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The maides tragedy As it hath beene diuers times acted at the Blacke-friers by the Kings Maiesties Seruants.
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Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. aut
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The Maides Tragedy AS IT HATH BEENE diuers times Acted at the Blacke-friers by the KINGS Maiesties Seruants LONDON Printed for Richard Higgenbotham and are to be sold at the Angell in PAVLS Church-yard 1619 SPEAKERS KING LYSIPPVS brother to the King AMINTOR EVADNE wife to AMINTOR MELANTIVS brothers to EVADNE DIPHILVS brothers to EVADNE ASPATIA troth-plight wife to AMINTOR CALLIANAX an old humorous Lord and father to ASPATIA CARON Gentlemen STRATO Gentlemen DIAGOR As a seruant ANTIPHILA waiting Gentlewomen to ASPATIA OLIMPIAS waiting Gentlewomen to ASPATIA DVLA a Lady NIGHT Maskers CINTHIA Maskers NEPTVNE Maskers EOLVS Maskers The Maydes Tragedy Actus I. Scaen. I. Enter CLEON STRATO LISIPPVS DIPHILVS CLEON. The rest are making ready sir LYS. So let them there 's time enough DIPH. You are brother to the King my Lord wee 'le take your word LIS. Strato thou hast some skill in poetrie What think'st thou of a maske will it be well STR. As well as masks can be LIS. As masks can be STRA. Yes they must commend and speake in praise of the assembly blesse the Bride and groome in person of some god there tied to rules of flatterie CLE. See good my Lord who is return'd LIS. Noble Melantius Enter Melantius the land by me welcomes thy vertues home thou that with blowes abroad bringst vs our peace at home the breath of Kings is like the breath of gods my brother wisht thee here and thou art here he will be kinde and wearie thee with often welcome but the time doth giue thee a welcome aboue his or all the world MEL. My Lord my thankes but these scratcht limbes of mine haue spoke my loue and truth vnto my friends more then my tongue ere could my mind 's the same it euer was to you where I finde worth I loue the keeper till he let it goe And then I follow it DIPH. Haile worthy brother He that reioyces not at your returne In safetie is mine enemy for euer MEL. I thanke thee Diphilus but thou art faultie I sent for thee to exercise thine armes With me at Patria thou camst not Diphilus T was ill DIPH. My noble brother my excuse Is my Kings straight command which you my Lord Can witnesse with me LIS. T is most true Melantius He might not come till the solemnities Of this great match were past DIPH. Haue you heard of it MEL. Yes and haue giuen cause to those that here Enuy my deedes abroad to call me gamesome I haue no other busines here at Rhodes LIS. We haue a maske to night And you must tread a souldiers measure MEL. These soft and silken warres are not for me The musicke must be shrill and all confus'd That stirs my blood and then I daunce But is Amintor wed DIPH. This day MEL. All ioyes vpon him for he is my friend Wonder not that I call a man so young His worth is great valiant he is And one that neuer thinkes his life his owne If his friend neede it when he was a boy As oft as I return'd as without boast I brought home conquest he would gaze vpon me And view me round to finde in what one limbe The vertue lay to doe those things he heard Then would he wish to see my sword and feele The quicknesse of the edge and in his hand Weighes it he oft would make me smile at this His youth did promise much and his ripe yeares Will see it all perform'd Enter Aspatia passing with attendance Haile Maide and Wife Thou faire Aspatia may the holy knot That thou hast tied to day last till the hand Of age vndoe 't mayst thou bring a race Vnto Amintor that may fill the world Successiuely with souldiers ASP. My hard fortunes Deserue not scorne for I was neuer proud When they were good Exit Aspatia MEL. Howe 's this LIS. You are mistaken sir she is not married MEL. You said Amintor was DIPH. T is true but MEL. Pardon me I did receiue Letters at Patria from my Amintor That he should marie her DIPH. And so it stood In all opinion long but your arriuall Made me imagine you had heard the change MEL. Who has he taken then LIS. A Ladie sir That beares the light aboue her and strikes dead With flashes of her eye the faire Euadne Your vertuous sister MEL. Peace of heart betwixt them But this is strange LIS. The King my brother did it To honour you and these solemnities Are at his charge MEL. T is royall like himselfe But I am sad my speech beares so infortunate a sound To beautifull Aspatia there is rage Hid in her fathers breast Calianax Bent long against me and 'a should not thinke Could I but call it backe that I would take Such base reuenges as to scorne the state Of his neglected daughter LIS. O t' were pittie for this Lady sir Sits discontented with her watrie eyes bent on the ear In vnfrequented woods are her delight Where when she sees a bancke stucke full of flowers Then she will sit and sigh and tell Her seruants what a prittie place it were To burie louers in and make her maides Pluck 'em and strow them ouer her like a corse She carries with her an infectious griefe That strikes all her beholders she will sing The Mournfulst things that euer eare hath heard And swound and sing againe and when the rest Of your young Ladyes in their wanton blood Tell mirthfull tales in course that fils the roome With laughter she will with so sad a looke Bring forth a storie of the silent death Of some forsaken virgin which her griefe Will put in such a phrase that ere she end Shee 'le send them weeping one by one away MEL. She has a brother vnder my command Like her a face as womanish as hers But with a spirit that hath much outgrowne The number of his yeares Enter Amintor CLE. My Lord the Bridegroome MEL. I might run fiercely not more hastily Vpon my foe I loue thee well Amintor My mouth is much too narrow for my heart I ioy to looke vpon those eyes of thine Thou art my friend but my disordred speech Cuts off my loue AMIN. Thou art Melantius All loue is spoke in that a sacrifice To thanke the gods Melantius is return'd In safty victory sits on his sword As she was wont may she build there and dwell And may thy armour be as it hath beene Onely thy valour and thine innocence What endlesse treasures would our enemies giue That I might hold thee still thus MEL. I am poore in words but credit me young man Thy mother could do no more but weep for ioy to see thee After long absence all the wounds I haue Fetcht not so much away nor all the cries Of widdowed mothers But this is peace And that was warre AMINT. Pardon thou holy god Of marriage bed and frowne not I am for'st In answere of such noble teares as these To weepe vpon my weding day MEL. I feare thou art growne too cruell for I