Queen. Be you but rul'd by me, I'le make a calme Smooth as the brest of heaven.
King. Instruct me how.
Queen. You (as your fortunes tye you) are inclin'd To have the blow given.
King. Where's the Instrument?
Queen. 'Tis found in Baltazar.
King. Hee's banished.
Queen. True, But staid by me for this.
King. His spirit is hot And rugged, but so honest that his soule Will ne're turn devill to do it.
Queen. Put it to tryall:
Retire a little: hither I'le send for him,
Offer repeale and favours if he doe it;
But if deny, you have no finger in't,
And then his doome of banishment stands good.
King. Be happy in thy workings; I obey. [Exit.