Chil.Now the soft Musick;Balbusrun—Bal.I flye Boy—[ExitBalbus.Chil.The women by this time are worming of her,—If she can hold out them, the Emperour[Musick.Takes her to task: he has her; hark the Musick.
Chil.Now the soft Musick;Balbusrun—
Bal.I flye Boy—[ExitBalbus.
Chil.The women by this time are worming of her,—If she can hold out them, the Emperour[Musick.Takes her to task: he has her; hark the Musick.
EnterEmperour,andLucina.
Luci.Good your Grace,Where are my women Sir?Emp.They are wise, beholdingWhat you think scorn to look on, the Courts bravery:Would you have run away so slily Lady,And not have seen me?Luci.I beseech your Majestie,Consider what I am, and whose.Emp.I do so.Luci.Believe me, I shall never make a whore Sir.Emp.A friend ye may, and to that man that loves ye,More than you love your vertue.Luci.SacredCæsar.Emp.You shall not kneel to me sweet.Luci.Look upon me,And if ye be so cruel to abuse me,Think how the Gods will take it; does this beautyAfflict your soul? I'le hide it from you ever,Nay more, I will become so leprous,That ye shall curse me from ye: My dear LordHas serv'd ye ever truly, fought your Battels,As if he daily long'd to dye forCæsar,Was never Traytor Sir, nor never taintedIn all the actions of his life.Emp.I know it.Luci.His fame and family have grown together,And spred together like to sailing Cedars,Over theRomanDiadem; O let not,As ye have any flesh that's humane in you,The having of a modest wife decline him,Let not my vertue be the wedge to break him.I do not think ye are lascivious,These wanton men belye ye, you areCæsar,Which is the Father of the Empires honour,Ye are too near the nature of the Gods,To wrong the weakest of all creatures, women.Emp.I dare not do it here, rise fairLucina,I did but try your temper, ye are honest,And with the commendations wait on thatI'le lead ye to your Lord, and give you to him:Wipe your fair eyes: he that endeavours ill,May well delay, but never quench his hell.—[Exeunt.
Luci.Good your Grace,Where are my women Sir?
Emp.They are wise, beholdingWhat you think scorn to look on, the Courts bravery:Would you have run away so slily Lady,And not have seen me?
Luci.I beseech your Majestie,Consider what I am, and whose.
Emp.I do so.
Luci.Believe me, I shall never make a whore Sir.
Emp.A friend ye may, and to that man that loves ye,More than you love your vertue.
Luci.SacredCæsar.
Emp.You shall not kneel to me sweet.
Luci.Look upon me,And if ye be so cruel to abuse me,Think how the Gods will take it; does this beautyAfflict your soul? I'le hide it from you ever,Nay more, I will become so leprous,That ye shall curse me from ye: My dear LordHas serv'd ye ever truly, fought your Battels,As if he daily long'd to dye forCæsar,Was never Traytor Sir, nor never taintedIn all the actions of his life.
Emp.I know it.
Luci.His fame and family have grown together,And spred together like to sailing Cedars,Over theRomanDiadem; O let not,As ye have any flesh that's humane in you,The having of a modest wife decline him,Let not my vertue be the wedge to break him.I do not think ye are lascivious,These wanton men belye ye, you areCæsar,Which is the Father of the Empires honour,Ye are too near the nature of the Gods,To wrong the weakest of all creatures, women.
Emp.I dare not do it here, rise fairLucina,I did but try your temper, ye are honest,And with the commendations wait on thatI'le lead ye to your Lord, and give you to him:Wipe your fair eyes: he that endeavours ill,May well delay, but never quench his hell.—[Exeunt.