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Then tell him, I'm resolved to be a guest, More bold than welcome at his bloody feast. I will great Martagon; and misdoubt not, But that your cheer shall be exceeding hot. Dissembling witch: how hast thou beguiled us? What adverse power hath crossed our plot? Didst not thou with thy deep protestations force us To give strong credence to thy false relations, When thou affirmedst that thou hadst poisoned Rhodon. The opposition of the cursed fates Hath brought us to deserved confusion. Avaunt you hag, abominable sorceress, Here I do thee on pain of death enjoin, With that Impostor thy companion, Immediately to depart out of my Dominions. Now I accursed wretch have seen too well, That heaven will not be overruled by hell. How suddenly by one contrarious gust, Is all our honour tumbled into dust. Since that our braving foe is now at hand, (Cynosbatus) we must not think of a retreat. What your discretion holds fit to be done, I condescend to noble Martagon. Then let us meet our proud foe face to face, And with our swords and spears that right maintain, Which lately we by sword and spear did gain. DEserving friends and fellow soldiers, Now arm yourselves with Roman fortitude: First call to mind the justice of our cause, And then let each remember that true honour, Which must be valued above health and life: Consider also that we must contend, Against a tyrant and a mere usurper; A person guilty of no mean offences, Which must be justly punished by our swords. Thrice noble Rhodon, in whose noble breast True pity dwells, vouchsafe a pardon To us distressed caitiffs. I neither know what your offences are, nor yet yourselves. I am the unfortunate Poneria, That was suborned by unjust Martagon To work thy utter ruin: I did conduct the love-sick Eglantine Unto thy presence instead of Iris: I caused her to give thee a poisonous drink, Under the pretence that it was a love-potion. I have deserved to die, and crave life at your hands. And are you the grand incendiary That have so many mischiefs wrought in Thessaly? Now I remember I have seen your elvish countenance, Nor have I altogether forgot your reverent mate, Who with his personated gravity deludes the world, Being accounted a man of profound art. Acanthus, see them committed to safe custody, See you make them sure for starting. Nay worthy sir. you must away, for no entreaties can prevail. The apprehension of these wretches doth presage Auspicious fortunes to our actions; List, list, Anthophotus, our enemies are at hand, Their thundering drums warn us of their approach. we'll bid them nobly welcome then: this day will I Victorious be (I vow) or bravely die. Thy honoured resolution I commend, And take it for a sign of good success.
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Then tell him, I'me resolu'd to be a guest, More bold then welcome at his bloudy feast. I will great Martagon; and misdoubt not, But that your cheere shall be exceeding hot. Dissembling witch: how hast thou beguil'd us? What aduerse power hath crost our plot? Did'st not thou with thy deep protestatiōs force us To give strong credence to thy false relations, When thou affirm'dst that thou hadst poyson'd Rhodon. The opposition of the cursed fates Hath brought us to deseru'd confusion. Avant you hagge, abhominable sorceresse, Here I doe thee on paine of death enioyne, With that Impostor thy companion, Immediately to depart out of my Dominions. Now I accursed wretch have seene too well, That heaven will not be overrul'd by hell. How sodainly by one contrarious gust, Is all our honour tumbled into dust. Since that our brauing foe is now at hand, (Cynosbatus) we must not thinke of a retreat. What your discretion holds fit to be done, I condiscend to noble Martagon. Then let us meet our proud foe face to face, And with our swords and speares that right maintaine, Which lately we by sword and speare did gaine. DEserving friends and fellow souldiers, Now arme your selves with Romane fortitude: First call to minde the iustice of our cause, And then let each remember that true honour, Which must be valu'd above health and life: Consider also that we must contend, Against a tyrant and a meere usurper; A person guilty of no meane offences, Which must be iustly punish'd by our swords. Thrice noble Rhodon, in whose noble brest True pitty dwels, vouchsafe a pardon To us distressed Caitives. I neither know what your offencesare, nor yet yourselues. I am the unfortunate Poneria, That was suborn'd by uniust Martagon To worke thy utter ruine: I did conduct the love-sicke Eglantine Vnto thy presence instead of Iris: I caus'd her to give thee a poysonous drinke, Vnder the pretence that it was a love-potion. I have deserv'd to dye, and crave life at your hands. And are you the grand incendiary That have so many mischiefes wrought in Thessaly? Now I remember I have seen your elvish countenance, Nor have I altogether forgot your reverent mate, Who with his personated gravity deludes the world, Being accounted a man of profound art. Acanthus, see them committed to safe custody, See you make them sure for starting. Nay worthy sir. Yov must away, for no entreaties can prevaile. The apprehension of these wretches doth presage Auspicious fortunes to our actions; List, list, Anthophotus, our enemies are at hand, Their thundring drums warne us of their approach. Wee'le bid them nobly welcome then: this day will I Victorious be (I vow) or bravely dye. Thy honour'd resolution I commend, And take it for a signe of good successe.