bad declare What our intentions whom and whence we were We answerd Mighty Caesar we were come To claim obedience to the Roman yoke The haughty King deny'd and stoutly stood In bold desiance Long was the dreadful sight and doubtful too Till at the length thy souldiers won the day And forc't their stubborn King in spight obey From thence great King we fteer'd to Britains shore Where we were entertain'd as was of old Our famous Iulius with a dreadful noise Of hiddeous outcries thieeks and yellings out To fright our Souldiers while themselves made good Their craggy Clifts with loss of Brittish blood Thrice were we beaten of and thrice again Recover'd footing yet still great King were forc'd To give them ground till thy Vespatian cry'd Fight fight on your honour lives and Casars side For mighty Casar fight Hadst thou but seen great King thy Captains then And Roman Lords come bleeding on again Repulse the Foe and bravely win the shore Maintain the On sent stillm tho still oppos'd Till Chariot waves were drown'd in Brittish blood There hadst thou seen their ranks with fury broke and them subjected to thy sole command This Mighty Caesar is the brief of all Since thy Commission made me General Nero. Blest he the gods Vespatian and be thou Blest in the favour of our gracious Brow And now again thrice welcom worthy Roman Thy valor shall be crown'd with full reward Of fair preferment worthy thy deserts We therefore here create thee General Of all Indea and the Holy Land O my Vespatian I can tell the stories Will spurte thee on in fury to revenge But nowi no more of that We will to triumph for our victories That done set ope the Gates of Ianus wide Exeunt omnes That bloody war may quel Judea's pride ACT. I. SCAEN II. Enter Lord JEHOCHANAN and Lord SKIMEON Skim IS the News certain that Agrippa's fled Iehoe Most certain and to Caesar for relief Skim Tush let the venom burst I dare the worst of fates extremity Death entertain'd with fear more terrifies The frighted soul then doth the fatal blow Let Pidgeon-liver'd slaves be tormented thus I 'le meet it smiling with as bold aspect As e're I met the braving enemy Iehoc. How full of hidden Ambiguities Grow these distracterd times The factious Commons giddy censure stand So strange and doubful that 't were policy indeed To sound 'um to the bottom Skim To be a crouching crawling fawning Cur To lick the lazy bands of prating Priests With protestations of integrity Devoted whole to them With true compuction of unfeigned grief Submissively to crave their gracious pardon To paw the ragged multitude with praise Of their ingenous care and servant love For preservation of the Common-wealth To promise fair rewards to froward fools Perhaps with durtie feet to mire with fawnings And then be beaten with the shameful staffe Of foul Reproach To do all this were to be born a fool To live a slave and dye a coward Death I will stand between the counterbuffs Of these devouring storms in spight of Hell Nor Priest nor Pesant shall inforce me stoop An inch to either as I have liv'd I 'le fall Or freed from both or rent up root and all Iehoc. Or banishment or death we must expect Hast thou not seen the ragged multitude Whose stupid brains are ftust with nothing else But their mechanick skill whose highest strain Of Cunning is to get some musty meat TO feed the hungry maw or ragged clothes TO cover nakednesse proclaim us bloody tyrants These are they Whose strange distractions guided by the voice Of two or three proclaim a traytors death Now save him strait and now nor save nor kill Nor yet release him such their frantick will Skim The doting Priests believe um too Death and the Devil woo'd it noâ— vex one's very soul TO be arraign'd by these In what a hodge podge of confusion Live Iewry now Must the rough sword of War Be guided by the rusty hand of Peace TO strike but when where and whom she please Must we whose noble actions have deserv'd Our place of Government by countermand Of babling Priests be taught our lessons how And when and where and what and why to do Have our unspotted same traduc't by men Of vulgar note by painted Butterflyes That buz the common rumours of the time And know not why Death I could burst with rage Iehoc. And I with laughter to behold the State And kingdom rul'd by a Mecanick pate Enter Lord Eleazer musted Skim See where 's the prologue to the bloody Scoente Iehoc. Lord Eleazer mufled Eleaz. Good morrow to you both Skim The like retor'd from both to Eleazer My Lord this outward guise of face and gesture May seen to speak some inward discontent Elea. Nay more then seems my friends for seems are show But mine is substance would it were not so Iehoc. We will be sharers then my Eleazer Eleaz. Nay must Iehochanan and deep ones too So deep I fear your patience will not bear it Skim It mus be deeper than destruction then What e're it be uâ—bosome it Eleaz. You are betray'd There 's strict inquirie made to apprehend ye The City Gates are barr'd and strait commands On pain of death that no man dare to stand In opposition Skim We did expect no less Elea. Occasions of importance call me hence Nor woo'd I be discovered in your company What the event will be I know not yet But fear your lives are aim'd at A fitter time shall give a fairer scope To my dicourse and counsel So sare ye well Exit Elea. Iehoc. Our love and thanks go with thee Skim How think'st thou now Iehochanan Stand'st thou amaz'd why didst not thou expect The fatal blow Ieho Skimeon I dids nor do I sear to know What I have heard the Message unto me Is but a tale twice told whose second part Was told by him the first by mine own heart Vnto a soul whose unprepared mind Dreams not of danger when afflictions come How terrible the yleok the sudden chance O're whelms the frame of Nature with distraction But to a man whose resolution stands Vnmov'd 'twixt floods of danger and despair Whose sturdy stomack beats the Billows off With Arms of constancy when every thought Proves traitor to the brest that gave it life To him no mischief fate can strive to do But boldly is embrac't and scorn'd at too And such am I. Skim I do embrace thee and with aqual courage Stand arm'd for all even'ts Enter Officers or apprehend them Officer By the High Priests sacred power and stict command We apprehend ye both as traytors to the State of Iewry Ieho We do obey Know'st thou where L Aeleazer is They deliver their weapons Offic. We met him even now hard by the Synagogue Skim Befriend us with a Messehger that may Intreat him come and speak with us we shall Reward you for your pains Offic. It shall be done my Lord. Exeunt Enter Eleazer
impos'd Vpon this injur'd Nation What loads of sorrows have been laid upon Our weary loins and yet O heavens to see M. O Heavenâ— With what strange patience and humility We have endur'd it Are not your Kings depos'd your freedoms lost Your Laws transacted and your goods despoil'd Your Wives abus'd your children massacred Your Rulers banisht and your selves become A scorn to all posterity Will ye be asses still and bear this heavy load Will ye be slaves for ever Can there be At least a thought of such stupidity M. How 's that how 's that a calls us slaves and asses Down with him Captain down with him Cap. Hold hold I say my ragged rusticks For his Emphasis will bear it M. His Emphasis bear it his Emphasis's an ass We scorn to bear it down with him I say down with him Cap. Now by the might of my omnipotence he that dares strike a blow a sahll feel the fury of mine indignation Elea. And now dear Countrey-men behold the man Your Priest your Prophet and your Soveraign An. Dar'st thou to boast in thy impiety Skim If ye be free-men let me hear ye cry Lord Eleazer Life and Liberty All M. A Free-man a Free-man a Freeman down with old gray beard down with gray beard Go. Curse on that wicked hand that dares a blow against that sacred head let it be seiz'd with death by a Divine revenge Or let it ever be A withered member of impiety But if the wicked fury must have vent Vpon my knees I beg let it be poured out Vpon this head of mine O Eleazer canst thou look upon the great afflictions of this good old man And not be drownd in tears of penitence Behold the torrent of his grief is such A has not power to express his misery A has no eyes to weep no tongue to speak No sence to comfort but a heart to break Elea. There 's something in this old enchanters tongue that will beguile me peace I will hear no more Go. Then mayst thou ne're be heard of heaven Behold the highest strain of misery old Gorion begs even of his enemy Elea. Peace impotent fool I say I will hear no more Go. Then thou must stop thine ear for I must speak Elea. Come Souldiers let 's away hear not the babler speak M. No no no wee 'l hear no impudent old men Cap. March on my man of mettle we will follow thee through thick and thin up ro rhe chin In blood my bonny buntings Exeunt omnes but high Priest and Gorion Go. Heaven give thee strength to bear this misery An. In what a labyrinth of wretchedness Dwells this forsaken City how the streets Swarm with the sons of death the sons of death 1 O may that name of son for ever dye And yet nought but the Name the wretched Name Long my the Substance live the Substance why What is the Substance If the Name be foul Farewel the rest for ever And yer methinks it were too short a time to take so long a leave Stay then what is the Substance the Substonce is my son Agen my son I le say it is my self My very self divided from my self And then methinks 't is wondrous strange to see And yet 't is wondrous true my self to be A butcher to my self And then if it be so Why do I blame a Son was it not I. that gave him shape and life his faculties Of will and reason to do well or ill are from above Had a been born a beast a had been free From such unheard-of cursed crueltie Go. How strongly Nature works ere it can part With that it woo'de effect An. O Eleazer if thou wert not mine I could be happy in my misery Thou art a villain yet thou art my son My son and yet a villain there 's a word Able to make a Fathers heart-strings crack Go. No more good man An. Strange actions I have heard have sometimes wrought strange alterations Were it not strange to see the Sun go back Or borrow light of the unconstant Moon Were it not strange to see the Cedar bend And do his homage to the lowly shrub Or to behold the stately Lion crouch And stand in fear of the dejected Lamb If none of these may yet seem strange behold A thing more strange the head must serve the heel The Villain Son must stand the Father kneel O Gorion if one spark of love be left In that ingrateful breast or if there be At least one dram of goodness yet remaining this act will penetrate his erring soul Startle his Conscience and amaze the will Affright the judgement and divert the plot the bloody plot O! I am lost with grief And do I know not what And yet it must be done Come go with me I say for I will kneel Go. Heaven send thee comfort in this extasie Exeunt Enter a Carter with his whip at one door whistling and the Lady Miriams man Peter at another Peter What brother â—ennel what a mutren mak'st thou here Nay nay nay I prethee leave thy whewing and tell me what thou mak'st here * apart no! I 'le hold a groat I 'le make ye leave anon why firrah if thou didst but behold what a pittiful pernicious face thou mak'st with whistling thou wouldst take up stones and throw at it Pen. Take heed thou dost not whistle Peter P. O. I thought I should put ye out a tune Pet. Why prethee Pen. I can hardly endure thy face without it If thou shouldst whistle thou wert utterly undone I should never for bear throwing at it Pet. Well contorted efaith boy Ped. Nay I can tell ye Peter for wit and understanding I am not regenerate as they say for my Father had as much knowledge as any man of his understanding in the town I woos Pet. Well well well I have nothing to do with knowledge and understanding Pen. The thou' rt a â—ool Peter Pet. I am won of your making then and indeed it may well be for they say won fool makes many I think I was even w' ye there for the fool Pen. Excellent good efaith Peter Pet. Nay I can tell ye I had a Father too well well I know what I know but all 's one for 〈◊〉 um um But I prethee boy tell me tell me what mak'st thou here Pen. whistles By this hand if thou wilâ—hor leave whistling I le throw stones Pen. Why canst not thou tell what I make here Pet. Not I as I am a Gentleman Pen. Why thou hearst I make musick bully Pet. Musick with a pox prethee leave making Musick and make me an answer Pen. Marry then I will tell thee what I make here I am come to follow the wars my boy They say the new Captains entertain all comers And I am all on fire to be at it O methinks I could so pepper thee now Pet. Oh oh prethee hold or else I shall need to be salted too But efaith boy art in earnest if thou beest
Death shall we dye like Dogs 2 Cap. No in despight of hunger we will dye like men Draws takes the weapon Here take this weapon and despatch me first 1. Cap. Stay swear to be constant in the brave performance 2 Cap. I do do thou the like Kisses the Sword 1 Cap. I vow the same we are agreed And now in honour to our brave farewel Wee 'l kill our Captain first 2 Cap. Content let 's call him out 1 Cap. What ho Ioseph come forth prepare thy self to dye Ioseph comes out with his weapon drawn Jo. Are we discovered 2 Cap. Yes hunger has spy'd us in her grannamâ— den And sent her Sister Famine to devour us Jos What means this mad Discourse 1 Cap. Know brave Commander we have cal'd thee out To lead thy Souldiers in the march of death As thou hast liv'd so thou shalt bravely dye thou art the Prologue to our tragedy We mean to kill thee therefore prepare thy self Ios Villains ye dare nor 1 Cap. Dare not Offers a thrust at him Ios Hold ask counsel first of Heaven tel me then Which of your bold rebellious tongues dare speak So fowl a word O ye wretched fools Where is that better part of man become whose nobler Nature hunger cannot touch that can endure to feel the Carcase pine Yet scorn to yeild till by a power Divine It 's summon'd to obey Lo where 's your valour now Lives it within this wretched lump of earth Or is it seated in the sacred soul O Heavens have we power to make the most despised creature breathing here And shall our daring hands presume to take Away the noblest For shame remember 1 Cap. No more by heaven we will endure no longer Thinkst thou with words to alter our intent Come prepare thy self for we have sworn Ioseph Hold I do consent But let me crave a little time of truce To make my peace with Heaven 2 Cap. We grant it thee Jo. prays apart Io. I am resolv'd to dye But ere I do receive the fatal blow I do command ye by the sacred tye Of solemn Oaths to grant me one request 1 Cap. Except thy life and ours we yeild to any thing Io. I do embrace your offer Here swear on your Honours to perform what I command Cap. We swear to do it They swear upon his Sword Io. Since then our dying minutes do depend upon each others fatal Execution to free each person from the bloody guilt Of wilful slaughter I ordain by lots Each man receive his death the manner shall be this Our number in the Cave is forty just We will unite our selves by two and two then cast by lots which couple shall dye first the couple first to dye shall likewise cast Which of them two shall kill his fellow then He that remaineth shall make choice of one Of the next lot to take his life away This done each may in order fairly dye Without the guilt of wilful butchery 1 Cap. We like thy counsel well make thou the lots And let us to the Execution they enter the cave Enter Nicanor and Valerio Ni. This search is endless which way now Valerio Va. Faith even to bed I think Ni. Into what secret angle of the earth Is this distressed Iew retired Va. Hee 's not above ground sure or if a be Hee 's metamorphosed to some other shape Groan in the Cave Ni. Hark what noise was that Va. Your fancy sure I heard no noise Ni. Prethee be still and listen Hark Groan agen I hear it now let us go forward and enquire the cause Ni. Which way came it Va. That way Ni. Let us go soft and listen They go soft along and Exeunt Enter Ioseph and his follow with weapons Cap. Why dost thou lead me out Io. To kill thee if thou make resistance thoufool Canst thou beleeve that Ioseph means to dye Without his makers leave Curst be that hand that dares be listed up Against the power that made it Even by that sacred power whose awful name I dare not utter t is not I fear to dye But to offend so great a Majesty Cap. Tush I will not hear thee prepare thy self to fight I am resolvd to dye Io. Be wise thou wretched man and do not fool thy life away remember who I am that hath preserv'd thee in the lot with me Beware thou tempt me not too far If thou resist me by all that 's good I vow to kill thee and preserve my self Cap. Thou hast prevaild do with me what thou wilt Io. Retire we then into the Cave agen left we be discovered They enter the Cave Enter Valerio and Nicanor agen following Ni. By this light I le follow thhee no further Va. Prethee be patient le ts search this vale And on a Romans word we will retire Didst thou not hear it since Ni. No or if I did I woo'd not tell thee so For fear we amble out another night But sure I am we are not far remote From whence we heard it first Va. There 's surely some enchantment in this place I will enquire the cause What ere thou art that in this shady grove Do'st shroud thy self from sight whose dismal voice Declares the story of some sad distress Be thou infernal feind confined here To dwell in darkness for a thousand year Or be thou some sad soul enforc't to dwell Within this place till thou return to hell Or be thou Goblin Fairy Elf or Hag Or Witch in shape wolf that lov'st to drag Poor infants to the den what ere thou be If thou have power to speak I charge thee answer me Speaks in the Cave Jo. If thou wilt tye thy self by solemn vow Not to discover me I will declare Both who and where I am Ni. Art thou there old boy Val. Tye me to any thing but that and I will grant it thee And swear to doo 't Jo. Art thou a Roman Va. I am Io. Swear then to bring me safe unto Vespatian Va. By all the gods I will Io. Tell me thy name Va. Valerio Io. Make now a Covenant 'twixt thy self and me That what thou hast protested may appear Vnder thine hand and seal Write that thou wilt conduct both me and mine In safety to thy Lord Vespatian Writes and reaches it to him on the end of his Lance and thâ—n Io. and the Capt. comes out Va. To give thee satisfaction I will doo 't Where art thou now Opens the Cave Io. Here. Doo'st thou not know me Roman Va. Art thou that brave Commander of the Iews Whose Martial Prowess Rome doth so admire Ios Lo I am he brave Roman that have stood The furious shock of my distressed fate Behold me now and whilst thou lookst upon This lump of earth captivd to thee and Rome Know then that Ioseph dares but cannot dye Our sacred Law forbids such cruelty Va. By all the tyes of a true Roman word Thou art nobly welcome Ni. Welcome to us both Io. To both my equal thanks N.
how nakedly it looketh Without thy presence Hark how thy captive people mourn With heavy moaning and grevious groaning For thy being absent And for the heathens scorn Because thy people are by thee forlorn See those tapers which once enflam'd those vapours Of our sweet Peace See those places where we once injoy'd those graces Which now do cease O See the Altar whereas we Enjoy'd those blisses With heavenly kisses From thy free love And from thy Clemency Whilst we did sing to thee mellodiously Exeunt Quir. H. P. leave us to our Devotion Enter Za. he bowes to the high Priest and declares by sigâ—s his sons submission he lifts up his hands in token of Thankfulness and weeps H. P. Thou comst with happie news go call him in Calls him Enter Eleazer and kneels E. Ah my much wronged Father An. This is beyond my hopes stand up young man Heaven give thee pardon for thy great offence Where are thy confederates E. I would not be o're heard A. Dismiss the guard there we would be private E. My Lord I have a secret to disclose Za. looks if none be coming in Of such importance that I fear A. I will not be disturb'd what ere it be For heavens love let me ha'te Za. Thou hast thine own desire Stabs him A. O Eleazer Za. T is done E. T is bravely done I will reward the Zareck Z. Tush I am happie in the fine exploit E. Now for the crafty close puts the dagger into his hand Conveigh this instrument into his hand Be brief be brief then it may be suppos'd A did this bloody act upon himself Exeunt Enter his Atten. and Guard Atten. My Lord ha Murder'd Curse on that wretched hand that did it But see O see a gripes the dagger fast That gave the wound I am amaz'd And know not what to think Come let us bear him hence Exeunt CHORVS Horror confusion hunger plague and Death Have seiz'd our Sacred streets my fainting breath Fails me to give the sad relation Of sad Judea's desolation Suppose the famine now to grow extream Within the City walls The hungry dream Of food but tast it not a Cab is sold Of noisom dung for thrice the weight in Gold A bloody Sword hangs blazing in the Sky A Strange and uncouth voice was heard to cry Come let 's away from hence the Iron gate Ope's of it self to let in Jewries fate To tell ye more my aking heart would break The sad Catastrophe let action speak Enter L. Jehochanan The famine is extream And will be guile us of our lives and honors Enter Chorus Musick and the Lady Miriam Sings In her Chamber Hark hark give ear a while and listen when the Musick has plaid a while she Sings The Song Weep O weep mine eyes a flood of tears Break O break my heart with endless feares Fly hence fly hence my soul from such sad grief Then weeping sing and singing weep to see Such pretious comfort in thy misery Ie. This is the Lady Miriam Shee 's rich shee 's rich exceeding rich And may perhaps have some provision left I 'le in and rifle her She drawes her window Curten La. Ay me the Lord Iehocanan I fear some violence Knockâ— Pet. Who knocks there La. keep fast the door Knocks again Ie. Ope the door Sirrah or I le break it ope Pet. Marry Sir and I le break your pate then Breaks ope the door and goes in Enter Peter with head broke Wars or not wars allâ— one for that For honor will find me out I see I am not so good as my word hee 's better than his For he has broke the door and my pate too But I 'le in and save my Lady from ravishing What ere comes on 't If I take him at it I 'le so pepper him Exit Enter Iehochanan with a wallet dragging The Lady by the hair and her little Son following weeping Boy Now good my Lord even on my knees I beg Vse not my mother so unkindly Ie. Peace brawling brat Confess confess I say I know this is not all Thou hast conceal'd thy best provision La. If there be truth in heaven I have no more Ah gentle Sir for pitie take not all Leave me one loaf to keep my little one Ie. Not a bit bold begger Exit Boy Good mother weep no more Exit Lady weeping Enter Peter My Lady has sent me to get wormes But the wormes are more liker for to get me Marry I think if they had me and could speak They 'd curse the Cook that sent u'm such a break-fast For I am so impenirrable for want of moisture They had better Seize upon a starv'd Vserer by far Enter Zaruck I have observ'd of late a seeming show Of some distempers in Lord Eleazer His lookes are wild and stareing something sure Does strangely trouble him Pe. That 's the Captains man that broke my pate And rob'd my Lady now is he studying Whose throat he shall cut next I 'de best be gone I 'me pestilence affraid of him Za. â—erchance the murder of his Father troubles him P. A talkes of murder already Za. If it be so I hope 't will make him mad Trembles And I shall be reveng'd What followes that P. A has spi'd mee I must stand too 't now Za. What art thou Pet. What am I Why I am hungry very hungry So hungry that I could eat my flesh If I had any flesh to eat Za. You are very pleasant Sir Does the musick of the time cause your wits to daunce P. Ye say right Sir If any part of me daunce it is my brains for they are alwayes in action my legs are far enough from 't I me sure Za. Whither art thou going P. No wither ye see I stand still I think your wits are daunc't out of your head Za. Whither wert thou going P. The man 's mad sure why hither was I not Za. Excellent Ifaith wither wilt thou go P. Marry they were wise could tell that I will go whither my legs will carry me Marry how far that is I cannot tell For I am altogether for the Carriers pace I can neither amble nor trot now Za. How accurately the knave answers T is hunger sure has made his wits so nimble P. Ye 're in the right Sir For a spare diet saies your Philosopher Makes a man fit for study But sure a meant to get more vittails Za. Better and better fellow what 's thy business P. What a question 's that now Why look on my Pâ—isâ—o my and read it there Za I' st written in thy fore-head knave P. No but 't is written a both sides my face Z. Extremity of hunger sure has made him mad P. No no no Sir No such matter Why hark ye Sir hark ye don't you know me Za. Not I by this Light P. I cannot much blame ye for I hardly know my self But if I had ne're known your Lord ye might a knowen me better Za. Sure that fellow was born with
the skirmish Ni. My Lord Ni. My Lord what nothing â—ut â—â—y Lord Souns must I dance attendance on your answer Strikes him Now sir what my Lord Ni. Souns what d' ye strike me Va. Fye fye vilely spoken very vilely spoken Ask his Lordship why a strikes Why this â—avours of too much arrogance and woo'd incense him beyond measure Ye should rather have said My Lord I am sorry I have trespast on your patience Or I crave your Lordships pardon for my duâ—â—ess Or the like Ni. Pox a patience and your Lordship too Why did ye strike me so hard Val. Out upon 't worse and worse by this light Limit his Lordship how hard to strike Why this were to tell his Lordship what to do How to command and where to punish this woo'd not be endur'd Ni. I prethee leave thy jesting Or by this light I shall fall out in earnest and let your Lordship know I am displeased Val. Well I have done but prethee canst thou tell the cause of this distemper For in himself what e're hath alter'd him He is a Captain of as mild a nature As brave Command and of as sweet converse as Rome hath ever bred Ni. Faith I am ignorant nor can I judge the cause But Val. Peace the General Enter Titus Ti. Valerio Val. My Lord Ti. Come hither nearer yet nearer nearer yet I say Souns must I trumpet my Oration Or dost thou think my throat 's an Organ-pipe There has been lately a great out-rage done within the Camp know you ought of it Val. Not I my Lord. Ti. Take heed I trap thee not upon thy life take heed By Heaven if I do I say agen there has been lately acted A most inhumane murder on the Jews the Captive Jews that fled to us for mercy Know'st thou ought yet V. My Lord I know not ought nor ought have ever heard of this inhumane act Ti. Nor you why dost not speak speak I say Death if I ask agen Ni. My Lord Nor I. Ti. Nor I what nor I Death are ye so sparing of your speech sir Take heed I do not frame an answer for thee By Heaven if I do 't will cost thee dear the penning Ni. My gracious Lord Ti. Comma Ni. I am Ti. Comma Ni. Altogether Ti. Colon. Ni. Ignorant Ti. Period Troth I believe thee Ni. Of this proceeding Ti. What 's all this put together now Ni. My Lord Ti. My contumelious Coxcomb Why was not this mishapen answer given without distraction If thy soul be clear Why did thy guilty looks proclaim thee evil Why didst thou vail the face of honesty and innocence within the mask of fear Thou wert begotten sure in some distraction When Nature was disturb'd to get a man Go get thee hence and get more Faith but yet look to 't look to 't I say for if I find thee guilty thy life shall pay the ransome of thy sin Go get thee hence stay read that going away He reads and read it out A Catalogue of the Massacre of the Captive Jews who fled to us for mercy Vnder Valerio's Squadron four hundred Vnder Nicanor's five hundred Murdred out of the camp and ript for their Jewels VVhich they had swallowed for fear of rifling eleven hundred The whole number amounting to two thousand Ni. This is strange my Lord. Gives him the Paper Ti. Yes 't is wondrous strange that we Whose Princely-Valour Power and Clemency the world admires should be so foul abus'd Abus'd by you by you I say abus'd And say 't agen Death if tâ—were not so who durst attempt attempt durst think to do An act so foul so most inhumane Have we not given the sole command to you and you to do what you think fit And must we have our Honor now traduc't Trampled and trod upon through your neglect Must we when we have past our princely word For fair protection have our Subjects snatcht By such discorder from our Princely bosom By heaven this is not well I say it is not Look too 't look too 't I say I hear no more of this For by a Romans honour if I do go to I say look too 't Va. Now by my life but this is wondrous strange Exit Two thousand Jews destroi'd and we not know'â—â— Ni. T is so nor can I blame the General To be distemperd But now the storm is over Let us by strict inquiry search the truth Perchance he may be mis-inform'd and we abus'd Va. Content let us about it Exeunt Enter the Lady Miriam with a knife in her hand How tedious are our daies of miseries And yet how breefe the means to cut them off What multitudes of Wretched dayes and nights In whose each minute the affrighted soul Lives on the wrack of grief and discontent Wâ—â—'d this smal instrument of death dispatch And why do I then VVretched I protract My dayes of misery I' st not enough that I have liv'd to see My parents slain by native crueltie My countrey Sackt and my religion Scorn'd My self forsaken and my stripling live To ask me food and I not food to give Can I have brains to know and wil to do Reason to judge and hands to help me too And still procrastinate my daies of woâ— Doo 't Miriam doo 't I say it must be so Goes to stab her self VVhat i st that barrocadoes back mine arm Nor will nor brain nor heart nor hand are mine All stand subjected to a power divine Tush I am deceived Henceforward I nor God nor good will know Religion is a thing fantasticall And heaven and hell are meer Poeticall Hence coward fear t is thou that dost command Mine arm to slack thou makst my shaking hand Let fall the fatal instrument of death I will no more be subject to thy Law But in a minute Goes to stab her self agen Alas how cruell mercifull am I To free my self from sad calamity And leave my pretty child to suffer more I le kill him first and that once bravely done I le kill the mother that has kild her son Enter boy Now swift occasion tempt us to do evil See where the stripling comes How pretily a looks upon me and must I doest Was ever mother so unatural Shee weeps And yet I must My pretty boy art thou not very sick for want of meat Boy Yes very sick indeed and feeble too So feeble I have much adoe to go La. Had'st thou not rather die then live In this extremity Boy Alas good mother I am loath to die I wood fain live to see you get some food La. would'st therefore live my boy Why thou shalt be my food When I have kill'd thee I will feed on thee Boy Good God forbid such Crueltie I hope you do not mean to kill me mother La. Yes my sweet Lamb look here 's the knife prepar'd Boy Nay then I see I shall be kill'd indeed Alass what have I done what deed so foul To make you so unkinde Weeps Indeed I did not think you
could have been so cruell La. How prettily a talks Boy have I forgotten ought of those respects That duty binds me too Or through forgetfulness Not done that service which you did command Is this the cause O hold pray hold your hand My duty shall observe ye ten times more Kneels Then ever my obedience did before La. How hard a pleads for life the Gentle Phrase Weeps agen Begins to mollifie my cruell breast In what a sad dilemma stands my choise Affection bids me spareâ— affliction strike Nor can I well approve nor yet dislike Of either Something must be done Forgive me heaven for I must kill my Son Boy O I am Kill'd indeed farewell She stabs him La. That well sound 's ill t is done it may be no For still a sturs and sturs but now t is done indeed Come take him up and Quarter him and then Invite the cruell Captain to a feast That they may see a mother eat her Son She takes him up and Exit And kill her self before the feast be done Come take him up I say Enter Eleazer with his sleeves stript up to the Elbowes with two Attendants following I have washt and washt and washt and cannor wash this blood away 〈◊〉 Att. What blood my Lord. Elea. The blood of batts put out thine eyes Doo'st thou not see how red and fresh it lookes T is very not too reaking hot so hot It Scaldes the cunduit pipes of life Fryes all my vitalls into Aetna's flames And makes a bonfire of my burning heart My Spoongy bellows that were wont to blow Cool fannings to my bodies center Are Suffocate with Sulphrous heat no crany left To cool a tortur'd Soul Go fetch me Vulcans bellows they 'l doo 't sure Or if not they I'â—â— force a passage through this house of clay and let in air Att. Lay hands upon him till the fit be past E. These flaming Lampes burn red with fury rage To feel my marrow broil my singed scull Reverberates the fury to my brain And makes me mad All this whole mass of man Is metamorphiâ—'d to confusion Hurry me strait unto the Eolean cave That Boreas may bore me through and through There shall ye see this active torrid Zone Tug for the mastry with the windy King That fire with air and air with fire may burn Till fire and air do into Chaos turn The devil sure 's a rare Doctor of ancient standing too I 'le have him sent for and to bid him welcome a shall break his fast with braines t will be a rare breakfast they are already frying in my scull For to have them cookt in a Kitchin-pan woo'd shew poor and not Suit with his greatness But let the Mercurian messenger make hast they will be fry'd too much else and then all 's not worth a button Hark hark hark how the furies laugh to see me tortur'd See See See where they come from Erebus There 's Megara Alecto there Tisiphone ho ho ho ho that 's not she t is some bastard fury made of Air to cheat my fancy I am abused I le not indur't Can your inky King Cure my black soul my soul I there 's the thing Att. See now the â—it is past How temperate he walks With what a serious eye A views the heaven and then the earth and then Himself with wonder As if heaven and earth VVere there infused See now a starts agen I fear another fit Elea. The soul 's the thing indeed this but a reaking dunghil Stay what i' st made of t is extracted sure From the pure Essence of refined air Puff'd for when the wind is gone Commend me to the Carâ—ion carcass There 's nothing left but meat for mistress maggot Of your Philosophers give me Pythagoras For all the rest are fools meer fools d ee mark me Sir Why may not this same windy soul of mine Make musick in a musty midwife Or in a mouldy bawd O t wood ' do rare in her t woo'd make her mumpe out mischiefs by the dozen Marry of all your beasts I wood not be A post horse Souns then I should be trotted and trotted and trotted to the devil No no no I le no poast horse Enter his Fathers Ghost in white Room room room for the miller Maâ— now I think on t t is as bad to be mil horse For he goes round about and round about goes round his Father And round about Ghost Fool thou art posting to the stage of death Adiew adiew adiew expect thy doom Exit Eleaz. by this light a rare miller Wo ho ho wo ho ho Miller Miller Exit Atten. We must not leave him Exeunt Enter Jehocanan and Simeon upon the Walls Sim. their valour yet lives fresh within the walls They man the breaches bravely Je. Call ye this valour meer dunghil cocks by heaven Sâ—â—ut put a Coward in the face of death Extremity of fear will make him fight Fight Valiantly too Give me the man That mans a breach in breaking through the rancks Of Romans foes their Courages dismaid the walls will man themselve A trumpet sounds and Enter Joseph in Compleat Arms Jo My honored Lords and deerest Countrymen From the right noble Titus I am come to Offer mercy Ah! my worthy friends Even on my knees I beg you to imbrace it Jeho Bring forth the rack and torture the old râ—ffin Gorion brought out and put on the rack Jo. hold hold O hold Let not your fury fall On those decreppid lims for heavens sake hold And here but Joseph speak Sim. Torture him I say Go Oh O O Jo. Tortures and torments endless vex your Souls O hold yet hold for heavens love hold not yet Go oh O O Must I indure to see those Sinews strecht And not relieve them Must I basely beg And kneel and supplicate and not be heard Wrack on wrack on I say thou cruell wretch Tear the distressed Carcass from the soul And send it up to heaven to cry for vengeance Agen they torture him O I am tortured too Go Oh And torne in peices with the spectacles Villains tormentors Rebells they beat him down with a stone S. Forsake the walls and take him Enter Jehochanan and Simeon at one door and Valerio and Nicanor as another they repulse the Jewish Captains and Joseph riseth Va. How fares Josephus Io. Hurt my good friends I thank you for this rescue they lead him away and Exeunt Enter Zareck Lord Elazer's mad there 's my revenge on him A comes a comes Now the sport begins Enter Eleazer My conscience is a bawling curr Buz buz buz Hee 's gone hee 's gone I le creep and creep and creep away And then I 'le laugh to think how I have gulld him Enter his two Atten. Whist whist whist and catch a mouse Zareck Za. My Lord E. For heavens love help me Zareck Za. Why what 's the matter now E. O vengeance I am pesterd with a Rascal beyond measure And knocks and knocks and knocks both day
foundation that our 〈◊〉 laid When first a did ordain the Vestal-fires It would have been more proper had ye limm'd her Smiling and pointing to a sumptuous house Built on the rowling land the Motto this Sine me peris Impensa well the next Temperance decipher'd in a white Robe with a sober countenance in her left hand a Cornucopia with this Motto In abundantiâ— absteâ—io the next Chastity pictur'd in a green Robe a Lion couching by her side she points to a Lilly the Mooto Pares nos sumus Friendship binding a fardle of sticks together the Motto Concordio regna florent Constancy depainted in a purple Robe her left hand pointing to the Moon her right to her Bosom the Motto Mutabile quiâ—quid extra nil imus Patience limm'd in a Violet Robe pointing to mee Hah it 's not so 't is so the Motto Dispares nos sumus and under Saâ— ciro 〈◊〉 sat bent This was a good conceit it likes me passing well For now I see my Lords yee will not flatter me Well I 'le indevour to amend it Lord Come now to your sports Musick and they dance the Mask ended Time presents the Prisoners and exeunt Jehoch Mercy my gracious Lord The Prisoners kneel Titus What stately Prisoner's heâ— that wears the Diadem Je. My honor'd Lord this is the cruel Simeon And this Jehochanan Tit. What! art sure t is he Je. Most certain mighty Prince Sim. Mercy my honor'd Lord. Tit. Look down look down ye powers above and see the basest scum of all mortality Is' t possible to see the Villains kneel And beg Seaven daies together let the Slaves be led In triumph to be mocks and scorn'd and kickâ— And each day tortur'd to extremity then put them to an ignominious death Si. Curses and plagues reward thee Exeunt Prisoners and Guard Ti. Now worthy Gorion thou hast liv'd to see thy self reveng'd of all thine injury Gor. Ah my good Lord I joy not in revenge that I must leave to heaven Shout within Ti. Enquire the cause of that shout 1. Attendant More prisoners brought my Lord. Ti. Let them have entrance Enter Officers leading Zareck and the Lady Miriam Prisoners another following leading Peter with an hasteâ— about his neck the Lady weeps 1. Officer Come along Sir Come alongâ— you have no stomach to go too 't Pâ—â—t I have more stomach beha'â—e to eat if I had some vittailâ— hark ye Sir pray do not pull too hard least ye pull my head off it 's held on by nothing but skin and dry bones the marrow is wasted long since I believe I shall never hold the hanâ—â—â—g Tit. What Lady 's that whose sad behaviour speaks such discontents Gor. Ah Noble Titus to relate the story Of her sad fate will prove a task too weighty For a woful breast to utter Let others speak her sad calamity Weeps For me it is enough to weep her misery Titus Rise up distressed woman by all that 's good Lady 〈◊〉 I joy not in so sad a spectacle Tell me thy cause of grieâ—ance If there be A way to make thee happy leave it to me And I will see thee righted Lady A way to make me happy ay the poor wretch the world to me is a distastfull thing Full of affrighting Objects pensive thoughts and fears Horrors amazements anguish greefe and â—ears Attend my restless hours no room is left For the least hope of comfort no starting hole to ease the torture of a wearied soul She weeps Ti. Know'st thou this Lady Ioseph Io. My honor'd Lord this is the Lady Miriamâ— Extracted from a noble family the sad Epitome of grief and misery the wofull mother of a murther'd son Titus Murther'd by whom Lady Miriam By me by this accursed arme enâ—ombed here within the wretched womb that gave it life She weeps Peter Me thinks I feel a great 〈◊〉 stir in my stomack â—â—w Lady Ah my dear son thy wounds bleed fresh In my remembrance the bloudy act Siâ—â— sad upon my soul â—â—â—â—ghts my guilty breast Distracts my working brain Iustice my Lord I cry for Justice against my cruel 〈◊〉 And must not be denâ—e◠〈◊〉 She weeps Titus The vnpleasing Spectacle disturbs me Lead her away and see her sâ—fâ—ly kept And gently vs'd let warâ—â—st eyes Attend her actions least she offer Violence to her unhappy self La. Were I at liberty for that I would not linger out a moment I hate to live and yet I feel to dy By mine own handâ— for Heavens love â—et me Titus Leadher away and comfort her Lady Ah! be not so vnkind can ye 〈◊〉 piâ—â—y see a Caâ—â—iffon the wrack of misery and not relieve her Gorion Passion I â—ear will over co◠〈◊〉 if she persist in this extremity Lady Open a passage to my guilty soul and send it to eternal vengeance or if there be one drop of mercy leâ—◠〈◊〉 misery 〈◊〉 â—o heaven to begg it Weeps Titus My soul relents to see 〈…〉 A Peter That 's old gray-beard that was led a way Eyes Gorion by me to tortures if he remembers me I go to pot ' st Madam Lady Madam Speak a good word for me Titus What 's he that wears that livery of Death Gorion A servant to the Lady Miriam the very same that led my aged limbs to torture but by cumpulsion of the rebel Iews I therefore humbly beg his pardon Peter I I I must to 't now a has spy'd me Titus Come hither sirrah Peter Now I go now I go now I go Lady madam Titus Although I know thee to be guilty of an offence Deserving death yet for thy Ladies sake And this good man's I give thee life and liberty Loose him and leave him to his lady's service See thou be careful of her preservation Lady Ay me most miscrable They take the Halter off Peter O rare now could I leap out of my skin for Joy Come away Madam come a way the sight of the halter makes my stomack wamble Come away I say Zareck A ha ha ha ha Confusion play thy part And hatch up mischief to the highest strain Of mans invention Titus What daring prisoner's he Whose uncouth laughter scorns at misery Iosephus The most unheard of piece of villany that ever Nature gave a being to this is that cursed wretch that blew the coles Of hot dissention 'twixt the Citizens that murdred the high Priest and promted on the three seditious Captains to ambition that rob'd this wretched Lady and gave fire to Jewries sacred temple Titus Villain What saist thou for thy self Is all this true Peter A broke my pate too Za. Ha ha ha all this all this and ten times more all this is nothing not the thousand part Of my unknown designs did'st thou but know the danger that is in me thou wouldst not venture me So near thy person Titus Halter him and lead him to the wrack Let him be tortur'd with the greatest rigour Can be invented They halter him Za. Ha ha ha ha Could'st thou devise As many tortures as have e're bin born By all the sons of Adam thus wood I slight Spurns at it Both them and thee Tit. I shall unmask this hellish bravery Lead him away I say Zar. Thou canst not Roman in spight of cruelty Zareck will triump in the Victory Officers Come along Sir come along Pet. Hark yee Sir when ye begin to cry Oh Remember whose pate yee broke Sir Zar. Peace Babler Exeunt Officers with Zareck Tit. Come honor'd friends upon a Romans word Ye 're nobly welcome let not Jewrys fall Descends his throne Dismay your Princely hearts Romes General Will find a way to raise your ruin'd State The gods are just we must submit to fate Take care of that distressed Lady Pet. Now do I long to see the Captains at it Exeunt omnes the Lady weeping Finis Actus Quinti EPILOGVS THE lofty Buskin and the learned Bay Are not exspected to adorn our Play Our Author dâ—â—meth these fair trophies fiâ— To grace the raptures of a riper wit The stately lines of Sophocles high strain Flow from the fountain of Minerva's brainâ— Instead of Bayes and Buskins if our stile May fairly merit your deserved smile 'T is all we aime as either grant us this Or gently pardon what you judge amiss FINIS