Greatness is the Centre Of all happiness and felicity Like our Lands at first is ty'd to the Crown Kings comes near unto the Gods and are like them Both in power and pleasure do command all Enjoy all are miserable onely in having Of too much and wanting what to wish for Theirs is the dazling happyness 'T is idle Therefore to prefer Private joyes before The Crown-pleasures The King may throw by his Greatness when he please and be poorly happy But the Begger will nere sigh unto a Scepter King Why I Polyander ther 's some life in this A little heaven even in the apprehension Aratus art not thou of this opinion Ara. Not I Sir nor of my Lord the Fools there Kings are more miserable than they seem Happy flatter'd by themselves and others Into a joy that is not and what they feel They rather do imagine than find so Yet I grant too a King may be happy But not then as a King Felicity Is a Purchase and no Inheritance Nor has the Prerogative more than one life In 't ever it dyes still with the Buyer Troubles are the good Kings profession In the Wars the first Dart is thrown at him Where oft times his happyness is in a Glorious death or perhaps his God-like Raies Are pluck'd from him by some accursed hand And so falls less happy being after Vainly wish'd so by a poor revenge he Knows not Com. Very Grave and unseasonable Thus your Lord-ship gets the reputation Of Singularity which the Vulgar Suspect to be Wisdom Ara. Sir you see How this place and my freenes are injur'd King Mirth onely mirth Aratus He means Thy speech would better have become a Councel Than a Banquet Timeus welcome Nay Keep your seats Would thou had'st been partaker Enter Timeus Of our Mirth Time Sir when my actions or my age Shall make me worthy of your ease and pleasures I shall be a thankfull sharer but till then Your Troubles will become me better than Your Sports and Cares will sit more lovely on My Brow than Roses Sir those that are about you Seek to drown your Vertues Ara. Your Highnesse meanes None here Time I name none here my Lord King Nay Timeus Thou nere look'st friendly on our pleasures Time I must confesse Sir I had rather see you Bloudy than thus Wet nor are my Wishes Impious Polyander Poly. My Lord Time How basely that Smile became thee I had Rather thou had'st answer'd me with a Blow Than such a Look I thought to have ask't thee Something but I see thou art unworthy Of a brave Demand Thy Skill lies onely In the Curiosity of a Meal To say at the first touch o' th' tongue this is A Chian this a Falernian Wine Streight by the colour of the flesh to know Whether the foul were cram'd or whether fed Prethee Polyander how sat the Wind When this Bore was slain Were not these Apples Pull'd the Moon Encreasing Degenerate I have seen thee put thy face into a Frown And were 't so constant in that look as if Thou had'st no other Poly Sir when you shall find Or make a cause I 'le put them on again Here they 'l but sour the Entertainment Com. You see my Lord they are not drownd they live Still under water Time Like thine Beast King Prethee Timeus let us enjoy our Mirth While the Gods give it the time will come That we shall wish for it and not have it On my Conscience thou could'st be content To have Enemies onely that thou might'st cut 'em off Time I am sorry Sir if I have offended Against your Mirth it was not my intent I came to bring you News King News What is 't Good Time 'T is as you shall esteem of 't Sir There 's A Stranger Prince ariv'd King Hither Time Yes Sir His Visit 's forc't by a Storm as he pretends King What ere the Occasion is he shall be Welcome The time 's far spent Aratus it Shall be thy Employment From us fairly Salute the Prince and tell him though the Seas Have been Unfriendly the Land shall Court him Ara. Great Sir you highly Honour me Phro So now we have time to speak What think'st thou Exeunt all but Aratus Phronimus and Eurylochus Aratus of these passages Arat. Well bravely well Eury. Your speech strook desperately at the King He will not swallow it without some touch of jealousie Ara. 'T is no matter He cannot crosse us now We have not tan'e so many yeares to build A Work up and then to have it ruin'd With a push No he that will shake 't must first Overthrow a Kingdome a Prince a Law so large The Extents are Nere did Plot thrive like it It has infected with the Holy Sore The greatest part o' th' Realm and catches daily Like some Unheard of New Opinions Streightned at first and prison'd in the brests Of two or three gain strength by Time and Eares And daily fed by curiosity Thrust out at last the Old and most Receiv'd And grow the whole Religion of the Place When we have call'd our Party forth the Work Will seem done the thin Numbers that are left Not deserving the Name of Enemies The Tyrant then will see himself no more A King but onely the Wretched Cause of Warre His Power being ravisht from him Phr. While the fruit 's thus ripe why doe we let it grow Eury. And spoil perhaps Arat. We will no longer onely A little Ceremony detaines us To Crown our King that past our actions With our thoughts shall then contend in swiftnesse Phro How sped your visit to the young Prince Arat. Most happily O had you seen with me The Dear Cause of this our Danger how Cheap Would you have thought the Greatest for his Sake And stood contemning Life thinking your bloud Ill-stored within your veines when that his service Call'd it sure 't was some such Shape and Sweetness Which first slav'd men and gain'd a Rule before there was A Kingdome Eury. You forget your Message to the Prince Arat. 'T is true pray bear me Company we may get thankes For our Complement another day Exeunt Omnes Enter Harpastes Harp Devill whether wilt thou hurle me The Ship Sunk under so much Ill nor can the Earth Bear us both together the greatest Hills Presse not her face with half that Load one thought Of Goodnesse made me lighter than the Waves And in an instant taught me how to swim Enter Melampus to him Melampus Melam Harpastes Harp Are we onely scap't Melam I hope so Harp Then the Storm has plaid the Hangman And sav'd us Innocent Melam Innocent What 's that It has sav'd us so much labour and a broken head perhaps Harp The Wrack was great and full of horror Melam How the rogues pray'd and roar'd above the Waves Vow'd whole heards of Off rings for their safety But Neptune sav'd 'em Charges and took the Verier Beasts Harp We scapt miraculously Melam I hope you 'l burn no Bullocks to the
Sea Harp No my Vowes were of another Nature I vow'd to live well and change my bloudy purpose Melam Thou did'st not mean in Earnest Harp I did then but I no sooner toucht the shore And safety but my Old thoughts return'd Melam Come wee 'l goe claim our Hire and swear we kill'd him Before the storm Our Fellowes dead-pay will Fall to us Wee 'l demand for losses I Enter Pallantus And our dangers too Harp If my Eyes deceive Me not here comes one will deny the payment Melam 'T is he how the Devil scapt he Be resolute and second me Pallan How now friends amaz'd at what 's past Dangers Ore-blown are Dreames no more to be esteemed of Within this hour you would have given a world To stand thus had it been yours let not smaller Losses then afflict you The greatest Riches Are trifles after such Deliverance Our Birth-day was not half to us so happy As is this Minute then we had no sence Of Life now we perceive and joy in 't They assault him and he kills 'em What mov'd these Villaines hatred Sure they know Me not Nor did I ere see them before This Voyage They could not hope for Money There 's more in 't Let me see What 's here a beard Black patches Sure 't is their trade they are so He searches 'em Furnisht Both are of the same profession He finds a Letter about the last I am glad to hear you have found Pallantus receive this man the bearer into your Company and Counsell and if your secret practises fail you assault him openly and by violence perform the Murder let the one or the other be done speedily my imployments here for you are many and instant Your Lord and Friend Timeus Art thou the Lord my wonder then is o're Thy l' reachery was ever greater than thy Hate And that too was something more than Malice Above the search of Innocence a Knot Unto the subtil'st Traitors a Ridde To thy self Were not thy Home-Cruelties Enough but thou must maintain thy Factors Out for lives in Forrain Kingdomes I have Lain hid so long am now so New Form'd by Art No friend can know me Hate thy Eyes are more Percieving far than Friendships I have not Dared to Name my self because with it I doe Name my Father and yet thou hast me perfect Him with many more that were to Good to look on So much Ill as thine and thy fathers Lives Were made away Some God give me temper Or too much Rage instead of a Revenger Will turn me a Stock a Fool Hear me yee Banisht Gods for I may justly fear If that your powers are absent anywhere 'T is from this place where Tyranny doth raign On this Altar I doe vow to be your Martyr If not your surviving Instrument Nere to let fall your Vengeance till it light On those which slew the King your King the Image of your Goodnesse Which kill'd the Prince And dared to say that he was lost lost indeed Which on the Princesse doe intend a Rape Their Marriage is no better Which slew My Father and last resolv'd on me Had I a thousand lives I 'd ' gage them here And think your judgement yet not bought too dear Enter Aratus Phronimus and Eurylochus Arat. In the name of wonder what are thou Pall Why What am I Sir Arat. Nay I know not Nor does any but an Antiquary Or a Conjurer certainly Th' art no Man Or if thou be'st I am sure none of the Last Edition Pall Were your Troop absent I 'd make you find I were without those helpes T is so long since you saw a Man a true One That you know not when you meet one Your Lordships Glass shewed you none this morning Eury. Whence camest thou Ara. I that I 'd fain know here 's no hole open In the Earth Pall From Sea Ara. From the bottom sure Above Water nothing floats like thee Phro Of what profession art thou a Soldier Pall Yes Ara. Thou shouldst be hang'd for thy very looks If thou wert not they are excusable aside In no Calling else Pall I know ye all but At this time will not be known unto you These are some insolent Scoffers that breath Their Wits on all they see weaker than themselves Against they meet the Fool next I wrong my self To talk to 'em Eury. Dost hear Pall None of your wit yet Eury. Thou bleed'st Pall Was 't that made me such a wonder I do so Eury. And much blood is spilt upon The Ground Know'st thou the cause Pall Yes I was Assaulted by two Rank Rascals which I Let blood and cured Phro Hast thou not kill'd and rob'd'em Pall Sir your thoughts are base And you do ill thus To insult upon my Innocency Rob'd'em Money 's more below my thoughts than Earth My Education has been Noble and Though the Midwife wrapt me not in Purple Nor Princes Gossipt at my Birth I have Dared to be as Honest as the Greatest My Word hath commanded more than all your Lands and Money Those Deeds which I have done Dishonesty dared not to have look'd on They would have frighted your Lordship if but Told you toward bed-time Phro I never saw Such fierceness Ara. I begin to admire this fellow Eury. Where hast thou bestow'd'em Pall behind there If you search 'em you may find more What Money They had the Sea wash'd 'em clean of before their deaths Phro Why were they cast away Pall Yes but it seems they search the villaines They had a Land-fate Ara. Who 's here rogues limbs Their two heads a piece Phro Here 's a Paper speaks 'em Most notorious Villains Eury. They were proper men Ara. They were so Did'st kill 'em both alone Pall I told you once so and am not proud of 't To boast it o're again and tell you how I did it Ara. Trust me th' art a brave fellow And I admire thy stoutness Thou look'st As if thou hadst been Nure'd in perils Darest thou with us confront a Bold One But as Honest as'tis Great What say'st thou Canst thou like of us Phro Thou shalt not find us As we appear'd at first Pall While ye talk thus I can And in your Business if Honesty Go yok'd with Danger it cannot fright me then No though all the Monsters of Sea and Land And Hell to boot were fram'd into one Horror I 'd face it Charge it and wager a life I 'd Conquer it Ara. Thy words go high as thunder Pall Pardon my words if my actions bear up Equal Arat. I believe they will And dare promise thou wilt do wonders Let meimbrace the Th' art welcome to our Friendship Mine eyes did look on thee unworthily Before me thinks th' art Comely now thy scarrs Are so many Graces not set by an Effeminate but by a manly and A War-like skill Business cals us hence thou shalt not Part one Minute from me Thy wounds needs help Come thou shalt Heal before me Exeunt omnes Enter Clearchus
Ruine of Greatness in this The Ruine of my Name A Rape were a Glory To thy Affection and though it had Lost It would have Got me Fame the Honour of A Ravish'd Virgin Did'st thou Woe me with the Highest Services as thou com'st in my Fathers Blood I could Reward thee but could Never yeeld thee Love I was too long A Princess and lost the name too Late To entertain so low a thought Pall The World Of Causes that part me and Happyness Eud. Love is soft and full of Curtesie A greater Opposite to Lust than Hate The Flames thou feel'st are more preposterous Than those which burn the Brests of Satyrs or Of Beasts which kill the Young and in that blood Enjoy the Dam. Think'st thou that any is So bold in Lust to imbrance the Fears thy Love Brings with it Pall My Youth and Comliness how Are you obscur'd Eudo. My Miseries have put A new Nature in me chang'd that Calmness I had wont enjoy into the Looks and Language of a Fury How ill does Rage Become a Virgins brest I will suppress it And if it must break forth dissolve it into Tears An Age worn out in thought cannot present One Comfort to me I am so Wretched Oh! My soul 's more Earthy than my body This War that is within me I hope will Gain a Victory o'er my Life at last Pall Accursed that I was to be the Authour Of so much Miserie Is there no way to restore That Peace which you have lost If there be any Despair not of it though it be held within The jawes of Death I 'll snatch it for you Though it were lost in the Darkest Mass of things My Love would distinguish 't in a Chaos If it have no Being but what your Thought Gives Life to I 'll Wish it for you so strong My Phansie is to serve you Let it be Any thing to be done I 'll do it Can I The wretched Cause removed bring ease unto You Sufferings Here on my Knee I yeeld my Life Unto your taking or if you had rather I 'll offer 't up my self Eudo. No and yet There is a way and thou may'st do it Pall Is there a way O my joyes The Gods are Merciful Name it name it to me Eudo. If thou wilt vow to do it presently Pall Need I an Oath to confirm I would be Happy 'T is my own Happyness I thus Eagerly pursue in yours Ev'ry sigh You give doth make me breathless and ev'ry Tear which you let fall doth bow me nearer To the Earth than all the years and Wounds that I have suffer'd Yet I will swear By all things Holy all that I fear and reverence To refuse no Labours Death to gain your Ease And restore joy unto your Life again Eudo. Now thou can'st not thy last words have render'd Thee Unable The Ease was Death which yet I beg from thee Pall From what a Heaven of happyness Am I fallen Eud. Assist me all my strength Ye Gods this way ye have ordained I should Come to you pardon that Fate then which your selves Did give me She makes an offer to stab her self Rod O my Lady Pall Stay O stay that hand Let that Goodness in you which would spare Things Fair and Holy preserve the Fairest and The Holiest The Angells would be proud to take Such Shape upon them when they Visit Earth 'T is such as Your self ought to look with Reverence on Eudor Ther 's a Weapon hid within my Heart which None can take away it wounds deeply now Death thou art a Lover and dost Court me mildly Ladies O my Lady help help O my Lady She faints Rod Give her more air Pall She 's gone my time 's no longer Our Lives were woven on the same Web the Destinies condemn ' me to see her Death And then to follow He prepares to fall upon his Sword Rod She breaths stand off Eud. My Brother O my Father Rod How doe you Madam Eud. Too well my strength returnes to fast unto me Pall Were my Soul fled that Voyce would call it back Again it self would return and choose this Paradise on Earth I 'le not disturbe her With my Longer stay Fair One if your Lady Shall need any thing you may have it with A thought No lesse respect shall wait on her Than if her Father still Rul'd all The Guard Shall be at your Command and attend onely For your Quiet and your Safety Rod Souldier Th' art Noble The Gods reward thy goodnesse Exit Pallantus at one door and Eudora led off by the Ladies at the other CHORUS HE who Unjustly sway'd the State Lives no where now but in their Hate There 's Nothing left of him but Shame Which both Preserves and Clouds his Name When Civill-Beasts fall let it be Call'd Slaughter and not Victory When that He dyes that lived a Shade His Sleep's Continu'd then not Made Arise thou Starre of Honour here And in his Stead shine round our Sphear Grace thou the Throne and let us see Thy Father once more Raign in thee We 'l now in nought but Love Conspire And no brest burn but with True Fire While that such manners rule the Throne Live all by his he by his Own ACTUS 5. SCENA 1. Enter Eudora and Rodia Eud. THis Quiet we enjoy does strike Amazement In me Sure they have Slain the Body with The Head which makes this Generall Calm Rod Madam 'T is much more Innocent And though that part Of it we find by particular Command Be Order'd so yet 't is but an Image Of the Universall Peace that Blesses All the Isle No Noise of Armes Rapine of Souldiers Tumults Slaughters are seen in any Place but Securitie and Joy doe reign As in a long and Setl'd Peace The Conspirators Having brought about their Great Design Desire to have it seen to all the World They Sought a Change but not a Desolation Eud. Their Moderation is too Late nor will It satisfie the Gods when they have spilt So much Bloud that they will Spill no more Rod O Madam how farre you wander and are lost In Error and to all your other Miseries Is added this your Mistaking of the Ground On which you Suffer and whether with my Duty It will stand to inform you of the Right I know not Yet while there is a Charitie In the Rudenesse I shall be bold to tell you This Last Alteration the State has suffer d This wresting of the Scepter from your Name Together with your Fathers Life has not Befallen through the Impious and black Contrivance of a few bloudie and ambitious Lords greedie to assume the Royall Ensignes To themselves but in the Name of Justice And the Owner they have made this Seizure And there stands up a King to Countenance And Justifie the Fact a King not known Unto the Latter Age a Son of Him From whom with the like violence but more Injustice pardon what I say your Father Formerlie did tear the Diadem O Madam Your
Innocence or Pietie Or both though you stood for many Yeares So Great a Person in the State Kept you From looking in this Mysterie And if You doubt the truth of what I have said Or can suspect your Enemies Cause is pleaded By me ask of the most Zealous to your House And Name and you will find I have not onely Declar'd a Veritie but restrain'd by Manners And by Duty conceal'd a Storie of the horrid'st Crueltie that any Age or time can Parallel Eud. If this be true our Sinnes are mightier Than our Suff'rings and had we a greater Debt Than Life we ought to pay it My Miseries Are due to me I was a Partie and Enjoy'd my Fathers Violence and Treason Rod You are as Innocent as at that Time Your Age was and onely doe offend in these Your Teares and too much Sorrow which on this Occasion shew'd excessively is not To Grieve but to Repine The King was Old And taking his Latest Leave and 't is hard To say whether he were First opprest with Yeares Or Vengeance My Lord Time us 't is true Was Young but waigeing so seaslesse and perverse A Warre 'gainst Vertue and 'gainst Justice What wonder if at last he sunk in such A Quarrell Eud. How ill these Words become thee To speak and me to hear 'em Think'st thou the Shame And Vices of our House can bring a Comfort To me Rod I think their Shame and Vices Madam Ought not to oppresse your Innocence Eud. As the Glories so the Dishonours of A Familie reflect upon the Rest Of Kin Rod 'T is the Error of the Blind Mistaking World that placeth either where They are not deserv'd Eud. Can any shift off With Honour from themselves the Sad Calamitie That O're-whelmes their House Rod If that Calamitie Be the punishment of Particular Crimes To dote on the Calamitie is to Allow The Crimes Eud. None can be suspected to allow A Crime that punish even their Innocence For their Alliance to the Vitious Rod Nor none can be admired for Justice more That punish Innocence on any Score Enter Lady to 'em Lady There 's one of the Adverse party that seems Of Note desires admittance to your Highnesse Eud. See Rodia who it is Rodia goes out as to see and returnes again Who is it Rod Madam I Know not nor did I e'er see Any like him His Grace and Forme admit No Paralell He speaks like the Souldier That first broke in upon us but him It cannot be He was the Terror This the Delight And Wonder of those that look upon him Eud. Whether will thy Unseemly Admiration Carry thee In Men Beauty 's the Least Part. Rod Madam it appears so in him Yet where Such Excellence of Form is seen the Beauties Of the Mind are seldome Common He craves Admittance to your Highnesse and will not Take it before that it be granted Eud. Admit him It will not become our State To deny Commands much lesse when they Intreat Rodia goes out and returns again with Pallantus richly habited Pal. The Kingdome owes a Sacrifice for your Life All will joy to hear of it which had it falid Would have pul'd more Guilt upon us then the Sinns Of a whole Age Eud. It is my shame you tell me of And a great Share of my Grief that thus I stay To Grieve Pal. My Offensive Tongue can utter Nothing pleasing to you so great are your Misfortuues and your Honour so tender To you Yet if my Bloud could Cure the Wounds I have given you I would not stick to make A Balsome with it Eud. Thou art not He Which gave'em me Pal. If my Repentance can make Me Clear I am not Otherwise t was I Who blinded with the beauty of a Rash Revenge tore from you all your Joyes and with it Lost my Owne Eud. Th' art strangly Alterd If thou bee'st he Pal. Nothing so strangely As my Hopes are Which first appeared to me In a shape most Heavenly and told me All should be as Blessed as their Form That if I would strike one Noble Blow I should remove the Numerous Wrongs and Evils Of a Nation But treacherously hid it From my sight that with the same stroke I should Produce One Evill out-weighing all the rest That I had Remedied Eud. Why dost thou Colour thus Thy Cruelty with Outward shew of Justice And Compassion Thou hadst no Cause for that Which thou hast done The Wrongs were General Thou Urgest so and of a Publique Nature And came not in the Compasse of thy Private Vengance but that thou hadst a Hand was ever prest And ready to act a Cruelty Pal. Yet I had A Cause pardon me that I say so and being That I saw not You before I did it A Just One I lost a Soveraigne as near To me in Bloud as Love And if this Cause Seeme Remote I had a Father Murdered Whose Death it became me to Right with Vengeance As it becomes you to mourn ore yours with Teares My self the First Prince of all this Isle Was drove a Fugitive to other Countrys My Wrongs and Innocence were my onely Guilt Nor did my Persecutors here give ore They thought too Much was Left me in my Life So Poore at that time so Orewhelmd with Miseries T was hardly from a Death to be distinguish't Their Injuries put a New One in me And blew the Sparke unto a Flame Consumd'em Look on this It may bring you Comfort He gives her the Letter he found at the beginning in the Villaines pocket that should have kil'd him With making you Out-of-love with the Subject Of your Grief Eud. Pallantus are you Pallantus Pal. This is the first Day I have dared to be so Eud. And to all the Treason and Injustice named Here 's signd Timeus Couldst thou be so Cruell So foully Impious Degenerate Brother This hath made a Mercy of all that hath Befallen thee Nay thou dost deserve To have thy Punishments out-Live thee To have this Blasting Character engraved upon Thy Tombe to all Posterity Here lies The Bloudy Treacherous and to make thee Monstrous to have thy Age joynd to it The Young Timeus that was subtle in His Youth What remaines for me That Happinesse The most Wretched do enjoy is taken From me A Worthy Cause of Sorrow Now I can neither Live or Dye without a Staine Pal. Can you find yet a Resemblance but of Justice Inmy Actions Eud. I Know not how to Answer you The Tongue that can defend such Impious Deeds Must be as Wicked as the Will that did Commit'em Had Equity poynted all Your Actions out given you Rules to work by Told you how much how farre you must have gon You could not have done more Justly There wants Not any thing to Crown your Judgment but My Death the onely Surviving Issue Of that Sinful Race I have a long time Loathd my Life and now I loath My Self too I find I know not how a Guiltinesse Possesse me my Fathers Crimes flow like his