three powers
That in our one soule are as one united:
Why should we feare then? for my selfe, I sweare, 35
Sooner shall torture be the sire to pleasure,
And health be grievous to one long time sick,
Than the deare jewell of your fame in me
Be made an out-cast to your infamy;
Nor shall my value (sacred to your vertues) 40
Onely give free course to it from my selfe,
But make it flie out of the mouths of Kings
In golden vapours, and with awfull wings.
_Tam._ It rests as all Kings seales were set in thee.
Now let us call my father, whom I sweare 45
I could extreamly chide, but that I feare
To make him so suspicious of my love,
Of which (sweet servant) doe not let him know
For all the world.
_Buss._ Alas! he will not think it.
_Tam._ Come then--ho! Father, ope and take your friend. 50
_Ascendit Frier._
_Fri._ Now, honour'd daughter, is your doubt resolv'd?
_Tam._ I, father, but you went away too soone.
_Fri._ Too soone!
_Tam._ Indeed you did; you should have stayed;
Had not your worthy friend beene of your bringing,
And that containes all lawes to temper me, 55
Not all the fearefull danger that besieged us
Had aw'd my throat from exclamation.
_Fri._ I know your serious disposition well.
Come, sonne, the morne comes on.
_Buss._ Now, honour'd mistresse,
Till farther service call, all blisse supply you! 60
_Tam._ And you this chaine of pearle, and my love onely!
_Descendit Frier and D'Amb[ois]._
It is not I, but urgent destiny
That (as great states-men for their generall end
In politique justice make poore men offend)
Enforceth my offence to make it just. 65
What shall weak dames doe, when th' whole work of Nature
Hath a strong finger in each one of us?
Needs must that sweep away the silly cobweb
Of our still-undone labours, that layes still
Our powers to it, as to the line, the stone, 70
Not to the stone, the line should be oppos'd.
We cannot keepe our constant course in vertue:
What is alike at all parts? every day
Differs from other, every houre and minute;
I, every thought in our false clock of life 75
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