that Habit There 's something more than my weak Eye can Reach His words do speak a greater Soul than what He seemes to enclose Cal. I hope 't will prosper She seems to Resent it Aside Madam I dare not trespass more upon you I have discharg'd my duty to your merit To Justice and to Heaven And now I cast My self on Providence for what must follow If I have given a light to see the Danger You might incurr with this bad King I am happy But if my want of years or Eloquence To cloath my Honest meaning better make it Less acceptable You may soon Revenge it I have put a poor unworthy Life within Your Breath which you may throw into the Air Or call the Usurpers Cruelty to punish it You shall see Madam then I fear not Death And in my last devotions will pray Heaven may forgive you Tim. Stay noble Youth and Take my thanks I know not when thou meanst To visit me agen The King comes forth Enter Strato and Proclus Dam. Our Guard lay hold upon that Traytor that Impudent Young Villain Yes He shall visit you when he can crawle from tother world Cal. My Stars have done their worst be you perfect Madam Dam. Let his Tongue be cut out immediately Tim. Sir I beseech you let not your Anger fall With so much Cruelty Dam. Madam though you have not merited so much If the Story be consider'd to incline me To any mercy for him Yet that part Of his punishment Remit Drag him to The Common prison till further Order Stay I have thought better on 't Carry him prisoner to the Castle and tell Cleomenes I have sent back his pretious Page but bid him As he will stand clear in our Thoughts look to him And place him in some Dungeon dark and deep enough Where he may Howl unpitied He may afford him The musique of his Chains to make him merry Cal. And when you have done all your Cruelâ—y Death will at last spight of your Rage Release me Exit Calanthe and Officers Enter Hugo Stops and goes off Dam. Madam you may be wise yet to consider I honourably Court you What is past Is in your wisdom to Redeem by Smiles Upon your Servant pray think timely Madam Exit Enter Cleander and observes Timandra going of weeping Clean. Weeping Shall I kill him now and Oblige The world by taking off this hated Monster Yet he spoke kindly when he parted from her Exit Tim. Enter Damocles But he Returns Dam. Hiarbas Nearer yet You may Remember I said 't was in your power to deserve Your Liberty and me your Friend The way Is this Use all your Interest or Art To make the Queen more soft to my desires Clea. How Sir Dam. I would have a marriage of our Crowns and Hearts You understand Clean. I must acknowledge You much honour me But Sir you have chosen a weak Orator In the affairs of Love I wish I had An Interest in the Queen so great to serve you To your own merit but in what my Power Or Language can effect in Reference to Your wishes shall appear Dam. Thou art prudent she has newly took the Gallery Exit Clea. Enter Hugo again Hugo I thought our favours would have made you Be near us still I wanted thee Hug. I was here within these Six minutes to attend you Sir Dam. I saw thee not Hug. But I did you Sir with the beautious Queen And knew my duty better than to interrupt you When you are private with a Lady Dam. You can be a Courtier Hug. I have news for you Dam. What 's that Hug. Your Son presents his duty to you Dam. My Son Hug. Yes your obedient Son as I have Order'd him He begs your pardon for his bold intrusion Upon the Queen Timandra's Love he has Done with her Dam. Done with her How Hug. He has disengag'd her from his thought and now Wisely foresees your Care and deep Contrivements Are for his good and Greatness when it shall Please Heaven to call you hence which I hope Will never be whilst I live Sir Dam. I thought he had been stubborn and resolv'd An expedition far enough to tame him Hug. The People will not thank you Sir for that They have no mind to part with him Dam. The People Hang the shabbed multitude Hug. Oh! they love him Sir and he is more endear'd To their kind thoughts since his Return Dam. And I grow less ha Hug. The more 's the pity Sir Dam. But tell me Hugo Hug. The many headed Beast will talk Sir Dam. Of me Hug. I Sir of you Dam. What dare they say Hug. E'en bad enough They were ill before but The bloody Nose you gave the Senate Sir Has turn'd theâ—r Tongues wild Dam. I must know what they say Hug. I beseech you do not Do not desire to hear it A pox upon 'em what can you expect from Rogues And Rebels Dam. I have a prospect of their Hearts already I know they love me not But I do long To hear how the Slaves talk and belch their poison Come Gi 't me therefore in their own pure Vomit Hug. I am very unwilling I know 't will make you angry Dam. With thee Do 't I command thee as thou lov'st me But let me have no mincing of the Treason Nor washing a fowl word the Sports lost then I 'm in the Humor for 't Hug. You know I am the Creature of your Smiles And must obey when you Command But Dam. There 's no Retreat Begin now I am ready Hug. Why Sir the people call you a Bold Knave Yes By my troth which in their opinion is a worse Name than Traytor and more suitable to Their understandings They that would be Thought less Soluble in their own Tongues Say you are but an Usurper and though you Have the luck to dye in your Bed nay and may Have the liberty to stinke in your Grave Yet they hope before they dye to make it a Holiday and see you hang'd after all this to The great Comfort of the Nation What Rogues are these Dam. The Rascals would be witty On good Hugo Hug. Another says the Flames you have kindled Can never be quench'd till some of your principal members Be committed to the Fire The name Of your Quarters has been terrible and therefore They wish that every Post that now carries A Libel had also a Limb of you Dam. Good Good Hug. For your Soul they think the Devil will Scarce have any thing to do with it though It be his due lest your impudence should Out-face him in his own Dominions and by Some Faction and Conspiracy there Cheat Him of his Kingdom as you have done your Soveraign here Dam. Ha Ha. Hug. They say beside other gifts you have two Virtues Most remarkable Pity and Devotion Dam. 'T is well they will allow me any thing Hug. They say you can Out-weep the Crocodile when You have the Humours to dissemble and can eat Up any mans
must deny thee nothing But deferr it I have something that is near me to Consider Dionis Near you Sir I am your Son Dam. Do you affect the Queen Dionis 'T is in my Heart confest and Sir I hope You will consent to make me further happy Dam. Call in those thoughts and be your self Remove Exit Dion I bid him be himself and caâ—ot Curb My own effeminate Passion Now she 's gone I am at ease Why how now Damocles Hast thou beheld the Horror of a Battle Stood all the danger of the Sea and Fire Heard grones that shook the Dead unmov'd and constant And shall the magick of a Voice or Face That perhaps owes its Beauty to a Pencil Betray thee into paleness and a fear Of every frown and think it Happiness If she but Counterfeit a Smile upon thee Wake wake my Soul and do thy noble Office Upon my Heart that now is Shrunk and Creeping To be a Females Scorn Who will Obey me When I Un-king my self Ha! I am arm'd Against her Charmes It is too like a Virtue To be Love Who waites Where is the Queen Enter Dâ—onysius and Cleomenes leading the Queen by the Hand with Cleander The Devil has a Claw within me still Starts at their Approach There is some Witchcraft in her Eyes and person That softens me agen Dionysius Now I commend thy prudence that dost offer With thy own Hand what is so pretious to me Dionis If you please this may have other Application I can Challenge no Affection from the Queen But for your Kingdom I wonot leave my Hopes she may at last look kindly On my Intentions Dam. What if I love her You will not be my Rival Dionis With your pardon If you be not Cruel to your Son Deny me not what every Souldier looks on The purchase of his Sword She is my Prisoner The Law of Armes gives her to me Dam. Fools will be Clerks before they Read I blush at thee The Law of Armes gives no propriety Of persons when we make 'em Prisoners The Ransome they may Challenge If thou hast An Avarice so low it shall be paid thee Cherish no other Hopes lest I be angry Dionis This my Reward Tim. Sir I intreat your Son may not for his Civilities to me meet with your Anger Dam. His best Regards to you became his Honour I hope you will not Frown on mine I have This Madam only more to say You shall But change your Pallace for â—y Court Which will Receive new Honour by your presence Whilst I change the name of King to be your â—ervant Tim. This I expected not and blush a little Aside To find my self deceiv'd I only pray This noble Moor whose Fate hath suffer'd much In mine may have a part in your high Favour And Freedome Dam. Sir you have it Now Madam I 'le wait on you Exeunt Dam. leading Tima. and Cleandra Dionis Cleomenes hast thou Art to give a name to this Affront Cleo. I am sorry Sir to witness it his passion wonot last pray let me follow you Dionis My Lord I have found your Love Loose not the King O my enraged Soul beats to get forth Cleom. goes off It is too full of Flame to come abroad yet Butâ— I must not grow old with this Dishonour His Act hath disoblig'd my Blood which will Admit no Calm until by Force or Art I tear the fair Timandra from his Heart Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter Cleander and Timandra Clean. How shall I give my Grief a name that Live And yet am worse than lost misfortune never Declar'd me miserable till this Hour For while I Read bright Comforts in thy Eyes See my self lov'd and promis'd to be once The happy Owner of thy self and Virtue I do Behold a Hand wonld Snatch thee from me Tim. It must be the cold Hand of Death I promis'd My Love to you with such devotion As with our last Breath gives up our Souls To Heaven And those that dare lay Violence Upon our mutual Vows shall Reap the fruit Or nothing but their Sins Clean. Thou art excellently good Perfection has No name in Nature large enough for thine And what am I to merit so much Goodness Thou canst not chuse but see how much I am A darkning to thy Lustre every Smile Bestow'd on me is but a Sun-beam cast Upon a Rock which cannot pay the Gift With any thing but Barrenness The gods For fome offence are Angry all with me So much that 't were a Sin almost to ask A kindness from above for thee least they Punish thy Virtue for my sake Tim. Or yours rather for me Clean. My Stars have made a Faction in Heaven And poison'd all the Influence of thine Which else would be less cruel and take thee Into their kinder Conduct Is 't not then A Justice to Remove me from thy Love Then all thy Grief would Vanish soon with me Or else command me to Act something for Thy sake which in the doing may destroy me Tim. You do not think I can be so unkind To impose a danger upon you whom I Have Beg'd of Heaven and whose misfortunes I have Wept for as my Sins and wish'd 'em wholly mine So I might ease your Breast You have forgot I only Live in you and when you dye Timandra is destroy'd I shall despise The Tyrants Policy and Rage Clean. Thou hast nam'd the Reason Why 't is fit I should not Live Tim. To see my Constancy Clean. And what must follow A constant persecution of thy Innocence Tim. 'T is Conquest that way to be Overcome I am sure you wonâ— me so Clean. I know thy Blood will throw severe Disdains Upon this bold Usurper who neglected May by his Rage be prompted to more Wickedness While I must be an idle Looker on And See thy Goodness war against thy Safety Like a tame Cipher keep a place within Thy Breast to encrease the number when thou hast A mind to sum thy Griefs This is not all thou art to Combat with Another Serpent of a softer mould Perhaps more dangerous when deceiv'd his Son When t' other canot by his fiercer Nature This may Attempt to catch thee with an Art Betray thee with a Charme of seeming Innocence And with Civilities attempt to Cheat If possible thy Virtue Tim. How I could chide you now It is not well At this Time when our Loves our Lives and Honours Are most concern'd and ask our wisest Counsel And strength to guard 'em to take off our Courage By numbring up our dangers as if Death Which sums them all were more Considerable Than our own Honour to be arm'd against it Clean. Thou hast awak'd My Soul and Reason I have said too much Which not Consider'd Springing from my Love And Fear of thee were above all Forgiveness Thy pardon will Restore me to my self Here I throw off my melancholy dream Tim. Heaven will have care of both Clean. Thy words are Prophecies Enter a Lady Lady Madam
Heart with tears in your eyes For your devotion the people never tremble more Than when you look upwards to Pray Your days Of Humiliation are a certain preface to some Notable mischief for if they scape a Tax the Murder of some honest Men must follow after Which you commonly Order a Thanks-giving Dam. They observe me right Hugo If they have any Malice left a little more 't is excellent Mirth Hug. They that speak favourably of you say you are A brave Villain In conduct fortunate and full Of Courage but all misappâ—r'd to serve your design Of enslaving a Kingdom to Master a Crown VVhich they say will shew upon your Head but as A brighter mark of your Rebellion till your Noddle ake with the weight of it and both fall From your shoulders in a great storm In which They prophesie the Devil means to come ere it be Long and fetch your Soul away Dam. A storm I shall go off with loud musick then Ha ha So so let ' em talk on and when their Breath Is spent their Heirs may take up their quarrel And kill me in a Chronicle where they shall read That all their Fathers were my slaves Ha ha Farewell honest Hugo Exit severally Enter Parmenio and an old Servant Par. And didst thou wait that day upon my Father At Timoleons Tombe Serv. 'T was my last service Sir Par. Didst see him murder'd too Serv. I saw your Father the good Lord Demaraâ—â—s On the Pile with other Senators Bleeding his Life away and with the first Thought it my duty though it were sad news To acquaint you Sir by letter Par. And I find The story now confirm'd I am lost to all the World No man dares own me but this poor old Servant To my Fathers death this Cruelty is added That me they devour'd alive All that my Father And his old Predecessors had been gathering So many years to keep alive our Family They have torn and Ravish'd from me Why do I breath this Aire Enter Hugo at one door at the other two Colonels Calanthe and a Souldier leading her as a Prisoner Hug. How now Colonels Why in this posture Str. We are commanded to carry this young Traytor to the Castle Hug. I ever thought he was a Rascal You were Cleomenes Page Sirra were you not Well I suspect Hugo whispers with the Colo. That Lord too But what has he done Colonels Serv. If I mistake not those two Feather Caps Are of the military Tribe that brought Commission to Plunder your Fathers House Sir And one of 'em quoited me out of the dinning Room Hug. I le bear you Company I cannot serve the State too much I love to have My hand in every Treason Proc. You were ever active Parm. Leave me I charge thee Exit Servant Hug. What 's he that comes confidently towards us Parm. I have an humble suit to you Gentlemen Hug. It may be so but I use not to carry single mony And these Colonels have nothing but Gold about ' em Parm. I scorn your Charities unless it be to kill me Stra. How kill thee upon what acquaintance Parm. And to that I must have not consent I le shew You Reasons and then I know you 'l do 't Hug. Friend your Reasons Parm. I was late Son to an unfortunate Senator Hug. Son of a Senator That 's somewhat He deserves To be run through the shoulder for that Look to The Prisoner I do not like this despirate fellow Parm. My Father was murther'd at Timolâ—oâ—s Tombe And by some marks given me you may be two Of the Barbarous Villains Proc. The young man's Angry Hug. Look to the Prisoner I say Parm. I could not reach the City at an hour to die with him but time enough to bear That since his death that Fortune which his Care Meant mine is seiz'd upon All my hopes lost I have a Total Ruin Hug. What dost thou tell us of Ruins and killing of thy Father Come to the point Tell us something of Consequence We have other bnsiness to attend Parm. In short I must prevail with one of you to kill Me presently Hug. Art thou in earnest Look to the Prisoner I say Parm. By all my better hopes of to'ther World I hate to live in this Stript of all Comforts Who draws I le stand a fair mark for his Sword Hug. Sir we have something else to do then To kill a man that hath lost both his Friends And his Fortune you must ' en live 'till you dye If you had had the luck to have been with your Father These Gentlemen would have done you Reason But now the State is satisfyed and for ought I see you must live a little longer unless you will Be impatient and hang your self Pro. We do not use to exceed our Commissions Sir Parm. Why then my Sword shall try what I can force Hugo Look to the Prisoner Ah! They fight Calanthe runs away The Souldiers follows her Enter Cleomenes Cleo. Ha! I have known that Face 'T is Demaratus's Son Hug. Hold I am a naked man One of you kill him at my Peril I le save you harmless Here 's a mad fellow Indeed O my Lord Cleomenes save me defend me there 's An impudent Rogue he calls himself The Son of a Senator set upon us Two Colonels My self and another Souldier Cleo. Not to have Rob'd you Hug. No no the Rascal had a plot to have his own Throat cut and because we would not do him the Courtesie Like a Brazen-fac'd Fellow he set upon four on 's Cleome What 's become o' th Colonels Hug. Nay nay he has kill'd 'em for ought I know Cleo. These are the men Of mighty noise and Husk when there 's no danger Most nimble at a Throat when they are numerous Hugo looks about him But leaves tremble not more in a Rough Wind Than they to Guard themselves when they are call'd Upon the Accompt of Honour Hug. He 's here agen Enter Parmenio with his Sword drawn and puts it up Parm. It is the Lord Cleomenes Cleom. Come hither desperate Gentleman Whispers Hug. Ask him what he hath done with the two Field Officers Thank Heaven Sirra I had no Sword As I do heartily I think it sav'd my Life I had Been paid else I am in a sweat to think whether I should have gone if he had kill'd me Cleo. So no more the Colonels made their retreat fairly He did not know your Person and Employment And does ask pardon for the Fright he put you to Parm. I humbly beg your pardon to my passion The memory of my undoing was too fresh within me Alas I was transported with rage more for My Fortune then my Father and I am Cleo. Of our own Principles and for the Cause which made His Father send him to Travail Hug. Saies your Lordship so But Sir he has Rescu'd a Young Villain that was sent hither by the Kings command to be your Prisoner Parm. I rescue a Prisoner VVhom
open and made Bold to put the Change upon your own Trick Altering Only a word or so Clean. Remember he 's your Son Dam. Thus I blow off that name I expect your duty You need not Strive for your Rewards Parm. I am commanded to attend you Sir to the Castle Tim. I am sorry my unhappiness should thus Involve your danger But I hope your Father Has a Reserve of kinder thoughts Dio. Timandra your fair Hand This Kiss Is bought too cheap though I dye for you Farewel noble Hiarbas Exit Dam. Come nearer Moor Dost thou not Read Death Within this Frown Clean. I am above it Damocles Keep those Bugs Upon thy Brow to fright tame Fools and such As born from Worms do Crawl about thy Court And lick thy dusty Pavements Snakes that live And lap the blood of Innocents I despise Thy mercy to my self But if thou hast A sense of Honour or of any thing That 's man within thee Look with softer Eyes On this distressed Queen Dam. Yes your Mistris Clean. Ambition cannot aim at greater Honour Dam. This saucy Competition Hadst thou no other Crime shall make thee Curse Thou hast a Being Clean. Saucy Competition with thee Thy Pride Provokes my Smile I tell thee Damocles Thou mayst by number and thy Crouds of men Steal an Inglorious Victory But were Our Persons singly arm'd and we two plac'd Upon a Cliff or some Star-kissing mountain All thy abused Legions round about us Staring to see us fight for Love and Honour The Gods should not be weary to look down And thy own Armies undeceiv'd should Judge Who best deserv'd Timandra Omnes This Moor has a brave Soul Clean. But I loose breath in talking to a man Whose very Soul 's a Coward and his Heart False as his Title to the Crown Dam. No more We 'l try how he can talk without a Head The morning Sees him dye For her One Convoy serve 'em both and look you trifle not With my Commands as you will keep your Head on Thns all my Troubles vanish I was never A King till now Hug. I hope you 'l take my word another Time Exeunt Damacles and Hugo Cleo. Madam I grieve for your misfortune Clean. For thy self Cleomenes And yet thou hadst An honest Fame Cleo. You do not know me Sir Clean. But I forgive thee Come mourn not Timandra Tim. I should not weep were we to dye together Clean. 'T is not Resolv'd above so do not envy me As man to lead the way 'T is my Honour To bleed a chearful Martyr to thy Love Forgive me if I hope thou mayst not stay Too long behind For when I shall arrive Among those blest Shades and have my Seat Where only good inhabits Yet I fear I shall not think it Heaven till thou art there Conduct now where you please Exeunt omnes Actus Quintus Enter Parmenio and Calanthe Cal. THou hast told me a sad Story the Queen 's made A Prisoner and Hiarbas doom'd to loose His Head this mourning They are then both As miserable as I But she is firm I see to her Honour How does he bear himself Parm. With a most manly Temper not i' th' least Dejected for his thought of suffering Death But as it separates Timandra from him For 't is presum'd they Lov'd Cal. Her knowledge of His worth may make the Cloud upon his Face More lovely to her Eyes But how doth She Take this affliction Parm. At first most sadly And yet his Courage and his wisdom has Almost perswaded her to part with him Cal. Mâ—ght I not see him before he dye Parm. He made it his request to my Lord Cleomeâ—â—s That he might Visit you petending something Tâ—at might concern you and himself Cal. On that account I wish he were permitted Exit Parm Parm. His stay will be but short Cal. I limit not the Favour and shall thank you I wonder I have been so long forgotten In the Usurpers anger but his Fury VVhen it does fall perhaps will recompence The slow approach it makes Enter Cleander and Parmenio Sir I am told you would speak with me Clea. Yes sweet Youth Cal. Your business pray with me Clean. I must be thrifty of my Time my Life wonot Allow us many minutes and I would not Put off this earth without a peace about me I come to Ask thy Pardon Cal. How My pardon You never Injur'd me Clea. Yes Polydore I did abuse thy Innocence Cal. Not mine Clea. And gave thee â—p To my own thoughts an impious Boy when I Conceiv'd thee late a wicked Agent from The Usâ—rper to the Queen But she has told me Since a large volume of thy Virtue That I am oblig'd to carry thy Forgiveness Or doubt my Passage to a better World Cal. Sir I have Charity to pardon all The ill you thought of me Clea. I thank thee and trust me if I were to live I would study thee a better Recompence Then naked Pravers But as it is I wish Tâ—ou maist oâ—t-live the Tyrants malice Farewel Cal. Is this all Clea. I should say something from the Queen of sorrow Tâ—at for her sake thou suffer'â—t But when I 'm dead She 'l tell the all at large Cal. Pray tell me Sir Do you expect to die so soon Clea. I know not The precise minute but cannot think I have Many more to tell that number time but By a Tyrants glass Cal. And can you part with Life so evenly How did you work this noble mastery Upon your Soul I wish I may do so When the approaching minute Comes Clea. It is an ease to die a Blessing Boy Cal. My bless The choise part of my Life is gone Before yet I am confin'd to a tedious Life And make no hast to follow it But 't is The Tyrants fault not mine Clea. Thou wert then in Love too Cal. Heaven will forgive me if I say I lov'd A Brother in whose life was all my Comfort But Death snatch'd him away maliciously I know not where nor how Clea. His Name I prethee Cal. You shall excuse that you are a stranger And will not be at all concern'd to know him But here is all that 's left him his shadow Shews the Picture Which when his cruel Fortune call'd him from me He gave me a Companion in his absence But that my tears are pious to his memory The frequent Drops and kisses I have paid it Might have long since defac'd and drown'd the Image Clea. My labouring Soul The very same I gave Aside Calanthe 't is my Sister but I must not Discover Cal. You are troubled Clea. Polydore He restores the Picture There is some secret magick in thy Sorrow Makes me forget my own If I could think The Tyrant would not punish thee with Life Too long I 'de wish to stay and tarry for Thy company that we might die together Enter Timandra and seeing them stands at some distance Thou art young and by the example of my dying I would instruct thee