the Princess to the King and bear that wounded fellow to dressing Come Gentlemen we 'l follow the chase close Ex. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. and 1 Woodman Coun. I pray you friend let me see the King 2 Wood. That you shall and receive thanks Exeunt Coun. If I get clear with this I 'le go see no more gay sights Enter Bellario Bell. A heaviness near death sits on my brow And I must sleep Bear me thou gentle bank For ever if thou wilt you sweet ones all Let me unworthy press you I could wish I rather were a Coarse strewed o're with you Than quick above you Dulness shuts mine eyes And I am giddy Oh that I could take So sound a sleep that I might never wake Enter Philaster Phi. I have done ill my conscience calls me false To strike at her that would not strike at me When I did sight me thought I heard her pray The gods to guard me She may be abus'd And I a loathed villain if she be She will conceal who hurt her He has wounds And cannot follow neither knows he me Who 's this Bellario sleeping If thou beest Guilty there is no justice that thy sleep Cry within Should be so sound and mine whom thou hast wrong'd So broken Hark I am pursued you gods I 'le take this offer'd means of my escape They have no mark to know me but my wounds If she be true if false let mischief light On all the world at once Sword print my wounds Upon this sleeping boy I ha' none I think Are mortal nor would I lay greater on thee Wounds him Bell. Oh death I hope is come blest be that hand It meant me well again for pities sake Phi. I have caught my self Phi. falls The loss of bloud hath stayed my flight Here here Is he that stroke thee take thy full revenge Use me as I did mean thee worse than death I 'le teach thee to revenge this luckless hand Wounded the Princess tell my followers Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me And I will second thee Get a reward Bell. Fly fly my Lord and save your self Phi. How 's this Wouldst thou I should be safe Bell. Else it were vain For me to live These little wounds I have Ha' not bled much reach me that noble hand I 'le help to cover you Phi. Art thou true to me Bell. Or let me perish loath'd Come my good Lord Creep in amongst those bushes who does know But that the gods may save your much lov'd breath Phi. Then I shall die for grief if not for this That I have wounded thee what wilt thou do Bell. Shift for my self well peace I hear 'em come Within Follow follow follow that way they went Bell. With my own wounds I 'le bloudy my own sword I need not counterfeit to fall Heaven knows That I can stand no longer Enter Pha. Dion Cle. and Thra. Pha. To this place we have tract him by his bloud Cle. Yonder my Lord creeps one away Di. Stay Sir what are you Bell. A wretched creature wounded in these Woods By Beasts relieve me if your names be men Or I shall perish Di. This is he my Lord Upon my soul that hurt her 't is the boy That wicked boy that serv'd her Pha. O thou damn'd in thy creation What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the Princess Bell. Then I am betrayed Di. Betrayed no apprehended Bell. I confess Urge it no more that big with evil thoughts I set upon her and did take my aim Her death For charity let fall at once The punishment you mean and do not load This weary flesh with tortures Pha. I will know who hir'd thee to this deed Bell. Mine own revenge Pha. Revenge for what Bell. It pleas'd her to receive Me as her Page and when my fortunes ebb'd That men strid o're them carelesly she did showr Her welcome graces on me and did swell My fortunes till they overflow'd their banks Threatning the men that crost 'em when as swift As storms arise at sea she turn'd her eyes To burning Suns upon me and did dry The streams she had bestowed leaving me worse And more contemn'd than other little brooks Because I had been great In short I knew I could not live and therefore did desire To die reveng'd Pha. If tortures can be found Long as thy natural life resolve to feel The utmost rigour Philaster creeps out of a bush Cle. Help to lead him hence Phi. Turn back you ravishers of Innocence Know ye the price of that you bear away so rudely Pha. Who 's that Di. 'T is the Lord Philaster Phi. 'T is not the treasure of all Kings in one The wealth of Tagus nor the Rocks of Pearl That pave the Court of Neptune can weigh down That vertue It was I that hurt the Princess Place me some god upon a Piramis Higher than hills of earth and lend a voice Loud as your Thunder to me that from thence I may discourse to all the under-world The worth that dwells in him Pha. How 's this Bell. My Lord some man Weary of life that would be glad to die Phi. Leave these untimely courtesies Bellario Bell. Alas he 's mad come will you lead me on Phi. By all the Oaths that men ought most to keep And Gods do punish most when men do break He toucht her not Take heed Bellario How thou dost drown the vertues thou hast shown With perjury By all that 's good 't was I You know she stood betwixt me and my right Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge Cle It was Philaster Di. Is 't not a brave boy Well Sirs I fear we were all deceived Phi. Have I no friend here Di. Yes Phi. Then shew it Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer Would you have tears shed for you when you dieâ— Then lay me gentle on his neck that there I may weep flouds and breath out my spirit 'T is not the wealth of Plutus nor the gold Lockt in the heart of earth can buy away This arm-full from me this had been a ransâ—m To have redeem'd the great Augustus Câ—sar Had he been taken you hard-hearted men More stony than these Mountains can you see Such clear pure bloud drop and not cut your flesh To stop his life To bind whose better wounâ—s Queens ought to tear their hair and with their tears Bath'em Forgive me thou that art the wealth of poor Phi. laster Enter King Arethusa and a Guard King Is the villain ta'ne Pha. Sir here be two confess the deed but say it was Phi. laster Phi. Question it no more it was King The fellow that did fight with him will tell us Are. Ay me I know he will King Did not you know him Are. Sir if it was he he was disguised Phi. I was so Oh my sâ—ars that I should live still King Thou ambitious fool Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life Now I do mean to do I 'le leave to
for Casta Lav. Oh O O O! He dies Mar. He 's dead come quickly let 's away with him 'T will be too late else Gab. Help help up to th' chamber Exeunt with Lavalls body Enter Duke Hellena Gentile Casta and attendants with lights Duke What frights are these Gent. I em sure here 's one past frighting Bring the lights neerer I have enough alreadie Out out mine eyes Look Casta Lord. 'T is young Perolot Duke When came he over Hold the Gentlewoman she sinks and bear her off Cast O my dear brother Exit Gent. There is a time for all for me I hope too And very shortly Murdred Gabriella Maria with Lavalls body above Duke Who 's above there Gab. Look up and see Duke What may this mean Gab. Behold it Behold the drunken murderer Of that young Gentleman behold the rankest The vilest basest slave that ever flourish'd Duke Who kill'd him Gab. I and there 's the cause I did it Read if your eyes will give you leave Hell Oh! monstrous Gab. Nay out it shall there take this false heart to ye The base dishonor of a thousand women Keep it in gold Duke 't is a precious jewel Now to my self for I have liv'd a fair age Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to Duke Hold. Gab. Here young Perolot my first contracted True love shall never go alone Duke Hold Gabriella â— do forgive all Gab. I shall die the better Thus let me seek my grave and my shames with me Mar. Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris Why should I live and thou dead Lord. Save the wench there Mar. She is I hope and all my sins here written Duke This was a fatal night Gent. Heaven has his working Which we cannot contend against Duke Alas Gent. Your Grace has your alas too Duke Would 't were equal For thou hast lost an honest noble childe Gent. 'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance Duke See all their bodies buried decently Though some deserv'd it not How do you Lady Hell Even with your Graces leave ripe for a Monasterie There will I wed my life to tears and prayers And never know what man is more Duke Your pleasure How does the maid within Lord. She is gone before Sir The same course that my Lady takes Gent. And my course shall be my Beads at home so Please your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court. Duke In peace Sir And take my love along Gent. I shall pray for ye Duke Now to our selves retire we and begin By this example to correct each sin Exeunt Flourish King Em. By this we plainly view the two imposthumes That choke a kingdoms welfare Ease and Wantonness In both of which Lavall was capital For first Ease stole away his minde from honor That active noble thoughts had kept still working And then deliver'd him to drink and women Lust and outragious riot and what their ends are How infamous and foul we see example Therefore that great man that will keep his name And gain his merit out of Virtues schools Must make the pleasures of the world his fools Flourish The TRIUMPH Enter Musicians next them Perolot with the wound he died with Then Gabriella and Maria with their wounds after them four Furies with Bannerets incrib'd Revenge Murder Lust and Drunkenness singing Next them Lavall wounded Then Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies Flourish Enter PROLOGUE From this sad sight ascend your noble eye And see old Time helping triumphantly Helping his Master Man view here his vanities And see his false friends like those glutted flyes That when they 've suckt their fill fall off and fade From all remembrance of him like a shade And last view who relieves him and that gone We hope your favour and our Play is done Flourish Enter Anthropos Desire and Vain Delight Bounty Ant. What hast thou done Desire and how imploy'd The charge I gave thee about levying wealth For our supplies Desire I have done all yet nothing Tri'd all and all my ways yet all miscarried There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindes Thou son of earth colder then that thou art made of I came to Craft found all his hooks about him And all his nets baited and set his slie self And greedie Lucre at a serious conference Which way to tie the world within their statutes Business of all sides and of all sorts swarming Like Bees broke loose in summer I declared Your will and want together both inforcing With all the power and pains I had to reach him Yet all fell short Anth. His answer Desire This he gave me Your wants are never ending and those supplies That came to stop those breaches are ever lavisht Before they reach the main in toys and trifles Gew-gaws and gilded puppets Vain delight He says has ruin'd ye with clapping all That comes in for support on clothes and Coaches Perfumes and powder'd pates and that your Mistris The Lady Pleasure like a sea devours At length both you and him too If you have houses Or land or jewels for good pawn he 'll hear you And will be readie to supplie occasions If not he locks his ears up and grows stupid From him I went to Vanity whom I found Attended by en endless troop of Tailors Mercers Embroiderers Feather-makers Fumers All occupations opening like a Mart That serve to rig the body out with braverie And th' row the roome new fashions flew like flyes In thousand gaudie shapes Pride waiting on her And busily surveying all the breaches Time and delaying Nature had wrought in her Which still with art she piec'd again and strengthened I told your wants she shew'd me gowns and head-tires Imbroider'd wastcoats smocks seam'd thorow with cutworks Scarfs mantles petticoats muffs powders paintings Dogs monkeys parrots which all seemed to shew me The way her money went From her to Pleasure I took my journey Anth. And what says our best Mistris Desire She danc'd me out this answer presently Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie I met old Time too mowing mankind down Who says you are too hot and he must purge ye Anth. A cold quietus Miserable creatures Born to support and beautifie your master The godlike man set here to do me service The children of my will why or how dare ye Created to my use alone disgrace me Beasts have more courtisie they live about me Offering their warm wooll to the shearers hand To clothe me with their bodies to my labours Nay even their lives they daily sacrifice And proudly press with garlands to the altars To fill the gods oblations Birds how to me Striking their downie sails to do me service Their sweet airs ever ecchoing to mine honor And to my rest their plumie softs they send me Fishes and plants and all where life inhabits But mine own cursed kind obey their ruler Mine have forgot me miserable mine Into whose stonie hearts neglect of dutie Squint-ey'd deceit and self-love are
of news that I am staid Evad. Noble Amintor put off thy amaze Let thine eyes loose and speak am I not fair Looks not Evadne beauteous with these rites now Were those hours half so lovely in thine eyes When our hands met before the holy man I was too foul within to look fair then Since I knew ill I was not free till now Amint. There is presage of some important thing About thee which it seems thy tongue hath lost Thy hands are bloody and thou hast a knife Evad. In this consists thy happiness and mine Joy to Amintor for the King is dead Amint. Those have most power to hurt us that we love We lay our sleeping lives within their arms Why thou hast rais'd up mischief to this height And found out one to out-name thy other faults Thou hast no intermission of thy sins But all thy life is a continuall ill Black is thy colour now disease thy nature Joy to Amintor thou hast touch't a life The very name of which had power to chain Up all my rage and calm my wildest wrongs Evad. 'T is done and since I could not find a way To meet thy love so clear as through his life I cannot now repent it Amint. Could'st thou procure the Gods to speak to me To bid me love this woman and forgive I think I should fall out with them behold Here lies a youth whose wounds bleed in my brest Sent by his violent Fate to fetch his death From my slow hand and to augment my woe You now are present stain'd with a Kings blood Violently shed this keeps night here And throws an unknown wilderness about me Asp. Oh oh oh Amint. No more pursue me not Evad. Forgive me then and take me to thy bed We may not part Amint. Forbear be wise and let my rage go this way Evad. 'T is you that I would stay not it Amint. Take heed it will return with me Evad. If it must be I shall not fear to meet it take me home Amint. Thou monster of cruelty forbear Evad. For heavens sake look more calm Thine eyes are sharper than thou canst mâ—â—â— thy sword Amin. Away away thy knees are more to me than violence I am worse than sick to see knees follow me For that I must not grant for heavens sake stand Evad. Receive me then Amint. I dare not stay thy language In midst of all my anger and my grief Thou dost awake something that troubles me And sayes I lov'd thee once I dare not stay There is no end of womens reasoning Leaves her Evad. Amintor thou shalt love me once again Go I am calm farewell and peace for ever Evadne whom thou hat'st will die for thee Kills her self Amint. I have a little humane nature yet That 's lest for thee that bids me stay thy hand Returns Evad. Thy hand was welcome but came too late Oh I am lost the heavy sleep makes haste She dies Asp. Oh oh oh Amint. This earth of mine doth tremble and I feel A stark affrighted motion in my blood My soul grows weary of her house and I All over am a trouble to my self There is some hidden power in these dead things That calls my flesh into'em I am cold Be resolute and bear 'em company There 's something yet which I am loth to leave There 's man enough in me to meet the fears That death can bring and yet would it were done I can find nothing in the whole discourse Of death I durst not meet the boldest way Yet still betwixt the reason and the act The wrong I to Aspatia did stands up I have not such a fault to answer Though she may justly arm with scorn And hate of me my soul will part less troubled When I have paid to her in tears my sorrow I will not leave this act unsatisfied If all that 's left in me can answer it Asp. Was it a dream there stands Amintor still Or I dream still Amint. How dost thou speak receive my love and help Thy blood climbs up to his old place again There 's hope of thy recovery Asp. Did you not name Aspatia Amint. I did Asp. And talkt of tears and sorrow unto her Amint. 'T is true and till these happy signs in thee Did stay my course 't was thither I was going Asp. Th' art there already and these wounds are hers Those threats I brought with me sought not revenge But came to fetch this blessing from thy hand I am Aspatia yet Amint. Dare my soul ever look abroad agen Asp. I shall live Amintor I am well A kind of healthful joy wanders within me Amint. The world wants lines to excuse thy loss Come let me bear thee to some place of help Asp. Amintor thou must stay I must rest here My strength begins to disobey my will How dost thou my best soul I would fain live Now if I could would'st thou have loved me then Amint. Alas all that I am's not worth a hair from thee Asp Give me thy hand mine hands grope up and down And cannot find thee I am wondrous sick Have I thy hand Amintor Amint. Thou greatest blessing of the world thou hast Asp. I do believe thee better than my sense Oh! I must go farewell Amint. She swounds Aspatia help for Heavens sake water Such as may chain life for ever to this frame Aspatia speak what no help yet I fool I 'le chase her temples yet there 's nothing stirs Some hidden Power tell her that Amintor calls Aâ—â— let her answer me Aspatia speak I haâ—e heard if there be life but bow The body thus and it will shew it self Oh she is gone I will not leave her yet Since out of justice we must challenge nothing I 'le call it mercy if you 'l pity me You heavenly powers and lend for some few years The blessed soul to this fair seat agen No comfort comes the gods deny me too I 'le bow the body once agen Aspatia The soul is fled for ever and I wrong My self so long to lose her company Must I talk now Here 's to be with thee love Kills himself Enter Servant Ser. This is a great grace to my Lord to have the new King come to him I must tell him he is entring O Heaven help help Enter Lysip Melant. Cal. Cleon. Diph. Strato Lys Where 's Amintor Sirat O there there Lys How strange is this Cal. What should we do here Mel. These deaths are such acquainted things with me That yet my heart dissolves not May I stand Stiff here for ever eyes call up your tears This is Amintor heart he was my friend Melt now it flows Amintor give a word To call me to thee Amint. Oh! Mel. Melantius calls his friend Amintor Oh thy arms Are kinder to me than thy tongue Speak speak Amint. What Mel. That little word was worth all the sounds That ever I shall hear agen Diph. O brother here lies your Sister slain You lose your self in sorrow there
thee I should have shown my weak Mortalitie Besides by holy Oath betwixt us twain I am betroath'd unto a Shepherd swain Whose comely face I know the gods above May make me leave to see but not to love God May he prove to thee as true Fairest Virgin now adieu I must make my waters sly Lest they leave their Channels dry And beasts that come unto the spring Miss their mornings watering Which I would not for of late All the neighbour people sate On my banks and from the fold Two white Lambs of three weeks old Offered to my Deitie For which this year they shall be free From raging floods that as they pass Leave their gravel in the grass Nor shall their Meads be overflown When their grass is newly mown Amo. For thy kindness to me shown Never from thy banks be blown Any tree with windy force Cross thy streams to stop thy course May no beast that comes to drink With his horns cast down thy brink May none that for thy fish do look Cut thy banks to damm thy Brook Bare-foot may no Neighbour wade In thy cool streams wife nor maid When the spawns on stones do lye To wash their Hemp and spoil the Fry God Thanks Virgin I must down again Thy wound will put thee to no pain Wonder not so soon 't is gone A holy hand was laid upon Exit Amo. And I unhappy born to be Must follow him that flies from me Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Perigot Per. SHe is untrue unconstant and unkind She 's gone she 's gone blow high thou North-west wind And â—use the Sea to Mountains let the Trees That dare oppose thy raging fury leese Their firm foundation creep into the Earth And shake the world as at the monstrous birth Of some nâ—w Prodigy whilst I constant stand Holding this trustie Boar spear in my hand And falling thus upon it Enter Amaryllis running Amar. Stay thy dead doing hand thou art too hot Against thy self believe me comely Swain If â—â—at thou dyest not all the showers of Rain The heavy clods send down can wash away That soul unmanly guilt the world will lay Upon thee Yet thy love untainted stands Believe me she is constant not the sands Can be so hardly numbred as she won I do not trifle Shepherd by the Moon And all those lesser lights our eyes do view All that I told thee Perigot is true Then be a free man put away despair And will to dye smooth gently up that fair Dâ—â— cted forehead be as when those eyes Took the first heat Per. Alas he double dyes That would believe but cannot 't is not well Ye keep me thus from dying here to dwell With many worse companions but oh death I am not yet inamour'd of this breath So much but I dare leave it 't is not pain In forcing of a wound not after gain Of many dayes can hold me from my will 'T is not my self but Amoret bids kill Ama. Stay but a little little but one hour And if I do not show thee through the power Of herbs and words I have as dark as night My self turn'd to thy Amoret in sight Her very figure and the Robe she wears With tawny Buskins and the book she bears Oâ— thine own Carving where your names are set Wrought underneath with many a curious fret The Prim Rose Chaplet taudry lace and Ring T ou gavâ—st her for her singing with each thing If that she wears about her let me feel The first fell stroke of that Revenging steel Per. I am contented if there be a hope To give it entertainment for the scope Of one poor hour goâ— you shall find me next Under you shady Beech even thus perplext And thus believing Ama. Bind before I goe Thy soul by Pan unto me not to doe Harm or outragious wrong upon thy life Till my return Per. By Pan and by the strife 〈◊〉 had with Phâ—bus for the Mastery When Golden Midaâ— judg'd their Minstreley I will not Exeunt Enter Satyr with Alexis hurt Satyr Softly gliding as I goe With this burthen full of woe Through still silence of the night Guided by the Gloe-worms light Hither am I come at last Many a Thicket have I past Not a twig that durst deny me Not a bush that durst descry me To the little Bird that sleeps On the tender spray nor creeps That hardy worm with pointed tail But if I be under sail Flying faster than the wind Leaving all the clouds behind But doth hide her tender head In some hollow tree or bed Of feeded Nettles not a Hare Can be started from his fare By my footing nor a wish Is more sudden nor a fish Can be found with greater ease Cut the vast unbounded seas Leaving neither print nor sound Than I when nimbly on the ground I measure many a league an hour But behold the happy power That must ease me of my charge And by holy hand enlarge The soul of this sad man that yet Lyes fast bound in deadly fit Heaven and great Pan succour it Hail thou beauty of the bower Whiter than the Paramour Of my Master let me crave Thy vertuous help to keep from Grave This poor Mortal that here lyes Waiting when the destinies Will cut off his thred of life View the wound by cruel knife Trencht into him Clor. What art thou call'st me from my holy rites And with thy feared name of death affrights My tender Ears speak me thy name and will Satyr I am the Satyr that did fill Your lap with early fruit and will When I hap to gather more Bring ye better and more store Yet I come not empty now See a blossom from the bow But beshrew his heart that pull'd it And his perfect sight that cull'd it From the other springing blooms For a sweeter youth the Grooms Cannot show me nor the downs Nor the many neighbouring towns Low in yonder glade I found him Softly in mine Arms I bound him Hither have I brought him sleeping In a trance his wounds fresh weeping In remembrance such youth may Spring and perish in a day Clor. Satyr they wrong thee that do term thee rude Though thou beest outward rough and tawny hu'd Thy manners are as gentle and as fair As his who brags himself born only heir To all Humanity let me see the wound This Herb will stay the current being bound Fast to the Orifice and this restrain Ulcers and swellings and such inward pain As the cold air hath forc'd into the sore This to draw out such putrifying gore As inward falls Satyr Heaven grant it may doe good Clor. Fairly wipe away the blood Hold him gently till I fling Water of a vertuous spring On his temples turn him twice To the Moon beams pinch him thrice That the labouring soul may draw From his great eclipse Satyr I saw His eye-lids moving Clo. Give him breath All the danger of cold death Now is vanisht with this Plaster And this unction do
bounty His honour that he gives me to beget Sawey and fullen fears The. You are not mad sure By this fair light I speak But what is whisper'd And whisper'd for a truth Ar. A Dog drunken people That in their Pot see visions And turn states mad-men and Children Prethee do not follow me I tell thee I am angry Do not follow me The. I am as angry As you for your heart I and as wilful too go like a Wood-cock And thrust your neck i' th' noose Ar. I 'le kill thee And thou speakst but three words more Do not follow me Exit The. A strange old foolish fellow I shall hear yet And if I do not my part hiss at me Exit SCENE V. Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet 1 Serv. Believe me fellow here will be lusty drinking Many a washt pate in Wine I warrant thee 2 Ser. I am glad the old General 's come upon my Coâ—science That joy will make half the Court drunk Hark the Trumpets They are coming on away 1 Ser. We 'll have a rowse too Exeunt Enter Duke Archas Burris Boroskie Attend. Gent. Duke Come seat your selves Lord Archas sit you there Ar. 'T is far above my worth Duke I 'le have it so Are all things ready Bor. All the Guards are set The Court Gates are shut Duke Then do as I prescrib'd ye Be sure no further Bor. I shall well observe ye Du. Come bring some wine here 's to my Sister Gentlemen A health and mirth to all Ar. Pray fill it full Sir 'T is a high health to vertue here Lord Burris A maiden health you are most sit to pledge it You have a maiden soul and much I honour it Passion o' me ye are sad man Duke How now Burris Go to no more of this Ar. Take the rowse freely 'T will warm your bloud and make ye fit for jollity Your Graces pardon when we get a cup Sir We old men prate a pace Du. Mirth makes a Banquet As you love me no more Bur. I thank your Grace Give me it Lord Boroskie Boros I have ill brains Sir Bur. Damnable ill I know it Boros But I 'le pledge Sir This vertuous health Bur. The more unfit for thy mouth Enter two Servants with Cloaks Du. Come bring out Robes and let my guests look nobly Fit for my love and presence begin downward Off with your Cloaks take new Ar. Your grace deals truly Like a munificent Prince with your poor subjects Who would not fight for you what cold dull coward Durst seek to save his life when you would ask it Begin a new health in your new adornments The Dukes the Royal Dukes ha what have I got Sir ha the Robe of death Du. You have deserv'd it Ar. The Livery of the Grave do you start all from me Do I smell of earth already Sir look on me And like a man is this your entertainment Do you bid your worthiest guests to bloudy Banquets Enter a Guard A Guard upon me too this is too soul play Boy to thy good thine honour thou wretched Ruler Thou Son of fools and flatterers Heir of hypocrites Am I serv'd in a Hearse that sav'd ye all Are ye men or Devils Do ye gape upon me Wider and swallow all my services Entomb them first my faith next then my integrity And let these struggle with your mangy minds Your fear'd and seal'd up Consciences till they burst Boros These words are death Ar. No those deeds that want rewards Sirrah Those Battels I have sought those horrid dangers â—â—aner than death and wilder than destruction Leave march'd upon these honour'd wounds times story The bloud I have lost the youth the sorrows suffer'd These are my death these that can ne're be recompenced These that ye sit a brooding on like Toads Socking from my deserts the sweets and favours And render me no pay again but poysons Bor. The proud vain Souldier thou hast set Ar. Thou lyest Now by my little time of life lyest basely Malitiously and loudly how I scorn thee If I had swel'd the Souldier or intended Anact in person leaning to dishonour As ye would sain have forced me witness Heaven Where clearest understanding of all truth is For these are spightful men and know no piety When Olin came grim Olin when his marches His last Incursions made the City sweat And drove before him as a storm drives Hail Such showrs of frosted fears shook all your heart-strings Then when the Volga trembled at his terrour And hid his seven curl'd heads afraid of bruising By his arm'd Horses hoofs had I been false then Or blown a treacherous fire into the Souldier Had but one spark of villany liv'd within me Ye â—ad had some shadow for this black about me Where was your Souldiership why went not you out And all your right honourable valour with ye Why met ye not the Tartar and desi'd him Drew your dead doing sword and buckl'd with him Shot through his Squadrons like a fiery Meteor And as we see a dreadful clap of Thunder Rend the stiff hearted Oaks and toss their roots up Why did not you so charge him you were sick then You that dare taint my credit slipt to bed then Stewing and fainting with the fears ye had A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship Blush Coward Knave and all the world hiss at thee Da. Exceed not my command Exit Bor. I shall observe it Ar. Are you gone too Come weep not honest Burris Good loving Lord no more fears 't is not his malice This fellows malice nor the Dukes displeasure By bold bad men crowded into his nature Can startle me fortune ne're raz'd this Fort yet I am the same the same man living dying The same mind to 'em both I poize thus equal Only the jugling way that toll'd me to it The Judas way to kiss me bid me welcome And cut my throat a little sticks upon me Farewel commend me to his Grace and tell him The world is full of servants he may have many And some I with him hon st he s undone else But such another doating Archas never So try'd and touch'd a saith farewell for ever Bor. Be strong my Lord you must not go thus lightly Ar. Now what s to do what sayes the Law unto me Give me my great offence that speaks me guily Bor. Laâ—â—â— asâ—â—e a thousand petty matters As scorns and insolencies both from your self and followers Which you put first fire to and these are deadly I come to one main cause which though it carries A strangeness in the circumstance it carries death too Not to be pardon'd neither ye have done a sacriledge Ar. High Heaven desend me man how how Boroskie Bor. Ye have took from the Temple those vow'd Arms The holy Ornament you hung up there No absolution of your vow no order From holy Church to give 'em back unto you After they were purified from War and rested From bloud made clean by ceremony from the Altar You
all their names Who fought for Candy here present before you The mightiest man in Arms Antinous Speak fellow Souldiers Sold. Antinous Antinous Gas Stand by all save the two Competitors Poss My Lords how much your Countrey owes you both The due reward of your desertful glories Must to Posterity remain but yet Since by our Law one only can make claim To the proposed honours which you both It seems have truly merited take leave Freely to plead your rights we shall attend ye Por. Wherein priority of voice is granted Lord Cassilanes to you for that your rare And long experience in the Course of War As well doth challenge it as the best priviledge Of Order and Civility for that You are your brave Opponents worthy Father Say Country-men are you content Sold. I I. Cass Right grave right gracious Fathers how unfit It is for me that all my life time have Been practis'd in the School of Bloud and Slaughter To bandy words now in my lifes last farewel Your Wisedomes will consider were there pitcht Another and another field like that Which not yet three days since this Arm hath scatter'd Defeated and made nothing then the man That had a heart to think he could but follow For equal me he should not through the lanes Of danger and amazement might in that That only of but following me be happy Reputed worthy to be made my Rival For 't is not Lords unknown to those about me My fellow Souldiers first with what a confidence I led them on to sight went on still and As if I could have been a second Nature As well in heartening them by my example As by my exhortation I gave life To quicken courage to inflame revenge To heighten resolution in a word To out-doe action It boots not to discover How that young man who was not fledg'd nor skill'd In Martial play was even as ignorant As childish But I list not to disparage His non ability The signal given Of Battel when our enemies came on Directed more by sury than by warrant Of Policy and Stratagem I met them I in the sore front of the Armies met them And as if this old weather-beaten body Had been compos'd of cannon proof I stood The volleys of their shot I I my self Was he that first dis-rankt their woods of Pikes But when we came to handy-stroaks as often As I lent blows so often I gave wounds And every wound a death I may be bold To justifie a truth this very sword Of mine slew more than any twain besides And which is not the least of all my glorie When he this young man hand to hand in fight Was by the General of the Venetians And such as were his retinue unhors'd I stept between and rescu'd him my self Or horses hooâ—s had trampled him to dirt And whilst he was re-mounting I maintain'd The combate with the gallant General Till having taken breath he throng'd before me Renew'd the sight and with a fatal blow Stole both that honour from me and his life From him whom I before my self alone Had more than full three quarters kill'd a man Well worthy only by this hand to have dy'd Not by a Boys weak push I talk too much But 't is a fault of age If to bring home Long peace long victorie even to your Capitol If to secure your Kingdom wives and children Your lives and liberties if to renown Your honours through the world to six your names Like Blazing stars admir'd and fear'd by all That have but heard of Candy or a Cretan Be to deserve the approvement of my man hood Then thus much have I done what more examine The annals of my life and then consider What I have been and am Lords I have said Gonz. With reverence to the Senate is it lawfull Without your Customes breach to say a word Pos Say on my Lord Gonzalo Gonz. I have heard And with no little wonder such high deeds Of Chivalâ—ie discours'd that I confess I do not think the Worthies while they liv'd All nine deserv'd as much applause or memorie As this one But who can do ought to gain The crown of honour from him must be somewhat More than a man you tread a dangerous path Yet I shall hear you gladly for believe me Thus much let me profess in honours cause I would not to my Father nor my King My Countries Father yield if you transcend What we have heard I can but only say That Miracles are yet in use I fear I have offended Porp. You have spoken nobly Antinous use your priviledge Ant. Princely Fathers E're I begin one suit I have to make 'T is just and honourable Porp. Poss Speak and have it Ant. That you would please the souldiers might all stand Together by their General Poss 'T is granted All fall to yonder side Go on Antinous Ant. I shall be brief and plain all what my Father This Countries Patron hath discours'd is true Fellows in Arms speak you is' t true Sol. True true Ant. It follows that the blaze of my performance Took light from what I saw him do and thus A City though the flame be much more dreadfull May from a little spark be set on fire Of all what I have done I shall give instance Only in three main proofs of my desert First I sought out but through how many dangers My Lords judge ye the chief the great Commander The head of that huge body whose proud weight Our Land shrunk under him I found and fought with Fought with and slew Fellows in Arms speak you Is' t true or not Sold. True true Ant. When he was faln The hearts of all our adversaries Began to quail till young Fernando son To the last Duke of Venice gather'd head And soon renew'd the field by whose example The bold Venetians doubling strength and courage Had got the better of the day our men Supposing that their adversaries grew Like Hydra's head recoyle and 'gan to flye I follow'd them and what I said they know The summe on 't is I call'd them back new rankt them Led on they follow'd shrunk not tell the end Fellows in Arms is' t true or no Sold. True true Ant. Lastly to finish all there was but one The only great exploit which was to take Fernando prisoner and that hand to hand In single sight I did my self without The help of any arm save the arm of Heaven Speak Souldiers is it true or no Sold. Antinous Antinous Ant. Behold my prisoner Fathers Fern. This one man Ruin'd our Army and hath glorifi'd Crete in her robes of mightiness and conquest Pos We need not use long circumstance of words Antinous thou art conquerer the Senate The souldiers and thy valour have pronounc'd it All. Antinous Antinous Porp. Make thy demand Cas Please ye my Lords give leave That I may part Pos No Cassilane the Court Should therein be dishonour'd do not imagin We prize your presence at so slight a rate
To talk what we have done at least to hear it If meerily set down it fires the blood And heightens Crest-faln appetite Ach. New doctrine Achil. Was 't of your own composing Sep. No I bought it Of a skulking Scribler for two Ptolomies But the hints were mine own the wretch was fearfull But I have damn'd my self should it be question'd That I will own it Ach. And be punished for it Take heed for you may so long exercise Your scurrilous wit against authority The Kingdoms Counsels and make profane Jests Which to you being an atheist is nothing Against Religion that your great maintainers Unless they would be thought Co-partners with you Will leave you to the Law and then Septinius Remember there are whips Sep. For whore's I grant you When they are out of date till then are safe too Or all the Gallants of the Court are Eunuchs And for mine own defence I 'le only add this I 'le be admitted for a wanton tale To some most private Cabinets when your Priest hood Though laden with the mysteries of your goddess Shall wait without unnoted so I leave you To your pious thoughts Exit Achil. 'T is a strange impudence This fellow does put on Ach. The wonder great He is accepted of Achil. Vices for him Make as free way as vertues doe for others 'T is the times fault yet Great ones still have grace'd To make them sport or rub them o're with flattery Observers of all kinds Enter Photinus and Septinius Ach. No more of him He is not worth our thoughts a Fugitive From Pompeys army and now in a danger When he should use his service Achil. See how he hangs On great Photinus Ear. Sep. Hell and the furies And all the plagues of darkness light upon me You are my god on earth and let me have Your favour here fall what can fall hereafter Pho. Thou art believ'd dost thou want mony Sep. No Sir Pho. Or hast thou any suite these ever follow Thy vehement protestations Sep. You much wrong me How can I want when your beams shine upon me Unless employment to express my zeal To do your greatness service do but think A deed so dark the Sun would blush to look on For which Man-kind would curse me and arm all The powers above and those below against me Command me I will on Pho. When I have use I 'le put you to the test Sep. May it be speedy And something worth my danger you are cold And know not your own powers this brow was fashion'd To wear a Kingly wreath and your grave judgment Given to dispose of monarchies not to govern A childs affairs the peoples eye 's upon you The Souldier courts you will you wear a garment Of sordid loyalty when 't is out of fashion Pho. When Pompey was thy General Septinius Thou saidst as much to him Sep. All my love to him To Caesar Rome and the whole world is lost In the Ocean of your Bounties I have no friend Project design or Countrey but your favour Which I 'le preserve at any rate Pho. No more When I call on you fall not off perhaps Sooner than you expect I may employ you So leave me for a while Sep. Ever your Creature Exit Pho. Good day Achoreus my best friend Achillas Hath fame deliver'd yet no certain rumour Of the great Roman Action Achil. That we are To enquire and learn of you Sir whose grave care For Egypts happiness and great Ptolomies good Hath eyes and ears in all parts Enter Ptolomy Labienus Guard Pho. I 'le not boast What my Intelligence costs me but ' ere long You shall know more The King with him a Roman Ach. The scarlet livery of unfortunate war Dy'd deeply on his face Achil. 'T is Labienus Caesars Lieutenant in the wars of Gaul And fortunate in all his undertakings But since these Civil jars he turn'd to Pompey And though he followed the better Cause Not with the like success Pho. Such as are wise Leave falling buildings flye to those that rise But more of that hereafter Lab. In a word Sir These gaping wounds not taken as a slave Speak Pompey's loss to tell you of the Battail How many thousand several bloody shapes Death wore that day in triumph how we bore The shock of Caesars charge or with what fury His Souldiers came on as if they had been So many Caesars and like him ambitious To tread upon the liberty of Rome How Fathers kill'd their Sons or Sons their Fathers Or how the Roman Piles on either side Drew Roman blood which spent the Prince of weapons The sword succeeded which in Civil wars Appoints the Tent on which wing'd victory Shall make a certain Stand then how the Plains Flow'd o're with blood and what a cloud of vulturs And other birds of prey hung o're both armies Attending when their ready Servitors The Souldiers from whom the angry gods Had took all sense of reason and of pity Would serve in their own carkasses for a feast How Caesar with his Javelin force'd them on That made the least stop when their angry hands Were lifted up against some known friends face Then coming to the body of the army He shews the sacred Senate and forbids them To wast their force upon the Common Souldier Whom willingly if e're he did know pity He would have spar'd Ptol. The reason Labienus Lab. Full well he knows that in their blood he was To pass to Empire and that through their bowels He must invade the Laws of Rome and give A period to the liberty of the world Then sell the Lepidi and the bold Corvini The fam'd Torquati Scipio's and Marcelli Names next to Pompeys most renown'd on Earth The Nobles and the Commons lay together And Pontique Punique and Assyrian blood Made up one crimson Lake which Pompey seeing And that his and the fate of Rome had left him Standing upon the Rampier of his Camp Though scorning all that could fall on himself He pities them whose fortunes are embarqu'd In his unlucky quarrel cryes aloud too That they should sound retreat and save themselves That he desir'd not so much noble blood Should be lost in his service or attend On his misfortunes and then taking horse With some few of his friends he came to Lesbos And with Cornelia his Wife and Sons He 's touch'd upon your shore the King of Parthia Famous in his defeature of the Crassi Offer'd him his protection but Pompey Relying on his Benefits and your Faith Hath chosen Aegypt for his Sanctuary Till he may recollect his scattered powers And try a second day now Ptolomy Though he appear not like that glorious thing That three times rode in triumph and gave laws To conquer'd Nations and made Crowns his gift As this of yours your noble Father took From his victorious hand and you still wear it At his devotion to do you more honour In his declin'd estate as the straightst Pine In a full grove of his yet flourishing friends
against me Aecius Gods defend Sir And for their censures they are such shrew'd Judgers A donative of ten Sestertias I 'll undertake shall make 'em ring your praises More than they sang your pleasures Emp. I believe thee Art thou in love Aecius yet Aecius O no Sir I am too course for Ladies my embraces That only am acquainted with Alarms Would break their tender Bodies Emp. Never fear it They are stronger than ye think they 'll hold the Hammer My Empress swears thou art a lusty Souldier A good one I believe thee Aecius All that goodness Is but your Graces Creature Emp Tell me truly Foâ—â—ou dar'st tell me Aecâ—uâ— Any thing concerns ye Thaâ—'s fit for me to speak and you to pardon Emp What say the Souldiers of me and the same words Minâ—â—â—m not good Aecius but deliver The very forms and tongues they talk withal Aecius I 'll tell your Grace but with this caution You be not stir'd for should the gods live with us Even those we certainly believe are righteous Give 'em but drink they would censure them too Emp. Forward Aecius Then to begin they say you sleep too much By which they judge your Majesty too sensual Apt to decline your strength to ease and pleasures And when you do not sleep you drink too much From which they fear suspicions first then ruines And when ye neither drink nor sleep ye wench much Which they affirm first breaks your understanding Then takes the edge of Honour makes us seem That are the ribs and rampires of the Empire Fencers and beaten Fools and so regarded But I believe 'em not for were these truths Your vertue can correct them Emp They speak plainly Aâ—c They say moreover since your Grace will have it For they will talk their freedoms though the Sword Were in their throat that of late time like Nero And with the same forgetfulness of glory You have got a vein of fidling so they term it Emp. Some drunken dreams Aecius Aecius So I hope Sir And that you rather study cruelty And to be fear'd for blood than lov'd for bounty Which makes the Nations as they say despise ye Telling your years and actions by their deaths Whose truth and strength of duty made you Caesar They say besides you nourish strange devourers â—ed with the fat o' th' Empire they call Bawds Lazie and lustful Creatures that abuse ye A â—eople as they term 'em made of paper In which the secret sins of each man's monies Are seal'd and sent a working â—mp What sin 's next For I perceive they have no mind to spare me Aecius Nor hurt you o' my soul Sir but such People Nor can the power of man restrain it When they are full of meat and ease must prattle Emp. Forward Aecius I have spoken too much Sir Emp. I 'll have all Aecius It fits not Your ears should hear their Vanities no profit Can justly rise to you from their behaviour Unless ye were guilty of those crimes Emp. It may be I am so therefore forward Aecius I have ever Learn'd to obey nor shall my life resist it Emp No more Apologies Aecius They grieve besides Sir To see the Nations whom our ancient Vertue With many a weary march and hunger conquer'd With loss of many a daring life subdu'd Fall from their fair obedience and even murmur To see the warlike Eagles mew their honours In obscure Towns that wont to prey on Princes They cry for Enemies and tell the Captains The fruits of Italy are luscious give us Egypt Or sandy Africk to display our valours There where our Swords may make us meat and danger Digest our well got Vyands here our weapons And bodies that were made for shining brass Are both unedg'd and old with ease and women And then they cry again where are the Germans Lin'd with hot Spain oâ— Gallia bring 'em on And let the Son of War steel'd Mithridates Lead up his winged Parthians like a storm Hiding the face of Heaven with showrs of Arrows Yet we dare fight like Romans then as Souldiers Tir'd with a weary march they tell their wounds Even weeping ripe they were no more nor deeper And glory in those scars that make them lovely And sitting where a Camp was like sad Pilgrims They reckon up the times and living labours Of Julius or Germanicus and wonder That Rome whose Turrets once were topt with Honours Can now forget the Custom of her Conquests And then they blame your Grace and say Who leads us Shall we stand here like Statues were our Fathers The Sons of lazie Moors our Princes Persians Nothing but silks and softness Curses on 'em That first taught Nero wantonness and blood Tiberius doubts Caligula all vices For from the spring of these succeeding Princes Thus they talk Sir Emp. Well Wâ—y do you hear these things Aecius Why do you do ' em I take the gods to witness with more sorrow And more vexation do I hear these tainters Than were my life dropt from me through an hour glass Emp. Belike then you believe 'em or at least Are glad they should be so take heed you were better Build your own Tomb and run into it living Than dare a Princes anger Aecius I am old Sir And ten years more addition is but nothing Now if my life be pleasing to ye take it Upon my knees if ever any service As let 〈◊〉 â—ag some have been worthy notice If evâ— anâ— woâ—th oâ— trust ye gave me Deserv d a word â—pect if all my actions The haâ— of my youth colds burnings wants For you and â—or the Empire be not vices By that stilâ— ye havâ— stampt upon me Souldier Let me not faâ—l into the hands of Wretches Emp. I understand you not Aecius Let not this body That has look'd bravely in his blood for Caesar And covâ—tous of wounds and for your safety After thâ—â—â—eape of Swords Spears Slings and Arrows ' Gainst which my beaten body was mine armour The Seas and thirsty Desarts now be purchase For Slavâ—s and base Informers I see anger And death look through your Eyes I am markt for slaughter And know the telling of this truth has made me A man clean lost to thiâ— World I embrace it Only my last Pâ—tition sacred Caesar Is I may dye a Roman Emp. Rise my friend still And worthy of my love reclaim the Souldier I 'll study to do so upon my self too Go keep your Command and prosper Aecius Lifâ— to Caesar Exit Aecius Enter Chilax Chi. Lord Maximus attends your Grace Emp. Go tell him I 'll meet him in the Gallery The honesty of this Aecius Who is indeed the Bull-wark of the Empire Has div'd so deep into me that of all The sins I covet but this Womans beauty With much repentance now I could be quit of But she is sucâ— a pleasure being good That though I were a god she 'd fire my blood Exeunt Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter the Emperour Maximus Licinius Proculus Chilax
Have I no rule yet as I live he dyes That does not execute my will and suddenly Bal. All that thou canst do takes but one short hour from me Rol. Hew off her hands Ham. Lady hold off Ed. Nay hew 'em Hew off my innocent hands as he commands you Exeunt Guard Count Baldwin They 'll hang the faster on for Deaths convulsion Thou seed of Rocks will nothing move thee then Are all my tears lost all my righteous Prayers Drown'd in thy drunken wrath I stand thus then Thus boldly bloody Tyrant And to thy face in Heavens high Name defie thee And may sweet mercy when thy soul sighs for it When under thy black mischiefs thy flesh trembles When neither strength nor youth nor friends nor gold Can stay one hour when thy most wretched Conscience Wak'd from her dream of death like fire shall melt thee When all thy Mothers tears thy Brothers wounds Thy Peoples fears and curses and my loss My aged fathers loss shall stand before thee Rol. Save him I say run save him save her Father Fly and redeem his head Exit Latorch Ed. May then that pity That comfort thou expect'st from Heaven that mercy Be lockt up from thee fly thee howling find thee Despair Oh my sweet father storms of terrours Blood till thou burst again Rol. Oh fair sweet anger Enter Latorch and Hamond with a Head Lat. I am too late Sir 't was dispatch'd before And his Head is here Rol And my Heart there go bury him Give him fair Rites of Funeral decent Honours Ed. Wilt thou not take me Monster highest Heaven Give him a punishment fit for his mischief Lat. I fear thy Prayer is heard and he rewarded Lady have patience 't was unhappy speed Blame not the Duke 't was not his fault but Fates He sent you know to stay it and commanded In care of you the heavy object hence Soon as it came have better thoughts of him Enter Citizens 1 Cit. Where 's this young Traytor Lat. Noble Citizens here And here the wounds he gave your soveraign Lord. 1 Cit. This Prince of force must be Belov'd of Heaven whom Heaven hath thus preserv'd 2 Cit. And if he be belov'd of Heaven you know He must be just and all his actions so Rol. Concluded like an Oracle Oh how great A grace of Heaven is a wise Citizen For Heaven 't is makes 'em wise as 't makes me just As it preserves me as I now survive By his strong hand to keep you all alive Your Wives your Children Goods and Lands kept yours That had been else preys to his tyrannous Power That would have prey'd on me in Bed assaulted me In sacred time of Peace my Mother here My Sister this just Lord and all had felt The certain Gulph of this Conspiracy Of which my Tutor and my Chancellour Two of the gravest and most counted honest In all my Dukedom were the monstrous Heads Oh trust no honest men for their sakes ever My politick Citizens but those that breathe The Names of Cut-throats Usurers and Tyrants Oh those believe in for the foul-mouth'd World Can give no better terms to simple goodness â—ven me it dares blaspheme and thinks me tyrannous For saving my own life sought by my Brother Yet those that sought his life before by poyson Though mine own servants hoping to please me I 'll lead to death for 't which your Eyes shall see 1 Cit. Why what a Prince is here 2 Cit. How just 3 Cit. How gentle Rol. Well now my dearest Subjects or much rather My Nerves my Spirits or my vital Blood Turn to your needful rests and setled peace Fix'd in this root of steel from whence it sprung In Heavens great help and Blessing but ere sleep Bind in his sweet oblivion your dull senses The Name and Vertue of Heavens King advance For yours in chief for my deliverance Cit. Heaven and his King save our most pious Soveraign Exeunt Citizen Rol. Thanks my good people Mother and kind Sister And you my noble Kinsmen things born thus Shall make ye all command whatever I Enjoy in this my absolute Empire Take in the Body of my Princely Brother For whose Death since his Fate no other way Would give my eldest birth his supream Right We 'll mourn the cruel influence it bears And wash his Sepulchre with kindly tears Aub. If this game end thus Heavens will rule the set What we have yielded to we could not let Exeunt omnes praeter Latorch and Edith Lat. Good Lady rise and raise your Spirits withal More high than they are humbled you have cause As much as ever honour'd happiest Lady And when your Ears are freer to take in Your most amendful and unmatched fortunes I 'll make you drown a hundred helpless deaths In Sea of one life pour'd into your Bosome With which shall flow into your arms the Riches The Pleasures Honours and the rules of Princes Which though death stop your ears methinks should open 'em Assay to forget death Ed. Oh slaughter'd Father Lat. Taste of what cannot be redress'd and bless The Fate that yet you curse so since for that You spake so movingly and your sweet eyes With so much Grace fill'd that you set on fire The Dukes affection whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedome is' t not sweet Does it not shine away your sorrows Clouds Sweet Lady take wise heart and hear and tell me Ed. I hear no word you speak Lat. Prepare to hear then And be not barr'd up from your self nor add To your ill fortune with your far worse judgment Make me your servant to attend with all joys Your sad estate till they both bless and speak it See how they 'll bow to you make me wait command me To watch out every minute for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies raise your graces And do my hopes the honour of your motion To all the offered heights that now attend you Oh how your touches ravish how the Duke Is slain already with your flames embrac'd I will both serve and visit you and often Ed. I am not fit Sir Lat. Time will make you Lady Exeunt SCENE II. Enter the Guard 3 or 4 Boys then the Sheriff Cook Yeoman of the Cellar Butler Pantler to execution 1 Guard Come bring in these fellows on away with ' em 2 Guard Make room before there room for the Prisoners 1 Boy Let 's run before Boys we shall have no places else 2 Boy Are these the youths Cook These are the youths you look for And pray my honest friends be not so hasty There will be nothing done till we come I assure you 3 Boy Here 's a wise hanging are there no more Butl. Do you hear Sir you may come in for your share if you please Cook My friend if you be unprovided of a hanging You look like a good fellow I can afford you A reasonable penny-worth 2 Boy Afore afore Boys here 's enough to make us sport Yeom
be therefore curious All keep at distance Exit Cam. I am taught my part Haste you to perfect yours 1 Guard I had rather meet An enemy in the field than stand thus nodding Like to a rug-gown'd Watch-man Enter Diocles Maximinian Geta. Geta. The Watch at noon This is a new device Cam. Stand. Dio. I am arm'd Against all danger Max. If I fear to follow A Cowards name pursue me Dio. Now my Fate Guide and direct me Cam. You are rude and sawcy With your forbidden feet to touch this ground Sacred to Caesar only and to these That do attend his person Speak what are you Dio. What thou nor any of thy faction are Nor ever were Souldiers and honest men Cam. So blunt Geta. Nay you shall find he 's good at the sharp too Dio. No instruments of craft engines of murther That serve the Emperour only with oil'd tongues Sooth and applaud his vices play the Bauds To all his appetites and when you have wrought So far upon his weakness that he 's grown Odious to the subject and himself And can no further help your wicked ends You rid him out of the way Cam. Treason Dio. 'T is truth And I will make it good Cam. Lay hands upon 'em Or kill them suddenly Geta. I am out at that I do not like the sport Dio. What 's he that is Owner of any vertue worth a Roman Or does retain the memory of the Oath He made to Caesar that dares lift his Sword Against the man that careless of his life Comes to discover such a horrid Treason As when you hear 't and understand how long Y 'ave been abus'd will run you mad with fury I am no stranger but like you a Souldier Train'd up one from my youth and there are some With whom I have serv'd and not to praise my self Must needs confess they have seen Diocles In the late Britain wars both dare and do Beyond a common man 1 Guard Diocles 2 Guard I know him The bravest Souldier of the Empire Cam. Stand If thou advance an inch thou art dead Dio. kills Camu Dio. Die thou That durst oppose thy self against a truth That will break out though mountains cover it Get. I fear this is a sucking Pig no Boar He falls so easie Dio. Hear me fellow Souldiers And if I make it not apparent to you This is an act of Justice and no Murther Cut me in pieces I 'le disperse the cloud That hath so long obscur'd a bloody act Ne'r equall'd yet you all knew with what favours The good Numerianus ever grac't The Provost Aper Guard True Dio. And that those bounties Should have contain'd him if he e're had learn'd The Elements of honesty and truth In loyal duty But ambition never Looks backward on desert but with blind haste Boldly runs on But I lose time You are here Commanded by this Aper to attend The Emperours person to admit no stranger To have access to him or come near his Litter Under pretence forsooth his eyes are sore And his minde troubled no my friends you are cozen'd The good Numerianus now is past The sense of wrong or injury Guard How dead Dio. Let your own eyes inform you Get. An Emperours Cabinet Fough I have known a Charnel-house smell sweeter If Emperours flesh have this savour what will mine do When I am rotten 1 Guard Most unheard of villany 2 Guard And with all cruelty to be reveng'd 3 Guard Who is the murtherer name him that we may Punish it in his family Dio. Who but Aper The barbarous and most ingrateful Aper His desperate Poniard printed on his breast This deadly wound hate to vow'd enemies Finds a full satisfaction in death And Tyrants seek no farther He a Subject And bound by all the Ties of love and duty Ended not so but does deny his Prince Whose ghost forbad passage to his rest Mourns by the Stygian shore his Funeral-Rites Nay weep not let your loves speak in your anger And to confirm you gave no suffrage to The damned Plot lend me your helping hands To wreak the Parricide and if you find That there is worth in Diocles to deserve it Make him your leader Guard A Diocles a Diocles. Dio. We 'll force him from his Guards And now my Stars If you have any good for me in store Shew it when I have slain this fatal Boar. Exeunt SCENE III. Enter Delphia and Drusilla in a Throne drawn by Dragons Del. Fix here and rest a while your Sail-stretch'd wings That have out-stript the winds the eye of Heaven Durst not behold your speed but hid it self Behind the grossest clouds and the pale Moon Pluckt in her silver horns trembling for fear That my strong Spells should force her from her Sphere Such is the power of Art Dru. Good Aunt where are we Del. Look down Drusilla on these lofty Towers These spacious streets where every private house Appears a Palace to receive a King The site the wealth the beauty of the place Will soon inform thee 't is imperious Rome Rome the great Mistris of the conquer'd world Dru. But without Diocles it is to me Like any wilderness we have pass'd o're Shall I not see him Del. Yes and in full glory And glut thy greedy eyes with looking on His prosperous success Contain thy self For though all things beneath us are transparent The sharpest sighted were he Eagle-ey'd Cannot discover us nor will we hang Idle Spectators to behold his triumph Enter Diocles Maximinian Guard Aper Senators Geta Officers with Litter But when occasion shall present it self Do something to add to it See he comes Dru. How god-like he appears with such a grace The Giants that attempted to scale Heaven When they lay dead on the Phlegrean plain Mars did appear to Jove Del. Forbear Dio. Look on this And when with horrour thou hast view'd thy deed Thy most accursed deed be thine own judge And see thy guilt consider'd if thou canst Perswade thy self whom thou stand'st bound to hate To hope or plead for mercy Aper I confess My life 's a burden to me Dio. Thou art like thy name A cruel Boar whose shout hath rooted up The fruitfull Vineyard of the common-wealth I long have hunted for thee and since now Thou art in the Toyl it is in vain to hope Thou ever shalt break out thou dost deserve The Hangmans hook or to be punished More majorum whipt with rods to death Or any way that were more terrible Yet since my future fate depends upon thee Thus to fulfull great Delphia's Prophecie Aper thou fatal Boar receive the honour Kills Aper To fall by Diocles hand Shine clear my Stars That usher'd me to taste this common air In my entrance to the world and give applause To this great work Musick Del. Strike Musick from the Spheres Dru. O now you honour me Dio. Ha! in the Air All. Miraculous Max. This shews the gods approve The Person and the Act then if the Senate For in their eyes
shall we part with dry lips Shall we that have been fellow devils together Flinch for an old womans fart Wi. 'T is a fine time a night too but we must part Nicâ—â— To. Shall we never ring again ne're toss the tenor And roul the changes into a Cup of Clarret You shall not want what ere I lay my hands on As I am sure Automedon the Coachman Shall be distributed bear up I say hang sorrow Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure Sam the Butler's true the Cook a reverend Trojan The Faulkner shall sell his Hawks and swear they weâ— rotten There be some wandring spoons that may be met with I 'll pawn a Coach horse peace utter no sentences The harshness shall be us'd in our wars also Or shall I drive her tell me but your will now Say but the word over some rotten bridg Or by a Marl-pit side she may slip in daintily Let me alone for my self Wi. No no farewell Toby Farewell spiny Nicholas no such thing There be ways i' the world if you see me A day or two hence may be wee 'l crack a quart yet And pull a bell commend to the houshold Nay cry not Toby 't will make thy head giddy To. Sweet Master Wildbraine Wi. No more Toby go the times may alter But where 's the coarse of my dead cosen If she be dead I hop'd ' thad but dissembled That sits heavy here Toby honest Toby Lend me thy Lanthorn I forgot 't was dark I had need look to my ways now To. Take a lodging with me to night in the Stable And ride away to morrow with one of the horses Next your heart pray do Wi. No good night good neighbor Toby I will wandeâ— I scorn to submit my self ere I have rambled But whither or with what that 's more material No matter and the worst come it is but stealing And my Aunt wo'not see me hang'd for her own credit And farewel in a Halter costs me nothing Exit Enter Hartlove Fran. The night and all the evil the night covers The Goblins Haggs and the black spawn of darkness Cannot fright me no death I dare thy cruelty For I am weary both of life and light too Keep my wits heaven they say spirits appear To melancholy minds and the graves open I would fain see the fair Maria's shadow But speak unto her spirit e'er I dyed But ask upon my knees a mercy from her I was a villain but her wretched kinsman That set his plot shall with his heart-blood satisfie Her injur'd life and honor what light 's this Enter Wildbrain with a Lanthorn Wild. It is but melancholy walking thus The Tavern doors are baracado'd too Where I might drink till morn in expectation I cannot meet the Watch neither nothing in The likeness of a Constable whom I might In my distress abuse and so be carried For want of other lodging to the Counter Frâ— 'T is his voice Fate I thank thee Wild Ha who 's that and thou be'st a man speak Frank Hartlove then I bear my destinies Thou art the man of all the world I wish'd for My Aunt has turn'd me out a doors she has 〈◊〉 this unchristian hour and I do walk Methinks like Guido Faux with my dark Lanthorn â—ealing to set the Town a fire i' th' Countrey 〈◊〉 should be tane for William o' the Wispe 〈◊〉 Robin Good-fellow and how dost Frank Hâ— The worse for you Wild. Come tha' rt a fool art going to thy lodging 〈◊〉 lie with thee to night and tell thee stories 〈◊〉 many devils we ha met withal Our house is haunted Frank whole legions 〈◊〉 saw fifty for my share Fr. Didst not fright ' em Wild. How fright ' em no they frighted me sufficiently Fr. Thou hadst wickedness enough to make them stare â—â— be afraid o' thee malicious devil â—â— draw thy sword for by Maria's soul â—â— not let thee scape to do more mischief Wild. Thou art mad what dost mean Fr. To kill thee nothing else will ease my anger 〈◊〉 injury is fresh I bleed withal For can that word express it there 's no peace in 't 〈◊〉 must it be forgiven but in death Therefore call up thy valour if thou 'st any â—nd summon up thy spirits to defend thee â—â— heart must suffer for thy damn'd practises â—gainst thy noble cosin and my innocence Wild. Hold hear a word did I do any thing 〈◊〉 for your good that you might have her But in that desperate time I might redeem her â—â—hough with show of loss Fr. Out ugly villain 〈◊〉 on her the most hated name of whore 〈◊〉 the worlds eye and face it out in courtesie 〈◊〉 him to see 't and make me drunk to attempt it Enter Maria. Ma. I hear some voices this way Fr. No more if you can pray do it as you fight Ma. What nâ—â— frights opposâ—â—me I have heard that tongue Wild. 'T is my fortune You could not take me in a better time Sir I ha nothing to lose but the love I lent thee My life my sword protect Ma. I know 'em both but to prevent their ruines Must not discover stay men most desperate The mischief you are forward to commit Will keep me from my grave and tie my spirit To endless troubles else Wild. Ha 't is her Ghost Fr. Maria Ma. Hear me both each wound you make Runs through my soul and is a new death to me Each threatening danger will affright my rest Look on me Hartlove and my kinsman view me Was I not late in my unhappy marriage Sufficient miserable full of all misfortunes But you must add with your most impious angers Unto my sleeping dust this insolence Would you teach time to speak eternally Of my disgraces make Records to keep 'em Keep them in brass fight then and kill my honor Fight deadly both and let your bloody swords Through my reviv'd and reeking infamy That never shall be purg'd find your own ruines Hartlove I lov'd thee once and hop'd again In a more blessed love to meet thy spirit â—f thou kill'st him thou art a murtherer And murther shall never inherit heaven My time is come my concealed grave expects me Farewel and follow not your feet are bloody And will pollute my peace I hope they are melted This is my way sure Exit Fr. Stay blessed soul Wi. Would she had come sooner and ha sav'd some blood Fr. Dost bleed Wild. Yes certainly I can both see and feel it Fr. Now I well hope it is not dangerous Give me thy hand as honor guides me I 'll know thee again Wild. I thank thee heartily I know not where to get a Surgeon This vision troubles me sure she is living And I was foolish blind I could not find it I bleed apace still and my heart grows heavy If I go far I faint I 'll knock at this house They may be charitable would 't were perfect day Enter Mistriss Mist 'T is not he What would you Sir Wild. I
find by this assur'd intelligence The preparation of the Turks against us We have met him oft and beat him now to fear him Would argue want of courage and I hold it A safer policie for us and our signiories To charge him in his passage o'er the Sea Than to expect him here Alb. May it please your Highness Since you vouchsafe to think me worthy of This great imployment if I may deliver My judgement freely 't is not flattery Though I say my opinion waits on you Nor would I give my suffrage and consent To what you have propos'd but that I know it Worth the great speaker though that the denial Call'd on your heavy anger For my self I do profess thus much if a blunt Soldier May borrow so much from the oyl'd tongu'd Courtier That ecchoes whatsoe'er the Prince allows of All that my long experience hath taught me That have spent three parts of my life at Sea Let it not taste of arrogance that I say it Could not have added reasons of more weight To fortifie your affections ' than such As your grace out of observation meerly Already have propounded Bap. With the honor to give the daring enemy an affront In being the first opposer it will teach Your Soldiers boldness and strike fear in them That durst attempt you 1 Magi. Victuals and Ammunition And Money too the sinews of the War are stor'd up in the Magazine 2 Magi. And the Gallies new rig'd and train'd up And at two dayes warning fit for the service Duke We commend your care Nor will we e'er be wanting in Our counsels As we doubt not your action you Baptista Shall stay with us that Merchant is not wise That ventures his whole fortunes in one bottom Albertâ— Be our Admiral spare your thanks 'T is Merit in you that invites this honor Preserve it such ere long you shall hear more Things rashly undertaken end as ill But great acts thrive when reason guides the will Exeunt Enter 3 Gentlemen 1. No question 't was not well done in Caesario To cross the horse of young Mentivole â—n the midst of this course 2. That was not all the switching him dull'd him 3. Would that both the jades Had broke their necks when they first started 'Slight We stand here prating give them leave to whisper And when they have cut one anothers throats Enter Mentivole and Caesario Make in to part ' em 2. There is no such hazard Their Fathers friendship and their love forbid it â—ee where they come 1. With fury in their looks Ment. You have the wager with what foul play got â—ll not dispute Caesar Foul play Ment. I cannot speak it â—n a fairer language and if some respects â—amiliar to my self chain'd not my tongue â— should say no more I should but I 'll sit down With this disgrace how e'er press me no farther â—or if once more provok'd you 'll understand â— dare no more suffer an Injury Than I dare do one Caesar Why Sir are you injur'd â—n that I take my right which I would force Should you detain it Ment. Put it to judgment Caesar No my will in this shall carry it Ment. Your will nay farewell softness then They suddenly draw 3. This I foresaw 2. Hold hold Caesar I am hurt 2. Shift for your self 't is death Men. As you respect me bear him off with care â—f he miscarry since he did the wrong â—'ll stand the shock of 't 2. Gently he will faint else Exeunt Gent. with Caesario Ment. And speedily I beseech you my rage over That pour'd upon my reason clouds of error â— see my folly and at what dear loss â— have exchang'd a real innocence To gain a meer fantastical report Transported only by vain popular wind To be a daring nay fool-hardy Man Enter Baptista But could I satisfie my self within here How should I bear my fathers frown They meet me My guilt conjures him hither Bap. Sirrah Mentiv. Sir Bap. I have met the trophies of your russian sword Was there no other Anvile to make triall How far thou durst be wicked but the bosome Of him which under the adulterate name Of friendship thou hast murder'd Ment. Murder'd Sir My dreams abhor so base a fact true valour Imploy'd to keep my reputation fair From the austerest Judge can never merit To be branded with that title you begot me A man no coward and but call your youth To memory when injur'd you could never Boast of the Asses fortitude slave-like patience And you might justly doubt I were your son If I should entertain it if Caesario Recover as I hope his wound 's not mortal A second tryal of what I dare doe In a just cause shall give strong witness for me I am the true heir to Baptista's courage As to his other fortunes Baptist Boy to neither But on this strict condition which intreaties From Saints nay Angels shall not make me alter A friendship so began and so continu'd Between me and Alberto my best friend Your brawls shall not dissolve it is my will And as I am thy Father I command thee That instantly on any termes how poor So e'er it skills not thou desire his pardon And bring assurance to me he has sign'd it Or by my Fathers soul I 'll never know thee But as a stranger to my blood perform it And suddenly without reply I have said it Ment. And in it given a heavier sentence on me Than the most cruel death you are my father And your will to be serv'd and not disputed By me that am your Son But I 'll obey And though my heart-strings crack for 't make it known When you command my faculties are your own Exeunt Actus Secundus Scaena Prima Enter Alberto Physitian and a Chirurgion Phys HAve patience Noble Sir your son Caesario Will recover without question Surgeon A slight wound Though it pierc't his body it hath miss'd the vitals Phys My life for 't he shall take the air again within these ten dayes Alber. O but from a friend To receive this bloody measure from a friend If that a man should meet a violent death In a place where he had taken sanctuary Would it not grieve him such all Florence held Their friendship and 't is that which multiplies The injury Physi Have patience worthy Signior Alber. I do protest as I am Man and Soldier If I had buried him in a wave at Sea Lost in some honorable action I would not to the saltness of his grave Have added the least tear but these quarrels Enter Mariana and Clarissa Bred out of game and wine I had as live He should have died of a Surfet Maria. Oh what comfort How is it with our Son Sir Alber. His Work-masters Bear me in hand here as my Lawyer does When I have a crackt Title or bad Sute in Law All shall go well Maria. I pray you Gentlemen what think you of his wound Physi 'T is but a scratch nothing to danger
Claris But he receiv'd it from a friend And the unkindness ta'en at that may kill him Mari. Let me see him Physi By no means he slumbers Mari. Then I cannot believe you When you tell me there 's hope of him Alber. Yet many Ladies Do give more saith to their Physitian Than to their Confessor Claris O my poor lost brother And friend more dear than Brother Alber. More loud instruments To disturb his slumbers goe goe take Caroch And as you love me you and the Girle retire To our Summer house i' th' Country I 'll be with you Within these two days Maria. I am yours in all things Though with much sorrow to leave him Exeunt Maria Claris Alber. I pray you Gentlemen With best observance tend your Patient The loss of my heir-male lies now a bleeding Enter Mentivole And think what payment his recovery Shall show'r upon you Of all men breathing Exeunt Physitian Chirur. Wherefore do you arrive here Are you mad My injury begins to bleed afresh At sight of you why this affront of yours I receive more malitious than the other Your hurt was only danger to my son But your sight to me is death Why come you hither Do you come to view the wounds which you have made And glory in them Menti. Rather worthy Sir to pour Oyl into them Alber. I am a Soldier Sir Least part of a Courtier and understand By your smooth Oyl Your present flattery Menti. Sir for my Fathers sake acknowledge me To be born a Gentleman no slave I ever Held flatterers of that breed do not misconstrue In your distaste of me the true intent Of my coming hither for I do protest I do not come to tell you I am sorry For your sons hurt Alber. Not sorry Menti. No not sorry I have to the lowest ebbo lost all my fury But I must not lose my honesty 't was he Gave heat unto the injury which return'd Like a Petar ill lighted into ' th' bosome Of him gave fire to 't yet I hope his hurt Is not so dangerous but he may recover When if it please him call me to account For the loss of so much blood I shall be ready To do him noble reason Alber. You are arm'd me thinks with wondrous confidence Menti. O with the best Sir For I bring penitence and satisfaction Alber. Satisfaction Why I heard you say but now You were not sorry for his wounds Menti. Nor am I the satisfaction which I bring Sir is to you You are a Gentleman ne'er injur'd me One ever lov'd my Father the right way And most approv'd of noble amity Yet I have run my sword quite through your heart And slightly hurt your son for 't may be scar'd A grief ta'en at these years for your sons loss May hazard yours And therefore I am sent By him that has most interest in your sorrow Who having chid me almost to the ruin Of a disheritance for violating So continued and so sacred a friendship Of 50 Winters standing such a friendship That ever did continue like the spring Ne'er saw the fall o' th' leaf by him I am sent To say the wrong I have done Sir is to you And that I have quite lost him for a Father Until I find your pardon nay there follows A weightier deprivation his Estate I could with a less number of sighs part with Fortune might attend my youth and my deservings In any Climate but a Fathers blessing To settle and confirm that fortune no where But only here Your pardon give me that And when you have done kill me for 't is that Takes from me the effect of excommunication A Fathers heavy curse Alber. Nay may that curse Light on himself for sending thee in this minute When I am grown as deaf to all compassion As the cruellest Sea-fight or most horrid tempest That I had drown'd i' th' Sea a thousand duckets Thou hadst not made this visit rash young man Thou tak'st me in an ill Planet and hast cause To curse thy Father for I do protest If I had met thee in any part o' th' World But under my own roofe I would have kill'd thee Within there Enter Physitian Chirurgion and Servants Look you Here 's a triumph sent for the death of your young Master Serv. Shall we kill him Alber. No I 'll not be so unhospitable but Sir By my life I vow to take assurance from you That right hand never more shall strike my son Menti. That will be easily protested Alber. Not easily when it must be exacted and a bloody seal to 't Bind him and cut off's right hand presently Fair words shall never satisfie foul deeds Chop 's hand off Menti. You cannot be so unrighteous to your own honor Phy. O Sir collect your self And recall your bloody purpose Alber. My intents of this nature do ever come to action Chirur. Then I must fetch another stickler Exit Alber. Yet I do grieve at heart And I do curse thy Father heartily That 's the cause of my dishonor sending thee In such an hour when I am apt for mischief Apt as a Dutch-man after a Sea-fight When his enemy kneels afore him come dispatch Phys Intreat him Noble Sir Menti. You shall excuse me Whatsoever he dares do that I dare suffer Enter Caesario and Chirurgion Caesar Oh Sir for honors sake stay your foul purpose For if you do proceed thus cruelly There is no question in the wound you give him I shall bleed to death for 't Alber. Thou art not of my temper What I purpose cannot be alter'd Serv. Sir the Duke With all speed expects you You must instantly Ship all your followers and to sea Alber. My blessing stay with thee upon this condition Take away his use of fighting as thou hop'st To be accounted for my son perform 't Exit Cesar You hear what I am injoyn'd to Menti. Pray thee take it Only this ring this best esteem'd Jewel I will not give 't to 'th hangman chops it off It is too dear a relique I 'll remove it nearer my heart Caesar Ha that Rings my Sisters The Ring I injoyn'd her never part withal Without my knowledge come Sir we are friends Pardon my fathers heat and melancholy Two violent Fevers which he caught at Sea And cannot yet shake off only one promise I must injoyn you to and seriously Hereafter you shall never draw a Sword To the prejudice of my life Menti. By my best hopes I shall not Caesar I pray deliver me your sword On that condition Menti. I shall Sir may it hereafter Ever fight on your part Caesar Noble Sir I thank you But for performance of your vow I intreat Some gage from you Menti. Any Sir Caesar Deliver me that ring Menti. Ha this Ring indeed this Jewel binds me If you knew the vertue of it never more To draw my sword against you Caesar Therefore I will have it Menti. You may not Caesar Come you must I that by violence could
as it should be they that ne'er begg'd But they prevail'd had their suits fairly granted The prisoners have their lives 1 Fr. I knew 't would be so 2 Fr. But there be new conditions which you 'll hear of At better time Jail I hope they are good 2 Fr. They are honourable How good they 'll prove I know not Enter Wooer 1 Fr. 'T will be known Woo. Alas Sir where 's your Daughter Jail Why do you ask Woo. Oh Sir when did you see her 2 Fr. How he looks Jail This morning Woo. Was she well was she in health Sir when did she sleep 1 Fr. These are strange questions Jail I do not think she was very well for now You make me mind her but this very day I ask'd her questions and she answer'd me So far from what she was so childishly So sillily as if she were a fool An Innocent and I was very angry But what of her Sir Woo. Nothing but my pity but you must know it and as good by me As by another that less loves her Jail Well Sir 1 Fr. Not right 2 Fr. Not well Woo. No Sir not well Woo. 'T is too true she is mad 1 Fr. It cannot be Woo. Believe you 'll find it so Jay I half suspected What you told me the gods comfort her Either this was her love to Palamon Or fear of my miscarrying on his scape Or both Woo. 'T is likely Jay But why all this haste Sir Woo. I 'll tell you quickly As I late was angling In the great Lake that lies behind the Palace From the far shore thick set with Reeds and Sedges As patiently I was attending sâ—â—rt I heard a voice a shrill one and attentive I gave my ear when I might well perceive 'T was one that sung and by the smallness of it A Boy or Woman I then left my angle To his own skill came near but yet perceiv'd not Who made the sound the Rushes and the Reeds Had so encompast it I laid me down And listned to the words she sung for then Through a small glade cut by the Fisher-men I saw it was your Daughter Jail Pray goe on Sir Woo. She sung much but no sence only I heard her Repeat this often Palamon is gone Is gone to th' wood to gather Mulberries I 'll find him out to morrow 1 Fr. Pretty soul Woo. His shackles will betray him he 'll be taken And what shall I do then I 'll bring a heavy A hundred black-ey'd Maids that love as I do With Chaplets on their heads with Daffadillies With cherry lips and cheeks of Damask Roses And all we 'll dance an Antique 'fore the Duke And beg his pardon then she talk'd of you Sir That you must lose your head to morrow morning And she must gather Flowers to bury you And see the house made handsome then she sung Nothing but willow willow willow and between Ever was Palamon fair Palamon And Palamon was a tall young man The place Was knee deep where she sate her careless Tresses A wreak of Bull-rush rounded about her stuck Thousand fresh Water Flowers of several colours That methought she appear'd like the fair Nymph That seeds the lake with waters or as Iris Newly dropt down from heaven Rings she made Of Rushes that grew by and to 'em spoke The prettiest posâ—es thus our true love 's ty'd This you may loose not me and many a one And then she wept and sung again and sigh'd And with the same breath smil'd and kist her hand 2 Fr. Alas what pity it is Woo. I made into her She saw me and straight sought the stood I sav'd her And set her safe to land when presently She slipt away and to the City made With such a cry and swiftness that believe me She left me far behind her three or four I saw from far off cross her one of 'em I knew to be your brother where we staid And fell scarce to be got away I left them with her Enter Brother Daughter and others And hither came to tell you Here they are Daugh. May you never more enjoy the light c. Is not this a fine Song Bro. Oh a very fine one Daugh. I can sing twenty more Bro. I think you can Daugh. Yes truly can I I can sing the Broom And Bonny Robbin Are not you a Tailor Bro. Yes Daugh. Where 's my wedding-Gown Bro. I 'll bring it to morrow Daugh. Doe very rarely I must be abroad else To call the Maids and pay the Minstrels For I must loose my Maidenhead by cock-light 'T will never thrive else Oh fair oh sweet c. Sings Bro. You must ev'n take it patiently Jay 'T is true Daugh. Good ev'n good men pray did you ever hear Of one young Palamon Jay Yes wench we know him Daugh. Is' t not a fine young Gentleman Jay 'T is Love Bro. By no mean cross her she is then distemper'd For worse than now she shows 1 Fr. Yes he 's a fine man Daugh. Oh is he so you have a Sister 1 Fr. Yes Daugh. But she shall never have him tell her so For a trick that I know y' had best look to her For if she see him once she 's gone she 's done And undone in an hour All the young Maids Of our Town are in love with him but I laugh at 'em And let 'em all alone is' t not a wise course 1 Fr. Yes Daugh. There is at least two hundred now with child by him There must be four yet I keep close for all this Close as a Cockle and all these must be boys He has the trick on 't and at ten years old They must be all gelt for Musicians And sing the wars of Theseus 2 Fr. This is strange Daugh. As ever your heard but say nothing 1 Fr. No. Daugh. They come from all parts of the Dukedom to him I 'll warrant ye he had not so few last night As twenty to dispatch he 'll tickle 't up In two hours if his hand be in Jay She 's lost Past all cure Bro. Heaven forbid man Daug. Come hither you are a wise man 1 Fr. Does she know him 2 Fr. No would she did Daugh. You are master of a Ship Jay Yes Daugh. Where 's your Compass Jay Here. Daugh. Set it to th' North. And now direct your course to th' wood where Palamon Lies longing for me for the Tackling Let me alone come weigh my hearts cheerly All. Owgh owgh owgh 't is up the wind 's fair top the Bowling out with the main sail where 's your Whistle Master Bro. Let 's get her in Jay Up to the top Boy Bro. Where 's the Pilot 1 Fr. Here. Daugh. What ken'st thou 3 Fr. A fair wood Daugh. Bear for it master tack about Sings When Cinthia with her borrowed light c. Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Emilia alone with two Pictures Emil. Yet I may bind those wounds up that must open And bleed to death for my sake