the end of you how is a womans chastitie neerest a man when t is furthest off Per. Why my Lord when you cannot get it it goes toth ' heart on you and that I thinke comes most neere you and I am sure it shall bee farre enough off and so I leaue you to my mercy Exit Mons. Farewell riddle Gui. Farewell Medlar Mont. Farewell winter plum Mons. Now my Lords what fruit of our inquisition feele you nothing budding yet Speake good my Lord Mountsurry Mont. Nothing but this D'Ambois is negligent in obseruing the Duchesse and therefore she is suspicious that your Neece or my wife closely entertaines him Mons. Your wife my Lord Thinke you that possible Mont. Alas I know she flies him like her last houre Mons. Her last houre why that comes vpon her the more she flies it Does D'Ambois so thinke you Mont. That 's not worth the answering T is horrible to think with what monsters womens imaginations engrosse them when they are once enamour'd and what wonders they will worke for their satisfaction They will make a sheepe valiant a Lion fearefull Mons. And an Asse confident my Lord t is true and more will come forth shortly get you to the banquet Exit Guise cum Mont. O the vnfounded Sea of womens bloods That when t is calmest is most dangerous Not any wrincle creaming in their faces When in their hearts are Scylla and Charibdis Which still are hid in monster-formed cloudes Where neuer day shines nothing euer growes But weeds and poisons that no states-man knowes Not Cerberus euer saw the damned nookes Hid with the vailes of womens vertuous lookes I will conceale all yet and giue more time To D'Ambois triall now vpon my hooke He awes my throat else like Sybillas Caue It should breath oracles I feare him strangely And may resemble his aduanced valour Vnto a spirit rais'd without a circle Endangering him that ignorantly rais'd him And for whose furie he hath learn'd no limit Enter D'Ambois Mons. How now what leap'st thou at D'Amb. O royall obiect Mons. Thou dream'st awake Obiect in th' emptie aire D'Amb. Worthie the head of Titan worth his chaire Mons. Pray thee what mean'st thou D'Amb. See you not a Croune Empale the forehead of the great King Monsieur Mons. O fie vpon thee D'Amb. Sir that is the Subiect Of all these your retir'd and sole discourses Mons. Wilt thou not leaue that wrongfull supposition This still hath made me doubt thou dost not loue me Wilt thou doe one thing for me then syncerelie D'Amb. I any thing but killing of the King Mons. Still in that discord and ill taken note D'Amb. Come doe not doubt me and command mee all things Mons. I will not then and now by all my loue Shewne to thy vertues and by all fruits else Alreadie sprung from that affection I charge thee vtter euen with all the freedome Both of thy noble nature and thy friendship The full and plaine state of me in thy thoughts D'Amb. What vtter plainly what I thinke of you Why this swims quite against the streame of greatnesse Great men would rather heare their flatteries And if they be not made fooles are not wise Mons. I am no such great foole and therefore charge thee Euen from the roote of thy free heart display mee D'Amb. Since you affect it in such serious termes If your selfe first will tell me what you thinke As freely and as heartily of mee I le be as open in my thoughts of you Mons. A bargaine of mine honour and make this That prooue wee in our full dissection Neuer so foule liue still the sounder friends D'Amb. What else Sir come begin and speake me simply Mons. I will I sweare I thinke thee then a man That dares as much as a wilde horse or Tyger As headstrong and as bloodie and to feede The rauenous wolfe of thy most Caniball valour Rather than not employ it thou would'st turne Hackster to any whore slaue to a Iew Or English vsurer to force possessions And cut mens throates of morgaged estates Or thou would'st tire thee like a Tinkers wife And murther market folkes quarrell with sheepe And runne as mad as Aiax serue a Butcher Doe any thing but killing of the King That in thy valour th' art like other naturals That haue strange gifts in nature but no soule Diffus'd quite through to make them of a peece But stoppe at humours that are more absurd Childish and villanous than that hackster whore Slaue cut-throat Tinkers bitch compar'd before And in those humours would'st enuie betray Slander blaspheme change each houre a religion Doe any thing but killing of the King That in that valour which is still my dunghill To which I carrie all filth in thy house Th' art more ridiculous and vaine-glorious Than any Mountibancke and impudent Than any painted bawde which not to sooth And glorifie thee like a Iupiter Hammon Thou eat'st thy heart in vineger and thy gall Turns all thy blood to poison which is cause Of that Tode-poole that stands in thy complexion And makes thee with a cold and earthie moisture Which is the damme of putrifaction As plague to thy damn'd pride rot as thou liu'st To study calumnies and treacheries To thy friends slaughters like a Scrich-owle sing And to all mischiefs but to kill the King D'Amb. So Haue you said Mons. How thinkest thou Doe I flatter Speake I not like a trustie friend to thee D'Amb. That euer any man was blest withall So heere 's for mee I thinke you are at worst No diuell since y' are like to be no king Of which with any friend of yours I le lay This poore Stilladoe heere gainst all the starres I and gainst all your treacheries which are more That you did neuer good but to doe ill But ill of all sorts free and for it selfe That like a murthering peece making lanes in armies The first man of a ranke the whole ranke falling If you haue once wrong'd one man y' are so farre From making him amends that all his race Friends and associates fall into your chace That y' are for periuries the verie prince Of all intelligencers and your voice Is like an Easterne winde that where it flies Knits nets of Catterpillars with which you catch The prime of all the fruits the kingdome yeeldes That your politicall head is the curst fount Of all the violence rapine crueltie Tyrannie Atheisme flowing through the realme That y 'aue a tongue so scandalous t will cut A perfect Crystall and a breath that will Kill to that wall a spider you will iest With God and your soule to the diuell tender For lust kisse horror and with death engender That your foule bodie is a Lernean fenne Of all the maladies breeding in all men That you are vtterlie without a soule And for your life the thred of that was spunne When Clotho slept and let her breathing rocke Fall in the durt and Lachesis still drawes it Dipping her twisting fingers
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
alone If she dissemble she thinkes t is not done If not dissemble nor a little chide Giue her her wish she is not satisfi'd To haue a man thinke that she neuer seekes Does her more good than to haue all she likes This frailtie sticks in them beyond their sex Which to reforme reason is too perplex Vrge reason to them it will doe no good Humour that is the charriot of our foode In euerie bodie must in them be fed To carrie their affections by it bred Stand close Enter Tamyra Tam. Alas I feare my strangenesse will retire him If he goe backe I die I must preuent it And cheare his onset with my sight at least And that 's the most though euerie step he takes Goes to my heart I le rather die than seeme Not to be strange to that I most esteeme Com. Madam Tamy. Ah Com. You will pardon me I hope That so beyond your expectation And at a time for visitants so vnfit I with my noble friend heere visit you You know that my accesse at any time Hath euer beene admitted and that friend That my care will presume to bring with mee Shall haue all circumstance of worth in him To merit as free welcome as my selfe Tamy. O father but at this suspicious houre You know how apt best men are to suspect vs In any cause that makes suspicious shadow No greater than the shadow of a haire And y' are to blame what though my Lord and husband Lie foorth to night and since I cannot sleepe When he is absent I sit vp to night Though all the doores are sure all our seruants As sure bound with their sleepes yet there is one That sits aboue whose eie no sleepe can binde He sees through doores and darkenesse and our thoughts And therefore as we should auoid with feare To thinke amisse our selues before his search So should we be as curious to shunne All cause that other thinke not ill of vs D'Amb. Madam t is farre from that I only heard By this my honour'd father that your conscience Was something troubled with a false report That Barrisors blood should something touch your hand Since he imagin'd I was courting you When I was bold to change words with the Duchesse And therefore made his quarrell which my presence Presum'd on with my father at this season For the more care of your so curious honour Can well resolue your Conscience is most false Tam. And is it therefore that you come good sir Then craue I now your pardon and my fathers And sweare your presence does me so much comfort That all I haue it bindes to your requitall Indeede sir t is most true that a report Is spread alleaging that his loue to mee Was reason of your quarrell and because You shall not thinke I faine it for my glorie That he importun'd me for his Court seruice I le shew you his owne hand set downe in blood To that vaine purpose Good Sir then come in Father I thanke you now a thousand fold Com. May it be worth it to you honour'd daughter Finis Actus secundi Actus Tertij Scena Prima Bucy Tamyra Tam. O My deare seruant in thy close embraces I haue set open all the dores of danger To my encompast honor and my life Before I was secure against death and hell But now am subiect to the hartlesse feare Of euery shadow and of euery breath And would change firmnesse with an aspen leafe So confident a spotlesse conscience is So weake a guilty O the daugerous siege Sin laies about vs and the tyranny He exercises when he hath expugn'd Like to the horror of a winters thunder Mixt with a gushing storme that suffer nothing To stirre abroad on earth but their own rages Is sin when it hath gathered head aboue vs No roofe no shelter can secure vs so But he will drowne our cheeks in feare or woe Buc. Sin is a coward Madam and insults But on our weaknesse in his truest valour And so our ignorance tames vs that we let His shadowes fright vs and like empty clouds In which our faulty apprehensions fordge The formes of Dragons Lions Elephants When they hold no proportion the slie charmes Of the witch policy makes him like a monster Kept onely to shew men for Goddesse money That false hagge often paints him in her cloth Ten times more monstrous than he is in troth In three of vs the secret of our meeting Is onely guarded and three friends as one Haue euer beene esteem'd as our three powers That in our one soule are as one vnited Why should we feare then for my truth I sweare Sooner shall torture be the Sire to pleasure And health be grieuous to men long time sicke Than the deare iewell of your fame in me Be made an outcast to your infamy Nor shall my value sacred to your vertues Onely giue free course to it from my selfe But make it flie out of the mouths of kings In golden vapours and with awfull wings Tam. It rests as all kings seales were set in thee Exit D' Amb. Manet Tamy. Ta. It is not I but vrgent destiny That as great states men for their generall end In politique iustice make poore men offend Enforceth my offence to make it iust What shall weake Dames doe when t'whole worke of Nature Hath a strong finger in each one of vs Needs must that sweep away the silly cobweb Of our still-vndone labours that laies still Our powers to it as to the line the stone Not to the stone the line should be oppos'd We cannot keepe our constant course in vertue What is alike at all parts euery day Differs from other euery houre and minute I euery thought in our false clock of life Oft times inuerts the whole circumference We must be sometimes one sometimes another Our bodies are but thicke clouds to our soules Through which they cannnot shine when they desire When all the starres and euen the sunne himselfe Must stay the vapors times that he exhales Before he can make good his beames to vs O how can we that are but motes to him VVandring at randon in his orderd rayes Disperse our passions fumes with our weake labors That are more thick black than all earths vapors Enter Mont. Mon. Good day my loue what vp and ready too Tam. Both my deare Lord not all this night made I My selfe vnready or could sleepe a winke Mont. Ahlasse what troubled my true loue my peace From being at peace within her better selfe Or how could sleepe forbeare to sease thy beauties VVhen he might challenge them as his iust prise Tam. I am in no powre earthly but in yours To what end should I goe to bed my Lord That wholly mist the comfort of my bed Or how should sleepe possesse my faculties VVanting the proper closer of mine eies Mont. Then will I neuer more sleepe night from thee All mine owne Businesse all the Kings affaires Shall take the day to serue them
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
Of that inscrutable darkenesse where are hid All deepest truths and secrets neuer seene All which I know and command Legions Of knowing spirits that can doe more than these Any of this my guard that circle mee In these blew fires and out of whose dim fumes Vast murmurs vse to breake and from their soundes Articulat voices can doe ten parts more Than open such sleight truths as you require Com. From the last nights black depth I cald vp one Of the inferior ablest ministers And he could not resolue mee send one then Out of thine owne command to fetch the paper That Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry Beh. I will Cartophylax thou that properly Hast in thy power all papers so inscribde Glide through all barres to it and fetch that paper Car. I will a torch remoues Com. Till he returnes great prince of darknesse Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry Are yet encounterd Beh. Both them and the Guise Are now together Com. Shew vs all their persons And represent the place with all their actions Beh. The spirit will strait returne and then I le shew thee See he is come why broughtst thou not the paper Cart. He hath preuented me and got a spirit Rais'd by another great in our command To take the guard of it before I came Beh. This is your slacknesse not t' nuoke our powers When first your acts set foorth to their effects Yet shall you see it and themselues behold They come heere the Earle now holds the paper Ent. Mons. Gui. Mont. Bus. May we not heare them Mons. No be still and see Bus. I will go fetch the paper Com. Do not stir Ther 's too much distance and too many lockes Twixt you them how neere so e're they seeme For any man to interrupt their secrets Tam. O honord spirit flie into the fancie Of my offended Lord and do not let him Beleeue what there the wicked man hath written Pre. Perswasion hath already enterd him Beyond reflection peace till their departure Mons. There is a glasse of inke wherein you see How to make ready black fac't Tragedy You now discerne I hope through all her paintings Her gasping wrinkles and fames sepulchres Gui. Thinke you he faines my Lord what hold you now Doe we maligne your wife or honour you Mons. What stricken dumbe nay fie Lord be not danted Your case is common were it ne're so rare Beare it as rarely now to laugh were manly A woorthy man should imitate the weather That sings in tempests and being cleere is silent Gui. Goe home my Lord and force your wife to write Such louing stuffe to D'Ambois as she vsde When she desir'd his presence Mons. Doe my Lord And make her name her conceald messenger That close and most inennerable Pander That passeth all our studies to exquire By whom conuay the letter to her loue And so you shall be sure to haue him come Within the thirsty reach of your reuenge Before which lodge an ambush in her chamber Behind the arras of your stoutest men All close and soundly armd and let them share A spirit amongst them that would serue a thousand Gui. Yet stay a little see she sends for you Mons. Poore louing lady she 'le make all good yet Thinke you not so my Lord Gui. Ahlas poore soule Mons. This was ill done y'faith Exit Mont. Per. T' was nobly done And I forgiue his Lordship from my soule Mons. Then much good doo 't thee Pero hast a letter Per. I hope it be at least if not a volume Of worthy curses for your periury Mons. Now out vpon her Gui. Let me see my Lord Mons. You shall presently how fares my Pero Whos 's there take in this maid sh 'as caught a clap And fetch my surgeon to her come my Lord We 'l now peruse our letter Exeunt Mons. Guise Per. Furies rise Lead her out Out of the blacke lines and torment his soule Tam. Hath my Lord slaine my woman Beh. No she liues Com. What shall become of vs Beh. All I can say Being cald thus late is briefe and darkly this If D'Ambois mistresse stay not her white hand With his forst bloud he shall remaine vntoucht So father shall your selfe but by your selfe To make this Augurie plainer when the voice Of D'Ambois shall inuoke me I will rise Shining in greater light and shew him all That will betide ye all meane time be wise And let him curb his rage with policy Descendit cum suis Buc. Will he appeare to me when I inuoke him Com. He will be sure Buc. It must be shortly then For his darke words haue tied my thoughts on knots Till he dissolue and free them Tam. In meane time Deare seruant till your powerfull voice reuoke him Be sure to vse the policy he aduis'd Lest fury in your too quicke knowledge taken Of our abuse and your defence of me Accuse me more than any enemy And Father you must on my Lord impose Your holiest charges and the churches power To temper his hot spirit and disperse The cruelty and the bloud I know his hand Will showre vpon our heads if you put not Your finger to the storme and hold it vp As my deare seruant heere must do with Monsieur Bus. I le sooth his plots and strow my hate with smiles Till all at once the close mines of my heart Rise at full date and rush into his bloud I le bind his arme in silke and rub his flesh To make the vaine swell that his soule may gush Into some konnell where it longs to lie And policy shal be flanckt with policy Yet shall the feeling center where wee meet Grone with the wait of my approaching feet I le make th' inspired threshals of his Court Sweat with the weather of my horrid steps Before I enter yet will I appeare Like calme security before a ruine A politician must like lightening melt The very marrow and not Print the skin His waies must not be seene the superficies Of the greene center must not taste his feet When hell is plowd vp with his wounding tracts And all his haruest reap't from hellish facts Finis Actus Quarti Actus Quinti Scena Prima Montsurry bare vnbrac't pulling Tamyra in Comolet One bearing light a standish and paper which sets a Table Com. MY Lord remember that your soule must seeke Her peace as well as your reuengefull bloud You euer to this houre haue prou'd your selfe A noble zealous and obedient sonne T' our holy mother be not an apostate Your wiues offence serues not were it the woorst You can imagine without greater proofes To seuer your eternall bonds and harts Much lesse to touch her with a bloudy hand Nor is it manly much lesse husbandly To expiate any frailty in your wife With churlish strokes or beastly ods of strength The stony birth of clowds will touch no lawrell Nor any sleeper your wife is your lawrell And sweetest sleeper do not touch her
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