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Scen. 5.

Aberden, Hollarro.
Aber.
Dismiss that faculty.

Holl.
Forbear, I cannot My Leige.

Aber.
Oh strange, that pale Eos should feed the Tweed,
Shouting such murdering cryes unto th'Altar,
(Steeping its sound in poyson of a rage)
Of all victorious souls, your own fame
Strives at a higher glory, then one fair,
It is a painted hieu that Ladies use,
To put fine art before true plain Nature,
Though you feel a pain, 'tis onely love,
A foggy wrath ascends, when bright Sol mounts
Swift Pyrosus; play no more upon faire,
Let worth surmount the Towers of its foul mask,
That influence cannot strike such unheard blows,
As make your soul fly to dispair for help.

Holl.
Oh Lerenica, Lerenica, thou, thou.

[beats his breast.
Aber.
Of future joy the Monarchs of the world
Will sprinkle the notes of such a vain design;
Phæbus will make the heavenly Diamonds
Strike rays to shew the folly of your will;
She is not worth a glimmering spark of stone,
Much lesse your Princely Bed; Hollarro, chuse
One that is deserving, and my will shall
Not be against.

Holl.
The Tartarian Prince is gone to forrain soyls
With other strange Hecatombs of all men;
The Captain of my soul must follow them,
If your Princely grace deny my full request;
Could I sound sweeter then the Delian Dames,
When the tall Cedars by my force did fall,
Having more fame then the Ephesian Towers:
At that same instant, by the stately steps
Of manhood, valour; and not this requests
'Tis true, she's fair, her virtues second it,
Which is the pinnacle of ambition I aim at,
For means are dregs of th'earth, her person shews
Her parts, Princes must have their liking;
Not combind to objects of honour.

Aber.
The Audacious pines do not stand without fear,
Nor doth your valour without trying it,
Therefore that blind and senselesse Boy must take
His bow, leave you his Arrows to supply his place,
The madding waves of love, strives against stream
Of reason, bringing contempt and disgrace
To noble spirits, their smiles are smoothly
Carried to delude the Olive-branch of hope;
Therefore take one that is of noble blood,
And follow discretion as your will doth guide
Your disposition.

Holl.
The sayls of hope is turn'd to leaden plumbs,
Because you plead still for a worthier one,
Though it might be said, 'tis my fortune so,
To mix with flashes of both fear and hope:
Yet when my restelsse Navy comes to shore,
That same coaste must give my sentence then,
So as I sayl by rudder of sweet love;
I hope the Magistrate of your affection
Will give a glad mittimus to my soul;
For if contrariety plead at the bar,
Having its tryall to win over-throw.
That deadly sentence must close up my breath,
And make me fear neither Heaven, Sea, nor wind,
Therefore deny and kill; Oh, oh—

[Sighs.
Aber.
Strange to a common sense: reason then with
Your selfe, she is a woman nought but flesh
And bone, and a meer gall of bitternesse;
You know your Mother well, her savagenesse,
To brew her hands in teppid blood of foes,
And you thus stand in a disposition
Contrary to her heart; I wounder at
That unnaturall sympathy, but e're
You dispair, make choyce and venture there,
Where sense doth guide your fancy, but for
All, she is too low your birth.

Enter Quermero in chains, naked from the shoulders upwards, and Jalors after him.
Quer.
Oh my back, oh my belly, oh my sides.

Jayl. 1.
Oh your breech, sirra, come away.

Quer.
Oh prethee spare me, give me time to breathe.
That I may have wind to cry withall, oh, oh, oh.

Jayl. 2.
Ha, ha, ha, what, do you feel it then,
You must not be so bold.

Qu.
What, as to cry; I will cry, if the King were here.

Jayl. 3.
But you shall not cry long.

Quer.
Oh bless thee, bless thee, shall I not cry long?
Nay then I'l bid the gentle whip, come, come.

Exe. Quer. & Jayl.
Holl.
The civill pleasures that a dewy shower
Doth gratifie the earth withall, cannot
Be express'd; so your reply trebles my joy.

Aber.
Float no more with Deities of fear,
But take the Empire of all hope and force;
Grief leads no more vain anger as a sign
Of wrath, and ill-disposed manners; haste
To the Rock of mirth, make splinters fly
To be attendants on your Majesty.
Thou hast been valiant, no report shall go,
Thou art dismayed by a woman foe;
Pursue your course, as you have then begun.

Holl.
I will my Leige, long live your Majesty.

Exeunt.