_King_. Speak on, fellow.
_Eugen_. If I doe not
Restore your limbs to soundnesse, drive the poyson
From the infected part, study your tortures
To teare me peece-meale yet be kept alive.
_King_. O reverent man, come neare me; worke this wonder,
Aske gold, honours, any, any thing
The sublunary treasures of this world
Can yeeld, and they are thine.
_Eugen_. I will doe nothing without a recompence.
_King_. A royall one.
_Omnes_. Name what you would desire.
_King_. Stand by; you trouble him.
A recompence can my Crowne bring thee, take it;
Reach him my Crowne and plant it on his head.
_Eugen_. No; here's my bargaine--
_King_. Quickly, oh speake quickly.--
Off with the good man's Irons.
_Eugen_. Free all those Christians which are now thy slaves,
In all thy Cittadels, Castles, Fortresses;
Those in _Bellanna_ and _Mersaganna_,
Those in _Alempha_ and in _Hazanoth_,
Those in thy Gallies, those in thy Iayles and Dungeons.
_King_. Those any where: my signet, take my signet,
And free all on your lives, free all the Christians.
What dost thou else desire?
_Eugen_. This; that thy selfe trample upon thy Pagan Gods.
_Omnes_. Sir!
_King_. Away.
_Eugen_. Wash your soule white by wading in the streame
Of Christian gore.
_King_. I will turne Christian.
_Dam_. Better wolves worry this accursed--
_King_. Better
Have Bandogs[163] worry all of you, than I
To languish in a torment that feedes on me
As if the Furies bit me. Ile turn Christian,
And, if I doe not, let the Thunder pay
My breach of promise. Cure me, good old man,
And I will call thee father; thou shalt have
A king come kneeling to thee every Morning
To take a blessing from thee, and to heare thee
Salute him as a sonne.
When, when is this wonder?
_Eugen_. Now; you are well, Sir.
_King_. Ha!
_Eugen_. Has your paine left you?
_King_. Yes; see else, _Damianus, Antony,
Cosmo_; I am well.
_Omnes_. He does it by inchantment.