vertue Doe that you could not doe not being a King Henr. Brother I know your suit these wilfull murthers Are euer past our pardon Mons. Manly slaughter Should neuer beare th account of wilfull murther It being a spice of iustice where with life Offending past law equall life is laid In equall ballance to scourge that offence By law of reputation which to men Exceedes all positiue law and what that leaues To true mens valours not prefixing rights Of satisfaction suited to their wrongs A free mans eminence may supplie and take Henr. This would make euerie man that thinks him wrongd Or is offended or in wrong or right Lay on this violence and all vaunt themselues Law-menders and suppliers though meere Butchers Should this fact though of iustice be forgiuen Mons. O no my Lord it would make Cowards feare To touch the reputations of full men When only they are left to impe the law Iustice will soone distinguish murtherous mindes From iust reuengers Had my friend beene slaine His enemie suruiuing he should die Since he had added to a murther'd fame Which was in his intent a murthered man And this had worthily beene wilfull murther But my friend only sau'd his fames deare life Which is aboue life taking th'vnder value Which in the wrong it did was forfeit to him And in this fact only preserues a man In his vprightnesse worthie to suruiue Millions of such as murther men aliue Henr. Well brother rise and raise your friend withall From death to life and D'Ambois let your life Refin'd by passing through this merited death Be purg'd from more such foule pollution Nor on your scape nor valour more presuming To be againe so violent Buss. My Lord I loth as much a deede of vniust death As law it selfe doth and to Tyrannise Because I haue a little spirit to date And power to doe as to be Tyranniz'd This is a grace that on my knees redoubled I craue to double this my short lifes gift And shall your royall bountie Centuple That I may so make good what God and nature Haue giuen mee for my good since I am free Offending no iust law let no law make By any wrong it does my life her slaue When I am wrong'd and that law failes to right me Let me be King my selfe as man was made And doe a iustice that exceedes the law If my wrong passe the power of single valour To right and expiate then be you my King And doe a Right exceeding Law and Nature Who to himselfe is law no law doth neede Offends no King and is a King indeede Henr. Enioy what thou intreat'st we giue but ours Buss. What you haue giuen my Lord is euer yours Exit Rex cum Beau. Gui. Mort dieu who would haue pardon'd such a murther Mons. Now vanish horrors into Court attractions Exit For which let this balme make thee fresh and faire Buss. How shall I quite your loue Mons. Be true to the end I haue obtain'd a Kingdome with my friend Exit Montsur Tamyra Beaupre Pero Charlotte Pyrha Mont. He will haue pardon sure Tam. T were pittie else For though his great spirit something ouerflow All faults are still borne that from greatnesse grow But such a sudden Courtier saw I neuer Beau. He was too sudden which indeede was rudenesse Tam. True for it argued his no due conceit Both of the place and greatnesse of the persons Nor of our sex all which we all being strangers To his encounter should haue made more maners Deserue more welcome Mont. All this fault is found Because he lou'd the Dutchesse and left you Tam. Ahlas loue giue her ioy I am so farre From Enuie of her honour that I sweare Had he encounterd me with such proud sleight I would haue put that proiect face of his To a more test than did her Dutchesship Be. Why by your leaue my Lord I le speake it heere Although she be my ante she scarce was modest When she perceiued the Duke her husband take Those late exceptions to her seruants Courtship To entertaine him Tam. I and stand him still Letting her husband giue her seruant place Though he did manly she should be a woman Enter Guise D'Ambois is pardond wher 's a king where law See how it runnes much like a turbulent sea Heere high and glorious as it did contend To wash the heauens and make the stars more pure And heere so low it leaues the mud of hell To euery common view come count Montsurry We must consult of this Tam. Stay not sweet Lord Mont. Be pleased I le strait returne Exit cum Guise Tamy. Would that would please me Beau. I le leaue you Madam to your passions I see ther 's change of weather in your lookes Exit cum suis Tamy. I cannot cloake it but as when a fume Hot drie and grosse within the wombe of earth Or in her superficies begot When extreame cold hath stroke it to her heart The more it is comprest the more it rageth Exceeds his prisons strength that should containe it And then it tosseth Temples in the aire All barres made engines to his insolent fury So of a sudden my licentious fancy Riots within me not my name and house Nor my religion to this houre obseru'd Can stand aboue it I must vtter that That will in parting breake more strings in me Than death when life parts and that holy man That from my cradle counseld for my soule I now must make an agent for my bloud Enter Monsieur Mons. Yet is my Mistresse gratious Tamy. Yet vnanswered Mons. Pray thee regard thine owne good if not mine And cheere my Loue for that you do not know What you may be by me nor what without me I may haue power t' aduance and pull downe any Tamy. That 's not my study one way I am sure You shall not pull downe me my husbands height Is crowne to all my hopes and his retiring To any meane state shal be my aspiring Mine honour 's in mine owne hands spite of kings Mons. Honour what 's that your second maidenhead And what is that a word the word is gone The thing remaines the rose is pluckt the stalke Abides an easie losse where no lack 's found Beleeue it ther 's as small lacke in the losse As there is paine i th losing archers euer Haue two strings to a bow and shall great Cupid Archer of archers both in men and women Be worse prouided than a common archer A husband and a friend all wise wiues haue Tamy. Wise wiues they are that on such strings depend With a firme husband weighing a dissolute friend Mons. Still you stand on your husband so doe all The common sex of you when y are encounterd With one ye cannot fancie all men know You liue in court heere by your owne election Frequenting all our solemne sports and triumphs All the most youthfull companie of men And wherefore doe you this To please your husband T is grosse and
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
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