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A19755	The bloodie banquet A tragedie. By T.D.	T. D.; Drue, Thomas, fl. 1616-1653, attributed name.; Barker, Thomas, fl. 1620, attributed name.; Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623, attributed name.; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627, attributed name.	1639 (1639)	STC 6181; ESTC S109199	32,489	60

THE BLOODIE BANQVET A TRAGEDIE Hector adest secumque Deos in proelia ducit Nos haec novimus esse nihil BY T. D. LONDON Printed by Thomas Cotes 1639 Drammatis Personae The King of Lydia Tymethes his Sonne Lapirus his Nephew The King of Lycia Zantippus his Sonne Eurimone his Daughter Armatrites King of Cilicia Zenarchus his Sonne Amphridote his Daughter His Young Queene Her Mayd Mazeres his Favorite Roxona the young Queenes Keeper Fidelio Two faithfull Servants to the Lydian King Amorpho Two faithfull Servants to the Lydian King Sextorio Two unfaithfull Servants of his Lodovicus Two unfaithfull Servants of his The Old Queene of Lydia Her two little Children Chorus The Clowne Two Shepheards 4. Servants Souldiers THE BLOODY BANQVET A TRAGEDIE INDVCTIO Enter Florish AT one doore the old King of Lydia Tymethes his Sonne Lapyrus his Nephew and Souldiers At the other the old King of Lycia Zantippus his Son Eurymone his Daughter and Souldiers The two Kings parley and change hostages for peace Lapyrus is given to the Lycian and Zantippus to the Lydian The Lycian seemes to offer his daughter Eurymone to Lapyrus to fall from his Vncle and joyne with him he accepts her drawing his sword against his Country and Vncle. The Lydian sends his sonne Tymethes for ayd he enters againe with Armatrites King of Cilicia Zenarchus his sonne and Mazeres a young Prince the Cilician Kings follower All they draw against the Lycians party whereat they all vith Lapyrus flye the two other Kings pursuing them Then enter the old Queene of Lydia flying from her Nephew Lapyrus with two Babes in her armes he pursuing her with his drawne sword Enter Chorus After the waste of many thousand wounds Given and receiv'd alike in seaven set battailēs Lydia's old King upon conditions sign'd For Peace and truce enter'd on feigned league With his fierce enemy the Lycian King Gave him in Hostage as his pledge of faith His Nephew Lord Lapyrus and receiv'd Noble Zantippus from the Lycian To make the contract full and honourable This Lord Lapyrus entertain'd and wellcom'd But chiefely by the faire Eurymone The Kings sole daughter who unto Lapyrus Offers her as his Bride so he would turne A Traytor to his Country and his King Lapyrus to obtaine the beautious mayd Turnes Traytor to his King and joynes his forcē Vnto his faire loves Fathers Lycia's Kings Th' old King of Lydia being so beset By his owne Nephews unexpected trechēries Sent forth his sonne Tymethes to crave ayd From Armatrites King of great Cilicia Which he obtain'd in a disastrous houre As the event will witnesse In this trouble The frighted Queene with her two Infants fled Into a Forrest fearing the sad ruine Hourely expected untill Armatrites With a fresh Army forc'd Lapyrus flye And sav'd the King doom'd for worse treachery What followes shewes it selfe t is our full due If we with labour give content to you Exit Act. 1. Scene 1. Enter The two Kings of Lydia and Cilicia Zenarchus sonne to the Cilician Tymethes sonne to the Lydian Mazeres Fidelio Amorpho Sextorio Lodovicus when they come unto the Throne the Tyrant of Cilicia puts by the old King and ascends alone all snatch out their swords Mazeres crownes him the old King and Tymethes stand amazed Florish Arm. Speranza Omn. Long live Armatrites King of Lydia King How Arm. Art thou amaz'd old King and all thy people Mutually labouring in a fit of wonder Start from those palē dreames we will prove all true Who wins the day the brightnesse is his due King King of Cilicia Arm. I and Lydia now Bate us not our Titles we and ours Have sweate and dearely earn'd them in our flesh King It savors not of noblenesse nor vertue Religion loyalty heaven or natures lawes So most perfidiously to enter Tyrant Where was expected honesty and honour Assistance from a friend not a dissembler A Royall neighbour and no politique foe What worse than this could th' enemy performe And when shines friendship best but in a storme Arm. Why doating Lydia is it of no vertue To bring our Army hither and put in venture Our person and their lives upon our foes Wasting our courage weakning our best forces Impoverishing the heart of our munition And having wonne the honour of the battaile To throw our glory on unworthy spirits And so unload victories honey thighes To let Droanes seede King Will nothing satisfie but all Arm. Without all nothing The Kingdome and not under suites our blood Flyes ate are not Eagles preyes nor thankes our food And for Cilicia our other spheare Our sonne Zenarchus let thy beames move there Zen. Rather my Lord let me move pitty here Vnto that reverend fate-afflicted King For whom with his disconsolate sonne my friend And plighted Brother I here kneele as Sutor Oh my most Noble Father still retaine The seale of honour and religion A Kingdome rightly possessed by course Containes more joy than is usurpt by force Arm. The Boy hath almost chang'd us Maz. He cooles my Lord remember you are possess'd Arm. What with the Devill Max. The Devill the Dukedome the Kingdome Lydia All pant under your Scepter the sway 's yours Be not bought out with words a Kingdome 's deare Kisse fortune keepe your minde and keepe your state Y' are laught at if you prove compassionate Arm. Thankes to Mazeres he hath refresht our spirits Zenarchus 't is thy death if thou proceede Thy words we threate rise silent or else bleed King Who can expect but blood where Tyrants governe Arm. We are not yet so cruell to thy fortune As was Lapyrus thy owne Nephew trecherous That stole upon thy life beseig'd thee basely And had betray'd thee to thine enemies anger Had we not beate his strength to his owne throate And made him shrinke before us all can tell In him t was monstrous t is in us but well A tricke of warre advantage policy nay rather recompence There 's more deceite in peace t is common there T' unfold young heires the old may well stand bare You have your life be thankefull and t is more Than your perfidious Nephew would consent to Had he surpriz'd you first your fate is cast The sooner you be gone 't will prove the safer Kin. On thee Lapyrus and thy treacheries fall The heavie burthen of an old mans curse Fid. Your Queene with her two Infants fled the Citty Affrighted at this treason and new warres Kin. Newes of more sadnesses than the Kingdomes losse She fled upon her houre for had she stayd Sh' had either dyed beene banish'd or betrayd I have some servants here Arma. All these my Lord Kin. All these not all you did forget I am not worth the flattering I am donē Old and at set honour the rising Sunne If any for love serve me which is he Now let him shame the world and follow me Fid. That 's I my Lord Amor. And I Kin. What two of you Let it be enrould Two follow a King when he

is poorē and old Exit cum suis Sex Farewell King I le play the Flounder keepe me to my tyde Lod. And so will I this is the flowing side Maz. Those men are yours my Lord Arm. We 'le grace them chiefely Waite for imployment place and eminence The like to each that to our bounty flies For he that falls to us shall surely rise His sonne Tymethes little frights our thoughts He 's young and given to pleasure not to plots Maz. Your Grace defines him right he may remainē The Prince your sonne bindes him in a love-chaine There 's little feare of him Arm. Their loves are deare Base Boy he leaves his father to live hēre Maz. His presence sets a glosse on your attēmpts They have their luster from him Arm. He 's their Countenance T was well observ'd and follow'd he shall stay Mazeres thou armest us that wonne the day Exit all but Zenarchus and Tymethes Zen. None but Mazeres that Court flye could on The vertues of the King blow such corruption Man falls to vice in minutes runnes and leapes But unto goodnesse he takes wary steppes How soone a Tyrant why Tymethes Friend Brother Tym. Peace prithee peace you undoe me if you wake me I hope I 'me in a dreame Zen. Would t were so happy Tym. No! why then wake Begger but the comfort is I have brave seeming kinsemen why Zenarchus T is not the losse of Kingdome Fathers banishment Vncertainty of Mother afflicts me With halfe the violence that those cross'd affections Betwixt your Princely Sister and our selfe Who upon fortune or her Fathers frowne Erecting the whole Fabricke of her love Either now will not or else dare not love me Zen. Chance alters not affection see in me That hold thee deare still spight of Tyrannie Fate does but dim the glasse of a right man He still retaines his worth doe what fate can Change faith for drosse I will not call her sister That shall hate vertue for affliction Enter Amphridote And here she comes to cleare those doubts her selfe Amp. Strange alteration will the King my Father Goe to his grave a Ruffian and a Treacher In his gray heires turne Tyrant to his friends Wasting his penitentiall times in plots Acting more sinnes than he hath teares to wēepe for them Tym. Alas Lady fortune hath chang'd my state can you love a begger Am. Why fortune hath the least cōmand ore love She cannot drive Tymethes from himselfe And t is Tymethes not his painted glories My soule in her accomplish'd wish desires Zen. What say you now sir Tim. Nothing but admire That heaven can frame a creaturē like a woman And she be constant seeing most are common Zen. Put by your wonder sir she proves the same I spake her vertues for her ere she came And when my father dyes I here doe vow This kingdome now detained wrongfully Shall then returne unforcedly to you In part thy dowry but in all thy due Tym. Vnmatched honest young man Enter Mazeres observing Zen. Comē let your lips meete though your fortunēs wander Maz. Ha! taste lips so bounteously with a begger Zen. Thus in firme state let your affections rest Time that makes wretched makes the same men blest Exeunt Maz. What 's here either the Princes out of charities rarenesse Are pleas'd to lay aside their glories and refresh The gasping fortunes of a desperate wretch Or if for larger bounties I was mad T' advise the King for his remaining here That had beene banish'd and with him my feare I love the Princesse and the King allowes it If he should prove a rivall to my love I have argued faire for his abiding here My plots shall worke his ruine if one faile I le rayse a second for I must prevaile I that us'd policie to cause him stay Can shew like Art to rid my feares away Exit Scene 2. Enter the old Queene with two Babes as being hard pursued Que. Oh whither shall I flye with these poore Babēs Twice set upon by Theeves within this Forrest Who rob'd me of my Cloathes and left me these Which better suite with my calamity What fate pursues the good old King my husband I cannot learne which is my worst affliction Oh trecherous Lapirus impious Nephew All horrors of a guilty brest keepe with thee Either poore Babes you must pine here for food Or have the wars drinke your immaculate blood Cry within follow follow Oh flyē least life and honour be betrayd Exit Scen. 3. Enter Lapirus disguised Lap. Villainē and fugitive where wilt thou hide Th' abhorred burthen of thy wretched flesh In what disguise canst thou be safe and free Having betray'd thy Countrey base Lapirus Earth stretch thy throate take downe this bitter Pill Loathing the hatefull taste of his owne ill Enter the Queene and two souldiers pursuing her Qu. Oh help good heaven save a poore wretch from slaughter The. 1. Stop her mouth first souldiers must have their sport T is dearely earnd they venture their blood for 't Lap. A Mother so enforc'd by pittilesse slaves Let me redeeme my honour in her rescue And in this deede my former basenesse dye The. 2. Come come Que. If ever woman bore you Lap. Who ere bore them monsters begot̄ them mercilesse damn'd villaines Both Hold hold sir we are souldiers but doe not love to fight Exeunt Que. Let me disswade you from all hope of recompence Save thankes and prayers which are the Beggers gifts Lap. You cannot give me that I have more neede of Than prayers for my soule hath a poore stocke There 's a faire house within but t is ill furnisht There wants true teares for hanging penitent falls For without prayers souldiers are but bare walls Whence are you that with such a carefull charge Dare passe this dangerous Forrest Que. Generous sir I was of Lydia once as happie then As now unfortunate till one Lapyrus That trayterous villaine Nephew to the King Sought the confusion of his State and him And with a secret Army guirt his Land When peace was plighted by his enemies hand Little expecting such unnaturall Treason From forth a Kinsmans bosome all admir'd But I his miserable Queene Lap. Oh sinke into perdition let me heare no furthēr aside Que. I le tell you all for your so late attempt Confirmes you honest and my thoughts so keepe you I frighted at new warres and his false breath Chose rather with these Babes this lingering death Lap. Oh in her words I endure a thousand deaths Que. The truth of this sad story hath beene yours Now curteous sir may I request your name That in my prayers I may place the same Lap. I le put my death into her woefull hands Que. I heare you not sir I desire you name Lap. To adde some small content to your distresse Know that Lapyrus whom your miseries May rightly curse and be revenged justly Lurkes in this Forrest equally distrest Que. In this Forrest lurkes that abhorred villaine Lap. These eyes did see him

beate downe her name And from thence force a way to the Kings eares Strange fate where my love keepes there keepe my fearēs Enter Tyrant Tyr. Alone why where 's her guard suffer her alone Her thoughts may worke their powers are not her owne Women have of themselves no entire sway Like Dyall needles they wave every way And must be throughly taught to be kept right And point to none but to their Lords delight Enter Roxano and guard Time to convey and plot leave her alone Why Villaines kisse me my perfection This night we 'le banquet in these blissefull armēs Qu. Your nights are musick and your words are charmes Tyr. Kisse me againe faire Tethis Walkes off with her and the guard followes Rox. My Lady is scarce perfect in her thoughts How ere she fram'd a smile upon the Tyrant I have some skill in faces yet they never were more deceitfull A man can scarce know a Baud from a Midwife by the face An hypocriticall Puritan from a devout Christian If you goe by the face well all 's not streight in my Lady She hath certaine crooked cogitations if a man had the liberty to search 'em If ought point at my advice or performance shee may fortunately Disclose it she knowes my mettle and what it yeelds to an ounce She cannot be deceiv'd in 't here 's service and secrēcie and no Lady can Wish more beside a Monkey she is assur'd of our faculties there 's none Of us all that stand her smocke Centinells but would venter a joynt To doe her any pleasurable service and I think that 's as much As any woman desires masse here she comes Enter Queene sad T is so me strange Physicke I know by the working Que. It cannot be kept downe with any Argument T is of aspiring force sparkes flye not downeward No more this receiv'd fancy of Tymethes I threaten it with my Lords Iealousy Yet still it rises against all objections I see my dangers in what feares I dwell There 's but a Plankē on which I runne to hell Yet were 't thrice narrower I should venture on None dares doe more for sinne than woman can Misery of love Roxano I am observ'd What newes Roxano Rox. None that 's good Madam Que. No which is the bad Rox. The worst of all is Madam you are sad Que. Indeede I am not merry Rox. Would I knew the meanes would make you so I would turne my selfe into any shape or office To be the Author of it sweete Lady Que. Troth I have that hope of thee I thinke thou would'st Rox. Thinke it sfoote you might sweare safely in that action And never hurt your oath I nere fayld yet Que. T were sinne to injure thee I know thou didst not Rox. Nay I know I did not Que. But my trusty servant This plot requires art secresie and wit Yet out of all can hardly worke one safety Rox. Not one that 's strange I would 't were put to me I le make it arrive safe what ere it be Que. Thou couldst not my Roxano why admit I love now I come to thee Rox. Admit you love why all 's safe enough yet Que. I but a stranger Rox. Nay now we are all spoyld Lady I may looke for my braines in my Bootes now you have put Home to me indeed Madam A stranger there 's a hundred Deaths in the very name besides vantage Que. I sayd I should affright thee Rox. Faith no foolē can fright me Madam commonly cal'd a stranger Que. Hast thou the will or dar'st thou doe me good Rox. Doe thee good sweete Lady as farre as I am able nere doubt it Let me but cast about for safety and I le doe any thing Madam Que. I I our safeties which are meere impossibles Love forgets all things but its proper objects Rox. What is he and his name Que. Tymethes in a most unluckie minute Led hither by our Sonne in Law Zenarchus Rox. Hum is that the most fortunate spider catching smocke wrapt Gentleman Que. Yet if he know me Rox. What then Que. I am undone Rox. And is it possible a man should lye with a woman and yet not know her And yet t is possible too thanke my Invention follow that game still Que. He must not know me than I love no further Although for not enjoying him I dye My Lords pale jealousie does so orelookē me That if Tymethes know what he enjoyes It may make way unto my Lords mistrust Then since in my desire such horrours move I le dye no other then the death of love She swounds and Roxano holds her in his armes Rox. Lady Madam doe you heare Have you leasure to swoune now when I have taken such paines i' th' businesse To take order for your safety set all things right why Madam Que. What sayes the man Rox. Why he sayes like a Gentleman every inch of him And will performe the office of a gentleman bring you together Put you together and leave you together what gentleman can doe more Que. And all this safely Rox. And all this safely I by this hand will I Or else would I might never doe any thing to purpose If he have but the first part of a young gentleman in him T is granted Madam I have crotchets in my braine That you shall see him and enjoy him and he not know where he is nor who it is Que. How shall he not know me Rox. Why t is the least part of my meaning he should Lady Doe you thinke you could possibly be safe and he know you Why some of your yong Gallants are of that vaine-glorious and preposterous Humour that if they lay with their owne Sisters you should heare them prate of 't This is too usuall there 's no wonder in 't what I have sayd I will sweare to performe you shall enjoy him ere night And he not know you next morning Que. Thou art not onely necessary but pleasing There catch our bounty mannage all but right As now with gold with honours wee le requite Exit Rox. I am your creature Lady pretty gold And by this light me thinkes most easily earn'd There 's no faculty say I like a Pander and that makes so many Now adayes dye in the Trade I have your gold Lady And eke your service I am one step higher This office makes a gentleman a Squire Exit Act. 2. Scene 1. Enter Clowne and two Sheapheards Shep. 1. Come fellow Coridon are the pits digg'd Clo. I and as deepe as an Vsurers conscience I warrant thee Shep. 2. Mas and that 's deēpe enough 't will devoure a widow and three Orphans At a brēakefast soft is this it Shep. 1. I I this is it Clo. Nay for the deepenesse I le be sworne but come my masters lay these boughes crosse over so so artificially and may all those horson Muttonmongers the wolves hole here which eate our sheepe Shep. 2. I wonder what wolves those are which eate our sheepe Whether they be he

in thy blood Rox. As far as life my Lord Maz. As far as love man I aske no further Rox. Touch me then my Lord and try my mettle Maz. First there 's gold for thee After which follow favour eminence And all those gifts which fortune calls her owne Rox. Well my Lord Maz. There 's one Tymethes sonne to the banisht King Lives about Court Zenarchus gives him grace That fellow 's my disease I thrive not with him He 's like a prison chaine shooke in my eares I take no sleepe for him his favours mad me My honours and my dignities are dreames When I behold him That right arme can easē me I will not boast my bounties but for ever Live rich and happy thou art wise farewell Exit Rox. Hum what newes is here now thou art wise farewell By my troth I thinke it is a part of wisedome to take gold When it is offer'd many wise men will do 't that I learnt Of my learned Councell this is worth thinking on now To kill Tymethes so strangely belov'd by a Lady and so monstrously detested by a Lord here 's gold to bring Tymethes and here 's gold to kill Tymethes I let me see which weighes heaviest by my faith I thinke the killing gold will carry 't I shall like many a bad Lawyer runne my Conscience upon the greatest fee who gives most is like to fare best I like my safety so much the worse in this businesse in that Lord Mazeres is his profess'd enemie he 's the Kings bosome hee blowes his thoughts into him and I had rather be torne with whirlewindes than fall into any of their furies Troth as far as I can see the wisest course is to play the knave lay open this Venery betray him but see my Lord againe Enter Mazeres Maz. Hast thou thought of me may I doe good upon thee I le out of recreation make thee worthy play honours to thy hand Rox. My Lord Maz. Art thou resolv'd and I will be thy Lord Rox. It will appeare I am so be proud of your revenge before I name it Never was man so fortunate in his hate I le give you a whole Age but to thinke how Maz. Thou mak'st me thirst Rox. Tymethes meetes me here Maz. Here excellent on Roxano he meetes thee here Rox. I meant at first to betray all to you sir understand that my Lord Maz. Y faith I doe Rox. Then thus my Lord he comes Enter Tymethes Maz. Withdraw behind the Lodgē relate it breefely Tym. A delicate sweete Creature slight who should it bē I must not know her name nor see her face It may be some tricke to have my bones bastinadodē Well and so sent backe againe what say you to a blanquetting Faith so t were done by a Lady and her Chambermaides I care not for if they tosse me in the Blankets I le tosse them in the Sheetes and that 's one for th' other A man may bee led into a thousand villanies but the fellow swore enough And here 's blood apt enough to beleeve him Maz. I both admire the deede and my revenge Rox. My Lord I le make your way Maz. Thou mak'st thy friend Exit Tym. Art come we meete ene jumpe upon a minute Rox. I but you 'le play the better jumper of the two I shall not jumpe so neere as you by a handfull Tym. How at a running leape Rox. That is more hard At a running leape you may give me a handfull Tym. So so what 's to be done Rox. Nothing but put this hood over your head Tym. How I never went blindfold before Rox. You never went otherwise sir for all folly is blind Besides sir when we see the sinne we act We thinke each triviall crime a bloody fact Tym. Well follow'd of a Serving man Rox. Servingmen alwayes follow their masters sir Tym. No not in their Mistresses Rox. There I leave you sir Tym. I desire to be left when I come there sir But faith sincerely is there no tricke in this Prithee deale honestly with me Rox. Honestly if protestation be not honest I know not what to call it Tym. Why if she affect me so truely shee might trust me with her knowledge I could be secret to her chiefe actions why I lovē women too well Rox. Shee le trust you the worse for that sir Tym. Why because I love women Rox. O sir t is most common He that loves women is neere true to woman Experience dayly proves he loveth none With a true heart that affects more than one Tym. Your wit runnes nimbly sir pray use your pleasure Rox. Why then goodnight sir He puts on the hood Tym. Masse the candles out Rox. Oh sir the better sports taste best in th' night And what we doe in the darke we hate i' th' light Tym. A good doer mayst thou prove for thy experience Come give me thy hand thou mayst prove an honest Lad But however I le trust thee Rox. Oh sir first try me But we protract good houres come follow me sir Why this is right your sportive Gallants prize Before they 'le loose their sport they le loose their ēyēs Exeu. Scen. 2. Enter the Queene and foure servants she with a booke in her hand Que. Oh my feare-fighting blood arē you all here Ser. 1. All at your pleasure Madam Que. That 's my wish and my opinion Hath ever beene perswaded of your truthes And I have found you willing t' all imployments We put into your charge Ser. 2. In our faith's madam Ser. 3. For we are bound in duty to your Bounty Que. Will you to what I shall prescribe sweare secresie Ser. 4. Try us sweete Lady and you shall prove our faith's Que. To all things that you heare or see I sweare you all to secrecie I poure my life into your brests There my doome or safety rests If you prove untrue to all Now I rather chuse to fall With losse of my desire than light Into the Tyrants wrathfull spight But in vaine I doubt your trust I never found your hearts but just On this booke your vowes arrive And as in truth in favour thrive Omn. We wish no higher so we swearē Que. Like Jewels all your vowes I le weare Here take this Paper there those secrets dwell Goe reade your charge which I should blush to tell All 's sure I nothing doubt of safety now To which each servant hath combin'd his vow Roxano that begins it trustily I cannot chuse but prayse him he 's so needfull There 's nothing can be done about a Lady But he is for it honest Roxano Even from our head to feete he 's so officious The time drawes on I feele the minutes here No clocke so true as love that strikes in feare Exeunt Scene 3. Soft musicke a Table with lights set out Arras spread Enter Roxano leading Tymethes Mazeres meetes them Tym. How farre lacke I yet of my blind pilgrimage Maz Whist Roxano Rox. You are at your In my Lord away

night I slipt it from her vayle unfelt of her 'T may be so kind unto me as to bring Her beauty to my knowledge Zen. Can'st not guesse at her nor at the Placē Tym. At neither for my heart why I le tell thee man 'T was handled with such Art such admir'd cunning What with my blindnesse and their generall darkenesse That when mine eyes receiv'd their liberty I was nere the nearer To them in full forme I appear'd unshrowded But all their lights to me were mask'd and clouded Enter Tyrant and Mazeres observing Zen. Fore heaven I doe admire the cunning of 't Tym. Nay you cannot out vye my admiration I had a feeling of 't beyond your passion Zen. Well blow this over see our sister comes Enter Amphridote Tyr. Art sure Mazeres that he courts our Daughter Maz. I 'me sure of more my Lord she favours him Tyr. That Begger Maz. Worse my Lord that villaine Traytor and yet worse my Lord Tyr. How Maz. Pardon my Lord a riper time shall bring him forth Behold him there my Lord Tymethes kisses her Tyr. Dares she so farre forget respect to us And dim her owne lustre to give him grace Maz. Favours are growne to custome twixt them both Letters close banquets whisperings private meetings Tyr. I le make them dangerous meetings Amp. In faith my Lord I le have this Iewell Tym. T is not my gift Lady Tyr. What 's that Mazeres Maz. Marry my Lord she courtly begs a Iewell of him Which he keepes backe as Courtly with faire words Amp. I have sworne my Lord Tym. Why upon that condition You le keepe it safe and close from all strange eyes Not wronging me t is yours Amp. I sweare Tym. It shall suffice They kisse and Exit Zenarchus and Amphridote Maz. T is hers my Lord at which they part in kisses Tyr. I le make those meetings bitter both shall rue We have found Mazeres to this minute true Exit come Mazere Tym. No tricke to see this Lady heart of ill fortune The Iewell that was beg'd from me too was The hope I had to gaine her wisht for knowledge Well here 's a heart within will not be quiet The eye is the sweete feeder of the soule When thē taste wants that keepes the memory whole T is bad to be in darkenesse all know well Then not to see her what doth it want of Hell What sayes the Note Vnlesse your life you would forgoe Whom we are seeke not to know Pish all Idle As if she 'de suffer death to threaten me Whom she so bounteously and firmely loves No tricke excellent t will fit make use of that Enter Mazeres and Roxano Maz. Enough th' art honest I affect thee much Goe traine him to his ruine Exit Rox. Let me alone my Lord doubt not I le traine him Perhaps sir I have the Art Tym. Oh I know thy minde Rox. The further lodge Tym. Enough I le meete thee presently Rox. Why so I like one that will make an end of himselfe at few words A man that hath a quicke perseverance in ill A leaping spirit hee 'le run through horrors jawes To catch a sin but to oretake a vertue He softly paces like a man that 's sent Some tedious darke unprofitable journey Corrupt is nature she loves nothing more Than what she most should hate there 's nothing springs Apace in man but gray haires cares and sinnes Exit Tym. I le see her come what can but what can prove She cannot seeke my death that seekes my love Exit Scene 2. Enter Amphridote and Mazeres Amp. My Lord what is the matter Maz. I know not what The King sent Amp. Well we obey Maz. Here comes his Highnesse Enter Tyrant Tyr. How now what 's she Amp. I my Lord Your Highnesse knew me once your most obedient Daughter Tyr. They lye that tell me so this is not she Amp. No my Lord Tyr. No for as thou art I know thee not And I shall strive still to forget thee more Thou neither bearst in memory my respects Nor thy owne worthes how can we thinke of thee But as of a dejected worthlesse creature So farre beneath our grace and thy owne luster that we disdaine to know thee Was there no choyse mong our selected Nobles To make thy favorite besides Tymethes Sonne to our enemie a wretch a Begger Dead to all fortunes honours or their hopes Besides his breath worth nothing abject wretch To place thy affection so vigorously On him can nere requite it deny 't not We know the favours thou hast given him Pledges of lovē close letters private meetings And whisperings are customary twixt you Come which be his gifts whereabout lye his pledgēs Amp. Your Grace hath beene injuriously inform'd I nere receiv'd pledge Tyr. Impudent creature When in our sight and hearing shamefully undervaluing thy best honours And setting by all modesty of blood thou bēg'dst a Iewell of him Amp. Oh pardon mē my Lord I had forgot here 't is That is the same and all that ere was his Tyr. Ha! this how came this hither Amp. I gave it you my Lord Tyr. Who gave it thee Amp. Tymethes Tyr. He who gave it him Amp. I know not that my Lord Tyr. Then here it stickes Mazeres Maz. My Lord Tyr. T is my Queenes my Queenes Mazeres How to him came this Maz. I can resolve your highnesse Tyr. Can Mazeres Maz He is some Ape the huske falls from him now And you shall know his inside he 's a villaine A Traytor to the pleasures of your Bed Tyr. Oh I shall burst with torment Maz. He 's receiv'd this night Into her bosome Tyr. I feele a whirle wind in me Ready to teare the frame of my mortality Maz. I trac'd him to the deed Tyr. And saw it done Maz. I abus'd my eyes in the true survey of 't Tainted my hearing with lascivious sounds My loyalty did prompt me to be sure Of what I found so wicked and impure Tyr. T is spring tyde in my Gall all my blood 's bitter Puh lungs too Maz. This night Tyr. Lodovico Enter Lodovico Lod. My Lord Try How cam'st thou up le ts hearē Lod. My Lord my first beginning was a Broker Tyr. A knavē from the beginning there 's no hopē of him Sertorio Enter Sertorio Ser. Here my Lord Tyr. We know thee just how cam'st thou up let 's heare Ser. From no desert that I can challenge but your highnesse favour Tyr. Thou art honest in that answere goe report we are 40. leagues off Rid forth spread it about the Castle cunningly Ser. I le doe it faithfully my Lord Tyr. Doe 't cunningly Goe if thou should'st doe 't faithfully thou lyest I 'me lost by violence through all my sences I 'me blinde with rage Mazeres guide me forth I tread in Ayre and see no foote nor path I have lost myselfe yet cannot lose my wrath Exeunt all but Amphridote Amp. What have I heard it dares not be but true Tymethes taken in

blazing starre appeares Enter Tyrant Tyr. Ha thunder and thou marrow melting blast Quicke winged lightning and thou blazing starre I like not thy prodigious bearded fire Thy beames are fatall ha behold the Influence Of all their malice in my childrens mines Their states malignant powers have envyde And for some hast strucke with their envies dy'd T is omenous within there Enter Sertorio and Lodovico Lod. Here my Lord Tyr. Conveigh those bodies a while from my fight Ser. Both dead my Lord Tyr. Yes and we safe our death we neēd lesse fearē Vsurpers issue oft proves dangerous We depose others and they poyson us I have found it on Records t is better thus Enter the Old King Lapirus Fidelio Amorpho all disguised like Pilgrims Lap. My Lord this Castle is but slightly guarded King T is as I hop'd and wish'd now blesse us heaven What horrid and inhumaine spectacle Is yonder that presents it selfe to sight Fid. It seemes three quarters of a man hung up Kin. What Tiranny hath beene exercis'd of late I dare not venture on Amo. Feare not my Lord our habits give us safety Lap. Behold the Tyrant maketh toward us Tyr. Holy and reverent Pilgrims welcome Kin. Bold strangers by the Tempest beaten in Tyr. Most welcome still wee are but stewards for such guests as you What we possesse is yours to your wants due We are onely rich for your necessities King A generous free aad charitable minde Keepes in thy bosome to poore Pilgrims kinde Tyr. T is time of day to dine my friends Sertorio Enter Sertorio Ser. My Lord Tyr. Our food Ser. T is ready for your highnesse Loud Musicke A banquet brought in and by it a small Table for the Queene Tyr. Sit pray sit religious men right welcome Vnto our Cates Grave sir I have observ'd You waste the vertue of your serious eye Too much on such a worthlesse objects as that is A Traytor when he liv'd call'd that his flesh Let hang here 's to you we are the oldest here Round let it goe fēede if you like your cheere Enter Sertorio Ser. My Lord Tyr. How now Ser. Ready my Lord Tyr. Sit merry Exit King Where ere I looke these limbes arē in mine eye Lap. Some wretch on whom he wrought his Tyranny Fid. Hard was his fate to light into his mercy Amorp. Peace he comes Soft Musicke Enter the Tyrant with the Queene her haire loose she makes a Curtsie to the Table Sertorio brings in the flesh with a skull all bloody they all wonder Tyr. I perceive strangers more desire to see An object than the fare before them set But since your eyes are serious Suitors growne I will discourse what 's seene shall now be knowne King Your bounty every way conquers poore strangers Tyr. You Creature whom your eyes so often visit Held mighty sway over our powers and thoughts Indeed we were all hers Besides her graces there were all perfections Vnlesse she speakes no musicke till her wishes Brought forth a monster a detested issue Poysoning the thoughts I held of her The Old King sends forth Amorpho She did from her owne ardour undergoe Adulterous basenesse with my professed foe Her lust strangely betray'd I ready to surprize them Set on fire by the abuse I found his life Cunningly shifted by her owne deare hand And far enough convey'd from my revenge Vnnaturally she first abus'd my heart And then prevented my revenge by Art Yet there I left not though his trunke were cold My wrath was flaming and I exercis'd New vengeance on his carcase and gave charge The body should be quarter'd and hung up t was donē This as a pennance I enjoyn'd her to To taste no other sustenance no nor dares Till her loves body be consum'd in hers Kin. The sinne was great so is the pennance greivous Tyr. Our vow is sign'd Kin. And was he Lydian borne Tyr. He was no lesse sonne to mine Enemie A banisht King Tymethes was his name Kin. Oh me my sonne Tymethes Lap. Passion may spoyle us sir we oft have heard Of that old King his father and that justly This Kingdome was by right due to his sway Tyr. It was I thinke it was till we call'd in By pollicy and force deceiv'd his confidence Shew'd him a tricke of warre and turn'd him out Kin. Sinnes boast is worse than sinne Enter Fidelio Fid. All 's sure the guards are seiz'd on Lap. Good Fid. The Passagē strongly guarded Tyr. Holy sir what 's he Lap. Our brother a poore Pilgrime that gives notice Of a Religious father that attends To beare us company in our Pilgrimage Tyr. Oh ho t is good t is very good Kin. Alas poore Lady it makes mee weepe to see what food she eates I know your mercy will remit this pennance Tyr. Never our vow 's irrevocable never The Letcher must be swallowed rib by rib His flesh is sweete it melts and goes downe merrily They discover themselves Ha what arē these Lap. Speranza Tyr. Ha King Villaine this minute looses thee thou Tyrant Tyr. Pilgrims weare armes the old King and Lapirus Betrayd confounded oh I must dye forsworne Breake vow bleed Whore there is my jealousie flownē He kils his Queene Oh happie man t is more revenge to me Then all your aymes I have kill'd my jealousie I have nothing now to care for more than hell 'T had beene if you had strucke me ere she fell I had left her to your lust the thought is bitternesse But she first falne ha ha ha King Dye cruell murtherous Tyrant They all discharge at him Tyr. So laugh away this breath My lust was nere more pleasing than my death Dyes Lap. As full possest as ever and as rich In Subjects hearts and voyces we present thee The compleat sway of this usurped Kingdome Kin. I am so borne betwixt the violent streames Of Ioy and passion I forget my state To all our thankes and favours and what more We are in debt to all your free consent We will discharge in happie governement Enter the Old Queene disguised a Boy with her Que. The peacefull'st reigne that ever Prince enjoy'd Kin. Already a Petition suitors begin betimes We are scarce warme in our good fortune yet what are you Que. Vnworthiest of all the joyes this houre brings forth She discovers Kin. Our dearest Queene Que. Your poore distressed Queene Kin. Oh let me light upon that constant brest And kisse thee till my soule melt on thy lips Our Joyes were perfect stood Tymethes there We are old this Kingdome wants a hopefull heire Que. Your joyes are perfect though he stand not there And your wish blest behold a hopefull heire Stand not amaz'd 't is Manophes Kin. How just the Gods are who in their due time Returne what they tooke from us Que. Happy houre Heaven hath not taken all our happinesse For though your elder met ill fate good heaven Hath thus preserv'd your yonger for your heire Kin. Prepare those limbes for honourable buriall And noble Nephew all your ill is lost In your late new borne goodnesse which we 'le reward No storme of fate so fierce but time destroyes And beates backe miserie with a peale of Joyes Exeunt omnes FINIS