The vvhore of Babylon As it was acted by the Princes Seruants. Written by Thomas Dekker.

THE WHORE of Babylon . Empresse of Babylon : her Canopie supported by 4. Cardinals : 2. persons in Pontificall roabes on either hand , the one bearing a sword , the other the keies : before her 3. Kings crowned , behinde her Friers , &c. Empr. THat we , in pomp●… peace , in god like splendor , With adoration of all dazeled eies , Should breath thus long , and grow so full of daies , Be fruitfull as the Vine , in sonnes and daughters , ( All Emperors , Kings , and Queenes ) that ( like to Cedars Vprising from the breath of Lybanus , Or Oliues nurst vp by Ierusalem ) Heightened our glories , whilst we held vp them : That this vast Globe Terrestriall should be cantled , And almost three parts ours , and that the nations , Who suspiration draw out of this aire , With vniuersall Aues , showtes , and cries , Should vs acknowledge to be head supreame To this great body ( for a world of yeares : ) Yet now , when we had made our Crowne compleat , And clos'd it strongly with a triple arch , And had inrich'd it with those pretious jewels Few Princes euer see ( white haires ) euen now Our greatnesse hangs in ballance , and the stampe Of our true Soueraignty , clipt and abas'd . 1. King . By whom dread 〈◊〉 Emp. Aske these holy Fathers : Aske those our out-cast sonnes : a throne vsurped Our chaire is counted , all our titles stolne . 2. King . What blasphemy dare speake so ? Emp. All our roabes , Your vestments , ( reuerend , yet pontificall : ) This sword , these keyes , ( that open kingdoms hearts To let in sweet obedience ) All , but borrowed . 3. King . What soule aboue the earth — Emp. Our royall signet , With which , we , ( in a mothers holy loue ) Haue sign'd so many pardons , is now counterfeit : From our mouth flow riuers of blasphemy And lies ; our Babylonian Sinagogues Are counted Stewes , where Fornications And all vncleannesse Sodomiticall , ( Whose leprosy touch'd vs neuer ) are now daily acted : Our Image , which ( like Romane Caesars ) stamp'd In gold , through the whole earth did currant passe ; Is now blanch'd copper , or but guilded brasse . 3. King . Can yonder roofe , that s naild so fast with Couer a head so impious , and not cracke ? ( starres , That Sulphure boyling o're celestiall fires , May drop in whizing flakes ( with skalding vengeance ) On such a horrid sinne ! 1. King . No mortall bosome Is so vnsanctified . 2. King . Who i's t bright Empresse , That feeds so vlcerous , and so ranke a Spleene ? Emp. A woman . Omn. Woman ! who ? Emp. The Fairie Queene : ( nights Fiue Summers haue scarce drawn their glimmering Through the Moons siluer bowe , since the crownd Of that adored beast , on which we ride , ( heads Were strucke and wounded , but so heal'd againe , The very scarres were hid . But now , a mortall , An vnrecouerable blow is taken , And it must bleed to death . 3. King . Heauen cannot suffer it . Empr. Heauen suffers it , and sees it , and giues ayme , Whilst euen our Empires heart is cleft in sunder : That strumpet , that inchantresse , ( who , in robes White as is innocence , and with an eye Able to tempt stearne murther to her bed ) Calles her selfe Truth , has stolne faire Truths attire , Her crowne , her sweet songs , counterfets her voyce , And by prestigious tricks in sorcerie , Ha's raiz'd a base impostor like Truths father : This subtile Curtizan sets vp againe , Whom we but late banisht , to liue in caues , In rockes and desart mountaines . 2. King . Feare her not , shee 's but a shadow . Empr. O t' is a cunning Spider , And in her nets so wraps the Fairie Queene , That shee suckes euen her breast : Sh 'as writ a booke , Which shee calles holy Spels . 3. King . Wee le breake those spels . Empr. The poles of heauen must first in sunder breake , For from the Fairie shores this Witch hath driuen All such as are like these ( our Sooth-Saiers ) And cal'd false Seers home , that of things past , Sing wonders , and diuine of things to come : Through whose bewitching tongues runne golden chaines , To which ten thousand eares so fast are bound , As spirits are by spells ; that all the Tones Of harmony , that Babylon can sound , Are charmes to Adders , and no more regarded , Than are by him that 's deafe , the sicke mans groanes Shee , they , Titania , and her Fairie Lords , Yea euen her vassaile elues , in publike scorne Defame me , call me Whore of Babylon . Omn. O vnheard of prophanation ! Empr. Giue out I am common : that for lust , and hire I prostitute this body : that to Kings I quaffe full bowles of strong enchanting wines , To make them dote on me . Omn. Let s heare no more . Emp. And that all Potentates that tread on earth , With our abhominations should be drunke , And be by vs vndone . Omn. Wee le heare no more . 3. King . You haue thrust Furies whips into our hands . 1. King . Say but the word , and wee le turne home your wrongs , In torne and bloody collours . 2. King . All her bowers , Shall like burnt offerings purge away ( in fire ) Her lands pollution . Omn. Let 's to armes . Empr. Stay : heare me : Her kingdome weares a girdle wrought of waues , Set thicke with pretious stones , that are so charm'd , No rockes are of more force : her Fairies hearts , Lie in inchanted towers ( impregnable ) No engine scales them . Therefore goe you three , Draw all your faces sweetly , let your browes Be sleekd , your cheekes in dimples , giue out smiles , Your voyces string with siluer , wooe ( like louers ) Sweare you haue hils of pearle : shew her the world , And say shee shall haue all , so shee will kneele And doe vs reuerence : but if shee grow nice , Dissemble , flatter , stoope to licke the dust Shee goes vpon , and ( like to serpents ) creepe Vpon your bellies , in humilitie ; And beg shee would but with vs ioyne a league , To wed her land to ours : our blessing , goe . 3. King . When mines are to be blowne vp , men dig low . All three . And so will wee . Emp. Prosper : till this sunne set The beames that from vs shoot , seeme counterfet . Exeunt . Manent 4. Cardinals , and certaine Priests . 1. Card. This physicke cures not me . 2. Card. Nor me . 3. Card. Nor vs. 1. Card. It is not strong of poyson , to fetch vp That s bak't within : my gall is ouerflowne , My blood growne ranke and fowle : An inflamation Of rage , and madnes so burnes vp my liuer , That euen my heart-strings cracke ( as in a furnace ) And all my nerues into my eye-balles shrinke , To shoot those bullets , and my braines at once Against her soule that ha's halfe dambd vs : falls Fetcht hie , and neare to heauen , light on no ground , But in hels bottome , take their first rebound . 2. Card. Such are our falles : we once had mountaine-growth , With Pines and Cedars . 3. Card. Now with none of both . 1. Card. I could be glad to loose the diuine office Of my creation , to be turn'd into A dogge , so I might licke vp but her blood , That thrusts vs from our vineyards . Tres. So could all . 4. Card. Reuenge were milke to vs. 2. Card. Manna . 1. Card. And it shall . But how ? wee will not ( as the head supreame Ouer all nations , counselleth ) licke the dust The Faierie treads on , nor ( like serpents ) creepe Vpon our bellies in humilitie : This were ( with Fencers ) basely to giue ground , When the first bowt may speed : or to sound parly , Whilst they within , get swords to cut our throats : No , wee le at one blow strike the heart through . Tres. How ? 2. Card. By ponyards . 1. Card. No. 3. Card. Poyson . 1. Card. No. 4. Card. Treason . 1. Card. Neither . 2. Card. How ( reuerend Como ) then ? 1. Card. Thus — let 's consult — nay you shal heare . You know that all the springs in Fairie land Ran once to one head : from that head , to vs : The mountaine and the valley paid vs fruit ; The field her corne , the countrey felt no heat But from our fires : Plenty still spread our boards , And Charitie tooke away . We stept not forth But with a god-like adoration All knees bowed low vnto vs : why was this ? Why were our gardens Eden ? why our bowers Built like to those in Paradise ? I shall tell you , It was because the Law most mysticall , Was not made common : therefore was not vile ; It was because in the great Prophets Phanes And hallowed Temples , we were Choristers : It was because ( wise Pylots ) we from rockes , And gulfes infernall , safely set on shore Mens soules at yonder hauen : or ( beeing shipwrackt ) Strong lines forth cast we , suffering none to sinke To that Abisse , which some hold bottomlesse . But now our very graues Cannot saue dead mens bones from shame and bruzes . The monumentall marble Vrnes of bodies ( Laid to rest long agoe ) vnreuerently Are turned to troughes of water now for jades : Vast Charnel-houses , where our fathers heads Slept on the cold hard pillowes of the earth , Are emptied now , and chang'd to drinking roomes , Or vaults for baser office . 2. Card. What 's therefore to be done ? 1. Card. This must be done : This shall be done : They hunted vs like wolues , Out of their Fairie forrests , whipt vs away ( As vagabonds ) mockt vs , and said our fall Could not be dangerous , because we bore Our gods vpon our backes : now must we whip them , But wiselier . Tres. How ? 1. Card. Thus : those that fill our roomes , Hold Beacons in their eies ( blazing with fire Of a hot-seeming zeale ) to watch our entrance , And to arme all against vs : these we must quench : They are counted wels of knowledge , poyson these wells : They are the kingdoms musicke , they the Organs , Vnto whose sound her Anthems now are sung , Set them but out of tune , all s out of square , Pull downe the Church , and none can it repaire , But he that builds it : this is the faggot band That binds all fast : vndoo 't , vndoe the land — Card. omn. Most certaine . 1. Card. You therefore ( the best consort of the soule ) Shepheards ( whose flocks are men , lambs , Angels , ) you That hold the roofe of yon Starre-chamber vp , From dropping downe to grinde the world to dust , You shall to Fairie land . Card. omnes . A joyfull voyage . 1. Card. Those that sing there the holy Hymnes , as yet Haue not their voyces cleere , the streame of ceremony Is scarcely settled , trouble it more : bayte hookes To take some , some to choake : cast out your net At first , for all the frie : let vs spread sayles To draw vnto our shores the Fairie whales . That Truth , whose standard-bearer Babylon , And all we are , is not cleane driuen from thence , Whither we send you : there sheeliues , but liues A widdow ; steps not forth , dares not be seene During her moneth of mourning : here we write you How , and with whom to finde her : what shee bids , That doe : your hire's aboue . Card. omnes . We know it well . 1. Card. And when you see those Fairy fishermen Rowe in your streames , when they grow cold in working , And weary of their owne waters , that the sayles ( Which stifly beare them vp ) flag and hang low , And that ( like reedes , playing with a paire of winds . ) They promise facill pliance , then , then shake The trees by the root , then'le make the branches blow , And drop their mellowed fruits , euen at your feet , Gather them they are our owne , then is the houre , To weane those sonnes of blacke Apostasi From her . ( their stepdame ) and to make them take , A blessing from our reuerend mothers hands , Be happie goe . Card. Omn. Wee shall remember you , In all our kneelings . 1. Card. Stay : ere you shift Ayre , Sprinkle your selues all ore with sacred droppes , Take Periapts , Pentacles , and potent Charmes To coniure downe fowle feinds , that will be rayzed To vex you , tempt you , and betray your bloud , About your necks hang hallowed Amulets , That may Conserue you from the plagues of Error Which will strike at you . Sacr. Omn. Wee obey most holy fathers . 1. Car. And heare you , If clymbing vp to this haught enterprize The foot slip , and ( ith'fal ) with death you meet — Sacr. Omn. O glorious ladder ! 1. Car. A Saints winding sheet , Farewell : Mount all the engines of your wit Exeunt : Sacr. When darts are sent from all parts , some must hit . There is a fellow to whome , because he dare Not be a slaue to greatnes , nor is molded Of Court dow ( flattering ) but ( should it thunder ) To his father . doing ill , ( would speake ill ) our Empresse , Hath giuen this name . ( Plaine Dealing ) : this plaine dealing Haue I shipd hence , and is long since arriued Vpon the fairy strnod : from him I expect , Intelligence of all Occurrences , He for the names sake , shall perhaps be welcome , Into that Harlots Company ( whom the fairyes Thinke honest , and sweare deeply , she is Truth . That Strumpet by inticement hee le bring ouer , 2. Card. It came to me in letters ( two dayes since . That this plaine dealing serues the fairy Queene , And will no more be seene in Babilon . 1. Card. How no more seene in Babilon , t is but one lost , If Babilon subscribe to our wise-doome , Shee shall lodge Double-Dealing in his roome . Exeunt . Titania Fidely , Florimell , Elfiron , Pentioners , Tita. Wee thought the fates would haue closde vp our eyes , That wee should nere haue seene this day-starre rise : How many plots were laid to barre vs hence , ( Euen from our Cradle ? ) but our Innocence Your wisedome ( fairy Peeres ) and aboue all , That Arme ) that cannot let a white soule fall , Hath held vs vp , and lifted vs thus hie , Euen when the Arrowes did most thickly flie : Of that bad woman , ( Babilons proud Queene , Who yet ( we heare ) swels with Inuenomed Spleene . Fid. Whose poyson , shall ( like Arrowes shot vpright ) When forth it bursts , to her owne downfall light . Tita. Truth be my witnes ( whome we haue imployde , To purge our Aire that has with plagues destroyed Great numbers , shutting them in darksome shades ) I seeke no fall of hirs , my Spirit wades , In Clearer streames ; her bloud I would not shed , to gaine that triple wreath that binds her head , Tho mine shee would let forth , I know not why , Only through rancke lust after Souereigntie . Flor. Enough it is for me , if with a hand , ( Vnstaind and vn-ambitious ) fairy Land I Crowne with Oliue-branches : all those wounds , Whose goary mouthes but lately staind our Rounds , Bleed yet in me : for when great a a Hen. 7. Elfiline ( Our grandsire ) fild this throne , your bowers did shine With fire-red steele , and not with Fairies eies , You heard no musicke then , but shriekes and cries , Then armed Vrchins , and stearne houshold Elues , Their fatall pointed swords turnd on themselues . But when the royall Elfiline sat crowned , These ciuill woes in their own depth lay drowned . He to immortall shades beeing gone , ( Fames minion ) great King b b Hen. 8. Oberon Titaniaes royall father , liuely springs , Whose Court was like a campe of none but Kings . From this great conquering Monarchs glorious stemme , Three ( in direct line ) wore his Diadem : c c Edw. 6. A King first , then a paire of d d Q. Mar. & Q. Eliz. Queenes , of whom , Shee that was held a downe-cast , by Fates doome , Sits now aboue their hopes : her maiden hand , Shall with a silken thred guide Fairie land . Omn. And may shee guide it , Fid. Euen till stooping time Cut for her ( downe ) long yeeres that shee may climbe ( With ease ) the highest hill old age goes o're , Or till her Fairie subiects ( that adore Her birth-day as their beeing ) shall complaine , They are weary of a peacefull , golden raigne . Titan. Which , that they neuer shall , your stately towers Shall keepe their ancient beauty : and your bowers ( Which late ) like prophan'd Temples empty stood , The tops defac'd by fire , the sloores by blood , ) Shall be fill'd full of Choristers to sing Sweet heauenly songs , like birds before the Spring : The flowers we set , and the fruits by vs sowne , Shall cheere as well the stranger as our owne . We may to strange shores once our selues be driuen , For who can tell vnder what point of heauen His graue shall open ? neither shall our oakes , Trophies of reuerend Age , fall by our stroaks , Nor shall the brier , or hawthorne ( growing vnder ) Feare them , but flie to them , to get from thunder , And to be safe from forraine wild-fire balles , Wee le build about our waters wooden walles . Omn. On which wee le spend for you our latest liues . Titan. Fairies I thank you all , Stay who comes here ? Enter Parthen . Flor. Parthenophill , a Fairie Peere . Titan. Parthenophill . Parth. Bright Empresse , Queene of maides To vs your Lords , amidst your Fairie shades : Three Princes ( so themselues they style ) are come , From whence , they 'l vs not learne , and doe intreat Faire , and a free accesse . Titan. What is their businesse ? Parth. The splendor of your glories , which a farre Shines ( as they say , and iustly say ) as brightly As here at hand , hither them drawes , protesting All faith and seruice to you , and requesting That they the tribute of their loues may pay , At your most sacred feet . Titan. Allow them entrance . Parth. They in a Fairie maske , the argument Of this their dutie , gladly would present . Titan. As best them please . The Hault-boyes sounding , Titania in dumbe shew sends her Lords to fetch them in , who enter bare headed the three Kings queintly attired like Masquers following them , who doing honour to her , intreat to dance with her maides , and doe so : This done they discouer . Titan. Your painted cheeks beeing off , your owne discouers , You are no Fairies . All three . No : but wounded louers . Titan. How ! louers ! what ! would you deflower my bed , And strike off a poore maiden-head ? We know you not : what are you ? and from whence ? 3. King . The a a Spaine land of whom the sunne so enamor'd is , He lends them his complexion , giues me birth , The Indian and his gold are both my slaues , Vpon my sword ( as on the Axell tree ) A world of kingdomes mooue : and yet I write Non sufficit . that lustie sonne of Ioue That twelue times shewed himselfe more then a man , Reard vp two pillars for me , on whose Capitals I stand ( Colossus-like ) striding ore seas , And with my head knock at the roofe of Heauen : Hence come I , this I am , ( O most diuine ) All that I am is yours , be you but mine . 2. King . The country a a France . at whose breast , hundreds of Kings Haue royally bin fed , is nurce to me : The god of grapes is mine , whose bounteous hand In clusters deales his gifts to euery land : My Empire beares for greatnes , pollicy , State , skill in Arts and Armes , sole soueraigntie Of this Globe vniuersall . All her Princes Are warriours borne : whose battels to be told , Would make the hearers souldiers : t' is a land Of breath so sweet , and of aspect so faire , That to behold her , and to conquer her , ( In amorous combats , ) great king Oberon , Your awefull father , oft ha's thither come , Like to a bridegrome , or a Reueller , And gone agen in goodly triumphs home . From hence I spring , ( fairest and most diuine ) All that this is , is yours , be you but mine . 3. King . Be you but mine , and doubly will I treble Their glories , and their greatnesse : like to thunder My voyce farre off , shakes kingdomes ; whilst mine owne Stands on Seauen ( b ) hills , whose towers , and pinnacles , And reuerend Monuments , hold in them such worth , And are so sacred , Emperours and Kings ( Like barefoote pilgrims ) at her feet doe fall , Bowing to her trible crowne imperiall . The language which shee speakes , goes through the world , To proue that all the world should stoope to her , And ( saue your selfe ) they doe ; you thinke you leaue A rich inheritance , if to your sonnes , Our fluent tongue you leaue , ( nor need they more ) Who speake and spend it well , cannot be poore : On many nations necks , a foot to set , If it be glorious , then may you be great . 1. King . We are all pleasd , so please you be the bride , Of three , we care not which two be deni'd . 2. King . For we are brethren , and those sacred breasts From whence we draw our nourishment , would runne Nectar to you ( sweete as the food of life : ) Our aged mother twentie times an hower , Would breath her wholesome kisses on your cheeke , And from her own cup you should drinke that wine Which none but Princes tast , to make you looke With cheerefull countenance . 3. King . You haue a a a The Irish. sonne , Rebellious , wild , ingratefull , poore , and yet Apollo from 's owne head cuts golden lockes , To haue them grow on his : his harp is his , The darts he shoots are his : the winged messenger That runnes on all the errands of the gods , Teaches him swiftnes ; hee 'l outstrip the windes : This child of yours is ( by adoption ) Our mothers now , her blessing he receiues ; And tho ( as men did in the golden Age ) He liue i th' open fields , hiding his head In dampish caues , and woods , ( sometimes for feare , ) Yet doe we succour him . This your lost sheep , We home agen will bring , to your owne fold , Humbly to graze vpon your Faierie plaines , Prouided , that you sow them with such seed , On which your whole land wholesomely may feed . Titan. We know you now : O what a deale of paines Would you ( as others of this wing haue taken ) To be in Faierie land calld Soueraignes ? Thankes for it : rashly nothing must we doe : When kingdoms marrie , heauen it selfe stands by To giue the bride : Princes in tying such bands , Should vse a thousand heads , ten thousand hands : For that one Acte giues like an enginous wheele Motion to all , sets all the State a going , And windes it vp to height , or hurles it down , The least blast turnes the scale , where lies a crowne : Wee le therefore take aduice . If these thinke fit We should be yours , you ours , we signe to it : Your counsell Fairie Lords : Fideli speake . Fid. Would you ( my royal mistres ) haue those christal Faire , double-leaued doores , where light comes forth To cheere the world , neuer to open more ? Would you haue all your slumbers turn'd to dreams , Frightfull and broken ? would you see your Lords ( In stead of sitting at your Councell boards ) Locking their graue , white , reuerend heads in steele ? If so , you cannot for all Fairie land Find men to fit you better . Titan. Florimell , Breathes there in you Fidelies spirit ? Flor. No Lady . 3. King . No nor in any brest that 's sound : true Counceller , Already you speake musicke : you are strung With golden chords ; Angels guide on your tongue . Flor. These potent , politicke , and twin-borne States , Would to their mitred fortunes tie our fates : Our Fairie groues are greene , our temples stand Like goodly watch-towers , wafting passengers From rockes , t'arriue them in the Holy land : Peace ( here ) eats fruits , which her own hand hath sown , Your lambes with lyons play : about your throne , The Palme , the Lawrell , and the abundant Vine Grow vp , and with your roses doe entwine . But if these gripe your Scepter once , Titan. What then ? Flor. Vultures are not more rauenous than these men , Confusion , tyranie , vproares will shake all , Tygres , & wolues , and beares , will fil your seat , In nothing ( but in miserie ) you le be great : Those black and poisonous waters that bore down In their rough torrent , Fairie townes and towers , And drownd our fields in Marianaes daies , Will ( in a mercilesse inundation ) Couer all againe : red Seas will flow again : The Deuill will roare againe : if these you loue , Be ( as the Serpent , ) wise then , tho a Doue . 2. King This hee that speakes in musicke ? Titan. Are you all , Of this opinion Lordes ? Omn. All , all . All 3. Let s hence . 3. King When close plots faile , vse open violence . Titani. Stay : Princes are free-borne , & haue free wils , Theis are to vs , as vallies are to hills , We may , be counceld by them , not controld : Our wordes our Law . Elfyr. Bright Souereigne . Titan. Y' are too bold . 3. King I knew the fort would yeeld . 1. King Attend. 2. King Shee s ours . Titan.

You would Combine a League , which these would breake .

1. King A League ! 2. King Holy . 3. King Honorable . Titan. Nay heare me speake , You court me for my loue , you I imbrace As maides doe Suiters , with a smiling face as you doe me : receiue our answere then : — I cannot loue you : — what ! such hardy men And flie for one repulse ? I meane as yet ; As yet I'mnot at leisure : But I sweare Euen by my birth-day , by the crowne I weare , By those sweet waters , which into vs powre Health , that no sicknes taints , by that blest flower Vpon whose roseal stalke our peace does grow , I sweare I will my loue on you bestow , When one day comes , which now to you I le name . 1. King The time ! O blessed time ! 2. King Balme to our sorrow . 3. King Name that most happie houre . Tita. May be tomorrow : Marke els and iudge whether it may or no : When Lambes of ours , are kild by wolues of yours , Yet no bloud suckt : when Heauen two Suns endures : When Soules that rest in vnder-groundes , Heare Anthems sung , and prayse the soundes : When drops of water are so spilt , That they can wash out murders guilt : When Surgeons long since dead and gone , Can cure our woundes , being cald vpon : When from yon towers I heare one cry , You may kill Princes lawfully : When a Court has no Parasite , When truth speakes false , and falshood right : When Conscience goes in cloth of gold , When Offices are giuen ; not sold : When merchants wiues hate costly clothes , When ther 's no lies in tradsmens oathes : When Farmers by deere yeeres do leeze , And Lawyers sweare to take no fees : ( And that I hope will neuer , neuer bee ) But then ( and not till then ) I sweare , Shall your bewitching Charmes sleepe in mine eare . Away . Exeunt Faires : Manent 3. Kings . 1. King Derided to our faces ! 2. King Baffuld ! 3. King Made fooles ! 1. King This must not be . Omn. It shall not be . 3. King Reuenge : Flie to our Empres bosome , there sucke treason , Sedition , Herezies confederacies , The violation of al sacred leagues . The combination of all leagues vniust , The dispensation for sacramentall oathes , And when ye' are swolne with theis , returne againe , And let their poyson raine downe here in showres : Whole heards of bulls loaden with hallowed curses , With Interdictions , excommunications , And with vnbinding Subiects fealties , And with large pattents to kill Kings and Queens Driue roaring hither , that vpon their hornes This Empire may be tost . 2. King Shee shall bee torne , Euen ioynt from ioynt : to haue her baited wel , ( If we cannot ) wee will vn-kennell hell : 1. King . Will not you home with vs ? 3. King . No : here I le lurke , And in a Doue-like shape rauen vpon Doues : I le suck allegiance from the common brest , Poyson the Courtier with ambitious drugs , Throw bane into the cups where learning drinkes , I le be a Saint , a Furie , Angell , Deuill , Or'e Seas , on this side Seas ; Deuils forreners , With Deuils within hel freedome , Deuils in Vaults . And with Church Deuil , be it your soules health , To drinke downe Babylonian Stratagems . And to forge three-forkt thunderbolts at home , Whilst I melt Sulphure here : If the sweet bane I lay bee swallowed , oh ! a Kingdome bursts , But if the poysoned hooke be spied , then leuy Eightie eight Legions , and take open armes , The Guidon shall be mine , I le beare the Standard . Omn. T wi'll be a glorious warre . 1. King Farewell . 3. Kidg Bee gon , then one . Who cleanes a Realmes head , needs more swordes Exeunt . Fideli , Florimell , Parthenophill , Elfiron , Flory . These euill Spirits are vext , & tho they vanisht Like hideous dreames , yet haue they left behind them , Throbs , and heart-akings , in the generall boosome , As omynous bodings . Fairy Lack eyes . — 4. Footmen Here. Flory . Flie Sirra throug the Ayre and neuer rest ( On paine to be into an vrchin turnd ) Till thou hast fixt vpon the highest gates , Of our great'st Cities Thei's a warning peece . Away . Exit . Fidel. Theis to the Spirits that our waters keepe , Charge them that none rowst ther , but those whose nets , Are cast out of our Fairy gundolets . Away . Exit . 2. Elfyr. Theis to the keepers of those royall woods Where Lyons , Panthers , and the kingly heardes Feede in one company ; that if wild Boares , Mad Buls , or rauing Beares , breake in for prey , Hoping to make our groues their wildernes , Ours may like souldiers bid them battaile . Flie. Exit . 3. Parth Theis to the Shepheards on our Fairie downs To warne them not to sleepe , but with sweet Layes And Iolly pipings driue into fat pastures Their goodly flocks : Wolues are abroad say , Fly . Exit . 4. Fidel. Place Prouidence , ( because she has quick eye : And is the best at kenning ) in our Nauy , Courage shall wait on her . Flor. No : shee s most fit Titania and 〈◊〉 maids ●…anding alose . To goe with vs. Omn. Let her in Counsell sit . Fid. T is said : and least they breake into our walkes And kill our fairie-dear , or change themselues Into the shape of Fawnes , being indeed foxes , Range all the forrest danger to preuent , Foresight , beats stormes backe , when most Imminent . Omn. Away then . Exeunt . Manent Titania , and her maides . Titani. Wise Pilots ? firmest pillers ? how it agrees , When Princes heads sleepe on their counsels knees : Deepe rooted is a state , and growes vp hie , When Prouidence , Zeale , and Integritie Husband it well : Theis fathers t will be said ( One day ) make me a grandame of a maid . Meane time my farewell to such gaudy lures As here , were thrown vp t' haue me quite ore-thrown , I charge you maids , entertaine no desires , So irreligious and vnsanctified : Oh , they ha snakes sleeky tongues , but hearts more rugged Then is the Russian Beare : our Fairie bowres Would turne to Arabian desarts , if such flowers , ( Mortall as killing Hemlocke ) here should grow , Which to preuent , I le haue you vow . Aur. We vowe By the white balles in bright Titaniaes eies , We their inchantments skorne . Titan. It does suffice : To bind it sure , Strew all your meades with charmes , Which if they doe no good , shall doe no harme . Aur. Here comes your new sworne seruant . Enter Plaine dealing . Titan. Now Sirra , where haue you bin ? Plain . Where haue I bin ? I haue bin in the brauest prison — Titan. What prison ? a braue prison ? Can there be a braue prison ? Plain .

All your fine men liue and die there , it 's the Knights ward , and therefore mustneeds bee braue : some call it an Ordinarie , but I say t is a prison , for most of our gallants that are serued euery day with woodcockes there , lie there in a manner vpon Execution : they dare not peepe out of doores for feare of Serieants .

Titan. What are those Serieants ? Plain .

Doe not you know ( mistresse ) what Serieants are ? a number of your courtiers are deare in their acquaintance : why they are certaine men-mid wiues , that neuer bring people to bed , but when they are sore in labour , that no body els can deliuer them .

Titan. Are there such places in our kingdome , as Ordinaries , what is the true fashion of them , what s their order ? Plain . They are out of all true fashion : they keep no order . Ttian. Where about in Fairie land stand they ? Plain .

In your great cittie : and here 's the picture of your Ordinarie .

Titan. When Master Painter please we shall haue it : come Sir . Plain .

Your gallants drink here right worshipfully , eat most impudently , dice most swearingly , sweare most damnably , quarrell most desperatly , and put vp most cowardly . Suppose I were a young countrey gentleman , and that I were to come in ( like an asse ) among 'em , new cast into the bonds of sattin .

Titan. What then ? Plain .

Mary then doe all the gyltrapiers turne their Tobacco faces in the roome vpon me , and they puffe , they gape on a fresh man like so many stale Oysters at a full tyde : then is there no salt to throw vpon them , and to make them leaue gaping , but this ; to cast off his cloake , hauing good cloathes vnderneath , single out some in the roome worse accoustred then himselfe , with him to walke boldly vp and downe strutting , laugh alowd at any thing , talke alowde of nothing , so they make a noise , it is no matter .

Titan.

You are growne sirra an obseruer since you came out of Babylon .

Plain .

Troth mistresse , I left villains and knaues there , & find knaues & fooles here : for your Ordinary is your Isle of Gulles , your ship of fooles , your hospitall of incurable madmen : it is the field where your captaine and braue man is cal'd to the lastreckoning , and is ouerthrown horse and foot : it is the onely schoole to make an honest man a knaue : for Intelligencers may heare enough there , to set twenty a begging oflands : it is the strangest Chesse-board in the world .

Titan. Why ? Plain .

Because in some games at Chesse , knights are better then pawnes , but here a good pawne is better then a knight .

Titan. Affoard our shores such wonders ? Plain .

Wonders ? why this one little Cocke-pit , ( for none come into it , but those that haue spurs ) is able to shew all the follies of your kingdome , in a few Apes of the kingdome .

Titan. Haue we not in our Land Physitions To purge these red impostumes ? Plain .

Troth yes mistresse ; but I am Plaine dealing , and must speake truth , thou hast many Physitions , some of them sound men , but a number of them more sicke at heart , then a whole parish full of Patients : let them cure themselues first , & then they may better know how to heale others : then haue you other fellowes that take vpon them to be Surgeons , and by letting out the corruption of a State , and they let it out I le be sworne ; for some of them in places as big as this , and before a thousand people , rip vp the bowels of vice in such a beastly manner , that ( like women at an Execution , that can endure to see men quartred aliue ) the beholders learne more villany then they knew before : others likewise there be of this consort last named , that are like Beadles bribed , they whip , but draw no blood , and of these I haue made a Rime .

Titan. Let 's heare it . Plain . Those that doe jerke these times , are butlike fleas ; They bite the skinne , but leap from the disease . Titan.

I le haue you Sir ( because you haue an eye so sharply pointed ) to looke through and through that our great Citie , and like death , to spare the liues of none , whose conscience you find sickly and going .

Plain .

If I giue you the copie of the Cities countenance , I le not flatter the face , as painters do ; but shew al the wrinckles of it .

Titan. Doe so , you shall no more to Babylon , But liue with vs , and be our Officer . Plain .

Haue I any kinred in your Court ? is there any one of my name an officer ? if there bee , part vs ; because it will not bee good , to haue two of the Plain-dealings in one office , they 'l bee beggars if they doe .

Titan. No Sirra , wee 'le prouide you shall not want Whilst vs you serue . Goe learne where Truth doth lie . Plain .

Nay , nay , I haue heard of her , she dwelles ( they say ) at the signe of the Holy Lambe .

Titan. Wee built her vp a lodging at our cost , To haue her labour in our Vineyards : For till shee came , no Vines could please our taste , But of her fining Set your hand to hers , Liue with her in one house , fetch from our Court Maintenance to serue you all : t' will be to her A comfort to haue you stilby her sides , Shee ha's such prettie and delightfull songs , That you will count your forestlabour light , And time well spent only to heare her sing . A way loose no more minutes . Pl. Not a minute : I le set more watches then a clockmaker . Exit . Elfiron . Paridel . Titan. What s yonder man that kneeles ? Elfi. T is a a Doctor Parry . Paridel Titan. Our doctor ? Par. The most wretched in your land . the most in soule deiected ; the most base , And most vnseruiceable weede , vnles You by your heauenly Influence change his vilenes Into a vertuall habit fit for vse . Tita. Oh : we remember it ; you are condemnd ? Elf. To Death . Pari. Deseruedly . Tita. You had your hand Not coulored with his bloud . Elf. No deerest Lady Vpon my vowed Loyalty . Pari. The law , hath fastned on me only for attempt , It was no actuall nor commenced violence That brought death with it , but intent of ill . Tita. We would not saue them , that delight to kill , For so we wound our selues : bloud wrongly spilt Who pardons , hath a share in halfe the guilt . You strooke , our lawes not hard , yet what the edge Of Iustice could take from you , mercy giues you ( Yourlife . ) You haue it signed , rize . Pari. May yon Clouds Muster themselues in Armies , to confound Him that shall wish you dead , hurt , or vncrownd . Pathenophill with Campeius . Par. To run in debt thus basely for a life , To spend which , had beene glory ! O most vile ! The good I reape from this superfluous grace , Is but to make my selfe like Casars horse , To kneele whilst he gets vp : my backe must beare Till the chine crack , yet still a seruile feare Must lay more loades on me , and presse me downe . When Princes giue life , they so bind men to 'em , That trusting them with too much , they vndo'em . Who then but I , from steps so low would rise ? Great fortunes ( eanrd thus ) are great Slaueries : Snatcht from the common hangmans hands for this ? To haue my mind feele torture ! now I see , When good dayes come , ( the Gods so seldome giue them ; ) That tho we haue them , yet we scarce beleeue them . Heart how art thou confinde ? and bard of roome , Th art quicke enough , yet liuest within a tombe . Tita. His name . Parth. a a Ed. Campion . Campeius : Deeply learnd . Tit. We heare so : But with it heare ( from some whome we haue weied For iudgement and experience ) that he caries : A soule within him framde of a thousand wheeles ' Yet not one steddy . Parthe. It may be the rumor That thus spreades ouer him , flowes out of hate . Tita. Belieue vs no : of his , and tothers fate , The threedes are too vnlike , to haue that wouen . Camp . To gaine her crowne I le not kneele thus . Tita. Besides The haruest which he seekes is reapde already : We haue bestowed it . Parth. Here then dies our sute . Tita. Now shall you trie with what impatience That bay tree will endure a little fire , My Lord , my Lord , Such swelling spirites hid with humble lookes , Are kingdoms poysons , hung on golden hookes , Parth. I hope hee le proue none such . Tita. Such men oft proue . Valleyes that let in riuers to confound The hils aboue them , tho themselues lie drounde , My Lord , I like not calme and cunning seas That to haue great ships taken or distrest , Suffer base gallyes to creepe ore their breast , Let course harts weare course skins : you know our wil. Parth. Which ( as a doome diuine ) I shall fulfill . Camp . Thrown downe , or raizd ? Parth. All hopes ( for this ) are gone , oon planet stands in opposition . Exeunt Parth. & Camp . Camp . Vmh : So. Tita. Now Doctor Paridell . Pari. An humble suite , I am growne bold finding so free a giuer , Where beggers once take almes , they looke for 't euer . Tita. You ha beene sworne our seruant long . Pary . Tenne yeares . ( ) Tita. And we should wrong you ; since you take vs giuing - To let you goe with life , that should want liuing , What is it we can grant you . Pary . I ha beene by two great Fayries in your land , ( Opprest I dare not say ) but so beaten downe , And suncke so low now with my last disgrace , That all my happy thoughts lie in the dust , Asham'd to looke vp yet : most humbly therefore Begge I your gratious leaue that I may vary , This natiue Aire for Forren . Tita. Oh you would trauell , You may , you haue our leaue : Challenge our hand . Pary . Stormes are at Sea , when it is calme at land . Exit . Fideli Florimell . Fidel. The Sea-God hath vpon your maiden shoares , ( On Dolphins backes that pittie men distrest ) In safetie setta people that implores , The Soueraigne mercie flowing from your brest . Tita. What people are they ? Fidel. Neighbours : t is the nation , The Netherlanders . With whome our Faries enterchange commerce , And by negotiation growne so like vs , That halfe of them are Fayries : th' other halfe Are hurtfull Spirits , that with sulphurous breath Blast their corne feilds , deface their temples , cloth their townes in mourning , poyson hallowed founts , And make their goodliest Citties stand ( like tombes ) Full of dead bodies , or ( like pallaces , From whence the Lords are gone ) all desolate . They haue but 17. danghters young and faire , Vowd to liue vestalls , and to know the touch Of any forced or vnreuerend hand . Yet Lust and Auarice ( to get their dowers ) Lay barbarous seidge against their chastitie , Threaten to rauish them , to make their bodies The temples of polution , or their bedds , Graues where their honors shall lie buried , They pray to haue their virgins wait on you , That you would be their mother , and their nurse , Their Guardian and their Gouernour ; when Princes Haue their liues giuen'em , fine and golden threds Are drawne and spun ( for them ) by the good fates , That they may lift vp others in low states . Tit. Els let our selfe decline ; giue them our presence : In mysery all nations should be kin , And lend a brothers hand , vsher them in . Exeunt . Stood here my foes ( distrest ) thus would I grieue them , Not how they ha bin , but how I might relieue them . Parthenophill . Path. Your good deeds ( matchlesse Fayrie ) like the Sun , ( Rising but onely in this poynt of heauen , Spred through the world , So that a Prince ( made wretched , By his vnhappy father , that lies slaine By barbarous swords , and in his goary wounds , Drownes all the hopes of his posteritie ) Hether , is like an orphan come ( from farre ) To get reliefe and remedie gainst those , That would defeat him of his portion . Tita. Pittie and we had talke before you came , She hath not taken yet her hand from ours , Nor shall shee part , vntill those higher powers Behold that Prince : good workes are theirs , not ou'rs ; Goe : bid him trust his misery in our hands , Great trees I see do fall , when the shrub stands . Exeunt . Fideli Florimell the states of the countries , Parthenophill Elfyron , the Prince of Portugal . To the States . Auxilio tutos dimittam , opibusque Iuuabo . Non ignara mali , miseris succurrere disco . Exeunt . The third King to the King of Portugall . 3. King Stands my beard right ? the gowne I must looke graue , White haires like siluer cloudes a priuiledge haue , Not to be search'd , or be suspected fowle : Make away those 2. turne coates . Suite me next Like to a Sattin diuell ( brauely ) flie Your sayles shape : be here immediatly . Enter So : excellent : a subtile masque : all s fit , This very cap makes my head swell with wit . Mongst souldiers , I haue plaid the souldier , Bin mutinous , raild at the State , cursd peace : They walke with crosse-armes , gaping for a day , Haue vnder-shorde their eie-lids ( like trap windows . ) To keep them open , and with yawning eares , Lie listning on flocke bolsters , till rebellion Beat vp her drum : this lards me fat with laughter , Their swords are drawn halfe way , & all those throats That are to bleed are mark'd : and all those doores , Where ciuill Massacres , murders ( di'd in graine ) Spoile , riflings , and sweet rauishments shall enter , Haue tokens stamp'd on them ( to make 'em knowne ) More dreadfull then the Bils that preach the plague ▪ From them , with oyl'd hammes ( lap'd in seruile blew ) I stole , and fil'd out wine of Babylon , To liue things ( made of clods ) poore countrey sots , And drunke they are : whole shires with it do reele , Poysons run smooth , because men sweetnes feele . Now to my schoole-men , Learnings fort is strong , But poorely man'd , and cannot hold outlong When golden bullets batter . — Yonder 's one — Y' are a poore scholler ? Campeius . Yes . 3. King . What read you ? Camp . A booke . 3. King . So learned , yet so young ? Camp . Yee may see Sir . 3. King . You feede some discontent ? Camp . Perhaps I ha cause . 3. King . What troubles you ? Camp . You trouble me : pray leaue me . 3. Kin. Put your selfe , and your griefe into my hands . Camp . Say yee ? 3. King Put your selfe & your grief into my hands . Camp . Are you a Doctor ? your hands Sir , pray why ? 3. King . You know me not . Camp . Do you know your selfe ? your busines ? Are you a scholler ? 3. King Iudge of that by these . ( Camp . Oh Sir , I haue seene many heads vnder such wool That scarce had braines to line it : if y' are a scholler , Mee thinks you should know manners , by your leaue 3. Ring . Pray leaue your name behind you . Sir . Camp . Name , Campeius . 3. King : Campeius ! vmh : Campeius ? a lucky plannet strikes out this houre : Campeius Babylon , His name hath in her tables : on his forehead , Our Queene hath set her marke : it is a mould Fit to cast mischeife in none sooner rent A Church in two , then Schollers discontent . I must not loose this Martines nest , — once more Y' are happely met . Camp. This bur stil hang on mee ! And you Sir . 3. King Tell me pray , did you neuer tast-I'me bold-did you Those cleere & redolent fountains that do norish , nee'r tast In viue and fresh humiditie those plants That grow on thother side ( our opposites ) Those that to vs here , are th' Antipodes , Cleane against vs in grounds-you feele me-say Ne're drunke you of that nectar . Camp . Neuer . 3. King Neuer ! I wish you had , I gather from your eyes , What your disease is , I ha bin your selfe , This was Campeius once ( thō not so learn'd ) For I was bred ( as you ) in Fairy Land , A Country ! well , but t is our country : and so , Good to breed beggers : Shee starues Arts : farts fools , Shee sets vp drinking roomes , & pulls downe schools . Camp . So Sir . 3. King No more but so Sir ? this discourse Not to be search'd , or be suspected fowle : Make away those 2. turne coates . Suite me next Like to a Sattin diuell ( brauely ) flie Your sayles shape : be here immediatly . Enter So : excellent : a subtile masque : all s fit , This very cap makes my head swell with wit . Mongst souldiers , I haue plaid the souldier , Bin mutinous , raild at the State , cursd peace : They walke with crosse-armes , gaping for a day , Haue vnder-shorde their eie-lids ( like trap windows . ) To keep them open , and with yawning eares , Lie listning on flocke bolsters , till rebellion Beat vp her drum : this lards me fat with laughter , Their swords are drawn halfe way , & all those throats That are to bleed are mark'd : and all those doores , Where ciuill Massacres , murders ( di'd in graine ) Spoile , riflings , and sweet rauishments shall enter , Haue tokens stamp'd on them ( to make 'em knowne ) More dreadfull then the Bils that preach the plague : From them , with oyl'd hammes ( lap'd in seruile blew ) I stole , and fil'd out wine of Babylon , To liue things ( made of clods ) poore countrey sots , And drunke they are : whole shires with it do reele , Poysons run smooth , because men sweetnes feele . Now to my schoole-men , Learnings fort is strong , But poorely man'd , and cannot hold out long When golden bullets batter . — Yonder 's one — Y' are a poore scholler ? Campcius . Yes . 3. King . What read you ? Camp . A booke . 3. King . So learned , yet so young ? Camp . Yee may see Sir . 3. King . You feede some discontent ? Camp . Perhaps I ha cause . 3. King . What troubles you ? Camp . You trouble me : pray leaue me . 3. Kin. Put your selfe , and your griefe into my hands . Camp . Say yee ? 3. King Put your selfe & your grief into my hands . Camp . Are you a Doctor ? your hands Sir , pray why ? 3. King . You know me not . Camp . Do you know your selfe ? your busines ▪ Are you a scholler ? 3. King Iudge of that by these . ( ●…ool ▪ Camp . Oh Sir , I haue seene many heads vnder such That scarce had braines to line it : if y' are a scholler , Mee thinks you should know manners , by your leaue 3. Ring . Pray leaue your name behind you . Sir . Camp . Name , Campeius . 3. King Campeius ▪ vmh : Campeius ? a lucky plannet strikes out this houre : Campeius Babyl●… , His name hath in her tables : on his forehead , Our Queene hath set her marke : it is a mould Fit to cast mischeife in ▪ none sooner rent A Church in two , then Schollers discontent . I must not loose this Martines nest , — once more Y' are happely met . C●…mp . This bur stil hang on m●… ▪ And you Sir . 3. King Tell me pray , did you neuer tast-I'me bold-did you Those cleere & redolent fountains that do norish , nee'r tast In viue and fresh humiditie those p●…ants That grow on thother side ( our opposites ) . Those that to vs here , are th' Antipodes , Cleane against vs in grounds-you feele me-say Ne're drunke you of that 〈◊〉 . Camp . Neuer . 3. King Neuer ! I wish you had , I gather from your eyes , What your disease is ▪ I ●…a bin your selfe , This was Campeius once ( tho not so learn'd ) For I was bred ( as you ) in Fairy Land , A Country ! well , but t is our country : and so , Good to breed beggers ▪ Shee starues Arts : ●…arts fools , Shee sets vp drinking roomes , & pulls downe schools . Camp . So Sir . 3. King No more but lo Si●… this discoure Pallats not you . Camp . Yes . 3. King . Nothing hath passed me I hope , against my countrey , or the State , That any you can take hold of . Camp . If they could , T is but mine I , to your no. 3. King . Y' are to sowre : Vnmellowed : you stand here in the shade , Out of the warmth of those blest ripening beames , — Goe to — I grieue that such a blossome — ( raiz'd , Camp . Sir , I know you not this thing which you haue Affrights me : schollers of weake temper need To feare ( as they on Sunbankes lie to read ) Adders i' th highest grasse : these leaues but turn'd , Like willow stickes hard rub'd may kindle fire , Cities with sparkes as small haue oft beene burn'd . 3. King . Doe you take me for a hangman ? Camp . I would be loath , For any harsh tune that my tongue may warble , To haue the instrument vnstrung . 3. King . You shall not : Welfare vnto you . Camp . And to you . A word Sir : Bred in this countrey ? 3. King . Yes . Camp . I am no bird To breake mine own neast downe : what flight soeuer Your words make through this ayre ( tho it be trobled ) Myne eare Sir , is no reaching Fowling piece What passes through it , kills : you may proceed , Perhaps you would wound that , I wish should bleed . You haue th' aduantage now , I put the longest weapon into your hands , 3. King . It shall guard you : You draw me by this line : let 's priuate walke . Camp . This paths vnbruz'd : goe on Sir . 3. King . Sir I loue you . The Dragons that keep learnings golden tree , As you now haue , I fought with , conquered them , Got to the highest bough , eat of the fruit , And gathered of the seauen-sold leaues of Art , What I desir'd ; and yet for all the Moones That I haue seene waxe olde , and pine for anger , I had outwatched them : and for all the candles I wasted out on long , and frozen nights , To thaw them into day ; I fild my head With books , butscarcecould fil my mouth with bread , I had the Muses smile , but moneyes frowne , And neuer could get out of such a gowne . Camp . How did you change your starre ? 3. King . By changing Aire : The god of waues washt of my pouertie , I sought out a new sunne beyond the seas , Whose beames begat me gold . Camp . O me dull asse ! I am nail'd downe by wilfull beggerie , Yet feele not where it enters : like a horse My hoofes are par'd to 'th quicke ) euen til they bleed , To make me runne from hence , yet this Tortois shell , ( My countrey ) lies so heauy on my backe , Pressing my worth downe , that I slowly creep Through base and slimie waies . 3. King . Countrey ! Camp . Shee hangs Her owne brats at her backe , to teach them begge , And in her lap sets strangers . 3. King . Yet your countrey . Camp . I was not borne to this , not school'd to this , My parents spent not wealth on meto this , I will not stay here long . 3. King . Doe not . Camp . Beeing hence , I le write in gall and poyson gainst my nurce This Fairie land , for not rewarding merit : If euer I come backe I le be a Caltstrop To pricke my countries feet , that tread on me . 3. King . O shee 's vnkind , hard hearted ! Camp . In disputation I dare for latine , hebrew , and the greeke , Challenge an vniuersitie ; yet , ( O euill hap ! ) Three learned languages cannot set a nap . Vpon this thred-bare gowne : how is Arte curs'd ? Shee ha's the sweetest lymbes , and goes the worst : Like common Fidlers , drawing down others meate With lickorish tunes , whilst they on scraps do eate . 3. King . Shake then these seruile fetters off . Camp . But how ? 3. King . Play the mules part , now thou hast suckt a dam Drie and vnholsome , kicke her sides . Camp . Her heart — her very heart — Would it were dried to dust , to strew vpon Th' inuenomed paper vpon which I le write . 3. King . Know you the Court of Babylon ? Camp . I haue read , How great it is , how glorious , and would venter A soule to get but thither . 3. King .

Get then thither ; you venture none , but saue a soule going thither :

The Queene of Babylon rides on a beast , That carries vp seauen heads . Camp . Rare . 3. King . Each head crow'nd . Enter his man like a sayler with rich attires vnder his arme . Camp . O admirable ! 3. King . Shee with her owne hand Will fil thee wine out of a golden bowle . There 's Angels to conduct thee . Get to sea , Steale o're , behold , here 's one to waft thee hence , Take leaue of none , tell none , th' art made , farewell . Camp . Thus to meet heauen , who would not wade through hell ? Exeunt Campeius and Sayler , manet 3. King , enter Sayler presently . 3. King . To slea off this hypocrisie , t is time , Least worne too long , the Foxes skinne be known : In our dissembling now we must be braue , Make me a courtier come ; Asses I see , In nothing but in trappings , different be From foote-cloth nags , on which gay fellows ride , Saue that such gallants gallop in more pride . Away . Stow vnder hatches that light stuffe : T is to be worne in Babylon . [ Exit Sayler . At this groue , And much about this howre , a slaue well moulded , In profound , learned villany , gaue oath Enter Coniurer . To meet me : Art thou come ! Can thy blacke Arte This wonder bring to passe ? Con. See , it is done . 3. King . Ti●…s . picture right . Con. This virgin waxe , Burie I will in slimie putred ground , Where it may peece-meale rot : As this consumes , So shall shee pine , and ( after languor ) die . These pinnes shall sticke like daggers to her heart , And eating through her breast , turnethere to gripings Cramp-like Convulsions , shrinking vp her nerues , As into this they eate . 3. King . Thou art fam'd for euen , If these thy holy labours well succeed , Statues of molten brasse shall reare thy name , The Babylonian Empresse shall thee honour . And ( for this ) each day shalt thou goe in chaines . Where wilt thou burie it ? Coniur. On this dunghill . 3. King . Good : And bind it down with most effectuall charmes , That whosoeuer with vnhallowed hands , Shall dare to take it hence , may raue and die . Con. Leaue me . 3. King . Farewell and prosper : be blinde you skies , You looke on things vnlawfull with sore eies . Exit . Dumbe shewe . The Hault-boyes sound , and whilst hee is burying the picture , Truth and Time enter , Fideli , Parthenophil , Elfiron , and a Guard following aloose . They discouer the follow , hee is taken , the picture found , hee kneeles for mercy , but they making signes of refusall , he snatcheth at some weapon to kill himselfe , is preuented , and led away . The Empres , Cardinals &c. Emp. Who sets those tunes to mocke vs ? Stay them . Omn. Peace . 1. King Peace there . 1. Card. No more : your musicke must be dombe . Emp. When those Caelestiall bodies that doe moue , Within the sacred Spheres of Princes bosomes Goe out of order , t is as if you Regiment , Weare all in vp-roare : heauen should then be vext , Me thinkes such indignation should resemble , Dreadfull eclypses , that portend dire plagues To nations , fall to Empires , death to Kings , To Citties deuastation , to the world , That vniuersall hot calamitie Of the last horror . But our royall bloud , Beates in our veines like seas strugling for bounds , Aetna , burns in vs : bearded Comets shoote Their vengeance through our eyes : our breath is lightning , Thunder our voyce ; yet , as the idle Cannon , Strikes at the Aires Invulnerable brest ) Our darts are phillip'd backe in mockery , Wanting the poynts to wound . 1. King Too neere the heart , ( Most royall Empresse ) these distempers fit , So please you , wee le againe assayle her bewtie In varied shapes , and worke on sutler Charmes , Again loues poysoned arrowes wee le let she . Emp. No : proud spirits once denying , still deny . 1. Car. Then be your selfe , ( a woman ) change those ouer tur●…s You made to her of an vnusuall peace , To an vnusde defiance : giue your reuenge , A full and swelling saile , as from your greatnes You tooke , in ●…yling to her : you haue beene Too cold in punishment , too soft in chyding , And like a mother ( cause her yeares are greene ) Haue winck't at Errors , hoping time , or councell , Or her owne guilt ( seing how she goes awry , ) Would streigtenall . — you find the contrarie . Empe. What followes ? 1 Card. Sharp chastizment , leaue the Mother And be the steptdame ; wanton her no more On your Indulgent knee , signe no more pardons To her Off-fallings and her flyings out , But let it be a meritorious Act : Make it a ladder for the soule to climbe , Lift from the hindges all the gates of heauen ; To make way for him that shall kill her . Omnes Good . 1 Card. Giue him an office in you Starr-chamber , Or els a Saints place and Canonize him ; So Sanctifie the arme that takes her life , That sylly soules may go on pilgrimage , Only to kisse the Instrument ( that strikes ) As a most reuerent relique . Empe. Be it so . 1 King . In that one word she expires Empe. Her fayrie Lordes ( That play the Pilots nowe , and steere her kingdome In fowlest weather ) as white bearded corne Bowes his proud head before th' imperiall windes , Shall soly groueling ( heere ) when that day comes . 1 Ki. And that it shall come fates themselues prepare . Emp. True , but old Lyons hardly fall into the snare . 1 King . Is not the good and politique Satyran ( Our leagued brother , and your vassaile sworne ) Euen now ( this very minute ) sucking close Their fairest bosomes ? if his trayne take well : They haue strange workings ( down-wards ) into hel . Emp. That Satiran is this hand : his braines a forge Still working for vs , he 's the trew set clocke By which we goe , and of our houres doth keepe The numbred strokes , when welye bound in sleepe . 1 Card. Besides such voluntaries as will serue Vnder your holy cullors and forsake The Fairie standard , all such fugitiues Whose heartes are Babylonized : all the Mu●…ers All the damb'd Crew , that would for gold teare off The deuills beard : All schollers that doe eate The bread of sorrow , want , and discontent , Wise Satryan takes vp , presses , apparrels , ( woues , Their backes like Innocent Lambes , their minds like Rubs or'e their tongues with poyson , which they spot Against their owne annointed ; their owne Country , Their very parent . And thus shippes'em hither . To make em yours . Emp. To vse . 1. Card. Only to imploy them As Bees whilst they haue stings , & bring thighs laden With hony , hiue them , when they are droanes , destroy them . 1. King The earnest which he giues you ( adored Empresse , ) Are three fit engines for vs. Empr. Are they wrought ? 2. King They are : and waite in Court your vtmost pleasure , Out of your Cup made wee them drunke with wines , To sound their hearts , which they with such deuotion Receiued downe , that euen whilst Bacchus , swom From lippe to lippe , in midst of taking healths , They tooke their owne damnation , if their bloud ( As those grapes ) stream'd not forth , to effect your good . Emp. Let vs behold these fire-workes , that must run Vpon shortlines of life : yet wil Wee vse them , Like instruments of musicke play on them , A while for pleasure , and then hang them by , Who Princes can vpbrayd , t is good they die . For as in building sumptuous pallaces , We climb by base and slender scaffoldings , Till wee haue raized the Frame : and that being done , ( To grace the worke ) we take the Scaffolds downe , So must we these : we know they loue vs not , But Swallow-like when their owne summers past , Here seeke for heat : or like flight Traualers , ( Swolne with vaine-glory , or with lust to see , ) They come to obserue fashions and not mee . 1. King As Traualers vse them then , till they be gone , Looke Cheerefully ; backs turn'd , no more thought vpon . Emp. What are they that fly hither ( to our bosome ) But such as hang the wing , such as want neasts ; Such as haue no sound feathers ; birds : so poore , They scarce are worth the killing : with the Larke ( The morning's fawlkner ) so they may mount hie , Care not how base and low their risings be ? What are they but leane hungry Crowes that tyre Vpon the mangled quarters of a Realme ? And on the house-tops of Nobilitie ( If there they can but sit ) like fatall Rauens , Or Skrich-Owles croake their fals and hoarsely bode , Nothing but scaffolds and vnhallowed graues ? 1. King . Fitter for vs : yet sit they here like doues . Emp. True : like corrupted Churchmen they are doues , That haue eate carrion : home wee le therefore send These busie-working Spiders to the wals Of their owne countrey , when their venemous bags ( Which they shall stuffe with scandales , libels , treasons ) Are full and vpon bursting : let them there Weaue in their politicke loomes nets to catch flies ; To vs they are but Pothecary drugs , Which we will take as Physicall pils , not food : Vse them as lancets to let others bloud , That haue foule bodies , care not whom you wound , Nor what parts you cut off , to keepe this sound . Omn. Here come they . Campeius , Parydell , and † † Lopes . Lupus . Emp. Welcome : rise , and rise vp high In honours and our fauour : you haue thrust Your armes into our cofers , haue you not ? All 3. Yes sacred Empresse . Camp . And into our owne , Haue rayned downe showers of gold . Emp. You shall deserue it : You see what Ocean can replenish you , Be you but duteous tributarie streames : But is your temper right ? are not the edges Of your sharpe spirits rebated ? are you ours ? Doe not your hearts sinke downe yet ? will you on ? All 3. Stood deathith ' way . Lup. Stood hell . Emp. Nobly resolu'de : But listen to vs , and obserue our counsell : Backe must we send you to the Fairie Land , Danger goes with you ; here 's your-safetie : listen . Chuse winds to sayle by ; if the way ward seas Grow stormie , houer , keepe aloofe : if feares , Shipwracks , and death lie tumbling on the waues , And will not off , then on : be venturous , Conquests hard got are sweet and glorious . Being landed , if suspition cast on you Her narrow eyes , turne your selues then to Moles , Worke vnder ground , and vndermine your countrey , Tho you cast earth vp but a hand full high , To make her stumble : if that bloud-hound hunt you , ( That long-ear'd Inquisition ) take the thickets , Climbe vp to Hay-mowes , liue like birds , and eate The vndeflowred corne : in hollow trees Take such prouision as the Ant can make : Flie with the Batt vnder the eeues of night , And shift your neasts : or like to Ancresses , Close vp your selues in artificiall wals : Or if you walke abroad , be wrapt in clouds , Haue change of haires , of cie-brows , halt with soldiers , Be shauen and be old women , take all shapes To escape taking : But if the ayre be cleere , Flie to the Court , and vnderneath the wings Of the Eagle , Faulcon , or some great bird houer , Oakes and large Beech-trees many beasts doe couer . He that first sings a Dirge tun de to the death Of that my onely foe the Fairie Queene , Shal be my loue , and ( clad in purple ) ride Vpon that scarlet-coloured beast that beares Seuen Kingdomes on seuen heads . Camp . If all the Spels . That wit , or eloquenee , or arts can set : If all the sleights that bookemen vse in schooles Be powrefull in such happinesse , 't is mine . Rop. What physicke can I dare onely to grow ( But as I merit shall ) vp in your eye . Emp. Wee le erect ladders for you strong and high , That you shall climbe to starrie dignitie . Both. We take our leaue dread Empresse . Exeunt . Emp. Fare you well : Our benediction goe along with you — Our malediction and your soules confusion Like shiuer'd towers fall on your hickelesse heads , And wedge you into earth low as the deepe Where are the damned , if our world you fire , Since desperately you 'le ride and dare aspire . 1. King . But is this all ? shall we thus bend our sinews Onely to emptie quiuers , and to shoot Whole sheafes of forked arrowes at the Sunne , Yet neuer hit him ? 2. Car. And the marke so faire ! Com. Nay , which is more , suppose that al these torrents Which from your sea of Greatnesse , you ( for your part ) And all those stragling flouds which we haue driuen With full and stiffe winds to the Fairie Stronds , Should all breake in at once , and in a deluge Of Innouation , rough rebellion , factions , Of massacres , and pale destruction Swallow the kingdome vp , and that the bloud Euen of Titania's heart should in deepe crimson Dye all these waters : what of this ? what share Is yours ? what land shall you recouer ? 1. King . All. Com. All ! 1. King . I , all : Betweene the Transuersaries that doe run Vpon this crosse staffe , a dull eye may find In what degree we are , and of what height Your selfe ( our brightest Ariadne ) is , Being vnderneath that Tropicke : as those jewels Of night and day are by alternate course Worne in Heauens fore-head , So when Deaths Winter comes , And shortens all those beames of Maiestie , Which in this oblique and Zodiacall Sphere Moue with Titania now , shall loose their heat , Where must the next Sun rise but here ? from whence Shall Fairie land get warmth ? meerely from hence . Let but the taper of her life burne out , We haue such torches ready in her land To catch fire from each other , that the flames Shall make the frighted people thinke earth burnes , And being dazled with our Copes of Starres , We shall their temples hallow with such ease , As 't were in solemne gay procession . Com Some lyne sea cards , that know not the seas tast , Nor scarce the colour : by your charmes I gather You haue seene Fairie land — but in a Map : Can tell how 't stands : but if you giue 't a fall , You must get bigger bones : for let me whisper This to your eare ; though you bait hookes with gold , Ten thousand may be nibbling , when none bites , And those you take for Angels , you 'le find Sprites . Say that Titania were now drawing short breath , ( As that 's the Cone and Button that together Claspes all our hopes ) out of her ashes may A second † † K. Iames. Phoenix rise , of larger wing , Of stronger talent , of more dreadfull beake , Who swooping through the ayre , may with his beating So well commaund the winds , that all those trees Where sit birds of our hatching ( now fled thither ) Will tremble , & ( through feare strucke dead ) to earth , Throw those that sit and sing there , or in flockes Driue them from thence , yea and perhaps his talent May be so bonie and so large of gripe , That it may shake all Babilon . Emp. All Babylon ! Com. Your pardon : but who 'le swear this may not be ? Emp. How the preuention ? Com. Thus ; to fell downe their Q. is but one stroake ; Our axe must cleaue the kingdome , that 's the Oake . Emp. The manner . Com. Easie : whilest our thunderbolts Are anuiling abroad , call Satyran home , He in his fadome metes vast Argoziet , Huge Galeasses , and such wodden Castles , As by enchantment of the waters moue : To his , marry yours and ours ; and of them all Create a braue Armado , such a Fleete , That may breake Neptunes backe to carry it : Such for varietie , number , puissance , As may fetch all the Fairie Land in turfes , To make a greene for you to walke vpon In Babilon . 1. King . Inuincible ! goe on . Com. Now when the volley of those murdring shot That are to play first on Titaniaes breast , And ( yet ) leane on their rests , goe off and kill her , So that the very Aluerado giuen , Sounds the least hope of conquest ; then , then shew Your warlike Pageants dancing on the waues , Yours is the Land , the Nation are your slaues . Omn. Counsell from Heauen ! Emp. None this shall ouer-whelme : Braue voyage ! Rig out ships , and fetch a Realme . Exeunt . Parydell and Palmio . Pal. You ariue on a blest shore . The freight you bring Is good : it will be bought vp of vs all With our deere blouds : be constant , doe not warpe In this your zeale to Babilon . Paryd. Graue Palmio , To you I haue vnladen euen my soule , The wings from home that brought me had sick feathers , Some you haue puld off : my owne countrey grasse Was to my feet sharpe needels ( stucke vpright ) I tread on downe-beds now . Pal. But are your countreymen ( I meane those that in thought with vs feast richly ) Fed with the course bread of affliction still ? Paryd. Still father Palmio still , and to relieue them I dare doe what I told you . Pal. Noble valour ! Pary . So that I might but read on yonder scrolls , A warrant writ vnder the seale of Heauen , To justifie the Act. Palm . You haue my hand , And shall haue more . Y' are reconcil'de ( Sonne ? ) Pary . Yes . Pal. Who did confesse you ? Pary . Father Anniball . Pal. But did the Nuntio Campeggio Present your letters , and your vowed seruice At Babylon . Pary . He did : I sued out warrant For passage safely thither : and from graue Como ( One of the capitall Columnes of the state ) This I receiued . Palm . He sends you here good welcome ; 'T is strong ; why went you not ? Pary . I like it not : There wants a conuoy of some better words , Which hourely I expect : vpon a Sea So dangerous , so full of rockes , so narrow , ( Albeit the venture holy and of honour ) I would not gladly sayle , without direction Of noble Pilots , home I would not come Basely , but like a glorious voyager . Enter Ragazzoni . Palm . Yea , you do well ; the Nuntio Raggazoni ! Not know him ? Pary . Certes no. Palm . Come , you shall meete : Monsignor , here 's a Gentleman desires To haue your armes about him . — Rag. Willingly . Palm . He vndertakes an action full of merit , Sans promise or reward , to cure all those Through Fairie land , that are diseas'd within , And he will doo 't , by letting one veine bloud . Ragaz . Shootes he at highest ? Palm . Yes . Rag. Draw home , and giue Your arrowes compasse , that vntill they fall Full on the head , none see them : you do well : My hands are yours : good speede . — Exit Ragazoni . Campeggio . Pal. Campeggio ? Now shall you heare some newes . Camp . I doe assure you , The Mistris of vs all , hath on this paper Breath'd you a blessing : your deuotion Is recommended highly , and to nourish The flames new kindled in you , here 's more fewell , Pary .

Licence to go and come , in verbo imperatrieis per omnes Iuris-dictiones Babilonicas absque impedimento .

Good : would it had come sooner . Camp . Why ? Palm . 'T is generall , Exceeding absolute and peremptorie . Pary . It giues me my ful saile : but by deepe vows , I am to trauell lower , yet if season Beat me not backe , I will to Babylon , What rubs soe're I meete in letters still , I le kisse her sacred hand . Camp . You change not byas . Pary . Oh good sir , yonder is the goale I run for ! Raggazoni at one dore , a Gentleman at another . Rag. Lend me your speeches both . Pal. Yonder comes one of your owne countrey . Pary . Oh I know him Sir . Pal. Walk in this colledge classe but som few minutes , I le send or bring to you a Gentleman , Next neighbour to your countrey : an Albanois — The man I told you of . Exeunt . Pary . Thankes Sir . Gent. Met happily , I look'd for you . Pary . Deere countryman the parly we late held About the land that bred vs , as how order Was rob'd of ceremonie ( the rich robe of order ) How Truth was freckled , spotted , nay made leaprous : How Iustice — Gent. Come , no more . Pary . Euen now ( as then ) You ward blowes off from her , that at all weapons Strikes at your head : but I repent we drew not That dialogue out to length , it was so sweet . ( man Gent. At houres more opportune we shal : but country - I heard of late the musicke of my soule , And you the instrument are made that sounds it : T is giuen me , that your selfe hath seal'd to heauen A bond of your deuotion , to goe forth As champion of vs all , in that good quarrell , That hath cost many liues . Pary . What need we vse Circumgyrations , and such wheelings ? Sir , Beleeue it , to recouer our sicke Nurse I de kill the noblest foster-child she keepes . Gent. I know what bird you meane , & whom you hate , But let him stand to fall : no sir , the Deere Which we all hope you 'le strike , is euen the pride And glory of the Forrest : So , or not ? Pary . My vowes are flowne vp , and it must be done , So this may be but settled . Gent. Do you stagger ? Pary . All winds are not yet layd . Gent. Haue you looked out For skilfull coasters , that know all the sounds , The flats , and quicke sands , and can safely land you Out of all touch of danger ? Pary . I haue met many , And like a consort they hold seuerall tunes — Gent. But make they musicke ? Pary . Faith a little jarring : Sometimes a string or so : yet reuerend Palmio , And Anniball a Codreto keepe the streame In which I swim : the Nuntio Ragazzoni Plies me with wholesome phisicke ; so the Nuntio , My honored Friend Campeggio makes it cleere , That it is lawfull . Gent. Where at stick you then ? Pary . At a small rocke , ( a dispensation . ) Raggazzoni , Palmio , Campeggio , & the Albanoys . Gent. You cannot want for hands to helpe you for In such a noble worke your friends are neere ; ( ward : Deere Countriman , my sword , my state , and honor , Are for your vse , goe on ; and let no heate thaw your strong resolution , I shall see you , Before you take to Sea . Pary . You shall . Gen. My dewtie . Pai . This is the worthy Gentleman , to whome I wish your loue endeer'de : we haue some conference . Pary . Borne Sir in Fairy Land ? Alba. No marry Sir-An Albanois , Pary . Then for proximitie Of Countries , let vs enterchange acquaintance , I wish'd for your embracements , for your name Is crown'd with titles of integritie , Iudgement and Learning : let me vpon their Bases Erect a piller , by which Babylon , And all we may be strengthned . Alba. I pray be apert and plaine . Pary . Then thus Sir ; by the way of Argument I would a question put , to tast your censure , Because I doe not soundly relish it . Alba. Propone it Sir , I le solue it as I can . Pary . Suppose that in the field there were an Army , Commixt of halfe your kinsfolke , friends , and louers , The other halfe sworne foes , ( all countrimen ; ) And that the leader of them were your father , And that this leading father were so partiall , That to preserue that halfe which loues you not , Ye would loose that which loues you : & that to take This Captaines life away , might bring this good , Of two sides to make one , and saue much bloud : Would not you doe it . Alba. Vmh : ya 're ful of Ambage : I answere as my spirits leade me , thus , I would not doe it . Pary . Why Sir . Alba. Because I hold , Quod non omninò Licet . Par. Come , Come , I know ( without al commenting ) This text you vnderstand : wey the vtilitie , That goes with it : the health it giues to thousands ; The sap it spreads through branches which now wither : The restauration — Alba. Sir I see to 'th bottome , Of this deepe well you diue in : I doe arme you , In this strong fight , iust with the selfe same weapons Which I would weare to guard mee , and those are My readings and beliefe setled by reading , And this I find - Quod non sunt facienda mala , vt veniant bene For good ; ( how great soeuer ) must be don , no ill how small soeuer . Pary . T is no euill . To barre out so great ill , with so great good . Alba.

All good must not be done , but onely that - Quod benè & legitimè fieri potest : For Sir I know , that Deus magis amat aduerbia quam nomina . Quia in actionibus magis et Placent Benè & legitimè quàm bonum . Ita vt nullum bonum Liceat sacere , nisi bene & legitime fieri potest . Quod in hoc Casu fieri non potest .

Pary . Yet ( with your fauour ) seuerall learned men , Are cleane from your opinion and doe hold , Quòd licet . Alba. Those learned men perhaps may hold it fit , That to saue many , they to one mans danger , ( Referring all to the depth inscrutable ) May allow of a particular ; on no warrant That they can shew me written , but being stird , With a humaine compassion to mens liues : And lesse you reuelation haue diuine , That bids you do , doe not ; Thus you haue mine . Omn. What so hard at it . Pary . We haue done : the time , Doe's pull me from your sweet societie , Pal. You will to Babylon . Pary . I cannot tell ; Whether I doe or no , you shall haue notice , How this great worke goes forward ; strengthen mee , With all your comforts , and commend my seruice To the most glorious throne : if I get or'e , There lands blacke vengeance on the Fairy shore . Omn. If prayers can doe it shall . Exeunt . Plaine dealing and Truth . Pay . But how shall I know , thou art the right truth ; Tru. Because I am not painted . Play .

Nay if thou hast no better coulour then that , ther 's no trueth in thee , for I m'e sure your fairest wenches are free of the painters .

Tru. Besides I am not gorgious in attire , But simple , plaine and homely ; in mine eyes , Doues sit , not Sparrowes : on my modest cheekes , No witching smiles doe dwell : vpon my tongue No vnchast language lies : my Skins not spotted With foule disease , as is that common harlot , That baseborne trueth , that liues in Babylon . Pla. Why ? is shee spotted ? Tru. All ouer , with strange vglines , all ouer , Pla.

Then she has got the pox , and lying at my host Gryncums , since I left her company : how soeuer it be thou and I will liue honest togither in one house , because my court mistris will haue it so : I haue beene a Trauailer a great while , plaine dealing hath lept from country to country , till he had scarce a paire of soales to carrie him .

Tru. Why ? in what Countries haue you beene ? Pla.

In more then I had mind to stay in ; I haue beene amongst the Turkes too , the Turkes made as much of poore plaine dealing , as those whom we call Christians .

Tru. What man is that great Turke ? I neuer saw him : Par.

Nor euer shalt : why the great Turke is a very little fellow ; I haue seene a scuruy little bad paltry Christian , has beene taken for the greatest Turke there .

Tru. Where had you bin , when now you met with me . Plain .

Looking vp and downe for thy selfe : and yet I lie too , now I remember , I was in the citie : our mistresse would needes haue me goe thither , to see fashions : I could make an excellent Taylor for Ladies and gentlemen , and fooles , for I haue seene more fashions there , then a picture drawer makes skuruy faces , the first two yeares of his trade : it s the maddest circle to coniure in , that euer raiz'd spirit .

Truth . Tell me good kinsman , what in the citie saw you ? Plain .

What did I see ? why I le tell the cozen ; I sawe no more conscience in most of your rich men , then in Tauerne faggots : nor no more sobernes in poore men , then in Tauerne spiggots : I see that citizens fine wiues vndo their husbands ( by their pride ) within a yeare after they are married ; and within halfe a yeare after they be widdowes , knights vndo them : they 'le giue a 100. pound to be dubd ladies , and to ride in a coach , when they haue scarce another hundred pound left to keep the horses . But cozen Truth , I met in one street a number of men in gowns , with papers in their hands , what are all those ?

Truth . Oh! they are the sonnes of Iustice ; they are those . That beat the kingdom leuell , keep it smooth And without rubs : they are the poore mans captaine , The rich mans souldier , and cal'd Lawiers . Plain . Lawiers ? doest know any of them ? Truth . A few . Plain .

I wondred what they were , I asked one of them if they were going to foot-ball , yes said he , doe you not see those countrey fellowes , we are against them ; and who do you thinke shall winne , said I , oh said he , the gownes , the gownes .

Enter Time . Time . Follow me Truth ; Plaine dealing follow me . Exit Plain .

He charges like a Constable ; come , wee are his watch : follow me ? Is our Time mad ?

O braue mad Time . Exeunt .

Dumbshew . A caue suddenly breakes open , and out of it comes Falshood , ( attir'd as Truth is ) her face spotted , shee stickes vp her banner on the top of the Caue ; then with her foot in seuerall places strikes the earth , and vp riseth Campeius ; a Frier with a boxe : a gentleman with a drawn sword , another with rich gloues in a boxe , another with a bridle , Time , Truth with her banner , and Plain dealing enter & stand aloofe beholding all .

Time . See there 's the Caue , where that Hyena lurkes , That counterfets thy voyce , and calles forth men To their destruction . Plain .

How full of the small poxe shee is , what ayles shee to stamp thus ? is the whore mad ? how now ? Yea do you rise before Doomes day ; father Time , what conduit-pipes are these , that breake out of the earth thus ?

Time . The conduit-heads of treason , which conuey Conspiracies , scandals , & ciuill discord , Massacres , poysonings , wrackes of faith and fealtie Through Fairies hearts , to turne them into elues : See Truth , see sonne , the snake slips off his skinne , A scholler makes a ruffian . Plain . Now must that ruffian cuffe the scholler , if I were as he . Time . And see , that shape which earst shew'd reuerend , And wo●…e , the outward badge of sanctitie , Is cloath'd in garments of hypocrisie . Plaine . See , see , father , he ha's a iacke in a boxe : what s that ? Time . A wild beast , a mad bull , a bull that roares , To fright allegiance from true subiects bosoms ; That Bull must bellow , at the Flamins gate : His gate , that tends the flockes of all those sheep , That graze in the fatst pasture of the land , Beeing all inclos'd : that bull will on his backe Beare all . Plain . Whither ? whither ? Time . To hell : t is said to heauen That will but sit him , till with hoofe or horne , He goare the annointed Fairie . Plain .

Such Bulls haue I seene sent out of Babylon , to runne at people : I should once haue rid vpon one of them , but he that beg'd my office , broke his necke by the bargaine , and sau'd me a labour : what s he with the sword , a master of the noble Science ?

Truth . A noble villaine : see , he pulls down heauen With imprecations , if that blade he sheath not , In our sweet mistresse breast . ( villaine ? Plain . O rogue ! what good cloathes hee weares , and yet is a Time . I , doe : clap hands vpon 't , that poysoned gloue , Shall strike thee dead to death , with the strong sent Of thy discouered treason . Plain . What s that horse-courser with the bridle ? Time . A slaue , that since he dares not touch her head , Would worke vpon her hand : — laugh and conspire ; The higher villaines climbe , they fall the higher . Plain .

Stay father , now the Armie comes forward : shee takes downe the flagge , belike their play is done ; what will shee beare the collours ? thou hast collour enough in thy face already , thou needst no more : did ye euer see a more lowsie band ? there 's but two rapiers in the whole regiment : now they muster , now they double their files : marke how their hands juggle , and lay about ; this is the maine battell : O well florisht Ancient ! the day is their's ; see , now they sound retrait : whither march they now ?

Exeunt Tim. To death ; their falles , thus Time and Truth proclaime , They shall like leaues-drop from the Tree of shame . Let s follow them . Plain .

To the gallowes ? not I ; what doe we know , but this freckled face queane , may be a witch .

Time . Shee is so ; shee 's that damned sorceresse , That keepes the inchanted towers of Babylon . This is the Truth , that did bewitch thee once . Plain . Is this speckled toade shee ? Shee was then in mine eye , The goodliest woman that euer wore fore part of Sattin :

To see what these female creatures are , when they deale with 2. or 3. Nations ; how quickly they were carbuncles & rich stones ? now shee is more vgly then a bawd .

Yruth. Shee look'd so then ; fairenes it selfe doth cloth her In mens eyes , till they see me , and then they loath her . Time . Loose no more minutes , come , le ts follow them . Plain .

With hue and crie , now I know her : this villanous drab is bawd , now I remember , to the Whore of Babylon ; and wee le neuer leaue her , till shee be carted : her face is full of those red pimples with drinking Aquauite , the common drinke of all bawdes : come .

Exeunt . Titania , Elfiron , Florimel , a gentleman standing aloofe , and Ropus . Titan. What comes this paper for ? Fid. Your hand . Titan. The cause ? Fidel. The Moone that from your beames did borrow light , Hath from her siluer bow shot pitchy clowds T'ecclipse your brightnes : heauen tooke your part , And her surpriz'd ; A jurie of bright starres , Haue her vnworthy found to shine agen : Your Fairies therefore on their knees intreat , Shee may be puld out from the firmament , Where shee was plac'd to glitter . Titan. Must we then , Strike those whom we haue lou'd ? albeit the children , Whom we haue nourisht at our princely breast , Set daggers to it , we could be content To chide , not beat them ( might we vse our will , ) Our hand was made to saue , but not to kill . Flor. You must not ( cause hee 's noble ) spare his blood . Titan. We should not , for hee 's noble that is good . Fid. The fall of one , like multitudes on yee , Makes all the rest , ( of footing ) be more nyce : But if by ventring on that glassie floore Too farre , he sinks , and yet rise with no more harme , Ten thousand to like danger it doth arme : All mercy in a Prince , makes vile the state , All justice makes euen cowards desperate . Titan. In neither of these seas , spread we our sayles , But are the impartiall beame between both scales ; Yet if we needs must bow , we would incline To that where mercy lies , that scale's diuine : But so to saue were our owne breast to wound , Nay ( which is more ) our peoples : for their good , We must the Surgeon play , and let out blood . Euery Peeres birth stickes a new starre in heauen , But falling by Luciferan insolence , With him a Constellation drops from thence . Giue me his Axe — how soon the blow is giuen ? writes Witnesse : so little we in blood delight , That doing this worke , we wish we could not write . Let 's walke my Lords . Florimel ? Flor. Madame . Titan. Stay : Not one arm'd man amongst vs ? you might now Be all old-beaten souldiers : truth I thanke ye ; If I were now a jewel worth the stealing , Two theeues might bind you all . Omn. With much adoe . Tita. I marry I commend yon gentleman . Pray Sir come neere , looke you hee 's well prouided For all rough wethers : Sir , you way be proud , That you can giue armes better than these Lords , I thanke you yet , that if a storme should fall , We could make you our shelter . A good sword ? This would goe through stich ; had I heart to kill I 'de wish no better weapon ; but our dayes Of quarreling are past ; Shall we put vp Sir , We ha put vp wrongs ere now , but this is right , Nay we are not falling yet , Flor. It did vs good To see how your Maiestick presence dawnted The silly gentleman . Tita. The sillie gentleman ! Fid. He knew not how to stand , nor what to speak , Tita. The silly gentleman ? know you him Lords ? Where is hee ? Flor. Gotten hence poore wretch with shame . Tita. That wretch hath sworne to kill me with that Omn. How ? ( sword , Fid. The traytor . Flor. Locke the Court gates . Omn. Guard her person . Exeunt omnes . Tita. You guard it well . Alacke ! when louers wooe , An extreame ioy and feare , them so apall , That ouer much loue , shewes no loue at all . Zeale sometimes-ouer-does her part-It's right — When the frais done , Cowards crie wher s the Flight . Pentioners . Florimell Flor. The wolfes in his own snare : O damned slaue ! I had like to ha made his heart my ponyards graue . How got you to this knowledge ? — blessed heauen ! Tita. It came vnto me strangely : from a window , Mine eyes tooke marke of him ; that he would shoot T wa's told me , and I tried if he durst doo 't . Is Ropus here , our Doctor ? Rop. Gratious Lady . You haue a lucky hand since you were ours , It quickens our tast well ; fill vs of that You last did minister : a draught , no more , And giue it fire , euen Doctor how thou wilt . Rop : I made a new extraction , you shall neuer Rellish the like . Tyta : Why , shall that be my last ? Ro: Oh my deere Mistres ! Exit Ropus . Enter Parthenophill . Tyta. Go , go , I dare sware thou lou'st my very heart . Parth : This scaly Serpent Is throwne ( as he deserues ) vpon the Sword Of Iustice ; and to make these tydings twinnes , I bring this happy newes , Campeius , ( A Snake that in my bosome once I warm'd : ) The man for whome — . Tyta : Oh , wee remember him . Parth : This Owle , that did not loue your sacred light , Stole or'e the Seas by darknes , and was held In Babilon a bird of noble flight : They tourn'd him to a Goshawke , fether'd him Arm'd him with tallents , & then gaue him bels , And hither charg'd him fly , he did : and soar'd O're all your goodlyest woods , and thickest groues , Inticing birdes that had the skill in song , To learne harsh notes : and those that fail'd in voice , He taught to pecke the tender blossomes off , To spoyle the leauy trees , and with sharpe bils To mangle all the Golden eares of corne . But now hee 's tan'e . Tyta : Good sheapheards ought not care , How many foxes fall into the Snare . Enter Elfyron . Elf : Your ciuill Doctor , Doctor Paridell Casts Anchor on your shores againe , being freighted With a good venture , which he saies , your selfe Must onely haue the sight of . Exit . Tyta : Bring him hither : Lord Florimell , pray call Fideli to vs. Florimell , Fideli , Ropus . Tyta : Sure 't is too hot . Fid: On roague ! Tyta : Set it to coole , Fid. Hell and damnation , Diuels , Flor : What 's that ? Fid: The damned'st treason ! Dog : you whorsen dog ; O blessed mayd : let not the toad come neere her : What 's this ? If 't be his brewing , touch it not — For 't is a drench to kill the strongest Deuill , That 's Druncke all day with brimstone : come sucke , Weezell , Sucke your owne teat , you — pray ; Thou art preseru'd . Tyta : From what ? From whome ? Fid: Looke to that Glister-pipe : One crowne doe's serue thy tourne , but heere 's a theefe , That must haue 50000. crownes to steale Thy life : Here 't is in blacke and white — thy life , Sirra thou Vrinall , Tynoco , Gama , Andrada , and Ibarra , names of Diuels , Or names to fetch vp Diuels : thou knowest these Scar-crowes . Rop : Oh mee ! O mercy , mercy ! I confesse . Fid: Well sayd , thou shalt be hang'd then . Tyta : Haue we for this Shee reades the letter , Heap'd fauours on thee . Enter Gard. Fid: Heape halters on him : call the Guard : out polecat : He smels , thy conscience stincks Doctor goe purge Thy soule , for 't is diseas'd . Away with Ropus . Omu . Away with him : foh . Rop : Here my tale but out . Fid: Ther 's too muchout already . Fid: Oh me accursed ! and most miserable . Exit with Guard . Tyta : Goodnes of vertue ! is my bloud so sweet , That they would pay so deere for 't Fid: To sucke Lambes , What would not Wolues doe , he that this paper writte , Had neuer meaning we should finger it . Tyta : Our a mercy makes them cruell , hunt out these Leopards : Their own spots will betray them : they build caues Euen in our parkes : to them , him ; and the rest , Let death be sent , but sent in such a shape , As may not be too frightfull . Alacke ! what glorie Is it to buffet wretches bound in giues ? The debt is derely paid that 's payd with liues Oh! leaue vs all . Enter Elfiron and Paridell . Fid: More Doctors ! if this doe As well as tother , best to hang him too . Exeunt Tytania , Paridell . Tyta : Florimell ! Stay , But giue vs liberty . Pari : This is the blessed day for which ( through want Of those bright rayes that sparkle from your eyes ) My frozen soule hath languish'd Goddesse compleate , If you , a wretch so meane , will bid to speake , I shall vnclaspe a booke whose very first line , ( Being not well pointed ) is my doome to death : But if your sacred iudgement ( on the Margine , ) Controwle all wresting comments , All your subiects Will fold me in their bosomes . Tyta : Giue your minde . Par: A Pilgrim haue I been on forren shores , ( Your gracious hand allow'd it ) in my wandring , With Monsters I encountred of straunge shape , Some that suckt poyson vp , and spet it foorth , Vpon your land : some , that shot forked stinges , At your most God-like person : all were Gyants , Fighting against the heauen of your blest raigne : With these ( oh pardon me ! ) with these I held A polliticke league , the lines of all their treasons , ( Drawne from one damned circle ) met in mee , My heart became the Center , and the point Was this — I dare not tell it . Tyta : Speake ? Peri : To kill you . Tyta : How durst you ( being our subiect ) wade so far ? Par: Your eare of mercy . I became a spunge To drincke vp all their mischiefe , and lay drown'd In their infected waters , ( with much loathing , ) Onely that I before you might wring out This their corruption , and my selfe make cleere . And now ( immortall maid ) i 'me not vnlike A casket wherein papers stuft with danger , Haue close beene lockt , but those tane out , the chest Serues to good vse , so may my loyall brest : For from their flintie hearts what sparkes I got , Were but to fire themselues . Tyta. I praise your plotte , You make vs now your debter , but a day Will come , when we shal pay . My Lord , we want your Arme. Pary : Vmh ! I feare — Tyta : Doctor , wee le haue ( Sir ) other Dialogues . Exeunt . Pary : O shallow foole , thou hast thy selfe vndone , Shee s hardned and thou melted at one sunne . Exit . Enter Como , and the three Kings : Como . Our eyes haue lusted for you , and your presence Comes as the light to day , showers to the spring , Or health to sicke men . 3. King . Thankes most reuerend Fathers . 1. King . Our bloud ranne all to water , yea our soules Stroue all ( at once ) t' expire , ( when it was blowne Hither from Faiery land , that all the darts Which ours heere , and your arme deliuered there , Fell either short , or lighted vpon yce ) Lest you had lost bloud in the enterprize . 3. King . No , I weare stronger Armour : gamester-like I sawe the dogges brought forth ; and set them on , Till the Diuell parted them ; but pluckt off none , I kept aloose out of the reach of pawes : Better to fight with Lions then with lawes . What drummes are these ? 2. King . Musicke of heauen . Como . The dancers reuell in steele . 1. King . These march to fill our Fleete . 3. King . From whence wee le match with prowd victorious feete , And walke on Fayeries hearts , their beaten waies With their owne heades wee le paue , whilst ours with bayes , And oake ( the conquering souldiers wreath ) we crowne : These hookes , or none , must pull their Cities downe , Inuasion is the fire : See , See , i' th Ayre Angels hang beckoning vs to make more haste , Vengeance deferd growes weake , and runnes to waste . What 's this ? — Enter a Herrald before one : sounds once , and staies . Como . Ere we take ship , we must to Court . Omn. A vay . 3. King . In thunder : t is the souldiers sport . Exeunt . The Herrald reades . Herald .

It is the Imperiall pleasure , decree , peremptory edict , and dreadfull command ( vpon paine of a curse to be denounced vpon him that is disobedient ) from her who hath power giuen her to make the backes of stubborne Kings her foote-stooles , and Emperours her vassales : the mother of Nations ; the triple-crowned head of the world ; the purple-rider of the glorious beast ; the most high , most supreame , and most adored Empresse of Babilon ; that no Captaine Generals of Armies , Generals of Squadrons , Admirals , Colonels , Captaines , or any other Officers of her magnificent , incomparable , formidable , and inuincible Armada , which is ordayned to swallow vp the kingdome of Faiery , shall presume to set one foote on ship-bord , till her sacred hand hath blessed the enterprize by sealing them all on the forhead , and by bowing their knees before the Beast . Sound , goe on .

Exeunt . Dumb shew : Empresse on the Beast . Emp. Feeles the base earth our weight ? is t common Aire We suck in and respire ? doe seruile clowdes , ( Whose azure winges spread ouer graues and tombes ) Our glorious body circumvolue ? dare night Cast her black nets into dayes cristall streames , To draw vp darknesse on our golden beames : And vs t'ecclipse , why is not Babilon In a contorted chaire made all of starres , Wound vp by wheeles as high , nay boue the thrones Supernall , which with Ioues owne seate stand euen , That we might ride heere as the Queene of heauen . And with a spurne from our controwling foote , That should like thunder shake th' etheriall floore , Of life and heauen them both ot once bereaue , That thither vp dare clime vithout our leaue . Com. You doe : you ride there now this is your Sphere , Earth is all one with heauen when you are heere . 3. King . Yet ther 's a hell on earth or if nothell , Diuels there are or worse then Diuels , that roare onely at you . Emp. At vs ? what , dare they roare ? 3. King . Your pardon , and i le tell it . Emp. Tell : We feare , no spots , the orbe we shine in is so cleere . 3. King . Thus then : the Faiery Adders hisse : they call you The superstitious Harlot : purple whore : The whore that rides on the rose-coloured beast : The great whore , that on many waters sitteth , Which they call many Nations : whilst their Kings , Are slaues to sate your lust , and that their bloud , ( When with them you haue done ) serues as a floud , For you to drinke or swimme in . Omn. O prophane ! Emp. Goe on : the searching small wounds is no paine . 3. King . These cowards thus when your back 's turnd ( that strike ) Follow theirblowe and sweare , that where you claime , Supremacie monarchall ouer Kings , T is but your tiranous pride , and not your due . Emp. But what your selues giue , what haue we from you ? You say we are your mother , and if so , Must not sonnes kneele ? they pay but what they owe . 3. King . They say the robes of purple which you weare , Your scarlet veiles , and mantles are not giuen you As types of honour and regality , But dyed so deepe with bloud vpon them spilt , And that ( all or'e ) y' are with red murder gilt : The drinke euen in that golden cup , they sweare Is wine sophisticated , that does runne Low on the lees of error , which in taste , Is sweete and like the neate and holsome iuyce Of the true grape , but t is ranke poyson downe . Omn. Haue we not all it tasted ? Emp. Nay , vtter all . Out of their lips you see flowes naught but gall . 3. King . What can my breath doe more , to blast your cheekes , And leaue them glowing as red gads of steele ? My tongue 's already blistred sounding this , Yet must I whisper to your sacred eare : That on your brow ( they say ) is writ a name In letters misticall , which they interpret Confusion , by great Babylon they meane . The Citie of Confusion . Emp. View our forhead ? Where are we printed with such Characters ? Point out these markes : Which of you all can lay A finger on that Moale that markes our face ? 2. King . They say you can throw mists before our eyes , To make vs thinke you faire . Omn. Damnd blasphemies . Com. You shall with rods of iron scourge these treasons . 1. King . The Mace is in your hand , grinde them to dust . 2. King . And let your blowes be sound . 3. King . For they are iust . Emp. Let s heare with what lowde throats our thunder speakes , Repeate our vengeance o're , which to beate Kings Must now flie o're the seas with linnen winges . Com. Our Galeons , Galeasses , Zabraes , Gallies , Ships , Pynaces , Pataches , huge Caruiles , For number , rib and belly are so great , That should they want a Sea neere Faiery land Of depth to beare them vp , they in their wombs Might swim with a sea thither : here are breifes Of your imperiall Armies . Emp. Reade them lowde : Thunder ner'e speakes , but the voice crackes a clowde . Com. In the first Squadron twelue great Galeons : Floate like twelue moouing Castles : Zabraes two . Habilimented gloriously for warre , With Souldiers , Seamen , shot , and ordinance : This Squadron stout Medyna does command : Who of the maine is Captaine Generall . The second Squadron braue Ricalde leades , Being Admirall to fouretene Galleons . Flores de Ualdes guides , the third , the fourth Followes the silken streamers of the haughty Pedro de Valdes that tryed warriour . Oquendo in the fift front cries a Charge . Bretandona bringes vp the Leuantines With his sixt Squadron : Gomes de Medyna Waftes vp the seauenth like the God of warre , The eighth obayes Mendoza : and the ninth Fierce Vgo de Montada : all these Squadrons , For vessell , numbred are one hundred thirtie , The sight of Souldiers , Marriners , and Slaues Twentie nine thousand , eight hundred thirtie three . Peeces of brasse for battery these , Six hundred thirtie : adde to these Gallions Twentie Caruiles , and Saluees ten : which make The whole Armada , eightscore lustie saile . Add to all these your Generals of Armies , Your Captaines , Ensigne bearers , ( which in role , Are eightscore and eleauen ) the Voluntaries , With officers and seruants , then the Regiments That are in pay : to these , all men of orders , All ministers of iustice : and to these Supplies of forces that must second vs , And last that host of starres which from the Moone Will fall to guide vs on : these totald vp , You shal a hundred thowsand swordes behold Brandish't at once , whose — standes Men will seeme borne with weapons in their handes . Emp. Goe : cut the falt some with your mooned keeles , And let our Galeons feele euen child-birth panges , Till their great bellies be deliuered On the soft Faiery shoares : captiue their Queene , That we may thus take oft her crowne , whilst she Kneeles to these glorious wonders , or be trampled To death for her contempt : burne , batter , kill , Blow vp , pull downe , ruine all , let not white haires , Nor red cheekes blunt your wrath , snatch babes from brests , And when they crie for milke , let them sucke bloud , Turne all their fieldes to lakes of gellyed goare , That Sea-men one day sayling by the land May say , there Faiery kingdome once did stand . Omn. They shall . 3. King : Tis done already . Emp : To be sure You all are ours , bow and adore the beast ; On whome we ride . Omn. We fall beneath his feete . Emp : Be blest , obedience is in sonnes most sweete , O strange , to you he stoopes as you before him , Humility , he bowes whilst you adore him : To kindle lustie fires in all your bloud , A health to all , and as our cup goes rownd , Draw neere , wee le marke you for our chosen flocke , Who buildes on heartes confirmd , buildes on a rocke : The seale of heauen ! who on their foreheads weare it , We choose for counsaile : on their hands who beare it , We marke for Action : Heere , a health to all . Omn. Braue health ! to pledge it , see Kings prostrate fall . Kneele . Emp : On : All : On : 3. King . Sing warre thy lowd and loftiest notes . We winne ; our ships meete none but fisher-boates . Exeunt . Enter Paridell and his kinsman . Pari : What if I shewe you a foundation , Firme as earthes fixed Center ? a strong warrant , To strike the head off , an In unction That bids me doo 't : A dispensation For what I doe : A pardon sign'd , that giues Indulgence plenaris , and full remission ( For any criminall breach of the highest Law ) After 't is done : nay more , a voice as cleere As that of Angels , which proclaimes the act , Good , honourable , meritorious , Lawfull , and pyous , what if I shew you this ? Cox : Come , come , you cannot , then let riotous heires beg pattents to kill fathers : graunt but this Murder may be a faire Monopoly , And Princes stab'd by Acts of parliament : Who i's t dare that thing meritorious call , Which feindes themselues count diabolicall ? Pari : Your coldnes makes me wonder : why should you ronne vp to 'th necke , from drowning to saue her , That treades vpon your head ; your throat , to sincke you ? Coz : Say you should wound me ; should I ( in reuenge ) Murder my selfe ? for what can be the close But death , dishonour ; yea , damnation To an act so base , nay so impossible . Pari : Impossible ; the parting of the ayre , Is not more easy : looke vpon the Court , Through narrowe sights , and shee s the fairest marke , And soonest hit of any : like the Turke Shee walkes not with a Ianisarie — Guard , Nor ( as the Russiam with fowle-big-boand slaues , Strutting on each side with the slicing Axe , Like to a payre of hangmen : no , alas : Her Courts of Guard are Ladies , & sometimes ) Shee 's in the garden with as small a trayne , As is the Sun in heauen : and our Accesse , May then as easy be as that of Clyents , To Lawyers out of terme — time . Coz : Grant all this : Nay , say the blow were giuen : how would you scape ? Pari : Oh sir , by water . — Coz : I but. — Pari : Nay , good cozen . — Crz : You leape as short at safety , as at starre : s By water : why the gates will all be lockt , Wayters you must haue-none . Pari : Heare me . Coz : Heare me , You must not haue a man , and if you kill With powder , ayre betrayes you . Pari : Powder ! no sir , my dagge shall be my dagger : Good sweete Cozen marke but how smooth My pathes are : looke you sir. Cox : I haue thought vpon a course . Pari : Nay , nay , heare mine , You are my marke , suppose you are my marke , My leuell is thus lowe , but er'e I rise , My hand 's got vp thus hie : the deere being strucke , The heard that stand about so frighted are , I shall haue leaue to scape , as does a pirate , Who hauing made a shot through one more strong , All in that ship runne to make good the breach , Whilst th' other sailes away . How like you this ? Cox : As I like paper harnesse . Pari : Ha , well , pawse then : This bow shall stand vnbent , and not an arrow Be shot at her vntill we take our ayme In S. Iagoes parke ; a rare , rare Altar ! The fitt'st to sacrifize her bloud vpon : It shall be there : in S. Iagoes parke : Ha coz ! it shall be there : in the meane time , We may keepe followers ( nine or ten a peece ) Without suspition : numbers may worke wonders ; The storme being sudden too : for were the guard A hundred strong about her , looke you sir , All of vs well appoynted — Case of dags To each man , see you ? you shoote there , we heere , Vnlesse some spirits put the bullets by , Ther 's no escape for her : say the dags faile , Then to our swordes . — Come , ther 's no mettle in you . Cox : No mettle in me ? would your warres were honest , I quickly would finde Armour : what 's the goade So sharpe , that makes you wildely thus to runne Vpon your certaine ruine ? Pari : Goad ? sharp ponyards , Why should I spare her bloud ? Coz : She gaue you yours . Pari : To ha tan'e it had bin tyrany , her owne lips Confest I strucke her lawes not hard : I ha spent My youth , and meanes in seruing her : what reape I ? Wounds ( discontents ) what giues she me ? good words ( Sweet meates that rotte the eater : ) why , last day I did but begge of her the maistership Of Santa Cataryna , t was denied me . Coz : She keepes you to a better . Pari : I tush , that s not all : My bonds are yonder seald ; And she must fall . Coz : Well coz , i le hence . Pari : When shall I see you ? Coz : Hah . Soone : very soone : sooner than you expect , Let me but breath , and what I meane to doe , I shall resolue you . Pari : Fare you well , Coz : Adue . — Exit . Tytania , Elfyron , Parthenophil , Parydel , Florimell . Flor. Newes ; thundring newes sweete Lady : Enuy , Ambition , Theft sactilegious , and base treason , lay Their heads and handes togither , at one pull To heaue you from your throne : that mannish woman-Diuell , That lustfull bloudie Queene of Babylon , Hath ( as we gather ripe intelligence ) Rigd an A●…d fleete , which euen now beates the waues , Boasting to make their wombes our Cities graues . Tyta. Let it come on : our Generall leades aboue them , Earth-quakes may kingdomes mooue , but not remooue them , Fideli . Fid. He yonder , he that playes the fiend at sea , The little Captaine that 's made all of fire , Sweares ( Flemming-like ) by twenty thousand Diuels , If our tongues walke thus , and our feete stand still , So many huge ships neere our coasts are come , An Oyster-boate of ours will scarce finde roome . He sweares the windes haue got the sailes with childe , With such big bellies , all the linnen 's gone , To finde them linnen and in Babylon , That ther 's not one ragge left , Tyta. Why swels this fleete ? Fid. Thus they giue out , that you sent forth a Drake , Which from their riuers beate their water-fowle , Tore siluer feathers from their fairest Swannes , And pluckt the Halcions winges that roue at sea , And made their wilde-duckes vnder-water diue , So long , that some neuer came vp aliue . This Sea-pie Babylon , her bug Beare calles , For when her bastards cry , let the nurse cry But this , the Drake comes , they hush presently , For him thei 'le cudgell vs : will you ha the troth ? That scarlet-whore is thirstie and no bloud , But yours , and ours ( sweete maide ) can doe her good . Tyta. That drake shal out againe : to counsel Lords . Fid. Come , come , short counsell : better get long swordes . Flor. Good Lady dread not you , what ere befall . Fid. Weel 'e die first , yours is the last funeral : away , away , away . Omn. Posts , posts , cal messengers , posts with al speed . Exeunt . Tyta. How ? feare ? why should white bosomes . Feare a Tyrants Arme ? Tyrants may kill vs , but not doe vs harme . Are we your prisoners that you garde vs thus ? Exeunt . Stay , And you too , we are alone : when last Manet Paridell . We entertaynd your speech ( as we remember ) Close traines and dangerous you did discouer To fire which you were praid . Pari. I was . Tyta. And yeelded . Albeit it were against our life . Pari. Most true : — my reasons . — Tyta. We forget them not : at that time Here was but one , ( true ) but one counceller , Who stood aloofe , heard nothing ; and though abloud Of courser veines then ours , would haue beene stird Into a sea tempestuous to boyle vp , And drowne the Pilate that durst saile so farre , Yet of our princely grace ( tho t was not sitte , Nor stood with wisdome ) did we silence it . These heaped fauours , notwithstanding ( Doctor ) T is in our eare : the hammers lie not still , But that new clubs of iron are forging now , To bruise our bones , and that your selfe doe knowe , The very Anuile where they worke . Pari. I. Tyta. Heare vs , because t is thought some of those worser spirits , And most malignant that at midnight rise To blast our Faiery circles by the Moone , Are your Familiars . Pari : Madam . Tyta : Sir anone . Thee therefore I coniure ( if not by faith , Oathed allegeance , nor thy conscience , Perhaps this ranckling vlcerateth them ) Yet by thy hopes of blisse , tell , and tell true , Who i's t must let vs bloud ? Pary : O vnhappie man ; That thou shouldst breathe thus long : mirrour of women , I open now my brest euen to the heart , My very soule pants on my lips : none , none , I know of none . Tyta. Well ; none : rise and take heede , They are no common droppes when Princes bleede . What houre is this ? does not my larum strike ? This watch goes false . Pari : This watch goes true . Tyta : All 's naught . — what houre is this ? Pari. Thy last houre , O heauens , furder The worke you haue begun : where art thou heart ? Tyta : Oh we see 't : Doctor wind vp the wheele , t is downe , Pari : T is downe . Tita : How now ? what strucke thee downe ? thy lookes are wildes Why was thine armed hand reard to his height ? What blacke worke art thou doing ? Pari. Of damnation vpon my selfe ; Tita . How ? Pari : Your wordes haue split my heart in thowsand shiuers , Heere , heere that stickes which I feare will not out Better to die than liue suspected . Had not your bright eyes Turnd backe vpon me , I had long ere this Layen at your feete a bloudie sacrifice . Tyta. Staind Altars please not vs : why doest thou weepe ? Thou mak'st my good thoughts of thee now declyne , Who loues not his owne bloud , will ne're spare mine , Why doest thou weepe ? Pari. When on your face I looke , Me thinkes I see those Vertues drawne aliue Which did in Elfilyne the seauenth suruiue , ( Your fathers father , and your grandfather , ) And then that you should take me for a serpent Gnawing the branches of that glorious tree , The griefe melts euen my soule , O pardon me . Tita. Contract thy spirits togither , be compos'd ; Take a full man into thee , for beholde All these blacke clowdes we cleere : looke vp , t is day , The sunne shines on thee still : wee 'le reade : away — Pari. O machlesse ; i m'e all poyson , and yet she . Tutnes all to goodnes by wise tempering me . Goes off . Tita. If thou prou'st copper — well ; this makes vs strong As towers of slint , All traytors are but waues , That beate at rockes , their owne blowes digge their graues . Paridell manet . Pari. For not dooing am I damde : how are my spirits Halde , tortured , and growne wilde ? on leaues eternall Vowes haue I writ so deepe , so bound them vp , So texted them in characters capitall , I cannot race them but I blot my name Out of the booke of sence : mine oath stands filde On your court-roles , Then keepe it , vp to heauen Thy ladder's but thus hie : courage , to kill Ten men I should not freeze thus : yet her murder Cannot be named bloud-shed , for her Faieries Are all of faith , and fealty assoyled The balme that her annoynted is washt off , Her crowne is now not hers ; vpon the paine Of a blacke curse , no more must I obey her , I climbe to heauen by this , climbe then and slay her . Tyta. Atyrants strange , but iust end ! — Reades . Ran mad for sloepe , and died Princes that plunge Their soules in ranke and godlesse appetites Must seeke no rest but in the armes of Sprites . Pa. Nothing to read ? that ( if my nerues should shrink And make mine arme reuolt ) I might haue colour To vsurp this walke of hers : what s this ? see , see An Angel thrusts this iron into my hand , My warrant signd from Babylon to kill her , Endorsed , the last will of Paridell . — Reade . * * The very wordes of Cardinal Co●… bi●… letter sent to parry . Le concede sua Benedictione , plenaria indulgenza , Eo remissione di tutti li peccati — tutti li peccati — All , all my sinnes are paid off , paying this , T is done , t is done , All you blest powers I charme , Now , now , knit all your sinewes to this arme . As he offers to stop to her , he staies sodainly , vpon the approch of Fidely , Florimel , Parthenophil , Elfiron , the Ladies , a Guard , and the Doctors Cozen. Omn. You haproou'd your selfe a loyall gentleman . Fid. The hand of Angels guide vs : Shee s not heere , The Queen 's kild ; treason : Wenches , raise the Court . Omn. Walke seuerall waies first . Fid. Waies ; shee s murdered : treason . Tyt. Treason ; asword . What traytor dare ? who ? where ? Flo. A guard the damned serpent , see , lurkes heere . Fid. Sure heere s some nest they breed in paw him fast , This Woolfe , this Yeade ( marke , he swelles red with poyson , ) This learned knaue is swome to murder thee . Pari. I defie any man that speakes it . Fid. Hah : — defie this noble , honest gentleman , Defie him , he shal spit into thy face , Thy beard scald 〈◊〉 , Pari. And doest thou betray 〈◊〉 Sui●… thou so ? Cex. And will seall my speech with bloud . Pari. My no against his yea ; My no his good . Fid. Better , his yeas goe naked , and your noes Very well clothd : off , 〈◊〉 , truth naked goes And here s his naked truth . Shewes his drawne dagger . Tyta. Againe . Pari. Oh me ; — now nothing but your mercy me can saue . Tita. It must not : Princes that would safely liue , May grieue at traytors falles but not forgiue . Let him be sommond to the barre of shame . Pari. T is welcome , a blacke life , ends in black fame , Exit . Omn. Away with him . Parth. Now to the busines , We haue one foote . Fid. I , I , looke to the head . The hangman cures those members . Tita. What is done ? Flor. This ( sacred Lady : ) we with either hand Haue raisde an Armie both by sea and land . Your goodly ships beare the most royall freight , That the world owes ( true hearts ) their wombes are ful , Of noble spirits , each man in his face Shewes a Kings daunting looke , the souldiers stand So thickly on the decke , so brauely plum'd , ( The Silken streamers wauing ore their heades ) That ( seeing them ) you would iudge t were Pentecost , And that the iollie youngsters of your townes , Had flockt togither in gay multitudes , For May-games , and for summer merriments , They looke so cheerely : in such little roome So many Faieries neuer dwelt at once , Neuer so many men were borne so soone , The drum that gaue the call , could not be heard For iustling armours : er'e the call was done , It was so ringd about with groues of pikes , That when they brake on both sides to giue way , The beating of the drum was thunders noise , Whilst coates of steele clasht so on coates of steele , Helmets on helmets that they strucke out fire , Which shewd like lightning , or those flames that flie From the huge Cyclops-hammer , when they sweate To forge Ioues thunder : And in such a heate With quicknes rush they armed forth , captaines swore , Harnesse was sure the cloathes they daily wore . Men faster came to fight then to a feast . Fid. Nay , women sued to vs they might be prest . Parth : Old grandams that on crutches beare vp age , Full nimbly buckled Armours on their sonnes , And when t was on , she clapt him on his backe , And spake thus , runne my boye , fight till th' art dead , Thy bloud can neuer be more brauely shed . Tita : How are the numbers you haue leuied ? Fid: What your sea-forces are , this briefe doth speak . Elf. We haue rais'd double walls to fence your land . The one the bodie of a standing Camp , Whose tents by this are pitcht in Beria , On the shores point , to barre the foe from footing . Tita : Ouer that Camp at Beria * * Tilbury . we create Your Florimell Lieuetenant Generall ; Elf : The other is to guarde your royall person . Tita : Whose charge is yours : the sea Fideli , yours . Elf : The standing camp of horsemen and of foote , These numbers fill . Launces 253. Horsemen 769. Footemen 22000. The mouing Army , which attends on you , Is thus made vp : of horsmen & of foote , Launcers 481. Light horse-men 1421. Footemen 34050. Tita : We do not raise our hopes on points of speares , A handfull is an host , in a good fight , Lambes may beate Lions in a warre not right . The Generall of all armies be our leader , Be full of courage Lordes as y' are in yeares . For this be sure wee le not out-liue our peeres . Fid. Wee le al liue , but wil first haue them bi' th eares . Tyta. Goe on , your conduct be the prosperous hand , Make you the sea good , wee le not loose the land . Your Queene will to the field , It shall be said , Once souldiers to their Captaine had a Maide . Exeunt . Truth and Plaine-dealing leading souldiers with drums and colours , Time meeting them . Time : You sweate well in this haruest . Plai . Nay , when we come to binde vp the whore of Babilons Punckes and Pynaces in sheaues , wee le sweate worse . Time , Haue you bestowed the other handes ? Tru : I haue . Time , Incorporate this to you then : t is the mandate Of your Liefetenant Generall . You fight In your great Faieries quarrell , and Truthes right , Stand therefore too 't . Uolu : I will haue no woundes on my shoulders , I scorn to run , Or to cry out of warlike kybes in the heele . Time , Goe ( thou most God-like maide ) & buckle on The brest-plates fetcht from thine owne Armoury , Let euery souldier weare one , on each leader Bestowe a guiding-staffe , and a strong shield That may as faithfull be to his good sword As thou art to his heart : head all the speares With gold of Angell-proofe . Sit like a doue Vpon the Horsmans helme , and on his face Fan with thy siluer winges sweete victorie , Goe , beate thy drum , that men may know thy march , Spread thine owne colours ( Truth ) so let them shine , Souldiers may sweare thei 'le follow none but thine . Away . Tru. I flie , swift as the winged winges . Exit . Play . Today is workiday with me for all I haue my best clothes On , what doe you set me to ? Time , Goe thou and sweepe the buses from the camp . , Plai . Conscience has left no broomes big enough to doe that cleane Time : Then purge the tents of all infectious aires . Plai . Yonder 's one infection new broke out , if it be not stopt From running , will choake vs all . Time , Name it , i le minister the remedie . Plai .

Time may do it , this t is : A Broker and his wife that dropt out of the Hangmans budget but last day ; are now eating into the Camp , and are victualers to it : their very Cannes haue hoopes of gold lace now , that bangd Captaines Ierkins all or'e but yesterday : 15. Liefe tenants haue eaten vp their buffe Ierkins with cheese and mustard : Nay this vilaine of fourescore i th hundred has set vp three Armourers shops with harnesse caps , and pewter coates , that are linde cleane out with Ale : the Rogue lies euery night vpon as many fethers which grew in souldiers hats , as will vndooe foure hundred Schoolemasters to hire them for their boyes to goe a feasting ,

Time , Breede such disorders mongst the souldiers ? Play .

They swarme like lyce : nay his wife tickels it too , for three Muskateeres came but to drinke Tabacco in her cabbin , and she fired their flaskes and tuch-boxes .

Time , Goe ridde the Camp of these , and al like these . Play . If any souldier swere i le casheere him too . Time , You will scarce leaue two in the Army then . Play . What shall I doe with those Pyoners yonder ? Ti. You know the ground , lead them to cast vp trenches . Away . Play .

They are by this time leading one another , for when I left them , I left them all casting , i le now goe see what it comes to .

Exit . Time , I le flie hence to the fleete of Babylon . And from their tacklings and their maine-mast tons , Time shal shoote vengeance through his bow of steele , Wedge like to split their Nauie to the keele . I le cut their Princes downe as blades of grasse , As this glasse , so the Babilonian power , The higher shall runne out to fill the lower . Exit . The Sea fight , 3. Ki. The sulphurous Aetna belcheth on our ships , Cut Cables , or the whole fleete drownes in fire 1. King . Holla . 2 Ki. Of Babilon . 1. Ki. What Hulkes ar these , that are on fire ? 3 Ki. The Diuels : the sea 's on fire 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 1. King . Wher 's 〈◊〉 2. King . Close vnder hatches dares not shew his head . 3. King . Damnation on such liuerd Generalls . Wher 's braue Ricalde ? 2. King . Who ? 3. King . Our Admiral the Admirall of our Nauy , wise Ricalde 2. King . Our stowte and braue Ricalde keepes his bed . 3. King . All poxes fire him out ; Pedro de Valdes Hauing about him 50. Canons throwes , Stretch wide to barke is boarded , taken . 2. King . Taken ? 3. King . Without resistance : 〈◊〉 sunke , Oquendo burnt , Moncada drown'd , or slaine , 1. King . The ship of all our medicaments is lost . 3. King . Dogges eate our medicaments , such are our woundes . We more shall Sextons neede than Surgeons . 2. King . What course is best ? 3. King . The best to get the day ▪ Is to hoise sayles vp , and away . Omn. Away , away , hoise sailes vp and away . 3. King . A world of men and wealth lost in one day . Exeunt . Florimell followed by Captaines , Marriners and Gunners with Linstockes . Flor. Shoot , shoot , they answer , braue : more Linstocks : shoot : This stratagem dropt downe from heauen in fire . Om. Board , board , hoyse more saile vp ▪ they flie , shoot , Shoot . Exeunt . Titania in the Camp . Tita. We neuer held a royal Court till now : ( Warriours ) would it not seeme most glorious , To haue Embassadors to greete vs thus ? Our chaire of state , a drum : for sumptious robes Ruffling about vs , heads cas'd vp in globes Of bright reflecting steele : for reuellers ( Treading soft measures ) marching souldiers , Trust me , I like the martiall life so well , I could change Courte to campe , in battles to dwelle T is a braue life : Methinkes it best becomes A Prince to march thus betweene guns and drummes My fellow souldier : I dare sweare you 'le fight , To the last man , your Captaine being in fight . They shoote . Uolu : To the last least mans little finger . A peale goes off , Fid. What flames through all your bloud your breath inspires Tita : For that we come not : no brest heere wants fires . T was kindled in their cradles , strength , courage , zeale , Meete in each bosome like a three-fold floud , We come with yours to venture our owne bloud . For you and we are fellowes ; thus appeares it , The souldier keeps the crowne on , the prince weares it . Of all men you we hold the most most deere , But for a souldier I had not beene heere . Fid: Doe not their gunnes offend you ? Tita : How ? we are tried , wh'im'e borne a souldier by the fathers side . The Cannon ( thunders Zany ) playes to vs , Soft musikes tunes , and more mellodious : And me more rarely like , because all these , That now can speake the language of sterne warre , Could not speake swords , or guns , nay scarce could go , Nay were not borne , but like to new sowne graine Lay hid i' th mold , when we went to be crown'd , Tho now th' are tall corne fields , couering the ground . Plaine Dealing . Plai .

Roome , roome , newes , newes , the youngest newes that euer was brought forth amonst men at Armes : a woman ( sweete mistris ) is brought to bed of a man childe i t'h Camp : a boy that lookes as if he would shoote off already : the bed they haue swadled him in , is the peece of an old torne Ancient : his blankets are two souldiers Mandilions : his cradle is the hollow backe-peece of a rustie Armour : his head lies in a Murren that s quilted to keepe him warme , the first thing that euer he laid hold on , was a truncheon , on which a Captaine leand to looke vpon him , hee 'le bee a warriour I warrant . A Can of beere is set to his mouth already , yet I doubt hee 'le prooue but a victualer to the Camp : A notable fat double-chind bulchin .

Tyta : A child borne in our Camp ! goe giue him fame , Let him be Beria cald , by the Campes name . Plai .

That s his name then : Beria , in steede of a Midwife a ▪ Captaine shall beare him to the Fount , and if there be any women to followe it , they shal carrie traile pikes ; or shoote in Callipers who would sweate thus to get gossips for another mans child ? but fathers themselues are guld so sometimes , farewel mistris .

Exit . Time , Florimell , Captaines , Souldiers . Tita : With roses vs you crowne , your selfe with palme , Flor : Had we al woundes , your words are soueraigne balme . Tyta : Are those clowds sperst that stroue to dimme our light ? Flor. And driuen into the gloomie caues of night . Tyta : Our handes be heau'd vp for it . Time , Therers good cause , We' are bown'd to doe so by the higher lawes , Those roaring Whales came with deuouring wombes ▪ To swallow vp your kingdomes : foolish heires ▪ When halfe of them scarce knew where it did stand , Vnder what Zenith , did they share your land . At dice they plaid for Fayeries , at each cast ▪ A Knight at least was lost : what doe you set ? This Knight cries one ( and names him ) no , a Lord Or none , t is done , he throwes and sweepes the bord , His hatte is fall of Lords vpto the brimme , The sea threw next at all , won all and him , Would you these Gamesters see now ? Fid: See now ? where ? Thei 'le scarce see vs , the last sight cost so deere , Ti. Bid you me do it , t is done , Time takes such pride , To waite on you , hee le lackie by your-side . Those daies of their Arriuall , battaile , flight , And ignominious shipwrackes ( like lost Arrowes , ) Are out of reach : of them the world receaues But what Times booke shewes turning back the leaues , But if you 'le see this Concubine of Kinges , In her maiesticke madnes with her sonnes , That houre is now but numbring out in sand , These minutes are not yet run through Times hand , For you and for your 〈◊〉 sweete delight , Tyta : T will be a glorious sight , Time , Vnseene you shall both see and heare these wonders On the greene Mount of Trueth : let the Armie moue , And meete you in the vale of Oberon , Your captiues are sent thither : quicke as thought You shall flie : 〈◊〉 vpon my actiue winges , Time at one instant sees all Courts of Kings . Ex●… Time descending : Enter the Empresse , 〈◊〉 Kings , and foure Cardinals . Emp. Hence : sting me not : y' are Scorpions to my brest , Diseases to my bloud : he dies that speakes . 3. King . Y' are madde . Ambo . Y' are madde . 4. Card. ô falles not heauen ! Emp. Be silent : Be damned for your speech : as y' are for Act , You are all blacke and close conspirators In our disgrace . 3. King . You lie ▪ 4. Card : O horrible ? 3. King . You Raue yet know not why , Emp. Thou saist all 's lost . 3. King : Drownd , burnt , split vpon rockes , cast ouer bord , Throates cut by Kernes , whose haires like else-loekes hang , 2 King . One of those shamrock-eaters at one break fast , Slit fourescore wezand pipes of ours , 1. King . Of yours : Oquendo burnt , Piementelli Slaine , Pedro de Valdes tane , 1. Card. Could dwarfes beate Gyants ? 3. King . In one day fell 500 : Galleons 15. Drownd at the same time ; or which was worser taken , The same day made 1000. prisoners . Yet not a cherry stone of theirs was sunke .