Part 55

260 Noblemen. Two words in Q.

268 Mons. Q omits; added in MS. in one of the copies in the Brit. Mus.

278-284 The lines are broken in the Q at King, see, selfe, better, Right, True, too, upon you, deedes.

285 you were. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, you're.

335 moralist. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, Moralists.

359-61 Heard . . . wares. So punctuated by ed.; Q, Heard hee a trades-man swearing | Never so thriftily (selling of his wares).

A Room in Montsurry's house.]

Tamyra sola.

Tamyra. Revenge, that ever red sitt'st in the eyes Of injur'd ladies, till we crowne thy browes With bloudy lawrell, and receive from thee Justice for all our honours injurie; Whose wings none flye that wrath or tyrannie 5 Have ruthlesse made and bloudy, enter here, Enter, O enter! and, though length of time Never lets any scape thy constant justice, Yet now prevent that length. Flye, flye, and here Fixe thy steele foot-steps; here, O here, where still 10 Earth (mov'd with pittie) yeelded and embrac'd My loves faire figure, drawne in his deare bloud, And mark'd the place, to show thee where was done The cruell'st murther that ere fled the sunne. O Earth! why keep'st thou not as well his spirit, 15 To give his forme life? No, that was not earthly; That (rarefying the thinne and yeelding ayre) Flew sparkling up into the sphaere of fire Whence endlesse flames it sheds in my desire. Here be my daily pallet; here all nights 20 That can be wrested from thy rivals armes, O my deare Bussy, I will lye, and kisse Spirit into thy bloud, or breathe out mine In sighes, and kisses, and sad tunes to thine. She sings.

Enter Montsurry.

Montsurry. Still on this hant? Still shall adulterous bloud 25 Affect thy spirits? Thinke, for shame, but this, This bloud, that cockatrice-like thus thou brood'st, To dry is to breede any quench to thine. And therefore now (if onely for thy lust A little cover'd with a vaile of shame) 30 Looke out for fresh life, rather then witch-like Learne to kisse horror, and with death engender. Strange crosse in nature, purest virgine shame Lies in the bloud as lust lyes; and together Many times mixe too; and in none more shamefull 35 Then in the shamefac't. Who can then distinguish Twixt their affections; or tell when hee meetes With one not common? Yet, as worthiest poets Shunne common and plebeian formes of speech, Every illiberall and affected phrase, 40 To clothe their matter, and together tye Matter and forme with art and decencie; So worthiest women should shunne vulgar guises, And though they cannot but flye out for change, Yet modestie, the matter of their lives, 45 Be it adulterate, should be painted true With modest out-parts; what they should doe still Grac'd with good show, though deedes be ne'er so ill.

Tamy. That is so farre from all yee seeke of us That (though your selves be common as the ayre) 50 We must not take the ayre, wee must not fit Our actions to our owne affections: But as geometricians (you still say) Teach that no lines, nor superficies, Doe move themselves, but still accompanie 55 The motions of their bodies; so poore wives Must not pursue, nor have their owne affections, But to their husbands earnests, and their jests, To their austerities of lookes, and laughters, (Though ne'er so foolish and injurious) 60 Like parasites and slaves, fit their disposures.

Mont. I usde thee as my soule, to move and rule me.

Tamy. So said you, when you woo'd. So souldiers tortur'd With tedious sieges of some wel-wall'd towne, Propound conditions of most large contents, 65 Freedome of lawes, all former government; But having once set foote within the wals, And got the reynes of power into their hands, Then doe they tyrannize at their owne rude swindges, Seaze all their goods, their liberties, and lives, 70 And make advantage, and their lusts, their lawes.

Mont. But love me, and performe a wifes part yet, With all my love before, I sweare forgivenesse.

Tamy. Forgivenesse! that grace you should seeke of mee: These tortur'd fingers and these stab'd-through armes 75 Keepe that law in their wounds yet unobserv'd, And ever shall.

Mont. Remember their deserts.

Tam. Those with faire warnings might have beene reform'd, Not these unmanly rages. You have heard The fiction of the north winde and the sunne, 80 Both working on a traveller, and contending Which had most power to take his cloake from him: Which when the winde attempted, hee roar'd out Outragious blasts at him to force it off, That wrapt it closer on: when the calme sunne 85 (The winde once leaving) charg'd him with still beames, Quiet and fervent, and therein was constant, Which made him cast off both his cloake and coate; Like whom should men doe. If yee wish your wives Should leave dislik'd things, seeke it not with rage, 90 For that enrages; what yee give, yee have: But use calme warnings, and kinde manly meanes, And that in wives most prostitute will winne Not onely sure amends, but make us wives Better then those that ne'er led faultie lives. 95

Enter a Souldier.

Soldier. My lord.

Mont. How now; would any speake with me?

Sold. I, sir.

Mont. Perverse, and traiterous miscreant! Where are your other fellowes of my guard? Have I not told you I will speake with none But Lord Renel?

Sold. And it is hee that stayes you. 100

Mont. O, is it he? Tis well: attend him in. [Exit Soldier.] I must be vigilant; the Furies haunt mee. Doe you heare, dame?

Enter Renel, with the Souldier.

Renel [aside, to the Soldier]. Be true now, for your ladies injur'd sake, Whose bountie you have so much cause to honour: 105 For her respect is chiefe in this designe, And therefore serve it; call out of the way All your confederate fellowes of his guard, Till Monsieur Baligny be enter'd here.

Sold. Upon your honour, my lord shall be free 110 From any hurt, you say?