Consume you all or that my dying breath Might a contagion breed throughout the earth It grieves me not so much I am to fall Tho' from the pinacle of all my hopes As that my glories by a female rage Are all eclips'd Devil's revenge my death I can but curse you and so yeild my breath He dies Jul. Thy curses will accompany thy soul Valerio thou' rt reveng'd Clar. The Prince may likewise rest in Peace Liv. And so may Frangypane King Duke c. within King Break ope the doors Jul. We are surpriz'd but Death shall Finish all She wounds her self Clar. Why did you strike before me Jul. That I may carry tydings to the Prince That you will follow Liv. Commend my love likewise to Frangypane Tell him I 'll grieve his death a score of years And then I 'll visit him Jul. They bounce again dispatch dear Clariana Clar. Alas my feeble arm its utmost courage shew'd In spilling boldly that base Traytors blood I dare not die Liv. Nor I if I should be hang'd Jul. Then live here miserably whilst I Enjoy in the Elyzium shades my dear Valerio's company Farewel Clar. Nay take me with you for I feel desires Strong enough to lead me to the Prince My courage ebbs and flows just as my love And fears do dictate but love triumphs now She wounds her self Scoena Ultima King Duke Hortensio Captains c. Duke BE not so cruel to thy self Clar. Y' are welcome but too late Liv. I 'll take your counsel Sir I can't abide To have my love serv'd up in blood Exit Jul. Give me thy hand I 'll guide thee in this shady Pilgrimage Duke Great Sir you see the shipwracks you have made Your Sons innocence you already know Your Daughters you ne'er doubted nor I mine King I finde and see too much Goes to the Princess Duke My dearest Clariana Clar. Grieve not for me I finde a peace in death Beyond all earthly comforts Farewel Dies Duke She 's gone for ever gone Weeps Jul. Adieu dear Father May your Throne be well Secured by your Childrens blood your Peace Dayly by Subjects Loyalty encrease King Thy wishes will be good for those succeed Me in this fatal Throne My heart doth bleed With such an inward grief for my crimes past Caus'd by suspition and my needless fears By baser Sycophants improv'd I scarce Can live to ask a Pardon nor she to give 't That crack was timely in the other world She dies I will implore 't of both Dies Hor. Alas poor King grief crackt his aged heart My Lord why do you waste your tears in a Single sorrow when a general grief So much requires them Duke What can be nearer then a Daughters death Hor. A Soveraigns and the Peoples safety Duke The King dead Hor. Heart-broke with grief Duke Then Nature must excuse me Grief employ Thy power to distil my soul in tears Upon this Prince's Hearse whose much distrust Did heap on woes to hasten him to dust Hor. Your sorrow 's comely but the publick danger In my opinion claims precedency These dire events to Naples and her Crown Should they arrive unto the publick ear Ere you assert your right or make your claim Which is undoubted to this Realm Faction Might discompose the Publick Peace And so our griefs and dangers both increase Duke Advise us dear Hortensio now our friend Thy prompt complyance with us in revenge Of Prince Amintors death I never shall Forget to own or to neward Hor. The baseness of the Murther did compel That seeming Treachery but my revole You know was grounded upon honest thoughts And that we both meant safety to the King Duke Thou speak'st an Angel-truth But to Our Right Hor. We all salute you King Capt. Sould. Long live Alphonso King of us and Naples Duke We heartily your Acclamations greet Let all these Princely bodies be expos'd To publick grief for a convenient time And then interr'd with high solemnity As for that Caitiff Slave whose impious crimes All Presidents exceed so let his Grave Be in the bowels of devouring Wolves To whom let it be cast a prey whilst we Mutually grieve his great impiety Exeunt EPILOGUE VVIT's grown so poor those Poets now excel That in a Play express but one thing well If new 't is such a Miracle in Wit You ought admire but not to censure it Yet Gallants you do not consider this But boldly censure every thing amiss As if that Poets ought to have no fault When very Gods themselves do sometimes halt Troth you 'd do well before you censure it To try your selves if you can better it Which if y' effect your Work much better shames Those you'd condemn then now your loud exclaims But this our Author knew when first he writ He did create you Judges of his Wit Without disputing of your learned skill His Doom's wholly depending on your Will Therefore proceed whate'er your sentence be 'T will but at worst compleat his Tragedy But if in 's favour you your Verdict give Loudly proclaim your Votes and let it live FINIS
strange we hear not of the Prince he has I 'm confidâ—â—t receiv'd advice both of Valerio's Death and my approach to Naples 1 Off. But what 's more wonderful your Messenger Returns not Duke That doth distract me too Me thinks he should With some Advices re-dispatch him back We all are in a mist and our designe For want of prosecution must needs give Advantage to the Enemy for soon As Hortensio hath notice of our March He 'll rally up his forces and pursue us From the Kings fury no less danger waits On our March forward Ruine will hem us in And pale Destruction like a hungry Grave Devour our Lives and Fortunes 1 Off. Our case is hard indeed to forsake hopes Of safety for a certain ruine 2 Off. Nay certain safety the resolution Was too promptly made and too soon executed Duke You judge by the event howe'er 't succeed The stratagem was high and the designe Through-laid We are not Gods to mold our fate Or to foresee futurity of chance We but propose 't is they dispose of things They mold the Fortunes of the mightiest Kings What means that shout A shout within 1 Off. It speaks the return Sir of your Messenger Enter Messenger Duke You are most welcome because long expected Where are the Prince's Letters 'T is more then time We knew his minde Mess The Prince Alas Duke Why dost thou stop and wear upon thy looks Distractions Livery Mess Could you but read the Tragedy within You 'd leave amazement and transported be To such a highth of wonder 't would change you To a Statue or like weeping Niobe From a Fountain-top force you to distil A Sea of blood for tears Duke For what most dire and fatal accident Dost thou prepare our ears Is the Prince Discovered and in hold Mess In hold indeed he 's Prisoner to Death Duke To Death Curst be the tongue which gave that language voice Curst be the ears that did receive the sound And doubly curst that guilty hand which durst Commit so vile a Regicide 1 Off. Cease good my Lord to be so far enrag'd Let us revenge before we grieve his death In his just Quarrel we 'll all spend our breath Duke Noble Lieutenant thy advice doth adde New vigour to my soul My curses now Shall change into revenge The Gods knew well How sweet that power was therefore reserv'd It wholly to themselves yet daring men By petty passions mov'd do often try To rob the Gods of that felicity With how much justice may I then revenge The Prince his Murther on that damned Slave Who durst in him give Vertue 's self a Grave Mess To set a sharper edge upon your swords Know that his Murtherer is high infavour With the King and that it is reported The Princess marriage must reward the act With whom he is to raign th' old King being dead A Monarch here in Naples Duke A King in Hell amongst the Purple flames He shall be rewarded Phalaris Bull Or some more horrid Instrument of death Which may with lingring yet excessive pain Drink by degrees his life and force him curse His soul to Hell for ease shall be his recompence 2 Off. But all this while his Name 's to us unknown Duke Let it be Murtherer or what it may My high revenge is levell'd at his soul Mess They call him Calisto but neither know From whence nor what he is Duke But I know where to send him This Caliste Must certainly be Terraefilius That Slave still wore a murthering heart beneath A smiling face But come let 's haste to Court If Blood be pastime there I 'll make them sport Exeunt Scoena Quinta Juliana Clariana Livia Jul. THy grief to mine compar'd is of so mean A price it looseth all account Clar. I 've lost my Heart my Lover and my Prince Jul. And I my Love Heart Prince and Brother too My dear Valerio's poyson'd yet I live Clar. Amintor murther'd and I onely grieve Livia sings My Love is dead and my Heart is gone And yet I live And yet I grieve But Frangypane will return anon From yonder cloud Jul. What a medley of sorrow 's here Livia continues the Song He 'll rip his shrowd And visit me again But I 'll no longer be Guilty of cruelty By which he once was slain If that you spy An Arrow fly And wound his Noble Heart Oh do not cry Oh do not start 'T is but a glance Of this bright eye That doth advance To visit his poor Heart Clar. Poor innocent Maid with what distracted Yet passionate Notes she vents her griefs Were I distracted too I might as she Perhaps in Songs vent all my misery Jul. That wish would but our miseries augment For it would render us uncapable To revenge the deaths of those we grieve for Clar. I know 't is ignoble but where there is A want of strength to bear a misery To Nature sure it is a charity To wish our selves less sensible of grief I could afford to melt my soul in tears Distil my eyes like Marble in a sweat If 't would renew my dear Amintor's life But such my mis'ry is the more I grieve I 've greater cause to grieve Like damned fouls That suffer'd flames a hundred thousand years Perceive their sufferings of as great a length When that time 's finisht as when first begun So will the Prince his death appear to me And every day augment my misery Jul. Dry up those liquid sorrows Joyn with me In a Revenge may justifie your love And set his bones at rest Then we 'll resolve Like Roman Dames to meet our Loves in shades Which neither jealousie nor fate invades Clar. My Womans strength will fail in the attempt 'T is easier far for me to die my self Then own the cruelty to destroy another Yet Death though gildedne'en so well is still Relisht by Nature as a bitter Pill Jul. Tho' Nature's weak our loves may well supply That poor defect and teach us how to die And our Revenge so great a Justice is Nor gods nor men can say we do amiss He 'll straight be here come come you must resolve Here take this Ponyard how you tremble at it Me thinks my Brothers death might fortifie Your Arm. Clar. That fatal word addes Courage Jul. Why bravely said Think who you do revenge Think how he lov'd how innocent he died Then strike Thou canst not miss the Traytors heart I 'll grave as many wounds upon his flesh As his vile murther made upon my heart And then the World and I may freely part Clar. I 'll endeavour to follow your example So brave a Leader may well guide my hand To all those Actions which my fears withstand But if my love I to your Precepts Joyn No Womans Courage ought to equal mine Jul. How well that speech becomes my Clariana But since our Courage hath attain'd this heighth We must devise the aptest means to perfect Our Revenge Perswade thou Livia bind him to this
this hour call for 't Ter. Perform and I will have thee Deified Then worship thee my self Exit Prince Confide in me Ungrateful Villain Since thou hast thus deceiv'd my trust I will Despair to finde an honest man Through the Small Pilgrimage of my life I ve made search And before this could never meet a man Whom I could think worthy to share my heart This I have trusted with my secret sins Try'd with all baits that might corrupt a Knave As Honour Riches Opportunity And still I found him honest no Ambition No Deceit no Falshood no Flattery Could I ere perceive Yet I watch'd him neer And on a suddain to have his heart beget So proud a thought as marrying my sister Appears a miracle in Nature sure The Court spreads a corruption through each soul Sucks in that poys'nous Air But in this shape I 'll dive into his soul and thence extract Each hellish thought his brain doth hammer out For I do calculate by his discourse Some dark Designes lie hid within his breast I 'll play the Midwife give his Projects birth Which I 'll transmute to Air but him to Earth Exit ACTUS QUARTUS Scoena Prima Pistols discbarg'd within Enter Frangypane driving balf a score before him Valerio Hortensio Fran. SLaves my Livia straight restore Or I will swim in bloody gore Unto her rescue Guard Arm Arm Within Arm Arm Fran. Give to the Dukes Tent an alarm I 'll cut my way unto the place Where you in bondage and disgrace My Livia keep I 'll set her free My Sword shall give her Liberty Val. What hath the Mad-man done h 'as lost himself Enter Valerio Hortensio with their swords drawn And desperately engag'd our ruine too This comes of foolish Jests we must make sport With Mad-men A Plague upon the brain that Did contrive the Letter Hor. None would have thought him such a Mad-man as to engage his personal Valour amongst thousands upon a bare suggestion that his Mistress was taken Prisoner Val. To what folly will not love engage men But let him perish and the fool die with him So we are safe Should th' enemy but know How small a strength we are alarmed by This fool their rouzed Valours might pursue us T' our very Tents and there devour us Before the body of our Army come Hor. Your Excellence saith true one desperate sool May more injure a well-order'd Camp then Then Valours of a thousand can repair Yet it is pity he should perish thus The Alarm still continues I believe He is not yet destroy'd would your Excellence Give way I would endeavour with a Troop Val. We may'nt engage so many lives upon So desperate a designe Go rally up Our Troops and let them take th' advantage of The field Draw them up in such a figure As may best offend their enemies and Defend themselves The Duke perhaps seeing Our willingness to take the field will judge Us Masters of more strength i' th' Town Hor. Your Orders shall be punctually observ'd Exit Val. For publick safety having taken care I may bemoan my Cousins severe fate Whose soul though tainted much with Poesie And more enslav'd to love was of a strain Noble and valiant like his Ancestors So many Vertues did adorn his mind As for one folly may well plead's excuse All Great men are not States-men and if he Did want some judgement to controul his wit Envy her self will say his bloody fate Did buy our Pastime at too dear a rate Exit Scoena Secunda Duke Captain Duke DId none second him Capt. None His single courage did disarm our Guards Which having put to flight more by surprize Then a judicious Valour he boldly Fronted our whole Army and bad restore His Livia whereat we stood amaz'd Whilst he as if some Fury had possest His Arm broke through our Troops where like A God of War he cut his way For all our faculties were so employ'd In admiration of the bold attempt We let our selves be slain until a Fellow Of a duller soul and quite uncapable Of admiration shot him through the head Duke 'T was pity so much Valour should be wed To so much indiscretion did he die Immediately upon the Wound Capt. No my Lord Having with sighs bemoan'd his Mistress fate Condemn'd his Courage and his Fortune curs'd For setting of this period to his life Before he had his Livia enlarg'd He did begin to faint and thereupon Two of our skilfull'st Chyrurgeons were call'd To sound the Wound which they so mortal found And him with loss of blood so faint they judg'd Him dead as in effect he was when on A suddain as if another soul were Shot into 's breast his cheeks began to wear The Livery of Life and by their scarlet Tincture did proclaim that his remaining blood Did yet sustain his Vital parts Duke When Nature was so strong could not their Art Preserve him Capt. It was impossible for all our hopes Were but meer lightnings before his death As you have seen a poor departing snuff A while burn dim and on a suddain blaze Then droop again then blaze and quite go out So he would seem almost reviv'd and vent Poetick Raptures of so high a strain As all did judge him in Elizium then In fine he di'd our wonder and our grief Duke Poor Gentleman I much condole his fate He doth deserve our pity not our hate See that his Obsequies be well perform'd Agreeable unto his Noble Birth Capt. I shall my Lord. Duke And that severest Discipline be kept Throughout the Camp unless the Foe assault Let none presume by any Hostile act T' exasperate the Enemy until I do receive instructions from the Prince I would not willingly engage for they Who venture all should with much caution play Exeunt Scoena Tertia Terraefilius Prince Juliana Clariana Ter. T Is in your power to oblige me Sir And build your self a fortune I shall less Doubt your performance of our will because Your interest is link'd with mine Prince Were there no other motive then the Trust You do impose upon my faith it were A bond inviolable but ye are my Lord Patron indeed the Basis of my fate Judge not my heart Sir By this sable Busk I wear my blackest Livery in sight Within my soul 's all innocent and white Ter. I am confirm'd make but the Princess mine And to thy Art I will erect a Shrine Exit Prince I 'm your creature the whirlpool of his heart Is bottomless I cannot sound the depth Yet I perceive a mass of confus'd ills Lie there upon a heap expecting a Fit time to take their shapes some deep designe In Embryon lies as yet unripe for birth But he 's so Politick that by no means Can I obtain the knowledge yet sometimes As my distrust makes me observe him still He 'll speak suspitiously as if he were Ambitious of a Crown and did aspire Beyond my Sisters love as if he meant To raise his fortune upon my
safe as you 'll answer 't Next let 's convey the Body in where in Martial Accourtrements let it be expos'd To Publick View till every Souldier Hath dropt a tear then it shall be interr'd With all the great Solemnity of War In which whilst living he took such delight 'T is just that dead he have a Souldiers right They bear him off Scoena Tertia Prince in Magical Robes Lussurio in Armour Terraefilius King Guards Juliana Clariana Prince YOu know your Question and being examin'd The Answer you must make Luf In all I 'm perfect Prince Withdraw then I hear him coming Enter Terraefilius Your Lordship is most welcome Ter. My curiosity was such I could not miss my time Prince Y' are indeed somewhat before your hour But not before I am prepar'd to serve you Twelve tedious hours are already spent In Exorcisms and inchanting Charms My Robes I 've thrice with Ceremony chang'd Every Circle of deep Magick trac'd I 've div'd in Horours as profound as Hell Summon'd to Council the Infernal Furies Seen Mysteries this Night would shake and chill The blood of any common man to Ice And all to serve my Lord Ter. But my best Genius canst thou perform Prince Else I should curse my studies and despise My Art In this Circle my Lord stand you Secure and neither move nor speak to what You see for then you 'll break my Covenant With Hell and ten thousand Furies with horrour Will upon you seize and coss your Carcase Upon the bosome of a Northern storm There to be ground to Atomes Ter. I shall be circumspect Prince Observe your station then He wafts his Wand thrice By Acheron the River Styx And all the space that is betwixt That and the bot Infernal Lake Where Cerberus his Sop doth take Infernal Pluto keeps his Court And with fair Proserpine doth sport I do conjure fierce Radamant Aecus Minos Hell's Pursuvant The compass of the earth to trace And bring the Prince unto this place Within the twinkling of an eye A Man rises like a Spirit Spirit His Vertue bars that liberty But if that thou no more wilt claim Then Hell promise'd in Pluto's Name It shall be done Prince His shadow you 'll afford Spirit You know the Devil never broke his word I 'll send his shadow straight waft thrice your Wand And what you wish shall be at your command The Spirit descends Enter Lussurio in Armour Ter. Aside A pretty Incantation and in Verse If Ryme will do 't I 'll see if I can pierce This Aiery Prince it looks as if 't were he I 'm sure that I should know that Armory Could I but hit him right What are you down Can Devils die are Spirits mortal grown He kills Lussurio The Prince throws off his Disguise Prince No there 's one still lives to be reveng'd on thee Ter. The Prince Who is it then I have slain Prince Lussurio his shadow for which I 'll be reveng'd Will it not enter He makes a Pass at Terraefilius Ter. Thanks to my Privy Coat Are you so subtle Prince I 'll try what Proof you are He wounds the Prince Prince Treason Murther Treason Oh I am slain On thee bafe Slave my blood will still remain He falls Enter King and Guard King Our Guard what Outcry 's this of Treason Ter. 'T is met Sir and destroy'd Finding the Prince Clad in this Moorish Garb for some designe Upon your sacred Life I interpos'd Between his fury and your danger Sir Prince Dear Father hear me and next lend belief Unto my dying words There 's not a smile Within that Fellows face which is not Traytor King Merciful Gods sear up my Aged Ears Put double Cataracts upon my Eyes That I may neither hear nor see a son So treacherous Ter. I hope your Majesty 'll forgive my crime When your Life 's in Question I am not my self King You merit rather a Reward That Traytor will finde his in Hell Prince That Villain cannot glory in my death His wounds were slight your words rip up my heart King See him secured and safe kept Caliste I do commit him to thy custody Prince A Grave must shortly Sir my Prison be When Death shall purchase my souls liberty But y' are too cruel to perplex me now Since all to dying men do peace allow Juliana and Clariana at the door Guard You must not enter Clar. Must not shall Clariana hear her Prince Is slain and stand disputing King What noise is that without Guard The Princess and the Dukes Daughter would have admittance King Let them enter They enter Clariana runs to the Prince Clar. Oh let me tear my flesh to bind those wounds Madam the Prince is slain Where 's his Murtherer That I may shoot my eyes into his soul Like burning Beacons to torment it more Then if it were in Hell and circled in With Sulphur-flames might equalize his sin Prince Weep not Juliana for a man so worthless I' th' King my Fathers thoughts not worth a Tear Obedience should teach thee to rejoyce Since the Kings peace is purchas'd by my blood Though blood of Peace an ill foundation be May his Peace spring from his sons Tragedy Clariana I must breathe on thee a Parting Kiss Poor weeping Maid too much beloved Too much unfortunate in being loved By one that could not solemnize thy Rites Mayst thou live happy in a second choice Whilst to my silent Grave I bear my love And injuries Commend me to the Duke Tell him I grieve to leave on earth such an Angel-soul mine can no longer bide here Dies King Look to the Lady there she swoons Daughter Methinks your love to us should rather teach you To congratulate our safety then wash A Traytors Herse with Tears Jul. He was my Brother Sir and Nature must Resent so near a loss Ter. You had best take order for his Obsequies Lest that the Rhetorick of these Ladies tears Excite compassion in the Multitude King You of the Guard convey the Body hence Whilst we withdraw to consult publick safety Clar. Carry him where you please I 'll follow to His Grave They bear him off Jul. But first 't were fit we study on revenge Live but to finish that we 'll both prefer Much before Life a Noble Sepulchre Exeunt Juliana and Clariana King Tho' he be dead his Treasons still survive His Troops in being and the Duke alive Ter. Those threaten little now the Prince is gone He was the Pillar they depended on Proclaim your pardon and they soon will yeild Yet some blood for example must be spill'd Excess of mercy makes all Traytors bold Had Gods no Justice Vertue would be cold King We 'll both employ Our severe Justice shall Upon the Duke and chief Commanders fall Whilst extended mercy doth forgive All ignorant crimes and let the Army live Ter. Mercy so us'd doth no repentance breed For you destroy Rebellion in the seed Exeunt Scoena Quarta Duke Officers Messengers Duke 'T Is