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Scen. 4.
Quermero.Quer.
I am here, I am here.
Aberd.
Well, what art thou?
Que.
A Gentleman of quality, as good as your self.
Aber.
Why, I am a King.
Quer.
Well, so am I, sause-box.
Aber.
My Lords, conduct the knave to prison, and
Prepare a lash to execute its office.
Quer.
Oh las, you will; I'le try your force:
[They carry Quer. out, and he struggles mightily with them.
How, how—how—let go your hold.
Aber.
The slaves and bondmen, which have wrought a
Councell, to digg the works of War, as the
Pioneers do raggifie the walls:
And they who use to toyl in labyrinth,
And founders of their folly, are prisoners
To your pick-axe; Hospitalls doth crave my
Aid, and Eunuchs make a market for
My home return; so force pleading my will,
I leave you with my Serpents and my foes,
As emblems to my valour and my state,
Use discretion as time doth interview,
And appoint a season to your sport;
For I must dismiss your rank.
Ex. Aberd.
Adr.
My King, a happy repose unto your soul;
Who attends there?
Bellerrio, Lerenica, Histerica, and attendants.
Adr.
The passage of a drowsie pomp withdrew
A door of breathing betwixt the ark of store,
Of hidden vowes, shewing the pride of fortune
In a chance, ravishing the beauty of a
Monsters hide, and stuck a stage of desire,
To harbour the fancy of a dreadfull sign,
To spill the blood of captives; Lerenica,
You'l screek and vanish with the dame of fear;
But I'le repulse that guide that titles it,
I'le shift such Robes fit for such enterprise.
Exit Adre.
Holl.
Madam, I'le improve my reverend service,
To see the same fulfill'd.
Ler.
The soveraign balm for fear, must be a heart
Void of a sensuall cause; but I'le attend
To see the genius of all mortall souls,
Wear the sad Cypress of a gloomy day.
Bell.
Lerenica, your servant, will wait your time.
Orest.
Spare us, and let us speak before we dye.
Holl.
Give them time to breathe their last farewell.
Orest.
The stroke's a Basilick, the fight doth kill,
Confirms a death by venom of its raze;
Perfidious creature, more degenerate Fate.
Steeping his aspects in foul Lethe's streams:
So Adrenimia by her cursed hand.
But fury bids defiance to those guiles,
My time doth shew by prospect now full old,
Tossing my senses by grim horror's waves;
So noble Prince confirm to future time,
And to posterity I dye a Man,
A prop of th'Country, the Numenia:
So by a swifter motion life surviews
The dregs of mortalls to the prime of things:
My appetite is fresht by gizard of a cause,
To view the spirits of transcendent Kings,
Great Jove, who weighs the ponder of this ball,
Make creatures Angels in Numenia's Land,
To stand the stratagems of forrain foes;
Brazen their souls to yield to no deceits;
(Oh, death makes my senses fly)
And dare Aberden rule great Celerinus?
Suffer the primum mobile to rest,
Which rules the sphere according to their Orbs,
Consume the highest Region, and drive down
The splendent lights, but at length I must die;
Desist thy talk, thy Candle waxeth dim,
And onely such is left to see death grim.
Sist.
The smoaky mists bids light adieu, with her
Obscure cloak; then suffer a dolefull sound
To eccho my spirits with an Ebian cry:
These new found novelties unto my soul!
So hymns of Elegies please a parting close,
Rack I must suffer for my King and Land.
Well, 'tis my duty, my breath's bound thereto,
Onely a faculty's left to close a hymn, to
Spend all its bounds to eternize your fame,
Inform, some Goddess, where I shall begin
To make a prayer according to the time:
Brave valiant soul, Burgargo, I'le relate,
Because thy death, my pain doth propagate,
Thy sacred shrine directed, journey sweet
In leaving us, bids mine go to and sleep;
The griefs doth punish, consume the fountain
Of my weak vitall spirits, and the main,
A frustrous case bids anger play her part,
And aim at nothing but my wounded heart;
My life is trouble, but my death gives ease,
So Jaylemen, Keepers, take us when you please.
Attend.
We are ready in our office.
Holl.
Procure them to the Queen her grace,
I'le stay a season, but I'l follow straight.
[Exeunt omnnes præter, Hollarro, Bellerrio, and Lerenica, and Histerica; and while Beller, and Lerenica discourse, Hollarro walketh on one side of the Stage viewing Lerenica.
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