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A17956	The tragedie of Mariam, the faire queene of Iewry. VVritten by that learned, vertuous, and truly noble ladie, E.C.; Mariam	Cary, Elizabeth, Lady, 1585 or 6-1639.; Berkeley, Elizabeth, Lady, 1575-1635, attributed name.; Carey, Elizabeth, Lady, d. 1618, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 4613; ESTC S107482	37,003	72

death And let those traytors feele the worst of feares Now Salome will whine to begge his breath But I le be deafe to prayers and blind to teares Phero. He is my Lord from Salom diuorst Though her affection did to leaue him grieue Yet was she by her loue to you inforst To leaue the man that would your foes relieue Herod Then haste them to their death I will requite Thee gentle Mariam Salom I meane The thought of Mariam doth so steale my spirit My mouth from speech of her I cannot weane Exit Actus 4. Scoena 3. Herod Mariam Herod ANd heere she comes indeed happily met My best and deerest halfe what ailes my deare Thou doest the difference certainly forget Twixt Duskey habits and a time so cleare Mar. My Lord I suit my garment to my minde And there no cheerfull colours can I finde Herod Is this my welcome haue I longd so much To see my dearest Mariam discontent What i st that is the cause thy heart to touch Oh speake that I thy sorrow may preuent Art thou not Iuries Queene and Herods too Be my Commandres be my Soueraigne guide To be by thee directed I will woo For in thy pleasure lies my highest pride Or if thou thinke Iudaeas narrow bound Too strict a limit for thy great command Thou shalt be Empresse of Arabia crownd For thou shalt rule and I will winne the Land I le robbe the holy Dauids Sepulcher To giue thee wealth if thou for wealth do care Thou shalt haue all they did with him inter And I for thee will make the Temple bare Mar. I neither haue of power not riches want I haue enough nor doe I wish for more Your offers to my heart no ease can grant Except they could my brothers life restore No had you wisht the wretched Mariam glad Or had your loue to her bene truly tide Nay had you not desir'd to make her sad My brother nor my Grandsyre had not dide Her Wilt thou beleeue no oathes to cleere thy Lord How oft haue I with execration sworne Thou art by me belou'd by me ador'd Yet are my protestations heard with scorne Hercanus plotted to depriue my head Of this long setled honor that I weare And therefore I did iustly doome him dead To rid the Realme from perill me from feare Yet I for Mariams sake doe so repent The death of one whose blood she did inherit I wish I had a Kingdomes treasure spent So I had nere expeld Hercanus spirit As I affected that same noble youth In lasting infamie my name inrole If I not mournd his death with heartie truth Did I not shew to him my earnest loue When I to him the Priesthood did restore And did for him a liuing Priest remoue Which neuer had bene done but once before Mariam I know that mou'd by importunitie You made him Priest and shortly after die Herod I will not speake vnles to be beleeu'd This froward humor will not doe you good It hath too much already Herod grieu'd To thinke that you on termes of hate haue stood Yet smile my dearest Mariam doe but smile And I will all vnkind conceits exile Mari. I cannot frame disguise nor neuer taught My face a looke dissenting from my thought Herod By heau'n you vexe me build not on my loue Mari. I wil not build on so vnstable ground Herod Nought is so fixt but peeuishnes may moue Mar. T is better sleightest cause then none were foūd Herod Be iudge your selfe if euer Herod sought Or would be mou'd a cause of change to finde Yet let your looke declare a milder thought My heart againe you shall to Mariam binde How oft did I for you my Mother chide Reuile my Sister and my brother rate And tell them all my Mariam they belide Distrust me still if these be signes of hate Actus 4. Scoena 4. Herod VVHat hast thou here Bu. A drinke procuring loue The Queene desir'd me to deliuer it Mar. Did I some hatefull practise this will proue Yet can it be no worse then Heauens permit Herod Confesse the truth thou wicked instrument To her outragious will t is passion sure Tell true and thou shalt scape the punishment Which if thou doe conceale thou shalt endure Bu. I know not but I doubt it be no lesse Long since the hate of you her heart did cease Herod Know'st thou the cause thereof Bu. My Lord I gesse Sohemus told the tale that did displease Herod Oh Heauen Sohemus false Goe let him die Stay not to suffer him to speake a word Oh damned villaine did he falsifie The oath he swore eu'n of his owne accord Now doe I know thy falshood painted Diuill Thou white Inchantres Oh thou art so foule That Ysop cannot clense thee worst of euill A beautious body hides a loathsome soule Your loue Sohemus mou'd by his affection Though he haue euer heretofore bene true Did blab forsooth that I did giue direction If we were put to death to slaughter you And you in blacke reuenge attended now To adde a murther to your breach of vow Mar. Is this a dream Her Oh Heauen that t' were no more I le giue my Realme to who can proue it so I would I were like any begger poore So I for false my Mariam did not know Foule pith contain'd in the fairest rinde That euer grac'd a Caedar Oh thine eye Is pure as heauen but impure thy minde And for impuritie shall Mariam die Why didst thou loue Sohemus Mar they can tell That say I lou'd him Mariam saies not so Herod Oh cannot impudence the coales expell That for thy loue in Herods bosome glowe It is as plaine as water and deniall Makes of thy falsehood but a greater triall Hast thou beheld thy selfe and couldst thou staine So rare perfection euen for loue of thee I doe profoundly hate thee Wert thou plaine Thou shoul'dst the wonder of Iudea bee But oh thou art not Hell it selfe lies hid Beneath thy heauenly show Yet neuer wert thou chast Thou might'st exalt pull downe command forbid And be aboue the wheele of fortune plast Hadst thou complotted Herods massacre That so thy sonne a Monarch might be stilde Not halfe so grieuous such an action were As once to thinke that Mariam is defilde Bright workmanship of nature sulli'd ore With pitched darknes now thine end shall bee Thou shalt not liue faire fiend to cozen more With heauy semblance as thou cousnedst mee Yet must I loue thee in despight of death And thou shalt die in the dispight of loue For neither shall my loue prolong thy breath Nor shall thy losse of breath my loue remoue I might haue seene thy falsehood in thy face Where coul'dst thou get thy stares that seru'd for eyes Except by theft and theft is foule disgrace This had appear'd before were Herod wise But I 'me a sot a very sot no better My wisedome long agoe a wandring fell Thy face incountring it my wit did fetter And made me for delight my

my brothers tongue that cast this doubt I frō his hart would haue the question out With this keene fauchion but t is you my Lord Against whose head I must not lift a sword I am so tide in gratitude Const. belieue You haue no cause to take it ill If any word of mine your heart did grieue The word discented from the speakers will I know it was not feare the doubt begun But rather valour and your care of me A coward could not be your fathers sonne Yet know I doubts vnnecessarie be For who can thinke that in Anthonius fall Herod his bosome friend should scape vnbrusde Then Caesar we might thee an idiot call If thou by him should'st be so farre abusde Babus 2. Sonne Lord Constab: let me tell you this Vpon submission Caesar will forgiue And therefore though the tyrant did amisse It may fall out that he will let him liue Not many yeares agone it is since I Directed thither by my fathers care In famous Rome for twice twelue monthes did liue My life from Hebrewes crueltie to spare There though I were but yet of boyish age I bent mine eye to marke mine eares to heare Where I did see Octauious then a page When first he did to Iulions sight appeare Me thought I saw such mildnes in his face And such a sweetnes in his lookes did grow Withall commixt with so maiesticke grace His Phisnomy his Fortune did foreshow For this I am indebted to mine eye But then mine eare receiu'd more euidence By that I knew his loue to clemency How he with hottest choller could dispence Const. But we haue more then barely heard the news It hath bin twice confirm'd And though some tongue Might be so false with false report t' abuse A false report hath neuer lasted long But be it so that Herod haue his life Concealement would not then a whit auaile For certaine t' is that she that was my wife Would not to set her accusation faile And therefore now as good the venture giue And free our selues from blot of cowardise As show a pittifull desire to liue For who can pittie but they must despise Babus first sonne I yeeld but to necessitie I yeeld I dare vpon this doubt ingage mine arme That Herod shall againe this kingdome weeld And proue his death to be a false alarme Babus second sonne I doubt it too God grant it be an error T is best without a cause to be in terror And rather had I though my soule be mine My soule should lie then proue a true diuine Const. Come come let feare goe seeke a dastards nest Vndanted courage lies in a noble brest Actus 2. Scoena 3. Doris and Antipater Dor. YOur royall buildings bow your loftie side And scope to her that is by right your Queen Let your humilitie vpbraid the pride Of those in whom no due respect is seene Nine times haue we with Trumpets haughtie sound And banishing sow'r Leauen from our taste Obseru'd the feast that takes the fruit from ground Since I faire Citie did behold thee last So long it is since Mariams purer cheeke Did rob from mine the glory And so long Since I returnd my natiue Towne to seeke And with me nothing but the sense of wrong And thee my Boy whose birth though great it were Yet haue thy after fortunes prou'd but poore When thou wert borne how little did I feare Thou shouldst be thrust from forth thy Fathers doore Art thou not Herods right begotten Sonne VVas not the haples Doris Herods wife Yes ere he had the Hebrew kingdome wonne I was companion to his priuate life VVas I not faire enough to be a Queene Why ere thou wert to me false Monarch tide My lake of beauty might as well be seene As after I had liu'd fiue yeeres thy Bride Yet then thine oath came powring like the raine Which all affirm'd my face without compare And that if thou might'st Doris loue obtaine For all the world besides thou didst not care Then was I yong and rich and nobly borne And therefore worthy to be Herods mate Yet thou vngratefull cast me off with scorne When Heauens purpose raisd your meaner fate Oft haue I begd for vengeance for this fact And with deiected knees aspiring hands Haue prayd the highest power to inact The fall of her that on my Trophee stands Reuenge I haue according to my will Yet where I wisht this vengeance did not light I wisht it should high-hearted Mariam kill But it against my whilome Lord did fight With thee sweet Boy I came and came to try If thou before his bastards might be plac'd In Herods royall seat and dignitie But Mariams infants here are onely grac'd And now for vs there doth no hope remaine Yet we will not returne till Herods end Be more confirmd perchance he is not slaine So glorious Fortunes may my Boy attend For if he liue hee 'll thinke it doth suffice That he to Doris shows such crueltie For as he did my wretched life dispise So doe I know I shall despised die Let him but proue as naturall to thee As cruell to thy miserable mother His crueltie shall not vpbraided bee But in thy fortunes I his faults will smother Antipat. Each mouth within the Citie loudly cries That Herods death is certaine therefore wee Had best some subtill hidden plot deuise That Mariams children might subuerted bee By poisons drinke or else by murtherous Knife So we may be aduanc'd it skils not how They are but Bastards you were Herods wife And foule adultery blotteth Mariams brow Doris They are too strong to be by vs remou'd Or else reuenges foulest spotted face By our detested wrongs might be approu'd But weakenesse must to greater power giue place But let vs now retire to grieue alone For solitarines best fitteth mone Actus secundus Scoena 4. Silleus and Constabarus Silleus WEll met Iudean Lord the onely wight Silleus wisht to see I am to call Thy tongue to strict account Const. For what despight I ready am to heare and answere all But if directly at the cause I gesse That breeds this challenge you must pardon me And now some other ground of fight professe For I haue vow'd vowes must vnbroken be Sill. What may be your expectation let me know Const. Why ought concerning Salom my sword Shall not be welded for a cause so low A blow for her my arme will scorne t' afford Sill. It is for slandering her vnspotted name And I will make thee in thy vowes despight Sucke vp the breath that did my Mistris blame And swallow it againe to doe her right Const. I prethee giue some other quarrell ground To finde beginning raile against my name Or strike me first or let some scarlet wound Inflame my courage giue me words of shame Doe thou our Moses sacred Lawes disgrace Depraue our nation doe me some despight I 'm apt enough to fight in any case But yet for Salome I will not fight Sill. Nor I for ought but

Salome My sword That owes his seruice to her sacred name Will not an edge for other cause afford In other fight I am not sure of fame Const. For her I pitty thee enough already For her I therefore will not mangle thee A woman with a heart so most vnsteady Will of her selfe sufficient torture bee I cannot enuy for so light a gaine Her minde with such vnconstancie doth runne As with a word thou didst her loue obtaine So with a word she will from thee be wonne So light as her possessions for most day Is her affections lost to me t is knowne As good goe hold the winde as make her stay Shee neuer loues but till she call her owne She meerly is a painted sepulcher That is both faire and vilely foule at once Though on her out-side graces garnish her Her mind is fild with worse then rotten bones And euer readie lifted is her hand To aime destruction at a husbands throat For proofes Iosephus and my selfe do stand Though once on both of vs she seem'd to do at Her mouth though serpent-like it neuer hisses Yet like a Serpent poysons where it kisses Silleus Well Hebrew well thou bark'st but wilt not bite Const. I tell thee still for her I will not fight Sille: Why then I call thee coward Const: From my heart I giue thee thankes A cowards hatefull name Cannot to valiant mindes a blot impart And therefore I with ioy receiue the same Thou know'st I am no coward thou wert by At the Arabian battaile th' other day And saw'st my sword with daring valiancy Amongst the faint Arabians cut my way The blood of foes no more could let it shine And t was inameled with some of thine But now haue at thee not for Salome I fight but to discharge a cowards stile Here gins the fight that shall not parted be Before a soule or two indure exile Silleus Thy sword hath made some windowes for my blood To shew a horred crimson phisnomie To breath for both of vs me thinkes t were good The day will giue vs time enough to die Const: With all my hart take breath thou shalt haue time And if thou list a twelue month let vs end Into thy cheekes there doth a palenes clime Thou canst not from my sword thy selfe defend What needest thou for Salome to fight Thou hast her and may'st keepe her none striues for her I willingly to thee resigne my right For in my very soule I do abhorre her Thou seest that I am fresh vnwounded yet Then not for feare I do this offer make Thou art with losse of blood to fight vnfit For here is one and there another take Silleus I will not leaue as long as breath remaines Within my wounded body spare your words My heart in bloods stead courage entertaines Salomes loue no place for feare affords Const: Oh could thy soule but prophesie like mine I would not wonder thou should'st long to die For Salome if I aright diuine Will be then death a greater miserie Sille Then list I le breath no longer Const: Do thy will I hateles fight and charitably kill I I they fight Pittie thy selfe Silleus let not death Intru'd before his time into thy hart Alas it is too late to feare his breath Is from his body now about to part How far'st thou braue Arabian Silleus very well My legge is hurt I can no longer fight It onely grieues me that so soone I fell Before faire Salomes wrongs I came to right Const: Thy wounds are lesse then mortall Neuer feare Thou shalt a safe and quicke recouerie finde Come I will thee vnto my lodging beare I hate thy body but I loue thy minde Silleus Thankes noble Iew I see a courtious foe Sterne enmitie to friendship can no art Had not my heart and tongue engagde me so I would from thee no foe but friend depart My heart to Salome is tide so fast To leaue her loue for friendship yet my skill Shall be imploy'd to make you fauour last And I will honour Constabarus still Const: I ope my bosome to thee and will take Thee in as friend and grieue for thy complaint But if we doe not expedition make Thy losse of blood I feare will make thee faint Chorus TO heare a tale with eares preiudicate It spoiles the iudgement and corrupts the sence That humane error giuen to euery state Is greater enemie to innocence It makes vs foolish heddy rash vniust It makes vs neuer try before we trust It will confound the meaning change the words For it our sence of hearing much deceiues Besides no time to Iudgement it affords To way the circumstance our eare receiues The ground of accidents it neuer tries But makes vs take for truth ten thousand lies Our eares and hearts are apt to hold for good That we our selues doe most desire to bee And then we drowne obiections in the flood Of partialitie t is that we see That makes false rumours long with credit past Though they like rumours must conclude at last The greatest part of vs preiudicate With wishing Herods death do hold it true The being once deluded doth not bate The credit to a better likelihood due Those few that wish it not the multitude Doe carrie headlong so they doubts conclude They not obiect the weake vncertaine ground Whereon they built this tale of Herods end Whereof the Author scarcely can be found And all because their wishes that way bend They thinke not of the perill that ensu'th If this should proue the contrary to truth On this same doubt on this so light a breath They pawne their liues and fortunes For they all Behaue them as the newes of Herods death They did of most vndoubted credit call But if their actions now doe rightly hit Let them commend their fortune not their wit Actus tertius Scoena prima Pheroras Salome Phero. VRge me no more Graphina to forsake Not twelue howers since I married her for loue And doe you thinke a sisters power cane mak A resolute decree so soone remoue Salome Poore minds they are that honour not affects Phero: Who hunts for honour happines neglects Salom. You might haue bene both of felicitie And honour too in equall measure seasde Phero: It is not you can tell so well as I What t is can make me happie or displeasde Salome To match for neither beautie nor respects One meane of birth but yet of meaner minde A woman full of naturall defects I wonder what your eye in her could finde Phero: Mine eye found louelines mine eare found wit To please the one and to enchant the other Grace on her eye mirth on her tongue doth sit In lookes a child in wisedomes house a mother Salom But say you thought her faire as none thinks else Knowes not Pheroras beautie is a blast Much like this flower which to day excels But longer then a day it will not last Phero: Her wit exceeds her beautie Salo: Wit may show The way to ill

long to come within his vew That he may know his wife did guiltles fall And heere he comes Your Mariam greets you well Enter Herod Herod What liues my Mariam ioy exceeding ioy She shall not die Nun. Heau'n doth your will repell Herod Oh doe not with thy words my life destroy I prethy tell no dying-tale thine eye Without thy tongue doth tell but too too much Yet let thy tongues addition make me die Death welcome comes to him whose griefe is such Nunti. I went amongst the curious gazing troope To see the last of her that was the best To see if death had hart to make her stoope To see the Sunne admiring Phoenix nest VVhen there I came vpon the way I saw The stately Mariam not debas'd by feare Her looke did seeme to keepe the world in awe Yet mildly did her face this fortune beare Herod Thou dost vsurpe my right my tongue was fram'd To be the instrument of Mariams praise Yet speake she cannot be too often fam'd All tongues suffice not her sweet name to raise Nun. But as she came she Alexandra met Who did her death sweet Queene no whit bewaile But as if nature she did quite forget She did vpon her daughter loudly raile Herod Why stopt you not her mouth where had she words To darke that that Heauen made so bright Our sacred tongue no Epithite affords To call her other then the worlds delight Nun. Shee told her that her death was too too good And that already she had liu'd too long She said she sham'd to haue a part in blood Of her that did the princely Herod wrong Herod Base picke-thanke Diuell Shame t was all her glory That she to noble Mariam was the mother But neuer shall it liue in any storie Her name except to infamy I le smother What answere did her princely daughter make Nun. She made no answere but she lookt the while As if thereof she scarce did notice take Yet smilde a dutifull though scornefull smile Her Sweet creature I that looke to mind doe call Full oft hath Herod bene amaz'd withall Nun. Go on she came vnmou'd with pleasant grace As if to triumph her arriuall were In stately habite and with cheerfull face Yet eu'ry eye was moyst but Mariams there When iustly opposite to me she came She pickt me out from all the crue She beckned to me cald me by my name For she my name my birth and fortune knew Herod What did she name thee happy happy man Wilt thou not euer loue that name the better But what sweet tune did this faire dying Swan Afford thine care tell all omit no letter Nun. Tell thou my Lord said she Her Mee ment flie mee I st true the more my shame I was her Lord Were I not made her Lord I still should bee But now her name must be by me adord Oh say what said she more each word she sed Shall be the food whereon my heart is fed Nun: Tell thou my Lord thou saw'st me loose my breath Herod Oh that I could that sentence now controule Nun. If guiltily eternall be my death Her: I hold her chast eu'n in my inmost soule Nun: By three daies hence if wishes could reuiue I know himselfe would make me oft aliue Herod Three daies three houres three minutes not so much A minute in a thousand parts diuided My penitencie for her death is such As in the first I wisht she had not died But forward in thy tale Nun: Why on she went And after she some silent praier had sed She did as if to die she were content And thus to heau'n her heau'nly soule is fled Herod But art thou sure there doth no life remaine I st possible my Mariam should be dead Is there no tricke to make her breathe againe Nun: Her body is diuided from her head Her: Why yet me thinkes there might be found by art Strange waies of cure t is sure rare things are don By an inuentiue head and willing heart Nun: Let not my Lord your fancies idlely run It is as possible it should be seen That we should make the holy Abraham liue Though he intomb'd two thousand yeares had bene As breath againe to slaughtred Mariam giue But now for more assaults prepare your eares Herod There cannot be a further cause of mone This accident shall shelter me from feares What can I feare already Mariams gone Yet tell eu'n what you will Nun: As I came by From Mariams death I saw vpon a tree A man that to his necke a cord did tie Which cord he had designd his end to bee When me he once discern'd he downwards bow'd And thus with fearefull voyce she cride alowd Goe tell the King he trusted ere he tride I am the cause that Mariam causeles dide Herod Damnation take him for it was the slaue That said she ment with poisons deadly force To end my life that she the Crowne might haue Which tale did Mariam from her selfe diuorce Oh pardon me thou pure vnspotted Ghost My punishment must needes sufficient bee In missing that content I valued most Which was thy admirable face to see I had but one inestimable Iewell Yet one I had no monarch had the like And therefore may I curse my selfe as cruell T was broken by a blowe my selfe did strike I gaz'd thereon and neuer thought me blest But when on it my dazled eye might rest A pretious Mirror made by wonderous art I prizd it ten times dearer then my Crowne And laide it vp fast foulded in my heart Yet I in suddaine choler cast it downe And pasht it all to peeces t was no foe That robd me of it no Arabian host Nor no Armenian guide hath vsde me so But Herods wretched selfe hath Herod crost She was my gracefull moytie me accurst To slay my better halfe and saue my worst But sure she is not dead you did but iest To put me in perplexitie a while T were well indeed if I could so be drest I see she is aliue me thinkes you smile Nun: If sainted Abel yet deceased bee T is certaine Mariam is as dead as hee Her: Why then goe call her to me bid her now Put on faire habite stately ornament And let no frowne ore shade her smoothest brow In her doth Herod place his whole content Nun: Shee l come in stately weedes to please your sence If now she come attirde in robe of heauen Remember you your selfe did send her hence And now to you she can no more be giuen Herod Shee 's dead hell take her murderers she was faire Oh what a hand she had it was so white It did the whitenes of the snowe impaire I neuer more shall see so sweet a sight Nun: T is true her hand was rare Her: her hand her hands She had not singly one of beautie rare But such a paire as heere where Herod stands He dares the world to make to both compare Accursed Salome hadst thou bene still My Mariam had bene