Hâ—r Mask goâ—s on In whiâ—h you are to represent your name-sake The God Sylvanus 't is time you were dress'd They 'r ready to begin Syl. Her Mask does she Triumph in Princes blood Fro. Perhaps she hopes The pleasure of a Mask will make the Prince Forget her malice and her Servants say That when the Mask's done shâ—'l divulge a Secrâ—t In which you are concern'd Syl. How is 't with Adolph Did not my Wife take him for Filamor And strike aâ— her Son's heart Fromund But miss'd her aime Miraculously for Prince Adolph had Princess Violinda's Picture which he wore In a Gold Tablet next his heart he was About to look on 't opening of his buttons And stooping comes your wife who being deceiv'd By 's Huntsman's Suit so like Prince Filamor's Stabb'd at his heart but light upon the Gold And did not pierce it only her Poniard glanc'd Upon his breast and drew some crimson drops Straight he look'd up but when she saw her hand Imbru'd in her son's blood she fled and fell Dead as we thought but she deceiv'd us all Tet. Will you please to put on the Wood-God's shape You 'l be too late what do you study on Syl. Why should the Gods reprieve that guilty woman Fro. The Gods themselves had not been innocent If they had let her die a natural death And scape the hand of Justice Tet. Sir the Mask Syl. I 'l have no Mask till Pontia's in her Grave Arrest her Fromund and when she 's condemn'd See Execution done be sure my wife Revive no more Fro. Fear no Recovery My life for her death she 's a Venimons Creature But if she were a Viper let me get Her Head and Body parted once I 'l watch 'em For ever meeting Syl. In her List for Hell When Pontia writ my Name I bound my self To punish her with death for her next Treason Tet. Sir your best time will be when her Mask's done Or else the Secret she means then to publish Will die with her Syl. God of the Woods Sylvanus Whose shape I now assume do thou inspire me Exeunt Enter Pontia wearing Diana's Cressent on her head Poâ— If the Celestial minds had been possess'd With such a bloody rage as fill'd my Breast My House had been destroy'd for my Offence But the Gods spar'd my Children's Innocence And when my Soul was frighted with her Crime Bound for Eternity they gave me Time For the recovery of Life and Fame Dearer then Life that my corrupted Name Might be with tears purifi'd and made fit To grace my Tomb when my Inscription's writ Enter Caesarina Cae. Madam Pon. I sent for you to let you know The Gladiators were not slain my Servant Tells me they fled to Barnet-Woods I ' vâ— sent To have them apprehended and they shall Be brought to Justice now let 's mind our Sport Which must disguise my trouble that I may aside Give Filamor an opportunity Diana's Cressent to a nobler end Was never worn Goddesse of Chastity Assist the God of Love shout from thy Bow His Arrow into Caesarina's Heart Dear Caesarina you are dress'd stay here And thank Prince Filamor Cae. I shall obey you But Madam I beseech you why am I Enjoyn'd to give him thanks do you suspect That I'm inclining to ingratitude Pon. No But your Gratitude at this time may Dispose him to forgive my Cruelty Which strikes into my Heart the very Poniard I aym'd at his Cae. This you 'd have him believe Pon. That Question makes me fear that you your self Believe not my Repentance 't is no more Then I am to expect from all the World But ere the Hour-glass that 's now turn'd runs out I hope to satisfie that general Doubt Enter Filamor He 's here the God of Marriage bless their Meeting Exit Pon. Fil. What Nymph's this t is not Caesarina sure Though it presents her divine form 't is she Cae. Filamor Fil. Heark she calls me Filamor But am I Filamor do I see and hear Nay do I live has not the Villain slain me And is not that bless'd Form inherent in My Soul descended with it to the Shades Cae. No Filamor lives a Sacrifice of Thanks For the Panthâ—on in which all the Gods Are worship'd whose united Pow'rs preserv'd Your Valour that redeem'd my Life and Honour An Obligation past aâ—knowledgment For which I wish you all you can desire Fil How I am ravish'd with Celestial Musique Cae. My self excepted Fil. Oh that Clause has spoil'd The fairâ—st Evidence that was ever drawn For the intitling of a Lovâ—r's Faith To his sweet â—ope Cae. Valiant Prince Filamor 〈◊〉 away that â—ffâ—minate vain Hope And â—hink of noble Objects Spoils and Triumphs Fil. Grâ—at Actions Mâ—dam are for happy men But misery designs my Arms to Rust My Glory to the Urne that holds my Dust I see you do not love me Cae. More Sir more Then you do love your self for if I might Dispose of your Succâ—sses Filamor Shoâ—lâ— like young Alexander conquer all Enter Adolph Thâ— World but Caesarina there 's your Friend Now Company comes in I take leave of you Exitura Fil. And I must biâ— adieu to Happiness Cae. Yet this my brave Preserver may believe If I 'd subâ—ect my self to any man Filamor should be Lord of Caesarina Exit Caesarina Aâ— And so thou shalt I 'l pass my word and then You may be the Insurer of my Mistress For as the great Ship towes the little Cock-boat My Sister towes thy Sister after her Fil. You 'r mighty pleasant Ad. Which presages well Now sit and let 's see if Diana's Mask Enter Tetrick and Fromund Be no worse than Apollo's What sayes th' Authour Tet. That the Mask is beginning Ad. Then â—e down Musique Diana's Mask The Scene a Hawâ—horn Tree Enter Pontia as Diana Caesarina as Flora Brianella as Progâ—e Pontia Goddess of Flowr's though you have still Narcissus in your Daffadil I fear you 'l lose him by degrees My Brother dis-inchants the Trees Birds I restore some other Powers May un-metamorphose Floweâ—s Caesarina Diana the fair Huntresse â—nowes She may my Flowr's and Me dispose Pon. Come hither Flora do you know This blushing Lady Cae. No yes no. Pon. You have â—orgot her so bad â— When lo I saw a Swallow fly O're London to my Temple-top Then to the groâ—nd she seems to drop But in her fall spreading her wings Flyes to my Altar sits and sings Her voice I know and that she mourn'd For her lost Form which I return'd The Swallow's Progne once agen Brianel And shall be happy Progne when My Sister Pâ—ilomel I see I hear her in that Hawthorn-tree The Nightingale sings in a Hawthorn Bush. Diana pitty her sweet sorrow Pon. My Grove thy Nightingale I 'l borrow She shall be now Diana's Creature I 'l joyn her Honour to her Feature A Maid the second time I 'l make her Bacâ— back my Moons and overtake her An hour before that sad dishonour Thy husband Progne forc'd
and Brianella Fro. What a strange Monster your great Mistress is That neither her son nor her daughter open Their lipps for her Bri. But do you think she 'l die Fro. Unless she has like Nile more Heads then one One head 's condemn'd I 'l see 't cut off your servant Bri. But heark you Fromund I took you to be An honest man Fro. Do y' find the contrary Bri. Troth 't is no sign of exc'lent honesty To profess love to me and in a time Of danger leave me to my Fortune Fro. Why Are you in any danger Bri. Then you know not I was my Lady's Coy-duck to bring in Prince Filamor Fro. Pish a poor little Treason They 'l never mind you now they 've got the Princess Bri. This all the care yoâ— take for her that loves you Fro. I understand not loving will you marry Bri. Who Fro. Me. Bri. Do you call marrying loving Fro. Yes Bri. Then I will love you Fro. Then I 'l secure you But will you not break promise when you 'r safe Bri. No I hate baseness I have lov'd you long But I 'm so bashful I should scarce have own'd it If this unlucky occasion had not offer'd It self Fro. Well Madam I have caught you now Bri. I hope you 'l keep me Fro. Safe Enter Tetrick running Tet. Undone undone Fro. Who 's undone Tet. Every good man you 'r undone Bri. Must I be hang'd Tet. No drown you you 'l scape th'halter That falls to our shares but no matter what Becomes of us Sylvanus Fro. What of him Tet. Lost all 's lost Pontia rescu'd we are now Her Slaves Fro. How 's this possible Tet. Hâ—ar and wonder We came into the Lawne and though 't was meant Pontia should live she knew 't not but compos'd Her self to die so mildly that it struck Into astonishment all the beholders Such a dead stilnesse was upon the place 'T was like a Sea becalm'd when in an instant The Storm breaks forth thund'ring came Pontia's Horse And in the head of them her Gen'rall Crispus Our Guards amaz'd before now as if they Had seen in th'Enâ—mies shields the Gorgon's head Which had the petrifying quality Turn'd Statues stood still whilst the Maldenerâ— Bound them and Crispus like young Perseuâ— Releas'd the condemn'd Princesse seiz'd the Prince And Principality of Verulam They took me Pris'nâ—r but the General When he was told my Name â—emembering He had râ—ad my Book of Fortification Freed me Fro. Then we may live to free our Masters Nay we may speak Treason before this Lady 〈◊〉 has promis'd me marriage Bri. Sincâ— when pray I 'l be judg'd by this learned Gentleman You said that marâ—ying was loving I Answâ—r'd that I would love you but I hope I did not say that I would marry you Alas poor Fool O brave brave General Fro. The General 's the Man and I 'm the Fool aside You will not have me Bri. First I 'l see you hang'd Fro. But though in point of Love you have deceived me Upon th' account of Gratitude I hope You 'l beg my life Bri. That 's all you have to beg Y' have neither Lands nor Goods but I 'm too rich To be a Bâ—ggar upon any score Fro. To save your Life I would have ventur'd mine Bri. But your simplicity's no rule for me In sober sadness I will never marry You nor espouse your Danger So adieu Kind younger Brother do what you were born to Shift for your self O brave brave General Tet. Come Fromund follow me I know the Woods I 'l lead thee to a place of sweet recesse Where we 'l enjoy our selves and never think Of Women more Bri. But rise up Bard and Driud Exeunt Tetrick and Fro. Farewel Philosophers and welcome General Enter Pontia Crispus and Souldiers Pontia Command in our Name upon pain of death That none presume to pillage or take Pris'ner Any of my Subjects of Verulam Unless that Subject desperately rebel And put his Country in Blood Brianella O Heav'n And have I liv'd to see my Princely Mistresse Soveraign of Verulam Pon. My Soveraignty And Life I owe to â—y Lord General Bri. What Virgin would not love so brave a man Madam Râ—member now your gracious Promise And move the General for me Pon. Your best time Will be when business of the War is over For Marriages are businesses of Peace Bri. O Madam when your Highness was concern'd I put not you off to a better time Pon. If you 'l not take advise then take your Fortune My Lord you know this Lady Crispus Brianella Pon. You know her quality Cris. That she 's the richest In all your Principality of Malden In all your Court of Verulam the greatest For she 's your Fav'rite Pon. She would be your wife I have ingag'd to use my pow'r with you Cris. Not to make her my wife y' are not in earnest Pon. In earnest Bri. So am I. Cris. And so am I Never to marry a Property Bri. Property Cris. A Property for Murder was not she Us'd for the intrapping of Prince Filamor Madam to me you made another Promise By which you are oblig'd to banish her Pon. My word 's past so 's her greatness Brianella If to our Court thou com'st after this day Thou dy'st Bri. But I may see your Husband dye Before I go then I hope you 'l perform Your other Promise to the General For it seems you have promis'd him your self Give you Joy of my Curses I 've one day aside Yet left to curse you â—ang me if I pray Exit Brian Pon. My Fav'rite's banish'd now Sir do you think That I 'l perform my Promise Cris. If you were A real Convert of your own accord You would have banish'd all such Instruments Pon. I have been so long wicked that no man Will credit my Repentance but distrust From Crispus wounds me Cris. Why then I beseech you Do y' keep your Husband and his Children Pris'ners Pon. Why are you so presumptious as to ask Who made you our Examiner your duty Is to attend till we declare our self Enter Brianella and a Footman Bri. Bid the Groom bring my Horses to the Gate Pon. Stay Brianella Bri. Sure you 'l let me go Pon. Believe't I 'l sooner part with my new Conquest After you were commanded to withdraw My Promise being debated 't was resolv'd Upon the Question that you should be still My Favorite Cris. Great hope of her amendment aside Pon. Sir you shall now have proof of our Repentance Call in the Pris'ners Exit Crispus Bri. To restore me to Your favour was tâ—e General consenting Pon. He hates thee as I hate him mortally Bri. Shall he live Pon. Poorly thou shalt see him crush'd To his first Nothing Bri. Mighty General 'T will elevate my Soul to see thy Fall There is a Pleasure in Revenge above The expectation or the joyes of Love And to revenge my selve on thee is just But the betraying of Prince Filamor aside Who never injur'd me
few hands the strength of a whole Army Pray tell me what do you rely upon Your selves or others do y' look for Assistance It must come down from heav'n and there dwells none That will assist a Son against a Mother He points to Filamor Nor will heav'n own a Cause it has deserted With Adolph Nature's angry and the Gods With Filamor If to your selves you trust Reason will tell you four before four thousand Must fall to th' Earth's cold arms from whence they sprung So that you only can expect to have From Heav'n a Thunderbolt from th' Earth a Grave Fil. Our Answer 's in our hands Capi. Hold Filamor Capito gives the sign to the Centree and then Sylvanus is brought in by an Executioner If you have no compassion for your self Look on the snow that lyes uponthat head Which must be taken off at the first blow You strike Syl. Filamor if thou pitty'st me Strike quickly and let me die any death So I may be rid of my wife I care not Capi. Poor Prince the Grief to see his Son so wilful Distracts him Syl. If he will not hold his prating Cut his throat Filamor charge them that my Soul May have her liberty a thousand blessings Upon the hand that fighting moves this Engine To strike my head off and divorce me from My brutish wife Fil. We shall obey you Sir As the Princes are coming on the Princesses are discovered under a Guard in the Bard's Cave Capi. Hold once more Princes take heed what y do How showes this Object Pontia shewes her self Fil. Caesarina taken Pontia Yes Filamor she that was once my child Is now my pris'ner when she marry'd thee I disclaiâ—'d her I look upon her now As on a Rebell yet her life I 'l pardon If you lay down your Arms. Fil. Immediately A Roman would not pause in such a Câ—se He turns his Sword on his own Breast Pon. If you but offer at your life she dyes Ad. Friend there 's no struggling against Fate give me Thy Sword There Capito with my own I render Prince Filamor's Arms he shall not kill himself Let 's Enemy do that office I 'l wait on him Pon. So now I 'm all that I can wish to be O 't is the Queen of all Felicities To have full pow'r to reward and revenge Bring the late General Crispâ—â— that I may Crispus guarded At one time cut off all my Enemies First Filamor to you I give my Daughter To your Sister my Son and to my Son I give my Principality of Malden For I 'l depend only upon my husband For whose pardon and love thus low I bâ—g Syl. Rely on me and you 'l be a good Wife Then I shall study to forget your Evill And love you for your Goodness Fil. With my thanks For this inestimable Guift I crave Your pardon for my incredulity When you return'd to Virtue Pon. That distrust Was universall for which all have suffer'd And yet thus far I would not have pursued Th' advantage fortune put into my hands But that I knew nothing could bring my Daughter To Love's obedience but the hope to save His life who sav'd her honour To give her That opportunity I committed you Both Pris'ners to your Friend Cae. I am bound to you For my convâ—rsion to Love's Deity Pon. Adolph for thee I have a second Guift But greater then the first into thy service And nearer yet into thy bosome take This man of honour thoroughly I've She presents Crispus to Adolph him He 's perfect use him and he 'l make thee Great Let him be Captain Generall of thy Army And give the Second Place to Capito Whose strict Obedience and prudent Conduct Makes him inferiour to none but Crispuâ— Cris. Now Pontia like the Planet of the Night Breaks from her clowd and shews us her pure light Cap. Though one Prince limits my Obedience Two Sovâ—reigns my bosome does contain For in my heart Adolph and Pontia reign Ad. Me and my love you 've crown'd and added these Two rich Crown-jewels He embraces Crispus and Capito Vio. I 'm oblig'd to you Both for my interest in the Crown and Prince Pon. Fromund I joy you and I 'l move my husband To add a Title of Honour to youâ— Fortune Fro. Your Servant Madam Bri. Well you are a Witch You told me I should be Right Honourable Pon. Tetrick to make you a Fortune take this gold And Jewells Tet. Nay since Fortune smiles upon me I 'l not be testy now I humbly thank you Poâ— Let us all thank Providence that directs Bad Causes to produce such good Effects Exeunt THE EPILOGUE To the HOUSE Spoken by The STEP-MOTHER THe Ancient Britains I have pleas'd and now I come to their Descendents to know how You 'l censure me my Doom I fain would hear Yet like you Lovers what I hope I fear But fear arrives too late the time is past No going lesse when once the Dice are cast Whether I fairly passe or have thrown out You are to judge pray put me out of doubt THE EPILOGUE TO THE KING HAppy were those who English Playes first writ They flourish'd in the golden times of Wit Ripe Harvests then from Old and Modern Scenes Th' Industrious Poet reap'd but now he gleans In that kind Age every one prais'd all Playes No mercy's in the Criticâ—s of our dayes The Authour knew these Disadvantages Yet ventur'd hoping his desire to please May Royall Pitty move You represent That Pow'r which for the act accepts th' intent FINIS
Here she comes Princesses by your leave I 'm somewhat bold Grac. And I am welcome Cae. Help ho Vio. Murder murder Grac. No faith t is but a Rape Cae. Unhand me Rogue Serg. Peace you shrill Grashopper Or I 'l open your Heart to stop your mouth Do y' see this triffle this was Tarquin's Dagger And knows the way to Rape Enter Filamâ—r Filamor Prodigious Villain Look a man in the Face Serg. That 's not so pleasant As looking Babyes in a Ladye 's Eyes Help Gracchus Serg. falls Grac. There 's a poor Remembrance Gracchus comes behind Filamor and runs him in at the left arm Filamor runs him into the Body Gracâ—hus falls and mak'd a strange Grimas grinning like a dead man for you Fil. Die like a Coward he 's dead out-right that stirs Answer what put into your hearts a hope To ravish Princesses Serg. The Devil-Lust There was a Devil of their own Sex in 't The Devil Pontia she contracted for The Life of Violinda Fil. I have paid Your Wages Slave Sergius stretches out himself as dead Serg. Justly oh I die justly Cae. How it afflicts me that my cruel Mother Should be my dear Friend's mortal Enemy And seek the Life I prize above my own Your Brother bleeds much Violinda have you Nothing about you that will stop his Wound Tear tear my Handkercher Pray take it Sir Lose not you self in the preserving me You look pale Fil. Madam My Wound blushes for me To hear your prâ—servation ascrib'd To Filamor 't was Innocence preserv'd you When betray'd by this habit Cae. By what Habit Fil. By th' honour you intended me if thus â—T had been my Fortune to have met you in The Lime-Tree Grove Cae. Who said so Fil. Brianella Cae. She did abuse you Vio. Has she not abus'd Your Brother too and sent him to meet me Among the Lime-Trees to that Grove he went Just as we turn'd into the Lawne Fil. Did Adolph Excuse me Madam I must needs go see What becomes of my Friend Cae. T is a Bow-shot To the place if you go thus bleeding thither You 'l faint Fil. I 'l die before I leave Prince Adolph To danger Exit Filamor Cae. Let us follow Filamor I hear my Mother has a plot upon him Exeunt Caesarina and Violinda Gracchus gets up Grac. 'T was well for me that I was bred a Mimick If I could not have made strange ugly Faces And imitated the Grimas of Death The very last grinn I had never past For a dead man Dead-man indeed by 'r leave Your Gold and Jewels too fall to my Gracchus searches Sâ—rgius his Pocket share By the right of Survivorship Serg. The right Sergius gets upon his Feet Of a Fool 's head soft Hands off Goodman Gracchus Or I 'l so slice your Fingers Grac. What another Dead man's Ape nay Sergius if you out-do me At my own Weapon I 'l give thee the Bucklers Hereafter we 'l turn Tables since thou art The better Zany thou shalt be my Mimick Serg. Come let 's not fool away our Lives and stay Untill the Hangman cure our wounds our Horses Stand ready Farewel Britain where the Ladies Yield not to Romans Grac. Where we have no luck In any thing for as the Mastives fly on 's So do the Men and they both fright like Lions Exeunt Enter Adolph Adolph Sure all but I forget this Lune-tree Grove Here 's neither Filamor not Violinda Nor any of my Mother's blood-hounds ha My nose bleeds and these drops some hold to be Ominous Effects when they 've a natural Cause The fear that hants a Lover till he sees His absent Mistress safe but Violinda Thou art not altogether absent from me For here here sits thy Proxy in my bosome I wear thy painted Representative In Gold too poor a Temple for my Goddesse Enter Pontia with a Poniard in her hand Pontia The strong imagination Filamor has That Caesarina is to meet him here And something in my face resembling her Will passe me and my Poniard Ad. Fair'â—t of Pictures Adolph opens his buttons Come forth thou dear Companion to my heart Pon. Fall right go now and counsel thy old Father Not to be rul'd by 's Wife As she stabbs Adolph enter Filamor staggering Caesarina Violinda and Servants Filamor I come too late To save my friend but not to perish with him Adolph My Mother Adolph looks up Pon. My Son Adolph Pontia flyes away Filamor falls at the feet of Adolph Violinda Adolph's kill'd Ad. No noble Violinda Adolph lives Cae. Filamor's dead Ad. Yes cruel Caesarina But he might have surviv'd this fatal hour Had'st thou been kind Cae. Had I been fortunate But I was Mistress neither of my Love Nor Fortune the Gods govern'd that and me Ad. Pray let me weep Filamor's Obsequies He puts by his Sister He was my Friend Viâ— He was my dearest Brother Ad. He was thou best of Sisters and methinks There should be virtue in thy lips to kiss him Alive again but if he liv'd thy kisse Would kill him cruell cruell Caesarina Thou hast no title to him Cae. More then you He was my honour's and my life's presâ—rver Ad. And would you not if he could live now love So brave a man Cae. They who dispose our Wills Left it not in my pow'r to grain him love Ad. A Surgeon call a Surgeon for the Prince Enter Fromund Here comes one that has skill inn Surgery Good Fromund search your noble Master's wound No hope Fro. No fear 't was but the losse of blood That made him swoond he lives carry him to rest O Sir your Mother's giving up the ghost I left her Women chafing her Vio. I 'm sure She deserves death for murdring of her Son Good Fromund search Prince Adolph for he has A wound at heart Ad. But Violinda gave it Come Caesarina if our Mother were Worse then she is yet she 's our Mother still Not to be cast away for want of help When we see how 't is with her I 'l be dress'd For this slight hurt a scratch upon my breast But Violinda shoots into my heart A poison'd arrow past the Surgeon's Art Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Sylvanus Tetrick and Fromund Syl. FIlamor slightly hurt and did he swound What riddle 's this Fromund 'T is easily unriddled After the Villain hurt him when he knew That Princess Caesarina never wish'd To meet him like a Huntsman in the Grove As Brianella told Prince Filamor Hearing that Adolph who believ'd her Message An Artifice us'd by his bloody Mother In the same Habit was upon the Place The wounded Prince never considering Himself but fearing danger to his friend From the Lawne walk'd up to the Grove so fast That th'agitation of his Mind and Body Caus'd such effusion of his Blood and Spirits As made him when he came to embrace Adolph Fall in a swound at 's feet I stanch'd the blood And Sir immediately your Son recover'd Syl. My Wife 's recover'd too Teâ—rick