Instruments doe oft convey The Soule to her propos'd Intents and where Our Stars deny Art may supply Exit Enter Semanthe Orithie Orsames Philan. Sem. Thinke you it is not then The little jealousies my Lord and feares Joy mixt with doubt and doubt reviv'd with hope That crownes all love with pleasure these are lost When once we come to full fruition Like waking in the morning when all night Our fancie has been fed with some new strange delight Ors I grant you Madam that the feares and joyes Hopes and desires mixt with despaires and doubts Doe make the sport in love that they are The very dogs by which we hunt the Hare But as the dogs would stop and straight give o're Were it not for the little thing before So would our passions both alike must be Flesh t in the chase Ori. Will you then place the happinesse but there Where the dull plow-man and the plow-mans horse Can find it out Shall Soules refin'd not know How to preserve alive a noble flame But let it die burne out to appetite Sem. Love 's a Chamelion and would live on aire Physick for Agues starving is his food Ors Why there 's it now a greater Epicure Lives not on earth my Lord and I have been In 's Privie kitchin seen his bills of Fare Sem. And how and how my Lord Ors. A mightie Prince And full of curiositie Harts newly slaine Serv'd up intire and stucke with little Arrowes In stead of Cloaves Phi. Sometimes a cheeke plumpt up With broth with creame and claret mingled For sauce and round about the dish Pomegranate kernells strew'd on leaves of Lillies Ors. Then will he have black eyes for those of late He feeds on much and for varietie The gray Phi. You forget his cover'd dishes Of Jene-strayes and Marmalade of Lips Perfum'd by breath sweet as the beanes first blossomes Sem. Rare And what 's the drinke to all this meat my Lord Ors. Nothing but pearle dissolv'd teares still fresh fetch'd From Lovers eyes which if they come to be Warme in the carriage are streight cool'd with sighs Sem. And all this rich proportion perchance We Would allow him Ors. True but therefore this is but his common diet Onely serves When his chiefe Cookes Liking and Opportunitie Are out o' th' way for when hee feasts indeed 'T is there where the wise people of the world Did place the vertues i' th' middle Madam Ori. My Lord there is so little hope we should coÌ„vert you And if we should so little got by it That wee ll not loose so much upon 't as sleepe Your Lordships servants Ors. Nay Ladies wee ll wait upon you to your chambers Ph. Prithee le ts spare the complement we shall doe no good Ors. By this hand I le try They keepe me fasting and I must be praying Exeunt Aglaura undressing of her selfe Jolina Agl. Undresse mee Is it not late Iolina It was the longest day this Enter Thersames Ther. Softly as Death it selfe comes on When it does steale away the sicke mans breath And standers by perceive it not Have I trod the way unto these lodgings How wisely doe those Powers That give us happinesse order it Sending us still feares to bound our joyes Which else would over-flow and lose themselves See where shee sits Like day retir'd into another world Deare mine where all the beautie man admires In scattered pieces does united lye Where sense does feast and yet where sweet desire Lives in its longing like a Misers eye That never knew nor â—aw sacietie Tell me by what approaches must I come To take in what remaines of my felicitie Agl. Needs there any new ones where the breach Is made already you are entred here Long since Sir here and I have giv'n up all Ther. All but the Fort and in such wars as these Till that be yeilded up there is no peace Nor triumph to be made come undoe undoe And from these envious clouds slide quicke Into Loves proper Sphere thy bed The wearie traveller whom the busie Sunne Hath vex't all day and scortch d almost to tinder Nere long'd for night as I have long d for this What rude hand is that One knockes hastily Goe Iolina see but let none enter Iolina goes to the doore Iol. 'T is Zeriff Sir Ther. Oh Something of weight hath falne out it seemes Which in his zeale he could not keepe till morning But one short minute Deare into that chamber Enter Ziriff How now Thou start'st as if thy sinnes had met thee Or thy Fathers ghost what newes man Zir. Such as will send the blood of hastie messages Unto the heart and make it call All that is man about you into councell Where 's the Princesse Sir Ther. Why what of her Zir. The King must have her Ther. How Zir. The King must have her Sir Ther. Though feare of worse makes ill still relish better And this looke handsome in our friendship Ziriff Yet so severe a preparation There needed not come come what i st Ziriff leads him to the doore and shewes him a Guard A Guard Thersames Thou art lost betray'd By faithlesse and ungratefull man Out of a happinesse He steps between the doore and him and drawes The very thought of that Will lend my anger so much noble justice That wert thou master of as much fresh life As th' ast been of villany it should not serve Nor stocke thee out to glorie or repent The least of it Zir. Put up put up such unbecomming anger I have not seene you weare before What draw upon your friend Discovers himselfe Doe you beleeve me right now Ther. I scarce beleeve mine eyes Zorannes Zir. The same but how preserv'd or why Thus long disguis'd to you a freer houre must speake That y' are betrai'd is certaine but by whom Unlesse the Priest himselfe I cannot ghesse More than the marriage though he knowes not of If you now send her on these early summons Before the sparks are growne into a flame You to redeeme th' offence or make it lesse And on my life yet his intents are faire And he will but besiege not force affection So you gaine time if you refuse there 's but One way you know his power and passion Ther. Into how strange a labyrinth am I Now falne what shall I doe Zorannes Zir. Doe Sir as Sea-men that have lost their light And way strike saile and lye quiet a while Your forces in the Province are not yet In readinesse nor is our friend Zephines Arriv'd at Delphos nothing is ripe besides Ther. Good heavens did I but dreame that she was mine Upon imagination did I climbe up to This height let mee then wake and dye Some courteous hand snatch mee from what 's to come And ere my wrongs have being give them end Zir. How poore and how unlike the Prince is this This trifle woman does unman us all Robs us so much it makes us things of pittie Is this a time to loose our
Agl. Oh sad mistake 't is hee Ther. Hast thou no voyce Agl. I would I had not nor a being neither Ther. Aglaura it cannot be Agl. Oh still beleeve so Sir For 't was not I Indeed but fatall Love Ther. Loves wounds us'd to be gentler than these were The paines they give us have some pleasure In them and that these have not Enter Ziriff with a taper Oh doe not say 't was you for that does wound agen Guard me my better Angell Doe I wake my eyes since I was man Ne're met with any object gave them so much trouble I dare not aske neither to be satisfied Shee lookes so guiltily Agl. Why doe you stare and wonder at a thing That you your selfe have made thus mizerable Zir. Good gods and I o' the partie too Agl. Did you not tell me that the King this night Meant to attempt my honour that our condition Would not admit of middle wayes and that we must Send them to graves or lye our selves in dust Zir. Unfortunate mistake Ziriff knocks I never did intend our safety by thy hands Enter Pasithas Pasithas goe instantly and fetch Andrages From his bed how is it with you Sir Ther. As with the besieg'd My soule is so beset it does not know Whether 't had best to make a desperate Sally out by this port or not Agl. Sure I shall turne statue here Ther. If thou do'st love me weepe not Aglaura All those are drops of bloud and flow from me Zir. Now all the gods defend this way of expiation Think'st thou thy crime Aglaura would be lesse By adding to it or canst thou hope To satisfie those powers whom great sins Doe displease by doing greater Agl. Discourteous courtesie I had no other meanes left mee than this To let Thersames know I would doe nothing To him I would not doe unto my selfe And that thou takest away Ther. Friend bring me a little neerer I find a kind of willingnesse to stay And find that willingnesse something obey'd My bloud now it perswades it selfe You did not call in earnest Makes not such hast Agl. Oh my dearest Lord This kindnesse is so full of crueltie Puts such an uglinesse on what I have done That when I looke upon it needs must fright Me from my selfe and which is more insufferable I feare from you Ther. Why should that fright thee which most comforts mee I glorie in it and shall smile i' th' grave To thinke our love was such that nothing But it selfe could e're destroy it Agl. Destroy it can it have ever end Will you not be thus courteous then in the other world Shall we not be together there as here Ther. I cannot tell whether I may or not Agl. Not tell Ther. No The Gods thought me unworthy of thee here And when thou art more pure Why should I not more doubt it Agl. Because if I shall be more pure I shall be then more fit for you Our Priests assure us an Elysium And can that be Elysium where true Lovers Must not meet Those Powers that made our loves Did they intend them mortall Would sure have made them of a courser stuffe Would they not my Lord Ther. Prethee speake still This musique gives my soule such pleasing businesse Takes it so wholly up it findes not leisure to Attend unto the summons death does make Yet they are loud and peremptorie now And I can onely Faints Agl. Some pitying Power inspire me with A waâ— to follow him heart wilt thou not Breake it of thy selfe Zir. My grieâ—es besot me His souâ—e will saiâ—e out with this purple tide And I shall here be found staring After't like a man that 's come too short o' th' ship And 's left behind upon the land Shee swounes Enter Andrages Oh welcome we come here lyes Andrages Alas too great a trâ—all for thy art And. There 's life in him from whence these wounds Zir. Oh 't is no time for storie And. 'T is not mortall my Lord bow him gently And help me to infuse this into him The sou e is but asleepe and not gone forth Ther. Oh ho Zir. Hearke the Prince does live Ther. What e're thou art hast given me now a life And with it all my cares and miseries Expect not a reward no not a thanks If thou would'st merit from me Yet wh would be guilty of so lost an action Restore me to my quietnesse agen For life and that are most incompatible Zir. Still in despaires I did not thinke till now 't was in the power Of Fortune to have robb'd Thersames of himselfe For pitie Sir and reason live If you will die die not Aglaura's murther'd That 's not so handsome at least die not Her murthered and her murtherer too For that will surely follow Looke up Sir This violence of Fortune cannot last ever Who knowes but all these clouds are shadowes To set off your fairer dayes if it growes blacker And the stormes doe rise this harbour's alwayes open Ther. What say'st thou Aglaura Agl. What sayes Andrages And. Madam would Heaven his mind would admit As eafie cure as his body will 'T was onely want of bloud And two houres rest restores him to himselfe Zir. And by that time it may be Heaven Will give our miseries some ease Come Sir repose upon a bed There 's time enough to day Ther. Well I will still obey Though I must feare it will be with me But as 't is with tortured men Whom States preserve onely to wrack agen Exeunt Take off table Enter Ziriff with a taper Zir. All fast too here They sleepe to night I' their winding sheets I thinke there 's such A generall quiet Oh! here 's light I warrant you For lust does take as little rest as care or age Courting her glasse I swear fie that 's a flatterer Madam In me you shall see trulier what you are He knocks Enter Queen Orb. What make you up at this strange houre my Lord Zir. My businesse is my boldnesse warrant Madam And I could well afford t' have been without it now Had Heav'n so pleas'd Orb. 'T is a sad Prologue What followes in the name of vertue Zir. The King Orb. I what of him is well is he not Zir. Yes If to be on 's journey to the other world Be to be well hee is Orb. Why he 's not dead is he Zir. Yes Madam dead Orb. How where Zir. I doe not know particulars Orb. Dead Zir. Yes Madam Orb. Art sure hee 's dead Zir. Madam I know him as certainly dead As I know you too must die hereafter Orb. Dead Zir. Yes dead Orb. We must all die The Sisters spin no cables for us mortalls Th' are threds and Time and chance Trust me I could weep now But watrie distillations doe but ill on graves They make the lodging colder Shee knocks Zir. What would you Madam Orb. Why my friends my Lord I would consult and know what 's to be done Zir. Madam 't is not so safe to raise
the King THis Sir to them but unto Majestie All hee has said before hee does denie Yet not to Majestie that were to bring His feares to be but for the Queen and King Not for your selves and that hee dares not say Y' are his Soveraignes another way Your soules are Princes and you have as good A title that way as yee have by blood To governe and here your power 's more great And absolute than in the royall Seat There men dispute and but by Law obey Here is no Law at all but what yee say Scena Persia King In love with Aglaura Thersames Prince in love with Aglaura Orbella Queen at first Mistresse to Ziriff in love with Ariaspes Ariaspes Brother to the King Ziriff Otherwayes Sorannez disguised Captaine of the Guard in love with Orbella brother to Aglaura Iolas A Lord of the Councell seeming friend to the Prince but a Traytour in love with Semanthe Aglaura In love with the Prince but nam'd Mistresse to the King Orsames A young Lord antiplatonique friend to the Prince Philan The same Semanthe In love with Ziriff platonique Orithie In love with Thersames Pasithas A faithfull servant Jolinas Aglaura's waiting-woman Courtiers Huntsmen Priest Guard AGLAURA ACTUS I. SCENA I. Enter IOLAS IOLINA Jolas MArried and in Diana's Grove Jolin So was th'appointment or my Sense deceiv'd me Jolas Married Now by those Powers that tye those pretty knots 'T is very fine good faith 't is wondrous fine Jolin What is Brother Jolas Why to marrie Sister T' injoy 'twixt lawfull and unlawfull thus A happinesse steale as 't were ones owne Diana's Grove sayest thou Scratcheth his head Jolin That 's the place the hunt once up and all Ingag'd in the sport they meane to leave The company and steale unto those thickets Where there 's a Priest attends them Jolas And will they lye together think'st thou Jolin Is there distinction of sex thinke you Or flesh and bloud Jolas True but the King Sister Jolin But love Brother Jolas Thou sayest well 'T is fine 't is wondrous fine Diana's Grove Jolin Yes Diana's grove But Brother if you should speake of this now so fast Jol. Why thou know'st a drowning man holds not a thing Semanthe she shuns me too Enter Semanthe she sees Jolin The wound festred sure Iolas and goes in agen The hurt the boy gave her when first Shee look'd abroad into the world is not yet cur'd Iolas What hurt Iolin Why know you not Shee was in love long since with young Zorannes Aglaura's brother and the now Queens betroth'd Iolas Some such slight Tale I 'ave heard Iolin Slight she yet does weep when she but hears him nam'd And tels the prettiest and the saddest stories Of all those civill wars and those Amours That trust me both my Lady and my selfe Turne weeping Statues still Iolas Pish 't is not that 'T is Ziriff and his fresh glories herâ— Have rob'd me of her Since he thus appear'd in Court My love has languish'd worse than Plants in drought But time 's a good Physician come le ts in The King Queen by this time are come forth Exeunt Enter Serving-men to Ziriff 1 Serv. Yonder 's a crowd without as if some strange Sight were to be seen to day here 2 Serv. Two or three with Carbonadoes afore in stead of faces mistook the doore for a breach at the opening of it are striving still which should enter first 3 Serv. Is my Lord busie Knocks Enter Ziriff as in his Studie 1 Serv. My Lord there are some Souldiers without Zir. Well I will dispatch them presently 2 Serv. Th'Embassadours from the Cadusians too Zir. Shew them the Gallerie 3 Serv. One from the King Zir. Again I come I come Exeunt Serving-men Ziriff solus Greatnesse thou vainer shadow of the Princes beames Begot by meere reflection nourish'd in extreames First taught to creepe and live upon the glance Poorely to fare till thine owne proper strength Bring thee to surfet of thy selfe at last How dull a Pageant would this States-play seeme To mee now were not my love and my revenge Mixt with it Three tedious Winters have I waited here Like patient Chymists blowing still the coales And still expecting when the blessed houre Would com should make me master of The Court Elixar Power for that turnes all 'T is in projection now downe sorrow downe And swell my heart no more and thou wrong'd ghost Of my dead father to thy bed agen And sleep securely It cannot now be long for sure Fate must As 't has been cruell so a while be just Exit Enter King and Lords the Lords intreating for Prisoners King I say they shall not live our mercie Would turne sinne should we but use it er'e Pittie and Love the bosses onely be Of government meerly for show and ornament Feare is the bit that mans proud will restraines And makes its vice its vertue See it done Enter to them Queen Aglaura Ladies the King addresses himselfe to Aglaura So early and so curious in your dresse faire Mistresse These prettie ambushes and traps for hearts Set with such care to day looke like designe Speake Lady is 't a massacre resolv'd Is conquering one by one growne tedious sport Or is the number of the taken such That for your safetie you must kill out-right Agl. Did none doe greater mischiefe Sir than I Heav'n would not much be troubled with sad storie Nor would the quarrell man has to the Starres Be kept alive so strongly King When hee does leave 't Woman must take it up and justly too For robbing of the sex and giving all to you Agl. Their weakenesses you meane and I confesse Sir King The greatest subjects of their power or glorie Such gentle rape thou act'st upon my soule And with such pleasing violence dost force it still That when it should resist it tamely yeilds Making a kinde of haste to be undone As if the way to victorie were losse And conquest came by overthrow Enter an Expresse delivering a Packet upon his knee The King reads Qu. Prettie The Queen looking upon a flower in one of the Ladies heads Is it the child of nature or of some faire hand La. 'T is as the beauty Madam of some faces Arts issue onely King Thersames This concernes you most brought you her picture Exp. Somthing made up for her in hast I have Presents King If she does owe no part of this faire dower the Picture Vnto the Painter she is rich enough Agl. A kinde of merry sadnesse in this face Becomes it much King There is indeed Aglaura A prettie sullenesse drest up in smiles That sayes this beauty can both kill and save How like you her Thersames Ther. As well as any man can doe a house By seeing of the portall here 's but a face And faces Sir are things I have not studied I have my dutie and may boldly sweare What you like best will ever please me most King Spoke like Thersames and my
O' th' Compasse and as good Pictures Had his eyes towards every man 3 Court And his sword too All th' other side walk up and down the Court now As if they had lost their way and stare Like Grey-hounds when the Hare has taken the furze 1 Court Right And have more troubles about 'em Than a Serving-man that has forgot his message When he 's come upon the place 2 Court Yonder 's the King within chafing swearing Like an old Falconer upon the first flight Of a young Hawke when some Clowne Has taken away the quarrie from her And all the Lords stand round about him As if he were to be baited with much more feare And at much more distance Than a Countrey Gentlewoman sees the Lions the first time Look he 's broke loose Enter King and Lords King Find him or by Osiris selfe you all are Traitours And equally shall pay to Justice a single man And guiltie too breake through you all Enter Ziriff Zir. Confidence Thou paint of women and the States-mans wisdome Valour for Cowards and of the guilties Innocence Assist me now Sir send these Starers off I have some businesse will deserve your privacie King Leave us Jol. How the villaine swells upon us Exeunt Zir. Not to punish thought Or keepe it long upon the wrack of doubt Know Sir That by corruption of the waiting woman The common key of secrets I have found The truth at last and have discover'd all The Prince your Sonne was by Aglaura's meanes Convey'd last night unto the Cypresse Grove Through a close vault that opens in the lodgings Hee does intend to joyne with Carimania But e're he goes resolves to finish all The rites of Love and this night meanes To steale what is behind King How good is Heav'n unto mee That when it gave me Traitours for my Subjects Would lend me such a Servant Zir. How just Sir rather That would bestow this Fortune on the poore And where your bountie had made debt so infinite That it grew desâ—erate their hope to pay it King Enougâ— of that thou do'st but gently chide Me for a fault hat I wîll mend for I Have been toopoore and low in my rewards Unto thy vertâ—e but to our businesse The questioâ— is whether we shall rely Upon our Guards agen Zir. â—y no meanes Sir Hope 〈◊〉 his future fortunes or their Love Unto his person has so sicklied o're Their resolutions that we must not trust them Besides it were but needlesse here Hee passes through the vault alone and I My selfe durst undertake that businesse If that were all but there is something else This accident doth prompt my zeale to serve you in I know you love Aglaura Sir with passion And would enjoy her I know besides Shee loves him so that whosoe're shall bring The tidings of his death must carrie back The newes of hers so that your Justice Sir Must rob your hope but there is yet a way King Here take my heart for I have hitherto Too vainly spent the treasure of my love I 'le have it coyn'd streight into friendship all And make a present to thee Zir. If any part of this rich happinesse Fortune prepares now for you shall owe it selfe Unto my weake endeavours I have enough Aglaura without doubt this night expects The Prince and why You should not then supply his place by stealth And in disguise King I apprehend thee Ziriff But there 's difficultie Zir. Who trades in love must be an adventurer Sir But here is scarce enough to make the pleasure dearer I know the Cave your Brother and my selfe With Iolas for those w' are sure doe hae him With some few chosen more betimes wll wait The Princes passing through the vault iâ— hee Comes first hee 's dead and if it be yourselfe Wee will conduct you to the chamber doorâ— And stand 'twixt you and danger afterwards King I have conceiv'd of joy and am grown â—reat Till I have safe deliverance time 's a cripple And goes on crutches as for thee my Ziriff I doe here entertaine a friendship with thee Shall drowne the memorie of all patternes past Wee will oblige by turnes and that so thick And fast that curious studiers of it Shall not once dare to cast it up or say By way of ghesse whether thou or I Remaine the debtors when wee come to die Exeunt Enter Semanthe Orithie Philan Orsames Lords and Ladies Ori. Is the Queen ready to come out Phi. Not yet sure the Kings brother is but newly entred Sem. Come my Lord the Song then Ori. The Song Ors A vengeance take this love it spoyles a voyce Worse than the losing of a maiden-head I have got such a cold with rising And walking in my shirt a nights that A Bittorne whooping in a reed is better musicke Ori. This modestie becomes you as ill my Lord As wooing would us women pray put 's not to 't Ors Nay Ladies you shall finde mee As free as the Musicians of the woods Themselves what I have you shall not need to call for Nor shall it cost you any thing SONG WHy so pale and wan fond Lover Prithee why so pale Will when looking well can't move her Looking ill prevaile Prithee why so pale Why so dull and mute young Sinner Prithee why so mute Will when speaking well can't win her Saying nothing doo 't Prithee why so mute Quit quit for shame this will not move This cannot take her If of her selfe shee will not Love Nothing can make her The Devill take her Ori. I should have ghest it had been the issue of Your braine if I had not been told so Ors A little foolish counsell Madam I gave a friend Of mine foure or five yeares agoe when he was Falling into a Consumption Enter Queene Orb. Which of all you have seene the faire prisoner Since shee was confinde Sem. I have Madam Orb. And how behaves shee now her selfe Sem. As one that had intrench'd so deepe in Innocence Shee fear'd no enemies beares all quietly And smiles at Fortune whil'st shee frownes on her Orb. So gallant I wonder where the beautie lies That thus inflames the royall bloud Ori. Faces Madam are like bookes those that do study them Know best and to say truth 't is still Much as it pleases the Courteous Reader Orb. These Lovers sure are like Astronomers That when the vulgar eye discovers but A Skie above studded with some few stars Finde out besides strange fishes birds and beasts Sem. As men in sicknesse scorch'd into a raving Doe see the Devill in all shapes and formes When standers by wondring aske where and when So they in Love for all 's but feaver there And madnesse too Orb. That 's too severe Semanthe But we will have your reasons in the parke Are the doores open through the Gardens Lo. The King has newly led the way Exeunt Enter Ariaspes Ziriff with a warrant sealed Ari. Thou art a Tyrant Ziriff I shall die with joy Zir.
for ever Zir. For ever I there 's it For in those Groves thou talk'st of There are so many by-wayes and odd rurnings Leading unto such wild and dismall places That should we goe without a guide or stir Before Heav'n calls 't is strongly to be feared We there should wander up and downe for ever And be benighted to eternitie Agl. Benighted to eternitie What 's that Zir. Why 't is to be benighted to eternitie To sit i' th' darke and doe I know not what Unriddle at our owne sad cost and charge The doubts the learned here doe onely move Agl. What place have murtherers brother there for sure The murtherer of the Prince must have A punishment that Heaven is yet to make Zir. How is religion fool'd betwixt our loves And feares poore Girle for ought that thou hast done Thy Chaplets may be faire and flourishing As his in the Elysium Agl. Doe you thinke so Zir. Yes I doe thinke so The juster Judges of our Actions Would they have been severe upon Our weaknesses Would sure have made us stronger Fie those teares A Bride upon the marriage day as properly Might shed as thou here widowes doo 't And marrie next day after To such a funerall as this there should be nothing common Wee 'll mourne him so that those that are alive Shall thinke themselves more buried far than hee And wish to have his grave to find his Obsequies But stay the Body Brings up the body she swounâ— and dies Agen Sister Aglaura O speake once more once more looke out faire Soule Shee 's gone Irrevocably gone And winging now the Aire Like a glad bird broken from some cage Poore Bankrupt heart when ' thad not wherewithall To pay to sad disaster all that was its due It broke would mine would doe so too My soule is now within mee Like a well metled Hauke on a blind Faulk'ners fist Me thinkes I feele it baiting to be gone And yet I have a little foolish businesse here On earth I will dispatch Exit Enter Pasithas with the body of Ariaspes Pas Let me be like my burthen here if I had not as lieve kill two of the Bloud-royall for him as carrie one of them These Gentlemen of high actions are three times as heavie after death as your private retir'd ones looke if he be not reduc'd to the state of a Courtier of the second forme now and cannot stand upon his owne legs nor doe any thing without helpe Hum. And what 's become of the great Prince in prison as they call it now the toy within us that makes us talke and laugh and fight I why there 's it well let him be what he will and where he will I 'le make bold with the old Tenement here Come Sir come along Exit Enter Ziriff Zir. All 's fast too here They sleepe to night I' their winding sheets I thinke there 's such A generall quiet Oh! here 's light I warrant For lust does take as little rest as care or age Courting her glasse I sweare fie that 's a flatterer Madam In me you shal see trulier what you are Knocks Ent. the Queen Orb. What make you up at this strange houre my Lord Zir. My businesse is my boldnesse warrant Madam And I could well afford t' have been without it now Had Heav'n so pleas'd Orb. 'T is a sad Prologue What followes in the name of vertue Zir. The King Orb. I what of him is well is he not Zir. Yes If to be free from the great load Wee sweat and labour under here on earth Be to be well he is Orb. Why hee 's not dead is hee Zir. Yes Madam slaine and the Prince too Orb. How where Zir. I know not but dead they are Orb. Dead Zir. Yes Madam Orb. Did'st see them dead Zir. As I see you alive Orb. Dead Zir. Yes dead Orb. Well we must all die The Sisters spin no cables for us mortalls Th' are thred and Time and chance Trust me I could weepe now But watrie distillations doe but ill on graves They make the lodging colder She knocks Zir. What would you Madam Orb. Why my friends my Lord I would consult and know what 's to be done Zir. Madam 't is not so safe to raise the Court Things thus unsetled if you please to have Orb. Where 's Ariaspes Zir. In 's dead sleepe by this time I 'm sure Orb. I know he is not find him instantly Zir. I 'm gone Turnes back againe But Madam why make you choyce of him from whom If the succession meet disturbance All must come of danger Orb. My Lord I am not yet so wise as to be jealous Pray dispute no further Zir. Pardon me Madam if before I goe I must unlock a secret unto you such a one As while the King did breathe durst know no aire Zorannes lives Orb. Ha! Zir. And in the hope of such a day as this Has lingred out a life snatching to feed His almost famish'd eyes Sights now and then of you in a disguise Orb. Strange this night is big with miracle Zir. If you did love him as they say you did And doe so still 't is now within your power Orb. I would it were my Lord but I am now No private woman If I did love him once And 't is so long agoe I have forgot My youth and ignorance may well excus't Zir. Excuse it Orb. Yes excuse it Sir Zir. Though I confesse I lov'd his father much And pitie him yet having offer'd it Unto your thoughts I have discharg'd a trust And zeale shall stray no further Your pardon Madam Exit Queen studies Orb. May be 't is a plot to keep off Ariaspes Greatnesse which hee must feare because he knowes He hates him for these great States-men That when time has made bold with the King Subject Throwing down all fence that stood betwixt their power And others right are on a change Like wanton Salmons comming in with flouds That leap o're wyres and nets and make their way To be at the returne to every one a prey Enter Ziriff and Pasithas throwing down the dead body of Ariaspes Orb. Ha! murthered too Treason treason Zir. But such another word and halfe so loud And th' art Orb. Why thou wilt not murther me too Wilt thou villaine Zir. I do not know my temper Discovers himselfe Looke here vaine thing and see thy sins full blowne There 's scarce a part in all this face thou hast Not been forsworn by and Heav'n forgive thee for 't For thee I lost a Father Countrey friends My selfe almost for I lay buried Long And when there was no use thy love could pay Too great thou mad'st the principle away Had I but staid and not began revenge Till thou had'st made an end of changing I had had the Kingdome to have kill'd As wantons entring a Garden take The first faire flower they meet and Treasure't in their laps Then seeing more do make fresh choyce agen Throwing in one and one till
at the length The first poor flower o're-charg'd with too much weight Withers and dies So hast thou dealt with mee And having kill'd me first I will kill Orb. Hold hold Not for my sake but Orbella's Sir a bare And single death is such a wrong to Justice I must needs except against it Find out a way to make me long a dying For death 's no punishment it is the sense The paines and feares afore that makes a death To thinke what I had had had I had you What I have lost in losing of my selfe Are deaths farre worse than any you can give Yet kill me quickly for if I have time I shall so wash this soule of mine with teares Make it so fine that you would be afresh In love with it and so perchance I should Again come to deceive you Sherises up weeping hanging down her head Zir. So rises day blushing at nights deformitie And so the prettie flowers blubber'd with dew And ever washt with raine hang downe their heads I must not looke upon her Goes towards him Orb. Were but the Lillies in this face as fresh As are the Roses had I but innocence Joyn'd to their blushes I should then be bold For when they went on begging they were ne're deni'de 'T is but a parting kisse Sir Zir. I dare not grant it Orb. Your hand Sir then for that 's a part I shall Love after death if after death we love ' Cause it did right the wrong'd Zorannes here Steps to him and opens the box of poyson Zorannes falls Sleepe sleepe for ever and forgotten too All but thy ills which may succeeding time Remember as the Sea-man does his marks To know what to avoyd may at thy name All good men start and bad too may it prove Infection to the Aire that people dying of it May help to curse thee for me Turnes to the body of Ariaspes Could I but call thee back as eas'ly now But that 's a Subject for our teares not hopes There is no piecing Tulips to their stalks When they are once divorc'd by a rude hand All we can doe is to preserve in water A little life and give by couretous Art What scanted Nature wants Commission for That thou shalt have for to thy memorie Such Tribute of moyst sorrow I will pay And that so purifi'd by love that on thy grave Nothing shall grow but Violets Primroses Of which too some shall be Of the mysterious number so that Lovers shall Come thither not as to a tomb but to an Oracle She knocks and raises the Court. Enter Ladies and Courtiers as out of their beds Orb. Come come help me to weep my selfe away And melt into a grave for life is but Repentance nurse and will conspire with memorie To make my houres my tortures Ori. What Scene of sorrow 's this both dead Orb. Dead I and 't is but halfe death's triumphs this The King and Prince lye somewhere just Such empty truncks as these Ori. The Prince Then in griefes burthen I must beare a part Sem. The noble Ariaspes valiant Ziriff too Weeps Orb. Weep'st thou for him fond Prodigall do'st know On whom thou spend'st thy teares this is the man To whom we owe our ills the false Zorannes Disguis'd not lost but kept alive by some Enter Pasithas surveys the bodyes finds his Master Incensed Power to punish Persia thus He would have kill'd me too but Heav'n was just And furnisht me with meanes to make him pay This score of villanie e're he could do more Pas Were you his murth'rer then Pasithas runs at her kills her and flies Ori. Ah me the Queene Rub her till she come to her selfe Sem. How doe you Madam Orb. Well but I was better and shall Dies Sem. Oh! she is gone for ever Enter Lords in their night-gownes Orsames Philan. Ors What have we here A Church-yard nothing but silence and grave Ori. Oh! here has been my Lords The blackest night the Persian world e're knew The King and Prince are not themselves exempt From this arrest but pale and cold as these Have measured out their lengths Lo. Impossible which way Sem. Of that we are as ignorant as you For while the Queene was telling of the Storie An unknowne villaine here has hurt her so That like a sickly Taper she but made One flash and so expir'd Enter tearing in Pasithas Phi. Here he is but no confession Or. Torture must force him then Though 'T will indeed but weakly satisfie To know now they are dead how they did die Phi. Come take the bodies up and let us all Goe drowne our selves in teares this massacre Has left so torne a State that 't will be policie Aswell as debt to weep till we are blinde For who would see the miseries behinde Epilogue OVr Play is done and yours doth now begin What different Fancies people now are in How strange and odd a mingle it would make If e're they rise 't were possible to take All votes But as when an authentique Watch is showne Each man wiâ—des up and rectifies his owne So in our very Judgements first there sits A grave Grand Jurie on it of Towne-wits And they give up their verdict then agin The other Jurie of the Court comes in And that 's of life and death for each man sees That oft condemnes what th' other Jurie frees Some three dayes hence the Ladies oâ— the Towne Will come to have a Judgement of their owne And after them their servants then the Citie For that is modest and is still last wittie 'T will be a weeke at least yet e're they have Resolv'd to let it live or give 't a grave Such difficultie there is to unite Opinion or bring it to be right Epilogue for the Court. SIR THat th' abusing of your eare 's a crime Above th' excuse any six lines in 〈◊〉 Can make the Poet knowes I am but senâ— T' intreat hee may not be a President For hee does thinke that in this place theâ—e hee Many have done 't as much and more than hee But here 's he sayes the difference of the Fates Hee begs a Pardon after 't they Estates FINIS AGLAURA REPRESENTED At the Court by his Majesties Servants Written by Sir JOHN SVCKLING LONDON Printed for Tho Walkley and are to be sold by Humphrey Moseley at his shop at the signe of the Princes armes in St. Pauls Church-yard 1646. Prologue FOre love a mighty Sessions and I feare Though kind last Sizes 't will be now severe For it is thought and by judicious men Aglaura ' scap't onely by dying then But 't would be vaine for mee now to indeare Or speake unto my Lords the Judges here They hold their places by condemning still And cannot shew at once mercie and skill For wit's so cruell unto wit that they Are thought to want that find not want i th' play But Ladies you who never lik'd a plot But where the Servant had his Mistresse got And whom to see
Brennoralt charges through I doe not see my game yet Exeunt A shout within Enter Brennoralt Doran Stratheman Marinell Bren. What shout is that Stra. They have taken Almerin my Lord. Bren. Almerin the Divell thanke em for 't When I had hunted hard all day And now at length unhearded the proud Deere The Currs have snatch't him up sound a Retreat There 's nothing now behinde Who saw Doran Str. Shall we bring Almerin in Bre. No gazing is low Triumph Convey him fairely to the King He fought it fairely Dor. What youth was that whom you bestrid my Lord And sav'd from all our swords to day Was he not of the Enemy Bre. It may be so Str. The Governors Son Fresolin his Mistris brother In Dorans eâ—â—e Br. No matter who 'T is pitty the rough hand Of warre should early courages destroy Before they bud and shew themselves i' th' heate Of Action Mar. I threw my Lord a youth upon a banke Which seeking after the retreate I found Dead and a woman the pretty daughter Of the Forrester Lucillia Bre. See see Doran A sad experiment Woman 's the cowardly'st and coldest thing The world brings forth Yet Love as fire works water Makes it boyle o're and doe things contrary To'ts proper nature I should shed a teare Could I tell how Ah poore Lucilia Thou didst for me what did as ill become thee Pray see her gently bury'd Boy send the Surgeon to the Tent I bleed What lowsie Cottages th' ave given our soules Each petty storme shakes them into disorder And 't costs more paines to patch them up agen Then they are worth by much I 'm weary of The Tenement Exeunt Enter Villanor Grainevert Marinell and Stratheman Gra. Villanor welcome welcome whence camest thou Vil. Looke I weare the Kings high way still on my boots Gra. A pretty riding phrase and how and how Ladies cheap Vil. Faith reasonable Those toyes were never deare thou know'st A little time and industry they 'l cost But in good faith not much some few there are That set themselves at mighty rates Gra. Which we o' th' wise passe by As things o're-valued in the market Is 't not so Vil. Y'have said Sir Harke you your friend the Rivals married Has obtain'd the long lov'd Lady and is such an asse after 't Gra. Hum. 'T is ever so The motions of married people are as of Other naturals violent Gentlemen to the place And calme in it Mar. We know this too and yet we must be fooling Gra. Faith women are the baggage of life They are troublesome and hinder us In the great march and yet we cannot Be without ' em Mar. You speake very well And Souldier-like Grain What thou art a wit too I warrant In our absence Vil. Hum no no a poore pretender A Candidate or so ' gainst the next Sessions Wit enough to laugh at you here Gra. Like enough valour's a crime The wise have still reproâ—â—hed unto the valiant And the foolâ—s too Vil. Râ— lleriâ— a part Grâ—invert What accommodations shall we finde here Gra. Cleane straw sweet-heart and meat When thou canst get it Vil. Hum straw Gra. Yes That 's all will be betwixt Incest You and your mother earth must lye together V. Prethee let 's be serious will this last How goes affaires G. Well V. But well G. Faith 't is now upon the turning of the ballance A most equall businesse betwixt Rebellion And Loyaltie V. What doest meane G. Why which shall be the vertue and which the vice V. How the Divell can that be G. Oh successe is a rare paint hides all the uglines V. Prethee what 's the quarrell G. Nay for that excuse us Aske the children of peace They have the leisure to study it We know nothing of it Liberty they say V. 'Sfoot let the King make an Act That any man may be unmarried agen There 's liberty for them A race Of half-witted fellowes quarrell about freedome And all that while allow the bonds of Matrimony G. You speake very well Sir Enter King Lords Brennoralt M. Soft the King and Councell G. Looke they follow after like tyred spannels Quest sometimes for company that is concurre And that 's their busines M. They are as weary of this sport As a young unthrift of 's land Any bargaine to be rid on 't V. Can you blame them Who 's that M. Brennoralt our brave Coronell A discontent but what of that who is not V. His face speaks him one G. Thou art i' th' right He looks still as if he were saying to Fortune Huswife goe about your busines Come let 's retire to Barathens Tent. Taste a bottle and speake bold truths That 's our way now Ex. Manet King and Lords Mies Thinke not of pardon Sir Rigor and mercy us'd in States uncertainly And in ill times looke not like th' effects Of vertue but necessity Nor will They thanke your goodnes but your feares Melid. My Lords Revenge in Princes should be still imperfect It is then handsom'st when the King comes to Reduce not Ruine Bre. Who puts but on the face of punishing And only gently cuts but prunes rebellion He makes that flourish which he would destroy Who would not be a Rebell when the hopes Are vaste the feares but small Mel. Why I would not Nor you my Lord nor you nor any here Feare keeps low spirits only in the brave Doe get above it when they doe resolve Such punishments in infancy of warre Make men more desperate not the more yeelding The common people are a kind of flyes They 're caught with honey not with wormewood Sir Severity exasp'rates the stirr'd humour And State distempers turnes into diseases Bre. The gods forbid great Polands State should be Such as it dares not take right Physick Quarter To Rebels Sir when you give that to them Give that to me which they deserve I would Not live to see it 3 Lord. Turne o're your owne and other Chronicles And you shall finde great Sir That nothing makes a Civill warre long liv'd But ransome and returning backe the brands Which unextinct kindled still fiercer fires Mies Mercy bestow'd on those that doe dispute With swords do's loose the Angels face it has And is not mercy Sir but policie With a weake vizard on King Y' have met my thoughts My Lords nor will it need larger debate To morrow in the sight of the besiedg'd The Rebell dyes Miesla 't is your care The mercy of Heav'n may be offended so That it cannot forgive Mortals much more Which is not infinite my Lords Exeunt Enter Iphigene Almerin as in prison Iph. O Almarin would we had never knowne The ruffle of the world but were againe By Stolden banks in happy solitude When thou and I Shepheard and Shepheardesse So oft by turnes as often still have wisht That we as eas'ly could have chang'd our sex As clothes but alas all those innocent joyes Like glorious Mornings are retir'd into Darke sullen clouds before we
Madam Fran. I see I do disturbe you and enter upon secrets Which when I know I cannot serve you in them Iphi. Oh most of any You are the cause of all Fran. I my Lord Iphi. You Madam you alone Fran. Alas that 't is too soone to understand Iphi. Must not you marry Almerin Fran. They tell me 't is design'd Iphi. If he have you I am for ever lost Fran. Lost The Heavens forbid they should designe so ill Or when they shall that I should be the cause Iphi. Ha! her eyes are strangely kind Shee prompts me excellently Stars be propitious and I am safe A way I not expected Fran. His passion labours for vent Iphi. Is there a hope you will not give your selfe To Almerin Fran. My Lord this ayre is common The walkes within are pleasanter Exit Iphi. Invitation God of desires be kind and fill me now With language such thou lend'st thy Favourites When thou wouldst give them easie victories And I forgive thee all thy cruelties Exit after Enter Pallatine of Trock Menseck Almerin Brennoralt Lords Mens Consider too that those Who are necessiated to use violence Have first been violent by necessity Pall. But still you judge not right Of the Prerogative For oft it stands With Pow'r and Law as with our Faith and Reason It is not all against that is above my Lord. 2. Lord. You Lithuanians had of all least reason For would the King be unjust to you he cannot Where there 's so little to be had Almer Where there is least there 's liberty my Lord. And 't is more injurie to pull haires From the bald then from the bushy heads They go off talking Trock puls Brennoralt Pall. of Tro. Brennoralt a word My Lord the world hath cast its eye upon you And mark'd you out one of the formost men Y'have busied fame the eareliest of any And send her still on errands Much of the bravery of your nation Has taken up it's lodging in you And gallant men but coppy from you Bren. 'T is goodly language this what would it meane Pall. of Tro. The Lithuanians wish you well and wonder So much desert should be so ill rewarded Bren. Good Pall. While all the guifts the Crown is Mistris of Are plac'd upon the empty Bren. Still I take yon not P. Then to be plaine our Army would be proud of you Pay the neglected scores of merit double All that you hold here of command and what Your fortune in this Sigismund has suff er'd Repaire and make it fairer then at first Bren. How Then nothing Lord trifle below ill language How came it in thy heart to tempt my honour Pall. My Lord Bren. Do'st thinke ' cause I am angry With the King and State sometimes I am fallen out with vertue and my selfe Draw draw or by goodnesse P What meanes your Lordship Bren. Draw I say He that would thinke me a villaine is one And I do weare this toy to purge the world Ent. K of Pal. Lords Melid. Miesla Of such Th'have sav'd thee wert thou good natur'd Thou wouldst love the King the better during life K. If they be just they call for gracious answers Speedy how e're we promise They all kisle the Kings hand All. Long live great Sigismond Bren. The Lithuanians Sir Are of the wilder sort of creatures must Be rid with Cavilons and with harsh curbs And since the war can only make them tride What can be used but swords where men have fal'ne From not respecting Royalty unto A liberty of offending it what though Their numbers possibly equall yours Sir And now forc't by necessity like Catts In narrow roomes they fly up in your face Thinke you Rebellion and Loyalty Are empty names and that in Subjects hearts They don't both give and take away the courage Shall we beleeve there is no difference In good and bad that there 's no punishment Or no protection forbid it Heaven If when great Polands honour safety too Hangs in dispute we should not draw our Swords Why were we ever taught to weare 'em Sir Mi. This late commotion in your Kingdom Sir Is like a growing Wen upon the face Which as we cannot looke one but with trouble So take 't away we cannot but with danger War there hath foulest facâ— and I most feare it Where the pretence is fair'st Religion And Liberty most specious names â—hey urge Which like the Bils of subtle Mountebankes Fill'd with great promises of curing all Though by the wise Pass'd by unread as common cosenage Yet By th' unknowing multitude they 're still Admir'd and flock't unto K. Is there no way To disabuse them Melid All is now too late ` The vulgar in Religion are like Unknown Lands those that first possesse them have them Then Sir consider justnesse of Cause is nothing When things are risen to the point they are 'T is either not examin'd or beleev'd Among the Warlike The better cause the Grecians had of Yore Yet were the Gods themselves divided in 't And the foule ravisher found as good protection As the much injur'd husband Nor are you Sir assur'd of all behinde you For though your Person in your Subjects hearts Stands highly honour'd and belov'd yet are There certaine Acts of State which men call grievances Abroad and though they bare them in the times Of peace yet will they now perchance seeke to Be free and throw them off For know Dread Sir The Common People are much like the Sea That suffers things to fall and sinke unto The bottome in a Calme which in a Storme Stird and inraged it lifts and does keep up Then Time distempers cures more safely Sir Then Physick does or instant letting-bloud Religion now is a young Mistris there For which each man will fight and dye at least Let it alone a while and 't will become A kind of marry'd wife people will be Content to live with it in quietnesse If that at least may be my voyce is therefore Sir For Peace Mies Were Sir the question simply War or Peace It were no more then shortly to be askt Whether we would be well or ill Since War the sicknesse of the Kingdome is And Peace the health But here I do conceive 'T will rather lye whether we had not better Endure sharpe sicknesse for a time to enjoy A perfect strength then have it languish on us For Peace and War in an incestuous line Have still begot each other Those men that highly now have broke all Lawes The great one only 't is 'twixt man and man What safety can they promise though you give it Will they not still suspect and justly too That all those civill bonds new made should be Broken againe to them so being still In feares and jealousies themselves they must Infect the People For in such a case The private safety is the publike trouble Nor will they ever want Praetext Since he That will maintaine it with his Sword hee 's iniur'd May say 't at any
flame with constancy Fran. If the discovery will ease your thoughts My Lord know Almerin is as the man I never saw Bren. You doe not marry then Condemned men thus heare and thus receive Repreeves One question more and I am gone Is there to latitude of eternity A hope for Brennoralt Fran. My Lord Bren. Have I a place at all When you doe thinke of men Fran. My Lord a high one I must be singular did I not value you The world does set great rates upon you And you have first deserv'd them Bren. Is this all Fran. All. Bren. Oh be lesse kinde or kinder Give me more pity or more cruelty Francelia I cannot live with this nor die Fran. I feare my Lord You must not hope beyond it Bren. Not hope This sure is not the body to views himselfe This soule it was mistaken shufled in Through haste Why else should that have so much love And this want lovelinesse to make that love Receiv'd I will raise honour to a point It never was do things studies Of such a vertuous greatnesse she shall love me She shall I will deserve her though I have her not There 's something yet in that Madam wilt please you pardon my offence Oh Fates That I must call thus my affection Fran. I will doe any thing so you will thinke Of me and of your selfe my Lord and how Your stay indangers both Bren. Alas Your pardon is more necessary to My life then life to me but I am gone Blessings such as my wishes for you in Their extasies could never reach fall on you May ev'ry thing contribute to preserve That exc'lence my destruction till 't meet joyes In love great as the torments I have in 't Exit ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter Brennoralt Bren. VVHy so 't is well Fortune I thanke thee still I dare not call thee villaine neither 'T was plotted from the first That 's certaine it looks that way Hum caught in a trap Here 's something yet to trust to To his sword This was the entry these the staires But whether afterwards He that is sure to perish on the land May quit the nicetie of Card and Compasse And safe to his discretion put to Sea He shall have my hand to 't Exit Enter Raguelin Orilla the waiting-woman Ra. Looke By this light 't is day Oril. Not by this by t' other 't is indeed Ra. Thou art such another peece of temptation My Lord raves by this time A hundred to one the Centinells Will discover us too Then I doe pay for night-watch Oril. Fie upon thee Thou art as fearfull as a young colt Boglest at every thing foole As if Lovers had considered houres I 'le peep in she peeps Ra. I am as weary of this wench As if I were married to her She hangs upon me like an Ape upon a horse She 's as common too as a Barbers glasse Conscienc't too like a Dy-dapper Orilla there 's no body within My Lady sleeps this houre at least Ra. Good the Divel 's even with me Not be an honest man neither Enter Bren. a guard What course now S. Nay Sir we shall order you now Bren. Dogges Enter Fresolin Fres What tumult 's this ha Brennoralt 't is he In spite of his disguise what makes he here Hee 's lost for ever if he be discover'd How now companions why doe you use my friend thus S. Your friend my Lord if he be your friend H 'as us'd us as ill H' has plaid the Divell amongst us Six of our men are Surgeons worke this moneth We found him climbing the walls 2 S. He had no word neither Nor any language but a blow Fres You will be doing these wilde things my Lord Good faith y' are too blame if y' had desir'd To view the walls or Trenches 't was but Speaking we are not nice I would my selfe have waited on you Th' are the new out-workes you would see perchance Boy bring me blacke Tempest round about And the gray Barbary a Trumpet come along too My Lord wee 'l take the neerer way And privater here through the Sally-Port Bre. What a Divell is this sure I dreame Exeunt S. Now you are so officious Manet Sold. 2 S. Death could I guesse he was a friend S. 'T was ever to be thought How should he come there else 2 S. Friend or no friend he might have left us Something to pay the Surgeon with Grant me that or I le beat you to 't Exeunt Enter Fresolin and Brennoralt Fres Brennoralt start not I pay thee backe a life I owe thee And blesse my Starres they gave me power to do 't The debt lay heavy on me A horse waits you there a Trumpet too Which you may keep least he should prate No Ceremony 't is dangerous Bren. Thou hast astonish't me Thy youth hath triumph'd in one single act O're all the age can boast and I will stay To tell thee so were they now firing all Their Cannons on me farewell gallant Fresolin And may reward great as thy vertue crowne thee Exeunt diverse wayes Enter Iphigene Francelia Fran. A peace will come And then you must be gone And whither when you once are got upon the wing You will not stoop to what shall rise Before ye flye to some lure With more temptation garnisht is a sad question Iph. Can you have doubts and I not my feares By this the readiest and the sweetest oath I sweare I cannot so secure my selfe of you But in my absence I shall be in paine I have cast up what it will be to stand The Governors anger and which is more hard The love of Almerin I hold thee now but by thy owne free grant A slight securitie alas it may fall out Giving thy selfe not knowing thine owne worth Or want of mine thou mayst like Kings deceiv'd Resume the gift on better knowledge backe Fran. If I so eas'ly change I was not worth your love And by the losse you ' l gaine Iph. But when y' are irrecoverably gone 'T will be slight comfort to perswade my selfe You had a fault when all that fault must be But want of love to me and that agen Finde in my much defect so much excuse That it will have no worse name Then discretion if inconcern'd doe Cast it up I must have more assurance Franc. You have too much already And sure my Lord you wonder while I blush At such a growth in young affections Iphi Why should I wonder Madam Love that from two breasts sucks Must of a child quickly become a Giant Dunces in love stay at the Alphabet Th' inspir'd know all before Enter waiting woman And doe begin still higher Woman Madam Almerin returned has sent to kisse Your hands I told him you were busie Franc. Must I my Lord be busy I may be civill though not kind Tell him I wait him in the Gallery Iphi. May I not kisse your hand this night Whisper Franc. The world is full of jealous eyes
I must confesse my Lord had but the Princes ills Prov'd sleight and not thus dangerous Hee should have ow'd to me at least I would Have laid a claime unto his safetie and Like Physicians that doe challenge right In Natures cures look'd for reward and thanks But since 't was otherwise I thought it best To save my selfe and then to save the State Ari. 'T was wisely done Zir. Safely I 'me sure my Lord you know 't is not Our custome where the Kings dislike once swells to hate There to ingage our selves Court friendship Is a Cable that in stormes is ever cut And I made bold with it here is the warrant seal'd And for the execution of it if you thinke We are not strong enough we may have Iolas for him the King did name Ari. And him I would have named Zir. But is hee not too much the Prince's Sir Ari. Hee is as lights in Sceanes at Masques What glorious shew so e're he makes without I that set him there know why and how Enter Jolas But here he is Come Jolas and since the Heav'ns decreed The man whom thou should'st envie should be such That all men else must doo 't be not asham'd Thou once wert guiltie of it But blesse them that they give thee now a meanes To make a friendship with him and vouchsafe To find thee out a way to love where well Thou couldst not hate Jol. What meanes my Lord Ari. Here here he stands that has preserv'd us all That sacrific'd unto a publique good The dearest private good we mortalls have Friendship gave into our armes the Prince When nothing but the sword perchance a ruine Was left to doe it Iol. How could I chide my love and my ambition now That thrust me upon such a quarrell here I doe vow Zir. Hold doe not vow my Lord let it deserve it first And yet if Heav'n blesse honest mens intents 'T is not Impossible My Lord you will be pleas'd to informe him in particulars I must be gone The King I feare already has been left Too long alone Ari. Stay the houre and place Zir. Eleven under the Tarras walke I will not faile you there Goes out returns back again I had forgot 'T may be the small remainder of those lost men That were of the conspiracie will come along with him 'T were best to have some chosen of the Guard Within our call Exit Ziriff Ari. Honest and carefull Ziriff Jolas stands musing How now Planet strooke Iol. This Ziriff will grow great with all the world Ari. Shallow man short â—â—ghteder than Travellers in mists Or women that outlive themselves do'st thou not see That whil'st hee does prepare a Tombe with one hand For his friend he digs a Grave with th' other for himselfe Iol. How so Ari. Do'st thinke hee shall not feele the weight of this As well as poore Thersames Iol. Shall wee then kill him too at the same instant Ari. And say the Prince made an unluckie thrust Iol. Right Ari. Dull dull he must not dye so uselesly As when we wipe off filth from any place We throw away the thing that made it cleane So this once done hee 's gone Thou know'st the People love the Prince to their rage Something the State must offer up who fitter Than thy rivall and my enemy Iol. Rare our witnesse will be taken Ari. Pish let me alone The Giants that made mountaines ladders And thought to take great Iove by force were fooles Not hill on hill but plot on plot does make Us sit above and laugh at all below us Exeunt Enter Aglaura and a Singing Boy Boy Madam 't will make you melancholly I 'le sing the Prince's Song that 's sad enough Agl. What you will Sir SONG NO no faire Heretique it needs must bee But an ill Love in mee And worse for thee For were it in my Power To love thee now this hower More than I did the last I would then so fall I might not Love at all Love that can flow and can admit increase Admitts as well an Ebb and may grow lesse 2 True Love is stil the same the torrid Zones And those more frigid ones It must not know For Love growne cold or hot Is Lust or Friendship not The thing wee have For that 's a flame would die Held downe or up to high Then think I love more than I can expresse And would love more could I but love thee lesse Agl. Leave mee for to a Soule so out of Tune As mine is now nothing is harmony When once the maine-spring Hope is falne into Disorder no wonder if the lesser wheeles Desire and Ioy stand still my thoughts like Bees When they have lost their King wander Confusedly up and downe and settle no where Enter Orithie Orithie flie flie the roome As thou would'st shun the habitations Which Spirits haunt or where thy nearer friends Walk after death here is not only Love But Loves plague too misfortune and so high That it is sure infectious Ori. Madam so much more miserable am I this way than you That should I pitie you I should forget my selfe My sufferings are such that with lesse patience You may indure your owne than give mine Audience There is that difference that you may make Yours none at all but by considering mine Agl. O speake them quickly then the marriage day To Passionate Lovers never was more welcome Than any kinde of ease would be to mee now Ori. Could they be spoke they wre not then so great I love and dare not say I love dare not hope What I desire yet still too must desire And like a starving man brought to a feast And made say grace to what he nere shall taste Be thankfull after all and kisse the hand That made the wound thus deepe Agl. 'T is hard indeed but with what unjust scales Thou took'st the weight of our mis-fortunes Be thine owne Judge now Thou mourn'st for losse of that thou never hadst Or if thou hadst a losse it never was Of a Thersames Would'st thou not thinke a Merchant mad Orithie If thou shouldst see him weepe and teare his haire Because hee brought not both the Indies home And wouldst not thinke his sorrowes very just If having fraught his ship with some rich Treasure Hee sunke i' th' very Port This is our case Ori. And doe you thinke there is such odds in it Would Heaven we women could as easily change Our fortunes as 't is said we can our minds I cannot Madam thinke them miserable That have the Princes Love Agl. Hee is the man then Blush not Orithie 't is a sinne to blush For loving him though none at all to love him I can admit of rivalship without A jealousie nay shall be glad of it Wee two will sit and thinke and think and sigh And sigh and talke of love and of Thersames Thou shalt be praising of his wit while I Admire he governes it so well Like this thing said thus th'