best though it be mighty That 's purchas'd by the ruine of another Nor can the peace so filch'd ever thrive with them And if 't be worthily held Sacriledge To rob a Temple 't is no less offence To ravish meditations from the Soul The consecrated Altar in a man And all their hopes will be beguil'd in me I know no more the way to temporal Rule Then he that 's born and has his years come to him In a rough desart well may the weight kill me And that 's the fairest good I look for from it Vor. Not so great King here stoops a faithful servant Would sooner perish under it with cheerfulness Then your meek Soul should feel oppression Of ruder cares such common coarse employments Cast upon me your servant upon Vortiger I see you are not made for noise and pains Clamours of Suitors Injuries and Redresses Millions of Actions rising with the Sun Like Laws still ending and yet never done Of power to turn a great man to the state Of his marble Monument with over-watching To be oppress'd is not requir'd of you my Lord But only to be King the broken sleeps Let me take from you Sir the toyls and troubles All that is burthenous in Authority Please you lay it on me and what is glorious Receive it to your own brightness Con. Worthy Vortiger If 't were not sin to grieve anothers patience With what we cannot tolerate our self How happy were I in thee and thy love There 's nothing makes man feel his miseries But knowledge only reason that is plac'd For mans director is his chief afflictor For though I cannot bear the weight my self I cannot have that barrenness of remorse To see another groan under my burthen Vor. I am quite blown up a conscionable way There 's even a trick of murthering in some pity The death of all my hopes I see already There was no other likelihood for Religion Was never friend of mine yet Con. Holy Partners in strictest abstinence Cruel necessity hath forc'd me from you We part I fear for ever but in mind I will be always here here let me stay Devon My Lord you know the times Con. Farewel blest Souls I fear I shall offend Ex. all but Vor He that draws tears from you takes your best frend Vor. Can the great motion of Ambition stand Like wheels false wrought by an unskilful hand Then time stand thou too let no hopes arrive At their sweet wishfulness till mine set forwards Would I could stay the existence as I can Thy glassie counterfeit in hours of sand I 'ld keep thee turn'd down till my wishes rose Then wee 'ld both rise together What several Inclinations are in nature How much is he disquieted and wears Royalty Disdainfully upon him like a Curse Calls a fair Crown the weight of his afflictions When here 's a Soul would sink under the burthen Yet well recovered I will use all means To vex authority from him and in all Study what most may discontent his bloud Making my Masque my Zeal to the publick good Not possible a richer policy Can have conception in the thought of man Enter two Grasiers 1 Gra. An honourable life enclose your Lordship Vor. Now what are you 2 Gra. Grasiers if 't like your Lordship Vor. So it should seem by your Enclosures What 's your affair with me 1 Gra. We are your Petitioners My Lord Vor. For what depart Petitioners to me You have well deserved my grace and favour have you not a Ruler After your own Election hye you to Court Get neer and close be loud and bold enough You cannot chuse but speed Exit 2 Gra. If that will doe 't We have throats wide enough wee 'l put them to 't Exeunt Dumb show Fortune discovered in her hand a round Ball full of Lots then enters Hengist and Horsus with others they draw Lots and having opened them all depart save Hengist and Horsus who kneel and embrace then enter Roxena seeming to take leave of Hengist in great passion but more especially and warily of Horsus her Lover she departs one way Hengist and Horsus another Enter Raynulph Ray. When Germany was over-grown With Sons of peace too thickly sown Several guides were chosen then By destin'd Lots to lead out men And they whom Fortune here withstands Must prove their Fates in other Lands On these two Captains fell the Lot But that which must not be forgot Was Roxena's cunning grief Who from her Father like a thief Hid her best and truest tears Which her lustful Lover wears In many a stoln and wary kiss Unseen of Father Maids do this Yet highly scorn to be call'd Strumpets too But what they lack of 't I 'le be judg'd by you Exit Enter Vortiger Feltmonger Button-maker Grasier Petitioners Vor. This way his Majesty comes All Thank your good Lordship Vor. When you hear you door open All Very good my Lord Vor. Be ready with your several suits put forward Gres. That 's a thing every man does naturally Sir That is a Suitor and doth mean to speed Vor. 'T is well you are so deep learn'd take no denials All No my good Lord Vor. Not any if you love The prosperity of your Suits you marre all utterly And overthrow your fruitful hopes for ever If either fifth or sixth nay tenth repulse Fasten upon your bashfulness All Say you so my Lord We can be troublesome if we list Vor. I know it I felt it but too late in the general summe Of your ranck Brother-hood which now I thank you for While this vexation is in play I 'le study For a second then a third to that one still To vex another that he shall be glad To yield up power if not it shall be had Exit But. Hark I protest my heart was coming upwards I thought the door had opened Gras. Marry would it had Sir But. I have such a treacherous heart of my own 't will throbb At the very fall of a Farthingale Gras. Not if it fall on the rushes But. Yes truly if there be no light in the room I shall throbb presently The first time it took me my wife was in the company I remember the room was not half so light as this But I 'le be sworn I was a whole hour in finding her Gras. Berlady y 'had a long time of throbbing of it then But. Still I felt men but I could feel no women I thought they had been all sunk I have made a Vox for 't I 'le never have meeting while I live by Candle-light again Gras. Yes Sir in Lanthorns But. Yes Sir in Lanthorns But I 'le never trust candle naked again Gras. Hark hark stand close it opens now indeed Enter Constantius and two Gentlemen But. Oh Majesty what art thou I 'ld give any man Half my Suit to deliver my petition It is in the behalf Of Button-makers and so it seems by my flesh Con. Pray do not follow me unless you do it To wonder
Vortimer and crown'd him King But she soon poyson'd that sweet Spring Then unto Rule they did restore Vortiger and him they swore Against the Saxons they constrain'd Begg'd Peace Treaty and obtain'd And now in numbers equally Upon the Plain neer Salisbury A peaceful meeting they decreen Like men of love no Weapon seen But Hengist that ambitious Lord Full of guil corrupts his word As the sequel too well proves On that your eyes on us your loves Exit Enter Hengist with Saxons Heng. If we let slip this opportuneful hour Take leave of fortune certainty or thought Of ever fixing we are loose at root And the least storm may rend us from the bosom Of this Lands hopes for ever But dear Saxons Fasten we now and our unshaken firmness Will endure after Ages Sax. We are resolv'd my Lord Heng. Observe you not how Vortiger the King Base in submission threatned our expulsion His arm held up against us Is it not time To make our best prevention what should check me He has perfected that great work in our Daughter And made her Queen she can ascend no higher Therefore be quick dispatch here every man Receive into the service of his Vengeance An instrument of Steel which will unseen Lurk like a snake under the innocent shade Of a spred Summer-leaf there fly you on Take heart the Commons love us those remov'd That are the nerves our greatness stands improv'd Sax. Give us the word my Lord and we are perfect Heng. That 's true the word I lose my self Nemp your Sexes It shall be that Sax. Enough Sir then we strike Heng. But the King 's mine take heed you touch him not Sax. We shall not be at leasure never fear it We shall have work enough of our own my Lord Enter Vortiger and British Lords Heng. Calm looks but stormy souls possess you all Vor. We see you keep your words in all points firm Heng. No longer may we beast of so much breath As goes to a words making then of care In the preserving of it when 't is made Vor. Y' are in a vertuous way my Lord of Kent And since both sides are met like Sons of peace All other arms laid by in signs of favour If our conditions be embrac'd Heng. They are Vor. We 'le use no other but these only here Heng. Nempe your Sexes Brit. Treason treason Heng. Follow it to the heart my trusty Saxons It is your liberty your wealth and honour Soft you are mine my Lord Vor. Take me not basely when all sence strength Lies bound up in amazement at this treachery What Devil hath breath'd this everlasting part Of falshood into thee Heng. Let it suffice I have you and will hold you Prisoner As fast as death holds your best props in silence We know the hard conditions of our peace Slavery or diminution which we hate With a joynt loathing may all perish thus That seek to subjugate or lessen us Vor. Oh the strange nooks of guil or subtilty When man so cunningly lyes hid from man Who could expect such treason from thy breast Such thunder from thy voice or takest thou pride To imitate the fair uncertainty Of a bright day that teemes a sudden storm When the world least expects one but of all I 'le ne're trust fair skie in a man again There 's the deceitful weather will you heap More guilt upon you by detaining me Like a Cup taken after a sore surfeit Even in contempt of health and heaven together What seek you Heng. Ransom for your Liberty As I shall like of or you ne're obtain it Vor. Here 's a most headlong dangerous ambition Sow you the seeds of your aspiring hopes In bloud and treason and must I pay for them Heng. Have not I rais'd you to this height of pride A work of my own merie since you enforce it Vor. There 's even the general thanks of all Aspirers When they have all a Kingdom can impart They write above it still their own desert Heng. I have writ mine true my Lord Vor. That 's all their sayings Have not I rais'd thy daughter to a Queen Heng. You have the harmony of your pleasure for it You Crown your own desires what 's that to me Vor. And what will Crown yours Sir Heng. Faith things of reason I demand Kent Vor. Why y'have the Earldom of it Heng. The Kingdom of 't I mean without controul In full possession Vor. This is strange in you Heng. It seems y' are not acquainted with my bloud To call this strange Vor. Never was King of Kent But who was general King Heng. I 'le be the first then Every thing has beginning Vor. No less Title Heng. Not if you hope for liberty my Lord So dear a happiness would not be wrong'd with slighting Vor. Very well take it I resign it Heng. Why I thank your Grace Vor. Is your great thirst yet satisfied Heng. Faith my Lord There 's yet behind a pair of teeming Sisters Norfolk and Suffolk and I have done with you Vor. Y'have got a dangerous thirst of late my Lord How e're you came by it Heng. It behoves me then For my blouds health to seek all means to quench it Vor. Them too Heng. There will nothing be abated I assure you Vor. You have me at advantage he whom fate Does captivate must yield to all take them Heng. And you your liberty and peace my Lord With our best love and wishes Here 's an hour Begins us Saxons in wealth fame and power Exit cum suis. Vor. Are these the noblest fruits and fairest requitals From works of our own raising Methinks the murther of Constantius Speaks to me in the voice of it and the wrongs Of our late Queen slipp'd both into one Organ Enter Horsus Ambition hell my own undoing lust And all the brood of Plagues conspire against me I have not a friend left me Hor. My Lord he dyes That says it but your self were 't that Thief-King That has so boldly stoln his honours from you A treason that wrings tears from honest Man-hood Vor. So rich am I now in thy love and pity I feel no loss at all but we must part My Queen and I to Cambria Hor. My Lord and I not nam'd That have vow'd lasting service to my lives extreamest minute Vor. Is my sick fate blest with so pure a friend Hor. My Lord no space of Earth nor breadth of Sea Shall divide me from you Vor. Oh faithful treasure All my lost happiness is made up in thee Exit Hor. I 'le follow you through the world to cuckold you That 's my way now every one has his Toy While he lives here some men delight in Building A trick of Babel which will ne're be left Some in consuming what was rais'd with toiling Hengist in getting honour I in spoiling Exit ACT. 5. SCENA 1. Enter Symon and his Brethren Aminadab his Clerk Sym. IS not that Rebel Oliver that Traytor to my year Prehended
we 'le set forwards Heng. Your Honour loves me Exit ACT. 4. SCENA 1. Enter Symon and all his Brethren a Mace and Sword before him meeting Vortiger Castiza Hengist Roxena Horsus two Ladies Sym. LO I the Mayor of Quinborough by name With all my Brethren saving one that 's lame Are come as fast as fiery Mill-horse gallops To greet thy Grace thy Queen and her fair Trollops For reason of our coming do not look It must be done I find it i' th' Town-book And yet not I my self I cannot read I keep a Clark to do those jobbs for need And now expect a rare conceit before Thong-Castle see thee Reach me the thing to give the King the other too I prithee Now here they be for Queen and thee the gift all steel leather But the conceit of mickle weight and here they come together To shew two Loves must joyn in one our Town presents by me This gilded Scabberd to the Queen this Dagger unto thee Vor. Forbear your tedious and ridiculous duties I hate them as I do the roots of your Inconstant Rabble I have felt your fits Sheath up your Bounties with your Iron wits Exit cum sociis Sym. Look Sirs is his back turn'd All It is it is Sym. Then bless the good Earl of Kent say I I 'le have this Dagger turn'd into a Pye And eaten up for anger every bit on 't And when this pye shall be cut up by some rare cunning Pye-man They shall full lamentably sing Put up thy Dagger Symon Ex. ACT. 4. SCENA 2. Enter Hengist Horsus Vortiger Devonshire Stafford Castiza Roxena Ladies Heng. A Welcome mighty Lord may appear costlier More full of toil and talk shew and conceit But one more stor'd with thankful love and truth I forbid all the sons of men to boast of Vor. Why there 's a Fabrick that implies eternity The building plain but most substantial Methinks it looks as if it mock'd all ruine Saving that Master-piece of Consummation The end of time which must consume even ruine And eat that into Cinders Heng. There 's no brass Would pass your praise my Lord 't would last beyond it And shame our durablest mettal Vor. Horsus Hor. My Lord Vor. This is the time I have chosen here 's a full meeting And here will I disgrace her Hor. 'T will be sharp my Lord Vor. Oh 't will be best Hor. Why here 's the Earl her Father Vor. I and the Lord her Uncle that 's the height of it Invited both on purpose to rise sick Full of shames surfeit Hor. And that 's shrewd b'er lady It ever sticks close to the ribs of honour Great men are never sound men after it It leaves some ache or other in their names still Which their posterity feels at every weather Vor. Mark but the least presentment of occasion As these times yield enough and then mark me Hor. My observance is all yours you know 't my Lord What careful ways some take to abuse themselves But as there be Assurers of mens Goods 'Gainst storms or Pirates which gives Adventurers Courage So such there must be to make up mans theft Or there would be no woman Venturer left See now they find their seats what a false knot Of Amity he tyes about her Arm Which rage must part in marriage 't is no wonder Knots knit with kisses oft are broke with thunder Musick then I have done I always learn To give my betters place Vor. Where 's Captain Horsus Sit sit we 'le have a health anon to all good services Hor. They are poor in these days th 'had rather have the Carp Then the health he hears me not And most great men are deaf on that side Vor. My Lord of Kent I thank you for this welcome It came unthought of in the sweetest Language That ever my soul relish'd Heng. You are pleas'd my Lord To raise my happiness for slight deservings To shew what power 's in Princes not in us Ought worthy 't is in you that makes us thus I am chiefly sad my Lord your Queen 's not merry Vor. So honour bless me he has found the way To my grief strangely Is there no delight Cast. My Lord I wish not any nor is 't needful I am as I was ever Vor. That 's not so Cast. How oh my fears Vor. When she writ Maid my Lord You knew her otherwise Devon To speak but truth I never knew her a great friend to mirth Nor taken much with any one delight Though there be many seemly and honourable To give content to Ladies without taxing Vor. My Lord of Kent this to thy full deserts Which intimates thy higher flow to honour Heng. Which like a river shall return in service To the great Master-Fountain Vor: Where 's your Lord I miss'd him not till now Lady and yours No marvel then we were so out of the way Of all pleasant discourse they are the keys Of humane Musick sure at their Nativities Great Nature sign'd a general Patent to them To take up all the mirth in a whole Kingdome What 's their employment now 1 Lad. May it please your Grace We never are so far acquainted with them Nothing we know but what they cannot keep That 's even the fashion of them all my Lord Vor. It seems y'have great thought in their constancies And they in yours you dare so trust each other 2 Lad. Hope well we do my Lord we have reason for it Because they say brown men are honestest But she 's a fool will swear for any colour Vor. They would for yours 2 Lad. Truth 't is a doubtful question And I 'd be loth to put mine to 't my Lord Vor. Faith dare you swear for your selves that 's a plain question 2 Lad. My Lord Vor. You cannot deny that with honour And since 't is urg'd I 'le put you to 't in troth 1 Lad. May it please your Grace Vor. 'T would please me very well And here 's a Book mine never goes without one She 's an example to you all for purity Come swear I have sworn you shall that you ne're knew The will of any man besides your husbands 2 Lad. I 'le swear my Lord as far as my remembrance Vor. How your remembrance that were strange 1 Lad. Your Grace Hearing our just excuse will not say so Vor. Well what 's your just excuse y' are ne're without some 1 Lad. I am often taken with a sleep my Lord The loudest thunder cannot waken me Not if a Cannons burthen be discharg'd Close by my ear the more may be my wrong There can be no infirmity my Lord more excusable in any woman 2 Lad. And I am so troubled with the Mother too I have often call'd in help I know not whom Three at once have been too weak to keep me down Vor. I perceive there 's no fastening well fare one then That never deceives faiths Anchor of her hold Come at all seasons Here be thou the Star To
at my garments there 's no cause I give you why you should 'c is shame enough Methinks to look upon my self It grieves me that more should the other weeds Became me better but the Lords are pleas'd To force me to wear these I would not else I pray be satisfied I call'd you not Wonder of madness can you stand so idle And know that you must dye 1 Gent. We are all commanded Sir Besides it is our duties to your grace To give attendance Con. What a wild thing is this No marvel though you tremble at deaths name When you 'l not see the cause why you are fools For Charities sake desist here I pray you Make not my presence guilty of your sloth Withdraw young men and find you honest business 2 Gent. What hopes have we to rise by following him I 'le give him over shortly 1 Gent. He 's too nice Too holy for young Gentlemen to follow That have good faces and sweet running fortunes Con. Eight hours a day in serious contemplation Is but a bare allowance no higher food To the Soul then bread and water to the body And that 's but needful then more would do better But. Let us all kneel together 't will move pity I have been at the begging of a hundred Suits Con. How happy am I in the sight of you Here are religious souls that lose not time With what devotion do they point at Heaven And seem to check me that am too remiss I bring my zeal among you holy men If I see any kneel and I sit out That hour is not well spent methinks strict souls You have been of some Order in your times Gras. Grasiers and Braziers some and this a Felt-maker But. Here 's his Petition and mine if it like your Grace Gras. Look upon mine I am the longest Suitor I was undone seven years ago Con. You have mockt my good hopes call you these Petitions Why there 's no form of Prayer among them all But. Yes in the bottom there 's half a line prays for your Majesty If you look on mine Con. Make your requests to Heaven not to me But. 'Las mine 's a supplication for brass buttons Sir Felt. There 's a great enormity in wool I beseech your Grace consider it Gra. Pastures rise 2d an acre what will this world come to But. I do beseech your Grace Gra. Good your Grace Con. Oh this is one of my afflictions That with the Crown enclos'd me I must bear it Gra. Your Graces answer to my supplication But. Mine my Lord Con. No violent storm lasts ever that 's the comfort of it Felt. Your Highness answer Gra. We are almost all undone the Country begger'd But. See see he points at Heaven as who should say There 's enough there but 't is a great way thither There 's no good to be done I see that already We may all spend our mouths like a company of Hounds In chase of a Royal Deer and then go home And fall to cold mutton bones when we have done Gra. My wife will hang me that 's my currish destiny Exeunt Con. Thanks Heaven 't is over now we should never know rightly The sweetness of a calm but for a storm Here 's a wish'd hour for contemplation now All 's still and silent here is a true Kingdom Enter Vortiger Vor. My Lord Con. Again Vor. Alas this is but early And gentle to the troups of businesses That flock about Authority You must forthwith Settle your mind to marry Con. How to marry Vor. And suddenly there 's no pause to be given The peoples wills are violent and covetous Of a succession from your Loyns Con. From me there can come none a profess'd abstinence Hath set a Virgin Seal upon my bloud And alter'd all the Course the heat I have Is all enclos'd within a zeal to vertue And that 's not fit for earthly propagation Alas I shall but forfeit all their hopes I 'me a man made without desires tell them Vor. I prov'd them with such words but all were fruitless A Virgin of the highest Subjects bloud They have pickt out for your embrace and send her Blest with their general wishes into fruitfulness Enter Castiza Lo where she comes my Lord Con. I never felt Th' unhappy hand of misery till this touch A patience I could find for all but this Cast. My Lord your vow'd love ventures me but dangerously Vor. 'T is but to strengthen a vexation politique Cast. That 's an uncharitable practice trust me Sir Vor. No more of that Cast. But say he should affect me Sir How should I scape him then I have but one faith my Lord And that you have already our late contract is a divine witness to 't Vor. I am not void of shifting rooms and helps For all projects that I commit with you Exit Cast. This is an ungodly way to come to honour I do not like it I love Lord Vortiger But not these practices th' are too uncharitable Con. Are you a Virgin Cast. Never yet my Lord Known to the will of man Con. Oh blessed Creature And does too much felicity make you surfeit Are you in soul assur'd there is a state Prepar'd for you for you a glorious one In midst of Heaven now in the state you stand in And had you rather after much known misery Cares and hard labours mingled with a curse Throng but to the door and hardly get a place there Think hath the world a folly like this madness Keep still that holy and immaculate fire You chast lump of eternity 't is a treasure Too precious for deaths moment to partake This twinckling of short life disdain as much To let mortality know you as stars to kiss the pavements y'have a substance As excellent as theirs holding your pureness They look upon corruption as you do But are stars still be you a Virgin too Cast. I 'le never marry what though my truth be engag'd To Vortiger forsaking all the world I save it well and do my faith no wrong Y'have mightily prevail'd great vertuous Sir I am bound eternally to praise your goodness My thoughts henceforth shall be as pure from man As ever made a Virgins name immortal Con. I will do that for joy I never did As he kisses her Enter Vortiger and Gentlemen Nor ever will again Gent. My Lord he 's taken Vor. I am sorry for 't I like not that so well Th' are something too familiar for their time methinks This way of kissing is no way to vex him Why I that have a weaker faith and patience Could endure more then that coming from a woman Dispatch and bring his answer speedily Exit Gent. My Lord my gracious Lord Con. Beshrew thy heart Gent. They all attend your Grace Con. I would not have them 'T would please me better if they 'ld all depart And leave me to my self or put me out And take it to themselves Gent. The Noon is past Meat 's on the table Con.
Meat away get from me Thy memory is diseas'd what Saints Eeve 's this Gen. Saint Agatha's I take it Con. Is it so I am not worthy to be serv'd before her And so return I pray Gent. He 'll starve the Guard If this be suffer'd If we set Court bellies By a Monastery Clock he that breaks a fellows pate now Will not be able to crack a louse within this twelve months Exit Con. 'T is sure forgetfulness and not mans will That leads him forth into licentious ways He cannot certainly commit such errours And think upon them truly as they are acting Why 's abstinence ordain'd but for such seasons Enter Vortiger Vor. My Lord y'have pleas'd to put us to much pains But we confess 't is portion of our duty Will your Grace please to walk dinner stays for you Con. I have answer'd that already Vor. But my Lord We must not so yield to you pardon me 'T is for the general good you must be rul'd Sir Your health and life is dearer to us now Think where you are at Court this is no Monastery Con. But Sir my Conscience keeps still where it was I may not eat this day Vor. We have sworn you shall And plentifully too we must preserve you Sir Though you be wilful 't is no slight condition To be a King Con. Would I were less then man Vor. Will you make the people rise my Lord In great despair of your continuance If you neglect the means that must sustain you Con. I never eat on Eeves Vor. But now you must It concerns others healths that you take food I have chang'd your life you well may change your mood Con. This is beyond all cruelty Vor. 'T is our care my Lord Exeunt ACT. 2. SCENA 1. Enter Vortiger and Castiza Cast. MY Lord I am resolv'd tempt me no farther 'T is all to fruitless purpose Vor. Are you well Cast. Never so perfect in the truth of health As at this instant Vor. Then I doubt my own Or that I am not waking Cast. Would you were then Youl 'd praise my resolution Vor. This is wondrous Are you not mine by contract Cast. 'T is most true my Lord And I am better blest in 't then I lookt for In that I am confin'd in faith so strictly I am bound my Lord to marry none but you You 'l grant me that and you I 'le never marry Vor. It draws me into violence and hazard I saw you kiss the King Cast. I grant you so Sir Where could I take my leave of the world better I wrong'd not you in that you will acknowledge A King is the best part of it Vor. Oh my passion Cast. I see you something yielding to Infirmity Sir I take my leave Vor. Why 't is not possible Cast. The fault is in your faith time I were gone To give it better strengthening Vor. Hark you Lady Cast. Send your intent to the next Monastery There you shall find my answer ever after And so with my last duty to your Lordship For whose prosperity I will pray as heartily As for my own Exit Vor. How am I serv'd in this I offer a vexation to the King He sends it home into my bloud with vantage I 'le put off time no longer I have brought him Into most mens neglects calling his zeal A deep pride hallowed over love of ease More then devotion or the publick benefit Which catcheth many mens beliefs I am stronger too In peoples wishes their affections point at me I lose much time and glory that redeem'd She that now flyes returns with joy and wonder Greatness and womans wish ne're keep asunder Exit Dumb show Enter two Villains to them Vortiger who seems to sollicite them with gold then swears them and Exit Enter Constantius meditating they rudely strike down his Book draw their Swords he kneels and spreads his arms they kill him hurry him off Enter Vortiger Devonshire and Stafford in Conference to them the Villains presenting the head he seems sorrowful and in rage stabbs them both Then they crown Vortiger and fetch in Castiza who comes unwillingly he hales her and they crown her Aurelius and Uther Brothers of Constantius seeing him crowned draw and fly Enter Raynulph Ray. When nothing could prevail to tire The good Kings patience they did hire Two wicked Rogues to take his life In whom a while there fell a strife Of pity and fury but the gold Made pity faint and fury bold Then to Vortiger they bring The head of that religious King Who feigning grief to clear his guilt Makes the slaughterers bloud be spilt Then crown they him and force the Maid That vow'd a Virgin-life to wed Such a strength great power extends It conquers Fathers Kindred Friends And since Fates pleas'd to change her life She proves as holy in a Wife More to tell were to betray What deeds in their own tongues must say Onely this the good King dead The Brothers poor in safety sled Exit Enter Vortiger Crowned a Gentleman meeting him Gent. My Lord Vor. I fear thy News will fetch a Curse It comes with such a violence Gent. The people are up In Armes against you Vor. Oh this dream of glory Sweet power before I can have time to taste thee Must I for ever lose thee what 's the Impostume That swells them now Gent. The Murther of Constantius Vor. Ulcers of Realms they hated him alive Grew weary of the minute of his Reign Call'd him an evil of their own electing And is their ignorant zeal so fiery now When all their thanks are cold the mutable hearts That move in their false breasts provide me safety Hark I hear ruine threaten me with a voice Enter a second Gentleman That imitates thunder 2d Gent. Where 's the King Vor. Who takes him 2d Gent. Send peace to all your Royal thoughts my Lord A Fleet of valiant Saxons newly landed Offer the truth of all their Service to you Vor. Saxons my wishes let them have free entrance And plenteous welcomes from all hearts that love us They never could come happier Enter Hengist Horsus Souldiers Heng. Health power and victory to Vortiger Vor. There can be no more pleasure to a King If all the Languages earth spake were ransackt Your names I know not but so much good fortune And warranted worth lightens your fair aspects I cannot but in arms of love enfold you Heng. The Mistress of our births hope fruitful Germany Calls me Hengistus and this Captain Horsus A man low built but yet in deeds of Arms Flame is not swifter we are all my Lord The Sons of Fortune she has sent us forth To thrive by the red sweat of our own merits And since after the rage of many a tempest Our Fates have cast us upon Britains bounds We offer you the first fruits of our wounds Vor. Which we shall dearly prize the mean'st bloud spent Shall at wealths fountain make its own content Heng. You double vigour in us then my
Lord Pay is the soul of such as thrive by th' Sword Exeunt Enter Vortiger and Gentlemen Alarm and Skirmishes 1 Gent. My Lord these Saxons bring a Fortune with them Stay any Roman success Vor. On speak forwards I will not take one minute from thy tydings 1 Gent. The main supporters of this Insurrection They have taken Prisoners and the rest so came They stoop to the least grace that flows from mercy Vor. Never came power guided by better stars Then these mens fortitudes yet th' are mis-believers Which to my reason is wonderous Enter Hengist and Horsus with Prisoners Y'have given me such a first taste of your worth 'T will never from my love when life is gone The memory sure will follow my soul still Participating immortality with it But here 's the misery of earths limited glory There 's not a way reveal'd to any honour Above the same which your own merits give you Heng. Indeed my Lord we hold when all 's summ'd up That can be made for worth to be express'd The fame that a man wins himself is best That he may call his own honours put to him Make him no more a man than his clothes do And are as soon ta'ne off for in the warmth The heat comes from the body not the weeds So mans true fame must strike from his own deeds And since by this event which fortune speaks us This Land appears the fair predestin'd soil Ordain'd for our good hap we crave my Lord A little earth to thrive on what you please Where wee 'l but keep a Nursery of good spirits To fight for you and yours Vor. Sir for our Treasure 'T is open to your merits as our love But for y' are strangers in Religion chiefly Which is the greatest Alienation can be Enter Symon with a Hide And breeds most factions in the blouds of men I must not yield to that Heng. S'precious my Lord I see a pattern be it but so little As yon poor Hide will compass Vor. How the Hide Heng. Rather then nothing Sir Vor. Since y' are so reasonable Take so much in the best part of our Kingdom Heng. We thank your Grace Rivers from bubbling springs Have rise at first and great from abject things Stay yonder fellow he came luckily And he shall fare well for 't what e're he be Wee 'l thank our fortune in rewarding him Horsus Stay fellow Sym. How fellow 't is more then you know Whether I be your fellow or no I am sure you see me not Heng. Come what 's the price of your Hide Sym. Oh unreasonable Villain He would buy the house over a mans head I 'le be sure now To make my bargain wisely they may buy me out of my skin else Whose Hide would you buy mine or the Beasts There is little difference in their complexions I think mine Is the blacker of the two you shall see for your love and buy for your money A pestilence on you all how have you deceiv'd me You buy an Oxe hide you buy a Calves Gather they are all Hungry Souldiers and I took them for honest Shoomakers Heng. Hold fellow prithee hold right a fool wordling That kicks at all good fortune Whose man art thou Sym. I am a Servant yet a masterless man Sir Heng. Prithee how can that be Sym. Very nimbly Sir My Master is dead and now I serve my Mistress Ergo I am à masterless man she is now a widow And I am the Foreman of her Tan-pit Heng. Hold you and thank your Fortune not your wit Sym. Faith and I thank your bounty and not your wisdom You are not troubled with wit neither greatly it seems Now by this light a nest of Yellow Hammers What will become of me If I can keep all these without hanging My self I am happier then a hundred of my Neighbours You shall have my skin into the bargain Then if I chance to dye like a Dog The labour will be sav'd of fleaing me I le undertake Sir you shall have All the skins in our Parish at this price mens and womens Heng. Sirrah give good ear to me now take the Hide And cut it all into the slendrest thongs That can bear strength to hold Sym. That were a jest y'faith Spoil all the Leather sin and pity Why 't would shooe half your Army Heng. Do it I bid you Sym. What cut it all in thongs hum This is like the vanity of your Roman Gallants that cannot wear Good Suits but they must have them cut and slasht in giggets That the very crimson Taffaties sit blushing at their follies I would I might perswade you from this humour of cutting 'T is but a swaggering condition and nothing profitable what if it Were but well pinckt 't would last longer for a summer suit Heng. What a cross lump of ignorance have I lighted on I must be forc'd to beat my drift into him Look you to make you wiser then your Parents I have so much ground given me as this Hide will compass Which as it is is nothing Sym. Nothing quoth a Why 't will not keep a Hog Heng. Now with the vantage Cut into several pieces 't will stretch far And make a liberal Circuit Sym. A shame on your crafty Hide Is this your cunning I have learnt more knavery now Then ever I shall claw off while I live I 'le go purchase land by Cow-tails and undo the Parish Three good Bulls pizzels would set up a man for ever This is like a pin a day to set up a Haberdasher of small wares Heng. Thus men that mean to thrive as we must learn Set in a foot at first Sym. A foot do you call it The Devil is in that foot that takes up all this Leather Heng. Dispatch and cut it carefully with all the advantage Sirra Sym. You could never have lighted upon such a fellow To serve your turn Captain I have such a trick of stretching too I learn'd it of a Tanners man that was hang'd Last Sessions at Maidstone I 'le warrant you I 'le get you a mile and a half More then y' are aware of Heng. Pray serve me so as oft as you will Sir Sym. I am casting about for 9 acres to make a garden plot Out of one of the Buttocks Heng. 'T will be a good soil for Nose-gayes Sym. 'T will be a good soil for Cabbages to stuff out the guts Of your Followers there Heng. Go see it carefully perform'd It is the first foundation of our fortunes On Britains earth and ought to be embrac'd With a respect neer link'd to adoration Methinks it sounds to me a fair assurance Of large honours and hopes does it not Captain Hors. How many have begun with less at first That have had Emperours from their bodies sprung And left their Carcasses as much in monument As would erect a Colledge Heng. There 's the fruits Of their religious shew too to lye rotting Under a million spent in gold and marble Hors. But
And having a Coach ready turns her in Hurrying her where he list for the sins safety Making a rape of honour without words And at the low ebb of his lust perhaps Some three days after sends her coach'd again To the same place and which would make most mad She 's robb'd of all yet knows not where she 's robb'd There 's the dear precious mischief Vor. Is this practis'd Hor. Too much my Lord to be so little known A Sprindge to catch a Maiden-head after Sun-set Clip it and send it home again to the City There 't will ne're be perceiv'd Vor. My raptures want expression I conceit enough to make me fortunate and thee great Exit Hor. I praise it then my Lord I knew 't would take Exit ACT. 3. SCENA 2. Enter Castiza with a Book and two Ladies Cast. MEthinks you live strange lives When I see it not It grieves me less you know how to ease me then If you but knew how well I lov'd your absence You would bestow it upon me without asking 1 La. Faith for my part were it no more for Ceremony then for Love You should walk long enough without my attendance And so think all my Fellows though they say nothing Books in womens hands are as much against the hair methinks As to see men wear stomachers or night rayles She that has the Green-sickness and should follow her counsel Would dye like an Ass and go to the worms like a sallad Not I so long as such a Creature as man is made She is a fool that knows not what he is good for Exeunt Ladies Cast. Though among lives elections that of Virgin I did speak noblest of yet it has pleas'd the King To send me a contented blessedness In that of marriage which I ever doubted Enter Vortiger and Horsus disguised I see the Kings affection was a true one It lasts and holds out long that 's no mean vertue In a commanding man though in great fear At first I was enforc'd to venture on it Vor. All 's happy clear and safe Hor. The rest comes gently on Vor. Be sure you seize on her full sight at first For fear of my discovery Hor. Now fortune and I am sped Cast. Treason treason Hor. Sirrah how stand you prevent noise and clamour Or death shall end thy Service Vor. A sure Cunning Cast. Oh rescue rescue Hor. Dead her voice away make speed Cast. No help no succour Hor. Louder yet extend Your voice to the last rack you shall have leave now Y' are far from any pity Cast. What 's my sin Hor. Contempt of man and he 's a noble Creature And takes it in ill part to be despis'd Cast. I never despis'd any Hor: No you hold us Unworthy to be lov'd what call you that Cast. I have a Lord disproves you Hor. Pish your Lord Y' are bound to love your Lord that is no thanks to you You should love those you are not tyed to love That 's the right tryal of a womans Charity Cast. I know not what you are nor what my fault is If it be life you seek what ere you be Use no immodest words and take it from me You kill me more in talking sinfully Then acting Cruelty be so far pitiful To end me without words Hor. Long may you live 'T is the wish of a good Subject 't is not life That I thirst after Loyalty forbid I should commit such Treason you mistake me I have no such bloudy thought only your love Shall content me Cast. What said you Sir Hor. Thus plainly To strip my words as naked as my purpose I must and will enjoy thee gone already Look to her bear her up she goes apace I fear'd this still and therefore came provided There 's that will fetch life from a dying spark And make it spred a Furnace she 's well straight Pish let her go she stands upon my knowledge Or else she counterfeits I know the vertue Cast. Never did sorrows in afflicted woman Meet with such cruelties such hard hearted ways Humane invention never found before To call back life to live is but ill taken By some departing Soul then to force mine back To an eternal act of death in lust What is it but most execrable Hor. So so But this is from my business list to me Here you are now far from all hope of friendship Save what you make in me scape me you cannot Send your Soul that assurance that resolv'd on You know not who I am nor ever shall I need not fear you then but give consent Then with the faithfulness of a true friend I 'le open my self to you fall your servant As I do now in hope proud of submission And seal the deed up with eternal secresie Not death shall pluck it from me much less the Kings Authority or torture Vor. I admire him Cast. Oh Sir what e're you are I teach my knee Thus to requite you be content to take Only my sight as ransom for my honour And where you have but mock'd my eyes with darkness Pluck them quite out all outward lights of body I 'le spare most willingly but take not from me That which must guide me to another world And leave me dark for ever fast without That cursed pleasure which will make two souls Endure a famine everlastingly Hor. This almost moves Vor. By this light he 'le be taken Hor. I 'le wrestle down all pity what will you consent Cast. I 'le never be so guilty Hor. Farewell words then You hear no more of me but thus I seize you Cast. Oh if a power above be reverenc'd by thee I bind thee by that name by manhood nobleness Vort. snatches her away And all the charms of honour Hor. Ah ha here 's one caught For an example never was poor Lady So mock'd into false terrour with what anguish She lyes with her own Lord now she could curse All into barrenness and beguil her self by it Conceit 's a powerful thing and is indeed Plac'd as a palate to taste grief or love And as that relishes so we approve Hence comes it that our taste is so beguil'd Changing pure bloud for some that 's mix'd and soil'd Exeunt ACT. 3. SCENA 3. Enter Hengist Heng. A Fair and fortunate Constellation reign'd When we set foot here for from his first gift Which to a Kings unbounded eyes seem'd nothing The Compass of a Hide I have erected A strong and spacious Castle yet contain'd my self Within my limits without check or censure Thither with all th' observance of a Subject The liveliest witness of a grateful mind I purpose to invite him and his Queen And feast them nobly Bar. We will enter Sir 'T is a state business of a twelve moneth long The chusing of a Mayor Heng. What noise is that Tay. Sir we must speak with the good Earl of Kent Though we were never brought up to keep a door We are as honest Sir as some that do Enter a Gentleman Heng.
Now Sir what 's the occasion of their clamours Gen. Please you my Lord a company of Townes-men Are bent against all denials and resistance To have speech with your Lordship and that you Must end a difference which none else can do Heng. Why then there 's reason in their violence Which I ne're look'd for first let in but one Exit Gentleman And as we relish him the rest come on 'T is no safe wisdom in a rising man To slight off such as these nay rather these Are the foundations of a lofty work We cannot build without them and stand sure He that first ascends to a Mountains top Must begin at the foot Now Sir who comes Enter Gent. Gen. They cannot yet agree my Lord of that They say 'c is worse now then it was before For where the difference was but between two Upon this coming first th' are all at odds One says he shall lose his place in the Church by 't Another will not do his wife that wrong And by their good wills they would all come first The strife continues in most heat my Lord Between a Country Barber and a Taylour Of the same Town and which your Lordship names 'T is yielded by consent that he shall enter Heng. Here 's no sweet quoyl I am glad they are so reasonable Call in the Barber if the Tale be long He 'le cut it short I trust that 's all the hope Enter Barber Now Sir are you the Barber Bar. Oh most barbarous A Corrector of enormities in hair my Lord A promooter of upper lips or what your Lordship In the neatness of your discretion shall think fit to call me Hong. Very good I see you have this without book But what 's your business Bar. Your Lordship comes to a very high point indeed The business Sir lyes about the head Heng. That 's work for you Bar. No my good Lord there is a Corporation A Body a kind of Body Heng. The Barber is out at the Body let in the Taylour This 't is to reach beyond your own profession When you let go your head you lose your memory You have no business with the Body Bar. Yes Sir I am a Barber-Chirurgeon I have had something to do with it In my time my Lord and I was never so out of the body As I have been of late send me good luck I 'le marry some whore But I 'le get in again Heng. Now Sir a good discovery come from you Tay. I will rip up the Linings to your Lordship And shew what stuff 't is made of for the Body Or Corporation Heng. There the Barber left indeed Tay. 'T is piec'd up of two fashions Heng. A patcht Town the whilest Tay. Nor can we go through stitch my noble Lord The choler is so great in the one party And as in linsey-woolsey wove together One piece makes several suits so upright Earl Our linsey-woolsey hearts make all this coyl Heng. What 's all this now I am ne're the wiser yet call in the rest Now Sirs what are you Glo. Sir reverence on your Lordship I am a Glover Heng. What needs that then Glo. Sometimes I deal in dogs leather Sir reverence the while Heng. Well to the purpose if there be any towards Glo. I were an Ass else saving your Lordships presence We have a Body but our Town wants a hand A hand of Justice a worshipful Master Mayor Heng. This is well handled yet a man may take some hold On it You want a Mayor Glo. Right but there 's two at fifty cuffs about it Sir as I may say At daggers drawing but that I cannot say because they have none And you being Earl of Kent our Town does say Your Lordships voice shall part and end the fray Heng. This is strange work for me well Sir what be they Glo. The one is a Tanner Heng. Fye I shall be too partial I owe too much affection to that Trade To put it to my voice what is his name Glo. Symon Heng. How Symon too Glo. Nay 't is but Symon one Sir The very same Symon that sold your Lordship a Hide Heng. What sayest thou Glo. That 's all his glory Sir he got his Masters Widow by it presently a rich Tanners wife she has set him up He was her Fore-man a long time in her other husbands days Heng. Now let me perish in my first aspiring If the pretty simplicity of his fortune Do not most highly take me 't is a presage methinks Of bright succeeding happiness to mine When my Fates Gloworm casts forth such a shine And what are those that do contend with him Tay. Marry my noble Lord a Fustian Weaver Heng. How he offer To compare with Symon he a fit match for him Bar. Hark hark my Lord here they come both in a pelting chafe From the Town-house Sym. How before me I scorn thee Thou wattle-fac'd sing'd Pig Oliver Pig I defie thee My Uncle was a Jew and scorn'd the motion Sym. I list not brook thy vaunts compare with me Thou Spindle of Concupiscence 't is well known Thy first wife was a Flax-wench Ol. But such a Flax-wench Would I might never want at my need nor any friend of mine My Neighbours knew her thy wife was but a hempen halter to her Sym. Use better words I 'le hang thee in my year else Let who will chuse thee afterwards Glo. Peace for shame Quench your great spirit do not you see his Lordship Heng. What Master Symonides Sym. Symo ides What a fair name hath he made of Symon Then he 's an Ass that calls me Symon again I am quite out of love with it Heng. Give me thy hand I love thy fortunes and like a man that thrives Sym. I took a widow my Lord To be the best piece of ground to thrive on And by my faith my Lord there 's a young Symonides Like a green Onyon peeping up already Heng. Th' hast a good lucky hand Sym. I have somewhat Sir Heng. But why to me is this election offer'd The chusing of a Mayor goes by most voices Sym. True Sir but most of our Towns-men are so hoarse With drinking there 's not a good voice among them all Heng. Are you content to put it to all these then To whom I liberally resign my Interest To prevent censures Sym. I speak first my Lord Ol. Though I speak last my Lord I am not least If they will cast away a Town-born Child they may It is but dying some forty years before my time Heng. I leave you to your choice awhile Exit All Your good Lordship Sym. Look you Neighbours before you be too hasty let Oliver The Fustian-Weaver stand as fair as I do and the Devil Do him good on 't Ol. I do thou upstart Callymoocher I do 'T is well known to the Parish I have been twice Ale-Cunner Thou mushrom that shot'st up in a night By lying with thy Mistress Sym. Faith thou art such a spiny Baldrib All
the Mistresses in the Town will never get thee up Ol. I scorn to rise by a woman as thou didst My Wife shall rise by me Glo. I pray leave your Communication We can do nothing else Ol. I gave that Barber a Fustian-Suit And twice redeem'd his Cittern he may remember me Sym. I fear no false measure but in that Taylor The Glover and the Button-maker are both cock-sure That Colliers eye I like not Now they consult the matter is in brewing Poor Gill my wife lyes longing for the news 'T will make her'a glad Mother All A Symon a Symon Sym. Good people I thank you all Ol. Wretch that I am Tanner thou hast curried savour Sym. I curry I defie thy Fustian fume Ol. But I will prove a Rebel all thy year And raise up the seven deadly sins against thee Exit Sym. The deadly sins will scorn to rise by thee If they have any breeding As commonly they are well brought up 't is not for every scab To be acquainted with them but leaving the scab to you good Neighbours now I bend my speech First to say more then a man Can say I hold it not fit to be spoken but to say what a man Ought to say there I leave you also I must confess your loves Have chosen a weak and unlearned man that I can neither write Nor read you all can witness yet not altogether so unlearned but I Can set my mark to a Bond if I would be so simple an excellent Token of Government Cheer you then my hearts you have done You know not what there 's a full point There you must all Cough and hem Here they all cough and hem Now touching our common adversary the Fustian-Weaver Who threatens he will raise the deadly sins among us Let them come our Town is big enough to hold them We will not so much disgrace it besides you know A deadly sin will lye in a narrow hole but when they think Themselves safest and the web of their iniquity best woven With the horse-strength of my Justice I will break through the Loom of their concupiscence and make the Weaver go seek his Shuttle Here you may cough and hem again if you 'l do me the Favour They cough and hem again Why I thank you all and it shall not go unrewarded Now for the deadly sins Pride Sloth Envy Wrath as for Covetousness and Gluttony I 'le tell you more when I come Out of my Office I shall have time to try what they are I will prove them soundly and if I find Gluttony and Covetousness To be directly sins I 'le bury the one in the bottom of a Chest And the other in the end of my Garden But Sirs for Leachery I 'le tickle that home my self I 'le not leave a Whore in the Town Bar. Some of your Neighbours must seek their Wives in the Country then Sym. Barber be silent I will Cut thy Comb else To conclude I will learn the villany of All Trades my own I know already if there be any knavery In the Baker I will boult it out if in the Brewer I will taste him Throughly and piss out his iniquity at his own suck-hole In a word I will knock down all enormities like a Butcher And send the Hide to my fellow Tanners All A Symonides a true Symonides indeed Enter Hengist and Roxena Heng. How now how goes your choice Tay. This is he my Lord Sym. To prove I am the man I am bold to take The upper hand of your Lordship I 'le not lose an inch of my honour Heng. Hold Sirs there 's some few Crowns to mend your feast Because I like your choice Bar. Joy bless you Sir We 'le drink your health with Trumpets Sym. I with Sack-butts That 's the more solemn drinking for my state No malt this year shall fume into my pate Exit cum suis. Heng. Continue still that favour in his love Rox. Nay with encrease my Lord the flame grows greater Though he has learn'd a better art of late To set a skreen before it Enter Vortiger and Horsus Heng. Speak lower Hor. Heard every word my Lord Vor. Plainly Hor. Distinctly The course I took was dangerous but not failing For I convey'd my self behind the Hangings Even just before his entrance Vor. 'T was well ventur'd Hor. I had such a womans first and second longing in me To hear her how she would bear her mock'd abuse After she was return'd to privacy I could have fasted out an Ember-week And never thought of hunger to have heard her Then came your holy Lupus and Germanus Vor. Two holy Confessors Hor. At whose first sight I could perceive her fall upon her breast And cruelly afflict her self with sorrow I never heard a sigh till I heard hers Who after her Confession pitying her Put her into a way of patience Which now she holds to keep it hid from you There 's all the pleasure that I took in 't now When I heard that my pains was well remembred So with applying comforts and relief They have brought it lower to an easie grief But yet the taste is not quite gone Vor. Still fortune Sits bettering our Inventions Enter Castiza Hor. Here she comes Cast. Yonder 's my Lord oh I 'le return again Methinks I should not dare to look on him Hor. She 's gone again Vor. It works the kindlier Sir Go now and call her back she winds her self Into the snare so prettily 't is a pleasure To set toils for her Cast. He may read my shame Now in my blush Vor. Come y' are so link'd to holiness So ta'ne with contemplative desires That the world has you yet enjoys you not You have been weeping too Cast. Not I my Lord Vor. Trust me I fear you have y' are much to blame To yield so much to passion without cause Is not some time enough for meditation Must it lay title to your health and beauty And draw them into times consumption too 'T is too exacting for a holy faculty My Lord of Kent I prithee wake him Captain He reads himself asleep sure Hor. My Lord Vor. Nay I 'le take away your Book and bestow 't here Heng. Your pardon Sir Vor. Lady you that delight in Virgins stories And all chast works here 's excellent reading for you Make of that Book as made men do of favours Which they grow sick to part from And now my Lord You that have so conceitedly gone beyond me And made so large use of a slender gift Which we ne're minded I commend your thrift And that your Building may to all Ages Carry the stamp and impress of your wit It shall be call'd Thong-Castle Heng. How my Lord Thong-Castle there your Grace quitts me kindly Vor. 'T is fit Art should be known by its right name You that can spread my gift I 'le spread your fame Heng. I thank your Grace for that Vor. And loved Lord So well we do accept your Invitation With all speed
to make doubt of it You question things that horror long ago Resolv'd us on Vor. Give me leave Horsus though Hor. Do what you will Sir question them again I 'le tell them to you Vor. Not so Sir I will not have them told again Hor. It rests then Vor. That 's an ill word put in when thy heart knows There is no rest at all but torment making Hor. True my heart finds it that sits weeping bloud now For poor Roxena's safety You 'l confess my Lord My love to you has brought me to this danger I could have liv'd like Hengist King of Kent London York Lincoln and Winchester Under the power of my Command the portion Of my most just desert enjoyed now By pettier Deservers Vor. Say you so Sir And you 'l confess since you began Confession A thing I should have died e're I had thought on Y'have mari'd the fashion of your affection utterly In your own wicked counsel there you paid me You were bound in conscience to love me after You were bound to 't as men in honesty That vitiate Virgins to give Dowries to them My faith was pure before to a faithful woman Hor. My Lord my Counsel Vor. Why I 'le be judg'd by these That knit death in their Brows and hold me now Not worth the acception of a flattery Most of whose faces smil'd when I smil'd once my Lords Uth. Reply not Brother Vor. Seeds of scorn I mind you not I speak to them alone whose force makes yours a power Which else were none Shew me the main food of your hate Which cannot be the Murther of Constantius That crawls in your Revenges for your loves Were violent long since that 1 Lo. And had been still If from that Pagan wound th'hadst kept thee free But when thou fledd'st from Heaven we fled from thee Vor. This was your Counsel now Hor. Mine 't was the Counsel Of your own lust and bloud your appetite knows it Vor. May thunder strike me from these walls my Lords And leave me many Leagues off from your eyes If this be not the man whose Stygian Soul Breath'd forth that counsel to me and sole Plotter Of all those false injurious disgraces That have abus'd the vertuous patience Of our Religious Queen Hor. A Devil in madness Vor. Upon whose life I swear there sticks no stain But what 's most wrongful and where now she thinks A rape dwells on her honour only I Her Ravisher was and his the Policy Aur. Inhumane practice Vor. Now you know the truth Will his death serve your fury Hor. My death Vor. Say will it do it Hor. Say they should say 't would doe 't Vor. Why then it must Hor. It must Vor. It shall speak but the word it shall be yielded up Hor. Believe him not he cannot do it Vor. Cannot Hor. 'T is but a false and base Insinuation For his own life and like his late submission Vor. Oh sting to honour alive or dead thou goest Stabs him For that words rudeness only 1 Lo. See sin needs No other destruction then it breeds in its own bosom Vor. Such another brings him Hor. What has thy vile rage stamp'd a wound upon me I 've send one to thy soul shall never heal for 't Vor. How to my soul Hor. It shall be thy master-torment Both for the pain and the everlastingness Vor. Ha ha ha Hor. Dost laugh take leave of it all eternity Shall never see thee do so much again Know th' art a Cuckold Vor. What! Hor. You change too soon Sir Roxena whom th' hast rais'd to thy own ruine She was my Whore in Germany Vor. Burst me open the violence of whirl-winds Hor. Hear me out first For her embrace which my flesh yet sits warm in I was thy friend and follower Vor. Deafen me Thou most imperious noise that starts the world Hor. And to serve both our lusts I practis'd with thee Against thy vertuous Queen Vor. Bane to all Comforts Hor. Whose faithful sweetness too precious for thy bloud I made thee change for loves Hypocrisie Vor. Insufferable Hor. Only to make my way to pleasure fearless free fluent Vor. Hells Trump is in that throat Hor. It shall sound shriller They stab each other Rox. enters in fear Vor. I 'le damme it up with death first Rox. Oh for succour Who 's neer me help me save me the flame follows me 'T is in the figure of young Vortimer the Prince Whose life I took by poyson Hor. Hold out breath and I shall find thee quickly Vor. I 'le tug thy soul out here Hor. Do Monster Rox. Vortiger Vor. Monster Rox. My Lord Vor. Toad Pagan Hor. Viper Christian Rox. Oh hear me Oh help me my Love my Lord 't is here Horsus look up if not to succour me To see me yet consum'd oh what is love When life is not regarded Vor. What strength 's left I 'le fix upon thy throat Both stab Hor. falls Hor. I have some force yet Rox. No way to scape is this the end of glory Doubly beset with enemies wrath and fire It comes nearer rivers and fountains fall It sucks away my breath I cannot give A curse to sin and hear 't out while I live Help help She falls Vor. Burn burn now I can tend thee Take time with her in torment call her life A far off to thee dry up her strumpet-bloud And hard y parch the skin let one heat strangle her Another fetch her to her sense again And the worst pain be only her reviving Follow her eternally oh mystical Harlot Thou hast thy full due whom lust crown'd Queen before Flames crown her now a most triumphant Whore And that end crowns them all He falls Aur. Our peace is full In you Usurpers fall nor have I known A Judgement meet more fearfully Here take this Ring deliver the good Queen And those grave pledges of her murthered honour Her worthy Father and her noble Uncle How now the meaning of these sounds Enter Hengist Devon Staf. Soldiers Heng. The Consumer has been here she 's gone she 's lost In glowing Cinders now lye all my joys The headlong Fortune of my rash Captivity Strikes not so deep a wound into my hopes As thy dear loss Aur. Her Father and her Uncle 1 Lo. They are indeed my Lord Aur. Part of my wishes What fortunate power has prevented me And e're my love came brought them victory 1 Lo. My wonder sticks in Hengist King of Kent Devon My Lord to make that plain which now I see Fix'd in astonishment the only name Of your Return and Being brought such gladness To this distracted Kingdom that to express A thankfulness to Heaven it grew great In charitable Actions from which goodness We taste our liberty who liv'd engag'd Upon the Innocence of womans honour A kindness that even threatned to undo us And having newly but enjoy'd the benefit And fruits of our enlargement 't was our happiness To intercept this Monster of Ambition Bred in these times of Usurpation The ranckness of whose Insolence and Treason Grew to such height 't was arm'd to bid you Battle Whom as our fames Redemption on our knees We present Captive Aur. Had it needed reason You richly came provided I understood Not your deserts till now my honoured Lords Is this that German Saxon whose least thirst Could not be satisfied under a Province Heng. Had but my fate directed this bold arm To thy life the whole Kingdome had been mine That was my hopes great aim I have a thirst Could never have been full quench'd under all The whole must doe 't or nothing Aur. A strange draught And what a little ground shall death now teach you To be content withal Heng. Why let it then For none else can y'have nam'd the only way To limit my Ambition a full cure For all my fading hopes and sickly fears Nor shall it be less we come to me now Then a fresh acquisition would have been Unto my new built Kingdoms Life to me Less it be glorious is a misery Aur. That pleasure we will do you Lead him out And when we have inflicted our just doom On his usurping head it will become Our pious care to see this Realm secur'd From the Convulsions it hath long endur'd Exeunt omnes FINIS