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A12150 The royall master as it vvas acted in the nevv Theater in Dublin: and before the Right Honorable the Lord Deputie of Ireland, in the Castle. Written by Iames Shirley. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. 1638 (1638) STC 22454; ESTC S117251 41,511 88

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sent off When he is troublesome to a phlegmaticke clime A dull Embassadour no that Duke Guido Is all my feare but I have contrived something May rectifie my fate Duk. How much you honour me But you might spare all other entertainements And bravery of Court they may affect My eyes with wonder and obliege my just Acknowledgement but all their glorie 's met Into one height hold no proportion To inflame my heart or more expresse my welcome Then this your free grace Madam and those hopes That blesse my imagination from your favour Theo. I am but what my brothers love and vertue Will make me but there 's nothing that can move With his consent I shannot flee to obey Mont. I had rather feede upon his heart You promis'd Sir the Duke to hunt this morning King I had forgot will you be pleas'd to try The pleasures of a Forrest Duke I le attend King Theodosia you are not for that exercise Guido whispers and sends Guido off Theo. I wish all pleasures waite upon you My heart must covet your returne Duke And mine To dwell for ever in so faire a bosome King To horse the morning wasts Mon. Some policie Must cure this feare my bold resolves are fixt I have made some attempts and courted her But shee has not understood me I must worke By countermine and scatter into aire His swelling hopes Octavio Exit Octav. My good Lord Andr. Sir I present this Gentleman to kisse Your hand hee 's the Dukes secretary a Roman Borne and has a great ambition To be knowne to you for your fathers sake With whom he did converse in Rome and honour Till death concluded their acquaintance Octav. Sir Your love and knowledge of my father will Deserve you should be welcome to his sonne Rivi. He made me his companion many yeares No brothers were more chain'd in their affections He did impart much of his bosome to me Octav. You knew why he left Naples Rivi. He did trust me with the cause my Lord and every circumstance The Kings minoritie and Montaltoes power Gainst which no innocent could plead in Naples Andr. Not to loud Sir you may be heard Rivi. Your pardon Octav. Why should truth Faint at the name of greatnesse this Colossus Montalto is but mortall sure time has Forgot to use his wings or nature is Vnwilling I should grow to write full man To take revenge upon that polititian Our Protean favourite Rivi. It is my wonder The King so strangely should continue this Affection to Montalto Octav. There 's some magicke in 't Rivi. Dare none complaine Andr. His engines are so plac'd None can approach the kings eare at which hang So many flatterers to infect it with Montaltoes praise Rivi. Pray give me sir this boldnesse Hee that doth lift an Axe to strike the roote Of any family cannot be without A thought to wound the branches you were left By computation but an Infant when Your fathers discontents and faction of This Montalto made him forsake Naples Which added to your mothers death the guard And comforts of your life were taken from you Having exprest this malice to your father A thousand wayes he might have sent you to Another world and taken off all feare Of a revenge how comes it that you live And visit Sir the Pallace with this freedome Octav. My Lord Andrugios knowledge of yon Sir Is my assurance of your faith Andr. I le give You reasons at some opportunity Not to repent your confidence Octav. You have Supplied my fathel in your care of me I live why I am this great Lords favorite Courted his creatures are my honours Companion to his pleasures Rivi. I observ'd Some gestures very loving to your Lordship Octav. The King himselfe for his sake gracing me With title of his bed-chamber Rivi. T is strange This newes will coole my resolution Andr. T is truth he doth ingage him to all favours Rivi. T is not impossible he may be honest Octa. And meane so but my soule cannot be brib'd So easily to prostrate my owne justice And leave my fathers ashes unreveng'd Which in my eare groane from beneath the Marble To keepe my thoughts awake Andr. We may suspect This is to catch applause a tricke to winne Vpon the people who did love Riviero And mourne his fate Octav. How ever I have art To keepe my breast close and accept his flatteries Can complement and with officious bend Thanke his high favours weare a face of mirth And prattle with the Ladies as if all The businesse I came into the world for Were but to talke and dance and goe a feasting Rivi. I must presume you want no counsell from My Lord who loved your father how to manage Your selfe to best advantage of your fame And honour unto both I am a servant Andr. My Lord Montalto may expect you Sir Rivi. It is not safe we be observ'd too much Octav. My Lord you have begun a favour by The acquaintance of this Gentleman I will Hope to salute him often by your meanes You shall not meete a heart more prompt to bid You welcome Sir Rivi. You too much grace your servant I shall present a trouble Octav. Come my Lord Exit Rivi. Montaltoes change hath staggard me already These favours may be hearty to Octavio And argument of penitence I le observe And sift his close heart if it prove unsound He whets revenge to make the deeper wound Exit Enter Guido Bombo Guid. I would speake with your Lady Sir Bom. You may Guid. Direct me Bom. With which of my Ladies Guid. With both or one Bom. I serve the daughter Guid. I would speake with her Bom. Shee is I know not where Guid. What Coxcombe 's this Enter Iacamo Guid. Dost heare friend I would speake with my Lady Simphorosa Iacam. This way and please your Lordship Guid. Stay preethe what fellowe 's that Iacam. A servant of my Ladies Guid. Is he mad Iaca. A little phantasticke but very harmelesse And makes my Ladies merry my young Madam Domitilla calls him her secretary for sport And wonder of his good parts Guid. What are they Iaca. He can neither write nor reade Guid. An excellent Secretary Iaca. But he has beene much given to 't To reading till much poring night and day Made him booke blinde and defying spectacles He walkes and thinkes he is wise and talkes upon His old stocke Guid. Preethe acquaint my Lady 'i th meane time I le have more dialogue with him Save you Sir Bom. Save your selfe Sir you are I tak 't a Courtier Guid. And you my Ladies Secretary Bom. I am so Guid. I heare you are an understanding Secretary Bom. T is so I am how came you by that knowledge Guid. We have your fame at Court Sir Bom. Can you reade Guid. I heare you cannot Bom. Right Guid. Nor write Bom. T is true Guid. What make you with a booke ha this is Euclid Bom. Euclid it may be so Guid. Why these are Mathematickes Bom. I
my captivity Though modesty would not allow me strength To tell you so but you have Sir by what My fond thoughts never did expect reliev'd me to make me know my selfe and now preserving That duty which I owe you as my King I call love backe agen and can looke on Your lusts with a becomming scorne King You can Dom. Yes and were Naples Rome and all the wealth Of Italy laid downe the great temptation Thus I would spurne their glories King Come this is but the tricke of all your sex We know you can dissemble appetite As if you were not flesh and blood Dom. Sir give Me leave to goe while I have power to pray for you Where was I lost is there no friend to goodnesse Have I contracted such a leprous forme That I have lost all mens defence and charity Octav. Madam your innocence doth raise in me Though young a willing champion and with My safe obedience to the King I dare Armde with the witnesse of her cause defie The greatest souldier in the world King How 's this Octav. Sir in a noble cause if you to whom In the first place truth flies as to an Altar Wave her religious defence I dare dye for her King You so brave to prison with him We will correct your saucinesse Octav. You will grace My first act Sir and get me same by suffering For so much sweetnesse Dom. Let not your displeasure Great Sir fall upon him revenge what you Call disobedience here King You owe much to His confidence nor is there any punishment Beyond your love and liking of his boldnesse You two should make a marriage with your follies Octav. Let Domitilla make Octavio So blest Dom. My Lord you now deserve I should Be yours whom with the hazard of the Kings Anger and your owne life you have defended There is a spring of honour here and too it i th presence of the King his Court and Heaven I dare now give my heart nor is 't without My duty to a promise Octav. Now you make Octavio happy King T is to my desires and I dare wish you joyes forgive this practise Nay preety Domitilla I did this But to divert more happily thy thoughts of me who have not paide yet the full tribute To my Cesarias dust agen let me Congratulate thy choise in young Octavio Whose birth and forward vertue will deserve thee Brother and sister love and wish them happinesse Theo May all joyes spring within their hearts Duke I must present this gentleman to be more knowne to you Octav I hope you are no enemy to this blessing Sim I adde what doth become a most glad mother blessing to your loves King Noble Riviero Rivi. I live agen by your acknowledgment Duke Sir you may trust my testimony Alvarez Letter is now an argument of his safety Who is yet living to increase the guilt Of false Montalto King Welcome t is thy life That hath revers'd Montaltoes doome whose sentence Now shall bee onely banishment our hearts Are full and sprightly nothing wants but to Perfect with holy ceremony what Your hearts have seal'd mirth in each bosome flowes Distraction never had so sweet a close FINIS THE EPILOGVE Ovr Poet doth forget his Play There is something he would pay Due to your greatnesse and the day Which by a revolution of the spheare Is proud to open the New yeare And having look'd on you hath hid his face And Chang'd his robe with Starres to grace And light you going to bed so waite With trembling Lustre on your state Shine brighter yet y' are not the same Cleare Lampes you were shine like the name Of him I bow too while aflame Active and burning here with pure desires Shall equall the best borrowed fires May health the bosomes friend streame through your blood And know no ebbe of the chast flood And though time shift and yeares renew May yet the Spring be still in you May She whom heaven hath sweetly grac'd And in your noble bosome plac'd Whose heart by onely yours embrac'd Hath made one true and holy Gordian prove Fruitfull in Children as in love And may this faire Top-branch whose early bloome Doth promise all the fruit can come To vertue and your name be blest And live a story to the rest All Honour with your fame in crease In your bosome dwell soft peace And Iustice the true roote of these Wealth be the worst and out side of your fate And may not heaven your life translate Till for your Royall Master and this I le Your deeds have fild a Chronicle In all that 's great and good be bold And every yeare be coppie of the old FINIS