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Enter the Tirant agen at a farder dore, which opened, bringes hym to the Toombe wher the Lady lies buried; The Toombe here discouered ritchly set forthe;
Tyr.
Softlie, softlie
lets giue this place, the peace that it requires
the vaultes een chide our stepps wt h murmering sownds
for making bould so late,—it must be donne

1 Sold.
I feare nothinge but the whoorish ghost of a queane,
I kept once, she swore she would so haunt me I should
neuer praie in quiet for her, and I haue kept my self
from Churche this fiftene yeare to prevent her,

Ty.
the monument wooes me, I must rvnne and kisse it,
now trust me if the teares do not een stand
vpon the marble, what slowe springes haue I?
twas weepinge to it self before I came,
how pittie strikes een throughe inscensible thinges
and makes them shame our dullnes;
Thow howse of scilence, and the Calmes of rest
after tempestious life, I clayme of thee
a mistres one of the most beautious sleepers
that euer laye so colde, not yet due to thee
by naturall death, but cruellie forc't hether
many a [faire] yeare before the world could spare her;
we misse her mongst the glories of our Courte
when they be numbred vp; All thy still strength
thow grey-eyde Monument shall not keep her from vs;
Strike villaine, thoe the eccho raile vs all
into ridiculous deafnes; pierce the Iawes
of this cold ponderous creature

2 Sold.
Sir

Tyr.
why strikst thow not

2 Sold.
I shall not hold the axe fast Im'e afrayd Sr .

Tyr.
o shame of men, a soldier, and so [limber?]/[FEARFFULL?]

2 Sold
tis owt of my elament to be in a churche sir
giue me the open field and turne me loose sir,

Tyr
true, then thow hast roome ynoughe to run awaie
take thow the Axe from him

1 Sold.
I beseech yor grace
twill come to a worse hand, youle finde vs all
of one mynde for the church I can assure you sir,

Tyr.
nor thow?

3 Sold.
I loue not to disquiet ghostes
of any people lyving, [thats my humour sir ]

Tyr.
o slaues of one opinion, giue mee't from thee
thow man made out of Fear

2 Sold.
by my faithe
Ime glad I'me rid on't,—I that was nere before in Cathedrall
and haue the battring of a ladies tombe
ly hard vpon my conscience at first comynge
I should get much by that; it shalbe a worninge to me
ile nere come here agen;

Tyr.
no, wilt not yeild?
art thow so loath to part from her?

1 Sold.
[life] what meanes he
has he no feeling wt h him, by this light if I be not afraide
to staie any longer, Ime a [Stone Cutter] UILLAYN, very feare will
goe ny to turne me of some religion or other, and so make me
forfeit my lieftennantship.

Tyr.
o haue we got the mastrie helpe you vassailes
freeze you in idlenes and can see vs sweat

2 Sold
we sweat wt h feare as much as worke can make vs

Tyr.
remoue the stone that I maie see my mistres,
setto yor handes you villaines, and that nymblie
or the same Ax shall make you all flie open

All.
o good my lord

Tyr.
I must not be delaid

1 Sol.
this is ten thowsand tymes worse then entring vpon a Breach
tis the first stone that euer I took of
from any ladie, marrie I haue brought em manie
faire diamondes, Saphires, Rubies;

Tyr.
o blest obiect
I neuer shalbe weary to behold thee
I cold eternallie stand thus and see thee,
why tis not possible death should looke so faire,
life is not more illustrious when health smiles on't,
shees only pale, the coloure of the Courte
and most attractiue, mistresses most striue for't
and their lascyvious servauntes best affect it,
[wher be thease lazie handes agen?]/[LAY TO YOR HANDS AGEN]

All.
my lord.

Tyr.
take vp her bodie

1 Sol.
how my lord

Tyr.
her bodie?

1 Sol.
shees dead my lord

Tyr.
true, if she were aliue
such slaues as you should not come neer to touch her,
doote and wt h all best reverence, place her here

1 Sol.
not only sir wt h reverence, but wt h feare
you shall haue more then yor owne asking once,
I am afraid of nothinge but sheele rise
at the first Iogg and saue vs all a labour

2 Sol.
then we were best take her vp, and neuer touch her?

1 Sol.
[life,] how can that be, does feare make thee mad
I'ue tooke vp many a woman in my daies
but neuer wt h less pleasure I protest

Tyr
o the moone rises; what reflection
is throwne about this sanctified buildinge
een in a twincklinge, how the monuments glister
as if Deathes pallaces were all massie syluer
and scornd the name of marble, art thow cowld?
I haue no faith in't yet I belieue none,
madame; tis I sweet ladie, pry thee speake
tis thy loue calles on thee, thy king thy servaunt,
No not a word, all prisoners to pale scilence,
ile proue a kisse.

1 Sold
heres fine chill venerie
twould make a pandars heeles ake, Ile be sworne
all my teeth chatter in my head to seet

Tyrant
[Bi'th masse] thow'rt colde indeed, beshrew thee for't,
vnkinde to thine owne blood? heard hearted ladie,
what iniurie hast thow offerd to the youthe
and pleasure of thy daies refuse the Courte
and steale to this hard lodginge, was that wisdome?
o I could chide thee wt h myne eye brym full;
and weep out my forgiuenes when I ha donne,
nothing hurt thee but want of womans Councell,
hadst thow but askt th'opynion of [most]/[MANY] ladies
thowd'st neuer come to this they would haue told thee
how deere a treasure life and youth had bin,
tis that they feare to loose, the verie name
can make more gawdie tremblers in a mynute
then Heauen, or Syn, or hell, those are last thought on,
And wher gotst thow such boldnes from the rest
of all thy tymerous Sex, to doo a deed here
vpon thy self, would plunge the worldes best soldier
and make him twice bethinck him, and agen
and yet giue ouer: Since thy life has left me
ile claspe the bodie for the spirrit that dwelt in't
and loue the howse still for the mistris sake,
Thow art myne now spight of distruction
and Gouianus; and I will possess thee
I once read of a Herod whose affection
pursued a virgins loue, as I did thine
whoe for the hate she owd him kilde her self
(as thow to rashlie didst,) wt hout all pittie:
yet he preserud her bodie dead in honie
and kept her longe after her funerall:
but ile vnlock the treasure howse of arte
wt h keys of gould and bestowe all on thee;
here slaues receiue her humbly from our armes,
vpon your knees you villaines, alls to litle
if you should sweep the pauement wt h yor lippes

1 Sold
what straunge Broomes he inventes,

Ty.
so reuerentlie
beare her before vs gentlie to our pallace
place you the stone agen wher first we found it,

Exiunt Manet I Sol.
1 Sol.
[life,] must this on now to deceaue all Com̄ers
and couer emptines; tis for all the world
like a great Cittie-Pye brought to a table
wher ther be many handes that laie about
the liddes shutt close when all the meates pickt out,
yet standes to make a showe and cozen people—

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