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THE LASCIVIOUS QUEEN.
ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I. Enter ZARACK, BALTAZAR, two Moors, taking to
bacco ; music sounding within : enter Queen Mother of SPAIN with two PAGES: ELEAZAR, sitting on a chair: the curtain is suddenly drawn." ELEAZ. On me does music spend this sound! on
me, That hate all unity! ah! Zarac, Baltazar ! Q. Mo. My gracious lord. ELEAZ. Are you there with your beagles ! hark, you
slaves ! Did not I bind you on your lives to watch, That none disturb'd us?
Q. Mo. Gentle Eleazar. ELEAZ. There, off: is't you that deaf me with this noise ?
[Exeunt two Moors. * The curtain, in front of the old theatres, divided in the middle, and was drawn to the sides : “and beside the principal curtain they sometimes used others as substitutes for
Q. Mo. Why is my love's aspect so grim and
be enamoured of your tunes. Come, let's kiss.
ELEAZ. Away, away!
ELEAZ. Nay, prithee, good queen, leave me ; I am now sick, heavy, and dull as lead. Q. Mo. I'll make thee lighter by taking something
from thee. ELEAZ. Do: take from me this ague, and these
That, hanging on me,
love? Burst all those wires; burn all those instruments; For they displease my Moor. Art thou now pleas'd ! Or wert thou now disturb'd ? I'll
all Spain, To one sweet kiss, this is some new device
To make me fond and long. Oh! you men
ELEAZ. What, die for me? away!
ELEAZ. At thee.
Q. Mo. At me!
brow: Spend but one hour in frowns, and I shall look Like to a beldam of one hundred years. I pr’ythee speak to me, and chide me not. I pr’ythee, chide, if I have done amiss ; But let my punishment be this, and this ; [Kisses him. I pr’ythee, smile on me, if but awhile ; Then frown on me, I'll die: I pr’ythee smile. Smile on me, and these two wanton boys; These pretty lads that do attend on me, Shall call thee Jove, shall wait upon thy cup, And fill thee nectar: their inticing eyes Shall serve as crystal, wherein thou may'st see To dress thyself, if thou wilt smile on me. Smile on me, and with coronets of pearl, And bells of gold, circling their pretty arms, In a round ivory fount these two shall swim, And dive to make thee sport : Bestow one smile, one little little smile And in a net of twisted silk and gold In my all-naked arms thyself shalt lie.
ELEAZ. Why, what to do? Lust's arms do stretch
so wide That none can fill them : I lay there! away!
Q. Mo. Where hast thou learn'd this language,
that can say
No more but two rude words ? away, away.
ELEAZ. Ugly as hell.
Q. Mo. Too true 'tis, woe is me!
ELEAZ. By me!
Q. Mo. I murder thee!
Eleaz. I cannot ride through the Castilian streets, But thousand eyes, through windows and through
doors, Throw killing looks at me; and
Q. Mo. Eleazar !
2 Boys. Murder! the queen's murder'd !