a sacred Trust Poor Crispus may be but he will be just Ad. Crispus with a Friend's arm I could embrace thee Wâ—re not thy worth destructive to my Friends But now I 'l meet thee as an enemy As Adolph offers to draw Enter Capito and Souldiers Capito what newes Capito Such as does amaze The Messenger that Parchment will inform You my Lord Generall Cris. I kiss her Name Enter Brianella That sign'd it and so vanishes my power 'T is Capito's the Generall Have y' Order To take the pris'ners from me Brianella Tâ—at's my Office For I bring up the rear of your Discharges This is your last but this you 'r will'd to lâ—avâ— Your Pris'ners with Prince Adolph Cris. Then these are My last Commands Cap. No we two must attend The Pâ—incess after we have view'd the Army Cris. My Lord I 'l waâ—t on you as cheerfully As ever I charg'd with you Bâ—i Go thy way In quiâ—t though I long I have no powâ—r To insult o'râ— thee thou' rt so brave a man Exit Capito Crispus and Souldiers Bâ—t to my business humbly at your feet She kneels Prince Filamor I beg your pardon for The impudent abuse I put on You To plâ—ase my Mistresse but to make my self Capable of your mercy I 've us'd all My interest with her â—o get that Letter Which trusts you and your Sister to your Friend Your Mother thought it dangerous but my power Wiâ—h her prevail'd against her Reason Fâ—l Rise For what your Prince commands you may be excus'd I 'm satisfy'd Ad. So am not I to see My Mother's favour thus misplac'd on thee Out of my sight were not Women like Priests Exempted from the power of the sword I would have ki'lld thee Bri. It had been but Justice I do deserve to die and I deserve not To be believ'd Ad. Come Princes I 'l not trust you Out of my hands till I have lodg'd you safe Bri. Then you must see them out of Verulam Within this half hour Exit Brianella Ad. This goes to my Mother To Filamor But my Friend and my Love shall go with me Cae. We 'l all be pris'ners or we 'l all be free Exeunt In the Bâ—rds Cave Enter Tetriâ—k as the Conjurer adâ— Fromund with the Bard's Beard in his hand Tetrick Once more I 'm the mock-Conjurer the Gods Or else the devill take her that 's the cause on 't Another Devil take mock-Prophecies They prove so true when I made the Bard's Song Who would have thought those canâ—ing words should prove An Oracle Fromuâ—d I 'l be the Bard to purpose For Tetrick in these Fortune-tellâ—ng Shapes As mighty Poâ—tâ—a's Prophets we shall passe The regimâ—nt drawn up to guard the Scaffold Tet. Tâ—en if the Gâ—nâ—ralâ— scape my dagger he Shall have Prince Adolph's luck but Crispuâ— is not So well brâ—d as to wâ—ar a Laâ—y's Picture Next to his heart Fâ—o Strike home I 'l second thee By â—y hand the Lâ—â—tâ—nant-Gâ—nerall falâ—s Prince Adolph â—ay tâ—en be thâ— Gâ—nerall And he 'l protâ—ct the Prinâ—es what bâ—comâ—s Of thee and me no matter Teâ— As I live Enter Brianella Thy Mistris coming hither do thou slip Beâ—iâ—d these Bushâ—s as I promis'd tâ—ee I 'l dispatch thy love business if w'have time Exit Fromund Brianella Within thâ—re Tet. Who 's withoâ—t thâ—re Bri. Brianella Tet. Go see the Princes die Bri. No thâ—y'r saâ—e in Prince Adolph's hands that one good deed I 've done Tet. Thâ—n to the Bard's Cave you are kindly wâ—lcome Now I may fool a little what 's your pleasure aside Bri. Is the good Woâ—an hâ—re she that tells fortunes Tet. You mean â—y pretty Mistris the old Witch She 's riding on her diâ—â—aff into Lapland To morrow being our Wedding-day to fetch Her Gemmes and all her Parafarnalia Before she set forth she commanded me I should examine all the Stars that shin'd At your Nativity for a Generall To be your husband take 't upon my word The Planets know not any Generall That loves you Bri. I hate Generalls can you tell My husband's name Tet. Ill news I 'l tell you Madam My reverend Spouse went away in a whirlwind Poor heart the saddest soul you 'l hardly guess What griev'd her the losse of your Saphyr-Ring For which I set a figure and t'appears Your Ring was lost by a strange providence For he that finds it is to be your Husband Bri. What if I like him not Tet. You 'l only be Torn in a hundred pieces Bri. If he be Of the malignant party or a rebell You shall tear me into a thousand pieces Before I marry him Tet. The man that found it For now 't is found is of the Loyal Party Enter Fromund Fromund Madam I think you dropt this Sapâ—yr-ring I saw you pâ—sse and strove to over-take you You were too nâ—mble for me but I kiss'd The ground you trod upon and there lay this Bri. 'T was mine 't is yours keep 't I 'l take nothing from you Which Fortune gives you Tet. Though it be her self Anâ— as the mouth of fortune I pronounce 'T is so comâ— let me joyn your hands in Marriage Now you are Man and Wife I leave the rest For night if we out-live this day that looks So black on Verulam and our great Masters Bri. Who 's the Magician's Master pray Fro. Sylvanus Bri. But the Magician is Pontia's Creature Tet. Your humble Servant Madam do you know me Tetrick discovers himself Bri. Tetrick the Conjurer Tet. Fromund was th' old Witch Fro. Yes faith I was th' old Witch an 't please you Daughter Bri. Oh you 'r rare Fortune-telling youths but we Are soon perswaded to a thing we like For if I had not lov'd you Fro. And I you I would not have marry'd another Lady Bri. Nor would I've had another younger brother Tet. On on the Princes have imployment for us Fro. And We have Lives for them Bri. I 'l be your guide Enter Adolph Filamor Caesarina Violinda and a Footman Adolph Our horses are now come I 'l be your Conyoy Filamor You shall not give your self that dangerous trouble Ad. I 'l see you safe out of my Mother's power Fil. Then you must see us die for that determineâ— Your Mother's pow'r Ad. Why do you make a halt What do you mean Fil. I mean to go no further Filamor is now at his Journey 's end Here I 'l lay down the burden of my life And rest Ad. Defend me this is such a Madness That 't is infectious it distracts me too Will you stay till your last hour be run out Will you be accessary not alone To your own death but to the murder of Your Father and your Sister Fil. Should I scape By a base flight my Father's age would fall At Pontia's feet a bleeding Sacrifice Forgive me Sister for thy tender Youth My heart bleeds through my â—yes Filamor weeps Vio. Do not afflict Your self for me the World is full of Ladies And I shall not be miss'd in that
Men that fear nothing death 's their play-fellow Thâ—y dye upon the Stage â—o please Spectators Pon. But wâ—re thesâ— kind of men ever imploy'd In a great Action Cri. In the Servile War They brought it to a measuring cast at Rome Which should Command in Chief the Lords or Slaves Pon. I'â— have ' â—m for my own Guard telâ— ' â—m so Cri. Gâ—ntlemen t is the pleasure of my Prinâ—e On the account of Valour and of Service To intrust you with the Guard of her Person Sergius T is a high â—onour Gracchus I had ratheâ— Be trusted with her Daughter Gracchus So had I Pox that a Swan's Nâ—st this poor Iland should Have more great Beauties then the severâ—d World Ser. That narrow Seas should breed such Venuses Gra. That Brittish Whales should play with such sweet Mermaids Pon. We make short Meales you may dine ere you go Cri. T is past Twelve if by One we be a Horse-back We shall return by Three to do your Work Pon. Then you 'l have time to hear what good success The Brittish Bard will promise do you look Your General 's Commission be drawn up For the Conquâ—st of Verulam come my Lord. Exeunt Pon. Cri. Cap. Bri. Graâ— and Seâ— Adolph and Caesarina Cae. My Mother us'd to give us better Precepts Ad. She was good-natur'd and had sense of Honour Cae. And of Râ—ligion but now she leaves The Temples of the Gods to â—onsult Witches As Brianella tells me I suppose The General must go with her she knows we Are for no such black Voyages t is strange The General should for he 's a man of Honour Ad. Was not our Mother once as strict as he In point of Honour but she 's chang'd this comes Of Maâ—ice Sister take you heed of Malice Outside and inside you'r my Mother's Picture In hate to Filamor you resemble her Cae. I have th' ayr of her Face not of her Vices I love not Filamor as you do Brother Bâ—t would not be his murdress like my Mother Ad. You would not with a Dart or Poniard kill Prince Filamor but with a Frown you will It were an Honour by your Hand to dye My Friend falls saâ—lly murder'd by your Eye Cae. Can he be murder'd who has pow'r to live Ad. He has no pow'r but what you please to give Lov'd Sister save my dear Friend's life and make The noblest person happy for my sake Cae. Can you who to a Brother's love pretend Ruine your Sistâ—r to preserve your Friend Ad. Ruine my Sister Cae. Free Love forc'd dâ—stroys More then our Fortunes or our Lives our Joyes I 'l here no more on 't Ad. So you 'l part in anger And take this fair occasion to break promise Cae. In what Aâ— Did not you promise me to beg Princessâ— Violindas's Picture Cae. For my self But you shall have it Ad. Thou art my best Sister Cae. But if I get y' her Picture you must do Something for me Ad. Something nay any thing Still my best Sister Cae. But when I enjoyn you To take off him for whom you thus torment me aside I shall be your worst Sister for this Picture You will do whatsoever I Command Ad. Give me her Picture and command my Life Cae. A Lover's life what 's that some Authors say You 've one to keep and eight to give away Muster your nine Lives Brother if you 'l stand My Charge for 't is your Patience Iâ—l Command Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Sylvanus Filamor and Violinda in the Woods Syl. BLessing on Blessing fall upon my Son Faster then tears fall from my Eyes for Joy To see thee in my Arms Iâ—l keep thee herâ— Thou shalt travail no more Fil. Yes if I say That 't is not fit your wife should govern you Syl. Alas I could not â—at nor sleep in quiet Till I had toâ—d her that 't was thy advice Excuse the weakness of thy Father's age I was not born a Cowr'd Fil. Your Valour Sir Is one of Brinains memorable Fortunes For when Arcadius and Honorius lost Their Laurell to the Scots then you defeated A Cohort of the Roman Horse of Maldeâ— Syl. A man would think those Romans ran away VVith my commanding Pow'r for ever since I marry'd Pontia I 've serv'd under her She shall obey me now Fil. Spoke like a Prince That undâ—rstands the duty of his Subjects Syl. I 'l have no Governess but if my wiâ—e Knâ—w of our Meeting Fil. VVhat will your wife do Syl. She 'l take 't unkindly and I would not grieve her Because she Loves me she 'l not stay thus long From me by this she 's in my Bed-Chamber And misses me Fil. No Sir no Creature comes Into your Bed-Chamber the doors are bolted And your Physitians fee'd by me give out You rested not last Night and have took something To proâ—ure sleep Syl. Then Filamor makes this A day of happiness to his old Father Fil. Sir you 'l make this day happy to your Children If you 'l lay your Commands on Violinda To Love her Servant my brave Friend Prince Adolph I am a Suitor for him Syl. So am I And two such Suitors must have no denial Violinda My Brother knows Sir that I love Prince Adolph As much as he loves Filamorâ— Syl. Enough 'T is enough in all conscience Violinda Fil. In conscience Violinda should love him As much as he loves her he doats upon her Syl. Then I would have thee doat upon him too Vio. Adolph's my Brother's Friend and Caesarinâ— Is my Friend Sir for both I have a â—riendship Buâ— that I should love Caesarina's Brother Unless she's loves my Brother there 's no reason Syl. No reason Girl I am for thee again Fil. Away you triffler you spin out the time Knowing I must prepare for th' entertainment Of my Step-Mother Syl. Comes she to the Wood Fil. Presently Syl. My wife shall not come to me I 'l go to her Fil. She shall not see you here Pray stay Sir Syl. Cross me not I vow I 'l go Enter Tetrick like a Conjurer Fil. I must call Tetrick to him Come away My Father's leaving us Tet. You never think Of me but when you 'r at a loss I 'l meddle With no blown business Fil. Keep him in the Woods And I will make thee Lord of the whole Forest Tet. Excuse Original Infirmity My humour 's peevish Sir but my hearts good I 'l stop your Father's hast Sir I must Charm you Syl. A Conjurer I will so devill thee he beats Tetrick Tet. Hold hold your hand Sir I 'm your Servant Tetrick Syl. Alas poor Tetrick Tet. I am justly punish'd For looking ugly Syl. Follow me thou know'st My sweet wife loves me Tet. That 's the Question Sir Be pleas'd to stay and you will hear 't determin'd Matâ—er of Fact 's this The Princess of Malden Your wife intended to have dealt with Witches For the bewitching you some say to death Your Son diverts her with the artiâ—ice Of setting up as she
was base Some power That as I do pities that noble Prince Put it into her Heart to spare his life One hour and I 'l make use of her new Favour To expiate my Crime I 'l now Charm Her And free him from his cruel Step-Mother Enter Adolph Caesarina Crispus Sylvanus Filamor Violinda and the Guard Pontia sits Pon. Old man who hast outliv'd Humanity From me what can'st expect Syl. What thou deserv'st Death death to which my Justice sentenc'd thee I do expect now from thy Cruelty And I 'l meet th'Axe with such a Resolution As shall if thou dar'st be a looker on Shake thy weak Soul into another Swound Though I liv'd under thy Reign like a Waman Yet I 'l die like a Man Pon. Since you 'r so brave I 'l not take pattern by your former baseness For Sir when I was to have lost my head No state was thought upon no Princes order'd To follow me You shall have Filamor And Violinda to bear up your train Between your Sentence and my Execution Your wither'd narrow heart could afford me But half an hour I 'l give you a whole hour Syl. Bountiful wife you are extream obliging Bri. My Pray'r is heard I 'l now serve Filamor aside Vio. Filamor what is Death Fil. Better than Life 'T is Nature's greater bounty for we may Improve it to an immortality Of Fame by dying nobly Vio. I have liv'd By Caesarina's rule by yours I 'l dye Cae. Oh name not dying though my Mother has Condemn'd you yet Heav'n cannot be so cruell Pon. Capito take you charge of the old man And my Lord Gen'rall to your Custody We do commit his Children Exit Pon. Capito and Sylvanus Cris. Here 's Reward For all my Services I am preferr'd To th' Office of a Marshall Ad. May we two With your permission my Lord Generall Speak with your Pris'ners Cris. At your pleasure Sir For as to that I am not limited And I 'l put no Râ—straint upon my self Cae. You ever were a Person of great honour Cris. Therefore in this base Charge â—y Shame 's the more To serve my Prince I never blush'd before Exeunt Actus Quintus Pontia sitting and writing the Superscription of a Letter Brianella standing by her on the Table lyes a Parchment Bri. FOr taking of the Pris'ners from the Generall That Letter to Priâ—ce Adolph I procur'd Which shews there is a justice in my nature I hope 't will save the life of Filamor Whom I wrong'd and I 'm sure 't will take away The last remainder of his Trust from Crispus Enter Capito Who wrong'd me my Lord Generall Capito The Princesse call'd for you he minds uot me I have no fortune to these Generalls Capito kisses Pontia's hâ—â—d Pontia My Lord you 'r rais'd to the command in chiâ—f Over our Forces by obeying us Capito Madam my Will is vassal to your Pleasure You are my Gen'rall not to be ask'd Why But What you please and that I 'l do or die Pon. First show to Crispus your Commission And vacate his then take you charge of th' Army Which we design'd you two hours since when he Gave rules to us but I was forc'd to use him Till to this height he rais'd my Soveraignty Now Verulam is ours the Building 's finish'd And we 'l take down the Scaffolds Bri. Such a fall aside May all the proud Men have who scorn kind Women Pon. In the last place double your Guards that wâ— May prevent suddain tumults and attempts In favour of the condemn'd Princes they I doubt have Parties in our Camp and Court But were it in our own veins thâ—y should bleed Cap. Without distinction whos'â—re lifts his hand Against your pow'r shall feel the weight of mine Please to dismiss me that I be not straiten'd In point of time Pon. Go and be fortunate Cap. Fortune my Goddess is great Pontia's hand-maid Pon. I forgot one particular I 'l send This Lady to you when she comes do you Return and bring Crispus to us Cap. I shall Exit Capito Pontia gives the Letter to Brianella Pon. There Brianella I have writ to Adolph As you desir'd I can deny you nothing But yâ—t to trust my Son with custody Of Violinda and Filamor the Prince Being my Son's Friend the Princâ—ss his Mistris Should Love against his Interest byass him May be of dangerous consequence Bri. Prince Adolph To preserve them will not lose Verulam Pon. I see Brianella is for Filamor aside Well I will venture 't upon your account Though Adolph may dâ—câ—ive me Bâ—i I hope he will aside Pon. Give him that Letter in which is inclos'd A discharge of our latest trust to Crispuâ— Bâ—i Then Crispus whether bound for Heav'n or Helâ— She whom you scorn'd shall toul your passing Bell. Pon. Away leave me to perfect my own story I 'l add to my two Crowns a third of Glory Exeunt severally Enter Adolph Filamor and Caesarina Filamor We have out-walk'd the General and my Sister Let 's tarry for them Adolph By no means least Fate Should overtake you th' Executioner Is setting up your Scaffold Filamor Sâ—ands now upon the Verge of Life and Death Here is a Grave and there 's a Sanctuary Behind that Hedge I 've laid for you a Horse A Fleeter's not in Britain mount him fly Caesarina As for your noble Sister and your Father When onâ—e my Mother knows that you 'r escap'd She will not dare to touch them fly Fil. How fly You heard the General take my Parol And would my Friends have me to save my Life Lose th' end for which Man lives Honour Cae. O Sir Under the notion of a private man Consider not your self on you depend Thousands of Subjects Lives Ad. And a whole race Of unborn Princes Fil. To preserve Mankind I 'd not break my Ingagement though till now I never valu'd life yet when 't is offâ—r'd By those I prize above life I am bound In honour to refuse it Ad. 'T is too late Enter Crispus and Violinda To pass now here 's your Keeper but I 'l make Way through him with my sword I 'l fight with Crispus Violinda I hope you 'l not fight with the Generall That uses us with such Civility 'T is Pontia not Crispuâ— that condemn'd us And we had rather suffer death than you Should resâ—ue us with hazard of your life Cae. First let me move him My Lord Generall Fame gives you such a noble Character That I can't think you a willing Instrument In the injustice done to these two Princes Crispus Madam to shew how my Obedience Has been constrain'd to act against my Will If an exchange of Lives may be admitted I 'l die to excuse them Cae. That you may do And not die only wink at their Escape Cris. No then my Honour dyes Cae. Honour and Fortune Shall recompence that Piety Cris. More Titles Than Caesar claimes and all the sparkling Gold Into the Sea with ebbing Tagus roll'd Cannot buy me out of
THE STEP-MOTHER A Tragi-Comedy Acted with great Applause at the Theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields By His Highness the DUKE of YORK's Servants Imprimatur Decemb. 26. 1663. ROGER L'ESTRANGE LONDON Printed by I. Streater And are to be sold by Timothy Twyford at his Shop within the Inner-Temple-Gate 1664. THE STATIONER TO THE READER Noble Readers AMong the many Publick Benefits wherein these Times are happier than the former Ages I presume it pleases you to see the Improvement of the Stage Playes are now acted that delight Spectators without Immodesty or Prophanenesse two rocks on which heretofore divers excellent Authours split themselves and cast such an odium upon drammatick Presentments that the best persons shun'd them as the worst of recreations Whereas our Theatres reformed as well as beautified are by all frequented as the great Schools of Moral Virtue But I have brought you to the House 't is not good manners to keep you at door be pleased to enter and accept of this Impression from Your Servant T. T. THE PROLOGUE TO THE KING At the COCKPIT at White-Hall SIR by the humble Writer I am sent To move you in a Suit by President That you will please like Charles the 5 th to lay Aside this Night the Business of the Day And look upon slight Images far short Of those presented in that Emp'rour's Court For Art does not our Powr so far inlarge That we can make two wooden armies charge Or a carv'd Sparrow fly but we do bring A Nightingale sweet Philomel to sing And from old Verulam 'mong Time's Decayes Shrunk to a name th' Inhabitants we raise Who if in their new life they may invite The best of Caesars to the least Delight To th Authour 't will be such a Ioy as none Conceive but only those You smile upon THE PROLOGUE To the STAGE WHat 's here so many Noble Persons mâ—t Nay then I see this House will not be let Which by our Friends from all parts of the Nation Is so well warm'd after the long Vacation Believe me Ladies the pure Country-air Has made you fresh-complexion'd and our Care Shall be whil'st you'r in London to expell Care from your hearts that you may still look well Gentlemen when we lay becalm'd you waâ—k'd â—ver the pleasant Meades bowl'd hunted hawk'd And having exercis'd your Bodies thus To recreate your Minds you come to Us. Never were Friends more welcome if I may Be bold to bid you welcome to a Play Of your own making I confess 't is writ By th' Authour of The Slighted Maid and yet You 'r th' Authours of it for I heard him say When you encourag'd that you made this Play And now since to your selves your title 's known We hope you 'l have a kindness for your Own THE SCENE VERULAM Persons represented Actors Sylvanus Prince of Verulam Mr. Sandford Filamor His Son Mr. Bettertun Adolph Son to Pontia by the Prince of Malden Mr. Young Tetrick Favourite to Sylvanus Mr. Underhill Fromund Filamor ' s Tutor Mr. Price Crispus Pontia ' s Generall Mr. Smith Capito His Lieutenant Generall Mr. Metborn Gracchus and Sergius Two Gladiators which the Romans call'd the Retiarius and Sequutor Mr. Lovell Mr. Rob. Noke Pontia Princess of Malden second Wife to Sylvanus Mrs. Williams Caesarina Her Daughter by the Prince of Malden Mrs. Bettertun Violinda Daughter to Sylvanus Mrs. Davies Brianella Poâ—tias's Favouriâ—ess Mrs. Long. Maskers The Instrumental Vocal and Recitative Musick was compos'd by Mr. Lock Errata PAge 14. line 29. read Britans * p. 25. l. 5. r. for these words p. 29. l. 23. r. let him know p. 32. l. â—5 r. Exit Bri. p. 33. l. 22. r. strike p. 40 l. 26. for Tet. read Fro. p. 44. l. 17. r. makeâ— p. 44 l. 20. r they dance p. 47. l. 21. r. kill p. 51. l. 26. for Violinadâ— r. Caesarina p. â—8 l. 22 r. sow'd page the last linâ— 2. read try'd him THE STEP-MOTHER A Tragi-Comedy Actus Primus Enter Filamor and Fromund in a Garden Tetrick walking alone and reading Fil. NO Fromund I have had too many proofs Of thy Fidelity to doubt it now Fro. Sir if you were not Filamor nor Son To my Prince if I were not your sworn Servant Without relation meerly for your Virtues Fromund would sacrifice his life to serve you In this Design against your Step-Mother Your envious and imperious Step-Mother Who rules your Father and would râ—ine You. Fil. The difficulty of the work will be When we have got my Father to the Woods How we shall keep him there for since he marry'd This Woman she has master'd both his Courage And Reason she governs his very Soul He cannot live without her Fro. There 's the man Whose pow'r can ballance hers for your Old Father Dotes but on two his Wife and that great Scholar My Friend Fil. And you can make him ours Fro. Not I What I am to present him from your Highness Will make him Yours Fil. Firm Fro. If he once ingages Nothing can alter him he 's an honest man Peevâ—sh but to our comfort Covetous Yet he 'l not take a Bribe to do unjustly But if he be imploy'd he will be pay'd This Gold and this rich Book will sweeten him Fil. Attacque him I wait for my severe Mistress 'T is Princess Caesarina's walking-time Exit Filamor Fromund claps Tetrick on the Back Tetrick The Prince's Tutor Well return'd to Britain Fro. Our good old Master's Favorite learn'd Tetrick Tet. Out of what Region have the Clowds drop Fromund Where all this while wert thou and our young Prince Fro. We liv'd where Grapes grow like our Crabs in hedges Where every Tree looks lovelier then this Garden In Italy the Paradise of Nature Tet. The plague of War consume your Paradise The Galls over-run Italy again Ten thousand Dropsies Cramps and Gouts torment That leg of earth Fro. Still snarling my friend Tetrick Tet. Men may well snarle when they are us'd like Dogs As we have been by our Italian Masters Fro. But now the Roman Legions are call'd back And we are free-men Britain is old Britain Tet. But Italy is still curs'd Italy I would not hear thee praise it any more For twenty pieces of Imperial Gold Fro. I 'l try what pow'r one piece has over you aside This Medall Caesar grav'd in gold I brought From Rome for thee and is not Italy Where these Flowers grow a most delicious Country Tet. The Garden of the World how blind was I That could not see the Beauty of Italy Till I had wip'd my eyes with Caesar's Picture Now I perceive the errour of my Judgment Why should we hate Countries that hurt not us The Roman Yoke galls not our necks you see Our old Lord Prince of Verulam dares own His Title and what Curiosities Has our young Prince brought from the Nursery Of Arms and Arts sweet Italy Fro. Rare Musique And Voices such a Trebble and a Base Tet. How merrily shall we live pox o' the devill