Actus Quarti Scena Prima.

233Between this line and l. 234 A inserts:—Char.I sweare to your Grace, all that I can conjecture touching mylady, your neece, is a strong affection she beares to the English Mylor.Gui.All, quod you? tis enough I assure you; but tell me.

233Between this line and l. 234 A inserts:—

Char.I sweare to your Grace, all that I can conjecture touching mylady, your neece, is a strong affection she beares to the English Mylor.Gui.All, quod you? tis enough I assure you; but tell me.

242life—: between this word andespeciallyA inserts: if she marks it.

243disguise. A, put off.

247from. A, at.

253are. A, be.

269[th]in. Emend. ed; Qq, in.

273great. A omits.

279it. A, you.

284wee. A, I.our mercies. A, my mercy.

303miraculous. A, horrible.

308Well, my lord. A, My lord, tis true, and.

311-312Come . . . of them. A omits.

317dark and standing foggs. A, monster-formed cloudes.

322-336But what . . . feares. Omitted in A, which has instead:—I will conceale all yet, and give more timeTo D'Ambois triall, now upon my hooke;He awes my throat; else, like Sybillas cave,It should breath oracles; I feare him strangely,And may resemble his advanced valourUnto a spirit rais'd without a circle,Endangering him that ignorantly rais'd him,And for whose furie he hath learn'd no limit.

322-336But what . . . feares. Omitted in A, which has instead:—

I will conceale all yet, and give more timeTo D'Ambois triall, now upon my hooke;He awes my throat; else, like Sybillas cave,It should breath oracles; I feare him strangely,And may resemble his advanced valourUnto a spirit rais'd without a circle,Endangering him that ignorantly rais'd him,And for whose furie he hath learn'd no limit.

337-391Whose there . . . sweet heart! A omits, though 382-5, with some variations, appear as 326 (half-line)—330 in B. Cf. preceding note.

358D'Ambois . . . lord. So punctuated by ed.; B has: D'Ambois! why my lord?

394browes. A, head.

397Prince. A, Sir.

400-408Why wrongfull . . . oftentimes. A omits.

409Put me in some little doubt. A, This still hath made me doubt.

410therefore now. A, for me then.

413-414How . . . friendship. A omits.

414-416Then . . . not yours. Omitted in A, which has instead: Come, doe not doubt me, and command mee all things.

417to prove which, by. A, and now by all.

419still flourishing tree. A, affection.

420With . . . spring. A omits.

425Plaine as truth. A omits.

438pay me home, ile bide it bravely. A, begin, and speake me simply.

447strumpet. A, wife.

460thy. A, that.the. A, my.

461hath reference. A, I carrie.

499The purest. A, A perfect.

[The Banquetting-Hall in the Court.]

Henry, Monsieur with a letter, Guise, Montsurry, Bussy, Elynor, Tamyra, Beaupre, Pero, Charlotte, Anable, Pyrha, with foure Pages.

Henry.Ladies, ye have not done our banquet right,Nor lookt upon it with those cheereful rayesThat lately turn'd your breaths to flouds of gold;Your looks, me thinks, are not drawne out with thoughtsSo cleare and free as heretofore, but foule5As if the thick complexions of menGovern'd within them.Bussy.'Tis not like, my lord,That men in women rule, but contrary;For as the moone, of all things God createdNot only is the most appropriate image10Or glasse to shew them how they wax and wane,But in her height and motion likewise bearesImperiall influences that commandIn all their powers, and make them wax and wane:So women, that, of all things made of nothing,15Are the most perfect idols of the moone,Or still-unwean'd sweet moon-calves with white faces,Not only are paterns of change to men,But as the tender moon-shine of their beautiesCleares or is cloudy, make men glad or sad.20So then they rule in men, not men in them.Monsieur.But here the moons are chang'd (as the King notes)And either men rule in them, or some powerBeyond their voluntary faculty,For nothing can recover their lost faces.25Montsurry.None can be alwayes one: our griefes and joyesHold severall scepters in us, and have timesFor their divided empires: which griefe now in themDoth prove as proper to his diadem.Buss.And griefe's a naturall sicknesse of the bloud,30That time to part asks, as his comming had;Onely sleight fooles griev'd suddenly are glad.A man may say t'a dead man, "be reviv'd,"As well as to one sorrowfull, "be not griev'd."And therefore (princely mistresse) in all warres35Against these base foes that insult on weaknesse,And still fight hous'd behind the shield of Nature,Of priviledge law, treachery, or beastly need,Your servant cannot help; authority hereGoes with corruption, something like some states40That back woorst men; valour to them must creepeThat to themselves left would feare him asleepe.Duchess.Ye all take that for granted that doth restYet to be prov'd; we all are as we were,As merry and as free in thought as ever.45Guise.And why then can ye not disclose your thoughts?Tamyra.Me thinks the man hath answer'd for us well.Mons.The man! why, madam, d'ee not know his name?Tam.Man is a name of honour for a King:Additions take away from each chiefe thing.50The schoole of modesty not to learne learnes dames:They sit in high formes there that know mens names.Mons.[to Bussy.] Heark, sweet heart, here's a bar set to your valour!It cannot enter here, no, not to noticeOf what your name is; your great eagles beak55(Should you flie at her) had as good encounterAn Albion cliffe as her more craggy liver.Buss.Ile not attempt her, sir; her sight and name(By which I onely know her) doth deter me.Henr.So doe they all men else.Mons.You would say so,60If you knew all.Tam.Knew all, my lord? what meane you?Mons.All that I know, madam.Tam.That you know! Speak it.Mons.No, tis enough I feele it.Henr.But me thinksHer courtship is more pure then heretofore.True courtiers should be modest, and not nice;65Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vice.Mons.Sweet heart, come hither! what if one should makeHorns at Mountsurry, would it not strike him jealousThrough all the proofes of his chaste ladies vertues?Buss.If he be wise, not.70Mons.What, not if I should name the gardenerThat I would have him think hath grafted him?Buss.So the large licence that your greatnesse usesTo jest at all men may be taught indeedTo make a difference of the grounds you play on,75Both in the men you scandall and the matter.Mons.As how, as how?Buss.Perhaps led with a traineWhere you may have your nose made lesse and slit,Your eyes thrust out.Mons.Peace, peace, I pray thee, peace!Who dares doe that? the brother of his King!80Buss.Were your King brother in you; all your powers(Stretcht in the armes of great men and their bawds)Set close downe by you; all your stormy lawesSpouted with lawyers mouthes, and gushing bloud,Like to so many torrents; all your glories85Making you terrible, like enchanted flames,Fed with bare cockscombs and with crooked hammes,All your prerogatives, your shames, and tortures,All daring heaven and opening hell about you—Were I the man ye wrong'd so and provok'd,90(Though ne're so much beneath you) like a box treeI would out of the roughnesse of my rootRamme hardnesse in my lownesse, and, like deathMounted on earthquakes, I would trot through allHonors and horrors, thorow foule and faire,95And from your whole strength tosse you into the aire.Mons.Goe, th'art a devill! such another spiritCould not be still'd from all th'Armenian dragons.O, my loves glory! heire to all I have(That's all I can say, and that all I sweare)100If thou out-live me, as I know thou must,Or else hath Nature no proportion'd endTo her great labours; she hath breath'd a mindeInto thy entrails, of desert to swellInto another great Augustus Cæsar;105Organs and faculties fitted to her greatnesse;And should that perish like a common spirit,Nature's a courtier and regards no merit.Henr.Here's nought but whispering with us; like a calmeBefore a tempest, when the silent ayre110Layes her soft eare close to the earth to hearkenFor that she feares steales on to ravish her;Some fate doth joyne our eares to heare it comming.Come, my brave eagle, let's to covert flie!I see almighty Æther in the smoak115Of all his clowds descending, and the skieHid in the dim ostents of tragedy.Exit Henr[y] with D'Amb[ois] & Ladies.

Henry.Ladies, ye have not done our banquet right,

Nor lookt upon it with those cheereful rayes

That lately turn'd your breaths to flouds of gold;

Your looks, me thinks, are not drawne out with thoughts

So cleare and free as heretofore, but foule5

As if the thick complexions of men

Govern'd within them.

Bussy.'Tis not like, my lord,That men in women rule, but contrary;For as the moone, of all things God createdNot only is the most appropriate image10Or glasse to shew them how they wax and wane,But in her height and motion likewise bearesImperiall influences that commandIn all their powers, and make them wax and wane:So women, that, of all things made of nothing,15Are the most perfect idols of the moone,Or still-unwean'd sweet moon-calves with white faces,Not only are paterns of change to men,But as the tender moon-shine of their beautiesCleares or is cloudy, make men glad or sad.20So then they rule in men, not men in them.

Bussy.'Tis not like, my lord,

That men in women rule, but contrary;

For as the moone, of all things God created

Not only is the most appropriate image10

Or glasse to shew them how they wax and wane,

But in her height and motion likewise beares

Imperiall influences that command

In all their powers, and make them wax and wane:

So women, that, of all things made of nothing,15

Are the most perfect idols of the moone,

Or still-unwean'd sweet moon-calves with white faces,

Not only are paterns of change to men,

But as the tender moon-shine of their beauties

Cleares or is cloudy, make men glad or sad.20

So then they rule in men, not men in them.

Monsieur.But here the moons are chang'd (as the King notes)And either men rule in them, or some powerBeyond their voluntary faculty,For nothing can recover their lost faces.25

Monsieur.But here the moons are chang'd (as the King notes)

And either men rule in them, or some power

Beyond their voluntary faculty,

For nothing can recover their lost faces.25

Montsurry.None can be alwayes one: our griefes and joyesHold severall scepters in us, and have timesFor their divided empires: which griefe now in themDoth prove as proper to his diadem.

Montsurry.None can be alwayes one: our griefes and joyes

Hold severall scepters in us, and have times

For their divided empires: which griefe now in them

Doth prove as proper to his diadem.

Buss.And griefe's a naturall sicknesse of the bloud,30That time to part asks, as his comming had;Onely sleight fooles griev'd suddenly are glad.A man may say t'a dead man, "be reviv'd,"As well as to one sorrowfull, "be not griev'd."And therefore (princely mistresse) in all warres35Against these base foes that insult on weaknesse,And still fight hous'd behind the shield of Nature,Of priviledge law, treachery, or beastly need,Your servant cannot help; authority hereGoes with corruption, something like some states40That back woorst men; valour to them must creepeThat to themselves left would feare him asleepe.

Buss.And griefe's a naturall sicknesse of the bloud,30

That time to part asks, as his comming had;

Onely sleight fooles griev'd suddenly are glad.

A man may say t'a dead man, "be reviv'd,"

As well as to one sorrowfull, "be not griev'd."

And therefore (princely mistresse) in all warres35

Against these base foes that insult on weaknesse,

And still fight hous'd behind the shield of Nature,

Of priviledge law, treachery, or beastly need,

Your servant cannot help; authority here

Goes with corruption, something like some states40

That back woorst men; valour to them must creepe

That to themselves left would feare him asleepe.

Duchess.Ye all take that for granted that doth restYet to be prov'd; we all are as we were,As merry and as free in thought as ever.45

Duchess.Ye all take that for granted that doth rest

Yet to be prov'd; we all are as we were,

As merry and as free in thought as ever.45

Guise.And why then can ye not disclose your thoughts?

Tamyra.Me thinks the man hath answer'd for us well.

Mons.The man! why, madam, d'ee not know his name?

Tam.Man is a name of honour for a King:Additions take away from each chiefe thing.50The schoole of modesty not to learne learnes dames:They sit in high formes there that know mens names.

Tam.Man is a name of honour for a King:

Additions take away from each chiefe thing.50

The schoole of modesty not to learne learnes dames:

They sit in high formes there that know mens names.

Mons.[to Bussy.] Heark, sweet heart, here's a bar set to your valour!It cannot enter here, no, not to noticeOf what your name is; your great eagles beak55(Should you flie at her) had as good encounterAn Albion cliffe as her more craggy liver.

Mons.[to Bussy.] Heark, sweet heart, here's a bar set to your valour!

It cannot enter here, no, not to notice

Of what your name is; your great eagles beak55

(Should you flie at her) had as good encounter

An Albion cliffe as her more craggy liver.

Buss.Ile not attempt her, sir; her sight and name(By which I onely know her) doth deter me.

Buss.Ile not attempt her, sir; her sight and name

(By which I onely know her) doth deter me.

Henr.So doe they all men else.

Mons.You would say so,60If you knew all.

Mons.You would say so,60

If you knew all.

Tam.Knew all, my lord? what meane you?

Mons.All that I know, madam.

Tam.That you know! Speak it.

Mons.No, tis enough I feele it.

Henr.But me thinksHer courtship is more pure then heretofore.True courtiers should be modest, and not nice;65Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vice.

Henr.But me thinks

Her courtship is more pure then heretofore.

True courtiers should be modest, and not nice;65

Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vice.

Mons.Sweet heart, come hither! what if one should makeHorns at Mountsurry, would it not strike him jealousThrough all the proofes of his chaste ladies vertues?

Mons.Sweet heart, come hither! what if one should make

Horns at Mountsurry, would it not strike him jealous

Through all the proofes of his chaste ladies vertues?

Buss.If he be wise, not.70

Mons.What, not if I should name the gardenerThat I would have him think hath grafted him?

Mons.What, not if I should name the gardener

That I would have him think hath grafted him?

Buss.So the large licence that your greatnesse usesTo jest at all men may be taught indeedTo make a difference of the grounds you play on,75Both in the men you scandall and the matter.

Buss.So the large licence that your greatnesse uses

To jest at all men may be taught indeed

To make a difference of the grounds you play on,75

Both in the men you scandall and the matter.

Mons.As how, as how?

Buss.Perhaps led with a traineWhere you may have your nose made lesse and slit,Your eyes thrust out.

Buss.Perhaps led with a traine

Where you may have your nose made lesse and slit,

Your eyes thrust out.

Mons.Peace, peace, I pray thee, peace!Who dares doe that? the brother of his King!80

Mons.Peace, peace, I pray thee, peace!

Who dares doe that? the brother of his King!80

Buss.Were your King brother in you; all your powers(Stretcht in the armes of great men and their bawds)Set close downe by you; all your stormy lawesSpouted with lawyers mouthes, and gushing bloud,Like to so many torrents; all your glories85Making you terrible, like enchanted flames,Fed with bare cockscombs and with crooked hammes,All your prerogatives, your shames, and tortures,All daring heaven and opening hell about you—Were I the man ye wrong'd so and provok'd,90(Though ne're so much beneath you) like a box treeI would out of the roughnesse of my rootRamme hardnesse in my lownesse, and, like deathMounted on earthquakes, I would trot through allHonors and horrors, thorow foule and faire,95And from your whole strength tosse you into the aire.

Buss.Were your King brother in you; all your powers

(Stretcht in the armes of great men and their bawds)

Set close downe by you; all your stormy lawes

Spouted with lawyers mouthes, and gushing bloud,

Like to so many torrents; all your glories85

Making you terrible, like enchanted flames,

Fed with bare cockscombs and with crooked hammes,

All your prerogatives, your shames, and tortures,

All daring heaven and opening hell about you—

Were I the man ye wrong'd so and provok'd,90

(Though ne're so much beneath you) like a box tree

I would out of the roughnesse of my root

Ramme hardnesse in my lownesse, and, like death

Mounted on earthquakes, I would trot through all

Honors and horrors, thorow foule and faire,95

And from your whole strength tosse you into the aire.

Mons.Goe, th'art a devill! such another spiritCould not be still'd from all th'Armenian dragons.O, my loves glory! heire to all I have(That's all I can say, and that all I sweare)100If thou out-live me, as I know thou must,Or else hath Nature no proportion'd endTo her great labours; she hath breath'd a mindeInto thy entrails, of desert to swellInto another great Augustus Cæsar;105Organs and faculties fitted to her greatnesse;And should that perish like a common spirit,Nature's a courtier and regards no merit.

Mons.Goe, th'art a devill! such another spirit

Could not be still'd from all th'Armenian dragons.

O, my loves glory! heire to all I have

(That's all I can say, and that all I sweare)100

If thou out-live me, as I know thou must,

Or else hath Nature no proportion'd end

To her great labours; she hath breath'd a minde

Into thy entrails, of desert to swell

Into another great Augustus Cæsar;105

Organs and faculties fitted to her greatnesse;

And should that perish like a common spirit,

Nature's a courtier and regards no merit.

Henr.Here's nought but whispering with us; like a calmeBefore a tempest, when the silent ayre110Layes her soft eare close to the earth to hearkenFor that she feares steales on to ravish her;Some fate doth joyne our eares to heare it comming.Come, my brave eagle, let's to covert flie!I see almighty Æther in the smoak115Of all his clowds descending, and the skieHid in the dim ostents of tragedy.Exit Henr[y] with D'Amb[ois] & Ladies.

Henr.Here's nought but whispering with us; like a calme

Before a tempest, when the silent ayre110

Layes her soft eare close to the earth to hearken

For that she feares steales on to ravish her;

Some fate doth joyne our eares to heare it comming.

Come, my brave eagle, let's to covert flie!

I see almighty Æther in the smoak115

Of all his clowds descending, and the skie

Hid in the dim ostents of tragedy.Exit Henr[y] with D'Amb[ois] & Ladies.

Guis.Now stirre the humour, and begin the brawle.Mont.The King and D'Ambois now are growne all one.Mons.Nay, they are two, my lord.Mont.How's that?Mons.No more.120Mont.I must have more, my lord.Mons.What, more than two?Mont.How monstrous is this!Mons.Why?Mont.You make me horns.Mons.Not I, it is a work without my power,Married mens ensignes are not made with fingers;Of divine fabrique they are, not mens hands:125Your wife, you know, is a meere Cynthia,And she must fashion hornes out of her nature.Mont.But doth she? dare you charge her? speak, false prince.Mons.I must not speak, my lord; but if you'l useThe learning of a noble man, and read,130Here's something to those points. Soft, you must pawneYour honour, having read it, to return it.

Guis.Now stirre the humour, and begin the brawle.

Mont.The King and D'Ambois now are growne all one.

Mons.Nay, they are two, my lord.

Mont.How's that?

Mons.No more.120

Mont.I must have more, my lord.

Mons.What, more than two?

Mont.How monstrous is this!

Mons.Why?

Mont.You make me horns.

Mons.Not I, it is a work without my power,Married mens ensignes are not made with fingers;Of divine fabrique they are, not mens hands:125Your wife, you know, is a meere Cynthia,And she must fashion hornes out of her nature.

Mons.Not I, it is a work without my power,

Married mens ensignes are not made with fingers;

Of divine fabrique they are, not mens hands:125

Your wife, you know, is a meere Cynthia,

And she must fashion hornes out of her nature.

Mont.But doth she? dare you charge her? speak, false prince.

Mons.I must not speak, my lord; but if you'l useThe learning of a noble man, and read,130Here's something to those points. Soft, you must pawneYour honour, having read it, to return it.

Mons.I must not speak, my lord; but if you'l use

The learning of a noble man, and read,130

Here's something to those points. Soft, you must pawne

Your honour, having read it, to return it.

Enter Tamira, Pero.

Mont.Not I:—I pawne mine honour for a paper!Mons.You must not buy it under.Exeunt Guise and Monsieur.Mont.Keepe it then,And keepe fire in your bosome!Tam.What sayes he?135Mont.You must make good the rest.Tam.How fares my lord?Takes my love any thing to heart he sayes?Mont.Come, y'are a—Tam.What, my lord?Mont.The plague of HerodFeast in his rotten entrailes!Tam.Will you wreakYour angers just cause given by him on me?140Mont.By him?Tam.By him, my lord. I have admir'dYou could all this time be at concord with him,That still hath plaid such discords on your honour.Mont.Perhaps tis with some proud string of my wives.Tam.How's that, my lord?Mont.Your tongue will still admire,145Till my head be the miracle of the world.Tam.O woe is me!She seemes to sound.Pero.What does your lordship meane?Madam, be comforted; my lord but tries you.Madam! Help, good my lord, are you not mov'd?Doe your set looks print in your words your thoughts?150Sweet lord, cleare up those eyes,Unbend that masking forehead. Whence is itYou rush upon her with these Irish warres,More full of sound then hurt? But it is enough;You have shot home, your words are in her heart;155She has not liv'd to beare a triall now.Mont.Look up, my love, and by this kisse receiveMy soule amongst thy spirits, for supplyTo thine chac'd with my fury.Tam.O, my lord,I have too long liv'd to heare this from you.160Mont.'Twas from my troubled bloud, and not from me.I know not how I fare; a sudden nightFlowes through my entrailes, and a headlong chaosMurmurs within me, which I must digest,And not drowne her in my confusions,165That was my lives joy, being best inform'd.Sweet, you must needs forgive me, that my love(Like to a fire disdaining his suppression)Rag'd being discouraged; my whole heart is woundedWhen any least thought in you is but touch't,170And shall be till I know your former merits,Your name and memory, altogether craveIn just oblivion their eternall grave;And then, you must heare from me, there's no meaneIn any passion I shall feele for you.175Love is a rasor, cleansing, being well us'd,But fetcheth blood still, being the least abus'd.To tell you briefly all—the man that left meWhen you appear'd, did turne me worse than woman,And stab'd me to the heart, thus, with his fingers.180Tam.O happy woman! comes my stain from him,It is my beauty, and that innocence provesThat slew Chymæra, rescued PeleusFrom all the savage beasts in Peleon,And rais'd the chaste Athenian prince from hell:185All suffering with me, they for womens lusts,I for a mans, that the Egean stableOf his foule sinne would empty in my lap.How his guilt shunn'd me! Sacred innocenceThat, where thou fear'st, are dreadfull, and his face190Turn'd in flight from thee that had thee in chace!Come, bring me to him. I will tell the serpentEven to his venom'd teeth (from whose curst seedA pitcht field starts up 'twixt my lord and me)That his throat lies, and he shall curse his fingers195For being so govern'd by his filthy soule.Mont.I know not if himselfe will vaunt t'have beeneThe princely author of the slavish sinne,Or any other; he would have resolv'd me,Had you not come, not by his word, but writing,200Would I have sworne to give it him againe,And pawn'd mine honour to him for a paper.Tam.See, how he flies me still! tis a foule heartThat feares his owne hand. Good my lord, make hasteTo see the dangerous paper: papers hold205Oft-times the formes and copies of our soules,And (though the world despise them) are the prizesOf all our honors; make your honour thenA hostage for it, and with it conferreMy neerest woman here in all she knowes;210Who (if the sunne or Cerberus could have seeneAny staine in me) might as well as they.And, Pero, here I charge thee, by my love,And all proofes of it (which I might call bounties);By all that thou hast seene seeme good in mee,215And all the ill which thou shouldst spit from thee;By pity of the wound this touch hath given me,Not as thy mistresse now, but a poore womanTo death given over, rid me of my paines;Powre on thy powder; cleare thy breast of me.220My lord is only here: here speak thy worst;Thy best will doe me mischiefe; if thou spar'st me,Never shine good thought on thy memory!Resolve my lord, and leave me desperate.Per.My lord!—my lord hath plaid a prodigals part,225To break his stock for nothing, and an insolent,To cut a Gordian when he could not loose it.What violence is this, to put true fireTo a false train; to blow up long crown'd peaceWith sudden outrage; and beleeve a man,230Sworne to the shame of women, 'gainst a womanBorne to their honours? But I will to him.Tam.No, I will write (for I shall never moreMeet with the fugitive) where I will defie him,Were he ten times the brother of my King.235To him, my lord,—and ile to cursing him.Exeunt.

Mont.Not I:—I pawne mine honour for a paper!

Mons.You must not buy it under.Exeunt Guise and Monsieur.

Mont.Keepe it then,And keepe fire in your bosome!

Mont.Keepe it then,

And keepe fire in your bosome!

Tam.What sayes he?135

Mont.You must make good the rest.

Tam.How fares my lord?Takes my love any thing to heart he sayes?

Tam.How fares my lord?

Takes my love any thing to heart he sayes?

Mont.Come, y'are a—

Tam.What, my lord?

Mont.The plague of HerodFeast in his rotten entrailes!

Mont.The plague of Herod

Feast in his rotten entrailes!

Tam.Will you wreakYour angers just cause given by him on me?140

Tam.Will you wreak

Your angers just cause given by him on me?140

Mont.By him?

Tam.By him, my lord. I have admir'dYou could all this time be at concord with him,That still hath plaid such discords on your honour.

Tam.By him, my lord. I have admir'd

You could all this time be at concord with him,

That still hath plaid such discords on your honour.

Mont.Perhaps tis with some proud string of my wives.

Tam.How's that, my lord?

Mont.Your tongue will still admire,145Till my head be the miracle of the world.

Mont.Your tongue will still admire,145

Till my head be the miracle of the world.

Tam.O woe is me!She seemes to sound.

Pero.What does your lordship meane?Madam, be comforted; my lord but tries you.Madam! Help, good my lord, are you not mov'd?Doe your set looks print in your words your thoughts?150Sweet lord, cleare up those eyes,Unbend that masking forehead. Whence is itYou rush upon her with these Irish warres,More full of sound then hurt? But it is enough;You have shot home, your words are in her heart;155She has not liv'd to beare a triall now.

Pero.What does your lordship meane?

Madam, be comforted; my lord but tries you.

Madam! Help, good my lord, are you not mov'd?

Doe your set looks print in your words your thoughts?150

Sweet lord, cleare up those eyes,

Unbend that masking forehead. Whence is it

You rush upon her with these Irish warres,

More full of sound then hurt? But it is enough;

You have shot home, your words are in her heart;155

She has not liv'd to beare a triall now.

Mont.Look up, my love, and by this kisse receiveMy soule amongst thy spirits, for supplyTo thine chac'd with my fury.

Mont.Look up, my love, and by this kisse receive

My soule amongst thy spirits, for supply

To thine chac'd with my fury.

Tam.O, my lord,I have too long liv'd to heare this from you.160

Tam.O, my lord,

I have too long liv'd to heare this from you.160

Mont.'Twas from my troubled bloud, and not from me.I know not how I fare; a sudden nightFlowes through my entrailes, and a headlong chaosMurmurs within me, which I must digest,And not drowne her in my confusions,165That was my lives joy, being best inform'd.Sweet, you must needs forgive me, that my love(Like to a fire disdaining his suppression)Rag'd being discouraged; my whole heart is woundedWhen any least thought in you is but touch't,170And shall be till I know your former merits,Your name and memory, altogether craveIn just oblivion their eternall grave;And then, you must heare from me, there's no meaneIn any passion I shall feele for you.175Love is a rasor, cleansing, being well us'd,But fetcheth blood still, being the least abus'd.To tell you briefly all—the man that left meWhen you appear'd, did turne me worse than woman,And stab'd me to the heart, thus, with his fingers.180

Mont.'Twas from my troubled bloud, and not from me.

I know not how I fare; a sudden night

Flowes through my entrailes, and a headlong chaos

Murmurs within me, which I must digest,

And not drowne her in my confusions,165

That was my lives joy, being best inform'd.

Sweet, you must needs forgive me, that my love

(Like to a fire disdaining his suppression)

Rag'd being discouraged; my whole heart is wounded

When any least thought in you is but touch't,170

And shall be till I know your former merits,

Your name and memory, altogether crave

In just oblivion their eternall grave;

And then, you must heare from me, there's no meane

In any passion I shall feele for you.175

Love is a rasor, cleansing, being well us'd,

But fetcheth blood still, being the least abus'd.

To tell you briefly all—the man that left me

When you appear'd, did turne me worse than woman,

And stab'd me to the heart, thus, with his fingers.180

Tam.O happy woman! comes my stain from him,It is my beauty, and that innocence provesThat slew Chymæra, rescued PeleusFrom all the savage beasts in Peleon,And rais'd the chaste Athenian prince from hell:185All suffering with me, they for womens lusts,I for a mans, that the Egean stableOf his foule sinne would empty in my lap.How his guilt shunn'd me! Sacred innocenceThat, where thou fear'st, are dreadfull, and his face190Turn'd in flight from thee that had thee in chace!Come, bring me to him. I will tell the serpentEven to his venom'd teeth (from whose curst seedA pitcht field starts up 'twixt my lord and me)That his throat lies, and he shall curse his fingers195For being so govern'd by his filthy soule.

Tam.O happy woman! comes my stain from him,

It is my beauty, and that innocence proves

That slew Chymæra, rescued Peleus

From all the savage beasts in Peleon,

And rais'd the chaste Athenian prince from hell:185

All suffering with me, they for womens lusts,

I for a mans, that the Egean stable

Of his foule sinne would empty in my lap.

How his guilt shunn'd me! Sacred innocence

That, where thou fear'st, are dreadfull, and his face190

Turn'd in flight from thee that had thee in chace!

Come, bring me to him. I will tell the serpent

Even to his venom'd teeth (from whose curst seed

A pitcht field starts up 'twixt my lord and me)

That his throat lies, and he shall curse his fingers195

For being so govern'd by his filthy soule.

Mont.I know not if himselfe will vaunt t'have beeneThe princely author of the slavish sinne,Or any other; he would have resolv'd me,Had you not come, not by his word, but writing,200Would I have sworne to give it him againe,And pawn'd mine honour to him for a paper.

Mont.I know not if himselfe will vaunt t'have beene

The princely author of the slavish sinne,

Or any other; he would have resolv'd me,

Had you not come, not by his word, but writing,200

Would I have sworne to give it him againe,

And pawn'd mine honour to him for a paper.

Tam.See, how he flies me still! tis a foule heartThat feares his owne hand. Good my lord, make hasteTo see the dangerous paper: papers hold205Oft-times the formes and copies of our soules,And (though the world despise them) are the prizesOf all our honors; make your honour thenA hostage for it, and with it conferreMy neerest woman here in all she knowes;210Who (if the sunne or Cerberus could have seeneAny staine in me) might as well as they.And, Pero, here I charge thee, by my love,And all proofes of it (which I might call bounties);By all that thou hast seene seeme good in mee,215And all the ill which thou shouldst spit from thee;By pity of the wound this touch hath given me,Not as thy mistresse now, but a poore womanTo death given over, rid me of my paines;Powre on thy powder; cleare thy breast of me.220My lord is only here: here speak thy worst;Thy best will doe me mischiefe; if thou spar'st me,Never shine good thought on thy memory!Resolve my lord, and leave me desperate.

Tam.See, how he flies me still! tis a foule heart

That feares his owne hand. Good my lord, make haste

To see the dangerous paper: papers hold205

Oft-times the formes and copies of our soules,

And (though the world despise them) are the prizes

Of all our honors; make your honour then

A hostage for it, and with it conferre

My neerest woman here in all she knowes;210

Who (if the sunne or Cerberus could have seene

Any staine in me) might as well as they.

And, Pero, here I charge thee, by my love,

And all proofes of it (which I might call bounties);

By all that thou hast seene seeme good in mee,215

And all the ill which thou shouldst spit from thee;

By pity of the wound this touch hath given me,

Not as thy mistresse now, but a poore woman

To death given over, rid me of my paines;

Powre on thy powder; cleare thy breast of me.220

My lord is only here: here speak thy worst;

Thy best will doe me mischiefe; if thou spar'st me,

Never shine good thought on thy memory!

Resolve my lord, and leave me desperate.

Per.My lord!—my lord hath plaid a prodigals part,225To break his stock for nothing, and an insolent,To cut a Gordian when he could not loose it.What violence is this, to put true fireTo a false train; to blow up long crown'd peaceWith sudden outrage; and beleeve a man,230Sworne to the shame of women, 'gainst a womanBorne to their honours? But I will to him.

Per.My lord!—my lord hath plaid a prodigals part,225

To break his stock for nothing, and an insolent,

To cut a Gordian when he could not loose it.

What violence is this, to put true fire

To a false train; to blow up long crown'd peace

With sudden outrage; and beleeve a man,230

Sworne to the shame of women, 'gainst a woman

Borne to their honours? But I will to him.

Tam.No, I will write (for I shall never moreMeet with the fugitive) where I will defie him,Were he ten times the brother of my King.235To him, my lord,—and ile to cursing him.Exeunt.

Tam.No, I will write (for I shall never more

Meet with the fugitive) where I will defie him,

Were he ten times the brother of my King.235

To him, my lord,—and ile to cursing him.Exeunt.

with a letter.A omits.

5foule. A, fare.

16idols. A, images.

21So then . . . in them. A omits.

24faculty. A, motions.

26-29None . . . diadem. A assigns these lines to Bussy.

28divided empires. A, predominance.

29prove. A, claime.

38priviledge. A, tyrannous.

65and. A, but.

70-78If he . . . and slit. Omitted in A, which has instead:—Buss.No, I thinke not.Mons.Not if I nam'd the manWith whom I would make him suspiciousHis wife hath arm'd his forehead!Buss.So you mightHave your great nose made lesse indeede, and slit.

70-78If he . . . and slit. Omitted in A, which has instead:—

Buss.No, I thinke not.Mons.Not if I nam'd the manWith whom I would make him suspiciousHis wife hath arm'd his forehead!Buss.So you mightHave your great nose made lesse indeede, and slit.

Buss.No, I thinke not.

Mons.Not if I nam'd the manWith whom I would make him suspiciousHis wife hath arm'd his forehead!

Mons.Not if I nam'd the man

With whom I would make him suspicious

His wife hath arm'd his forehead!

Buss.So you mightHave your great nose made lesse indeede, and slit.

Buss.So you might

Have your great nose made lesse indeede, and slit.

77-79In B four lines, broken at (second)how,have,out,thee peace.

92roughnesse. A, toughnesse.

96the. A omits.

103minde. A, spirit.

104desert. A, effect.

112steales on to ravish. A, is comming to afflict.

Enter . . . Pero, placed in A afterunderin 134.

Exeunt . . . Monsieur.A omits.

She seemes to sound.A omits.

151-154Sweet . . . enough. A has instead:—Sweete lord, cleare up those eies, for shame of noblesse:Mercilesse creature; but it is enough.B has three lines broken atforehead,warres,enough.

151-154Sweet . . . enough. A has instead:—

Sweete lord, cleare up those eies, for shame of noblesse:Mercilesse creature; but it is enough.

B has three lines broken atforehead,warres,enough.

180fingers. A, hand.

181comes . . . him. Punctuated by ed.; Qq, comes my stain from him?

193Even . . . curst seed. A, Even to his teeth, whence, in mine honors soile.

205-209papers hold . . . for it. Omitted in A, which has instead:—Be not niceFor any trifle, jeweld with your honour,To pawne your honor.

205-209papers hold . . . for it. Omitted in A, which has instead:—

Be not niceFor any trifle, jeweld with your honour,To pawne your honor.

212well. A, much.

217this touch. A, my lord.

232But I will to him. A, Ile attend your lordship.

234Meet. A, Speake.

236To him . . . him. A omits.

A Room in Montsurry's House.]

Enter D'Ambois and Frier.

Bussy.I am suspitious, my most honour'd father,By some of Monsieurs cunning passages,That his still ranging and contentious nose-thrilsTo scent the haunts of mischiefe have so us'dThe vicious vertue of his busie sence5That he trails hotly of him, and will rowze him,Driving him all enrag'd and foming on us;And therefore have entreated your deepe skillIn the command of good aeriall spirits,To assume these magick rites, and call up one,10To know if any have reveal'd unto himAny thing touching my deare love and me.Friar.Good sonne, you have amaz'd me but to makeThe least doubt of it, it concernes so neerelyThe faith and reverence of my name and order.15Yet will I justifie upon my souleAll I have done;If any spirit i'th[e] earth or aireCan give you the resolve, doe not despaire.

Bussy.I am suspitious, my most honour'd father,

By some of Monsieurs cunning passages,

That his still ranging and contentious nose-thrils

To scent the haunts of mischiefe have so us'd

The vicious vertue of his busie sence5

That he trails hotly of him, and will rowze him,

Driving him all enrag'd and foming on us;

And therefore have entreated your deepe skill

In the command of good aeriall spirits,

To assume these magick rites, and call up one,10

To know if any have reveal'd unto him

Any thing touching my deare love and me.

Friar.Good sonne, you have amaz'd me but to makeThe least doubt of it, it concernes so neerelyThe faith and reverence of my name and order.15Yet will I justifie upon my souleAll I have done;If any spirit i'th[e] earth or aireCan give you the resolve, doe not despaire.

Friar.Good sonne, you have amaz'd me but to make

The least doubt of it, it concernes so neerely

The faith and reverence of my name and order.15

Yet will I justifie upon my soule

All I have done;

If any spirit i'th[e] earth or aire

Can give you the resolve, doe not despaire.

Musick: and Tamira enters with Pero, her maid, bearing a letter.

Tamyra.Away, deliver it.Exit Pero.O may my lines,20Fill'd with the poyson of a womans hate,When he shall open them, shrink up his curst eyesWith torturous darknesse, such as stands in hell,Stuck full of inward horrors, never lighted;With which are all things to be fear'd, affrighted.25Buss.How is it with my honour'd mistresse?Tam.O, servant, help, and save me from the gripesOf shame and infamy. Our love is knowne;Your Monsieur hath a paper where is writSome secret tokens that decipher it.30Buss.What cold dull Northern brain, what foole but he,Durst take into his Epimethean breastA box of such plagues as the danger yeeldsIncur'd in this discovery? He had betterVentur'd his breast in the consuming reach35Of the hot surfets cast out of the clouds,Or stood the bullets that (to wreak the skie)The Cyclops ramme in Joves artillerie.Fri.We soone will take the darknesse from his faceThat did that deed of darknesse; we will know40What now the Monsieur and your husband doe;What is contain'd within the secret paperOffer'd by Monsieur, and your loves events.To which ends (honour'd daughter) at your motionI have put on these exorcising rites,45And, by my power of learned holinesseVouchsaft me from above, I will commandOur resolution of a raised spirit.Tam.Good father, raise him in some beauteous forme,That with least terror I may brook his sight.50Fri.Stand sure together, then, what ere you see,And stir not, as ye tender all our lives.He puts on his robes.

Tamyra.Away, deliver it.Exit Pero.

O may my lines,20

Fill'd with the poyson of a womans hate,

When he shall open them, shrink up his curst eyes

With torturous darknesse, such as stands in hell,

Stuck full of inward horrors, never lighted;

With which are all things to be fear'd, affrighted.25

Buss.How is it with my honour'd mistresse?

Tam.O, servant, help, and save me from the gripesOf shame and infamy. Our love is knowne;Your Monsieur hath a paper where is writSome secret tokens that decipher it.30

Tam.O, servant, help, and save me from the gripes

Of shame and infamy. Our love is knowne;

Your Monsieur hath a paper where is writ

Some secret tokens that decipher it.30

Buss.What cold dull Northern brain, what foole but he,Durst take into his Epimethean breastA box of such plagues as the danger yeeldsIncur'd in this discovery? He had betterVentur'd his breast in the consuming reach35Of the hot surfets cast out of the clouds,Or stood the bullets that (to wreak the skie)The Cyclops ramme in Joves artillerie.

Buss.What cold dull Northern brain, what foole but he,

Durst take into his Epimethean breast

A box of such plagues as the danger yeelds

Incur'd in this discovery? He had better

Ventur'd his breast in the consuming reach35

Of the hot surfets cast out of the clouds,

Or stood the bullets that (to wreak the skie)

The Cyclops ramme in Joves artillerie.

Fri.We soone will take the darknesse from his faceThat did that deed of darknesse; we will know40What now the Monsieur and your husband doe;What is contain'd within the secret paperOffer'd by Monsieur, and your loves events.To which ends (honour'd daughter) at your motionI have put on these exorcising rites,45And, by my power of learned holinesseVouchsaft me from above, I will commandOur resolution of a raised spirit.

Fri.We soone will take the darknesse from his face

That did that deed of darknesse; we will know40

What now the Monsieur and your husband doe;

What is contain'd within the secret paper

Offer'd by Monsieur, and your loves events.

To which ends (honour'd daughter) at your motion

I have put on these exorcising rites,45

And, by my power of learned holinesse

Vouchsaft me from above, I will command

Our resolution of a raised spirit.

Tam.Good father, raise him in some beauteous forme,That with least terror I may brook his sight.50

Tam.Good father, raise him in some beauteous forme,

That with least terror I may brook his sight.50

Fri.Stand sure together, then, what ere you see,And stir not, as ye tender all our lives.He puts on his robes.

Fri.Stand sure together, then, what ere you see,

And stir not, as ye tender all our lives.He puts on his robes.

Occidentalium legionum spiritualium imperator(magnus ille Behemoth) veni, veni, comitatus cumAsaroth locotenente invicto. Adjuro te, per Stygis55inscrutabilia arcana, per ipsos irremeabiles anfractusAverni: adesto ô Behemoth, tu cui pervia suntMagnatum scrinia; veni, per Noctis & tenebrarumabdita profundissima; per labentia sydera; per ipsosmotus horarum furtivos, Hecatesq[ue] altum silentium!60Appare in forma spiritali, lucente, splendida,& amabili!

Occidentalium legionum spiritualium imperator

(magnus ille Behemoth) veni, veni, comitatus cum

Asaroth locotenente invicto. Adjuro te, per Stygis55

inscrutabilia arcana, per ipsos irremeabiles anfractus

Averni: adesto ô Behemoth, tu cui pervia sunt

Magnatum scrinia; veni, per Noctis & tenebrarum

abdita profundissima; per labentia sydera; per ipsos

motus horarum furtivos, Hecatesq[ue] altum silentium!60

Appare in forma spiritali, lucente, splendida,

& amabili!

Thunder. Ascendit [Behemoth with Cartophylax and other spirits].

Behemoth.What would the holy frier?Fri.I would seeWhat now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie doe,And see the secret paper that the Monsieur65Offer'd to Count Montsurry; longing muchTo know on what events the secret lovesOf these two honour'd persons shall arrive.Beh.Why calledst thou me to this accursed light,To these light purposes? I am Emperor70Of that inscrutable darknesse, where are hidAll deepest truths, and secrets never seene,All which I know; and command legionsOf knowing spirits that can doe more then these.Any of this my guard that circle me75In these blew fires, and out of whose dim fumesVast murmurs use to break, and from their soundsArticulat voyces, can doe ten parts moreThan open such sleight truths as you require.Fri.From the last nights black depth I call'd up one80Of the inferiour ablest ministers,And he could not resolve mee. Send one, then,Out of thine owne command to fetch the paperThat Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry.Beh.I will. Cartophylax! thou that properly85Hast in thy power all papers so inscrib'd,Glide through all barres to it, and fetch that paper.Cartophylax.I will.A torch removes.Fri.Till he returnes (great prince of darknesse)Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry90Are yet encounter'd.Beh.Both them and the GuiseAre now together.Fri.Show us all their persons,And represent the place, with all their actions.Beh.The spirit will strait return, and then Ile shew thee.See, he is come. Why brought'st thou not the paper?95Car.He hath prevented me, and got a spiritRais'd by another, great in our command,To take the guard of it before I came.Beh.This is your slacknesse, not t'invoke our powersWhen first your acts set forth to their effects.100Yet shall you see it and themselves. BeholdThey come here, & the Earle now holds the paper.

Behemoth.What would the holy frier?

Fri.I would seeWhat now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie doe,And see the secret paper that the Monsieur65Offer'd to Count Montsurry; longing muchTo know on what events the secret lovesOf these two honour'd persons shall arrive.

Fri.I would see

What now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie doe,

And see the secret paper that the Monsieur65

Offer'd to Count Montsurry; longing much

To know on what events the secret loves

Of these two honour'd persons shall arrive.

Beh.Why calledst thou me to this accursed light,To these light purposes? I am Emperor70Of that inscrutable darknesse, where are hidAll deepest truths, and secrets never seene,All which I know; and command legionsOf knowing spirits that can doe more then these.Any of this my guard that circle me75In these blew fires, and out of whose dim fumesVast murmurs use to break, and from their soundsArticulat voyces, can doe ten parts moreThan open such sleight truths as you require.

Beh.Why calledst thou me to this accursed light,

To these light purposes? I am Emperor70

Of that inscrutable darknesse, where are hid

All deepest truths, and secrets never seene,

All which I know; and command legions

Of knowing spirits that can doe more then these.

Any of this my guard that circle me75

In these blew fires, and out of whose dim fumes

Vast murmurs use to break, and from their sounds

Articulat voyces, can doe ten parts more

Than open such sleight truths as you require.

Fri.From the last nights black depth I call'd up one80Of the inferiour ablest ministers,And he could not resolve mee. Send one, then,Out of thine owne command to fetch the paperThat Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry.

Fri.From the last nights black depth I call'd up one80

Of the inferiour ablest ministers,

And he could not resolve mee. Send one, then,

Out of thine owne command to fetch the paper

That Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry.

Beh.I will. Cartophylax! thou that properly85Hast in thy power all papers so inscrib'd,Glide through all barres to it, and fetch that paper.

Beh.I will. Cartophylax! thou that properly85

Hast in thy power all papers so inscrib'd,

Glide through all barres to it, and fetch that paper.

Cartophylax.I will.A torch removes.

Fri.Till he returnes (great prince of darknesse)Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry90Are yet encounter'd.

Fri.Till he returnes (great prince of darknesse)

Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry90

Are yet encounter'd.

Beh.Both them and the GuiseAre now together.

Beh.Both them and the Guise

Are now together.

Fri.Show us all their persons,And represent the place, with all their actions.

Fri.Show us all their persons,

And represent the place, with all their actions.

Beh.The spirit will strait return, and then Ile shew thee.See, he is come. Why brought'st thou not the paper?95

Beh.The spirit will strait return, and then Ile shew thee.

See, he is come. Why brought'st thou not the paper?95

Car.He hath prevented me, and got a spiritRais'd by another, great in our command,To take the guard of it before I came.

Car.He hath prevented me, and got a spirit

Rais'd by another, great in our command,

To take the guard of it before I came.

Beh.This is your slacknesse, not t'invoke our powersWhen first your acts set forth to their effects.100Yet shall you see it and themselves. BeholdThey come here, & the Earle now holds the paper.

Beh.This is your slacknesse, not t'invoke our powers

When first your acts set forth to their effects.100

Yet shall you see it and themselves. Behold

They come here, & the Earle now holds the paper.

Ent[er] Mons[ieur], Gui[se], Mont[surry], with a paper.

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