|2125| _Ter._ They’re men of hell. An oath? why tis the trafficke of the soule, Tis law within a man; the seale of faith, The bond of euery conscience; vnto whom, We set our thoughts like hands: yea, such a one |2130| I swore, and to the King: A King containes A thousand thousand; when I swore to him, I swore to them; the very haires that guard His head, will rise vp like sharpe witnesses Against my faith and loyalty: his eye |2135| Would straight condemne me: argue oathes no more, My oath is high, for to the King I swore. _Enter_ Sir Quintilian _with the cup._ _Cæ._ Must I betray my Chastity? So long Cleane from the treason of rebelling lust; |2140| O husband! O my Father! if poore I, Must not liue chast, then let me chastly dye. _S. qui._ I, heer’s a charme shall keep thee chaste, come, come, Olde Time hath left vs but an houre to play Our parts; begin the Sceane, who shall speake first? |2145| Oh, I, I play the King, and Kings speake first; Daughter stand thou heere, thou Sonne Terrill there, O thou standst well, thou lean’st against a poast, (For thou’t be posted off I warrant thee:) The King will hang a horne about thy necke, |2150| And make a poast of thee; you stand well both, We neede no Prologue, the King entring first, He’s a most gracious Prologue: mary then For the Catastrophe, or Epilogue, Ther’s one in cloth of Siluer, which no doubt, |2155| Will please the hearers well, when he steps out; His mouth is fil’d with words: see where he stands; He’ll make them clap their eyes besides their hands. But to my part; suppose who enters now, A King, whose eyes are set in Siluer; one |2160| That blusheth golde, speakes Musicke, dancing walkes, Now gathers neerer takes thee by the hand, When straight thou thinkst, the very Orbe of heauen, Mooues round about thy fingers, then he speakes, Thus--thus--I know not how. |2165| _Cæl._ Nor I to answer him. _Sir Quint._ No girle? knowst thou not how to answer him? Why then the field is lost, and he rides home, Like a great conquerour; not answer him? Out of thy part already? foylde the Sceane? |2170| Disranckt the lynes? disarm’d the action? _Ter._ Yes yes, true chastity is tongu’d so weake, Tis ouer-come ere it know how to speake. _Sir qui._ Come, come, thou happy close of euery wrong, Tis thou that canst dissolue the hardest doubt; |2175| Tis time for thee to speake, we are all out. Daughter, and you the man whom I call Sonne, I must confesse I made a deede of gift; To heauen and you, and gaue my childe to both: When on my blessing I did charme her soule, |2180| In the white circle of true Chastity, Still to run true, till death: now Sir if not, She forfeyts my rich blessing, and is Fin’d With an eternall cursse; then I tell you, She shall dye now, now whilst her soule is true. |2185| _Ter._ Dye? _Cæl._ I, I am deaths eccho.