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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
2723
Titania in the Camp.
2724
Tita.
We neuer held a royal Court till now:
2726To haue Emba
s
s
adors to greete vs thus?
2728Ruffling about vs, heads cas'd vp in globes.
2732I could change Courts to campes, in fieldes to dwell.
2733Tis a braue life: Me thinkes it be
st becomes
2734A Prince to march thus, betweene guns and drums.
2740Twas kindled in their cradles,
strength, courage, zeale,
2742We come with yours to venture our owne bloud.
2743For you and we are fellowes; thus appeares it,
2744The souldier keeps the crowne on, the prince weares it.
2746But for a souldier I had not beene heere.
2748
Tita:
How? we are tried,
2750The Cannon (thunders Zany) playes to vs,
2751Soft mu
sikes tunes, and more mellodious:
2755Nay were not borne, but like to new sowne graine
2756Lay hid i'th mold, when we went to be crown'd,
2757Tho now th'are tall corne fields, couering the ground.
2758
Plaine Dealing.
2761mi
stris) is brought to bed of a man childe it'h Camp: a boy that
2763led him in, is the peece of an old torne Ancient: his blankets are
2764two souldiers Mandilions: his cradle is the hollow backe-peece of
2765a ru
stie Armour: his head lies in a Murren thats quilted to keepe
2767cheon, on which a Captaine leand to looke vpon him, hee'le bee a
2768warriour I warrant. A Can of beere is set to his mouth already,
2769yet I doubt hee'le prooue but a victualer to the Camp: A notable
2770fat double-chind bulchin.
2771
Tyta:
A child borne in our Camp! goe giue him fame,
2772Let him be Beria cald, by the Campes name.
2774taine
shall beare him to the Fount, and if there be any women to
2778
Time, Florimell, Captaines, Souldiers.
2782
Flor.
And driuen into the gloomie caues of night.
2783
Tyta:
Our handes be heau'd vp for it.
2785We'are bown'd to doe so by the higher lawes.
2786Those roaring Whales came with deuouring wombes
2789Vnder what Zenith, did they
share your land.
2790At dice they plaid for Faieries; at each ca
st
2792This Knight cries one (and names him) no, a Lord
2793Or none, tis done, he throwes and sweepes the bord,
2794His hatte is fall of Lords vp to the brimme,
2795The sea threw next at all, won all and him,
2797
Fid.
See now? where?
2800To waite on you, heele lackie by your
side.
2803Are out of reach: of them the world receaues
2804But what Times booke
shewes turning back the leaues,
2805But if you'le see this Concubine of Kinges,
2807That houre is now but numbring out in sand,
2808These minutes are not yet run through Times hand.
2809For you and for your Faieries sweete delight
2810Time
shall doe this,
2813On the greene Mount of Trueth: let the Armie moue,
2814And meete you in the vale of Oberon,
2815Your captiues are sent thither: quicke as thought
2818
Time descending: Enter the Empre
s
s
e, three Kings,
2819
and foure Cardinals.
2822
3. King.
Y'are madde.
2823
Ambo.
Y'are madde.
2824
4. Card.
ô falles not heauen!
2828In our disgrace.
2829
3. King.
You lie:
2830
4. Card:
O horrible!
2831
3. King.
You Raue yet know not why,
2836Slit fourescore wezand-pipes of ours,
2837
1. King.
Of yours:
2838
Oquendo burnt, Piementelli Slaine,
2839Pedro de Valdes tane,
2840
1. Card.
Could dwarfes beate Gyants?
2841
3. King.
In one day fell 500. Galleous 15.
2849So I may be but deafe, turne me into
2850A speckled Adder: O you Mountaines fall,
2851And couer me, that of me, memory
2860Vpon their knees to take a mothers doome.
2862But you are spotted or'e, from head to feete,
2863This neck ile yoke,---this throate a
staires ile make,
2870A ring into thy no
strils.
2875Neuer was day to me thus Tragicall,
2876Great Babylon thus lowe did neuer fall.
2877
Tita.
Thankes Time for this; lanch forth to Oberons vayle
2879
Exeunt.
FINIS.