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A33611	A chain of golden poems embellished with wit, mirth, and eloquence : together with two most excellent comedies, (viz.) The obstinate lady, and Trappolin suppos'd a prince / written by Sr Aston Cokayn.; Chain of golden poems	Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Obstinate lady.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Trappolin creduto principe.	1658 (1658)	Wing C4894; ESTC R20860	211,316	545

Fletchers chief bosome-friend inform'd me so Ith'next impression therefore justice do And print their old ones in one volume too For Beaumonts works Fletchers should come forth With all the right belonging to their worth 54. To my much honoured Cousin Sir Francis Burdet Baronet The honest Poet Michael Drayton I Must ever honour for your Amity He brought us first acquainted which good turn Made me to fix an Elegie on 's urn Else I might well have spar'd my humble stuffe His own sweet Muse renowning him enough In Warwick-shire your house and mine stand neer I therefore wish we both were setled there So we might often meet and I thereby Your excel'nt conversation oft enjoy What good should you get by it truly none The profit would acrue to me alone 55. To Mrs. Anne Gregson of Ashburn Y' are good and great and had you had some itch For wealth and married God be here had been rich But money you contemn'd it doth appear Content to live a widdow by good Beer 56. To my sweet Cousin Mrs. Isabella Milward Your noble father Sir Iohn Zouch when you Was very young occasion'd you to view Virginia took you thither where some years You spent till you had moistned with your tears His and your eldest sister Katharine's Tombe Interr'd so far from Codnor their old home After so sad a loss you thought it time To return back unto your native clime Where your by all men honour'd husband found A richer Prize then all the spacious ground Known by Vesputius surname ere did give And may you long together happy live 57. An Epitaph on King Arthur Arthur our Worthy whose grand fame in war Shall evermore load Fames triumphant Car This Marble covers nobler dust then those For whom the Pyramids of Egypt rose Had but his life reacht out to his intent Queen Artemisia's wondrous Monument Had been his Sepulchre and not his tombe His merits would have rose to such a summe Nothing but treason foul could periodize The Progress in his Saxon victories And Glassenbury Abbey loudly boasts That it contains the Terrour of their Hoasts 58. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth of France Forbear thy rude approch bold Passenger Henry the Great the fourth of France lies here His claim unto that Crown he knew so right That he for it unarm'd did often fight The sword of Mars Minerva's Lance and Gun Of Mulciber fear never made him shun Cover'd with fire and bullets by his Foes He wore them not as Terrours but his clothes What Spain France and the League could not command With their united force a murtherers hand Did perpetrate Ravilliac struck him from The top of all his Glories to his Tombe As the bright Sun throughout our Hemisphere His course being finished sets full and clear And the next morn again doth beauteous rise And with his beams decks both the earth and skies So he after a life triumphant led Did bid the world adieu and here lies dead And when the last day comes return'd from dust Shall glorious rise and live among the Just 59. Of Fame Fame 's a strange Good and a strange Evil that Doth often give too much and oft detract And sometimes justice doth and hits the Mean Avoiding each extravagant Extream Let us precisely to our duties stick And Fames worst malice shal not wound to th' quick Or if it gives us that which is above Our merits why such flatteries should we love Doth Fame the virtuous right 't is well We shall Else each have's due after his funeral 60. An Epitaph on Mr. Ralph Fitzherbert who dyed at Ashby de la Zouch about the 22 year of his age and lies there buried Cornet Fitzherbert who in many a Fight Lord Loughboroughs Colours bore in the Kings right Lies here inter'd His skill in Musick gone And his good parts all cover'd with this stone He was too brave to find an Enemy To kill him and therefore in 's bed did dye Yet was he young and virtuous but alas On youth and virtue death no pity has Learn therefore Reader that no humane state Is safe and alwayes live prepar'd for Fate 61. Of Death Once born the best must dye why therefore then Should Death inflict such terror on us men Faint-hearted souls they are that fear to run The common Path which there 's no hope to shun A Life to Heaven and Earth in justice led Will give us leave to live in no such Dread They that so pass their dayes the world shall find That they a fair Report do leave behind When those that otherwise do wast their Times Shall fill Posterities mouthes with their foul crimes 62. To Mris. Katharin Pegge my wives eldest sister Although this age is against Crosses set I cannot quit me of my Crosses yet But welcome any Cross that comes we say It may be for our goods another day So let us ever to the Powers divine Our selves and what belongs to us resign That no Prosperity may be allow'd So to exalt our mindes to make us proud And no Adversity deject us so But patiently we may it undergo Then let our Crosses go or Crosses come Whilest we can say the will of Haaven be done 63. Of Cambridge and Oxford Cambridge one doth commend Oxford another And would have one prefer'd above the other VVhen they are best term'd equals And no other Such Foreign Place comes near the one or th' other This my opinion is who would an other May leave to trouble me and ask another 64. To Mrs. Elizabeth Nevil my wives youngest sister If you at Westow-Lodge do live I there Do often wish my self to be so near My mother Cambridge If at Holt you live In Leicestershire I there my self would give The Pleasures of that gallant Seat whose sight Affords fine Prospects various in delight Or if you live at Cressing Temple then Thither my wish transporteth me age● Colchester Oysters and Sea-fish invite Thither ofttimes my longing appetite But pardon me these vanities above All these I your sweet conversation love And your good husbands noble Company Those things I talk'd of but would these enjoy 65. To Parson Dulman Your zealous Ignorance doth oft dispraise Our Poets whatsoever that write Playes So small a pittance you of learning have Their worst of Playes doth all your works outbrave And I your zealous ignorance dispraise Telling you fam'd Nick Machiavil writ Playes But you to write a Play think an offence Is it not worse to preach so much nonsence 66. To Mrs Francis Shalcross and Mrs. Julia Boteler my Niece on their wedding night To bed fair bride your happy groom Full of desire doth long to come Now lye down by her in a trice Your Genial bed's a Paradise Though she 's to lose you are to get Her Zone unti'd untiddles it You need not any sweet forbear Both moving in your proper sphere I need not wish you joy you have What Heaven can give or Lovers crave But truely wish unto this

make it Pol. Think of my will I give you time Exeunt all but Rosinda Rosin They have hard fortune which the Gods remove That where they cannot are compel'd to love I woo'd she had Carionil I esteem not the ancient Enmity Between the families Enter Phyginois Now Draculemion how do you Phy. At your beck and in good health brave sparks of generosity Ros I must needs attend my Lord otherwise We would have had one pint together Phyg Thou art a joviall Lad. Farewell Ex. Rosin O my Nentis thou art a worthy Andromache and dost deserve Hector the couragious Trojan Wagg Enter Philander Phil. They are not here Phyg I must to my trick agen Divine Apollo and the Muses nine Can ye behold his ruine unto whom Ye have vouchsafed sacred Poesie Or see him sleep under a hedge i' th field Who hath so often on Parnassus lain Or seek the River for to quench his thirst Who at Boeotian Hippocrene hath Pledged Mnemosyne in full-fraught Cups Or wander bareleg'd who upon the Stage Hath acted oftentimes in Sockes and Buskins Or see him tan'd for want of an old Hat Whose Temples unto his immortal praise Ye have so richly view'd begirt with Bayes Phil. Daculemion I am glad to find thee l'●e have a speech Phyg Your VVorship shall As yet the contentious night has not exterminated Hyperion from the celestial Globe who daily useth to hawke with the firmamental Eagle and to hunt Ursa Major round about the Forrest of the skie to go to plow when he wants Corn with Taurus and when he is hungry to eat Aries and at night when he comes 'i th VVest to court the Lady Virgo to be his bedfellow whom because he cannot obtain he lashes on his horses and goes and reports his stubbornness to his friends at the Antipodes Nor as yet hath the Trumpeter Boreas blown stormy Clouds into our Horizon to deprive our eyes from the powerful radiance of his orbicular and refulgent head Nor as yet am I weary to do you service nor will be while I am able Phil. Here 's for you VVhat a wordy nothing thou hast spoken Phyg You have given me current silver for it Y' are a bountiful gallant Exit Phil. My father is my Rival and I find To him Antiphila is most inclin'd What the Fates will we never can prevent And till the end we know not their intent Exit FINIS Actus Secundi Actus Tertii Scena Prima Enter Falorus solus Fal. A Potion he hath took and is orecome By the deceitful working of 't and lies As if he had no interest in this life Lucora I have sent for that we may See how she 'l take it for by her carriage now We shall perceive if there be any hope Enter Cleanthe What will the Lady deign her presence here Cle. She will my Lord. Falo T is well Cle. And is at hand of entring Falo Prithee Anclethe bid them bring out my friend Exit Cleanthe Though once Carionil did not believe My protestations to him to relinquish All title to Lucora yet I meant it Were she a Lady farre more excellent And richer in the ornaments of Nature Did she exceed the fairest of her Sex More then fine-featur'd Mars the ugliest Satyre Were her tongue Musick and her words enchanting And her conditions gentle like a Goddess I 'de rather carry Aetna in my breast Then be disloyal to my friend farre rather Enter Cleanthe and Servants putting forth a Bel with Carionil upon it Thou art most dutiful Anclethe O Art Natures most curious imitatresse How like a body late depriv'd of life Does he lie sleeping without motion Enter Lucora and Nentis Cle. My Lord the Lady Lucora Fal. Draw back But stay you here Anclethe Exeunt Servi I thank you Lady for this favour to us Were Carionil alive he would requite it He would unto the utmost Luc. My Lord I 'me sorry that a gentleman reputed ever Most wise and voyced by a general fame To be complete and perfect in all goodness The which Carionil was should thus destroy The great opinion all the world had of him His depriving himself of his own life For that foolish affection he bare me I having often told him that he spent His service barrenly and that it would Yield him no fruit was such a weakness in him That his lives honour his deathes shame hath ruin'd Hither I came at his dying request Which his Boy told me was to have me see What my obdurateness hath urg'd him to For so he term'd it his desire is satisfi'd Were he alive agen I could not love him Si● I should love him less for the poor weakness This act accuses him of I should believe me And so my Lord I take my leave Nent Had I been his Mistris he had liv'd Aside Fal. Stay Lady Shew more respect for truly he deserv'd it Clean. But kiss his lips if you will do no more Luc. The Boy and all Clean. Speaks reason Aside Luc. His will I have accomplish'd Farewell Sir Exeunt Luco and Nent Fal. Hath she a heart or if she have what mettal or stone is it of Dost thou not think Anclethe that man happy Who 's free from all the molestations That are concomitants to affection And to the grievous bondage of a woman Cle. My Lord contingently Fal. Thy timeless inexperience doth deceive thee Believe me boy there does not live a woman Who more then complementally is my Mistris Cle. Sir you do not fear to love one of them Fal. Yes and the Gods keep me still in that fear Sure such another as Lucora put out Cupids eyes O women women Cle. Truly my Lord I do believe all Ladies Are not cruel indeed I do Fal. Thou art too young to be suspected otherwise I should think that some subtile false one had Beguil'd thy youth Nature has work'd the Potion out Cle. My Lord recovers strength Car. How i st Fal. How does my friend Car. Repeat my destiny Fal. Receive it with as calm a quietness As I deliver it your ear Privately Cle. Vouchsafe him patience O ye Gods Car. When huge-wav'd Rivers from the earths high banks Precipitate themselves into the Ocean Will stilness follow Can you think then can you I may be quiet was Iove so when the great Brood of the Earth the Giants did assay Olympus conquest Can I then a poor Dejected man be calm when all the misery The world can send it pours on me fully Aeolus run thy ventrous sword again Into the Rocks and give an Issue to The winds that they may with their irefull blasts Remove the world from off it 's stedfast hinge Or blow the Pole-Stars out and so let fall This Globe we breath on Or by whirlwinds force Both Sexes collect together and carry them In't places opposite The one into The Arctick the other the Southern Regions And let them of themselves propagate the like So womens Tyrannies can do no ill And men perform

bright eye We in the Fields are free from any Sin Against th' almighty Deities of Heaven We know no Law but natures do not tremble At Princes frowns have neither fear nor hope And are content a State the Gods exceed not You languish in a perpetuity Of thoughts as unconfin'd as are your ends You truly lavish all your faculties In getting covetous wealth which we contemn Your sleeps are starting full of dreams and fears And ours as quiet as the Barks in Calmes The youthful spring makes us our Beds of flowers And heaven-bright summer washeth us in springs As clear as any of your Mistress's eies The plenteous Autume doth enrich our Banquets With earths most curious fruits they unbought The healthful Winter doth not pain our bones For we are arm'd for cold and Heat in Nature We have no unkind loves in meads or fields That scorn our tears or slight our amorous sighes Nor are we frantick with fond jealousie The greatest curse Iove could inflict on 's Queen For all her curious search into his Life We in the woods esteem that Beast the stateliest That hath his head the richliest spread with horns The Golden Age remains with us so fam'd By your Athenian and Roman Poets Thus we enjoy what all you strive to get With all the boundless riches of your wit Lar. Satyre When I but say th' art Ignorant Thy flourishing Boast is answered at the full Sat. But I desire a larger way Lar. And take it Canst thou compare the Rags of nakedness Before the studied dressings of these times And canst thou like a cold and stony Cave Before the perfum'd Beds of Palaces Admire the Melancholie falls of waters Or whistling Musick of th' inconstant windes The chirping discords of the wanton Birds Above the Angel-voices of our Ladies And th'exquisite variety of Musick Order'd to thousand several Instruments Content to cloy thy homely Appetite With Crabs and Slows and Nuts and rude mixt herbs Before the stately Banquets of the Great How canst thou like Beasts inarticulate voices Above the Heaven-given eloquence of men Forsake the Woods fond Satyre and but try The unthought difference 'twixt them and us The Hills are fit for Beasts Converse with men And thou wilt never like thy Cause agen Sat. Thou almost dost perswade me but then I Shall leave mine old and honest Company Lar. Thy new Ones shall exceed them Her 's a Wil give thee wine as rich as is thy blood And her 's a Cook will clothe thy bones with flesh Butler As rich as was young Jason's Golden Fleece Sat. Well I will live with thee Lar. And welcome Satyre Sat. Spite of the Fates and Grecia's best Protector I 'le be Achilles and o'recome by Hector Lar. A resolution worthy thy Sylvanus Sat. But for my last Farewell unto the Woods ●'le shew you a wild Dance of nimble Satyres For we do dance as much as they that live In Princes Courts and Tissue-Palaces First Song YOU Satyres that in Woods Have frozen up your bloods Advance your selves and show What great Pan's men can do Appear Here you had need beware And move as swift as Air These are not Sylvane Swaines But Courtly Lords and Dames Sit here The Antimasque Satyres rudely but decently attired stuck with Flowers and Bayes-Chaplets on their heads come in and dance as many several Anticks and in as many several shapes as shall be necessary Being ready to depart two excellent youths in rich apparel come striving in together to whom the Lar speaks Lar. What do you mean sweet Boys to interrupt Our sports I pray you leave your wrestling thus And do not strike your skins too soft for blows 1. He would out-run me and be kist before me 2. And he leave me among these dreadful Satyres Lar. Whence come you 1. We both were left i' th woods and tempted by Such things as these to live abroad with them Lar. What would you have 1. I would go to my Father 2. And I unto my Mother Lar. Who is your Father 1. The ever honour'd Earl of Chesterfield Worthy of all his Titles by his vertues And full of Noble thoughts A great maintainer Of our great Grand-Fathers vertue Hospitality The Feeder of the poor whose Gate 's so open It doth not need the Office of a Porter Whose House is now Apollo's seat For he 's the Patron of all Arts and Wit Lar. And who is your Mother pretty One 2. She is the Countess to that Noble Lord A Lady worthy more then earth can give her Rich in those vertues make her Sex admir'd A fair exceeder of the best examples That Greek or Roman stories e're produc'd Goddess of Tame of Anchor and of Trent She 's such an one as hath none equal to her And therfore you may very easily know her Lar. I know them both and honor'd in my knowledge Sweet youth yon'd is your Father kiss his hand And that fair little One th'unequal'd Lady You asked for go and beg a kiss of her Here the Lord of the House gives his hand to his Son and the Countess kisses her Son Then the Satyre speaks to his Companions Sat. Fellows since you have done Farewel I 'le leave you And all the rural Pastimes of the woods I like this noble Company so well That I hereafter here intend to dwel The Anti-Masquers depart then the Lar Familiaris speaks to the Satyre Lar. Now Satyre I will let thee see how far The Palace-pleasures do exceed the Woods The Lar leads the Satyre to a curious bower all deckt with the best and finest flowers of the season and opens a wide entry into it where sitting upon pleasant banks full of the sweetest herbs and delicatest flowers he discovers the Masq●ers then presently invites them forth with this song 1. Second song IT is unfit we should be dumbe When beauties like to those of Heaven To grace our mirths are hither come And help to make our measures even Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 2. Now it is fit our Souls should know No thought but what is full of pleasure That we our sorrows should out-go And tread them down in every measure Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 3. 'T is mirth that raiseth up the Minde And keeps Diseases from the Heart Sports harmless never were inclin'd To cherish vice but to divert Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring Here the Grand Masquers come forth the Ladys drest like the ancient Goddesses then the Lar speaks to the Satyre Lar. Satyre sit and observe a while alone For I do mean to mix with these in Dance Here they Dance what or as many Set-dances as they please the Masquers being Men and Women or onely Women When they have danced all they intended the Lar or one of the Masquers invites the Spectator-Ladyes with this song to joyn with them

traduce an Innocence Those Crimes that are by some on others thrown Guiltlesly they do make those faults their own And the just Judge their punishment will give Due to the sins that they have slander'd with Besides his Soul he within vengeance bounds That with a truth a reputation wounds Your Friend and mine so much abus'd doth fall Under the First and not the last at all To talk of things commonly known and true No mulct from Heaven will unto us accrue But sure he of a blest Condition is That hates of any one to speak amiss That hath a merciful and candid thought And thinks all good rather then any naught Heaven by a spotless life is won and by The patient bearing of an Infamy 84. To my honest Cousins Mr. Robert Milward and Mr. Roger King You best of Friends and my best Friends that me Have many years grace'd with your Amity My lines you honour with your worthy Names A lasting Glory to my Epigrams As Princes Stamps upon base metals do Make them prove currant and of value too 85. To Sir Francis Boteler my brother in law from Ashbourn How Christmas steals upon us as in fear To be oppos'd by the bold Presbyter And how you part from us against this Time As if you thought to meet it here a Crime But oh inevitable business when Old Christmas we meant to have trick'd agen In 's long neglected usual Ornaments You have prevented it by going hence So your Departure we accuse to be Guilty by chance of an Impietie Tom Hurt Will Taylour and my self shall mourn Till you recover our joy by your return 86. To the right Honourable Henry Lord Hastings Baron of Loughborough My Lord when in my youth I for some while Did leave the pleasures of our native Isle And travel'd France and Italy I spent Methought my Time in a most high content And was so far from longing to return That I when I was sent for home did mourn And doubtless you are pleas'd who now enjoy A Calme after a storme of jeopardy Homer his Iliads might have writ of you And as our fear prompts his Odysses too But we will hope the best and that you may As er'st Ulysses to his Ithaca Return to England all those tumults past And finde it crown'd with happy dayes at last Be reconcil'd to every own and know Among so many Friends no single foe 87. To my Noble Cousin Mr. Henry Hastings of Branston Sir since our first acquaintance ever through Our Friendship with the Noble Loughborough What tumults have we seen and dangers past Such as in graves have many thousands cast And yet we live thanks to the Powers Divine And love I thank your Friendship gracing mine I needes must say such troubles disagree Both with my Genius as well as me Though Poets often sing of Wars and with A mighty verse an Eccho seem to give To the shrill Trumpet or the loudest Gun That thunder rores and spreads destruction Yet in a sweet retreat from care and noise They draw those lines that make those Sympathies And though I am no Poet I confess I am enamour'd much of Quietness 88. To the right honourable Charles Lord Cokaine Viscount Cullen My Lord you have an honest Heart and known To be of a most sweet Condition A Grace unto our Family and Name And every where of a most candid Fame This is a truth but lest you should suppose If I proceed I flatter'd here I close 89. An Epitaph on my worthy Cousin German Colonel Michael Stanhope slain at Willoughbie-Fight and lyes buried in the Church there Here Michael Stanhope lies who fought and dy'd When prosp'rous fortune left the Regal side He of a dauntless minde by all was known And of a Noble disposition Yet his conditions and his valiant Heart Could not prevail with Death to stay his Dart For here he lies and doth by 's Fall express Great Courages do often want Success 90. An Epitaph on my dear Cousin German Mrs. Olive Cotton Passenger stay and notice take of her Whom this Sepulchral marble doth inter For Sir Stanhope's Daughter and his Heir By his first wife a Berisfor'd lies here Her Husband of a Noble house was one Every where for his worthes belov'd and known One onely Son she left whom we presage A grace t' his family and to our age She was too good to live and young to die Yet stay'd not to dispute with destinie But soon as she receiv'd the summons given Sent her fair Soul to wait on God in Heaven Here what was mortal of her turns to dust To rise a Glorious Body with the just Now thou may'st go But take along with thee To guide thy Life and Death her Memory 91. To my Cousin German Mr. John Stanhope of Elveston When in an Epigram I did salute Your other brothers and of you was mute The reason was because I did not know Whether that then you were alive or no. Your safety I congratulate and wish You a long Life of as long happiness This Tribute of my Love to you I give Under the Honour of your Name to live 92. Of Caesar and Cleopatra Great Caesars vaunt is known to all who said That he did come look't on and conquered But when to Egypt he did come from Rome And saw the Queen he then was overcome But to prove rather he was not beguil'd Her he o'recame for he got her with childe 93. An Epitaph on my most honour'd Kinsman Colonel Ralph Sneyd who dy'd in the Isle of Man about the 40th year of his Age. Here lyes a body that gave Lodging to A Soul as noble as the world did know It was well-organ'd handsome manly and Of equal structure to the best o' th Land Yet was unworthy of the Soul was given And therefore dy'd cause that fled back to Heaven Here Colonel Ralph Sneyd doth lie In brief The joy of mankind living now the grief 94. Of Slander To speak too well of thousands safer is Then of one single Person once amiss Happy is he therefore whose wary tongue Wisely refrains to do another wrong 95. To Elveston a Town in Darbyshire Dear Elveston that art a grace Unto the Shire where I was born And Elveston that art the Place Where first I did salute the Morn The noble Stanhopes are thy praise Whom thou afford'st a birth and Urne And may they flourish there always Till th' world to Chaos doth return 96. Of Venice Translated out of Sannazarius Viderat Adriacis Venctam Neptunus in undis Stare urbem toti ponere jura mari Nunc mihi Tarpejas quantum vis Jupiter arces Ob●ice illa tui maenia Martis ait Si pelago Tibrim praefers urbem aspice utramque Illam homines dices hanc posuisse Deos. Englished In Adriatick Waters Neptune saw Venice that layes on the whole Sea a Law Object Tarpejan Towers Jove whil'st thou wilt He said and walls by thy Mars Off-spring built Prefer'st thou Tyber view

is past thy redress Yet I do thank thee for thy love unto me Enter Rosinda Cle. My Lord a servant of my Lord Polidacres Car. Tandorix what news Ros The Lady Lucora commanded me to deliver this Paper to you Car. T is most welcome would my heart could read it Ros I wish he had my daughter for he 's a noble gentleman Aside My Lord command you me any service Car. Onely my dear respects unto the Lady that sent you Ros Farewel Anclethe Exit Rosinda Car. The Letter SIR I am sorry that against my use I cannot answer you more civilly but I am blameless The fault being in your foolish passion and not my desire If in fairer terms you should receive my reply I am sure you would think it some beginning of love to you according to your desire I have none and I wish your love was so as mine so we might be friends yet I love you as a Gentleman of my acquaintance but if any more you rouble me with letters or courting I will hate you So I end Her own Lucora ●er own Lucora I cannot now conceive This Lady of a humane nature sure A woman cannot have so harsh a mind So I end what will she end so alwaies O then that I might end even now that all The sorrow that possesseth my whole body ●n every member would mutiny against My heart that so I might die speedily s it not miraculously strange that this ●oor microcosme this little body should Contain all the sorrow this great world can nflict upon it and not sink beneath o huge a burthen one hill does overcome The strugling of Enceladus a Giant And yet I stand I live what am I of Lucora's temper impregnable oh oh oh Cle. Alas my Master good my Lord collect Your strength and be not thus effeminate Car. I 'me manly boy for women cannot tell What thing affliction is their stony hearts Relent so little at it in their lovers Oh! I shall never have her now I give Liberty to a just despaire to wrack me And it must ever do so What a Chaos Of misery is an unfortunate Lover Cle. I pray you Sir put off this vehemency of passion she will relent Car. Never whil'st I live Cle. She will indeed I know she will Car. Woo'd she would love me after I am dead for her It were some happiness to think that Anclethe Cle. I doubt not but she will shortly be yours my Lord And weep for joy to hear me make relation Of this same violent passion you are in now Car. Thou art a good boy but this Lady O my heart Could sitting down in Cassiopeia's chair And kicking proud Arctophylax from the skie Could stopping the Septentrian sevenfold teame And putting out the starry Eagles eies Could swimming violently up those Rocks From which the Memphian Nilus tumbles down Could the compelling of rash Phaetons Sire To change his course and run from north to South Could the adventuring to undertake A journey through Affrickes dread'st wilderness When the Aeolians do loudest breath And vale the Sun with sandy mountains height Enforce her to repent the Tragedy By these attempts drawn on me she should find What truth of love was in her servants mind Clea. Keep back his hands O heavens from violent deeds Let him not offer injury against His own dear life Car. I have pratled too much but I ha done No longer shall my happiness be delaid Nor the displeased destinies any more Jeer the sad depth of wretchedness I live in Thus Here I fall her cruel sacrifice Clea. Hold for heavens sake hold Car. T is too late to prevent Patience Anclethe commend me to Lucora That Angel beauty without Angel pity Tell her my wofull story how ere since Thou knew'st me I have languished for her That I have spent whole nights in tears and sighes What days in solitude to think of her That I did suffer her unkindness while I had a dram of patience left within me Tell her how her most cruel letter rais'd A despair higher then my strength and that Under her strange unkindness I am faln Weep not Anclethe I am faint struck dumb Fly passionate soul into Elizium He faints Cle. O my dear Lord brave young Carionil I 'le wash thy wound with tears stop it with sighes Unkindest day that ever wore the sun Thou art accurst for giving light unto His hand to guide it to an act so much Beneath manhood O me I am undone What now will my disguise avail me Foolish sister Lucora O ye heavens Where lies our difference are we not the same By birth on both sides of one sex sure nature Degenerates against it self or this Untimely O ye Gods I dare not name it Nor will I believe it he is alive So suddenly the world cannot be ruin'd Which is if he be lost all vertue gone All valour piety and every thing Mortality can boast of My Lord noble Carionil he doth not hear me alas I am for ever most desolate of women Injurious heart-strings break why do you tie Me to a life millions of degrees more lothsome Then the forgetful sepulchre of death Would some commiserating benevolent star Which carries fate in 't would in pitty to My misery take me from it for love he Lies here this bemoaned spectacle and shall My passion be undervalued tears nor sighes Nor Dirges sung by me eternally Can parallel our loves at full 't must be The same way and it shall the same blade Shall be the instrument and I receive it Tragediously here on my knees wood some Kind body would interr us in one tomb Be firm my hand and bold Fal. Anclethe Enter Falorus Cle. My Lord Carionil cals is●t you then Fal. But I must hold you and bereave your hand Cle. And you may also die your friend is slain My noble Lord Carionil is dead The paper in his left hand yet that brought His reason into such subjection That he even frantickly did stab himself Fal. I will extend my life till I have read it He reads the Letter This Lady is a rough blown sea on which His worthy life has foully suffer'd shipwrack I have her not Mercury pleading in her defence With Oratory able to stint Ioves wrath When he has bespoke thunderbolts of the Cyclops To wreak some injury should ever win me To her bed Polidacre mew her up Like Danae in a brazen fort or else Make her to answer with her life this murther She 's accessary to proud piece of vanity I do want words to give my thoughts expression So much I hate her Prithee Anclethe pardon My injury against thy rest for holding Thee in a life so loth'd as this is to thee I le lead thee Car. Oh oh Cle. Withhold awhile my Lord he groans Car. Thou art the cause Lucora and I must not I blame thee I struck not that blow right but this shall do 't Wam fainter then I guess'd I have not enter'd B hat who