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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
1875
Titania, Elfiron, Florimel, a gentleman
standing aloofe,
1876
and Ropus.
1879
Fidel.
The Moone that from your beames did borrow light,
1881T'ecclipse your brightnes: heauen tooke your part,
1883Haue her vnworthy found to
shine agen:
1884Your Fairies therefore on their knees intreat,
1885Shee may be puld out from the firmament,
1886Where
shee was plac'd to glitter.
1888Strike those whom we haue lou'd? albeit the children,
1890Set daggers to it, we could be content
1891To chide, not beat them, (might we vse our will,)
1892Our hand was made to saue, but not to kill.
1895
Fid.
The fall of one, like multitudes on yee,
1896Makes all the re
st, (of footing) be more nyce:
1899Ten thousand to like danger it doth arme:
1900All mercy in a Prince, makes vile the
state,
1903But are the impartiall beame between both scales;
1904Yet if we needs mu
st bow, we would incline
1905To that where mercy lies, that scale's diuine:
1907Nay (which is more) our peoples: for their good,
1908We mu
st the Surgeon play, and let out blood.
1910But falling by Luciferan insolence,
1911With him a Con
stellation drops from thence.
1914That doing this worke, we wi
sh we could not write.
1916Not one arm'd man among
st vs? you might now
1917Be all old-beaten souldiers: truth I thanke ye;
1918If I were now a jewel worth the
stealing,
1919Two theeues might bind you all.
Omn.
With much adoe.
1920
Tita.
I marry I commend yon gentleman.
1921Pray Sir come neere, looke you hee's well prouided
1922For all rough wethers: Sir, you way be proud,
1923That you can giue armes better than these Lords,
1926This would goe through
stich; had I heart to kill
1927I'de wi
sh no better weapon; but our dayes
1929We ha put vp wrongs ere now, but this is right,
1930Nay we are not falling yet,
1931
Flor.
It did vs good
1933The
silly gentleman.
1937Where is hee?
1940
Omn.
How?
1941
Fid.
The traytor.
1942
Flor.
Locke the Court gates.
1944
Tita.
You guard it well. Alacke! when louers wooe,
1945An extreame ioy and feare, them so apall,
1946That ouer much loue,
shewes no loue at all.
1948When the frais done, Cowards crie whers the Flight.
Pentioners.
1949
Florimell
1951I had like to ha made his heart my ponyards graue.
1954Mine eyes tooke marke of him; that he would
shoot
1955Twa's told me, and I tried if he dur
st doo't.
1956Is Ropus here, our Doctor?
1957
Rop.
Gratious Lady.
1963Relli
sh the like.
1968Is throwne (as he deserues) vpon the Sword
1970I bring this happy newes, Campeius,
1971(A Snake that in my bosome once I warm'd:)
1972The man for whome---.
1973
Tyta:
Oh, wee remember him.
1975Stole or'e the Seas by darknes, and was held
1976In Babilon a bird of noble flight:
1977They tourn'd him to a Go
shawke, fether'd him
1978Arm'd him with tallents, & then gaue him bels,
1981Inticing birdes that had the skill in song,
1985To mangle all the Golden eares of corne.
1986But now hee's tan'e.
1988How many foxes fall into the Snare.
Enter Elfyron.
1993
Tyta:
Bring him hither:
1994Lord Florimell, pray call Fideli to vs.
1995
Florimell, Fideli, Ropus.
1997
Tyta:
Set it to coole.
1998
Fid:
Hell and damnation, Diuels,
1999
Flor:
What's that?
2001O ble
s
s
ed mayd: let not the toad come neere her:
2002What's this? If't be his brewing, touch it not---
2005Sucke your owne teat, you--- pray;
2006Thou art preseru'd.
2007
Tyta:
From what? From whome?
2009One crowne doe's serue thy tourne, but heere's a theefe,
2011Thy life: Here 'tis in blacke and white--thy life,
2012Sirra thou Vrinall, Tynoco, Gama,
2013
Andrada, and Ibarra, names of Diuels,
2018Heap'd fauours on thee.
2022
Omu.
Away with him: foh.
2023
Rop:
Here my tale but out.
2024
Fid:
Ther's too muchout already.
2028What would not Wolues doe, he that this paper writte,
2031Their own spots will betray them: they build caues
2032Euen in our parkes: to them, him; and the re
st,
2034As may not be too frightfull. Alacke! what glorie
2035Is it to buffet wretches bound in giues?
2036The debt is derely paid that's payd with liues
2037Oh! leaue vs all.
2038
Enter Elfiron and Paridell.
2041
Tytania, Paridell.
2042
Tyta:
Florimell! Stay,
2043But giue vs liberty.
2049(Being not well pointed) is my doome to death:
2050But if your sacred iudgement (on the Margine,)
2054(Your gracious hand allow'd it) in my wandring,
2061A polliticke league, the lines of all their treasons,
2062(Drawne from one damned circle) met in mee,
2063My heart became the Center, and the point
2064Was this-----I dare not tell it.
2068To drincke vp all their mischiefe, and lay drown'd
2069In their infected waters, (with much loathing,)
2070Onely that I before you might wring out
2071This their corruption, and my selfe make cleere.
2072And now (immortall maid) i'me not vnlike
2073A casket wherein papers
stuft with danger,
2079You make vs now your debter, but a day
2080Will come, when we
shal pay. My Lord, we want your Arme.
2081
Pary.
Vmh! I feare----