_Enter in Magnificent state, to the sound of lowd
musicke, the King and Queene as from Church,
attended by the Cardinall, Count Malateste, Daenia,
Roderigo, Valasco, Alba, Carlo, and some waiting
Ladies. The King and Queen with Courtly
Complements salute and part; she with one halfe
attending her; King, Cardinall and th'other halfe
stay, the King seeming angry and desirous to be
rid of them too.--King, Cardinal, Daenia, &c_.
_King_. Give us what no man here is master of,
Breath; leave us, pray: my father Cardinall
Can by the Physicke of Philosophy
Set al agen in order. Leave us, pray.
[_Exeunt_.
_Card_. How is it with you, Sir?
_King_. As with a Shippe
Now beat with stormes, now safe the stormes are vanisht;
And having you my Pylot I not onely
See shore but harbour. I to you will open
The booke of a blacke sinne deepe-printed in me.
Oh, father, my disease lyes in my soule.
_Card_. The old wound, Sir?
_King_. Yes, that; it festers inward:
For though I have a beauty to my bed
That even Creation envies at, as wanting
Stuffe to make such another, yet on her pillow
I lye by her but an Adulterer
And she as an Adulteresse. Shee's my Queene
And wife, yet but my strumpet, tho the Church
Set on the seale of Mariage: good _Onaelia_,
Neece to our Lord high Constable of Spaine,
Was precontracted mine.
_Card_. Yet when I stung
Your Conscience with remembrance of the Act,
Your eares were deafe to counsell.
_King_. I confesse it.
_Card_. Now to unty the knot with your new Queene
Would shake the Crowne halfe from your head.
_King_. Even Troy
(Tho she hath wept her eyes out) wud find teares
To wayle my kingdomes ruines.
_Card_. What will you doe then?
_King_. She has that Contract written, seal'd by you
And other Churchmen (witnesses untoo't).
A kingdome should be given for that paper.
_Card_. I wud not, for what lyes beneath the Moone,
Be made a wicked Engine to breake in pieces
That holy Contract.
_King_. 'Tis my soules ayme to tye it
Vpon a faster knot.
_Card_. I do not see
How you can with safe conscience get it from her.
_King_. Oh, I know
I wrastle with a Lyonesse: to imprison her
And force her too't I dare not. Death! what King
Did ever say I dare not? I must have it.
A Bastard have I by her; and that Cocke
Will have (I feare) sharpe spurres, if he crow after
Him that trod for him. Something must be done
Both to the Henne and Chicken: haste you therefore
To sad _Onaelia_; tell her I'm resolv'd
To give my new Hawke bells and let her flye;
My Queene I'm weary of and her will marry.
To this our Text adde you what glosse you please;
The secret drifts of Kings are depthlesse Seas.
[_Exeunt_.
(SCENE 2.)
_A Table set out cover'd with blacke: two waxen tapers:
the Kings Picture at one end, a Crucifix at the other:
Onaelia walking discontentedly weeping to the Crucifix,
her Mayd with her: to them Cornego_.