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With thanks, a while, my Malatesta, leave us. Why should we longer think of other powers, And not bring offerings now to our own brain? Which gives us Agents of all kinds of men, And Kings as well as poisoners: this wise King Must trouble Naples, who would trouble us, Divert invasions which are yet not made, And thus our ends are cheaply brought about, We only at the charge of plot: they fight, And Galiazzo dies, whom either King Were they not thus entangled, would preserve: We shall be conquerors without fighting thus, And their poor swords shall cut a way for us. I'm for you France. And I am for you, Sforza, Not poisoned yet, unless 'twere by thy tears. The other liquour had an Antidote. Happy suspect! had I been credulous And thought his love as free as it would seem I had not been, distrust has ransomed me. But Malatesta is entrapped, I know Sforza for nothing did not ask the skill: My equal villain perishes, and I Thus being accessary to his death May sin to Innocence, by posting off The PRINCE's fate to him: whilst a disguise Shall keep alive the fame that I am dead. And thus half truth shall come to light, and I, Be wisely cleared by double villainy. AS I am noble, 'twas a glorious sight, To see two Princes, in their State at once: As if two Suns had harmlessly conspired To beautify, and not to fright the Heavens. Why should the formal nicety of State Debar these often interviews? I think They would be medicine against Tyranny: For, when a Prince sees all things under him, Heads of eternal nakedness, and men That make their glory of their servitude, He thinks he's uncontrollable, that none Without a saucy imputation Dares warn him to his duty: but suppose An equal Majesty should once become His usual object, one, whose unchecked blood Runs full as high as his, than he does learn, That there's a Commonwealth of Princes too, Not one sole Monarch. Yet, Sanseverin, If you observed some clouds obscured both Suns, For, when they smiled most freely, and expressed Their nearest friendship by a strict embrace, They looked so jealously, as if they feared A closer stab: and then the King took leave With that excess of haste, that one would think (After this eager preparation,) He did intend his journey to leave us, Not to win Naples. 'Tis a dangerous time, (And yet I seem to cross the truth I speak When I not fear to call't a dangerous time) Sforza is overwise, and so attempts Upon the confidence of his own brain (A brain, though wise, yet I may safely say, Within the possibility of error) Things, that can only hap by miracle To any good.
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With thankes, a while, my Malateſta, leaue vs. Why ſhould we longer thinke of other pow'rs, And not bring offrings now to our owne braine? Which giues vs Agents of all kinds of men, And Kings alwell as poys'ners: this we King Muſt trouble Naples, who would trouble vs, Diuert inuaſions which are yet not made, And thus ou ends are cheapely brought about, We onely at the charge of plott: they fight, And Galiazzo dyes, whom either King Were they not thus intangled, would preſerue: We ſhall be conquerors without fighting thus, And their poore ſwords ſhall cut a way for vs. I'me for you France. And I am for you, Sforza, Not poyſon'd yet, vnleſſe 'twere by thy teare. The other liquor had an Antide. Happy ſuſpect! had I beene credulous And thought his loue as free as it would ſeeme I had not beene, diſtruſt has ranſom'd me. But Malateſta is intrpp'd, I know Sforza for nothing did not aske the skill▪ My equall villaine pſhes, and I Thus being acceſſary to his death May ſinne to Innocence, by poaſting off The Princes fate to him: whilſt a diſguiſe Shall keepe aliue the fame that I am dead. And thus halfe truth ſhall come to light, and I, Be wiſely cleer'd by double villany. AS I am noble, 'twas a glorious ſight, To ſee two Princes, in their State at once: As if two Sunnes had harmleſly conſpir'd To beautifie, and not to fright the Heau'ns. Why ſhould the formall nicety of State Debarre theſe often enteriewes? I thinke They would be medicine againſt Tyranny: For, when a Prince ſees all things vnder him, Heads of eternall nakedneſſe, and men That make their glory of their ſeruitude▪ He thinkes hee's vncontroulable, that none Without a ſaucy imputation Dares warne him to his duty: but ſuppoſe An equall Maieſty ſhould once become His vſuall obiect, one, whoſe vncheck't blood Runnes full as high as , then he does learne, That ther's a Common-wealth of Princes too, Not one ſole Monarch▪ Yet, Sanſeuerin, If you obſeru'd ſome clouds obſcur'd both Sunnes, For, when they ſmil'd moſt freely, and expreſt Their neereſt friendſhip by a ſtrict embrace, They lookt ſo iealouſly, as if they fear'd A cloſer ſtab: and then the King tooke leaue With that exceſſe of haſt, that one would thinke (After this eager preparation,) He did intend his iourney to leaue vs, Not to winne Naples. 'Tis a dangerous time, (And yet I ſeeme to croſſe the truth I ſpeake When I not feare to call't a dangerous time) Sforza is ouer-wiſe, and ſo attempts Vpon the confidence of his owne braine (A braine, though wiſe, yet I may ſafely ſay, Within the poſſibilitie of error) Things, that can onely hap by miracle To any good.