Act Four, Scene Two Actus.4. Scæna.3, [Enter] Olympia alone. Olympia Distrest Olympia, whose weeping eies Since thy arrivall here beheld beholde no Sun, But closde within the comp a the sse of a tent, Hath Have stain'd thy cheekes, and made thee look like death , Devise some meanes to rid thee of thy life , . Rather than yeeld to his detested suit, Whose drift is onely to dishonor thee. And since this earth, dew'd with thy brinish teares, Affoords no hearbs, whose taste may poison thee, Nor yet this seer, beat often with thy sighes, Contagious smels, and vapors to infect thee, Nor thy close Cave a sword to murther thee, Let this invention be the instrument. Enter Theridamas. Theridamas Wel met Olympia, I sought thee in my tent , But when I saw the place obscure and darke, Which with thy beauty thou wast was woont to light, Enrag'd I ran about the fields for thee, Supposing amorous Jove love had sent his sonne, The winged Hermes, to convey thee hence: But now I finde thee, and that feare is past. Tell me Olympia, wilt thou graunt my suit? Olympia My Lord and husbandes death, with my sweete sons Sonne , With whom I buried al affections, Save griefe and sorrow which torment my heart, Forbids Forbid my mind to entertaine a thought That tends to love, but meditate on death, A fitter subject for a pensive soule. Theridamas Olympia, pitie him, in whom thy looks Have greater operation and more force Than Cynthias in the watery wildernes, For with thy view my joyes are at the full, And eb againe, as thou departst from me. Olympia Ah, pity me my Lord, and draw your sword, Making a passage for my troubled soule, Which beates against this prison to get out, And meet my husband and my loving sonne. Theridamas Nothing, but stil thy husband and thy sonne? Leave this my Love, and listen more to me . , Thou shalt be stately Queene of faire Argier, And cloth'd in costly cloath of messy gold, Upon the marble turrets of my Court Sit like to Venus in her chaire of state, Commanding all thy princely eie desires, And I will cast off armes and to sit with thee, Spending my life in sweet discourse of love. Olympia No such discourse is pleasant in to mine eares, But that where every period ends with death, And every line begins with death againe: I cannot love to be an Emperesse. Theridamas Nay Lady, then if nothing wil prevaile, Ile use some other means to make you yeeld, Such is the sodaine fury of my love, I must and wil be pleasde, and you shall yeeld: Come to the tent againe. Olympia Stay good now my Lord, and wil you if you will save my honor, Ile give your Grace a present of such price, As all the world cannot affoord the like. Theridamas What is it ? . Olympia An ointment which a cunning Alcumist Distilled from the purest Balsamum, And simplest extracts of all Minerals, In which the essentiall fourme of Marble stone, Tempered by science metaphisicall, And Spels of magicke from the mouthes mother of spirits, With which if you but noint your tender Skin, Nor Pistol pistols , Sword, nor Lance can pierce your flesh. Theridamas Why Madam, thinke ye you to mocke me thus palpably? Olympia To proove it, I wil mil noint my naked throat, Which when you stab, looke on your weapons point, And you shall se't rebated with the blow. Theridamas Why gave you not your husband some of it, If you loved him, and it so precious? Olympia My purpose was (my Lord) to spend it so, But was prevented by his sodaine end. And for a present easie proofe hereof thereof , That I dissemble not, trie it on me. Theridamas I wil I wil I'll Olympia, and will keep it for The richest present of this Easterne world. She noints her throat. Olympia Now stab my Lord, and mark your weapons point That wil be blunted if the blow be great. Theridamas Here then Olympia. [Stabs her.] What, have I slaine her? Villaine, stab thy selfe: Cut off this arme that murthered my thy Love: In whom the learned Rabies of this age, Might find as many woondrous myracles, As in the Theoria Theona of the world. Now Hell is fairer than Elisian, A greater Lamp than that bright eie of heaven, From whence the starres doo borrow borrow doo all their light, Wanders about the black circumference, And now the damned soules are free from paine, For every Fury gazeth on her lookes: Infernall Dis is courting of my Love, Inventing maskes and stately showes for her, Opening the doores of his rich treasurie, To entertaine this Queene of chastitie, Whose body shall be tomb'd with all the pompe The treasure of my thy this kingdome may affoord. Exit, taking her away.