A King, and No King. Beaumont Francis

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      I thank you all, now are my joyes at full, when I behold you safe, my loving Subjects; by you I grow, 'tis your united love that lifts me to this height: all the account that I can render you for all the love you have bestowed on me, all your expences to maintain my war, is but a little word, you will imagine 'tis slender paiment, yet 'tis such a word, as is not to be bought but with your bloods, 'tis Peace.

      All.

      God preserve your Majesty.

      Arb.

      Now you may live securely i'your Towns,

      Your Children round about you; may sit

      Under your Vines, and make the miseries

      Of other Kingdoms a discourse for you,

      And lend them sorrows; for your selves, you may

      Safely forget there are such things as tears,

      And you may all whose good thoughts I have gain'd,

      Hold me unworthy, where I think my life

      A sacrifice too great to keep you thus

      In such a calm estate.

      All.

      God bless your Majesty.

      Arb.

      See all good people, I have brought the man whose very name you fear'd, a captive home; behold him, 'tis Tigranes; in your heart sing songs of gladness, and deliverance.

      1 Cit.

      Out upon him.

      2 Cit.

      How he looks.

      3 Wom.

      Hang him, hang him.

      Mar.

      These are sweet people.

      Tigr.

      Sir, you do me wrong, to render me a scorned spectacle to common people.

      Arb.

      It was so far from me to mean it so: if I have ought deserv'd, my loving Subjects, let me beg of you, not to revile this Prince, in whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height, to fall beneath mine: this inspir'd with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content, be ever ready for a greater work.

      All.

      The Lord bless your Majesty.

      Tigr.

      So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of himself: I would not be so vain-glorious.

      Arb.

      If there be any thing in which I may

      Do good to any creature, here speak out;

      For I must leave you: and it troubles me,

      That my occasions for the good of you,

      Are such as call me from you: else, my joy

      Would be to spend my days among you all.

      You shew your loves in these large multitudes

      That come to meet me, I will pray for you,

      Heaven prosper you, that you may know old years,

      And live to see your childrens children sit

      At your boards with plenty: when there is

      A want of any thing, let it be known

      To me, and I will be a Father to you:

      God keep you all.

      [ Flourish. Exeunt Kings and their Train.

      All.

      God bless your Majesty, God bless your Majesty.

      1.

      Come, shall we go? all's done.

      Wom.

      I for God sake, I have not made a fire yet.

      2.

      Away, away, all's done.

      3.

      Content, farewel Philip.

      1 Cit.

      Away you halter-sack you.

      2.

      Philip will not fight, he's afraid on's face.

      Phil.

      I marry am I afraid of my face.

      3.

      Thou wouldst be Philip if thou sawst it in a glass; it looks so like a Visour.

      [Exeunt 2., 3., and Woman.

      1 Cit.

      You'l be hang'd sirra: Come Philip walk before us homewards; did not his Majesty say he had brought us home Pease for all our money?

      2 Cit.

      Yes marry did he.

      1 Cit.

      They're the first I heard of this year by my troth, I longed for some of 'em: did he not say we should have some?

      2 Cit.

      Yes, and so we shall anon I warrant you have every one a peck brought home to our houses.

      Actus Tertius

      Enter Arbaces and Gobrias.

      Arb.

      My Sister take it ill?

      Gob.

      Not very ill.

      Something unkindly she does take it Sir to have

      Her Husband chosen to her hands.

      Arb.

      Why Gobrias let her, I must have her know, my will and not her own must govern her: what will she marry with some slave at home?

      Gob.

      O she is far from any stubbornness, you much mistake her, and no doubt will like where you would have her, but when you behold her, you will be loth to part with such a jewel.

      Arb.

      To part with her? why Gobrias, art thou mad? she is my Sister.

      Gob.

      Sir, I know she is: but it were pity to make poor our Land, with such a beauty to enrich another.

      Arb.

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