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Scen. 3.
Celerinus, Orestes, Sisterus, Burnomoy.Cele.
It is decreed, the businesse pursues the cause.
Orest.
My Leige, the post of quick known news
Did come, not knowing your Majesties
Privy Chamber, to my hands, he being
Accompanied with many conditions
Of King Aberdens will, and the fuel
That now maintains the quarrell betwixt us
And him, sent to your Highnesse presence,
Did leave then to your best times consideration:
Are they now present?
Orest.
They are, my Liege.
Cele.
Read them, I'le attend.
Orest.
Aberdens Conditions of this waging War, sent from Bruzantia to Celerinus, King of Numenia.
Since all the Regions
Under Northern Pole,
Stretch forth their
Distance as far as they can,
Doth do obedience, (not
One doth condole)
Unto the Country and
Bruzantia's man.
Send yearly tribute,
And their dayly vowes
Unto their Gods to
Prosper our successe.
That by the clamour of
Their open mouthes,
We have a musick that
Beyond all blesse.
It is the purpose and
The onely care
Of great Aberden to
Have you do so;
And that hereafter
You do not dispaire
To do the like, and to
His presence owe.
If you refuse, his ships
Are all rig'd for
The Ocean waves, and by
A prosperous gale;
To sally out and come
Unto your shoar,
Before you think his
Ships be put to sale;
Therefore consider, take
Regard your cause, to
Whom it should then bend,
Do not then naver, follow
Streight a line.
To have Aberden either
Foe or Friend:
Sist.
Put it up, its read, inclose the lines,
A bold design to such a powerfull name.
Cele.
His usurping grace strives too too high,
Who swels with blood of lost innocent ones,
Which will by vacuation prove a gall,
He cannot carry manhood for a praise
Of Warlike courage as the free-born souls
For country, good, and health, without more time,
My mind is fixt, no other fancy takes
My genius, but send a daring challenge
To his will.
Bur.
It is right, dread Soveraign,
My never tyr'd yet hand shall bring with it
Vermillian hue, when 'se're return, and I,
As long as strength doth give its aid,
Withstand their bold attempt.
Orest.
My mind by looks did so much answer him,
They were so fixt by fury in my brow.
I slight his threatning lines with spitting fume,
We can set envy up as well as he,
Upon a banner tost, and make him know
'Twas rash without a Councell chose,
Thus answers him, Orestes.
Sist.
The Chaos was my Mother, so to Chaos
Will return, e're I be thought base in a
Pedigree, my mind stands to their will.
Celer.
So,
Hector by way ne'r gain'd such fame, as we,
By this dread undertaking; but before
We force a Camp, I shall ingagement bring
Upon your souls, that you a solemn vow,
By this my signature of all Numenia,
To stand your colours, as long as flesh or
Nature in, and fight for him, (my selfe the
Meaning is) as breath hath interal passage,
And then postreme, to kill who's e're you take;
See that you do confirm.
Omnes.
Long live Celerinus King.
[They bow and kiss the Signature on his hand.
Celer.
Well said, brave noble souls,
But before we for leagure do provide,
We'l know our Generals will and Captains too,
So Burnomoy bring them then into presence,
[Exit Burn.
And things right managed with a discreet will,
Brings good well hap, and very seldom ill;
For if the case be plain, and take no heed,
Oft ruin comes by that same bad misdeed.
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