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A17956	The tragedie of Mariam, the faire queene of Iewry. VVritten by that learned, vertuous, and truly noble ladie, E.C.; Mariam	Cary, Elizabeth, Lady, 1585 or 6-1639.; Berkeley, Elizabeth, Lady, 1575-1635, attributed name.; Carey, Elizabeth, Lady, d. 1618, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 4613; ESTC S107482	37,003	72

long to come within his vew That he may know his wife did guiltles fall And heere he comes Your Mariam greets you well Enter Herod Herod What liues my Mariam ioy exceeding ioy She shall not die Nun. Heau'n doth your will repell Herod Oh doe not with thy words my life destroy I prethy tell no dying-tale thine eye Without thy tongue doth tell but too too much Yet let thy tongues addition make me die Death welcome comes to him whose griefe is such Nunti. I went amongst the curious gazing troope To see the last of her that was the best To see if death had hart to make her stoope To see the Sunne admiring Phoenix nest VVhen there I came vpon the way I saw The stately Mariam not debas'd by feare Her looke did seeme to keepe the world in awe Yet mildly did her face this fortune beare Herod Thou dost vsurpe my right my tongue was fram'd To be the instrument of Mariams praise Yet speake she cannot be too often fam'd All tongues suffice not her sweet name to raise Nun. But as she came she Alexandra met Who did her death sweet Queene no whit bewaile But as if nature she did quite forget She did vpon her daughter loudly raile Herod Why stopt you not her mouth where had she words To darke that that Heauen made so bright Our sacred tongue no Epithite affords To call her other then the worlds delight Nun. Shee told her that her death was too too good And that already she had liu'd too long She said she sham'd to haue a part in blood Of her that did the princely Herod wrong Herod Base picke-thanke Diuell Shame t was all her glory That she to noble Mariam was the mother But neuer shall it liue in any storie Her name except to infamy I le smother What answere did her princely daughter make Nun. She made no answere but she lookt the while As if thereof she scarce did notice take Yet smilde a dutifull though scornefull smile Her Sweet creature I that looke to mind doe call Full oft hath Herod bene amaz'd withall Nun. Go on she came vnmou'd with pleasant grace As if to triumph her arriuall were In stately habite and with cheerfull face Yet eu'ry eye was moyst but Mariams there When iustly opposite to me she came She pickt me out from all the crue She beckned to me cald me by my name For she my name my birth and fortune knew Herod What did she name thee happy happy man Wilt thou not euer loue that name the better But what sweet tune did this faire dying Swan Afford thine care tell all omit no letter Nun. Tell thou my Lord said she Her Mee ment flie mee I st true the more my shame I was her Lord Were I not made her Lord I still should bee But now her name must be by me adord Oh say what said she more each word she sed Shall be the food whereon my heart is fed Nun: Tell thou my Lord thou saw'st me loose my breath Herod Oh that I could that sentence now controule Nun. If guiltily eternall be my death Her: I hold her chast eu'n in my inmost soule Nun: By three daies hence if wishes could reuiue I know himselfe would make me oft aliue Herod Three daies three houres three minutes not so much A minute in a thousand parts diuided My penitencie for her death is such As in the first I wisht she had not died But forward in thy tale Nun: Why on she went And after she some silent praier had sed She did as if to die she were content And thus to heau'n her heau'nly soule is fled Herod But art thou sure there doth no life remaine I st possible my Mariam should be dead Is there no tricke to make her breathe againe Nun: Her body is diuided from her head Her: Why yet me thinkes there might be found by art Strange waies of cure t is sure rare things are don By an inuentiue head and willing heart Nun: Let not my Lord your fancies idlely run It is as possible it should be seen That we should make the holy Abraham liue Though he intomb'd two thousand yeares had bene As breath againe to slaughtred Mariam giue But now for more assaults prepare your eares Herod There cannot be a further cause of mone This accident shall shelter me from feares What can I feare already Mariams gone Yet tell eu'n what you will Nun: As I came by From Mariams death I saw vpon a tree A man that to his necke a cord did tie Which cord he had designd his end to bee When me he once discern'd he downwards bow'd And thus with fearefull voyce she cride alowd Goe tell the King he trusted ere he tride I am the cause that Mariam causeles dide Herod Damnation take him for it was the slaue That said she ment with poisons deadly force To end my life that she the Crowne might haue Which tale did Mariam from her selfe diuorce Oh pardon me thou pure vnspotted Ghost My punishment must needes sufficient bee In missing that content I valued most Which was thy admirable face to see I had but one inestimable Iewell Yet one I had no monarch had the like And therefore may I curse my selfe as cruell T was broken by a blowe my selfe did strike I gaz'd thereon and neuer thought me blest But when on it my dazled eye might rest A pretious Mirror made by wonderous art I prizd it ten times dearer then my Crowne And laide it vp fast foulded in my heart Yet I in suddaine choler cast it downe And pasht it all to peeces t was no foe That robd me of it no Arabian host Nor no Armenian guide hath vsde me so But Herods wretched selfe hath Herod crost She was my gracefull moytie me accurst To slay my better halfe and saue my worst But sure she is not dead you did but iest To put me in perplexitie a while T were well indeed if I could so be drest I see she is aliue me thinkes you smile Nun: If sainted Abel yet deceased bee T is certaine Mariam is as dead as hee Her: Why then goe call her to me bid her now Put on faire habite stately ornament And let no frowne ore shade her smoothest brow In her doth Herod place his whole content Nun: Shee l come in stately weedes to please your sence If now she come attirde in robe of heauen Remember you your selfe did send her hence And now to you she can no more be giuen Herod Shee 's dead hell take her murderers she was faire Oh what a hand she had it was so white It did the whitenes of the snowe impaire I neuer more shall see so sweet a sight Nun: T is true her hand was rare Her: her hand her hands She had not singly one of beautie rare But such a paire as heere where Herod stands He dares the world to make to both compare Accursed Salome hadst thou bene still My Mariam had bene

maintaine Might haue reioyc'd to be my brothers wife Mar. My betters farre base woman t' is vntrue You scarce haue euer my superiors seene For Mariams seruants were as good as you Before she came to be Iudeas Queene Sal. Now stirs the tongue that is so quickly mou'd But more then once your collor haue I borne Your fumish words are sooner sayd then prou'd And Salomes reply is onely scorne Mar. Scorne those that are for thy companions held Though I thy brothers face had neuer seene My birth thy baser birth so farre exceld I had to both of you the Princesse bene Thou party Iew and party Edomite Thou Mongrell issu'd from reiected race Thy Ancestors against the Heauens did fight And thou like them wilt heauenly birth disgrace Sal. Still twit you me with nothing but my birth What ods betwixt your ancesters and mine Both borne of Adam both were made of Earth And both did come from holy Abrahams line Mar. I fauour thee when nothing else I say VVith thy blacke acts I le not pollute my breath Else to thy charge I might full iustly lay A shamefull life besides a husbands death Sal. T is true indeed I did the plots reueale That past betwixt your fauorites and you I ment not I a traytor to conceale Thus Salome your Mynion Ioseph slue Mar. Heauen dost thou meane this Infamy to smother Let slandred Mariam ope thy closed eare Selfe guilt hath euer bene suspitious mother And therefore I this speech with patience beare No had not Salomes vnstedfast heart In Iosephus stead her Constabarus plast To free her selfe she had not vsde the art To slander haplesse Mariam for vnchast Alex. Come Mariam let vs goe it is no boote To let the head contend against the foote Actus primus Scoena quarta Salome Sola LIues Salome to get so base a stile As foote to the proud Mariam Herods spirit In happy time for her endured exile For did he liue she should not misse her merit But he is dead and though he were my Brother His death such store of Cinders cannot cast My Coales of loue to quench for though they smother The flames a while yet will they out at last Oh blest Arabia in best climate plast I by the Fruit will censure of the Tree T is not in vaine thy happy name thou hast If all Arabians like Silleus bee Had not my Fate bene too too contrary When I on Constabarus first did gaze Silleus had beene obiect to mine eye Whose lookes and personage must allyes amaze But now ill Fated Salome thy tongue To Constabarus by it selfe is tide And now except I doe the Ebrew wrong I cannot be the faire Arabian Bride What childish lets are these Why stand I now On honourable points T is long agoe Since shame was written on my tainted brow And certaine t is that shame is honours foe Had I vpon my reputation stood Had I affected an vnspotted life Iosephus vaines had still bene stuft with blood And I to him had liu'd a sober wife Then had I neuer cast an eye of loue On Constabarus now detested face Then had I kept my thoughts without remoue And blusht at motion of the least disgrace But shame is gone and honour wipt away And Impudencie on my forehead sits She bids me worke my will without delay And for my will I will imploy my wits He loues I loue what then can be the cause Keepes me for being the Arabians wife It is the principles of Moses lawes For Contabarus still remaines in life If he to me did beare as Earnest hate As I to him for him there were an ease A separating bill might free his fate From such a yoke that did so much displease Why should such priuiledge to man be giuen Or giuen to them why bard from women then Are men then we in greater grace with Heauen Or cannot women hate as well as men I le be the custome-breaker and beginne To shew my Sexe the way to freedomes doore And with an offring will I purge my sinne The lawe was made for none but who are poore If Herod had liu'd I might to him accuse My present Lord But for the futures sake Then would I tell the King he did refuse The sonnes of Baba in his power to take But now I must diuorse him from my bed That my Silleus may possesse his roome Had I not begd his life he had bene dead I curse my tongue the hindrer of his doome But then my wandring heart to him was fast Nor did I dreame of chaunge Silleus said He would be here and see he comes at last Had I not nam'd him longer had he staid Actus primus Scena quinta Salome Silleus Silleus WEll found faire Salome Iudaeas pride Hath thy innated wisedome found the way To make Silleus deeme him deified By gaining thee a more then precious pray Salo. I haue deuisde the best I can deuise A more imperfect meanes was neuer found But what cares Salome it doth suffice If our indeuours with their end be crown'd In this our land we haue an ancient vse Permitted first by our law-giuers head Who hates his wife though for no iust abuse May with a bill diuorce her from his bed But in this custome women are not free Yet I for once will wrest it blame not thou The ill I doe since what I do'es for thee Though others blame Silleus should allow Solleus Thinkes Salome Silleus hath a tongue To censure her faire actions let my blood Bedash my proper brow for such a wrong The being yours can make euen vices good Arabia ioy prepare thy earth with greene Thou neuer happie wert indeed till now Now shall thy ground be trod by beauties Queene Her foote is destin'd to depresse thy brow Thou shalt faire Salome commaund as much As if the royall ornament were thine The weaknes of Arabias King is such The kingdome is not his so much as mine My mouth is our Obodas oracle Who thinkes not ought but what Silleus will And thou rare creature Asias miracle Shalt be to me as It Obodas still Salome T is not for glory I thy loue accept Iudea yeelds me honours worthy store Had not affection in my bosome crept My natiue country should my life deplore Were not Silleus he with home I goe I would not change my Palastine for Rome Much lesse would I a glorious state to shew Goe far to purchase an Arabian roome Silleus Far be it from Silleus so to thinke I know it is thy gratitude requites The loue that is in me and shall not shrinke Till death doe seuer me from earths delights Salom. But whist me thinkes the wolfe is in our talke Be gone Silleus who doth here arriue T is Constabarus that doth hither walke I le find a quarrell him from me to driue Sille. Farewell but were it not for thy commaund In his despight Silleus here would stand Actus primus Scena Sexta Salome Constabarus Const: OH Salome how much

my brothers tongue that cast this doubt I frō his hart would haue the question out With this keene fauchion but t is you my Lord Against whose head I must not lift a sword I am so tide in gratitude Const. belieue You haue no cause to take it ill If any word of mine your heart did grieue The word discented from the speakers will I know it was not feare the doubt begun But rather valour and your care of me A coward could not be your fathers sonne Yet know I doubts vnnecessarie be For who can thinke that in Anthonius fall Herod his bosome friend should scape vnbrusde Then Caesar we might thee an idiot call If thou by him should'st be so farre abusde Babus 2. Sonne Lord Constab: let me tell you this Vpon submission Caesar will forgiue And therefore though the tyrant did amisse It may fall out that he will let him liue Not many yeares agone it is since I Directed thither by my fathers care In famous Rome for twice twelue monthes did liue My life from Hebrewes crueltie to spare There though I were but yet of boyish age I bent mine eye to marke mine eares to heare Where I did see Octauious then a page When first he did to Iulions sight appeare Me thought I saw such mildnes in his face And such a sweetnes in his lookes did grow Withall commixt with so maiesticke grace His Phisnomy his Fortune did foreshow For this I am indebted to mine eye But then mine eare receiu'd more euidence By that I knew his loue to clemency How he with hottest choller could dispence Const. But we haue more then barely heard the news It hath bin twice confirm'd And though some tongue Might be so false with false report t' abuse A false report hath neuer lasted long But be it so that Herod haue his life Concealement would not then a whit auaile For certaine t' is that she that was my wife Would not to set her accusation faile And therefore now as good the venture giue And free our selues from blot of cowardise As show a pittifull desire to liue For who can pittie but they must despise Babus first sonne I yeeld but to necessitie I yeeld I dare vpon this doubt ingage mine arme That Herod shall againe this kingdome weeld And proue his death to be a false alarme Babus second sonne I doubt it too God grant it be an error T is best without a cause to be in terror And rather had I though my soule be mine My soule should lie then proue a true diuine Const. Come come let feare goe seeke a dastards nest Vndanted courage lies in a noble brest Actus 2. Scoena 3. Doris and Antipater Dor. YOur royall buildings bow your loftie side And scope to her that is by right your Queen Let your humilitie vpbraid the pride Of those in whom no due respect is seene Nine times haue we with Trumpets haughtie sound And banishing sow'r Leauen from our taste Obseru'd the feast that takes the fruit from ground Since I faire Citie did behold thee last So long it is since Mariams purer cheeke Did rob from mine the glory And so long Since I returnd my natiue Towne to seeke And with me nothing but the sense of wrong And thee my Boy whose birth though great it were Yet haue thy after fortunes prou'd but poore When thou wert borne how little did I feare Thou shouldst be thrust from forth thy Fathers doore Art thou not Herods right begotten Sonne VVas not the haples Doris Herods wife Yes ere he had the Hebrew kingdome wonne I was companion to his priuate life VVas I not faire enough to be a Queene Why ere thou wert to me false Monarch tide My lake of beauty might as well be seene As after I had liu'd fiue yeeres thy Bride Yet then thine oath came powring like the raine Which all affirm'd my face without compare And that if thou might'st Doris loue obtaine For all the world besides thou didst not care Then was I yong and rich and nobly borne And therefore worthy to be Herods mate Yet thou vngratefull cast me off with scorne When Heauens purpose raisd your meaner fate Oft haue I begd for vengeance for this fact And with deiected knees aspiring hands Haue prayd the highest power to inact The fall of her that on my Trophee stands Reuenge I haue according to my will Yet where I wisht this vengeance did not light I wisht it should high-hearted Mariam kill But it against my whilome Lord did fight With thee sweet Boy I came and came to try If thou before his bastards might be plac'd In Herods royall seat and dignitie But Mariams infants here are onely grac'd And now for vs there doth no hope remaine Yet we will not returne till Herods end Be more confirmd perchance he is not slaine So glorious Fortunes may my Boy attend For if he liue hee 'll thinke it doth suffice That he to Doris shows such crueltie For as he did my wretched life dispise So doe I know I shall despised die Let him but proue as naturall to thee As cruell to thy miserable mother His crueltie shall not vpbraided bee But in thy fortunes I his faults will smother Antipat. Each mouth within the Citie loudly cries That Herods death is certaine therefore wee Had best some subtill hidden plot deuise That Mariams children might subuerted bee By poisons drinke or else by murtherous Knife So we may be aduanc'd it skils not how They are but Bastards you were Herods wife And foule adultery blotteth Mariams brow Doris They are too strong to be by vs remou'd Or else reuenges foulest spotted face By our detested wrongs might be approu'd But weakenesse must to greater power giue place But let vs now retire to grieue alone For solitarines best fitteth mone Actus secundus Scoena 4. Silleus and Constabarus Silleus WEll met Iudean Lord the onely wight Silleus wisht to see I am to call Thy tongue to strict account Const. For what despight I ready am to heare and answere all But if directly at the cause I gesse That breeds this challenge you must pardon me And now some other ground of fight professe For I haue vow'd vowes must vnbroken be Sill. What may be your expectation let me know Const. Why ought concerning Salom my sword Shall not be welded for a cause so low A blow for her my arme will scorne t' afford Sill. It is for slandering her vnspotted name And I will make thee in thy vowes despight Sucke vp the breath that did my Mistris blame And swallow it againe to doe her right Const. I prethee giue some other quarrell ground To finde beginning raile against my name Or strike me first or let some scarlet wound Inflame my courage giue me words of shame Doe thou our Moses sacred Lawes disgrace Depraue our nation doe me some despight I 'm apt enough to fight in any case But yet for Salome I will not fight Sill. Nor I for ought but