2627Thes. Now let 'em enter, and before the gods

2628Tender their holy prayers: Let the Temples

2629Burne bright with sacred fires, and the Altars

2630In hallowed clouds commend their swelling Incense

2631To those above us: Let no due be wanting,

2633They have a noble worke in hand, will honour

2634The very powers that love 'em.

2636Per. Sir they enter.

2637Thes. You valiant and strong harted Enemies

2638You royall German foes, that this day come

2639To blow that nearenesse out that flames betweene ye;

2640Lay by your anger for an houre, and dove-like

2641Before the holy Altars of your helpers

2642(The all feard gods) bow downe your stubborne bodies,

2643Your ire is more than mortall; So your helpe be,

2644And as the gods regard ye, fight with Iustice,

2645Ile leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye

2646I part my wishes.

2647Per. Honour crowne the worthiest.

2649Pal. The glasse is running now that cannot finish

2650Till one of us expire: Thinke you but thus,

2651That were there ought in me which strove to show

2652Mine enemy in this businesse, wer't one eye

2653Against another: Arme opprest by Arme:

2654I would destroy th' offender, Coz, I would

2655Though parcell of my selfe: Then from this gather

2656How I should tender you.

2657Arc. I am in labour

2658To push your name, your auncient love, our kindred

2659Out of my memory; and i'th selfe same place

2660To seate something I would confound: So hoyst we

2661The sayles, that must these vessells port even where

2662The heavenly Lymiter pleases.

2663Pal. You speake well;

2664Before I turne, Let me embrace thee Cosen

2665This I shall never doe agen.

2666Arc. One farewell.

2667Pal. Why let it be so: Farewell Coz.

2669Arc. Farewell Sir;

2670Knights, Kinsemen, Lovers, yea my Sacrifices

2671True worshippers of Mars, whose spirit in you

2672Expells the seedes of feare, and th' apprehension

2673Which still is farther off it, Goe with me

2674Before the god of our profession: There

2675Require of him the hearts of Lyons, and

2676The breath of Tigers, yea the fearcenesse too,

2677Yea the speed also, to goe on, I meane:

2678Else wish we to be Snayles; you know my prize

2679Must be drag'd out of blood, force and great feate

2680Must put my Garland on, where she stickes

2681The Queene of Flowers: our intercession then

2682Must be to him that makes the Campe, a Cestron

2683Brymd with the blood of men: give me your aide

2684And bend your spirits towards him. They kneele.

2685Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turnd

2686Greene Nepture into purple.

2687Comets prewarne, whose havocke in vaste Feild

2688Vnearthed skulls proclaime, whose breath blowes downe,

2689The teeming Ceres foyzon, who dost plucke

2690With hand armenypotent from forth blew clowdes,

2691The masond Turrets, that both mak'st, and break'st

2692The stony girthes of Citties: me thy puple,

2693Yongest follower of thy Drom, instruct this day

2694With military skill, that to thy lawde

2695I may advance my Streamer, and by thee,

2696Be stil'd the Lord o'th day, give me great Mars

2697Some token of thy pleasure.

2701O Great Corrector of enormous times,

2702Shaker of ore-rank States, thou grand decider

2703Of dustie, and old tytles, that healst with blood

2704The earth when it is sicke, and curst the world

2705O'th pluresie of people; I doe take

2706Thy signes auspiciously, and in thy name

2707To my designe; march boldly, let us goe. Exeunt.

2710Pal. Our stars must glister with new fire, or be

2711To daie extinct; our argument is love,

2712Which if the goddesse of it grant, she gives

2713Victory too, then blend your spirits with mine,

2714You, whose free noblenesse doe make my cause

2715Your personall hazard; to the goddesse Venus

2716Commend we our proceeding, and implore

2717Her power unto our partie. Here they kneele as formerly.

2718Haile Soveraigne Queene of secrets, who hast power

2719To call the feircest Tyrant from his rage;

2720And weepe unto a Girle; that ha'st the might

2721Even with an ey-glance, to choke Marsis Drom

2722And turne th'allarme to whispers, that canst make

2723A Criple florish with his Crutch, and cure him

2724Before Apollo; that may'st force the King

2725To be his subjects vassaile, and induce

2726Stale gravitie to daunce, the pould Bachelour

2727Whose youth like wanton Boyes through Bonfyres

2728Have skipt thy flame, at seaventy, thou canst catch

2729And make him to the scorne of his hoarse throate

2730Abuse yong laies of love; what godlike power

2731Hast thou not power upon? To Phaebus thou

2732Add'st flames, hotter then his the heavenly fyres

2733Did scortch his mortall Son, thine him; the huntresse

2734All moyst and cold, some say began to throw

2735Her Bow away, and sigh: take to thy grace

2736Me thy vowd Souldier, who doe beare thy yoke

2737As t'wer a wreath of Roses, yet is heavier

2738Then Lead it selfe, stings more than Nettles;

2739I have never beene foule mouthd against thy law,

2740Nev'r reveald secret, for I knew none; would not

2741Had I kend all that were; I never practised

2742Vpon mans wife, nor would the Libells reade

2743Of liberall wits: I never at great feastes

2744Sought to betray a Beautie, but have blush'd

2745At simpring Sirs that did: I have beene harsh

2746To large Confessors, and have hotly ask'd them

2747If they had Mothers, I had one, a woman,

2748And women t'wer they wrong'd. I knew a man

2749Of eightie winters, this I told them, who

2750A Lasse of foureteene brided, twas thy power

2751To put life into dust, the aged Crampe

2752Had screw'd his square foote round,

2753The Gout had knit his fingers into knots,

2754Torturing Convulsions from his globie eyes,

2755Had almost drawne their spheeres, that what was life

2756In him seem'd torture: this Anatomie

2757Had by his yong faire pheare a Boy, and I

2758Beleev'd it was his, for she swore it was,

2759And who would not beleeve her? briefe I am

2760To those that prate and have done; no Companion

2761To those that boast and have not; a defyer

2762To those that would and cannot; a Rejoycer,

2763Yea him I doe not love, that tells close offices

2764The fowlest way, nor names concealements in

2765The boldest language, such a one I am,

2766And vow that lover never yet made sigh

2767Truer then I. O then most soft sweet goddesse

L Give

2768Give me the victory of this question, which

2769Is true loves merit, and blesse me with a signe

2770Of thy great pleasure.

2773Pal. O thou that from eleven, to ninetie raign'st

2774In mortall bosomes, whose chase is this world

2775And we in heards thy game; I give thee thankes

2776For this faire Token, which being layd unto

2777Mine innocent true heart, armes in assurance They bow.

2778My body to this businesse: Let us rise

2779And bow before the goddesse: Time comes on. Exeunt.

2787Emilia. O sacred, shadowie, cold and constant Queene,

2788Abandoner of Revells, mate contemplative,

2789Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure

2790As windefand Snow, who to thy femall knights

2791Alow'st no more blood than will make a blush,

2792Which is their orders robe. I heere thy Priest

2793Am humbled fore thine Altar, O vouchsafe

2794With that thy rare greene eye, which never yet

2795Beheld thing maculate, looke on thy virgin,

2796And sacred silver Mistris, lend thine eare

2797(Which nev'r heard scurrill terme, into whose port

2798Ne're entred wanton sound,) to my petition

2799Seasond with holy feare; This is my last

2800Of vestall office, I am bride habited,

2801But mayden harted, a husband I have pointed,

2802But doe not know him out of two, I should

2803Choose one, and pray for his successe, but I

2804Am guiltlesse of election of mine eyes,

2805Were I to loose one, they are equall precious,

2806I could doombe neither, that which perish'd should

2807Goe too't unsentenc'd: Therefore most modest Queene,

2808He of the two Pretenders, that best loves me

2809And has the truest title in't, Let him

2810Take off my wheaten Gerland, or else grant

2811The fyle and qualitie I hold, I may

2812Continue in thy Band.

2815See what our Generall of Ebbs and Flowes

2816Out from the bowells of her holy Altar

2817With sacred act advances: But one Rose,

2818If well inspird, this Battaile shal confound

2819Both these brave Knights, and I a virgin flowre

2820Must grow alone unpluck'd.

2823The flowre is falne, the Tree descends: O Mistris

2824Thou here dischargest me, I shall be gather'd,

2825I thinke so, but I know not thine owne will;

2826Vnclaspe thy Misterie: I hope she's pleas'd,

2827Her Signes were gratious.