to prepare his cup Kin. Come 't is not poyson we are abus'd Arc. Upon my life Pat. The King is troubled Kin. Prepare another Arc. It shall be done Kin. Come hither sirra you brought this wine Rod. I did Sir Kin. And you shall taste it Rod. Would I were but worthy Kin. I will have it so Come drink our health Rod. May I remember your good Queenes Arc. And he had the constitution of an Elephant 'T would pay him Qu. How cheere you Sir Pat. Well Madam but I observe Distractions in the King Kin. Nay drink it off Rod. And it were as deep as the root of Penmenmaure my royall Love should have it Kin. Now we shall try the ingredients it stirr'd Not him has he done 't Rod. So Arc. Yes and the change begins to shew already Rod. Hoy ho what 's that Bar. Where Rod. Here here abouts was the wine burnt oh there 's wildefire in the wine Arc. It workes on him Rod. There 's squibs and crackers in my stomacke am not I poyson'd Bar. Poyson'd we shall want a foole then Rod. A way I 'll never drink agen Bar. Not often and thou beest poyson'd Rod. It increases my royall love has poison'd me her health has blowne my bowells up Oh a cooler would I were a while in the frozen sea charity is not cold enough to releeive me the devill is making fireworkes in my belly Ha the Queene let me but speake to the Queene Oh Madam little do you think that I have poyson'd my self Oh for your sweete sake But howsoever Oh think upon me when I am dead I bequeath my heart Oh there 't is already my royall love farewell Arc. What thinke you now it hath dispatch'd him raving Pat. Madam you shew a pious heart I finde My death was meant but 't is heavens goodnesse I should not fall by poyson do not loose Your charity Bar. Hee 's dead Pat. Pray let me see the fellow Kin. It affrights me this was some treason meant to us And thee good man How I am innocent Pat. How soone death would devoure him Arc. Past your cure Pat. That power we serve can call back life and see He has a little motion Bar. He breathes too nay then he may live to have th' other cup Madam this Patrick is a rare physition if he stay with us wee 'l make us all immortall Kin. Alive agen Oh let me honour thee Quee. We cannot Sir enough Receive me Patrick A weake disciple to thee my soule bids me Embrace thy faith Make me a Christian Kin. How did didst thou heare Archimagus let some Convey our Queene hence her weak conscience melts Shee 'l be a Christian she sayes I hate her And do confine her to the house of Milcho Our zealous Provost Pat. T is the Kings pleasure Madam I should attend you hence Quee. Where the King please Pat. In any prison Madam I dare visit you Be comforted they do but fight with heaven Con. I 'll waite upon my mother Exeunt Kin. Looke to my daughters Least this change worke on them Arc. They are my charge Kin. Be not dejected Patrick we do meane All good to thee set forward have a care Of that poore fellow Pat. I 'll attend you Sir And trust to Providence we shall be safe Exeunt Bar. How i st now Rodamant dost thou remember thou wert dead Thou wert poyson'd Rod. There is a kinde of grumbling in my guts still Bar. Sings Come we will drink a cup boy but of better brewing And we will drink it up joy without any feare of Wine is injust that is taken on trust if it tarry with us it fatts A cup boy drink up joy and let e'm go poyson ratts Exeunt Enter Emeria Em. What is it that doth sit so heavy on me Since Coribreus talk'd with me I finde a dulnes in my braine and My eyes look as through a mist which hangs upon my lids And weighes e'm downe He frighted me to heare him He has a rugged and revengefull nature Not the sweet temper that his brother My deere Conallus mine alas did I Say mine indeed he is Master of my heart But something makes me feare I shall not be So happy as I wish in his possession Yet we have vowes on both sides holy ones And marriage promis'd But I am too loude Yet not my lodgings are remote and priva'st Of all the Court and I have dismist the servants None neere to reach my voice then till this give Accesse I need not feare the silent chambers More cloudes doe gather 'bout my eyes 't is strange I am not us'd to be inclin'd to sleepe While the day shines then take what nature offers Emeria and comply it may discharge Thy waking melancholly so I feele It gently slide upon my sences Enter Spirits before Coribreus habited gloriously and representing Ceancrochi Cor. So so this ammelet I finde secures me From all observers and I now am in Her chamber by a feate my Spirit did me Ha She sleepes too what a fine Bawd the devill is What opportunities he can frame to bring These things to passe I were best loose no time Madam Madam faire Emeria Eme. Ha who 's that was it a voice that cal'd me Or do I dreame here 's no body this key Made all without sast yet I 'd see Exit Cor. I had Forgot shee 'le never see me if I do not Take off my charme perhaps I may agen be visible If I ha not lost my selfe Enter Emeria Eme. The doores are fast Ha Blesse me you Powers This musick is not frequent in my chambers 'T is here I know not where I can see nothing Cor. Emeria Eme. Who i st that calls Emeria goodnes ayde me Cor. Put off thy fright Emeria yet I blame not Thy feeble sence to tremble at my presence Not us'd to mortall eyes and unprepar'd But gather strength and call thy blood agen Whose seate a palenesse doth usurp I am Thy freind Eme. But no acquaintance sure what are you Cor. Not what I seeme I have assum'd this for me To tell thee what a happinesse is now Coming from heaven upon thee Eme. Vpon me Cor. And when the sweete Emeria is collected Shee will loose her life agen in joy and wonder Eme. My strength returnes this is a gentle language And Spirit if thou beest one speake thy will Cor. Then know Emeria I am no mortall But Ceancrochi chiefe of all the gods That now appeare Eme. I know not what to answer But with my humble knee Cor. Thy pure devotion Richer then cloudes of incense Myrrhe and Cassia And all the Gummes whose piles make sweete our Altar Hath been delightfull to the gods and me And I have left the Palace of the blest Where many glorious virgins waite and want thee A fellow singer in their heavenly quire To visit in this forme the faire Emeria And thank thee for thy pious sacrifices Rise then and be confirm'd we meane to honour Thy person and thy vertues
the royall Off spring With the Lords and Ladies so gay I tell you not a tricke to meete the man Patricke Are all now trouping this way This man report sings does many strange things Our Priests and our Bards must give place He cares not a straw for our sword or club-law Oh I long to behold his gay face Rod. Prethee a word thou didst name the Queene Does she come too Bar. By any meanes Rod. Well t is a good soule Bar. Who Rod. The Queene Bar. The Queene i st dost make but a soule o'her treason I haue heard some foolish Philosophers affirme that women have no soules 't were well for some they had no but to make no body of the Queene is treason if it be not fellony Rod. Oh my royall love Bar Love art thou in love Rodamant nay then thou may'st Talke treason or any thing Folly and madnesse are lash free and may ride cheeke by joll with a judge But dost thou know what love is thou one of Cupids overgrowne monkies Come crack me this nut of love and take the maggot for thy labour Rod. Preethee do thou say what 't is Bar. No I will sing a piece of my minde and love to thee Sings Love is a bog a deep bog a wide bog Love is a clog a great clog a close clog 'T is a wildernesse to loose our selves A halter 't is to nooze our selves Then draw Dun out o' th mire And throw the clog into the fire Keepe in the Kings high way And sober you cannot stray If thou admire no female else The balter may go bang it selfe Drink wine and be merry for love is a folly And dwells in the house of mellancholly Rod. 'T is such a merry baboone and shootes quills like a Porcupine but who 's this Enter St. Patrick and his traine at one doore At the other the King Queene his sonnes and daughters Milcho Archimagus and Priests Bar. 'T is he I know him by instinct Sings Patricke welcome to this I le See how every thing doth smile To thy staffe and thy miter And Lawne that is whiter And every shaven crowne a welcome welcome to towne Looke where the King and Queene doe greete thee His Princely sonnes are come to meete thee And see where a paire is of very fine Faries Prepar'd too That thou may'st report thy welcome to Court And the Bard too And so pray father give me your blessing Pat. I thank thee courteous Bard thy heart is honest But to the King my dutie Kin. Welcome Patrick For so thou cal'st thy self we have throwne off Our anger and with calme and melting eyes Looke on thee Thou hast piety to forgive Our former threats and language and to satisfie For our deniall of some humble cottages Against the hospitable lawes of nature We give thee now our Palace use it freely My selfe our Queene and children will be all Thy guests and owe our dwellings to thy favour There are some things of venerable mark Upon thy brow thou art some holy man Design'd by providence to make us happy Agen most welcome to us Quee. His aspect Doth promise goodnes Welcome Co. To us all Pat. If this be heartie heaven will not permit Your charitie 's unrewarded Cor. I am weary Of these dull complements Archimagus Arc. I am prepar'd I know your bloud 's a longing To change embraces with Emeria Receive this which worne upon your Arme is so by power of magicke fortified You shall goe where you please invisible Untill you take it off Goe to your Mistres Cor. Softly my deere Archimagus the rest Speake in a whisper I shall be jealous of The intelligencing aire Kin. You may be confident Our favour spreads to all But where is Dichu Your Convert wee 'l receive him to our grace too Pat. He durst not Sir approach your royall presence And griefe for the sad fate of his two sonnes Hath made him weary of society Not farre off in a wood he meanes to weare out His life in prayer and pennance Arc How do you tast it Cor. 'T is rare and must succeede to my ambition Arc. Loose no time time then Cor. I fly command me ever Exit Cori. Kin. I am not well o' th' suddaine Quee. How what i st That doth offend the King Kin. An evill conscience Alas my children Con. Father Arc. Sir Eth. Pray speake to us Kin. How shall I Win credit with this good man that I have Repented for the bloud of Dichues sonnes Pat. If you dissemble not with heaven I can Be easily gain'd Sir to beleeve and pray for you Kin. Some wine it is the greatest ceremony Of love with us the seale of reconcilement Let some one bring us wine I wo'not move Untill I drink to this blest man Arc. Away Kin. This place shall be remembred to posterity Where Leogarius first shew'd himself friend To holy Patrick 'T is religious thirst That will not let me expect till more returne There is a streame of peace within my heart Arc. T is rarely counterfeited Con He is my father I should else tell him T is not like a King Thus to conspire a poore mans death What thinks Our royall mother Is it just to take By stratagemme this innocent mans life Que. What meanes my sonne Con. Shall I betray the plot Yet and preserve him see the wine Arc. The wine Attends you Sir Kin. T is well fill us a cheerefull cup here Patrick We drink thy welcome to the Irish coasts Eth. What does my father meane to doe with this Dull thing hee 'le never make a courtier Fed. His very lookes have turn'd my blood already Arc. I 'll spice his cup Kin. Doo 't strongly Que. There 's something within prompts me to pitty This stranger Con. Do you love wine Sir Pat. If I did not I should presume against my nature once To please the King that hath thus honoured us Con. Do not I say do not Arc. Please you Sir Kin. Come to our Queene Rod. My royall love would I had the grace to drink to her or kisse the cup Pat. My dutie Arc. Now observe Sir the change he has it home Rod. I cannot live my heart wonot hold out Kin. Forbeare as you affect your life Qu. How 's this now I suspect Conallus Pat. I have one boone to ask your Majestie Since you look on us with this gracious smile That you would give my poore companions leave To build a little chappell in this place It shall be the first monument of your love To use our owne religion the ground offers Plenty of stone the cost and paine be ours Kin. Not yet Pat. 'T will bind us ever to pray for you Kin. If it were violent as thou say'st it had By this time gnawne to his bowels Pat. Sir you mind not The humble suit I make Arc. Not yet Pat. Great Sir Kin. It does not alter him he rather lookes With fresher bloud upon him Arc. 'T is my wonder I did not trust another
you the power of all the world and man You could not force my will which you have frighted More from you then my duty although powerfull Can call agen you are not modest sir Indeed I feare you are not I must leave you Better desires attend your Grace and me Exit Cor. This wo'not gain her her heart 's fixt upon My brother all my hope is in Archimagus She is a frozen thing yet she may melt If their disdain should make a man despaire Nature mistook in making woman faire Exit An altar discovered two Idolls upon it Archimagus and priests lights and incense prepar'd by Rodomant Ro. These be new Dieties made since yesterday We shift our gods as fast as some shift trenchers Pray sir what do you call their names they are But halfe gods demi-gods as they say there 's Nothing beneath the navell Ar. This with the thunderbolt is Jupiter Rod. Jupiter 'T is time he were cut off by the middle He has been a notable thunderer in his dayes Prie. This is Mars Ro. Mars from the middle upward Was it by my Lady Venus direction that he is dismembred too He that overcame all in a full careere looks now like A Demilaunce Arc. Are they not lively form'd but sirra away tell the young Ladies the King is upon entrance Enter King Queen Conallus At the other door Ethne Fedella they all kneel Ar. To Jove and Mars the King doth pay His duty and thus humbly lay Upon his Altar his bright crowne Which is not his if they but frowne In token you are pleas'd let some Coelestiall flame make pure this roome A flame behinde the Altar The gods are pleas'd great King and we Return thy golden wreath to thee More sacred by our holy fume None to the Altar yet presume Now shoot your voices up to Jove To Mars and all the Powers above After the song the Queen offers and her daughters garlands which are placed upon the beads of the Idols Song at the Altar Come away Oh come away And trembling trembling pay Your pious vowes to Mars and Jove While we do sing Gummes of precious odours bring And light them with your love As your holy fires do rise Make Jove to wonder What new flame Thither came To wait upon his thunder The song being ended the Idol that presented Jupiter moveth Kin. Archimagus Conallus see my children The statue moves Arc. Approach it not too neere Eth. It is prodigious Arc. With devotion Expect what followes and keep reverent distance I am all wonder Jupe. King Leogarius Jove doth accept thy vowes and pious offerings And will showre blessings on thee and this kingdome If thou preserve this holy flame burnes in thee But take heed thou decline not thy obedience Which thou shalt best declare by thy just anger Against that christian stragler Patricke whose Bloud must be sacrific'd to us or you Must fall in your remisse and cold religion When you are mercifull to our despisers You pull our wrath upon you and this Iland My duty is perform'd and I return To my first stone a cold and silent statue Arc. What cannot all commanding Jove 't is now That artificiall tonguelesse thing it was how are you bound to honour Jupiter That with this strange and publike testimony Accepts your zeale Pursue what you intended And meet this enemy to the gods that now Expects your entertainment King I obey Come my Queene and daughters Queen I attend you Sir Rod. Is not the Queene a lovely creature Sir Prin. Why how now Rodamant what passion 's this Rod. Oh that I durst unbutton my minde to her Arc. Your Princely daughters pray they may have leave To offer in their gratitude to the gods One other prayer and they will follow Sir Ki. They are my pious daughters come Conallus Exeunt King Queen Conallus c. Arc. They are gone uncloud Fero. Oh my deere Mistresse is not the King mock'd rarely Eth. My most lov'd Endarius Arc. Have I not don 't my Charge Fed, Most quaintly Welcome To thy Fedella Rod. Hum how 's this more scapes of Jupiter they have sound their neither parts the gods are become fine mortal gentlemen here 's precious jugling if I durst talke on 't Arc. Not a sillable as you desire not to be torne in pieces sir Rod. Gods quoth'a I held a candle before the devill Arc. To the doore and watch Rod. So I must keep the doore too here 's like to be holy doings Fer. We owe Archimagus for more then life For your loves without which life is a curse Arc. The musicke prompts you to a dance En. I' th temple Arc. 'T is most secure none dare betray you here Eth. We must away Fer. My life is going from me Fed. Farewell Arc. The King expects now kisse and part Eth. When next we meet pray give me back my heart Rod. I am an Esquire by my office Exeunt ACT. III Enter Rodamant Rod. Oh my Royall love why should not I love the Queene I have knowne as simple a fellow as I hath been in love with her horse nay they ha been bedfellowes in the same litter and in that humour he would have been leap'd if the beast could have been provok'd to incontinencie but what if the King should know out and very lovingly circumcise me for it or hang me up a gracious spectacle with my tongue out a pearch for sparrowes why I should become the gallowes o' my conscience oh I would stretch in so gentle posture that the spectators all should edifie and hang by my example Enter Bard. The Kings merry Bard if he have overheard hee 'le save the hangman a labour and rime me to death Bar. Rodamant my halfe man halfe gobling all foole how i st when didst thou see the devill Rod. Alas I never had the happinesse Bar. Why then thou art not acquainted with thy best friend Sings Have you never seene in the aire One ride with a burning speare Upon an old witch with a pad For the devill a sore breech had With lightning and thunder And many more wonder His eyes indeed-law sir As wide as a sawcer Oh this would have made my boy mad Rod. An honest merry trout Bar. Thou say'st right gudgin gape and I 'll throw in a bushell why does thy rose hang over thy mouth as it would peep in to tell how many teeth thou hast Rod. Excellent Bard Oh brave Bard Ha Bard Bar. Excellent toole Oh fine foole Ha foole Rod Prithee with what newes and whither is thy head traveling Bar. My head and my feet goe one way and both now at their journeyes end The newes is that one Patricke a stranger is invited to court this way he must come and I like one of the Kings wanton whelpes have broke loose from the kennell and come thus afore to bark and bid him welcome the King and Queene will meete him Rod. Has the King invited him Bar. What else man Sings Oh the Queene and the King and
were you my ravisher my Lord I have done a justice to the gods in this And my owne honour Thou lost thing to goodnesse It was a glorious wound and I am proude To be the gods revenger Cor. Help Oh I am lost He dies Em. Call on the furies they did help thy sinne And will transport thy soule on their black wings To hell Prince and the gods can do no lesse Than in reward to draw thy purple streame up Shed in their cause and place it a portent In heaven to affright such foule lascivious Princes I will live now this story shall not fall so And yet I must not stay here now Conallus I have done some revenge for thee in this Yet all this wonot help me to my owne Agen my honour of a virgin never will Returne I live and move but wanting thee At best I 'me but a walking miserie Exit Enter Rodament reading Rod. My royall love my Lady and faire Misteries Such love as mine was never read in histories There 's love and love good The poyson to my heart was not so cruell As that I cannot hang thee how 's that hang the Queene The poyson to my heart was not so cruell As that I canot hang thee my rich jewell Within my heart Oh there 's hang and jewell and heart and heart good agen I am thy constant Elfe And dare for thy sweet sake go hang my selfe What though I am no Lord yet I am loyall There 's a gingle upon the letter to shew if she will Give me but an inch I 'll take an ell Lord and loyall and though no prince I am thy servant royall There 's no figure in that yes impossibility servant and royall Then grant him love for love that doth present these With Noverint universi per prefentes there 's to shew I am a Linguist with a rumme in the rime consisting of two severall languages beside love and love thy jeat and alablaster face I eat because it drawes the straw of my heart and alablaster because there is some white in her face Thy jeat and Alablaster face now calls My love and hunger up to eat stone walls But so I may bite of her nose if her face be alablaster but she is in prison there it holds and I may do her service to break prison for her any way Well here 's enough at a time if she like this I have an ambling muse that shall be at her service But what stumbling block is cast in my way This is no place to sleepe in I take it in a story under a trundlebed I have seene these clothes afore now the tailor tooke measure for one of our gods that made 'em de' e heare freind hal 't is the Prince Corybreus dead kild Ha my Lord hee 's speechlesse What were I best to doe in stead of searching the wound I 'll first search his pockets What 's here a bracelet a pretty toy I 'll give it the Queene but if I be found here alone I may be found necessary to his death Ha what shall I do Hides himselfe Enter Milcho and servant Mil. My daughter gone abroad without a servant Ser. I offer'd my attendance Mil. Ha! what 's here one murder'd 't is the Prince Slaine in my house confusion Look about Search for the traitour I am undone for ever Ser. The Prince I 'll take my oath I see him not enter Why thus disguis'd Mil. I tremble to look on him seek everie where Ser. I gave accesse to none but Rodamant and he is gone Mil. What shall we doe remove the murder'd body And on thy life be silent we are lost else Attend without and give accesse to none Till I have thought some way through this affliction Did my stars owe me this oh I could curse 'em And from my vex'd heart exhale a vapour Of execrations that should blast the day And darken all the world The Prince murder'd In my house and the Traytor not discovered Enter Servant Ser. One Sir with a letter Mil. Let him carrie it back where 's the young Prince Conallus Ser. Gone long since Sir Mil. I 'll lay the murder upon him It will be thought ambition or upon the Queene Ser. Sir one waits With a Letter from the King Mil. The King that name Shoots horrour through me now who is the messenger Ser. A stranger both in habit and in person This is he Sir Enter Patrick Mil. Ha Pat. The King salutes you My Lord this paper speaks his royall pleasure You have forgot me Sir but I have beene more Familiar to your knowledge Is there nothing Within my face that doth resemble once A slave you had Mil. Ha is your name Patrick Pat. It is my Lord I made my humble suit Toth ' King that by his favour I might visit you And though I have not now that servile tye It will not shame me to professe I owe You dutie still and shall to my best power Obey your just commands Mil. He writ to me That I should try my art and by some stratagem Discharge his life I 'll do 't but all this wonot Quit the suspition of the Princes death What if I lay the murder to his charge I can sweare any thing But if he come off My head must answer no trick in my braine Y' are welcome the King writes you have desires To see the Queene you shall entreat her presence Pat. The King has honour'd me Mil. You have deserv'd it And I doe count it happinesse to receive Whom he hath grac'd but the remembrance Of what you were addes to the entertainment My old acquaintance Patrick Pat. You are noble Enter Queene and Bard. Mil. The Queene welcome agen come hither sirra Pat. Madam I joy to see you and present My humble dutie Heaven hath heard my prayers I hope and if you still preserve that goodnesse That did so late and sweetly shine upon you I may not be unwelcome since there is Something behind which I am trusted with To make you happier Qu. Holy Patricik welcome Mil. Obey in everie circumstance My despaire Exit Servâ–ª Shall have revenge wait on it This is Madam A good man he was once my slave let not That title take thy present freedome of My house my fortunes and my fate I wish May have one period with thee I shall Attend you agen I hope we all may live And dye together yet My dutie Madam Exit Ba. I doe not like their whispering there 's some mischiefe hee did so over-act his courtesie I 'll looke about us Pat. Doe honest Bard Oh Madam if you knew The difference betwixt my faith and your Religion the grounds and progresse of What we professe the sweetnesse certaintie And full rewards of vertue you would hazard Nay lose the glorie of ten thousand worlds Like this to be a Christian and be blest To lay your life downe but a moment on Which our eternitie depends and through Torture and seas of bloud contend to
benediction on thee be but what Thy Mother is a Christian and a guard Of Angels shall attend thee too the fire We walk'd upon secure and which is greater Scap'd the immortall flames in which black soules After their ill-spent lives are bound to suffer Con. Sir you shall steere me and my mothers blest Example will become my imitation But there 's a peece of silent miserie Is worth your comfort mother and his counsell She is I dare not name how much dishonour'd And should have beene the partner of my bosome Had not a cruell man forbid my happinesse And on that faire and innocent table powr'd Poyson above the Dragons bloud or Vipers Em. My humblest dutie Madam Pat. Dichu's Cell Is not far off please you attend the Queene We are bent thither Con. Yes and as we walk I 'll tell you a sad storie of my brother And this poore virgin Pat. Come I 'll lead the way Qu. With such a Guide we cannot feare to stray Exeunt Enter Ferochus and Endarius Fer. Where are we yet Endarius En. I cannot Informe you more then that we are in the wood still Fer. And we are lost our feare to die i' th sight Of men hath brought us hither with our blood To quench the thirst of wolves Or worse to starve En. We are in no feare to be apprehended Where none inhabite Fer. Now that lust is punish'd Which fed our hope if we had staid i' th Temple To have polluted it with foule embraces How wearinesse with travell and some fasting Will tame the flesh En. Stay here 's a cave Fer. Take heede It may be a Lion or a fierce wolves den How nature trembles at the thought of death Though it be prest downe with the weight of life En. I dare not enter a new feare invades me Fer. The worst is welcome with our clamor rouse What ever doth inhabite here or man Or beast appeare if any such dwell in This Cave We can meet charity or death Enter Dichu Dich. What voice with so much passion calls me forth Ha Be my protection good heaven My sonnes my murder'd sonnes with gastly lookes And bruised limbes why do you come to me thus To fright my wither'd eyes 'las I was innocent It was the King not I commanded your Vntimely death I have wept for ye boyes And constantly before the Sun a wak'd When the cold dew drops full upon the ground As if the morne were discontented too My naked feet o're many a rugged stone Hath walk'd to drop my teares into the seas For your sad memories Fer. We are no spirits but your living sons Preserv'd without the knowledge of the King By Archimagus till a new mis-fortune Compell'd us hither to meet death we feare In want of food Dic. Are yee alive come in It is no time to be inquisitive My blessing I have something to refresh you Course fare but such as will keep out sad famine Humble your selves and enter my poore boyes You 'll wonder at the change but we to Heaven Do climb with loads upon our shoulders borne Nor must we tread on roses but on thorne Exeunt Enter S. Patrick Queene Conallus Emeria Pat. Now we approach the Hermit Dichu's Cell Are you not wearie Madam Qu. Not yet Father In such religious company Pat. You were not Us'd to this travell how does my new son And sweet Emeria Con. I am blest on all sides Em. You have quieted the tempest in my soule And in this holy peace I must be happie Pat. You will be Spouse to an eternall Bridegroome And lay the sweet foundation of a rule That after ages with devotion Shall praise and follow You are Sir reserv'd To blesse this Kingdome with your pious government Your Crowne shall flourish and your bloud possesse The Throne you shall leave glorious This Nation Shall in a faire succession thrive and grow Up the worlds Academie and disperse As the rich spring of humane and divine Knowledge cleare streames to water forraine Kingdomes Which shall be proud to owe what they possesse In learning to this great all-nursing Iland Con. May we be worthy of this prophesie Pat. Discourse hath made the way lesse tedious We have reach'd the Cell already which is much Too narrow to containe us but beneath These trees upon their coole and pleasing shades You may sit downe I 'll call upon my Convert Dichu my Penitent come forth I pray And entertaine some guests I have brought hither That deserve welcome Enter Dichu Dic. I obey that voyce Pat. The Queene and Prince and Milcho's vertuous daughter Gain'd to our holy faith Dic. Let my knee speake My dutie though I want words for my joy Ten thousand welcomes I have guests within too You 'l wonder to salute my sons not dead As we suppose by heavenly providence I hope reserv'd to be made blest by you They are here Enter Ferochus and Endarius Your duties to the Queene and Prince Then to this man next to our great Preserver The Patron of us all Pat. A happie meeting I must rejoyce to see you safe and here But tell us by what strange meanes all this while You have been preserv'd Sit downe Soft Musick Con. What musick 's this Qu. 'T is heavenly Pat. And a preface to some message Or will of Heaven be silent and attend it Such harmony as this did wait upon My Angell Victor when he first appear'd And did reveale a treasure under ground With which I bought my freedome when I kept Unhappie Milcho's swine Heavens will be done What all asleep already holy dreames Possesse your fancie I can wait no longer Enter Victor and other Angels Song Vict. Downe from the skies Commanded by the Power that lies The world and nature in a chaine We come we come a glorious traine To wait on thee And make thy person danger-free Hearke whilst we sing And keep time with our golden wing To shew how earth and heaven agree What eccho rises to our harmonie Vict. Holy Patrick sleep in peace Whilst I thy Guardian with these My fellow Angels wait on thee For thy defence A troop I see Of serpents vipers and what ere Doth carrie killing poyson here Summon'd by Art and power of hell But thou shalt soone their furie quell And by the strength of thy command These creatures shall forsake the Land And creep into the sea no more To live upon the Irish shore Once more then Song Patrick sleep oh sleep a while And wake the Patron of this I le Enter King Archimagus and other Priests Arc. Your person shall be safe feare not great Sir I have directed all their stings and poyson See where he sleeps if he escape this danger Let my life with some horrid circumstance End in this place and carrie all your curses Enter Serpents c. creeping What think you of these creeping executioners Doe they not move as if they knew their errand Kin. My Queene my son Conallus Dichu ha And the still wandring ghosts of
his two sons Arc. They are alive Sir Kin. Ha who durst abuse us Pr. Will you not have compassion of the Queene And the Prince Sir Kin. How met they to converse Arc. They are all Christian Kin. Let the serpent then Feed upon all my powerfull Archimagus Pat. In vaine is all your malice Art and power Against their lives whom the great hand of Heaven Daines to protect like wolves you undertake A quarrell with the Moone and waste your anger Nay all the shafts your wrath directeth hither Are shot against a brazen arch whose vault Impenetrable sends the arrowes back To print just wounds on your owne guiltie heads These serpents tame at first and innocent Untill mans great revolt from grace releas'd Their dutie of creation you have brought And arm'd against my life all these can I Approach and without trembling walk upon Play with their stings which though to me not dangerous I could to your destruction turne upon Your selves and punish with too late repentance But you shall live and what your malice meant My ruine I will turne to all your safeties And you shall witnesse Hence you frightfull monsters Go hide and burie your deformed heads For ever in the sea from this time be This Iland free from beasts of venomous natures The Shepherd shall not be afraid hereafter To trust his eyes with-sleep upon the hils The travellers shall haue no suspition Or feare to measure with his wearied limbs The silent shades but walk through everie brake Without more guard than his owne innocence The verie earth and wood shall have this blessing Above what other Christian Nations boast Although transported where these Serpents live And multiply one touch shall soone destroy 'em Leo. See how they all obey him Archimagus Arc. Confusion All my Art is trampled on Can neither man nor beast nor Devill hurt him Support me fellow-Priests I sink I feele The ground bend with my weight upon it ha The earth is loose in the foundation And something heavie as the world doth hang Upon my feet and weigh me to the Center A sire a dreadfull fire is underneath me And all those fiends that were my servants here Look like tormentors and all seeme to strive Who first shall catch my falling flesh upon Their burning pikes There is a power above Our gods I see too late I fall I fall And in my last despaire I curse you all Sinks Kin. Patrick the King will kneele to thee Pat. Oh rise And pay to Heaven that dutie Kin. Canst forgive Let me embrace you all and freely give What I desire from this good man a pardon Thou shalt no more suspect me but possesse All thy desires The ground is shut agen Where now is Archimagus How I shake And court this Christian out of feare not love Once more visit our Palace holy Father The storie of your sons and what concernes Your escape Madam we will know hereafter I' th' mean time be secure End Fer. We are your creatures Omnes Our prayers and duty Pat. I suspect him stil But feare not our good Angels still are neer us Death at the last can but untie our frailty 'T were happy for our holy faith to bleed The Blood of Martyrs is the Churches seed Exeunt Omnes The Epilogue HOw e're the Dyce run Gentlemen I am The last man borne still at the Irish game What say you to the Epilogue may not I stay And boldly aske your Verdict of the Play I would report the Sun-shine on your brow And the soft language of the Dye t' allow Our labour and your Story native knowne It is but justice to affect your owne Yet this is but a part of what our Muse Intends if the first birth you nobly use Then give us your free votes and let us stile You Patrons of the Play him of the I le FINIS