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Scen. 5.
Adrenimia, Hollarro, with Attendants.Adre.
My soul runs wandring from its way,
Not knows its guide, till fortune by favours
Whip, lash the occasion forward, that they
May joyn their Forces by Sea or Land,
My hands want blood, that (by its natural heat)
Receive a quickning sense, my fury playes
Upon the strings of the Præcordium,
Which causeth a palsie in my hand, that
I could with ease disgest the wrong that's done,
If I should cause one of Aberdens friends
To use my Altar, his head upon my spear,
In the air to be an attom of delight,
It is a thing disgorge with me most sure,
I feel a weakning cause rise in my bones
Which can be deemed nought else, but want of blood,
Prethee Hollarro what, must still vacation,
A rust corrupt your souls and weapon too,
Resolve my quere, sure you are not bent
To raise perplexity to a Queen her will,
Blood, blood, still I will call.
Holl.
Great Adrenimia, the conditions which your King
Was pleased to make a War, expected answers
Are, when Post brings news, the tydings which you
Wait leasure on, unto my Fathers Court,
No sooner arrival shall take its abode,
But with a fiery look and watry eyes,
Bring to your Highnesse those same prodigies
Which lurk betwixt affection and defraud,
Your pleasure wills to crave that harsh design,
Like Ebian wood, whose colour cannot be
Changed to a whitish hue, no more can your
Intreaty turn its black melanchollious
Humour to a white waterish flegmatick
Cause; my spirits raise ambition in my
Veins, that such who works against natures will,
Receives no free permission there to lay
Its store for that same matter which you crave;
But if a War go on with immarchlesse forces,
My father's such a man (your Husband, Aberden)
Stands to a word, though mentioned long before,
To let those captive subjects, which by lot
Caught in the gins of our free-born like souls
Of Amazons, ne'r yeeld field to any,
Either foe or friend, to lesse or many.
Adr.
What, is it so? what, is it so? still Hollarro stand against
That same cannary bird, what's e're it be,
Sings such a note with pains repining forth,
Such unagreeing discord, and unhandsome
His tongue, a slit or gash about his neck,
Make him sing sweeter changes then those same;
Hollarro take care, look not to untwist
Those arms of great Aberden and his Queen.
He granted me, you stand in opposition;
Talk more with silent counsell, then to th'face
Of a Queens power, condemn it a disgrace
That she takes pleasure in, it's blood that I
Crave of my King, untill the day I dye,
If none can have from forraign Countries then,
Constrain'd I must take then our innocent men,
Your part shall not scape free, if you do not
Go to the Wars, the next will be your lot,
Therefore blow up those fires that almost dye
In your stout Souldier, that perpetually
They may bring home great spoils unto the Queen,
As captives, bracelets, all what my youth hath seen:
See, see, you do, do so, dispatch the cause,
Or else in this Land I will bring new Lawes.
Hol.
Your will's a Law, great Madam, to my force,
I shall not be him that withstands your losse;
The frigid Zone ne'r new the Icie way,
Or tract her course more plainer then doth I,
In your bright Horizon, the sphere of hope
Wherein my restlesse will doth make her Orb.
While Titan drives four prauncing Horses,
That needs neither whip nor bridle; so move I
To please the tender affection of your
Princely grace; take not in least in heart
My bad attempt, which flyes by the swift wings
of ignorance, guided by staffe of folly,
Ranging within the bowers of restlesse will,
Seeking the corners of vain bad designs,
Still let them fly for refuge to your grace,
Let them there take their most reserving place.
Adre.
You are most hollow-hearted, while you see
No good there is in gaining, what your will
Hath minde to work its force, you then detard
Most fatigated in that, what your purpose was,
Holl.
I,
Stand submissive as becomes your Son,
And wait your royal Person.
Exeunt.
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