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Am I then betrayed? Will my sage Steward turn delinquent? ha? Can my Pheudippe prove disloyal? no, Doth he intend subversion of my state? we may consult of warlike discipline Amidst our height of solace; (though secure) Although at league with every Potentate Who sits enthroned upon the spacious Orb. So may we well advise your Majesty To have a watchful overlooking spy Upon your haughty Duke; (though innocent; Though in himself obsequiously bent) Learning advanced may prove judicious; But (if mislead) extremely vicious. Tell me my proper Genius may prove false, My blood become a traitor to my life; The issue of my loins degenerate; Say; this right hand conspires against my head; Tell me; the Gods whom I adore, neglect Religion, do forbid all sacrifice; And I believe you: but the villains lie, Who dare imagine my Pheudippe false. in faith I am afraid you do abuse My honest friend's integrity, too much; Pheudippe false? my bosom-counsellor? The earth will shake at such a prodigy: Some Phaeton shall mount the Chariot Of our uprising Phoebus, and inflame The world again; each widow shall conceive Without man's aid five dragons at a birth, All threatening this impossible event, Ere I do entertain a syllable Of your suggestion: though the Gods descend Though they admonish my credulity (In special) to beware of whom we speak And call him traitor; o I should reply Within the bounds (I fear) of blasphemy. See how he walks perplexed with agony; My anger shall improve his patience. Pheudippe. Doth my dread Sovereign call? What doth my demi-self Pheudippe do? Beshrew my melancholic dumps I do; Which pretermit Menanders Majesty Without obeisance; whilst I walk secure In a blind corner thus extravagant. His aromatic breath perfumes the air: The spicy fields where gossamer doth grow Have not one vapour half so redolent: I must for fashion chide him fatherly. Friend, friend, you are ambitious of rule, Report exclaims upon your dignity; All attribute the Time's calamity Of dearth, to you the Author; who engross Heaps of provision without real cause; I must not wink at fraudulent abuse Done to my Subjects; rather abuse me: Thou mightst enjoy full many blessed years, Live in an equal happiness with me, Rather than thus neglect my sincere love, And lose the hope of our munificence▪ Do not (I pray) deserve that infamy With which our scandalising age condemns Thy whole endeavours; o redeem the loss Of Loyalty; a thing so precious. Reject those machinations infinite With which the people charge thee; I conceal The horror of a rage so violent As some censorious Critics have adjudged To dwell within thy bosom: prithee think Whether I do deserve thy impious hand To thrust me from a lineal descent Or (being down) deserve thy helping hand, To rescue and uphold my primacy.
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Am I then betraid? Will my sage Steward turne delinquent? ha? Can my Pheudippe proue disloyall? no, Doth hee intend subuersion of my state? Wee may consult of war-like discipline Amidst our heigth of solace; (though secure) Although at league with euery Potentate Who sits enthron'd vpon the spacious Orbe. So may wee well aduise your Maiesty To haue a watchfull ouer-looking spy Vpon your haughty Duke; (though innocent; Though in himsefe obsequiously bent) Learning aduanc'd may proue iudicious; But (if mis-ledde) extremely vitious. Tell mee my proper Genius may proue false, My bloud become a traitor to my life; The issue of my loines degenerate; Say; this right hand conspires against my head; Tell mee; the Gods whom I adore, neglect Religion, doe forbid all sacrifice; And I beleeue you: but the villaines lye, Who dare imagine my Pheudippe false. In-faith I am affraid you do abuse My honest friends integrity, too much; Pheudippe false? my bosome-counsellour? The earth will shake at such a prodigy: Some Phaeton shall mount the Chariot Of our vp-rising Phoebus, and enflame The world againe; each widdow shall conceiue Without mans aide fiue dragons at a birth, All threatning this impossible euent, Ere I do entertaine a sillable Of your sug-gestion: though the Gods descend Though they admonish my credulity (In speciall) to beware of whom wee speake And call him traitor; ô I should reply Within the bounds (I feare) of blasphemy. See how hee walks perplex'd with agony; My anger shall im-proue his patience. Pheudippe. Doth my dread Soueraigne call? What doth my demi-selfe Pheudippe doe? Beshrew my melancholique dumps I doe; Which preter-mit Menanders Maiesty Without obeysance; whilst I walke secure In a blind corner thus extrauagant. His aro-maticke breath perfumes the aire: The spicy fields where gossa-moure doth grow Haue not one vapour halfe so redolent: I must for fashion chide him fatherly. Friend, friend, you are ambitous of rule, Report exclaimes vpon your dignity; All attribute the times calamity Of dearth, to you the Authour; who ingrosse Heapes of prouision without reall cause; I must not winke at fraudulent abuse Done to my Subiects; rather abuse mee: Thou mightst enioy full many blessed yeares, Liue in an aeqnall happinesse with mee, Rather then thus neglect my sincere loue, And loose the hope of our munificence▪ Do not (I pray) deserue that infamy VVith which our scandalizing age condemnes Thy whole endeuours; ô redeeme the losse Of Loyalty; a thing so pretious. Reiect those machinations infinite VVith which the people charge thee; I conceale The horrour of a rage so violent As some censorious Critticks haue adiug'd To dwell within thy bosome: prethee thinke Whether I do deserue thy impious hand To thrust me from a lineall descent Or (being downe) deserue thy helping hand, To rescue and vphold my primacy.