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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

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

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

come home in Triumph all his Plots He holds as strong as Fate is nothing feares So braue his minde inchants him how at last He falls to vtter ruine sit and see No man hath power to out-worke Destinie Exit Finis Actus quarti ACT. 5. Scoena 1. Enter Antipater and Niraleus Anti. O Niraleus so liberall was the royall brested Casar As farre exceeds all thought or iust expression When he establisht me Iudea's King His bounty did so farre extend it selfe That euen his Court appeard a Paradise The People like so many Demi-Kings Himselfe the great Vice-gerent ore them all Nir. Caesar is royall and Antipater deseruing Ant. Me thinks as in a Mirror still I see Augustus dealing yellow Arabian gold Amongst the vulgar in Antipaters name So louely were his lookes so Angel-like his words The very thought strikes me into a Rapture O I could laugh my selfe breathlesse in conceit To thinke on those faire honors we receiu'd Nir. Liue to deserue euer Enter 3. Lords laughing and pointing scornfully at Antipater Ant. How now what Motion-mongers are these S'death what meane they Doe they make mee a Batchellor Cuckold But that I would know the intent I could be very angry but I le not minde 'em 1. That 's he was carried in triumph through Rome 2. Poore Young-man thy Greatnes must downe 3. He scornd being great to looke on Pouerty But now Pouerty scornes Basenesse farewell 1. Your Greatnesse will haue a cold welcome home 2. See how he lookes 1. Pittifully pale 1. I doubt hee 'l runne mad 2. Come let 's leaue him Ha ha ha Exeunt Antip. Has Nature stampt me with Deformity Am I of late transform'd Am I the Owle So lately made for Birds to wonder at Is 't so I thinke I am my selfe I haue my Voyce My Legs my Hands my Head Face Eyes and Nose I 'm disproportion'd no way that I know of Then why doe these Wood-cracks wonder at me I could be naturally vex't and haue good cause for 't But I le be patient walke obserue here comes a friend Enter Animis walking by Antipater Ani. My Lord You are vndone Ant. Ha noble Animis what gone so soone Ant. Noble Hillus Enter Hillus Hil. My Lord Your necke is broke Exit Ant. Ha! what 's that strange entertainment y' are vndone Whom should this be for me it cannot be No I am a King and t is a hard matter to vndoe a King Pish there 's no Morall in these foolish words Your Necke is broke a Banquerout's Sentence We are vnlimited both in Wealth and State As boundlesse as the Sea freer in guift No t is not their words can breed amazement But their strange looks gestures and geerings at me Instruct me good Niraleus thou art an honest man How shewes this disrespect strangely doe's it not Nir. Nothing nothing Sir Courtiers you know are apish T is onely some new Proiect they haue to entertaine you Ant. Proiects for entertainment Well th' are strange And I finde something troubles mee Nir. What ayle you Sir D' yee faint Y' are wondrous pale You change Colour strangely D' yee bleed Ant. A Drop nothing but a Drop Nir. T is ominous Ant. True and I finde something that staggers me I will retire my selfe from Court to day Nir. Retire from Court O name it not for shame Least you incurre a publike Scandall on you Why should you flye from that most couets you Will you obscure your Sunne-beames in their height Couer your Glories in their Mornings rise Those that now geered then will laugh outright When lookes can put Antipater to flight No forage on and like a daring Lion Single your Game let not pale Feare dismay you Appeale for Iustice to Heroicke Herod Gainst those that thus contemn'd your Soueraignty True Valour in the weakest Trench doth lie Then beare you brauely on and scorne to flye Ant. Th' ast new created me I loue this Honor That is by merit purchas'd second me then And let the worst of fortunes fall vpon me This Guard I le keepe grapling this Sword Though wall'd with Pikes I le beat my passage through And to great Herod make my Supplication He that feares Enuy shall be sure to finde it But he securest that the least doe's minde it Stay a new Onset Enter Animis with a Guard Ani. Great Antipater Ant. I that sounds nobly why not this before Ani. This cause and this Authority Wips forth his Sword Niraleus Ant. What betraid and sleeping taken Slaues let me goe I le to the King for Iustice Ha yee caught the Lambe within the Lions Denne Cowardly wretches O for my good Sword And liberty to gratulate your Trecheries Nir. Your Treasons must be first answer'd Sir Til then you must to Prison Ant. Ha Niraleus art thou my accuser Haue I within my bosome kept a Snake To sting mee first Trecherous Lords My Treasons 'gainst whom or by whom acted Innocence protect me guide me to Herod That to his sacred person I may tell The Iniuries Antipater does suffer He comes O happy houre Iustice Iustice Sir Enter Herod Hillus and Attendants Her The Iustice that you merit hence away with him Ant. O sacred Herod heare thy Vassall speake Consider what I am thy Sonne if my offences Proue preiudiciall to thee I le lay my life As foot-stoole to thy mercies O consider I neuer was that disobedient Sonne That did in any thing oppose his Father But with a greedinesse still ranne to act Ere thy Command was past if these Honours These titular glories great Augustus gaue me If these offend my Soueraigne cut them off Raze them from off my head and let me be Any thing but Herods scorne no misery Can worke vpon me halfe that troubled griefe As does one frowne from those thy glorious eyes Let not those white haires now be staind with blood Blood of thine owne begetting euery drop In me from thee had being canst thou be so vnkind To cast thy selfe away O sacred Sir I see compassion in your tender eyes Weeping for me that mone your miseries Her Through what a Labyrinth is mercy led Rise in our fauour euermore belou'd Nir. Rise in your fauour O Herod be more iust As thou art King so be a God in Iustice The blood of Babes cryes for thine equity Remember but his Strattagems forepast All which acquitting you are accessary Thinke first on Aristobulus fell death Your two braue Sonnes and noble Iosephs fall Next Pheroas your Brother O your natiue blood And Alexandra that most innocent Lady Vniustly and vntimely brought to death All through his poysnous Complots Her All these are past and cannot be recal'd Nir. Let not his smooth words Sir intice you to him In stillest Riuers are the greatest dangers If none of these can moue you to doe Iustice Whose Soules yet houering still doe cry Reuenge Yet there is one whose cause must not be slipt Though Cannons roare yet must not you be deafe But like the glory you were made for be A