Kings and rulers -- Drama; Revenge -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
_Mel_. Royal young man, whose tears look lovely on thee;
Had they been shed for a deserving one,
They had been lasting monuments. Thy Brother,
Whil'st he was good, I call'd him King, and serv'd him
With that strong faith, that most unwearied valour;
Pul'd people from the farthest Sun to seek him;
And by his friendship, I was then his souldier;
But since his hot pride drew him to disgrace me,
And brand my noble actions with his lust,
(That never cur'd dishonour of my Sister,
Base stain of Whore; and which is worse,
The joy to make it still so) like my self;
Thus have I flung him off with my allegiance,
And stand here mine own justice to revenge
What I have suffered in him; and this old man
Wrong'd almost to lunacy.
_Cal_. Who I? you'd draw me in: I have had no wrong,
I do disclaim ye all.
_Mel_. The short is this;
'Tis no ambition to lift up my self,
Urgeth me thus; I do desire again
To be a subject, so I may be freed;
If not, I know my strength, and will unbuild
This goodly Town; be speedy, and be wise, in a reply.
_Strat_. Be sudden Sir to tie
All again; what's done is past recal,
And past you to revenge; and there are thousands
That wait for such a troubled hour as this;
Throw him the blank.
_Lis_. _Melantius_, write in that thy choice,
My Seal is at it.
_Mel_. It was our honour drew us to this act,
Not gain; and we will only work our pardon.
_Cal_. Put my name in too.
_Diph_. You disclaim'd us but now, _Calianax_.
_Cal_. That's all one;
I'le not be hanged hereafter by a trick;
I'le have it in.
_Mel_. You shall, you shall;
Come to the back gate, and we'l call you King,
And give you up the Fort.
_Lis_. Away, away.
[_Exeunt Omnes_.
_Enter_ Aspatia _in mans apparel_.
_Asp_. This is my fatal hour; heaven may forgive
My rash attempt, that causelesly hath laid
Griefs on me that will never let me rest:
And put a Womans heart into my brest;
It is more honour for you that I die;
For she that can endure the misery
That I have on me, and be patient too,
May live, and laugh at all that you can do.
God save you Sir.
[_Enter Servant_.
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