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Scœn. 4.

Lvcilla, Hyrvdo, Lesbia.
The King my brother? No, my brother clowne,
Malitious coxcombe, peeuish Spartan-foole;
Death brided? ô my torments!

Les.
Madam know,
He is contract already.

Lv.
To a whore?
The strumpet Fauorina?

Hy.
Hearke iust heauen!
She railes vpon a virgin, whose pure soule
Might giue example of true chastity
To her owne spotted, leprous infamy.

Les.
Now old Hyarchus laughes.

Lv.
Her father: yes:
A rotten Magistrate, who may thanke warme clothes,
Caudels and physicke for each rising Sunne,
Which he poore man is made partaker of,
His daughter must be married to the King:
So, I, degraded must acknowledge one
Aboue vs in our female properties.
Be boundlesse my exclaimes, and terrible;
(Curses) assemble your offensiue rage,
And helpe a womans fury to disgorge
The poyson of her stomacke, in the face
Of a most spightfull brother, whose designe
Is vnto me a purge so laxatiue,
As my vnable body will be spent
With bitter execrations; ô I feele
The storme of vengeance wrestle in my bloud,
Tempting my soule to bee more great then good.
O may the horror of some fatall knife,
Finish the blessings of my brothers wife.
May she liue loath'd, or neuer may she liue,
Till heauens vnto my happinesse shall giue
A freedom, to insult and tyrannize,
Vpon that impious whore, that Cockatrize.
O may new mischiefe tread vpon the heeles
Of terrour, to affront the ioy she feeles.
Let some infernall Negromanticke charme,
Change their expected happinesse to harme.
Let many clouds salute their nuptiall morne;
With omenons affrights in way of scorne.
The height of mischife makes my sorrow sound,
As Opo-balsum doth a bleeding wound.

Hy.
O the rude licence of a womans rage,
Who her malignant discords can presage?
So, let her vanish, and her gall vnmaske,
Till wee accomplish our appointed taske.