long the King Commanded The Princess to her Chamber you to Prison We must obey him Cesa 'T is indeed your duty Resist not Destiny My Love obey him And leave Cesario with his griefs Farewel Farewel for ever my belov'd Urania Till we shall meet again above the Stars Uran. My Lord my Life my Soul my All Farewel Grief choaks my words and I can say no more Ex. Ura. Osw. Cesa Come Gentlemen now lead me to my Fate For Death 's the only thing I wish to find I think there are some here have follow'd me Where I have sought him oft but ne'r fled from him But it is past Cesario now 's no more My Fame Life Honour 's gone yet what is Death To think no more and Honours but a Breath But my Urania's lost nought could provoke My Soul to pain like that dire killing stroke Oh that last Wound has toucht so near my Heart That Fate 's whole Quiver wants another Dart. Ex. Omn. The End of the Fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE I. Scene A Field Enter Tachmas Vincentio Sigismond and Souldiers Vin. MY Fellow Souldiers why we 're thus met here This noble Youth the brave the valiant Tachmas The banisht Brother to your lov'd Cesario Can best inform you my Heart swells with grief And cannot tell the story speak my Lord And be assur'd you 're amongst Men whose Souls Do claim an equal share in your Misfortunes Tach. Then to you Souldiers props of this great Kingdom Behold I come uncall'd from Banishment And give my Life into your noble hands I come a Tale of horrour to relate I come to shew when Monarchs sleep in Peace What worthless trifles they esteem poor Souldiers May I have leave to speak Sould. Yes Speak speak Tachmas Tach. Alas I fear the subject is ungrateful But yet it does concern the general good That Soul of Valour great Cesario he Who has like Lightning purg'd the air of Naples From all the hot Infections Foreign War Cou'd threaten and shall he Whose very name was great as Fate it self To all his Enemies now basely die Sigis. Die no he 's damn'd that dares but mutter it Vin. If they who first occasion'd it were so ' Twou'd bring much Comfort to all honest Hearts Tach. His Death past all Redemption is Concluded His Death to whom they owe their Lives Oh Souldiers You 've seen i' th' heat and bravery of a Fight How he 'd cheer up his faint dishearten'd Troops Even when his Body seem'd but all one Wound That it appear'd a little Island Circled Round with the purple Deluge of his Blood Who when Wars Queristers the big-mouth'd Drums And surly Trumpets sung his Armies Dirge That fatal Musick swell'd his sprightly Sence More than soft Hymns at Nuptials Sigis. Sir His Glories Are so well known to us we need not urge The'repetition but 't is past my thoughts Why on the sudden he shou'd be compell'd To yield his Life up Vin. Nay when we return'd From our last Victory when we expected He shou'd have had a double Triumph given In honour of our Victories the King And his wise State receiv'd us as their Foes What cou'd they mean by that Tach. I 'll tell you Sir There is in Princes Courts a lean-fac'd Monster Term'd Envy Reigning in Unworthy Breasts To Fames Heroick Sons such as can cringe With subtle motion to their Prince's smiles Adore his Footsteps and his awful Nodâ— And can like Asps instil into his Ears A sweet yet killing Venom These thin Souls When the blunt Warriour has on Piles of Wounds Built up his Countries Safety whisper Beware In time my Lord least he do grow too great So the poor Souldier is in time of Peace Stript of those Glories purchast in the War Vin But Sir why must he die Tach. Only for loving of his Monarch's Daughter Tell me Is that a Crime deserving Death Speak if it be and I will plead no more Vin. A Crime ' Udsdeath my Lord he does deserve her H 'as bravely fought and bravely conquer'd for her Speak Fellow Souldiers shall these Court Mushrooms That live in Peace and Riotous Luxury Deny a fasting Souldier one poor snap After long abstinence It may not be And for your foreign Prince your Ferdinand We 'll spoil his Vaulting ev'ry Man a Limb Will quickly cool his Courage Tach. Yet Souldiers tho' I beg you 'd save your General Preserve your Loyalties Oh for bear the King And his dear sacred Person reverence As if he were a God and dwelt on Earth Vincen. We 'll save the King and General but if They 'll take my Counsel hang up Ferdinand Souldiers Ay ay well said noble Colonel Long live Our King and General and a Halter for Ferdinand Tach. Let me imbrace you all all to my Bosom You Limbs of Mars Who when Fate calls you hence Will leave behind each man a Monument Which shall for Ages last with this Inscription The Sons of Honour Naples great Preservers Sure to such Men belong those mighty Names Who sav'd their General yet preserv'd their Fames Ex. Omn. SCENE II. Urania discover'd Reading A Song within SONG Written by a Person of Quality Sung by Mrs. Boteler 1. COrinna in the Bloom of Youth Was coy to ev'ry Lover Regardless of the tend'rest Truth No soft Complaints cou'd move her Mankind was hers and at her Feet Lay prostrate and adoring The Witty Valiant Rich and Great Alike in vain imploring 2. But now grown Old she wou'd repair The Loss of Time and Pleasure With willing Looks and wanton Air Inviting ev'ry Gazer But Love 's a Summer-Flower that dies With the first Weathers Changing The Lover like the Swallow flies From Sun to Sun still ranging 3. Cloe let this Example move Your foolish Heart to Reason Youth is the proper Time for Love And Age is Vertues Season Uran. In vain alas you strive to give me Ease Musick to lull my Pains dull soothing Flattery The pressing weight that hangs upon my Soul Nought but my dear Cesario can remove All Props are weak where the Foundation 's Love Enter Oswell Osw. O Royal Mourner lovely in thy Tears Thus low I fall to beg a blushing Pardon For the sad Story I am doom'd to tell Uran. How my Heart trembles speak what is 't Sir If there be yet a greater Grief in store Speak it and kill Urania with the Sound Yes Oswell play the generous Executioner Give me the last kind finishing Stroke of Mercy And end my lingring Torments at a Blow Osw. The Gods and all good Powers guard your Life And O that I had dy'd e'er liv'd Commission'd For this ungrateful Charge doom'd to pronounce The only Sound can make Urania wretched Uran. I guess the Horrour yet I fear to know it Osw. And I thus trembling stand and fear to utter it Yet you must hear it yes the fatal Sound Must reach your Ears and some curst Tongue must tell you Your dear Cesario's murder'd Uran. Murder'd Osw. Yes murder'd by the King's
Garlands Crown And grudge him not your Wealth Ah Shepherds as you prize your own Pray for great Strephon's Health King No more no more cease all your Harmony It suits not with a Wretch so curst as I Yet why unpitying Heaven this hard Decree There might have been some milder Doom for me Why was my Daughter Destin'd to punish him who gave her Breath And by her Flight to seal a Father's Death Enter Fabio hastily Fabio Where 's the King King Here what portends thy Haste and busie Countenance Fab. Haste my good Lord When Fortune points me out the Instrument And happy Messenger to please my King Do I not ought to fly like Mercury And pour the Joy into his Royal Ears King Has thy Intelligence brought me any Knowledge Of Ferdinand Speak is Urania found Fab. The News I bring my gracious Lord Concerns the Prince and how my Heart flows o'er That I am pointed out by Heaven The first and happy Messenger King Proceed and we 'll reward thee Fab. Reward alas All my Ambition aims but at your Favour My Soul was never Mercenary It is my Duty to wear out my Life In Services for you and the whole State Whereof although I am no able Member King He 's mad Fab. It is with Joy then my good Lord. King Tell me thy News in short or thy Life pays for 't Fab. Alas my Life is the least thing to be minded He is no faithful Subject would refuse To kill his Wife and Children after that To hang himself to do his King a Service King Villain why dost thou wrack my Expectation Answer me quickly without Circumstance Where is the Prince be brief or Fab. The Prince I know not my good Lord. King Traytor didst not prepare me to expect News of the Prince pronouncing thy self happy In being the Messenger Is he in health answer to that Fab. Indeed my Lord I know not King Hang up the Slave I shall become the Scorn Of my own Subjects Fab. But with your Royal Licence I am able To produce those that do King Where whom speak that and quickly save thy Life Fab. He waits without Sir King Haste and bring him in Ex. Fab. Re-enter Fabio with Oswell Oswell Health to the King the Prince my Master Sir With fair Urania and the General I left within less than a League o' th' City And came before to bring the joyful Tidings King Are they then found thou welcome Harbinger Seiz'd and brought back Oh! let the Satyrs dance it The sweet Birds sing it let the Winds be wanton And as they softly with an Evening Whisper Steal through the curled Locks of the lofty Woods Let 'em in their sweet Language seem to murmur This was the Day that Crown'd a King's Revenge Enter Messenger Messeng. My Lord Prince Ferdinand King Conduct him in Enter Ferdinand Thou welcom'st Guest my Court yet ever harbour'd Oh I want Power to recompense thy Care Where be the Fugitives Speak Ferdinand Ferd. They wait without my Lord. King Bring 'em in Exit Fabio Re-enter with Cesario and Urania guarded Cesario and Urania kneel Cesar. With my Soul trembling like a fearful Criminal With Terrour struck at sight of his great Judge Behold the wretched poor Cesario falls Not to beg Life since Death I have deserv'd But that you 'd Mercy shew to this dear Innocence A Virgin though my Bride Uran. O Royal Sir I kneel to you as Heaven when I offend Not to beg Life unless my dear Cesario By your Consent be given to my Arms. King Rise I 've heard you both and Sir your Suit will grant Death thou hast merited Death thou shalt have Thy Torments by degrees shall rise to kill thee And what will plague thy Soul thy Latest Gasp Shall see Urania married to this Prince Cesar. It is a studied Tyranny but Sir All this and more I 'd bear might she live happy Uran. Live my Cesario I Canst thou think I 'll live Live in the Arms of him my Soul abhors No cruel Father Nature shall not bind me I will forget 't was you that gave me Life And in despight of Duty be his Bride We 'll mount above far far beyond your reach Where in a glorious Clowd we 'll Arm in Arm Look down and smile with Scorn on that gay nothing King Furies and Death then I will quite put off The name of Father take as little notice Thou art my Off-spring as the surly North Does of the Snow which when it has engender'd It 's wild Breath scatters through the Earth forgotten Ferd. Sir she 's your Daughter King Do not call her so There 's not one drop of my Blood in her Veins She makes her self a Bastard and deserves To be cut off like a disorder'd Branch Disgracing the fair Tree from whence she sprung Ferd. But yet my Lord. King I 'm deaf inexorable as Seas To th'Prayers of Mariners Oswell be 't your care To lodge that hated Slave in a dark Dungeon And confine her close Prisoner to her Chamber Ex. King Ferd. Attended Cesa Is this for Kindness or for Cruelty Ah no he gives me this short moment's sight That I may lose my Heaven with greater torment Uran. No my Cesario we 'll both die together For when thou' rt gone oh what a weary Load Will Life be to me But when you see me die will you be kind And pity my hard fate when you behold My panting Breast laid open and that Heart Where my dear Lord once Reign'd all torn and mangled Will you look pale and with a trembling sigh Let a kind Pearl fall trickling from your Eye Say will you do all this for poor Urania Cesa Not do all this for thee If th' inraged King Will wreak his barbarous Vengeance in thy Veins Thy sacred Veins and the unthinking Gods Dare see it done shall not I mourn for thee Doubt not that pious Tribute of my Eyes Shall not my Dew fall at thy setting Sun Not weep to see thee bleed I 'll make my Eyes Start from their Spheres to view the killing object And when thy sweetness draws near to Heaven My fainting bleeding Heart Shall just keep Life enough to break with thine Uran. My kindest Lord now with full Tides of Joy I can meet death since he has made me thine My Soul 's all Rapture all Delight grim Death Whose ghastly Visage frights the trembling World To me 's all Gay and with a charming Smile Does with sweet Wreaths and Flowery Garlands come My Bridal Pleasures Blossom on my Tomb. Cesa Now you transport my ravisht sense too high The worth of Ages and thy Sex's glory Is all summ'd up in thee but must you die Must this Celestial Light fall like a Meteor This blooming Spring fade like a wither'd Autumn Must this fair Book of Life writ by Heaven's Hand The Legend of a God be all defac'd And must I see it done oh my Urania I never was a Toward till this moment Osw. My Lord we wait too
my Lord Whatever Spight you owe his prosp'rous Love 'T is hard to envy him his Sword 's Success For should that fail a Kingdom might be lost Ferd. A Kingdom Death were the whole World at stake How light the balanc'd Universe would weigh With the Possession of the fair Urania Such Beauty and such Charms I shall run mad And my Desires by opposition grow more violent And without vent will burst me Osw. Who could have thought a Masculine Soul like yours Should sink beneath a Shock so feeble Shall this poor Diminutive thing this little Rival Whom with your Breath you may blow out o' th' World Raise such a storm within you Ferd. No he sha'not I 've found my self again and will be calm No thou too pityless Urania spight Of all my lowring Fate my unkind Planets And those fair cruel Eyes my angry Stars I will not lose my hold Enter Fabio Ferd. How now what News with you Fabio An 't please your Grace an humble Creature of yours proud o' th' least Occasion to express how faithfully my Heart is fixt to serve you Ferd. What 's your Business Fab. I have Business of some Consequence I had not been so bold else to disturb your Princely Conference For I durst never assume that impudent Garb That other Courtiers are known by My Devotion has been still t' appear In modest Services Ferd. Well Sir to 'th Point Fab. It were a Point of deep Neglect to keep Your Grace in Expectation yet Delays Make Joys the sweeter Arrows that fly compass Arrive with as much Happiness to the Mark As those that are shot point-blank Ferd. This Courtier loves to hear himself talk Be not so impertinent we know your Care Fab. And Cost my Lord I hope For they that hold Intelligence abroad To benefit their Countrey must not make Idols of their Estates and 't is a Happiness To sell their Fortunes for their Prince's Smiles Which I am confident you will vouchsafe When you have heard my News Ferd. Would you 'd vouchsafe to let me hear it Fab. Vouchsafe my Lord alas You may command my Tongue my Hands my Feet My Head I should account that Limb superfluous That would not be cut off to do you Service Ferd. I do command thee Silence dost hear Silence Fab. Silence my Good Lord is a Vertue I know But where the Tongue has something to deliver That may delight my Prince's Ear and so forth Ferd. 's Death Dog Torment me not but tell your News Fab. My News my good Lord concerns the General Ferd. What of him Is he kill'd Fab. The Stars forbid he is return'd my Lord Triumphant Brave and Glorious Ferd. Be dumb Another Syllable I 'll have thy Tongue out Fab. My Tongue my Lord. Ferd. Thy Tongue my buzzing Flesh-fly Was all your Circumstance for this Begone Fab. It would be a Piece of Rudeness my Lord Unpardonable not to obey a Prince For your Grace is sensible That to we Courtiers The Tongue is so very useful a Member Ferd. Slave Ex. Fab. bowing Am I become a Jesting-stock for Fools Oswell My Lord you are too open-breasted To let this Fellow see into your Heart Wise men disguise their Councels till things are ripe Ferd. The News has rent my Soul I feel new Armies in my Breast Swords Javelins All a whole Field of clashing War within me But ha the King the Subtilty of Serpents Inspire me now and something below Man Spight Malice Woman's Malice enter here Enter the King King Oh Ferdinand I am all Joy Cesario beloved Cesario is return'd with Conquest And Sicily no more dares be our Foe Cesario's Sword cuts with so keen an Edge And drives that formidable Fame before him His very Name alone without an Army Is more than half the Conquerour Ferd. His Name alone my Lord though he have conquer'd We must consider Sir your Soldiers Courage Their Valour stands the Basis of his Pyramid Their Sweat and Blood that Crown'd him but alas All the whole Trophies of a conquer'd Field Wreath only Garlands for the Leaders Brow The General 's still the mighty Man he wears The Conqu'ring Bays whose Wounds soever pay for 't Whilst the poor Soldier like the Slave i' th' Mine Bears the least part of the rich Oar he digs for King How Ferdinand Ferd. Nay Sir I do not envy him King You envy him indeed I hope you do not Since 't was for me he fought and for his Country Ferd. Right 't was for you he fought and 't is the Cause That often prospers which without his Valour Had stood its own Defender for there waits A Guardian-Angel on a Righteous Cause And when that arms Heaven battels on its side King In all this ill-timed Rhetorick methinks You speak as if you envy'd his Success And wear a Face of Sorrow for his Fortune Ferd. Who I my gracious Lord King Yes you my Lord Speak tell me does he not deserve all Honours That I can give or he has Power to ask Ferd. Indeed I think he does not King Ha! what 's that Ferd. Pardon me Royal Sir and hear me Speak If Subjects spend their Blood in their Kings Cause Forbid it Heaven they should not be rewarded But how or what Rewards must they expect Wou'd you in Recompence of this his Conquest Give him your Crown King No Sir nor wou'd he ask it Ferd. How know you that King I know him to be Loyal Know that he wears a Sword which only fights For his King's Honour and his Country's Safety Whilst his clear Soul runs purer than to suck A Poyson from that cankered Weed Ambition Ferd. I think otherwise And wou'd you give me leave can prove it to you You know not Sir how high his Fancy soars Or to what Pitch his towring Pride wou'd reach For he that aims to be his Monarch's Son Would never rest till he had gain'd his Crown King My Lord this Riddle wants an OEdipus For 't is beyond my Fathom to expound it But were Cesario Guilty of such Baseness I would esteem him as my greatest Foe And drive him from my Bosom as Infectious As a Crown'd Head I owe my self that Justice Ferd. Then I dare boldly speak you know my Liege By a King 's Sacred Promise you are bound To make Urania mine Would it not be a stain Upon your Royal Name to have a Subject Spight of his great Master's Vow By treacherous Ways to gain his Daughter's Love And make himself by stealth your Kingdoms Heir King Who is it dares do that Ferd. That dares Cesario By Heaven Urania own'd a Love for him Own'd it to me who wooed by your Permission And if you meet his Conquests with this Triumph 'T will make your Subjects think he does deserve her The Army then will pay him not you Homage And every Voice sound nought but proud Cesario King Can this be true Ferd. Your Daughter will confess it And if you mount his airy Thoughts too high He himself will not blush to