capacity here There remaines that which does not onely quarrel with the likelyhood of a Resurrection but with the possibility alleadging that man corrupted into dust is scattered almost into infinite or devoured by an irrational creature goes into aliment and grows part of it then that creature perchance is made like food to another And truly did we doubt of Gods power or not think him omnipotent this were a Labyrinth we should be lost in but it were hard when we see every petty Chymick in his little shop bring into one body things of the same kind though scatter'd and disorder'd that we should not allow the great Maker of all things to do the same in his owne Universe There remains onely the mistery of the Trinity to the difficulty of which the poverty and narrownesse of words have made no small addition St. Austin plainly saies the word Person was taken up by the Church for want of a better Nature Substance Essence Hypostasis Suppositum and Persona have caused sharp disputes amongst the Doctors at length they are contented to let the three first and three last signifie the same thing By all of them is understood somthing Compleat Perfect and Singular in this onely they differ that Nature Substance Essence are communicable ad quid and ut quo as they call it The other are not at all but enough of this Those that were the immediate Conveighers of it to us wrapt it not up in any of these terms We then hold God to be one and but one it being grosse to imagine two omnipotents for then neither would be so yet since this good is perfectly good and perfect goodnes cannot be without perfect love nor perfect love without communication nor to an unequal or created for then it must be inordinate We conclude a Second Coeternal though Begotten nor are these contrary though they seem to be so even in created substances that one thing may come from another and yet that from whence it comes not be before that which comes from it as in the Sun and Light But in these high mysteries similitudes may be the best Arguments In Metaphysicks they tell us that to the constituting of every being there is a Posse sui esse from whence there is a Sapientia sui esse and from these two proceedeth an Amor sui esse and though these three be distinct yet they make up one perfect being Again and more familiarly There is a hidden Original of waters in the earth from this a spring flows up and of these proceeds a stream this is but one essence which knows neither a before nor an after but in order and that too according to our considering of it the Head of a Spring is not a Head but in respect of the Spring for if somthing flow'd not from it it were no Original Nor the Spring a Spring if it did not flow from somthing nor the Stream a Stream but in respect of both Now all these three are but one Water and though one is not the other yet they can hardly be considered one without the other Now though I know this is so far from a demonstration that it is but an imperfect instance perfect being impossible of infinite by finite things yet there is a resemblance great enough to let us see the possibility And here the eye of Reason needed no more the spectacles of Faith then for these things of which we make sympathy the cause as in the Load-stone or antipathy of which every man almost gives instance from his owne nature nor is it here so great a wonder that we should be ignorant for this is distant and removed from sence these neer and subject to it and it were stranger for me to conclude that God did not work ad extra thus one and distinct within himself because I cannot conceive how begotten how proceeding then if a Clown should say the hand of a Watch did not move because he could not give an account of the wheels within So far is it from being unreasonable because I do not understand it that it would be unreasonable I should For why should a created substance comprehend an uncreated A circumscribed and limited an uncircumscrib'd and unlimited And this I observe in those great Lovers and Lords of Reason quoted by the Fathers Zoroastres Trismegistus Plato Numenius Plotinus Proclus Amelius and Avicen that when they spoke of this mystery of the Trinity of which all writ something and some almost as plainly as Christians themselves that they discussed it not as they did other things but delivered them as Oracles which they had received themselves without dispute Thus much of Christian Profession compared with others I should now shew which compar'd within it self ought to be preferred but this is the work of every pen perhaps to the prejudice of Religion it self This excuse though it has that like the chief Empire having nothing to conquer no other Religion to oppose or dispute against it hath been forced to admit of Civil wars and suffer under its owne excellency FINIS AGLAURA PRESENTED At the Private House in Black-Fryers by his Majesties Servants Written by Sir JOHN SVCKLING LONDON Printed for Tho. Walkley and are to be sold by Humphrey Moseley at his shop at the signe of the Princes armes in St. Pauls Church-yard 1646. PROLOGVE I 'Ve thought upon 't and cannot tell which way Ought I can say now should advance the Play For Playes are either good or bad the good If they doe beg beg to be understood And in good faith that has as bold a sound As if a Beggar should aske twenty pound Men have it not about them Then Gentlemen if rightly understood The bad do need lesse Prologue than the good For if it chance the Plot be lame or blinde Ill cloath'd deform'd throughout it needs must finde Compassion It is a beggar without Art But it falls out in penny-worths of Wit As in all bargaines else Men ever get All they can in will have London measure A handfull over in their very pleasure And now yee have 't hee could not well deny'ee And I dare sweare hee 's scarce a saver by yee Prologue to the Court. THose common passions hopes and feares that still The Poets first and then the Prologues fill In this our age hee that writ this by mee Protests against as modest foolerie Hee thinks it an odde thing to be in paine For nothing else but to be well againe Who writes to feare is so had hee not writ You ne're had been the Iudges of his wit And when hee had did he but then intend To please himselfe he sure might have his end Without th' expence of hope and that he had That made this Play although the Play be bad Then Gentlemen be thriftie save your doomes For the next man or the next Play that comes For smiles are nothing where men doe not care And frownes as little where they need not feare To
issue of 's brain Was seldom brought forth but with trouble and pain And All that were present there did agree A Laureat Muse should be easie and free Yet sure 't was not that but 't was thought that his Grace Consider'd he was well he had a Cup-bearers place Will. Davenant asham'd of a foolish mischance That he had got lately travelling in France Modestly hoped the handsomnesse of 's Muse Might any deformity about him excuse And Surely the Company would have been content If they could have found any President But in all their Records either in Verse or Prose There was not one Laureat without a nose To Will Bartlet sure all the wits meant well But first they would see how his snow would sell Will smil'd and swore in their judgements they went lesse That concluded of merit upon successe Suddenly taking his place agen He gave way to Selwin who streight stept in But alas he had been so lately a wit That Apollo hardly knew him yet Toby Mathews pox on him how came he there Was whispering nothing in some-bodies ear When he had the honour to be nam'd in Court But Sir you may thank my Lady Carleil for't For had not her care furnisht you out With something of handsome without all doubt You and your sorry Lady Muse had been In the number of those that were not let in In haste from the Court two or three came in And they brought letters forsooth from the Queen 'T was discreetly done too for if th 'had come Without them th 'had scarce been let into the room Suckling next was call'd but did not appear But strait one whisperd Apollo i' th ' ear That of all men living he cared not for 't He loved not the Muses so well as his sport And prized black eyes or a lucky hit At bowls above all the Trophies of wit But Apollo was angry and publiquely said 'T were fit that a fine were set upon 's head Wat Montague now stood forth to his tryal And did not so much as suspect a denial But witty Apollo asked him first of all If he understood his own Pastoral For if he could do it 't would plainly appear He understood more than any man there And did merit the Bayes above all the rest But the Mounsier was modest and silence confest During these troubles in the Court was hid One that Apollo soon mist little Cid And having spied him call'd him out of the throng And advis'd him in his ear not to write so strong Murrey was summon'd but 't was urg'd that he Was Chief already of another Company Hales set by himself most gravely did smile To see them about nothing keep such a coil Apollo had spied him but knowing his mind Past by and call'd Faulkland that sate just behind But He was of late so gone with Divinity That he had almost forgot his Poetry Though to say the truth and Apollo did know it He might have been both his Priest and his Poet. At length who but an Alderman did appear At which Will. Davenant began to swear But wiser Apollo bade him draw nigher And when he was mounted a little higher Openly declared that the best signe Of good store of wit 's to have good store of coyn And without a Syllable more or lesse said He put the Laurel on the Aldermans head At this all the wits were in such a maze That for a good while they did nothing but gaze One upon another not a man in the place But had discontent writ in great in his face Onely the small Poets clear'd up again Out of hope as 't was thought of borrowing But sure they were out for he forfeits his Crown When he lends any Poets about the Town Loves World IN each mans heart that doth begin To love there 's ever fram'd within A little world for so I found When first my passion reason drown'd Instead of Earth unto this frame I had a faith was still the same For to be right it doth behoove It be as that fixt and not move Yet as the Earth may sometime shake For winds shut up will cause a quake So often jealousie and fear Stolne into mine cause tremblings there My Flora was my Sun for as One Sun so but one Flora was All other faces borrowed hence Their light and grace as stars do thence My hopes I call my Moon for they Inconstant still were at no stay But as my Sun inclin'd to me Or more or lesse were sure to be Sometimes it would be full and then Oh! too too soon decrease agen Eclip'st sometimes that 't would so fall There would appear no hope at all My thoughts ' cause infinite they be Must be those many Stars we see Of which some wandred at their will But most on her were fixed still My burning flame and hot desire Must be the Element of fire Which hath as yet so secret been That it as that was never seen No Kitching fire nor eating flame But innocent hot but in name A fire that 's starv'd when fed and gone When too much fewel is laid on But as it plainly doth appear That fire subsists by being near The Moons bright Orbe so I beleeve Ours doth for hope keeps love alive My fancy was the Ayre most free And full of mutability Big with Chimera's vapours here Innumerable hatcht as there The Sea 's my mind which calm would be Were it from winds my passions free But out alas no Sea I find Is troubled like a Lovers mind Within it Rocks and Shallows be Despair and fond credulity But in this World it were good reason We did distinguish Time and Season Her presence then did make the Day And Night shall come when shee 's away Long absence in far distant place Creates the Winter and the space She tarryed with me well I might Call it my Summer of delight Diversity of weather came From what she did and thence had name Somtimes sh'would smile that made it fair And when she laught the Sun shin'd clear Sometimes sh'would frown and sometimes weep So Clouds and Rain their turns do keep Sometimes again sh'would be all ice Extreamly cold extreamly nice But soft my Muse the world is wide And all at once was not descride It may fall out some honest Lover The rest hereafter will discover Song WHy so pale and wan fond Lover prethee why so pale Will when looking wel can't move her looking ill prevail prethee why so pale Why so dull and mute young sinner prethee why so mute Will when speaking well can't win her saying nothing doe 't prethee why so mute Quit quit for shame this will not move this cannot take her If of her self she will not love nothing can make her the divel take her Sonnet I. 1. DO'st see how unregarded now that piece of beauty passes There was a time when I did vow to that alone but mark the fate of faces That red
and white works now no more on me Then if it could not charm or I not see 2. And yet the face continues good and I have still desires Am still the self same flesh and blood as apt to melt and suffer from those fires Oh! some kind power unriddle where it lies Whether my heart be faulty or her eyes 3. She every day her Man does kill and I as often die Neither her power then nor my will can question'd be what is the mystery Sure Beauties Empires like to greater States Have certain periods set and hidden fates Sonnet II. 1. OF thee kind boy I ask no red and white to make up my delight no odd becomming graces Black eyes or little know-not-whats in faces Make me but mad enough give me good store Of Love for her I Court I ask no more T is love in love that makes the sport 2. There 's no such thing as that we beauty call it is meer cousenage all for though some long ago Like't certain colours mingled so and so That doth not tie me now from chusing new If I a fancy take To black and blue That fancy doth it beauty make 3. T is not the meat but 't is the appetite makes eating a delight and if I like one dish More then another that a Pheasant is What in our watches that in us is found So to the height and nick We up be wound No matter by what hand or trick Sonnet III. 1. OH for some honest Lovers ghost Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below I strangely long to know Whether the nobler Chaplets wear Those that their mistresse scorn did bear Or those that were us'd kindly 2. For what-so-e're they tell us here To make those sufferings dear 'T will there I fear be found That to the being crown'd T' have lov'd alone will not suffice Unlesse we also have been wise And have our Loves enjoy'd 3. What posture can we think him in That here unlov'd agen Departs and 's thither gone Where each sits by his own Or how can that Elizium be Where I my Mistresse still must see Circled in others Armes 4. For there the Judges all are just And Sophonisba must Be his whom she held dear Not his who lov'd her here The sweet Philoclea since she dy'de Lies by her Pirocles his side Not by Amphialus 5. Some Bayes perchance or Myrtle bough For difference crowns the brow Of those kind souls that were The noble Martyrs here And if that be the onely odds As who can tell ye kinder Gods Give me the Woman here To his much honoured the Lord Lepinton upon his Translation of Malvezzi his Romulus and Tarquin IT is so rare and new a thing to see Ought that belongs to young Nobility In print but their own clothes that we must praise You as we would do those first shew the waies To Arts or to new Worlds You have begun Taught travel'd youth what'tis it should have done For 't has indeed too strong a custome bin To carry out more wit then we bring in You have done otherwise brought home my Lord The choisest things fam'd Countries do afford Malvezzi by your means is English grown And speaks our tongue as well now as his own Malvezzi he whom 't is as hard to praise To merit as to imitate his waies He does not shew us Rome great suddenly As if the Empire were a Tympany But gives it natural growth tells how and why The little body grew so large and high Describes each thing so lively that we are Concern'd our selves before we are aware And at the wars they and their neighbours wag'd Each man is present still and still engag'd Like a good Prospective he strangely brings Things distant to us and in these two Kings We see what made greatnesse And what 't has been Made that greatnesse contemptible again And all this not tediously deriv'd But like to Worlds in little Maps contriv'd 'T is he that doth the Roman Dame restore Makes Lucrece chaster for her being whore Gives her a kind Revenge for Tarquins sin For ravish't first she ravisheth again She says such fine things after 't that we must In spite of vertue thank foul Rape and Lust Since 't was the cause no woman would have had Though she 's of Lucrece side Tarquin lesse bad But stay like one that thinks to bring his friend A mile or two and sees the journeys end I straggle on too far long graces do But keep good stomacks off that would fall too Against Fruition STay here fond youth and ask no more be wise Knowing too much long since lost Paradise The vertuous joyes thou hast thou would'st should still Last in their pride and would'st not take it ill If rudely from sweet dreams and for a toy Tho'wert wak't he wakes himself that does enjoy Fruition adds no new wealth but destroyes And while it pleaseth much the palate cloyes Who thinks he shall be happyer for that As reasonably might hope he might grow fat By eating to a Surfet this once past What relishes even kisses loose their tast Urge not 't is necessary alas we know The homeliest thing which mankind does is so The World is of a vast extent we see And must be peopled Children there must be So must bread too but since there are enough Born to the drudgery what need we plough Women enjoy'd what e're before t' have been Are like Romances read or sights once seen Fruition's dull and spoils the Play much more Than if one read or knew the plot before 'T is expectation makes a blessing dear Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were And as in Prospects we are there pleas'd most Where somthing keeps the eye from being lost And leaves us room to guesse so here restraint Holds up delight that with excesse would faint They who know all the wealth they have are poor Hee 's onely rich that cannot tell his store 1. THere never yet was woman made nor shall but to be curst And oh that I fond I should first of any Lover This truth at my own charge to other fools discover 2. You that have promis'd to your selves propriety in love Know womens hearts like straws do move and what we call Their sympathy is but love to jett in general 3. All mankind are alike to them and though we iron find That never with a Loadstone joyn'd 't is not the irons fault It is because the loadstone yet was never brought 4. If where a gentle Bee hath fall'n and laboured to his power A new succeeds not to that Flower but passes by 'T is to be thought the gallant else-where loads his thigh 5. For still the flowers ready stand one buzzes round about One lights one tasts gets in gets out all all waies use them Till all their sweets are gone and all again refuse them Song 1. NO no fair Heretick it needs must be But an ill love in me And worse for thee For were
use that I shall make of that Sex now will be no other then that which the wiser sort of Catholiques do of Pictures at the highest they but serve to raise my devotion to you Should a great Beauty now resolve to take me in as that is all they think belongs to it with the Artillery of her eyes it would be as vain as for a Thief to set upon a new robd passenger You Madam have my heart already nor can you use it unkindly but with some injustice since besides that it left a good service to wait on you it was never known to stay so long or so willingly before with any After all the wages will not be high for it hath been brought up under Platonicks and knows no other way of being paid for service then by being commanded more which truth when you doubt you have but to send to its master and Your humble Servant J. S. A disswasion from Love Jack THough your disease be in the number of those that are better cured with time then precept yet since it is lawful for every man to practise upon them that are forsaken and given over which I take to be your state I will adventure to prescribe to you and of the innocence of the Physick you shall not need to doubt since I can assure you I take it daily my self To begin Methodically I should enjoyn you Travel for Absence doth in a kind remove the cause removing the object and answers the Physitians first Recipez vomiting and purging but this would be too harsh and indeed not agreeing to my way I therefore advise you to see her as often as you can for besides that the rarity of visits endears them this may bring you to surprise her and to discover little defects which though they cure not absolutely yet they qualifie the fury of the Feaver As neer as you can let it be unseasonably when she is in sicknes and disorder for that will let you know she is mortal and a Woman and the last would be enough to a wise man If you could draw her to discourse of things she understands not it would not be amisse Contrive your self often into the Company of the cryed up Beauties for if you read but one book it will be no wonder if you speak or write that stile variety will breed distraction and that will be a kind of diverting the humour I would not have you deny your self the little things for these Agues are easier cured with Surfets than abstinence rather if you can tast all for that as an old Author saith will let you see That the thing for which we wooe Is not worth so much ado But since that here would be impossible you must be content to take it where you can get it And this for your comfort I must tell you Jack that Mistresse and Woman differ no otherwise then Frontiniack and ordinary Grapes which though a man loves never so well yet if he surfet of the last he will care but little for the first I would have you leave that foolish humour Jack of saying you are not in love with her and pretending you care not for her for smothered fires are dangerous and malicious humors are best and safest vented and breathed out Continue your affection to your Rival still that will secure you from one way of loving which is in spite and preserve your friendship with her woman for who knows but she may help you to the remedy A jolly glasse and right Company would much conduce to the cure for though in the Scripture by the way it is but Apocrypha Woman is resolved stronger than Wine yet whether it will be so or not when wit is joyned to it may prove a fresh question Marrying as our friend the late Ambassador hath wittily observed would certainly cure it but that is a kind of live Pigeons laid to the soals of the feet a last remedy and to say truth worse than the disease But Jack I remember I promised you a letter not a Treaty I now expect you should be just and as I have shewed you how to get out of love so you according to our bargain should teach me how to get into it I know you have but one way and will prescribe me now to look upon Mistris Howard but for that I must tell you aforehand that it is love as in Antipathy The Capers which will make my Lord of Dorset go from the Table another man will eat up And Jack if you would make a visit to Bedlam you shall find that there are rarely two there mad for the same thing Your humble Servant THough Madam I have ever hitherto beleeved play to be a thing in it self as meerly indifferent as Religion to a States-man or love made in a privie-chamber yet hearing you have resolved it otherwise for me my faith shall alter without becomming more learned upon it or once knowing why it should do so so great and just a Soveraignty is that your reason hath above all others that mine must be a Rebel to it self should it not obey thus easily and indeed all the infallibility of judgement we poor Protestants have is at this time wholy in your hands The losse of a Mistris which kills men onely in Romances and is still digested with the first meat we eat after it had yet in me raised up so much passion and so just a quarrel as I thought to Fortune for it that I could not but tempt her to do me right upon the first occasion yet Maddame has it not made me so desperate but that I can sit down a loser both of that time and money too when there shall be the least fear of losing you And now since I know your Ladyship is too wise to suppose to your self impossibilities and therefore cannot think of such a thing as of making me absolutely good it will not be without some impatience that I shall attend to know what sin you will be pleased to assigne me in the room of this something that has lesse danger about it I conceive it would be and therefore if you please Madam let it not be Women for to say truth it is a dyet I cannot yet rellish otherwise then men do that on which they surfetted last Your humblest Servant J. S. Madam BEfore this instant I did not beleeve Warwickshire the other world or that Milcot walks had been the blessed shades At my arrival here I am saluted by all as risen from the dead and have had joy given me as preposterously and as impertinently as they give it to men who marry where they do not love If I should now die in earnest my friends have nothing to pay me for they have discharged the Rites of Funeral sorrow before hand Nor do I take it ill that report which made Richard the second alive so often after he was dead should kill me as often when I am alive The advantage is on my side
be negligent because I was not troublesom And were I not safe in your goodnes I should be Madam in your judgement which is too just to value little observances or think them necessary to the right honouring my Lady Your Ladyship I make no doubt will take into consideration that superstition hath ever been fuller of Ceremony then the true worship When it shall concern any part of your real service and I not throw by all respects whatsoever to manifest my devotion take what revenge you please Undo me Madam Resume my best Place and Title and let me be no longer Your humble servant Madam BY the same reason the Ancients made no sacrifice to death should your Ladyship send me no Letters since there has been no return on my side But the truth is the place affords nothing all our dayes are as the Women here alike and the difference of Fair does rarely shew it selfe Such great State do Beauty and the Sun keep in these parts I keep company with my own Horses Madam to avoid that of the men and by this you may guesse how great an enemy to my living contentedly my Lady is whose conversation has brought me to so fine a diet that wheresoever I go I must starve all daies are tedious companies troublesom and Books themselves Feasts heretofore no relish in them Finding you to be the cause of all this Excuse me Madam if I resent and continue peremptory in the resolution I have taken to be Madam during life Your humblest Servant Madam BUt that I know your goodnes is not mercinary and that you receive thanks either with as much trouble as men ill news or with as much wonder as Virgins unexpected Love this letter should be full of them A strange proud return you may think I make you Madam when I tell you it is not from every body I would be thus obliged and that if I thought you did me not these favours because you love me I should not love you because you do me these favours This is not language for one in Affliction I confesse and upon whom it may be at this present a cloud is breaking but finding not within my self I have deserv'd that storm I will not make it greater by apprehending it After all least Madam you should think I take your favours as Tribute to my great grief I here declare that the services I shall be able to render you will be no longer Presents but payments of Debts since I can do nothing for you hereafter which I was not obliged to do before Madam Your most humble and faithful servant My Noble Friend THat you have overcome the danger of the Land and of the Sea is news most welcom to us and with no lesse joy receiv'd amongst us than if the King of Sweden had the second time overcome Tilley and again past the Meine and the Rhine Nor do we in this look more upon our selves and private interests then on the publike since in your safety both were comprised And though you had not had about you the affairs and secrets of State yet to have left your own person upon the way had been half to undoe our poor Iland and the losse must have been lamented with the tears of a whole Kingdom But you are now beyoud all our fears and have nothing to take heed on your self but fair Ladies A pretty point of security and such a one as all Germany cannot afford We here converse with Northern Beauties that had never heat enough to kindle a spark in any mans breast where heaven had been first so merciful as to put in a reasonable soul There is nothing either fair or good in this part of the world and I cannot name the thing can give me any content but the thought that you enjoy enough otherwhere I having ever been since I had the first honour to know you Yours more then his owne My Lord TO perswade one that has newly ship-wrackt upon a Coast to imbarque sodainly for the same place again or your Lordship to seek that content you now enjoy in the innocence of a solitude among the disorders and troubles of a Court were I think a thing the King himself and Majesty is no ill Orator would find some difficulty to do And yet when I consider that great soul of yours like a Spider working all inwards and sending forth nothing but like the Cloister'd Schoolmens Divinity threads fine and unprofitable if I thought you would not suspect my being serious all this while for what I should now say I would tell you that I cannot but be as bold with you as your Ague is and for a little time whether you will or not entertain you scurvily When I consider you look to me like I cannot but think it as odd a thing as if I should see Van Dike with all his fine colours and Pensills about him his Frame and right Light and every thing in order and yet his hands tyed behind him and your Lordship must excuse me if upon it I be as bold The wisest men and greatest States have made no scruple to make use of brave men whom they had laid by with some disgrace nor have those brave men so laid by made scruple or thought it a disgrace to serve again when they were called to it afterwards These general motives of the State and Common good I will not so much as once offer up to your Lordships consideration though as 't is fit they have still the upper end yet like great Oleoes they rather make a shew then provoke Appetite There are two things which I shall not be ashamed to propound to you as ends since the greater part of the wise men of the world have not been ashamed to make them theirs and if any has been found to contemn them it hath been strongly to be suspected that either they could not easily attain to them or else that the readiest way to attain to them was to contemn them These two are Honour and Wealth and though you stand possest of both of them yet is the first in your hands like a sword which if not through negligence by mischance hath taken rust and needs a little clearing and it would be much handsomer a present to posterity if you your self in your life time wipe it off For your Estate which it may be had been more had it not been too much though it is true that it is so far from being contemptible that it is Nobly competent yet must it be content to undergo the same fate greater states Common-wealths themselves have been are subject to which is when it comes to be divided in it self not to be considerable Both Honour and Estate are too fair and sweet Flowers to be without Prickles or to be gathered without some scratches And now my Lord I know you have nothing to urge but a kind of incapability in your self to the service of this State when indeed you have
John Suckling A Discourse by Sir John Suckling Knight AMong the truths my Lord which we receive none more reasonably commands our belief then those which by all men at all times have been assented to In this number and highest I place this great one that there is a Deity which the whole world hath been so eager to embrace that rather then it would have none at all it hath too often been contented with a very mean one That there should be a great Disposer and Orderer of things a wise Rewarder and Punisher of good and evil hath appeared so equitable to men that by instinct they have concluded it necessary Nature which doth nothing in vain having so far imprinted it in us all that should the envie of Predecessors deny the secret to Succeders they yet would find it out Of all those little ladders with which we seale heaven and climb up to our Maker that seems to me not the worst of which man is the first step For but by examining how I that could contribute nothing to mine owne being should be here I come to ask the same question for my Father and so am led in a direct line to a last Producer that must be more then man For if man made man Why died not I when my Father died since according to that Maxime of the Philosophers the cause taken away the effect does not remain Or if the first man gave himself being why hath he it not still Since it were unreasonable to imagine any thing could have power to give it self life that had no power to continue it That there is then a God will not be so much the dispute as what this God is or how to be worshipped is that which hath troubled poor mortals from the first nor are they yet in quiet So great has been the diversity that some have almost thought God was no lesse delighted with variety in his service then he was pleased with it in his works It would not be amisse to take a survey of the world from its cradle and with Varro divide it into three Ages the Unknown the Fabulous and the Historical The first was a black night and discovered nothing the second was a weak and glimmering light representing things imperfectly and falsly the last more clear left handsom monuments to posterity The unknown I place in the age before the Flood for that Deluge swept away things as well as men and left not so much as footsteps to trace them by The fabulous began after the Flood in this time Godheads were cheap men not knowing where to choose better made Deities one of another Where this ended the historical took beginning for men began to ingrave in pillars and to commit to Letters as it were by joynt consent for the three great Epoches or Termes of Accompt were all established within the space of 30. yeers The Grecians reckoning from their Olympiades The Romans from the building of their City and the Babilonians from their King Salmonassar To bring into the scale with Christian Religion any thing out of the first Age we cannot because we know nothing of it And the second was so fabulous that those which took it up afterwards smil'd at it as ridiculous and false which though was easier for them to do then to shew a true In the historical it improved and grew more refined but here the Fathers entred the field and so cleerly gained the victory that I should say nothing in it did I not know it still to be the opinion of good wits that the particular Religion of Christians has added little to the general Religion of the World Let us take it then in its perfecter estate and look upon it in that age which was made glorious by the bringing forth of so many admirable spirits and this was about the 80. Olympiad in the year of the world 3480. for in the space of an 100. yeers flourished almost all that Greece could boast of Socrates Plato Aristotle Architas Isocrates Pythagoras Epicurus Heraclitus Xenophon Zeno Anaxagoras Democritus Demosthenes Parmenides Zenocrates Theophrastes Empedocles Tymaeus with divers others Orators and Poets Or rather for they had their Religion one from another and not much different let us take a view of it in that Century in which Nature as it were to oppose the Grecian insolence brought forth that happy birth of Roman wits Varro Cicero Caesar Livie Salust Virgil Horace Vitruvius Ovid Pliny Cato Marcus Brutus and this was from Quintus Servilius his Consulship to that of Augustus 270. yeers after the other And to say truth a great part of our Religion either directly or indirectly hath been professed by Heathens which I conceive not so much an exprobation to it as a confirmation it being no derogating from truth to be warranted by common consent First then the Creation of the world is delivered almost the same in the Phoenician stories with that in Moses from this the Grecians had their Chaos and Ovid the beginning of his Metamorphosis That All things were made by God was held by Plato and others that darknes was before light by Thales that the Stars were made by God by Aratus that life was infused into things by the breath of God Virgil that Man was made of dust Hesied and Homer that the first life of man was in simplicity and nakednes the AEgyptians taught and from thence the Poets had their Golden Age. That in the first times mens lives lasted a thousand yeers Berosus and others that somthing divine was seen amongst men till that the greatnes of our sins gave them cause to remove Caâ—uâ—â—us and this he that writes the story of Columbus reports from the Indians of a great Deluge almost all But to the main they hold one God and though multiplicity hath been laid to their charge yet certainly the clearer spirits understood these petty Gods as things not as Deities second causes and several vertues of the great power by Neptune water Juno aire by Dispater earth by Vulcan fire and sometimes one God signified many things as Jupiter the whole world the whole heaven and sometimes many gods one thing as Ceres Juno magâ—a the earth They concluded those to be vices which we do nor was there much difference in their vertues onely Christians have made ready beleef the highest which they would hardly allow to be any They held rewards for the good and punishments for the ill had their Elizium and their hell and that they thought the pains eternal there is evident in that they beleev'd from thence was no return They proportion'd sufferings hereafter to offences here as in Tantalus Sisyphus and others among which that of Conscience the worm that never dies was one as in the Vultures gnawing of Promotheus heart and Virgils ugliest of Furies thundring in Pirithous ear was not obscurely shown and yet neerer us they held the number of the Elect to be but small and that there should be a last
a Lover dye it grieves Although 't is in worse language that he lives Will like't w are confident since here will bee That your Sex ever lik'd varietie Prologue to the Court. T Is strange perchance you 'll thinke that she that di ' dâ— At Christmas should at Easter be a Bride But 't is a privilege the Poets have To take the long-since dead out of the grave Nor is this all old Heroes a sleepe 'Twixt marble coverlets and six foot deepâ— In earth they boldly wake and make them doe All they did living here sometimes more too They give fresh life reverse and alter Fate And yet more bold Almightie-like create And out of nothing onely to deifie Reason and Reasons friend Philosophie Fame honour valour all that 's great or good Or is at least ' mongst us so understood They give heav'ns theirs no handsome woman dies But if they please is strait some star i' th' skies But oh How those poore men of Meetre doe Flatter themselves with that that is not true And ' cause they can trim up a little prose And spoile it handsomly vainly suppose Th' are Omnipotent can doe all those things That can be done onely by Gods and Kings Of this wild guilt hee faine would bee thought free That writ this Play and therefore Sir by mee Hee humbly begs you would be pleas'd to know Aglaura's but repriev'd this night and though Shee now appeares upon a Poets call Shee 's not to live unlesse you say shee shall ACTUS V. SCENA I. Enter Ziriff Pasithas and Guard hee places 'em and Exit A State set out Enter Ziriff Jolas Ariaspes Iol. A Glorious night Ari. Pray Heav'n it prove so Are wee not there yet Zir. 'T is about this hollow They Enter the Cave Ari. How now what region are we got into Th'enheritance of night Have wee not mistaken a turning Ziriff And stept into the confines of some melancholy Devils Territorie Iol. Sure 't is a part of the first Chaos That would not suffer any change Zir. No matter Sir 't is as proper for our Purpose as the Lobbie for the waiting womans Stay you here I 'le move a little backward And so we shall be sure to put him past Retreat you know the word if it be the prince Ziriff goes to the doore Enter King Ziriff Here Sir follow me alâ—'s quiet yet King Is hee not come then Zir. No. King Where 's Ariaspes Zir. Waiting within Iol. I do not like this waiting Nor this fellowes leaving of us Ari. This place does put odd thoughts into thee Then thou art in thine owne nature too As jealous as Love or Honour weare thy sword In readinesse and thinke how neere we are a Crowne Zir. Revenge Guard seiseth on 'em King Ha! what 's this Zir. Bring them forth Brings them forth Ari. The King Zir. Yes and the Princes friend Discovers himselfe D' you know this face King Zorannes Zor The very same The wrong'd Zorannes King D you stare Away with them where I appointed King Tâ—aytours let mee goe Villaine thou dar'st not doe this Zor Poore Counterfeit How faine thou now would'st act a King and art not Stay you to Ariaspes Unhand him Whispers Leave us now Exeunt Manet Ariasp Zoran Ari. What does this meane Sure hee does intend the Crowne to mee Zor Wee are alone Follow mee out of the wood and thou shalt be Master of this againe And then best aâ—me and title take it Ari. Thy offer is so noble in gratitude Icannot But propound gentler conditions Wee will divide the Empire Zor Now by my fathers soule I doe almost repent my first intents And now could kill thee scurvily for thinking If I had a minde to rule I would not rule alone Let not thy easie faith lost man Foole thee into so dull an heresie Orbella is our quarrell I have thought it fit That love should have a nobler way of Justice Than Revenge or Treason If thou dar'st die handsomly follow me Ex. And enter both agen Zor There Gives him his sword Ari. Extremely good Nature tooke paines I sweare The villaine and the brave are mingled handsomely Zir. 'T was Fate that tooke it when it decreed Wee two should meet nor shall they mingle now Wee are but brought together strait to part Fight Ari. Some Devill sure has borrowed this shape My sword ne're staid thus long to finde an entrance Zir. To guiltie men all that appeare is Devill Come trifler come Fight Ari. Dog thou hast it Zir. Why then it seemes my star's as great as his Ariaspes pants and runs at him to catch his sword I smile at thee Thou now would'st have me kill thee And 't is a courtesie I cannot afford thee I have bethought my selfe there will be use Of thee Pasithas to the rest with him Exit Enter Pasithas and two of the Guard Exeunt Enter Thersames Ther. The Dog-star's got up high it should be late And sure by this time every waking eare And watchfull eye is charm'd and yet mee thought A noyse of weapons struck my eare just now 'T was but my Fancie sure and were it more I would not tread one step that did not lead To my Aglaura stood all his Guard betwixt With lightning in their hands Danger thou Dwarfe drest up in Giants clothes That shew'st far off still greater than thou art Goe terrifie the simple and the guiltie such As with false Opticks still doe looke upon thee But fright not Lovers wee dare looke on thee In thy worst shapes and meet thee in them too Stay these trees I made my marke t is hereabouts Love guide mee but right this night And Lovers shall restore thee back againe Those eyes the Poets tooke so boldly from thee Exit A Taper Table out Enter Aglaura with a Torch in one hand a Dagger in the other Agl. How ill this does become this hand much worse This suits with this one of the two should goe The shee within mee sayes it must be this Honor sayes this and honour is Thersames friend What is that shee then is it not a thing That sets a Price not upon me but on Life in my name leading me into doubt Which when 'tas done it cannot light me out For feare does drive to Fate or Fate if wee Doe flie oretakes and holds us till or death Or infamie or both doe seize us Puts out the light Ha! would 't were in agen Antiques strange mishapes Such as the Porter to my Soule mine Eye Was ne're acquainted with Fancie lets in Like a disrouted multitude by some strange accident Piec'd together feare now afresh comes on And charges Love too home Hee comes he comes A little noyse below Woman if thou would'st be the Subject Of mans wonder Not his scorne hereafter Now shew thy selfe Enter Thersames from the vault she stabs him as hee riseth Ther. Unkindly done Agl. The Princes voyce defend it Goodnesse Ther. What art thou that thus poorely Hast destroy'd a life
shop at the Signe of the Princes Armes in St Pauls Churchyard MDCXLVI PROLOGUE WIt in a Prologue Poets justly may Stile a new imposition on a Play When Shakespeare Beamont Fletcher rul'd the Stage There scarce were ten good pallats in the age More curious Cooks then guests for men would eat Most hartily of any kind of meat And then what strange variety each Play A Feast for Epicures and that each day But marke how odly it is come about And how unluckily it now fals out The pallats are growne higher number increas't And there wants that which should make up the Feast And yet y' are so unconscionable You 'd have Forsooth of late that which they never gave Banquets before and after Now pox on him that first good Prologue writ He left a kind of rent charge upon wit Which if succeding Poets faile to pay They forfeit all their worth and that 's their play Y' have Ladies humors and y' are growne to that You will not like the man lesse that his boots and hat Be right no play unlesse the Prologue be And Epilogue writ to curiositie Well Gentiles ' â—is the grievance of the place And pray consider 't for here 's just the case The richnesse of the ground is gone and spent Mens braines grow barren and you raise the Rent Francelia ACT I. SCENE I. Enter as to a Duell Samorat Philatell Torcular Samorat BUt my Lords May not this harsh businesse Yet be left undone Must you hate me because I love your sister And can you hate at no lesse rate then death Phil. No at no lesse Thou art the blaster of our fortunes The envious cloud that darknest all our day While she thus prodigally and fondly Throwes away her love on thee She has not wherewithall to pay a debt Unto the Prince Sam. Is this all Tor. Faith what if in short we doe not thinke You worthy of her Sam. I sweare that shall not make a quarrell I thinke so too ' Have urg'd it often to my selfe Against my selfe have sworn't as oft to her Pray let this satisfie Phil. Sure Torcular he thinks we come to talke Looke you Sir drawes And brother since his friend has fail'd him Doe you retire Tor. Excuse me Philatell I have an equall interest in this And fortune shall decide it Phil. It will not need hee 's come Enter Orsabrin Ors Mercury protect me what are these The brothers of the high way Phil. A stranger by his habit Tor. And by his looks a Gentleman Sir will you make one We want a fourth Ors I shall be rob'd with a tricke now Sam. My Lords excuse me This is not civill In what concernes my selfe None but my selfe must suffer Ors A duell by this light Now has his modestie And t'others forwardnes warm'd me goes towards them Gentlemen I weare a sword And commonly in readines If you want one speake Sir to Samorat I doe not feare much suffering Sam. Y' are noble Sir I know not how t' invite you to it Yet there is Justice on my side And since you please to be a witnesse To our actions 't is fit you know our Story Ors No Story Sir I beseech you The cause is good enough as 't is It may be spoil'd i' th telling Phil. Come we trifle then Sam. It is impossible to preserve I see My honor and respect to her And since you know this too my Lord It is not handsome in you thus to presse me But come Torcular beckens to Orsabrin Oh! I understand you Sir Exeunt Philatell and Samoratt fight Phil. In posture still Oh y' are mortall then it seemes A slight wound Sam. Thou hast undone thy selfe rash man For with this bloud thou hast let out a spirit Will vex thee to thy grave Fight agen Samorat takes away Philatells sword and takes breath then gives it him Sam. I 'm coole agen Here my Lord. And let this Present bind your friendship Phil. Yes thus Runs at him Sam. Treacherous and low Enter Orsabrin Ors I have dril'd my gentleman I have made as many holes in him As would sinke a Ship Royall In sight of the Haven How now Samorat upon his knee S'foot yonder 's another going that way too Now have I forgot of which side I 'm on No matter I 'le help the weakest There 's some Justice in that Phil. The Villaine sure has slaine my brother If I have any friends above Guide now my hand unto his heart Orsabrin puts it by runs at him Samo steps in Sam. Hold noble youth Destroy me not with kindnesse Men will say he could have kil'd me And that injustice should not be For honours sake leave us together Ors 'T is not my businesse fighting puts up Th'employment's yours Sir If you need me I am within your call Sam. The gods reward thee Now Philatell thy worst They fight agen and close Samo forces his sword Enter Orsabrin Ors Hell and the Furies are broke loose upon us Shift for your selfe Sir Flyes â—nto the woods sâ—verall wayes pursued by Theeves in Devils habits Enter Torcular weak with bleeding Tor. It will not be My body is a Jade I feele it tire and languish under me Those thoughts came to my soule Like Screech-owles to a sick mans window Enter Theeves back agen Thee Here here Tor. Oh! I am fetcht away alive Exeunt They bend him and carry him away Enter Orsabrin Ors Now the good gods preserve my senses right For they were never in more danger 'I th name of doubt what could this be Sure 't was a Conjurer I dealt withall And while I thought him busie at his praiers 'T was at his circle levying this Regiment Heere they are agen Enter Samoratt Sam. Friend Stranger Noble youth Ors Heere heere Sam. Shift shift the place The wood is dangerous As you love safety Follow me Exeunt Enter Philatell Phi. Th' have left the place And yet I cannot find the body any where May be he did not kill him then But he recover'd strength And reacht the Towne It may be not too Oh that this houre could be call'd backe agen But 't is too late And time must cure the wound that 's given by fate Exit Enter Samoratt Orsabrin Ors I' th shape of Lions too sometimes And Beares Sam. Often Sir Ors Pray unriddle Sam. The wiser sort doe thinke them Theeves Which but assume these formes to rob More powerfully Or. Why does not then the State Set out some forces and suppresse them Sam. It often has Sir but without successe Or. How so Sam. During the time those leavies are abroad Not one of them appeares There have been That have attempted under ground But of those as of the dead There has been no returne Or. Strange Sam. The common people thinke them a race Of honest and familiar Devills For they do hurt to none Unlesse resisted They seldome take away but with exchange And to the poore they often give Returne the hurt and sicke
my Lord And were they all lockt up you are a spye Once entred in my chamber at strange houres Iphi. The vertue of Francelia is too safe To need those little arts of preservation Thus to divide our selves is to distrust our selves A Cherubin dispatches not on earth Th' affaires of heaven with greater innocence Then I will visit 't is but to take a leave I begg Franc. When you are going my Lord Exeunt Enter Almerin Morat Almer Pish Thou liest thou liest I know he playes with woman kind not loves it Thou art impertinent Mor. 'T is the campe talke my Lord though Al. The camp 's an asse let me hear no more on 't Exeunt Talking Enter Granivert Villanor Marinel Grani. And shall we have peace I am no sooner sober but the State is so too If 't be thy will a truce for a month only I long to refresh my eyes by this hand They have been so tyr'd with looking upon faces Of this country Villa And shall the Donazella To whom we wish so well-a Look Babies agen in our eyes-a Grani. Ah a sprightly girle above fifteen That melts when a man but takes her by the hand Eyes full and quick with breath Sweet as double violets And wholesome as dying leaves of Strawberries Thick silken eye-browes high upon the fore-head And cheeks mingled with pale streaks of red Such as the blushing morning never wore Villa Oh my chops my chops Grani. With narrow mouth small teeth And lips swelling as if she pouted Villa Hold hold hold Grani. Haire curling and cover'd like buds of Marioram Part tyed in negligence Part loosely flowing Marin Tyrant tyrant tyrant Grani. In pinck colour taffata petticoate Lac't smock-sleeves dangling This vision stolne from her own bed And rustling in ones chamber Villa Oh good Granivert good Granivert Grani. With a waxe candle in her hand Looking as if she had lost her way At twelve at night Marm. Oh any hower any hower Grani. Now I thinke on 't by this hand I le marry and be long liv'd Villa Long liv'd how Grain Oh he that has a Wife eats with an appetitâ— ' Has a very good stomacke to 't first This living at large is very destructive Variety is like rare sawces provokes too far And draws on surfets more then th' other Enter Doran Dor. So is this a time to foole in G. What 's the matter Dor. Draw out your choise men and away to Your Coronell immediately There 's worke Towards my boyes there 's worke Grain Art in earnest Dor. By this light Grain There 's something in that yet This moiety Warre Twilight Neither night nor day Pox upon it A storme is worth a thousand Of your calme There 's more variety in it Exeunt Enter Almerin Francelia as talking earnestly Alm. Madam that shewes the greatnes of my passion Fran. The imperfection rather Jealousie 's No better signe of love my Lord then feavers are Of Life they shew there is a Being though Impair'd and perishing and that affection But sicke and in disorder I like 't not Your servant Exit Al. So short and sowre the change is visible Enter Iphigene Iph. Deare Almerin welcome y' have been absent long Alm. Not very long Iph. To me it hath appeared so What sayes our Camp am I not blamed there Alm. They wonder Iph. While we smile How have you found the King inclining Alm. Well The Treaty is not broken nor holds it Things are where they were 'T has a kind of face of peace You my Lord may when you please returne Iph. I Almerin Alm. Yes my Lord I 'le give you an escape Iph. 'T is least in my desires Alm. Hum Iph. Such prisons are beyond all liberty Alm. Is 't possible Iph. Seemes it strange to you Alm. No not at all What you finde the Ladies kinde Iph. Civill smiles A. You make love well too they say my Lord. Iph. Passe my time Alm. Addresse unto Francelia Iph. Visit her Al. D' you know she is my Mistres Pallatine Iph. Ha Alm. D' you know she is my Mistresse Iph. I have been told so Alm. And doe you court her then Iph. Why smiles If I saw the enemy first Would you not charge Alm. He doe's allow it too by Heaven Laughs at me too thou filcher of a heart False as thy title to Francelia Or as thy friendship which with this I doe drawes Throw by draw Iph What doe you meane Alm. I see the cunning now of all thy love And why thou camest so tamely kinde Suffering surprise Draw Iph. I will not draw kill me And I shall have no trouble in my death Knowing 't is your pleasure As I shall ha ve no pleasure in my life Knowing it is your trouble Alm. Oh poor I lookt for this I knew th' wouldst find 't was easier to doe a wrong Then justifie it but Iphi. I will not fight heare me If I love you not more then I love her If I doe love her more then for your sake Heaven strangely punish me Alm. Take heed how thou dost play with heaven Iphi. By all that 's just and faire and good By all that you hold deare and men hold great I never had lascivious thought or ere Did action that might call in doubt my love To Almerin Alm. That tongue can charme me into any thing I doe beleev 't prethee be wiser then Give me no further cause of jealousie Hurt not mine honour more and I am well Iphi. But well Of all Our passions I wonder nature made The worst foule jealousie her favorite And if it be not so why took she care That every thing should give the monster Nourishment And left us nothing to destroy it with Alm. Prethee no more thou plead'st so cunningly I feare I shall be made the guilty And need thy pardon Iphi. If you could read my heart you would I will be gone to morrow if that will satisfie Indeed I shall not rest untill my innocence Be made as plain as objects to the sence Alm. Come You shall not goe I le think upon 't no more Distrusts ruine not friendship But build it fairer then it was before Exeunt Enter Brennoralt Captaines Stratheman Doran Bren. No more but ten from every company For many hands are theeves and rob the glory While they take their share how goes the night Stra. Halfe spent my Lord. We shall have straight The Moones weaker light Bren. 'T is time then call in the officers Friends if you were men that must be talkt Into a courage I had not chosen you Danger with its vizard oft before this time Y'have look'd upon and out-fac'd it too We are to doe the trick agen that 's all Here drawes his sword And yet we will not sweare For he that shrinks in such an action Is damn'd without the help of perjury Doran if from the virgin tow'r thou spiest A flame such as the East sends forth about The time the day should break goe tell the King I hold
's gone Shee 's gone Life like a Dials hand hath stolne A â—oyse within Enter souldiers Shee thinkeâ— them Almer From the faire figure e're it was perceiv'd What will become of me Too late too late Y' are come you may perswade wild birds that wing The aire into a Cage as soon as call Her wandring spirits back ha Those are strange faces there 's a horrour in them And if I stay I shall be taken for The murtherer O in what streights they move That wander 'twixt death feares and hopes of love Exit Enter Brennoralt Granivert Souldiers Bren. Forbeare upon your lives the place There dwels divinity within it All else The Castle holds is lawfull prize Your valours wages This I claime as mine Guard you the door Grani. Coronell shall you use all the women your selfe Bren. Away 't is unseasonable drawes the curtain Awake fair Saint and blesse thy poore Idolator Ha! pale and cold dead The sweetest guest fled murdered by heaven The purple streams not drye yet Some villaine has broke in before me Rob'd all my hopes but I will find him out And kick his soule to hell I le doe 't dragging out Iphigene Speak Iphi. What should I say Bren. Speak or by all Iph. Alas I doe confesse my selfe the unfortunate cause Bren. Oh d' you so Hadst thou been cause of all the plagues That vexe mankinde th' adst been an Innocent To what thou art thou shalt not think repentance kils her Iph. Oh thou wert too suddaine And dies Bren. Was I so The lustfull youth would sure have spoil'd her honour Which finding highly garded rage and feare To be reveal'd counsell'd this villany Is there no more of them Exit Enter Almerin Alm. Not enter Yes dogge through thee ha a course laid out In stead of Iphigene Francelia dead too Enter Bren. Where shall I begin to curse Bren. Here If he were thy friend Alm. Brennoralt A gallant sword could ne're have come In better time Bren. I have a good one for thee If that will serve the turne Alm. I long to trie it That sight doth make me desperate Sicke of my selfe and the world Bren. Didst value him A greater villaine did I never kill Alm. Kill Bren. Yes Alm. Art sure of it Bren. May be I doe not wake Alm. Th' ast taken then a guilt off from me Would have waigh'd downe my sword Weakned me to low resistance I should have made no sports hadst thou conceal'd it Know Brennoralt thy sword is stain'd in excellence Great as the world could boast Bren. Ha ha how thou art abus'd Looke there there lies the excellence Thou speak'st of murdred by him too He did confesse he was the cause Alm. Oh Innocence ill understood and much worse us'd She was alas by accident but I I was the cause indeed Bre. I will beleeve thee too and kill thee Destroy all causes till I make a stop In nature for to what purpose should she Worke agen Alm. Bravely then The title of a Kingdome is a trifle To our quarrell Sir know by sad mistake I kill'd thy Mistres Brennoralt And thou kild'st mine Bren. Thine Alm. Yes that Iphigene Though showne as man unto the world Was woman excellent woman Bren. I understand no riddles guard thee Fight and pause Alm. O could they now looke downe And see how wee two strive Which first should give revenge They would forgive us something of the crime Hold prethee give me leave To satisfie a curiosity I never kissed my Iphigene as woman Bren. Thou motion'st well nor have I taken leave Rising It keeps a sweetnesse yet As stills from Roses when the flowers are gone Alm. Even so have two faint Pilgrims scorch't with heat Vnto some neighbour fountaine stept aside Kneel'd first then laid their warm lips to the Nymph And from her coldnesse took fresh life againe As we doe now Bren. Le ts on our journy if thou art refresht Alm. Come and if there be a place reserved For heightned spirits better then other May that which wearies first of ours have it Fight agood while Alm. fals Bren. If I grow weary laugh at me that 's all Alm. Brave soules above which will Be sure inquisitive for newes from earth Shall get no other but that thou art Brave Enter King Stratheman Lords Minse Stra. To preserve some Ladies as we guest King Still gallant Brennoralt thy sword not sheath'd yet Busie still Bren. Revenging Sir The fowlest murder ever blasted eares Committed here by Almerin and Iphigene Alm. False false The first created purity Was not more innocent then Iphigene Bren. Lives he agen Alm. Stay thou much wearied guest Till I have thrown a truth amongst them We shall look back else to posterity King What sayes he Lord. Some thing concerning this he labours to Discover Alm. Know it was I that kild Francelia I alone Mins O barbarous return of my civilities Was it thy hand Alm. Heare and forgive me Minse Entring this morning hastily With resolution to preserve The faire Francelia I found a theefe Stealing the treasure as I thought Belongd to me Wild in my mind As ruin'd in my honour in much mistaken rage I wounded both then oh too late I found My errour Found Iphigene a woman Acting stolne love to make her own love safe And all my jealousies impossible Whilst I ran out to bring them cure Francelia dies and Iphigene found here I can no more dies King Most strange and intricate Iphigene a woman Mel. With this story I am guiltily acquainted The first concealments since her love And all the wayes to it I have bin trusted with But Sir my greife joyn'd with the instant busines Begges a deferrement King I am amaz'd till I doe heare it out But i th' mean time Least in these mists merit should loose it selfe Those forfeitures Of Trock and Menseck and Brennoralt are thine Bren. A Princely guilt But Sir it comes too late Like Sun-beames on the blasted blossomes doe Your favours fall you should have giv'n me this When 't might have rais'd me in mens thoughts and made Me equall to Francelia's love I have No end since shee is not Back to my private life I will returne Cattell though weary can trudge homewards after King This melancholy time must cure Come take The bodies up and lead the prisoners on Triumph and funerals must walke together Cipresse and Laurell twin'd make up one chaplet For we have got The day but bought it at so deare a rate That victory it selfe's unfortunate Exeunt FINIS Earth Sunne Moon Starres Fixed Planets Element of fire Ayre Sea Winter Summer Thus far Shakespear