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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

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

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

THE TRAGEDIE OF MARIAM THE FAIRE Queene of Iewry Written by that learned vertuous and truly noble Ladie E. C. LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede for Richard Hawkins and are to be solde at his shoppe in Chancery Lane neere vnto Sargeants Inne 1613 TO DIANAES EARTHLIE DEPVTESSE and my worthy Sister Mistris Elizabeth Carye WHen cheerfull Phoebus his full course hath run His sisters fainter beams our harts doth cheere So your faire Brother is to mee the Sunne And you his Sister as my Moone appeere You are my next belou'd my second Friend For when my Phoebus absence makes it Night Whilst to th' Antipodes his beames do bend From you my Phoebe shines my second Light Hee like to SOL cleare-sighted constant free You LVNA-like vnspotted chast diuine Hee shone on Sicily you destin'd bee T' illumine the now obscurde Palestine My first was consecrated to Apollo My second to DIANA now shall follow E. C. The names of the Speakers Herod King of Iudea Doris his first Wife Mariam his second Wife Salome Herods Sister Antipater his sonne by Salome Alexandra Mariams mother Sillius Prince of Arabia Constabarus husband to Salome Phaeroras Herods Brother Graphina his Loue Babus first Sonne Babus second Sonne Annanell the high Priest Sohemus a counsellor to Herod Nuntis Bu another Messenger Chorus a Companie of Iewes The Argument HErod the sonne of Antipater an Idumean hauing crept by the fauor of the Romanes into the Iewish Monarchie married Mariam the daughter of Hircanus the rightfull King and Priest and for her besides her high blood being of singular beautie hee reputiated Doris his former Wife by whome hee had Children This Mariam had a Brother called Aristobolus and next him and Hircanus his Graund-father Herod in his Wiues right had the best title Therefore to remooue them he charged the first with treason and put him to death and drowned the second vnder colour of sport Alexandra Daughter to the one and Mother to the other accused him for their deaths before Anthony So when hee was forc'te to goe answere this Accusation at Rome he left the custodie of his wife to Iosephus his Vncle that had married his Sister Salome and cut of a violent affection vnwilling any should enioy her after him hee gaue strict and priuate commaundement that if hee were slaine shee should be put to death But he returned with much honour yet found his Wife extreamely discontented to whom Iosephus had meaning it for the best to proue Herod loued her reuealed his charge So by Salomes accusation hee put Iosephus to death but was reconciled to Mariam who still bare the death of her Friends exceeding hardly In this meane time Herod was againe necessarily to reuisite Rome for Caesar hauing ouerthrowne Anthony his great friend was likely to make an alteration of his Fortune In his absence newes came to Ierusalem that Caesar had put him to death their willingnes it should be so together with the likelyhood gaue this Rumor so good credit as Sohemus that had suceeded Iosephus charge succeeded him likewise in reuealing it So at Herods returne which was speedy and vnexpected he found Mariam so farre from ioye that she shewed apparant signes of sorrow Hee still desiring to winne her to a better humour she being very vnable to conceale her passion fell to vpbraiding him with her Brothers death As they were thus debating came in a fellow with a Cuppe of Wine who hired by Salome saide first it was a Loue potion which Mariam desired to deliuer to the King but afterwards he affirmed that it was a poyson and that Sohemus had tolde her somewhat which procured the vehement hate in her The King hearing this more moued with Iealousie of Sohemus then with this intent of poyson sent her away and presently after by the instigation of Salome she was beheaded Which rashnes was afterward punished in him with an intollerable and almost Frantike passion for her death Actus primus Scoena prima Mariam sola HOw oft haue I with publike voyce runne on To censure Romes last Hero for deceit Because he wept when Pompeis life was gone Yet when he liu'd hee thought his Name too great But now I doe recant and Roman Lord Excuse too rash a judgement in a woman My Sexe pleads pardon pardon then afford Mistaking is with vs but too too common Now doe I finde by selfe Experience taught One Object yeelds both griefe and ioy You wept indeed when on his worth you thought But ioyd that slaughter did your Foe destroy So at his death your Eyes true droppes did raine Whom dead you did not wish aliue againe When Herod liu'd that now is done to death Oft haue I wisht that I from him were free Oft haue I wisht that he might lose his breath Oft haue I wisht his Carkas dead to see Then Rage and Scorne had put my loue to flight That Loue which once on him was firmely set Hate hid his true affection from my sight And kept my heart from paying him his debt And blame me not for Herods Iealousie Had power euen constancie it selfe to change For hee by barring me from libertie To shunne my ranging taught me first to range But yet too chast a Scholler was my hart To learne to loue another then my Lord To leaue his Loue my lessons former part I quickly learn'd the other I abhord But now his death to memorie doth call The tender loue that he to Mariam bare And mine to him this makes those riuers fall Which by an other thought vnmoistned are For Aristobolus the lowlyest youth That euer did in Angels shape appeare The cruell Herod was not mou'd to ruth Then why grieues Mariam Herods death to heare Why ioy I not the tongue no more shall speake That yeelded forth my brothers latest dome Both youth and beautie might thy furie breake And both in him did ill befit a Tombe And worthy Grandsire ill did he requite His high Assent alone by thee procur'd Except he murdred thee to free the spright Which still he thought on earth too long immur'd How happie was it that Sohemus minde Was mou'd to pittie my distrest estate Might Herods life a trustie seruant finde My death to his had bene vnseparate These thoughts haue power his death to make me beare Nay more to wish the newes may firmely hold Yet cannot this repulse some falling teare That will against my will some griefe vnfold And more I owe him for his loue to me The deepest loue that euer yet was seene Yet had I rather much a milke-maide bee Then be the Monarke of Iudeas Queene It was for nought but loue he wisht his end Might to my death but the vaunt-currier proue But I had rather still be foe then friend To him that saues for hate and kills for loue Hard-hearted Mariam at thy discontent What flouds of teares haue drencht his manly face How canst thou then so faintly now lament Thy truest louers death a deaths disgrace I now mine eyes you

maintaine Might haue reioyc'd to be my brothers wife Mar. My betters farre base woman t' is vntrue You scarce haue euer my superiors seene For Mariams seruants were as good as you Before she came to be Iudeas Queene Sal. Now stirs the tongue that is so quickly mou'd But more then once your collor haue I borne Your fumish words are sooner sayd then prou'd And Salomes reply is onely scorne Mar. Scorne those that are for thy companions held Though I thy brothers face had neuer seene My birth thy baser birth so farre exceld I had to both of you the Princesse bene Thou party Iew and party Edomite Thou Mongrell issu'd from reiected race Thy Ancestors against the Heauens did fight And thou like them wilt heauenly birth disgrace Sal. Still twit you me with nothing but my birth What ods betwixt your ancesters and mine Both borne of Adam both were made of Earth And both did come from holy Abrahams line Mar. I fauour thee when nothing else I say VVith thy blacke acts I le not pollute my breath Else to thy charge I might full iustly lay A shamefull life besides a husbands death Sal. T is true indeed I did the plots reueale That past betwixt your fauorites and you I ment not I a traytor to conceale Thus Salome your Mynion Ioseph slue Mar. Heauen dost thou meane this Infamy to smother Let slandred Mariam ope thy closed eare Selfe guilt hath euer bene suspitious mother And therefore I this speech with patience beare No had not Salomes vnstedfast heart In Iosephus stead her Constabarus plast To free her selfe she had not vsde the art To slander haplesse Mariam for vnchast Alex. Come Mariam let vs goe it is no boote To let the head contend against the foote Actus primus Scoena quarta Salome Sola LIues Salome to get so base a stile As foote to the proud Mariam Herods spirit In happy time for her endured exile For did he liue she should not misse her merit But he is dead and though he were my Brother His death such store of Cinders cannot cast My Coales of loue to quench for though they smother The flames a while yet will they out at last Oh blest Arabia in best climate plast I by the Fruit will censure of the Tree T is not in vaine thy happy name thou hast If all Arabians like Silleus bee Had not my Fate bene too too contrary When I on Constabarus first did gaze Silleus had beene obiect to mine eye Whose lookes and personage must allyes amaze But now ill Fated Salome thy tongue To Constabarus by it selfe is tide And now except I doe the Ebrew wrong I cannot be the faire Arabian Bride What childish lets are these Why stand I now On honourable points T is long agoe Since shame was written on my tainted brow And certaine t is that shame is honours foe Had I vpon my reputation stood Had I affected an vnspotted life Iosephus vaines had still bene stuft with blood And I to him had liu'd a sober wife Then had I neuer cast an eye of loue On Constabarus now detested face Then had I kept my thoughts without remoue And blusht at motion of the least disgrace But shame is gone and honour wipt away And Impudencie on my forehead sits She bids me worke my will without delay And for my will I will imploy my wits He loues I loue what then can be the cause Keepes me for being the Arabians wife It is the principles of Moses lawes For Contabarus still remaines in life If he to me did beare as Earnest hate As I to him for him there were an ease A separating bill might free his fate From such a yoke that did so much displease Why should such priuiledge to man be giuen Or giuen to them why bard from women then Are men then we in greater grace with Heauen Or cannot women hate as well as men I le be the custome-breaker and beginne To shew my Sexe the way to freedomes doore And with an offring will I purge my sinne The lawe was made for none but who are poore If Herod had liu'd I might to him accuse My present Lord But for the futures sake Then would I tell the King he did refuse The sonnes of Baba in his power to take But now I must diuorse him from my bed That my Silleus may possesse his roome Had I not begd his life he had bene dead I curse my tongue the hindrer of his doome But then my wandring heart to him was fast Nor did I dreame of chaunge Silleus said He would be here and see he comes at last Had I not nam'd him longer had he staid Actus primus Scena quinta Salome Silleus Silleus WEll found faire Salome Iudaeas pride Hath thy innated wisedome found the way To make Silleus deeme him deified By gaining thee a more then precious pray Salo. I haue deuisde the best I can deuise A more imperfect meanes was neuer found But what cares Salome it doth suffice If our indeuours with their end be crown'd In this our land we haue an ancient vse Permitted first by our law-giuers head Who hates his wife though for no iust abuse May with a bill diuorce her from his bed But in this custome women are not free Yet I for once will wrest it blame not thou The ill I doe since what I do'es for thee Though others blame Silleus should allow Solleus Thinkes Salome Silleus hath a tongue To censure her faire actions let my blood Bedash my proper brow for such a wrong The being yours can make euen vices good Arabia ioy prepare thy earth with greene Thou neuer happie wert indeed till now Now shall thy ground be trod by beauties Queene Her foote is destin'd to depresse thy brow Thou shalt faire Salome commaund as much As if the royall ornament were thine The weaknes of Arabias King is such The kingdome is not his so much as mine My mouth is our Obodas oracle Who thinkes not ought but what Silleus will And thou rare creature Asias miracle Shalt be to me as It Obodas still Salome T is not for glory I thy loue accept Iudea yeelds me honours worthy store Had not affection in my bosome crept My natiue country should my life deplore Were not Silleus he with home I goe I would not change my Palastine for Rome Much lesse would I a glorious state to shew Goe far to purchase an Arabian roome Silleus Far be it from Silleus so to thinke I know it is thy gratitude requites The loue that is in me and shall not shrinke Till death doe seuer me from earths delights Salom. But whist me thinkes the wolfe is in our talke Be gone Silleus who doth here arriue T is Constabarus that doth hither walke I le find a quarrell him from me to driue Sille. Farewell but were it not for thy commaund In his despight Silleus here would stand Actus primus Scena Sexta Salome Constabarus Const: OH Salome how much

firtill ground Sal. Then let the fire deuoure her Her T' will not bee Flame is from her deriu'd into my heart Thou nursest flame flame will not murther thee My fairest Mariam fullest of desert Salom. Then let her liue for me Herod Nay she shall die But can you liue without her Sal. doubt you that Herod I 'me sure I cannot I beseech you trie I haue experience but I know not what Salom. How should I try Her Why let my loue be slaine But if we cannot liue without her sight You le finde the meanes to make her breathe againe Or else you will bereaue my comfort quite Sal. Oh I I warrant you Herod What is she gone And gone to bid the world be ouerthrowne What is her hearts composure hardest stone To what a passe are cruell women growne She is return'd already haue you done I st possible you can command so soone A creatures heart to quench the flaming Sunne Or from the skie to wipe away the Moone Salo. If Mariam be the Sunne and Moone it is For I already haue commanded this Her But haue you seene her cheek Sal. A thousand times Herod But did you marke it too Sal. I very well Herod What i st Sal. A Crimson bush that euer limes The soule whose foresight doth not much excell Herod Send word she shall not dye Her cheek a bush Nay then I see indeed you markt it not Sal. T is very faire but yet will neuer blush Though foule dishonors do her forehead blot Herod Then let her die t is very true indeed And for this fault alone shall Mariam bleed Sal. What fault my Lord Herod What fault i st you that aske If you be ignorant I know of none To call her backe from death shall be your taske I 'm glad that she for innocent is knowne For on the brow of Mariam hangs a Fleece Whose slenderest twine is strong enough to binde The hearts of Kings the pride and shame of Greece Troy flaming Helens not so fairely shinde Salom. T is true indeed she layes them out for nets To catch the hearts that doe not shune a baite T is time to speake for Herod sure forgets That Mariams very tresses hide deceit Her Oh doe they so nay then you doe but well Insooth I thought it had beene haire Nets call you them Lord how they doe excell I neuer saw a net that show'd so faire But haue you heard her speake Sal. You know I haue Her: And were you not amaz'd Sal. No not a whit Her Then t' was not her you heard her life I le saue For Mariam hath a world amazing wit Salo. She speaks a beautious language but within Her heart is false as powder and her tongue Doth but allure the auditors to sinne And is the instrument to doe you wrong Herod It may be so nay t is so shee 's vnchaste Her mouth will ope to eu'ry strangers eare Then let the executioner make haste Lest she inchant him if her words he heare Let him be deafe lest she do him surprise That shall to free her spirit be assignde Yet what boots deafenes if he haue his eyes Her murtherer must be both deafe and blinde For if he see he needs must see the starres That shine on eyther side of Mariams face Whose sweet aspect will terminate the warres Wherewith he should a soule so precious chase Her eyes can speake and in their speaking moue Oft did my heart with reuerence receiue The worlds mandates Pretty tales of loue They vtter which can humane bondage weaue But shall I let this heauens modell dye Which for a small selfe-portraiture she drew Her eyes like starres her forehead like the skie She is like Heauen and must be heauenly true Salom. Your thoughts do raue with doating on the Queen Her eyes are ebon hewde and you 'll confesse A sable starre hath beene but seldome seene Then speake of reason more of Mariam lesse Herod Your selfe are held a goodly creature heere Yet so vnlike my Mariam in your shape That when to her you haue approached neere My selfe hath often tane you for an Ape And yet you prate of beautie goe your waies You are to her a Sun burnt Blackamore Your paintings cannot equall Mariams praise Her nature is so rich you are so poore Let her be staide from death for if she die We do we know not what to stop her breath A world cannot another Mariam buy Why stay you lingring countermaund her death Salo. Then you le no more remember what hath past Sohemus loue and hers shall be forgot T is well in truth that fault may be her last And she may mend though yet she loue you not Her: Oh God t is true Sohemus earth and heau'n Why did you both conspire to make me curst In cousning me with showes and proofes vneu'n She show'd the best and yet did proue the worst Her show was such as had our singing king The holy Dauid Mariams beautie seene The Hittits had then felt no deadly sting Nor Bethsabe had neuer bene a Queene Or had his sonne the wisest man of men Whose fond delight did most consist in change Beheld her face he had bene staid agen No creature hauing her can wish to range Had Asuerus seene my Mariams brow The humble Iewe she might haue walkt alone Her beautious vertue should haue staid below Whiles Mariam mounted to the Persian throne But what auailes it all for in the waight She is deceitfull light as vanitie Oh she was made for nothing but a bait To traine some haples man to miserie I am the haples man that haue bene trainde To endles bondage I will see her yet Me thinkes I should discerne her if she fainde Can humane eyes be dazde by womans wit Once more these eyes of mine with hers shall meet Before the headsman doe her life bereaue Shall I for euer part from thee my sweet Without the taking of my latest leaue Salo: You had as good resolue to saue her now I le stay her death t is well determined For sure she neuer more will breake her vow Sohemus and Iosephus both are dead Herod She shall not liue nor will I see her face A long heald wound a second time doth bleed With Ioseph I remember her disgrace A shamefull end ensues a shamefull deed Oh that I had not cald to minde anew The discontent of Mariams wauering hart T was you you foule mouth'd Ate none but you That did the thought hereof to me impart Hence from my sight my blacke tormenter hence For hadst not thou made Herod vnsecure I had not doubted Mariams innocence But still had held her in my heart for pure Salo: I le leaue you to your passion t is no time To purge me now though of a guiltles crime Exit Herod Destruction take thee thou hast made my hart As heauie as reuenge I am so dull Me thinkes I am not sensible of smart Though hiddious horrors at my bosome pull My head waies downwards