nd yet (sweet man) even then
His spirits convulsions made him bound againe 35
Past all their reaches; till, all motion spent,
His fixt eyes cast a blaze of such disdaine,
All stood and star'd, and untouch'd let him lie,
As something sacred fallen out of the skie. _A cry within._
O now some rude hand hath laid hold on him! 40
_Enter Maillard, Chalon leading Clermont, Captaines and
Souldiers following._
See, prisoner led, with his bands honour'd more
Then all the freedome he enjoy'd before.
_Mail._ At length wee have you, sir.
_Clermont._ You have much joy too;
I made you sport. Yet, but I pray you tell mee,
Are not you perjur'd?
_Mail._ No: I swore for the King. 45
_Cler._ Yet perjurie, I hope, is perjurie.
_Mail._ But thus forswearing is not perjurie.
You are no politician: not a fault,
How foule soever, done for private ends,
Is fault in us sworne to the publike good: 50
Wee never can be of the damned crew;
Wee may impolitique our selves (as 'twere)
Into the kingdomes body politique,
Whereof indeede we're members; you misse termes.
_Cler._ The things are yet the same. 55
_Mail._ Tis nothing so; the propertie is alter'd:
Y'are no lawyer. Or say that othe and othe
Are still the same in number, yet their species
Differ extreamely, as, for flat example,
When politique widowes trye men for their turne, 60
Before they wed them, they are harlots then,
But when they wed them, they are honest women:
So private men, when they forsweare, betray,
Are perjur'd treachers, but being publique once,
That is, sworne-married to the publique good-- 65
_Cler._ Are married women publique?
_Mail._ Publique good;
For marriage makes them, being the publique good,
And could not be without them: so I say
Men publique, that is, being sworne-married
To the good publique, being one body made 70
With the realmes body politique, are no more
Private, nor can be perjur'd, though forsworne,
More then a widow married, for the act
Of generation is for that an harlot,
Because for that shee was so, being unmarried: 75
An argument _a paribus_
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