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A06982	The true tragedy of Herod and Antipater with the death of faire Marriam. According to Iosephus, the learned and famous Iewe. As it hath beene, of late, diuers times publiquely acted (with great applause) at the Red Bull, by the Company of his Maiesties Reuels. Written by Geruase Markham, and William Sampson. Gentlemen.	Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.; Sampson, William, 1590?-1636. aut	1622 (1622)	STC 17401; ESTC S112199	49,092	84

soone obscur'd From her that as her life did tender thee Q. Alex. Haue patience t is a fruitlesse Dialogue Since to the dead you speake withdraw him hence His Conscience is vnburthened he secure On his long Iourney wander'd and beleeu 't The causers of his woe shall follow him By all that 's good they shall second me Fate And let reuenge once murder cruel hate Exit Alex. Ad. Eu. No I le preuent you Salumith shall know All your designes and how your actions goe Exit Eunuch Enter Herod Niraleus Animis Hillus and Attendants Her Where is Niraleus what haue you tane suruey Of all the holy Building May 't be said Herod in it hath out-gone Salomon Nir. Dread Sir it may nay and so farre out-gone As Sunshine petty Starre-light Her Come discourse The manner of the Building Nir. Briefly thus The Temple which King Salomon set vp In honor of the God of Israel Being by your great Mightinesse defac'd Is thus by you restor'd The generall Frame In height in breadth in length is euery way Fully an hundred Cubits and besides Twenty lies hid in the Foundation The matter is white Marble euery Stone Twelue Cubits broad and eight i th' outward part So curiously contriu'd that not a hayre Differs in all the Building euery Gate Is clos'd in gold and so enchast and set With precious Stones that neuer till this day Saw mortall man so rich a Iewelry The Tops and Thresholds Siluer and each Barre Studded with knobs of shining Diamonds Close to the holy Building stands a Court Of square Proportion euery way stretcht out Seauen hundred and twenty Cubits all the Wall Is made of massie Siluer and adornd With Pillars of white Marble from whose base Toth ' top are forty Cubits and thereon Mounted such curious Walkes and Galleries That thence you may behold the Fishes dance Within the Riuer Cedron all the Floore Is pau'd with Marble Touch and Iuory And on the golden Gate is finely wrought A flaming Sword which by Inscription Threats death to all dare enter Her What 's within Nir. Within this Court is fram'd a curious Vine Of perfect Gold the Body and large Armes Of shining Gold brought from Arabia The Sprayes and lesser Branches are compact Of Ophyr Gold more red and radiant The Tops and Twines whereon the Clusters hang Are yellow Gold wrought in Assyria The Fruit it selfe is Christall and so ioynd That when the Sunne looks on them they reflect And vary in their colours seuerall wayes According to their Obiects To conclude Such Art such Wealth and Wonder in the Frame Is ioynd and wed together that the World Shall neuer see it equal'd but this Truth Shall still hang on it as a Prophesie Blush Art and Nature none below the Sunne Shall euer doe what Herod now hath done Her Enough th' ast giuen me satisfaction and forthwith In solemne wise I le haue it consecrate Vnto the God of Israel how now Why comes our Sister thus amazedly Enter Salumith and the Eunuch Sal. Sir I beseech you for your royall health And for the Kingdomes safety you 'l be pleas'd To heare this Eunuch speake and howsoere Yaue vow'd no more to heare Conspiracies Yet Sir in this regard him and admit He may make knowne what may endanger you Her Whence is the Eunuch Sal. Belonging to Alexandra Her Let him speake freely Eu. It pleas'd my Lady Sir this other day Hearing how desperately strong sicknesse rag'd Vpon Prince Pheroas for some speciall cause To goe and visite him she found him pain'd Both in his minde and body vttering forth Many distracted Speeches some against Your Highnesse person most against himselfe Saying he had maliciously accus'd The late Queene most vniustly in the end He makes his Lady from his Study bring A Violl fild with Poyson saying this Was for the King prepared and by those That had least cause to hurt him vvhen he had View'd it and shew'd the venome he bequeathes The Violl to his Lady giues her charge Of safe and curious keeping till his eyes Were clos'd in death for euer but that done To cast it forth and spill it on the ground Where none that liues might know it this scarse spoke His Soule forsakes his Body but the Glasse My Lady and his sad Wife doth preserue I feare for your destruction Marriams Soule Hath strong reuengement promis'd Her T is enough Th' ast told me likely danger Hillus with Your Guard attach the Wife of Pheroas Then search the house and whatsoere you finde Like Poyson see you bring me Animis With your Guard ceaze my Mother goe away Be carefull be happy An. Doubt vs not Ex. An. Hil. Her Still shall I thus be hunted and compel'd To turne head on mine owne blood Is there left Nothing to guard me but my Cruelty Then let my Passion conquer and keepe downe All Mercy from appearing Sal. Sir t will be A royall Iustice in you who not knowes The Lybian Lyons neuer dare approach The walls wheron their spoiles hang Wolues we see Fly from the sound of those Drums which we know Are headed with their owne Skins Sir beleeu 't Seuerity brings safety Her T is most true And I will hence begin to study it How now whom haue you there Enter Hillus with his Guard bringing in Adda in a Chaire Hil. Sir t is the wife of the deceased Pheroas Her By what meanes comes she thus disabled Hil. By her owne fatall mischiefe when she saw I did approach her Dwelling first she barres All Dores against my passage then her selfe Mounts vp into a Turret which orelookes What euer stands about it thence she calls And asks me what I came for I declar'd The pleasure of your Greatnesse and with tearmes Fit for her royall Calling wisht she would Obey what I must finish She returnes An answer like her fury said she would Nor yeeld to you nor mine authority Which anger being ouer she cry'd see Thus will I flye to Herod and that spoke Downe from the Turret did she throw her selfe As if a VVhirle-winde tooke her which perceiud I made the Soldiers catch her yet the force Came with such deadly violence that some She struck dead vnderneath her and her selfe Bruiz'd as you see and wounded By our meanes Hath yet so much life left as may resolue VVhat we cannot discouer Her What of the Poyson Hil. No where to be found Sal. T was a strange desperate hazard Her But a toy They which dare doe dare suffer desperate Soule Doe not play with more mischiefe but confesse VVhere is the Poyson which thy treacherous Lord Hauing for me prouided did conuay Vnto thy charge and keeping Ad. Sir I vow There nere was any giuen me neither had My Lord a thought so odious Her Come t is false Nor can you now outstrip me to denye Is but to adde to sorrow or confesse Or drinke of more affliction Sal. Madam doe It will be too apparant trust the King I le sue and begge

be a God And finde out Truth by Miracle Her No more Y. Arist. No more yes sure if euery word I speake Should naile me to destruction Mighty Sir Fauour your owne repentance doe not spill The innocent bloud vniustly for th' account Is heauy as damnation to your selfe And to your owne become a Daniel Her I le heare no more P. Alex. O sacred Sir you must Vpon my knees I begge compassion Compassion for my Mother Y. Arist. To this ground Wee le grow eternally till you vouchsafe To grant her mercy or to giue her Cause A larger course of tryall Her Once againe I charge you to forget her P. Alex. How forget The chast wombe which did beare vs or the paps Which gaue vs sucke Can there in Nature be A Lethargie so frozen Y. Arist. Nay what 's more Can we forget her holy Stocke deriu'd From all the blessed Patriarchs in whom You and our selues are glorious O dread Sir Haue mercy on her goodnesse P. Alex. Mercy Sir Her How am I vext with importunity Away to Execution if againe I doe command t is fatall Y. Arist. And if we Indure it let vs perish brother draw The Princes draw And let our good swords guard her Sir y 'aue broke A linke in Natures best chaine and her death Conuerts vs to your mortall enemies Her What am I brau'd by Traitors Villaines force Way to the Execution or you perish P. Alex. Mother hold life but one houre and wee 'l rescue you The Princes force through the guard Antipater drawes stands before Herod all the rest conuey away the Prisoners Alexandra wringing her hands Did euer Kings owne bowels thus become The Typhon of sedition or can 't be I could beget these Serpents I ft be so Vnder the Aetna of their damned pride I le smoother and consume them Ant. Sir I know Your wisedome such as can discerne what t is At once to feare to suffer and to dye By th' hand of sterne ambition which i th' end Makes still her habitation like the place Where poyson growes so naked and so bare That dust disdaines t' abide there Her Passing true But I le root out that vengeance yet againe When I awake my memory to looke Vpon her sweetnesse goodnesse and conceiue That no affaire no wisedome or fond zeale Which oft attainteth others could touch her O then me thinkes I might at least haue breath'd Before I had condemn'd her Iustice should i th darke of these confusions borne a Torch Before Truth and mine anger but alas Folly and Rashnesse led me and I 'ue lost All my delight at one throw Antipater Goe runne flye O stay the Execution Ant. Willingly Yet please you first to thinke Whether the act hurt not your Maiestie Kings in these waighty causes must not play At fast and loose their wordes are Oracles And iudgement should pursue them Her Good no more goe stay the Execution Ant. Not on earth is there a man more willing Yet when Kings condemne themselues of rashnesse Who can blame contempt to follow after Her Lord to see how time is lost with talking Antip. I am gone Offers to goe and returnes Yet Sir beleeu 't the Maiesty which strikes Against contempt shall nere recouer it Her Yet againe Ant, Sir I can vanish quickly yet behold Heere 's one can saue my labour Enter Pheroas Her Speake my Lord where is my Queene O where 's my Marriam Phe. Sir she is dead Her Dead Be the world dead with her for on earth There 's no life but her glory yet declare How dyed the wofull Lady Phe. Like a Saint Like did I say O Sir so farre beyond That neuer Saint came neere her president She did not goe as one that had beene led To take a violent parting but as Fate Had in her owne hands thrust her Destiny Saying or liue or dye whilst she that knew The one and th' others goodnesse did agree Onely to dye as th' act most excellent Her Mothers bitter railings all the cries Of the amazed People mou'd not her No not one poore small twinckle of her eye But with a constancie that would outface The brazen front of terror she assends Vp to the fatall Scaffold and but once Lookt round about the people then lifts vp Her snow-white hands to Heauen Talkes to it as if she had beene in it then fals downe Vpon her humble knees which as they bent You might behold humility retire Downe to her heart and left within her eyes Nothing but sweetnesse flaming whilst vpon And round about her Maiestie did hang And cloath her as a garment to be briefe Shee tooke the stroke not as a punishment But a reward so Saint-like hence she went Her Enough too much th' ast slaine me Pheroas O I haue lost in her death more true ioyes Then Heauen can giue or earth is worthy of I am a Traitor to my selfe and loue To Nature Vertue Beauty Excellence I haue destroy'd the whole world for but her It had no Soule nor mouing no delight No triumph glory or continuance I cannot liue to lose her call her backe Or I shall dye complaining Ant. This is strange Can the dead be awaken'd Her Easily Sir My sighes shall breath life in her and my voyce Rouze her as doth a Trumpet nay more lou'd Then either winde or Thunder canst thou thinke That I can liue without her she to whom The whole world was a Theater where men Sate viewing her good actions she that had As much right vnto Paradise as Kings Haue to their Courts and Kingdomes shee that lent Mintage to others beauties for none are Or good or faire but such as lookt like her Shee in whose body sweetly was contain'd Th' Easterne Spicery the Westerne treasure And all the world holds happy may it be That I can liue and want her or could I With one sad breath destroy her she that had In her owne thoughts read all that ere was writ To better or instruct vs Shee that knew Heauen so well on Earth that being there Shee finds no more then she did thinke on heere And haue I kild her She whose very dreames Were more deuout then our Petitions Haue I prophan'd that Temple Fall O fall Downe to the ground and perish nere looke vp But when or Blastings Mildewes Lightenings Or poysonous Serenes strike thee Herod heere O heere digge vp thy graue with sorrow Ant. Fie t is vnfit Greatnesse should yeeld to passion Her Y' are a foole He that not mournes for her will neuer mourne But is worse then the Diuell Marriam O Marriam thou that through the Spheares As through so many golden Beads hast runne In one poore moment to felicity Looke downe vpon thy Vassall me thy Slaue And see how much I languish let thine eye Guild my complaints and cheere my misery Phe. O oyall Sir take better comfort There was nere on Earth a Creature worth your sorrow Her Sir you lie deadly and falsly for she doth deserue The

come home in Triumph all his Plots He holds as strong as Fate is nothing feares So braue his minde inchants him how at last He falls to vtter ruine sit and see No man hath power to out-worke Destinie Exit Finis Actus quarti ACT. 5. Scoena 1. Enter Antipater and Niraleus Anti. O Niraleus so liberall was the royall brested Casar As farre exceeds all thought or iust expression When he establisht me Iudea's King His bounty did so farre extend it selfe That euen his Court appeard a Paradise The People like so many Demi-Kings Himselfe the great Vice-gerent ore them all Nir. Caesar is royall and Antipater deseruing Ant. Me thinks as in a Mirror still I see Augustus dealing yellow Arabian gold Amongst the vulgar in Antipaters name So louely were his lookes so Angel-like his words The very thought strikes me into a Rapture O I could laugh my selfe breathlesse in conceit To thinke on those faire honors we receiu'd Nir. Liue to deserue euer Enter 3. Lords laughing and pointing scornfully at Antipater Ant. How now what Motion-mongers are these S'death what meane they Doe they make mee a Batchellor Cuckold But that I would know the intent I could be very angry but I le not minde 'em 1. That 's he was carried in triumph through Rome 2. Poore Young-man thy Greatnes must downe 3. He scornd being great to looke on Pouerty But now Pouerty scornes Basenesse farewell 1. Your Greatnesse will haue a cold welcome home 2. See how he lookes 1. Pittifully pale 1. I doubt hee 'l runne mad 2. Come let 's leaue him Ha ha ha Exeunt Antip. Has Nature stampt me with Deformity Am I of late transform'd Am I the Owle So lately made for Birds to wonder at Is 't so I thinke I am my selfe I haue my Voyce My Legs my Hands my Head Face Eyes and Nose I 'm disproportion'd no way that I know of Then why doe these Wood-cracks wonder at me I could be naturally vex't and haue good cause for 't But I le be patient walke obserue here comes a friend Enter Animis walking by Antipater Ani. My Lord You are vndone Ant. Ha noble Animis what gone so soone Ant. Noble Hillus Enter Hillus Hil. My Lord Your necke is broke Exit Ant. Ha! what 's that strange entertainment y' are vndone Whom should this be for me it cannot be No I am a King and t is a hard matter to vndoe a King Pish there 's no Morall in these foolish words Your Necke is broke a Banquerout's Sentence We are vnlimited both in Wealth and State As boundlesse as the Sea freer in guift No t is not their words can breed amazement But their strange looks gestures and geerings at me Instruct me good Niraleus thou art an honest man How shewes this disrespect strangely doe's it not Nir. Nothing nothing Sir Courtiers you know are apish T is onely some new Proiect they haue to entertaine you Ant. Proiects for entertainment Well th' are strange And I finde something troubles mee Nir. What ayle you Sir D' yee faint Y' are wondrous pale You change Colour strangely D' yee bleed Ant. A Drop nothing but a Drop Nir. T is ominous Ant. True and I finde something that staggers me I will retire my selfe from Court to day Nir. Retire from Court O name it not for shame Least you incurre a publike Scandall on you Why should you flye from that most couets you Will you obscure your Sunne-beames in their height Couer your Glories in their Mornings rise Those that now geered then will laugh outright When lookes can put Antipater to flight No forage on and like a daring Lion Single your Game let not pale Feare dismay you Appeale for Iustice to Heroicke Herod Gainst those that thus contemn'd your Soueraignty True Valour in the weakest Trench doth lie Then beare you brauely on and scorne to flye Ant. Th' ast new created me I loue this Honor That is by merit purchas'd second me then And let the worst of fortunes fall vpon me This Guard I le keepe grapling this Sword Though wall'd with Pikes I le beat my passage through And to great Herod make my Supplication He that feares Enuy shall be sure to finde it But he securest that the least doe's minde it Stay a new Onset Enter Animis with a Guard Ani. Great Antipater Ant. I that sounds nobly why not this before Ani. This cause and this Authority Wips forth his Sword Niraleus Ant. What betraid and sleeping taken Slaues let me goe I le to the King for Iustice Ha yee caught the Lambe within the Lions Denne Cowardly wretches O for my good Sword And liberty to gratulate your Trecheries Nir. Your Treasons must be first answer'd Sir Til then you must to Prison Ant. Ha Niraleus art thou my accuser Haue I within my bosome kept a Snake To sting mee first Trecherous Lords My Treasons 'gainst whom or by whom acted Innocence protect me guide me to Herod That to his sacred person I may tell The Iniuries Antipater does suffer He comes O happy houre Iustice Iustice Sir Enter Herod Hillus and Attendants Her The Iustice that you merit hence away with him Ant. O sacred Herod heare thy Vassall speake Consider what I am thy Sonne if my offences Proue preiudiciall to thee I le lay my life As foot-stoole to thy mercies O consider I neuer was that disobedient Sonne That did in any thing oppose his Father But with a greedinesse still ranne to act Ere thy Command was past if these Honours These titular glories great Augustus gaue me If these offend my Soueraigne cut them off Raze them from off my head and let me be Any thing but Herods scorne no misery Can worke vpon me halfe that troubled griefe As does one frowne from those thy glorious eyes Let not those white haires now be staind with blood Blood of thine owne begetting euery drop In me from thee had being canst thou be so vnkind To cast thy selfe away O sacred Sir I see compassion in your tender eyes Weeping for me that mone your miseries Her Through what a Labyrinth is mercy led Rise in our fauour euermore belou'd Nir. Rise in your fauour O Herod be more iust As thou art King so be a God in Iustice The blood of Babes cryes for thine equity Remember but his Strattagems forepast All which acquitting you are accessary Thinke first on Aristobulus fell death Your two braue Sonnes and noble Iosephs fall Next Pheroas your Brother O your natiue blood And Alexandra that most innocent Lady Vniustly and vntimely brought to death All through his poysnous Complots Her All these are past and cannot be recal'd Nir. Let not his smooth words Sir intice you to him In stillest Riuers are the greatest dangers If none of these can moue you to doe Iustice Whose Soules yet houering still doe cry Reuenge Yet there is one whose cause must not be slipt Though Cannons roare yet must not you be deafe But like the glory you were made for be A

Creation Why I was lost but now and now againe Am found as great as euer thus can Fate Change and rechange at pleasure he that would Haue kil'd is kil'd in killing foolish Fiends You are deceiu'd to leaue me I shall liue To make you bound to mine Iniquity Indeed I shall and make Posterity Cite onely my example then my Soule Sit and sleepe out thy dangers Antipater sits downe and slumbers then Enter Herod Augustus Niraleus Archelaus Antipas and Hillus Her O royall Caesar this grace thus perform'd In my poore Visitation makes my Soule A Bondslaue to thy Vertue Aug. T is no more Then what your worth may challenge onely Sir This violence on your person by your selfe Must craue my reprehension Her T is but fit Yet royall Caesar what should Nature doe When like to me it s growne vnnaturall Turn'd a deuouring Serpent eating vp The whole Frye it ingendred nay the armes And branches of it's body Sir 't was I That kil'd the vertuous high Priest Aristobulus Enter E. Aristobulus and Q. Alexandra like Ghosts See where he comes bright Angel-like O stay Doe not afflict me further how he moues Like gentle ayre about me see to him Enters his royall Mother hold O hold I doe confesse my vengeance and will shed My life-bloud to appease you Aug. Why this is But fancy which torments you here appeares Nothing that 's strange about vs Her See my Sonnes Enter P. Alexander Y. Aristobulus and Marriam My louely Boyes t is true I murder'd you Come take reuenge and spare not art thou there O let me flye and catch thee bee'st thou Flame Blastings or mortall Sicknesse yet I dare Leape and imbrace my dearest Marriam Marriam O Marriam Villanes let me goe You shall not hold me from her O a Sword A Sword for Heauens mercy for but death Nothing can ioyne me to her Aug. This is strange Nor haue I seene Passion more powerfull See you hold him fast Her Shall I not reach my comfort then O come You that my wrath hath iniur'd sticke sticke here The Arrowes of your Poyson so it workes it workes Nir. A Slumber ouertakes him Aug. Let him rest Enter like Ghosts Pheroas Achitophel Disease Tryphon Ant. Hold O hold whither is courage vanish't Poxe of feares And Dreames imaginations shall I turne Coward whilst I am sleeping No I le laugh Euen in my Graue at all my Villaines Yes in despight of thee and thee and both Your damned base Brauadoes ha ha ha My Mountebanke and s Zany How can Hell Spare such neate skipping Raskals What my fine Neate shauing amorous Barber See I dare Face and out-face yee all I Death himselfe For none of you but dyed most worthily Ha I am now transfigur'd stand away Accuse me not you blessed Innocents O you doe breake my brest vp teare my Soule And burne Offence to an Anatomy I know my mischiefe slew you giue me leaue And I le become both Priest and Sacrifice They will not haue mine Offering see th' are gone And I am onely fool'd with Visions Sit and sleepe out Phantasmas Her Ha ha ha This Vision doth not scarre me that you fell 'T was Iustice and my Vertue all your threats Doe but augment my Triumph go pack hence Exe. Ghosts Enter Animis I grieue for naught but iniur'd innocence Ani. Where is the King my Maister Aug. What 's thy will Ani. Emperiall Sir T is from Antipater Her Antipater speake forth I heare thee that 's a sound Euer craues mine attention Ani. Gracious Sir The rumour of your death when it had fild The City flew to him Her Yes and then How tooke he my departing Come I see Strange things in thy deliuerance speake speake free How tooke he that sad Message Ani. Not toth ' heart Aug. No 't was enough the count'nance languished Ani. That was as light as any Her On thy life Tell me his whole demeanour Ani. Sir in briefe When I had told the fatall Accident Both of your wound and dying sodaine mirth Ranne through him like a Lightning and he seemd Onely a flame of Iest and Merriment His ioy was past example and he swore His sinnes had made him King of Israel What shall I say if threatnings or reward Could but haue bought his freedome at my choyce Lay all my heart could number Her Peace no more I thinke what thou canst vtter O this Sonne This Bastard Sonne hath onely ruind me Hell neuer knew his equall all my sinnes Are but the seeds he planted fie O fie Aug. Do not afflict your selfe t is Iustice now Shall take the Cause in handling Captaines harke And harke Niraleus doe as I command Be vigilant and serious goe away Whisper Exe. Animis Niraleus the Guard Ant. It shall be so these Visions are to me Like Old-wiues Tales or Dreames of Goblins And shall passe like them scorn'd and iested at Why what to me is Conscience if I could Neglect it in my whole Course shall I now Now when the Goale is gotten stand affraid Of such poore morall Shadowes No t is here Harden'd by Hell and Custome which shall keepe And out-face all such Battry I 'm my selfe A King a royall King and that deare Ioy Shall bury all Offences Herod's dead And in his Graue sleepe my distemperance Enter Niraleus Animis bearing a Crowne and a Guard Nir. Health to the King of Iuda Ant. Ha what 's that Ani. Long life vnto the King Antipater Is the newes true then is the Old man dead The wretched poore Old man and haue my Starres Made me the man I wisht for O you are My Nightingales of comfort and shall sing Notes farre aboue your Fortunes Nir. Sir hee 's dead And in his death hath giuen you all that Rome Before confirm'd vpon you which we thus Fixe on your sacred Temples onely craue You will be pleas'd as Herod did desire That ere you do ascend the Soueraigne Chayre First to behold his Body and on it Bestow one Teare or naturall Sacrifice Ant. O t is a Rent most ready Teares in me Are like Showers in the Spring time euer blacke But neuer farre from Sunshine Come I haue A longing heart and busie thoughts which knowes There 's much to doe in little time away I long to meet my glory neuer hower Was Crown'd with better fate or stronger power Exeunt Enter Hillus Officers with the Scaffold the Executioner Aug. This Preparation's honest so dispatch And place these mortall Triumphs handsomely Sirrah conceale your person let no feare Make his feare grow too early Exe. T is my Lord My part to couch like Mischiefe close but sure When I breake out I 'm fatall Her Thou speakst truth Would this day did not need thee t is a world To thinke how strong our cares are and how weake All things which doe but looke like comfort there 's Not left in me a shadow not a breath Of any hope hereafter this Bastards faith On which so much I doted to