Give us what no man here is master of : Breath . Leave us pray , my father Cardinal Can by the physic of philosophy Set all again in order . Leave us pray . As with a ship Now beat with storms , now safe . The storms are vanished And having you my Pilot , I not only See shore , but harbour ; I to you will open The book of a black sin , deep printed in me . Oh father , my disease lies in my soul . Yes that , it festers inwards . For though I have a beauty to my bed That even creation envies at , as wanting Stuff to make such another , yet on her pillow I lie by her , but an adulterer , And she as an adulteress . She is my queen And wife , yet but my strumpet though the church Set on the seal of marriage . Good Onaelia , Niece to our Lord High Constable of Spain Was precontracted mine . I confess it . Even Troy , though she has wept her eyes out , Would find tears to wail my kingdom 's ruins . She has that contract written , sealed by you , And other churchmen witnesses unto it . A kingdom should be given for that paper . ‘ Tis my soul 's aim To tie it upon a faster knot . Oh I know I wrestle with a lioness . To imprison her And force her to it , I dare not . Death ! What King Did ever say ‘ I dare not ’ ? I must have it ; A bastard have I by her , and that cock Will have , I fear , sharp spurs , if he crow after Him that trod for him . Something must be done Both to the hen and the chicken . Haste you therefore To sad Onaelia , tell her I 'm resolved To give my new hawk bells , and let her fly . My Queen , I 'm weary of , and her will marry . To this , our text , add you what gloss you please ; The secret drifts of kings are depthless seas . Leave us . ‘ Tis granted , do . But stay , what mean these emblems of distress ? My picture so defaced , opposed against A holy cross ! Room hung in black , and you Dressed like chief mourner at a funeral ? But who has played the tyrant with me thus , And with such dangerous spite abused my picture ? And wished it had been I . I will descend and cease to be a King , To leave my judging part , freely confessing Thou canst not give thy wrongs too ill a name . And here to make thy apprehension full , And seat thy reason in a sound belief I vow tomorrow , ere the rising sun Begins his journey , with all ceremonies Due to the Church , to seal our nuptials , To prive < 8 > thy son with full consent of state , Spain 's heir apparent , born in wedlock 's vows . By this I swear . Why then , by this . This way for her , the contract which thou hast , By best advice of all our Cardinals , Today shall be enlarged till it be made Past all dissolving . Then to our council table Shall she be called , that read aloud , she told The church commands her quick return for Florence With such a dower as Spain received with her , And that they will not hazard heaven 's dire curse To yield to a match unlawful , which shall taint The issue of the King with bastardy . This done , in state majestic come you forth , Our new crowned Queen in sight of all our peers . Are you resolved ? And will keep it . Deliver up the contract then , that I May make this day end with thy misery . ‘ Tis in the lion 's paw , and who dares snatch it ? Now to your beads and crucifix again . Pray there may come Embassadors from France Their followers are good customers . ‘ Twill raise the price , being the King 's mistress . Away bold strumpet ! Call and try , here 's a whore 's curse To fall in that belief , which her sins nurse . My Balthazar ! Let us make haste to meet thee . How art thou altered ? Do you not know him ? Half turned Moor ! I 'll honour thee , reach him a chair , that table And now , Aeneas-like , let thine own trumpet Sound forth thy battle with those slavish Moors . On to the battle . This satisfies my eye , but now my ear Must have his music too . Describe the battle . So . A pitched field , quickly fought . Our hand is thine , And because thou shalt not murmur that thy blood Was lavished forth for an ungrateful man , Demand what we can give thee and ‘ tis thine . ‘ Tis thine , rise soldier 's best accord When wounds of wrong are healed up by the sword . Onaelia knocks loudly at the door . What woman 's voice is that ? Bar out that fiend . Keep her from following me . A guard . Let a quick summons call our Lords together , This disease kills me . Forebear us , but see the doors are well guarded . Yes , I will , take it , speak any thing , ‘ tis pardoned . What kingdom ? Wherein ? Ha , ha , ha ! Any more ? Nay , spit thy venom . No more . The barber that draws out a lion 's tooth Curseth his trade ; and so shalt thou . Because you have beaten a few base-born moors , Me think'st thou to chastise ? What is past I pardon , Because I made the key to unlock thy railing ; But if thou dar'st once more be so untuned I 'll sent thee to the galleys . Who are without there , How now ? Yes , yes , I am , but ‘ tis no point of weapon Can rescue me . Go presently and summon All our chief Grandees , Cardinals , and Lords Of Spain to meet in Council instantly . We called you forth to execute a business Of another strain -  but ‘ tis no matter now . Thou diest when next thou furrowest up our brow . I find my sceptre shaken by enchantments Charactered in this parchment , which to unloose , I 'll practice only counter-charms of fire , And blow the spells of lightening into smoke : Fetch burning tapers . Art frantic ? If I be , Then here 's my first mad fit . Reach the flames : Grandees and Lords of Spain be witness all What here I cancel . Read , do you know this bond ? Marquis Daenia We 'll lend that tongue , when this no more can speak . I am deaf , Played the full concert of the spheres unto me Upon their loudest strings -  so burn that witch Who would dry up the tree of all Spain 's glories , But that I purge her sorceries by fire . Troy lies in cinders . Let your Oracles Now laugh at me if I have been deceived By their ridiculous riddles . Why , good father , Now you may freely chide , why was your zeal Ready to burst in showers to quench our fury ? Th'art mad ex tempore : What eye ? Which is that wound ? Oil to blood shall turn , I 'll lose a limb before the heart shall mourn . The presence door be guarded , let none enter On forfeit of your lives , without our knowledge . Oh you are false physicians all unto me , You bring me poison , but no antidotes . Prithee , no more . Thunder aloud . Who ! Who dares once but think so in his dream ? Be cursed he and his faction . Oh how I labour For these preventions ! But so cross is fate My ills are ne'r hid from me , but their cures . What 's to be done ? Ha ! I shall be massacred in this their spleen , Ere I have time to guard myself . I feel The fire already falling . Where 's our guard ? Let them be doubled . I am full of thoughts , A thousand wheels toss my incertain fears , There is a storm in my hot boiling brains , Which rises without wind . A horrid one . What clamour 's that ? Thou desperate fellow , thus press in upon us ! Is murder all the story we shall read ? What King can stand , when thus his subjects bleed ? What has thou done ? Played even the wolf , And from a fold committed to my charge , Stolen and devoured one of the flock . I would not have thy sin scored on my head For all the Indian Treasury . I prithee tell me , Suppose thou had'st our pardon , oh can that cure Thy wounded conscience , can there my pardon help thee ? Yet having deserved well both of Spain and us , We will not pay thy worth with loss of life , But banish thee for ever . No more . We banish thee our court and Kingdom . A King that fosters men so dipped in blood , May be called merciful , but never good . Be gone upon thy life . For thee , Paulina , swell my troubled thoughts Like billows beaten by two warring winds . Instruct me how . Where 's the instrument ? He 's banished . His spirit is hot And rugged , but so honest that his soul Will never turn devil to do it . Be happy in thy workings , I obey . Balthazar , Come hither , listen . Whatsoe'er our Queen Has importuned thee to touching Onaelia Niece to the Constable , and her young son , My voice shall second it , and sign her promise . That . So . Any way , so ‘ tis done . Pen , ink and paper . Thou shalt have my pardon . Yes , any thing dear Balthazar . Chide him not . That song no more . Do this and I will make thee a great man . Farewell . Be confident and sudden . A Private room , Exeunt , King and Balthazar remain I'st done ? Hast drawn thy two-edged sword out yet ? No , no I see it . How ? Put up -  so -  how ? So what of that ? Was this all ? Conscience ! What 's that ? A conjuring book ne'r opened Without the reader 's danger . ‘ Tis indeed A scarecrow set i'th world to frighten weak fools . Hast thou seen fields paved o'er with carcasses , Now to be tender-footed , not to tread On a boy 's mangled quarters , and a woman 's ! No more . Here comes a satyr with sharp horns . A Frenchman ? Cannot he speak the Spanish ? What is the tune you strike up , touch the string . Onaelia . Speak low . Thou namest ten thousand Crowns , I 'll treble them Rid me of this leprosy . Thy name ? Shall I a second wheel add to this mischief To set it faster going ? If one break , T'other may keep his motion . Balthazar . To give thy sword an edge again , this Frenchman Shall whet thee on , that if thy pistol fail , Or poniard , this can send the poison home . And more to arm your resolution , I 'll tune this Churchman so , that he shall chime In sounds harmonious , merit to that man Whose hand has but a finger in that act . Holy father , You must give pardon to me in unlocking A cave stuffed full with serpents , which my State Threaten to poison , and it lies in you To break their bed with thunder of your voice . Suppose a universal Hot pestilence beat her mortiferous wings O'er all my kingdoms , am I not bound in soul , To empty all our academies of doctors And Aesculapian < 46 > spirits to charm this plague ? Or had the canon made a breach Into our rich Escurial < 47 >, down to beat it About our ears , should I stop this breach Spare even our richest Ornaments , nay our crown , Could it keep bullets off . This linstock < 48 > gives you fire . Shall then that strumpet And bastard breathe quick vengeance in my face , Making my Kingdom reel , my subjects stagger In their obedience , and yet live ? As I am Catholic King , I 'll have their hearts Panting in these two hands . Rise my good angel , Whose holy tunes beat from me that evil spirit Which jogs mine elbow , hence thou dog of hell . Bark out no more thou mastiff , get you all gone , And let my soul sleep .There 's gold , peace , see it done . Commend us to Medina , say his letters Right pleasing are , and that , except himself Nothing could be more welcome . Counsel him , To blot the opinion out of factious numbers , Only to have his ordinary train Waiting upon him . For , to quit all fears Upon his side of us , our very court Shall even but dimly shine with some few Dons , Freely to prove our longings great to peace . A King 's word is engaged . Valasco , call the Captain of our Guard , Bid him attend us instantly . Lopez come hither . See , Letters from Duke Medina , both in the name Of him and all his faction , offering peace , And our old love , his niece Onaelia In marriage with her free and fair consent To Cockadillio , a Don of Spain . My crown as soon . They feel their sinewy plots Belike to shrink i'the joints . And fearing ruin , Have found this cement out to piece up all , Which more endangers all . Lions may hunted be into the snare , But if they once break loose , woe be to him That first seized on them . A poor prisoner scorns To kiss his jailer . And shall a king be choked With sweet-meats by false traitors ! No , I will fawn On them as they stroke me , till they are fast But in this paw . And then ... Upon thy life Double our guard this day . Let every man Bear a charged pistol hid , and , at a watch-word Given by a musket , when our self sees time , Rush in , and , if Medina 's faction wrestle Against your forces , kill , but if yield , save . Be secret ! Watch Valasco . If any wear a Cross , feather or glove , Or such prodigious signs of a knit faction , Table their names up . At our court-gate plant Good strength to bar them out , if once they swarm . Do this upon thy life . Death ! What 's Done ? Sebastian ? Thou teachest me to curse thee . Half my crown I 'd lose were it undone . How lost I the French doctor ? Get thou from my sight , the Queen would see thee . Go with Judas and repent . Tell me true , is he dead ? No matter . ‘ Tis but morning of revenge , The sunset shall be red and tragical . For half Spain 's weigh in ingots I 'd not lose This little man today . ‘ Tis dimness of your sight , no fault i'the letter . Medina , you shall find that free from erratas , And for a proof , if I could breathe my heart In welcome forth , this hall should ring naught else . Welcome Medina , Good Marquis Daenia , Dons of Spain all welcome . My dearest love and Queen , be it your place To entertain the bride , and do her grace . Contracted bride , and bridegroom sit , Sweet flowers not plucked in season lose their scent , So will our pleasures . Father Cardinal , Methinks this morning new begins our reign . Where is our noble soldier Balthazar ? So close in conference with that Signor ? What think'st thou of this great day Balthazar ? Mine I protest are free . Wine . A full cup crowned to Medina 's health . Onaelia , you are sad . Why frowns your brow ? Which mirth to heighten , Your bridegroom and yourself first pledge this health Which we begin to our High Constable . Three cups filled , one to the King , the second to the Bridegroom and the third to Onaelia , with whom the King compliments . Here 's to Medina 's heart with all my heart . Medina mocks me , Because I wrong her with the largest bowl . I 'll change with thee Onaelia . Malateste rages . Fear you I cannot fetch it off ? This is your scorn to her , because I am doing This poorest honour to her . Music sound , It goes were it ten fathoms to the ground . Cornets play . King drinks , Queen and Malateste storm . Interrupt me in my drink ? ‘ Tis off . Poisoned ? I feel no poison yet , only mine eyes Are putting out their lights . Me thinks I feel Death 's icy fingers stroking down my face . And now I 'm in a mortal cold sweat . Hence , call in my physicians . Bloody Medina , stab'st thou Brutus too ? I burn , My brains boil in a cauldron , oh one drop Of water now to cool me . Physicians for my soul , I need none else . You 'll not deny me those . Oh holy father , Is there no mercy hovering in a cloud For me a miserable King so drenched In perjury and murder ? Come down , come quickly down . Do , do . Onaelia ! Oh she 's drowned in tears ! Onaelia , Let me not die unpardoned at thy hands . Ha ? My child ! ‘ Tis my Sebastian , or some spirit Sent in his shape to fright me . Oh my dull soul look up , thou art somewhat lighter . Noble Medina , see Sebastian lives . Onaelia cease to weep , Sebastian lives . Fetch me my crown . My sweetest pretty Friar Can my hands do't , I 'll raise thee one step higher . Thou'st been in heaven 's house all this while sweet boy ? Thou could'st n'er fare better . Religious houses are those hives where bees Make honey for men 's souls . I tell thee boy , A Friary is a cube , which strongly stands , Fashioned by men , supported by heaven 's hands . Orders of holy priesthood are as high I'th eyes of Angels , as a King 's dignity . Both these unto a Crown give the full weight , And both are thine . You that our contract know , See how I seal it with this marriage . My blessing and Spain 's kingdom both be thine . Oh no . Those are right sovereign ornaments . Had I been clothed so , I had never filled Spain 's chronicle with my black calumny . My work is almost finished . Where 's my Queen ? Onaelia ! Your hand Paulina too , Onaelia yours . This hand , the pledge of my twice broken faith , By you usurped is her inheritance . My love is turned , see as my fate is turned , Thus they today laugh , yesterday which mourned . I pardon thee my death . Let her be sent Back into Florence with a trebled dowry . Death comes , oh now I see what late I feared ! A contract broke , though pieced up ne'r so well , Heaven sees , earth suffers , but it ends in hell .