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SCENE II.
Enter King and Menaphon.King.
O Menaphon, thou'st set me on the wrack;
What! an Appointment, O my tortur'd Soul,
If that the Center now this very moment,
Labour'd to bring forth Earthquakes, and Hell open'd
Her wide stretch'd Jaws, and let out all her furies,
I'de rather stand the shock, the bruut of all,
Then but to think 'tis true that thou hast told me.
Men.
My Leige, shou'd I not be a desperate mad man,
To tell you this, were I not Certain on't;
By Heav'n I heard the dark Appointment made,
Nay more this very hour saw him go,
To'th Queens Apartment.
King.
O Perfidious Monster.
But hast away, shew me the Scene of Lust,
Let me behold her dallying in his Arms,
That I may shoot with swifter fate upon 'em,
Then the Keen'st Bolt in all the Forge of Heav'n.
Men.
My Leige I will, but yet 'twere requisite
Her Brother were a witness of her shame;
And for the greatest Plague to Ithocles,
Let his Marcelia too be a Spectator.
King.
It shall be so, send speedily away,
And bid 'em meet me in the Queens Apartment.
Men.
Who waits? Nearchus.
Enter Nearchus.
Near.
My Lord.
Men.
Away,
Hast to Marcelia, and to Meleander.
And bid 'em instantly attend the King,
He'le be i'th' Queens Apartment.
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Nearchus,
Here take my signet, and release Marcelia,
And bid 'em not to make a moments stay—
[Ex. Near.
Men.
Come Sir, now you shall find how true I love you,
Now you shall see the care of your poor Servant:
With how much pains h'as watcht these brooding Monsters,
And how at last h'as ta'ne 'em in the toil.
King.
Light'ning and Earthquakes, Horrour and despair,
O the high Billows of my Stormy Soul!
If it be so, Mark, mark me Menaphon,
No Lybian Lyons rob'd of her young,
Rowzes her self more fiercely from her Den,
Then I will do to crush this pair of Vipers.
O thou sha't see with what a brave Revenge,
I'le tear the heart from the Adulteress,
And make the blood of the false Scorpion cure me.
Men.
'Twill be but Justice for to wrong a King,
O Heav'n defend me, it is so damn'd a Crime,
That Hell it self before ne're bred a Feind,
Cou'd entertain a thought so infamous:
But Sir, the time draws near, will you away?
King.
Yes I will go:
With Light'ning in my eyes, in my heart Vengeance.
Exeunt Omnes.
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