_Vic_. Oh, take heed, my Lord; It is no warring against heavenly Powers Who can command their Conquest when they please. They can forbeare the Gyants that throw stones, And smile upon their follies; but when they frowne Their angers fall downe perpendicular And strike their weake Opposer into nothing: The Thunder tells us so. _Belliz_. Pray leave me all; I shall have company When you are gone, enough to fill the roome. _Vic_. The holiest powers give thee their best direction. [_Exeunt: Manet Bellizarius_. _Belliz_. What power is that can fortifie a man To ioy in death, since all we can expect Is but fruition of the ioyes of life? If Christians hoped not to become immortall Why should they seeke for death? O, then instruct me some Divine power; Thou that canst give the sight unto the blind, Open my blind iudgement _Thunder: Enter an Angel_. That I may see a way to happinesse. Ha, this is a dreadfull answer; this may chide The relapse in my blood that 'gins to faint From[138] further persecution of these people. Oh shall I backe and double tyranny? (_Thunder_.) A louder threat[e]ning! oh mould these voyces Into articulate words, that I may know Thy meaning better. Shall I quench the flames Of blood and vengeance, and my selfe become A penetrable Christian? my life lay downe Amongst their sufferings? (_Musicke_.) Ha, these are sweet tunes. _Ang_. _Bellizarius_! _Belliz_. It names me, too. _Ang_. Sheath up thy cruelty; no more pursue In bloody forrage these oppressed Christians, For now the Thunder will take their part. Remaine in peace and Musicke is thy banquet, Or thy selfe number 'mongst their martyring groanes And thou art numbred with these blessed ones. _Belliz_. What heavenly voyce is this? shall my eares onely Be blest with raptures, not mine eyes enioy The sight of that Celestiall presence From whence these sweet sounds come? _Ang_. Yes, thou shalt see; nay, then, 'tis lost agen. (_Bel. kneeles_.) Rise; this is enough; be constant Souldier: Thy heart's a Christian, to death persever And then enioy the sight of Angels ever. [_Exit_. _Belliz_. Oh, let me flye into that happy place. Prepare your tortures now, you scourge of Christians, For _Bellizarius_ the Christians torturer; Centuple all that I have ever done; Kindle the fire and hacke at once with swords; Teare me by piece-meales, strangle, and extend My every limbe and ioynt; nay, devise more Than ever did my bloody Tyrannies. Oh let me ever lose the sight of men That I may see an Angell once agen. [_Exit_. _Actus Secundus_. (SCENE I.) _Enter Hubert and Damianus_. _Hub_. For[139] looke you, _Damianus_, though _Henricke_, now king, did in the battaile well and _Bellizarius_ enough for a Generall, did not I tell 'em home? _Dam_. I heard it.