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A16564	Recreations vvith the Muses. By William Earle of Sterline	Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Monarchick tragedies.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Doomes-day.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Paraenesis to the Prince.	1637 (1637)	STC 347; ESTC S106640	194,215	266

was best Did did in time before his fortune chang'd And for his favour which I oft did try Whom earnestly he labour'd to advance It grieves me that himselfe so soone did die And that his off-spring hath so hard a chance His Successors have set all Greece on fire Of which I feare to perish by some sparke For Polypercon doth my death conspire And who can scape when made a great mans marke Yet for my Countries cause I 'le give my blood Whilst safely prais'd all follow vertue can But when by danger bragg'd then to doe good O! that is worthie of a worthie man Nor doe I tender so this puffe of breath But I can yeeld that Nature it expell A minde that is resolv'd triumphes o're death He hath liv'd long enough who hath liv'd well Exeunt Act 5. Scene 2. Cassander Lysimachus Ptolomie Seleucus NO doubt great Heroes whom the Heavens have lov'd What ever count'nance duty doth pretend Your minds are glad since those by me remov'd Who might have made you end have made an end Loath not the meanes if pleas'd with the effect For though by this I have a realme obtain'd It yeelds you more whose course none can suspect I onely guilty am ye all have gain'd Yet to pursue my life they first began For my defence this refuge last I prov'd What then himselfe can be more neere to man When bragg'd by danger who would not be mov'd And if Olympias had not di'd in time By offring up her blood to worke my peace Then mine had beene the harme and hers the crime I but prevented her a little space And if her off-spring had surviv'd her death Whose rising could not but procure our fall Yee now who nought but soveraignty doe breath Had breath'd obedience or not breath'd at all Lysim You from a dangerous yaoke have us releev'd Which I suspect we should have tri'd too soone And why then should we labour to seeme griev'd At that thing done which we wish not un●one No no since all for soveraignty do strive And have once tasted what it is to raigne Each one of vs would rather die then live To beare a subjects servile yoke againe And though perchance with Alexander Sonne If heire to him in worth as of his state We might have most respected places wonne As speciall pillars of the Princes seate Though greater then the rest as of before It would have vex'd us lesse then one to fall The fall from first to second grieves one more Then from the second to the last of all Our envi'd glory had destruction brought And would have made us odious to remaine It dangerous is for subiects to be thought Such as desire or yet deserve to raigne When any Tempest threatned had his Throne He would have sought for surety at our cost When Iealousie mindes worme hath seaz'd on one The greatest vertues are suspected most Yea though we could to quite our state consent Us from suspition nought but death could purge Still greatnesse must turmoile or then torment If borne a burthen if layd downe a scourge Ptol. But when we have within our bosome weigh'd The ruine of all Alexanders race Whom without blushing we might have obey'd By right succeeding in our Soveraignes place How can our soules but highly be asham'd If one below them farre emboldned thus Doth seeke by wrong that which by right they claim'd And by their o'ret●row would insult o're us Nor neede I more as in suspense remaine To maske my meaning with ambiguous wordes No no our words may as his deeds be plaine Which fame and that not whi●●ring now records Ye heare how that Antigonus of l●te Whose thoughts wing'd with good succes soare too high Doth strive above the rest to raise his State And by all meanes doth fortune frankely ply Since to his hands Eumenes was betrai'd Loe quite transported by praepost'rous pride As if in nought adebted to our ayde To yeeld our due he cannot now abide Lysim Thus time let truth of all things doth proclame Man is a crafty Creature had to know Who can a face for every fortune frame No trust in mortalls no nor faith below As our particulars doe sometime move We what we wish for most seeme to mislike And oft of others doe the course disprove Whilst we want only meanes to doe the like Then whilst Perdiccas did attempt before To make the rest who were his equalls thrall Who then Antigonus detested more The foolish pride of one that would have all But since Perdiccas and his faction fell Whom he as Traitours of the State pursu'd He in his place succeeding to rebell Hath what he seem'd to end againe renew'd And yet I may times have mus'd of this How from the world he did Enmenes send Sel. How but by Treason as his custome is False at the first and cruell in the end Lysim I know that after many doubtfull fights He hath o'rethrowne Eumenes at the last But by what Stratagems or treach'rous slights I would be glad to heare how all hath past Sel. Antigonus was at the first afrai'd To match Eumenes by plaine force in fight And therefore all that feare affords assai'd For valour franke still using warie slight Amongst Eumenes troupes their mindes to prove He scattred letters with allurements stor'd By promis'd treasures and protested love Some to corrupt who might betray their Lord But he still wise his Troupes in time advis'd To cleare their vertue by their enemies vice And gave them thankes who would not be entis'd To sell their faith at such a bloodie price Then said that he himselfe those scroules procur'd That when they spy'd such practises againe They still might thinke them by this meanes allur'd Their Captaines triall not their Enemies traine Thus by the course which should have him entrap'd His adversarie did deluded stay Whilst both the from that present danger scap'd And to prevent the like prepar'd a way Then when he saw this policy had fail'd And that there had some doubtfull ●●●licts past Antigenus who had at one prevail'd As having had some vantage at the last Did with Eumenes straight procure to speake And as t 'one vanquish'd offred him good-will But he whose minde could not be brought to breake Would onely talke as to his equall still For when a band betweene them made did beare He to Antigonus should helpe impart That forme reform'd he first of all would sweare With Alexanders off-spring to take part Thus where they his submission did attend Imperiously conditions he impos'd So that thereafter to procure his end The other by all meanes his minde dispos'd And shortly of his bands a vaine debate For his confusion fit occasion brought Still as by concord small things doe grow great By discord great things are reduc'd to nought While-as Eumenes fortunately liv'd The Ag●raspides to him gave place Till that for state two of their Captaines striv'd And his authoritie would not embrace Such as that spite of theirs to

the strong For Victors rage when as the vanquish'd bosts I will entreat him too not for my selfe Age bows my body to embrace pale death But that you yet may shunne this wrackfull shelfe Whose youth and beauty worthy are of breath Act. 3. Scene 2. Alexander Sisigambis Statira Regina Hephestion RIse Mother rise and calme those needlesse cares I come to cure not to procure your woe The duty which I owe those silver haires Doth grieve my minde to see you humbled so Sis Most gracious Prince forgive me if I err'd In taking him for you who stands you by Alex. I finde no fault to see my friend preferr'd Even to my selfe this is another I. Sis My sorrows so confounded have my minde That scarce I know my selfe another lesse My soule in such an agony I finde As words nor teares nor grones cannot expresse Alex. I pray you mother set those plaints apart They vex me more then sterne Bellona's broils Sis This tender name of Mother wounds my heart Whil'st nam'd by him who of that name me spoils I was woe that I was a Mother late Of two faire Sonnes faire Sunnes lights of my life But one is dead and in a worse estate The other lives involv'd in woe and strife Like to the trunke of some disbranched tree Which Aeolus hath to confusion brought Since spoil'd of those brave Impes which sprung from me Unprofitable stock I serve for nought Stat. Reg. I serve for nought since serving him no more Who onely may my blasted hopes revive Loe quite confounded farre from what before Who him of me me of my selfe deprive I live without my halfe without my whole Prodigious Monster whom the world admires I want the point the pilot and the pole Which drew addrest and bounded my desires Toss'd by sad sighs in flouds of bitter teares I save from ruine look for no reliefe By what I feele still plagu'd but worse with feares All comfort loath'd my glory is my griefe My soule feemes to presage disastrous chances And warring with it selfe hath never peace My heart surcharg'd doth faint in deadly trances My eyes must grace the ground of my disgrace Hell hath assembled all her horrours here Ah! in the dungeons of this desp'rate brest As in the dark Tartarian groves appeare A thousand shadows to bereave my rest Alex. Faire Princesse spare those passionate complaints Which may augment but not amend your harmes This voice which with your woe the world acquaints Doth move me more then all the Persians Armes Take courage Madam be afraid of none That you may hope what help I can afford I sweare by Ioves inviolable Throne And do protest by my Imperiall word Though for a while barr'd from your royall seat You compass'd here with troups of strangers stand Yet shall you still be us'd as fits your state And may as earst in your owne Court command Stat. Reg. Ah! how can I command whil'st I am thrall What can I have who wanting one want all Alex. Though brave it seeme in some proud victors sight To plague their captives and triumph in ill The larger grow the limits of my might The more I labour to rest raine my will What can be fear'd by them whom I defend Foes have not pow'r and who with me remaine They dare not wrong nor offer to offend The least in ranke who doth attend your traine If any would impugne what I appoint Or would in ambush for your honour lye Or discontent you but in any point As Alexander lives that wretch shall dye Stat. Reg. O what an host of evils where ere I go Are still encroaching to o're-throw my state Ah! must I be beholding to my foe And owe him love to whom my love owes hate Should he help me who still his ruine plyes Heavens curse my heart if stain'd with treason thus Let death in darknesse first entombe mine eyes Ere such a sight accepted be by us I Lord am thine and thine I will remaine Thy love was planted in a fertile field Which gratefull now thee to reward againe From flourish'd faith chast flames for fruits doth yeeld Yet doth misfortune this good fortune bring My constancy shall now be clearly knowne Another might have lov'd an happie King But I will love thee though thou be o're-throwne Alex. I labour much to comfort in some measure This grieved Queene that was a Monarch's choice Whose woe doth make my victory no pleasure For whil'st she mournes I cannot well rejoyce Sis Most mighty King thou dost deserve indeed That as for Darius we should pray for thee Who do'st so much in clemency exceed That thou bewail'st our losse no lesse then he Not onely thou surmount'st all other Kings In glory rising from thy labours gone And for those benefits which Fortune brings But in all vertues worthy of a Throne Thou do'st vouchsafe on me more then I crave The title of a Queene and Mother still But I confesse my selfe thy humble slave Whose life hath now no limits but thy will The dreamed good that Greatnesse gave forgot My count'nance shall be free from clouds of cares And I 'le allow of this my present lot As one who for my fate my force prepares Yea if this wofull woman here were free Who hath no heaven except her husbands face I could content my selfe great Prince to be The meanest hand-mayd that attends your Grace Alex. As if your Sonnes command all that is mine And I will seek to second your desire Sis Heavens recompense this courtesie of thine Which in all ages thousands shall admire Alex. Those captiv'd Princesses have pierc'd my soul Which even amid'st our heaven have found a hell Hep. His passions so what Stoick could controull Whom now to weep their teares would not compell What age could earst such stately beauties show Which of perfection hold the highest place And borne to bring though now they be brought low Do Beauty beautifie give Griefe a grace Sir such a victory hath not beene seene As you have gain'd since conquering as appeares The largest kingdome and the fairest Queene That Asia vaunted of these many yeares Durst Leda's or Agenors brood compare With that sweet Queene the honour of her kinde But as she is above all others faire As farre her daughters make her go behinde It seem'd at first that sorrow had beene sleeping Then whil'st those Virgins in their Grand-dames bosome With weeping beauty and with beauteous weeping Did with a haile of pearle blast Beauties blossome So large a pow'r no Prince on Earth can have As hath Loves Empire in their face confin'd Alex. What what Hephestion what doth thee deceive Dare folly seeke to bragge so brave a minde Dare Cupid enter in an armed Camp And them who Mars have match'd for sport appall Must his soft seale even through hard metall stamp And make who conquer men to women thrall Hep. We dare resist whil'st many a thousand dyes The steely tempests of a world of men But if from

To make me seeme not worthy of his place That he preferr'd a Stranger to his Sonne As bent to cloud the glory of his race Thus since in such a sort he did neglect The Sonne who should his name from death exempt As dis-regarded for some great defect All other men may have me in contempt But ere his age attain'd the fatall date He saw my brows with lawrell boughs array'd And spy'd my skill in warre and wit in state Which grew as much as his had then decay'd Nor can my courage so be brought to bow But Polypercon shall by proofe finde soone That in my Fathers will I Will allow Not what he did but what he should have done And since by him high dignities were wonne I minde to prosecute what he began For though I would so great a Fathers Sonne Can not securely live a private man Loe Polypercon by our pow'r repell'd From Macedonie hath retyr'd dismay'd And for the feare of us hath beene compell'd To rest beholding for anothers aid Let him not think that shadows though of Kings Can match my pow'r with these his borrow'd bands A doubtfull flight all fram'd with others wings Will never beare him from Cassanders hands And though Olympias count'nanc'd once his cause As from Epirus come to ruine me Now of her owne misfortune she must pause Since brought of late unto a low degree Lysim And yet Olympias once did prosper well When first she touch'd the Macedonian bounds Whil'st Polypercon proudly did repell all those who durst resist with words or wounds Though Philip and Euridice his Queene To give them battell bent in time arriv'd The Macedonians when they had her seene As their owne Queene to do her honour striv'd And haplesse Philip whil'st constrain'd to yeeld There for a Kings did take a captives state And with his mate though flying from the field Was follow'd by their force and by her fate Then ●id her husband and her selfe give place Whose brows of late a Diademe had borne But then throwne downe in depths of black disgrace Were made of pride the prey the butt of scorne Cass Those were the means which did them first entrap But have you heard how after they were thrall To plague the world with horrour and mishap The proud Olympias tyrraniz'd o're all Lys Some doubtfull rumors did frequent each 〈◊〉 Such as rash Fame confus'dly durst unfold But yet by favour hid or else for feare The truth of all it may be was not told Cass When thus the Tygresse happ'ned to surprise Those wretched souls as ravish'd in a dreame Her heart at first seem'd scarce to trust her eyes She surfetted her sight so with their shame But when she saw by reason of her pow'r That she might safely let her rage burst out She them about caus'd build a lightlesse Tower Press'd by whose walls they scarce could turne about And in that dungeon as entomb'd they stood With high disgrace t' appease more high disdaines Farre from all comfort whil'st a little food Their life prolong'd but to prolong their paines But for misfortune pity last doth pleade As envy doth prosperity oppose The Macedonians then indifferent made On murmur'd rumours doubtfully did glose The peoples grudge Olympias did perceive And of just fury fearing the effect She straight resolv'd lifes remnant to bereave From weakened pow'rs which did no lesse expect And when some Thracians basely bent for bloud As she had charg'd with mercenary spight Had murdred Philip and his Queene imbru'd With these red streames that drown'd her lifes delight She sent to her whose soule in griefe did sinke As messengers of death to bragge her brest A sword a cord and an empoyson'd drink A Tyrants presents yet a wretches best Those seene the Queene unmov'd this speech did make As one who had imbrac'd some great reliefe Fit gifts for her to give for me to take Since she exceeds in hate and I in griefe And tell the Tyrant that I gladly dye That once the angry gods to venge my death May thunder forth that judgement which I spie With bloud must choak that bloudy womans breath Last looking on her Lord who there lay slaine Once partner of his joy then of his woe Whil'st that his Roses did her Lillies staine She kiss'd his wounds as taking leave to goe Lest Time her Resolution had betray'd Her snowie necke not us'd with such a chaine Her girdle grasp'd then dy'd no way dismai'd And if she sigh'd she sigh'd but for disdaine Lysi This barbarous act my breast with griefe dot● s●ing Can spight so much transport the meekest kinde And yet on th' earth there 's no more cruell thing Then malice raging in a womans minde Cass But yet this sacrifice could not asswage The boyling thoughts of her unbounded will For entring thus she rioted in rage As dogges that once get bloud would alwayes kill Each light occasion kindling still her wrath The Soveraignty she shamefully abus'd And put my brother Nicanor to death Though for no crime condemn'd no not accus'd To some when dead an hate by her was borne Whose cruelty no floud of bloud confin'd Of Iolas the Tombe prophanely torne She robbing th' earth with ashes stain'd the winde To be Cassanders friend was such a crime As none could scape who ever favour'd me Thus huge disorders did abound a time Where laws not valued are all things are free When having heard of this outragious pride Which made my native soyle contemn'd to be I those indignities could not abide Whose shame and danger did ayme most at me So that at last mov'd by my Countries care As much as by particular respects I with great speed an Army did prepare To punish or prevent the like effects But when I was to Macedony come To fortifie a Towne she did designe Which I enclos'd and quickly did o're-come Whil'st famine forc'd the Fortresse to resigne Then to necessity weake pride gave place Her lofty courage was constrain'd to bow So that she rests depending on our grace To be dispos'd as it shall please us now Lysim This chance the world to wonder may invite Loe there a Queene who had though now distress'd The rarest Fortune and the greatest sprite That ever any of her sex possess'd The widow'd Empresse who first bragg'd the Indes Or proud Thomiris though both prais'd have beene Or th' Amazons all borne with martiall mindes Have never beene more stout then was this Queene Her lifes first progresse did but prove too sweet Whom once the world with treasures striv'd to blesse But now sad soule foil'd under Fortunes ●eet Her misery no creature can expresse Cass Those were but Fortunes gifts which made her great Whil'st treacherous shows by shallow wits were prais'd Her imperfections did but staine the State Where her not hers but others merits rais'd When first that Dame with famous Philip match'd Her cunning carriage was not free from blame But though she then with Argos eyes was watch'd As was suppos'd soone forfeited

the best This word necessity so wounds the eares The insolent with vile seditious words Who trembled whil'st they heard the Trumpets sound Stirre now their tongues as we did then our swords And what Mars spar'd make Mercury confound The people thus in time of peace agree To curbe the great men still even in that forme As in calme dayes they do disbranch the Tree Which shrowded them of late against a storme But now I look'd brave deeds appeasing spight That bursted Envy should for anguish dye Darke shadows as asham'd do vanish quite When at his height bright Phoebus cleares the skie And though their hatred deeply they disguise Yet can they not so hide enflam'd desires But that their spight rests sparkling through their eyes And boasts to burst out straight in open fires Ant. Since first great Caesar I discern'd thy worth On all thy actions I did still attend And what some whisper must speake freely forth Franke admonitions do become a friend The men who do suspect that you aspire Of government the present forme to change All in their soules your ruine do conspire And their affections farre from you estrange Since chast Lucretia by proud Tarquin stain'd Wash'd with her bloud the violated bed Whil'st by his pow'r Rome basely was constrain'd All to obey which his curst braine had bred This government which some tyrannicke call Doth sound so odious in the peoples eares That they as Tyrants vile detest them all Whose greatnesse gives them any cause of feares Caes I not affect the title of a King For love of glory or desire of gaine Nor for respect of any private thing But that the State may by my travels gaine You know Sibylla's books which never faile In many mindes have an opinion bred That o're the Parthians Rome cannot prevaile Till by a Prince her valorous Bands be led For as confusion is the fruit we finde Of those affaires which divers thoughts dispose So Soveraignty match'd with a gallant minde Breeds reverence in ones owne feare to his foes And O! it grieves me that these steps of ours Have trod so oft on many a millions necks Whil'st yet the Parthian vilipends our pow'rs And all our victories not vanquish'd checks Ah! should a Generall of the Roman race Be by Barbarians kill'd and not reveng'd And should his Ensignes signes of our disgrace Rest in the ranke of conquer'd relicts rang'd No no wretch'd Crassus now thy selfe content I le pacifie thy Ghost with Parthians spoyles My boyling fancies have beene alwayes bent To match the matchlesse daunt th' undaunted soiles Ant. With victories quite cloi'd will you not then Your safety once more then new warres respect Caes No though I have surmounted other men My fancies yet do greater things affect In emulation of my selfe at last I even with envy look on my owne deeds And bent to make the new surpasse things past Now to my minde stale praise no pleasure breeds Ant. The world hath seene thee great man for Romes good In danger oft of many a dangerous shelfe Whil'st for her glory thou engag'd thy bloud Of others carefull carelesse of thy selfe Caes Though whil'st in th'Aprill of my blooming age I from the vulgar rate redeem'd my name Some with my deeds did burden youths hot rage And an ambitious appetite of Fame Yet since the coldnesse of declining yeares Boasts to congeale the bloud which boil'd of late Whil'st loe my life the Sunne of glory cleares Who now of all the world am knowne most great I cannot covet that thing which I have I have all honour that can be requir'd And now as that which wants would onely crave To taste the pleasures of a life retyr'd But save to serve the State for nought I strive For O! neglecting th' ecchoes of renowne I could content my selfe unknowne to live A private man with a Plebeian gowne Since Anthonie thus for the state I care And all delights which Nature loves disdaine Go and in time the peoples mindes prepare That as the rest I may the title gaine Yet indirectly at the first assay To what their doubtfull mindes do most incline But as without my knowledge that they may All marke your minde and yet not thinke of mine Exeunt Act. 2. Scene 2. Cicero Decius Brutus DId I survive th' impetuous Scilla 's rage And in a torrent of destruction stood Whil'st Tyrants did make Rome a tragicke stage Through a voluptuous appetite of bloud Scap'd I confusion in a time so bad Of liberty and honour once to taste That bondage now might make my soule more sad By the remembrance of my fortunes past What though I once when first by Fame made knowne From Catilines strange treason did preserve This Towne when free from foes thrall'd by her owne Since now the world from equity doth swerve A sparke of that conspiracy I spie As yet not quench'd to have our state imbroil'd Which Rome to burne makes many flames to flie Thus one was spar'd that we might all be spoil'd O worthy Cato in whose matchlesse minde Three rarely match'd things Nature did reveale Wit Honesty and Courage which design'd A Citizen for Plato's common-weale Whil'st courteous Pompey did things as a friend Thou as a wise-man spoke and still fore-told To what all Caesars deeds would turne in th' end If that his pride were not in time controld And had we him as wisely thou advis'd Given to the Germans whom he had injur'd We had not now beene thus like slaves despisd To see Rome's glory and our owne obscur'd But yet I may disbending former cares A space comport with that proud Tyrants pow'r Age gives assurance by my hoarey haires Ere he Romes freedome death will me devour But all whose youth and sprite might have attain'd Those dignities which Caesar hath undone O! ye have lost as much as he hath gain'd Whose rising hopes must be retrench'd so soone Dec. Though if novations at the first seeme strange Yet oft experience approbation brings And if with upright thoughts we weigh this change From thence the safety of our City springs As doth a ship when toss'd by severall windes More danger runne whil'st Pylots do contest So was our City vex'd by differing mindes Who did interpret laws as pleas'd them best Whil'st for one sicknesse divers drugges are us'd Whose pow'rs repugnant in digestion jarre Th' impatient patients perish when abus'd So did we long whil'st cross'd by civill warre But now great Caesar from tempestuous windes Romes scattered ruines recollects of late A Pilot meet to calme tumultuous mindes A fit Physitian for an aguish State Cic. The State from stormes secure by drowning proves Now whil'st despaire doth doubtfull feares appease He with the life the sicknesse quite removes Thus is the Physick worse then the Disease This Common-weale as all the world did spie Was by proud spirits in civill warres involv'd Yet like black Clouds which would obscure the skie These tumid humours suddenly dissolv'd And no disgrace unto the state redounds