_Theod._ I must grant Your reason[s] good (_Martell_) if as she is My mother, she had been my subject, or That only here she could make challenge to A place of Being; But I know her temper And fear (if such a word become a King,) That in discovering her, I have let lo[o]se A Tygress, whose rage being shut up in darkness, Was grievous only to her self; Which brought Into the view of light, her cruelty, Provok'd by her own shame, will turn on him That foolishly presum'd to let her see The loath'd shape of her own deformitie. _Mart._ Beasts of that nature, when rebellious threats Begin to appear only in their eyes, Or any motion that may give suspition Of the least violence should be chain'd up; Their fangs and teeth, and all their means of hurt, Par'd off, and knockt out, and so made unable To do ill; They would soon begin to loath it. I'll apply nothing: but had your Grace done, Or would doe yet, what your less forward zeal In words did only threaten, far less danger Would grow from acting it on her, than may Perhaps have Being from her apprehension Of what may once be practis'd: For believe it, Who confident of his own power, presumes To spend threats on an enemy, that hath means To shun the worst they can effect, gives armor To keep off his own strength; Nay more, disarms Himself, and lyes unguarded 'gainst all harms, Or doubt, or malice may produce. _Theod._ 'Tis true. And such a desperate cure I would have us'd, If the intemperate patient had not been So near me as a mother; but to her, And from me gentle unguents only were To be appli'd: and as physitians When they are sick of fevers, eat themselves Such viands as by their directions are Forbid to others though alike diseas'd; So she considering what she is, may challenge Those cordialls to restore her, by her birth, And priviledge, which at no suit must be Granted to others. _Mart._ May your pious care Effect but what it aim'd at, I am silent. _Enter Devitry._ _Theod._ What laught you at Sir? _Vitry._ I have some occasion, I should not else; And the same cause perhaps That makes me do so, may beget in you A contrary effect. _Theod._ Why, what's the matter? _Vitry._ I see and joy to see that sometimes poor men, (And most of [such] are good) stand more indebted For [meanes] to breathe to such as are held vitious, Than those that wear, like Hypocrites on their foreheads, Th'ambitious titles of just men and vertuous. _Mart._ Speak to the purpose.