 | Andronicus : A Tragedy, Impieties Long Successe, or Heavens Late Revenge |  |
SCENE. VII.
Enter Andronicus, and three servants, and a Lutanist.And.
Unfaithful Winds! and most perfidious Tyde?
Isachius hath brib'd you,
Thus to arrest me in my secret flight.
1. Ser.
The place is private, pray repose your Highness,
And seek a while to sleep.
And.
For twice seven nights,
Slumber hath been a stranger to these eyes.
2. Ser.
The justice of the Heavens, he that his foes
Eyes did put out, his own now cannot Close,
(Aside.
And.
Sing Lutanist.
Lut.
Song.
(He lyes down on the bed.
Come Somnus with thy Potent charms
And seize this captive in thy Arms,
And sweetly drop on every sense
Thy soul refreshing influence,
His sight, smell, hearing, touch and tast.
Unto the peace do thou bind fast,
On working brains at school all day.
At night thou dost bestow a play,
And troubled minds thou dost set free;
Thou makest both friends and foes agree.
All are alike who live by breath,
In thee and in thy brother death.
Hee's fast asleep.And seize this captive in thy Arms,
And sweetly drop on every sense
Thy soul refreshing influence,
His sight, smell, hearing, touch and tast.
Unto the peace do thou bind fast,
On working brains at school all day.
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And troubled minds thou dost set free;
Thou makest both friends and foes agree.
All are alike who live by breath,
In thee and in thy brother death.
3. Ser.
He sleeps with open eyes,
Then like the Lyon, that's his constant use.
And.
Was I a sleep? I'm glad 'twas but a dream,
(He starts from the bed.
Sure 'twas a vision I did plainly see,
The pale ghost of Alexius to the life.
With glowing Pincers he tormented me,
Whilst that Maria Cesarissa stitch't,
Hot burning needles through our painful sides:
Out of Lapardas eyes two streams did flow
Of blood, wherein I first did swim then sink.
And waking caught this pillow for the brink.
2. Ser.
Dreams are but fancies descant on the day.
And.
But look, look there, there's Alexius Ghost.
Staring with hollow eyes he nods at me,
Just o're the chair of state.
3. Ser.
There's nothing Sir,
And.
Now, now, now, hee's remov'd into the corner,
1. Ser.
'Tis Hectors picture wrought in the hangings,
And.
I say it is Alexius his Ghost.
2. Ser.
Your fancy Sir, of Mole-hills raises mountains.
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And.
What all turn'd Traytors? What gives Isachius,
Must each of you have a thousand Bezants.
How do ye find him? bountiful and noble?
3.
His heart is heavy, and his Tongue talks light,
[Enter Paleologus with souldiers and taketh Andronicus on his bed.
Pal.
Monster of mankind, and the spunge of blood,
Thou Goat of lust Tyger of cruelty,
Religions Ape, and envies Basillisk.
I will not in thy blood imbrue my hands,
Beasts shall kill thee, the many headed crue;
The people who did raise thee to the Crown,
As they did bring thee up shall throw thee down.
And.
My fall I hope shall Heavens honour raise,
By life or death I'le praise its justice.
[Exit.
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