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
did bestow On SHAKESPEARES gentler Muse in thee full grown Their Graces both appear yet so that none Can say here Nature ends and Art begins But mixt like th' Elements and born like twins So interweav'd so like so much the same None this meer nature that meer Art can name 'T was this the Ancients meant nature and skill Are the two tops of their Pernassus Hill J. DENHAM To Mr. FRANCIS BEAUMONT Then living HOW I do love thee BEAUMONT and thy Muse That unto me do'st such religion use How I do fear myself that am not worth The least indulgent thought thy pen drops forth At once thou mak'st me happie and unmak'st And giving largely to me more thou tak'st What sate is mine that so it self bereaves What art is thine that so thy friend deceives When even there where most thou praisest me For writing better I must envy thee BEN. JOHNSON On Mr. FRANCIS BEAUMONT Then newly Dead HE that hath such acuteness and such wit As would ask ten good heads to husband it He that can write so well that no man dare Refuse it for the best let him beware BEAUMONT is dead by whose sole death appears Wit 's a Disease consumes men in few years RICH. CORBET D. D. On Mr. BEAUMONT VVritten thirty years since presently after his Death BEaumont lyes here and where now shall we have A Muse like his to sigh upon his grave Ah! none to weep this with a worthy tear But he that cannot Beaumont that lies here Who now shall pay thy Tomb with such a Verse As thou that Ladies didst fair Rutlands Herse A Monument that will then lasting be When all her Marble is more dust than she In thee all 's lost a sudden dearth and want Hath sciz'd on Wit good Epitaphs are scant We dare not write thy Elegie whilst each fears He ne're shall match that copy of thy tears Scarce in an Age a Poet and yet he Scarce lives the third part of his age to see But quickly taken off and only known Is in a minute shut as soon as shown Why should weak Nature tire herself in vain In such a piece â—o dash it straight again Why should she take such work beyond her skill Which when she cannot perfect she must kill Alas what is' t to temper slime or mire But Nature 's puzled when she works in fire Great Brains like brightest glass crack straight while those Of Stone or Wood hold out and fear not blowes And we their Ancient hoary heads can see Whose Wit was never their mortalitie Beaumont dies young so Sidney did before There was not Poetry he could live to more He could not grow up higher I scarce know If th' art it self unto that pitch could grow Were 't not in thee that hadst arriv'd the hight Of all that wit could reach or Nature might O when I read those excellent things of thine Such strength such sweetness coucht in every line Such life of Fancy such high choice of brain Nought of the Vulgar wit or borrowed strain Such passion such expressions meet my eye Such Wit untainted with obscenity And these so unaffectedly exprest All in a language purely flowing drest And all so born within thy self thine own So new so fresh so nothing trod upon I grieve not now that old Menanders vein Is rian'd to survive in thee again Such in his time was he of the same piece The smooth even natural Wit and Love of Greece Those few sententious fragments shew more worth Than all the Poets Athens e're brought forth And I am sorry we have lost those hours On them whose quickness comes far short of ours And dwell not more on thee whose every Page May be a pattern for their Scene and Stage I will not yield thy Works so mean a Praise More pure more chaste more sainted than are Playes Nor with that dull supineness to be read To pass a fire or laugh an hour in bed How do the Muses suffer every where Taken in such mouths censure in such ears That 'twixt a whiffe a Line or two rehearse And with their Rheume together spaule a Verse This all a Poems leisure after Play Drink or Tabaco it may keep the Day Whilst even their very idleness they think Is lost in these that lose their time in drink Pity then dull we we that better know Will a more serious hour on thee bestow Why should not Beaumont in the Morning please As well as Plautus Aristophanes Who if my Pen may as my thoughts be free Were scurril wits and Buffons both to thee Yet these our Learned of severest brow Will deign to look on and to note them too That will defie our own 't is English stuffe And th' Author is not rotten long enough Alas what flegm are they compar'd to thee In thy Philaster and Maids Tragedy Where 's such an humour as thy Bessus pray Let them put all their Thrasoes in one Play He shall out bid them their conceit was poor All in a Circle of a Bawd or Whore A coâ—ening dance take the fool away And not a good â—est extant in a Play â—et these are Wits because they 're old and now Being Greek and Latine they are Learning too But those their own times were content t' allow A thirsty same and thine is lowest now But thou shalt love and when thy name is grown Six Aâ—es older shall be better known When th' art of Chancers standing in the tombe Thou shalt not share but take up all his room JOH EARLE Upon the Report of the printing of the Dramatical Poems of Mr. JOHN FLETCHER collected before and now set forth in one Volume THough when all Fletcher writ and the entire Man was indulg'd unto that sacred fire His thoughts and his thoughts dress appear'd both such That 't was his happy fault to do too much Who therefore wisely did submit each birth To knowing Beaumont e're it did come forth Working again until he said 't was fit And made him the sobriety of his Wit Though thus he call'd his Judge into his fame And for that aid allow'd him half the name 'T is known that sometimes he did stand alone That both the Spunge and Pencil were his own That himself judg'd himself could singly do And was at last Beaumont and Fletcher too Else we had lost his Shepherdess a Piece Even and smooth spun from a finer Fleece Where softness reigns where passions passions greet Gentle and high as Floods of Balsam meet Where dress'd in white expressions sit bright Loves Drawn like their fairest Queen by milkie Doves A Piece which Johnson in a rapture bid Come up a glorify'd Work and so it did Else had his Muse set with his Friend the Stage Had miss'd those Poems which yet take the Age The World had lost those rich exemplars where Art Language Wit sit ruling in one Sphere Where the fresh matters soar above old Theams As Prophets Raptures do above our Dreams Where in a worthy scorn he
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
will silence me Never a Conduit-Pipe to convey this watâ—r Sor. These are all Rings Deaths heads and such Memento's Her Grandmother and worm-eaten Aunts left to her To tell her what her Beauty must arrive at Fred. That that Pod. They are written songs Sir to provoke young Ladies Lord here 's a Prayer Book how these-agree Here 's a strange union Sor. Ever by a surfeit you have a julep set to cool the Patient Fred. Those those Sor. They are Verses to the blest Evanthe Fred. Those may discover Read them out Sorano To the blest Evanthe Let those complain that feel Loves cruelty And in sad legends write their woes With Roses gently has corected me My War is without rage or blows My Mistriss eyes shine fair on my desires And hope springs up enflam'd with her new fires No more an Exile will I dwell With folded arms and sighs all day Reckoning the torments of my Hell And stinging my sweet joys away I am cal'd home again to quiet peace My Mistriss smiles and all my sorrows cease Yet what is living in her Eye Or being blest with her sweet tongue If these no other joys imply A golden Give a pleasing wrong To be your own but one poor Month I 'd give My Youth my Fortune and then leave to live This is my Rival that I knew the hand now Sor. I know it I have seen it 't is Valerio's That hopeful Gentlemans that was brought up with ye And by your charge nourish'd and fed At the same Table with the same allowance Fred. And all this courtesie to ruine me Cross my desires ' had better have fed humblier And stood at greater distance from my fury Go for him quickly find him instantly Whilst my impatient heart swells high with choler Better have lov'd despair and safer kiss'd her Ex. Lords Enter Evanthe and Cassandra Evan. Thou old weak fool dost thou know to what end To what betraying end he got this Casket Durst thou deliver him without my Ring Or a Command from mine own mouth that Cabinet That holds my heart you unconsiderate Ass You brainless Ideot Cas I saw you go with him At the first word commit your Person to him And make no scruple he is your Brothers Gentleman And for any thing I know an honest man And might not I upon the same security deliver him a Box Evan. A Bottle-head Fred. You shall have cause to chafe as I will handle it Evan. I had rather thou hadst delivered me to Pirats Betray'd me to uncurable diseases Hung up my Picture in a Market-place And sold me to wild Bawds Cas As I take it Madam Your maiden-head lies not in that Cabinet You have a Closer and you keep the Key too Why are you vex'd thus Evan. I could curse thee wickedly And wish thee more deformed than Age can make thee Perpetual hunger and no teeth to satisfie it Wait on thee still nor sleep be found to ease it Those hands that gave the Casket may the Palsie For ever make unuseful even to feed thee Long winters that thy Bones may turn to Isicles No Hell can thaw again inhabit by thee Is thy Care like thy Body all one crookedness How scurvily thou cryest now like a Drunkard I 'll have as pure tears from a dirty spout Do swear thou didst this ignorantly swear it Swear and be damn'd thou half Witch Cas These are fine words well Madam Madam Evan. 'T is not well thou mummy 'T is impudently basely done thou durty Fred. Has your young sanctity done railing Madam Against your innocent ' Squire do you see this Sonnet This loving Script do you know from whence it came too Evan. I do and dare avouch it pure and honest Fred. You have private Visitants my noble Lady That in sweet numbers court your goodly Vertues And to the height of adoration Evan. Well Sir There 's neither Heresie nor Treason in it Fred. A Prince may beg at the door whilst these feast with ye A favour or a grace from such as I am Enter Valerio and Podramo Course common things You are welcome Pray come neat Sir Do you know this paper Val. I am betray'd I do Sir 'T is mine my hand and heart if I dye for her I am thy Martyr Love and time shall honour me Cas You sawcy Sir that came in my Ladies name For her gilt Cabinet you cheating Sir too You scurvy Usher with as scurvy legs And a worse face thou poor base hanging holder How durst thou come to me with a lye in thy mouth An impudent lye Pod. Hollow good Gill you hobble Cas A stinking lye more stinking than the teller To play the pilfering Knave there have been Rascals Brought up to fetch and carry like your Worship That have been hang'd for less whipt they are daily And if the Law will do me right Pod. What then old Maggot Cas Thy Mother was carted younger I 'll have thy hide Thy mangy hide embroider'd with a dog-whip As it is now with potent Pox and thicker Fred. Peace good Antiquity I 'll have your Bones else Ground into Gunpowder to shoot at Cats with One word more and I 'll blanch thee like an almond There 's no such cure for the she-falling sickness As the powder of a dryed Bawds Skin be silent You are very prodigal of your service here Sir Of your life more it seems Val. I repent neither Because your Grace shall understand it comes From the best part of Love my pure affection And kindled with chaste flame I will not flye from it If it be errour to desire to marry And marry her that sanctity would dote on I have done amiss if it be a Treason To graft my soul to Vertue and to grow there To love the tree that bears such happiness Conceive me Sir this fruit was ne'r forbidden Nay to desire to taste too I am Traytor Had you but plants enough of this blest Tree Sir Set round about your Court to beautifie it Deaths twice so many to dismay the approachers The ground would scarce yield Graves to noble Lovers Fred. 'T is well maintain'd you wish and pray to fortune Here in your Sonnet and she has heard your prayers So much you dote upon your own undoing But one Month to enjoy her as your Wife Though at the expiring of that time you dye for 't Val. I could wish many many Ages Sir To grow as old as Time in her embraces If Heaven would grant it and you smile upon it But if my choice were two hours and then perish I would not pull my heart back Fred. You have your wish Tomorrow I will see you nobly married Your Month take out in all content and pleasure The first day of the following Month you dye for 't Kneel not not all your Prayers can divert me Now mark your sentence mark it scornful Lady If when Valerio's dead within twelve hours For that 's your latest time you find not out Another Husband on the same
You will follow Clar. Will I live She that is forfeited to lust must dye That humour being unfed begone here comes Exit Le. Enter Malfort in Armour My champion in Armour Malf. What adventure I am bound upon I know not but it is My Mistresses pleasure that I should appear thus I may perhaps be terrible to others But as I am I am sure my shadow frights me The clashing of my Armour in my ears Sounds like a passing-bell and my Buckler puts me In mind of a Bier this my broad Sword a pick-axe To dig my grave O love abominable love What Monsters issue from thy dismal den Clarinda's placket which I must encounter Or never hope to enter Clar. Here 's a Knight errant Monsieur Malfort Malf. Stand stand or I 'le fall for ye Clar. Know ye not my voice Malf. Yes 't was at that I trembl'd But were my false friend Leon here Clar. 'T is he Malf. Where where Clar. He is not come yet Malf. 'T is well for him I am so full of wrath Clar. Or fear This Leon How e're my Kinsman hath abus'd you grosly And this night vowes to take me hence perforce And marry me to another 't was for this Presuming on your love I did entreat you To put your armour on that with more safety You might defend me Mal. And I 'le do it bravely Clar. You must stand here to beat him off and suffer No humane thing to pass you though it appear In my Lords shape or Ladies be not cozen'd With a disguise Mal. I have been fool'd already but now I am wife Clar. You must swear not to stir hence Mal. Upon these lips Clar. Nor move untill I call you Mal. I 'le grow here rather Clar. This nights task well ended I am yours to morrow Keep sure guard Exit Clar. Malf. Adieu My honey-comb how sweet thou art did not A nest of Hornets keep it what impossibilities Love makes me undertake I know my self A natural Coward and should Leon come Though this were Cannon proof I should deliver The wench before he ask'd her I hear some sooting 'T is he where shall I hide my self that is My best defence Enter Cleander Ce. I cannot sleep strange visions Make this poor life I fear'd of late to lose A toy that I grow weary of Malf. 'T is Leon. Ce. What 's that Malf. If you are come Sir for Clarinda I am glad I have her for you I resign My interest you 'll find her in her Chamber 〈◊〉 stay up to tell you so Câ—ean Clarinda and Leon There is something more in this Than I can stay to ask Exit Malf. What a cold pickle And that none of the sweetest do I find My poor self in Clean. Speaks within Yield villain Enter Clarinda and Leon running Cleander following Clar. 'T is my Lord Shift for your self Leon. His life Shall first make answer Kills Cleander For this intrusion Malf. I am going away I am gone already Falls in a swoon Clean. Heaven take mercy on My soul too true presaging Host Clar. He 's dead And this wretch little better Do you stare upon your Handy work Leon. I am amaz'd Clar. Get o're the Garden wall flye for your life But leave your sword behind enquire not why I 'le fashion something out of it though I perish Shaâ—l make way for revenge Leon These are the fruits Of lust Clarinda Clar. Hence repenting Milk-sop Exit Leon. Now 't is too late Lisanders sword I that Puts the sword in Malfort 's hand That is the Base I 'le build on So I 'le raise The house Help murther a most horrid Murther Monsieur Beronte noble Dorilaus All buried in sleep Aye me a murther A most unheard of murther Enter Dorilaus as from bed Dor. More lights Knaves Bâ—ronte Alcidon more lights Enter Beronte Alcidon and Servants with lights Clar. By this I see too much Dor. My Son Cleander bathing In his own gore The Devil to tell truth i' th' shape of An Host Ber. My Brother Malf. I have been I' th' other world in Hell I think these Devils With fire-brands in their paws sent to torment me Though I never did the deed for my lewd purpose To be a Whore master Dor. Who 's that Alci 'T is one in Armour A bloudy sword in his hand Dâ—r Sans question the murtherer Mâ—lf Who I you do me wrong I never had the heart to kill a Chicken Nor do I know this sword Alc. I do too well Ber. I have seen Lisander wear it Clar. This confirms Wâ—â—t yester-night I whisper'd let it work The circumstance may make it good Malf. My Lord and I his murtherer Ber. Drag the villain hence The Rack shall forcâ— a free confession from him Malf. I am struck dumb You need not stop my mouth Ber. Away with him Exit with Malfort Enter Calista and Olinda Cal. Where is my Lord Dor. All that Remains of him lies there look on this object And then turn marble Cal. I am so already Made fit to be his Monument but wherefore Do you that have both life and motion lest you Stand sad spectators of his death And not bring forth his murtherer Ber. That lies in you you must and shall produce him Dor. She Beronte Ber. None else Dor. Thou ly'st I 'le prove it on thy head Or write it on thy heart Alc. Forbear there is Too much blood shed already Ber. Let not choler Stifle your judgment many an honest Father Hath got a wicked Daughter If I prove not With evident proofs her hanâ— was in the bloud Of my dear Brother too good a Husband for her Give your revenge the â—eins and spur it forward Dor. In any circumstance but shew her guilty I 'le strike the first stroak at her Ber. Let me ask A question calmly do you know this Sword Have you not seen Lisander often wear it Dor. The same with which he rescued me Cal. I do what inference from this to make me guilty Ber. Was he not with you in the house to night Cal. No on my soul Ber. Nor ever heretofore In private with you when you feign'd a sickness To keep your Husband absent Cal. Never Sir to a dishonest end Ber. Was not this Woman Your instrument her silence does confess it Here lyes Cleander dead and here the sword Of false Lisander too long cover'd with A masque of seeming truth Dor. And is this all The proof you can alledge Lisander guilty Or my poor Daughter an Adulteress Suppose that she had chang'd discourse with one To whom she ow'd much more Cal. Thou hast thy ends wicked Clarinda She falls Oli. Help the Lady sinks malice hath kill'd her Dor. I would have her live Since I dare swear she 's innocent 't is no time Or place to argue now this cause must be Decided by the Judge and though a Father I will deliver her into the hands Of Justice If she prove true gold when try'd She 's mine if not with curses I 'le
attend you go thy ways Thou hast a clear and noble soul for thy sake I 'll hold that man mine enemy who dares mutter The Court is not the sphere where vertue moves Humanity and Nobleness waiting on her Enter Servant Serv. Two Gentlemen but what they are I know not Their faces are so mustl'd press to see you And will not be deny'd Dor. What e'r they are I am too old to fear Serv. They need no Usher they make their own way Enter Lasander Alcidon Dor. Take you yours Lisander Exit Servant My joy to see you and my sorrow for The danger you are in contend so here Though different passions nay oppos'd in Nature I know not which to entertain Lis Your hate should win the victory from both with justice You may look on me as a Homicide A man whose life is forfeited to the Law But if howe'r I stand accus'd in thought I sin'd against Cleanders life or live Guilty of the dishonour of your Daughter May all the miseries that can fall on man Here or hereafter circle me Dor. To me this protestation 's useless I embrace you As the preserver of my life the man To whom my son ows his with life his honour And howsoever your affection To my unhappy Daughter though it were For I have sifted her in a noble way Hath printed some taint on her fame and brought Her life in question yet I would not purchase The wish'd recovery of her reputation With strong assurance of her innocence Before the King her Judge with certain loss Of my Lisander for whose life if found There 's no redemption my excess of love Though to enjoy you one short day would lengthen My life a dozen years boldly commands me Upon my knees which yet were never bent But to the King and Heaven to entreat you To flye hence with all possible speed and leave Calista to her fortune Lis O blessed Saints forsake her in affliction can you Be so unnatural to your own bloud To one so well deserving as to value My safety before hers shall innocence In her be branded and my guilt escape Unpunish'd does she suffer so much for me For me unworthy and shall I decline Fating the bitter bread of banishment The course of Justice to draw out a life A life I style it false a living death Which being uncompell'd laid down will clear her And write her name a new in the fair legend Of the best women seek not to disswade me I will not like a careless Poet spoil The last Act of my Play till now applauded My giving the World just cause to say I fear'd Death more than loss of Honour Dor. But suppose Heaven hath design'd some Other saving means for her deliverance Lis Other means that is A mischief above all I have groan'd under Shall any other pay my debt while I Write my self Bankrupt or Calista owe The least beholdingness for that which she On all the bonds of gratitude I have seal'd to May challenge from me to be freely tender'd Avert it mercy I will go to my Grave Without the curses of my Creditors I 'll vindicate her fair name and so cancel My obligation to her to the King To whom I stand accountable for the loss Of two of his lov'd subjects lives I 'll offer Mine own in satisfaction to Heaven I 'll pay my time Repentance to the timâ—s Present and future I 'll be register'd A memorable President to admonish Others however valiant not to trust To their abilities to dare and do And much less for the airy words of Honour And false stamp'd reputation to shake off The Chains of their Religion and Allegiance The principal means appointed to prefer Societies and Kingdoms Exit Dor. Let 's not leave him his mind 's much troubles Alc. Were your Daughter free Since from her dangers his distraction rises His cause is not so desperate for the slaughter Of Cloridon and Chrysanthes but it may Find passage to the mercy of the King The motives urg'd in his defence that forc'd him To act that bloudy Scene Dor. Heaven can send ayds When they are least expected let us walk The hour of tryal draws near Alci May it end well Exeunt Enter Olinda and Lidian Oli. That for my love you should turn Hermit Lidian As much amazes me as your report Clarange's dead Lidi He is so and all comforts My youth can hope for Madam with him buried Nor had I ever left my cell but that He did injoin me at his death to shed Some tears of friendship on his Monument And those last Rites perform'd he did dequeath you As the best legacie a friend could give Or I indeed could wish to my embraces Oli. 'T is still more strange is there no foul play in it I must confess I am not sorry Sir For your fair fortune yet 't is fit I grieve The most untimely death of such a Gentleman He was my worthy Servant Lid. And for this acknowledgment if I could prize you at A higher rate I should he was my friend My dearest friend Oli. But how should I be assur'd Sir For slow belief is the best friend of truth Of this Gentlemans death if I should credit it And afterward it fall out contrary How am I sham'd how is your vertue tainted Lid. There is a Frier that came along with me His business to deliver you a Letter From dead Clarange You shall hear his Testimonie Father my reverend Father look upon him Such holy men are Authors of no Fables Enter Clarange with a Letter writ out and Frier Oli. They should not be their lives and their opinions Like brightest purest flames should still burn upwards To me Sir delivers the Letter Clar. If you are the fair Olinda Frier I do not like these cross points Clar. Give me leave I am nearest to my self What I have plotted Shall be pursu'd you must not over-rule me Oli. Do you put the first hand to your own undoing Play to betray your game Mark but this letter Lady I am come to claim your noble promise Reads If you be Mistris of your word ye are mine I am last return'd your riddle is dissolv'd And I attend your faith Your humble servant Clarange Is this the Frier that saw him dead Gâ—â— Lid. 'T is he Clarange on my life I am defeated Such reverend habits juggle my true sorrow For a false friend not worth a tear derided Fri. You have abus'd my trust Oli. It is not well nor like a Gentleman Clar. All stratagems In love and that the sharpest war are lawfull By your example I did change my habit Caught you in your own toyle and triumph in it And what by policy 's got I will maintain With valour no Lisander shall come in again to fetch you off Lid. His honour'd name Pronounc'd by such a treacherous tongue is tainted Maintain thy treason with thy sword With what Contempt I hear it in a Wilderness I durst encounter it and
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
to put to silence A fawning sycophant Fer. Thou speak'st truth in all And mercy is a vice when there needs rigor Which I with all severity will practice And since as subjects they pay not obedience They shall be forc'd as slaves I will remove Their means to hurt and with the means my fears Goe you the fatal executioners Of my commands and in our name proclaim That from this hour I do forbid all meetings All private conferences in the City To feast a neighbor shall be death to talk As they meet in the streets to hold discourse By writing nay by signs see this perform'd And I will call your cruelty to those That dare repine at this to me true service 1 Gard. This makes for us 2 Gard. I now we have employments If we grow not rich 't were fit we should be beggars Fer. Ronvere Exit Guard Ron. My Lord. Cast Thou enemy to Majesty What think'st thou of a kingdom Vil. As of a man That hath power to do ill Cast Or a thing rather That does divide an Empire with the gods Observe but with how little breath he shakes A populous City which would stand unmov'd Against a whirlwind Vil. Then you make him more Than him that rules the winds Cast For me I do profess it Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth I would be mighty Ferrant Fer. who names me Deliver thy thoughts slave thy thoughts and truly Or be no more Cast They rather will deserve Your favour than your fury I admire As who does not that is a loyal subject Your wisdom power your perfect happiness The most blest of mankind Fer. Didst thou but feel The weighty sorrows that fit on a Crown Though thou shouldst find one in the streets Castruccio Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up But since thou art enamour'd of my fortune Thou shalt e'r long taste of it Cast But one day And then let me expire Fer. Goe to my Wardrobe And of the richest things I wear cull out What thou thinkst fit do you attend him sirrah Vil. I warrant you I shall be at his elbow The fool will never leave him Exit Cast Villio Cast Made for ever A shout within Fer. What shout is that draw up our Guards Enter Virolet Ascanio and a Servant Ron. Those rather Speak joy than danger Bring her to my house I would not have her seen here Fer. My Ascanio The most desir'd of all men let me die In these embraces how wert thou redeem'd Asc Sir this is my preserver Fer. At more leisure I will enquire the manner and the means I cannot spare so much time now from my More strickt embraces Virolet welcome too This service weighs down your intended Treason You long have been mine enemy learn now To be my friend and loyal I ask no more And live as free as Ferrant let him have The forty thousand crowns I gladly promis'd For my Ascanio's freedom and deliver His Father and his wife to him in safety Something hath passed which I am sorry for But 't will not now be help'd come my Ascanio And reap the harvest of my winter travels Flourish Cornets My best Ascanio my lov'd Ascanio Vir. My Lord all former passages forgot Exit Fer. Ascanio I am become a suitor Ron. To me Virolet Vir. To you yet will not beg the courtesie But largely pay you for it Ron. To the purpose Vir. The forty thousand crowns the King hath given me I will bestow on you if by your means I may have liberty for a divorce Between me and my wife Ron. Your Juliano That for you hath indur'd so much so nobly Vir. The more my sorrow but it must be so Ron. I will not hinder it without a bribe For mine own ends I would have further'd this I will use all my power Vir. 'T is all I aske Oh my curs'd fate that ever man should hate Himself for being belov'd or be compell'd To cast away a Jewel Kings would buy Though with the loss of Crown and Monarchy Exeunt Enter Sesse Master Boatswain Gunner Sesse How do I look Mast You are so strangely alter'd We scarce can know you so young again and utterly From that you were figure or any favour Your friends cannot discern you Sesse I have none None but my fair revenge and let that know me You are finely alter'd too Boats To please your humour But we may pass without disguise our living Was never in their element Gun This Jew sure That alter'd you is a mad knave Ses Oh! a most excellent fellow Gun How he has mew'd your head has rub'd the snow off And run your beard into a peak of twenty Boats Stopt all the crannies in your face Mast Most rarely Boats And now you look as plump your eies as sparkling As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle Has he not set your nose awry Ses The better Boats I think it be the better but 't is awry sure North and by East I there 's the point it stands in Now halfe a point to the Southward Ses I could laugh But that my business requires no mirth now Thou art a merry fellow Boats I would the Jew Sir Could steer my head right for I have such a swimming in 't Ever since I went to Sea first Mast Take Wine and purge it Boats I have had a thousand pils of Sack a thousand A thousand pottle Pills Gun Take more Boats Good Doctor Your patient is easily perswaded Mast The next fair open weather Methinks this Jew If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers And decay'd Ladies that have lost their fleeces On every bush he might pick a pretty living Boats The best of all our gallants should be glad of him For if you mark their marches they are tender Soft soft and tender then but observe their bodies And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon Or some Physitian for a year or two And then to th' tub again for a new pickle This Jew might live a Gentile here Ent. 2 Cittizens at both doors saluting afar off Ses What are these Stand câ—ose and mark Boats These are no men th' are motions Ses What sad and ruthful faces Boats How they duck This senceless silent courtesie methinks Shews like two Turks saluting one another Upon two French Porters backs Ses They are my Countrey-men And this some forc'd infliction from the tyrant What are you why is this why move thus silent As if you were wandring shadows why so sad Your tongues seal'd up are ye of several Countries You understand not one another Gun That 's an Englishman He looks as though he had lost his dog Ses Your habits Shew ye all Neopolitanes and your faces Deliver you oppressed things speak boldly Do you groan and labor under this stiff yoak Mast They shake their heads and weep Ses Oh misery Give plenteous sorrow and no tongues to shew ' em This is a studied cruelty 1 Cit. Begone Sir t seems you
are a stranger and save your self 2 Cit. You wonder here at us as much we wonder To hear you speak so openly and boldly The Kings command being publisht to the contrary 'T is death here above two to talk together And that must be but common salutation neither Short and so part Boats How should a man buy mustard If he be forc'd to stay the making of it Within 1. Clear all the streets before the King 1 Cit. Get off Sir And shift as we must do Exeunt Citizens Ses I 'll see his glory Mast Stand fast now and like men Flourish Colours Enter Castruccio like the King in the midst of a Guard Villio Cast Begin the game Sir And pluck me down the Row Of houses there They hide the view o' th' hill and sink those Merchants Their ships are foul and stink Mast This is a sweet youth Cast All that are taken in assemblies Their houses and their wives their wealths are forfeit Their lives at your devotion Villains Knaves I 'll make you bow and shake I 'll make you kneel Rogues How brave 't is to b a King Gun Here 's fine tumbling Cast No man shall sit i' th' temple near another Boats Nor lie with his own wife Cast All upon pain Of present death forget to write Boats That 's excellent Carriers and Footposts will be arrant rebels Cast No character or stamp that may deliver This mans intention to that man i' th' Countrey Gun Nay an you cut off after my hearty commendatinos Your friend and Oliver No more Cast No man smile And wear face of mirth that fellows cunning And hides a double heart he 's your prize smoke him Enter Virolet Ronvero Ascanio and Martia passing over Ses What base abuse is this Ha 't is her face sure My prisoners with her too by heaven wild whore Now is my time Mast Do what you will Ses Stay hold yet My Countrey shall be serv'd first let her go We 'll have an hour for her to make her tremble Now shew our selves and bless you with your valours Guard Here 's a whole plump of Rogues Virolet and they off again Ses Now for your Countrey Cast Away with 'em and hang 'em shew no mercy I say no mercy Ses Be it so upon ' em Guard Treason treason treason Boats Cut the slaevs to giggets Gun Down with the Bul-beefs Ses Hold hold I command you look here Cast A miserable thing I am no King Sir Ses Sirrah your fools-face has preserv'd your life Wear no more Kings coats you have scap'd a scouring Boats I' st not the King Ses No 't is a prating Rascal The puppy makes him mirth Cast Yes Sir I am a puppy Boats I beseech you let me hang him I 'll do 't in my Belt straight Cast As you are honourable It is enough you may hang me Gun I 'll hang a squib at 's tail That shall blow both his buttocks like a petard Cast Do any thing But do not kill me Gentlemen Enter Citizen Boates Let 's flea him and have him flye blown Cit. Away and save your lives The King himself is coming on if you stay You are lost for ever let not so much nobleness Wilfully perish Sess How near 2. Cit. He 's here behind you Ex. Sess Boatsw Saylers Citizens Sess We thank you vanish Enter Ferand Ronvere Florish Cornets Fer. Double the Guards and take in men that dare These slaves are frighted where are the proud Rebels To what protection fled what villain leads ' em Under our nose distur'd our rest Ronver. We shall hear For such a search I have sent to hunt the Traytors Fer. Yet better men I say we stand too open How now Castruchio how do you like our glory Cast I must confess 't was somewhat more than my match Sir This open glory agrees not with my body But if it were i th' Castle or some strength Where I might have my swinge Vil. You have been swing'd brother How these delights have tickled you you itch yet Will you walk out again in pomp Cast Good Fool. Vil. These rogues must be rebuked they are too sawcy These peremptory Knaves Will you walk out Sir And take the remnant of your Coronation The people stay to see it Fer. Do not vex him H 'as grief enough in 's bones you shall to the Citadel And like my self command there use your pleasure But take heed to your person Vil. The more danger Still the more honor Brother Cast If I reign not then And like a King and thou shalt know it fool And thou shalt feel it fool Vil. Fools still are freemen I 'll sue for a protection till thy reign 's out Fer. The people have abus'd the liberty I late allow'd I now proclaim it straighter No men shall walk together nor salute For they that do shall dye Ronver. You hit the right Sir That liberty cut off you are free from practise Fer. Renew my guards Ronver. I shall Fer. And keep strict watches One hour of joy I ask Ron. You shall have many Exeunt Flor. Cor. Pandulfo and Juliana led by two of the guard as not yet fully recovered 1. Guard You are now at liberty in your own house Lady And here our charge takes end Pand. 'T is now a Custom We must even wooe those men deserve worst of us And so we thank your labors there 's to drink For that and mischief are your occupations And to mean well to no man your chief'st harvests 2. Gard. You give liberally we hope Sir er 't be long To be oftner acquainted with your bounty And so we leave you Pand. Do for I dote not on ye Jul. But where 's my Husband what should I do here Or what share have I in this joy call'd liberty Without his company Why did you flatter me And tell me he was return'd his service honor'd 1 Gard. He is so and stands high in the Kings favor His friends redeemed and his own liberty From which yours is deriv'd confirm'd his service To his own wish rewarded so fare-well Lady Ex. Guard Pand. Go persecute the good and hunt ye hell-hounds Ye Leeches of the time suck till ye burst slaves How does my girl Jul. Weak yet but full of comfort Pand. Sit down and take some rest Jul. My heart 's whole Father That joys and leaps to hear my Virolet My Dear my life has conquer'd his afflictions Pand. Those rude hands and that bloody will that did this That durst upon thy tender body print These Characters of cruelty hear me heaven Jul. O Sir be sparing Pand. I 'll speak it tho I burst And tho the ayr had ears and serv'd the Tyrant Out it should go O here me thou great Justice The miseries that wait upon their mischiefs Let them be numberless and no eye pitty Them when their souls are loaden and in labour And wounded through and through with guilt and horror As mine is now with grief let men laugh at 'em Then
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