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A44629	The Usurper, a tragedy as it was acted at the Threatre Royal by His Majesties servants / written by ... Edward Howard, Esq.	Howard, Edward, fl. 1669.	1668 (1668)	Wing H2975; ESTC R11923	45,958	82

me now another time Sould. I must not be deny'd I was civil to you Hug. What dost mean Sould. You must walk presently as I direct or I have A Goad will make you mend your pace Hug. Souldier oh Sould. I must do my duty I have an Order for 't I Expect a Reward too Therefore dear Hugo Hug. For thy Honour thou knowst I sav'd thy Life Sonld Do not you remember the Proverb Save a man From the Gallows and he 'l be the first Shall cut your Throat March honest Hugo march Exeunt The Senators appear in the Senate to them Cleomenes Alexius Dorion Sicanus Calanthe veil'd Cleom. That you are safe and met here is the Joy Of your Cleomenes who hath no Ambition but To Repair his sad and bleeding Country And that the Laws after so many Stromes May run in their own free and ancient Channel Lay down your Fears of an Usurping Tyrant Whose Lust of Empire hath committed such Horrid and high Impieties I tremble But to Remember And at the last hath added Unto his many Paricides the murther Of his own Son A Person that was only Unhappy that he had so vile a Father Who though not at present dead Yet Omn. Sen. How not dead Cleom. Not dead Fathers but by the Providence of Heaven that heard our prayers he is now Within your power and timely shall appear To be the Object of your Justice first 1. Sen. Thou art thy Conntries and our great Preservor Cleom. But there is something Honour'd Fathers of Greater Concern to take up your chief thoughts I meant it in my promise and shall not Detain your Hopes too long Here I present The lovely person of a long lost Princess A Branch surviving of the Royal Family Whose Story will draw up your Love and Wonder The fair Calanthe They offer to Rise Fathers keep your places And think what your own duties are oblig'd too Sen. It will Require no Study We declare Her Right to the Succession the Crown Is justly hers and we Salute her Queen Long live Cleom. Stay Honour'd Fathers though her name and Virtues Deserve as much as all her Sex together Whose preservation has been long my Study Though I have nothing to accuse your duties Yet she must not be Queen Cal. VVhat means Cleomenes Omn. Sen. My Lord your Reason Cleom. I 'le shew you a Reason presently Exeunt Cleomenes and Col onel Cal. After a great and constant zeal to place me In my own Right Is he become my Enemy The faith of man is but a Mockery Enter Cleomenes Cleander with Timandra Alexius Dorion Sicanus Cleom. Here is my Reason Fathers Do none here Know this too long obscur'd Face Omn. Sen. The King 'T is Cleander The Senators Rise Cleom. Your pardon Madam To Calanthe Cal. Ha! my Brother let me throw My Soul into his Bosome Blest Cleomenes My Royal Brother dearer to my Heart Than many thousand Kingdoms ●lean O my dear Sister Cleander led to his Seat by Cleomenes and Senators ●mn Sen. Long live Cleander King of Scicily Clean. I shall employ the best Care of my Life ●world● serve you and my Country ●world● Sen. You are dropt a present Sir from Heaven aand after ●s blessing there is nothing left to pray for ●t that the same great Arm that brought you ●ther with so much Miracle and Peace ●y still be a Guard about your Crown Clean. Most Honour'd Subjects ●ead firm Loyalty in every Face ●ould else think the Crown a Burthen to me ●t I must tell you that my Fortune meets it ●hen I have more Capacity of bearing ●o great a weight For here is one that must ●vide all Cares with me The fair Timandra Rises from his Seat and goes to Timandra ●ur Voices and consent will weave our Crowns ●d persons into One Heaven hath done his Office Cleo. Then long Live Cleander and Timandra ●ng and Queen of Scicily and Namidia Tim. I am rewarded now for all my Sufferings Cal. Madam To the Queen Tim. My Sister now Clea. Cleomenes pardon my unjust suspition ●pon thy Honour Cal. He is perfect in all goodness I must own him ●ly best preserver You can never Sir ●nough reward his Piety Clea. I will hope ●world● you consent Calanthe Dar'st give thy self to me Cal. Most freely Sir Clea. So what think you of my Sister Cleo. What I should think if she were not your Sister ●ere soon resolv'd ●e is the wonder of her Sex A Princess ●o be with Reverence look'd on a far off Clea. My Lord if I should bring her nearer to you Cleo. She is in my Soul already Clean. Come Calanthe ●world● see thou only canst Reward Cleomenes ●nd nothing else left worthy of his Faith And Honour I must give thy self to him Take her Cleomenes from me your Hearts will meet And make no difference Cal. I Confirm my Brothers gift Cleomenes Thy Blood is from the Race of noblest Ancestors Thy Virtue makes the greater and let Envy Talk it self dumb thou dost deserve a Princess And shall 't be Read in story to thy Honour When some that boast great Empires shall have dark And common Mention Cleom. 'T is too much Grace Clean. The Command Of all our Forces both by Sea and Land Are thine with what can be hereafter found Worthy of thy Desert and fit to add unto Calanthes Dowry Cleom. Your bounties overwhelm me I must fear My Bark's too small for this great Happiness But will remember still you are Calanthe Enter Damocles Guarded Dirion S●canus Dam. Are you my Guard Sic. We do attend your Person Dam. But I had men that would Obey Dor. You had a Son too but you murther'd him Dam. Fine fellows Ha! What are these Senators Their Faces are much paler then their Robes And some of these dropt at Timoleons Tomb Ha! I know 'em agen See how my dream continues When shall I wake Me thinks I feel the weight Of mountains on me Cleomenes What gay thing is that Cleom. 'T is Cleander the King Dam. Ha ha A very dream still If I were not A sleep who durst confine me thus and give me Such saucy Language What 's that Lady Cleom. 'T is the Kings Sister the fair Calanthe Dam. So so I am confirm'd and that 's Timand●a Whom the fine King plays withall Chimeraes What strang things do we fancy in our dreams Some Thunder wake me Enter Hugo Guarded Cleom. Hugo Sir the Usurpers Parasite A most Perfideous Villain Hug. Ha! The King I am blasted Sir I most Humbly beg that you would hang me Clea. The Laws may fit you Sir Hug. I have deserv'd it Clea. I make no question Remove this horrid Traytor from my sight This day be sacred to our Kingdoms Peace And let him dream on till the Laws and Death Awake him Alex. Ask the King mercy Speak for your self Hugo Hug. To what purpose Let me say what I will I Knew they will hang me They lead him off Dam. Then I will wake my self The next wound 's his that dares approach me Cleander I will do the Justice Wounds himself with a Poniard Clean. Restrain him Dam. 'T is too late I scorn your Canting Forms of Law 'T is in my Power to deceive all your policy Ha! I do begin to be awake This wound has don 't But I shall sleep agen I fear and quickly Vanish I know not whither My eyes grow dim o' th' sudden 'T is a trouble Now to look upwards Heaven 's a great way off I shall not find the way i' th' dark Farewell Dies Alex. He 's Dead Clea. But left his name behind A Glorious Villain His Head shall be advanc'd upon the Castle But let his Body crow'd for Burial I' th' Common Execution place You Gentlemen no more a Senate shall Be honour'd with the name of our great Counsel And leave it to my care to Recompence Your Loss and Sufferings Omne Sen. You are Gracious Clean. There shall be an Indemnity for those Whose frailty and not malice made 'em Act Under the Tyrant Cleo. Mercy becomes a King which as it flows Upon your Enemies should have a free Stream to your Friends whose Faith Sir hath been try'd You ●lse would break their Honest hearts Clean. I thank your good advice my Lord. Cleom. And in their number let me Sir present To kiss your Hand this noble Gentleman Son of the Lord Demaratus who Bleed A Martyr for you Cal. He was my second Father Clean. And my Friend you shall be Parmenio kisses the Kings Hand Restor'd both to his Honour and his Fortunes Beside the Addition of some employment That may be worthy near our Person Cleo. What shall be done with Dionysius Body Clean. It shall have honourable interment Come Timandra Set on to th' Temple first Where we may Pay Our thanks and Vows to Heaven whose Justice though It march but slow and silent Yet at the last bold Traytors all shall Feel It stricks their proud Heads with an Arm of Steel Exeun●●mnes FINIS THE EPILOGUE TO THE USURPER THe Moral use of Plays does make us know Actions which virtues Raise and vice lay Low Teaching the Bad though even dead to fear They may be Reviv'd to be punish'd here As now this Play by some such Magick Call Has rais'd a bold Usurper up to Fall And if I may advise you Gentlemen Faith let him live if but to dye agen His Crime was horrid and it is not fit One death of the Usurper Expiate it Let him dye often He 's content that way Still to be punish'd so you 'l spare the Play Which by our Authors aim was meant to be Here a Record of all such Loyalty That after long Contests did safely bring Subjects to Rights and to his Throne our King

to a Flight abve The wo●lds Ambition and though I be A stranger here there we should be acquainted Where we might live and love to all Eternity Tim. What do I hear Cal. The Queen Sir Cal. spies the Queen Clea. Ha! Timandra I am but The shadow of my self those two divide All that I was between ' em Art thou come I 'le tell the Secret Polydore's a woman A Princess my Timandra One that lov'd me Before my Happiness of knowing thee And yet I dare not tell her who I am Though a dear part of my self nor dare I kiss her For fear my Soul dissolve upon her Lip Cal. He has some strange Contention in his Breast Tim. What killing Language do I hear Have I for this made forfeit of a Kingdom And what is dearer Liberty Puld on me A Tyrants Rage and given my heart to one That in my presence owns another Mistriss Clea. I see the Clouds are gathering to make A storm within thee Let one word disperse 'em It is Calanthe my dear long lost Sister Tim. And will you not uncloud your self to her Clea. Take heed Cal. I canot blame their passions high at parting Aside Clea. It were a wickedness the Gods Would never pardon I le give the a Reason She knows I am to die O let me vanish I' th' dark for but to tell her I am Cleander That must within few minutes bow my Neck T'th ' Hang-mans Ax to please a bloody Tyrant 'T would strik her dead immediately before us And I should be her Murtherer No Timandra Let the Usurpers Soul own all that guilt When I am past the miseries of Life I le tell the Angels who are coming after And that 's enough Tim. I would say something Speaking to Calanthe But so many Seas of sorrow meet within mee They drown my Tongue and Heart Enter Cleomenes Reading a Paper Attendant Cleom. Your duties 1. Atten. I am commanded to attend you Madam To your Chamber Tim. Where you please Exit 2. Atten. Sir I have Orders to wait upon you Clean. Thou call'st me to my death 't is welcome Exit Cleom. Madam your Retirement is concern'd Cal. How soon we are all divided Exit Cleom. She must not know this Warrant for her death He has remembred her at last Let 〈◊〉 dye to morrow Timandra will be next and then his Son Reads And then my Head brings up the Rear I see The method of his Tiranny Enter Parmenio Parm. Sir I am very much Importun'd by the Moor Hiarbas Servant now your Prisoner Cleom. To what Parm. To let him speak with you He says he will discover Something to your private Ear you 'l thank him for A secret will be wellcome to the King And worth his pardon if you will promote it Cleom. Prithee admit him Exit Parmenio and enter with Arisba Have you any thing to say To me Aris. My Lord I have something to reveal to your Lordship And in Hope you will mediate for my pardon Cleom. Be brief Aris. There is a person in the World Cleom. One person in the World take him away The Fellow trifles and is tedious Aris. Not so quick I 'le come to the Business My Lord I 'le tell you The Gentleman you Call Hiarbas Cleom. What of him Aris. Is no such man No Moor. Cleom. How Aris. No more then your Lordship these hands temper'd The Ingredients that gave him the Complexion He wears I dare not speak too loud It is the King Sir Cleom. Ha! the King Aris. King Cleander Cleom. Make it good and be for ever Happy Aris. I knew it would be wellcome news upon my Most certain knowledge he has walk'd in that Obscurity since the Defeat he had 〈◊〉 Battle The Queen only knows of it beside my self There are few could have kept a Secret so long And so sweet as I have done but the fear Of Hanging has had the better of my Conscience Cleom. Thy 〈…〉 For such a Service The King shall 〈…〉 Aris. Nay let him give me what he will beside I hope You do not conceive that I have done this out Of any ill Principle only the Gallows Was too strong for my Imagination Cleom. Art sure this is not Reveal'd to any else Aris. Upon my 〈◊〉 your Lordship 〈…〉 Cleom. Then I 'le take course to be the last It shall go no further Cleomenes kills Arisba Aris. Oh Cleom. Take thy Reward base Villain Betray thy King and Master Parmenio throw him Into that Lobby and dost 〈…〉 off his Head I shall have use on 't So good Heavens I thank you 〈◊〉 we have much to 〈…〉 Exit without Parmenio Enter Timandra and her Attend an t Tim. I thank you Sir only I shall Request This favour when Hiarbas with his Blood Hath satisfied the Thrist of Damocles That you would bring me word Serv. I shall Exit Tim. That news may give a period to my Life And break my Heart What benefit have Princes To be born great To have a name and power Above the common Tribe for a few minutes When they 'r expos'd to the same Strokes of Fortune Which renders them but still the more unhappy And their fall so much the greater as they are Thrown from the taller Precipice Enter Attendants Atten. Madam the Prince Dionysius by some favour Of my Lord Cleomenes is come to visit you Tim. Alas this is no season for a Visit And yet he has deserv'd all my Civilities I pray admit him Enter Dionysius Dion Pardon dear Madam that I have presum'd To make intrusion upon your Sorrow I have only to present you my sad Heart That sees and mourns your ●ate Enter Cleomenes hastily Cleom. Madam the King is come into the Castle Sir as you weigh my Safety or your own You must not be seen here That way you 'l meet him You may Obscure I know not where within That Bed-chamber his Jealousie at your Sight Will turn him into a Flame to all our Ruins Dion You shall perswade Though it be worse than death To shew this Fear Cleom. For the Queens Honour there Sir I hear him Dionysius obscures Coming up the Staires One word more Madam I dare not trust your tender Heart To Tim. Without a Caution let no Object fright you Hiarbas shall be safe upon my Honour By your fair self he shall until you speak with him Enter Damocles and Hugo Is 't done Cleom. He is dispatch'd Sir You ne'r shall see his Face agen Dam. Not see it I must Cleomenes therefore when I send for 't Let it be ready Hugo attend Cleom. 'T is at your Service Sir Exit Cleom. and Hugo Dam. What says the fair Desire now Have you consider'd And throw off all your unbecoming Wildness The very thought and memory of Hiarbas Or any other that durst take the Boldness To offer at Affection as my Rival Are all your sullen humors tam'd and vanish'd And in that stubborn Heart have I a name Lord of that Empire by thy Choise and