drums, and colours.Queen Mo.
By all those sighs which thou (like passionate tunes)
Hast often to my dull ears offered,
By all thy hopes to injoy my roial Bed;
By all those mourning lines which thou hast sent,
Weeping in black to tell thy languishment:
By loves best richest treasure, which I swear,
I wil bestow, and which none else shal wear,
As the most prised Jewell, but thy selfe,
By that bright fire which flaming through thine eyes;
From thy love scorched bosom does arise.
I do conjure thee, let no churlish sound,
With wars lewd horror my desires confound;
Dear, dear Mendoza, thus I do intreat,
That stil thou would'st continue this retreat;
I'le hang upon thee till I hear thee say,
Woman prevail; or chiding, cri'st away.
Card.
Is there no trick in this, forg'd by the Moor?
I would the Moors damnation were the ransom,
Of all that innocent blood, that has been shed
In this black day; I care not for the Moor,
Love to my kingdoms peace makes me put on
This habit of a suppliant; shall I speed?
Card.
You shall, were it to have my bosom bleed:
I have no power to spare the Negroes head,
When I behold the wounds which his black hand
Has given mine honour: but when I look on you,
I have no power to hate him, since your breath
Disolves my frozen heart, being spent for him;
In you my life must drown it self or swim,
You have prevail'd: Drum swiftly hence? call back
Our fierce pursuing troops, that run to catch
The lawrel wreath of conquest: Let it stand
A while untouch'd by any souldiers hand.
Exit drum.
Away? stay you and guard us, where's the Moor?
I'le lose what I have got, a victors prize,
Yielding my self a prisoner to your eyes.
Mine eyes shall quickly grant you liberty,
The Moor stays my return, I'le put on wings,
And fetch him, to make peace belongs to Kings.
As she goes out, Enter Eleazar, Zarack, Baltazar, and souldiers well arm'd, at sight of each other all draw.
Card.
Souldiers call back the drum, wee are betraid.
Eleaz.
Moors stand upon your guard, avoid, look back.
Qu. Mo.
What means this jealousie? Mendoza, Moor,
Lay by your weapons, and imbrace the fight,
Of this, and this; begets suspition,
Eleazar by my birth, he coms in peace,
Mendoza by mine honour so coms he.
Car.
Discharge these souldiers then.
Eleaz.
And these.
Souldiers stand a loof.
Cardinall.
Away.
Eleazar.
Go.
Q. M.
Soul, rejoice to see this glorious day.
She joins them together, they imbrace.
Your virtues work this wonder: I have met,
At her most dear command, whats your desires?
Eleaz.
Peace and your honour'd arms: how loathingly
I sounded the alarums, witnesse heaven
'Twas not to strike your breast, but to let out,
The rank blood of ambition: That Philip
Makes you his ladder, and being climb'd so high
As he may reach a diadem, there you lie.
He's base begotten, that's his mothers sin.
Q. Mo.
God pardon it.
Eleaz.
I, amen, but he's a bastard,
And rather then I'le kneel to him, I'le saw
My leggs off by the thighs, because I'le stand
In spite of reverence: he's a bastard, he's,
And to beat down his usurpation,
I have thrown about this thunder, but Mendoza,
The people hate him for his birth,
He only leans on you, you are his pillar;
You gon, he walks on crutches, or else falls;
Then shrink from under him, are not they
Fools, that bearing others up themselves seem low,
Because they above sit high, why you do so.
'Tis true.
Qu. Mo.
Behold this error with fixt eies.
Card.
'Tis true, well.
Eleaz.
Oh! have you found it, have you smelt
The train of powder that must blow you up,
Up into air, what air? why this, a breath,
Look you, in this time may a King meet death;
An eye to't, check it, check it.
Card.
How?
Eleaz.
How! thus:
Steal from the heat of that incestuous blood,
Where ravisht honor, and Philippo lies;
Leave him, divide this huge and monstrous body
Of armed Spanyards into limbs thus big;
Part man from man, send every souldier home,
I'le do the like; Peace with an Olive branch
Shall flie with Dove-like wings about all Spain:
The crown which I as a good husband keep,
I will lay down upon the empty chair;
Marry you the Queen and fill it, for my part
These knees are yours, Sir.
Card.
Is this sound?
Eleaz.
From my heart.
If you prove false.
Eleaz.
If I do, let fire fall—
Card.
Amen.
Eleaz.
Upon thy head, and so it shall.
Card.
All of my self is yours; souldiers be gone.
Eleaz.
And that way you.
Card.
The rest I will divide:
The Lords shall be convented.
Eleaz.
Good.
Card.
Let's meet.
Qu. Mo.
Where.
Eleaz.
Here anon, this is thy winding-sheet.
Exit Cardinal.
The Moor walks up and down musing.
Qu. Mo.
What shape will this prodigious womb bring forth,
Which groans with such strange labour.
Eleaz.
Excellent.
Qu. Mo.
Why, Eleazar, art thou wrap't with joyes,
Or does thy sinking policy make to shore.
Eleaz.
Ha!
Qu. Mo.
Eleazar, mad man! hear'st thou Moor.
Eleaz.
Well, so; you turn my brains, you mar the face
Of my attempts i'th' making: for this chaos,
This lump of projects, ere it be lick't over,
Being but begot, and not got out, are like
Charg'd Cannons not discharg'd, they do no harm,
Nor good, true policy breeding in the brain
Is like a bar of Iron, whose ribs being broken,
And softned in the fire, you then may forge it
Into a sword to kill, or to a helmet, to defend life:
'Tis therefore wit to try
All fashions, ere you apparel villany;
But, but I ha suited him, fit, fit, Oh fit!
Qu. Mo.
How? prethee how?
Eleaz.
Why thus; yet no, let's hence,
My heart is nearest of my counsel, yet,
I scarce dare trust my heart with't, what I do,
It shall look old, the hour wherein 'tis born,
Wonders twice seen are garments overworn.
Exeunt.
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