Enter THIERRY and MARTELL. Mart. Your grace is early stirring. Whose happiness is laid up in an hour, Thy sovereign; who must owe unto thy wisdom You may have children. Lec. You may have fruitful issue. Lec. It was the fatal means first struck my blood With the cold hand of wonder, when I read it Printed upon your birth. Thi. Can there be any way unsmooth, has end So fair and good? Lec. We that behold the sad aspects of Heav'n, Leading sense-blinded men, feel grief enough To know, though not to speak their miseries. Thi. Sorrow must lose a name, where mine finds life! If not in thee, at least ease pain with speed, Lec. Then thus: ACT IV. He knows comes stealing toward him? Oh, Martell! Is't possible the longing bride, whose wishes Out-run her fears, can, on that day she's married, Consume in slumbers? or his arms rust in ease, That hears the charge, and sees the honour'd purchase Ready to gild his valour? Mine is more, The son of France, whose manly powers like prisoners Have been tied up, and fetter'd, by one death Mart. Happy woman Thi. But ten times happier Mothers of many children, and bless'd fathers, And his fair course turn right: This day Thierry, And, in the marriage, more than bless'd Ordella, That comes so near the sacrament itself, The priests doubt whether purer! Thi. I prithee let me be so! Mart. The day wears; The king and kingdom, not a private safety, Ord. A general curse Light on her heart, denies it! Thi. Full of honour! And those that have been offering early prayers, And such examples as the former ages Are now retiring homeward. Thi. Stand, and mark then! Mart. Is it the first must suffer? Thi. The first woman. Mart. What hand shall do it, sir? Thi. This hand, Martell; For who less dare presume to give the gods Mart. 'Would I were she ! For such a way to die, and such a blessing, Mart. Men, men, sir, men. Thi. The plagues of men light on 'em! They cross my hopes like hares. Who's that? [4 priest passes over. Mart. A priest, sir. Thi. 'Would he were gelt! Mart, May not these rascals serve, sir, Well hang'd and quarter'd? Thi. No. Mart. Here comes a woman. Enter ORDELLA, veiled. Thi. Stand, and behold her then! Mart. I think, a fair one. Thi. Move not, whilst I prepare her: May her peace, (Like his whose innocence the gods are pleas'd with, And, offering at their altars, gives his soul than woman, That may inherit such an infinite Were but dim shadows of, and empty figures? In any other flesh but modest woman's, Above a moderate gladness! Sir, you promise Thi. As ever time discover'd. Ord. Let it be what it may then, what it dare, I have a mind will hazard it. Or any thing that's merely ours, and mortal; We were begotten gods else: But those fears, Feeling but once the fires of nobler thoughts, Fly, like the shapes of clouds we form, to nothing. Thi. Suppose it death! Ord. I do. Desire this place? Ord. 'Tis of all sleeps the sweetest: Thi. Then you can suffer? As you propound, a greatness so near goodness, Here is a woman that dares die.-Yet, tell me, And brings a will to rob her. Thi. Tell me this then; Was there e'er woman yet, or may be found, That for fair fame, unspotted memory, For Virtue's sake, and only for itself-sake, Ord. Many dead, sir; Living, I think, as many. Thi. Say, the kingdom May from a woman's will receive a blessing, Are you a wife? Ord. I am, sir. Thi. And have children ?-- She sighs, and weeps! Ord. Oh, none, sir. Thi. Dare you venture, For a poor barren praise you ne'er shall hear, To part with these sweet hopes? Ord. With all but heav'n, And yet die full of children: He that reads me When I am ashes, is my son in wishes; And what I must do, lady. Ord. You are the king, sir, And what you do I'll suffer; and that blessing That you desire, the gods shower on the kingdom! Thi. Thus much before I strike then; for I must kill you, The gods have will'd it so: Thou'rt made the blessing Must make France young again, and me a man. Keep up your strength still nobly! Ord. Fear me not. Thi. And meet Death like a measure! Thi. Thou shalt be sainted, woman; and thy tomb Cut out in crystal, pure and good as thou art; Ord. I dare, sir. For may this work be done by common women? Mart. Where should he then seek children? In wombs ordain'd for issues; in those beauties That bless a marriage-bed, and make it procreant With kisses that conceive, and fruitful pleasures: Mine, like a grave, buries those loyal hopes, And, too, a grave it covets. Mart. You are too good, Too excellent, too honest! Rob not us, Thi. Ha! [Pulls off her veil, lets fall his sword. Your lord of such obedience, all of honour! Mart. Oh, sir, you must not do it. Thi. No, I dare not! There is an angel keeps that paradise, Ord. Strike, sir, strike! And if in my poor death fair France may merit, Thi. First, let the earth be barren, And man no more remember'd! Rise, Ordella, The nearest to thy Maker, and the purest That ever dull flesh shew'd us!-Oh, my heartstrings! [Exit. Mart. I see you full of wonder; therefore, noblest, And truest amongst women, I will tell you Ord. Amazement Has so much won upon my heart, that truly My lord has slighted me! Mart. Oh, no, sweet lady. Ord. Robb'd me of such a glory, by his pity And most unprovident respectMart. Dear lady, It was not meant to you. Ord. Else where the day is, And hours distinguish time, time runs to ages, And ages end the world, I had been spoken! * Mart. I'll tell you what it was, if but your patience Will give me hearing. Ord. If I have transgress'd, Forgive me, sir! Mart. Your noble lord was counsell'd In coveting a cruelty is not yours, A will short of your wisdom, make not error I find to what I am reserv'd, and needful: Now all good angels bless thee! oh, sweet lady! you; To ruin all you build! Would you be famous? Is that your end? Ord. I would be what I should be. Mart. Live and confirm the gods then! live and be loaden With more than olives bear, or fruitful autumn! What 'tis to die thus? how you strike the stars, But he that thought his hell here. Ord. I am counsell'd. And we will stand or fall together: For Mart. And I am glad on't; lie, I know you The journey, which we wish should never end, dare not. Ord. I never have done yet. Mart. Pray take my comfort! Was this a soul to lose? two more such women And every hour advise you; for I doubt And innocent, or guilty, we must die; Enter THIERRY and Courtiers. Lec. The king! Thi. We'll be alone. Prot. I would I had A convoy too, to bring me safe off! Whether this plot be heav'n's, or hell's your To look upon it. mother! And I will find it, if it be in mankind To search the centre of it: In the mean time, Ord. Do what's fittest; Mart. Then ever live Both able to engross all love, and give! [Exeunt. Enter BRUNHALT and PROTALDYE. Brun. I am in labour To be deliver'd of that burthenous project I have so long gone with! Ha, here's the mid-wife: Enter LECURE. Lec. If in the supposition Brun. Coward, I will meet it, And know from whence't has birth.--Son! kingly Thi. Is cheating grown so common among men, Brun. Your mother! Thi. Ha! Or are they only careful to revenge, Brun. Will you not hear me? Thi. To lose the ability to perform those duties In marking her to death, (for whom alone Of her death in whose life you die, you ask me, More than the making the head bald, or falling Or fear made him forbear to execute, Lec. If you are so resolv'd, I have provided Thus flat upon the earth, or cursing that way, and what Go, and with yours be safe; I have such cause Of grief, (nay more, to love it) that I will not Have such as these be sharers in it. Lec. Madam! Prot. Another time were better. For I must be resolv'd, and will: Be statues ! Enter MARTELL. Thi. Ay, thou art welcome; and upon my soul Thou art an honest man. Do you see! he has tears To lend to him whom prodigal expence Of sorrow has made bankrupt of such treasure! Nay, thou dost well. Mart. I would it might excuse The ill I bring along! Thi. Thou mak'st me smile I' th' heighth of my calamities: As if To the giant-body of my miseries! Made such a battery in the choicest castle That ever Nature made to defend life, That straight it shook and sunk. Thi. Stay! dares any Presume to shed a tear before me? or For her had studied a new way to sever seen, And with what willingness 'twas done! for which Would instantly make choice of one (most happy Thi. I hear this, and yet live! But try; for I will hear thee. All sit down! tis Heart! art thou thunder-proof? will nothing death To any that shall dare to interrupt him In look, gesture, or word. Mart. And such attention As is due to the last, and the best story break thee? Thi. Oh, Thou dost throw charms upon me, against which Brun. How do I remove one mischief, Thou only good man, to whom for herself Mart. Your command, that makes way |