Scene HT THE SW/SSER

Against her will, pluckt from mee? O, my tamenes.

When thou dost hood thy selfe at such a sight,

Maist thou ne're looke abroad more ! Were there dancfers,

Heauy, and waighty ones, coming vpon mee, 85

And I their Center, I wo'd beare em all,

Rather then suffer it.

King. You show your loue To her, but not to mee; a strangers power Preuailes aboue myne. I had thought, Arioldus, My fauors had bene better plact; this suits not 90

With your large protestations.

Ariol. Yes, aswell As your faire promises, when to my greife I left the quiet of a life, this Breast Shall ne're inioy agen; your words desolu'd mee, Supled my stubborne hart, then; nay, I feele 95

The opperation yet. Would myne wo'd worke The like effects on you ! Command mee something That honor may make way to, and Tie signe Th'assurance with my Blood; but thus to serue you Ignobles both.

King. Faith, lett mee haue her Cusse, too

rie pleasure thee another tyme; 'tis nothing; You may aswell do't ! l' le not be vnthankful.

Ariol. O whether wilt thou lead mee. Passion! If I should giue thee raine? Wild Sauages Whose burnt veines swell with the Meridian heat, 105

Hold better temper. 1 am almost lost,

42 THE SWISSER Act II

Lost to Religion, Reason, all good men;

Encompasse mee, some gardian Power, that I

May sooner lep into a Sea of Ice,

To quench myne Anger, then my Rebell hand no

Should strike at Maiestie! You find what Power

You haue in mee. Sir.

King, rie not dally longer; Shee shall go wi' mee.

Ariol. Y^ou must come through mee first; Make this your way, I'le not resist; and when This Bulworke is throwne downe, her Innocence 115

Will raise a thousand more, which all the lust You can imploy shall neuer rase.

King. You wrong mee.

And falcely toe : I loue the maid. Stand by. There is no other way to shun myne Anger; For you may sooner calme the incensed waues, 120

When the rude winds breake loose, or striue with Heauen, When a Prodigious Comett houers o're yee That threatens Ruine : I haue lost my temper; Dally not with my vengeance; by the Soule Of her thou louest most, I will come through thee elce — 125

[Draws.']

Ariol. I feare yee not.

King, [making a pass at Arioldus\ Haue att thee then —

[Enter'] evrinia.

Euri. [to the King]. O hold, Sir — •

[To Ariol.] Noble Arioldus! [To a^e King.] Royall Sir! fixe

heere Your hungry sword; lett a poore Virgins teares Calme this lowd Tempest. [To Ariol.] 'Twas vnkindly done 129 To venture so for mee — [To the King]. My Lord ! My Lord ! Are his braue actions, which are bleeding fresh In Euery Memory, quite lost in yours?

O, it wo'd breake a hart of flint, to thinke That asmuch Valor as a Man can boast of Submitts it selfe to blowes. See, how hee stands 135

Struck with your anger; where wee do expect A freindship, there a frowne doth strike the Sou le No Steele can wound worse; you haue peirct a hart, With your vnkindnes, that was truly yours : Heale it agen, great Sir.

King. Faire maid, I loue thee. 140

Those Eyes of thine cal'd vp this anger in mee; Thy beauty best becomes a Royall Court. I haue a Sister there will vse thee nobly; Come thou with mee, I promise thee all honor.

Euri. I am his Captiue, Sir — {Aside) O wretched Maid, 145 Crost in thy fortunes still ! If I refuse him. Thee king is Irefull, and I pull a Death Certaine as fate vpon my noble Freind; And If I goe with him, then all my Suff rings Are to begin agen. What shall I doe — 150

[To Arioldus.] Will you goe too?

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Ariol. Where you please, for my life Onely attends your safetie.

Euri. Then Tie goe, Though much against my Mind. O mightye Sir, How can you looke vpon such Noblenes, But with an Eye of Goodnes? Wee'le go wi' yee; Lett all strife end heere.

King. Cousin —

ArtoL O my Lord —

King. No more ! Wee shalbee dearer by this Discorde.

Exeunt Omnes.

ACTVS TERTIVS

SCiENA PRIMA

[A Street, before the House of Clephis.'\

[Enter'] alcidonvs [and] boy.

HIS is her Window ! But the Infant Morne, From Nights black wombe, appeaies but now. Selina !

I feare to wake thee; thou more glorious Light, Vp, from that Sphere, thy bed, and make the Day The brighter by thyne Eyes. Begin the song, Boy.