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A06982	The true tragedy of Herod and Antipater with the death of faire Marriam. According to Iosephus, the learned and famous Iewe. As it hath beene, of late, diuers times publiquely acted (with great applause) at the Red Bull, by the Company of his Maiesties Reuels. Written by Geruase Markham, and William Sampson. Gentlemen.	Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.; Sampson, William, 1590?-1636. aut	1622 (1622)	STC 17401; ESTC S112199	49,092	84

Innocent as Silence if my lips Ere open'd to relate it let me feele Some sodaine fatall iudgement Gracious Sir Search out this secret further 't will be found There is more Treason breeding Her I 'm resolu'd Madam you haue accus'd me and I stand So strongly on mine owne truth that you must Discouer your Informers By that loue Once you did faine to beare me by that faith Which should linke married couples by the awe Duty and truth of Women or if these Be canceld with you fury yet by that Great power your King hath ore you and to shun The scourge of Torments which I sollemnly Will try to the extreamest heere I bind Nay doe command you that vnfainedly You tell me who inform'd you Mar. You haue laid So great Commandments on me that I dare In no wise disobey you Sir it was Lord Ioseph that inform'd me Her Ha Ioseph O my abused confidence Ant. Now it workes Kip. The fire begins to kindle Sal. But I le bring Fuell that shall inflame it Her Ioseph was 't Ioseph then t is time to feele My cold dull vnbelieuing Ios. O pardon me It was my loue not malice Her No your lust And you shall buy it dearely Call a Guard Enter Animis and a Guard Haue I for this so often lost my selfe Within the Labyrinth of her wanton eyes And am I now repaid with Treachery Ceaze on those wretched Creatures Salumith Stand forth and what thy knowledge can approue Against those Traytors speake it now mine eare Lies open to my safety Ant. Brauely speake You shall haue strong supporters now his eare Is open see you fill it Sal. Doubt me not Great Sir with confidence as full of Truth As they are full of Treason I auerre These in your absence haue abus'd your bed With most incestuous foule Adultery Mar. All that 's like goodnesse shield me Ios. Woman looke vp The vault of Heauen is Marble this vntruth Will make it fall to kill thee Sal. Let it come If I speake ought vniustly all my words My blood and oath shall seale to Enter Antipater Pheroas and Achitophel Antip. Good let my loue perswade thee doe not buze Such foule things in his eares his Maiestie Is too much mou'd already Phe. Good my Lord Let me discharge my duty Ant. Nay for that I dare not to withstand yet questionlesse The Queene is not so wicked Goe put home Y 'aue all things to assist you Sirrah Iew Forget not thy preferment Ach. Feare me not Her How now what tumult 's that Phe. O my dread Lord Grant me your gracious pardon I must tell A sad and heauy Story yet most true And yet 'gainst such a person as I feare Your eare will not receiue it Her Speake 'gainst whom Phe. Against the Queene Mar. O sacred Truth but thee I haue nor sword nor armour Her Vtter it Phe. Since your departure to my hands she brought This fatall Violl saying Pheroas Thou art the Kings Cup-bearer by my loue I charge thee when his Maiesty shall call For wine giue him this Potion t is a draught Shall crowne thee with great fortunes I desir'd To know the nature shee with solemne oathes Swore it was nothing but a wholsome drinke Compounded with such Art that tasting it You would doate of her beauty and become A very Slaue to her perfections I promis'd to performe it yet my feare Arguing with my Iudgement made me try The vertue on a Spaniel and I found It was an odious poyson Omnes Wonderfull Phe. After this triall I demanded then From whom her Highnesse had it she affirm'd From the Lord Ioseph but by stricter search I found this Iew was he compounded it Ach. I doe confesse the Queene of Israel Commanded me to try my vtmost skill In this most strong Confection said it was To proue the force of Simples I her Slaue Durst not to disobay her yet suspect Made me reueale it to this Noble-man Her How answer you this Treason Mar. Silently Her That 's a confession Mar. Why as good be dumbe As speake to eares are glewd vp or a faith That 's arm'd against beleeuing but great Sir If either of these open then beleeu 't Was neuer wrong'd a greater innocence Ios. Malice hath wrought vpon vs and oretane Our guiltlesse liues with vengeance Hell it selfe Is not more false then these are yet I know Nothing can saue vs but a Miracle Her The guilty euer plead thus cursed chance To haue my Ioyes deuoure me but t is done Princes your eares and Counsels Herod whispers with Ant. the Princes and Pheroas Q. Alex. Ha! is 't so Hath Mischiefe got the Conquest then t is time To change my disposition and deceiue Those which would else deceiue me in this kinde It skils not whom we iniure whom we blinde P. Alex. Sir of my life all this is counterfait And this great Diuell inchants you for these slaues They speake but what is taught them Y. Arist. On my life Our royall Mother 's guiltlesse doe not let Their hatefull malice step betweene her life And your most gracious fauour Her Princely youths Nature and loue deceiues you wretched things What can you say to stay destruction Mar. That w' are the Kings and none are innocent Vnlesse he please to thinke so Q. Alex. Impudent Is that all thou canst vtter Haue I liu'd To see thee grow thus odious to forsake The chast imbracements of a royall bed For an incestuous Letcher to become The Peoples scorne the honest Matrons curse The Tribes disgrace and Israels obloquy Nay more the whole worlds wonder and a staine Nere to be washt off from Ierusalem O mine afflicted honor Kip. Heere 's a change Sal. A Tempest neuer lookt for Q. Alex. Packe for shame Runne to thine owne destruction What a Whore A poysoning Whore a baudy Murderesse Nay more a treacherous Strumpet O that Heauen Had made mine anger Lightning that it might Destroy thee in a moment Mar. Madam stay Can your true goodnesse thinke me culpable Q. Alex. Is it not prou'd apparant Mar. Then be dumbe Be dumbe for euer Marriam if you thinke I can be guilty who is innocent Madam you are my Mother O call vp Your worst imaginations all the scapes Both of mine Infance Childhood or ripe yeares And if the smallest shadow in them all Betoken such an error curse me still Let me finde death with horror otherwise Silence and patience helpe me Sir t is fit You plead your owne cause I am conquered Ios. There 's but one true Iudge ouer Israel And hee knowes I am guiltlesse Her T is the Plea Of euery guilty person Animis Conuay those wicked creatures with your Guard Vnto the market-place and there in sight Of all the people cause the Hangman take Their curst head from their bodies P. Alex. Stay great Sir Doe not an act t' amaze all Israel O looke with mercies eyes vpon the Queene The Innocent Queene our Mother let not Slaues Blast her with false reproches

bring out our safeties Villaines we know Are sometimes Stilts on which great men must goe Enter Herod with his sword drawne in his other hand a Letter driuing before him P. Alexander and Y. Aristobulus Animis Hillus Lime and Handsaw following Herod Antip. steps betweene Herod and the Princes P. Alex. Y. Arist. Sir as y' are royall heare vs Her Villaines Traytors Vipers Ant. In the name Of goodnesse and of good men what hand dare Be rais'd against his Soueraigne Gracious Sir Let not your rage abuse you there 's none heere That your word cannot slaughter Her Giue me way Shall my owne blood destroy me that I gaue I le sacrifice to Iustice P. Alex. Yet Sir hold Heare but our innocent answere Y. Arist. If we proue Guilty let tortures ceaze vs Sal. O my Lord T is a becomming Iustice heare them speake Her What Villaines that are arm'd against me Sal. T is not so Nephewes deare Nephewes Throw at his Highnes feete these ill becomming weapons In this case they doe not guard but hurt you P. Alex. We obey and with our weapons offer vp our liues To haue our cause but heard indifferently Y. Arist. Sir there 's no greater innocence on earth Iniur'd then our alleageance let but truth Accuse vs in a shadow spare vs not Her But truth accuse you O strange impudence Th' art not of Brasse but Adamant seest thou this This man you hir'd with stone to murder me This man with timber both you wrought to staine The sacred building with foule Paricide Is not this true Lym. Han. Most true my Lord wee will both bee forsworne vnto it P. Alex. Falshood th' art grown a mighty one when these These Slaues shall murder Princes Her No not these Your vilde acts doe destroy you Speake my Lord Did not you see these in the dead of night Arm'd with their weapons watch at my Chamber doore Intending to assault me Hil. T is most true And had I not with threats and some exclaimes Remou'd them you had perisht Ant. Wonderfull P. Alex. O truth for shame awaken this Slaue will Exile thee from all Mankinde Her What doth this Bristle your guilty spirits No I le come Neerer vnto your Treasons heer 's your hands Your own hands most vnnaturall Sister see See mine Antipater for I know you both Are perfect in their hands and Characters This Letter did they traitrously conuey Vnto Chrysander which commands our Powers And Conquests won in Greece inciting him To breake his firme alleageance and to ioyne His strength with theirs to worke our ouerthrow Speake our Centurion did not you receiue This Letter from Chrysander Ani. My Lord I did Her And that it is their owne hands witnesse you And you and all that know them Sal. I am strooke dumbe with wonder I should sweare This were your own hands Nephews Ant. By my hopes If it be false t is strangely counterfeit The Slaue that did it had a cunning hand And neere acquaintance with you but deare Sir It shall be gracious in you to conceiue The best of these misfortunes who that knowes The world knowes not her mischieues and how Slaues Are euer casting Mines vp for my part Though there 's no likelihood I will suppose This is and may be counterfeit Sal. And so will I Her But neuer I it is impossible P. Alex. Sir I beseech you howsoere you lose The force of Nature or the touch of blood Lose not the vse of Iustice that should liue When both the rest are rotten all these proofes Are false as Slander and the worke hew'd out Only by malice when w' are tane away T is you your selfe next followes why alasse We are your Armour he that would strike home And hit you soundly must vnbuckle vs Y. Arist. Besides Sir please you either send or call Chrysander home whom we haue euer held A noble free and worthy Gentleman And if he doe accuse vs we will throw Our liues to death with willingnesse nay more Plead guilty to their Slanders Ant. In my thoughts This is a noble motion heare them Sir Sal. It will renowne your patience Sacred Sir Let me begge for my Nephewes you haue said You tooke delight to heare me heare me now Ant. S'foote y' are too earnest and will spoyle vs all Begge with a scuruy cold Parenthesis Sir though I know in this case minutes are Irrecouerable losses yet you may If 't please you grant them their Petition Her I 'm resolu'd Enter Tryphon Chrysander shall be sent for ha how now Why star'st thou why art breathlesse Try O my Lord My gracious Lord heare me I must disclose A treason foule and odious these your Sonnes Your Princely Sonnes chiefly Prince Alexander By fearefull threats and golden promises Haue labour'd me that when I should be cald To trim your Highnesse beard or cut your hayre I then should lay my Razor to your throat And send you hence to Heauen Ant. Sal. O vnnaturall Her Villaine speake this againe P. Alex. Y. Arist. Villaine speak truth feare Iudgement Try Briefly Sir Prince Alexander and Aristobulus Offer'd me heapes of gold to cut your throat When I should trim or shaue you Her From which thus Mine owne hand shall secure me villaine die stabs Tryph. That knew'st a way to kill me and henceforth What Slaue soeuer dare to fill mine eare With tales of this foule nature thus shall perish I le not be tortur'd liuing where 's my Guard Handle those treacherous young men and with cordes Strangle them both immediately P. Alex. Sir O Sir Y. Arist. Heare vs but heare vs Her Neuer I am deafe Villaines that hatch such execrable thoughts Vnfit for noble spirits shall not breath Dispatch I say for vnto time I le raise Such Trophees of Seuerity that he Which reads your Story with a bloody thought Shall tremble and forsake it P. Alex. Yet that man Seeing your Rigor and our Innocence Shall turne his feare to pitty and condemne The malice of your rashnesse Sir to dye Thus as we doe not guilty is a death Of all most blest most glorious for it is To braue death not to feele it and this end Reuiues vs but not kils vs Y. Arist. Brother true Let me imbrace thy goodnesse for I know The last gaspe of a death thus innocent Hath no paine in it and w' are sure to finde Sweetnesse i th' shortnesse all content of minde Her Pull and dispatch them They strangle the Princes Ant. This was well contriu'd Sal. An act worth imitation Ant. O mighty Sir You haue done Iustice brauely on your head Depends so many heads and on your life The liues of such aboundance that beleeu 't Acts and Consents must not alone be fear'd But Words and Thoughts nay very Visions In this case must be punish't Ancient times For Princes safeties made our Dreames our Crimes Her T is true and I am resolute to run a Course T' affright the proud'st Attempter goe conuay Those bodies vnto Buriall Antipater Come

be a God And finde out Truth by Miracle Her No more Y. Arist. No more yes sure if euery word I speake Should naile me to destruction Mighty Sir Fauour your owne repentance doe not spill The innocent bloud vniustly for th' account Is heauy as damnation to your selfe And to your owne become a Daniel Her I le heare no more P. Alex. O sacred Sir you must Vpon my knees I begge compassion Compassion for my Mother Y. Arist. To this ground Wee le grow eternally till you vouchsafe To grant her mercy or to giue her Cause A larger course of tryall Her Once againe I charge you to forget her P. Alex. How forget The chast wombe which did beare vs or the paps Which gaue vs sucke Can there in Nature be A Lethargie so frozen Y. Arist. Nay what 's more Can we forget her holy Stocke deriu'd From all the blessed Patriarchs in whom You and our selues are glorious O dread Sir Haue mercy on her goodnesse P. Alex. Mercy Sir Her How am I vext with importunity Away to Execution if againe I doe command t is fatall Y. Arist. And if we Indure it let vs perish brother draw The Princes draw And let our good swords guard her Sir y 'aue broke A linke in Natures best chaine and her death Conuerts vs to your mortall enemies Her What am I brau'd by Traitors Villaines force Way to the Execution or you perish P. Alex. Mother hold life but one houre and wee 'l rescue you The Princes force through the guard Antipater drawes stands before Herod all the rest conuey away the Prisoners Alexandra wringing her hands Did euer Kings owne bowels thus become The Typhon of sedition or can 't be I could beget these Serpents I ft be so Vnder the Aetna of their damned pride I le smoother and consume them Ant. Sir I know Your wisedome such as can discerne what t is At once to feare to suffer and to dye By th' hand of sterne ambition which i th' end Makes still her habitation like the place Where poyson growes so naked and so bare That dust disdaines t' abide there Her Passing true But I le root out that vengeance yet againe When I awake my memory to looke Vpon her sweetnesse goodnesse and conceiue That no affaire no wisedome or fond zeale Which oft attainteth others could touch her O then me thinkes I might at least haue breath'd Before I had condemn'd her Iustice should i th darke of these confusions borne a Torch Before Truth and mine anger but alas Folly and Rashnesse led me and I 'ue lost All my delight at one throw Antipater Goe runne flye O stay the Execution Ant. Willingly Yet please you first to thinke Whether the act hurt not your Maiestie Kings in these waighty causes must not play At fast and loose their wordes are Oracles And iudgement should pursue them Her Good no more goe stay the Execution Ant. Not on earth is there a man more willing Yet when Kings condemne themselues of rashnesse Who can blame contempt to follow after Her Lord to see how time is lost with talking Antip. I am gone Offers to goe and returnes Yet Sir beleeu 't the Maiesty which strikes Against contempt shall nere recouer it Her Yet againe Ant, Sir I can vanish quickly yet behold Heere 's one can saue my labour Enter Pheroas Her Speake my Lord where is my Queene O where 's my Marriam Phe. Sir she is dead Her Dead Be the world dead with her for on earth There 's no life but her glory yet declare How dyed the wofull Lady Phe. Like a Saint Like did I say O Sir so farre beyond That neuer Saint came neere her president She did not goe as one that had beene led To take a violent parting but as Fate Had in her owne hands thrust her Destiny Saying or liue or dye whilst she that knew The one and th' others goodnesse did agree Onely to dye as th' act most excellent Her Mothers bitter railings all the cries Of the amazed People mou'd not her No not one poore small twinckle of her eye But with a constancie that would outface The brazen front of terror she assends Vp to the fatall Scaffold and but once Lookt round about the people then lifts vp Her snow-white hands to Heauen Talkes to it as if she had beene in it then fals downe Vpon her humble knees which as they bent You might behold humility retire Downe to her heart and left within her eyes Nothing but sweetnesse flaming whilst vpon And round about her Maiestie did hang And cloath her as a garment to be briefe Shee tooke the stroke not as a punishment But a reward so Saint-like hence she went Her Enough too much th' ast slaine me Pheroas O I haue lost in her death more true ioyes Then Heauen can giue or earth is worthy of I am a Traitor to my selfe and loue To Nature Vertue Beauty Excellence I haue destroy'd the whole world for but her It had no Soule nor mouing no delight No triumph glory or continuance I cannot liue to lose her call her backe Or I shall dye complaining Ant. This is strange Can the dead be awaken'd Her Easily Sir My sighes shall breath life in her and my voyce Rouze her as doth a Trumpet nay more lou'd Then either winde or Thunder canst thou thinke That I can liue without her she to whom The whole world was a Theater where men Sate viewing her good actions she that had As much right vnto Paradise as Kings Haue to their Courts and Kingdomes shee that lent Mintage to others beauties for none are Or good or faire but such as lookt like her Shee in whose body sweetly was contain'd Th' Easterne Spicery the Westerne treasure And all the world holds happy may it be That I can liue and want her or could I With one sad breath destroy her she that had In her owne thoughts read all that ere was writ To better or instruct vs Shee that knew Heauen so well on Earth that being there Shee finds no more then she did thinke on heere And haue I kild her She whose very dreames Were more deuout then our Petitions Haue I prophan'd that Temple Fall O fall Downe to the ground and perish nere looke vp But when or Blastings Mildewes Lightenings Or poysonous Serenes strike thee Herod heere O heere digge vp thy graue with sorrow Ant. Fie t is vnfit Greatnesse should yeeld to passion Her Y' are a foole He that not mournes for her will neuer mourne But is worse then the Diuell Marriam O Marriam thou that through the Spheares As through so many golden Beads hast runne In one poore moment to felicity Looke downe vpon thy Vassall me thy Slaue And see how much I languish let thine eye Guild my complaints and cheere my misery Phe. O oyall Sir take better comfort There was nere on Earth a Creature worth your sorrow Her Sir you lie deadly and falsly for she doth deserue The