the pleasure Claris. No thou too hardend Brow didst thou but know What t is to be Cel. The Mrs. of a King Yes very well Clar. The Mrs. of a King no fair Perdition Change that gay name and call thy self a Prodigy Celest A Prodigy Right all made up of Wonders The very Thing I would be Claris Barbarous Creature Is thy Lethargick Sleep of Death so deaf To all th' Alarms of Infamy and Vengeance That not one frighting Dream nor waking Horror Tells thee what hideous Loads of Woe thou hast heap'd On Wayling Innocence the wrong'd Herminia Snatch'd a lov'd Lord from her embracing Arms And left her mourning Days and widow'd Nights Rob'd all her Dearest Joys Celest 'T is true I have so And I confess the Loss is something hard But to repair that Loss tell the fair Mourner Her Charms are not so lost but thousand Cupids With thousand Darts and every Shaft a Heart Attend the dayly Triumphs of her Eyes Claris. Oh my Chast Ears aside Cel. What though th' ungratefull King Has play'd the Wanderer can that fair Shrine Want Homagers The world is not so poor Claris. Hold profane Insolent stop that sulphurous Breath Rooted with horrour I have heard thee out And a chill Damp about my trembling Heart Has but just left me blood enough to blush That thou wert born of Woman Quick Let me fly that cloven footed Treason Least yawning Earth and swallowing Graves receive me Exit Cel. Poor angry thing farewell such chattring Daws Dismount my Eagle Flight That bugbear Conscience No I 've Loves whole Feast before me And let those Dull puny squeamish Fools that dare not carve Hug their Lean Virtue pine Despair and starve Exit Scene Changes Enter Herminia and Amorin Herm. Art sure this is the Kings Retiring Hour And this the place to meet him Amor. Ev'ry Minute His Presence is expected But dear Madam I have one humble pray'r that this small service Of your Obedient slave be kept a Secret This is forbidden Ground and 't will be more Then half the price of my poor Life to serve you Her Fear not sweet Youth I 'le guard thee from that Danger Ex. Amo. Forbidden Ground Is Love a Crime so mortall And am I grown that poyson to his Eyes Oh for the Spirit of the great Semiramis To meet my wrongs and stemm the storm that sinks me No I 've too much the Mothers Milk within me Weep like a Girle and bend beneath my sufferings Nature intended me some humble shepherdess A Creature born to breath her plaints to Woods And helpless Groves to mix her feeble Tears In murmuring Brooks too weak to weild the Thunder And rowze the sleeping Rage of injur'd Majesty Enter King King Herminia Ha! That Face and in these Walls Methinks I feel a chilling Damp within me A secret check from those accusing Eyes Let my retiring shame going back Herm. My Lord my King King Madam Herm. I have a Grace to beg Not that I 'd ask Ungratefull Favours from You. But methinks From all your long long Hours of happier Blisses Herminia sure may beg one borrow'd Minute King That painfull Minute aside Her There was once a day When underneath my Native Royall Roof Th' Imperiall Towrs of the proud Indian Court To my first Virgin Charms a gawdy Train Of suppliant Kings all Captives to my Eyes Knelt at my Feet unless their Sighs deceive'd me For they were men and 't is a flattering World I think if you have not quite forgot my Lord Was one of that fair Train and loved me too Or else my Virgin heart was poorly won I think you lov'd But if I am mistaken Correct my Fault and I will weep and mend it King This is too much thou murmuring Sweetness Dry up thy Tears and weep no more Herm. No more King No more for trust me It is a showr too rich to fall for me Herm. Ah King to dry these ever streaming Sorrows Is not my work but Thine To stop these Fountains Shut thou the springs that feed ' em Ah my Lord Remove the fatal cause of all these Tears And then I 'le cease to mourn King Alas Herminia Upbraid my Guilt no more but think me punisht Even in my very Sin for when I am false To so much Truth a Love like thine 't is with That conscious Shame and those accusing Horrours Herm. That pleasing Pride and those transporting Charms Thou woud'st say Poor Herminia has no Charms Or if she e'er had any even their very Remembrance like a last nights Dream the thin And vanishing Shaddow gone they are all lost In Celestina's Arms that fatall Ravisher Of all my hopes my Joys my Life King Ah Madam Cease this too killing Theme consider me As a poor helpless Wretch driven headlong by An unaccountable resistless Power Alas I wou'd be faithfull if I cou'd All that I can command my bleeding heart My bending Neck my Head beneath thy Feet These I can grant but do not ask impossibles Herm. Impossibles nay then I read my Fate King If it be Fate 't is past our humane power To reverse Destiny and in submitting T' immutable Decree exalted Virtue Exerts her noblest Wisdom Patience Herm. Patience Enter Tygranes Yes Sir you take the nearest way to teach it me For when your strange unkindness gives me death I shall be husht all Patience in my Grave King Madam my Charity takes me from your sight The greatest Height of pity we express To shut our Ears from Greifs we can't redress Offring to go Herm. Oh stay upon my Knees I do conjure you Move not that way That killing passage leads To Celestina And in all your Cruelty Shew that poor Mercy to the lost Herminia To stay one little Minute from her Arms. Tygr. Oh King can so much Beauty plead in vain All those rich pearle those dear fair Streams of Life Drop from those Eyes and unreguarded fall King My Brother Tygr. My dread Lord coud'st thou but think What Glory waits on Majesty where Virtue Shines the bright Jem of Diadems that sweetness Need not have Knelt thus long King Tygranes Tygr. Thou dear all Soveraign Goodness turn but one Kind look and veiw that lovely Kneeling Mourner Charming in Tears and beauteous even in Ruines Herm. Kind Prince no more spend not thy prodigall Breath On a poor Outcast Wretch not worth his Thought Tygr. But one one Look Think but what charms invite thee Humanity Religion Nature the Whole pitying World intreats thee back to Love Oh Sir consider rayse your mounting Thoughts To the exalted charms of Godlike Vertue Think what soft Down in Loves rich Bed of Honour Fills the calm pillows of embracing Innocence King Oh my Tygranes Herm. Yes my dear lov'd Lord In these incircling Arms these chast Embraces No guilty Dreams the starts of frighted sin And pangs of aking guilt will wake your sleeps But fair all Heav'nly Forms seale your clos'd Eyes And Quires of Angells lull your Golden slumbers King Alas my
thee still But oh so love thee Love thy bright Glory thy unenvyed Happiness Thy Monarchs Arms and all thy Nuptiall Blisses My whole unmurmuring Souls divinest Musick Enter Messenger Mess Sir some Officers wait your Command Enter Officers Tygr. Admit e'm Well my Warriours How fare my valiant Hearts Offi. Tough as our Arms And cheerfull as our Cause Tygr. Thou speakst my Souldier 1. Offi. As all our Veins and all our Lives shall speak 2. Offi. Already Sir Your great Allies have joyn'd us A noble Train of War From Western Nile To Eastern Indus Streams united Asia Brings her proud Banners to your Royall Standard By this good Sword and this old Arm I think More gallant Troops nor more resolv'd Battalions A fairer Front of the bold Sons of Glory Ne'er shook the Earth beneath them 1. Offi. And great Sir May I presume to add one bold Word more To cheer our Hearts after our last lost Battle And edg our Swords for a new fairer Game Persia fought then but Clarismunda now Tygr. Yes my kind Souldier in your last lost Game A weaker Quarrell and a fainter Arm Only Powers wanton Luxury Ambition Fought then But a Diviner Cause wrong'd Honour And Sacred Vengeance now Enter King and Herminia Mirvan Amorin Guards c. King My best Tygranes Life of my Cause thou Eldest Son of War And boldest Heir of Fame my waiting Armyes Call thy Commanding Arm to lead 'em forth to Glory Tygr. As far as humane Strength can push for Glory This Arm shall lead and Sir to joyn that Arm I hope the Great Deciding Powers that hold The Fate of War and turn the Scales of Battle Have one kind Lawrell for the poor Tygranes For 't is but Justice Heav'n one Smiling Day For all the melancholly niggard Portion Your unkind Stars have dealt me And for all The Massy Favours you have heap'd upon me Great Sir permit my bending Duty fall Thus low to take up the fair Load of Honour King Rise my Tygranes This too humble Gratitude Orepays the Gift I make Tygr. Orepays No! Sir You 've lodg'd in this Young Arm a Trust so glorious King And thou'lt discharge it with a Faith more glorious Tygr. I hope indeed I shall This I dare promise I go so keâ—n for War so arm'd for Battle My Cause so Precious and my Life so worthless That the Great Game of Death was never play'd By a less shaking Hand King So speak the Souls Of our Great Race the transmigrating Fires That warm thy noble Breast Tygr. But Sir before I go take my Last Prayer May all the Sweets of ever fragrant Love Heap your full Joâ—s 'Twixt that fair Heaven and You Eternall Jo Peans sing before you Smiles wake Your Morns and Angells lull your Sleeps King This is too kind Tygranes Tygr. And when in my Rough Toyls and heavyer Marches Amidst the Shriller Louder Voice of War Some softer Trump of Fame shall sweetly Chant In my pleass'd Ears how fair Herminia loves How that all Nuptiall Truth all Bridall Sweetness With all the Riot o unmeasur'd blisses Crowns the dear Love of her embracing Lord When I shall hear that dear that blessed Sound With open Arms I 'le meet the darling Joy And clasp it as the Mrs. of my Soul Thus I may love Herminia Herm. Love me Prince Yes such a Love Tygranes Oh thou matchless Originall of Virtue Love like Thine How shall I e're return Go then brave Warriour Go where bright Honour calls and when thy Sword Thro grappling Dangers hews thy path to Glory Be thou Herminia's Champion and I Thine For oh Tygranes to adorn that brow And pull down Victory on that blest Head I 'le borrow from the Arms of my kind Lord A bending Knee to Heâ—v'n for dear Tygranes Tygr. And will the kind Herminia do all this For lost Tygranes the Divine Herminia A Beauteous Suppliant to th' immortall Throne Breath a soft Prayer and melt the listning Gods And all for worthless me Then I am orepay'd For all my bleeding sighs So blest Herm. So blest if she can give thee blessings all my Orisons My tendrest Vows for Thy Success I 'le pay With so much Zeal the pious offering giv'n Whilst thou shalt combat Earth I 'le wrestle Heav'n King Hold my Herminia thou too Godlike Goodness And take me with thee in this generous Contest A Prayer for dear Tygranes Prayers and Hecatombs Incense and Sacrifice all Pomp Divine Altars shall smoak and blazing Temples Shine United Heaven and Earth shall joyn for Thee Thou and the World brave Youth the Gods and we Enter Messenger Mess Your Royall Sister Conducted by ten-thousand Scythian Horse Sent by the Mercy of her pitying Conquerour Free and unransom'd is returning home King Free and unransom'd Yes relenting Tyrant Like flowry Garlands to a bleeding Victim A poor amends for Clarismunda's Wrongs Tygr. For the Reception of our Royall Sister Haste Orimon draw forth a thousand Horse That these embracing Arms may fly to meet her Exit King My dear Herminia the soft sweets of Love Till this blest Minute have been all my Theme But now my fairest I am forc'd to borrow From the kind Arms of Joy one hour for pity I have a mourning Sister A wrong'd one my Herminia whose Returne Must call one Tear even from the Eyes of Love Queen A Tear for Clarismunda Yes my dear Lov'd Lord if that wrong'd Sister does demand The Royall Tribute of those richer Pearle I hope you 'll give these Eyes the Leave to add Their pious Offring too King Thine my Herminia Queen Mine and all Eyes At bleeding Virtues Sufferings Our Griefs are but our Sympathetick pains Each melting Eye at that sad Object mourns The Loadstar draws and trembling Pity turns Enter Tygranes Leading Clarismunda Celestina Rosalin c. Clars My Brother and my King Take to thy Arms thy generous pitying Arms This Load of Misery Despair and Ruin King Fair Flower of Paradice the sweetest Rose Set in the Thorns of Life dear Royall Mourner My Souls best half my own immortall Veins Clar. Thy Veins No Sir that once fair Christall Fountain By the embitter'd Gall of Woes all poyson'd The King gazes on Celestina My blood runs Death and I am thy Veins no more King What do I see Great Gods Clar. But oh dread Sir In my affrighting Wounds my Savage Wrongs I have brought home King Those Eyes my Clarismunda Clar. Eyes Sir King Those Wrongs my Sister But proceed Clar. Those Wrongs indeed So wrong'd There 's not that ministring Saint at Heavens high Throne But midst his Scenes of everlasting Joys Looks down on Clarismunda's hideous Ruines Mine mine 's a Cause King By Heavens amazing Fair Clar. What says my King King Thy Cause my Sweet go on Clar. Yes my dear Brother and what 's more then Brother My Champion and my King By those great Names I call and challenge thy avenging Sword Thy Sword my Soverain Justice King Artaban withdrawing from Clarismunda and whispering Clarismunda strikes
poor Herminia Herm. Oh my Stars I see a dawning pity in his Eyes Break forth my rising Sun and make it all Immortall Day and ever shining Joys Take Take your kneeling Mourner to your Arms Take me to love be kind and bid me live And stab my bleeding breaking Heart no more King Thou talk'st sweet Murmurer Tygr. Oh Sir embrace the blessed Minute Return to her dear Arms return to all The Joys of Earth and the Rewards of Heav'n Think but what shining Host of Supliant Saints Expand their Arms t' embrace thy blest Repentance King My dear Tygranes My Fame my Crown and my Imperiall Cause Call thee to Arms to Arms My muster'd Legions And marching Armies wait thee in their head Go forth my Son of War the great To morrow Leads to the Field Tygra Doubt not that great To morrow Be you but Just to day Run to her Bosom Oh run and take her to your pitying Mercy Myriads of Joys and thousand thousand Blisses King Battles and Arms Hark the Shrill Trump Tygranes The Alarm of Honour calls Tygra The Trump of Virtue King 'T is that that sounds to call thy wandring Heart To these abandon'd Arms. King The Scythian Tyrant And Clarismunda's Wrongs Tygr. The Scythian Sorceress Exit King forcing himself from them And lost Herminia's Wounds Queen Too cruell King Sure I am not the first unhappy Woman That wept for Broken Vows and faithless Man Yet sure the first that ever wept so soon So Young so early lost i th' very Morn Of Love for ever sett Put generous Prince So much I owe thee for this wondrous Goodness What kind Return can this vast Debt defray What I am too Poor I must beg Heav'n to pay Exit Tygr. Such charms and this unkind Return Ah King Had those dear Eyes but smiled on blest Tygranes How had I lov'd Oh Beauty in thy whole Divinity How narrow is thy Attribute of Mercy Thy Soveraign power of Life and Death so shackled That in a thousand Bleeding hearts before thee Thy kind repreiving smile can save but one Nay and that very single Mercy too Is often dealt with that unlucky Hand Made some ungratefull tastless Infidells prize Whilst perishing Truth stands by and starving dyes Exit Finis Actus Terâ—ij ACT. IV. SCENE I. Celestina and Rosalin Cel. TH' Embraces of a King Poor Satisfaction A Monarchs Darling but a Kingdoms Loathing All a dishonourd Blot the Worlds cheap Theme And common Tale of every grinning slave The Queen Ay she ev'n in her lowest sufferings Outshines my tallest Pride The peoples Love And th' universall pity of mankind Like perfum'd Sweets embalm her fragrant Fame But me their Hate and Scorn my very Sex Stand at a Bay all frighted at my Name And drive me like a hunted Fugitive From out the Herd of Life I cannot bear it Ros Dear Madam Cel. Oh thou lying Oracle where 's My promist Mountains all your Boasted Miracles No Flattring falshood tell thy Lord of Darkness There is no Faith in Hell Did'st thou not Promise False Prophetess that I should raign in Pleasure Ros If Soveraignty Dominion if to hold A King in Chains and Crowns in Vassalage be To raign in Pleasure she has perform'd that Promise Cel. A King my Slave poor narrow-bounded Throne Thin empty Bliss for in Possessing His I have lost the Hearts of all the World beside Nay what has all my mighty Conquest made me That little despicable Wretch a Harlot Oh the foul Blister Cankers and Diseases Is there that humblest of my cringing Flatterers That waits th' uprising of my morning Smile And pays me his All Hayl for the snatch'd blessing Even with those Lips that kiss the Earth I move on No sooner is his fawning Face turn'd from me But with a low reviling Eye puts forth His forked Tongue and hisses at my Shame Ros Why all this foolish Murmur Thus concern'd For that Course Vulgar Blast the Popular Breath Does your exalted Greatness want Their Love It is enough they fear you Fear the noblest Prerogative 't was Fear that first made Gods Cel. No Girle this Shallow Sophistry Ros Nay Madam Your Witches and your Propheycing Devils I 'm sure have done their Part. And if you have still A giddy roving uncontented Thought E'ne blame your own unsatisfyed desires If Womans vain Ambition covets more Then all Hell has to give 't is not Hells Fault but Womans Cel. But oh my Rosalin I cannot bear This publick Odium of the World and live Only the Mistress of his loose Desires His burning Kisses all but Sooty Fires That little Outly of his Love his Mistress Ros His Mistress Why wou'd you be his Queen Cel. His Queen Ay that 's A name indeed that Sacred Post of Honour Myriads of pleasures wait the hallow'd Brightness A Solid Heaven of Constellated Blisses Substantiall Power untainted Glory Then I should have Hearts as well as Knees to serve me Ros His Queen Why truly Madam since your Wishes Must soar so high I know no wondrous Stops That hold their Flight considering your Ascendant The Eyes you wear and the fond Heart you govern Cel. Ha Ros Were the Gordian Bar remov'd between you The golden Fruit would meet your reaching Hand And fairly bid you carve your own Desires Cel. The Gordian Bar remov'd and fairly carve My own Desires What Bar but poor Herminia That feeble Thred Thou dear inspiring Devil Oh what a mountain Thought of vast Ambition Comes pouring ore me like a rolling Deluge Ros Madam Young Mirvan the Queens favourite Evnuch Waits for Access as your petitioner Cel. Mirvan Admit him Enter Mirvan Mir. Madam amongst the universall Knees All bending to salute the rising Sun Might poor I dare t'implore one smiling Beam Cel. Push thy fair suit and try thy generous Fortune Mirv. Then Madam I 've a Brother and a Brother Not born like me to curse his riffled Cradle A Brother that writes Man and would write Man In Characters of Blood A Youth that dares As much as Courage can or Honour ought And tho' his praise suits not my Mouth to give Fair Truth her due he wears a Sword he thinks Too brave to rust a Boy that wou'd lead Men And therefore begs by me your gracious Interest For a Commission for him Cel. If thy Brother Sweet Boy but fights with half the Grace thou suest He might lead Armys Well kind Advocate He shall have a Commission and a Noble one Mirv. Thus low my Kneeling Gratitude Cel. Rise Mirvin This Boy well manag'd aside Rise my pretty Suppliant Thou look'st and talk'st so winningly there 's nothing I can deny to that petitioning Face Mirv. My Face 'T is well I have a Face to beg a Ladys favour aside Cel. Well gentle Boy such early Wit as Thine Tells me thou know'st the World How dost thou like The pleasures of a Court Mirv. How shou'd I like What I want pow'r to taste Cel. Nay fye my Boy Thou wrongst my Innocent meaning Mirv. Then
Tomb of the great Cyrus there There through thy humble naked yielding Throat Hew out my Vengeance carve thy bleeding Heart A Sacrifice to Clarismunda's wrongs My Guards my Slaves there Enter Attendants Guards 1 Attend. Madam Your Commands Clar. If your lost Honour and your bleeding Country An injur'd Monarch and a Kingdoms shame Can rouze your Swords Oront Strike strike 'em through this Breast Yes generous Persians behold before ye The black Orontes Scythias Tyrant Lord Stain'd in the Blood of Thousand Thousand Persians And the deplored Orsanes barbarous Murderer But bear me to the Tomb of your great Cyrus There hew your Vengeance carve my bleeding Heart A Sacrifice to Clarismundas Wrongs Clar. So pleas'd with Fate Then thou' rt in love with Death Oront So much in Love that on my Knees I 'll meet it I wear a Load of useless Life about me And thou' rt so kind to ease me of my Burthen Now Gentlemen perform your Royal Charge Bear me to Death to Death with the Vile Monster Loaded with Chains led forth a publick Spectacle To pointing Infamy and hissing Scorn For that fair Doom will have it so Clar. Will have it so Orant Quick quick ye tedious Slaves Can she speak Death and you want Wings to execute Let not Crown'd-Head nor King those titular Sounds Tye up your Hands those forfeit Names my Crimes And this wrong'd Fair But bear me to my Death to Scaffolds Gibbets Stript to a Naked Dungeon Malefactor Tread my crush'd Soul Clar. Stand off ye Impious Villains A Monarch's Blood and shed by Hangmens hands Oh whither was my Fleeting Glory going His bending Neck like a tame bleating Sacrifice A stroke beneath my Scorn But haste Arsaces Raise all my Persian Guards and in their Head Go bear him back back to his moving Armies Safe to his headed Legions There Orontes At the Proud Front of all thy Royal Squadrons With Groves of Spears and walling Shields around thee Rich in thy Crested Plumes and Glittering Steel Worthy the Persian Swords and Clarismundas Vengeance Strike then my Arm of Fate Oront Oh wondrous Honour Even in amazing Cruelty Clar. Yes Scythian Though all the Persian Bolts Are levell'd at that Heart thy Blood Orontes My whole rich Game of Death yet not to snare My hunted Lyon in Ignoble Toils No King Return return thy Crown thy Arms And Royal Standard want thy leading Sword Oront So brave a Foe Clar. Reserve thy Sword thy Answer Arm'd at the head of slaughter'd Fields there Scythian Fall thy great self Die warm my Royal Enemy To morrows hotter Veins my Vengeance pay Thy Blood Orontes is too cold to Day Exit Oront Die warm Yes Generous Foe thy envy'd Glory Shall light my Fire Despair to Fury turn In my last Flash my brightest Blaze shall burn Through Blood and Death move on ' gainst all thy odds Thy Wrongs the Arming World and battailing Gods For by those Eyes a Sacrifice decreed 'T is just I should a glorious Victim bleed Exit Scene Changes Enter Celestina and Rosalin Cel. The Bolt is shot and now a Crown stand fair aside Ros Madam I 'm all Amazement at the News Cel. Amaz'd at what To hear a mad young wife Has took a Midnight's Ramble Ros But the Queen Oh Madam Certainly some strange Despair Has caused this Secret Flight perhaps to seek Some solitary Grot to Sigh and Die Cel. To Sigh and Die Poor innocent Simplicity What if she 's stoln to some retiring Solitude To meet a private Lover Ros How a Lover Cel. Mark the Truth I tell thee That very thing a Lover Ros 'T is impossible Such Tears and so much Nuptial Faith Cel. Why All That 's nothing Womans Truth like Womans Beauty Is not a thing Immortal Ros But dear Madam Herminias rigid Principles of Honour And her fond Sighs even for her Faithless Lord Admit a Lawless Love Cel. Though it be Lawless Is it not Love still Fool Enter King King Dear Sovereign of my Soul Asia's fair Pride and Persia's more than Conqueror Thou all amazing Brightness to my Bosom Cel. Oh Prince Encircled in these Arms methinks The Transport of my Joys bears my wing'd soul so high Till I look down on Under-Worlds beneath me King Look down indeed thou dear Triumphant Fair Whilst those poor Under-Worlds all blushing own Their whole Creation cannot match these Eyes Cel. Nay now you flatter King By those sweets I cannot For thine are Charms above the reach of Flattery But Madam t' add one Trophy to your Eyes The poor Resenting Queen wouldst thou believe it Is this Night fled from Court Cel. Alas poor pittied Sweetness King Prithee be kind and Read this murmuring Scrole A Farewel Letter she has left behind her Celest Reads That I have Loved you to a Superstition planted my very Heaven in Love Your Vnkindness is the too Fatal Cause when I thus fly to the Arms of a kinder Heaven Herminia King That she is gone and th' angry Cause that drives her Her Letter speaks too plain But whither gone That she has wrap'd in Mystery I suppose I must be kept in Darkness from that Secret Gel. Darkness and Mystery Why is there any thing In this plain easie naked honest Letter Writ in that Cypher that it wants a Key to 't King Why Canst thou Read her meaning Cel. Fie my Lord Can you not Read it Why this idle Question You will not Read it Sir And 't is so generous I love you for this goodness King Will not Read it Cel. Ay will not must not And 't is Noble in you A little innocent Ignorance is sometimes A Manly Virtue worthy even a King King Madam This is all Riddle Cel. Riddle Nay Sir as if you did not know Where and to whose Embracing Arms she 's gone King Arms and Embraces Cel. Ah poor Lady We little guess the pains of slighted Love But her Despair has took the wisest remedy Her Griefs found a very gentle Cure Nay she 's so kind to make it her Confession And you 're more kind to wink at little Frailties King Still you talk in Clouds Has she made you the Confident of her Flight Or is there ought coucht in that mystick Scrole My shallow Reason has not depth to fathom If so 't were kind you would instruct my weakness Cel. Nay if you 'll force me then to play th'Interpreter T' explain a Ladies blushing weakness Mark Sir She tells you first she lov'd t' a Superstition Planted her very Heav'n in your embraces And when that slighting unkind Heav'n forsakes her Tells you as honestly to supply your room She 'as chose the Arms of a much kinder Heav'n And pray what Heav'n what Arms but kind Tygranes King My Brother ha Cel. You know he 's gone to th' Camp And she 's as kindly gone to meet him there King God's 't is impossible Cel. Nay to convince you 'T is now stale news even Boys and Varlets talk it King Confusion Cel. The young Mirvan Sir's my Oracle