to make them last and gard them When a disorder'd sparke that powder taking Blowes vp with sudden violence and horror Ships that kept emptie had sail'd long with terror Gui. He that obserues but like a worldly man That which doth oft succeede and by th' euents Values the worth of things will thinke it true That nature workes at randome iust with you But with as much decorum she may make A thing that from the feete vp to the throat Hath all the wondrous fabrike man should haue And leaue it headlesse for an absolute man As giue a whole man valour vertue learning Without an end more excellent than those On whom she no such worthie part bestowes Mons. Why you shall see it here here will be one Yoong learned valiant vertuous and full mand One on whom Nature spent so rich a hand That with an ominous eie she wept to see So much consum'd her vertuous treasurie Yet as the windes sing through a hollow tree And since it lets them passe through let it stand But a tree solid since it giues no way To their wilde rages they rend vp by th' roote So this full creature now shall reele and fall Before the franticke pufs of purblinde chance That pipes thorow emptie men and makes them dance Not so the Sea raues on the Lybian sandes Tumbling her billowes in each others necke Not so the surges of the euxine Sea Neere to the frostie Pole where free Bootes From those darke-deepe waues turns his radiant Teame Swell being enrag'd euen from their inmost drop As Fortune swings about the restlesse state Of vertue now throwne into all mens hate Intrat vmbra Comolet to the Countesse wrapt in a Canapie Reuiue those stupid thoughts and sit not thus Gathering the horrors of your seruants slaughter So vrg'd by your hand and so imminent Into an idle fancie but deuise How to preuent it watch when he shall rise And with a sudden outcrie of his murther Blow his retreat before he be engag'd Count O father haue my dumbe woes wak'd your death When will our humane griefes be at their height Man is a tree that hath no toppe in cares No roote in comforts all his power to liue Is giuen to no end but t' haue power to grieue Vmb. T is the iust curse of our abus'd creation Which wee must suffer heere and scape heereafter He hath the great mind that submits to all He sees ineuitable he the small That carps at earth and her foundation shaker And rather than himselfe will mend his maker D'Amb. at the gulfe Count Away my loue away thou wilt be murther'd Buss. Murther'd I know not what that Hebrew meanes That word had ne're beene nam'd had all beene D'Ambois Murther'd By heauen he is my murtherer That shewes me not a murtherer what such bugge Abhorreth not the very sleepe of D'Ambois Murther'd Who dares giue all the roome I see To D'Ambois reach or looke with any oddes His fight i th' face vpon whose hand sits death Whose sword hath wings and euerie feather pierceth Let in my politique visitants let them in Though entring like so many mouing armours Fate is more strong than arms and slie than treason And I at all parts buckl'd in my Fate Dare they not come Tam. They come 1. Come all at once Vmb. Backe coward murtherers backe Omn. Defend vs heauen Exeunt 1. Come ye not on Buss. No slaue nor goest thou off Stand you so firme Will it not enter heere You haue a face yet so in thy lifes flame I burne the first rites to my mistresse fame Vmb. Breath thee braue sonne against the other charge Buss. O is it true then that my sense first told mee Is my kinde father dead Tam. He is my loue T was the Earle my husband in his weede that brought thee Buss. That was a speeding sleight and well resembled Where is that angrie Earle my Lord Come forth And shew your owne face in your owne affaire Take not into your noble veines the blood Of these base villans nor the light reports Of blister'd tongues for cleere and weightie truth But me against the world in pure defence Of your rare Ladie to whose spotlesse name I stand heere as a bulwarke and proiect A life to her renowne that euer yet Hath beene vntainted euen in enuies eie And where it would protect a sanctuarie Braue Earle come forth and keepe your scandall in T is not our fault if you enforce the spot Nor the wreake yours if you performe it not Enter Mont with others Mont. Cowards a fiend or spirit beat ye off They are your owne faint spirits that haue forg'd The fearefull shadowes that your eies deluded The fiend was in you cast him out then thus Tam. Fauour my Lord my loue ô fauour him Buss. I will not touch him Take your life my Lord And be appeas'd O then the coward fates Haue maim'd themselues and euer lost their honour Vmb. What haue ye done slaues irreligious Lord Buss. Forbeare them father t is enough for me That Guise and Monsieur death and destinie Come behinde D'Ambois is my bodie then But penetrable flesh And must my minde Follow my blood Can my diuine part adde No aide to th' earthly in extremitie Then these diuines are but for forme not fact Man is of two sweet Courtly friends compact A mistresse and a seruant let my death Define life nothing but a Courtiers breath Nothing is made of nought of all things made Their abstract being a dreame but of a shade I le not complaine to earth yet but to heauen And like a man looke vpwards euen in death Proppe me true sword as thou hast euer done The equall thought I beare of life and death Shall make me faint on no side I am vp Heere like a Roman Statue I will stand Till death hath made me marble ô my fame Liue in despight of murther take thy wings And haste thee where the gray-eyd morne perfines Her Rosie chariot with Sabaean spices Flie where the euening from th' Iberean vales Takes on her swarthy shoulders Heccate Cround with a groue of oakes flie where men feele The burning axeltree and those that suffer Beneath the chariot of the Snowy Beare And tell them all that D'Ambois now is hasting To the eternall dwellers that a thunder Of all their sighes together for their frailties Beheld in me may quit my worthlesse fall With a fit volley for my funerall Vmb. Forgiue thy murtherers Buss. I forgiue them all And you my Lord their fautor for true signe Of which vnfain'd remission take my sword Take it and only giue it motion And it shall finde the way to victorie By his owne brightnesse and th' inherent valour My fight hath still'd into 't with charmes of spirit Bus. And let me pray you that my weighty bloud Laid in one skale of your impertiall splene May sway the forfeit of my worthy loue Waid in the other and be reconcilde With all forgiuenesse to your
Euerie night I le euer dedicate to thy delight Tam. Nay good my Lord esteeme not my desires Such doters on their humours that my iudgement Cannot subdue them to your worthier pleasure A wiues pleas'd husband must her obiect be In all her acts not her sooth'd fantasie Mont. Then come my loue Now pay those Rites to sleepe Thy faire eies owe him shall we now to bed Tam. O no my Lord your holy Frier saies All couplings in the day that touch the bed Adulterous are euen in the married Whose graue and worthie doctrine well I know Your faith in him will liberally allow Mont. Hee 's a most learned and Religious man Come to the Presence then and see great D'Ambois Fortunes proud mushrome shot vp in a night Stand like an Atlas vnderneath the King Which greatnesse with him Monsieur now enuies As bitterly and deadly as the Guise Tam. What he that was but yesterday his maker His raiser and preseruer Mont. Euen the same Each naturall agent workes but to this end To render that it works on like it selfe Which since the Monsieur in his act on D'Ambois Cannot to his ambitious end effect But that quite opposite the King hath power In his loue borne to D'Ambois to conuert The point of Monsieurs aime on his owne breast He turnes his outward loue to inward hate A Princes loue is like the lightnings fume Which no man can embrace but must consume Exeunt Henry D'Ambois Monsieur Guise Monts Elenor Tam. Pero Henr. Speake home my Bussy thy impartiall wordes Are like braue Faulcons that dare trusse a Fowle Much greater than themselues Flatterers are Kites That checke at nothing thou shalt be my Eagle And beare my thunder vnderneath thy wings Truths words like iewels hang in th' eares of Kings Buss. Would I might liue to see no Iewes hang there In steede of iewels sycophants I meane Who vse truth like the Diuell his true Foe Cast by the Angell to the pit of feares And bound in chaines truth seldome decks Kings eares Slaue flatterie like a Rippiers legs rowl'd vp In bootes of haie-ropes with Kings soothed guts Swadled and strappl'd now liues only free O t is a subtle knaue how like the plague Vnfelt he strikes into the braine of truth And rageth in his entrailes when he can Worse than the poison of a red hair'd man Henr. Flie at him and his broode I cast thee off And once more giue thee surname of mine Eagle Buss. I le make you sport enough then let me haue My lucerns too or dogges inur'd to hunt Beasts of most rapine but to put them vp And if I trusse not let me not be trusted Shew me a great man by the peoples voice Which is the voice of God that by his greatnesse Bumbasts his priuate roofes with publique riches That affects royaltie rising from a clapdish That rules so much more than his suffering King That he makes kings of his subordinate slaues Himselfe and them graduate like woodmongers Piling a stacke of billets from the earth Raising each other into steeples heights Let him conuey this on the turning proppes Of Protean Law and his owne counsell keeping Keepe all vpright let me but Hawlke at him I le play the Vulture and so thumpe his liuer That like a huge vnlading Argosea He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Shew me a Clergie man that is in voice A Larke of Heauen in heart a Mowle of earth That hath good liuing and a wicked life A temperate looke and a luxurious gut Turning the rents of his superfluous Cures Into your Phesants and your Partriches Venting their Quintessence as men read Hebrew Let me but hawlke at him and like the other He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Shew me a Lawyer that turnes sacred law The equall rendrer of each man his owne The scourge of Rapine and Extortion The Sanctuarie and impregnable defence Of retir'd learning and oppressed vertue Into a Harpye that eates all but 's owne Into the damned sins it punisheth Into the Synagogue of theeues and Atheists Blood into gold and iustice into lust Let me but hawlke at him as at the tother He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Gui. Where will you finde such game as you would hawlke at Buss. I le hawlke about your house for one of them Gui. Come y' are a glorious Ruffin and runne proud Of the Kings headlong graces hold your breath Or by that poison'd vapour not the King Shall backe your murtherous valour against me Buss. I would the King would make his presence free But for one charge betwixt vs By the reuerence Due to the sacred space twixt kings and subiects Heere would I make thee cast that popular purple In which thy proud soule sits and braues thy soueraigne Mons. Peace peace I pray thee peace Buss. Let him peace first that made the first warre Mons. Hee 's the better man Buss. And therefore may doe worst Mons. He has more titles Buss. So Hydra had more heads Mons. Hee 's greater knowne Buss. His greatnesse is the peoples mine 's mine owne Mons. Hee 's noblie borne Buss. He is not I am noble And noblesse in his blood hath no gradation But in his merit Gui. Th' art not nobly borne But bastard to the Cardinall of Ambois Buss. Thou liest proud Guiserd let me flie my Lord Henr. Not in my face my Eagle violence flies The Sanctuaries of a Princes eies Buss. Still shall we chide and some vpon this bit Is the Guise only great in faction Stands he not by himselfe Prooues he th' Opinion That mens soules are without them Be a Duke And lead me to the field Guis. Come follow me Henr. Stay them stay D'Ambois Cosen Guise I wonder Your equall disposition brookes so ill A man so good that only would vphold Man in his natiue noblesse from whose fall All our dissentions rise that in himselfe Without the outward patches of our frailtie Riches and honour knowes he comprehends Worth with the greatest Kings had neuer borne Such boundlesse eminence ouer other men Had all maintain'd the spirit and state of D'Ambois Nor had the full impartiall hand of nature That all things gaue in her originall Without these definite terms of Mine and Thine Beene turn'd vniustly to the hand of Fortune Had all preseru'd her in her prime like D'Ambois No enuie no disiunction had dissolu'd Or pluck'd out one sticke of the golden fagot In which the world of Saturne was compris'd Had all beene held together with the nerues The genius and th' ingenuous soule of D'Ambois Let my hand therefore be the Hermean rodde To part and reconcile and so conserue you As my combin'd embracers and supporters Buss. T is our Kings motion and wee shall not seeme To worst eies womanish though wee change thus soone Neuer so great grudge for his greater pleasure Gui. I seale to that and so the manly freedome That you so much professe heereafter prooue
then Be not more rude than the wild seed of vapor To her that is more gentle than it rude In whom kind nature sufferd one offence But to set of her other excellence Mont. Good father leaue vs interrupt no more The course I must run for mine honour sake Relie on my loue to her which her fault Cannot extinguish will she but disclose Who was the hatefull minister of her loue And through what maze he seru'd it we are friends Com. It is a damn'd worke to pursue those secrets That would ope more sinne and prooue springs of slaughter Nor is 't a path for Christian feete to touch But out of all way to the health of soules A sinne impossible to be forgiuen Which he that dares commit Mont. Good father cease Tempt not a man distracted I am apt To outrages that I shall euer rue I will not passe the verge that boundes a Christian Nor breake the limits of a man nor husband Com. Then God inspire ye both with thoughts and deedes Worthie his high respect and your owne soules Exit Com. Mont. Who shall remooue the mountaine from my heart Ope the seuentimes-heat furnace of my thoughts And set fit outcries for a soule in hell Mont. turnes a key O now it nothing fits my cares to speake But thunder or to take into my throat The trumpe of Heauen with whose determinate blasts The windes shall burst and the enraged seas Be drunke vp in his soundes that my hot woes Vented enough I might conuert to vapour Ascending from my infamie vnseene Shorten the world preuenting the last breath That kils the liuing and regenerates death Tamy. My Lord my fault as you may censure it With too strong arguments is past your pardon But how the circumstances may excuse mee God knowes and your more temperate minde heereafter May let my penitent miseries make you know Mont. Heereafter T is a suppos'd infinite That from this point will rise eternally Fame growes in going in the scapes of vertue Excuses damne her They be fires in Cities Enrag'd with those windes that lesse lights extinguish Come Syren sing and dash against my rockes Thy ruffin Gallie laden for thy lust Sing and put all the nets into thy voice With which thou drew'st into thy strumpets lappe The spawne of Venus and in which ye danc'd That in thy laps steede I may digge his toombe And quit his manhoode with a womans sleight Who neuer is deceiu'd in her deceit Sing that is write and then take from mine eies The mists that hide the most inscrutable Pandar That euer lapt vp an adulterous vomit That I may see the diuell and suruiue To be a diuell and then learne to wiue That I may hang him and then cut him downe Then cut him vp and with my soules beams search The crankes and cauernes of his braine and studie The errant wildernesse of a womans face Where men cannot get out for all the Comets That haue beene lighted at it though they know That Adders lie a sunning in their smiles That Basilisks drinke their poison from their eies And no way there to coast out to their hearts Yet still they wander there and are not stai'd Till they be fetter'd nor secure before All cares distract them nor in humane state Till they embrace within their wiues two breasts All Pelion and Cythaeron with their beasts Why write you not Tam. O good my Lord forbeare In wreake of great sins to engender greater And make my loues corruption generate murther Mont. It followes needefully as childe and parent The chaine-shot of thy lust is yet aloft And it must murther t is thine owne deare twinne No man can adde height to a womans sinne Vice neuer doth her iust hate so prouoke As when she rageth vnder vertues cloake Write For it must be by this ruthlesse steele By this impartiall torture and the death Thy tyrannies haue inuented in my entrailes To quicken life in dying and hold vp The spirits in fainting teaching to preserue Torments in ashes that will euer last Speake Will you write Tam. Sweete Lord enioine my sinne Some other penance than what makes it worse Hide in some gloomie dungeon my loth'd face And let condemned murtherers let me downe Stopping their noses my abhorred foode Hang me in chaines and let me eat these armes That haue offended Binde me face to face To some dead woman taken from the Cart Of Execution till death and time In graines of dust dissolue me I le endure Or any torture that your wraths inuention Can fright all pittie from the world withall But to betray a friend with shew of friendship That is too common for the rare reuenge Your rage affecteth heere then are my breasts Last night your pillowes heere my wretched armes As late the wished confines of your life Now breake them as you please and all the boundes Of manhoode noblesse and religion Mont. Where all these haue beene broken they are kept In doing their iustice there Thine armes haue lost Their priuiledge in lust and in their torture Thus they must pay it Tam. O Lord Mont. Till thou writ'st I le write in wounds my wrongs fit characters Thy right of sufferance Write Tam. O kill me kill me Deare husband be not crueller than death You haue beheld some Gorgon Feele ô feele How you are turn'd to stone with my heart blood Dissolue your selfe againe or you will grow Into the image of all Tyrannie Mont. As thou art of adulterie I will still Prooue thee my like in ill being most a monster Thus I expresse thee yet Tam. And yet I liue Mont. I for thy monstrous idoll is not done yet This toole hath wrought enough now Torture vse This other engine on th' habituate powers Of her thrice damn'd and whorish fortitude Vse the most madding paines in her that euer Thy venoms sok'd through making most of death That she may weigh her wrongs with them and then Stand vengeance on thy steepest rocke a victor Tamy. O who is turn'd into my Lord and husband Husband My Lord None but my Lord and husband Heauen I aske thee remission of my sinnes Not of my paines husband ô helpe me husband Com. What rape of honour and religion O wracke of nature Tam. Poore man ô my father Father looke vp ô let me downe my Lord And I will write Mont. Author of prodigies What new flame breakes out of the firmament That turnes vp counsels neuer knowne before Now is it true earth mooues and heauen stands still Euen Heauen it selfe must see and suffer ill The too huge bias of the world hath swai'd Her backe-part vpwards and with that she braues This Hemisphere that long her mouth hath mockt The grauitie of her religious face Now growne too waighty with her sacriledge And here discernd sophisticate enough Turnes to th' Antipodes and all the formes That her illusions haue imprest in her Haue eaten through her backe and now all see How she is riueted with hypocrisie
Was this the way was he the meane betwixt you Tam. He was he was kind innocent man he was Mont. Write write a word or two Tamy. I will I will I le write but in my bloud that he may see These lines come from my wounds and not from me Mont. Well might he die for thought me thinkes the frame And shaken ioints of the whole world should crack To see her parts so disproportionate And that his generall beauty cannot stand Without these staines in the particular man Why wander I so farre heere heere was she That was a whole world without spot to me Though now a world of spots oh what a lightning Is mans delight in women what a bubble He builds his state fame life on when he marries Since all earths pleasures are so short and small The way t' nioy it is t' abiure it all Enough I must be messenger my selfe Disguis'd like this strange creature in I le after To see what guilty light giues this caue eies And to the world sing new impieties D' Ambois with two Pages D' Amb. Sit vp to night and watch I le speake with none But the old frier who bring to me Pa. We will Sir Exit D' Amb. What violent heat is this me thinks the fire Of twenty liues doth on a sudden flash Through all my faculties the aire goes high In this close chamber and the frighted earth Trembles and shrinkes beneath me the whole house Crackes with his shaken burthen blesse me heauen Enter Vmb. Comol Vmb. Note what I want my sonne and be forewarnd O there are bloudy deeds past and to come I cannot stay a fate doth rauish me I le meet thee in the chamber of thy loue Exit D' Amb. What dismall change is heere the good old Frier Is murtherd being made knowne to serue my loue Note what he wants he wants his vtmost weed He wants his life and body which of these Should be the want he meanes and may supplie me With any fit forewarning this strange vision Together with the darke prediction Vs'd by the Prince of darknesse that was raisd By this embodied shadowe stir my thoughts With reminiscion of the Spirits promise Who told me that by any inuocation I should haue power to raise him though it wanted The powerfull words and decent rites of art Neuer had my set braine such need of spirit T' instruct and cheere it now then I will claime Performance of his free and gentle vow T' appeare in greater light and make more plain His rugged oracle I long to know How my deare mistresse fares and be informd What hand she now holds on the troubled bloud Of her incensed Lord me thought the Spirit When he had vtterd his perplext presage Threw his chang'd countenance headlong into clowdes His forehead bent as it would hide his face He knockt his chin against his darkned breast And strooke a churlish silence through his powrs Terror of darknesse O thou King of flames That with thy Musique-footed horse dost strike The cleere light out of chrystall on darke earth And hurlst instructiue fire about the world Wake wake the drowsie and enchanted night That sleepes with dead eies in this heauy riddle Or thou great Prince of shades where neuer sunne Stickes his far-darted beames whose eies are made To see in darknesse and see euer best Where sense is blindest open now the heart Of thy abashed oracle that for feare Of some ill it includes would faine lie hid And rise thou with it in thy greater light Surgit Spiritus cum suis Sp. Thus to obserue my vow of apparition In greater light and explicate thy fate I come and tell thee that if thou obay The summons that thy mistresse next wil send thee Her hand shal be thy death D' Amb. When will she send Sp. Soone as I set againe where late I rose D' Amb. Is the old Frier slaine Sp. No and yet liues not D' Amb. Died he a naturall death Sp. He did D' Amb. Who then Will my deare mistresse send Sp. I must not tell thee D' Amb. Who lets thee Sp. Fate D' Am. Who are fates ministers Sp. The Guise and Monsieur D' Amb. A fit paire of sheeres To cut the threds of kings and kingly spirits And consorts fit to sound forth harmony Set to the fals of kingdomes shall the hand Of my kinde Mistresse kill me Sp. If thou yeeld To her next summons y' are faire warnd farewell Exit D' Amb. I must fare well how euer though I die My death consenting with his augurie Should not my powers obay when she commands My motion must be rebell to my will My will to life If when I haue obaid Her hand should so reward me they must arme it Binde me and force it or I lay my soule She rather would conuert it many times On her owne bosome euen to many deaths But were there danger of such violence I know t is far from her intent to send And who she should send is as far from thought Since he is dead whose only meane she vsde Whos 's there looke to the dore and let him in Though politicke Monsieur or the violent Guise Enter Montsurry like the Frier Mont. Haile to my worthy sonne D'Amb. O lying Spirit welcome loued father How fares my dearest mistresse Mont. Well as euer Being well as euer thought on by her Lord Whereof she sends this witnesse in her hand And praies for vrgent cause your speediest presence D'Amb. What writ in bloud Mont. I t is the inke of louers D'Amb. O t is a sacred witnesse of her loue So much elixer of her bloud as this Dropt in the lightest dame would make her firme As heat to fire and like to all the signes Commands the life confinde in all my vaines O how it multiplies my bloud with spirit And makes me apt t' encounter death and hell But come kinde Father you fetch me to heauen And to that end your holy weed was giuen Exit Enter Monsieur Guise aboue Mons. Now shall we see that nature hath no end In her great workes responsiue to their worths That she who makes so many eies and soules To see and foresee is starke blinde herselfe And as illiterate men say Latine praiers By roote of heart and daily iteration In whose hot zeale a man would thinke they knew What they ranne so away with and were sure To haue rewards proportion'd to their labours Yet may implore their owne confusions For any thing they know which oftentimes It fals out they incurre So nature laies A masse of stuffe together and by vse Or by the meere necessitie of matter Ends such a worke fils it or leaues it emptie Of strength or vertue error or cleere truth Not knowing what she does but vsually Giues that which wee call merit to a man And beleeue should arriue him on huge riches Honour and happinesse that effects his ruine Right as in ships of warre whole lasts of powder Are laid men thinke
matchlesse wife Tam. Forgiue thou me deare seruant and this hand That lead thy life to this vnworthy end Forgiue it for the bloud with which t is staind In which I writ the summons of thy death The forced summons by this bleeding wound By this heere in my bosome and by this That makes me hold vp both my hands embrewd For thy deare pardon Bus. O my heart is broken Fate nor these murtherers Monsieur nor the Guise Haue any glorie in my death but this This killing spectacle this prodigie My sunne is turnd to blood gainst whose red beams Pindas and Ossa hid in endlesse snow Laid on my heart and liuer from their vains Melt like two hungrie torrents eating rockes Into the Ocean of all humane life And make it bitter only with my bloud O fraile condition of strength valure vertue In me like warning fire vpon the top Of some steepe Beakon on a steeper hill Made to expresse it like a falling starre Silently glanc't that like a thunderbolt Lookt to haue stucke and shooke the firmament Vmb. Son of the earth whom my vnrested soule Rues t' haue begotten in the faith of heauen Since thy reuengefull Spirit hath reiected The charitie it commands and the remission To serue and worship the blind rage of bloud Assay to gratulate and pacifie The soule fled from this worthy by performing The Christian reconcilement he besought Betwixt thee and thy Lady let her wounds Manlesly digd in her be easd and cur'd With balme of thine owne teares or be assur'd Neuer to rest free from my haunt and horror Mont. See how she merits this still sitting by And mourning his fall more than her owne fault Vmb. Remoue deare daughter and content thy husband So piety wils thee and thy seruants peace Tamy. O wretched piety that art so distract In thine owne constancy and in thy right Must be vnrighteous if I right my friend I wrong my husband if his wrong I shunne The duty of my friend I leaue vndone Ill plays on both sides heere and there it riseth No place no good so good but ill compriseth My soule more scruple breeds than my bloud sinne Vertue imposeth more than any stepdame O had I neuer married but for forme Neuer vowd faith but purposd to deceiue Neuer made conscience of any sinne But clok't it priuately and made it common Nor neuer honord beene in blood or mind Happy had I beene then as others are Of the like licence I had then beene honord Liu'd without enuy custome had benumbd All sense of scruple and all note of frailty My fame had beene vntoucht my heart vnbroken But shunning all I strike on all offence O husband deare friend O my conscience Mont. I must not yeeld to pity nor to loue So seruile and so traiterous cease my bloud To wrastle with my honour fame and iudgement Away forsake my house forbeare complaints Where thou hast bred them heere all things full Of their owne shame and sorrow leaue my house Tam. Sweet Lord forgiue me and I will be gone And till these wounds that neuer balme shall close Till death hath enterd at them so I loue them Being opened by your hands by death be cur'd I neuer more will grieue you with my sight Neuer endure that any roofe shall part Mine eies and heauen but to the open deserts Like to hunted Tygres I will flie Eating my heart shunning the steps of men And looke on no side till I be arriu'd Mont. I do forgiue thee and vpon my knees With hands held vp to heauen wish that mine honor Would suffer reconcilement to my loue But since it will not honor neuer serue My Loue with flourishing obiect till it sterue And as this Taper though it vpwards looke Downwards must needs consume so let our loue As hauing lost his hony the sweet taste Runs into sauor and will needs retaine A spice of his first parents till like life It sees and dies so let our loue and lastly As when the flame is sufferd to looke vp It keepes his luster but being thus turnd downe His naturall course of vsefull light inuerted His owne stuffe puts it out so let our loue Now turne from me as heere I turne from thee And may both points of heauens strait axeltree Conioine in one before thy selfe and me Vmb. My terrors are strook inward and no more My pennance will allow they shall enforce Earthly afflictions but vpon my selfe Farewell braue relicts of a compleat man Looke vp and see thy spirit made a star Ioine flames with Hercules and when thou setst Thy radiant forhead in the firmament Make the vast continent cracke with thy receit Spred to a world of fire and th' aged skie Chere with new sparkes of old humanity Finis Actus Quinti vltimi Thunder Ascendit Comolet