Company One Glance of him as he past by th' other day Broke the Kings Draught which a Cubit-Cup could Nere do See see here he comes with as many Enter Pallantus Patches and such like properties as would Furnish a Casheerd Companie to beg with Sure he was Scar-Bearer to some Armie Let 's observe it what it does look look its Pleas'd with the Hangings Poly. He cannot be thus By Nature nor by Accident ' has studied To appear horrid Mene. Danger is not so Dreadfull in it self as it shewes in him Com. Well I cannot forbear I must enter Parley with it What Rare things shall I know If I can get it speak I 'le enquire the fortune O' th' Kingdome for the next thousand Yeares That 's not worth the asking I 'le enquire when The Dissolution of the World shall be And where it's Treasure lies He cannot choose But know the very Heart o' th' Earth If I Can't perswade I 'le Conjure something from him Bo Bull-begger What art thou Who let thee loose Where is any Gold hid My feares were just Nothing but a Charm will do 't Anaell Maâ—fo Rachimas Thulnear Vemoby Savâ—an Vernesa Elty Famelron Ausculta obtempora madatis meis This was not terrible enough it must be More powerful yet I adjure thee by those Bootes Thy Velvet Eye the Taylors work about thee Pall Peace Fool the King will hear and thou 't be Whipt for bawling Com. Prethee good Devill something Exit Pallantus O' th' other World Mene. Ha ha ha Poly. I hope 't has Satisfied your Curiosity Comastes ha ha ha Com. Nay I 'le not leave him thus be baffl'd by A Goblin I 'le follow it to the place Where it shakes the Chain that 's certain Exit Comastes Men Ha ha ha Come let 's see the End o' th' Conjuration Exaunt Omnes Enter King and Timeus King But these are things for the following Age Timeus we are hedg'd in beyond all fear If Loyalty can prove destructive there is Yet some danger Time Because you see a Calm enwrap all round About you you conceive 't will be as Lasting As 't is Pleasing Tempests Sir may contradict you Even while you think so Evils are silent now Not done away they Couch and lie in-wait Sedition walks with Clawes bow'd in and a Close Mouth Which onely she keeps for Opportunity Of Prey Y' are not to suppose that all Shut Eyes Do sleep they are ne'er more watchful than when thus They counterfeit neglect securely they Pry into the Depth of things by seeming Not to observe the Face and Out-side Your Ruine yet appears not and you think Because it Lurks y' are Safe Enemies Reconcil'd are like Wilde-Beasts brought up to hand Th 'ave more Advantage given them to do Mischief King Can the Urnes quicken their Ashes into Souldiers Can the Graves and Tombs send forth a Race Of Enemies From those that Live we are safe They have no will to hurt us and those that Sleep in the forgotten Dust cannot There 's Nothing remaining to our Care but to Give thanks the gods are favourable and if We could be grateful our Felicity And safety were both summ'd and perfect I tell Thee often thou let'st thy best dayes pass Without receiving of that Fruit that should Be crop'd from 'em I did expect thou should'st Have urg'd me to thy Nuptials such Cares Befit thee best how the Triumphs should be Ordered and Hymen's Torch well lighted Time Pray Heaven no other Flames break out But such as Mirth shew forth But Sir I must Be bold to tell you a few flattering Lords Guild o'er the Defects and Ruines of your State They make you call a Lethargie Security And that a Kingdome which like to Childrens Houses on the Sand rear'd up in Sport and Toying will become a Prey unto the Wave That first approaches it They can perhaps Judge well of Meats and Wines good Table-States men Souldiers at a Banquet strong to overcome A Charger or a Goblet but Kingdomes Safeties are not ow'd unto the Palat And the stomack if these were State-Affairs Your Councel were most sound and every Breast A Synod If Musick could now raise Walls And Cityes as of Old your Realm would be Impregnable King Hast thou yet done Not all The Ghosts that I have made have been thus Cruel To me nor at yet their Graves have threatn'd Half these Evils Thy Mothers Labour was A Conception to the pains thou hourly Bring'st upon me Time Sir I am sorry Yet 'T was my Love that so did dictate to me My desire that your sports might follow one Another and succeed so just that they Might seem to bring the season on and not The season them that thus they might continue Ever but 't was then that they might continue And not fail by Treason But Sir I will No more I shall hereafter think 't more Piety Hand in hand to fall in Perils with you Than my self to bring them King What would'st thou have The Power I have is wholly thine If that I never did deny was not thought given Now I do Use all the Means thou wilt by Lawes Or our Prerogative to remove thy fears Time Sir I thank you humbly thus Low I thank you Nor will I in a Complement return You back this Power till I have made you safe I shall work like a Resolute but skilful Surgeon that dares feel and search a Wound And if he find Dead-flesh dares cut it off Exeunt Omnes Or more Corruption will not spare a Limb Enter Clearchus habited like a Flamen Aratus Haimantus and Pallantus Ara. My Lord Cupid put his Hood-wink on you Heuses to Aime with and then you could not Miss the Mark I fear the second View will not Prove so Ravishing The most Excellent Things Scarce please twice Clear My Lord think not so For were the World dark about her or I blind To all things else in Her I could find Variety enough and so long as Her Beauties were not Eclips'd I could not Envy him that were so plac't as to behold The World as in a Map Ara. These Habits then My Lord will secure your Visite Me thinks Your Highness becomes them Rarely well Y' are a Person now most Sacro-sanct Twice Holy made so by your Dignity And Order We 'll go before Sir and inform The Princess of your Coming You 'll draw less Suspicion likewise if you walk alone Exeunt all but Clearchus Clear The King of Crete is a Usurper His Son 's a Villain by their Masters Blood They have reach'd the Diadem and by The Violation of his Daughter Seek to support their Greatness but this last Evil is still i' th' Forge not yet Compleated And the fair Princess looks on her Destin'd Nuptials as her Rape her Lover as her Murtherer Fates I hope have in their Blest Decrees Writme the Rescuer of this Royal Virgin The VVinner and the VVearer of this Jewel And neither the Error that threw me Unawares upon her close
Greatness is the Centre Of all happiness and felicity Like our Lands at first is ty'd to the Crown Kings comes near unto the Gods and are like them Both in power and pleasure do command all Enjoy all are miserable onely in having Of too much and wanting what to wish for Theirs is the dazling happyness 'T is idle Therefore to prefer Private joyes before The Crown-pleasures The King may throw by his Greatness when he please and be poorly happy But the Begger will nere sigh unto a Scepter King Why I Polyander ther 's some life in this A little heaven even in the apprehension Aratus art not thou of this opinion Ara. Not I Sir nor of my Lord the Fools there Kings are more miserable than they seem Happy flatter'd by themselves and others Into a joy that is not and what they feel They rather do imagine than find so Yet I grant too a King may be happy But not then as a King Felicity Is a Purchase and no Inheritance Nor has the Prerogative more than one life In 't ever it dyes still with the Buyer Troubles are the good Kings profession In the Wars the first Dart is thrown at him Where oft times his happyness is in a Glorious death or perhaps his God-like Raies Are pluck'd from him by some accursed hand And so falls less happy being after Vainly wish'd so by a poor revenge he Knows not Com. Very Grave and unseasonable Thus your Lord-ship gets the reputation Of Singularity which the Vulgar Suspect to be Wisdom Ara. Sir you see How this place and my freenes are injur'd King Mirth onely mirth Aratus He means Thy speech would better have become a Councel Than a Banquet Timeus welcome Nay Keep your seats Would thou had'st been partaker Enter Timeus Of our Mirth Time Sir when my actions or my age Shall make me worthy of your ease and pleasures I shall be a thankfull sharer but till then Your Troubles will become me better than Your Sports and Cares will sit more lovely on My Brow than Roses Sir those that are about you Seek to drown your Vertues Ara. Your Highnesse meanes None here Time I name none here my Lord King Nay Timeus Thou nere look'st friendly on our pleasures Time I must confesse Sir I had rather see you Bloudy than thus Wet nor are my Wishes Impious Polyander Poly. My Lord Time How basely that Smile became thee I had Rather thou had'st answer'd me with a Blow Than such a Look I thought to have ask't thee Something but I see thou art unworthy Of a brave Demand Thy Skill lies onely In the Curiosity of a Meal To say at the first touch o' th' tongue this is A Chian this a Falernian Wine Streight by the colour of the flesh to know Whether the foul were cram'd or whether fed Prethee Polyander how sat the Wind When this Bore was slain Were not these Apples Pull'd the Moon Encreasing Degenerate I have seen thee put thy face into a Frown And were 't so constant in that look as if Thou had'st no other Poly Sir when you shall find Or make a cause I 'le put them on again Here they 'l but sour the Entertainment Com. You see my Lord they are not drownd they live Still under water Time Like thine Beast King Prethee Timeus let us enjoy our Mirth While the Gods give it the time will come That we shall wish for it and not have it On my Conscience thou could'st be content To have Enemies onely that thou might'st cut 'em off Time I am sorry Sir if I have offended Against your Mirth it was not my intent I came to bring you News King News What is 't Good Time 'T is as you shall esteem of 't Sir There 's A Stranger Prince ariv'd King Hither Time Yes Sir His Visit 's forc't by a Storm as he pretends King What ere the Occasion is he shall be Welcome The time 's far spent Aratus it Shall be thy Employment From us fairly Salute the Prince and tell him though the Seas Have been Unfriendly the Land shall Court him Ara. Great Sir you highly Honour me Phro So now we have time to speak What think'st thou Exeunt all but Aratus Phronimus and Eurylochus Aratus of these passages Arat. Well bravely well Eury. Your speech strook desperately at the King He will not swallow it without some touch of jealousie Ara. 'T is no matter He cannot crosse us now We have not tan'e so many yeares to build A Work up and then to have it ruin'd With a push No he that will shake 't must first Overthrow a Kingdome a Prince a Law so large The Extents are Nere did Plot thrive like it It has infected with the Holy Sore The greatest part o' th' Realm and catches daily Like some Unheard of New Opinions Streightned at first and prison'd in the brests Of two or three gain strength by Time and Eares And daily fed by curiosity Thrust out at last the Old and most Receiv'd And grow the whole Religion of the Place When we have call'd our Party forth the Work Will seem done the thin Numbers that are left Not deserving the Name of Enemies The Tyrant then will see himself no more A King but onely the Wretched Cause of Warre His Power being ravisht from him Phr. While the fruit 's thus ripe why doe we let it grow Eury. And spoil perhaps Arat. We will no longer onely A little Ceremony detaines us To Crown our King that past our actions With our thoughts shall then contend in swiftnesse Phro How sped your visit to the young Prince Arat. Most happily O had you seen with me The Dear Cause of this our Danger how Cheap Would you have thought the Greatest for his Sake And stood contemning Life thinking your bloud Ill-stored within your veines when that his service Call'd it sure 't was some such Shape and Sweetness Which first slav'd men and gain'd a Rule before there was A Kingdome Eury. You forget your Message to the Prince Arat. 'T is true pray bear me Company we may get thankes For our Complement another day Exeunt Omnes Enter Harpastes Harp Devill whether wilt thou hurle me The Ship Sunk under so much Ill nor can the Earth Bear us both together the greatest Hills Presse not her face with half that Load one thought Of Goodnesse made me lighter than the Waves And in an instant taught me how to swim Enter Melampus to him Melampus Melam Harpastes Harp Are we onely scap't Melam I hope so Harp Then the Storm has plaid the Hangman And sav'd us Innocent Melam Innocent What 's that It has sav'd us so much labour and a broken head perhaps Harp The Wrack was great and full of horror Melam How the rogues pray'd and roar'd above the Waves Vow'd whole heards of Off rings for their safety But Neptune sav'd 'em Charges and took the Verier Beasts Harp We scapt miraculously Melam I hope you 'l burn no Bullocks to the
well Melissa but I fear My Solicitude and Care are too great To admit a perfect Joy A Tumult and noyse of Weapons are heard at the Door Within Stand stand Clea. Within Gentlemen stirre not if you 'l save your Lives We come to serve the Princesse Enter Clearchus Pallantus and Haimantus with their Swords drawn Clear Madam y' are safe fear nothing If you please To put your self into our protection You may for ever bid a farewell to This your Hated Prison My Lord Pallantus Guard the Princesse and make the Retreat with All the Speed you can The Honour of bringing up The Rear in this Action I can impart to none Within Arme arme arme The Princesse and Melissa goe off with Clearchus and his Party a tumultuous Noyse of fighting continues for some time after Then enter at another door as in sight Timeus and his Party who are beaten back by Clearchus and his Party Timeus is struck to the ground by Clearchus but rescued by his followers which done Clearchus retires Orderly and the rest remain Enter Polyander to them Poly. On the ground my Lord Time Lower and baser yet Viler in my Condition Polyander Than this my Posture Affronted baffl'd scorn'd Wounded by Traitors and by Dishonour Deeper The Princesse in my very sight Born from me Poly. My Lord these Wrongs dictate Revenge And not Complaints shew your Resentments with Your Sword And let what you Have call your thoughts To it and not what you have lost Time Lead on Exeunt Omnes CHORUS While He that should be Eye and Ear Through Sloth doth neither See nor Hear Behold like Thunder comes a Sound Which doth at once Amaze and Wound That Dart sure hits which Clouds did hide And safely Kills 'cause Undescri'd Where Dangers urge he that is slow Takes from Himself and adds to 's Foe Th' are come beyond a Whisper now And boldly dare proclaim their Vow When the Prey 's sure to shew the Snare Begets not Counsel but Despair Like Lightning it awakes the Sence Onely to see and grow Blind thence 'T is Love not Faction where the Good Conspire to spill Usurping Blood ACTUS 4. SCENA 1. Aratus and Pallantus are discovered sitting at a Table with Pen Ink Paper and Mathematical Instruments before them Aratus BEsides this great Work we must have two less On either hand of it and which must first Be made no less to secure the Work in doing Than when 't is done two common Horn-Works Will be sufficient for this purpose Would they Were finish'd Pall My Lord commit the Charge of 'em To me I 'll both hasten the labour and stand Upon the Guard till they be done Enter Clearchus and Hianthe to them Hian. Do you hear the Rumour my Lords Ara. No Madam What is 't What Fatal Check can our Affairs Hianthe answers not presently as one troubled at what they are to utter Receive that it should want a Tongue to speak it VVhich hitherto have been so prosperous so sull Of fresh successes that our whole Councels Have been imploy'd but how to Entertain And make best Uses of 'em Hian. 'T is reported That the King 's taken Ara. Horror and Amazement Seize me on the bare Relation But such A Prodigie cannot be So Divine A Person was never thrown away so Cheaply Though the Gods abound in all Goodness They never Lightly yet Esteem'd of any That were not to shew their Plenty but their Contempt of Vertues Excellent Lady Say the Particulars of this Report VVas there any of the Kings Age made mention of Hian. No the Account we have is this That two Lords That were in their passage to raise Forces Are taken by a Troop of Horse of the Adverse Party My Brother being yet In his Disguise and not known is conceiv'd To have past for one of their followers They stand all silent for a time as confounded with the belief of this relation Pall. first recovers and speaks the following speech as to himself Pall VVhere are all our Great words now Those Mighty sounds which made a trembling in the Aire And caus'd no less a deafness with their fall Than if Thunder the Voyce of Heaven were turn'd Articulate and spoke the Threats of Jove Unto the VVord Chang'd to as great a Silence Such when a Tempest ceases is the Calm That followes no noise is heard as if the VVinds VVith Blasts were Breathless grown and the Seas Sate down and after so much Toyl required Ease But a True and Noble Spirit ought not To sink under Misfortune but bear up The stronger and if the state be Desperate To attempt VVaies as Desperate to Change it No Action can be counted Folly VVhere no Counsel can be given for Any Rashness is Bravery or VVisdome then when The Best Hope is but Destruction I will do Something And where the gods have given a Will We ought not in their Service to sit still Exit Pallantus Hian. I was born and bred up in Miseries And the Misfortunes I have past were not To excuse my following Age from more But to prepare me onely to suffer Greater yet and stranger Clear My Lord Recollect your self This Newes may be false and all The Danger the King is in may be from your believing it Give not your self cause to mourn hereafter All perish'd on a Mistake If that this The worst of Evils be befalln yet It ought not to be the reason of your Neglect but greater Care and Vigilance Though much be Lost yet that Remains may well Expect your best Thoughts to it Look upon That Lady too much swallowed up in Grief Through our so low Dejection If you have Lost a King consider in Her y 'ave still A Queen and such a One as for whose Service You would not think your dearest blood too precious Were it not frozen with your present sorrowes Ara. My Lord I thank you and will follow your Advise Pardon my Amazement and if I seem'd dead when the life of all my Actions Was taken from me Yet 't was not a Slumber I was lost in but a Confusion of Various thoughts not knowing which to follow Till your Highness pointed me one forth We 'll act something now so speedily that They shall not have leave to put an ill Design In practise Madam revive your gentle Spirits happyer things attend you than now You know or hope for The Newes Hian. VVhat Newes my Lord Ara. Such as is not to be nam'd Enter a Serv. who Delivers Ara. a letter which he opens hastily VVithout a Sacrifice O see Madam Though we have lost we are not yet Undone There 's a Check but not a Total Ruine Of our Fortunes The King Paronimus and Eurylochus are all safe and never Were in Danger this Night they will be here With their full Power Hian. My joyes are then restor'd me I shall see my Brother Clear My Lord who are they Are taken and have given occasion for This Mistake Ara. Two that stood boldly for our Party
More besides their Name 's there and that they were Honest I cannot now instruct your Highness You may perceive they which have no such Cause Of joy as we have do lament them much We shall have a time too I doubt not both To mourn and revenge their fall In the mean time Let 'em rest in Peace and Honour Such a Farewel were I in their Condition I should have expected They have onely Out-stript us in the payment of a Debt We all owe unto our Master ours is Due Though yet not call'd for Come Madam we must Prepare to meet the King and after that what E'er our souls can wish for But where 's Pallantus absent from this happy Newes Ser. He went forth my Lord a little before The arrival of the Letters Ara. We shall meet him Joyes of this nature will never come too late Exeunt Omnes Enter the King and Timeus Time Sir though there are Troubles in your Affairs Let none be in your Countenance Your Eyes Should like those blessed Twin-fires upon the Ship Display a Prosperous Flame a light of Joy And Comfort round about that they which toil In the Rage and Fury of this Tempest May from thence fore-see a Calm and nourish Hopes of safety Thus you wrong your Power Destroying it your self 'cause others would The Souldier groans just as you groan their pulses Have the same Motion and their Hearts do beat Both Hope and Fear according as yours doth All Omen comes from you your Passion is not A single Sadness 't is the Peoples too When you confess a Fear none dares be Bold Courage is thought a Folly not a Vertue Your Mirth were now Discretion and a Face Chearful as at a Feast were Policy 'T would be one kind of Succour King Timeus I thank thee But these Joyes come from Above And are not to be taken when we please No Man can pronounce He will be happy Yet I will struggle with my Thoughts and strive To recover the Peace that 's fled from me But let not this thing Discomfort you Perhaps 't is a course of Humours onely And a little Physick may remove it Time With the Comfort and hope of this I 'll leave You Sir And if the Genius that attends Your Person smile upon us no other Evil shall dismay us Shall I bear any Commands from you to the Camp King Onely my Salutations The Charge of all Do thou take upon thee To morrow if This Fit leave me I 'll visit you How every thing is irksome to me Clouds Exit Timeus And Darknesse are before my Eyes All things dissenting one from the other Yet Conspire in this that they present Death To my View I have that Idle Comfort Onely left That he that Despaires of All Ought to fear Nothing When things cannot grow worse All fortune then is on His Side that Suffers But my Injustice seconded with Murder Doe forbid Successe A Kingdome rear'd in Bloud Stands on a Slipperie Foundation And I have been nourish'd in Peace thus long That being grown Specious and Great I may At last fall a Sacrifice worth Slaughter Thoughts urge Thoughts Suspition gets Suspition Horror Horror I have not that small Settlednesse Of Mind as to think one thing twice Were I But Innocent I would provoke Misfortune Call for Fate with as undaunted Courage As the Lord and Ruler of it doth Hold An uproar at the door Pallantus rushes in and wounds the King the Guard follow on him I command you hold What a Nothing 't is That I have thus much Fear'd and labour'd To escape when 't was my Good Childishly Dreading every Thought of Cure then most Offended When my Health was near How Well I am After this Little Wound Quiet of Mind And Peace of Conscience those Bless'd Companions Begin to return unto me I see Nothing but bloud can appease bloud in Sacrifice That to the Guiltie there 's no Ease but Death No Mercy like the Crosse Oh! Hold in your Rage As the King shewes signes of weaknesse through his wound the Guard make offer to kill Pallantus Have yee not alreadie acted Mischeifes Enough by my Command but yee must Voluntarilie thrust your selves on more Y' are deceiv'd though I have been hitherto A Tyrant now I am Mercifull and would Gladly behold things Just and Innocent Cap. He faints The Villain must not live King I Command you hold My Power is yet Good You are the Villaines the True Causers of This my Miserie and you should Lay Hands Upon your selves How Ridiculous is this Your Furie Suppose I should give way To your Desires what were you the Safer Or I the Better You would have One Foe Lesse And I one Sinne more that am alreadie Loaden Does not my Judgement affright you Rather I was not onely Guiltie your Hands were dipt in the same Bloud with mine nay Oft perform'd such Deeds I onely durst but Wish Had I given you my Commission Obedience Here would not have Excus'd you Your Loyaltie To Me was but at Best a Broken Faith Unto another and when Yee observ'd It most Yee were most Perjur'd What can Yee expect Yee see when I was Guarded By an Host was thought Secure from what the Power of Earth or Men could doe unto me One Man as I may say One Handfull of That Earth broke through all my Safeties and with A Single Arme has forc'd what a Million Could not keep and when no Humane Meanes was found Yet there was a Miracle to Conquer me The Guard releâ—â— To you I turn now no more my Terror In Return of this Favour you have found Shew the like to These and Others that shall Be guiltie of that Name Of Friends to Me Though You are Nothing yet this Deed will make You Powerfull and You that have given them All May demand back so Small a Part. Now you have been so much my Enemie Change something to a Friend How Vainlie I take Care for Lesser things neglecting My Chief Concernments O my Timeus O my Poor Eudora Leave me not yet my Soul Thou can'st not mount untill the Load be taken From thy Wing Thou could'st inhabit here When it was Hell now it is Paradise O stay and dwell He dies and the Guard run and bear up his body Pall Though the Fall be Great it cannot shake me When I know 't is Just The Malefactors Penitence takes not the Justice of his Doom away though He be Chang'd That remaines Unstain'd He may die with Pitty but not With Innocence They mind me not I 'le take This Advantage of their Sorrow for my Escape I will not trust their Obedience To a Dead Command Cap. Leave your sad Embraces Exit Pallantus They 'l bring no Comfort to you though you persist In 'em till you are such as this you hold This ground of Sorrow will afford a perpetuall Supply of Moisture which your Eyes like Sunnes May draw up and pour down for ever but Never exhale a Satisfaction to you Let us
Bloud Within me Pal. O say not so Forbeare at length To prophane the Divine Goodnesse that dwels In you It is a Sin though You Your self Commit it Shall Self-Slaughter be held a Sin A Self-Slander not be Noted as a Greater Crime If the first be Murder So much the Soul 's more Excellent than the Body That the Last must be held a Sacriledge a kind of Blaspheming of the Deity dwels in us Take heed while you would rather Dye than bear A Staine you pull not the Greatest on you By avoiding it Eud. They that will preserve A pure and Spotlesse Soul must punish even The least Affinity in themselves to Sin Pal. Be yet advised They that too Nicely Create Sin where t is not Condemn their Innocence When their Judgment 's Faulty Eud. Why do you thus Reward me Good for Evill VVhy would you VVith-hold me from Perishing Justly That sought to sink you in all your Innocence Could my Imprecations have drove you To Destruction I had had but the End I aimd at Pal. Y' are still a Judge too Cruell To your Self All those Imprecations I deserv'd as I then shew'd to you But doe you Ask Why I would save you from Destruction O you have set too High a Prize Happinesse in That your Question unlesse Your Bountie too would shew the Way that we Might Hope to Effect it How should I despise The proudest Honours that attend the Sword In which Robbers and Ruffians may be Sharers With me to win a Glory so perfectlie Illustrious And could I bestow So Matchlesse and Divine a Benefit As Your Preservation on the World People would stile me God! And though from the Earth I took my Being with the Noblest of The Ancient Heroes they 'd fix my Name in Heaven Invest me with Diadem of Starres And Robe of Immortallitie And what is it That Obstructs this Blessing to the World and Me If I look upon your Innocence I read a Book in which not onely a Few Finite Yeares are writ but see an Age Drawn out to all Eternitie If on your Losse of State no Injurie of the World No Shock of Fortune can diminish A True Greatnesse That which was your Own Is still On you and sets you forth th' Example And Adoration both of the Present And the Future World Is it then last Your Losse of Friends or all these joyn'd together That withholds this Blessing we would so Dearly Purchase What is there in your Condition That is not to be paralleld in Others Look upon my Misfortunes and you shall find A perfect Sceme of all your Saddest Evils I lost as you have done a Father a King The Second Hopes unto a Crown the Joyes And Glory which doe wait on these Nay more By you I lost them Remember what your Righ Hand your Father and your Brother did Take from me what your Left their Ministers And Servants Learn then a Strength of me that Is the Worst Name for it to bear a Change Of Fortune And pardon a Fathers Death Let the Innocence of Mine excuse my Violence to yours We are the Wretched'st Two Alive made so by Our Selves and can be Onely Happy in Our Selves No Beam of Joy yet No breaking of a Raie of Comfort From these Clouds of Sadnesse No Dancing After this Long Night of Sorrow Madam Yet look up Though hitherto my Comforts Have been Air and unable to remove The weight of Grief oppresses you yet here 's One remaining I dare pronounce will prove Successfull Vouchsafe to cast an Eye upon this Paper That beares the Characters of your Living Brother and other Friends He gives Her a Paper Eud. It is not so It cannot it must not be Your Safeties Will not Suffer this if the Sword of Warre Have spar'd him That of Policie hath Cut him off Forbear to Mock me thus such Delusions Drive my Sorrowes to Distraction Pall Madam He lives and with him all the Rest whose Names Are there Subscrib'd nor is there more than One Could you but pardon that of any Note Has lost a Life by these Late Troubles Think not I have mock'd you with a Deceitfull Shew I know to have given you Happinesse As you imagine had been Twice onely To have Snatch'd it from you I shall say no more To you But Live as you find the Hopes true I have promist you And believe when I Spoken this my Life my Honour all that I possesse and all that can be added To me are a Gage Short to that I have given you And till I present your Brother in Safetie To you I 'le never presse to enjoy again The Heaven of Looking on you Rod Madam clear Exit Pallantus Your Spirits yet at last from these Clouds Of Discontent Many Noble Comforts Court you on ev'ry Side make a Truce With Your Sorrowes but till you see the Issue Of 'em Eud. I shall at least so far as till I have prov'd this One that 's promist me Exeunt Omnes Enter Cleander Hianthe Clearchus Aratus Haimantus Phronimus and Eurilochus Shouts of the People as they Enter People Jove Neptune Apollo all the Powers That favour Crete preserve and blesse the King Clean Through the Happinesse of my People May I know no other Joy or Blisse but what First passes you the Middle-Way of Blessings Between the Gods and Me People The Gods preserve Your Majestie Enter Pallantus and Kneeles and kisses the Kings Hand Pall Sir I humbly crave your Pardon That thus tardily after the People And your Enemies I present my Dutie To you and wish you Happinesse King I cannot Be deceiv'd thou must be th' Inimitable Matchlesse not to be Counterfeited or Resembl'd Great Pallantus Whom as none Can Reach to in a Noble Action so none Can Equall in a Gallant Presence Nor Doe I wonder to see the Change wrought in thee Thy Deed hath thus Transform'd thee It sits upon Thy Brow and casts a Glorie round about Thy Face Ara. Me thinks till this Day the Times had Likewise a Vizor on a Look'd not with A True Face before Sir you shall hourly see New Graces and New Glories break forth from him Pall My Lord you promise too Highlie for me Ara. Thou look'st sadlie after all thy Honours King So my-thoughts What can be the Cause Can He That has given a Nation Happinesse want it Himself Speak thy Discontent If it lie not In my own Power to Remedie I 'le Sacrifice In thy behalf Pall Sir low as the Earth I bow To you But that which is my Grief will be No longer mine alone than while I doe Conceal it 't is a Disease that all Good Men Will catch with the first Fancie and Conceit Justice could never yet with all her Care So carve out her Punishment but that the Innocent Were Wounded with the Stroke and felt the Judgement Of anothers Sin While with her Sword She Cuts off the Offending Parent the Child Is made an Orphan in the Cradle and mourns In after daies the Crime he
the Compasse Of a Subjects Asking Be not Deceiv'd You were not so Safe in your Own Raign As in your Enemies The State is not Translated from one Tyrannie to another But a Prince governes now which is a Name Of Mercy as well as Power which He truly Knowes And in his first Deeds desires to shew on you He does not think he 's then like Jove when he can Thunder but when he can shoure down Blessings On a Nation Not when he is the Voyce Of Death but when he sits Harmlesse with the Power Of Death about him Revenge Torments Executions are not the Attributes Of a King but a Destruction He Rivals not The Immortall Powers in Temples Statues Adoration but in Transcendent Vertues Divine Performances the Saving Helping Qualities not the Stern and Awefull Are the Steps by which he Climbes above the Heads O' th' people and appeares a God on Earth Time Why should I be a Stranger to these Vertues More then this man I was not born for Lesse Things Then He Certainlie when Nature made this Frame She intended it for the Noblest purposes Pall What doe you yet Resolve or Demand further He mindes not what Pallantus sayes but continues his meditation Time How my Soul 's Acquainted with these Excellent Precepts though it have been ever Kept A Stranger to 'em how it approves consents Takes part with 'em at first hearing even winding And twisting with 'em as if its Highest Good Were in their Fellowship Pall If you have no more To Ask or Hope for hear what is Freely Offer'd to you Your Lives in the first place Are granted you In the next your Fortunes Honours in a word whatever with Justice You can call yours Why look you Wildlie at this Gift Of Grace It is no Wonder to the Giver Of it nor them which live about him though The Consequence may seem Dangerous ' I were not worthie the High Name of his Vertue If either the Perill or Offence were Lesse And 't is but a Mean Expression of his Goodnesse to say His Enemies were Courted To Live by him But presentlie you 'l think This Offer'd Mercie is not to Save you But to Deferre your Death A Vain Thought When can it be done more Justlie Or more Safely Y' are as farre from those to Pittie you As to Help you None but Himself has any Care Of you 'T is true there is a Lady that had A share in you but Injuriously You threw her off nor can you claim an Interest When you have Neglected Her in all her Miseries Not in your Flight your Articles no not In your Thoughts provided for Her And had She not fallen into the Hands of Enemies That were Servants too to Honour You had Thrown away a Jewel that had a First Esteem Even among the Gods Time O Sir you have undermin'd My pride and remov'd me from that Advantage-Ground I stood on to my Own Low Pitch These your Last Words come Near unto me and make me With Reverence believe all that you have spoken Your Vertues before did onely stir my Hate And Envie but this Deed has taught me Admire you Nor can I doubt there is a want of any Honour When you have shewn such Noble Care in preserving A Distressed Virgin whom I durst not think of Least I should think too of Dishonour Pall Sir keep your Transportation to your self We doe not think Our Selves such High Deservers In doing that which Barbarous People Would have done They which would have burnt the Temples Would have Knelt to Her and what Duties their Want of Faith deni'd unto the Altars So Visible an Image of the Deitie Would have call'd from 'em Think you we could desire To save such Enemies as you and not Adore an Enemie of Her Vertues Time Give me not Scorn and Honour in the same breath You cannot so Nicelie so Abstractedlie Conferre a Benefit on the Unfortunate Eudora but it will Reflect on me Your Words besides with a kind of God-like Power have remov'd not onely my Despaires And troubles but like Heavens Lightning shot into My Soul has torn me from my self burnt and Consum'd all that was Vitious and Corrupt Within me Be not then Unlike the Powers You have yet resembl'd to scorn the Person That your Grace Converted Pall All Vertues crown'd With Happinesse flourish in Timeus I meet you to the fullest of your Wishes And believe as my Bodie is now One They imbrace With yours my Soul is no lesse joyn'd I perfectlie Forgive whatever you Have done to me Forget what I have done To You. Next believe with This I throw away All Danger that does threaten you In the last place He casts away the poyson Exeunt all but Comastes Follow me whether I shall Lead you Com. I breath am warm alive all over feel smell hear but when I look on * Thee I thank God I taste not I see too and more particularlie that 't is not Death but a Dream of Death onely that hangs on me Some ill Vapours of the Spleen bred from Noise of Warre hearing of Murders Varietie of Danger and no Feasting The King my bountifull and loving Master was kill'd suddainlie his Son deserted by the Armie and the whole Kingdome on the Newes scap't hardiie with his Life a few friends and followers to this Fort where with as much adoe we shut our Selves in and our Enemies out But Honour a subtiler and more pernicious Adversarie than all the rest shuffled it self into the Hold with us and has never ceas'd one minute since in its Own Name and the Name of Honestie of the Condition we have Lost and the Disgraces we were to expect to present us with Halters Daggers Poyson any thing that might give us as she term'd it a Noble End I must confesse I am not for these Melanchollie Things my Ends have still lain otherwise 'T is true I bear on me the Dignitie of a Lord But how As a Pedler does his pack upon my Shoulders not in my Heart And what is Honour at the best But a bare Name onely and not alwayes so much to me the Title was never given me Seriouslie but by Rascals with my Fellow Peeres if I pleas'd 'em in the Feast I was my Lord Comastes If not Comastes-with-my-face-full-of-Sauce and my Locks of Liquour my hair and beard dropping like a Wine-presse as if my being there were not to Drink the Wine but Make it But again I have a Lordship in Land to loose as well as Title What then shall I sell my Life for Dirt My Soul for a few Acres I 'le batter the World too for a Grave and maintain 't I make as Wise a Bargain But say this Land be taken from me pray how came I by it Was it the Inheritance of my Noble Father or the Purchase of my own Wit Good Yeoman-of-the-Bottles Sleep in peace your Sonnes Being was from you but his Well-Being and his Dignities from his proper Vertues Which as the Philosopher
Other Vertue had been Useless to us As you are thé Greatest Bravest most Glorious Person of this your Age may you be likewise seen The most Fortunate and most Happy Pall Eudora like the Gods when she Sayes happiness She Gives it But what thanks shall I and all The World with me return for the Unvaluable Benefit she acknowledges Received Enter Rodia But is indeed Conferr'd on us The Conservation Of her Life Rod Madam the King's hard by Coming as 't is said with an intent To visit you Eud. The King Pall T is true Madam I had it in command from him to say He was a Suter to you to admit A Visit from him Eud. What will you do Timeus With your self Time Not willingly meet him At this time Pall My Lord you need not you may Withdraw I believe too a fitter time Exeunt Timeus Poly. Menetius May be found to present you to him Enter Cleander Clearchus leading Hianthe Melissa Aratus Haimantus Phronimus and Eurylochus Clean Madam fall not so low too much already Euroda offers to kneel We have Dejected you and gladly would Descend our selves to raise you Higher Yet look on that Majesty the Gods have Enthron'd in you your Matchless Vertues And Divine Perfections and you will see Not onely there 's none Above you but none Can be found your Peers Our Visit is in wish To Comfort you and we hope while our Highest Vowes are such you will not scorn the Offer Though from your Enemies your Enemies By Fate and Fortune Madam by Design And Will your vow'd and perfect Servants Eud. O Sir Permit me to throw my self before your Feet It is not fit I stand an equal Height With Majesty and Vertue so much Above me What hateful Name and by the World abhorr'd Is due to me when you have call'd to Your self An Enemy If you are One 't is to Your own security in preferring thus Your Mercy before your Peace Y 'ave given me And my Brother Life to bring your own in danger And Remov'd our Grief which may hereafter Cause it to your self Sir think me Unworthy But not a Scorner of these Favours I know To weigh both my Losses and Obligations To you Clean If you will make us happy To partake hereafter our Joyes with us With you we will observe your Dayes of Mourning Count all your losses Ours with most Obsequious Rites Adorn the Dead remember and lament him As a common Parent Hian. None Madam With so high a Confidence can wish you Comfort as my self who in so long and sad A Night of sorrow knew none but what you gave me Be Favourable still to me and grant me A time to pay 'em back be favourable To the Age in the same Grant your Name will bless Its Annals while it has leave to boast Not onely its own Vertues but all the former Years Could justly Glory in Clear Fame thou spok'st loudly Of these Ladies and yet thy Voyce was narrow In their praise Enter Comastes creeping behind the backs of the Company who severally make their Addresses to Eudora Com. I have Past hitherto And perceive no great Alteration I thought the subversion of a State Would have chang'd the form o' th' Houses and the Streets It has not shifted a sute of Hangings here Yonder 's our princess too I am among Friends Now Fortune direct me which is the King The Least-Change that e'er I saw Nay then I perceive I may e'en do what I list Ara. My Lord Comastes Faith this was kindly done To make the King a Visit Com. Your servant My Lord I hope you have forgot the little Unkindness which past betwixt Your Lordship And my self and will speak a Noble Word In my behalf unto the King Ara. Ha ha ha Would'st thou be Fool again Com. No my Lord You know I was never call'd so in the Last Raign Ara. Ha ha ha Why I tell thee the King 's too serious He never Laughs nor Smiles but very seldom And then 't is still in Approbation Of something Excellent He hates a Jest Look Twice h' as cast his Eye upon thee and yet Keeps his Countenance Despair of ever Pleasing him There 's no Buffoonrie can come from thee So Ridiculous as thy present Misery Clean My Lord Who 's that Ara. One Sir that was Master Of the Dead King's Mirth he never laught without His Allowance T was in 's Power to have jested The best Head off in the Kingdome Yet I think He was guilty of no worse Crime than Lunary Clean What does he expect Ara. To hold the same place Under you Clear Sir we understand you And your Desires Go leave the Court be not Seen in 't after this day upon your Life And look warily to your Actions If you shall deserve the Lightest Punishment The Heaviest shall fall on you Ara. Stay my Lord Sir you have Doom'd him as if you had been Witness Of his Follies and were there not hopes he might Redeem the Life he has so ill spent A weightier judgement were deserv'd by him Sir I beseech you let me intreat for him He 's yet Young and if he have Leave may be Vertuous Continue Sir as you have begun To Change the Men and not Destroy 'em He thrust himself with confidence on your Mercy ' Let it not be said that that was a Snare to any Besides Sir you have made this Place a Sanctuary To All that can claim an Interest In that Excellent Lady Clean My Lord I would Be ever taught thus by you Sir I recal What I have said and wish to see those Vertues We hope in you Com. I 'll not despair Sir To be Master of 'em 'T was the desire Of Favour with my King that made me what I was before and shame now to Remember But seeing I am to please another way And make Vertue my Endeavour Unwearied In those Rougher Waies I 'll toyl to gain your Smiles He kisses the Kings hand Clean My Lord having weighed the Necessity Of your Voyage I shall not with unseasonable Complements importune your stay but rather Give my best Assistance both to make it Prosperous and your Return more speedy We have ordered a Fleet my Lord to attend On your Designs not so much inferior In Number of Men and Vessels to your own Clear Sir too profusely you bestow these large Benefits upon me without naming all Conditions or share of Venture with me Clean Conditions my Lord Hereafter Ages That have forgot our Obligations May make Articles between our Nations But ours must ne'er know any we cannot Be Losers by you from whom we have received All that we possess Pall My Lord I am An humble Sutor if I may obtain His Majesties leave to be allow'd a place In this your Voyage The Kingdom sends forth none More useless to it than my self none that With more reason seeks the Tumults of a War To cure the Troubles of an unquiet Mind Clean My Lord you hold the palm out to me