_Ter._ Now King I enter, now the Sceane is mine, My tongue is tipt with poison; know who speakes, |2360| And looke into my thoughts; I blush not King, To call thee Tyrant: death hath set my face, And made my bloud bolde; heare me spirits of men, And place your eares vpon your hearts; the day (The fellow to this night) saw her and me, |2365| Shake hands together: for the booke of heauen, Made vs eternall friends: thus, _Man and Wife_, This man of men (the King) what are not kings? Was my chiefe guest, my royall guest, his Grace Grac’d all the Table, and did well become |2370| The vpper end, where sate my Bride: in briefe, He tainted her chaste eares; she yet vnknowne, His breath was treason, tho his words were none. Treason to her and me, he dar’d me then, (Vnder the couert of a flattering smile,) |2375| To bring her where she is, not as she is, Aliue for lust, not dead for (Chastity: The resolution of my soule, out-dar’d,) I swore and taxt my faith with a sad oath; Which I maintaine; heere take her, she was mine, |2380| When she was liuing, but now dead, she’s thine. _Kin._ Doe not confound me quite; for mine owne guilt, Speakes more within me then thy tongue containes; Thy sorrow is my shame: yet heerein springs, Ioy out of sorrow, boldnes out of shame; |2385| For I by this haue found, once in my life, A faithfull subiect, thou a constant wife. _Cæl._ A constant wife. _Kin._ Am I confounded twice? Blasted with wonder. |2390| _Ter._ O delude we not, Thou art too true to liue agen, too faire To be my Cælestine, too constant farre To be a woman. _Cæl._ Not to be thy wife, |2395| But first I pleade my duetie, and salute The world agen. _Sir quin._ My King, my Sonne, know all, I am an Actor in this misterie, And beare the chiefest part. The Father I, |2400| Twas I that ministred to her chaste bloud, A true somniferous potion, which did steale Her thoughts to sleepe, and flattered her with death: I cal’d it a quick poison’d drug, to trie The Bride-groomes loue, and the Brides constancie. |2405| He in the passion of his loue did fight, A combat with affection; so did both, She for the poison stroue, he for his oath: Thus like a happie Father, I haue won, A constant Daughter, and a louing Sonne. |2410| _Kin._ Mirrour of Maidens, wonder of thy name, I giue thee that art giuen, pure, chaste, the same Heere Wat: I would not part (for the worlds pride) So true a Bride-groome, and so chaste a Bride. _Cri._ My Leige, to wed a Comicall euent, |2415| To presupposed tragicke Argument: Vouchsafe to exercise your eyes, and see A humorous dreadfull Poet take degree. _Kin._ Dreadfull in his proportion or his pen? _Cris._ In both, he calles himselfe the whip of men.