Trojan wars although he had liv'd Annos bis centum tunc tertia vivitur aetas Two Ages then he in the third did live 5 Guiles and Guise When she hid him as in the second note 6 Telephus 7 The same knew how to wound and heal Telephus the K. of Mysia denying Achilles passage through his Country when he went to the wars of Troy they incountered together in which battle Telephus was wounded by Achilles for which wound he could attain no remedy Thereupon the Oracle being Consulted it was answered that he must seek the help from that which wounded him being then reconcil'd to Achilles he granted him some of the rust from that Speare with which he was wounded which immediately cured his wound 8 Thebos A City in Cilicia the Country of 9 Aelion The father of Andromach 10 Lyrnessus A City under the dition of Troy and the Country of 11 Briseis Otherwise Hippodamia who after the taking of the City fell by lot to Achilles 12 And Chrysa Cause of strife to us A City of Cilicia under the government of Mynes the husband of Briseis who was slain by Achilles When this City was taken Chrysis otherwise Astynome the daughter of Chryses the Priest of Apollo Smintheus was taken away by Agamemnon for whom her father with prayers and intreaties implored Agamemnon but not prevailing he sought aid of the God he Serv'd who forthwith annoy'd the Grecians Camp with so great a pestilence that Agamemnon was inforc'd to redeliver him his daughter being perswaded to it by Achilles But Agamemnon being enraged at the loss of his prize forceably took Brefeis from Achilles which begat an implacable feud between those two Princes insomuch that Achilles by no intreaties could be perswaded to the wars till Patroclus whom he dearly lov'd was slain in whose revenge he fought against Troy 13 Famous Tenedos An Island over against Troy very famous before those wars Tenedos notissima famâ Iusula dives opum Priami dum regna manebant Tenedos the Isle well Known By fame and rich whilst Priam held the Crown Virg. Aenaeid 1. 14 Thracian flocks It may be that the Greeks put their horses there to pasture which they might take from Rhesus King of Thrace which lay opposite to Tenedos 15 Sacred Cilla A Town in Cilicia famous for the Fane of Apollo 16 Caycus A river of Mysia running through the fields of Pergamus 17 Memnon See note 4 Act the first 18 The Amazon Penthesilea the Queen of the Amazons 19 To Helen Immolate that is for her sake rather than retard the fleet See note first second Act Scene first 20 Aeacides Achilles 21 To light his Grave The Ancients had a fond conceit that the Soul was inhumated with the body therefore for her better getting forth to go to the Seat of the happy they used to with that the Earth might lye light upon them for which there were many rites to the Diis Manibus performed as the powring Milk Hony Wine Oyle and Flowers upon the Grave * * So Eueas at his Fathers Tomb Virg. duo rite mero libans Carchefia Baccho Fundit tumi duo lacte novo duo sanguine sacto Purpureosque jacet flores powred two Bowles of rich wine on the floor Two of new milk and two of Sacred gore strewing the place with purple flowers As also sacrificing of beasts Nor was there a greater imprecation than that earth might lye heavy upon the Deceased 22 Wilt always rob us of our Spoyls As when he took Bryseis from her Father See Note 12. on this Scene 23 Thy Sute When Achilles and he were fallen out to reconcile whom Vlysses endevoured 24 A King of life bereave Priamus whom he flew See Note 14. Act 1. 25 Scyros See Note 2. on this Scene 26 No Brothers villany That was Atreus the Father of Agamemnon and Thyestes Atreus's Brother Thyestes had forc'd the Wife of Atreus for revenge This Atreus roasted his Children and put them before him to eat At the sight of which horrid fact the Sun was said to run back again towards the East 27 Our Kin Thetis Mother to Achilles 28 By a Maid See Note 2. on this Scene 29 Aeacus The Grandfather of Achilles 30 With Jove The Father of Aeacus who was a Judge in Hell and so Achilles Great grandfather 31 Thou who didst see the Grecian Fleet lose When the Navy lay wind-bound at Aulis it was by his Oracles that Iphigenia was sacrific'd by whose death they had a permission to proceed See Note 1. Act 2. Scene 1. 32 Ionia A Region of the lesser Asia between Caria and Aeolis Upon the Chorus 1 Souls the Bodies buried live Seneca according to the opinion of the Epicures brings in the Chorus questioning the Immortality of the Soul and making as if the Soul perishes with the Body an impious and unwarrantable tenent 2 When the next of kin shall close the Eyes It was the custom of the Ancients when any body was dying for the next or neerest of kin to receive the last breath of the dying party into his mouth and also to close his eyes being dead Thus Anna did to the dying Dido her Sister Virg. Aeneid 4. Extremus si quis super halitus errat Ore legam And if that any breath be wandering found My lips shall gather it 3 The Funeral Fire The Ancients did not inter the bodies of the dead but burned them because they were thereby made secure from the malice of their Enemies who had formerly used to dig the humated bodies out of their graves that they might revenge themselves upon the dead Corps This Pile was called Pyra built always in form of a Tabernacle 4 Pegasean motion That is Swift from Pegasus the winged Horse of Perseus who arose out of the blood of Medusa by him slain who when he took his flight to Heaven from Helicon rais'd the Rock with his foot from whence sprung the Muses fountain Hippocrene 5 Hecate The Moon from {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} from shouting or darting down her rayes She was called also Dea triformis Three form'd Goddess because she was call'd in Hell Hecate on the Earth Diana in Heaven Luna signifying the several Aspects of the Moon Luna when she is full of light said to be in Heaven Hecate when she is in the Change that she affords us no light at all then said to be in Hell Diana when it is between the full and the new then said to be on Earth 6 The Stygian Lake Hell on the region of Pluto From Styx which signifies Hateful a river of Hell had in great veneration by the gods themselves and to swear by Styx was an inviolable oath for whosoever of the gods brake it was devested of Immortality and kept from Nectar and Ambrosia a hundred yeers 7 Boreas The North-wind whose nature is to dissipite clouds 8 Time us and Chaos They held that all things at the appointed time the world and all should be chang'd
The pitifull Death oft for Life doth give Agam Your pity then the Virgin slayes I guesse Pyrrhus To slay a maid now think'st it wickednesse Agam It doth become a King for to prefer His Countrey t' his Children Pyrrhus No Law doth spare The Captive nor their punishment impede Agam But shame does what the Law doth not forbid Pyrrhus The Victor may do what he list by Law Agam He least of all should do who freely may Pyr. Why brag'st thou thus when it was Pyrrhus broke These conquered the ten years heavy yoak Agam 25 Scyros such valour breed Pyrrhus The same which knows 26 No brothers Villany Agam Which waves inclose Pyrrhus Forsooth our Kin I of the noble breed Of Atreus and Thyestus have heard Agam And I of thee conceiv'd in furtive play 28 B'a maid got by Achilles yet a Boy Pyrrhus The same Achilles whose Kin sparsed be Throughout the worlds Whose with the Gods The Sea With Thetis Hell with 29 Aeacus and Heaven 30 With Jove he holds Agam The same Achilles given To Death by Paris hand Pyrrhus The same whom hand To hand none of the Gods durst yet withstand Agam I can cease brawling truly and represse With punishment this your audaciousnesse But my Sword knows how to spare Captives Let Calchas the Gods interpreter be fet If Fates require I 'le yeild Enter Calchas Thou who didst set The Crecian 31 Fleet loose from their bonds and let To Wars who dost the Poles unlock To whom Beasts intrails Comets Thunder what to come Doth shew whose Oracles hath cost me wide dammage O Calchas with thy Councel guide Us and what God ordains do thou declare Calchas With wonted price their way the Grecians are To buy so Fates do Grant A maid must slain Be on the Tomb of the Thessalian Prince drest as the Thessalians when they wed Or like a 32 Ionian or a Mycene bride Pyrrhus must to his Father give the Maid So 't will be rightly done Not this hath staid Alone our Ships blood's due to blood 't is higher Than thine Polyxena the Fates require Astyanax thrown from a Tower shall be And lucky dye Then spread your Sails at Sea Exeunt omnes Enter Chorus of Trojan Women Is' t true Or fools do tales deceive That Soules 1 the Bodies buryed live 2 When next of kin shall close the eyes Last day obstruct the light of Skies And Urns sad ashes last enclose It boots not Soules to give to those Or is' t that wretches longer are Dye we not all of us no share Remains when with last flying breath The Soul past into Aire is with The mixed clouds and the bare trunk Into th' 3 funerall fire sunk Whatsoe're the Sun from East to West Beholds the Sea with blew waves prest In 's flux or reflux wets age will VVith a 4 Pegasian Motion spill VVith what pace the twelve Signes do fly VVith what course through the year doth hie The Stars Lord with what haste in her Oblique course 5 Hecate doth stir To death we run who once attains The 6 Stygian Lake no more remaines As the black fume which from the fire Mounts doth in a short space expire As 7 Boreas doth assunder blow The rain-big clouds we saw but now Just so flies hence our guide the breath After Death nothing Nothing 's Death Of a short life the last end Let The Greedy hope the Sad feare set Aside Where thou shalt be do'st quaere aside When dead where the unborn now are 8 Time us and Chaos doth devour Body and Soul yields to Death's power 9 The Realm of Dis and 10 Taenarus And the three-headed 11 Cerberus The black and Cruel monster that Sits Porter at th' unfacil gate Are idle tailes vain words and seem Like fables in a pensive Dream Act the III. Scene the I. Enter Andromach Senex Astyanax ANd why sad Trojans tare you thus your hairs Why knock your breasts wet your cheeks with tears Our ills are light if we can weep But now When long before to me fell Troy to you 1 When Acchillis drew my Hector's limbs o' th ground Whose burden made the Chariot grone I found Troy then o'return'd and fall'n By Ills I 'm made Dull stiff and without sense Were I not stay'd By my Astyanax after my husband I Would quickly follow He forbids to die 'T is he my Courage tames and makes me move As yet with some request the Gods above Time adds unto my misery The Chief * * Security to fear nothing Fruit of all ills h'as rob'd me of for grief But not for better luck a way is left Most wretched 't is to fear of Hope bereft Senex What sudden fear is this afflicts thee thus Andro. From one mischief a greater spring there do's The Fate of falling Troy yet has no end Senex What harms can God find if he would to send Andro. The dores and dens of Styx are op'd and from The bottom of his tomb our foe doth Come Lest that we dread should want Alone must the Way backward previous to the Grecians be Sure Death is Equal Common is the fright Which fears and grieves the Trojans What to night Scar'd me in sleep belong to me it may Senex What Sighs portend such fear declare I pray Andro. Two parts of Cherishing Night were almost fled And the Sev'n Stars bright wain was turn'd to bed When rest not usual did sad me surprise And a short sleep crep't o're my weari'd eyes Or rather Scupor of a mind be-scar'd When straight wayes Hector 'fore mine eyes appear'd Not as when he upon the Argives set And sought with flaming pines to burn their fleet Nor as when he the slaughter'd Grecians fought And they true Spoyles from 2 feign'd Achillis brought His Countenance no glorious beamings had But like to ours dejected was and sad His hair disorder'd hung And yet I Joy'd To see him when shaking his head he said Awake O faithful wife and take thy Son Let him be hid he is thy Hope alone Leave weeping Mourn'st thou for the fall of Troy Would that might onely fall Make hast the Boy The small stock of our house remove I shook With horror and cold shivering awoke Trembling my Eyes I cast now here now there The Child forgot I wretch for Hector quaere But the vain shade did through my hands retire O Child true off-spring of thy mighty Sire The Trojans onely hope and of our sad House and most ancient and most noble blood The onely stock How like thy Sire just that Visage my Hector had and such a gate And habit so he did 's strong hands advance His shoulders rear Threat with his Countenance So his spread hair his shoulders did adorn Too late for Troy too soon for me tho' art born Shall that day be that happy day when that Defender and Avenger of Troy's state Thou Pergamus rebuild shalt and bring home The Sparsed Citizens render the name To Troy and to the Trojeans Of my Fate I
for me to fear Your ills are by partakers easie made Me both the Greeks and Trojans ires invade You know not yet whose Pris'ners you shall be Without a Lot my Lord will straight take me I Cause of these wars and Troy's overthrow But 't was your fleet on Spartane Seas did row But if the Phrygians me a prey did make 9 Being Venus gift for her victory's sake Then pardon Paris Angery Menalaus Will shortly sharply Judge my Crime and Cause O Andromach stop thou thy tears and gain Polyxena to wedd I cann't refrain From weeping Andromach O what mighty Evill's this That Helen weeps why weeps she Tell what is Ulysses plot what wickedness doth he Contrive what must the Maid cast headlong be From the Idaean rocks must she be sent From the high Tower's highest Battlement Or from those rocks must she into the vast Sea which Segeon's clef• side bounds be cast Tell tell what 's hid in thy deceitful breast Alass this evill's worse than all the rest That Hecuba's and Priam's Son in Law Pyrrhus should be What plagues preparest say Shew and let 's not in our Misfortunes be Beguil'd To die we ready are you see Helena Would Calchas also would Command me to With Sword the Stays of hated life undoe Or that I might by Pyrrhus's cursed hand Be slain before Achilles tomb and stand O Polyxen a part'ner in thy woo Achilles doth Command that thou be to Him given that thou thy life ' fore's ashes yield That he thy Spouse may be i th' Elysian field An. See with what joy her death pronounc'd she hears With Princely ornaments her self she tires Her hair she suffers to be Curl'd It seems She Mariage Death and Death a Mariage deems But see my Mother swoons at this sad news She faints Arise take Courage Mother use Courage take heart How small a thread doth stay Her parting Soul A small thing Hecuba Can happy make She breaths She lives thus still Desired death fly from the wretched will Hecuba Doth yet Achilles Live to punish us Rebels he yet O Paris 10 hand that thus So lightly struck His Tomb and ashes they Thirst for our blood About my side a gay 11 Troop once did stand I wearied was to deal My Kisses and my Love amongst them all This onely 's left Hecuba's onely Child Companion joy she who my griefs beguild 12 I onely her call Child Unhappy still Fly hence Soul case me of this onely ill See Tears bedew her Cheeks a sudden shower From her dejected Countenance doth power Be glad O Child Cassandra would rejoyce Or Andromach to be espoused thus Andr. 'T is we 't is we O Hecuba 't is we Should be lamented scatter'd on the Sea And up and down dispers'd But Helen then Shall her dear Earth and Country see agen He You 'd grudge my State more did you know your own Andromach Is any part of my Torment unknown Helena The Fickle lot hath giv'n you masters shall Andramach Whose Servant who must I master Call Helena The * * Pyrrhus Scyrian youth by Lot doth Challenge thee Andromach Happy Cassandra 12 Phaebus sets thee free Helena The General has her Hecuba Is Hecuba by any claim'd Helena Thou art Ulisses's prey Hecuba What Cruel and unjust Lot sorting Guide Was this Princes to Princes that deny'd What God the Captives lots thus badly drew What Cruel Judge who for poor wretches knew Not how to chuse them Lords And whose dire hand Has gi'n us such unequal Fates who send Doth Hectar's mother to 13 Achilles Arms I 'm to Ulysses sent And now all harms Captivity and Death doth me behem Not of my Bondage but my Lord I am Asham'd He Hector's spoyle doth bear who does Achilles Arms bear Land that Seas inclose And barren shall that hold my grave Away Ulysses lead me for I make no stay My Lord I follow me my Fates The Sea May it no Calm retain But let it be With Winds disturb'd The Fates of Priamus And of my self wars Fire follow us So shall my pain prove gain to me so that Such prize Ulysses by his Lot may get But Pyrrhus with a hasty pace doth run And Cruel Look why stay'st thou Pyrrhus Come Priamus and She Pierce my breast too and let us now Conjoyne Old Priam's Murtherer fit this blood of mine Is by thee to be shed Polyxena Take hence and with her Cruel death beray The Gods above and eke below why should I you beseech To such rites Seas I would Have answerable On your mighty fleet And Ship that Carries me all Curses light Chorus Companions Sweeten Grief 't is found Less hard when Cries whole Swarmes resound Sorrow and Tears more gently bite When Troops with like tears are in sight Great grief desires still to see Many fellows in Miserie And not alone the pain to bear None nills when all suffer a share No man wretched himself doth hold If all are so Men rich in Gold Remove Remove all such that use To Cut rich land with a hunder'd ploughs And then the poors Cast minds will rise None 's poor but when he rich espies In great mishaps 't is Sweet to see In Sadness every face agree He doth his fate moan and deplore Who naked gains the sought-for shore By swiming from Shipwrack alone He danger less and 's Chance doth moan Who a Thousand ships did see Together swallow'd by the Sea Whilst Shipwrack'd planks spread on the Shore When that the 1 North-west wind doth rore Holding back the Constrained waves 2 Phrixus for Helle's drowning raves When that the Golden-fleeced Ram On 's guilded back bore she and him And she sell thence into the Sea 3 Deucalion and Pyrrha they When they nothing beheld but waves Where all but they had made their graves Griev'd less together Alass all we Anon shall seperated be And tossed Ships disjoyn our tears When that the Sayles the Mariners At Trumpet sound shall hoist and when With winds and hasty oars they from The flying Shores hast to the Deep What State of mind shall wretches keep When Seas increase and Earth grows small When 4 Ida high lye hidden shall Then Children to their Mothers they To th' Children where Troy stood shall shew And poynting with their fingers Cry That 's Troy where the Smoak on high Creeps to Heav'n The Trojans so By black Smoak shall their Country know Act the V. Scene the I. Nuncius Andromach Hecuba O Dire Cruel horrid miserable fare So sad and Cruel wickedness begat This ten years wars had not Andromacha's Grief shall I first Condole or Hecuba's Whose ills some e're thou moan'st thou mine dost Moan All others ills I bear they but their own For me all 's spoyl'd all wretches mine remain Nun. The Child 's flung from the Tow'r the Maid is slain But both bore death with an Heroick minde Andr. That double ill shew how to death assign'd Go to tell all for my indurate heart Desires to hear o' th' mischief every part Nun. 1
smiles Nor worlds of beauties shall my Heart provoke T' inconstant Change nor all th' intising guiles A proffer'd Love can give The world shall be First chang'd e're I yeild to Inconstancie The twinkling tapours of the Night shall fall First from their azure lodging Hecate Shall loose her light and a perpetual Mask weare of pitch And Heav'ns bright lamp shall be With darknesse overcome Night into Day Shall change and cold November into May The Sun shall backward course the VVorld about The fire shall cease combustibles to burn Soft gales shall put the flinty Rocks to rout And Neptune shall his fry to grasing turn Mountaines to Vailes valleys to Hills shall rise Plaines shall be made of Craggs that touch the Skies All beasts shall Metamorphos'd into stones Be and all Mortalls shall their exit prove Tormented Souls shall cease to fetch sad groans The Heav'ns rent from their center first shall move E're I to thee fair Cloris be unkind Repent me of my love or change my mind My Tongue may 't faulter may my lipps ne're move If unto other but to thee they shall Make protestations of a Serious love Cloris beleive I Heav'ns to witnesse call The Maid converted joyn'd her lips to his Gath'ring the first fruits of a greater bliss The Passionate Lover HAd I but winde and Lungs enough to tell How much I Love Had I a Stentor's voyce Had I ten thousand Tongues it would doe well To speak how much I Love my dearest Choyce Since wholly fill'd If I should not impart Loves might its energy would break my Heart Say my five senses has not Love's delight Bound all your powers with its amourous chains Disarm'd your Subjects Spoyl'd and robb'd you quite Can you ought rellish but Love's pleasing paines You now disgust all objects of this Ball Phillis is th' only object of you all When that my eye has light on Phillis face It tells my amorous Heart news good or bad By which or well th' alarm'd pulses Pace Or ill my looks by it are light or sad Doth sorrow dimm the Light of Phillis eye Joys and Contentment from my Bosome fly Does threatning Anger or disdaine appear Cloath'd in the Tyrian blushes in her Cheeks No Poet's art in verse can paint my fear Nor th' Horror and dismay my vitalls strikes I dumb and movelesse like a statue show Struck with the Thunder of her Angry brow The fearfull Light'ning nor the dreadfull voyce Of roaring Thunder nor the horrid Night Nor Ghosts nor Goblins nor tempestuous noise Of windes nor Earthquakes can my senses fright So much as when Phyllis with anger glows And from her quick Eyes scorn-tip't-Arrows throws If pleasing smiles sit on their rubie Throne If Joy is painted on her smoother brow My senses wrapt beyond the Sphears are thrown On bedds of pleasure and forget all woe With lesse Content the Miser doth behold His Stuffed Chests and full-cram'd bags of Gold My Eyes devou're each smile the more they gaze On Hers the more Contentment still they draw Her smiles the clue that leads me in that maze Her eyes give my obsequious Heart a Law For by her smiles or Frownes I meet delight Or Woe or mirth or Grief or Day or Night Seek all the World for pleasing objects and Dive to the bottom of the deepest Seas Fetch all the Treasures of the Indian strand The world's best Beauties none my fancy please Can like the Heaven of a pleasing smile Which kills me with excesse of Joy the while The sparkling Diamonds of the East I prize Below the value of her pretty Starrs There comes far richer glances from her eyes Her lipps than Pegues better Rubies wears Who round the World for daintest Roses seeks May finde them growing in my Phyllis cheeks The richest Treasures of the Earth seem poor Pearles Gold and Diamonds Natur 's richest Gems The World 's great Treasurie and Neptunes store A Lover such as I far lesse esteems Than th' object of his Love for more delight Than in all these I take in Phyllis sight But when the sweeter Musick of her tongue Like the blest voyce of Angels strikes my ears I harken us to Oracles a strang Lute in the hands of Orpheus the Spheares Sweet Melody the smooth tongu'd Orator Seem but a duller Harmonie to Her She charms me to a statue and amaz'd With so much Eloquence dumb I return No answers but by eyes my soul is rais'd Beyond the sphear of Words though joy'd I mourn To hear her pause or periodize her speech I then her to begin ag'in beseech When in the sweetest quavers of a song Her voyce she raises and with ' matchlesse straines Runs o're division with her warbling Tongue Hearts she as stones Amphion's musick gaines Harps Harpsicall all Violls Organes Lute Trumpets and all noyse else for shame be mute Cease duller straines all other voyces cease Sweet Philomel I pre'thee hold thy tongue You early Larkes and Thrushes hold your peace The best of Musick and of Birds among The humane and the feather'd Chores your choyce Layes rev'rence doe unto her sweeter voyce Though all the Musick in the World should be By Musick-masters of the rarest kinde Finger'd my eares would taste no Harmonie No joy my soul nor no content my mind Nor the Angelick Songs by me I feare So priz'd like that when I her Sonnets hear Had Sickness prison'd me in my Chamber long Or bound with closer fetters to my Bed As some by musick cur'd I by a Song Chaunted by her divine mouth should be fed With that Ambrosiack Essence that would give Ease to my paines and dying make me live My Ear then ravish'd equal with my eye Counts all sounds harsh but her sweet Musick and Commands all others to her melody To vaile and to her notes attentive stand As high Apollo to the Muses she Or Philomel 'mong other Birds must be The fragrant blasts of spicy Arabie Panchaean Myrrh Musk Civet Ambergreece All the perfumes of Indian Spicerie Must to the Sweetness of her breath give place Flora's sweet garlands in the Month of May No such delicious gales of sweetness pay My Soul as if exhal'd by her sweet breath Flies to that membrane which receieves the sent Raising the sluggish fantasie from Death Revives the braine and gives my Genius vent The cherishing Odors her sweet Hybla yields Excel the Diapasma's of the fields My soul upon no other food can feed But the rich Banquet and delicious fare Of her sweet presence when before her spread Then eas'd from trouble free from duller care She feeds the Stomach can no dainties tast Nor hunger whilst this better Banquet lasts When that with ardent boldnesse I aspire To touch with my profaner lips her hand I think no blisses in the World are higher No joys to that in competition stand My soul enflam'd into my lips doth fly Whilst on that bed of Lillies soft they lye But when a favour seldome shown I kiss The seat of smiles her tender
stile Who will not blush and fire his Face with Shame That thinks by Verset ' immortalize that Name Which charactrized in our Rithmes will give Life to our Lines and make our Fumes to live Whilst Charles shall flourish in mans memory Which shall till times supp'd up b' Eternity Bee Royal Phoebus gains no ray of Light By mortals praises he 't is gives them Sight So Brittains Son shall never live by verse But Men and Rithmes whilst they his Name reherse Shall flourish for the Theme these shall be read And live soul'd by him tho' himself be dead Dead ah more murthered and martyr'd too By cursed hands who once their deed shall rue That by Pretext of guilt and crimes do draw To th' block of Death the Head of Church and Law Both fell with thee great Monarch when that Fate Made thee a Martyr of the Church and State The Earth and all her mighty Monarchs stand Amaz'd and drooping dare not now command Benumm'd their Fingers cann't the Scepter sway Kings cannot rule nor people well obay Since by thy Death the Soul of Monarchie Has suffer'd and the Head of Majestie Chopp'd off no King now thinks himself secure Since Laws the Walls where Princes did immure Themselves from vulgar rage are wrested so That murthers issue whence Justice us'd to flow Asham'd and blushing Princes stand to see Themselves and regal acts outdone by thee To see the Glory of thy setting Sun Damp all the lustre of their splendid Noon Heav'n and the Lamp of day Nights Tapors tell England that they an Act to parrallel Its bloody deed ne'r yet beheld thy Stage O raging Isles the wonder of this Age And thou shalt blush dy'd with a Tyrian Stain Unless thou wash it quickly off again By some notorious Act as great as good And take away the stains of blood with blood And be the scorn of Nations whilst the Sun Shall in the twelve roads of the Zodiack Run No Pen can reach to words sufficient To speak thy Death no Elegy lament Thy fatal loss can in a strain that 's fit The more we strive the more fall short of it For thou 'rt a Theme too great for thoughts much lesse Can weaker words speak thee o'r unhappinesse In floods of brinie tears wee 'l ever tell And loyal hearts shall make the Ocean swell VVith sighs which will at last bring judgement down And ' wake th' Almightie's Justice for his own Rebells think not 'twas his o're-weight of sin That press'd him down alive he still had been But for the Nations crimes we first his life Took from him by our sins then with the knife God for a Notion's sins oft dealeth so Takes off the Righteous le ts the wicked go In mercy to the first to set them free From following plagues and suddain jeopardie So our yet bleeding Monarch was a gem Too good for us and we too bad for him Although the murtherers grant no monument Crown'd Heroe Fame his hasty missives sent To all Earth's Monarchs who allready have Counting the VVorld two little for thy grave Rear'd up a pyramis of high renown VVhich shall our-last the longest Monarchs crown VVhere long-live'd Fame upon its summit sings The fatal trag'die of the best of Kings In vaulting thee so close think let them not That e're their Regicede shall be forgot For though thou hidden under ground dost lye Their Names above ground rot and ne`r shall dye God turns Hells spiteful Arrows on his head The world Salvation gain'd Christ Crucified And murther'd Charles the Name of Martyr gains Tho' Life and three Crowns lost more now remains For him a Life Immortal and a Crown Of Shining Glory and of high Renown Which spight of Rebels Acts though he be Dead Shall now for ever Crown His Royal Head THE END