neither Men nor Walls His force sustain the torn Port-cullis falls Then from the hinge their strokes the Gates divorce And where the way they cannot find they force Not with such rage a Swelling Torrent flows Above his banks th' opposing Dams orethrows Depopulates the Fields the Cattel Sheep Shepherds and folds the foaming Surges sweep And now between two sad extreams I stood Here Pyrrhus and th' Atridae drunk with blood There th' hapless Queen amongst an hundred Dames And Priam quenching from his wounds those flames Which his own hands had on the Altar laid Then they the secret Cabinets invade Where stood the Fifty Nuptial Beds the hopes Of that great Race the Golden Posts whose tops Old hostile spoils adorn'd demolisht lay Or to the foe or to the fire a Prey Now Priams fate perhaps you may enquire Seeing his Empire lost his Troy on fire And his own Palace by the Greeks possest Arms long disus'd his trembling limbs invest Thus on his foes he throws himself alone Not for their Fate but to provoke his own There stood an Altar open to the view Of Heaven near which an aged Lawrel grew Whose shady arms the houshold Gods embrac'd Before whose feet the Queen her self had cast With all her daughters and the Trojan wives As Doves whom an approaching tempest drives And frights into one flock But having spy'd Old Priam clad in youthful Arms she cry'd Alas my wretched husband what pretence To bear those Arms and in them what defence Such aid such times require not when again If Hector were alive he liv'd in vain Or here We shall a Sanctuary find Or as in life we shall in death be joyn'd Then weeping with kind force held embrac'd And on the sacred seat the King she plac'd Mean while Polites one of Priams sons Flying the rage of bloudy Pyrrhus runs Through foes swords ranges all the Court And empty Galleries amaz'd and hurt Pyrrhus pursues him now oretakes now kills And his last blood in Priams presence spills The King though him so many deaths inclose Nor fear nor grief but Indignation shows The Gods requite thee if within the care Of those alone th' affairs of mortals are Whose fury on the son but lost had been Had not his Parents Eyes his murder seen Not That Achilles whom thou feign'st to be Thy Father so inhumane was to me He blusht when I the rights of Arms implor'd To me my Hector me to Troy restor'd This said his feeble Arm a Javelin flung Which on the sounding shield scarce entring rung Then Pyrrhus go a messenger to Hell Of my black deeds and to my Father tell The Acts of his degenerate Race So through His Sons warm bloud the trembling King he drew To th' Altar in his hair one hand he wreaths His sword the other in his bosom sheaths Thus fell the King who yet surviv'd the State With such a signal and peculiar Fate Under so vast a ruine not a Grave Nor in such flames a funeral fire to have He whom such Titles swell'd such Power made proud To whom the Scepters of all Asia bow'd On the cold earth lies th' unregarded King A headless Carkass and a nameless Thing FINIS On the Earl of Strafford's Tryal and Death GReat Strafford worthy of that Name though all Of thee could be forgotten but thy fall Crusht by Imaginary Treasons weight Which too much Merit did accumulate As Chymists Gold from Brass by fire would draw Pretexts are into Treason forg'd by Law His Wisdom such at once it did appear Three Kingdoms wonder and three Kingdoms fear Whilst single he stood forth and seem'd although Each had an Army as an equal Foe Such was his force of Eloquence to make The Hearers more concern'd than he that spake Each seem'd to act that part he came to see And none was more a looker on than he So did he move our passion some were known To wish for the defence the Crime their own Now private pity strove with publick hate Reason with Rage and Eloquence with Fate Now they could him if he could them forgive He 's not too guilty but too wise to live Less seem those Facts which Treasons Nick-name bore Than such a fear'd ability for more They after death their fears of him express His Innocence and their own guilt confess Their Legislative Frenzy they repent Enacting it should make no President This Fate he could have scap'd but would not lose Honour for Life but rather nobly chose Death from their fears then safety from his own That his last Action all the rest might crown On my Lord Croft's and my Iourney into Poland from whence we brought 10000 l. for his Majesty by the Decimation of his Scottish Subjects there 1. TOle tole Gentle Bell for the Soul Of the pure ones in Pole Which are damned in our Scroul 2. Who having felt a touch Of Cockram's greedy Clutch Which though it was not much Yet their stubbornness was such 3. That when we did arrive 'Gainst the stream we did strive They would neither lead nor drive 4. Nor lend An Ear to a Friend Nor an answer would send To our Letter so well penn'd 5. Nor assist our affairs With their Monies nor their Wares As their answer now declares But only with their Prayers 6. Thus they did persist Did and said what they list Till the Dyet was dismist But then our Breech they kist 7. For when It was mov'd there and then They should pay one in ten The Dyet said Amen 8. And because they are loth To discover the troth They must give word and Oath Though they will forfeit both 9. Thus the Constitution Condemns them every one From the Father to the Son 10. But Iohn Our Friend Mollesson Thought us to have out-gone With a quaint Invention 11. Like the Prophets of yore He complain'd long before Of the Mischiefs in store I and thrice as much more 12. And with that wicked Lye A Letter they came by From our Kings Majesty 13. But Fate Brought the Letter too late 'T was of too old a date To relieve their damned State 14. The Letter 's to be seen With seal of Wax so green At Dantzige where t' as been Turn'd into good Latin 15. But he that gave the hint This Letter for to Print Must also pay his stint 16. That trick Had it come in the Nick Had touch'd us to the quick But the Messenger fell sick 17 Had it later been wrought And sooner been brought They had got what they sought But now it serves for nought 18. On Sandys they ran aground And our return was crown'd With full ten thousand pound On Mr. Tho. Killigrew's Return from his Embassie from Venice and Mr. William Murry's from Scotland 1. OUr Resident Tom From Venice is come And hath left the Statesman behind him Talks at the same pitch Is as wise is as rich And just where you left him you find him 2. But who says he was not A man
Hell But a long sleepless night and what 's their torment But to compare past joyes with present sorrows And what can death deprive me of the sight Of day of children friends and hope of Empire And whatsoever others lose in death In life I am depriv'd of then I will live Only to die reveng'd nor will I go Down to the shades alone Prompt me some witty some revengeful Devil His Devil that could make a bloudy feast Of his own son and call the gods his guests Her 's that could kill her aged Sire and cast Her Brothers scatter'd limbs to Wolves and Vultures Or his that slew his Father to enjoy His mothers bed and greater than all those My fathers Devil Come mischief I embrace thee fill my soul And thou Revenge ascend and bear the Scepter O're all my passions banish thence All that are cool and tame Know old Tyrant My heart 's too big to break I know thy fears Exceed my sufferings and my revenge Though but in hope is much a greater pleasure Than thou canst take in punishing Then my anger Sink to the Center of my heart and there Lie close in ambush till my seeming patience Hath made the cruel Tyrant as secure Though with as little cause as now he 's jealous Whose there Enter two or three I find my nature would return To her old course I feel an inclination To some repose welcome thou pleasing slumber A while embrace me in thy leaden arms And charm my careful thoughts Conduct me to my bed Exit Enter King Haly and Caliph King How do's the Prince how bears he his restraint Ha. Why Sir as all great spirits Bear great and sudden changes with such impatience As a Numidian Lion when first caught Endures the toyl that holds him He would think of nothing But present death and sought all violent means To compass it But time hath mitigated Those furious heats he now returns to food And sleep admits the conversation Of those that are about him King I would I had not So easily believ'd my fears I was too sudden I would it were undone Cal. If you lament it That which now looks like Justice will be thought An inconsiderate rashness King But there are in nature Such strong returns That I punisht him I do not grieve but that he was my Son Ha. But it concerns you to bear up your passion And make it good for if the people know That you have cause to grieve for what is done They 'll think you had no cause at first to do it King to the Ca. Go visit him from me and teach him patience Since neither all his fury nor my sorrow Can help what 's past tell him my severity To him shall in some measure be requited By my indulgence to his children And if he desire it Let them have access to him endeavour to take off His thoughts from revenge by telling him of Paradise and I know not what pleasures In the other world Cal. I shall Sir Ex. King and C. Ma. Haly. Enter Mirvan Ha. Mirvan The King relents and now there 's left No refuge but the last he must be poysoned And suddenly lest he survive his Father Mir. But handsomly lest it appear Ha. Appear To whom you know there 's none about him But such as I have plac't and they shall say 'T was discontent or abstinence Mir. But at the best 'T will be suspected Ha. Why though 't be known We 'll say he poysoned himself Mir. But the curious will pry further Than bare report and the old King's suspitions Have piercing eyes Ha. But those nature Will shortly close you see his old disease Grows strong upon him Mir. But if he should recover Ha. But I have cast his Nativity he cannot he must not I' th' mean time I have so besieg'd him So blockt up all the passages and plac'd So many Centinels and Guards upon him That no intelligence can be convey'd But by my instruments But this business will require More heads and hands than ours Go you to the prison And bring the Keeper privately to me To give him his instructions Ex. several ways Enter Prince and Caliph Cal. Sir I am commanded by the King To visit you Prince What to give a period to my life And to his fears You 're welcome here 's a throat A heart or any other part ready to let In death and receive his commands Ca. My Lord I am no messenger nor minister of death 'T is not my function Prince I should know that voice Ca. I am the Caliph and am come to tell you your Father Is now return'd to himself Nature ha's got The victory o're passion all his rigour Is turn'd to grief and pity Prince Alas good man I pity him and his infirmities His doubts and fears and accidents of age Which first provok'd his cruelty Ca. He bid me tell you His love to yours should amply recompence His cruelty to you And I dare say 't is real For all his thoughts his pleasures and delights Are fixt on Fatyma when he is sad She comforts him when sick she 's his Physitian And were it not for the delight he takes In her I think hee 'd die with sorrow Prince But how are his affections fixt so strangely On her alone sure 't is not in his nature For then he had lov'd me or hated her Because she came from me Ca. 'T is her desert She 's fair beyond comparison and witty Above her age and bears a manly spirit Above her sex Prince But may not I admire her Is that too great a happiness pray let her make it Her next suit to be permitted to visit me her self Ca. She shall Sir I joy to see your mind So well compos'd I fear'd I should have found A tempest in your soul and came to lay it I 'le to the King I know to him that news will be Most acceptable Prince Pray do and tell him I have cast off all my passions and am now A man again fit for society And conversation Ca. I will Sir Exit Prince I never knew my self till now how on the sudden I 'me grown an excellent dissembler to out-do One at the first that has practiz'd it all his life So now I am my self again what is 't I feel within Me thinks some vast design Now takes possession of my heart and swells My labouring thoughts above the common bounds Of humane actions something full of horror My soul hath now decreed my heart does beat As if 't were forging thunder-bolts for Iove To strike the Tyrant dead So now I have it I have it 't is a gallant mischief Worthy my Father or my Fathers Son All his delight 's in Fatyma poor innocent But not more innocent than I and yet My Father loves thee and that 's crime enough By this act old Tyrant I shall be quit with thee while I was virtuous I was a stranger to thy bloud but now Sure thou wilt love
think our Sacriledge would spare When such th' effects of our devotions are Parting from thence 'twixt anger shame fear Those for what 's past this for what 's too near My eye descending from the Hill surveys Where Thames amongst the wanton vallies strays Thames the most lov'd of all the Oceans sons By his old Sire to his embraces runs Hasting to pay his tribute to the Sea Like mortal life to meet Eternity Though with those streams he no resemblance hold Whose foam is Amber and their Gravel Gold His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore Search not his bottom but survey his shore Ore which he kindly spreads his spacious wing And hatches plenty for th' ensuing Spring Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay Like Mothers which their Infants overlay Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave Like profuse Kings resumes the wealth he gave No unexpected inundations spoyl The mowers hopes nor mock the plowmans toyl But God-like his unwearied Bounty flows First loves to do then loves the Good he does Nor are his Blessings to his banks confin'd But free and common as the Sea or Wind When he to boast or to disperse his stores Full of the tributes of his grateful shores Visits the world and in his flying towers Brings home to us and makes both Indies ours Finds wealth where 't is bestows it where it wants Cities in deserts woods in Cities plants So that to us no thing no place is strange While his fair bosom is the worlds exchange O could I flow like thee and make thy stream My great example as it is my theme Though deep yet clear though gentle yet not dull Strong without rage without ore-flowing full Heaven her Eridanus no more shall boast Whose Fame in thine like lesser Currents lost Thy Nobler streams shall visit Iove's aboads To shine amongst the Stars and bath the Gods Here Nature whether more intent to please Us or her self with strange varieties For things of wonder give no less delight To the wise Maker's than beholders sight Though these delights from several causes move For so our children thus our friends we love Wisely she knew the harmony of things As well as that of sounds from discords springs Such was the discord which did first disperse Form order beauty through the Universe While driness moysture coldness heat resists All that we have and that we are subsists While the steep horrid roughness of the Wood Strives with the gentle calmness of the flood Such huge extreams when Nature doth unite Wonder from thence results from thence delight The stream is so transparent pure and clear That had the self-enamour'd youth gaz'd here So fatally deceiv'd he had not been While he the bottom not his face had seen But his proud head the aery Mountain hides Among the Clouds his shoulders and his sides A shady mantle cloaths his curled brows Frown on the gentle stream which calmly flows While winds and storms his lofty forehead beat The common fate of all that 's high or great Low at his foot a spacious plain is plac't Between the mountain and the stream embrac't Which shade and shelter from the Hill derives While the kind river wealth and beauty gives And in the mixture of all these appears Variety which all the rest indears This scene had some bold Greek or Brittish Bard Beheld of old what stories had we heard Of Fairies Satyrs and the Nymphs their Dames Their feasts their revels their amorous flames 'T is still the same although their aery shape All but a quick Poetick sight escape There Faunus and Sylvanus keep their Courts And thither all the horned hoast resorts To graze the ranker mead that noble heard On whose sublime and shady fronts is rear'd Natures great Master-piece to shew how soon Great things are made but sooner are undone Here have I seen the King when great affairs Give leave to slacken and unbend his cares Attended to the Chase by all the flower Of youth whose hopes a Nobler prey devour Pleasure with Praise danger they would buy And wish a foe that would not only fly The stagg now conscious of his fatal Growth At once indulgent to his fear and sloth To some dark covert his retreat had made Where nor mans eye nor heavens should invade His soft repose when th' unexpected sound Of dogs and men his wakeful ear doth wound Rouz'd with the noise he scarce believes his ear Willing to think th' illusions of his fear Had given this false Alarm but straight his view Confirme that more than all he fears is true Betray'd in all his strengths the wood beset All instruments all Arts of ruine met He calls to mind his strength and then his speed His winged heels and then his armed head With these t' avoid with that his Fate to meet But fear prevails and bids him trust his feet So fast he flyes that his reviewing eye Has lost the chasers and his ear the cry Exulting till he finds their Nobler sense Their disproportion'd speed does recompense Then curses his conspiring feet whose scent Betrays that safety which their swiftness lent Then tries his friends among the baser herd Where he so lately was obey'd and fear'd His safety seeks the herd unkindly wise Or chases him from thence or from him flies Like a declining States-man left forlorn To his friends pity and pursuers scorn With shame remembers while himself was one Of the same herd himself the same had done Thence to the coverts the conscious Groves The scenes of his past triumphs and his loves Sadly surveying where he rang'd alone Prince of the soyl and all the herd his own And like a bold Knight Errant did proclaim Combat to all and bore away the Dame And taught the woods to eccho to the stream His dreadful challenge and his clashing beam Yet faintly now declines the fatal strife So much his love was dearer than his life Now every leaf and every moving breath Presents a foe and every foe a death Wearied forsaken and pursu'd at last All safety in despair of safety plac'd Courage he thence resumes resolv'd to bear All their assaults since 't is in vain to fear And now too late he wishes for the fight That strength he wasted in Ignoble flight But when he sees the eager chase renew'd Himself by dogs the dogs by men pursu'd He straight revokes his bold resolve and more Repents his courage than his fear before Finds that uncertain waies unsafest are And Doubt a greater mischief than Despair Then to the stream when neither friends nor force Nor speed nor Art avail he shapes his course Thinks not their rage so desperate t' assay An Element more merciless than they But fearless they pursue nor can the floud Quench their dire thirst alas they thirst for bloud So towards a Ship the oarefin'd Gallies ply Which wanting Sea to ride or wind to fly Stands but to fall reveng'd on those that dare
vertue and the gods O'recome my subtle mischief I may find A safe retreat and may at least be sure If not more mighty to be more secure Exeunt Finis Actus Secundi Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter King and Haly. King But Haly what confederates ha's the Prince In his conspiracy Ha. Sir I can yet suspect None but the Turkish prisoners and that only From their late sudden flight King Are they fled For what Ha. That their own fears best know their entertainment I 'me sure was such as could not minister Suspition or dislike but sure they 're conscious Of some intended mischief and are fled To put it into act King This still confirms me more But let 'em be pursu'd let all the passages Be well secur'd that no intelligence May pass between the Prince and them Ha. It shall be done Sir King Is the Caliph prepar'd Ha. He 's without Sir And waits your pleasure King Call him Enter Haly and Caliph King I have a great design to act in which The greatest part is thine In brief 't is this I fear my Sons high spirit and suspect Designs upon my Life and Crown Ca. Sure Sir your fears are causeless Such thoughts are strangers to his noble soul. King No 't is too true I must prevent my danger And make the first attempt there 's no such way To avoid a blow as to strike first and sure Ca. But Sir I hope my function shall exempt me From bearing any part in such designs King Your function Laughs Do you think that Princes Will raise such men so near themselves for nothing We but advance you to advance our purposes Nay even in all Religions Their Learned'st and their seeming holiest men but serve To work their Masters ends and varnish o're Their actions with some specious pious colour No scruples do 't or by our holy Prophet The death my rage intends to him is thine Ca. Sir 't is your part to will mine to obey King Then be wise and sudden Enter Lords as to Council Ab. Mor. Ca. My Lords it grieves me to relate the cause Of this Assembly and 't will grieve you all The prince you know stands high in all those graces Which Nature seconded by fortune gives Wisdom he ha's and to his Wisdom Courage Temper to that and unto all Success But Ambition the disease of Virtue bred Like surfets from an undigested fulness Meets death in that which is the means of life Great Mahomet to whom our Soveraigns life And Empire is most dear appearing thus Advis'd me in a Vision Tell the King The Prince his Son attempts his Life Crown And though no creature lives that more admires His vertues nor affects his person more Than I yet zeal and duty to my Soveraign Have cancell'd all respects nor must we slight The Prophets Revelations Abd. Remember Sir he is your Son Indeared to you by a double bond As to his King and Father King And the remembrance of that double bond Doubles my sorrows 'T is true Nature and duty bind him to Obedience But those being placed in a lower sphere His fierce ambition like the highest mover Has hurried with a strong impulsive motion Against their proper course But since he has forgot The duty of a son I can forget The affections of a Father Abd. But Sir in the beginning of diseases None try the extreamest remedies King But when they 're sudden The cure must be as quick when I 'me dead you 'll say My fears have been too slow Treasons are acted Assoon as thought though they are ne're believed Until they come to act Mor. But consider Sir The greatness of the attempt the people love him The lookers on and the enquiring vulgar Will talk themselves to action thus by avoyding A danger but suppos'd you tempt a real one King Those Kings whom envy or the peoples murmur Deters from their own purposes deserve not Nor know not their own greatness The peoples murmur 't is a sulphurous vapour Breath'd from the bowels of the basest earth And it may soyl and blast things near it self But ere it reach the region we are plac'd in It vanishes to ayr we are above The sence or danger of such storms Cap. True Sir they are but storms while Royalty Stands like a Rock and the tumultuous vulgar Like billows rais'd with wind that 's with opinion May roar and make a noise and threaten But if they rowl too near they 're dash't in pieces While they stand firm Abd. Yet Sir Crowns are not plac'd so high But vulgar hands may reach 'em King Then 't is when they are plac'd on vulgar heads Abd. But Sir Look back upon your self why should your son Anticipate a hope so near so certain we may wish and pray For your long life but neither prayers nor power Can alter Fates decree or Natures Law Why should he ravish then that Diadem From your gray temples which the hand of time Must shortly plant on his King My Lords I see you look upon me as a Sun Now in his West half buryed in a cloud Whose rays the vapours of approaching night Have rendred weak and faint But you shall find That I can yet shoot beams whose heat can melt The waxen wings of this ambitious Boy Nor runs my bloud so cold nor is my arm So feeble yet but he that dares defend him Shall feel my vengeance and shall usher me Into my grave Ab. Sir we defend him not Only desire to know his crime 'T is possible It may be some mistake or mis-report Some false suggestion or malicious scandal Or if ambition be his fault 't was yours He had it from you when he had his being Nor was 't his fault nor yours for 't is in Princes A crime to want it from a noble spirit Ambition can no more be separated Than heat from fire Or if you fear the Vision Will you suspect the noble Prince because This holy man is troubled in his sleep Because his crazy stomach wants concoction And breeds ill sumes or his melancholy spleen Sends up phantastick vapours to his brain Dreams are but dreams these causeless fears become not Your noble soul. King Who speaks another word Hath spoke his last Great Mahomet we thank thee Protector of this Empire and this life Thy cares have met my fears this on presumptions Strong and apparent I have long presag'd And though a Prince may punish what he fears Without account to any but the Gods Wise States as often cut off ills that may be As those that are and prevent purposes Before they come to practise aud foul practises Before they grow to act You cannot but observe How he dislikes the Court his rude departure His honour from the people and the souldiers His seeking to oblige the Turks his prisoners Their sudden and suspected flight And above all his restless towring thoughts A Horn winded without King If the business be important Admit him Enter Post with a
a gallant boldness If 't were thine Thou could'st not hear 't with such a silent scorn I am amaz'd Ha. Sir perplex your thoughts no further They have truth to make 'em bold And I have power to scorn it 't was I Sir That betray'd him and you and them King Is this impudence or madness Ha. Neither A very sober and sad truth to you Sir King A Guard there Enter Mirvan and others King Seize him Ha. Seize them now Though 't is too late to learn yet know 'Gainst you are King again what 't is to let your Subjects Dispose all offices of trust and power The beast obeys his keeper and looks up Not to his masters but his feeders hand And when you gave me power to dispense And make your favours mine in the same hour You made your self my shadow and 't was my courtesie To let you live and raign so long King Without there Enter two or three and joyn with the others What none but Traytors Has this Villain Breath'd treason into all and with that breath Like a contagious vapour blasted Loyalty Sure Hell it self hath sent forth all her Furies T' inhabit and possess this place Ha. Sir passions without power Like seas against a rock but lose their fury Mirvan Take these Villains and see 'em strangled 1. Bash. Farewell Sir commend us to your son let him know That since we cannot die his servants We 'll die his Martyrs King Farewell unhappy friends A long farewell and may you find rewards Great as your Innocence or which is more Great as your wrongs 2 Bash. Come thou art troubled Thou dost not fear to dye 1 Bash. No but to lose my death To sell my life so cheap while this proud villain That takes it must survive 2 Bash. We shall not lose our deaths If Heaven can hear the cries of guiltless blood Which sure it must for I have heard th' are loud ones Vengeance shall overtake thee Ha. Away with ' em King Stay Haly they are innocent yet life when 't is thy gift Is worse than death I disdain to ask it 1 Bash. And we to take it Ha. Do not ask it Sir For them to whom you owe your ruine they have undone you Had not they told you this you had liv'd secure And happy in your ignorance but this injury Since 't is not in your nature to forgive it I must not leave it in your power to punish it King Heaven though from thee I have deserv'd this plague Be thou my Judge and Witness from this villain 'T is undeserv'd Had I but felt your vengeance from some hand That first had suffer'd mine it had been justice But have you sent this sad return of all My love my trust my favours Ha. Sir there 's a great resemblance Between your favours and my injuries Those are too great to be requited these Too great to be forgiven and therefore 'T is but in vain to mention either King Mirza Mirza How art thou lost by my deceiv'd credulity I 'le beg thy pardon Ha. Stay Sir not without my leave Go some of you and let the people know The King keeps state and will not come in publick If any great affairs or State addresses Bring 'em to me King How have I taught the villain To act my part but oh my son my son Shall I not see thee Ha. For once you shall Sir But you must grant me one thing King Traytor dost thou mock my miseries What can I give but this unhappy life Ha. Alas Sir it is but that I ask and 't is my modesty To ask it it being in my power to take it When you shall see him Sir to dye for pity 'T were such a thing 't would so deceive the world And make the people think you were good natur'd 'T will look so well in story and become The stage so handsomly King I ne're deny'd thee any thing and shall not now Deny thee this though I could stand upright Under the tyranny of age and fortune Yet the sad weight of such ingratitude Will crush me into earth Ha. Lose not your tears but keep Your lamentations for your son or sins For both deserve 'em but you must make haste Sir Or he 'l not stay your coming He looks upon a watch 'T is now about the hour the poyson Must take effect King Poyson'd oh Heaven Ha. Nay Sir lose no time in wonder both of us Have much to do if you will see your Son Here 's one shall bring you to him Exit King Some unskilful Pylot had shipwrackt here But I not only against sure And likely ills have made my self secure But so confirm'd and fortify'd my state To set it safe above the reach of Fate Exit Haly. Enter Prince led Servant at the other door Princess and Soffy Serv. Sir the Princess and your Son Prince Soffy thou com'st to wonder at Thy wretched father why dost thou interrupt Thy happiness by looking on an object So miserable Princess My Lord methinks there is not in your voice The vigour that was wont nor in your look The wonted chearfulness Are you well my Lord Prince No but I shall be I feel my health a coming Princess What 's your disease my Lord Prince Nothing but I have tane a Cordial Sent by the King or Haly in requital Of all my miseries to make me happy The pillars of this frame grow weak As if the weight of many years oppress 'em My sinews slacken and an Icy stiffness Benums my blood Princess Alas I fear he 's poysoned Call all the help that Art or Herbs or Minerals Can minister Prince No 't is too late And they that gave me this are too well practis'd In such an Art to attempt and not perform Princess Yet try my Lord revive your thoughts the Empire Expects you your Father 's dying Prince So when the ship is sinking The winds that wrackt it cease Princess Will you be the scorn of fortune To come near a Crown and only near it Prince I am not fortunes scorn but she is mine More blind than I. Princess O tyranny of Fate to bring Death in one hand and Empire in the other Only to shew us happiness and then To snatch us from it Prince They snatch me to it My soul is on her journey do not now Divert or lead her back to lose her self I' th' amaze and winding labyrinths o' th' world I preethee do not weep thy love is that I part with most unwillingly or otherwise I had not staid till rude necessity Had forc'd me hence Soffy be not a man too soon And when thou art take heed of too much vertue It was thy Fathers and his only crime 'T will make the King suspitious yet ere time By natures course has ripened thee to man 'T will mellow him to dust till then forget I was thy Father yet forget it not My great example shall excite thy thoughts To noble actions And you dear Erythaea Give