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A45225	Querer por solo querer To love only for love sake : a dramatick romance : represented at Aranjuez, before the King and Queen of Spain, to celebrate the birthday of that King, by the Meninas, which are a sett of ladies, in the nature of ladies of honour in that court, children in years, but higher in degree (being many of them daughters and heyres to grandees of Spain) than the ordinary ladies of honour, attending likewise that queen / written in Spanish by Don Antonio de Mendoza 1623 ; paraphrased in English, anno 1654 ; together with the Festivals of Aranwhez.; Querer por solo querer. English	Hurtado de Mendoza, Antonio, 1586-1644.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.	1671 (1671)	Wing H3799; ESTC R19129	96,399	230

will take it much amiss If any 's cur'd without their aid Yet where 's the Cure that they have made The Church hath DOCTORS too and they Complain of wrong too in their way That Emp'ricks DOCTORS are become And DOCTORS Patients now but Mum. Enter the General Gen. Horrid confusions do I tread And Mazes upon Mazes thred In this new COURT where FELISBRAVE Transported with his Conquests brave In the pursuit thereof suspends The progress to his amorous Ends. Gy. 1. RIFALORO wilt thou eat For I would give thee some choice meat A salv'ry Leg or little Wing Of a Camel which we bring Rif. I would not rob your Grandiships We say LIKE LETTUCE TO LIKE LIPS This if you please having been sick A Chine of Beef but not too thick Gen. Of Rifaloro somewhere near The whining Ecchoes strike my Ear. Gy. 1. Say shall we post thee through the Air in nimble Egg-shell to PERSIA or in vagrant thimble They go about to lay hold on him and he crys out Rif. No no a sober Mule the Spanish pace On foot or mounted not the Wild-goose Chase. Gen. 'T is he and those same Gyants dire About to murther the poor Squire Hold Cowards what is this ye do Gy. 1. Slave who are we and what are you Rif. Hold tardy succ'rer of distress These are Gyants of the Peace Gy. 2. Consider valiant Knight Gy. 1. With those That raunt my Courtesie is Blows Loose me that I may kill him Gen. Come Presumption but be sure strike home Those Rebel-Gyants I would scorn to fear Whose Mountains to scale HEAV'n their Ladders were Rif. GEN'RAL y' undo me with your wroth These Worthies are my friends in troth I tell you true done more for me they have Than my good Grandam who is in her Grave I owe and shall acknowledge whilst I breath A thousand favours to their Worships Sheath Thy Blade and be advis'd to be more plyant The Knight's not always sure to kill the Gyant Gy. 2. This more Since the dissolving of the Charms Know that we Gyants must now lay down Arms. Rif. Well fare thy heart O Gyant well inclin'd Holy and sage and of a peaceful Mind He tells you true the Books are clear in 't all To wit Parismus Amadis de Gaul And Cavalier del Phebo Then 't is rare To unpick quarrels when Laws studied are Enter a Gentleman called Zelindo Gent. Prince FLORANTEO willeth you From CLARIDIANE to shew Unto the Noble Strangers all This Inchanted Court Gy. 1. We shall Mark and thereof ye shall be show'd Each Rarity and every Mode Rif. Are there Complaints Are there Ambitions Lyes are there Are there ill Conditions Are there Envyings Are there Words Sweeter than the Tunes of Birds Before one's face behind the door Back-racket-strokes of a left-handed MOOR Gent. How e're inchanted Court 't is still Here they do lay their sick and ill Of vast extent their SPITTLE is The Quarter of the Grumblers This. Rif. Bad men they are yet have they had much wrong Reaping Rewards which to the Good belong Gy. 1. There are the enviouus Rif. Good Lads those They kill themselves Give me such Foes Gy. 2. There those good Fortune puffs Rif. To morrow I 'll talk with them Such never can bear sorrow Gy. 1. There those who judge by the successes still Rif. May all their Actions be condemn'd by Ill. Gy. 1. Here those that trust in PRINCES FAVOUR Rif. Presumption bind them to their behaviour Gy. 2. A swarm of DUENIAS there Rif. With things I will not meddle that have stings Duenias Mondongas Dwarfs and Pages I leave to bold Plebeian Stages In COURT is sacred ev'ry Lawn Each setting Beauty or which now doth dawn I there adore Each Tyar a DIADEM A weilded SCEPTER each shak'd Fan doth seem I call each Quoif nay ev'ry Bib a CLOTH Of STATE and all for fear I 'll take my Oath Gent. Of Court Diseases talk no more for there Of others weal we all are sick I fear Gen. What not one honest Man in Court then Gent. Yes A Thousand in the Spanish COURT there is Whom you shall see in Magick Perspective Applaud the Golden Age they now retrive Gy. 1. What is that old short Man we spy Rif. I take 't he writes a Comedy For the MENINAS Gy. 1. Who are they Rif. A flight of Birds the first of May Whose chirping Bills which true Division run Will flout and out of Countenance dash the Sun And I can tell a Secret of them too But if thou tell 't again By all that 's true Gy. 1. I tell Rif. They would have Husbands and exact From him a Farse themselves intend to act On that high day which to the WORLD did give Their Royal Master on whose Beams they live And four hundred Columns terse And a conceipt in every verse And a disdain to each eight feet And a Sonnet in each sheet And to every part they ask To comply with which huge task The foresaid Poet by main strength Wire-draws his PLAY to such a length That for a ●ife 't would serve of one That does no good under the Sun Or after whom there 's an Advowson Or before whom there are a Thousan Or of a Suit in CHANCERY Or of a COURT ●xpectancie Which is th' Eternal of Eternitie Gent. Four hundred howers last let it And he who so is wearied wo't The name of tedious shall git Unto himself with Clown to boot For a FESTIVAL set forth To celebrate PHILENO's years By BELIZA's Royal worth Should stop the motion of the Sphears And merits to last evermore As do the years it doth adore Come see Wonders that surpass In this inchanted Looking-glass Relates as seen in the inchanted Glass the Festival which the Queen of Spain made at Aran Juez for the Birth-day of the King Gen. Here view I with what sweetness blest Beauteous CYTHERIAS Nest And a BABYLON of Flow'rs 'Mongst so many pleasant Bow'rs What an illustrious Pallace fair Such a Play-fellow the Air Hath not elsewere None so nigh And splendid-neighbour hath the Sky If DRAGONS kept the GOLDEN-FLEECE And Apples of th' HESPERIDES In the Fable In this Truth Fairer than the Morning's youth HARAMA a glib Chrystal Snake A Girdle to her Fields doth make TAGUS a silver Gyant falls At the feet of her proud Walls This SEAT To whom belongs it Zelind To the Great Shepherd PHILENO who appears Fuller of fame and Worlds than years Whose foot whose hand Both temp'rate in Command The one an easie yoak doth sit The other is a prudent Bit. Gen. Who Leads to this Bow'r of Bliss Zelind That new PHOENIX of Spain swathed in fire Son of himself and his Great Sire Fair seav'nteen Springs hath he compleat Whose understanding is so great That in his pupillage appears Th' expecience of an hundred years And in these fields is celebrated That happy day unto the Earth When he receiv'd his Royal Birth Whence GOOD MENS hopes and BAD MENS fears are dated

Dame that listens to her praise May be presum'd not to abhor The diff'rence then is very great For where there is most diffidence A Cause that can a hearing get Will pick an Eye of Hope from thence But Oh! the space Madam the space Betwixt his passion and relief Who suffers and restrains his Grief Nor open'd to the JUDGE his Case For once I will discover mine Not to perswade thee to incline The least but only let thee see What silence thou hast ow'd to me O how it sweeten would my pain Could my CAUSE hope but to be cast Out after formal sentence past In the fair Court of thy Disdain For though I have a Patience Which needs not this experiment Yet I would owe experience It self to being a Patient Cla. Henceforth thou shalt not to my face Tell me I would not hear thy CASE Nor me with thy dumb Passion twit For thou hast disinvelop'd it Him who his silence for respect Obtrudes upon my estimation For punishment I will direct To speak in nothing nor no fashion For if he persevere not mute I 'll tell him and I 'll smiling do 't What time his pain hath speechless been 'T was 'cause being small he bit it in Which if he now could do no more But LOVE brake ope his prison dore Though with dark-keeping he was mad He 's tame since he began to gad I make no diff'rence 'twixt a wrong And telling me thou do'st despair LOVE haulks at hope when in a Tongue He walks abroad to take the Air. If nourish hope thou ought'st not Thou Do'st thy self wrong as well as me Confiscating by speaking now The merit of thy Secrecie He that of honour understands Pain'd hath his cure in his own hands The glory of concealing it The smart of suff'ring it doth quit And FLORANTEO for the Truth Of thy Affection I should doubt it But that one thing confirm me doth That I desire to be without it Flo. My Errour did not think to be So much beholding unto Thee And faintly hop'd from thine own mouth The undeceiving of my Youth I better than I look'd for fare Though I presum'd to entertain Some thought that to compleat despair I might be help'd by thy disdain Be not so prodigal of scorns On me thy Rigours do not wast With such a deluge of good turns I may grow insolent at last And I to thee would owe no more Meaning to dye to pay this shot And set thee something on my score Cla. I hear thee and I hear thee not Flo. My death will bring some good to thee In ridding thee of me Cla. I doubt it Thy death will bring no good to me For I 'll be rid of thee without it Offers to go away Flo. Into the Garden comes a Knight Cla. Withdraw that I may see unseen Whether or no he doth acquit The promise of his Princely Meen Exit Florant●o Cla. No Man was born to be my Husband no Man Deserves a Love For as when this Man 's scorn'd His everlasting whining deafs a Woman So that grows sawcy if his Love 's return'd The best unjustly blames the worst of Fate Is it unjust to give to all their due He is a Man enough to merit Hate He loves me that 's unpardonable too Nor let fair Virgins murmur at their chance Of being entit'led to ill luck O dull Though frequently repeated Ignorance Is 't no good luck then to be beautiful For if to make us happy Men were able What needed more to make us miserable Enter Felisbravo Fel. A second ARGO fraighted With Fear and Avarice Between the Sea and Skies Hath penetrated To the new World unworn With the red footsteps of the snowy Morn Thirsty of Mines She comes rich back and the curl'd Rampire past Of watry Mountains cast Up by the winds Ungrateful shelf near home Gives her usurped Gold a silver Tomb. A devout PILGRIM who To forreign Temple bare Good pattern fervent prayre Spurr'd by a pious Vow Meas'ring so large a space That Earth lack'd Regions for his Plants to trace Joyful returns though poor And just by his aboad Falling into a Road Which Laws did ill secure Sees plunder'd by a Thief O happier Man than I for 't is his Life Conspicuous grows a TREE Which Wanton did appear First fondling of the Year With smiling Braverie And in his blooming pride The lower house of Flowers did deride When his silk Robes and fair His Youth 's imbellishing The Crownet of a Spring Narcissus of the Air Rough Boreas doth confound And with his Trophies strews the scorned ground Trusted to redious hope So many months the CORN Which now begins to turn Into a golden Crop The lusty Grapes which plump Are the last farewell of the Summers pomp How spatious spreads the VINE Nurs'd up with how much care She lives she thrives grows fair 'Bout her lov'd Elm doth twine Comes a cold Cloud and lays In one the Fabrick of so many days A silver RIVER SMALL In sweet Accents His Musick vents The warbling Virginal To which the merry Birds do sing Timed with stops of gold the chrystal string He steals by a green Wood With fugitive feet Gay jolly sweet Comes me a troubled Flood And scarcely one sand stays To be a witness of his golden days The SHIP' 's up weigh'd The PILGRIM made a Saint Next Spring recrowns the PLANT Winds raise the CORN was laid The Vine is prun'd The Rivulet new tun'd But in the Ill I have I 'm left alive only to dig my Grave Lost BEAUTY I will dye But I will thee recover And that I dye not instantly Shews me more perfect LOVER For my Soul gone before I live not now to live but to deplore Cla. This is he that was more stout Aside Fel. In these blind Paths I go To hunt my Foe Whom having once found out His Blood shall purge the soyl Of a short nap and an immortal spoyl Cla. Well believe 't the Man 's no Fool Nor a boist'rous Sword-man solie For Wisdom taught in Sorrow's School Is the Child of Melancholy Aside Fel. Am I a Prince or am I vile Am I a refined LOVER Am I stout yet all this while Not the PICTURE to recover Cla. Heav'n be juster then that he Have a Picture had of me Aside Fel. Fairest Madam well 't is seen I was ignorant indeed That durst wrong so bright a Queen Cla. Wrong'd he me in word or deed Aside Fel. Yet wise enough I am to know Losing my painted Mistress The unpainted one will after go Cla. Else she her self a STATUE is Aside Fel. A Voice Cla. He has me in his Ear Therefore will I my self unshroud And try his Wit too Knight Fel. Who 's there Claridiana shews her self What Heav'n what Sun breaks through a Cloud Cla. Though my presence All admit Thy presumption wants much Wit If before the ENTERPRIZE Be wholly finish'd thou suppose To pry into the Mysteries Which these inchanted Walls inclose To tame two Dragons

LOVE nor his PANGS last Therefore would I alive remain 'Cause dead impossible 't would prove To obtain Either more Love to cause sweet pain Or more time in which to love I do not with presumptuous Heart Value my self on FORTUNES Frown He that 's o'rethrown For want of taking his own part Gets no Honour by being down The Man that merits not good Fortune If he complain Is not in vain Complain'd of For in due misfortune To murmur is t' offend again I hold it for a wither'd Bays For which I nothing have to show But that proud Fortune is my Foe A poor it is and heartless praise Which to my misery I owe. Heav'nly ZELIDAURA I Am my own Confusion And blame not thee my Misery Being ow'd unto my self alone From others pity I could ne're Extract a Bliss nor fit Imagin it That others should the sorrow bear When I the folly did commit In thy regard alive or dead I cannot be Comforted For whil'st I live thou 'rt lost to me And dead I lose the loving thee When shall these Eyes behold the light For which I Languishing dye When But what needs corporeal sight LOVE can see without an Eye That I a Persian should Adore the SUN Is no wonder But in some Pool 't is safest done Or when a Cloud 't is under For my best SUN if Thee I should see 'T would scorch me with the heat 't would blind me with the Ray Unless as thee I once survay'd 'T were in thy Picture 's cooler shade Or thus by strength of fancy when ev'n that 's away Stands or lyes down with his Eyes fixt towards the door as upon the dear object Enter Zelidaura in the Habit of a Shepherdess Zel. The Patient stays in pain make room A goodyer take you let me come To Him Will your Worship be drest now Fel. The Chyrurgioness art thou Zel. Yes and might be too the wound Fel. Thou might'st indeed For the most sound If with this object he did meet Might dye of a Disease that 's sweet Zel. Art smit Fel. Not I. I 'm prepossest Zel. But a new outeth an old guest He looks upon her amazedly What do yow gape at Fel. If eternally I do not sleep nor All INCHANTMENT be Which I do lay my Eyes upon This Face I 've seen with wonder in another place She 's like the SUN in all save that the Sun Is sole but ZELIDAURA is not One. Did Nature dote so on her pieces worth As to give sundry Copies of it forth Or which no less upon my wonder calls Hath that one Picture four Originals Zel. Now his Brain works like Wax and his five Wits Relapse into their Apoplectick Fits I am resolved I will know his Name Having already broke the Ice of shame What so becalms thee Grievous is the wound Fel. Not now that of my Body Zel. More profound That of thy Soul is thou inferr'st Take heed Of Sleep for that will make it inward bleed And the Man 's giv'n to Sleeping Fel. I shall dye If but of wonder Zel. Where doth thy pain lye Fel. Just at my Heart INCHANTMENTS are the Cause And absence of a Queen that gives it Laws Zel. Peace I would be contented to know less Fel. 'T is she or else her Shadow SHEPHERDESS Come hither have I seen thee before now Zel. Can I tell what thy Eyes have seen Fel. Hast thou Been ever in ARABIA happily Aside Zel. Once but no Happy ARABY to Me. To Him How curious to know all I ne're was out Of these sweet fields Fel. And therefore past all doubt They are so sweet And how art thou call'd Zel. LAURA Coridon's Daughter Fel. Know'st thou ZELIDAURA I fear a new Intrigue Seen thee hath she Zel. Tell me thy Name and here I promise thee A Secret which may fully recompence A Courtesie of greater consequence For to this Graunge comes ZELIDAURA oft And these dumb flow'rs these murmuring springs this soft Consort of Nightingales this Garden Wall Those circumjacent fields LAURA and all Are witness to a pain she doth deplore But till thou have oblig'd me first no more Fel. O jealousie and was not Love enough Jealous so soon Am I such catching stuff Zel. If it import thee to know more of this Say what thou art and why thy coming is Aside Fel. Forgive me Modesty it doth behove I lay thee by to seek not Praise but Love To Her Friend have your Wish Zel. Begin not with Attend. Fel. Nor with O yes Zel. You have a merry Frend. Fel. A King hath PERSIA FELISBRAVO hight High Envy of the GODS MANKINDS delight His birth-day a few Mays have mark'd with Flowers The same join'd with the drops of April show'res Summe up his virtues As in LOGARISM Nine figu●es makes of numbers an Abysm So a few Springs as he hath order'd it Have multiply'd his Years to Infinit Who though not full eight thousand mornings strong He that now wrote his Life would find it long His Body and his Soul are so well met That the best Gem hath the best Cabinet A Veil of Love his Majesty doth shroud Which yet is so seen through that the most proud Tread upon fears and hear their faults aloud He walks through the wide Fields of History North-Star of Kings to steer a true Course by And for their Faults a GLASSE that will not lye His Hand is of two Natures It doth hold STEEL that is clapt into it le ts go GOLD Yet strong submission wrests there out the Sword And frank of Deeds he 's niggard of his Word Lest bashful Bounty make him say the thing Which will not hold For that 's unlike a KING Le ts no base whispers misinform his Youth Nor thinks it thrift on Trust to take up Truth Vice he hath none nor any Age hath seen Amongst so many Flow'rs so little green He looks on BEAUTY pleas'd and passes on A FREE PRINCE still ev'n where she plants her Throne The light thereof he takes the Fire he doth Reject A temperate and a glorious YOUTH Till some just War shall wake his sleeping Sword And splendid Theams to Tongues and Pens afford He follows peaceful War breaks truce with Beasts Sloth Foe to All but most to Royal Breasts The second SOL without his radiant Hair He sacks the Woods dispeoples the wide Ayr The first ADONE without his VENUS Groves He doth adorn and peoples those with Loves This Prince felt never never he LOVE'S smart Nor his most Golden Shaft durst wound his Heart Until a Captive did in Persia thunder Such Praises of a PRINCESSE the Worlds Wonder As stunn'd his senses set his Heart at Bay 'Twixt trembling boldness and 'twixt bold dismay Of Wounds less mortal dy'd the Royal Slave Who ZELIDAURA'S Picture to him gave Mute Circle of two Suns Th' inamour'd King Whil'st he impatient settles ev'ry thing In order to come after that his Realm Lament not his short abscence from the Helm Commands my Journey to Tartaria poast

deeds to boast Thee for their Author Leave fam'd Prince soft thoughts Leave CUPID'S vain Caresses and tame faults Of Idleness thy Damask Blade unsheath In Rest couch Ash on which when North Winds breath It bends a Twig but now more stubborn W●od Shew's Beak of Steel made drunk with Crimson Flood Arm'd let the Field behold thee and make blush The shoulders of thy digg'd Bucephalus With Foamed Spurs In thee APOLLO bright Be dy'd with Blood Red Mars be guilt with Light My Truncheon weild with that victorious Hand Two Phoenixes shall then the ARABS Land As to immortal as to glorious have But as to valiant only FELISBRAVE Aside Fel. LOVE and HONOUR pull two ways And I stand doubtful which to take To Arabia Honour says Love says no thy stay here make HONOUR like to lose the day Pity throws into her scale LOVE Gratitude in his doth lay Fearing else not to prevail Fair ZELIDAURA shall I flee Just now when in her Grace I stand One of those happy Fools to be Who prize no bird that 's in the hand Aside So your less Fool a Child too cryes For a rich Gem which got the Boy Runs after something else he spies And leaves his Iewel for a toy Deaf then to loud Musick of MARS To his spread Flags let me be blind I 'm summon'd here to higher Wars And those are cruel these are kind To wrong'd Claridiana than Discourteous Coward shall I prove Knowing my Heart as I do can Dare I to it such baseness move Not by Courtship not on Do●n Is acquir'd sublime Renoun But Prowess indefatigable Scales Alpes and ploughs up Seas unstable Cla. How long he doth debate it in his Brest Slow comes Relief where little Love doth rest Aside still Fel. Pardon me Zelidaure this way I take And which is more I leave thee for thy sake For of thy Lover none deserves the Name Who will not succour a Distressed Dame Stand me Arabia If I gain the day The Spoils at ZELIDAURA'S Feet I 'll lay Enter General Gen. Leave FELISBRAVO leave the vain Alarms Of a false HONOUR and LOVE'S vaines Charms These pull proud PONTUS on thy trembling Relm Ev'n Courage fears the Pilot from the Helm Hast home 'T is brav'ry past my skill t' admire To quench another's house thine own on fire Once let not appetite prevail not still The worst be chose and Reason stoop to Will Waste not thy years in Love or cruel Ruth And weed betimes ev'n Flow'rs that choak thy Youth Return to PERSIA leave Romancing leave Disnerving Loves and all that may deceive The Harvest of so fair a Spring The Birth Of Kings is to be Patterns to the Earth Not blotting-papers but to write fair by Nor pleasures Slaves or tryumphs of an Eye Cla. This seems a trick Heav'ns That a Man should dare To forfeit his good Manners to my Pray'r Fel. GEN'RAL well urg'd But first I 'll pay two scores One here another where my Soul adores To Her CLARIDIANA comfort thy soft Brest Heroick Minds are try'd when they are prest List me thy Captain or thy Souldier Come Live thou though I dye here and lose at home Gen. Bright Persian Prince The WORLD will hang the Temple of thy worth With all the Vows OPPRESSION shall rack forth T' ARABIA then thy look will conquer there And thy Fame strike the Pontick King with Fear Aside Fel. Good Courtier but ill Lover now am I I know it but I know no Remedy Aside Cla. I carry thee to War against my Land Against my Heart to War too underhand Exeunt Enter Zelidaura 'T is not the Persian FELISBRAVE He would have follow'd And if FAME With a true Mouth his Worth proclaim HE if he lov'd my Love might have For he that will my Hand deserve Must in a constant Soul comprize The understanding of the Wise. The diligence of those that serve Perfections of a KING discover And the tremblings of a Lover Enter Claridoro habited like a Countrey Gentleman Claro For the Queen now To Court to call me is no pleasure To one who wisely minds the Plow And rowls in Leisure Sweet Solitude still Mirth that fear'st no wrong Because thou doest none Morning all day long Truth 's Sanctuary Innocency's Spring Invention's Limbeck Contemplation's Wing Peace of my Soul which I too late pursude That know'st not the Worlds vain Inquietude Where Friends the Thieves of Time let us alone Whole days and a Mans Hours are all his own Happy art thou that unsupplanted plantest Nor seest in COURT which to thy Harm thou hantest Th' undoing Truth of rigid Honesty The profitable Lye of Flattery The sweet Disease of Hope the Potion And bitter Health of Undeception Turns to her Madam your pleasure for in haste A Servant call'd me to wait on Your Highness Zel. Diligence goes fast As for haste else there was none The wounded Stranger is he gone Claro Just now Zel. I ask'd that which I grieve to know Aside Went he Cur'd fully Claro Truly No He stumbled o're his Health because a Woman In a Mans Habilliment Invited by his Fame did summon Him to some Action and with Her he went Zel. With a Woman Caro. Yes and one Whose spriteliness whose Beauty's Rays Whose every way perfection I never to the worth can praise And the valiant FELISBRAVE For so she call'd him went with her So contented brisk and brave Zel. Peace It is too much to hear Treason against Love nay High Treason Together did they go Claro Together Zel. Now you lye you lye But ah 't is true because it grieves me so Bid them that Fellow hither bring I caus'd be seiz'd on Claro What means this But Duty says know not the thing Which hidden by thy Sov'raign is Exit Zel. A Man denies to me his Name Leaves me and for another Dame And have I yet so much good nature As to complain of such a Creature Go thou cruel Man to me Hope not I 'll my self deplore Upon thy score For to form Complaints of Thee Were to make my favours more If the meer thinking thou wert lov'd To remove Thee could move Well thou might'st have not remov'd For thou wert not yet belov'd If my Will inclin'd a little Well that deserv'd thy hope to swell CONFIDENCE well Well thy Vanity to tickle But it not deserv'd thee fickle Thy thus for getting doth confess Thou held'st the victory secure Thy Tryumph sure For whil'st you live a Happiness Is Mother of Forgetfulness O froward Stars What I betray'd How can I suffer such a strange And sudden change That I whom LOVE fear'd to invade Object should of SCORN be made Ignoble Knight Lover unkind Inconstant as the Wind If she thy Love requite In mid'st of Ioyes be sterv'd And let unhappiness be once deserv'd Art thou a PRINCE Fame lies Plain dealing is for Majesties A Prince will falshood flye If but because it argues fear to Lye Seem only wise in that Thou be unfortunate Earn neither Brass

nor Pen To make thee live with Men And let thy Name if it in FANES they kerve For scorn for pity nor for pattern serve In thee just jealousie move A thousand ways Another Less lovely less a Lover So short let thy sweets prove That thy felicity May be an inch to measure BEAUTY by This who thy Wife to be Seeks by supplanting Me Maist thou love her like those that foul ones chuse May she love thee as courted fair ones use And if she prove a Bane In being immortal let it seem my pain If ye shall disagree Live to Eternitie If ye love live a year An hour if fondly dear But do not live a jot And let a Faulchion cut your NUPTIAL Knot Enter Rifaloro trembling Rif. O that in fooling tune I were But I am not in tune to fool By HERCULES I have a fear Withall my strength I cannot rule And if Rewards for fear were set I those from all the World should get They say 't is ZELIDAURA'S Grace Whom I call'd Mad-cap to her face So now must I expect the pay Of those who Truths to Great-Ones say Give me Madam I recoil Offers to approach her and dares not Thy Feet No Zel. The Servant vile He for that Lye shall feel my Thunder But If a King could lye what wonder Rif. A Devil Angeliz'd is shee I tremble like an Aspine Tree Each joint's a leaf Zel. What makes this Rascal stay Sees him Oh! Is he there Rif. Give Give me I say Zel. I 'll give thee Death Impostor Traitor Lifts up her hand as if to strike him Rif. Hold Thunderbolt of Lillies Zel. Traitor How is thy Master call'd Rif. Things seem And are not Man's Life is a dream Zel. His Name Rif. A Servant is all Ear and sight Zel. I 'll have his Name Rif. And reason good PERSIANO I 'm not understood Zel. Villain His Name Rif. I say the same DON PERSIANO is his Name Zel. Thou triflest with thy Life Confess Offers at him with a Dagger Or Rif. Hold then Zel. His true Name express Rif. PER SI A NO Angel stay Playing with Hands is the Clowns play In Cypher is his true Name writ And I have lost the Key of it Falls on his knees Weary not thy self QUEEN mine Racks shall not force it from this Brest For though to Iesting I incline I ne're thought Knavery a good Jest. Zel. A Rogue on Honours points to stand In thee it is a sauciness 'T is well I knew it before hand And yet withal I must confess This Servant with the Soul he hath Might teach his Master to keep Faith What a foul shame ' t is Rif. By the Gods Those Sages who do boast such odds Of all the World shall find We Fools Are most considerable Tools Zel. The ill-deserved Name to ME Of FELISBRAVE is known already Who of Arabia is gone to be The petty King and the Gallant unsteddy He Travail'd with CLARIDIANE Follow him thou this Royal Hand With servile Blood I scorn to stain And let thy Master understand Though he pretend t' invincible that I Will make him for my trampled footstool lye A Woman in Revenge a Soveraign In Courage and a MISTRESSE in Disdain Rif. With CLARIDIANE by JOVE Did he go Zel. I think thou 'rt glad Rif. Have I not cause if he can love A pair of Queens and make them both run Mad The Spanish fashion hath my Vote In Mistresses though not in Diet One goes but dully down the Throte Six in a Dish the modern Riot Zel. If thy Doctrine Knave Men follow They had need of a great swallow Rif. Two at a clap why now he 's somebody He ' as laid already the trunk-breeches by One was the stint of old our Fare now mends To thy Twin-Sister hast thou no Commends Zel. Away like Light'ning tell them their Fate comes SCORN clears the Ways and ANGER beats my Drums Rif. This Queen knows how her Poast to chuse That sends a Fool with an ill News Exeunt Trumpets and Drums Sound a March and Enter Felisbravo General and Claridiana Armed and People as an Army Marching Cla. This is ARABIA Fel. You Adamant Wall With its proud Tow'rs at thy kiss'd Feet shall fall For so resolv'd though slender are thy Bands To Ammunition they will turn these Sands Gen. A flying Squadron meets us on the Border In a loose way without all Martial Order It looks like Peace Fel. To overcome procure In Traitors looks no signs of Peace are sure Trumpets and Drums and Enter Floranteo with People Flo. Thy warlike Preparations QUEEN suspend Gay Purple button clasp not glitt'ring Steel Since now the People neither Wall defend Nor with Usurping Grasp the SCEPTER feel Enter thy lofty PALACE Roof'd with Gold Thy little-spoil'd though much profan'd ABODES Chuse where thou lik'st and in calm Peace grow old 'T is ill Rebelling against Kings or Gods Not to disturb it FLORANTEO came But thy disturbed Kingdom to recover To kiss thy hand as of his Soveraign Dame Not challenge it as thy presumptuous Lover Cla. Rise and be second to thy thankful Queen Flo. Wear this Gold-Crown first wreath'd with Laurel-green And Olive which thy Birth and Virtue give Live long our QUEEN All. CLARIDIANA live Enter Rifaloro with a Poast-whip in his hand Rif. Rare Post-horses in less than half an hour To bring me hither from TARTARIA My own Barbs lay'd would have conveigh'd me slower Nor could I have come sooner in a Play The Woman is a Harpie O! that I Were one of your Wind-mongers that Cry News To relate mine with strange Romancery But I have no Alliance with those Iews Here are Soldiers That is hee Sir your Foot and take my Knee Fel. These Armes my RIFALORO Where hast been What hast thou done since thou by me wert seen Rif. The Story 's long Some other tell it Thee Who hath no Wit to spoil his Memorie Rowse Sir with thicker Steel your Breast immure Nor FELISBRAVO nor ARABIA now Nor the spectator World can be secure From ZELIDAURA who because that thou Deny'st to her thy Name and she 's alarm'd With your joint-journey comes with Terrours Arm'd Fel. Thou Slave it seems made of the coursest Clay A Secret so important didst betray But I 'm right serv'd Rif. This 't is now to know any Secret of one who tells it unto many Fel. This 't is when Kings consort themselves with Grooms Rif. Help Masters or if not Might Right o'recomes Gen. What is the matter Rif. Nothing but the King Pays Honesty her Wages A fine thing It is to look on a rare decking sure For a Rich Man but 't will undo a poor And be suspected too So counterfet Seems the best Iewell when 't is meanly set All I have gain'd by being true was There A Iayl a Dagger at my Bosome Here This which you see 'T is time to rest say I And cast safe Anchor upon Knavery Fel. In what a leaking Butt Have I my Secret put No angry