was base Some power That as I do pities that noble Prince Put it into her Heart to spare his life One hour and I 'l make use of her new Favour To expiate my Crime I 'l now Charm Her And free him from his cruel Step-Mother Enter Adolph Caesarina Crispus Sylvanus Filamor Violinda and the Guard Pontia sits Pon. Old man who hast outliv'd Humanity From me what can'st expect Syl. What thou deserv'st Death death to which my Justice sentenc'd thee I do expect now from thy Cruelty And I 'l meet th'Axe with such a Resolution As shall if thou dar'st be a looker on Shake thy weak Soul into another Swound Though I liv'd under thy Reign like a Waman Yet I 'l die like a Man Pon. Since you 'r so brave I 'l not take pattern by your former baseness For Sir when I was to have lost my head No state was thought upon no Princes order'd To follow me You shall have Filamor And Violinda to bear up your train Between your Sentence and my Execution Your wither'd narrow heart could afford me But half an hour I 'l give you a whole hour Syl. Bountiful wife you are extream obliging Bri. My Pray'r is heard I 'l now serve Filamor aside Vio. Filamor what is Death Fil. Better than Life 'T is Nature's greater bounty for we may Improve it to an immortality Of Fame by dying nobly Vio. I have liv'd By Caesarina's rule by yours I 'l dye Cae. Oh name not dying though my Mother has Condemn'd you yet Heav'n cannot be so cruell Pon. Capito take you charge of the old man And my Lord Gen'rall to your Custody We do commit his Children Exit Pon. Capito and Sylvanus Cris. Here 's Reward For all my Services I am preferr'd To th' Office of a Marshall Ad. May we two With your permission my Lord Generall Speak with your Pris'ners Cris. At your pleasure Sir For as to that I am not limited And I 'l put no Râ—straint upon my self Cae. You ever were a Person of great honour Cris. Therefore in this base Charge â—y Shame 's the more To serve my Prince I never blush'd before Exeunt Actus Quintus Pontia sitting and writing the Superscription of a Letter Brianella standing by her on the Table lyes a Parchment Bri. FOr taking of the Pris'ners from the Generall That Letter to Priâ—ce Adolph I procur'd Which shews there is a justice in my nature I hope 't will save the life of Filamor Whom I wrong'd and I 'm sure 't will take away The last remainder of his Trust from Crispus Enter Capito Who wrong'd me my Lord Generall Capito The Princesse call'd for you he minds uot me I have no fortune to these Generalls Capito kisses Pontia's hâ—â—d Pontia My Lord you 'r rais'd to the command in chiâ—f Over our Forces by obeying us Capito Madam my Will is vassal to your Pleasure You are my Gen'rall not to be ask'd Why But What you please and that I 'l do or die Pon. First show to Crispus your Commission And vacate his then take you charge of th' Army Which we design'd you two hours since when he Gave rules to us but I was forc'd to use him Till to this height he rais'd my Soveraignty Now Verulam is ours the Building 's finish'd And we 'l take down the Scaffolds Bri. Such a fall aside May all the proud Men have who scorn kind Women Pon. In the last place double your Guards that wâ— May prevent suddain tumults and attempts In favour of the condemn'd Princes they I doubt have Parties in our Camp and Court But were it in our own veins thâ—y should bleed Cap. Without distinction whos'â—re lifts his hand Against your pow'r shall feel the weight of mine Please to dismiss me that I be not straiten'd In point of time Pon. Go and be fortunate Cap. Fortune my Goddess is great Pontia's hand-maid Pon. I forgot one particular I 'l send This Lady to you when she comes do you Return and bring Crispus to us Cap. I shall Exit Capito Pontia gives the Letter to Brianella Pon. There Brianella I have writ to Adolph As you desir'd I can deny you nothing But yâ—t to trust my Son with custody Of Violinda and Filamor the Prince Being my Son's Friend the Princâ—ss his Mistris Should Love against his Interest byass him May be of dangerous consequence Bri. Prince Adolph To preserve them will not lose Verulam Pon. I see Brianella is for Filamor aside Well I will venture 't upon your account Though Adolph may dâ—câ—ive me Bâ—i I hope he will aside Pon. Give him that Letter in which is inclos'd A discharge of our latest trust to Crispuâ— Bâ—i Then Crispus whether bound for Heav'n or Helâ— She whom you scorn'd shall toul your passing Bell. Pon. Away leave me to perfect my own story I 'l add to my two Crowns a third of Glory Exeunt severally Enter Adolph Filamor and Caesarina Filamor We have out-walk'd the General and my Sister Let 's tarry for them Adolph By no means least Fate Should overtake you th' Executioner Is setting up your Scaffold Filamor Sâ—ands now upon the Verge of Life and Death Here is a Grave and there 's a Sanctuary Behind that Hedge I 've laid for you a Horse A Fleeter's not in Britain mount him fly Caesarina As for your noble Sister and your Father When onâ—e my Mother knows that you 'r escap'd She will not dare to touch them fly Fil. How fly You heard the General take my Parol And would my Friends have me to save my Life Lose th' end for which Man lives Honour Cae. O Sir Under the notion of a private man Consider not your self on you depend Thousands of Subjects Lives Ad. And a whole race Of unborn Princes Fil. To preserve Mankind I 'd not break my Ingagement though till now I never valu'd life yet when 't is offâ—r'd By those I prize above life I am bound In honour to refuse it Ad. 'T is too late Enter Crispus and Violinda To pass now here 's your Keeper but I 'l make Way through him with my sword I 'l fight with Crispus Violinda I hope you 'l not fight with the Generall That uses us with such Civility 'T is Pontia not Crispuâ— that condemn'd us And we had rather suffer death than you Should resâ—ue us with hazard of your life Cae. First let me move him My Lord Generall Fame gives you such a noble Character That I can't think you a willing Instrument In the injustice done to these two Princes Crispus Madam to shew how my Obedience Has been constrain'd to act against my Will If an exchange of Lives may be admitted I 'l die to excuse them Cae. That you may do And not die only wink at their Escape Cris. No then my Honour dyes Cae. Honour and Fortune Shall recompence that Piety Cris. More Titles Than Caesar claimes and all the sparkling Gold Into the Sea with ebbing Tagus roll'd Cannot buy me out of
and Brianella Fro. What a strange Monster your great Mistress is That neither her son nor her daughter open Their lipps for her Bri. But do you think she 'l die Fro. Unless she has like Nile more Heads then one One head 's condemn'd I 'l see 't cut off your servant Bri. But heark you Fromund I took you to be An honest man Fro. Do y' find the contrary Bri. Troth 't is no sign of exc'lent honesty To profess love to me and in a time Of danger leave me to my Fortune Fro. Why Are you in any danger Bri. Then you know not I was my Lady's Coy-duck to bring in Prince Filamor Fro. Pish a poor little Treason They 'l never mind you now they 've got the Princess Bri. This all the care yoâ— take for her that loves you Fro. I understand not loving will you marry Bri. Who Fro. Me. Bri. Do you call marrying loving Fro. Yes Bri. Then I will love you Fro. Then I 'l secure you But will you not break promise when you 'r safe Bri. No I hate baseness I have lov'd you long But I 'm so bashful I should scarce have own'd it If this unlucky occasion had not offer'd It self Fro. Well Madam I have caught you now Bri. I hope you 'l keep me Fro. Safe Enter Tetrick running Tet. Undone undone Fro. Who 's undone Tet. Every good man you 'r undone Bri. Must I be hang'd Tet. No drown you you 'l scape th'halter That falls to our shares but no matter what Becomes of us Sylvanus Fro. What of him Tet. Lost all 's lost Pontia rescu'd we are now Her Slaves Fro. How 's this possible Tet. Hâ—ar and wonder We came into the Lawne and though 't was meant Pontia should live she knew 't not but compos'd Her self to die so mildly that it struck Into astonishment all the beholders Such a dead stilnesse was upon the place 'T was like a Sea becalm'd when in an instant The Storm breaks forth thund'ring came Pontia's Horse And in the head of them her Gen'rall Crispus Our Guards amaz'd before now as if they Had seen in th'Enâ—mies shields the Gorgon's head Which had the petrifying quality Turn'd Statues stood still whilst the Maldenerâ— Bound them and Crispus like young Perseuâ— Releas'd the condemn'd Princesse seiz'd the Prince And Principality of Verulam They took me Pris'nâ—r but the General When he was told my Name â—emembering He had râ—ad my Book of Fortification Freed me Fro. Then we may live to free our Masters Nay we may speak Treason before this Lady 〈◊〉 has promis'd me marriage Bri. Sincâ— when pray I 'l be judg'd by this learned Gentleman You said that marâ—ying was loving I Answâ—r'd that I would love you but I hope I did not say that I would marry you Alas poor Fool O brave brave General Fro. The General 's the Man and I 'm the Fool aside You will not have me Bri. First I 'l see you hang'd Fro. But though in point of Love you have deceived me Upon th' account of Gratitude I hope You 'l beg my life Bri. That 's all you have to beg Y' have neither Lands nor Goods but I 'm too rich To be a Bâ—ggar upon any score Fro. To save your Life I would have ventur'd mine Bri. But your simplicity's no rule for me In sober sadness I will never marry You nor espouse your Danger So adieu Kind younger Brother do what you were born to Shift for your self O brave brave General Tet. Come Fromund follow me I know the Woods I 'l lead thee to a place of sweet recesse Where we 'l enjoy our selves and never think Of Women more Bri. But rise up Bard and Driud Exeunt Tetrick and Fro. Farewel Philosophers and welcome General Enter Pontia Crispus and Souldiers Pontia Command in our Name upon pain of death That none presume to pillage or take Pris'ner Any of my Subjects of Verulam Unless that Subject desperately rebel And put his Country in Blood Brianella O Heav'n And have I liv'd to see my Princely Mistresse Soveraign of Verulam Pon. My Soveraignty And Life I owe to â—y Lord General Bri. What Virgin would not love so brave a man Madam Râ—member now your gracious Promise And move the General for me Pon. Your best time Will be when business of the War is over For Marriages are businesses of Peace Bri. O Madam when your Highness was concern'd I put not you off to a better time Pon. If you 'l not take advise then take your Fortune My Lord you know this Lady Crispus Brianella Pon. You know her quality Cris. That she 's the richest In all your Principality of Malden In all your Court of Verulam the greatest For she 's your Fav'rite Pon. She would be your wife I have ingag'd to use my pow'r with you Cris. Not to make her my wife y' are not in earnest Pon. In earnest Bri. So am I. Cris. And so am I Never to marry a Property Bri. Property Cris. A Property for Murder was not she Us'd for the intrapping of Prince Filamor Madam to me you made another Promise By which you are oblig'd to banish her Pon. My word 's past so 's her greatness Brianella If to our Court thou com'st after this day Thou dy'st Bri. But I may see your Husband dye Before I go then I hope you 'l perform Your other Promise to the General For it seems you have promis'd him your self Give you Joy of my Curses I 've one day aside Yet left to curse you â—ang me if I pray Exit Brian Pon. My Fav'rite's banish'd now Sir do you think That I 'l perform my Promise Cris. If you were A real Convert of your own accord You would have banish'd all such Instruments Pon. I have been so long wicked that no man Will credit my Repentance but distrust From Crispus wounds me Cris. Why then I beseech you Do y' keep your Husband and his Children Pris'ners Pon. Why are you so presumptious as to ask Who made you our Examiner your duty Is to attend till we declare our self Enter Brianella and a Footman Bri. Bid the Groom bring my Horses to the Gate Pon. Stay Brianella Bri. Sure you 'l let me go Pon. Believe't I 'l sooner part with my new Conquest After you were commanded to withdraw My Promise being debated 't was resolv'd Upon the Question that you should be still My Favorite Cris. Great hope of her amendment aside Pon. Sir you shall now have proof of our Repentance Call in the Pris'ners Exit Crispus Bri. To restore me to Your favour was tâ—e General consenting Pon. He hates thee as I hate him mortally Bri. Shall he live Pon. Poorly thou shalt see him crush'd To his first Nothing Bri. Mighty General 'T will elevate my Soul to see thy Fall There is a Pleasure in Revenge above The expectation or the joyes of Love And to revenge my selve on thee is just But the betraying of Prince Filamor aside Who never injur'd me
thinks a Witch-maker Call'd for the singing of 's Predictions The British Bard as soon as she has din'd Your wife coâ—es to the Bard's Cave then you 'l know Whether she loves or hates you Syl. Son I 'l stay But hide me from my wife Fil. She shall not see you Exit Syl. and Fil Tet. Fromund I Conjure thee appear O Witch Enter Fromund like a Witch All goes as well as heart can wish th' old Prince Is now ingag'd Fro. Yonder comes Brianella My Mistrâ—ss with a Basket full of Plate Her Lady's offering to the British Bard You owe me thanks for 't I hinted the Plate We must help one another Tet. In requital Enter Brianella and her Maid with a Basket I 'l make teee tell hâ—r Fortune speak out Sister You do so mumble what would y' have me do Fro. Move the great Witch-maker the British Bard To inlarge my Commission with power Of Life and Death over Plants Beasts and Men. Tet. What what Fro. Sooner or latter I am sure I must come to the Faggot and the Fire Shall I be burn'd for nothing Tet. One year more You must tell Fortunes by the Hand next Spring I 'l move the Bard for you pretty sweet Sister Fro. In the mean time if I might but bewitch Dumb Creatures only Monkeys Cats and Dogs A scurvy proud young Widow yesternight Call'd me old Beldam let me but bewitch Her little Dog though she bears patiently The loss of a kind Husband yet the death of Her little Dog I 'm sure will break her heart Tet. Teach me I 'l pull thy nose off and that Dog Shall eat it go take from that noble Lady That Basket full of Plate look in her hand And tell her Fortune Enter Pontia Crispus Gracchus and Sergius Fro. Your hand I 'm prevented Bri. But Mother Mother I hope we shall meet Fro. At the Mark-Beech an hour hence Bri. I 'l not fail O Madam they know all things the Magician Could tell me 't was a Basket full of Plate Pon. Ministers of Fate I come to know the Issue Of a design of Blood Tet. My Song will fit her aside Madam we 'r not impowr'd to answer Princes That 's reserv'd for the Bard himself who now In the Bard's Cave is discovered a man with a grey beard in a Russet Gown sleeping with a Harp in his hand Lyes in a Trance I 'l hold up to his Soul Your Princely Off'ring with the names of those You vow to death if you 'l but write them down 'T is the Bard's Custome Pon. Bring Pen Ink and Paper She writes and gives the Paper to Tetrick Tetrick reads the List. DIS MANIBUS Pontia devotes to hell Filamor Violinda and Sylvanus Tet. So I 've her Treason now under her hand Pon. You 'l wake him Tet. With our usual Ceremony Of Musique and a Dance Tet. and From. hold up to the Bard the List and the Basket to which Sergius points Ser. Look you there Sirrha Barbara de pictis veni Bascauda Britannis That British Bascaud would sell well at Rome Gracc. So would the pretty Maid that brought the Vascaud But Princess Caesarina for my money Musique Tetrick and Fromund fall into a Dance then comes in another Conjurer and another Witch and from under his Coat and her Gown drop out two little Familiars an he and a she At the end of this Antique the Bard wakes aâ—d sings The Bard's Song On the Poplars and Oaks When the white Raven croaks And the crafty young Fox withdrawes With the fair Fawn Through a green Lawn Iust into the Lion's pawes Then the Scene of Blood is acted Then the Wood Nymphs run distracted The Mandrake shrieks The Moon 's pale cheeks Look dark But hark Brasse Baâ—ons and Trumpets are sounding See see how soon They thunder the Moon Out of the Eclipse she was drown'd in What should we fear The Sun shines clear No Mist on the Hill Not a Clowd in the Skie The Lark sings shrill And the Swallow flyes high The Scene of the Bard is shut up Manent Pontia Crispus Brianella and the Gladiators Enter Capito with the Commission Cap. The Generall 's Commission under Seal Poâ— You 'r now impowr'd to conquer Verulam Pontia gives the Commission to Crispus What do you think of the success presag'd My Lord what 's your opinion of the Bard Crispuâ— First Madam give me leave to hear your judgment Pon. I take him to be somewhat more then humane He speaks the Language of another World So well that his expressions are all Picture The fair Fawn the young Fox and the white Raven Is clearly my old Husband and his Children The Moon eâ—lyps'd that 's I whose light is drown'd Till your victorious Drums and Trumpets sound You have my sense give me your own I know Crispus to be a man of so much worth He scorns to flatter any Prince speak freely Crisp. E're we end our discourse I 'le clear that point She 'l find I am no flatterer I have watcht A long time for this opportunity aside To sâ—t a Lookâ—ng-glass before her Soul Then freely since I have it in command I think our Dâ—uids Prophets but our Bards Like all the tribe of Fortune-tellers Juglers Pon. Thâ—n you believe not this to be a Vision What do you think it is Crisp. Intelligâ—nce From his confederate Knaves you are betray'd Pon. And so you would advise not to proceed Crisp. Madam had I been of your Cabinet-Counsel You should not have begun it What 's your quarell Th' Opinion That Wives should not rule their Husbands For words spoken by a Child for then Prince Filamor was not sixteen years old You 'l ruine him his Sister and your Husband Strange grounds for murdring Princes and for Vesting All their Dominions in your self Pon. Yet Sir Some Counsellors that are as wise as You Have approv'd both the Grounds and the Design Cris. If by wise your Highness means Politique I grant those Counsellors were more wise than I For my simplicity will never flatter My Prince into a Deity I cannot Tell you that Princes are exempted from The Law of Nations that Revenge and Murdâ—r Stains in the Meane are Triumphs to the Great I cannot find out Presidents for Injustice Nor instance as your Flatterers have done That if particular Rights had been preserv'd The World had been unconquâ—r'd Macedon One private Kingdom still and Rome another Pon. What are the Mâ—xims upon which you build Cris. My Principles are Honesâ—y and Honour Jewels of value in a poor man's hand Inestinmable in a Prince's Breast How happy our Posterity will live Under a Prince charactâ—â—'d by a Druid Who prophecies that you little British Princes Shall kneel to one King and describes him Pon. How May we hear the description Crisp. I remember So much as shews the great disparity Between You and that Monarch Thus 't begins Now in Britain reigns a King Young and actâ—ve as the Spring And pray observe it Madam thus it ends
Metamorphosis In those three Poplars grow thy Sisters That Laurell Cloisters my coy Misâ—ris We two will untransâ—orm them now Phaë Aâ—-pow'rfull Father shew me how Apo. My sacred Tree That Conquerors and Poets browes Crown'st with thy immortall boughs From thunder free With Musique shaken cleave asunder The Laurell opens and in it appears Daphne Daph. Ay me a suddain clap of thunder Could not strike Daphne's heart so dead As does that Voice from which I fled To this Tree that whea th' Earth deny'd me Open'd and shut again to hide me False Laurell wer 't thou kind so long At last to sell me for a Song What hope that Strangers will be just When our old Friends betray their trust Cruell Apollo dost thou give Life to a Maid who fears to live Some gentler God take Daphne's part And close my Tree or break my Heart Apo. Sweet Nymph thy Panick Fear dismiss Apollo will not force a kiss Daph. Why then for Daphne do you call Apo. This is the Huntsman's Festivall We 'l only dance together Daph. Then Daphne may With honour say Apollo's welcome hither Phae. Dear Sisters that when I was drown'd Wept your selves into Poplar-Trees Now my Platonick Year's come round Enjoy the Light which Phaeton sees Phaethusa Phaeth I am here Phae. Lampethusa re-appear Lamp I come I come Phae. Lampetie live Lam. Thy Breath is my Restorative Chorus On the Huntsman's Feast Like Pris'ners releas'd Let 's dance and sing Till the Birds admire What new happy Quire Make the Woods ring And drawes the Sphears nigher No Pleasure transcends The Meeting of Friends Filamor Walks up to Caesarina Fil. Not Filamor but Cephalus begs the honour Of a Corant Caesari Cephalus'es Suit is granted Pontia Come my bold Sword-men now you 'l have imployment Exit Pontia Serg. and Gracchus Fil. May I presume to kiss the Princely hand To which I owe this honour Cae. Does my bounty Incourage begging you shall be content VVith the next favour you receive from me Exit Caesarina and Brianella Fil. So does the covetous Fav'rite lose his place By offering to impose upon free Grace Adolph My Sister 's too high-heaâ—ted to be govâ—rn'd Proud Minds like billowes in a storm are toss'd At their own rate but if you steer y' are lost Fil. What a dull fool was I to lose her thus Enter Brianella I hope not here comes one who can resolve me Dear friend leave me alone with my Gooâ— Angel Adol VVhat means he is the Devil his Good Angel My Mother's Messenger I 'l hear Adolph stands and listens her newes Fil. Now Brianella speak is 't life or death Briaâ—ella Life life Sir Princess Caesarina walks To gather Violets in the Lawne from thence She strikes up to the Lime-tree Grove come thither But keep your masking habit on she said If so by chance you met her in that Grove You might have better Audience as a Huntsman Then ever yet she gave you as a Prince Ad. How 's that my Mother has a Plot upon hiâ— This cannot be a Message from my Sister Fil. This Embassage shall put about thy neck A string of Pearl Bri. A string of hemp were fitter aside I am sure I deserve 't If you knew all Excuse me if my Lady call she may Suspect my absence Exit Brianella Adolph Filamor no haste You shall not go Fil. Then you shall kill me Adolph For if I live I 'l go Ad. You are not mad Do you know who invites you Brianella My Mother's Confident the Agent for Thy cruel Step-Mother who seeks thy blood Do you know what she said Is 't probable My Sister who scorn'd th' offer of a Crown VVill love a Masking Suit Fil. Was 't probable Your Sister would have danc'd with me yet she would And Brianella praeacquainted me With her intention non ore words I 'l go Exit Filamor Ad. A happy voyage I 'l be there before yoâ— She told him Caesarina's in the Lawne If he go thither 't is upon the Bow I know the String the strait path to the Grove And whosoever is to meet him there Shall find me on the place to answer for him Exit Adolph Enter Pontia Gracchus and Sergius Sergius Our Trade is to kill men we never yet Shed Woman's blood Gracchus But Madam for your service Pontia And my Reward you shall be so rewarded You 'l wish I had more Princess Violinda's For you to kill Grac. May we not have the honour Of murdering her brother Pon. That 's reserv'd For my hand none shall revenge Pontia But Pontia Serg. If the Prince your husband wants An Officer to cut his Throat Pon. For him I 'l provide meaner Instruments there 's Gold Jewels too You are Strangers and the Natives After this fact if thâ—y can take you will Tear you to pieces To prevent your danger You see my Groom waits for you with good horses Fly though for me you have lost Italy And must lose Briâ—ain wheresoe're you land You 'l make your selves a Country with that Treasure Romans farewell Grac. Our saddest losse is such A bounteous Mistrâ—sse Serg. And it wounds us deeper Then we can wound the Princess when our Swords Shall weep her blood Pon. But Gentlemen pray skill My Daughter-in-Law with as little fright To my own Daughter as is possible If you bind Caesarina bind her gently Exit Pontia Serg. As gently as these arms can bind a Lady To kill her Step-Daughter she gives me a stock Will keep me like a man on any Ground But before I leave Britain I'â— be bold To ravish her own Daughter I have had A Stomaâ—k â—o her long Grac. Meat for your Master Thou ravish her I 'l ravish her my self Room for your betters from the Gracchi I am Descended Serg. No degenerated Raskal When we play'd Prizes on the Stage at Rome Then wert not thou my Mimick did not I With this short Faucheon round about the Stage Chase thee in that high crown'd Hat with Gold-labells Grac. And what did I the while Ser. Why at my Head Helmet and all in which I wore this Fish Thou flungst a Casting-Net and crydst fear nothing I catch not you Sir I catch but your Fish Gracchus draws Grac. Upbraided with my Calling Ganlick-Rogue You Country-low did not I hear thee Beg Like a cow'd Slave the People's suff'rages To give thee leave to take up that white wand The Rudies which discharges Sword-Players From fâ—ar of playing Prizes by Command And wilt thou play a new Prize for a Princesse Come on Serg. Take notice of this Thumb reverst Sergius draws and bends his Thumb back The sign of death to Fencers Grac. Hold you puppy What Roman against Roman le ts draw Cuts Serg. Then I bend down my Thumb live to be hang'd The long cut carries her They draw cuts Gâ—ac Fortune 's a Slut To give the prop'rer man the shorter Cut No remedy I must content my self With Prinâ—ess Violinda Enter Caesarina and Violinda The Fencers seize them Seg.