His well-disposed mind; and weeping forth His welcomes, asks of thee forgiveness. Q. E. Hark! dare not speak too loud, lest that thy speech Shall to our flaming wrath be oil and flax. We will not have to do with pity. The well-disposèd mind growing once corrupt, Ten times more ugly than ever they were fair. This man so complete, who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, That when he spoke, we almost with ravish'd list'ning, Could not find his hour of speech, a minute; He, fit indeed to use in all assays Whether for arms and warlike amenaunce, Or for a wise and civil governaunce- Into as many gobbits will we cut That fatal screech-owl to our house, That nothing sings but death to us and ours,— Take heed lest that sweet Death doth reap thee, too! We'll banish him on pain of death. F. B. Forgive my presumption. Q. E. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not liv'd to be attorney For this base ignoble wretch. God knows thou art the first fruit of my flesh, I did bear thee, but he did beget thee. Begone, thou graceless boy! get thee from my sight. (Enter a messenger.) Mess. Your grace, the Earl of Leicester Doth crave to be admitted to your presence. Q. E. What means his grace, that he so plain and blunt Doth audience demand? Let him come near. (Enter Leicester.) I' God's name, lord, how darest thou attend on us? Go home; return unto thy house; there bow Thy stubborn knees and pray for her whom thou Hast vow'd to serve. Leicester. I am the wofullest man that ever liv'd, For I in oblivion and hateful griefs Must live. Dearer than life art thou to me! Now my soul's palace is become a prison; Ah! would it break from hence, that this, my body, Before I take my death! I never did thee harm! Q. E. Silence thine idle tongue! I'll set thee up a Where thou mayst see the inmost part of thee. Lay not the flatt'ring unction to thy soul, Had I her brethren here, their lives and hers Were not revenge sufficient for me: No, if I digg'd up her forefathers' graves, And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, The sight of her or any of her house, Is as a fury to torment my soul; Until I root out her accursed line And leave not one alive, I live in hell. L. L. O thou hast cleft my heart in twain. L. L. Your highness, it is no blot or foulness, To work my fortune's ill with foul suspicion, Oh! monstrous villainy,—when they know Dissolve, and make thy kingdom in the sky, Restrain thy apprehension; I will lay Trust upon thee, and thou shalt find I will Preserve and love thee; I've conferred on thee L. L. I will attend upon your highness. 26 (Exeunt.) 26. "Unto the council chamber they have gone, thence will we, therefore, to look on and see, how in their counsels, they do all agree:— Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. (Council Chamber of the Palace). Lords seated at Table. QUEEN ELIZABETH on a raised throne. Queen Elizabeth. My lords, Philip of Spain,—the foul, accursed minister of hell,-hath joined with the Frenchmen, our baleful enemies, and in league with Burgundy, gathers strength. Their armies that were divided into two parts, are now conjoined in one, and presently mean to give battle to the states of Christendom. Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils, we trust the proffer we have made unto the rightful Lord 'Protector of the Low Countries, will give you all content. This letter doth contain it. This it is. We have begged my lord to accept this, our servant, whom we send as image of our power, to be the captain of our victorious, armèd Englishmen, that now war with him against our enemies. Judge then, great lords, if we have done amiss in this. Speak freely, we cannot hear too much in matter of such moment: my good Lord Chancellor, speak thou as free as mountain wind. Lord Chancellor. Your grace, it is not meet that he should be sent as your grace's image, for that he was a traitor to the crown. His father shook hands with death, and will you pale your head in the son's glory, and rob your temples of the diadem? For he doth hope to reign. He hath gelded the commonwealth, and made of it an eunuch, and should your majesty put about his neck the scarf, and in his hands the staff, no good will come of it. Lord Leicester. I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. |