THE Seven Champions of Christendome Acted at the Cocke-pit and at the Red-Bull in St. Johns Streete with a generall liking And never Printed till this Yeare 1638 Written by J. K. LONDON Printed by J. Okes and are to be sold by James Becket at his Shop in the Inner Temple Gate 1638 To his much respected and worthy Friend Master JOHN WAITE Sir THinking of amends to expres my gratefulnes for those many Favours You have shown me I could pitch on no other more fit than this my Genius prompted me it was well thought on if Yours give it the like acceptance I am happy for Workes of this Nature I dare affirme have beene acceptable to most men contemn'd by few unlesse it bee those of the more Stoicall disposition whose rigid Fronts cry downe all things but what themselves approve of For this Worke of it selfe I may say thus much without blushing it received the rights of a good Play when it was Acted which were Applauses Commendations whether it merited them or not I leave to your Judgement the Nature of the Worke being History it consists of many parts not walking in one direct path of Comedy or Tragedy but having a larger field to trace which me thinks should yeeld more pleasure to the Reader Novelty and Variety being the only Objects these our Times are taken with the Tragedy may be too dull and solid the Comedy too sharpe and bitter but a well mixt portion of either doubtlesse would make the sweetest harmony But this Worke as it is and my wishes that all defects in it to my desires and your content were supplide I commend to your perusall my selfe it and resting to bee commanded by you in all friendly Offices John Kirke The Actors Names The seven Champions St. George of England Iames of Spaine Anthony of Italy Andrew of Scotland Patrick of Ireland David of Wales Denis of France Tarpax the Divell The Emperour of Trebozand Three Lords Ancetes Almeno Lenon The King of Tartary Ormandine a Magician 2 Lords his friends Argalio an Inchanter Leonides his friend Brandron the Giant King of Macedon Suckabus the Clowne Violeta the Princesse Carintha her maid Three Daughters to Macedon Calib the Witch Three Spirits Three attendants on the Emperour Three Shepheards A priest of Pan Three messengers Two armed Knights Three Ghosts the Father Mother and Sister of Leonides The seven Champions of Christendome ACTUS PRIMUS Thunder and Lightning Enter Calib the Witch Calib Ha lowder a little so that burst was well Agen ha ha house house your heads you fear-stroke mortal fooles when Calibs consort plaies A Huntse-up to her how rarely doth it languell In mine eares these are mine Organs The Toad the Batte the Raven and the fell whisling bird Are all my anthum singing Quiresters Such saplesse rootes and livelesse witherd woods Are pleasanter to me than to behold the jocund Month of May in whose greene head of youth The amorous Flora strowes her various flowers And smiles to see how brave she has deckt her girle But passe we May as game for fangled fooles That dares not set a foote in Arts darke secret And bewitching path as Calib has Here is my mansion within the rugged bowels of this Cave This cragge his Cliffe this denne which to behold Would freeze to Ice the hissing tramels of Medusa Yet here inthron'd I sit more richer in my spels And potent charmes than is the stately mountaine Queene drest with the beauty of her sparkling jems To vie a lustre 'gainst the heavenly Lampes But we are sunke in these Antipades so choakt With darknesse in great Calibs Cave that it can Stifle day it can and shall for we doe loath The light and as our deedes are blacke we hug the night But where 's this boy my George my love my life Whom Calib lately doates on more than life I must not have him wander from my love further than Sommons of my eye or becke can call him back agen But 't is my fiend gotten deformed issue that misleads him For which I le rappe him in a storme of haile and dash him 'Gainst the pavement on the rocky den He must not lead my joy astray from me The Parents of that boy begetting him Begot and boare the issue of their deaths which done The childe I stole thinking alone to triumph in his death And bathe my body in his popular gore But Dove-like nature favoured so the child that Calibs killing Knife fell from her hand and stead of stabs I kist I kist there I lipt boy and since have brought him up Cope mate and fellow with my owne sweete sonne And now the boy desires to know what Calib Hath so long conceal'd from him his parentage Which still I must as I have done put off And cast some pleasing game to file that question Out of his thoughts His heart soares high fame on his temple plaies And Calib feares her death by Autumes day For which my light wing'd spirit of the Aire Grand Tarpax prince of the gristy North What ho Tarpax obey my charmes And with the steele tipt pinions of thy wings Cut through the Clowds and flye unto thy Calib Thunder and Lightning Tarpax descends Tar. No more my Calib see thy Tarpax comes More swifter than the motive of an eye Mounted on wings swift as a thought I flye unto my Mistresse now what wouldst thou Calib Be full resolv'd of feare struck suddain doubts Age makes my spanne of dayes seeme but an inch And snowes like cold December on my heart See how I tremble Tarpax as doth the listning Hart When he heares the feather'd arrowes sing his funeral dirge Tar. Name what afflicts my love Calib But will my Tarpax tell me Tar. Both must and will Calib When must I dye then when must Calibs life Be backe surrenderd by the hands of death Age can no longer to me subsistance give My Taper hath watcht long when will it out Performe no flattering part for to delude me When ha when my Tarpax Tar. Fates keepe unknowne from spirits those last times Of dayes and houres yet can I riddle out a prophesie Which if my Calib well observe and keepe Thy time may farther runne death stay his sleepe Calib Say on sweet Tarpax Tar. Whilst Calib in her powerfull hand Holds fast her powerfull art So long may Calib by her power Command Death hold his Dart But when fond Love by dotage shall Blindfold wise Calibs eyes With that great power she did command The great Inchantresse dies Cal. Ha ha ha and when will that be Tarpax Vanish like smoake my feare come kisse me my Love Thou hast earn'd thy breakefast Chuck here suck thy fill Clowne within Clow. Illo ho ho Illo Tar. What mortall 's that disturbs us Shall I blast him Cal. Hold my Love 't is Suckabus our sonne fall off Tar. The foole nere saw his Father yet Make us acquainted Enter foole bloody Clow. So ho ho Mother Mother Cal. Defend me Tarpax what doth
to any Prince So toward as your Sonne he had ere this beene attomes Your sonne has suffer'd let him suffer too Who ever wilfully committed murther And was without excuse but can that save No more should this my Liege I have but said King And wisely Lenon goe bring forth the Knight We are determin'd that he shall not live Exit for him Nor shall he suffer here within our Courts Wee 'le kill him in a nobler gentile way O here he comes Enter Knight bound Alm. You 'r gone false Lenon hath betraid yee to your death David Welcome my Fate King Sir Knight you have not fairely dealt with us Though 'gainst my foes you brought me honour home My deare sonnes life you have tooke for your reward But you shall finde 't is treasure stole not bounty given And for that theft your life must satisfie David King of Tartary heare sad David speake Len. Now the excuse my Lord David Those honours I have brought you home It seemes this accident hath cancel'd And stifles all my merits in your love Yet let 'em hang like pendants on my herse That I did love the unfortunate deceas'd These drops of teares true sorrowes testifie And what hath happend to that lifes deare losse Was not by will but fatall accident I hold my hand up at the hand of heaven not guilty King thinke not I speake to have thee spare my life For halfe my life lies dead there with thy Sonne And here the other halfe is ready too to testifie How well I lov'd the Prince though now I dye Lenon A Heads man and an Axe there King For him that calls him Alm. I that was well said King Spannell no more King Thy hand once more brave English Knight We are at peace and will not what we may But let me now one thing enjoyne you to Not as a pennance for my deare sonnes losse But as a further safety of my Kingdome And larger interest of your love to me David Give me the danger I can meet but death King My hopes are better of thee noble Knight Heare then thy taske thou shalt then hence In Knightly order ride 'gainst him not onely Aided Persia 'gainst our power but shakes our Kingdome with the power of hell blake Ormandine The inchanted Garden-keeper if that thou dar'st Attempt and bring his head I will not onely Quittance this mischance which makes me wretched But halfe my part of this large Crowne Is thine and when I dye David of Wales reignes King of Tartary Speake comfortable words of the attempt David It is the oath of Knight-hood I have tane and here Againe before you I will take from hence being parted ne're to make stay more than a nights Repose till I am there and being there By all the honours of a Knight I vow Blacke Ormandines head and lay it at your feete This by the honour of a Knight I le do or dye in the attempt King 'T is enough rise noble David So now shall I be reveng'd for my sonnes life Without the clamour of the world for it Thou bring his head poore Knight thou maist as well Rob love of lightning or claspe a hand Garnado Being fir'd to morrow morning you shall forward set On with the Herse till you returne We sorrowes path shall tread And bury griefe when thou bringst Armands head A dead March within Exeunt Chorus Our Brittaine Knight we leave in his hard journey But more hard attempt yet all the other have not idle beene For since their parting at the brazen Piller Each hath shar'd strange and perillous adventures Which here in severall acts to personate would in the Meanest fill a larger Scene than on this Stage An Action would containe But to the shortnesse of the time wee 'le sort Each Champion in 't shall beare a little part Of their more larger History Then let your fancies deeme upon a stage One man a thousand and one houre an age And now with patience beare your kind attents to the Red Crosse bearer English George your high renowned Knight who since the hand of Christendome parted her Seven faire Knights the dangers he hath seene and past Would make the brightest day looke pale and tremble Nay death himselfe that ends mortality To thinke of death and that himselfe must dye After renowned George from the fell Dragons jawes Redeem'd Sabrina Pomils onely heire with slaughter Of the Hell-produced fiend his wife he wonne Had Pomil promise kept but in a large requitall Of her life incens'd by the Moroco King our Champions rivall Cast George in prison in a hatefull Dungeon He that deserv'd his Crowne and daughters bed He ingratefully with branne and water fed 7 years together Which time expir'd the miserable Knight found once That opportunity shewed him a little favour For by the breaking of the Iailers neck He gaind the keyes which gave him liberty When being freed and out of dangers port You his kind Countrymen shall see For Englands honour Georges Chivaldry Enter Clowne like a poore shepheard Clow. Oh most astonishable hunger thou that dost pinch worse than any Fairies or the gummes of old women thou that dost freeze the mortall gouts of a man more than the Rozom'd stick of a Base Violl what shall be said what shall be done to thee Oh my glorious Mother what a time of eating had I in thy dayes nay my magnanimous Master whom I lost in the devils arse of Peake what a plentifull progresse had I with thee when we did nothing but kill Gyants and wild beasts then the golden gobbets of Beefe and Bacon whose shining fat would cry clash in spight of my teeth now I may compare with Ploydens law the case is alter'd A shepheard a sheep-biter nay I were happy then I would wish no better bitings than Mutton the Cobs of Herring and parings of Cheese is now a Sundayes dyet and yet they cry out of my abhominable feeding my unsatisfied gut with a Wolfe at the end on 't I have eate up my Tarrebox for hunger already what will be next troe Soft who comes here my fellow Swaine with some pittifull provant for my dinner Enter Shepheard Shep. Suckabus where art thou Clow. Heere where the bare bones of him will be very shortly what hast thou brought me there Shep. A feast a feast here 's princely cheere for thee here 's two Carrots and a Turnip and a little morsell of Beanebread that I stole to hearten thee up withall Clow. Sweet fellow Coridon give me 't I shal grow a Phiosopher shortly if I fare o'th is fashion O the very steame of the three fat Oxen that my Master found boyling for the Gyants dinner which we kill'd would have fill'd both our bellies for a Fortnight Shep. Ha three Oxen for one Gyants dinner Thou art mistaken sure thou art not old enough to see a Giant And could thy Master and thee kill him Clow. Why there 's the wit of a Bell-weather one we kill'd a hundred but talke I
you life give Be good unto my friends I falne take up your friend hence Geor. Well to your Fate farewell Thunder Orm. Oh are you aiming t was time I came you had Fetcht me else so so we are met Thunder strikes him He that sels blisse and would in this Art shine At last shall pay for 't as did Ormandine Geor. So farewell Ormandine wake David wake Dav. Is the Inchantment past where is this fiend this divel Ormandine your charmes no longer shall prevaile on me Geor. No more they shall not noble Brittaine Knight See who with joy imbrace thee in his armes Dav. Brother of England farre-renowned George Am I a second time enlarg'd by thee I shall pay Time a death indebted to thy valour Geo. Doe not engage so farre Who knows what haps attend our next adventure Dav. Brother where 's Ormand Geo. Dead Dav. Oh I am lost for ever lost and gone For ever bearing Knightly Armes agen oh oh Geo. Brave Brittain Knight with patience heare I le tell o're your owne Story Dav. Say on my Oracle I will attend Geo. This Sword you see is mine inchantments done You waken'd from deaths sleepe think it not strange Ormand did declare before his death Your Oaths adventure for to fetch his head By the Tartarian King your Oath shall be perform'd Wee 'le take it off these harmelesse men That hither fled onely to save their lives Shall you get favour'd of their King agen I le beare you company unto the King Where we agen must part you shall be further satisfi'd In all what appeares darke I le open as we ride Come brother David we the world that range Must not admire at accidents or change Exeunt ACTUS QUARTUS Enter Argalio Leonides and spirits Arg. Come deare Leonides My loves sole minion That like the powerfull ruler of the Fates Turnes my restlesse Negromantick charmes Into what forme best fitts thy appetite Speake my Leonides prithee smile and speake it Could Earth or Hell invent a guard To shield black crimes from direfull punishment Walls are by Warres strong Engins raz'd and torne And Center-reaching cavernes of the earth Have oft bin made the inhabitants sad graves But to build thee a stronger Barracado I have fetcht force from underneath the Poles The slimy mists of darke Avernus Lake Cocitus pitchy steems are mixt with that And black compounded smoake the Cyclops send From the foule sulpher of hot Aetna's Forge All which I have compounded in a lumpe To make this Isle obscure and tenebrous I 'le tell thee friend those furious Gyants that did warre with heaven Had they effected their great enterprise Could not more glory in their usurpation Than I doe in this Master-piece of Art Leon. True great Argalio Yet here I live as a repriev'd prisoner In hope of life sure of imprisonment Losing the benefit of lifes repast Arg. In what Leon. In the grand losse of the all-pleasing light Without the which life is a misery too hard to be inflicted Arg. Wrong not thy judgment with that fond opinion Night why 't is the proper spheare the Orbe of pleasure When doe those heires of pleasure Cupids Lords The active Courtiers and attractive Dames Choose to expresse their quintessence of mirth In sports and revells is 't not in the Night Night and the pleasures that she brings with her Shall make thee scorne day as unnecessary My several spirits in an active dance Shall now present themselves Enter spirits and dance thunder lightning Leon. Why are these terrours mixt with our delights Arg. The angry heavens with common destiny Thunder Reprove my sports Leon. As they 'd oppose my sinnes Enter Leopides with father and sister See see where those poore soules Their murthering hands puld from the mortall Motion of their flesh come backe to give The Ferry-man his hire I am behinde hand in that Fatall debt but now in spight of his blacke churlish Oare Wee 'le waft ourselves unto the hoped shoare Arg. Correct thy feare affrighted fantasie Against these fond illusions see they are vanisht Come unto pleasures turne they but abuse thy thoughts Enter Spirits Spir. O great Argalio call thy ablest charmes Never had Art more need to helpe her Mistresse Three bold adventerous Knights prepare themselves To ruine thee and thy Leonides Aurela Queene of this unhappy Kingdome Has given her best advice to further them Arg. Be carefull of your charge Downe to the infernall vaults call up The Legion of the lower World and throw Hels vengeance on them Come my Leonides away with feare Should these charmes faile which to mistrust were poore My Art should helpe thee with tenne thousand more Exeunt Enter Iames Iam. Sure I have lost mine eyes or else am walkt Into eternall darknesse I have read how wise Vlysses saw the under world convers'd with bold Achylles and the Greekes and then returnd alive To earth agen but Fables helpe but weakly Imitate what really I feele I have lost My fellowes in this endlesse night till now Their voyees kept me company Ho Denis Denis Within Here here Iam. Where art thou man Den. Wading through fire and buffetting with aire Iames. Where 's Patricke Within Here here Enter Patr. Pat. Where 's my noble Spaniard Enter Iam. Iam. Here my friend Pat. We all came severall waies then Den. But a worse than I have ventur'd never Man set foote to first through a Lake that Lybias Desarts yeeld not more hot contagions Venome that has strooke confused terrour Throughout all my limbes and pierc'd my armours Closure then was I faine to enterpose my shield Betwixt me and that pondrous weight that fell As if some Castles ruines had falne downe To crush me into nothing Pat. Mulciber like I walkt through fire And as the Salamander bathed in the flames Winding his body in a streame of sulphure So the devouring heate incompast me Iam. But I had musicke in my passage friends The Whistler and the Screech-Owle joyn'd their songs The boding Ravens made the consort up And with their multitudes prest me to earth But here the ayre breaths cold and gently on us Is not yon light or being inur'd to darknesse Have not our eyes forgot their faculties 'T is light what 's here a Pillar and a Tablet on 't The lively Taper which not onely cleares our eyes So long invaded with Cimerian mists but gives Vs light by viewing this Inscription thereby For to unfold this darke Aenigma Read Denis Denis Reades Read and wonder you that be not be Not borne to end this prodigie The golden Fleece which Iason sought In embleme must be hither brought The Floure de Luce and Harpe must ioyne Before the Riddle you untwine Iberias earth must yeeld a Knight That must extinguish this great light By the same water must be found That borne was on unvenom'd ground A gallion Helmet that must hold The water that these Charmes unfold That done this land resumes her rest And all Inchantments here deprest
me as I hope thou dost Stay but a little next puffe of winde makes me but kisse the earth And thou hast freedome say is it done Georg. My teares deliver 't as my deede 't is done Calib That 's my sweete boy and now to give thee further Triall of my love to thee alone the ransome shall belong Of sixe obscur'd Champions in my cave a sight Thou never yet beheldst my loving boy Tarpax bring forth those daring Champions That were sent to kill great Calib And confound my charme Oh they are come This is my George the fiery youth of Spain Cal'd by the name of Iames this Anthony of Italy This the brave Northerne Knight brave Andrew This Irelands Patricke Brittaines David this And this the lively briske crosse capring French man Denis There take 'em to thee use em as thou please Their armour and their weapons too are thine With which the scare-crowes came to fright us hence Georg. A sight would pierce a rocke Goodly shapt persons how I suffer for them But yet I must dissemble love and pitty Are these 'em Mother take them away They have beene us'd too well wee 'le thinke Of harder paine and courser fare Calib That 's my best George take this charming wand Make tryall of it then against this rocke And with once waving it about thy head The mortis sinnewed stones shall cleave in sunder And gape like an insatiate grave to swalow up what 's theron And doe but wish that it should close agen Give but the other wave and it is done There George I give it thee Thunder and lightning a groan Tarpax laughes Georg. Thankes loving Mother Calib Ha 't was Tarpax voyce Tar. Foole foole Calib foole Calib O my feare strooke shaken heart Georg. What ailes my mother Calib Nay nothing George I must a while retire Be not you absent a minutes Space shall send me back agen Exit George Though borne in bastardy how happy was my fate In this good Calib she 's cruell unto others And few or none whose foote doe chance to stray Neare the abiding of this great inchantresse But deaths therein to which they travaile to A world of fancies dance about my braines And shapes me thoughts which saies I am no bastard Or what a warre my selfe hath with my selfe And spurres me on to know what Fate denies me She told me too my Parentage was noble But name and Title she obscur'd from mee How or which way oh I hav 't I will make tryall Of her sorcery she said what I desir'd to see or know This rod wave 'bout my head should amplifie Take courage George then though they lov'd not thee Yet thus I doe desire their shapes to see Defend me all you ministers of grace Thunder and Lightning then soft musicke Enter the ghost of Georges father and mother Fath. George Moth George Geo. J answer to that name say on Fath. Then first to settle these thy wandring thoughts Thou art our sonne truely legitimate Vomit the thought of Bastard thou art none But heire to the Earle of Coventry Geo. O say resolve me compleat shadows of my Parents Vpon my knees with Reverence I bow tell me oh tell me Since from your ayrie shapes I heare both sound voice Adde to distressed George a second birth and life In saying that yee live Fath. O no Mo. O No Geo. How soone fresh flowers fall which now did grow Fath. Delay not long thy Parents rest my George Heare a briefe story and then send me hence Know then that cursed Calib which now doates on thee Did not at first doe so but poison'd us And fled with thee away unto that Cell of honour Secur'd by her inchantments from all danger Then hir intents not satisfied with both our lives Began to prey on thine but pitty spight of Hell Flew from thine eyes and overthrew the Murdresse black intent That since th' ast liv'd in love and favour with her But now be wise her power is in thy hand Oh then be swift be swift to execute Thy Parents murder on the damned witch That done redeeme the Christian Champions go with them Her Cave is not unfurnisht of rich Armes Fame holds the Christian Trophy thou must beare Englands Red Crosse shall George then St. George weare That summond us back sends us George waft thy wand Geo. Farewell Exit Both Farewell deare son Thunder lightning Geo. Go rest go rest sweet shadows be no more disturb'd All my sick passions that late were scatter'd with My troubled thoughts are re-united in this little Orbe But for this Calib this accursed Hagge Whose deeds are blacker than her tempting tutors Revenge hath fill'd her cup unto the brim And she shall quaffe her foule soules black perdition Both Protract not George we rest not till she dies Geo. No more no more revenge like lightning flies Exit A noise within Enter Witch Tarpax with other spirits arm'd Clowne with them Thundring and Lightning Cal. Shield me my Tarpax from the furious boy That hurries to my death more swifter Than the hot fiery Steeds that threw Ambitious Phaeton from his pride defend me then Tar. Calib we cannot Thy power 's extinct and thou thy selfe must fall Did dotage on thy Deaths-man blind thee so To give thy safe protection and thy power to him Now arm'd with both comes to destroy thee Fie Calib fie could not the Riddle which I read to thee When thou desired'st the knowledge of thy doome Forewarne thee then Prepare he comes Cal. Hell and confusion Tar. I confusion comes Cal. How comes he arm'd Tar. One hand thy power the other beares a Falchion Cal. Oh gentle Tarpax numbe his sences so That he forget the power of his wand we may be safe Tar. He comes he comes Cal. Circle me round and keepe him off a while Whilst on the outside of this Rocke I climbe Vp by the crags unto the top Thundring lightning Enter George in a fury the spirits keepe him backe Geo. Have I found thee witch I 'le not be long from thy accursed heart The bastard hagge is prov'd legitimate heire To great Coventry whom thou thou devill Worse than those that guard thee murther'd But in despight of all thy hellish hoast Who faint against the justice of my cause I thus assay thee Tar. Thus we defend her Cal. Fight sweet spirits fight kill but that boy I 'le let ope Rivers of my blood to you And you shall drinke your fill Geo. This instrument is not of power to deale with fiends Cal. Destroy him Tarpax let not the villaine breath Geo. I will make tryall of this other toole Tar. Calib farwell we can no longer stay Wee 'le meete thee strait in flames our joviall day Cal. Now cleaves the Rock and I doe sinke to Hell Roare wind clap Thunder for great Calibs knell Musick the Rocke cleaves she sinkes thunder lightning Geo. Sinke downe unto thy black infernall fellows hagge This messenger assures me Heaven 's pleas'd
of birth Great Mistris of the world whose large-stretcht armes O're Land and Sea holds domination Renown'd for government in peace or warre Even to the shoare of scorching India Their armes strike terrour through the world Kings were their vassals and their awfull swords Brought the knowne world to their subjection Nor wonder not great King that we should leave A Court that 's fraughted with such happinesse For Christians glory and our Countries fame We have adventur'd life and honour too Emp. And both are lost I feare unhappy men Whom in my piety I should respect The gods in justice causes me reject Lay hands on 'em Both On us for what Empr. Performe our will in the delay is death Both Is this your welcome love and gratitude Emp. Your honour or your valour now will be of small assurance What ill-fated starre guided your haplesse feete Into this land these eyes that shot forth welcome Now must send Embassadours of death to your cold hearts No acclamations now must fill your eares With joyfull conquest Apollos Garland That should grace your browes Must decke your Coffins the grave your chambers And the wormes must be The sad companions of your destiny Boldly then prepare For in your journey you have equall share Anton. We mist your aimes in this 'T is a strange turning from courteous welcome To blacke threats of death Empr. I le ease your doubts though not your misery You both are Christians Both We are Empr. In being so you post to your owne ruine The holy Gods whom piety commands us to obey Have from their Oracles sent this decree What ever Christian sets his haplesse foote On this forbidden ground unlesse he instantly Recant his faith let him be made A bloody sacrifice to appease our wrath Now here lies before yee the riches Of our kingdome glory and honour The benefits of sweete and happy life All the most choyce delights that with our love May be propos'd to you even these our beauties Turne your amorous eyes please your owne fancies And inrich your selves where you best affect Onely relinquish the religion which now you hold And turne unto our Gods that done As we are Emperour of Trebizon All these shall be perform'd but if through Pride and hated wilfulnesse you shall refuse Our proffer a present death attends you Both We are prepar'd Emp. Then in your death this favour we will shew Because your valour hath so shew'd you both To be borne High and Noble we give this priviledge To chuse your executioners Andr. Thou hast redeem'd thy honour and this sentence Speakes thee a royall Tyrant Come my friend We two like Travellers that are inforc'd To venture on a lodging fild with horrors in outward shew Threatning no way but ruine the blacke preparatives Of sad decay being Vshers to the entrance But once being in then thinke my constant partner What endlesse welcome followes pleasures unspeakable Beyond the sublimary thoughts of our poore natures If but the thought of this advance the soule And drives our sence to admiration Oh then how glorious is that wisht for seat Where all these benefits shall be compleat Anthon. I need no armour but my constant heart And thou hast given new life to 't In our deaths our innocence shall make our After story be worth all knowing judgements Nor shall our bloods be shed by vulgar hands Since we have power in the disposing it Come beauteous Ladies now expresse your arts Make your Apollo wonder at your skill And with more glory than he did ascend Olimpus top after blacke Pythons fall With more shall you salute your peoples eyes Rejoycing in our haplesse Tragedies Princesse Vnhappy Violeta Car. Lost Carintha Emp. Bind them fast Now Violeta arme thy feeble hand Strike sure and fearelesse for thou sendst the gods A pleasing Sacrifice Prin. O unhappy mayd lost in my best of wishes Was I borne to ruine vertue and gaine by it a name Hatefull to all posterity Royall Sir Have you no other to imploy than her That you gave life too must I become an executioner Or doe you thinke me Marble oh that I were That I might ever weepe for your injustice For ever may my hand forget its motion If it give way to this Know I dare dye Rather than act this mischiefe Emp. Are you of that opinion too Carintha Car. Sir I am and rather will I chuse a noble death Than live with such dishonour Emp. Oh my unbounded passions give 'em vent The flame will else consume me Fall from me all respects of nature I will forget that I had such a thought As to beleeve thee mine farewell the houres I often spent in contemplation of thy beauty Youth and breeding thou and these shall be like things Forgotten and if thy hand refuse to act our will Expect the utmost of all sad afflictions Our hate can cast upon thee Princesse I am prepar'd and glory in my suffrings Emp. Binde them then since you are so resolv'd Wee 'le give you cause to expresse your fortitude They shall suffer first Anthon. Give us a hearing Sir We doe not wish to pull on others ruines With our owne nor would we make you guilty Of a crime so soule least after ages should traduce Your name for this impiety give us then Your first and voluntary promise that your Tongue alowd and we will quit these Ladies from the act Emp. We agree to 't and by our Gods I sweare my promise To performe without all doubt or fraud Anton. Vnbinde us then and give us in our hands Our well try'd swords and you shall see how quickly We will charme a passage to our wisht For expirations we will embrace in steele And worthy friend doe but strike home And thou shalt soone perceive how quickly wee le have Freedome thou shalt see how I will meet thy wishes And woe thy backward sword to give to me A passage to yon blessed Kingdome Emp. Vnbinde 'em strait and arme 'em Princesse This is cruell sinke mine eyes into your Hollow cavernes doe not see an act so full of horrour Emp. Are yee prepar'd Both Yes for your eternall ruines Anthon. We are free and like untamed Lyons We now will forrage and bath us in your bloods And. So they are all disperst and fled never before Stood life on such a fickle poynt with us Le ts leave this cursed Kingdome Mount our Steeds which through negligence Our enemies have faild to sieze on Leave them to curse their starres And still be sure in all our actions That heavens mighty hand Can mens devices easie countermand Exeunt ACTUS TERTIUS Enter Almona and Lenon being throwne by David Almon. No more no more your words are feathers For the winde to play with Lenon Will you not joyne with me to be reveng'd When was it knowne that Lenon and Almona Parted with victories tryumphant which now flies With a disdain'd applause from us unto a stranger When did these Bulwarks which hath stood till now