THE PRISONERS AND CLARACILLA.  
Two Tragae-Comedies.  
As they were presented at the Phoenix in Drury-Lane, by her Mties Servants.  
Written by Tho. Killigrew, Gent.  
 
LONDON Printed by T. coats, for Andrew Crooke, and are to be sold at his shop, at the sign of the green Dragon in Pauls Church-yard. 1641.   

TO HIS MOST HONOVR'D uncle Mr. THOMAS KILLEGREW, on his two excellent plays, the PRISONERS and CLARACILLA.  

WHen, worthy sir, I read your plays, and find,  
Iudgement and Wit, in one strict knot combin'de;  
How unconstrained Both meet to make things rare,  
And fit without th' expense of pains or Care;  
How every Scene is managed, how each Line  
Doth with a quick, yet gentle clearness shine;  
How every Passion's raised by just degrees,  
And every humour penned to the life: yet These  
So truly all your own, as nothing there  
Stands lame, or forced, either to th' Eye, or ear;  
Nor yet enriched by others cost, or pain,  
But like Minerva, raised from your own brain;  
I cannot choose but wonder how your Parts  
gained this perfection without books, or Arts;  
And I may thence conclude, that souls are sent  
Knowing from heaven, learned too and Cloquent  
From their own Powers within, or safely tell  
That all Invention's but remembering well,   

But why in vain do I urge this, when You  
Have gained those helps which learned men ne're knew,  
And greater too than Theirs? your thoughts have read  
Men that are living Rules, whiles books are dead;  
Y' have lived in Court, where wit and language flow,  
Where judgements thrive, and where true manners grow;  
Where great and good are seen in their first springs,  
The breasts of Princes, and the minds of Kings:  
Where beauty shines clothed in her brightest rays,  
To gain all loves, all wonder, and all fipraise:  
From whence you taught Melintus fires to move,  
Pausanes too the Eloquence of Lov●;  
What others thus to ruder precepts owe,  
You by Examples, and best patterns know,  
And teach us that a true and Native grace  
( In spite of studied Rules and Arts) takes place.   

When he who more precisly pens, and draws  
His lab●ur'd Scenes true by dramatic laws,  
May well transcribe those Rules perhaps, but then  
The Whole runs lame and rudely from his pen:  
Bearing those tracts apparent to the view,  
As show the grosser lines by which he drew:  
The thing itself thus vexed and his brain too;  
He gains but This, To err with much ado.   

Thus want of Nature betra●es Art, whiles he  
That writes like You▪ that is secure, and Free,  
Makes flights so undiscerned so still his own,  
That those of towering Eagles are less known.   

What though no verse, your Scenes and Acts divides  
Numbers are Shackles to Great Wits, not Guides,  
He that Scans every word, and so Confines  
To certain measured feet his well-pac'd lines  
Enslaves the Matter, which he should express,  
And false to's Art, makes the Thing Serve its dress,   

But you on purpose have these Rules declined,  
Not trusting those which Others Wits designed,  
Hence look we on you, as on those whose worth  
Vnborrow'd first gave Sciences their Birth,  
Men full of Native frame, like pattern, shown,  
And following no example, but their own,  
When you invent, you're Free when judge, your'e clear  
Yet so that larger thoughts did never bear  
True judgement off, nor judgements Rule suppesse,  
Or draw down thoughts from generous mightiness:  
Nor can we strictly this invention call,  
Or Iudgement that Both mix, Both show in all:  
Thus, like two aemulous flames, they twist at last  
In one bright pyramid, whose lustres cast  
Such undivided glories, that they raise,  
A solemn trophy unto eithers Praise.   
H. bennet.   

INSIGNISSIMO THOMAE KILLIGRAEO, Authoris ab ipso cultu& Dramatis Lectione  
Natum Carmen.  

MIhi me diremptum red! Captivam Tuum,  
Tuumque Naufragum: Tuum quicquid jubes,  
Quemcunque fingis, nisi Poetam;& dum lego  
Aliquem Poetam. Patere, hic ante abeat furor,  
Audebo Carmen. undè quosspecto dolos,  
Salesque patior? vertor in Larvam& Metrum.  
Non lege hâc Scenam specto, ut Persona redirem,  
Parsque Comoedorum sim, Populique Tui.   

Hâc lege Populus v●tibus se commodat,  
Emitque curas; credulo gaudet metu  
( Plorare quanquàm viliùs posset domi)  
Casus per omnes fabulae fluctus sequi;  
Et Ludiones induit cunctos. Viri  
Extra Theatrum Scenici partes agunt.  
Vestra viros mutat Laurus! Hunc Histrio, quem Plebs  
Vultum habet:& spectans stat Tibi Turba Chorus.   

Lassavis odia,& penè bile●● perdidit  
Plebs in Galippo. Castus Europa Me●us  
Rapit Intuentes. Aliquis ex Turbâ Procu●  
Distringat ensem,& immolet T●urum jovi  
Videone an audio Numeros? speciem& sonum  
daunt Histrioni: seque, vel Res exhibent.  
Nunc numeros animare Tuos licet Histrio cesset;  
creed mihi vivunt verba, Moventque soni.   

Metuisse toties: Invocassein opem Deum:  
Deum at Poetam; nec semel Ludi Metus,  
Totie sque falli, numerat hoc lauds Tuas.  
E Nubê subitus fulgurat nigrâ Dies.  
Pericula juvant: Ipsa succurrunt Mala.  
Prodendo Tuta,& parta Naufragiis Salus.  
Fallere quod nôrit, Tua visa est vivere Scena:  
Fallere said nôrit Tunc ubt Larva dost.   

Ut ordinatus arbitro haud viso fluit  
Temeraque Mundus lege disponit vices:  
Rerumque carmen sponte sub numeros cadit.  
Sic fortuitus regnat in Socco Deus,  
Ut in orb Numen:& latendo seprobat  
Res fluctuantes Machinis certis rotans.  
Ars simul●ns Artem sic negligit omnia cultè  
Exciderc ut credam Carmina sponte Tibi.   

Futura fata haud praevidet Lector sagax:  
Primâque, spectat Exitum, sub Pagina:  
Saturvè surgit fabulâ quam finxerit,  
Tuum& Poema scribit,& vates abit.  
Hic Gardianus uincula abs conduit Nodus:  
Filumque Labyrinthi arte se propriâ explicat.  
Sunt hae Praestigiae, sunt haec Aenigmata quae Tu  
Dum latuere stupes, plus quoque Nota probas.   

Teretes quotidiano ambulant Socco pedes.  
Spectatur Ipse scripsit,& risit prius:  
Parilesque Lusus Author ac Lector tulit.  
Proprio, Cupido militat censu Tuus  
Sibique Pharesram praestat,& Iaculum sibi:  
Aegreque plausum cateris debet suum.  
Arte hàc Cecropiam superavit Aranea Divam  
Fila quòd Haec texit, fila said Illa parit.   
Rob. Waring.   

TO MY HONOVR'D FRIEND Mr. THOMAS KILLIGREW, On these his plays, the PRISONERS and CLARACILLA.  
Worthy Sir,  

MAnners, and Men, transcribed, customs expressed,  
The Rules, and laws dramatic not transgressed;  
The Points of Place, and Time, observed, and hit;  
The Words to Things, and Things to Persons fit;  
The Persons constant to Themselves throughout;  
The machine turning free, not forced about;  
As wheels by wheels, part moved, and urged by part;  
And choice Materials worked with choicer Art;  
Those, though at last begged from long sweat& toil,  
Fruits of the Forge, the Anvil, and the File,  
Snatch reverence from our judgements; and we do  
Admire those Raptures with new Raptures too.   

But you, whose thoughts are ecstasies; who know  
No other mould, but that you'll cast it so;  
Who in an even web rich fancies twiff,  
yourself th' Apollo, to yourself the Priest;  
Whose first unvext conceptions do come forth,  
Like Flowers with Kings Names, stamped with Native worth;  
By Art unpurchas'd make the same things thought  
Far greater when begot, than when they're Taught.  
So the Ingenuous fountain clearer flows  
And yet no food besides its own spring knows.   

Others great gathering wits there are who like  
Rude scholars, steal this posture from Van-Dike  
That Hand, or eye from Titian, and do than  
Draw that a blemish was designed a Man;  
( As that which goes-in spoil and Theft, we see  
For th' most part comes out Impropriety)  
But here no small stolen parcels slily lurk,  
Nor are your Tablets such Mosaique work,  
The web, and woose are both your own, the piece  
One, and no sailing for the Art, or fleece,  
All's from yourself, unchalleng'd All, All so,  
That breathing Spices do not freer flow.  
No Thrifty spare, or Manage of dispense,  
But things hurled out with graceful Negligence,  
A Generous Carriage of unwrested Wit;  
Expressions, like your Manners freely fit:  
No Lines, that wrack the Reader with such guess,  
That some interpret Oracles with less▪  
Your Writings are all crystal, such as do  
Please critics palates without critics too:  
You have not what diverts some Men from sense,  
Those two Mysterious things, greek and Pretence:  
And happily you want those shadowes, where  
Their Absence makes your Graces seem more clear.   

Nor are you he, whose vow weares out a Quill  
In writing to the Stage, and then sits still;  
Or, as the Elephant breeds.( once in ten yeares,  
And those ten yeares but once) with labour bears  
A secular play. But you go on and show  
Your vein is Rich, and full, and can still flow;  
That this doth open, not exhaust your store.  
And you can give yet two, and yet two more,  
Those great eruptions of your beams do say,  
When others suins are set, you'll have a Day.  
And if Mens approbations be not Lot,  
And my prophetiquet bays seduce me not;  
Whiles he, who strains for swelling scenes, lies dead  
Or onely prays'd, you shall live prays'd, and red.  
Thus, trusting to yourself, you reign; and do  
Prescribe to others, because none to you.   
Will. Cartwright.   

INSIGNISSIMO THOMAE KILLIGRAEO, viro non Uno Ore Dicendo Gemminos hosce Musae Dramaticae Labores.  
sic gratulor—  

DIc O per omnes obsecro Te Deas,  
Dic O per omnes obsecro Te Deos,  
Quae Te perunxit Gratiarum?  
Quis Calamum dederit Cupido?   

Per Claracillam fortiùs obsecro,  
Per& Melintum, Mutua Nomina;  
Perque hinc Sacros, perque ind Amores,  
Perque Tuam rogo, perque Teipsum.   

Tu Lyssimella, Vosque Piissimi  
Pausanis Ignes dicite; pectorum  
Pirata, Scenam Quantus, intrat!  
Quamque Oculos Animosque vincit!   

Cum Lyssimellam consulo, Prima stat;  
Cum Claracillam, Prima stat Ipsaque:  
Haec, Illa, vincit, Victa rursus  
Ambiguâ stmilique Scenâ.   

Cedit Melintijam minor Ignibus  
Pausanis ardour: mox jubar explican●  
Pausanis Ignes invidendum  
Invidiam merito Melinto.   

Nescit Coronam cvi tribuat magis  
Nutante Lance Scepticus Arbiter:  
Alterna vincant, invicomque  
Vtima praeripiunt favorem.   

Faelix utroque O Pignore stans Pater,  
Cur tale Scenae Justitium facis?  
Quitam sacratum par dedisti,  
Jura trium rape Liberorum.   

Famam Cothu●ni da mihi tertii,  
Clamat Latinus: polliciti reum  
Non liberatura, in the atrum  
Aula vocat, Populique pica.   

Delphos procetur Pauperis Ingeni  
Morosus Hares: tu tibi Numina  
Non una praestas, invocasque  
Te, tripodas magis Efficaces.   

Vexata jactet Mechanicus labour,  
Et Metra Musis cusa Fabrilibus:  
Dum non-coacto Liber ore  
Dramaticum regis Author Orbem.   
GUIL. CARTWRIGHT.   

THE PRISONERS.  
A Tragae-Comedy.  
As it was Presented at the Phoenix in Drury-Lane, by her Majesties Servants.  
Written by Tho. Killigrew. Gent.  
 
LONDON, Printed by Tho coats, for Andrew Crooke, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the green Dragon in Pauls Church-yard.  
1640.   

THE PRISONERS.  


Actus Primus.  Enter King, Sortanes, Eumenes, and clear. King. 
ARe the Gallies come from Rhodes?  Em. 
Yes Sir, they arrived this evening  King, 

Then we're all in readiness, and if the gods  
Smile upon us, those proud sisters shall find  
They have pulled down fire by playing with my anger,  
Pretend a vow to peace, and slain their bond by it,  
Not to arm but in their own defence,  
Come, twas treacherous and since in our greatest danger  
They could leave our friendship to that sudden ruin  
That threatened us, they shall find now our virtues  
Have wrought through, what enemies we can be  
Whose friendship they have despised: and into their  
bosoms Ile throw all the miseries of war,  
Whose single name was such a terror to em,  
Wheres our sister?   Cle. 

She went this evening in her galley  
To take the air.   Ki. 

When she returns tell her I must speak with her  
This night, and do you hear Eumenes,  
Let all things be in readiness to put to sea,  
With the morning tide, the wind stands faire still.   Eu. 
Yes Sir, the winds faire.  Ki. 

What said the captain of the galley that you took,  
Had they notice of our intent?   Eu. 

Yes sir, he says they had intelligence,  
But they are so unprepared for war, that the  
Knowledge was no advantage, they received it  
As men stabbed in their sleep, that wake onely  
To find their dangers certain.   Ki. 

Their falshoods have begot their fears, and now  
Like cowards they fall upon their own swords,  
Eumenes, let the slaves be well fed to night.  Exit.   

Scena Secunda.  Enter Cecillia, Philon, Eugene, and three Souldiers being chased a-shore by pirates. Phi. 

Fly, Madam, save yourself while we  
With our faiths, make a stop, for know  
Philon will lay his body a willing sacrifice  
To intercept your danger.   Cecil. 

Oh Philon, which way shall we take? I know  
Not where we are, why did you land here?  
He durst not have pursued us to the harbour,  
My brothers fleet now in readiness to depart  
Would have protected us.   Eu. 
This way the slave ran that went to call for aid.  A noise within, Follow, follow, Phi. 

hark Madam, we're pursude,  
Tis now no time to talk, upon my life  
It is Gillippus, and the bold Pirate I fear knows  
The value of the prise he hunts.  Within, Follow, follow,  Ceci. 

They come, take some other way and try  
If you can divert their chase, whilst we  
Take Covert in this wood.  Exeunt Enter Philon and his party, beaten in by Gillippus, Hiparcus, and Souldiers of their part,  Gil. 

Follow mates, for we have in chase  
The wealth of kingdoms, one whose maiden Mine  
The gods would dig it, nor has her Virgin earth  
been wounded yet for that precious metal,  
But keeps her, Indies still unconquered:  
If we gain her weele sail no more, nor steer  
uncertain fates by a fixed star, nor pray  
For faith, that we may hope a safety in the midst  
Of the dangerous wonders of the deep   Hip. 

Slip not this opportunity, we know not how long  
Fortune will court us, which path took she?   Gil. 
I know not, let us divide ourselves. Ile take this  Exit. Gil. Enter Pausanes and meets Hiparcus. Pau. 

Hyparcus what glorious things were those  
That fled us as if we durst hurt them?   Hy. 
handsome women, man.  Pau. 
Were they but women?  Pau. 
stands with his eyes fixed upon the ground.  Hy. 
But women, no but women, what aylst thou?  Pau 

I am sure they are more then man, for I never saw  
Any of that sex that made me tremble, yet  
These did, and with a could fear the memory  
Dwells in my breast still.   Hy. 

Thunder-strucke by a woman; courage man  
black eyes tho they lighten, yet they do not use  
To shrink our hearts in the scabbard▪   Pau. 

These do not use to fight, do they?  
If they do, by all our gods theyle conquer me.  
Oh Hiparcus, do not mock my misery, but tell me  
Hast thou seen many such; such forms usual  
Amongst em? this has Medusa's power in that  
beauteous form,& I am changed to weeping Marble.   Hy. 

By this good day hes in love, could I be so  
How happy might I be, for I have been,  
Pretty lucky in the sex, and could I have loved  
All that I have lain with, what a share of Heaven  
Should I have had, look how he stands now,  
Pausanes what dost mean, let fall thy weapon  
When thou pursuest a wench.   Pau. 
A wench! whats that? I thought of none.  hip. 

The greater part, and the hansomest, and that  
They are not the better part of women, is yet  
To be disputed.   Pau 
How canst thou distinguish em? How dost thou know a wench?  Hy. 
several ways, but the best is by feeling em.  Pau. 

But that I know from rocking in the Cradle  
It still has been so, how should we two come to be friends?  
Theres such contrarieties even in our nature,  
That both looking on one heavenly form  
We should from the same subject draw such  
Different thoughts; whilst I was Philosophying  
Vpon her diviner part, and preparing how to worship;  
Thou wert casting to pollute her. But prithee tell me  
In thy serious thoughts, were it not better to find  
Those beauties that adorn her, the clothing  
Of a perfect god, then such a falling Image.   Hy. 

Faith in serious thoughts, which handsome women  
Ought not to be mingled with, worships God,  
But to be worshipped better: but prithee  
Put off this serious discourse now, this is no time to talk  
When we have the prey in chase.  Exit  Pau. 

Fare thee well, but that I know thee stout,  
faithful to thy friend, and one that speaks  
Worse of himself then any other dares,  
Ide tear thee from my bosom, But when I know  
This; and how strictly thou wilt pay thy vows  
To honour, thou shalt dwell for ever here.  Exit   

Scena Quarta.  Enter Gallippus, and Cecillia. Gal. 

Y'are very faire, let that remove your wonder,  Gallippus has surprizd her, and leads her in. 
How we dare again gaze upon that excellence,  She frowns, 
Why do you frown? is it your Innocence,  
Or your beauty, that you mistrust,  
That thus you arm yourself with anger to  
Defend you, pray leave to be an enemy, you see  
That could not protect you.   Cecil. 

No monster, tis not to see thee play thy part  
That troubles me, but to think that heaven  
Failes in hers, thus to leave virtue without a guard,  
Whilst lust and rapine grow strong in mischief,  
As if the Innocent were created white  
Onely to be fit to take the murtherers purple.   Gal. 

As ye have mercy, remove that threatened danger,  
That ruin in your curled brow; and injustice▪  
Which your anger cannot know; weigh my action  
And cross fate together, then call to mind  
How severely I was punished for a single fault,  
A fault that my love pleaded for, but did not excuse:  
And when you have found that blot in my story,  
If you are equal, you must confess all my life  
To that hour paid you an humble and a faithful  
Service, and had I not found your scorn  
Would leave me to my despairs, I had  
Waited my fortunes, and not by force  
Attempted to have gained my wishes, had you  
Not bowed me that way, but tried what  
I could have suffered for you, not from you,  
'T would have started your soft soul to have  
seen me suffer, that would through a thousand  
hazards have courted your favour till I  
Had fallen your Martyr.   Cecil. 

Away, thy oily tongue, nor bloody hand cannot prevail,  
Thy flattery and thy force, I am above both,  
For love and his soft fire thou never feltst it,  
Nor knowst that God, but by the name,  
Thy false stoopings conclude thou canst not worship,  
That thus durst again by force attempt me,  
That heart that truly loves, nobly suffers: and  
knows that God of passions is to the longing soul,  
Both the hunger and the food, and if his heaven  
Be not reached with knees, their hands dare not,  
Nay cannot, yet mayst thou live to love, and me,  
I wish it not to glory in, but to punish thee.   Gil. 

Are you so resolved, then Ile kneel no more,  
But frowning gather all thy sweets, begging  
Lovers teach women a way to deny, which else  
They durst not know: A slave there—  Enter a slave, and Hipparchus. 
Take to your charge, this faire folly, and  
As your eyes look to her, let not her face  binds her 
Betray your faith; convey her to the galley,  
There my Empire will begin.   Cer. 

thinkest thou thy threats can fright, no I cannot  
So much doubt the care of heaven, to think that power  
Whose providence considers the fall of every little bide,  
Will sleep now, and o'resee the ruin of a kingdom:  
No monster I defy thee.   Gil. 

Away to the galley, there  
When we have got the booty Ile meet you.  Exit.  Hip. 

Tis a lovely form, with what a scorn  
She bears her fortune.!   Cecil. 

Sir I am but a stranger to you, yet if you  
Durst disobey this bad man and give me freedom  
I will not say I can reward such a benefit,  
But I am certain I can be grateful:  
Can you do it?   Hip. 
If I durst be dishonest Madam I think I could,  Cecil. 

Dishonest? if it were not mine own cause  
I would dispute the act; but since 'tis,  
Ile urge no more, for know I can with less  
pain be a prisoner then twice beg my freedom:  
Obey him Sir.  They meet Pausanes.  Hip. 
With pain and blush's, Madam I shall.  Pau. 

Ha! tis she, and bound.  
Hiparcus whether dost thou hale that innocence.   Hip. 

Our captain delivered her to me with command  
To carry her to the galley.   Pau. 

Hold Hiparchus;  
At what price hast thou accepted this  
Vnbecomming office? tis not like thyself:  
The b●ave hunter doates not upon the quarry,  
Nor had Hiparcus wont to fight for spoil.   Hip. 

Nor does he now, nor ever shall  
So faulty a conquest hang upon my name,  
As to make me blushy the victory.  
She was delivered me by our captain,  
And she can witness that to my faith he left.  
The securing her to the galley. And  
Pausanes knows Hiparcus dares not break  
A trust.   Pau. 

Thou mistakest this service, for to do  
This act is breaking trust with heaven.  
Thou breakest with the gods, thou breakst with him  
That gave thee credit for thy courage, and  
Thine honour, and sent thee forth their soldier  
To fight for them, and this the day of battle,  
Here the virtue on whose side thou oughtest  
To bleed, the innocent in whose cause they  
Command thee die to live a Conqueror.  
Now thou fliest, thou runnest away,  
Hiparcus flies meanly unvanquish'd,  
As if by a panic fear terrour-strucke,  
For he is beaten by a mistake and conquers  
His enemy while he loses his famed at home.   Hip. 

Hold, what means Pausanes thus  
With injurious words to wound his friend?   Pau. 

I injure thee? I wound Hiparcus? I  
Throw a scandal upon my friend? ye gods  
Strangely punish Pausanes when and does so.   Hip. 

What do you less when you upbraid me for  
My faith, and with art of words labour  
To make me appear faulty, as if you  
Did not know the law by which we are bound  
Is not alike with free men:  
We are his slaves; and for our loyalty  
Have been rewarded with these privileges  
Above our fellowes, woul'st have me kill  
The cause of his bounty and in justice  
For my treachery become a slave, and  
Make this which was my fate my punishment,  
I tell thee Pausanes I could not  
Be free here should I do this act.  He lays his hand upon his breast.  Cecil. 

Defend me ye powers from this youth, his honour  
Brings greater dangers then the Traytors bonds:  
Sir, pray pled no more for me.  Hipar. offers to go.  Pau. 

Hiparcus thou seest how tamely I have pleaded,  
And in calmness urged my reasons: Once again  
By our wounds and blood so oft together  shed  
That their mixtures, have in their fall begot  
A kind of kindred, by all our miseries  
Which still have been allied, by our friendship  
I conjure thee give me her freedom.   Hip. 

I see thou hat'st me, else my reasons would  
prevail, and thou wouldst leave to prefer  
A prisoner before thy friend, and his faith given:  
And therefore know though your friendship do pled  
When tis against mine honour I can be deaf.   Pau. 

Thou canst be any thing, and I can weep  
To find it, ye gods, would I have used  
Hiparcus thus, Oh heavens that ever I  
Should call thee friend: Hiparcus stay, I have  Hip. offers to go again. 
One argument left still; unbinde her  
Or guard you.   Hip. 
Pausanes.  Pau. 
Your Sword.  Hip. 
hear me speak.  Pau. 
No words, her freedom or your sword.  Hip. 

Pausanes knows I will not be beaten  
Into an opinion, and since thou hast drawn  
Thy sword last I will not yield her: My honour  
Forbids me, thou art injurious to think  
Thy force can prevail beyond thy reason,  
I tell thee Pausanes thy anger should not start me  
If I could make thee an enemy.   Pau. 
Defend yourself,  They fight and are both wounded. Hip. 
Will you yet give me leave— to be faithful.  Pau. 
No, Hiparcus hunts his will not his faith.  Here Hiparcus gets Pausanes down. Cecil. 

As you have honour hold, ●●d 〈…〉 gin●  
tears that shall fall to Seas divide your anger  
But till my prayers can confirm your friendship.  They struggle.  Pau. 

look upon her tears and these wounds whose  
Anguish thy friendship not thy Sword brings, and  
Then weigh the act, I would thou hadst been  
Ten enemies rather then one friend  
To have disputed this cause.  Hiparchus disarms him.   

Scena Quinta.  Enter Gillippus, Zenon and Souldiers. Gill. 

Make all possible speed aboard with the booty,  
They pursue us close. Command Hiparcus  
And Pausanes ashore to guard us. ha!  
What means this, what makes she ashore?   Pau. 

That which thou canst not make aboard; she has made  
An honest man, and if thou worst make another,  
She may have two friends.   Gill. 
Hiparcus resolve this riddle.  Hip. 

This woman whom you gave to my trust  
Pausanes would have released, and when  
His arguments as friends could not prevail,  
Meanly he threw off his Faith, and by force  
Attempted to take her from me.   Gill. 

Slave, did I for this prefer thee,  
When at the sack of Tunis thou becamest  
My slave, and by thy own confession wert  
A thing without a name, and couldst neither  
From men nor country claim a being? now  
Thy treachery shall make thee as dark an exit  
As thy base soul had entrance.   Pau. 

I scorn thy threats from this death I shall  
Begin to live, till now I lay wrapped in rust,  
And the Canker said upon my same, from this act  
I shall adopt a name which till this minute  
I despaired of: since that fatal day  
In which old Perseus fell, in whom onely lived  
That knowledge we so hunt for; And Hiparcus  
If thou continuest thou'lt be ashamed to find.  
For the bounties thou urgest what were they  
But making us a better kind of slaves, commanded  
Commanders impaling our free souls  
So that we could employ but one virtue,  
Our courage since we served thee; and that  
Has thrown us into dangers, honour would be  
ashamed to own, and brought wounds that leave  
Blushing scars, this when Hiparcus has  
Let fall his passion, will make him tremble  
To find he could not fear but bleed  
For a traitor,  
And struck against a virgins honour. And  Pau. turns to Cecillia. 
In his rage sold his friend to buy his will:  
Then, then Hiparchus those wounds thou now art proud of  
Will hang upon thee with more dishonour  
Then thy chains, For me I smile at this chance,  
For though I have mist my first freedom, y●  
I have found my last wounds.   Hip. 
Ha!  Gil. 

villain, hast thou not yet enough laid up  
Thy treacherous soul, art not satisfied  
To be false thyself that thus thou labour'st  
To shake his tried faith? Hiparcus kill him  
Kill e'en his memory that the ingratefull slave  
May fall like a dog and leave no name behind him  The slaves offer to kill him. 
Yet hold, he shall not die so nobly, nor find  
Such mercy in his fall. Hiparcus strip the slave  
And upon a three stretch the Traytors body,  
There let him hang alive, like the condemned  
Fruit to the fruitless three, damned thither  
To live a death; and would count that murder  
That threw 'em their mercy if it would come  
And break the snare.   cecil. 

Bloody villain!  
worst thou command this with a belief  
Thou shouldst be obeyed, what is he that has  
So much hell about him that dares execute  
What thy bloody rage imposes.   Pau. 

Gentle soul pled not for Pausanes, nor  
Grudge him this glorious end, for now I fall  
What I could not have lived with him;  
Honors servant.   Gill. 

Away with him and see it done, or by  
The gods he pulls his fate down that disputes it.  The slaves seize him.  Hip. 

He that trembles at death, let him die  
Tis just, hold Sir, witness my wounds I dare  
Be loyal, and when my faith was given  
Through the streights of friendship sworn to serve you,  
Yet tho I did this because my faith  
Was given, and honor  told me I was in  
The right, yet do not think I will be  
So faulty to my friend as to start at  
Thy frown more then his Sword, or be frighted  
To the murder of my brother.   Gil. 
Ha! whats this?  Hip. 

No Gallippus I have no such Aguie courage,  
Nor comes mine honour so by fits; know though  
I durst not break a trust, yet I dare disobey  
Your impious commands, nor can you call  
It treachery when to your face I disavow  
It, frown not, for while I have mine old guide  
Honor, there is no act brings so dark a hazard  
But Hiparchus will strike a fire from it  
Shall light him through.   Gal. 

My rage, whither wilt thou hurl me? Draw mates.  gull. Zenon and the Slaves draw. 
villains though my anger hath lost her tongue  
Yet her hands are left still: And those in wounds  
Shall print on you wretched bodies my revenge.   Hip. 

There, defend thyself. fear not Madam,  Hip. returns Paus. sword and they two defend themselves. 
These are our enemies.   Paus. 
Now I have my wish.  gull. 
At this rate take it.  Here Paus. steps to Cecil. and unbinds her, gull. in the interim wounds him, but he releases her before he defend himself. Pau. 

thinkest thou I would not buy her freedom when my blood  
Could purchase it, have I lived as if I feared wounds?  
Thou canst scarce be mine enemy after this favour,  
O that I could kiss it! thou shouldst kill me  
E're I would take my lips from it.   Cecil. 

To what fate am I reserved, help, Rape, Murder, Murder.  Exit. Enter the King and Souldiers, they beate off Gillippus and Zenon, and took Hip. and Paus. 
bind those and pursue the rest. Sister well met,  
Along with me.  Exit.    


Actus secundus Scena Prima.  Enter the King, Cecillia, Philon, Certanes, clear, Hiparcus, Pausanes bound, and a Guard. King. 

urge me no more, thy softness was betrayed And because they were penitent thou thought'st  
Them innocent.  
I tell thee Cecillia, if they could have helped  
To have born thee hence thou shouldst have seen  
Lust and pride flow really in' em. Their fear  
My sister made 'em fawn,  
Away to the oars with' em.   Hip. 

Had we scaped misfortunes till we met fears  
Thy Army King might have found a grave  
E're they had seen us bound: And to let thee see  
We have no shaking souls, this threatened misery  
Shall not make us or fear or fawn on thee.   Paus. 

Peace Hiparcus, let him see us die e're touch an oar.  
Twill resolve him what we dare,   Cecil. 

Has my brother lost all his nature, then  
I shall not wonder that I have lost the interest  
Of a sister. Can you be a King, and have  
Neither mercy nor justice? Farewell, hence forth  
I may obey but ne'er approve the Act.  They offer to led Hip. and Paus. off. 
Hold Sortanes, look upon their wounds, ye Gods!  
Ought any thing that chance owns make men fall  
So low, that we should esteem 'em less then  
Beasts, see they bleed still, canst thou leave 'em  
Like dogges to lick those wounds, whose every drop  
Of blood I can witness, fell a sacrifice  
To honour, oh! tis a fault, a fault I fear  
The gods will punish; as if men in misery  
Had no souls, or slaves did not upwards look.   Ki. 

Hold Sortanes, unbinde 'em, they are your Prisoners  
Now; and as you please dispose of em.  
think not my nature truell, or that I  
Fround upon them, for Kings do often so  
Vpon the fault when they pitty the man,  
Yet if I get the head of this Serpent, he  
Shall find our Iustice with its full weight,  
But weele crush him.   Cecil. 
Now I kneel to you sir.  Ki. 

What means my sister? rise, my occasions  
Give me leave onely to say farewell, till  
My return Philon, obey my sister  
As myself.   Cecil. 
The gods bless and guide the King.  Ki. 

Sortanes, command the officers aboard,  
And give order the gallies be all loose  
With the next tide.  Exit  Cecil. 
cousin Philon, pray let your care provide For those men.  Exit Pau. 

Oh Hiparcus, I am lost ere I have found myself  
And have fought for bonds, come my friend.   Hip. 

That title confirms my life; for now I find.  
My rage did not destroy myself, and through  
Thy wounds let out thy friendship, with joy  
I live to redeem thy fault.   Pau. 

Oh Hiparcus this be my witness, thy friendship  
grows here, nor wert thou faulty, nor do I  
Want an argument, thou hadst reason, and I had love  
Whose power yet thou never felt'st, but when  
Thou shalt find he is undisscern'd got in,  
And in this bosom displays his fiery wings,  
Then light me withall that Light thou'lt find  
Thou art in the dark, and thus stoop to the  
Willing yoke, sighing for what thou wouldst not  
Part with: these, these Hiparcus are the wounds  
I fear, those the sword makes are remedies, and  
If deep enough, bring a certain cure  Enter Philon.  Phi. 
This way Gentlemen.  Hip. 
We shall follow sir,  Exeunt  

Scena Secunda.  Enter Eucratia, Lucanthe, Dion, Gallippus, Cremnofield, Zenon. Lu. 

Noble Gallippus thus to venture yourself  
And fortunes in our hazard is an obligation  
We know not how to pay; for the preparation  
You speak of, brings our certain ruin, if  
By treaty we not appease his fury.   Gal. 
Pray Madam from whence springs his anger?  Eu. 

Tis just: you know the cause of this war, our  
Country blessed beyond our neighbours, with a  
fruitful peace, drew us into a consideration  
How we became to be so happy, and  
In the search, we found ambition  
Had no dwelling here: For our customs  
Admit no one man chief which kept all from  
That sin. For our government is here in  
The hands of a Priest and judge, which are  
Chosen by lot, not faction, and their power  
During Life if they obey our laws. One  
Of which has begot this danger, for when  
Our predecessors made their vow to peace;  
A law was then enacted to prohibit  
Our taking arms, but in our own defence.   Lucan. 

This law the King credits not, for when we  
Return'd it as the reason that forbade us,  
yielding the aid he then implored, he  
says we urged it but to hid our treachery,  
And concludes we assisted his enemy,  
Because we refused him aid; and now  
Having laboured through that storm, his rage  
Bends this way.   Dion. 

And at a time when we  
Have neither arms nor council to defend us,  
Now Madam the punishments your fathers have  
called down pursue us, their counsel and your  
Brothers swords, were aids which we shall find best,  
When to our despairs we feel the want.   Crem. 

Yet let us not quit ourselves, when we must  
Fall, the dearer we sell our lives the greater  
famed will wait us, nor have our men forgot  
To fight, though we left to invade,   gull. 

spoken like a soldier!  
How is the town fortified toward the harbour.   Crem. 
Tis no regular fortification; twill stay a leap.  gull. 

Madam, I beseech you remove your fears,  
They are ill Omens, here speak courage,  
You know not what miracles we may act.  
The night comes on a place, pray retire to  
Your rest while Cremnofield, Dion, and myself  
go set the watch and provide for the prerequisite  
Of these strangers that come thus rudely  
Without inviting.   Eucr. 

Wee'll go and join our strength of prayer  
With your arms which I hope will protect us.  
They fail to conquer them.   Exit. gull. 

Ile but order my Gallies to join with yours,  
And be ready ith' Harbour to board them  
As they come straggling in, then Ile meet you  
Vpon the guard.   Dion. 
Eucratia is the word to night, farewell.  Exit all but gull. gull. 

Farewell shallow fools, think ye Gallippus  
Will sell his blood for airy honour, no,  
Tis revenge or the satisfying some other  
Lust engages me. Therefore Ile to my galley,  
And while this dark protects us, command  
Zenon to launch from the harbour. And in  
A little Creeke lie loose and undiscovered  
With his galley; tis wisdom to secure  
A retreat, nor will I again put my  
happiness in the power of slaves whose treachery,  
wracked my soul and deprived me of the pleasures  
I had promised to myself, in faire Cecillia.  
But these have removed that pain, for he  
That like me loves beauty, where ere he meets  
It, sows his love, and when he enjoys it  
reaps his interest.   Exit.  

Scena Tertia.  Enter Cecillia and Philon. Cecil. 

Was the Fleet within sight of land  
This morning?   Phi. 

Yes Madam they have hung about the Isle  
Of— these four dayes kept back by  
Contrary winds.   Cecil. 
When returns the galley that came from my brother?  Phi 
This tide he puts off.  Cecil. 

This opportunity then will advance  
My design. Have you fitted those prisoners  
With a disguise?   Phi. 
Yes Madam.  Cecil. 
hark whats that? a Lute! are they musical▪  Phi. 
Yes Madam one of'em plays and sings.  

A Song.  
FOnd Pausanes let not thy love aspire  
To hope of coming higher,  
But let thy faith grow up under a cloud  
Of being not alow'd  
And still pursue thy love till she like well  
To know it but thou not tell,  
Next thy care must be she not perceive  
Thou beleev'st she has given leave,  
Thy love and sufferings thus being humbly  told  
And not a sigh too bold:  
Nor with a look speak or let a fear be proud  
To be discerned least thou love too loud.  
Whilst fairly thus thou dost thy love pursue  
Pretending nothing due,  
In time her heart may grow to wish thee well  
Whether she will or no,  
By such soft steps as these and slow degrees,  
And ever on his knees,  
Pausanes still shall approach his bliss,  
But not come hear enough to miss;  
But at a distance look and love  
And see her far above,  
Yet not wish her descending to my sense,  
Or hope of meeting but my influence.   Cecil. 

Call him hither.  Exit Philon. 
Now Cecillia arm thyself  
With resolution, that thy sex may not  
Still be called weak; nor thou yield to thy passion,  
Lest this god in a cloud deceive thee, and  
Force thee with his yeeldings, he sings his actions,  
And acts his opinions, which makes him  
A dangerous friend; he's one that boldly dares,  
Yet humbly loves; he struck his master, yet  
bowed to me, and when his rage had filled  
His eyes with fire, he sighing turned, and looking  
This way in languishing streams quenched  
Their rising flames. O power of honour! that  
Makes this so in him: And honour me! not  
To return his love, it starts me! To find  
Honour pleased still to confounded our reason,  
And puts us to our acts of faith; but see  
They come, their hands wove in friendship.  Enter Hiparchus, and Pausanes, and Philon, like common Souldiers.  Paus. 

do thou speak while I collect myself;  
Yet do not; why should I refuse  
By my disorder to speak her power,  
If she deserve my love, I'm certain shee'll  
Command my fear. Nor is it a dishonour  
To shake here, tis not I tell Hiparcus  
Tis not, these are valiant fears, and  
Ile speak to her in what my heart thrust out,  
For by my life, all that I have resolved of,  
I have quiter forgot.   Hip. 

But do not rashly tempt her to a scorn.  
scorn? O no Hiparchus, if e're her softness  
Hath felt loves power, she knows his  
Proper language is free prose. And their  
Distractions wrap the powerfull'st truth  
Bondage, verse tells us they are too much themselves,  
Nor is he affencted that can compose  
His sufferings: See where she stands.  They kneel,  Cecil. 

Rise, your freedom is the bounty of another  
And the thankes not due to me, I sent for you  
To tell you my brother is now upon  
A design for Sardinia, but has been stayed  
By cross winds so that you may overtake  
Him( ere he lands) in a galley, which this morning  
Is bound for him, and in this disguise  
By striking on his party unknown pay  
His bounty.   Hip. 

arm us Madam, and you shall hear  
How deep I'll plow, how thick I'll sow their wounds  
But I'll reap the honour; my mistake has  
Lost me in striking against your virtue:  
And now we are friends Pausanes and Hiparcus  
Vndivided draw, I think we shall not  
Easily be o'ercome, for give me leave  
To say we are not often conquered  
But by ourselves: And then though  
Pausanes be victor, Hipercus triumphs.   Pau. 
We can be grateful Madam, though not fortunate.  Cecil. 

That's my Q. pray let me be thankful too,  
Lest you think I can onely council it:  
Within this Cabinet I believe is in value  She fetches a Cabinet and offers it to Hipercus. 
As much as my person would have yielded  
At a Mart, if it be less  
Tis the modest opinion I ought to have  
Of mine own worth makes me faulty  
In the sum, for any other consideration  
Take this too.  She gives a chain.  Hip. 

Tis just Madam that you throw this scorn  
On me, for I confess the fault looked as  
If I had fought for money: which opinion  
My refusal now I hope will remove.   Cecil. 

Pray take it;  
Why should you receive wounds for me?   Hip. 

I do not let myself out to dangers,  
Nor is it my trade to fight: wounds and blood  
Are neither my daily labour nor the  
Sweat of my brow; They are honours and pay  
Themselves: If I have courage, tis a gift  
The gods sent me freely, and as their blessing  
Freely I'll dispense it.   Cecil. 

Your pardon Sir, I mean no injurious  
upbraiding, for by my life I do not think  
You faulty: if you will not be  
Rewarded, yet give me leave to supply your wants.   Hip. 
I kiss your charity.  Cecil▪ 

What to give him I know not, oh unequal  
Law that binds us women, and forces me to let  
Him perish, because I know how to save him!  
I must not stay, I know y'are friends and what  
The one has is but the others store,  
I wish ye may be fortunate.  
My last words, e're I knew what you were   Pau. 

O stay! unbind me ere you go: And hear  
My soul laboured with admiration  
Of your beauties, but since I was blessed  
With knowledge of your diviner part, all  
Your acts from honour sprung have collected  
Those sparks your eyes kindled and th'are  
B'owne to a flamme here, here it burns  
And thougu this Altar( divinest) be built  
Vpon the meanest earth, scorn it not, for  
My offering shall be of the purest love,  
And my sighs shall constant incense breath.   Cecil. 

What thou mightst have done I know not,  
But I'm sure thou canst not now, thou hast said  
Too much: Go fight, fight, for thou know'st not how  
To love. Oh woman, woman, woman still!  speaks aside.  Pau. 

Not love? What stranger then is this that's got  
In here and wanders so to seek; not love?  
Tis he or cowardice crept in, no third cause  
Can beget the fears the tremblings, I  
Labour with; Oh! teach me how to know him.   Cecil. 

That stranger when thou meetest him at the eye  
Thou wilt find he is conceived in fire and in  
An instant grows to perfect form!  
Thence in fullness of time, he takes his birth  
Into the heart which is his world, and there.  
If he prove a healthy love, he lives  
In silence, the tongue has no part 'ith birth  
Of gallant loves, nor are they long lived  
That make their Exits that way, the true births  
Of love know no delivery. But where they took  
Their life through the eye, this is love: thine  
A short lived passion, I fear.  ( I fear) spoken aside.  Pau. 

My passions are no faults Madam, when  
I master 'em, we do not serve them  
We command admiration, or should I yield  
To 'em, could any passion be unbecoming  
That has so beautiful a cause as the  
Faire Cecillia, who I fear has been  
used to such Hecatombs of hearts, that  
My single one being but a slaves might well  
Be scorned at your shrine, yet if you be  
That power that my thoughts have worshipped,  
Ye must confess he that offers all, though  
A beggar, sacrifices equal to a King.  
O turn not from me, but be like those Gods  She turns away. 
You bow to, which though they give and guard  
Our flocks, yet accept a lamb.   Ceeil. 

pled no more, if thou lov'st thou wilt prefer me,  Aside. 
I must not, dare not understand, I am too much  
A party to hear him plead.   Pau. 

O do not show the several ways you have  
To wound: May the fire for ever  
In habit in those eyes, but do not in frowns  
Dart it this way.   Cecil. 

Begon then. And consider what thou suest for.  
A slave by his passion crwoned, and  
A princess by her enthroned.   Pau. 

do but believe I love tis all I beg,  
Strike me heaven, if I have so faulty a wish  
As to attempt the unshrining such a power  
Or would live to see your beauty fall  
From this vast national adored condition,  
To make them my petty household god,  
O say! do you believe I love?   Cecil. 
Yes, yes, I believe and fear.  Pau. 

O continue that friendly faith;  
I'll at a distance kneel, for tis a wealth  Here be reuerences and kneels. 
Ile pray for, fight to keep, and weep  
To part with: and if that way of obtaining  
That way of keeping, and this sense of loss  
asked with a whole heart, and with a whole  
Heart defended, but partend from with a broken one,  
Can confirm it all joys.  She in passion interrupts him and in disdaive speaks and leaves him.  Cecil. 

Peace, be gone. Cecillia collect thyself  
For thou art lost. O ye gods  
Would ye had given more, or that I had known  
less of Honour.  Pausanes starts again.  Pau. 

Hyparchus my friend I find my misery.  
And conjure thee that if thou outlive us,  
steal some of my ashes into her urn, that  
In our earth being become equal  
We may become one.  Exit.  Hip. 

This is strange, yet tis the best kind of anger,  
And the storm is to friend, if I can judge a woman.  Exit▪    


Actus Tertius. Scena prima.  Alarum. Enter the King and Eumenes, Sortanes, clear, Pausanes and Hiparcus with their Swords drawn. King. 

EUmenes now the Souldiers are landed  
Let 'em be drawn into Battalia,  
Wee'll charge this instant and not give 'em leave  
On land to cellect their loss at Sea.   Eum. 

They were Gallippus his Gallies that boarded us,  
Yet I saw not the Pluto there,  
Her brazen prow had wont wi'th earliest.  
To bath in blood her proserpina.   King. 

That injury hath brought  
Some fuel to my rage, to see they have given  
Harbour to that traitor that twice has attempted  
The rape of my sister and in advowance  
Of his fault in his Prow he wears  
The hellish president for that black dead.   Eum. 

Loose no time then, but while th'are scattered  
With their dangers and their fears strike for us  
Let us bring that justice their treacheries have called down.   K●ng. 
Away every man to his charge.  Exit all but Hiparchus and Pausanes. Paus 

O Hyparchus they joy to find Gallippus,  
Here ha● dispersed all my sad thoughts,  
ye powers that rule our Fa●●s, if Pausanes have  
Any of you to friend, give me Gallippus  
This day within my Swords reach.  Alarum.  Hip. 

So, now my friend speaks like himself, and when,  
Thou strik'st not ar'thy self thou stands safe  
hark we must away.  Alarum.   

Scena Secunda.  Enter Gallippus, Eucratia Lucanthe Dion and Cremnofield. Gal. 

This is no time to talk, they have begird  
The town, and will instantly attempt  
To storm it, the mediate danger calls for resistance  
Not council: Dion go you to the gate  
That's next the Harbour. Cremnofe●ld take the guard,  
Of the Princesses persons, I'll to that port  
Against which the Kings standard is advanced  
If we must fall, let us not go out faintly.  
Eucra. and Lucan. The Gods protect us.    

Scena Tertia.  Pausanes and Hipparchus enter, Pausanes wounded. Paus. 

T'was he, he fled and left me to the multitude  
O Hipparchus pursue the chase, and if  
Thou overtake him thou wilt find  
The coward imboss'd with running from me  
If thou canst set him up, bay him till I come,  
And as thou lovest me let me not loose  
The honour of his fall.   Hip. 
Are you sure he's this way?  Pau. 
Yes, yes, I am certain.  Exit.  

Scena Quarta.  Enter Gallippus alone. 

●h'ave forced the town, and ther's no hope  
Of safety left, unless I can recover  
My galley, Death! I think I am accursed of late  
I hunt nothing but unprofitable wounds;  
ha! Lucanthe the princess as I could wish  Enter Lucanthe and Zenon. 
Yet if Fortune would smile here is a prise  
Will heal all my unlucky wounds.   Lucan. 

O Gallippus we're lost, our loves,  
Our honours and our gods subject to the rage  
Of the common Souldiers.   Gal. 

Yet if you'll follow me, and we can gain  
Through the Port, I have a galley shall secure you.   Luca 

O guide me; which way Gallippus.  
Come Zenon follow, for ther's no abiding here,  
Hell I think on their parties fight: For  
T'was nothing less then a devil that forced,  
And then pursued me through our guards, by day  
itself he stroke her sure, as if he had been  
The fate he brought, my flight could scarce outstrip  
His Conquest.  Alarum within, follow, follow,  Zen. 
They pursue us still, away loose no time.  Exeunt omnes.  

Scena Quinta.  Enter King and Eumenes. King. 

This way, this way Eumenes, the noble Reaper,  
Went, sure by this their Sickles are dul'd and their hands  
Weary with gripping such full victory:  
When the world was given, they  
charged through their fellowes, and like lightning scaled  
And leaped the wall, where entred, Coward loose  
Not faster then they gain ground: I was amazed  
To see their charge, 'twas as if they had stead,  
Not fought for conquest.   Eum. 

They are not clothed Proper for the parts  
They act, either their honour or their condition  
Is misplaced.   Kin. 

If they survive the day inquire them out,  
And then when we can reward wee'll admire,  
Now wee'll assist the work.  As the King and Eumenes go off they meet Lucanthe, Gallippus and Zenon.  Gal. 
ha! the King, fly Madam, hast to my galley Save yourself.  King. 
Thou shalt not long impeach my stay, Do you stare?  The King and Gallippus fight and Eumenes and Zenon, Gallippus wounded Zenon, quits the Stage, Eumenes pursues him, shen Gallip. throws his Sword at the King,& counterfeits and falls, then the King leaves him and pursues Lucanthe. gull. 
Hell take thee:  Enter Zenon and Eumenes. Eum. 

What have you at length found daring  
To look upon the dangers? is the dead doing Zenon  
So famed for his bold deeds?   Zen. 

Yes Eumenes, Pelius dares though Zenon durst not  
Does the name of Pelius start thee?  
Know false man thy darings cannot protect thee  
From the justice, this brings, the injuries  
Thou didst me during the treaty here, when  
Thou sought'st aid for thy ambitious master.   Eum. 

What act of mine during that time were you  
concerned in?   Zen. 

Hast thou forgot the faire Zenonia,  
Me thinks the half I borrow for my disguise  
From that name should prompt thy soul  
To a remembrance of the vows, the false vows  
Thou mad'st her.   Eum. 
False vows!  Zen. 

Yes boasting her the conquest of thy vanity  
When with thy perjured breath thou begd'st for that  
Thou valud'st not merely to affront my passion  
Which pursued her with all those truths of love  
Thou fainedst, yet never reaped a harvest  
For all my pains, but this is not the injury  
That wakes my anger; 'tis thy scorn  
Not thy love of her engages me, to think  
It should be in any mans power to scorn  
What I sacrifice to.   Eum. 
How do you know I scorn her.  Zen. 

Say thou dost not, say thou wilt return  
And pay those vows of love, by all our Gods  
I'll kneel to thee, for if thou'lt love again  
A ●hough my rival, her love shall guard thee,  
And from henceforth thou shalt be my friend, but  
If thou proceed thus to triumph in her miseries  
Whose pains I feel, though she be unsensible  
Of mine, thou shalt find though I cannot  
entreat her love, yet I can force revenge  
From her dark caves.  
What does Pelius see about Eumenes.   Eum. 

That she should take him for a fool or coward  
That he should hope I would trust a rival  
Or fear an enemy;  
And now I know the reason of thy hate  
If thou shouldst swear thou art my friend,  
I'd tell thee thou liest, if my enemy; why?  
I do not care.   Zen. 

dost slight my proffered friendship, do ye believe  
This language?  They fight.  Eum. 

I understand it, and your  
Shall find it by the answer I'll make.  Eumenes wounded and falls.  Zen. 

This Ring was hers, and shall witness I have  
punished thy falsehood. Gallippus wounded!   Enter Gallippus. gull▪ 

Yes Zenon, but not slain; and yet the King strook  
Home, I found 'twas folly to resist his force  
Vnl●sse I could have conquered his whole Army,  
And therefore wisely I preserved myself  
For better dayes:  
sawst thou the princess Lucanthe since?   Zen. 
Yes shee's fled towards the w●st Port.  gull. 

Pursue her gentle Zenon▪ and if thou findest her  
Tell her of my escape, say ye left me  
Aboard the galley: And if she be ignorant  
Of her abode tell her sister Eucratia  
Is with me, whom negligent of her own danger  
Impatiently expects her coming to the galley,  
Whether I'll go and wait your coming.  Exit.  Zen. 

Yet I'll go, but not t'assist thy treachery,  
Yet I'll bring her if I can, she has an interest  
In Zenonia, and if I can thus bring  
Her into dangers, my protection  
Of her honour shall endear me to her;  
And so engage her my friend to Zenonia,  
The thoughts of whom my soul will ever labour with.  Enter Pausanes and Procles having both hold on Eucratia.  Paus. 
Vnhand her.  Pro. 
Shee's my prisoner, and I will not loose her.  Paus. 
darest thou be a soldier and speak that falsehood.  Proc. 
I first seized her and I'll keep her.  Paus. 

Had thine age been able to have kept  
Flight with me, thou shouldst have seen me hunt her  
Through the straights of a thousand wounds, and more  
down all the weeeds that grow ahout her, yet then,  
Then this laurel protected by her virtue, stood  
Safe in the midst of all that lightning. And  
Let me tell thee, the same cause that kept  
Me from laying rude hands upon her, makes me  
Spare thee, 'twas a reverence which in some measure  
Silver hair commands.   Proc. 

I defy thee and thy naked chin;  
Talker, this pled for me, nor shalt thou find  
A gray coward here; bind her and then wee'll  
Dispute whose she is.   Paus. 

bind her? look upon her and tell me  
On which part of that divine form thou worst hang  
A chain?   Proc. 

I'll dispute no more, unhand her shee's my prisoner  
Or but earth.   Pau. 

Remove from her breast that threatened danger  
Or by our gods thou art earth.   Proc. 

thinkest thou Procles will quit his aged honors  
For fear of thee, a boy? proud in his first wounds?   Pau. 
Boy, nay then defend thee.  They fight. Eucr. 

To what fate I am reserved I know not;  
But if I can I'll shun this.  Exit. Eucratia sties, Pausanes disarms Procles.  Paus. 

Shee's gone,  
Ther's something whispered to me protect her,  
I'll follow her, there, take thy sword, I will not  throws him his sword. 
Rob thy age in thy fall.  Exit.  Proc. 

I thank thee, and may thine  
Be no less fortunate than this has been;  
And thou buy thy honors at a chaper rate.  Enter Pausanes hanging about Hiparcus neck wounded and fainting.  Paus. 

Had I lived to have finished my revenge  
On that Traitor Gallippus, and from his bosom torn  
The knowledge of ourselves, which in a golden relic  
The Tyrant wears about his neck, and still  
With threatened loss would awe us to our faith,  
Then Hiparcus I could have dyed in peace.   Hip. 
Whether did you go to find these wounds?  Pau. 

In pursuit of the faire Eucratia, I followed her  
Through all her miseries, but not with intent  
To add to them, but to guard her from  
The raging lust of the common soldier, till at length  
Some of her party met us, and to them  
I owed these wounds.   Hip. 

This disorderly possessing the town will ruin us,  
The wounds we received since the Conquest are more  
Then we got ith' attempt, the Cowards fears  
Have in their despair strooke deeper wounds  
Then their courage knew how to deal.   Pau. 

I have lost much blood, prithee bind up my wounds:  
What are those?  Enter Zenon, and Lucanthe.  Zen. 
This way Madam.  luke. 

O Zenon hast, I know not which I fly to  
With greater zeal, my sister or my safety,  
Is it far?   Zen. 
If you can pass the port, we are safe, ha!  Hip. 
Stand, the word.  Zen. 
Death! if thou refuse us passage.  Lucan. 

Or a Virgins prayers for ever, if thou darest  
Let my innocence escape this ruin,  
O speak, death and dishonour pursue us close:  
O speak Sir.  Hiparchus is surprised with Lucanthes beauty, and stands amazed.  Hip. 

pass? Yes faire one, I dare let you pass  
And through all hazards serve you. O Pausanes,  speaks aside to Pausanes. 
Live to counsel me, something like thy description  
I feel here.   Zen. 
Shall we pass or no?  Hip. 
Smooth your brow, your frowns will make no way here.  Zenon offers to draw. Zen. 
My Sword shall then.  Hip. 

No Zenon thou know'st it never could.  
When Hyparcus denied thee passage.   Zen. 
ha! Hiparcus?  Hip. 

Yes Zenon Hiparcus, who to let this Lady see  
How much he dares in her cause, he will not onely  
Give her a passage, but with it all his peace  
Of mind: And do thou thank heaven for this Sanctuary.  
For were it not that thou hast taken hold  
On that Altar, the murder of Eumenes here I would  
Have punished, but such is the power  
Of that Deity, that I can differ  
My hate, nay forgive thee, if shee'll confess  
Thy sword or faith hath sacrificed ought  
To her deliverance.   luke. 

He has; and he, onely can guide me  
To hope of safety; Gentle youth the gods  
Reward thee; hark! I'm pursued, if thou hast power  Within follow, follow, &c. 
Divert their rage.   Hip. 

Your name, leave but that to call upon in my danger.  
And then I'll plant myself here, an enemy  
To all that dare pursue your softness, O do not hid  
It from me, and leave me to bow  
To a power I know not.   luke. 

Lucanthe the unfortunate, gentle youth  
May all thy wishes fall upon thy head:  
Away Zenon.  Exit Lucanthe and Zenon.  Pau. 
Now Hiparcus had I reason once?  Hip. 
Lucanthe? the princess Lucanthe is it not?  Enter the King. King. 

Yes soldier, Lucanthe, the princess Lucanthe,  
Which way went she?   Hip. 

This way she went, but I must beg  
You'll not pursue her.   King. 

These are the Souldiers I so much admired.  
Is it your ignorance, or do you wilfully  
Strike at the reward your daring youth  
Has this day merited.   Hip. 

If we are faulty tis wilfully, but this act  
We hope owns no guilt.   King. 

It is not a fault thus to blot this conquest  
Whose greatest beauties are gifts of your own hands?   Hip. 

My soul has vowed, I see it written yonder  
Not to suffer any one to pass this way  
While my sword and I can impeach their stay.   Pau. 

And I though weak in body am strong in friendship  Pausanes offers to rise but cannot 
And my friends vows shall ever be my cause.   Hip. 
You see our resolution Sir, and we dare die.  King. 
And I dare fight and thus force my passage.  The King charges, Hipar. onely defends. Hip. 
O hold Sir and hear me speak.  King. 
Shall I pass?  Hip. 

yourself can witness what faith I brought  
To your cause, my charge ushered pale death  
About the field; And when I found him lazy  
And waiting upon fate, I leaped from his lean side  
And with my sword dealt more deaths then he.   King. 

Pursue the act:  
And let me hunt this scornful Lady till  
With miseries I have made her wild heart tame.  
The conquest will be perfect then.   Hip. 

All's done and fought to conquest: And towards onely  
Strike afterwards, A foe that flies  
Is your slave, and no longer deserves  
The honoured name of enemy.   King. 
Shall I pass?  Hip. 

Tis slaughter you pursue, and will stain  
All those honoured wounds your conquest gilded,  
But for this princess whose virtue I bow to,  
O Sir can you be so blinded with your rage  
As to avow a war with her.   Kin. 

Leave to counsel& obey: Mercy and Iustice  
Are specious shows, but to obey  
Is your best sacrifice, which if thou offer'st not  
By mine anger I'll offer thee.   Hip. 

Obey? yes, the Gods I'll obey, and strike  
Against all that strike at them; know you command  
A freeman, one that choose your party, and none  
Of that number that was born under you;  
And I beseech you Sir attempt not your passage  
Here, for 〈…〉 ust not so betray her safety  
As to defend our cause weakly.   King. 

Are you so resolute?  
O Hiparcus die like thyself, thou hast  
A brave rock before thee, and in that kingly marble  
dig thy grave; O for strength enough to part' um!   Enter Eucratia.( They fight. Euc. 

This by his habit should be a Commander;  Eucratia pursued by the Kings party, lays hold on the Kings sword, and yields herself prisoner, who amazed, in passion speaks. 
To him( since I must feel the misery of bonds)  
I'll yield myself, defend me Sir, I am  
Your prisoner, my name Eucratia.   King. 

Hold your swords, he that adds another stroke  
To war, shall feel the weight of this!   Hip. 

blessed chance!  
Eucratia! are you Eucratia?   Euc. 

Yes and a Prince, till thy ambitious king  
Hunted me to my ruin.   King. 

O Eucratia! soul of sweetness!  
That wretched King see prostrate at thy feet,  
And if thou canst not pardon tread upon  
My neck; And let thy virtues sink me to a grave  
Ther's something divine about thee; which in an instant  
Has from my temples torn the laurel reward  
Of my yet bleeding wounds, And from a conquering King  
Made me all thy slave; Command me something.  Enter a soldier.  Soul. 

help Sir to save the princess Lucanthe  
That's lost, sold to ●●st and rape  
If you not redeem her strait   Euc. 

unfortunate Lucanthe! I foresaw t●●s danger  
Sad Fate! O my Sister.   Hip. 

Lucanthe, which way went the ravisher?  
O Sir your pardon!   Soul. 
I saw Gallippus i'th Pluto bear her from shore.  Kin. 

Gallippus? tis false madam remove your fears,  
myself slay him in the battle.   Hip. 

O Sir he has a bus'd you by some wile, for on my life  
I saw him since your encounter.   Soul 
Let me die if this be false.  Euc. 

O Sir, now I claim your offer, and beg, not command,  
You will complete your conquest and pursue  
This Ravisher.   King. 

soldier thy faith in her cause  
Has been already tried, do thou provide  
One of the swiftest Gallies for this expedition.  
Come Madam, wee'll all go to save this innocent,  
help this wounded youth aboard, and see he want  
For no care, such virtue shines not every where.   Euc. 

Sir his courage has obliged me, and he  
Shall be my care, he found me when I was  
fallen into the rage of the common people.  
I kiss your hands Madam, and tis happiness.   Paus. 

Enough that I have lived to serve  
Such a virtue as is seated  
In the faire Eucratia.  
Command a cessation from arms and let all acts  
Of war here cease, for the faire Eucratia  
Now is Conqueror.     


Actus Quartus, Scena Prima.  Enter Cecilla, and Philon, Lissemella in a boyes habit. Cic. 

urge not his condition, I must not so mistrust  
The Iustice of those powers I bow to,  
As to fear they would leave me to such a scorn,  
A common slave; No Philon, if there were not chance  
In his condition their tongues would have doubled  
under such a load as love; a slaves heart would  
Have had too many hungry wants upon it  
To have found leisure to have begged love.   Phil. 

This under favour is no argument  
And though I fear a want in their blood, yet  
I believe they have wit enough and their craft  
Perhaps took hold of some pitty which you shew'd 'em;  
For( as a friend) Madam your mercies were  
Even to weakness; And but that I fear  
To displease you, I could say, he but returns love;  
This will move: And as my faith and duty  Aside, he kneels, 
Thus low bows, so my honour bids me  
Defend you, especially when you have  
So dangerous an enemy as your passion  
To engage my faith against: look but upon  
Your habit, and examine the nature  
Of this act, and you shall find you walk  
Blinded, to your honours ruin, have you not thrown  
Off your Sex; and the honour of a queen  
And now appeared clothed in blushes, and disguised  
With faults, but this were nothing if my fears  
Were false, which tells me this habit is lyn'd  
With as faulty resolutions, nor can you  
condemn those that know you not, if the conclude  
You have with your sex thrown off your ●odestie.   Cecil 
I'm lost for ever.  She lies down. Phil. 

No Madam if you stay you are safer, for  
This attempt, and have found your error,  
I confess to this journey I carry nothing  
But obedience, had you fled to meet  
A plighted faith, through darkest hazards  
I would have waited on you, but when you fly  
To follow one you know not, a slave too.  
Perhaps flies from you: Nay, grant him a Prince,  
Can your honours be safe when you pursue?  
Oh Madam! when you were yourself and from  
Your reason collected truth, and upon that rock  
Would in arguments give law to love: I have heard  
Your powerful reasons conclude,  
That a queen is safer that is pursued  
By a slave, if he keep the path of love;  
Then the greatest monarch of the earth could be,  
Should she pursue a God; And upon  
My knees I beg you wo'not at this rate  
Reward the ambition of the wretch.   Cicil. 

Oh Philon Thou art cruelly faithful  
And unsensible of my sufferings, thoud'st drink  
Ambition:  
Why say he have but that giant fault  
Yet 'tis a glorious sin, and without it  
Not one 'mongst all the Synods of the gods  
Had fil'd his seat: And twas their fear that made  
It sin; In loves religion, tis meritorious  
Still to aspire a mistress, and that love  
That gives, but will not take no laws, has called it  
gentleness, not savage nature, for a servant  
To leap even at the heart of his mistress:  
But thus much I'll satisfy thy faith  
By the honour of my mother ashes  
He wooed first, and in such words  
As my resolution onely could deny;  
And for his nature, how stout, how gentle,  
How full of honour? judge thou, that wert witness  
Of his acts.   Phil. 

Madam, I see you are resolved, and then  
I know you will not want an Argument;  
Now I know not whether 'twere a blessing  
Or no, their protection brought since you  
believe they love.   Cecil. 

If thou turn away, I'll blushy,  He looks away 
And tell thee why I believe our loves;  
His friendship could not divide him from me  
Thou sawst it made his virtues faulty passions  
Searching with blushing wounds an enemy  
In his friends breast. Oh my cousin, when  
I think on this; I call to mind  
How for my freedom, he stood as if  
he'd been immortal, and intending onely to  
Let the false Gallippus wound his stout breast;  
Which when he will defend none save the Thunderer  
Or a friend can hit. Oh Philon, Philon!  
When I consider these miracles, why should I be  
So wicked, as to conclude him less then a God  
That acts' um? And now take thou a secret  
From me, for I will satisfy thee  
Even with a faulty act, which may look  
Like vanity; turn thy face and hear me:  
I know my cousin is full of honour, And  
I know with all that honour he loves me.  
This confession I would have dyed e're  
It should have been forced from me; but to conclude thee  
For it makes thee a party here, and thy love  
As unfit to give counsel as mine uncapable  
To take it: And now I conjure thee  
Follow and Obey me, that will Obey my Fate.  
Nor shall the winds that begin in storms,  storm. 
To plead against me prevail: I'm resolved  
And this night I'll to Sea, and in her greatest depth  
Dive to find that rich pearl, which the wise value  
Not the l●sse, for having a rugged shell.   Phil. 

Oh Madam, to be born your kinsman was  
One blessing, but to find to have a friends place  
In your thoughts two; And that you know I love,  
And I not tell it, is a joy beyond  
All but what your love brings, forgive me and  
Henceforth I'll obey, not counsel. Your Galley  
Shall instantly be ready: Thus I have gained  
All my ends in love by having no unworthy one's  
Vpon her.  Exit.  Cic. 

O Love do thou prosper my intent  
And a Virgin shall thy Priest become  
And these great truths in all thy Temple, seen  
How in thy infant hand thou grip'st a bow  
Larger than fellows; and when thou thy darts lets fly  
immortality is no guard, but oft they have  
Through his lightning shot and stroke the thunderer  
Thy religion▪ s easy, thy law light  
For thy tables hold but one act, one Commandment,  
Obey, we cannot miss the way, let none  
Then say, this youthful God or cruel is  
Or blind, sure from disobedience grows  
All the strays, crosses, dangers that we find.    

Scena Secunda.  Enter a Hermit and his son with the body of an old man. Her. 

Gently son lay him down, bow him forward  storm. 
More of those waters, he stirs, so, so,  
Chafe him still while I dry his snow, which the Sea  
Could not melt, 'tis he, strange accident!  
But Ile not be discovered yet.   son. 
He sighs there's some comfort in that:  Her. 

Sad condition for thy age, when tis a joy  
To hear thee sigh.   son. 

Good heaven: what does age abroad  
At this time of his life?   Herm, 

Sure he has wandered far that has mist  
A resting place in his evening, and to be pitied  
When i● is fo●●'d to seek his inn thus late  
At night.   son. 

Sure he was of some religious order  
By his habit?   Herm. 

No matter for his habit, pull it off  
And fetch him my gray coat,  
Dry now is better then rich.   son. 

Which opinion if he had held, perhaps  
His had been d●y now.   Herm. 

Good heaven what a night's here, the Evening  
promised dangers, but not like this: Sure this bark  
Was one of that fleet that we saw off the point  
Last night, if we can recall life,  
He may inform us who they were.  He stirs  Son. 
He stirs and sighs still.  judge. 

Wretched, wretched Theogines, what mercy  
Is this that at length has found thee?  
Was myself onely saved of this wrack?   Her. 
All else perished.  judge. 

Oh that I had mist this charity too  
My friend aged Persius my brother  
Brave Memnon and my son the hopeful;  
All these my former losses have robbed me of  
My grief, which else these poor men  
Would have required of me. Oh equal heaven  
Thy abused Oracle and breach of vows  
Thou now but beginnest to punish.  
Father by thy habit thou art vowed  
unto the Gods, if then like me thou'lt not  
Be punished for perjury, again deliver me  
To the doom they appointed, and  
In the watery womb of the Sea  
entomb me.   Her. 

Oh Sir, despair not; they appoint us better  
Then we can choose, and in our greatest distrust  
Surprise us with their mercies.   judge. 

hear but what I am and thou'lt be afraid  
To harbour me: for where e're I go  
Their vengeance pursue me  
My name Theogines the judge.  
blessed with all that men call happiness,  
Children wealth and power, to save or destroy  
Where I lived: And though our state forbade  
Kings, all but the name I possessed, my brother  
They have punished reigned chief Priest.  
As I ruled judge equal in our birth's,  
equal in our blessings, in our power equal  
And in our faults too alike guilty, But  
Not alike punished, for he I fear  
Is lost for ever: But the fault which now  
They are busy in punishing is this, 'twas  
By our predecessors enjoined as  
A grateful offering to peace, under whose protection  
We found such benefits, As all our neighbour countries  
Wanted; That it should not be lawful  
For any to take up arms but in their own defence  
Nor any upon pain of perpetual banishment  
sand their sons abroad lest they might bring  
Home, the dangerous customs of other countries,  
This Law was made and vows with it  
Of the strictest eyes: This vow we vowed  
And to this law with oaths were bound.   Herm. 
What danger could that bring you?  judge. 

O Father, this Law we broken and the curse  
Of this vow pursues us, we know we had  
Each of us a son and daughter, which blessings  
Made us covetous to have our sons succeed  
us in our honors, and therefore thought to breed  
' Vm abroad, where they might learn to rule.  
Thus by ambition blinded he abused  
The Oracle, and  told the people 'twas  
The will of the gods our sons should be sent  
Abroad, and I affirmed if they commanded  
The law assented. Then to the charge of  
A fatihfull friend we gave our children  
( Who were so young they knew not themselves  
What they were) with a command to breed 'em  
Fit to be Princes: But neither to the world  
Nor to themselves discover that they were so.  
Long this fault lay not hide, for the abused Oracle  
Vnask'd complains, and to the incensed people  
Tells our falsehood: By them we were banished▪  
Never to return, which was some mercy,  
But alas! Fate was juster then the people  
For our sons are lost, my friend dyed and  
My brother in our pilgrimage by a strange accident  
Divided from me.  
Now ought I to hope for mercy, or wish  
To outlive their losses?   Herm. 

ye are not secured yet that these are losses  
Nor has any assured you they are dead,  
Therefore defer this sadness, and let me  
led thee into my cabin.   judge. 

O let me lean upon thy aged shoulder  
For I have load will sink me.   Herm. 

do:  
Sad time the while when I can be a stay  
To a Princes son, make a fire upon the shore  He makes a fire upon the Stage. 
That if any wretch unfortunate be cast  
Vpon this loan place they may see it, and  
repair hither, 'twill be some comfort  
To find we have charity.  Exeunt.   

Scena Tertia.  Enter three slaves. storm Slaves. 
The Gods protect us and with all this judgement.  Enter Gallippus. gull. 

Hence ye dogges leave your howlings, death!  
Have we lived as if we hoped for mercy, or  
Expected protection from our prayers be gone  
And endeavour: Every wise man rules.  
His stars, and may defer that fate which Prayer  
Cannot alter, see if I have not lost  
My power, why stay ye? who plyes the pump now▪  
Sheele founder through the slaves negligence.   Sla. 

Why should we labour against heaven  
That has decreed our loss, there's no hope  
We're all lost, the Sea alreadie's our grave.   gull. 

villain thou shalt not die by water, Ile bee thy fate.  He stabs the Slave. 
And yours if ye stay  Exeunt Slaves. Enter Zenon and Lucanthe.  Zen. 

See if the storm has not wrought in her element  
Of water too, and blown it in tears  
From her eyes.   gull. 

Would it had blown the fire thence too,  
The earthly part would not wound me, my danger  
And their beauty in those active elements lie  
For in her living jet fire bears sway.   Zen. 
I will watch him.  Steps aside. gull. 

Will you yet grant my suite and yield me love,  
Or must I follow the example of the Gods,  
And in a storm compass my will? Say  
Will you give, or shall I force?   luke. 

Is this a time for love, when the raging storm  
drowns thy words? Oh thou abused power!  
Who thus enraged pursues us even to the last  
Of all our name, and for abused sacrifice  
Will the Priest in judgement offer.  
If thou hast decreed my fall tak't while I am fit  
For sacrifice, while I'm pure and my virgin Snow  
Vnsoyl'd, and protect me from this Ravisher  
Whose impious heat burns his hated breast  
even in the bosom of the Sea.   gull. 

Cease to curse and yield me love, thou seest  
All the Ship is busy with apprehension  
Of our danger, which my love will not give  
Me leave to fear, thoughts of that take up  
All the room here, that care of myself  
Cannot get in, Nor is this storm so dangrous,  
You're unacquainted, else youl'd find it but noise  
And not apprehended it.   Lucan. 
Away, unhand me.  He offers to take hold of her. gull. 

To me tis no new things to see the Elements  
At war, and strive again to run to Chaos  
Thousands of times have I naked stood the rage,  
When th'Element of fire has shot his angry flames  
Into the yielding main, ●s if he had meant  
To wound her god with his fork'd lightning,  
This I have seen and felt the mischiefs  
The unruly winds beget when they break prison  
And force from the torn entrance of the earth,  
A dangerous birth.   luke. 

O impious man! hast thou seen their power.  
And felt their mercy, and dost slight it?   gull. 

Slight it, no, nor fear it: I have seen  
A hideous storm grow from his nothing, and  
looked on Sea, heard the false winds whisper to her  
Till their flatteries have wrought into her bosom,  
And there fil'd with ambition the covetous Element  
That would aspire at heaven, discovering  
even to the eyes of men the secrets of  
Her womb, This I have seen and these dangers  
Wrought through, Nor will I believe any thing  
Can save me when I cannot save myself.  
Will you yield?   luke. 

Oh strange daring! quench his saucy flames, or add.  
Your fire to 'em, and hid your lightning in his lustful breast.  
fool and villain I never met before:  
Though wise and wicked soldome join dost tempt  
Me now with all my fears about me?  
If I were a common prostitute that were  
Acquainted with sin; I durst not when Thunder speaks.  
Listen to thee, thy wickedness  
Shakes even my reason; rather fall upon thy knees  
And no longer tempt the Gods to our destruction.   gull. 
Away I'm deaf.  Lucan. 

villain wilt thou sin, while  
His plagues hang over thee? And add to thy fault  
While he i● punishing? O ye winds take my tears  
Vpon your wings, and through this storm convey  
' Vm to that youth, whose honour took me even  
I'th midst of my dangers; And  
Tell his faith unfortunately hath betrayed  
Me to this misery.   gull. 

ha! is there another that you love?  
Nay then the earth shall not save thee.  Enter Zenon.  Zen. 

But it shall. veer more sheet?  
Hale tack aboard; Who's at helm? M●ister:  
Set a yare man to the helm, Thus, thus.   Hel. 
Done' tis.  Zen. 
No more.  Gal. 
Hell take thee for thy interruption.  Exit Lucanthe. Zen. 

Lower your main sail, 'twas your fault  
We laced onr bonnet too; full, full.   Hel. 
Done' tis.  Mast. 

Strike our foresaile, heer's a gust will bear  
Our Mast by the board else.   gull. 
How now Master is she tight?  Mast. 

No a pox upon her for a whore she leaks  
But we have gird her; port, port hard   helm. 
Done, done' tis.  Zen. 

Who keeps the led there?  Within. 
O dem a deep fifteen fathom and a half O,   gull. 
Where's the wind?  Zen. 
northeast.  Mast. 

What ground ha'ye?  Within. 
coral.   Mast. 

Hell and confusion! coral? Luff, luff hard;  
Veare tack and hale your sheet abord, Boatswaine.  
Brace your Foresaile, bring her ith wind,  
Be yare mates, clap help a lee, bring her  whistels. 
Vpon her stays: Hell and confusion!  
We are upon the rocks of Asuara.   Zen. 
keep the led going.  Exit Zenon and Master. gull. 

What's my fate, is my fate, and it may conquer  groaning within. 
But I'll never yield too 't, nor sink while  
These oars can bear me through.    

Scena Quarta.  Enter Hiparchus and Pausanes. Hip. 
Loose the slaves, we want men to trim our sails.  Pau. 

Oh Hiparcus that we had but  
The Pluto here, to bustle with this storm  
She would have laid her bough boldly in,  
And c●eav'd a grown Sea with her brazen prow:  
This is a painted whore, her back too weak  
To bear her burden.   Hip. 

Hell upon her leeware jade shee's crank-sided too,  
Shee'll bear no sail; full, full, there.   helm. 
Done, done tis.  Hip. 
See how she sheer's to and again, full, full.  Pau. 
Shee'll not feel her helm; port hard.  Hel. 
Done' tis.  Enter Boatswaine. Boat. 

Whose at the helm, slave woo't bring our sails  
Into the wind, veare more sheet there,  
For heavens sake Gentlemen to your cabins and pray.  
Now mates stand to your sails, in with the lead there▪  
Hoh the Cunnerey due▪ west, steer dew-west,  Enter the King and Eucratia. 
W'are too far upon the lee shore, we shall never  
Weather the land, if we fall to the Southward  
We be lost, the westward has a safe Bay  
Wee'll bear up with the Land, full, full, ho!  
Cou●age Madam we have a tight ship  
And a stout ging, veare tack and hale in  
Your main sheet, more hands there, in with  
The foresaile.   Hip. 
Right, right yout helm.  helm. 
Done' tis.  Pau. 

Mates clear an Anchor to drop e're she strikes,  
Thus, thus.  Exeunt all but the King and Eucratia.  King. 

O ignorance of man! tis best seen  
In divers ways that knowledge runs▪ this their Art  
And wise direction, is to me distraction:  
Oh Madam let me add to these dangerous  
Multitude of waters my tears, that my repentance may  
Wash off this stain: 'tis not the Sea  
I sink under, but my faults to you.  
Can you forgive my blindness that has lead  
You into dangers, accursed be that traitor,  
villain that brought 'em to that extreme,  
Those a land I could have redeemed but this  
All these waters cannot prise.   Euc. 

Tis not dangers fright me, though yours bee joined  
To them, for which Heaven knows  
I have a pain, you proved such a friendly enemy:  
My grief concerns not myself now,  
For I'm onely in the power of heaven, and  
The gods are no less strong at Sea than land  
And though their wonders dwell i'th deep, yet  
Their mercies wait there too.   King. 

Oh divine Eucratia?  
Let me kneel to thee, and in this storm call  
Vpon thy name to save me.   Euc. 

Tempt not those powers which must protect us  
But join with me for my lost Sister poor Lucanthe,  
Who is not onely subject to this storm  
But the dangers too, with which a Traytors lust  
Begirts her, Oh Sir I know to die  
spotless is now her prayer, and all her wishes  
Include but what we pray against, a wrack.   King. 
She strikes Oh! we're lost, she strikes Oh.  Within, Oh, oh, oh. Enter Pausanes and Hiparcus. Pan. 

Man the Long-boate, not a man enters  
Till the King and queen be in; Sir descend the Ship strikes.  storm. 
The Long boat now is all our hopes.     


Actus Quartus Scena Prima.  Enter Gallippus with Lucanthe tied to his back and the knot in his mouth. 

THe fire of lust and warmth which that heat lent,  
Gave me strength to resist this coldness of the water▪  
And to my appetite and longings the power  
That saved me: If I can call back her life  
Ile sacrifice this lamb: To my back  
I made Zenon bind her, that shee might not  
Have her will ere I had mine, which was  
To die, the knot in my teeth I held, that when  
I could keep her no longer she might slip,  
For my love 'tis vowed to the living not the dead;  
And when I cannot what I woo'le, I woo'le  
What I can; to yonder sire which guided me to this safety  
I bear my load; when she begins to live  
I'll seem to die: And so I'll handle this chance▪  
And in oily words cloth this service,  
Faintly pleading pardon for my past faults  
As if I had onely life enough to tell her  
The obligation she owes, then if I find  
Her melt I'll by degrees I'll let her charity prevail  
And slowly seem to recover. But if she  
rejoice in my fall, and my prayers fail,  
By all the Gods her's shall not prevail.  Exit.   

Scena Secunda.  Enter the King, Eucratia Hiparchus and Pausanes all above. King. 

The storm begins to cease  
And this our miraculous deliverance  
Calls for a hearty and speedy sacrifice,  
Oh Sir look they swim still!   Euc. 

In charity as a sacrifice for our deliverance  
If it be possible save 'em, the youth  
That strikes the water with unskilful oars  
O save, save th'innocent.   Pau. 

Be at peace if it be in man  
Ile save him.   Hip. 
What do you mean?  Pau. 
To leap in.  Hip. 
Tis desperate.  Pau. 

Tis honest, nay tis honourable, and when  
Can a young man die better, or hope to have  
His end waited on with braver mourners,  
Thou seest I have hunted from danger to danger  
All my life but to find a name, or one  
To own me, and cannot compass it,  
Therefore to choose I'd leap into this danger  
From this glorious end I may in story,  
Therefore leave to counsel and leap in with me  
And let us through this as a thousand other  
Dangers to gather labour, then if I faint  
Hiparcus will be by, or if Hiparcus faint  
Am not I there? farewell, if thou wilt not follow.  He leaps in.  Hip. 

he's gone, Pausanes! friend steer thy course  
To yonder fire, there I'll meet; And  
If it be possible assist thy brave resolve.   King. 
ye Gods! what strange breed of men are these!   

Scena Tertia.  Enter Gallippus with Lucanthe in his arms. He carries her to the fire. gull. 

So here I'll rest my burden, she begins  
To recover her strength and reason works apace,  
She called for help but named no body  
But at large, gentle soldier help.   luke▪ 
Oh Save me, save me, gentle youth I'm betrayed▪  gull. 
again.  luke. 
ha! where am I? what place is this?  gull. 

Now Gallippus hid thy snares cunningly  
And then thou mayst catch this bide.  Gallippus lies down by her, and counterfeits himself dead.  luke. 

ha wet! Good heaven! now my fears  
return with my reason I remember  
The danger I was in by a storm at Sea  
ha! whats this? a man laid by my side?  
sleeps he, or is he dead? good heaven protect me  
How came I here? who's this Gallippus? he's so wicked,  
Me thinks his ashes should be dangerous,  He groans. 
hark he groans.  Enter Hiparcus.  Hip. 

Yonders the fire to which my friend will steer  
His desperate course. ha! what do I see?  
Lucanthe and Gallippus dead by her?   gull. 
Who's that named Gallippus, Zenon?  Gallippus stirs and when he sees Hiparcus rises. luke. 
Alive!  gull. 
Hiparcus! nay then my fate pursues me hard.  Hip. 

Art alive! ye Gods take this in sacrifice  He kneels and kisses her hand. 
Till I offer you.   luke. 

'tis he, 'tis the youth that saved me! Oh Sir  
Protect me from this ravisher.   Hip. 

If thou scap'st me now I'm strangely cursed;  They fight. 
do you stare?   gull. 
Shee's lost, I bleed apace.  Hip. 
I'm wounded.  They are both wounded. gull. 
Nay it has a mouth would it had this tongue in it.  Hip. 

You can fall when y'are not dead, if thou jests now  
Take that earnest.  Gallippus falls.  gull. 
Hold, I'm unfit for such a sudden, And it—  luke. 

Oh Sir, spare him a little time, to throw off  
That load that sinks him.   Hip. 

Oh Madam, to what a danger my mistake  
Of service brought you, are you not at war  
With all our Sex, for the treacheries of this villain?  Hiparchus as he speaks saints.  luke. 
How do you Sir? he faints.  Hip. 

I bleed a place, And I fear my wounds  
Are deeper then I apprehended, I feel a darkness  
Now begin to close mine eyes, Oh Madam, Madam!  He falls.  luke. 

He faints!  
Oh ye gods sand some aid and counsel  
To a wretched maid, whom ye have pursued  
with chains of fate▪ Oh that I had dyed  
E're I had seen my bliss, unfortunate Lucanthe  
To see my love thus in cradle bloody,  
As if 'twas born onely, to let thee know  
A cause of grief.  Enter judge.  judge. 

This way I heard some cry for help, and 'twas  
Mingled with the noise of Swords.  
What here a man wet and wounded? Good heaven▪  
Last n●ght thou little expected'st such a land fa●e  
More misery! whence are they? a woman too▪  
Tis some murder sure I'll take a sword  
Those that could so destroy their youth  
Won'not spare my age.   luke. 

What art thou father, that pittiest our sad fares  
Come hither and I'll teach thee how to mourn.   judge. 

Is he dead thou mournest rhus? let me see  
His wounds, hold up's head, he breathees, bow him forward.  
While I fetch a balsam, whose sovereign power  
If the vital parts be not perished will  
Restore his health.   luke. 

run, run, Oh my joy if thou diest, upon thy tomb  
I'll lay a Marble rough as thy fortune  
And on it sit fixed a living statue,  
Till with my tears I have pollish't it,   judge. 

So poure this balsam into his wounds, and bind  
It up and stay his head, while I go find  
The Hermits son, he shall help  
To bear him to our cabin.  Enter King, Eucratia, Sortanes, Hermit, and his son. with the bodies of Cicillia and Pausanes.  King. 

Bring 'em to yonder fire  
And while Eucratia applies her charity to the youth  
I'll assist Pausanes.   judge. 
Eucratia, who named Eucratia?  luke. 
Why, dost thou know Eucratia?  Iud. 
Know her? yes Lucanthe.  luke. 
Father?  Iud. 
Tis shee.  luke. 

Oh ye Gods your hands are visible  
Through all this change!   King 
What are those about the fire?  Eucratia goes to the fire and knows them Euc. 

Lucanthe and Theogenes. Oh Sir we are blessed  
Beyond our hopes.   Iud. 

Eucratia here too! Oh remove my doubts  
By what fate are we met thus strangely?   King. 

Twill ask a longer time Sir then her charity  
Now can spare to tell.   son. 

Father they are all acquainted and yet in my conscience  
They never appointed this meeting.   Herm. 

Whats here? a womans breast in a doublet?  In this time the Hermit is busy about Cicillia. 
Ladies some of your hands will be proper here  
This habit belongs not to the sex it clothes.   Euc. 
A woman?  Herm. 
Yes.  King. 
Sortanes have you never seen that face?  The King gazes and calls Sortanes, they know the face. for. 
Yes on my life.  King. 
Tis Cicillia.  Cic. 
Here, oh here, who called wretched Cicillia?  King. 

Madam your charity has found my Sister, my Friend,  
All that I call dear, and see if a cross fate  
Have not attempted to match her hence,  
Oh persist in your charity, and a little dispense  
With your joy, and try to save her.   Euc. 

If my blood could save her, to every vein,  
I would a passage give,& through that thousand streams  
Pursue her safety.   Herm. 

More of strong water,  The Hermit busy to save Pausanes. 
And give him leave to breath.   Euc. 
Here put on this loose rob, and hid her disguise  gull. 

Some Charitable hand convey me to Hiparcus  
That from my dying lips I may breath in  
Comfort: about my neck you'll find  
Two golden Medals which I took  
From his and Pausanes bosom.  
In which( I heard one Perseus tell  
Who that day fell) was writ their names  
And countries, which yet they know not.   judge. 
Perseus! who can tell tidings of the aged Perseus?  gull. 

I, At the sack of— he fell by my hands  
When I took those youths prisoners  
They called him Father. Oh! I feel I'm sinking.  
But whether, Oh whether? Mercy!  He dyes.  judge. The judge takes the medals from gull, bosom. 

These are the medals we hung about  
Our childrens necks, which of these two  
Was called Pausanes.   Euc. 
This.  judge. 

On thee then fall a blessing, but on thee  
My son a thousand thousand blessings;  
A weeping Father shall with penitent tears  
Call down.   Herm. 
What have I lived to see?  judge. 
Oh Lucauthe and Eucratia see your long lost brothers.  King. 

Though my part be strange, yet these wonders  
Make it seem nothing: there's such providence  
Ith' chances; How fares my Cicillia?   Cic. 

Oh brother can you forgive this fault?  
I heard some body name Pausanes,  
Where is he?   King, 
Here.  Cic 

There! and not come to Cicillia? Oh! my fears.  
Will end this wrack. speak,  
By all the honours of thy youth I conjure thee!  
Is he dead or no?   King. 
No upon my life he lives and is found a Prince.  Cic. 
O my brother, will you not then—  King. 

Why dost thou hid thy blushes in my bosom?  
thinkest thou I can be cruel to Cicillia?  
No, no, since I saw thee, I have felt thy pain  
And now can love too, but dare not promise  
I shall be fortunate.   Euc. 

Can I add to your joys? If I can:  
Let this Priest witness my vows to the King.   Herm. 

Will it please thee King to retire to my homely Cell,  
Tis free from storm unless you bring 'em with you,  
I've lived long there, yet never felt any  
Save what my sins brought: some skill too  
I have in herbs, and fortunate I thank the gods  
I have been in my attempt in Surgery.  
And hope they'll smile upon these Patients too.  
I find no danger of death amongst 'em,  
And when I have my Salvatory laid by  
Then I'll take up my Beads. For the Priest I see  
Must complete the joys of these happy pairs  
My interest in which I'll no longer hid.  
Oh speak Encratia thinkest thou the gods  
Will accept an offering from aged Memnons hand▪  
If thou thinkest they will, here I'll throw off  
My disguise: And from a Father and a Priest,  
Sir, receive her.   Euc. 
My Father?  judge. 
Memnon? my brother? Oh welcome!  King. 

Let me interrupt your joys, lest their excess  
Prove dangerous, and to the gods that have wrought  
This blessing, ler us pass to sacrifice.   Her. 

lead on Theogines, while we  
These young men bear off, on each of which  
A Virgin shall like their good genius wait.  
The story how we came to be thus happy  
Wee'll defer to a fitter time:  
When we have set these Prisoners free  
And proved Loves fetters liberty.   
FINIS.     

CLARACILLA: A Tragae-Comedy.  
As it was Presented at the Phoenix in Drury-Lane, by her Majesties Servants.  
Written by Tho. Killigrew. Gent.  
 
LONDON, Printed by Tho. coats, for Andrew Crooke, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the green Dragon in Pauls Church-yard.  
1641.   

The Actors Names.  
THe King. Appiusa Prince. A Prince. Melintus, Lover of Claracilla, 

sons to the Kings brothers.   Phi●emon, Friend to Melintus, Timiltus, Friend to Melintus. Silvander an usurper, in love with Claracilla.   Seleucus, A Lord, and favourite to the King, in love with Claracilla. Manlius, Two pirates disguised on Silvanders Party. Tullius. Ravack, A Slave. Claracilla, The princess, Olinda; A maid   

CLARACILLA.  


Actus Primus, Scena Prima.  Enter King, Appius, Selucus and Attendants. King. 

SElucus you know the soul of our design  
Lies in the speedy and silent execution  
Of the Plot, let us not presume in their security  
Till we fall in our own, but go, and when  
They have begird the place, give us notice that  
With our charge they may at once, fear and feel  
Their danger, and by us be clothed in ruin  
Ere they know whose livery they wear.  
This if Fortune be a goddesse and join  
With justice, and with her strength will assist  
Our industry, must be, for where justice  
Strikes, in what corner of the earth can victory  
hid herself, and that youthful hand  
Not find her.  Exit Selucus.  Ap. 

I should blushy at this  
If there needed more arguments to confirm  
I shall be victorious: then the reward  
Purposd, for had the Gods intended the far famed  
Clarac●lla's virtues a reward for treason,  
They would not then have left her virtue  
Such a guard, whose power hath stood  
Amongst Traytors, when yours fell upon  
The faith that bore it.   King. 

You oblige me Sir, and this sweetness  
Makes me beg you will be pleased to let me  
Once again call to your memory some  
Particulars of that tedious story  
My miseries made me recount to you; this traitor  
S●●vander, having by my love gained an interest  
And by my smiles climbed over the head of all  
●is fellowes, in the strength of this trust▪ grew  
T●● powerful for me, and in a battle where  
●● cause onely struck, got the day.   Ap. 

These are faults the Gods must punish,  
But his usurpation of the princess, and  
Intended rape, which in a marriage he labours,  
Are those that blow my rage.   King. 

Tis true, it has always been his aim,  
But his love by the gods appointed for his  
Punishment and our guard has given her a constant  
Power over him, which we have so directed  
That shee has prevailed with him to quit his greatest strength  
And retreat with her to this private villa  
Where now he remaines onely attended by some  
●ew troops of horse, this opportunity we owe  
Her pictie, that has put it in our power to strike  
●●● our revenge, and right again.   Enter Selucus. ●●●. 

arm Sir, and behold how in the obedience  
Of your command they are lost, ruin in silence  
Like growth steals upon them, th'are now empal'd  
And destruction hovers, yet undiscovered  
To the prey, but defer no time, for night makes  
H 〈…〉 cause hath such a glory  
Cast about the soldier, that it forceth day.  
And victory in the resolution waits  
But your command.   King. 
Sir pray be pleased to give These lost men their dooms, the signal's yours.  Ap. 
Tis an honour and I accept it, and thus give it, follow me.  Exit. King. 
And that soldier that shall refuse such a signal Let his weighty fears sink him where he stands, Come Selucus.  Exit. Sel. 
Come Selucus, had not wont to be the word upon a charge  

Of love, thy power hath disarmed me, or rather envy  
Hath disarmed my love, could it be else  
That I should stand thus unsold in Claracilla'● cause  
Whilst others guild their swords in her revenge, Charge,  
It could not be, hark how eagerly they pursue  
My misery, cruel honour puts me in, and tells me  
I lose my interest in her, unless by giving  
Wounds I pull on mine own.   ●●● Enter Melintus, Timillus, and Ia come. mell. 

Come Timillus let us hast to the Charge,  
Lest our friends believe fear declined our hast,  
And we are early enough, if we succeed,  
To let them see we have brought the wishes of friends.   Tim. 
Faith and if we do not succeed we shall find we came too soon, I am sure I shall in an overthrow, I am certain to get my share, when I list to want an enemy my friends shall knock me o'th head, for I thank my fates, Fortune has been as bountiful of her mischiefs to me as an enemy could wish, and that's but a hard condition youle say, for a man like mine that cannot ask rewards when he does well.  mell. 
Mention not that here, when rewards grow within thy reach, every daring forehead, and if Timillus dares not gather them a must go without.  Tim. 
You are ever thus snappish till I am angry, and then I fight to my own ruin not my enemies, one would think you might allow a man his humour, and not be forced to fight your quarrel, but he must fight your way too.  mell. 
Yes, yes, prithee no more.  Tim. 
Now my choler is up I shall strike, but like John of the clock house, that way my face stands; jacomo keep you out of the belfree.  mell. 
Leave this discourse now Timillus, and follow me.  Exit. Tim. 
And what wilt thou do jacomo.  Ia. 
Who I? follow my master.  Tim. 
No prithee let us be friends, choose some other place, for I am resolved to keep that myself, till I am beaten from it.  Ia. 
You are merry, but I have seen them clawd e're now that have taken it, but I hope youle find better fortune.  Tim. 
A pox of Fortune, she has no such thing as good or bad belongs to her, follow me, and if we gain the day I'legive her thee.  Charge. Exit. Enter Claracilla and Olinda. Olin. 
Fly Madam, these enemies bring your freedom.  Cla. 
Be constant Heaven.  Enter Silvander. Sil. 

What ho, Claracilla, gentle Claracilla  
Dost thou fly me too, nay then I'm lost indeed.  
Thou mightst have had mercy tho no love,  
And preserved me for thy own sake, for in this  
Fall of mine, thou hast a hand in ruining thy  
own Temple, nor canst thou after this ingratitude  
Be termed the just, however the faire Claracilla.   Enter ●itius. Within fly fly. Tit. 

Fly Sir, fly, all's lost.  
Nor is it courage but despair stays ye, when  
safety is already fled beyond the reach of men.   Sil. 

do thou fly fond wretch and in thy fate  
Thou runst to find how vain thy counsel is,  
No, Cla●acilla's cruel, I will not stir  
A foot that leads from danger, nor vainly  
Attempt to escape the hand of heaven, unless  
I could hid me from his eyes too.  Enter Melintus wounded. 
What art thou that wear'st such death  
About thee? and look'st as if  
Thou cam'st to put of thy habit here.   Silvander stands in amaze. mell. 

Tis not you I look for, 'tis something  
That shot from heaven before me, she appeared  
Like innocence herself striking in her own cause;  
Saw you not that star, did she not in her ascent  
pass this way— he minds not me   Melintus offers to go away. Sil. 

Tis so, this youth but saw her, and hes overcome,  
Stay, what ere thou art that once again  
I may see thy face, and read the story  
Which love and anger appears so mingled in.  
Now by all our gods, 'tis nobly writ, and had  
I met it when I commanded fortune, I would  
Have studied thee, and by obligations have grafted  
Thee my friend, but since that power is gone  He draws his Sword. 
By this and my name, I command thee be my Priest,  
Know Silvander the unfortunate calls thee back.   mell. 

Silvander, Oh ye Gods, what power ye give  
To treason, that name hath dispersed the cloud  
That passion threw betwixt him and the revenge  
Of a Fathers murder called unfortunate as wicked,  
What fate ruled thee thus to call me back.   Sil. 

prithee youth no noise;  
I was a traitor, but true to our King  
And yet his power commanded me, and  
Could my love to Claracilla have consented  
To have won such a jewel in less then  
A crown, or been satisfied to have seen her  
Whom I preferred before the Gods, stood second to any  
Thou in all thy wounded faith which thus adorns thee,  
Shouldst not have out-shind me this day in loyalty.   mell. 

Love and treason mixed, know, though thou  
Hast proved thyself a cunning chemist  
In attempting to destroy that noble body,  
Yet I have that here shall in spite of all thy  
Adulterate mixtures restore and fix it, guard thee.   Sil. 

prithee threaten not, for tho I prophesy  
Thou bring'st my winding sheet, yet thou shalt see  
My smiles with scorn wreathe it about me,  
And yet I mean not to fall unlike a soldier  
Nor be butted without my rights about me,  
My Sword upon my breast thus, and therefore guard thee.   mell. 

Guard me, tis the office of the gods▪ to kill thee  
Is to do the execution, and the way  
As safe as that the Ministers of justice  
Tread, and were it as noble as just, I would  
Command thee hold thy neck,  
But I scorn such ways to my revenge,  
And therefore will take an equal try all.   Sil. 

This youth must overcome, Honour  
And justice both strike for him! and though  
I fall I shall live in his famed!   mell. 
yield and your person's safe, for 'twas Against your cause, not you.  Sil. 

And ere this darkness hath quiter shadowed  
Me, he are my story, that as thou hast punished▪  
My treason thou mayst pitty my misfortune;  
And thus when I am gone report of mo,  
Silvander bowed to a cruel power, who  
When he had offerdall, that a lovers though  
Could compass and the power of a King  
worn onely to serve in, when that power  
lessened, and my offering a came to be in the heart,  
Not hand, and my prayers because unperfum'd,  
unheard, and I the offerer  
Thus made the sacrifice; O gentle youth▪  
Would any bow to such a power as files  
us in our miseries, or worship that Image  
Which thus falls upon her Priest?   〈…〉 mell. 

unfortunate indeed, as all men are  
That build upon faults, but I will not say I pitty the●▪  
For where a King once grew, to sow pitty  
Is the worst of changes. Exit. Enter Appius and Selucus   Sel. 

This way Sir he went, if he me mortal,  
But his stay's so short, that we but seem  
To follow in the tract he makes.   Ap. 
Let us lose no time then in overtaking him That we may assist his work.  Sel. 

I will not fight a foot further that way  
If there be no enemies backward, He make some,  
Death, He not take Mars his leavings in the field   Ap. 

Come Selucur turn this fire the right way,  
And 'twill light thee to find out honour.   Sel. 

It has don't, but to day she is too busy  
In obeying one mans fortune that my wounds  
Are not current to purch●se her.   Ap. 

We are sure he is this way, for heer's his mark,  
Where ere he goes he makes death his character,  
Know ye this that bears it.   Sel. 

Know him! yes, this stroke killed not a traitor  
But treason itself fell here, this is Silvander,  
And he's gone— envy be not prophetic, aims  
Beyond a crown, it must be Claracilla;  
Then ye gods whether else tends this youth flight,  
Or what but she can satisfy, when a King  
Cannot, this doubt makes me  
Pursue him through a dangerous knowledge.   Exit. Enter Cloracilla and Mel●●●us following her. ●●●. 

Sure this stranges knows me not, be pursues me  
As if I were part of the enemy.   mell. 

O stay, for know since I have once again seen  
My fate Ile read it, what ever it be, tis  
Written in so faire a book— s●e unconfident  He kneels. 
Of my arms I beg your stay, he begs that  
Dealt death as oft as wounds to his opposers  
In thy pursuit your fears wrong me, he  
That dares fight with men will not war with beauty  
And this sword that hath cut through so many  
Fates this day to find mine own, tremble not;  
For it hath ever b●en the servant of justice not cruelty.   Cla. 

Sir, I know not guilt enough to beget a fear,  
Yet if you mean me no harm why do you  
Pursue me, and neglect th'advantage fortune threw  
Vpon your daring youth, have you such choice  
Of honour, you scorn to stoop for this, that you  
Have ventured so far for, what dress would you we are?  
What beauties would your youth put on to make it  
Lovely, when those wounds a crown and conquest  
Cannot satisfy, when the heart thinks these?  
No harvest, where would thy sword sow thy hazards  
To reap one more glorious.  He rises,  mell. 

Faire soul go on, and whilst you blame the effect  
Ile read the cause, and thus look upon the conquest  
crown and reward I struck for, if ever I  
Have triumph it must pass through those Arches  
In gentle smiles, and whilst I enjoy this happiness  
Let the crown and laurel pass by, as the lesser  
Good, nor would I give this to possess the blessings  
That attend them all.   Cla. 

Heaven grant this fruit be from a noble stock  
And yet tis safer' t●ere not, for I fear  
I am not proof against such virtue, 'twas the dress  
My Melin●●● wore when he appeared most comely  
Nor need I doubt him, for never honour grew  
Where 'twas not sowed, Sir you forget your wounds,  
They exact a care.   mell. 

No faire one, I am now powring balm into them  
And could I hope you would afford this way  
Of cure, 'twould be one health, to not be healed,  She turns away. 
Why do you turn away; and let my truths  
Fall ere they reach your ears, is it your fears  
That would remove you, let this secure you  
Tho I appear in this bloody dress more like a Priest,  
Yet I am a sacrifice, and that sacrifice  
Which once was acceptable to you.   Cla. 

Sure I have heard that voice, Sir for heavens sake  
Wound me not with doubt; who are you?   mell. 

Are there no lines in all this misery  
That you can call to mind— nor the Print  He pulls a patch from his eyes. 
Of one joy which you set there.   Cla▪ 
Oh yes there is.  She leans on him and weeps. mell. 

Oh Claracilla— soul of honour, why do you not  
In charity quit your virtue, 'tis single here  
That I may throw off my pain.   Cla. 

Oh Melintus, you must not wish it, Melintus  
Can bravely suffer, he is a soldier, loves  
soldier, but honours Leader— let me weep  
My soul into thy noble breast, this payment  
I can make to none but to thyself, those tears  
That were due to absence, sadness paid thy memory:  
Oh let me rest upon thee, my joys are  
Too great a load to bear— and feel how this  
Melintus here, beats to meet Melintus there.   mell. 

Oh ye Gods, tis paradise sure, the way was so rugged  
That leads to it.   Cla. 

'tis a great power we serve, nor is it more  
seen in his punishment that partend us  
Then in this reward, but let us not my soul  
Be two expressive in our joys, it may  
Displease those powers that have been thus favourable,  
And my Melintus had not wont to sacrifice unto  
himself, and so forget the gods.   She offers to go from him▪ mell. 

Oh gentle Claracilla remove not from me,  
For you mistake the posture, the breast is  
Loves altar, and the seat of friendship, and  
For sacrifice, is not Claracilla a fuller  
Offering in either kind●, then a Cake or Spice  
But I submit for Melintus shall never know  
A reason to contradict Claracilla.   Cla. 

Yet let us remember what we owe to your safety  
The care of your wounds too, but that I know  
Melintus ever placed dangers behind his love  
I should ere this have prompted you to a care of—   mell. 

For my wounds the cause will heal them, to me  
You owe nothing for your deliverance; your freedom  
Grew here, and your enemies mistaking the place  
In search of my dangers digged it out▪ and you  
Shall find this truth in the beauty of the scars they leave.  
Oh Claracilla thy faith makes me smile through all this blood—  
But hark, I hear we are pursued, this upon  
Your faire hand, and then let me hid my love  
And hame under my disguise.   He puts on his patch. Cla. 

'tis good night Melintus, now thou hast put out  
The light and like love himself th'art blind.  
And thou art all I worship of that god.   Enter Appius and Selucus. Sel. 

See where he stands, my fears were true  
The Prince●●● in his hand too, he holds her like  
His prey is the foot— Sir tho you fought well  
Yet this Lady will not prove your reward,  
She cannot be a Prisoner here.   mell▪ 

What I did well was rewarded in the f●●●;  
And for this Lady I am so far from hoping  
She should be my prisoner, that I would  
Have suffered all the misery of war  
●'re struck one blow against her freedom▪   Sel. 

Here is a Prince, whose youthful Ere 〈…〉  
With desire to serve you through thousand haz●●ds  
Hath this day courted your favour, and in his hand  
You will seem more aptly worn.   Ap 

Madam, tho friendship seem to direct, you  
Have an interest that commands here, and tis  
Honour enough, if you please to let me kiss your hand.   Cla. 

Sir, Civilities are always fruitful, and beget  
Civilities if they meet with honour, which I hope  
Shall not be wanting to give a growth to what  
You venture here.   mell. 

Madam I see 'tis not my opinion onely  
But this Lords too, that I am unworthy of this honour.   Cla. 
I fair be an honour wear it you first seemed it.  Sel. 

Will you make your hand the reward of fortune  
And scatter your favours so that they be had▪  
For stooping, is that an honour due to the first comer▪  
If so I grudge it not, for such favours, and  
Vpon such ties he may wear it, else  
I should be loathe to stoop to he●, that bows to him,   Cla. 
You are insolent.  mell 
Thus Madam be pleased to accept your due, 〈…〉 and then  

Give me leave to exact mine— Sir, let not your interest  
Here, and the opinion you have but a single enemy  
Make you presume to injure 〈…〉 or so  
Mistake my bounty as to think I have thrown●  
m blood away in va●●tie, for th● I s●t.  
No price upon my wounds, and contract not for  
Killing of a traitor, yet I can tell  
Whether I am bid faire or no when I have don't,  
'tis nobler far to give a courtesy  
Then sell it under, do you smile? it may be  
You have had good markets, and such weak chapmen  
For those good few deeds you have done.   Sil. 

Yes, but if you were from this place, I would make  
Thee pay dear for one, which should on thy  
Heart writ thou wert but my Factor, and all the honour  
Thou art dect with, but my store.   mell. 

You promise to yourself too faire, and noises  
Fright onely when we are ignorant of the cause  
And there's too much in thee, to have a dangerous death.   Ap. 

Hold Selucus— Sir when you know his good  
You will pardon this ill, nor do I mean it  
An injury to show by his envy what value  
He sets upon your glories, and I make  
No doubt, when his reason hath purged this choler  
From his honour, you'll find him a healthy friend  
And his acquaintance, nor subject to these sickly passions  
If he does as of a surety command my faith  
To make this good.   mell. 

Sir I can easier bear injuries that I deserve not,  
Then receive obligations that I cannot pay;  
For injuries have a curse growing within my reach,  
But obligations I must suffer under their weight,  
If you propose not the remedy.   Ap. 

Come embrace, Selucus had not wont  
To hate the person of an enemy, much less  
Fall in love with injuries, especially when jealous  
Honour begets them upon mistakes amongst friends.   Selucus salutes him and speaks by. Sel. 

Love and honour, farewell to both,  
My ends are the gods Ile worship now, and my nets  
Once thrown, Ile catch them tho they swim in blood.   Enter King and Attendants. Cla. 

See my royal Father, and I have reaped  
My blessings ere I have paid my offering,  
Thus to the gods, I bow in pious obedience here to you   King. 

Welcome dear Claracilla, rise, twice born  
To a crown, twice parent,& twice the issue of my joys  
And merit all the blessings that my prayers  
Sacrifice can call down upon thee, and you Sir  
To whom we stand thus obliged for unmerited favor●  
Since you have left no other way to return  
Take the blushes you have begot, and be pleased  
To let us know your name and country, that  
Our grateful mentions may not fall like darts  
thrown at nothing, sure 'tis a grateful one  
That has such store of virtues, that the can spare  
From her helm such a Pilot in the course of honour   mell. 

Your pardon royal Sir, for disobeying your command,  
My Country I dare not tell, for as my parent  
I would hid her name, and my name is, where  
Tis known so displeasing, that I dare not  
Venture it here, where I would remain▪  
An humble servant.   King. 

Come my Claracilla,  
Let not the heart forget to sacrifice  
unto the hand, thus acknowledging to the means  
And forget the power that commands them, but remember  
That the gods though they are oft times seen▪  
But in the success and latter end of things, yet their  
Place is first, and ought to be so in our worship.   mell. 
In the morning I shall beg leave to visit you  Cla. 
I hope so.  Exit. mell. 

Sure I have surprised my joys, they had not wont  Enter Timillus. 
To come thus naked, thus like Angels, whose  
clothing is all we see, the rest is mystery—  
My friend! pardon when I forget myself if thou  
Appearst lost in my joys.   Sel. 
He is alone, and something Ile do, but stay▪ 〈…〉 who's this?  Tim▪ 
prithee call thy bide back again; for mine is flown, that we may have something to trust to; this is the comfort of a Comrade, a man may go halves, and be both savers.  Mell. 
Thou art wounded.  Tim. 
Why do you wonder I should get a wound, I wonder I got no more, I am sure I have been where f●●er have been dealt ere now, and yet more has fallen to my share, but by this hand I am glad thou hast got some of Fortunes goods, as they call them by this ●●acke— I had a smock too, but it tore in taking up, what are those that stand so at distance, are they enemies or none.  M●l. 
Where? no.  Tim. 
Why then they are worse, for they are friends that will be.  mell. 
Th'are enemies to nothing but this daies fortune▪ For yet they know not me.  Tim. 
Enemies to nothing but this dayes fortune, I prithee what subject is there else for their hate, or wish but the wounds, and those are things I believe few covet else on my conscience, one or other would have had mine e're this time.  Sel. 
I must take some other time.  Exit. mell. 
They are gone.  Tim. 
Let ●m go— and now prithee tell me— what was that— that shee— that went in, as thou lov'st me let her no● be ransomed, till I have hung these ●et●er● about ●er for a night▪ by ●his hand wee'll share.  mell. 
Dost thou know what thou hast said?  Tim. 
Wh●● I have said, no nor yet do care, but pray what 〈…〉▪  mell. 
That which tho●l● be ashamed of when 〈◇〉 know'st of whom.  Tim. 
Why, I have not lied Melintus, and for the who in woman, tis a thing I look not after when mine eye is pleased, the Sex blesseth all the rest, the who, and what belongs to those fools inquires, that hunts marriage.  mell. 

Come you will be ashamed when you shall know  
This is that Claracilla, that thou hast heard me  
In tears so often mention, that virtue  
Which thou so admird'st from my relation, and whose  
Noble sweetness hath made kindred and duty  
To my King the least ties of the love and respect I beate her.   Tim. 
She is honest then— and no hope left by this hand, I'll be overcome hereafter and get more by it then such a conquest where a man gets nothing but could honour. do you hear Melintus though she be a virtue as you call it. I hope there is a 'vice belongs to her.  mell. 

prithee put off this humour; repined at the  
Growth of honour; sad because a faire woman's honest.   Tim. 
No Sir, I am glad she is honest because it seems honesty pleaseth you, but an honest woman to me ●● a book I could never read in, nor can I imagine why we should study them, they are secrets that reach but to one mans knowledge, and the best of them ●●● worst, a knowledge whose birth is ignorance, and Ile not traffic for such commodities as are not vendible; and by this day, the very thought shee should be faire and honest, hath made me dry, look how white I spi●; ●●● me go that I may be drunk and forget the s●d cause.  mell. 

drunk thou canst not, thou hast a leak will preserve thee  
Twill pass ●re it come to fuming, you had best ●ooke to that.   Tim. 
That, what? Who pox I can s●op ●●a● with my finger.  mell. 

Come prithee leave thy fooling, and let me see't  
I hope tis not dangerous.   Tim. 
No, no, never fear it, this narrow lane will not prove my highway to heaven.  mell. 

prithee come away▪ then we shall be observed  
To be so long together.   Tim. 

Hang observers, I'm sure they'll be yours, for  
I ne're had any.   Exit.  

Actus Secundus.  Enter Manlius, Tullius and Dion. Man. 

STrip those slaves, and to the bank chain the Cowards  
Slavery, 'tis no new thing to such as fear,  
And Tull●us loose that Rhodian on the Starboard bank;  
Me thought that fellow looked as if he were  
Not justly yoked with misery, in the heat  
Of the fight I saw him shake his chain, like  
A fierce Dog held from the chase.   Tul. 
Sir.  Man. 

urge me no more, Iustice as well as blood  
Has an interest in the revenge I take,  
And that makes it healthy, tho it may be  
That which anger hunts would taste as sweet.   Enter Philemon. Tul. 

Sir your pardon, tis my ignorance in the cause  
Of your displeasure made me mediate for them.   Man. 

And because Tullius shall not think that Manlius  
Would in misery expect, the compassion  
That he would not give, you shall know why.  
I refuse these my Country men in misery  
The mercy I found from thee in mine.   Tull. 

Sir not that I doubt you have one; but the desire  
To know it makes me beg you would relate  
The cause, Tullius can be but faithful  
When he has heard it, and that I hope is  
Not to be questioned now.   Man. 

Know then in that day when treason flew above  
Iustice, and false Silvander enriched by his masters trust  
Out-vyd t●e noble King with his own bounty  
Who too late found his love had not bread a friend  
But begot a traitor, 'twas upon that day  
The brave Thisander fell, the interest I had in this fault  
Heaven I hope hath pardoned as well as punished;  
But to be short, our party having gained the day,  
The crown, and beauty that attended it,  
The faire Claracilla fell into the hands  
Of false Silvander, where her virtues by daily seeing  
Them, dispersd the cloud ambition had set betwixt  
My loyalty and me, and then too late  
I repented what I had done, yet not willing  
To despair before I had attempted something;  
I undertook an act, which if heaven had smiled on  
Might have redeemed my forfeit honour, 'twas  
To heal the wounds I made with the blood of  
The surprised traitor, whose fall I had decre●d  
In the midst of all these false glories.   Tul. 
How came it justice was so absent to her own cause.  Man. 

His sins it seems were not ripe, nor this pument  
That heaven designed him, which by this I hope  
Is fully paid, but the particular, one night  
Being in the princess chamber contriving  
Her escape, which we resolved should be e're  
I gave the blow, a guard seized me and no cause given  
I was sent to my ruin as he designed  
Thete your gratitude preserved me afterwards  
Learnt the occasion, that these men whom fortune  
Now has given into my power urged the lust-burnt traitor  
To a rape upon the princess,& with a forced marriage  
Counseld him to confirm his title, and blew in his  
ear that there was love betwixt the princess and me  
Which if his care removed not, would prove  
A hindrance to his design, and from this  
Grew this necessity, which made me receive  
The command my better fortunes gave your merit;  
Now be you judge whether or no they see Iustice  
In this punishment.   Tul. 

'tis visible they bow under a weight  
That justice hath laid upon them, and my galley  
Is both a prison and Sanctuary.   Phi. 
Is this Manlius, and this the cause of his disgrace.  Man 

But see the slave I sent for, Tullius  
Was he bought or taken?   Tul. 

'tis one of that Gang defended the Rhodian  
When we lost so many men in fight.   Man. 

I remember the story, but how came it  
He was left when you sold the rest.   Tul. 

They did not like the price, besides he was dogged  
And that made me put him to the oar.   Mon. 
Of what country art thou, and thy name▪  Phi. 

Of no country, no● no name in chains;  
Slave— is a being— that what has been, is  
Of no force against, else my name and country  
Are no● things to be ashamed of.   Man. 

Ye● if you think they have power to gain your freedom  
Y'are too blame to keep them hide.   Phi. 

I have vowed not to discover till I have my freedom, and  
I will not.   Man. 
Why so doggedly?  Phi. 

Why not, what is there in my fortune that need● fear  
A worse condition, or what danger in a slave  
Worth your consideration what he says, it you da●e  
Venture a good deed give me credit for one,  
And set me free.   Man. 

No, no, we must not be forced to a benefit▪  
Tullius command thy galley to put from shore  
And lie loose to night to be ready if there be  
Occasion offered, we will stay a sho●e to night  
And expect what issue this dayes trouble hath.   Exit. Phi. 

Yes I was of the Rodian gang, and chief  
Tho you know it not, and had our seconds been men  
Of souls and not made up of fears, might have  
played your parts now, to what a misery of condition  
I am fallen; the last M●xt because I was wounded  
No body would buy me, the soul of a slave  
In their esteem not weighing down his limbs;  
ye god either sand me liberty, or take  
Your gifts again, honour and h●r issue courage;  
Iustice! faithfulness are of no use to me,  
Who would be judged by a slave, courage ●n chains  
What can it hurt, ●●to be faithful of what use  
When we are not trusted? Oh my fate, why was  
I born free? Had I been bread a slave I  
Could have sung in my chains, nay to have perished  
In them had been dying in my calling, but to fall  
From greatness, and without a fault be punishd  
With the guilty, nay where the guilty scape.  
False Rhodes my curse kindle a fire within thee,  
The freedom that my soul brought thither threw me  
Into her dangers, which their cowardice  
Had made such certain ruin in their apprehension  
That not one amongst them had man enough  
To look upon their fears, I then a God was held  
Because I durst venture this to become a sacrifice. Exit.  Enter Sel●cus souls.  Sel. 

ye gods by what ways or marks should men  
Follow what is good, when virtue herself  
Does not always keep one path, when Claracilla  
Which has all I know of virtue, shall quit  
The godlike attribute of truth, and the guard  
Which innocence secures her from impious men with,  
And fly for safety to an excuse, she denyd  
My visit at the price of a lie, and at  
That rate of sin bought a strangers company;  
Olinda assures me he's at this time with her:  
But why do I thus without danger bark  
Against him, and let this three without a roote thus lie  
That can bear me no more fruit stand in my prospect?  
It shall not, I will see her, and since she can  
So put off her honour, as to lie for one man,  
Who knows but she may lye with more?  Exit. Enter Melintus and Claracilla.  mell. 

You have now heard all the passages of my life  
Since that sad day we partend to this happy hour  
Which if poor Philemon had lived to see  
How happy had we three been.   Cla. 

Have you not heard of him, since his loss at Rhodes?  
do you believe him dead?   mell. 

My love makes me believe what I fear, for he  
Had many wounds, besides I know his ransom  
Would have pleased the Conqueror better then his bond  
For they were pirates, but no more of this  
Sad subject now.   Cla. 

Oh Melintus grow not weary of mentioning a friend,  
Tho it be sad 'tis joy, and let that bear  
The weight, had Philemon lived to have seen me  
And Melintus lost; we should have butted our dayes  
In your story ere suffered thy name to have passed  
Vnmention'd, Philemon to his friend a lamb  
And in such softness he always wore his lions heart;  
Philemon whose youth had growth with us, a plant  
By the same hand set, a flower from our own stock;  
And all his sweetness a kin to us, and we  
Ought to be allied to his misfortunes, but why do▪  
Teach Melintus, tis boldly done to give laws to him▪  
That is such a master in the rights of friendship.  She weeps.  mell. 

To let you see I love Philemon, I do not grudge  
Him that precious due, and gentle Claracilla,  
witness my soul hath one consent with yours,  
See I can bear you company in your own Sex.   Cla. 

Oh ye gods he weeps; Melintus weeps  
What agony must this noble youth feel  
When his soul sweats such drops, pardon me for  
Thus stirring thy grief.   mell. 

do not think I left the subject because  
I was weary of the discourse, or could  
Enough mention Philemon that durst be my friend  
When 'twas certain ruin, and now hes dead,  
I break no trust to tell you the cause was a greater  
Tie then any effect it had, know Philemon  
Was in love with Claracilla, and 'twas with Claracilla.  
And not himself, for when by my trust he  
Found your softness and received impression  
From my constant love, and you were pleased to call me  
Your Melintus, I became his too, and to serve us  
In our wishes was all the heaven he aimed at:  
And now my soul either you must confess me  
unworthy or else grant such daring courage  
And such fearful love as Philemon commanded  
Could never sink from the soul of Melintus.   Cla. 

Since Melintus hath begun, take my confession too;  
Know I saw it long ago and decreed  
Rewards of friendship for the noble youth,  
For when 'twas beyond my power to cure, it had  
been cruelty to have enquired the pain, and therefore  
Would not see what I pitied, and now  
You have all the secret of my heart, those of joy  
This friendship multiplies, and those of grief  
Thus thou divid'st thy pain—   Enter Olinds mell. 
Oh lay thy whole weight here.  ●●●. 

Madam, Selucus upon earnest business,  
As he pretends, will see you.   Enter Selucus. Cla. 
How will see me, tell him—  Cel. 

Nothing, he knows too much Madam,  
Tho when my anger, which envy and your cause  
Begot, was grown to such a destructive height  
That I could not rule it, till it had found  
My own ruin in your frown. yet a Souldiers  
envy is no sin, nor ought this anger  
Be punished by his friends, wh●● be appears  
Not in love with his fault, nor seeks to justify it  
This day I beg leave to crave your pardon  
For my offence, you refusd my visit, and made  
An excuse to admit this; Madam 'twill be no glory  
To you, that you could withstand these sieges, which  
Silvander and myself laid against you  
By many services when it shall be known  
You were o'ercome by a single one, and yielded  
At first sight.   Cla. 

Selucus when I take you for my friend Ile  
Take your counsel, and not till then for the  
Services you urge they have been always dressed  
So in commands that they appeared unbecoming.   Sel. 

Madam, you did not look with equal eyes  
Vpon them, else their passion would have appeared  
Their greatest beauty, I never spoken  
Loves language more then when I was least a Poet.   Cla. 

The love of Subjects is the reward of duty,  
And those whom we pay we do not thank;  
The hireling ought to serve.   Sel. 

Madam, you speak as if I served for bread,  
And forget that Subjects are heavens servants,  
And 'tis the gods that appoint us Kings, and I  
Am doomed to it, not want that makes me wear  
The livery of subject, which you are not exempt fro●▪  
But I wonder what mighty Prince this is  
That thus vouchsafes to hid himself.   Cla. 
This is insolence here.  mell. 

Your pardon Madam tis my Q. your Sex cannot strike.  
And 'twas the respect which this place claims made me  
Stand thus long his mark, now to you who this  
Second time with scorn looket upon my temper,  
When a calm has hide it, know in the best  
Of all thy ill acts thy love, thou art a ●●ave  
That durst hope this princess would be food for servants;  
And tho thy fawning on thy masters feet  
Have been cherished so that thou hast left  
Their crumbs there, and art now set by hins  
Snatching at his own dish.   Sel. 
This to me.  mell. 

Yes to thee, which hast now begun thy ●a●  
Which I prophesy will end at his throat,  
Nor are such degs strange in this state▪ remember  
Yesterday when one of that hated breed  
Fell unpitied.   Sel 
Sure you do take me for a coward, you durst not urge me thus else.  mell. 

No Sir that would secure you, nor do I believe  
Tho you have many faults, coward any of them.   Sel. 
Ile wait you in the garden.  Exit. mell. 

Ile follow you—  
Madam let not this threatened storm fright you,  
Your interest lies in the security  
Of my innocence which cannot fall here,   Cla. 

Oh that Melintus would hear my reasons  
For what I say, e're accuse me for having  
Too much woman in my suite, and then  
I would tell him he must not fight, at least not now.   mell. 
Not fight? my honour is concerned.  Cla. 

And my honour is concerned 'twill look like  
Fighting for me, I hope Me●intus will not  
Set that at stake against opinion, especially  
When his courage is so far from being a question  
It is become a proverb, besides tho ye conquer  
ye are lost, you see his interest in my father  
Makes him not look with justice on your merits,  
And to kill his creature may threaten your own ruin  
But these arguments have their period in fears still,  
And therefore Ile not urge the reasons they bring  
As of force against the danger that honour threatens.   mell. 

And those that come not so attended are commands  
To Melintus who covets onely to keep his beauties  
That you may not be put to make excuses for your love.   Cla. 

Then gently thus let me prevail with you  
To appoint a further day to determine this angry question,  
Whilst I acquaint my father with his ambitious hopes  
Which he not dreams are levelled at me, and  
Consequently the crown, Ile tell him of  
His insolence here, and at that battle, then urge  
The late treason and bid him call to mind  
The ●●ngers that Traytors hopes threaten  
Which sprung from this roote, I know 'twill startle  
His soul, and if it fail, to ruin him,  
Yet 'twill take the edge o'the Kings faith off  
From what he says, and with jealous eyes will  
look upon his growing greatness, and when  
He is thus shooke, thus partend from the Cedar  
That shelters him, then let thy justice power  
A storm upon his head, and now by the power  
Melintus hath given me, I command him deliver  
His honour for a time into my protection;  
This( if I have not appeared too careless  
Of mine own) you cannot deny me.   mell. 

You have o'ercome me, take my honour, which  
I have preserved through thousand hazards  
I freely give it to you, and now rest  
Secure, I am yours for ever, for my love  
And honour being gone, what rests it fit for now,  
I will not meet this angry man, his insolence  
Shall have justice on her side, and I will give  
Him cause to scorn me.   Cla. 

Melintus shoots his presents, and then they wound,  
Not oblige, courtesies done unwillingly  
Is throwing the frozen into the fire, where  
Too much heat kills the charity, and proves  
But altering, not rescuing the danger.   mell. 

Pardon decrest if you find me unvers'd  
In the way that leads to dishonour, for tho  
I submit to your reason, yet Selucus  
Nor the world to whom he will barely tell  
The thought will not know what argument  
With-held me.   Cla. 

Pray obey me without dispute  
And I hope this cloud is all that is left  
Of many that loured upon our joys, and we  
Shall see a clear evening yet to crown our wishes fare well   Exit. Enter Selucus. Sel. 

Hence love, and thy pale due be gone,  
Revenge and her be autious purple, 'tis to thee I bow  
Love cannot now reach my ends, tho at first  
I stalk'd with it, 'twas indeed a proper nurse  
And rocked the cradle, whilst my designs were young,  
But now they walk alone, waited on by resolutions  
And confident of their strength: I need not thy suck  
Nor milky miracles to confirm my faith  
Nor ought they meant tho ill be laid to me  
For to dare, speaks the great soul, not the success,  
For Prophets well seen in things to come  
Have been themselves o'er taken with an unknown doom  
But stay, the business now in hand requires  
My being present here— ●'are something slow  Enter Melintus. 
In justifying, tho quick in doing injuries,  
Sure you believe me, the dog you called me;  
You would not have made me wait thus else.   mell. 

'tis true, injuries are things I am slow  
To justify as commit, they are commonly  
The children of choler, and such bastard issue  
Shames the parents, and if through weakness  
At any time I get them, I hid them  
If I can with satisfaction.   Sel. 

Words are too near a kin to heal words, your sword.  
Hath a more certain cure; and I repair to that,  
Draw; do ye not understand the word? draw.   mell. 

First hear me, that I came uninvited  
And now am going without taking leave,  
shows 'twas choice put me upon these hazards  
Not necessity, and that I dare fight  
I have it written in my face, here under  
My enemies hand to witness, and such torn ensigns  
Till t●● bearer fi●d no dangers let that satisfy  
'tis not fear binds my hands,& yet I will nor fight.   Sel. 

'twas the cause I see gave you fire, and I  
Am ashamed to call that man enemy, which I must  
Twice bid draw his sword, which do, or Ile kill thee.   mell. 
I will not fight.  Sel. 
You will not fight, by my life Ile kill thee then.  mell. 

When I will not fight any one may do it,  
But when I will you cannot, and once again  
I tell thee I will not fight, nor darest thou kill me.   Sel. 

Not dare! Why what hast thou about thee that  
Can protect thee from the justice that this brings.   mell. 

Thou hast about thee that protects me, and the  
I hate thee, yet I can be just.   Sel. 

do me justice and not speak it, and if that s●●  
Be in thy power, draw her sword, 'tis her proper  
emblem, or by my anger thou art lost, nor shall  
This near kind of Coward save thee, turn and do not  
Tempt me, turn I say, or by him that rules  
The day Ile kill thy famed too, with a cowards wound in thy back.   mell. 

Thou darest not do it, I know thou wilt not  
Take so little for thy honour, it cost thee too dear  
To be sold so cheap, to take a naked life  
That's undefended fort, thou seest I am  
resolved not to fight to day, so bound by resolution  
That coward could not loose it, therefore in vain  
Thou temptst me.   Sel. 

Why the devil did you take this reslution  
Against me that long to fight with thee.   mell. 
'tis but for a time.  Sel. 
Will you then hereafter.  mell. 

Yes by all my hopes, and nothing but t●is  
Resolution then in thee shall protect one of us   Sel. 
Till this fit be over then, Ile leave you,  Exit. mell. 

'tis strange having both one business, our way  
Should lie so several, Claracilla thy commands  
Can put me into any form that can bow me thus.  Exit.  Enter Carillus▪ Sel, 
Was the Prince in the garden when, you left him  Car. 

Yes my Lord and he had newly partend  
With the King, he's this morning to make his visit  
To the princess, your Lordship is appointed by the King  
To accompany him.   Sel. 
You saw not Olinda since.  Car. 
No my Lord.  Sel. 

go find her, and tell her of this visit,  
Bid her single herself from the company  
Tell her I must speak with her this morning,  Exit Carillus. 
Claracilla will think me very bold  
To dare thus soon to press into her presence,  
But no matter, her thoughts have now no power  
To punish me that have set myself free:  
Nor will I again stand in awe of ought  
But what power that does create the cause  
As well as beget the fear, that power that made  
Fate fail, and yet his servant; there I will  
Pay all I have for fear, here to tremble  
Is to fear the idol I myself have made.  Exit. Enter Claracilla, and Olinda.  Ol. 

Madam the Prince without attended with  
Selucus desires to kiss your hand.   Cla. 

wait him in, this Prince is in report a man  
Of noble soul, I guess his business, and  
Must with pain impose, that which will sound  
What depth of honour is in him— he comes.  Enter Appius and Selucus.  Ap. 

Now this storm is blown over, which thus long  
In clouds has hide your virtues, and you  
Begin to break like yourself to us Appius is come  
Tho unconfident in the success labouring  
With ambitious hopes to beg you will give  
The services of his life, leav● to wait  
Vpon your happy dayes.   Cle. 

Noble Prince,  
Be pleased to lend me so much favour as  
To hear a suite that I must blushing make  
E're you proceed, and to your own ear onely,  
And if you please retire with me I shall  
Acquaint you with it.   Ap. 
Command me Madam.  Exit. Sel. 
Olinda a word with you.  Ol. 
This way then.  Exit.  

Actus Tertius.  Enter Claracilla and Appius. Cla. 

SIr 'twas his counsel thus by a trust to oblige you  
To be our friend rather then by injuries  
Which has been the common way to decline your pretensions.   Ap. 

'twas charitably done not to let my hopes  
led me too much astray, and since 'tis to  
So gallant a rival as Melintus I  
Shall without envy, tho not pain lay down my hopes.  Enter Olinda overnearing this discourse.  Cla. 

he's now in Court but yet unknown  
'tis the stranger that yesterday made such way  
To my rescue, at first I fled him that with  
Such love pursued, for his disguise kept me  
Ignorant who it was, within I shall acquaint you  
With our design and beg your counsel, and some time  
This night I would speak with him in the garden.   Ap 
I shall not fail to serve you.  Exit. Ol. 

This stranger, is he the man, and must you meet him  
In the Garden this night, this shall to Selucus,  
I am sure of my pay, for I have my reward already.  Exit. Enter Selucus.  Sel. 

I see 'tis neither so easy nor safe to be a villain  
As I thought, 'tis true, wicked any fool may be  
But to be a villain and master in that art,  
Oh the baseness that we stop to, the hated means,  
The loathed subjects, that with Chimists patience  
We must extract our ends through, and when  
The work's done, we have but whet the sword  
Of justice, and with our own hands pulled down  
Vnpittied dooms, the thought strike amazement  
Into my soul, which hath not yet consented  
To my ills, what shall not I fall to, that  
Could consent for the knowledge of a secret  
To make myself the steps by which a whore  
climbed to her ambitious lust, the baseness  
Of the Act hath waked my sleeping honour, and  
Ile be honest, e're Ile again pay such a rate  
For sin, no love 'tis thy cruelty has  
Begot this distraction.  Enter Olinda.  Ol. 

Ha! upon the ground, up my Selucus,  
I am yet breathless, my love in her descent  
Hath made such hast that it begot a fire  
In the swift motion that had like to have  
Burnt our Cupids wings.   Sel. 

What ails thee?  
Is it impudence or distraction  
Begets this boldness, what is that thou thus  
Labourst with, has it a name?   Ol. 

It had a name, and 'twas called a secret whilst  
But by two known, and Claracilla▪ secret  
But it shall become a general knowledge  
I over-heard it when she gave it to the Prince,  
And by this name, the onely secret of my heart;  
Shee's in love, and by honour engaged, does that move you?  
When you know to whom, your love will sacrifice her  
To your anger, 'tis the stranger, and but that  
Her bashfulness could not name him aloud  
I now might have  told you who was, for  
She named him, and this night he is to meet  
Her in the garden, the Prince is there too  
And none but I faithful to Selucus,  
Now do I rave or no.   Sel. 

No my Olinda, 'tis I that rave and beg  
Of one that lives upon anothers alms.   Ol. 

Thus would I sacrifice the gods, should they  
scorn what I love.   Sel. 
Thou art my goddesse,  Ol. 

Will Selucus then be just and reward that faith  
Which thus has flown o'er these poisonous plants,  
And from them with danger sucked this hony secret,  
Would he I say be just and give me leave  
To unlade this precious due in his gentle bosom  
And there find my hive when I return  
From traveling in his service.   Sel. 

Thou shalt have any thing, but be gone now,  
'twill breed suspicion to be seen with me.  
Art certain they are to meet to night?   Ol. 

Be gone Selucus there was more discretion  
Then love in that injunction urge me not  
To jealousy, for I that could betray a Mistris  
And a friend for love of thee so if injured  
I would have thee know for my revenge my love  
Shall go, but I hope better and obey it.  Exit.  Sel. 

This the King shall know, yield at first blow,  
'tis worshipping a stranger God, and a sin  
In honour tho he were so,— but stay who  Enter Appius and Melintus. 
Are these, the Prince and the stranger, he is  
Of their party, as I could wish; I hope  
'twill ruin him too.   mell. 

Be pleased to urge it  
As a things you are displeased with, and that  
The princess made it her complaint, and desired you  
You would acqu●int his majesty with it, and Sir  
When you have completed this work, which thus nobly  
You have begun and finished your creation,  
Command us and our happiness, as the creature  
That owes his being to your favour.   Ap. 

Noble Melintus when I have served you 'twill  
But pay the expectation your civill faith  
Gave me credit for.   Med. 

look Selucus, Sir  
His ears I hope have not met our words, your  
Pardon Sir, Ile step off e're I am discovered,  
After I have this night waited on the princess  
In the garden, I shall in your chamber acquaint you  
With all our proceedings, and there hope to hear  
How the King entertains the complaint against  
This great man, 'tis the first step to a favourites fall  
When the Prince will hear complaints, I kiss your hand.  Exit.  Sel. 

This Letter will make me not to have seen them  
Dissimulation do thou assist me, and I'll break  
As it were from a cloud of thoughts and chance  
That threw me into this way, my Lord the Prince  
Whether so fast with your spoil, me thinks I see  
Conquest in your e●es: how did the princess  
Entertain● your noble offer, do you not find  
The path that leads to her heart untrod by  
Lovers feet, were not her guard of blushes  
called to defend her against your assault  
Loves treaties my Lord are strangers to her  
Maiden yeares.   Ap. 

Against impious men this Sanctuary is no guard  
Else the reserved modesty with the privilege  
Of birth and beauty that wait upon the princess  
Might have defended her against your saucy flames  
Which too late have aimed at the top of thy Masters house,  
But that injury was not so great as this  
That thou durst think thy poison would not break  
Her crystal, but with this injurious hope believe  
She should conceal thy insolence, which Ile spread.  Exit.  Sel. 

Ha! is it come to this?  
Either prevent this danger or thou art lost Selucus.  
The Prince is flying with my ruin to the King,  
Thankes yet to his Choler that thus has armed me,  
Passion is no deadly weapon, we he are  
His noise before he does execution, and then we arm;  
Now my brain be ready with excuses  
Thy womans weapons to defend me.  Exit. Enter King, Appius and Attendants.  King. 
Is it possible?  Ap. 

Sir if it please you but  
To go to your daughters chamber you shall yet  
find the storm not laid which her anger raised  
To think such a scorn should be designed for her.   King. 

Some one go find Selucus, and command him  
Hither immediately, wee'll take him with us,  
And by all our gods the poisonous ingratitude  
Shall burst him.  Selucus within.  Sel. 

I cannot stay for I have  
Earnest business with the King, are ye sure  
He is not in the lodgings, in your return  
You shall find me in the garden, if I meet him there▪  Enter Selucus. 
Hold Carillus the Kings here.   King. 
Selucus.  Sel. 

Sir, I have been this morning in search of you  
I have a business for your own ear only,  
Let your Guard attend Sir.   King. 

Yes it shall stay: noble Appius your pardon,  
Ile meet you at my daughters.  Exit Appi.  Sel. 
This morning I have discovered.  King. 
So have I, that which thou shalt rue fond wretch.  Sel. 
Sir.  King. 

Impudence;  
With what brow worst thou thus meet my fury?  
thinkest thou to scape? art thou again raising  
New treason? e're the fire has consumed the sacrifice  
For our delivery; and to put my preservation  
Into the power of a miracle onely to relieve me:  
No thou shalt find thy ingratitude hath destroyed  
My mercy, and begot an anger that  
Shall consume thee, seize him.  The Guard seizes on Selucus;  Sel. 

That you have the power of the gods I am subject  
To your thunder is confessed, but my innocence protect me  
As I yet know not the cause why it singles me out,  
'tis true I came to see you dressed like love,  
For now 'tis just you wear your lightning, but not for me,  
Who have with longing sought you to deliver  
The greatest service that ever yet my faith  
P●eaded reward for, but why ye thus meet me  
In displeasure heaven strike me if I can guess  
Nor do I believe I am guilty, for you proceed  
Not with me as if I were a delinquent.  
The worst of which are heard e're condemned, but  
I see you repent your favours, and desire my fall,  
Which is the time I ought not to out-live  
And therefore by this wound Ile plead my faith  
And readiness to serve.  He offers to stab himself.  King. 
disarm him.  Sel 

They cannot, but when I am gone you'll hear  
A mischief my life might have prevented.   King. 

Hold or I shall conclude thy fear of deserved  
Tortour makes thee thus by a sudden stroke  
Exempt thyself.   Sel. 

fear, no I fear but one more then a King  
Trembles at, that's the gods, and him, to let  
You see I apprehended, not torture, thus  
I throw a way all dangers that my own  
Act threatens, and if you be just you will  
Let me know the cause of your anger e're it strikes.   King. 

Were not you this morning with my daughter  
And there made the traitorous offer of your love.   Sel. 
Yes.  King. 

Yes! worst thou avow it, and know'st how lately  
That danger threatened our ruin.   Sel. 

Will you be pleased to hear me, if I be guilty  
Punish me, if not give me leave to tell you  
A King can onely cure such a wound as this  
Your suspicion hath given my diligent faith  
Which has ever been watchful in your service,   King. 
Spe●ke, let him loose.  Sel. 

Know Sir tho I am amazed to find this n●w●s  
Before me I came now from the princess chamb●r●  
drawn thither by an occasion, which if you please  
To lend an ear to I am confident  
You will say I had reason for what I did.   King 
Can you prove this.  Sel. 

Can I prove it, yes Sir I can prove it,  
But iealousy is a weed, whose root lies so many ways  
That if once it take growth it is hardly digged out,  
And this sad truth of once suspected, and never confident  
Is fallen upon me, else what I shall say  
Would find a faith with you, but I desire not  
To have my word now clear me, take but my counsel  
And I shall give you your own satisfaction:  
seem still to frown on me, and require  
Not the princess company this night in the Court,  
The rest Sir in your ear— will this confirm  They whisper. 
I am loyal and by several ways  
Hunt your safety.   King 

Come Selucus this trouble shows thy loyalty,  
Th'art my friend and shalt ever have an interest here.  Exit.  Sel. 

Yes I will have an interest in the crown  
What ever I have in thee, and now thou beleev'st  
Th'art safe, thy dangers but begin.  Exit. Enter Tullius, Philemon asleep on the Stage  Tull. 

'tis a brave clear night, and something may  
Be attempted from the town, we must keep  
A strong watch to night,— how now— whom have we here.  He stumbles at Philemon and k●ckes h●m. 
Arouze, up I say.   Phi. 

who's there? lie down, ye gods one would think  
This bed were large enough, if the earth be not  
Where shall the wretched lie, that thus ye kick me  
Out for want of room.   Tul. 

up I say; and leave your snarling ye dog,  
Sleeping in your watch.   Phi 

If I be a dog why should I be punished  
For obeying nature, the onely deity that beasts bow to  
If not, why am I ref●s'd the benefit of reason.   Tul. 

Are you grumbling, look to your duty you'll find  
You have use for other thoughts,  Exit.  Phi. 

Oh heavens, why do you thus load a youth  
I was not proud when I was bowed to, nor  
Ever with repinings did I bow to you,  
Why then on my free born soul do you lay  
The load of slavery, and thus let your justice  
sleep that she does not now guide my prayers  
But suffers them to lose their way 'twixt heaven  
And my sufferings, which I have been so long'acquainted with  
That I am now grown a kin unto my woes  
Allyd unto my oar, where I have set  
forced to unwilling hast, sighing for my freedom  
Till through a thousand eyes I have sweeting wept  
My miseries, Oh look down in time upon them  
E're I yield to those irreligious thoughts  
That tempt me to question my belief;  
For ye cannot blame me if I grow weary  
Of praying when I find that mighty power  
That threw me here; want mercy to break the snare,  Enter Manlius and Tullius.  Man. 

Strike an Anchor through the body of this slave,  
A' has not hurt you I hope.   Tul. 
No has mist me.  Man. 
What urged the villain to this bold undertaking  Tul. 

The opportunity that might be offered  
And the pensiveness of the town made him attempt it  
For his freedom, I know not else.   Man. 

look that to morrow early as the day  
The dog be sacrificed to the parting shades that their black power  
May still be friendly to our deliverancee▪  
And dee hear let him be broken upon an Anchor,  
That on hopes emblem the wretch may meet  
His despairing cross, when dogs thus fly upon  
Their masters, 'tis just we strangle them, neither  
Their kind nor use considered, go Tull●us  
Let the watch be set, and some good guard  
Put into the wood to secure the passage  
From the town.  Tull. It shall.  Man. 

Tullius did the Peasant say the King  
Was crowned again, and the usurper dead  
And the princess to be married to a stranger.  
That came in aid of the King.   Tul. 
So the fellow says for certain.  Man. 

To morrow then wee'll fit us with our disguise  
And to court wee'll go, for now virtue sits  
At Hel me, and holds the purse, gratitude will  
find some reward for me that wished well to her.  
Power, for this night see the galley at Roads,  
And when the watch is set, to rest, and to morrow  
Call at my cabin.   Tul. 
I shall.  Exit. Man. 

lye you there, and let no body without exception  
Trouble me till I call, unless some danger  
Threaten, then give me notice.  Exit.  Phi. 

Me thinks in this youth I read mine own fortune  
Whose gross fate hath forfeited him to eternal bonds  
For stoutly attempting his freedom, which if ever  
It comes within my power, here stands another  
marked for sacrifice, if a' fail, for death  
Frights not me, nor binds the innocent  
But comes to set them free, I cannot let it  
sink with patience to my thoughts, I have not  
Man enough nor Religion to continue  
An acquaintance with that virtue that says endure,  
When I consider I was born a Prince  
By the consent of all distinguish from  
A Chaos of common people; created their head  
And so stood the man of men till this misfortune  
struck me in which I am not sure I shall  
Have a burying place, for a slave can call  
So little in this world his own, that the very earth  
He wears about him, is not his, nor can  
I command this handful, not this— not mine own day  
But lost like yestarday, when my Masters fit comes  
I fall and all resolve to the first mass of things.  E●●t Enter Melintus, Claracilla, Olinda, and Timillus.  Cla 

So now leave us, and if any body ask for me  
Say I am laid to rest.   Ol. 
I shall, and where you rest too.  Exit mell. 
Deere Timillus is jacomo ready with our horses  Tim. 
He is he waits at the Postern●.  mell. 

Let us not lose a minute of this precious time then  
'twill be a reward for thy faith too, when they shall say  
Timillus had a hand in this great work,  
prithee let thy friendship secure the passage  
That leads from the Kings lodgings.   Tim. 
So now have I an honourable excuse to take could with, 'tis a strange bold venture he makes, and a confident virtue that of hers, that dares trust themselves in the hands of my opinion, when I am alone, to guess how they mean to employ this opportunity,  mell. 

Gentle soul 'tis not the fear of my particular  
That makes me urge this sad parting, but your interest  
Which is jo●n'd to it, and when you are concerned  
'tis a civility to fear, and an obligation to doubt  
My joys, for Claracilla knows despair  
Is no sin in loves religion.   Cla. 

Let me not understand thee, nor let not reason  
bind up what you urge; Oh Melintus  
'tis the first time that ever I was grieved  
To hear thee in the right, and you must pardon it,  
For tho parting be the onely way to  
confirm my joy, I cannot consent at such a rate  
To buy my happiness.   mell. 

Thus you increase the wished number of my bonds  
The Prince until my return will observe all  
Your commands, and assist us in our escape  
And by his favour countenance the act  
For Mecena, if my father commanded there in chief  
I could not hope a greater power then I  
Am confident Pelius will allow your worth  
And e're this moon hath felt her change, I will  
again attend you with the Gallies.   Cla. 

Must you then be gone, and again with absence  
spin our loves into a thread which is fastened to our fates,  
I hope that no distance may find the end,  
Say must you go, must it needs be so.   mell. 

I would there were not such a strict necessity  
But that I might say no.   Cla. 

Well since it must be resolved but not contented  
I submit unto my fate, and thou laurel three,  
Which so oft hast been a witness of our sad parting  
If within thy ba●ke the angry god hath  
With the trembling virgin any of his passion hide  
Thou know'st what pain they feel, that with longing love  
Follow their flying joys, and see, look Melintus  
Casting my eye by chance I have spied one of  
The witnesses of our infant love, do you remember  
When we changed our Characters, and with them printed  
Our faith on the yielding bark, 'twas then but a small scratch  
We gave, but now like our miseries by time increased  
'tis in her tender side to a large wound grown.   mell. 

Why should we not for ever grow thus, why should the gods  
With thunder part what themselves have joined,  
We that have known but one wish, and to each others thoughts  
Have parents been, why should we not thus gazing sit  
And t●e with kind smiles soft fetters for the eye?  
But this cannot be, and therefore hear me pronounce  
My own doom, farewell, but e're I obey  
This sad necessity, let me on your faire hand  
Print my faith, and with holy vows bind myself to thee.   Cla 

Oh hold give me no contract gentle M●l●ntus, no  
Ties but love, these are bonds I scorn to throw  
On such who from mine eyes can go.  Enter King, Selucus, Carillus and Attendants.  Sel. 
Have I performed or no?  King. 

Yes, Claracilla this Act when the story shall be written  
Will not appear so kind unto the rest  
That have had honour and duty still their guide  
And not thus lead astray by passion.   Cla. 

Sir I must not be beate from my strength here  
Tho you frown, a fault I confess but dishonour  
Has no share in't.   King. 

Sir you came a friend and you are a stranger  
Nor will I whilst I labour to punish commit a fault  
By being ungrateful, or break the laws of  
hospitality by laying hands upon you,  
Onely thus much the injuries you have done me  
And the Prince bids me tell you, if to pickaxes sun  
Set upon you within my court, his shades  
Will bring thine upon thee.  Exit King, Cla. Atten.  Sel. 

Revenge thart prosperous, and in my anger  
This is lost, craft, be thou as friendly to  
My designs upon that shallow Prince, and I  
Alone stand faire for Claracilla, Ile watch  
How it works, oh how heel'e fume anon.   mell. 

The wound that amazement gives strikes all our sences,  
And like lightning destroys without a breach:  
But yet I see some food for my revenge,  
And whilst that fuel lasts, this flamme shall not  
Perish Selucus come back, and let your friend stay.   Sel. 

Carillus stay, your fit is off then I perceive  
And you can be angry upon your own score  
And fight when women are not by.   mell. 

Yes thou shalt find I can fond man, and the  
flamme that thou hast kindled in my breast I  
Will husband so that it shall consume thee,  
And neither hold it so high to loose it  
In my choler nor so low as to let patiencē  
Tread it out.   Sel. 

Spare your threats, your words wound not, when I refuse  
To fight upon a strange resolution  
Then rand or rail, and Ile excuse it.   mell. 

No I am no railer, I could wish thee rather  
A more glorious enemy one whose name scandal  
Of no kind had ever lighted, by my life  
I wish it and that thou wert clear from this  
Base act, whose weight has sunk all the honour  
That swam in thy blood, and I am ashamed  
To think this necessity freeth me  
To offer one so lame in honour, and in passion  
blind to the power I worship, for the imperfect  
Are not fit for sacrifice.   Sel. 

I hope you have none of these faults, but will become  
An Altar, lead the way, and you shall find  
Selucus dares follow without being pulled to slaughter   mell. 

under the woods side that borders on the haven  
Will be a fit place, 'tis near the town, and  
I believe in the night free from company.   Sel. 
There Ile meet you then.  Tim. 
Is't, is't, to him, so now they come within my way to put in, I am no good talker, but when opinions are to be maintained thus I think I have as strong an argument as another.  Exit Enter Claracilla and Olinda. Cla. 

hast to Prince Appius, desire him he would  
immediately come and speak with me.  Exit Olinda. 
Oh me most miserable, this night has ruined me,  
My famed was like a star, bright and fixed in  
The Court till this sad hour, which hath proved my  
joys a meteor, but if my Melintus fall  
My night at court is come, in the vast element  
Ile shoot and be no more remembered.  Exit. Enter Melintus, Timillus, Selucus and Carillus severally.  Tim. 
See here comes two of the long staff men that struck so desperately under the hedge to night, I hope to apprehended one of 'em by virtue of this warrant.  mell. 
Bold and injurious Selucus still.  Sel. 

Let your anger pass, and hear me what I say  
For this is the last talk Ile have with thee  
What e're thou art, since first thou crossd these eyes,  
A jealous envy hath waited upon thee, and  
I have gained my ends, 'twas to see whether conquest  
Grew upon thy sword or no, when this not used  
To lose, should go forth thy enemy, and rival,  
And therefore guard thee, and with thy sword  
Onely make reply.  
'tis my wish, for words are not the weapons I fight with.  They fight.  Tim. 

do you hear Carillus, may not you and I fall to this feast  
Before your Lord has dyn'd.   Car. 
Yes and be mine own carver too.  Tim. 
That I believe, for I ever took thee for a saucy serving man.  They fight, Selucus wounded by Melintus. Sel. 
I am lost.  mell. 

Does your load sink you? thy faults will grow  
To heavy anon.   Sel. 
I know no fault, but that I am unfortunate.  Car. 
lye there talker.  Timillus falls. Tim. 
A pox upon thee thast dont.  mell 

yield or by my hopes.  
In thy heart Ile writ my conquest.  Selucus falls.  Sel. 

Strike dog, Ile be damned  
E're Ile have so base a sin to answer for  They struggle and Carillus parts 'em just as Melintus disarms Selucus.  Car. 
Hold or I'll writ the same story here.  mell. 

Ha! Timillus fallen! tho it speaks thy praise,  
My friend calls for revenge, and thus I bring it.  They fight.  Car. 
I fear no single arm.  Sel. 

Be prosperous Carillus and I will call  
Thee friend, the saver of my famed— 'twill not be  Carillus wounded by Melintus. 
That wound hath sent me frowning to my home.  Selucus swounds.  Tim. 
A pox of fortune, have I scaped them so often to be served in thus like broken could meate for the serving men, I find I cannot live, I begin to have serious thoughts, no faith I am gone, I always feared such sober wounds as these, they are in such earnest I know they'll kill me, if they would endure jests, there were some hopes.  He strives to rise but cannot. Carillus falls. Car. 

Hold if thou hast honour, and tell me who thou art  
That strik'st with such a constant f●●tune.  He runs to Timillus.  mell. 

I have no leisure now, Oh Timillus  
speak to thy unfortunate friend, whose acquaintance  
Hath never brought thy faith to any thing  
But misery and dangers, how dost? I hope,  
Thy wounds are not mortal.   Tim. 

No nor our troubles would they were that we might once see an end of them—  Within follow, 
But no more of this now, I hear a noise, and I know we shall be pursued, therefore make hast and fly.   mell. 

For shane urge like thyself, if thou wouldst have me  
Take thy counsel, bring my friend into a danger  
And leave him there; no Timillus we  
Grew friends, and we will fall together.   Tim. 

Leave me and provide for thy safety, or by my life  
Ile betray thee and tell who thou art, nor  
Will I if thou stay'st attempt the possibility  
Of my own cures, death because I could not  
Kill my enemy must I destroy my friend?   mill. 
Why thus passionate?  Tim. 

If Melintus lovd me he would obey  
The passion of his friend, and not chide. Within follow.  
hark you will be taken, step into the wood  
And in some disguise you may come to court   mell. 
Farewell Timillus I obey.  Exit. Enter King, Appius and Attendants. 1. At. 
This way they went Sir, and here lies one.  King. 
Selucus slain.  Ap. 
And here lies Carillus.  King. 
Who's the third.  Tim. 
A bide of the same flight that had worse lucke then my fellowes, for my wings onely broken that I might live miserable to make sport for the fools that laid the snare, shall I never be so happy to be knocked in the head when 'tis to me a courtesy.  King. 

The bodies are yet warm, bring them  
With all possible speed to the town, that no care  
May be wanting to save my friend, bring him  
Along too, he shall find our love till he  
Be well, I will not offer a ruin to my friend  
When he is repaired he will scarce be a full  
Satisfaction, some other pursue the bold  
Murderer: if he once come within my reach  
He shall find his Sword has no power to protect him  
Against that which my justice wears.  They take up Timillus.  Tim. 

Thus much honour I am sure of, but how much more  
I know not, do you my friend.   2. At. 
No Sir, and yet I think you' le find what you deserve.  Tim. 
Y' are courteous and liberal of your opinion and therefore I will not be sparing of mine, it may be I shall be honourably hanged for having a hand in killing Selucus.  2. At. 
It may be so.  Exit.  

Actus Quartus.  A noise within. Enter Philemon, and presently after him Tullius. Phi. 
WHat noise is this that thus circles us,  Tul. 

This noise is every where and begirts us round,  
Ile go wake Manlius 'twill be worth our care  
To search the cause.   Phi. 
Stand, who goes there?  Tul. 
I Tullius, have you waked the captain?  Phi. 
No.  Tul. 
'tis time he were.  He offers to go, Phil. holds him. Phi. 
Hold.  Tul. 
How now!  Phi. 

'twas his command that no man without exception  
Should come to him till he had notice not  
Be called unless some danger threatened.   Tul. 
Did you not hear the noise!  Phi. 
Yes, but noise is none, nor will I call him.  Tul. 

You will not call him, who am I, that thou  
worst tempt me thus, call him, and call him quickly▪  
Or thou shalt call thy last.   Phi. 

I serve but one master, and him I will not call,  
Nor shall you break his rest whilst I can hinder it   Tul. 

do not play with my anger, by all our gods  
With a wound Ile make my way, and it shall lie  
Over thy belly slave if thou provok'st me.   Phi. 

Wounds are easily given to naked men  
And thou wilt sooner bring them, then I fear them.  Tullius draws his Sword.  Tul. 

Death braved by my slave, thus villain, and then  
Ile tread under my feet, thy scorned earth.   Phi. 
help Maulius help.  Tul. 

unloose thy hold, or by my vexed soul I'll print  Tullius on the ground, Philemon on him. 
deaths could seal on thy heart.   Phi. 

I will not loose, Oh my vow to what strict laws,  
Thou bind'st me, else here I would throw my bonds  
And with thy own knife cut thy hated throat;  
Dog thou art more a slave then my chains can make me.  Enter Manlius.  Man. 

What sudden cry was that that called for help  
Ha! the Rhodian grabled, hows this and Tullius under  
Let go, or Ile part thee with death, is this a posture  
For a slave?   Phi. 

No, If I would have been slave  
I had been safe, and you it may be might  
Have felt these hurts.   Man. 
Tullius what mean these wounds.  Phi. 

Wounds are the food of slaves, else I deserve not these  
For my faith, but loyalty I see is against kind in me  
And therefore I am punished for obeying your command  
Which was that no man without exception should  
pass this way till I had given notice  
Which he would have done, and because I refused  
Thus my faith's rewarded.   Man. 
Is this true?  Tul. 

In part 'tis, the wood this night was full of noise  
And I waked with alarum would have given  
You notice, and he refused to let me pass  
And therefore—   Man. 

You would have killed him; 'twas not  
Well, such a piety as faithfulness amongst slaves  
Is so rare, it ought have been cherished, not punished;  
Every day by one act or other this fellow  
Begets my wonder, honour and courage still striving  
In him, come hither once again  
I command thee tell me who thou art, and  
By my life Ile set thee free.   Phi. 

I see you have honour, and therefore presume  
When you shall know I am bound by vow, never  
To disclose myself whilst I am in bonds, you'll call it  
Religion not disobedience, when I refuse to tell.   Man. 
Wilt thou be faithful when thou art free.  Phi. 
I will be faithful tho not free.  Man. 
Vow, that and I will immediately knock off thy chains.  Phi. 

arm but my hand, and set me free, and thee▪  
Ile take a vow, and having sworn faith, all  
The earth shall not make me false.  He calls in one that takes off his chains, he gives him a Dagger.  Man. 

Here by this I manumize thee, and if thou prov'st  
A gentleman, from henceforth th'art my friend.  
How ever free.   Phi. 

And sir, your pitty hath thus made my joys  
Put off my fears, that I should forgotten fall  
And return to my mother earth, like her Common  
Issue. Thus in return with eyes to heaven  
Bent, and a soul full of gratitude, I vow a  
Constant faith to virtue and—  Enter Melintus pursuing a soldier, who cries help arm, and kills him as he enters.  mell. 

To what strange fate am I reserved, or by  
What sin have I pulled down this curse of a  
general hate, that all paths I tread are armed  
Against me! ha! more enemies? Nay then Melintu●  
yield, for tis visible thou warr'st with heaven.   Man. 

What art thou, that with such pains  
Hast to this place hunted thy ruin, and thus with  
Injurious wounds in the dead of night,  
awaked our anger.   mell. 

prithee go forward with thy injury  
Such another charm will call back my anger  
And then I shall be safe, for it hath ever  
Yet been prosperous, tho that success  
Made me unfortunate.   Man. 

Leave thus vain gloriously to urge your  
Former success, for twill be no ground now  
To build a future conquest on, and therefore  
yield thy sword, and quickly, before I command it  
And thy head, know my power here rules thy fate.   mell. 

yield my sword? by what other privilege  
do I hold my life among my enemies?  
prithee look upon me, and if thou canst  
read these Characters th eyle tell thee, I was  
Not born to yield, tho thou art the glorious Master  
Of the sport, and I unfortunate by a cross fate  
Am hunted into the toil, where dangers on  
All sides begird my innocence, yet with the lion  
I dare be angry with my bonds, and altho I may  
Become thy prey, yet I will not be thy scorn.   Man. 

Ile dispute no longer, seize him, if he resist  
In his heart feale the stroke of thy freedom.  Philemon goes towards him, and knows him.  Phil. 
Ha Melintus!  mell 

He named me, what art thou that cal'st my name;  
Ye gods, is misery so near a kin that by instinct  
The wretched know me.   Man. 

How now? what do you muse on? had you  
Daring onely while you were unarmed.   Phi. 

No twas a consideration of the baseness of the act  
And not fear, made me stop, and the remembrance  
That I am free held me from staining the  
maiden livery that the gods have sent me,  
With so base an act, as to strike where ther's  
Three to one, besides his posture and his habit  
speaks him a Gentleman, and his misfortunes  
Rather to be pitied then increased.   mell. 
A help from heaven if this he real.  Man. 

Slave, and ungrateful, thou shalt find thou hast  
Too soon mentioned thy freedom, fool, onely free  
In hope, and this act hath but increased thy load  
Of chains, curse thyself, for thy increase  
Of miseries shall make thee find th'art more  
A slave than ever.   Phi. 

do not deceive thyself, look there, and here,  He points to his chains and shows his dagger. 
And ere thou art tossed in thy anger, here this truth  
I speak, he that is master of this and will  
Become a slave, must be a coward too.  
And now I am armed I scorn to owe my freedom  
To any but the gods.   Man. 

Death, dog, dost thou brave me with my courtesy?  
Draw Tullius my thirsty rage will be quenched  They both draw and run at Phil. 
With nothing but the slaves blood.   mell. 

Heaven for ought I know  
We are by thy direction thus cast two to two,  
If not Ime sure by honour we are,  He runs in between them, and gives Phi. a sword. 
Here take this sword.   Phi. 

Now Tullius thou shalt see how mortal thy  
Power is, which so like a god thou wearst amongst thy  
Slaves, revenge and freedom guides me to thy ruin,  
And you sir, strike to prevent the loss of such  
An oppertunitie, a vow forbids me  
To tell you who I am: now the wound that thou  
Basely gavest me, when I was bound and naked.  They fight, Tullins falls.  Tul. 
I have but few words  Man. 
I am your choice then.  mell. 
As it happens.  Tul. 
I am slain, and by my slave bound for ever.  Phi. 

lie there and curse.  Phi. leaves Tullius and runs to mell and parts them  Man. 

Nay then Ile smiling fall, now I have my revenge  
For I see thou weit born to be a slave, and all  
Thy parts of honour, were but distempers in thee  
And now thy nature is strong, thou appearst thyself,  
A slave in thy soul, come what stays thee, I have  
A breast so clear, it defies thy poniard, traitor.   Phi. 

No, I was born free, and Manlius his rage  
Once over, he will say he hath injured me,  
And sir, as I drew my sword against my master  
When honour bad me, so when you shall seek  
To make me faulty I am your enemy,  
And therefore attempt no farther this mans  
Danger, it is not safe.   Man. 
My wonder waits upon all this fellowes acts.  mell. 

What art thou that thus in less than a man  
Hides more than a god.   Phil. 

What am I? a soul with her old clothes on.  
A slave with wounds and crosses stored, and yet in better  
Fortunes I have known your face.   mell. 
If thou hast mercy in thee, tel me whom thou art.  Phi. 

mark me well, dost thou not see thyself here.  
Not yet— now I am sure thou dost in these  
crystal drops: friendship will guide Melintus  
To know Philemon.   mell. 
Philemon! O ye gods new weights to sink me.  Phil. 

Oh tis a powerful rod that Melintus  
Friendship strikes with, a thousand miseries  
Have smote upon this rock, but never any  
That made water issue through till now.   mell. 

Oh Philemon, Philemon, what cannot friendship do  
Tis from her living springs this due fall.   Man. 

Melintus and Philemon, good heaven what change  
Hath begot this misery, oh noble Princes  
Vpon my knee I beg when your sad joys  
Are over, youle shower a pardon upon  
unfortunate Manlius.   mell. 
Manlius? is this Manlias, he was Claracillas friend.  Phi. 

Tis Manlius, and I hope a faire day will  
break from a bloody evening.   mell. 

Your pardon sir, or here upon my breast  
return the wounds my rage directed against yours.   Man. 

repeat it not sir, you make me but call to  
mind my shane, which I must ever blushing wear  
When I ●rmember a slave could look further  
Into honour than I.   Phi. 

Oh Melintus I have a story for thee  
That we shall weep out together.   mell. 

When I look upon thee I am distracted  
To think the gods would consent thus to let  
Their Temples be ruined and virtue always walk  
Noked, like truths Emblem, whilst better fates  
Cloath the wicked.   Phi. 

Deere Melintus let not the sense of my  
Misfortunes urge a consideration from thee  
At the rate of sin, and dare those powers  
Which I know thou fearest.   mell. 

I have done noble youth, yet when I look  
Vpon thee, joy and amazement will seize  
Vpon me, I have strange things to tell thee:  
But this nor time nor place, who is this  
That thus unfortunately met thy anger.   Man. 

A stout and grateful fellow, twas the Captain●  
That saved me, when I was doomed by Silvander   mell. 

A stirs, heaven I hope  
Will not let the guilt of one accidental fault,  
hang upon this evening to cross our joys.   Phi. 

I am sorry since there dwelled such honour in him  
That he proved my enemy; this was the Pirat  
took me at Rhodes.   Man. 

Pray help him aboard my galley, where we may  
All repose, and till to morrow resolve  
What is to be done, in the new change of sicily.   Phi. 

Lay thy arm here Melintus for these bonds  
Can onely set Philemon free.   Exeunt.  

Actus Quintus.  Enter Appius and Claracilla. Cla. 

I Have done, passion can be a friend  
No more she's so unconstant, give her way  
And she destroys herself, if I had been  
So fortunate to have spoken with you last night  
I had prevented this sad chance, for I knew  
Melintus anger would take a dangerous leap  
When by amazement he had contracted it.   Ap. 

If I could have feared such danger, I should not  
Have been so absent with the remedy,  
But I am not satisfied how it was discovered  
By the King, yet if Civility had not prevented me  
Ere now I had spoken my fears and long since said  
Beware of Olinda.   Cla. 

Olinda! she betray me?  
It cannot be, tis such a Common fate  
I blushy to think it, I cannot fear a punishment  
That comes such a road way; and yet Ise observe her  
But pray what said Timillus? was Melintus wounded?   Ap. 

Not dangerous, some slight hurts he had  
And upon our approach he took covert in the wood,  
Timillus says he's resolved in some disguise to attempt  
To speak with you, and my counsel is to sand  
Some one that's trusty in search of him.   Cla. 
I shall, and then if you please weele walk into the garden  Ap. 

Ile wait you.  Exit. Enter Melintus, Philemon, Manlius, Ravack. All but Man●ius in slaves habits.  Phi. 

I rejoice that this day has proved so fortunate  
As to bring your youth a freedom, with less  
sadness, than last nights storm threatened.   Ra. 

Sir my safety is a debt I owe your watchful mercy  
That thus amongst the earliest of your joys  
Could let your noble pitty, hunt for so  
Lost a thing as Ravack.   mell. 

Now we are arrived we have no spare time  
To cloath truth fine, therefore give my naked faith  
A hearing, I am confident you will not refuse  
To take our fortunes in this design, whose innocency,  
Tho we're forced thus to hide with the marks of guilt  
And punishment, yet know there is so much justice  
On our side, that tho we fall in the attempt  
And this hast prove but running to embrace  
The stake, yet we shall in our story be distinguished  
And live in the glorious shine which breaks  
From the brow of honour Martyrs.   Ra. 

I am but one, and Ile not say I shall be  
Fortunate, but I am certain I will attempt  
Any thing that may speak my gratitude.   Man. 

Give me leave to break this discourse,& since  
You are pleased to trust me with this service, let me not  
Lose time, but whilst this expectation's in the Court  
Let me see whether I can walk unseen or no;  
And since Selucus danger was onely loss of blood  
They will be more intent about him than if  
He had fallen; Ile be gone, the day grows old  
In the garden you say tis likely I shall find her;  
The Prince is a young man.   mell. 
Yes.  Man. 
I am instructed.  Exit. Phi. 

Tis the mind I see that binds, or sets us free  
For that being satisfied we have made our fears  
Our sports, and thus mask in our miseries, but by my  
Life the earnest they once were in makes me start  
To see thee thus miserable in jest.   mell. 

Philemons love is more fortunate than Meluntus  
For it finds kind ways to express itself  
While I unfortunate onely wish and cry,  
How fain I would rejoice in the lasting knot which  
We have triply tied by blood, by love,  
By miseries allayed.  Exit. Enter Manlius. Appius and Claracilla.  Man. 

This place returns my forgotten miseries  
By calling to mind how happy once I was—  
But who are these.   Ap. 

Whose that that walks there.   Cla. 
I know not, is he not of your acquaintance?  Ap. 
No Madam, walk on and mind him not.  Cla. 
Who would the man speak withall?  Ap. 

What would you friend, would you speak  
With the princess?   Man. 

Yes sir, Madam I am one that wants  
But cannot beg, yet when I have put off  
My blushes, be pleased to cast your eye upon  
A souldiers scars, and pitty a gentleman  
bowed by misfortunes not fault to this wretched  
Lowne, and if then your bounty find not  
A charity; your pardon, and I am gone.   Cla. 

A soldier is the god I worship, and to him  
I offer this charity, here take all  
That at this time I have about me, pray  
Of what Country are you.   Man. 

The name of a soldier is such a common theme  
To beg with, and a disguise that so many cheat under,  
That I should not dare ask like myself but that  
I can show under the hands of those Commanders  
Where I served, what and who I am, and had  
It been my fortune to have met the brave  
Princes Melintus and Philemon here,  
The service I once did them, they would have  
seen me rewarded.   Cla. 

Prithee sofdy, dost  
Thou know Melintus, and Philemon, say  
And be not amazed; I ask thus hastily  
Where didst thou know them, gentle soldier, speak.   Man. 

Yes Madam, I do know em, and here under  
Their hands I have to show, the service I  
Did them which if you please you may read.  He delivers her Melintus letter.  Ap. 

Prithee hast of late heard of Philemon,  
Or canst thou tell whether he be alive or no;  
Or canst thou give any account of Melintus lately?   Cla. 

Oh yes, yes, he can, read there and worthy yourself.  
Oh noble Manlius, where is Melintus, where  
Is the galley, where is Philemon, why  
do I stay, cannot you guide me, will not  
Prince Appius go, I am resolved I will,  
And be miserable here no longer, where  
Religion, friendship, duty, love, no  
Harvest brings, all my endeavours here bootless  
Be, like the impostors beads that fall without a prayer,  
Say shall we go, will you remove me from  
This place so full of dangers to my friend?  
look he writes to me to come, and shall I  
Stay, no no Melintus, I obey, and were it  
To shrink into the earth, Ile meet thee, and  
No longer with my prayers protect this ingratefull  
Place from the punishment her treacheries call down; like  
Let fools beadsmen to the Altar bow  
For other sins Ile pay none but my own vow.  Exit.  Ap. 

Her joys transport her,  
And theres no striving against the stream,  
For passion in women is by stroking laid  
And when we yield they are betrayed.  Exeun. Enter Selucus, Surgeon, and attendants.  Sel. 
Is there no hope of Carillus life.  Sur. 
No my Lord.  Sel. 
Will Timillus scape.  Sur. 
Yes my Lord, his wounds were slight.  S●l. 

But he shall not, nor shall fortune have power  
To add another sickly week to his hated dayes:  
wait all without— my hopes are blasted nor must  
I expect ever to gain my ends by faire  
means from Claracilla, I have wound  
up her hatred to so great a height, and  
Twere folly to hope a peace from a woman croft  
In her love, no, no, policy, or force  
Must gain the pleasure I aim at— whose there? knock  Enter Servant.  Ser. 

Sir, the King.  Enter King.  Sel. 

Oh sir, hid me from my shane, or my blushes  
Will not let me look upon you, the disgrace  
Brands me with coward for ever, that I should  
Be overcome, when nothing but a traitor  
struck, a thing which ought to be the scorn, not feared  
Of honest men, when they are armed.   King. 

Quiet thyself, and be not troubled at such a  
scorned subject, I come to tell thee ere this shane be  
Over, while I can with justice frown, I would have  
Claracilla married, and to work our ends  
Weele now resolve—  Enter Servant.  Ser. 

Sir, theres a Sea man without desires to speak  
With you, he says he hath earnest business that  
concerns the state.   King. 

Admit him.  Enter Mansius.  Man, 

Dissimulation thou that so oft hast been  
Prosperous in thy attempts upon the innocent  
Once let virtue owe thee for a service.   Sel. 

Whats your business sir, that so hastily  
Requires a hearing.   Man 

H● the King! I must not know him, sir be pleased  
To command your servants off, and I shall whisper  
A service that shall claim a reward, which I  
Will not require till it be perfect   Sel. 

There needs no whisper here, for if it concern  
The kingdom, speak it to the King.   Man. 

The King, thus low I beg your pardon sir,  
And then give me leave to ask whether it  
Be worth your care or no, to have in your power  
The stranger that sought with my Lord Sel●cus.   Sel. 
Softly.  King. 

Dost thou know where he is? canst thou direct  
My anger to fly which way to seize the traitor?  
If thou canst, propose thy own reward, and take ●  
Kings word thou shalt have my power to effect it.   Man. 

Sir I will not bargain, but in short thus.  
I have been faulty, and a Pyra● speaks the kind,  
But twas while the fault was in fashion  
Here, and a thief wore the crown, your pardon  
For my past faults is the reward I beg  
For this service, which if I were not confident I could  
do, I were mad thus to wake your anger with  
A deluded hope; but to the business, early  
This morning there came to my galley which  
Now rides in tha haven, two strangers, as  
They pretended, that had unfortunately in a Duell  
slain one that had a near relation to your majesty  
And by many arguments pleaded my protection,  
Which at first sight their miseries engaged me to  
And I undertook to serve them, one of them,  
The faire haird man, gave me a letter to deliver  
To the princess, from whom he says I should  
Have great rewards, if I would be faithful,  
I undertook it, and if this may procure my peace,  
When you please to command me, they are dead.   Sel. 

The letter, prithee lets see the letter, tis  
He for certain, but who the second should be.   King. 
I cannot guess.  Sel. 

Thy pardon, and a reward for thy faith  
Vpon my life thou shalt receive.   King. 
Hast thou the letter.  Man. 

Yes sir.  He delivers the letter to the King.  King. 

hall Melintus and Philemon, their hands subscribed  
To this Treason, see Selucus tis Melintus  
And Philemon, that in disdain have waited  
Our destruction, the gods are just still,  
And now from the height of all their impious darings,  
Have let them fall into our punishments.  
look they urge Claracilla to escape,  
By the assistance of this honest soldier  
They assure her she may safely make and call  
All this Treason, the sting of slaughter  
Assist me, Selucus, that I may invent  
Some strange torture to afflict their false-hood   Sel. 
Is this possible.  Man. 

work on mischief till their rage has blinded them,  
That in the dark I may easier led them to their ruin   Sel. 

Melintus and Philemon, tis no new danger,  
This my rage distracts me, and in the strength  
That anger lends me, I can perform all ye  
Can require from a sound and healthy friend;  
But do it quickly sir before I am unbent  
And thus by her assistance reach their ruin.   Kin. 
It cannot be she should proceed to my destruction.  Sel. 

It cannot be? then he were a fool and onely,  
sowed dangers to reap dangers, think ye he would  
Lose his heaven to place another there,  
No tis visible he loves, and that has been  
The cause moved all his darings, and that he  
Loves the princess, does that start ye, call  
To mind the surprise in the garden, what rage  
Will that meeting fill your breast with, when ye shal know  
Tis no airy, hopeless single love, no  
Cupid with one wing that threatens now  
As when Silvander struck; these have made  
The imperfect boy, a perfect God between them,  
And with return of eternal faith, have given  
Both wings and eyes, and directed by their bold  
souls what to do, is now upon the wing, and flies  
With more certain danger in your Court than death or fire   King. 

This is a dangerous truth, and if my d●ughter  
Consent to their desires they die?   Sel. 

To be secured of which, seal this letter and deliver it to  
This honest man,& let him deliver it to your daughter  
And urge her answer, which when a has let him return  
With it this will guide your justice which way to steer  
And your anger shall onely find the guilty, and the act  
Being just consequently tis safe, for the guilty  
Have no revenge to follow their fall.   King. 

I am resolved if she consent they fall.  
Dispatch him with the letter, and let me have  
An answer at my Chamber.   Sel. 

Sir now you consent to be safe, be not troubled  
But leave the rest to me, now to our business.  
Ile immediately sand a servant of mine for a woman  
Of the princess my creature, from whom  
I have daily intelligence, she shall get you  
An opportunity to deliver the letter  
Her name Olinda, and to her Ile address you,  
To be false now is to be faithful.   Man. 

And that makes me so false, but stay sir;  
I have a mind to make you indebted to me  
For a greater benefit than you dream of,   Sel. 
Whither tendst thou  Man 

To assure you I mean to be faithful& to oblige  
myself, to make which good, Ile put my life  
Into your hands, and if you dare obey  
My directions, Ile propose a way  
That with safety you may reach your revenge,  
A crown, and Claracilla.   Sel. 

Claracilla, canst thou propose away to gain her  
Let but that appear through fire and drought,  
opposed dangers greater than cowards fears  
Ile fly to embrace it.   Man. 

Within Ile instruct you, and then Ile obey  
The Kings directions for the letter, which will be  
One step to advance our plot▪ and if it thrive  
What I shall be, Ile leave to your own bosom to resolve   Sel. 

What thou shalt be thou shall be my bosom. Ex.  Enter Appius, and Claracilla.  Cla. 

I wonder a stays so long, I am afraid  
His reason will not prevail with my father  
Selucus is crafty, and although I was  
By strength of your argument persuaded to it,  
Yet I am sorry that I consented to  
Let them know tis Melintus whom they pursut,  
A name already subject to their hate,  
But heaven I hope will direct all.   Ap. 

If I were not assured that Manlius  
Were honest I should not have ventured thus  
To persuade you to discover where your health lies;  
But when I am secure that those in whose  
Power he is, will with their lives protect him,  
And his discovery onely a bait to draw  
His enemy into his power, I must again  
Desire you will with patience attend  
The issue of what is well designed, however  
It may meet a cross.  Enter Manlius.  Man. 

Oh Madam, I am laden with joy, and  
The strangeness of the burden makes me thus  
sink in the way; I have discovered who  
Tis that betrays you, tis Olinda, Selucus  
Made it his boast, but you must not yet  
Take notice of it, but seem to rely upon her faith  
As a means of your escape which is consented too  
By all, under a hope that they shall seize you,  
I cannot tell you all the particulars now;  
Onely thus much our designs have taken,  
As I could wish, this l 〈…〉 by their consent  
Is return'd to you, had you seen the care  
Your father took, that the violence which the seal  
M●t, might not be perceived, you would  
Have laughed; they expect your answer, and I have  
promised to bring it immediately, which must  
Be that you will meet Melintus this evening  
Without delay, your woman onely in company  
And to be received from the garden wall  
This being dispatched Ile to the King and show it him  
And there make all sure, sir you must be pleased  
To mingle yourself in the presence, and there  
cheerfully accept any proposition  
The King shall make, which shall onely be  
What we resolve on within, and then Ile to my boar  
And there in smiles pitch the bloody toils  
Wherein weele take these hunters, and make them our prey   Cla. 

Lose no time for heavens sake, tis a strange  
Torture, do not you nor you feel it thus  
To be delayed in the path that leads to brave Melintus   Man. 

Madam weele lose no time, be you ready  
To obey yours, and Ile strictly observe my part,  
And I hope the next thing we discourse of will be  
About the sacrifice due to heaven for this delivery  Exit. Enter Melintus, Philemon, and Ravack.  mell. 

Tis about the time that Manlins bid us  
Expect his return, if we bee so happy  
As to see Claracilla, what kind of habit  
Will thy joy wear, I am afraid mine will be,  
clothed in a paleness, for I cannot promise  
myself strength enough to bear such unexpected happiness   Phi. 

Prithee think not of it, let it steal upon us  
I find I have not man enough to meet with her  
Without trembling, the very thought has struck  
A coldness through my blood, and now you have  
 told her that I love, I could easier die  
For her than speak to her, for tho my love  
Has none, yet I shall still have a guilt about  
Me when I but look or speak.   mell. 

Deere Philemon we believed thee lost  
When I  told the story, and did it that  
Thy friendship might live in her noble mention   Phi. 

Sir your pardon, for that we entertain ourselves  
When you stand by, to whom me thinks love should  
Be no stranger.   Ra. 

I have a story too, but this no time to tell it—  Enter Manlius.  Man. 

Noble Princes do ye not find me strangely  
altered with the joy that now possesseth me  
The princess is well, and salutes you both  
And the stranger kisses your hand.   mell. 

Prithee let us partake the joy,  
Will the virtuous Claracilla come, say  
Have we no interest in this joy now.   Man. 

Yes, but I have a thousand things to tell you  
Which if you will attend, and follow my  
Directions, we shall ere to morrow sun  
See all our wishes crowned; but let us in,  
For we lose time; the day will bee too short  
To bound our business in, and onely  
Thus much know, we but the mettle bring  
The gods will have the way and form to our  
happiness, the work of their own hands:   mell. 

Softly follow with our thankes for gratitude,  
Is to mercy both bait and hook.  Exit. Enter Selucus.  Sel. 

This soldier was sent from heaven I think  
To take care of me, all things run so even  
That he takes in hand, the princess hath consented,  
The King I have persuaded to go in person  
And surprise her, the Prince too will bear them  
Company, and what then, my joys want a name;  
Melintus, Philemon, and the King must die,  
Their fate which is, I have said it, the Prince  
Shall live to strengthen me in my act; upon no  
Other condition shall he we are his head.  
Oh the several habits, their humors  
Will be in that rage, envy, fear, and amaze  
Will breed in their wretched thoughts when they  
Shall find my word pronounce their doom, and  
possess me of Claracilla, whose beauties  
increased by the sweetness of force, will make me more a King,  
Than all the power that a just crown could bring.  
But I lose time, and neglect my part in  
My own affairs, the King and Prince I must see  
meet at the place, where they must  
Stand but as witnesses to the receipt of all my part  
Of heaven, a Diadem, and Claracilla.  Exit. Enter Melintus, Philemon, and Ravack.  Phi. 

This is the place he appointed we should wait  
For him, and tis much about the time he  
Bid us expect him, if they come we shall  
possess a joy we hoped not, he brings  
Revenge along whose fruits the Gods have been  
pleased to feast with, and the sweets we see,  
Makes them from us mortals, with fiery injunctions  
Still enclose the three—  Enter Manlius.  mell. 
Hark I hope he comes, the moon is friendly, tis he  Man. 
Are ye ready.  Omnes. 
Yes, yes.  Man. 

Be resolute, and still, for they are coming.  Enter King, Appius, and Selucus.  King 
Are we right.  Sel. 
Yes sir.  King. 
Where's the soldier.  Sel. 
Hees stepped before.  King. 

Sir I refrained to tell you what the occasion was  
Till now, because I was ashamed to let you know  
My Daughters fault till you might be a witness of it,  
And then you would not wonder at my displeasure,  
When you perceive she could so put off her honour  
As to leave me lost in my promise to yourself,  
And hope of a wished heir to succeed me here.   Ap. 

Sir, I hope some mistake has begot this doubt  
The princess ever promised a faire return  
Of love to your majesty, and I shall be glad  
To find you are deceived.   King. 

No sir tis too true  
For had not Selucus faith been watchful,  
This night had made her base flight into the loathed  
Embraces of a traitor, and a subject;  
Nor does she know she shall be prevented  Enter Manlius, Phi. mell. Ra. and stand close. 
But is now upon the wing if we prevent it not.   Ap. 
I am sorry sir your doubts have so much reason to build upon.  Manlius whistels. Sel. 
We are called.  Man. 
This way, your hand  Sel. 
Manlius do they know how to distinguish me.  He leads the King, Appius, and Selucus and delivers them to the slaves. Man. 
Yes, I have given them a sign,  King. 
Is it long to the time that she appointed.  Man. 

No sir, tis the hour that she commanded me  
To wait, one of you look out, and if ye  
spy a fire, call that we may approach to  
The garden wall with the boat.   Phi. 
I go.  Exit. Sel. 

If it be possible let Olinda fall by the board  
Ide have her dead, she will be talking else.   Man. 
She shall sink we will not trust a whore.  Enter Philemon. Phi. 
I have made a light from the princess window.  Man. 

quickly then set to the wall, and dee  
hear Rhodian  They whisper.  Phi. 
Leave that to me.  Exit. Enter Claracilla and Olinda above. Cla. 

Dost think they le come, dost thou believe I shall  
Be happy, my love was ever of her bliss afraid.   oily. 

You need not fear, I am confident your thoughts  
Will be prosperous, I hear the water dash—  Enter Manlius. 
Who's there? the soldier?   Man. 
Yes, 'tis I, who's there Olinda?  Olin. 
Yes, and the princess.  Exit. Man. 
Come to the next corner, we are all ready be speedy.  Enter King, Appius, and Selu. to them Man. and Clara. Man. 

You are safe, the slaves are the men I  told you of;  
Your Father, Appius, and Selucus are all here  
But be confident.  Exit.  Sel. 

Stand close till we be off the wall, and Olinda  
Come, for she is guilty too.  Enter Manlius, Melintus, Philemon Ravak.  Man. 

fallen by the board and not to be found? death,  
Slave thy life shall answer the neglect.   Phi. 
She perished by her hast, no fault of mine.  Man. 

Leave your prating sirrah, Madam your pardon  
For this unfortunate accident, your maid is lost,  
fallen by chance by the board and drowned, I should  
Not dare to look you in the face after this  
But that I am confident I shall show  
You other friends that are as deere.   Cla. 

My maid lost, oh set me back again, this ill  
Omen foretells a greater danger.   Man. 
Can there be danger to Claracilla where these. friends are.  He discovers the King, Appius, and Selucus▪ C●a. 
Ha! traitor to my love& me, what hast thou done  K●ng. 

Thou art a traitor, unworthy, no more  
A daughter, but the sin and shane of my blood,  
fool that thou art, couldst thou believe that thy  
Base passion could walk in so close and base a disguise  
That my anger could not find it, no thou art  
deceived, and to urge thee to despair,  
Know thy obscure Paramours, Melintus  
And Philemon, the two wolfes to my heart,  
Thou hast thus with safety cut away  
Put off to the shore, and there thou shalt  
Behold their ruin.   Man. stands by the King. Phil. goes to Cla. Rav goes to Ap. mell. to Sel. they seize them Sel. 

Yes, put off, thats the word  
And then put off hope, and in amazement  
Behold the lightning thats wrapped in this  
swollen cloud which now breaks, and in death  
shoots your several fates.   King. 

Heaven thou art just,  
And tis equal to let me fall in the design  
I laid to destroy those noble youths, for thee  
I will not look upon such a hated traitor  
When I am so near my home.   Sel. 

No you must be witness first to the m●rriage  
Of this princess, then ye shall both be a sacrifice  
To our Hymen.   Cla. 

Thy wife, I smile upon thee thou art so base  
A thing thou couldst never find my anger,  
Yet my scorn was ever strong enough to  
Strangle thy hopes.   Sel. 

Anon, twill be my time to smile, when died  
In thy fathers blood, my revenge shall force  
All their sweets from thee, which I will gather  
In the presence of thy Paramour, nor shall  
He or these have liberty to die before  
I have enjoyed thee, nor the act once past  
Shall the earth redeem their lives, do you perceive  
How small ashare you are like to have in this kingdom.   Ap. 

I am glad to see thee grown to such a height  
Of sin, for now my hopes tell me the gods  
Will not suffer such a dog to bay them long  
Their lightning will shoot thee monster.   Man. 

Sir, stay not to talk, but away to Neptunes  
Temple when we have performed what we  
resolved there, then to the galley and end our hunt.   Sel. 
bind them then, and lets be gone.  Ex. Enter Timillus above, jacomo below, and knocks Tim. 
Who knocks.  Ia. 
Tis jacomo, we are lost if thou stayst, this night thy friends abode is betrayed to the King, the princess that was this night to meet him is surprised, in her journey by the treachery of a soldier that they trusted, and if you not attempt your escape, you are lost, your window's large and stands upon the haven, if you can swim, this night leap in, and Ile be ready on the shore to receive you with dry clothes, and horses to convey us to our safety, if we stay we perish.  Tim. 
I can swim, but the season is somewhat too could for that pleasure, and I could bee glad to have the wounds the mad dog gave me cured without being drenched in salt water, but how ever if youle assist me Ile leap far enough.  Ia. 
What hour shall I expect you.  Tim. 
At twelve.  Ia. 
Till then farewell.  Tim. 
Theres some comfort yet when there is a way, when leaping forth a window can do't, well if I get free, if ever again I come into any company that thinks it lawful to love any woman longer than a man has use of the Sex, they shall geld me: by this hand I have lain with an hundred unsound wenches, with less danger than. I have looked upon this honest goblin, this scurvy horrible matrimony, which is so dangerous a thing the very standards by are not safe; I must swim but for wishing well to it, but from this time either Melintus shall quit this honourable way to his loves, or Ile leave him to the honourable dangers.  Exit. Enter Selucus, Melintus, King, Manlius, Ravack, Appius, Philemon, Claracilla, and a Priest. Sel. 
Stand, now Priest do your office.  He takes Cla. Cla. 

Has this impious traitor bound the  
Hands of Iustice that thus she lets him proceed to by the hand.  
mischief and will not in her own battle strike, must  
The innocent fall and none defend them.  Philemon draws his sword  Phi. 

Yes faire one, and in their usual way  
show their power, which thus from the meanest of  
The earth, heaven has raised me a guard for your virtues   Sel. 
Ha.  Phi. 

Who is so much a slave that he can let  
This sin chain him for ever.   Man. 
How's this.  Phi. 

We that have together born our miseries  
And with a harsh fate, worn out our weary dayes,  
Have not amongst them all, met one that will  
lie so heavy on our fears, as this base act,  
If we assist the traitor.   Ra. 

Sir be free, and let honour only draw your sword.  Ravack releases Appius, they draw  Sel. 

Kill that traitor slave.  As Selucus attempts, Melintus seizes him and sets a dagger to his breast.  mell. 

Free the King, fool canst thou yet read the  
Miseries thy hated life shall feel, if not, here  
Melintus tells thee what they are  Melintus pulls off his heard and discovers himself.  Sel. 
Melintus!  mell. 

Whilst Philemon and Manlius triumph in the  
Victory that having lovalty has gained over  
Thy insulting treacheries— sir to you I kneel  
For pardon, for thus venturing to threaten  
Dangers, all else are acquainted with the plot  
We laid to discover to your abused trust  
This wretched monster.  Ravack seizes Selucus.  Cla. 
The Prince sir was of counsel in all we did.  mell. 
And we have his consent sir to be happy.  King. 

Of all I ask a pardon whom my doubt  
Has injured, and Ile no longer cross your joys:  
You have my consent, and heaven crown your wishes  
But for thee thy villainy shall destroy thee.   Sel. 

Madam to your virtues, which my mischiefs still  
Have hunted, thus low I bow, and when I  
With repentant tears have washed the way, let  
My last breath find your faith, that I loved, the  
Rate I would have paid speaks how much, and since  
From him I derive these miseries, by his power  
Which you have bowed to I beg and conjure  
Your mercy, that it may in pardon find me;  
And then with a wound here Ile give balm to  
Those under which my honour now languishes.   King. 

disarm him.  He draws a dagger.  Sel. 

Attempt it not.  He stabs himself  Cla. 
Hold I forgive.  Sel. 

Can you forgive, oh this mercy  
Has changed my opinion, I thought nothing could  
Have made Claracilla more like an angel;  
But this mercy has added to all thy beauties  
A heavenly form, and one wound to those that  
Iustice threaten, and thy faire soul, tis fit  
I offer myself though none be more unfit  
For sacrifice, and whilst my faults expire  
In the blood that bread them, from heaven onely  
Shall Selucus beg a pitty, my hate dwell  
With all the rest; oh turn not but look upon  
The ruin you have made, and whilst I thus  
Gazing die, witness my heaven which is Claracilla  
I fall to love and scorn a Martyr.  Dyes.  King. 

Whilst Iustice is striking let me lift a hand here  
M●lintus this I hope will cure all the  
Wounds my unkindness gave thee, and now to Court  
That when thou hast these bonds put off, Hymen may  
New fetters bring.   mell. 

Sir your pardon, if I  
Say I must not change this habit till my joys  
Are full, and by another bond freed, this disguise  
Hath been so fortunate that I dare not quit it  
Whilst tis possible to miss my wishes.   King. 
Take your pleasure,  Phi. 

Oh Madam you have heard a story which  
Makes me blushy to look upon you.   Cla. 

Philemon must not be troubled now when  
Our joys are thus complete, but live in smiles  
To recount our miseries.   King. 

The story how, we came to be thus happy  
Weele reserve to crown our feast with, and Maulius  
Thy part in the success of this day shall not  
Be forgotten, to the boat, and then to the Temple,  
And let the Priests sing an  
Epithalamium to these lovers praise,  
Whose faiths have turned their chains to  
Myrtle and triumphant bays.  Exeunt. As they go off singing over the Stage. Enter Timillus above with a Rope to come down and make his escape, hears them sing, understands by the song that it is all joy and peace; and when they are gone he speaks.  Tim. 

Nay if the wind be in that corner, Ile leap  
No leaps but this,  
With a health, the prayers of the Layitie,  
Give thankes for our delivery.   
FINIS.