Beaumond Nuncius Henr. THis desperate quarrell sprung out of their enuies To D'Ambois sudden brauerie and great spirit Gui. Neither is worth their enuie Henr. Lesse then either Will make the Gall of Enuie ouerflow She feedes on outcast entrailes like a Kite In which foule heape if any ill lies hid She sticks her beake into it shakes it vp And hurl's it all abroad that all may view it Corruption is her Nutriment but touch her With any precious ointment and you kill her When she findes any filth in men she feasts And with her blacke throat bruits it through the world Being sound and healthfull But if she but taste The slenderest pittance of commended vertue She surfets of it and is like a flie That passes all the bodies soundest parts And dwels vpon the sores or if her squint eie Haue power to finde none there she forges some She makes that crooked euer which is strait Call's valour giddinesse Iustice Tyrannie A wise man may shun her she not her selfe Whither soeuer she flies from her Harmes She beares her Foe still claspt in her owne Armes And therefore cousen Guise let vs auoid her Enter Nuncius What Atlas or Olympus lifts his head So farre past Couert that with aire enough My words may be inform'd And from his height I may be seene and heard through all the world A tale so worthie and so fraught with wonder Sticks in my iawes and labours with euent Henr. Com'st thou from D'Ambois Nun. From him and the rest His friends and enemies whose sterne fight I saw And heard their words before and in the fray Henr. Relate at large what thou hast seene and heard Nun. I saw fierce D'Ambois and his two braue friends Enter the Field and at their heeles their foes Which were the famous souldiers Barrisor L'Anou and Pyrrhot great in deedes of Armes All which arriu'd at the euenest peece of earth The field affoorded The three Challengers Turn'd head drew all their rapiers and stoode ranckt When face to face the three Defendants met them Alike prepar'd and resolute alike Like bonfires of Contributorie wood Euerie mans looke shew'd Fed with eithers spirit As one had beene a mirror to another Like formes of life and death each tooke from other And so were life and death mixt at their heights That you could see no feare of death for life Nor loue of life for death But in their browes Pyrrho's Opinion in great letters shone That life and death in all respects are one Henr. Past there no sort of words at their encounter Nun. As Hector twixt the Hosts of Greece and Troy When Paris and the Spartane King should end The nine yeeres warre held vp his brasen launce For signall that both Hosts should cease from Armes And heare him speake So Barrisor aduis'd Aduanc'd his Naked Rapier twixt both sides Ript vp the Quarrell and compar'd six liues Then laid in ballance with six idle words Offer'd remission and contrition too Or else that he and D'Ambois might conclude The others dangers D'Ambois lik'd the last But Barrisors friends being equally engag'd In the maine Quarrell neuer would expose His life alone to that they all deseru'd And for the other offer of remission D'Ambois that like a Lawrell put in fire Sparkl'd and spit did much much more than scorne That his wrong should incense him so like chaffe To goe so soone out and like lighted paper Approoue his spirit at once both fire and ashes So drew they lots and in them Fates appointed That Barrisor should fight with firie D'Ambois Pyrhot with Melynell with Brisac L'Anou And then like flame and Powder they commixt So spritely that I wisht they had beene spirits That the ne're shutting wounds they needes must open Might as they open'd shut and neuer kill But D'Ambois sword that lightned as it flew Shot like a pointed Comet at the face Of manly Barrisor and there it stucke Thrice pluckt he at it and thrice drew on thrusts From him that of himselfe was free as fire Who thrust still as he pluckt yet past beliefe He with his subtle eie hand bodie scap't At last the deadly bitten point tuggd'd off On fell his yet vndaunted Foe so fiercely That only made more horrid with his wound Great D'Ambois shrunke and gaue a little ground But soone return'd redoubled in his danger And at the heart of Barrisor seal'd his anger Then as in Arden I haue seene an Oke Long shooke with tempests and his loftie toppe Bent to his roote which being at length made loose Euen groaning with his weight he gan to Nodde This way and that as loth his curled Browes Which he had oft wrapt in the skie with stormes Should stoope and yet his radicall fiuer 's burst Storme-like he fell and hid the feare-cold Earth So fell stout Barrisor that had stoode the shockes Often set Battles in your Highnesse warre Gainst the sole souldier of the world Nauarre Gui. O pitious and horrid murther Beau. Such a life Me thinkes had mettall in it to suruiue An age of men Henr. Such often soonest end Thy felt report cals on wee long to know On what euents the other haue arriu'd Nun. Sorrow and furie like two opposite fumes Met in the vpper Region of a Cloud At the report made by this worthies fall Brake from the earth and with them rose Reuenge Entring with fresh powers his two noble friends And vnder that ods fell surcharg'd Brisac The friend of D'Ambois before fierce L'Anou Which D'Ambois seeing as I once did see In my yoong trauels through Armenia An angrie Vnicorne in his full carier Charge with too quicke an eie a Ieweller That watcht him for the Treasure of his browe And ere he could get shelter of a tree Naile him with his rich Antler to the Earth So D'Ambois ranne vpon reueng'd L'Anou Who eying th' eager point borne in his face And giuing backe fell backe and in his fall His foes vncurbed sword stopt in his heart By which time all the life strings of the tw'other Were cut and both fell as their spirits flew Vpwards and still hunt Honour at the view And now of all the six sole D'Ambois stood Vntoucht saue only with the others blood Henr. All slaine outright Nun. All slaine outright but he Who kneeling in the warme life of his friends All feebled with the blood his Rapier raind He kist their pale cheekes and bade both farewell And see the brauest man the French earth beares Enter Monsieur D'Amb. bare Buss. Now is the time y' are Princely vow'd my friend Performe it Princely and obtaine my pardon Mons. Else Heauen forgiue not me Come on braue friend If euer Nature held herselfe her owne When the great Triall of a King and subiect Met in one blood both from one bellie springing Now prooue her vertue and her greatnesse One Or make the t'one the greater with the t'other As true Kings should and for your brothers loue Which is a speciall species of true
vertue Doe that you could not doe not being a King Henr. Brother I know your suit these wilfull murthers Are euer past our pardon Mons. Manly slaughter Should neuer beare th account of wilfull murther It being a spice of iustice where with life Offending past law equall life is laid In equall ballance to scourge that offence By law of reputation which to men Exceedes all positiue law and what that leaues To true mens valours not prefixing rights Of satisfaction suited to their wrongs A free mans eminence may supplie and take Henr. This would make euerie man that thinks him wrongd Or is offended or in wrong or right Lay on this violence and all vaunt themselues Law-menders and suppliers though meere Butchers Should this fact though of iustice be forgiuen Mons. O no my Lord it would make Cowards feare To touch the reputations of full men When only they are left to impe the law Iustice will soone distinguish murtherous mindes From iust reuengers Had my friend beene slaine His enemie suruiuing he should die Since he had added to a murther'd fame Which was in his intent a murthered man And this had worthily beene wilfull murther But my friend only sau'd his fames deare life Which is aboue life taking th'vnder value Which in the wrong it did was forfeit to him And in this fact only preserues a man In his vprightnesse worthie to suruiue Millions of such as murther men aliue Henr. Well brother rise and raise your friend withall From death to life and D'Ambois let your life Refin'd by passing through this merited death Be purg'd from more such foule pollution Nor on your scape nor valour more presuming To be againe so violent Buss. My Lord I loth as much a deede of vniust death As law it selfe doth and to Tyrannise Because I haue a little spirit to date And power to doe as to be Tyranniz'd This is a grace that on my knees redoubled I craue to double this my short lifes gift And shall your royall bountie Centuple That I may so make good what God and nature Haue giuen mee for my good since I am free Offending no iust law let no law make By any wrong it does my life her slaue When I am wrong'd and that law failes to right me Let me be King my selfe as man was made And doe a iustice that exceedes the law If my wrong passe the power of single valour To right and expiate then be you my King And doe a Right exceeding Law and Nature Who to himselfe is law no law doth neede Offends no King and is a King indeede Henr. Enioy what thou intreat'st we giue but ours Buss. What you haue giuen my Lord is euer yours Exit Rex cum Beau. Gui. Mort dieu who would haue pardon'd such a murther Mons. Now vanish horrors into Court attractions Exit For which let this balme make thee fresh and faire Buss. How shall I quite your loue Mons. Be true to the end I haue obtain'd a Kingdome with my friend Exit Montsur Tamyra Beaupre Pero Charlotte Pyrha Mont. He will haue pardon sure Tam. T were pittie else For though his great spirit something ouerflow All faults are still borne that from greatnesse grow But such a sudden Courtier saw I neuer Beau. He was too sudden which indeede was rudenesse Tam. True for it argued his no due conceit Both of the place and greatnesse of the persons Nor of our sex all which we all being strangers To his encounter should haue made more maners Deserue more welcome Mont. All this fault is found Because he lou'd the Dutchesse and left you Tam. Ahlas loue giue her ioy I am so farre From Enuie of her honour that I sweare Had he encounterd me with such proud sleight I would haue put that proiect face of his To a more test than did her Dutchesship Be. Why by your leaue my Lord I le speake it heere Although she be my ante she scarce was modest When she perceiued the Duke her husband take Those late exceptions to her seruants Courtship To entertaine him Tam. I and stand him still Letting her husband giue her seruant place Though he did manly she should be a woman Enter Guise D'Ambois is pardond wher 's a king where law See how it runnes much like a turbulent sea Heere high and glorious as it did contend To wash the heauens and make the stars more pure And heere so low it leaues the mud of hell To euery common view come count Montsurry We must consult of this Tam. Stay not sweet Lord Mont. Be pleased I le strait returne Exit cum Guise Tamy. Would that would please me Beau. I le leaue you Madam to your passions I see ther 's change of weather in your lookes Exit cum suis Tamy. I cannot cloake it but as when a fume Hot drie and grosse within the wombe of earth Or in her superficies begot When extreame cold hath stroke it to her heart The more it is comprest the more it rageth Exceeds his prisons strength that should containe it And then it tosseth Temples in the aire All barres made engines to his insolent fury So of a sudden my licentious fancy Riots within me not my name and house Nor my religion to this houre obseru'd Can stand aboue it I must vtter that That will in parting breake more strings in me Than death when life parts and that holy man That from my cradle counseld for my soule I now must make an agent for my bloud Enter Monsieur Mons. Yet is my Mistresse gratious Tamy. Yet vnanswered Mons. Pray thee regard thine owne good if not mine And cheere my Loue for that you do not know What you may be by me nor what without me I may haue power t' aduance and pull downe any Tamy. That 's not my study one way I am sure You shall not pull downe me my husbands height Is crowne to all my hopes and his retiring To any meane state shal be my aspiring Mine honour 's in mine owne hands spite of kings Mons. Honour what 's that your second maidenhead And what is that a word the word is gone The thing remaines the rose is pluckt the stalke Abides an easie losse where no lack 's found Beleeue it ther 's as small lacke in the losse As there is paine i th losing archers euer Haue two strings to a bow and shall great Cupid Archer of archers both in men and women Be worse prouided than a common archer A husband and a friend all wise wiues haue Tamy. Wise wiues they are that on such strings depend With a firme husband weighing a dissolute friend Mons. Still you stand on your husband so doe all The common sex of you when y are encounterd With one ye cannot fancie all men know You liue in court heere by your owne election Frequenting all our solemne sports and triumphs All the most youthfull companie of men And wherefore doe you this To please your husband T is grosse and
fulsome if your husbands pleasure Be all your Obiect and you aime at Honour In liuing close to him get you from Court You may haue him at home these common Puttofs For common women serue my honor husband Dames maritorious ne're were meritorious Speake plaine and say I do not like you Sir Y' are an illfauor'd fellow in my eie And I am answer'd Tamy. Then I pray be answer'd For in good faith my Lord I do not like you In that sort you like Mons. Then haue at you heere Take with a politique hand this rope of Pearle And though you be not amorous yet be wise Take me for wisdome he that you can loue Is neere the further from you Tamy. Now it comes So ill prepar'd that I may take a poison Vnder a medicine as good cheape as it I will not haue it were it worth the world Mons. Horror of death could I but please your eie You would giue me the like ere you would loose me Honor and husband Tamy. By this light my Lord Y' are a vile fellow and I le tell the King Your occupation of dishonouring Ladies And of his Court a Lady cannot liue As she was borne and with that sort of pleasure That fits her state but she must be defam'd With an infamous Lords detraction Who would endure the Court if these attempts Of open and profest lust must be borne Whos 's there come on Dame you are at your booke When men are at your mistresse haue I taught you Any such waiting womans qualitie Mons. Farewell good husband Exit Mons. Mont. Farewell wicked Lord Enter Mont. Mont. Was not the Monsieur heere Tam. Yes to good purpose And your cause is as good to seeke him too And haunt his company Mont. Why what 's the matter Tam. Matter of death were I some husbands wife I cannot liue at quiet in my chamber For opportunities almost to rapes Offerd me by him Mont. Pray thee beare with him Thou know'st he is a Bachelor and a Courtier I and a Prince and their prerogatiues Are to their lawes as to their pardons are Their reseruations after Parliaments One quits another forme giues al their essence That Prince doth high in vertues reckoning stand That will entreat a vice and not command So far beare with him should another man Trust to his priuiledge he should trust to death Take comfort then my comfort nay triumph And crown thy selfe thou part'st with victory My presence is so only deare to thee That other mens appeare worse than they be For this night yet beare with my forced absence Thou know'st my businesse and with how much weight My vow hath charged it Tam. True my Lord and neuer My fruitlesse loue shall let your serious profit Yet sweet Lord do no stay you know my soule Is so long time without me and I dead As you are absent Mont. By this kisse receiue My soule for hostage till I see my loue Tam. The morne shall let me see you Mont. With the sunne I le visit thy more comfortable beauties Tam. This is my comfort that the sunne hath left The whole worlds beauty ere my sunne leaues me Mont. T is late night now indeed farewell my light Exit Tam. Farewell my light and life But not in him Alas that in the waue of our affections We should supplie it with a full dissembling In which each yoongest maid is growne a mother Frailtie is fruitfull one sinne gets another Our loues like sparkles are that brightest shine When they goe out most vice shewes most diuine Goe maid to bed lend me your booke I pray Not like your selfe for forme I le this night trouble None of your seruices Make sure the doores And call your other fellowes to their rest Per. I will yet I will watch to know why you watch Exit Tam. Now all the peacefull regents of the night Silently-gliding exhalations Languishing windes and murmuring fals of waters Sadnesse of heart and ominous securenesse Enchantments dead sleepes all the friends of rest That euer wrought vpon the life of man Extend your vtmost strengths and this charm'd houre Fix like the Center make the violent wheeles Of Time and Fortune stand and Great Existens The Makers treasurie now not seeme to bee To all but my approaching friends and mee They come alas they come feare feare and hope Of one thing at one instant fight in mee I loue what most I loath and cannot liue Vnlesse I compasse that that holds my death For loue is hatefull without loue againe And he I loue will loth me when he sees I flie my sex my vertue my Renowne To runne so madly on a man vnknowne See see the gulfe is opening that will swallow Me and my fame for euer I will in And cast my selfe off as I ne're had beene Exit Com. Come worthiest sonne I am past measure glad That you whose worth I haue approou'd so long Should be the Obiect of her fearefull loue Since both your wit and spirit can adapt Their full force to supplie her vtmost weakenesse You know her worths and vertues for Report Of all that know is to a man a knowledge You know besides that our affections storme Rais'd in our blood no Reason can reforme Though she seeke then their satisfaction Which she must needes or rest vnsatisfied Your iudgement will esteeme her peace thus wrought Nothing lesse deare than if your selfe had sought And with another colour which my Art Shall teach you to lay on your selfe must seeme The only agent and the first Orbe Moue In this our set and cunning world of Loue Buss. Giue me the colour my most honour'd Father And trust my cunning then to lay it on Com. T is this good sonne Lord Barrisor whom you slew Did loue her dearely and with all fit meanes Hath vrg'd his acceptation of all which She keepes one letter written in his blood You must say thus then That you heard from mee How much her selfe was toucht in conscience With a Report which is in truth disperst That your maine quarrell grew about her loue Lord Barrisor imagining your Courtship Of the great Guises Duchesse in the Presence Was by you made to his elected mistresse And so made me your meane now to resolue her Chosing by my direction this nights depth For the more cleere auoiding of all note Of your presumed presence and with this To cleere her hands of such a louers blood She will so kindely thanke and entertaine you Me thinkes I see how I and ten to one Shew you the confirmation in his blood Lest you should thinke report and she did faine That you shall so haue circumstantiall meanes To come to the direct which must be vsed For the direct is crooked Loue comes flying The height of loue is still wonne with denying D' Amb. Thankes honoured Father Commolet She must neuer know That you know any thing of any loue Sustain'd on her part For learne this of mee In any thing a woman does
in a boule Defil'd and croun'd with vertues forced soule And lastly which I must for Gratitude Euer remember That of all my height And dearest life you are the onlie spring Only in royall hope to kill the king Mons. Why now I see thou lou'st mee come to the banquet Finis Actus terty Actus Quarti Scena Prima Henry Monsieur Guise Montsurry Bussy Elynor Tamyra Beaupre Pero Charlotte Anable Pyrha with foure Pages Henr. LAdies ye haue not done our banquet right Nor lookt vpon it with those cheerefull raies That lately turnd your breaths to flouds of gold Your looks me thinks are not drawne out with thoughts So cleere and free as heeretofore but fare As if the thicke complexions of men Gouernd within them Buss. T is not like my Lord That men in women rule but contrary For as the Moone of all things God created Not only is the most appropriate image Or glasse to shew them how they wax and wane But in her light and motion likewise beares Imperiall influences that command In all their powers and make them wax wane So women that of all things made of nothing Are the most perfect images of the Moone Or still-vnweand sweet Moon-calues with white faces Not only are paternes of change to men But as the tender Moon-shine of their beauties Cleeres or is cloudy make men glad or sad Mons. But heere the Moones are chang'd as the King notes And either men rule in them or some power Beyond their voluntary motions For nothing can recouer their lost faces Buss. None can be alwaies one our griefes and ioies Hold seuerall scepters in vs and haue times For their predominance which griefe now in them Doth claime as proper to his diademe And grief 's a naturall sicknesse of the bloud That time to part asks as his comming had Onely sleight fooles grieu'd suddenly are glad A man may say t' a dead man be reuiu'd As well as to one sorrowfull be not grieu'd And therefore Princely mistresse in all warres Against these base foes that insult on weaknesse And still fight hous'd behinde the shield of Nature Of tyrannous law treachery or beastly need Your seruant cannot helpe authority heere Goes with corruption something like some States That back woorst men valure to them must creepe That to themselues left would feare him asleepe Ely Ye all take that for granted that doth rest Yet to be prou'd we all are as we were As merry and as free in thought as euer Gui. And why then can ye not disclose your thoughts Tamy. Me thinks the man hath answerd for vs well Mons. The man why Madam d' ee not know his name Tamy. Man is a name of honour for a King Additions take away from each chiefe thing The Schoole of Modesty not to learne learnes Dames They sit in high formes there that know mens names Mons. Harke sweet heart hee'r 's a bound set to your valure It cannot enter heere no not to notice Of what your name is your great Eagles beake Should you flie at her had as good encounter An Albion cliffe as her more craggy liuer Buc. I le not attempt her Sir her sight and name By which I only know her doth deter me Henr. So do they all men else Mons. You would say so If you knew all Tamy. Knew all my Lord what meane you Mons. All that I know Madam Tamy. That you know speake it Mons. No t is enough I feele it Henr. But me thinkes Her Courtship is more pure than heeretofore True Courtiers should be modest but not nice Bold but not impudent pleasure loue not vice Mons. Sweet heart come hither what if one should make Horns at Mountsurry would it strike him iealous Through all the proofes of his chaste Ladies vertues Buc. No I thinke not Mons. Not if I nam'd the man With whom I would make him suspicious His wife hath armd his forehead Buc. So you might Haue your great nose made lesse indeed and slit Your eies thrust out Mons. Peace peace I pray thee peace Who dares doe that the brother of his King Buc. Were your King brother in you all your powers Stretcht in the armes of great men and their bawds Set close downe by you all your stormie lawes Spouted with Lawyers mouths and gushing bloud Like to so many Torrents all your glories Making you terrible like enchaunted flames Fed with bare cockescombes and with crooked hammes All your prerogatiues your shames and tortures All daring heauen and opening hell about you Were I the man ye wrong'd so and prouok'd Though ne're so much beneath you like a box tree I would out of the toughnesse of my root Ramme hardnesse in my lownesse and like death Mounted on earthquakes I would trot through all Honors and horrors through fowle and faire And from your whole strength tosse you into aire Mons. Goe th' art a diuell such another spirit Could not be stild from all Th' Armenian dragons O my Loues glory heire to all I haue That 's all I can say and that all I sweare If thou outliue me as I know thou must Or else hath nature no proportiond end To her great labors she hath breath'd a spirit Into thy entrailes of effect to swell Into another great Augustus Caesar Organes and faculties fitted to her greatnesse And should that perish like a common spirit Nature 's a Courtier and regards no merit Henr. Heer 's nought but whispering with vs like a calme Before a tempest when the silent aire Laies her soft eare close to the earth to hearken For that she feares is comming to afflict her Some fate doth ioine our eares to heare it comming Come my braue eagle let 's to Couert flie I see Almighty Aether in the smoake Of all his clowds descending and the skie Hid in the dimme ostents of Tragedy Exit Hen with D'Amb. Guis. Now stirre the humour and begin the brawle Mont. The King and D'Ambois now are growen all one Mons. Nay they are two my Lord Mont. How 's that Mons. No more Mont. I must haue more my Lord Mons. What more than two Mont. How monstrous is this Mons. Why Mont. You make me Horns Mons. Not I it is a worke without my power Married mens ensignes are not made with fingers Of diuine Fabrique they are Not mens hands Your wife you know is a Meere Cynthia And she must fashion hornes out of her Nature Mont. But doth she dare you charge her speak false Prince Mons. I must not speake my Lord but if yow 'le vse The learning of a noble man and read Heer 's something to those points soft you must pawne Your honour hauing read it to returne it Mont. Not I I pawne mine Honour for a paper Mons. You must not buie it vnder Ent. Tamy. Pero Mont. Keepe it then And keepe fire in your bosome Tam. What saies he Mont. You must make good the rest Tam. How fares my Lord Takes my Loue any thing to heart he saies Mont. Come y' are
a. Tam. What my Lord Mont. The plague of Herod Feast in his rotten entrailes Tam. Will you wreake Your angers iust cause giuen by him on mee Mont. By him Tamy. By him my Lord I haue admir'd You could all this time be at concord with him That still hath plaid such discords on your honour Mont. Perhaps t is with some proud string of my wiues Tam. How 's that my Lord Mont. Your tongue will still admire Till my head be the miracle of the world Tam. O woe is mee Pero What does your Lordship meane Madam be comforted my Lord but tries you Madam Helpe good my Lord are you not mou'd Doe your set lookes print in your words your thoughts Sweete Lord cleere vp those eies for shame of Noblesse Mercilesse creature but it is enough You haue shot home your words are in her heart She has not liu'd to beare a triall now Mont. Looke vp my loue and by this kisse receiue My soule amongst thy spirits for supplie To thine chac'd with my furie Tam. O my Lord I haue too long liu'd to heare this from you Mont. T was from my troubled blood and not from mee I know not how I fare a sudden night Flowes through my entrailes and a headlong Chaos Murmurs within mee which I must digest And not drowne her in my confusions That was my liues ioy being best inform'd Sweet you must needes forgiue me that my loue Like to a fire disdaining his suppression Rag'd being discourag'd my whole heart is wounded When any least thought in you is but touch't And shall be till I know your former merits Your name and memorie altogether craue In loth'd obliuion their eternall graue And then you must heare from me ther 's no meane In any passion I shall feele for you Loue is a rasor cleansing being well vs'd But fetcheth blood still being the least abus'd To tell you briefly all The man that left mee When you appear'd did turne me worse than woman And stab'd me to the heart thus with his hand Tamy. O happie woman Comes my staine from him It is my beautie and that innocence prooues That slew Chymaera rescu'd Peleus From all the sauage beasts in Peleon And rais'd the chaste Athenian prince from Hell All suffering with me they for womens lusts I for a mans that the Egean stable Of his foule sinne would emptie in my lappe How his guilt shunn'd me sacred innocence That where thou fear'st art dreadfull and his face Turn'd in flight from thee that had thee in chace Come bring me to him I will tell the serpent Euen to his teeth whence in mine honors soile A pitcht field starts vp twixt my Lord and mee That his throat lies and he shall curse his fingers For being so gouern'd by his filthie soule Mont. I know not if himselfe will vaunt t' haue beene The princely author of the slauish sinne Or any other he would haue resolu'd mee Had you not come not by his word but writing Would I haue sworne to giue it him againe And pawn'd mine honour to him for a paper Tam. See how he flies me still T is a foule heart That feares his owne hand Good my Lord make haste To see the dangerous paper Be not nice For any trifle ieweld with your honour To pawne your honor and with it conferre My neerest woman heere in all she knowes Who if the sunne or Cerberus could haue seene Anie staine in mee might as much as they And Pero heere I charge thee by my loue And all proofes of it which I might call bounties By all that thou hast seeme seeme good in mee And all the ill which thou shouldst spit from thee By pity of the wound my Lord hath giuen mee Not as thy Mistresse now but a poore woman To death giuen ouer rid me of my paines Powre on thy powder cleere thy breast of me My Lord is only heere heere speake thy worst Thy best will doe me mischiefe If thou spar'st mee Neuer shine good thought on thy memorie Resolue my Lord and leaue me desperate Pero My Lord My Lord hath plaid a prodigals part To breake his Stocke for nothing and an insolent To cut a Gordian when he could not loose it What violence is this to put true fire To a false traine To blow vp long crown'd peace With sudden outrage and beleeue a man Sworne to the shame of women gainst a woman Borne to their honours I le attend your Lordship Tam. No I will write for I shall neuer more Speake with the fugitiue where I will defie him Were he ten times the brother of my king Exeunt Musicke and she enters with her maid bearing a letter Tam. Away deliuer it O may my lines Fild with the poison of a womans hate When he shall open them shrinke vp his eies With torturous darkenesse such as stands in hell Stucke full of inward horrors neuer lighted With which are all things to be fear'd affrighted Father Ascendit Bussy with Comolet D' Amb. How is it with my honour'd mistresse Tam. O seruant helpe and saue me from the gripes Of shame and infamie D' Amb. What insensate stocke Or rude inanimate vapour without fashion Durst take into his Epimethean breast A box of such plagues as the danger yeeldes Incurd in this discouerie He had better Ventur'd his breast in the consuming reach Of the hot surfets cast out of the cloudes Or stoode the bullets that to wreake the skie The Cyclops ramme in Ioues artillerie Com. Wee soone will take the darkenesse from his face That did that deede of darkenesse wee will know What now the Monsieur and your husband doe What is contain'd within the secret paper Offerd by Monsieur and your loues euents To which ends honour'd daughter at your motion I haue put on these exorcising Rites And by my power of learned holinesse Vouchsaft me from aboue I will command Our resolution of a raised spirit Tamy. Good father raise him in some beauteous forme That with least terror I may brooke his sight Com. Stand sure together then what ere ye see And stirre not as ye tender all our liues Occidentalium legionum spiritalium imperator magnus ille Behemoth veni veni comitatus cum Asaroth locotenente inuicto Adiuro te per stygis inscrutabilia arcana per ipsos irremeabiles anfractus auerni adesto ô Behemoth tu cui peruia sunt Magnatum scrinia veni per Noctis tenebrarum abdita profundissima per labentia sydera per ipsos motus horarum furtiuos Hecatesque altum silentium Appare in forma spiritali lucente splendida amabili Ascendit Beh. What would the holy Frier Com. I would see What now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie doe And see the secret paper that the Monsieur Offer'd to Count Montsurry longing much To know on what euents the secret loues Of these two honor'd persons shall arriue Beh. Why calledst thou me to this accursed light To these light purposes I am Emperor