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by Thomas Dekker


  Uprising from the breast of Lebanus,

  Or olives nurs’d up by Jerusalem,

  Heightened our glories, whilst we held up them;

  That this vast globe terrestrial should be cantled,

  And almost three parts ours, and that the nations,

  Who suspiration draw out of this air,

  With unusual aves, shouts and cries,

  Should us acknowledge to be head supreme

  To this great body, for a world of years.

  Yet now, when we had made our crown complete,

  And clos’d it strongly with a triple arch,

  And had enrich’d it with those precious jewels

  Few princes ever see, white hairs, even now

  Our greatness hangs in balance, and the stamp

  Of our true sovereignty clipp’d and abas’d.

  FIRST KING

  By whom, dread Empress?

  EMPRESS

  Ask these holy fathers,

  Ask those our outcase sons; a throne usurped,

  Our chair is counted, all our titles stol’n.

  SECOND KING

  What blasphemy dare speak so?

  EMPRESS

  All our robes,

  Your vestments, reverend, yet pontifical,

  This sword, these keys, that open kingdoms’ hearts

  To let in sweet obedience; all but borrowed.

  THIRD KING

  What soul above the earth —

  EMPRESS

  Our royal signet,

  With which, we, in a mother’s holy love,

  Have sign’d so many pardons, is now counterfeit.

  From our mouth flow rivers of blasphemy

  And lies; our Babylonian synagogues

  Are counted stews, where fornications

  And all uncleanness sodomitical,

  Whose leprosy touch’d us never, are now daily acted.

  Our image, which, like Roman Cæsar’s, stamp’d

  In gold, through the whole earth did currant pass,

  Is now blanch’d copper, or but guilded brass.

  THIRD KING

  Can yonder roof, that’s nail’d so fast with stars,

  Cover a head so impious, and not crack?

  That sulphur boiling o’er celestial fires

  May drop in whizzing flakes, with scalding vengeance,

  On such a horrid sin!

  FIRST KING

  No moral bosom

  Is so unsanctified.

  SECOND KING

  Who is’t, bright Empress,

  That feeds so ulcerous and so rank a spleen?

  EMPRESS

  A woman.

  OMNES

  Woman!Who?

  EMPRESS

  The Fairy Queen.

  Five summers have scarce drawn their glimmering nights

  Through the moon’s silver bow, since the crown’d heads

  Of that adored beast, on which we ride,

  Were struck and wounded, but so heal’d again,

  The very scars were hid.But now, a mortal,

  An unrecoverable blow is taken

  And it must bleed to death.

  THIRD KING

  Heaven cannot suffer it.

  EMPRESS

  Heaven suffers it, and sees it, and gives aim,

  Whilst even our empire’s heart is cleft in sunder.

  That strumpet, that enchantress, who in robes

  White as is innocence, and with an eye

  Able to tempt stern murder to her bed,

  Calls herself Truth, has stolen fair Truth’s attire,

  Her crown, her sweet songs, counterfeits her voice,

  And by prestigious tricks insorcery,

  Ha’s rais’d a base imposter like Truth’s father.

  This subtle courtesan sets up again

  Whom we but late banish’d to live in caves,

  In rocks and desert mountains.

  SECOND KING

  Fear her not;

  She’s but a shadow.

  EMPRESS

  Oh, ’tis a cunning spider,

  And in her nets so wraps the Fairy Queen,

  That she sucks even her breast.Sh’as writ a book

  Which she calls holy spells.

  THIRD KING

  We’ll break those spells.

  EMPRESS

  The poles of heaven must first in sunder break,

  For from the Fairy shores this witch hath driven

  All such as are like these our soothsayers,

  And call’d false seers home, that of things past,

  Sing wonders and devine of things to come.

  Through whose bewitching tongues run golden chains

  To which ten thousand ears so fast are bound

  As spirits are by spells.That all the tones

  Of harmony that Babylon can sound

  Are charms to adders, and no more regarded

  Than are by him that’s deaf, the sick man’s groans.

  She, they, Titania, and her Fairy lords,

  Yea, even her vassal elves, in public scorn

  Defame me, call me Whore of Babylon.

  OMNES

  Oh, unheard of profanation!

  EMPRESS

  Give out I am common, that for lust and hire

  I prostitute this body; that to kings

  I quaff full bowls of strong enchanting wines

  To make them dote on me.

  OMNES

  Let’s hear no more.

  EMPRESS

  And that all potentates that tread on earth,

  With our abominations should be drunk

  And be by us undone.

  OMNES

  We’ll hear no more.

  THIRD KING

  You have thrust furies whips into our hands.

  FIRST KING

  Say but the word, and we’ll turn home your wrongs,

  In torn and bloody colours.

  SECOND KING

  All her bowers

  Shall like burnt offerings purge away in fire

  Her land’s pollution.

  OMNES

  Let’s to arms.

  EMPRESS

  Stay, hear me.

  Her kingdom wears a girdle wrought of waves,

  Set thick with precious stones that are so charm’d

  No rocks are of more force; her Faries hearts

  Lie in enchanted towers, impregnable,

  No engine scales them.[To the KINGS.] Therefore, go you three;

  Draw all your faces sweetly; let your brows

  Be sleek’d; your cheeks in dimples, give out smiles;

  Your voices string with silver; woo like lovers;

  Swear your have hills of pearl; show her the world,

  And say she shall have all, so she will kneel

  And do us reverence.But if she grow nice,

  Dissemble, flatter, stoop to lick the dust

  She goes upon, and, like to serpents, creep

  Upon your bellies in humility,

  And beg she would but with us join a league

  To wed her land to ours.Our blessing, go.

  THIRD KING

  When mines are to be blown up, men dig low.

  ALL THREE

  And so will we.

  EMPRESS

  Prosper.Till the sun set,

  The beams that from us shoot seem counterfeit.

  [Exeunt.Manent the FOUR CARDINALS and certain Priests.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  This physic cures not me.

  SECOND CARDINAL

  Nor me.

  THIRD CARDINAL

  Nor us.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  It is not strong of poison to fetch up

  That’s back’d within.My gall is overflown;

  My blood grown rank and fowl.An inflammation

  Of rage and madness so burns up my liver

  That even my heart-strings crack, as in a furnace,

  And all my nerves into my eyeballs shrink

  To shoot tho
se bullets and my brains at once

  Against her soul that has half damn’d us; falls

  Fetch’d high and near to heaven light on no ground,

  But in hell’s bottom take their first rebound.

  SECOND CARDINAL

  Such are our falls.We once had mountain-growth

  With pines and cedars.

  THIRD CARDINAL

  Now with none of both.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  I could be glad to lose the divine office

  Of my creation to be turn’d into

  A dog, so I might lick up but her blood

  That thrusts us from our vineyards.

  OTHER THREE

  So could all.

  FOURTH CARDINAL

  Revenge were milk to us.

  SECOND CARDINAL

  Manna.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  And it shall.

  But how?We will not, as the head supreme

  Over all nations counselleth, lick the dust

  The Fairy treads on, nor, like serpants, creep

  Upon our bellies in humility.

  This were, with fencers, basely to give ground

  When the first boat may speed; or to sound parley

  Whilst they with get swords to cut our throats.

  No, we’ll at one blow strike the heart through.

  OTHER THREE

  How?

  SECOND CARDINAL

  By poniards.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  No.

  THIRD CARDINAL

  Poison.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  No.

  FOURTH CARDINAL

  Treason.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  Neither.

  SECOND CARDINAL

  How, Reverend Como, then?

  FIRST CARDINAL

  Thus.Let’s consult.[To Priests.] Nay, you shall hear.

  You know that all the springs in fairy land

  Ran once to one head; from that head to us.

  The mountain and the valley paid us fruit;

  The field her corn; the country felt no heat

  But from our fires.Plenty still spread our boards

  And charity took away.We stepp’d not forth

  But with a god-like adoration,

  All knees bowed low unto us.Why was this?

  Why were our gardens Eden?Why our bowers

  Built like to those in Paradise?I shall tell you:

  It was because the Law most mystical

  Was not made common, therefore was not vile.

  It was because in the great prophet’s fanes

  And hallowed temples we were choristers.

  I was because, wife pilots, we from rocks

  And gulfs infernal safely set on shore

  Men’s souls at yonder haven; or, being shipwrack’d,

  Strong lines forth case we, suffering none to sink

  To that abyss which some hold bottomless.

  But now our very graves

  Cannot save dead men’s bones from shame and bruises.

  The monumental marble urns of bodies,

  Laid to rest long ago, unreverently

  Are turned to troughs of water now for jades.

  Vast charnel houses where out father’s heads

  Slept on the cold hard pillows of the earth

  Are emptied now and chang’d to drinking rooms

  Or vaults for baser office.

  SECOND CARDINAL

  What’s therefore to be done?

  FIRST CARDINAL

  This must be done,

  This should be done:they hunted us like wolves,

  Our of the Fairy forests, whipp’d us away,

  As vagabonds, mock’d us, and said our fall

  Could not be dangerous because we bore

  Our gods upon our backs; now must we whip them

  But wiselier.

  OTHER THREE

  How?

  FIRST CARDINAL

  Thus:those that fill our rooms

  Hold beacons in their eyes, blazing with fire

  Of a hot-seeming zeal, to watch our entrance

  And to arm all against us.These we much quench.

  They are counted wells of knowledge; poison these wells.

  They are the kingdom’s music, they the organs

  Unto whose sound her anthems now are sung;

  Set them but out of tune, all’s out of square,

  Pull down the church and none can it repair

  But he that builds it.This is the faggot band

  That binds all fast.Undo’t, unto the land.

  ALL PRIESTS

  Most certain.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  [To Priests.] You therefore, the best consort of the soul,

  Shepherds, whose flocks are men, lambs, angels, you

  That hold the roof of yon star chamber up

  From dropping down to grind the world to dust,

  You shall to Fairy Land.

  ALL PRIESTS

  A joyful voyage!

  FIRST CARDINAL

  Those that sing there the holy hymns, as yet

  Have not their voices clear. The stream of ceremony

  Is scarcely settled; trouble it more.Bait hooks

  To take some, some to choke.Cast out your net

  At first for all the fry.Let us spread sails

  To draw unto our shores the Fairy whales.

  That Truth, whose standard-bearer Babylon,

  And all we are, is not clean driven from thence

  Whither we send you.There she lives, but lives

  A widow; steps not forth, dares not be seen

  During her month of mourning.Here we write you

  How, and with whom to find her.What she bids

  That do; your hire’s above.

  ALL PRIESTS

  We know it well.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  And when you see those Fairy fishermen

  Row in your streams, when they grow cold in working,

  And weary of their own waters, that the sails,

  Which stiffly bear them up, flag and hang low,

  And that, like reeds, playing with a pair of winds,

  They promise facile pliance, then, then shake

  The trees by the root, ‘twill make the branches blow,

  And drop their mellowed fruits, even at your feet.

  Gather them, they are our own; then is the hour

  To wean those sons of black apostasy

  From her, their stepdame, and to make them take

  A blessing from our reverend mother’s hands.

  Be happy.Go.

  ALL PRIESTS

  We shall remember you

  In all our kneelings.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  Stay.Ere you shift air,

  Sprinkle yourselves all o’er with sacred drops,

  Take periapts, pentacles and potent charms

  To conjure down fowl fiends that will be razed

  To vex you, tempt you, and betray your blood

  About your necks hang hallowed amulets

  That may conserve you from the plagues of error

  Which will strike at you.

  ALL PRIESTS

  We obey, most holy fathers.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  And hear you,

  If climbing up to this haught enterprise

  The foot slip, and i’th’fall with death you meet —

  ALL PRIESTS

  O, glorious ladder!

  FIRST CARDINAL

  A saint’s winding sheet.

  Farewell.Mount all the engines of your wit;

  When darts are sent from all parts, some must hit. [Exeunt Priests.

  There is a fellow to whom, because he dare

  Not to be a slave to greatness, nor is molded

  Of court dough, flattering, but, should it thunder,

  To his father, doing ill, would speak ill, our Empress

  Hath given this name, plain dealing.This plain dealing

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sp; Have I shipp’d hence, and is long since arrived

  Upon the Fairy strand; from him I expect

  Intelligence of all occurrences;

  He for his namesake shall perhaps be welcome

  Into that harlot’s company, whom the Fairies

  Think honest, and swear deeply, she is Truth.

  That strumpet by enticement he’ll bring over.

  SECOND CARDINAL

  It came to me in letters, two days since,

  That this plain dealing serves the Fairy Queen,

  And will no more be seen in Babylon.

  FIRST CARDINAL

  How no more seen in Babylon, ’tis but one lost.

  If Babylon subscribe to our wisdom,

  She shall lodge double dealing in his room.[Exeunt.

  Act One, Scene Two

  ENTER TITANIA, FIDELI, FLORIMELL, ELFIRON and Petitioners.

  TITANIA

  We thought the fates would have clos’d up our eyes,

  That we should ne’er have seen this day-star rise.

  How many plots were laid to bar us hence,

  Even from our cradle?But our innocence,

  Your wisdom, Fairy peers, and above all,

  That arm, that cannot let a white soul fall

  Hath held us up, and lifted us thus high.

  Even when the arrows did most thickly fly

  Of that bad woman, Babylon’s proud queen,

  Who yet, we hear, swells with envenomed spleen.

  FIDELI

  Whose poison shall, like arrows shot upright,

  When forth it bursts, to her own downfall light.

  TITANIA

  Truth be my witness, whom we have employ’d

  To purge our air that has with plagues destroyed

  Great numbers, shutting them in darksome shades,

  I seek no fall of hers, my spirit wades,

  In clearer streams; her blood I would not shed

  To gain that triple wreath that binds her head,

  Though mine she would let forth, I know not why,

  Only through rank lust after sovereignty.

  FLORIMELL

  Enough it is for me if with a hand,

  Unstain’d and unambitious, Fairy Land

  I crown with olive-branches.All those wounds,

  Whose gory mouths but lately stain’d our rounds,

  Bleed yet in me.For when great Elfiline,

  Your grandsire fill’d this throne, your bowers did shine

  With fine-red steel, and not with Fairies’ eyes,

  You heard no music then, but shrieks and cries,

  Then arm’d urchins, and stern household elves,

  Their fatal pointed swords turn’d on themselves.

  But when the royal Elfiline sat crowned,

  These civil woes in their own depth lay drowned.

  He to immortal shades being gone,

  Fame’s minion, great King Oberon,

  Titania’s royal father, lively springs

  Whose court was like a camp of none but kings.

  From this great conquering monarch’s glorious stem,

  Three, in direct line, whore his diadem:

 

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