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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61943	Fragmenta aurea A collection of all the incomparable peeces, written by Sir John Suckling. And published by a friend to perpetuate his memory. Printed by his owne copies.	Suckling, John, Sir, 1609-1642.	1646 (1646)	Wing S6126A; ESTC R219681	147,585	358

good But so as 't made his sins the greater for 't Those ills which singly acted bred despaire In others he acted daily and ne're thought Upon them The grievance each particular has against him I will not meddle with it were to give him A long life to give them hearing I 'le onely speake my owne First then the hopes of all my youth And a reward which Heaven had settled on me If holy contracts can doe any thing He ravisht from me kill'd my father Aglaura's father Sir would have whor'd my sister And murther'd my friend this is all And now your sentence Sir Ther. We have no punishment can reach these crimes Therefore 't is justest sure to send him where Th' are wittier to punish than we are here And cause repentance oft stops that proceeding A sudden death is sure the greatest punishment Zor I humbly thanke you Sir King What a strange glasse th have shew'd me now my selfe In our sins like to our shadowes When our day is in its glorie scarce appear'd Towards our evening how great and monstrous They are Zor Is this all you have to say Drawes Ther. Hold now goe you up Zor What meane you Sir Ther. Nay I denyed not you That all thy accusations are just I must acknowledge And to these crimes I have but this t' oppose Hee is my Father and thy Soveraigne 'T is wickednesse deare Friend wee goe about to punish and when w'have murther'd him What difference is there 'twixt him and Our selves but that hee first was wicked Thou now would'st kill him ' cause he kill'd thy Father And when th' hast kill'd have not I the selfe same Quarrell Zor Why Sir you know you would your selfe Have done it Ther. True and therefore 't is I beg his life There was no way for mee to have Redeem'd th' intent but by a reall Saving of it ●e ready Courtiers and Guard with their swords drawne at the brests of the Prisoners If he did ravish from thee thy Orbella Remember that that wicked issue had A noble parent Love Remember How he lov'd Zorannes when he was Ziriff Ther 's something due to that If you must needs have bloud for your revenge Take it here despise it not Zorannes Zorannes turnes away The gods themselves whose greatnesse Makes the greatnesse of our sins And heightens'em above what wee can doe Unto each other accept of sacrifice For what wee doe ' gainst them Why should not you and 't is much thriftier too You cannot let out life there but my honour Goes and all the life you can take here Posterity will give mee back agen See Aglaura weepes That would have beene ill Rhetorique in mee But where it is it cannot but perswade Zor Th'have thaw'd the ice about my heart I know not what to doe King Come downe come downe I will be King agen There 's none so fit to be the Judge of this As I the life you shew'd such zeale to save I here could willingly returne you back But that 's the common price of all revenge Enter Guard Orsames Philan Courtiers Orithie Semanthe Jol. Ari. Ha ha ha how they looke now Zor Death what 's this Ther. Betray'd agen All th'ease our Fortune gives our miseries is hope And that still proving false growes part of it King From whence this Guard Ari. Why Sir I did corrupt while we were his prisoners One of his owne to raise the Court shallow soules That thought wee could not countermine Come Sir y' are in good posture to dispatch them King Lay hold upon his instrument Fond man do'st thinke I am in love with villany All the service they can doe mee here Is but to let these see the right I doe Them now is unconstrain'd then thus I doe proceed Upon the place Zorannes lost his life I vow to build a tomb and on that tomb I vow to pay three whole yeares penitence If in that time I finde that heaven and you Can pardon I shall finde agen the way To live amongst you Ther. Sir be not so cruell to your selfe this is an age King 'T is now irrevocable thy Fathers lands I give thee back agen and his commands And with them leave to weare the Tyara That man there has abus'd To you Orbella Who it seemes are foule as well as I I doe prescribe the selfe same physick I doe take my selfe But in another place and for a longer time Diana's Nunnerie Orb. Above my hopes King For you who still have beene The ready instrument of all my cruelties And there have cancell'd all the bonds of brother Perpetuall banishment nor should This line expire shall thy right have a place Ari. Hell and Furies Exit King Thy crimes deserve no lesse yet ' cause thou wert Heavens instrument to save my life Thou onely hast that time of banishment I have of penitence Comes down Ziriff offers to kisse the Kings hand Jol. May it be plague and famine here till I returne No thou shalt not yet forgive mee King Aglaura thus I freely part with thee And part with all fond flames and warme desires I cannot feare new agues in my bloud Since I have overcome the charmes Thy beauty had no other ever can Have so much power Thersames thou look'st pale Is 't want of rest Ther. No Sir but that 's a storie for your eare They whisper Ors A strange and happy change Ori. All joyes wait on you ever Agl. Orithie How for thy sake now could I wish Love were no Mathematick point But would admit division that Thersames might Though at my charge pay thee the debt he owes thee Ori. Madam I loved the Prince not my selfe Since his vertues have their full rewards I have my full desires King What miracles of preservation have wee had How wisely have the stars prepar'd you for felicitie Nothing endeares a good more than the contemplation Of the difficultie wee had to attaine to it But see Nights Empire 's out And a more glorious auspitiously does begin Let us goe serve the gods and then prepare For jollitie this day I le borrow from my vowes Nor shall it have a common celebration Since 't must be A high record to all posteritie Exeunt omnes Epilogue PLays are like Feasts and every Act should bee Another Course and still varietie But in good faith provision of wit Is growne of late so difficult to get That doe wee what wee can wee are not able Without cold meats to furnish out the Table Who knowes but it was needlesse too may bee 'T was here as in the Coach-mans trade and hee That turnes in the least compasse shewes most Art How e're the Poet hopes Sir for his part You 'll like not those so much who shew their skill In entertainment as who shew their will FINIS THE GOBLINS A Comedy Presented at the Private House in Black-Fryers by His Majesties servants WRITTEN By Sir JOHN SUCKLING LONDON Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his