Belliz. Alas, poore Idoll!
On him! on him that is not, unlesse made:
Had I your Iove I'de tosse him in the Ayre,
Or sacrifice him to his fellow-gods
And see what he could doe to save himselfe.
You call him Thunderer, shaker of Olympus,
The onely and deare Father of all gods;
When silly love is shooke with every winde,
A fingers touch can hurle him from his Throne.
Is this a thing to be ador'd or pray'd too?
King. My love turnes now to rage.—Attendance there, Enter all the Lords. And helpe to binde this mad man, that's possest!— By the powers that we adore thou dyest.
Belliz. Here me, thou ignorant King, you dull-brain'd Lords,
Oh heare me for your owne sakes, for your soules sake:
Had you as many gods as you have dayes,
As once the Assyrians had, yet have yee nothing.
Such service as they gave such you may give,
And have reward as had the blinde Molossians:
A Toad one day they worship; one of them drunke
A health with 's god and poyson'd so himselfe.
Therefore with me looke up, and as regenerate soules—
Dam. Can you suffer this?
This his affront will scare up the devotion
Of all your people. He that persecuted
Become a convertite!
Belliz. 'Tis ioy above my ioy: oh, had you scene
What these eyes saw, you would not then
Disswade me from it; nor will I leave that power
By whom I finde such infinite contentments.
Hen. Epidophorus; your eare:—see't done.
Epi. It shall, my Lord. [Exit Epi.
Hen. Then by the gods
And all the powers the Vandals doe adore,
Thou hast not beene more terrible to the world
Than to thy selfe I now will make thee.
Belliz. I dare thy worst; I have a Christian armour to protect me. You cannot act so much as I will suffer.
Hen. Ile try your patience