Bal. Then trust me, these knuckles worke it.
King. Farewell, be confident and sudden.
Bal. Yes;
Subjects may stumble when Kings walk astray:
Thine Acts shall be a new Apocrypha.
[Exeunt.
Actus Quartus.
SCAENA PRIMA.
Enter Medina, Alba and Daenia, met by Baltazar with a Ponyard and a Pistoll.
Bal. You meet a Hydra; see, if one head failes; Another with a sulphurous beake stands yawning.
Med. What hath rais'd up this Devill?
Bal. A great mans vices, that can raise all hell.
What woo'd you call that man, who under-saile
In a most goodly ship wherein he ventures
His life, fortunes and honours, yet in a fury
Should hew the Mast downe, cast Sayles over-boord,
Fire all the Tacklings, and to crowne this madnesse
Shoo'd blow up all the Deckes, burne th'oaken ribbes
And in that Combat 'twixt two Elements
Leape desperately and drowne himselfe i'th Seas,—
What were so brave a fellow?