miserable prisoners were sometimes near famished none daring to relieve them lest the jealous King might have them in suspition Thus by this child of virtue and innocence gained they what they pined for food and comfort But behold the effects of mad melancholy it exâ—sperates the blinded Prince to this strange resolve He hearing of the immoderate joy and pleasure that the King his father took in his little Grandchild Fatyma being incapable of obtaining any better revenge vowes to rob him of that his Darling though hâ— wounded him through his own sides So strong and so sweet a passion is Revenge So that one time when his sad Wâ—fe and Son were sitting by him in comes pretty Fatyma with relief unto her Father by all actions of love and duty striving to shâ—w her selfe obedient Such time cuâ—sed time as this young Princess played about him the Prince called hâ—r who readily came to him to be mâ—de much of but see a hâ—rrid entertainment for instead of the embraces of love with admirable celerity and rage grasping her tender Neck with his strong and wrathfull hands whirling her about ere she could implore pitty the inraged Son of a cruell Father threw staâ—k dead upon the floor his own daughter Fatyma and in her the chief joy left to himself and his distrested Princess for the comfoâ—t of his revenge how sweet soever in the Act vanâ—shed with it the excessive delight of the aged King and sole ornament and comfort of all that Kingdom that seemed to enjoy the greatest of their condition for the Heir was with his Father buryed alive in a too early and unjust captivity His poor Princess with all the strength of her weakness seeing the Act struggled with him crying out to him that it was Fatyma that he killed little thinking he therefore killed her because Fatyma But he hearing his Son Soffie cry out too in blind sort pursued him who led by his better fate escaped down the stairs and was safe Fatyma dead begat as much sorrow and rage in old Abbas as alive she did love who now sends threats of terrible satisfactions as Famine Chains Strapadoes and all sharp and exquisite tortures to the inraged Prince his Son who by his Messengeâ—s returns his Father as many bitter curses hopes of better and more perfect revenge and wishes of whole Cataracts of miseries to poure themselves upon him In this Rage he spent two sad dayes and in the third with a Roman resolution gave a period to his sufferings in this world by quaffing off a cup of poyson to the confusion of his unnatural Father The sad Princess his Wife like a true Turtle surfeiting with sorrow mew'd her self up and since that time has seldom been seen by any Lastly Allybeg's Treason being discovered by a woman we end with the punishment of the Conspirators the Kings reassuming of the Princes friends into his favour and declaring of his Son Soffie Heir to the Persian Dignity after his Grandfather Abbas his decease which happening in the year 1629. the young Prince took upon him the Empire aged sixteen years hopeful and ingenious so fresh in memory is this sad story The persons of the Play EMIR-HAMZE-MIRZA'S Ghost ABBAS King of Persia. MAHOMETALLY-BEG the Kings Favourite BELTAZAR a privy Counsellour FARRABAN Courtiers creatures to Allybeg SELEVCVS Courtiers creatures to Allybeg ELCHEE A Duke vice-roy of Hyrcania MATZED Collonels and his creatures MOZENDRA Collonels and his creatures BENEFIAN Collonels and his creatures FLORADELLA The Kings Concubine OLYMPA Couâ—t Ladies EARINA Couâ—t Ladies OMAY Couâ—t Ladies CLOE Floradella's woman MIRZA The Prince SOFFIE a child his Son EMANGOLY Duke of Shiras and Lievtenant Generall of the Army under the Prince METHICVLI Noble men Officers in the Army fast friends to the Prince HYDASFVS Noble men Officers in the Army fast friends to the Prince ALKAHAM Noble men Officers in the Army fast friends to the Prince DORIDO a Page to the Prince VASCO Page to Emangoly NYMPHADORA The Princess FATIMA Her Daughter a Child IFFIDA The Princesses woman PAGES Seven MVTES Executioners Two THEEVES OFFICERS SOULDIERS CHORUS THE SCENE PERSIA MIRZA Act. 1. EMIR-HAMZE-MIRZA'S Ghost AND dost thou swim in Pleasures Tyrant still Or hast thou got a Patent to do iâ— When will the date expire hast thou not yet Contracted guilt enough that th' ponderous weight Of all thy Tyrannies Raâ—ines Murders fell May like a Milstone sink thee quick to Hell Are these too light leave thy Adulteries Thy Rapes thy Incests heaps of Perjuries And Ghomorean sports no sting behind Or are the Gods grown all like Fortune blind Or has dull IOVE no Thunder left Doth not 1. The murder of our Sire so soon forgot 2. And Me deserve a Bolt Sleep'st thou with what Philtries is thy strange Pillow stuft do not Ten thousand Furâ—es with their flaring hair And knotted whips of wire at thee still stare And threaten stripes Is our great Fathers Ghost Weary with haunting thee or us'd to 't do'st Account it now familiar and not quake If so behold I come from the dark Lake To be thy evill Genius and distill Into thy darker bosom deeds shall fill The measure of thy sins up and pull down With violent hand heavens vengeance on thy Crowâ— The foul Fiend aid thy councells and unto Thee dictate what he would but cannot do Discovers Abbas in his study Upon thy self and thine own Princely line Revenge our Fathers wronged Ghost and mine Inherit all my fury and obey What jealousie shall prompt mine did I say Alas vain voice how weak is that for thee The spirits of all unnaturall Fathers be Doubled upon thee 3. Act what the Mogull 4. And Turk shall start to hear what 5. th' Tartar shal Pitty what 6. BAHAMAN could not wish should be And 7. the Arabian will lament to see Faulter not in thy course now but pursue New mischiefs till no mischief can be new No cruell actions unlesse throughly done Are done secure Let not thy gallant Son Engrosse the subjects loves all his brave parts And deeds are Privy seales to take up hearts How will he stick arm'd with the strength o' th Land To snatch the Scepter from thy hated hand As thou didst from thy Father Such dire deeds Are still revenged with their like no seeds So fruitfull are as wrongs Who doth not thirst For Soveraign sway or who that may be first Is pleas'd with being second then do thou Begin with him and wait not the first blow But with a Sons and Grandchilds blood appease Fathers and brothers Ghosts What though thine ease Be bought with razing out the family And strangling th' hopes of all Posterity What need'st thou care so here thy race be even If when thou fall'st the Poles and studds of Heaven Be shiver'd the starrs quench'd thy house great names And all the world too with thee sink in flames Free villanies a hated reign assure And swords still drawn dire deeds dire deeds secure ABBAS The vow is
Father Mother brother But for a dungeon She weeps Abb. Come these thoughts will over As time and more discretion wins upon thee â—ts fit thou be as free from the reward Of his foul treasons as thou wert from them He may be yet restor'd how ere his Name Though stain'd with this one blot shall ever stand Full and Majestick in great Historie For noble acts yet shall those Histories And after times boast thee his chiefest Act That fame him most But which of all the pleasures That court thee here dost thou most favour child Fat Musick it feeds my melancholy and Brings Paradise into my thoughts OLYMPA Tells me the soul is only harmony And Musick built the world Abb. Come child within Thou shalt have some shall please thee Fat 'T must be sad then MAHOMET-ALLYBEG ELCHEE HE was indeed the very soul of war The thunderbolt had TYPAEUS fought like him Great JOVE had been his Prisoner Elc. Heavens whose ears Have not his Trumpets tingled in what fears In Persia's foes have his brac'd Drums awak'd What enemies face has not his hand besmear'd With blood and glorious dust what land what fields Has not his sword manur'd with hostile blood Whose triumphs have not his deafned his heard To and beyond 1 Byzantiums walls of fire Mah. But now O lost lost is our hope our glory And fortune of our name except Elc. Except My Lord and can yet all the Gods if they Should sit in counsell form a remedie Mah. Yes yes dear ELCHEE there 's a way yet open To rescue Persia's glory and our comfort Elc. O speak it and be our good Genius Mah. And 't is my Lord a way wherein the Love I bear to you would have you high and eminent Nature and vertue have done their parts in you And Art and education better'd both The dignities and honours that you hold Are no more then your birth assign'd you to Were your parts lesse I 'd have those scores of merit You 've put upon the age paid double to you But how the course the King now takes will do it Your new disgrace at Court assures you So that if justice honour or endearments Were silent all the many disobligements The King has given you call you loud enough To th'Princes Party Elc. I my Lord have studied Not to divide my soveraigne from himselfe His interest and the Princes I count one How ere his anger has now sever'd them And were I once assured in my reason That his dis-favour of the Prince were just I 'd onely mourn his fall as much from Vertue As from his honours Mah. 'T is but the jealousie Of 's guilty mind perswades this cruelty To th' Prince and to himselfe he being his hope Good JOVE what fears what doubtful apprehensions Do wicked Actions leave in cruell minds His Fathers Ghost and Brothers haunt him daily And MIRZA he thinks must needs requite the blows He gave to them Nor will this humour cease But grow upon him still with its fond Nurse Old testy age that 's subject in its self To fears and doubts and sees all dangers double Elc. That 's his disease my Lord but now the cure Mah. What but a hard and seeming violent one Why may'nt you martiall men rally your powers Free the brave Prince secure his hopefull Son And then maintain 't and force his frenzy from him Elc. That looks too like Rebellion Mah. O successe Is a rare paint that which succeeds is good When the same Action if it failes is naught Elc. Indeed would the young SOFFIE were safe Mah. To wish it onely is but womanish Attempt it and he is Think but my Lord The innocent Babe calls from his prison to us And are these hands that never could deserve them So soon for fetters Believe it DAMOCLES sword Hung not by a less threed then the Kings doth Ore that sweet hope of Persia one mad fit Destroyes the race and glory of the Empire He grows apace and the old Tyrant knows The children whose Parents have been wrong'd Inherit all their hatred and are dangerous What factions then what numbers of Pretenders Will not with force assert their fancied Titles And shalt thou fairest Mother Persia be Torn by the factious hands of thine own Children Forbid it Heaven Elc. MIRZA'S deserts plead too Mah. Yes and that loud shall I that spar'd no blood No toyl dear quondam Souldiers to adorne Your heads with Palm your memories with fame Now pine and find no courteous hand will knock My unworthy shackles off Is Honour Love And Gratitude all blinded with me too Elc. Who should begin Mah. It works it works why you Or Lor any body well begun The work 's more then halfe ended A small force And handsome Declaration will find none Such Enemies to themselves as to oppose Nor do the Princes high deserts his Sons Apparant danger or our Honours call Louder then our own safeties they are too At stake He whose wild rage could reach a Father Brother Son and I may say a Grand-child Will not spare us but you or I or any May daily feed the monster of his fury Elc. 'T is but too probable like a mad man he 'l Hurl stones at all alike Mah. And like a mad man His present state appears with sorrow I See him like one distracted about to murder His best friends and himselfe and doth not this Condition call for helpe O let us pitty The Father of our Country and interpose Betweene his fury and his violence 'T is Duty not Rebellion We 'l restore him To 's wits againe and then he 'l thank us all For hindring's making of himselfe away How would the young mad Greek have hugg'd that servant Had hindr'd him in 's drunken frolick from Murdering his friend Elc. Our ABBAS jealousie Is no lesse wild then ALEXANDER'S wine Both perfect madnesse and the fit once over He 'l see his error and be sorry too Mah. Then how shall they appeare lovely in story Firm in the Kings the Princes Peoples loves That like good Angels sav'd all that was deare Mong us to Gods to Honour and the Empire An Action no lesse glorious then is ATLAS His bearing up the sinking Globe from ruine Elc. My Lord EMANGOLY is well belov'd And now enough incens'd to make the head Of the design 't will work his reconcilement With the King too Mah. No no my Lord why should you Thrust from your selfe so fair a fortune do 't And let me serve you in 't your hand my head Our Purses and our friends together do it Besides EMANGOLY is too much disgrac'd And men will say his hatred to the King And not his love or to the Prince or Empire Put him in Armes Elc. They 'l say the same of me Bear you the name head both the act and Plot. Mah. I ne'r meant other 2 good aside Gelden but to ride you Elc. I shall have honour enough in serving you Mah. Well Sir I le be no courtier with
To death it shall I 'le kisse it out of him Mâ—h My better Angell ah how poor am I That there are not more worlds then one that I Might cast their crownes into thy lap for this Flo. Your love my Lord shall set me higher then if I rode with HECATE in her ebon Charriot Or held the reins of JUNO's yoaked Peacocks To hold that heart is above all dominion FLORADELLA CLOE HOw stately a thing it is to be a Queen O that I now could but look into Heaven To see how our great sister IUNO shakes Her Scepter ore the world and learn her carriage We now must speak i th' plurall number CLOE Dost thou not see new Majestie spring in us And all our looks speak Queen Clo. Madam I would Fortune had been as free to you as nature Then had that honour long ago rewarded That beauty which did ever merit it Flo. CLOE bestow thy wishes on the needy Fortune has humbled her selfe to us and Ask'd pardon for so long keeping our right From our possession a fault she 'l now amend And be our servant ever Go provide State Ornaments and regall Robes for us Jewells will cost whole Provinces to purchase And yet receive new lustre from our wearing Hast any sisters friends or kinswomen Prefer them to us thou shalt have the favour T' appoint our maids of honour and a set Of servants for us 'gainst our Coronation Dull and insensible what didst thou meet Thy Mothers Ghost this morning fasting that Thou starest so do not our eyes proclaime it And all our steps say they are towards a Throne The poverty of thy soule Clo. She 's mad and raves aside Flo. Have we not taken care for all events That can betide us Have not we remov'd All that stood stiffe and many in our way Goes not the levy's on flow not friends to us Is not the Castle ours and Shiras too Is not all ours Or shall be when I 've given Th' old Dotard King his pasport in a kisse To th' other worâ—d thither a Dag or draught Shall send the Prince and a Plumb SOFFIE Who then is Emperour wench but MAHOMEâ— His head has laid it and his hand shall act it His ready Army shall crush all gain-sayers Clo. Perhaps you too aside Flo. What mutter you me too Clo. O how her Plumes would fall now should I tell her aside What I ore-heard Flo. What is 't you mumble Gossip Clo. Madam you 'l pardon me at your last meeting But one with my Lord MAHOMET I was curious To listen and ore-heard some doubtful words As if he 'd onely serve his turn of you Flo. Pish pish He knew you listned therefore spoke so If so he spoke to try my confidence Perhaps or mock your curiosity No well he knows he never can requite My love with a lesse dowry then the Empire I have deserv'd it of him and I 'l never Be jealous of his love â—lo What toyes doth fancy aside Suggest to us in favour of our selves Well I had best comply Indeed perhaps His great wit play'd with me but could he see me Flo. Yes my selfe saw you Clo. Then 't was so but yet Me thought the maner spoke him serious But sure the Army do's not mean his rule But to restore the Prince Flo. Tush Soldiers know not Their own intents 't is as the Generall pleases Who has an Army up and a strong Purse May work them easily unto any thing 'T is done 't is done my CLOE 't is high time For us to practice Queen-ship thus do we Indulge our hand our trusty maid of honour Clo. May 't please your Majestie then Cloe kisses her hand must I begin To know my selfe and set a higher price Upon my beauty Flo. 'T is indeed a virtue To prize our selves enough CLOE as we passe Bear up our traine so Not so neer our Grace â—lo High ho my Heart I shall have a sweet place MIRZA NYMPHADORA SOFFIE IFFIDA PAGE O The seven Bandogs are let loose againe Upon me HERCULES HERCULES canst not heare Prethee lend me thy club the Lubber's sore With 's labours still and sleeps and hears me not Nym. Why let you him come out thus Sof Alas Madam He broke through's all and cals us all his Hangmen Mir. See! Lightning flashes from their eyes Sof Hark Madam Mâ—r. Every one of them is a match for CYCLOPS Yet will I charge them all alone O O. Nym. O. Iff. Help help Sof Page hold him from violence Mir. Th' hast hit me right TYPHAEUS He runs his head against a Post and falls The Princess turns away astonished and weeps the rest fall down about him thou hast Centaure Nym. O heavens if there be any powers that pitty The miseries of their Creaturâ—s look down on him The fight 's enough to move a heavenly nature Mir. So MIMAS hold PORPHYRIO strike no more I am TYPHAEUS Prisoner Nym. Lay not hands Upon him keep him but from farther hurt Mir. CHARON oh CHARON Pag. Nay my Lord. Mir. Come CHARON Quick sirrah Sculler row me to Elyzâ—um Nym. Alas the frenzies high talk not much to him Mâ—â— But now ha'nt I a halfe-penny for the waftage No matter though I 'l snatch the slaves Oare from him And if he grumbles knock his brains out with it And CERBERVS his too if the Cur snarls at me So I am pas't without a Sop now which Of all my friends shall I first meet Nym. O Gods Give me more ease or else more punishment For I with this can neither die nor live Mir. Who 's that That 's PROSERPINE bewailing of Her Rape the silly wench would faine be with Her Mother again Nym. O make me either happy Again or wretched till you can no more Mir. 'T is so t is she she 's warm and Takes her hand sofâ— as air Sweet PROSERPINE Sof Madam apply your selfe A little to his passion Mâ—r. Beauteous Queen O'th'under world do'nt men when they come hither Though blind above have here their eyes restor'd Nym. Alas I cannot flatter his wild frenzy Sof Pray Madam seem to be what he conceits you Mâ—r. What art thou GANYMED and if thou bee'st Good yellow-tressed Boy intreat thy Master When next he thunders to bestow a bolt On ABBAS head 't will not be cast away The man deserves it but that plague's too quick Desire him rather send him 5 PHINEVS Harpyes He merits them as much as the Arcadian He've put out his Sons eyes too hear'st small skinker Sof Yes and when next I wait I 'l do the errand Iff. He wants no Furies he has all in 's breast Mir. Hah art thou a Furie good TISIPHONE Get thee to Persia then and take thy sister ERINNYS with thee and torment the Tyrant Iff. Well sir he shall not want for torments Mir. Hark yet Prethee new wire thy whip before thou goest And tie more knots on 't take fresh Snakes too with thee He is my Father I 'd have him want nothing 6 May all
made nor shall thy flattering Fate O MIRZA contradict it though thy Troops Stood like a wall about thee nay though IOVE Presse all the Gods to guard thee and should arme Them every one with Thunder I would through I 'l tear the groundsells of thy Towers up And make their nodding spires kisse the Centre But I will reach thy heart thy heart proud Victor The power that I have climb'd to ere my time Cannot be safe if any reach too near it I feel my Crowns totter upon my head Me thinks and see him ready stand to latch them Was I a Prince born to the Persian greatnesse 8. Set equall with the Gods and as ador'd As is 9. the Sun our Brother and shall I Be bearded by a Son a beam of me And like a Cypher add but to his value I will hereafter call thee viper ever If thou canst lose thy filiall Duty I Can lose my Bowells and on thy ruines build A Pyramid to my revenge and safety I that would wrest an Empire from a Father And Brother will not lose it to a Son Still may he fear that dares not to be cruell ABBAS FLORADELLA WHo 's that Flo. 'T is I. Abb. My FLORADELLA Flo. Yes Abb. Enter my sweet welcom as earliest light To th' infant world and with thee ever bring A thousand Comforts to my thoughtfull breast But why doth sadnesse invade Beauties Kingdom And these faire eyes eclips their glorious He kisseth them splendour With vailes of melancholly is 't possible So firmly inthron'd in thy ABBAS Love That all the Gods should make thee know a grief Flo. Alas my Lord the peoples common theam Still grates mine ears no other voice is heard But MIRZA's praises the Gods hear no vowes No prayers but for MIRZA's safety who 's So dull a soul that cannot since he first Led out your armies count his victories As if all were Historiographers And for each blow he dealt return a statue Abb. I 'le kick their sandy fabricks into dust And rear a lasting one of their own heads 10 Higher then that in Spawhawn is to which Their Idolls own shall be the Cupola Flo. They all read Lectures on his actions Till out of breath they pause and then admire Till his encomiums hit the starrs and stick His Idolized name amongst them swearing The lustre of that one puts out the rest You my dear Lord they say lie wallowing here In pleasures and will one day take a surfet A good effeminate Prince whose only act Of worth is that you gat so brave a son Whom as the rising they adore for you They think have passed your Meridian And now are nere your setting Abb. Setting yet I 've heat enough to scorch them all to cinders And see they not the Sun ne'r look so bloody As when he sets Flo. Ah! but my noble Lord How can I look upon this pompous Palace Furnished with spoiles of nations the long train Of early clients that wear my Thresholds out Nay on your honored selfe my excellent Lord But as the Prisoner late condemn'd to death Doth on the pleasant meads the curled groves And silver brooks he passes by as led To execution These he alass must leave She weeps And well I know how dead Kings Paramours Are dealt by by their cruell successors Abb. Why dead why successour but why these tears Which I 'le drie up with kisses and revenge With as much blood of thy fea'rd enemies Be a good huswife of these pearles my dear Too pretious ere to spend ' lesse when I die Thou 'lt shed a few of them t'enbalm me with Who 's that It is the voice of Beltazar Flo. Or Mahomet Allybeg or both Abb. Sit still ABBAS MAHOMET ALLYBEG BELTAZAR FLORADELLA COme come my Lords I 've long expected you Mah. We met i' th way a stop a giddy stream Of people with broad eyes and right-up ears Powring themselves from all parts to 11 the Buzzarr The novelty made us too mixe among them What then made all this concourse â—â—t to hear A Panegyrick sung by hired Eunuchs In adulation of the valiant Mirza Abb. The mountain brought forth a ridiculous Mouse Flo. Heaven grant it proves ridiculous Abb. Heaven it selfe Can't make it otherwise Bell. There were all the deeds Of 12 your great ancestors from Mortys Ally Recounted not as copies to be followed But made as soiles to set off his the better And brought but by comparison to shew How his green valour conquers all example So said the flattering pamphlet Peleus name Stoops to ACHILLES and so SATURN joyes To be ore-topt by JOVE Abb. O most felt flattery Mah. And there exposed they his armed figure In a triumphall Chariot drawn by 13 CYRUS And great 14 DARIUS yoak'd with this inscription As the new Moon the light o' th old devours So do thy actions all thine Ancestours Abb. No more no more seem'd any man of name To countenance this fairy Pagentry Bel. No lesse then great Duke ELCHEE at whose cost It was performed he 's hasting down to 's charge I' th army this was his farewell to 's friends Abb. There 's musick in that voice would many more Of his rank durst oppose us There is gain In mighty rebells Flies and moths may buz About our beard and are not worth the notice Or if we crush them they but foul our fingers 'T is noble prey deserves a Princes stroak And by my Fathers soul they shall not want it Flo. Spoke likâ— thy selfe Mah. Heroick god-like ABBAS Bel. Let not my Soveraign doubt my proved faith That 15 would ope MAHOMET's Shrine at your command If humbly I play the Princes friend And urge but their objections as thus What ever glorious actions are atchiev'd By him or his redound to the Kings glory As all the souldiers to the generalls What common souldier ever gained a Triumph And yet what Generalls single valour conquer'd How then are you made lesse if he grows great Since all his greatnesse is not his but yours Do not the flourishing of the branches adde To the Trees beauty Abb. But luxuriant boughs Not prun'd suck too much moisture from the Tree Bel. What cares the Sea how great the Rivers swell Since all their pride flow into her Abb. But what The Sea doth get in one place in some other It loses and the more he wins upon Th' affections of the people the more I lose Minions too great argue a King too weak Maâ— Great Favourites should be set neare Kings as foiles To set them off not to vie lustre with them A Partner once admitted to a Throne Soon justles out the other th' snakes new skin Once come she casts the old one 16. No where are Two Kings in safety but in Tenerâ—ff And there the one is dead but one alive Bel. But 't is not known the Prince intends a danger Mah. It is not prov'd Abb. 'T is then too late when prov'd To be prevented Flo. Cockatrices eggs Must not be brooded over
Brass and what Wilt thou sayes she that hast given up thy name To me go wanton in the Courts soft pleasures When yet the field is cover'd with thy Army And new attempts resolv'd Alk. Heare heare her sir. Mâ—r. Then filial duty calls loud from the Temple T' obey is your chiefe honour the contrary Would fix more staines upon your Name then all The Ottoman blood could you set it a Tilt Could ever wash away O strait who sayes not To go is Cowardize to stay Rebellion Ema Excuse me sir were it not blasphemy 'Gainst our great 7 MITHRA to say the Sun wants light When he doth but keep state in gloomy dayes No no your Highness have possess'd the world Enough with your known valour now no spot Will stick to you besides who knows your business Your Highness going may be necessary And so your journey give more honour to you Then kicking ope this Towns Gates with your foot Met. O' th' other side some handsome excuse may Give satisfaction to the King till this Design be over and not incur displeasure Ema It may so yet why should our Lord the Prince Run that hazard his stay may do him hurt In losing th' opportunity of some Action Sure of concernment else the King would not Have sent knowing the weight of his work here Or worse it may provoke his Fathers anger At least suspition His going cannot harm him This Plot is so contriv'd as we may act it Nor need the common Souldier know he 's gone Put one into his Armour to disguize it When he is there if the affair be urgent 'T is well he went if not he may return To us before the Action Mâ—r. I 'm confirm'd Obedience possesses me all over I le up and down again quick as your thought If I be forc't to stay go on and prosper But duty bears me not faster to him Then Love and honour shall again to you And so adieu my Lords Ema Heaven keep your Highness Elc. Go safe Met. And safe return Hyd. And well as safe BELTAZAR EMANGOLY ELCHEE METHICVLI Hâ—DASPVS ALKAHEM MATZED BENEFIAN HAil my Lord Duke of Shiras Ema My Lord BELTAZAR What wind wast drave hither trow In secret Elc. No good one You may be confident Bel. Save you my Lords Ema O my apprehensive soul I 'd give Aside An eye my Lord the Prince were here again Bel. 'T is thus in short my Lords His Majestie Dreading some sickness growing strong upon him Hyd. He was in health even now Aside Alk. Stay sir observe Bel. Thought good to send down for his Sonne the Prince The staffe of his old age to be about him And has done me the honour to command me Hither to stand in joynt Commission over Th' Army with you My Lord EMANGOLY My honour'd Colleague Ema Your standing is my fall Aside Bel. My Lords methinks I see and grieve to see Something like Discontent in all your faces Ema I 'm justly proud sir to be joyned with So eminent a Vertue but this in this Conjuncture of time I think was ill advis'd Now when the Army is neer worried out In a long war to tear their darling from them Will rellish ill Ben. I 'l up and turn Platonick Met. And I Stoick Mat. I le to my Farm and there They whisper Sow Mustard-seed the Prince gone farewell Arms. Elc. This is a trick the Prince nere dreamt of it Alk. A bait to lure him up and lodge him O. Ema My Lord his Highness ere we lost him laid The Plat-form of a Plot to gain this City By a surprize till that be done wil't please you To keep close your Commission lest th'novelty Disturbs the Action Bel. Sir I 'l be advis'd In this and all things by your better judgement Met. We all do know our duties let 's attend them Ema Go then my Lords I 'l follow or I thinke We had as good let this adventure fall 'T was but to please the Prince Bel. Sir as you please I 've some dispatches those over I am yours EMANGOLY ELCHEE METHICULI HYDASPUS ALKAHEM MATZED BENEFIAN THe Prince call'd up to stay and one sent down To take his place and that a Courtier too Plot of some Turk to ruine Persia By striking her good Genius Impudent head Worthy a thousand thunderbolts that durst Once mention it why stay we in the Army There 's not a Captains place now to be given But some Court-Madam must dispose it to Perhaps some little leg'd Gentleman-Usher Ben. Or decay'd Stallion Elc. Though we toil'd and sweat To purchase honour for the Prince we will not That BELTAZAR shall share with us Ema Shall I Be coupled now after so many Triumphs With a Court Spaniell I 'le let the Turk in first Say my good Lords what can you shrug and fawn And complement your Generall is a Courtier Now you must fight in method exercise Your men as in a Dance Met. Pox let all fall Hyd. Best call MOZENDRA back and le ts do nothing Mat. But mutiny Elk. Or at beâ—t raise the Siege Ema The shame wil not be ours but the dul Kings That knowes â—ot how to prize a worthy Son Omneâ— With all our hearts Met. Let'â—hold together then And we are safe Ema You are an Oracle The King shall know that nothing shall be done Lesse we be pleas'd and have again his Son BELTAZAR SELEUCUS SELEUCUS is thy Post upon his wings T' inform thy master of the Princes coming Sel. My Lord I have dispatch'd him Bel. Prethee stay him For my Packet Sel. My Lord I 'l after him Bel. Do so and then the King shall know he must not Pull down his Son and let these great ones stand That are but his dependents pieces of him They 're grown too great to obey any but Their Prince and will not brook my rising ore them And yet to speak my conscience they 're but honest And do but what I should yet now that is not The way to thrive and so may well be lov'd And wished but not practis'd without losse As he that fells an Elm must also fell The Ivy Vine and under shrubbs that dwell Beneath his shade and cling in loving sort About his bole some but for their support Some to suck sap from him So who 'd remove A Prince or great man strong i th' Peoples love Must strike his followers too A mighty man Doth never fall alone no more then can The beams and columns of a Palace and The Rafters and the sparrs unmoved stand CHORUS WHat dire effects evill Counsell workes Even to unhinging greatest states It doth allure with specious baits But underneath foul Poison lurkes The Prince to please a factious few Must rob himself even of his best Of friends and discontent the rest Which he may ever after rue This happens when the Princes ear Is open droâ—n'd in soft delight Unto the bosom Favorite Or undermining Flatterer How hard and difficult a thing Almost above the power of man Or
their Ladies hand He ore himselfe triumphing first Dares chance and envy doe their worst And keeping still his own even height Fall Fortune heavie fall she light He 'l never make to th'standers by Too low a moan or haughty cry But wisely can her fawning slight And then as bravely scorn her spight Who can deny that such a one Possesses all things or wants none And which oth'two would you wish first Still to have drink or ne'r to thirst Ema Excellent morality O the vast extent O' th Kingdome of a wiseman Such a mind Can sleep secure when th'brine kisses the Moon And thank the curteous storm for rocking him Sof Come my good Lord METHICULI you and I Will sit and tell sad stories pray begin Nym. Ah me what storie canst thou hear can vie For sadnesse with our owne run ore the Roule Of Tragedies and write but NYMPHADORA And MIRZA for let 's nere be parted more And that 's the sum of all that grief can do Met. But my Lord SOFFIE I 've a plot to free you Sof Speak it and be my Deitie Met. And once out I can secure you where not all the force The Tyrant or the world can make shall reach you Sof But how shall I get out Met. Your sister Sir Has won much on your grandsires best affections So that if he love ought that 's good 't is hers And she comes often here to pay her duty To her dear Father O too much wrong'd Father Sof Nay pray no circumstance she comes what then Met. I 'd have your grace change cloaths with her and so You vailed may easily passe the guards and come Where I 'le receive you Sof How shall she get out Again Met. Sir 't will be quickly known to the Tyrant Who loves her so he 'l not be long without her He 'l send for her and with a chiding passe it Sof But wilt not turn his rage on my dear Mother He 'l not think this plot only FATâ—MA's And mine but hers Nym. I 'd suffer for thy good All th'Tyrant now can do the wasp has stung Me already and disarm'd himselfe if rest Restores the Princes senses we 'l advise With him about it How sweet securitie He now enjoyes O pleasant dreams slide softly Into him that he takes no wounds from you Present his silent thoughts with purling streams And hushing winds such as perfume the morn Then mildly as thou seiz'd him gentle Goddesse Resign him perfect so what was the gift Of relenting heaven we 'l ascribe to thee Mâ—r. Ah! wherâ— am I Iff. He wakes Nym. Pray heaven to health Here my deer Lord In thy sad spouses lap Yet compass'd with a ring of tâ—y best friends Mâ—r. That Ring is sorrows Crown and can it be That any will be friends to wretchednesse High mounted in the Courts and Armies head The Sun had not more Atomes dancing in His beams then I had followers in mine But even from him ecclips'd all shadowes vanish And shall mine then continue Nym. These are such As vertue not your fortune made your friends And will though fortune failes continue such Since your high vertue cannot ever leave you Em. If we lov'd and obey'd you when you stood In power both to do us good and honour Which then we never could requite unto you We ought to publish now our gratefulnesse When the world sees no hopes induce us to it Mâ—r. There gratitude spoke in her Angels voice Met. We have lost in you a Prince for to defend us A Father to care for us a Companion In all our joyes a Friend in all our wants And if we owe to your sad memory The pious dutie of our love and honour Shall we not pay them to your selfe yet living Mâ—r. Not living say but buried alive Hâ—d Treasure ith'mind is treasure still though trodden Ema Should we desert you now 't would basely prove We never lov'd your highnesse but your fortune Alk. Rather we never lov'd his Grace but Highnesse Ema Like vermine that suck of the living blood But leave the body soon as life Alk. The'more Love We ow'd you the more should we shew our hate To the accursed Author of our losse Let 's rouze revenge and arme all her dire hands With Thunder to discharge upon the Tyrant Mâ—r. Act act brave friends and leave complaints to women 'T will be more honourable for my Tombe To be sprinkled with my murderers blood Then with the tears of you my constant friends Nym. Now have I time to shed some Iffida follows her out but in private They truly mourn that mourn without a witnesse MIRZA SOFFIE EMANGOLY METHICULI HYDASPUS ALKAHEM PAGE O Let me not lie long in this sad durance Met. This justice to the world This duty to Our injur'd Prince This honour to our selves And terror to our foes do strongly plead for Alk. This will restore our glories lost and put A muzzell upon Tyrannies black jawes Hyd. How shall we effect it Mir. How and have not you The Power of the sword the Souldiery Ema Alas not we my Lord we 're all casheer'd Your highnesse was no sooner cheated from us And decoy'd up to Court to be undone But BELTAZAR comes down strong in commission To be my Collegue that is my superior We vexed at our injuries and losse Of you threw up all diligence and quitted Counsell or action when the minion shew'd Power to clap a peace up which was quickly Done on conditions fit for slaves not souldiers The Army all disbanded I call'd up Met with Arrest and banishment from Court Thus is their wrong secur'd by our weaknesse Mir. Shall we then tamely suffer my blind self Will grope out Vengeance yet and in deep makes â—ncize it on the Tyrants own dull head Ema O foolishnesse of Tyranny that the King Should arm his foes and thirst his own undoing He studies evill and seems lost to all goodnesse But for his love to your sweet FATYMA Miâ— And loves he her can vice then affect vertue Ema Sir her he doth embrace with all the powers Of a doting soul. Hyd. Has her still in his eye Nor ere seems pleas'd with ought but what she does Alk. He talks of marrying her to th' King of Arabs Mâ—r. Soft I 've a better match for her in store Ema We met his Proclamation as we came Stuft with invectives 'gainst your Grace and us Your Highnesse grew too great wee too much lov'd you Therefore the King must fear yea and remove you 11 My treachery to the English it alledg's That help't me to take Ormus when 't is known Themselves first broke conditions and enjoy Still Priviledges for their service there This is 12 the Costermonger ALLY-REG For his smooth tongue must the old King go mad And doat upon his foes when there is never A Jewell in 's Crown but is enamell'd Both with your Highnesses brave blood and mine Mir. I that so oft displai'd his bloody colours â—'th ' martiall field and bearded his