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The virgin widow a comedie : vvritten by Fra. Quarles.
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.
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to high revenge This were an easie taske nay easier far To slack Hels flames then quench Marina's rage For. Nay then thy case is desperate farewell Exit Com. Who finds a Shrew need fear no other Hell Exit Pert. Such Devils 〈◊〉 be tam'd But when the Ram Begins to butt ô there 's both Devil and Dam. Exit Augusta Phonilla Trippit Aug. But Trippit is this certain Trip. Yes as sure Madam as fame can make it 'T is the voice Of the whole Court whisper'd from ear to ear Pho. Madam let not your easie faith relie Too much upon the voice of babling fame The Court is grown so vain that it beholds All in extreams and in ownes nothing good But what it censures evill Aug. There 's no smoake Without some fire Report must have some ground Trip. Nay Madam it is gone so far that they Stick not to stile her by the name of Queen Aug. That 's far enough a conscience but I hope The faire Kettreena will be pleas'd to stay Till we resigne ordie Pho. Madam believe it not The Court is too censorious and will tax The innocency of a very smile They weigh our reputations with the scales Of their own loose conceits and our good Names Though nere so faire must be allow'd by them Or given for light Aug. But is she stiled Queen Pho. Yes by that frantick fool old Pertenax Her jealous Husband whose malignant eye Reads rank Adultery in a harmlesse smile And construes friendly mirth and faire deportment No lesse then Whoredome and a crime that 's fit To suffer an Aspect more grim then death Trip. Such looks as his are sowre enough to fright Diana from her chastity And who Ere canoniz'd Kettreena for a Saint Or took the King for more then flesh and bloud Aug. There 's something in the wind that here of late The King is more estrang'd in his behaviour Then he was wont His language more reserv'd His thoughts so various that an easie eye May read some alteration in his brest I fear I 'm wrong'd Pho. Madam let not such thoughts Possesse your fancy or disturb your peace Evaldus is a Prince too noble and too just To be surpriz'd by any eyes but yours The only stars whereby his fortunes fayle Aug. But has he Knighted Pertenax Trip. Yes Madam And whispering joy in his new Ladies eare He feal'd it with a kisse which Pertenax Could not digest but straight brake out in flames At old Artesio's House where he was late Received as a self-invited Guest Aug. 'T was kindly done Evaldus has his end Fire will want heat when beauty lacks a friend Exeunt Eval Bellar Pallad Museus Artesio Formidon Comodus Kettreena Evald. Let 's hear no more on 't Come sheath up your swords And as ye love my quiet and your owne Let 's hear no more on 't What have I three sons And nere a wife one Ye are both too blame To raise such Tumults and to sow these seeds Of factious discords in our setled State Away Each one to his Command For you Bellario and Palladius we shall find A speedy way to let you understand Whose is the Birth-right and since the pleased Fates Have made so little difference betwixt you By your twin-birth in your Aspects and marks Doe you the like in your united hearts Till time and our best care shall bring to light Our true Successour in our doubtfull throne Stand both contented And let your contentions Find out no object but obedience And you Museus whose unrivall'd thoughts Have pitcht their Territories far more safe Where you enjoy more happinesse more rest Then he that wept for want of Worlds to win Whose boundlesse limits and more vast confines Extend from th' Artick to th' Antartick Pole And in the Closet of thy Contemplation Canst sit and blow new Worlds like bubbles then Demolish and dissolve them at thy pleasure Advise thy factious Brothers Let them know That Birth-right which they strive for can but make A king at best and fill their Armes with Ayre Their Lives with dangers and their Crowne with care Mus. Sir I 'le doe my best t' advise Bel. Pal. And we t' obey Bel. Crownes are too great Pal. For breath to blow away Exeunt Bell. Pal. Evald. Artesio say what discontents have rais'd These clouds that over-cast thy chearfull brow And make sad weather in Kettreena's face Art My age most gracious Soveraigne can expect Small sun-shine in this world My wasted years Find little relish in these worldly toyes Evald. Chear up Artesio If our favours can Quicken thy joyes and make thy times more sweet Thou shalt not want them We shall bend our care For thy advancement and thy Childrens good But say Artesio what disastrous evill Hath stampt thy looks with these late sad impressions Kettreena tell me for thine eye appears An equall sharer in his silent tears Ket Most ex'lent Prince my Fathers tender care And dear affection looking on my merits With multiplying Glasses and conceiving All happinesse too little for my heart Thinks though perchance without just ground that I Receive not those sweet comforts that should spring From the blest bounty of conjugall love But I lesse conscious of my own deserts Complain not of my fortunes but joy rather To find the sweet indulgence of a Father Art O that these cursed fingers had been struck With a dead Palsie when I tied that knot And these gold-blinded eyes when they survey'd His vast possessions had been strucken blind Poore Girle Eval But how can Pertenax devise To wrong such patience On what just ground Can he pretend to build the least distast For. Upon her noted virtue by which light His ugly vices doe appear more bright Com. Which then reflecting on his conscious soule Affrights him into madnesse who enrag'd Flies in the very face of all desert Evald. Well good Artesio what 's not past our help Shall be redrest We 'l paliate the disease We cannot cure and with our favours strive To hide the wrinkles of curst Fortunes brow In which respects Artesio we are pleas'd To make thee our chief Doctor to attend On our owne person likewise for the trust Repos'd in thy fidelity we make And choose thee here a Counsellour of State Thee Formidon for thy sweet Rosias sake Artesio's Daughter we appoint and choose Attourney-Generall for our Royall Causes Thee Comodus the Master of our Mint Omnes Long live Evaldus our most gracious Lord And Master Exeunt Evald. Go Museus see them sworne Kettreena stay we have a word t' exchange Sit down Kettreena Here 's an empty Chaire Invites thy presence Come why com'st thou not Kett. Most gracious Soveraigne That 's a seat not fit For Subjects Sir be pleas'd to lay commands My duty may not blush to-execute Evald. Lay by your Complements Kettreena Come Repose by us We 'l warrant our Commands Kett. Excuse me Sir and let this bended knee A posture far more fit attend your pleasure Evald.
Nay rise Kettreena Something tels my heart Thou art too blame Sit here We 'l have it so Sits downe So now Kettreena time and place conspire To give advantage to my long desire Shall I not seem too curious to propound A harmlesse question to thy private eare Kett. In confidence your grace will not command Beyond my power and honour I obey Evald. Then tell me sweet Kettreena and tell true Had peevish Pertenax the maiden-head Of thy Affection did thy heart nere flame Untill his amorous Bellowes blue the fire Kett. Sir were it not too high presumption to enquire The cause of your Command Evald. Nay blush not Lady 'T is nor sin nor shame To tell the secrets of so sweet a flame That blush has half resolv'd me what remains To clear my doubt let thy faire words produce Kett. Sir wer 't a Sin my Sin would not despair That have my Sovereigne to my Confessour Sir I was nere so wise above my Sex To blast Affections blossome in her spring Nor yet so nicely foolish to deny That passion which has conquer'd more then I. Evald. Liv'd there a Soule subjected to our Crowne So blest in his deservings as to find So great a favour at Kettreenas eyes Kett. Sir may your Subjects flourish with desert To merit such a Prince but Evald. But but what Speak on Kettreena Kett. Let your Grace Excuse my blunt abruption Evald. Come speak out Thy full perfection can no way admit Imperfect languages Say on but what Kett. But 't was no subject gracious Prince of yours That first enthrall'd my heart Evald. What was he then Was he some foraine Prince in a disguise That came to rob our land of such a prize Tell me Ketreena if thou darest repose So great a secret in Evaldus brest What was he for a man Of what condition From whence What were his fortunes his Allyes Kett. Most gracious Soveraign what or whence he was I cannot well relate So many years Have pass'd since then that my remembrance may Well plead her frailty Whatsoere he was A Pilgrims weed eclips'd him Evald. Could thy heart make a sad Pilgrim Th' object of thy love Kett. Sir I was then but young and my affection Could find no Tutor but her owne desires Which curb'd my nonag'd reason with a hand Too too severe for councell to withstand Evald. I wonder how a Pilgrim durst attempt So strong a taske upon what hopefull grounds Could he presume to build his vain desire Kett. The ground of Love is love And the direction Which meer affection takes is meer affection Evald. How long Kettreena since thy soft desire Relented first at thy bold Pilgrims fire Kett. Fates blesse the token Even that very year Your highnesse first set happy footing here To tie that blest that royall knot between Your sacred self and our as sacred Queen Evald. But did that Pilgrim never since appear Discover'd to thine eye Kett. Great Sir mine ear Was never since made happy with the newes That he is living for whose sake I wear These weeds of mourning True the great desire Of my wel-being urg'd my Fathers heart To match me to a wealthy discontent But my Obedience thwarted my Affection And made me prisoner to a secret vow Which I have kept as spotlesse as my name Evald. Has not thy Mariage-bed dissolv'd that vow Kett. Although I live sad Pertenax his Wife Yet shall I prove his Virgin when I die Evald. Tell me Kettreena do'st thou know this Ring Why do'st thou start Kettreena Do'st thou know 't What meanes these teares What meanes this change of weather Tell me Kettreena do'st thou know this Ring Kett. Sir too too well And in this Ring I read The secret story of my Pilgrims death Heavens rest and all my joyes be with him Sir He was too good to live and wretched I A slave to life not good enough to die Evald. Come come Kettreena let those pretious drops Forbear to trickle Come thy Pilgrim lives And fares no worse then I I am the man Kett. Abuse me not great Prince O punish not My rude but yet obedient boldnesse thus Deride not her whom fortune hath deprest And hath a loyall though a troubled brest Evald. 'T is I that was that Pilgrim and disguis'd Wandred this land whose Crowne I was fore-told By our Chaldean Prophet should be set Upon my Temples and directed to Artesio's house I found that very face His Glasse presented to my wandring eyes In viewing thee whom he mistook as Queen And read my Regall fortunes in thy love Adding this prophesie as yet untold She that gives thee the first Ring Shall crown thy head and make thee King This is that Ring which given thou drop'dst a tear And whispered'st thus This Ring is Cupid s Sphere 'T was I to whose safe trust thou didst repose A secret which this tongue shall nere disclose These were the lips which gave thee that advise My judgment thought most fit and thine approv'd Kett. I am convinc'd dread Soveraigne and amaz'd My trembling heart 's surpriz'd 'twixt joy and fear Evald. Fear not Kettreena I am still the same And so art thou excepting this alone Thou found'st a Croffe and I have gain'd a Crown Which I 'le renounce and call no longer mine When it shall cease t' advance both thee and thine And for a Pledge we tender on our part Our royall hand with it a reall heart Kett. Your hand 's enough great Prince as for the rest I 'm not ambitious now Evald. Be not deceiv'd My sweet Kettreena there 's no dregs of lust Defiles that bosome thou so fear'st to trust 'T is fair and spotlesse and contrives no end But what may merit so divine a friend Kett. I question not And for that heart return A heart though far unequall yet shall burn With equall fires Evald. And let Kettreena know Nor time nor fortunes shall have pow'r to show The shadow of a change And mark how long Times hower-glasse shall measure out my daies Ent. Augusta Phonilla Trippit Till then But hold The Queen prevents the rest How now my dear Augusta Art thou come To give 's a visit Love 't is kindly done Aug. I fear my Lord the King my blunt accesse Hath given the privacies of your discourse Too quick a period Evald. No no my dear At thy approach all businesse does appear Like pale-fac'd stars before the rising Sun Aug. Madam Kettreena I must give you joy Kett. Me joy most excellent Princesse Pray for what Aug. Nay never blush I say I wish you joy Kett. I thank your Grace Be pleas'd to say wherein Aug. Of your new Ladiship Come now you know What ayles my Lord the King Are you not well Evald. Why dear Augusta Aug. Cause ye look so pale Your colour 's gone into Kettreenas cheeks But are you well indeed I wish you joy too Evald. Thanks sweet Augusta Tell me dear of what Aug. Of your new Servants that you made to day