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A17956	The tragedie of Mariam, the faire queene of Iewry. VVritten by that learned, vertuous, and truly noble ladie, E.C.; Mariam	Cary, Elizabeth, Lady, 1585 or 6-1639.; Berkeley, Elizabeth, Lady, 1575-1635, attributed name.; Carey, Elizabeth, Lady, d. 1618, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 4613; ESTC S107482	37,003	72

firtill ground Sal. Then let the fire deuoure her Her T' will not bee Flame is from her deriu'd into my heart Thou nursest flame flame will not murther thee My fairest Mariam fullest of desert Salom. Then let her liue for me Herod Nay she shall die But can you liue without her Sal. doubt you that Herod I 'me sure I cannot I beseech you trie I haue experience but I know not what Salom. How should I try Her Why let my loue be slaine But if we cannot liue without her sight You le finde the meanes to make her breathe againe Or else you will bereaue my comfort quite Sal. Oh I I warrant you Herod What is she gone And gone to bid the world be ouerthrowne What is her hearts composure hardest stone To what a passe are cruell women growne She is return'd already haue you done I st possible you can command so soone A creatures heart to quench the flaming Sunne Or from the skie to wipe away the Moone Salo. If Mariam be the Sunne and Moone it is For I already haue commanded this Her But haue you seene her cheek Sal. A thousand times Herod But did you marke it too Sal. I very well Herod What i st Sal. A Crimson bush that euer limes The soule whose foresight doth not much excell Herod Send word she shall not dye Her cheek a bush Nay then I see indeed you markt it not Sal. T is very faire but yet will neuer blush Though foule dishonors do her forehead blot Herod Then let her die t is very true indeed And for this fault alone shall Mariam bleed Sal. What fault my Lord Herod What fault i st you that aske If you be ignorant I know of none To call her backe from death shall be your taske I 'm glad that she for innocent is knowne For on the brow of Mariam hangs a Fleece Whose slenderest twine is strong enough to binde The hearts of Kings the pride and shame of Greece Troy flaming Helens not so fairely shinde Salom. T is true indeed she layes them out for nets To catch the hearts that doe not shune a baite T is time to speake for Herod sure forgets That Mariams very tresses hide deceit Her Oh doe they so nay then you doe but well Insooth I thought it had beene haire Nets call you them Lord how they doe excell I neuer saw a net that show'd so faire But haue you heard her speake Sal. You know I haue Her: And were you not amaz'd Sal. No not a whit Her Then t' was not her you heard her life I le saue For Mariam hath a world amazing wit Salo. She speaks a beautious language but within Her heart is false as powder and her tongue Doth but allure the auditors to sinne And is the instrument to doe you wrong Herod It may be so nay t is so shee 's vnchaste Her mouth will ope to eu'ry strangers eare Then let the executioner make haste Lest she inchant him if her words he heare Let him be deafe lest she do him surprise That shall to free her spirit be assignde Yet what boots deafenes if he haue his eyes Her murtherer must be both deafe and blinde For if he see he needs must see the starres That shine on eyther side of Mariams face Whose sweet aspect will terminate the warres Wherewith he should a soule so precious chase Her eyes can speake and in their speaking moue Oft did my heart with reuerence receiue The worlds mandates Pretty tales of loue They vtter which can humane bondage weaue But shall I let this heauens modell dye Which for a small selfe-portraiture she drew Her eyes like starres her forehead like the skie She is like Heauen and must be heauenly true Salom. Your thoughts do raue with doating on the Queen Her eyes are ebon hewde and you 'll confesse A sable starre hath beene but seldome seene Then speake of reason more of Mariam lesse Herod Your selfe are held a goodly creature heere Yet so vnlike my Mariam in your shape That when to her you haue approached neere My selfe hath often tane you for an Ape And yet you prate of beautie goe your waies You are to her a Sun burnt Blackamore Your paintings cannot equall Mariams praise Her nature is so rich you are so poore Let her be staide from death for if she die We do we know not what to stop her breath A world cannot another Mariam buy Why stay you lingring countermaund her death Salo. Then you le no more remember what hath past Sohemus loue and hers shall be forgot T is well in truth that fault may be her last And she may mend though yet she loue you not Her: Oh God t is true Sohemus earth and heau'n Why did you both conspire to make me curst In cousning me with showes and proofes vneu'n She show'd the best and yet did proue the worst Her show was such as had our singing king The holy Dauid Mariams beautie seene The Hittits had then felt no deadly sting Nor Bethsabe had neuer bene a Queene Or had his sonne the wisest man of men Whose fond delight did most consist in change Beheld her face he had bene staid agen No creature hauing her can wish to range Had Asuerus seene my Mariams brow The humble Iewe she might haue walkt alone Her beautious vertue should haue staid below Whiles Mariam mounted to the Persian throne But what auailes it all for in the waight She is deceitfull light as vanitie Oh she was made for nothing but a bait To traine some haples man to miserie I am the haples man that haue bene trainde To endles bondage I will see her yet Me thinkes I should discerne her if she fainde Can humane eyes be dazde by womans wit Once more these eyes of mine with hers shall meet Before the headsman doe her life bereaue Shall I for euer part from thee my sweet Without the taking of my latest leaue Salo: You had as good resolue to saue her now I le stay her death t is well determined For sure she neuer more will breake her vow Sohemus and Iosephus both are dead Herod She shall not liue nor will I see her face A long heald wound a second time doth bleed With Ioseph I remember her disgrace A shamefull end ensues a shamefull deed Oh that I had not cald to minde anew The discontent of Mariams wauering hart T was you you foule mouth'd Ate none but you That did the thought hereof to me impart Hence from my sight my blacke tormenter hence For hadst not thou made Herod vnsecure I had not doubted Mariams innocence But still had held her in my heart for pure Salo: I le leaue you to your passion t is no time To purge me now though of a guiltles crime Exit Herod Destruction take thee thou hast made my hart As heauie as reuenge I am so dull Me thinkes I am not sensible of smart Though hiddious horrors at my bosome pull My head waies downwards

death And let those traytors feele the worst of feares Now Salome will whine to begge his breath But I le be deafe to prayers and blind to teares Phero. He is my Lord from Salom diuorst Though her affection did to leaue him grieue Yet was she by her loue to you inforst To leaue the man that would your foes relieue Herod Then haste them to their death I will requite Thee gentle Mariam Salom I meane The thought of Mariam doth so steale my spirit My mouth from speech of her I cannot weane Exit Actus 4. Scoena 3. Herod Mariam Herod ANd heere she comes indeed happily met My best and deerest halfe what ailes my deare Thou doest the difference certainly forget Twixt Duskey habits and a time so cleare Mar. My Lord I suit my garment to my minde And there no cheerfull colours can I finde Herod Is this my welcome haue I longd so much To see my dearest Mariam discontent What i st that is the cause thy heart to touch Oh speake that I thy sorrow may preuent Art thou not Iuries Queene and Herods too Be my Commandres be my Soueraigne guide To be by thee directed I will woo For in thy pleasure lies my highest pride Or if thou thinke Iudaeas narrow bound Too strict a limit for thy great command Thou shalt be Empresse of Arabia crownd For thou shalt rule and I will winne the Land I le robbe the holy Dauids Sepulcher To giue thee wealth if thou for wealth do care Thou shalt haue all they did with him inter And I for thee will make the Temple bare Mar. I neither haue of power not riches want I haue enough nor doe I wish for more Your offers to my heart no ease can grant Except they could my brothers life restore No had you wisht the wretched Mariam glad Or had your loue to her bene truly tide Nay had you not desir'd to make her sad My brother nor my Grandsyre had not dide Her Wilt thou beleeue no oathes to cleere thy Lord How oft haue I with execration sworne Thou art by me belou'd by me ador'd Yet are my protestations heard with scorne Hercanus plotted to depriue my head Of this long setled honor that I weare And therefore I did iustly doome him dead To rid the Realme from perill me from feare Yet I for Mariams sake doe so repent The death of one whose blood she did inherit I wish I had a Kingdomes treasure spent So I had nere expeld Hercanus spirit As I affected that same noble youth In lasting infamie my name inrole If I not mournd his death with heartie truth Did I not shew to him my earnest loue When I to him the Priesthood did restore And did for him a liuing Priest remoue Which neuer had bene done but once before Mariam I know that mou'd by importunitie You made him Priest and shortly after die Herod I will not speake vnles to be beleeu'd This froward humor will not doe you good It hath too much already Herod grieu'd To thinke that you on termes of hate haue stood Yet smile my dearest Mariam doe but smile And I will all vnkind conceits exile Mari. I cannot frame disguise nor neuer taught My face a looke dissenting from my thought Herod By heau'n you vexe me build not on my loue Mari. I wil not build on so vnstable ground Herod Nought is so fixt but peeuishnes may moue Mar. T is better sleightest cause then none were foūd Herod Be iudge your selfe if euer Herod sought Or would be mou'd a cause of change to finde Yet let your looke declare a milder thought My heart againe you shall to Mariam binde How oft did I for you my Mother chide Reuile my Sister and my brother rate And tell them all my Mariam they belide Distrust me still if these be signes of hate Actus 4. Scoena 4. Herod VVHat hast thou here Bu. A drinke procuring loue The Queene desir'd me to deliuer it Mar. Did I some hatefull practise this will proue Yet can it be no worse then Heauens permit Herod Confesse the truth thou wicked instrument To her outragious will t is passion sure Tell true and thou shalt scape the punishment Which if thou doe conceale thou shalt endure Bu. I know not but I doubt it be no lesse Long since the hate of you her heart did cease Herod Know'st thou the cause thereof Bu. My Lord I gesse Sohemus told the tale that did displease Herod Oh Heauen Sohemus false Goe let him die Stay not to suffer him to speake a word Oh damned villaine did he falsifie The oath he swore eu'n of his owne accord Now doe I know thy falshood painted Diuill Thou white Inchantres Oh thou art so foule That Ysop cannot clense thee worst of euill A beautious body hides a loathsome soule Your loue Sohemus mou'd by his affection Though he haue euer heretofore bene true Did blab forsooth that I did giue direction If we were put to death to slaughter you And you in blacke reuenge attended now To adde a murther to your breach of vow Mar. Is this a dream Her Oh Heauen that t' were no more I le giue my Realme to who can proue it so I would I were like any begger poore So I for false my Mariam did not know Foule pith contain'd in the fairest rinde That euer grac'd a Caedar Oh thine eye Is pure as heauen but impure thy minde And for impuritie shall Mariam die Why didst thou loue Sohemus Mar they can tell That say I lou'd him Mariam saies not so Herod Oh cannot impudence the coales expell That for thy loue in Herods bosome glowe It is as plaine as water and deniall Makes of thy falsehood but a greater triall Hast thou beheld thy selfe and couldst thou staine So rare perfection euen for loue of thee I doe profoundly hate thee Wert thou plaine Thou shoul'dst the wonder of Iudea bee But oh thou art not Hell it selfe lies hid Beneath thy heauenly show Yet neuer wert thou chast Thou might'st exalt pull downe command forbid And be aboue the wheele of fortune plast Hadst thou complotted Herods massacre That so thy sonne a Monarch might be stilde Not halfe so grieuous such an action were As once to thinke that Mariam is defilde Bright workmanship of nature sulli'd ore With pitched darknes now thine end shall bee Thou shalt not liue faire fiend to cozen more With heauy semblance as thou cousnedst mee Yet must I loue thee in despight of death And thou shalt die in the dispight of loue For neither shall my loue prolong thy breath Nor shall thy losse of breath my loue remoue I might haue seene thy falsehood in thy face Where coul'dst thou get thy stares that seru'd for eyes Except by theft and theft is foule disgrace This had appear'd before were Herod wise But I 'me a sot a very sot no better My wisedome long agoe a wandring fell Thy face incountring it my wit did fetter And made me for delight my