Dor. Heauen pardon you And if my wrongs from thence pull vengeance downe I can no myracles worke yet from my soule Pray to those powers I serue he may recouer The. He stirres helpe raise him vp my Lord Sap. Where am I The One cheeke is blasted Sap. Blasted Where 's the Lamia That teares my entrailes I 'me be witch'd seize on her Dor. I 'me heere do what you please The. Spurne her too'th barre Dor. Come boy being there more neere to heauen we are Sap Kicke harder goe out witch exeunt Ant. O bloudy hangmen thine own gods giue thee breth Each of thy tortors is my seuerall death exit Enter Harpax Hircius and Spungius Har. Doe you like my seruice now say am not I A Master worth attendance Spun. Attendance I had rather licke cleane the soles of your durty bootes then weare the richest sute of any infected Lord whose rotten life hangs betweene the 2 Poles Hir. A Lords sute I wud not giue vp the cloake of your seruice to meet the splay-foot estate of any leftey'd knight aboue the Antipodes because they are vnlucky to meete Har. This day I le try your loues to me t is onely But well to vse the agility of your armes Spun. Or legs I am lofty at them Hir. or any other member that has no legges Spun. Thou't runne into some hole Hir. If I meet one that 's more theÌ„ my match that I cannot stand in their hands I must will creep on my knees Har. Heere me my little teeme of villaines heare me I cannot teach you Fencing with these Cudgels Yet you must vse them lay them on but soundly That 's all Hir. Nay if we come to malling once puh Spun. But what Wall-nut tree is it we must beate Har. Your Mistresse Hir. How my Mistresse I begin to haue a Christians heart made of sweet butter I melt I cannot strike a womaÌ„ Hir. Not I vnlesse she scratch bum my mistresse Har. Y' are Coxecombes silly Animals Hir. What 's that Har. Drones Asses blinded Moles that dare not thrust Your armes out to catch Fortune say you fall off It must be done you are conuerted Rascalls And that once spred abroad why euery slaue Will kicke you call you motley Christians And halfe fac'd Christians Spun. The guts of my conscience beginne to be of whit-leather Hir. I doubt me I shall haue no sweet buttet in me Har. Deny this and each Pagan whom you meete Shall forked fingers thrust into your eyes Hir. If we be Cuckolds Har. Doe this and euery god the Gentiles bow to Shall adde a fadome to your line of yeeres Spun. A hundred fadome I desire no more Hir. I desire but one inch longer Har. The Senators will as you passe along Clap you vpon your shoulders with this hand And with this hand glue you gold when you are dead Happy that man shall be can get a nayle The paring they the durt vnder the nayle Of any of you both to say this durt Belong'd to Spungius or Hercius Spun. They shall not want durt vnder my nayles I le keepe 'em long of purpose for now my singers itch to bee at her Hir. The first thing I doe I le take her Ore the lips Spun. And I the hips we may strike any where Har. Yes any where Hir. Then I know where I le hit her Har. Prosper and be mine owne stand by I must not To see this done great businesse calls me hence Hee 's made can make her eurse his violence exit Spun. Feare it not sir her ribs shall be basted Hir. He come vpon her with rounce robble-hobble and thwicke thwack thirlety bouncing Enter Dorothea lead Prisoner a Guard attending a Hangman with Cords in some vgly shape sets vp a Pillar in the middle of the stage Sapritius and Theophilus sit Angelo by her Sap. According to our Romane customes binde That Christian to a Pillar Theo. infernall Furies Could they into my hand thrust all their whips To teare thy flesh thy soule t is not a torture Fit to the Vengeance I should heape on thee For wrongs done me me for flagitious facts By thee done to our gods yet so it stand To great Cesaraes Gouernors high pleasure Bow but thy Knee to Iupiter and offer Any slight sacrifice or doe but sweare By Caesars fortune and be free Sap. Thou shalt Dor. Not for all Casar fortune were it chaind To more worlds then are kingdomes in the world And all those worlds drawne after him I defie Your hangmen you now shew me whither to flie Sap. Are her tormentors ready Ang. Shrinke not deere mistresse Both My Lord we are ready for the businesse Dor. You two whom I like fosterd children fed And lengthen'd out your starued life with bread You be my hangman whom when vp the ladder Death hald you to be strangled I fetcht downe Clothd you and warmd you you two my tormentors Both Yes use Dor. Diuine powers pardon you Sap. Strike strike at her Angelo kneeling holds her fast Theo. Beate out her braines Dor. Receive me you bright Angels Sap. Faster slaues Spun. Faster I am out of breath I 'am sure if I were to beate a bucke I can strike no harder Hir. O mine armes I cannot list 'em to my head Dor. Ioy aboue ioys are my tormentors wearie In torturing me and in my suffrings I fainting in no linbe â—â—â—â—anto strike home And feast your fury full Theo. These dogs are ours come from his seate Which snarle yet bite not see my Lord her face Has more bewitching beauty then before Prowd whore it smiles cannot an eye shart out With these Hir. No sir not the bridge of her nose fall t is full of Iron worke Sap. Le ts view the oudgols are they not counterfeit Ang. There fixe thine eye still thy glorious crown must come Not from soft pleasure but by martyrdome There fixe thine eye still when we next do meet Not thornes but roses shall beare vp thy feet There fixe thine eye still exit Enter Harpax sneaking Dor. Euer euer euer Theo. Wee are mock'd these bats haue power downe to fell gyants yether skin is not fear'd Sap. What rogues are these Theo. Cannot these force a shreeke beats them Spun. Oh! a woman has one of my ribs and now fiue more are broken Theo. Cannot this make her roare beates tother he roares Sa. Who hir'd these slaues what are they Spun. We serue that noble Gentleman there he entisde vs to this dry-beating oh for one halfe pot Har. My seruants two base rogues sometimes seruants To her and for that cause forbeare to hurt her Sap. Vnbinde her hang vp these Theo. Hang the two hounds on the next tree Hir. Hang vs master Harpax what a diuell shall we be thus vsde Har. What bandogs but you two wud worry a woman Your mistessell but clapt you you flew on Say I should get your liues each rascall begger Would when he met you cry out helhounds traitors Spit at you fling durt at you
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
Diocles. We much thanke your loues But wher 's Sapritius our Gouernour And our most zealous prouost good Theophilus If euer Prince were blest in a true seruant Or could the gods be debtors to a man Both they and we stand far ingag'd to cherish His pietie and seruice Artem. Sir the Gouernour Brookes sadly his sonnes losse although he turnd Apostata in death but bold Theophilus Who for the same cause in my presence seald His holy anger on his daughters hearts Hauing with tortures first tride to conuert her Drag'd the bewitching Christian to the scaffold And saw her loose her head Dio. He is all worthy And from his owne mouth I would gladly heare The manner how she sufferd Arte. 'T will be deliuerd With such contempt and scorne I know his nature That rather t will beget your highnesse laughter Then the least pittie Enter Theophilus Sapritius Macrinus Dio. To that end I would heare it Arte. He comes with him the Gouernour Dio. O Sapritius I am to chide you for your tendernesse But yet remembring that you are a father I will forget it good Theophilus He speake with you anone neerer your care to Sapritius Theo. By Antoninus soule I do coniure you And though not for religion for his friendship Without demanding what 's the cause that moues me Receiue my signet by the power of this Go to my prisons and release all Christian That are in fetters there by my command Mac. But what shall follow Theo. Haste then to the port You there shall finde two tall ships ready rig'd In which embarke the poore distressed soules And beare them from the reach of tyranny Enquire not whither you are bound the dietic That they adore will giue you prosperous winds And make your voyage such and largely pay for Your hazard and your trauaile leaue me here There is a scene that I must act alone Haste good Macrinus and the great God guide you Mac. I le vndertake 't there 's some thing prompts me to it T is to saue innocent blood a Saintlike act And to be mercifull has neuer beene By mortall men themselues esteemd a sin exit Mac. Dioc. You know your charge Sap. And will with care obserue it Dio. For I professe he is not Casars friend That sheds a teare for any torture that A Christians suffers Welcome my best seruant My carefull zealous Prouost thou hast toyld To satisfie my will though in extreames I loue thee for 't thou art firme rocke no changeling Prethee deliuer and for my sake do it Without excesse of bitternesse or seosses Before my brother and these kings how tooke The Christian her death Theo. And such a presence Though euery priuate head in this large roome Were circl'd round with an imperiall crowne Her story will deserue it is so full Of excellency and wonder Diocle. Ha! how 's this Theo. O marke it therefore and with that attention As you would here an Embassie from heauen By a wing'd Legate for the truth deliuerd Both how and what this blessed virgin sufferd And Dorothea but hereafter nam'd You will rise vp with reuerence and no more As things vn worthy of your thoughts remember What the canoniz'd Spartan Ladies were Which lying Greece so bosts of your owne matrons Your Romane dames whose figures you yet keepe As holy relickes in her historic Will find a second vrne Gracohus Cornelia Paulina that in death desirde to follow Her husband Seneca nor Brutus Portia That swallowd burning coles to ouertake him Though all their seuerall worths were giuen to one With this is to be mention'd Maximinus Is he mad Diocl. Why they did die Theophilus and boldly This did no more Theo. They out of desperation Are for vaine glory of an aftername Parted with life This had not mutinous sonnes As the rash Gracchi were nor was this Saint A doting mother as Cornelia was This lost no husband in whose ouerthrow Her wealth and honour suncke no feare of want Did make her being tedious but aiming At an immortall crowne and in his cause Who onely can bestow it who sent downe Legions of ministring Angels to beare vp Her spotlesse soule to heauen who entertaind it With choyce celestiall musicke equall to To the motion of the spheres she vncompeld Chang'd this life for a better My Lord Sapritius You were present at her death did you ere here Such rauishing sounds Sap. Yet you sayd then it was witchcraft And diuellish illusions Theo. I then hard it With sinfull cares and belch'd out blasphemous words Against his dietie which then I knew not Nor did beleeue in him Diocl. Why dost thou now or dar'st thou in our hearing Theoph. Were my voyce As lowd as is his thunder to be heard Through al the world all potentates on earth Ready to burst with rage should they but heare it Though hell to ayde their mallice lent her furies Yet I would speake and speake againe and boldly I am a Christian and the powers you worship But dreames of fooles and madmen Maximums Lay hands on him Dio. Thou twice a child for doting age so makes thee Thou could it not else thy pilgrimage of life Being almost past through in the last moment Destroy what ere thou hast done good or great Thy youth did promise much and growne a man Thou madest it good and with encrease of yeares Thy actions still betterd as the Sunne Thou did rise gloriously kepst a constant course In all thy iourney and now in the evening When thou shouldst passe with honour to thy rest Wilt thou fall like a Metcor Sapritius Yet confesse That thou art mad and that thy tong and heart Had no agreement Max. Doe no way is left else To saue thy life Theophilus Diocl. But refule it Destruction as horrid and as sodaine Shall fall vpon thee as if hell stood open And thou wert sinking thither Theoph. Here me yet Here for my seruice past Artem. What will he say Theo. At euer I deseru'd your fauour here me And grant one boone t is not for life I sue for Nor is it fit that I that nere knew pitty To any Christian being one my selfe Should looke for any no I rather beg The vtmost of your cruelty I stand Accomptable for thousand Christians deaths And were it possible that I could die A day for euery one then liue againe To be againe tormented t were to me An easie pennance and I should passe through A gentle clensing fire but that denyde me It being beyond the strength of feeble nature My sute is you would haue no pitty on me In mine owne house there are a thousand engine Of studied crueltie which I did prepare For miserable Christians let me seele As the Sicilian did his brazen bull The horridst you can find and I will say In death that you are mercifull Dtoc. Despaire not In this thou shalt preuaile go fetch 'em hither some go for the racks Death shall put on a thousand shapes at once And so appeare before thee racks and whips Thy flesh with burning pinsor torne shall feed The fire that heates them and what 's wanting to The torture of thy body I le supply In punishing thy mind fetch all the Christians That are in hold and here before his face Cut 'em in peeces Theo. T is not in thy power It was the first good deed I euer did They are remou'd out of thy raceh how ere I was determin'd for my sinnes to die I first tooke order for their liberty And still I dare thy worst Diocle. Dind him I say Make euery artery and sinew crack The slaue that makes him giue the lowdest shrike Shall haue ten thousand Drachmes wretch I le force thee To curse the power thou worship'st The. Neuer neuer No breath of mine shall euer be spent on him They torment him But what shall speake his Maiesty or mercy I am honour'd in my suffrings weake tormentors More tortures more alas you are vnskilfull For Heauens sake more my brest is yet vntorne Heere purchase the reward that was propounded The Irons coole heere are armes yet and thighes Spare no part of me Max. He endures beyond The suffrance of a man Sap. No sigh nor grone To witnesse he has feeling Dio. Harder Villaines Enter Harpax Har. Vnlesse that he blaspheme hee 's lost for euer If torments euer could bring forth despaire Let these compell him to it oh me My ancient enemies againe falls downe Enter Darothea in a white robe crownes vpon her robe a Crowne vpon her head lead in by the Angell Antoninus Caliste and Christeta following all in white but lesse glorious the Angell with a Crowne for him The. Most glorious vision Did ere so hard a bed yeeld man a dreame So heauenly as this I am confirm'd Confirm'd you blessed spirits and make hast To take that crowne of immortality You offer to me death till this blest minute I neuer thought thee slow pac'd nor could I Hasten thee now for any paine I suffer But that thou kepst me from a glorious wreath Which through this stormy way I would creepe to And humbly kneeling with humility weare it Oh now I feele thee blessed spirits I come And witnesse for me all these wounds and scarres I die a souldier in the Christian warres dies Sap. I haue seene thousands tortur'd but nere yet A constancy like this Harpax I am twise damn'd Aug. Haste to thy place appointed cursed fiend In spite of hell this souldier 's not thy prey T is I haue wonne thou that hast lost the day exit Angele the diuell sinkes with lightning Die I thinke the centre of the earth be cracks Yet I still stand vnmou'd and will go on The persecution that is here begun Through all the world with violence shall run flourish exeunt FINIS
you wish That is not falne vpon you honour greatnesse Respect wealth fauour the whole world for a dowre And with a Princesse whose excelling forme Exccedes her fortune Anton. Yet poyson still is poyson Though drunke in gold and all these flattring glories To me ready to starue a painted banquet And no essentiall foode when I am scorchd With fire can flames in any other quench me What is her loue to me greatnes or Empire That am slaue to another who alone Can giue me ease or freedome Macr. Sir you point at Your dotage on the scornfull Dorothea Is she though faire the same day to be nam'd With best Artemia in all their courses Wisemen propose their ends with sweete Artemia There comes along pleasure security Vsher'd by all that in this life is precious With Dorothea though her birth be noble The Daughter to a Senator of Rome By him lest rich yet with a priuate wealth And farre inferiour to yours arriues The Emperours frowne which like a mortall plague Speakes death is neere the Princesse heauy scorne Vnder which you will shrinke your fathers fury Which to resist euen piety forbids And but remember that she stands suspected A fauourer of the Christian Sect she brings Not danger but assured destruction with her This truely wai'd one smile of great Artemia Is to be cherish't and prefer'd before All ioyes in Dorothea therefore leaue her An. In what thou think'st thou art most wise thou art Grosely abus'd Macrinus and most foolish For any man to match aboue his ranke Is but to sell his liberty with Artemia I still must liue a seruant but enioying Diuinest Dorothea I shall rule Rule as becomes a husbands for the dangers Or call it if you will assur'd destruction I sleight it thus If then thou art my friend As I dares weare thou art and wilt not take A Gouernors place vpon thee be my helper Macri. You know I dare and will doe any thing Put me vnto the test Anton. Goe then Macrinus To Dorothea tell her I haue worne In all the battailes I haue fought her figure Her figure in my heart which like a diety Hath still protected me thou canst speake well And of thy choycest language spare a little To make her vnderstand how much I loue her And how I languish for her beare her these iewels Sent in the way of sacrifice not seruice As to my goddesse All le ts throwne behind me Or feares that may deter me say this morning I meane to visite her by the name of friendship No words to contradict this Macrinus I am yours And if my trauell this way be ill spent Iudge not my reader will by the euent exeunt Finis actus primus Actus 2. Scenus 1. Enter Spungins and Hercius Spun. Turne Christian wud he that first tempted mee to haue my shooes walke vpon Christian soles had turn'd me into a Capon for I am sure now the stones of all my pleasure in this fleshly life are cut off Hir. So then if any Coxecombe has a galloping desire to ride here 's a Gelding if he can but sit him Spun. I kicke for all that like a horse looke else Hir. But that 's a kickish Iade fellow Spungins haue not I as much cause to complaine as thou hast When I was a Pagan there was an Infidell Punke of mine would haue let me come vpon trust for my coruetting a pox of your christian Coxatrices they cry like Poulterers wiues no money no Cony Spun. Bacchus the God of brew'd Wine and Sugar grand Patron of rob pots vpsie-freesie-tiplers and super-naculam takers this Bacchus who is head warden of Vintners Hall Ale-cunner Maior of all Victualing houses the sole liquid Benefactor to bawdy-houses Lanze prezado to red Noses and inuincible Adelantado ouer the Armado of pimpled deepe scarletted rubified and carbuncled faces Her What of all this Spun. This boone Bacchanalion stinker did I make legges to Hirc. Scuruy ones when thou wert drunke Spung. There is no danger of loosing a man yeares by making these Indures he that will not now and then bee Calabingo is worse then a Calamosthe when I was a Pagan and kneeld to this Bachhus I durst out-drinke a Lord but your Christian Lords out-boule me I was in hope to leade a sober life when I was conuerted but now amongst the Christians I can no sooner stagger out of one Alhouse but I reele into another they haue whole streets of nothing but drinking roomes and drabbing chambers iumbled together Hirc. Bawdy Priapus the first schoolemaister that taught Butchers how to sticke pricks in flesh and make it swell thou knowest was the onely Ningle that I cared for vnder the Moone but since I left him to follow a scuruy Lady what with her praying and our fasting if now I come to a wench offer to vse her any thing hardly celling her being a Christian she must endure she presently handles me as if I were a cloue cleaues me with disdaine as if I were a Calues head Spung. I see no remedy fellow Hircius but that thou and I must be halfe Pagans and halfe Christians for we know very fooles that are Christians Hirc. Right the quarters of Christians are good for not thing but to feed Crowes Spung. True Christian Brokers thou knowest are made vp of the quarters of Christians parboyle one of these rogues and he is not meate for a dog no no I am resolued to haue an Infidels heart though in shew I carry a Christians face Hir. Thy Last shall serue my foote so will I Spun. Our whimpring Lady and Mistresse sent mee with two great baskets full of Beefe Mutton Veale and Goose fellow Hircius Hir. And Woodcocke fellow Spungins Spung. Vpon the poore leane Asse fellow on which I ride to all the Almswomen what thinkst thou I hue done with all this good cheere Hir. Eate it and be choakt else Spun. Wud my Asse basket and all were in thy maw if I did no as I am a demy Pagan I sold the victuals and coynd the mony into pottle pots of wine Hir. Therein thou shewdst thy selfe a perfect demy-Christian too to let the poore beg starue and hang or dye a the pip our puling snotty-nose Lady sent me out likewise with a purse of mony to releeue and release prisoners did I so thinke you Spun. Wud thy ribs were turnd into grates of iron then Hir. As I am a totall Pagan I swore they should be hangd first for sirra Spungius I lay at my old ward of lechery and cryed a poxe in your two-penny wards and so I tooke scuruy common flesh for the mony Spun. And wisely done for our Lady sending it to prisoners had bestowed it out vpon lowsie knaues and thou to saue that labour casts it away vpon rotten whores Hir. All my feare is of that pinke-an-eye Iacke-an Apes boy her page Spnn. As I am a Pagan from my cod-peece downward that white-fac'd Monkie frights me to I stole but a durty pudding
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
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.