servants and direct their actions Pleasure is free To them Bellanima in mourning Bon. Gen. But what sad object 's this Bella. I come to snatch a Husband from thine armes Lascivious strumpet thou whose looser eyes Bewitcht his ill affection and entice His thoughts with wanton appetite of sense From my chast love Doth not Physander see Ruine hid under every bayt of pleasure She lays to catch him Sens. Laugh at her sweet heart Thou art secure in theâ—e embraces Bella. Do not Afflict me thus Those false dissembling kisses Wound me to death Return unto my bosome That never shall be warm with others touch Shee 's common and will mixe her lustfull blood Even with beasts Sens. T is but her envy to me Bella. Let not her Syrene charms bewitch thee thuâ— Vnto a shipwrack Every smile of hers Shadow's a rock to split thee in my armes Shalt sleep as safe as if the clowdes did guard thee Am I not fayre Shoot not mine eyes a fire As livâ—ly grow not colours on my cheekes Brighter then those that paynt her rottennesse And will Physander leave me Did I not Forsake th' etheriall Palace of my father To be thine onely and a whore to rivall me Oh misery Phys. Th' art barren of those pleasures I here enjoy Bella. What pleasures guilded ones To mock thy sense their inside's bitternesse Return with me shalt find delights As far exceeding these as the great day Starr His pale cheek't sister or nightes lesser beautyes A thousand wing'd intelligences dayly Shall be thy ministers and from all parts Informe thee of the Worlds new accidents Shalt from their scanning frame by my advice Rules of prevention shalt command all arts As hand-mayds Shalt converse with Heaven and Angels And after all I le bring thee to Elysium Cold there compells no use of rugged furrs Nor makes the mountaines barren Ther 's no dog To rage and scortch the harvest labourer Whilst the lascivious Landlord wastes th' increase In prodigall contrivements how t' allay The furious heat with artificiall snowes And drinks his wine in ice Spring 's alwayes there And paynts the valleys whilst a temperate ayre Sweeps their embroydred face with his curs'd gales And breaths perfumes no Persian aromates Pontick Amomus or Indian balsame Can imitate There night doth never spread Her â—bon wings but daylight's alwayes there And one blest â—eason crownes th' eternall yeare Phys. He heare no more nor can I be so credulous Having possession to expect such fables Here I am fixt Bella. And I made miserable Sens. Let 's in to feast and revell and at night Shalt be possest of a more full delight Exeunt Bel. Thus doth chast wedlock suffer Heavenly servant Whisper some powerfull counsaile in his eare That may reclayme him If it works return And bring me comfort who 'till then must mourn Exeunt severally For the Fourth Act. Tasting the 4. Complexions drunck each having a bottle of Wine in his hand Tast. The other health my boyes Phle No more health if you love me Tast. Indeed health agrees not with your profession Coll. But we will have more health and lesse health or I will make a close stoole pan of your Physitians noddle Tast. Good brother Choller he pacified Choll I will not be pacified He that deny's health let him think himself dead e're he pronounce it Choller 's drye Mela. So is Melancholy Blood Blood would be heated better Phle And Phlegme moistned Choll Blood 's a skip-jack and I will make him caper Tast. Nay brother Choller thou art so crosse Mela. And will she not return then may the Sun Stable his horses ever and no day Guâ—ld the black ayre with light If in mine eye Shâ—e be not plac't what object can delâ—ght it Tast Excellent amorist Heâ—e's to thee Melancholy Mela. What do I see â—lush gray-ey'd morne and spread Thy purple shame upon the mountain topps Oâ— pale thy self with envie since here com's A brighter Venus then the dull-eyd â—â—arre That lights thee up Tast. Very fine Law now Melancholy hath been some neglected Courtier hee 's perfect in she-flattery If he mistake me for the idoll of his passion I le abuse him Mela. Oh let me kisse those payre of red twinn'd cherries That do distiâ—l Nepenâ—he Tast. 〈◊〉 and spare not Bite not the cherry stones and eate I care not Mel. Oh turn not from meâ— let me smell the gumms Which thy rich breath creates Tast. As for my gumms you ' l find Sweeter here I have no rotten teeth behind Blood This leg's not right Tast. I know it 'T is my left Blood Carry your toes wider Tast. Take beed that I foâ—te not you Blood Now do your cinque passe cleanly Tast. My cinque passe cleanly A cooke defyes it Chol. You lye too open Guard your selfe better or I shall bang your coate Phle 'T is a dangerous wâ—ren Here 's an hypostasâ—s argues a very bad stomack Tast. Some Souldier perhaps that want's his Pay Phleg. This sediment bâ—tokens a great swelâ—ing in the belly Tast. 'T is some Chamber-maide sick of a Midwifes timpany Phleg. 'T were good she chang'd ayre Remove her into the Countrey and if she fall agen into the greene-sicknesse she knows the 〈◊〉 This water argues a great heart-burning Tast. 'T is a Lovers that or some misers that dranke small beere in the Dog-dayes at his own charges Phleg. The owner of this hath an impostume in his head and it is neere breaking Tast. Perhaps 't is a Fencers or some Shopkeepers whose wife sells underhand by retayle Phleg. Let him compound for his light wife and he may bâ— cuâ—'d without the charity of an Hospitall To thâ—m Physander sick Phys. How on a sudden my delights are clowded As when a surfeit makes the pleasant dish That caus'd it more distâ—stefull then th' offence Of any bitter potion My dull'd senses Relish no objects Colours doe not take My filmed eyes Mine eares are deafe to sounds Though by a Châ—rus of those lovely maides Which â—ove begot on faire Muâ—mâ—syâ—â— Sung to Apollo's harpe Tast. Is it thereabouts I le play the state knave and informe presently Exit Phys. Sicknesse begins To make this 〈…〉 mâ—nâ—ion Feavers burne it And shake the weak foundation then a cold Chills it agen as if a thousand Winters Contracted into one scatter'd their snow With Northerne blasts and froze the very centre Palseys dis-joynt the fabrick loosen all The house-supporters and at length they fall Helpe me good servants Phleg We cannot helpe our selves Chol Let 's kill him or hee 'l kill us Melan. Phlegme doe thou choake him Bloud I le empty his veines Chol. I le doe it Bloud 's not worthy the imployment Bloud Worthier then Choller Chol. Thou ly'st in thy throat Bloud Thou hast inflam'd me They fall together by the â—ares and Physander weakly endeavouring to part them is himselfe hurt and they flegh Phys. Hold I command yee How dare yee insult Vpon my weaknesse thus Oh I am wounded Perfidious villaines
Presse downe the organes of my utterance And choake words in their passage Speake good Ianus Ian. Yee disobedient children of that love That joyn'd us to produce yee Fire Stop good father Our wills are deafe to counsaile Ayre Or to threats Set both your browes with wrinckles and put on Th' austerest anger wee 'l be aw'd by none But our owne wills Wat. I le quench my brothers flames Or burne my selfe into him My cold moysture Shall not be ty'd t' embrace as cold a sister And not ascend above them Earth I le be active As ayre or fire Else with my ponderous weight I le presse their climbing heads beneath my centre And by inversion bury them within me 'Till earthquakes shatter all and small ruine Dilate their passage Fire Are we not one birth Why then should there be a precedency And not an equall power of all first qualities Be not you partiall parents wee 'l obey The government of nature Ayre Otherwise With our owne strength we 'l prosecute this warre 'Till ruine stop 's it Ian. Stubborne boyes I le yoake yee In such a bondage Nat. Gentle husband try Perswasions strength Perhaps 't will better worke Vpon the temper of their fiercer nature I am your mother let me reconcile yee That in your peace I may preserve the order Of my intended worke Should fire forsake His lofty mansion and infect his flames With grosser weight it would benumbe his activenesse And make his motion dull Were my pure ayre Pent in his sisters entrailes her foule veines Would soone infect him What creation mean't In your diversities your rash ambitions Must not pervert Since providence hath made yee The meanes for many ends dispute not them Nor your owne thought-defects each iâ— supply'd With a perfection and an equall worth Distinguisht in proportion but the excellence Of your owne attributes cannot appeare Whilst you disturbe the distribution Of them to other formes which from your mixtures Must enter different bodies of the first Second third fourth fifth composition Vapours exhalations meteors vegetables And minerals animals and lastly man Call'd so from concord for he doth contain A harmony of parts and in them figure His end of being Let not then your wills Persist in this rebellious mutiny And hinder high intendments Pray agree And leave the reason of such acts to me Fire Vaine oratory Think you us so easie To be o'recome by words swell high my rage And with licentious fury breake the tyes Of these too weake commands Ayre Let 's on to fight Whilst the yet discord of the untun'd spheares Add's courage and delights our warlike eares The 4. Elements and their creatures dance a confused dance to their owne antique musickâ— in which they seeme to fight with one another and so goe forth confusedly Nat. What shall we doe The universall fabrick Will be everted if this war continue Let 's sue to Love his power may be prevailing To them Love Love See Love appeares at thy request Thou cause of motion and of rest Thou greater powers great substitute Whose will and acts none must dispute Thou that form'st the best of things From thought-impossibles and brings Contrary matters to produce Another difference then the use Of a meere quality in one Can worke unto perfection Thou that thy secrets dost unlock To propagate a lasting stock And multiply that th' issue might Be little lesse then infinite Thou mother of all that is found Within this universall round What is thy will with Love Nat. Oh gentle power Thou that art Natures soule and the beginning Of every humane thing that giv'st them lawes And to thy selfe art law Figure of peace That to thy godheads attribute an next The quiet order of the worlds vast frame To have its forme and being from thy rule Which must be now imperious or its ruine Will prevent time The mutinous elements Have ras'd rebellion and dis-joynted quite The order of their fabrick The pure heavens Whose motion should be harmony rowle crosse And bend their Axletree 'till both the poles Doe kisse each others ends Then rectifie Great Love this dire confusion Love Straight I le doe it Can Love deny if Nature woo it The heavens first in tune I le set And from their musick soone beget A charme of power to make light fire Skip to his spheare and earth retire To her parchâ— den The subtile ayre I le calme from mists and make it faire And water with her curl'd waves sweepe The bounded channels of the deepe That order may succeed and things Grow perfect from their lasting springs Move right yee spheares in concord sound And with your musick fill this round Whilst the following song is singing the first 〈◊〉 apâ—eares being a spheare in which the 4. Elements are figur'd and about it they sit imbracing one another The Song Hence confusion and dissention Be no more new formes prevention Crossing still A mothers will And Natures great intention Concord is the soule of being Nothing 's better than agreeing Chorus Then let imbraces crowne this times beginning Loves power is winning And when he throws the darts that arme his hands Who can resist his great commands Nat. Nature must pay Love thanks for this great worke Of reconciliation May the peace Be lasting as your selves and no ambition Move a new warre but from your loving mixtures New generation follow Love Spheares againe Your brazen trebles higher straine And lusty moving sounds advance To make us active whilst we dance The dance Now to the other workâ— our art Shall make all perfect e're we part They returne into the Scene and it closeth For the Second Act. Physander led in by Ianus Ian. Come forth thou son of earth and view the day That glories in the presence of thy beauty Phys. What am I My imperfect sence is yet Vnapprehensive and the intellect My mother hath inspir'd doth not instruct me To know my selfe Ian. Looke up thou master-peece Of Natures workemanship thou little world Thou that excel'st in forme that comprehends All the perfections which her curious hand Design'd and finisht That when other crâ—atures Behold the earth and with dejected eyes Looke downwards on 't hast an erected figure To see the starres and contemplate their beings Celestiall causes and their influence Whence great effects ensue Thou that hast speech To be thy thoughts interpreter expect A farther act of Love to crowne thy life By joyning thee to an immortall wife Exit Phys. Receive my thanks great power I yet am maz'd And wander in a labyrinth of thoughts That throng confusedly together striving Who should first issue 'till their multitude Choakes up the passage Oh ye powers that made me To be a King and to have soveraignty Annext unto my difference send me quickly The glorious guide that may remove this darknâ—sse To him the 4. Complexions Phys. Ha! what are these Chol. You may goe looke Yet if you aske me mildly perhaps I le answer you Blood We are sent to
be your servants Phys. By whom Our parents the foure Elements Phys. Your names Chol. My name is Choller I was begâ—t by Fire on Natures Cooke-maide in the time of a Feastivall I was dry nursed by a leane Butterwife and bred up in Mars his Fencing-schoole where I have learn't a mystery that consists in lying distance and direction pase space and place Time motion and action progression reversion and travâ—rsion blowes thrusts falses doubles ships and wards closings gripes and wrastlings fights guardant open variable and close Then have wee our stocatas imbrocatas mandritas puintas and puintas reversas our stramisons passatas carricadas amazzas and incartatas Phys. And what 's all this Chol. Termes in our dialect to pusle desperate ignorance Phys. What 's yours Blood My name is Blood Ayre was my father and my mother a light-heel'd madame that kept a vaulting-schoole at the signe of Virgâ— As she was one day practising a high trioâ—â— she lost her hould and fell downe into my fathers regions where had not hee kind man stopt her about tho middle shee had brake her neck against a rock of Ice that hung beneath her and Blood had not beene as he is a Dancer sir. Phys. What art skill'd in Blood Garbes and postures of the body Here 's an honour for a Lord a back-fall for a Lady and a high rising is best in an active gallant But pardonne moy monsier it doe straine a de back too mush Here 's a traverse for a nimble Lawyer A hop and skip shall raise the sonne of a Cobler well under-lay'd with pieces to the government of a province 'till over-much ambitious cutting weares him into his Last A turne above ground for a Mercuriall pick-pocket and an easie passage to destruction for him that danceth after infected wantonnesse Cum multis alijs Phys. And what 's your name Phle Phlegme mine sir. Water was my mother and she made me a Physician I was nurst by Apolloâ—s Hearbwife that dwells at the signe of the Crab and she taught me to goe backwards Phys. And what can you doe Phle Live by the inspection of excrements and draw aurum palpabile out of them Kill any one cum privilegio arâ—is I am Venus Midwife and trusted with many secrets which I never reveale but to my Apothecary when we meete at Libra to share and settle our correspondence Your Physician will serve you at your death sir. Physa Now your name Melan. I am called Melancholy I was begotten on the earth after a great drought in the time of barrennâ—sse who breeding me up hardly enabled me the better for this hungry profession I would faigne be in love but having no other mistresse I am inforc't to love mine owne humour Physa All these are humours and must be my servants What a vast bounty have the heavens given me But I must labour to preserve them regular And not exceeding their proportions Blood skipping about justles Choller Of substance or of quality for then They will be masters Disagreeing Chol. He hath stirr'd me sir and I will be angry Blood Then Phlegme must coole you Chol. Phlegme's a foole Melan. Or a Physitian Phleg. Choller you must be taken downe Chol. I le soone be up againe Provoke me no more I am adust with rage and will make you an odde number Phys. Come this agrees not with a servants duty You must subscribe to order Phlegme shall be My substitute to moderate these jarrings And if hereafter any one transgresse But in the least dissention that disturbs The quiet of my state he shall correct it Nor spare himselfe For in a government Th' offence is greatest in the instrument That hath the power to punish and in lawes The authors trespasse makes the foulest cause Recorders What admiration workes upon my sense I heaâ—e and see such objects as would make Creation doubtfull whether she were perfect Without these parts Into what strange delights I 'm hurried on the sudden ha The second Scene is here discover'd being a perspective of clouds the inmost glorious where Bellamina sits betwixt Love and Nature behind her the Bonus and Malus Genius Nat. Looke hither Thou comfort of my love that gave thee being To figure greater power See Love hath brought Thy wish a spouse of 's owne immortall race Clad in the glory of her innocence Doe not defile her yet shee 's virgin white And joyn'd unto thee that thou mayst enjoy Knowledge and vertue not thy sensuall pleasures For being linckt unto thee she is made As sensible of thy corrupted passions As thou of mortall griefes Let her direct Thy powers of appetite Shee 'l shew thee heaven And the reward of good and if thou misse The path she guides thee in thou wilâ— enforce her To share thy ruine and pervert the ends Of her eternity Which if thou tread By her directions she communicates And makes thee like her selfe She must be chang'd According to thy disposition Then let my counsaile be so deepe imprest The prosecution of 't may make thee blest Whilst the following song is singing they descend from the Scene and present Bellamina to Physander Love Fairest of all earthly things Mount thy thoughts upon the wings Of contemplation and aspire To reach at my supernall fire Whose heate shall purge thy spouse and thâ—e From all dreggs of impurity Let no falser love delight Thy sense deluding appetite To seeke out other wantons led So heaven at length shall crowne thy head The Song Descend thou fairest of all creatures Grac't with all thy heavenly features In whom all perfections shinâ— Pâ—r thou art In every part Little lesse than divine Take thy Bride and enjoy her But not with soule desires annoy her For she is white And hath no true delight But what is given From the desire of heaven Chorus Now joyne and each to other happy prove That neither â—ay Be led astray To seeke a stranger love Love and Nature returne to the Scene and it 〈◊〉 Phys. After â—y sacrifice of vowes and thankes Let me imbrace with reverence Oh my life And better soule joy hath possession taken Of all my faculties and gives a welcome To these delights Bella. Doe not abuse them then For my pure substance will admit no mixture With any thing that 's earthy lest it should Be so defil'd Together with my selfe I must bestow on thee two different servants The one is like my selfe all innocence The other 's clad in an infernall robe Of malice to us and will tempt thy frailty To loose desires from her black invention Forging aspersions on me to divert Thy love which I so prize my blisse or ruine Hath sole dependance on it If she urge Those accusations deafe thy understanding To her suggestions and informe thy reason Onely from th' other who best knowes my passions Powers and habits thou wast made for me To be my instrument and I for thee Bella. And when I doe forsake thee or infect My looser thoughts with
the Gardner likewise and attend her alwaies when shee goes to pluck a Rose My Mistresse Cloaca had a very stinking breath before Misackmos perfum'd her and she is now growne lesse common then when her imperfections lay open When you will use me sir you shall alwaies have me under your nose Phys. And what 's yours Taste Tasting mine sir. I am my Ladies Cooke and King of the Kitchin where I rule the roast command imperiously and am a very tyrant in my office My Subjects being all Souldiers are dâ—ily encounter'd by most fierce stomacks and never return'd but maym'd and dismember'd Brawne Beefe and Porke are alwaies muster'd in the van and bring up Veale Mutton Minc'tpye Goose Turkie Duck and so forth I have a sort of cowardly Custards borne in the City but bred up at Court that quake for feare yet are as valiant in suffering as the rest and are all overcome even by the women with much noise I then send forth a fresh supply of Rabits Pheasant Kid Partridge Quaile Larke Plover Tele Tarts c. With a French troope of Pulpatoones Mackaroones Kickshawes grand and excellent The battaile ended I survey the field and those whom I find untoucht I place in garrison in my larder the rest endure a new and fierce assault by the valiant Serving-men I then repairs my broken army see their overthrow at supper drinke my selfe drunke goe to bed and my that dayes fury 's over I le bee your servant sir in spight of your teeth Phys. Now yours Touch. Touching mine I am my Ladies Gentleman-usher and kill Spiders for her Monkey I am alwaies her foreman in publike â—nd sometimes in private which makes way for mee to her favour in reversion if shee survive two or three defective husbands and her yet uncloy'd appetite can pretend an expectation of issue Meane time a handâ—ull of â—ringoes and a little tickling wâ—ds me and the waiting women in her closet with more vowes and protestations then a wanting gallant makes when he borrowes mony Wee will conduct my Lady to her Bowre where shee prepares to entertaine you Exit Phys. Me thinkes I am transform'd into a happinesse Cannot be figur d. It before enjoying The expectation can beget such blisse What will possession Phleg. Shall I question you sir Cooke Taste Quâ—stionlesse a Cooke can answer a Physition Phleg. What Physicall observations have you in your sawces and condiments Shall I instruct you Taste I thanke you sir. My method is to dresse Phesant Partridge and Coney for Lords but their Ladies many times make the sawce The waiting women are fed with Wagtailes I prepare tongues for Lawyers most commonly Woodcocks for Aldermens Heires and Puddings for costive Citizens whose wives must have flesh of a Court-dressing or their bellies will never bee full Your projectors feed upon Calves-braines and your students upon innocent Mutton Chol. I hope sir our after familiarity will bee the often taking downe of Choller 's stomack Wee should agree well we both love fire Tast. And Choller shall not want his Brawne whilst Cookery and Winter feasts last I must in and looke to my roste of which at dinner you shall most plentifully taste Exit Phys. I am enflam'd My appetite begins To burne with hot desires and if protraction Delay their satisfying they 'l consume Themselves and me Mal. G. She comes these sounds forerunne her During the following Song the third Scene is discover'd being a pleasant arbour with perspectives behind it of a magnifique building in the midst thereof Sensuality sits The Song Flow â—low delight And pleasures swell to height Drowne every eye with joyfull teares And fill the eares With sounds harmonious as the spheares Let every sense be ravisht quite With a large fulnesse of delight Chorus Ioyne all yee instruments of pleasure And from th' abundance of your treasure Chuse out one t' enrich this bowre And make the Mistresse of this paramour Phys. Elysium sure is here and that eternity I lately dream't of Sens. Let mine eyes first gaze Vpon his figure 'T is a heavenly creature And worthy my embraces I have yet Converst with earthy shapes the baser issue Of that grosse element but here 's a forme Mingled with fire that moves the soule of sense And kindles passion in me What was she Durst ayme to prepossesse her selfe of him My mouth can onely challenge Welcome sir. If my expressions suit not entertainment Of such a guest creation must be blam'd That gave none other for what ere in nature Is found that can affect you here 't is stor'd And shall be aâ—l exhausted to declare How much I love you Phys. You in throne me Lady In happinesse above the difference Of that may bâ—th can boast You make me perfect And every touch of this delicious hand Châ—â—kâ— lip immortallize me Sens. O'pe my treasury And let it waste to emptinesse Wilt please Thine eyes Wee 'l mount a Chariot made of diamonds Whoâ—e lights reflexion shall create a day In the Câ—mmerian valleis From some height We will survey the earth and where weake beames Cannot extend themselves wee 'l have an optick Shall show us in an instant all the hemispheare Wee 'l see the faire Arcadian Virgins hunt In their Parthenian groves Wee 'l count the beasts Lurke in Hucanias dens number the pines That crowne Lycaus Phys. You are the onely object Mine eyes would gaze at Sens. Would thine cares be blest With pleasing sounds The ayery Choristers Shall straine their throats by art and harmony Call downe the spheares to make her consort up Phys. Your words are onely musick Sens. For thy smell Saba shall be translated where thou go'st And strew thy path with spices Panthers skins Shall be thy couch and amber pave the floore Where thy foot treads This breath's perfume enough To create a Phoenix Wouldst delight thy taste Then Samlan Peacocks and Ambracian Kiddâ— Henns of Numidia Phesants Phenicopters Taâ—telâ—an Lamprayes Eels of Benacus Cockles of Lucâ—ne Eleusinian Plaise Shall fill thy dish and thousand changes more To whâ—t new appetite Shalt drink no wine But what â—alâ—râ—us or Calabrian Aulon Yâ—eld from their grapes Phys This kisse is more then Nectar Sens. Shalt sleep upon a bed of purest down Driven from white necks of Caysters Swans And Peneus parâ—owes With Assyrian silkes 〈◊〉 cloath â—hy body Phys. But this touch is softer You â—avish me with joâ—es beyond expression Chol. Why this is rare I am not angry Blood I am very joyfull this tickles me Phle And mak's me young Mel. And me merry Tast. Now my â—icenâ—iate murderer what say you to a dish of gluttony will bread the gout in a Lord before a begger can break his fast with it Are not we cookes good instruments who together with an Hospitall of sinne cause diseases faster then you can cure them Sens. A livelyer musick come sweet heart wee 'l dance A familiar Countrey dance How doth my sweetheart like it I doe not with an Oâ—conomick strictnesse Observe my