KING. Can you say so? EVAD. Sir, she has spoke my meaning. KING. Friend, what are those beauties call'd. [_Aside._ O. TAI. Your grace's pardon. KING. Are they oracle, or is the knowledge fatal? But that I know thy faith, this denial Would conjure a suspicion in my breast; Use thy prerogative; 'tis thy own house, In which you are a king, and I your guest. Come, ladies. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ ANTONIO _disguised like a physician_. ANT. This habit will do well, and less suspected; Wrapp'd i' this cover lives a kingdom's plague; They kill with licence; Machi'vel's proud dame, 'Tis famed, is sick: upon my soul, howe'er Her health may be, the aguish commons cry; She's a disease they groan for: this disguise Shall sift her ebon soul, and if she be Infectious, like a megrim or rot limb, The sword of justice must divide the joint That holds her to the state-endanger'd body-- She comes. _Enter_ MACHIAVEL, AURISTELLA _leaning on his arm, with two Servants_. MACH. Look up, my Auristella; Better the sun forsake his course to bless With his continuing beams th' Antipodes, And we grovel for ever in eternal night, Than death eclipse thy rich and stronger light. Seek some physician: horror to my soul! She faints; I'd rather lose the issue of my hopes Than Auristella. ANT. Issue of his hopes? strange!-- [_Aside._ MACH. The crown's enjoyment can yield no content Without the presence of my Auristella. ANT. Crown's enjoyment! O villain! MACH. Why stir you not? fetch me some skilful man, My kingdom shall reward him; if his art Chain her departing soul unto her flesh But for a day, till she be crown'd a queen: Fly, bring him unto this walk. ANT. Stay, Most honoured count--now for a forged link Of flattery to chain me to his love. [_Aside._ Having with studious care gone o'er the art Folly terms magic, which more sublime souls Skill'd i' the stars know is above that mischief, I find you're born to be 'bove vulgar greatness, Even to a throne: but stay, let's fetch this lady. MACH. All greatness without her is slavery. ANT. Use modest violence. AUR. O! ANT. Stand wider, give her air. MACH. God-like physician, I and all that's mine, Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice. ANT. Forfend it, goodness; I--nay all, Ere many hours [do] make the now young day A type of sparkling youth, shall on their knees Pray for your highness. MACH. Look up, my Auristella, and be great; Rise with the sun, but never to decline. AUR. What have you done? MACH. Wak'd thee to be a queen. AUR. A queen! O, don't dissemble; you have robb'd me Of greater pleasure than the fancied bliss Elysium owns: O, for a pleasure real, that Would appear in all unto my dream: that I may Frown, and then kill: smile, and create again. Were there a hell, as doating age would have, To fright from lawless courses heedless youth: For such a short-liv'd happiness as that I would be lost unto eternity.