1 Saint Patrick for Ireland

St. PATRICK FOR IRELAND . The first Part .

Written by James Shirley .

LONDON , Printed by J. Raworth , for R. Whitaker . 1640 .

The Prologue . WE know not what will take , your pallats are Various , and many of them sick I feare : We can but serve up what our Poets dresse , And not considering cost , or paines to please ; We should be very happy , if at last , We could find out the humour of your taste , That we might fit , and feast it , so that you Were constant to your selves , and kept that true ; For some have their opinions so displeas'd , They come not with a purpose to be pleas'd : Or like some birds that leave the flowry fields , They only stoop at that corruption yeilds . It were a custome would lesse staine the times , To praise the vertues , when you chide the crimes . This is but cold encouragement , but we Hope here are few of those , or if there be , We wish 'em not infectious , nor confine We censures ; woo'd each soule were masculine : For your owne sakes we wish all here to day , Knew but the art and labour of a Play ; Then you would value the true Muses paine , The throwes and travell of a teeming braine . But we have no despaire , that all here may Be friends , and come with candor to this Play . St. Patrick whose large story cannot be Bound in the limits of one Play , if ye First welcome this , you 'll grace our Poets art , And give him Courage for a second part .

The names of the Actors . Leogarius , Monarch of Ireland . . his Sons . Corybreus , Conallus Dichu , A Noble-man . his Sons . Ferochus , Endarius , Milcho , A great Officer . Archimagus , The chife Priest , a Magitian . Two other Priests . St. Patrick . Victor , his Angell-Guardian . Bards . Rodamant , Archimagus Servant . Souldiers . Angels . Religious men . Servants . Queene . her Daughters . Ethne , Fedella , Emeria , Milcho's Daughter .

Act. I. Enter Archimagus , and two other Magitians , at severall doores . 1.

WE are undone .

We are lost .

Ar. Not so , your feares Become you not , great Priests of Jove and Saturn ; Shall we that awe we the furies , at whose charme Hell itselfe quakes , be frighted with a shadow , A tame , a naked Church-man and his tribe Of austere starved faces ? no , this Kingdome Shall still be ours , and flourish , every Altar Breathe incense to our gods , and shine with flames , To strike this Christian blinde . 1. This is but ayre , He is now landing , every tread he prints Upon this earth , will make it grone . Ar. Are not The havens strengthned by the Kings command With souldiers , to watch that none arrive With this suspition . 2 But we that can Command armies from hell for our designe , And blast him , now stand idle , and benumm'd , And shall grow here ridiculous statues , I 'le Muster my friends . 1. And if I ha'not lost My power , the Spirits shall obey to drowne This stragler , and secure this threatned Island . Ar. Stay , which of you can boast more power than I ? For every Spirit you command , my spells Can raise a legion ; you know I can Untennant hell , dispeople the wide ayre , Where like innumerous atomes the blacke genij Hover , and nistle one another , all That haunt the woods and waters , all i' th darke And solitary chambers of the earth , Breake through their Adamantine chaines , and fly Like Lightning to my will , and shall your factious And petty correspondence with the fiends , Attempt this worke without my voice and counsell ? Who brought you first acquainted with the divell ? Did not my Art ? 1 We are disciples to The Great Archimagus . 2. We acknowledge all Our Art deriv'd from you . 1. But in this justice to our gods , we hope Our gods chiefe Priest will give us leave â�� Ar. Yes , and confirme it , and applaud your zeales , My fellowes both in sacred Arts and Priesthood . Go on , I praise your resolution : My Spirit gave intelligence before Of his approach , and by all circumstance , Our prophesie doth point this Christian Priest The blacke subversion of our Isle , but we Like masters of all destiny , will breake His fate , and bruise him in his Infancy Of danger to this Kingdome , fly and be ' Arm'd to your wishes ; Spirits shall attend you , And the whole power of hell . Exeunt Magitians . This newes affrights me , How e're I seem to swell with confidence , This is the man , and this the revolution , Fixt for the change of sacrifice foretold , And threatned in this fatall prophesie . A man shall come into this Land , With shaven Crowne , and in his hand A crooked Staffe , he shall command , And in the East his table stand ; From his warme lips a streame shall flow , To make rockes melt , and Churches grow , Where while be sings , our gods shall bow , And all our kings his law allow . He reades

This , this is the vexation .

Enter Endarius . End.

Sir , the King .

Ar.

What of the King ?

End.

Is troubled , sicke , distracted .

Ar.

How ?

End. With a dreame ; he has no peace within him ; You must with all haste visit him , we shall Suspect his death else . Enter Ferochus . Fer. Mighty Priest , as you Respect the safety of the King , you must Make haste , the Court is up in armes , and he Calls for his sword . Ar. You fright me gentlemen : Rebellion in the Court , who are the Traytors ? Fer. His owne wilde thoughts , and apprehension Of what , he sayes , was in his sleepe presented , He calls upon his Guard , and railes upon 'em , When they appeare with no more armes , and sweares That every man shall weare a Tun of Iron . End.

The Prince .

Enter Conallus . Con. The King impatient of your absence , Sir , Hath left the Court , and by some few attended Is coming hither , laden with feare and weapons ; He talks of strange things in his dreame , and frights Our eares with an invasion , that his Crowne Sits trembling on his head , unlesse your wisdome Cleare his dark feares , we are undone . Arc.

He 's here .

Enter King Leogarius , Corybreus Dichu .

How fares the King ?

Leo. Deare Archimagus , We want thy skill to interpret a black dreame I had last night , my fancie is still sick on 't , And with the very apprehension I feele much of my soule dissolve , and through My frighted pores , creep from me in a sweat : I shall have nothing in me but a bath , Vnlesse thou do repaire my languishing essence With thy great art and counsell . Arc. Give me , Sir , The particular of your dreame . Leo. They must not heare it , Yet stay ; the Ecclipse , if it be any thing , Is universall , aad doth darken all . Me thought , Archimagus , as I was praying I' th' Temple neere the sea , my Queene , my Sons , Daughters , and Traine of my Nobilitie Prostrate before the Altar , on the sudden The roofe did open , and from Heaven a flame Descending on the images of our gods , Began to burne the sacred browes , from which Many deformed worms , and hideous serpents Come crawling forth , and leap'd unto our throats , Where , with their horrid circles and embrace , We were almost strangled : in this fright , me thought We fled out of the Temple , and as soone We saw a pale man coming from the sea , Attended by a Tribe of reverend men , At whose approach the Serpents all unchain'd Themselves , and leaving our imprison'd necks , Crept into the earth , straight all that were with me , As I had been the prodigie , forsooke me , My wife , my children , Lords , my servants all , And fled to this pale man , who told me , I Must submit too , humble my selfe to him , This wither'd peece of man : at which , my-thought , I felt a trembling shoot through every part , And with the horror , thus to be depos'd , I waken'd . Now , Archimagus , thy Art To cure thy soule-sick King . Arc.

'T is done already .

Leo.

How , my deare Priest ?

Arc. This pale thing shall not trouble you , He that so long was threatned to destroy Vs and our Gods , is come . Leo.

Ha , where ?

Arc. Now landing : But were the coasts unguarded , he wants power To fight with those aetheriall troops , that wait Vpon the Gods we serve . He is now dying , This minute they have blasted him : and they , Above the speed of wings , are flying hither With the glad newes , be calme agen , and let not These airy dreames distract your peace . Leo. They are vanish'd Already at thy voyce , thou ( next our Gods The hope of this great Island ) hast disperst All clouds , and made it a faire skie againe , My learned Archimagus . Enter Spirits . 1.

He is come .

He 's come .

And we must flye .

Leo. What voyces make the aire So sad ? Cor.

They strike a horror .

Con.

They are Spirits .

Arc.

I command once more to oppose him .

In vaine , great Priest .

We must away .

Away .

Omnes .

We cannot , dare not stay .

Exeunt . Enter , Angell Victor , bearing a banner with a crosse , St. Patrick and other Priests in procession singing . Leo. What harmony is this ? I have no power To do them harme , observe their ceremonie . Ode . Post maris savi fremitus Iernae ( Navitas coelo tremulos beante ) Uidimus gratum jubar enatantes littus inaurans Montium quin vos juga , vosque sylvo Nunc salutamus , chorus advenarum Jubilum retrÃ² modulantur , Ecce Carbasa ventis Dulce supremo melÃ²s occinanus Carminum flagrans Domino litamen Cujus erranti dabitur popello Numine sacrum . Leo. I 'll speake to him . Stay , you that have presum'd Without our leave , to print your desperate foot Vpon our Countrey ; say , what bold designe Hath arm'd you with this insolent noyse , to dare And fright the holy peace of this faire I le ; Nay , in contempt of all our gods , advance Your songs in honour of an unknowne power ? The King commands you speake . Patr. Vnto that title Thus we all bow ; it speakes you are alli'd To Heaven , great Sir , we come not to distract Your peace , looke on your number , we bring no Signes of sterne war , no invasive force to draw Feare , or suspition , or your frownes upon us : A handfull of poore naked men we are , Throwne on your Coast , whose armes are only prayer , That you would not be more unmercifull Than the rough seas , since they have let us live To finde your charitie . Leo.

Whence are you ?

Patr.

We are of Britaine , Sir .

Leo.

Your name , that answer for the rest so boldly ?

Patr. My name is Patrick , who with these poore men Beseech you would permit . Leo. No dwelling here , And therefore quit this Kingdome speedily , Or you shall curse you saw the land . Dic.

Are they not Spies ?

Arc. A whirlewind snatch 'em hence , and on the back Of his black wings transport these fugitives , And drop their cursed-heads into the sea , Or land 'em in some cold remotest wildernesse Of all the world , they must not here inhabit . Dic.

Hence , or we 'll force you with these goads .

Cor. Vnlesse You have a mind to try how well your hoods Can swim , go trudge back to your rotten bark , And steere another course . Fer. You will finde Ilands Peopled with Squirrils , Rate , and Crowes , and Coneyes , Where you may better plant , my reverend Moles . End.

Faces about .

Pat. You are inhospitable , And have more flintie bosomes than the rocks That bind your shores , and circle your faire Iland : But I must not returne . Leo.

How ?

Arc.

How ?

Pat. Till I haue Perform'd my dutie : Know great King , I have Commission for my stay , I came not hither Without command , Legat from him , before Whose angry breath the rocks doe breake and thaw ; To whose nod the mountaines humble their proud heads , The earth , the water , aire and heaven is his , And all the stars that shine with evening flames , Shew but their trembling when they wait on him : This supreme Kings command I have obey'd , Who sent me hither to bring you to him , And this still wandring nation , to those springs Where soules are everlastingly refresh'd ; Vnto those gardens , whose immortall flowers Staine your imagin'd shades , and blest abodes . Leo.

What place is this ?

Pat. Heaven ; now a great way off . But not accessible to those permit Their pretious soules be strangled thus with mists , And false opinion of their gods . Arc.

No more .

Pat. I must say more in my great Masters cause , And tell you in my dreames , he hath made me heare From the dark wombs of mothers , prison'd infants Confessing how their parents are mis-led , And calling me thus far to be their freedome . Have pitie on your selves , be men , and let not A blind devotion to your painted gods . â�� Dic. He does blaspheme . Accept me , Jove , thy Priest , And this my sacrifice . Ha , mine armes grow stiffe , I feele an ice creeping through all my bloud , There 's winter in my heart , I change o' th' sudden Am growne a statue , every limb is marble ; Yee gods take pitie on me , in your cause I wither thus ; Jove , if thou hast a lightning , Bestow some here , and warme me . Cor.

Strange !

End.

Father ! Brother , if he should dye now ?

Fer. I am his eldest son , he shall find me reasonable , He may doe worse , considering how long I have been of age . Dic. No power let fall compassion . I have Offended . Whom ? I know not , this good man Forgive , and if the Deitie thou serv'st Can put a life into this frozen pile , Pray for me . Leo. Villaine , wouldst thou owe thy life To the mercie of the power he serves , Arc. Wish rather To rot for ever thus . Leo. And if thou diest , I 'll build a Temple here , and in this posture Kings shall kneele to thee , and on solemne dayes Present their crownes ; Queenes shall compose thee garlands , Virgins shall sing thy name , and 'bout thy neck And armes disperse the riches of their Art , Next to our Gods we honour thee : keep from The Impostor . Cor.

I have no meaning to come neere him .

Pat. Give me thy hand : now move , and may thy heart Find softnesse too , this mercie is the least Of my great Masters treasures . Dic. I feele my heat Return'd , and all my rockie parts grow supple , Let the first use I make of their restore , be To bend my knees to you . Pat. Bow them to him That gave me power to helpe thee . Fer.

He is well agen .

Dic. I finde a beame let into my darke soule , Oh take me to your faith , here I give backe My selfe to serve your god . Leo. Traitrous to heaven ! Come from him . Dic.

Bid my haste forsake a blessing .

End.

Father .

Dic.

Call this good man your father , Boyes .

Arc. H 's mad , and I am frantick at this base Apostasie . My Lord think how you may Provoke our gods , and the King anger . Pat. Feare His wrath that made , and can let fall the world . Fer. He may yet do me as great a curtesie As dying comes too , if his error hold , And the Kings anger . Leo. Dotard , Returne ; and prostrate to the gods we worship , Or though his witchcraft now protect thy selfe , Thy sonnes shall bleed . Fer.

How 's that ?

Leo. To satisfie The gods and us , with the next mornings Sunne , Unlesse thou rise , and sacrifice to our Altars , Downe from that Rocke which over lookes the Sea , They shall be throwne ; my vow is fixt . Fer.

Deare father .

Leo.

Take them away , their fate depends on him .

Dic.

Oh , I am lost .

Pat.

Thou art found .

Dic.

Forsake me not , poore boyes ! my prayers and blessing .

Pat. Set forward now in heavens name , And finish our procession . Exeunt . Leo. Death pursue 'em , Will nothing make them feele our wrath . Co. The charme Will not last alwayes . Arc. I heir fate is not yet ripe , Be not dejected , Sir , the gods cannot Be patient long . Meane time let me advise , Not by your Lawes , or other open force , To persecute 'em ; but disguise your anger . Leo.

Ha ?

Arc. What matter is 't , so we destroy these wretches What wayes we take ? invite him to your Court , Pretend , I know not what desires , to heare More of his faith , that you find turnes within Your heart , and tremble at the miracle Wrought upon Dichu ; when he 's in your possession A thousand stratagems may be thought upon To send his giddy soule most quaintly off to That fine phantasticall reward he dreames on I' th' t'other world . Leo.

Thou hast pleas'd us , Archimagus .

Cor. Great Ceancrachius has inspir'd the Priest ! This is the only way . Con.

I doe not like it .

Leo. It shall be so , he shall be thus invited , And we will meet him with our Queene and Daughters , Who shall compose themselves to entertaine him . Arc.

Leave me to instruct my princely charge , your Daughters ,

Leo. Be still their blest Director , to thy charge We gave them up long since , but do not tell 'em What happen'd to the Apostate Dichu ; women Have soluble and easie hearts , that accident May startle their religion , keep 'em firme In the devotion to our gods , whose virgins We hope to call them shortly , if their zeale Maintaine that holy flame that yet hath fill'd Their bosomes . Arc.

They are the Darlings of the Temple .

Leo. Conallus , you shall be the messenger , And beare our invitation . Arc. Trouble not The Prince , impose that businesse on my care . Leo.

Be it so .

Con.

I am glad I am off the employment .

Leo. All wayes to serve our gods are free , and good , When shed for them , they take delight in blood . Exeunt .

ACT. II. Enter Ethne and Fedella , dancing . Eth. I am weary , and yet I would have more , my heart Was never more dispos'd to mirth , Fedella . Fed. Mine is as light as yours , Sister , I am All aire , me thinks . Eth.

And I all mounting fire .

Fed.

'T is well we are alone .

Eth. 'T is ill we are ; This heat our servants should have given us : Fed. I wonder we cannot see 'em , they were not Since we first tooke them to our favor , guiltie Of such neglect . Eth. You wrong our birth and bloud , To thinke they dare neglect us , for if they Forget what we deserve in loving them , They owe more dutie , as we are the Kings Daughters , than to displease us so . Fed. That binds : But forme and heartlesse ceremony , Sister , By your favor , I had rather hold my servant By his owne love , that chaines his heart to mine , Than all the bands of state . Eth. I am of thy mind too , wo'd they were here , I shall be sad againe ; fie , what a thing 't is For two Ladies to be in love , and alone without A man so long . Enter Rodamant . Fed.

Here 's one .

Eth. A foolish one , our Governors servant , How now Rodamant ? Rod.

Keep off .

Fed.

What , is the fellow conjuring ?

Rod.

I wo'd , but I cannot read these devillish names .

Eth.

How long hast thou serv'd Archimagus ?

Rod.

Long enough to have had a Devill of mine owne , if hee had pleas'd , I have drudg'd under him almost these seven yeeres , in hope to learne the trade of Magick , and none of his spirits will obey me ; would I were a witch , then I should have a Familiar , a sucking Devill , upon occasion to doe me service .

Fed.

A Devill ?

Rod.

Oh , I lov'd him of a child .

Eth.

What wouldst thou do with the Devill ?

Rod.

Only exercise my body , take the aire now and then over steeples , and saile once a month to Scotland in a sieve , to see my Freinds . I have a granam there , if I had been rul'd , would not have seen me wanted a divell at these yeers , pray Madam speak to my Master for me , that my freinds may not laugh at me , when I come out of my time , he has spirits enough , I desire none of his grandos , a little Don Diego Diabolo would serve my turne , if he have but skill in Love or Physicke .

Fed.

Physick for what ? art sick ?

Rod.

I am not sick , but I am troubled with a desperate consumption .

Eth.

How ?

Fed.

Why that 's nothing .

Rod. To you that are great Ladies , and fed high But to a man that is kept lean and hungry A little falling of the flesh is seen . Eth.

I heard thee name love , prethee art thou in love ?

Rod.

In love ? look on my sore eyes .

Eth.

They are well enough , and thou canst see .

Rod.

Yes , I can see a little with em , would they were out .

Eth.

How ? out ?

Rod.

Out of their paine . I have but seaven teeth and a halfe , and foure on em are rotten , here 's a stump , a pickax cannot dig out of my gummes .

Fed.

Are these signes of love ?

Rod. Oh infallible . Beside , I cannot sleep For dreaming a my Mistresse . Eth.

So , and what 's her name ?

Rod.

You shall pardon me , she is â��

Eth.

A man or a woman .

Rod.

Nay she is a woman , as sure , as sure as you are the Queens daughters . I name no body ; do not you say 't is the Queen , I am what I am , and she is what she is .

Eth.

Well said .

Rod.

And if I live , I will dy for her , but I forget my self , I had a message to tell you ; first my Master commends him to your Graces and will be here presently : secondly I have news , Do you know what I meane ?

Fed.

Not we .

Rod. Why then , my Lord Ferochus , and his brother Endarius , you know em ? Eth.

What of them ?

Rod.

And they know you .

Fed.

To the purpose .

Rod.

I know not that , but they are

Eth.

What ?

Rod.

Not made for wormes meat .

Fed.

What meanes the fellow ?

Rod.

The King has commanded , they shall be throwne from a rock into the sea , that 's all , but here 's my Master can tell you the whole story .

Exit . Eth.

What said the scritchowle

Enter Archimagus Fed. We hope Archimagus brings better newes . And yet his face is cast into a forme of sorrow . What are these ? Arc. Read , and collect your noble forces up , You will be lost else , alas poore Ladies , How soon their blood is frighted ? Eth. Every character Gives my poor heart a wound . Fed. Alas , how much of mischief is contain'd In this poore narrow paper . Eth.

Can this be ?

Arc. Madam too true , the anger of the King Is heavy and inevitable , you may Beleeve what their sad pens have bled to you ; They have no hope , not once before they die To see your blessed eyes , and take their leave , And weep into your bosome , their last farewell . Fed.

They must not , sha' not die so .

Arc.

They must Madam .

Eth. I will die with 'em too then : Sister shall They leave the world without our company ? Fed. Could not you bend the King our cruell father ? You should have said , we lov'd them ; you have most Power to prevaile with him ; you should have told him , The gods would be offended , and revenge their death With some strange curse upon this Iland . Eth. You knew our loves , and all our meetings Sir , They were not without you , nor will we live Without them , tell our father . Did our hearts Flatter themselves with mirth , to be struck dead With this , this murdering newes . I 'll to the King . Arc. Stay , and containe your selves , your loves are brave , Nor shall your flame die thus ; as I was first Of counsell with your thoughts , I will preserve 'em : They sha'not die , if my braine leave me not . Fed.

Oh , I could dwell upon his lips to thank him .

Arc.

But they must then be banish'd .

Eth. That 's death . Unlesse we go along to exile with 'em . Ar. I have the way , they shall deceive the sentence Of the enraged King , and live ; nor shall This be reward of your affections ; You shall converse more often , and more freely Than ever , if you dare be wise and secret . Fc.

You make us happy .

Arc. Here 's your elder brother , Away and trust to me . Enter Coribreus . Cor.

Health to our Priest .

Arc. And to your Highnesse . Enter Emeria and Conallus . Do you see that couple ? Cor. My brother and the faire Emeria , Milcho's daughter , Out of their way ; but so , to reach their voice , This place o' th' Garden 's apt . Arc.

Observe 'em .

Em. But will you not , my Lord , repent to have plac'd Your love so much unworthily . Con. Oh never . My best Emeria , thou hast a wealth In thy owne vertue , above all the world ; Be constant , and I 'm blest . Em. This hand and heaven Be witnesse where my heart goes . Cor. If my fate Cannot enjoy thy love , I shall grieve both Your destinies . Arc. Be confident you shall Enjoy her , if you 'll follow my directions . Cor. Thou art my genius , but she 's very holy , And , I feare , too religious to her vowes , She is devoted much to Ceancrachius , head of the gods . Arc. Sir her piety Prepares your conquest , as I 'le manage things , I wonot trust the ayre too much . Con.

This kisse and all 's confirm'd .

Em. Pray my Lord use My poore heart kindly , for you take it with you . Con.

I leave mine in exchange .

Exit . Arc. He is gone , advance To your Mistris , and if you want art to move her , I shannot sir , to make you prosper , t is Firmely design'd , when we meet next , you shall Know more . Exit . Cori.

How now my fair Emeria .

Em. I do beseech your highnesse pardon , I did think I was alone . Cori. Alone you are In beauty sweet Emeria , and all The graces of your sex . Em. You are too great to flatter me , And yet this language comes So neer the wickednesse of court praise , I dare not With modesty imagine your heart means so . Cori. Yet in this garden , when you seem'd most solitary , Madam , you had many fair , and sweet companions . Em.

Not I sir .

Cori. Yes , and my rivalls too Emeria , And now they court thy beauty in my presence Proud erring things of nature , dost not see As thou dost move , how every amorous plant Doth how his leavy head , and becken thee ; The winde doth practise dalliance with thy hairs And weave a thousand pretty netts within To catch it self . That violet droop'd but now , How t is exalted at thy smile , and spreads A virgin bosome to thee . There 's a rose Would have slept still within his bud , but at Thy presence , it doth open his thin curtains And with warm apprehension looking forth Betrayes her love in blushes . And that Woodbine As it would be divorc'd from the Sweet-bryer , Courts thee to an embrace . It is not dew That like so many pearls embroider all The flowers , but teares of their complaint , with feare To loose thee , from whose eye they take in all That makes them beautifull , and with humble necks Pay duty unto thee their onely spring . Em.

Your Grace is courtly .

Cor. When these dull vegetalls Shew their ambition to be thine Emeria , How much should we , that have an actiue soule To know and value thee , be taken with This beauty ? yet if you dare trust me Madam , There 's none , within the throng of thy admirers , More willing , more devote to be thy servant Then Coribreus . Em. I must agen beseech Your pardon , and declare my self most ignorant : Pray speak your meaning in a dialect I vnderstand . Cor.

Why , I do love you Madam .

Em. If this be it , I dare not sir beleeve You condescend so low to love Emeria , A worthlesse thing . Cor. Why not ? I love you Madam . If there be difference of our birth or state , When we are compar'd , it should make me the first In your fair thoughts : come , you must love agen , And meet me with an equall active flame . Em.

I am more skil'd in dutie sir , then love .

Cor.

You would be coy , your heart is not bestow'd .

Em.

Indeed it is .

Cor.

On whom ?

Em.

I must not name .

Cor. Were he my brother did twist heart with thine , That act should make him strange to my blood , And I would cut him from his bold embraces . Em.

Alas , I feare .

Cor. I know you will be wise And just to my desires Emeria , When you shall see my love bid fairest for you , And that presented from a Prince , who knowes No equall here . Come , I already promise My self possest of those faire eyes , in which I gazing thus , at every search discover New crystall heavens , those tempting cheekes are mine , A garden with fresh flowers all the winter ; Those lips invite to print my soul upon 'em Or loose it in thy breath , which I 'le convey Downe to my heart , and wish no other spirit , As loth to change it for my owne agen . How in thy bosome will I dwell Emeria , And tell the azure winding of thy veins That flow , yet climbe those soft , and ivory hills Whose smooth descent leads to a blisse , that may Be known , but puzzle art and tongue to speak it . I prethee do not use this froward motion , I must and will be thine . Em. Be your own sir , And do not thus afflict my innocence , Had you the power of all the world , and man , You could not force my will , which you have frighted More from you then my duty , although powerfull , Can call agen ; you are not modest sir , Indeed I feare you are not , I must leave you , Better desires attend your Grace and me . Exit Cor. This wo'not gain her , her heart 's fixt upon My brother , all my hope is in Archimagus , She is a frozen thing , yet she may melt . If their disdain should make a man despaire , Nature mistook in making woman faire . Exit An altar discovered , two Idolls upon it , Archimagus and priests , lights and incense prepar'd by Rodomant . Ro. These be new Dieties , made since yesterday , We shift our gods , as fast as some shift trenchers ; Pray sir what do you call their names , they are But halfe gods , demi-gods as they say , there 's Nothing beneath the navell . Ar.

This with the thunderbolt is Jupiter .

Rod. Jupiter ? 'T is time he were cut off by the middle , He has been a notable thunderer in his dayes . Prie.

This is Mars .

Ro. Mars from the middle upward . Was it by my Lady Venus direction that he is dismembred too . He that overcame all in a full careere , looks now like A Demilaunce . Arc.

Are they not lively form'd , but sirra away , tell the young Ladies the King is upon entrance .

Enter King , Queen , Conallus . At the other door , Ethne , Fedella , they all kneel . Ar. To Jove and Mars the King doth pay His duty , and thus humbly lay Upon his Altar , his bright crowne , Which is not his , if they but frowne . In token you are pleas'd , let some Coelestiall flame make pure this roome . A flame behinde the Altar . The gods are pleas'd , great King , and we Return thy golden wreath to thee , More sacred by our holy fume ; None to the Altar yet presume . Now shoot your voices up to Jove , To Mars and all the Powers above . After the song the Queen offers , and her daughters , garlands , which are placed upon the beads of the Idols . Song at the Altar . Come away , Oh come away And trembling trembling pay Your pious vowes to Mars and Jove . While we do sing , Gummes of precious odours bring , And light them with your love . As your holy fires do rise , Make Jove to wonder What new flame Thither came To wait upon his thunder . The song being ended , the Idol that presented Jupiter moveth . Kin. Archimagus , Conallus ; see my children , The statue moves . Arc.

Approach it not too neere .

Eth.

It is prodigious .

Arc. With devotion , Expect what followes , and keep reverent distance ; I am all wonder . Jupe. King Leogarius , Jove doth accept thy vowes , and pious offerings , And will showre blessings on thee ; and this kingdome , If thou preserve this holy flame burnes in thee . But take heed , thou decline not thy obedience , Which thou shalt best declare by thy just anger Against that christian stragler Patricke , whose Bloud must be sacrific'd to us , or you Must fall in your remisse and cold religion . When you are mercifull to our despisers , You pull our wrath upon you , and this Iland . My duty is perform'd , and I return To my first stone , a cold and silent statue . Arc. What cannot all commanding Jove ? 't is now That artificiall tonguelesse thing it was , how are you bound to honour Jupiter ? That with this strange and publike testimony Accepts your zeale . Pursue what you intended , And meet this enemy to the gods , that now Expects your entertainment . King . I obey . Come my Queene , and daughters . Queen .

I attend you Sir .

Rod.

Is not the Queene a lovely creature Sir ?

Prin.

Why how now Rodamant , what passion 's this ?

Rod.

Oh that I durst unbutton my minde to her .

Arc. Your Princely daughters pray they may have leave To offer in their gratitude to the gods One other prayer , and they will follow Sir . Ki.

They are my pious daughters , come Conallus .

Exeunt King , Queen , Conallus , &c. Arc.

They are gone , uncloud .

Fero.

Oh my deere Mistresse , is not the King mock'd rarely ?

Eth.

My most lov'd Endarius !

Arc.

Have I not don 't my Charge ?

Fed, Most quaintly . Welcome To thy Fedella . Rod.

Hum , how 's this ? more scapes of Jupiter ? they have sound their neither parts ; the gods are become fine mortal gentlemen , here 's precious jugling , if I durst talke on 't .

Arc.

Not a sillable , as you desire not to be torne in pieces sir .

Rod.

Gods quoth'a , I held a candle before the devill .

Arc.

To the doore and watch .

Rod.

So I must keep the doore too , here 's like to be holy doings .

Fer. We owe Archimagus for more then life For your loves , without which , life is a curse . Arc.

The musicke prompts you to a dance .

En.

I' th temple .

Arc.

'T is most secure , none dare betray you here .

Eth.

We must away .

Fer.

My life is going from me .

Fed.

Farewell .

Arc.

The King expects , now kisse and part .

Eth.

When next we meet , pray give me back my heart .

Rod.

I am an Esquire by my office .

Exeunt .

ACT. III . Enter Rodamant . Rod.

Oh my Royall love ! why should not I love the Queene ? I have knowne as simple a fellow as I hath been in love with her horse , nay they ha been bedfellowes in the same litter , and in that humour he would have been leap'd , if the beast could have been provok'd to incontinencie ; but what if the King should know out , and very lovingly circumcise me for it , or hang me up a gracious spectacle with my tongue out a pearch for sparrowes ? why , I should become the gallowes o' my conscience : oh I would stretch in so gentle posture , that the spectators all should edifie , and hang by my example .

Enter Bard.

The Kings merry Bard , if he have overheard , hee 'le save the hangman a labour , and rime me to death .

Bar.

Rodamant , my halfe man , halfe gobling , all foole , how i st ? when didst thou see the devill .

Rod.

Alas , I never had the happinesse .

Bar.

Why then , thou art not acquainted with thy best friend .

Sings . Have you never seene in the aire , One ride with a burning speare , Upon an old witch with a pad , For the devill a sore breech had . With lightning , and thunder And many more wonder . His eyes indeed-law sir , As wide as a sawcer . Oh this would have made my boy mad . Rod.

An honest merry trout .

Bar.

Thou say'st right gudgin , gape , and I 'll throw in a bushell , why does thy rose hang over thy mouth ; as it would peep in , to tell how many teeth thou hast ?

Rod.

Excellent Bard Oh brave Bard Ha Bard .

Bar.

Excellent toole ! Oh fine foole , Ha foole .

Rod

Prithee with what newes , and whither is thy head traveling ?

Bar.

My head , and my feet goe one way , and both now at their journeyes end . The newes is , that one Patricke a stranger , is invited to court : this way he must come , and I like one of the Kings wanton whelpes , have broke loose from the kennell , and come thus afore to bark , and bid him welcome , the King and Queene will meete him .

Rod.

Has the King invited him ?

Bar.

What else man .

Sings Oh the Queene and the King , and the royall Off spring , With the Lords , and Ladies so gay , I tell you not a tricke , to meete the man Patricke : Are all now trouping this way . This man report sings , does many strange things : Our Priests , and our Bards must give place . He cares not a straw , for our sword or club-law . Oh I long to behold his gay face . Rod.

Prethee a word , thou didst name the Queene , Does she come too ?

Bar.

By any meanes .

Rod.

Well t is a good soule .

Bar.

Who ?

Rod.

The Queene .

Bar.

The Queene i st ? dost make but a soule o'her ? treason , I haue heard some foolish Philosophers affirme , that women have no soules : 't were well for some they had no ; but to make no body of the Queene , is treason , if it be not fellony .

Rod.

Oh my royall love !

Bar

Love , art thou in love Rodamant ? nay then thou may'st Talke treason or any thing . Folly and madnesse are lash free , and may ride cheeke by joll with a judge . But dost thou know what love is , thou one of Cupids overgrowne monkies ? Come , crack me this nut of love , and take the maggot for thy labour .

Rod.

Preethee do thou say what 't is .

Bar.

No , I will sing a piece of my minde , and love to thee .

Sings Love is a bog , a deep bog , a wide bog . Love is a clog , a great clog , a close clog . 'T is a wildernesse to loose our selves , A halter 't is to nooze our selves . Then draw Dun out o' th mire : And throw the clog into the fire . Keepe in the Kings high way , And sober you cannot stray . If thou admire no female else , The balter may go bang it selfe . Drink wine and be merry , for love is a folly : And dwells in the house of mellancholly . Rod.

'T is such a merry baboone , and shootes quills like a Porcupine , but who 's this ?

Enter St. Patrick , and his traine at one doore . At the other , the King , Queene , his sonnes and daughters , Milcho , Archimagus , and Priests . Bar.

'T is he , I know him by instinct .

Sings . Patricke welcome to this I le , See how every thing doth smile : To thy staffe and thy miter , And Lawne that is whiter . And every shaven crowne a welcome welcome to towne . Looke where the King , and Queene doe greete thee : His Princely sonnes are come to meete thee . And see where a paire is , of very fine Faries . Prepar'd too , That thou may'st report , thy welcome to Court , And the Bard too ,

And so pray father give me your blessing .

Pat. I thank thee courteous Bard , thy heart is honest . But to the King my dutie . Kin. Welcome Patrick , For so thou cal'st thy self ; we have throwne off Our anger : and with calme , and melting eyes Looke on thee . Thou hast piety , to forgive Our former threats and language , and to satisfie . For our deniall of some humble cottages , Against the hospitable lawes of nature . We give thee now our Palace , use it freely . My selfe , our Queene and children , will be all Thy guests : and owe our dwellings to thy favour . There are some things of venerable mark Upon thy brow , thou art some holy man , Design'd by providence to make us happy : Agen , most welcome to us . Quee. His aspect Doth promise goodnes : Welcome . Co.

To us all .

Pat. If this be heartie , heaven will not permit Your charitie 's unrewarded . Cor. I am weary Of these dull complements , Archimagus . Arc. I am prepar'd , I know your bloud 's a longing , To change embraces with Emeria . Receive this , which worne upon your Arme , is so by power of magicke fortified , You shall goe where you please invisible , Untill you take it off : Goe to your Mistres . Cor. Softly my deere Archimagus ; the rest Speake in a whisper ; I shall be jealous of The intelligencing aire . Kin. You may be confident Our favour spreads to all . But where is Dichu Your Convert ? wee 'l receive him to our grace too . Pat. He durst not Sir , approach your royall presence . And griefe for the sad fate of his two sonnes , Hath made him weary of society : Not farre off in a wood , he meanes to weare out His life in prayer and pennance . Arc

How do you tast it ?

Cor.

'T is rare , and must succeede to my ambition .

Arc.

Loose no time time then .

Cor.

I fly , command me ever .

Exit Cori. Kin.

I am not well o' th' suddaine .

Quee. How ? what i st That doth offend the King ? Kin.

An evill conscience : Alas my children .

Con.

Father .

Arc.

Sir .

Eth.

Pray speake to us .

Kin. How shall I Win credit with this good man , that I have Repented , for the bloud of Dichues sonnes ? Pat. If you dissemble not with heaven , I can Be easily gain'd Sir , to beleeve and pray for you . Kin. Some wine , it is the greatest ceremony Of love with us , the seale of reconcilement . Let some one bring us wine , I wo'not move , Untill I drink to this blest man . Arc.

Away .

Kin. This place shall be remembred to posterity , Where Leogarius first , shew'd himself friend To holy Patrick . 'T is religious thirst , That will not let me expect , till more returne . There is a streame of peace within my heart . Arc.

T is rarely counterfeited .

Con He is my father , I should else tell him ; T is not like a King , Thus to conspire a poore mans death . What thinks Our royall mother ? Is it just to take By stratagemme , this innocent mans life . Que.

What meanes my sonne ?

Con. Shall I betray the plot Yet ? and preserve him : see the wine . Arc. The wine Attends you Sir . Kin. T is well , fill us a cheerefull cup : here Patrick , We drink thy welcome to the Irish coasts . Eth. What does my father meane to doe with this Dull thing ? hee 'le never make a courtier . Fed.

His very lookes have turn'd my blood already .

Arc.

I 'll spice his cup .

Kin.

Doo 't strongly .

Que. There 's something within prompts me to pitty This stranger . Con.

Do you love wine Sir ?

Pat. If I did not , I should presume against my nature once To please the King that hath thus honoured us . Con.

Do not , I say do not .

Arc.

Please you Sir ?

Kin.

Come , to our Queene .

Rod.

My royall love , would I had the grace to drink to her or kisse the cup .

Pat.

My dutie .

Arc.

Now observe Sir the change , he has it home .

Rod.

I cannot live , my heart wonot hold out .

Kin.

Forbeare , as you affect your life .

Qu.

How 's this ? now I suspect Conallus .

Pat. I have one boone to ask your Majestie ; Since you look on us with this gracious smile : That you would give my poore companions leave , To build a little chappell in this place , It shall be the first monument of your love ; To use our owne religion , the ground offers Plenty of stone , the cost and paine be ours . Kin.

Not yet ?

Pat.

'T will bind us ever to pray for you .

Kin. If it were violent , as thou say'st , it had By this time gnawne to his bowels . Pat. Sir , you mind not The humble suit I make . Arc.

Not yet ?

Pat.

Great Sir .

Kin. It does not alter him , he rather lookes With fresher bloud upon him . Arc. 'T is my wonder , I did not trust another to prepare his cup . Kin.

Come , 't is not poyson , we are abus'd .

Arc.

Upon my life .

Pat.

The King is troubled .

Kin.

Prepare another .

Arc.

It shall be done .

Kin.

Come hither sirra , you brought this wine .

Rod.

I did , Sir .

Kin.

And you shall taste it .

Rod.

Would I were but worthy .

Kin.

I will have it so . Come , drink our health .

Rod.

May I remember your good Queenes .

Arc. And he had the constitution of an Elephant 'T would pay him . Qu.

How cheere you , Sir .

Pat. Well , Madam ; but I observe Distractions in the King . Kin.

Nay , drink it off .

Rod.

And it were as deep as the root of Penmenmaure , my royall Love should have it .

Kin. Now we shall try the ingredients , it stirr'd Not him , has he done 't ? Rod.

So .

Arc.

Yes , and the change begins to shew already .

Rod.

Hoy ho â�� what 's that ?

Bar.

Where ?

Rod.

Here , here abouts , was the wine burnt ? oh there 's wildefire in the wine .

Arc.

It workes on him .

Rod.

There 's squibs and crackers in my stomacke ; am not I poyson'd ?

Bar.

Poyson'd ? we shall want a foole then .

Rod.

A way , I 'll never drink agen .

Bar.

Not often , and thou beest poyson'd .

Rod.

It increases , my royall love has poison'd me , her health has blowne my bowells up . Oh a cooler , would I were a while in the frozen sea , charity is not cold enough to releeive me : the devill is making fireworkes in my belly . Ha the Queene , let me but speake to the Queene ; Oh Madam , little do you think , that I have poyson'd my self , Oh for your sweete sake . But howsoever ; Oh think upon me when I am dead . I bequeath my heart , Oh there 't is already : my royall love farewell .

Arc.

What thinke you now ? it hath dispatch'd him raving .

Pat. Madam , you shew a pious heart , I finde My death was meant ; but 't is heavens goodnesse I should not fall by poyson : do not loose Your charity . Bar.

Hee 's dead .

Pat.

Pray let me see the fellow .

Kin. It affrights me , this was some treason meant to us ; And thee good man : How I am innocent . Pat.

How soone death would devoure him .

Arc.

Past your cure .

Pat. That power we serve can call back life , and see , He has a little motion . Bar.

He breathes too , nay then he may live to have th' other cup : Madam , this Patrick is a rare physition , if he stay with us , wee 'l make us all immortall .

Kin.

Alive agen ? Oh let me honour thee .

Quee. We cannot Sir enough ; Receive me Patrick , A weake disciple to thee : my soule bids me Embrace thy faith : Make me a Christian . Kin. How ? did didst thou heare Archimagus , let some Convey our Queene hence , her weak conscience melts ; Shee 'l be a Christian she sayes : I hate her , And do confine her to the house of Milcho Our zealous Provost . Pat. T is the Kings pleasure Madam , I should attend you hence . Quee.

Where the King please .

Pat. In any prison Madam , I dare visit you ; Be comforted , they do but fight with heaven . Con.

I 'll waite upon my mother .

Exeunt . Kin. Looke to my daughters , Least this change worke on them . Arc.

They are my charge .

Kin. Be not dejected Patrick , we do meane All good to thee : set forward , have a care Of that poore fellow . Pat. I 'll attend you Sir , And trust to Providence we shall be safe . Exeunt . Bar.

How i st now Rodamant ? dost thou remember thou wert dead ? Thou wert poyson'd .

Rod.

There is a kinde of grumbling in my guts still .

Bar. Sings . Come , we will drink a cup boy , but of better brewing , And we will drink it up joy , without any feare of â�� Wine is injust that is taken on trust , if it tarry with us it fatts , A cup boy , drink up joy , and let e'm go poyson ratts . Exeunt . Enter Emeria . Em. What is it that doth sit so heavy on me ? Since Coribreus talk'd with me , I finde a dulnes in my braine ; and My eyes look as through a mist : which hangs upon my lids , And weighes e'm downe . He frighted me to heare him , He has a rugged and revengefull nature ; Not the sweet temper that his brother . My deere Conallus , mine ? alas did I Say mine ? indeed he is Master of my heart , But something makes me feare I shall not be So happy as I wish in his possession : Yet we have vowes on both sides , holy ones , And marriage promis'd . But I am too loude ; Yet not , my lodgings are remote and priva'st Of all the Court : and I have dismist the servants , None neere to reach my voice , then till this give Accesse , I need not feare the silent chambers . More cloudes doe gather 'bout my eyes , 't is strange , I am not us'd to be inclin'd to sleepe , While the day shines ; then take what nature offers Emeria , and comply , it may discharge Thy waking melancholly , so I feele It gently slide upon my sences . Enter Spirits before Coribreus habited gloriously , and representing Ceancrochi . Cor. So , so , this ammelet I finde secures me From all observers , and I now am in Her chamber , by a feate my Spirit did me : Ha ? She sleepes too , what a fine Bawd the devill is , What opportunities he can frame to bring These things to passe ; I were best loose no time ; Madam , Madam , faire Emeria . Eme. Ha ? who 's that ? was it a voice that cal'd me ? Or do I dreame ? here 's no body , this key Made all without sast ; yet I 'd see . Exit . Cor. I had Forgot , shee 'le never see me if I do not Take off my charme , perhaps I may agen be visible If I ha not lost my selfe . Enter Emeria . Eme. The doores are fast . Ha ! Blesse me you Powers , This musick is not frequent in my chambers ; 'T is here , I know not where , I can see nothing . Cor.

Emeria .

Eme.

Who i st that calls Emeria ? goodnes ayde me !

Cor. Put off thy fright Emeria , yet I blame not Thy feeble sence to tremble at my presence : Not us'd to mortall eyes , and unprepar'd . But gather strength , and call thy blood agen Whose seate a palenesse doth usurp : I am Thy freind . Eme.

But no acquaintance sure , what are you ?

Cor. Not what I seeme , I have assum'd this for me , To tell thee what a happinesse is now Coming from heaven upon thee . Eme.

Vpon me ?

Cor. And when the sweete Emeria is collected , Shee will loose her life agen in joy and wonder . Eme. My strength returnes , this is a gentle language , And Spirit , if thou beest one ; speake thy will . Cor. Then know Emeria , I am no mortall But Ceancrochi , chiefe of all the gods That now appeare . Eme. I know not what to answer But with my humble knee . Cor. Thy pure devotion Richer then cloudes of incense , Myrrhe , and Cassia , And all the Gummes whose piles make sweete our Altar , Hath been delightfull to the gods , and me , And I have left the Palace of the blest , Where many glorious virgins waite : and want thee , A fellow singer in their heavenly quire , To visit in this forme the faire Emeria , And thank thee for thy pious sacrifices : Rise then and be confirm'd , we meane to honour Thy person and thy vertues . Em. Can this roofe Be so much blest ? and can so great a deity Consider my imperfect dutie thus ? Cor. To assure thy thoughts , ask fairest virgin , what Thou most desirest , and it shall firmer , than The Destinies , be made thine owne : hast thou A wish to this worlds glorie , to be greater ? Would'st thou enlarge thy knowledge , or thy pleasure ? Do'st thou affect to have thy life extended , Double the course of Nature ; or thy beautie Above the malice of disease , or time To wither ? Would'st thou see thy booke of fate , And read the various lines that fall into Thy life , as to their center : speake , and be Possest ; if thou refuse what here is nam'd , Thy wish will come too late , Emeria ? Em. None of all these ; let me be still accepted An humble servant to the gods . Cor. Then I Will find some other way to thy reward : First , we release that dutie of thy knee ; Reach thy faire hand . Em.

I dare not .

Cor. Doe not tremble , It shall but meet another like thine owne ; For I had care not to affright my virgin : What do'st thou see in me , that to thy sense Appeares not man ? Divinitie is too bright For thy weake eye , and therefore I have clad In this no threatning shape , all that is divine : That I with safetie of thy sence , Emeria , Might visit thee : come , I will see thee often , If thou be wise to understand how much It is my will to honour thee ; and I Will thus descend , and leave my beames behind , Whose brightnesse were enough to burne thee , To converse with thee in a loving way Of smiling thus , and thus embracing thee â�� Of mixing palmes , nay I will kisse thee too . Em.

Doe our gods practise this ?

Cor.

Not , but with those

They meane especiall grace to , such as they know must hereafter shine above with them , though meerly mortals , are ador'd ; and seldome visit the world , hid thus in flesh and bloud , which wee at pleasure can assume , and have desires like you , and have our passions too , can love , I , and enjoy where wee will place the happinesse , else we had lesse than men .

Em.

I thought the powers above had beene all honest .

Cor. 'T is in them chastitie , nor is it sin In those we love to meet wit active flames , And be glad mothers to immortall issues : How oft hath Jove , who justly is ador'd , Left heaven , to practise love with such a faire one ? The Sun , for one embrace of Daphne , would Have pawn'd his beames : not one , but hath sometimes Descended , to make fruitfull weake Mortalitie . Oh , if thou could'st but reach , Emeria , With thy imagination , what delight , What flowing extasies of joy we bring Your sex , made nice and cold by winter lawes Of man , that freeze the bloud , thou wood'st be fond To my embraces , and petition me To blesse thee with a rape , yet I woe thy Consent . Em. Away : Thou art no god sure , but Some vicious Impostor : Can a Deitie Breath so much impious language , and reward Vertue with shame ? Cor. Take heed , and doe not value Thy selfe by rash and froward opposition ; Know , I can make thee nothing , at a breath . Em.

Better be so , than made so foule a being .

Cor.

Nay then , what should have beene with thy consent a blessing , shall now only serve my pleasure , and I will take the forfeit of thy coldnesse .

Em.

Oh help , some man , I dare not call upon the gods ; for they are wicked growne , oh help .

Cor.

I shall need none , thou thing of disobedience , thou art now within my power of love , or furie : yeeld , or I ll force thee into postures shall make pleasure weep , and hurle thee into wantonnesse .

He carries her in . The Devils rejoycing in a dance conclude the Act.

ACT. IV. Enter Milcho and Servant : Mil.

Who 's with the Queene , my prisoner ?

Ser.

The Prince Conallus came to visit her .

Exit Ser . Mil. So : bid my daughter Emeria come hither , She 's come verie melancholy from the Court , Under pretence to wait upon the Queene here . Enter Emeria . Still sad ; come , I must have your face looke otherwise , Dresse it in smiles : I hope you put not on This sorrow for the Queene , she is a traytor To the King , and to the gods . Em. A traytor , Sir ! Oh doe not say so ; 't is , I heare , for nothing , But looking on the stranger Patrick with Some pitie . Mil. It will not run Out of my thought ; but this is the same Patrick That was my slave once , he was a Brittan too : I know not how , he found some treasure then To buy his libertie : were he agen My slave , no gold should buy him from my swine , Whose once companion he was : Emeria , D' yee heare ? Conallus , the young Prince is come To see his mother ; use him gently , girle : Come , I have heard he does affect thee , ha ? He may be King . Em. His brother Coribreus Is neerer to that title , and he sayes He loves me . Mil.

Does he so ? then love him best ,

Eme. Imagine I had promisd , Sir , my heart To his younger brother . Mil. Break a thousand promises , And hazard breaking of thy heart too wench , To be but one degree neerer a Queene ; It does exalt my heart , spread all thy charmes Of wit and language , when he courts thee girle : Smile , kisse , or any thing , that may endeere Him and so great a fortune : I must leave thee , But wonot be long absent . Ser.

Sir , the Bard does presse to see the Queene .

Mil. He must not see her , His insolence I 'll punish ; yet admit him hither , His pleasant nature may raise mirth In my sad daughter . Enter Bard. Welcome , merry Bard . Bar. I care not whither I be or no : the Queene I come to see . Mil. Shee 's private with the Prince : Come hither , do'st thou see that piece of sullennesse , That phlegmatick foolish thing . Bar.

And like the father .

Mil. Make her merry , and I 'll give thee Gold joy to purchase a new harp , here 's some In earnest ; thou hast wanton pretty songs To stirre the merry thoughts of maids : I 'me gone To give thee opportunity , my presence May spoile the working of thy mirth , that done Sha't speak with the Queene too . Exit . Bar. Fare you well Sir , and take a knave Along we 'e . Here 's a rose Sprung out of a thistle now : You are sad , Madam . Em.

I have no cause of mirth , Bard .

Ba.

What d' yee think of me ?

Em.

Think of thee , Bard ; I think th' art honest , and canst shew a pleasant face sometimes , without an over joy within , but 't is thy office .

Ba.

I know why you are so melancholy .

Em.

Prethee why do'st think , Bard ?

Ba.

You want a man .

Em.

Why , thou art one ?

Ba.

That 's more than you know .

Sings . 'T is long of men that maids are sad ; Come then , and sweetly kisse them , Their lips invite , you will be mad To come too late and misse them . In their cheeks , are full-blowne roses To make garlands , to make posies : He that desires to be a father , Let him make haste before they fall , and gather : You stay too long , and do them wrong : If men would virgins strive to please , No maid this yeere should dye o' th greene disease .

What , are you merrie yet ?

Em. I am so far From being rais'd to mirth , that I encline To anger . Ba. Come , I 'll sit you with a song , A lamentable ballad , of one lost Her maiden-head , and would needs have it cri'd , With all the marks , in hope to ha 't agen . Em

You were not sent to abuse me ?

Ba.

A daintie aire too , I 'll but tune my instrument .

Em.

No more , or I 'll complaine : sure hee knowes nothing of my dishonour . How mine owne thoughts fright me ?

Ba.

Now you shall heare the dittie .

Em.

Hence , foolish Bard .

Sings . Ba. A poore wench was sighing , and weeping amaine , And faine would she have her virginitie againe , Lost she knew not how ; in her sleep ( as she said ) She went to bed pure , but she rise not a maid : She made fast the doore , She was certaine before , She laid her selfe downe in the bed : But when she awaked , the truth is stark-naked , Oh she mist her maiden-head . Enter Conallus . Ha , the young Prince , I 'll tarrie no longer w' ee . Now to the Queene . Exit . Con. Emeria , prethee doe not hide thy face From me , 't is more than common sorrow makes Thee look thus : If the Queenes mis-fortunes have Darken'd thy face , I suffer too in that . If for thy selfe thou weep'st , my almost ebbing Griefe thou wilt enforce back , and beget New seas , in which , made high by one strong sigh Of thine , I meet a watry sepulcher . My mothers fate commands my griefe , but thine A greater suffering , since our hearts are one , And there wants nothing , but a ceremony To justifie it to the world . Em. Call back Your promises , my Lord , they were ill plac'd On me , for I have nothing to deserve 'em . Con. If thou be'st constant to thy selfe , and art Emeria still â�� Em.

That word hath wounded me .

Con.

Why , art not thou thy selfe ?

Em. I have the shape still , But not the inward part . Con. Am I so miserable , To have my faith suspected , for I dare not Think thou canst sin by any change : What act Have I done my Emeria ? or who hath Poyson'd thy pure soule with suggestion Of my revolt ? Apostasie I 'll call it , For next our gods , thou art my happinesse . Em. Now , my deere Lord , and let mee adde thus much In my owne part , I never lov'd you better ; Never with more religious thoughts and honour Look'd on you ; my heart never made a vow So blessed in my hopes , as that I gave you , And I suspect not yours . Con. What then can make thee , My Emeria , lesse ; or me ? Thou do'st affright â�� Em. Yes , I am lesse , and have that taken from me Hath almost left me nothing , or if any , So much unworthy you , that you would curse me , Should I betray you to receive Emeria . Con.

Doe not destroy me so , be plaine .

Em. Then thus â�� But if I drop a teare or two , pray pardon me : Did not the story touch my selfe , I should Weep for it in another ; you did promise To marrie me , my Lord . Con.

I did , and will .

Em.

Alas , I have lost .

Con.

What ?

Em.

The portion that I promis'd to bring with me .

Con.

Do I value thy wealth ?

Em. Oh , but the treasure I lost , you wil expect , and scorne me ever , Because you have it not ; yet heaven is witnesse 'T is not my fault , a thiefe did force it from me , Oh my deere Lord . Con. I know not what to feare , Speake plainer yet . Em. You 'l say I am too loud , When I but whisper , Sir . I am no virgin . Con.

Ha!

Em. I knew 't would fright you ; but by all those teares , The poore Lamb , made a prey to the fierce wolfe , Had not more innocence , or lesse consent To be devoured , than I to lose mine honour . Con.

Why , wert thou ravished ?

Em.

You have named it , Sir .

Con. The villaine , name the villaine , sweet Emeria , That I may send his leprous soule to hell for 't , And when he hath confest the monstrous sin , I 'll think thee still a virgin , and thou art so : Confirme thy pietie by naming him . Em. It will enlarge but your vexation , Sir , That he 's above your anger and revenge ; For he did call himselfe a god that did it . Con. The Devill he was ; Oh do not wrack , Emeria , The heart that honours thee ; mock me not , I prethee , With calling him a god , it was a furie , The master fiend of darknesse , and as hot As hell could make him , that would ravish thee . Em. If you do think I ever lov'd you , Sir , Or have a soule after my bodies rape , He nam'd himselfe a god , great Ceancrochius , To whom I owe my shame and transformation . Con.

Oh , I am lost in miserie and amazement

Exit . Em. So ; I did see before it would afflict him : But having given these reasons to Conallus , For our divorce , I have provided how To finish all disgraces by my death . Enter Archimagus . Come , cure of my dishonour , and with bloud Wash off my staine . Ha , Archimagus ! Arc.

Madam .

Em.

What newes with our great Priest .

Arc. I come to tell you , heavenly Ceancrochius , Of whom I had this day a happie vision , Is pleas'd agen to visit you , and commanded I should prepare you . Eme. I begin to finde Some Magicall imposture . Does he know it ? Arc. I leave to say , how much you are his favorite , Be wise , and humble for so great a blessing . Eme. This does increase my feares , I 've been betraid , I 'll live a little longer then ; great Priest My words are poore to make acknowledgement For so divine a a favour : But I shall Humbly expect , and hold my selfe agen Blest in his presence . Enter Corybreus as before habited . Arc. Hee 's here Emeria ; Never was virgin so much honoured . Exit . Cor.

How is it with my sweet Emeria ?

Eme. That question would become an ignorant Mortall , Whose sense would be inform'd ; not Ceancrochius Whose eye at once can see the soule of all things . Cor. I do not ask , To make thee think I doubt , but to maintain That forme , which men familiar to such faire ones use When they converse : For I would have my language Soft as a lovers . Eme.

You are still gracious .

Cor. This temper is becoming , and thou dost Now appeare worthy of our loves and presence . I knew when thy wise soule examin'd what It was to be the darling to a god , Thou would'st compose thy gestures , and resigne Thy selfe to our great will : Which we accept And pardon thy first frailty ; 't is in us Emeria to translate thee hence to heaven , Without thy bodies separation , I' th twinckling of an eye , but thou sha't live Here to convince erring mortality , That gods do visit such religious votaries In humane for me ; and thus salute 'em . Em.

And thus be answered , with a resolute heart .

Stabs him . Cor.

Oh thou hast murder'd me , Strumpet , hold .

Eme. Sure if you be a god , you are above These wounds : If man thou hast deserv'd to bleed For thy impiety . Cor. My blood is punish'd , A curse upon thy hand , I am no god ; I am the Prince , see Corybreus . Em. Ha ? the Prince ? were you my ravisher my Lord ? I have done a justice to the gods in this And my owne honour . Thou lost thing to goodnesse ; It was a glorious wound , and I am proude To be the gods revenger . Cor.

Help , Oh I am lost .

He dies . Em. Call on the furies they did help thy sinne , And will transport thy soule on their black wings To hell , Prince ; and the gods can do no lesse , Than in reward to draw thy purple streame up , Shed in their cause , and place it a portent In heaven , to affright such foule lascivious Princes . I will live now , this story shall not fall so , And yet I must not stay here , now Conallus I have done some revenge for thee in this , Yet all this wonot help me to my owne Agen ; my honour of a virgin never will Returne , I live and move , but wanting thee , At best I 'me but a walking miserie . Exit . Enter Rodament reading . Rod. My royall love , my Lady , and faire Misteries , Such love as mine , was never read in histories . There 's love , and love , good . The poyson to my heart was not so cruell . As that I cannot hang thee , how 's that , hang the Queene ? The poyson to my heart was not so cruell , As that I canot hang thee , my rich jewell . Within my heart . Oh there 's hang and jewell , and heart , and heart , good agen . I am thy constant Elfe , And dare for thy sweet sake , go hang my selfe . What though I am no Lord , yet I am loyall , There 's a gingle upon the letter , to shew if she will

Give me but an inch , I 'll take an ell ; Lord and loyall , and though no prince I am thy servant royall . There 's no figure in that , yes impossibility , servant and royall .

Then grant him love for love , that doth present these , With Noverint universi per prefentes .

there 's to shew I am a Linguist , with a rumme in the rime consisting of two severall languages , beside love and love , thy jeat and alablaster face . I eat because it drawes the straw of my heart , and alablaster , because there is some white in her face ,

Thy jeat and Alablaster face now calls , My love and hunger up to eat stone walls .

But so I may bite of her nose , if her face be alablaster ; but she is in prison , there it holds , and I may do her service to break prison for her any way . Well , here 's enough at a time , if she like this , I have an ambling muse that shall be at her service : But what stumbling block is cast in my way ? This is no place to sleepe in , I take it in a story under a trundlebed : I have seene these clothes afore now , the tailor tooke measure for one of our gods that made 'em ; de' e heare freind , hal 't is the Prince Corybreus , dead , kild , Ha ? my Lord hee 's speechlesse . What were I best to doe ? in stead of searching the wound I 'll first search his pockets : What 's here ? a bracelet , a pretty toy , I 'll give it the Queene , but if I be found here alone I may be found necessary to his death . Ha , what shall I do ?

Hides himselfe . Enter Milcho and servant . Mil.

My daughter gone abroad without a servant ?

Ser.

I offer'd my attendance .

Mil. Ha! what 's here , one murder'd ? 't is the Prince , Slaine in my house , confusion ; Look about , Search for the traitour I am undone for ever . Ser. The Prince ! I 'll take my oath I see him not enter . Why thus disguis'd ? Mil.

I tremble to look on him , seek everie where .

Ser.

I gave accesse to none but Rodamant , and he is gone .

Mil. What shall we doe ? remove the murder'd body , And on thy life be silent , we are lost else . Attend without , and give accesse to none , Till I have thought some way through this affliction . Did my stars owe me this ? oh , I could curse 'em , And from my vex'd heart exhale a vapour Of execrations , that should blast the day , And darken all the world . The Prince murder'd In my house , and the Traytor not discovered . Enter Servant . Ser.

One , Sir , with a letter .

Mil.

Let him carrie it back , where 's the young Prince , Conallus ?

Ser.

Gone long since , Sir .

Mil. I 'll lay the murder upon him , It will be thought ambition , or upon the Queene . Ser. Sir , one waits With a Letter from the King . Mil. The King ? that name Shoots horrour through me now , who is the messenger ? Ser. A stranger both in habit and in person : This is he , Sir . Enter Patrick . Mil.

Ha .

Pat. The King salutes you , My Lord , this paper speaks his royall pleasure . You have forgot me , Sir ; but I have beene more Familiar to your knowledge : Is there nothing Within my face , that doth resemble once A slave you had ? Mil.

Ha , is your name Patrick ?

Pat. It is , my Lord : I made my humble suit Toth ' King , that by his favour I might visit you ; And though I have not now that servile tye , It will not shame me to professe I owe You dutie still , and shall to my best power Obey your just commands . Mil. He writ to me , That I should try my art , and by some stratagem Discharge his life ; I 'll do 't , but all this wonot Quit the suspition of the Princes death : What if I lay the murder to his charge ? I can sweare any thing . But if he come off , My head must answer ; no trick in my braine ? Y' are welcome ; the King writes you have desires To see the Queene , you shall entreat her presence . Pat.

The King has honour'd me .

Mil. You have deserv'd it . And I doe count it happinesse to receive Whom he hath grac'd ; but the remembrance Of what you were , addes to the entertainment : My old acquaintance , Patrick . Pat.

You are noble .

Enter Queene and Bard. Mil.

The Queene ? welcome agen , come hither , sirra .

Pat. Madam ; I joy to see you , and present My humble dutie : Heaven hath heard my prayers , I hope , and if you still preserve that goodnesse , That did so late , and sweetly shine upon you , I may not be unwelcome , since there is Something behind , which I am trusted with , To make you happier . Qu.

Holy Patricik , welcome .

Mil. Obey in everie circumstance : My despaire Exit Servâ�ª . Shall have revenge wait on it . This is , Madam , A good man , he was once my slave ; let not That title take thy present freedome of My house ; my fortunes and my fate , I wish , May have one period with thee , I shall Attend you agen , I hope we all may live And dye together yet . My dutie , Madam . Exit . Ba.

I doe not like their whispering , there 's some mischiefe , hee did so over-act his courtesie , I 'll looke about us .

Pat. Doe , honest Bard . Oh Madam , if you knew The difference betwixt my faith , and your Religion , the grounds and progresse of What we professe , the sweetnesse , certaintie , And full rewards of vertue , you would hazard , Nay , lose the glorie of ten thousand worlds , Like this to be a Christian , and be blest To lay your life downe ( but a moment , on Which our eternitie depends ) and through Torture and seas of bloud contend , to reach That blessed vision at last , in which Is all that can be happie , and perfection . Enter Bard. Qu.

I have a soule most willing to be taught .

Ba. Oh Madam , fire , help , we are all lost , The house is round about on fire , the doores Are barr'd and lock'd , there is no going forth , We shall be burnt , and that will spoyle my singing : My voyce hath been recover'd from a cold ; But fire will spoyle it utterly . Enter Victor . Ang. Vict. Have no dread , holy Patrick , all their malice Shall never hurt thy person , Heaven doth look With scorne upon their treacherie , thou art Reserv'd to make this Nation glorious , By their conversion to the Christian faith , Which shall by bloud of many Martyrs grow , Till it be call'd the Iland of the Saints ; Look up , and see what thou observ'st . Milcho throwing his treasures into the flames . Mil. Patrick , thou art caught , inevitable flames Must now devoure thee , th' art my slave againe , There is no hope to scape : How I doe glorie , That by my policie thou shalt consume , Though I be made a sacrifice with thee To our great gods ; ha , ha , the Queene : Bard , You will be exlent rost meat for the Devill . Pat.

Heare me .

Mil. I choose to leap into these fires , Rather than heare thee preach thy cursed faith . Y' are sure to follow me , the King will praise My last act yet ; thus I give up my breath , He burnes himselfe . And sacrifice you all for his sons death . Pat. Oh Tyrant , cruell to thy selfe , but we Must follow our blest Guide and holy Guardian : Lead on , good Angell , feare not , vertuous Queene ; A black night may beget a smiling morne , At worst to dye , 't is easier than be borne . Exeunt . Recorders . The Altar prepar'd with Ferochus and Endarius , as before . King , Conallus , Archimagus , Priest , Ethne , Fedella , a sacrifice of Christian bloud . Arc. Great Jove and Mars appeased bee With bloud , which we now offer thee , Drain'd from a Christians heart , our first Oblation of that Sect accurst ; And may we to the Altar bring Patrick , our second offering . The father of this Tribe , whose blood Thus shed , will doe this Iland good . The gods allow what we present ; For see , the holy flame is sent To mightie Jove and Mars , now bring Your vocall sacrifice , and sing . Song at the Altar . Looke downe , great Jove and God of war , A new sacrifice is layd On your Altars , richer far , Than what in arromatick heaps we paid : No curled smoake we send , With perfumes to befriend The drooping aire , the cloud We offer is exhal'd from bloud , More shining than your tapers are , And everie drop is worth a star . Were there no red in heaven , from the torne heart Of Christians , we that colour could impart , And with their bloud , supply those crimson streakes That dress : the skie , when the faire morning breakes . Enter Rodamant , and whispers the King , who falleth upon the ground . Con.

Father .

Arc.

The King .

Leo. Away . Let not my daughters stir from hence : Is this reward , you gods , for my devotion : Exit with Conallus . Arc. No more : I could not by my Art foresee This danger . Eth.

Our father seem'd much troubled .

Arc. I must appeare a stranger to all passages , Be not disturb'd , my princely charge , use you The free delights of life , while they are presented In these your lovers : Sirra , make fast the doore , And wait aloofe ; I 'll follow the sad King . Exit . Fed. No miserie can happen , while I thus Embrace Ferochus . Eth. And I safe in the armes Of my deare servant . End.

You make it heaven by gracing me .

Fer. But why have we so long Delay'd our blest enjoyings , thus content With words , the shaddowes of our happinesse . Rod. So , so , here 's fine devotion in the Temple : But where 's my bracelet , let me see ? Fer.

Where 's Rodamant ?

Rod.

Am I invisible agen ? Is this the trick on 't .

Fer. The doore is safe ; come , my deare princely Mistresse , And with the crowne of love reward your servant . Fed.

What 's that ?

Fer.

Fruition of our joyes .

Fed. Is not this Delight enough , that we converse , and smile And kisse , Ferochus . Rodamant kisses Fedella .

Who 's that ?

Fer.

Where , Madam ?

Fed.

I felt another lip .

Fer. Than mine ? here 's none , try it agen : Why should her constitution be so cold ? I would not lose more opportunities , Love , shoot a flame like mine into her bosome . Eth.

Who 's that , Endarius , that kist me now ?

End. None , since you blest my lip with a touch , Madam , My brother is at play with your faire sister . Eth.

I felt a beard .

End.

A beard ? that 's strange .

Rod.

You shall feele : some else too .

He strikes Endarius . End.

Why that unkind blow , Madam ?

Eth.

What meanes my servant ?

Rod.

Now to my other gamester .

Fer. Oh , I could dwell for ever in this bosome , Rod . puls Fer. by the nose . But is there nothing else for us to taste ? Hold . Fed.

What 's the matter ?

Fer.

Something has almost torne away my nose . Endarius ?

End.

What sayes my brother ?

Fer.

Did you pull me by the nose ?

End. I mov'd not hence . Did you kick me , brother ? Fed. We have troubled fooles sure , here 's no body But our selves ; the doores , you say , are safe . Fer.

Wonot that prompt you to something else ?

Fed. I dare not understand you . What bloud is that upon your face ? Rod.

You want a beard , young Gentleman .

Fer. Mine ? Bloud ; I felt something that like a flie Glanc'd o' my cheeke : Brother , your nose bled you that fine beard . End.

You need not blush a' one side , brother , ha , ha .

Eth. Is not this strange , sister ; how came our servants So bloudy ? Fer. Agen . I prethee leave this fooling with my face , I shall be angrie . End.

I touch'd you not .

Rod.

Another wipe for for you .

Eth. Some spirit sure : I cannot containe laughter : what a raw head my servant has ? Fed.

Mine has the same complexion .

Rod.

Put me to keep the doore another time . I ha kept 'em honest , and now I will be visible agen .

Knock . Fer.

Rodamant .

Rod. Here : I was a sleep , but this noyse wak'd me . Ha you done with the Ladies ? Open the doores . Within . Enter Priest . Pr. We are undone , my Lords , the King is coming In furie back againe , with full resolve To break these images , his son is slaine , And burnt to ashes since , in Milcho's house , And he will be reveng'd upon the gods , He sayes , that would not save his dearest son : I feare he will turne Christian : Archimagus Is under guard , and brought along to see This execution done , no art can save you . Eth.

We are lost too for ever , in our honours .

Leo.

Break downe the Temple doores .

Within . Pr.

He 's come already , we are all lost , Madam .

Fer. Teare off these antick habits quickly , brother , Doe you the same . More bloud upon our faces . Oh , my Fedella , something may preserve us To meet agen : Endarius , so , so : open . Enter King , Archimagus , Guard . Ferochius , Endarius confidently meet the King . Leo. Ha! keep off , more horrours to affright me , I must confesse I did command your deaths Unjustly , now my son is murder'd for it . Fer. Oh do not pull more wrath from heaven upon you . Love innocence , the gods have thus reveng'd In your sonnes tragedy : Draw not a greater Vp on your self and this faire Iland , by Threatning the temples , and the gods themselves , Looke on them still with humble reverence , Or greater punishments remaine for you To suffer ; and our ghosts shall never leave To fright thy conscience , and with thousand stings Afflict thy soule to madnesse and despaire : Be patient yet and prosper , and let fall Thy anger on the Christians , that else Will poyson thy faire kingdome . Kin. Ha , Archimagus , canst thou forgive me , And send those spirits hence ? Arc. I can , great Sir , You troubled Spirits , I command you leave The much distracted King ; returne and speedily , To sleepe within the bosome of the sea , Which the kings wrath , and your sad fates assign'd yee ; And as you move to your expecting monument The waves agen , no frowne appeare upon you , But glide away in peace . End. Fer. We do obey Great Priest , and vanish . Exeunt . Eth. Are they gone Fedella ? They talk of womans wit at a dead lift , This was above our braines I love him for 't And wish my self in 's armes now to reward him , I should finde him no ghost a' my conscience : But where shall we meete next . Fed.

Let us away .

Exeunt . Kin. Art sure they are gone Archimagus ? my feares So leave me , and religion once agen Enter my stubborne heart , which dar'd to mutinie And quarrell with the gods ; Archimagus , Be neere agen , we will redeeme our rashnesse , By grubbing up these Christians , that begin To infect us , and our kingdome . Arc. This becomes you , And if you please to heare me , I dare promise The speedy ruine of them all . Kin. Th' art borne To make us happy , how my deere Archimagus ? Arc. This Iland Sir is full of dangerous serpents , Of toads , and other venomous destroyers : I will from every province of this kingdome Summon these killing creatures to devoure him , My prayer and power of the gods , feare not , Will doo 't , by whom inspir'd I prophesie Patricks destruction . Kin. I embrace my Priest , Do this , and I 'll forget my sonne , and die , And smile to see this Christians tragedie . Exeunt .

ACT. V. Enter two Souldiers . 1 Sould.

So , so , we are like to have a fine time on 't , we may get more by every Christian we have the grace to catch , than by three moneths pay against our naturall enemies .

2 Sould.

And their noddles be so precious , would all my kindred were Christians ; I would not leave a head to wag upon a shoulder of our generation , from my mothers sucking pig at her nipple , to my great grandfathers Coshering in the pease straw . How did that fellow looke whose throat we cut last ?

1 Sould.

Basely , and like a Christian , would the fellow they call Patrick had been in his place , we had been made for ever .

Now are we of the condition of some great men in office , that desire execution of the Lawes , not so much to correct offences and reforme the common wealth , as to thrive by their punishment and grow rich and fat with a leane conscience . But I have walk'd , and talk'd my selfe a hungry , prethee open the secrets of thy knapsacke , before we build any more projects ; le ts see what store of belly timber we have . Good , very good Pagan food : sit downe and let our stomackes conferre a while .

Enter Rodamant . Rod.

royal My love is rosted , she died of a burning feaver , & since poison wonot work upon me , I am resolv'd to looke out the most convenient tree in this wood to hang my self : And because I will be sure to hang without molestation or cutting downe , which is a disparagement to an able and willing body , I will hang invisible , that no body may see me , and interrupt my hempen meditations . But who are these ? a brace of mankillers a mounching ; now I think what a long journey I am going , as far as to another world , it were not a misse to take provision along with me , when I come to the tricke of hanging , I may weigh the better , and sooner be out of my paine : bracelet sticke to me , by your leave gentlemen , what 's your ordinary ?

1. Soul.

Who 's that ?

Rod.

A friend , my brace of Hungarians , one that is no souldier ; but will justifie he has a stomacke in a just cause , and can fight toth and naile , with any flesh that opposes me .

2. Sould.

I can see no body .

Rod.

I will knock your pate , fellow in armes , and to helpe you to see , open the eyes of your understanding , with a wooden instrument that I have .

1 Sould.

I see nothing but a voice , shall I strike it ?

2 Sould.

No , 't is some Spirit take heed and offend it not , I never knew any man strike the devill , but he put out his necke bone or his shoulder blade , let him alone , it may be the ghost of some usurer that kick'd up his heeles in a deare yeere ; and died upon a surfet of Shamroks and cheese parings .

Enter Emeria . 1 Sould.

Who 's this , a woman alone ?

2 Sould.

And handsome , what makes shee in this wood ? wee 'll divide .

1 Sould.

What the woman ?

2 Sould.

No , I 'll have her body , and thou shalt have her clothes .

Eme. I know not where I am , this wood has lost me , But I shall never more be worth the finding : I was not wise to leave my fathers house , For here I may be made a prey to rapine , Or food to cruell beasts . 2 Sould.

No , you shall finde that we are men ; what think you ? which of us two have you most minde to laugh and lye downe withall .

Eme.

Protect me some good power , more ravishers .

2 Sould.

We are souldiers , and not us'd to complement , be not coy but answer .

1 Sould.

We are but two , you may soone make a choice .

Rod.

You shall finde that we be three , are you so hot ?

1 Sould.

Come humble your self behinde that tree , or â��

Eme.

Are you a man ?

1 Sould.

Never doubt it , I have pass'd for a man in my dayes .

2 Sould.

Oh my skull .

1 Sould.

What 's the matter ?

Eme.

Where shall I hide my self ?

hides her self . Rod.

Your Comrade will expect your company in the next ditch .

2 Souldier .

Are you good at that ?

The second souldier strikes the first and Rodamant both . 1 Souldier .

What dost thou meane ?

2 Souldier

What do I meane ? what dost thou meane to beate my braines out ?

1 Souldier .

I : hold , it is some Spirit , and we fight with the aire .

Rod.

Cannot a Mare come into the ground , but you must be leaping you stone horses .

2 Souldier .

My skull is as tender as a Mullipuffe .

1 Sould.

He has made a cullice of my sconce , hold deere friend .

2 So.

Has the devil no more wit then to take part against the flesh ?

The Devill may have a minde to her himselfe , let him ha her .

If I come back , let me be glib'd .

Exeunt reeling . Rod.

Now Lady â�� what , is shee invisible too ? Ha . Well , let her shift for her selfe , I have tam'd their concupiscence . Now to my businesse of hanging agen .

Enter Spirit .

I doe like none of these trees ; the Devill is at my elbow now , I doe heare him whisper in mine eare , that any tree would serve , if I would but give my mind to 't . Let me consider , what shall I get by hanging of my selfe , how it will be to no purpose , a halter will be but cast away , by your leave â�� I would not have you much out of the way , because here are trees that other men may hold convenient . â�� Oh , my wrist : 'T is a spirit . Sweet Devill , you shall have it , the bracelet is at your service . Have I all my fingers ? A pox on his fangs , now o' o' my conscience I am visible agen , if the Souldiers should meet with me now , whom I have pounded , what case were I in ? I feele a destillation , and would be heartily beaten to save my life .

Enter Conallus and Emeria .

Here 's one , for ought I know , may be as dangerous : A pox of despaire that brought me hither to choose my gallowes ; would I were at home in an embroydered clout . â�� I 'll sneake this way .

Exit . Em. I am no ghost , but the same lost Emeria , My Lord , you left me . Con.

Did not the flames devoure thee .

Em. I felt no flame , but that which my revenge Did light me to , for my abused honour . Con. Oh say that word agen : Art thou reveng'd Upon thy ravisher ? It was a god , Thou told'st me . Em. But he found the way to death : And when I name him , you will either not Beleeve me , or compassion of his wounds Will make you print as many in my brest : He was â�� Con. Say , feare not , wrong'd Emeria , Can any heart find compassion for his death , That murder'd the sweet peace of thy chaste bosome ? Oh never , I shall blesse that resolute hand , That was so just , so pious ; and when thou hast Assur'd , that he which playd the Satyre with thee , Is out o' th' world , and kill'd sufficiently , ( For he that robb'd thee hath deserv'd to dye , To the extent of his wide sin ) I 'll kisse , And take thee in mine armes , Emeria , And lay thee up as precious to my love , As when our vowes met , and our yeelding bosomes Were witnesse to the contract of our hearts . Em. It was your brother Coribreus , Sir : That name unties your promise . Con. Ha! my brother ? Sweet , let me pause a little , I am lost else . Em. I did not well to enlarge his sorrow thus : Though I can hope no comfort in this world , He might live happie , if I did not kill him , With heaping griefe on griefe thus . Con.

He is slaine then .

Em. If you will , Sir , revenge his death , you must Point your wrath here , and I will thank you for 't ; Though you should be a day in killing me , I should live so much longer to forgive you . This weake hand did not tremble when it kill'd him , And it came timely to prevent , I feare , The second part of horrour he had meant To act upon me . Con. Wo'd he had tooke my life , When he assail'd thy chastitie , so thou Hadst been preserv'd : I cannot help all this . Did it not grieve thee he deserv'd to dye , hu ? Em.

I took no joy , Sir , in his Tragedie .

Con.

That done , thou fledst .

Em. I left my fathers house , And found no weight hung on my feet for giving His lust the bloudy recompence . Con. Thou art happie : The gods directed thee to fly , Emeria , Thou hadst beene lost else with my brothers ashes , And my deare mother , whom the hungry flames Devour'd , soone after thy departure . Em.

How ?

Con. I know not by what malice , or mis-fortune , Thy fathers house was burn'd and in it he Did meet his funerall sire too , ha ? Emeria . Enter S. Patrick , Queene , and Bard. Ba.

Your companie 's faire , but I 'll leave you in a Wood , I could like your religion well ; but those rules of fasting , prayer , and so much penance , will hardly sit my constitution .

Pat.

'T is nothing to win heaven .

Ba.

But you doe not consider , that I shall loose my pension , my pension from the King , there 's a businesse .

Qu.

Do not I leave more ?

Ba.

I confesse it ; and you will get losse by the bargaine ; but you that have been used to hunger , and nothing to live upon , may make the better shift . The lesse you eat , you say , will make the soule fat ; but I have a body wonot be used so : I must drinke , and goe warme , and make much of my voyce , I cannot doe good upon water and sallads , keep your diet - drinke to your selves , I am a kind of foolish Courtier , Patrick , with us , wine and women are provocatives , long tables and short graces are physicall , and in fashion . I 'll take my leave , Madam , no Christian yet , as the world goes ; perhaps hereafter , when my voyce is a wearie of mee , I may grow wearie of the world , and stoop to your ordinarie say my prayers , and think how to dye , when my living is taken from me , in the meane time

Sings . I neither will lend , nor borrow , Old age will be here to morrow , ' This pleasure we are made for , When death comes all is paid for : No matter what 's the bill of fare , I 'll take my cup , I 'll take no care . Be wise , and say you bad warning , To laugh is better than learning , To weare no cloathes , not neat is . But hunger is good where meat Ã¹ : GÃ¬ve me wine , give me a wench , And let her Parrot talke in French . It is a match worth the making , To keepe the merrie thought waking ; A song is better than fasting , And sorrow 's not worth the tasting , Then keepe your braine light as you can , An ounce of care will kill a man .

And so I take my leave .

Exit . Con.

Ha! doe I see the Queene , Emeria ?

Pat. Alas , poore Bard , the flatteries of this world Hath chain'd his sense : thus many selfe-loving natures , Prison'd in mists and errours , cannot see The way abroad that leads to happinesse , Or truth , whose beamie hand should guide us in it . What a poore value do men set of heaven ? Heaven , the perfection of all that can Be said , or thought , riches , delight , or harmony , Health , beautie , and all these not subject to The waste of time ; but in their height eternall , Lost for a pension , or poore spot of earth , Favour of greatnesse , or an houres faint pleasure : As men , in scorne of a true flame that 's neere , Should run to light their taper at a glo-worne . Con.

'T is she , and the good Bishop Patrick with her .

Pat.

Madam , the Prince Conallus .

Con. Oh let me kneele to you , and then to Heaven , That hath preserv'd you still to be my mother ; For I beleeve you are alive , the fire Hath not defac'd this monument of sweetnesse . Qu. My blessing and my prayers be still my childs , It was the goodnesse , son , of holy Patrick That rescu'd me from those impris'ning flames You speake of , his good Angell was our Conduct . Con. To him that can dispense such blessings , mother , I must owe dutie , and thus kneeling , pay it : May Angels still be neere you . Pat. Rise , Conallus : My benediction on thee ; be but what Thy Mother is , a Christian , and a guard Of Angels shall attend thee too ; the fire We walk'd upon secure , and which is greater , Scap'd the immortall flames , in which black soules , After their ill-spent lives , are bound to suffer . Con. Sir , you shall steere me , and my mothers blest Example will become my imitation . But there 's a peece of silent miserie Is worth your comfort , mother , and his counsell ; She is , I dare not name how much dishonour'd , And should have beene the partner of my bosome , Had not a cruell man forbid my happinesse , And on that faire and innocent table powr'd Poyson , above the Dragons bloud , or Vipers . Em.

My humblest dutie , Madam

Pat. Dichu's Cell Is not far off , please you attend the Queene , We are bent thither . Con. Yes : and as we walk , I 'll tell you a sad storie of my brother And this poore virgin . Pat.

Come , I 'll lead the way .

Qu.

With such a Guide we cannot feare to stray .

Exeunt . Enter Ferochus and Endarius . Fer.

Where are we yet Endarius ?

En. I cannot Informe you more , then that we are in the wood still . Fer. And we are lost , our feare to die i' th sight Of men , hath brought us hither with our blood To quench the thirst of wolves : Or worse , to starve . En. We are in no feare to be apprehended Where none inhabite . Fer. Now that lust is punish'd , Which fed our hope , if we had staid i' th Temple To have polluted it , with foule embraces : How wearinesse , with travell , and some fasting Will tame the flesh . En.

Stay here 's a cave .

Fer. Take heede , It may be a Lion , or a fierce wolves den ; How nature trembles at the thought of death : Though it be prest downe , with the weight of life . En.

I dare not enter , a new feare invades me .

Fer. The worst is welcome , with our clamor , rouse What ever doth inhabite here , or man Or beast appeare , if any such dwell in This Cave ? We can meet charity or death . Enter Dichu . Dich. What voice with so much passion calls me forth , Ha ? Be my protection good heaven : My sonnes , my murder'd sonnes with gastly lookes , And bruised limbes ; why do you come to me thus To fright my wither'd eyes ? 'las I was innocent , It was the King , not I commanded your Vntimely death , I have wept for ye boyes , And constantly before the Sun a wak'd , When the cold dew drops full upon the ground , As if the morne were discontented too . My naked feet o're many a rugged stone Hath walk'd , to drop my teares into the seas , For your sad memories . Fer. We are no spirits , but your living sons , Preserv'd without the knowledge of the King , By Archimagus , till a new mis-fortune Compell'd us hither to meet death , we feare , In want of food . Dic. Are yee alive ? come in , It is no time to be inquisitive ; My blessing , I have something to refresh you , Course fare , but such as will keep out sad famine : Humble your selves and enter , my poore boyes , You 'll wonder at the change ; but we to Heaven Do climb with loads upon our shoulders borne , Nor must we tread on roses , but on thorne . Exeunt . Enter S. Patrick , Queene , Conallus , Emeria . Pat. Now we approach the Hermit Dichu's Cell : Are you not wearie , Madam ? Qu. Not yet , Father , In such religious company . Pat. You were not Us'd to this travell ; how does my new son , And sweet Emeria ? Con.

I am blest on all sides .

Em. You have quieted the tempest in my soule , And in this holy peace I must be happie . Pat. You will be Spouse to an eternall Bridegroome , And lay the sweet foundation of a rule , That after ages , with devotion , Shall praise and follow . You are , Sir , reserv'd To blesse this Kingdome with your pious government , Your Crowne shall flourish , and your bloud possesse The Throne you shall leave glorious : This Nation Shall in a faire succession thrive , and grow Up the worlds Academie , and disperse , As the rich spring of humane and divine Knowledge , cleare streames to water forraine Kingdomes , Which shall be proud to owe what they possesse In learning , to this great all-nursing Iland . Con.

May we be worthy of this prophesie .

Pat. Discourse hath made the way lesse tedious , We have reach'd the Cell already , which is much Too narrow to containe us ; but beneath These trees , upon their coole and pleasing shades , You may sit downe ; I 'll call upon my Convert : Dichu , my Penitent , come forth , I pray , And entertaine some guests I have brought hither , That deserve welcome . Enter Dichu . Dic.

I obey that voyce .

Pat. The Queene , and Prince , and Milcho's vertuous daughter Gain'd to our holy faith . Dic. Let my knee speake My dutie , though I want words for my joy , Ten thousand welcomes ; I have guests within too , You 'l wonder to salute my sons , not dead , As we suppose , by heavenly providence , I hope , reserv'd to be made blest by you , They are here . Enter Ferochus and Endarius . Your duties to the Queene and Prince , Then to this man , next to our great Preserver . The Patron of us all . Pat. A happie meeting : I must rejoyce to see you safe , and here : But tell us by what strange meanes , all this while , You have been preserv'd ? Sit downe . Soft Musick . Con.

What musick 's this ?

Qu.

'T is heavenly .

Pat. And a preface to some message , Or will of Heaven , be silent , and attend it : Such harmony as this did wait upon My Angell Victor , when he first appear'd , And did reveale a treasure under ground , With which I bought my freedome , when I kept Unhappie Milcho's swine ; Heavens will be done . What , all asleep already ? holy dreames Possesse your fancie , I can wait no longer . Enter Victor , and other Angels . Song , Vict. Downe from the skies , Commanded by the Power that lies The world and nature in a chaine , We come , we come , a glorious traine , To wait on thee , And make thy person danger-free : Hearke whilst we sing , And keep time with our golden wing , To shew how earth and heaven agree , What eccho rises to our harmonie . Vict. Holy Patrick , sleep in peace , Whilst I thy Guardian , with these My fellow Angels , wait on thee , For thy defence : A troop , I see , Of serpents , vipers , and what ere Doth carrie killing poyson , here Summon'd by Art , and power of hell ; But thou shalt soone their furie quell , And by the strength of thy command , These creatures shall forsake the Land , And creep into the sea ; no more To live upon the Irish shore .

Once more then .

Song . Patrick , sleep ; oh sleep a while , And wake the Patron of this I le . Enter King , Archimagus , and other Priests . Arc. Your person shall be safe ; feare not , great Sir , I have directed all their stings and poyson : See where he sleeps , if he escape this danger , Let my life , with some horrid circumstance , End in this place , and carrie all your curses . Enter Serpents , &c. creeping . What think you of these creeping executioners ? Doe they not move , as if they knew their errand ? Kin. My Queene ! my son Conallus ! Dichu ! ha ! And the still wandring ghosts of his two sons ! Arc.

They are alive , Sir .

Kin.

Ha , who durst abuse us ?

Pr. Will you not have compassion of the Queene , And the Prince , Sir ? Kin.

How met they to converse ?

Arc.

They are all Christian .

Kin. Let the serpent then Feed upon all , my powerfull Archimagus . Pat. In vaine is all your malice , Art , and power Against their lives , whom the great hand of Heaven Daines to protect ; like wolves you undertake A quarrell with the Moone , and waste your anger : Nay , all the shafts your wrath directeth hither , Are shot against a brazen arch , whose vault Impenetrable , sends the arrowes back , To print just wounds on your owne guiltie heads . These serpents , ( tame at first and innocent , Untill mans great revolt from grace releas'd Their dutie of creation ) you have brought , And arm'd against my life ; all these can I Approach , and without trembling , walk upon ; Play with their stings , which though to me not dangerous , I could , to your destruction , turne upon Your selves , and punish with too late repentance . But you shall live , and what your malice meant , My ruine , I will turne to all your safeties , And you shall witnesse : Hence , you frightfull monsters , Go hide , and burie your deformed heads For ever in the sea ; from this time be This Iland free from beasts of venomous natures : The Shepherd shall not be afraid hereafter , To trust his eyes with-sleep upon the hils ; The travellers shall haue no suspition , Or feare , to measure with his wearied limbs The silent shades ; but walk through everie brake , Without more guard than his owne innocence . The verie earth and wood shall have this blessing ( Above what other Christian Nations boast ) Although transported where these Serpents live And multiply , one touch shall soone destroy 'em . Leo.

See how they all obey him , Archimagus .

Arc. Confusion : All my Art is trampled on . Can neither man , nor beast , nor Devill hurt him ? Support me , fellow-Priests ; I sink , I feele The ground bend with my weight upon it , ha ! The earth is loose in the foundation , And something heavie as the world doth hang Upon my feet , and weigh me to the Center . A sire , a dreadfull fire is underneath me , And all those fiends that were my servants here , Look like tormentors , and all seeme to strive , Who first shall catch my falling flesh upon Their burning pikes : There is a power above Our gods , I see too late . I fall , I fall , And in my last despaire , I curse you all . Sinks . Kin.

Patrick , the King will kneele to thee .

Pat. Oh rise , And pay to Heaven that dutie . Kin. Canst forgive ? Let me embrace you all , and freely give What I desire from this good man , a pardon . Thou shalt no more suspect me but possesse All thy desires . The ground is shut agen : Where now is Archimagus ? How I shake , And court this Christian out of feare , not love ? Once more visit our Palace , holy Father . The storie of your sons , and what concernes Your escape , Madam , we will know hereafter ; I' th' mean time be secure . End. Fer.

We are your creatures .

Omnes .

Our prayers and duty .

Pat. I suspect him stil ; But feare not , our good Angels still are neer us : Death at the last can but untie our frailty ; 'T were happy for our holy faith to bleed , The Blood of Martyrs is the Churches seed . Exeunt Omnes .

The Epilogue . HOw e're the Dyce run Gentlemen , I am The last man borne , still at the Irish game : What say you to the Epilogue ? may not I stay , And boldly aske your Verdict of the Play ? I would report the Sun-shine on your brow , And the soft language of the Dye t' allow Our labour and your Story , native knowne ; It is but justice to affect your owne ; Yet this is but a part of what our Muse Intends , if the first birth you nobly use : Then give us your free votes , and let us stile You Patrons of the Play , him of the I le . FINIS .

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A12151-002-b-0430 â�ª not considering cost , or paines to please ; We should be very happy , if at last , We A12151-002-b-0850 â�ª constant to your selves , and kept that true ; For some have their opinions so displeas'd A12151-003-a-0070 â��eogarius Leogarius , Monarch of Ireland . â�ª A12151-003-a-0130 â�ª Leogarius , Monarch of Ireland . . A12151-003-a-0170 â��orybreus Corybreus , A12151-003-a-0190 â��onallus Conallus A12151-003-a-0280 â��erochus Ferochus , A12151-003-a-0300 â��ndarius Endarius , A12151-003-b-0440 S aturn Become you not , great Priests of Jove and Saturn ; Shall we that awe we the furies , at whose A12151-003-b-0490 a we Priests of Jove and Saturn ; Shall we that awe the furies , at whose charme Hell itselfe A12151-003-b-1180 â�ª This is but ayre , He is now landing , every tread he prints A12151-004-b-1000 â�ª From his warme lips a streame shall flow , To make rockes melt , and Churches grow A12151-004-b-2890 swearos When they appeare with no more armes , and sweares That every man shall weare a Tun of Iron A12151-005-a-0050 â�ª The Prince . A12151-005-a-2240 seâ�� , as I was praying I'th' Temple neere the sea , my Queene , my Sons , Daughters , and A12151-005-a-3040 ã��â��ã�� circles and embrace , We were almost strangled : in this fright , me thought â�ª We fled out A12151-005-b-1870 â�ª Ha , where ? A12151-005-b-2180 â�ª troops , that wait Vpon the Gods we serve . He is now dying , This minute they have A12151-005-b-2190 Hâ�� troops , that wait Vpon the Gods we serve â�ª He is now dying , This minute they have blasted A12151-005-b-2410 slying and they , Above the speed of wings , are flying hither With the glad newes , be calme agen A12151-006-a-0240 â�ª They strike a horror . A12151-006-a-1370 sylvâ�� Montium quin vos juga , vosque sylvo Nunc salutamus , chorus advenarum Jubilum A12151-006-a-1630 sacrâ��m litamen Cujus erranti dabitur popello Numine sacrum . A12151-006-b-1670 â�ª No dwelling here , And therefore quit this Kingdome speedily A12151-006-b-2470 goâ��ds Hence , or we'll force you with these goads . A12151-006-b-2940 ã��â��ã�� with Squirrils , Rate , and Crowes , and Coneyes , Where you may better plant , my reverend A12151-007-a-0250 â�ª your shores , and circle your faire Iland : But I must not returne . A12151-007-a-1890 â�ª Heaven ; now a great way off . But not accessible to those permit Their A12151-007-a-2660 â�ª calling me thus far to be their freedome . Have pitie on your selves , be men , and A12151-007-b-0100 â�ª feele an ice creeping through all my bloud , There's winter in my heart , I change o'th' A12151-008-a-2200 throwlie which over lookes the Sea , They shall be throwne ; my vow is fixt . A12151-008-b-1670 Ceanerachius Great Ceancrachius has inspir'd the Priest ! This is the only A12151-009-a-0830 â�ª Exeunt . A12151-009-a-2200 â�ª they Forget what we deserve in loving them , They owe more dutie , as we are the Kings A12151-009-a-2510 â�ª But forme and heartlesse ceremony , Sister , By your favor , I had rather hold my servant A12151-010-a-2480 Ferocbus Why then , my Lord Ferochus , and his brother Endarius , you know em A12151-011-a-0990 Conalluâ�� Enter Emeria and Conallus . A12151-011-a-2660 Ceanerachius religious to her vowes , She is devoted much to Ceancrachius , head of the gods . A12151-011-b-3030 Woodbinâ�� forth Betrayes her love in blushes . And that Woodbine As it would be divorc'd from the Sweet-bryer A12151-012-a-2210 compaâ��'d difference of our birth or state , When we are compar'd , it should make me the first In your fair A12151-013-a-1300 Hâ�� Venus direction that he is dismembred too . He that overcame all in a full careere , looks A12151-013-a-2730 â�ª holy fume ; None to the Altar yet presume . Now shoot your voices up to Jove , To Mars A12151-014-a-0180 â��ow That artificiall tonguelesse thing it was , how are you bound to honour Jupiter ? That with A12151-014-a-0260 â��hat was , how are you bound to honour Jupiter ? That with this strange and publike testimony A12151-014-a-2960 â�ª doore too , here's like to be holy doings . A12151-014-a-3290 Eâ��. En. A12151-014-b-3150 sawâ��er . His eyes indeed-law sir , As wide as a sawcer . Oh this would have made my boy mad . A12151-015-a-0070 â�ª An honest merry trout . A12151-015-a-0140 ã��â��ã�� Thou say'st right gudgin , gape , and I'll throw in a bushell , why A12151-015-a-0280 ã��â��ã�� and I'll throw in a bushell , why does thy rose hang over thy mouth ; as it would peep in A12151-015-a-0420 hâ��w thy mouth ; as it would peep in , to tell how many teeth thou hast ? A12151-015-a-0610 ã��â��ã�� Excellent toole ! Oh fine foole , Ha foole . A12151-015-a-0630 Oâ�� Excellent toole ! Oh fine foole , Ha foole . A12151-015-a-0640 fiâ�� Excellent toole ! Oh fine foole , Ha foole . A12151-015-a-0720 ã��â��ã�� Prithee with what newes , and whither is thy head A12151-015-a-0820 trave ã��â��ã�� with what newes , and whither is thy head traveling ? A12151-015-a-0880 â�ª My head , and my feet goe one way , and both now at A12151-015-a-0970 boâ��h My head â�ª and my feet goe one way , and both now at their journeyes end . The newes is A12151-015-a-1010 ã��â��ã�� feet goe one way , and both now at their journeyes end . The newes is , that one Patricke a A12151-015-a-1020 â��nd one way , and both now at their journeyes end . The newes is , that one Patricke a stranger A12151-015-a-1210 hâ�� stranger , is invited to court : this way he must come , and I like one of the Kings A12151-015-a-1330 ã��â��ã�� come , and I like one of the Kings wanton whelpes , have broke loose from the kennell , and A12151-015-a-2800 aâ��y By any meanes . A12151-015-a-2850 Wâ��ll Well tis a good soule . A12151-015-a-3600 â�ª Oh my royall love ! A12151-015-b-0110 laâ��h treason or any thing . Folly and madnesse are lash free , and may ride cheeke by joll with A12151-015-b-0140 anâ�� thing . Folly and madnesse are lash free , and may ride cheeke by joll with a judge . But A12151-015-b-2970 Hâ�� where the King , and Queene doe greete thee : His Princely sonnes are come to meete thee . A12151-015-b-2980 Princoly the King , and Queene doe greete thee : His Princely sonnes are come to meete thee . And see A12151-015-b-3160 Earâ��es . And see where a paire is , of very fine Faries . Prepar'd too , That thou may'st report A12151-016-a-0080 ã��â��ã�� And so pray father give me your blessing . A12151-016-a-1970 Aâ��c. Arc. A12151-016-a-2650 â�ª Archimagus ; the rest Speake in a whisper ; I shall be jealous of The intelligencing A12151-016-a-2860 â�ª may be confident Our favour spreads to all . But where is Dichu Your Convert ? wee'l A12151-016-b-0780 â�ª Loose no time time then . A12151-016-b-2540 wiâ��l holy Patrick . 'Tis religious thirst , That will not let me expect â�ª till more returne . A12151-016-b-2560 lâ��t Patrick . 'Tis religious thirst , That will not let me expect â�ª till more returne . There is A12151-016-b-2590 â�ª religious thirst , That will not let me expect , till more returne . There is a streame of A12151-016-b-2890 ã��â��ã�� He is my father , I should else tell him ; Tis not like a King , Thus to A12151-016-b-2990 Tâ��us should else tell him ; Tis not like a King , Thus to conspire a poore mans death . What thinks A12151-016-b-3010 conâ��pire tell him ; Tis not like a King , Thus to conspire a poore mans death . What thinks Our royall A12151-017-b-0730 frâ��sher does not alter him , he rather lookes With fresher bloud upon him . A12151-018-a-0180 wildeâ�� abouts , was the wine burnt ? oh there's wildefire in the wine . A12151-018-a-2420 lâ��t Pray let me see the fellow . A12151-018-a-3130 nâ��y He breathes too , nay then he may live to have th'other cup : A12151-018-a-3340 stâ��y this Patrick is a rare physition , if he stay with us , wee'l make us all immortall . A12151-018-a-3380 â��ee'l is a rare physition , if he stay with us , wee'l make us all immortall . A12151-018-a-3390 ã��â��ã�� rare physition , if he stay with us , wee'l make us all immortall . A12151-018-b-2670 drinkup if it tarry with us it fatts , A cup boy , drink up joy , and let e'm go poyson ratts . A12151-018-b-2750 pâ��yson A cup boy , drink up joy , and let e'm go poyson ratts . A12151-018-b-2970 Coribrous is it that doth sit so heavy on me ? Since Coribreus talk'd with me , I finde a dulnes in my A12151-019-a-0030 Conâ��llus sweet temper that his brother . My deere Conallus , mine ? alas did I Say mine ? indeed he A12151-019-a-0290 ã��â��ã�� But something makes me feare I shall not be So happy as I wish in his possession : Yet A12151-019-a-0450 sidâ��s his possession : Yet we have vowes on both sides , holy ones , And marriage promis'd . But A12151-019-a-1820 ã��â��ã�� ammelet I finde secures me From all observers , and I now am in Her chamber , by a feate my A12151-019-a-1870 Hâ��r secures me From all observers , and I now am in Her chamber , by a feate my Spirit did me : A12151-019-a-3160 Haâ�� The doores are fast . Ha! ! Blesse me you Powers , This musick is A12151-019-b-2860 pâ��rson and be confirm'd , we meane to honour Thy person and thy vertues . A12151-020-b-2890 vaâ��â��e Take heed , and doe not value Thy selfe by rash and froward opposition A12151-021-a-0680 wantâ��nnesse make pleasure weep , and hurle thee into wantonnesse . A12151-021-a-1140 Sâ��r Exit Ser . A12151-022-a-1100 lâ��ng 'Tis long of men that maids are sad ; Come then , A12151-023-a-1660 â��e Doe not destroy me so , be plaine . A12151-023-b-0660 â�ª You have named it , Sir . A12151-024-a-0450 â�ª wise , and humble for so great a blessing . A12151-024-b-1330 Hâ��lp Help , Oh I am lost . A12151-024-b-1670 Princâ�� thy soule on their black wings To hell , Prince ; and the gods can do no lesse , Than in A12151-025-a-3020 ã��â��ã�� measure for one of our gods that made 'em ; de'e heare freind , hal 'tis the Prince Corybreus A12151-025-b-1080 vexâ��d this ? oh , I could curse 'em , And from my vex'd heart exhale a vapour Of execrations , that A12151-025-b-1950 ã��â��ã�� It will be thought ambition , or upon the Queene . A12151-025-b-2680 â�ª Lord , this paper speaks his royall pleasure . You have forgot me , Sir ; but I have beene A12151-025-b-3040 Hâ�� Ha , is your name Patrick ? A12151-025-b-3530 Iowe servile tye , It will not shame me to professe I owe You dutie still , and shall to my best A12151-026-a-2620 â�ª Exit Serv . A12151-026-a-3370 Baâ�ª Ba. A12151-026-b-0270 bet wixt Bard . Oh Madam , if you knew The difference betwixt my faith , and your Religion , the grounds A12151-026-b-1660 lock'â�� about on fire , the doores Are barr'd and lock'd â�ª there is no going forth , We shall be A12151-026-b-1670 â�ª on fire , the doores Are barr'd and lock'd , there is no going forth , We shall be burnt A12151-026-b-1900 râ��cover'd will spoyle my singing : My voyce hath been recover'd from a cold ; But fire will spoyle it utterly A12151-026-b-2650 os Martyrs grow , Till it be call'd the Iland of the Saints ; Look up , and see what thou A12151-027-a-0520 facrifice And sacrifice you all for his sons death . A12151-027-a-1280 â�ª Ferochus and Endarius , as before . King , Conallus , Archimagus , Priest , Ethne , A12151-027-b-1510 Siâ��ra they are presented In these your lovers : Sirra , make fast the doore , And wait aloofe A12151-028-a-0600 Endurius Who's that , Endarius , that kist me now ? A12151-028-a-3060 blâ��d Glanc'd o'my cheeke : Brother , your nose bled you that fine beard . A12151-028-a-3090 ã��â��ã�� cheeke : Brother , your nose bled you that fine beard . A12151-028-a-3150 neâ��d You need not blushâ��d one side , brother â�ª ha , ha A12151-028-a-3170 blushâ��d You need not blush a' one side , brother â�ª ha , ha . A12151-028-a-3220 â�ª You need not blushâ��d one side , brother , ha , ha . A12151-028-b-3460 murdor'd command your deaths Unjustly , now my son is murder'd for it . A12151-029-a-2420 iâ��'s braines I love him for't And wish my self in's armes now to reward him , I should finde A12151-029-a-2720 â�ª Exeunt . A12151-029-b-1250 embracemy I embrace my Priest , Do this , and I'll forget my A12151-029-b-2030 thâ��ir And their noddles be so precious , would all my kindred A12151-030-a-2110 â�ª now I think what a long journey I am going , as far as to another world , it were not A12151-030-a-2300 â�ª not a misse to take provision along with me , when I come to the tricke of hanging , I A12151-030-a-3050 sight has a stomacke in a just cause , and can fight toth and naile , with any flesh that opposes A12151-030-a-3060 â��oth stomacke in a just cause , and can fight toth and naile , with any flesh that opposes A12151-030-a-3120 slesh , and can fight toth and naile , with any flesh that opposes me . A12151-030-a-3880 noâ�� 'tis some Spirit take heed and offend it not , I never knew any man strike the devill A12151-030-b-0140 Aâ��d And handsome , what makes shee in this wood A12151-030-b-3280 sight I : hold , it is some Spirit , and we fight with the aire . A12151-031-a-0110 himselse The Devill may have a minde to her himselfe , let him ha her . A12151-031-a-2050 oâ�ª all my fingers ? A pox on his fangs , now o' â�ª my conscience I am visible agen , if the A12151-031-a-2060 â�ª all my fingers ? A pox on his fangs , now o o' my conscience I am visible agen , if the A12151-031-a-2730 mehither dangerous : A pox of despaire that brought me hither to choose my gallowes ; would I were A12151-032-a-0320 sledst That done , thou fledst . A12151-032-a-0610 arâ�� Thou art happie : The gods directed thee to fly , A12151-032-a-1190 burn'dâ�� , or mis-fortune , Thy fathers house was burn'd and in it he Did meet his funerall sire A12151-032-a-1310 haâ�� in it he Did meet his funerall sire too , ha ? Emeria . A12151-032-a-1680 sasting like your religion well ; but those rules of fasting , prayer , and so much penance , will hardly A12151-032-a-2110 â�ª loose my pension , my pension from the King , there's a businesse . A12151-032-a-2630 â��at may make the better shift . The lesse you eat , you say , will make the soule fat ; but A12151-032-a-3100 ã��â��ã�� doe good upon water and sallads , keep your diet - drinke to your selves , I am a kind of A12151-032-a-3220 ã��â��ã�� drinke to your selves , I am a kind of foolish Courtier , Patrick , with us , wine and women are A12151-032-a-3520 â�ª physicall , and in fashion . I'll take my leave , Madam , no Christian yet , as the world A12151-032-a-3880 ord â�ª naâ��ie grow wearie of the world , and stoop to your ordinarie say my prayers , and think how to dye , A12151-033-a-1170 Conall us Rise , Conallus : My benediction on thee ; be but what A12151-033-a-1500 â�ª thee too ; the fire We walk'd upon secure , and which is greater , Scap'd the immortall A12151-033-a-2270 bâ��ene name how much dishonour'd , And should have beene the partner of my bosome , Had not a cruell A12151-033-a-2710 Dicbu's Dichu's Cell Is not sar off , please you attend A12151-033-a-2870 thicher please you attend the Queene , We are bent thither . A12151-033-a-3150 â�ª Come , I'll lead the way . A12151-033-b-3100 â�ª When the cold dew drops full upon the ground , As if the morne were discontented too . A12151-034-a-0440 Compell d , By Archimagus , till a new mis-fortune Compell'd us hither to meet death , we feare , In A12151-034-b-2020 Endacius Enter Ferochus and Endarius . A12151-034-b-2890 Oâ�� And a preface to some message , Or will of Heaven , be silent , and attend A12151-035-a-0120 Milâ��ho's bought my freedome , when I kept Unhappie Milcho's swine ; Heavens will be done . What , all A12151-035-a-0300 faucie asleep already ? holy dreames Possesse your fancie , I can wait no longer . A12151-035-a-0870 dangerâ��free traine , To wait on thee , And make thy person danger-free : Hearke whilst we sing , And keep time A12151-035-a-1430 desence My fellow Angels , wait on thee , For thy defence : A troop , I see , Of serpents , vipers A12151-035-b-0360 Dicbu My Queene ! my son Conallus ! Dichu ! ha ! And the still wandring ghosts of A12151-035-b-2780 ruiue shall live , and what your malice meant , My ruine , I will turne to all your safeties , And A12151-035-b-3230 venomons this time be This Iland free from beasts of venomous natures : The Shepherd shall not be afraid