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
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
my loue See here 's the Guises Duches The Countesse of Mountsurreaue Beaupres come I 'le enseame thee Ladies y' are too many to be in Counsell I haue heere a friend that I would gladlie enter in your Graces Duch. If you enter him in our Graces me thinks by his blunt behauiour he should come out of himselfe Tam. Has he neuer beene Courtier my Lord Mons. Neuer my Ladie Beaup. And why did the Toy take him in th' head now D'Amb. T is leape yeere Ladie and therefore verie good to enter a Courtier Tam. The man 's a Courtier at first sight D'Amb. I can sing prickesong Ladie at first sight and why not be a Courtier as suddenly Beaup. Heere 's a Courtier rotten before he be ripe D'Amb. Thinke mee not impudent Ladie I am yet no Courtier I desire to be one and would gladly take entrance Madam vnder your Princely Colours Gui. Sir know you me D'Amb. My Lord Gui. I know not you Whom doe you serue D'Amb. Serue my Lord Gui. Go to Companion Your Courtship 's too saucie D'Amb. Saucie Companion T is the Guise but yet those termes might haue beene spar'd of the Guiserd Companion Hee 's iealous by this light are you blinde of that side Sir I le to her againe for that Forth Madam for the honour of Courtship Gui. Cease your Courtshippe or by heauen I le cut your throat D'Amb. Cut my throat cut a whetstone good Accius Noeuius doe as much with your tongue as he did with a Rasor cut my throat Gui. I le doe 't by this hand D'Amb. That hand dares not doe 't y 'aue cut too many Throates alreadie Guise and Robb'd the Realme of Many thousand Soules more precious than thine owne Come Madam talke on Sfoote can you not talke Talke on I say more Courtship as you loue it Enter Barrisor L' Anou Pyrlot Bar. What new-come Gallant haue wee heere that dares mate the Guise thus L' An. Sfoote t is D'Ambois The Duke mistakes him on my life for some Knight of the new edition D'Amb. Cut my throat I would the King fear'd thy cutting of his throat no more than I feare thy cutting of mine Gui. So Sir so Pyr. Heere 's some strange distemper Bar. Heere 's a sudden transmigration with D'Ambois out of the Knights ward into the Duches bed L'An. See what a Metamorphosis a braue suit can worke Pyr. Slight step to the Guise and discouer him Bar. By no meanes let the new suit worke wee 'll see the issue Gui. Leaue your Courtship D'Amb. I will not I say mistresse and I will stand vnto it that if a woman may haue three seruants a man may haue threescore mistresses Gui. Sirha I le haue you whipt out of the Court for this insolence D'Amb. Whipt Such another syllable out a th' presence if thou dar'st for thy Dukedome Gui. Remember Poultron Mons. Pray thee forbeare Buss. Passion of death Were not the King heere he should strow the Chamber like a rush Mons. But leaue Courting his wife then Buss. I will not I le Court her in despight of him Not Court her Come Madam talke on Feare me nothing Well maist thou driue thy master from the Court but neuer D'Ambois Mons. His great heart will not downe t is like the Sea That partly by his owne internall heat Partly the starr's dailie and nightly motion Ardor and light and partly of the place The diuers frames And chiefly by the Moone Bristled with surges neuer will be wonne No not when th' hearts of all those powers are burst To make retreat into his setled home Till he be croun'd with his owne quiet fome Henr. You haue the mate Another Gui. No more Exit Guise after him the King Mons. whispering Bar. Why heer 's the Lion skard with the throat of a dunghill Cocke a fellow that has newlie shak'd off his shackles Now does he crow for that victorie L' An. T is one of the best Iigges that euer was acted Pry. Whom does the Guise suppose him to be troe L' An. Out of doubt some new denizond Lord and thinks that suit come new out a th' Mercers bookes Bar. I haue heard of a fellow that by a fixt imagination looking vpon a Bulbaiting had a visible paire of hornes grew out of his forhead and I beleeue this Gallant ouerioied with the conceit of Monsieurs cast suit imagines himselfe to be the Monsieur L' An And why not as well as the Asse stalking in the Lions case beare himselfe like a Lion roaring all the huger beasts out of the Forrest Pry. Peace he lookes this way Bar. Marrie let him looke sir what will you say now if the Guise be gone to fetch a blanquet for him L' An. Faith I beleeue it for his honour Pyr. But if D'Ambois carrie it cleane Bar. True when he curuets in the blanquet Pyr. I marie sir L' An. Sfoote see how he stares on 's Bar. Lord blesse vs let 's away Buss. Now sir take your full view how does the Obiect please ye Bar. If you aske my opinion sir I thinke your suit sits as well as if 't had beene made for you Buss. So sir and was that the subiect of your ridiculous ioilitie L' An. What 's that to you sir Buss. Sir I haue obseru'd all your fleerings and resolue your selues yee shall giue a strickt account for 't Enter Brisac Melynell Pyr. O strange credulitie Doe you thinke your selfe Such a singular subiect for laughter that none can fall into Our meriment but you Bar. This iealousie of yours sir confesses some close defect in your selfe that wee neuer dream'd of L An. We held discourse of a perfum'd Asse that being disguis'd with a Lions case imagin'd himselfe a Lion I hope that toucht not you Buss. So sir Your descants doe maruellous well fit this ground wee shall meete where your Buffonly laughters will cost ye the best blood in your bodies Bar. For lifes sake let 's be gone hee 'll kill 's outright Buss. Goe at your pleasures I le be your Ghost to haunt you and yee sleepe an 't hang mee L' An. Goe goe sir Court your mistresse Pyr. And be aduis'd we shall haue odds against you Buss. Tush valour stands not in number I le maintaine it that one man may beat three boies Bris. Nay you shall haue no ods of him in number sir hee 's a gentleman as good as the proudest of you and yee shall not wrong him Bar. Not sir Mely. Not sir Though he be not so rich hee 's a better man than the best of you And I will not endure it L' An. Not you sir Bris. No sir nor I Buss. I should thanke you for this kindnesse if I thought these perfum'd muske-Cats being out of this priuiledge durst but once mew at vs Bar. Does your confident spirit doubt that sir Come follow vs and trie L'An. Come sir wee 'll lead you a dance Exeunt Finis Actus primi Actus secundi Scena prima Henry Guise
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
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