Beefe to it Eug. I am content with this Clowne If you bee not I cannot helpe it for I am threatned to be hang'd if I set but a Tripe before you or give you a bone to gnaw Eug. For me thou shalt not suffer Clowne I thanke you but were not you better be no good Christian as I am and so fill your belly as to lie here and starve and be hang'd thus in Chaines Eug. No 't is my triumph all these Chaines to me Are silken Ribbonds this course bread a banquet This gloomy Dungeon is to me more pleasing Than the Kings Palace and cou'd I winne thy soule To shake off her blacke ignorance thou as I doe Would'st feele thirst hunger stripes and Irons nothing Nay count death nothing let me winne thee to me Clown Thanke yee for that winne me from a Table full of good meat to leape at a crust I am no Scholler and you they say are a great one and schollers must eate little so shall you what a fine thing is it for me to report abroad of you that you are no great feeder no Cormorant what a quiet life is it when a womans tongue lies still and is 't not as good when a mans teeth lyes still Eug. Performe what thou art bidden If thou art charg'd to starve me I le not Blame thee but blesse heaven Clown If you were starv'd what hurt were that to you Eug. Not any no not any Clown Here would be your praise when you should lie dead they would say he was a very good man but alas had little or nothing in him Eug. I am a slave to any misery My Iudges doome me too Clown If you bee a slave there 's more slaves in the world than you Eug. Yes thousands of brave fellowes slaves to their vices The Usurer to his gold drunkards to Wine Adulterers to their lust Clown Right Sir so in Trades the Smith is a slave to the Ironmonger the itchy silke-weaver to the Silke-man the Cloth-worker to the Draper the Whore to the Bawd the Bawd to the Constable and the Constable to a bribe Eug. Is it the Kings will I should be thus chain'd Clown Yes indeed Sir I can tell you in some countries they are held no small fooles that goe in Chaines Eug. I am heavy Clown Heavy how can you chuse having so much Iron upon you Eugen. Deaths brother and I would have a little talke So thou wouldst leave us Clowne With all my heart let deaths sister talke with you too and shee will but let not me see her for I am charg'd to let no body come into you if you want any water give mee your Chamber pot I le fill it Exit Eugen. No I want none I thanke thee Oh sweet affliction thou blest booke being written By Divine fingers you Chaines that binde my body To free my soule you Wheeles that wind me up To an eternity of happinesse mustre my holy thoughts and as I Write Organ of heavenly Musicke to mine eares Haven to my shipwracke balme to my wounds Sunne-beames which on me comfortably shine When Clouds of death are covering me so gold As I by thee by fire is purified so showres Quicken the Spring so rough Seas Bring Marriners home giving them gaines and ease Imprisonment gyves famine buffettings The Gibbet and the Racke Flint stones the Cushions On which I kneele a heape of Thornes and Briers The Pillow to my head a nasty prison Able to kill mankinde even with the smell All these to me are welcome you are deaths servants When comes your Master to me now I am arm'd for him Strengthen me that Divinity that enlightens The darknesse of my soule strengthen this hand That it may write my challenge to the world Whom I defie that I may on this paper The picture draw of my confession Here doe I fixe my Standard here bid Battaile To Paganisme and infidelity Musicke Enter Angel Mustre my holy thoughts and as I write In this brave quarrell teach me how to fight As he is writing an Angel comes stands before him soft musick he astonisht dazel'd This is no common Almes to prisoners I never heard such sweetnesse O mine eyes I that am shut from light have all the light Which the world sees by here some heavenly Fire is thrown about the roome And burnes so clearely mine eye-bals Drop out blasted at the sight He falls flat on the earth and whilst a Song is heard the Angel writes and vanishes as it ends 1. Song What are earthly honours But sins glorious banners Let not golden gifts delight thee Let not death nor torments fright thee From thy place thy Captaine gives thee When thou faintest he relieves thee Hearke how the Larke Is to the Morning singing Harke how the Bells are ringing It is for joy that thou to Heaven art flying This is not life true life is got by dying Eug. The light and sound are vanisht but my feare Sticks still upon my forehead what 's written here Reads Goe and the bold Physitian play But touch the King and drive away The paine he feeles but first assay To free the Christians if the King pay Thy service ill expect a day When for reward thou shalt not stay Eug. All writ in golden Letters and cut so even As if some hand had hither reacht from Heaven To print this Paper Enter Epidophorus Epid. Come you must to the King Eug. I am so laden with Irons I scarce can goe Epid. Wyer-whips shall drive you The King is counsell'd for his health to bath him In the warme blood of Christians and you I thinke Must give him ease Eug. Willingly my fetters Hang now methinks like feathers at my heeles On any whither I can runne sir Epid. Can you Not very farre I feare Eug. No windes my Faith shake nor rock split in sunder The poore ship's tost here my strong Anchor 's yonder Exeūt Enter Bellizarius and Hubert Hub. My Lord Bel. Ha Hub. Affraid in a close roome where no foe comes Vnlesse it be a Weezle or a Rat And those besiege your Larder or your Pantry Whom the arm'd Foe never frighted in the field Bel. 'T is true my Lord there danger was a safety here To be secure I thinke most dangerous Or what could famine wounds or all th'extreames That still attend a Souldiers actions Could not destroy one sillable from a Kings breath Can thus thus easily win Hub. Oh 't is their long observed policy To turne away these roaring boyes When they intend to rock licentious thoughts In a soft roome where every long Cushion is Embroydered with old Histories of peace And all the Hangings of Warre thrust into the Wardrobe Till they grow musty or moth-eaten Bel. One of those rusty Monuments am I Hub. A little oyle of favour will scoure thee agen And make thee shine as bright as in that day We wonne the famous battaile 'gainst the Christians Bel. Never Hubert never Enter Bellina and kneeles weeping What
With spoiles to lay them at your feet What lives the Sword spar'd serve to grace your Tryumph Till from your lips they have the doome of death King What are they Hub. Christians and their Chiefe a Church-man Eugenius Bishop of Carthage and with him Seven hundred Captives more all Christians King Hold Death let me alittle taste these joyes Then take me ravisht hence glad mine eyes Hubert VVith the victorious Boy Hub. Your Starre comes shining Exit Hubert King Lift me a little higher yet more Doe the Immortall Powers powre blessings downe And shall I not returne them Omnes See they come A Flourish Enter Henricke the Prince Bellizarius Hubert leading Eugenius in Chaines with other Prisoners and Souldiers King I have now liv'd my full time Tell me my Henricke thy brave successe That my departing soule May with the story blesse another world And purchase me a passage Hen. Oh great Sir All we have done dyes here if that you dye And heaven before too prodigall to us Shedding beames over-glorious on our heads Is now full of Eclipses King No boy thy presence Has fetcht life home to heare thee Hen. Then Royall Father thus Before our Troopes had reacht the Affrick bounds Wearied with tedious Marches and those dangers Which waite on glorious Warre the Affricans A farre had heard our Thunder whilst their earth Did feele an earth-quake in the peoples feares Before our Drummes came neare them yet spight of terrour They fortifi'd their Townes cloathed all their fields With warres best bravery armed Souldiers At this we made a stand for their bold troopes Affronted us with steele dar'd us to come on And nobly fierd our resolution King So hasten there 's in me a battaile too Be quicke or I shall fall Hen. Fore-fend it heaven Now Bellizarius come here stand just here And on him I beseech you fixe your eye For you have much to pay to this brave man Hub. Nothing to me Hen. I le give you him in wonder Hub. Hang him out in a painted cloth for a monster Bel. My Lord wrong not your selfe to throw on me The honours which are all yours Hub. Is he the Divell All Bel. Cast not your eyes on me Sir but on him And seale this to your soule never had King A Sonne that did to his Crowne more honours bring Hen. Stay Bellizarius I 'me too true to honour To scant it in the blazing though to thee All that report can render leaves thee yet Hub. A brave man you are so too you both fought And I stood idle Hen. No Sir Hub. Here 's your battaile then and here 's your conquest What need such a coyle Bel. Yet Hubert it craves more Arethmaticke Than in one figure to be found King Hubert thou art too busie Hub. So was I in the battaile King Prethee peace Hen. The Almarado was on poynt to sound But then a Herald from their Tents flew forth Being sent to question us for what we came And which I must confesse being all on fire We cryed for warre and death Backe rode the Herald As lightning had persu'd him but the Captaines Thinking us tir'd with marching did conceive Rest would make difficult what easie now Quicke charge might drive us too So like a storme beating upon a wood of lusty Pines Which though they shake they keepe their footing fast Our Pikes their horses stood hot was the day In which whole fields of men were swept away As by sharpe Sithes are cut the golden corne And in as short time it was this mans sword Hew'd wayes to danger and when danger met him He charm'd it thence and when it grew agen He drove it backe agen till at the length It lost the field foure long houres this did hold In which more worke was done than can be told Bel. But let me tell your Father how the first feather That Victory her selfe pluckt from her wings Shee stucke it in your Burgonet Hub. Brave still Hen. No Bellizarius thou canst guild thy honours Horne from the reeking breasts of Affricans When I aloft stood wondering at those Acts Thy sword writ in the battaile which were such Would make a man a souldier but to read 'em Hub. And what to read mine is my booke claspt up Bel. No it lyes open where in Texed letters read Each Pioner that your unseason'd valour Had thrice ingag'd our fortunes and our men Beyond recovery had not this arme redeem'd you Hub. Yours Bel. For which your life was lost for doing more Than from the Generals mouth you had command Hub. You fill my praise with froth as Tapsters fill Their cut-throat Cans where give me but my due I did as much as you or you or any Bel. Any Hub. Yes none excepted Bel The Prince was there Hub. And I was there since you draw one another I will turne Painter too and draw my selfe Was it not I that when the maine Battalia Totter'd and foure great squadrons put to rout Then reliev'd them and with this arme this sword And this affronting brow put them to flight Chac'd 'em slew thousands tooke some few and drag'd 'em As slaves tyed to my saddle bow with Halters Hen. Yes Sir 't is true but as he sayes your fury Left all our maine Battalia welnigh lost For had the foe but re-inforc't againe Our Courages had beene seiz'd any Ambuskado Cut you and your rash troopes off if Hub. What if Envy not honour still inferres these ifs It thriv'd and I returnd with victory Bel. You Hub. I Bellizarius I I found your troopes Reeling and pale and ready to turne Cowards But you not in the head when I brave sir Charg'd in the Reere and shooke their battaile so The Fever never left them till they fell I puld the Wings up drew the rascals on Clapt 'em and cry'd follow follow this is the hand First toucht the Gates this foote first tooke the City This Christian Church-man snacht I from the Altar And fir'd the Temple 't was this sword was sheath'd In panting bosomes both of young and old Fathers sonnes mothers virgins wives and widowes Like death I havocke cryed so long till I Had left no monuments of life or buildings But these poore ruins what these brave Spirits did Was like to this I must confesse 't is true But not beyond it King You have done nobly all Nor let the Generall thinke I foyle his worth In that I raise this forward youth so neare Those honours he deserves from Genzericke For he may live to serve my Henrick thus And growing vertue must not want reward You both allow these deedes he so much boasts of Hen. Yes but not equall to the Generals King The spoyles they equally shall both divide The Generall chuse 't is his prerogative Bellizarius be Vicegerent over all Those conquerd parts of Affrick we call ours Hubert the Master of my Henricks Horse And President of what the Goths possesse Let this our last will stand Bel. We are richly paid Hub. Who earnes
it must have wages King I le see you imbrac'd too Hub. With all my heart King And Bellizarius Make him thy Scholler Hub. His Scholler King There 's stuffe in him Which temper'd well would make him a noble fellow Now for these Prisoners 't is my best sacrifice My pious zeale can tender to the gods I censure thus let all be naked stript Then to the midst of the vast Wildernesse That stands 'twixt us and wealthy Persia They shall be driven and there wildly venture As Famine or the fury of the Beasts Conspires to use them which is that Bishop Hub. Stand forth this is Eugenius Eug. I stand forth Daring all tortures kissing Racks and Wheeles And Flames to whom I offer up this body You keepe us from our Crownes of Martyrdomes By this delaying dispatch us hence King Not yet Sir Away with them stay him and if our gods Can win this Christian Champion now so stout To fight upon their sides give him reward Our gods will reach him praise Eug. Your gods wretched soules King My worke is done and Henrick as thou lov'st Thy Fathers soule see every thing perform'd This last injunction tyes thee so farwell Let those I hated in thy hate still dwell I meane the Christians Dyes Hen. Oh what a deale of greatnesse is Struck downe at one blow Hub. Give me a battell 'T is brave being struck downe there Anth. Henrick my Lord And now my Soveraigne I am by office bound To offer to your Royall hands this Crowne Which on my knees I tender all being ready To set it on your head Omnes Ascend your Throne Long live the King of Vandals And of Goths the mighty Henrick Hen. What must now be done Anth. By me each Officer of State resignes The Patten that he holds his office by To be dispos'd as best shall please your Grace Hen. And I returne them back to all their trusts I rise in clouds my Morning is begun From the eternall set of a bright Sunne Exeunt Drumme flourish Enter Victoria and Bellina with servants Vic. My Lord return'd prepare a costly banquet To gratulate his safe and wisht Arrivall Let Musick with her sweet-tongu'd Rhetorick Take out those horrours which the loud clamours Of Warres harsh harmony hath long besieg'd His tender sences with your Father 's come Bellina Bel. I feele the joy of it with you sweet Mother And am as ready to receive a blessing from him As you his chaste imbraces Vic. So so bestirre Let all our loves and duties be exprest In our most diligent and active care Enter Bellizarius Here comes my comfort-bringer My Bellizarius Bel. Dearest Victoria My second joy take thou a Fathers blessing Vic. Not wounded Sir I hope Bel. No Victoria Those were Rewards that we bestow'd on others We gave but tooke none backe had we not you At home to heare our noble Victories Our Fame should want her Crowne although she flew As high as yonder Axle-tree above And spred in latitude throughout the world We have subdu'd those men of strange beleefe Which Christians call themselves a race of people This must I speake of them as resolute And full of courage in their bleeding falls As should they tryumph for a Victory When the last groanes of many thousand mett And like commixed Whirlewindes fill'd our eares As it from us rais'd not a dust of pitty So did it give no terrour to the rest That did but live to see their fellows dye In all our rigours and afflicting tortures We cannot say that we the men subdu'd Because their joy was louder than our conquest And still more worke of blood we must expect Like Hydra's Heads by cutting off they double As seed that multiplies such are their dead Next Moone a sheafe of Christians in ones stead Vic. This is a bloody Trade my Bellizarius Would thou wouldst give it over Bel. 'T is worke Victoria that must be done These are the battailes of our blessing Pleasing gods and goddesses who for our service Render us these Conquests Our selves and our affaires we may neglect But not our Deities which these Christians prophane Deride and scoffe at would new Lawes Bring in and a new god make Vic. No my Lord I have heard say they never make their gods But they serve 'em they say that did make them All made-gods they dispise Bel. Tush tush Victoria let not thy pitty Turne to passions they 'le not deserve thy sorrow How now what 's the newes Enter a Souldier Sold. Strange my Lord beyond a wonder For 't is miraculous Since you forsooke The bloody fight and horrour of the Christians One tortur'd wretch whose sight was quite extinct His eyes no farther seeing than his hands Is now by that Eugenius whom they call Their holy Bishop cleerely restor'd againe To the astonishment of all your Army Who faintly now recoyle with feare and terrour Not daring to offen'd so great a power Bel. Ha 't is strange thou tell'st me Vic. Oh take heed my Lord It is no warring against heavenly Powers Who can command their Conquest when they please They can forbeare the Gyants that throw stones And smile upon their follies but when they frowne Their angers fall downe perpendicular And strike their weake Opposer into nothing The Thunder tells us so Bel. Pray leave me all I shall have company When you are gone enough to fill the roome Vic. The holiest powers Give thee their best direction Exeunt Manet Bellizarius Bel. What power is that can fortifie a man To joy in death since all that we expect Is but fruition of the joyes of life If Christians hoped not to become immortall Why should they seeke for death Oh then instruct me some Divine power Thou that canst give the sight unto the blind Open my blind judgement Thunder That I may see a way to happinesse Enter an Angel Ha this is a dreadfull answer this may chide The relapse in my blood that 'gins to faint The further persecution of these people Or shall I backe and double tyranny Thunder A louder threatning oh mould these voyces Into articulate words that I may know Thy meaning better shall I quench the flames Of blood and vengeance and my selfe become A penetrable Christian my life lay downe Amongst their sufferings Musicke Ha these are sweet tunes Ang. Bellizarius Bel. It names me too Ang. Sheath up thy cruelty no more pursue In bloody forrage these oppressed Christians For now the Thunder will take their part Remaine in peace and Musick is thy banquet Or thy selfe number 'mongst their martyring groanes And thou art numbred with these blessed ones Bel. What heavenly voyce is this shall my eares onely Be left with raptures not mine eyes enjoy The sight of that Celestiall presence From whence these sweete sounds come Ang. Yes thou shalt see Nay then 't is lost agen Bel. kneeles Rise this is enough be constant Souldier Thy heart 's a Christian to death persever And then enjoy the sight of Angels ever Exit
gibbrish tell me honestly Where the Cause lies and give a Remedy And that with speed or in despight of Art Of Nature you and all your heavenly motions I le recollect so much of life into me As shall give space to see you tortur'd Some body told me that a Bath of mans blood Would restore me Christians shall pay for 't Fetch the Bishop hither he shall begin Cosm. Hee 's gone for King What 's my disease 1. Phys. My Lord you are poyson'd King I told thee so my selfe and told thee how But what 's the reason that I have no helpe The Coffers of my Treasury are full Or if they were not tributary Christians Bring in sufficient store to pay your fees If that you gape at 2. Phys. Wilt please your Highnesse then to take this Cordiall Gold never truely did you good till now King 'T is gone 2. Phys. My Lord it was the perfectst tincture Of Gold that ever any Art produc'd With it was mixt a true rare Quintessence Extracted out of Orientall Bezar And with it was dissolv'd the Magisteriall Made of the Horne Armenia so much boasts of Which though dull Death had usurp't Natures right Is able to create new life agen King Why does it good on men and not on Kings We have the selfe-same passages for Nature With mortall men our pulses beate like theirs We are subject unto passions as they are I finde it now but to my griefe I finde Life stands not with us on such ticklish points What is 't because we are Kings Life takes it leave With greater state No no the envious gods Maligne our happinesse Oh that my breath had power With my last words to blast their Deities 1. Phys. The Cordiall that you tooke requires rest For healths sake good my Lord repose your selfe King Yes any thing for health draw round the Curtaines Dam. Wee 'le watch by him whilst you two doe consult 1. Phys. VVhat guesse you by that Vrine 2. Phys. Surely death 1. Phys. Death certaine without contradiction For though the Vrin be a whore and lies Yet where I finde her in all parts agree VVith other Symtomes of apparent death I le give her faith Pray Sir doe but marke These blacke Hypostacies it plainely shewes Mortification generally through the spirits And you may finde the Pulse to shew as much By his uncertainty of time and strength 2. Phys. VVe finde the spirits often suffisticated By many accidents but yet not mortified A sudden feare will doe it 1. Phys. Very right But there 's no malitious humour mixt As in the King sir you must understand A Scorpion stung him now a Scorpion is A small compacted creature in whom Earth Hath the predominance but mixt with fire So that in him Saturne and Mars doe meet This little Creature hath his severall humours And these their excrements these met together Enflam'd by anger made a deadly poison And by how much the creatures body 's lesse By so much is the force of venome more As Lightning through a windows Casement Hurts more than that which enters at the doore 2. Phys. But for the way to cure it 1. Phys. Know none Yet Ancient VVriters have prescrib'd us many As Theophrastus holds most excellent Diophoratick Medicines to expell Ill vapours from the noble parts by sweate But Avices and also Rabby Roses Doe thinke it better by provoking Vrin Since by the Urine blood may well be purg'd And spirits from the blood have nutriment But for my part I ever held opinon In such a case the ventosies are best 2 Phys. They are indeed and they doe farre exceede 1 Phys. All the great curious Cataphlasmes Or the live taile of a deplum'd Henne Or your hot Pigeons or your quartered Whelpes For they by a meere forc'd attractive power Retaine that safely which by force was drawne Whereas the other things I nam'd before Doe lose their vertue as they lose their heat 2 Phys. The ventosies shall be our next intensions Anton. Pray Gentlemen attend his Highnesse King Your next intentions be to drowne your selves Dogge-leaches all I see I am not mortall For I with patience have thus long endur'd Beyond the strength of all mortality But now the thrice heate furnace of my bosome Disdaineth bounds doe not I scorch you all Goe goe you are all but prating Mountebankes Quacksalvers and Imposures get you all from me 2 Phys. These Ventosies my Lord will give you ease King A vengeance on thy Ventosies and thee Enter Eugenius Anton. The Bishop Sir is come King Christian thy blood Must give me ease and helpe Eugen. Drinke then thy fill None of the Fathers that begot sweet Physick That Divine Lady comforter to man Invented such a medicine as mans blood A drinke so pretious should not be so spilt Take mine and heaven pardon you the guilt King A Butcher see his throat cut Eugen. I am so farre from shrinking that mine owne hands Sall bare my throat and am so farre from wishing Ill to you that mangle me that before My blood shall wash these Rushes King I will cure thee 1. Phys. You cure him King Speak on fellow Eug. If I doe not Restore your limbes to soundnesse drive the poyson From the infected part study your tortures To teare me peece-meale yet be kept alive King Oh reverent man come neare me worke this wonder Aske gold honours any any thing The sublunary treasures of this world Can yeeld and they are thine Eug. I will doe nothing without a recompence King A royall one Omnes Name what you would desire King Stand by you trouble him A recompence can my Crowne buy thee take it Reach him my Crowne and plant it on his head Eug. No here 's my bargaine King Quickly oh speake quickly Off with the good-mans Irons Eug. Free all those Christians which are now thy slaves In all thy Cittadels Castles Fortresses Those in Bellanna and Mersaganna Those in Alempha and in Hazaneth Those in thy Gallies those in thy Iayles and Dungeons King Those any where my Signet take my Signet And free all on your lives free all the Christians What dost thou else desire Eug. This that thy selfe trample upon thy Pagan gods Omnes Sir King Away Eug. Wash your soule white by wading in the streame Of Christian gore King I will turne Christian Dam. Better wolves worry this accursed King Better Have Bandogs worry all of you than I To languish in a torment that feedes on me As if the Furies bit me I le turne Christian And if I doe not let the Thunder pay My breach of promise cure me good old man And I will call thee father thou shalt have A King come kneeling to thee every Morning To take a blessing from thee and to heare thee Salute him as a Sonne When when is this wonder Eug. Now you are well Sir King Ha! Eug. Has your paine left you King Yes see else Damianus Antony Cosmo I am well Omnes He does it by inchantment 1. Phys. By