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Or drink, or sleep, or have to do with that, Unlooked-for, sudden deaths from heaven are That may preserve life! This I swear to keep.

sent; Lys. Look to him tho', and bear those bodies in. But curst is he, that is their instrument. May this a fair example be to me,

[Ereunt omnes. To rule with temper: For, on lustful kings,

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If not for virtue's sake, you may be honest: SCENE I.

There have been great ones, good ones, and ’tis

necessary, Enter THEODORET, BRUNHALT, and BAWDBER. Because you are yourself, and by yourself, Brun. Tax me with these hot taintures ? A self-piece from the touch of power and justice, Theod. You're too sudden;

You should command yourself. You may imagine I do but gently tell you what becomes you,

(Which cozens all the world, but chiefly women) And what may bend your honour; how these The name of greatness glorifies your actions ; courses,

And strong power, like a pent-house, promises Of loose and lazy pleasures, not suspected, To shade you from opinion: Take heed, mother! Butdone and known;your mind that grants nolimit, And let us all take heed! these most abuse us : And all your actions follow, which loose people, The sins we do people behold through optics, That see but through a mist of circumstance, Which shew them ten times more than common Dare term ambitious; all your ways hide sores

vices, Opening in the end to nothing but ulcers. And often multiply them: Then what justice Your instruments like these may call the world, Dare we inflict upon the weak offenders, And with a fearful clamour, to examine

When we are thieves ourselves ? Why, and to what we govern. From example, Brun. This is. Martell,

make you



Studied and penn'd unto you ; whose base person, (Your most intemperate fires have burnt) and I charge you by the love you owe a mother,

quickly, And as you hope for blessings from her prayers, Within these ten days, take a monastery, Neither to give belief to, nor allowance ! A most strict house; a house where none may Next, I tell you, sir, you, from whom obedience

whisper, Is so far fled that you dare tax a mother, Where no more light is known but what may Nay, further, brand her honour with your slanders, And break into the treasures of her credit, Believe there is a day; where no hope dwells, Your easiness is abused, your faith freighted Nor comfort but in tearsWith lies, malicious lies; your merchant mis- Brun. Oh, misery! chief;

Theod. And there to cold repentance, and He that ne'er knew more trade than tales, and

starv'd penance, tumbling

Tie your succeeding days : Or curse me, Heaven, Suspicions into honest hearts: What you or he, If all your gilded knaves, brokers, and bedders, Or all the world, dare lay upon my worth, Even he you built from nothing, strong Protaldye, This for your poor opinions! I am she, Be not made ambling geldings ! all your maids, And so will bearmyself, whose truth and whiteness If that name do not shame 'em, fed with spunges Shall ever stand as far from these detections To suck away their rankness! and yourself As you from duty. Get you better servants, Only to empty pictures and dead arras People of honest actions, without ends,

Offer your old desires ! And whip these knaves away! they eat your

Brun. I will not curse you, vours,

Nor lay a prophecy upon your pride, And turn ’em unto poisons. My known credit, Though Heav'n might grant me both; unthankful, Whom all the courts o' this side Nile have envied, And happy she could cite me, brought in question, I nourish'd you; 'twas I, poor I, groan'd for you; Now in my hours of age and reverence,

'Twas I felt what you suffer'd; I lamented When rather superstition should be rendered? When sickness or sad hours held back your And by a rush that one day's warmth

sweetness; Hath shot up to this swelling? Give me justice, \ 'Twas I pay'd for your sleeps ; I watch'd your Which is his life!

wakings; Theod. This is an impudence;

My daily cares and fears that rid, play'd, walk’d, And he must tell you, that 'till now, mother, Discours’d, discover'd, fed and fashion'd you Brought you a son's obedience, and now breaks it To what you are; and am I thus rewarded ? Above the sufferance of a son.

Theod. But that I know these tears, I could Baw. Bless us !

dote on 'em, For I do now begin to feel myself

And kneel to catch 'em as they fall, then knit 'em Tucking into a halter, and the ladder

Into an armlet, ever to be honour'd: Turning from me, one pulling at my legs too. But, woman, they are dangerous drops, deceitful, Theod. These truths are no man's tales, but Full of the weeper, anger and ill nature. all mens' troubles ;

Brun. In my last hours despis'd ? They are, though your strange greatness would Theod. That text should tell out-stare 'em :

How ugly it becomes you to err thus : Witness the daily libels, almost ballads,

Your flames are spent, nothing but smoke mainIn every place almost, in every province, Are made upon your lust; tavern discourses ; And those your favour and your bounty suffers, Crowds cram'd' with whispers ; nay, the holy Lie not' with you, they do but lay lust on you, temples

And then embrace you as they caught a palsy; Are not without your curses. Now you would Your power they may love, and like Spanish blush;

jennets But your black tainted blood dare not appear,

Commit with such a gustFor fear I should fright that too.

Baw. I would take whipping,
Brun. Oh, ye gods !

pay a fine now!

[Erit. Theod. Do not abuse their names ! they see Theod. But were you once disgrac'd,

Or fall’n in wealth, like leaves they would fly And your conceald sins, though you work like moles,

And become browse for every beast. You willd me Lie level to their justice.

To stock myself with better friends, and servants; Brun. Art thou a son?

With what face dare you see me, or any mankind, Theod. The more my shame is of so bad a That keep a race of such unheard-of relics, mother,

Bawds, lechers, leeches, female fornications, And more your wretchedness you let me be so. And children in their rudiments to vices, But, woman, (for a mother's name hath left me, Old men to shew examples, and (lest Art Since you have left your honour) mend these Should lose herself in act) to call back Custom ? ruins,

Leave these, and live like Niobe ! I told you how; And build again that broken fame; and fairly, And when your eyes have dropt away remembrance

tains you ;

your actions :

from you,


Of what you were, I am your son: Perform it! Brun. What's that to you, or any,

(Erit. Ye dross, ye powder'd pigsbones, rhubard elisBrun. Am I a woman, and no more power in


Must you know my designs ? a college of you To tie this tiger up? a soul to no end?

The proverb makes but fools. Have I got shame, and lost my will ? Brunhalt, Prot. But, noble lady From this accursed hour forget thou bor'st him, Brun. You are a saucy ass too. Off I will not, Or any part of thy blood gave him living ! If you but anger me, 'till a sow gelder Let him be to thee an antipathy,

Have cut you all like colts: Hold me, and kiss A thing thy nature sweats at, and turns back

me ! ward :

For I am too much troubled. Make up my Throw all the mischiefs on him that thyself,

treasure, Or women worse than thou art, have invented, And get me horses private; come, about it! And kill him drunk, or doubtful!


Baw. Such a sweat
I never was in yet! clipt of my minstrels,

My toys to prick up wenches withal ? uphold me;
It runs like snow-balls through me!

Theod. Tho' I assure myself, Martell, your Brun. Now, my varlets,

counsel My slaves, my running thoughts, my executions! Had no end but allegiance and my honour, Baw. Lord, how she looks !

Yet I am jealous, I have pass'd the bounds Brun. Hell take you all !

Of a son's duty: For, suppose her worse Baw. We shall be gelt.

Than your report, not by bare circumstance Brun. Your mistress,

But evident proof confirm’d, has given her out; Your old and honour'd mistress, you tir'd curtals, Yet since all weaknesses in a kingdom are Suffers for your base sins! I must be cloister'd, No more to be severely punishd, than Mew'd up to make me virtuous: Who can help The faults of kings are, by the Thunderer, this?

As oft as they offend, to be reveng'd; Now you stand still, like statues ! Come, Protal. If not for piety, yet for policy, dve!

Since some are of necessity to be spar'd, One kiss before I perish, kiss me strongly ! I might, and now I wish I had not look'd Another, and a third !

With such strict eyes into her follies. Lec. I fear not gelding,

Mart. Sir, As long as she holds this way.

A duty well discharg'd is never follow'd Brun. The young courser,

By sad repentance ; nor did your highness ever That unlick'a lump of mine, will win thy mis- Make payment of the debt you ow'd her, better tress:

Than in your late reproofs, not of her, but Must I be chaste, Protaldye?

Those crimes that made her worthy of reproof. Prot. Thus, and thus, lady!

The most remarkable point in which kings differ Brun. It shall be so: Let him seek fools for From private men, is that they not alone vestals !

Stand bound to be in themselves innocent, Here is my cloister.

But that all such as are allied to them Lec. But what safety, madam,

In nearness, or dependence, by their care Find you in staying here?

Should be free from suspicion of all crime: Brun. Th’hast hit my meaning:

And you have reap'd a double benefit I will to Thierry, son of my blessings,

From this last great act: First, in the restraint And there complain me, tell my tale so subtilly, of her lost pleasures you remove th' example That the cold stones shall sweat, and statues from others of the like licentiousness; mourn;

Then when 'tis known that your severitys And thou shalt weep, Protaldye, in my witness : Extended to your mother, who dares hope for And these forswear.

The least indulgence or connivance in Bau. Yes; any thing but gelding!

The easiest slips that may prove dangerous I am not yet in quiet, noble lady:

To you, or to the kingdom? Let it be done to-night, for without doubt

Theod. I must grant To-morrow we are capons!

Your reasons good, Martell, if, as she is Brun. Sleep shall not seize me,

My mother, she had been my subject, or Nor any food befriend me but thy kisses, That only here she could make challenge to Ere I forsake this desart. I live honest ? A place of being : But I know her temper, He may as well bid dead men walk! I humbled, and fear (if such a word become a king) Or bent below my power ? let night-dogs tear me, That in discovering her, I have let loose And goblins ride me in my sleep to jelly, A tigress, whose rage, being shut up in darkness, Ere I forsake my sphere !

Was grievous only to herself; which, brought Lec, This place you will.

Into the view of light, her cruelty,

Provok'd by her own shame, will turn on him Into whose house (which was an academe,
That foolishly presum'd to let her see

In which all principles of lust were practis’d)
The loath'd shape of her own deformity. No soldier might presume to set his foot ;
Mart. Beasts of that nature, when rebellious At whose most blessed intercession

All offices in the state were charitably Begin to appear only in their eyes,

Conferr'd on panders, o'er-worn, chamber-wrestOr any motion that may give suspicion

lers, Of the least violence, should be chained up; And such physicians as knew how to kill Their fangs and teeth, and all their means of hurt With safety, under the pretence of saving, Par’d off, and knock'd out; and so made unable And such-like children of a monstrous peace'; To do ill, they would soon begin to loath it. That she, I say, should at the length provide I'll apply nothing ; but had your grace done, That men of war, and honest younger brothers, Or would do yet, what your less-forward zeal That would not owe their feeding to their codIn words did only threaten, far less danger

piece, Would grow from acting it on her, than may Should be esteem'd of more than moths or Perhaps have being from her apprehension

drones, Of what may once be practis'd: For, believe it, Or idle vagabonds. Who, confident of his own power, presumes Theod. I am glad to hear it; To spend threats on an enemy, that hath means Prithee what course takes she to do this? To shun the worst they can effect, gives armour Vitry. One To keep off his own strength; nay, more, disarms That cannot fail: She and her virtuous train, Himself, and lies unguarded ’gainst all harms Wi' her jewels, and all that was worthy the carOr doubt or malice may produce.

rying, Theod. 'Tis true :

The last night left the court; and, as 'tis more And such a desperate cure I would have us'd, Then said, for 'tis confirm’d by such as met her, If the intemperate patient had not been

She's fled unto your brother. So near me as a mother; but to her,

Theod. How! And from me, gentle unguents only were

Vitry. Nay, storm not; To be applied : And as physicians,

For if that wicked tongue of hers hath not When they are sick of fevers, eat themselves Forgot its pace, and Thierry be a prince Such viands as by their directions are

Of such a fiery temper as report Forbid to others, tho' alike diseas'd;

Has given him out for, you shall have cause to use So she, considering what she is, may challenge Such poor men as myself; and thank us too Those cordials to restore her, by her birth For coming to you, and without petitions : And privilege, which at no suit must be Pray Heav'n reward the good old woman for't ! Granted to others.

Mart. I foresaw this. Mart. May your pious care

Theod. I hear a tempest coming, Effect but what it aim'd at ! I am silent. That sings mine and my kingdom's ruin. Haste,

And cause a troop of horse to fetch her back ! Enter De VITRY.

Yet stay! why should I use means to bring in Theod. What laugh'd you at, sir ?

A plague, that of herself hath left me?. Muster Vitry. I have some occasion,

Our soldiers up! we'll stand upon our guard ; I should not else; and the same cause perhaps For we shall be attempted. Yet forbear! That makes me do so, may beget in you The inequality of our powers will yield me A contrary effect.

Nothing but loss in their defeature: Something Theod. Why, what's the matter?

Must be done, and done suddenly. Save your Vitry. I see, and joy to see, that sometimes

labour ! poor men

In this I'll use no counsel but mine own: (And most of such are good) stand more indebted That course, tho' dangerous, is best. Command For means to breathe to such as are held vicious, Our daughter be in readiness to attend us ! Than those that wear, like hypocrites, on their Martell, your company; and, honest Vitry, foreheads

Thou wilt along with me? Th' ambitious titles of just men and virtuous. Vitry. Yes, any where; Mart. Speak to the purpose !

To be worse than I'm here, is past my fear. Vitry. Who would e'er have thought

(Ereunt. The good old queen, your highness' reverend


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