still with sorrow mentionde father liude Three carefull yeares in hope of wished heires When I conceiude being from his iealious feare Enioynde to quiet home one fatall day Transported with my pleasure to the chase I forc't command and in pursuite of game Fell from my horse lost both my child and hopes Despaire which only in his loue saw life Worthy of being from a gardners armes Snatcht this vn'ucky brat and call'd it mine When the next yeare repaide my losse with thee But in thy wrongs preseru'd my misery Which that I might diminish though not end My sighes and wet eyes from thy fathers will Bequeathe this largest part of his dominions Of France vnto thee and only left Austracia vnto that changeling whose life affoords Too much of ill 'gainst me to proue my words And call him stranger Thier. Come do not weepe I must nay do beleeue you And in my fathers satisfaction count it Merit not wrong or losse Brun. You do but flatter there 's anger yet flames In your eyes Thier. See I will quench it and confesse that you Haue suffer'd double trauaile for me Brun. You will not fire the house then Thier. Rather reward the author who gaue cause Of knowing such a secret my oath and duty Shall be assurance on 't Brun. Protaldye rise good faithfull seruant heauen knowes How hardly he was drawne to this attempt Enter Protaldye Thier. Protaldye he had a gardners fate I 'le sweare Fell by thy hand Sir we do owe vnto you for this seruice Brun. Why lookest thou so deiected Enter Martell Pro: I want a little shift Lady nothing else Mart. The fires are ready please it your grace withdraw Whilst we performe your pleasure Thier. Reserue them for the body since he had the fate To liue and die a Prince he shall not lose The title in his funerall Exit Mart. His fate to liue a Prince Thou old impiety made vp by lust and mischiefe Exeunt with the body of Theod. Take vp the body Enter Lecure and a seruant Lecure Doest thinke Lefortes sure enough Serua. As bonds can make him I haue turn'd his eyes to the east and left him gaping after the morning starre his head is a meere Astrolobe his eyes stand for the poles the gag in his mouth being the coachman his fiue teeth haue the neerest resemblance to Charles Waine Lecure Thou hast cast a figure which shall raise thee direct my haire a little and in my likenes to him reade a fortune suiting thy largest hopes Serua. You are so far 'Boue likenesse you are the same If you loue mirth perswade him from himselfe 'T is but an Astronomer out of the way And lying will beare the better place for 't Lecure I haue profitabler vse in hand hast to the Queene And tell her how you left me chang'd Exit seruant Who would not serue this vertuous actiue Queene She that loues mischiefe 'boue the man that does it And him aboue her pleasure yet knowes no heauen else Enter Thierry Thier. How well this loanes suits the art I seeke Discouering secret and succeeding fate Knowledge that puts all lower happines on With a remisse and carelesse hand Faire peace vnto your meditations father Lecure The same to you you bring Sir Thier. Drawne by your much fam'd skill I come to know Whether the man who owes this character Shall ere haue issue Lecure A resolution falling with most ease Of any doubt you could haue named he is a Prince Whose fortune you enquire Thier. He is nobly borne Lecure He had a dukedome lately falne vnto him By one call'd brother who has left a daughter Thier. The question is of heires not lands Lecure Heires yes he shall haue heires Thier. Begotten of his body why look'st thou pale Thou canst not suffer in his want Lecure Nor thou I neither can nor will Giue farther knowledge to thee Thier. Thou must I am the man my selfe Thy soueraigne who must owe vnto thy wisedome In the concealing of my barren shame Lecure Your grace doth wrong your stars if this be yours You may haue children Thier. Speake it againe Lecure You may haue fruitefull issue Thier. By whom when how Lecure It was the fatall meanes first strooke my bloud With the cold hand of wonder when I read it Printed vpon your birth Thier. Can there be any way vnsmooth has end So faire and good Lecure We that behold the sad aspects of heauen Leading sence blinded men feele griese enough To know though not to speake their miseries Thier. Sorrow must lose a name where mine finds life If not in thee at least ease paine with speede Which must know no cure else Lecure Then thus The first of femalls which your eye shall meete Before the sun next rise comming from out The Temple of Diana being slaine you liue Father of many sonnes Thier. Callst thou this sadnes can I beget a son Deseruing lesse then to giue recompence Vnto so poore a losse what eare thou art Rest peaceable blest creature borne to be Mother of Princes whose graue shall be more fruitefull Then others marriage bends me thinkes his art Should giue her forme and happy figure to me I long to see my happines he is gone As I remember he named my brothers daughter Were it my mother 't were a gainfull death Could giue Ordellas virtue liuing breath Exeunt Act. 4. Scoe. 1. Enter Thierry and Martell Mart. Your grace is early stirring Thier. How can he sleepe Whose happinesse is lay'd vp in an houre Hee knowes comes stealing toward him o Martell I' st possible the longing bride whose wishes Outrunnes her feares can on that day she is married Consume in slumbers or his armes rust in ease That heares the charge and sees the honor'd purchase Ready to gild his valor Mine is more A power aboue these passions this day France France that in want of issue withers with vs And like an aged riuer runnes his head Into forgotten wayes againe I ransome And his faire course turne right this day Thierry The son of France whose manly powers like prisoners Haue bin tyed vp and fetter'd by one death Giue life to thousand ages this day beauty The enuy of the world pleasure the glory Content aboue the world desire beyond it Are made mine owne and vsefull Mart. Happy woman That dies to do these things Thier. But ten times happier That liues to do the greater o Martell The gods haue hard me now and those that scorn'd me Mothers of many children and blest fathers That see their issues like the stars vnnumber'd Their comfort more then them shall in my prayses Now teach their infants songs and tell their ages From such a son of mine or such a queene That chast Ordella brings me blessed marriage The chaine that linkes two holy loues together And in thee marriage more then blest Ordella That comes so ne're the sacrament it selfe The Preists doubt whether purer Mart. Sir year' lost Thierry I prithee let me be so Mart. The
day weares And those that haue bin offering earely prayers Are now retiring homeward Thier. Stand and marke then Mart. Is it the first must suffer Thier. The first woman Mart. What hand shall do it Sir Thier. This hand Martell For who lesse dare presume to giue the gods An incense of this offering Mart. Would I were she For such a way to die and such a blessing Can neuer crowne my parting Enter 2 men passing ouer Thierry What are those Mart. Men men Sir men Thier. The plagues of men light on vm They crosse my hopes like hares who 's that Enter a Priest Mart. a Priest Sir Thierry Would he were gelt Mart. May not these rascalls serue Sir Well hang'd and quarter'd Thierry No Mart. Here comes a woman Enter Ordella vail'd Thier. Stand and behold her then Mart. I thinke a faire one Thier. Moue not whilst I prepare her may her peace Like his whose innocence the gods are pleas'd with And offering at their altars giues his soule Far purer then those fires pull heauen vpon her You holy powers no humane spot dwell in her No loue of any thing but you and goodnes Tie her to earth feare be a stranger to her And all weake bloods affections but thy hope Let her bequeath to women heare me heauen Giue her a spirrit masculine and noble Fit for your selfes to aske and mee to offer O let her meete my blow doate on her death And as a wanton vine bowes to the pruner That by his cutting off more may encrease So let her fall to raise me fruite haile woman The happiest and the best if thy dull wil Do not abuse thy fortune France ere found yet Ordella She is more then dull Sir lesse and worse then woman That may inherit such an infinite As you propound a greatnesse so neare goodnesse And brings a will to rob her Thier. Tell me this then Was there ere woman yet or may be found That for faire fame vnspotted memory For vertues sake and only for it selfe sake Has or dare make a story Ordella Many dead Sir Liuing I thinke as many Thier. Say the kingdome May from a womans will receiue a blessing The king and kingdome not a priuate safety A generall blessing Lady Ordella A generall curse Light on her hart denies it Thier. Full of honor And such examples as the former ages Were but dim shadowes of and empty figures Ordella You strangely stir me Sir and were my weaknes In any other flesh but modest womans You should not aske more questions may I do it Thier. You may and which is more you must Ordella I ioy in 't Aboue a moderate gladnesse Sir you promise It shall be honest Thier. As euer time discouer'd Ordella Let it be what it may then what it dare I haue a mind will hazarde' it Thier. But harke yee What may that woman merit makes this blessing Ordella Only her duty Sir Thier. 'T is terrible Ordella 'T is so much the more noble Thier. 'T is full of fearefull shaddowes Ordella So is sleepe Sir Or anything that 's meerely ours and mortall We were begotten gods else but those feares Feeling but once the fires of nobler thoughts Fly like the shapes of clouds we forme to nothing Thier. Suppose it death Ordella I do Thier. And endlesse parting With all we can call ours with all our sweetenes With youth strength pleasure people time nay reason For in the silent graue no conuersation No ioyfull tread of friends no voyce of louers No careful fathers counsell nothing's hard Nor nothing is but all obliuion Dust and an endlesse darkenesse and dare you woman Desire this place Ordella 'T is of all sleepes the sweetest Children begin it to vs strong men seeke it And kings from heigth of all their painted glories Fall like spent exhalations to this center And those are fooles that feare it or imagine A few vnhandsome pleasures or lifes profits Can recompence this place and mad that staies it Till age blow out their lights or rotten humors Bring vm despers'd to the earth Thierry Then you can suffer Ordella As willingly as say it Thier. Martell a wonder Here is a woman that dares die yet tel me Are you a wife Ordella I am Sir Thierry And haue children She sighes and weepes Ordella O none Sir Thier. Dare you venter For a poore barren praise you ne're shall heare To part with these sweete hopes Ordella With all but heauen And yet die ful of children he that reades me When I am ashes is my son in wishes And those chast dames that keepe my memory Singing my yearely requiems are my daughters Thier. Then there is nothing wanting but my knowledge And what I must do Lady Ordella You are the king Sir And what you do I 'le suffer and that blessing That you desire the gods showre on the kingdome Thier. Thus much before I strike then for I must kill you The gods haue will'd it so they 'r made the blessing Must make France young agen and me a man Keepe vp your strength still nobly Ordella Feare me not Thier. And meete death like a measure Ordella I am stedfast Thier. Thou shalt be sainted woman and thy tombe Cut out in Cristall pure and good as thou art And on it shall be grauen euery age Succeeding peeres of France that rise by thy fall Tell thou liest there like old and fruitefull nature Darest thou behold thy happinesse Ordella I Dare Sir Thier. Ha Pulls off her vaile lets fall his sword Mart. O Sir you must not do it Thier. No I dare not There is an Angell keepes that paradice A fiery angell friend o vertue vertue Euer and endlesse vertue Ordella Strike Sir strike And if in my poore death faire France may merit Giue me a thousand blowes be killing me A thousand dayes Thier. First let the earth be barren And man no more remembred rise Ordella The nearest to thy maker and the purest That euer dull flesh shewed vs o my hart-strings Exit Mart. I see you full of wonder therefore noblest And truest amongst women I will tell you The end of this strange accident Ordella Amazement Has so much woue vpon my hart that truely I feele my selfe vnfit to heare o Sir My Lord has slighted me Mart. O no sweete Lady Ordella Robd me of such a glory by his pitty And most vnprouident respect Mart. Deare Lady It vvas not meant to you Ordella Else where the day is And houres distinguish time time runnes to ages And ages end the world I had bin spoken Deui. I 'le tell you what it was if but your patience Will giue me hearing Ordella If I haue transgrest Forgiue me Sir Mart. Your noble Lord was counsell'd Grieuing the barrennesse betweene you both And all the kingdome with him to seeke out A man that knew the secrets of the gods He went found such a one and had this answere That if he woo'd haue issue on this morning For this houre was prefixt him
some pills Twenty consulting here about a drench As many here to blood him Then comes a Don of Spaine and he prescribes More cooling opium then would kill a turke Or quench a whore i th dogdayes after him A wise Italian and he cries tie vnto him A woman of fourescore whose bones are marble Whose bloud snow water not so much heate about her As may conceiue a prayer after him An English Doctor with a bunch of pot hearbes And he cries out Endiffe and suckery With a few mallow rootes and butter milke And talkes of oyle made of a churchmans charity Yet still he wakes 1. But your good honor Has a prayers in store if all should faile Bawdh. I could haue prayed and handsomely But age and an ill memory 3. Has spoyl'd your primmer Bawdh. Yet if there be a man of faith i' the Court And can pray for a pension Enter Thierry on a bed with Doctors and attendents 2. Here 's the King Sir And those that will pray without pay Bawdh. Then pray for me too 1. Doct. How does your grace now feele your selfe Thier. What 's that 1. Doct. Nothing at all Sir but your fancy Thier. Tell me Can euer these eyes more shut vp in slumbers Assure my soule there in 〈…〉 And rest for humane labors do not you And all the world as I do out stare time And liue like funerall lampes neuer extinguisht Is there a graue and do not flatter me Nor feare to tell me truth and in that graue Is there a hope I shall sleepe can I die Are not my miseries immortall o The happinesse of him that drinkes his water After his weary day and sleepes for euer Why do you crucifie me thus with faces And gaping strangely vpon one another When shall I rest 2. Doct. O Sir be patient Thier. Am I not patient haue I not endur'd More then a maingy dog among your dosses Am I not now your patient yee can make Vnholesome fooles sleepe for a garded foote-cloth Whores for a hot sin offering yet I must craue That feede ye and protect ye and proclame ye Because my powre is far aboue your searching Are my diseases so can ye cure none But those of equall ignorance dare ye kill me 1. Doct. We do beseech your grace be more reclam'd This talke doth but distemper you Thier. Well I will die In spight of all your potions one of you sleepe Lie downe and sleepe here that I may behold What blessed rest it is my eyes are robde of See he can sleepe sleepe any where sleepe now When he that wakes for him can neuer slumber I' st not a dainty ease 2. Doct. Your grace shall feele it Thier. O neuer I neuer the eyes of heauen See but their certaine motions and then sleepe The rages of the Ocean haue their slumbers And quiet siluer calmes each violence Crownes in his end a peace but my fixt fires Shall neuer neuer set who 's that Enter Martell Brunhalt Denitry souldiers Mart. No woman Ere thou shalt sleepe doest thou see him Brun. Yes and curse him And all that loue him foole and all liue by him Mart. Why art thou such a monster Brun. Why art thou So tame a knaue to aske me Mart. Hope of hell By this faire holy light and all his wrongs Which are aboue thy yeares almost thy vices Thou shalt not rest not feele more what is pitty Know nothing necessary meete no society But what shall curse and crucifie thee feele in thy selfe Nothing but what thou art bane and bad conscience Till this man rest but for whose reuerence Because thou art his mother I would say Whore this shall be do ye nod I le waken ye With my swords point Brun. I wish no more of heauen Nor hope no more but a sufficient anger To torture thee Mart. See she that makes you see Sir And to your misery still see your mother The mother of your woes Sir of your waking The mother of your peoples cries and curses Your murdering mother your malicious mother Thier. Phisitians halfe my state to sleepe an houre now Is it so mother Brun. Yes it is so sonne And vvere it yet againe to do it should be Mart. She nods againe swing her Thier. But mother For yet I loue that reuerence and to death Dare not forget you haue bin so was this This endlesse misery this curelesse malice This snatching from me all my youth together All that you made me for and happy mothers Crownde with eternall time are proud to finish Done by your will Brun It was and by that will Thier. O mother do not lose your 〈…〉 'T is all the soule of woman all the sweetenesse Forget not I beseech you what are children Nor how you are gron'd for vm to what loue They are borne inheritors with what care kept And as they rise to ripenesse still remember How they impe our your age and when time calls you That as an Autum flower you fall forget not How round about your hearse they hang like penons Brun. Holy foole Whose patience to preuent my wrongs has kill'd thee Preach not to me of punishments or feares Or what I ought to be but what I am A woman in her liberall will defeated In all her greatnesse crost in pleasure blasted My angers haue bin laught at my ends slighted And all those glories that had crownd my fortunes Suffer'd by blasted vertue to be scatter'd I am the fruitefull mother of these angers And what such haue done reade and know thy ruine Thier. Heauen forgiue you Mart. She tells you true for milions of her mischiefes Are now apparent Protaldye we haue taken An equall agent with her to whose care After the damnde defeate on you she trusted Enter Messenger The bringing in of Leoner the bastard Sonne to your murder'd brother her phisitian By this time is attacht to that dam'd diuell Messen. 'T is like he will be so for ere we came Fearing an equall iustice for his mischiefes He drench't himselfe Brun. Hee did like one of mine thine Thier. Must I still see these miseries no night To hide me from their horrors that Protaldye See iustice fall vpon Brun. Now I could sleepe too Enter Ordella Mart. I le giue you yet more poppy bring the Lady And heauen in her embraces giue him quiet Madam vnuaile your selfe Ordella I do forgiue you And though you sought my blood yet I le pray for you Brun. Art thou aliue Mart. Now could you sleepe Brun. For euer Mart. Go carry her without winke of sleepe or quiet Where her strong knaue Protaldye 's broke oth wheele And let his cries and rores be musicke to her I meane to waken her Thier. Do her no wrong Mart. Nor right as you loue iustice Brun. I will thinke And if there be new curses in old nature I haue a soule dare send vm Mart. Keepe her waking Exit Brunhalt Thier. What 's that appeares so sweetely there 's that face Mart. Be moderate Lady Thier. That angells face Mart. Go nearer Thier. Martell I cannot last long see the soule I see it perfectly of my Ordella The heauenly figure of her sweetenes there Forgiue me gods it comes diuinest substance Kneele kneele kneele euery one Saint of thy sexe If it be for my cruelty thou comest Do ye see her hoe Mart. Yes sir and you shall know her Thier. Downe downe againe to be reueng'd for blood Sweete spirit I am ready she smiles on me O blessed signe of peace Mart. Go neerer Lady Ordella I come to make you happy Thierry Heare you that sirs She comes to crowne my soule away get sacrifice Whilst I with holy honors Mart. She 's aliue Sir Thierry In euerlasting life I know it friend O happy happy soule Ordella Alas I liue Sir A mortall woman still Thierry Can spirits weepe too Mart. She is no spirit Sir pray kisse her Lady Be very gentle to him Thier. Stay she is warme Are you the same Ordella still Mart. The same Sir Whom heauens and my good angell staid from ruine Thier. Kisse me agen Ordel. The same still still your seruant Thier. 'T is she I know her now Martell sit downe sweete O blest and happiest woman a dead slumber Begins to creepe vpon me o my iewell Enter Messenger and Memberge Ordella O sleepe my Lord Thier. My ioyes are too much for me Messen. Brunhalt impatient of her constraint to see Protaldie tortur'd has chokt her selfe Mart. No more her sinnes go with her Thier. Loue I must die I faint close vp my glasses 1. Doct. The Queene faints too and deadly Thier. One dying kisse Ordella My last Sir and my dearest and now Close my eyes too Thier. Thou perfect woman Martell the kingdome 's yours take Memberge to you And keepe my liue aliue nay weepe not Lady Take me I go Ordella Take me too farwell honor dies both 2. Doct. They are gone for euer Mart. The peace of happy soules go after vm Beare vm vnto their last beds whilst I study A tombe to speake their loues whilst old Time lasteth I am your King in sorrowes Omnes We your subiects Mart. Deuitry for your seruice he neere vs Whip out these instruments of this mad mother From Court and all good people and because She was borne noble let that title find her A priuate graue but neither tonge nor honor And now leade on they that shall read this story Shall find that vertue liues in good not glory Exeunt Omnes FINIS