these thy friends subscribing to thy praise And faire deservings have done well 't will raise Opinion in the readers and engage Them to peruse what wee saw on the Stage If knowing ones their judgement thus will be The Commondation 's short the Comedy Speakes better for it selfe more home but yet My vote must goe I say no purer wit Did ever grace the scene nay it hath in 't Expressions of so new and rich a Mint That the old Poets well might wish the name Of this new Play were added to their fame IOHN OGLEBY OGLEBYE To the much honoured James Shirley upon his Royall Master LEt no man thinke I hither coldly came On purpose to commend or to seeke fame By this impression that world may say What is this Iackson that commends the play Though t is a grace to stand as Courtiers use To usher in the reader to thy Muse Yet by the way I le tell him I have read The Lawes of Flaccus with a serious head And that according to those statutes there Never to be repeal'd thy Poems are Thy discreete stile is elegantly plaine In Sock and Buskin proper to each veine Of Time Place Person and that all thy wit Is not by chance but regularly writ Nor dost thou gall the Theater we may Be acted every man yet see thy play Invisible so curious is thy Pen Which can at once would heale and better men Therefore will I hereafter cease to mourne For those great wits commended to the Vrne And if 't be true that transmigrations be They are in Shirley all for ought I see IOHN IACSON On M. James Shirley his Royall Master THere are some men doe hold there is a place Cal'd Limbus Patrum if such have the grace To wave that Schisme and Poetarum said They of that saith had me a member made That Limbus I could have beleev'd thy braine Where Beamont Fletcher Shakespeare a traine Of glorious Poets in their active heate Move in that Orbe as in their former seate When thou began'st to give thy Master life Me thought I saw them all with friendly strife Each casting in his dose Beamont his weight Shakespeare his mirth and Fletcher his conceit With many more ingredients with thy skill So sweetely tempered that the envious quill And tongue of criticks must both write and say They never yet beheld a smoother Play IAMES MERVYN THE FIRST ACT. Enter King of Naples the Duke of Florence Montalto Octavio Riviero Andrugio Guido Aloigio Alexio Duke Y' are great in all that 's good King You shew the bounty Of your opinion my extent in all things Is but to bid you welcome you had a sister The envy of the Angels whilst she lived Our Queene now made their blest companion Should wee exempt those faire deserts dwell in you So much we owe her memory Duke Pray no more Rivi. We must not be too open truest friend Thy bosome is my Sanctuary Andr. When it leaves To be Religious for thy safety may it By an angry flame from heaven be turnd to ashes Duke Your nature is too soft let not the mention Of her that was my sister and you Queene Beget another sigh she was long since blest Cesaria is in heaven we are met for joyes You were not framed to be her Monument Sleepe let her ashes in the urne conteines 'em King I ha done Enter Theodosia Ladies Your sister King Is all the treasure Is left me sir but cannot be too rich For your acceptance Duke All my wealth is summ'd When shee does smile upon me and her Character In the full glory when shee 's nam'de your sister Are you not weary of a guest deare Madam Am I still welcome Theo. Sir wee are All honour'd in your presence and though not high To your merit yet your entertainement is As full of love as nature can expresse To a twin brother more I dare presume You shall accuse your selfe if you be lesse A Prince in Naples by free use of power Then your owne Florence Duke Madam you must be Lesse faire and powerfull in tongue if you Expect I should be still a Prince and yet My ambition will be high and glorious Enough to be receiv'd your Graces servant For whom I should account my age no travell To have my pilgrimage rewarded with Your faire eyes Madam able to create Another life and spirit in old Nature King How does Montalto like the Duke Montal. Sir Naples cannot study an addition Of fame beyond what this alliance will Deserve in future story the excesse Of what is good nay excellent in him would stocke a barren Province King T is our happinesse Monta. But 't is not mine for though I thus disguise My face and tongue my heart is my owne friend And cannot wish my ambition supplanted By any smooth chin'd Prince alive my Lords Andr. Look how they flock and fawne upon his greatnes These are his creatures by his power plac'd So neare about the King he can heare nothing Of his great favorite but what their flattery And partiall tongues convey into his eare Rivi. Pitty so sweete a nature as the Kings Should be abus'd by Parasites but I may In time dissolve these court mists that so long Have hung upon 't and render the Kings eyes Free to distinguish objects if there be No witchcraft exerciz'd upon his senses 1 lady My Lord you are very pleasant Octav. Is it not Becomming the discretion of a young Courtier to observe times and methods and when Madam Are you for this match 1 Lady What my Lord Octav. You wod not Be sad at heart to sleepe with such a bedfellow As the Duke is 2 Lady How my Lord Octav. Provided Matrimony were not farre of yet without it There are some Ladies would excuse their modestie And meete and thinke their fate at all adventures If no worse man would make their husband of The honorable order of the night-cap 1 Lady When will you marry my Lord Octav. I am young Yet when I am ripe to grapple with a maidenhead The Lord Montalto the great Court Patron Will help me to a wife 2 Lady You are bound to his Lordship Octav. And so I am Madam if you knew all I have many obligations to his honour But there is one writ here whose memory Will keepe my soule awake King Andrugio Guido I doe not like their conference Mont. 'Las he has no imployment in the state He waites like a dull cipher and I have My spies upon him if I finde him busie My power with the king shall soone transplant him Or force him like Riviero his old friend But of more braine and faction to give up His ghost abroad Aloi. 'T was just for your owne safety Monta. This is an honest easy Nobleman Allowed to weare some Court formallity Walke on the tarres picke his teeth and stroake Vpon a festivall some golden sentence Out of his beard for which the guard admire him And cry him up a Statesman hee 's
THE ROYALL MASTER As it was Acted in the new Theater in Dublin AND Before the Right Honorable the Lord Deputie of Ireland in the Castle Written by IAMES SHIRLEY Fas extera quaerere rigna LONDON 〈…〉 To the Right Honorable GEORGE Earle of Kildare Baron of Ophalie and Primier Earle of the Kingdome of Ireland My Lord IT was my happinesse being a stranger in this kingdome to kisse your Lordships hands to which your noblenesse and my owne ambition encourag'd me nor was it without justice to your name to tender the first fruits of my observance to your Lordship whom this Island acknowledgeth her first native Ornament and top branch of Honour Be pleased now my most honorable Lord since my Affaires in England hasten my departure and prevent my personall attendance that something of me may be honourd to waite upon you in my absence this Poeme t is new and never yet personated but expected with the first when the English Stage shall bee recovered from her long silence and her now languishing scene changed into a welcome returne of wits and men And when by the favour of the winds and Sea I salute my Country againe I shall report a story of the Jrish honour and hold my selfe not meanely fortunate to have beene written and receiv'd The humblest of your Lordships servants IAMES SHIRLEY To my Ingenious Friend James Shirley upon his Royall Master AS a rich gemme enchac'd in gold affords More radiant lustre to the gazers eye Inprison'd so within it selfe it hoords Vp all the beamy treasures of the skie Beames loose reflex on bodies diaphane But cast on solids they rebound againe So would thy lines my Friend in paper pent Contract the whole applauses of the age But should they a neglected ornament Be soly made the study of the Stage They might like water in the Sunshine set Retaine his image not impart his heate Then Print thy Poem Shirley 't were a fault To dungion this instructive peece of thine Had the Sunnes Spheare beene made a thicke rib'd vault We had receiv'd no influence from his shine Thou shouldst die traitour to succeeding times And thy best vertues prove but splendid crimes IAMES MERVYN On Mr. James Shirley's Royall Master SVch curious eyes as in a Poeme looke For the most part doe finde the printed booke With verses frontispic'd to shew their wit In praise of the authors which occasions it And I have seene some peeces that have stood In neede of witnesses to prove them good This Poets skill is here so clearely showne In offering light to his they dimme their owne For all that with unsquinted eyes shall see This well limb'd pecce of polish'd poesie In justice to themselves must needes confesse Friends cannot adde nor envie make it lesse FRA. BVTLER Vpon Mr. James Shirley his Comedy cal'd The Royall Master VVHen Spencer reign'd sole Prince of Poets here As by his Fairy Queene doth well appeare There was not one so blind so bold a Bard So ignorantly proud or foolish-hard To encounter his sweete Muse for Phoebus vow'd A sharp revenge on him should be so proud And when my Shirley from the Albion shore Comes laden with the Muses all their store Transferres to Dublin full Parnassus brings And all the riches of Castalian Springs Shall we not welcome him with our just votes And shall we doo 't with harsh and envious notes No no Thalia Envy shall not sit So high above our judgement and our wit As not to give just merit his due praise And crowne thy Poet with deserved Bayes Shirley stand forth and put thy Lawrell on Phoebus next heire now Ben is dead and gone Truly legitimate Ireland is so just To say you rise the Phenix of his dust And since thy Royall Master won so much On each Iudicious and hath stood the touch T is fit he should more then private when He weares two Crownes their votes and thy smooth penne DRV. COOPER On the Royall Master to his Friend the Author SMooth and unsullied lines keepe on your way From envies Ioss'le free a cleare ey'd day Smiles on your triumph onely thus to blame Too lavish is your sacrifice to fame Lesse of such perfume to succeeding age The dead would sweeten and enbalme the Stage Here is a pile of incense every line Heapes on fresh Narde your Muse cannot decline To intermissions some leave hills by turnes Flame and expire his Etna ever burnes RIC. BELLING To my deserving Friend Mr. James Shirley on his Royall Master I Like some petty Brooke scarse worth a name Must yet pay tribute to thy full-stream'd fame But I le not strive as men sometimes to raise An uncouth structure to thy merits praise From others ruines thy just minde will scorne To owne Encomiums so basely borne Therefore I write what may become my free Acknowledgment and fit thy modestie Thy Muse I honor'd e're I knew by sight Thy person oft I 've seene with much delight Thy sweete composures but this last and new Smooth peece which here hath grac'd the publicke view Claimes more regard I give to all the rest Their faire desert but ranke this with thy best T. I. To his much esteemed Friend Mr. James Shirley on his Royall Master YOu who the readers are of the choice wit And have the leading voice in censuring it Whose votes Grand jurors are and onely have The well knowne power either to kill or save Give this a noble greeting and its due May Phoebus else withdraw his beames from you My worthy Friend this Play 'o th publicke Stage Hath gain'd such faire applause as 't did engage A nation to thy Muse where thou shalt raigne Vicegerent to Apollo who doth daigne His darling Ben deceased thou should'st be Declar'd the heire apparant to his tree W. MARKHAM To the Honour'd Author of the Royall Master DEare Friend I joy my love hath found the meanes To waite upon and vindicate thy scenes From some few scruples of the weaker sex Whose nicer thoughts their female minds perplex For man he sinkes if he but censure none Dare deprave Kings Inauguration Say they what makes the King in his dispose So Icy-temperd as he frankly throwes Freedome on all except himselfe contrives The way for other men to purchase wives Takes joy to forward propagation By Nuptiall knot yet to himselfe ties none Prettie poore fooles and Virgins how you 'r kind Vulgar like are in apprehension blind Come reade you 'le see when you this peece peruse The Royall Masters Spouse is Shirlies Muse Why then to him and her an altar raise Tapers are set flaming with equall praise See see his Genius gracefully doth bend To the just vote of every loving friend The elevated Circle is upheld Betwixt the binall Cherubs palmes beheld By all judicious eyes the heart the voice Of all ingenious doe applaud the choice Of your great Royall Master say they 'ue found Two Monarkes with one glorious Laurell crownd W. SMITH To his worthy Friend the Author ALL
sent off When he is troublesome to a phlegmaticke clime A dull Embassadour no that Duke Guido Is all my feare but I have contrived something May rectifie my fate Duk. How much you honour me But you might spare all other entertainements And bravery of Court they may affect My eyes with wonder and obliege my just Acknowledgement but all their glorie 's met Into one height hold no proportion To inflame my heart or more expresse my welcome Then this your free grace Madam and those hopes That blesse my imagination from your favour Theo. I am but what my brothers love and vertue Will make me but there 's nothing that can move With his consent I shannot flee to obey Mont. I had rather feede upon his heart You promis'd Sir the Duke to hunt this morning King I had forgot will you be pleas'd to try The pleasures of a Forrest Duke I le attend King Theodosia you are not for that exercise Guido whispers and sends Guido off Theo. I wish all pleasures waite upon you My heart must covet your returne Duke And mine To dwell for ever in so faire a bosome King To horse the morning wasts Mon. Some policie Must cure this feare my bold resolves are fixt I have made some attempts and courted her But shee has not understood me I must worke By countermine and scatter into aire His swelling hopes Octavio Exit Octav. My good Lord Andr. Sir I present this Gentleman to kisse Your hand hee 's the Dukes secretary a Roman Borne and has a great ambition To be knowne to you for your fathers sake With whom he did converse in Rome and honour Till death concluded their acquaintance Octav. Sir Your love and knowledge of my father will Deserve you should be welcome to his sonne Rivi. He made me his companion many yeares No brothers were more chain'd in their affections He did impart much of his bosome to me Octav. You knew why he left Naples Rivi. He did trust me with the cause my Lord and every circumstance The Kings minoritie and Montaltoes power Gainst which no innocent could plead in Naples Andr. Not to loud Sir you may be heard Rivi. Your pardon Octav. Why should truth Faint at the name of greatnesse this Colossus Montalto is but mortall sure time has Forgot to use his wings or nature is Vnwilling I should grow to write full man To take revenge upon that polititian Our Protean favourite Rivi. It is my wonder The King so strangely should continue this Affection to Montalto Octav. There 's some magicke in 't Rivi. Dare none complaine Andr. His engines are so plac'd None can approach the kings eare at which hang So many flatterers to infect it with Montaltoes praise Rivi. Pray give me sir this boldnesse Hee that doth lift an Axe to strike the roote Of any family cannot be without A thought to wound the branches you were left By computation but an Infant when Your fathers discontents and faction of This Montalto made him forsake Naples Which added to your mothers death the guard And comforts of your life were taken from you Having exprest this malice to your father A thousand wayes he might have sent you to Another world and taken off all feare Of a revenge how comes it that you live And visit Sir the Pallace with this freedome Octav. My Lord Andrugios knowledge of yon Sir Is my assurance of your faith Andr. I le give You reasons at some opportunity Not to repent your confidence Octav. You have Supplied my fathel in your care of me I live why I am this great Lords favorite Courted his creatures are my honours Companion to his pleasures Rivi. I observ'd Some gestures very loving to your Lordship Octav. The King himselfe for his sake gracing me With title of his bed-chamber Rivi. T is strange This newes will coole my resolution Andr. T is truth he doth ingage him to all favours Rivi. T is not impossible he may be honest Octa. And meane so but my soule cannot be brib'd So easily to prostrate my owne justice And leave my fathers ashes unreveng'd Which in my eare groane from beneath the Marble To keepe my thoughts awake Andr. We may suspect This is to catch applause a tricke to winne Vpon the people who did love Riviero And mourne his fate Octav. How ever I have art To keepe my breast close and accept his flatteries Can complement and with officious bend Thanke his high favours weare a face of mirth And prattle with the Ladies as if all The businesse I came into the world for Were but to talke and dance and goe a feasting Rivi. I must presume you want no counsell from My Lord who loved your father how to manage Your selfe to best advantage of your fame And honour unto both I am a servant Andr. My Lord Montalto may expect you Sir Rivi. It is not safe we be observ'd too much Octav. My Lord you have begun a favour by The acquaintance of this Gentleman I will Hope to salute him often by your meanes You shall not meete a heart more prompt to bid You welcome Sir Rivi. You too much grace your servant I shall present a trouble Octav. Come my Lord Exit Rivi. Montaltoes change hath staggard me already These favours may be hearty to Octavio And argument of penitence I le observe And sift his close heart if it prove unsound He whets revenge to make the deeper wound Exit Enter Guido Bombo Guid. I would speake with your Lady Sir Bom. You may Guid. Direct me Bom. With which of my Ladies Guid. With both or one Bom. I serve the daughter Guid. I would speake with her Bom. Shee is I know not where Guid. What Coxcombe 's this Enter Iacamo Guid. Dost heare friend I would speake with my Lady Simphorosa Iacam. This way and please your Lordship Guid. Stay preethe what fellowe 's that Iacam. A servant of my Ladies Guid. Is he mad Iaca. A little phantasticke but very harmelesse And makes my Ladies merry my young Madam Domitilla calls him her secretary for sport And wonder of his good parts Guid. What are they Iaca. He can neither write nor reade Guid. An excellent Secretary Iaca. But he has beene much given to 't To reading till much poring night and day Made him booke blinde and defying spectacles He walkes and thinkes he is wise and talkes upon His old stocke Guid. Preethe acquaint my Lady 'i th meane time I le have more dialogue with him Save you Sir Bom. Save your selfe Sir you are I tak 't a Courtier Guid. And you my Ladies Secretary Bom. I am so Guid. I heare you are an understanding Secretary Bom. T is so I am how came you by that knowledge Guid. We have your fame at Court Sir Bom. Can you reade Guid. I heare you cannot Bom. Right Guid. Nor write Bom. T is true Guid. What make you with a booke ha this is Euclid Bom. Euclid it may be so Guid. Why these are Mathematickes Bom. I
have a Chest full of them in my custody They were my old Lords gray when I tooke charge on 'em But now looke spruce and young there 's something in 'em Gu. What in the name of ignorance dost thou doe with 'em Bom. I am excellent at turning over leaves By which I keepe the wormes away Guid. Most learnedly Bom. I learnt it of my Ladies Chaplaine Sir Men are not alwayes bound to understand Their Library but to omit learning Not now consider'd by wise men what is Your businesse here I pray Guid. It does concerne Your selfe the King has heard of your good parts Bom. Sir as you love me say you saw me not I knew I should one time or other be Found out for state imployments heer 's my Lady Enter Simphorosa Domitilla I must obscure my selfe Domit. Why how now Secretary Whether so fast Bom. You little thinke Domit. What preethe Bom. Nor ever would beleeve but t is not my fault If the King come in person I le not be seene Domit. The King Bom. Few words there 's one I know him not Is little better then a spy upon me If you looke not to me I am gone Exit Domit. So it seemes Simp. How dine to day with us Guid. Such is his royall pleasure He is now hunting with the Duke whom he Intends to make your guest too Simp. My Lord I am not us'd to entertainements Nor is my house sit for so great a presence To avoide a storme they might obey Necessity and take it for some shelter But in so calme a day Guid. Madam although You please to undervalew what 's your owne The King despaires not you will bid him welcome You have no narrow dwelling and he knowes Your heart is spacious like your fortunes Madam Princes doe honour when they come upon Their subjects invitation but they love Where they invite themselves Simp. My duty is To meete that interpretation though the newes Come unexpected now it will my Lord Become me to be thrifty of the minute Their persons being so neare you will excuse If so short summons doe expect my care To entertaine 'em my good Lord you have honor'd me Guid. T is service I am bound to Exit Simpho Domit. Pray my Lord In your opinion what should moove the King To invite himselfe our guest and bring the Duke Along with him he us'd not to retire From hunting with this ceremony Guid. Princes Are like the windes and not to be examin'd Where they will breath their favours Domit. T is confest An honour to us and I hope you 'le pardon A womans curiositie Guid. Shall I Deliver my opinion while the King In entertainement of the Duke is shewing The pleasures and the glories of his kingdome He cannot hide that which his Naples boasteth Her greatest ornament your beauty Madam Domit. I thanke your Lordship I may now beleeve The court 's remooving hither yet this language Might doe you service to some other Lady And I release it willingly your complements I know my Lord are much worse for wearing Guid. You rather will beleeve your selfe worth praise Then heare it though we call it modesty It growes from some thing like a womans pride But it becomes you Madam I take leave My service to your noble Lady mother Exit Guido Domit. Mine shall attend your Lordship Enter Simphorosa Simp. Now Domitilla is my Lord gone Dom. Yes Madam Simp. I expected not These guests to day they 'le take us unprepard Domit. Not with our hearts to serve 'em and their goodnes Will excuse other want Simp. I know not daughter But I could wish rather to enjoy our selves Not for the cost those thoughts are still beneath me Dom. You have cause to feare I hope y' are troubled Simp. For thy sake Domitilla Dom. Mine deare Madam Simp. It was for thee I chose this quiet life Vpon thy fathers death and left the court Thou art all my care sole heire to all my fortunes Which I should see unwillingly bestowed On some gay prodigall Dom. I cannot reach Your meaning Simp. By some hastie marriage Dom. You would have me live a Virgin a lesse fortune Would serve me for a Nunne Sim. T is not my thought Thou art young and faire and though I doe not Suspect thy minde thus farre bred up to vertue I would not have it tempted but reservde For a most noble choise wherein should meet My care and thy obedience Dom. Y' are my mother And have so farre by your example taught me I Shall not neede the precepts of your vertue And let no thought of me take from your cheerefulnesse To entertaine the King we owe him duty And that charme wo'not hurt us Sim. This does please me Dom. It shall be still my study Sim. I must see How they prepare things may want method else Exit Simphorosa Enter Octavio Octa. I kisse your faire hand Madam Domitilla The King and Duke and all the jolly hunters With appetites as fierce as their owne hounds Will be here presently Dom. I hope they will not Devoure us my good Lord Octa. But I would sit and feast and feed mine eyes With Domitillaes beauty Dom. So my Lord here was a gentleman You could not choose but meete him spake your dialect I have forgot his name but he was some Great Lord Octa. Fye what a ignorance you live in Not to be perfect in a great Lords name There are few Ladies live with us but know The very Pages leave this darkenesse Madam And shine in your owne sphere where every starre Hath his due adoration Dom. Where Octav. The Court Confine such beauty to a Countrey house Live among Hindes and thicke skind fellowes that Make faces and will hop a furlong backe To finde the tother leg they threw away To shew their reverence with things that squat When they should make a curtsey to Court Madam And live not thus for shame the second part Of a fond Anchorite we can distinguish Of beauty there and wonder without spectacles Write Volumes of your praise and tell the world How envious diamonds cause they could not Reach to the lusture of your eyes dissolv'd To angry teares the Roses droope and gathering Their leaves together seeme to chide their blushes That they must yeeld your cheeke the victory The Lillies when they are censur'd for comparing With your more cleare and native purity Want white to doe their pennance in Dom. So so Have you done now my young poeticke Lord Octav. There will be no end Madam of your praises Dom. And to no end you have spent all this breath Allow all this were wit that some did thinke us The creatures they commend and those whom love Hath curst into Idolatry and verse May perhaps die so wee doe know our selves That we are no such things Octa. I st possible Dom. And laugh at your Chimeraes Octa. Y' are the wiser Dom. If this be your court practise let me dwell With truth and plaine simplicity Octa. If I
Might have my choyse I would live with you Madam A neighbour to this innocence your mother Enter Simphorosa The king is come already Enter King Duke Montalto Guido Aloisio Alexio King Madam though you are So unkinde as not to see the court sometime The court is come to visit you Sim. You have Humbled your selfe too much to doe us honour King The Duke of Florence Sim. T is a blessing that My roofe can boast so great a guest King Her daughter Worth your salute Duke Shee is worth a world my Lord What is that Ladies name Mont. In this you most Appeare a stranger shee is the glory Of Naples for her person and her vertues That dwells in this obscure place like the shrine Of some great Saint to which devotion From severall parts brings daily men like pilgrimes Duke Her name Mont. Shee is wit beauty chastity and all That can make woman lovely to mans soule So farre from the capacitie of ill That vertues in all other of her Sex Like staines but fit of her perfection And when is named all goodnesse in her titles The ornament nay glory of them all Is Domitilla Sir Duke You speake her high And I may guesse by your description My Lord this Lady hath another name Shee is your mistresse Mont. Not mine she was created for some Prince And can beside her vertues bring a fortune Worth his embrace Duke What charmes are in her lookes Mont. Are you there Duke this meeting was my project Things may succeede to my ambition If I doe noose your highnesse Sim. Please your Majestie King All things must please here Duke I follow Sir Sim. This is a grace I ever must be proud of Exeunt The second Act Bombo Iacamo Bom. Have they almost dined stay stay a little Iaca. The last course is o' th table Why doe not you waite Bom. That were a way indeede to be discovered No the King shall pardon me he has Not seene me yet for all his cunning Iaca. Whom doe you meane Bom. The King thou art ignorant I le tell thee after dinner 'i th meane time Direct a wandring bottle of wine this way And let me alone though I appeare not in 't I may have a humour to make a Maske if they Stay supper Iac. Thou make a Maske Bom. I doe not say I le write one for I ha' not My writing tongue though I could once have read But I can give if neede be the designe Make worke among the Deale boards and perhaps Can teach 'em as good language as another Of competent ignorance things goe not now By learning I have read 't is but to bring Some pretty impossibillities for Antemaskes A little sence and wit dispos'd with thrift With here and there Monsters to make 'em laugh For the grand businesse to have Mercury Or Venus Dandeprat to usher in Some of the gods that are good fellowes dancing Or goddesses and now and then a song To fill a gap a thousand crownes perhaps For him that made it and there 's all the wit Iaca. In what Bom. In getting of the money Iaca. You are witty signior Bombo to advance The muse I le fetch a bottle that you talk'd o' Exit Bom. If there be a superfluous Phesant T will quell my hunger for a time I heare Intelligence of an Oleo if any Such things may be recovered from the courtiers That have beene appetites upon hunting dinners You shannot neede to enquire much after me Enter Iacamo I shall be here abouts why thou hast wings Iaca. A bottle of rich wine Bom. Thou wert alwayes honest Iaca. There 's asking for my Ladies Secretary Bom. I knew 't I am not here Doe they inquire already come I le pledge thee What wilt thou say if some body be sent for to Court Iaca. I le drinke some bodies health Bom. Th' art a good fellow and this curtesie Shall be remembred Within call Iacamo Iaca. I am cald Bom. Leave leave your wicker frien wee le drinke a cup When thou art gone t is very excellent wine And now I have a stomacke like an edge toole But no good comes of idlenesse tother cup The bottle growes light headed how now friend No dish of meat appeare nothing to shew The Kitchin and the Wineseller are friends I would the Cooke were rosted honest Iacamo Enter Iacamo and Pietro I was thinking of a brace of Cocks just as you came Iaca. I have retriv'd a covey of Partridge for thee Piet. And a cup of Greeke wine heere 's to thee Bom. I understand Greeke wine I le lose no time Iaca. What 's this a Booke Bom. No t is my learned trencher Which Schollers sometimes eate Euclid they call it In my opinion this wing and legge Is worth all bodies mathematicall Now let 's dispute in Greek to the Kings health Pie To me I le pledge Iaca. It shall goe round Bom. And why doe you thinke my friend the King Came hither with the Duke Pie To dine Bom. Thy braines are in thy guts you shall heare more What 's this Iaca. Potato Bulley Bom. A cup of wine to cleare the passage so Here is as they say Latine here is Greeke and Here is for ought I know an Hebrew roote most learnedly Met together Iaca. Hee le be drunke presently Bom. Bottle in battle ray present give fire so as You were have they good stomacks Iacamo How feeds the King Iaca. He was very pleasant with your Lady But the Duke feedes upon her lookes Bom. My Ladies health my Lady little Domitillaes health Pie Well said about about Bom. I am about another to our reverend Lady Simphorosa So so this wine they say will make us see things double Here is but one Leg visible well for this favour Gentlemen if I be forc'd to live in court I le make You all in time who can write or reade among you Both None none we scorne it Bom. You shall have all preferment trust to me And marke my steps heere to the curteous drinker Now doe I finde a noble constitution in me now Could I leape would thou wert any living Lady In my way now Iaca. Away the Lords are risen Bom. The Lords doe rise and fall Piet. Hee s paid the King will come this way Bom. Every man goe his owne way I wonnot see The King for all this Enter Guido Aloisio Aloxio Friend Guid. This is the Ladies Secretary pray my Lords Be acquainted with him Bom. d ee heare no body say he saw me I wonnot Be seene yet He reeles in Guid. Though he be made a spectacle but leave him 'T was a handsome entertainement o' the sudden Alo. A pretty hunting dinner but did you not Observe with what intention the Duke Shot eyes on Domitilla Alex. And the King Applied all his discourse to her I know not He has made no vow against a second marriage But if he choose at home and looke at beauty Guid. Shee s a very pretty talking Lady Ale Very ingenious Aloi. And
with your favour though she be no Court Lady Shee wants no confidence Alex. What if the Duke be taken with her Guid. Let him be taken a bed with her t is my opinion My Lord Montalto wonnot die for greefe on t Alo. They are here Duke Montalto Mont. Your grace is sad excuse My dilligence to waite on you I could wish If it made no intrusion on your thoughts I had opportunity to expresse What might not be unworthy of your patience Duke To me Enter King leads Domitilla Mont. The King This way Ladies to the Garden let me have The honour to attend you Exit Duke Montalto King Where 's the Duke Guid. He tooke that way to the Garden Sir with The Lord Montalto King You may remove a little Exit You have no feare to trust your selfe with me Dom. I cannot Sir forget you are the King And in a Wildernesse could have no thought With the least prejudice upon your vertue King You have the greater innocence at home My intents are faire enough and you may stand The danger of a question pray how old are you Dom. Although it be not held a welcome complement To our Sex my duty bids me not dispute I am fifteene my mother saies King And are You not in love Domit. I must not charge my selfe With so much ignorance to answer that I understand not what it meanes I know The word but never could apply the sence Or finde it in a passion more then ordinary King Cupid hath lost his quiver then he could not Be armde and let you scape whose sole captivite Would be more glory then the conquest made As Poets faine upon the gods Dom. T is language With which you are pleas'd to mocke your humble handmaid King But this assures him blinde Dom. He would deserve To lose his eyes indeede if he should aime A shaft at me King Madam you have a heart Dom. To which no other Flame can approach then what shall light it to Obedience of your will and my good mothers King Obedience to my will what if it were My will that you should love Dom. Sir I doe love King Love with the warme affection of a mistresse One I le present a servant why that blush The words are not immodest there did want No blood upon your cheeke to make it lovely Or does it slow in silence to expresse That which your virgin Language would not be So soone held guilty of consent Dom. To what King To love by my direction a man Whose worth considered shall deserve thee too And in the noblest way invite thy freedome Vntill the holy Priests declare your hearts Are knit into one blessing there 's no harme In this Dom. Most royall Sir I know not with What words to say you honour me how can One so unworthy as poore Domitilla Be entertaind within your thoughts and care In this high nature King Though your mother have Made both her person and your selfe a stranger To Court I have had eyes upon your vertues Which waited on by a most ample fortune I have studied to advance if you 'le accept A husband of a my choise what say you Madam Dom. I have a mother Sir King Shee shall thinke it fortunate Bove expectation you have not vowed your selfe To a cold Nunnery Dom. Not I Sir King When I shall declare how pretious he is To my owne bosome Dom. Royall Sir this language Must needes prepare a welcome I should thinke My heart unlike another womans not To obey a charme so powerfull as your praise But when you are considered as my King Duty takes off the merit of my will And humbles every thought beneath obedience King His name is Dom. Pardon I beseech you Sir Conceale it yet what gentle spirit walkes Vpon my blood I dare not looke upon him My hopes my feares it is enough great Sir That you leave one within your thought you would Commend to Domitilla one your love And pretious to your bosome sure you blest him With such a Character King It was too short Dom. My heart is a false Prophet t is a fate Too good and great for Domitilla King Well his name shall be reserv'd but when it opens It selfe to your knowledge you will honour it And thanke me Domitilla i th meane time Let the opinion you have of me Live in your trust and make roome in your heart To meete the husband I shall bring Exit Dom. Why may not this be meant by his owne person More wonders have beene read in story I Finde thicke but amorous tremblings in my heart Hee 's King why not love has done stranger things And can lead captive the proud heart of Kings Exit Enter Duke Montalto Duke Here none can reach our voyce be free and cleare Mon. First let me kisse your hand on which I sweare To speake all truth t is justice to your person Your merrit and my faith next though the secret May both concerne and benefit your knowledge I shall desire your pardon Duke You prepare me For wonder if it be an act of Friendship To me it will become me to reward it Not thankes nor pardon Mon. But all truthes meet not With charitable eares there is a descant That pleases not sometimes though the best art Present it if our sense be indispos'd To patience and calme hearing Duke Doe not doubt me Mont. T will not become me so much as in thought To enquire how long or with what firme devotion You affect the Princesse Theodosia But Naples is more conscious then to doubt You bring a welcome treaty in your person And every voice and heart is busie with The expectation of your marriage Whilst every eye bright with your flame is able To light a Torch to Hymen Virgins have No other care then with what flowers sweet As your owne name to adorne the smiling altars Duke You promis'd Sir a secret Mon. It will come To fast upon your knowledge have you never Look'd from the prospect of your Pallace window When some faire sky courted your eye to reade The beauties of a day the glorious Sunne Enriching so the bosome of the earth That trees and flowers appear'd but like so much Enamell upon gold the wanton birds And every creature but the drudging Ante Despising providence and at play and all That world you measure with your eye so gay And proud as winter were no more to shake His Icy Lockes upon 'em but the breath Of gentle Zephire to perfume their growth And walke eternally upon the Springs When from a coast you see not comes a cloud Creeping as overladen with a storme Darke as the wombe of night and with her wings Surprising all the glories you beheld Leaves not your frighted eyes a light to see The ruines of that flattering day Duke This Language Carries both mystery and horror pray My Lord convey your meaning to my knowledge Mon. I shall I had in vaine prepard you thus else Pardon againe the