Anton. They mocke you.
King. Stretch his body up by th'armes, And at his feete hang plummets.
Clown. He shall be well shod for stroveling, I warrant you.
Cosmo. Eugenius, bow thy knee before our Jove, And the King gives thee mercy.
Dam. Else stripes and death.
Eugen. We come into the world but at one doore,
But twenty thousand gates stand open wide
To give us passage hence: death then is easie,
And I defie all tortures.
King. Then fasten the Cative;
I care not for thy wife: Get from mine eyes
Thou tempting Lamia. But, Bellizarius,
Before thy bodyes frame be puld in pieces,
Wilt thou forsake the errours thou art drencht in?
Belliz. Errours? thou blasphemous and godlesse man,
From the great Axis maist thou as easie
With one arme plucke the Universall Globe,
As from my Center move me. There's my figure;
They are waves that beat a rock insensible
With an infatigable patience.
My breast dares all your arrowes; shoote,—shoote, all;
Your tortures are but struck against the wall,
Which, backe rebounding, hit your selves.
King. Up with him.
Belliz. Lay on more waights; that hangman which more brings Addes active feathers to my soaring wings.