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The lost lady a tragy comedy.
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Berkeley, William, Sir, 1608-1677.
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1638
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STC 1902; ESTC S106656
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THE LOST LADY A Tragy-COMEDY COMEDY Imprinted at LONDON by Jo. Okes for John Colby and are to be sold at his Shop at the Signe of the Holy Lambe on Ludgate hill 1638 THE LOST LADY A Tragedy-Comedy Enter AGENOR PHYSITIAN AGENOR SIr I hope Lord LYSICLES is not yet retir'd PH. No Sir he commanded immediate notice Should be given of your comming AG. I feare my stay at the Castlle hath made my Duty seeme unmannerly but till this minute I had not My dispatches from the Governour PH. Let it not trouble you he never shuts his eies Till all this other World opens theirs nor does he Sleepe then but with distracted thoughts Labours his fancy to present him objects that may Advance his griefe AG. What may the monstrous cause be PH. 'T was monstrous indeede he lost his Mistris Barbarously murdered by her perfidious Uncle Her Urne is in CIRRHA which my Lord nightly Visits and presents it all his contracted Sighes of the fled day but at his parting Reassumeth more by thinking she is not to Whose deare memory his teares and griefes are Offered he 's now alone and the religious awe Which makes our Priests retire before they Doe adore the incensed powers is seene in him Who never dares approach her honored tombe Till a just contemplation of his losse hath Enter LYSICLES Made his sorrow eloquent See he comes if when he parts your hast will License you I will relate the story of his Unequal'd suffrings LYS. Doe you depart to night AG. This houre my Lord LYS. I will not wrong you to intreate your care in suddainly Delivering these small packets but least you Should beleeve they are meerely ceremonious And so beare any date I now informe you I am concern'd in nothing neerer my griefes excepted AG. I wish your Lordships happinesse LY. First wish me a captivity for as I am i th' instant if heaven should powre his blessings On me their quality would alter Sir good night PH. Sir you are sad AG. He has no heart to joy that can be otherwise That sees this glorious youth groane under his harsh fate PH. What a sad accent had each word he uttred AG. I could not marke them much but his whole Frame is of such making as if dispaire had bin the Architect We may wish not hope a long life in him PH. Sir will you now take horse AG. I should had you not promis'd the originall of This misfortune and trust me 't is a bold Curiosity that makes me search into it for if The silent presentation hath strooke amazement In me how shall I guard my heart when sad Disasters violence my passions PH. Thus then in short These noble Kingdomes THESSALY and SPARTA Have from the time two Kings commanded all Under both Titles still bin emulous And jealous of th' advantages which each Suspected might be in the adverse party This caus'd a lasting warre but the fierce storme Threatned not till the raigne of these two Kings Both crowned yong both of an equall age Both having all the passions of their subjects Their feares excepted the Embassadors That should congratulate the new made Kings As if one spirit had inspired both Came with this message little varied That each were joy'd in such an enemy No more the fearefull wisedome of old men Should rust their swords that fate had given to one Command of all In short their forces met And in ten bloody daies none could decide Which had the better cause The vertues of each Prince so prevalent Fortune was but spectator to conclude Urgent affaires at home compel'd each King To leave their Armies ours committed his To STRIMON father of Prince LYSICLES The Duke of ARGOS did command the SPARTANA Who swolne with the great name of Generall Before his King had hardly left the sight Of his great Army drawes his forces out And fac'd us in our Trenches 't is not yet Unquestion'd whether feare or policy Made STRIMON keepe in his but certainly this That Vertue sharpn'd by necessity Procur'd our Triumph here LYSICLES Anticipated yeares unto his fame And on the wounds of his brave Enemy Did write his Story which our Virgins sing But from this conquest did begin the cause of all his misery AG. How from this unlesse the King should judge It too dangerous an honor to be given to one PH. Hee 's Lord of so much Vertue He cannot feare it in a Subject AG. And as the common voice reacht him in ATHOS There 's none he lookes on with greater Demonstration of his love PH. I know not that but this I am perfit in His judgment is directed by the Kings so powerfully He cannot thinke his vertues injured Though many should be neerer in his graces It would inflict him strangely if any should be thought To love his Prince better than he AG. Pardon my interruption pray proceed PH. The Duke defeated posts unto the Court Where he design'd unto his dire revenge Th' obscurest path that ever time reveal'd Since her first glasse procures his King to throw Neglects upon him and to seeme in doubt Of his obliged faith a severe search Made on his papers his treasure vallued By the publicke Officer and is himselfe Twice deprehended in a seeming flight Calumniated libeld and disgrac'd By his owne seeking and beleefe of others Who judging him to be their honors ruine First raze his house and then demand his life As sacrifice unto their brothers sonnes Nephewes and publicke losse sedition Had now the face of piety which once Receiv'd as just can hardly be repel'd The King with difficulty doth assure his life With promise of his banishment This he fore-saw and sought and did disguise Himselfe in feare of the incensed people Parts in the night and partner of his fate Hath his faire Neece who is so innocent She cannot thinke there is a greater crime Practiz'd by men than errour which does make Us seeme more vicious than in act we are AG. I want a perspective for this darke Mystery And but your knowledge doth dissolve my doubts T would seeme a Riddle that a Gentleman Of his knowne valour reputation Should strive to lose both for some secret end I cannot yet arrive too PH. Sir you know Revenge doth master all our passions That are not servants to her rage AG. But how unfriended banisht the reproach Of Traytor fixt upon him he could find The way unto 't more easie I am ignorant PH. This story will resolve you to this Court he comes Is brought to th' King then with a modest freedome Relates his suffrings hopes that same hath taught His story ere his comming else he should Continue miserable as beleev'd Both by his friends and enemies a Traytor Delivers that he sought protection From him because none else could vindicate His innocence which many mothers here Saith he hath wept that day when fortune Consulted Eate who should be Conqueror You brave Lords saith he that were present did my sword Parley did you
receive wounds on condition Were these by compact all my bloud is lost Since t is discredited what before was spent Ran in my name and made that live but now Great King you onely repeale my honors fall By giving death unto your enemy Our Prince resents his fate confirmes him his By a large pension and too soone intrusts With all his secrets gives him meanes to view His forts which he designes and learnes the strength Of each particular province and inform'd Of all makes his escape and is received Of the SPARTANA King with all remonstrances Of love and confess'd service but before He parted did that horrid act which LYSICLES must dye for AG. Indeed this story doth not much concerne Him if I mistake not PH. At his arrivall here he left his Neece With this designe that when his plots were ripe Without suspect he might come to the borders Hither he comes and at his entrance is By a base trayterous Servant certified Of the great love 'twixt her and LYSICLES The compact of their vowes with divers Letters The Lovers had exchang'd he stormes and cries If thou dost love young LYSICLES my hate Shall strike thee dead thy hand pluckt backe my honor When it was mounting be constant and this hand Shall by her death give thee a lingring one And my revenge in thy owne house begin Then with a barbarous unheard of cruelty Murthers his Neece and the same instant flies Fame had the next Sun blowne this through the City His house was searcht the trunke of the dead Lady Found in the Hall the head he carried with him In honor of his cruelty AG. Sure he was mad PH. I would say so too but that I would not make Him lesse guilty of this inhumanity AG. What furies governe man we hazard all Our lives and fortunes to gaine hated memories And in the search of vertue tremble at shadowes But how are you ascertain'd that he did This horrid act PH. He sent the bitter summons of her death By her that had betray'd her the report Did make her spirits throng unto her heart And sure had kild it had not Heaven decreed His hand should be as blacke as his intent She begg'd sometime for prayer and retir'd In her owne blood did write her Tragedy And parting wishes to her deare bethroth'd Now heare the strangest mistooke piety That ever entred in a Virgins breast She so much lov'd this barbarous Homicide She would not have him guilty of her death And therefore with her owne hand wounds her selfe And as she bled she writ unto her Lord At last concludes They will not let me make them innocent I 'me cald unto my death and I repent My wound because I would not hurt That which I hope you lov'd this bloody note Was found the next day in her pocket AG. And came it to the Lord LYSICLES PH. It did and if you e're had seene A hundred parents at one time deplore The unexpected deaths of their lost Children The fathers sorrow and the mothers teares Would Emblemize but not expresse his griefe Sometimes he shreekt as if h 'ad sent his soule Out in his voice sometimes stood fixt and gaz'd As if he had no sence of what he saw Sometime he 'd sound and if the memory Of his deare Mistresse even i th' gates of Death Had not pursu'd him he had certaine dyed Torment did now give life at last he drew His sword and ere he could be staid did fall Upon the point This I thinke did preserve him For not being mortall and he fainting with The losse of bloud had not then strength enough To end himselfe untill he was perswaded To live to celebrate her memory Which nightly he doth doe upon her Tombe Whither he now is gone AG. I have not heard of such a love as this PH. Nor never shall of such a beauty as did cause it 'T is late and I 'le not trouble you with her story When you are at Court all tongues will speake Her merit to your wonder I 'le bring you to your horse Exit The Tombe discovered Enter LYSICLES and a Page with a Torch Enter ERGASTO and CLEON CL. And will you marry now ER. Indeed will I CL. And what shall be done with all those lockes of haire You have ER. Why I 'le make buttons of 'em and had they halfe The value that I swore they had when I did beg 'em Rich orient Diamonds could not equall them Some came easily and some I was forc'd to dig for in the Mine CL. And your priz'd liberty what shall become of that You swore you would not marry till there were A Law established that married men Might be redeem'd as Slaves are ER. I was an Asse when I talkt so Those damb'd bookes of Chastity I read In my minority corrupted me but since I 'm practis'd in the World I find there are No greater Libertines than married men 'T is true 't was dangerous this knot in the First Age when it was a crime to breake vowes But thankes to VENVS the Scaene is altered And we act other parts I 'le tell thee The priviledges we enjoy when we are married First our secrecy is held Authentick Which is assurance will take up any woman at Interest that is not peevish then the acquaintance Which our wives bring us to whom at times I carry My wives commendations and if their husbands be Not at home I doe commend my selfe CL. For what I prethee ER. For a good Dancer A good Rider a good any thing That I thinke will please 'em CL. Thou 'lt have a damnable conceite of thy wife By thy knowledge and opinion of all other Women unlesse you thinke her a Phoenix ER. 'T will be my best resolution But harke in thy Eare Rogue I could be content to thinke and Wish mine and all for the publicke good And weare my hornes with as much confidence As the best velvet head of 'em all and paint Them in my Crest with this Inscription These he deserv'd for his love to the Common-wealth CL. A rare fame you would purchase ER. A more lasting one than any Monument you can Repeate the Epitaph of and would it not be Glorious to be commemorated as the first founder Of the Commonalty of undisparag'd Cuckolds CL. Yes and pray'd for by bastards that got better Fathers than they were destin'd to by their mothers marriages ER. And curs'd by Surgeons that were undone by Honest womens practices CL. And this done voluntarily which you will Hardly avoide though you have a thousand Guards to prevent it I that have beene your Play-fellow shall be first suspected And first banish'd ER. By JVPITER never no though 't would preserve A thousand smooth fore-heads if she be honest Your Arts cannot alter her and if otherwise Had I not rather adopt a sonne of thine Than a strangers and confesse truely CLEON Would not you for this publicke benefit be Content to sacrifice a Sister that we might