Euerie night I le euer dedicate to thy delight Tam. Nay good my Lord esteeme not my desires Such doters on their humours that my iudgement Cannot subdue them to your worthier pleasure A wiues pleas'd husband must her obiect be In all her acts not her sooth'd fantasie Mont. Then come my loue Now pay those Rites to sleepe Thy faire eies owe him shall we now to bed Tam. O no my Lord your holy Frier saies All couplings in the day that touch the bed Adulterous are euen in the married Whose graue and worthie doctrine well I know Your faith in him will liberally allow Mont. Hee 's a most learned and Religious man Come to the Presence then and see great D'Ambois Fortunes proud mushrome shot vp in a night Stand like an Atlas vnderneath the King Which greatnesse with him Monsieur now enuies As bitterly and deadly as the Guise Tam. What he that was but yesterday his maker His raiser and preseruer Mont. Euen the same Each naturall agent workes but to this end To render that it works on like it selfe Which since the Monsieur in his act on D'Ambois Cannot to his ambitious end effect But that quite opposite the King hath power In his loue borne to D'Ambois to conuert The point of Monsieurs aime on his owne breast He turnes his outward loue to inward hate A Princes loue is like the lightnings fume Which no man can embrace but must consume Exeunt Henry D'Ambois Monsieur Guise Monts Elenor Tam. Pero Henr. Speake home my Bussy thy impartiall wordes Are like braue Faulcons that dare trusse a Fowle Much greater than themselues Flatterers are Kites That checke at nothing thou shalt be my Eagle And beare my thunder vnderneath thy wings Truths words like iewels hang in th' eares of Kings Buss. Would I might liue to see no Iewes hang there In steede of iewels sycophants I meane Who vse truth like the Diuell his true Foe Cast by the Angell to the pit of feares And bound in chaines truth seldome decks Kings eares Slaue flatterie like a Rippiers legs rowl'd vp In bootes of haie-ropes with Kings soothed guts Swadled and strappl'd now liues only free O t is a subtle knaue how like the plague Vnfelt he strikes into the braine of truth And rageth in his entrailes when he can Worse than the poison of a red hair'd man Henr. Flie at him and his broode I cast thee off And once more giue thee surname of mine Eagle Buss. I le make you sport enough then let me haue My lucerns too or dogges inur'd to hunt Beasts of most rapine but to put them vp And if I trusse not let me not be trusted Shew me a great man by the peoples voice Which is the voice of God that by his greatnesse Bumbasts his priuate roofes with publique riches That affects royaltie rising from a clapdish That rules so much more than his suffering King That he makes kings of his subordinate slaues Himselfe and them graduate like woodmongers Piling a stacke of billets from the earth Raising each other into steeples heights Let him conuey this on the turning proppes Of Protean Law and his owne counsell keeping Keepe all vpright let me but Hawlke at him I le play the Vulture and so thumpe his liuer That like a huge vnlading Argosea He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Shew me a Clergie man that is in voice A Larke of Heauen in heart a Mowle of earth That hath good liuing and a wicked life A temperate looke and a luxurious gut Turning the rents of his superfluous Cures Into your Phesants and your Partriches Venting their Quintessence as men read Hebrew Let me but hawlke at him and like the other He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Shew me a Lawyer that turnes sacred law The equall rendrer of each man his owne The scourge of Rapine and Extortion The Sanctuarie and impregnable defence Of retir'd learning and oppressed vertue Into a Harpye that eates all but 's owne Into the damned sins it punisheth Into the Synagogue of theeues and Atheists Blood into gold and iustice into lust Let me but hawlke at him as at the tother He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Gui. Where will you finde such game as you would hawlke at Buss. I le hawlke about your house for one of them Gui. Come y' are a glorious Ruffin and runne proud Of the Kings headlong graces hold your breath Or by that poison'd vapour not the King Shall backe your murtherous valour against me Buss. I would the King would make his presence free But for one charge betwixt vs By the reuerence Due to the sacred space twixt kings and subiects Heere would I make thee cast that popular purple In which thy proud soule sits and braues thy soueraigne Mons. Peace peace I pray thee peace Buss. Let him peace first that made the first warre Mons. Hee 's the better man Buss. And therefore may doe worst Mons. He has more titles Buss. So Hydra had more heads Mons. Hee 's greater knowne Buss. His greatnesse is the peoples mine 's mine owne Mons. Hee 's noblie borne Buss. He is not I am noble And noblesse in his blood hath no gradation But in his merit Gui. Th' art not nobly borne But bastard to the Cardinall of Ambois Buss. Thou liest proud Guiserd let me flie my Lord Henr. Not in my face my Eagle violence flies The Sanctuaries of a Princes eies Buss. Still shall we chide and some vpon this bit Is the Guise only great in faction Stands he not by himselfe Prooues he th' Opinion That mens soules are without them Be a Duke And lead me to the field Guis. Come follow me Henr. Stay them stay D'Ambois Cosen Guise I wonder Your equall disposition brookes so ill A man so good that only would vphold Man in his natiue noblesse from whose fall All our dissentions rise that in himselfe Without the outward patches of our frailtie Riches and honour knowes he comprehends Worth with the greatest Kings had neuer borne Such boundlesse eminence ouer other men Had all maintain'd the spirit and state of D'Ambois Nor had the full impartiall hand of nature That all things gaue in her originall Without these definite terms of Mine and Thine Beene turn'd vniustly to the hand of Fortune Had all preseru'd her in her prime like D'Ambois No enuie no disiunction had dissolu'd Or pluck'd out one sticke of the golden fagot In which the world of Saturne was compris'd Had all beene held together with the nerues The genius and th' ingenuous soule of D'Ambois Let my hand therefore be the Hermean rodde To part and reconcile and so conserue you As my combin'd embracers and supporters Buss. T is our Kings motion and wee shall not seeme To worst eies womanish though wee change thus soone Neuer so great grudge for his greater pleasure Gui. I seale to that and so the manly freedome That you so much professe heereafter prooue
Of that inscrutable darkenesse where are hid All deepest truths and secrets neuer seene All which I know and command Legions Of knowing spirits that can doe more than these Any of this my guard that circle mee In these blew fires and out of whose dim fumes Vast murmurs vse to breake and from their soundes Articulat voices can doe ten parts more Than open such sleight truths as you require Com. From the last nights black depth I cald vp one Of the inferior ablest ministers And he could not resolue mee send one then Out of thine owne command to fetch the paper That Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry Beh. I will Cartophylax thou that properly Hast in thy power all papers so inscribde Glide through all barres to it and fetch that paper Car. I will a torch remoues Com. Till he returnes great prince of darknesse Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry Are yet encounterd Beh. Both them and the Guise Are now together Com. Shew vs all their persons And represent the place with all their actions Beh. The spirit will strait returne and then I le shew thee See he is come why broughtst thou not the paper Cart. He hath preuented me and got a spirit Rais'd by another great in our command To take the guard of it before I came Beh. This is your slacknesse not t' nuoke our powers When first your acts set foorth to their effects Yet shall you see it and themselues behold They come heere the Earle now holds the paper Ent. Mons. Gui. Mont. Bus. May we not heare them Mons. No be still and see Bus. I will go fetch the paper Com. Do not stir Ther 's too much distance and too many lockes Twixt you them how neere so e're they seeme For any man to interrupt their secrets Tam. O honord spirit flie into the fancie Of my offended Lord and do not let him Beleeue what there the wicked man hath written Pre. Perswasion hath already enterd him Beyond reflection peace till their departure Mons. There is a glasse of inke wherein you see How to make ready black fac't Tragedy You now discerne I hope through all her paintings Her gasping wrinkles and fames sepulchres Gui. Thinke you he faines my Lord what hold you now Doe we maligne your wife or honour you Mons. What stricken dumbe nay fie Lord be not danted Your case is common were it ne're so rare Beare it as rarely now to laugh were manly A woorthy man should imitate the weather That sings in tempests and being cleere is silent Gui. Goe home my Lord and force your wife to write Such louing stuffe to D'Ambois as she vsde When she desir'd his presence Mons. Doe my Lord And make her name her conceald messenger That close and most inennerable Pander That passeth all our studies to exquire By whom conuay the letter to her loue And so you shall be sure to haue him come Within the thirsty reach of your reuenge Before which lodge an ambush in her chamber Behind the arras of your stoutest men All close and soundly armd and let them share A spirit amongst them that would serue a thousand Gui. Yet stay a little see she sends for you Mons. Poore louing lady she 'le make all good yet Thinke you not so my Lord Gui. Ahlas poore soule Mons. This was ill done y'faith Exit Mont. Per. T' was nobly done And I forgiue his Lordship from my soule Mons. Then much good doo 't thee Pero hast a letter Per. I hope it be at least if not a volume Of worthy curses for your periury Mons. Now out vpon her Gui. Let me see my Lord Mons. You shall presently how fares my Pero Whos 's there take in this maid sh 'as caught a clap And fetch my surgeon to her come my Lord We 'l now peruse our letter Exeunt Mons. Guise Per. Furies rise Lead her out Out of the blacke lines and torment his soule Tam. Hath my Lord slaine my woman Beh. No she liues Com. What shall become of vs Beh. All I can say Being cald thus late is briefe and darkly this If D'Ambois mistresse stay not her white hand With his forst bloud he shall remaine vntoucht So father shall your selfe but by your selfe To make this Augurie plainer when the voice Of D'Ambois shall inuoke me I will rise Shining in greater light and shew him all That will betide ye all meane time be wise And let him curb his rage with policy Descendit cum suis Buc. Will he appeare to me when I inuoke him Com. He will be sure Buc. It must be shortly then For his darke words haue tied my thoughts on knots Till he dissolue and free them Tam. In meane time Deare seruant till your powerfull voice reuoke him Be sure to vse the policy he aduis'd Lest fury in your too quicke knowledge taken Of our abuse and your defence of me Accuse me more than any enemy And Father you must on my Lord impose Your holiest charges and the churches power To temper his hot spirit and disperse The cruelty and the bloud I know his hand Will showre vpon our heads if you put not Your finger to the storme and hold it vp As my deare seruant heere must do with Monsieur Bus. I le sooth his plots and strow my hate with smiles Till all at once the close mines of my heart Rise at full date and rush into his bloud I le bind his arme in silke and rub his flesh To make the vaine swell that his soule may gush Into some konnell where it longs to lie And policy shal be flanckt with policy Yet shall the feeling center where wee meet Grone with the wait of my approaching feet I le make th' inspired threshals of his Court Sweat with the weather of my horrid steps Before I enter yet will I appeare Like calme security before a ruine A politician must like lightening melt The very marrow and not Print the skin His waies must not be seene the superficies Of the greene center must not taste his feet When hell is plowd vp with his wounding tracts And all his haruest reap't from hellish facts Finis Actus Quarti Actus Quinti Scena Prima Montsurry bare vnbrac't pulling Tamyra in Comolet One bearing light a standish and paper which sets a Table Com. MY Lord remember that your soule must seeke Her peace as well as your reuengefull bloud You euer to this houre haue prou'd your selfe A noble zealous and obedient sonne T' our holy mother be not an apostate Your wiues offence serues not were it the woorst You can imagine without greater proofes To seuer your eternall bonds and harts Much lesse to touch her with a bloudy hand Nor is it manly much lesse husbandly To expiate any frailty in your wife With churlish strokes or beastly ods of strength The stony birth of clowds will touch no lawrell Nor any sleeper your wife is your lawrell And sweetest sleeper do not touch her
alone If she dissemble she thinkes t is not done If not dissemble nor a little chide Giue her her wish she is not satisfi'd To haue a man thinke that she neuer seekes Does her more good than to haue all she likes This frailtie sticks in them beyond their sex Which to reforme reason is too perplex Vrge reason to them it will doe no good Humour that is the charriot of our foode In euerie bodie must in them be fed To carrie their affections by it bred Stand close Enter Tamyra Tam. Alas I feare my strangenesse will retire him If he goe backe I die I must preuent it And cheare his onset with my sight at least And that 's the most though euerie step he takes Goes to my heart I le rather die than seeme Not to be strange to that I most esteeme Com. Madam Tamy. Ah Com. You will pardon me I hope That so beyond your expectation And at a time for visitants so vnfit I with my noble friend heere visit you You know that my accesse at any time Hath euer beene admitted and that friend That my care will presume to bring with mee Shall haue all circumstance of worth in him To merit as free welcome as my selfe Tamy. O father but at this suspicious houre You know how apt best men are to suspect vs In any cause that makes suspicious shadow No greater than the shadow of a haire And y' are to blame what though my Lord and husband Lie foorth to night and since I cannot sleepe When he is absent I sit vp to night Though all the doores are sure all our seruants As sure bound with their sleepes yet there is one That sits aboue whose eie no sleepe can binde He sees through doores and darkenesse and our thoughts And therefore as we should auoid with feare To thinke amisse our selues before his search So should we be as curious to shunne All cause that other thinke not ill of vs D'Amb. Madam t is farre from that I only heard By this my honour'd father that your conscience Was something troubled with a false report That Barrisors blood should something touch your hand Since he imagin'd I was courting you When I was bold to change words with the Duchesse And therefore made his quarrell which my presence Presum'd on with my father at this season For the more care of your so curious honour Can well resolue your Conscience is most false Tam. And is it therefore that you come good sir Then craue I now your pardon and my fathers And sweare your presence does me so much comfort That all I haue it bindes to your requitall Indeede sir t is most true that a report Is spread alleaging that his loue to mee Was reason of your quarrell and because You shall not thinke I faine it for my glorie That he importun'd me for his Court seruice I le shew you his owne hand set downe in blood To that vaine purpose Good Sir then come in Father I thanke you now a thousand fold Com. May it be worth it to you honour'd daughter Finis Actus secundi Actus Tertij Scena Prima Bucy Tamyra Tam. O My deare seruant in thy close embraces I haue set open all the dores of danger To my encompast honor and my life Before I was secure against death and hell But now am subiect to the hartlesse feare Of euery shadow and of euery breath And would change firmnesse with an aspen leafe So confident a spotlesse conscience is So weake a guilty O the daugerous siege Sin laies about vs and the tyranny He exercises when he hath expugn'd Like to the horror of a winters thunder Mixt with a gushing storme that suffer nothing To stirre abroad on earth but their own rages Is sin when it hath gathered head aboue vs No roofe no shelter can secure vs so But he will drowne our cheeks in feare or woe Buc. Sin is a coward Madam and insults But on our weaknesse in his truest valour And so our ignorance tames vs that we let His shadowes fright vs and like empty clouds In which our faulty apprehensions fordge The formes of Dragons Lions Elephants When they hold no proportion the slie charmes Of the witch policy makes him like a monster Kept onely to shew men for Goddesse money That false hagge often paints him in her cloth Ten times more monstrous than he is in troth In three of vs the secret of our meeting Is onely guarded and three friends as one Haue euer beene esteem'd as our three powers That in our one soule are as one vnited Why should we feare then for my truth I sweare Sooner shall torture be the Sire to pleasure And health be grieuous to men long time sicke Than the deare iewell of your fame in me Be made an outcast to your infamy Nor shall my value sacred to your vertues Onely giue free course to it from my selfe But make it flie out of the mouths of kings In golden vapours and with awfull wings Tam. It rests as all kings seales were set in thee Exit D' Amb. Manet Tamy. Ta. It is not I but vrgent destiny That as great states men for their generall end In politique iustice make poore men offend Enforceth my offence to make it iust What shall weake Dames doe when t'whole worke of Nature Hath a strong finger in each one of vs Needs must that sweep away the silly cobweb Of our still-vndone labours that laies still Our powers to it as to the line the stone Not to the stone the line should be oppos'd We cannot keepe our constant course in vertue What is alike at all parts euery day Differs from other euery houre and minute I euery thought in our false clock of life Oft times inuerts the whole circumference We must be sometimes one sometimes another Our bodies are but thicke clouds to our soules Through which they cannnot shine when they desire When all the starres and euen the sunne himselfe Must stay the vapors times that he exhales Before he can make good his beames to vs O how can we that are but motes to him VVandring at randon in his orderd rayes Disperse our passions fumes with our weake labors That are more thick black than all earths vapors Enter Mont. Mon. Good day my loue what vp and ready too Tam. Both my deare Lord not all this night made I My selfe vnready or could sleepe a winke Mont. Ahlasse what troubled my true loue my peace From being at peace within her better selfe Or how could sleepe forbeare to sease thy beauties VVhen he might challenge them as his iust prise Tam. I am in no powre earthly but in yours To what end should I goe to bed my Lord That wholly mist the comfort of my bed Or how should sleepe possesse my faculties VVanting the proper closer of mine eies Mont. Then will I neuer more sleepe night from thee All mine owne Businesse all the Kings affaires Shall take the day to serue them