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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
2284
Enter Paridell and his kinsman.
2289For what I doe: A pardon
sign'd, that giues
2290Indulgence plenarie, and full remi
s
sion
2291(For any criminall breach of the highe
st Law)
2292After 'tis done: nay more, a voice as cleere
2293As that of Angels, which proclaimes the act,
2294Good, honourable, meritorious,
2295Lawfull, and pyous, what if I
shew you this?
2296
Cox:
Come, come, you cannot, then let riotous heires
2297beg pattents to kill fathers: graunt but this
2298Murder may be a faire Monopoly,
2300Who i'
st dare that thing meritorious call,
2301Which feindes themselues count diabolicall?
2303ronne vp to'th necke, from drowning to saue her,
2304That treades vpon your head; your throat, to
sincke you?
2307But death, di
shonour; yea, damnation
2310Is not more easy: looke vpon the Court,
2313Shee walkes not with a Ianisarie--Guard,
2316Like to a payre of hangmen: no, alas:
2317Her Courts of Guard are Ladies, & (sometimes)
2318Shee's in the garden with as small a trayne,
2319As is the Sun in heauen: and our Acce
s
s
e,
2320May then as easy be as that of Clyents,
2321To Lawyers out of terme--time.
2322
Coz:
Grant all this:
2325
Pari:
Nay, good cozen.----
2327By water: why the gates will all be lockt,
2328Wayters you mu
st haue none.
2330You mu
st not haue a man, and if you kill
2331With powder, ayre betrayes you.
2334My pathes are: looke you Sir,
2336
Pari:
Nay, nay, heare mine,
2338My leuell is thus lowe, but er'e I rise,
2339My hand's got vp thus hie: the deere, being
strucke,
2343All in that
ship runne to make good the breach,
2348Be
shot at her vntill we take our ayme
2349In S. Iagoes parke; a rare, rare Altar!
2351It
shall be there: in S. Iagoes parke:
2352Ha coz! it
shall be there: in the meane time,
2353We may keepe followers (nine or ten a peece)
2357All of vs well appoynted---Case of dags
2361Then to our swordes.--Come, ther's no mettle in you.
2363I quickly would finde Armour: what's the goade
2364So
sharpe, that makes you wildely thus to runne
2365Vpon your certaine ruine?
2368
Coz:
She gaue you yours.
2369
Pari:
To ha tan'e it had bin tyrany, her owne lips
2371My youth, and meanes in seruing her: what reape I?
2373(Sweet meates that rotte the eater:) why, la
st day
2375Of Santa Cataryna, twas denied me.
2376
Coz:
She keepes you to a better.
2379
Coz:
Well coz, ile hence.
2382Let me but breath, and what I meane to doe,
2384
Pari: Fare you well,