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THou speak'st of things beyond belief, Acanthus, Too true it is, I shrewdly fear, For every circumstance makes it appear That Rhodon in the myrtle grove, last night, Had private conference with Iris, From whom (it seems) he took the venomed potion, For now he doth, in his extremest fits, Exclaim on the untruth of woman kind, Bewailing the unlucky hour that did present Your sister Iris to his sight. Anthophotus and Acanthus, y'are well met. Nay, never worse, thou wouldst say, gentle Panace, If thou knew'st all. What dire disaster hath befallen you, honoured friends? How fares the noble Shepherd Rhodon? Rhodon's mishap's the cause of all our sorrow: Rhodon's betrayed, poisoned, and lies at point of death. Cursed be the hand that did attempt A villainy so impious and foul. But if you love yourselves, and Rhodons health, Conduct me to him immediately: I have an antidote that shall cure him, If any breath be left within his bulk. Oh happy comfort! come sweet Panace, To our sick friend, we'll thy Conductors be. A happy morn be this to thee (friend Martagon,) Nay, 'tis the happiest morn. that e'er we two beheld Rhodon is dead; And is by this time, served up in a wooden dish, To feast the worms upon an earthen table; The purple bosomed rose whose glorious pride Disdained the beauties of all other flowers, is cropped, Yea the ambitious bramble is quite withered, And now is laid in the contemned dust: Poneria's wit hath done this noble act. This is good news, I must confess, yet could I wish That noble Rhodon had not so ignobly died. Thou art too ceremonious for a politician, And too superstitious: our duties 'tis to judge Of the effect as it concerns the state of our affairs, And not to look back on the means by which 'twas wrought. He is unfit to rule a Civil state That knows not how in some respects to favour Murder, or treason, or any other sin, Which that subtle animal, called man, Doth openly protest against, for this end, That he may more freely act it in private, As his occasions shall invite him to't. But 'tis no disputing now; the deed is done, We are in a fair way to victory, Conquest, triumph, and renown; We have a fair beginning, and what's well begun, (If that the proverb speaks truth) is half done. NOw Agnostus, since by the death of Rhodon We have endeared ourselves to Martagon, 'Tis meet we provide for a back winter, That we purchase some eminence of place, To make us glorious in the world's ill-sighted eye, That being great we may the greater mischief do: And since a war is newly set abroach, I will a suitor be to General Martagon; To place thee in some military office Of high regard and special consequence, Where by thy ignorant conduct and base carriage, Thou may'st a thousand heroic souls send packing Unto the Stygian shore.
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THou speak'st of things beyond beleefe, Acanthus, Too true it is, I shrewdly feare, For every circumstance makes it appeare That Rhodon in the mirtle grove, last night, Had private conference with Iris, From whom (it seemes) he tooke the venom'd potion, For now he doth, in his extremest fits, Exclaime on the untruth of woman kind, Bewailing the unlucky houre that did present Your sister Iris to his sight. Anthophotus and Acanthus, y'are well met. Nay, never worse, thou wouldst say, gentle Panace, If thou knew'st all. What dire disastre hath befalne you, honor'd friends? How fares the noble Shepheard Rhodon? Rhodon's mishap's the cause of all our sorrow: Rhodon's betray'd, poyson'd, and lies at point of death. Curs'd be the hand that did attempt A villany so impious and foule. But if you love your selves, and Rhodons health, Conduct me to him immediately: I have an antidote that shall cure him, If any breath be left within his bulke. Oh happy comfort! come sweet Panace, To our sicke friend, we'll thy Conductors be. A happy morne be this to thee (friend Martagon,) Nay, 'tis the happiest morn. that e'r we two beheld Rhodon is dead; And is by this time, serv'd up in a wooden dish, To feast the wormes upon an earthen table; The purple bosom'd rose whose glorious pride Disdain'd the beauties of all other flowers, is cropt, Yea the ambitious bramble is quite wither'd, And now is laid in the contemned dust: Ponerias wit hath done this noble act. This is good newes, I must confesse, yet could I wish That noble Rhodon had not so ignobly dy'd. Thou art too ceremonious for a politician, And too superstitious: our duties 'tis to iudge Of the effect as it concernes the state of our affaires, And not to looke backe on the meanes by which 'twas wrought. He is unfit to rule a Civill state That knowes not how in some respects to favour Murther, or treason, or any other sinne, Which that subtill animall, call'd man, Doth openly protest against, for this end, That he may more freely act it in private, As his occasions shall invite him to't. But 'tis no disputing now; the deed is done, We are in a faire way to victory, Conquest, triumph, and renowne; We have a faire bginning, and what's well begun, (If that the proverbe speakes truth) is halfe done. NOw Agnostus, since by the death of Rhodon We have endear'd our selves to Martagon, 'Tis meet we provide for a backe winter, That we purchase some eminence of place, To make us glorious in the worlds ill-sighted eye, That being great we may the greater mischiefe doe: And since a warre is newly set abroach, I will a suter be to Generall Martagon; To place thee in some military office Of high regard and speciall consequence, Where by thy ignorant conduct and base carriage, Thou mai'st a thousand heroicke soules send packing Vnto the Stygian shore.