_Bellina_. Forefend it Heaven! Last time you sat by me within my bower I told you of a Pallace wall'd with gold. _Hub_. I doe remember it. _Bellina_. The floore of sparkling Diamonds, and the roofe Studded with Stanes shining as bright as fire. _Hub_. True. _Bellina_. And I told you one day I would shew you A path should bring you thither. _Hub_. You did indeed. _Bellina_. And will you now neglect a lease of this To lye in a cold field, a field of murder? Say thou shouldst kill ten thousand Christians; They goe but as Embassadors to Heaven To tell thy cruelties, and on yon Battlements They all will stand on rowes, laughing to see Thee fall into a pit as bottomlesse As the Heavens are in extension infinite. _Hub_. More, prethee, more: I had forgot this Musick. _Bellina_. Say thou shouldst win the day, yet art thou lost, For ever lost; an everlasting slave Though thou com'st home a laurel'd Conqueror. You courted me to love you; now I woe thee To love thy selfe, to love a thing within thee More curious than the frame of all this world, More lasting than this Engine o're our heads, Whose wheeles have mov'd so many thousand yeeres: This thing is thy soule, for which I woe thee. _Hub_. Thou woest, I yeeld, and in that yeelding love thee, And for that love Ile be the Christians guide: I am their Captaine, come, both _Goth_ and _Vandall_; Nay, come the King, I am the Christians Generall. _Bellina_. Not yet, till your Commission be faire drawne; Not yet, till on your brow you beare the Print Of a rich golden seale. _Hub_. Get me that seale, then. _Bellina_. There is an _Aqua fortis_ (an eating water) Must first wash off thine infidelity, And then th'art arm'd. _Hub_. O let me, then, be arm'd. _Bellina_. Thou shalt; But on thy knees thou gently first shall sweare To put no Armour on but what I beare. _Hub_. By this chaste clasping of our hands I sweare. _Bellina_. We then thus hand in hand will fight a battaile Worth all the pitch-fields, all the bloody banquets, The slaughter and the massacre of Christians, Of whom such heapes so quickly never fell. Brave onset! be thy end not terrible. _Hub_. This kindled fire burne in us, till as deaths slaves Our bodies pay their tributes to their graves. [_Exeunt_. (SCENE 2.) _Enter Clowne and two Pagans_. _Clown_. Come, fellow Pagans; death meanes to fare well to-day, for he is like to have rost-meate to his supper, two principal dishes; many a knight keepes a worse Table: first, a brave Generall Carbonadoed[165], then a fat Bishop broyl'd, whose Rochet[166] comes in fryed for the second course, according to the old saying, _A plumpe greazie Prelate fries a fagot daintily_. 1 _Pag_. Oh! the Generall _Bellizarius_ for my money; hee has a fiery Spirit, too; hee will roast soakingly within and without.