can we justifie this Creed if in our actions we daily do transgress what we so daily do profess as if our present moments did afford us more concern to pamper fading Flesh for being Worms meat in the Grave above the nourishing of our Souls with heavenly Manna to endure unto eternity If this be Gospel-Truth as I think it is I cannot chuse but wish and pray that my Retirement may produce the like Effects in others by reading what I write to obtain the high Felicity I privately enjoy transcending all the glistring Vanities that I have seen and too largely sharedin but now know no Felicity in this World to be compar'd unto the Joy of living ever ready to go out of it which is not so easily done as said though we endeavour all we can Now Reader I have nothing else to say But wish thee Grace to meditate and pray Which will high joys create and teach thee why True Piety will never fear to dye When arm'd with such Divine Philosophy FINIS ADDENDA On our cold desire to go to Heaven WE seem to prize the other World 'bove this But fear to go to that undoubted Bliss We find few Men who would with Enoch fly From hence to Heaven that dare soar so high Or with Elijah would take like delight To mount his Fiery Chariot in his flight Our Faith for such Celestial Joy comes short Of our Fruitions here where our Support Is what we see and what we understand Which we preferr before God's best command Tho' Reason and Religion both agree To bring us to a Bless'd Eternity In the same moment we are rais'd from hence Through Faith by God's Divinest Influence Which only can Immortal Life Create By Death destroying this our Mortal Fate So that till we with God's Decree comply We do not truly Live until we Dye To a Friend in a fit of the Gout WElcome thy pain my Friend this Gout is sent In Mercy to fore-warn and to prevent Thy Gluttonies and Epicurean Crimes Which were unpractis'd in our Fathers times This is the effect of strong Falernian Wine And pride to wash thy Feet in Muscadine By eating Mushrooms stew'd with Ambergreece And the fat Livers of the Jews fed Geese With Peacocks Eggs in gravy to support Thy Luxuries and now thou 'rt punish'd for 't On the Fear of Death 'T IS strange that all Mankind should be afraid To Die nor any arguments perswade Wise Men from the terror of a Name Death is God's Messenger and we to blame To antedate his Arrant with such fear As doubts to go with Him we know not where Tho' Death's power only can our Souls convey To Heaven if we God's Holy Laws Obey But we still struggle with undaunted strife To keep our dying Bodies from true Life For want of Faith lest Death should by mistake Lead our sad Souls to the Infernal Lake When such gross misdoubting Grace only can Force Death to fright a misbelieving Man Which shews the Glory of our future State Is left to our own Option not to Fate On true Devotion WHen true Devotion is our chief delight We may presume 't is pleasing in God's sight And to our Souls will sacred Bliss reveal To fix and to eternalize our Zeal And while we live our blessed thoughts direct To the Seraphick Joys of God's Elect. And will by our Adoption when we dye Declare the glory of that dignity On God's wondrous Works WHen we consider God's Word and Deed And see the products of the smallest Seed It doth our wonder greatly antedate With joy and in our hearts fixt Faith create It doth all doubtful thoughts with truth confute When fancy guides our Fingers on the Lute But yet these petty arguments of sence Must all submit to God's Omnipotence In wonders of a higher nature shown Which all the Christian World admires and own But know not how the boystrous Sea or Land Do steady stand by God's Supreme Command Who has the Sun and Moon so firmly set With Stars in their fixt Spheres that no Man yet Can by his Industry or Art declare How high or what circumference they are And yet the Seat of God's Celestial Bliss Is still to be admir'd above all this Where God himself Inthron'd is pleas'd to dwell Which must in Glory all the rest excell Tho' these be wonders of a large extent There be some of much more wonderment That God should all Offences here forgive And grant us daily comforts while we live By our Souls washing in the Crimson Flood Of our Bless'd Saviours Sacramental Blood By which he does our Claim to Heaven advance When we approach in a Seraphick Trance And own his Mercies with intire delight To glory in his bright Beatick sight The more we think the more we wonder and The less of Miracles we understand Why the same Earth should ev'ry year produce Such various Fruits and Herbs for humane use If Faith and Gratitude did not combine To think such Meditations are Divine When God with secret Bliss such joys imparts As does create true Zeal in pious hearts And doth their Souls with flaming Love invite To Paradise ineffable to write Unless his Holy Spirit should indite To my Old Sick Friend MY good Old Friend why so sad does thy Age decline so fast that the Idea of thy Grave frights thee with fear to die Are we not all dying and none knows who shall go next nor how soon be gone if this occasion thy dismay I will teach thee an Antidote that will dispell the Poyson of that Serpent's bite and turn that universal curse of Death into a State of Bliss if thou can'st raise thy dejected Spirit to a quick sense of snaring the Eternal Joys of Heaven with those departed Saints who by Faith Prayer and Penitence are now exalted thither Let thy melancholy Meditations and Preparations for the Grave be changed from a Gaol delivery into a constant chearful zealous Conversation in thy Divine Retirements with God the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost by a total Resignation of thy Soul and all thy concerns unto them and think with pleasure how near thou art arrived to thy Journeys end to be with them in Paradise Then such Celestial Thoughts will be thy most pleasant entertainment and surely meet with surprising joy from Faith in Christ's plenteous Redemption which will beget a hearty speedy welcome unto Death's arrival who comes to conduct thee to Eternal Bliss and thou wilt also find that every devout step towards this felicity of thy approaching Salvation will make thy heart dance with a Saint-like delight to baffle the terrors of the Grave with a serene prospect of thy Eternal Happiness at hand and so make thy last hours full of Angelical transporting joy to be with God the moment thy Soul expires fix thy heart thus and all sad Thoughts will vanish when a sincere Faith becomes predominant Thy Heart by practice will delight in this Divine Elixir of Eternal Bliss On
and Haimantus Cler. Have you commanded all the Mariners Aboard each Captain to his charge bid the Souldiers fill the Decks with their full numbers And display their Colours left nothing wanting That may add to the Glory of the Navy Haim Sir all things are in their Pride and height The Captains Bravery seems to lend brightness To the day and like the Sun throwes raies and light About 'em Nor lookstheir Gold less awful Than the Souldiers Steel On the Ships appear The Joy and Riches of a Conquest and yet they Keep the Order of a joyning-battel There wants nothing to make a War-like Princely And well-commanded Navy but your Presence Sir Clear I would not have them think us such Poor Men That we are drove to seek for their Relief To sue for Bread and Water but rather That we come like Noble Woers full of Rewards and Presents able to return All favours we receive and equally To honour Them that honour Us as Great As they It shall appear that he that is Master of such a Fleet may style himself Prince though Lord of nothing else Haim The people Flock upon the shore and with one Voyce say You come to fetch their Princess Sir you have More than their Consents already you have Their wishes too Clear I marry Haimantus Such a Jewel would make the rest look dim There are two Ladies in this Isle if fame Say true the wonders of the World When Nature Made them she summon'd her whole God-head And unwearied wrought till she had done Form'd each limb as if she had begun there She seem'd to practise on the World till then And what like beautiful she fram'd before Were but Degrees to this Height these the Ascent From which she now must fall They made her Older Than the labour of a thousand years Enter a Servant Serv. Ther 's a great train it seems from Court coming To your Highness Clear Come le ts meet 'em As Clearchus is going out Arats Phronimus Eurylochus and Pallantus meet him Ara. Sir the King congratulates your safety And is glad of your Arrival though the Cause Were dangerous You would have Oblig'd him Much Sir if you had been bound for Creet Clear The King is Royal and chides me kindly He binds a Stranger ever to his Service Ara. His Majesty expects you 'll honour him With your Presence this night at Court Clear My Lord I shall wait upon him But I must fist Entreat you 'l favour me with your Company A ship-board I shall not need to excuse A Souldiers Entertainment I doubt not But your Lordships knows it well Coursnesse and Plainnesse are the Praise of it Arat. Sir you are The Envy of your Neighbour Princes you So farre exceed them in a Brave Command I nere was happy in the like sight before And my Lord they that can boast the strangest Have not seen one so Common and so Rare Your Navy lookes as if she wore the Spoiles Of a whole Land or came to purchase 'em Clea. My Lord you 'l make me proud Your presence yet Will adde unto its Glory Enter Timeus and Coracinus Exeunt Omner Time Found dead upon the shore Cor. I my Lord Thrown into a Cliffe Time Were they drown'd Cora. 'T is believ'd not my Lord for many fresh Wounds Were found upon their bodies and yet their Clothes Were wet Time 'T is strange Were there but two Cor. No my Lord Time That 's stranger yet Reward the Men that found them And bid'm make no farther enquiry After their Deaths nor speak of it Let it Exit Coraos Die with you too doe you hear The Villaines Have rob'd at their return and got their deaths That way I nere could spare 'em worse the State Stands in greater need of theirs than of the Sword of Justice Rodia Rod My Lord He calls Rodia and she Entern Time Is your Lady to be spoke with Rod Alwayes My Lord by you But now she 's coming forth Enter Endora Time Save you sweet Sister End O y' are welcome Sir Time Sure Eudora Venus and the Graces Had their hands to day about you You look Fairer than your self and move in the Sphear Of Love and Beauty Cupid has taken His Stand up in your Eyes and shootes at all That come before him Pray Venus he misse me Eud. When doe you grow serious Time These are the Fair Lookâ— Must captivate the Stranger Prince in a Free Country And this the Dresse that must inchant him ha Eud. There is no Charm in 't certainly it pleas'd Me the least of Many No 't is your Fair Mistresse that beares those Love-Nets about her If the Stranger'scape her he 's safe Time ' Had better Kill his Father and then gaze upon the Spectacle than look upon her with the Eyes of Love Eud. Nay then you are unjust Would you have him stronger than your self was If he for that be guilty the same Doom Must belong to both alike Time But I have Prevail'd so far that he shall be free both From the danger of Love and seeing Nor must You make up his entertainment Eud. I was Commanded to be ready and Attend there Time But now the Commissions alter'd And runs in the Other Sence Eud. I shall be Content to obey either May I not Know the cause Time You may We would not feed The Prince here with hopes to get a Wife This Was the Storm that drove him in Nor must you Onely for this time forbear his presence But while he staies He 's unworthy of you Eud. If you know him so I shall then without Excuse denie his Visits But I think This businuesse may be borne a Nobler Way Nor will the End Fail though the Meanes be Fair Leave it to me If he Sue with Honour He will take an Honourable Answer Though he gain none from me I 'le get his Love And send him home no lesse a Friend than if He were a Husband By my Restraint you 'l Onely procure unto your self the markes Of Jealousie and Rudenesse and fouler Staines If that the Crime were nam'd to the desert Besides it does proclaim in Me too such A Weaknesse as I am much asham'd of Had he a Face adorn'd with the Graces Of both Sexes Beauty and Manlinesse And these after the Custome of the Roman Princes in their Statues Engrafted on On the body of some God I could look on Converse I and neglect him too when I Have reason for it Fear not me then Time I doe not I know thee strong the Honour Of a Kingdome may lean with safety on Thee But he will linger here too long besot The State with Feastings and in this Jollity Give Opportunity to Treacherous Practises He must be us'd Ill there are Reasons for it Eud. Is there then a Policie In Rudenesse Why doe you not rather send A Defiance to him Proclaim him Enemie This were Nobler far than to receive him In your armes and then Affront him say Health And wish Poyson in
of Nature so Kings Of Jove But 't is our Oath the Sacrament We took which still holds us though our Lord be dead Until his Successor release us from it By taking of a New One We are not Subjects but Slaves to Him we now Obey And therefore as Slaves we ought to hate our Master He was born less than We and hides The Private Man under the Publick Gown The Purple which he wears was dipt deep in The blood of Innocents to colour 't so But I vainly waste my self in Words here Are no Minds to be perswaded nor Ears To be instructed The sins we are to punish VVe all know and the gods remember Our strength then is all we are to speak of VVhich is more than three parts o' th' Isle sixteen Years Undisturb'd Provision so carelesly VVas that secur'd which was got by Blood There 's but one Lord-ship small in respect Of others the Tyrants Own Possession That will be Cordial for him but they are So besotted with their Fortunes that their Greatest Aid will be but in their VVills to Do him Service They may offer up their Lives Like so many Sacrifices for his sake But not like Souldiers they are Unworthy Of that Name They may Dye but never Conquer VVar was never talk'd of but in their Banquets Nor dare they Fight beyond a Brawl Phro And if we would count part of our Strength In their VVeakness we have no Opposition In the City where They and their Vices Are daily seen nothing is so Contemptible And in Remoter Parts where Majesty Is more reverenc'd being known onely By the Power and Lawes and where the name of King Hears like the Name of God even there those sonns O' th' Earth as I may call 'em dare menace him And pile hills on hills to set their Bodyes Equal to their Hates Eury. Here we are thee my Lord Can each of raise such Forces which though They fail'd to effect it yet could make The Kingdome fear a Conquest Pall Your Highness Is a Souldier and though but Young perhaps Have seen already what others whole Lives Have not shewn them yet wee 'l play a Game VVe dare invite You to though you were Accompani'd with all the Ancient Heroes VVho had they leave but in their Aery shapes To set on a Tribunal Spectators Of the VVar this their second Leaving of The Earth should be more grievous to them than Their former Deaths and they would wish this Isle Might be their Elizium Ara. You see my Lord How each can bring his Forces in and prompt The other Those which have none on Earth Can bring them down from Heaven in stead of Men Bring Manly Spirits VVords and Looks confirming More than Armies Clear M Lords I must confess with no small pleasure I have heard the Justice the Strength the Courage Of your Cause And for the first of which although I never doubted or from the other two Meant ever to withdraw my Aid however VVeak yet I am glad to see the Enterprize So hopeful For though most greedily I Should imbrace all Hazards for two such Mistresses As Justice and the Excellent Princess Yet where their Interests are Disputed I cannot wish to see a Danger what Ever weight of Glory I might purchase By it My Lords the small Force I am Master of Either in my Person or those Commanded by me Reckon on till you see us Conquer or lye Upon the ground Ara. Our Designs are then succesful Above our wishes Phronimus introduct. The Priest we are now ready for him Though Exit Phronimus We need nothing to strengthen our Resolutions Yet we 'l take an Oath 't is good to have the Gods Along with us A Sacrament is the Tie No lesse of Loyaltie than of Treason Here let us all before this Sacred Witnesse Phronimus returnes with a Plamen bearing in his hand an Image Of Faith and Perjurie make a Holy Vow Of Loyalty to Our Selves and Cause And as we draw near to so Divine an Essence consider that 't is not Gold or Marble That we touch but a Moddle of a Sensible And Living Power which has Vouchsaft to be Imbrac'd by One Hand when the Vastnesse of Our Thoughts could not comprehend it Here they all seeâ— to take an Oath by Kissing of the Image Exit Eurylochus Now we are ready for the Prince Eurylochus Conduct him in Your Grace shall see a Stronger Perswasion than any you have yet heard The lively Image of Her you so much Serve He Knowes not yet his Fortunes but I dare Warrant He 'l bear them bravely He has read The Lives of Kings though he never acted Any and you shall perceive he 's Princely-Born Though not bred in Court Eurylochus returns with Cleander Royall Sir y' are welcome Start not at the Name it is your Due You Were born to the Title and I doubt not Though you never heard it thus appli'd before 'T is not altogether Strange unto you There was a Spark which in the first Womb After a Speciall Manner was infus'd Into you and is another Soul Within you as the One Informes your Body So this Informes your Soul we may call 't The Difference of a King That will tell you We are all here your Subjects and this No Strange Philosophie I teach And though This Rich Perfume hath hitherto been wrapt In this Disguise of Learning and defended From the air o' th Court 't is not decai'd But grown stronger by such keeping which when It shall be open'd will cast a fragrant Smell ore all the Kingdome and cure the Infections Of the Former Age To open it we Are met it is a Medicine we too long Have languisht for And Sir though it be a short Warning to so Great a Matter you must Presently resolve to be a King We Have no time now to instruct you in Your Right and how you lost it It was Yeares In doing and will require Yeares to relate it In the mean time let what you see perswade you Our Serious Lookes Respects and the Presence Of these Holy Rites Clean I need not excuse My want of Answer there 's nothing fit for me To say Which way so e're I shall declare My self to this Purpose will appear Foolish Whether I Refuse or Grant both are alike Ridiculous 'T is not with Me as with Elder Yeares They may refuse Offers like these And be admir'd for such their Moderation Or accept them and for that Magnanimitie Be honour'd But should I assume an Action So many Yeares above my Age I must Expose my self a Pagent to the Beholders Scorn and Laughter My Lord That which I have To say is onely this My Yeares are yet in Non-Age My Actions not my Own to Others Wills I am wholly Subject you may Command me Even to Wear a Crown and to submit to Accept the Highest Honours Set me if You please on the Throne you speak of and when You see a time again remove me Yet My Lord I 'd have you
Ruine of Greatness in this The Ruine of my Name A Rape were a Glory To thy Affection and though it had Lost It would have Got me Fame the Honour of A Ravish'd Virgin Did'st thou Woe me with the Highest Services as thou com'st in my Fathers Blood I could Reward thee but could Never yeeld thee Love I was too long A Princess and lost the name too Late To entertain so low a thought Pall The World Of Causes that part me and Happyness Eud. Love is soft and full of Curtesie A greater Opposite to Lust than Hate The Flames thou feel'st are more preposterous Than those which burn the Brests of Satyrs or Of Beasts which kill the Young and in that blood Enjoy the Dam. Think'st thou that any is So bold in Lust to imbrance the Fears thy Love Brings with it Pall My Youth and Comliness how Are you obscur'd Eudo. My Miseries have put A new Nature in me chang'd that Calmness I had wont enjoy into the Looks and Language of a Fury How ill does Rage Become a Virgins brest I will suppress it And if it must break forth dissolve it into Tears An Age worn out in thought cannot present One Comfort to me I am so Wretched Oh! My soul 's more Earthy than my body This War that is within me I hope will Gain a Victory o'er my Life at last Pall Accursed that I was to be the Authour Of so much Miserie Is there no way to restore That Peace which you have lost If there be any Despair not of it though it be held within The jawes of Death I 'll snatch it for you Though it were lost in the Darkest Mass of things My Love would distinguish 't in a Chaos If it have no Being but what your Thought Gives Life to I 'll Wish it for you so strong My Phansie is to serve you Let it be Any thing to be done I 'll do it Can I The wretched Cause removed bring ease unto You Sufferings Here on my Knee I yeeld my Life Unto your taking or if you had rather I 'll offer 't up my self Eudo. No and yet There is a way and thou may'st do it Pall Is there a way O my joyes The Gods are Merciful Name it name it to me Eudo. If thou wilt vow to do it presently Pall Need I an Oath to confirm I would be Happy 'T is my own Happyness I thus Eagerly pursue in yours Ev'ry sigh You give doth make me breathless and ev'ry Tear which you let fall doth bow me nearer To the Earth than all the years and Wounds that I have suffer'd Yet I will swear By all things Holy all that I fear and reverence To refuse no Labours Death to gain your Ease And restore joy unto your Life again Eudo. Now thou can'st not thy last words have render'd Thee Unable The Ease was Death which yet I beg from thee Pall From what a Heaven of happyness Am I fallen Eud. Assist me all my strength Ye Gods this way ye have ordained I should Come to you pardon that Fate then which your selves Did give me She makes an offer to stab her self Rod O my Lady Pall Stay O stay that hand Let that Goodness in you which would spare Things Fair and Holy preserve the Fairest and The Holiest The Angells would be proud to take Such Shape upon them when they Visit Earth 'T is such as Your self ought to look with Reverence on Eudor Ther 's a Weapon hid within my Heart which None can take away it wounds deeply now Death thou art a Lover and dost Court me mildly Ladies O my Lady help help O my Lady She faints Rod Give her more air Pall She 's gone my time 's no longer Our Lives were woven on the same Web the Destinies condemn ' me to see her Death And then to follow He prepares to fall upon his Sword Rod She breaths stand off Eud. My Brother O my Father Rod How doe you Madam Eud. Too well my strength returnes to fast unto me Pall Were my Soul fled that Voyce would call it back Again it self would return and choose this Paradise on Earth I 'le not disturbe her With my Longer stay Fair One if your Lady Shall need any thing you may have it with A thought No lesse respect shall wait on her Than if her Father still Rul'd all The Guard Shall be at your Command and attend onely For your Quiet and your Safety Rod Souldier Th' art Noble The Gods reward thy goodnesse Exit Pallantus at one door and Eudora led off by the Ladies at the other CHORUS HE who Unjustly sway'd the State Lives no where now but in their Hate There 's Nothing left of him but Shame Which both Preserves and Clouds his Name When Civill-Beasts fall let it be Call'd Slaughter and not Victory When that He dyes that lived a Shade His Sleep's Continu'd then not Made Arise thou Starre of Honour here And in his Stead shine round our Sphear Grace thou the Throne and let us see Thy Father once more Raign in thee We 'l now in nought but Love Conspire And no brest burn but with True Fire While that such manners rule the Throne Live all by his he by his Own ACTUS 5. SCENA 1. Enter Eudora and Rodia Eud. THis Quiet we enjoy does strike Amazement In me Sure they have Slain the Body with The Head which makes this Generall Calm Rod Madam 'T is much more Innocent And though that part Of it we find by particular Command Be Order'd so yet 't is but an Image Of the Universall Peace that Blesses All the Isle No Noise of Armes Rapine of Souldiers Tumults Slaughters are seen in any Place but Securitie and Joy doe reign As in a long and Setl'd Peace The Conspirators Having brought about their Great Design Desire to have it seen to all the World They Sought a Change but not a Desolation Eud. Their Moderation is too Late nor will It satisfie the Gods when they have spilt So much Bloud that they will Spill no more Rod O Madam how farre you wander and are lost In Error and to all your other Miseries Is added this your Mistaking of the Ground On which you Suffer and whether with my Duty It will stand to inform you of the Right I know not Yet while there is a Charitie In the Rudenesse I shall be bold to tell you This Last Alteration the State has suffer d This wresting of the Scepter from your Name Together with your Fathers Life has not Befallen through the Impious and black Contrivance of a few bloudie and ambitious Lords greedie to assume the Royall Ensignes To themselves but in the Name of Justice And the Owner they have made this Seizure And there stands up a King to Countenance And Justifie the Fact a King not known Unto the Latter Age a Son of Him From whom with the like violence but more Injustice pardon what I say your Father Formerlie did tear the Diadem O Madam Your
speak'st of yet at this time Like a Phisitian that 's himself Distemper'd My Learning and Experience serve me Nothing No Timeus my Reason's darken'd The Clouds of Discontent obscure my soul And in the Mazes of a troubled Mind I wander without a Cleu to guide me Death with his Horrors and Dismay laid-by Drest in a Form bewitching and Uncommon And waited on by Crowds of Sweets and Pleasures As if with Love again he had chang'd his Arrows Most powerfully Charmes and calls me to Him One while presents before me the Famed Examples Of the Romane Fortitude th' exalted Glories of those Ancient Worthies that preferr'd A Noble Death before a Life of Pleasure And of Shame And then pursues this Theam Of Shame though all those steps of low Contempt And Scorn I open'd to you at the first Or the Worlds Censure can be thought to blast The Gallant by Life on the Other side With a Deportment Sad and Face Austere Without all dress or shew of Blandishment But with a kind of Aweful and Divine Authority forbids me hear th' Allurements Sung by Death tells me though the Notes be Sweet Th' are most Pernicious and that a Syrene Sings 'em that the VVorlds Opinions as her Pleasures are False and Impious and by The Vertuous both should be contemn'd Opinions In Truth and not in Number take their VVeight Now well I understand when Both have Pleaded thus 'T is neither Life nor Death the Noble should Desire but Duty The One and Other Ought to be held Indifferent and this Third Alone with Passion be pursu'd But now In which of these two Our Present Duty lies There stands the Scruple I am troubled with There stands the Doubt I would have Solv'd For when I dare meet Death in any Form I would not Have it said Eudora forfeited the Belief Of having a Diviner soul while through Fear Like a Plant or Vegetable she clove To a Being on this Earth Nor yet when I have Greatnesse enough to look on Life In the most Frowning and Unpleasing Aspect That unequall to my Miseries Out-fac'd With Troubles I poorly fled my Station In this World and Crept into the Calm of Death To seek my Peace Like Boasters thus playing The Coward under a Masque of Vallour Time Eudora this part of your Philosophy That Life and Death ought neither to be Consider'd But as they may Conduce unto our Vertue None more firmly does imbrace than I. Nor in the Dayes my Soul was tainted with The Blackest Crimes was an Unmanly Fear Ere part of that my Guilt And yet Eudora I must say I see no reason more than The Scruple the Ruputation of thy Question Put into me why the Prolonging of Our Lives should be Dishonourable to Either of Us And if it be Duty that calls us To our Death it will not be hard to shew Where that Duty is set down If the Worlds Opinion onely what that Opinion is Thou hast already spoken Thy words import Beside that the Discontented Passionate Vain-glorious obtain not by their Contempt Of Life the Honours of a Noble Death But Those alone who have no Other Way To save their Vertue So that 't was not Rome'â— Cato or her Portia which deserv'd this Crown But her Curtius her Regulus her Decius And if any do Object that the first Of these were also Highly Vertuous I readily confess it but all that The Vertuous do is not alwaies Vertuous This is an Immunity of the Gods And not of Good-Men And though One Comm on Glory belong'd unto the Lives of Both Of these the Glory of their Deaths was farre Unequal The One sought Themselves the Other Sought their Duty To bring all this home to Thee Eudora Remember that thy Vertue 's Courted thy Honour 's safe no way Assaulted But ador'd And then for Thee to think of Death Is Idle Vain or Scrupulous Error And not Vertue Superstition and not Enter Pallantus Duty nay worse 't is Dire and Impious Something that might Sute perhaps with the Foul Deeds Of Timeus former Life but not with The Fairer Actions of Eudora Pall How like a Skie troubled with Clouds and Meteors That Heavenly face appears The most Propicious Aspects from on High shine on their present Councels I fear some Deadly Maxime governs And guides their Consultation Eud. Timeus This is the Time allow'd us to work out To Our selves an Everlasting Honour If we let-slip the Opportunity W' are lost unto a Noble Name for ever Time Eudora there 's little danger of an Error Or Omission there where neither Will Nor want of Care betray'd the Business held In Consultation Eud. For should we think To Reassume again hereafter our Councell's now laid-by Our Neglect at present Would not be look'd on as an Error but A most Wretched Poorness and our best Pretences Be judg'd a pittiful afflicted Folly Time There is but one Particular I know Can hinder in Eudora the Choyce of Life From being just and truly Honourable Eud. There spoke my Noble Brother That that particular Timeus That Particular is Undoubtedly The thing we have so long been searching for And never found till now Time 'T is this Eudorn That thou be well perswaded and assur'd Of what thou put'st in Act for the most Just And Lawful Action perform'd with Doubting Becomes Unlawful Eud. Timeus I thank you For your Reproof I shall believe it seasonably Given me It has awak'd me and no longer Will I hover in a Doubtful Mind 'T is true This sence you have delivered coming to me From another Hand I held suspected Thought it not safe too hastily to Credit it From you But seeing you do not onely Affirm But Abide and stand in this your Sentence I likewise as an Undoubted Truth will Accept and rest upon it Say now Timeus Do you know yond Person that did Conduct you To this place Time Know him Eudora Yes When he wander'd in Remotest Nations My Fears held Intelligence on his Motions When first he set his Foot within this Land My Spirit by a kind of Antipathy Did feel it In his Disguise I knew him There is no Place or Shape he can be Hid in But my Soul would find him He was the Meteor first That hung with Direful Threats ore my Impiety But since the Auspicious Star that lead me Both to Honour and to Life 'T is the Valiant Vertuous and Heroick Prince Pallantus Eud. My Obligations are no less to him Than yours Too long we do neglect him And having once resolv'd to accept of Life We ought to acknowledge it to Him that Gave it us Let us joyn our Thanks together Here they both go to Pallantus who sees them not till Eudora begins to speak but then as one surprized he turns to them Eud. My Lord we come to acknowledge our Lives To have been your Gift and in no Common way Bestow'd upon us Mercy must be allow'd A share i' th' Act but had not your Honour And Prudence wrought more Effectually The