GIO. Ye are not worth my breath, Else I should curse you; but I must weep, Not that I part from thee, unthankful Spain, But my Evadne: well, it must be so: Heart, keep thy still tough temper, spite of woe. [_Exit._ MACH. My house shall be your prison. Attend 'em, colonel. [_Exeunt_ RAYMOND, PHILIPPA, ALERZO, FULGENTIO, PANDOLPHO, GIOVANNO,[24] &c. _Manent_ TAILORS. FUL. Please you walk. 1ST. TAI. My servant banish'd? 3D TAI. Famish'd, master? nay, faith, and a tailor come to be famish'd, 'tis a hard world: no bread in this world here, ho, to save the renown'd corpse of a tailor from famishing! 'Tis no matter for drink: give me bread. 2D TAI. Thou hast a gut would swallow a peck-loaf. 3D TAI. Ay, marry would it with vantage; I tell truth, and, as the proverb says, shame the devil; if our hell afford a devil, but I see none, unless he appear in a delicious remnant of nim'd satin, and, by my faith, that's a courteous devil that suffers the brokers to hang him in their ragged wardrobe; and used to sell his devilship for money: I tell truth. A tailor, and lie? faith, I scorn that. 1ST TAI. Leave your discovery. 3D TAI. Master, a traveller, you know, is famous for lying; and having travelled as far as hell, may not I make description of the unknown land? 1ST TAI. My brain is busy, Sebastiano must not tread an unknown land to find a grave. Unfortunate Sebastiano! First to lose thyself in a disguise, unfitting for thy birth, and then thy country for thy too much valour: There's danger in being virtuous in this age Led by those sinful actors; the plunged stage Of this vice-bearing world would headlong fall, But charitable virtue bears up all. I must invent: I ha't so:-- As he's a tailor, he is banish'd Spain, As Sebastiano, 'tis revok'd again. [_Exit cum suis._ _Enter_ MACHIAVEL _solus_. MACH. How subtle are my springes! they take all With what swift speed unto my chaffy bait Do all fowls fly unto their hasty ruin? Clap, clap your wings and flutter, greedy fools, Whilst I laugh at your folly; I have a wire Set for the Moor and his ambitious consort; Which if my wife would second, they are sure. _Enter_ AURISTELLA. AUR. What must she second? MACH. Art thou there, my love? We're in a path that leads us to a height, We may confront the sun, and with a breath Extinguish common stars; be but thou rul'd, The light, that does create day to this city, Must be deriv'd from us. AUR. You fire my soul, And to my airy wings add quicker feathers: What task would not I run to be call'd queen? Did the life-blood of all our family, Father and mother, stand as a quick wall To stop my passage to a throne, I'd with a poignard ope their azure veins, And squeeze their active blood up into clods, Till they become as cold as winter's snow; And as a bridge upon their trunks I'd go. MACH. Our souls are twins, and thirst with equal heat For deity: kings are in all things gods, Saving mortality.