alwayes Han. Mars Captain Dacus be thy Friend and Victory Sit on thy swords point when thou go'st to battail Caca. If Victory be of any weight he had better Carry her behind him on horse-back through the Field Floret You look Spinella very well to day are neatly attir'd You meet with wealthy Servants else you could Not go so richly clad Spinel You wear as good Clothes as I which makes me conclude that Captain Hannibal is of a wealthy Fortune Floret His sword hath been his money 'T is it that hath Purchas'd him an Estate sufficient To live in nobler splendor then he doth But he 's content without the Noise of Clyents And a Retinue of many Servants Cacala Serves him for man And me for Maid Dacus I wish Bassanes would appear 'T is pitty Good meat out of a Complement should be spoyl'd Spinella He is a Person of his word Cypassis And will Be suddenly here I dare assure it Cacala But how if he comes not this hour yet Cypassis We must stay for him Cacala I would then I were a Lord and the better of the two That we might go to our meat presently and he come at his own leasure and sit down accordingly Enter Bassanes and Marullus Dacus Long look'd for comes at last Cypassis My Lord Bassanes welcome Friend Marullus Y' are welcome too Bassanes You see I trouble you Cypassis Why Seems my Spinella discontent Spinella Because She is not yours You have forsaken me I have not seen you many a day Bassanes I shall Not hereafter be such a stranger to you Marullus These wenches strange Temptations are Yet sure Clorina's Beauties and the sacred knot Of Hymen will continue him in virtue Bassanes Your daughter looks exceeding well Cypassis She 's Mistriss of a Beauty so supream It is above the rage of time of sickiless Cypassis Venus be prais'd she needs no Art and never Read Ovids Poem of the skill of Painting She knows not what belongs unto a 〈◊〉 Her Face doth ever wear its native Colours Spinel Mother the very thought of the Ingredients Of Paint would powerfully deterre me from it I should be sick to daub my Face with Oyntments Made of the spawn of Snakes Spittle of Jews And Mird of Infants Flor. Many a Gentlewoman Of good Repute and excellent Features also Have not so nice a stomach Cypas. I credit it And have known many who use Art themselves Rail at it with so fine an Impudency As if they did intend to win belief To paint they such Aversion had as they Scorn'd with it to adulterate their Faces Mar. You women no Dissemblers are 〈◊〉 that Can live without you is an happy man Caca. In my opinion you Floretta had Better become my wife then thus continue A Concubine to Captain Hanniball Floret I shall inform him of your sauciness If you desist not from your suit Know Cacala I scorn to be a wife to thee Caca. No more You have more Cause to scorn to be a Whore Aside Flor. What mutter you Caca. No matter of Importance I conceit Your conversation with the Captain hath Inspir'd you with valour Flor. Prithee wherefore Caca. Because you lead such an Incontinent Life I think you do not fear the Gods Flor. Adon Or I will make you fear my Hannibal's Anger Cypas. Our meat stays on us Bassanes Mother lead the way Give me your hand Spinella Spin. And my heart Dacus I fear Bassanes will renew his Love Exeunt Could I win her affection I would marry her And take her to Rome out of his reach she is Cypassis only Child And they are rich She may turn honest after she 's a wife However Mony makes an happy Life Exit Actus Tertii Scena Tertia Enter Armelina Sola Armelina Ovids fair Cosen Caralinda hath Inspir'd a spirit of Joy into me Those Sweet words she told me of my Phoebianus Sunk pleasantly into my heart and thence Disperse a Comfort unto all my Senses Before he travail'd he would often whisper Kind Accents in my ears of his Affection But though I wish'd him well I durst not give Too easy credit to his amorous tongue Yet from my Childhood I have had a kindness For him as he profess'd he had for me His Constancy my only Comfort is And I will pay with my Affection his Scena Quarta Enter Bassanes and Dacus Bassanes You should not be so angry He intended You no affront He had been drinking ere We came You 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 much as he Could bear Come therefore in again shake hands And still continue Friends Dacus It must not be Refuse my Mistriss health It is a Crime Which nothing but his death shall expiate His body goes to Atoms for 't aud's Soul Whither it pleaseth surly Caron to Waft it Have I been ever his continual Friend Waited on all his worst Extravagancies With my unwearied valour and my sword And am I slighted thus I will rouse up The dreadful Furies from infernal shades To stigmatize him full of my revenge The lasting Stars of his Ingratitude Enter Marullus Cypassis Hannibal Cacala Floretta Spinella Cypassis I l'e â—…ave no quarrelling in my house you shall be Friends He shall drink Spinella's health and have no more Caca. And you can hinder Quarrels in a Baudy-house you have more power than a Constable But if you force him to drink her health Let him have something more have her too though it be but to night Spin. Leave â—…imping Cacala I have no need Of your assistance in this kind Bassanes Let me enâ—… that you would reconcile them Bassa Marullus I conjure you by our Friendship And Captain Dacus He shall have the Boul. pointing to Marullus Mar. You shall command me Spin. If you expect favour you must leave These â—…u â—…ours Are you Friends Dacus I must obey you Flor. Shake hands and let us in again Cypas. I need not of Clorina's Health enquire She cannot but be well whom you affect Bassa Cypassis this is pretty Complement She 's free from sickness and I will be carefull To keep her clear from any vitious Act. Cypas. Doubtless she 's virtuous Trouble not your head With Jealousie Bassa I will be wise old Mother Han. Come Captain We men of War are for the Field and there Will be victorious Let the woman here Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Clorina above as in her Chamber Clorina I am lock'd in and at it am amaz'd But will conceal it from my servants while I any Excuse can find It needs must be My Husband For he last was with me here I did not hear him do 't but in all likelihood 'T was he when 's mind did run on something else I am so innocent I should fear nothing And yet so timerous that I am in dread Enter Pyrontus and Philocles below Pyrontus and his Friend are come into The Garden Gracious Heaven divert him from The Prosecution of his suit to me My troublesome thoughts have brought a Drousiness
Come Reader draw thy purse and be a guest To our Paâ—…assus T is the Muses feast The entertainment needs must be divine Appollo's th' Host ' where Cockains Heads 〈◊〉 THE TRAGEDY OF OVID. Written by Sir ASTON COKAIN Baronet LONDON Printed for Francis Kirkman and are to be sold at his Shop under S. Ethelborough's Church in Bishops-gate-street 1669. TO MY Most highly honour'd Cousin CHARLES COTTON Esquire Noble Cousin AS soon as I had finished this Play of mine call'd The Tragedie of Ovid I sent it to wait upon you at your house in Berisford where it found so courteous and generous an Entertainment that I should accuse my self of much ingratitude did I not Dedicate it to you and intreat your Favour that it might visit the world under the secure Patronage of your authentick Name I beseech you therefore to afford it so much grace and to give it leave to lie in your Parlour-window since you have been pleased to signalize it with two excellent Epigrams This is but a small Testimony of my Thankfulness to you for an abundancie of high and obliging Favours that I have upon several occasions received from you To which you will infinitely adde by continuing in your good opinion Sir Your very affectionate Kinsman and most humble Servant ASTON COKAIN To the Author ON Captain HANNIBAL An Epigram YOur Captain Hannibal does snore and puff Arm'd in his hrazen face and greasie Buff 'Mongst Punks and Pandars and can rant and rore With Cacala the Turd his poor Whore But I would wish his Valour not mistake us All Captains are not like his brother Dacus Advise him then be quiet or I shall Bring Captain Hough to bait your Hannibal Charles Coâ—… Drammatis Personae PYrontus A young Lord. Philocles His Friend Bassanes A young Lord. Marullus His Friend Phoebianus Pyrontus his younger Brother called also Caralinda Hannibal A banisht Italian Captain Cacala A young fellow his man Publius Ovidius Naso Dacus A Getick Captain Clorina Bassanes his Bride Armelina Her Sister Cypassis A Bawd Spinella Her Daughter a Courtezan of Tomos Floretta A Roman Courtezan Maskers A Spectre Servants The Scene Tomos a Citie in Pontus PUBLIVS OVIDIVS NASO EQVES ROMANUS-POETARUM INGENIOSISSIMUS The sweet-tongd Ovid's Counterfeit behold Which Noblest Romans wore in rings of gold Or would you that which his owne pensil drew The Poet in his dâ—…thless Poems view The Tragedy OF OVID Actns primi Sena prima Enter Pyrontus furiously intending to fall upon his sword and Phylocles after him who with his foot strikes it away Pyrontus UNcivil man begon before my rage Increases above my troubled patience And 〈◊〉 for this unâ—…mely Courtesy Make thee to harbinger my Soul in death Phylocles Alas My Lord why will you take away The noblest Life that ever honour'd Pontus I pray you think upon 't Pyron I am resolv'd Nor 〈◊〉 I live to see Clorina made A wife to any man besides my self Phylo. Ah! who would not run mad and tear his haire And weep until his eye-ballâ—… did dissolve To see the bravest man of all this Land So passionate And for a scornful Lady Pyron Kill me Phylocles Thou wilt do a deed The gods will love thee for for I am One Full of those things that virtuous Souls abhorre Else sure Clorina would not use me thus Philo. To my own death to do you real Service You may command me readily my Lord But to entice me to advance my hand Against your Life Great â—…ove and all the gods Whom we do reverence and fear forbid Pyron Phylocles dost thou love me Phylo. You know my Lord I do above my Life In our late wars when we did aid our Friends The fortunate Romaâ—… I attended you And when your Horse's Fall left you a Prey Unto the barbarous Cruelty of the 〈◊〉 I careless of my life ran to your Aide And brought you â—…ff through many of their deathâ—… Command me any thing so you except Your noble Life and I will do it freely Pyron As well except you will not stirre a foot To do your friend the greatest favour for him Which with an ease so easy as is walking You may perform Phylo. What would you have me do Pyron Begon my Phylocles Is this a day For me to honour with my Life wherein Clorina slâ—…ghting all my years of service Which I have paid to her with as great fâ—…vour As any of our Priests adore the gods Will give away her self unto Bassanes Away my Friend and let me dye Phylo. My Lord I will obey you on condition That I may find you as I leave you safe And till I see you next untouch't and living I have some hope I may bring comfort with me Calm all these passions and create a Joy That may occasion triumphs in your heart Pyron Go then my friend and prosper but be sure Thou dost not trisse with me Thou well knowâ—… The nature of Pyrontus is a verse To suffering of abuses Phylo. I am gon With hope to bring you comfort speedily Exit Pyron False Tyrant Love I would I had thee here With thy own bow I de shoot such passions in thee As should be over strong for thee to bear Fond Boy I de make thee doat on chaste Diana And pluck thy Golden Feathers from thy Wingâ—… To write with them Repentance to the world Which of the Fatall Sisters did provoke Thee caâ—…eless of mans happines to do Those bloody deeds which thou art famous for O that I knew her I And when I am dead I de pass the dreadful Waves of Phlegeton But I would find her and destroy her too Upâ—…n Ixâ—…on ' wheele I de torture her Till with her balefull Cries she did awake The Porter Corberus from his drowsy den Then would I gâ—…ve her body unto him And he should eat it and she be forgot But cruel Love hadst thou bin â—…ind to me And equal sire 〈◊〉 in Clorina's breast Noâ—… only in 〈◊〉 but throughout a 〈◊〉 Pontus I would have raised Altars to thy praise Where night and day whilst 〈◊〉 makes Night and day I would have had such Anthems carrol'd to thee â—…y happy Lovers that eternal Iove Should have wished himself to have been the god of love Enter Ovid Phylocles and Armelina Phylo. My Lord the beautious Lady 〈◊〉 Attended by the Poets â—…ilory Ovid By the â—…treaty of the excellent Bride 〈◊〉 come to woâ—…e you to your 〈◊〉 Pyron T is a miraculous kindness that thâ—… fair Clorina on this solemn â—…ay affords me Had she but pleasâ—…d t' have been so merciful In former times I had not drooped thus Now all the City Tomos layes aside Neglected â—…are and puts on Jollity Madam what is the pleasure of my Deity And â—…hou sull Soul of poetry sweet Ovid What unimmagin'd harmony of Comfort Bring you unto me Armel My Lord if that my sister Still doth retain the east of power over you By me she doth entreat you to continue Among the living â—…y
Thou hast broke Thy Innocent Ladies heart with usages More horrid then a Scythian ever practis'd Therefore unless you will die basely draw Bassa You are a glorious Talker sine young man But I shall presently allay your pride And the fond confidence you seem to have In your own valour Phoebia Let us try your skill Bassa Y 'ave sought your ruine by provoking me Phoebia So Have you yet enough Bassa Oh! you have slain me I have receiv'd so home a thrust I dye Without another word Bassanes dies Enter Marullus Phoebia Marullus in an equal Duel I Have kill'd your friend The Gods did guide my Sword Justice was on my side He slew my Brother And I in Roman honor could do no less And to preserve my Reputation clear Among the Getes my Countrymen then to Fight fairly with him Mar. My mind mis-gave me some disastrous Fate Would overtake him for so foul a murther Though I am griev'd at his sad death I 'm glad You are my Lord return'd so safely home Phoebia You 'l see his body convey'd unto hi house Mar. I shall not fail Phoebia The Gods preserve you Mar. Farewell brave Phoebianus Phoebia Friend Philocles Calls aloud Phil. I 'm at your service here Phoebia Stay and I 'le come to you Exit Mar. Draw near you that his servants are and bear Enter Servants This sad Lord to his Palace Exeunt Scaena Quinta Enter Captain Dacus Cacala Cypassis Floretta and Spinella Cypas. It was a lamentable Spectacle We met withall as we came hither Dacus An usual one a dead man We Souldiers smile upon a thousand such Cypas. Bassanes was an extraordinary person Dacus Caesars and Lords must die Caca. You talk of trifles The story I related you Of my Master Captain Hannibal's being took away with Devils Deserves to be call'd terrible indeed Hell broke loose on him Devils and Devils-Dams Seiz'd both upon him He would fain have hung An arse but no resistance could prevail Away they hurried him and left me in So great a fear I know not how I came home Flor. Thou hast told us too much of this already And too often Caca. 'T will never out of my Memory Flor. Nor from thy tongue I fear Caca. Oh fear the Gods Mistress Floretta fear them Take heed the Devils show you not such a Trick Turn virtuous pretty One and marry me For I do love thee above woman-kind Show thy self therefore to me a kind woman Flor. Though I am sorry my Hannibal is perish'd so I cannot call him back And must some care Take of my self And therefore Cacala I 'le be thy wife All his remaining Goods Are ours Caca. And I have something too to trust to In my own Country Cypas. Here 's a Match soon made up Flor. We will return to Rome Caca. With all my heart Dacus And will my fair Spinella prove as kind Spinel Now Lord Bassanes is dead I am content To receive Captain Dacus for my Husband Mother I hope of your allowance to it Cypas. And you shall have it The gods grant you joy Dacus My Mother Cypassis now indeed Cypas. You knew her Father He was your Countryman And a fine Gentleman when he in Rome Did marry me I else should never have been Content t' have liv'd in so remote a Province Though his good nature and many losses at Sea Melted a way most of his Land we have Silver and Gold enough to make you live In plenty Dacus Mother I kiss your reverent hand In gratitude What my own means may prove Deficient in my valour shall supply Spin. We 'l have no fighting nor any quarrelling I am for Peace Love hates the noise of War Dacus You are too timorous grow as affectionate For thus I print my Soul upon thy lips Caca. Let us go home send for a Priest of Hymens And presently each Couple on 's be married Omnes Agreed agreed Caca. I dare not lye alone to night for fear My Captain or his Friends should give me a visit Spinel Was Hannibal a Gentleman by birth Dacus My pretty One Brave Hannibal the famous Carthaginian Who march'd like Mars even to the walls of Rome And fought against that Senate for the worlds Empire In one of 's Winter-Quarters at Salapia Obtain'd th' affection of a Beautiful Lady Call'd Issidora And from them he was Descended lineally as he lately told me Spinel And is now Descended to the Devil we have heard how Exeunt omnes Scaena Sexta Enter Ovid Phoebianus Philocles Armelina and Servants Phoebia My Father on his death-bed did enjoyn me For Educations sake to stay so long You grace me excellent Armelina much After so long a Tryal to receive me Arme. I nothing have worthy your acceptation But my reciprocal return of Love Phoebia I kiss your hand for so immense a bounty But why my fairest would you never honor My many Letters with one single answer Arme. I durst not fearing among the Roman Ladies You might have made a second choice and then Have left me blasted in my Reputation Phoebia I was too true and you was too severe Arme. But wherefore came you so disguis'd and why From me would you conceal your self Phoebia 'T is reasonable that I should satissie you Just upon my departure out of Italy My Curiosity led me to Trasullus One of the chief Astrologers of these times And happy in fore-telling future fortunes I made Friends to him and receiv'd these verses Return disguis'd in Womans Cloaths and you The Murtherer of your Friend shall pay his due Obtain your Mistress to become your Bride And with her gain a world of wealth beside Ovid. Bassanes his death and fair Clorinas's wealth You being her Heir added to your great Portion Confirm for truth the Sooth-sayers Prediction Arme. And I again must thank you for so bravely Revenging on Bassanes his soul Cruelties But why my Phoebianus would you not Disclose your self to me Phoebia You are my Country-woman And I fear'd So doing I should have broken my Injunctions But now divinest Lady when shall I Be made so happy by your gracious self As to receive you for my Bride Arme. As soon As I can give some stint unto my tears After my Sisters Obsequies are past Philo. Pray listen What noise is that without I think I hear an horn and 't is some Post. Enter a Post. Phoebia From whence my friend come you Post. From Rome Phylo. What news Post. I 've Letters for the famous Poet Ovid Ovid. Deliver them I 'm that unfortunate man Ovid breaks open his Letters and reads I am undone for ever No more hope For my return must ever flatter me My Wife writes to me she hath us'd the utmost Of her endeavour assisted by the chiefest Of both our Friends and of most power with Casar For my Repeal or but at least Removal To a more temperate Clime and that th' are both Refus'd her and she enjoyn'd perpetual silence In my behalf Besides my Friend Graecinus A Roman of high note hath writ me word The gracious Princess Julia our great Empress And my best friend is in Trimerus dead One of these News were much too much to strike My poor and crazy body into my grave But joyning both their poysonous stings together I needs must to the world this truth impart That Ovid dies here of a broken heart Dies Phil. It was too sad a truth his last breath did Express for he alas is dead indeed Arme. Death is too prodigal of his Tragedies In this small City I must spare from my Clorina's Fate one shower of tears to shed Upon his Grave Phil. Not only we but all the Getick Nation Were worse then barbarous paid we not that duty To Excellent Ovid's infelicious end Arme. He was a most accomplish'd Gentleman A person asfable and sweet-condition'd And of the Roman Poets the most ingenious Phil. He was in Italy at Sulmo born A pleasant City within the Territory Of the Peligni and descended of The Ancient Family of the Nasones Who had preserv'd the Dignity of Roman Knights from the first Original of that Order I' th' Astatick wars he under Varro Had eminent Command and well discharg'd it Who now alas after seven years Exilement Hopeless of a Repeal hath breath'd his last Arme. Take up his Noble Body and bear it gently To his own house we all will wait on it thither Phoebia I 'le have a stately Monument erected Without our City-walls near the chief Gate To his fair Memory to declare the gratitude Of Tomos to him for the Honour it Receiv'd by his so long abode among us Inclos'd in which within a Marble-urn Curiously wrought his ashes shall for ever Remain in peace An endless grace to Pontus Phil. No Poet ever did more glory contribute Unto the Latin Language then his Pen. The Soul of Poetry feels a Convulsion By his Decrease He no superiour knew In that sweet Art and was great Virgils Equal His works have an Eternity stamp'd on them Do far exceed the Consul Cicero's verses And all the lines sacred Augustus ever Writ in a numerous strain All the fine Poems The Darling of the People the Facetious And valiant Prince Caesar Germanicus Hath publish'd with applause and all such things Though writ by hands that were the spoils of Kings Ovids Body being removed Exeunt omnes THE EPILOGUE NOble and generous Spectators stay A word at Parting and then go your way Our Author is stoln hence in mighty hast Because he thought the House was overcast With Clouds on every Brow and was in dread A storm would else have faln upon his head I am his friend left purposely behind T' inform him how his Fate proves harsh or kind Beseech you Ladies smile Their general Frown Portends the Men will hiss our Tragedy down Command them clap their hands for it is strange If men forbear when women bid them clap I thank you Ladies thank you Gentlemen To morrow you may be welcom here agen FINIS