of thy bloud Oro. There needs not then this storm to break down The bayes that verge the crimson sea this stroke Shall open all the sluces of my bloud Kin Hold or else thou rob'st me of my fixt resolves There is a cause Commands me die in the attempt or kill thee Gro. Dear Sir reveal it That ere I fall my penitential tears May from that leprous crime expunge my soul Kin Alas brave youth thy innocence needs not The layer of a tear thy candid thoughts White as the robes of Angels are but mine The dresse of Devils I that should protect Am come to rob my best of subjects to rob Thee of thy dearest treasure I know thy love To fair Eurione inseparable As goodnesse from a deity yet must Deprive thee of this darling of thy soul Oro. With pardon royall Sir I cannot think The Cyprian Princesse is so soon forgot With whom compar'd my poor Eurione Though bright to me to more discerning eyes Shine dim as the pale Moon when she lets fall Through a dark grove her melancholy beams Kin Dorst thou affect her yet dispraise a beauty That in its orb contracts divinity This prophanation what had else been sin Will render meritorious guard thy self They fight Antellus wounded Oro. Hah thou bleedest Kin Oh but too slowly if your wound admits No other medicine this will neer be balm Fight again the King wounde Oro. I doubt that thrust Kin It was a gentle one and hath concluded The businesse that we met for Now we are friends again friends till death Fals. Oro. Oh do not faint Call up your spirits Sir there yet is hopes of life Kin None my vitall powers fail they 're heavy leads My eyes are bowing to eternall night My heart beats thick alarmes yet can rally No troops of scattered spirits oh oh I faint Oro. And I grow wilde with horror wilder then A flame provoked by angry winds What shall I do or whither flie To leave behind me this pursuing guilt A noise within Kin Oh oh be gone be gone Oroandes Some company draws neer Mayst thou live long and happy in the imbraces Of her whom I unjustly strove to have My dying wishes waits upon your joyes Oro. Angels attend your latest hour I go From hence but to my everlasting wo Ex. Oroandes Enter four Bandeets 1. Ban S-death I le not loose my share 2. Ban Nor I by heaven although I search For what 's my own through my opposers bloud 3. Ban Swounds what d' ee quarrel for trifles Pox on you for covetous Rascals take all mine 4. Ban And mine too so you will be content 1. Ban Another prize the spoil of this will reconcile us 2. Ban He bleeds Sh-ho he stirs not let 's strip him 3. Ban There 's life in him let 's bear him off I have heard the captive Lady speak of a pretious Cordial she hath if it recover him his ransome may be better worth then these gaudy clothes 4. Ban Here lend your hands They lay the body on a Cloke and ex Enter Buff. and Gudg Buf. Oh Gudgeon we are undone there is no recovering of her what shall I do for another wife Gud. Shall I let her cry Master Buff. Ah do good carefull servant some of these honest people may chance to know of her aloud good Gudgeon Mounts on a stool Gud. Oh yes oh yes oh yes If any man in City Town or Countrey Can tell any tidings of a strayed Lady Enter Arratus and Carlo Arr. What 's this A hobby-horse dance Buff. Oh no Sir good Nunckel be quiet My man Gudgeon is only making known my losse Arr. Is this thy grief unpolisht clown Buff. Why should I cry my self as long as I had a man Arr. Thou art a scandall which will ever stick Like a corroding cancer on my name Be gone Kicks him Back to thy rustick father and there spend Thy time mongst beasts lesse savage then thy self Buff. Why then farewel a turd for all such Nunckels Come Gudgeon we 'l een go home to plow again Gud. Ay and whistle better tunes then ere we learn'd at Court Ex. Buff. and Gudg Enter a Messenger Car. Oh save me brother Here comes the ghost Mess My Lord Arratus you are suddenly expected at the Court Arr. Why good friend what 's the matter Mess The King and my Lord Oroandes are missing Car. How lost I hope my daughters messenger hath not transported them was it a ghost carryed them away friend speak man I hear them still M•ss I come not to jest Sir my Lord are you ready Arr I will follow thee how am I perplext Come brother I will see you to your Chamber Car. We will not go through the Gallery The place smels of Brimstone Ex. om. Enter Zannazarro Glorianda and Eurione Zan How sad a change is this this morning was Appointed for more joyfull enter views Glo. When last nights slumbers rob'd our wakeful hopes Of the delitious births of fancy 't was With fairer promises else our closed eyes Had not been then m•de floudgates to these tears Poor Eurione I fain would comfort thee But my own griefs make me a stranger to That balmy language Zan. Dear Sister thy passions are too violent The messengers are not yet all return'd Not have we spoke with Arratus some of which May happily bring news of them Glo. They may Eurione stifle thy passions untill then Enter Arratus Zan. My Lord you either come to share in grief With us or ease ours by some blest discovery You 've heard what royal mineral let flie this damp Arr. Our Soveraign's lost Glo. Too sad a truth Arr. My largest intelligence lies within the wals of the City and there he hath not been yet heard of Is none with him my Lord Zan. Yes Oroandes Arrr. I will go have the City searcht Eur. That hath already proved a fruitlesse labour Vain as the glimmerings of our hope they 're gone Beyond the reach of our industrious care Some cruell fate hath laid an ambush to Betray the strength of all our joyes in them Enter a Messenger Zan. Here comes our last of hopes speak thy successe Mess Not good my Lord we 've traverst all the fields That circle lofty Erix and yet seen No chearfull beam of wisht intelligence We le•t no traveller unaskt no Cottage lay So unfrequented but we found it out And into strict examination took Its rustick honour Yet our journey was Oft by the dangerous excursions of Troops of Bandeets obstructed safe from whom Our speed not strength convey'd us all we found Worthy to fix an observation was A place beneath the Hermits rock which stained With store of bloud did by that blush confesse So late a guilt no cloud had since 't was shed Dropt tears enough to wash it off we searcht The purple grasse but no vestigia found ' Less this may do it to inform us whence it came Shews a bloudy handkerchief which they finde to be the Kings Eur.
measures through our veins Till warm'd with the delitious sport it glews Our wreath'd imbraces in extracted balm 2. Wen We 'l kisse you into extasies and make Our breasts the pillowes to repose your head 1 Wen We 'l please each sense with some delight Your eyes With unvail'd beauties whiter then the Alps Your touch with skins like polisht Ivory smooth Your tast shall surfet on the balm of lips For Indian gums the fruitfull vally that Lies underneath fair Venus mount shall send Far more delightfull perfumes and when tyred With these delitious sports we will sing Your wearyed spirits into rest 2. Wen. And whilst you sleep our nimble fancies shall Study some undiscovered passage through The corall banked straights of love with which We 'l entertain your naked innocence 1. Wen. Our Banquets shall be all on Cordials sauc't With strong provocatives whose sprightly power Each minute shall create new appetites Lew. The Wenches have ravisht him Buf. Who would not spend Estates upon these Ladies But have you ne'r an ordinary bit for my man Gudgeon I would not have him sit idle Baw Rather then he shall want imployment I will Venture my self to give him a heat But he hath more mind to a Countrey dance I see he is putting his feet in measure Gud. I wou't we had a Fidler here I could foot it I saith Baw Shal 's have a dance Gentlemen I have an old Stallion within that can play Buf. Call him good Grannum and let 's to 't can you dance Ladies Wen. We will do any thing that tends to your delight Sir Ent. Fidler Baw Come twist thy guts up old squeaker Fid. Couple your selves I am in tune Lew. Woot dance Creon Cre. Not I the sport 's too light let Gudgeon supply my place Baw Come Gudgeon thou and I Play the shaking of the sheets They dance Knock within Within Ho house ho what all asleep Baw Hark the Collonel and the rest of the Blades Are come shall I call them hither Cre. No we will wait on them come Pupil We will acquaint you with the City Gallants Ex. om. Enter three Bandeets three Sailers meeting them 1. Sai Save you Gallants where 's our Captain Here is a prize for him worth a bording 1. Ban A lovely beauty S-death how came you by her 2. Sai Where we found store of other treasure nay our Trade at Sea will prove better then yours at Land But is not our Captain to be spoke withall 2. Ban Not now he is imployed but where we know not 3. Ban We expect his speedy return but till then I am his Viceroy in our Common-wealth 3. Sai Then take charge of this Lady but let her be Preserv'd untoucht for him and hark you Sir Be carefull of it if her complaints inform Him otherwise you 'l dearly suffer for it Whispers Hero What dreadful precipice of misery are My sullen sates descending Can I hope My honors safety whilst my body is Commanded by these that no Law controuls 1. Ban Come Lady you must now be a wilde inhabitant Of these dark woods with us yet do not weep Though our profession seem to promise none Here you may finde civility Her Pray heaven I may my journey hither hath Been full of strange misfortunes I have found Crown'd expectations for captivity Unhappily exchang'd Sai Valiant Bandeets farewell look to your charge 3. Ban With as much care as we would strive to keep Jewels whose losse would ruine all our hopes Ex. Sai 3. Ban Come noble Lady if your birth hath cloth'd Honour in higher attributes forgive Our rudenesse since the child of ignorance Her Alas what ere my birth hath been I 'm now A slave to you and must forget those vain Airs of ambitious honour so I may But find civility enough to be Protectress of my Virgin honor all My others will most willingly be spar'd Yet they are such that were I known I might Perhaps repair these broken fortunes which Thus makes you run the hazard of the Law 1. Ban We wish this curtain of your fate may be Swiftly withdrawn till then let all our vowes Prevent your fears the rudenesse of our lives May be your trouble but shall never grow To a disease more dangerous Her I live in hopes to gain ability Of an extent so large as recompence Ex. om. Enter three Blades Buff. and Gndgeon drunk Drawers with Wine 1. Bla. Stand up brother come our brains are not warm enough yet fill out here noble brother Buf. Thanks brother Collonel I will pledge thee were it a Tub full and pay for 't too here 's gold enough 2. Bla. Here a health to my Lord Arratus Buf. Come to my Nunckel there lies my hat 3. Bla. Here Gudgeon thou must have it too Gud. I ha more already then I can carry upright 1. Bla. Round with another health here To my brother Buffonies Lady Buff. That 's the two yong Gentlewomen of the house These be Gallants Gudgeon sons of fame Gud. She blew them from her breech 2. Blad House more Wine here where be these Vermin Buf. What will they not hear let 's break down the doors Brother Or fire the house nay I am valiant too Knocks a Wench looks out a the window Wen. Why what d' ee mean there Gentlemen to beat my mothers doors down Buf. Some Wine and Wenches you Cockatrice Wen. You have too much already Sir to sleep 1. Bla. Why you harpy doest think we 'l be confin'd to the Lobby Wen. You will have the greater benefit of the air Sir 2. Bla. Swounds we 'l not be bafl'd thus Buf. No that we will not brother I feel the spirit of Wine in my brains and will not be bafl'd 1. Bla. We 'l scale your windows you Whores Buf. Brother let 's brother Collonel I le in first 2. Bla. We will not put you on a matter of such danger Sir Buff. Danger I scorn the word I fear it not brother I le do it I and my valiant sword-bearer Gud. I le not creep in at windows not I amongst Whores to have my eyes scratch't out not I. Buff. How not venter why thou wilt not turn coward and fear scratching shall not be said but we Countrey boys are as valiant as the best of them 3. Bla. But the window is narrow and will spoil your new suit Buff. Come come prepare help me and I le put them off 2. Bla. Valiant brother thou shall have the honour to enter first Buff. I and my squire will enter this inchanted Castle And relieve the imprison'd Ladies Gudgeon let 's untrusse and prepare for the combate 1. Bla. I le help my brother whilst you prepare Gudgeon Now for the boots Buff. My foot is at thy service noble brother Nay off with my breeches too I have drawers on 2. Bla. Hast thou drawers too Gudgeon Gud. I but I had as leave a been hang'd as ha come to this Buf. Come now your helping hands I le scale the wals
halting forth Ex. Priest Enter Vanlore Theocrine and two Bandeets Van. They 're gone and too much frighted to return in hast The Our plot hath equall to our wishes thriv'd Van. I am indebted brave Bandeets to you But will requite it in the like attempt When ere occasion shall require my aid 1 Ban We are so much your creatures Sir that t is The child of duty when our gratitude Offers all service to so loved a master Van. Time will admit but small commerce of words My actions still shall speak me yours The Dear Vanlore let 's be gone They will pursue as soon as they 've collected Their yet unrallied spirits Van. Thou art the loadstone Theocrine by whose Attractive power the Compasse of my thoughts Directed by thy wit their Needle steers My almost Shipwrackt hopes into a safe And quiet harbor of content Ex. om. Enter Oroandes alone reading a note Oro. The hour five the place the plain beneath the Hermits rock I have not mist in either circumstance Unlesse my haste anticipated time it yet is not full five The morning hath not lost her virgin blush Nor step but mine soild the earths tinsel'd robe How full of heaven this solitude appears This healthful comfort of the happy swain Who from his hard but peacefull bed rous'd up In 's morning exercise saluted is By a full quire of feather'd Choristers Wedding their notes to the inamour'd air Here Nature in her unaffected dresse Plaited with vallies and imbost with hils Enchac't with silver streams and fring'd with woods Sits lovely in her native russet whilst Lame Art to hide her known deformitie With painting surfets each discerning eie Enter the King disguized Oro. 'T is he but strangely chang'd Kin Oroandes you 're now a loyal Subject Oro. All my ambition ne'r flew higher Sir Then in that region of your thoughts to thrive Kin There it was grown to full maturity Ere thou wrotest man my Oroandes but I must Like wanton Nero either ruine all The glorious structure of thy hopes or live Imprison'd in thy loyalty thy life Till now my strongest fortresse is become The fatall engine of my ruine Oro. Heaven what have I done to merit this Kin Nothing but been too virtuous and by that Center'd affections which I must remove Or shake thee into Chaos Oro. This language blasts me sure I have no sin Ponderous enough to boy your vengeance up Unto this dangerous height Did I but think One Viper lodg'd in my remotest thought I 'd tear each fiber of my heart to find The monster forth and in my bloud imbalm'd Throw it as far as lifes short span can reach But heaven my witnesse is no flame of zeal But hath been yours i' th second magnitude My vowes of kin to those I paid the gods My prayers but love and duty fir'd into A holy Calenture Yet if all this Like a small Stars kind influence govern'd by A regall Planets crosse aspects must drop Its fading beams into that house of death Your fierce destructive anger let me shew The latitude of my obedience in Dying at the command of him for whom I only wish to live Did all my friends Look on the object through their tears the ghost Of my dead Mother capable of grief As of eternity and yet clothed in Humanities most frail affections all Those rivolets of sorrow should not wash The sanguin stain of my resolves so they If executed could procure a calm In this high tempest of your soul Kin Thy virtue fathomes not my depth of guilt Such a prevention of my anger would Only exchange the active passion for Sorrow as insupportable those characters Which must unfold the sables of my soul Are in dark Hieroglyphicks hid through which Thy strength of judgment cannot pierce Oro. You speak in misty wonders Sir such as lead My apprehension into wilde Meanders Kin This will unriddle all our doubts draw Oro. Against my Soveraign an act so wicked would Re•ort the guilty steel into my breast Fear never yet marbled a cowards bloud More then obedience mine that breath hath lockt In ice the panting channels of my heart No spirits dare from their cold center move Kin Will you deny when I command Oro. Pardon me royall Sir had such a voice Legitimated my attempts I had Not paus'd at the incounter of a danger Horrid as all the wars o th' elements When ruffl'd into stormes could present I would bestride a cloud with lightning charg'd In 's sull carreer affront a thunderboult Leap through the clefts of earthquakes or attempt To prop the ruins of a falling rock Yet count all this my happinesse so I Met death in the white robes of loyalty But to encounter such a ghastly foe In the black shadow of Rebellion shakes The strongest pillars of my soul You are my King My King whose frowns should be More dreadfull to me then oraculous truths When threatning sudden ruine your sacred person Is circl'd with divinity which without reverence To touch is sacriledge to look on sin Unlesse each glance is usher'd with a prayer Kings are but living temples wherein is As in the Nations center the chief seat Of their protecting God and shall I then Pollute my hands in bloud whose every drop Would swell my Countreys tears into a floud Kin Are my attempts priz'd at so cheap a rate Wears not my sword a danger on its point As well as thine draw or I shall conclude 'T is fear not loyalty that charmes thy hand Oro. This stirs my bloud were you a private man That only had his better genius to Protect him though allied to me by all The ties of Nature and of friendship yet Being thus far urged our Swords long since should have Made known whose Stars the brighter influence had Kin I have unfetter'd all those legall bondes draw For thy denying now but sleights my power Oro. Then since there 's no evasion Or. draws Witnesse ye Gods my inocence is wrong'd But gratious Sir Kneels Before I fall or stand lesse fortunate To see you overthrow oh let me know What fate what cruell fate hath rob'd me of The treasures of your love I never yet Sullied my soul with any thought that might Deserve your hate heaven is my faithful witnesse I harbour none of you but such as are More full of zeal then those pure orizons Which martyr'd Saints mix with their dying groans Kin And must such goodnesse die know noble youth I am so far from calling it desert In thee that hath unsheathed my sword that in This midnight storm of fancy I can shead Some drops of pity too pity to change So true a subject for a treacherous ghest I come not rashly to attempt thy life But long have strugl'd with my hot desires Stood fiery trials of temptations which Have sublimated reason till it 's grown Too volatile to be contain'd within My brain that overheated Crucible I am diseas'd and know no way to health But through a deluge
steel More fretting then a canker blast all that near it grows And as it cools infect the ambient air With blasts more deadly then the steams of hell How it pants to come forth Sets the Sword to his breast Hah something stayes my hand My better Angel sure hath left me quite How e'er I will not do it Although that every blast of air I draw Be more tormenting then the gasps of death No I will live live till disvellop'd guilt Makes me a publick spectacle of hate and then Fall with my sins about me when each tongue Adds to their ponderous weight a full mouthed curse The subtill spirits that like lightning flie Thorow my bloud hath yet not suffered me To parle with sleep since th' unhappy act I find them something calm'd and will attempt To reconcile them in this gentle shade Lies down having lain still a while enter two Bandeets 1. Ban We have lost our company 2. Ban No matter we shall finde the way to Court I fear nothing but how we shall do to live honest 1. Ban The place requires it not at most 't will be Enough to seem so 2. Ban Though we never us'd it much I doubt not But Hypocrisie is an art easily learn'd 1. Ban Come let 's hasten I would willingly see thee Between the King and the captive Princesse 2. Ban Her captivity is like to be our redemption 1. Bad. If it prove not so we must dance off the Stage in a halter What do they call her name 2. Heroina daughter to the Cyprian king Betroth'd to ours a long time since when he Was abroad in his travels 1. Ban 'T will be a joyful meeting unto them 2. Ban Had we not had ill luck a Bandeet had been his Taster They discover Oroandes How now what have we here So ho what art 1. Ban Tush some drunk Forrester let him alone Ex. Bandeets Oroandes rises Oro. Heroina A Princesse And carying to the Court by Bandeets It is the unhappy Lady that was betroth'd Unto my murthe•'d Soveraign lighted on In their excursions by these rennegadoes Poor Lady I have spoil'd her entertainment there But I will follow them and with my bloud Crimson the sables that must cloud the day Ex. Oroan Enter Arratus servants setting forth two thrones the one richly adorned the other covered in mourning before the black throne a table on which a Crown is laid on a mourniug cushion before the other throne is plac't the picture of the King Arr. Come come see all things in order The Princesse is at hand fie fie This is an unexpected trouble A way you grosse witted rascall doest not see We strive to paint our sorrow in checquer'd work But this 't is when women sit at the helm of state They square all Court entertainments to the fashion Of the last Romance they heard Shout and acclamations within Hark they are enter'd the Palace I hear the Cannon Go off from the Forts be gone and make way Loud musick the Lord high Marshall his white rod wreathed in black ribbon next him the King and Vanlore leading Heroina her train born up by Theocrine At the other door whilst a soft and melancholly musick playes within Zannazarro Glorianda and Eurione all in mourning Zannazarro kneels and having kist Heroina's hand is raised by her she saluting the other Ladies Zan. The best of welcomes this sad place affords Waits on your Graces entertainment Glo. And we• to do what service lies within The verge of our indevours Her I thank you both sweet Ladies and must first Imploy your service in declaring what These silent emblems of a sorrow mean I have not seen grief in the like disguise The lawrell and the funerall Cypress here Have wreathed their ill met branches and contends Whose leaves shall Crown the Syracusian queen Zan. Wil 't please you ascend your throne and there Lend your attention to the saddest story That ere did yet Siciliaes Annals blot She ascends the throne Zannazarro drawes the curtain from before it and discovers the picture of the King Zan. Behold great Princesse All but the memory of his living fame Of Syracusiaes Monarch She sounds and fals from the throne Glo. Oh help help the Princesse Eur. Madam dear Madam Her Oh oh God! Arr. Bear her forth and give her more air Her Hold I am better here if any thing Revive my spirits 't will be this that puts Me in the mind of my deceased Lord Unhappy woman first to know then love Ingage thy faith yet never to injoy Enter Oroandes in his own habit Her Why stand you thus amazed 〈◊〉 Zan. Pardon us Maclam had the united dust Of some dead friend whose memor 〈…〉 •ear forgot Visited earth in his known shape again Our wonder could not have arrived unto A higher pitch Let me imbrace thee friend Eur. My dearest Or 〈…〉 Oro. Stand off yet farther off You know not what you touch You safer far may grapple with a flame Or in his midnights walk affront a fiend Arm'd with full vials of destructive wrath The graves inhabitants when folded in Corruption are not more defil'd then I. Zan. What tends this language to Oro. Destruction Zannazarro Eur. How hast thou lost thy temper Oroandes P•ithee look on me friend or am I grown A stranger to thy knowledge Oro. Leave me Eurione thou art of kin Unto those hallowed Angels that did once Attend my actions and must now with them A stranger to thy Oroandes grow Eur. Neglected thus Alas where shall I weep Her You are to me a stranger Sir yet in Your look I something read that may concern Your absent Prince collect those scattered spirits Now roaving in confusion and relate it Oro. I would but that it hath a sound so full Of trembling horror 't will unnerve your joints Yet I must do 't no other way can lead My soul from out this wildernesse of flesh He 's murther'd Zan. By whom Oro. This cursed hand d' ee start I thought 't would strike the bloud out of your cheeks And make you paler then the act made me 'T was I 't was I that when your blooming hopes Chear'd with the sun of Majesty were grown Big with expected favours did eclipse The glorious light in a black cloud of death I cut the heartstrings of the Land and fed The groaning earth with bloud whose purple had Been by an ancient stock of ancestors Died into royalty Van. Ingratefull slave why are our swords so slow To execute the villain Eur. Oh hold believe him not he raves These are the births of a distemper'd brain Oro. Thou hast but injured me Eurione In staining their just fury farewel Rest in E•izium whilst I roar in hell Eurione fals Zan. Oh brother if this be true thou hast undone us all Oro. True do not think 'T is any natural distemper that Spreads this malignant vapour through my veins Which nought but th' poison of my guilt corrupts No I have done it brother And