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A17956	The tragedie of Mariam, the faire queene of Iewry. VVritten by that learned, vertuous, and truly noble ladie, E.C.; Mariam	Cary, Elizabeth, Lady, 1585 or 6-1639.; Berkeley, Elizabeth, Lady, 1575-1635, attributed name.; Carey, Elizabeth, Lady, d. 1618, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 4613; ESTC S107482	37,003	72

THE TRAGEDIE OF MARIAM THE FAIRE Queene of Iewry Written by that learned vertuous and truly noble Ladie E. C. LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede for Richard Hawkins and are to be solde at his shoppe in Chancery Lane neere vnto Sargeants Inne 1613 TO DIANAES EARTHLIE DEPVTESSE and my worthy Sister Mistris Elizabeth Carye WHen cheerfull Phoebus his full course hath run His sisters fainter beams our harts doth cheere So your faire Brother is to mee the Sunne And you his Sister as my Moone appeere You are my next belou'd my second Friend For when my Phoebus absence makes it Night Whilst to th' Antipodes his beames do bend From you my Phoebe shines my second Light Hee like to SOL cleare-sighted constant free You LVNA-like vnspotted chast diuine Hee shone on Sicily you destin'd bee T' illumine the now obscurde Palestine My first was consecrated to Apollo My second to DIANA now shall follow E. C. The names of the Speakers Herod King of Iudea Doris his first Wife Mariam his second Wife Salome Herods Sister Antipater his sonne by Salome Alexandra Mariams mother Sillius Prince of Arabia Constabarus husband to Salome Phaeroras Herods Brother Graphina his Loue Babus first Sonne Babus second Sonne Annanell the high Priest Sohemus a counsellor to Herod Nuntis Bu another Messenger Chorus a Companie of Iewes The Argument HErod the sonne of Antipater an Idumean hauing crept by the fauor of the Romanes into the Iewish Monarchie married Mariam the daughter of Hircanus the rightfull King and Priest and for her besides her high blood being of singular beautie hee reputiated Doris his former Wife by whome hee had Children This Mariam had a Brother called Aristobolus and next him and Hircanus his Graund-father Herod in his Wiues right had the best title Therefore to remooue them he charged the first with treason and put him to death and drowned the second vnder colour of sport Alexandra Daughter to the one and Mother to the other accused him for their deaths before Anthony So when hee was forc'te to goe answere this Accusation at Rome he left the custodie of his wife to Iosephus his Vncle that had married his Sister Salome and cut of a violent affection vnwilling any should enioy her after him hee gaue strict and priuate commaundement that if hee were slaine shee should be put to death But he returned with much honour yet found his Wife extreamely discontented to whom Iosephus had meaning it for the best to proue Herod loued her reuealed his charge So by Salomes accusation hee put Iosephus to death but was reconciled to Mariam who still bare the death of her Friends exceeding hardly In this meane time Herod was againe necessarily to reuisite Rome for Caesar hauing ouerthrowne Anthony his great friend was likely to make an alteration of his Fortune In his absence newes came to Ierusalem that Caesar had put him to death their willingnes it should be so together with the likelyhood gaue this Rumor so good credit as Sohemus that had suceeded Iosephus charge succeeded him likewise in reuealing it So at Herods returne which was speedy and vnexpected he found Mariam so farre from ioye that she shewed apparant signes of sorrow Hee still desiring to winne her to a better humour she being very vnable to conceale her passion fell to vpbraiding him with her Brothers death As they were thus debating came in a fellow with a Cuppe of Wine who hired by Salome saide first it was a Loue potion which Mariam desired to deliuer to the King but afterwards he affirmed that it was a poyson and that Sohemus had tolde her somewhat which procured the vehement hate in her The King hearing this more moued with Iealousie of Sohemus then with this intent of poyson sent her away and presently after by the instigation of Salome she was beheaded Which rashnes was afterward punished in him with an intollerable and almost Frantike passion for her death Actus primus Scoena prima Mariam sola HOw oft haue I with publike voyce runne on To censure Romes last Hero for deceit Because he wept when Pompeis life was gone Yet when he liu'd hee thought his Name too great But now I doe recant and Roman Lord Excuse too rash a judgement in a woman My Sexe pleads pardon pardon then afford Mistaking is with vs but too too common Now doe I finde by selfe Experience taught One Object yeelds both griefe and ioy You wept indeed when on his worth you thought But ioyd that slaughter did your Foe destroy So at his death your Eyes true droppes did raine Whom dead you did not wish aliue againe When Herod liu'd that now is done to death Oft haue I wisht that I from him were free Oft haue I wisht that he might lose his breath Oft haue I wisht his Carkas dead to see Then Rage and Scorne had put my loue to flight That Loue which once on him was firmely set Hate hid his true affection from my sight And kept my heart from paying him his debt And blame me not for Herods Iealousie Had power euen constancie it selfe to change For hee by barring me from libertie To shunne my ranging taught me first to range But yet too chast a Scholler was my hart To learne to loue another then my Lord To leaue his Loue my lessons former part I quickly learn'd the other I abhord But now his death to memorie doth call The tender loue that he to Mariam bare And mine to him this makes those riuers fall Which by an other thought vnmoistned are For Aristobolus the lowlyest youth That euer did in Angels shape appeare The cruell Herod was not mou'd to ruth Then why grieues Mariam Herods death to heare Why ioy I not the tongue no more shall speake That yeelded forth my brothers latest dome Both youth and beautie might thy furie breake And both in him did ill befit a Tombe And worthy Grandsire ill did he requite His high Assent alone by thee procur'd Except he murdred thee to free the spright Which still he thought on earth too long immur'd How happie was it that Sohemus minde Was mou'd to pittie my distrest estate Might Herods life a trustie seruant finde My death to his had bene vnseparate These thoughts haue power his death to make me beare Nay more to wish the newes may firmely hold Yet cannot this repulse some falling teare That will against my will some griefe vnfold And more I owe him for his loue to me The deepest loue that euer yet was seene Yet had I rather much a milke-maide bee Then be the Monarke of Iudeas Queene It was for nought but loue he wisht his end Might to my death but the vaunt-currier proue But I had rather still be foe then friend To him that saues for hate and kills for loue Hard-hearted Mariam at thy discontent What flouds of teares haue drencht his manly face How canst thou then so faintly now lament Thy truest louers death a deaths disgrace I now mine eyes you

you wrōg your name Your race your country and your husband most A straungers priuate conference is shame I blush for you that haue your blushing lost Oft haue I found and found you to my griefe Consorted with this base Arabian heere Heauen knowes that you haue bin my comfort chiefe Then doe not now my greater plague appeare Now by the stately Carued edifice That on Mount Sion makes so faire a show And by the Altar fit for sacrifice I loue thee more then thou thy selfe doest know Oft with a silent sorrow haue I heard How ill Iudeas mouth doth censure thee And did I not thine honour much regard Thou shouldst not be exhorted thus for mee Didst thou but know the worth of honest fame How much a vertuous woman is esteem'd Thou wouldest like hell eschew deserued shame And seeke to be both chast and chastly deem'd Our wisest Prince did say and true he said A vertuous woman crownes her husbands head Salome Did I for this vpreare thy lowe estate Did I for this requitall begge thy life That thou hadst forfeited haples fate To be to such a thankles wretch the wife This hand of mine hath lifted vp thy head Which many a day agoe had falne full lowe Because the sonnes of Baba are not dead To me thou doest both life and fortune owe Const. You haue my patience often exercisde Vse make my choller keepe within the bankes Yet boast no more but be by me aduisde A benefit vpbraided forfeits thankes I prethy Salome dismisse this mood Thou doest not know how ill it fits thy place My words were all intended for thy good To raise thine honour and to stop disgrace Sa. To stop disgrace take thou no care for mee Nay do thy worst thy worst I set not by No shame of mine is like to light on thee Thy loue and admonitions I defie Thou shalt no hower longer call me wife Thy Iealousie procures my hate so deepe That I from thee doe meane to free my life By a diuorcing bill before I sleepe Const. Are Hebrew women now trāsform'd to men Why do you not as well our battels fight And weare our armour suffer this and then Let all the world be topsie turued quite Let fishes graze beastes swine and birds descend Let fire burne downewarde whilst the earth aspires Let Winters heat and Summers cold offend Let Thistels growe on Vines and Grapes on Briers Set vs to Spinne or Sowe or at the best Make vs Wood-hewers Waters-bearing wights For sacred seruice let vs take no rest Vse vs as Ioshua did the Gibonites Salom. Hold on your talke till it be time to end For me I am resolu'd it shall be so Though I be first that to this course do bend I shall not be the last full well I know Const. Why then be witnesse Heau'n the Iudge of sinnes Be witnesse Spirits that eschew the darke Be witnesse Angels witnesse Cherubins Whose semblance sits vpon the holy Arke Be witnesse earth be witnesse Palestine Be witnesse Dauids Citie if my heart Did euer merit such an act of thine Or if the fault be mine that makes vs part Since mildest Moses friend vnto the Lord Did worke his wonders in the land of Ham And slew the first-borne Babes without a sword In signe whereof we eate the holy Lambe Till now that foureteene hundred yeeres are past Since first the Law with vs hath beene in force You are the first and will I hope be last That euer sought her husband to diuorce Salom. I meane not to be led by president My will shall be to me in stead of Law Const. I feare me much you will too late repent That you haue euer liu'd so void of awe This is Silleus loue that makes you thus Reuerse all order you must next be his But if my thoughts aright the cause discusse In winning you he gaines no lasting blisse I was Silleus and not long agoe Iosephus then was Constabarus now When you became my friend you prou'd his foe As now for him you breake to me your vowd Sal. If once I lou'd you greater is your debt For certaine t is that you deserued it not And vndeserued loue we soone forget And therefore that to me can be no blot But now fare ill my once beloued Lord Yet neuer more belou'd then now abhord Const. Yet Constabarus biddeth thee farewell Farewell light creature Heauen forgiue thy sinne My prophecying spirit doth foretell Thy wauering thoughts doe yet but new beginne Yet I haue better scap'd then Ioseph did But if our Herods death had bene delayd The valiant youths that I so long haue hid Had bene by her and I for them betrayd Therefore in happy houre did Caesar giue The fatall blow to wanton Anthony For had he liued our Herod then should liue But great Anthonius death made Herod dye Had he enioyed his breath not I alone Had beene in danger of a deadly fall But Mariam had the way of perill gone Though by the Tyrant most belou'd of all The sweet fac'd Mariam as free from guilt As Heauen from spots yet had her Lord come backe Her purest blood had bene vniustly spilt And Salome it was would worke her wracke Though all Iudea yeeld her innocent She often hath bene neere to punishment Chorus THose mindes that wholy dote vpon delight Except they onely ioy in inward good Still hope at last to hop vpon the right And so from Sand they leape in loathsome mud Fond wretches seeking what they cannot finde For no content attends a wauering minde If wealth they doe desire and wealth attaine Then wondrous faine would they to honor lep Of meane degree they doe in honor gaine They would but wish a little higher step Thus step to step and wealth to wealth they ad Yet cannot all their plenty make them glad Yet oft we see that some in humble state Are cheerfull pleasant happy and content When those indeed that are of higher state With vaine additions do their thoughts torment Th' one would to his minde his fortune binde T'hother to his fortune frames his minde To wish varietie is signe of griefe For if you like your state as now it is Why should an alteration bring reliefe Nay change would then be fear'd as losse of blis That man is onely happy in his Fate That is delighted in a setled state Still Mariam wisht she from her Lord were free For expectation of varietie Yet now she sees her wishes prosperous bee She grieues because her Lord so soone did die Who can those vast imaginations feede Where in a propertie contempt doth breede Were Herod now perchance to liue againe She would againe as much be grieued at that All that she may she euer doth disdaine Her wishes guide her to she knowes not what And sad must be their lookes their honor sower That care for nothing being in their power Actus secundus Scoena prima Pheroras and Graphina Pher. T Is true Graphina now the time drawes nye Wherin

death And let those traytors feele the worst of feares Now Salome will whine to begge his breath But I le be deafe to prayers and blind to teares Phero. He is my Lord from Salom diuorst Though her affection did to leaue him grieue Yet was she by her loue to you inforst To leaue the man that would your foes relieue Herod Then haste them to their death I will requite Thee gentle Mariam Salom I meane The thought of Mariam doth so steale my spirit My mouth from speech of her I cannot weane Exit Actus 4. Scoena 3. Herod Mariam Herod ANd heere she comes indeed happily met My best and deerest halfe what ailes my deare Thou doest the difference certainly forget Twixt Duskey habits and a time so cleare Mar. My Lord I suit my garment to my minde And there no cheerfull colours can I finde Herod Is this my welcome haue I longd so much To see my dearest Mariam discontent What i st that is the cause thy heart to touch Oh speake that I thy sorrow may preuent Art thou not Iuries Queene and Herods too Be my Commandres be my Soueraigne guide To be by thee directed I will woo For in thy pleasure lies my highest pride Or if thou thinke Iudaeas narrow bound Too strict a limit for thy great command Thou shalt be Empresse of Arabia crownd For thou shalt rule and I will winne the Land I le robbe the holy Dauids Sepulcher To giue thee wealth if thou for wealth do care Thou shalt haue all they did with him inter And I for thee will make the Temple bare Mar. I neither haue of power not riches want I haue enough nor doe I wish for more Your offers to my heart no ease can grant Except they could my brothers life restore No had you wisht the wretched Mariam glad Or had your loue to her bene truly tide Nay had you not desir'd to make her sad My brother nor my Grandsyre had not dide Her Wilt thou beleeue no oathes to cleere thy Lord How oft haue I with execration sworne Thou art by me belou'd by me ador'd Yet are my protestations heard with scorne Hercanus plotted to depriue my head Of this long setled honor that I weare And therefore I did iustly doome him dead To rid the Realme from perill me from feare Yet I for Mariams sake doe so repent The death of one whose blood she did inherit I wish I had a Kingdomes treasure spent So I had nere expeld Hercanus spirit As I affected that same noble youth In lasting infamie my name inrole If I not mournd his death with heartie truth Did I not shew to him my earnest loue When I to him the Priesthood did restore And did for him a liuing Priest remoue Which neuer had bene done but once before Mariam I know that mou'd by importunitie You made him Priest and shortly after die Herod I will not speake vnles to be beleeu'd This froward humor will not doe you good It hath too much already Herod grieu'd To thinke that you on termes of hate haue stood Yet smile my dearest Mariam doe but smile And I will all vnkind conceits exile Mari. I cannot frame disguise nor neuer taught My face a looke dissenting from my thought Herod By heau'n you vexe me build not on my loue Mari. I wil not build on so vnstable ground Herod Nought is so fixt but peeuishnes may moue Mar. T is better sleightest cause then none were foūd Herod Be iudge your selfe if euer Herod sought Or would be mou'd a cause of change to finde Yet let your looke declare a milder thought My heart againe you shall to Mariam binde How oft did I for you my Mother chide Reuile my Sister and my brother rate And tell them all my Mariam they belide Distrust me still if these be signes of hate Actus 4. Scoena 4. Herod VVHat hast thou here Bu. A drinke procuring loue The Queene desir'd me to deliuer it Mar. Did I some hatefull practise this will proue Yet can it be no worse then Heauens permit Herod Confesse the truth thou wicked instrument To her outragious will t is passion sure Tell true and thou shalt scape the punishment Which if thou doe conceale thou shalt endure Bu. I know not but I doubt it be no lesse Long since the hate of you her heart did cease Herod Know'st thou the cause thereof Bu. My Lord I gesse Sohemus told the tale that did displease Herod Oh Heauen Sohemus false Goe let him die Stay not to suffer him to speake a word Oh damned villaine did he falsifie The oath he swore eu'n of his owne accord Now doe I know thy falshood painted Diuill Thou white Inchantres Oh thou art so foule That Ysop cannot clense thee worst of euill A beautious body hides a loathsome soule Your loue Sohemus mou'd by his affection Though he haue euer heretofore bene true Did blab forsooth that I did giue direction If we were put to death to slaughter you And you in blacke reuenge attended now To adde a murther to your breach of vow Mar. Is this a dream Her Oh Heauen that t' were no more I le giue my Realme to who can proue it so I would I were like any begger poore So I for false my Mariam did not know Foule pith contain'd in the fairest rinde That euer grac'd a Caedar Oh thine eye Is pure as heauen but impure thy minde And for impuritie shall Mariam die Why didst thou loue Sohemus Mar they can tell That say I lou'd him Mariam saies not so Herod Oh cannot impudence the coales expell That for thy loue in Herods bosome glowe It is as plaine as water and deniall Makes of thy falsehood but a greater triall Hast thou beheld thy selfe and couldst thou staine So rare perfection euen for loue of thee I doe profoundly hate thee Wert thou plaine Thou shoul'dst the wonder of Iudea bee But oh thou art not Hell it selfe lies hid Beneath thy heauenly show Yet neuer wert thou chast Thou might'st exalt pull downe command forbid And be aboue the wheele of fortune plast Hadst thou complotted Herods massacre That so thy sonne a Monarch might be stilde Not halfe so grieuous such an action were As once to thinke that Mariam is defilde Bright workmanship of nature sulli'd ore With pitched darknes now thine end shall bee Thou shalt not liue faire fiend to cozen more With heauy semblance as thou cousnedst mee Yet must I loue thee in despight of death And thou shalt die in the dispight of loue For neither shall my loue prolong thy breath Nor shall thy losse of breath my loue remoue I might haue seene thy falsehood in thy face Where coul'dst thou get thy stares that seru'd for eyes Except by theft and theft is foule disgrace This had appear'd before were Herod wise But I 'me a sot a very sot no better My wisedome long agoe a wandring fell Thy face incountring it my wit did fetter And made me for delight my