chastize For Cassius speedily search all the Town For he has wrong'd my honour and his own He wrought no doubt the Villany I fear'd But by his death my honour shall be clear'd Enter Cesonia and her Woman Ces My Caesar murder'd stand away forbear Now I 've lost Caesar what have I to fear Oh! here 's my Caesar I so Lov'd Ador'd Lord of the World I 'm sure Gesonia's Lord Mangled by Villains here in blood he lies In his own blood Caesar who gave my eyes Ay and my heart such infinite delight Is now a mournfull and a dreadfull Sight The World to me is all a desart now For a lost Caesar Gods revenge bestow Revenge all Princes by this horrid deed All thrones are shaken and all Princes bleed Revenge two Lovers here by Villains torn One murder'd and I only live to mourn Revenge my Princely Babe from Caesar sprung It cannot sin why shou'd it suffer wrong Now the Tree's fallen the little branch will soon Decay and wither Oh! I faint I swoun Val. A. Help her Ces Stand off I 've pleasure in my grief Except revenge I desire no relief Take up the precious relicks of your Prince Oh! take 'em up whilst I've remains o' sence Oh! gently gently if you be humane His wounds pain me and he feels all my pain For his Cesonia he more dearly Loves Than all the beauties in th' Elizian Groves They take up the Emperor Come my dead Lord with thy Cesonia dwell In Love at least I all my Sex excell Now in the dead and death are all my joys I 'll weep till tears and death have quench'd my eyes Ex. Cesonia and her Attendants with the body of the Emperor Val. A. Unhappy Princess the worst fault she had Was an excess of Love for one so bad Now bring the sentenc'd Pris'ners in with speed Whose unjust deaths the Tyrant had decreed Enter Pastor Lepidus Philo and the Jews Your fortunes and freedoms I restore The tyrants dead he 'll plague the World no more Pas The dreadfull Emp'ror dead good news indeed Oh! to his Vices may no Prince succeed Enter Salome she runs to Lepidus Sal. Oh! my dear Love Lep. My Love art thou so near Oh! how durst thou expose thy beauty here Sal. Ask me no Questions I am mad with Joy And have not sence to make thee a reply I in distraction came to die with thee Die in thy arms and find thee safe and free Val. A. Go marry of each other take your fill And now you Jews go believe what you will Pas Yes marry Son th' ast nobly earn'd my leave Lep. Oh! with what joy this favour I receive Phi. Most Gallant Youth not many minutes since When the keen weapon of a dreadfull Prince Was on your Father drawn you stept between Such an Example we have rarely seen Now shall we turn the edge of Law on you More favour to your piety is due My Daughter Sir I to your arms resign Lep. Oh! my dear Love th' art mine Sal. And thou art mine Val. A. The Imperial Throne I can with ease ascend I know no power which can with mine contend But shou'd I reign the World which thinks me proud Will charge me with the Guilt of Caesar's blood And say the horrid Villany was done By my command that I might mount the throne I 'd rather be an honest slave I swear Than buy the Empire of the world so dear I never yet in crimes employ'd my Sword When I 've the Senate to their right restor'd And reveng'd Caesar as our Laws require I 'll to some quiet privacy retire And there disarm'd and all my powers laid down I will be great in nothing but renown And in my solitude till death Iâ—ll mourn Over my Martyr'd Julia's sacred Urn. Exeunt FINIS PROLOGUE Spoken by Mr. Powell who Acted the Emperor SO mad a Tyrants part I act to day That you will think him mad who wrote the Play In Comick humours he takes most delight And yet he rants in Tragedy to night And strives to give diversion for an hour With a young Prince mad with excess of power He had that mighty power you all desire Power you all love and labour to acquire Some have desir'd a French Invasion here For under them they hop'd to domineer But Oh! shou'd France this nobler Realm subdue Ev'ry Dragoon wou'd be a Caesar too Poor Rogues who for three-half-pence sell their Lives Wou'd lord it o're your Lands your Selves your Wives What wretched slav'ry is we shew to day 'T is well you only see it in a Play Thanks to the Brave who well deserve their pay Some gentle pity we have hopes to move By the misfortunes of sweet vertuous Love The nicest Lady need not blush today At least at what the Women do or say Chast all the beauties are they represent Their loves are Conjugal or Innocent We are young actors yet we hope to please By Acting Love for love with youth agrees You love the Actors who have pleas'd you long But th' Images of Love shou'd all be young EPILOGUE Spoken by a Girl SInging in Plays is grown so much in vogue I had some thoughts to sing the Epilogue Since singing such delight to you affords To please you we 'll all turn Canary Birds When I 'm a Woman which will be e'ne long No Man I swear shall have me for a Song If you 'll tempt me do it with glitt'ring Gold And those enchanting words To have and hold Iâ—ll on those Terms yield to some worthy Man Have me he may and hold me if he can Well let me be an Actress I 'm content Provided Gallants you 'll give your consent I mean your gen'rous Encouragement But to the famous Actors you resort Who fled from us to an old Tennis-Court Thither let all the old Gallants repair And toss and racket the fine Beauties there Applaud admire 'em and do what they will If you young Sparks will please sometimes to fill And grace our House with an alluring throng Methinks you shou'd for most of us are young Tender young plants most of our Women are Some it is said are ripe enough to bear Here 's a Spring-Garden which deserves your care Persons Represented Mr. Powell Caligula Emperor of Rome Mr. Williams Valerius Asiaticus General of the Imperial Army in Germany Mr. Simpson Annius Minutianus A noble Roman Married to one of the Emperor's Sisters Mr. Mills Vitellius Proconsul of Asia Mr. Thomas Cassius Cheraea A Tribune in the Emperor's Guard  Pastor An old Roman Knight Mr. Evans Lepidus Pastor's Son Mr. Disney Philo A Learned Jew Embassador from the Egyptian Jews to the Emperor WOMEN Mrs. Knight Cesonia The Emperour 's beloved Wife Mrs. Temple Julia A young beauty Wife to Valerius Mrs. Cross Salome Philo's Daughter  Consuls Senators Guards Attendants The SCENE the Imperial Palace of Rome the Time the last hoâ—â— of the Emperor's Life Books lately Printed for Richard Wollington at the Lute in St. Paul's Church-Yard A Mathematical Compendium or the Description and Use of a new sliding Rule by which many Usefull and Necessary Questions in Arithmetick Military Orders Interests Trigonometry Planometry Sterenometry Geography Astronomy Navigation Fortification Gunnery Dyalling may be speedily resolved without the help of Pen or Compasses By William Hunt Philomath A Discourse upon the Nature and Faculties of Man in several Essays With some considerations on the Occurrences of Human Life By Tim. 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And by your intercession I had a large share of her Princely Bounty and no doubt I shou'd have had more if England had longer enjoy'd her And now my Lord I humbly beg your Lordships favour not for this Play but my self at least that I may have leave thus publickly to honour my self with the Title of My Lord Your Lordships Most humble and Most thankfull Servant John Crowne THE EPISTLE TO THE READER I Cannot blame the World for any unkindness I receive from it I seldom make any court to it And I have so much affected retirement and sollitude that a Writing of mine like an Inscription on a Wall at Belshazzar's Feast comes from an unseen Scribe And the Judgment past on Balshazzar and my Emperor is in some measure the same Thou art weigh'd in the balance and art found too light Many say there is more levity in the Character of this Emperor that suits with the dignity of so great a Prince and the gravity of Tragedy But with what does the Emperor sport himself with the honour of Women the fortune and lives of Men and the ruin of Nations And I thought there was so much good nature among mankind that Spectators would have trembled when they saw Kings and Kingdoms forc'd to yield up their Rights Religions Laws and Gods to the Lusts and Frenzies of a young fantastical Tyrant and all the World at the disposal of a mad Man But to please I shou'd have shewn a more beautifull figure So I have in Valerius and many other Characters in this Play I have also beautified the Emperor's Character and all parts of the Play with as much good Sense and Poetry as are in any of my writings For I will compare my self only with my self And few of my contemporaries have pleas'd the World much more than I have done both in Tragedy and Comedy But many say the Play wants Plot I confess I think it does I have put little more into the Play than what I found taken out of History All the Characters and most of the Events in the Play I have taken out of History and I have made as lively Images of what I found there as I believe can be done by any Man This was unknown it seems to a great part of my Audience therefore they condemn'd the Character of Vitellius his flattery to the Emperor and courtship to the Empress particularly his begging a Sandal of hers as a reward for his Services and when he had it his carrying it in his bosome and sometimes kissing it This was a Complement he made to Messalina the belov'd Lewd Wife of the Emperor Claudius By his flattery and addresses in the Reigns of three or four bloody Tyrants he kept himself not only safe and whole but raised his fortunes to such a heighth that his Son Aulus Vitellius who had not one good quality came to be Emperor of Rome I thought most Gentlemen had more skill in History Poetry Courtship and Address to Greatness than I perceive they have But I will not farther displease by contending I confess I wrote this Play when I was under great disorder not in mind For I never lov'd much any part of this World but a Friend and merit in a Friend or Enemy I never sought more than the bare conveniencies of life But want of health makes life it self an inconvenience I have for some few years been disorder'd with a Distemper which seated it self in my head threatned me with an Epilepsie and frequently took from me not only all sense but almost all signs of life and in my intervals I wrote this Play Therefore if it have any Wit or Poetry in it I wonder how they came there But many of the first rank both for Quality and Vnderstanding have said they were pleased with it and therefore I value it Now I will say one word in defence of my Morals I cannot but take notice of some lines I have read in the Preface to the Poem call'd King Authur where the World is told that all who have written before the Author of the Mourning-Bride may be asham'd since for want of a Genius they have depended on bawdy for their success on the Stage I much commend that Gentleman's design of Reforming the Stage from Obcenity Immorality and Profaneness But I wish he had taken more care of his Pen I mean not in his Poem I will not quarrel with that if it gave me cause In my notes on a Play call'd the Empress of Morocco I call 'em mine because above three parts of four were written by me I gave vent to more ill-nature in me than I will do again But I am sorry that the Learned Author of King Authur who labours so commendably for Vertue and Morality in Plays should set an ill Example and injure Truth and the Reputation of his Brethren Many of my Plays have been very successfull and yet clean Sir Courtly Nice was as fortunate a Comedy as has been written in this Age and Sir Courtly is as nice and clean in his Conversation as his Diet and Dress And Surly though he affects ill manners in every thing else is not guility of obscene talk I have fallen I confess in other Plays of mine into a worse fault I have in my Jerusalems made too beautifull an Image of an Atheist and Atheism appears too reasonable and lovely I am sorry there should be any thing under my hand in defence of such a false pernicious and detestable an opinion Some endeavour to clear me of the guilt and wou'd perswade the World they were written by a Noble and Excellent Wit the late E. of R But they were Printed long before my Lord died his Lordship in his Poem call'd the Sessions of Poets charges me not with theft but my Scenes with dulness and want of Wit and Poetry which he wou'd not have done if they had been his own But since there is too much Atheism in those Plays I am content they shou'd be thought not mine or not good I had rather have no Wit no Being than employ any part of it against him that gave it ACT the First SCENE the Imperial Palace in ROME Enter at several doors Valerius Asiaticus and Annius Minutianus Val. A. MY noble Lord Minutianus I 'm glad to see so good a Man alive And wonder at it for as the times are When any good great Man has a new day He has new life at least a new reprieve For by the Emperor he 's decreed to die An. M. Indeed my Lord ev'ry new day to me Seems a new pleasing shining Prodigy I lift my eyes with wonder at the Sun Nor look to see him more when day is done And when night comes I am awhile afraid I 'm not alive but in th' Infernal shade Val. A. Caesar has broke the Fortunes and the Hearts Of half the World Men are but half alive An. M. Sometimes your Lordship gives our hearts some hope But then your League
Enter Consuls and Senators What wou'd you have 1 Cons Caesar was pleas'd to send His Orders to us that we shou'd attend Cal. My Lords you are all deep in Caesar's debt For Caesars Wars and crimes you oft commit 1 Cons Into Court-mysteries we dare not pry Caesar's Commands are writ we know not why In Characters which can be read by none So into faults we fall to us unknown Cal. You say my characters cannot be read Our Roman Priests and Lawyers earn their Bread By turning Laws and Jupiter's Commands To mystick stuff no mortal understands Thus they deceive you yet ne'r repine You are their fools why shou'd you not bâ— 2 Cons Sir when your Will you legibly express We to our duty readily address Cal. No for my Wars when I exact my due No streams are louder murmurers than you The World is all my own 't is all Crown-Land I reign from Heav'n to Hell perhaps beyond You live on the Estates I 'm pleas'd to lend Yet you 'd have me upon your Alms depend You are the Consuls 1 Con. Yes great Sir we are Cal. Those Offices you shall no longer bear I 'll chuse a Consul that has Youth and Force Spirit and Fire I 'll chuse my fav'rite Horse Y' are rulâ—d by Brutes who are not half so wise How often Fools to Magistracy rise Elephants carry Castles in the East Here Tow'rs and Towns often support a Beast You 'll honour only for his noble breed A Blockhead and why not a noble Steed Our Roman Priests rule ev'ry Soul and Purse Yet they 've no more Religion than my Horse Begone begone the charming beauty's won Through all my veins enlivening pleasures run The news the news Ex. Cons Sen. and enter Lucius Vitellius Vit. Sir ere she was aware We snatch'd her up and forc'd her to a Chair And then she shriek'd and tore her beautious hair Cal. I would lose nothing of her 't is confest Except her hair thou hast brought all the rest Vit. Yes Sir Cal. Go bring her Enter Julia forc'd by a Guard Jul. I 'm in Caesar's pow'r I came to Rome in a dark fatal hour Oh! Caesar She kneels Cal. Goddess so no doubt you are No mortal can be so divinely fair Nay nay at my request sweet Madam rise Let all your Graces entertain my eyes To Caesar grant the infinite delight To touch and see a hand so soft and white Were all thy other beauties cheats of Art This hand might palm a passion on my heart Where have you liv'd Jul. In Woods remote from hence And till this hour in peaceful innocence Cal. In Woods there were no shades whilst you shone there Why wou'd you not at Caesar's Court appear But hide in a remote and lonely Grove The only perfect Workmanship of Jove I saw you walk by Tibur all alone In a fair Garden bord'ring on my own And in amazing rapture and transport I sent this Lord to bring you to my Court. Jul. Sir I am married to a valiant Lord Who has serv'd Caesar nobly with his Sword Cal. He loves thee not else he wou'd love to shew The happiness in thee his Stars bestow For all Mankind are ostentatious vain And pleasures when expos'd most entertain Men think their fortunes droop when they 're conceal'd And pleasure sweetest when 't is air'd reveal'd And of my Empire too he has possest A part I value above all the rest By Venus I wou'd rather quit my Throne Madam I may and will assume my own Jul. A thousand painful deaths I 'll rather chuse Cal. I die a painful death if you refuse Madam my Time nay more my Life you waste Yes Madam now 't is Treason to be chaste Jul. Sir for the World I 'd not my Honour lose Cal. Oh! I 'm the Fountain whence all Honour flows Yes Madam sure you are not to be told Men honour nothing more than Pow'r and Gold I can make Vertue scorn'd and Vice esteem'd I can make Hell ador'd and Heav'n blasphem'd Success Dominion and the longest Sword Make any Creeds believ'd or Gods ador'd Jul. Oh! save me save me all you Pow'rs above Cal. I will hear nothing from that voice but love Jul. Assist me gracious Gods without delay Cal. Does she love noise then let my musick play Cal. forces her out she shrieks and the Musick plays Vit. follows Enter at another door Cesonia looking in a glass Ces This Bath has cleans'd my blood and made it thin Has reviv'd all the Lillies in my skin The Roses in my cheeks with such a red The blushing morning leaves her watry Bed This way my Caesar went as I 'm inform'd The door is shut the Castle must be storm'd She knocks Vit. answers within Vit. Who 's there Ces Your Empress Enter Vitellius I look wondrous well She looks in the Glass Now all my Sex nay I my self excell Fresh Roses in my Cheeks now sweetly blow Your Emp'ror went this way not long ago Vit. Over that Beauty Yes I must confess That has been long his only Paradise There his heart liv'd there his Lips often stray'd But Caesar now is by new Beauty sway'd Aside Madam your pleasure with your humble slave Ces I 've business Vit. With your Glass I see you have Well we have now three Empresses in Town This beauteous Empress here whose falling Crown Unknown to her sits loosely on her head One Empress in a Glass and one i' Bed Aside Ces I think I never look so clear and fair I 'll steal on Caesar like a shape of air Vit. Most Sacred Madam Caesar now retires For great affairs and privacy desires Ces From me Vit. From all the World for half an hour Ces Dare you oppose me then I 've lost my power And some new beauty over Caesar Reigns My blood will start out of my swelling Veins Vit. Caesar indeed too often to his cost Injures himself and you himself the most And your misfortune you have rightly guest Ces My heart can never have a moments rest Why do I loyter whilst my int'rests bleed She offers to go and he interposes Ha! stop me You are a bold bawd indeed Wert thou a flaming Mountain I 'd not stay But thro' thy burning bowels force my way Enter Caligula Cal. How now from whence is this presumptious noise Who dares break in on Caesar's Privacies Ces Love is the offender Sir Love urg'd me on To stay your heart e're 't is for ever gone For I am told my Interests decline You have found Beauty that charms more than mine Cal. Come Madam y' are Luxurious Haughty Vain Caesar you love because you love to Reign Ces Caesar I love more than his Glorious Crown And I love Caesar let him smile or frown Aetna did never with more fury burn I love to madness and as madly mourn Cal. Oh! you are mad no doubt for who is not Cowards are mad they fear they know not what What death is to the living ne're was shewn Life is not more to
makes me sick and I am sick to death For Love I prize for Love I lose my life I liv'd your chaste and die your martyr'd Wife Val. A. Oh! Caesar Caesar thou shalt feel my Sword Shall is too sluggish and too faint a word The Tyrant's fallen on his Neck I tread He 's dying by my Sword nay more he 's dead But can one death for all his crimes atone He breaks thy Laws Oh! Nature break thy own Let him have many Lives be often born That he may often be in pieces torn ACT V. Enter Julia and her Women Jul. RUN to my Lord desire his swift return For I 've drunk Poyson and I burn I burn Enter Valerius Asiaticus and Annius Minutianus Oh! my dear Lord I 've done my honour right And Death will soon transport me out o' sight For I am all in a consuming flame I burn with poyson and I burn with shame Val. A. With poyson Jul. Poyson but I 've never been With a worse poyson tainted shameful sin Oh! I abhor the thought Val. A. I 've no distrust Jul. I 've been inviolably true and just No one can have a Soul more clear than I From foul desires for Caesar's sin I die Val. A. I do believe thou art as chaste as fair Wound not thy woundâ—d heart thy griefs I share How much I value thee thou hast not known Because I love thee more than can be shown I out of love conceal'd thee in a shade Jul. And your Commands I boldly disobey'd And came to Rome She kneels The fatal fault forgive And at the least oh love me whilst I live Val. A. Ay and for ever rise sweet Julia rise Rise to my arms thou life of all my joys But a departing life my Julia dies Jul. Oh! wou'd to Heav'n I had dy'd before This shameful violation Oh! no more My blushing cheeks glow with a fiery red In thy dear bosome let me hide my head An M. How blest was he before this heavy wrong In a soft beauty constant chaste and young In this sweet Lady all perfections joyn I never had a pleasing hour with mine Jul. When I am dead strew me all o'er I pray With flow'rs to shew that I was chaste as they Val. A. As sweet and lovely too Jul. They fade and die When they are rudely touch'd and so do I. Oh! my blood rises my cheeks glow again Why shou'd I blush for wicked Caesar's sin Val. A. The least undecent thought thou canst not bear Thy Vertue to its self is too severe Jul. Oh! see the Souls of Vestal Virgins come To welcome me and grace my martyrdom They 're all in Robes whiter than mountain Snow Val. A. Alas she raves Jul. Do you not see ' em Val. A. No. Jul. Then I perceive the modest beauties shun The sight of men therefore begone begone I shall in triumph to Elizium go 'T is a great honour Ladies you bestow Oh! they retire Ladies return again Admit me into your sacred spotless Train I 'm chaste as you tho' not so fair in fame For wicked Tongues I know will wrong my Name Throw on my mem'ry undeserv'd disgrace But your sweet Groves will hide my blushing face Oh! they are going stay sweet Virgins stay They 're gone they 're gone y 'ave frightned 'em away And I 'm with strangers left I know not where Val. A. Th' art in his arms to whom th' art wondrous dear Jul. Ha! you are Caesar Val. A. No sweet Julia no I 'm Caesar's mortal and eternal foe Jul. Well y' are a man and ev'ry man I dread Who 's this my Lord I knew not what I said In my few moments that my thoughts shou'd rove From him whom I so dearly dearly love Val. A. Lean lean my Julia on my panting breast My love and sorrow cannot be express'd Jul. I 'm going where no wicked Tyrant reigns Preserve my mem'ry Val. A. All thy dear Remains Jul. Heav'n knows how I 've been faithful to your Bed I 've lov'd you to my death shall love when dead Elizium can to me no bliss afford Till in those happy shades I meet my Lord Till then farewel She dies Val. A. She 's going she is gone Ah! see what beastial tyranny has done Her beauty 's gone Death has deflowr'd her too What I so lov'd I've not the heart to view Cover her face forbear a while-those pale Departing beauties Death too long will veil I will have one cold kiss before we part Kisses her Revenge Revenge Oh how it swells my heart An. M. Be well prepar'd Rome loves a vitious Prince All the corrupt will rise in his defence Val. A. Well if Rome rises I will raise it higher For I 'll exalt it to the Clouds in fire But 't is dispirited and dares not rise And Caesar's scorn'd by all the brave and wise An. M. Proud Tyrants who no bounds of law endure Are common foes and never are secure Their lofty Thrones they seldom long enjoy Streif Lyons all men labour to destroy Val. A. Oh tremble Caesar prodigies appear Which say if there be Gods thy fall is near Prodigious Vertue in this Beauty shone Her Cause and Justice live tho' she is gone Thy own prodigious Crimes th' ast cause to dread Vengeance they 'll hurle at thy devoted head Eclipses are thought frightfull omens too This sad Eclipse thou may'st with terror view It threats thy life View it ye Gods forbid His frantick Lust wou'd violate the dead Methinks I talk too much in words abound And my Revenge evaporates in sound An. M. Will you not set the gallant Cassius free Val. A. And steal by stabs revenge and liberty My honour in full splendor I 'll maintain I 'll by fair War end this inhuman Reign This night for mine and universal good The Sun shall set in blood Imperial blood Ex. SCENE the Court. Enter Caligula Vitellius Guards Cal. Beauty I love but I hate toilsome Rapes I love good Wine but wou'd not tread the Grapes The Chast are cold therefore I hate the Chast Fruites in cold climes have an insipid tast I 'm told by Oracles my death is nigh Vit. Your death Cal. my death all I suspect shall die Valerius first shall perish by my Sword He can in battle face his Sovereign Lord. Vit. Nay he 's provok'd and therefore dangerous grown Cal. Provok'd by pride to mount th' Imperial Throne And by Revenge provok'd to take my life Because I forc'd his fair young vertuous Wife Cassius Cheraea's honest tho' not bold Valerius has confin'd him I am told In the mad Revels of his Rage no doubt Valerius let some dangerous secrets out Which now he 'd lock up in the dark from me But I 'll unravel all the Villainy Vit. The Jews inform'd that if they dare deny To worship Caesars Image they shall die Bey Audience Cal. Villains They wou'd not presume To slight my Will had they not found in Rome Rebellious spirits and when they appear A Prince's fall
and death are oft too near Nay a young Roman I reprov'd of late For being Wanton Soft Effeminate Useless to Caesar and to all mankind Except the Fair has sawcily design'd To wed a Jewess now in Caesar's Court With Caesar's anger none shall dare to sport I 'll reform Rome and all shall feel my Sword Whose names are written in this black Record He pulls out a Poeket Book Then I 'll to Egypt where I 'm most ador'd Bring in the Jews Enter Philo and the Jews Cal. What wou'd you have To Phi. Those carvings there look well To Vit. Phi. Permission Sir Cal. Permission to Rebel Phi. We Sacrifice for Caesar every day Cal. You Sacrifice for Caesar oft you say But not to Caesar How dare you presume To give my honour to I don't know whom Phi. Leave to enjoy those rights we humbly crave Your glorious Ancestor Augustus gave Cal. What are those rights Phi. They 're by long custom known And all deriv'd by the Imperial Throne The Alexandrians slight our lofty claim And hourly put our dwellings in a flame Plunder our Treasures seize on all our Lands And often in our blood embrue their hands The lives of thousands Cal. Ha! the lives you say Oh! now my Water-works begin to play He runs to the side of the Stage Phi. Audience from Caesar Water works can gain A bleeding Nation humbly begs in vain Cal. These streams are sweeter murmurers than you Now these apartments let 's a moment view He goes to the other side of the Stage See there Gods ride on Clouds Vit. Can painting give A life to shadows one would think they live Cal. You 've rights deriv'd from the Imperial Throne To Rhi There I 'll have Windows of transparent Stone To Vit. Which shall the fury of the Sun allay The fiery River of a flaming day Will through those channels coolly mildly pass Glass windows in hot climes are burning-Glass Have you a Patent come let it be seen Phi. Under the Imperial Seal Cal. Of Heaven you mean For you are the Almighty ' darling choice Your pray'rs have in Heaven a casting voice And all your Rams which at your Altars dye Prove batt'ring Rams it seems and force the Sky Go you are cheated fools or sawcy cheats And above Caesar raise your vain conceits Throw down the Statues of the World 's great Lord Whilst your Imaginations are ador'd I will put all your Nation to the Sword Vit. A Glorious Prince Phi. We patiently resign Our selves to Heavens Will. Cal. And shall to mine You have a Daughter now in Rome 't is said Whom a young Roman dares presume to Wed. Enter Pastor Oh! Pastor you 've a Son who dares design To wed a fair young enemy of mine Past I never heard this dreadfull News before If Thunder-stricken cou'd I tremble more Phi. Sir our unhappy Children I perceive Have wickedly without their Parents leave Or knowledge stollen into a Marriage vow I never knew they Leagu'd or Lov'd 'till now Cal. On this offence I 'll lay a dreadfull fine Which shall be paid by thy Sons blood or mine To Past Secure the old Knight and then with speed and care Search for his Son Conceal him they that dare Philosopher you 'd have your Tribes submit Not to my Will but to your aspiring Wit Say my pretences to Celestial power Are lofty frolicks of my mind no more Will you presume to give my pleasure Law I 'll be ador'd to keep the World in awe Ay and by you if you dare disobey Your death shall be among my sports to day Ex. Cal. Vit. Guard Phi. We must adore him if he 's disobey'd Pas lead out a Prisoner We dye for Caesar's sport were Nations made By power Celestial infinitely good For Caesar's Lust to glory power and blood Enter Lepidus Oh! Sir you 've wrong'd me cruelly beguil'd Your Friend of his belov'd and only Child Lep. Indeed I have not Sir I will confess I fought to gain her but with no success Sir my addresses she wou'd not receive Or lend an ear to 'em without your leave And that I sought not for I fear'd 't was vain I know your zeal But Sir did she complain Phi. I heard the News in Court and not till now It has reach'd Caesar's ears I know not how The Emperor no contempt with ease endures 'Till you appear your Father he secures And if from Caesars fierce Revenge you fly Your aged Father for your fault will die Exit Philo and the Jews at one door At another Enter Salome Lep. Oh! Lovely Maid for death I must prepare My sweet commerce with one so wondrous fair Has fallen it seems under the envious Eye Of some Court-whisperer and I must die Sal. This dire event I always did forebode And lost the pleasure which thy Love bestow'd I 've lov'd thee tho' my Love I have not shown More than 't was fit a modest Maid shou'd own Lep. Oh! what delightfull harmony I hear But I must meet the death which is too near For angry Caesar now in Court secures My tender Father and he threatens yours If I abscond they both will die I fear Therefore to save 'em both I must appear Sal. Ah! dreadfull News then th' art ensnar'd indeed Almighty Father of the World with speed To this brave pious Youth send succour down For the Religion to his Father shewn Let not the World so great a treasure loose But let some other Angel interpose Lep. Some other Angel then thou think'st me one What happiness I loose I must be gone Methinks I hear my suffering Father groan Farewell sweet Love Sal. Farewell ah killing word He parts from me to rush on Caesar's Sword From loving me my genrous Lover dies Lep. And yet that Love above my life I prize Ah! Caesar comes trust me to Heavens defence But not thy Beauty to this Lustfull Prince Sal. Oh! I had rather be in pieces torn By raging Lyons or in Aetna burn Ex. Sal. Enter at another door Caligula Vitellius Guard Lep. Sir to redeem my Father I appear Unforc'd unfound and come a Voluntier Cal. You love a Jewess Lep. Sir I do indeed I love her Beauty Vertue not her Creed We may accept good Forreign Coin tho' there The Images of Caesar's Foes appear Cal. Were she worth Love she wou'd thy Love despise And rather choose a Lover brave and wise Whose Cheeks are drain'd of all their blood by wounds But his good Sword with noble blood abounds His locks are gone old time has cut that Comb But Fame and Wisdom sprout up in the room Then a young fool whose brains flow all in hair But has no heart and a wit bald and bare Lep. This from the most Effeminate Prince alive With thy own Lusts and Vices Caesar strive aside Cal. Too many worthless Youths now cumber Room Who derive all their honours from the Womb. They bask in lustre which their birth bestows And in the lap of Fortune dully dose To leave their