and assur'd of conquest We are your Captiues Dor. And in that you triumph Your victory had beene eternall losse And this your losse immortall gaine fixe heere And you shall feele your selues inwardly arm'd Gainst tortures death and hell but take heede sisters That or through weakenesse threats or mild perswasions Though of a father you fall not into A second and a worse Apostacie Cal. Neuer oh neuer steel'd by your example We dare the worst of tyrranny Chri. Heer 's our warrant You shall along and witnesse it Dor. Be confirm'd then And rest assur'd the more you suffer heere The more your glory you to heauen more deere exeunt Enter Artemia Sapritius Theophilus Harpax Art Sapritius though your sonne deserue no pitty We grieue his sicknesse his contempt of vs We cast behinde vs aud looke backe vpon His seruice done to Caesar that weighs downe Our iust displeasure if his malady Haue growth from his restraint or that you thinke His liberty can cure him let him haue it Say we forgiue him freely Sap. Your grace hindeys Euer your humblest Vassals Art Vse all meanes For his recouery though yet I loue him I will not force affection if the Christian Whose beauty hath out-riuald mine be wonne To be of our beliefe let him enioy her That all may know when the cause wills I can Command my owne desires The. Be happy then My Lord Sapritius I am confident Such eloquence and sweete perswasion dwels Vpon my Daughters tongues that they will worke her To any thing they please Sap. I wish they may Yet t is no easie taske to vndertake To altar a peruerse and obstinate woman a shout within loud Musicke Art What meanes this shout Sap. T is seconded with Musicke Triumphint musicke ha Enter Sempromus Semp. My Lord your Daughters The pillars of our faith hauing conuerted For so report giues out the Christian Lady The Image of great Iupiter borne before them Sue for accesse Theo. My soule diuin'd as much Blest be the time when first they saw this light Their Mother when she bore them to support My feeble age fild not my longing heart With so much ioy as they in this good worke Haue throwne vpon me Enter Priest with the Image of Iupiter Iucense and Consors followed by Caliste and Christeta leading Dorothea Welcome oh thrice welcome Daughters both of my body and my mind Let me embrace in you my blisse my comfort And Dorothea now more welcome too Then if you neuer had falne off I am rauish't With the excesse of ioy speake happy daughters The blest euent Cal. We neuer gain'd so much By any vndertaking The. Oh my deare Girle Our gods reward thee Dor. Nor was euer time On my part better spent Chri. We are all now Of one opinion The. My best Christeta Madame if euer you did grace to worth Vouchsafe your Princely hands Art Most willingly Doe you refuse it Let vs first deserue it The. My owne child still heere set our god prepare The Incense quickly come faire Dorothea I will my selfe support you now kneele downe And pay your vowes to Iupiter Dor. I shall doe it Better by their example The. They shall guide you They are familiar with the sacrifice Forward my Twinnes of comfort and to teach her Make a ioynt offring Chri. Thus Cal And thus They both spit at the Image throw it downe and spurne it Har. Profane And impious stand you now like a Statue Are you the Champion of the Gods where is Your holy zeale your anger The. I am blasted And as my feete were rooted heere I finde I haue no motion I would I had no sight too Or if my eyes can serue to any vse Giue me thou iniut'd power a sea of teares To expiate this madnesse in my Daughters For being themselues they would haue trembled at So blasphemous a deede in any other For my sake hold a while thy dreadfull thunder And giue me patience to demand a reason For this accursed act Dor. T was brauely done The. Peace damn'd Enchantres peace I should looke on you With eyes made red with fury and my hand That shakes with rage should much outstrip my tongue And seale my vengeance on your hearts but nature To you that haue falne once bids me againe To be a father O how durst you tempt The anger of great Ioue Dor. A lacke poore Ioue He is no Swaggerer how smug he stands Hee le take a kick or any thing Sap. Stop her mouth Dor. It is the ancientst godling do not feare him He would not hurt the thiese that stole away Two of his golden locks indeede he could not And still t is the same quiet thing Theo. Blasphemer Ingenious cruelty shall punish this Thou art past hope but for you yet deare daughters Againe be witcht the dew of mild forgiuenesse May gently fall prouided you deserue it With true contrition be your selues againe Sue to the offended diety Chi. Not to be The Mistresse of the earth Cal. I will not offer A graine of Incense to it much lesse kneele Not looke on it but with contempt and scorne To haue a thousand yeeres confer'd vpon me Of worldly blessings we professe our selues To be like Dorothea Christians And owe hee for that happinesse The. My eares Receiue in hearing this all deadly charmes Powerfull to make man wretched Art Are these they You brag'd could conuert others Sap. That want strength To stand themselues Har. Your Honour is ingag'd The credit of our cause depends vpon it Something you must doe suddenly The. And I will Har. They merit death but falling by your hand It will be recorded for a iust reuenge And holy fury in you The. Doe not blow The Furnace of a wrath thrice hot already AEtna is in my brest wild fire burnes heere Which onely bloud must quench incensed power Which from my infancy I haue ador'd Looke downe with fauourable beames vpon The Sacrifice though not allow'd thy Priest Which I will offer to thee and be pleasde My fierie zeale inciding me to act it To call that iustice others may stile murther Come you accursd thus by the haire I drag you Before this holy altar thus looke on you Lesse pittifull then Tigres to their prey And thus with mine owne hand I take that life Which I gaue to you kils them Doro. O most cruell Butcher Theo. My anger ends not here hels dreadfull porter Receiue into thy euer open gates Their damned soules and let the furies whips On them alone be wasted and when death Closes these eyes t will be Elizium to me To heare their shreekes and howlings make me Pluto Thy instruments to furnish thee with soules Of this accursed sect nor let me fall Till my fell vengeance hath consum'd them all exit with Harpax hugging him Enter Artemia laughing Arte. T is a braue zeale Doro. O call him backe againe Call backe your hangman here 's on prisoner left To be the subiect of his knife Arte. Not so We are not
and no woman Euer endure your fight t is your best course Now had you secret kniues to stab your selues But since you haue not goe and be hang'd Hir. I thanke you Har. I is your best course Theo. Why stay they trifling here To gallowes drag 'em by the heeles away Spun. By the heeles no sir wee haue legges to doe vs that seruice Hir. I I if no woman can endure my sight away with me exeunt Har. Dispatch 'em Spun. The diuell dispatch thee exit Sap. Death this day ride in triumph Theophilus See this witch made away to Theo. My soule thirst for it Come I my selfe thy hangmans part could play Dor. Oh hasten me to my coronation day exeunt Enter Antoninus Macrinus seruants Anton. Is this the place where vertue is to suffer And heauenly beauty leauing this base earth To make a glad returne from whence it came Is it Macrinus a scaffold thrust forth Mac. By this preparation You well may rest assurd that Dorethea This houre is to die here Anton. Then with her dies The abstract of all sweetnesse that 's in woman Set me downe friend that ere the iron hand Of death close vp mine eyes they may at once Take my last leaue both of this light and her For she being gone the glorious Sun himselfe To me 's Cymerian darkenesse Macr. Strange affection Cupid once more hath chang'd his shafts with death And kills in stead of giuing life Anton. Nay weepe not Though teares of friendship be a soueraigne balme On me they are cast a way it is decreed That I must die with her our clew of life Was spun together Macr. Yet sir t is my wonder That you who hearing onely what she suffers Pertake of all her tortures yet will be To adde to your calamitie an eye witnesse Of her last Tragicke scene which must pierce deeper And make the wound more desperate Anton. O Macrinus T would linger out my torment selfe not kill me Which is the end I aime at being to die to What instrument more glorious can I wish for Then what is made sharpe by my constant loue And true affection It may be the duty And loyall seruice with which I pursude her And seald it with my death will be remembred Among her blessed actions and what honor Can I desire beyond it Enter a guard bringing in Dorothea a headsman before her followed by Theophitus Sapritius Harpax See she comes How sweet her innocence appeares more like To heauen it selfe then any sacrifice That can be offerd to it By my hopes Of ioyes hereafter the sight makes me doubtfull In my beleefe nor can I thinke our gods Are good or to be seru'd that take delight In offrings of this kinde that to maintaine Their power do face the master peece of nature Which they themselues come short of she ascends An euery step raises her neerer heauen What god so ere thou art that most enioy her Receiue in her a boundlesse happinesse Sap. You are too blame To let him come abrode Macr. It was his will And we were left to serue him not command him Anton. Good sir be not offended nor deny My last of pleasures in this happy obiect That I shall ere be blest with Theo. Now prowd contemner Of vs and of our gods tremble to thinke It is not in the power thou seru'st to saue thee Not all the riches of the sea increasd By violent shipwrackes nor the vnsearched mines Mammons vnknowne exchequer shall redeeme thee And therefore hauing first with horror weigh'd What t is to die and to die yong to part with All pleasures and delights lastly to goe Where all Antipathies to comfort dwell Furies behind about thee and before thee And to adde to affliction the remembrance Of the Elizian ioyes thou might'st haue tasted Hadst thou not turnd Apostata to those gods That so reward their seruants let despayre Preuent the hangmans sword and on this scaffold Make thy first entrance into hell Anton. She smiles Vnmou'd by Mars as if she were assur'd Death looking on her constancy would forget The vse of his ineuitable hand Theo. Derided to dispatch I say Dor. Thou foole That gloriest in hauing power to rauish A trifle from me I am weary of What is this life to me not worth a thought Or if to bee esteemd 't is that I loose it To win a better eu'n thy realice serues To me but as a ladder to mount vp To such a height of happinesse where I shall Looke downe with scorne on thee and on the world Where circl'd with true pleasures plac'd aboue The reach of death or time t will be my glory To thinke at what an easie price I bought it There 's a perpetuall spring perpetuall youth No ioynt benumming cold nor scorching heate Famine nor age haue any being there Forget for shame your Tempe burie in Obliuion your fainde your Hesperian Orchards The Golden fruite kept by the watchfull Dragon Which did require Hercules to get it Compar'd with what growes in all plenty there Deserues not to be nam'd The power I serue Laughs at your happy Arabie or the Elizian shades for he hath made his bowers Better indeed then you can fancy yours Anton. O take me thither with you Doro. Trace my steps And be assurd you shall Sap. With mine owne hands He rather stop that little breath is left thee And rob thy killing feauer Theo. By no means Let him go with her do seduc'd yong man And waite vpon thy saint in death do do And when you come to that imagind place That place of all delights pray you obserue me And meete those cursed things I once call'd daughters Whom I haue sent as harbingers before you If there be any truth in your religion In thankfulnesse to me that with care hasten Your iourney thither pray send me some Small pittance of that curious fruit you bost of Ant. Grant that I may goe with her and I will Sap. Wilt thou in thy last minute dam thy selfe Theo. The gates to hell are open Dor. Know thou tyrant Thou agent for the diuell thy great master Though thou art most vnworthy to tast of it I can and will Enter Angelo in the Angels habit Har. Oh! mountaines fall vpon me Or hide me in the bottome of the deepe Where light may neuer find me Theo. What 's the matter Sap. This is prodigious and confirms her witch craft Theo. Harpax my Harpax speake Har. I dare not stay Should I but heare her once more I were lost Some whirle winde snatch me from this cursed place To which compar'd and with what now I suffer Hels torments are sweet slumbers exit Harpax Sap. Sap. Follow him Theo. He is distracted and I must not loose him Thy charms vpon my seruant cursed witch Giues thee a short repricue let her not die Till my returne exeunt Sap. and Theo Anton. She minds him not what obiect Is her eye fixd on Macr. I see nothing Anton. Marke her Doro.
was loath to lay on any tongue But this mine owne Dor. If one immodest accent Flye out I hate you euerlastingly Ant. My true loue dares not doe it Mac. Hermes inspire thee They whispering below enter aboue Sapritius father to Antoninus Governor of Cesaria with him Artemia the Princesse Theophilies Spungius and Hercins Spun. See you doe you see our worke is done the fish you angle for is nibling at the hooke and therefore vntrusse the Codpeece point of our reward no matter if the breeches of conscience fall about our heeles The. The gold you earne is heere dam vp your mouthes and no words of it Her No nor no words from you of too much damming neither I know women sell themselues dayly and are hacknied out for siluer why may not we then betray a scuruy mistresse for gold Spun. She sau'd vs from the Gallowes and only to keepe one Prouerbe from breaking his necke wee le hang her The. T is well done go go yeare my fine white boyes Spun. If your red boyes t is well knowne more ilfauor'd faces then ours are painted Sap. Those fellowes trouble vs Theo. Away away Her I to my sweete placket Spun. And I to my full pot exeunt Ant. Come let me tune you glaze not thus your eyes With selfe-loue of a vowed Virginity Make euery man your glasse you see our Sex Doe neuer murder propagation We all desire your sweete society And if you barre me from it you doe kill me And of my bloud are guilty Art O base Villaine Sap. Bridle your rage sweete Princesse Ant. Could not my fortunes Rear'd higher farre then yours be worthy of you Me thinkes my deare affection makes you mine Dor. Sir for your fortunes were they mines of gold He that I loue is richer and for worth You are to him lower then any slaue Is to a Monarch Sap. So insolent base Christian Dor. Can I with wearing out my knees before him Get you but be his seruant you shall boast y' are equall to a King Sap. Confusion on thee For playing thus the lying Sorceresse Ant. Your mockes are great ones none beneath the Sun Will I be seruant too on my knees I beg it Pitty me wondrous maid Sap. I curse thy basenesse Theo. Listen to more Dor. Oh kneele not Sir to me Ant. This Knee is Embleme of an humbled heart That heart which tortur'd is with your disdaine Iustly for scorning others euen this heart To which for pitty such a Princesse sues As in her hand offers me all the World Great Caesars daughter Artem. Slaue thou lyest Anton. Yet this Is adamant to her that melts to you In drops of blood Theoph. A Very dogge Anton. Perhaps T is my religion makes you knit the brow Yet be you mine and euer be your owne I nere will screw your conscience from that power On which you Christians leane Sap. I can no longer Fret out my life with weeping at thee villaine sirra Would when I got thee the high thunder hand Had strucke thee in the wombe Mac. We are betrayde Arte. Is that your I doll traitor which thou kneelst to Trampling vpon my beauty Theoph. Sirra bandog Wilt thou in peeces teare our Iupiter For her our Mars for her our Sol for her A whore a hel-hound in this globe of braines Where a whole world of tortures for such furies Haue fought as in a Chaos which should exceed These nailes shall grubbing lye from scull to scull To finde one horrider then all for you You three Artem. Threaten not but strike quicke vengeance flies Into thy bosome caitife here all loues dies exeunt An. O I am thunder-strucke Wee are both ore whelm'd Mac. With one high raging billow Doro. You a souldier And sinke beneath the violence of a woman An. A woman a wrongd Princesse from such a starre Blazing with fires of hate what can be look'd for But tragicall euents my life is now The subiect of her tyranny Doro. That feare is base Of death when that death doth but life displace Out of her house of earth you onely dread The stroke and not what followes when you are dead There 's the great feare indeed come let your eye Dwell where mine doe you le scorne their tyrannies Enter below Artemia Sapritius Theophilus a guard Angelo comes and is close by Dorothea Artem. My fathers nerues put vigour in mine arme And I his strength must vse because I once Shed beames of fauour on thee and with the Lyon Playd with thee gently when thou strokst my heart He not insult on a base humbled prey By lingring out thy terrors but with one frowne Kill thee hence with 'hem to execution Seize him but let euen death it selfe be weary In torturing her He change those smiles to shreekes Giue the foole what she is proud of martyrdome In peeces racke that Bawd to Sap. Albeit the reuerence I owe our gods and you are in my bosome Torrents so strong that pitty quite lies drownd From sauing this yong man yet when I see What face death giues him and that a thing within me Sayes 't is my sonne I 'am forc'd to be a man And grow fond of his life which thus I beg Artem. And I deny Anton. Sir you dishonour me To sue for that which I disclayme to haue I shall more glory in my sufferings gaine Then you in giuing iudgement since I offer My blood vp to your anger nor do I kneele To keepe a wretched life of mine from ruine Preserue this temple builded faire as your is And Caesar neuer went in greater triumph Then I shall to the scaffold Artem. Are you so braue Sir Set forward to his triumph and let those two Go cursing along with him Doro. No but pittying For my part I that you loose ten times more By torturing me than I that dare your tortures Through all the army of my sinnes I haue euen Lobord to breake and cope with death to th' face The visage of a hangman frights not me The sight of whips rackes gibbets axes fires Are scaffoldings by which my soule climbes vp To an Eternall habitation Theo. Caesars imperiall daughter heare me speake Let not this Christian Thing in this her pagentry Of prowd deriding both our gods and Caesar Build to her selfe a kingdome in her death Going laughing from vs No her bitterest torment Shall be to seele her constancy beaten downe The brauery of her resolution lie Battered by the argument into such peeces That she agen shall on her belly creepe To kisse the pauements of our Panim gode Arte. How to be done Theo. He send my daughers to her And they shall turne her rocky faith to waxe Else spit at me let me be made your slaue And meete no Romans but a villains graue Arte. Thy prisoner let her be then and Sapritius Your sonne and that be yours death shall be sent To him that suffers them by voyce or letters To greet each other Rifle her estate Christians to beggery brought
Thou glorious minister of the power I serue For thou art more then mortall i st for me Poore sinner thou art pleasd a while to leaue Thy heauenly habitation and vouchsafest Though glorified to take my seruants habit For put off thy diuinitie so lookd My louely Angelo Ange. Know I am the same And still the seruant to your pietie Your zealous prayers and pious deeds first wonne me But 't was by his command to whom you sent 'em To guide your steps I tride your charitie When in a beggers shape you tooke me vp And clothd my naked limbes and after fed As you beleeu'd my famishd mouth Learne all By your example to looke on the poore With gentle eyes for in such habits often Angels desire an Almes I neuer left you Nor will I now for I am sent to carry Your pure and innocent soule to ioyes eternall Your martyrdome once sufferd and before it Aske any thing from me and rest assur'd You shall obtaine it Doro. I am largely payd For all my torments since I find such grace Grant that the loue of this yong man to me In which he languisheth to death may be Chang'd to the loue of heauen Ange. I will performe it And in that instant when the sword seta free Your happy soule his shall haue libertie Is there ought else Doro. For proofe that I foregiue My persecutor who in scornd desir'd To tast of that most sacred fruite I go to After my death as sent from me be pleasd To giue him of it Ange. Willingly deere Mistresse Mac. I am amaz'd Anton. I feels a holy fire That yeelds a comfortable heate within me I am quite alterd from the thing I was See I can stand and goe alone thus kneels To heauenly Dorothea touch her hand With a religious kisse Enter Sapritius and Theophilus Sapr. He is well now But will not be drawne back Theoph. It matters not We can discharge this works without his helpe But see your sonne Sapr Villaine Anton. Sir I be you Being so neere our ends diuoroe vs not Theo. He quickly make a separation of Hast thou ought else to say Dorothea Nothing but blame Thy tardinesse in sending me to rest My peace is made with heauen to which my soule Begins to take her flight strike O. strike quickly And though you are vn mou'd to be my death Hereafter when my story shall be read As they were present now the hearers shall Say this of Dorothea with wet eyes She liu'd a virgin and a virgin dies her head strucke off Anton. O take my soule along to waite on mine Macr. Your sonne sinks to Antonius sinkes Sap. Already dead The. Die all That are or fauour this accursed Sect I triumph in their ends and will raise vp A hill of their dead Karkatses to or clooke The Pyrenean Hils but I le roote out These superstitious fooles and leaue the World No name of Christian Loud Musicke exit Angelo leauing first laid his hand vp on their mouthes Sap. Ha hauenly Musicke Mac. T is in the ayre The. Illusions of the Diuell Wrought by some one of her Religion That faine would make her death a miracle It frights not me because he is your sonne Let him haue buriall but let her body Be cast forth with contempt in some high way And be to Vultures and to Dogs a prey Exeunt The end of the fourth Act Actus 5. Scena I. Enter Theophilus in his study Bookes about him The. Is 't Holliday Oh Casar that thy seruant Thy Prouost to see execution done On these base Christians in Casarea Should now want worke sheepe these Idolaters That none are stirring As a curious Painter Rises When he has made some admirable peece Stands off and with a searching eye examines Each colours how t is sweetned and then hugs Himselfe for his rare workemanship So heere Sits Will I my Drolleries and bloudy Lantskips Long past wrap'd vp vnfold to make me merry With shadowes now I want the substances Books My Muster-booke of Hel-hounds were the Christians Whose names stand heere aliue and arm'd not Rome Could mooue vpon her Hindges What I haue done Or shall heereafter is not out of hate To poore tormented wretches no I am carried With violence of zeale and streames of seruice I owe our Romane gods Great Britaine what A thousand wiues with brats sucking their brests Had hot Irons pinch 'em off and throwne to swine And then their fleshy backparts he wed with hatchets Were mine'd and bak'd in Pies to feede staru'd Christians Ha ha Agen agen East Anglas oh East-Angles Bandogs kept three dayes hungry worried 1000 Brittish Rascals styed vp fat Of purpose strip'd naked and disarm'd I could outstare a yeere of Sunnes and Moones To sit at these sweete Bul-baitings so I could Thereby but one Christian win to fall In adoration to my Iupiter Twelue hundred Eyes boar'd with Augurs out oh eleuen thousand Torne by wild beasts two hundred ram'd i' th earth To 'th armepits and full Platters round about 'em But farre enough for reaching eate dogs ha ha ha Tush all these tortures are but phillipings Flea-bitings I before the destinies My bottome did winde vp would flesh my selfe Once more vpon some one remarkeable Aboue all these this Christian Slut was well A pretty one but let such horror follow The next I feede with torments that when Rome Shall heare it her foundation at the sound May feele an Earth-quake How now Musicke Rise Consort enter Angelo with a Basket fild with fruit and flowers Ang. Are you amazd'd Sir so great a Roman spirit and does it tremble The. How cam'st thou in to whom thy businesse Ang. To you I had a mistresse late senthence by you Vpon a bloudy errand you intreated That when she came into that blessed Garden Whither she knew she went and where now happy Shee feedes vpon all ioy she would send to you Some of that Garden fruit and flowers which heere To haue her promise sau'd are brought by me The. Cannot I see this Garden Ang. Yes if the Master Will giue you entrance Angelo vanisheth The. T is atempting fruit and the most bright check'd child I euer view'd Sweete smelling goodly fruit what flowers are these In Dioclesians Gardens the most beautious Compard with these are weedes is it not February The second day she dyed Frost Ice and snowe Hang on the beard of Winter where 's the sunne That guilds this summer pretty sweete boy say in what Country Shall a man find this Garden my delicate boy gone Vanished Within there Iuliarues and Gota enter two seruants Both My Lord The. Are my gates shut 1. And guarded The. Saw you not a boy 2. Where The. Heere hee entred a young Lad 1000. blessings danc'd vpon his eyes a smooth fac'd glorious Thing that brought this Basket 1. No sir exeunt The. Away but be in reach if my voyce calls you No! vanish'd and not seene be thou a spirit Sent from that Witch to mock me I