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Scena XIIII.
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Scena XIIII.
Enter to them Audax and Irato, at length Malevolo secretly.Pleases your highnesse to decide by choice,
Or leave it to our Swords, who shall be General?
Fan.
Then I am bound to honour one of them
For their good service. Bloodhounds, have ye murder'd
One worth you both? and dare to ask reward
Of me? of me so wrong'd? So both will joine
In mutual revenge, and fall together,
Fight for't.
Ir.
Fond Queen, what if our rage proceed,
To hew Sir Amorous for telling this,
You for distasting? all will be but humour.
Au.
Then give us not occasion to proceed.
Fan.
Proceed, I pray you, do. Lo, here's my breast.
Tent it; to finde the greife which I conceive
For Livebys Death, and your more horrid Lives.
What, have ye surfeited with blood? good Amorous,
Do't thou, do't streight: what these refuse as Rebels,
Do as a Friend. Kill me, but kill me gently,
With some sad straine under this spreading Oake.
Am.
I hope 'twill ease not kill you. Sing of Venus.
(Musitian. Sings.
Once Venus cheekes that sham'd the morn
Their hue let fall;
Her lipps, that Winter had out born,
In June look'd pale:
Her heat grew cold, her nectar dry.
No juyce she had but in her eye,
The wonted fire and flames to mortifie.
When was this so dismal sight?
When Adonis bad good night.
(Ex. Mus.
Fan.
The same which turn'd her beauty, turns my Fancy,
Alas poor Liveby.—What dee mean to thrust?
Fie what a presse is here? stand off; for I
Am but a Cloud: your Elbowes peirce me through;
Your hot and angry breaths will streight dissolve me.
(Enter Malevolo secretly.
And I shall crack into a showre of Teares.
Am.
Alas she's crak'd indeed, the Queen's distemper'd.
Fan.
Do you not see, and hear a Lamb there bleating?
Pray kill him not, he bears the head of Liveby.
Au.
In a mad world what use of place? what businesse?
Ir.
Now had I any anger left, I'd shred
That Fidler into Atomes.
Au.
O, I'm struck
(Plague on Malevolo that sets us on!)
I'm struck at heart with leaden heavinesse!
Ir.
I feele my veines now curdled; what successe
But Horror of this Fact?
Mal.
I see and hear
(Ex. Ir. & Au.
Enough to grate me. O that plotts well laid
(Ex. Mal.
Should thus be dash'd and foyld.—
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