Omnes. Nor I.
Vict. Thy life hath hitherto beene, my dear husband,
But a disease to thee; thou hast indeed
Mov'd on the earth like other creeping wormes
Who take delight in worldly surfeits, heate
Their blood with lusts, their limbes with proud attyres;
Fe[e]d on their change of sinnes; that doe not use
Their pleasure but enjoy them, enjoy them fully
In streames that are most sensuall and persever
To live so till they die, and to die never[169].
King. What meanes all this?
Anton. Art in thy right wits, woman?
Vict. Such beasts are those about thee; take then courage;
If ever in thy youth thy soule hath set
By the Worlds tempting fires, as these men doe,
Recant that errour.
King. Ha!
Vict. Hast thou in battaile tane a pride in blood?
Recant that errour. Hast thou constant stood
In a bad cause? clap a new armour on
And fight now in a good. Oh lose not heaven
For a few minutes in a Tyrants eye;
Be valiant and meete death: if thou now losest
Thy portion laid up for thee yonder, yonder,
For breath or honours here, oh thou dost sell
Thy soule for nothing. Recant all this,
And then be rais'd up to a Throne of blis.
Anton. We are abus'd, stop her mouth.
Belliz. Victoria, Thou nobly dost confirme me, hast new arm'd My resolution, excellent Victoria.
Eugen. Oh happy daughter, thou in this dost bring That Requiem to our soules which Angels sing.