THE CONSPIRACY A TRAGEDY, AS IT WAS INTENDED, for the Nuptials, of the Lord Charles Herbert, and the Lady Villers.  
Written by Mr. HENRY KILLIGRAEW.  
LONDON. Printed by JOHN NORTON, for ANDREW crook, 1638.   

The Introduction.  Enter Diana, and nymphs. Dia. 
S Some back again, this way myself will take,  
And as you go, call those chaster woodmen  
To your aid, who often help us in the chase,  
Mingle with every step a call, and if  
An echo but resound her name, utter't  
Again, until y'are confirmed.  Exeunt two of the nymphs. 
I've lost a Nymph in whom I gloried more  
Than all those prouder Trophies to my name,  
She excelled in Fame, in Birth, in Beauty,  
And being Patroness of her, well I might  
Be called the goddess of Strict Chastity.  
She was herself a guard unto herself,  
Her Beauty so commanding good, did keep  
Her chastity; and her chastity, made  
Her beauty safe, lust might sooner gaze to  
Virtue in her eyes, then spy one of its  
Known Deformities.—  Enter Juno. 
And much I fear, some Satire, or worse power  
Hath betrayed her innocent Steps, and now  
Detains her, adoring yet what he means  
To spoil, or Jove again in some various  
Shape of Love, wrongs both his Deity, and me—  Juno. 
And why bright Phoebe, may not a more  
Equal Love. Endymion, Hippolytus,  
Or a fairer youth persuade her not from  
Her chastity, but you?—  Diana. 
Juno on the earth?  Juno. 
But this thoughts too likely, and too common  
To be entertained: you think if ought be  
Lost, it must be lost afar, pass Hymen's  
Temple that borders on your groves, and search  
The Caves. Nay believe heaven's a nearer  
Enemy, if Jove do court her 'tis in  
The shape of Ganymede, for such was he  
That led her from your train. But turn and prove  
How much y'are lost in fears, not she in love.  
See in this glorious perspective, where sits  
Your so deplored Nymph, and the lovely satire  
That ensnared her. Can you 'gainst his nobler  
Breast bend a dart? or wish it thither?  
See where Cupid stands, and laughs, ready  
In his just offence, if you shoot, to shoot  
Another. Tempt him not at so great odds,  
Oft times such beauty hath inflamed the gods.  
It seems you little deal in marriages,  
That could be so ignorant of this day,  
Than which, none was ever more expected,  
More proclaimed. This was no midnight bargain,  
Nor stolen match: but like unto the lovers,  
Known and eminent. First, by their Parents  
Thought on and concluded who were not sad  
Judges, but Prophets of their after loves,  
Then deferred till Minerva had enriched  
The one, and your purer Laws the other.  
And last of all, when in this high manner,  
Fame with her loudest blast had askest the bonds,  
And none was found so boldly bad, nor proudly  
Envious to intrude, joined they were by the  
Sacred hand of Majesty.  
Why droops Diana?  Diana. 
Thus daily to behold the noblest of my train  
Snatched from me, and Hymen's torch outshine the  
Virgin Taper.  Juno. 
This day your power is not diminished, her  
Name, and not her Chastity is lost; she's  
Only changed from a pure virgin, to as  
Pure a Bride.  Diana. 
And yet it joys me to see  
My fears thus ended.  Juno. 
Express it in welcome of this Royal  
Pair, who thsis have caused it; grace them with your  
Best endeavours, and what the others want  
Of Honour, they daily can bestow.  
Let us join, and perform something, that may be worthy of their presence, who of our ready Servants shall we grace with this employment?  Enter Tragedia. Trage. 
Me, great goddess.  Juno. 
Tragedia? the enemy of things  
Fair and prosperous; what hath she to do  
With loves, or marriages, unless't be to  
Confound 'em? who so oft before the Altar  
(Happy with the Flowers and virgin's hands  
That decked it) hath offered up the Lovers,  
A sad sacrifice. Delighting still, ere  
Phoebus could withdraw, to hasten a night  
Of sorrow o'er the day.  
From these solemnities be far away,  
Thou, thy Buskins, Crown, and Robe, filling the  
Scene with tumults, and with blood. Thy milder  
Sister, gentle Comedy, far sitter  
For these sports. we'll entertain; who can present  
Soft, and sweet loves, Examples of this night,  
Beginning sour, but ending with delight.  Trage. 
How much Divinest Juno speaks below  
herself, in preferring what she must scorn  
To name. Can she desire to do something  
In honour of this assembly? something,  
As when the gods are pleased, and wish to see it  
In so low a Strain? entertain Princes?  
And in Comedies poor vain? would she have  
An Epithalamion in these Lovers praise.  
And hear it chanted in rude roundelays?  
As all profane. Let these be far away  
Unworthy in this night to bear a part,  
What a mockery would such be of their  
Noble Love, to have its pure name smothered  
By so gross a fire? their brave actions  
paralleled with such country Jigs, of Cupid,  
Ridiculously imitating with  
Their long passions? No, if Juno do  
Desire to crown these hours above the rest,  
And make 'em welcome, yet before the best  
These do enjoy, through peace, and innocence  
Let her perform something that's godlike, they  
Which are happy need no shows of mirth. Their  
State is Comedy enough, sports do not fit  
This night but glory. If't be heroic,  
Then 'tis opposite, which makes me offer  
Thus my service, as most due to me, to  
Show the will, that speaks the language of the  
Gods, and as I am thus taxed with blood, and  
cruelty, 'tis not my lines that wounds them  
But their faults represent.  
And though they are with vice, and fate oppressed  
Yet those which see a Tragedy, are blessed.  Juno. 
Thou hast prevailed, make this night such as thou hast spoke, or if thy thoughts are higher, equal them.  
For know the gods o'ersee These hours' solemnity.  Tragedia, 
If Juno smile, here I shall favour find  
These like the gods accept the will, and mind.  Exeunt. Juno, Diana, nymphs.  

The Prologue.  
Tragedia. Blessed Theatre: how fair, and glorious shine  
Hath filled thy several spaces! how divine,  
And heavenly Lustre! all the lights above,  
Leaving their mansions where they nightly move  
To shade, and darkness. Have in this one Sphere  
Combined their aspects, and consented here.  
Never was Roof (as at these Nuptial ties)  
Filled with so bright auspicious Deities,  
Such glad presages; all they once did mean  
By Hymen's, Cupids, all their Genial seen  
Of loves, and laughters, that were wont t' appear  
To make an union fortunate are here,  
All in this presence; from you Royal Throne  
They fly throughout this Round, on every one  
That here beholds, with hovering wings they light,  
And breed in all a cheerful appetite  
To what we shall present, which if you deign  
Still to send forth (great Princes) and maintain  
'Twill make e'en Tragedy herself to smile,  
e'en me grow jocund, and forget the while  
My dreadful person to prevaricate  
From what I am, and change my sadder cries  
To paeans, and to Epithalamies.  
It will from those two lovers by its sway  
Ravish their plighted hearts another way,  
From them to their great guests, when they shall spy  
The powers, that formerly vouchsafed to tie  
Their lasting knot again with the same grace  
With which they once encouraged their embrace,  
To smile upon their service, 'twill bring on  
In their dear Breasts a Rare contention  
Of zeal to your delight— Such grace commands,  
A strife of duty though from joined hands.  
FINIS.   

THE conspiracy.  
Actus 1. Scena 1  Enter two servants preparing for a Banquet. 1 
SO, dispatch, dispatch, what wines are those?  2 
The late present from the Merchants.  1 
'tis well.  Enter Polyander. Pol. 
Are all things ready fellows? the King's on entering. 1 They are my Lord.  Enter King, Polyander, Menetius, Comastes, Aratus, Phronimus, Eurylochus attendants. King. 
Ha, ha, ha, no happiness like the Fools, Comastes?  Com. 
No, none Sir, he's mirth itself, and the cause of it in others, they say all pleasure is a shadow, then that which we enjoy is but the shadow of a shadow, hardly the Picture of what he embraces; our Delights are faint, thwarted by the Conscience, started with fears, and after an hour of pleasure a week of repentance; in which time we live by rule, and not by custom, laugh not though the jest be good, nor rage though at a just cause; but sickly whisper out our sayings, as though they were our last and eat our chickens with the curtains drawn, when the Fool lusts with his whole soul too, and sins till he's weary, knows no Conscience but his want that way; nor remorse but disability.  King. 
Hah, ha, ha.  Com. 
Nature never showed her liberality more than to those she was sparing of her best gifts to, she houses wisdom in a body full of decays, and requires her whole strength to bear off the ruin, measures his legs with the spiders, gives him pale and wan looks, scarce altered from the earth he was made of, where to the Idiot she bestows a body equal with the bulk of trees, and arms as Thunder-proof, makes him a strong, a large, and healthy fool.  King. 
Ha, ha; ha.  Ara. 
Fit Lectures for such a Sholler.  King. 
Well Comastes, thou shalt not want for a coat, if that will do't.  Com. 
Send me a mind to with it, and you have not a greater present for your neighbour Princes.  King. 
Come my Lords, let's sit and fill up our cups,  
Make them like our joys, still full, and flowing,  
Thus it should be my Lords in a State that  
Knows no troubles, let unhappy Princes,  
Whom losses do afflict, and fears affright,  
Make yearly feasts: But we, whose even affairs  
Do follow one another, and do keep  
There just Periods, though the reins are loose  
And their guide sleep, seeming rather, so to  
Have fallen out, than so caused; each day shall  
be a triumph, each hour a feast.  Ara. 
we may chance to find one out for Funerals.  King. 
A health to all, and a long peace.  Com. 
You are melancholy Aratus. claps him somewhat rudely.  Ara. 
You are rude Comastes, and let me tell you—  Pol. 
His Lordship is one of those which say their Prayers backward for the State, and ends in black wishes.  Ara. 
You are the Foxes that thrive by it.  
Phro. Aratus your anger is unseasonable, and the King marks it.  King. 
How now Aratus, what's the matter? our table should know no frowns, than least of all when we ourself forbears them.  Ara. 
Royal Sir I ask your pardon, he waked me something rudely, and got a froward answer.  King. 
What, all dead, fill another round, our wine moves not, here Polyander, to thee, what thinkst thou of Comastes happiness?  Pol. 
I think Sir, 'tis as dull as foolish, there cannot be a sense of pleasure, where there is so little sense. Greatness is the centre of all happiness, and felicity like our lands, at first is tied to the Crown, kings come ne'er unto the gods, and are like them both in power and pleasure, do command all, enjoy all, are miserable only in too much, and want but what to wish for, this is the dazzling happiness. 'tis vain therefore to prefer private joys before the Crown-pleasures, the King may throw by his greatness when he please, and be poorly happy, the beggar will ne'er sigh unto a Sceptre.  King. 
Why I Polyander there's some life in this, a little heaven even in the apprehension. Aratus art not thou of this opinion?  Ara. 
Not I Sir, nor of my Lord the fool's there,  
Kings are more miserable than they seem  
Happy, flattered by themselves and others  
Into a joy that is not, and what they  
Feel, they rather do believe, than find so.  
Yet I grant too, a King may be happy  
But never as a King. Felicity  
Is a purchase, and no inheritance,  
Nor hath the prerogative more than one  
Life in't neither, it dies still with the buyer,  
Troubles are the good king's profession,  
In the wars the first dart is thrown at him,  
Where his happiness is in a glorious death,  
Or else his Godlike rays plucked from him  
By some accursed hand, and so falls less  
Happy, being but wished so by a poor  
Revenge he knows not.  Com. 
Very grave and unseasonable, thus your Lordship gets the reputation of singularity, which the vulgar suspect to be wisdom.  Ara. 
Sir, you see how this place and my freeness are injured.  King. 
Mirth, only mirth Aratus, he means 'twould better become a counsel than a banquet.  Enter Timeus. King. 
Timeus welcome, nay, keep your seats, would thou hadst been partaker of our sports.  Time. 
When that my actions or mine age shall make me worthy of your ease and pleasures, I shall be a thankful sharer, but till then, your troubles will become me better than your sports, and cares will sit more lovely on my brow than roses. Sir, those that are about you seek to drown your virtues.  Ara. 
Your Lordship means none here?  Time. 
I name none here my Lord.  King. 
Nay Timeus thou never look'st friendly on our pleasures  Time. 
I must confess Sir, I had rather see you bloody than thus wet, nor are my wishes impious: Poliander?  Pol. 
My Lord:  Time. 
How basely that smile becomes thee: I had  
Rather thou hadst answered me with a blow,  
Than such a look: I thought to have asked thee  
Something, but I see thou art unworthy  
Of a brave demand. Thy skill lies only  
In the curiosity of a meal.  
To say at the first touch a th' tongue, this is  
A Chian, this a Falernian wine.  
Straight by the colour of the flesh to know  
Whether the foul were crammed, or whether fed:  
Prithee Polyander how sat the wind  
When this Boar was slain? were not these apples  
Pulled the Moon increasing? Degenerate,  
I have seen thee put thy face into a frown,  
And were't so constant in that look, as if  
Thou hadst no other.  Pol. 
Sir, when you shall find or make a cause, I'll put them on again, here they'll but sour the entertainment.  Com. 
You see, my Lord, they are not drowned, they live still under water.  Time. 
Like thine, beast.  King. 
Prithee Timeus let us enjoy our mirth while the gods give it, the time will come that we shall wish for it, and not have it; on my Conscience thou wishest for enemies that thou mightst cut them off.  Tim. 
I am sorry I have offended against your mirth, 'twas not my intent, I came to bring you news.  King. 
News, what is't good?  Tim. 
'tis as you shall esteem on't, Sir, There's a Stranger Prince arrived.  King 
Hither?  Tim. 
Yes Sir, his visits forced by a storm as he pretends.  King. 
whate'er the occasion be, he shall be welcome. The time's far spent. Aratus it shall be thy employment, from us fairly salute the Prince, and tell him though the Seas have been unfriendly, the land shall court him.  Ara. 
Great sir you highly honour me.  Exeunt. King, Timeus, Pol Com. Men. attendants. Phro. 
So, now we have time to speak, what thinkst thou Aratus of these passages?  Ara. 
Well, bravely well.  Euril. 
Your speech struck desperately at the King, he will not swallow it without some touch of jealousy.  Ara. 
'tis no matter, he cannot cross us now,  
None but the Gods can do't, nor they without  
a miracle, great as was their providence  
Which hitherto hath saved us, we have not  
ta'en so many years to build a work up  
And then to have it ruined with a push:  
No, he that will shake't, must first o'erthrow  
A Kingdom, a Prince, a Law, so large  
The extents are, ne'er did plot thrive like it:  
It has infected with the holy sore  
The greatest part o'th' Realm, and catches daily  
Like some unheard of new opinions  
Straightened at first, and prisoned in the breasts  
Of two or three, gains strength by time, and ears,  
And daily fed by curiosity,  
Thrusts out at last the old and most received,  
And grows the whole religion of the place.  
When we have called our party forth, the work  
Will seem done, the thin numbers which are left  
Not deserving the name of enemies.  
The Tyrant then will see himself no more  
A King, only the wretched cause of war  
His power being ravished from him.  Phro. 
While the fruit thus ripe, why do we let it grow?  Eur. 
And spoil perhaps.  Ara. 
We will not longer, only a little ceremony detains us, to crown our King, that past, our actions, and our thoughts shall then contend in motion.  Euri. 
How sped your visit to the young Prince?  Ara. 
Most happily,  
Oh had you seen with me there the dear cause  
Of this our danger, you would have thought it  
So no more, but stood contemning life,  
Thinking your blood ill stored within your veins,  
When that his service called it. Sure 'twas some such  
Shape and sweetness, which first slaved men  
And gained a Rule before there was a kingdom.  Eura. 
You forgot your message to the Prince.  Ara. 
O 'tis true, our next part is to delight ourselves in doing something, pray bear me company, we may get thanks for it another day. Exeunt.  Enter Harpastes. Har. 
Devil, whether wilt thou hurl me? the ship  
Sunk under so much ill, nor can the earth  
Bear us both together, the greatest hills  
Press not her face with half that load; one thought  
Of goodness made me lighter than the waves  
And at an instant taught me how to swim.  Enter Metampus to him. Mel. 
Harpastes?  Har. 
Melampus?  Mel. 
Are we only scaped?  Har. 
I hope so.  Mel. 
Then the storm has played the hangman, and saved us innocent.  Har. 
Innocent? what's that? it has saved us so much labour and a broken head perhaps.  Mel. 
The wrack was great and full of horror.  Har. 
How the rogues prayed, and roared above the waves, vowed whole herds of offerings for their safety. But Neptune saved 'em charges and took the verger beasts.  Mel. 
we scaped miraculously.  Har. 
I hope you'll burn no bullocks to the Sea.  Mel. 
No, my vows were of another nature, I vowed To live well, and changed my bloody purpose.  Har. 
Thou didst not mean in earnest?  Mell. 
I did then, but I no sooner touched the shore and safety but my old thoughts returned.  Har. 
Come we'll go claim our hire, and swear we killed him before the storm, our fellows dead pay will fall to us, we'll demand for losses, ay, and our dangers too.  Mel. 
If mine eyes deceive me not, here comes one will deny the payment.  Har. 
'tis he, be resolute and follow me.  Enter Pallantus to them. Pall. 
How now friends, amazed at what's passed: dangers o'erblown are dreams, no more to be esteemed of, within this hour you would have given a world to stand thus, were it yours, let not smaller losses than afflict you, the greatest goods are trifles after such deliverance, our birth day was not half to us so happy as is this minute, than we had no sense of life, now we perceive and joy in't.  They assault him and he kills them. Pall. 
What moved these villain's hatred? sure they know me not, nor did I ere see them before this voyage, they could not hope for money, there's more in't, here's a paper which He searches them .may chance to tell me something, by this I see they are murderers, what's here, a beard and hair? black patches, sure 'tis their trade they are so furnished, both of the same profession.  
A Letter.  
I am glad to hear you have found Pallantus, receive this man the bearer into your company and council, and if your secret practises fail you, assault him openly, and by violence perform the murder: let the one or other be done speedily, my employments here for you, are many and instant.  
Your Lord and friend, Timeus.  
Art thou the Lord? my wonder then is done,  
Thy treacheries is greater than thy hate,  
And that too is something more than malice  
Above the search of innocence, a knot  
Unto the subtlest Traitors, a riddle  
To thyself; were not thy home villainies  
Enough, but thou must maintain thy Factors  
Out for lives in foreign Kingdoms? bloody  
Merchant. I have lain hid so long, am now  
So new formed by time, no friend can know me.  
Hate, thine eyes are more perceiving far than  
Friendship; I have not dared to name myself,  
Because with it I do name my Father,  
And yet thou hast it perfect; him with  
Many more, who were too good to look on  
So much ill, as thine and thy father's lives,  
Were made away— ease; my breast, or too much  
Rage, instead of a Revenger, will turn me  
A stock, a fool; Hear me you banished gods,  
For I may justly fear, if that your Powers  
Are absent anywhere, 'tis from this place  
Where tyranny doth reign; on this Altar  
I do vow to be your Martyr, if not  
Your surviving instrument, ne'er to let  
Fall your vengeance, till it light on those which  
Slew the King, your King, the image of your  
Goodness, which killed the Prince, and dared to say  
That he was lost, lost indeed; which on the  
Princess do intend a rape, their marriage is  
No better, which killed my father, and last  
Resolved on me:  
Had I a thousand lives I'd gauge them here  
And think your Judgement yet not bought too dear.  Enter Aratus, Phronimus, Eurilochus, and others to him. Ara. 
In the name of wonder what art thou?  Pall. 
Why? what am I Sir?  Ara. 
Nay, I know not, not does any but an Antiquary or a Conjurer, certainly thou art no man, or if be'st, I am sure, none of the last Edition.  Pall. 
Were your troop absent I'd make you find, I were without those helps, 'twas so long since you saw a man, a true one, that you know not when you meet one, your Lordship's glass showed you none this morning.  Eur. 
Whence cam'st thou?  Ara. 
ay, that I'd fain know, here's no hole open In the earth.  Pall. 
From Sea.  Ara. 
From the bottom of it I think, there's nothing like thee above water.  Phro. 
Of what profession art thou, a Soldier?  Pall. 
Yes.  Ara. 
Thou shouldst be hanged for thy very looks, if thou wert not, they are excusable in no calling else.  Pall. 
These are some insolent scoffers which breathe their wits on all they see weaker than themselves against they meet the fool next, I wrong myself to talk with 'em.  Eur. 
Dost hear?  Pall. 
None of your wit yet.  Eur. 
Thou bleedest!  Pall. 
Was it that made me such a wonder? I do so.  Phro. 
And much blood is spilled upon the ground know'st thou the cause?  Pall. 
Yes, I was assaulted by two rank rascals which I let blood and cured?  Phro. 
Hast thou not killed, and robbed 'em?  Pall. 
Sr. your thoughts are base, and you do ill thus to insult upon mine innocence. Robbed 'em? moneys more below my thoughts then Earth, my education hath been noble, and though the Midwife leapt me not in Purple, nor Princes gossipped at my birth, I have dared to be as honest as the richest, my word hath commanded more than all your Land or money. Those deeds which I have done, dishonestly dared not to have looked on, they would have frighted your Lordship if but told you towards bed time.  Phro. 
I never saw such fierceness.  Ara. 
I begin to admire this fellow.  Eur. 
Where hast thou bestowed 'em?  Pall. 
Behind there, if you search 'em you may find more, if they had any money the Sea washed them clean on't before their deaths.  Eur. 
Why, were they cast away?  Pall. 
Yes, but it seems they had a land-fate.  Ara. 
They search them .What's here; a rogue's Limbs, Beards: their two heads a piece.  Phro. 
Her's a Paper confirms them most notorious Villains.  Eur. 
Sure I have seen some faces like them.  Phro. 
They were proper men.  Ara. 
They were so, didst kill them both alone,  Pall. 
I told you once so, I am no proud on't, to boast it over again, and tell you how I did it.  Ara. 
Trust me, thou art a brave fellow, and I admire thy stoutness, thou look'st as if thou hadst been nursed in perils: dar'st thou withstand a bold one, but as honest as 'tis great? what sayst thou, canst thou like of us?  Phro. 
Thou shalt not find us as we appeared at first.  Pall. 
While you talk thus I can, and in your business if honesty go yoked with danger: it cannot fright me then though it have more terror than Seamen feign at their return, or Cowards fears suggest, horrid even unto a lie. I dare face it, and wager a life I'll conquer it.  Arat. 
Thy words go high as Thunder.  Pall. 
Pardon my words if my actions prove as fatal.  Ara. 
I believe thee, and dare promise thou wilt do wonders, let me embrace thee, thou art welcome to our friendship; mine eyes did look on thee unworthily before, methinks thart comely now, thy scars are so many graces, not set by an effeminate but by a manly and warlike Skill Business calls us hence, thou shalt not part one minute from me, thy wound needs help, Come, thou shalt heal before me. Exeunt. Om.  Enter Clearchus, Haimantus. Clear. 
Have you commanded all the Mariners aboard each Captain to his charge; bid the Soldiers fill the decks with their full numbers, and display their colours. Let nothing wanting that may add to the glory of the Navy.  Hai. 
Sir there is not, all things are in their pride and height, the Captains seem to lend brightness to the day, and like the Sun throws rays, and light about them; nor looks their gold less awful than the soldier's Steel, on the Ships appear the joy and riches of a conquest, and yet keeps the strictness of a joining battle, there wants nothing to make a warlike like, princely and well commanded, Navy but your presence, Sr.  Clea. 
I would not have them think us such poor men that we are driven to seek for their relief, to due for bread, and water, but rather that we come like Noble wooers, full of rewards and presents able to return all favours we receive, and equally to honour them which honour us. As great as they, It shall appear he that is master of such a Fleet, may Style himself King, though Lord of nothing else.  Hai. 
The people flock upon the shore, and with one voice say you come to fetch their Princess, you have more than their consents already you have their wishes too.  Clea. 
I marry Haimantus such a Jewel would  
Make the rest look dim, there are two Ladies in this  
I'll, if fame say true, the wonders of the World.  
When nature made 'em she summoned her whole  
Godhead, and unwearied wrought till she  
Had done, formed each limb as if she had begun there,  
She seemed to practise on the  
World till now, and what like beautiful she  
Framed before, were but degrees to this height,  
These the assent from which she now must fall  
They made her older than the labour of  
A thousand years.  Enter a Messenger. 
What's the matter?  Hai. 
there's a great Train, it seems from Court coming to your grace.  Clea. 
How nigh are they?  Mess. 
They are on entering my Lord.  Clea. 
we'll meet 'em.  Enter Aratus Phronimus, Eurylochus, Palluntus, and attendants to them. Ara. 
Sr. the King congratulates your safety and is glad of your arrival, though the cause were dangerous, you would have obliged him much, Sr. if you had been bound for Creta.  Clea 
The King is royal and chides me kindly, he binds a stranger ever to his Service.  Ara. 
His Majesty expects you'll honour him with your presence this night at Court.  Clea. 
I shall wait upon him, but my Lord I must first desire, you'll honour me with your company a Shipboard, I shall not need to excuse a soldier's entertainment, I doubt not but your Lordship knows it well, plainness is half the praise on't.  Arat. 
Sir, you are the envy of our neighbour Princes, you so far exceed them in a brave command. I ne'er was happy in the like sight before, and my Lord, they that can boast the strangest, have not seen one so common and so rare; your Navy looks as if she wore the spoils of a whole Land, or came to buy them.  Clea. 
My Lord, you'll make me proud, your presence yet will add unto its glory. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Timeus and Coracinus. Tim. 
Found dead upon the Shore?  Cora. 
I my Lord, thrown into a cliff by certain Fishermen.  Tim. 
Were they drowned?  Cora. 
No my Lord, there were many wounds found upon their bodies, and yet their clothes were wet.  Tim. 
'tis strange, were there but two?  Cora. 
No my Lord.  Tim. 
That's stranger yet, reward the men, and command them make no further search, nor speak of it, let it die with you too, do ye hear? Exit. Coarcinus.  
The villains have robbed at their return, and got their Deaths that way, I ne'er could spare them worse, the State stands in greater need of theirs, than of the sword of Justice. Rodia?  Enter Rodia? Rod. 
My Lord.  Tim. 
Is your Lady to be spoke with?  Rod. 
Always my Lord by you, but now she's coming forth.  Enter Eudora. Tim. 
Save you sweet sister.  Eudo. 
O you are welcome Sir.  Tim. 
Sure Eudora, Venus and the Graces had their hands today about you, you look fairer than yourself, and move in the Sphere of love and beauty. Cupid has taken his stand up in your eyes, and shoots at all that come before him; pray Venus he miss me.  Eudo. 
When begins your serious?  Tim. 
These are the sweet looks that captivate the Prince in a free country, and this the dress that must enchant him, ha?  Eudo. 
There is no charm in't certainly, it pleased me the least of many, no, 'tis your fair Mistress which bears those Love-nets about her, if the Stranger scape her he's safe.  Tim. 
Had better kill his father, and then gaze upon the spectacle, than look upon her with the eyes of love.  Eudo. 
Nay then you are cruel, would you have him stronger than yourself was? if he be guilty the same doom must light on you too.  Tim. 
But I have prevailed so far that he shall be free from the Danger both of love and seeing, she'll not be there; nor must you make up his entertainment.  Eudo. 
I was commanded to be ready and attend there.  Time. 
But now the Commissions altered and runs in another sense.  Eudo. 
I shall be content to obey either. May I not know the cause?  Tim. 
You may, we would not feed the Prince here with hopes to get a wife, this was the storm that drove him in, nor must you only for this time forbear his presence, but while he stays; he is unworthy of you.  Eudo. 
If you know him so, I shall then without  
Excuse deny his visits, But I think  
This business may be borne a nobler way,  
Nor will the end fail though the means be fair  
Leave it with me, if he sue with honour,  
He will take an honourable answer.  
Though he gain none from me, I'll get his love,  
And send him home, no less a friend, than if  
He were a husband, by my restraint you'll  
Only gain unto yourself the marks of  
Jealousy and malice, and fouler stains  
If that the crime were named to the desert.  
Besides it does proclaim in me too, such  
A weakness as I am much ashamed of;  
Had he a face adorned with the graces  
Of both Sexes, beauty and manliness,  
And these ingrafted on the body of  
A god, I could look on, converse, ay, and  
Neglect him too, when I have reason; fear  
Not me then.  Tim. 
I do not, I know thee strong, the honour of a Kingdom may lean with safety on thee, but he will linger here too long, besot the State with feastings, and in this ease give safety to treacherous undertakings, he must be used ill, there's reason for't.  Eudo. 
Is there then a policy in rudeness?  
Why don't you rather send a defiance  
To him, proclaim him enemy; this were  
Nobler far, than to receive him in your arms  
And then affront him, say health and wish  
Poison in the cup, are you so much below him?  Tim. 
There's greater thoughts in hand than curious rules of Ceremony, if he send any present to you, return it back with scorn.  Eudo. 
Pride is ill becoming, and hated by the next proud man.  Tim. 
Then take 'em and laugh at him.  Eudo. 
No, where my thanks are too much, I'll rather return gifts for gifts; I would be loath to have my faults reach further than my goodness.  Tim. 
he'll wear those gifts for favours.  Eudo. 
They will not prove so, yet he will deserve some as he is a stranger.  Tim. 
Not from you, rewards the State will give him, you hear my father's will, you must not see him while he stays.  Eudo. 
I do, and shall easily keep that I do not care to break.  Tim. 
Farewell.  Eudo. 
Must you be gone?  Tim. 
There's a little business calls me.  Eudo. 
If be but a little stay.  Tim. 
Only the welcome of the Stranger.  Eudo. 
'tis too much to hinder,  
I see a causeless and a needless age  
Hid in your breast the Prince may be noble,  
Valiant, if you receive him then with scorn,  
he'll prove a stronger enemy than those  
Unworthy ones you fear at home, whose own  
Actions daily ruin, and whose ill made  
Knots will loosen faster than they tie them;  
You have prevailed with me, I'll not be won  
To see him now: but let it not appear  
By your default, and that my retirement  
Is only in scorn to him, which will be  
Made plain, if that you change not this face you  
Have put on, it becomes you at no time;  
A Prince should always smile or look indifferent,  
He has no need of frowns, as other men,  
All lives are in his breath, and if they do  
Offend, his revenge is known, and need not  
Be declared by face expressions, where there's  
Power to punish 'tis tyranny to rage,  
Anger is no attribute of justice;  
'tis true, she's painted with a sword, but looks  
As if she held it not, though war be in  
Her hand, yet peace dwells in her face; learn once  
Of me, and when you have no cause of a  
Distemper, express none; now you have made  
All sure, doubt not, but receive the Stranger  
With fearless and confident embraces.  Time. 
I will, or at least I'll tell thee so when thou persuad'st me thus. Farewell. Exit Timeus.  Eudo. 
Thy subtle plots will ruin thee at last,  
Valour and policy do seldom meet,  
Yet here they are in their extremes in one,  
But do most strangely divide the owner,  
Makes him dread none, and yet confirms him not  
Within a guard. Exit.  

What can our wishes deprecate.  
When vice is made both Law and fate!  
When for the good o'th' Commonweal  
The counsels called to Plot a Meal,  
And Beasts brought in with solemn cry.  
As spoils got from the enemy.   

Chorus. Whose life's the Table and the Stage,  
He doth not spend but lose his age.  
The king's eyes, like his Jewels, be  
Set to Adorn, not to foresee:  
And as his Crown: he thinks each thing  
Runs round in a continued Ring.  
But Sacrifices crowned be  
And garlands fit for Destiny.   

Chorus. Fates then we fear, have writ this lot  
That Wine shall lose what blood hath got.    

Actus Secundus: Scena I.  Enter Clearchus. CLea. 
Is this your royal entertainment? a Common host would have given one as civil; shown his guests their quarter, and then left them to stumble out again; my receivers are all vanished— An undeserving scorn will trouble me— neither of the two Princes were in the train; they might have trusted 'em, I could have gauged a Kingdom for their security. The meanest things displease me not, if they are the fullest offerings of the place, and gratefully I can submit to the necessity: but where they are afforded I can relish nothing but the choicest, and look on aught but what invites the general and first eye, here a continual Spring and Harvest make but one season, no scarcity doth dwell but in their minds, and then I think myself neglected with the best things.  Enter Courtier and passes by, half Reeling. 
Was not the fellow drunk?  Another something fat. Courtier passes by. 
Now they begin to muster up again, here I stand like one that learns to make his first honour.  Enter Mellissa and passes by. 
When comes the fourth? three of the Elements have passed by simple and unmixed, Water, Earth and Air, livelier expressed than in a Masque: the fourth was in the Prince, he singed my face with a compliment. I am arrived among a stranger people, than ever I heard lied of yet, at my return I shall have undiscovered story enough to fill a map, though the Land be known, I have passed some two degrees, and may lawfully extend my lines to twenty, and fill the vacuity with monsters and Fish-heads.  Enter Comastes. 
Sir, by your favour, if your business call you not, pray let me entreat your company awhile.  Com. 
Troth, an't like your Grace, I am in haste, in very great haste, the King has sent for me, and I know he's thirsty till I come; I would your Grace were as resolute, and as well armed this way as I He discovers a great Goblet .you'd be the welcom'st man— He loves a royal Drunkard with admiration, he never saw one yet but in a glass. Sir, have you any business with him? you need no other Orator, than such as this, such a mouth, without a tongue, will persuade any thing; yet this is o'th' least, fit only for Physic-days, when he would not surfeit, a mere toy that troubles the waiters with often filling, but I have one as high— here's nothing to measure it by; 'twas that made me so inward with him. I always use to petition with it, 'tis bigger than any of his own, and pleased him above measure; the first time he saw it, he commended the largeness of my mind, and said it was a noble emulation in me: he has a Daughter Sir, a beautiful Lady, my hopes, unless some neighbour Prince do reel betwixt us, your Grace comes the right way, he hates a dry Inland traveller, but that you kiss the cup, and have too much bounce, and down with him in you, which were things he surfeited on some fifteen years since, and still the very names turn his Stomach, besides your Navy and attendants are too great, he'd have esteemed more on you, had they been fewer, enough only to lean on, when you are o'ertaken, or if you had wanted those, and borrowed his unto your chamber it had been better where he finds worth, the pomp delights him not, your pardon Sir.  Exit Comastes. Clea. 
This is stranger than all, with what licence this fellow abuses his Master, or speaks truths altogether, as unpardonable; sure he has a patent for't: I see I shall want names for all the monsters.  Enter Aratus to him. Ara. 
Though your grace are here a Stranger, I may demand of you where the King is?  Clea. 
If none know more than I, my Lord, you have lost your king.  Ara. 
Sure he is not well, I hope he is not, with a safe loyalty I may wish he hath a dangerous cause rather than none, to take him from a Prince the first night of his arrival in Court.  Clea. 
My Lord, I have found much honour in you, one that knows to show more civility to a Stranger than he can deserve, and only are unhappy at this time in an unworthy choice, but if you still can continue this nobleness, though the King frown, I shall gladly make some stay, at least till I have satisfied a stranger's curiosity, and may seem rather to have left the place, than to have been thrust from it.  Ara. 
Believe me (my Lord) both your entertainment, and this necessity, that you are driven to use so mean a service as mine, doth shame me much. 'tis not the nature of this place to be thus uncivil, nor is tour custom, as it hath been this day, to coop our Ladies up as if the sight were dangerous, their beauties will endure the Test: and we will put them to't; 'twas unkindly done, I know one look of theirs would have given a welcome to a young man above the greatest cost.  Clea. 
My Lord, you know to speak a pleasing language.  Ara. 
we have two Princesses Sir, few Kingdoms can show such Jewels, but only one is oriental, the other's artificial, but an excellent gem too; one of them, the true one, I doubt not but I have credit for to show you, but 'tis not to be purchased, that happy opportunity is already past, and the now owner esteems it above his wealth, his life, ay, and his honour too. aside.  Clea. 
Yet my Lord bless me with the sight, I can rejoice at so much excellence, though another do possess it, and no doubt as much of the owner's felicity lies in other's admiration, as in his own possession.  Ara. 
All but jealous men think so, and they count themselves robbed of all happiness in their wives another doth receive, are as covetous of their beauties as many husbands of their persons, think themselves cuckolded by a woman's commendation. But, my Lord, I'll leave you, I was going to the Princess before I met your grace. I know few words will gain so easy a request, tomorrow and daily I'll wait upon your Lordship.  Clea. 
Sir you have engaged Me your servant beyond my hope of freedom. Exeunt omnes  Enter Hianthe and Ladies. Hian. 
Nay, you must bear it patiently, my dominion extends no further than these rooms, and beyond them I grant nothing: how will you endure the stranger's delays, that thus hardly brook his coming, the King in compliment will not admit the winds to serve sooner than a month, were that all his stay; but here must be Masques and triumphs before he goes, and the Subject yet not known for the one, nor ornaments made for the other; perhaps a league must be concluded, and then I would not live to be so old as to see the end on't, the meanest persons will require a month to fit themselves, a Prince cannot turn in less than a season.  1 Lady. 
May you not see the Garden, Madam?  Hian. 
No, nor the day, but through a window.  2 Lady. 
we'll petition to him under the title of distressed Damsels, that must pass the flower of their age in imprisonment, unless he'll travel to his own, or some other Country, to gain 'em freedom.  Hian. 
Madam, he'll think we are held by enchantment, that his absence, and not his sword must gain our liberty. Faith wenches, what would you do with such a servant that will lay commands on you, and be your Lord before Hymen hath made him so?  1. Lady, 
Madam, I'd change him.  Hian. 
Leave him I would but change him's a harder matter, and will require more consideration, I have not the faith that I can work so great a miracle as to persuade mine, to any thing he has not a mind to, and yet he swears he loves me, as he loves a Kingdom.  2. Lady, 
You may believe him, Madam, you are his best Title were the Sword away.  Hian. 
Melissa broke loose, and gone to the show.  Enter Melissa. Mel. 
No Madam, she's returned.  Hian. 
Is she so, and what hath she seen?  Mel. 
The scurviest entertainment, I did not think it possible so short a time could have prepared one so ill, 'twas thought on before, and pains taken to order it so much for the worse: This was the first day that e'er methinks the King and my Lord Timeus looked like the Father and the Sun, The King had on his old council face, which all hoped he had forgot and this was the only time these many years he should not have worn it, they both embraced the Stranger, as cold, and carelessly as if they had been to fight after, this behaviour in the great ones, was presently observed like a new fashion, and in an instant the whole train was in, from the bravest to those which follow a fashion only, when 'tis to leave off something, and then look not as if they were hot: but wanting a cloak. Marry their wits were not so changeable, as their faces, and having but one Sure of Compliment, and that now unfashionable, they were fain to supply it with Legs, and Silence.  Hian. 
How looked the Prince on their behaviour?  Mel. 
He looked much above it in my opinion, two foot higher than my Lord Timeus though not altogether so tall, these sour looks were all the without-door show, which indeed in a solemn March, they returned all into the Palace, shows Papers .the Strangers seemed rather to follow with a silent consent than an invitation; there the press shook me off to find this out for your grace's mirth, and at my return, as I least expected, I found the Prince all alone where anybody might have seen him for nothing, the Grecian, and the Trojan Captains in the hangings were all his company, with whom he seemed well suited, had they been alive his looks were as challenging as theirs, and standing so, bred much comparison.  Hian. 
Know you the reason of this behaviour?  Mell. 
No Madam, yet if I would I might have learned of many, indeed all could give a reason, those which only from this occasion knew what belonged to any the whole company were Politicians, there was one Yeoman, Statesman informed most about him, and left them to write his letters for certain news into the Country.  Hian. 
Well, now turn your wit unto our mirth, we have more need of that, what have you got there?  Mell. 
That which shall save my wit blameless that is unpractised 'tis a rare piece of Poetry, which I have been Patroness of from the first nonsense in't, that is, from the first line, there much mirth intended in it, and I doubt not, but your grace will find it, the Author, himself is an Emblem of the first Comedies, where one acted all, and will make you laugh though you saw him every day, I have brought him along with me, he stays but without till his admittance be granted.  Hian. 
No, prithee Melissa, 'twill be too much.  Mell. 
I beseech your grace, and do but smile upon his learning. Domine, Domine.  Enter a Poet rudely, and seeing the Princess and other Ladies steps back as rudely. Mel. 
Look, look, I told you what you'd do, you are so forward.  Poet. 
I can presume most humble Lady.  Hian. 
Ladies ha, ha, ha.  They turn from him when they laugh and come up again. Mell. 
Hold your peace, with your presuming, you should let the Princess speak. This is the author Madam.  Hian. 
ladies. ha, ha, ha,  Mell. 
What think you your Play will do when  
One Scene of yourself breeds all this mirth?  Poet. 
Ham.  Hian. 
Melissa?  Mel. 
Your Grace?  Hian. 
Prithee discharge him I am not able to look so much laughter in the face and keep it in to save my Modesty.  Mel. 
So, 'tis well Sir, the Princess hath taken notice of your worth, and commanded me to reward your. Attend tomorrow and you shall receive it, and pray see that her grace have all your labours (as you call 'em) and your fooling. Exit Poet.  Hian. 
O 'tis well we dress us not, but was this a Poet, Mel. believe it Madam but I hope his work will satisfy that Question her's rare stuff I'll warrant it.  she turns over the leaves and reads these entries. Enter Eugenia dying as she goes. Enter a Nymph, pursued by a wild Bear. 
Will your grace examine it?  They all take several papers, and sit down, in the mean time Clearchus, and Haimantus mistakes in upon them. 1 Waiter, 
Who were they passed by?  2 Waiter, 
But certainly they know what they do They are so confident.  Clea. 
Where are we now?  Haim 
Certainly in no danger Sir.  First the Ladies spy 'em and Rise amazedly, and afterwards the Princess. Mel. 
The Prince.  The other Ladies whisper the Prince, the Prince. Clea. 
Madam, our bold mistake hath thrust us on too far, to retire without excuse, which we shall hardly make unless, your favour meet us, we are Strangers that thus have erred, unfortunately I must not say, that were a sin great as our rudeness, yet we ought to esteem a fault, though it is to us a blessed one, and hath conferred a happiness, our best deeds could not have deserved.  Exeunt. Clea. and Haim Mel. 
This entrance was something abrupt, and beyond the intent of our Poet.  Hian. 
A strange accident, was it the Prince that spoke?  Mel. 
I Madam, but 'twas improper here.  Hian. 
Art thou sure 'twas he?  Mel. 
I am Madam, does your grace incline, I see a Prince is too high a personage and spoils a Comedy, shall not our Play go on?  Hian. 
We have had too much on't. she snatches it from her, and goes out.  Mel. 
Nay, Madam, take us along with you, we cannot maintain the Stage without our parts. Exeunt. Ladies.  Enter Aratus, and Pallantus. Ara. 
Madam, a little of your company I beseech you.  Mel. 
My Lord Aratus, save you.  Ara. 
A good salutation for a fair Lady whose beauty's so destructive.  Mell. 
Your Lordship's very conceited, on my conference 'tis the first left hath been made on that poor saying this thousand years. she looks at Pallantus and he hinders her.  Ara. 
What do you look at? do you want a servant?  Mel. 
Bless me, my Lord, what pale man have you got there?  Ara. 
Why pray? because he's black; the sitter for a Lady.  Mel. 
For a Lady? I never saw such a devil's playfellow.  Ara. 
he's white within, all snow and milk.  Mel. 
They are put into an ink-bottle.  Ara. 
What, would you have one that spends more milk about his face than he sucked in his childhood, that dresses himself in gloves as if one part were too good to do service for the other, and dares not show his hands for shaming of his Mistress, nor commend hers because his own are whiter, and when he is a-bed, none can distinguish whether he be the husband, nor hardly she herself. This is one neglects his outside beyond a common cleanness, and bestows that care upon his mind, there wastes his four hours of dressing, and what the other doth exceed in spruceness he'll make good in service, pay respects unto his Lady's person, and not unto her muff, and if at any time danger do approach her, fearless he dares beat it back, or make it welcome by his noble fall, himself in presence guards her, and his memory in his absence. Come, pray spoil not his hopes among the Ladies he's a young Courtier and wants a Mistress.  Mel. 
I am turned when I hear reason. I beseech, my Lord, let me be she.  Ara. 
I thought 'twould come to this, you make the furthest way about, the nighest to your ends, love by discommending, pray let him salute you then.  Mel. 
Not unless you'll stand by me.  Ara. 
Well, I warrant you; my friend?  Pall. 
My Lord?  Ara. 
Pray draw near, here's a fair Lady gladly would salute you, now you are at Court you must lay by your warlike thoughts, and plot how you shall overcome in compliment and conquer in civility.  Pall. 
My Lord, I shall be ashamed to pretend so much unto the Soldier, as to make myself uncapable of so great an honour this Lady does me by her fair salutation, though I am unworthy, I can be proud to be her Servant.  Ara. 
What think you?  Mel. 
I know not what to think of so much wonder, what rarities shall I be mistress of, and none envy me.  Ara. 
Well, to leave you in that rapture, May I speak with the Princess?  Mel. 
Yes, she went hence but now.  Ara. 
May I adventure to go in?  Mel. 
You may, but call my servant along with you.  Ara. 
You are a longing again, but not a bit, 'tis sweet meat, not a bit. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Clearchus. Clea. 
Why should I fear to entertain a guest  
So honourable as love is, that fills  
The mind with noble thoughts, and strengthens men  
To act such deeds themselves style gods. Pallas  
Mars and Mercury, are but the proper names  
For virtues, loves effects, without some kind  
Of which there could be no society,  
The world is held up with love's Deity,  
But it appears most godlike, when beauty  
Is its sphere. I will embrace thee therefore  
Gentle spirit. fool's do profane thy fires  
And call thee a Disease. Thou wert the old  
And first Religion, not taught, but borne  
Within us, the only and first law, which  
None that loved could err in, thou hast too long  
Been absent, and unkindly never wouldst  
Vouchsafe a Dart till now. Dwell in my breast  
And teach me all thy laws. Let not thy shades  
And flowery banks withdraw thee, when thou mayst  
Inhabit here, make Paphies but thy refuge,  
The heart's thy native soil, thy mother's lap's  
A banishment to it. How well thou hast  
Already taught me, each Lover is thy Priest  
And speaks thy Power, without thy aid  
Beauty appears dead, and cold to all, as it hath  
Hitherto to me, nor sinks it deeper than  
the eye. Thou art the Organ that bears  
The species inward.  
When thou sit'st multiplied in every part,  
Thou mak'st each limb as sensible as the Heart.  Enter Haimantus and waiters as attending him. Exeunt omnes. Enter Hianthe, Aratus, Pallantus and Ladies. Ara. 
And Madam, I doubt not but shortly I shall bring you news of greater joys, and see you in that height you were borne, a Queen, not to be approached but by ceremony, and the humblest services.  Hian. 
My Lord, that happiness you wish me through my Lord Timeus will come too soon upon me. But as I said before, my Lord, the Princes coming, if it be known, will cause much jealousy and danger.  Ara. 
Madam, leave that to me, none but myself, and this Gentlemen (which I beseech your Grace to know) shall be acquainted with it, and we will wait upon him.  Pall. 
Amongst those many voices, and knees which daily do you honour. I gladly would receive an humble place, and pay my duties at your feet too, you may demand what they are. A heart and careless life to do you service just so, what was Incense on an Altar to a Deity that had no scent: or a Cake and Wine to a power that had not Stomach? yet they hearkened to those which offered such trifles, and liked and approved the worship, with the same hopes I present my flight but most devoted Services.  Hian. 
Sr. your Love is welcome.  Ara. 
We are both your humble creatures.  Exeunt Om. Cleander is discovered sleeping. 

A Song.  

While Morpheus thus doth gently lay  
His powerful charge upon each part,  
Making thy spirits even obey  
The silver charms of his dull Art:   

I thy good Angel from thy side,  
As smoke doth from the Altar rise,  
Making no noise as it doth glide  
Will leave thee in this soft surprise.   

And from the Clouds will fetch thee down  
A holy vision to express,  
Thy right unto an earthly Crown:  
No power can make this Kingdom less.   

But gently, gently lest I bring  
A start in sleep by sudden flight,  
Playing a loose, and hovering,  
Till I am lost unto the sight.   

This is a motion still, and soft  
So free from noise or cry,  
That Jove himself who hears a thought  
Knows not when we pass by.    Enter Achates. Acha. 
There he sits, and sleep hath seized on him, which seldom does so at a seasoned hour, but still he takes it when it comes, not when 'tis due, when weariness and not the warnings of the night do prompt him to it. He says to sleep because the day is gone, is to perform a duty not a necessity, and to eat at a certain hour to satisfy the time, and not his hunger. Nature is the Mistress of his faculties and no custom, which are rude and stubborn and will admit not Laws but what themselves enact, nor strictly observe them neither. 'tis a strange distraction for 16. years, a deeper discontent possesses him then doth the memories of those, which have run the miseries, and sins of a long life. This desolate happiness is all that he enjoys, and this I am commanded to break from him.  Cleander, what who Cleander. Clea. 
Why are you thus cruel in your care? did you but know the felicities you have waked me from, you would have rocked my sleep for ever, thought it a greater mercy to have killed, then thus to have divorced me, I was wrapped into the company of men, of gods, if compared with those we here converse with, enjoyed the most excellent things, there more, excellent, and glorified, was Crowned a King o'er all and with a traitorous push you have deposed me. Alas how fading is my happiness, which a small noise or motion can dissolve, nay turn to nothing.  Acha. 
Let that reason make you scorn'em, and aim at lasting ones.  Clean. 
Were their longest life but three minutes, and that time uncertain, they were to be preferred before the realest, and most continuing you could think on, these are pure and celestial pleasures, to be fed on only by the fantasy, I'll in and again invite them with a slumber. Exit.  Acha. 
I must forbear my remedies 'tis dangerous applying Physic in a fit. Exit.  Enter Comastes at one door, Poliander Menetius at the other. Com. 
Poliander, Menetius, well met; what have you seen the thing yet?  Men. 
What thing?  Com. 
The thing that haunts the Court, it has something like a man, and pretends to be one, he comes among the Ladies like a Rough water Dog to a Flock of fowl, and flutter as fast from him, scattering feathers as they pass, I mean their Fans and such movables, he has done no hurt yet, the Guard dare not mingle with him, he's too boisterous for their company, one glance of him as he passed by broke the king's draught, which a cubit Cup could ne'er do.  Enter Pallantus. 
See, see, here he comes, with as many patches and such like properties as would furnish a whole cashiered Company to beg with, sure he was Scar-bearer to some Army let's observe it what it will do, look, look, 'tis pleased with the hangings.  Poli. 
He cannot be thus by nature, nor by accident, he has studied to appear horrid.  Men 
Danger is not so dreadful in itself as it appears in him.  Com. 
I cannot forbear, for curiosity's sake, I'll enter parley with it, what rare things shall I know if I can get him speak, I'll inquire the fortune of the Kingdom for the next thousand years, that's not worth the asking. I'll inquire the age of the World and where her treasure lies, he cannot choose but know the very heart of the earth. If I cannot persuade, I'll conjure something from him.  He goes to Pallantus. 
Boe, boe, O Bullbeggar! what art thou? who let thee lose? where is any gold hid? my fears were just, nothing but a charm will do it.  Anaell, Marfo, Rachimas, Thulnear, vemoby save an vernessa. Elty, Famelron, dusculta et obtempora mandatis meis. 
This was not terrible enough.  Omallaharen, Madrason, Taporois, josaschan. Almonim, Fabelmarasim—,— 
This won't do it, it must be more terrible yet, I adjure thee by those Boots, thy Velvet eye, by all the tailor's work about thee—  Pall. 
Peace Fool—  Com. 
Oah.  Pall. 
The King will hear thee and thou wilt be whipped for bawling. Exit.  Com. 
Prithee good devil something of the other World.  Men. 
Ha, ha, ha.  Poli. 
I hope he has satisfied your curiosity Comastes, Ha, ha, ha.  Com. 
Nay, I'll not leave him thus, be baffled by a Goblin? I'll follow it to the place where it shakes the Chain, that certain. Exit.  Men. 
Ha, ha, ha, come let's see the end of the Conjuration.  Exeunt Om. Enter Clearchus, Haimantus in holy habits, Aratus. Ara. 
My Lord, Cupid put his hoodwink on you that he used to aim with, and than you could not miss the mark, I fear the second view will not be so delightful, the most excellent things scarce please twice.  Clea. 
My Lord, think not so, for were the World dark about her, or I blind to all things else, in her I could find variety enough, and so long as she were not eclipsed I could not envy him that were so placed, that he at once could see the whole earth as in a Map.  Ara. 
These habits then my Lord will bring you thither, methinks your Grace becomes them really well, now you are a Person most Sacrosanct, twice holy, made so by your Majesty and order. 'tis time that you were going, the guide is ready to attend you to the place from whence you must seem to come, I with a private guard will wait you at the Princess lodgings for fear of any sudden danger.  Clea. 
My Lord, I shall ever owe my life to you, as much as if you had saved it, and that I lived wholly by your gift, but here can be no danger where she wishes safety.  Exeunt Clea. Haim. Ara. 
When this is past, then for the great work, this is but a flourish to recreate the Senses in respect of that, it now grows toward an end, and heavier like many things at first light in themselves, and hardly to be caught for every air, being condensed and thickened to a bottom, do press the shoulders and make the veins groan under.  As Aratus goes out, Phronimus and Eurilochus enters and calls after him. Phro. 
Aratus?  Ara. 
How now friends, methinks your looks are lively, how succeeds your undertakings?  Phro. 
Too well to fail a minute of the time.  Eur. 
All the places we named, are sided with us, and those parts which Pallantus heretofore commanded are ready to sacrifice their new Lords to any that can but say he knew their old.  Ara. 
Why this is the life of every action, and makes it pleasant, when fortune is no enemy to industry, nor turns her wisdom into folly, makes not that a ruin which was a well ordered safety, when they both consent the burden's light, and labour but a serious sport.  Phro. 
The young Prince is come, but we have given command to keep him close, lest his face discover what his fortune is, a Gentleman at the first sight started at him, and called him the Prince's Picture.  Ara. 
You must look to that. The time now grows precious, we must weigh each dram, and till this be over, count all lost we spend in sleep or eating: come, every man to his charge. I doubt not on the day, to have a Prince help us to set the Crown upon our King. Exeunt omnes.  Enter the King and Timeus. King. 
But these are things for the following age, we are hedged in beyond all fear, if loyalty may prove destructive, there is yet some danger.  Tim. 
Because you see a calm enwrap all round  
About ye, you conceive 'twill be  
As lasting as 'tis pleasing. Tempests, sir,  
May contradict you even whiles you think so,  
Evils are silent now, not done away,  
They couch and lie in wait. Sedition walks  
With claws bowed in, and a close mouth, which only  
She keeps for opportunity of prey.  
Your ruin yet appears not and you think  
Because it lurks, you are safe,  
He that will be truly secure must find  
A peace on the destruction of all things  
That can impeach it: enemies reconciled  
Are like wild beasts brought up to hand, they have  
More advantage given them to be cruel.  King. 
Can the grave  
Quicken her ashes into Soldiers? shall  
Stench and corruption yield us enemies?  
We are safe from those that live, they will not hurt,  
And those that sleep in the forgotten dust  
Cannot. There is nothing now remaining  
To our care, but to give thanks we are safe  
Enough, if that we can rejoice. Thou lettest  
Thy best days pass without receiving fruit  
That should be cropped from them. I did expect  
Thou shouldst have urged me to thy Nuptials,  
Such cares befit thee best; how the Triumphs  
Should be ordered, and Hymen's torch well lighted.  Tim. 
Pray Heaven no other flames break out  
But such as mirth show forth, when treason laughs  
Upon your sports you call it piety,  
Cause it looks smoothly on your strength when't runs  
Out in an idle pomp, suffering your vigour  
To waste itself in triumph, and diminish  
In a continued jollity, that so, Sir,  
Ruin may be quiet, and you perish  
Without disturbance, nor are all things yet  
So free from our suspicion as you make 'em,  
You do suppose that all close eyes must sleep,  
When they are ne'er more watchful, than when thus  
They counterfeit neglect. Severely prying  
Into the depth of things, by seeming not  
T'observe the face and outside; Treason doth  
Walk in a whisper yet, their hate is busy  
And makes no noise; think not that it is their fear,  
But their advice and council makes it silent.  
Do you expect a Proclamation, or  
A Herald from Sedition? 'tis too late  
To say you were deceived, when that the Trumpet  
Shall summon to your ruin, you do slumber,  
Girt you, before the fire hath gained your Cabin,  
And do not trust your preservation to  
A Miracle, or a chance; you have an heir,  
Yet he is none of yours, he that begot me  
Did perish long ago. I was the child  
Of Vigour, not of Luxury.  
I must tell you, Sir,  
A few flattering Lords gild over the defects  
And ruins of your State, they make you call  
A Lethargy, Security; and that a Kingdom  
Which, like to children's houses on the sand,  
Reared up in sport and toying, will become  
A Prey unto the wave that first approacheth,  
They can perhaps judge well of meats and wines,  
Good Table Statesmen, Soldiers at a banquet,  
Strong, to o'ercome a Goblet, or a Charger:  
But kingdom's safeties are not owed unto  
The palate, and the Stomach; if that these  
Were State affairs, your Council were most found,  
And every breast a Synod; if that Music could now  
Raise Walls and Cities as of old,  
Your Realm would be impregnable.  King. 
Hast thou yet done?  
Not all the Ghosts that I have made, have been  
Thus cruel to me, nor, as yet, their graves  
Have threated half these evils, thy mother's  
Labour was a conception to these pains  
Thou hourly bringst upon me.  Tim. 
Sir, I am sorry, 'twas my love, my love  
That so did dictate to me, my desire  
That your sports might follow one another,  
And succeed so just that they may seem to  
Bring the season on, and not the season,  
Them, that thus they might continue ever,  
But 'twas that they might continue, and not  
Fall by treason. But Sir, I will no more,  
I shall hereafter think't more piety  
Hand in hand to fall in perils with you,  
Than myself to bring them.  King. 
What wouldst thou have?  
The power I have is wholly thine, if that  
I never did deny, was not thought given,  
Now I do, take all the means thou canst by  
Law or Majesty to remove thy fears.  Time. 
Sir, I thank you, humbly thus low I thank you,  
Nor will I in a compliment return  
It back again, till I have made you safe;  
I shall go to work like a resolute,  
But skilful Surgeon, that dares feel and search  
A wound, and if he find dead flesh dares cut  
It off, or more corruption will not spare  
A limb. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Hianthe, Aratus, Pallantus. Hian. 
May I hope to see such happiness?  Ara. 
To enjoy it hourly, and to the end, or I shall curse myself else.  Pall. 
It is the power of Princes for to change  
The place the come in to a Court, but this  
Lady bears such divinity about her,  
That where she comes, she consecrates the place  
A Temple, methinks a sacred awe doth  
Fill the room resulting from her presence.  
How happy were those times which saw a King  
And Council of the same blessed temper,  
Informed with souls like hers; that knew no vice  
But what they punished, nor learned it further  
Than the law and common place instructed;  
In that great Massacre (I may rather say)  
Of virtues than of men, all that fled not  
To this holy Sanctuary were crushed to nothing.  Hian. 
Can I no way be a helper?  Ara. 
Only with your prayers, the men will o'ercome, and the Gods, who must with piety be conquered, we'll leave to your goodness, but madam you must yet conceal your joys, and not speak them with a look.  Hian. 
This is the hardest task, the first is so just and righteous that in itself it is both prayer and sacrifice.  Ara. 
There are but a few days now, as I may truly say, to crown our labours, our greatest care is how we shall provide for your grace before the time, your stay here may be dangerous.  Hian. 
Take no care for me, my Lord, which way soe'er the fortune goes, I shall be safe from all, but from myself.  Ara. 
Madam the Prince.  Enter Clearchus, Haimantus. Hian. 
So fell the cloud from off the Trojan Lord,  
Not able to embrace such rays within,  
But being pierced, turned all at once to air,  
And left thin closed as dazzling as the Sun.  Clea. 
Sure I was rude and barbarous; before  
This softer fire did touch my heart, and from  
The wild inhabitants of the wood, differed  
In passion only, and not reason; that  
Without more respect, my dull eyes could gaze  
Upon such brightness, and with a ready rudeness  
Could excuse the fault committed.  
The unhewn Clown not faltering with his tongue  
Or in his looks abashed, could answer to  
The Emperor of the world, when he that's  
Better taught and nearer to the Majesty  
That speaks, beats for a word, and answers but  
With looks: although at other times his learned  
Soul can dictate such as would be: if that the god of  
Wit his Deity were called in question,  
And forced to show some excellent  
Piece above all was ever writ, as the  
Tenure by which he holds his Godhead:  
Pardon that, like the attendants of the  
Altar thus by degrees I come, and pause  
At each step, and bend unto that nearness,  
Rashness was my fault before, and brought me  
Into shame. Though no adoration,  
Yet there is a duty to be paid at  
Your fair shrine.  Hian. 
Sir, It was not yours, but the rudeness of the Court that would leave you to so unhappy a mistake.  Ara. 
If I would set a spectacle to the  
World, it should be such a close, where beauty  
Adored beauty and greatness bowed to greatness,  
methinks the heavens do open, and the clouds  
Are spun into a thread, to let down some  
God unto this contract. Let us withdraw,  
The Power is now descended, and all  
Within is sacred and mysterious,  
And if we do pry into these secrets,  
Our curiosity will be punished.  Exeunt Aratus, Pallantus, Haimantus, Clea. 
This honourable admittance you have granted me shall hereafter be my only glory, the sweet meditation that accompanies my old age, nor shall the much envied youth, make me wish one day back to be partaker of their lesser pleasures, when I shall call these greater unto mind, what cordial will it be; when I can silently boast within myself, my younger days were graced by a Princess, the fairest in the world; so I may say.  Fian. 
O my Lord, when you talk thus, though I am loath, you do compel me to turn my face away.  Clea. 
I humbly crave your pardon. 'tis strange so much seriousness can produce such follies, yet I have fair grounds for what I said, which most excellently show themselves in every part.  Hian. 
They show but to the fantasy, there's no such beauty here, 'tis borrowed from your speech and fair esteem, which thus I'll pay you back again; you are all that you have said, and when I first saw you, so you did appear to me, and I think to all the world, the first sight promises all virtues, and the next performs 'em, nothing seemed then so low in you as this passion.  Clea. 
What honours you have laid upon me, I may bleed for, but cannot purchase any like 'em; nor return such back again, there all must submit, your gifts, as your beauties, are excelling. But away vain words, I will endeavour to grow strong in those virtues, and not melt in the passion you have named, I'll set new Laws to all noble Lovers, that shall make all their idle passions appear as fond unto themselves as others, make them throw by their Pen, and with their Sword to act those Fictions nor daring to name nor think upon the Saint they worship, but when they have an offering some virtuous increase to bring them near. Thus is a Love that's free to all, none is injured by it Hymen's. Torch burns brighter by such flames, and Vesta's fires more lasting and more pure, who can complain the want of beauty, when any (any that dares be good) may adore any, and she like her Picture though she truly look one way may, seem to cast a gracious eye o'er all.  Hian. 
How his soul labours to soar above the pitch of honour.  Clea. 
How glad, how much greater should I grow, if I could promise to myself, but one of those seeming looks from you.  Hian, 
My Lord, I have not heard you without admiration and wish I could bestow favours rich, and lovely worthy your acceptance; but seeing that I cannot: I'll strive to honour you, not with peevish and womanish commands, but such as shall be worthy of your valour, and make you yet more a Prince. The bravery you have shown hath not raised a vain passion in me, but a confidence, a noble confidence, that all those virtues were not named by you but spoke in you, which thus I'll show my Lord, my Lord, Aratus.  Enter Aratus. 
But I must leave you to an instructor, 'tis fit for your Sword, and therefore above my power to utter, shame not, Sir, that I put a tutor to you, you are but to ground with him, you may build to what height you please. Come my Lord, you must lay off all Strangeness here, and receive a noble helper whole bring both Strength, and honour to your Cause.  Ara. 
I may stand amazed at the nobleness  
in you both, but not at this agreement  
in you, I know virtues are still a kin  
though the persons are strangers they are in.  Exeunt omnes 
Whiles this old Puppy thus doth sleep  
And doth in vice, as age grow deep  
Benumbing all these Plants are nigh  
Into a drowsy Let bargie,  
Behold a nobler Branch appears,  
As far from's manners as his years,  Chorus. 
O shed thou then thy influence,  
And we'll return fresh beauties thence.  
The fiercer sweetness of his face  
Presents a rigour mixed with grace.  
And though there were, a want of blood  
His worth would make his Title good.  
Virtues so grown in so few years  
Make him e'en such, become their fears,  Chorus. 
On then, and make the Sceptre be  
Thought but reserved, not snatched from thee.   

Actus Tertius: Scaena I.  Enter Aratus, Phronimus, Pallantus, Eurilochus, and others. ARa. 
Are all things ready for the ceremony; the Crown, and robes?  Phro. 
They are, there's nothing wanting if the Prince were come.  Euri. 
he's come now.  Enter Clearchus, Hiamantus. Ara. 
Your grace is welcome, but it may seem to a Strange place and person; what think you my Lord, are not you fallen into the company of so many traitorous and lost men.  Clea. 
Sir, say not so, you have not warrant, though you rank yourself within the number. The place, and persons rather appear to me, as if there were some Religion towards.  Ara. 
My Lord, you understand it right, there is a Religion towards, and I may truly say that this our private meeting and close Counsel is more just, and glorious than the loudest deed in Court, that all our public Acts, edicts, and forms of Law, are dark and impious compared to it; nay, that this time and place made holy by our purposes hath the gods more manifest and present, than the Sacrifice and Temples, long since made void and empty of a Deity, by those which sue for favours and request for him, who justly here deserves their horridst vengeance, we are not met here to plot a general ruin for a private injury, we know and teach the greatest Donne by the King unto the Subject, can not give him cause to throw off his faith. Kings are petty gods and may tempt us, nor is it want or desire of Innovation that thus Stirreth us, we are in the best ill State already, nor ambition to Strike at that Laurel which the Thunder spares, no we reverence it, and know that as men are the works of nature, so Kings of Jove. But 'tis our oath the Sacrament we took, which still holds us though our Lord be dead, until his successor do quit us from it, by taking of a new one, we are not subjects, but slaves to him we now obey, and therefore as slaves we ought to hate our Master; he was borne less than we, and hides the private man under the public gown; the purple which he wears was dipped deep in the blood of Innocents to colour't so. But I vainly waste myself in words, here are no minds to be persuaded, nor ears to be instructed; the sins we are to punish, we all know, and the gods remember, our Strength then is all we are to speak of, which is the greatest half of the Isle 16. years undisturbed provision, so carelessly was that provided for which was got by blood, there is but one Lordship, small in respect of others, the Tyrants own possession that will stand strong for him, but they are so besotted with their fortunes that their greatest aid will be but in their will to do him service. They may offer up their lives, like so many Sacrifices for his sake, but not like Soldiers, they are unworthy of that name: They may die but never conquer, war is never talked of but in their banquets, nor dare they fight beyond a Brawl.  Phro. 
And if we would count part of our Strength in their weakness, we have no opposition. In the City where they and their vices are daily seen, nothing is too contemptible; and in the remoter parts, where Majesty is no more reverenced, being known only by the Power and laws, and where the name of King hears like the name of God, even there those sons of the earth (as I may so call them) dare minace at him, and pile hills on hills to set their bodies equal to their hates.  Euri. 
Here we are three, can each of us raise such forces, which, though they could not, yet could make the Kingdom fear a conquest.  Pall. 
You are a Soldier my Lord, and though but young perhaps have seen already what others whole lives have not shown them, yet we'll play a game we dare invite you to, though you were accompanied with all the ancient Heroes, who had they leave but in their airy shapes to sit on a Tribunal, spectators of the war, this their second leaving of the earth, should be more grievous to them than their former deaths, and they would wish this Kingdom might be their Elysium.  Ara. 
You see, my Lord, how each can bring his forces in and prompt the other, those which have none on earth can bring them down from heaven; in stead of men bring manly spirits, words and looks confirming more than Armies.  Clea. 
If you have not yet done, I can hear you still, and with such lectures be content to have myself persuaded to that thing, whose embraces I would leap into; would I could lend aids equal to yours, but there's none so good, yet if you can stay so long, I can command worthy helpers.  Ara. 
My Lord, it shall not need, all that we desire is to have you not our enemy.  Phro. 
Are you ready for the Priest yet?  Ara. 
Yes, pray call him in. Though we need Exit. Phro. nothing to strengthen our resolutions, yet we'll take an oath, 'tis good to have the Gods along with us, a Sacrament is the tie no less of loyalty than of treason.  Phronimus returns, and a Flamen to them, with the Images of some of the gods. Ara. 
Here let us all before the sacred witness of faith and perjury, make a holy vow of loyalty to ourselves and cause, and as we draw near to so divine an Essence, consider 'tis not gold or marble that we touch, but a model of a sensible and living Power, which has vouchsafed to be embraced by one hand, when the vastness of our thoughts could not comprehend it.  Here they all seem to take an oath by touching of the Image. Ara. 
Now we are ready for the Prince, Eurylochus prithee do thou conduct him in. Exit. Eurilochus  Ara. 
Your grace shall see a stronger persuasion than any you have yet heard, the lively image of her you so much serve, he knows not yet his fortunes, but I dare warrant he'll bear them bravely, he has read the lives of kings though he never acted any, and you shall perceive he's princely borne, though not bred in Court.  Enter Eurilochus and Cleander the young Prince. Euri. 
This way, Sir.  - at his entrance they all stand bare, and- after some pause, Aratus speaks to him Ara. 
Royal Sir you are welcome. Start not at the name, it is your due, you were borne to that title, and I doubt not, though you never heard it thus applied before, 'tis not altogether a Stranger to you, there was a spark which in the first womb after a special manner was infused into you, and is as another soul within you, as the one informs your body, so this informs that soul, we may call it the difference of a King, that will tell you we are all here your subjects, and this no strange Philosophy I teach, and though this rich presume hath hitherto been wrapped in this disguise of learning, and defended from the air o'th' court, 'tis not decayed, but grown stronger by such keeping, which when it shall be opened will cast a fragrant smell over all the Kingdom, and cure the infections of the former age; to open it we are met, it is a medicine we too long have languished for. And Sir, though it be a short warning to so great a matter, you must presently prepare to be a King; we have no time now to instruct you in your right, and how you lost it, it was years 'a doing, and will require years for to relate it. In the mean time, let what you see persuade you, our serious looks, respects, and the presence of these holy rights.  Clean. 
I need not excuse my want of answer to you, there is nothing fit for me to say, which way soever I open my mouth to this purpose will appear foolish, whether I refuse, or grant both are alike ridiculous. I cannot turn myself in this place, without committing shame, 'tis not with me as with elder years they may deny such offers and be admired for their modesty, or accept them and be honoured for that Nobleness, I have nothing yet at my dispose, obedience is my best part; here I am; you may use me as you please, command me, even to wear a Crown, and make me submit unto the highest honours, set me on the Throne you speak of, and when I have had it long enough, take it again from me like other toys I play with, yet my Lords, I am not so young, but that I know I am a subject, and that I have a King; that thus, though but a sport, to use his titles is a fault, or for any to acknowledge such a spirit as you my Lord have spoken, is no less a traitor than he which strikes the Crown from off his head.  Ara. 
You have been heavenly taught, and shall be ever instructed in such Lectures. But the treason which is committed is committed against yourself, your spirit is usurped, and he that holds it is your servant as I am, or at least should be so, please you to attend. Sir yond place is provided for you.  Clean. 
My Lord, set me not such a spectacle of shame.  Eury. Phro. 
It must be so.  Ara. 
Submit now, and command ever. My Lord, will you honour us with your help.  Here they seat Cleander in the Throne, and after they take of his black habit, and put on him a Scarlet Robe. Clearchus and the Flamen hold the Crown over his head, and the rest stand before, and salute him saying, the gods preserve the King. Omnes 
The gods preserve the King.  Ara. 
We have now performed the one half of our duty, which was to seat you thus, the other is with our lives to keep you at this height.  Clean. 
If I may yet take confidence to speak, and it will become me to say something of myself. I could tell you how this day hath been familiar to me, and in a dream I have seen things so often, that did not these shouts confirm me, which were then Still the concluders of my happiness, I could not yet believe but all that I have now suffered is only airy, and these shapes I see, merely fantastic.  Fla. 
It was a good and prosperous Omen; which presaged your quiet here. The gods would not suffer you to rest in a wrong place.  All. 
May it be so.  Here Aratus brings Clearchus to the King, and seems to inform him who he is, he descends, and they embrace, making a mutual show of compliment, in the mean time Pallantus speaks. Pall. 
And shall I alone in such a glorious Action walk unseen? and as a fault perform my duties in disguise? I rather will proclaim it, here fall my mist away, now thou only barrest me from my joys, to which I am not near enough unless I can embrace. Give me leave my Lords that as my life, so I may throw my body at his feet; I have a share in him, ay, though a Stranger to you, it was my Father's purchase, with his life, he bought it, nor desire I to hold it by another patent, may such be the noted end successively of all our name, no disease but our Mistress cause to die on. Here let me kneel and pray all happiness and the best things may fall, and then rise, and with my Sword procure those blessings I have prayed for, know me my Lords, I am Pallantus.—  Phro. Euri. 
Pallantus?  Ara. 
Pallantus! My dearest friend proved my dearest kinsman? could I be so dull as to imagine such valours could be in a shape so low as thy outside promised, or so common as to be met by chance. That I could love thee so, and yet have no interest in thee? where hast thou been thus long dead? Sr. look upon this man that turns our joys thus from you, your party is made strong by his discovery, he has brought such unexpected aid within himself.  Clean. 
My Lord, I am yet as in a new World, and know no more than if I now began to live, the most common things are wonders to me, you must excuse me therefore if I know not how to entertain such accidents as these, yet I can love, if you point me where I should, and being that I want art, and reason I'll lay on the more.  Clear. 
Sir as I; new friend, let me embrace you, but this alteration shall not give me leave to forget those former favours I am to serve you for, what I receive in your disguise, I shall be ever ready to pay unto yourself.  Ara. 
How it grieves me to see thy beauties thus blasted in thy youth, war hath been too rough a Mistress to thee, and set thy glories in too eminent a place: had Venus been i'th' Camp she would have covered thee with Mars's Shield, although the god himself had wanted it, I can remember when the loveliest face compared with thine, could not have taken from thee, when in the brightest ring of beauty thou appearest but well set, and hadst thou been attired like one of them thou might'st have won the Prize of Fairness from a Court of Ladies.  Pall. 
My Lord, they are well lost, both those which were the causers of it, shall receive wounds as Deep though not so disfiguring, and afford their blood to wash the scars they have made.  Ara. 
They shall, and we will help to bathe thee. 'Tis time that we broke up, our longer stay my prove dangerous, Phronimus and Euril. you must post this night to your command, your Majesty must bear them company, and now without more delay show yourselves, we will be ready here upon the first news, my Lord, your Navy will require a Strict watch and guard on the first motion that will be attempted.  Clea. 
Haimantus you shall presently away, and take the whole charge upon yourself.  Ara. 
Pray do so my Lord, all we have to do is to mingle ourselves in the Court again, when these troubles are once over a perpetual ease will follow.  Clean. 
My Lord, I never enjoyed safety like these dangers.  Exeunt Om. Enter Timeus. 
My Lord,  
Now to leave suspicions, I can write certain news of the conspiracy we have a long time feared, the swarms are now flown out, the Hives are grown too narrow for their numbers, and they keep their murmurings abroad, every petty Inmate upon his Country grievance dares threaten a State-revenge, and what the Law takes from him, will repay with ruin. Aratus, Phronimus, Eurildchus the three great diseases—  Tim. 
But not incurable. I know which way  
To handle them: there must be some sudden  
Remedy applied, that will work strongly;  
This night I'll send it. Be absent all ye  
Lazy medicines that the Law doth bring,  
Ye are more treacherous than the villain  
You examine, and where there was none, give  
Time for to act mischief: the summons are  
The traitor's watchword, and drive him to take  
That opportunity, which otherwise  
His fears would have let slip; myself will be  
The accuser and the Judge; when public  
Means are dangerous, each Prince hath the Courts  
Of Justice in his breast.  Enter Pallantus. 
What fiend is this that causes such antipathy within me? the midnight ghost take not shapes so horrid. I have not slept since first he crossed me.  Pall. 
we are both alone, the Gods have given this time for my revenge.  Tim. 
What does he mutter to himself?  Pall. 
I'll not lose this opportunity.  When Pallantus thinks to draw, Tim. calls 2. of his guard, which makes him forbear. Tim. 
Coracinus, Argestes?  Enter Argestes, Coracinus. Tim. 
Kill that Dog.  Co. 
My Lord?  Tim. 
Kill that Dog. cowardly They assault Pall. and have the worst on't. Tim. draws, and they make him retire. villains, it were a mercy to leave You to the worrying. exeunt.  Voices are heard within, Treason, Treason, save the Prince, Treason. Timeus, Coracinus, Argestes, return bloody, and others. Tim. 
He was a Devil, the power of hell was in his arm, Night threw her shades about him to defend him: he could not have scaped unless he had vanished. Is he o'ertaken yet.  Enter a Servant. Ser. 
No my Lord, but 'tis impossible he should pass the Court, sure he has taken covert in lodgings thereabout.  Tim. 
Let there be search made, and give command that when he appears again, he that first meets him without more delay do kill him. Promise a reward for him that brings his head.  Enter Clearchus and Aratus with their swords drawn. Clea. 
How do you, my Lord?  Tim. 
Well.  Ara. 
Is your Grace hurt?  Tim. 
And may be again, if I look not warily, would your Lordship's sword were sheathed.  Ara. 
Sir, it was drawn in your defence, and if you are jealous, you wrong it, and a ready hand to do you service.  Clea. 
Sir, is not the Traitor known that did it?  Tim. 
No doubt he is.  Clea. 
My Lord, you speak very doubtful. I hope you do not think but I am sorry for the accident.  Time. 
I know not what to think, your disposition is as great a stranger to me as yourself.  Clea. 
I see my Lord, you know to bestow injuries, though no courtesies, to a stranger.  Tim. 
Injuries are deserving to an intruding guest.  Clea. 
You are unworthy—  Timeus offers to draw, and they hold him. 
And though I am encompassed with all the dangers I may justly fear from so barbarous a place, which dares do any thing it lusts unto, without regard of laws or hospitality, I'd tell you so, and were you from the Dunghill that you stalk on (it is no better) I'd pull down that unmannered pride within you.  Tim. 
Let me go, nothing shall privilege him to talk thus.  Clea. 
They hold you in your safety, nor is the distance 'twixt your life and death longer than this space that parts us. If you dare, o'ertake me, I'll stay you out a day's sail at Sea. I challenge you to a princely combat, where come with all your Power, that I may destroy so many bruit beasts from of the earth. Exit. Clearchus'  Time. 
Shall I be tied while I am baited? I'll send those that shall o'ertake you, and cut you off before your shipping yet. Coracinus haste unto the City presently, and in my father's name command them to raise all speedy Power to stop the Prince, bid them fire his ships in the Haven.  Ara. 
O my Lord, consider a little more before you lay a scandal on the Kingdom, which future ages cannot wipe off, no story can parallel such a fact; your grace moved him much and gave him cause of choler.  Tim. 
Does he help your Lordship with ships, that thus you plead his cause? shall I be tutored by a Traitor?  Ara. 
Sir, you are happy if you can find a Tutor, when you thus much need one, and for your other language, if I understood it I'd give you an answer, in the mean time it must return upon you.  Enter the King, Polyander, Menetius, Comastes, and attendants. Time. 
Well Sir, I shall find other ways than words to answer you.  King. 
How now Timeus, what bloody?  Time. 
No more than you see Sir, the sword rather left it on me then drew it out.  King. 
Who is the traitor that durst attempt such outrage?  Tim. 
hehas scaped unknown.  King. 
Unknown? that cannot be, when he has passed thus far in the court some must take notice of him. Can you describe him?  Time. 
He was habited like a Soldier, but his looks had more of Devil than of man.  King. 
Upon my life I saw him: but 'tis some two days since, he must be known in all this time, inquire who brought in any such man, or was seen with him.  Com. 
This can be nobody but my Hobgoblin. An't please your grace, was he not in a buff Coat, and his face all to be dabbled with patches?  Tim. 
Yes he was so.  Com. 
Then do I know him, he belongs to my Lord Aratus there, nobody durst speak to him but he, he showed his teeth at everybody else, he had like to have bit me once.  King. 
Aratus do you hear? they say he that committed this outrage belongs to you.  Ara. 
To me Sir? he wrongs me that thinks so, I maintain none that dare commit such insolence.  Poli. 
My Lord, I saw him with you.  Ara. 
Who? pray make me know the man.  Poly. 
A black stern Soldier that followed you.  Ara. 
I fear I understand you now, there is such a one does follow me, but I never discovered any disloyal spirit in him; his outside, 'tis true, was as you describe, not moulded after the common frame of men, but threatened more than any I have seen; yet 'twas but his outside that threatened so, within he was gentle, all a Courtier, to be wound and turned by the smallest courtesy. I must confess, if he were injured, than he was proud, and Lordly storms rose within his looks, and thunder was in his voice.  King. 
And you knowing this, how durst you turn such a wild beast lose into the Court, whom had I met and chanced to have angered my fortune had been the same. Lay hands upon him, you shall find that such a Spirit lodges in my breast too, and when 'tis stirred will raise Tempests as great; we shall find other matters to examine you of. Through this seeming neglect we do put on, we can observe all your actions, and with a half and sleeping eye see into your darkest plots.  The King turns to go away. Ara. 
Then the Gods send their aid or all is lost, yet Sir hear me speak, the jealousies you have on me, I shall not be able to clear, but will leave them to the trial of my innocence and your favour: Yet Sir, to show you in this last accident how much I am guiltless, I will relate unto you how first I met the actor of it. 'twas on that day I was employed on an honourable message from your Majesty, to the Stranger Prince, on the shore I found him having lately scaped a Shipwreck, and as great a danger on the Land, for he was assaulted by two Villains that were in the same voyage with him, but the cause of their hate himself he could not tell, he had no acquaintance with them but in the Ship, but as he had before the waves, so in this Tempest too (as I may call it) he bore himself above and left them both as calm as death upon the shore, In the instant when he was yet hot in his anger and, their blood we came upon him—  Tim. 
Pray Sir, let me speak to you, there is a wonder discovered to me by his relation, and under this Monster he hath spoke of a greater doth lie hid, one that you would rather have in Chains, than all the list of Traitors I have named, Sir commit the uncasing him to me, and suffer me to free Aratus, let it suffice I am an eye upon him, and the rest, and will suddenly by their destruction, destroy their Plot.  King. 
Take your way, I'll leave him to you.  Exeunt King, Poliander, Comastes, &c. Tim. 
My Lord, with the persuasion of your innocence, I have procured your freedom of my father, and do desire in requital of this kindness (if it be such) to let me see the face of this my enemy once more: if your acquaintance as appears by your words, be not too late to know his abode, My Lord, I shall receive him otherwise than you expect, the relation you have made of him, and what myself was witness on, hath turned my hate into admiration, and if I can move his Love, as I have done his anger: I shall be happy in his valour. 'Tis no strange thing that the valour of enemies have made them friends, and that wonder have been the first seal of Love. I do consider how much I injured him, and that on such occasion, he could not have done least, at first sight I called him dog, and without more circumstance commanded for to kill him.  Ara. 
Now, Sir, I must kneel to you, you have the mercy of a Prince; he shall submit for his offence, or suffer for it, and if you find not that noble spirit in him, I have told you of in the most dangerous business you shall implory him. Let him be punished for this his ill placed valour.  Time. 
My Lord, I'll take no other surety but your word, ever engage me thus. Exit Timeus.  Ara. 
But my Lord, though I can answer, I cannot give credit to your smooth tongue, this last accident had like to have broke all, and had there not been help above, there had been none beneath. I must be no more so venturous, our Conspiracy begins to be discovered, and that we are suspected is the least fear, we must not longer defer our breaking out; there is no safety now but in a public danger. Exit.  Enter Tymeus, Hianthe. Timeus, 
I am come to tell you, the infection.  
That caused this your retirement, is now  
Vanished, and abroad you may easily bless  
Us with your beauties. It shames me to say this  
I can pronounce, you may do something that  
May command all.  
I ever as a servant did approach  
You, but now as an offender, as one  
That is guilty of a sin of so high  
A nature as this your sadness is. Can  
I do less than condemn myself that would  
Have killed the man that would have done it? yet  
I hope this my action hath not made me  
Appear, to throw of that honourable name  
As servant to you, 'tis a title I am most  
Ambitious of, and never did  
Engage myself a more humble one  
Then by my last command. Before I was  
A votary to your beauty, now to  
Your goodness, there is no earthly thing I  
So much reverence (if I may call that  
Earthy that's so divine) I bend but at  
Two places the Altar, and your virtues.  Enter Melissa. Hi. 
My Lord, though your compliment be such, as to esteem this my retirement for your sake so great a favour. I must not so account it, nor think I have laid so deep engagements on you, in granting that I voluntary, & unasked perform: your respects may claim greater services, and your last words had been requital to a Stranger.  Hianthe turns to Melissa, and Timeus goes aside. Mell. 
there's a Gentleman desires access unto your grace, from Prince Clearchus, and my Lord Aratus.  Hian. 
Prithee go stay him within, as soon as this troubles o'er, I will come to him. Sure 'tis to warn me of their breaking out.  
The time of their great birth is now complete.  
The hours are finished. O let it not yow  
Which look down, which favourably look down  
Upon this Isle, want your power which first  
Did strengthen it, let the same hands that hid  
Disclose it too, shame not at so glorious  
An offspring, when it is heavenly, and doth  
Confess the father, when none but gods dare  
Call it their's, nor without blasphemy can  
Own it, you were kind fathers at the first,  
Show yourself still so, and breed the child you  
Have gotten, where humane strength shall fail, there  
Hold it up, and make that want the Strongest,  
Yet when I look this way it doth distract  
My prayers, and makes me wish a conquest  
Without destruction of the enemy.  
O 'tis pity that so much nobleness  
Should fall to earth, although no love, I can  
Afford him tears.  Enter the King, Comastes, Menetius, and attendants. King. 
Why, well said Timeus, now I like thee, here thy ears and services are bent the right way would I could see thee once look pale in these, but thou art so worldly that thou appearest still as if thou were't not in it. Can a young man when he may have leave to breathe in such a Paradise as this, draw a common air, an air of the people? Madam, I don't think but you find him a rude servant, one that pays his courtship as a business, and not as a delight, that has one eye upon the door to be gone, when the other's fixed on you.  Hian. 
My Lord, I was never witness of any other's courtship and therefore can compare it only with what I can imagine: and 'tis above my highest fantasy.  King. 
Why dost thou not answer? I am ashamed to see thee, O my conscience at these years, I could on't woo thee myself; I think we had best change business, neither will go forward else, I'll court for thee, and thou shall rule for me: thou'lt never get a wife without the help of a commission.  Tim. 
Though nothing is more just than a Noble  
Love, yet nothing ought to be more secret,  
None are to be admitted to the rights  
Of it, but the god, and the two parties,  
Sir, you are not acquainted with the laws,  
Of a diviner love, that may imagine  
The progress of it a tedious Pilgrimage,  
And that they languish which do live in hope  
The means is more delightful than the end,  
Then is the bloom and spring of joy when it  
Is green: as it grows riper, the blossom  
Falls and turns to profit, the perfection  
Is the first decay of love, there is a  
Marriage of the Soul, precedes the other  
In time, and excellence, and is performed  
By a Hymen of a more extracted  
Deity, whose Torch is purer than the  
Element of Fire, these are laws unknown  
To your unfashioned Cupid, who perhaps  
May wound a breast among those ruder Souls,  
Who think they ought to exchange heart for heart,  
And love only in requital, but here  
A nobleness must tip the Shaft as well  
As goodness, or else it peirces but to pity.  King. 
Ha, ha, ha, sayst thou so? thou'rt killed in a Philosophy, I thought thou hadst never dreamt of, I am loath to put it out of thee with other thoughts: but I think this business I am to tell thee of will confirm thee more: and remove all thy jealousies. The suspicion thou hadst of a Treason was not in vain, since it hath broken out, but 'tis already cured, the two chief of them are taken in their passage as they went to raise commotions. And I have commanded that they be set so as they may have a full view of that earth they were so ambitious of, and then to Strangle them at that height.  Time. 
Were there but two, Sir, flatter not yourself, had they been thousands they had yet left more behind, you account that a victory which they scorn to account a loss, and think you are safe when they are not endangered. Is Aratus, Phronimus or Eurylochus among them?  King. 
Noah, nor suspected by any but yourself.  Enter Poliander. 
How now, what's the matter?  Poli. 
Sir, yonder are two fellows we have laid hold on, that call themselves messengers from Aratus to your Majesty. But they have behaved themselves so traitorously that we have used them accordingly, and clapped bolts upon 'em, till they shall be further determined of, what their business is, they will declare to none but to yourself, and they have spoke those things which they are sure would bring them thither. They answered when they were urged, they came to defy the King, and us, and if they are not mad, they are the most desperate villains I ere heard speak.  Time. 
These were the evils I was a Prophet of, I saw them when they were yet disguised.  King. 
Where are they?  Poli. 
They are under guard here in the Court, there's a messenger too from the Governor of the City, desires admittance to your Majesty, he says a broad are many signs of tumults.  Time. 
Sir, this is no time to delay, if we believe not yet, the next news will be brought us home by the Traitors themselves, you may perceive their Strength, and readiness in this, that they dare make such bold declarations and in the open day produce their black Plots. If we haste not to o'ertake them now; our greatest speed hereafter will not reach them.  King. 
Madam, we must entreat your pardon, that thus we have offended 'gainst your quiet, and made you the first witness of our Troubles, that ought to have known them last.  Hian. 
Sir, The trouble is too sad to be excused.  Exeunt Om. 

Whiles he that should be eye, and ear,  
Through sloth doth neither see nor hear,  
Behold like Thunder comes a Sound,  
Which doth at once amaze and wound:  
That dart sure hits what clouds did hide,  
And safely kills, cause descry.   

Chor. Where dangers urge, he that is slow,  
Takes from himself and adds to's foe.  
They're come beyond a whisper now,  
And boldly dare proclaim their vow,  
When the prey's sure, to show the snare,  
Begets not Council, but despair,  
Like Lightning it awakes the sense,  
Only to see, and grow blind thence.   

Chor. 'tis Love, not Faction, where the good  
Conspire to spill usurping Blood.    

Actus Quartus: Scaena I.  Enter Aratus and Pallantus, as in their Tent. Ara. 
OUr message you say, is returned again upon us.  Pall. 
In a manner, the same words, accompanied only with a few threats more.  Ara. 
we expected no other, yet it was fit to neglect no part that belongs to the justice of our cause, though it were but merely formal, we ought to claim the right we had, before we use the means to conquer it; the same circumstance is to be observed as well in the Court of war, as in the Courts of Law, no trial till the demand be passed.  Pall. 
There is but one of the messengers returned: the other for his stout demanding of the Crown lost his head, there his fellow reports he delivered those words you put into him, with such resolution, that he appeared not to denounce, but bring those evils on him. The Tyrant grew pale, and seemed to feel them in his threats, nor could he think himself safe encompassed with his friends and guard, till he had silenced that voice that so could wound him through all their swords.  Ara. 
Alas poor man, yet he fell nobly, his sword might have purchased him a higher name in war, but not in honour. In our days of triumph he shall not be forgotten, nor his glory though he perceive it not, be defend behind those that live.  Enter Clearchus to them. Clea. 
Do ye hear the news my Lord?  Ara. 
No, my Lord, what is't?  Clea. 
All's lost.  Ara. 
Bless us, my Lord, how?  Clea. 
Yet it may be but a rumor and scattered by the enemy, Phronimus and Eurylochus in their convoy with the young King are taken. The Camp is ready to mutiny on the report.  Ara. 
There cannot be such an evil, it is a sin to give credit to it. Pray, my Lord, relate some particulars of the report, was there any made mention of the king's age?  Clea. 
No, The rumour goes that two Lords were taken on the way by a Troop of horse of the adverse party, the young King being in his disguise, and not yet known, past undiscovered as one of their followers.  Ara. 
O 'tis most likely.  Pall. 
Where are all our great words now? those  
Mighty sounds that made a trembling in the air,  
And caused no less a deafness with their fall,  
Then if thunder, the voice of heaven were turned  
Articulate, and spoke the threats of Jove  
Unto the world? changed to as great a silence,  
Such when a Tempest ceases is the calm  
That follows, no noise is heard, as if the  
Wind with blasts were breath less grown, and the Seas  
Sat down, and after so much toil required ease.  
Not able for to lift that from a Rock,  
Whose Keel struck hell, and Mast the Clouds did knock,  
Why had we not bodies equal to our minds?  
That when we durst meet Perils, we might  
Bear them too, and not with a fading trunk  
Lose thoughts invincible: yet I will do  
Something, and where the gods have given a will  
We ought not in their service to sit still. Exit. Pallantus.  Clea. 
My Lord, raise yourself, the news may be false, and all the danger they are in may be by this your belief, give not yourself cause to mourn hereafter, that all perished on a mistake, if that this the worst of evils be befallen, it ought not to be the reason of your neglect, but greater care and vigilance.  Ara. 
My Lord, I thank you, and will take your advice; Pardon me that I was stupified at the greatest amazement that could befall, and appeared dead when that the life of all my action was taken from me; yet 'twas not a slumber I was lost in, but a confusion of various thoughts, not knowing which to choose, until you pointed me one out, we will do something presently, and not give them leave to put their black intents in practice. hark.  A mutinous noise is heard. Clea. 
The Soldiers are in a mutiny.  As they are going out, Demophilus enters to them, and delivers Aratus a letter. Ara. 
Demophilus, what news?  Aratus snatches the Letter greedily from him, and in reading shows signs of joy. Clea. 
What news, my Lord?  Ara. 
Such as is not to be named without a Sacrifice. O see, my Lord, though we have lost, we are not yet undone; there's a Relapse, but not a total ruin of our fortunes; the King, Phronimus, and Eurylochus are all safe, and never were in danger, this night they will be here with their full power, the occasion of the mistake is now plain.  Clear. 
Till this fell out we had no sense of the happiness we were in. Pray my Lord, what are they which are taken?  Ara. 
Two that stood strongly for our party, more besides their names here, and that they were virtuous I am not to instruct you, you may perceive they which have no such cause of joy as we have, do lament them much: we shall have a time too to mourn their deaths, then, when we have leave to laugh at theirs which slew them, in the mean time fare'em well; such a leave, were I in their misfortune, I would have expected, they have only outstripped us in the payment of a debt we all owe unto our Master, ours is due, though not yet called for. And how fares the young King?  Demo. 
As one the gods take care on, his words and looks have gained many unto his party, and put courage in all the rest.  Ara. 
And we'll make use of it while it is yet hot, after this night's rest they shall give battle to the enemy, hark the Mutiny increases let us away, lest we lose all here,  A greater noise of Mutiny is heard. Exeunt omnes. Enter the King, and Timeus. Tim. 
Sir, though there are troubles in your affairs  
Let none be in your countenance: your eyes  
Should like those blessed twin fires upon the Ship  
Display a vigorous flame. A light of joy,  
And comfort round about, that they which toil  
In the rage and fury of this tempest  
May from thence foresee a calm, and nourish  
Hopes of safety. Thus you wrong your Kingdom  
Destroying it yourself cause others would.  
The people groan just as you groan, their Pulses  
Have the same motion, and their hearts do beat  
Both hope or fear, according as yours doth  
Either dilate or else contract it else.  
All omen comes from you, your Passion is not,  
A single sadness, 'tis your Subjects too.  
When you confess a fear, who dares behold?  
They do account it a disloyalty to have a  
Thought that shall run cross to yours.  
Your mirth were now discretion, and a face  
Cheerful as at a Feast, were policy,  
'Twould be one kind of succour.  King. 
Why Timeus, I thank thee, but these joys come  
From above, are not to be taken  
When we please, no man can resolve he will  
Be happy, yet I will struggle with my  
Thoughts, and endeavour to force that quiet  
They have taken from me. But let not this thing  
Discomfort you, 'tis but a course of humours  
Perhaps a little Physic will remove it.  Time. 
Now Sir, you put a new life into me,  
And I dare say we shall be victorious,  
Nay, we will, no power doth stand against us,  
Now that is favourable which attends upon  
Your person, to whose protection I will leave you,  
And go see how the Camp fares.  
Shall I bear any of your commands thither?  King. 
Only my love, the care of all things else do thou take upon thee, and tomorrow, if this fit leave me, before the battle I'll visit you. Exit. Timcus.  
How every thing is irksome to me: clouds  
And darkness are before mine eyes, all things  
Dissenting one from the other yet conspire  
In this, that they present death to my view,  
I have that idle comfort only, that  
He that despairs of all, aught to fear nothing  
When things cannot grow worse, all fortune then  
Is on his side that suffers. But my injustice  
Strengthened with murder, doth forbid success,  
A Kingdom got by blood, is built upon  
A slippery foundation. I have been  
Nourished in peace thus long, that being grown  
Specious and great, I may at last fall down  
A Sacrifice worth slaughter. Thoughts urge thoughts,  
Suspicion gets suspicion, Danger, danger;  
I have not that small settledness of mind,  
As to think one thing twice: were I but innocent,  
I would provoke misfortune, call for Fate  
With as undaunted courage as the Lord  
And ruler of it doth—  An uproar is heard at the door, and Pallantus enters and wounds the King, and the Guard follow on him. King. 
Stay.  
What a nothing 'tis that I have thus much feared  
And laboured to escape, when 'twas my good:  
Childishly dreading every thought of cure,  
Then most offended when my health was near?  
How well I'm after this little wound?  
Quiet of mind and peace of Conscience,  
Those blessed companions do possess me now,  
I see nothing but blood can appease blood  
In sacrifice, that to the guilty there's  
No ease like death, no mercy like the cross.  
Oh, oh. The King makes signs of weakness, and the guard make an offer to kill Pallantus.  
Hold in your rage, have you not already  
Acted mischiefs enough by my command.  
But thus you seek to pull more upon ye?  
Ye are deceived, though I have been hitherto  
A Tyrant, now I am merciful, and can  
Command things that are just and innocent.  The King shows greater signs of weakness and the guard make another offer. Guard. 
He faints the villain must not live.  King. 
I command you hold, my power is yet good  
You are the villains, the first causers of  
This my misery, and you should lay hands  
Upon yourselves; how ridiculous is this  
Your rage? suppose I should give way to  
Your desires, what were you the safer,  
Or I the better? you would have one foe  
The less, and I one sin more that am already  
Loaden. Does not this judgement affright you  
Rather? I am not only guilty, your  
Hands were dipped in the same blood and performed  
Such things I often durst but wish: that you  
Were commanded will not excuse you, your  
Loyalty to me was but at best a  
Broken faith unto another; and when  
You observed it most, you were most perjured.  
What can you expect? you see when that I  
Was guarded by an host, needed not fear  
What the power of earth, or men could do  
Unto me, one man (as I may say) one  
Handful of that earth broke through them all, and  
With a single arm forced what a million  
Could not keep, and when there was no means left,  
Yet there was a miracle to conquer me.  The guard let fall their swords. 
To you I turn now, no more my ternor,  
In return of this favour you have found,  
Show the like to these, and others, that shall  
Be guilty of that name, as friends to me,  
Though you are nothing yet, this deed  
Will make you powerful and you that have given them all  
May demand so small a share: now you have been  
So much my enemy change something  
To a friend. How vainly I take care for  
Lesser things neglecting my greatest charge.  
O my Timeus! my poor Eudora!  here he's troubled again. 
Leave me not yet, my soul, thou canst not mount  
Until the load be taken from thy wing,  
Thou couldst inhabit here when it was Hell,  
Now it is Paradise,— O stay— and dwell—  Dies, the guard run and bear up his body. Pall. 
Though the fall be great it cannot shake me  
When I know 'tis just. The malefactor's  
Penitence, takes not the justice of his  
Doom a way, though he be changed that remains  
Unstained, he may die with pity, but not  
With innocence. They mind me not I'll endeavour  
To escape while they are thus stupefied with grief,  
I will not trust their obedience to a dead command. Exit.  Cap. 
Leave your sad embraces,  
They'll bring no comfort to you, though you persisted in them till you were such as thus you hold. Death, like a coy mistress, makes no return of love for all that is bestowed, you may waste yourselves but not your sorrows here. This ground will afford a perpetual supply of moisture; which your eyes, like two Suns, may draw up and pour down for ever.  
Let's to the Prince, and to him  
Offer up our lives and griefs together,  
Th' one's the only medicine for the other.  1 Guard. 
The traitor's scaped.  2 Guard. 
We were too soft to obey a dying speech.  Cap. 
His 'scape's as Strange as was his entrance  
We had power to hinder neither. Exeunt. Om.  Enter Tymeus, and sees his father slain. Timeus. 
Give me a power mighty as my rage,  
That my revenge may reach unto the Clouds  
And unthrone those gods that joined hands with men  
To commit so black a deed: it were but  
Justice they should lose their deity that  
So would throw it off. O my father! did  
I unload thy shoulders of the Kingdom  
That thou might fall under a less weight,  
And bereft thee of all thy jealousies, to  
Ruin thee with more assurance only?  
Where are all those flattering tongues that when  
There was no need would in a compliment  
Hourly suffer for thee? not one to die  
In thy defence, or by his fall to make  
Thine more decent? how dismal is this place?  
The graves where death inhabits are not so  
Dreadful. I'll fly thee though I run amongst  
The thickest of my foes, they can present  
No dangers like this loneness the cries, the  
Sword, the Trumpet in the battle strike not  
So deep amazement, what ho, Clitus  
Charisius, Erastus, Amanthes, Not one voice?  He goes out in Search, and returns again. 
I walk like Aeneas among the shades.  
All is hell about me: I see nothing  
But what my Fantasy frames in horrid shapes,  
O the vain fears of guilty men! all are  
Unreasonable, but yours ridiculous,  
When you have contemned the greatest powers  
On earth, threatening with strength, and hatred,  
You tremble at a ghost, a thing less than is  
A man, and when the substance could not, the  
Shadow frights you. There is no way but this  
To set me above my fears, when I am  
Less I shall be equal to them—  Enter the Captain of the guard, and two more. Cap. 
O hold my Lord, offer not up yourself  
A sacrifice when there are so many  
That gladly would relieve you with their lives;  
Let that thought prevail with you, hat you ought  
To live for them, that so willingly would  
Die for you, y'are the prop of thousands, and  
If you fall, you sink a Kingdom with you.  
Take the Sword by the other end, and so  
Holding it, seek to appease this Sacred  
Ghost: such a will exceeds this performance  
If you can't confirm the Crown, yet confirm  
Your memory by the loss of it. This  
Object makes your grief a burden to your  
Honour. Lean on me my Lord, I'll bear you  
To the Camp. Exeunt Om.  Enter Poliander. Menetius, Comastes a Captain, and others as in their Tent. A shout is heard from among the enemies. Poli. 
What shout is that among the enemies?  Cap. 
'tis the acclamation of the Camp, at the receiving of their fellows, this night they expected their other forces, and it seems they are now arrived.  Poli. 
I am glad on't, I hope we shall have command to try the fortune of the Field tomorrow, would the whole knot of them were there, that we might make quick work; and like Alexander, untie it with a blow.  Com. 
ay, and a wall round about 'em to keep them to the slaughter, that we may not be troubled to kill a thousand in a thousand places: I don't like this pursuing 'tis the greatest evil next to the being pursued, the wine near tastes well when 'tis so jumbled. Give me a Standing Camp that flourishes like a peaceful City, and wants no necessaries, here stand your Engines, there your beef, on this hand a Palesado defends you, on the other, a Baracado of pork-tubs impregnable, before a Ditch is cut of some two hundred paces, and the soldier's tippling in't, behind a Coop runs out of the same length, & the Poultry tippling in their Trenches, whose body are too delicate and tender for bare travel, here a man may even among the Tents forget to be a Soldier.  All. 
Ha, ha, ha,  Pol. 
O, my conscience Comastes thou art weary o'th' Camp already.  Com. 
Yes, faith as yourselves are, if you'd confess the truth.  Poli. 
Why, methinks there is no pleasure to be compared with it, every man hath his delights here as if he took his leave on 'em: and if he chance to return at night, like friends which parted in the morn two dangerous and hopeless ways of ever seeing, they meet with a multiplied and unexpected joy, these very wounds are pleasures, and Elysium comes faster on them then their deaths.  Com. 
When honour is the prize, and wronged Justice  
The cause that thrusts them on, they throw of one  
That they may get a better life, a life  
Of fame, which is eternal even on earth,  
That they enjoyed before was fading  
Sustained only by the infirmities  
Of one weak body; now 'tis supported  
By the memories of all, the charge of it  
Is committed unto a world of men,  
Nor is't extinguished before the fame o'th'  
Whole universe, none are so surviving  
As the Sons of glorious War. Jove gave  
Life to Hercules, and Theseus; but Mars  
Eternity, they breathed from one, but gained  
Heaven by the other, these were the great thoughts  
Which when I was yet young, and not able  
To embrace them, did dwell in me: they did  
Suggest unto my soul, that I ought to raise, my hand  
Against the gods, if they slept.  
At perjury and favoured injustice.  Poli. 
Holloe. what ail'st thou?  Mene. 
What meanst thou Comastes?  Com. 
To show you how easy a thing it is, to talk like a Soldier, and be as brave a fellow as either of you.  All. 
Ha, ha, ha,.  Mene. 
Thou wouldst make an excellent runaway Soldier, such a speech on the highway were greater violence than bidding stand a long staff, would not get an alms so soon.  Poly. 
What wilt thou say now Comastes to a jovial round or two beyond the Court healths, those at the Kings own Table?  Comast. 
I think I shall say more than you at this, as well as in the other.  Poly. 
Captain prithee command 'em to bring some wine in, Come let us sit in the mean time, and take away these fearful things from Comastes. he bids them remove the Armour off the Table.  Com. 
And why from me, me I pray?  Poly. 
Why they'll fright thy mirth away, look, it gapes upon thee, but won't bite.  Com. 
No more than your Lordship's sword. Is this the terrible thing? I know not what it may do in a dark night with a candle in't, but in the day, and your Lordship looking through it, I shall never turn my back unless it be to laugh. Pray God the enemy think of no such stratagem with a pitcher in the progeneral-ship, it may be as much as the king's Army lies on.  Poly. 
Ha, ha.  Mene. 
Take this away too, is not this a devil's hand Comastes?  Coma. 
Yes, There's a couple, pray remove 'em both, and his wit that is so devilish, that we may fall a little to our business.  Enter with wine. 
if we must, let's to it stoutly, and like Soldiers, what say ye? shall we drink a battle? the trial of to morrows victory, I'll take the king's part against you all. I am the strongest, and when I have o'ercome, I'll send him word of the good omen, 'tis worth a thousand of your paltry birds, and ox entrails, 'tis a piece of service will gain the favour from you all.  Poly. 
Come, we'll undertake you begin, that honour belongs to your side. one brings Comastes a cup.  Com. 
Here's— how now, what's this? what does such a boy do in the war? disrule him, I scorn to be Captain of such a youngster.  Poly. 
O whilst you live, begin with your light Armature, the Legionaries follow.  Com. 
Is that the trick on't? Here then for the King I throw the first reed, this boy can manage no greater weapon.  He drinks, and they all pledge him. Com. 
I marry, there stands a rank of lusty fellows, a man may rely upon such valours, their very looks will o'ercome common stomachs. I long to see them buckle to it, this is too much sport.  Poly. 
Reach them down then.  They fill a great Goblet to Comastes. Com. 
Give it me, and found an assault? Pallas and victory for the King— why I, this was a tall fellow. I done't think but Alexander had always a Guard of such attending on his Person; He have a dozen of them, and call them my twelve Labours.  He perceives Menetius hard set. 
O for a shout, a little noise would gain the conquest.  Mene. 
In good time, but not so easily.  Poly. 
You do but dream a victory yet.  Com. 
No? help me then old Soldier.  He drinks, and shows signs of faltering. Men. 
Hold up Comastes for the greatness of your cause, hold up, you show signs of fainting, how now?  Com. 
Hah, go thy ways, ne'er a Goblet the King has ere got the honour to struggle so long with me.  Poly. 
I fear we must lose in loyalty, you'll ne'er o'ercome else.  Com. 
I warrant you, I retired but to an ambush. But who keeps the door all this while? Say the enemies should come and cut all our throats. I can tell you I have read such pretty stories.  Poly. 
How now Comastes, what words are these? does Wine breed fears in you?  Com. 
A pox on this War 'twill be my undoing, I shall come out with some such roguish question or other at the king's Table and have my bones broken by the Guard.  Mene 
The Wine works not at all, Comastes you begin not fast enough.  Com. 
Fill another— So now bring me the Armour again  Poli. 
What will you do with it?  Com. 
Bring it again I say, I'll put mirth into you all, pray let him help me that has nothing to do.  One fetches it, and he arms himself with some of it. Men. 
Here will you take this?  Com. 
Noah I shall have no need of that.  Mene. 
O I had forgot, thy Face is always armed enough.  Com. 
Well Sir, when I return I'll pay you that.  As Comastes goes out, and they all sit in expectation what he will do, one that was present at the king's death enters. Guard 
O the King's killed!  All. 
The King! They all start up, and draw their Swords.  Poli. 
Thou look'st distractedly, speak it again.  Guard. 
he's slain, myself was present at his fall.  Poli. 
By what accursed hand?  Guard. 
That devil that wounded the Prince, hath murdered him, he was before his terror, and was now his death.  Poli. 
O the heavy hand of Justice. Is the Prince safe?  Guard. 
Slain too, if report be true, but by what hand I know not, he left the King just before his fall to come hither, and being that he is not here, we have much cause to fear the worst.  Enter Six Soldiers. 1 Sol. 
Fear not now, you have passed the greatest danger, when we have made an end of these there's none left to punish us, the King and Prince are killed, and those which remain, we do the business for, and will reward us richly according to the service, and their great promises. We have no other way to gain aught by this alteration, our pardons all that we can hope for, if we still, let us on presently lest some others do prevent us, follow me, I'll give the first blow.  They walk up to the Captains, and when they look upon 'em, it dashes their resolution. Poli. 
How now? what gaze you at? know you where you are? does your feet lead you without the council of your head? get you to your quarter or I'll stretch you up in't.  The Soldiers retire, and go out. 
These Villains dare do any thing, Captain follow 'em and see 'em punished. Exit Captain.  
What shall we do? here we stand like so many trunks of men, headless, and liveless, none to obey, nor able to command, there is no way can present us safety, but this we are now in is the most unworthy danger: So beasts when they have been fed unto the slaughter, submit unto it, let us not stand still, but resolve to turn our Swords upon our enemies, or bend them against our own breasts; either ways a victory, and will bring us happiness and glory.  Mene. 
I am for the last, it is the safest way, and in our griefs the noblest.  Enter the Captain. Cap. 
Sir, These fellows came to kill us, one of the weakest on 'em, when he saw himself laid hold on for his other fault, suspecting he was discovered out of mere guiltiness confessed, that unwillingly he was brought into the plot, by the persuasion of his fellows, who in hope of preferment from the enemy had decreed on all our deaths, he says too that himself, and many more were attempted by some of the adverse party with promises, and threats to lay down their Arms, and that the Camp is full of such commotors.  Poli. 
This then will confirm our former resolutions, come let us number up ourselves, and if we are equal each man set his sword against his fellow's breast, and with a friendly wound (in spite of Fate or Fortune, being ourselves Lords of a greater power) give happiness to either. Then these wild Beasts will deplore the loss of that they so endeavour to throw away, and leap like headless bodies into flames, and ruin.  As they think to kill themselves, Timeus enters to them; they run, and kneel to him. Poli. 
O! my Lord, let us embrace you with such a love, as dead, and revived friends would express to either, to us you were dead, and are alive again. And have bestowed this life we now enjoy, we must not owe it to another Parent. So is the Judge a Father to the guilty, your sentence was passed upon us, and the hand held up to put it into practice, when you, as if from heaven you had fallen, set all right that was in such confusion, what trifles will the greatest dangers appear to us.  Tim. 
Rise, you have no less quickened me, that was as nigh my end as you yourselves were, but now I live, and again can think of life and vengeance to our enemies, which presently we'll put in practice, and seeing that our spirits are redoubled, our losses shall no longer fright us.  Poli. 
'tis time Sir, you showed yourself unto the Army, there you are dead still, and their faith on the belief little better, but your presence, will enliven it again, and make them fight on hatred of their former fault, and shame of their present desperation.  Timeus. 
Let us away.  Enter Cleander the young King, Aratus Eurylochus, and others. Ara. 
Never did Justice appear so eminent this was a deed, as if her own hand had wrought it, who can complain the want of providence, or say the guilty, and the innocent make one heap, when this is told. A Tyrant in the height of all his glory guarded with friends, and cruelty what either power or violence could make him safe with, by a mortal hand Strengthened with Justice, was snatched from the midst of all, the lightning melts not the enclosed gold with half that wonder: leaving that's more combustible, nor doth the plague in a multitude of men make a choice so curious.  King. 
Where is the great worker, of it?  Ara. 
Again departed to perform greater things, If be possible, I did prophesy, though not the nature of them, that he could act us wonders, we'll strive to second his first blow, and now the gods and he have done, play our parts. I could almost give him divine honours, and say when he is in the Camp, there is no need of any other power, Soldiers are but charge, and troubles only.  Euri. 
'tis time, that my troops were gone, that we may reach the place of ambush, ere the break of day.  Ara. 
'tis true you shall presently away, Phronimus is already gone with his Forces to stop the passage between the enemy, and the City, we in front will stand against them, so that in the morning when they rise it shall appear to them as if they were inhabited with foes, not being able to turn away they shall not lose their sight in our large number.  Enter Clearchus to them. Clea. 
Some of those which were sent to corrupt the enemies are returned, and say their words were hearkened to, beyond their expectation: and if a present assault were given, there were no doubt of victory, all is in such a tumult.  Ara. 
Such evils increase by delay, we'll let 'em grow until the morning, and then our sight will gain the conquest; if it be possible we'll order't so, that we may rather show 'em war than bring it on them, though they are given into our hands we ought not to show our mercy, and not our power.  Exeunt omnes Enter Eudora, Rodia, and Ladies, frighted in by tumult. Ladies. 
Oh, O!  Rodia. 
Madam they break in upon us.  Eudo. 
O my father! when thou art slain I cannot fear what after does befall me, the same that was their cruelty to thee, will to me be pity. within— Pallantus is heard without, spare no opposition, break the gates, add fire unto your force. A noise is heard as if the gates were broken, and Pallantus, a Captain, and Soldiers, rush in with their swords drawn, and seize upon the Ladies, they give a shriek, and—  Pall. 
Hold, I command you hold, he that takes a life shall pay one back again. The Soldiers free the Ladies .My rage hath blindly led me on to violate a place, no less sacred than the Temples and rudely, ere I looked about, hath thrust me on the Deity. Like those which being led to see some glorious thing, eager, and longing, ask still as they pass, which is the sight, and how near, until they are engaged within its splendour, which opening suddenly upon them, makes them retire as fast again with reverence.  Eudo. 
What stays thee monster, and makes thee pant thus o'er the prey? here I stand ready and do invite thy fury, come and save my hand a labour, if thou art surfeited I'll whet thy thine appetite. Thou art a Murderer, a villain, These name thee not, nor drawn in the same Table would express thee, such offenders the Magistrates can punish, They are but diseases of the State, thou the death, the Law comprehends them within her virge, thy giant faults do so much o'ertop her, that justice cannot reach thee. And if there were no gods thou then wert innocent, and wouldst stand safe because thou art so wicked. Thou hast killed thy King; O no, thou hadst no share in him, he was a King of men, thou a beast, the bloodiest in the Forest, yet he was they Sovereign too, the herds were under him, and the wildest knew no other Lord.  Pall. 
My revenge how false thy beauty was?  Eudo. 
How monstrous thou appearest, thou representst unto me all ill I ever heard of.  Pall. 
And thou all that ever I heard of good.  Eudo. 
Thou movest like so many living mischiefs, had the Priests beheld thee, they might have divined all these future evils so exactly in thy feature, that what they told would rather seem a Story than a Prophecy, and saved us from thee. Nature was never guilty of such a Work, some hellish power hath given the birth, and Spirit, and sent thee on earth to destroy all that's fair and holy.  Cap. 
Sir, raise yourself, can you endure such words as these? soldiers on, and make them feel those evils she hath uttered.  Pall. 
Hold villains dare you make an offer to such a deed, and not in that thought expect a bolt upon your breasts? he that heaves his hand shall know I have that thunder here. Thou worse than she hath named, unhallowed Traitor, canst thou command such Sacrilege? if that thy faults were told thee from above, thou'dst blaspheme the voice that spoke to thee. If shalt dare to speak such things as these, I'll make thy soul pass faster than thy words, think not to wrong me with a seeming show. I'll not take your bitterness, though gilded in the name of friendship, withdraw and show your love this way.  Cap. 
Sir, will you stay? there may be treachery in the place.  Pall. 
Still you injure me with your kindness.  Exeunt Captain and Soldiers Eudo. 
What next intendest thou? what masterpiece of wickedness wilt thou glory in alone? know thou canst not force me, here within thy reach I am as safe as if an army all resolute to death divided us. This hand something weaker than a woman's, can resist all thy strength, were in as great mischief as thy will.  Pall. 
Though I seem all that you have named, and fouler yet, this is a sin blacker than all; such as I dare not do. O think me not worse than you have said already, and then I may again be happy. The beasts are noble, meek to Chastity, and humbly lick the feet of Majesty. Judge me not by show, our eyes deceive us, and as oft persuade us to the wrong, as do the blind man's feet, falsely do prompt us. All that is white is innocent, and all that's black is sinful, without exception. Should those which look on you be led so by the scence, they must kneel down before you, and adore you as some Deity, not being able to fantasy so much god, as they do see in you; such forms their power have given you, that you may become a rival in their worships.  Eudo. 
Why talk'st thou thus? thy tongue hath no more Power than hath thy hands.  Pall. 
Neither intend violence, would you could entertain of me one thought of goodness, as hopeless as you think me, I de undertake to make it good, and better't daily.  Eudo. 
Why delayest thou? what wouldst thou have?  Pall. 
Forgiveness, I dare not say love.  Eudo. 
Love? thy thoughts are more mishapen than thyself, even in thy hopes thouart cruel. This base imagination hath wronged me more than all thy actions, before thou only soughtst my ruin, now the ruin of my name, that thou intendest a rape it was a glory to me, and though I had lost it, would have got me same, the honour of a ravished virgin. Didst thou woe me with the greatest services, as thou com'st in my father's blood, I could reward thee, but could never yield thee love; I was too long a Princess, and lost the name too late to entertain so low a thought.  Pall. 
The world of causes that part me and happiness.  Eudo. 
Love is soft, and full of courtesy a greater opposite to lust than hate; the flames thou feelst are more preposterous than those which burn the breasts of Satyrs, and of beasts, which kill the young and in that blood enjoy the Dam. Thinkest thou that any is so bold in lust to embrace such fears thy love bring with it.  Pall. 
My youth and comeliness whither are you fled?  Eudo. 
My miseries have put a new nature in me, changed that calmness I had wont t'enjoy, into the looks and language of a fury: how ill doth rage become a virgin's breast? I will suppress it, and if it must break forth, dissolve it into tears. An age worn out in thought cannot present one comfort to me, I am so wretched. Her grief and anger make her show signs of fainting.  
Oh, my soul's more earthly than my body.  
This war that is within me, will gain a victory o'er me.  
I find decays already.  Pall 
Accursed that I am, to be the Author of such misery, is there no way to restore that peace which you have lost? if there be any, despair not of it, though it be held in the jaws of death, I'll snatch it for you; though it were lost in the darkest mass of things, my love would distinguish't in a Chaos: if it have no being but what your thought gives life too, I'll wish it for you. So strong my fantasy is to serve you; let it be any thing to be done I'll do't, can I, the wretched cause removed bring ease unto you, here on my knee I yield my life unto your taking, or if you had rather, I'll offer't up myself.  Eudo. 
No, and yet there is a way, and thou mayst do it.  Pall. 
Is there a way? O my joys, the gods are merciful, name it, name it to me.  Eudo. 
If thou'lt vow to do it presently.  Pall. 
Need I an oath to confirm I would be happy? 'tis my own happiness I thus eagerly pursue in yours, every sigh you give doth make me breathless, and every tear which you let fall doth bow me nearer to the earth, than all the years and wounds that I have suffered; yet I will swear by all things holy, all that I fear and reverence, to refuse no labours, deaths, to gain your ease—  Eudo. 
Then—  Pall. 
And restore joy unto your life again.  Eudo. 
Now thou canst not, thy last words have rendered thee unable. The ease was death, which yet I beg from thee.  Pall. 
From what a heaven of happiness am I fallen?  Eudo. 
Assist me all my Strength, the gods this way you have ordained I should come to you, pardon that Fate then which yourselves did give me.  Eudor a makes an offer to kill herself. La 
O my Lady.  Pall. 
Stay, O; stay that hand, let that goodness in you which would spare things fair, and holy, preserve the fairest, and the holiest. The angels would be proud to take such shape upon them when they visit earth, 'tis such as yourself ought to look with reverence on.  Eudo. 
there's a weapon hid within my heart, which none can take away: it wounds deeply. Now Death thou art a lover, and dost court me mildly.  She faints. La. 
O my Lady, help, help, O my Lady.  Rodia. 
Give her more air.  Pall. 
she's gone, my times no longer, our lives were woven on the same web, the destinies condemned me to see her death, and then to follow.  He wounds himself, and falls. Rodia. 
she breathes, stand off.  Eudo. 
My Brother, O my Father.  Rodia. 
How do you Madam?  Eudo. 
Too well, my Strength returns too fast upon me.  Pall. 
Were my Soul fled, that voice would call it back again, itself would return: and choose this Paradise on earth, I'll not disturb her with my longer stay.  He speaks to Rodia. 
If that your Lady shall need any thing, you may have it with a thought, a long peace shall not present it with more care, and speed: she shall not find less tenderness, and honour then if her Father still ruled all.  
The Guards at your command, and shall stay only for your safety. Exit Pallanius.  Rodia. 
Soldier, thart noble, may the gods reward thy goodness, Madam, you had best go in.  They lead of their Lady. Exeunt omnes. Enter Timeus, Polyander, Menetius Comastes, and a Captain. Tim. 
Fortune, glory, Victory, all are fled  
Unto their several habitations,  
And have left Dishonour, Losses, Danger  
In their Stead, not so much praise to all our  
Dead Story, as that we lost one man to  
Save a Kingdom, not bleed a drop for the  
Whole body's safety.  Poli. 
My Lord, let not the treachery of such Villains trouble you more than your thought of safety, show your hate unto their falsehood by seeking to revenge it, you have yet hopes left, if timely you put your former Resolution into practice, when we have gained the Fort, there's means to escape the isle, and seek foreign aid, you have many friends that you may trust too. This our obscure flight will make our return more glorious, which shall be i'th' face of the whole Kingdom, nor will we choose another way, but what passes o'er Cities, Armies, and through a general ruin to our Revenge.  Exeunt Om. 

He who injustly swayed the State  
Lives no where now, but in their Hate.  
there's nothing left of him but shame.  
Which both preserves, and Clouds his name.  
When civil Beasts fall, Let it be  
Called slaughter, and not Victory.   

Cho. When that he dies, that lived a shade  
His sleeps continued then, not made.   

Arise thou Star of honour there  
And in his stead shine round our Sphere  
Grace thou the Throne, and let us see  
Thy father once more Reign in thee.  
we'll now in nought but love conspire,  
And no breast burn, but with true fire.   

Cho. While that such manners rule the Throne  
Live all by his, he by his own.    

Actus Quintus: Scaena I.  Enter Eudora, Rodia, and Ladies, Eudo. 
This quiet we enjoy doth strike amazement in me, sure they have slain the body with the head, which makes this general calm.  Rod. 
Madam, 'tis more innocent, I had news brought by one I sent to learn that did astonish me, that the people knew no cause of grief or gladness, but rose to their affairs as in a time when neither enemies, nor holidays do distract them from their labours. The king's death was news this morning in the City, such care the Victors took least, the many headed but unbrained multitude, should pull a slaughter on them.  Eudo. 
Their piety is too late, nor will it satisfy the gods, when they have spilled so much blood, that they will spill no more.  Rod. 
The Soldiers, though their charge was gone, kept their Guard Still, they of the party durst not disclose it for their own safety. Some there were which whispered it, but they seemed rather curious in the State, than those dull which knew it not.  Eudo. 
Can a Kingdom fall, and the ruin not wake the people.  Rod. 
The messenger with this doubted what he had seen and heard; nor durst he be confirmed lest his question might seem Treason, the first opening of it was by Proclamation, with such secrecy the plot was carried, that now it was a labour to discover it. After this Aratus, and the rest of the Conspires went into the Marketplace, where the people were commanded to attend by public voice, and there to the assembly when they had declared the Justice of their action, they produced the young Prince, which in the last alteration of the State was lost. But by all supposed to have been murdered, which that he was the king's Son was confirmed by Aratus his conferring the Kingdom on him: himself being the next heir unto the Crown, if the king's Issue failed. The Story of the PRINCE's life bred much Love, and Pity, and his looks were able to have led them to a civil War, had he been Counterfeit.  Eudo. 
This may be true, they who can believe there is a providence, may easily give credit to this Justice, our sins were mightier than our sufferings, and had we a greater debt than life, we ought to pay it, my Miseries are due to me. I was a party, and enjoyed my Father's violence.  Rod. 
Madam you are as Innocent, as at that time your age was, and only do offend in your tears, and too much love, which on this occasion spent excessively, is not to grieve but to repine, the King was old, and taking his latest leave, and was hastened only a little sooner to show the Justice of the gods; 'tis true, my Lord Timeus was young, yet had no patent for his life, but as all brothers, was an uncertain joy.  Eudo. 
How ill these words become thee, and me to hear, think'st thou my Father's faults can bring a comfort to me.  Rod. 
Madam, 'twould be no glory to you that an unworthy grief should be your death, your enemies no doubt are noble, sure they chose the cruellest to execute their business, and him though his churlish outside promised not, we found more courteous, than they which do profess it, his words were the laws of Compliment. One that sympathized in all your sufferings, and though his manliness would not suffer him faint, he died together with you.  One knocks at the door. Eudo. 
See who 'tis disturbs us. Who is't? Rodia goes out and returns.  Rod. 
Madam, I know not, nor did I ere see any like him, his beauties beyond all similitude, he speaks like the Soldier we were talking of, but him it cannot be, he was the terror, this the darling of mankind.  Eudo. 
Whether wilt thou lose thyself in commendation? in men beauties the least part.  Rodia. 
Madam, it appears so in him, yet such features lay a necessity of nobleness on the mind, he humbly craves admittance, nor would he take it before that it were granted.  Eudo. 
Call him in, we must endure their pleasures, it will not become our state to deny commands, much less when they entreat.  Rodia goes out, and returns with Pallantus. Pall. 
The Kingdom owes a Sacrifice for your life, all will joy to hear it, which had it failed, would have pulled more guilt upon us, than the sins of a whole age.  Eudo. 
It is my fault you tell me of, and a great share of my grief that thus I stay to grieve.  Pall. 
My offensive tongue can utter nothing pleasing to you, so great are your misfortunes, and your honour so tender to you, the wounds that I have given you are beyond my cure.  Eudo. 
Thou art not he that gave 'em.  Pall. 
If my repentance can make me clear, I am not, otherways 'tis I that partially hearing my own cause, believed and judged for it, that hastily without examining what I did, decreed on all your woe.  Eudo. 
Thart strangely altered, if thou be'st he.  Pall. 
Nothing so strangely as my hopes are, at first they did appear in a divine and holy form, beyond all that I can fantasy, such a mind though ravished with the beauty, could not express then, and promised all should be as heavenly as their shape, called me the instrument of justice, the saver of my Country: set all the sins before me, I was to punish, told me there was no heaven, but what their clouds did veil; thus they crept into me, and won me with the most specious shows unto their service, on my bare resolution gave me part of that happiness I was to aim at. Then they clothed me in a body, foul as the Tragedy I was to act, and made me dote on those deformities which all did loathe, when they had bewitched me with these false, yet glittering names, and I obeyed their black commands, in a moment they changed into Repentance, a mournful figure: and sadly left me as they first did find me, and as I now appear to you.  Eudo. 
Thou hadst no cause for all that thou hast done, the faults were general, and concerned not thee, but thou wert ready, for all ill; as well as goodness.  Pall. 
Yet, I had a cause (Pardon me that I say) and being that I saw not you before I did it, a just one. I lost a Sovereign, as near to me in blood, as love; and if this cause may seem remote, I had a father murdered, whose death, as it becomes you thus to mourn, so it did me for to revenge, myself was banished, loyalty was both our faults, and when they had heaped these sorrows on me, left me not one hope to lean on; they were not yet content with my despair, but sought my life, which was so poor, it could not be distinguished then from death; their injuries forced a new one in me, and blew the spark until the flame consumed 'em. But had I beheld you before their danger, it would have turned my soul within me, changed me from a Foe unto their party. I cannot now believe I had a Justice, that there could be anywhere you were injured in it, so much my love doth mount above my grief, that it makes me think I have only lost your father. Why weep you thus? Could that recall him, I'd bear you company, and break those stubborn gates, which from my childhood to this present hour hath kept them back, and spend my whole store here. But nothing can redeem him, let that common remedy which all apply, and helpeth all, give ease unto you, that nothing can redeem him. O learn a strength of me (that is the worst name for it) to bear a father's loss. Let the innocence of mine excuse my violence to yours, we are the wretchedst two alive, made so by ourselves, and can be only happy in ourselves.  Eudo. 
Oh, O.  Pall. 
Look on this, it may bring you comfort, with making out of love with the subject of your grief.  He delivers her that letter which he found in the villain's pocket, to murder him, written by her brother. she starts in the reading. Eudo. 
Ha?  Pall. 
Falls not my deformities away?  Eudo. 
Pallantus? art thou Pallantus?  Pall. 
This is the first time I dared to be so.  Eudo. 
And to all this villainy is signed Tymeus, couldst thou be thus cruel, thus basely cruel? unworthy brother. This hath made a mercy of all that hath befallen thee, thou dost deserve to have thy punishments outlive thee, to have engraven on thy Tomb, Here lies the treacherous, bloody, and to make thee monstrous, have thy age add to it, The young Timeus, that was subtle in his youth, what remains for me? that happiness the most wretched do enjoy, is taken from me, a worthy cause of grief. Now I can neither live, nor die, without a stain.  Pall. 
Can you yet read a resemblance but of justice in my Actions.  Eudo. 
I know not how to answer. The tongue must be as wicked as the will that did commit 'em, that can defend such deeds, had equity pointed all your Actions out, given you Rules to work by, told you how much, how far you must have gone, you could not have done more justly, there wants not any thing to crown your judgement but my death, the only issue of that sinful race. I have a long time loathed my life, and now I loathe myself too. I find I know not how, a guiltiness within me, my father's faults flow like his blood within me.  Pall. 
You are not at all allied unto his vices. Profane not then your goodness, it is a sin though you yourself commit it; that you was a Princess was not your ambition but obedience, you are only guilty in thinking of yourself so, why then do you talk of death thus?  Eudo. 
Can any life be noble after such losses?  Pall. 
myself, and the many which have suffered them do think so, and are received of all with pity, and with honour, can you expect to find less humanity? you are not fallen so low, but the greatest Prince would be proud to do you service. 'tis vainness to profess, all civility is your due.  Eudo. 
You reward me good for bad, before that I was certain of a cause, I slandered your virtues with those names foul deeds deserve, or a worse nature could invent, I falsely did apply to you that which was true in me.  Pall. 
You are a judge too cruel to yourself, I did deserve them at the least from you, it was a noble passion, and owed unto your friends, had they been worse, yet if you'd make amends, where there was no wrong, give one comfort to yourself, and I shall receive a million: ample and satisfactory.  Eudo. 
You have given me many, more than I did hope, or wish for, and removed those killing doubts within me. I shall remember you no more the cause, but mourner of my father's death. O that name of father, however thou deserv'st, thou dost deserve these tears of me.  Pall. 
Fall not to a relapse again, I dare not leave you thus.  Eudo. 
You may there is no danger in't, they were but tears, and are already wiped away.  Pall 
All about you does minister to your grief. The King would gladly comfort you, can you admit his visit?  Eudo. 
I find hereafter that I may, yet 'tis too soon, Pray excuse me.  Pall. 
May peace and quiet return to their home, again to this place. Exeunt omnes.  Enter the King, Aratus, Phronimus, Eunilochus, attendants. 
People Jove, Neptune, Apollo, and the gods of Greece; preserve, and bless the King.  King. 
Through the happiness of my people, may I know no other joy or sadness, but what passes you, still the middle way of blessings 'twixt the gods and me.  People 
The gods preserve your Majesty.  Ara. 
Sir, give us leave too, to ease ourselves of that joy that doth oppress us, how hath these your virtues rewarded all our travel, made our deed honourable, and to our faith have joined discretion, in showing yourself thus worthy of the place you are chose too, you have made it plain, as none ought, so none but yourself can rule: what praises will after-ages give us for this our loyalty? Had you been brought in with fire, with blood, with desolation, as you, with wonder, are given a gift of peace in the height of war, yet your endowments would have made all innocent, and like a year of good things made the bad forgotten. Sir I hope you do not think I flatter.  King. 
My Lord, I do not, you that have so many virtues for to live by, need no dishonest Arts, nor by such ways seek to endear me, when you have already so really engaged me, that I am not able to give you a thanks, much less a return that's equal not to say if I could what I would do deserving you, and if you cannot in some kind reward yourself, 'tis not in my power to do it: These praises you have given me, do tell, if not what I am, yet what I should be, they shall not make me proud, but good, nor will I glory in them, but make them still my aim. I'll first offer them to the gods, and humbly from their hands pray for them again, and at the second gift account them mine.  Ara. 
These men wrought hard too for, you.  King. 
My Lord, I know it, and could I thank them in't, I'd stoop lower than the place from whence they raised me.  Enter Clearchus, Hianthe, Haimantus, Melissa, Ladies, to them. Ara. 
See Sir, what joys approach you, your royal Sister.  King. 
This way let me express a brother's love  
Before I speak it— O my Sister, y'are  
My Throne, my Sceptre, and my Crown, or what  
Is more dear and estimable with me,  
The Grace, the Majesty that rises from them.  
Pardon, if my much love make me a rude  
Brother, and too credulously soon I  
Proudly call myself by that honourable  
Name, when so lately I had leave to do't:  
Yet had it not been before declared  
Unto me, I could not so easily  
Consent to the belief; your face before  
Did joy me, but then an Angel wore it,  
And appeared more heavenly in your borrowed  
Shape than in his own. I cannot blame the  
Troubles of my former life, when I was  
Barred from such felicities as these.  Hian. 
The gods were not so favourable to me  
As in a Dream, faintly and afar off  
To show the Blessings I was to hope, how  
Gladly I would have changed my greatest joys  
For such your troubles; This I may call my  
Birthday, I walked, and breathed, and spoke before.  
But lived not till this hour. I had a being  
Then, but not a life till now.  King: 
'tis so to both of us. And we will ever celebrate it, as the first day that we were borne Brother and Sister, before we were Strangers, now we are twins of love. My Lord, I understand the holy League betwixt you, and though I lay my hand thus on it, I Intend not for to break it, nor make a divorce, though thus I part you: pardon me that I seem covetous of so great a happiness; and show a loathness to part from it, before I have myself enjoyed it. She must sit some time my Queen, before she be crowned yours.  Clear. 
It were a cruelty to wish it other, I will not be guilty of such desires, if after a brother, I an humble servant shall be thought on, 'tis the time and place I am ambitious off. I will withdraw Sir, and though there is no happiness, I can enjoy so great, as beholding yours, I will deny myself the view.  King. 
O my Lord, say not so, though I am kind I am not fond, I'll give up my interest, or any thing rather than you shall leave us; I spoke it as a means to stay you make it not then a parting word: help me to persuade him.  Hian. 
My Lord.  Clear. 
'tis enough, I obey, my business is much below my love, and I will rather destroy the one, then offend the other, yet now I have granted I'll entreat again, as for a new favour. I may persuade, though deny nothing. My voyage was bound to another place, before happily I was cast upon this shore, and though I call myself a Prince, I am a servant to my employments, and obey the Commission of a Father, the expense, and expectation of a Kingdom,  King. 
My Lord, if your employments are so great, we would not make you guilty of a dishonourable Stay.  Cle. 
If with your leaves I shall depart, as a man that is pulled from his delights, with a strong hand, being freed recoils again to them, so speedy shall be my return, and in my absence account all violence, that does detain me, by that time too, your first troubles will be settled, & you more fit to receive an idleman.  King. 
Our passion ought to give way unto your reason.  Phro. 
Aratus you are in a maze.  Ara. 
Hah, I must confess I am so. These Princes play their parts so rarely, that there is nothing left for us, but wonder.  King. 
My Lord, shall we entreat you to bear us company unto the Temple: thither we're a going; to give that perfection to our joys which yet is wanting, and for unusual benefits offer unusual thanks.  Enter Pallantus, and kneels, and kisses the king's hand. Pall. 
Sir, I humbly crave your pardon, that thus tardily after the people and your enemies, I present my service to you, and wish you happiness.  King. 
I cannot be deceived, thou must be my Pallantus, there's none can speak, or look like thee, thy least resemblance is above all men, 'tis no wonder to see thee Changed, thy deed has thus transformed thee, it sits upon thy brow and Casts a glory round about thy face.  Ara. 
methinks the times had such a vizor on, and till this day showed not a true face, Sir, you shall see him each day make new discoveries of virtues.  Pall. 
My Lord, you promise too highly for me.  Ara. 
Thou look'st sadly after all thy Honours.  King. 
So methought, what can be the cause? A King they says the best Physician for a discontent. If I cannot bring you comfort, I sacrifice in your behalf.  Pall. 
Sir, I bow to you. But that which is my grief will be no longer mine alone, then while I do conceal it, all that hearest will also have their share in it, 'tis a disease that good men catch merely by the fantasy. Justice could never yet with all her care so carve out her punishment, but that the Innocent were wounded with the blow, and felt the Judgement of another sin, while with her Sword she cuts off the offending parent the child is made an Orphan in the Cradle, and mourns hereafter because he had no fault.  King. 
Whether doth this sad beginning tend?  Pall. 
To this Sir, as we have slain withal religion a bloody tyrant, one that was greater in his sins then in the Kingdom he purchased by them. So too we have causeless slain the father of a Lady, that knew not so much guilt as to satisfy her, why she lost him: for want of whose life she now contemns her own, a Jewel of inestimable value with all that does behold it but herself, Sir, you cannot call her an enemy, though her goodness hath stood against you, and preserved her Father so many years in spite of all his sins, she ought to resist all piety if it were an enemy to her own.  Hian. 
Her cause of grief is mighty, and if care be not taken, as their faults have done the rest, her goodness will destroy her, we that beheld the past deformities, can bear witness of her virtues, she was the only mine of honour, and when we have been wearied in seeking one grain, in her we could find a treasure, nor waste a beauty set of only with the blemishes of others, or foiled by general vices, but a real, and a native excellence, which as it could not be obscured with thickest darkness: so neither could it be outshined by other lights.  King. 
Her grief concerns us all, and aught to be considered before our joys, bear these tears to her, we wish the excess of ours may lessen hers, and say that comfort which is left we will preserve, and carefully offer to her. Her brother with many of her friends are fled unto the Fort, and are there shut up— would I could give them life, what say you my Lord? may I do this? Is not mercy in this place folly?  Ara. 
Sir, 'tis so at no time; you may do this or any thing you have a mind too, even in your fantasy there is a secret council, and seeing that all your actions, nay all your pleasures, are in some exercise of virtue, we will not cross you, but make it our greater care to preserve you in them, and have a more diligent eye lest your pity may prove cruel to yourself  King. 
You have given me resolution, hast presently unto 'em ('twas their desire this morning to have conference with one of note) and if you find 'em fit for mercy or to be made fit, offered to 'em. Exeunt Omnes.  Enter Tymeus, at one door. Menetius, Poliander, Comastes, a Captain at the other Tim. 
no answer yet returned?  Mene. 
Not yet, Sir.  Tim. 
One Look out again. Exit Cap.  
Polyander, I remember I heard thee once say, when I condemned thee for thy smiles, that if I had a cause thou wouldst frown, why look'st thou sadly then? our fortunes ought rather to stir our anger than our grief.  Poly. 
Were they Sir, my misfortunes alone, and not yours, I would not now fall below my words, the greatest should not move any affection in me, unless it were some glory.  Enter Captain. Cap. 
There's now one arrived Sir, who certainly hath brought us news.  Tim. 
Let us seat ourselves before he enters, that he may see on what strength we do demand, every man put on a face of mirth, now we are at a Banquet that will refresh us after all our toil.  There stands a Table, and a cup of poison on it, they all sit about. Enter Pallantus, and a guard. Pall. 
Now retire, but on the least call be ready for to enter.  Tim. 
Who's this? do any of you know him?  Pol. Men. 
Not I my Lord.  Tim. 
Sir, y'are welcome, but we invite you only to look on, these cates are not easy of digestion; the gods give not life more certain than this gives death, do you think you can endure the sight? would Aratus himself were here, that once he might be satisfied with a spectacle of blood. You look pale on us already, sure they have a plot upon you, and sent you hither to see your death, had they none to send us to behold our resolutions but such a trifle.  Pall. 
What shape can I put on, and thou not injure me in't. I never yet appeared to thee in any form, but that I suffered by thee, at first I was thy fear, as all that were innocent did fright thee, because thou wert guilty I was banished, not to remove me, but my death, which with treachery thou soughtst. And when I had, with wonder escaped thy intended mischiefs, by chance thou wouldst have slain me when thou hadst no cause of hatred, my disguise wronged thee not, 'twas as much a stranger to thee, as an inhabitant of remotest Africa—  Timeus and the rest start from their places, and draw. Timeus. 
I know thee now, thou needs not further declare thyself, and thouart come past all my wishes to satisfy my revenge.  Pallantus knocks, and the guard enters, and they run upon Timeus and the rest. Pall. 
Hold, I came to bring peace and not destruction, do you yet perceive how vain is all your malice?  Tim. 
If thou art that man thou would seem to be, and equally with me dost honour a dead father, yet (setting by these helpers) let us singly try our hatred; the grant of this will please above all our demands, I had rather see thee dead, or by this means not see thee live, then again be Master of the fortunes I have lost, I am unfit for life. I shall but curse the givers of it.  Pall. 
If I thought so, I'd grant to your request, and kill you; I could do it, I have strength, and justice enough to make me able, but you are not so bad, as you suppose, these are despairing, and not malicious thoughts; yet ere I go one way or other I'll give you satisfaction, I came for that intent. Let me see your Articles—  He seems to read them to himself, and speaks out the last. 
And if these may not be granted, that thus accompanied, we may depart the Isle. How poor are these requests? without more commission I dare grant you greater. Why, these are demands within the compass of a subject's breast, deceive not yourselves, you were not so safe in your own reign, as in your enemies. The State is not translated from one tyranny to another, but to a kingdom. A Prince governs now, which is the name of mercy, as well as power, which he truly knows, and in his first deeds desires to show on you; he does not think he's then like jove when he can thunder, but when he can hold it in, not when he is the voice of death, but when he sits harmless, with the power of death about him. Revenge, Torments, Executions, are not expressions of a king, but a destruction, he rivals not the immortal powers in Temples, statues, adoration, but transcendent virtues, divine performances, these are the additions by which he climbs heaven, and appears a god on earth.  Tim. 
Why should I be a stranger to these virtues, more than this man? I was not borne for less things than he, certainly when nature made this frame, she intended it for the noblest actions.  Pall. 
Have you yet resolved on any thing?  Tim. 
If you will go on, I can hear you still.  Pall. 
I will go on in mercy, 'tis my commission, and if you will not damn against its streams, it may flow to you: yet the way is even; why look you strangely at the word? 'tis no wonder to the sender of it, nor they which live about him. Though the dangers may seem great, 'twere not worthy of the high name of his mercy, if the offence were not such. This is but the least of his expressions, that his enemies were courted for to live, but presently you think 'tis not to save you, but to defer your death. A vain thought, when can it be done more safely, and more justly, you are now as far from those to help you, as to pity you. None but himself has any care of you. 'tis true, there is a Lady that had a share in you, but with your honour you threw her off, nor can you claim an interest, when you have neglected her in all her miseries; not in your flight, your articles, no, not in your thoughts providing for her. And, had she not fallen into the hands of enemies that were servants too, to honour; you had thrown away a Jewel that had a first thought, even among the gods.  Tim. 
O Sir, you have undermined my pride, and removed me from that advantage ground I stood on, to my own low height. These your last words comes near unto me, and makes me with reverence believe all that you have spoken; before your virtues only stirred my hate and envy, this deed first taught me to admire, and cannot doubt there is a want of any nobleness, when you have shown such passionate care in preserving a distressed Virgin, whom I durst not think of, lest I should think too, of her dishonour.  Pall. 
Sir, keep in your joy, we do not think ourselves such high deservers, in doing that which barbarous people would have done, they which would have burnt the Temples, would have kneeled to her, and what duties they neglected to the Altar, would have paid at her feet. Think you we could desire to save such enemies as you, and not adore an enemy of her virtues.  Tim. 
Give me not scorn and honour in the same breath, you have made me leave myself, hate me not now I am nothing.  Pall. 
Now I meet you: and first give me leave with this to throw away all danger that does threaten you.  He spills the poison. 
Next my request is (if you dare trust me) to leave this place, and presently go with me whether I shall lead you.  All but Comastes follow Pallantus. Com. 
I breathe, am warm— all alive— The Sun shines too, I have not heard of any of his rays in the other world. 'tis earth I tread on at least, if I am not mounted higher, and yet I hope I am not in heaven, for let them say what they will, 'tis to be dead to be there; and I like not the society, though they be Angels; what do I see? I begin to misdoubt, I do behold some such shapes here. Faces heavenly, and di— Divine, or else my fantasy abuses me, if I be alive and on the earth, then there was poison in that cup. A pox o my curiosity, He takes it, and tastes a little of the bottom .what need I have cared whether I had been, so long as I found myself well? I should have got fearful honour if I had drunk my share. By this I see 'twas not a dream, nor swoon I was in, but all true story. I did not think before, it had been in the power of all the Kings in the world to have given me life, when I was yet living; but these thoughts shall pass. And now I'll look before me presently, I'll to the new Court, and though the King be changed, not despair to be the same man.  exit. Enter Eudora. Eudo. 
My father, my brother, why do you fly me? your welcome, and loved shapes. O my sad fantasy!  Enter Rodia. Rod. 
Madam, The King wishes you joy and comfort.  Eudo. 
The King, what King? oh.  Rod. 
And desires to visit you.  Eudo. 
Return all duty and service to the King.  Exit. Rodia Enter Pallantus. Pall. 
Joy attend you Madam.  Eudo. 
My Comforter.  Pall. 
Your unfortunate one, to see that little he had wrought with much care so soon decayed again, yet I hope I shall this time be more happy in my cure, before I brought but Physic for your grief, but now I bring you joy itself, it makes me bold and assures me of my welcome, though thus without leave I enter. He needs no ceremony that can say your brother lives.  Eudo. 
My brother? O where? and how? alas it cannot be, why do ye mock my sadness? thus such false hopes as these make more wretched.  Pall. 
I dare not play with holy things, nor would I defer your hopes, much less delude 'em; he came along with me, and stayed but till I had thus prepared his way: I know to have given him you, as you imagine, had been twice only to have taken him away, no danger threatened him but his own discontent. The King among his first cares provided for his safety: he shall himself confirm my words.  Enter Rodia. Eudo. 
Pray stay, I do believe and ask you pardon, but now I am certain of him. I would not at first show any signs of joy, I have thought a way to entertain him, Rodia, fetch the paper that lies within upon the Table, so: now Sir, you may admit him.  Rodia goes out, and brings the Letter written by Timeus, to kill Pallantus. Pallantus goes out, and returns with Timeus. Tim. 
Here let me alone be happy, without a covetous wish of what I have lost. O Eudora! wonder not at my excessive passion, misery lays stronger bonds of love then nature, and they are more one whom the same misfortune joined together, than whom the same womb gave life.  Eudo. 
But stay my brother, I knowledge that you say most true, and was no less surprised at first to hear of this your safety, for when I once believed you dead that you were alive again, was a greater good than I could give credit to. But when I consider the cause of my grief and gladness: and found it was merely the name of brother, nay not so much the dishonour of our name only, with tears I threw away, what with tears I sought for, look on this unworthy man.  she gives him the Letter. 
Here you are dissected, and see if I ought to mourn for any part being lost, or rejoice for any that safe in the whole Anatomy.  Pall. 
O be not too severe, but suddenly give that joy you have prepared for him.  Eudo. 
Now I meet your love, pardon me my brother, I was to rejoice at this your sadness, before I could share with you in another joy.  Enter a Lady. La. 
Madam, the King's hard by.  Pall. 
The King?  Eudo. 
Yes, he sent before that he would visit me, what will you do?  Tim. 
Not see him willingly at this time.  Pall. 
Sir, you need not, he understands the nature of, your losses, and will not expect so suddenly to see you.  Eudo. 
Stay within till he be gone.  Exeunt Tim, Rodia, and Lady. Pallantus. 
Madam, I'll meet the King, and meet upon him in.  Eudo. 
Did you say this was the King's mercy?  Pall. 
I did Madam.  Exit Pallantus. Enter the King, Pallantus as in talk with him, Clearchus Hianthe, Haimantus, Aratus, Phronimus, Eurylochus, and Attendants King. 
And does she know of it yet?  Pall. 
She lives only by the favour.  As the King draws near, Eudora offers to kneel. King. 
Madam, fall not so low, we have already too much dejected you, and would ourselves gladly submit in recompense, y'are still in the esteem of all, that which you have been, not by the sins of others but by your own endowments, admired Princess, and may a curse light, light on those, who shall dare to unthrone a Majesty which the gods themselves have seated; we are come confident in these your virtues, that you will not disdain when nobly we endeavour it, to have your grief lessened by your enemies, Madam, though proper, yet we are willing comforters, and have as true a sense of what you suffer as those, who in a nearer name do share their losses with you.  Eudo. 
Sir, admit me to kneel before you, I ought not to stand an equal height with Majesty, and virtue, so much above me, what undeserving name is due to me, when you are pleased to call yourself an enemy, if you are one, it is to yourself, in thus preferring your mercy before your safety, you have given my brother life, to bring your own in danger, and removed my grief, which hereafter may be the cause of it to yourself. Sir, think me unworthy, but not a scorner, of these favours, were my sorrow's heaver. (Thus offered) 'twere but religion to bow, and to receive 'em,  King. 
You make us all happy, and show a virtue above your sex, in being able so much to love, and yet to lose a Father, if still you can resist this passion, and rejoice with us, with you we will observe your days of mourning. We are now going to pay some Funeral duties to our dead predecessor, for your sake so we will ever call him. Spare these tears, and we will weep them for you, mourn all as if we had lost a general parent.  Eudo. 
Sir, there is much joy in them, which the softness of your words, and not my grief causeth to flow from me.  Clear. 
Fame, thou spok'st loudly of these Ladies, and yet thy voice was narrow in their Praise.  Here they all present themselves to Eudora. Enter Comastes. Com. 
I have passed hitherto, and perceive no great alteration, I thought the subversion of a State would have made such a clatter among the houses, and there's no such matter, it has not changed a suit of hangings here, yonder's our Princess too, I am among friends, now fortune direct me, which is the King— The least change that ever I saw, nay then I perceive I may do even what I list. Aratus spies him.  Ara. 
My Lord Comastes?  Com. 
Your servant my Lord, I hope you have forgot all those little unkindnesses that passed betwixt us, and will speak a noble word in my behalf unto the young King.  Ara. 
Ha, ha, ha, wouldst thou be fool again.  Com. 
No my Lord, you know I was never called so in the last reign.  Ara. 
Ha, ha, ha, why I tell thee the King's too serious, he never laughs nor smiles, but very seldom, and then 'tis still at something excellent, he hates a jest, look, twice he hath cast his eye upon thee, and yet keeps his countenance, despair of ever pleasing him, there's no mirth that thou canst make, worthy to be compared with this thy misery.  King. 
My Lord, who's that?  Arat. 
One Sir, that was master of the dead King's mirth, he never laughed without his allowance. 'twas in his power to have jested any head off in the whole Kingdom, but I think he was never guilty of any other sin, but Luxury.  King. 
What does he expect?  Arat. 
To hold the same place under you.  King. 
Sir, we understand you, and your desires, go leave the Court upon your life, be not seen in't after this day, and look hereafter warily to your actions, if you deserve a light judgement you shall feel the Heaviest  Ara. 
Stay my Lord, you have doomed him as if you had been witness of his follies, and if there were not hopes, that he might redeem hereafter what he has so ill spent, he does deserve a greater punishment; I beseech you Sir, let me entreat for him, he is yet young, and if he have leave, may be virtuous, continue as you have begun, to change the men, and not destroy 'em: he thrust himself with confidence on your mercy, let it not be said that was a Snare to any, beside you have made this place a Sanctuary to all those who can claim an interest in that excellent Lady.  King. 
My Lord, I would be ever taught thus by you. Sir, I recall what I have said, and wish to see those virtues we see in you.  Com. 
I'll not despair to be Master of them: Com. kneels 'Twas the desire of favour with my King, that made me what I was before, and shame now for to remember. But seeing I am to please another way, and make virtue my endeavour, unwearied in those ragged ways, I'll toil to gain your smiles.  King. 
My Lord, d'ye still intend to leave us so suddenly, as tomorrow. If I durst presume so much of your ill entertainment, I would persuade you to a longer stay.  Clea. 
Sir, I have found a royal welcome, such as cannot be bettered but by your own wishes, which are the only things above your actions. Yet ere I go, I have a request to you, but 'tis such as I must not receive, unless another will be content to ask it for me, you are the man, my Lord, and your company I desire, which if I can obtain, I dare promise to myself a victorious enterprise.  Pall. 
Sir, you much honour me, and entreat me to that I am most ambitious of, my will I freely offer, but the greater part is wholly devoted to your service Sir, and none besides aught to dispose of it.  King. 
I thus give it with the rest, by this request, My Lord, I perceive you'll keep your word, and suddenly return, you would not else at once bereft us of yourself, and so near a servant.  Pall. 
How gladly I would think myself so much concerned, as to ask a leave of you, but I have ever made myself a stranger to you or what's worse, a known enemy, and can expect only ill wishes from you.  Eudo. 
Sir, I think not so, you have deserved better from me, and if I give you not a leave, 'tis because I am loath to have you go, 'twas you confirmed my life, when I thought it not in the power of Art, or heaven to have done it, and that before I made not these large expressions, 'twas because they then became me not, if I had owed less, I would have said more.  Pall. 
You have given me a happiness, which neither envy, malice, nor the worst of fortune can take from me. I stand the only man above the stroke of Fate, may I hope to see that joy dwell in your face again, which I was never yet so blessed as to behold?  Eudo. 
You may.  Pall. 
And will you leave off these mourning Habits?  Eudo. 
I will: I will do that that's noble.  King. 
I hope I understand you, and that I may yet expect a happiness, equal to the happiness of this day. Hitherto our Kingdom hath been like the Kingdom of the gods. Felicity upon felicity, joy crowned with joy; and though this day concluded what it hath begun. I have reigned a perfect reign, having beheld in few hours the numerous changes of an age.  1. Flam. 
Sacred paeans to Mars sing  
Notes of Triumph, not of woe,  
Hence your Ewe, and Cypress fling,  
Who adorns a Trophy so?  
These are the spoils of our great Enemy,  
Hang Garlands on them of the Laurel tree.  2. Flam. 
Hence impure and bloody voice,  
Far be from our Mysteries,  
Bidentals are Jove's proper choice,  
Holier than the Sacrifice.  
Each unskilful hand, and rude,  
At his Altar dares obtrude.  3. Flam. 
Touch not then with lips profane  
What Heavens Fire hath purified,  
Whose tears have washed away his stain,  
Whose black deeds in his blood are died.  
He for his sins hath paid, with death and sorrow,  
His Credits more that pays, than doth not borrow.  Chorus. 
He for his sins, &c.  2. Flam. 
None hear after of thy faults,  
But that thou oughtst  
To die, remembered be,  
The rest shall sleep with thee.  1. Flam. 
lest our too partial favour this way bent,  
Excuse the ill, and blame the innocent.  Chorus. 
lest our too partial favour, &c.   

Epilogue.  
GReat and good Powers,  
That from your reared, and exalted Throne,  
Have deigned to visit your Creation,  
And bless what once you fashioned; we know  
That what you please to breathe on, and bid grow,  
Shall once prove fruitful, and its glory spread  
To many branches, from one single bed;  
Still teeming new, and Noble Families,  
Great as the Stock from whence themselves did rise.  
'tis true; but this is future, and far less  
Than this their present richer happiness,  
Which now they have enjoyed, by your long pains,  
And mercy showed unto these humble strains.  
And since their service and their thanks do please,  
They'll count their joyfull'st issues such as these.  
FINIS.