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Scen. 6.
Hollarro.Hol.
A Conquest lost for want of obedience;
That superstitious terrour, which with
Bears, and hangs its Flag, a sign of true
Discretion, as making votes, sole
Recreation in nought but prayer,
And offering sacrifice, still stands in
Behoving power, imploring the aid of
Sublime Gods or Deities, a decree,
Not challeng'd by a right, thou let us laud
Them according to their deserts, we shall receive
Pledges of felicity, and cancell out
Our black transgressions; thus should it, none
In exchange betwixt, them and us, for what
Ascends when we descend, three-fold descends
Again when we ascend; this same it will,
By graduation, form a ladder passing
From the celestiall quier to the terrestiall ball:
And now nere want pleaded more her
Cause than at this present; my care shall
Be to see it fulfill'd, yet my Mother Queen
Stayes out her time, my duty shall wait
Leasure of her coming.
Adrenimia, sola.
Adr.
Well, Prince Hollarro, I see you are not perverse
You wait my leasure, I'l recompence,
My ears hang at your tongue by a symphaticall
Attention, striving with priority, who to
Super-excede; the tenor by your voyce will give
The Victory, what answere King Aberden?
Hol.
Most mighty Queen, my intreates did play
Their course as Fortune thought it fit,
Bent with a resolution not to return with
Fruitlesse answers, until thought possest
My tender judgement, they had gained
Anger from King Aberden; yet like a
Valorous Champion stood his ground, not
Flying at the first, but reply over the
Same again; but when the fury ended, mildnesse
Did deliver, he would conceal.
Adr.
What, not the head, the least request could be;
Her game, her recompence shall be the head;
What so e're her prey be, he would conceal, O
If King would favour me, with majesty
Of his great presence I'uld know the reason why.
Hol.
Great Princess, I'l see.
Exit. Hol.
Adr.
So go thy way.
Aberden, Hollarro, Yernomoy, Fafrisius, Buzaraine, and Nevermo.
Aber.
Adrenimia, you sent for me, I know the cause,
Griefe still doth poyse the libra of my will,
By a just weight, the beam is leavel, but to
Whom give down (it's yet reserving power)
Is unknown, you plead for it, ten thousand
Pleads against; you are my Queen, all
Other are my subjects; you save my name,
The other save my life: to whom should it
Give down? pray Lords aid you me in't;
She pleads for head of those that captive be,
The request is small, though much denyed by me;
Are you content? then I shall notwithstand;
Do you deny? then I will leave the Land.
Hol.
Your Majesty Astrea yet much courts,
She with her grasped hand, and severe looks,
With scale and sword makes in your mind her
Sphere, yet will it enter into the hearts
Of your subjects, and deem t'the clemency of a King,
Grant it the Queen, great Soveraign.
Yer.
The Prince answers for all.
Abe.
Are you so all agreed?
Yer., Faf., Buz., Ne.
We are all, brave King.
Hol.
The game is up.
Aber.
My Queen, the onely will of him, who ever was
Thy sole refuge, doth grant with fervency,
The subjects heads that taken are by us;
They are thy ransome, take you them when you please;
Dancing levalto, my courage not refuse,
To do the same, thy pleasure wills to chuse;
Therefore, brave Princess, this thy self-design
Shall be a virtue, not in least a crime;
So take it freely, take it as a bliss,
[He kisseth the Queen.
Before my subjects, confirm it with a kisse.
Omnes,
Continuance long we wish.
Adre.
My King, my Monarch, what can I term thee lesse,
In granting thy poor Queen a happy bliss?
I thank thy high and mighty power for it,
Thy subjects too, I'le frame a thing what's fit,
Or best becoming all the tedious sense,
Of your blest wills for this your kind presence.
Exeunt.
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