Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.
Enter Thierry, and Ordella, as from bed.
Thier. Sure I have drunk the bloud of Elephants:
The tears of Mandrake, and the Marble dew,
Mixt in my draught, have quencht my natural heat,
And left no spark of fire, but in mine eyes,
With which I may behold my miseries:
Ye wretched flames which play upon my sight,
Turn inward, make me all one piece, though earth.
My tears shall over-whelm you else too.
The tears of Mandrake, and the Marble dew,
Mixt in my draught, have quencht my natural heat,
And left no spark of fire, but in mine eyes,
With which I may behold my miseries:
Ye wretched flames which play upon my sight,
Turn inward, make me all one piece, though earth.
My tears shall over-whelm you else too.
Or. What moves my Lord to this strange sadness?
If any late discerned want in me,
Give cause to your repentance, care and duty
Shall find a painful way to recompence.
If any late discerned want in me,
Give cause to your repentance, care and duty
Shall find a painful way to recompence.
Thier. Are you yet frozen veins, feel you a breath,
Whose temperate heat would make the North Star reel,
Her Icy pillars thaw'd, and do you not melt?
Draw nearer, yet nearer,
That from thy barren kiss thou maist confess
I have not heat enough to make a blush.
Whose temperate heat would make the North Star reel,
Her Icy pillars thaw'd, and do you not melt?
Draw nearer, yet nearer,
That from thy barren kiss thou maist confess
I have not heat enough to make a blush.
Ordel. Speak nearer to my understanding, like a Husband.
Thier. How should he speak the language of a Husband,
Who wants the tongue and organs of his voice?
Who wants the tongue and organs of his voice?
Ordel. It is a phrase will part with the same ease
From you, with that you now deliver.
From you, with that you now deliver.
Thier. Bind not his ears up with so dull a charm
Who hath no other sense left open, why should thy words
Find more restraint than thy free speaking actions,
Thy close embraces, and thy midnight sighs
The silent Orators to slow desire?
Who hath no other sense left open, why should thy words
Find more restraint than thy free speaking actions,
Thy close embraces, and thy midnight sighs
The silent Orators to slow desire?
Ordel. Strive not to win content from ignorance
Which must be lost in knowledge: heaven can witness
My farthest hope of good, reacht at your pleasure,
Which seeing alone, may in your look be read:
Add not a doubtful comment to a text
That in it self is direct and easie.
Which must be lost in knowledge: heaven can witness
My farthest hope of good, reacht at your pleasure,
Which seeing alone, may in your look be read:
Add not a doubtful comment to a text
That in it self is direct and easie.
Thier. Oh thou hast drunk the juyce of hemlock too,
Or did upbraided nature make this pair
To shew she had not quite forgot her first
Justly prais'd Workmanship, the first chast couple
Before the want of joy, taught guilty sight
A way through shame and sorrow to delight:
Say, may we mix, as in their innocence
When Turtles kist, to confirm happiness,
Not to beget it.
Or did upbraided nature make this pair
To shew she had not quite forgot her first
Justly prais'd Workmanship, the first chast couple
Before the want of joy, taught guilty sight
A way through shame and sorrow to delight:
Say, may we mix, as in their innocence
When Turtles kist, to confirm happiness,
Not to beget it.
Ordel. I know no bar.
Thier. Should I believe thee, yet thy pulse beats, woman,
And says the name of Wife did promise thee
The blest reward of duty to thy mother,
Who gave so often witness of her joy,
When she did boast thy likeness to her Husband.
And says the name of Wife did promise thee
The blest reward of duty to thy mother,
Who gave so often witness of her joy,
When she did boast thy likeness to her Husband.
Ordel. 'Tis true, that to bring forth a second to your self,
Was only worthy of my Virgin loss;
And should I prize you less, unpattern'd Sir?
Then being exemplify'd, is't not more honor
To be possessor of unequall'd virtue,
Than what is paralell'd? give me belief,
The name of mother knows no way of good,
More than the end in me: who weds for Lust
Is oft a widow: when I married you,
I lost the name of Maid to gain a Title
Above the wish of change, which that part can
Only maintain, is still the same in man,
His virtue and his calm society,
Which no gray hairs can threaten to dissolve
Nor wrinkles bury.
Was only worthy of my Virgin loss;
And should I prize you less, unpattern'd Sir?
Then being exemplify'd, is't not more honor
To be possessor of unequall'd virtue,
Than what is paralell'd? give me belief,
The name of mother knows no way of good,
More than the end in me: who weds for Lust
Is oft a widow: when I married you,
I lost the name of Maid to gain a Title
Above the wish of change, which that part can
Only maintain, is still the same in man,
His virtue and his calm society,
Which no gray hairs can threaten to dissolve
Nor wrinkles bury.
Thier. Confine thy self to silence, lest thou take
That part of reason from me, is only left
To give perswasion to me, I'm a man:
Or say thou hast never seen the Rivers haste
With gladsome speed, to meet th' amorous sea.
That part of reason from me, is only left
To give perswasion to me, I'm a man:
Or say thou hast never seen the Rivers haste
With gladsome speed, to meet th' amorous sea.
Ordel. We are but to praise the coolness of their streams.
Thier. Nor view'd the Kids, taught by their lustful [s]ires,
Pursue each other through the wanton lawns,
And lik'd the sport.
Pursue each other through the wanton lawns,
And lik'd the sport.
Ordel. As it made way unto their envied rest
With weary knots, binding their harmless eyes.
With weary knots, binding their harmless eyes.
Thier. Nor do you know the reason why the Dove,
One of the pair, your hands wont hourly feed,
So often clipt and kist her happy mate.
One of the pair, your hands wont hourly feed,
So often clipt and kist her happy mate.
Ordel. Unless it were to welcome his wish'd sight,
Whose absence only gave her mourning voice.
Whose absence only gave her mourning voice.
Thier. And you could, Dove-like to a single object,
Bind your loose spirits to one, nay, such a one
Whom only eyes and ears must flatter good,
Your surer sence made useless, my self, nay
As in my all of good, already known.
Bind your loose spirits to one, nay, such a one
Whom only eyes and ears must flatter good,
Your surer sence made useless, my self, nay
As in my all of good, already known.
Ordel. Let proof plead for me; let me be mew'd up
Where never eye may reach me, but your own;
And when I shall repent, but in my looks, if sigh.
Where never eye may reach me, but your own;
And when I shall repent, but in my looks, if sigh.
Thier. Or shed a tear that's warm.
Ordel. But in your sadness.
Thier. Or when you hear the birds call for their mates,
Ask if it be St. Valentine, their coupling day.
Ask if it be St. Valentine, their coupling day.
Ordel. If any thing may make a thought suspected
Of knowing any happiness but you,
Divorce me, by the Title of Most Falshood.
Of knowing any happiness but you,
Divorce me, by the Title of Most Falshood.
Thier. Oh, who would know a wife, that might have such a friend?
Posterity henceforth, lose the name of blessing
And leave the earth inhabited to people heaven.
Posterity henceforth, lose the name of blessing
And leave the earth inhabited to people heaven.
Enter Theodoret, Brunhalt, Martel, Protaldye.
Mart. All happiness to Thierry and Ordella.
Thier. 'Tis a desire but borrowed from me, my happiness
Shall be the period of all good mens wishes,
Which friends, nay dying Fathers shall bequeath,
And in my one give all: is there a duty
Belongs to any power of mine, or love
To any virtue I have right to? here, place it here,
Ordella's name shall only bear command,
Rule, Title, Sovereignty.
Shall be the period of all good mens wishes,
Which friends, nay dying Fathers shall bequeath,
And in my one give all: is there a duty
Belongs to any power of mine, or love
To any virtue I have right to? here, place it here,
Ordella's name shall only bear command,
Rule, Title, Sovereignty.
Brun. What passion sways my Son?
Thier. Oh Mother, she has doubled every good
The travel of your bloud made possible
To my glad being.
The travel of your bloud made possible
To my glad being.
Prot. He should have done
Little to her, he is so light hearted.
Little to her, he is so light hearted.
Thier. Brother, friends, if honor unto shame
If wealth to want inlarge the present sense,
My joyes are unbounded, instead of question
Let it be envy, not bring a present
To the high offering of our mirth, Banquets, and Masques;
Keep waking our delights, mocking nights malice,
Whose dark brow would fright pleasure from us,
Our Court be but one st[a]ge of Revels, and each [e]ye
The Scene where our content moves.
If wealth to want inlarge the present sense,
My joyes are unbounded, instead of question
Let it be envy, not bring a present
To the high offering of our mirth, Banquets, and Masques;
Keep waking our delights, mocking nights malice,
Whose dark brow would fright pleasure from us,
Our Court be but one st[a]ge of Revels, and each [e]ye
The Scene where our content moves.
Theod. There shall want
Nothing to express our shares in your delight, Sir.
Nothing to express our shares in your delight, Sir.
Mart. Till now I ne'er repented the estate
Of Widower.
Of Widower.
Thier. Musick, why art thou so slow voic'd? it staies thy presence
My Ordella, this chamber is a sphere
Too narrow for thy all-moving virtue.
Make way, free way I say;
Who must alone, her Sexes want supply,
Had need to have a room both large and high.
My Ordella, this chamber is a sphere
Too narrow for thy all-moving virtue.
Make way, free way I say;
Who must alone, her Sexes want supply,
Had need to have a room both large and high.
Mart. This passion's above utterance.
Theod. Nay, credulity. [Exit all but Thierry, Brunhalt.
Brun. Why Son what mean you, are you a man?
Thier. No Mother I am no man, were I a man,
How could I be thus happy?
How could I be thus happy?
Brun. How can a wife be author of this joy then?
Thier. That being no man, I am married to no woman;
The best of men in full ability,
Can only hope to satisfie a wife,
And for that hope ridiculous, I in my want
And such defective poverty, that to her bed
From my first Cradle brought no strength but thought,
Have met a temperance beyond hers that rockt me,
Necessity being her bar; where this
Is so much sensless of my depriv'd fire;
She knows it not a loss by her desire.
The best of men in full ability,
Can only hope to satisfie a wife,
And for that hope ridiculous, I in my want
And such defective poverty, that to her bed
From my first Cradle brought no strength but thought,
Have met a temperance beyond hers that rockt me,
Necessity being her bar; where this
Is so much sensless of my depriv'd fire;
She knows it not a loss by her desire.
Brun. It is beyond my admiration.
Thier. Beyond your sexes faith,
The unripe Virgins of our age, to hear't
Will dream themselves to women, and convert
Th' example to a miracle.
The unripe Virgins of our age, to hear't
Will dream themselves to women, and convert
Th' example to a miracle.
Brun. Alas, 'tis your defect moves my amazement,
But what [i]ll can be separate from ambition?
Cruel Theodoret.
But what [i]ll can be separate from ambition?
Cruel Theodoret.
Thier. What, of my brother?
Brun. That to his name your barrenness adds rule;
Who loving the effect, would not be strange
In favouring the cause; look on the profit,
And gain will quickly point the mischief out.
Who loving the effect, would not be strange
In favouring the cause; look on the profit,
And gain will quickly point the mischief out.
Thier. The name of Father, to what I possess
Is shame and care.
Is shame and care.
Brun. Were we begot to single happiness
I grant you; but from such a wife, such virtue
To get an heir, what hermet would not find
Deserving argument to break his vow
Even in his age of chastity?
I grant you; but from such a wife, such virtue
To get an heir, what hermet would not find
Deserving argument to break his vow
Even in his age of chastity?
Thier. You teach a deaf man language.
Brun. The cause found out, the malady may cease,
Have you heard of one Forts?
Have you heard of one Forts?
Thier. A learned Astronomer, great Magician,
Who lives hard by retir'd.
Who lives hard by retir'd.
Brun. Repair to him, with the just hour and place
Of your nativity; fools are amaz'd at fate,
Griefs but conceal'd are never desperate.
Of your nativity; fools are amaz'd at fate,
Griefs but conceal'd are never desperate.
Thier. You have timely waken'd me, nor shall I sleep
Without the satisfaction of his Art. [Exit Thierry.
Without the satisfaction of his Art. [Exit Thierry.
Enter Lecure.
Brun. Wisdom prepares you to't, Lecure, met happily.
Lecure. The ground answers your purpose, the conve[iance]
Being secure and easie, falling just
Behind the state set for Theodoret.
Being secure and easie, falling just
Behind the state set for Theodoret.
Brun. 'Tis well, your trust invites you to a second charge,
You know Leforte's Cell.
You know Leforte's Cell.
Brun. Enough, I see thou know'st him, where's Bawdber?
Lec. I left him careful of the project cast,
To raise Protaldie's credit.
To raise Protaldie's credit.
Brun. A sore that must be plaister'd, in whose wound
Others shall find their graves, think themselves sound,
Your ear, and quickest apprehension. [Exeunt.
Others shall find their graves, think themselves sound,
Your ear, and quickest apprehension. [Exeunt.
Enter Bawdber and a servant.
Bawdb. This man of war will advance.
Lecu. His hour's upon the stroke.
Bawdb. Wind him back, as you favour my ears,
I [lo]ve no noise in my head, my brains have hitherto
Been imploy'd in silent businesses.
I [lo]ve no noise in my head, my brains have hitherto
Been imploy'd in silent businesses.
Enter Devitry.
Lecu. The Gentleman is within your reach Sir. [Exit.
Bawdb. Give ground, whilst I drill my wits to the encounter,
Devitry, I take it.
Devitry, I take it.
Devi. All's that left of him.
Bawdb. Is there another parcel of you, if it be at pawn
I will gladly redeem it, to make you wholly mine.
I will gladly redeem it, to make you wholly mine.
Vitry. You seek too hard a pennyworth.
Bawdb. You too ill to keep such distance; your parts have been long known
To me, howsoever you please to forget acquaintance.
To me, howsoever you please to forget acquaintance.
Vit. I must confess I have been subject to lewd company.
Bawdb. Thanks for your good remembrance,
You have been a soldier Devitry and born[e] Arms.
You have been a soldier Devitry and born[e] Arms.
Vit. A couple of unprofitable ones, that have only serv'd
to get me a stomach to my dinner.
to get me a stomach to my dinner.
Bawdb. Much good may it do you, Sir.
Vitry. You sh[ould] have heard me say I had din'd first, I
have built on an unwholsome ground, rais'd up a house, before
I knew a Tenant, matcht to meet weariness, sought to find
want and hunger.
have built on an unwholsome ground, rais'd up a house, before
I knew a Tenant, matcht to meet weariness, sought to find
want and hunger.
Bawdb. It is time you put up your sword, and run away
for meat, Sir, nay, if I had not withdrawn e'r now, I might
have kept thee; fast with you: but since the way to thrive
is never late, what is the nearest course to profit think you?
for meat, Sir, nay, if I had not withdrawn e'r now, I might
have kept thee; fast with you: but since the way to thrive
is never late, what is the nearest course to profit think you?
Bawdb. True sense, bawdry.
Vitry. Why, is the[re] five kinds of them, I never knew
but one.
but one.
Bawdb. I'll shew you a new way of prostitution, fall back,
further yet, further, there is fifty crowns, do but as much
to Protaldye the Queens favorite, they are doubled.
further yet, further, there is fifty crowns, do but as much
to Protaldye the Queens favorite, they are doubled.
Vitry. But thus much.
Bawdb. Give him but an affront as he comes to the presence,
and in his drawing make way, like a true bawd to his
valour, the s[um]'s thy own; if you take a scratch in the arm
or so, every drop of bloud weighs down a ducket.
and in his drawing make way, like a true bawd to his
valour, the s[um]'s thy own; if you take a scratch in the arm
or so, every drop of bloud weighs down a ducket.
Vitry. After that rate, I and my friends would begger the
kingdom. Sir, you have made me blush to see my want,
whose cure is such a cheap and easie purchase, this is Male-bawdry
belike.
kingdom. Sir, you have made me blush to see my want,
whose cure is such a cheap and easie purchase, this is Male-bawdry
belike.
Enter Protaldy, a Lady, and Revellers.
Bawdb. See, you shall not be long earning your wages, your work's before your eyes.
Vitry. Leave it to my handling, I'll fall upon't instantly.
Bawdb. What opinion will the managing of this affair
Bring to my wisdom? my invention tickles
With apprehension on't:
With apprehension on't:
Pro. These are the joyes of marriage, Lady,
Whose sights are able to dissolve Virginity.
Speak freely, do you not envy the Brides felicity?
Whose sights are able to dissolve Virginity.
Speak freely, do you not envy the Brides felicity?
Lady. How should I, being partner of't?
Pro. What you enjoy is but the Banquets view,
The taste stands from your pallat; if he impart
By day so much of his content, think what night gave?
The taste stands from your pallat; if he impart
By day so much of his content, think what night gave?
Vitry. Will you have a relish of wit, Lady?
Bawdb. This is the man.
Lady. If it be not dear, Sir.
Vitry. If you affect cheapness, how can you prize this sullied ware so much? mine is fresh, my own, not retail'd.
Pro. You are saucy, sirrah.
Vitry. The fitter to be in the dish with such dry Stock-fish as you are, how, strike?
Bawdb. Remember the condition as you look for payment.
Vitry. That box was left out of the bargain.
Pro. Help, help, help.
Bawdb. Plague of the Scriveners running hand,
What a blow is this to my reputation!
What a blow is this to my reputation!
Enter Thierry, Theodoret, Brunhalt, Ordella, Memberge, Martell.
Thier. What villain dares this outrage?
Devitry. Hear me, Sir, this creature hir'd me with fifty crowns in hand, to let Protaldye have the better of me at single Rapier on a made quarrel; he mistaking the weapon, laies me over the chops with his club fist, for which I was bold to teach him the Art of memory.
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Theo. Your General, Mother, will display himself.
'Spight of our Peace I see.
'Spight of our Peace I see.
Thier. Forbear these civil jars, fie Protaldy,
So open in your projects, avoid our presence, sirrah.
So open in your projects, avoid our presence, sirrah.
Devi. Willingly; if you have any more wages to earn,
You see I can take pains.
You see I can take pains.
Theo. There's somewhat for thy labour,
More than was promis'd, ha, ha, ha.
More than was promis'd, ha, ha, ha.
Bawdb. Where could I wish my self now? in the Isle of Dogs.
So I might scape scratching, for I see by her Cats eyes
I shall be claw'd fearfully.
So I might scape scratching, for I see by her Cats eyes
I shall be claw'd fearfully.
Thier. We'll hear no more on't, [Soft Musick.
Musick drown all sadness;
Command the Revellers in, at what a rate I do purchase
My Mothers absence, to give my spleen full liberty.
Musick drown all sadness;
Command the Revellers in, at what a rate I do purchase
My Mothers absence, to give my spleen full liberty.
Brun. Speak not a thoughts delay, it names thy ruin.
Pro. I had thought my life had born[e] more value with you.
Brun. Thy loss carries mine with't, let that secure thee.
The vault is ready, and the door conveys to't
Falls just behind his chair, the blow once given,
Thou art unseen.
The vault is ready, and the door conveys to't
Falls just behind his chair, the blow once given,
Thou art unseen.
Pro. I cannot feel more than I fear, I'm sure. [Withdraws.
Brun. Be gone, and let them laugh their own destruction.
Theod. 'Foot, I shall burst, unless I vent my self, ha, ha, ha.
Brun. Me Sir, you never could
Have found a time to invite more willingness
In my dispose to pleasure.
Have found a time to invite more willingness
In my dispose to pleasure.
Memb. Would you would please to make some other choise.
Revel. 'Tis a disgrace would dwell upon me, Lady,
Should you refuse.
Should you refuse.
Memb. Your reason conquers; my Grandmothers looks
Have turn'd all air to earth in me, they sit
Upon my heart like night-charms, black and heavy.
Have turn'd all air to earth in me, they sit
Upon my heart like night-charms, black and heavy.
[They Dance.
Thier. You are too much libertine.
Theod. The fortune of the fool perswades my laughter
More than his cowardize; was ever Rat
Ta'en by the tail thus? ha, ha, ha.
More than his cowardize; was ever Rat
Ta'en by the tail thus? ha, ha, ha.
Thier. Forbear I say.
Prot. No eye looks this way, I will wink and strike,
Lest I betray my self. [Behind the State stabs Theodoret.
Lest I betray my self. [Behind the State stabs Theodoret.
Theo. Ha, did you not see one near me?
Thier. How near you, why do you look so pale, brother?
Treason, treason.
Treason, treason.
Memb. Oh my presage! Father.
Ordella. Brother.
Mart. Prince, Noble Prince.
Thier. Make the gates sure, search into every angle
And corner of the Court, oh my shame! Mother,
Your Son is slain, Theodoret, noble Theodoret,
Here in my arms, too weak a Sanctuary
'Gainst treachery and murder, say, is the Traitor taken?
And corner of the Court, oh my shame! Mother,
Your Son is slain, Theodoret, noble Theodoret,
Here in my arms, too weak a Sanctuary
'Gainst treachery and murder, say, is the Traitor taken?
1 Guard. No man hath past the chamber on my life Sir.
Thier. Set present fire unto the place, that all unseen
May perish in this mischief, who moves slow to't,
Shall add unto the flame.
May perish in this mischief, who moves slow to't,
Shall add unto the flame.
Brun. What mean you? give me your private hearing.
Thier. Perswasion is a partner in the crime,
I will renounce my claim unto a mother,
If you make offer on't.
I will renounce my claim unto a mother,
If you make offer on't.
Brun. E'er a Torch can take flame, I will produce
The author of the fact.
The author of the fact.
Memb. Oh my too true suspition.
[Exeunt Martel, Memberg.
Thier. Speak, where's the Engine to this horrid act?
Brun. Here you do behold her; upon whom make good
Your causeless rage; the deed was done by my incitement,
Not yet repented.
Your causeless rage; the deed was done by my incitement,
Not yet repented.
Thier. Wh[i]ther did nature start, when you conceiv'd?
A birth so unlike woman? say, what part
Did not consent to make a son of him,
Reserv'd it self within you to his ruine.
A birth so unlike woman? say, what part
Did not consent to make a son of him,
Reserv'd it self within you to his ruine.
Brun. Ha, ha, a son of mine! doe not dissever
Thy fathers dust, shaking his quiet urn,
To which [thy] breath would send so foul an issue.
My Son, thy Brother?
Thy fathers dust, shaking his quiet urn,
To which [thy] breath would send so foul an issue.
My Son, thy Brother?
Thier. Was not Theodoret my brother, or is thy tongue
Confederate with thy heart, to speak and do
Only things monstrous?
Confederate with thy heart, to speak and do
Only things monstrous?
Brun. Hear me and thou shalt make thine own belief,
Thy, still with sorrow mention'd, father liv'd
Three careful years, in hope of wished heirs,
When I conceiv'd, being from his jealous fear
Injoyn'd to quiet home, one fatal day:
Transported with my pleasure to the chase,
I forc'd command, and in pursuit of game
Fell from my horse, lost both my child and hopes.
Despair which only in his love saw life
Worthy of being, from a Gard'ners Arms
Snatcht this unlucky brat, and call'd it mine,
When the next year repaid my loss with thee:
But in thy wrongs preserv'd my misery,
Which that I might diminish, though not end,
My sighs, and wet eies from thy Fathers Will,
Bequeath this largest part of his Dominions
Of France unto thee, and only left
Austracia unto that changling, whose life affords
Too much of ill 'gainst me to prove my words,
And call him stranger.
Thy, still with sorrow mention'd, father liv'd
Three careful years, in hope of wished heirs,
When I conceiv'd, being from his jealous fear
Injoyn'd to quiet home, one fatal day:
Transported with my pleasure to the chase,
I forc'd command, and in pursuit of game
Fell from my horse, lost both my child and hopes.
Despair which only in his love saw life
Worthy of being, from a Gard'ners Arms
Snatcht this unlucky brat, and call'd it mine,
When the next year repaid my loss with thee:
But in thy wrongs preserv'd my misery,
Which that I might diminish, though not end,
My sighs, and wet eies from thy Fathers Will,
Bequeath this largest part of his Dominions
Of France unto thee, and only left
Austracia unto that changling, whose life affords
Too much of ill 'gainst me to prove my words,
And call him stranger.
Thier. Come, doe not weep, I must, nay do believe you.
And in my fathers satisfaction count it
Merit, not wrong, or loss:
And in my fathers satisfaction count it
Merit, not wrong, or loss:
Brun. You doe but flatter, there's anger yet flames
In your eyes.
In your eyes.
Thier. See, I will quench it, and confess that you
Have suffer'd double travel for me.
Have suffer'd double travel for me.
Brun. You will not fire the house then?
Thier. Rather reward the author who gave cause
Of knowing such a secret, my oath and duty
Shall be assurance on't.
Of knowing such a secret, my oath and duty
Shall be assurance on't.
Brun. Protaldye, rise good faithful servant, heaven knows
How hardly he was drawn to this attempt.
How hardly he was drawn to this attempt.
Enter Protaldye.
Thier. Protaldye? he had a Gard'ners fa[t]e I'll swear:
[F]ell by thy hand, Sir, we doe owe unto you for this service.
[F]ell by thy hand, Sir, we doe owe unto you for this service.
Brun. Why lookest thou so dejected?
Enter Martel.
Prot. I want a little shift, Lady, nothing else.
Mart. The fires are ready, please it your grace withdraw,
Whilst we perform your pleasure.
Whilst we perform your pleasure.
Thier. Reserve them for the body; since he had the fate
To live and die a Prince, he shall not lose
The Title in his Funeral. [Exit.
To live and die a Prince, he shall not lose
The Title in his Funeral. [Exit.
Mart. His fate to live a Prince,
Thou old impiety, made up by lust and mischief,
Take up the body. [Exeunt with the body of Theod.
Thou old impiety, made up by lust and mischief,
Take up the body. [Exeunt with the body of Theod.
Enter Lecure and a Servant.
Lecu. Dost think Leforte's sure enough?
Serv. As bonds can make him, I have turn'd his eyes to the East; and left him gaping after the Morning star, his head is a meer Astrolobe, his eyes stand for the Poles, the gag in his mouth being the Coachman, his five teeth have the nearest resemblance to Charles Wain.
Lecure. Thou hast cast a figure which shall raise thee, direct my hair a little: and in my likeness to him, read a fortune suiting thy largest hopes.
Ser. You are so far 'bove likeness, you are the same,
If you love mirth, perswade him from himself.
'Tis but an Astronomer out of the way,
And lying, will bear the better place for't.
If you love mirth, perswade him from himself.
'Tis but an Astronomer out of the way,
And lying, will bear the better place for't.
Lecure. I have profitabler use in hand, haste to the Queen
And tell her how you left me chang'd. [Exit Servant.
Who would not serve this virtuous active Queen?
She that loves mischief 'bove the man that does it,
And him above her pleasure, yet knows no heaven else.
And tell her how you left me chang'd. [Exit Servant.
Who would not serve this virtuous active Queen?
She that loves mischief 'bove the man that does it,
And him above her pleasure, yet knows no heaven else.
Enter Thierry.
Thier. How well this loan[es] suits the Art I seek,
Discovering secret, and succeeding Fate,
Knowledge that puts all lower happiness on,
With a remiss and careless hand,
Fair peace unto your meditations, father.
Discovering secret, and succeeding Fate,
Knowledge that puts all lower happiness on,
With a remiss and careless hand,
Fair peace unto your meditations, father.
Lecure. The same to you, you bring, Sir.
Thier. Drawn by your much fam'd skill, I come to know
Whether the man who owes [t]his character,
Shall e'er have issue.
Whether the man who owes [t]his character,
Shall e'er have issue.
Lecure. A resolution falling with most ease,
Of any doubt you could have nam'd, he is a Prince
Whose fortune you enquire.
Of any doubt you could have nam'd, he is a Prince
Whose fortune you enquire.
Thie. He is nobly born.
Lecure. He had a Dukedom lately fall'n unto him,
By one, call'd Brother, who has left a Daughter.
By one, call'd Brother, who has left a Daughter.
Thier. The question is, of Heirs, not Lands.
Lecure. Heirs, yes, he shall have Heirs.
Thier. Begotten of his body, why look'st thou pale?
Thou canst not suffer in his want.
Thou canst not suffer in his want.
Lecure. Nor thou, I neither can nor will
Give farther knowledge to thee.
Give farther knowledge to thee.
Thier. Thou must, I am the man my self,
Thy Sovereign, who must owe unto thy wisdom
In the concealing of my barren shame.
Thy Sovereign, who must owe unto thy wisdom
In the concealing of my barren shame.
Lecure. Your Grace doth wrong your Stars; if this be yours,
You may have children.
You may have children.
Thier. Speak it again.
Lecure. You may have fruitful issue.
Thier. By whom? when? how?
Lecure. It was the fatal means first struck my bloud
With the cold hand of wonder, when I read it
Printed upon your birth.
With the cold hand of wonder, when I read it
Printed upon your birth.
Thier. Can there be any way unsmooth, has end
So fair and good?
So fair and good?
Lecure. We that behold the sad aspects of Heaven,
Leading sence blinded, men feel grief enough
To know, though not to speak their miseries.
Leading sence blinded, men feel grief enough
To know, though not to speak their miseries.
Thier. Sorrow must lose a name, where mine finds life;
If not in thee, at least ease pain with speed,
Which must know no cure else.
If not in thee, at least ease pain with speed,
Which must know no cure else.
Lecure. Then thus,
The first of Females which your eye shall meet
Before the Sun next rise, coming from out
The Temple of Diana being slain, you live
Father of many sons.
The first of Females which your eye shall meet
Before the Sun next rise, coming from out
The Temple of Diana being slain, you live
Father of many sons.
Thier. Call'st thou this sadness, can I beget a Son?
Deserving less than to give recompence
Unto so poor a loss? what e'er thou art,
Rest peaceable blest creature, born to be
Mother of Princes, whose grave shall be more fruitful
Than others marriage beds: methinks his Art
Should give her form and happy figure to me,
I long to see my happiness, he is gone,
As I remember, he nam'd my brothers Daughter,
Were it my Mother, 'twere a gainful death
Could give Ordella's virtue living breath. [Exeunt.
Deserving less than to give recompence
Unto so poor a loss? what e'er thou art,
Rest peaceable blest creature, born to be
Mother of Princes, whose grave shall be more fruitful
Than others marriage beds: methinks his Art
Should give her form and happy figure to me,
I long to see my happiness, he is gone,
As I remember, he nam'd my brothers Daughter,
Were it my Mother, 'twere a gainful death
Could give Ordella's virtue living breath. [Exeunt.