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The Queene of Arragon A tragi-comedie.
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Habington, William, 1605-1654.
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what a begger wealth How scorn'd a nothing that proud state we doate on Time laughes us out of greatnesse and shuts up Our wide designes in a darke narrow roome Whence when the valiant Monarch shall creepe forth He will like some poore coward hide his eyes And hope to scoulke away But these are thoughts And now 't is time for Action Enter Souldier to Decastro Soul If your Lordship Will please for some few moments to retire Into your tent her Majestie in person Will give you parly here Decast. In person sir The favour beares some omen she who in The tempest of misfortune still did spread Her saile at large why doth she strike them now The winde so prosperous This is a descent Beneath her greatnesse Souldier I reach not my Lord The misteries of Princes but this message She charg'd me to returne Decast. The Acts of Princes Are govern'd often by as fraile a Passion As those are of the vulgar the same rage That stirres two footmen to a fray creates Warre betweene Kingdomes but the zealous subject Gazing a farre on th' actions of the proud Finds towres and Lyons in an emptie cloud But I le obey her leisure Watch you here Till you discover her advanc'd this way Exit Decast. Enter Ascanio Florentio Floren. Sir you created me and rais'd me up Toth ' state of Duke when I was common dust And had not fortune given me interest i th' favour of the Queene I had continued In the worst fate of man ingratitude Now I can boast I have restored you backe A love rich as the bounty you showred on me 'T is all the stocke of my poore life Ascanio Sad fate That I must wound thee to the heart to cure My Leprosie with thy blood Florentio search i th' stocke of women there 's some other beauty Floren. O no! no other Ascanio I le endow her with The wealth of all Castile Floren. Poore emptie nothing Ascan. If Soveraignetie be th' Idoll of thy soule I will devide my Kingdome thou shalt raigne As independant as my selfe Floren. Great sir Continue but your favour and my starres Cannot afford a greatnesse equalls it The treasures of th' ambitious are the scorne Of those who seriously contemplate life My fortunes high enough And now my thoughts Grow temperate not for th' Empire of the East Which yet retaines the treasures man enjoy'd Ere he grew blacke with sinne would I have wanted This blest occasion to expresse the zeale I owe my Prince Here with as free a soule I give her to your Armes as ere you threw A smile upon my service Ascanio Thankes deere friend That word must speake our loves by this great gift Thou hast redeem'd me from the torture and Possest me of the fairest Floren. O! Ascanio The fairest Nature ere made for wonder Floren. She is faire Ascanio Injoying her thy King shall live who else Were desperate beyond cure He shall be envied And every yeare as age threatens decay He shall regaine new life from her Florentio Beleev 't there 's miracle in such a beauty Floren. Surely there is Enter Queene Sanmar Oniate Cleantha Floriana And see sh' appeares How like some heavenly vision That kills with too much glorie Ascanio Stand still and wonder with me Queene Cleantha O the prodigie And how Wilt thou endure his serious face Canst thou Whom nothing tempted but wit parcell guilt And the last fashion suffer Oniate Clean. Madam I undertake him for a pennance Perhaps he was enjoyned me Queene It was love You went to shrift with then And yet how that Young wanton idlenesse should counsell you To this conversion still is more my riddle Clean. The Court is full of wonders Madam and T is hansome to doe things extravagant Queen But how in th' heate of warre your thoughts should be So apt for loves impression Clean. Love will dance As nimbly to the Trumpet Fife or Drum As to those many Violins which play So loud at Court Moreover it concern'd My safety I so streightly was beseig'd And by so strong a Caesar Queen O my Lord I am inform'd with how fierce a spirit You doe assault our Ladies Sanmar. Pray your mercie And if your Majestie will please to banish The Art of making love quite from the Court I le not be out of fashion Queen For your sake I will contrive it so And good my Lord Will you begin th' example you will see How soone the fine young Lords will follow you Your pardon sir had I but seene your highnesse I had not lost so much of language from A most expressive gratitude Ascanio Madam you pay a triviall debt with too great intrest For how contem'd a slightnesse was my life Untill imploy'd to serve you Florentio She glanced this way And Loves Artillery playd from her eye Unhappie banchrout what a Kingdome have I forfeited So often in a calme Some vessell rich in fraught and proud in saile Doth spring a sudden leake and sinckes for ever Ascanio But Madam is there hope your heart can yeeld To an exchange in love My title 's good Florentio having given up his claime Enter Decostro c. Queen But sir th' estate is still my owne nor have I neede to sell it But Decastro's here And if your Majestie will daigne your presence Unto the parley 't will advance the honour And purpose of our meeting Ascanio I 'me your servant Queen My Lord you see how neere the safetie of Our subjects toucheth us We can stoope thus Beneath our Majestie and enter parley Even with a Rebell Decast. Madam 't is in vaine To hold dispute gainst what you will condemne And it were insolence to boast my power Or speake my right now when the hearts of all men Confirme the justice of my taking Armes Cast but your eye on this vast body which The Kingdome doth unite in my defence And see how ruinous is your errour that Must leane to forraigne succors Queen T is a refuge Your practice forc't me to Decast. But would your highnesse Had lent a gentler ear the safe counsell Of him who had no crime but too much love Ascanio My Lord that word fell rudely from your tongue And I may say unmannerly T is duty You owe the Queene Decast. Right sir an humble duty Ambitious to expose my life to dangers Greater than any other soule dares fancie Ascanio Pray stay Florention this is now my cause And I proud man will tell you your great heart Doth want expansion to receive a love Worthy her scorne Decast. And I will answere you Proud Monarch of Castile what mold Soever Nature casts me in my mind Is vaster than your empire And I can Love equally with him whose name did Conquer Kingdomes as large as yours Ascanio Your Majestie Must licence here my rage to teach his folly Presumptuous folly a submisse repentance Decast. Sir here I stand prepar'd A shout within Queen What noise is that Oniate The Cities all in Mutinie and vow To
no vanitie Be started up but my fond Lady must Be melancholly and take physick till She get into it Clean. Why You envie then Us our owne trouble Keepe us from the expence And leave us to our discontent for pennance Oniat. No I would have the minde serene Without All passion though a masque should be presented And you i th' Country I must have you wise To know your beauty mortall which you must Preserve to warme my eye not ayde by Arts To keepe the Courtiers wit in exercise From his so practis'd flattery your care Must turne with a brave scorne and when his eye Doth offer parley seeme so ignorant As not to understand the language Clean. Sir You haply will debarre us our she friends too Oniate As secret enemies who 'se first betray you Clean. You le not allow us wearied of our husbands To send them on discovery of new worlds Or if we take a toy our selves to travell Perhaps to Barbary or Tartary Or the remotest parts Oniate To Bedlam sooner Clean. Or if our Sexe should warrant it by custome To play at Tennice or runne at the Ring Or any other Martiall exercize I feare me scrupulous sir you will condemne it As dangerous to my honour Oniate Sure I should Clean. I then perceive small hope of our agreement Oniate But I a confidence For I discerne How much you loath these follies you pretend Clean. Good sir no more of this so kind mistake You le finde some other Ladie more deserves it And I aspire not to the honour Oniate I le try yet farther Exeunt Oniate Cleantha Enter Lerma and Velasco Lerma My Lord you offer nobly Velasco T is a steppe Beneath Florentio's greatnesse whether you His birth consider or his place Sir the Queene By natures seated and her high deserts Where onely mighty soules such as the Generalls May offer to aspire Lerma My Lord your laps To this proud language is so injurious that I must be forc't to purge the humor That The Lord Florentio offers by a duell To shew no man can have fairer pretence To serve the Queene must be allowed But that You dare cast disregard upon this Lord Although a stranger urgeth me to' intreate Y 'ould draw your sword Velasco It hath seene light and made Way through an Armie when fond victory Smil'd on our enemies It hath done wonders When the thicke troopes of Moores invaded us It feares no opposition Lerma Shew th' effect of 't Velasco Not in a cause so triviall Each small breath Disturbs the quiet of poore shallow waters But winds must arme themselves ere the large sea Is seene to tremble Pray your pardon sir I must not throw away my courage on A cause so triviall Lerma As you please my Lord But to omit all circumstance you bring A challenge to my Lord Ascanio The reason of the Lord Florentio's anger A rivallship in Love Velasco You speake it right Lerma I le bring you backe his resolution Before you have attended many minutes Velasco Sir 't will be descent for my nature knowes Not how to waite And if no delayes Be used 't will shew a fierce valour in him And happily prevent discovery For you may easily conjecture that A Generalls absence soone will wake the eye Of the suspicious Souldier Lerma Is my Lord In readinesse Velasco He walkes not far from hence Lerma You shall have use then but of a short patience Exit Velasco It will be gratefull to us sir My Lord Enter Florentio Floren. And will Ascanio meete Velasco Immediately Floren. I had no other way Yet this is rough And Justice whispers t is unsafe to treade it If to love her be sinfull what am I How dare I call his passion to the barre And nourish it my selfe Why may not he Who hath as bold a fortune entertaine As bold a love and in the fate of warre Having outgone by service why not then Present it to the selfe-same Altar But We cannot harbour both in the same Port Or he or I am shipwrack'd for the storme Is rais'd and to appease it death must be The sacrifice Enter Lerma Velasco My Lord here is the second This stranger dares not meete with your great spirit Floren. Suspect him not my Lord He hath a courage Above the sense of feare Well sir your answere Lerma My Lord Ascanio could have wisht his life Might have beene destind to a happier purpose And charged me tell your Lordship that he had Much rather have beene lost with common dust In the cheape Churchyard than endanger'd fame In this great duell Floren. Sir explaine his reasons Lerma He calls to his sad thoughts the mischefes which This Kingdom needes must fall into when you Shall perish by his sword certainely You cannot scape it thus provoking death Then to what ruine may the Queene whose safety You both have labour'd be engaged He could With patience almost suffer on his name The infamie of coward rather than Hazard the quiet of her estate But you Floren. Let me consider T is an idle rage That heates me to this quarrell Let her fate Remaine unshaken though she choose my foe Into her love and bosome If she live Above the feare of ruine I am mighty Mighty enough though by my griefes growne feeble And weakned too diseases fright the healthy I will referre my cause and life to her And ne're dispute it by the sword Velasco My Lord Floren. Velasco I am safe enough against The taint of Coward Spaine beares witnesse that I dare as farre as honour dares give warrant But in this cause Velasco My Lord you 'le lose the glory Of all your former Actions and become The mirth of Courtiers empty things who braule Not fight if you returne after a challenge Without performance Floren. T is a serious truth Velas. Moreover this young Gentleman hath hope To talke you from your resolution The Lord Ascanio will too much exult If this way too he can orecome you Floren. It must not be sir tell my Lord I waite His leisure Lerma And your Lordship shall not have Reason to thinke it long Prepare your selfe His onely prayer is now that when he comes There may be no discourse to take up time He hath desire the businesse may be all What he can say hath beene by me delivered Exit Floren. We will obey him Tyrant Love Why is Thy crueltie so wanton to delight In murder Like that impious Roman Prince Thou joyest to smother whom thou lov'st in Roses And stifle them with the choysest perfumes But This is no place for reason She may hold Dispute in sober schooles where studie raises The soule to knowledge Here 's the Theater For the bruite part of man to fight his last I must redeeme the Laurell fortune crown'd His Temples with or perish in th' attempt My fate decrees it Enter Ascanio and Lerma Lerma Here 's my Lord Ascanio Floren. Why doth he turne his face away as if He durst not looke on