348
Titania Fidely, Florimell, Elfiron,
349
Pentioners,
352How many plots were laid to barre vs hence,
353(Euen from our Cradle?) but our Innocence
354Your wisedome (fairy Peeres) and aboue all,
355That Arme) that cannot let a white soule fall,
356Hath held vs vp, and lifted vs thus hie,
358Of that bad woman, (Babilons proud Queene,
361When forth it bur
sts, to her owne downfall light.
362
Tita.
Truth be my witnes (whome we haue imployde,
363To purge our Aire that has with plagues de
stroyed
367to gaine that triple wreath that binds her head,
368Tho mine
shee would let forth, I know not why,
369Only through rancke lu
st after Souereigntie.
370
Flor.
Enough it is for me, if with a hand,
371(Vn
staind and vn-ambitious) fairy Land
372I Crowne with Oliue-branches: all those wounds,
381These ciuill woes in their own depth lay drowned.
382He to immortall
shades beeing gone,
383(Fames minion) great King (b) Oberon
(b) Hen. 8.
384
Titaniaes royall father, liuely springs,
385Whose Court was like a campe of none but Kings.
386From this great conquering Monarchs glorious
stemme,
387Three (in direct line) wore his Diadem:
390Sits now aboue their hopes: her maiden hand,
& Q. Eliz.
391Shall with a
silken thred guide Fairie land.
394Cut for her (downe) long yeeres that
shee may climbe
397Her birth-day as their beeing)
shall complaine,
398They are weary of a peacefull, golden raigne.
400Shall keepe their ancient beauty: and your bowers
401(Which late) like prophan'd Temples empty
stood,
406Shall cheere as well the
stranger as our owne.
408For who can tell vnder what point of heauen
410Trophies of reuerend Age, fall by our
stroaks,
411Nor
shall the brier, or hawthorne (growing vnder)
412Feare them, but flie to them, to get from thunder,
414Weele build about our waters wooden walles.
417
Flor.
Parthenophill, a Fairie Peere.
418
Titan.
Parthenophill.
422From whence, they'l vs not learne, and doe intreat
423Faire, and a free acce
s
s
e.
427As here at hand, hither them drawes, prote
sting
429That they the tribute of their loues may pay,
431
Titan.
Allow them entrance.
432
Parth.
They in a Fairie maske, the argument
433Of this their dutie, gladly would present.
436
fetch them in, who
enter bare headed the three Kings queintly attired
440You are no Fairies.
441
All three.
No: but wounded louers.
444We know you not: what are you? and from whence?
446He lends them his complexion, giues me birth,
(a) Spaine
447The Indian and his gold are both my
slaues,
448Vpon my sword (as on the Axell tree)
449A world of kingdomes mooue: and yet I write
452Reard vp two pillars for me, on whose Capitals
454And with my head knock at the roofe of Heauen:
455Hence come I, this I am, (O mo
st diuine)
456All that I am is yours, be you but mine.
458Haue royally bin fed, is nurce to me:
(a) France.
459The god of grapes is mine, whose bounteous hand
460In clu
sters deales his gifts to euery land:
461My Empire beares for greatnes, pollicy,
463Of this Globe vniuersall. All her Princes
464Are warriours borne: whose battels to be told,
465Would make the hearers souldiers: t'is a land
467That to behold her, and to conquer her,
468(In amorous combats,) great king Oberon,
469Your awefull father, oft ha's thither come,
470Like to a bridegrome, or a Reueller,
471And gone agen in goodly triumphs home.
473All that this is, is yours, be you but mine.
474
3. King.
Be you but mine, and doubly will I treble
475Their glories and their greatne
s
s
e: like to thunder
477Stands on Seauen (b) hills, whose towers, and pinnacles,
478And renarend Monuments, hold in them such worth,
480(Like barefoote pilgrims) at her feet doe fall,
481Bowing to her trible crowne imperiall.
485A rich inheritance, if to your sonnes,
486Our fluent tongue you leaue, (nor need they more)
488On many nations necks, a foot to set,
489If it be glorious, then may you be great.
491Of three, we care not which two be deni'd.
493From whence we draw our nouri
shment, would runne
495Our aged mother twentie times an hower,
497And from her own cup you
should drinke that wine
498Which none but Princes ta
st, to make you looke
499With cheerefull countenance.
501Rebellious, wild, ingratefull, poore, and yet
502
Apollo from's owne head cuts golden lockes,
503To haue them grow on his: his harp is his,
505That runnes on all the errands of the gods,
507This child of yours is (by adoption)
508Our mothers now, her ble
s
sing he receiues;
509And tho (as men did in the golden Age)
510He liue ith' open fields, hiding his head
513We home agen will bring, to your owne fold,
514Humbly to graze vpon your Faierie plaines,
516On which your whole land wholesomely may feed.
517
Titan.
We know you now: O what a deale of paines
518Would you (as others of this wing haue taken)
519To be in Faierie land calld Soueraignes?
522To giue the bride: Princes in tying such bands,
524For that one Acte giues like an enginous wheele
526And windes it vp to height, or hurles it down,
532Faire, double-leaued doores, where light comes forth
533To cheere the world, neuer to open more?
534Would you haue all your
slūbers turn'd to dreams,
535Frightfull and broken? would you see your Lords
537Locking their graue, white, reuerend heads in
steele?
538If so, you cannot for all Fairie land
539Find men to fit you better.
540
Titan.
Florimell,
541Breathes there in you Fidelies spirit?
542
Flor.
No Lady.
545With golden chords; Angels guide on your tongue.
547Would to their mitred fortunes tie our fates:
548Our Fairie groues are greene, our temples
stand
549Like goodly watch-towers, wafting pa
s
s
engers
550From rockes, t'arriue them in the Holy land:
551Peace (here) eats fruits, which her own hād hath sown,
552Your lambes with lyons play: about your throne,
553The Palme, the Lawrell, and the abundant Vine
554Grow vp, and with your roses doe entwine.
555But if these gripe your Scepter once,
556
Titan.
What then?
560In nothing (but in miserie) youle be great:
562In their rough torrent, Fairie townes and towers,
563And drownd our fields in Marianaes daies,
564Will (in a mercile
s
s
e inundation)
565Couer all againe: red Seas will flow again:
566The Deuill will roare againe: if these you loue,
567Be (as the Serpent,) wise then, tho a Doue.
569
Titan.
Are you all,
570Of this opinion Lordes?
571
Omn.
All, all.
572
All 3. Lets hence.
574
Titani.
Stay: Princes are free-borne, & haue free wils,
575
Theis are to vs, as vallies are to hills,
576We may, be counceld by them, not controld:
577Our wordes our Law.
578
Elfyr.
Bright Souereigne.
579
Titan.
Y'are too bold.
580
3. King.
I knew the fort would yeeld.
581
1. King.
Attend.
582
2. King.
Shees ours.
584would breake.
585
1. King.
A League!
586
2. King.
Holy.
587
3. King.
Honorable.
589You court me for my loue, you I imbrace
591As you doe me: receiue our answere then:---
592
I cannot loue you:---what! such hardy men
595Euen by my birth-day, by the crowne I weare,
600When one day comes, which now to you Ile name.
604
Tita.
May be to morrow:
605Marke els and iudge whether it may or no:
606When Lambes of ours, are kild by wolues of yours,
607Yet no bloud suckt: when Heauen two Suns endures:
608When Soules that re
st in vnder-groundes,
611That they can wa
sh out murders guilt:
613Can cure our woundes, being cald vpon:
614When from yon towers I heare one cry,
615You may kill Princes lawfully:
616When a Court has no Para
site,
618When Conscience goes in cloth of gold,
620When merchants wiues hate co
stly clothes,
621When ther's no lies in tradsmens oathes:
622When Farmers by deere yeeres do leeze,
623And Lawyers sweare to take no fees:
624(And that I hope will neuer, neuer bee)
625But then (and not till then) I sweare,
626Shall your bewitching Charmes
sleepe in mine eare.
627Away.
Exeunt Faires: Manent 3. Kings.
628
1. King.
Derided to our faces!
630
3. King.
Made fooles!
633
3. King.
Reuenge:
635Sedition, Herezies confederacies,
636The violation of al sacred leagues.
637The combination of all leagues vniu
st,
639And when ye'are swolne with theis, returne againe,
641Whole heards of bulls loaden with hallowed curses,
642With Interdictions, excommunications,
643And with vnbinding Subiects fealties,
644And with large pattents to kill Kings and Queens
645Driue roaring hither, that vpon their hornes
646This Empire may be to
st.
648Euen ioynt from ioynt: to haue her baited wel,
649(If we cannot) wee will vn-kennell hell:
650
1. King.
Will not you home with vs?
651
3. King.
No: here Ile lurke,
652And in a Doue-like
shape rauen vpon Doues:
654Poyson the Courtier with ambitious drugs,
655Throw bane into the cups where learning drinkes,
656Ile be a Saint, a Furie, Angell, Deuill,
657Or'e Seas, on this
side Seas; Deuils forreners,
658With Deuils within hel freedome, Deuils in Vaults.
659And with Church Deuil, be it your soules health,
660To drinke downe Babylonian Stratagems.
661And to forge three-forkt thunderbolts at home,
665Eightie eight Legions, and take open armes,
667
Omn.
Twi'll be a glorious warre.
668
1. King.
Farewell.
669
3. Kidg.
Bee gon,
670Who cleaues a Realmes head, needs more swordes then one.
671
Exeunt.