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by Thomas Dekker

Do this and I will make thee a great man.

  BALTHAZAR

  Is there no farther trick in’t but my blow, your purse and my pardon?

  MALTATESTE

  No nets upon my life to entrap thee.

  BALTHAZAR

  Then trust me. These knuckles work it.

  KING

  Farewell. Be confident and sudden.

  BALTHAZAR

  Yes.

  Subjects may stumble, when kings walk astray.

  Thine Acts shall be a new Apocrypha.

  Exeunt.

  ACT IV SCENE ONE

  ENTER MEDINA, ALBA, [Carlo], and Daenia, met by Balthazar with a poniard and a pistol.

  BALTHAZAR

  You met a Hydra. See, if one head fails

  Another with a sulphurous beak stands yawning.

  MEDINA

  What hath raised up this devil?

  BALTHAZAR A great man’s vices, that can raise all hell. What would you call that man, who under-sail in a most goodly ship, wherein he ventures his life, fortunes, and honours, yet in a fury should hew the mast down, cast sails overboard, fire all the tacklings, and to crown this madness, should blow up all the decks, burn th’oaken ribs, and in that combat ‘twix two elements leap desperately, and drown himself in the seas? What were so brave a fellow?

  ALL

  A brave black villain.

  BALTHAZAR That’s I. All that brave black villain dwells in me, if I be that black villain. But I am not! A nobler character prints out my brow, which you may thus read, I was banished Spain for emptying a court- hogshead, but repealed so I would, ere my reeking iron was cold, promise to give it a deep crimson dye in - none hear, - stay - no, none hear.

  MEDINA

  Whom then?

  BALTHAZAR

  Basely to stab a woman, your wronged niece and her most innocent son,

  Sebastian.

  ALBA

  The boar now foams with wetting.

  DAENIA

  What has blunted

  Thy weapons point at these?

  BALTHAZAR My honesty. A sign at which few dwell, pure honesty! I am a vassal to Medina’s house, He taught me first the A-B-C of war. E’er I was truncheon high, I had the stile on beardless Captain, writing then but boy, and shall I now turn slave to him that fed me with Cannon- bullets and taught me, ostrich-like to digest iron and steel! No! Yet I yielded with willow-bendings to commanding breaths.

  MEDINA

  Of whom?

  BALTHAZAR Of King and Queen. With supple hams and an ill-boding look, I vowed to do it. Yet, lest some choke-pear of state policy should stop my throat, and spoil my drinking pipe, see, like his cloak, I hung at the King’s elbow, till I had got his hand to sign my life.

  [Balthazar passes over the document signed by the King.]

  DAENIA

  Shall we see this and sleep?

  ALBA

  No, whilst these wake.

  MEDINA

  ’Tis the King’s hand?

  BALTHAZAR

  Think you me a coiner ?

  MEDINA

  No, no,

  Thou art thy self still, noble Balthazar.

  I ever knew thee honest, and the mark

  Stands still upon thy forehead.

  BALTHAZAR

  Else flea the skin off.

  MEDINA

  I ever knew thee valiant, and to scorn

  All acts of baseness. I have seen this man

  Write in the field such stories with his sword,

  That our best chieftains swore there was in him

  As ‘twere a new philosophy of fighting,

  His deeds were so punctilious. In one battle

  When death so nearly missed my ribs, he struck

  Three horses stone-dead under me. This man,

  Three times that day, even through the jaws of danger,

  Redeemed me up and, I shall print it ever,

  Stood over my body with Colossus thighs

  Whilst all the thunder-bolts which war could throw,

  Fell on his head. And Balthazar, thou canst not

  Be now but honest still, and valiant still,

  Not to kill boys and women.

  BALTHAZAR

  My biter here, eats no such meat.

  MEDINA

  Go fetch the marked-out lamb for slaughter hither,

  Good fellow-soldier aid him, and stay, mark,

  Give this false fire to the believing King,

  That the child’s sent to heaven, but that the mother

  Stands rocked so strong with friends, ten thousand billows

  Cannot once shake her.

  BALTHAZAR

  This I’ll do.

  MEDINA

  Away.

  Yet one word more. Your counsel, Noble friends.

  Hark Balthazar, because nor eyes nor tongues,

  Shall by loud larums, that the poor boy lives,

  Question thy false report, the child shall, closely

  Mantled in darkness, forthwith be conveyed

  To the monastery of Saint Paul.

  ALL

  Good.

  MEDINA

  Despatch then, be quick.

  BALTHAZAR

  As lightning.

  Exit Balthazar.

  ALBA

  This fellow is some angel dropped from heaven

  To preserve innocence.

  MEDINA

  He is a wheel

  Of swift and turbulent motion. I have trusted him,

  Yet will not hang on him too many plummets,

  Lest with a headlong gyre he ruins all.

  In these state consternations, when a kingdom

  Stands tottering at the centre, out of suspicion

  Safety grows often. Let us suspect this fellow,

  And that albeit he show us the King’s hand,

  It may be but a trick.

  DAENIA

  Your Lordship hits

  A poisoned nail i’th head. This waxen fellow,

  By the King’s hand so bribing him with gold,

  Is set on screws, perhaps is made his creature,

  To turn round every way.

  MEDINA

  Out of that fear

  Will I beget truth. For myself in person

  Will sound the King’s breast.

  CARLO

  How? Yourself in person?

  ALBA

  That’s half the prize he gapes for.

  MEDINA

  I’ll venture it,

  And come off well I warrant you, and rip up

  His very entrails, cut in two his heart,

  And search each corner in’t, yet shall not he

  Know who it is cut up the anatomy.

  DAENIA

  ’Tis an exploit worth wonder.

  CARLO

  Put the worst,

  Say some infernal voice should roar from hell,

  The infant’s cloistering up.

  ALBA

  ’Tis not our danger,

  Nor the imprisoned Prince’s, for what thief

  Dares by base sacrilege rob the Church of him?

  CARLO

  At worst none can be lost but this slight fellow!

  MEDINA

  All build on this as on a stable cube.

  If we our footing keep, we fetch him forth,

  And crown him King. If up we fly i’th air,

  We for his soul’s health a broad way prepare.

  DAENIS

  They come.

  Enter Balthazar and Sebastian.

  MEDINA

  Thou knowest where to bestow him, Balthazar.

  BALTHAZAR

  Come noble boy.

  ALBA

  Hide him from being discovered.

  BALTHAZAR Discovered? Would there stood a troop of Moors thrusting the paws of hungry lions forth, to seize this prey, and this but in my hand, I should do something.

  SEBASTIAN

  Must I go with this black fellow, Uncle?

  MEDINA
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  Yes, pretty coz, hence with him Balthazar.

  BALTHAZAR

  Sweet child, within few minutes I’ll change thy fate

  And take thee hence, but set thee at heavens gate.

  [Exit Balthazar and Sebastian.]

  MEDINA

  Some keep aloof and watch this soldier

  CARLO

  I’ll do’t.

  Exit Carlo.

  DAENIA

  What’s to be done now?

  MEDINA

  First to plant strong guard

  About the mother, then into some snare

  To hunt this spotted panther, and there kill him.

  DAENIA

  What snares have we can hold him?

  MEDINA

  Be that care mine.

  Dangers, like stars, in dark attempts best shine.

  Exeunt.

  ACT IV SCENE TWO

  ENTER CORNEGO, BALTHAZAR.

  CORNEGO The Lady Onaelia dresseth the stead of her commendations in the most courtly attire that words can be clothed with, from herself to you, by me.

  BALTHAZAR

  So Sir, and what disease troubles her now?

  CORNEGO The King’s evil. And here she hath sent something to you, wrapped up in a white sheet, you need not fear to open it, ’tis no course.

  BALTHAZAR What’s here? A letter minced into five morsels? What was she doing when thou camest from her?

  CORNEGO

  At her prick-song.

  BALTHAZAR So me thinks, for here’s nothing but sol-re-me-fa-mi. What crotchet fills her head now, canst tell?

  CORNEGO

  No crotchets, ’tis only the Cliff has made her mad.

  BALTHAZAR

  What instrument played she upon?

  CORNEGO

  A wind instrument, she did nothing but sigh.

  BALTHAZAR

  Sol, re, me, fa, mi.

  CORNEGO

  My wit has always a singing head, I have found out her note captain.

  BALTHAZAR

  The tune? Come.

  CORNEGO Sol, my soul. Re, is all rent and torn like a ragamuffin. Me, mend it good captain. Fa, fa. What’s fa Captain?

  BALTHAZAR

  Fa, why farewell and be hanged.

  CORNEGO

  Mi Captain, with all my heart. Have I tickled my Lady’s fiddle well?

  BALTHAZAR Oh, but you stick wants rosin to make the strings sound clearly. No, this double virginal, being cunningly touched, another matter of jack leaps up then is now in mine eye. Sol, re me fa, mi, I have it now. Solus Rex me facit miseram . Alas poor Lady, tell her no apothecary in Spain has any of that assa foetida she writes for.

  CORNEGO

  Assa foetida? What’s that?

  BALTHAZARA

  A thing to be taken in a glister-pipe .

  CORNEGO

  Why, what ails my Lady?

  BALTHAZAR What ails she? Why when she cries out, Solus Rex me facit miseram, she says in the Hypocronicall language, that she is so miserably tormented with the wind colic that it racks her very soul.

  CORNEGO

  I said somewhat cut her soul in pieces.

  BALTHAZAR

  But go to her, and say the oven is heating.

  CORNEGO

  And what shall be baked in’t?

  BALTHAZAR Carp pies. And besides, tell her the hole in her coat shall be mended, and tell her if the dial of good days goes true, why then bounce buckrum.

  CORNEGO

  The devil lies sick of the mulligrubs.

  BALTHAZAR

  Or the Cony is dub’d, and three sheepskins …

  CORNEGO

  With the wrong side outward …

  BALTHAZAR

  Shall make the fox a night-cap.

  CORNEGO

  So the goose talks French to the buzzard.

  BALTHAZAR But, Sir, if evil days jostle our prognostication to the wall, then say there’s a fire in a whore-masters cod-piece.

  CORNEGO

  And a poisoned bag-pudding in Tom Thumb’s belly.

  BALTHAZAR

  The first cut be thine. Farewell.

  CORNEGO

  Is this all?

  BALTHAZAR

  Would’st not trust an Almanac?

  CORNEGO Not a coranta neither, though it were sealed with butter, and yet I know where they both lie passing well.

  Enter Lopez.

  LOPEZ

  The King sends round about the court to seek you.

  BALTHAZAR

  Away Otterhound.

  CORNEGO

  Dancing bear, I’m gone.

  Exit Cornego. Enter King attended.

  KING

  A Private room,

  Exeunt, King and Balthazar remain

  I’st done? Hast drawn thy two-edged sword out yet?

  BALTHAZAR No, I was striking at the two iron bars that hinder your passage, and see Sir.

  Draws.

  KING

  What mean’st thou?

  BALTHAZAR

  The edge abated, feel.

  KING

  No, no I see it.

  BALTHAZAR

  As blunt as ignorance.

  KING

  How? Put up - so - how?

  BALTHAZAR I saw by chance hanging in Cardinal Alvarez gallery, a picture of hell.

  KING

  So what of that?

  BALTHAZAR There lay upon burnt straw ten thousand brave fellows all stark naked, some leaning upon crowns, some on Mitres, some on bags of gold. Glory, in another corner lay, a feather beaten in the rain. Beauty was turned into a watching candle that went out stinking. Ambition went upon a huge high pair of stilts but horribly rotten. Some in another nook were killing Kings, and some having their elbows shoved forward by Kings to murder others. I was, me thought, half in hell myself whist I stood to view this piece.

  KING

  Was this all?

  BALTHAZAR Was’t not enough to see that a man is more healthful that eats dirty puddings, than he that feeds on a corrupted conscience?

  KING

  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!

  BALTHAZAR

  Nay, Sir, I have searched the records of the Low-Countries, and find

  that by your pardon I need not care a pin for goblins, and therefore

  I will do it Sir. I did recoil because I was double charged.

  KING

  No more. Here comes a satyr with sharp horns.

  Enter Cardinal, and Medina like a French Doctor.

  CARDINAL

  Sir, here’s a Frenchman charged with some strange business

  Which to close ear only he’ll deliver,

  Or else to none.

  KING

  A Frenchman?

  MEDINA

  Oui, Monsieur.

  KING

  Cannot he speak the Spanish?

  MEDINA Si Signor, un Poco - Monsieur Acontez in de Corner, me come for offer to your Bon Grace mi trezhumbla service, by gar no John fidleco shall put into your near braver melody dan dis un petite pipe shall play to your great bon Grace.

  KING

  What is the tune you strike up, touch the string.

  MEDINA Dis - me has run up and down mine Country and learn many fine thing, and mush knavery, now more and all dis me know you’ll jumbla de fine vench and fill her belly with garsoone, her name is La Madam …

  KING

  Onaelia.

  MEDINA She by gar. Now Monsieur dis Madam send for me to help her malady, being very naught of her corpus, her body, me know you no point loves dis vench. But royal Monsieur donne moye ten thousand French Crowns she shall kick up her tail by gar, and beshide lie dead as dog in
de shannell.

  KING

  Speak low.

  MEDINA

  As de bag-pipe when de wind is puff, Gar beigh,

  KING

  Thou namest ten thousand Crowns, I’ll treble them

  Rid me of this leprosy. Thy name?

  MEDINA

  Monsieur Doctor Devil.

  KING

  Shall I a second wheel add to this mischief

  To set it faster going? If one break,

  T’other may keep his motion.

  MEDINA

  Esselent fort boone.

  KING

  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.

  BALTHAZAR

  Brother Cain we’ll shake hands.

  MEDINA

  In de bowl of de bloody busher. ’Tis very fine wholesome.

  KING

  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.

  BALTHAZAR

  That music were worth hearing.

  KING

  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.

  CARDINAL

  How princely son?

  KING

  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 spirits to charm this plague?

  CARDINAL

  You are.

  KING

  Or had the canon made a breach

  Into our rich Escurial , 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.

  CARDINAL

  No sir, you should not.

  KING

  This linstock 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?

  CARDINAL

  How? Live!

  Shed not their bloods to gain a kingdom greater

  Than ten times this.

  MEDINA

  Pish, not matter how Red-cap and his wit run.

  KING

  As I am Catholic King, I’ll have their hearts

  Panting in these two hands.

  CARDINAL

  Dare you turn hangman?

  Is this religion Catholic to kill

  What even brute beasts abhor to do, your own!

 

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