the passage sent back my words That were already on the place Melid. Stay there is yet a way Iph. O speake it Mel. But there is danger in 't Iphigene To thee high danger Iph. Fright children in the darke with that And let me know it Ther 's no such thing in nature if Almerin be lost Mel. Thus then You must be taken prisoner too And by that exchange save Almerin Iph. How can that be Mel. VVhy studies Step in and pray him set his hand To the Iaylor About this distance his seale too Iai. My Lord I know not what that is Mel. Setling of money busines foole betwixt us Iai. If 't be no more Mel. Tell him Iphigene and I desire it Exit I 'le send by Strathocles his servant A letter to Morat thus signed and sealed That shall informe the sudden execution Command him as the onely meanes To save his life to sally out this night Upon the Quarters and endeavour prisoners Name you as most secure and slightliest guarded Best pledge of safety but charge him That he kill not any if 't be avoydable Lest it should enrage the King yet more And make his death more certaine Enter Iailour with the writings Iai. He understands it not He sayes but he hath sent it Iph. But should Morat mistrust now Or this miscarry Mel. Come leave it to me I le take the Pylots part And reach the port or perish in the art Actus Secundus Enter Almerin in prison Alm. Sleepe is as nice as woman The more I court it the more it flies me Thy elder brother will be kinder yet Unsent for death will come to morrow Well what can to morrow doe 'T will cure the sence of honour lost I and my discontents shall rest together VVhat hurt is there in this But death against the will Is but a slovingly kind of potion And though prescrib'd by Heaven It goes against mens stomacks So does it at fourescore too when the soul 's Mew'd up in narrow darknesse Neither sees nor heares Pish t is meere fondnesse in our nature A certaine clownish cowardise that still Would stay at home and dares not venter Into forraigne Countries the better then Its owne ha what Countries for we receive Description of the world from our Divines â— As blind men take relations of this from us My thoughts lead me into the darke And there they leave me I le no more on 't He knocks within there some papers a light I le write toth ' King Defie him and provoke a quick dispatch I would not hold this lingring doubtfull state So long agen for all that hope can give Enter 3. or 4. of the guard with papers writing That Sword doth tempt me strangely VVer 't in my hands t' were worth the other two But then the guard it sleepes And drinkes may be to contrive If so that I could not passe Why if I fall in 't t is better yet then pageantry A Scaffold or spectators more Souldier like one of the guard peepes over his shoulder Vncivill villaine read my letter 1. Guard Not I not I my Lord Alm. Deny it too snatches his sword strikes him 1. Guard Murder murder Arme arme The Guard runs out Alm. I le follow give the Alarum within T is less suspitious arme arme arme The enemy the enemy Exit Sol, Let them come Let them come let them come Enter Souldiers running o're the stage one throwing away his armes Enter Almerin Al. I heare fresh noise The Camp 's in great disorder where am I now 'T is strangely darke goddesse without eyes Be thou my guide for blindnesse and sight Are equall sence and equall use this night Exit Enter Granivert Stratheman Villanor Marrinell Gra. Trouble not thy selfe child of discontent T will take no hurt I warrant thee The state is but a little drunke And when 't has spewd up that that made it so T will be well agen ther 's my opinion in short Mar. Th' art in the right The state 's a prety forehanded state And will doe reason hereafter Let 's drinke and talke no more on 't Al. A good motion a good motion le ts drinke Vil. I I le ts drinke Stra. Come to a mistris Gra. Agreed name name Vil. Any body Vermillia Gra. Away with it Shee s pretty to walke with And witty to talke with And pleasant to thinke on But the best use of all Is her health is a stawle And helps us to make us drinke on Stra. Excellent Gentlemen if you say the word VVee 'l vant credit and affect high pleasure Shall we Vil. I I Let 's doe that Stra. VVhat thinke you of the sacrifice now Mar Come wee 'l have it For trickling teares are vaine Vil. The sacrifice what 's that Stra. Child of ignorance 't is a campe health An Alamode one Granivert begin it Gra. Come give it me Let me see Picks up a Rose Which of them this Rose will serve hum hum hum Bright Star o' the lower Orbe twinkling inviter Which draw'st as well as eyes but sets men righter For who at thee begins comes to the place Sooner then he that sets out at the face Eyes are seducing lights that the good women know And hang out these a nearer way to shew Mar. Fine and patheticall come Villanor Vil. What 's the matter Mar. Come your liquour and your stanzons Lines lines Vil. Of what Mar. Why of any thing your Mistris has given you Vil. Gentlemen she never gave me any thing but a box O' th eare for offering to kisse her once Stra. Of that box then Mar. I I of that box of that box Vil. Since it must be give me the poyson then Drinkes That Box faire Mistris which thou gav'st me and spits Inhumane guesse is like to cost me three Three cups of wine and verses six The Rime will down but verse for Rime still stickes By which you all will easily Gentles know I am better drinke then a Po Enter Doran Mar. La you there now Doran Doran Gra. A Hall a Hall To welcome our friend Some liquour he A newer fresh face Must not alter our pace But make us stil drink the quicker hoe Wine Wine O t is Divine Come let us unto our brother What 's at the tongues end It forth doth send And will not a sillable smother Then It unlockes the brest And throwes out the rest And learnes us to know each other Dor. Mad lads have yee been heere ever since Stra. Yes faith thou seest the worst of us We debauch in discipline Foure and twenty houres is the time Burrutheus had the watch to night To morrow 't will be at my tent Dor. Good and d ee know what has fallen out to night Stra. Yes Granivert and my Lieutenant Colonell But they are friends agen Dor. Pish pish the young Palatine of Florence And his grave guardian surpris'd to night Carried by the enemy out of his quarters Gra. As a Chicken by a Kite out of a back-side Was 't not so
THE DISCONTENTED COLONELL Written by Sir IOHN SUCKLIN LONDON Printed by E. G. for Francis Eagles-field and are to be sold at the Marrigold in Pauls Church-yard The Sceane Poland The Actors Names SIgismond King of Poland Miessa Melidor A Lord Counsellours to the King Brennoralt a discontent Doran His Friend Villanor Granivert Marrinell Cavaliers and Officers Vnder Brennoralt Strathman Fresolin Brother to Francelia Iphigene young Palatine of Florence Palatine of Menser Governour one of the chiefe Rebells Palatine of Trock a Rebell Almerin a gallant Rebell Morat his Lieutenant Colonell Francelia the Governours Daughter Orillia a waiting woman to Francelia Raguelin a servant in the governours House but spy to Brennoralt Iailor Guard Souldiers THE DISCONTENTED COLONELL Actus primus Scena prima Enter Brennoralt Doran Bren. I Say the Court is but a narrow circuit Though something elevate about the common A kind of Ants nest in the great wilde field Orecharg'd with multitudes of quick inhabitants Who still are miserably busied get in What the loose foot of prodigality As fast doth throw abroad Dor. Good A most eternall place of low affronts And then as low submissions Bren. Right High cowards in Revenges 'mongst themselves And onely valiant when they mischiefe others Dor. Stars that would have no name But for the ills they threaten in conjunction Bren. A race of shallow and unskillfull Pilots Which doe misguide the ship even in the calm And in great stormes serve but as weight To sinke it Alarum within More prithee more T is musique to my melancholy Enter Souldier My Lord a cloud of dust and men The sentinells from the East gate discover And as they guesse the storme bends this way Bren. Let it be Sol. My Lord Bren. Let it be I will not fight to day Bid Strathman draw to the Trenches On prithee on Dor. The King employes a company of formall Leards Men who have no other other proofe of their Long life but that they are old Bren. Right and if they 'r wise T is for themselves not others As old men ever are Alarum Enter Souldier Sol. Colonell Colonell The enemy 's at hand kills all the Centries Yong Alermin leads them on agen Bren. Let him lead them off agen then Second Sol. Colonell Bren. Be gone If th' a afraid goe hide thy selfe Second Sol. What a devill ayles hee Exit Bren. This Almerin's the ague of the Campe He shakes it once a day Dor. It is the ill conscience rather He never lets it rest Would I were at home agen S'foot we lye here i th' trenches as if it were For a wind to carry us in the other World every houre we expect I 'le no more on 't Bren. Prithee Dor. Not I by heaven Bren. What man the worst is but faire death Dor. And what will that amount to Faire Epitaph a fine account I le home I sweare Enter Strathman Stra. Arme arme my Lord And shew your selfe all 's lost else Dor. Why so Stra. The Rebells like an unruly flood Roule o're the Trenches and throw downe All before them Bren. Ha Stra. Wee cannot make a stand Bren. He would out-rivall us in honour too As well as love but that he must not doe Helpe me Stratheman puts on Armour The danger now growes worthy of our swords And O Doran would heaven there were No other storme then this worst Tempest here Exeunt Enter Marrinell throwing downe one he carries Mar. There The Sun 's the nearest surgeon I know And the honestest if thou recoverest why so If not the cure 's paid they have mauld us Enter Granivert with another upon his back Gran. A curse light on this powder It spoiles valour er'e t' is halfe way it's journey What a disadvantage fight we upon in this age He that did well heretofore Had the broad faire day to shew it in Witnesses enough we must beleeve one another 'T is night when we begin Smalke by this hand I can beare with you No longer how now dead as I live Stolne away just as he used to a wench Well goe thy wayes for a quiet drinker and dyer I shall never know thy fellow searches his pockets These trifles too about thee There was never an honester poore wretch Borne I thinks hum Marrinell she spies Marrinell Mar. Who 's that Gra. T is I Hem how goes matters Mar. Scurvily enough Yet since our Colonell came they 've got no ground Of us a weake Sculler against wind and Tide Would have done as much harke This way the Torrent beares Exeunt Enter Fresolin Almerin Rebells Fre. The villaines all have left us Alm. Would they had left their feares Behind them with the enemy But come since we must Exeunt Enter Brennoralt Souldiers Bren. Hoe Stratheman Skirt on the left hand with the horse And get betwixt these and that body They 'r rallied up for rescue Dor. They 'r ours Bren. Charge through Exeunt A shout within Enter Brennoralt Stratheman Doran Marrinell Bren, VVhat shout is that Stra. They 've taken Almerin my Lord Bren. Almerin the devill thanke them for 't VVhen I had hunted hard all day And now at length unhearded the proud deare The curs have snatch't him up sound a retreat Ther 's nothing now behind who saw Doran Stra. Shal we bring Almerin in my Lord Bren. No Gazing is low Triumph Convey him fairely to the King Hee fought it fairely Doran VVhat youth was that whom you bestrid my Lord And sav'd from all our Swords to day VVas he not of the enemy Bren. It may be so Stra. The Governors sonne Fresolin his mistresses brother in Dorancare Bren. No matter whom Pity the rough hand of war should earely Courages destroy before they bud Or shew themselves i' th heate of action Mar. I threw my Lord a youth upon a banke Which seeking after the retreat I found Dead and a Woman the pretty daughter Of the Forrester Lucillia Bren. See see Doran a sad experiment Woman 's the cowardliest and coldest thing The world brings forth Yet love as fire workes water Makes it boile over and doe things contrary To its proper nature I should shed a teare could I tell how Poore Lucillia thou didst for me what did As ill become thee see her gently buried Boy send the surgeon to the tent I bleed What lowsy cottages they 'ave given our soules Each petty storme shakes them into disorder And costs more paine to patch them up againe Then they are worth by much I 'me weary of the tenement Exeunt Enter Villanor Granivert Marrinell and Stratheman Gra. Villanor welcome welcome when cam'st thou Vil. Look I weare the Kings high way still on my bootes Gra. A pretty riding phrase and how and how Ladies cheapâ— Vil. Faith reasonable Those toyes were never deare thou know'st A little time and industry they 'l cost But in good faith not much some few there are That set themselves at mighty rates Gra. Which we o' th wise passe by As things are valued in the market I'