was giuen the 22. of this month condemning the said Duke of Byron of heigh treason for his direct conspiracies against the kings person enterprises against his state Byr. That is most false let me for euer be Depriued of heauen as I shall be of earth If it be true knowe worthy country-men These two and twenty moneths I haue bene clere Of all atempts against the king and state Har. Treaties and trecheries with his Enemies being marshall of the Kings army for reparation of which crimes they depriued him of all his estates honors and dignities and condemned him to lose his head vpon a Scaffold at the Greaue Byr. The Greaue had that place stood for my dispatch I had not yeelded all your forces should not Stire me one foote wild horses should haue drawne My body peece-meale eare you all had brought me Har. Declaring all his goods moueable and inmoueable whatsoeuer to be confiscate to the King the Signeury of Byron to loose the title of Duchy and Peere for euer Byr. Now is your forme contented Cha. I my Lord And I must now entreat you to deliuer Your order vp the king demands it of you Byr. And I restore it with my vow of safty In that world where both he and I are one I neuer brake the oth I tooke to take it Cha. We 'l now my Lord wee 'l take our latest leaues Beseeching heauen to take as clere from you All sence of torment in your willing death All loue and thought of what you must leaue here As when you shall aspire heauens highest sphere Byr. Thankes to your Lordship and let me pray to That you will hold good censure of my life By the cleere witnesse of my soule in death That I haue neuer past act gainst the King Which if my faith had let me vndertake They had bene three yeares since amongst the dead Harl: Your soule shall finde his safety in her owne Call the executioner Byr: Good sir I pray Go after and beseech the Chancellor That he will let my body be interrd Amongst my predecessors at Byron Desc: I go my Lord Exit Byr: Go go can all go thus And no man come with comfort farewell world He is at no end of his actions blest Whose ends will make him greatest and not best They tread no ground but ride in ayre on stormes That follow State and hunt their empty formes Who see not that the Valleys of the world Make euen right with the Mountains that they grow Greene and lye warmer and euer peacefull are When Clowdes spit fire as Hilles and burne them bare Not Valleys part but we should imitate Streames That run below the Valleys and do yeeld To euery Mole-hill euery Banke imbrace That checks their Currants and when Torrents come That swell and raise them past their naturall height How madde they are and trubl'd like low straines With Torrents crownd are men with Diademes Vit: My Lord t is late wilt please you to go vp Byr. Vp t is a faire preferment ha ha ha There should go showtes to vp-shots not a breath Of any mercy yet come since we must Whos 's this Pral: The executioner my Lord Byr: Death slaue downe or by the blood that moues me I le plucke thy throat out goe I le call you straight Hold boy and this Hang Soft boy I le barre you that Byr: Take this then yet I pray thee that againe I do not ioy in sight of such a Pageant As presents death Though this life haue a cursse T is better then another that is worse Arch My Lord now you are blinde to this worlds sight Looke vpward to a world of endles light Byr: I I you talke of vpward still to others And downwards looke with headlong eyes your selues Now come you vp sir But not touch me yet Where shall I be now Hang Heere my Lord Byr: Where 's that Hang There there my Lord Byr: And where slaue is that there Thou seest I see not yet I speake as I saw Well now i st fit Hang Kneele I beseech your Grace That I may do mine office with most order Byr: Do it and if at one blow thou art short Giue one and thirty I le indure them all Hold stay a little comes there yet no mercy High Heauen curse these exemplarie proceedings When Iustice failes they sacrifize our example Hang Let me beseech you I may cut your haire Byr: Out vgly Image of my cruell Iustice Yet wilt thou be before me stay my will Or by the will of Heauen I le strangle thee Vit: My Lord you make to much of this your body Which is no more your owne Byr: Nor is it yours I le take my death with all the horride rites And representments of the dread it merits Let tame Nobilitie and nummed fooles That apprehend not what they vndergo Be such exemplarie and formall sheepe I will not haue him touch me till I will If you will needs racke me beyond my reason Hell take me but I le strangle halfe that 's here And force the rest to kill me I le leape downe If but once more they tempt me to dispaire You wish my quiet yet giue cause of fury Thinke you to set rude windes vpon the Sea Yet keepe it calme or cast me in a sleepe With shaking of my chaines about myne eares O honest Soldiers you haue seene me free From any care of many thousand deathes Yet of this one the manner doth amaze me View view this wounded bosome how much bound Should that man make me that would shoote it through Is it not pitty I should lose my life By such a bloody and infamous stroake Soldi Now by thy spirit and thy better Angell If thou wert cleere the Continent of France Would shrinke beneath the burthen of thy death Ere it would beare are it Vit: Whos 's that Soldi I say well And cleere your Iustice here is no ground shrinks If he were cleere it would And I say more Clere or not cleere If he with all his foulenesse Stood here in one Skale and the Kings chiefe Mynion Stood in another here Put here a pardon Here lay a royall gift this this in merit Should hoyse the other Mynion into ayre Vit: Hence with that franticke Byr: This is some poore witnes That my desert might haue out-weighed my forfeyt But danger hauntes desert when he is Greatest His hearty ills are prou'd out of his glaunces And Kings suspicions needes no Ballances So her 's a most decreetall end of me VVhich I desire in me may end my wrongs Commend my loue I charge you to my brothers And by my loue and misery command them To keepe their faiths that bind them to the King And proue no stomakers of my misfortunes Nor come to Court till time hath eaten out The blots and skarres of my opprobrious death And tell the Earle my deare friend of D'Auergne That my death vtterly were free from griefe But for the sad losse of his worthy friendship And if I had beene made for longer life I would haue more deseru'd him in my seruice Beseeching him to know I haue not vsde One word in my arraignement that might touch him Had I no other want then so ill meaning And so farewell for euer neuer more Shall any hope of my reuiuall see mee Such is the endlesse exile of dead men Summer succeeds the spring Autumne the Summer The Frosts of Winter the falne leaues of Autumne All these and all fruites in them yearely fade And euery yeare returne but cursed man Shall neuer more renew his vanisht face Fall on your knees then Statists ere yee fall That you may rise againe knees bent too late Stick you in earth like statues see in me How you are powr'd downe from your cleerest heauens Fall lower yet mixt with th' vnmoued center That your owne shadowes may no longer mocke yee Stricke stricke O stricke Flie flie commanding soule And on thy wings for this thy bodies breath Beare the eternall victory of death FINIS
BYRONS CONSPIRACIE ACTVS I. SCAENA I. Sauoy Roncas Rochette Breton Sau. I Would not for halfe Sauoy but haue bound Fraunce to some fauour by my personall presence More than your selfe my Lord Ambassadour Could haue obtaind for all Ambassadours You know haue chiefly these instructions To note the State and chiefe sway of the Court To which they are employde to penetrate The heart and marrow of the Kings designes And to obserue the countenances and spirites Of such as are impatient of rest And wring beneath some priuate discontent But past all these there are a number more Of these State Critiscismes That our personall view May profitably make which cannot fall Within the powres of our instruction To make you comprehend I will doe more With my meere shadow than you with your persons All you can say against my comming heere Is that which I confesse may for the time Breede strange affections in my brother Spaine But when I shal haue time to make my Cannans The long-tong'd Heraulds of my hidden drifts Our reconcilement will be made with triumphs Ron. If not your Highnesse hath small cause to care Hauing such worthy reason to complaine Of Spaines colde friendship and his lingring succours Who onely entertaines your griefes with hope To make your medcine desperate Roch. My Lord knowes The Spanish glosse too well his forme stuffe'lasting And the most dangerous conditions He layes on them with whome he is in league Th' iniustice in the most vnequall dowre Giuen with th' Infanta whome my Lord espousde Compar'd with that her elder sister had May tell him how much Spaines loue weighs to him When of so many Globes and Scepters held By the great King he onely would bestow A portion but of six score thousand Crownes In yeerely pension with his highnesse wife When the Infanta wedded by the Archduke Had the Franch County and lowe Prouinces Bret. We should not set these passages of Splene Twixt Spaine and Sauoy to the weaker part More good by suffrance growes than deedes of heart The nearer Princes are the further off In rites of friendship my aduice had neuer Consented to this voyage of my Lord In which he doth endaunger Spaines whole losse For hope of some poore fragment heere in Fraunce Sau. My hope in France you know not though my counsel And for my losse of Spaine it is agreede That I should sleight it oft-times Princes rules Are like the Chymicall Philosophers Leaue me then to mine owne proiection In this our thriftie Alchymie of state Yet helpe me thus farre you that haue beene heere Our Lord Ambassadour and in short informe mee What Spirites here are fit for our designes Ron. The new-created Duke Byron is fit Were there no other reason for your presence To make it worthie for he is a man Of matchlesse valure and was euer happy In all encounters which were still made good With an vnwearyed sence of any toyle Hauing continewd fourteene dayes together Vpon his horse his blood is not voluptuous Nor much inclinde to women his desires Are higher than his state and his deserts Not much short of the most he can desire If they be weigh'd with what Fraunce feeles by them He is past measure glorious And that humour Is fit to feede his Spirites whome it possesseth With faith in any errour chiefly where Men blowe it vp with praise of his perfections The taste whereof in him so soothes his pallate And takes vp all his appetite that oft times He will refuse his meate and companie To feast alone with their most strong conceit Ambition also cheeke by cheeke doth march With that excesse of glory both sustaind With an vnlimited fancie That the King Nor Fraunce it selfe without him can subsist Sau. He is the man my Lord I come to winne And that supreame intention of my presence Saw neuer light till now which yet I feare The politike king suspecting is the cause That he hath sent him so farre from my reach And made him chiefe in the Commission Of his ambassage to my brother Arch-duke With whome he is now and as I am tolde So entertaind and fitted in his humour That ere I part I hope he will returne Prepar'd and made the more fit for the phisicke That I intend to minister Ron. My Lord There is another discontented Spirite Now heere in Court that for his braine and aptnes To any course that may recouer him In his declined and litigious state Will serue Byron as he were made for him In giuing vent to his ambitious vaine And that is De Laffin Sau. You tell me true And him I thinke you haue prepar'd for me Ron. I haue my Lord and doubt not he will prooue Of the yet taintlesse fortresse of Byron A quicke Expugner and a strong Abider Sau. Perhappes the battry will be brought before him In this ambassage for I am assur'd They set high price of him and are informde Of all the passages and means for mines That may be thought on to his taking in Enter Henry and Laffin The King comes and Laffin the Kings aspect Folded in cloudes Hen. I will not haue my traine Made a retreite for Bankroutes nor my Court A hyue for Droanes prowde Beggars and true Thieues That with a forced truth they sweare to me Robbe my poore subiects shall giue vp their Arts And hencefoorth learne to liue by their desarts Though I am growne by right of Birth and Armes Into a greater kingdome I will spreade With no more shade then may admit that kingdome Her proper naturall and woonted fruites Nauarre shall be Nauarre and France still France If one may be the better for the other By mutuall rites so neither shall be worse Thou arte in lawe in quarrells and in debt Which thou wouldst quit with countnaunce Borrowing With thee is purchase and thou seekst by me In my supportance now our olde warres cease To wage worse battells with the armes of Peace Laf. Peace must not make men Cowherds nor keepe calme Her pursie regiment with mens smootherd breaths I must confesse my fortunes are declinde But neither my deseruings nor my minde I seeke but to sustaine the right I found When I was rich in keeping what is left And making good my honour as at best Though it be hard mans right to euery thing Wanes with his wealth wealth is his surest King Yet Iustice should be still indifferent The ouerplus of Kings in all their might Is but to peece out the defects of right And this I sue for nor shall frownes and taunts The common Scarre-crowes of all poore mens suites Nor mis-construction that doth colour still Licentiate Iustice punishing good for ill Keepe my free throate from knocking at the Skie If thunder chid mee for my equitie Hen. Thy equity is to be euer banisht From Court and all societie of noblesse Amongst whome thou throwst balls of all dissention Thou arte at peace with nothing but with warre Hast no heart but to hurt and eatst thy
thinkes fit to do he dares Byr. By heauen I wonder at you I will aske it As sternely and secure of all repulse As th' antient Persians did when they implorde Their idoll fire to grant them any boone With which they would descend into a flood And threaten there to quench it if they faild Of that they ask't it Laffi. Said like your Kings King Cold hath no act in depth nor are suites wrought Of any high price that are coldly sought I le hast and with your courage comfort Sauoy Exit Laffin D' Au. I am your friend my Lord and will deserue That name with following any course you take Yet for your owne sake I could wish your spirit Would let you spare all broade termes of the King Or on my life you will at last repent it Byr. What can he doe D' Au. All that you can not feare Byr. You feare too much be by when next I see him And see how I will vrge him in this suite He comes marke you that thinke He will not grant it Enter Henry Esp. Soiss Ia. I am become a suiter to your highnesse Hen. For what my Lord t is like you shall obtaine Byr. I do not much doubt that my seruices I hope haue more strength in your good conceite Then to receiue repulse in such requests Hen. What is it Byr. That you would bestowe on one whom I shall name The keeping of the Citadell of Bourg Hen. Excuse me sir I must not grant you that Byr. Not grant me this sute Hen. It is not fit I should You are my gouernor in Burgundy And Prouince gouernors that command in chiefe Ought not to haue the charge of fortresses Besides it is the chiefe key of my kingdome That opens towards Italie and must therefore Be giuen to one that hath imediatly Dependance on vs Byr: These are wondrous reasons Is not a man depending on his merits As fit to haue the charge of such a key As one that meerely hangs vppon your humors Hen: Do not enforce your merits so your self It takes away their luster and reward Byr: But you will grant my suite Hen: I sweare I cannot Keeping the credit of my braine and place Byr: Will you deny me then Hen: I am inforcst I haue no power more then your selfe in things That are beyond my reason Byr: Then my selfe That 's a strange sleight in your comparison Am I become th' example of such men As haue lest power Such a diminitiue I was comparatiue in the better sort And such a King as you would say I cannot Do such or such a thing were I as great In power as he euen that indefinite he Exprest me full This Moone is strangely chang'd Hen: How can I helpe it would you haue a King That hath a white beard haue so greene a braine Byr: A plague of braine what doth this touch your braine You must giue me more reason or I sweare Hen: Sweare what do you sweare Byr: I Sweare you wrong me And deale not like a King to iest and sleight A man that you should curiously reward Tell me of your gray beard it is not gray With care to recompence me who eas'd your care Hen: You haue beene recompenc't from head to foote Byr: With a distrusted dukedome Take your dukedome Bestow'd on me againe It was not giuen For any loue but feare and force of shame Hen: Yet t was your honor which if you respect not Why seeke you this Adition Byron Since this honour Would shew you lou'd me to in trusting me Without which loue and trust honor is shame A very Pageant and a propertie Honor with all his Adiuncts I deserue And you quit my deserts with your gray beard Hen: Since you expostulate the matter so I tell you plaine Another reason is Why I am mou'd to make you this deniall That I suspect you to haue had intelligence With my vowd enimies Byr: Miserie of vertue Ill is made good with worse This reason poures Poyson for Balme into the wound you made You make me madde and rob me of my soule To take away my try'd loue and my Truth Which of my labors which of all my woundes Which ouerthrow which Battayle wonne for you Breedes this suspition Can the blood of faith Lost in all these to finde it proofe and strength Beget disloyalty all my raine is falne Into the horse-fayre springing pooles and myre And not in thankfull grounds or fields of fruite Fall then before vs O thou flaming Christall That art the vncorrupted Register Of all mens merits And remonstrate heere The fights the dangers the affrights and horrors Whence I haue rescu'd this vnthankefull King And shew commixt with them the ioyes the glories Of his state then Then his kind thoughts of me Then my deseruings Now my infamie But I will be mine owne King I will see That all your Chronicles be fild with me That none but I and my renowned Syre Be said to winne the memorable fieldes Of Arques and Deepe and none but we of all Kept you from dying there in an Hospitall None but my selfe that wonne the day at Dreux A day of holy name and needes no night Nor none but I at Fountaine Francois burst The heart strings of the leaguers I alone Tooke Amiens in these armes and held her fast In spight of all the Pitchy fires she cast And clowds of bullets pourd vpon my brest Till she showd yours and tooke her naturall forme Onely my selfe married to victory Did people Artois Douay Picardie Bethune and Saint Paule Bapaume and Courcelles With her triumphant issue Hen. Ha ha ha Exit Byron drawing and is held by D'Au. D'Au. O hold my Lord for my sake mighty Spirrit Exit Enter Byron Dau following vnseene Byr. Respect Reuendge slaughter repaie for laughter What 's graue in Earth what awfull what abhord If my rage be ridiculouse I will make it The law and rule of all things serious So long as such as he Are suffered soothed and wrest all right to safty So long is mischiefe gathering massacres For their curst kingdomes which I will preuent Laughter I le fright it from him farre as he Hath cast irreuocable shame which euer Bring found is lost and lost returneth neuer Should Kings cast of their bounties with their dangers He that can warme at fires where vertue burnes Hunt pleasure through her torments nothing feele Of all his subiects suffer but long hid In wants and miseries and hauing past Through all the grauest shapes of worth and honor For all Heroique fashions to be learned By those hard lessons shew an antique vizard Who would not wish him rather hewd to nothing Then left so monstrous slight my seruices Drowne the dead noises of my sword in laughter My blowes as but the passages of shadowes Ouer the highest and most barraine hills And vse me like no man but as he tooke me Into a desart gasht with all my wounds Sustaind for him and buried me in flies
other forreigne King Should quite against the streame of all religion Honor and reason take a course so foule And neither keepe his Oth nor saue his Soule Can the poore keeping of a Citadell Which I denyed to be at his disposure Make him forgoe the whole strength of his honours It is impossible though the violence Of his hot spirit made him make attempt Vpon our person for denying him Yet well I found his loyall iudgment seru'd To keepe it from effect besides being offer'd Two hundred thousand crownes in yearely pention And to be Generall of all the forces The Spaniards had in France they found him still As an vnmatcht Achilles in the warres So a most wise Vlisses to their words Stopping his eares at their enchanted sounds And plaine he tould them that although his blood Being mou'd by Nature were a very fire And boyld in apprehension of a wrong Yet should his mind hold such a scepter there As would containe it from all act and thought Of treachery or ingratitude to his Prince Yet do I long me thinkes to see La Fin Who hath his heart in keeping since his state Growne to decay and he to discontent Comes neere the ambitious plight of Duke Byron My Lord Vidame when does your Lordship thinke Your vnckle of La Fin will be arriu'd Vid. I thinke my Lord he now is neere ariuing For his particular iourny and deuotion Voud to the holy Lady of Loretto Was long since past and he vpon returne Hen. In him as in a christall that is charm'd I shall descerne by whome and what designes My rule is threatenede and that sacred power That hath enabled this defensiue arme When I enioyd but in an vnequall Nooke Of that I now possesse to front a King Farre my Superiour And from twelue set battailes March home a victor ten of them obtaind VVithout my personall seruice will not see A traitrous subiect foile me and so end VVhat his hand hath with such successe begunne Enter a Ladie and a Nursse bringing the Daulphine Esp. See the yong Daulphin brought to cheere your highnes Hen. My royall blessing and the King of heauen Make thee an aged and a happie King Helpe Nurse to put my sword into his hand Hold Boy by this and with it may thy arme Cut from thy tree of rule all traitrous branches That striue to shadow and eclips thy glories Haue thy old fathers angell for thy guide Redoubled be his spirit in thy brest VVho when this State ranne like a turbulent sea In ciuill hates and bloudy enmity Their wrathes and enuies like so many windes Setled and burst and like the Halcions birth Be thine to bring a calme vpon the shore In which the eyes of warre may euer sleepe As ouermacht with former massacres VVhen gultie made Noblesse feed on Noblesse All the sweete plentie of the realme exhausted VVhen the nak't merchant was pursude for spoile VVhen the pore Pezants frighted neediest theeues VVith their pale leanenesse nothing left on them But meager carcases sustaind with ayre Wandring like Ghosts affrighted from their graues VVhen with the often and incessant sounds The very beasts knew the alarum bell And hearing it ranne bellowing to their home From which vnchristian broiles and homicides Let the religious sword of iustice free Thee and thy kingdomes gouern'd after me O heauen or if th' vnsettled bloud of France VVith ease and welth renew he ciuill furies Let all my powers be emptied in my Sonne To curb and end them all as I haue done Let him by vertue quite out of from fortune Her fetherd shoulders and her winged shooes And thrust from her light feete her turning stone That she may euer tarry by his throne And of his worth let after ages say He fighting for the land and bringing home Iust conquests loden with his enimies spoiles His father past all France in martiall deeds But he his father twenty times exceedes Enter the Duke of Byron D'Avuergne and Laffin Byr. My deare friends D'Avuergne and Laffin We neede no coniurations to conceale Our close intendments to aduance our states Euen with our merits which are now neclected Since Britaine is reduc't and breathlesse warre Hath sheath'd his sword and wrapt his Ensignes vp The King hath now no more vse of my valure And therefore I shall now no more enioy The credite that my seruice held with him My seruice that hath driuen through all extreames Through tempests droughts and through the deepest floods Winters of shot and ouer rockes so high That birds could scarce aspire their ridgy toppes The world is quite inuerted vertue throwne At Vices feete and sensuall peace confounds Valure and cowardise Fame and Infamy The rude and terrible age is turnd againe When the thicke ayre hid heauen and all the starres Were drown'd in humor tough and hard to peirse When the red Sunne held not his fixed place Kept not his certaine course his rise and set Nor yet distinguisht with his definite boundes Nor in his firme conuersions were discernd The fruitfull distances of time and place In the well varyed seasons of the yeare When th' incomposd incursions of floods Wasted and eat the earth and all things shewed Wilde and disordred nought was worse then now Wee must reforme and haue a new creation Of State and gouernment and on our Chaos Will I sit brooding vp another world I who through all the dangers that can siege The life of man haue forcst my glorious way To the repayring of my countries ruines Will ruine it againe to re-aduance it Romaine Camyllus safte the State of Rome With farre lesse merite then Byron hath France And how short of this is my recompence The king shall know I will haue better price Set on my seruices in spight of whome I will proclaime and ring my discontents Into the farthest eare of all the world Laff: How great a spirit he breaths how learnd how wise But worthy Prince you must giue temperate ayre To your vnmatcht and more then humaine winde Else will our plots be frost-bit in the flowre D'Au: Betwixt our selues we may giue liberall vent To all our fiery and displeas'd impressions Which nature could not entertaine with life Without some exhalation A wrongd thought Will breake a rib of steele Byr. My Princely friend Enough of these eruptions our graue Councellor Well knowes that great affaires will not be forg'd But vpon Anuills that are linde with wooll We must ascend to our intentions toppe Like Clowdes that be not seene till they be vp Laff: O you do too much rauish And my soule Offer to Musique in your numerous breath Sententious and so high it wakens death It is for these parts that the Spanish King Hath sworne to winne them to his side At any price or perrill That great Sauoy Offers his princely daughter and a dowry Amounting to fiue hundred thousand crownes With full transport of all the Soueraigne rights Belonging to the State of Burgondie Which marriage will be made the
in the world deserue respect Hee should be borne grey-headed that will beare The sword of Empire Iudgement of the life Free state and reputation of a man If it be iust and worthy dwells so darke That it denies accesse to Sunne and Moone The soules eye sharpned with that sacred light Of whome the Sunne it selfe is but a beame Must onely giue that iudgement O how much Erre those Kings then that play with life and death And nothing put into their serious States But humor and their lusts For which alone Men long for kingdomes whose huge counterpoise In cares and dangers could a foole comprise He would not be a King but would be wise Enter Byron talking with the Queene Esp D' Entragues D' Av: with another Lady others attending Hen: Heere comes the man with whose ambitious head Cast in the way of Treason we must stay His full chace of our ruine and our Realme This houre shall take vpon her shady winges His latest liberty and life to Hell D'Av: We are vndone Queene What 's that Byr: I heard him not Hen: Madam y' are honord much that Duke Byron Is so obseruant Some to cardes with him You foure as now you come sit to Primero And I will fight a battayle at the Chesse Byr. A good safe fight beleeue me Other warre Thirsts blood and wounds and his thirst quencht is thankles Esp: Lift and then cut Byr: T is right the end of lifting When men are lifted to their highest pitch They cut of those that lifted them so high Qu Apply you all these sports so seriously Byr: They first were from our serious acts deuis'd The best of which are to the best but sports I meane by best the greatest for their ends In men that serue them best are their owne pleasures Qu So in those best mens seruices their ends Are their owne pleasures passe Byr: I vy't Hen: I see 't And wonder at his frontles impudence Exit Hen Chan How speedes your Maiestie Qu Well the Duke instructs me With such graue lessons of mortallitie Forc't out of our light sport that if I loose I cannot but speed well Byr. Some idle talke For Courtship sake you know does not amisse Chan. Would we might heare some of it Byr. That you shall I cast away a card now makes me thinke Of the deceased worthy King of Spaine Chan. What card was that Byr. The King of hearts my Lord Whose name yeelds well the memorie of that King Who was indeed the worthy King of hearts And had both of his subiects hearts and strangers Much more then all the Kings of Christendome Chan. He wun them with his gold Byr. He wun them chiefely With his so generall Pietie and Iustice And as the little yet great Macedon Was sayd with his humane philosophy To teach the rapefull Hyrcans mariage And bring the barbarous Sogdians to nourish Not kill their aged Parents as before Th' incestuous Persians to reuerence Their mothers not to vse them as their wiues The Indians to adore the Grecian Gods The Scythians to inter not eate their Parents So he with his diuine Philosophy Which I may call his since he chiefely vsd it In Turky India and through all the world Expell'd prophane idolatry and from earth Raisd temples to the highest whom with the word He could not winne he iustly put to sword Chan. He sought for gold and Empire Byr. T was Religion And her full propagation that he sought If gold had beene his end it had beene hoorded When he had fetcht it in so many fleetes Which he spent not on Median Luxurie Banquets and women Calidonian wine Nor deare Hyrcanian fishes but emploid it To propagate his Empire and his Empire Desird t' extend so that he might withall Extend Religion through it and all nations Reduce to one firme constitution Of Pietie Iustice and one publique weale To which end he made all his matchles subiects Make tents their castles and their garisons True Catholikes contrimen and their allies Heretikes strangers and their enemies There was in him the magnanimity Montig. To temper your extreame applause my Lord Shorten and answere all things in a word The greatest commendation we can giue To the remembrance of that King deceast Is that he spar'd not his owne eldest sonne But put him iustly to a violent death Because hee sought to trouble his estates Byr. I st so Chan. That bit my Lord vpon my life T was bitterly replied and doth amaze him The King sodainely enters hauing determined what to doe Hen. It is resolud A worke shall now be done Which while learnd Atlas shall with starres be crownd While th' Ocean walkes in stormes his wauy round While Moones at full repaire their broken rings While Lucifer fore-shewes Auroras springs And Arctos stickes aboue the Earth vnmou'd Shall make my realme be blest and me beloued Call in the count D' Auuergne Enter D'Au A word my Lord Will you become as wilfull as your friend And draw a mortall iustice on your heads That hangs so blacke and is so loth to strike If you would vtter what I knowe you knowe Of his inhumaine treason on Stronge Barre Betwixt his will and duty were dissolud For then I know he would submit himselfe Thinke you it not as stronge a point of faith To rectifie your loyalties to me As to be trusty in ech others wrong Trust that deceiues our selues in treachery And Truth that truth conceales an open lie D'Au. My Lord if I could vtter any thought Instructed with disloyalty to you And might light any safty to my friend Though mine owne heart came after it should out Hen. I knowe you may and that your faith 's affected To one another are so vaine and faulce That your owne Strengths will ruine you ye contend To cast vp rampiers to you in the sea And striue to stop the waues that runne before you D'Au. All this my Lord to me is misery Hen. It is I le make it plaine enouge Beleeue me Come my Lord Chancellor let vs end our mate Enter Varennes whispering to Byron Var. You are vndone my Lord Exit Byr: Is it possible Que. Play good my Lord whom looke you for Esp. Your mind Is not vpon your Game Byr. Play pray you play Hen. Enough t is late and time to leaue our play On all hands all forbeare the roome my Lord Stay you with me yet is your will resolued To dewty and the maine bond of your life I sweare of all th' Intrusions I haue made Vpon your owne good and continew'd fortunes This is the last informe me yet the truth And here I vow to you by all my loue By all meanes showne you euen to this extreame When all men else forsake you you are safe What passages haue slipt twixt count Fuentes You and the Duke of Sauoye Byr. Good my Lord This nayle is driuen already past the head You much haue ouerchargd an honest man And I beseech you yeeld my Inocence iustice But
weigh My valure with the hisse of such a viper What I haue done to shunne the mortall shame Of so vniust an opposition My enuious starres cannot deny me this That I may make my Iudges witnesses And that my wretched fortunes haue reseru'd For my last comfort yee all know my Lords This body gasht with fiue and thirty wounds Whose life and death you haue in your award Holds not a veine that hath not opened beene And which I would not open yet againe For you and yours this hand that writ the lines Alledgd against me hath enacted still More good then there it onely talkt of ill I must confesse my choller hath transferd My tender spleene to all intemperate speech But reason euer did my deeds attend In worth of praise and imitation Had I borne any will to let them loose I could haue flesht them with bad seruices In England lately and in Swizerland There are a hundred Gentlemen by name Can witnesse my demeanure in the first And in the last Ambassage I adiure No other testimonies then the Seigneurs De Vio and Sillerie who amply know In what sort and with what fidelitie I bore my selfe to reconcile and knit In one desire so many wills disioynde And from the Kings allegiance quite with-drawne My acts aske many men though done by one And I were but one I stood for thousands And still I hold my worth though not my place Nor sleight me Iudges though I be but one One man in one sole expedition Reduc'd into th' imperiall powre of Rome Armenia Pontus and Arabia Syria Albania and Iberia Conquerd th' Hyrcanians and to Caucasus His arme extended the Numidians And Affrick to the shores Meridionall His powre subiected and that part of Spaine Which stood from those parts that Sertorius rulde Euen to the Atlantique Sea he conquered Th' Albanian kings he from the kingdoms chac'd And at the Caspian Sea their dwellings plac'd Of all the Earths globe by powre and his aduice The round-eyd Ocean saw him victor thrice And what shall let me but your cruell doome To adde as much to France as he to Rome And to leaue Iustice neither Sword nor word To vse against my life this Senate knowes That what with one victorious hand I tooke I gaue to all your vses with another With this I tooke and propt the falling kingdome And gaue it to the King I haue kept Your lawes of state from fire and you your selues Fixt in this high Tribunall from whose height The vengefull Saturnals of the League Had hurld yee head-long doe yee then returne This retribution can the cruell King The kingdome lawes and you all sau'd by me Destroy their sauer what aye me I did Aduerse to this this damnd Enchanter did That tooke into his will my motion And being banck-route both of wealth and worth Pursued with quarrels and with suites in law Feard by the kingdome threatned by the king Would raise the loathed dung-hill of his ruines Vpon the monumentall heape of mine Torne with possessed whirle-winds may he dye And dogs barke at his murthorous memory Chan My Lord our liberall sufferance of your speech Hath made it late and for this Session We will dismisse you take him back my Lord Exit Vit. Byron Har You likewise may depart Exit Laffin Chan. What resteth now To be decreed gainst this great prisoner A mighty merit and a monstrous crime Are here concurrent what by witnesses His letters and instructions we haue prou'd Himselfe confesseth and excuseth all With witch-craft and the onely act of thought For witch-craft I esteeme it a meere strength Of rage in him conceiu'd gainst his accuser Who being examinde hath denied it all Suppose it true it made him false But wills And worthy mindes witch-craft can neuer force And for his thoughts that brake not into deeds Time was the cause not will the mindes free act In treason still is Iudgd as th' outward fact If his deserts haue had a wealthy share In sauing of our land from ciuill furies Manlius had so that fast the Capitoll Yet for his after traiterous factions They threw him head-long from the place he sau'd My definite sentence then doth this import That we must quench the wilde-fire with his bloud In which it was so traiterously inflam'd Vnlesse with it we seeke to incence the land The King can haue no refuge for his life If his be quitted this was it that made Lewis th' eleuenth renounce his countrymen And call the valiant Scots out of their kingdome To vse their greater vertues and their faiths Then his owne subiects in his royall guarde What then conclude your censures Omnes He must dye Chan Draw then his sentence formally and send him And so all treasons in his death attend him Exeunt Enter Byron Espernon Soisson Ianin Vidame Descures Vit. I ioy you had so good a day my Lord Byr. I wone it from them all the Chancellor I answerd to his vttermost improuements I mou'd my other Iudges to lament My insolent misfortunes and to lothe The pockie soule and state-bawde my accuser I made replie to all that could be said So eloquently and with such a charme Of graue enforcements that me thought I sat Like Orpheus casting reignes on sauage beasts At the armes end as t were I tooke my barre And set it farre aboue the high tribunall Where like a Cedar on Mount Lebanon I Grew and made my iudges show like Box-trees And Boxtrees right their wishes would haue made them Whence boxes should haue growne till they had strooke My head into the budget but ahlas I held their bloudy armes with such strong reasons And by your leaue with such a fyrck of wit That I fetcht bloud vpon the Chancelors cheekes Me thinkes I see his countinance as he sat And the most lawierly deliuery Of his set speeches shall I play his part Enter Soiss Espa Esp: For heauens sake good my Lord Byr. I will ifaith Behold a wicked man A man debaucht A man contesting with his King A man On whom my Lords we are not to conniue Though we may condole A man That Laesa Maiestate sought a lease Of Plus quam satis A man that vi et armis Assaild the King and would per fas et nefas Aspire the kingdome here was lawiers learning Esp: He said not this my Lord that I haue heard Byr. This or the like I sweare I pen no speeches Soiss. Then there is good hope of your wisht acquitall Byr. Acquitall they haue reason were I dead I know they can not all supply my place I st possible the King should be so vaine To thinke he can shake me with feare of death Or make me apprehend that he intends it Thinkes he to make his firmest men his clowds The clowdes obseruing their Aeriall natures Are borne aloft and then to moisture hang'd Fall to the earth where being made thick and cold They loose both al their heate and leuitie Yet then againe recouering heate and
lightnesse Againe they are aduanc't and by the Sunne Made fresh and glorious and since clowdes are rapt With these vncertainties now vp now downe Am I to flit so with his smile or froune Esp. I wish your comforts and incoradgments May spring out of your saftie but I heare The King hath reasond so against your life And made your most friends yeeld so to his reasons That your estate is fearefull Byr. Yeeld t' his reasons O how friends reasons and their freedomes stretch When powre sets his wide tenters to their sides How like a cure by mere opinion It workes vpon our bloud like th' antient Gods Are Moderne Kings that liu'd past bounds themselues Yet set a measure downe to wretched men By many Sophismes they made good deceipt And since they past in powre surpast in right When Kings wills passe the starres winck and the Sunne Suffers eclips rude thunder yeelds to them His horrid wings sits smoothe as glasse engazd And lightning sticks twixt heauen and earth amazd Mens faiths are shaken and the pit of truth O'reflowes with darkenesse in which Iustice sits And keepes her vengeance tied to make it fierce And when it comes th' encreased horrors showe Heauens plague is sure though full of state and slowe Sist. O my deare Lord and brother O the Duke Byr. What sounds are these my Lord hark hark me thinks I heare the cries of people Esp. T is for one Wounded in fight here at Saint Anthonies Gate Byr. Sfoote one cried the Duke I pray harken Againe or burst your selues with silence no What contriman 's the common headsman here Soiss. He 's a Bourgonian Byr. The great deuill he is The bitter wizerd told me a Burgonian Should be my headsman strange concurrences S'death whos 's here Enter 4. Vshers bare Chanc Har Pol Fleur Vit Pralin with others O then I am but dead Now now ye come all to pronounce my sentence I am condemn'd vniustly tell my kinsfolkes I die an innocent If any friend pittie the ruine of the States sustainer Proclaime my innocence ah Lord Chancelor Is there no pardon will there come no mercie I put your hat on and let me stand bare Showe your selfe right a Lawier Chan. I am bare What would you haue me do Byr. You haue not done Like a good iustice and one that knew He sat vpon the precious bloud of vertue Y 'aue pleasd the cruell King and haue not borne As great regard to saue as to condemne You haue condemn'd me my Lord Chancelor But God acquites me he will open lay All your close treasons against him to collour Treasons layd to his truest images And you my Lord shall answere this iniustice Before his iudgement seate to which I summon In one yeare and a daie your hot apparanse I goe before by mens corrupted domes But they that caus'd my death shall after come By the imaculate iustice of the highest Chan. Well good my Lord commend your soule to him And to his mercie thinke of that I pray Byr. Sir I haue thought of it and euery howre Since my affliction askt on naked knees Patience to beare your vnbeleeu'd Iniustice But you nor none of you haue thought of him In my euiction y' are come to your benches With plotted iudgements your linckt eares so lowd Sing with preiudicate windes that nought is heard Of all pore prisoners vrge gainst your award Har. Passion my Lord transports your bitternes Beyond all collour and your propper iudgement No man hath knowne your merits more then I And would to God your great misdedes had beene As much vndone as they haue beene concealde The cries of them for iustice in desert Haue beene so lowd and piersing that they deafned The eares of mercie and haue labord more Your Iudges to compresse then to enforce them Pot. We bring you here your sentence will you reade it Byr. For heauens sake shame to vse me with such rigor I know what it imports and will not haue Mine eare blowne into flames with hearing it Haue you beene one of them that haue condemn'd me Flen. My Lord I am your Orator God comfort you Byr. Good Sir my father lou'd you so entirely That if you haue beene one my soule forgiues you It is the King most childish that he is That takes what he hath giuen that iniures me He gaue grace in the first draught of my fault And now restaines it grace againe I aske Let him againe vouchsafe it send to him A post will soone returne the Queene of England Told me that if the wilfull Earle of Essex Had vsd submission and but askt her mercie She would haue giuen it past resumption She like a gratious Princesse did desire To pardon him euen as she praid to God He would let doune a pardon vnto her He yet was guiltie I am innocent He still refusd grace I importune it Chan. This askt in time my Lord while he besought it And ere he had made his seuerity knowne Had with much ioye to him I know beene granted Byr. No no his bountie then was misery To offer when he knew t would be refusde He treads the vulgar pathe of all aduantage And loues men for his vices nor for their vertues My seruice would haue quickn'd gratitude In his owne death had he beene truely royall It would haue stirr'd the image of a King Into perpetuall motion to haue stood Neere the conspiracie restraind at Mantes And in a danger that had then the Woulfe To flie vpon his bosome had I onely held Intelligence with the conspirators Who stuck at no check but my loyaltie Nor kept life in their hopes but in my death The seege of Amiens would haue softned rocks Where couer'd all in showers of shot and fire I seem'd to all mens eyes a fighting flame With bullets cut in fashion of a man A sacrifize to valure impious King Which he will needes extinguish with my bloud Let him beware iustice will fall from heauen In the same forme I serued in that seege And by the light of that he shall decerne What good my ill hath brought him it will nothing Assure his State the same quench he hath cast Vpon my life shall quite put out his fame This day he looseth what he shall not finde By all daies he suruiues so good a seruant Nor Spaine so great a foe with whom ahlas Because I treated am I put to death T is put a politique glose my courage rais'd me For the deare price of fiue and thirtie skarres And that hath ruin'd me I thanke my Starres Come I le goe where yee will yee shall not lead me Chan. I feare his frenzie Neuer saw I man of such a spirit so amaz'd at death Har. He alters euery minute what a vapor The strongest minde is to a storme of crosses Exeunt Manent Esper Soisson Ianin Vidame D'escures Esp: O of what contraries consists a man Of what impossible mixtures vice and vertue Corruption and eternnesse at one time And in
onely Cyment T' effect and strengthen all our secret Treaties Instruct me thererfore my assured Prince Now I am going to resolue the King Of his suspitions how I shall behaue me Byr: Go my most trusted friend with happy feete Make me a sound man with him Go to Court But with a little traine and be prepar'd To heare at first tearmes of contempt and choller Which you may easily calme and turne to grace If you beseech his highnesse to beleeue That your whole drift and course for Italy Where he hath heard you were was onely made Out of your long-well-knowne deuotion To our right holy Lady of Lorretto As you haue told some of your friends in Court And that in passing Mylan and Thurin They charg'd you to propound my marriage With the third daughter of the Duke of Sauoy Which you haue done and I reiected it Resolu'd to build vpon his royall care For my bestowing which he lately vowd Laff. O you direct as if the God of light Sat in each nooke of you and pointed out The path of Empire Charming all the dangers On both sides arm'd with his harmoniouse finger Byr: Besides let me intreat you to dismisse All that haue made the voyage with your Lordship But specially the Curate And to locke Your papers in some place of doubtlesse safety Or sacrifize them to the God of fire Considering worthily that in your handes I put my fortunes honour and my life Laff: Therein the bounty that your Grace hath showne me I prize past life and all thinges that are mine And will vndoubtedly preserue and tender The merit of it as my hope of heauen Byr I make no question farewell worthy friend Exit Henry Chancellor Laffin D'Escures Ianin Henry hauing many papers in his hand Hen. Are these proofes of that purely Chatholike zeale That made him wish no other glorious title Then to be calld the scourge of Huguenots Chan No question sir he was of no religion But vpon false groundes by some Courtiers laid Hath oft bene heard to mocke and iest at all Hen: Are not his treasons haynous All Most abhord Chan All is confirmd that you haue heard before And amplified with many horrors more Hen: Good De'Laffin you were our golden plummet To sound this gulphe of all ingratitude In which you haue with excellent desert Of loyalty and pollicie exprest Your name in action and with such apparence Haue prou'd the parts of his ingratefull treasons That I must credit more then I desir'd Laff: I must confesse my Lord my voyages Made to the Duke of Sauoy and to Mylan Were with indeauour that the warres returnd Might breed some trouble to your Maiestie And profit those by whome they were procur'd But since in their disseignes your sacred person Was not excepted which I since haue seene It so abhord me that I was resolu'd To giue you full intelligence thereof And rather chus'd to fayle in promises Made to the seruant then infringe my fealty Sworne to my royall Soueraigne and Maister Hen: I am extreamely discontent to see This most vnaturall conspiracie And would not haue the Marshall of Byron The first example or my forced Iustice Nor that his death should be the worthy cause That my calme raigne which hetherto hath held A cleare and cheerefull skie aboue the heads Of my deare subiects should so sodainely Be ouercast with clowdes of fire and thunder Yet on submission I vow stil his pardon Ian: And still our humble counsayles for his seruice Would so resolue you if he will imploy His honourd valure as effectually To fortifie the State against your foes As he hath practis'd bad intendments with them Hen: That vow shall stand and we will now addresse Some messengers to call him home to Court VVithout the slendrest intimation Of any ill we know we will restraine VVithal forgiuenes if he will confesse His headlong course to ruine and his taste From the sweete poyson of his friendlike foes Treason hath blisterd heeles dishonest Thinges Haue bitter Riuers though delicious Springs Descures haste you vnto him and informe That hauing heard by sure intelligence Of the great leuies made in Italie Of Arms and soldiers I am resolute Vpon my frontiers to maintaine an Army The charge whereof I will impose on him And to that end expresly haue commanded De Vic our Lord Ambassador in Suisse To demand leuie of six thousand men Appointing them to march where Duke Byron Shall haue directions wherein I haue follow'd The counsaile of my Constable his Gossip Whose lik't aduice I made him him know by letters Wishing to heare his owne from his owne mouth And by all meanes coniure his speediest presence Do this with vtmost hast Desc. I will my Lord Exit Desc. Hen. My good Lord Chancellor of many Peeces More then is here of his conspiracies Presented to vs by our friend Laffin You onely shall reserue these seauen and twenty VVhich are not those that must conclude against him But mention only him since I am loth To haue the rest of the conspirators knowne Chan. My Lord my purpose is to guard all these So safely from the sight of any other That in my doublet I will haue them sow'd Without discouering them to mine owne eies Till neede or opportunitie requires Hen. You shall do well my Lord they are of weight But I am doubtfull that his conscience Will make him so suspitious of the worst That he will hardly be induc't to come Ian. I much should doubt that to but that I hope The strength of his conspiracie as yet Is not so readie that he dare presume By his refusall to make knowne so much Of his disloialtie Hen. I yet conceiue His practises are turnd to no bad end And good Laffin I pray you wright to him To hasten his repaire and make him sure That you haue satisfied me to the full For all his actions and haue vtterd nought But what might serue to banish bad impressions Laf. I will not faile my Lord Hen. Conuaie your letters By some choice friend of his or by his brother And for a third excitement to his presence Ianin your selfe shall goe and with the powre That both the rest employ to make him come Vse you the strength of your perswasions Ian. I will my Lord and hope I shall present him Exit Ian. Enter Esper Soisson Vitry Pralin c. Espa. Wil t please your Maiestie to take your place The Maske is comming Hen. Roome my Lords stand close Musique and a Song aboue and Cupid enters with a Table written hung about his neck after him two Torch-bearers after them Mary D'Entragues and 4. Ladies more with their Torch-bearers c. Cupid speakes Cup. My Lord these Nimphs part of the scatterd traine Of friendlesse vertue liuing in the woods Of shady Arden and of late not hearing The dreadfull sounds of Warre but that sweete Peace Was by your valure lifted from her graue Set on your royall right hand and all vertues Summond with
lose theyr lookes Whose hearts so soone are melted D'Au: But me thinks Being Courtiers they should cast best looks on men When they thought worst of them Byr: O no my Lord They n'ere dissemble but for some aduantage They sell theyr looks and shadowes which they rate After theyr markets kept beneath the State Lord what foule weather theyr aspects do threaten See in how graue a Brake he sets his vizard Passion of nothing See an excellent Iesture Now Courtship goes a ditching in theyr fore-heads And we are falne into those dismall ditches Why euen thus dreadfully would they be rapt If the Kings butterd egges were onely spilt Enter Henry Hen: Lord Chancellor Cha: I my Lord Hen: And lord Vidame Exit Byr: And not Byron here 's a prodigious change D'Au: He cast no Beame on you Byr: Why now you see From whence theyr countenances were copyed Enter the captaine of Byrons guard with a letter D'Au. See here comes some newes I beleeue my Lord Byr. VVhat saies the honest captaine of my guard Cap. I bring a letter from a friend of yours Byr. T is welcome then D'Au. Haue we yet any friends Cap. More then yee would I thinke I neuer saw Men in their right mindes so vnrighteous In their owne causes Byr. See what thou hast brought Hee wills vs to retire our selues my Lord And makes as if it were almost too late What saies my captaine shall we goe or no Cap. I would your daggers point had kist my heart When you resolu'd to come Byr. I pray the why Cap. Yet doth that sencelesse Apopelxy dull you The diuell or your wicked angell blinds you Bereauing all your reason of a man And leaues you but the spirit of a horse In your brute nostrills onely powre to dare Byr. VVhy dost thou think my comming here hath brought me To such an vnrecouerable danger Cap. Iudge by the strange Ostents that haue succeeded Since your arriuall the kinde fowle the wilde duck That came into your cabinet so beyond The sight of all your seruants or your selfe That flew about and on your shoulder sat And which you had so fed and so attended For that dum loue she shew'd you iust as soone As you were parted on the sodaine died And to make this no lesse then an Ostent Another that hath fortun'd since confirmes it Your goodly horse Pastrana which the Archduke Gaue you at Bruxells in the very houre You left your strength fel-mad and kild himselfe â—â—e like chanc't to the horse the great duke sent you and with both these the horse the duke of Lorraine Sent you at Vinsie made a third presage Of some Ineuitable fate that toucht you Who like the other pin'd away and died Byr. All these together are indeed oftentfull Which by another like I can confirme The matchlesse Earle of Essex who some make In their most sure diuinings of my death A parallel with me in life and fortune Had one horse like-wise that the very howre He sufferd death being well the night before Died in his pasture Noble happy beasts That die not hauing to their wills to liue They vse no deprecations nor complaints Nor sute for mercy amongst them the Lion Serues not the Lion nor the horse the horse As man serues man when men shew most their spirrits In valure and their vtmost dares to do They are compard to Lions Woolues and Bores But by conuersion None will say a Lyon Fights as he had the Spirrit of a man Let me then in my danger now giue cause For all men to begin that Simile For all my huge engagement I prouide me This short sword onely which if I haue time To show my apprehendor he shall vse Power of tenne Lions if I get not loose Enter Henry Chancellor Vidame Ianin Vitry Pralin Hen. What shall we doe with this vnthankefull man Would he of one thing but reueale the truth Which I haue proofe of vnderneath his hand He should not tast my Iustice I would giue Two hundred thousand crownes that he would yeeld But such meanes for my pardon as he should I neuer lou'd man like him would haue trusted My Sonne in his protection and my Realme He hath deseru'd my loue with worthy seruice Yet can he not deny but I haue thrice Sau'd him from death I drew him of the foe At Fountaine Francoise where he was engag'd So wounded and so much amazd with blowes That as I playd the souldier in his rescue I was enforc't to play the Marshall To order the retreat because he said He was not fit to do it nor to serue me Cha. Your maiesty hath vsd your vtmost meanes Both by your owne perswasions and his friends To bring him to submission and confesse With some signe of repentance his foule fault Yet still he stands prefract and insolent You haue in loue and care of his recouery Beene halfe in labour to produce a course And resolution what were fit for him And since so amply it concernes your crowne You must by law cut of what by your grace You cannot bring into the state of safety Ian. Begin at th' end my Lord and execute Like Alexander with Parmenio Princes you knowe are Maisters of their lawes And may resolue them to what forms they please So all conclude in iustice in whose stroke There is one sort of manadge for the Great Another for inferiour The great Mother Of all productions graue Necessity Commands the variation And the profit So certenly fore-seene commends the example Hen. I like not executions so informall For which my predecessors haue beene blam'd My Subiects and the world shall knowe my powre And my authority by lawes vsuall course Dares punish not the deuilish heads of treason But there confederates be they nere so dreadfull The decent ceremonies of my lawes And their solemnities shall be obserued With all their Sternenes and Seueritie Vit: Where will your highnes haue him apprehended Hen: Not in the Castle as some haue aduis'd But in his chamber Pral: Rather in your owne Or comming out of it for t is assur'd That any other place of apprehension Will make the hard performance end in blood Vit: To shun this likely-hood my Lord t is best To make the apprehension neere your chamber For all respect and reuerence giuen the place More then is needfull to chastice the person And saue the opening of to many veines Is vain and dangerous Hen: Gather you your guard And I will finde fit time to giue the word When you shall seaze on him and on D'Avuergne Vit: Wee will be readie to the death my Lord Exeunt Hen: O thou that gouernst the keene swords of Kings Direct my arme in this important stroke Or hold it being aduanc't the weight of blood Euen in the basest subiect doth exact Deepe consultation in the highest King For in one subiect deaths vniust affrights Passions and paines though he be n'ere so poore Aske more remorse then the voluptuous spleenes Of all Kings