With spoiles to lay them at your feet What lives the Sword spar'd serve to grace your Tryumph Till from your lips they have the doome of death King What are they Hub. Christians and their Chiefe a Church-man Eugenius Bishop of Carthage and with him Seven hundred Captives more all Christians King Hold Death let me alittle taste these joyes Then take me ravisht hence glad mine eyes Hubert VVith the victorious Boy Hub. Your Starre comes shining Exit Hubert King Lift me a little higher yet more Doe the Immortall Powers powre blessings downe And shall I not returne them Omnes See they come A Flourish Enter Henricke the Prince Bellizarius Hubert leading Eugenius in Chaines with other Prisoners and Souldiers King I have now liv'd my full time Tell me my Henricke thy brave successe That my departing soule May with the story blesse another world And purchase me a passage Hen. Oh great Sir All we have done dyes here if that you dye And heaven before too prodigall to us Shedding beames over-glorious on our heads Is now full of Eclipses King No boy thy presence Has fetcht life home to heare thee Hen. Then Royall Father thus Before our Troopes had reacht the Affrick bounds Wearied with tedious Marches and those dangers Which waite on glorious Warre the Affricans A farre had heard our Thunder whilst their earth Did feele an earth-quake in the peoples feares Before our Drummes came neare them yet spight of terrour They fortifi'd their Townes cloathed all their fields With warres best bravery armed Souldiers At this we made a stand for their bold troopes Affronted us with steele dar'd us to come on And nobly fierd our resolution King So hasten there 's in me a battaile too Be quicke or I shall fall Hen. Fore-fend it heaven Now Bellizarius come here stand just here And on him I beseech you fixe your eye For you have much to pay to this brave man Hub. Nothing to me Hen. I le give you him in wonder Hub. Hang him out in a painted cloth for a monster Bel. My Lord wrong not your selfe to throw on me The honours which are all yours Hub. Is he the Divell All Bel. Cast not your eyes on me Sir but on him And seale this to your soule never had King A Sonne that did to his Crowne more honours bring Hen. Stay Bellizarius I 'me too true to honour To scant it in the blazing though to thee All that report can render leaves thee yet Hub. A brave man you are so too you both fought And I stood idle Hen. No Sir Hub. Here 's your battaile then and here 's your conquest What need such a coyle Bel. Yet Hubert it craves more Arethmaticke Than in one figure to be found King Hubert thou art too busie Hub. So was I in the battaile King Prethee peace Hen. The Almarado was on poynt to sound But then a Herald from their Tents flew forth Being sent to question us for what we came And which I must confesse being all on fire We cryed for warre and death Backe rode the Herald As lightning had persu'd him but the Captaines Thinking us tir'd with marching did conceive Rest would make difficult what easie now Quicke charge might drive us too So like a storme beating upon a wood of lusty Pines Which though they shake they keepe their footing fast Our Pikes their horses stood hot was the day In which whole fields of men were swept away As by sharpe Sithes are cut the golden corne And in as short time it was this mans sword Hew'd wayes to danger and when danger met him He charm'd it thence and when it grew agen He drove it backe agen till at the length It lost the field foure long houres this did hold In which more worke was done than can be told Bel. But let me tell your Father how the first feather That Victory her selfe pluckt from her wings Shee stucke it in your Burgonet Hub. Brave still Hen. No Bellizarius thou canst guild thy honours Horne from the reeking breasts of Affricans When I aloft stood wondering at those Acts Thy sword writ in the battaile which were such Would make a man a souldier but to read 'em Hub. And what to read mine is my booke claspt up Bel. No it lyes open where in Texed letters read Each Pioner that your unseason'd valour Had thrice ingag'd our fortunes and our men Beyond recovery had not this arme redeem'd you Hub. Yours Bel. For which your life was lost for doing more Than from the Generals mouth you had command Hub. You fill my praise with froth as Tapsters fill Their cut-throat Cans where give me but my due I did as much as you or you or any Bel. Any Hub. Yes none excepted Bel The Prince was there Hub. And I was there since you draw one another I will turne Painter too and draw my selfe Was it not I that when the maine Battalia Totter'd and foure great squadrons put to rout Then reliev'd them and with this arme this sword And this affronting brow put them to flight Chac'd 'em slew thousands tooke some few and drag'd 'em As slaves tyed to my saddle bow with Halters Hen. Yes Sir 't is true but as he sayes your fury Left all our maine Battalia welnigh lost For had the foe but re-inforc't againe Our Courages had beene seiz'd any Ambuskado Cut you and your rash troopes off if Hub. What if Envy not honour still inferres these ifs It thriv'd and I returnd with victory Bel. You Hub. I Bellizarius I I found your troopes Reeling and pale and ready to turne Cowards But you not in the head when I brave sir Charg'd in the Reere and shooke their battaile so The Fever never left them till they fell I puld the Wings up drew the rascals on Clapt 'em and cry'd follow follow this is the hand First toucht the Gates this foote first tooke the City This Christian Church-man snacht I from the Altar And fir'd the Temple 't was this sword was sheath'd In panting bosomes both of young and old Fathers sonnes mothers virgins wives and widowes Like death I havocke cryed so long till I Had left no monuments of life or buildings But these poore ruins what these brave Spirits did Was like to this I must confesse 't is true But not beyond it King You have done nobly all Nor let the Generall thinke I foyle his worth In that I raise this forward youth so neare Those honours he deserves from Genzericke For he may live to serve my Henrick thus And growing vertue must not want reward You both allow these deedes he so much boasts of Hen. Yes but not equall to the Generals King The spoyles they equally shall both divide The Generall chuse 't is his prerogative Bellizarius be Vicegerent over all Those conquerd parts of Affrick we call ours Hubert the Master of my Henricks Horse And President of what the Goths possesse Let this our last will stand Bel. We are richly paid Hub. Who earnes
was to make me persecute Those Christian soules whom I have sent to death For which I ever ever shall lament King Ha what 's this within there Bel. Nay heare me Henrick and when thou hast heard me out With Bellizarius thinke that thou art blest If that with me thou canst participate King Thou art mad Bel. No 't is thou art mad And with thy frenzie makes this Kingdome frantick Forgive me thou great Power in whom I trust Forgive me World and blot out all my deeds From these black Kalends else when I lye dead My Name will ever lie in obliquie Is it a Sinne that can make great men good Is prophanation turn'd to sanctity Vices to Vertues if such disorder stand Then Bellizarius Acts may be held just Otherwise nothing King Some Furie hath possest my Bellizarius That thus he railes Oh my dearest Call on great Iupiter Bel. Alas poore Idoll On him on him that is not unlesse made Had I your Iove I 'de tosse him in the Ayre Or sacrifice him to his fellow-gods And see what he could doe to save himselfe You call him Thunderer shaker of Olympus The onely and deare Father of all gods When silly Iove is shooke with every winde A fingers touch can hurle him from his Throne Is this a thing to be ador'd or pray'd too King My love turnes now to rage Attendance there Enter all the Lords And helpe to binde this mad man that 's possest By the powers that we adore thou dyest Bel. Here me thou ignorant King you dull-braind Lords Oh heare me for your owne sakes for your soules sake Had you as many gods as you have dayes As once the Assyrians had yet have yee nothing Such service as they gave such you may give And have reward as had the blinde Moloffians A Toad one day they worship one of them drunke A health with 's god and poyson'd so himselfe Therefore with me looke up and as regenerate soules Dam. Can you suffer this This his affront will seare up the devotion Of all your people he that persecuted Become a convertite Bel. 'T is joy above my joy oh had you seene VVhat these eyes saw you would not then Disswade me from it nor will I leave that power By whom I finde such infinite contentments Hen. Epidophorus your eare see 't done Epi. It shall my Lord Hen. Then by the gods And all the powers the Vandals doe adore Thou hast not beene more terrible to the world Than to thy selfe I now will make thee Bel. I dare thy worst I have a Christians armour To protect me You cannot act so much as I can suffer Hen. I le try your patience Enter Epido two Christians and officers Epi. 'T is done my Lord as you directed Hen. They are come Make signes you 'le yet deny your Christianity They make signes And kneele with us to sacred Iupiter No make them then a Sacrifice to Iupiter For all the wrongs by Bellizarius done Dispatch I say to the fire with them Bel. Alas good men Tonguelesse you 'le yet be heard The sighes of your tun'd soules are musicall And whil'st I breath as now my teares I shed My prayers I le send up for you 't was I that mangl'd you How soone the bodies Organ leaves the sound The Life's next too 't a Needles point ends that A small thing does it now you have quiet roomes No wrangling all husht now make me a fellow In this most patient suffering Hen. Beare them unto the fire and place him neere To fright him Flourish Bel. On fellow Souldiers Your fires will soone be quencht and for your wrongs You shall above all speake with Angels tongues Exeunt Enter Clowne Constable and three watchmen Clown You that are borne Pagans both by father mother The true sonnes of Infidelity sit downe by me your Officiall Or to come nearer to the efficacy of the word Your undermost Iaylor or staller The word is Lordly and significant Omnes Oh brave Master y'faith Clown Therefore sit downe And as by vertue of our place we have Authority given So let us as Officers doe knaves of our function As of others let us I say be unbounded in our Authority Having the Lawes I meane the Keyes in our owne hands Const. Friend friend you are two forward in your Authority Your command is limited where I am in place For though you are the Lieutenants man know sit that I Am Master of the worke and Constable Royall Vnder the Kings Majesty Omnes Marry is hee Const. If their testimonie will not satisfie here my Title At this place in this time and upon this occasion I am Prince over those Publicans Lord over these Larroones Regent of these Rugs Viceroy over these Vagabonds King of these Catterpillars and indeed being a Constable Directly Soveraigne over these my Subjects 2. Offic. If all these stiles so hard to climbe over belong To the Office of a Constable what kin is he to the Divell Const. Why to the Devill my friend Clown I le tell you because a Constable is King of Nights And the other is Prince of Darknesse Const. Darke as it is by the twilight of my Lanthorne Methinks I see a company of Woodcocks 2. Offic. How can you discerne them Enter Epidorus Victoria Bellina Clown Oh excellent well By their bills see see here comes the Lievtenant Epid. Well sayd my friends you keepe good watch I see Clown Yes Sir we Officers have breath as strong as Garlick No Christian by their good wills dare come neare us Epid. 'T is well for beare Oh Madam had you seene with what a vehemency He did blaspheme the Gods Like to a man pearcht on some lofty Spire Amaz'd which way to relieve himselfe You would have stood as did the King amaz'd Vict. God grant him liberty And with that give us privacy I doubt not but our sweet conference Shall worke much on him Epid. Iove grant it I le leave the roome Exit Epid. Clowne A Jaylor seldome lookes for a bribe But hee 's prevented Exeunt Officers Enter Bellizarius in his Night-gowne with Epidophorus Epid. My Lord your Lady And her most beauteous daughter Are come to visit you and here attend Bel. My Wife and Daughter oh welcome love And blessing Crowne thee my beloved Bellina Vict. My Lord pray leave us Epid. Your will be your owne Law Exit Epidoph Vict. Why study you my Lord why is your eye fixt On your Bellina more than on me Bel. Good excellent good What pretty showes our fancies represents us My faire Bellina shines like to an Angel Has such a brightnesse in her Christall eyes That even the radiancy duls my sight See my Victoria lookes she not sweetly Vict. Shee does my Lord but not much better than she was wont Bel. Oh shee but beginnes to shine as yet But will I hope ere long be stellified Alas my Victoria thou look'st nothing like her Vict. Not like her why my Lord Bel. Marke and I le
your selves King Up with him Bel. Lay on more waights That hangman which more brings Addes active feathers to my soaring wings They draw him up King Victoria yet save him Vict. Keepe on thy flight And be a bird of Paradise Omnes Give him more Irons Bel. More more King Let him then goe Live thou and be my Queene Daine but to love me Vict. I am going to live with a farre greater King King Binde the coy strumpet she dyes too Let her braines be beaten on an Anvill For some new plagues for her Omnes Vexe him Bel. Doe more Vict. Heaven pardon you Eugen. And strengthen him in all his sufferings Two Angels descend 2. Angel Sings Come oh come oh come away A Quire of Angels for thee stay A Rome where Diamonds borrow light Open stands for thee this night Night no no here is ever day Come oh come oh come oh come away 1 Ang. This battaile is thy last fight well and winne A Crowne set full of Starres Bel. I spy an arme plucking up to heaven More waights you are best I shall be gone else Vict. Doe I le follow thee King Is he not yet dispatcht Belliz. Yes King I thanke thee I have all my life time trod on rotten ground And still so deepe beene sinking That my soule was oft like to bee lost But now I see a guide sweete guide A blessed messenger who having Brought me up a little way Up yonder hill I there am sure to buy For a few stripes here rich eternity 2 Angel Sings Victory victory hell is beaten downe The Martyr has put on a golden Crowne Ring Bels of Heaven him welcome hither Circle him Angels round together 1 Aug. Follow Vict. I will What sacred voyce cryes follow I am ready Oh send me after him King Thou shalt not Till thou hast fed my lust Vict. Thou foole thou canst not All my mortality is shaken off My heart of flesh and blood is gone My body is chang'd this face Is not that once was mine I am a Spirit and no racke of thine Can touch me King Not a racke of mine shall touch thee Why should the world loose such A paire of Sunnes as shine out from Thine eyes why art thou cruell to make away Thy selfe and murther mee Since whirle-winds cannot shake thee Thou shalt live and I le fanne gentle Gales upon thy face fetch me a day bed Rob the earths perfumes of all The ravishing sweetes to feast her fence Pillowes of roses shall beare up her head O would a thousand springs might grow in one To weave a flowry mantle o're her limbes As she lyes downe Enter two Angels about the bed Vict. Oh that some rocke of Ice Might fall on me and freeze me into nothing King Enchant our eares with Musicke Musicke Would I had skill to call the winged Musitians of the aire into these roomes They all should play to thee Till golden slumbers danc'd upon thy browes Watching to close thine eye-lids Ang. These Starres must shine no more soule flye away Tyrant enjoy but a cold lumpe of clay King My charmes worke Shee sleepes and lookes more lovely Now she sleepes against she wakes Invention grow thou poore studying To finde a banquet which the gods might Be invited to I need not court her now For a poore kisse her lips are friendly now And with the warme breath sweeting All the Aire draw mee thus to them ha The lips of Winter Are not so cold Anton. She 's dead Sir King Dead Dam. As frozen as if the North-winde had in spight Snatcht her hence from you King Oh I have murthered her Perfumes some creature kill She has so long in that darke Dungeon Suck'd pestiferous breath the sweete has Stflled her take hence the body Since me it hated it shall feele my hate Cast her into the fire I have lost her And for her sake all Christians shall be lost That subjects are to me massacre all But thou Eugenius art the last shall fall This day and in mine eye though it nere see more Call on thy helper which thou dost adore A Thunder-bolt strikes him Omnes The King is strucke with thunder Eugen. Thankes Divine Powers Yours be the triumph and the wonder ours Anton. Unbinde him till a new King fill the Throne And he shall doome him A Hubert a Hubert a Hubert Flourish Enter Hubert armed with shields and swords Bellina and a company of Souldiers with him Hub. What meanes this cry a Hubert Where 's your King Omnes Strucke dead by thunder Hub. So I heare You see then there is an arme more Rigorous than your love an arme Stretcht from above to beate downe Gyants The mightiest Kings on earth for all their Shoulders carry Colossi heads The memory of Genzericks name dyes here Henricke gives buriall to the Successive glory of that race Who had both voyce and title to the Crowne And meanes to guard it who must now be King Anton. We know not till we call the Lords together Hub. What Lords Cosm. Our selves and others Hub. Who makes you Lords The Tree upon whose boughs your honours grew Your Lord ships and your lives Is falne to th' ground Dam. We stand on our owne strength Hub. Who must be King Within A Hubert a Hubert a Hubert Hub. Deliver to my hand that reverent man Epid. Take him and torture him For he cald downe vengeance On Henricks head Eugen. 'T was his owne blacke soule that cald it 'T was thou that caldst it Hub. Good Eugenius lift thy hands up For thou art sav'd from Henricke And from these you heare what ecchoes Rebound from earth to heaven from heaven to earth Casting the name of King onely on me This golden Apple is a tempting fruit It is within my reach this sword can touch it And lop the weake branch off on which it hangs Which of you all would spurne at such a Starre Lay it i' th dust when 't is let downe from heaven For him to weare Anton. Who then must weare that Starre Within Hubert Hubert Hubert Hub. The Oracle tels you Oracle 't is a voyce from above Tels you for the peoples tongues When they pronounce good things are ty'd to chaines Of twenty thousand linkes which chaines are held By one supernall hand and cannot speake But what that hand will suffer I have then The people on my side I have the souldiers I have that army which your rash young King Had bent against the Christians they now are mine I am the Center and they all are lines Meeting in me if therefore these strong sinewes The Souldiers and the Commons have a vertue To lift me into the Throne I le leape into it Will you consent or no be quick in answer I must be swift in execution else Omnes Let us consult Hub. Doe and doe 't quickly Eugen. O noble Sir if you be King shoot forth Bright as a Sunne-beame and dry up these vapours That choake this kingdome dry the seas of blood Flowing
it must have wages King I le see you imbrac'd too Hub. With all my heart King And Bellizarius Make him thy Scholler Hub. His Scholler King There 's stuffe in him Which temper'd well would make him a noble fellow Now for these Prisoners 't is my best sacrifice My pious zeale can tender to the gods I censure thus let all be naked stript Then to the midst of the vast Wildernesse That stands 'twixt us and wealthy Persia They shall be driven and there wildly venture As Famine or the fury of the Beasts Conspires to use them which is that Bishop Hub. Stand forth this is Eugenius Eug. I stand forth Daring all tortures kissing Racks and Wheeles And Flames to whom I offer up this body You keepe us from our Crownes of Martyrdomes By this delaying dispatch us hence King Not yet Sir Away with them stay him and if our gods Can win this Christian Champion now so stout To fight upon their sides give him reward Our gods will reach him praise Eug. Your gods wretched soules King My worke is done and Henrick as thou lov'st Thy Fathers soule see every thing perform'd This last injunction tyes thee so farwell Let those I hated in thy hate still dwell I meane the Christians Dyes Hen. Oh what a deale of greatnesse is Struck downe at one blow Hub. Give me a battell 'T is brave being struck downe there Anth. Henrick my Lord And now my Soveraigne I am by office bound To offer to your Royall hands this Crowne Which on my knees I tender all being ready To set it on your head Omnes Ascend your Throne Long live the King of Vandals And of Goths the mighty Henrick Hen. What must now be done Anth. By me each Officer of State resignes The Patten that he holds his office by To be dispos'd as best shall please your Grace Hen. And I returne them back to all their trusts I rise in clouds my Morning is begun From the eternall set of a bright Sunne Exeunt Drumme flourish Enter Victoria and Bellina with servants Vic. My Lord return'd prepare a costly banquet To gratulate his safe and wisht Arrivall Let Musick with her sweet-tongu'd Rhetorick Take out those horrours which the loud clamours Of Warres harsh harmony hath long besieg'd His tender sences with your Father 's come Bellina Bel. I feele the joy of it with you sweet Mother And am as ready to receive a blessing from him As you his chaste imbraces Vic. So so bestirre Let all our loves and duties be exprest In our most diligent and active care Enter Bellizarius Here comes my comfort-bringer My Bellizarius Bel. Dearest Victoria My second joy take thou a Fathers blessing Vic. Not wounded Sir I hope Bel. No Victoria Those were Rewards that we bestow'd on others We gave but tooke none backe had we not you At home to heare our noble Victories Our Fame should want her Crowne although she flew As high as yonder Axle-tree above And spred in latitude throughout the world We have subdu'd those men of strange beleefe Which Christians call themselves a race of people This must I speake of them as resolute And full of courage in their bleeding falls As should they tryumph for a Victory When the last groanes of many thousand mett And like commixed Whirlewindes fill'd our eares As it from us rais'd not a dust of pitty So did it give no terrour to the rest That did but live to see their fellows dye In all our rigours and afflicting tortures We cannot say that we the men subdu'd Because their joy was louder than our conquest And still more worke of blood we must expect Like Hydra's Heads by cutting off they double As seed that multiplies such are their dead Next Moone a sheafe of Christians in ones stead Vic. This is a bloody Trade my Bellizarius Would thou wouldst give it over Bel. 'T is worke Victoria that must be done These are the battailes of our blessing Pleasing gods and goddesses who for our service Render us these Conquests Our selves and our affaires we may neglect But not our Deities which these Christians prophane Deride and scoffe at would new Lawes Bring in and a new god make Vic. No my Lord I have heard say they never make their gods But they serve 'em they say that did make them All made-gods they dispise Bel. Tush tush Victoria let not thy pitty Turne to passions they 'le not deserve thy sorrow How now what 's the newes Enter a Souldier Sold. Strange my Lord beyond a wonder For 't is miraculous Since you forsooke The bloody fight and horrour of the Christians One tortur'd wretch whose sight was quite extinct His eyes no farther seeing than his hands Is now by that Eugenius whom they call Their holy Bishop cleerely restor'd againe To the astonishment of all your Army Who faintly now recoyle with feare and terrour Not daring to offen'd so great a power Bel. Ha 't is strange thou tell'st me Vic. Oh take heed my Lord It is no warring against heavenly Powers Who can command their Conquest when they please They can forbeare the Gyants that throw stones And smile upon their follies but when they frowne Their angers fall downe perpendicular And strike their weake Opposer into nothing The Thunder tells us so Bel. Pray leave me all I shall have company When you are gone enough to fill the roome Vic. The holiest powers Give thee their best direction Exeunt Manet Bellizarius Bel. What power is that can fortifie a man To joy in death since all that we expect Is but fruition of the joyes of life If Christians hoped not to become immortall Why should they seeke for death Oh then instruct me some Divine power Thou that canst give the sight unto the blind Open my blind judgement Thunder That I may see a way to happinesse Enter an Angel Ha this is a dreadfull answer this may chide The relapse in my blood that 'gins to faint The further persecution of these people Or shall I backe and double tyranny Thunder A louder threatning oh mould these voyces Into articulate words that I may know Thy meaning better shall I quench the flames Of blood and vengeance and my selfe become A penetrable Christian my life lay downe Amongst their sufferings Musicke Ha these are sweet tunes Ang. Bellizarius Bel. It names me too Ang. Sheath up thy cruelty no more pursue In bloody forrage these oppressed Christians For now the Thunder will take their part Remaine in peace and Musick is thy banquet Or thy selfe number 'mongst their martyring groanes And thou art numbred with these blessed ones Bel. What heavenly voyce is this shall my eares onely Be left with raptures not mine eyes enjoy The sight of that Celestiall presence From whence these sweete sounds come Ang. Yes thou shalt see Nay then 't is lost agen Bel. kneeles Rise this is enough be constant Souldier Thy heart 's a Christian to death persever And then enjoy the sight of Angels ever Exit